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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[Empiricist]

Charles's voice becomes more shaky and less decisive. "We're surveying the area right now... the mission has only just commenced... what do you suggest? It is precisely because we have no idea about where our enemies and and their actions is that we aren't advancing... The only flesh that remains in me is my brain. I have no bones left. Perhaps your rage is blinding you, but unless I am once again hallucinating, I am sure that my body is entirely mechanical. You want us to advance? Fine." Charles rigs his ClF₃ magazine to detonate and looks for a stealthy path. "Just don't expect us to come back in one piece."

[Tack]

T. hears a lot of loud shouting and meaty noises behind him.

He doesn't trouble himself with things like that. He's holding an explosive and he wants to deploy it somewhere, and his gaze is zeroed right in at the niiice bottleneck at the entrance to the complex.

((You know what I see? "This sandbag should be a relatively safe weapon to use right?"))

((Sandbag is complicated. Explosive is simple. When it's deployed in a set specific area, generally the possibilities are limited to: Explode, or Not Explode.
I assume the roll will happen when I actually attach the thing, so we'll see whether or not I come back in one piece then.))

[Corsair]

"Idiot"
ghost up the walkway a bit more avoiding bumping into people once a clear sight of the sods is obtained, invert (read: screw with) the action potentials of cerebellum (motor-cortex) using magnetic manipulator

[GreatWyrmGold]

((Explosives also cause large explosions easily. Especially if you get an overshot or a critfail.))

[Xantalos]

Xan stares at Feyri. Impressive fervor coming from a false flesher. That deserved a response at least.
I'll be moving just as soon as I get all this metal off my hands. Or probably not. I'm not suited for melee combat, so I'll be stating back nice and far.
It's too bad she couldn't have died out on the gangway itself, though. Her blood would've made a good obstacle.

Just because it dignified a response didn't mean it had to be a polite one.

[kisame12794]

"CHRIST! What the FUCK! Fuck that, I'm outta here! Save her head!"

Get the fuck outta there, and go assist the assault team take the end of the bridge.

((Got a 12hr shift tommorow, will be unable to respond. Now sleep times.))

[Yoink]

>Try and remember what I was doing.

>Shake down infirmary workers for drugs if possible.

You wander to the infirmary and start screaming for pills. A nurse politely asks why you're here and not out, defending the ship.

>Counter this by asking why a lovely lady such as herself is working the boring old infirmary at a time like this.

>Attempt to segue into asking her on a date. We can go to the rec room and eat space-food and drink space-wine!

[Lenglon]

((... could I please have more than just my head brought back? I don't want to become a robot))

[kisame12794]

((Seeing as you are so close to the infirmirary, your body will probably remain in its current state of.... sort ofintact? Whether or not you want to be up and about soon will probably be the biggest thing for robotification, or not.))

[Sean Mirrsen]

((... could I please have more than just my head brought back? I don't want to become a robot))

((I don't think you have a choice in the matter. Not a free choice at any rate.

Like I said earlier, anyone else willing to chip in for having Lyra's body restored? Candid-like, so she wakes up good as new after the mission?))

[Tiruin]

Feyri counted the seconds. It felt like minutes, which felt like forever.

The others were ill-equipped to do anything. She had to do something.

So as an addendum action if PW minds, I'm carrying Lyra back to the infirmary or wherever she can get revived. Head + everything else. >_<

[Harry Baldman]

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING? GET OUT HERE AND DO YOUR DUTIES, SLACKERS! GET OUT OF THE SAFE ZONE AND MAKE USE OF YOUR DARN MEATSACKS YOU CALL LEGS! MOVE UP!

"Cowards! Get into position and stop hiding behind those crates! Search for enemy spotters and marksmen! Anchor down any shields you have!"[/font]

"See! Now that's team spirit! Good to have ya back, Feyri!"

Addendum: Allow Grate to have Lyra's head - I'm carrying the arms and legs, of course. Whistle happily as I carry said bits over to the infirmary.

[Sean Mirrsen]

((Also, I believe I forgot to post an IC reaction.))


Anton's attention is drawn away by a nearby scream filled with pain and sorrow. He turns around to look for its source.

"Familiar voice. Feyri? I wonder what hap.. oh hell no. Fuck."

Anton changes cover, running to a different crate to examine the situation from up close. Even a cursory glance tells him that there is no helping the girl.

"Твою мать... Damn alien tech. Nothing good ever comes from this crap." He turns to Feyri. "You should take her to the infirmary. Stick her in stasis perhaps, and ask if it's possible to regenerate her body. I haven't been around her much, but I think she'd find it very hard to adapt to a synthoid frame. If you are any indication."

He steps back and leans against the corner of the crate. "Go. There's nothing to be done here anyway."

Switch cover, be aghast at the alien tech, keep watching the assault team's progress.

[Tack]

((And now Stacy, Grate and Feyri all fight over the corpse. Guys I'm pretty sure Stacy can carry what's left of her without difficulty, especially as Baldwin was first to post on it...))

sods

((Sods are all dead or soon to be - Handled by the assault team))

[Harry Baldman]

((And now Stacy, Grate and Feyri all fight over the corpse. Guys I'm pretty sure Stacy can carry what's left of her without difficulty, especially as Baldwin was first to post on it...))

((Oh no, we've worked out a split here. I get the arms and legs, Grate gets the head, and about two to three people (Feyri and Skylar, possibly someone else I forgot) scoop up all the guts.))