"Ow." Jack says
Get off of wall. Inform team that I still live.
You get down from the wall.
"I'm good, no problems here. Ow."
Can I assume I spent the last turn getting a dynamic AUX bonus? If yes, set the automapping drone after her. Much less conspicuous.
Else get that dynamic bonus.
Sure, why not. You send your drone after Faith, setting it to follow her from some height and distance, just so it doesn't get blown to hell.
Exit voidspace. Brace self for any mindfuckery that may happen.
You exit voidspace a good 3 feet above the roof and fall on your ass. That is the worst thing that happens to you though.
Aid projection? Not sure what that means.
o__O Maybe its a technical term somehow...
What it is, is trying to guess the location of a moving object or entity towards the presumed destination, usually an important location, like an exit point or evacuation site.
Hence me trying to recall in order to 'aid projection.'
...To project, as a verb? ._.
Sorry
What was the purpose of the nearby APCs, by the way? What was also the actual objective of the team before us?
<Response via radio/wristpad>
...((I am with Cecil right? And that means I got the reaction of his action?))
Yes
Yttra watches the corridor (thankfully not the one she's in) explode, embedding several teammates into the opposite wall.
Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my problem.
Climb back up to the diner.
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As she climbs back up the ladder and thru the strange void-barrier, Yttra is struck by a horrifying epiphany.
$#@! maybe i'm not immune! Maybe i *&^%ing am being mind*&^%ed but he's not *&^%ing controlling me because he thinks it's *&^%ing funny!
In a cold dark senseless void Yttra suddenly begins to understand Steve.
I Like how Yttra keeps being right next to or tangentially involved with all this insanity yet manages to come out basically unscathed and spends most of her time running around trying to get away from one clusterfuck and wandering into another.
You get back up that fucking ladder and back into that fucking diner and away from the bad shit that is about to happen down stairs. You're new to this thing but you've seen no less then...what, 4 catastrophic fuckups in the last hour? You're starting to get the vet's sixth sense that things are about to go wrong.
WHY IS IT ALWAYS TINGLING?! WHY DOES IT NEVER STOP!
This is getting boring but, defend ze hostages. Gee, I wonder what would happen if I sent this and tempted the almighty Steve.
>Release the hostages and go help people who matter. I have a distinct feeling they might need bodies soon. Or be bodies soon. Probably both. "I swear to god if you just broke my shiny new alien murder penis dispenser the second after i got it in its box i will murder you and mount your skull on my crotchplate."
Visually verify integrity of termite gun and its containment box, make sure that shit aint leaking.
Move up towards doorway and if i see an enemy launch a white hot tripwire at kee height with my dynamic manipulator.
(Box is closed and fine)
You see, you can't just go punching things when you know nothing about them. Boss Miya will get angry now. How is the condition of you all?
The ones that have robot parts and can walk come near me. And someone bring Pancaek over here.
Look around. See if the fleshy teammates are dead or not. Then look in the direction of where the door was. See if it's possible to see if there is any movement in that space. If anything appears, enter BT, take the weapon of one of the fallen team mates and get ready to shoot it or cut it with the sword if it gets close and is hostile.
Fucking hell!
Cecil tries to recover, his ears ringing from the blast.
Didn't expect the fucking forcefield behind the door, goddamn.
Wait for the dust to settle. Stay slumped against the wall. Will my eardrums to recover faster. Can I see anything?
Team, calm down. We don't need to start a fight within the group right now.
Even if it were bullets, we have to be cautious when we don't know the situation.
I need everyone that can attack from a distance prepared, we don't want any surprises.
((@Tiruin: Feyri is with Team 3.
@Pancaek: I thought that everyone but Renen was thrown away.))
((we were thrown away, but Pw said that people in synth bodies aren't actually hurt.))
Look towards destroyed door.
If Faith: amp force her hands behind back.
If other hostiles: Heat 1 foot sphere center mass
If none of above: charge will bonus
The dust settles quickly to reveal the room beyond the destoyed wall and door. It's a fairly large room, what appears to have been some sort of large tunnel that has been bricked over on one side to form this cul-de-sac room off the main tunnel. It's brightly lit by loops of string lights and LED light cord that have been laid out around the room and wrapped around hooks in the ceiling. Along the walls, or as close as they can get considering the ovoid shape of the room, are several large machines; 3 on each side. The machines are semi-egg shaped, but fatter and with a flat bottom. Bundles of tubes, wires and thick cords run from each machine into the thing in the center of the room. The thing in the center of the room is a chair, or really more of a throne. It appears to be some sort of life support system, a heavy metallic throne with support straps, iv tubes, life monitoring systems, feeding and waste disposal lines and the like, but it has been heavily modified and made far more ornate then normal. It's been plated in gold, etched and given useless ornamentation, most of which seems rather ramshackle and mismatching, strings of pearls, mixed with little totems and divine symbols that you're pretty sure are from several religions. At the foot of the throne are what look like offerings; bowls of food and money and valuables, all sitting there, untouched.
In the chair itself is...well...it looks like a corpse. The machines plugged into the throne still seem to be active, or at least on, but the man in the throne seems to be long dead. He's wearing a strange cloak of some kind, one that keeps shimmering and taking on the appearance of different sets of clothing, with different people in each; an evening suit with a dark skinned hand visible, a jump suit with the curvature of a woman and pale, reddish skin, an albino in some sort of strange latex outfit. It flickers and shimmers and jerks through these outfits and more, occasionally shorting out and going dark, turning into a grayish cloth poncho over a corpse before crackling back on. The man's head, the only thing not covered, is lulling to the side, resting awkwardly on his shoulder. His dark, mummified skin clings tightly too a skull with some very strange shapes visible within; as though there is some sort of gridwork of protrusions around his face and skull, following cheek bones and jaw line and brow like exaggerated, cartoonish extensions of the normal bone.
The egg shaped machines are still on, or at least still receiving power, but they're not making any noise, and you can see no indication that they're actually doing anything to the corpse. The life sign monitors on the throne are all turned off, and besides the hum of power in the machines and the lights, it is utterly silent in the room.
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