Jobasio sat for a moment as the various half-intelligible screams came through his comms.
Then he sighs. He doesn't seem overly surprised by this turn of events, somehow, as he reaches for the ignition.
He grimly starts up the engine, unbuckles his seatbelt and then grabs his rifle and shoves open the door of the APC.
"What... exactly have you done, dare I ask?" His voice is full of weary resignation, touched with a tasty dash of acid sarcasm.
>Start the APC's engine, open the door and brace my gauss rifle atop it to provide covering fire for the team as they come up.
>Charge a Conventional Weapons bonus and prepare to shoot whatever they're pursued by as it comes out of the hole.
You start the APC's engine and shoulder your rifle as mesk tosses men at your feet.
((Well. That's a thing. Reminds me of that one Penny Arcade comic. also: 
))
"WHAT IN THE UNHOLY FUCK?!"
Michael, seeing a 15 ft tall abomination suddenly morph from Xan and stacy, does the only sane thing: he hobbles over to the rope and begins climbing it as fast as he's able. As soon as he's at the top(whether through climbing or by Mesk carrying him) he contacts steve and asks for an evac and an orbital cleansing of the area
"Jobis...jbas...argh, I'll call you Joe! JOE, WE NEED THAT APC AT THE HOLE SO WE CAN IMMEDIATE EVAC! THINGS JUST WENT HP LOVECRAFT HERE!"
"What... what the fuck? What the fuck!? Oh shit! Anyone with a weapon, stop that thing before it burns us all alive!"
Grab Michael in one arm and rocket up above Xantcy, fire down at him with the Pyramid of Power on my other arm.
"What in the ever-loving F*** is that!?" Vincent books it to the rope and tries to climb out and get to the APC, he isn't going to be much help to the team if a giant leg of pyrokinesis burns him to death
Mesk grabs both of the men who are attempting, with various degrees of success, to flee and rockets them up and out of the hole. He tosses them over near the APC before returning to the lip of the hole and aiming down at the expanding abomination with his Strange pyramid weapon.
[Exo:4+1]
Magilla runs up and punches the abomnation with his Kinetic Amplifier, if their players agree to such a foolish and deadly action that will likely get Magilla killed before he manages to do it anyway.
If they don't, which is very likely, he just makes a run for it up the rope, carrying anyone who can't move with him.
[Uncon:2+1]
((Wait, PW, does this mean your whack-a-mole balancing plan for Xan is to have us kill him?))
"The fuck?! We didn't even find any alien shit yet. Oh well. It's Shackle Time!"
Shackle Time! If that fails, go for the rope or see if Mesk can rocket me out of here.
[6+1]
"Huh? What happened? Where are my arms and why am I.... WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"
Fire the HEP at StaXan with my feet. THE BAD IDEAS WON'T STOP.
[4-2]
"Xan? What the EVERLOVING FUCK have you done?"
I know microwave manipulators are dangerous. And this might be construed as fighting fire with fire. But I have to try something, at least. Back away from StacyXan, as well as the firing corridors being used by teammates and, using my microwave manipulator, heat the middle 3 feet of StacyXan's body to the point where it melts/vaporizes. Should this fail/have no effect, retreat to the rope(s) and start climbing.
[uncon:6+1+1](Decomp didn't activate)
Magilla's is the first blow to land, his kinetic amp clipping the abomination and shaving off a few wriggling legs. But the legs he missed lash out on him even as his fist tears through the creature's flesh, catching him like the claws of a mantis, and kicking out with heels hard as steel and muscles more powerful then hydraulic pistons. Metal bones bend and shatter and artificial muscles tear as he is pulled into the stomping, thrashing mass. Mesk's blast hits next and it is as though the entire head and much of that great upper leg of the beast, as well as a large chuck of the wall and several hundred feet of ice and stone, simply cease to be with a loud buzz. The stump immediately begins to sprout new legs, each topped with either Stacy's head or Xan's. Stacy's heads sing while Xan's spout barely coherent obscenities and breathe gouts of superheated plasma and liquid hydrogen. The cargo containers in the room begin to float up off the ground.
Jason charges in and punches the barrel of the shackle right up against
STAN and squeezes a few triggers. The resulting concussive shockwave is enough to send him hurtling back, end over end, landing in a broken heap 30 feet back. But his shot detonates the lower body of the creature, shredding it, and unfortunately magilla, into a pulpy mess which is sprayed across the far wall. The hydra of heads falls and lands on it's side, the severed bottom half boiling as new limbs-arms, legs, Pseudopods, insectoid limbs, great feathered wings, eye stalks and things which can scarcely be described as anything more then ambulatory viscera-sprout and grow. The creature lifts into the air on a dozen fold prismatic wings, this midsection beating like a great heart, as bundles of nerves, intestine, neural tissue and teeth flow out like a spider's web and begin to coat the room.
Dubley, crippled and only semiconscious kicks at the HEP near him until it fires off into a wall, missing everything, friend and foe. A slowly wriggling beam of light, fades into existence, like a flashlight beam through fog. It jerks suddenly and, with the crack of a whip and a blinding flash, solidifies into a tread of pure white light, which stretches from the abomination's chest off, through a wall and towards some distant point in space. Over Stacy's increasingly feverish singing and Xan's blasphemies, the men still down in that quickly melting cargo hold hear someone say something.
"I think you guys should run."
They turn around to see Denzel standing behind them, his body glowing red hot, streams of blinding plasma drifting from him and burning great molten gashes through everything they touch. Somewhere inside his mechanical chest, something is burning brighter then the sun, and the light is streaming through every orifice, burning out through melting mechanical eyes, out every seam and between the artificial muscles. He is already starting to turn dark and ashen, burning away under his own radiance.
"I think I may have overdone it."
Stacy's song shakes the entire room, as though the entire subterranean structure was being torn up from the ice. His voice is nothing more then a distorted stream of numbers and complex math, being spoken almost too fast to hear, let alone comprehend.
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