"Dammit. Tom, can you fight, at least for the moment?"
Lookit, I just got my railgun back!
If possible, grab explosives, load railgun, and fire on closest target.
"Taking that as a yes."
Click(?) on the command area icon, and assuming nothing super important or distracting comes up, begin firing from above.
Pendle inquires as to how Tom is doing, to be met by a wave of drug-induced euphoria. Pendle then decides to check the other thing that is pulsing in his HUD, and is greeted by a message from on high.
"Corporal Pendle, is it? Well, atleast Im not dealing with a Private. Anyways, as you may be aware, the cycler you are aboard is reported to be under assault by an unknown force. We bu=ileve this force is infact the private army of a raval corporation, one who wishes to steal our secreats. This must not happen. You are hearby ordered to regain control of the cycler or to manualy detach the cargo pods now being marked on your HUD. Failure to do either will result in the destruction of the vessel, and on any family you and your little squad may have being forced to pay off the debt thus incurred, as outlined on page 3251, section 6, subclause B in your contract."
"However, we will send a small force to assist, they should be at your position in six hours."
"Oh, and any damage you cause will be taken out of your pay."
Well, thats corporate for you.
Try to shoot them with a bit more accuracy this time if the purple suits come out of the training area.
Reload and take aim at the training room entrance. Kill any purple suits. (So basically waiting for orders)
While this happenes Mason and Eava decide to keep the bastards in the room, still laying down surpressive fire, joined by the remaining explocive pack the Eava snagged.
Tom, finishing his rearming process, comes accross a pair of interesting crates in the bottom of the munition storage bin.
Meanwhile, far below in the cargo bay...
"Fucking hell, you idiots havent cleared that fucking ship yet? What do you mean you are under fire? From who? Everyone should have been training."
"Your missing men? How on Eris did you manage that? Fuckkit, Im sending in Bill. He'll deal with whatever you panzies cant deal with." Back up in the room..
(Eava perseption (smarts+1d6)= 1+2=Pass)
Eava, takeing a break from firing or reloading starts to notice large quanities of shuddering in the pile of debris, which starts to fall twards the "upper" end of the hall at a rather good clip. Eava (agility+smart+luck+GMshanangans+1D6=narrow pass) reacts quickly and shoots the brick of explocive she allready chucked down, causing it to explode and force the debris to go the other way. However, the shockwave has caused herself and Mason to be pushed against the cieling, where they can clearly see the rather angry purple tank-person-thing with BILL inscribed on it.
Cue boss-thing fight
Gravities gone, agility and smarts are your friend.
Orders got!Recapture cycler, or ditch certan pods. Theres a lot of pods tho...
B-9734
A-511, three clips (8/10, 10/10, 10/10)
E-31
Purple Carbine (34/40)(Unusable)
5 E-971's (10lb)
Training chip
Wound, right leg (painkillers wearing off, area sealed, broken bone detected)
86/90 lb
B-9734
A-512, four clips (27/30, 30/30, 30/30, 30/30)
E-31
B-911 (packed)
A-513
E-971
Training chip
98/100 lb
B-9734
A-512, Four clips (24/30, 30/30, 30/30, 30/30)
E-31
Porno mag
Cellphone
Training chip
73/80 lb
B-9734
"Heavy" A-512, one belt (100/100)
E-31
B-911 (packed)
Training chip
Purple carbine (34/40)(UNUSABLE)
100/100 lb
Load limit!
Poll
1 (11.1%)
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