((xD oh god epic fail)) Wake up? Shoot my (heat) gun in her face?
You roll out of bed -bed in this case being a comfy pile of sand- and start blow drying the lady right in the face. She seems nonplussed by your actions, squirming slightly but thats it.
Jason wakes up at the noise. Dammit, he just got to sleep, what the hell."Well, lasers suck. I didnt ask for an eldritch alarm clock and I don't like that noise. Might be time to use the amps, see if it'll shut it up."
Prepare dynamic exotic bonus, stay in the light.
Preparing bonus, staying in the light.
Goddamnit, she's calling the rocks isn't she? Cecil thinks to himself.
Guys what's she doing?
If she's still hot then go wake up someone who can deal with it. Like maybe battle-suit-guy over there.
Otherwise she needs a good sockin'
ya ain't got no battle suit guys on your team, friend. You been into my booze again?
Well she's cooling down so...
wait...you're the guy with the kinetic amp. The six armed guy built for punching. And you're saying you need to punch her...
Oh goody.
[uncon:4+1+1]
Heh.
"HEY! Weird stuff's happening! Everybody up! Dubley, anyone else, heat her up if you can! Amps last resort!"
Tek prods everyone to get them up. He turns his light amps to maximum high enough to be able to see comfortably.
You start running around, kicking everyone and screaming for them to wake up, while also raising your light amps to the point you can see comfortably. It's a bit hard, what with the lights shining on the prisoner, but you're good as long as you don't look at em.
Awaken from horrendous noise. Prepare Gauss Sniper Rifle.
Lie down, and be ready to shoot something terrible as soon as it comes into long range. Charge that Con bonus!
Charging con bonus. Little do you know you're aiming in the wrong direction.
Go from dreaming about nuclear fuel rods to awake with a jump up. Grab thermometer, see if Captive heat is changed, drop thermometer, grab cutting laser and point out into desert.
"The hell is that noise! Is she calling for support?"
You get as far as testing the temp of the woman, which has dropped somewhat. Then the fun begins.
"MORE HEAT!"
build up chemical log fire with another log and have it closer to the woman
You throw another chemical log on the first, still smoldering one. It lights up in a burst of greenish flame that paints the chaotic scene in bizarre, dancing shadows.
(Uhhhh, when did I get cam-eyes? If they magically appeared, I'm fine with that, but I don't recall ever buying any.))
"What are you idiots doing! It's too late to heat her up! Get ready to repel an assault! Lamps to full, pick your targets well, and fire at will!"
Stand to repel the assault! Head lamps on, make sure I have a solid target, and fire at will. Try not to drain the mag in one go.
You turn on your head lamps and kneel in the sand, waiting for a target to present itself.
If I'm awake: Charge a dynamic Exo bonus
Else: Wake up.
Str 3; Dex 3; End 3; Cha 10; Int 6; Wil 15//Spe 0; Int 1; Han 0 (-1); Con 4; Unc 0; Exo 12; Aux 3 (+1); Med 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; Mass manip PK Amp; laser rifle (fired once); 0 tokens: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with Morul); white skin-tight node-covered black-shell stasis suit worn under Mk II.
Appearance: 5'11'', 170 pounds in a rather unmuscular frame, shoulder-long brown hair, short goatee, brown eyes, a rather long chin that earned him his nickname. Age 32
Half a robot foot. Robot right arm. Wears basic clothes when not in the Mk II.
Exo charged!
"Yes sirs.
EAT LASERS EAT GRAVITY DIE FUCKERS PRAISE INGRAM!"
Raduga maximum power. Number gun, #75. Dual wield and shoot all the bad guys. Or aim carefully if there are no bad guys to shoot yet.
Keep playing this song because it seems appropriate.
Nothing to shoot quite yet. Give it a minute.
Tek was pretty sure he was going to die here. Oh well.
Prepare to use MFM on enemies.
Preparing.
People with guns, Sambo could handle. Screaming unholy monstrosities in female form, there was not a chance in hell. It was worse than his last wife.
Sambo wakes up, faces towards the woman, drops to one knee and fires his laser (on lowest power, wide dispersion) at the woman, running the beam up and down her in moderate bursts to even out the temperature. He keeps his suit lights pointed at her to try and lessen any shadows as well.
"You lot kill the shit out of whoever's coming. Fucks me, they might be friendly, but we're fucking not! I'll keep this bitch toasty while you're doing that."
"Anyone that needs a gun, grab my bloody gauss rifle. I'm not taking my eyes off this bitch for a moment."
You get as far as heating her just a bit before the fun starts.
Bank fires higher, stand away from the Eater of Cold and be ready to repel boarders, so to speak.
"Can we please keep the flame demon warm and try to not die faster."
You throw yet another log onto the fire.
Distance myself from the lady a bit and keep watch.
Probably a good idea...
Wakes with a start.
Huzzn... W-wha? What's happening?
((sorry about late reaction, life got in the way.))
In response to your question, nothing good.
Retreat into the light. Look out for any enemies.
I recommend ducking.
Cecil is calm. Whilst the rest of the group fires low intensity lasers or shines their lights into the desert, screaming about incoming hostiles, he does nothing but stand up and walk, with no particular haste, over to the woman. He knows what he has to do. It's what he was literally MADE to do. He cocks his kinetic amp wielding arm back and then swings. The punch connects with the woman's right shoulder and her body basically evaporates; what shattered pieces of it remain are hurled out of the converging lights and lasers and into the darkness beyond. For an instant that darkness glows, glows like an iridescent oil fire, like a mirage someone has doused in gasoline and set alight. It ripples in mid air, a vertical gash of unearthly light, the sand below it glowing red hot and crackling as it fuses into glass. And then it falls, splashing over the sand like water, and then moving across the ground like a white phosphorous bullet burrowing through the ground.
Cecil jerks and goes stiff, his entire body contracting and distorting unnaturally, as though someone is yanking hard on every tendon, forcing his body into horrible contorted positions. Flame leaks from his suit and the heat fins melt as the flame starts to eat through the suit. The metal helmet runs down his face like warm syrup and a placid face, with eyes consumed by light, glares out through the molten metal. All six arms flex and twist, muscles rippling under crimson skin.
Out in the desert, the lights, or rather, the points of heat, are quickly closing in.
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