((Apologies for the delays. Last few weeks of school until break, and some of my professors are working against my priorities...))
Moravia Orbital Colony, Ulysses | 237d/3008AD | Von Hapsburg System
Moravia Lobby Alpha, Floor 3
Heated Combat! (All initiative rolls default to a [1].)
Megacity Time: 6:02"Correct~ Quite pretty to watch from a drone actually~ More of an aesthetic thing though, chaff launchers would be more efficient for discouraging boarding craft. The ships just like how the lightning feels. Sorta like how we feel when we scratch an itch from what I understand."
"Sounds like a tremendous waste of energy, keeping that on all the time...""Sounds like a tremendous load of crap! Markus, we need to get to the biology department.""I suppose we do."The researcher reluctantly begins to move as the professor stays put, giving him a blank stare. The professor then follows suit.
Hmm.
Go ahead and tail them; see what they're up to. Don't actually interact with them (tanks or handlers) yet. How many handlers are there?
There are [3] handlers, and one of them appears to have something bulky underneath his uniform. Some sort of exoskeleton, perhaps. He seems to be doing all the work.
[5] The handlers seem like innocent city workers doing their jobs. They wheel the cart to the right at a small intersection, bringing it into a narrow hallway with various staff-only entrances. At the end they open a garage-style door labelled 'ATMOSPHERE CONTROL.'
Anything to stop the children.
Preform 'tricks' if the children allow it.
"Of course, officer, it shan't happen again." Now having avoided immediate compromise of the mission by causing an insurance incident, Atlos thinks of a way to free WARDEN. He waits for the noise to subside somewhat before offering to have his robot perform tricks, on condition the children give the bot some space.
Atlos: An excellent plan. Human children, despite the negative evidence you've witnessed thus far, are still rumored to possess a survival instinct. By having WARDEN perform aerobic maneuvers, you can clear up some space and force the children to stop... doing what they are doing.
WARDEN: [6/5] You begin to fire your jets, leaping short distances into the air, proceeding in successively higher jumps. While preparing for your fifth jump, letting your jets cool down, one of the children shouts "I want to ride him!" and leaps onto your back, slipping off and bumping his head against the polymer floor. Though uninjured, the juvenile (of approximately three years old) starts crying, and is subsequently recovered by his parents.
"That's enough," says the boy's mother, dispersing the rest of the crowd (of mostly boys).
Now that this is out of the way, you and Atlos just notice the ambient noise in the room increasing to almost riot levels.
"Woah, careful with that tank, fellas-Liquid Oxygen is highly explosive." Commented the Ravenian in earshot of the mob, completely innocently.
...
McMarlo strutted off as parts of the mob began to fashion makeshift weapons and battering rams-he figured they had it from here.
Next on the agenda, economic destruction.
He began to whistle. He was an Avian, so it was quite a pretty sound.
Action: Off to Will's, Bill's, and Bently's Brokerage Services!
[3+1] You lay down your controller and walk off innocently as the new rebels fashion sharpened blades from ripped-out polymer floorboards and heave the liquid oxygen tank off of its stand. They begin rolling the giant drum across the lobby in the direction of the R&D department in the north-west entrance.
...
"These tariffs are abominable!" shouts a rotund trader as he storms out of the office and retreats to the lift. Said lift connects to a network of tunnels that ferry passengers not only vertically, but horizontally around the building. Some even transfer to nearby buildings.
This occurs on the eighth floor of the Charmander Tower, one of the few skyscraper analogues inside the Alpha Complex. Because vertical space is at a premium, the twenty-floored tower cuts across all four layers of the complex, subjecting all citizens to its magnificent architecture, being mostly composed of glass panels, skybridges, and ambitious overhangs. The broker resides in one of four major partitions of Floor 8, its boundaries delineated by reinforced glass panels. Accounting offices, the waiting room, storage closets, and the breakroom are all visible through multiple layers of glass. The only sections with a remote amount of privacy are the restrooms, consisting of a square ring around each of the tower's four support beams running through the entirety of the building.
The waitroom contains a human couple--both wearing dark, fluffy cloaks, as well as a strange yellow goo creature and a giant fish wearing a pressure suit. Reminds you of that Atlos fellow, but this one isn't snakelike but rather has five appendages which further split into three each, with breaklike graspers on the ends.
Moravia Heating Access Alpha
Sneak close to him and pounce. Try and slice his neck where the helmet doesn't conceal it. If Ziggo can't, aim for somewhere not quite protected.
A heatsuit doesn't really leave much expose, now does it? It would really suck if it did.
[4] But luckily for you, the helmet isn't sealed yet. Rather, it's just resting loosely on the guy's head. Perfect~
((By the way, if you haven't noticed, you always have one more initiative than the highest roll due to that passive of yours in the main thread.))
Initiative:
[3] Ziggo
[2] Guy #2
[2] vs (2) You flick the human's helmet off to expose his neck, then jab as quickly as you can. However, the guy flips you off before your claws can connect!
(4) vs [2] The human shouts some weird expletive you've never heard, then runs up to you and kicks you in the chest. Being lightweight, you suffer no major harm but are thrown across the room, setting some distance between you and your target (+1 defense for the first defender).
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