In a hybrid of both science and desire for some of the most ridiculous common house tools of all time:
"19 c8 05" (12/18 COMP)
"9c" (6/18 COMP)
Kinda looking for a screwdriver with a (safe) leather handle and a screwdriver-y core of what I have in my notes as "Blood Metal". All I know is I don't want to touch it without testing it first (Which is where the lump of flesh comes in!) 
"Second verse same as the first? Something of a mystery, a puzzle or any tricky situation that needs just a little lateral thought. I must admit I greatly enjoyed our ill-fated corporate espionage earlier. Perhaps even some more... primary directives? You didn't bet on me with no rhyme or reason after all, the house always wins and all that.
Eschewing all that dump me in a warzone and I'll make my own problems 
."
While speaking to Decon, on noting the simple nature of the safe Ned grabs some thin plastic or paper from the table adorned with all the lovely drawings, carefully sprinkles and blows some dust on the thumbprint reader and presses the plastic/paper on the reader with his thumb. Hopefully the previous user didn't take the time to wipe off his thumbprint before Armageddon came knocking.
(Thin plastic preferred, or the suit I guess if it has appropriate gloves?)
(If "no dust can be found" some charcoal shavings/dust from same table)
Oh don't you worry, we have suitable venue for you. We need you to sneak into Floor 0 and reactivate the defense grid nodes.
[COMP: 2/5] Spell, 19 c8 05
[COMP: 4/2] Spell, 9c
Your first spell summons a vintage screw-driver with a wooden leather-wrapped handle and fresh bloodstains on the tip, though said bloodstains are probably more to do with how you summoned it embedded through your forearm than its elemental composition. Ow.
Your second spell summons... a pile of bloody offal and meat, thank god you don't have to clean that up.
The safe opens easily enough, for all its reputation in the media, biometrics is more a matter of convenience than security, indeed it needs to accept a rather wide margin of error to even function in the first place to account for changes in the orientation, pressure, and general state of one's fingerprint, and in the case of this bargain-bin safe? That margin of error is more than enough for a little bit of dust and paper to crack it. Inside are several pages of handwritten notes so dense the paper is nearly black, countless perfectly scribed diagrams almost seeming to echo under your augmented vision.
It's hard to really make anything out, anything coherent at least, a few traces and words visible where it's less dense, but that's about it. You catch glimpses of mentions of conspiracies, every conspiracy, the greatest hits at least, substances being injected into drinking water, governments being comprised of inhuman forces, secret pacts being made with aliens, it's nothing new. Though they have to their credit at least mixed it up a few times with that sorta New Age cosmology and doomsaying, talk of the end being nigh, something about simulation theory and the holographic principle, and, hmm, it's pretty hard to make out, but there's a rough sketch of some sort of figure with their arms outstretched and something protruding from their chest.
James Heign:
If the room is big enough to fit a frame in: summon a Lupus around myself and shoot bloody everything that looks even the slightest bit important with the chaingun.
Else:
"Blast."
Axe the capacitors. If the drone attacks me, dodge and counterattack with the gravity gun.
Unfortunately the room proves to be just too small to summon in a frame, if you had a way to blast more the place to make more room you'd be able to, but then again, if you could you probably wouldn't be in need of a frame in the first place. You swing your axe into the capacitors heroically, madly, frantically chopping again and again but unable to really do serious damage, the casing begins to dent but as you begin to make headway the drone finally figures out that it should stop you and fires a high energy cutting laser at you to make you go away, carving a burning swathe in the floor.
[MDEF vs. UTAR: 9 vs. 1] Evading the laser.
[UTAR vs. MDEF: 1 vs. -2] Returning fire with gravity gun.
It sweeps upwards at an alarming pace, though by that point you're well out of the way. In fact it seems to have helped you more than anything, as with a burst of flames, sparks, and plastic fumes it burns through the capacitor.
There is a brief pause as time stretches from your enhanced senses, the capacitor begins to heat up from the center glowing cherry red then bright yellow as millions of coloumbs of electricity suddenly surge through its structure, no longer contained by its cage. You begin to dodge twisting towards the vent and diving inside before foot long spears of white hot metal spray the room. You can smell ozone as the power of all the capacitors is dumped through the system at once. You should run.
Good job so far, but do not rest yet, the overload gave it 23 nanoseconds of active time.
A transmission has been detected from this facility.
Triangulation and baysian theory has detected a MASTER unit splinter program activating within
"Delicious TV Studios".
Location marked. Destroy it.
This will be an interesting episode of Platinum Chef.
"Oh, it's one of those Dragons. Fits with the yin-yang theme it's got, but it doesn't seem that strong.
Not compared to what I've seen, at least. Oh well, I guess I'll just kill it. Maybe I can make one of those demons on the other floor be my mount." Beirus responds
Line up a shot on the Dragon while it's distracted and do a plasma strafing run. Circle back in preparation for a second run if it isn't dead. If I have to land, prepare to use my jumpjets to dodge any retaliation.
[UTAR vs. SDEF: 7 vs. 5] Strafing the dragon
[MDEF vs. UTAR: 7 vs. 1] Evading the dragon's breath
[LTAR vs. MDEF: 4 vs. 7] Evading the dragon's tackle
Wings glowing with heat, thrusters flaring to life, your frame, doesn't quite fly. Flying is for larger frames, frames that can house all the dedicated thrusters and auxillary systems needed to support them, the AVALON? It had a hell of a time craming everything needed to support its weapon systems and still remain upright. No, the AVALON does not fly so much as it hurls it through the air, an extended burn of its jump jets sending you hurtling through the air, the duration just long enough to stretch out acceleration as to not cause actual injury, though a bit of discomfort was most certainly on the menu.
Stabilizing thrusters, a sort of vestigial facsimile of the ones found on true flight frames kick into action, keeping you mostly upright and helping keep your weapon pointed right on target.
The familiar roar of plasma cries through your feed, forceful, intense, even when digitally muffled as it were now. The bolts crash into the serpent's side denoating as their containment fields give way, the beast's scales burning red hot, some ablating away under the onslaught, giving way for the plasma to sink in deeper, ripping into its battlescarred form as it is send careening into a building.
The visions in your gaze, the predicted attacks and movements, they fade away, dwindling in number. You've forced it into a corner, a disadvantage, a poor footing, though judging by the vigor of the remaining few phantasms, what you haven't done is wound it, not deeply enough at least. Whatever lay beneath that plating, it wasn't too important.
A breath attack, less a jet, and more a semi-directed explosion crashes towards you, or rather where you would've been had you not predicted it already. Brilliant tongues of what ressemble silvery flames sweeping across distance buildings, cracking and cratering as if they were struck by something far more massive. The dragon shifts and in your enhanced sight you see the beginnings of a lunging strike, like that of a viper, if vipers were giant, flight-capable, and liked to fill their mouths with orbs of burning energy beforehand.
"So, not to sound greedy, Mal, but does that work forever? I full stop can't die anymore?" Whatever Malebranche's answer,
Illiana grins and regains her self confidence. She was a frame pilot, and a damn good one. Going out on the front lines on foot to practice
being a wizard had been a bad plan, but in a frame she'd be just fine. "Lets defend some camps!"
Summon up a weapon 59 66 66 a9(comp 16) and, if it isn't mutilating the floor when it appears, pick it up in my frame's free hand.
Then leave the maitenance bay to engage the constructs.
Try to disable the autocannon quickly by using the Avalon's jump jets to get in close enough for a swing of my new weapon
(or the plasma bayonet if new weapon wasn't usable).
ur existence is a constant, congrats[COMP: 7/7] Spell, 59 66 66 a9
You summon an enormous conglomeration of springs, gears, and brass, a clockwork scythe scaled up for your frame and so dizzingly complex you have no idea what it actually does, or how it won't shatter the moment you hit anything with it. Indeed, the only thing you do understand about it is the turn-key hooked up to the mainspring and the mechanism rigged to a latch on the handle that, if you understand it correctly, will allow the mechanisms to move when pushed down. At any rate it isn't murdering the floor, and after picking it up and winding it up, it still isn't trying to murder anything either, so you give it quick push.
There's a roar of thunder as the scythe's blade is momentarily wreathed in electricity, halting only when you relax your grip on the mechanism. You're not entirely sure how it's doing that, but you've a feeling that you won't be finding out any time soon.
You start moving out of the bay, slowly at first and then with increasing speed as you get better control of the system, understanding its flow better and better. With a kick you take off and quickly identify the group of constructs in the heads up display, setting off your jump jets you rocket forwards at a terrifying rate, lashing out with the scythe as you depress the mechanism once more.
You engage the jets and fly towards your target faster than it can react and lash out with your scythe.
[LTAR vs. MDEF: 3 vs. 4] Scythe attack on the constructs, evading the electrical arcs is impossible
[LTAR vs. MDEF: 8 vs. 6] Avoiding an autoscythe counterattack
[LTAR vs. MDEF: 6 vs. 4] Avoiding an autoscythe counterattack
The scythe swings through the air inches from the smartcannon construct as the group leaps back in unison, sparks leaping between the two as the scythe grinds against its metallic form and lightning crashes through the rest of their formation.
The autocannon construct falls backwards while the autoscythe weilding constructs move in to attack seemingly undaunted by your assault. QUickly jamming the throttle in full reverse, you step backwards, not too far, but far enough that their counter attack misses, pivoting and stepping to the side, you bring your own weapon back around, the blade now swinging too fast for the constructs to avoid, not with their own gears partially melted from the prior discharge, and you quickly cleave both in half in short order. The autocannon construct stands alone now, well, it would stand alone it could actually get back up, it seems that its internals are pretty badly messed up from that first strike, seeing as MALEBRANCHE's predictions for it are half-comprised of it shuddering in place from fused gears.
Up up up up up put of the smog and try to shoot the kill points if I can.
You fly up higher pushing the engines at 127%, what little plating there is around the thrusters burning bright like a setting sun and surrounded by a mirage of ripples as they displace massive amounts of heat, kept from melting only by the airflow past them. As you push just below melting your entire frame to slag and clear one kilometer, the fumes suddenly snap out of existence no longer phasing through the atmospheric system, like a rubber band stretched till it breaks.
Floating downwards on your rapidly cooling engines you maintain an altitude of 100 meters above the surface. You see the site of the battle, now clear of everything except for an expanding ring of woodland creatures. At the edge of the zone you see where the "dust" hit some of the rubble, disassembling everything but a diesel generator the size of an apartment air conditioner.
As you continue watching on, the smog begins to coalesce again.
[TRAN: 5] Resistence
[UTAR vs. LTAR: AUTOSUCCESS] Neutralizing the biometal site
...But as it turns out, shooting immobile objects isn't too hard a task. You quickly fire the rifle emptying the clip into the kill points, one shot each with a few repetitions as needed, the twisted fields writhing as your rounds shatter what they strike with seemingly disproportionate force. The smog vanishes completely.
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