Roll 72The dragon arrived at the site, attracting tracers from all over the dig site. However, the presence of alpha team edified most of the general worker's morale, so even while dragons flew overhead and massive waves of gravity thrust people into walls, the battle remained exclusively between the party and Alpha team, with some onlookers.
Amatin gave an order to his dragon by whispering to his sword.
"Kill those who stand their ground! Leave the ones running away to their pitiful scurrying."Next, he shouted, at the top of his lungs:
"Everybody, run for your lives!"Zakroff nodded and, limping first and then gently hopping across the ground, headed behind a forklift for cover. The dragon landed next to him. At first, he pulled out his pistols, but then remembering Amatin's words, dropped both weapons and attempted to climb into the forklift's cabin. The dragon ignore him and flew upward, looking for opponents. Predictably, the members of Alpha team began aiming at the dragon, unaware that it was under Amatin's control. Dragon attacks were more-or-less common.
*Note: You threw your heat suit off because it got slagged by the encounter in the hall. However, Varron gained a vacuum bubble ability so you're not necessarily trapped here forever.Varron ducked for cover as the dragon, with a mighty beat of its wings, lurched toward the four close-ranged attackers, landing in their midst and knocking them down. It viciously snatched and clawed at the front guy with the flamethrower, dealing 19 damage.
The pyro, in response, pulled the trigger on his weapon and shot a jet of plasma into the air, then pointed the weapon at the dragon and continued firing. It stumbled backward, allowing the soldier to get up. Then, however, the dragon, covered in rapidly healing scars, expelled a burst of gas at the soldier. The soldier fired again but ignited the gas, causing an explosion which did 80 damage.
The dragon then looked around for more opponents. It sighted the squad of machine gunners, and so lunged toward them, knocking down all four.
Varron ran next to a large humming cylinder, standing upright. He looked around and noticed the other nearby cylinders, similar to this one. They all hummed. Varron guessed that they were motors, the sort that would, geared togeher, spin a massive drill such as the one here. But the drill was hung on a scaffold in the distance, already being decommissioned as the digging was done. The motors had to be powering something else, Varron deduced, because motors could easily be shut off to save power if the only thing they were needed for was drilling.
He sat down and focused on his fission ball. He moved it around consciously, feeling the heat with his clairvoyance, and being alerted of its heat by the heat suit he still had on. He realized that even though he kept it mostly separated from the air surrounding it, it radiated so much heat that it still actively cooled down as we waited. He decided to split it into smaller chunks to observe their properties. He was successful, as they were merely liquid. He then took one of the ten balls he created, and thought about it. Suddenly, it disappeared from existence.
[3] Confusedly, Varron looked around. Nothing had happened. He thought that Van Buren must have done that. but his clairvoyance didn't tell him anything. Neither did his inherent sense for magic that came with the powers themselves. He felt slightly warmer than usual, though, so perhaps it was his doing...
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Milia clipped her bow to its quiver, then ran forward to help Zakroff. He took off his coat and put it aside to cool down, while Milia removed the First-Aid Kit and helped Zakroff patch up his own wounds (+25+30+10 hp). However, despite being sealed, Zakroff still complained about a numbness in his lower foot. When Milia pulled off Zakroff's own hasty bandaging, she noticed that the lower leg itself was barely attached to the rest of the leg.
"Uh... the leg. It's..."She wrapped the joint in bandages to keep it from falling off completely and getting infected.
2 turns until Photon LMG volley.Soldier #1-75/400hp-8 defense, +4 ballistic, +12 explosive-Plasma Flamethrower-'Sploded
Soldier #2-230/400hp-8 defense, +4 ballistic, +12 explosive-Plasma Flamethrower
Soldier #3-126/400hp-8 defense, +4 ballistic, +12 explosive-Concussive Repeater
Soldier #4-230/400hp-8 defense, +4 ballistic, +12 explosive-Concussive Repeater
Soldier #5-204/400hp-8 defense, +4 ballistic, +12 explosive-Photon LMG
Soldier #6-132/400hp-8 defense, +4 ballistic, +12 explosive-Photon LMG-Weapon Disabled
Soldier #7-198/400hp-8 defense, +4 ballistic, +12 explosive-Photon LMG
Soldier #8-201/400hp-8 defense, +4 ballistic, +12 explosive-Photon LMG
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Kayle continued shooting.
17 damage.Jaffar continued shooting.
50 damage.[2]
Aduin struggled to hold on to the monster as it began clipping a few trees with its blades.
"Aaaah! I'll try to get its other eye!"He fumbled, and dropped his dagger to the ground. It stuck into the mud, vertically, it's blade being much heavier than the hilt.
Valaross Male - 107/1240hp, 0 defense, +12 ballistic, +8 thermal
Passives:
Hyper MetabolismDefendActives:
Cleave (0/1)**Deafening Roar**Injuries:
Scorched bellyBruised legsHalf-Blind (20% damage amplification)
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Caplus reached into his suit's storage as the other vigilantes started to back away. He pulled out his WunderWaffe, or so he called it. It was an amalgamation of pipes, screws, wires, and vacuum tubes, which glowed brightly as Caplus brought his attention to it.
[3+1]
"What you are now about to witness is your worst nightmare!" shouted Caplus, not caring for the sheer
cheeziness oh his statement. When about to kill people, cheeziness didn't matter.
He zapped the front guy, who took
38 Arc damage, which melted his suit's chestplate. The shot jumped toward another nearby trooper, who took a mere
18 damage and stumbled back.
The furthest marksperson lifted her rifle and shot the Ross general.
"Screw you!" shouted Caplus.
Ross took the round to the chest. He did not stagger back as would be expected. Rather, he looked down at the wound and observed the lack of blood coming out of the wound. Instead, a blue paste oozed out gently.
The marksperson shot a second time. Ross still just stood there, apparently unharmed.
The marksperson then fired at his head. The instant the smoke cleared, Ross stood with a hole in his head, a black oily fluid leaking. His face started to shift around a bit... his mouth moved to the right, bringing in a bit of skin to close the wound.
"That was not very smart of you..."
Ross' voice was trembling. He sounded afraid, not angry. Caplus lowered his weapon and stepped back.
"Now Caplus, I'm afraid I won't be able to follow orders anymore. You'll have to stop me. Put your weapon away first."
Caplus did as he was told.
"Now then..."
Ross lunged in an instant, grabbing the front marksman with the ruptured chestplate by the neck. He exhaled deeply into the marksman's chest, releasing blue spores which entered the wound. The marksman, terrified, started yelling, but Ross subdued him with a quick jab to the helmet, shattering the visor and knocking the marksman down.
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Winfield sliced apart a parasitic thorn bush that had sprung up in the side of a bladeleaf. The jungle here lacked plant diversity. He was repulsed by the nature of most of the life here. Even the trees, which were host to a variety of infections, infestations, and parasitisms, had their characteristic knife-sharp leaves, which could slit a man's through if he wasn't looking forward. And the trees were all over the place. The planet was one of the extremely rare single-biome planets that were still remotely habitable, having a breathable atmosphere and livable albeit warm climate.
He followed the trail of magazines lying in the brush that had fallen from the flying soldier's belt. While most of the magazines were hidden by leaves and shoots, Winfield identified them with ease, keeping a steady pace. He finally made it to the soldier's limp body. He squatted down and reached for the man's helmet.
The soldier's armored hand shot up and grabbed Winfield's arm. Winfield immediately held his pistol in the soldier's face. The soldier hesitated, then began to squeeze.
Wifield, rolling his eyes, slammed the pistol into the visor, then fired his pistol into the soldier's face. The hand let go, the soldier's body began to twitch violently, and the sound of sizzling could be heard through the steel plate.
Winfield stood up, rubbing his arm.
"Violent Energy," he began.
"Not something you stupid Iron Crown should know about."He pulled the helmet off. The soldier's bloodied face fell down into the mud, continuing to twitch. Winfield could tell that the man was trying to be scared. The energy inside of him tearing apart his insides prevented him, though, as it gradually rendered his nervous system unusable.
"Anyway, before your ears stop working, I'll let you know what you are in for. The energy inside of you is sentient. It is also quite intelligent. It will eat away at your body until nothing remains but your brain and its bare necessities. The heart, the lungs, etc. It's a magical force that was blended into technology by..."He paused, looked at the ground, then looked back at the man's face.
"Your's truly. And a wizard. But the wizard is dead now, legally, so I got all the credit. Life sucks, sometimes.
You'll have a talk in one of the marshcrawlers. Since once your brain is left there'll be no way to torture you or anything, we'll freeze you and keep you until we need more information about the Iron Crown. Until then, enjoy the scenery."He disengaged the soldier's power armor, and hoisted the soldier onto his shoulders to carry him back to the party.
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