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Black fluids erupted as rounds fired and impacted against the fleshy matter. Even as the ancient music radiated from the damaged hardsuit's speakers, more and more was fired at the mass, drawing more of what could be seen as the entity's 'blood'. Screams began to emanate from the walls, while the central eye squeezed shut and shuddered as the explosive magnum rounds fired by the cyborg would dig in and detonate. More screams as the neural matter mass shuddered and vibrated. And then the kiloton force laser lanced out from the shoulder mounted emitter and burned its way through the flesh and bones of steel, causing a screech through the entire mass of the vessel.
Yet it still lived, and was angry.
From the openings in the ceiling of the chamber, something shifted and descended to reveal themselves. Bone maws snapped while skeletal legs stabilized the creatures as they revealed themselves before surging out and racing toward the intruders into this realm of madness and chaos. Like flying demonic centipedes, they arced through the air, snapping their maws and screeching as they dove down to attack.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Nov 13, 2019 0:27:02 GMT
Eliza hadn't faced anything of a plane not her own in centuries, yet now that she had her old weapons in hand, and the familiar not-quite slowness of the world had returned, she felt confident, sure of her plans. She had decided her course, and she had no intention of allowing anything bar her path. The arrival of the vast creatures that resembled twisted forms of the Scolopendra she knew so well did not intimidate the Witch. Far from it, she seemed entertained, and a wicked grin spread across her lips as she trained her shotgun on the nearest such creature. "Oh, ye brought me presents? Ye shouldna have!" she exclaimed as she opened up with the massive weapon, unleashing a thunderous volley of buckshot in a cacophonous chain. Despite the mass the gatling shotgun surely possessed, the only movements Eliza made were to all but dance around to open fire on second of the centipedes with the rifle, while lifting her right leg to direct the hand cannon affixed to the heel of her boot back at the eye itself, firing despite having no finger on the trigger. Amid this strange and deadly maneuvering, Eliza twisted and jumped, advancing towards the nearest of the centipede creatures as she kept her gatling shotgun on the abomination.
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Holding the weapon slightly further away as it hissed with excess heat following the initial shot, Vincent was pleased with the effect it had. Whatever this was, it was in pain. Smaller scale weapons' fire had it leaking a black, oily fluid, proving they likewise were of some use - and more specifically, that it could bleed. And if it could be injured it could die. Vincent had yet to encounter anything that violated that one universal constant. Things that might get back up momentarily, but if you put enough firepower on a single thing eventually it would either cease getting up or cease to exist in a far more general sense.
It wasn't dead yet, though, and movement above would immediately key the Spartan into the presence of additional hostiles.
As Lockheed likewise took note of the creatures and opened fire, moving in ways Vincent had never before seen a stock human capable of, he would bide his time and take full advantage of his heightened perception to track the targets. One, then two of the creatures would draw the woman's attention and weapons' fire. Neither Eligos, Miller nor the other Spartans in the room seemed to quite catch onto the new enemies, either still watching the central pillar of flesh for a more direct reaction or holding their fire for some reason. In the second or two that Vincent used to take stock of the new contacts and the actions of his friendlies within the room the Spartan Laser would cease to hiss and resume normal function, excess heat dispelled.
Pulling the weapon back in and shifting his aim to align his HUD's reticle with where the supposed "head" was for a third hostile who'd yet to attract Lockheed's attention, the bright red dot of the targeting laser lining up with the pale blue reticle would indicate a solid target lock before the blinding red flash of another shot illuminated the room in brilliant scarlet.
He closed his eyes as the screams grew around him, pumping, flowing through the vessel as if it was the very ichor of this being...and he soon noticed, it was flowing through him too. His chest should be thumping, vibrating with the music released from Eliza's discarded armour, but instead his heartbeat seemed to mimic the rhythm of the grotesque monstrosity before them. This place welcomed him. His eyes opened, watching the small circular holes formed by Scream, closing as they bleed, an iota of pride rising in him from the craters and the closed eyelid of the beating heart of darkness.
And then he noticed the gargantuan centipedes. What the actual hell. And then he saw Eliza veritably dancing while...quad-wielding heavy weapons, yea ok, that's a thing. Her and the super soldier seemed to have the ranged cover down pat so...Why not try something...different. He holstered his guns. He was never a ranged fighter. He is was a crap shot, dependant on rapid-fire, explosives and wide spread to use firearms to any effect. No, he was a scrapper, a saboteur...and a specialist improviser. He leaned down, digitigrade legs bending until his fists touched the floor, before frog-leaping towards the heart, aiming to find purchase upon the closed fanged eyelid, his digits digging between the teeth as he began to pull them apart, muscles and bones creaking as pain lacerated across the anchor points in his torso "Look at me you son a bitch!" He shouted between gritted teeth. This thing touched him. Changed him. Even now just by touching it he could feel the flesh reaching out for him, beckoning him in...So it wanted him? Very well. If the eyelid parted he would focus his eyes upon the twisted pupil, feeling the growing ache and pain in his head and bringing it to bear. "Take it all..."
The red stream of high powered laser bursts tore through the air in the span of milliseconds, boring through the flying skeletal centipede-creature and erupting put the other side as black fluid gushed about and splashed upon hitting the ground. The struck gigapede didn't even have time to give a screeched as it dropped like a rock through the air, slamming into the flesh and bone walls of the sphere.
While Miller and Anna focused their fire on the stretched mass, Bravo Five would turn his attention on one of the gigapedes, pulling a small device that resembled a Sangheili plasma grenade from his armor's back compartments, tapping the top switch hard, then throwing the detonator hard right into the open maw of the creature. A pair of bright blue shots from the oversized handgun he had called a "beam pistol" managed to drive the gigapede back upward just as there was a dulled thump, and it screeched as it was torn in half by what looked to be a miniscule scale star before the flare had faded.
"I've got two more starburst charges left!" he called as he turned his visor gaze toward the black armored Spartan-III. "Figure we can use them on that thing as soon as we feel the ship get near leaving the jump realm!"
"This ain't no slipspace drop, Spartan!" A clip dropped as Anna reloaded the massive mag-rail handgun in her own hands, a brief beep as it indicated it was ready. Now noticing that the cyborg had flung himself up at the central eye of the mass, the girl narrowed her eyes, then took a shot at one of the two remaining gigapedes. "How long have you even been here?!"
Another bright blue beam at the same gigapede Anna had been firing at, arc through they air and catching one of the feathery legs to slice it off clean. "Can't have been more than a day! My OS still shows it's April thirteenth, twenty-seven-fifty-three, same day my team boarded this damned thing and I lost them!"
A series of thunderous reports, a screech, and then the explosive roar and splatter of black blood-goop as the head flew of the third gigapede, its body following suit of the first two and crashing to the 'deck'.
And the eye would fight against the cyborg, twitching and trying to crush his hands with sheer pressure. Even then, it slowly was losing that fight.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Nov 14, 2019 23:25:13 GMT
Eliza all but cackled as she tore into the centipede before her with her shotgun by slamming the end of the rotating weapon between its jaws and holding the trigger until the creature went limp under the onslaught. Even as she unloaded on the unfortunate monstrosity, the Witch trained her rifle on the final centipede and began firing as if she were wielding a handgun rather than an anti-materiel rifle. "I think that's quite enough foreplay," she remarked, addressing the entity itself. "I hope ye're ready fer me!" The intensity of Eliza's statement came not from any particular elation on her part, but from the intense burning that shot through her veins as she burned away a portion of her life force to replenish her reserves of mana. Step two, she thought to herself as she stepped away, then tore once more at the barriers few could discern, slamming full force to pull through something far larger and less willing than her weapons. Infernal words bellowed from her throat, invoking the resisting force on the other side of the barrier, eliciting a horrendous roar that reverberated audibly through the Void-touched ship. Something was coming through, vast..and angry.
The cyborg could feel muscle tear and joints crack under the strain as the lid slowly opened up, strands of mucus and black blood linking them as he slowly forced them apart, until he could see his reflection upon the twisted pupil. " There you are..." He remarked beneath his mask, gritted teeth switching into a cocky grin His arms and legs trembled to hold him in place and keep the lids spread.
He felt the surge, the coldness of the void filling him, paradoxically energising him as the cold and blackness fused with his very being...There was a surge. A kinetic snap as the energy manifested above him body, his suit slowly disintegrating, helmet breaking and shattering, floating slowly around him without a care for the very idea of gravity. He screamed, his whole body, both flesh and machine, flaring painfully, impossibly even. Energy crackled above his form, a corona of dark light forming all around him as void poured from his eyes, his nose, mouth, his very being...and then, it erupted.
It would hard to guess what was happening from behind him. There would be a continuous stream of light, and then darkness, both alternating as a beam of raw Void shot from his front, straight into the open eye before him.
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A solid hit on target, and one that was far more effective than the scream from the central pillar of flesh had suggested earlier. There was no sound from the arthropodic creature as the red beam of destruction erased what Vincent had assumed to be its head, the remains falling without ceremony to crash near the edge of the room. For the briefest moment the Spartan felt a slight twinge of smug self satisfaction at the result - only to be interrupted by the Lance hissing again as it cycled through another cooling period, venting the excess heat as he held it just a bit further away.
While he wouldn't have called the weapon one intended for traditional infantry use it was effective, as were more conventional small arms - across the room both Anna and Bravo Five would fell another two of the creatures with what looked like a combination of a plasma charge and small arms fire, Eliza targeting the final fourth. While Vincent wasn't entirely sure how to interpret the exchange between Anna and Bravo Five, that could come later. He hadn't believed it at first and still held certain reservations, but for the moment the Spartan could only run with the assumption that she was in fact his blood relative and one infinitely better informed than anyone else present... bar maybe Eligos if his more insane ramblings held any sense at all.
Because his actions certainly didn't.
His weapon done with its cooling cycle, Vincent would bring his aim and the reticle in his HUD to rest on the closed eye for another devastating blast only for Eligos to suddenly leap to the pillar of flesh and begin trying to pry it open with his bare hands, forcing Vincent to bite back a curse as he lowered the Lance just a few inches to shift the reticle off target and away from the cyborg. None of them would be firing at it like that, and whatever Eligos was doing had effectively cut the firepower that could be brought to bare against it to literally just his own hands. The recklessness of the action aside it severely limited their options, and Vincent was reconsidering alternate approaches right as Eliza - speaking another language he did not understand - did something which would be followed by yet another complication he did not need.
A vibration through the hull, and a very bestial roar from somewhere else on the ship.
The eye fought against the cyborg, pushing its lids tight, but the mortal thing with metal limbs was still prying it open, and he was grinning. And then, the surge came. And the screams that rocked the chamber, shook the very structure of the ship-creature. A ripple in the air, a high pitched screech, and a force angrily threw the cyborg across the chamber, narrowly missing one of the bone spike-pillars as he would slam into a wall.
And then the other roar. Angry, vengeful. As the witch performed her dance and spoke the ancient words, a language lost for thousands of years, her hair would unravel from over her combat suit, tendril in the air, then surge down into the ground, into a black fire that appeared as well on the wall opposite them. Except bigger. Much bigger.
A flaming segmented leg emerged, followed by another. They pulled the circle of empty fire open wider as a deep growl evolved into a bellowing roar, and more of the creature those roars belonged to would emerge from the pit. An arachnid head would rise up, spitting out magma as it opened its glowing red mandibles and let out a vengeful screech that shook the chamber.
"Okay," came the very worried voice of Bravo Five as he nervously took aim at the emerging thing. "I've seen some shit in this ship...but what the hell is that?!"
The circle warped. The strands of hair that were weaving into the massive spider creature as it emerged would snap and tear as it fought against their hold. A harsh and ethereal crack would fill the air, felt even in the bones of those present. The creature - the demon - was free.
And its eyes, all eight, would settled directly upon the witch who had dared so arrogantly to summon it.
"Your debt is overdue, witch. Time to pay what you owe me!"
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Nov 18, 2019 20:43:25 GMT
While Eliza hadn't planned for Phantasmaranae to break free quite so soon after being summoned, she wasn't surprised, as it had been ages since the Witch had summoned any denizen of Inferno. No longer under control, Eliza calmly sealed the portal behind the demon and turned to face it fully. "Spartan, focus on th' ship!" she called out, hearing the utterance, though she didn't divert her gaze as she raised her guns towards the massive arachnid. "I'm afraid that's na how this is gannin ta work, dear. Do ye na realize where ye are? This is na my grave," she explained as the barrels of her shotgun began to spin up once more. "It's yers." With that, Fury began unleashing a withering salvo of shells, accompanied by the slower, louder blasts that Wrath produced, all focused on the demon. Even with this onslaught of firepower, though, Eliza stayed on the move, circling the spider as best the chamber allowed. "All of ye, I've got this one!" she yelled over the cacophony. "Finish off that centipede and focus on th' ship!"
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No time to worry about what Eligos was doing - the cyborg's antics would end in either one of two ways, inflicting damage on whatever Lovecraftian entity inhabited the ship or getting himself killed. If it was the latter, too bad. They had other more immediate concerns between whatever it was Lockheed was doing, the roar from elsewhere aboard the ship and the sole remaining survivor of the centipede like creatures that had entered the room a minute before. Three were dead but one still persisted, and with Lockheed occupied that left it to Spartans in the room. Miller had been quick enough on the uptake but it was unlikely he'd do much to harm it with the sidearm he'd been given, and the last thing Vincent needed on his conscious was the loss of a civilian under his protection.
Bringing the front end of his weapon to bear again, Vincent would shift his attention away from the central eye right around the same time that Eligos did something to blast it with energy - and as the Spartan's focus turned to the remaining hostile target within the room so too would the reticle on his HUD, followed shortly by the whine of the heavy weapon's targeting laser settling on the arthropod's head. A clean kill... or it would have been had Lockheed's antics not resulted in yet another complication thrown into the mix, the giant centipede suddenly changing direction as yet another new arrival startled and distracted it as the Spartan Laser fired. Although Vincent was able to pulled the beam sideways as the creature moved to "spray" the destructive energy in an arc that would neatly bisect it and leave the writhing halves to drop into the coolant pool below, the shout from Bravo Five was an unneeded distraction and the kind Vincent had been forced to get used to working alongside the IVs aboard the Infinity.
"Irrelevant. Ignore it unless it turns hostile, focus on the eye and keep Miller clear of fire." Vincent said, his calm and cold tone over the other Spartans' TEAMCOM a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding them. The writing front half of the centipede casting a golden reflection of itself in his visor as the Spartan Laser locked into another cooling cycle, Vincent would waste no time in marching over to it before raising a single armored boot and bringing it down on the creature's head with a sickening crunch, sharply twisting his foot once for additional certainty as the creature's movements abruptly halted.
One hostile left. Potentially two if Lockheed fucked things up more than they already were, which the speaking spider thing's words seemed to imply. But it didn't matter. They were getting off this ship and they were getting off alive, even if they had to kill everything else aboard it in the process.
And if Lockheed's new pet got in the way he'd kill it, too.
The thunderous release of force sent the cyborg flying across the room, the hard smack against the hard organic wall turning his vision into darkness for a moment, before clouding it with lingering sparks and blurriness. Well, that happened. His limbs twitch as he pushed himself against the wall, ignoring the dull throbbing pain from his soft muscles as he tried to stand up. His limbs were cybernetic, and his skeleton was reinforced, but the soft buts where very much...soft. All organs were natural, and a good portion of them were now aching. He would resist the urge to shake his head, knowing full well it would make the pain worse and no doubt aggravate a probably concussion.
He finally stands to his feet, the sea of stars and blurry motion slowly sharpening into actual images, allowing him to see, there in all glorious HD reality, a creature born out of his own most depraved nightmares: a monstrous spider with a body of molten, flowing lava. No. Nonononono. Panic settles into the human ad he flattens himself against the wall, eyes wide as he begins to inch towards the group of super-soldiers. Despite the horror, despite the unsettling visage of everything that had come before, he hadn't felt true fear yet, the thing that got into his mind giving him a sense of displacement, as if he was watching them, experiencing them through someone else. As if he knew they were going to happen before they actually did, giving him the faintest of moments to prepare. But this...this got to him.
With shaking hands he gripped Mayhem, his other hand reaching into the duffel bag to pull out the gunmetal bullets required, slowly placing them into the vacant spots of the cilinder, before snapping it closed. He tried to avoid looking at the eight-legged demon, focusing instead upon the beating heart of darkness and firing upon it.
The massive fiery arachnid pulled itself free of the swirling black fire, now perched along the curved wall of the chamber while roaring at not only the witch who was firing everything she seemed to have at it, but as well at the heart-neural mass at the center of the platform. Clicking its glowing red mandibles, the demon would spew a glob of magma no smaller than the tallest of the Spartans at the group of humans before scurrying around the wall and smashing through several groups of bone spires.
The mass screeched even as explosive rounds dug in and detonated under its flesh-matter, vibrations rocking the entire body of what was once the engine section of the Event Horizon. The eye shifted its place, pulling into the mass and re-emerging on the opposite side to stare angrily at the spider. A growth began to drop from the large tunnels where the gigapedes had entered from, a stretched and fungal mass that snapped out in effort to capture the spider. The magma arachnid bellowed even while a high powered rifle round slammed against a rock-like plate of exoskeleton, tensing itself and charging back around the other way to make attack on the tiny mortal who had dared to summon it to this place, and had the gall to plan betrayal.
And it wasn't seeming to be at all concerned about involving the rest of the humans in the rather unconventional spat.
"Vince, massive arachnoid hostile, incoming fast!" came the warning from the smallest of the Spartans as she noted the charging demon. A pair of supersonic velocity shots from the mag-rail handgun crossed the distance almost instantly, only to barely scratch the magmic shell of the creature as it seemed to be grinning at them.
Something that got Bravo Five in motion as he grabbed Miller and dove them both into the blood coolant even as the Spartan would turn and aim his beam pistol, firing the bright blue bursts at the raging demon. "Lady, I don't know what the hell you did, but this is not helping!"
The distraction was enough by the demon spider, the heart-neural mass and its own new fungal growths, that Bravo Five failed to keep an eye on Miller as the man was pulling himself through the coolant blood and toward the still unmoved corpse.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Nov 23, 2019 3:05:15 GMT
Eliza hurt, perhaps worse than she could recall in the past few centuries, but the rush of power that coursed through her tiny frame and the clear objectives before her tamped the distraction the burning in her body presented into a sort of strange clarity that was both detached from the pain and thoroughly involved in it. "Spread out and stay clear of me!" she snapped as she darted away from the glob of magma. "I told ye, focus on th' ship!" She glared at the spider she'd drawn power from for over a millennium, then offered a wicked grin as she reached out to grasp, not physically, but metaphysically, focusing her power on slowing the flow of time until all around her seemed as though trapped in thick molasses. Through it all, she never stopped firing her weapons, focusing the rifle's shots on the largest of Phantasmaranae's eyes while Fury belched buckshot at the demon's open maw. Most might have contented themselves with simply attacking from a distance, but Eliza had learned the Umbran Arts from her mother, and was far more aggressive as a result. Making the most of time's lagging pace at the moment, the Witch charged the massive arachnid, ready to kill her pact holder in similar manner to the earlier gigapedes, save that this time she leaped up with the intent to slam the muzzle of her gatling shotgun through Phantasmaranae's outer exoskeleton and drill through her skull with the barrage of fire that was to follow while she used her rifle to take shots at the beast's eyes. Perhaps alarmingly to the Witch's companions once time resumed its normal flow was the fact that she seemed to be enjoying herself quite thoroughly, despite the dangers present.
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While Vincent had started with every intention of killing the ship's heart first, nothing seemed to be going as planned since boarding. Despite Lockheed's words the spider evidently had no intention of keeping things simple as it lobbed a massive glob of what looked like molten rock at the group - while Anna seemed to be clear both Vincent and Bravo Five would move, the latter yanking Miller down into the pool of coolent to prevent a smaller profile as Vincent juked to the side with his armor's thrusters as the projectile splashed against the deck.
Six shots left in his primary means of dealing significant damage, with one battery in reserve. One magazine left for his submachine gun, and if Vincent's vague count of Anna's reloads were anything to go by she had maybe two magazines left with no way of telling how much kick Bravo Five's handgun had remaining, although Vincent had lost track of the rifle he'd left on the deck before. No time to look for it now. He still had a number of other tricks still up his metaphorical sleeve but the fact remained that he was finally starting to run out of wildcards to throw at the things on this ship, and Lockheed had immeasurably complicated matters by summoning whatever it was currently scuttling around the edges of the room.
Under normal circumstances he would have immediately taken the earlier projectile as cause to open fire, but he lack of ammunition was enough for him to hesitate for all but a moment... right up until he saw something resembling a more recent threat following the Covenant extending from the ceiling towards the spider, its intent rather obvious.
The consequences, however, were not, although everything in Vincent told him it would be a bad, bad thing if it caught the spider alive.
To hell with Lockheed. Her opinion no longer mattered considering her earlier actions had now put them all at risk. He'd deal with her bitching when all of this was over.
Shifting targets again without a word as Anna and Bravo Five did the same, Vincent would begin holding the trigger down on the Spartan Laser to precharge it, red glow building as the targeting laser swung across the room to settle on the center of the spider's cephalothorax... and holding position on the moving target as the weapon's red glow bloomed into a massive burst once again.