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Sorcery? This wasn’t the first time Eresh had encountered magic, in fact he was quite close to someone who could use it to great effect.. but it was still an unexpected turn of events. Taking note of the change to his systems(if not his flesh and blood body), and seeing Lemon’s shots impacting the supposed commander’s shield ; a plan was hatched.
“Lemon, Tycho, I’ll charge the commander, keep his attention off of Queen and you two- hopefully. I would appreciate cover fire if you could spare it!” He said as he drew his sword from its scabbard on his other hip. Trusting in the others to watch his back, and bolstered by this unnatural surge of vitality he would call out to the lead pirate, issuing a challenge in its own tongue thanks to his translation software:
“Stop cowering behind these vermin and fight me, insect!” He spat, before sprinting forward.. dead set on plunging his father’s blade into the beasts chest.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on May 29, 2023 11:14:46 GMT
The light was as blinding to Tycho as it would have been to the Kromus. By being far too focused on trying to land precise shots, his vision was perfectly centered downrange for the flash to immediately make him recoil, throwing an arm up to cover his eyes as he leaned to brace for cover against the wall... only for a bolt of plasma to strike him dead center in the chest.
Unimaginable heat seared the Vlaka's chest for a brief but screaming moment, beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. The force of the shot knocked the breath squarely free from his lungs, leaving him unable to cry out in a pain that went beyond visceral.
Then, just like that, it was gone.
Tycho stumbled against the wall, planting to his back to it, a hand shooting to his midsection. What just happened? He could feel the flesh of his chest painfully seared under his clothing, muzzle wrinkling at the fetid bite of scorched fur... but where he looked down and expected to see a slagged hole, he saw everything good-as-new. If only he understood enough about magic to know how close of a call that was.
His hands shook, and his breathing was hard to center... but it looked like he was still in one piece. Wincing through the pain, he gathered himself and broke cover to return fire, only to center his crosshairs over: a motorcycle. Down here. In the hallway. Suddenly.
It was only then that his body felt the otherworldly pull of Johanna's call to arms, the pain in his chest fading in the face of a sudden rush of strength. Whether his rounds were doing much or not to the Kromus, he suddenly didn't care-- confused but empowered, frightened but enraged, Eresh's words would be drowned out towards the tail end by a deep primal snarl that spilled from the Vlaka's strained lungs like billowing smoke. Tycho ripped the trigger as he advanced, rushing up to trade places with the Avian and try to keep Lemon in cover.
Post by Makoto Nijima on May 31, 2023 19:38:32 GMT
Queen revved up Johanna, feeling her magic course through her veins and turn the former student council president into a force of unyielding might. Makoto set her eyes on the enemies flanking the general, who Eresh was seemingly determined to face himself. If that's what he wanted, she would do her best to oblige.
"Get out of the way! I'm clearing a path!" she announced loudly.
A second later and she was off, tearing down the hallway like an azure missile past her allies and headed straight for the collection of pirates, aiming to knock them down like bowling pins. She had done this once before, in Kaneshiro's Palace. Time would tell if she could pull off the same feat again....
Post by Lemon Jankins on May 31, 2023 20:21:20 GMT
Lemon didn't stop to consider the exotic things happening right in front of her, there was no time for that, instead she reloaded her M6S and continued to fire any time she got a clear line to one of the enemy's more important looking parts. When the Canid moved to replace the Avian in front of her she sent a quick mental message, it'd be faster and a bit more reliable than talking.
[Cat's out of the bag so no point yelling, Stay down, the bird's gear is probably way better than yours, I've got a shield charged, I'll survive a couple hits fine enough.]
Firefights were loud, but most people can still hear the voices in their head, at least that's what she hoped. She'd need to think of some decent threats to keep the others quiet, either that or just relocate again and spend some time off the grid.
Even while the arm mounted energy shield was crackling from the plasma assault thrown at it moments ago, the Urtrahgan would hiss and raise its other hand to aim the oversized pistol it was holding. A shot fired just before it noticed the Chozo soldier coming at it, screeching as he barreled his way toward the Kromus. A series of guttural barks emanated from the Urtrahgan as it took a step back, expecting any of its subordinate Pirates to aid it.
The remaining Batta, much to the Urtraghan's dismay, would drop as its body was riddled with gunshots from the canine anthromorph, having already been severely wounded by the magnetically accelerated round that had served to terminate its fellow Batta. The remaining Qymor would move to flank, the one holding onto the corpse of its former fellow dropping the meat shield to the ground and raising its right arm to begin firing at the motorcycle riding human. Notably, it made aim for the motorcycle itself. Remove the mount, and the rider would still hit the ground with plenty of injuries, after all.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Jun 3, 2023 9:49:19 GMT
Tycho let out a small defiant cheer as he watched more than one of the Kromus fall, kicking out a spent magazine and fishing a replacement from his plate carrier. An overwhelming volume of fire seemed to be working out well enough after all, even if the Mawkin's ludicrous-looking handcannon was doing most of the work. He was skeptical of a whole-ass motorcycle's effectiveness in close-quarters, but he was no less eager to see the strange human in action. The best he could do was provide supportive fire, if not for an imminent distraction...
The Vlaka's ears instantly shot backwards and flat the moment his mind felt thoughts that weren't his own. He turned his head to glance down at Lemon, looking only about as hesitant as the adrenaline would allow.
"Thought you were hurt," he barked over the gunfire, a look of mild recognition in his eyes. Whatever dots were connected, Tycho held his tongue... even while reaching up to tap-tap a claw against his head. "You good, or what?"
"YA BETTAH KEEP SHOOTIN AN SHUTCHER TRAP OR WE'RE GONNA BITE IT! EYES FORWARD!"
The using a mental message apparently backfired and caused more slowdown than just yelling, Lemon was not going to waste time on politeness at this point, it was a firefight. She Holstered her pistols while floating her rifle around her using a bit of kinesis, every second mattered right now and she needed more firepower. Taking hold with her now free hands she turned it on and yanked the smartlink reticle over the enemy and began taking shots of opportunity.
During this, an idea occurred to her, she locked her mental senses on the biggest bug-man-thing and started screaming at it mentally while trying to get a listen at it's thoughts. If her mental messages were distracting for her allies, then it might help if used on the enemy.
Eresh was tempted to turn his attention to check to see how the others were faring, but he fought the urge. Instead, he would suddenly sidestep and give and stab forward, aiming to slip his blade around the pirates defenses and plunge it into the foul hide of the beast. While doing so he would continue to hiss out dire proclamations in the creatures tongue:
“You should be terrified, I am but a prelude; the beginning embers of a firestorm that my tribe will unleash upon your wretched species. The Chozo will burn your people from the face of this galaxy, and the only mercy you’ll receive is the fact that you’ll be dead long before this happens!”
And he would attempt to stab at the alien a second time.
Queen may have been the sole human in this fight, but she wasn’t going to let any preconceived notions about her species poison her morale today. Right now the team needed a calm, level headed support unit to bolster their defenses and heal if necessary.
“Take this!”
Unfortunately for her enemies, she wasn’t doing either of those things. Currently, she was barreling down the hallway like a bat out of hell and her foes were going to feel it. The pirates’ attacks did little to stop Johanna’s charge, their shots like paintballs pelting a steel wall. Makoto suddenly swerved in a half circle before she could ram the enemies completely, her Persona body-slamming into the armored foes with all the force of a full speed celestial motorcycle.
The Qymor that had fired at Queen screeched and grabbed its head before dropping to its needs, as if trying to fight off some kind of stabbing pain in its head. The other stalled, leaving itself open for the rifle shots that impacted on its carapace scales and tore through its head in the hesitation. That left the Urtraghan to realize that this eclectic mishmash of misfit mercenaries had coordinated themselves far better than its own unit. Even as the Urtraghan came to its conclusions, the human on her motorcycle came crashing into the agonized qymor, ramming it into the wall and crushing it with the vehicle's mass. It left the Urtraghan as the only Kromus left against the remaining three mercenaries, one of which was a two and a half meter tall chozo in combat armor charging at the Urtraghan with a vicious looking vibration sword. It swung itself to a side, managing to push away the coming blow, but leaving itself open for a follow up attack.
Seconds later, its hands were cleaved in half, the vibrating frequency blade pushing its way through the shell of the Urtraghan's body and disrupting the tissue underneath before leaving the last Kromus as little more than a dissected pile on the ground.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Jun 17, 2023 13:16:21 GMT
Tycho just blinked down at Lemon for a second, before shaking his head slightly and rolling his eyes. Shouldering his battle rifle and shifting his attention back downrange as he sidestepped into cover, watching one of the nasty things suddenly clutch its own head and double over pretty much confirmed his curiosity. He glanced back at Lemon for a second or two, more morbidly curious than suspicious, before looking back through his optic to see the one the other gun-toting ones hesitate at the sight of his poor friend.
It was a quick and messy triple-tap. Two rounds to spall the scaling on the creature's head, one to rip through the opening. He winced as it crumpled to the floor-- somehow the most merciful kill so far, not that the thing deserved it. He watched as the other two fell in quick succession; one crushed by a magic bike, one turned into sushi. Poor bastards... the Avian made it look like an execution. Guy probably made the creds to buy all that fancy gear somehow, he supposed.
When all fell quiet, the Vlaka took a few hesitant steps forward as the eerie silence settled back in. The smell of the Kromus corpses became more and more repulsive by the second, but he was too fired up to notice his own nausea. He let out a triumphant barking laugh, checking his magazine before looking to the others.
"Nobody would believe half the shit I just witnessed back home-- I'm blown the fuck away, you three. You're a machine, feathers! Lemon with her weird mind-bending bullshit, and... Queen, where'd you get a fucking BIKE?"
Eresh would take a few breaths to center himself once the chaos ended. In truth, he hadn’t intended to dismember the pirate as he had, but the heat of battle and the re-awakening of predatory instinct overcame him for a moment and caused him to momentarily lapse in a mindset he usually preferred to avoid if he could help it. Such viciousness reminded him of days best left in the past.
But what’s done was done, and he did not regret taking the Kromu’s life in the slightest, he merely berated himself mentally for allowing his feelings towards the aliens to cloud his judgement. But once Tycho began celebrating the group’s victory in the skirmish, he couldn’t help but smile within his helmet, and with only a moment of consideration he would reciprocate the praise.
“You fought very skillfully as well, all of you. Those insects barely knew what to do with us.” He said as he turned his attention to the fallen pirates. “The fact that they are here does give me a grim premonition, however. I suggest that we press forward, and see if we can’t throw a monkey wrench into the pirates plans.. whatever they are.”
The hallway continued to be dim, emergency lights flickering. At the end of the main hall was a large sealed door, no viewports to allow a view of what lay beyond it. The key panel mounted in the wall barely was still active, but could be seen to be an older analog keypad instead of the more often used hololight digital projector with a card scanner beside it. As the group of mercenaries would approach, a keycard could be seen on the floor, splatters of dark crusted red trailing away into an adjacent secondary corridor. The large sealed door itself, however, had several words printed on its face: "ACCESS TO TCHORNOBOG".
And in the back of their minds, both Eresh and Lemon could hear a voice speaking in hushed tones. Raspy, worn…but still there.
"We suffer below…our mistakes brought them here…help us fix what went wrong…what we never should have tried to do…"
Once it seemed that they wouldn’t be attacked immediately, Eresh would then take point again. “Well.. it seems that we still have a bit of a job to do. If any of you still wish to go topside and contact the authorities, I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. But as for me.. I believe I will continue moving further in- if only to get a proper grasp on what these pirates are up to and how to put a stop to it.”
And once they found the cornucopia of consoles and keypads, the Mawkin would quietly and carefully enter the room.. weapon at the ready. Noticing the key card, he would kneel down and scoop it up, examining it. “This is probably important,” he said as he looked over in Tychos direction, tossing it to him. “Here, keep ahold of that for now. Lemon—“ he started to say, but paused mid-sentence as whispers in the back of his mind spoke to him.
“Fix your mistake.. is that why I’m here? To fix it..?” He quietly asked, before looking at the others. “Did any of you hear that just now?”
Lemon kept her internal screaming to herself, after seeing what her brain-scream did to the bugthing she didn't want to risk anything, and whatever it was that had whispered in her lobes had to be able to notice shit like that. The Birdman asking about stuff after muttering to himself at least confirmed that she wasn't having a psychotic break yet, another one so soon after the previous episode wouldn't do anything good for her reputation.
"Wasna me, an I ain't goin anywhere alone, not when more of them bugs could be about... or fuckin ghosts, I told ya'll this place was cursed."
Swinging her rifle back on her shoulder, she drew her poisoned knife and M6S. She kept 'listening' for any static outside of her compatriots, the better to predict the next attack.