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Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Jul 4, 2023 22:12:31 GMT
"This is what you have for pirates in Federation turf?"
The Vlaka stepped a little closer to the mangled mass of Kromus bodies and thumbed the safety on his rifle, slinging the thing over his shoulder and pulling the malfunctioned handcannon out of the dump-pouch. Maintenance was a comforting routine for gun; one he used to stave off the nausea induced by the pile of Kromus viscera. It helped that it was an easy malfunction.
"Even your bad guys are fuckin' crazy..." He muttered, cycling the power on the handcannon and swapping cartridges, feeling the thing whirr back to life in his hands. Tycho flexed his fingers against the Burya's grip, quietly taking comfort in the gun's assuring hum. It was only then that his eyes caught something he could use-- one of the Kromus shields looked perfectly intact despite the fate of its user. If it could stop at least a shot or two, that was already more than his present armor was able to handle... the thought had a bit of grim irony to it, but the thing was probably rated far more effectively for energy weapons than his plates were. Tycho reached down to pry the shield from the corpse's talons, lifting it up and looking it over. It was startlingly light.
Onward they went. Tycho let out a hastened breath through his nose, his breathing strained a bit by the still-fresh burns on his chest. In absence of anything else to ward off the Vlaka's quiet nervousness, thoughts of how the last battle played out complimented the warm, assuring hum of the gun in his hands. Unfamiliar threats were a little easier to compartmentalize when your allies were seemingly just as unusual... but that was only by his own standards, and he knew it. Above all else, trumping the bravado and the comforts of tech, knowing he wasn't in this alone brought more comfort than anything else.
"More gore ahead," he mused to break the tense silence, catching the scent of it before it came into view. Entering the room after Eresh, the Vlaka shifted the grip on his handcannon to deftly catch the keycard between his pinky and ringfinger. Both of his hands were occupied as it was, but there'd be no way in hell he'd catch a gore-splattered keycard with his teeth.
"Hey, easy! Only got so much-" His expression shifted from surprise to bewilderment, looking to Eresh and Lemon with a slow shoulder hike. "Uh... nah. Didn't hear shit. Usually pretty good at that, too..."
Queen dismounted from her Persona, placing her metal mask back on her face as she calmed herself down. She had been silent this entire time because she was focused on exerting just the right amount of energy to operate Johanna and not overexert herself. Johanna dissolved into light particles, resealing into Makoto’s mask.
“I didn’t hear anything, sorry.” The Phantom Thief replied. “But now that those enemies are gone, we can proceed.”
She looked down at a dead pirate, squatting down to study it more closely. It wasn’t too dissimilar to the Shadows she had fought a few years ago…
Queen was snapped from her thoughts by a sudden motion. She looked up to see Tycho remove an object from one of the bodies. But something was off about him. She stood up and immediately noticed Tycho’s pained breathing, as well as the gore covered walls. Disgusting.
“Tycho, was it? Would you mind coming over here for a moment?” Queen asked, preparing her healing magic internally.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Jul 10, 2023 23:13:21 GMT
Tycho glanced over his shoulder at Makoto, a concerned look still on his face. With what he'd seen here so far, he was more comfortable with everything going on when they were all hearing things in their heads. It was easy enough to lock down when he thought it was just Lemon's crazy mind-powers, but now the mercenary didn't know what to think.
"What's up, you need something?" He asked, holstering the handcannon and taking a step or two closer to the Phantom Thief. He looked to the doorway ahead, specifically the reader, flipping the keycard in his clawed fingers with an anxious dexterity. "Just make it fast, I wanna get that door open..."
That was strange. If those two couldn’t hear the voices, it was probably because the lingering Chozo presence- for that is what it seemingly was- was reacting to him specifically; Lemon was able to “overhear” it thanks to her strange mental abilities.. or at least that was Eresh’s theory. Either way he would look amongst the other three as he stood near the door, waiting for Tycho to open it.
“I’m sure it goes without saying.. but if anyone is wanting to bow out and wait at the Landing Zone.. this is probably your last chance. I’d appreciate it if all of you stayed, but I won’t hold it against anyone if they feel that this mission is getting out of hand and would rather call it here.” He then glanced at the door, and back at the group.
“That said.. if you stay I will do my best to make sure that everyone can return to the surface alive. I can’t guarantee that we’ll all make it, but I give you my word that I’ll do everything in my power to at least maximize your chances of survival as much as I possibly can.”
As soon as the card was slid through the reader, a dull buzz could be heard. The sealed doors thumped, slowly sliding open to reveal a heavy lift platform inside that was large enough for not only groups of people, but any large cargo as well.
"Unscheduled activity detected in Tac Lachor research pod C-Thirteen. Security Unit Tau-Nine, please respond to incident."
More automated alerts continued to speak over the facility intercoms, but there was never an answer, only the voice of the VI speaking.
Should the lift be boarded and locked to go, it would descended then seconds after the heavy doors sealed again, moving into the depths toward what the VI referred to as "Tchornobog"
A name that seemed very familiar in its linguistics to the Mawkin.
Minutes stretched by as the lift continued to descend further in the complex, before coming to a halt and opening the very large containment doors that were covered in warning labels.
"Entering Tchornobog. Caution, unscheduled activity detected in research pod C-Thirteen. Security Unit Tau-Nine, please report to As'ram observation platform in Tac Lachor to secure subjects. Further containment breach detected in Andavald, mobile security units report to Andavald and Alkhys stations."
Yet it was clear that these automated orders would never be fulfilled. A wet and heavy smell entered the lift as the doors finished their opening cycle, revealing a cavern corridor that reached for hundred of meters and was lit by a combination of artificially installed lighting fixtures and bioluminesce plants. Root systems could be seen weaving in and out of the walls, indicating a massive plant form that would lay ahead.