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Post by Eresh Tarren on Sept 29, 2023 18:42:40 GMT
Eresh felt a familiar sense of satisfaction as their first salvo seemed to be so successful. But before he could shout out words of encouragement, he squawked in outrage as the Kromun’s shot hit one of the doors.. that was unacceptable. Taking aim at that pirate.. he would attempt to take a page from Tycho’s book. Those claw weapons seemed to be a volatile target.. so he would bark out a few curses in Chozia as he sighted the claw.. and pulled the trigger.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Oct 1, 2023 23:01:33 GMT
Tycho's breathing picked up immediately, taking extra effort to keep under control. The satisfaction of making a one-in-a-thousand shot didn't last long, as the sudden rush of adrenaline immediately kept his mind off anything inward. He fell still, pupils dilating, his adrenaline sharpening his focus down to a point.
Another single shot was taken into the crowd at an area of exposed musculature that he could see, but it was mostly just an afterthought to even out the magazine. With the big ones to be left to his companions, Tycho would focus on surgically removing the smaller threats. Shifting his attention to the smaller pirates towards the front, he opted for quick double-taps, firing off quick two-round bursts to at least try and stay precise while kicking up his volume of fire.
He aimed mostly for what he guessed to be fleshy bits-- joints, and the like. Armor seams. Eyes. These smaller ones would be too close to try that same kind of trickshot again, and whatever detonation they would make wouldn't be worth the added focus.
Lemon wasn't paying much attention to how many enemies fell or if her shots were hitting, She was busy dredging up imagery from old dreams, and the bad old days, all the while continuing the near-blind suppressive fire from her carbine. No Finesse, let the others handle that.
[Tides of red eyed rodents eating you alive, being tied up in a colossal arachnid's web, getting hit by a fuel-explosion, choking on blood as dubstep roars and the bar tender recorks an unlabeled bottle]
If she survived this job, she'd need to work on proper weaponization, her current hamfisted approach was quite straining, she could feel a headache coming on.
Queen unloaded her full chamber into the smaller enemies. All throughout this mission it was growing increasingly apparent that her current gear and weapons were lacking against their current group of opponents. She had assumed the real world and the Metaverse were connected, but as current events detailed, this was not always the case. Could it be that Yaldabaoth only had influence over Earth and not an entire galaxy?
Nevertheless she continued to provide supporting fire, aiming for the heads of one of the smaller enemies. If nothing else, at least she could distract it long enough for another teammate to get a kill shot.
"I really need to go shopping after this..." she muttered bitterly to herself.
URA MAR ILI AS'RÁM. URA'MAHÀR TANÚMAR HABÁR BÓK URA OM.
As the other as yet uninjured kromun brute gave gestures with its left hand, a crack and a sharp pain shot through its claw moments before the biolaser lense inside ruptured and exploded, causing its forearm to burst apart into broken shell and meat. It bellowed in agony even as a round tore through its "twin's" leg, forcing the four meter brute to drop onto its good leg. The four lesser pirates screeched as they found themselves disoriented, a noise in their heads that they could not block out.
The two larger remaining uninjured Pirates turned their weapons toward where the group of bounty hunters was keeping cover, firing and only hitting portions of the walls and sending shattered flecks of stone and dust into the air. Even then, the heat discharge from the plasma bolts was palpable, despite being a missed volley. Rounds continued to fire from the pair, though none as yet managed to hit their intended targets, instead causing heat flash and sprays of debris with the occasional impact on the three centimeter thick cell doors that began melting the plexisteel at each impact.
With the four lesser pirates taken by their broken mental defenses, the vlaka's assault would impact on their chitin plating, though enough rounds were able to find their marks and tear into softer joint tissue to make two of the Kromus drop to the ground, still alive and in agony.
It was then that the apparent leader, the first brute whom had been shot in their claw, gave a crackled bellow and stepped forward to grab one of the downed pirates, grab them by the head, then fling the crippled fro'my'xin down the hallway at the quartet of hunters. Namely aiming for the large chozo who it judged to be the one most in charge.
The firefight had been going overwhelmingly well in their favor so far, thanks in no small part to Jankins’ psychic bewitchery and the well placed shots from the others. The catharsis from seeing the space pirates fire at nothing and lose their composure was nothing short of euphoric; after what Dri-Maka had told them coupled with his preexisting animosity towards these pirates from Krom.. in his opinion this sort of humiliation was the absolute least of what they deserved. And they would suffer more than just a blow to their pride.. Eresh would make sure of it.
His attention then shifted to the large brute of a space pirate as it roared a challenge in their direction and would raise his rifle again to answer it with his own, deadlier refrain when it reached for one of its downed comrades— hurling it towards the group. Eresh didn’t have time to think: taking a step forward he would yell “Duck!” As he dropped to one knee suddenly. A moment later he would roll his shoulder as he stood slightly, letting the beast tumble over his back and pivoting with the motion, almost spinning in place as the Kromun crashed onto the floor behind him.
With a similarly fluid motion he would unload a round into the crippled pirates’ head before returning to his feat and facing the pirates once again to stare directly at the large alien who threw its compatriot, lenses of his helmet flicking and flashing balefully in the light of plasma fire.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Oct 5, 2023 21:03:18 GMT
Tycho dipped his head and lifted an arm to cover his eyes, protecting himself as best he could from both the showering of debris and heat. Having his pupils dilate to adjust for the low light wasn't helping his case with the bright flashing bursts of energy, making it difficult enough as it was to keep focus.
The Vlaka called a dry magazine and rolled to his side to exchange it for one of his last full ones, just as one of the bigger brutes would literally throw one of their own his way. Seeing as he was already prone and had rolled onto his right side, his sidearm was between him and the ground. With adrenaline on his side, Tycho drew the looted 10mm handgun from his burdened dump-pouch with his offhand as he watched Eresh roll the body over his shoulder, thumbing the safety on the thing just as the Mawkin put a round in its head. He breathed for a second and out a small snarl, setting the handgun down on the floor by his side, turning back to the Kromus ahead, and getting back to seating the next magazine in his rifle.
An idea occurred to him just then, feeling the cumbersome shift of the extra weight on his back. The shield.
It was a risk to take so much time to fiddle with his equipment, but he couldn't help but thing this would be worth it to try. The Vlaka reached for the Kromus gunshield and threw it "over" himself, laying it down at an incline in front of him, using his offhand to brace it against the rifle's bipod for the sake of stability. The slot was just perfect enough to fit the barrel and scope through without obscuring his vision too much, and would hopefully at least offer good cover while letting him stay prone. Precision was his specialty; it wasn't worth compromising a stable firing position, no matter what.
"THREE MAGS LEFT!" He called, before getting back to trying to putting fire down the hallway in the same manner as before.
The throbbing pain of a rapidly developing migraine did little to distract Lemon from the intoxicating confusion and fear coming from the lesser enemies. She could squeeze out a little more, just needed to stop before she burst blood vessels. That immediate feedback from her efforts was very nice.
The scuffle of the thrown kromus tumbling over her cover and getting shot mostly went over her head, both figuratively and literally, what with said cover being around 9 feet of armour-clad avian, nearly twice her own height. Her fire paused for a moment as she got back into position, vented the heat sink, and focused on her more cerebral efforts. She did her best Cheshire impression as she laughed into the minds of the enemy, sending more impressions now tinged with her malicious pleasure and pain.
[A dark forest echoing with howls and laughter, trees reaching out with gnarled hands and gaping jaws, flashes of white teeth closing around the neck]
Hopefully, the others would be able to dispatch the enemies soon, at the current rate, her head would split open on it's own, no need for bioplasma. She'd definitely need some time to rest before they tried engaging more hostiles, and maybe some painkillers.
URA MAR ILI AS'RÁM. URA'MAHÀR TANÚMAR HABÁR BÓK URA OM.
Two more of the lesser pirates would go down from enemy fire as the lead kromun brute clicked its mandibles and growled. Its right limb was all but useless as ichor and strands of tendons dripped and hung from the blasted out stump left. A bark to one of the elites, followed by another to the second brute, who snarled back, but got back to its feet before it grabbed one of the crippled fro'my'xin and used it as a shield against the oncoming fire as the brute began making its way down the hallway.
Another of the lesser pirates suddenly dropped as its head exploded into pulp and fractured chitin. That had been the shot from the vlaka, while further gunshots from the smaller cat-spliced woman kept the remaining pirates occupied well enough, but the larger four were still very much undeterred. The elites would charge, bullets impacting against their armored bodies while one of them drew a very large and vicious rifle weapon, and the other extended a three foot long blade from a gauntlet mounted unit on its left forearm. The one with the rifle fired, aiming to, at the least, disrupt the smallest of the hunters from her cover fire, but with any fortune, it would also disrupt whatever the mental pressure that had disabled their lesser fellow pirates was. This was all while the other elite was charging toward the hunters, and in particular, the nearly three meter tall avian that it perceived as clearly some kind of Chozo.
Even if the bird was much taller than any Chozo they knew of.
Queen had less then a second to avoid the rifle shots fired by one of the larger enemies, throwing herself to the right after pulling the laser pistol Eresh had given her from her hip and sending three shots back. She landed on her shoulder and rolled behind a nearby stack of supply crates. The sole Phantom Thief used the crates as cover and unloaded her full clip into the charging mass of flesh and steel.
“Damn it… things don’t look good right now…” Makoto muttered to herself after her last shot.
The sudden charge by the larger aliens wasn’t an entire surprise, Eresh expected it to happen sooner or later. What did surprise him was the speed in which the Kromus crossed the distance- one was on top of him with a matter of moments, a wrist mounted energy scythe snapping into position as the beast swung at the Mawkin. Rather than cutting into the Avian it instead was met by another blade- Eresh able to draw his sword just in time to intercept the attack at the last possible second.. a testament to the Chozo’s reflexes as much as the Kromun’s own.
What happened next few second was a flurry of frenetic blows being traded between both opponents, neither able to break past thr guerd of the other.. but that also meant neither were able to gain ground over his enemy. Deflecting a swipe at his neck the Chozo warrior attempted a riposte aimed for the beasts abdomen.. only for his own attack to be parried in return. He was dimly aware that Jankins was getting shot at, but engaged as he was he could do nothing but shout to the others in between blows.
“Cover each other, don’t let them focus on a single target!”
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Oct 11, 2023 5:26:57 GMT
Tycho let out a deep breath as he watched the Kromus shift their tactics, bracing for things inevitably getting uglier. At this point the smaller ones seemed mostly either subdued or eliminated, letting the Vlaka sniper focus his attention on the incoming brutes alongside his fellow hunters. His attention fell rather swiftly on the elite holding what he assumed to be a long gun, moments before a shot from the weapon swept overhead.
He took Lemon and Makoto's repositioning as a twofold opportunity. The big ones didn't look like precise fire would be as effective, given there was only so much a single round could do to a "fleshy-bit" if even those were all muscle and carapace... so instead, the Vlaka opted towards absolutely ripping the trigger on his rifle, sending what was left in this magazine downrange as suddenly fast as he could fire at the elite holding the rifle. An overwhelming volume of fire would do what a single shot could not, and hopefully draw some attention away from his smaller more mobile allies in the process.
URA MAR ILI AS'RÁM. URA'MAHÀR TANÚMAR HABÁR BÓK URA OM.
The elite that held its rifle snarled as the particle beams laced by it, barely missing a vital hit while making contact with the outer layers of its armor plating. The small feline human was hiding behind the Chozo hunter, leaving the pirate elite to hiss and take aim at the human who was firing at it with an energy beam pistol. It readied the shot and pulled the trigger, a crack echoing as the energy bolt erupted from the barrel emitter of the beam rifle. The bolt impacted the edge of her cover, splashing heat and flecks of molten metal against her, but the shot itself and the worst of its damage potential had been narrowly avoided.
And then the barrage from the vlaka's rifle tore through the elite, causing it to stumble back and drop. Despite this, the other elite still remained, now engaged in the furious melee combat with the Mawkin mercenary as it would push him away from his fellows. The brute that held on to a now dead lesser pirate as a shield closed in, preparing to throw its cover aside and dive into the fight with both meaty clawed hand and the bleeding stump of its right arm, while the other brute that was barking commands slowly backed toward the lift, as if preparing to withdraw.
And then the screech was heard again, the same from earlier, echoing down the lift shaft and through the corridor. Angry. In pain.
Bloodthirsty.
Even the kromun brutes gave pause as that sound could be heard. The elite engaged with Eresh hesitated, turning its head but for a vital split second.
That hesitation was all Eresh needed. While the creature was distracted Eresh quickly knocked his opponents scythe hand away with his gauntlet, and once its guard was broken he immediately swung for its neck with an decapitating stroke- the powered weapon’s edge singing with a vibrato buzzing as it made impact. Most materials couldn’t withstand more than a few seconds of contact with the super heated Catalyst blade, and what little armor the majority of Kromus did have was no exception.
That shriek may be enough to break the attention of an undisciplined Kromun, but Eresh was no such rabble; he would worry about the implications after these barbaric animals were dealt with.
Lemon had spent the last several seconds Several steps behind the towering birdman taking deep breaths as her head pounded, mercifully, the pain rapidly reduced on cessation of her mental projections. The screech of the incoming whatever-it-was managed to snap full her attention back to the firefight, she slung her carbine back in it's place and pulled her Plasma pistol and the looted firearm she'd gotten from the surface.
Bringing the ballistic to point down the hallway, she began firing indiscriminately, more of the same suppression she'd dealt with her carbine; but with her other hand she began focusing on the approaching brute carrying one of it's dead brethren, the HUD indicator from it's smartlink dancing over the target searching for an opening, particularly anything on the legs. Let whatever was coming deal with the retreating elite, hopefully they'd distract each other for a few crucial seconds.
