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Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Oct 12, 2023 5:12:14 GMT
Tycho kept a rapid cadence to the trigger until his third-to-last magazine went dry, letting out a harried huff of satisfaction as he watched the elite rifleman crumble to the floor. He looked up from his weapon to watch Eresh cleanly decapitate the elite he had been in melee with, somewhere between impressed and amazed at how easily the Mawkin was able to slice through all that muscle seemingly so effortlessly. All it took was the right opening, it seemed, even up close... but nevertheless, Eresh was one hell of a warrior.
The sudden echoing screech pulled the Vlaka's attention away, his head and ears whipping back forward, turning back down the corridor to the elevator where one of the elites was retreating. It sent a chill down his spine, the way the screech hung in the air, resonating in his ears in ways that sounded far too emotional for a feral creature... and yet...
It became immediately clear to Tycho that they would soon have bigger problems, and that their current ones needed to be solved quickly. He eyed the still-advancing brute for a moment before getting to his feet, breaking cover, leaving the rifle and gunshield where they were on the ground. Reaching to his lower back and brandishing the RT-47, side-stepping Eresh as to not hit him, eyeing the advancing brute with a sharpened gaze. Nesting one hand to the other, raising the handcannon, and taking a deep breath... as he slowly pulled the trigger and held it.
That one and a half second overcharge felt like an eternity. Sighting the weapon's irons over where he assumed the Brute's head to be, through the corpse it held up. Hearing the dense electronic brick of a weapon whine up into a roar, that comforting idle buzz escalating into a cascade of energy in his hands. He braced against the inevitable pain of finally releasing that trigger, hearing only his breath and heartbeat in that final split-second, before finally letting go.
URA MAR ILI AS'RÁM. URA'MAHÀR TANÚMAR HABÁR BÓK URA OM.
The elite let out a brief screech before its head was separated from its body. The energy scythe continued to hum angrily even as the Kromus' body collapsed to the ground, crackling as it touched the stone floor before finally sputtering out.
The remaining brute, however, managed to get the idea as it noticed that its superior had withdrawn, throwing its cover at the group before retreating as well. As it attempted to flee, however, the magnetically charged shot from Tycho's firearm split the air and slammed right into the brute's chest. It stumbled back,, fluids dripping down its chest as it hurried away and vanished into the darkened parts of the hallway. Moments later, however, there was a screech, a high pitched hiss, and then a crunch. Silence, before a heavy footstep could be heard approaching. There was a hissing, like breathing, coming toward the cell area, toward the hunters and the chozo captives. A sound like claws tapping on stone followed every footstep, and then that hiss.
And then the low growl as something could be seen approaching from the same end of the hallway as the lift. It was massive, standing over four meters as it entered the light. Massive tridactyl feet pressed against the stone, followed by the digitigrade legs that were as thick around as an average human torso. Another low guttural growl, from deep in its chest as the light further revealed it. Razor quills marked its thick arms, claw tipped three digit hands gripped tightly. Its head was scarred and deformed, looking almost like some twisted form of a chozo with chitin quills growing from the back its head, while two sets of glowing red eyes glared at the hunters, and a mouth that had a hardened beak opened and hissed, its lower jaw splitting in two like those of the Urtrahgans with razor teeth lining its inner jaw.
One last stomp, cracks forming in the stone floor as it raised itself to its full height, stared down at the four mercenaries, and let out a horrifying screech.
The very moment the beast stepped forward after dispatching the Kromun, Eresh was already firing, even he was surprised how quickly his hands moved to replace his blade for a rifle. There were no words of rage and vengeance, no oath of Justice for what had been wrought by the pirates. The only thing that came from Eresh was tense, cold tactical advice.
“Tycho, help me keep its attention a way from Queen and Jankins.. this abomination doesn’t feel right,” he said as he then addressed the other two. “Jankins, as soon as you’ve recuperated I want you to see if the beast is as mentally vulnerable as the other pirates- hopefully we can turn this death trap around on it like with the others. Queen, no matter what I want you to keep as far from the creature as possible and keep us supported. The only time I want you close to it is if myself or Tycho can’t keep it suppressed.”
In his mind he repeated the same thing to himself: It was only a pirate. It was a mantra that was strained.. but he would not admit to himself that it was anything more.. lest his resolve break and he let the predator fury of his tribe overtake him and possibly spell doom- for all involved.
Post by Makoto Nijima on Oct 15, 2023 19:11:49 GMT
Makoto's eyes widened as the colossal beast entered the hallway. On the one hand, this monster was not unlike the Shadows she had fought inside the Metaverse. But on the other, she knew to underestimate a dangerous opponent would be the last mistake she would ever make, and she had to coordinate with her teammates to put this thing down for good. Too bad Oracle wasn't here to navigate.
Luckily for Eresh and the others, Queen was a viable navigator herself. The fledgling mercenary could feel her Persona fill her with determination as she stared down this twisted nightmare. Eresh seemed to be giving orders, a small comfort compared to what the alternative would be. Makoto moved from the burnt crate she had used to narrowly avoid getting burned from and edged backwards, summoning her revolver to her side and reloading with fresh bullets.
"Marakukaja!" Queen yelled as she ripped forth some of the magic latent inside of her rebellious spirit, outstretching her hand and directing it to her three teammates who themselves were alongside her in facing this beast. Eresh, Tycho and Lemon would each feel their muscles, joints and bones strengthen in less then a second; the magic coursing through their veins and applying an increased defense buff to the entire team including Makoto herself. It wasn't going to stop damage completely, but it would hopefully half whatever the hell this creature could dish out for a while.
"This spell should boost our defense for a while. I'll stay back and try to find us a weakness but don't get careless!" she called out to the team as she remained in the backline.
Post by Lemon Jankins on Oct 16, 2023 21:25:49 GMT
Glancing at the whatever-it-was, Lemon dropped the now empty kinetic sidearm she'd picked up earlier and grabbed at her M6S, Firing off several shots from her plasma pistol. She was not about to try touching that thing's brain, especially not after the splitting headache her earlier exertions caused, but she had an idea for how to get a similar effect. A message was sent to the other members of the party.
[The Flashbangs, throw them, Ahm not touchin that thing's brain]
She prepared to close her eyes and maximize her helmet's sound dampening when the others tossed the bangs she loaned them, there wasn't much more she could do other than step back to get a bit more distance.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Oct 17, 2023 1:16:28 GMT
Tycho watched the monster approach with a strained expression, breath made heavy by the immediate shock of pain. The force of the charged shot instantly sprained his left wrist and sent a debilitating shock of force through the right arm. He was lucky the force of the recoil didn't slam the weapon up into his muzzle, or doubly so for dropping the weapon outright. The Vlaka's pained grunts escalated into a growl when the approaching beast came into focus, his usual composure dulled a bit by pain he was unable to ignore.
He barely felt the strengthening of his muscles thanks to Makoto's spell, but he was grateful for it. The extra strength in his upper body might help compensate for his aim, which was now surely compromised thanks to the sprain.
Eresh wasn't even finished speaking before he unloaded the remaining three charges of the Burya into the abomination, one-handing the weapon with his right hand, baring grit fangs through the pain. Just as hastily the weapon was re-holstered, the Vlaka diving back to where his rifle and gunshield lay propped up on the ground, scooping them both up and stuffing his left arm into the shield's brace. Counterintuitive as all hell to use a shield's brace as a haphazard brace for the wrist, but it was a quick temporary solution.
The second to last magazine was seated into his rifle. From the beast ahead, Tycho's eyes drifted to the pile of eviscerated meat and carapace where the Kromus elite rifleman used to be, between him and this approaching thing. The flashbangs might be a good way to get to it...
URA MAR ILI AS'RÁM. URA'MAHÀR TANÚMAR HABÁR BÓK URA OM.
Even as a volley was unleashed by the mawkin mercenary, the creature moved with a speed that was entirely unnatural for something its size, taking only glancing hits as it wove around the shots. The shimmer that was visible for a split second around the four hunters didn't seem to deter the kromus abomination, instead only serving to make it hiss in a fashion that resembled…laughter?
And even then, as three rounds tore through the space between them and the abomination, even as it stumbled from the impacts that cracked skin and tore muscle…it still gave that hideous laughter. Its tri-fingered hand opened to reveal something dripping from a sore or opening in the palm, a pale green fluid that splashed onto the ground and began to sizzle. Within moments, smoke rose up from the spot, and the stone could be seen to be sinking in as it was corroded by the liquid.
"Warning. Warning. All facility staff, please evacuate to the nearest landing zone or to Elsék shelter. Stellar collapse of system stars is imminent. Aurigae Alpha and Beta have collided. Collapse and supernova imminent. Four hours until collapse and gamma radiation burst reach planet surface."
And the monstrosity only laughed further as it stood in the way of the four mercenaries from the exit lift. It understood what the computer voice had said. It understood all too well.
Queen watched as the beast let acid drip from its palm onto the floor, melting it and making the sole Phantom Thief even more anxious than she already was. The four hour time limit did the team no favors either. This was Okumura's Palace all over again, except this time there was only one enemy and she had more time. That being said, it would be unwise for everyone to take this threat lightly, but Makoto would not be intimidated by the beast's laughter nor empty threats. Once again, Makoto could feel Johanna calling out to her from within; but now was not yet the time.
"Everyone keep your distance! That beast has acid-like abilities, so let's use ranged attacks to hold it off!" Queen called out, reloading her laser pistol and unloading the full clip.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Oct 26, 2023 2:49:27 GMT
Tycho's eyes had followed the acid all the way down to where it sputtered on the floor, while the PA blared in his ears. The Vlaka felt frozen all of a sudden, watching this hulking beast slowly approach, his mind processing the VI's announcement. The clock was ticking now, counting down the hours before this planet would be swept away by a tide of fire..
- - -
His father's stories came to mind, of all things. Lajok sharing this fate. He couldn't imagine that kind of terror, watching the very skies above come down around you, turning all that you had built and loved for your people into lifeless, radioactive ash. Nothing to be done about it but watch, and yet so many would rather believe a lie to shy away from a terrible truth.
Most of the Vlaka chose to stay, in the end. Trusting those around them more than the warnings of strange beings descending from the sky.
He couldn't imagine the despair they would feel, the day the sun would finally die. To know they were the ones that were lied to, now helpless to armageddon. Even with the maw of a mutant beast staring him down, it was those thought of that inevitability made him feel cold, afraid, and small. So very, very small.
- - -
"Cover me."
The Vlaka immediately dropped the Kromus gunshield to the floor, throwing the slung rifle over his back and pulling the flashbang he was given from his belt. He ripped the pin free and threw it directly at the beast, eyes still on that heavy-looking rifle the pirate had elite had dropped when it died. He crouched, bracing, shielding his eyes from the imminent blast, ready to break into a dash as soon as it would go off. Whatever that weapon was, it would do what his rifle no longer could.
Post by Lemon Jankins on Oct 27, 2023 17:07:58 GMT
"OH YAH'VE GOT TA BE FUCKIN KIDDING ME!!"
Lemon cursed herself for mentioning being vaporized today when talking to the one prisoner, this was the worst possible time to develop the gift of prophecy, and racked her brain for possible solutions. The thing was obviously intelligent, uncaring about it's own continued existence, and reveled in the suffering of others; It's mind likely just as twisted as it's physical form. She was sticking with her initial decision to not try any mentalist bullshit on it.
She brought her plasma pistol up to face the thing, cranking her helmet's sound dampening with her other hand. She managed to squeeze a few rounds off before Tycho tossed his flashbang and dove across to fallen rifle of one of the enemies, Squeezing her eyes shut, she held her arm steady and shot off a few more shots just to deter the thing a little and distract from the small canister that'd soon be bursting into a tiny star.
Even with her hearing protection, that flashbang would hurt, this was a pretty tight space. Good thing she didn't have heart problems.
URA MAR ILI AS'RÁM. URA'MAHÀR TANÚMAR HABÁR BÓK URA OM.
The abomination gave its hissing laugh again as it piled through the particle beams bursts fired by the human woman, caring not for the now bleeding wounds left by the accelerated particles and continuing to approach the four hunters. Another snarl as its lower jaws rattled, and then it screeched as the flashbang went off, blinding it for a moment before it could make its move on the vlaka mercenary. Just as it was beginning to get its bearings again, it heard a high frequency buzz.
"Let the ancestors see justice upon you."
The horrific sound that split the air as the vibrating catalyst blade made contact with the abomination's arm was enough to make even the As'rám chozo cry in pain from behind their plexisteel cell doors. It wasn't so much the pained screech from the creature, but the sound of the blade trying to cut through its hardened skin, as if the two were actively trying to cancel each other out like some kind of collision of matter and antimatter. Any being with the ability to hear at all would be struck by the pain of the sound, disoriented and senses thrown into vertigo, including the kromus spliced monstrosity itself.
Makoto yelled in pain as her ears were suddenly assaulted by an unholy screech that brought the thief to her knees.
Her weapon clattered to the floor during the outburst of sound that sent every living soul in the vicinity reeling. "Damn it!" Queen cursed through clenched teeth, still hurting from the noise and very much open for any counterattacks the beast might attempt. Through her pain she tried to rack her mind and find the right spell to use. IF she could stop the beast from pulling that stunt again, this fight would be a whole lot easier. "Give me something, Johanna..." the Shujin alumni muttered softly to herself.
Post by Lemon Jankins on Nov 10, 2023 22:33:20 GMT
Opening her eyes after feeling the pressure wave and dull thud of the flashbang going off through her helmet's dampening, Lemon grimaced and brought her pistol back up to bear only to curse and re-evaluate when Eresh leapt forward to engage in melee with the thing.
Her irritation turned into shock and discomfort when the catalyst blade met the thing's carapace and she felt her bones buzz from the ungodly screech that was again felt more than heard through her helmet.
"WHAT THA FUCK IS THIS THANG MADE OF?!"
Unfortunately, there wasn't much she could do, engaging in melee was not an option for her, and the giant birdman was in the way. She skittered over to the incapacitated makoto to take advantage of their cover.
Even with noise dampening equipment Eresh could feel his feathers try to stand on end from the sheer unpleasantness the scream of his Catalyst Blade was producing as it ground against the unbelievably resilient carapace that protected the abomination’s arm. Letting out a positively feral shriek of hatred of his own, one hand would quickly pull the Fox Trot from its holster and bring it up- only to fire it once, then twice at the monsters head.
He had to kill the beast, his honor as a Mawkin Warrior demanded this affront to his species be brought low no matter the cost. The Ancestors would be furiously howling in the higher world at this profane.. thing. He was sure of it.
Kill it.
Tear it apart.
Eradicate the unclean mockery.
This mantra and many more like it were a flurry in Eresh’s mind. So consumed in righteous fury was the bounty hunter.
URA MAR ILI AS'RÁM. URA'MAHÀR TANÚMAR HABÁR BÓK URA OM.
The Kromus abomination reeled back, first from the ear splitting reaction to its arm meeting the Mawkin's blade, and then from the rounds that were fired point blank into its head. One cracked the hardened carapace that acted as exoskeletal protection for its head, the second smashing the shell and exposing tissue under the shattered shell. Yet it still stood, bracing itself even as it stumbled back a number of meters before regaining its senses. Ichor dripped down between its eyes, arcing down both sides of its warped beak, and yet it still hissed a laugh before rattling its lower jaws. It was amused by all this, a nihilistic joke that only it found humorous.
Its jaws snapped, a slow but perceptible shift of matter under its shattered and exposed head as it steadied itself to continue and hunched over to come to eye level with the Mawkin. A snarl escaped its rattling jaws, before it charged again at the armored avian, green liquid dripping from the sores in its palms. For being over four meters tall, the genetic horror was incredibly fast, on Eresh in a matter of a second.
“Kill them!”
“Rip! Tear! Everything must be punished!”
The voice echoed in the Mawkin's head. It was raspy, edged with pain and anger. Yet it pushed in his mind.
“Punish them all! All of them!”
And even then, the kromus monstrosity was upon him.
