[center][color=tan][h3]Courier 6[/h3][/color]
[b]Level 2[/b] - (19/20) EXP
[b]Location:[/b] Scrapyard - Right
[b]Word Count:[/b] 845[/center]



The Courier kept his guard up now that the formerly friendly rabbids had gone, well, rabid. Thankfully none of them seemed to have directed their attention toward him, and all the robots in the immediate vicinity had been taken out through a combination of the rabbid’s unique status weapons and the bomb thrower the Courier had given to Ratchet. Everything seemed to be coming up great, as even the hulking smasher rabbid was taken out safely through a complex series of actions carried out by Zer0, King Bowser, the big chain guy, and the sniper perched up atop the hill. Kirby had been removed from the equation, but he, as well as the hat he resided within, still remained behind enemy lines. That is, if they remained enemies. After the second shot taken by the sniper, the rabbids seemed to recognize where it came from, that it was from a single specific person and not the group as a whole turning on them. Coupled with Bowser’s declaration, they just might wind up singing a new tune.

Speaking of new tunes, the song that had been playing on his Pip-Boy, Johnny Guitar, suddenly spiked in volume. That’s how the Courier recognized that his plan was working. All across the battlefield the Omnics seized up, ceasing all movement as his shutdown signal invaded their processors. It hadn’t been as effective as he would’ve liked as none of the robots actually shut down, but they all gave pause. They all were working together in a linked effort to combat the invading signal. That gave the group the biggest opening they had had since laying eyes on the Scrapyard, as approximately half the robots just completely stalled out. Giggling a bit, the Courier cranked up the volume on his radio. The song that played not just through his own arm-mounted computer, but now also through the speakers of every single Omnic robot in the area, went up. If that wasn’t a clear enough indicator to his allies, he didn’t know what else would be. Still, best to let them all know himself, just in case any of them were particularly slow.

[color=tan]”My shutdown signal got through!”[/color] he cried out loud as he could for everyone to hear. [color=tan]”All the robots of the make designation Omnic are in standby mode while they try to fight off my signal! Blast’em, shoot’em, tear’em up, I don’t give a fuck just do what you do best everyone!”[/color] A few of his companions acted quickly. Ratchet used his natural agility to bound deeper into enemy ground and snag the white hat up with his wrench, which the Courier just noticed now had a fully conscious Kirby peeking out of it. Meanwhile, the Koopa King was busy tearing through the Omnics that had been set up to defend the turrets being built by those engineer robots, as well as the engineer bots themselves. Really, he was just causing indiscriminate carnage to everything getting setup on that hill, which the Courier could respect. The king could no doubt best a deathclaw in claw to claw combat, which was certainly saying something. Unfortunately even the large turtle-dragon monarch could be overwhelmed by sheer firepower, causing him to turn tail and run. The Courier felt a bit disappointed. Thankfully Bowser’s slack was taken up by the large man with the chain, who destroyed some of the Omnics in standby, before unleashing that giant chain.

The Courier didn’t like being left behind. Dammit, he was the one who liked to charge in head first, giving no shits about the danger! Ah well, at least his tactic provided a critical opportunity for his allies. He checked the status on his Pip-Boy and saw that the Omnics were about fifty percent through patching out his signal. Right then, best to keep it going as long as possible, but that mean he had to be completely useless in all this mess!  6 began taking a few potshots at the turrets and engineers up top with his magnum revolver. At this distance, firing uphill, most wouldn’t be capable of making the shots. Courier 6 was not most people. Courier 6 was the badass that always ensured he delivered the message. Right now that message was a .44 caliber round of hot lead. 

[b]Bang! Bang! Bang![/b] The powerful handgun shots peppered the turrets and engineers from afar, but as far as he could tell they didn’t leave much of a mark. Damn, accuracy wasn’t the only thing to suffer from this distance. Power also went down, which normally wouldn’t have been a problem but when the target is naturally made up of thick metal armor as the entirety of their body, well, that posed a problem. The Courier grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes. Damn, looked like he was just gonna have to sit here being useless after all… At least until the signal was patched out. Until then everyone could enjoy the sweet, soothing sounds of Johnny Guitar blasting through all the Omnics’ speakers.