@Athol I am open to ideas as long as it does not conflict with any established factors. You may PM us about it if you would rather not discuss it hear and we can figure something out.
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New post is up for you guys. Given the type of engagement in-progress, I'll leave you the honor of illustrating the number of opponents your OC engages and dispatches to your liking. There should be enough unlucky fellows to go around. Please let me know if you'd rather have an assigned group to take if you're stuck.
The Brute eventually managed to, angrily, bring itself into an intimidating and looming stand. However as before, it was again met with Cyne's rifle discharge and soon followed up by fire from Gerad and simultaneously riddled by Gaz's dakka gun. The large creature roared in defiance and willed itself forwards despite the sustaining fire brought against it. Unfortunately, its mighty efforts became in vane as mortality finally set upon it. Fear educing howls subsided to agonizing moans and the Brute fell forward, collapsing into a heap of meat, its last breath an escaping gurgle from its loose and crossed maw.
Cyne lowered his rifle, finally gifted the chance to breath normally now that the danger had passed. Surveying his new grotesque surroundings, it was hard to believe that where they stood was the bridge. Beneath them was a lake of wretched green and ichor and the husks of the fallen Hive abominations seemingly making up the new terrain. The remaining acid violently secreted by the torn Sploders reshaped the artificial walls and other sapient-made surfaces into toxic, rounded, and organic scenery. What was originally a commander center that governed the entire ship had quickly become a twisted and unnatural set of carnage.
He turned to Pathfinder and found the drone still connected to the Captain's personal terminal, likely harvesting any data it could capture at the Captain's authority level, the highest level of secure data that could be breached. Given the situation they stumbled in, the actual highest level of information was trapped in the depths of the R&D deck and that place was no longer their problem. With seemingly everything they came for claimed, Cyne glanced at Pathfinder and then to Gerad whom he had spied accessed one of the other consoles.
"If everyone is not dead and doesn't need carrying, I suggest we prepare to depart and ensure the house doesn't go down until after we close the front door," Cyne announced but didn't specifically address anyone in particular, "since the good Captain isn't here to make things easy for us, we'll have to improvise a proper scuttling."
Typically, setting the Balrog to self-destruct would've been far more promising and far less of a hassle than rigging the munitions to go off. But due to intelligent ship design and systematic security procedures, simply programming the ship to explode was an option that was not on the table, not without the Captain's authentication card and approval code. Such measures were established to ensure that no one other than a captain could make the fateful decision to destroy such a vital and mobile asset.
Cyne soon continued but not before eying Gerad and Pathfinder once more, "Munitions will likely have built-in safeguards surrounding the deck to prevent internal detonations from crippling the Balrog outright. We'll first need those suppression systems and structural bulkheads disengaged. For maximum effect, any maintenance shafts and ventilation routes should be exposed to our fireworks show; we need to make sure any explosive cascades that occur can reach the ship's sub-stations, so it can domino' everywhere else. We have master-control over the ship from here so let’s get this heap rigged and move out."
For awhile, he figured that while they were here, they could also manipulate the bulkheads that had auto-engaged to vent any unwelcomed obstacles out into space and perhaps even deploy more blast shields to change the available and traversable layout of the ship. The advantage could work well against the Hive but not for long against the invading mercenaries and scavengers. Once their opposition found that the Balrog's systems were being used against them, and if they were thinking on the same tactical sense that Cyne was meditating on, one of the cruisers could conduct a strike against the bridge. This not only would put them in jeopardy, but this also risked having more bulkheads engage in their path if the Balrog sustained further external damage; it was a miracle the entire vessel was still marginally intact. With the situation as it was, it was better to keep the mercs' attention glued to the Hive rather than the intruders that came before them.
Once they were done, they promptly left the bridge and made their way to the lower deck. With the isolated war between the Hive and the still-arriving mercs, many of the surrounding corridors were essentially left untouched. Every few minutes, they would run into several small and isolated packs of Swarmers scouting the untouched sections of the ship. These groups quickly dispatched, due in part to the narrow hallways that bottlenecked their attempted charges, only to be ripped to bloody shreds by concentrated fire. their quick journey eventually brought them to one of the Balrog's three cafeterias that were conveniently adjacent to one another.
As with the rooms they've seen previously before restoring power, the dining facility they arrived to was in equally bad shape. Many of the tables and seats, broken or untouched, lay overturned and scattered everywhere. Trays, utensils, and a variety of other tools and debris littered the place, nearly burying the evidence of structural battle damage and smears of red that imprinted into the floor. Many of the fabrication counters and vending machines were surprisingly in good condition still and were probably able to vend edible meals and snacks if anyone were to query for them. Of course, with their run-ins still fresh in his mind, Cyne certainly didn't have the appetite. That however didn't stop him from presenting a mock offer to his comrades.
"Anyone else feelin' hungry?"
Whatever their responses where, they were soon interrupted as a large group of mercenaries, platoon sized, quickly stormed the cafeteria. Like Cyne's squad, they too surveyed the place but it didn't take long until both side found themselves staring awkwardly at one another, "Shit," Cyne moaned as he anticipated the next phrase that was about to blurt out of the platoon leader's mouth.
"There they are! Blast them!"
Called it. Almost immediately, solid projectiles and energy bolts flew into the air, Cyne dove for one of the tipped-over table and claimed it as makeshift cover. The table was probably not even sturdy enough to absorb the incoming fire, but it nevertheless provided an extra layer in front of his wellbeing. Now that they were under fire, Cyne didn't bother to order Gerad or Gaz, especially Gaz, to return fire. It was now fight or die time against twenty-seven angry mercs before them.
Cyne lowered his rifle, finally gifted the chance to breath normally now that the danger had passed. Surveying his new grotesque surroundings, it was hard to believe that where they stood was the bridge. Beneath them was a lake of wretched green and ichor and the husks of the fallen Hive abominations seemingly making up the new terrain. The remaining acid violently secreted by the torn Sploders reshaped the artificial walls and other sapient-made surfaces into toxic, rounded, and organic scenery. What was originally a commander center that governed the entire ship had quickly become a twisted and unnatural set of carnage.
He turned to Pathfinder and found the drone still connected to the Captain's personal terminal, likely harvesting any data it could capture at the Captain's authority level, the highest level of secure data that could be breached. Given the situation they stumbled in, the actual highest level of information was trapped in the depths of the R&D deck and that place was no longer their problem. With seemingly everything they came for claimed, Cyne glanced at Pathfinder and then to Gerad whom he had spied accessed one of the other consoles.
"If everyone is not dead and doesn't need carrying, I suggest we prepare to depart and ensure the house doesn't go down until after we close the front door," Cyne announced but didn't specifically address anyone in particular, "since the good Captain isn't here to make things easy for us, we'll have to improvise a proper scuttling."
Typically, setting the Balrog to self-destruct would've been far more promising and far less of a hassle than rigging the munitions to go off. But due to intelligent ship design and systematic security procedures, simply programming the ship to explode was an option that was not on the table, not without the Captain's authentication card and approval code. Such measures were established to ensure that no one other than a captain could make the fateful decision to destroy such a vital and mobile asset.
Cyne soon continued but not before eying Gerad and Pathfinder once more, "Munitions will likely have built-in safeguards surrounding the deck to prevent internal detonations from crippling the Balrog outright. We'll first need those suppression systems and structural bulkheads disengaged. For maximum effect, any maintenance shafts and ventilation routes should be exposed to our fireworks show; we need to make sure any explosive cascades that occur can reach the ship's sub-stations, so it can domino' everywhere else. We have master-control over the ship from here so let’s get this heap rigged and move out."
For awhile, he figured that while they were here, they could also manipulate the bulkheads that had auto-engaged to vent any unwelcomed obstacles out into space and perhaps even deploy more blast shields to change the available and traversable layout of the ship. The advantage could work well against the Hive but not for long against the invading mercenaries and scavengers. Once their opposition found that the Balrog's systems were being used against them, and if they were thinking on the same tactical sense that Cyne was meditating on, one of the cruisers could conduct a strike against the bridge. This not only would put them in jeopardy, but this also risked having more bulkheads engage in their path if the Balrog sustained further external damage; it was a miracle the entire vessel was still marginally intact. With the situation as it was, it was better to keep the mercs' attention glued to the Hive rather than the intruders that came before them.
Once they were done, they promptly left the bridge and made their way to the lower deck. With the isolated war between the Hive and the still-arriving mercs, many of the surrounding corridors were essentially left untouched. Every few minutes, they would run into several small and isolated packs of Swarmers scouting the untouched sections of the ship. These groups quickly dispatched, due in part to the narrow hallways that bottlenecked their attempted charges, only to be ripped to bloody shreds by concentrated fire. their quick journey eventually brought them to one of the Balrog's three cafeterias that were conveniently adjacent to one another.
As with the rooms they've seen previously before restoring power, the dining facility they arrived to was in equally bad shape. Many of the tables and seats, broken or untouched, lay overturned and scattered everywhere. Trays, utensils, and a variety of other tools and debris littered the place, nearly burying the evidence of structural battle damage and smears of red that imprinted into the floor. Many of the fabrication counters and vending machines were surprisingly in good condition still and were probably able to vend edible meals and snacks if anyone were to query for them. Of course, with their run-ins still fresh in his mind, Cyne certainly didn't have the appetite. That however didn't stop him from presenting a mock offer to his comrades.
"Anyone else feelin' hungry?"
Whatever their responses where, they were soon interrupted as a large group of mercenaries, platoon sized, quickly stormed the cafeteria. Like Cyne's squad, they too surveyed the place but it didn't take long until both side found themselves staring awkwardly at one another, "Shit," Cyne moaned as he anticipated the next phrase that was about to blurt out of the platoon leader's mouth.
"There they are! Blast them!"
Called it. Almost immediately, solid projectiles and energy bolts flew into the air, Cyne dove for one of the tipped-over table and claimed it as makeshift cover. The table was probably not even sturdy enough to absorb the incoming fire, but it nevertheless provided an extra layer in front of his wellbeing. Now that they were under fire, Cyne didn't bother to order Gerad or Gaz, especially Gaz, to return fire. It was now fight or die time against twenty-seven angry mercs before them.
@CaptainSully My apologies. I reread it and missed that single sentence. You're good.
@CaptainSully Nicely done! Gaz certainly doesn't fail to impress. Of course, looks like the other Hive creatures as stated before are missing from your post as well. Please let me know if your are able to edit them in or not.
@Athol Nice post! Love how Gerad dealt with his Slasher. I do what to point out that there were other critters coming his way as described in my post. I was curious if you indent to include that bit in too. Of course if the scene does appear too overwhelming, I can edit my post to compensate.
@Arthanus True
@Arthanus I honestly was thinking about having some sort of mention of Myra, assuming Silas is still broadcasting on the comms. But yeah the Hive assault is demanding more attention at the moment.
With that post finished, I claim and start page 2!
Now roll for initiative.
Now roll for initiative.
Cyne looked to his teammates and observed their behaviors and their replies.
As he spoke to Silas previously, it was hard not to notice Gaz's dismay of their current situation. However, it was for far different and insane reasons. While closing the blast doors bought them time to plan their next move, the decision was however evidently unpopular for the Fungai; having been not only denied but also delayed in participating in the eventual carnage that was about to ensue. Besides that, Gaz boasted his capabilities that Cyne couldn't deny and having their walking tank at the front would've certainly increased their chances with the Hive in a direct and aggressive manner.
Gerad on the other hand didn't think like Gaz and rightly pointed out that their job didn't include dealing with the Hive. They were already pushing their luck by cruising through a system in-conflict; dealing with Hive on top of that had made their odds unfavorable despite the advantages they held. Gerad ultimately vouched to destroy the vessel and destroy both the Hive and the invading mercenaries. In addition, the plan ensured that whatever secretive data that remained in the lab would not fall into the wrong hands.
In the end however, it was Silas' choice to make. And he chose to blow the vessel.
"Acknowledged," Cyne replied in agreement.
Their new plan now was to rendezvous with Silas and Macklyn at the ship's armory, located nearby the munitions deck where all ship-based ammunition was stored and delivered to many of the Balrog's main guns and secondary weaponry. Stealing the assets within the armor and rigging munitions would be a simple process. Getting there however meant having to force their way through a deck that was now swarming with Hive and mercs. The area would quite literally be a warzone but with both parties violently disputing territory, they could very well get by without drawing too much attention to themselves. Cyne could already imagine Gaz taking his moping and groaning even further with the prospect of avoiding a direct fight with the fight; hopefully the Fungai would find some appeasement with reading the armory.
After Silas gave his orders, Cyne complied, "We'll meet you there, boss," Suddenly, the last blast shield buckled with many hideous growls and screams resonating from the other side, "right after we deal these uninvited guests."
Cyne found some irony in the statement; technically, they and the invading mercenaries were the uninvited ones here. The Hive were simply running their twisted version of pest control, "you heard the boss; once we're through with this bunch, we're regrouping at the armory to light this place up. Get ready!"
As if on cue, the armor-plated surface of the blast door shifted in color and quality. From the center spreading out, the chromic finish contorted into a mushy green before the epicenter gave way, clearing a hole through the shield. From the other side, a glut of tendrils spewed out before congregating into a pair of massive limbs and forcing the weakened slab open. With a mighty roar, the creature on the other end peeled the door away and stumbled forwarding, revealing its immense and meaty form.
A Brute. It was the Hive’s very own siege engine and battering ram and one of its number had forced its way in with a horde of murderous creatures rushing behind it. Cyne reacted quickly and fired of a magnetically accelerated .50 caliber round. Brutes were notorious for leading assaults on fortified positions and if they got through, its brood would pour and quickly overwhelm any defenders the Brute effortlessly pushed past. With only three people out in the open, Cyne simply could not allow an advantage to over take them.
The round did its job and slammed into the Brute’s shoulder causing the beast to recoil and fall backwards, roaring in pain as it collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud. Cyne knew that one shot wasn’t going to be enough to stop it dead but at least it prevented the behemoth from joining the charge along with the enraged swarm. He pulled the trigger several more times, killing a leading Slasher with a shot that tore the creature’s upper skull off while three more rounds striking several Sploders.
The filthy Sloders the Hive used had to be mad creatures, even crazier than its other brethren. Even the typical Swarmer held some fathomable sense of self-preservation whereas these the tumor-covered psychos rushed into the fray on their stubby legs wanting nothing more than to erupt into a surge of acid, capable of melting nearly anything it was exposed to. It was likely that the same creatures were responsible in compromising the blast doors earlier on. Durable alloys and organic tissue alike were dissolvable to the substance residing within their bulbous sacs. Coincidentally however, the other Hive creatures were just as vulnerable as their prey.
The Spoders Cyne shot spasmed violently before, as their names suggested, exploded into a mass of acid catching several Swarmers that were too close. As one would expect, the Swarmers stumbled and squirmed all over the floor, crying out in horrid agony as the acidic substance ate them alive. But even as Cyne had eliminated a large part of the swarm attacking them, he couldn’t stop the rest from storming the bridge.
@CaptainSully
Two Slashers, big creatures known to devastate entire squads of well-equip infantry with their large razor-sharp scythe limbs and biologically-engineered acid shooters, came barreling through the bridge entrance and vectored in on Gaz. The large and armored monsters blazed away at the Fungai with splinters of acidic material while five Swarmers moved in with them. As it came into range, the lead Slasher raised its bladed claws in preparation to cleave Gaz’s face in two.
@Athol
Another Slasher charged forward with its focus gleaming towards Gerad. With a loud wail, an additional number of five Swarmers rushed past it and made a murderous dash in the Garundin's direction. Showcasing the Slasher's known tactical thinking, the creature brought it's shooting limb to bear and opened up with a volley of acid, intent of suppressing Gerad beneath it's hail.
As he spoke to Silas previously, it was hard not to notice Gaz's dismay of their current situation. However, it was for far different and insane reasons. While closing the blast doors bought them time to plan their next move, the decision was however evidently unpopular for the Fungai; having been not only denied but also delayed in participating in the eventual carnage that was about to ensue. Besides that, Gaz boasted his capabilities that Cyne couldn't deny and having their walking tank at the front would've certainly increased their chances with the Hive in a direct and aggressive manner.
Gerad on the other hand didn't think like Gaz and rightly pointed out that their job didn't include dealing with the Hive. They were already pushing their luck by cruising through a system in-conflict; dealing with Hive on top of that had made their odds unfavorable despite the advantages they held. Gerad ultimately vouched to destroy the vessel and destroy both the Hive and the invading mercenaries. In addition, the plan ensured that whatever secretive data that remained in the lab would not fall into the wrong hands.
In the end however, it was Silas' choice to make. And he chose to blow the vessel.
"Acknowledged," Cyne replied in agreement.
Their new plan now was to rendezvous with Silas and Macklyn at the ship's armory, located nearby the munitions deck where all ship-based ammunition was stored and delivered to many of the Balrog's main guns and secondary weaponry. Stealing the assets within the armor and rigging munitions would be a simple process. Getting there however meant having to force their way through a deck that was now swarming with Hive and mercs. The area would quite literally be a warzone but with both parties violently disputing territory, they could very well get by without drawing too much attention to themselves. Cyne could already imagine Gaz taking his moping and groaning even further with the prospect of avoiding a direct fight with the fight; hopefully the Fungai would find some appeasement with reading the armory.
After Silas gave his orders, Cyne complied, "We'll meet you there, boss," Suddenly, the last blast shield buckled with many hideous growls and screams resonating from the other side, "right after we deal these uninvited guests."
Cyne found some irony in the statement; technically, they and the invading mercenaries were the uninvited ones here. The Hive were simply running their twisted version of pest control, "you heard the boss; once we're through with this bunch, we're regrouping at the armory to light this place up. Get ready!"
As if on cue, the armor-plated surface of the blast door shifted in color and quality. From the center spreading out, the chromic finish contorted into a mushy green before the epicenter gave way, clearing a hole through the shield. From the other side, a glut of tendrils spewed out before congregating into a pair of massive limbs and forcing the weakened slab open. With a mighty roar, the creature on the other end peeled the door away and stumbled forwarding, revealing its immense and meaty form.
A Brute. It was the Hive’s very own siege engine and battering ram and one of its number had forced its way in with a horde of murderous creatures rushing behind it. Cyne reacted quickly and fired of a magnetically accelerated .50 caliber round. Brutes were notorious for leading assaults on fortified positions and if they got through, its brood would pour and quickly overwhelm any defenders the Brute effortlessly pushed past. With only three people out in the open, Cyne simply could not allow an advantage to over take them.
The round did its job and slammed into the Brute’s shoulder causing the beast to recoil and fall backwards, roaring in pain as it collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud. Cyne knew that one shot wasn’t going to be enough to stop it dead but at least it prevented the behemoth from joining the charge along with the enraged swarm. He pulled the trigger several more times, killing a leading Slasher with a shot that tore the creature’s upper skull off while three more rounds striking several Sploders.
The filthy Sloders the Hive used had to be mad creatures, even crazier than its other brethren. Even the typical Swarmer held some fathomable sense of self-preservation whereas these the tumor-covered psychos rushed into the fray on their stubby legs wanting nothing more than to erupt into a surge of acid, capable of melting nearly anything it was exposed to. It was likely that the same creatures were responsible in compromising the blast doors earlier on. Durable alloys and organic tissue alike were dissolvable to the substance residing within their bulbous sacs. Coincidentally however, the other Hive creatures were just as vulnerable as their prey.
The Spoders Cyne shot spasmed violently before, as their names suggested, exploded into a mass of acid catching several Swarmers that were too close. As one would expect, the Swarmers stumbled and squirmed all over the floor, crying out in horrid agony as the acidic substance ate them alive. But even as Cyne had eliminated a large part of the swarm attacking them, he couldn’t stop the rest from storming the bridge.
@CaptainSully
Two Slashers, big creatures known to devastate entire squads of well-equip infantry with their large razor-sharp scythe limbs and biologically-engineered acid shooters, came barreling through the bridge entrance and vectored in on Gaz. The large and armored monsters blazed away at the Fungai with splinters of acidic material while five Swarmers moved in with them. As it came into range, the lead Slasher raised its bladed claws in preparation to cleave Gaz’s face in two.
@Athol
Another Slasher charged forward with its focus gleaming towards Gerad. With a loud wail, an additional number of five Swarmers rushed past it and made a murderous dash in the Garundin's direction. Showcasing the Slasher's known tactical thinking, the creature brought it's shooting limb to bear and opened up with a volley of acid, intent of suppressing Gerad beneath it's hail.
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