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@Athol I do not mind at all. I was anticipating everyone's OC boarding the flight back and then having Gerad pull the trigger. You suggestion may work as well. Do not hesitate ask me for any assistance you require.
Certainly took longer than I would've liked but the post is up now. As usual, except edits.
With the horde of hive creatures upon them, Cyne immediately opened fired on Silas' order. His rifle barked loudly five times; each instance lead to the demise of every few Swarmers each round penetrated, one creature right after the other. He squeezed the trigger several more times and felled another group of Swarmers but despite his efforts, the mad beasts in surplus numbers kept charging without any care of their fallen kin.
On the bright side however, Gerad and Gaz's combined beam and energy fire eventually created a steady defensive line, supported by Silas and Cyne of course, that prevented anything from reaching them. One such energy projection from Gerad caused a group of Sploders to keep true to their namesake and evaporated into a mess of vile green. Several Swarmers and a pair of Slashers that were caught int the organic blast collapsed to the floor, flailing helplessly as they died slowly to the acid melting them. Within a minute's time, a row of Swarmer bodies had managed to pile on top of one another with more livelier and unfazed contributors ready to add to its bloody mass. Only a few of the Swarmers managed to climbs over the bodies of their kin but neither of them ever succeeded to reach their prey.
Although briefly, the battle came to an apparent brief standstill as Swarmers continued to rush the group of four while simply being mowed down. However, their logic-defying stubbornness kept their prey from reaching their objects. Unfortunately, this particular horde of Hive had not witnessed the same stubbornness of a Fungai. With an incision having been created in the Swarmer's uncanny formation, Gaz had pushed forward to meet the Hive directly. While Cyne was moments away from interjecting and disavowing Gaz's action for leaving their covering fire, he was quick to notice the Brutes that surrounded the Crimson Fang breaking from their post and thundering across the hanger give the Fungai and those behind him the same courtesy; just as Silas wanted though albeit not in the way he imagined it.
"Keep it up, we're almost through!" Silas chimed in, "Sven get the 'Fang warmed up. Now. We're about to get you clear."
Sven didn't bother to respond verbally; the sound of the Crimson Fang's engines roaring to life was enough as a reply. The Brute that Sven had reported climbing atop of their ship was still there and was unusually complacent in remaining there despite the carnage below it the same carnage is oversaw but gave no indication of intervening. Whatever it's reasons were, assuming it actually could reason with anything, Cyne saw it as a target a fired. Three accelerated shots slammed into the Brute's body, causing the behemoth to reel back and roar in pain. A forth shot came and carved the upper section of its skull clean off. The roar it emitted died down into deathly gurgling before is slumped backwards and fell from the ship, colliding with the floor whose impact was enough to dent a crater into the hard surface material. Once all the surrounding vanguard Hive were vanquished or were distracted, Sven fired up the Crimson Fang's thrusters and eventually got the dropship airborne.
"Here comes the fireworks fellas. Recommend taking shelter, ASAP" Sven called out into the calms, just before the two twin-barreled plasma turrets began tracking for fresh targets. There was only a second delay before the cannon found their marks and opened up.
Cyne and Silas hit the deck the hanger was consumed in strobes of violent light. Before, all Cyne could here was gunfire and howling. Now, there was only deafening thumping of the plasma turrets going off. Creatures of all sizes that came under fire were either incinerated or blown apart into meaty bits. Sven was careful in his piloting of the ship and the targeting of the cannons as he strafed the hanger while trying not to unintentionally hit any of his comrades.
After a minute, the cannons stopped firing and the hanger was finally 'silent'. Cyne got to his feet although slightly disoriented due in part with the plasma cannons going off in such close proximity. The hanger, was evidently worse of than it as before; not counting the innumerable amount of hive corpses that littered the floor. In fact, it was now debatable if there was much of a floor since the 'Fang's cannons has quite literally chewed the place up. Multiple craters of melted and twisted metal framing stuck out from the holes Sven has managed to carve into the hanger's surfaces.
"I don't see any more hostiles showing up on scopes," Sven reported over the comms, "how about you, boss?"
"That's..." Silas struggled to get his bearing but soon found them, "that's a positive. Looks like we're clear. Okay Sven, get the rear hatch open so we jet out of here."
"Music to my ears."
Sven complied and brought the Crimson Fang around before landing once more. As it did when they arrived, the walkway hatched unlocked and unfolded, revealing an ever so appealing ramp to freedom. With their path seemingly unhindered Cyne gave a loud whistle that echoed down to the entrance of the hanger. The three hauler droids from before, having taken a safe position away from the fighting, quickly came into view and made their way towards the 'Fang.
"Alright gang, we're not out for the woods yet." Silas' voice came in, "that ruckus we made is likely to rile any remaining Hive onboard and prompt them to make their way here. Be on the look out for anything else, but once those droid's secure our cargo, we're leaving."
Sure enough, another alien scream echoed from the hallway. Cyne didn't know how far away the Hive were but they were certainly close now. It was only seconds later that several Swarmers had appeared from the hanger entrance and charging their escaping prey with murderous intent.
"Silas! The loot is now secured. I really do think its time we leave." Sven chimed in.
"You heard 'em!" Silas called out, "all aboard!"
On the bright side however, Gerad and Gaz's combined beam and energy fire eventually created a steady defensive line, supported by Silas and Cyne of course, that prevented anything from reaching them. One such energy projection from Gerad caused a group of Sploders to keep true to their namesake and evaporated into a mess of vile green. Several Swarmers and a pair of Slashers that were caught int the organic blast collapsed to the floor, flailing helplessly as they died slowly to the acid melting them. Within a minute's time, a row of Swarmer bodies had managed to pile on top of one another with more livelier and unfazed contributors ready to add to its bloody mass. Only a few of the Swarmers managed to climbs over the bodies of their kin but neither of them ever succeeded to reach their prey.
Although briefly, the battle came to an apparent brief standstill as Swarmers continued to rush the group of four while simply being mowed down. However, their logic-defying stubbornness kept their prey from reaching their objects. Unfortunately, this particular horde of Hive had not witnessed the same stubbornness of a Fungai. With an incision having been created in the Swarmer's uncanny formation, Gaz had pushed forward to meet the Hive directly. While Cyne was moments away from interjecting and disavowing Gaz's action for leaving their covering fire, he was quick to notice the Brutes that surrounded the Crimson Fang breaking from their post and thundering across the hanger give the Fungai and those behind him the same courtesy; just as Silas wanted though albeit not in the way he imagined it.
"Keep it up, we're almost through!" Silas chimed in, "Sven get the 'Fang warmed up. Now. We're about to get you clear."
Sven didn't bother to respond verbally; the sound of the Crimson Fang's engines roaring to life was enough as a reply. The Brute that Sven had reported climbing atop of their ship was still there and was unusually complacent in remaining there despite the carnage below it the same carnage is oversaw but gave no indication of intervening. Whatever it's reasons were, assuming it actually could reason with anything, Cyne saw it as a target a fired. Three accelerated shots slammed into the Brute's body, causing the behemoth to reel back and roar in pain. A forth shot came and carved the upper section of its skull clean off. The roar it emitted died down into deathly gurgling before is slumped backwards and fell from the ship, colliding with the floor whose impact was enough to dent a crater into the hard surface material. Once all the surrounding vanguard Hive were vanquished or were distracted, Sven fired up the Crimson Fang's thrusters and eventually got the dropship airborne.
"Here comes the fireworks fellas. Recommend taking shelter, ASAP" Sven called out into the calms, just before the two twin-barreled plasma turrets began tracking for fresh targets. There was only a second delay before the cannon found their marks and opened up.
Cyne and Silas hit the deck the hanger was consumed in strobes of violent light. Before, all Cyne could here was gunfire and howling. Now, there was only deafening thumping of the plasma turrets going off. Creatures of all sizes that came under fire were either incinerated or blown apart into meaty bits. Sven was careful in his piloting of the ship and the targeting of the cannons as he strafed the hanger while trying not to unintentionally hit any of his comrades.
After a minute, the cannons stopped firing and the hanger was finally 'silent'. Cyne got to his feet although slightly disoriented due in part with the plasma cannons going off in such close proximity. The hanger, was evidently worse of than it as before; not counting the innumerable amount of hive corpses that littered the floor. In fact, it was now debatable if there was much of a floor since the 'Fang's cannons has quite literally chewed the place up. Multiple craters of melted and twisted metal framing stuck out from the holes Sven has managed to carve into the hanger's surfaces.
"I don't see any more hostiles showing up on scopes," Sven reported over the comms, "how about you, boss?"
"That's..." Silas struggled to get his bearing but soon found them, "that's a positive. Looks like we're clear. Okay Sven, get the rear hatch open so we jet out of here."
"Music to my ears."
Sven complied and brought the Crimson Fang around before landing once more. As it did when they arrived, the walkway hatched unlocked and unfolded, revealing an ever so appealing ramp to freedom. With their path seemingly unhindered Cyne gave a loud whistle that echoed down to the entrance of the hanger. The three hauler droids from before, having taken a safe position away from the fighting, quickly came into view and made their way towards the 'Fang.
"Alright gang, we're not out for the woods yet." Silas' voice came in, "that ruckus we made is likely to rile any remaining Hive onboard and prompt them to make their way here. Be on the look out for anything else, but once those droid's secure our cargo, we're leaving."
Sure enough, another alien scream echoed from the hallway. Cyne didn't know how far away the Hive were but they were certainly close now. It was only seconds later that several Swarmers had appeared from the hanger entrance and charging their escaping prey with murderous intent.
"Silas! The loot is now secured. I really do think its time we leave." Sven chimed in.
"You heard 'em!" Silas called out, "all aboard!"
Great posts guys. I will be posting tomorrow (technically it is tomorrow by the time I wrote this) morning or afternoon.
So, is this thing still going?
To my knowledge, it still is. I believe we're awaiting @CaptainSully's post.
New post is now up. As before, expect some editing and again, if there is an issue with coming up with a response, please let me know.
Cyne minded his attention to the terminal for several solid uninterrupted minutes. Despite the chaos the spread throughout the ship, the realm of ammunition and firepower ironically became the most peaceful. Everyone as about their individual businesses. Gerad cannibalized much of the heaver munitions that, luckily for them, were transferred to the armory due to a over-stockpiling in the munition's deck based on one of the assess manifests that caught Cyne's curious eye. The device that the Garundin was fabricating was their answer in resolving the Balrog's Hive infestation problem and a secure way to ensure no one acquired whatever sinister secrets the SDD had produced. Shame it was all going to waste but anything to do with the Hive would quickly be labeled as universally bad and accepted by most sane parties to be terminated.
Gaz on the other hand, aside from being Gaz, was retrofitting some kind of new science-defying weapon only a Fungai could conceive and was being loud and albeit clumsy about it to. With all the racket he was making, it amazed Cyne that nobody outside the armory had taken notice. He could understand the raiding mercenaries not taking notice due to their deployments being directed elsewhere across the ship, but the Hive? Such bothersome sounds resonating though the ship's inner hull and crevices would be picket up relatively easily and eventually traced back to them. The Hive creatures were not known for being such slouches regarding loud disturbances and thus their lack of appearance was notably unusual.
Cyne meanwhile had summoned up a trio of hauler droids, small yet wide machines whose purpose was to transport large loads of miscellaneous cargo from one destination to another, hence their name. The droids powered to life and departed their charging stations built into the armory's walls before lining up information before Cyne. After a few more finger strokes upon the terminal, the droids vectored off towards several large towering storage units. Each unit was slightly larger than Gaz but held far more mass, so much mass that a single large crate could arm a sizable company of soldiers. One after the other, each droid and adjusted it's physical frame to accommodate the weight of each storage unit before heaving it atop their sturdy platforms.
Just before the droids were finished, Gaz had, unsurprisingly, lost control over his new weapon. The beam produced by Gaz's makeshift gun ran amok wherever Gaz had unintentionally pointed to. Cyne braced himself against the terminal as the beam whizzed by him, several feet apart while Silas ducked out of the way. The Fungai-induced chaos eventually ended once Gaz regained control over the weapon. He apologized with genuine honesty over the mishap but Cyne couldn't help but survey the damage the beam had caused. While the room was not in flames, the beam had never the less had burned and sliced its way through untold millimeters of structural plating and even manage to penetrate several nearby decks in the process. Since no one was being sucked into either of the glowing crevices, it was safe to assume the beam didn't compromise the external hull.
Everyone glared at Gaz with annoyed and unamused looks. Cyne was about to call out the Fungai for the accident but the sound of screeching metal cut him off. A large gutted ventilation and maintenance pip overhead, loosened by the now-nonexistent struts that were destroyed by the energy beam, gave way and fell to the floor with a loud crash of grinding metal followed by the unusual wet sound of something being squished. No one was caught underneath the pipe but as everyone circled around it just as the dust cleared, it became apparent that the Hive did hear them. Within the destroyed pipe were the destroyed carcasses of Swarmers that were either torn in half by the beam or crushed by the fall.
"Huh," Cyne simply sounded off before turning to Gaz, "good job."
Silas pinched the bridge of his nose with closed eyes and sighed, "While, that, had just saved us some time, it's clear the Hive are on to us. We should move as soon as possible."
On cue, Gerad had reported that his device was now ready to go. Cyne then reported in that the ship droids have secured their cache of weapons and were ready to ferry them back to the Crimson Fang.
"Good," Silas replied with a nod, "we leave now. Anything new on your end, Sven?"
"Nadda. But there are sure are a lot more Hive down here than before. I would really like to get off his heap as soon as possible, boss." chimed Sven.
"Hang tight, we're on are way."
"It's the only thing I can do, boss. But I appreciate it."
Once everyone was gathered their gear, they were off again, now as an organized unit. Getting back to the Crimson Fang proved to be a developing irritant. Aside from the occasion few Swarmers they ran into a quickly dispatched, much of the of the Balrog they were now traversing through has sustained much of the external damage and through the ship's safety protocols, had rearranged their path thanks in part due to the bulkheads sealing up those exposed deck. However, their trip would soon be over as they eventually arrived at the cargo bay connected to the hanger where the 'Fang and Sven were located in.
"I'm picking you guys up now," Sven reported in, "but there is a horde of those monster between you an me. I'd gun them down myself but with...five of those Brutes in here circling the 'Fang...well you can probably figure that -oh hell, I think one of them is on top the ship now."
Silas growled as he moved forward, "We're on our way! Gaz, take point. We're going to have to force our way though. Gerad and Cyne, you're with me; we'll lay down as much covering fire as we can. Sven, we're going to try to get those bastard's attention. Once you think you're clear, I need you to open up with the 'Fang's plasma turrets and mow down anything that doesn't look remotely like us."
"Copy that, boss." Sven complied.
Just as the group moved into position, the sensor-driven inner hanger door opened up, revealing a very unpleasant scene before them.
"Um, Silas?" Cyne voiced in evidently concerned with what they were looking at, "that's not just a horde of Hive. That's all the Hive."
While Cyne's assessment wasn't entirely accurate, he wasn't wrong either. Before them was a mountain-full of creatures roaming throughout the hanger. Swarmers mindless gnawed at the structural framework of the hanger while several Sploders crawled around aimlessly. The larger Slashers and Brutes however displayed a more refined and orderly behavior. While scattered around, the many Slashers present were observing and standing watch for their lesser brethren while a group of Slashers and Brutes patrolled around the anchored transports; and the Crimson Fang as well. It didn't take long for the shooting to start up again as a nearby Swarmer reared it's ugly head toward the group and cried out the same spine-tingling scream heard previously. The scream had caught the attention of all the Hive in the hanger, causing each one to peer their glowing murderous eyes in their direction.
"Noted. Light 'em up, boys." Silas simply ordered as he pulled his plasma pistol from his holster and fired.
The first wave of hive that set upon them were several groups of savage and hungry Swarmers. They recklessly stormed the entry without a thought or care of waiting for the Slashers to back them up; all they wanted was something meaty and bloody in their mouths. Behind the wave were several Sloders screeching and ticking across the hard floor. As their movements were before, they veered wildly into different directions but their vector towards their group remained true. Finally, a group of four Slashes came up the rear, doing their best to keep up with the lesser creatures but were sure to arrive late.
Gaz on the other hand, aside from being Gaz, was retrofitting some kind of new science-defying weapon only a Fungai could conceive and was being loud and albeit clumsy about it to. With all the racket he was making, it amazed Cyne that nobody outside the armory had taken notice. He could understand the raiding mercenaries not taking notice due to their deployments being directed elsewhere across the ship, but the Hive? Such bothersome sounds resonating though the ship's inner hull and crevices would be picket up relatively easily and eventually traced back to them. The Hive creatures were not known for being such slouches regarding loud disturbances and thus their lack of appearance was notably unusual.
Cyne meanwhile had summoned up a trio of hauler droids, small yet wide machines whose purpose was to transport large loads of miscellaneous cargo from one destination to another, hence their name. The droids powered to life and departed their charging stations built into the armory's walls before lining up information before Cyne. After a few more finger strokes upon the terminal, the droids vectored off towards several large towering storage units. Each unit was slightly larger than Gaz but held far more mass, so much mass that a single large crate could arm a sizable company of soldiers. One after the other, each droid and adjusted it's physical frame to accommodate the weight of each storage unit before heaving it atop their sturdy platforms.
Just before the droids were finished, Gaz had, unsurprisingly, lost control over his new weapon. The beam produced by Gaz's makeshift gun ran amok wherever Gaz had unintentionally pointed to. Cyne braced himself against the terminal as the beam whizzed by him, several feet apart while Silas ducked out of the way. The Fungai-induced chaos eventually ended once Gaz regained control over the weapon. He apologized with genuine honesty over the mishap but Cyne couldn't help but survey the damage the beam had caused. While the room was not in flames, the beam had never the less had burned and sliced its way through untold millimeters of structural plating and even manage to penetrate several nearby decks in the process. Since no one was being sucked into either of the glowing crevices, it was safe to assume the beam didn't compromise the external hull.
Everyone glared at Gaz with annoyed and unamused looks. Cyne was about to call out the Fungai for the accident but the sound of screeching metal cut him off. A large gutted ventilation and maintenance pip overhead, loosened by the now-nonexistent struts that were destroyed by the energy beam, gave way and fell to the floor with a loud crash of grinding metal followed by the unusual wet sound of something being squished. No one was caught underneath the pipe but as everyone circled around it just as the dust cleared, it became apparent that the Hive did hear them. Within the destroyed pipe were the destroyed carcasses of Swarmers that were either torn in half by the beam or crushed by the fall.
"Huh," Cyne simply sounded off before turning to Gaz, "good job."
Silas pinched the bridge of his nose with closed eyes and sighed, "While, that, had just saved us some time, it's clear the Hive are on to us. We should move as soon as possible."
On cue, Gerad had reported that his device was now ready to go. Cyne then reported in that the ship droids have secured their cache of weapons and were ready to ferry them back to the Crimson Fang.
"Good," Silas replied with a nod, "we leave now. Anything new on your end, Sven?"
"Nadda. But there are sure are a lot more Hive down here than before. I would really like to get off his heap as soon as possible, boss." chimed Sven.
"Hang tight, we're on are way."
"It's the only thing I can do, boss. But I appreciate it."
Once everyone was gathered their gear, they were off again, now as an organized unit. Getting back to the Crimson Fang proved to be a developing irritant. Aside from the occasion few Swarmers they ran into a quickly dispatched, much of the of the Balrog they were now traversing through has sustained much of the external damage and through the ship's safety protocols, had rearranged their path thanks in part due to the bulkheads sealing up those exposed deck. However, their trip would soon be over as they eventually arrived at the cargo bay connected to the hanger where the 'Fang and Sven were located in.
"I'm picking you guys up now," Sven reported in, "but there is a horde of those monster between you an me. I'd gun them down myself but with...five of those Brutes in here circling the 'Fang...well you can probably figure that -oh hell, I think one of them is on top the ship now."
Silas growled as he moved forward, "We're on our way! Gaz, take point. We're going to have to force our way though. Gerad and Cyne, you're with me; we'll lay down as much covering fire as we can. Sven, we're going to try to get those bastard's attention. Once you think you're clear, I need you to open up with the 'Fang's plasma turrets and mow down anything that doesn't look remotely like us."
"Copy that, boss." Sven complied.
Just as the group moved into position, the sensor-driven inner hanger door opened up, revealing a very unpleasant scene before them.
"Um, Silas?" Cyne voiced in evidently concerned with what they were looking at, "that's not just a horde of Hive. That's all the Hive."
While Cyne's assessment wasn't entirely accurate, he wasn't wrong either. Before them was a mountain-full of creatures roaming throughout the hanger. Swarmers mindless gnawed at the structural framework of the hanger while several Sploders crawled around aimlessly. The larger Slashers and Brutes however displayed a more refined and orderly behavior. While scattered around, the many Slashers present were observing and standing watch for their lesser brethren while a group of Slashers and Brutes patrolled around the anchored transports; and the Crimson Fang as well. It didn't take long for the shooting to start up again as a nearby Swarmer reared it's ugly head toward the group and cried out the same spine-tingling scream heard previously. The scream had caught the attention of all the Hive in the hanger, causing each one to peer their glowing murderous eyes in their direction.
"Noted. Light 'em up, boys." Silas simply ordered as he pulled his plasma pistol from his holster and fired.
The first wave of hive that set upon them were several groups of savage and hungry Swarmers. They recklessly stormed the entry without a thought or care of waiting for the Slashers to back them up; all they wanted was something meaty and bloody in their mouths. Behind the wave were several Sloders screeching and ticking across the hard floor. As their movements were before, they veered wildly into different directions but their vector towards their group remained true. Finally, a group of four Slashes came up the rear, doing their best to keep up with the lesser creatures but were sure to arrive late.
@CaptainSully@Athol Sorry about the lengthy wait fellas. I'll have a post up and running tomorrow afternoon.
@Athol Doin' well myself. Destiny 2 Forsaken (Xbox One) went live a couple weeks ago so I've been trailing through for sometime.
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