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publicado originalmente en:Gydaton RP
9/6/2016 3:12:53 AM
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[b]The monster backed up, furious with the light... But the bullets seemed to only embed in chitin, but not quite go through.[/b]
[b]Lucien slowly began to make his way through the webbing, each step becoming more turgid and forceful as the ground became thick with the glue like substance.[/b]
[i]"I see the release. I'll get the doors open. You occupy the fūck out of that thing."[/i]
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Got it. [i]He continued to fire, the tracers and the incendiaries burning as they entered the chitin. The bright light and noise remained, however, Wilson had shifted his aim to the creature's eyes, an attempt to see if they were softer and easier to harm.[/i]
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[b]The eyes almost melted away under the fire, the creature chittering in pain as its fangs folded back, bright green ooze shooting forward. While the material didn't make it past Wilson's shield, it melted the area behind him, burning through metal and plant matter. Quickly, the spider repeated the process, this time letting out a sustained stream that cascaded into his armor.[/b]
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[i]Making note of that, he shifted his minigun to rip into the creature's fangs, which he presumed were also fairly lightly armored. As the creature spat venom, he moved, staying ahead of the stream, cutting through strands of webbing with his machete.[/i]
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[b]The creature growled and chittered before slinking far back into the darkness, leaving a trail of mucus filled blood along the wall.[/b] [i]"Gross... And more gross."[/i] [b]Lucien remarks as the doors opens behind him, opening into one of the tram stations.[/b]
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[i]Wilson said nothing, following Lucien.[/i]
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[i]"So... Trams... This isn't right. There should be a hallway and a room that leads to the Cache..."[/i] [b]Lucien pads around for a bit, looking around with a confused look on his face. Suddenly, the ship rattled as a strange beeping noise came from underfoot.[/b]
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Alright what the sh*t? I'm gettin' tired of this whole d*mn place tryin' to kill me... [i]Wilson growled in annoyance.[/i]
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[i]"Sounds like ships."[/i] [b]Lucien remarks, listening to the familiar him of a nuclear thruster powering on as it rattled the panels above their heads.[/b] [i]"Well... Best get moving. Armada means pirates."[/i] [b]Lucien looked around at the tram railings before settling on a railway heading southeast into a dark tunnel.[/b] [i]"Not enough power to start one of these. Let's just jog it."[/i]
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Understood. [i]He followed Lucien, minigun still scanning for targets.[/i]
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[b]The concrete tunnel slowly gave way to sleek white metal as they approached another station, this one much more formal.[/b] [i]"Hey... I guessed, and got the right tunnel. Ingenuity and luck go together like drugs and money."[/i] [b]The massive room was made up of nine main floors, the bottom one made up of two large sealed doors. The Weapon's Cache...[/b]
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Holy sh*t... [i]he said, observing the scenery.[/i]
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[i]"This place was probably a lot more spectacular before it... Fell apart? I don't even know."[/i] [b]Lucien pulled himself off the railings and onto the main floor, the pristine white tiles reflecting his appearance.[/b] [b]Padding towards the door, he tapped on the metal with a whistle.[/b] [i]"Okay... Gotta be controls around here."[/i]
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I'd shoot it, but I'm bettin' that door's more than bulletproof. [i]Wilson said, looking around for controls as well, while scanning for any sort of defense systems.[/i] This sh*t is high-tech, Christ....
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[b]Slowly, the doors behind them opened, massive thudding echoing down the hall as the largest monstrosity they had faced so far stepped out.[/b] [b]Plated in dense metal, armed with a rail canon, stocked with two tesla needles, and built with a poly fiber energy shield, a massive drone emerges, a skull painted over its sensors.[/b] [spoiler]https://imgur.com/oIQgXFs[/spoiler] [i]"Oh, come on. Overkill much."[/i] [i]"Targets designated... Elimination in progress."[/i] [b]The drones lowers itself as a massive belt fed .357 auto canon unfolds from its chest.[/b] [i]"Okay... I think you got this one. I'm going to go find an off switch... Or maybe security controls... Whichever comes first."[/i]
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Well I guess it's good to tell you that about all he has that will really scr*w with me is the rail cannon... Either way, I hate you. Just saying. [i]Wilson's minigun dropped down to face the robot, his Tesla and tytritium shields powered up. Looking up at the bot, he scanned for weak points, thinking that perhaps he was to eliminate the massive rail weapon and the shielding systems first. Good thing he still had a few tricks left. [/i]
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[i]"Dully noted..."[/i] [b]Lucien tries his best to skirt around the machine, only for it to get in his way.[/b] [i]"Really...? I register as a threat? Okay... So it's not going to be shut down..."[/i] [b]Lucien backed up and looked at the machine with a frown, only for it to aim it's canon at him and open fire. With a split second roll, he dodges the onslaught.[/b]
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Annnnnd showtime... [i]He said, waiting to see how the rail gun worked, and taking a look at the side and rear of the machine as it turned. He was looking for a power core, or a weaker area on the bot.[/i]
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[b]Unfortunately... The drone seemed to high class, to well-built. Without looking, an arm outstretches to Wilson as a arc of electricity glides towards him.[/b] [b]Meanwhile, Lucien was struggling to avoid the machines barrage of bullets.[/b] [b]He took a mad dash down the hallway it came from, skirting it's outpour. He was off to find a way to shut the thing down... Assuming it didn't kill them first.[/b] [i]"Target analysis... Record replaying... Designation delta, tango, foxtrot, charlie, lima."[/i] [b]Slowly, the legs bent inwards and a small flamethrower extended from the bottom portion of the machine, turning towards Wilson.[/b]
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Editado por Trashcan Jesus: 9/7/2016 1:49:55 AM[i]The blast of energy, connecting with his shielding, sent him flying backwards, but after a roll, he recovered and got back up. Looking to the flamethrower, he smiled, remembering the time that Cobalt Phoenix had set him ablaze with napalm. Fire was not his concern. But if it had a flamethrower, it had fuel...[/i]
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[b]The flamethrower unleashed a barrage of red inferno, the canon following suit with a tidal wave of bullets.[/b] [i]"Warning. You are experiencing danger."[/i] [b]With a click, a massive 100 MM rail round swung into the rail canon, slamming in with a loud bang, the motor revving up as the drone aimed the shoulder mounted abomination at Wilson.[/b] [i]"Fūcktard! I found your off switch."[/i] [b]Lucien screams, suddenly falling from the sixth floor and slamming into the machine, latching onto its back as its energy shielding began to power up. There was a moment. Single moment in which it needed to charge... That was the fault in the programming. Now, Wilson just needed a weak point.[/b] [b]With a crash, Lucien sent a fist into the machine's back, his strength incredible, leaving a dent in the side as he is thrown back as thousands of volts of energy crash into him.[/b] [i]"For user safety, please do not attempt to touch HAMMERHEAD while operational."[/i]
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[i]He looked to Damien, and and took a knee again, diverting power into his shielding systems, and readying a powerful tesla pulse. Around him, the air sparked and crackled in the heat of the fire, blue energy sparking visibly from his armor as he crouched. In a moment, he unleashed a tremendous amount of energy, enough to likely short the metal monstrosity's shielding, and do some pretty serious damage to it. However, once he let out the pulse, a reactor popped out and ejected from part of his armor, plinking to the ground, smoking.[/i] That's the last one.... [i]he said to Lucien.[/i]
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[b]The shielding system made a loud crack as the drone's sensors let out a strange hum, the canon turning to Wilson as it began to rev up. Slow charge time... But that shell would hit like a bomb.[/b] [b]From his spot, Lucien gave a weak thumb's up as the drones crashed a foot down into his chest, a definitive crack sounding from his chest.[/b] [i]"Warning. Seek immediate medical attention."[/i] [b]The drone turned to Wilson as sparks flew off its chassis, the damages shielding frying most of its power lines... Excluding a strange pulsing organs glow from a crack in its back. A coil generator. It powered the rail canon... And it'd make one loud bang. But the drone had no reason to turn around...[/b]
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[i]Perhaps he had to make it turn... From his back, beneath all of his weaponry, he drew forth a mininuke warhead, and chucked it off to the other side of the room, the weapon slamming into the wall and exploding in a radioactive fission fireball. Hopefully the sound and explosion would get it to turn... Either way, Wilson was running fairly quickly despite being in power armor. That rail gun could actually hurt him, and he didn't intend for that to happen.[/i]
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[b]The drone turned to its side, a scan pulsing out as Lucien tried to roll over. There was an opening, but it was small... And this thing had really thick armor... Too much for its own good. The canon swiveled and followed Wilson as best it could, the .357 canon opening fire as it opens from the back. This thing was determined.[/b]
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[i]Shots plonked off of Wilson's armor, .357's being too small to harm him. However, drawing one of his magnums, he aimed, and took a shot for the small spot in the back of the machine, hoping his experience with the quick draw was good enough.[/i]
