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Eve | Arcade | Welp
Eve took the bag out of Swishee's mouth, attempting to shake it dry when the hubbub from Arcade caught her attention. "Kelsey, stop." she said, with the kind of tone that added an 'or else' to it. "None of those are alive anymore, anyway." She went to walk over to Arcade, only to see him vanish.
But he wasn't dead, was he? The injuries weren't that bad. So that meant...
No. Nononononononononono. She had sworn. She had promised. This was not okay. This was not okay.
Damn you, Writer.
[TOP SECRET]
"Hm?" Feeling a tug on her body that was pretty damn rooted to the ground via both a martial art stance and the fact that her greaves itself had essentially smashed a pair of wedges into the floor, the girl glanced back to see the panic apparent in the immortal's expression before hearing a certain sound that was ever so familiar and often only really encountered either on the battlefield or a gunshow.
Retracting the device's telescopic boot stakes and then turning around so that her arms were splayed open in a manner akin to those that tried to scare off a bear, the girl grunted before activating her thrusters and shooting forward at a speed just faster than Olympic level sprinting since she didn't want to smash the Touhou she swore protect into the walls and actually had to take into consideration such things as maneuvering or g force considering she had an immortal to care for.
"THINK LATER, ACT NOW!" Reaching towards Seiga's hands to try to hold and if successful turn it into a full on bridal carry, Hibiki attempted her best to put distance between herself and whoever was shooting at her whle glancing backwards for a second to see the faces of the opposition. Still, whoever they were, they were military if somewhat lax sounding...
Lizard Metabolism
Two, Outside the Grocer
Makoto had to leave, but not without healing Two's injuries and making her feel that much more resilient; a welcome change. Still, despite the few nicks that she received, the elephantmen were not as much of a threat as she first assumed.
Still, there were plenty of targets to fight and she was just one woman, no matter how strong or fast. Then, however, came her knight in shining armor and for a moment, Two was left speechless. The knight was giant and his hammer even more so; stepping into the fray without any care or hesitation, loudly proclaiming to be her shield. "Good luck over there!" She called to leaving Makoto as she and Reinhardt engaged in judicious stomping of the elephant invaders.
Then it was time for introductions as the giant knight extended a hand in a greeting. It was so big and confident, Two couldn't help but be a little sheepish when she returned the handshake. "My name is Two. Thank you for your timely appearance, Sir Reinhardt. It would be a much harder battle without you coming to my aid." The bluenette beamed happily. It was this time when Caboose showed up, asking for what to do now.
...well, that would certainly put the planned feast on a backburner. Again. Still, there were more pressing issues to attend. "There were other vessels in the sky, like the one the elephantmen came from. We should see if there's anyone else in town needing our help." She suggested to both Caboose and Reinhardt, face turning resolute.
How do lizards fly?
THE SLORG!
"Fucking hell!" Somebody commented from the lobby door, as guns were turned on the drone that had come forward to assault Makoto, until she destroyed it on her own.
"Get in cover!" someone else yelled, presumably at Makoto.
Up ahead, the lead pig orc yelled, "dodge!" and made a dive back and then a roll to try to avoid the flames, as the other pig orcs scattered left and right. He still got some fire on him though, and was now working in a hurry to get himself put out. The Taurus Fire would now find itself the target of a burst of machinegun fire, then capped off by one of the other pig orcs rolling a grenade just under it.
The last two pig orcs continued to make their way to the rubble of the front wall, looking to take cover there and keep trying to keep the drones at bay.
"There's more alive elsewhere" Kelsey said in response to Eve, pointing upwards at the sky. "And I still need-"
"What the heck!?" Louie yelled, seeing Arcade was gone.
"What happened?" Kelsey asked, turning around and looking back and forth.
"He just vanished! What did you do to him?!" Louie went on.
"Me?! I didn't do anything!" Kelsey replied, her tone defensive and frustrated.
In the hallway to where the actual theaters were, a couple of heads poked out of one of the theaters to see how things were going. The two Fanboys quickly spotted Hibiki and Seiga. "You two alright?" Chuck asked, then looked more closely at Seiga and raised an eyebrow. "Wait a minute, aren't you..." the Fanboy trailed off, seeming to think.
"Are you two cosplayers?" Connor asked, looking like he recognized Seiga somewhat as well.
"How many actual cosplayers are in this place?" Chuck asked him rhetorically.
"Oh great, please don't tell me that's another space marine" Phillip suddenly commented, leading the group of almost twenty or so civilians out of the grocery. He was looking at Reinhardt with a sort of 'oh great here we go again' expression.
"Like Marcus?" Nails asked, and looked at Reinhardt for himself. "Well he sure gives off a grey knight kind of vibe, but I don't think that's Warhammer armor, no" the militia member added. Phillip looked only marginally relieved to hear that.
edited 5th Nov '17 6:22:35 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.
2 Spooky 4 U
Reinhardt shook Two's hand with a surprising amount of care and gentleness into it which was quite unlike his boisterous attitude. "No need to thank me! My hammer called for justice and so I swinged with all my might!" he replied to Two's gratitude. Then a blue armored man joined to the duo and to Rein's one eye and hyper active brain it was like seeing a fellow knight! With Two's plan being suggest, Rein stood up and he pounded Caboose's back in a good mannered but rough way, like they were two brothers at arms. "I'm sure my fellow Crusader here will be more than willing to slay anymore beast that prowl the streets but first we must shield these people as that is our duty!" proclaimed Rein with sincere fierceness.
Wanting to back his words, Rein joined them in the front, explaining to them, "Ah, so you like the J08 armor yes? Only the most precision German engineering is in it but those who wear it must act with glory and serve with honor. That is what my mentor taught me. If you would have me, let me protect these people with you!"
edited 5th Nov '17 7:17:56 PM by LightToAll
Happy Box Hater
Grocery Store
"Yeah that makes sense," Caboose said in a way that sounded convincing, though Two would probably be able to tell by now that he was just going along with what people were telling him was the right thing to do. He looked up in the sky. The soldier hadn't really noticed the ships until they were pointed out, but now that he saw them they all could mean only one thing: His friends were probably in one of them ready to pull off a daring rescue, complete with slow motion and explosions! He kept his beliefs private though.
The big strong man was really fun. The best comparison Caboose could think of was the passion of Sarge with the hugeness of a tank. Reinhardt was giving off the impression of a knight in shining armor, and so Captain Caboose filled in every single gap in what he knew about the mountainous crusader in front of him with rather cliched tropes.
Crusader was word that meant knight or something, right? Caboose felt it did, but it was a funny word. "People have called me a warrior that's true and other stuff like that but never a crusader..." he said slowly, as if formulating his opinion on the matter mid-sentence. "I like it! Yeah, I'll be a shield and stuff. People use me like one all the time."
Why is a yam attacking me?
Once they had jetted forward, and come into contact with some incredibly unimportant people, Seiga had the following to say: "What? No, we're not cosplayers, didn't you just see her run like—"
*BWEEEEEEE* (imagine that's a whistle sound)
Down at the end of the theatre's entrance, a good distance from where everyone was, it seemed that their foes had finally decided to show themselves! The diabolical creatures from another world stood at the ready, peeking in their heads and their rifles and pointing just about all of them at the group, obviously ready to pull the trigger at a moment's notice.
They also looked like girls with rabbit ears.
Even if they only had poked out their shoulders, and with the smoke still laying thick in the air, it was obvious that all of these people were human with the exception of them having long, white and floppy rabbit ears that shone through the mist like a beacon.
One of them, a slightly older one with black hair and a sick eye scar, raised a megaphone (which curiously also had rabbit ears) and shouted "WE OF THE LUNAR PURIFICATION DIRECTORATE'S 157th INFANTRY REGIMENT HAVE YOU SURROUNDED! COME OUT IN AN ORDERLY FASHION WITH YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD OR I'LL ORDER AN IMMEDIATE EXECUTION BY FIRING SQUAD!"
This was met with a small chorus of "yeahs" and other affirmative stuff from the rest of the invasion force.
Rick was fiddling with something that he'd scrounged together from a smashed cash register and some portal gun parts, a hodgepodge of duct-taped wires and panels with a single large glass tube at the top.
"Rick, m-maybe we should-" Morty blanched as he felt an explosion rumble through his feet. "-get going? I mean, if we want to get to the library and ride this thing out?"
"Hold your *urp* damn horses, Morty. Or elephants. Whatever." Rick produced a small syringe he'd cobbled together from a turkey baster and a straw and drew a sample of blood from the remains of one of the dead pachyderms. His gadget blinked to life. "There. It'll beep if it detects anymore of these... I dunno what they're called. Space elephants, let's go with space elephants."
"You think that'll work?"
"What, Morty, a-are you going to criticize me now? Where do you - where do you think you get off doing that, I'm the only person that's been keeping your dumb ass out of trouble for weeks now, and- look let's just go okay," Rick said, loud enough for others to hear.
Dark Sun, what choices have I...?
Motorbike Girl got shot, no surprise there, but by some sorcery or another wasn't hurt too bad and subsequently blew the offending drone up. Also blown up the bull robot. It would not be missed, except for the brief moment where it was struggling with a fridge on its head. That'd always be funny.
As for the rest of the drones in the immediate vicinity, they didn't look to be growing in number, in fact they seemed to be clearly thinning, or maybe I'd just overestimated how many there were in the first place.
As I was tackling one into submission, some descended on the orc squad powering through their brethren toward the remains of the front gate and tried to pin them down, one per, with some more readying shots in that direction. Another, probably inferring the structural weakening to the drone forces, raised a palm toward the source of the napalm spray, a little girl with a giant gun.
Some protective instinct ramping it up, I dived at the hunk of metal, throwing off its aim such that it instead shot the ground a few feet behind her. Uncomfortably close to the guys at the door, perhaps, but I didn't pay it much mind as I set to work on savagely ripping its head off, followed by some of its internal wiring just to be sure, followed by throwing its remains at one of the ones below trying to stop the guy with the grenade launcher.
I counted about...eight of them now?...flanking our general area, four in the air and four on the ground. That was some great progress.
edited 5th Nov '17 11:11:23 PM by Oceanstuck
i guess you can watch me shitpost i guess
"!" Swerving as she bypassed two men and sliding to a stop that left rather ungainly skid marks in the formerly nice red carpeting, Hibiki's eyes shifted wildly around as they went from Seiga to the two men to what looked like armed rabbit women with guns and military uniforms of all things. Doing as the immortal had instructed if belatedly, Hibiki then deposited her down before shifting her body in front of the ascetic and assuming the spread arms and braced legs posture that many a movie had turned into a cliche. "YOU COULD HAVE JUST ASKED NICELY IF YOU WANTED TO MEET US!"
Never a person to tone down her voice when the going got tough, the rather irate and defensive Hibiki did her best to shield the group of people behind her rather slight frame even as she instinctively focused the Symphogear's mysterious black box technologies towards the lapine people's direction. Anyone else would simply hear her speaking in a loud voice, but the military women would be hearing the equivalent being screamed at rather enthusiastically through a particularly powerful megaphone. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?!"
edited 5th Nov '17 9:55:40 PM by Makaioh
Yeah maybe solving a racial conflict was more pressing in the long term but there wouldn't be a conversation in the first place without dealing with the explosions rocking the building from the outside.
"Ok, I changed my mind. This really isn't the time. You guys stay here, I'll handle it"
Rex quickly left the room and got out of prison on his bike, stopping outside just in time to see a mechanical bull getting his butt kicked by a machine gun. Oh and a familiar face was there.
"Makoto? Hey!" he waved at her and immediately remembered that he still had her food on a bag "I got your stuff" he said, taking the flashligh and showing it to her.
Unfortunately, one of the aliens—one wearing a glass helmet, with a grotesque skull-like face and a visible bulging brain
◊—decided to attack Rex right at that moment and shot his laser gun at the backpack, immediately disintegrating it.
"...maybe not"
"Ack! Ack qwack ack!" the alien said.
"Let me guess, you are the challenge"
Prison Entrance
Taurus Fire took the gunshots to the chest, and he fell to one knee as his body began to spark even more. He was slowly but surely collapsing back into data. The second grenade hit its mark, and with another explosion, his destabilized form was vaporized on the spot. The FM-ian was deleted.
By the doors, Makoto braced herself as the drone was blown apart. A little girl moved past her with what appeared to be the same flamethrower that plant woman had the day before, and sprayed it at another pair of drones. The amount of drones didn't seem to be increasing at least, so Makoto was about to back off and try and patch herself up when Rex came out the prison doors, yelling about a bag he was holding up. The bag was immediately disintegrated by a brand new, disgusting looking alien with a brain for a head. At least the flashlight was okay...
"Rex, don't stand out in the open!" she yelled, getting off her bike to pull him back into the lobby by the hand. Now riderless, Anat turned to face the ugly Martian, deliberately shone its headlights in his face, and then charged into him for a Flash Bomb attack. Once they were behind a solid wall, Makoto leaned against it and sat down, wincing as she took her other hand off her side. Her glove was pretty stained. Well she was definitely bleeding out after agitating the bullet by running. "Shit, hold on for a second..." She really hoped her brass knuckles were clean enough, because that was pretty much all she had to try and get the stupid shell out. Maybe getting a pocket knife to carry around wasn't a terrible idea.
Makoto quickly took Rex away from danger and behind cover. That was incredibly considerate of her but she was exaggerating.
"What, because of him?" he pointed at the disoriented Martian that had been ran over by Anat. He looked very injured but he was still kicking. Rex decided to use his cannon shoot him to finish him off. If his breathing helmet getting broken wasn't enough to tell he was dying, the sight of green alien blood obviously showed he wasn't getting up anytime soon "See? A cakewalk"
Rex smuggled smiled after having proven his point. So what if this was another challenge that involved a city-wide invasion? Every squishy person was in the library and it was clear just a couple of heavy hitters could handle the initial waves. Unfortunately, while the cover protected Rex and Makoto from any shooting, flanking was still an option for the aliens and a dog-sized venus flytrap lizard
jumped on Rex and tried to bite his head off.
Rex kept the creature's mouth away from his face even as it started drooling and snarling at him.
"And there goes the city trying to prove me wrong again!"
Luckily, it wasn't anything a giant sword to the chest couldn't solve but that had still hit Rex's ego.
"Ok, maybe you do have a point" he said, coughing and trying to rub the blood off his face.
Prison Entrance
While Rex finished off the Martian, Makoto was focused on digging the piece of metal out of her using the spike on her melee weapon. With a pained gasp, a bloody bullet hit the ground, and she relaxed. She nearly fell over when a plant monster tried to eat Rex's face, but he stabbed it before it could actually bite him.
"You really shouldn't let your guard down," she said, carefully standing up. Anat drove back around to Makoto, running over the remains of the killer plant alien to stop in front of her and Rex. The shopping bag with the snacks was still hanging off the handle where she'd left it. It glowed blue as she used Diarahan to close her wounds up and heal the bruising. The bloodstains were probably going to be there until she re-summoned her outfit though. "Alright, I'm going to get back to cleaning out the yard." She cracked her knuckles and slipped her weapons back on her hands, a violent look in her eyes.
THE SLORG!
Phillip stared at Reinhardt for a moment. "... Yeah, guess he isn't. Doesn't sound like an asshole" Phillip idly commented. "Anyway, if you're gonna help, great. We've gotta move these people to the library. No more standing around talking" the militia member added, then started to move down the street, motioning for Nails and the civilians to follow. Some of them stared at Reinhardt in mixes of awe or apprehension.
Connor gave a nod of his head as he continued to think. "Well then if you're not cosplayers, then you're the real-" Connor started, but Chuck cut him off.
"Look!" Chuck suddenly yelled, and pointed down the hall at the invading force. "Bunny girls!" he added, with some enthusiasm.
"Really? Holy crap you're right... But, they're with the enemies today... Figures, some bunny girls finally show up, and they want to kill us" Connor commented.
"Maybe we have to defeat them with the power of friendship? Or love?" Chuck suggested, raising his eyebrows a bit.
"They just blew up the front of the building. You really want to try?" Connor replied.
The two didn't really seem fazed by the situation they were in, and were more or less chatting casually.
"What? But I can help!" Silanea protested, though stayed put with a conflicted look on her face, then glanced back at Chise again.
One pig orc got grabbed and yelled in anger and surprise, but the other turned to his own assailant drone and unloaded his rifle magazine into the drone's face at point blank before it could grab him, destroying its head in the assault. He then rushed over and tackled the other drone, as from behind the pig orc with the machinegun laid down some fire towards the drones fighting at range. The fourth pig orc had moved over to their leader to help him put out the fire and get up, but not after the leader had to quickly chuck a few grenades that were in danger of being set off preemptively by the flames.
Back at the lobby doorway, a couple of the militia members continued shooting; they had to cycle out who was shooting due to some ammo issues, with a couple people running back into the prison towards the armory to grab more. One of the people still around, the lady with the double barrel shotgun, seemed to notice Makoto, and her blood. "Are you okay? You're not going back out there like that, are you?" the woman asked her, raising an eyebrow with a worried look.
Then there was a quick word on the militia channel from most of the militia members' walkie talkies around the room. "Prison in sight; we're coming in quick!" It was Wells' voice, and the lady with the shotgun tried to get a look out the door to see towards the front.
One of the drones flying overhead abruptly had its head hit with a red laser shot, then another, right on the same mark, slagging the head into bits of broken or melted metal. Wells was moving up from a side street, stopping to expertly fire off quick and accurate shots from his laser musket whenever he saw an opportunity.
An armored figure rushed past Wells towards the front side of the prison; there was a sound like rockets firing for a moment, then one of the drones on the ground blew up from behind, as what appeared to be a big hammer with rockets built into it
was slammed through the drone's torso, creating an explosion as it went. With the drone out of the way, the wielder came into view, a figure who seemed to be wearing armor very similar to Caboose's, plus one of the militia's blue stars on the chest opposite of the knife, and a phaser pistol holstered on the right hip. The Spartan swung the hammer around and placed it on their back, drawing their assault rifle in the same motion; they then opened fire on whichever drones remained.
edited 6th Nov '17 3:13:31 AM by FirockFinion
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Lizard Metabolism
Two, Outside the Grocer
"Yes, of course!" She agreed with the assessment, nodding fervently. The Militiamen seemed more distrustful of Reinhardt - comparing him to Brother Marcus; the man must have had a poor reputation - but the gray knight was quick to assuage their worries. Truly, he sounded like a true knight in shining armor.
"Please come with us, everyone!" Two called to the civilians once the Militiamen began their proceedings. "We'll make sure everybody can safely wait out the invasion." She offered a warm smile, herding the noncombatants together with everybody else.
How do lizards fly?
For the Horde!
Ben frowned and looked around, trying to stay near the edges of the buildings to stay out of sight in case he was attacked by an alien and he wasn't ready. He tried to look for any signs of movement or battle but the area he was in seemed quiet.
Eerily quiet.
He ducked into a seemingly-abandoned building with one of its windows busted open. He hugged the wall and tried to start fiddling with the Omnitrix in order to decide what to choose. He looked a little confused when he didn't see any of the aliens that he had scanned in the City. Then he froze. Ghostfreak was in the watch again.
He stared a little blankly at the watch, turning almost pale. In a bit of a stupor, he shuddered a bit, then reached down to press the watch's dial...
"Oi, yer the hero lad, ain't ya?" a deep voice with a Scottish-sounding accent asked Ben in a somewhat hushed tone, snapping him out of his trance. Ben looked in the direction of the voice. There was a small man with a brown beard almost as long as he was tall, wearing a green ski hat on his head. Ben raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"So why you hidin' here? Ain't ya gonna save everyone from these bloomin' demons from the sky? Ya should be goin' out there an— LOOK OUT, LAD!" the bearded man suddenly exclaimed, pointing behind Ben.
As he turned around, Ben saw that what Ben had assumed was a discarded black blanket on the floor had risen up, taking a rather amorphous shape with a bulbous head. The "head" had two white spots on the front like those on a killer whale, resembling two large, evil-looking eyes, and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth and a long lizard-like tongue emerged from nowhere on the blobby head.
Ben backed up and readied the Omnitrix, turning the Omnitrix a couple of dials over and slamming his hand on the watch.
edited 6th Nov '17 12:20:56 PM by AllHailThrall
I can still hail the Horde even though the company has shamed us. Strength and Honor even if Blizzard has neither.
"Jeez." Rick and Morty picked their way through the shattered remains of the city beyond. The elephants had done a number on the place, clearly; just beyond the grocery store there was the charred remains of an apartment building leaning crazily against one of its fellows. Ash, bits of burning cinders, and what looked horribly like burned flesh fell from the sky. "Huh, Morty, looks like *urp* looks like property values are gonna be takin' a dive here, huh?"
"Let's just get to the library, Rick." Morty looked fretfully to the skies as though waiting to be divebombed by another platoon of flying pachyderms.
"I keep telling you, Morty, we have *urp* nothing to worry about." Something small and dart-shaped zipped overhead and Morty looked at his grandfather, who seemed utterly unconcerned. "Look, this... this early warning system is keyed to the alien genetics. If there were any more aliens within a kilometer of here I'd know about it."
"Yeah, okay, but what if-"
"Look, Morty, we all know I'm a certifiable genius, you know it, I know it, the, the, militia people know it..."
"I mean if you say so-" mumbled Morty, sighing internally as Rick descended into one of his periodical rants. Gunfire echoed from somewhere far away.
"and if I rig up some kind of early warning space alien detection system you can damn well bet it's going to work. We're gonna head to the lab, get as many firearms as we can hold-"
"Y-yeah, we've been over this."
"Maybe you haven't been analyzing the situation the way I have but if you just stick with your grandpa and let me do the thinking we'll be able to ''oh god holy crap what the-"
Morty had been absentmindedly watching a nearby apartment building slowly crumble under its own weight for most of Rick's speech until a sudden explosion of expletives drew his attention back to the immediate area. There was Rick, who was now being manhandled by a pair of blue, vaguely crustacean-like humanoids
◊, veins madly throbbing and gazing, with thick, glassy eyes, at the struggling septuagenarian pinned down between two pairs of lobster-like claws.
"OH FUCK SHIT!" screamed Rick as he desperately tried to wrench his way out of their grip and reach his gun, which had been lost in the scuffle.
"Okay, Rick, I get it, you planned for everything because you're a genius, cut to the chase." grumbled Morty.
"I'M NOT MAKING IT UP, MORTY, TH-TH-THIS WAS SOMETHING I HAD NOT PLANNED FOR! THIS HURTS! THEY HAVE CLAWS! FUCK!"
"Yeah, Rick, just- just - just pull out some science gizmo and make them go away."
"MORTY, YOU DUMB WASTE OF SPACE, JUST SHOOT THEM!" screamed Rick as he managed to kick one of them in the belly, prompting its lumbering comrade to put Rick in a headlock with both of its heavy crustacean claws, like some kind of horrific inversion of a Red Lobster buffet.
Morty scrabbled across the pavement, grabbing Rick's gun and getting ready to squeeze the trigger - only for an explosion of mortar and rubble nearby to momentarily draw his attention; a lone creature that resembled a cheap gorilla suit and diving mask
◊ to plough through a nearby wall in a manner similar to but legally distinct from any sort of powdered beverage mascot. Seeing Morty ready to fire on its compatriots, it immediately began lumbering towards him, moving in a manner reminiscent of the way a hot, likely underpaid stagehand inside some sort of cheap costume might move.
A thin rivulet of blood leaked down Rick's head as he stared grimly up at the thing. "Oh god," he mumbled at the prospect of as-yet-another imminent doom barrelling down towards him. A sudden hot bolt of green arced past his face - the buggy alien's grip slackened as it collapsed, its massive brain looking more like a punctured water balloon as unidentifiable fluids leaked out. Morty stood, shaking with a mixture of fear and repressed anger, a thin coil of smoke
"What the fuck kind of design is this?" yelled Rick as, free from his attackers grip, he swung a fist at the other blue alien, his hardened fist smacking into its brain with a sort of wet sticky thud as blood vessels ruptured. "What sentient species puts its brain on the outside of its body?" Morty, for his part, was busy screaming with terror as he fired round after round into the gorilla, the pistol's bolts of energy leaving burn marks but no lasting damage against the alien, which was now industriously babbling about "hu-mans."
Rick reached over his back and produced a small stick of metal; flicking a switch, it telescoped and expanded into the glowing laser rifle that he had been working on just hours ago in the library. As the misshapen ape thing scooped Morty up into its simian arms, it was totally oblivious - perhaps because its head was logically restricted to whatever it could see from out of a diving helmet - to Rick drawing a bead on the extraterrestrial... and it died oblivious when said laser blast blew the ape's head clean off its body.
Rick leaned against a building and sighed, catching his breath before rubbing his hand against the cut on his head and taking a long drink. "I was not in control there, Morty."
"Oh, y-you think? You think so?"
"Shut up, Morty. Obviously the- the big thing here is that it's not just elephants or, or, whatever. Okay, new rule until we reach the lab - we go from building to building whenever we can. No going out into the streets like sitting ducks. In fact, I say we duck into-" Rick trailed off and wrinkled his nose. "Morty, did you just fart?"
"What? No."
"Oh, yeah, no, that's- that's what they all say-" Rick's slowly recovering ego quickly took another dive when the trio of aliens responsible for the smell lumbered into view. They were hulking, red-skinned behemoths
, each one of them brandishing stocky energy rifles almost as long as their forearms. They carried themselves with the same sort of cocksure swagger as high school jocks and were casually wandering through the streets firing bolts of acidic green energy at just about anything that moves.
"Oh jeez." One of them saw the elderly man and decidedly un jock-ish teenager scrambling for the nearest pile of rubble. Its piggy little eyes widened in anticipation as it and its two comrades lumbered after them. The high-pitched vocalizations that their prey made as they sprinted for the nearest building meant little to them.
edited 6th Nov '17 2:08:15 PM by Locoman
Dark Sun, what choices have I...?
Just eight murdering hunks of metal wasn't too hard to keep track of. I kept count. One got several rounds right in its face, which made seven. Two more got lasered, leaving five. Hey, that was Wells from the church, wasn't it? One more took a rocket hammer to the back, of all things. Four down, four to go, make that three because one of the two still in the air couldn't handle getting machine gunned any longer...I was fairly confident the guys on the ground had things under control, all things considered.
I grappled for a short time with the last one in the air, managing to take out one of its legs. For a while it moved through the air erratically, having only one foot to propel itself, before it crashed into the wall of a nearby building. Sure hope no one was in there. If there was...whoops.
Yeah, not gonna think about that too hard.
I looked under me, about to float down oh jesus when did I get this high up ok. Easy. It was just...floating down. Gently...I could take my sweet time with this, couldn't I? Oh, that drone torso was still moving wait now it wasn't. Yeah, just...causally float down, like a leaf or something.
That wasn't so bad.
Something red twitched to my left, and I hit it with a frying pan. That did the trick, least as far as I could tell. ”So, are we done for now? Do we need to find a healer or something?"
I checked around me. Well, look who showed up. "I didn't see you punching anything, where were you," I told Rex, not sure whether I was trying to make a joke or mock him.
i guess you can watch me shitpost i guess
Rex looked at Makoto and realized she had been shot and tried to take the bullet out of her body with her brass knuckles that was a) completely gross, b) probably not something she should be doing in the first place, and c) really really gross.
"Eww, taking out bullets like that can't be healthy for you"
After being chastised for keeping his guard down, Rex decided to move over to the next topic "That lizard was just lucky"
But ti seemed as if the city didn't agree with him because after Anat ran over the 'lucky dog' to make sure it was really dead, more alien blood came out of it and drenched Rex's shirt.
"Come on, it's not like I didn't need a shower already"
Lewis was out there too, for some reason he decided to help fight the invaders but that was weird of him. It was nice of him but Rex didn't really see him as the action kinda guy. The apron he was wearing didn't help at all. Oh and he wanted to know where Rex was and implied he had done nothing to help. Nevermind him being nice.
"What? Did you see the lizard I just took down?" he said, pointing at the blood and goo covering his clothes "Back me up here, Makoto"
Prison Entrance
Makoto decided to ignore Rex's sharp commentary about how healthy her self-doctoring methods were in favor. Did he expect her to just go all the way to the hospital like that? When another militia member with a shotgun came in and asked if she was alright. Oh right, still bloody.
"I'm fine, it looks bad, but I'm already healed," she said to her. Outside, Wells and a new armored soldier forced their way to the prison doors with laser rifles and a hammer, cutting down drones. The wave of invaders seemed completely handled now, so maybe she didn't have to jump back in. As soon as Lewis came around the corner to talk to Rex, any sort of planning about what to do next disappeared. She'd forgotten it during the battle, but now it was back again.
By the time Rex asked her to back him up, Makoto had put about ten feet of distance between herself and Lewis, and her revolver gun was out and pointed at his chest. Her hands were shaking slightly. The motorcycle that had been quietly parked revved up and turned to face the skeletal figure, watching him for any sudden movements.
"T-that's a...that's a ghost..." she said, more to herself than anyone else. And it was probably a real one if it was here, in the city.
THE SLORG!
"I don't suppose either of you can fly a bunch of people or teleport or anything, no? Then come on, we're doing this the hard way" Phillip said, leading the civilians down the street.
Nails followed with, listening to his walkie talkie for a moment. "More inbound; we've gotta hurry" Nails told them simply, as they rushed to the next intersection and took a turn after looking around.
There was a louder, angrier roar as a different style of the same alien as the others showed up,
◊ its red armor seeming befitting of the rage it seemed to be exerting. After slamming its fists and Wolverine-wannabe claws into the street, at charged forward, looking intent to bull right through Rick and Morty's cover and presumably keep going right through the both of them as well.
But then a dashing voice with a slightly British accent rang through the street. "TALLY HO!" Something leapt off a nearby rooftop, and came down towards the berserker in a spinning flurry of tentacles and swords. Sir Redring slammed into and started grappling with the beast, slashing at it where he could but mainly just keeping it busy as it tried in vain to get a grip on him and pry him off. "Now you seem quite the ruffian, but I've fought bigger and stronger than you!" the octopode boasted as his assault continued.
With the drones down, the pig orcs gathered themselves at that front wall, and greeted Wells as he came in. "Report. Is the prison alright?" Wells said to them, not stopping his walk towards the front lobby.
"I think the only damage is the front gate and the lobby, sir" one of the pig orcs replied.
"Good, let's hope it stays that way" Wells muttered, and approached the front doors.
Wells moved into the lobby right about the same time that the other militia members were returning with boxes of ammo; and one of them had a familiar green device on their arm- it looked the same as the one Miss Tairee used to heal people at the library. "Anybody need healing?!" that militia member called out, moving forward to check on people.
Wells looked around and saw Makoto aiming her revolver at Lewis. "What the heck are you doing? Stand down!" Wells barked at her.
Then their walkie talkies sounded up with the voice of everyone's (least) favorite space marine again. "Another wave of ships is incoming. There are some larger ones this time" Brother Marcus reported, his voice sounding fairly level and resolved, even as the faint noise of his chainsword in the background revealed that he was currently engaged in combat.
Eight Four had followed Wells to the door, but then paused and looked back out and up as he heard large engines passing overhead. A three hundred meter long ship,
◊ probably the biggest so far, flew into view, bringing itself to a stop over part of the city. "Covenant?" Eight Four muttered, in a surprised and familiar tone; his accent sounded a little bit Italian, of all things. Wells looked over at Eight Four, and then at the ship.
"You know them?" Wells asked simply.
"Yeah... They're bad news" Eight Four answered simply.
You are reading this.
A couple of the lower rabbits noticeably cringed as Hibiki shout-asked them something important. Their ears twitched, and one in the back armed with a machine gun outright said "We can hear you just fine!"
However, their leader, the Colonel, remained steadfast, still scowling as much as her girlish face could manage. "WE'RE NOT HERE TO MEET YOU! START FILING OUT FOR AN IMMEDIATE AND BINDING PURIFICATION!"
She lowered her megaphone for a few seconds, continuing to stare daggers at Hibiki, before she looked to the side. As a last minute addition, she raised her megaphone again and said "BY FIRING SQUAD!"
During and after the immediate execution of the remaining drones, Yoshika had a sudden realization: fuck this thing was dangerous. She had some mortality in her now, and the thought of carrying around something that was literally spraying liquid pain everywhere was really, really threatening to her. Besides, what if it exploded? That was before her candid observation, though, and therefore adds nothing to this current conversation or the plot as a whole.
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
Gon, still trying to get out of the main streets
Gon was able to get the weird men out of the picture by shooting at them to at least make them withdraw after he threw his man shield on the ground and shot him thrice in the chest.
"Damn! What the hell is going on?"
He decided to go through the side streets and hopes to meet with the others.
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Prison Front/Entrance
Taurus Fire was too busy trying to remove his head from the fridge to even see the grenade round coming, and was engulfed by the explosion. He staggered backwards out of the cloud of smoke and dust, the fridge completely destroyed and his body visibly charred and dented. He was giving off red sparks of energy through cracks in his plating, and his half closed eyes fell on the pig-orc holding the launcher. He took a deep breath and shot out a stream of flames across the yard at him in a desperate final attack.
Back at the entrance to the prison, Makoto was still frozen in place. She had barely noticed Fastanook take Jackson from her and run off, but a spray of bullets from one of the huge drones was enough to snap her out of it. It caught her off guard, most of the bullets missing her directly, but a few hit her in the chest and leg. Her magic-reinforced leather armor absorbed a good amount of the ammo's piercing power, but it still left her bruised, bleeding, and feeling a sort of phantom pain from where her bike had been struck too. She almost fell off her bike, but forced herself to stay on and drive away from the drone, one hand covering a darkening spot on her torso.
"Dammit..." All thoughts of Lewis had been forgotten, replaced by anger and the stinging sensation of the bullet stuck in her. This was turning out to be a great day. "Freidyne!" she yelled, circling around the drone as Anat revved up and glowed with power. A spark of energy shot towards the drone's chest area, and then another nuclear blue explosion went off. She could pick the bullet out and heal herself up after she got inside.
edited 4th Nov '17 7:03:52 PM by ScorpioRat