"It's a laboratory, not a battlefield." said Belle, taking another copy of the blueprints and handing them to the sniper, "I'd assume any high places would be sufficient sniping locations."
Meanwhile, the inside of the building was still blocked by an old, most likely weak and brittle door. The windows too, but if one looked inside, they'd see it was dark. The only light being the light that peered through the cracks.
Ray felt a little guilty about lying to the princess' face. Yes, age had bankrolled an experiment that had created horrible monsters and was endangering people, but she was paying him.
"Hey. Don't worry none." Ray said to Bella. "That lab? Baby, we'll have it turned into a nice, cosy smoking crater in an hour." He got up from the chair, sliding his arms into the sleeves of his jacket, the armored plates clanking.
"Hey, stay beautiful till I get back." Ray said, blowing a kiss to her as he exited the ship. He walked towards the building, flanking Kit.
"You're good with computers?" Ray asked. As he heard Aegis, he recognized her as an AI. He'd heard about that sort of thing, but never seen one growing up. A cyborg that had an integrated AI? That was a bit high-end for where he came from.
"Could AEGIS control this robot by remote?" He asked, patting the machine he had gotten from the Martian princess. "She could have it go in, have a look around. Maybe we won't even have go in there." He said.
"Nyx is the AI, AEGIS is the shield droid."
Kit indicated as he walked towards the facility, the flying shield buzzing as it went a little ahead.
"But yeah, she can control anything we can connect to, provided we have or can bypass proper authorisation. That'd help but I doubt she'd have hired this many of us if it was that simple."
As Kit approached the door, he took a knife out of a small sheath on his belt. He pressed a small button on the hilt and it suddenly lit up, the knife heating. He stabbed into the door and cut along the edge, creating a door-sized hole rather than just opening the door. Before Kit stepped in, Nyx activated the light (a small thing equivalent to a torch) on AEIGS and flew the droid in first.
The Martian Princess rolled her eyes, less then impressed by Ray.
Inside the building, with whatever light that was used, it could see that the ground was...moist. And looked sticky. Like some ooze had fallen onto it. There were various tables with computers and still-filled chemicals that sat there flatly, having not been touched in months. A light clicking noise, as if something was walking around. It sounded metallic, as if some kind of robot or droid.
"Well that's not ominous at all."
Kit raised his blaster and slowly started walking through the base. He made his way through until he found the computers and then tried to boot one up.
Meanwhile, Nyx continued piloting AEGIS through the building. After detecting it, she started trying to locate the source of the noise.
After pausing for a moment to observe their surroundings, Kitcha took after the Kit and company, her three knives held at the ready with tense grips as she caught up with the front of the pack. Her sword had been re-sheathed for the moment, freeing her fourth arm to rest near her cloaking device to be ready at a trigger's notice.
"So..." she turned towards Ray. "... when she said destroy EVERYTHING, she meant... whatever's in these beakers too, right...?" She reiterated, giving the chemicals a nervous stare. "I'm no chemistry expert, but uh... am I the only one who thinks our best bet at disposing of these without getting anything horrible splashed onto us is a long-range weapon that can disintegrate matter? Wink wink, nudge nudge?" She suggested, winking and nudging towards the man with the raygun.
edited 12th Jan '16 7:42:20 PM by Cedi
Ray followed the others, sticking close to Kit with the Starslayer clutched in his hands. He had set it to shoot electricity. Before entering, he had also put the pistol he had taken from the martian soldier in the bar in one of his pockets. He figured it might come in handy, was all.
"I would, but actually, I was thinking." Ray said to Kitcha, and in fact, anyone else in the room. Now that they were in and the droid was far enough away, he was going to talk openly. Still kind of quiet, though. The droid seemed to indicate that none of the mutants were too close, but he didn't want to take any more risks than he had to. "I'm no scientist either. But they sunk a lot of money into this lab. The research notes could be pretty valuable."
"Now, I'm not saying we should blackmail the martian empire. But lets say we run into a scientist who can use it to develop medicine?" Ray said, taking one of the beakers and examining it. "I'm just sayin', it seems a shame to let all the money Princess back there dumped into this place go to waste, y'know? And of course, Kit here" He clapped his hand on Kit's shoulder "has veto power, and if not everyone's on board with it, we can just blow the place to smithereens." He would have shot something at this point, but he didn't want to alert the mutants.
edited 12th Jan '16 7:56:39 PM by HeroicSociopath
A low hum came from the computer he pressed and in a flash of light, it came on. When it flashed on, it looked to have come up to a Password Screen with 10 Characters. The screen seemed fuzzy on the far left, seeming to have been cracked.
As the droid came over to the source of the noise, it would see that it was some kind of droid. It looked humanoid enough-except for the spider-like legs it walked with. Upon closer inspection, it looked like it's arm was organic and looked to ooze more of the ooze. It's head had a jaw with sharp teeth and upon seeing the AEGIS, it pounced on the bot, swinging it's club-like arm.
As the gooey droid attacked AEGIS, its mechanics retracted and it fell to the floor. Although the attack hit, AEIGS reverted to shield form in time and simply descended with a metallic clang. It wasn't fast enough to escape and had no weapon capabilities, so Nyx just left it there to be collected later.
"Some kind of cyber monster down the hall."
Kit just made assorted contemplative noises as he sat at the computer. A section of one of his fingers retracted, revealing a strange mechanical plug, and he looked for a port to plug it into. Any would do - the port was designed to shift its machinery around to accommodate different shapes and mechanisms. He entered 'aaaaaaaaaa' into the password screen and monitored it to check if too many incorrect passwords would shut anything down. After some delay, he finally responded to Ray.
"That... Well, I see your point but that's pretty damn risky. We can't be sure she doesn't know what we're doing."
"I-"
Kitcha began to speak, as the droid's crash was heard from down the hall.
"... I'll get back to you on that," she delayed her response to Ray's offer, activating her cloaking device. Stepping through the hall as a shimmering outline of a bug woman, she drew closer to the security bot, hoping it wasn't one of those types that can detect cloaking effects. She kept a firm grip on one of her daggers, holding it close as to keep it within her camoflauge's field of effect, as she tried to study the security droid. Preferably, to see if it had any particular joints or plates that looked REALLY integral, fragile, or otherwise like a good thing to stab.
There was a nice snug access-point for Kit to plug into, the computer denying the password. But there didn't seem to be any sort of password limitation to keep Kit out of the computer if he kept failing.
Meanwhile, the Droid-Mutant Hybrid was shot by Snake Eyes, hissing as he turned to the Biotron. He prepared to lunge at him before his nose seemed to pick something up. He prepared to swing his club-like arm at Kitchia, but was stabbed in one of the many openings-with his limbs sticking out of the robotic shell that was slowly falling apart as it was, it seemed easy enough to hit the fleshy bits as the Mutant squealed and tried to spew his ooze at her.
The high cabinets and hanging light fixtures would have to do for high places. Hopefully Shira was acrobatic enough to leap up there.
"Well, here goes nothing."
Now properly connected to the computer, Kit just started entering passwords directly into the system, trying to brute force the password. With ten characters this meant there were far too many possible combinations for somebody to enter normally but given that a computer can process far faster than a human can think, he stood a chance, lapsing into a subconscious routine. To everybody else, he would just appear to slump over as characters speedily scrolled across the screen and disappeared.
"...We're brute-forcing it, really? You waste us, Kit."
edited 13th Jan '16 2:11:46 PM by TenebrousGaze
Nonononono! Kitcha refrained from shouting in disgust, rolling to the side to weave by the abomination's ooze. She knelt against the ground, deactivating her cloak seeing as it sure didn't work in this scenario.
Sorry, Mulki, but you gotta get down and dirty today... more than usual, anyway, She thought to her blade, holding her arm back. With a swift thrust forward, she hurled the curved dagger at the biodroid's flesh, dashing back towards the other end of the hall as to form a pincer formation between her and the others.
Password Accepted
And bing, he had access to all of the files that appeared onto the screen. They seemed to be labled, such as 'Week 1-50', 'The First Cell', 'It's Alive', and 'Techno-Organic'.
With a combination of stabbing and gunshots from Kitchia and Snakeye, the Bio-Droid fell onto the ground as it's odd purple blood spilled onto the ground. Upon closer inspection-or at least, inspection without the adrenaline pumping, they'd see it's flesh resembled Martian-at least, Martians that her muddy, stretched, and implanted with technology.
Meanwhile, from atop her perch, she'd see that the rest of the room appeared to be empty. Nothing but the whirring of the old cameras going left to right could be heard inside the, but trails of the mutant's odd fluid was leading out into the hallway.
"Well, here are the files. The files I am meant to delete. The secret files."
Kit sighed deeply as the cursor hovered over one of the files. The job was to destroy everything and he planned to go ahead with that. But still, he just didn't trust their employer. Kit just stood there deliberating as the others walked around.
"One down, X-ty to go..." Kitcha casually declared, stepping hesitantly towards the monster. With a slight wince, she pulled the blade out of the beastly corpse, shaking the dagger lightly to let its ooze drip back onto the floor. Not any floor anyone was going to stand on, anyway.
"So... about the whole... taking some of this stuff with us, thing..." the Urani returned the topic, approaching Ray with a skeptical tilt of her antennae. "OK, some of this stuff MIGHT cure a cancer or two, but... and call me crazy here... I REALLY don't think that anyone intended to turn this lab into a house of horrors," she sarcastically theorized, folding her lower arms. "And I doubt that a Martian freaking princess would hire any less than the best for this kind of deal. I'm just saying, if even ROYAL SCIENTISTS screwed up this bad..." she lowered her eyes, her tone gradually shifting from aggressive to concerned... no... to fearful. "... how can we trust that this won't happen again?"
Ray would have had to be dead not to hear the chorus of carnage from down the hall. But Kit was zonked out, and he had to cover him while he hacked the terminal. He figured the others could handle themselves. And if some sort of mutant found Kit while he was like that, Ray was willing to bet he'd be lunch in a few seconds.
It seemed like eternity before Kit finished, though in reality, it was only seconds. "We could take it, and just not use it. Don't need to choose right now." Ray said, then headed down the hall, footsteps echoing through the deserted corridors.
"Is everyone alright?" He asked the others, then stepped over to the cyborg's carcass, where Kit was.
"Maybe it's just a matter of putting it in the right hands? Like I said, if you're not on board, we can just get rid of it." Ray shrugged. "They were trying to make super soldiers. The problem wasn't that they messed up. The problem is they succeeded."

Shira takes her gun out of it's case and inspects it briefly.
... Charge should be enough for now..
".. Well, I'm ready. Are you aware of any places that would make good sniping positions inside?"
we will survive.