Session 2 4

The Integrated give Spyboy and B^4 a heads-up moments before sensors detect turrets powering up.
Spyboy: "TRIPLE-A!"
Zinda Tegram pulls back on her throttle and starts rolling to the side to throw off the incoming fire.
Zinda Tegram: (On radio:) "You guys numb? The hell are you doing?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Stupid software. I've yet to find a way to disable emoticons….
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yeah same. : (
[OOC] Abraham: What are you using?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Prolly ruined my : // O emote too.
[OOC] Spyboy: KVIrc here
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Mibbit. I'm pedestrian.
[OOC] WC GM: mIRC here. No emoticons. Don't worry, they won't show in the log.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Excellent.
[OOC] WC GM: Other than as the straight text elements, anyway.
[OOC] Abraham: Well, you've probably been told this, but try using
[OOC] Abraham: I can't remember if it does emoticons, but it's far more stable than mibbit.
[OOC] Hrrin: Pidgin has the most boring and dry interface, but it's workable.
Abraham swerves around the shots. "Cease firing. Now."
[OOC] Spyboy: Have they started shooting, or are the turrets just powering up?
[OOC] WC GM: Just powering up.
[OOC] WC GM: Actually, check that. A few shots - warning shots.
[OOC] Abraham: Woops. Guess we jumped the gun…
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yeah, Zinda's just maneuvering early.
[OOC] Abraham: Ah. K then.
[OOC] WC GM: Eh, two have already reacted, may as well go with it.
Silence greets Abraham from the radio. It does not appear that a good chain of command controls the turrets.
Zinda Tegram: "Spyboy, there any integrated on that station to give a sitrep?"
This impression is reinforced when the turrets begin shooting at one another.
Spyboy uses his interpersonal skills - combined with the implant - to assess who is in charge over…
Hrrin: "Ah, good, they've got some of the turrets claimed. Not a one-sided affair, this."
Spyboy: "Yeah, I got a warning about the turrets right before they came up on scan. I still can't make sense of what I'm seeing."
Abraham: "It would seem the chain of command is… snarled."
Spyboy: "Happens every mutiny. Once you decide the chain of command doesn't help everything goes to pieces."
Spyboy gets an impression of chaos. It does not seem that even the Integrated agree. Looking into it gives him a bit of a headache, processing conflicting requests for assistance.
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: + 0 + - (Base: 3 Total: 4) (Alertness(Zinda starts flying close and fast next to the station's surface, looking for some nook or cranny where there's a blind spot in the turret coverage to park her ship.))
Spyboy: "Both sides have Integrated on them. And I don't mean as spies, I mean even the Integrated are split."
Spyboy: "It looks like the Nephilim did a very good job of weakening the opposition."
Abraham sighs. "Okay, when a turret opens fire on you, feel free to return the favor, but try to keep it to the ones actually firing on you."
Zinda Tegram: "Did you pass along the information that there should be no further plague-threat?"
Hrrin: "The trans-Lago are split? Seriously? What's so divisive about this?"
Spyboy: "I'm having a hard time sorting it out. Heggy, any idea?"
Abraham: "Anything can be divisive, especially when you know all the secrets."
Hrrin: Hrrin thinks of her time as a political mouthpiece for the Confederation. "Indeed."
B-4: "Unclear? I'm not getting much from them, though at least they're not spamming me with requests the way they are you."
B-4: "Probably, though, has to do with attacking Terrans."
It takes Zinda a bit, but she soon finds a hangar not covered by active turrets. It should be safe to dock there.
Zinda Tegram: "I have us an entrance point, over here."
Spyboy: "That doesn't explain why both sides would be asking for my help."
B-4: "Not you personally, necessarily. Besides, you're one of them now."
Spyboy: "Yeah, true…."
Abraham: "Good eyes, Zinda. Lead us in. Everyone, be prepared for a fight as soon as we dock."
Zinda Tegram maneuvers into the safe-hangar and anchors herself in with the tow-cable.
[OOC] Spyboy: Eh, spin-grav station, so…
[OOC] WC GM: You go in through a slot on the side, then drop to the floor.
[OOC] WC GM: Gravity anchor - no need to cable-anchor, unless you're worried about being 'jacked.
[OOC] Spyboy: She's always worried about that. Professional paranoia.
[OOC] Spyboy: Even if I got rid of my Zinda-tow-cable aspect.
[OOC] Hrrin: Did you replace it with one for her boarding torch?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I am worried about it being jacked actually.
[OOC] Spyboy: "Oh, No! She's Got Out The Boarding Torch Again!"
[OOC] WC GM: Okay then. And…perhaps not entirely an irrational worry.
[OOC] Abraham: Actually, that's not a bad idea. Lockdown the entire station so the mutineers can't escape.
[OOC] Hrrin: Hrrin, for one, is sure as hell making sure her ship's locked down. But perhaps this should be IC?
Zinda Tegram doesn't power down her ship, but instead sets it to run in drone mode with orders to maintain a perimeter. Warning shots first, of course. Leaving it hovering in the hangar, she pops open the frame and slides out.
Abraham follows Zinda's example and anchors his fighter with the tow-cable after he disembarks.
Spyboy: "Alright, I want to point out that this is pretty much the only place in the system where I wouldn't trust my hacking, for a number of reasons."
Abraham: "Noted."
Spyboy follows Abraham and Zinda's lead.
[OOC] Spyboy: Abraham's flying his own fighter at this point in time, right? So Hrrin's on her own.
Abraham: "However, we will be relying on you and Heggy to identify which of the integrated are mutineers."
[OOC] Abraham: What? No. I locked Hrrin in the fighter. Obviously. :P
Hrrin: "If we've a minute, I can take out the orrdinary magnetic locks, such that the fail-safes will clamp down and leave them there. Tow-cable can be cut. Redundancies."
Zinda Tegram: "Spyboy, can we get a map of the station?"
Hrrin is, in fact, already arranging such a set up for the Lynx's Eye.
Spyboy: "Yeah. Hang a mo."
[OOC] Abraham: le sigh. BRB
Zinda Tegram: "Excellent. Before we do anything else, we need intel. Where's the closest security station? I want access to the surveillance feeds."
Spyboy sends a map to Zinda's personal computer.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: You mean her ship? x D
Spyboy: "There'll be one right by the hangar."
[OOC] Abraham: back.
Spyboy: "This way."
[OOC] Spyboy: Roommate troubles?
Zinda Tegram: "Sounds good. How much do we care about collateral damage?"
Abraham: "Send that to everyone's comp please."
[OOC] Abraham: Nah. Just needed to clean up a little mess in my computer area.
Zinda Tegram adjusts her flight-suit helmet and clicks heat vision on. Mammals should stand out against the tightly controlled station atmosphere.
B-4: "Yep, that definitely explains why the factions split."
Zinda Tegram: "Eh?"
Spyboy: "One of the sides was backed by another set of aliens. This state of being will exist for another three…"
Spyboy: "Two…One…"
Abraham: "We should try to keep it to a minimum, but our safety comes first."
Zinda Tegram puts her hand on Spyboy's shoulder. "Hey."
Spyboy: "Yeah?"
Zinda Tegram: "What state. What third group of aliens? Alien from who's perspective?"
The security station is found soon enough - offline, locked down, and a little worse for the fighting that happened near it earlier.
A sudden bout of blaster fire is heard from down the hall.
Spyboy: "You can't guess? What other third group of aliens has been around here? They didn't recognize them until I guessed. The factions have reunited - among the Integrated, at least."
Spyboy focuses sharply on the present.
B-4 winces and mutters "Ow."
Zinda Tegram rolls a smoke down the hall.
Hrrin: "So, we're back to Human - Neph -Lago -?"
Abraham: "Well, fewer lagos anyway, but at least the integrated are integrated again."
Zinda Tegram: "That was fast."
Zinda Tegram: "Spyboy, can you see if you can pull any records from that machine? We still need a sitrep."
Spyboy: "Well, you can be confused and frightened and betrayed, and sucseptible to manipulation - but if you find the truth from a source you trust implicitly? Things can change rather fast."
Zinda Tegram lies down and rolls out into the hall, lying prone and aiming into the smoke.
Spyboy: "There are definitely Integrated over there. I'm not sure where."
Blaster fire comes back from the smoke.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I have thermals on and it's not thermal smoke, I should be able to see them? : P
Zinda sees thermal smoke behind her smoke.
Zinda Tegram: "Assholes."
[OOC] Spyboy: Any way I can map Neph location to Zinda?
Zinda Tegram returns fire.
[OOC] Spyboy: Augmented reality feed, something like that?
Spyboy: "Integrated Lagos on one side, Nephs on the other."
[OOC] WC GM: Not directly, since there's no data feed.
[OOC] WC GM: Or rather, incompatible hardware. They're interfaced through your brain.
[OOC] WC GM: So, *you* have to do the mapping.
Spyboy: "Focus on the left, Zinda. The Lago to the right is on our side."
[OOC] Spyboy: Also presumably knows not to shoot at Zinda via me.
Zinda Tegram: "I don't have a visual. Aim at the left side of the smoke?"
Abraham: "Spyboy, how do we open a network link to the station's computers? That way the integrated can map Nephilim locations on the map in real time."
Spyboy: "Zinda, do you have an AR feed? Heggy, get that panel for me."
Spyboy pulls out his computer and starts hooking it to various bits in the security room's now-exposed consoles.
B-4: "What we would have done to get access like this as kids…"
Zinda Tegram: "The helmet can do AR for me, if you can give me coordinates relative to my position in a 3DM file."
Spyboy: "Never had military-grade hack-kits back then, either."
Hrrin: "Hah, I remember those days."
Spyboy: "Heggy, see if you can drop the Neph on Zinda's helmet, will ya?"
B-4: "Got it."
Zinda Tegram rolls back into the doorway, sits up, pulls a sensor orb off her belt, and rolls it down the hall way.
B-4 pulls out her own computer and starts interfacing.
It is most definitely manual interfacing, but before long, Zinda has targets, with the Integrated acting as spotter.
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: - + + - (Base: 6 Total: 6) (Gunnery, guess-tagging "There's an integrated giving me overlays by looking at stuff.")
Abraham: "Well done, both of you."
Zinda Tegram: "Do they have environment suits?"
Spyboy: "Mmm, I've gotten some of the security protocols but the rest I can't crack. It'll take authorization by an O-6."
Spyboy hand Abraham a microphone.
Those Neph are soon down. And these ones even left bodies…well, presumably, inside their armor.
[OOC] Hrrin: Augh, AFK, need to do dishes real quick. Faster if I don't multitask.
Abraham: "Ah right." Takes the microphone. "Abraham Bounty. Authroization: Glory. Majesty. Unity."
Zinda Tegram throws another sensor orb out to try and confirm that the space is clear.
Spyboy: "And we're in."
It is clear, though the lack of blaster fire was Zinda's first clue.
[OOC] Abraham: Was seriously tempted to make the code 'Once there was a maiden…'.
Zinda Tegram sniggers. "Is that selected randomly? Well, I guess it's better than 'Chemistry Snowdrop Awareness Backwash"
Abraham: "Nothing random about it. Very deliberately, mathematically chosen."
Zinda Tegram presses her back to the wall. "Do we have a location on Wenser?"
Spyboy: "I'm running a search based on hangers where his shuttle could have docked."
Zinda Tegram: "Alright."
Between increasingly-coherent Integrated reports and the security feed, the situation becomes clear. There are a few handfuls of hotspots of fighting all over the station, most on this end. Wenser's crew does not appear to have docked.
Zinda Tegram mutters. "Wenser, you…"
Zinda Tegram taps into her ship's radio. "Geoffrey, watch out if someone doubles back for the salvage target. Someone's not doing what we thought."
Geoffrey: "Acknowledged. We've just reached it now."
Zinda Tegram: "Be very careful, we can't guarantee you're alone there anymore."
Abraham: "Spyboy, can we get the bay visual logs? I want to see what happened to Wenser."
Geoffrey: "Of course. We're boarding with pistols in one hand."
Zinda Tegram looks at the map again. "I want to clear this place -soon-. We're going carving."
Zinda Tegram traces a straight line from her position to the command room on the map.
Spyboy: "I can try but I haven't seen any sign of him. There are a couple bays. Our best bet is the command room, check the STC logs for where his shuttle went."
The line goes through some walls. This is not a new thing for Zinda.
Zinda Tegram clicks on her torch and sets to work.
Abraham: "Sounds good to me."
Hrrin: "Do you rrreally think we have the time for cutting?"
Zinda Tegram: "It's faster than you think."
Zinda Tegram clicks the torch to maximum power and rapidly and haphazardly draws an outline of a door before kicking it in.
Abraham notes Hrrin's nervousness, she never drags out her Rs normally, but does not comment.
Zinda Tegram: "We used to use some weird shit with thermite in an aerosol, but found this more reliable."
Hrrin: "The advantage of speed is well worth it, I suppose." Hrrin has seen the thermite-and-aerosol version. She does not like it.
Abraham feels cheated. His science class never did anything that fun.
It takes several minutes to get outside the command room - which has reinforced walls.
Hrrin: "Hah."
Zinda Tegram: "Well, let's check the ceiling."
Zinda Tegram burns some hand-holds into the opposite wall and starts carving a hole in the ceiling.
[OOC] WC GM: …I'll let Abraham and/or Spyboy interrupt her before she starts.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: : DDD
[OOC] WC GM: Since they'd have sufficiently prior warning.
There was some heavy battling here, but the fighting seems to have moved off. The door is still locked solid, though.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: The floor above, or the zone around the command center?
Spyboy: "Whoa now."
Spyboy: "It's a space station. It'll have a reinforced ceiling."
Zinda Tegram: "Eh, alright."
Spyboy: "With reactive armor."
Zinda Tegram: "Yowch."
Zinda Tegram: "What about the door?"
Zinda Tegram walks around the door and checks out the door frame.
Now that she is looking for it - yeah, the door's trapped too.
Spyboy: "Probably large enough to serve as a heat dump. Please don't cut it, it might not open properly."
One of the few places on the station.
Hrrin: "Who do we figure's inside, and how much do we care?"
Spyboy: "Probably the command staff, with the rogue turrets on local control. Probably."
Abraham: "Also I want those logs to confirm that Wenser's not here somewhere."
Zinda Tegram: "And atmosphere controls."
Spyboy makes a phone call.
Zinda Tegram: "Could start creating pressure differences and try to move the neph around."
[OOC] WC GM: Who ya gonna call?
Zinda Tegram takes a closer look at the door-trap.
[OOC] Spyboy: Command post.
CommandPost: "Speak."
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda: looking for anything in particular?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Just trying to see if I can spring it safely, what sort of trap it is in particular.
[OOC] WC GM: This is a military-grade trap, and high-quality. It revolves around themes of, "…and then it blows up in your face, killing you or destroying whatever you're manipulating it with".
[OOC] WC GM: There is a marked contrast in the quality between this and what you saw on the Hotel Cannon.
Spyboy: "Ah, Lieutenant Junior Grade Michael Pearson with Captain Bounty, requesting access to the command post."
[OOC] WC GM: It is probably faster to let the others talk their way in.
[OOC] Abraham: Is the style markely non-Confed/Orzy?
CommandPost: "…put him on."
[OOC] WC GM: The style is markedly Confed.
Spyboy hands Abraham the computer.
Abraham: "This is Captain Bounty."
CommandPost: "Sir! Please tell me you brought reinforcements!"
Abraham: "I presume I am about to be quizzed on my Captain Bountyness."
CommandPost: "We have your voiceprint on file, sir."
Zinda Tegram: "Yo."
[OOC] Spyboy: Reactive armor explodes when penetrated, specifically to disrupt plasma lances and destroy physical penetrators. It's not even necessarily a trap, just convenient.
CommandPost: "We've lost all sensors outside the post. Have you secured the area?"
Abraham: "Ah. And yes, I have brought a handful of specialists, which will be more than sufficient I think."
Spyboy: "The immediate area is secure, at least."
…aside from the party, and a few corpses from earlier fighting, the area is empty.
Abraham: "The corridor immediately outside the door is secure."
CommandPost: "Opening door."
The door CLICKS, then opens…
…and opens…
Spyboy: "Looks like fighting moved away from here; either loyalists rallied or the infils didn't know where they were going…."
Abraham: "Thank you."
…and opens…
Spyboy: "…..or were going somewhere….else…"
…seriously, two - no, three - meter thick doors?
It takes a full minute to open.
[OOC] Spyboy: Sure. It would take that much to keep Zinda out.
Abraham: "Keep an eye out. It would be embarrassing if the area were to become unsecure."
Inside is a bit ripe, but mostly sweat from fear. There is a breeze as the officers reconnect the atmospheric systems - they had been on total lockdown.
Several dozen uniformed crew salute as the door fully opens.
Abraham: "Status report, officer."
Abraham returns the salute.
Zinda Tegram stands at the door, peaking out and keeping watch.
Officer: "Sir! Fighting began approximately two hours ago, following your orders to shoot the infested refugee ship!"
Officer: "Control of turrets facing the ship was lost before a shot could be fired."
Zinda Tegram: "….Abraham never gave that order."
Abraham: "Miss Tegram is correct, but please continue. We'll come back to that latter."
Spyboy: "Probably the infils. Which is bad - apparently they can mimic your voiceprint."
Hrrin , at the sight of 'feds, stands up straighter and adopts the carefully-not-too-feral look of readiness.
Officer: "This followed a medical alert from the previous ship. Contagion was detected but contained. Samples identified as Kilrathi biowar designs, though ones they never employed."
Abraham nods in a 'please continue' fashion.
Hrrin ears stiffen. They were already upright, but…
[OOC] Abraham: Is that the end?
[OOC] WC GM: No, was PMing.
[OOC] Abraham: ah.
Officer: "Fighting reached the corridor outside, so per standard protocol, we went on lockdown. External sensors were shot out, and communications severed. Our last feed from outside was twenty-two minutes before you called."
Officer: "And you know the rest."
Zinda Tegram: "We need the docking records."
Abraham: "Please. We need to know if Admiral Wenser is here somewhere."
Zinda Tegram: "He was supposed to arrive prior to us with a contingent of Marines."
Hrrin: Hrrin can't hold her tongue any longer. "Additionally. Kilrathi *do* *not* engage in dishonorable biological warrfarre tactics."
Officer: "Admiral Wenser?" Blink. "Last I heard he was in Armstrong, preparing for your ceremony."
Officer: "We'd have heard if he was in-system."
Zinda Tegram glances back at Hrrin. "I sincerely doubt our bio-warfare agents are Kilrah."
Zinda Tegram chuckles. "Oh, he's in system. Or was."
Abraham: "We have been getting conflicting reports, so we'd like to just be sure."
Hrrin: "Considerring the only in-system population…I would hope so."
Zinda Tegram frowns. "Do you have atmosphere controls?"
Officer: "Of course we do. In the event of lock down, this command center is designed to be completely self-contained."
Zinda Tegram: "I meant for the rest of the shipyards."
Spyboy: "With no sensor feeds in here, Miss Tegram, I'd prefer to be eyes-on when we try to get the fighting to end."
Officer: "We can control them from here, but he's right."
Zinda Tegram: "We have plenty of eyes out there, Spyboy. At least, you do."
Hrrin: "Describe containment procedure for the infected."
Officer: "First! Completely seal the inbound ship. Leave no vector for contamination to spread. That includes securing the airlocks AND evacuating the hangar completely."
…yeah, he's reciting textbook.
It's that obvious.
Zinda Tegram: "Whatever. /me runs a wire from her suit an open console."
Officer: "Second! Pressure-suited specialists board the ship and gauge the severity of the contamination."
Zinda Tegram: "Here's a map of the fighting."
Zinda Tegram: "Spyboy, you can keep this current right?"
Abraham waved his hand, cutting the officer off. "We all know the textbook son, but I'd like to know what the /actual/ procedures used here are."
Officer: "Third! Said specialists eradicate the contamination by whatever means are necessary."
[OOC] Abraham: The textbook brakes for no rank.
Officer: "Sir! The operation was conducted exACtly per standard procedure."
[OOC] WC GM: Your line came in just as I sent my line.
Spyboy: "Yes. When I said eyes-on, I meant that I'd like to make sure that we're not pushing the loyalists out of cover. Besides, the enemy has pressure suits."
Spyboy is carrying on two conversations at once with the same person.
[OOC] Abraham: I figured. :P
Officer: "The specialists boarded with standard antibiotics and sensors. Infection was found to be airborne but treatable. Infecteds' systems were purged, and they were passed briefly through vacuum to remove all traces of contaminant."
Zinda Tegram: "Pressure suits keep them alive, but we can still seal them in with bulkheads, cut their gravity, and move them around by venting atmosphere."
Abraham: "Exactly? Well, then, how very by the book. By all means please continue."
Hrrin 's tail twitches. Confed medical science isn't ancient Kilrathi, but still…Nephilim war-plague. This is not the safest way to deal with things. 'Safe' is 'seal off the infection and let nature run its course.'
Officer: "If you wish to know details of decontaminant, I would have to pull the records. Do you wish that detail, sir?"
Spyboy: "Yes, I'd just like to make sure that none of my adopted family will be flushed from cover due to being the ones who lack said pressure suits."
Spyboy: "Besides, the mutiny would have broken out on the hab rings, and that means you can't just 'cut gravity.'"
Zinda Tegram: "Let's just start by sealing them. You! Where're the bulkhead controls?"
Abraham: "I would appreciate that, yes."
Zinda Tegram: "From what we know of our boarders, they're not that smart, and tend to stand around when sealed in."
Spyboy: "Well, we might not get lucky this time. These are agents, not drones."
Abraham salutes. "That is all, officer."
The reporting officer points around. "Ensign! Pull those reports for the Captain. You, get the bulkhead controls…" He looks at Zinda. "…once we know which ones to seal." Then he salutes back.
Zinda Tegram starts marking bulkheads on the map to fence Nephilim in and give the Integrated easy routes to regroup.
Hrrin assists. She's no Orzy, but a station under siege is not-quite-nostalgic.
[OOC] WC GM: Using data from Spyboy?
[OOC] Spyboy: For the record most of the fighters are not Integrated.
[OOC] WC GM: ^
Hrrin: "Don't forget to address the maintenance shafts and J-Tubes."
[OOC] WC GM: You have some intel, but limited.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yeah, from Spyboy.
[OOC] Spyboy: Presumably using camera data - we have feeds from the security network.
Zinda Tegram: "Spyboy, can you spread the Integrated out some more to give us better intel?"
B-4: "Got it."
Many of the cameras throughout the station are offline, now that you check. Looks like the Nephilim were nervous about the command center being able to do much.
Hrrin: "Hah. They -would- worry about the power of a single, central, command structure."
Abraham: "Is there a secondary control center?"
Officer: "No sir! There was no need for one, since the majority of the station is civilian."
Abraham: "Of course."
Zinda Tegram: "Well, let's get to work then. We'll be feeding you data, just close bulkheads we call for."
Zinda Tegram traces a path without cutting to the largest known hotspot.
Officer: "Uhh, ma'am, we'd all prefer it if you wouldn't cut up our station."
Officer: "Besides, we can't close openings you make that way."
Abraham: "I would prefer it as well, but I am willing to lay that asside in the interest of expediency."
Zinda Tegram looks back. "Your call."
Hrrin: "Leave 'em whole, Tegram."
Abraham: "For now. Just because repairing them is hard work and even harder to defend."
Zinda Tegram: "Copy."
Zinda Tegram slings her cannon over her shoulder, peaks out to make the sure hall is clear, and sets out on the path she set for herself.
Hrrin: "Oh, you are -not- going hunting alone." And off Hrrin goes. Is anyone stopping her? Hah, too bad.
Zinda Tegram grins a vicious grin. "You worried about me?"
[OOC] WC GM: More to the point, are Spyboy, B^4, and Abraham going with?
[OOC] Spyboy: When I said eyes-on, I meant….
Spyboy follows.
[OOC] WC GM: That is what I thought. Abraham?
Abraham follows if only to defend the station from his team of specialists.
Hrrin: "Of course not. But you get betterr rresults when hunting in a pack."
[OOC] Hrrin: Seems like B^4 could hang behind and assist, I-am-not-sure?
Zinda Tegram: "Hahaha, good to have you along."
[OOC] Spyboy: Good point.
B-4: "I'll stay here and keep an eye on things. Keep in touch!"
B-4 kisses Spyboy on the cheek.
[OOC] Abraham: "I'm leaving too. No kiss?"
The largest hotspot is in the civilian section. About 100 Nephilim clustered together, shooting anyone they can. Marines and militia have them contained, but they are firing at the hull, apparently trying to breach it…in a wide, open area that could not be bulkheaded off without dooming tens of thousands at least.
Abraham: "This is looking less like an occupation and a lot more like a scorched earth."
Spyboy: "Yeh, well, remember the hotel cannon?"
Spyboy: "They like scorched earth."
Hrrin: "Simple plans, simple minds"
Abraham: "Well, I suppose if they're different enough that they really can't use our infrastructure, I guess it makes sense from their perspective."
Zinda Tegram frowns. "Who builds places like this in their stations…?"
Zinda Tegram raises her laser cannon and takes some potshots in the Nephilim crowd.
The question answers itself quickly, as Zinda recalls very similar architecture in the Warrens.
Zinda Tegram: "Rabbits…"
Hrrin: "People looking to house a lot more than a few agar-eating pirate bands."
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: + - - - (Base: 6 Total: 4) (RAAABBBITTTTSSS, tagging "With this many targets, how could I miss?")
[OOC] Abraham: Well, Chessa certainly gave it a go at making you miss…
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: No wai! I will certainly strike home. : 3
[OOC] Abraham: Curds yes, wai no.
Sure enough, Zinda's blasts find a few marks - alongside the dozens being tossed at the Nephilim by the marines.
They don't seem to be slowing the Nephilim down that much.
Zinda Tegram frowns, then gets back down into cover and starts to twist the 'nozzle on the end, and pops the battery out before making a few nicks in it with her torch.
[OOC] WC GM: Hmm. We seem to be getting distracted elsechat, and it is nearing time. Logend around here, and pick up next week?
Spyboy: "Oh crap."
Zinda Tegram: "OK guys, I'm not sure I'll have a weapon after this, so if anyone has a spare something I could use?"
Spyboy: "Ah. Maybe?"
Spyboy hands her an energy pistol.
Abraham: "I'm certain there's a weapons locker nearby."
[OOC] Hrrin: logend would help me. I'm trying to write a cover letter.
Zinda Tegram: "That'll work, thanks."
[OOC] Spyboy: Logend with the explosion?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yes! : D
[OOC] Abraham: do want
[OOC] Hrrin: Mm-hm!
[OOC] WC GM: Which battery is Zinda popping? The one in her torch, or from her cannon?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: From her cannon
[OOC] WC GM: Alright, set it up, but let's leave the roll 'til next time.
Zinda Tegram: "Oh hell why am I doing this Charlie died doing this…"
[OOC] Abraham: Two sentences?
Spyboy: "Please tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: One sentence with bad structure.
Spyboy: "Please, please, please."
[OOC] Abraham: fair enough
Zinda Tegram breathes out deeply, stands up, points her cannon at the Nephilim, and….
Abraham: "What /are/ you doing, Zinda?"
Hrrin: "What do you *think* she's doing, Abrrrrahm? GET DOWN."
Abraham gets ready to yank Zinda behind cover after she throws.
Zinda Tegram chucks the now-overloading laser cannon into the Nephilim crowd.
Abraham pulls Zinda behind cover.
The explosion, that is expected.
The hiss and wind blowing that way? That's more feared.

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