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>>207004>>206995>At that point, Mallia was breathing a bit more heavily, and her only response was a simple, if excessively sharp,
"NO APOLOGISING!!">As the enginseer, slower than everyone else, practically bounded forward past the predelk; panting from the sprint. >The voxbead's communications add to her urgency, which drive her to look towards the Scion she was following and throw an encrypted question his way. >She wasn't quite yelling, but she was getting there.[ 1d6+2 = 5 ]
<B. Sprint + Leadership[ 1d6+2 = 6 ]
>Then she hailed her Auspex again, and sent it a, command to scan the missile overhead and calculate trajectory, probable blast radius, and impact ETA fir her, as they were coming up to the clinic.>She mentally kept up a link with her scanner, so she could receive the result in real time; but also to ensure its accura y and correct it if she could. [ 1d6+1 = 2 ]
<B. Tech-use + CQ MIU[ 1d6+1 = 2 ][ 1d6+2 = 7 ]
<CQ. Auspex Scan: Missile scan
>Leadership: +2 to all Ranged, Evasion/Sprint, & Assault/Parry/Riposte rolls>>207003>Coming to a full stop and bringing the TMP up once more, the first short volley delivers a precision trio of jacketed round noses into the chainsaw like weapon systems, chunks of orange shrapnel thrown into the air along with the bullet remains.>The second was less successful, pinging into the thing's hull on the right side and leaving small dented streaks.>>207004>Closing towards the Pagoda and drawing from Razorback's now shallow wellspring of natural energies, Astral's third bolt of lightning ripples into the air, well under the missile's trajectory.>A single tiny arc reaches towards the silver streak, dissipating shortly before it can connect.>>207006>Flopping onto your left side and reaching the PKM's peak rotation in your position, squeezing the trigger this time rewards you with the first shell being a tracer, angling high and flat.. straight into the small missile's nose.>The second goes unseen as a colossal, silent bloom of rippling silver envelops the Fortress' airspace, streaks of something akin to strands appearing for a moment, then fade into nothing.>For all you'd heard and seen, you were NOT expecting that to happen.>>207007>The A.I. shuts off its' internal rendering, making an angry face before disappearing into the helmet's display.
"Resetting all systems sir, I'll be back online in a few seconds-"[ 1d6 = 2 ]
<Heuristic Learning: Electronic Warfare
>Peppered by fragments from someone else's work on the Construct's opposite side, flicking on the laser aiming system and taking aim is interrupted by a millisecond flash of silver to the north-northwest.>Firing in the mild confusion, the Mechano-Planar's hull is further pockmarked by the rapid thunks of penetrators embedding into the surface.
>Catching a brief glimpse of orange sparks across at least two of the weapon emplacements, the missile pod was visibly destroyed while one of the micro laser systems was barely attached.>The few remaining weapons focus on the Captain, reaching her hooves unscathed and bolting towards the west in an unusual M-shaped evasive pattern.
"TAG NALIYNA, YOU'RE IT! DROP THE CASTLE DOWN ON THIS THING FOR ME WILL YA!"[ 1d6+4 = 10 ]
<E.Leadership: ?????[ 1d6+4 = 10 ][ 1d6+4 = 7 ][ 1d6+2 = 6 ]
<Honored Armor[ 1d6+3 = 4 ]
<E.Mystic: Failing Planar Shield[ 1d6+6 = 12 ]
<E.Evasion[ 1d6+6 = 10 ][ 1d6+6 = 10 ][ 1d6 = 2 ]
<Micro Laser System #2[ 1d6+1 = 4 ]
<Micro Laser System #3[ 1d6 = 6 ]
<Micro Plasma Cannon #2[ 1d6 = 4 ]
<Small Particle Whip Cannon #1[ 1d6+4 = 10 ]
<Medium Plasma Cannon[ 1d6+4 = 6 ][ 1d6 = 1 ]
>Unexpectedly, the equatorial band of rotating weapons is marred by a stream of silver foam ejecting from the damaged non-lethal barrels, foaming outwards in a wide spiraling pattern.[ 1d6 = 2 ]
<????? Weapon Containment[ 1d6 = 1 ]
<Emergency Repair Procedures[ 1d6+3 = 8 ]
<?????[ 1d6+3 = 9 ]
<Auto-Logistics[ 1d6+4 = 5 ]
<Environmental Scan>>207008>After the weird lightshow ends, squeezing the trigger twice and making yo boys proud for hitting the Construct's north-south equator ring of weapons on a dead run, the second bullet disappears into a stream of rapidly expanding, metallic silver foam.>Coming into 80M of the hardcore banger, it makes an unusually solid halt, emitting a brief noise like a jet engine before launching up into the sky.[ 1d6+4 = 10 ]
<Superior Evasive Pattern: ?????[ 1d6+4 = 5 ][ 1d6+4 = 7 ]>>207011>Still not catching up to Chisan whom was close to being overtaken by the Pred-Elk, now nearly crossing the boundary between the water fountain and the Pagoda, the Stormtrooper's now warning tone crackles into the commbead quickly.>Unable to locate the missile, you're instead treated to the the VERY distinct flare of a miniature neutron sun burning out south of the Clinic's location, the auspex's Machine Spirit emitting an automated, pained Litany of Protection at the damaging interference.
>Rushing past the Pagoda into view of Zhun was the highly maddened figure of Naliyna, her two small saddlepacks firmly attached to her flanks, coming to a quick stop.>Ruby red eyes glowing in bright, sadistic glee as her mouth opens, head tilting upwards and breathing out a solid pink-white-blue streak of.. something, at the Construct, the scar-covered mare's head bending forwards and charging towards the Library.[ 1d6+4 = 7 ]
<Stalker's Eye[ 1d6+6 = 10 ]
<E.Sprint[ 1d6+6 = 9 ][ 1d6+6 = 9 ][ 1d6+10 = 15 ]
<E.Crystal Runes: ?????[ 1d6+10 = 15 ][ 1d6+10 = 14 ]>LEVELER: adds +3 to all Assault & Crystal Rune rolls for 6 turns.
>>207015>Cheto doesn't feel too confident in taking that thing down.
(I should still try to do some damage to that Construct in any way I can. That pony needs all the help it can get.)>He aims his Steyr, pulling the trigger on the Construct in bursts.[ 1d6+6 = 10 ][ 1d6+6 = 7 ]
<Basic Small Arms
>He approaches even closer to the pony and the construct's fight, maybe hear any orders from him or her to increase cohesion between the two of them.
(I should probably check how is he or she doing.)>Therefore, he tries to get a feel of the pony's current physical state.[ 1d6 = 2 ]
>>207015>Pareidolia keeps his eyes focused on the Construct as his A.I. resets.
>He ignores the splintering fragments and bright light of an unknown explosion, intently assessing the enemy in front of him.[ 1d6+1 = 4 ]
< Expert Perception + PA[ 1d6+1 = 3 ][ 1d6+1 = 3 ]
>As he slaps his firearm to his back and draws his sword in close right grip, the immobilizing foam jets out erratically.>Hunching down while moving forward, he threads himself under the spray and towards the Construct, running the blade along the underside of the sphere before jabbing it upwards in an attempt to pierce the hull.[ 1d6+4 = 10 ]
< Expert Evasion + MF Circlet + Leadership + Armor Class[ 1d6+4 = 6 ][ 1d6+4 = 5 ][ 1d6+5 = 6 ]
< Basic Assault + Leadership + Squad[ 1d6+5 = 6 ][ 1d6+2 = 8 ]
< Airstrike[ 1d6+2 = 7 ]
< Lunar Shock[ 1d6+5 = 10 ]
< Close Range
>Rolling himself sideways on an elbow and knee, he starts as the Construct suddenly launches itself upwards.
*"Target is airborne! Attempting to disengage!"*
>He stares at where the Construct was as it is obscured by whatever Naliyna breathed out.
[Will the runes be enough?]
>>207015>The Enginseer can be heard yelping loudly in a sudden, albeit brief panic, in the background, as the flash of light overhead appears and washes over her. She doesn't look up at it, and luckily her photo-visor protects her from the light.>She stumbled once in her run, skidding along the flat ground with her boots, as the explosion makes her instinctively flinch and skip a beat!
"Curse me to the warp!!">The girl reflexively sneezed out a curse, her voice coming out with an angry snarl as she briefly looses her breathing pace, and tries her best to recover it; eyeing the predelk overtaking them once, as she threw tightly gripped her lasgun to her waist, protectively during the run!>Her mechadendrite tightly coiling against her gear on her back, keeping a close, death grip onto it to keep it stable on her back and prevent the weight from shifting too badly.
(Even while dead I still find myself on a battlefield, Omnissiah preserve us!!)[ 1d6+2 = 4 ]
<B. Sprint + Leadership[ 1d6+2 = 5 ]
>Quickly recovering, and having heard the stormtrooper's warning and the pain of her machine spirits, she frantically began to issue emergency shutdown orders to her Auspex and voxbead, as well as any machines susceptible to the Neutron Bomb in the effective range of her MIU!>Reciting the Litanies of Protection alongside her Auspex as she coaxed it to shut down briefly with a promise of safety, putting up a calming tone for them despite her own fear.>However, as she still remembers being told not to use Techna-Lingua, she resorts to muttering it beneath her ragged breaths in Low-Gothic -- like any Guardswoman.
Omnissiah, spread your d-divine light to protect thy Machine Spirits and servants! UFF
,-- o' Immortal Machine God protect us from this vile Abominable Intelligence!"[ 1d6+1 = 3 ]
<B. Tech-Use + CQ MIU[ 1d6+1 = 2 ]
>>207015>Zhun shields his eyes from the bloom the missile made>He still looks around to see if it was really destroyed or not before giving himself a grin>"Actually worked. What?">Snapping out of his achievement, he wiggles his position and his gun again to gain a firing arc on the spinning sphere>Seeing the weapon system on it going off still and no attempting to subdue his allies, Zhun aligns his sights onto the band of weapons>Hopefully, this burst can break them>Or he would until he sees it taking off>"What? No. What if it hails for others…">Looking for some sort of thruster on it, Zhun fires at the levitating sphere[ 1d6+5 = 10 ]
<Basic Heavy Weapons[ 1d6+5 = 6 ]
>>207015>Jamal continues his sprint, opening all 8 cans of Mr. Pibb™ while making his way to Kitang.>Upon arriving, he unceremoniously dumps all of them on her at once in an attempt to cool her down.
"Hol' still for a minute B, you need to cool down!">Once his 8 pack is empty, he draws his gat once again to take some last potshots at the metal cheeseball[ 1d6+3 = 8 ]
B. Small Arms[ 1d6+3 = 8 ]
"Das rite! Fly away you Nantondo-ass muthafucka! I'mma boutta short circuit yo ass wit the refreshing taste of my man Mr. Pibb™! You out here like Batari, runnin to get fucked by yo girl, futanari!"[ 1d6+2 = 6 ]
B. Intimidation[ 1d6+2 = 3 ] [ 1d6+3 = 6 ]
B. Rapping[ 1d6+3 = 8 ] [ 1d6 = 3 ]
U. Engineering>His rapping quickly devolved into mumble rapping and grunts, but it was the thought that counts.
>Leadership: +2 to all Ranged, Evasion/Sprint, & Assault/Parry/Riposte rolls>>207020>Slapping the TMP up and firing into the sphere, the ring of quickly hardening silver foam on the Construct's central hemisphere crumples inwards, the lack of visibility to it
>Glancing towards the red and gold armored mare making the strangest series of tight cornered evasive maneuvers ever, the helmet, neck, chest, and part of the shoulder armor plates were visibly glowing from heat.>Whatever the abomination's weapons were, they definitely produced inordinate amounts of heat, that pony most likely suffering miserably without much of a clear solution to solve the issues.>>207028>Depleting the last reserve of energies within Razorback Fortress, Astral's baking horns manage the task of launching one last extended jolt of lightning, arcing across the courtyard next to the Pagoda and streaking into the Construct's hull.>Of course, the strain and lack of preparation in the late fall environment couldn't last, the Pred-Elk's desperate measure causing ripples of never before felt agony throughout her expanded consciousness.>Legs going numb, Astral could barely feel her hooves while her head listing sideways, watching a streak of fuschia hatred passing the open space between the Clinic and Pagoda before her vision blackens.>That definitely wasn't normal…
>Astral Poinsettia: 115/140HP.>>207045>Black sapphirine helmet darkening once more, a third bolt of lightning impacts the orange sphere's opposite hull, now sporting a 1' wide, metallic silverine band of foam across its unusual weapon ring.>Lacking the knowledge to analyze Construct psychology, the previous actions showed a clear form of heightened anger, or possibly even rage, at dealing with the Honor Guard's interruption; perhaps a usually undefeated combat model?
>Striking an aiyo blade technique into the suddenly halted Construct, the Panorama's tip remarkably pierces the hull, causing an internal detonation of orangish-white energies before a distant, ancient cackle from the Nightmare Alicorn emits off the blade.>Ejecting a gout of orange metallo-fluids from the rent, the unknown model streaks upwards, quickly followed by the Stormtrooper's now hard, bitterly angry tone.
*"All Razorback forces in position, this is Tempestus Scion Chisan Nas requesting you knock this hell-sent abomination out of our skies NOW!"*
>From the far north end of the Fortress, a thin line of familiar, bright hot green appears, the signature weapon of Thrill Collins' railgun penetrating the Construct's hull, followed by rapid booms of multiple large caliber rifles and tired, static-laden swears of a dozen languages.[ 1d6+8 = 12 ]
<E.Heavy Weapons[ 1d6+8 = 11 ][ 1d6+8 = 9 ][ 1d6+9 = 10 ]
<Razorback FNG's: Sniper Squad[ 1d6+15 = 21 ]
<Razorback Rookies: Sniper Squad[ 1d6+23 = 25 ]
<Razorback Warriors: Sniper Squad[ 1d6+31 = 33 ]
<Razorback Veterans: Sniper Squad>>207062>Losing a touch of speed, you watch the allied Pred-Elk deliver one last jolt of lightning before slowing, Chisan's loud proclamation followed by a host of clearly ancient ballistic weapons fire from the entire north end of the Fortress.>Diverting his course back towards the Pagoda, the Stormtrooper's commlink begins breaking up, audibly sneering yet now breathing heavily.
*"Comms black, engage at will Enginseer-"*
>Shutting down the auspex and carapace helmet's equipment to protect their fragile, non-hardened Machine Spirits, the ripple of latent neutron energies is briefly felt a moment later.>>207077>Swiveling the PKM upwards and rolling back onto your chest, the first burst of steel-jacketed penetrators lands home in a neat line across the foamed silverine ring's lower section, the second loudly pinging off the Construct's hull.>Now too high to use the bipod, you watch as two large panels ejecting outwards from the unknown model, each forming into massive, human-like arms.>The left forms into a large, probably 3' round shield, the other lathing a massive, archaic halberd, complete with pike, hammer, and pick heads.>>207102>Busting two more caps up at the round flying orange Fanta machine , the Construct's direct arc upwards is interrupted by it halting in midair around 80M off the ground, sprouting human-styled arms, shield, and an unusually large, wicked polearm.
>Skidding to a halt in front of the stopped and rapidly shaking Honor Guard, the cold freshness of shaking an entire pack of Mr. Pibb at her front causes a massive gout of expanding sweet goodness, the mare rears back onto her hind legs, one hoof snapping into her neck, the other tearing at her chest armor.
"DO THAT AGAIN PLEASE, THIS SHIT'S BAKING ME!"
>Struck by the ephemereal jolt of energy, the double armed Construct pitches forwards, a sonic boom emitting from the rear hemisphere, halberd swinging backwards behind it while the shield extends downwards, the face angled directly at Naliyna.[ 1d6+5 = 11 ]
<Shield Crash[ 1d6+9 = 15 ]
<E.Streak[ 1d6+9 = 15 ][ 1d6+9 = 11 ][ 1d6+10 = 14 ]
>Releasing a roused cackle at the Construct's challenge, Kyanite's daughter skids to a stop, presenting her right side swiftly and making no attempt to move.>Making a slow, overtly sexual wiggle of her rump in a clearly insane taunting motion and taking a deep inhale, a short barrier of crystal instantly forms above Naliyna's head, mouth opening in a delighted, berserk smile as the Construct releases an electronic shriek.[ 1d6+4 = 8 ]
<Stalker's Eye[ 1d6+10 = 12 ]
<E.Crystal Runes: Cover[ 1d6+10 = 11 ][ 1d6+10 = 12 ]
>>207108>Cheto is disheartened.
(Damnit, is this thing invincible or something? I didn't expect my gun to do any good damage. I wasn't expecting to do almost nothing.)
>Seeing how the pony has endured quite a bit of heat damage, he thinks about helping her out with a water bottle or his plastic can.
(She may need to cool down.)>That is until he sees the waterfall of liquid spraying down over her by a black human.
(Wait, what? I suppose someone beat me to the punch.)>He tries to shoot at the Construct once more, attempting to put some more damage on it on its body.
(That sniper fire I'm hearing means that the cavalry may come any second now. Hah, 'cavalry.' Also what in the actual fuck? This sphere can morph too? I need to make a diversion so that the snipers can do some more damage.)[ 1d6+4 = 9 ][ 1d6+4 = 10 ]
<Basic Small Arms
>He starts approaching the armored mare, more worried about her current state, aside from his weapon not doing much damage at his fastest speed possible.
(She's going to need some more, judging by how red hot her armor is.)[ 1d6+2 = 7 ][ 1d6+2 = 4 ]
"This thing has a lot if tricks…">Zhun raises himself onto a kneeling position and inspects the battlefield>Support from other squads now pitching in with sniper fire, hopefully high caliber >Kitang finally getting help, albeit sticky help in a couple of minutes>Flying orb of now melee weapons>Maybe it adapted?>For now, saturation of fire and multiple threat sources seems needed>With Zhun's heavier ordinance out of range, he gets up and slings the PKM as around him and braced against his body>He then begins his approach on the flying sphere, firing every left step[ 1d6+3 = 9 ]
<Basic Heavy Weapons [ 1d6+3 = 8 ]
>>207108>As her Voxbead and Auspex momentarily shutdown, her prayer having been sent out. She turned to face the monster they were approaching -- not deployed in a sort of melee combat mode. >As much as she felt a chill in her heart, Mallia's tone steadied to a deeply calm one; and her eyes glared towards the abomination they were fighting as it entered maximum lasgun range.>The Enginseer leveled her lasgun at her hip in trained firing stance. But she didn't stop sprinting forward; keeping up with the stormtrooper as they closed in further.
>She takes note of Poinsettia falling over, asleep, after their lightning strikes. The Enginseer's body stiffens as she keeps going, unwilling to slow down NOW. Though she did head in their direction to approach the Elk, since they were still technically ahead of her anyways.
"*--Solid copy. Commencing battle-scan to pin-point weaknesses. Concentrated fire is more effective.*"
"*Be advised, Astral Poinsettia appears to have fallen unconscious. Over.*"
>Her voice bounced and growled through the communication's channel, matching the stormtrooper in her determined, but professionally composed anger.
>After a split-second of making sure the latent Nautrons wouldn't kill her Auspex, Mallia sends out a reboot command to her Auspex Scanner and brings it back online.>She darts her glance down to the wrist mounted screen for but a second to ensure it was fully operational, then inputted a command with her MIU now that they were closer.
>Mallia then firmly and decisively commands it to scan the Abominable Intelligence's hull, and pinpoint particularly vulnerable weaknesses that they could concentrate their fire on.[ 1d6+2 = 3 ]
<CQ. Auspex Battle Scan
>But she didn't simply let the Auspex do all the work. While the scan was underway, she lifted her glance towards the metallic sphere and began to tap into her own expertise and vision to spot fissures that she could slit a shot into to cause additional damage! >Hopefully one she could coordinate with the stormtrooper to fire into.
>Doing her best to tone out the incredibly loud sound of guns roaring all around her as she does so! [ 1d6 = 4 ]
<B. Engineering: Spot Weakpoint[ 1d6 = 4 ] [ 1d6+1 = 7 ]
<B. Perception + PQ. Preysense Vison[ 1d6 = 2 ]
>Pushing himself up into a crouching position with a heavy grunt, he follows the Construct and scans its movements as it shifts forms.
[Shifting to melee weaponry. New target, Naliyna. Unclear if Constructs can feel anger. That would be illogical… ]
>Not willing to speculate on something so uncertain, he sheathes his sword and pulls his F2000 into firing position once more.>Loading another magazine, he checks in his holo-sight as the audible boom reverberates outside his helmet.
[As predicted, aerial charge onto new target. Two mags left.]
>He lines up his sight to meet the Construct above Naliyna's hastily sung crystal shield and fires once the orange central body is in view.[ 1d6+4 = 7 ]
< Expert Combat Rifles + Leadership + Holo Sight[ 1d6+4 = 10 ][ 1d6+4 = 6 ]
>After firing a burst, he breaks into a sprint towards the impact zone.>He narrows his eyes, trying to make out what he can about the Construct's current state.[ 1d6+1 = 7 ]
< Expert Sprint + Leadership[ 1d6+1 = 3 ][ 1d6+1 = 6 ][ 1d6+1 = 2 ]
< Expert Perception + PA[ 1d6+1 = 6 ][ 1d6+1 = 5 ]
*"Target has engaged Naliyna in CQC."*
[Need to assist, divide its attention. No single pony here will last long against this combat model.]
>>207122>Unaware that you could calculate the necessary trajectories of firing on the run, the TMP recoils back into your hands, having lost enough weight that you felt it might only have enough cartridges for a few more bursts.>Audible cracks against the Construct's hull and shield could now be heard, the spherical abomination streaking down and your right at a target that you couldn't see.
>Rushing towards the smoking hot pony, no pun intended, the rather ghetto looking human's efforts to cool her down seemed to be working, although the amount of armor she was ripping off indicated it was still scorching, now about 60M from the pair.>>207134>Slinging the comfortable machine gun, advancing forwards and aiming upwards at the rapidly diving Construct is rewarded by the quick bursts hammering into the sphere's hull, orange streaks sparking off the hull.>Curiously, the Construct seemed to have lost some of its armoring.>>207139>Passing by Astral and nearly at the Pagoda now, your auspex and comm equipment come back online, their Machine Spirits definitely eager to serve you.>Showing nothing unusual, the auspex immediately blanks out on the unknown xenos sphere.>Besides registering it as hostile, the energy emissions from it had greatly increased.. although it was now comparing said emissions to that of a Plasma Generatorium used on the Emperor-class battleship, which obviously couldn't be right.
>Studying the fully unknown Abominable Intelligence sphere performing a Codex Steel Rain maneuver at a target southwest of the Pagoda, it bore only the slightest resemblance to the records of Umbra spheres, save for the shield and giant polearm it was now sporting.>Recalling that many of the unknown mechanical xenos encountered by Explorator Fleets often used barely physical or such highly advanced weapons that Dark Age of Technology energy weapons were usually enough to destroy them, the micro-cogitator spools out a few datums stating that sufficient application of laser, plasma, ballistics would either destroy it, cause it to self-destruct, or force it to withdraw.>Given the massive volume of ArchaeoTech and pre-Age of Strife ballistic STC weapons fire striking the orange hull, which not even your micro-cogitator was able to keep up with, one of those three possibilities was certainly going to happen should it attempt to perform another aerial maneuver.>Aside from a ring of silver foam around the Construct, you were able to spot a tiny rent in the hull on the lower hemisphere glowing white hot in the visor, likely made in the past minute or so.
>Far ahead, Chisan Nas unslings his lasrifle, orienting the weapon upwards and firing three fast snapshots, grunting into the commlink with great relish.
*"Maintain overwatch for further escape attempts-"*[ 1d6+4 = 10 ]
<E.Overcharged L.E.W.[ 1d6+4 = 6 ][ 1d6+4 = 6 ]>>207142>Coming back online, the Spiral A.I. says nothing, instead performing a wide spectrum blanketing sweep of multiple frequencies, grinning as it does so.[ 1d6+1 = 2 ]
<B.Electronic Warfare[ 1d6+1 = 4 ]>vs:[ 1d6+3 = 6 ]
<Superior Electronic Warfare: ?????[ 1d6+3 = 8 ][ 1d6+3 = 7 ]
>Taking aim on the Construct's rear hemisphere, all three bursts connect into the hull, though the third trio pings off rather loudly.
>Charging towards the Pagoda, now 230M away from it, the unknown model impact's Naliyna's rune shield, having been significantly slowed down by the incoming volume of fire from Razorback teams, shreds of orange flanking, a few of the larger calibers penetrate through the shield and into the hull.>Naliyna performs an equally unusual, potentially crippling maneuver that you hadn't seen an equine make yet:>Twisting around and bucking her rear legs upwards at the shield, the fuchsia mare's head and neck turn nearly 180 degrees, spitting a wordless cone of violently rippling white, blue, and pink energy into the Construct's center of mass, ruby eyes flaring as if.. happy?>In response, the Mechano-Planar abominating swings the halberd overhead and downwards as it descends towards her, the shield snapping forwards in an offensive-defensive motion.[ 1d6 = 5 ]
<B.Crystalline Focus[ 1d6 = 6 ]
<Taunt[ 1d6+10 = 16 ]
<E.Assault: Leveling Crush[ 1d6+10 = 12 ][ 1d6+10 = 12 ][ 1d6+14 = 16 ]
<E.Crystal Runes: Leveler[ 1d6+14 = 16 ][ 1d6+14 = 18 ]>vs:[ 1d6+3 = 9 ]
<Auto-Logistics[ 1d6+4 = 5 ]
<Environmental Scan[ 1d6+8 = 14 ]
<Shield Smash[ 1d6+7 = 13 ]
<E.Defensive Protocols[ 1d6+7 = 13 ][ 1d6+7 = 11 ][ 1d6+14 = 16 ]
<E.Offensive Protocols[ 1d6+14 = 16 ][ 1d6+14 = 15 ]
>Paying his A.I. display a momentary glance as he barrels across the grass, he flicks his eyes back to his target as another flare of bright energies scorches the sphere.>He raises his rifle to his shoulder as he sprints and aims down his holo-sight for its closest arm.[ 1d6+3 = 4 ]
< Expert Combat Rifles + Leadership + Holo Sight[ 1d6+3 = 9 ][ 1d6+3 = 8 ]
[Enough screening fire to keep it grounded? Has it interfered with any other base functions on site? Unclear why it continues to engage.]
"Behavioral analysis."[ 1d6+1 = 3 ]
< Expert Perception + PA[ 1d6+1 = 6 ][ 1d6+1 = 3 ][ 1d6 = 2 ]
< Predictive Behavior Analysis
>>207157>Cheto nods in approval
(Well, someone is definitely going for it. I should focus on the mare in scorched armor right about now. The others should be able to handle it.)>He tries his luck again with the construct in order to empty the maganize for future refilling.
(Only two bursts left.)>Only to notice the construct is too far away from his gun's effective range, effectively discouraging him.
(Oh well. The pony needs assistance more.)
>After firing, he continues to apporach the duo, holstering his gun with the safety on and pulling out his water can he has on him.
(I hope you're okay with this.)>He opens the water can and starts dumping the contents of his can on top of the hot pony, preferrably aiming for her crest. The whole can.
(She's going to need all the drops she can absorb into her body. Hopefully I don't have to use my water bottle or juice.)>>207102>He makes a mental note that the black man is somewhwere near him and the reckless mare.
(Hm. Does this guy come from a villa
or something? Wonder if he has some Cumbia, el cabeza
. Still, he seems like a decent person. We'll see.)>He simply nods to acknowledge his existence.
>>207157>Having snapped himself back from spacing out, Jamal notices that some beaner is dumping water on the nippony.>As he is no longer needed for cooling, Jamal simply reaches into his bag and grabs another 8-pack of Mr. Pibb™ to be placed in front of Kitang.
"Hey, I can't let 'all' this Pibb go undrank.">With his gift in place, Jamal once again runs off towards the fight, eager to stop this glorified cheeto from interrupting his talent scouting.[ 1d6+6 = 7 ]
E. Sprint[ 1d6+6 = 11 ] [ 1d6+6 = 12 ] [ 1d6+6 = 9 ]
E. A Nigger>And no, at no point in time did Jamal ever acknowledge Pablo's presense.
>>207157>Armor's getting bored through and flinging off>That's good, right>Our own light show withering it, especially with that merchant pony now taunting it>Zhun aims as much as hip firing a PKM can while walking into the lesser armored parts of the Construct>With all the rents in it, Zhun fires center mass, hopefully trying to score some internals[ 1d6+3 = 7 ]
<Basic Heavy Weapons [ 1d6+3 = 7 ]
>>207157>Mallia's glance briefly went to the absolutely insane Mare that was taking the abomination head on and taking all of it's attention again.>She double takes briefly on the sight of them turning away, buckling the machine, and then turning their head unnaturally nearly 180° back to vomit a sort of energy emission at the thing.>She sputters a little bit as her surprise causes her to skip a beat.
(This is INSANE…!! What kind of world is this?!)
>She was flabbergasted for about a split second as she witnessed it. But due to the added processing speed of her micro-cogitator, it doesn't make her pause. >Mallia swiftly processes the information from her implants and Auspex, then narrowed her eyes as her Preysense visor lets her see the rent clearly…>The Enginseer, instead of pausing, starts hatching a totally and equally insane plan.
>She quickly begins to switch on the Voxbead to communicate through the frequencies; eyes looking to the Scion whom, being much closer, began to unload hotshot at the abomination while advancing further.
"*Weakness spotted! Stormtrooper Chisan -- and anyone else listening -- there is a tiny rent at the lower hemisphere, it's glowing hotly on the Preysense spectrum! Target that location with me!*"
"*I will try to mark it with las fire! Over!*"
>As soon as she'd stop talking, she braced her lasgun, and turned her head towards Poinsettia, whom was still asleep.>She began to quickly backpedal/bounce back, and run back to the Elk's side, then come to a stop. Crouch down, and roughly put a hand on their side to start shaking them awake! >>207119
"Astral Poinsettia, wake up! Wake up, we need you! I need your help!!"
>She said, in earnest, with a bit of worry in her voice as she spared a split second's glance down at the Elk, then darted her hand back up to her lasrifle's underside to start lining up the shot with the hotly glowing rent she had spotted.
(There's no guarantee she'll wake up or be able to teleport me. This might be a gamble. It's a calculated risk, though.)
>She narrowed her eyes, sets her Lasgun's setting to Overcharge with the flick of her thumb, along the side of the green lasrifle. >And then starts shooting towards the rent located at the lower hemisphere, seeking an opening in the Construct's guard in the melee to pinpoint it for everyone else, with the bright beams of her weapon!
>CRAKAKA CRAKAKA CRAKAKA - go the lasweapons, unleashing menacing red laser pulses towards the Construct!
>Mentally reciting the Litany of Penetration to her lasgun as she squeezed the trigger twice! She was never a marksman, but difficulty never stopped her.[ 1d6+3 = 6 ]
<B. Overcharged L.E.W + Leadership: Targeting Weakpoint[ 1d6+3 = 4 ]
>With a moan one of her eyes flutters open, the distinct impression she was looking right at the Engineseer.
"Waaaaaaaaaaa…">The Elk moaned, painful exertions robbing her of energy to get up.
"Did we win yet?"
>Leadership: +2 to all Ranged, Evasion/Sprint, & Assault/Parry/Riposte rolls>>207168>Still on the losing end of digital conflict, the 'Marquis' launches multiple strings of virii, but manages to give a quick hoof salute.[ 1d6+1 = 2 ]
<B.Electronic Warfare[ 1d6+1 = 2 ]>vs:[ 1d6+3 = 7 ]
<Superior Electronic Warfare: ?????[ 1d6+3 = 8 ][ 1d6+3 = 8 ]
>Reaching 160M from the Construct about to get bucked, your first trio of penetrators ping off the rear hemisphere safely into the ground, the second and third puncturing into the silverine foam, now quickly disintegrating off it.>Tapping a hoof on the display, the red unicorn A.I. points towards the Clinic as you note the trio of orange hexagonal pods, one now on the ground and inactive, then tosses an approximate location of the Command Center onto a small map.
"Can't figure it out sir, it's been trying to do SOMEthing to these two locations, no idea what or why for the first but it's not been able to jam the communication uplinks here. This 'Lonestar' in your records has been going absolutely ballistic keeping the Master Radio systems operational, I'm helping him out but silently as per Committee protocols-"
>Rear fuchsia ponyshoes smashing into the Construct's shield and being rewarded by the shield audibly fracturing, Naliyna's savage grin of triumph is interrupted by the now off kilter Mechano-Planar abomination's halberd landing crossways onto her front shoulders with less than a quarter of the force it had previously.>The drastically slowed down weapon manages to force the scarred Crystal mare's face to twist into a glare, showing zero sign, or concern, of pain, strong front legs throwing herself backwards, skull first into the Construct's shield, spitting a toneless, thin needle of force into it.[ 1d6+10 = 13 ]
<E.Assault: Leveling Crush[ 1d6+10 = 15 ][ 1d6+10 = 12 ][ 1d6+14 = 16 ]
<E.Crystal Runes: Leveler[ 1d6+14 = 19 ][ 1d6+14 = 15 ]
"SIR, what the buck is this 'Naliyna Remostrine' equine doing!? My readings on her are nearly triple the previous maximal combat performance records and files you've taken!">>207169>Tearing your backpack off and removing the water canister, the red-trimmed, gold armored suicidal mare rearing backwards begins tearing her neck and chest armor off in pieces.>Splashing her with the full contents, the mare gasps in welcome relief behind the facemask, steam gouting off the remaining plates while she cackles, speaking in a distinctly flat tone, much like Turquoise Shatter-Pike, yet had a rolling Asian accent.
"And here I've got two human stallions cooling me off right when I need it most! Thanks much, Marble is gonna flip her bucking tent with envy now!">>207173>Ripping her front armor apart, Kitang simply tosses her head up from the steam, shouting after you.
"I owe your flanks a save human so remember it!"
>Slapping memories of Jerome outta the way and wrecking his track record by at least half that nigga's run-from-Popo time, that round orange banger now 180M away was about to lay the OLD 'hood smackdown on the mostly transparent trader mare.>Surprising as that was, Naliyna's ear ringing buck to the thing's shield and laying her own silent smackdown was even more so, the Construct recoiling like it'd been given a dealer's last warning before the entire gang marches out.>>207174>Unused to the recent, and relative, lack of safety in Razorback Fortress, it was marginally improved by the PKM's comforting thunder, walking fire back and up into the Construct's unfoamed side hull.>Less than 40M from the previously weaponized sphere, you note the strangely silent cone of rippling crystalline energies from Naliyna wreaking havoc across the orange surface, although it still wasn't giving up.>>207237>Catching the tail end of an acknowledging grunt, the Tempestus Scion continues forwards, passing around the Pagoda into a probable clear view of the abomination, the distinct crackle of a Hotshot Lasrifle creating a merry symphony to you, although the second and third crackles of ionized air did not sound good.[ 1d6+4 = 10 ]
<E.Overcharged L.E.W.[ 1d6+4 = 7 ][ 1d6+4 = 8 ]
>Watching the Pred-Elk stir, the orange sphere had since landed on the southwest side of the Pagoda, unfortunately between you and it, though the two shots where it had been was given an approving noise from the Stormtrooper, voxing a short, encrypted transmission as the Lasrifle's Machine Spirit begins whining about not being perfect in your eyes.
*"All Razorback forces near the Pagoda, prepare to engage close combat or supporting fire protocols, assist the Crystal pony or face the penalties of failure!"*>>207248>Returning to, mostly, consciousness, Astral is given a supportive sensation from the fairly distant New Everfree Forest surrounding Razorback.>Although it had little else to offer due to the mostly unnatural state of the Fortress, the Pred-Elk cow was certainly doing something pleasing, and, whatever it was, there was definitely a silent chorus approving her choices.
>>207315>vs:[ 1d6+3 = 5 ]
<Auto-Logistics[ 1d6+4 = 9 ]
<Environmental Scan[ 1d6+8 = 13 ]
<Shield Smash[ 1d6+7 = 11 ]
<E.Defensive Protocols[ 1d6+7 = 12 ][ 1d6+7 = 8 ][ 1d6+14 = 20 ]
>>207315>>207316[ 1d6+14 = 20 ]
<Offensive Protocols[ 1d6+14 = 16 ]
>>206973>>206539>Finally being able to conjure this world's innate invisibility capabilities, his success is short-lived at the floating orange orb slowly crept up onto their hiding place.>All four of them, in fact, had taken refuge behind the same boulder.>Adon's eyes narrow at Golden Horn's assumption, looking at the chiqtu momentarily before fixing his gaze back onto the oncoming Construct and speaking in a low hush just loud enough for them to hear.
"Do you think it sensed the little guy's armor? It's Construct, in nature, right?">He mulls over another option.
"Could you possibly conjure something to grab its attention, and send it back the other way? Like that ice spectre, from earlier."
>>207315>Ignoring the flashing red readouts indicating the overwhelming superiority and unknown factors of the Construct's electronic interference, he eyes the pods with suspicion.
"Presumable asset denial of Construct equipment. Continue assistance within protocol."
>Brow arching in a mixture of disbelief and apprehension, he stares at Naliyna taking the blow directly as he continues to run towards them.
[No attempt to dodge? No reaction? Continued offense?]
"She does not appear to feel pain? Incredibly high combat potential. I've never witnessed this form from her. Must explain why Crystal Empire succeeds against Construct incursions, with these kinds of abilities. She has never exhibited this in past interactions."
[With that level of ability, why is she filing paperwork… ?]
>After closing within 100 meters, he raises his rifle again timing his shots with the stomping of his boots.[ 1d6+3 = 5 ]
< Expert Combat Rifles + Leadership + Holo Sight[ 1d6+3 = 8 ][ 1d6+3 = 8 ]
[Need to close distance. Sap internal fluid. Disable or it will destroy itself.]
>Hearing the same voice again, Pareidolia responds.
*"Be advised, target is attempting interference with central communications and acquisition targets outside Clinic."*
>>203316>Ivan gives Naliyna a nod and half wave in return, before turning back to Raidor.>And blocking out the attempted seductions.>>203571
"While it was short, It was nice to get out of the Fortress for a bit.">Nodding to Raidor, he gave him a bit of a bow.
"До наступного разу, Рейдор. I don't think anyone will complain.">After a moment, Ivan recalled something and turned back to Naliyna, making his way over to her.
"Excuse me, you're one of the traders here, am I right? If I am, would you be able to help me out with a set of armor?"
>>207315>A cock of the head is the thing Cheto does to react to this pony's statement as the waterccan is emptied on her body.
"I would certainly wouldn't like being almost burned to a crisp, even if it meant stallions cooling me off afterwards.">A shrug of his shoulders follows suit, not really minding the seemingly asian mare's comment as the stream of water lasts as long as the water can may last.
"But man, were you on fire! That was some cool moves you did back there.">He seems genuinely impressed, if his widened eyes, raised eyebrows and positive voice tone is anything to go by.
(Checking current physique for any damages. I should make sure that this mare is fully cooled, apart from my own curiosity. The accent seems funnily familiar. Like those chinese-owned markets that were all around Capital Federal
)[ 1d6 = 6 ]
>After ensuring the pony's wellbeing, he puts the empty can away in his backpack. A slight look of worry is plastered on Cheto's face.
"Do you need any help, Miss? We can go for the clinic if you need some treatment for your burns. Miss Flicker should still be in there."
(If she's awake of course.)>He now fishes out the open dried fruit bag and present it to her.
"If you need some food, I have some dried fruit ready for your consumption."
>He eyes the soda pack with slight discomfort.
(Soda pack noted, although for some reason it's gonna taste like raw sewage. Hopefully I'm wrong.)
>Spruce was unaware of this world's natural cloaking abilities and hiding those that did not wish to be seen.>He looked at his own hands bewildered, and totally surprised.
[Norwegian] "Helig skit…">He whispers to himself in his native tongue, looking then to Golden>Was he doing this?>No matter, it likely wouldnt be enough to escape this construct unnoticed.
"Can we get… More invisible? Or yeah could you make a distraction for that thing? Or maybe… Put up some sort of fake projection of this rock while we escape?">He clutches his AG3 tightly.
"Or we could fight it, its just a single ball… How bad could it be?">Famous last words there.
>>207248>Lowering her rifle, Astral can briefly spy Mallia as she tilts her lasrifle to the side and stares at it for a moment.>The Enginseer didn't like the odd sounds it was making while shooting. She briefly sends a fretting, worried signal to her lasrifle as she sends a query about it's current status. >Though before she can do more than give it a single pat on the Imperial Aquila emblazoned upon it's side, her eyes snap upward as she hears a CRASH, the sound of VICIOUS combat closing in.
>The Construct was barely 50 meters away from where she was right now. and still highly mobile even if currently busy fighting that weird Crystalline Equine xenoform. >This would usually prompt her to press the attack… But then she snapped her glance down to Astral, who was downed right beside her; dangerously close to the fighting.
(This isn't good… If she's exhausted, she's too close to the fighting.)
(She could get injured.)
"Not yet,">She spoke calmly despite the situation; her voice hardened but still kind as she looked to the Elk, shuffling to stand closer beside her,
"Are you okay?? You fainted! The fighting is closing in, too! Can you teleport, maybe?"
>As she quickly asked the question, her hand reflexively abandons the underside of her lasgun and she tries to grab the Predlk by the fetlock, trying to pull her back onto her belly, her mechadendrite moving to the otherside of Poinsettia, stabilizing her and keeping her from falling back to her side, it's manipulator claw gently nudging against their shoulder-blade.
>She lets the mechadendrite hang there like that, letting it support the Elk as she maybe, possibly, attempted to stand up; like a big crutch.
>She hoped that the predelk could walk on her own, so she allowed her a moment to give a yes or no answer while Mallia turned their black visored glance back to the fight. >>207315>At this range, she barely even needs to aim. However, it wouldn't be enough to simply shoot. >Enabling her preysense visor, she urges all of her machine spirit to pray to the Omnissiah and utter the Litanies of True Striking as she seeked out the glowing breach that she had seen earlier. >Enlisting the help of her Auspex once more to analyze the Construct now that they were so close to it, telling to scan for weakpoints, and to send her any and all important combat-relevant information gathered.
>The news from the voxbead that it was trying to hijack longer range means of communication only urged her to act with more determination.
"If this thing calls for help… I can't imagine what even TWO of these things can do to us, at this rate."[ 1d6+2 = 7 ]
<CQ. Auspex Scan: Battle Scan[ 1d6 = 2 ]
<B. Enginseering [ 1d6 = 1 ][ 1d6+1 = 7 ]
<B. Perception + PQ Preysense[ 1d6 = 5 ]
>And then, as she braces her rifle and takes aim from her crouched position, she sends it a sympathetic signal as she quickly interfaces with the rifle directly, and attempts to soothe it with her presence, so that it may perform to it's best.
(Remember what I told the Auspex, Holy Machine Spirit. You do not disappoint me; you must keep trying, no matter if you fail, keep trying; I trust you, I have faith in you.)
(Fight on. And don't you DARE apologize to me! PRAISE THE OMNISSIAH WITH ME AND YOU WILL NEVER GO WRONG!!)[ 1d6+1 = 2 ]
<B. Tech-Use: Rouse the Machine Spirit to Fury[ 1d6+1 = 5 ]
>Then, as she waits for Poinsettia, she braces her lasrifle against her shoudler and takes aim, then, hoping to deal at least SOME damage while she is flanking the beast, unleashes a few more (hopefully) accurate shots towards it's weak point; trying to break through armor and shielding in the way![ 1d6+5 = 6 ]
<B. Overcharged L.E.W + Leadership[ 1d6+5 = 9 ]
>>207315>She slowly got up, head shaking to try and dislodge the fatigue.
"Ooouch.">She put her head back down, the movement giving her a severe migraine.>>207373
"No I'm not…Horrible horrible pain. Old Horn is going to scold me for sure.">Astral said in a tired tone, not resisting the Engineseer lifting her up onto her hooves.>Once standing she braced herself, legs spread to ensure the earth wouldn't roll over and send her flopping onto the ground.
"Is the Clinic ok?"
>Eyes groggy the Pred-elk looked towards the Construct which elicited a half hearted growl.
"Imma tryna shoot da ting over der.">She didn't fire at any particular part, just the big mean mass of annoying orange.[ 1d6+2 = 5 ]
>E.Lightning Strike[ 1d6+2 = 4 ][ 1d6+2 = 3 ]
>>207315>Jamal continues his world-class running, pondering how much worse the hood would be if the police cap on his head actually meant anything.>This pondering is cut short once he closes in less than footbal field distance once again and draws his 1911.>He fires another two rounds at the metal cheese puff, aiming at the spot that some white sounding chick pointed out should it present itself.[ 1d6+3 = 8 ]
B. Small Arms[ 1d6+3 = 5 ]
"Stay still you pussy-ass cheese bitch! Stay still and catch these hands!"[ 1d6+2 = 8 ]
B. Intimidation[ 1d6+2 = 5 ] [ 1d6 = 4 ]
U. Engineering>The potential consequences of the construct getting tired of his yelling does not even come close to entering the mad nigger's mind.
>>207315>"Just like training.">Zhun's cadence of fire continued until he stops >He gets a good look at the thing before deciding on shooting on the lance arm shoulder joint >"Cripple it. Keep our horses safe.">He gets a good mount on his shoulder before firing[ 1d6+4 = 5 ]
<Basic Heavy Weapons [ 1d6+4 = 6 ]
>>207354>Visibly impressed at the DJ's work, the Spiral A.I. raises an eyebrow, the other dropping down in concern.
"This Lonestar human is functioning like a Committee intelligence agent sir, he's jamming entire bandwidths, not just frequencies-"[ 1d6+1 = 6 ]
<B.Electronic Warfare[ 1d6+1 = 7 ]>vs:[ 1d6+3 = 4 ]
<Superior Electronic Warfare[ 1d6+3 = 8 ][ 1d6+3 = 9 ]
>Making an incredibly judgemental face at being surprised, again, for the fiftieth time tonight, the A.I. simply begins filing the combat recording into encrypted storage.
"Hate to say this sir but I'd rather be losing to THIS digital abomination than allow you to deal with hostile equines-"
>Snapping off three bursts from the F2000 into the Construct's southern hemisphere, the first's relatively scattered penetrators aren't deflected, the second and third puncturing through the silverine foam, embedding with peculiar hollow sounds.
>Snarling over Razorback's broad spectrum transmissions, DJ Lonestar can be heard tearing his keyboard to shreds along with Emerald, much slower in comparison.
*"Ah'd be REAL grateful right 'bout's now if someone kin flat out kill what'n'th'fuck's tryin' ta cause data Hell ta us!"*
*"You could be a little nicer about this, Razorback is doing their be-!"*
*"Fuck off Em! Ah'm losin' half th'board 'ere and yer tellin' ME ta be nice af'er two days o'no sleep an'shitty stale coffee?! Th'secon' this shit's over Ah'm gonna drag ya straight off ta thet new brothel in th'Moors and stick yer lazy ass inna room filled wit'depraved mares even if ya shut up an'work them keys harder!*"
>Rubbing its chin with an even deeper look of concern, the A.I. makes a carefully constructed amendment to both of their records, as per standard Committee protocols.
"You really weren't foaling around about such varied humans being brought from different worlds-"
>Taking another tiny glancing blow, this time across the far left side of her skull from the Construct's pro wrestler sized fist, Naliyna changes tactics with a loud, ringing snort.>Unaffected by either the headbutt or the Construct's human-like hand clutching the polearm, dropping down onto her rear legs the Crystal mare leaps upwards, shoving both clad forehooves into the 3' round shield and supporting arm while emitting a forceful burst into the shield itself.[ 1d6+5 = 11 ]
<E.Reaction Speed[ 1d6+5 = 10 ][ 1d6+5 = 8 ][ 1d6+10 = 13 ]
<E.Assault: Leveling Crush[ 1d6+10 = 11 ][ 1d6+10 = 15 ][ 1d6+14 = 15 ]
<E.Crystal Runes: Leveler[ 1d6+14 = 16 ][ 1d6+14 = 15 ]>vs:[ 1d6+3 = 4 ]
<Auto-Logistics[ 1d6+4 = 9 ]
<Environmental Scan[ 1d6+8 = 9 ]
<Shield Smash[ 1d6+7 = 8 ]
<E.Defensive Protocols[ 1d6+7 = 11 ][ 1d6+7 = 13 ][ 1d6+14 = 20 ]
<E.Offensive Protocols[ 1d6+14 = 18 ][ 1d6+14 = 16 ]
"Sir, am I wrong in assuming that particular equine is ENJOYING this situation!?">>207356>Still wrenching off presumably above comfortable temperature gold plates, the mare tosses her head side to side, dislodging the plain yet thick red-trimmed helmet and exposing a thin, wiry built earth pony's head, dark ocean blue coated with tiny red and pink speckles, the mane a pale cream color.>Caught between snorting at your unintentional pun and snarling, the mare simply bends forwards, ripping off the small tower shield-like crest on her chest, cackling in exhaustion and audible pain as she does so.
"The Neighmperial Army doesn't let weaklings serve human, we earned our bloody stripes or died trying!">Tossing the briefest of a grin, you note large, quickly welling burns covering the mare's neck and chest, she drops down onto her rear hard with several loud clanks, both forelegs crossing her chest and smashing off shoulder plates with a hard, yet thankful inflection to her voice.
"I'll live with some great new scars, you go help shut that bucking thing down before it blows the Clinic off the face of Tallus! That's an order and if you don't do it the damned crazy Doctor here's gonna blow the shortest stack she's got on all your collective teats and asses!">>207373>Unfortunately the Lasrifle's condition was back to rather basic Forge-World standards, a fact that the Machine Spirit knew and was viciously disliking.>Dropping the command to your auspex, it denotes a rather curious series of energy calculations: not only was the 'Construct' almost functioning as a perpetual motion engine, each physical movement was further replenishing the unknown energy sources inside its hull.>Pinging a bare internal schematic to your micro-cogitator, there was a set of eight rectangular storage units inside the Construct's left and right hemispheres, each one now at dangerously high, unstable levels of containment.>Analyzing the small rent in the lower hemisphere, the auspex plaintively stated it was too small to directly target due to being suspended less than a foot off the ground, and the repulsion system it was using currently generated no heat.>Relaying an estimate of combat data, the Construct was fully biotechnological and outclassed Raindrop Raspberry's potential physical capabilities by roughly 1.9 magnitudes, though the Machine Spirit was highly puzzled at the constant stream of unintelligible trinary data flowing from it.
>Watching the fuchsia crystalline equine performing near-suicidal, close combat delaying maneuvers that might even make Krieg Commissars concerned, as well as envious, the exterior hull was well over 120 degrees and rising steadily, yet it was visibly unsteady from the equine's impacts.
>Readily accepting your request, the Lasrifle's tiny Machine Spirit sings back in perfect Binary with the proscribed Litany of Hatred, catching in your shoulder twice.>Narrowly avoiding the arm with the first brilliant red beam, several small chunks of orange shatter off into the crystalline xenos' barrel, the second puncturing a small circle into the hull, a small amount of fluid ejecting from inside.
>>207378>Somewhat able to see the orange sphere on the western side of the pagoda, Astral's jolt of lightning slams into the upper left leg of the fuchsia shaped cloud of hatred in the form of a pony, the mare's contact with the Construct transferring some of the energies into it.>Given her small understanding of pony close combat tactics and the bizarre nature of Crystal ponies, the Pred-Elk was dimly aware that it wouldn't harm the mare enough to matter.>Which, in response to the lightning, the mare emits a wide, soundless sphere of laughing chimes, entirely felt rather than heard.>>207382>Cracking into the silverine band with the first shot, most of the rear foam was now shattered off, the second leaving a long trail of copper against the Construct's rear hemisphere.>Now 60M from the abomination, it was clear that something was changing: for a split second, the halberd stills before the overly large human-like fist clutching it punches straight towards Naliyna.>>207385>Once more walking fire up into the Construct, the primary burst slam into the oversized, Uncanny Valley human arm connected to the hull.>The second trio embeds into the bizarre metallic substance making up the arm itself, failing to puncture through deeply.
>>207386>Cheto nods, understanding what's at stake.
(She seems alright, still standing. Maybe she can walk.)>He ties a simple knot on the open dried fruit bag, put it in its backpack, making sure it's on his back still, and pulls out his Steyr back again from under his jacket.
(Be sure to take the safety off.)>After doing said action, he waves at the pony as he starts dashing off towards the Construct yet again.
(I have a feeling she's right. I wouldn't want to make a medic of all people angry at me.)[ 1d6+2 = 3 ][ 1d6+2 = 8 ]
>While on the run, his mand wanders yet again.
(Why am I feeling like I've seen people like that pony before?)>A shake of his head.
(Not the time. Focus on that ball of metal. Where is it going and what's it doing are the questions that should be on your mind.)[ 1d6 = 3 ]
>>207386>Despite everything, Mallia couldn't help but crack a faint but tangible smile beneath her helmet, as her Auspex harvests precious information from the foe.
>She briefly pauses her shooting as she quickly issues another task to the Auspex: Scanning the constant stream of Trinary to attempt to understand it, as well as queuing another scan at least one of the rectangular storage units to completely identify it's function.[ 1d6+2 = 5 ]
<CQ. Auspex Scan
>As soon as the Auspex was back to working, she half-turns her head to look down to the predelk beside her. In pain, but still trying to fight. >The Enginseer shuffled closer to lean up against them, coiling the mechadendrite and shuffling it beneath Poinsettia's forelegs and around their lower chest, to support them as they try to urge the elk to lean against their side. >Kind of like a hug but stiffer and more metallic, and a lot tenser.>>207378
"Lean on me.">Said the Enginseer to the still elk still tentatively marked as an ally, gritting their teeth and silently hoping she doesn't regret this.
"I'll support you and protect you. Try to recover, take a small break from attacking if you have to. Please."
>Unfortunately she could not spare a hand from her lasrifle in that moment, as she quickly began to try to target the small circle she had created with the last shot; even if she only hit around it she might make the breach wider by shedding the armor! [ 1d6+1 = 3 ]
<B. Perception + PQ Preysense[ 1d6 = 5 ]
>And as she tries to re-acquire the target, she quickly begins a broadcast over the encrypted frequency of the Razorback operators; trying to announce her findings to all.
"*All units; this is Enginseer Mallia! BE ADVISED: My Battlescan has revealed that the Abominable Intelligence is currently recharging it's unknown energy sources via constant motion!*"
"*I repeat: Each physical movement is replenishing It's power sources further and further!!*"
"*There are EIGHT, RECTANGULAR STORAGE UNITS inside the construct's left and right hemisphere. Their power readings suggest they are all at high and unstable levels of containment!*"
>With that, she quickly begins pulling the trigger on her lasgun, trying to score effective hits against the Construct's hemisphere that is currently facing her, mindful trying to hit at the spots she had hit with the previous volley so that damage would hopefully add up. >Trying to make use of the rough schematic by targeting at the rough position of the storage units to damage them.
>Chanting alongside the Lasrifle, uttering the Litanies of True Striking beneath her breath.
"Deus Mechanicus guide my aim; O' Holy Machine Spirit strike with fury, strike down the hated foe with all your fury."[ 1d6+1 = 6 ]
<B. Tech-Use + CQ. MIU: Rouse the Lasgun to Fury[ 1d6+1 = 6 ] [ 1d6+5 = 7 ]
<B. Overcharged L.E.W + Leadership [ 1d6+5 = 7 ]
>CRAKAKA, CRAKAKA, CRAKAKA>To the sound of her lasgun's bright beam causing a whipcrack through the air, she resumes speaking with one last, short message.
"*There is a weak point -- A rent -- located at the lower hemisphere, at the bottom side of the sphere! It is hovering exactly one foot off the ground, and I cannot reach it from here, but a well-placed explosive may cause damage to it! Over!*"
>She then tries to shuffle forward a little bit, trying to get a little bit more infront of Astral, protectively, in anticipation of having to pick them up and run away later.
"Thank you kindly Mallia.">Astral said, wincing more at seeing she hit a pony than the Construct.>'Lets try that again.'[ 1d6+2 = 5 ]
>E.Lightning Strike[ 1d6+2 = 5 ][ 1d6+2 = 5 ]
>>207386>>207387>Pareidolia holsters his F2000 upon seeing the relative lack of penetration of the Construct's hull.
[Lack of exposed weak points. Silverine presumably acting as armor for equator repairs. Consider upgrading arsenal for armored targets.]
>He activates his optical camouflage while drawing his Panorama Blade.[ 1d6+2 = 3 ]
< Expert Stealth (Auto)[ 1d6+2 = 7 ][ 1d6+2 = 5 ]
"Then he has probable experience with operating electronic suites though a distinct lack of Committee rigor."
>He winces slightly at Lonestar's yelling.
"The variety and lack of consistent pattern makes the mission that much more difficult.""
>Willing himself to continue forward, he pushes on as Naliyna revels in the body shattering combat.
"Highly likely. Few combatants would pose this level of challenge to a pony with her abilities."
[Can only hope it is incapacitated before it choose to self-destruct.]
>Hearing >>207501 over his transceiver and noticing >>207537 ,he looks towards where the explosives were placed trying to gauge how successful they were.[ 1d6+1 = 5 ]
< Expert Perception + Pa[ 1d6+1 = 2 ][ 1d6+1 = 2 ]
[Kinetic energy charging? Not in close enough range. Not enough time, need to try and pierce those units-]
>An obscene visage forcibly penetrated Corsens' minds-eye to ejaculate an image of Slannesh flipping him off right back with its massive spiked tentacle dicks.
>Reorganised back into their stoic standing positions at the sides of the Guilds main door, the Nightgaurds gave the Cultist an appraising look.
"That is the nature of this place Sir, if you do not care for it then it is not for you.">Said the guard on the left, a stallion whom was scarred and older than the mare to the right.
>Walking by Corsens' side Venous tripped over her own hooves and nearly fell chin first into the hard cold ground at the humans words.
!">The Honour Guard snarled lowly, ears flat against her skull, her pace picking up speed to be in front of the Cultist.
>After that she did not say anything else, her demeanour stabilizing into a steady trot as she lead the human through the familiar Canterlot night-life.>Even at night the grandiose, ostentatious Canterlotian architecture of main streets and boulevards were glaringly obvious thanks to the amount of bright glowstone lamps lighting up these bustling city parts. With her sour mood writ upon her face ponies and few other beings stepped out of her path through these populated areas, giving Corsen comfortable walking room. Sadly this meant no mares dared to 'bump' into his ass or crotch this night.
>As he followed her his internal map of the city suggested she was leading him towards the edge of Canterlot.>Literally.>Passing several master-crafted wooden bakeries, flower-shops and cornering a cluster of lantern lit gardens sitting against a city wall saw Corsen reaching the edge, wind swept and chilly as the flagstone ground extended out into the sky as a free standing lip above the mountain Canterlot sat upon. >Despite its precarious nature the place had ponies here too, few in number compared during the day. Most were couples or herds enjoying nightly strolls with foals while soaking in the far reaching view of Equestria proper the unobstructed platform afforded. There were few Night guards, those that could be seen were flying in patrols off in the distance in defence patterns.>It reminded Corsen of when Mistress Duo Whell first brought him here, and how she ordered him to rut her silly in front of a hundred ponies at least. Good times.
>Coming to a halt in front of him, Venous placed her head on the golden topped railing of the edge, a tired sigh escaping her lips.
"Down there Sir human.">She said with no enthusiasm, a foreleg reaching out and hanging in the frigid open sky, hoof pointing downwards to a lake.>The Canterlot Lake, a massive body of water that covered the majority of the surface at the mountains base. The reflection of the moon on the shifting waters was bright, highlighting the black masses of numerous islands inhabiting the lake. And on these were the twinkling lights of habitation, for every one of them were private property of Nobles and Royalty alike.
"Your Mistress is down there, on that island there.">Her hoof pointed directly to one island that was separate from the rest by distance, its one defining feature that made it stand out from the rest was a brightly lit protruding tower in its centre.
"The private sanctum of the Royal Myndalin, your Mistresses' mortal enemy.">Venous spat venomously.
>>207352>Golden sat down onto his haunches and laid his back against the rocks hard rough surface, hooves rubbing both temples in thought.
"Most likely yes, but I am hoping this instance we're wrong."
>With a sideways glance he stared at the Chitqu, whom was curled into a vibrating ball of fluff on the Witchers' shoulder.
"I would need time to do that and I do not believe that is a good idea, if I summoned again and set my spectral upon the Construct it will no doubt call for reinforcements. And I do not want to know what it can call in as back up.">Closing his eyes the old Unicorns' horn lit up.
"I need more information to decide on what to do.">>207360>Hand in front of his face, Spruce could see right through, apart from a vague outline he was invisible.>This place was truly crazy.
>Golden Horn did not open his eyes, still concentrating on whatever he was conjuring.
"You may try Spruce however I like how deep I am currently in the Underdark.">He breathed, what he was doing must be a bit of a strain on him.
"Throw a rock behind it then, there are plenty lying around in hooves reach. Can't do projection sadly, not much of a prankster. And please no, let us try other options before we commit to fighting it, yes I am scared of one floating ball before you ask.">Spruce felt something plop onto his shoulder, looking he saw it was the Chitqu waggling its tiny finger at him. Again very human of it.>Certainly is coming off as a smartass.
>A flash of bright yellow burst from Goldens' horn and swept across both the humans and beyond their cover, an aura materializing around the Chitqu also.
"Let us see if we can get away from it without using our little friend as bait."[ 1d6+2 = 8 ]
>B.Arcane Awareness[ 1d6+2 = 5 ]
Turns until upon position: 3
>Such a precious little colt, he needs a boop on the snoot.[ 1d6+2 = 7 ]
>M.Belly rubs +Snoot Boop[ 1d6+2 = 3 ] [ 1d6+2 = 3 ] [ 1d6+2 = 5 ]
>Lont agreed with this.
"Indeed I am lucky. Dare say to some degree Cadence is also lucky to have me, as a minor amount of ego tells me.">He hoped Belregard caught on he was joking somewhat.
>Listening to Belregard open up and spill out his feelings certainly was an eyebrow raiser, he chewed the inside of his cheek thinking it over.
"Living certainly is a blessing, yet a curse too…Nothing beats it in my books but once it is over it's over, ending fast and unexpectedly-">He knew from experience.
"-Besides that I believe you too live, you have emotions and are caring for others. You are not some automaton, you are a living being like those you envy.">Lont was not prepared to have a discussion on the merits of Existentialism with the Champion on the spot, he was not Fyodor Dostoevsky dammit.
>Upon hearing about the floating clams nature put him to ease by a large margin.
"Good to know that, when I first saw her I thought she was bad news. Helps to know she isn't the bastard ball of tentacles that killed me s'well.">She sounded pretty chill to him also, which was a bonus. One less Ethereal to worry about.
>Rocking Void Crasher in his arms he weighed the options on who to go to, both sounded interesting enough. The latter moreso than the former. He will have to visit these strange healers another time, for now this Conclave will do. They have food after all.
"Right, the Conclave it is then. Ladies first!"
>>204178>Grimacing, I watch as the schematic of her body comes up, showing new areas that need to be repaired.
"Climbing a tree wouldn't be smart anyway.">Glancing out at the water as she regains oxygen for me, I nod.
"To one hundred meters it is. I never thought I'd be that far underwater.">Swallowing at the mention of the Construct thing, I grimace again.
"Let us hope it doesn't find us, if it is."
>Leadership: +2 to all Ranged, Evasion/Sprint, & Assault/Parry/Riposte rolls>>207389
*"Ya s'pose we'd all be real safe an'sound if some Construct gits 'hold'a all our info ya dumbass!?"*
>Hurling the unfortunately poor fitting niggacop frisbee-hat at the orange menace, it floats across the courtyard to nearly 4M of the Construct.>Watching on, Naliyna's half-leap, half-tackle rolls it backwards within range, the unmodified implosive blast denting most the Construct's rear hemisphere inwards, the Crystal mare relatively protected, except for some probably tinnitus.>>207393
"I owe you one as well!">Grinning quickly, the odd looking earth mare flops down into the pool of water and Mr. Pibb to roll about in it, an expression of sheer envy covering her face.
>Taking the safety off, and streaking north towards the Construct now 220M out, the blast wave of a definite C4 charge is overpowered by the sound of metal bending inwards.>While it wasn't exactly moving, the rather familiar fuchsia pony legs brute forcing the shield arm backwards was straining whatever anti-gravity tech the Construct used, apparently not able to cope with the added weight.>>207501>Instantly returning multiple sets of conflicting datums that made negative sense, the Machine Spirit was utterly unable to break the code.. rather normal since Holy Binary and the small amount of Hexadecimal it could translate wasn't enough.>Parsing the variables on the rectangular devices within the Construct's hull, the auspex confirms the previous analysis of energy generation, further denoting that while it couldn't analyze the energies being produced or stored the Abominable Intelligence was nonetheless preparing for an extreme measure.
>Not entirely catching on fire, the visor lights up the Construct's hull in the temperature ranges between 'will burn on contact' and 'boiling water'.>Spotting a small stream of equally heated fluid bubbling out of the Construct, the puncture was a tiny target, though you could probably make a ring around it with enough time.
>Praising the Omnissiah in tune with you, the Machine Spirit's fury against armored enemies is roused, accepting the necessary weapon damage from exceeding standard overcharge limitations.>Litany of True Striking: grants +2 Armor Pierce for 2 turns.
>Placing both shots approximately where the right side's central containment units were, a flash of green energies seen crossing the hull's right side before the world brightens a touch.>The hull ripples outwards, the localized detonation sends a burning shower of orange shrapnel and plasma towards the Pagoda and wrenches the weaponless human-like arm upwards, nearly fracturing off.>>207511>Striking the lower hemisphere of the Construct's hull, the electrical charge bounces around the small puddle of orange fluid billowing from where Pareidolia's blade had pierced through.. which promptly begins burning.>Quickly, as a matter of fact.>>207537>Hurling the charge next to the Construct, now tipping southeast and into the C4's danger zone setting it off is rewarded with a secondary ejection of orange fluid and crumpling the greatly weakened hull inwards.>Streaking back to safety east of the Pagoda while Naliyna accepts a mediocre punch to the side of her face, the trader drops under the thoroughly ragged round shield, scrambling to rush forwards before it could deliver another blow.
"I'M GETTING REALLY TIRED OF LAVA JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW! CAN'T WE JUST TAKE DOWN A GLACIER OR SOMETHING NICER FOR ONCE?!"[ 1d6+5 = 11 ]
<E.Reaction Speed[ 1d6+5 = 8 ][ 1d6+5 = 6 ]>>207588
"Rigor or not, his skills are effective.">Sinking into the unusually rigid Underdark, while it accepts you with faint suspicion the A.I. briefly puzzles over a strangely angled transmission, head cocking.
"Single target combat preference, I have some theories but they may not ma..tter? Sir, have no idea what's going on, but I can tell you that it was being jammed from orbit.. I think?"
>Tipping over backwards onto its virtually destroyed south hemisphere, the Construct's arms cease functioning, flaming plasma spreading around it in a large pool.
>>207802>Hurling off her overly warmed ponyshoes, Naliyna's head swivels around, blinking at the destroyed sphere now ablaze from the inside and crumpling inwards, the scarred mare calling aloud in relief.
"Don't get anywhere near it, those damned things stay hot for hours! Just let it melt because I'm not treating burns tonight!">Briskly turning her head to stare up at Chisan facing her, a grenade in each hand, she shrugs at his unspoken question.
"What? Just save them. I've seen a couple of these before, they don't blow up or anything, they just turn into lava. Dunno why.">Briskly trotting forwards to pick up her ponyshoes with a merry hum, Naliyna paces around the Pagoda's north side to drop them off.
>Ordering his commbead into action, Chisan takes a deep breath before speaking between huffs, sticking the grenades back in their pouches.
*"Construct threat neutralized. Naliyna Remostrine stated she has encountered this specific xenos before. They do not self-destruct, they, quote, 'turn into lava', end quote. Avoid the.."*>Checking his visor briefly, the Scion slings his Lasrifle onto his left shoulder, chuckling tonelessly.
*"Corpse until it cools or face severe burns."*
>Shoving open the Library's right scorched door, an exhausted, agonized, and furious mare begins shrieking.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS BROUGHT THIS THING DOWN INTO THE LAB?! CHISAN, GET YOUR ASS HERE WITH SOME MORPHIA OR ELSE I'M PROMOTING YOU AGAIN!">Upon hearing the voice, the Scion immediately shuts off his commbead so no one could hear him snerk, breaking into a jog, and circling well around the burning hulk.
>Captain Kitang & Naliyna gains: +1XP.>Astral Poinsettia, Cheto, Mallia, Jamal, Pareidolia, & Zhun gain: +7XP.
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