Log:Rotting Depths
Rotting Depths
OOC Date: December 23, 2019
Location: Kaver Colony, Kaver, Wild Space
Participants: Grom, Sajin, Kasia Ashkuri, Hex, Hadrix Kora, Zee'Roh Kora, Ca'tra Kora, Jax Greystorm, Aryn Cole
Kaver Colony, Wild Space
Kaver is a miner world with a barely breathable atmosphere. The sky is a hazy amber and the land is a rusty brown or reddish orange. Their shuttle settles down on an abandoned landing pad beneath the looming form of a massive atmospheric processor.
Kaver Colony was the only source of life on this rock; civilized life that is. Settled in the deepest canyons on the planet, the facility stood out against the contrast of reddish brown dust as a white collection of prefabricated corporate mining facilities complete with a refinery, and a massive bubble dome much like Mandalore had. The bubble protected the colony against the raging dust storms that ravaged the surface, where clouds as high as the sky made it nearly impossible to navigate without a beacon to hone in on.
Landing had happened without issue, and disembarking from the vessel was much the same, but they found the colony in a state of no activity.
Speeders were left strewn about, cargo discarded, and trash littered the streets. Everything, despite being contained within this bubble, was overshadowed by the presence of a massive atmospheric processor.
For awhile, the group patrolled outward from their landing zone following the main street. It all seemed like a lost cause until a human rose up from a hiding place. Then another, and another.
It seemed like things were going to be okay until these humans came within close range of the group.
"KILLLLLLLL!" They uttered mindlessly, their voices muffled and disembodied. For those who had encountered the Mnggal Mnggal before had no problem recognizing these entities as the zombie like creatures of legend.
Aryn cries out from one end of the group. "Stick together, and remove their limbs and means of movement. Protect yourselves from the black ooze that comes from their body! One drop gets on your skin and that's it. Seal yourselves in your armor, use fire if you have it!" Aryn extends a spear and steps into a fighting stance using her distance to keep these entities at bay.
"We need to reach the processor and trigger it to explode.. but it looks like we're fighting our way there!"
Twelve (12) of these humanoid, stumbling entities began to move in for the attack!
It's a good thing Sajin, King of Drink and all around just great good guy, was wearing his Void armor sealed and rated for EVA. <<"The black ooze stuff again?">> To be fair the Hapan had only dealt with it once on a ship. Unfortunatly, he had forgotten it's proper name. Not that it mattered as he was here for only one thing. He pulls his trusty DL-44 from his hip and moves forwards, searching for his first target.
"Ryma'at, what the--?" Hex is retired. Right? Quiet family life. Pillar of the community! Run the bar, run the cargo, quiet, easy.... quiet... alright, too quiet. He's not a man who stays still with ease and he's not a man who stays at peace at all. Whatever demons drive the big Twi'lek into bottles and fistfights, they also sometimes drive him to places like this, far away disasters, chaos and strife that normal people avoid. He volunteers. He likes it.
Even so... /these/ things are a bridge farther than most, and the lekku in flexible armored sheaths out the back of his helmet twitch in alarm. Kill. Kill! There's ooze, and mindless shuffling. "Folks," Hex announces, drawing a pistol best described as a hand cannon, "I gotta say this is some of the most cuffed up chit."
Zombie things... <<"Why am I so beleaguered by the living dead?">> the former stormtrooper moves to form up with his Vod, <<"Ca'tra, stick by me, I'll keep you clear eh?">> Hadrix tucks away the carbine he has intended only to draw out the plasma rifle in short order.
<"Ashkuri, if you acquire your own hunk of agricultural land out here, does that clear my tabs?"> externals clicking on as he quips, training his weapon on the horrific flesh eating (maybe) shambling (likely) nasty humanoids gurgling 'killll' at his compatriots.
Helm swiveling from side to side on alert in the eerie quiet of the dome, Ca'tra has sealed herself hermetically into her Mandalorian armor. One never knows. Right? The black visor greys to silver as she initiates her HUD to identify the human figures walking towards them. Holding her drawn Glie-44, she says over private coms to her vod, <"Remind me, why I am here? Really? Black ooze"> She mutters the Mandalorian equivalent of oy vey. <"Sticking and here.">
Jax had his own reasons for what he did. Most of them was to do something good in the galaxy. They're were people who said the Corellian was touched in the head. Days like this he'd agree with them.
Jax releases the mag lock on his helmet and pulls it into place. He takes a moment reaching out to the force and letting it flow through him before pulling his Dl-44. <<Somebody want to tell the new guy who skipped the first day of class what's going on?>> He says as he pulls up his blaster and taking aim.
"No blood??" Grom echoes, sounding affronted. "This is a TERRIBLE INSULT. Thirteen of the acceptable post-battle traditions of Fale involve bathing in blood. Grom is VERY AFFRONTED." That said, he addresses his axe, "No, not this time. You are too fond of spreading blood. And entrails. AND OTHER ASSORTED VISCERA." He tucks it through his belt while tromping along with the others. "Nor gun.. nor baby gun. VERY WELL, Grom will SMASH THE UNWORTHY FOES, while leaving skins intact! TO BATTLE." Yes, Grom gas decided to wade into battle against this eldritch terror.. by punching them.
Zee'Roh stays close to her Vod, craddling her slugthrower against her chest on its tactical sling. Her helmet, because it's a helmet and that's how they work, hides the disdain she has for things what look dead and aren't. <"I hate anything that doesn't have the good sense to be dead after it's been proper killed."> Shifting the rifle up with the stock in her shoulder, barrel angled down. <"Ah well, might as well engage in hostile negociations to expediate a return to natural state, I.E. drek getting wrecked.">
This isn't the first time that Kasia has encountered these things, so you'd think she would have come a little more prepared for the possibility, but she didn't. She does have gloves on, and protective eyewear, but her armor is lightweight and there is still a little exposed skin. She'll just have to be wily, or hide behind Grom. "It really is messed up," she says in agreement with Hex as she pulls her blaster free of its holster, eyeing the approaching, shuffling once sentient beings with a degree of disgust. The upset Grom gets a look from Kasia, and just to be safe, she reiterates, "No bathing in any of the blood here. Not just because I care about you, but also because I don't want to have to fight you if you turn into one of those things. I don't think anyone here wants that. Right?"
"Before you stands what used to be the miners and colonists of this world. They were infected and consumed by the ooze. This ooze, despite its oily appearance, is sentient." Aryn explains, taking the rear position of the group since she's among the smallest and most fragile. "It takes only one drop for it to be absorbed in through your pores, and it begins to consume you from the inside until your entire body is comprised of that ooze. It moves of its own volition, attacks with super strength, and enjoys ripping people apart. No heroics here. Work as a team, cover each other. We have a full kilometer ahead to the processor, then we have to get inside and trigger its self destruct. This substance is known only as the Mnggal Mnggal (Nal-Nal). Do not mistake its simple appearance for stupidity. It can overwhelm and outsmart us."
<<"Yeah... don't bath in like... any of this stuff.">> Sajin confirms as he crouches slighlty and picks out a target, aiming for the leg. His firs bolt hits but doesn't take it clean off. He tries to hit the same spot two more times. <<"Oh man guys, this is going to be really hard. I'm so not prepared for this... Can we just nuke it from Orbit this time? OR... OR Maybe I can use one of my BALLS.">> Not Sajin's balls... not again. <<"There's farm land here? Huh... maybe I'll buy some.">>
"Your tabs? What about your tabs?" Hex asks Hadrix, voice slightly altered by the vocoder properties of the helmet he's wearing. "Wait, are you saying you have open tabs?" His inclination seems to be to stick near those he knows --- Sajin, Grom, Kasia, Jax, familiar faces. Combat styles he knows and trusts, people with whom he's faced slavers, the First Order, monsters and mayhem!
"Sajin no!" Hex warns, alarmed into missing his first shot, "You don't want farmland here! Nothing would grow here except nightmares, cursed crops and bad luck." He blows a hole in one of the creatures, but then takes a step back when the second victim still keeps coming. "So'cha ka, maybe we should have nuked it from orbit."
<"Vod'ika..."> Hadrix mutters as he watches the King of Drik opening fire, and then the Bionic Bartender, he comments to Ca'tra as he adjusts the spray style of the weapon, a gout of fog that bursts into multi-hued fire erupting about the creatures. <"Yea-haaah!">
The problem it seems that such disbursal isn't as he would have hoped. <"Shavit..."> He mutters, keeping himself as a good sized walking wall of... guy in... mando... armor for Ca'tra to use as cover.
<"I have open tabs! I didn't pay before I headed for the lift shuttle. Also. I -do- have thermal detonators if we want to take the Nuclear Option."> They're the best <"Also some smaller ordinance!">
<"Of all the stupid things in the universe,"> Ca'tra retoggles her gun into kill mode after stunning one of the black oozing things in its little finger. < I am not on a mission of mercy here.> The human turned thing now has a gloppy right arm. <"Shavit, is the word of the hour!">
<Sithspawn?> Jax says actually says in the form of a question as he draws up on the fire line and fires his DL-44 covering the others. He says firing at a pair of entities and dropping them and missing the thrid. <Open tab? It's been months since I've been to Nar Shaddaa and besides I just always used Ax's tab. I know better than to owe Kasia money. She'll make me baby sit.>
"DO NOT FEAR, Secret- ..Slapping Human," Grom assures Kasia. "Ahem. DO NOT FEAR, Grom is is devourer of things, NOT the thing to be devoured! ...Also, Grom knows not to eat any of this foul food. HUMANS ARE SMELLY and their flesh requires much seasoning and pickling. ...In addition to the black goo," he adds, just in case being Human didn't make it clear that he would not eat the undead. While he rambles, the first of these possessed corpses have come into reach, and the hulking alien shouts, "GASP. THE ENEMY HAVE SNUCK UP ON THE MIGHTY GROM." Yes, they 'snuck up' on him. Through a storm of blaster fire. The Houk siezes hold of the nearest zombie, lifts it bodily much like a smaller creature might pick up a hefty, wriggling stick, and bludgeons the second foe with the first.
Zee falls back a few steps as the oozbies approach and levels up her rifle to snap off a quick pair of shots that go wide, if not very. <"Shivat /is/ the word of the day..."> Until Grom uses one oozbie as a melee weapon against another... <"Huh... You don't see that everyday.">
Kasia is similiarly sticking close to those that she's familiar with, which means she's right near Sajin as he talks about using his balls. That gets a look, for more reasons than just the the obvious. "Make sure if you do, we're well clear, anything explosive is going to throw that black goo around and we don't want to be showered in it. At least I don't, I can't speak for you." She raises her blaster, squints an eye and fires off a shot brutal enough to blast a leg right off one of the beings. "I'm fully in favor of nuking from orbit if we want to retreat to the ships."
"The issue is.." Aryn yells, twirling her spear and missing a stab. She moves to one side, sliding with a sudden wisp of her cape. Her weapon whirls about and she pushes it through the center of an entity and holds it in place. "Mr. Hadrix, .. fry it!"
"Like I was saying, the issue is not retreating. We lack the nuclear capability to not only wipe this colony out, but what lays beneath the surface as well. The atmospheric processor will do this for us though."
Six more of these entities join the fray! The group has progressed 200m, leaving 800m to go to reach the processor!
<<"Right... no farm land here and, got ya. And no balls either.">> Sajin says after the warning from Hex, Aryn, Kasia, and the others. He turns his blaster on another of the posessed being, his first shot missing. The second takes its leg off... He turns towards another on the other side of him who stumbles back from someone elses shot and twists around with the momentum. HE fires one last time, the bolt perferating his butt right down the middle. It's not a nice nice as it falls to the ground. <<"Owwwch... gross.">> His blaster beeps at him, he's out of ammo. <<"Ah drek.">> Reload or switch weapons? That's the real question.
"How did you walk out without paying!" Hex demands of Hadrix, like somehow settling the Mando's tab at the Blue Light is an important matter to be discussed here and now. "You can't walk out without paying! You can fight me for it," he offers, like this is a normal thing to do, and this is a normal solution to present while under current circumstances wherein everybody has a not insignificant chance of dying. "You win, you pay your tab. I win, I pay your tab. It's good, ok ka."
Hex's expression is hard to read past the helmet, though the ringed armor of the lekku-covers do reveal some of his attitude through the movement of those uniquely Twi appendages. Tension, focus. At least until Sajin's target takes a bolt what what up the butt, which surprises a laugh out of Hex that's equal parts delight, disgust, disbelief. "Ryma'at," he curses the name of the goddess, blows a hole in another creature, and then remembers to breathe. "Don't stop moving! We got equipment to blow up!"
They twitch, they twist in place and just as Ca'tra takes a bead on one already missing an arm, her foot goes out from under her in something that she fervently hopes does not get into her suit. <"Burn 'em up, Had. Get 'em, Zee. Cause I'm not hitting a thing.">
<"Oh! AH! UGH! NO! NO! NO!!"> Hadrix dances back a the beasts post-human... things, ugh they're so gross, come at him. Keeping Ca'tra with him, <"Well I didn't walk out! I hustled out!"> the big mando mutters as he keeps an arm out to aid in pushing Ca'tra with him, so that she has the continued safety of Big Lug (tm).
<<"Zee! Form up on us, Vod!">> Sending her a locater ping via their clan comms.
When the little blonde doctor holds one in place for him, Hadrix takes the option - dialing the nozzle down to a tight stream, to cover the front of the creepy gross thing in hot liquidey fire goodness.
<"Why didn't we hover a drop craft over the processor?! Why is it I'm always in military operations that make no sense! It's like we're in some sort of sick game, I swear!">> still moving forward, watching the goop monster melt and burn to ash. <"Shavit.">
"Jax dodges out of the way of one of the zombies that tries to attack him. He brings up his blaster and fires into the face of the Zombie. <Nope. Just plain Nope.> THen he turns to fire at another one in the torso. <Hex, FIght the guy with the flame thrower later! Not when we're nearly going to get eatten by the reason Sith Spawn is a cruse word.>
"Where is this Spheric Processor of which you speak?" Grom asks Aryn, peering around and failing to see the proverbial forest the the GIANT IMPOSSIBLE TO MISS Atmospheric processor which dominates the dome. In his distraction, Grom is struck several times, once even being hard enough to get his attention. "GASP, AGAIN. Curse you and your stealth, foul little Mammals!" Armored fists are brought overhead and back down in superhuman hammer fists, crunching the skeletal structure of the unfortunate dead man, leaving an irregularly shaped and now quite immobile corpse. And it's oozing blood, because despite his claims that fists would not break skin, there is an amount of force that just is going to break skin. And bones. And... everything.
Thank god Zee doesn't have low self esteem because this would definitely make it worse. Another pair of shots, another missed pair of shots.
<<"I've got you on my sensors.">> Zee says over clan comms, moving towards the indicator with her rifle pivoting around to shoot (And miss) one, then another oozbie. She arrives just in time for Hadrix to roast onethe reanimated creatures.
"Wait, you walked out on a tab?" Kasia is just now catching that part of the conversation taking place, head turning to squint over at Hadrix, frowning at him while he dances in retreat. "You scammed your way out of a tab? Is that what you're saying?" Hex gets a look too as he offers to fight for the honor of the tab. "Wait, how much are we talking?" Because this is definitely the important thing to be dealing with here. She still has her blaster raised, though her focus had shifted away for a moment, but as the attacks continue she squints at one of the shambling goo beasts, and then fires right into one of their heads. Squelch, there is not a head anymore. "I need more information on this bar tab situation."
Aryn shoved her spear through the arm/shoulder of another entity, bringing them down to the ground with a loud scream and pinning it. "I've another here!" Aryn yells, struggling to keep it pinned to the duracrete.
They've pushed up another 600m, and two more entities join the fray! "We're almost there!" Aryn yells over the chaos and blaster fire. This was her op, but she never claimed to be the product of good strategy. She needed to see the colony before making a call! Blame Aryn!
<"Well if we're almost there!">> Sajin says holstering his empty DL and deciding to conserve his spare packs for now. On the untility belt of his Void Armor where his seperate hands can easily access it are metal knuckles. He grasps them and puts them on quick, going about a stance that indicates great skill and years of martial arts training of the Hapan variety.
"I don't know, someone walked out on a tab!" Hex yells back at his wife, firing three powerful bolts into the creatures... people? People that aren't people anymore? It's hard to say. Maybe he doesn't know. It's unsettling, and maybe all this unrelated chatter is part of a coping mechanism for not thinking deeply about this. But the nature of the monsters sneaks in, as surely as their ooze. The shots miss. "Almost there," Hex breathes, "Almost there."
Still on the ground and one of the oozers has used what is left of its intelligence to attack something ostensibly easier to infect. Ca'tra scrambles to rise when suddenly there is a wall of steel between her and the THANG. Hadrix's shadow lays over the young doctor. <"Had? What tab? Who is leaving tabs behind at a bar?"> The topic of the hour is bar tabs, the word of the hour being 'shavit' somehow stitches it all together.
<"It's just a couple hundred credits..."> Hadrix continues to fire into the monstrosities@emit <"It's just a couple hundred credits..."> Hadrix continues to fire into the monstrosities... but he's just spraying fire out into the air right now. It seems less the enemies are hog tied he's good for making sure they're well illuminated, including the one that's gotten slime on his plates but hasn't been able to get through as the big guy shoves it back.
<"I think... Maybe only a couple of hundred? I'd ordered a bottle... and a large to-go order from the kitchen... I brought it to the ship."> Hadrix admits. <"I mean I could just pay when we're back on Shaddaa."> Then Jax is blazing away with that chunky old antique, <"Oya'Arutiise"> then Ca'tra is asking questions, <"I opened a tab at the blue light and then the call to help this place out came through! I ran out the door! I'm going to pay them back! Nothing has killed me yet, why these things? I'm much greater than these things, they can't kill me!">
Jax fires a trio of shots into the Zombies. <Doc Cole! You seem to know something about this. Who or what is causing this?> He says shaking his head and letting Hex and Had discuss their about tabs. Then Hadrix drops the ammount, <Wait? A couple hundred? What the Sith Spawn did you order?> Then he looks back at the zomibies, <Sorry to curse you guys. But seriously 200 credits in a bar? Damn. Then again I'm a cheap drunk these days.>
"Ohhhhh, THAT Spheric Processor," Grom realized aloud, peering up at the massive machinery. "Grom dies not like it," he decides. "It is ARROGANT in height." Grom days that about anything larger than him. To soothe his pride, the Houk lifts a massive boot and drops it with force, crushing the chest cavity of the enemy pinned by Aryn's spear, with sufficient force that his boot scrapes against the duracrete beneath the zombie.
Zee is moving, under diress!, towards Hadrix and Ca'tra. <"I've decided to miss every shot /on purpose/ until Hadrix pays his bar tab."> Matter of factly, she misses.. twice.. but they're close enough groupings that she /could/ have done it on purpose. Even if she probably /didn't/ do it on purpose. The important part is that she could have.
Kasia listens to Hex and Hadrix while firing off another shot that lands slams into the side of a building, leaving behind some great damage but not actually doing the group any good. "That's all? Oh," she says as they move, trying not to sound too out of breath as they hustle along. "That's not so bad. Yeah, sure you can fight Hex for the tab this time. But don't run out on tabs again, Hadrix, or else I'll be extremely cross." It sounds like less of a (somewhat breathless) threat than it does a parent expressing disappointment in their wayward child, but it'll have to do for now.
<<"I mean... I never pay at the Blue Light. I don't even know what a tab is.">> Sajin says, and it's likely true if those who know him know anything. He's a big old dumb guy with a lmitied yet also condradictively extensive vocabulary. He angles in on one of the Entities, cracking one of his knuckles along it's arm as it comes to block his attack. It staggers back, narrowly avoiding the follow up jaw breaker he throws next.
It's back on his chest plate, teeth cracking, just... chewin' away, <"What in all the hells of corellia is with this thing? I keep shoving... it keeps biting, it's like it's trying to nurse on me!!"> the big man looks to the creature and pistol whips it away before hosing it down with rich delicious Firey Destruction, wincing as it makes screams that he finds haunting... and screamy.
<"See Hex, worry about him! He doesn't even pay! Even Kasia thinks it's okay, even if there is the impending risk of her cro-- Ugh... I'm in a sealed suit and I can just -imagine- how that smells..."> watching the creature fall over as it -still- tries to get a bite out of his beefy warrior man chest. Dig in ladies, and men who are into that sort of thing. He's not going to judge. BIG WINK. Yeah.
"You don't have to pay a bar tab, Sajin, you're an angel and we're glad we're here," Hex promises Sajin. "Everybody else though, they have to pay." He fires and the bolt is evaded by his quarry; Hex has to duck back and take a moment to reload rather than shoot again. "A'kei ka schutta, they just don't stop coming, do they? One and another and another, it doesn't matter what we..." No, bad track, bad thoughts. "Goddess above, I've never wanted to be anywhere more than I want to be at that processor right now."
There is a measure of consolation in the considerable powers of her aliit. The zombie that had trie to tip itself over on her goes up in flames like a Zeltron candle. In the greasy light, Ca'tra fires several times missing the next one bearing down on them. <"Had. Zee? Let's run up a hella tab if we get out of this.>"
"Out of Grom's way!" the Houk bellows at the mindless enemies, as the destination looms near and the alien begins clearing the path for his fellow heroes. Of course, being Grom, he is distracted promptly. "But wait- if you flee from the Mighty Grom, then- GASP, THEN GROM CANNOT CRUSH YOU- No, COME BACK AND LET GROM CRUSH YOU," he orders, running off after one ineffectuallly, barely even noticing that another zombie is hanging in the back of his shoulder, gnawing on his arm.
<Don't you work for them? They probably just take it... Well there is that.> When Hex calls Sajin an angel. <Well I guess that answers that.> Jax says as he blasting away at the spawn, <Seriously. I mean can we focus on the creatures before they open up a tab?>
<"Alright, enough of this."> Zee lets the rifle drop down on the sling with her hand going immediately to the heavy blaster on her right thigh. After the release of the magnetic seal keeping it seated, she yanks it free and puts the barrel point blank on one of the Oozbies foreheads and empties the contents all over the ground behind them. Thankfully, it's just ooze. Even before the first has fallen, she half turns and fires the blaster across her chest towards a second, spinning the reanimated creature with a shot to the shoulder, straightens out, and fires a third shot that goes wide of the right ear to that same former person.
Visor pointed at Ca'tra, <"Big tab are my speciality. I can't get drunk."> The Seeker... the ZEEKER droid... on her back releases from the brackets over her jetpack with a little side chop motioning, <"Find me an access terminal.">
"Hex is right," Kasia replies on the heels of his reassurance to Sajin, offering the pretty hapan a quick smile. "And I didn't say it was fine, Hadrix, just that you can fight him for it, don't do it again!" She squeezes the trigger, and the blaster bolts work their magic by cutting one of those beings in two. Her nose crinkles as she shuffles to the side, not that close to any of them, but wanting more distance all the same. "I hope there aren't more of these inside, I've had about enough of them."
"Corsair, I'll speak with you privately about the intricacies of the Mnggal Mnggal. For now, we need to hold this position. The terminal is there, under the awning." Aryn points, then turns and presses her finger to her ear, missing two stabs with her spear and growling. <<"Pilot, prep the shuttle and make way to the processor. We will dust off from there and get off this dreadful world!">>
"Everyone hold your ground while Ms. Zee works on that terminal."
Sajin keeps on the the one he'd been dancing with since last round. He strikes twice, his second punch landing a crushing blow to the gut. There's cracking and gurgling sounds as the body collapses. He turns back towards the others, looking back now and again to the ones attacking them. <<"How much longer, I'm ready to leave now.">> He jumps out of the way of some black goooop!
Freshly reloaded, Hex takes careful aim and fires, the power of the slightly ridiculous pistol blowing holes in the bodies of two more... "Mggnn Mnnngg whats??" the big alien gasps, somehow upset to have learned that these things have 'intricacies'. "No kidding, me too," he agrees with Sajin, huffing and puffing a little as he holds ground off the slicer who will save the day with a satisfying power overload and resulting explosion. "You know how out of shape I am right now? Seriously out of shape, ok ka."
<"Ordinance out, danger close!"> Hadrix snarls, a hand going into his grenade belt, grabbing him a big hot hunk of durasteel with grip ridges - thumbing the activator twice before he displays his complete and total disregard for how one throws a grenade.
He doesn't arc it. He fast balls it into the face of one of the creatures, kicking it off it's feat just before the ordinance detonates, taking three others with it.
<"SPACE I LOVE THAT!"> Boy loves explosions.
<"Shame, you can't get drunk, Zee. Real shame."> Ca'tra sights one of the last group between them and the generators to hit it solidly in the chest. <"Drek, that should have burned ..."> Boys will be boys and Hadrix's voice has a manic edge to it after he lobs a grenade at the one that tried to take a bite out of her. It broke what was left of its teeth on her durasteel forearm.
<Sounds like a talk for another time.> The sometimes Merc Jax/Corsair says as he blasts one in the face, then another in the torso, and then another in the leg. <Hex, this makes me want to reminisce about the good old days when we did this stuff all the time, but they weren't those good of days. Also why did they keep making a fighter pilot go on ground missions?>
Grom is splattered with black ichor. It runs down his armor and drips from the points of the gigantic fangs bolted onto his helmet as the Houk looks at Kasia. "Grom wishes it known clearly: The MIGHTY GROM did not seek to bathe in the blood of unworthy foes.. The bath LEAPT at Grom. ENTIRELY DIFFERENT." That said, Grom turns back to- oh yes, the desperate battle. Seizing a hold of one walking corpse by the wrist, *rips* the arm off at the shoulder, and bludgeons the remainder of the creature into the ground with it.
Zee follows her Zeeker through the throngs of oozbies what are all dropping like the flies around Vigos head. Kneeling down infront of the terminal where she can extend spooled cords from her wrist computer directly into said terminal and begin working her magics on the interface. Left hand blazing across the Arabesh symbols, quickly decrypting the coded safety measures and setting a relatively safe amount of time for them to extract. JUST long enough for cool running with explosions behind them and escaping in a mushroom cloud action!
<<"Shades on if you got'em.">> She indicated, yanking the cords free so they can recoil into her computer with the clinch of her fist. Hand down on her blaster as she scoots up off the floor to rejoin Ca'tra and Hadrix. <"I can simulate intoxication."> To Ca'tra, <"Plenty good enough to act like a sloppy drunk slut."> Deadpan. Lecherous wink implied behind her helmet.
"They weren't good old days," Kasia agrees with Jax, glancing over at him as she turns, ready to help defend the slicer. She shuffles to the side, juuuuust managing to avoid getting splattred by the black goo by basically the width of a hair. "I definitely think I'm ready to go too." Her gaze shifts to grom, eyes widening slightly as she sees /his/ state. "You're right, Grom, it is entirely different. That armor might need to get bathed in fire though, because of... all that." She steps back a little further while firing her blaster again, the bolt ripping into torso. "How long is this going to take?"
The shuttle arrives moments after the very capable and deadly squad has eliminated the last of the visible Mnggal Mnggal. Only one remained, but it fell over itself, clutching its chest and crawling around. When the self destruct was initiated, alarms began to sound. The shuttle lowered and Aryn tugged the door open motioning the others to get on board. Those who got gooped are sterilized first, then permitted to board. The last off the field is Aryn, who sits upon the deck with her legs hanging out of the bird while it lifts off. When they get outside the bubble, the door shuts and they're all given a view of the planet behind them as a bright spot ignites and goes supernova on the ground. Mission accomplished.
