The Evrensel Conflict: Prologue -- The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday (Loud)

Weiss keeps her mind focused on her glyph, on keeping it structured. But there is much going on, and much she isn't sure of. Rather… well she has no idea about who or what the others are. First Van launches himself, and Weiss mutters "Idiot". And then someone else attacks… and then someone else attacks. "You're.. all…" she pauses to take a breath "attacking out of order!" Her first (and only) thought was that she would have to be the one to act as defender to this little group.

More of the shots continue to pelt the glyph, and eventually there appears small cracks in the glyph's pattern. At almost the same time Weiss feels a single bead of sweat roll down her forehead and then cheek. The amounts of shots begin to decrease as the amount of drones begin to decrease. Despite the fact she was getting drained quickly with keeping the glyph active, she kept herself collected and seeming utterly unbothered by the situation. A far cry from the truth.

Out of the corner of her eyes does she look to Gehrman when she hears his voice as he stays behind the glyph. "What?" She says rather indignantly. The sort of 'what' that is usually followed by 'how dare you?'. Not this time, though. Her focus and eyes move back to the glyph, and she feels it losing more and more integrity. Now perhaps she knows it's relatively safe to lower the shield she had erected for them all. Or perhaps she just can't keep it up any longer. Either way, the glyph suddenly vanishes from sight, and nearly immediately Weiss drops to one knee. With a 'clink' sound the tip of her sword rests on the platform directly in front of her feet, both hands upon the base of the handle. She seems to lean on it a little, her breathing deep and measured. "Weiss." She utters as she sits there, looking towards the ground in front of her. Out of the corner of her eyes then does she look towards Gehrman, a few strands of white hair in her vision. "My name is Weiss."

Slowly then does she look towards the others.. both those out with the drones and then towards those behind her on the platform. As far as she can see, as for right now, everyone on the platform seems to have come through this without incident. A slow and deep breath in, and she slowly lets it out as she starts to push herself slowly to her feet. She does keep herself low, but at least getting to her feet. She knows they aren't in danger, and she doesn't want to put herself into the line of fire of anyone.
 
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Their defense against the drones, while lacking in coordination, was working, as they were able to push through them with their attacks, along with those on their own floating platforms besides theirs. It looked like they were halfway there, as the top was now visible to them.

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The walls were still shifting, however, and the station was becoming more narrow the further up they got. If they didn't hurry, they may very well get crushed. "Uhhh," Alec hummed out in concern, "Any of you remember how we get to the station's server?" He sure as hell didn't.

And... Well, neither would the others. "Ummm, alright, well, there must be an access tunnel or vent we can use once we reached the top--" Alec would be interrupted mid sentence when something stabbed him through the chest. An invisible blade pierced through his armor from behind, stabbing through his spin and heart, and shooting out between his rib cage. The team would see his blood slid down the invisible blade, making its rectangular shape perceptible.

The Scotsman's eyes went wide with surprise and pain, and looked down at his chest to see the rather HORRIFYING situation he was suddenly in. Whatever stabbed him then quickly kicked him hard across the platform to the others, trying to knock some of them off or distract them with a dying man. The closest one to the attacker was Weiss, but before she could make for an offensive move, their invisible attacker was quicker than her; smashing their metal foot across her chin.

The force was hard enough to knock her out cold.

The attacker would reveal themselves to the group then after. Another machine, but strikingly different from the drones.

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The blade that stabbed Alec was connected to its arm, and once its camouflage was down, it shot the blade right for Gehrman's throat, then just as quickly pulled a semi-auto pistol out of its right hip to fire at everyone else.

"AHHH!" Wheatley yelled as things very quickly went more insane, "Okay okay okay, uhhhh, let me figure something out to help you! Uhhhhhhhhhh, oh! Here we go, this should do something!" He quickly tried hacking through the system to aid in the team, but whatever he thought he was hacking through was not it, because instead music began to play.


"Oh. Oh, no, that's not what I thought that was, my bad, I thought that was like turrets or something. Okay, uhhhh, I'll try finding something else!" Wheatley then disappeared through the wall panels he was connected to.​
 
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Van - Station Battle

With the calm of drones being dealt with and things moving as usual that Van calms down, returning to the group holding more than a few torn-off plates of drones. There are definitely more than a few burn spots all over his body and the plates he's holding, but he's more or less fine overall.

And then shit hit the fan as Alec gets pierced from behind by something and launched into the group, and before Van can process that, Weiss gets knocked out just as fast...
Not even giving himself time to think, Van is already charging forward with plate shields blocking high and low (Keep his legs and torso/head from getting shot)...

And before he even gets close enough, everyone would hear a low sound of something click like a piece of flint sending sparks.

Then everyone would see Van blow up as he lets go of his plates, resulting in them being sent forward at the robot. Both from his explosion, but soon small rocky lizards (about the size of half a limb) blasting out from him towards the opposition.

And right after, Van now looking more like a pile of flames in the shape of a person approaches fast, recollecting the stone lizards whose initial speed has died out and floating aimlessly, smashing his limbs into them. It would initially seem like they would be kicked/hit away, but they instead merge into the flaming boy, forming armor.
By the time he's up to the robot, he would only be missing the pieces for his back and head before that final piece slams into his place, its head slamming over his own to a fully armored state as flames flare up from his body, melting it into a recognizably humanoid armored form.
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And as that happens, he swings a punch at the robot...And it would feel the fist lightly tap itself before a second harder impact hits right after as Van bolts away.
 
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Five Hargreeves

The 13-year old boy (in body) kept his focus on firing on the drones, reloading, and firing again. His focus wasn't on the others of the group, whether they were helping or not in the fight.

And the the Scotsman got stabbed by an invisible blade. Ducking as his body was thrown over his head, Five whipped his head around to face their attacker, with the only thing running through his experienced mind was that this wasn't good. Their attacker being some kind of humanoid machine tha- ducking for the second time behind his cover to avoid the pistol shots, Five prepared to load his sniper- but realized he had one bullet left. Growling some not very nice things under his breath, he reached for the hatchet, prepping it in both hands.

Hearing a sound like flint being ignited, Five peeked his head out again to find Fireboy forming armor with lizards and charing in to deliver a punch. Watching with narrowed eyes as Van deliver a second punch before starting to dash off. Seeing an opportunity, Five suddenly disappeared in a flash of blue...

Before suddenly warping back out behind the robot who was likely reeling from the punches, sending the hatchet in a sideways chop aimed at the area behind the machines "knees" in an attempt to lower its movement capabilities!

Five wasn't done however. Warping again in a flash of blue without taking the hatchet, Five appeared ontop of the machines shoulders, and suddenly grabbed its head and attempting to turn it swiftly in an attempt to break its neck!
 
========================Before The Boss Appears==============================


Having taken cover under the platforms that Wheatly had been nice enough to move, Mongo took a moment to peak out and around her protection to consider the drones and the actions of her companions. Thanks to the white-haired teenager (@Camleen), some kind of barrier was protecting the majority of the platform from the drone's fire. That certainly bought Mongo some peace of mind, as her confidence in the platforms above her was a little lacking given that she wasn't entirely sure what they were made of.

Regardless, with everyone occupied with returning fire and otherwise drawing attention to themselves, Mongo could take the full five seconds she needed to gather her magic properly before she ducked around her cover and took aim at one drone off to the right of the main pack. The sight of the M6G pistol was weird, but it gave her the view she needed to line up her first shot and pulled the trigger while casting Thunderstrike, a classic lightning enhanced weapon attack.

As a spell, Thunderstrike was a fairly basic Ravager spell, meant only to enhance a preexisting attack with a lightning element. In Mongo's mind, the true damage of her attack would have been the lightning element hitting the drone and maybe shorting it out, given the low-power of the spell. Instead, the drone took the M225 12.7x40mm SAP-HE round to the center of its mass and promptly exploded from the sheer force and caliber of the round; to say nothing of the lightning that coursed through its system following the round's impact. With a little whine of something akin to pain and agony, the drone fell away and disappeared, spiraling its destroyed wreckage far beyond Mongo's sight.

Mongo hadn't expected much, but she hadn't imagined both hitting the target and taking it out with one shot. A big old grin stretched across her face as she turned the weapon to another drone on the periphery and fired, only for an audible click to resound due to the empty firearm. Mongo pulled the weapon close and examined it as she ducked back into cover, confusion overriding her desire to deal with the drones as she tried to figure out what was wrong with the damn thing. The weapon looked fine...except of the empty cavity in the bottom of the thing.

To the credit of a person who had never really dealt with guns before, Mongo's realization about the missing ammo cartridge was fairly quick, but her response to it was probably not the smartest. Looking around and spotting her dropped cartridge, Mongo skittered out from the cover she had been using and scooped up the missing component with nary a glance at the drones above her. Satisfied with the recovery, she was halfway to getting back into her cover before she was struck by a revelation, perhaps sent by Etro herself.

If the ammo of the "gun" was what had enhanced her Thunderstrike so much, then she needed more. A lot more.

Spinning around and almost tripping in excitement, the teenager considered the mass melee and spectacle that was going on around her before she made the decision of a lifetime. There was definitely enough going on for her to grab more from the bag! Especially since she could just heal herself with a Curaga or two if she got hit!

Thus, as Moire (@Epiphany) and David (@The Wanderer) shot with military-like precision, and Gehrman (@DrLucky1) and Fives (@SorryTM) used their unnatural abilities and marksmanship to take down drones, and Van (@noob13241) and Oliver (@BazusoTheGrey) went full berserk with their melee weapons; Mongo instead made a mad dashfor the ammo bag and started fishing around inside of it. Drones exploded, bullets and lasers were exchanged by both parties, and yet Mongo crouched over the ammo bag and quickly stuffed more and more ammo for her pistol into a surprising number of pockets and hidden bags in her coat. It didn't matter how close she was to the talking-suit-of-armor (@Epiphany), or how loud the child-with-the-long-rifle's weapon was (@SorryTM), because once she was finally out of pockets to abuse with magazines of ammo, Mongo fished out a second M6G and stuffed it in her belt before scampering back to her prior position.

With her butt back in cover, Mongo took out the still-empty M6G and fiddled with it and its associated ammo cartridge before finally figuring out how to slide the thing back in, cock it back properly, and get the safety off again after she had accidentally turned it on when she had been fiddling with the gun earlier. Ready, willing, and just a tad blood thirsty, Mongo got back into position and began to both fire and enhance her shots with Thunderstrike, never once failing to be impressed at how satisfying it was to hit the little drones with her new toy.

Thus, as the fight wore on and on, more and more drones lost their lives to the onslaught of the other characters as Mongo maintained her position behind her cover, taking out drones along the edges of the packs that were trying to flank or otherwise circumvent the main line of fire that the others had created. Things were going great...until a new challenger arrived.


========================After the Boss Appears=========================


The sudden arrival of a new robot was not entirely unsurprising for Mongo, given how effective they had been against the drones. Thus far, nobody had really gotten hurt...and sure, they weren't really coordinated, but eventually they had to send something bigger and more dangerous, right?

Well, she got her answer when the funny-sounding man with the rifle got a blade right through his chest. Mongo should have been horrified, given the blood and raw callousness of the man's death, except that she really wasn't. It was hard to feel much fear or horror at injuries or death when she and other L'Cie could heal most wounds incredibly easily or simply bring back the recently deceased with a Phoenix Down or a singular Raise spell. The man getting kicked across the platform, however, irked Mongo given the sheer disrespect it illustrated for them. That kind of disrespect reminded Mongo of the crash site, and the way the Sanctum had played with her and the survivors of her transport for hours before finally moving in for the kill. So hung up on this fact was Mongo that she didn't notice that Alec's body was on a course for her.

Thus, Alec's limp body, impaled at one point but now airborne, was quick to come tumbling at her with the force of a haste-enhanced lobo. Much to the favor of the robot's plan, Alec's body managed to knock Mongo down, but thankfully it wasn't enough to knock her off the edge. Still, it managed to wind and incapacitate her for a moment as she had to extricate herself from the stabbed-man's body. Much to Mongo's surprise, once she had gotten herself out from under the man, it turned out that funny-sounding man wasn't actually dead, just rapidly approaching it.

With the robot temporarily distracted by the actions of Fives and Van, Mongo took a moment to crouch down next to the formerly, but still potentially, funny-sounding man and consider his general state. Definitely a punctured heart and a broken spine with Etro knows how much blood loss. Probably not long for this world…or wherever she was. Mongo could see the life beginning to leave his eyes as more and more of his blood flowed out from his wounds, as he had one in his back and one in his front thanks to the fact that his injury was an impalment and not a simple stabbing. Hesitating for only one more second, Mongo channeled her magic to her brand and shifted herself to her Medic Class, green energy exuding itself from her skin as she moved her hands over Alec's open wounds.

"Don't worry funny-sounding man. One little Curaga and you'll be…" Mongo's voice faltered for a moment as she tried and promptly failed to cast Curaga. It wasn't a problem of not being charged enough, or lacking the amount of charge capacity to cast the spell, it was more like she didn't know the spell anymore. Confused, Mongo turned her wrist over and discovered, finally, that her L'Cie brand was not nearly as advanced as it had been when she had been in her prison cell back on Cocoon. Instead, it was now reset to its starting stage, though it was still blackened as if she had a Focus to complete.

"…What in Ramuh's metallic left kneecap?!" Mongo scrubbed at her eyes for a second, ignoring the fact that she had just rubbed some of Alec's blood in her eyes and generally onto her face, before looking back at her brand only to find it unchanged. She was definitely back to the start, which meant her Crystarium probably wasn't all that evolved anymore…which would explain why she couldn't cast Curaga...or Raise.

But, she had managed to swap to her Medic Class, so she had to have something…right?

"Alright, don't panic Sir. I can probably still cast Cure…" With an infinitesimal amount of focus, Mongo managed to get a singular Cure out, slowing Alec's bleeding as his flesh regenerated and his wound began to close. This was going to take forever if she had to use just Cure!

"Alright, small hiccup, but I need you to breathe evenly and keep calm. We're going to be cutting it close here…" Mongo didn't have any Phoenix downs on her and she couldn't cast Raise, so if Alec croaked she couldn't bring him back. That meant that all that she could do was lather him in basic healing magic for as long as possible while hoping he didn't lose too much blood too quickly. Her magic could close wounds, but outright regenerating blood was a little bit beyond her right now. Definitely more in the territory of Cura than just the basic Curaga.

Thus, as she cast Cure over and over again, Mongo could feel a cold pit of dread overtake her as she realized that she wasn't as invincible as she thought was. With only Cure, coming back from wounds was going to be tedious and time consuming...which meant she was going to need some protection to get this funny-sounding-man back on his feet. She couldn't charge her magic while casting it, so she would have to heal him in five-spell bursts and hope he didn't die in the process.

"Hey...uh...folks? Mind keeping that thing away from me while I'm working here?!"

The whole situation made Mongo nauseous with anxiety, and that was to say nothing of the memories and feelings that were bubbling up from her past in similar situations. She needed to focus on healing the man before her and ignore the fact that all of the Scotsman's blood and gunfire was bringing back feelings and glimpses that Mongo did not want to think about that right now.
 
As he continues fighting drones like an armed butterfly, Oliver would only change focus from his work after hearing a resounding boom coming from below him.

Shifting focus, Oliver orients himself to face downward, just in time to see one of the kids (@SorryTM) trying to break a hostile robot's neck after the angry teen (@noob13241) punched it really goddamned hard. Near the two, he also noticed that Alec was either dead or dying, and the jacketed teen girl was apparently trying to fix that somehow (@BlackRoseDova).

Glancing around himself and seeing the distinct amount of damage the group did to the swarm of drones, he figured that the shooters of the group could mop up what little remained whilst he helped with the more pressing threat.

Gauging the distance between himself, the platform, and the angle of the kid on the robot's shoulders, Oliver flew himself toward one of the nearby floating pieces of drone debris and braced himself against it, holstering his baton and clutching the ricasso of his Zweihander to hold it in half-sword as he did so. Then, he leaped, servos whining as he did so without the use of his augments, to execute a plunging attack aimed toward the robot's stomach.

While slower than if he had boosted himself, he still crossed the gap with good speed, and if the robot would bring the kid on its shoulders towards his blade by either throwing or turning, he would have just enough time to maneuver the blade to either prevent or at least leave a much more minor wound to prevent any mishaps.
 
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The bot quickly threw up its free arm to his head, using it to shield itself from the... shields. The moment it moved its arm back down, Van was already face to face with it, throwing his punch, and while it then used its gun hand to absorb the blow, the blast afterwards would send it tumbling to the edge; rattling along the platform, and just grabbing the edge with its feet before it flew off. Five's next attack didn't help it, as while his hatchet hit, only sparks flew off the machines legs, barely doing any damage to it.

The same with Van's punch. As intense as the blast was to it, only smoke formed off its body, with some blast marks along the metal, but no dent at all. Whatever it was made of, it certainly wasn't what the drones were made of. That was made more evident when Five tried twisting its head backwards, but only managed to move it two inches with all his strength. He could feel the machine wasn't fighting his strength, it just stopped him from moving his head any more.

With Fives still on its shoulders, the robot waited until Oliver's blade was close enough, then in one swift movement,
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When it twisted around to behind Oliver, another black blade, like the one it fired Gehrman, formed out its elbow to stab through the augmented boy's shoulder. Then, with its other hand, grabbed one of Five's arms and just threw him down on top of Oliver with incredible speed.

Alec, meanwhile, was coughing up blood in Mongo's arms. His body was shaking and quivering, while his vision got blurry as the blood under his body spilled out into a large puddle. His face went pale, and whatever Mongo was saying, he just wasn't able to hear. The poor man was at least being healed, but he looked to be in unbearable pain.
 
Van - Station Battle
Many could feel the flow of this battle, and while there were more than a few solid blows done to the robot, none of them seem to do much in incapacitating the foe. Burn marks and whatnot might show that it's certainly not invincible, the effort it'd take to hurt it through that method is a lot more than they can do right now with their methods.

So, Van thinks with that single-edged rage of his about what to do as he's moving around the field...until he attempts to float and finds something a lot more interesting and opens a new option for victory.

Van's still moving as fast as he ever can while floating. And given the robot had to rely on grabbing onto the platform...The comparison between their aerial movement is day and night.

So, the flaming boy in his single moment of thought concludes what he's gonna try.
Roaring with rage flowing faster in his veins, Van continues with his movement (with added 3D assault), he does as he did before with his speed rapidly increasing with his flow of momentum between his hits. However, this time he's gonna feint his goal, smashing his blows into a single rough area of a 'core' (The stomach area is usually where someone's center of gravity is) before moving away to charge another blow without pausing his speed for even a split second.
(Dashing rogue warmed up and his 3 targets are 'Ro', 'Bo' and...'Ot'. That started off better in my head)

Van's gonna try to keep its focus on him and where he's aiming. And more importantly, not on the fact that his hits are pushing the robot back to a different edge. Robots or living beings, flood either with enough sensory information or tactical details and they start to forget to notice things, let alone when involved in the melee fray. And that is the unfair way a rogue fights.
(Ya know. Not the stealth or sneaky tricks, but the sleight of hand sneaking victory out from under somebody all at once)
 
Flying in from overhead, it really seemed like his dumb maneuver was gonna land. The bot didn't seem to be in the mood to do what he thought it was gonna do, and as he inched closer toward the bot, he thrust his blade forward, only for the thing to force both him and his sword onto the ground with a single raised boot.

Landing with his right foot forward, Oliver looked at the robot, in mild surprise. With his sword pinned underneath the robot's foot and the robot itself twirling around him to rock his shit, only one thought ran through Oliver's head.

DANGER

RONIN WORKSHOP REFLEX AUG V7.1... ACTIVATED
GO GET EM, FIXER

Within a split second, Oliver drops his sword and twists, pivoting with his backfoot to dodge the Target's blade, just quick enough to have its bite merely glance harmlessly off his Fixer uniform instead of possibly piercing through it. As he does so, his left elbow rockets toward the Target's cranium, with any follow-up strikes aborted when the target counters by flinging the Secondary friendly (@SorryTM) down onto him.

Catching the Secondary by its collar, Oliver kicks the target away from himself and towards the Primary friendly (@noob13241) before dropping the Secondary gently onto the ground.

Secondary friendly secure, Oliver dashes off toward the Target, which was focused on defending against the Primary's assault. Oliver's focus shifted toward the Primary's angle of attack, focus, and method, registering the placement of his punches, the direction that he was bringing the Target toward, and optimal angle of attack. After a second of consideration, Oliver joined the fray.

Unsheathing his baton, Oliver would swing the bludgeon after each of the Primary's punches, positioning himself into the Target's possible blindspots all the while. His strikes were focused on splitting the Target's focus, but if any of his attacks were to strike true, it would discharge high-intensity voltages into the target, numbering in the millions.
 
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David Ludlow
Dealing with the situation as best as possible


David knew shit was going to hit to fan for how quiet things were after the drones were taken care of.

He didn't expect Alec to be stabbed from behind and the attacker laying down a beat down. The pistol would barely get past his skin, stopping almost instantly when it hit the thick muscle. And definitely stopping when it hit his bones.

David had seen injuries akin to Alec's few times, typically when a helicopter's blades snapped and cut through some poor bastard like butter. And judging where Alec was hit, the soldier knew that Alec was a dead man. If it didn't pierce his heart, he'd be drowning in his own blood within seconds or paralyzed. If it did hit his heart, then it'd be at most a minute or even less before Alec was dead. David saw a girl go to him and no doubt attempt to heal him. He wished her luck but right now David didn't have time to mourn the loss.

Leveling the Enhanced M60 with it's shimmering metal body at the Robot, David waited until folks were clear before he'd let loose a burst at the robot, keeping his distance as he was handling a firearm and there was no point in getting closer.

@Wade Von Doom @noob13241 @BlackRoseDova @DrLucky1 @Epiphany @SorryTM
 
Felix Tobin
The Dancer

There was a moment early on where Felix knew what was going on. The strike team had a clear objective and a leader to follow. He just had to stay in cover, continue shooting the flying robots in the glowing red eyes, and NOT shoot the remarkably similar robot in its glowing blue eye. Easy! Like a target range! But soon there were many robots and he didn’t have even a spare second to think. All he could do was keep snapping out the bright red twin beams of his Blazer and stay on target.

It took the mechwarrior an understandable moment to recognize that the little bots had stopped coming only to be replaced by a much more imposing machine. A familiar machine… When did he fight one of these? He was sure he had, half-memories of pain and anger nearly driving him to a wild shot, but one of their own was too close. A literal man on fire was engaging the robot hand-to-hand, and somehow the supernatural martial artist wasn’t winning outright.

“Need a shot…”

He mumbled to himself, before an opening presented itself and a machine gun started to belt out a distorted chattering song. While high-caliber tracers burning strange colors hammered into the enemy’s armor, Felix snapped his sights onto the machine’s slightly bent knee. Twin Ruby beams seared into the spot, and he could see the armor beginning to burn away and melt to slag. At the very least, he might briefly fuse together some of the metal, hampering it’s movement for a few vital moments. But if Felix knew his weapon and his aim were true, the Myomer muscles beneath would melt and snap, along with the electronics that controlled them, leaving the machine crippled.

In the end, he’d learned a lot in his years as a mechwarrior, but this lesson had come to him right at the beginning, during his academy days: Whether it falls or not, a legged mech is a dead mech. He just hoped the principle applied to this much smaller, nimbler machine…
 
Gehrman Sparrow

The bounty hunter leans to the side, narrowly dodging the flashing blade shot straight towards him, then leaping back, both to create distance between himself and this new assailant and to approach his wounded ally. He then clicks his left molars together, activating his spirit vision and seeing nothing from this figure. It had neither a spirt body nor threads, confirming what he had suspected: the enemy was purely robotic, without life or soul. It would make the fight more troublesome than it needed to be.

Kneeling down, he places a hand on Alec's downed form. Casting his Wound Transfer spell to assist with his healing, he begins to shift the damage taken by Alec from vital points to less dangerous positions away from the heart, intending to reduce the severity of the mortal wounds that were taken. At the same time, he holds Death Knell at the ready in his other hand and watches the chaotic fight closely, observing the robot for weak points and waiting for the perfect moment to unleash a Lethal Attack from the revolver.
 


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Van - Station Battle
Many could feel the flow of this battle, and while there were more than a few solid blows done to the robot, none of them seem to do much in incapacitating the foe. Burn marks and whatnot might show that it's certainly not invincible, the effort it'd take to hurt it through that method is a lot more than they can do right now with their methods.

So, Van thinks with that single-edged rage of his about what to do as he's moving around the field...until he attempts to float and finds something a lot more interesting and opens a new option for victory.

Van's still moving as fast as he ever can while floating. And given the robot had to rely on grabbing onto the platform...The comparison between their aerial movement is day and night.

So, the flaming boy in his single moment of thought concludes what he's gonna try.
Roaring with rage flowing faster in his veins, Van continues with his movement (with added 3D assault), he does as he did before with his speed rapidly increasing with his flow of momentum between his hits. However, this time he's gonna feint his goal, smashing his blows into a single rough area of a 'core' (The stomach area is usually where someone's center of gravity is) before moving away to charge another blow without pausing his speed for even a split second.
(Dashing rogue warmed up and his 3 targets are 'Ro', 'Bo' and...'Ot'. That started off better in my head)

Van's gonna try to keep its focus on him and where he's aiming. And more importantly, not on the fact that his hits are pushing the robot back to a different edge. Robots or living beings, flood either with enough sensory information or tactical details and they start to forget to notice things, let alone when involved in the melee fray. And that is the unfair way a rogue fights.
(Ya know. Not the stealth or sneaky tricks, but the sleight of hand sneaking victory out from under somebody all at once)
Van's plan was all well and good, but the robot thought of something else before his first punch landed.

He turned invisible again.

Just before the boy's fist hit the 'core,' the robot's camo kicked back in, leaving nary a trace for Van to see. A few seconds after, he would feel something painful stab him through the leg, another one of its nanoblades piercing through his rock armor from behind his shin, through the metatarsals, and finally penetrating the paneling of the platform. It pinned his leg in place, making sure its awkward positioning would make it more difficult for Van to move and pull out.

Although, before he could, he would finally feel the machine's leg strike the back of his head hard; a high kick with its front shin, the very pointy bit of its leg, striking the back of his skull to try and knock him out.

Flying in from overhead, it really seemed like his dumb maneuver was gonna land. The bot didn't seem to be in the mood to do what he thought it was gonna do, and as he inched closer toward the bot, he thrust his blade forward, only for the thing to force both him and his sword onto the ground with a single raised boot.

Landing with his right foot forward, Oliver looked at the robot, in mild surprise. With his sword pinned underneath the robot's foot and the robot itself twirling around him to rock his shit, only one thought ran through Oliver's head.

DANGER

RONIN WORKSHOP REFLEX AUG V7.1... ACTIVATED
GO GET EM, FIXER

Within a split second, Oliver drops his sword and twists, pivoting with his backfoot to dodge the Target's blade, just quick enough to have its bite merely glance harmlessly off his Fixer uniform instead of possibly piercing through it. As he does so, his left elbow rockets toward the Target's cranium, with any follow-up strikes aborted when the target counters by flinging the Secondary friendly (@SorryTM) down onto him.

Catching the Secondary by its collar, Oliver kicks the target away from himself and towards the Primary friendly (@noob13241) before dropping the Secondary gently onto the ground.

Secondary friendly secure, Oliver dashes off toward the Target, which was focused on defending against the Primary's assault. Oliver's focus shifted toward the Primary's angle of attack, focus, and method, registering the placement of his punches, the direction that he was bringing the Target toward, and optimal angle of attack. After a second of consideration, Oliver joined the fray.

Unsheathing his baton, Oliver would swing the bludgeon after each of the Primary's punches, positioning himself into the Target's possible blindspots all the while. His strikes were focused on splitting the Target's focus, but if any of his attacks were to strike true, it would discharge high-intensity voltages into the target, numbering in the millions.
Oliver's elbow would make a BONG noise against the robots head, disappearing once he kicked it away. It reappeared as Van made his second advance, (which didn't go well,) and once it disappeared again, puts its focus back on Oliver.

The aug would feel a kick to his right heel, with enough force in the robots kick to try and cripple his ability to stand on the leg. It would try then for another kick to his face, with its sharp shin armor looking to break open his fixer helmet.

David Ludlow
Dealing with the situation as best as possible


David knew shit was going to hit to fan for how quiet things were after the drones were taken care of.

He didn't expect Alec to be stabbed from behind and the attacker laying down a beat down. The pistol would barely get past his skin, stopping almost instantly when it hit the thick muscle. And definitely stopping when it hit his bones.

David had seen injuries akin to Alec's few times, typically when a helicopter's blades snapped and cut through some poor bastard like butter. And judging where Alec was hit, the soldier knew that Alec was a dead man. If it didn't pierce his heart, he'd be drowning in his own blood within seconds or paralyzed. If it did hit his heart, then it'd be at most a minute or even less before Alec was dead. David saw a girl go to him and no doubt attempt to heal him. He wished her luck but right now David didn't have time to mourn the loss.

Leveling the Enhanced M60 with it's shimmering metal body at the Robot, David waited until folks were clear before he'd let loose a burst at the robot, keeping his distance as he was handling a firearm and there was no point in getting closer.

@Wade Von Doom @noob13241 @BlackRoseDova @DrLucky1 @Epiphany @SorryTM
Still invisible, David would be firing wildly at nothing, until the robot got in close enough to unsheathe yet another blade from its arm to cut his M60 in half. It then tried punching David in the throat with its left hand, an elbow strike after with its right to his temple, then ending in a headbutt between his eyes to break his nose and skull. Each strike felt like the force of a 12 pound sledgehammer being swung down overhead.

This thing punched hard.

Felix Tobin
The Dancer

There was a moment early on where Felix knew what was going on. The strike team had a clear objective and a leader to follow. He just had to stay in cover, continue shooting the flying robots in the glowing red eyes, and NOT shoot the remarkably similar robot in its glowing blue eye. Easy! Like a target range! But soon there were many robots and he didn’t have even a spare second to think. All he could do was keep snapping out the bright red twin beams of his Blazer and stay on target.

It took the mechwarrior an understandable moment to recognize that the little bots had stopped coming only to be replaced by a much more imposing machine. A familiar machine… When did he fight one of these? He was sure he had, half-memories of pain and anger nearly driving him to a wild shot, but one of their own was too close. A literal man on fire was engaging the robot hand-to-hand, and somehow the supernatural martial artist wasn’t winning outright.

“Need a shot…”

He mumbled to himself, before an opening presented itself and a machine gun started to belt out a distorted chattering song. While high-caliber tracers burning strange colors hammered into the enemy’s armor, Felix snapped his sights onto the machine’s slightly bent knee. Twin Ruby beams seared into the spot, and he could see the armor beginning to burn away and melt to slag. At the very least, he might briefly fuse together some of the metal, hampering it’s movement for a few vital moments. But if Felix knew his weapon and his aim were true, the Myomer muscles beneath would melt and snap, along with the electronics that controlled them, leaving the machine crippled.

In the end, he’d learned a lot in his years as a mechwarrior, but this lesson had come to him right at the beginning, during his academy days: Whether it falls or not, a legged mech is a dead mech. He just hoped the principle applied to this much smaller, nimbler machine…
Felix's attack would work, finally giving them an advantage, although not as much as he would hope. While it smashed its body into David, the robot's camo went down once the shot was fired. However, its leg, while red hot and weak looking now, didn't seem to stop it from moving, only inhibit it for a short moment.

Yet it still had surprises for the group. It raised its right hand towards Felix quickly, and in a matter of moments, its entire arm began to glow a neon green from under the cracks between its armor plating. A small orb of energy formed around its palm, and like a repulsor blast, shot at his gun to destroy it.

It then slammed its arm down to the ground, sending a blast of the same energy outwards to push every away from it.

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Good news though: Alec was gonna be okay it seemed! Thanks to Mongo's heal, and Gehrman's replacing of the injuries, he stopped coughing up blood and began to breath normally once more, gasping for air once he felt he could take in air without horrible pain. The robot stayed away from the three, keeping focus on the immediate threats, but after its blast, stayed in place. Like it was waiting for them to come to it.

Or, what was about to show up. Alec was the only one looking upwards as he laid on his back, and noticed something orange was beginning to shine around the upper parts of this opened space. The wall panels were opening up right at the top, pushing something out. Something on fire. It looked like half a spaceship.

Actually.... It was a spaceship! David, Felix and Alec would recognize it as the cockpit of their ship.

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It was only its cockpit and parts of its wings still together, but they would recognize it. It completely wrecked, crushed from the panels smashing its remains to push through the station, and barely holding together was remained of it. Though... How the hell did it get inside this station? It was massive, but now it was crushed into a third of its size.

"Did.... we do that?" Alec asked both David and Felix in a raspy voice. Neither of them would know or remember.

They wouldn't have long to think about it though. Once the panels pushed it through, it floated in the open space for a brief few moments, before the panels then suddenly smashed down on it. With the zero gravity, it was coming right for the team's platform. The robot vanished, its camo reactivated once more, leaving everyone to their fate as the ship came flying down towards them from above.
 
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Oliver's elbow would make a BONG noise against the robots head, disappearing once he kicked it away. It reappeared as Van made his second advance, (which didn't go well,) and once it disappeared again, puts its focus back on Oliver.

The aug would feel a kick to his right heel, with enough force in the robots kick to try and cripple his ability to stand on the leg. It would try then for another kick to his face, with its sharp shin armor looking to break open his fixer helmet.
(This is assuming the bot kicks him from the front, if it's from behind, just imagine that Oliver did a sick barrel roll then started talking or smth)

As he suddenly dropped down onto one knee, Oliver unsheathed his baton just in time to brace it and his arms against the Target's follow-up kick, rolling backwards with the force when the attack landed.

Landing on all fours, he would then launch himself toward the Target just as it would launch out its blastwave, which in turn launched him flat onto his back, just as the spaceship would show up and begin crashing down towards the platform.

After a quick double-take, and a quick deactivation of his reflex augs, Oliver noted that yes, he and the rest of the group were about to get crushed by a spaceship.

Taking this bit of information in stride, Oliver would only say, "Well, now that's bullshit" before getting up to do... something about the situation.

Flipping himself onto his front then eventually onto a knee, Oliver assessed his disjointed foot part, and casually reattached it before heading over to anyone who was knocked out and bringing them back towards Alec and the rest of the group. As he did so, he also retrieved his sword and secured it in its sheath.

When everyone is all together/brought back to consciousness, Oliver would ask, "Soooo, any of you guys have anything to deal with falling ships or invisible assassins? Cause I really don't see a way outta this"
 
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Van - Station Runaway
Van's plan was all well and good, but the robot thought of something else before his first punch landed.
Van wouldn't be able to react in time to the robot's disappearance in time, as his mind thinks the robot can either teleport or turn invisible and thinking about how to handle that for too long as his leg gets stabbed and pinned to the ground. And it's only with that hit that snaps him to reality as he focuses hard as he's imagining the robot is gonna go for a second hit right after.

And lo and behold, he was right. The issue is he can't move to evade the kick completely, so the best he can do is bend his body with the blow. This still shakes his head to its core as for a moment, he blacks out and his body turns in falling forward...

Before just as soon reawakens with a flare of heat in rage at his own fuck up as he punches the offending sword pinning him to the ground as he spins once to replant his feet on the ground to reassess the situation. With everything being well and truly beyond salvaging as a 'team', Van makes the executive decision that they aren't worth keeping with. Partially because he's not too attached to them as is, but also for a more solid reason that he felt...

Well, he can't do much against the robot, and acting as just moving the wounded is just gonna end with him getting stabbed again and he's not generous enough to offer his life on the line again when nobody else here seems capable of locking it down in melee.

And in these desperate moments, he reconsiders his actions from the very start of the mission listing...And to put it bluntly, with the goal being to go where Wheatly is guiding the group, that only makes his next actions clearer as he vocalizes his feelings calmly before he makes his move. "Fuck this."
Van promptly kicks off the platform he's standing on as he flies through the air towards the burning ship. Some might assume he's going to try and smash it. However, he simply attempts to make his way through the wreckage. Whether by weaving through whatever holes it already has or by smashing new ones through, he just needs to bypass the wreckage and just make it to the other end.

And beyond where anybody else can hear besides whatever AIs are around, Van yells clearly (Aka, it sounds like another explosion, which is drowned out by the ship for those left behind), "Wheatley, where to go?"
 


ROBOT

Van - Station Battle
Many could feel the flow of this battle, and while there were more than a few solid blows done to the robot, none of them seem to do much in incapacitating the foe. Burn marks and whatnot might show that it's certainly not invincible, the effort it'd take to hurt it through that method is a lot more than they can do right now with their methods.

So, Van thinks with that single-edged rage of his about what to do as he's moving around the field...until he attempts to float and finds something a lot more interesting and opens a new option for victory.

Van's still moving as fast as he ever can while floating. And given the robot had to rely on grabbing onto the platform...The comparison between their aerial movement is day and night.

So, the flaming boy in his single moment of thought concludes what he's gonna try.
Roaring with rage flowing faster in his veins, Van continues with his movement (with added 3D assault), he does as he did before with his speed rapidly increasing with his flow of momentum between his hits. However, this time he's gonna feint his goal, smashing his blows into a single rough area of a 'core' (The stomach area is usually where someone's center of gravity is) before moving away to charge another blow without pausing his speed for even a split second.
(Dashing rogue warmed up and his 3 targets are 'Ro', 'Bo' and...'Ot'. That started off better in my head)

Van's gonna try to keep its focus on him and where he's aiming. And more importantly, not on the fact that his hits are pushing the robot back to a different edge. Robots or living beings, flood either with enough sensory information or tactical details and they start to forget to notice things, let alone when involved in the melee fray. And that is the unfair way a rogue fights.
(Ya know. Not the stealth or sneaky tricks, but the sleight of hand sneaking victory out from under somebody all at once)
Van's plan was all well and good, but the robot thought of something else before his first punch landed.

He turned invisible again.

Just before the boy's fist hit the 'core,' the robot's camo kicked back in, leaving nary a trace for Van to see. A few seconds after, he would feel something painful stab him through the leg, another one of its nanoblades piercing through his rock armor from behind his shin, through the metatarsals, and finally penetrating the paneling of the platform. It pinned his leg in place, making sure its awkward positioning would make it more difficult for Van to move and pull out.

Although, before he could, he would finally feel the machine's leg strike the back of his head hard; a high kick with its front shin, the very pointy bit of its leg, striking the back of his skull to try and knock him out.

Flying in from overhead, it really seemed like his dumb maneuver was gonna land. The bot didn't seem to be in the mood to do what he thought it was gonna do, and as he inched closer toward the bot, he thrust his blade forward, only for the thing to force both him and his sword onto the ground with a single raised boot.

Landing with his right foot forward, Oliver looked at the robot, in mild surprise. With his sword pinned underneath the robot's foot and the robot itself twirling around him to rock his shit, only one thought ran through Oliver's head.

DANGER

RONIN WORKSHOP REFLEX AUG V7.1... ACTIVATED
GO GET EM, FIXER

Within a split second, Oliver drops his sword and twists, pivoting with his backfoot to dodge the Target's blade, just quick enough to have its bite merely glance harmlessly off his Fixer uniform instead of possibly piercing through it. As he does so, his left elbow rockets toward the Target's cranium, with any follow-up strikes aborted when the target counters by flinging the Secondary friendly (@SorryTM) down onto him.

Catching the Secondary by its collar, Oliver kicks the target away from himself and towards the Primary friendly (@noob13241) before dropping the Secondary gently onto the ground.

Secondary friendly secure, Oliver dashes off toward the Target, which was focused on defending against the Primary's assault. Oliver's focus shifted toward the Primary's angle of attack, focus, and method, registering the placement of his punches, the direction that he was bringing the Target toward, and optimal angle of attack. After a second of consideration, Oliver joined the fray.

Unsheathing his baton, Oliver would swing the bludgeon after each of the Primary's punches, positioning himself into the Target's possible blindspots all the while. His strikes were focused on splitting the Target's focus, but if any of his attacks were to strike true, it would discharge high-intensity voltages into the target, numbering in the millions.
Oliver's elbow would make a BONG noise against the robots head, disappearing once he kicked it away. It reappeared as Van made his second advance, (which didn't go well,) and once it disappeared again, puts its focus back on Oliver.

The aug would feel a kick to his right heel, with enough force in the robots kick to try and cripple his ability to stand on the leg. It would try then for another kick to his face, with its sharp shin armor looking to break open his fixer helmet.

David Ludlow
Dealing with the situation as best as possible


David knew shit was going to hit to fan for how quiet things were after the drones were taken care of.

He didn't expect Alec to be stabbed from behind and the attacker laying down a beat down. The pistol would barely get past his skin, stopping almost instantly when it hit the thick muscle. And definitely stopping when it hit his bones.

David had seen injuries akin to Alec's few times, typically when a helicopter's blades snapped and cut through some poor bastard like butter. And judging where Alec was hit, the soldier knew that Alec was a dead man. If it didn't pierce his heart, he'd be drowning in his own blood within seconds or paralyzed. If it did hit his heart, then it'd be at most a minute or even less before Alec was dead. David saw a girl go to him and no doubt attempt to heal him. He wished her luck but right now David didn't have time to mourn the loss.

Leveling the Enhanced M60 with it's shimmering metal body at the Robot, David waited until folks were clear before he'd let loose a burst at the robot, keeping his distance as he was handling a firearm and there was no point in getting closer.

@Wade Von Doom @noob13241 @BlackRoseDova @DrLucky1 @Epiphany @SorryTM
Still invisible, David would be firing wildly at nothing, until the robot got in close enough to unsheathe yet another blade from its arm to cut his M60 in half. It then tried punching David in the throat with its left hand, an elbow strike after with its right to his temple, then ending in a headbutt between his eyes to break his nose and skull. Each strike felt like the force of a 12 pound sledgehammer being swung down overhead.

This thing punched hard.

Felix Tobin
The Dancer

There was a moment early on where Felix knew what was going on. The strike team had a clear objective and a leader to follow. He just had to stay in cover, continue shooting the flying robots in the glowing red eyes, and NOT shoot the remarkably similar robot in its glowing blue eye. Easy! Like a target range! But soon there were many robots and he didn’t have even a spare second to think. All he could do was keep snapping out the bright red twin beams of his Blazer and stay on target.

It took the mechwarrior an understandable moment to recognize that the little bots had stopped coming only to be replaced by a much more imposing machine. A familiar machine… When did he fight one of these? He was sure he had, half-memories of pain and anger nearly driving him to a wild shot, but one of their own was too close. A literal man on fire was engaging the robot hand-to-hand, and somehow the supernatural martial artist wasn’t winning outright.

“Need a shot…”

He mumbled to himself, before an opening presented itself and a machine gun started to belt out a distorted chattering song. While high-caliber tracers burning strange colors hammered into the enemy’s armor, Felix snapped his sights onto the machine’s slightly bent knee. Twin Ruby beams seared into the spot, and he could see the armor beginning to burn away and melt to slag. At the very least, he might briefly fuse together some of the metal, hampering it’s movement for a few vital moments. But if Felix knew his weapon and his aim were true, the Myomer muscles beneath would melt and snap, along with the electronics that controlled them, leaving the machine crippled.

In the end, he’d learned a lot in his years as a mechwarrior, but this lesson had come to him right at the beginning, during his academy days: Whether it falls or not, a legged mech is a dead mech. He just hoped the principle applied to this much smaller, nimbler machine…
Felix's attack would work, finally giving them an advantage, although not as much as he would hope. While it smashed its body into David, the robot's camo went down once the shot was fired. However, its leg, while red hot and weak looking now, didn't seem to stop it from moving, only inhibit it for a short moment.

Yet it still had surprises for the group. It raised its right hand towards Felix quickly, and in a matter of moments, its entire arm began to glow a neon green from under the cracks between its armor plating. A small orb of energy formed around its palm, and like a repulsor blast, shot at his gun to destroy it.

It then slammed its arm down to the ground, sending a blast of the same energy outwards to push every away from it.

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Good news though: Alec was gonna be okay it seemed! Thanks to Mongo's heal, and Gehrman's replacing of the injuries, he stopped coughing up blood and began to breath normally once more, gasping for air once he felt he could take in air without horrible pain. The robot stayed away from the three, keeping focus on the immediate threats, but after its blast, stayed in place. Like it was waiting for them to come to it.

Or, what was about to show up. Alec was the only one looking upwards as he laid on his back, and noticed something orange was beginning to shine around the upper parts of this opened space. The wall panels were opening up right at the top, pushing something out. Something on fire. It looked like half a spaceship.

Actually.... It was a spaceship! David, Felix and Alec would recognize it as the cockpit of their ship.

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It was only its cockpit and parts of its wings still together, but they would recognize it. It completely wrecked, crushed from the panels smashing its remains to push through the station, and barely holding together was remained of it. Though... How the hell did it get inside this station? It was massive, but now it was crushed into a third of its size.

"Did.... we do that?" Alec asked both David and Felix in a raspy voice. Neither of them would know or remember.

They wouldn't have long to think about it though. Once the panels pushed it through, it floated in the open space for a brief few moments, before the panels then suddenly smashed down on it. With the zero gravity, it was coming right for the team's platform. The robot vanished, its camo reactivated once more, leaving everyone to their fate as the ship came flying down towards them from above.
David Ludlow
Being sent flying


Cursing as the robot went invisible during his attack and coming to attack him, he saw the sheen as it got close enough, David swinging the M60 around to shield himself as a blade cut through it like butter, the weapon now glowing a bright purple as it floated in place, shaking violently.

Using his boxing experience, David barely brought his arms up to absorb the hits, causing purple bruises to form on his arms that healed up before Felix's attack made it change targets. The machine quickly disengaging, but before they could figure out what to do, the ship section being sent their way, no doubt would have led to their deaths by crushing had the two halves of the weapon that flashed purple before detonating in a wave of energy, sending folks flying into Zero-G, their magnets pulling them to certain sections if they were close enough, or they'd be floating. However, this only affected those close enough to the epicenter, those farther away from David's encounter would at most stumble but would still need to dodge the incoming ship.

David and Waffles were sent flying away, the giant of a man angling himself so he could catch his dog before using the magnets to pull himself towards a metal panel to reorient himself and get back to the others in case the damn robot came back.

@Wade Von Doom @BlackRoseDova @noob13241 @DrLucky1 @Grehstone
 
"Did...we do that?"

At first the words didn't process in Mongo's mind. There was far to much to do, and far to much to focus on when it came to healing Alec's catastrophic wounds. The assistance of the bounty hunter (@DrLucky1) was much appreciated, but there was still so much to do. At the very least though, Alec wasn't going to be dying under her watch.

However, after a few moments, a weird itch formed on the back of her neck, prompting her to look up and finally notice the ship that was on a collision course with the platform that most of the party was standing on. A solid second passed, a full second spent suffering from the effects of disbelief at what she was seeing. First some kind of invisible robot, and now a full-on ship coming to crush them?

How absolutely unlucky could one person be?!

Glancing hurriedly between the approaching ship and Alec, Mongo briefly considered leaving the funny-sounding man to die. She could easily do it, especially given how low the chances were of her own survival right now, but something about situation made her choose a different path. Instead of ditching Alec and the bounty hunter, Mongo instead focused her magic and shifted her Paradigm again. A grey glow overtook her body for a moment before she was fully transitioned into her Saboteur role, a role that might just save Alec's life.

Focusing her magic to her hands, Mongo grabbed Alec's body by the armpits and cast Deprotect on him, reducing the weight and density of his armor and theoretically making him easier to kill. However, the practical impact that she sought was not to make him weaker, but rather to make him lighter. There was no way that she'd be able to move him in his bulky metal armor. By reducing his weight, Mongo figured that she could actually move him. With the potential help of others (@BazusoTheGrey), Mongo tried her best to drag Alec to safety.

But it still wasn't nearly enough.

Alec was just to damn heavy for the teenager, and try as she might, the effort to pull him along was dangerously slow. Hurriedly, Mongo cast Deprotect on him over and over again, but it wasn't just the weight of the man that was working against her. She wasn't tall enough to properly get his body up into an optimal dragging position, and worst of all, she could see that the ship getting closer and closer. She didn't have long before impact, and panic was starting to set in.

"This is fucking ridiculous! You so owe me for this!"

With as much strength as she could muster, Mongo pulled Alec up as far she could, cast Deprotect on him for the sixth or seventh time, and pushed him off of the edge. In the zero-G, Alec floated in the direction that he was pushed, which was thankfully away from the platform and the wreck. He was likely to survive what was about to occur, but Mongo had reduced her odds drastically with that little stunt. There wasn't enough time at this particular stage to kick off with enough force to escape the ship and its impact, but Mongo still had to try.

Thus, with what little momentum she could create, Mongo pitched herself off of the side of the platform and wished for the first time since waking up that she could use her Sentinel class. Instead, she had to hope that she wasn't absolutely torn to pieces by the wreckage that was about to dominate the inside of the space station.
 


With the explosion from David's weapon, everyone who hadn't jumped yet in time away from the ship were blown away right before impact. Sparks flew all over as 'Pathfinder' struck the platform, with a horrid sound of metal thrashing together echoed all around. The platform's robotic limbs underneath crumpled under the sudden weight, yet didn't stop its momentum completely. It slid off the side and continued its fall down to where the team had been before, slowly bouncing off the sides of the walls as the metal panels pushed it away.

They tried stopping it, angling to pin it in place, but the fires coming out of it were only increasing in size each time it was banged up more, until finally,

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A hundred feet down from where they all were, the ship exploded. The shockwave would push them all upwards towards the ceiling, then a few seconds later, suction would pull them back down, as a robotic voice echoed out,

"WARNING: STRUCTURAL DAMAGE! DECOMPRESSION IMMENENTE! INITIATING EMERGENCY PROCEDURES!"

The whole room went red from emergency lighting, as everyone was sent barreling to the hole in the station where the ship exploded. The walls shifted dramatically, narrowing the room from a wide space to a corridor in an attempt to seal off the hole into space and compress this area of the station.

The team would feel the air sucked out of their lungs as they flew across the station, and through the blaring red lighting was the shine of the sun outside. They would briefly see the stars that filled the black void of space, and a blue planet the station hovered above. A gas giant of some kind. A nice view to die with.

Yet, by both luck, and the work of a metal ball managing to JUST about hack the station enough to save everyone, a wall of panels formed over the hole. They would compress the space they were in, letting everyone breathe once more, but wouldn't stop their forward momentum. However they stop themselves from smashing, (of if they would,) more panels would form behind them to create another wall, with another platform rising up from below their feet to let them get their balance again.

"Oh thank goodness, that actually worked!" Wheatley's voice echoed, no where to be seen. "Took a shot in the dark there, wasn't sure I could close off the hole before you all went flying out into space. The uh, station's AI was adamant about letting you vent out first before plugging it up. Everyone okay? I managed to get you all, right?"

Alec, feeling A LOT of pain at this point, could only gasp and cough at the same time, like he had both swallowed fluid wrong, and was choking on food at the same time, all while mixed in were groans of pain from everything.

"Alright, well, listen, the AI here is starting to call in reinforcements to try and regain control. That robot soldier fella you fought was one of the troops trying to stop everyone from escaping, and he's not alone anymore, plus, I saw that it's calling in spaceships to blockade us and possibly destroy the station-- So no pressure! But, our timeframe just got shortened, and things are now getting a LOT harder to do, like I'm now even more limited in getting you to the station's mainframe than before,

Luckily, I have a solution! The AI controls the inside, but not the outside. So, I'm going to separate myself from the station's system, come down to you, disengage myself from the management rail I'm on, and right before I do, I'll open up the hole again so we can all walk across the outside of the station! It'll be good, we can avoid the drones entirely, the AI won't know we survived, and those metal robot soldier lads won't bother us! Just, stay there, get yourselves ready, I'll be right down!"

Once Wheatley did arrived, various random items would be thrown down from the ceiling onto them. Weapons, bits of armor, some potions, gadgets, strange relics, and importantly for the plan, breathing masks to put around their faces. "Heyo!" Wheatley called out, finally appearing in physical form. "Found this stuff and more in some sort of storage room on the way down! Can you believe it?"

Any and all missing items the team was missing from before they were suddenly captured was finally returned to them, with an added extra. "Weird question, does anyone by chance know how to operate a mech?" Wheatley asked.
 
Felix Tobin
Back in the saddle

Felix was stunned at just how damn durable the bot was. His shot barely slowed it a half step, and as far as he could tell, nobody else could really hurt it. So stunned, he almost took return fire. He dove, the plasma missed him… and he found himself holding a dead and useless wreck of a laser rifle. Before he could be angry, he noticed that the dropship, the horse they rode in on, hurtling towards them at speed. This wasn’t his first zero G rodeo, and he started eyeballing the angles and speed he’d need to launch off the elevator and slip by the burning wreck. A bright blue blast cut him off.

Hurtling one way, then another, he could feel the air rushing out. He hyperventilated while there was air to breathe, then emptied his lungs. What he’d been trained to do. He’d have oxygen in his bloodstream for a few moments longer, and the void wouldn’t rip his lungs out. It was more a comfort than a real solution, though. And with the rolling spin he was in, he probably had bigger concerns. He tried to splay his limbs, catch something, anything. He didn’t manage it before the panels shifted and the leak was halted. He tried to pull off a four-point landing but only managed one, landing hard on his ass and feeling his magnetized boots slap the ‘hull patch’ right after.

“Shiiit… I better still have a tailbone.”

He mumbled as he pushed off the floor, the lack of gravity slowly righting him while his feet stayed anchored, sliding about to maintain his stance. Then, with a somewhat jealous frown, he watched the others get back equipment lost and replacements for that which was broken. He almost grabbed a faintly familiar laser rifle before Wheatley’s words caught his attention.

“You’ve got a veteran Mechwarrior, right here. What kind of weird alien alternate universe kludge am I-…”

He started, before he saw a familiar silhouette partially blocked by a repair gantry. One awkward painful step. Another. A few more before he broke into as close to a run as he could get without both feet leaving the ground, pain forgotten. Its trash can shape gold him it was an Urbanmech. Its weapons told him it was the variant he’d piloted since his time in the military. Its paint told him who it belonged to.

Pirouette… It’s really you! WHEATLEY, START DISENGAGING THE CRADLE AND GANTRIES! I’M COMING HOME!”

Within seconds he jumped off the deck and floated towards the 30-ton war machine, slowly rolling forwards and landing on its torso with both feet, much more gently than his previous maneuver. Then, with giddy steps, he walked up the machine’s front, stepped past the reinforced cockpit glass, and opened the hatch atop its domed head. Then, with a quick kiss on that bit of plate, he slipped inside, sealing it behind him. He was strapped in before he knew it, and once he hooked in the neurohelmet feeds and started flicking switches, good ‘ol Bitchin’ Betty was in his ears.

“Reactor Online. Sensors Online. All Systems Nominal. Enter Voice Key.”
“Remember the run.”
“Voice key accepted. Shall we dance?”
“Fuck yeah… Wheatley, you free her yet?”

He asked over the comms, well aware that he could easily break free of the cradle and gantry in a pinch… but breaking useful equipment and sending metal debris flying everywhere seemed like a bad idea. Plus, he knew his urbie’s feet weren’t designed to magnetize to a ship’s hull, meaning that once he was free, he’d be performing a zero G Jumpjet ballet… A risk, but anything was worth it to be a Mechwarrior again.
 
Mongo just barely saved herself from getting clipped by the ship as it hurtled into the platform, but had only a few extra seconds to gain valuable distance from the descending wreck before it exploded. As big as the ship was, its subsequent explosion was definitely bigger but thankfully far enough away to only grant Mongo the barest hint of how hot the fires truly were. However, Mongo was only lucky in that regard, as the shrapnel from the explosion was fast approaching. Throwing her arms up, Mongo would have been to slow to stop a piece of metal from impaling her, but the hull breach directly beneath her pulled it away. However, by consequence, Mongo was also pulled in that direction at a sickening, bone-crunching pace. Somewhere in that mess of inertia, nausea, and crushing asphyxiation, Mongo couldn't help but pass out.

She might have been out for maybe thirty seconds, but she awoke to the absolute agony of a broken leg and an absolutely numb and unresponsive arm. Something in her ribs felt like it had snapped given that breathing was a chocobo-ride of sharp pain and wet coughing, but at least she was alive, all things considered. Focusing her magic, Mongo shifted over to her Medic Class and immediately set to work on healing herself as she worked to sit up. Torn flesh knitted itself together, snapped bones shifted back into place, and ruined muscle fibers rewound the proper way in a matter of a few seconds as Mongo took a gander over her new settings.

Everyone looked like they were reasonably fine - aside from the man she was healing earlier, he was still pretty messed up - and it looked like everyone was beginning to sort out some equipment on the ground. Propping herself up against one of the walls that she was near, Mongo struggled to get her weight back onto her feet, but finally succeeded after a few moments of effort.

Now actually standing, Mongo had a better line of sight on the items that were scattered across the floor. Swords, guns, axes, and bottles and oh so many other things that she couldn't quite identify. It was all relatively unappealing, given the guns she had dug out, she knew that she'd be foolish to skip the potions that were laying about. So, pushing off the wall, Mongo stumbled towards the rest of the group and the pile of items before a glint of gold caught her eye.

Turning her head to track the glint, Mongo's breath got caught in her throat as she spied the top of her family's bow - Airgetlám. It had once belonged to her father, and his father before him, and it was the only thing she had managed to pick out of the wreckage of her Clan's hosts at the onset of the War of Transgression. It was an heirloom, an artifact, and above all else, the only link between Mongo and her family.

Problem was, an unconscious Weiss (@Camleen) was laying on top of it.

In a flash of stumbling, rough movement, Mongo was at Weiss' side, her face presenting a visage of rage and malice as she wrapped her bloodied arms around Weiss' shoulders. The sheer impropriety and rudeness of this girl to be laying on top of her bow!

"Get off of that you snowy-haired cu-...!"

Mongo paused, realizing Weiss was not only unconscious, but also injured enough to remain that way unless someone intervened. She really needed healing judging from that welt on her head and the general condition of her body. The fall had not been kind to her either, but at least she didn't have anything broken...

...which, incidentally, was all of the justification that Mongo needed to unceremoniously roll Weiss onto her stomach and get the weapon out from under her.

"Sorry about that! I'll just be taking this out from under you...though not that you can hear me of course but who's really asking, right...?"

Looking the intricately carved bow over, Mongo checked for any kind of damage to the wood or the sinew, meanwhile absent-mindedly sending a healing spell in Weiss' (@Camleen) direction to wake her up. Judging from the talkative metal ball, it sounded like they all needed to be awake for what was going to come next. Oxygen masks were most likely going to be a necessity as well, but Mongo didn't see any immediately near her. She'd have to root around and find some later, and that was to say nothing of any last minute healing that needed to get done before they set off. Weiss might have been on the path to waking up, but what about the funny-sounding man who had gotten the blade through his chest? What was his name again? Alec? (@Wade Von Doom) Alex? Alecto? Alexander?

Didn't really matter. He was probably fine. Probably.

In the meantime, Mongo turned her attention back to the hopefully-awakening-Weiss.

"Hey, you awake yet? Hello?" Mongo scooted closer to Weiss and insistently poked her on the shoulder, seeing if that would wake her up any faster than her healing spell, "I don't mean to rush you...but I think we're going to be going soon and it would really suck for you if you got left behind with the invisible robots and the exploding ships. So wakey-wakey, lobos and bakey as they say!"