(( Hey everyone, I've created an dropbox folder of my drawings in order to help you all get a better understanding of Jag and the rest of Sanghvi's weird physiological.
[url=https://www.dropbox.com/sh/f4wtb69jmy4ja14/AAA2b0jQn3wpBY0so0-UFKdSa?dl=0]Link's Here.[/url] Updates infrequently. ))
[QUOTE]"Hold your arm out, Jag. Can your armor withstand sub-zero temperatures? The metal-ice causes frostbite very quickly on unprotected flesh."[/QUOTE]
"Don't worry, Freelancer Johannes, a properly built shell can last a tens of decades within the void."
Jag said before extending out it's right arm in font of Johannes in an unnaturally fast motion.
It's arms was unlike the rest of it's almost stone body, looking similar to clear, pale white paper in texture.
They we're also very thin, blending in with the rest of it's cloak when ever Jag stood idle.
Nevertheless, these thin appendages seemed to be remarkable strong and durable in combat.
[QUOTE=Deathgrunt;50609166](( Hey everyone, I've created an dropbox folder of my drawings in order to help you all get a better understanding of Jag and the rest of Sanghvi's weird physiological.
[url=https://www.dropbox.com/sh/f4wtb69jmy4ja14/AAA2b0jQn3wpBY0so0-UFKdSa?dl=0]Link's Here.[/url] Updates are infrequent. ))
[/QUOTE]
((They remind me a bit of the [URL="http://www.jessicacantlope.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/fighting_polygon_team_ssb.png"]Polygon Team from Super Smash Bros.[/URL]))
[QUOTE]"Guys! Wait! Lemme see if I can hack into their network. If they've got a remote setup on that generator, then I can get in and shut it off safely from here. No need to actually run [I]into[/I] a wall of lead."[/QUOTE]
"Understood, Technician Hariim. But if your expertise may fall us, I will do what I have to."
Jag said through it's implant, directed towards Hariim over the squad's private comm frequency.
It's attention still focused on drawing the gunner's fire in case of the hacker attempt falling.
A smoke grenade on Jag belt was primed, ready to drop off from it's belt and explode into a shower of grey smoke a few seconds later.
Done once after Maddox had whether or not hit the machine gun nest with his newly acquired.
It was a disorganized move, but eventually the strike team had determined a course of action. The Cerberus drone would enter the air ducts and search for an entrance to the machine gunner's nest. Meanwhile, a joint effort between Hariim, Frostbyte (via Johannes), and the Muramasa AI (via Bucky) would be used to disable the force-field. They were correct to assume that the problem would need to be approached from multiple angles.
The drone entered the vent system and searched for the proper path. However, upon tearing through an air filter which blocked the way forward, Cerberus found itself entangled in a trap wire which issued a massive electrical shock. [B]20 DMG[/B]
Cerberus HP: 30/50
The drone went limp as its operating system rebooted. The charge was gone from the wires, as it was apparently a one-time use weapon intended to kill intruders rather than robots. Given the circumstances, the strike team was lucky that one of its carbon-based members didn't try crawling into the vent themselves. Unfortunately, the path ahead was highly likely to contain more of these traps. As the drone came back online, Valkyrie reported this development to the crew.
Meanwhile, Hariim focused hard on his own objective. The Dyatiq defense grid was no joke, and it had thwarted him easily last time. This time, however, he had quite a bit of help thanks to a pair of uplinks, one from Johannes's suit and the other from the Muramasa. The latter had the highest latency, but given the operator, this was not as disadvantageous as it might have been.
CH Estimate: 1/4 (Hariim) + 1/4 (Johannes) + 1/4 (Bucky) = 3/4
[B]Actual: 4[/B]
Roll Passed.
Coordinating the three computer systems into concert was no easy task, but as usual, Hariim proved himself an expert in this sort of work. The challenge, after finding his route of access, was determining how to subvert the base system's expectations of fidelity- the system would be expecting some form of verified authorization for access, and Hariim would need to be ready to give it an answer which could not be classified as incorrect. He would need to be ready to give this answer without knowing who parameters would be checked.
To accomplish the task, he created from memory his own mock program which mimicked the pattern of rejection the base system had applied during his first attempt to hack it, back at the gate. Through this simulation, he toyed with different forms of exploits picked up from his years of work until he decided on one which was most likely to confuse the base's security. Upon connecting, the computer expected to receive a form of inquiry which was expected to conform to specific standards. To avoid this basic check, Hariim made no inquiry. Next, the computer, after accepting the connection and receiving nothing to analyze, made an attempt to read the surface-level directory of Hariim's system.
This is where Hariim tricked the system- at the same moment, he connected to a second access point on the base's system and tunneled the system's inquiry through. Thus, the enemy security net made an inquiry on itself, and was thus counter-analyzed, with both processes believing the connection to be coming from a foreign computer. The trick worked. Once the first connection's inquiry had been completed and approved at the second port, Hariim took control and began to unload his malicious software on the system, with Frostbyte and the Muramasa assisting his efforts to exploit every vulnerability in the system.
The whole exchange took no more than three seconds, and upon completion, the alarms which had been so deafening within the vaulted tunnel went silent, and the blood-red lights stopped flashing. The force-field, meanwhile, disengaged permanently as the door beyond was automatically overridden and opened- [I]as a fire safety measure[/I]. Hariim laughed triumphantly.
However, the machine gun was still in operation.
---
János, Hestia, Sylvia, and Dio stood less than a block away from the burning apartment complex. The sirens of emergency rescue vehicles could be heard in the near-distance as the blaze was battled from a nearby street, slightly greater than 90 degrees out from their position. The fire was nearly out of control, and crossing through the building from any angle would be risking disaster. This was the price of heroics; each of the four crewmembers knew that they would either press on through the danger, or else turn their backs on Frosty.
"I say János goes first," Dio said, "and the medbot brings up the rear. Since you're both artificial, you'll have an easier time with this. Anything unexpected blocking the way, János handles it. If I go down or Sylvia... then Hestia can watch for us and drag us out."
Suddenly, a police officer rounded the corner and spotted the team as it approached the building. "Siakh!" the ahra-phi demanded as they locked eyes. "This is danger area. You must go!"
"Bingo, bango, bongo. I'm one can short of a six-pack. Hop to, boys!" Hariim exclaims, covering his bases and digital ass. He runs a quick check of his gear, and loads up a fresh magazine into his rifle; he's up and ready to move as soon as the squad changes positions.
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Bucky wipes her brow to express her relief. She's never sweated in her life, but enjoys their isms. She happily reports to Yuga: "It worked, Cap! The crazy borg got in!"
Maddox nodded towards Jag. As the sanghvi took the lead, Maddox rounded the corner, kneeled down and pulled the trigger. A shiny black rocket was sent flying through the corridor.
Yuga remained unfazed but shuffled in her chair slightly. "While he is a living testament to humanity's ignorance he is without dispute very skilled."
János nodded to Dio's suggestion. "Sounds sound. Let's go in," he said. But before they could enter, a police officer suddenly rounded the corner and spotted them.
[QUOTE]"Siakh!" the ahra-phi demanded as they locked eyes. "This is danger area. You must go!"[/QUOTE]
János could only momentarily internally scream after this happened. He'll have to use his fallback plan. "No, you don't understand. We want to help!"
Owen glared at Yuga after she made her comment, "You know I can hear you, right?"
Yuga sneered and returned Owens glare, "I am fully aware of your ability the hear, Mr Jackson. Perhaps you should voice your opinions like someone with a spine instead of disguising it behind snide remarks?"
Bucky just shrugs to that and gets back to monitoring the ship's status boards. "I don't know about ignorance, Cap. But the fleshed-ones do seem to get shit done. Anyways, that's my two creds; back to work."
[i]Johannes chuckles.[/i][b] "Guess we don't need an ice shield."[/b]
(( Who needs ice shields anyway when you can just use Yuga's personality? ))
[QUOTE=F T;50619144](( Who needs ice shields anyway when you can just use Yuga's personality? ))[/QUOTE]
[Shots fired!]
Taylor remained in position, watching Jag do his thing and Mad as he popped out and fired off the RPG round. Meanwhile, nearby, Valkyrie was recalling her drone. If that rocket collided with the nest, they may not need to have the drone get in through the vent. Plus, it'd prevent it from falling into any more of those electrical traps.
"Captain, how's things back at the Muramasa?" asked Taylor, curious as to how they had been doing while they were inside the missile facility.
[QUOTE=F T;50619144](( Who needs ice shields anyway when you can just use Yuga's personality? ))[/QUOTE]
((Damn dude, that joke was [i]cold[/i] ))
(( fucking two birds one stone ))
((Guys, why don't we just all [i]cool off[/i]?))
"Excellent, Technician Hariim." Jag said with a tone of relief over the channel towards him.
The Sanghvi was quite pleased with M'baal's work, enjoyed to find a competent crew member among them.
Jag then begin glancing to Maddox for a second before looking back to Johannes over it's shoulder after he made his comment.
"But we still have a heavy automatic weapon still laying before us with team of hostiles manning it, Freelancer Johannes."
Jag said to him before taking a quick peek around the corner over to the emplacement.
As per plan, Jag took the lead in blocking the machine gunner's field of view, throwing a canister of gas and chaff into the narrow hall.
CH Estimate: 3/4
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
Roll Failed.
As soon as the can left the sanghvi's grip, it exploded in mid-air, spraying its contents outward into the main tunnel. The gunner managed to shoot it out of the air! The cloud was soon sucked into the air vents, and never provided adequate protection. Unfortunately, Maddox was already in the process of rounding the corner when the loud "pang" of the canister being deflected reached his ears. Unable to turn back, he committed to taking out the nest regardless of any wounds he might sustain.
CH Estimate: 3/8
[B]Actual: 7[/B]
Roll Passed.
Maddox knelt as he took the shot, and the gunner was unable to get his barrel down before the rocket ignited. Small pieces of concrete and metal debris splashed back and rained down on Maddox's armor as his icy blood began flowing again. With the gun destroyed, the path was open.
---
János:
CH Estimate: 2/5
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Failed.
The ahra-phi shook his head. "No help! Go now. No ask again!"
"Warden..?" Dio asked, reaching into his sleeve for a hidden knife. Sylvia grabbed his wrist, preventing anything rash.
"We're doctors, sweetie," she said as she approached the officer. The police officer, confused and mildly alarmed, took a step back and placed his hand on his sidearm. Sylvia shook her head and stopped, placing her hand on her hip in an alluring pose. "Don't do anything dangerous now," she said with a mysterious smile.
CH Estimate: 1/10 x 5(Allurement) = 1/2
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
Roll Failed.
Ahra-Phi: [B]7[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = 7
Sylvia: DEF Roll = 1
[B]6 DMG[/B]
Sylvia HP: 64/70 (Nanosurgeon)
The officer slapped Sylvia across the face hard enough that she stumbled backward and fell on her ass. Apparently it was difficult to communicate sex appeal through a rain poncho and gas mask. In a flash, the officer drew his gun on the other three team members. "For your own safety, I order you step back," he demanded.
---
On a white sand beach somewhere in the eastern seas of Seloveha, a group of amphibious creatures known as melora were tending to a small shuttle craft emblazoned with the logo of Transgalactic Arms Resale, a recently-founded company from the inner northwest quadrant. As they refueled the machine, a squat, heavy-set orthalon stepped out into the sun and surveyed the endless, crystal blue ocean.
"[Mr. Borto, it is a pleasure to finally meet you,]" a voice croaked. It belonged to Beshyem, the single-named leader of the Selovehan United Labor Party, or SULP. The two men shook hands.
"[The pleasure is all mine,]" Borto replied. "[I've been meaning to come out here ever since you bought out my stock of '51s. How have they done, by the way?]"
"[As a matter of fact, they're dogshit. We've had a one out of thirty fail on us, and we've also found that the parts from one can't be exchanged into another. The manufacturers must have changed their design on every tenth rifle,]" Beshyem joked. "[They did their job, at least. Now, we want to upgrade.]"
Borto chuckled. His relationship with his clients was highly informal, and he made sure to only sell to those who realized that the product would be atrocious. His rock-bottom, bargain prices reflected this. "[Of course, of course. There will be plenty of time to discuss the replacements. Have you figured out how many you'll be trading in?]"
"[At least sixty thousand.]" Beshyem thought hard for a moment. "[Myaga, what's the exact count?]" Beshyem asked into a communicator strapped to his gear. His romantic partner, a fire-eyed rebel in her own right, suddenly appeared from the shallows near the shore, dragging a sled with several cases strapped to the top.
"[Sixty-eight thousand, five hundred and ten,]" she replied. "[We've been doing some shopping on our own, and we have a few leading candidates.]"
Beshyem looked to Borto expectantly. The latter perked up, not having realized that Myaga had been speaking to him. "[Candidates? What do you-]" he responded just before Myaga kicked open one of the cases. A bit of seawater sloshed out of the container, revealing a brand new P-188 Plasma Rifle, produced by the phirin Deep Faith weapons firm. Unlike the OBV-51 rifles Borto had previously supplied, the P-188s were actually designed to function underwater, rather than simply being shoddily modified at the last moment by unqualified contract labor.
"[This is our favorite,]" Myaga said, hoisting the gun up to her shoulder and checking the sights. "[It's been on the market for ten years now, so we must assume you have some.]"
Borto nervously turned away from his hosts. "[Eh... not that model exactly,]" he answered. "[We have a few thousand of the 148, but Deep Faith is a bit of a specialty company.]"
Beshyem crossed his arms. "[That sucks,]" he said, as Myaga fished a second gun out of its case. "[How about this one, then?]"
Turning around once more, Borto found himself looking at another newer weapon, the human built REX assault rifle, from the Blitz-ARU manufactory on Germania. "[This one has an OEM modification available for aquatic warfare,]" Myaga enthused. "[Please tell us you can get us this gun.]"
"[I don't understand,]" Borto complained. "[How do you expect me to obtain a bunch of newly-built weapons and sell them to you at resale prices? The last we spoke about this, you were looking at switching to that human rifle, the '58 model from Mitsubishi...]"
Beshyem shook his head. "[We tried it. The damned thing practically melted trying to maintain conversion efficiency in the plasma coils. We couldn't make it work underwater.]"
"[That's a shame, I've got lots of those,]" Borto grumbled.
"[Look,]" Myaga interjected, dropping the REX back into its carrying case with a sad splash of water. "[We're starting to get foreign support for this struggle of ours. We can win, but first we have to equip our revolutionaries with something better than junk. We've got thousands of bad rifles to get rid of, and no one's going to buy them but you. Just tell us what your best offer is.]"
"[I've got a line on the Vashkom Arms VA-80. Like, eighteen thousand at the most. The militia that bought them is moving on human weapons because the kanads put the kibosh on the Lirya weapons industry during their whole 'end private militaries' campaign. They can go toe-to-toe with anything you've got in those crates, no question.]"
"[We need a lot more than eighteen thousand,]" Beshyem replied. "[We'd be better off if we didn't have to mix our supply orders and run two guns at once, but we'll take the lot if that's all you have to offer.]"
Borto nodded, pulling out his tablet to reserve the weapons. "[I'll find you more weapons. There are new ships coming in every day, and with all the piracy going on out west, I'm sure someone's packing a few thousand firearms just for the sort of under-the-table deals I typically run.]"
"[Sounds fine to me,]" Beshyem said with a friendly nod. "[To be honest, I can't believe we've come so far. From just a few hundred rebels to tens of thousands. From shoestring budgets to billions of capital. It just goes to illustrate one of the greatest lessons of all.]"
"[What's that?]"
Myaga slammed the cases shut on the rifles. "[When the people have spoken, you can't choose deafness.]"
[i]Johannes glances at Jag, lifts his shoulders in a shallow shrug, forms a tower shield out of metal ice on his left arm, and starts advancing slowly towards the destroyed machine gun nest with his rifle held braced against the shield and his shoulder in his right hand.[/i]
János pulled Sylvia back, giving her a harsh look before turning to the ahra-phi officer.
"All we wanted to do is help, but I guess not even good samaritans like us can be of use to anyone. Come everyone, let's go," he said, as he manually turned everyone around and pushed them away, going in the opposite direction from the officer. He put their heads close together, so that they could hear his whispers.
"First off, Sylvia, what the fuck? Second off, we're gonna go turn on this corner and find a hiding spot, maybe wait a few minutes, and then look back through here to see if the coast is clear, alright?" he said, as they went around the corner, away from any view, and started looking for a hiding spot.
With a huge grin, Maddox did a thumbs up towards both Taylor and Valkyrie. "N-X rocket worked like a charm!"
Taylor returns the thumbs up, while Valkyrie just grins wildly. "Bad ass. Now lets move. We need to get in there and take out the missiles." said Taylor, as she rounded the corner and proceeded down the hallway. Valkyrie followed behind her, the Cerberus drone hopping from the vent and following close behind. Both kept their weapons up, in case someone was still alive in the destroyed machine-gun nest.
Hariim advances alongside his squad, and maintains a constant watch on his sensors. Machine gun emplacements are rarely not accompanied by at least a few token grunts in his experience.
[i]Johannes tries to keep himself and his shield ahead of his comrades. He motions for them, silently, to use him as cover as they advance.[/i]
((Still alive, guys?))
((Still here.))
((Kinda waiting on Sega?))
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