Starpath: Scoundrels of the Interstellar Highway - Games

"Thank you, Medic Mercy." Jag said while rising up with it's shell's crack sealed, look straight ahead at the heavily injured and still beast. Jag, then begin to slowly pace to the left wall of the tank. Having it's Implant scan the creature one last time before doing some simple spit second predictions and leaping onto the tank's wall. Climbing onto it once more, it's limb ripping in and out rabidly to reach an sufficient height. There, now looming over the monster. Jag took a short breath of air before lunching into the top of the septic horror.

Hariim charges at the beast with his rifle's bayonet, aiming for where he thinks its brain ought to be. His suit assists him with the jump, and with the stab; artificial exo-muscular systems enhance and focus his movements and help him drive his blade home.

From up above, Jag stared down at the beast for a moment before making another leap of faith. The monster's appendages suddenly flailed, threatening to cut the sanghvi off in mid-air. Jag maneuvered its body en route and... CH Estimate: 3/4 [B]Actual: 1[/B] Roll Failed. ...was slapped down regardless by a lucky swipe. The mercenary flew back and rolled off the curved wall back onto the walkway, suffering multiple catastrophic blows in the process. What Mercy had just done to repair its outer shell was instantly undone as Jag tumbled to the ground. [B]40 DMG[/B] Jag HP: 10/50 But now it was Hariim's turn. With no electronics to hack and nothing else to do except charge, he launched himself at the gap, springing off the handrail in the process. Unlike the others who aimed for the eyes, he would attempt to lobotomize the enemy. That is, if he could avoid the flailing tentacles himself, and reach the beast when Jag could not. CH Estimate: 3/4 Actual: 1 Roll Failed. As soon as he cleared the railing, he was swiped from above with a crushing brutality, slamming back into the concrete floor with enough force to crack it. He yelled in agony as his implant began to analyze his nervous system for spinal damage. Luckily, he wasn't paralyzed. [B]45 DMG[/B] Hariim HP: 75/100 With two of his teammates having failed, Johannes now made his own leap, sword at the ready. It couldn't keep shutting them down forever, could it? CH Estimate: 3/4 [B]Actual: 2[/B] Roll Passed. Johannes found it hard to admit, but he had expected to be slapped away when he repeated their attempts. Now in the clear, he only had a split second to actually prep his attack. Aiming for one of the bulbous eyes, he brought his blade down hard, trying to shatter it. CH Estimate: 2/3 [B]Actual: 1[/B] Roll Failed. Johannes: [B]10[/B] x 1.75(Machinist) x Crit(CH1/2, 1, Failed) = 17.5... [B]18 DMG[/B] The eye was frozen so solid that Johannes's blade only knocked it backwards on its stock, with most of the power deflected away. Panicked, he flipped the sword around in his hands and plunged it into the creature's head with a two-handed strike instead, unleashing a geyser of blood in the process. He held his breath, hoping that the creature was dead and wouldn't attack him again. Unfortunately, it still had fight left in it and responded with another swipe. Beast With No Name: CH Estimate: 3/4 [B]Actual: 4[/B] Roll Passed. Johannes was hit from behind, catapulted harder and faster than anyone before. Hitting the far wall of the tank at 50 km/h, he broke several ribs and dislocated his shoulder as he crashed to the ground. [B]50 DMG[/B] Johannes HP: 35/100 The team paused briefly as it wondered what exactly it would take to finally take this monster down. Johannes called for Mercy's attention.

[quote]...was slapped down regardless by a lucky swipe. The mercenary flew back and rolled off the curved wall back onto the walkway, suffering multiple catastrophic blows in the process. What Mercy had just done to repair its outer shell was instantly undone as Jag tumbled to the ground.[/quote] Porter ran to Jag, shaking his head as he just got himself back on his feet to get knocked down hilariously. He picks him up with ease, then throws Jag towards Mercy, "Heal him again," he cracks his knuckles and gets ready to pounce at the monster. This can either go two ways, he thought to himself, destroy that monster or get crushed against the wall. Let's find out. He dashes forward, dodging tentacles left and right, then leaps from the ground, getting boosted from his cybernetic leg. He reaches his arm back, then takes out the cryo grenade given to him. His plan was to punch the monsters eye out, jam the cryo grenade in, then take cover. ------ Meanwhile on the ship, Amelia hiccups as she watches the monitor for Amy bleep and bloop.

Porter felt as if the team had taken enough of this monster's literal shit. He was going to break it down with nothing but his bare hands. Or with a cryo grenade, whatever. The point was that he had a plan. With a hustle in his step, he launched himself at the monster. CH Estimate: 3/4 [B]Actual: 1[/B] Roll Failed. The monster slapped him back before he even got half way, slamming him into the tank wall. He and several dozen bricks came crumbling down onto the walkway. [B]55 DMG[/B] Porter HP: 65/100

Jag simply laid motionless while being tossed about, from both the monster and Porter. Once done, it simply looked towards Mercy again. "Medic Mercy....Same operation." Jag said in a tired tone, having dealt with far more important threats before then this living pile of shit did bring Jag down a notch. Nevertheless, Jag decided to sit this round out and use a can of repair cerement attached to it's belt. Mostly to seal the now growing crack along it's torso.

Porter shakes his head, chuckling. Of course that would happen. But then, when the bricks tumbled down, he had the fantastic idea to just chuck them at the monster, see if he can distract or even hurt the monster a little bit to give time for the team to do something.

While waiting for Mercy's help, Jag decided to take the initiative and try to heal itself a bit. CH Estimate: 3/5 [B]Actual: 5[/B] Roll Passed. + 20 HP Jag HP: 30/50 The cement helped to hold some of the cracks closed as Jag decided to sit out a round of combat, for fear that the next attack could be fatal. Similarly, Johannes was also too wounded to justify another attack. Porter decided to step up and try again, this time by hurling a brick at the monster's eyes. CH Estimate: 2/3 [B]Actual: 2[/B] Roll Passed. [B]x3 DMG[/B] Porter: [B]2[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = 2 [B]6 DMG[/B] Porter chuckled as the brick shattered another eye, which fell to the ground in spurts of blood while the beast howled in agony. How it was still alive was anyone's guess at this point.

After sealing it's wound, Jag decide to risk it and finished this quickly. Hastily, the Sanghvi pull itself up from the ground in a single motion. It dashed from the side to side, trying to avoid any incoming attacks while running towards the back wall behind the team. Jag then used it's raw strength to pull a segment of steel pipe off from the wall, looking to be a broken water pipe. Using it's paper like limbs to throw the makeshift spear into what must be one of it's few remaining eyes.

(( JUST DIE ))

[video=youtube;Q3NqtLMs0w8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3NqtLMs0w8[/video] The beast let out one more, fantastically loud roar that shook the room. Everyone knew that its next attack could be the worst yet, and so the need to act was palpable. Jag took the initiative, ripping what remained of an old, rusted pipe out of the wall and, aiming for the few remaining eyes on the top of the monster's head, threw it like a javelin. CH Estimate: 2/3 [B]Actual: 2[/B] Roll Passed. [B]x3 DMG[/B] Jag: [B]6[/B] x 1.5 x (No Feat Applicable) = 9 [B]27 DMG[/B] The pipe exploded yet another eye on its way to stabbing into the monster's head. It sliced at least a meter deep into the flesh as it jackknifed and ripped the whole thing open, as the monster apparently had no bones. All at once the head exploded in giblets as the pressure inside tore through the surface, blowing chunks of the Beast With No Name over every surface of the room. Apparently, the monster had been consuming the waste in the septic tank and keeping it under high pressure within its abdomen, as the levels within the tank began to rise. [B]Enemy Eliminated.[/B] The crew jogged over to the ladder, helping one another over the missing bottom rungs so that they could evacuate. Porter was the last to climb up, as he was both tall enough to reach and strong enough to help others climb up, and by the time he was moving the sludge had nearly reached his ankles. Markus pushed the manhole cover out of the way and one by one, they climbed out and rolled onto the ground, just happy to be out of the sewers. Miraculously, a midday shower began to fall which wasn't dangerously acidic, and the crew was able to wait and rinse off for a while until Rask barked at them over the comm to stop wasting time. --- "<I believed King Erimus when he said he'd end the network tax if we stopped organizing protests->" the melora said through a translator device, before Yanim interrupted. "Network tax?" "<Yes, a tax on network usage. The more followers you have online, the more money you have to pay, because the nobility wants to ensure that only those with proper resources have a large audience. The King says that if those without the wherewithal to build a personal fortune could generate influence from nothing, the order of our society would be turned on its head.>" "So he wants to stop the poor from having any chance to organize," Yanim said. "That's horrible." "<Exactly,>" the melora replied, "<and when we stopped organizing protests for a whole three months, back in 2381, he used the time to quietly arrest dozens of labor leaders. He almost killed the whole reform movement right there. We had to create SULP in the aftermath to retain any sort of unity, and Seloveha's been at war ever since.>" On the other side of the room, Constantine demonstrated the TAC-85 to Beshyem and Myaga, who were impressed with its build quality and low cost. The weapon would need to be modified to work underwater, but since production had not yet fully gone underway, it would still be possible to establish a dedicated line for an amphibious variant. The SULP commanders were practically drooling at the prospect...

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(( dude it's dead. RIP yog-shitoth. ))

Markus sat down on a crate under a metal roof next to a wall close to the manhole. He took out the nail mag and changing back to the ordinary .50 rounds. He looked up at the crew, who despite the rain were still slightly covered in septic smudge from the fight. He let out a hearty laugh, "Ya look like shit".

Maddox grunted. "You're not exactly a piece of beauty yourself." He looked at the squad. "Mercy, tend to the wounded as we go. The rest of you, get ready to move. Our contact should be nearby."

(( [URL="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSV5KR_Nf9Y"]Jag for MVP[/URL] )) Taylor sighed in relief as she looked on, watching the feed that the away team was still feeding them. "Nice work, team. Keep your eyes open, and hurry back with the goods." she said through comms to the team, before switching them off. She thought Jag was done for after the second hit, but luckily he was able to patch himself up and spear that...shit beast.

The monks rushed through the corridor with their scout rifles in hand, the sound of their rapid steps echoed through the monastery. An explosion outside forced them to briefly stop and lean towards the wall as the building vibrated. "Quickly brothers, we must hurry!" Said one of the monks. They rounded a corner and entered the madness. The front gate had been blown wide open and several of their bretheren laid dead on the cold floor. Outside heavy gunships turned around after having finished their job, five large dropships took their place and landed on the rocky surface outside. "The invaders are here! We must repel them!" Said one of the monks. His brothers nodded and the group took cover behind pieces of debris, boxes, furniture and anything else in the corridor which was large enough to conceal a man. Meanwhile the dropships opened up their front doors, letting out five large groups of Divinity Creed crusaders. Their metal boots sank into the sand as they left the comfort of their ships behind. Wind caused by the dropship engines kicked up dust and the cloaks worn by the religious fighters. "Take the monastery! Kill the heretics inside!" Yelled Zealot Hector Roth as he unsheated his sword. With the click of a button a energy blade was formed. The monks, being Sawarkian Warmonks, wasted no time and opened fire. Concentrated plasma shots riddled the Creed lines and caused several of the crusaders to fall face first into the warm sand. It was of no use however. Within seconds the crusaders had reached the main gate blown open by their allied gunships. Many of the fanatics let go fo their rifles and instead unsheated smaller energy shortswords for engaging in close combat. The warmonks fought bravely but had only managed to kill about a dozen of crusaders before the Creed forces broke through their line of defense. Using ancient martial arts hailing from Terra, the monks used their long scout rifles as polearms. Many of the crusaders received a cracked visor or had their oxygen hoses torn off, the ensuing shock of breathing unclean air was more than enough for the monks to finish off a handfull of crusaders. Then came Zealot Roth out of nowhere, concealed by the mass of Creed forces, who impaled one of the monks with his energy sword. Shaken by the loss of yet another of their brothers most of the warmonks were overrun. One of the elder monks looked on in desperation as his lifelong brothers died at the hand of zealous fanatics who were nothing more than beasts. He looked at the two monks next to him. "Brothers you must retreat to the archive, I will hold them off." The two other monks nodded and rushed back the way they came. Meanwhile the elder monk reached into his robes and pulled out a cylindrical device. "You will never take this monastery." Zealot Roth widened his eyes and ducked for cover right before a powerful explosion incinerated another dozen of his men. He got up and gritted his teeth. "After the heretics!" The crusaders pushed on unchallenged now that only two monks remained. They swept through each and every room, tearing apart books and writings. Computerized equipment was collected and piled up; a special group of crusaders would review their contents for heresy. Meanwhile Roth marched on towards the archives protected by a massive pair of doors. "Open it." Two crusaders nodded and placed two circle-shaped explosives at the center of the door. With a bang the door flew open and almost fell off of their hinges. Before the smoke had cleared plasma fire killed two of the crusaders. Roth didn't care and entered the room. A plasma shot bounced off from his zealot armor and struck another crusader in the neck, causing the man to scream before getting hit by another shot. The smoke cleared and Roth could the see the entire room; hundreds of shelves filled with digital and physical writings which had been collected for centuries. Infront of the shelves was a small desk with a computer and infront of that the last two Sawarkian warmonks. Both monks opened fire and were equally as dissappointed when their plasma fire had no effect on the sword-wielding zealot marching towards them. Roth slapped the rifles out of their hands and then grabbed one of the monks by the neck. He pointed the edge of his sword at the second one. "Answer my questions or your brother will pay the price." Realizing that there was nothing he could do the monk had a look of resignation on his face. "What do you wish to know?" "Where are the Holy Terran Writings?" The monk lifted his arm and pointed towards a sealed door which led to a sideroom. Roth looked at his crusaders. "Open the door." "Yes, zealot." Four crusaders worked together to quickly remove the seals and open the door, revealing a short corridor leading to another room. Two of the warriors entered and after a few seconds of silence they returned, one carrying a book. The crusader laughed with joy and showed it to Roth. [i]The Holy Bible[/i] "All the writings are there. The legacy of our ancestors." Roth smiled. He snapped the neck of the monk ín his grip and plunged his sword into the other one. "The Divinity Creed thanks you for your help, [i]brother[/i]." "You fool." With eyes wide-open the monk fell to the floor. Roth turned towards his men and laughed. "Rejoice men of God! For we have secured a victory." He pointed towards the sideroom. "Load everything onto the carts." He looked at the massive shelves which was the bulk of the monastery archives. "Burn the rest." The crusaders nodded. "Yes, zealot." ----- Roth sat down in his command chair onboard his new flagship, [i]The Divine Blade[/i]. His old one had been destroyed above Novithus. "Arch-Zealot, I am pleased to report that the attack was a success. My forces suffered minimal casualties and the monastery was destroyed. The information brought to us by our mysterious allies was correct, we found the complete legacy of our ancestors." Across the room on a holoscreen was Arch-Zealot Hazadok. He smiled widely and kissed several religious icons around his neck after hearing the good news. "Excellent work Roth, you and your men will be greatly awarded for this. Return to God's Gift so that we may celebrate the homecoming of the Lord's sacred gifts. I shall speak with our allies and let them know that we are ready to follow them." The Arch-Zealot nodded. "May God watch over you." Roth nodded. "May he watch you as well."

Hariim recovers and uses the cybernetics hooked into his nervous system to manage his pain. He waits his turn to receive Mercy's help. Hariim also takes position on point, so that he can put his gear to the best use keeping an eye out on the path ahead.

After leaving the sewers along with the rest of the team, Jag simply chose to briefly walk a few paces away from the man. Jag gave it's surrounding a quick glance, taking note before stopping and knelling down. Jag sat still while it gathered itself both physically and mentally. The harsh concussions it received during the battle with the monster had shaken up Jag quite a bit. And the relentless tension and pressure from the planet's gravity did not help the overtaxed Sanghvi. It's shell aced in pain due to these painful conditions. However, Jag was able to push aside such demands of the body and continue trekking onward. Now moving forward with the rest of the squad, through in a limb like fashion and it's torso leaning forward.

Porter, after climbing out of the sewer, stretched his human arm, leg, back, and neck. All of them cracked like celery. He lets out an audible sigh from the loosened tension, then checks his cybernetics to see if they're all working right. With a few bleeps and bloops from the automated checking system, the cybernetics are fine, but there are a few bruises here and there on his chest, arms, and legs. And one cracked rib. "Mercy, have any more tricks up your sleeve to patch me up?" he asks.

[quote]Voyak State News Bulletin: Investigators have been dispatched to eastern Vohmdash due to reports of multiple infrastructure failure. Citizens reported a general blackout at roughly 11:15 AM which is ongoing and assumed to be the result of a catastrophic power substation failure which hospitalized two soldiers of the kanad Osch Batakya. Massive plumbing disorder has also been reported as of 12:30 PM within the same district as well as a "ghastly smell" emanating from storm drains near the Gomokoria Phosphorus Processing Plant. Authorities are concerned that the failures may be linked, but have cautioned against panicking. So far damage is considered minimal, and the Office of General City Services believes that power will be restored before the end of the day. However, the same office has also stated that plumbing may be more difficult to restore if the local septic disposal organism has been harmed in some way by the accident.[/quote] Hariim: CH Estimate: 3/5 [B]Actual: 5[/B] Roll Passed. +20 HP Hariim HP: 95/100 Using his implant, Hariim was able to suppress pain from his injuries, such as bruises and small scrapes, which were non-critical and could thus be simply ignored for the short-term. In fact, it was unlikely that he would even need the doctor's help. Standing tall, he appeared ready for the next phase of the operation, whereas Jag, Johannes, and Porter all seemed much more fatigued. Nonetheless, the group trudged onward through the lot and around the side of the building where they had met Toothache the previous day. There, they found one of the big diesel trucks being loaded with some seriously menacing-looking devices. Around a dozen gohva in company uniform were strapping in the bombs, careful not to create any safety hazards for what they had built. One of them looked up to see the mercenary team and waved at them. "Hey- I heard you fucked it up yesterday!" shouted Toothache as he carefully stepped over a power cord and shuffled off the loading dock. Under his mask, his deformed mouth was smiling. "I talked to the boys, as ya can see-" he said, motioning at the other workers. "Turns out they're just as sick of this rock as I am. To hell with it all!"

Maddox approached Toothache. He nodded towards the truck. "How long untill it's ready to move?"

Toothache waited a moment to see if anyone was going to even say hello. "Straight to the point, eh?" he finally said. At that moment he finally noticed the severe stink in the air around the team and their generally unsanitary appearance and, not wanting to have anything to do with it, motioned at a large flatbed truck with cargo rails parked across the lot from the loading dock. "See that?" Maddox nodded. "That's your ride. I'm going to pilot the bomb truck ahead of you and drive like hell- plowing straight through the police checkpoints in town, and you just follow close behind. If they follow us, you'll be the ones trading lead with the Peacekeepers. If they shoot at me, it'll probably come from the front. That's why we've built a new attachment for our delivery truck..." About that time, a pair of gohva stepped out of the darkness of the warehouse carrying a custom-built steel barrier to weld onto the cab of the bomb truck which would help protect the driver. As they set to work, Toothache continued explaining. "Anyway, if we take Route 9 North, there are three checkpoints to break through before we get into the Apapokta Voyoma Desert, which is where the road will be so flat and so straight that we can deliver the bombs. By airlift, I mean." The crew wondered what exactly he meant. Suddenly, Rask's voice came over the comm: [quote]Checkered has been warning me all morning that the Black Fleet is covering the capital thick from the air, so we can't fly either of the big ships to go get you. At the same time, you're not gonna get the bombs out without the heat being right on your tail. The best option is a moving extraction. The maneuver is pretty complicated but it'll make sense when we get there. Just focus on not letting them stop the truck and you should be fine.[/quote]

"Copy that." Replied Maddox to Rask. He looked at Toothache. "We're ready when you are." Maddox then looked at the squad. "Let's mount up. Johannes will be the driver. Hariim I want you in the front passenger seat; monitor enemy comms and mess up their plans ifnyou can. The less enemies tailing us the better. Mercy, Istasha, Jag, Porter and Koval you will be in the flatbed with me."

Markus nodded before stopping for a brief second and shaking his head, "Hold up. Movin' extraction? Ya mean we'll be drivin these onto the ship while movin'?" He crossed his arms, "That's a bloody nutty plan if I ever heard one."

Maddox chuckled and tapped Markus on the shoulder. "Should be right up your alley then." Maddox then climbed onto the trucks flatbed. "Mad to Muramasa, we're clear of the sewers and we've reached the contact. We got some bruises along the way but aside from that everyone is accounted for. How copy, over?"

"Solid copy, Mad. Make sure everyone is patched up before heading out. If this all goes well, you guys can finally wash that shit off properly. Muramasa out." responded Taylor, crossing her legs as she sat in the captain's chair.

The away team loaded into the truck as directed by Maddox while Toothache headed for the bomb truck. "Good luck, and make sure to keep 'em off me!" he said as he climbed into the cab. Johannes belted himself in while Hariim checked over his equipment. The rest of the crew did the same on the flatbed and when everyone was ready, Maddox pounded twice on the roof of the cab. A moment later, the two trucks were moving, spewing their diesel fumes into the humid air. Istasha seemed especially excited at the chance to fight, as she configured her grenade launcher for use against enemy vehicles. The trucks pulled off the lot and entered an urban roadway heading north for a block before the onramp. Above, there were distant black flecks whirring about against the cloudy backdrop, signs of the kanad air patrols. The bomb truck was the first onto the motorway, of course, and that's when the vehicles began to accelerate. Toothache gave them their final warning. [quote]Get ready... the first checkpoint is about two kilometers from here. Keep watch.[/quote] About a minute later, the trucks, bounding down the road at beyond traffic speed, came within sight of the UGC checkpoint. The three lanes of traffic were being bottlenecked through two lanes, with the third lane reserved as a space for trucks and suspicious vehicles to be searched. Toothless guided his truck into the third lane, as was expected, but as the first signs commanding drivers to slow down whizzed by the two vehicles as nothing but blurs, the Peacekeepers and kanads ahead knew that something was wrong. They scrambled to the barriers on the side of the road and jumped just in time for the cargo truck to swing through, clearing the way for the flatbed behind it. The sound of whistles blowing briefly pierced the air as traffic in the two left-hand lanes came to a halt, allowing Toothache to cut hard back into the fast lanes and avoid a parked APC. Johannes followed his lead but with a slight delay, and the whole team felt the truck nearly overturn as it bolted to the left and avoid the armored vehicle. Soon, the two trucks were out in the open, as police sirens could be heard from both ahead and behind. "Toothless, how soon to the next one?" Johannes shouted over the comm, his heart pounding from the risky maneuver. [quote]Ten kilometers![/quote] "Understood," Johannes replied. "Mad, can you see them yet?" Very quickly, almost dishearteningly so, the team leader was able to answer in the affirmative. The trucks passed by a break in the median where the two opposing sides of the roadway had a gravel connection, and a trio of police cruisers, belonging not to the UGC or the Black Fleet, but rather the municipal police of Vohmdash, made a reckless handbrake turn onto the highway behind them. A voice crackled over the loudspeaker, barely audible over the chorus of sirens- "[Pull over! The road is closed ahead!]" A rebuke from Toothache- [quote]Don't believe them! We can smash through anything they've got![/quote] Istasha looked at Maddox uncertainly before remembering that Wilson was still in the air. "Wilson, do you read me?" she asked. "What does Route 9 look like ahead? Can we get through?" After a moment, an answer came through- [quote]I hear you. They're getting civilians to pull over for their safety, so the traffic should be out of the way... but they're massing cars at the next checkpoint. I know Toothache says you can get through anything, but I'd increase your following distance, just in case.[/quote] "Not until we get closer," Johannes said. "We can't let these cops get ahead of our truck." At that moment, the vehicles closed the gap. Further behind in the greater distance, the Peacekeeper APC was following them, along with several Black Fleet rangers on hoverbikes, still too far away to engage. The passenger side windows on the cruisers rolled down as the loudspeaker blared its final warning. Of the three pairs of police, two were composed of a gohva driver and an ahra-phi gunner, with the final one being the opposite. The ahra-phi were wielding shotguns, while the gohva was equipped with an assault rifle. The latter's car was hanging further back while the lead two were apparently trying to get on either side of the flatbed. Instantly, the crew knew that the shotgunners were planning on blowing the tires out. However, they had a brief opportunity to act first.

"Porter! Koval! Shoot out the tires!" Yelled Maddox as he opened fire, attempting to knock out the tires on one of the police cruisers. "Jag, be ready for company. Istasha, wait for the APC. Hariim, see if you can jam their comms!"

Hariim opens up on the shotgunners with his airburst slugs and a rifle rocket set for close-proximity detonation. Thankfully, his weapons don't require great precision due to their fragmentary nature. With his rounds downrange, Hariim begins a swift EWAR effort to jam enemy communications. He throws every piece of EWAR tech he can throw at the problem, and brings in Itasha for a bit of help through collaboration.