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Shank overhears this on the comms and replies "Maxim #37: There is no overkill. There is only open fire and I need to reload.""Can we assume that at least one of these uglies is not longer safely ensconced in it's secure enclosure?" asks Sharpe. "I vote for an aggressive shoot first policy here..."
"Shouldn't Oh sweet fuck, NOOooo... be in there somewhere?" asks Sharpe. "Obviously that one is for lesser mortals, not Marines made of adamantium and aggression."Shank overhears this on the comms and replies "Maxim #37: There is no overkill. There is only open fire and I need to reload."
"Oh! Sweet fuck, Nooooo. Not an existential crisis!""Shouldn't Oh sweet fuck, NOOooo... be in there somewhere?" asks Sharpe. "Obviously that one is for lesser mortals, not Marines made of adamantium and aggression."
"Kid, we've got phased plasma pulse rifles, we got ... Never mind.""My interest is mainly professional, Shanky," Sharpe continues. "Lets say that some Imperial Citizen ends up wearing their glistening guts as a kilt, and with their dying breathe looks to me and asks what does one say in a situation like this? I, as a loyal servant of the Empire, would like to able to give them an answer out of the book. People seem strangely uncomfortable when I ad lib," Sharpe finishes.
"I'd say we aim to please, but it's better to aim for the centre of mass.""Pithy as always Shank, you're a fucking inspiration" says Sharpe.
Griff finds little on the current floor aside from the contents of the fridge though it is a decent bit of grub.Griff proceeds to search the location for any supplies, explosives in particular. He also looks over any systems/equipment that control the bunker to see if there's a playback in events of what occurred here.
OOC: There's a staircase leading down past the desks at the backOOC: Is there nothing else here for us?
Shank opens the comms and says "Looks like our exploding friend is still alive."Through the tank's sensors Shank notices the dust settle in the clearing ahead where he shot the little creature.
As it does he notices the little beast attempting to stand. It's skin having turned from red to blue. It seems to be having a very hard time getting up though and is more simply rolling on its back
"CONTACT!" shouts Sharpe. He'll step to the side of the tunnel and unleash a bolt of fire at the Necro Hunter.
"Shite, bad timin' sarge!" Griff yells as he moves into the corridor to start laying down fire on this critter. "We've got a wee problem of our own!"
For a moment Potter feels a stinging sensation on his chest. Then the Necro Hunter is clipped on the shoulder by Sharpe's bolt of bullets throwing off its sight directed at Potter."FUCK!" Ling exclaims, as she fires a wide a spray of ammo in the general vicinity of the necro-hunter - her thinking being that if there's a thick enough field of fire aimed at the xeno, even if it mucks with time wherever it chrono-shifts itself to will still hopefully catch a bullet or three.
In the quiet after the attack Potter can sense an active data stream from the cable attached to the man further down the corridor. It's two-way suggesting the man is alive.The threat seeming to have been neutralized Potter readies his weapon and scans the area, 'What the hell went down here?'
That's the question, isn't it? Griff had put to words the question that Ling had been trying, and failing, to ask herself. Am I the real Ling Zhao, or did she die barely a minute ago, and the person now trying to determine what happened just some weird, temporal glitch in the universe?"Ling, please fer the love of all that might be holy tell me that yer head there ain't yours and yer not some doppelfucker?
"I don't know," she answers slowly, "but it was a deliberate decision to bring these horrors here, and if I ever find the corporate fucker who signed off on that, the only question will be if I kill them quickly or slowly."What kinda freakshow hunting zoo is this place?"
The head gives off some pretty weird readings on Ling's equipment. Ling isn't a mech-head herself, but from what she can grasp from the technical jargon coming up on her scanner "some sort of chronal energy" fits the bill.Finally, somewhat mechanically, she goes over to the head, to try to get some readings off of it - perhaps tachyons or some sort of chronal energy - that might hopefully prove useful in planning sort sort of defense against the fucking nightmares.
OOC: According to the files their home world is closely guarded corporate secret as the owner's of the park bought its location at a high price from scouts. Park xenopsychologists estimate human level intelligence or close to at least. The basic files Potter found go into no more detail about how this intelligence was assessed and the relevant file is marked as requiring higher clearance.OOC: from what is known of the necro-hunters, are they of animal intelligence, or have they ever shown in technological ability? Also, besides their homeworld (if known) and this planet, has their presence been confirmed on any other worlds?
The man on closer inspection is mouthing something with his eyes closed. Closer up Potter can also sense huge data transfers going in both directions from the man to the mainframe systems.Potter gets close to the dead hunter and Ling's head. 'What the fuck?' I mutter.
Then I turn to the figure down the corridor, 'He's alive,' I tell the others and approach with caution.
"Oh shit," Ling mutters softly. Then somewhat louder, she says to the others, motioning toward the head as she does so. "It... she... is still alive. I could try to keep it from brain death, to see if... she can shed any light on what just happened, if I start pretty much now. But even if I can keep her alive in the long term, it wouldn't be any sort of mercy. I don't think she... I would want that."
Séadna"Marvelous!" says Sharpe. "Perhaps I can find you something like large jar to keep it in." He looks around like one might happen to be lying about. Then, after a moment, "Well, perhaps if one turns up." he says, hesitantly. ... "I'll just set up a perimeter shall I?"
Linn turns to Shank and takes the head tank off her back.Séadna
Shank overhears this on the comms and asks the woman "Is there room in your stasis box?"
Fenris-77, Smith, Voros, Tulpa Girl -Linn turns to Shank and takes the head tank off her back.
"Just give me a second to look here..." she says typing some basic queries into the tanks mounted mini-console "...yeah I think so. Doesn't really have any power consequences either so the tank will last just as long..."
She gazes at the Walker's monitors.
"...no way I'm going out there on my own though pal"