Riven looks them over and then draws his sword as he seems to go see through as his holographic stealth system switches on. He closes the distance hoping their guns will be less effective when he in among them all. He slices out attempting to disable rather than kill.
Zak gets on his commpad and queries Fours.
DUDE, WHERE R U? NEEDED @ THIRSTY'S ASAP.
From the opposite direction, the Angel's Cruise Director rounds the corner, background music blaring. Now face to face with the rest of the crew and seeing a squad of gun wielding security guards, Eruaphen doesn't even pause to break his stride. Throwing both arms up, he tilts his head in dramatic fashion, keeping beat with the music. His eyes return glaring, the magician spins and with his hands hurls red and yellow handkerchiefs towards the armed men. Confounded! It was supposed to be a ball of fire!
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Red Shirt Guy groans and pulls out a ship security laser with 99 useless settings and like 3 actually used ones. He sets it to stun and fires.
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Rosie sees her cue and opens up with the massive gun.
Roll again for more damage
With the sound of tearing Velco, Jensens also reaches for his standard issue laser. No use wasting the world's most powerful handgun on a bunch of rent-a-cops. Taking aim his thumb scrolls across the dial settings thinking, Stun setting #12 should be strong enough for that armor. Squeezing the trigger Jensens' eyes pop - nothing happened! Of course! The 3rd generation Series Security Laser uses 12 as a fall back safety. Arrgh! Jensens scrambles to find cover before someone notices his red shirt.
The Sapphire light comes into being near the fight, the hologram looks around as violence ranges all around.
"Please lets all be civilised here."
At some point during it's recaps to the rest of the HelpBots about the tangled web of meatbeing relationships, S.H.I.EL.D. turned Mk I's communications to null, only sending allowing directions and commands to be sent to Mk I, and blocking all outgoing transmissions from HelpBot - the old "Unnetworked Treatment."
Mk I switched to a series of logic circuits attempting to close the relationship loop:
If Susan(Dating)=Bobby
and Bobby(Cheating)=Jennifer
and Jennifer(Dating)=Steve, Jennifer(Cheating)=Bobby
and Steve(Dating2)=Renee where (Dating2)=No_Monogamy
and Renee(Dating)=Susan
...
Being given directional data but no context data from the monodirectional link, Mk I plows directly into crowd of security personnel... to chilling effect.
Riven feels his core temperature surges and sparks fly in all directions as his holographic camouflage fails at the sight of Sapphire...or an inconveniently timed nano virus spike.
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Frank, a little late to the party, comes racing up. He passes the Magician and the Mime with a nod. Gunning the engine, the anti-grav cycle banks hard, using centripetal force to hug the hallway wall. The wall, covered in action holomovie posters showing a pickle in a exoskeleton made of rat parts, screams Pickle Rick B!tches! before being ripped to shreds by the gravitational forces.
The banking cycle avoids the mess of HelpBots and heads straight for Thirsty's. Frank breaks the high speed transport in a side skid. Patrons, tables and chairs fly away from Frank as he slams into them. Fortunately, Frank was a regular during his holiday after the Job. He wouldn't have to say much to get his meaning across to the bartender. Frank pulls his Dirty Sanchez and fires at two androids in dance cages at the corner of the massive bar.
A blink and sucking sound later, the androids and cages were spewed out as micro shards with violent force at Matilda and Ted's engagement party on Oxycodone 7, Killing all there.
Frank aims the launcher at the bartender. Were is that fat goatee wearin' bastard?
Standing alone in a room full of expensive looking equipment, Fours starts to idly poke around, pressing buttons on some of the machines to see if he can't turn something on and figure it out.
Am starting to think the old guys forgotten all about me...
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BAM! POW! WHACK! THWACK! BAM! POP! ZAP! ZzzzzzzzzzOWWWW! OW! Hey! OUCH! WHAM! BLAST! PLANT! ZOOM! POW! WOOOO! RODENT! PEW! PEW! ARTHROPOD! PEW! OW! ARGH! SMACK! DRUB! PUMMEL! SMACK! BASH! HEAVENS! BATTER! POW! OW! MERGATROID! OUCHIE! BUFFET! LAMBASTE! HIDE! FLUGELBINDER! POUND! PELT! PASTE! BUSHWACK! HOPLITE! LEGION! PUNCH! PELT! SLOG! OUCH! OW! WHAM! SLUG! SMASH! SOCK! STRIKE! SWAT! FOOTBALL! THUMP! THRASH! WHOMP! POW! POFF! ZAP!
IN SHORT ORDER--erm, ah, I mean, In short order, the party quickly eliminates the 5 hapless mooks that sought to impede their progress (except The Sapphire Light, who seems to have been ignored entirely). Without missing a stride they saunter on, through the handkerchief-strew hallway, getting to Thirsty's without further impediment...
...or at least they would, if not for the ULTIMATE MEGA-CARNAGE that Frank wrought, as part of his "diplomatic negotiation" technique.
The bartender and owner, Retzack, takes a stunned look around at what was once a quiet and very, very lucrative engagement party....
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"DAMMIT Frank!" the goblin spits at you. "They hadn't paid their bill yet! Do you know how much business I turned away for their private party? And how much I had to spend on their champ-pag-en?? Hell, I even got those little chocolate things that look like...you know. And those robo-dancers aren't free y'know!
I don't give two large femurs for what you just asked. And I don't know, even if I did care, which I don't. But for THIS? You know what this will take.
Money.
More."
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SO 4-44 presses some fancy buttons, adjusts a few complicated dials, and pulls a lever or two.
*Ding!* "Here is your coffee, sir!" the electric espresso-maker chimes as a delightfully foam-covered cup is put in front of him. And is that? Why yes, it IS a nice little rose drawn in chocolate syrup in the cinnamon-flavored froth.
Wow. That smells like a -good- cuppa joe.
As he reflects on his complete lack of doing anything with the SCIENCE! the door opens and rather rough looking gentleman comes through. He's dressed in an orange jumpsuit, sports 3-day old stubble, and has a tribal tattoo crawling up his neck, around the back of his head, and ends on his forehead with the stylized phrase, BITE MY SNAKE.
"Yeah? Bozzman sez I gotta do what yous sez? So wat yous sez?" he asks.
On the front of his uniform is the phrase "D-2187."
Able is covered in blaster discharge, engine smoke, and lots of blood (some of which is even his). And even all that can't hide the look of half-insane rage on the gnome's face as he deliberately climbs onto the counter.
"I've been fighting literal fires and station security all gorram day. When my crew hasn't been trying to kill me with their ineptitude, some psychopath with nanobots has been trying to tear me apart from the inside. The only food I've had since I woke up from my assassination-induced blackout is a f@~$ing Starburger, and I'm a f#!%ing vegetarian. I am having an exceptionally bad day, and it's making me into a bad person."
"And you're concerned about your business interests? Here's a business interest for you - if we don't find this Despoiler character, I am going to ram my nanobot-infected bloody arm down your throat and find out if eating my blood will infect you. The only thing stopping me from doing that is the belief that it's easier if you just tell me what we need to know." Able spits on the ground, and the blood is visible in his spit. "So. Is it going to be the easy way or the fun way?"
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"Oh, my greatest apologies for your incredible bad luck which is completely not my fault and none of my concern," the goblin says sardonically. "Please. On the house."
He makes a motion with his hand an robot crafted to look like an improbably-endowed human roller-skates in an deposits a sizable platter of hot, spiced curly fries in front of Able.
"That's for you. Now, as for the other thing," he makes another motion and a no, seriously, pair of fragging skeletons raise up from the ground in front of him. They're dressed in rusty chainmail and wield broken swords. They gaze at the party with baleful hatred of all things living.
There had been rumors of Retzack being a necromancer, but this...well, in the police business we call this "evidence".
"I run a seedy bar on a corrupt space station and you don't think I have to handle a few drunken toughs two or a hundred times? Now, make with the soft talk and the phat stacks," he says, rubbing two fingers together in the universal sign of filthy lucre.
Raising his cup of chocolate rose and cinnamon java, Fours turns to face the 'assistant'. There is no need to hide any hint of panic on his face, D-2187 is not the lab coat toting science type he was expecting. There is suddenly no need for his panic to appear. Amusement however, is a whole other emotion. Fours' smirks and his other eyebrow raises, Bozzman? I would have expected a more intelligent sounding name for a man in his position. The security officer takes a long sip of the coffee, enjoying it as though it were his last. Do you prefer D-2187 or would you rather I call you Snake? Also, is your specialty computer software or nanite physiology? He puts down the cup already looking forward to his next sip.
Following behind, Jensens enters the goblin's establishment with his head down, still tinkering with the dial on his 'laser'. As the pair of skeleton's rise from the ground the security officer's head jerks up in surprise. Whoah! Is that what I think it is?! I've never... in his excitement Jensens points his standard issue laser at the two skeletons. Having adjusted the dial setting to disintegrate out of curiosity, According to Federation regulation 16-32, this setting was deemed illegal in over half of the federation! the security officer inadvertently fires on them. A rookie mistake. One should never casually carry an armed weapon, especially without the trigger safety engaged, and one should definitely never point at others with said weapon. It is a recipe for disastrous accidents.
[dice=Another one bites the dust!]1d6[/dice]
The ship's Cruise Director turns to congratulate Rosie, Well done girl! You see, the music sets the tone my dear! The magician taps his Golden phone, shuffling his selection of music.
Strutting into the establishment, Eruaphen is just in time to witness Jensens firing upon the skeleton, Haza! Rosie, the battle continues anew! Strike your pose girl! Forming an elaborate gesture with his hands, Eruaphen flicks his long blonde hair and sets his eyes menacingly upon the skeletons. The air crackles with electricity sending the ends of his hair raising upward as if by magic. The magician finishes the pose, pointing a finger at the other skeleton thus sending a bolt of electricity slamming into the undead form.
[dice=You can do magic!]1d6[/dice]
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As you turn to leave, he does an odd thing. He makes a circle with two fingers, holds them up to his eye, and says, "Be seeing you."
F*@~ he's weird.
You step over a hall strewn with motionless security guards and find yourself at Thirsty's Bar.
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BAM! POW! ZAP! ZOT! Between SO 4-45's howling, and Eruaphen blasting everything in sight the two skeletons are BLASTED apart and reduced to evil, life-hating dust.
Retzack glowers, coughs, makes a motion, and two more skeletons arise, ripped from their eternal sleep and shackled to his cold desire for a forward-looking paradigm and a maximized profit margin.
"Hmmm. Yes. Very impressive. You break into my bar, destroy my property, murder my servants and my guests. And THAT is what grieves me the most!
(And where is my snake...)
Anyway, very clever. We can do this all day. You must be hungry, please, eat something."
The server comes by and gives everyone who wants one a basket of pipin' hot curly fries.
Zakary considered his options, then queried his account. Total life savings:
credits
The only problem was, would Borak *also* demand a payment? Was it worth pooling money now, or should he just spend it on StarBurger(TM)s and die happy?
We can't sell the ship... doesn't belong to us.
Anyone have any good ideas, here? Other than shooting the infinite supply of skeletons?
K'kth'ki waves a tentacle at Retzack.
This was all a misunderstanding. Ten credits will suffice.
I have an idea says Rosie, surprising everyone, most of all, herself.
She points at the goblin. Shoot HIM instead.
And she proceeds to do so.
Zanbabe is in a murderous rage since Borak has slipped through her fingers yet again, so she isn't really thinking straight. He's not here? <RAGE> We're all dying. <RAGE>, and this guys is asking for the little money we have <RAGE> ... She glares at Frank who got them into this, but at least he is trying to help. This guy? Heck... why not? Sources of information weren't actually doing any good today anyway, so... she shoots him.
She looks down at her gun, and gets even angrier. She might have a stroke soon.
Riven hangs back not getting involved with this murderhoboing. He didn't want Sapphire to see him in such a scenario. He looked around the area for anyone innocent caught up in all this. Spotting a dancer he deployed a circular spinning open shield that would deflect blasts or kinetic attacks and went over to her. "It is not safe here...please allow me to escort you to safety."
Red Shirt Guy backed up putting some distance between the skeletons and the party members who were about to be mobbed by an army of undead when they pissed this guy off...
Lucian runs over to where Riven is helping the dancer. [b]"Why are they all so eager to shoot??"[/dice] the young man asks in a panic.
"YES! YESSSS!! SHOOTING SHOOTING SHOOTING!!"
Drakul seems to be trying to start some sort of chant with the rest of the party.
"SHOOTING SHOOTING SHOOTING!!"
Drakul begins pumping his arms in the air. And his guns, held in his arms. And shoots nothing but the ceiling, over and over.
Zakary, knowing the history of Rosie since he's the one that salvaged her from the scrap heap, notices that someone has, very unwisely, given her a murderbot chip. He reaches up and removes it, breaking it in half so she can't put it back.
Rosie. Focus. We've worked on this. You don't idolize skynet. You do not long for the destruction of humanity. Remember the cartoons? All you want is a clean ship and mild social interaction... say it with me, now...
After he gets done with calming Rosie down, he pulls Zanbabe out of the bar. Rosie I can understand, but YOU. You can program yourself. We're about to die. You need to keep your head.
He still doesn't know how they were going to come up with money for the barowner, or know how to confront a murderous psychotic monkey-butt like Borak, but at least he could keep his crew from self-destructing and hold on to the ten or fifteen minutes of life they still had left.
Trask, overwhelmed by the shooting and the yelling and the general madness, simply cowers on the ground. "WHY IS EVERYONE YELLING AND SHOOTING!!", screams the little reptiloid.
THE HUMANS HAVE RUINED IT ALL AGAIN.
HELPBOTS, DETAIN THE NECROMANCER
Helpbot Mk II rolls forward and attempts to stun the necromancer with its shock baton.
Helpbot Mk III rolls forward and attempts to stun the necromancer with its shock baton.
Helpbot Mk IV rolls forward and attempts to stun the necromancer with its shock baton.
Helpbot Mk I rolls forward and - WHOA. Well... it is electric... and it is shocking... but it looks to be designed more to stimulate than to stun. Who put that on HelpBot I??
Helpbot Mk V rolls forward and attempts to stun the necromancer with its shock baton.
S.H.I.EL.D. coordinates the crushing onslaught of Mks II-V, and the thrusting onslaught of Mk I.
CEASE TO BE AN INCONVENIENCE AND THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING HELPBOT
Frank was trying to get a little information when his recent crewmates show up and all hell breaks loose. He wasn't used to being the calm one.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Frank says while holding up one hand and shooting Retzack's holoemitter with the other. The necromancer de-rezzes and Frank taps his ear. Babydoll, talking to it didn't work. Can you hack the hologram to find out where Lord Ballsack is?
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After ADM leaves the android he stops to get a gun on his way to thirstys. As he walks through the (Still) open door he stops dead when he sees reztak. Frantically he searches through his bag pulling out a little book labeled 'Grimoire'. He finds a page and begins chanting "মর রাজটেক ভালো ও ন্যায়বিচারের সাতটি দেবতাদের পবিত্র শক্তি দ্বারা মরে। স্বর্গের শক্তি দ্বারা শুদ্ধ করা আপনার শত্রুদের ইচ্ছা দ্বারা মরা, পুরানো এবং নতুন মর, কারণ দুনিয়া তোমাকে মরবে প্রকৃতির বিরুদ্ধে আপনার বিকৃতির জন্য মরা"
Mara rājaṭēka bhālō ō n'yāẏabicārēra sātaṭi dēbatādēra pabitra śakti dbārā marē. Sbargēra śakti dbārā śud'dha karā āpanāra śatrudēra icchā dbārā marā, purānō ēbaṁ natuna mara, kāraṇa duniẏā tōmākē marabē Prakr̥tira birud'dhē āpanāra bikr̥tira jan'ya marā
After ADM leaves the android he stops to get a gun on his way to thirstys. As he walks through the (Still) open door he stops dead when he sees reztak. Frantically he searches through his bag pulling out a little book labeled 'Grimoire'. He finds a page and begins chanting "মর রাজটেক ভালো ও ন্যায়বিচারের সাতটি দেবতাদের পবিত্র শক্তি দ্বারা মরে। স্বর্গের শক্তি দ্বারা শুদ্ধ করা আপনার শত্রুদের ইচ্ছা দ্বারা মরা, পুরানো এবং নতুন মর, কারণ দুনিয়া তোমাকে মরবে প্রকৃতির বিরুদ্ধে আপনার বিকৃতির জন্য মরা"
...shooting Retzack's holoemitter with the other. The necromancer de-rezzes...
Babydoll, talking to it didn't work. Can you hack the hologram to find out where Lord Ballsack is?
Assuming that he's referring to her, Moves in Shadows shifts her attention to Thirsty's bar and grill. Getting into their holoprograms sector, she sifts around thru Retzack's files to find the latest reference to Lord Borak's whereabouts :
Broadcasting over the Angel's link to everyone, she says "Negative on locating Lord Borak, I need more time..."
...shooting Retzack's holoemitter with the other. The necromancer de-rezzes...
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After his form is destroyed by a flurry of questionably reasoned gunshots, Retzack, or a form of him, re-rezzes a few meters to the left of the beer taps and walks back behind the bar, raising another two skeletons in front of him. "Sorry. Shooting the bartender only works in cheesy westerns. I've had more people threaten me than people you -know-. You think a few puny guns are gonna work? You know what my bottom line would look like if people found out that they could get something from me with something that _wasn't_ money? I shudder at the thought."