IC: Extassis, Les Etrangers Beaux Options

[Buddha72]

Hirito

As you step from the van, you feel the tension wash over your back of eyes following your every move. You look behind you and feel rather than see the movement from the burnt out mini-mall. As you open your spirit to the world layered beneath, you are immediately struck by the anger and hunger that lingers everywhere. You pull deep within yourself and push past the raw human emotion that stains the area, you quickly catch a fleeting sense of a predator.

Barrens

You are struck by the sudden silence as you exit the vehicle. As if some great beast was holding its breath, waiting for something or someone.

[Tashio]

Hiroto quickly harnessed his blades across his back and placed his helmet on his head, looking around he surveyed the area, taking in everything.

"Something prowls these walls, more than the usual predator I suspect."

[Nikoli]

Over comms, I will watch for agression from our here. The dugs following us like to hit the vehicle first and I'd prefer to have the chance to dissuade them. However, I can send in a throne with you, a small spider to allow me to have a pressence inside.

The small spider drone crawls forward, as if to say "Carry me."

[Fenris]

Stooping down, he scoops the spider up and sets it on his shoulder, giving a nod of assent to Murrey's plan to the drone as he picks it up.

Probably better to keep moving in the local area then. We'll holler if we need a fast pick up.

[Nikoli]

Understood.

[Buddha72]

Barrens

There is a sudden contraction around you, as the breath being held is forcefully expelled. The rage filled screams of those ground into the ground by life erupts from across the street as a wave of bodies pours out, all carrying weapons of some sort. You see a collection of small handguns, larger semi-automatics and pipes.

Murrey

A larger reading blossoms onto your awareness. You quickly make a troll with some sort of large metallic object. The computers work to identify it, it seems to be too large for a rifle or machine gun.

[Buddha72]

Barrens

The screams of rage seem to echo hollow on the burnt out buildings around the area. Two groups of people surge forward, eating up the distance from the van in moments. The dim lights catch and reflect off of glass and steel as they advance towards the group. The wave of bodies is five meters from the van.

The people moving from the back fan out and cover less distance as they take cover from debris and begin readying guns and rifles. They stop about 10-15 meters from the group. The dead reflections of thier eyes seem to flash back at the group, drained of anything human.

Behind it all a large frame stands in the shadowed archway of the broken wall the mob poured out of. Something large and metallis gleams in the figure's hands but the detail is hard to make at the 30 meters or so distance from the van.

[Buddha72]

Barrens

The cries of rage and fury are quickly interrupted by the stutter of burst fire. Hiroto brings both guns up and without much apparent effort selects for different targets from the huddle of figure lugging larger firearms. With precision three of their number twist and turn as they hit the ground. The last target able to make some soft cover is the only reason she hasn't joined her companions. One arm goes slack and hangs useless at her side.

Almost as a counterpoint to the gunfire, Bakatare's voice rises above the din. Clear crisp words flow from his mouth, it sounds like latin and the air around his body begins to shimmer and twist. The charge leaps from his body and arcs to the troll in the doorway, at its release a faint cry of some otherwordly beast. The figure in the doorway seems to fight the lethargy that overtakes it but finally slumps to the ground, a loud clatter as whatever it was carrying hits the pavement.

[Cedric Rolfsson]

Barres

The burst of gunfire and spell chants ringing in his ears convinced Aaron that the targets at range were engaged so he left his SMG where it was and glided in between Bakatare and the closest group of assailants.

[Buddha72]

Barrens

As Aaron moves with effortless speed and balance, he stops a good distance from the crowd armed with whatever heavy and blunt object they could find. You watch as he seems to grow still, focusing inward and then suddenly outward. He appears to go through a kata of some sort designed to lay his opponent out. A comical look of surprise shows on a squatter's face as he feels the blow contact with his body despite the meters distance between him and Aaron.

[Nikoli]

Over Drone network:Emergency Deployment, Lynx Beta: Go! Stun, highlighted target group.
Over Radio: Loing goud!
The drones ionthe back spring to action, executing a pre-programmed ballet of motion in the cramped space, one drone opens a door, one of the lynx' drives out, rattling onto the concrete and whipping it's turret around as it moves as another drone slams the door closed.
For the van, three LMG's roll out from their concealed ports as one begins spitting fire as it slides into place, the bullets whizzing angrily towards the troll at the far end of the fray.
I'm sorry friend, you're pig and backing a threat to me and mine. I hope you find your way to the happy grunting hounds after this.

[Buddha72]

Barrens

The troll's body dances and jerks like a puppet with tangled strings. The concealed gun ports all tracking the body's erratic movement across the pavement. The heavy gunfire almost conceals the high pitch whine of a grenade sailing through the air. It lands in the center of a group releasing a heavy concussive thud. The sound of grunts and bodies hitting the broken pavement follows.

One small knot of desperate squatters seem to turn as one creature and a hail of gunfire arcs it's way towards Bakatare. The sound of missed shots ring out around the runners. Some ricochetting off the broken bits of concrete, others off the armored skin of the van.

[Buddha72]

Barrens

Bakatare twists and turns, struggling to provide as small as a target as possible to the incoming hail of bullets. Despite his best efforts several shots connect and red blossoms sprout from his chest. He staggers slightly and ends up leaning heavily against the van, his breath ragged and labored.

The small pack of squatters armed with bats, chains and other debris seem to take heart from the injury inflicted to one of the runners. They sruge forward like a wave and engulf Aaron.

[Buddha72]

Barrens

Aaron is soon lost on the sprawl of bodies, the dull heavy thud of a body being struck several times comes from the center of the mob. They swarm like a rabid pack of dogs hoping to bear him to the ground by their sheer numbers and mass alone.

Seeing the relative success of the first group, another mob rushes forward brandishing weapons and rolling over Hiroto like a wave. The air is filled with the whistles of blades and glass being swung through the air.

[Buddha72]

Barrens

The crowd that seemed to contract around Hiroto just as quickly expands as the sound of a gun being opened up explodes into the night. At least two of his attackers are laid out from the gunfire, their bodies twisting in the air before coming to rest on the ground, blood spreading from their open wounds.

[Fenris]

Bakatare leaned against the van, feeling the warm liquid of his life drip through his fingers onto the pavement. Usually they weren't quite so quick to turn on him. Apparently the curse from the metaplanes was in full effect. He'd have to compensate for that in the future.

Feeling the comfortable weight of Sifrexehethenes coiled around his arm, he leaned on his familiar's strength, borrowing it briefly as he coiled the drifts of energy from the world around him between his palms, chanting quickly in Latin as he focused, blocking out the pain and the distractions, ignoring everything except the two groups and his companions.

With a final curt word he spread his fingers as the invisible ball of force sped from his hand, arcing up and hanging for a long moment in the sky as it dropped in the center of the space between the two groups. He felt his magic buffer against his own shields around his ally, quickly feeding threads to shore them against the onslaught, and watched the magic ripple through the groups.

[Buddha72]

Barrens

The pulse of released mana slams into the small mob gathered. The sound of multiple bodies falling senseless to the ground echoes out from around the van. The magic seems to twist and avoid the two members of the team caught in its wake.

[Buddha72]

Barrens

Once again Aaron turns and appears to complete a kata where he stands. A yell of pain and surprise comes from the lead member of the last remaining mob as he is suddenly droppped from an invisible blow to his midsection.

[Nikoli]

Murrey send over his network: Lynx, take out that last cluster as he begins to scan for any other hostile forces.

[Buddha72]

Barrens

The drone swivels neaty and launches another grenade into the air where it detonates over the small group of gunmen. Some try to run to somehow get clear of the explosive but are caught in the edges of the blast. The final sound is the grunts and groans of the group followed by the thuds of bodies hitting the ground senseless. The quiet seems to rush in from all around as the battle ends.

[Tashio]

Hiroto surveyed the battlefield, watching for any additional forces. He winced internally at the two blows that had connected hard enough, they would leave some bruising but nothing serious.

He poped the two clips out and reloaded with two full ones, dropping the half spent clips into his bag in the van. Leaving the knocked out gangers on the ground he scouted the area a short distance.

[Nikoli]

Deploying the MK-6 with a med kit, Murrey begins triaging the gangers and first aid on the dying, and using thier own chains, belts and shoelaces to secure the soon to be walking wounded.
Over the comm, I've got my eyes out, go make care of the business before tore get used to attack us.

[Fenris]

Clenching his hand to his side to stop the flow of blood, he glances around at the bodies, giving the scene time to burn itself into his mind. Some would never rise again, some would...some would be killed by others before they regained consciousness. He never hesitated to defend his life or the lives of his companions, but the consequences of his actions could never be avoided, nevermind the reasons.

He triggered the commlink and sent the subvocal check out to the rest of the team.

"Sound off if you've got got anything worse then bruises. Then meet up in front of the rink."

[Nikoli]

Over comm, "See the rolling drone? Get that looked at before you thread evidence every where. I don't mind earning some good karma, but you've just been bumped up se triage list."

[Fenris]

Bakatare nods, walking stiffly over to the drone.