Post by peccavi on Jun 3, 2011 19:00:05 GMT -5
Day 6
Langly dived for cover. The suppressive fire ate away at the bollard, threatening to chew into his head if he dared stand up.
He cradled his experimental cannon, wondering if the time had come to fire it and risk it breaking.
But the choice was made for him. An unseen force snatched the weapon from his hand and held him aloft, flinging him into oncoming fire...
--- --- ---
Monkifiet, as well as being cursed with a colonial name that heartworlders found hilarious, was narcoleptic. He was currently fast asleep and oblivious to the fact his superiors wanted to fire him.
Mercifully, he was still snoring when the first gunshot zinged through the window and infinitely increased his slumber. And then another gunshot. And then a psionic attack. And then...
When half the planet had stopped killing him, a large robot smashed down his bedroom wall and repeatedly stomped on his remains. Just to make sure.
--- --- ---
"I know you have to kill me," Ringo said dully, "but you can at least tell me why."
"You mean you don't know?"
"He really doesn't, does he?"
"We need to stop you idiots destroying the Guild before they can get their Project under control."
"And we don't mean those poser Experiments."
"Hah, no. We're talking about a Gate."
"A Gate that's going to let Primaphorior back into the world."
"And, again, we mean the real Prime. Not that dumbass Heph Villon that follows the Renegade around."
"You're still bitter about the whole blowing you up thing? Get over it, you got better."
"It was cheating, that's all I'm saying."
"Anyway. The reason we're helping the Guild pick you people off is because they need time to fix the mess they started. And when you geniuses rush in and start blowing up their scientists..."
"Yes, your timing really is poor."
"But incidentally, thanks for pissing the robot off."
"They're such fun to watch, aren't they? You've got to love those homicidal metal bastards."
Night 5 Casualties
Zellpher, a Reader Telepath, telekinetically beaten then shot by a high-tech weapon
Sticks, part of Alpha Team, mobbed
Langly, the Gunner, gunned down... and that's not ironic, that's just mean
Neli, a Doctor, victim of multiple attacks
The Anonymous, a Telekinetic, killed by an incredibly potent psionic attack
Monkeyfeet, part of the Exigent Organisation, killed by damn near everyone
Ringo, the Medic Arcadian, [CLASSIFIED]
Langly dived for cover. The suppressive fire ate away at the bollard, threatening to chew into his head if he dared stand up.
He cradled his experimental cannon, wondering if the time had come to fire it and risk it breaking.
But the choice was made for him. An unseen force snatched the weapon from his hand and held him aloft, flinging him into oncoming fire...
--- --- ---
Monkifiet, as well as being cursed with a colonial name that heartworlders found hilarious, was narcoleptic. He was currently fast asleep and oblivious to the fact his superiors wanted to fire him.
Mercifully, he was still snoring when the first gunshot zinged through the window and infinitely increased his slumber. And then another gunshot. And then a psionic attack. And then...
When half the planet had stopped killing him, a large robot smashed down his bedroom wall and repeatedly stomped on his remains. Just to make sure.
--- --- ---
"I know you have to kill me," Ringo said dully, "but you can at least tell me why."
"You mean you don't know?"
"He really doesn't, does he?"
"We need to stop you idiots destroying the Guild before they can get their Project under control."
"And we don't mean those poser Experiments."
"Hah, no. We're talking about a Gate."
"A Gate that's going to let Primaphorior back into the world."
"And, again, we mean the real Prime. Not that dumbass Heph Villon that follows the Renegade around."
"You're still bitter about the whole blowing you up thing? Get over it, you got better."
"It was cheating, that's all I'm saying."
"Anyway. The reason we're helping the Guild pick you people off is because they need time to fix the mess they started. And when you geniuses rush in and start blowing up their scientists..."
"Yes, your timing really is poor."
"But incidentally, thanks for pissing the robot off."
"They're such fun to watch, aren't they? You've got to love those homicidal metal bastards."
Night 5 Casualties
Zellpher, a Reader Telepath, telekinetically beaten then shot by a high-tech weapon
Sticks, part of Alpha Team, mobbed
Langly, the Gunner, gunned down... and that's not ironic, that's just mean
Neli, a Doctor, victim of multiple attacks
The Anonymous, a Telekinetic, killed by an incredibly potent psionic attack
Monkeyfeet, part of the Exigent Organisation, killed by damn near everyone
Ringo, the Medic Arcadian, [CLASSIFIED]