Big Bad Wolf Limited: Hire Us or Die Hard - Page 6

Astral Harmony · 09-30-2007, 09:41 AM

"My guess is our best plan is to see what the room is like where XRAM-3 is standing his ground. I've done a little urban warfare, and room layout has always been the big thing for me, tactically."

Viktorya looked around. "Heh, that's pretty convenient. Check this shit out."
She walked up to a wall where a map was framed on the wall. One of the rooms had the word "XRAM-3" on it...if that was a word, anyways. "X marks the spot. XRAM-3, that is...yeah, I know that absolutely sucked. Let's just go."

Demetrius · 09-30-2007, 02:48 PM

As the rest of the team began to make their way about, Lee hung back, "Hey guys, I'm gonna hit the head real quick!"

Lee wasn't actually going to the bathroom, this whole job smelled like a setup to him. The amount of zeros attached to it and only two of the robots going off the reservation didn't add up. Lee decided to locate the remaining bots and make sure they remained inactive.

Trienam · 10-01-2007, 06:30 PM

�Cool� Kay remarked climbing onto one leg of the tin horse. From the razor steps on the back she hopped over a small railing and landed square on her back. She released an ach of pain, bringing her arm to her back. She sat up quickly to see a most usual site. A little black bug with electric probes was steering the platform she was on. The one thing she ever truly hated was nasty bugs. She screamed �Ah bug kill it! kill it!�

She unconsciously pulled her Shipka out and very consciously squeezed off a few rounds. The bug dodged with spectrally good timing and seemed to taunt Kay. Frustrated and angry, Kay preceded to try and stump and bash with her butt of her gun. She missed many times; it was like some sick game of whack a mole. At some point the bug grabbed gun with its hind legs and pointed it back at her. �Ah guys, the bug is holding me.� The makeshift mole made Kay ride in the back the rest of the trip.

She wasn�t happy, but she still had her rifle if need be. �Stupid robot� All this tech super machines made Kay sick. She didn�t want to learn how all this crap work; she just wanted to beat it until it did work. X cam teeny tiny multiple legged probes; as far she was concerned it was all way too flashy and showy to have any practical application. It didn�t help her temper to know she had been beat by a freaking robot bug thingy!

Krylo · 10-01-2007, 11:35 PM

Nicholas was apathetic toward this mission. There was no one to kill. No blood to harvest. Granted, the pay was good, but the money was only abstractly interesting to him. He, after all, had very few bills to pay, and wasn't particularly worried about starving or... whatever, nor were his vices very expensive. Women, blood, and violence. The first two were both rather free and tended to come together if you knew where to look, while the latter was the definition of his job.

As he walked he pondered whether he would even bother 'working' on this mission. Despite the fact that he loved violence--the visceral feeling of tearing a man or creature limb from limb, the hot blood splashing on his body... despite all that, he found battle with electronics boring. They were merely toys and destroying them was as unsatisfying as tearing apart a barbie or a cabbage patch doll.

With a bit of a sigh he glanced around, his eyes following on Viktorya, the pretty little puppy, and then Tanya, 'his' kitten, and finally Kay... and he decided that he hadn't tasted enough of their blood yet... or any other parts of them.

At the though a slight lewd grin spread across his face... and, of course, he couldn't allow any of them to die until he had tasted their flesh. However, he still did not plan on contributing any more to this battle than necessary. He would protect his potential meals... but he would do no more than necessary for that.

At least that was his plan. He did have a way of getting carried away from time to time.

Astral Harmony · 10-02-2007, 06:32 AM

"Our friend should be just in here," Viktorya said more to calm down her nerves than anyone else. She hated this feeling, and was always glad when the action started because it made her butterflies go away, forced out by the adrenaline rush that she loved so much. If she didn't have the mental map to go by, she could just follow the carnage to its source. There were scattered papers, factured walls, shell casings, and corpses to boot. Some from guards, some not. Taking a deep breath, Viktorya opened the door slowly and-

"Fuckin' A!!" Viktorya blurted, and dove out of the way as .50 cal rounds violated the air she was standing in a split second ago. That didn't do her heart very good, and it only got worse when she heard "Fire in the hole" in boring monotone. "ohshitohshitohshitohshit-" she chanted rapidly, searching and finding a door nearby and crashing into it as the XRAM-3 fired a grenade from one of its leg launchers. The door came off the hinges after having sustained serious combat damage. Viktorya didn't have time to get to cover and pulled the door over her. Safe for now, she threw the door off of her and got to her feet. ".50 cal arm mounted guns with plenty of ammunition, perhaps several grenades in its leg launchers, and it's low of dragonbreath," Viktorya recounted. Her launcher was okay. She knocked it aside to pull the door over herself and retrieved it from the ground. XRAM-3 wasn't coming for her, instead standing its ground in the room.

Toastburner B · 10-02-2007, 06:25 PM

((OOC: My apologizes (dang…I’m apologizing a lot in this RP) for my lack of being here.) for not posting sooner.))

Outsider, Whistler was, starting to get bored with just dropping the XRAM-6 over and over and over again.

Then he realized he was in a junkyard.

Soon, things…large, heavy, metallic things…began to drop on the XRAM-6 from on high.

The XRAM-6 came to the conclusion that it couldn’t get out of this particular mess without help…and sent out a signal.

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Inside the facility, the XRAM-3 heard the XRAM-6’s call for assistance. The battle-AI began to churn through its orders. First and foremost, defending the base was the primary objective, with preservation of XRAM units secondary. However, after a few seconds of processing, it decided that it could fulfill both objects by taking out the intruders here, then the intruders fighting XRAM-6.

XRAM-3 started to move towards the door. To make it sure it had room to maneuver once it got to the doors, it fired a burst with it’s flamethrower into doorway...hoping to cook anyone too slow to avoid the flames.

((OOC: XRAM-3 is now on the move an activity hunting the group.))

Astral Harmony · 10-03-2007, 01:18 AM

Viktorya got more frustrated when she heard the XRAM-3 moving. "Well, I'm boned," she said, looking around her. She was in a security station, a wall full of working monitors, a few overturned chairs on wheels, a wall-mounted gunrack with but a single shotgun sitting on it, another door on the opposite side. Viktorya tried that door, but it hadn't suffered the extensive combat damage she needed to break it down like the first one. She was trapped, the room was too small to allow her to escape, and the shotgun wasn't going to do shit to XRAM-3's armor.

The chemical fire from XRAM-3 rushed across the doorway. Soon, it would be followed by the robot itself. It would turn into the room where she stood and it would have her. She had no room to maneuver, nothing to shield her, and no way to escape. "And it doesn't even have a soul so I can't take it to hell with me," Viktorya said grimly. She had some pretty stupid thoughts when her life was nearing an end.

Rhiya Ravenwing · 10-03-2007, 07:10 AM

Jaskin 'parked' both the tank and her junkyard prototype outside the main entrance of the building. She could hear gunfighting inside, and heaved a sigh as she deactivated both her mountainous piles of junk and left just enough room for humanoids to enter and exit the entrance. She shoved a hand into her shirt pocket, digging out an Animator. Breathing deeply, she looked at it hard.
"Ok, Jaskin. It's been a long day. Let's just deal with this one thing and get it over and done with. Once we're done, I'll go home and take a nice long bath."

Ten feet up in the air, perched behind one of the rear legs of the prototype, Jaskin held out her hand and dropped the shiny black disk. It caught the evening sun, seeming to absorb its light as it fell spinning onto the ground.

Even as the tiny disc dropped, Jaskin was already reaching out her mind. She could literally see in her mind's eye the auras of differing machines surrounding her. The dull, aching hue of her hulking rubbish, the cool, calculating colour of computers, and the vibrant colours of weaponry and live machines currently at wor--

"Viktorya? Ah shit. XRAM's already found you?" Jaskin muttered into the com even as the animator unfolded in mid-fall and hit the ground running like a graceful cat. It leapt and scuttled over and around obstacles, sliding under doors, rolling through some corridors, hunting for the doors that lead towards Viktorya.

Perhaps the only problem there is that there was a hostile robot in the way. Jaskin took this very brief moment to think about her choices, and the pros and cons to the current situation for her animator.

Cons:
1. Viktorya is in the way, and it will take more than a few moments to actually get into XRAM-3's system and start tinkering with it.

2. Jaskin's willing to bet her entire salary on the fact that XRAM-3's got enough sensory systems to detect even the tiniest rat moving around. She's also pretty certain it can move as fast as XRAM-6. In which case, Jaskin'd have to move in closer to do anything proper, and that means getting close to a very hostile machine.

Pros:
1. Viktorya may be able to buy enough distraction for her animator to slip through to do the tinkering.

2. Jaskin has two more animators she can use. While she doesn't want to waste them, if sacrificing one allows the other two to go through, then she'd do it, and that'd be the last machine neutralized without too much firepower.

That said and done, Jaskin weighed in her options, then put a call out to the others.

"Viktorya's in a tight spot. Get in some distraction fire while I try and deactivate the XRAM."

Bosolai · 10-04-2007, 07:36 PM

The XRAM-3 kept going down the hall, stopping every few seconds to light another room with fire. There wasn't much time keeping it from getting to the room Viktorya was in, but there was enough to change it's interest. There was an explosion, then another one, and then a smoke bomb. The XRAM-3 stopped, turned around, and looked in the direction of Jon, holding another grenade ready to throw.

The people near the XRAM-3 heard Jon say in their head, Brace yourselfs... before having a double-vision. They were both seeing what they were seeing and what Jon saw, a horribly disorienting event for those who hadn't experienced it before. See what I see, you might find some weaknesses while it comes for me. Use the double senses for navigation in the smokescreen. He threw the last grenade into the smokescreen before running down the opposite hall holding a knife in front of him as a rear-view mirror, occasionally dropping more smoke bombs to misdirect fire as the XRAM-3 chased after.

Toastburner B · 10-08-2007, 01:50 AM

Unfortunately for Jon's plan, the grenades lacked the power to damage the machine, and perhaps even more detrimental to Jon's plan (and health), the XRAM design team had also thought of smoke screens. A slight whirling sound could be heard as the XRAM-3 switched through it's available sensor modes before it found one that effectively disabled the smoke. At the same time, the machine noticed Jon running down the hall, and lined up a shot with the .50 cals. Fortunately for Jon, his last grenade went off right about then, throwing off the guns by a fraction, making so that the burst of large caliber bullets whipped around him instead of through him.

However, the machine quickly compensated, and re-targeted.

So, the good news is that the XRAM-3 is seemly entirely focused on Jon.

The bad news is that Jon is about to experience large caliber death.

09-30-2007, 02:48 PM	#52
Demetrius In need of a vacation Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Peoples Republic of Vermont Posts: 3,236	As the rest of the team began to make their way about, Lee hung back, "Hey guys, I'm gonna hit the head real quick!" Lee wasn't actually going to the bathroom, this whole job smelled like a setup to him. The amount of zeros attached to it and only two of the robots going off the reservation didn't add up. Lee decided to locate the remaining bots and make sure they remained inactive. __________________ DFM, Demon seed of Hell who fuels its incredible power by butchering little girls and feeding on their innocence. Demetrius, Dark clown of the netherworld, a being of incalculable debauchery and a soulless, faceless evil as old as time itself. Zilla, The chick. ~DFM Wii bishie bishie kawaii baka! ~ Fifthfiend

10-01-2007, 06:30 PM	#53
Trienam Level One to the MAX Join Date: Aug 2007 Posts: 85	�Cool� Kay remarked climbing onto one leg of the tin horse. From the razor steps on the back she hopped over a small railing and landed square on her back. She released an ach of pain, bringing her arm to her back. She sat up quickly to see a most usual site. A little black bug with electric probes was steering the platform she was on. The one thing she ever truly hated was nasty bugs. She screamed �Ah bug kill it! kill it!� She unconsciously pulled her Shipka out and very consciously squeezed off a few rounds. The bug dodged with spectrally good timing and seemed to taunt Kay. Frustrated and angry, Kay preceded to try and stump and bash with her butt of her gun. She missed many times; it was like some sick game of whack a mole. At some point the bug grabbed gun with its hind legs and pointed it back at her. �Ah guys, the bug is holding me.� The makeshift mole made Kay ride in the back the rest of the trip. She wasn�t happy, but she still had her rifle if need be. �Stupid robot� All this tech super machines made Kay sick. She didn�t want to learn how all this crap work; she just wanted to beat it until it did work. X cam teeny tiny multiple legged probes; as far she was concerned it was all way too flashy and showy to have any practical application. It didn�t help her temper to know she had been beat by a freaking robot bug thingy! __________________ Manic Hill

10-01-2007, 11:35 PM	#54
Krylo The Straightest Shota Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: It's a secret to everybody. Posts: 17,789	Nicholas was apathetic toward this mission. There was no one to kill. No blood to harvest. Granted, the pay was good, but the money was only abstractly interesting to him. He, after all, had very few bills to pay, and wasn't particularly worried about starving or... whatever, nor were his vices very expensive. Women, blood, and violence. The first two were both rather free and tended to come together if you knew where to look, while the latter was the definition of his job. As he walked he pondered whether he would even bother 'working' on this mission. Despite the fact that he loved violence--the visceral feeling of tearing a man or creature limb from limb, the hot blood splashing on his body... despite all that, he found battle with electronics boring. They were merely toys and destroying them was as unsatisfying as tearing apart a barbie or a cabbage patch doll. With a bit of a sigh he glanced around, his eyes following on Viktorya, the pretty little puppy, and then Tanya, 'his' kitten, and finally Kay... and he decided that he hadn't tasted enough of their blood yet... or any other parts of them. At the though a slight lewd grin spread across his face... and, of course, he couldn't allow any of them to die until he had tasted their flesh. However, he still did not plan on contributing any more to this battle than necessary. He would protect his potential meals... but he would do no more than necessary for that. At least that was his plan. He did have a way of getting carried away from time to time. __________________ I am very tired.

10-02-2007, 06:25 PM	#56
Toastburner B Toasty has left the building Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Hiding...because I don't want to die. Posts: 3,936	((OOC: My apologizes (dang…I’m apologizing a lot in this RP) for my lack of being here.) for not posting sooner.)) Outsider, Whistler was, starting to get bored with just dropping the XRAM-6 over and over and over again. Then he realized he was in a junkyard. Soon, things…large, heavy, metallic things…began to drop on the XRAM-6 from on high. The XRAM-6 came to the conclusion that it couldn’t get out of this particular mess without help…and sent out a signal. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Inside the facility, the XRAM-3 heard the XRAM-6’s call for assistance. The battle-AI began to churn through its orders. First and foremost, defending the base was the primary objective, with preservation of XRAM units secondary. However, after a few seconds of processing, it decided that it could fulfill both objects by taking out the intruders here, then the intruders fighting XRAM-6. XRAM-3 started to move towards the door. To make it sure it had room to maneuver once it got to the doors, it fired a burst with it’s flamethrower into doorway...hoping to cook anyone too slow to avoid the flames. ((OOC: XRAM-3 is now on the move an activity hunting the group.)) __________________ I came, I saw, I got team-killed. A lot.

10-08-2007, 01:50 AM	#60
Toastburner B Toasty has left the building Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Hiding...because I don't want to die. Posts: 3,936	Unfortunately for Jon's plan, the grenades lacked the power to damage the machine, and perhaps even more detrimental to Jon's plan (and health), the XRAM design team had also thought of smoke screens. A slight whirling sound could be heard as the XRAM-3 switched through it's available sensor modes before it found one that effectively disabled the smoke. At the same time, the machine noticed Jon running down the hall, and lined up a shot with the .50 cals. Fortunately for Jon, his last grenade went off right about then, throwing off the guns by a fraction, making so that the burst of large caliber bullets whipped around him instead of through him. However, the machine quickly compensated, and re-targeted. So, the good news is that the XRAM-3 is seemly entirely focused on Jon. The bad news is that Jon is about to experience large caliber death. __________________ I came, I saw, I got team-killed. A lot.

09-30-2007, 09:41 AM	#51
Astral Harmony Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Harmonial Sanctum Posts: 6,798	"My guess is our best plan is to see what the room is like where XRAM-3 is standing his ground. I've done a little urban warfare, and room layout has always been the big thing for me, tactically." Viktorya looked around. "Heh, that's pretty convenient. Check this shit out." She walked up to a wall where a map was framed on the wall. One of the rooms had the word "XRAM-3" on it...if that was a word, anyways. "X marks the spot. XRAM-3, that is...yeah, I know that absolutely sucked. Let's just go."

10-02-2007, 06:32 AM	#55
Astral Harmony Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Harmonial Sanctum Posts: 6,798	"Our friend should be just in here," Viktorya said more to calm down her nerves than anyone else. She hated this feeling, and was always glad when the action started because it made her butterflies go away, forced out by the adrenaline rush that she loved so much. If she didn't have the mental map to go by, she could just follow the carnage to its source. There were scattered papers, factured walls, shell casings, and corpses to boot. Some from guards, some not. Taking a deep breath, Viktorya opened the door slowly and- "Fuckin' A!!" Viktorya blurted, and dove out of the way as .50 cal rounds violated the air she was standing in a split second ago. That didn't do her heart very good, and it only got worse when she heard "Fire in the hole" in boring monotone. "ohshitohshitohshitohshit-" she chanted rapidly, searching and finding a door nearby and crashing into it as the XRAM-3 fired a grenade from one of its leg launchers. The door came off the hinges after having sustained serious combat damage. Viktorya didn't have time to get to cover and pulled the door over her. Safe for now, she threw the door off of her and got to her feet. ".50 cal arm mounted guns with plenty of ammunition, perhaps several grenades in its leg launchers, and it's low of dragonbreath," Viktorya recounted. Her launcher was okay. She knocked it aside to pull the door over herself and retrieved it from the ground. XRAM-3 wasn't coming for her, instead standing its ground in the room.

10-03-2007, 01:18 AM	#57
Astral Harmony Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Harmonial Sanctum Posts: 6,798	Viktorya got more frustrated when she heard the XRAM-3 moving. "Well, I'm boned," she said, looking around her. She was in a security station, a wall full of working monitors, a few overturned chairs on wheels, a wall-mounted gunrack with but a single shotgun sitting on it, another door on the opposite side. Viktorya tried that door, but it hadn't suffered the extensive combat damage she needed to break it down like the first one. She was trapped, the room was too small to allow her to escape, and the shotgun wasn't going to do shit to XRAM-3's armor. The chemical fire from XRAM-3 rushed across the doorway. Soon, it would be followed by the robot itself. It would turn into the room where she stood and it would have her. She had no room to maneuver, nothing to shield her, and no way to escape. "And it doesn't even have a soul so I can't take it to hell with me," Viktorya said grimly. She had some pretty stupid thoughts when her life was nearing an end.