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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 7, 2010 0:28:02 GMT -5
The last sentinal leaves the chilled room. You hear the heavy clanging down the hall as large robot simular to the rest, its slightly coppered color and slightly large size gave it a definate difference. Instead of guns it had movable arm with what appeares to be large barrels on the ends of them. Raising it's arms it levels them at you as something deep within the barrel like guns begins to glow red.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Aug 7, 2010 0:36:25 GMT -5
"Ah f**k." She mutters hanging down from her perch take aim. She still had a hold on her charges, the little animal was clinging to her tail as she hung upside down to take aim. Her first shots were aimed at the barrel of the guns. Then she pulled out two new bombs, one a smoke screen and the other a more powerful explosive. She lit both and did her best to fling them near this hulking robot. She dropped down from the ceiling, swinging Donny and her unnamed helper onto her shoulder and dashing into the room which the former robots had just left. She kept low and scanned around feeling completely unsafe.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 7, 2010 1:09:48 GMT -5
You hear the groan and explosion as hot plasma clips one of the robots entering the side room last sending the whole mass out of control and into the wall.
"I suggest we run and run quickly...."the namless one says as the small creature clings tight to you.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Aug 7, 2010 1:17:38 GMT -5
"Good plan." She said. And she was off. She sprinted at top speed toward her ship, focusing on escaping.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 7, 2010 1:29:12 GMT -5
'unauthorized entery in Bay2...' a computerized female voice says over the loud speakers.
"The room seemed rather clear, the only things in it where large automated trollies, moving stacks of crates around while smaller automated gaurds, small robots with no lethal but very painfull and hampering weaponry. The gaurds synconize their movments with ours taking aim and firing rounds of rubber pellets at you in a shotgun pattern.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Aug 7, 2010 1:35:25 GMT -5
She returned fire, taking a showering of stinging rubber bullets. She leaped up onto one of the automated trolleys, kicked the smaller robot who was guarding it off, jumped down and clung to the side of the crate. Rubber bullets rebounded off the walls of the crate the trolley carried, allowing her some reprieve. She tried to look around for her ship between volleys of fire.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 7, 2010 1:38:48 GMT -5
Your ship sat untouched, patrols of gaurd robots incircling it. The trolly drops off the crates and turns heading directly for a pile of crates near your ship.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Aug 8, 2010 0:49:13 GMT -5
She felt her jacket, looking for something. She dug into one of her pockets. "damnit, where are the keys... Ah." She pulled out a disk, pressed a button in the center and the red lights along the side of the ship lit up. The cargo door of her ship began to lower, because it was the closest entrance. The security bots below it were crushed, quickly.
She began working on the keypad of the trolley, switching it from auto to manual control. It jerked to a halt and began to swing towards her ship. Her expression changed from a scowl to a mischievous grin. "There is no way I'm leaving here without something to show for it."
Her steering was far less than perfect, but she managed to maneuver the vehicle to pick up the open crate near her ship, the one filled with weapons she had stolen earlier. They then rolled onto the ship, she ignoring the barrage of harmless rubber bullets, and came to a jerky stop inside her ship. She leaped off the trolley, closed the cargo doors and climbed her way into the front of the ship preparing it for take off. She couldn't help but laugh with relief, she was sore, bruised and probably looked like hell but she had made it. She sat down in her captains chair and it swung around to face forward out the front windows. Her screens began to light up, weapons were charging, the ship was full on fuel, and the hull was secure. She engaged the ship for take off.
"We're out of here boys." She said, pulling the creature off her shoulder and setting it in her lap. The engine purred to life.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 8, 2010 1:04:21 GMT -5
The small gaurd robots where praticaly usless agains the ship and eventualy they loose track of their orriginal target and stare blanking at the ship as it leaves.
"With the old ones free I guess they'll have no more use for your ship donny....you're people will be free." The nameless ghost says.
"Yeah..." Donny replys, his voice seemed to echo slightly, the namless ghosts voice in the background.
"But you're not going to be able to leave this body....we're already begining to fuse." The nameless ghost says, Donny's voice a echo in the background.
"I know...I could feel it starting to happen.....but that's okay.....I wanted to stay with Stella so I could make up for being such a spaz while we where fighting that thing..."
"Oh and Stella.....call us Ciphus." The little creature says with both of their voices in unison.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Aug 8, 2010 1:11:38 GMT -5
"Ciphus?" She asked, looking away from the deep void of space to glance at them... him. "Why?"
She touched the creatures head noticing how smooth it felt. "You don't have to make up for anything Donny... I mean Ciphus. I am the one that owes you, both of you. Thank you." The words felt to odd for her to look at them while she said it, usually she had no one to thank for anything. Slightly embarrassed, she became absorbed in piloting the ship once again. "I'm not sure where we're heading but you're coming with me." She said.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 8, 2010 1:17:45 GMT -5
The small creature claps and seems to give off a happy aura.
"I picked the name Ciphus because its derived from the latin word for cooking pot.....which seems to be what this bodies become...." The creature looks up at you again holding its stomach. "We're....I'm happy to be with you."
And so deep spaces envelops your ship, leaving the hellish husk of that strange, strange, craft behind....hopefully forever.
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