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Post by Richter on Jan 2, 2016 18:25:52 GMT -6
Seabach tells James to meet them back here when the job is done. Someone will be waiting, if not him personally. After that, the men coughed up the change for their bills and followed their boss on the way out when he gave the signal that the break was over. A couple of them stumbled but by and large, they were sober enough to fight. They were pirates after all, they could handle their liqueur in a brawl. Fortunately none of them had the stones, or coin, to risk the Six Shooter Special, so no one had to be drug back bodily to the ship. The other indentured servants that Shikoto was speaking too wished him good luck on the way out, as well.
While back at the boat to stock up the captain's heads of staff met with him briefly to discuss the current situation. Engineer Erwin Briggs gave him the rundown on their vessel. It was a frigate of the firefly class, light and fast, and formerly dangerous back in the earlier era. Not so much these days, armaments having fallen behind as they did. It sported a battery of twinned cannons on the prow, and two more batteries of two on the port and starboard sides. 4 rocket tubes flanked the prow gun on either side to shore up the forward firepower, making for 8 in total. Fighting tended to be close in these days, with most munitions being unguided and slow. Railguns and high intensity beams were still around as relics, but very rare, and missiles were available but hard to find on the market, and very expensive when they did show up. The first captain had stripped the ship's original twin missile tubes out for the 8 rocket tubes, to make better use of what they could more easily acquire. This entire turn of events was a benefit for pirates because it meant boarding was once again viable. The ship could house 70 men comfortably, but right now they only had 40 or so. They were fine on fuel and oxygen, but it'd take some more money to get them back to comfortable margins on ammunition and spare armor plating/parts. Their vessel's shield generator was operating at 70% capacity. Ship shields worked differently from the infantry grade ones; they stopped incoming projectiles completely (in most cases). "Hard Shield" was the technical term for that kind of equipment. Rumors say that they did exist in man-portable format before the collapse of society, but they were cutting edge even back then. No one with verifiable proof has ever talked about seeing one. Briggs himself was something of a dwarf, short and stocky, but built with powerful slabs of muscle. He sported a bushy beard and similarly long hair despite the job, but the man took great pride in both and refused to trim them back.
Next was the ship's doctor, a one Samantha Gael. The crew had taken to calling her "Doctor Rafflesia" originally, and why was readily apparent. Her skin had an unusual green tinge to it, and James might recall her once explaining that it was the result of a rare blood condition. The proper Latin name likely escapes him, not being a member of any medical-related guilds and all (though it was Hypochromic anemia in case he did possess a keen memory for trivia). Though once naturally a redhead, the same affliction caused her hair to turn a sort of mahogany reddish-brown later in life akin to the namesake flower that grew on a couple of the worlds in this sector. The sobriquet absolute infuriates her, and being a pirate crew, that just made it stick all the harder. These days most of the lot further abbreviate that to an affectionate "Raffle". Four people got punched for it before she reluctantly let it go. She was rather comely regardless, if one can ignore the disturbing physical quirks. Her report to the captain underlines that they'll need to stock back up on supplies ASAP. Disinfectants and antibiotics are particularly scarce, which is bad news because of the danger posed by infection. Anesthetics are completely gone and she reports that anyone hurt in the mutiny has been having to stick it out with nothing but "alcohol, leather, and tears" to numb the pain...but they should have enough of the critical stuff to see through a mission or two.
The chef can't make it at the moment because he's currently preparing the meal that they're to be eating when they get back from this little excursion. The chef is not a man to be disturbed when in the middle of a job, so no one made an effort to drag him out. Instead he sent his report along with Briggs. As long as they ration things out they should have food for a month and a half because they now have fewer mouths to feed. One upside, at least. They could potentially stretch that out further if he's given the go ahead to get "creative", but who knows what that might entail?
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The crewmen on beggar duty come back with paydirt, in a positive turn of events. They're able to point out a particularly promising looking tunnel that they can use to slip into the foundry. Ideally, anyway. The vagabonds report that it's still open as of a few weeks ago, but how far into enemy territory it goes, they can't be sure. The Fire Angels don't usually let people wander in their turf uninvited, so the beggars stay well away from the deeper parts that lead into the harpy nest. The smell of sulfur makes it unmistakable to where it eventually ends, there's no doubt that it'll get him in there if he's willing to risk it.
The problem is that it's an outflow tunnel, and slogging through it is going to be absolutely miserable. Knee-to-waist high waters the entire way, according the mixed reports they bring in. Probably why it never got bricked up like the rest.
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Post by Rabite on Jan 2, 2016 18:49:34 GMT -6
"Rig something up, I don't want the damage to be spotted right away, make it so it'll completely crumble after we're gone. And get it done in 15 minutes, anymore and you'll be eating lead tonight."
He did not really like this guy's attitude, but he need the extra hand for now. Turning to the rest of the crews and hearing the reports, he nods and give out instructions accordingly.
"I know I know, give me a day, I'll get that money to restock up on what we need. Prepare a list of what we need and how much of them do we need, send it over to the quartermaster and we'll work something out by tomorrow. I'll make sure they'll get you anything from beard care to knockout gas. Tell to chef to not cook anyone yet, I'll get him what he wants too. Hey! You guys! Make a few more fire bombs! We'll make it look like it was an accident and be on our way! You! Make sure those beggars won't go shouting about our operations, use your fist or use a few more dollars to keep them out of the scene for a few days!"
Generally he was more scared of what special menu their chef might produce than if they would have ran out of other supplies, but at least it looks like what they have can still last them a bit, he just hope that this job would pay off enough to get them back on their feet. After deciding on the general direction to go, a few of his crew comes with his sword, which he just grabs with one hand and head towards the hidden route with the other crews following him. There were complains about traveling through something that's pretty much the sewer, but that wasn't too much of a problem...
"Would you like to walk through it or sink into it forever? I won't mind either choice. I'd prefer doing this over the possibility of getting turned into the next meal, if anyone of you want to volunteer than be my guest. If not then keep your mouth shut and move, don't want to let them hear us!"
Besides, he's the one that have to lug around a giant cleaver, they rest of them would have an easier time than him. He's also personally leading the advance, so some of them could follow him closely to have an easier time moving, rather than trying to walk through the deep water on their own. Unsure where the exit would be, he had the entire crew look out for possible exits, and the mechanics to decide if the exit could possibly lead to the machines they were here to sabotage. They also attempt to listen to possible members of the Fire Angels, as hard as that might be with the running water in the tunnel.
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Post by Pitman on Jan 2, 2016 19:04:03 GMT -6
"Alright, alright I get it the usual.", Shikoto replied back on his own job.
On hearing what they had go through Shikoto sighed and hoped the Doctor, who looked like to him strange looking, he had gotten used to it. Had some medicine after this little incursion into the sewers. One thing for sure he didn't want to get sick with whatever waste is down there, who knows what goes through. He waited until it was time to go though he did get some boots that would help protect himself as well a special bag that held his equipment to not get messed up until he could work on the device. Luckily his shield on his left wrist was waterproof, working on it for a few years he managed to make it work, sort of. It still had a few bugs he needed to work on which required a bit more materials, using duck tape on wiring only goes so far, not to mention it needed more repairs, the screen had a crack which he managed to keep it closed so it works.
"So when do we leave into this little shit adventure?", Shikoto soon asked.
Why well because might as well get the job done rather sooner then later. Not to mention it means they better move it before someone goes and spills the beans.
As time progressed they would soon arrive at the tunnel, the water stank like a certain crew member who died in that little coup, that used to be in charge of the slaves. Shikoto would continue to walk and follow the lead as he had a bandanna cover his face to keep the smell away. Actually would it be considered a health hazard walking in this shit? Like it made Shikoto wonder if anyone in Terminus even maintained or repaired this stuff, maybe that is why entire place always stank when they visited? Shikoto would happy to tell them about staying clean is good for one's soul, alas none of these dirty scum of the sector probably won't listen and its no wonder life expectancy was so low. It wasn't the murdering or killing; it was due to people allowed sickness to kill them all early. He would for once walk in silence because how bad it smelled and it might be considered a blessing.
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Post by Richter on Jan 2, 2016 20:26:13 GMT -6
The stink of this tunnel was hellish, that couldn't be refuted. Literally hellish, brimstone being one of the many horrid scents composing this nose-burning bouquet. This wasn't technically a sewer pipe, though it was now being used as one in addition. It was actually a sump, also known as a catch basin, for waste water and chemical runoff. Which was worse. Anyone not smart enough to wear their void suits down here would be in for an unpleasant time if the liquid got onto their skin, it'd cause some unsightly burning and itching. James's crew, most of them hailing from seedy places like this, brought theirs for that very occasion. It wasn't their first rodeo, so to speak.
If James or Shikoto did was a different story. Suffice to say, anyone hitting a deep spot here and going under, might not get back up in very good shape. So the majority of them stuck close to the boss who was scouting it out. That proved to be a smart idea on his part because there were some sinkholes here and branching, smaller pipeworks that were too small to crawl through but could trip a man up or break an ankle if hit wrong. By taking charge he manages to avoid them and keep everyone semi-orderly, as best as it could be hoped for down there. It was dark and maintenance lights were scarce, casting dim green illumination that reflected oddly off the sickly looking water. Equally nasty looking rats infested these tunnels and they snarled at the passage of the pirates, more than once a hammer or knife was needed to drive them off, for they were bold enough to not fear humans. Worse things with shiny carapaces and beady eyes were more willing to cede right of way, slinking into corners or below the surface at their approach.
Eventually they began to hear the clanking and whirring of machinery, and better light began to pour in up ahead as the stone ceiling turned into grate floor for the foundry above. The heat started off bearable but got a lot worse once they were actually under the machinery, which seemed to be running at the moment. Looking through the slits in the floor would reveal a dizzyingly large metalworks housed in this quarter, scaffolding rising high beside huge metal vats and other industrial equipment. Suspended walkways criss-crossed one another overhead, and every so often someone could be seen walking by. The sump tunnel branched out multiple times once it was underneath the actual smelter complex itself, and one of them took them fairly close to the ventilation control.
They knew it when they were near it, because it contained a forest of huge steel pipes that ran into the walls and ceiling, as well stretching across the open air to link up to key areas around the smelter. Each one of those pipes shook and rattled like an angry snake, producing a racket that was rather grating on the ears, especially against the backdrop of clanging and pounding from the smelting processes itself. These vent shafts all lead back to one large substructure that resembled a concrete bunker of sorts. It was built directly into the wall 3 or 4 stories off the ground floor from which its operators could view the majority of the complex's workings. Large picture windows facilitate said observation. Rectangular in shape, there looked to be a door on the two small sides that were reached by a catwalk.
The problem was that they'd first have to get out of the sump, get onto the catwalks, and then climb all that way up to get in there. Guards were definitely posted in the area, but from down there they couldn't seen clear enough to get a feel for their patrol routes. Supposing they were seen, it would be hell to get into that vent facility by force. However, once inside, defending it while their slave-engineer worked wouldn't be quite so difficult. Getting back out again, well...
What was the plan now?
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Post by Rabite on Jan 2, 2016 21:27:52 GMT -6
As much as he'd like to be invincible, he's not, and he sure don't want to risk his health taking a dip in these unknown substance. For that reason, he had to put on these protective suits to keep him safe. He never liked wearing full sets of protections like this, weights him down, and makes him feel trapped by the suit. He didn't bother trying to mess with the rats, their suits are enough protection, and he don't want to increase the chance of their target discovering them. So he quietly leads his crew towards their destination, and trying their best to ignore the scorching heat in the tunnels.
There's nothing mechanical that's keeping watch, nothing he could see at least, but that doesn't necessary mean it's safe. For one it'll be a very very difficult task to get everyone out without being spotted, and it's not going to be easy trying to reach for the control room. He also see those groups of patrols, he can see several right now, but he can probably guess there are a dozen at least. Slaughtering them won't be easy, and doing it without getting them alerted would be close to impossible, he need another trick up his hand. Looking around for anything they could possibly use he noticed that some of the machines are actually connected to the route they used to arrive, thinking about it, he had a few of the slaves stay here, while others hide back further down into the tunnel to avoid detection.
"Here's the deal. You two, choose a further away from the hatch, unscrew a few of the bolts. That should make some sound and attract the guards to take a look. Keep yourself hidden after that and regroup when I'm back, the rest of you stay back and head up if necessary. Watch the timing so if you do have to come up, come after the guards are trying to break through the door, that way they'll be unprepared and won't be fully armed. Shield boy, you better not trip because you, and three of us are going to sprint for the door after the guards heads over to check. I'll deal with the door, you guys prepare to deal with whoever is inside. Follow my lead, and everything will go well, now get to work."
After the sent slaves finishes unscrewing the bolts, James and the assault team waited for the guards to move towards the machines that got tinkered, then quietly(as possible) get through the grate and head towards the planned route. They try to keep themselves hidden, and cover up the grate as much as possible before continuing the infiltration. As they continue, the group would be on high alert, and try to spot any enemies nearby so they can react accordingly. Climbing up would not be a very easy task, but it's easier than dealing with an army.
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Post by Pitman on Jan 2, 2016 22:10:56 GMT -6
The suit was a godsend in this situation, whatever was in here Shikoto didn't want go mess with. As they came up to the next part of the plan Shikoto comments, "Right..."
As he goes up he follows James lead now with his mouth shut he began to follow James to the letter due to one thing. That of course means if caught there was high chance he would be tortured or worse. Please don't see us! Please don't see us! Shikoto mentally muttered as they moved he moved as gracefully in an ungraceful manner he could to both stop trip and make no noise.
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Post by Richter on Jan 2, 2016 22:37:21 GMT -6
It wasn't possible to see what the machines James's minions were messing with actually did from below, but the slaves did their jobs pretty proficiently. Loosing a few screws in strategic places caused the metallic structure to groan and whine, evidently having its supports weakened. Not long after, the assault team could see shadows passing by overhead to investigate what was going wrong. His initial count was pretty spot on, he was able to count around 7 individuals moving away from the vent control. To be on the safe side they waited a little bit longer, before they began the work of trying to pry off a section of the grate. It was all some kind of steel alloy, and each slab was about 5.5 feet by 5.5 feet. Heavy enough that not even the Captain's strength alone could get it the entire way, those with him had to help. Then they scurried up and lowered it gently back down into its fittings, only somewhat crooked. Careful timing assured most of the report from their breakout coincided with the distraction further down. Looked to be a clean job so far...
The catwalks didn't actually come down to ground level anywhere nearby, so they couldn't mount them cleanly and ascend. But the gravity here was low enough that they could leap up and get their hands on one of the lower walkways, and from there hoist themselves up. It was tricky but it would have to do. From there they were able to keep moving as covertly as possible towards the bunker.
And it did look to be a bunker, James would note, if the metal door was any indication. Hopefully it wouldn't be locked, or else prying it open would be a gargantuan feat in and of itself. From this angle he couldn't really see through the windows, and that was good because it meant anyone inside couldn't really see him and his war band either. The catwalks intersected one another as they sloped upwards, often taking winding turns that hooked into smaller side buildings or opened onto wider raised platforms to access other heavy equipment whose purposes they couldn't immediately define; but all looked dangerous. Shikoto would know that they where were scrap metal was melted down to be recycled, this taking a different process than that of raw ore. It took much longer than it should have to get anywhere simply because of how labyrinthine these paths were in layout.
Looking over his right shoulder in the middle of any part of this, James and anyone with him could see the the guards next to the machine they had loosened. It seemed to be crane that was holding a pallet of reclaimed metal. There were over a dozen guards around it now, the distraction had apparently drawn in people from further away. That could be bad. They sported bulky environmental suits that looked like they would be pretty handy in a fight as well as in a hostile environment. Breastplates with raised pauldrons protected the body, sabatons the lower legs, and full faced helmets with ovoid eyepieces the head. All in all they looked pretty intimidating.
Three things would complicate his plan:
1.) The abundance of guards in the area, brought over by the distraction. 2.) The three guards that were within earshot of them, but whose backs were at the moment turned. The nearest was about 25 feet away and 8 feet down, on a lower section of catwalk. They must have stayed behind when the slaves did they work. 3.) The camera over the door of the control room. They weren't in range of it now, but the looping path leading up to the door meant it was unavoidable. It also might have seen the way up, but if so no alarm had been raised yet...that had gotten back to them, at any rate.
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Post by Rabite on Jan 2, 2016 23:16:55 GMT -6
After getting their way up to the catwalk, they now face a new problem. The closer problem are those guards that by great fortune are not looking towards them, and that the camera might have spotted them. Right now there's no alerts yet, but that could just mean they decide to keep it quiet and just inform guards individually to jump them. Lastly that door looks even tougher than the grate, hopefully it's not locked when it's still in working hours. He can't see if anyone's inside, but he's willing to bet there's at least one guy inside manning the controls, possibly more so he need to have more guys for the first strike.
Being too close to give out verbal commands, he point at one of his followers to stay here, and to aim at the furthest guard. He is not to shoot until James gives the signal, so to not alert them too early. Slowly they sneak towards the door, as quietly as possible to try to avoid being heard by the three guards nearby. As for the camera he times it right and sneak over, smudging some of the liquid from the tunnel to try and tilt out the lens, hopefully enough to make it difficult to see them.
Next he had the remaining three members including Shikoto be on standby next to the door with their weapons ready, he would open the door, and have the entire team point their guns at whoever is inside. If they are armed and try to grab any weapons, the team is to shoot them to disable if possible, if not then kill them. James himself would do the same with his Shot Revolver to add on to the firepower. If they have shields then... well, they'll just have to attack them with melee weapons after they charge into the room as soon as possible.
On the other side, the member that are told to stay behind are to shoot at the furthest guard and if they could not react in time, all of them before turning and running for the door if the door is pushed open. If not then slowly fall back and see how many of the three guards can he fire at before regrouping, the same if the guards have shields, no need to engage all of them at once.
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Post by Pitman on Jan 2, 2016 23:26:25 GMT -6
Shikoto followed James as they moved through the labritynth until they noticed many guards suddenly showing up due to the commotion. A miscalculations on their end thst more guards showed up at the right place at the wrong time. He looked around and noticed a camera tracking the path and knew whatever happened next they will be seen regardless, or so they would think if he could change the data if there was some control inside. He moved with the others with his revolver ready in his hands waiting for the signal to move in. Whenever on James signal he would follow the orders he just gave if there was someone in the room.
The biggest issue of course wasn't that they could storm it, it was if they could hold out for him. His work was cut out for him this time at least he didn't need to deal with giant mutants or some death machines. Humans of course easier to handle then those nightmares. When the signal went Shikoto moved with the group whatever the result the dice was rolled and Shikoto's real work was about to begin.
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Post by Richter on Jan 2, 2016 23:43:38 GMT -6
The group busted into the substructure all at once, and aren't surprised to find a pair of guards inside and seated. Both immediately go for weapons as they enter, and thus are shot by James, Shikoto, and the other members of the crew as they barge in. Both drop, alive but in shock from the gunshots. Evidently they did not have shields. So far so good, the stealth approach had caught them by surprise.
The room was big in size but cramped in open space. The rattling noise they heard outside was even worse as they were now only one room over from all the vents and the assorted systems that moved air and miasma through them. Indeed, another door to their left after entering lead into that chamber. The main one here consisted of a table and a few primitive computer consoles that read out statistics relevant to the plant's circulatory system. If it was powered, if it was running satisfactory, that kind of thing. Not a lot could be accessed from the terminal other than diagnostics, if Shikoto gave it a look over. The unfortunate news that came with this was that it meant that camera out there was relaying data to somewhere else, and they knew something was up now.
Now the back room, that was where he wanted to be. Carved out of the rock, the chamber back here was another webwork of ladders, walkways, and ventilation shafts. Fans roared somewhere above and down below, and drafts reached out and brushed at him from loose panels in the assorted tubes like the delicate, clammy fingers of a lost lover. Black smoke drifted out in weak plumes from several other ducts that must be carrying the exhaust out of Terminus. There were more terminals in here, older analog ones sporting heavy levers and switches to stop, start, and generally direct the flow of currents and directions of the fans. It'd be a headache to try and sort through all of this machinery, but he had the talent to do it. If he had the time to do so, was the bigger concern. So distracted was he at looking around in here, he probably wouldn't notice the guard peaking around one of the terminals until he had hurled a knife straight at the slave's face from across the room.
Outside, James's pointman took the signal and shot at the furthest guard, and then moved onto the closer pair. The first one picked took the shot to the back of the ribs and dropped to their knees with a yelp of pain. The others ducked instinctively, and the follow ups skipped off of the railings and floor which they had used for cover. Steel panels closed in the side of the catwalks to provide guardrails, they made decent cover, but they were thin enough that heavy bullets would punch through after a few close hits. But there were more immediate issues. James's man shot one of the two guards with a melee weapon, the one who had a gun raised it and pointed it in his direction. It was a beefy looking piece, and it fired with a throaty *ka-THUNK* *ka-THUNK* *ka-THUNK*; each belch launching a rivet at him with each ponderous pull of the trigger. The Fire Angels were fond of weaponized industrial tools, as it were. The bolts stitched lines across the walkway he was now running for dear life across, and if he got hit on his way back to the bunker, he'd suffer some pretty hefty wounds. Worse, he might literally get bolted to the path.
The other guard started to scream at this point, and James could see all those people at the crane looking right in his direction. They began to approach, and fast, with more coming from further on. From up there they couldn't hear exactly what was going on, but it'd probably be pretty easy to determine what it was. If not that, maybe whoever manned the cameras had spurred them into action. Whatever the case, they would be in battle soon.
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Post by Rabite on Jan 3, 2016 0:18:51 GMT -6
It'll be a bit too late for James to stop the guard from throwing the knife, but he does have plenty of time to shoot them in the face(several times if necessary), and to make an example of them.
"Arms in the air and no sudden movements! I'm not here to kill you, just to flip a few switch. Follow our instructions and no one else would have to be killed, anyone that wants be a hero will be honored as one after they get buried! If you're scared of your boss then just tell them you were threatened, you already took some hits, and tried your best. Don't make it any harder for yourself, because it's perfectly fine for me to finish you off if I have to!"
Assuming that idiot of a slave is still alive, he had him working on the sabotage as soon as possible. Another one of his follower would attempt to provide cover fire for the pointman so that they could get into the room, and hopefully ending the attacks from the remaining attacking guards before their reinforcements arrive. The last member is to fiddle with the switches a bit to see if they can swing the crane or other construction structures towards the coming guards to delay and kill some of them.
"Move it shield boy! I want it done within 15 minutes! See what else you can do to improve our situations while you're at it!"
James also tries to search the remaining two guards to disarm them if they have anything else on them, and take off their helmets in case he need to do the same to the remaining two.
"Don't move, we didn't hit any vital spots, you should live just fine. But don't make any sudden movements or I might have finish you off."
The pointman ran as fast as he could, but there's no way he could move faster than a flying projectile. One of the shot hits him by the upper right arm, the force sending him flying and down on the ground, but close enough to the door for his supporter to pull him in and shutting the door. The shot's pretty bad, disabling one of his arm and it'll be unlikely he'll be able to fight at his full strength if at all, but he tries to slow the bleeding by ripping some of his shirt underneath and tying it around his arm tightly to reduce the blood flow.
Mean while they try to see if they can lock the door, could buy them some time. But they decided against fortifying it for now, so that they might still have the opportunity to charge out of there.
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Post by Pitman on Jan 3, 2016 0:56:40 GMT -6
When entering the first thing to greet him was that of a knife being thrown at his face with Shikoto cursing, "Shit."
Soon he quickly ducked to the side hard hitting the wall which hurt as the knife passed him by sheer luck.
"Seriously, their trying to make a point here or something?", Shikoto commented as he just dodge a literal knife.
As he looked around he knew for a second things looked a little tricky. Noticing the various pipes then towards the computer which of course was his ticket.
"Bingo.", Shikoto soon stated as he ran towards the console and with his luck was already on.
He began typing very quickly which gave him diagnostics of the system and of course it only gave him that which made his job harder.
"Great the computer has no access to the entire system. Who's bright idea was that... wait.", Shikoto soon continued to type as he looked at the various systems shown on screen and soon smirked.
He then went towards the analog terminal which he moved to look around, he soon pulled a lever which suddenly released steam at one spot.
"Oops... uhhh ok that does that... then this does.", As Shikoto pulled another which suddenly released on the guards.
"Ok... that does that.", as Shikoto began to look and then went to another.
"Ok who's bright idea is to go analog as well? Seriously this is too much.", Shikoto soon commented as he continued to pull levers until he noticed a pattern.
"Wait if it does that, there... and this one does it like this here. Then that one... ok ok this will work!", Shikoto shouted as he began to pull a few levers then rushes back to the computer terminal in hopes it worked.
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Post by Richter on Jan 3, 2016 1:10:21 GMT -6
The gangster who was watching the maintenance room has his/her head utterly obliterated by multiple close range shots from a miniature shotgun. Blood, flesh, and graymatter splatter the wall...and one of the consoles the slave will end up having to use, yuck. He'll also need to quickly reload after that expenditure. There were two other people in that room, but they're sufficiently intimidated enough by the brutal display that they come out and throw down their weapons. Although they wore boiler suits like the rest, they lacked the armor overtop of it. Perhaps they're just mechanics as well?
The two Angels that they had incapacitated had passed out, so they didn't resist being disarmed. Good thing they shot these girls dead, they had some really nasty weapons on them. They looked like bat-sized metal girders with saw blades welded onto the thin sides. A sort of saw-sword, if you will. The wounds these could cause must be atrocious. Outside, as the pointman got back into the room the other men under his command manage to fell the riveter. It was hard to tell but it looks like they took a good shot to the collar bone. The other one with one of those swords hadn't raised their head after trying to move up. Either they got hit or went yellow, regardless it was clear for the moment.
More continued to approach down both catwalks leading up to the bunker. The metal doors could be locked on this side if James wanted to do that, but the problem was that they'd have to get out through here too. There might be another path out through the ductworks back there, but that would literally be a shot in the dark. It was on the table if needed, anyway.
Fortunately their approach got stalled as several of the shafts over their heads erupted into thick jets of white, scalding steam. The moist air washed over the incoming troops like a wave, disorientating them and slowing their advance. Evidently Shikoto's quick thinking. They rallied after a few minutes and continued to engage. As they got closer a few more guns, a couple more industrial tools and conventional air muskets, began to spit rounds up at their perch. The glass shattered as bolts and bullets smashed through them. The rest weren't yet to the doors, but it wouldn't be too long now.
The engineer checked the computer panel and found that he was halfway done so far. He'd managed to close off the exhaust system from the outside and cycle it back into the airways by remotely accessing and opening a few service tunnels that were on the grid. As a safety precaution however, this automatically shut down the ventilation to prevent smog from being pumped into the facility. Shikoto would now have to go and manually override that and restart the entire thing, requiring him to go find and pull two massive levers in sections A and C, and then flip the master control switch in section B. But then they'd better be ready to act, because this place would fill up fast, and it'd be a hell of a lot more dangerous from that point on.
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Post by Rabite on Jan 3, 2016 1:49:12 GMT -6
"8 minutes, you got 8 more minutes! Keep your head down men, and give them the signal we had planned, let those Fire Angels have a real close encounter with flames today! Throw!"
Staying away from the windows to avoid getting shot at, James and his men throws the fire bombs that they have prepared down towards the crowd of enemies. It's unlikely that it'll kill or injury many of them, but not only will it disrupt their attacks, but it would also be enough to get the reserving teams to jump out and attack from the rear. The fire fight and shouting should be more than enough to hide the sound that might cause by their movements, and once enough of them are out they begin to fire at the guards from behind.
James and his assault team upstairs takes the time to reload before providing cover fire from above, the injured team member won't be too much help so he packs up the two weapons they grabbed off the downed guards. After making sure that Shikoto's got everything done, he kicks open the door to the exit, leading the retreat the same way he did when they came in. It'll take sometime to climb down the ladder, and it'll be pretty dangerous up here... so he jumps when he is half way. Once down, he draws his sword and move from cover to cover before swinging it towards enemies that gets close, using the enemy's number to his advantage, limiting their ability to shoot at him by staying in the formation. The reserve team would be able to see their boss, and only aim for the guards that aren't too close to him, in order to avoid friendly fire.
"Head! Torso! Neck! and head again! Who else likes to get chopped in half?! Whahahaha!!"
The captain was having a quite a fun time, aiming to hack down as much of these people as possible. His strikes are all killing blows, aimed to end the lives of those that dare to stand before him. This was what he seeks, a bloodbath from the enemies, glory built on the gore of those that challenges him. Not from the weak, but those with strength to be on equal grounds. Of course, besides his own personal values, the sight of a mad man that charged into their ranks without fear and laughing loudly while cutting their teammates into pieces would likely be a fearsome sight. Perhaps this could cause some of the guards to either hesitate in their attacks or even run in horror, more so when you were just surrounded by flames earlier for a few seconds.
Of course, not all of his attacks would be successful in ending their lives, it's likely that some of his victims would survive. Some might be missing a limb or two, but who knows, maybe some just got knocked out on the side.
One of the assault team would be helping the injured one, and slowly moving down to the escape route. Hopefully they'll be able to get out of here soon, and lose the pursuers before more reinforcements arrived.
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Post by Pitman on Jan 3, 2016 2:34:31 GMT -6
Shikoto moved quickly to see his job was a success with him soon coming, "Alright its done!! Lets get out of dodge!!"
He soon took out his revolver and help give covering fire as they began to move towards the escape route. Shikoto saw what the captain did earlier and soon whistles, "Maybe I should not piss him off too much."
Shikoto moved as the guards continued to come with the job done all left was to escape, as they moved through he wondered what was the point of this mission? Ya it was payment but what consequences would bring to this hell hole? Regardless he continued to move forward as he didn't have time to think up anything as his Captain was literally cutting a path.
"No mercy huh, its like an feral animal who just got released from its cage onto this people.", Shikoto commented as they moved forward as the Captain kept chopping people up into pieces.
Things were a little dicey here and it would be best to get out of here quickly as possible.
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