Hostile.. definitely a hostile...
Charles deploys his turret and gets behind cover, remotely firing on the figure via wristpad. If the figure attacks his turret, he'll detonate the magazine at close range. He also arms his other magazine. Just in case.
He radios everyone "The turret is set up, you can aim it and fire at him if I'm incapcitated, or if my aim's off you can correct it. If he attacks it, press the detonate button to unload everything into him..."
[con:1]
Aw jeez.
[Faith dex:3+1]
You fire a burst of concentrated fire...directly at faith. Luckily she manages to get the shield up in time and the rounds smash into it, peeling away layers of ceramic but leaving her untouched.
"Nice shot, dead eye!" she shouts, peeking out after you've finished almost killing her.
"Glory, glory, hallelujah, his soul goes marching on!"
Clear dat LZ! Or just move away from that dude with the armor. Got no weapons, anyway.
You lay down and then roll into a nearby
bush.
fuckfuckfuckfuck HELP, HOSTILE NON-FAITH WHITE THING! SHOOT IT!
Run towards the rest of the team! Try to heat a small sphere centered on the hand holding the club while I run!
[uncon: 3]
You manage to give him a mild sunburn. He doesn't seem overly bothered.
((Anyone have any idea what's going on inside? Cough Irony cough?))
((Obviously. :3))
As the team scrambles to engage the new adversary, they see something else fall from the upper level of the palace. It streaks down and lands with a thud, raising a cloud of dust and thin ice crystals from the ground.
As the haze clears, the team can make out the form of Faith. She's coated in synthblood, her muscles literally bulging through her skin, and she's carrying a ballistic ceramic Riot shield thats a good foot taller then she is in one hand.
You could swear you hear someone playing a sweet guitar rift in the distance.
Faith has rejoined the party!
((... My headplaylist just cued up Rules of Nature for that. Ermagerd.))
Disengage the cripple dude, draw the Razor. Then sneak around behind the large man while he's distracted by the rest of the party.
Noone notices the beaurocrat.
Slice him open so his spine is bared, then drop the sword and shove my hand into the resulting hole to grip the spine with my awesome kinetic gauntlet thing. then TEAR THE FUCKING THING OUT.
[dex:2]
He notices the Bureaucrat. He notices him a lot.
[dex:5]
You manage to skid to a stop and then promptly run the hell away as the man swings his club at you, the air deforming and cracking like a thousand bullwhips as the amps studded across its surface fire microbursts of force.
((... My headplaylist just cued up Rules of Nature for that. Ermagerd.))
Disengage the cripple dude, draw the Razor. Then sneak around behind the large man while he's distracted by the rest of the party.
Noone notices the beaurocrat.
Slice him open so his spine is bared, then drop the sword and shove my hand into the resulting hole to grip the spine with my awesome kinetic gauntlet thing. then TEAR THE FUCKING THING OUT.
((Um))
((Now, look at this and tell me it isn't something you'd find in a comic book, anime or hero movie.))
((Yeah. 
))
"Sorry about that."
Catch up to the new arrival, trying to stay behind him.
When fairly close but not dangerously so, use my manipulator to try to cut his head off with a foot-wide pane of excessive heat at his neck.
[uncon:5+1]
It becomes much less of a cut and much more of a "detonated several pounds of c4 at the base of his spine" sort of thing, but hey, it works. He's blown into several pieces, his ceramic armor exploding out like shrapnel and peppering everyone near by. You take a few shards yourself, but even with the 8 inch long spikes embedded in you, it doesn't really slow you down.
The Bureaucrat on the other hand goes down screaming with a few shards in his legs and back.
Generate a whisper-thin disc of extreme heat at the clubber's shoulder-height, wide enough to reach his shoulder-joints, having finished taking my time preparing for the attempt
once the threat is eliminated, allow myself to collapse next to the doorway, and return to crying.
You return to crying.
Help clearing the LZ if possible, stay away from the armored person's melee range, use BT if necessary. Wait for the shuttle.
"It seems like we just met the radiant one. Kill it already."
You don't have to wait long
A few minutes after faith detonates the armored man, a shuttle punches down through the blackening clouds of sleet and snow that are beginning to spread across the sky; trailing a wake of electrical discharge from the storm. It comes in on a long arc and puts down on the frozen grass of the palace garden. The team rushes over to it but they're surprised to see that it's not empty, like they would have expected. Rather, there's a large football shaped device the size of a small car inside it.
>You see that thing in the shuttle? Push it into the palace. Once it's in there, get on board. More shuttles are on their way for the civilian survivors.
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