Difference between revisions of "1961/AWftF: Freeport's Mystery"

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Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Yari Takane, dressed in full armor, scowls into the gaping pit that is the collapsed street in Freeport's residential distict. After her scouts haven't reported back one day late from their initial mission, the Centurion is rightfully worried. Not that she'd admit it.

Turning about to the trio of engineer, medicus, and trooper, the woman awaits her Elite compatriots. Once they arrive, they'll all receive a sharp salute from Yari & company.

"Good evening. Forgive me for skipping formalities, but we're short on time." It's telling, perhaps, when Yari gets straight down to business rather than the usual round of salutes and introductions. Her tail sways. She's definitely worried as hell.

"Our task today is to scout the area underneath this street, and if possible, find the missing Troopers and local military members sent to previously investigate it. Be ready for anything, these weren't fresh recruits that went down there. Any questions?"

Once questions are seen too, then Yari will motion for everyone to follow. She and a few of her soldiers snap on lights from their magitek devices, Yari already having a hand on her sword. They move efficiently and cautiously as they enter the darkness beneath the streets.

At first, it's just a flat decline of busted, broken street leading to rock and concrete. Eventually, however, it levels out until they're in front of a large metallic doorway, a metal floor beneath their feet. On the side of the door is a keypad, sparking occasionally and looking like ti's been tampered with. The door's open wide. A quick armlet-flick, and shining light within, showing a wide open atrium with four doors, two at the wall opposite the group, and then one each at the left and right. Most ominously, there's a dead Garlean soldier on the ground, looking literally shredded to pieces. Yari's hand tightens as she knees. No need to even call a medicus, this one's a goner.

She takes a deep breath, and lets discipline flow through her veins. She stands.

"There should be three more of my men, and two locals. I don't recommend splitting up." Then she starts to scan the area with her armlet, trying to detect signs of life.

"Can any of your detect vitals in the area?"

Yari's own device won't pick up much, but those sensitive to life, or otherwise with the tools to detect heat signatures would note quite a few indicators on the door to the right. Yari's troops have set up defensively, even as they scan.

Genghis Rex (114) has posed:
Styraco examines the scope of the wreckage, his tiny eyes taking in the damage indifferently and he taps a few buttons on a tablet he's projecting from his forearm. He bends down and picks up a shard of metal and swipes a clawed thumb across it, wiping away the collected dust.

It's a small shard of metal, about the size of a Silver Dollar, smooth, with a bit of black paint on it.

Plesio leans in, looking over the metal, then his eyes go wide, "You don't ssssssssupossse?"

Styraco raises a claw, "I suppose nothing, Plesio. I need more fragments to determine the truth."

He eyes the grey skinned Brachiosaur, Roman, the representative of the Triceracops who'd been sent along to monitor the situation, and lowers his voice, "So, let's keep our observations to ourselves for the time being."

Tesla Armadia (368) has posed:
"Priority should be given to promptness in a situation like this anyways." It's really out of the formality of respect of her own rank that Tesla returns the briefest of salutes of her own, and even then she's already walking past the horned woman to crouch down and inspect the edge of the gaping wound in the pavement.

At first the hulking form trudging behind her could almost be mistaken for one of the local ceratopsians wearing heavy armor. Though once Shardcore lumbers past its easy to see the robotic machinery moving beneath the joints rather than an organic. No weapons deployed yet, but he's clearly here for the additional brute force should they need it.

Tesla cocks her head a bit of Styraco and Plesio's conversation, but instead of asking just sticks close to the two Tyrannos as they head farther ino the underground, her robo-dino following behind. A single mental command is all it takes to light up her armor's visor for additional illumination and scanning.

Snorts softly at the open doorway and dead corpse next to it. Particularly as her scanner zooms in for her on some of the claw marks.

"That's a very big something to be going bump in the night."

Serori (37) has posed:
Serori arrives without preamble or flair. Making a quiet entrance is atypical to the saiyan's nature, but she doesn't want to give the Reptilonians any reason to fear her presence. Unlike the Neo-Saiyans, she embodies the hope of a peaceful and beneficent Confederate alliance, and to that end, she gives the Reptilonians as much respect as possible. If it means flying in via clearly-marked transport craft instead of under her own power, so be it.

After a quick disembarkment, she approaches Yari's location, nods her head at the instructions, and thereafter takes the time to eye whoever else should make an appearance. Only the faintest frown hardens Serori's expression; she isn't too worried about the scouts who've been lost, but she /is/ perturbed by a few allies who've chosen to jump into the mission. She'd hoped for no Union assistance whatsoever. Guess that's too much to expect for something like this, huh?

Serori proceeds into the tunnels as guided. She stops at the door, gives a dismissive 'tch' at the corpse, and turns her glare to the darkness ahead as she pokes at her scouter. "I'm not detecting anything significant. More powerful life forms above ground are screwing up my scouter's precision, so someone else is going to have to do the read."

In the darkness, even her pristine white armor looks gray and unremarkable; the digits and data scrolling along her scouter lens are all very bright and easy to read, however. The read-outs don't look too promising.

Styraco and Plesio earn a quirked eyebrow. The shiny black object isn't missed.

Rynn (727) has posed:
The call of help has gone out and Rynn was getting tired of sitting around in Surdana waiting for the weather to behave. So instead she strapped on her Dragonscale armor, got her best bow with its own power enhancement, some arrows, including a few magically infused ones, sheathed her dagger, and picked a mythro blade sword.

Given they had no idea what they would be getting themselves into, packed a few healing potions on her belt. She was tempted to grab the potion of invisibility, but she decided to leave that at home given how rare they are.

The red head then makes her way over to Arokh and hops onto he faithful friends backside, "Let's go Arokh." And with a draconic roar, the mighty red scaled dragon was on his way.

It would not be to long before the red dragon soars over the city, his mighty wings beating the area as he started to circle the location, "I believe that is the spot requesting aid below Rynn." Arokh says to her, before starting to swoop down as people start to make their way inside. Better late then never, right?

Arokh wasn't that large, as he could only carry one rider, being Rynn, but the dragon was still impressive given his fiery colored scales and eyes that seem to glow with that of brimstone. As he touched down on the ground, his wings tucked in and Rynn hopped off with ease.

Arokh sniffing the air a few times as his ear fins expand out slightly. He wasn't so quick to join in, given these were strange lands, stranger people, and none he could see right now were the friendliest of faces, but he did not trail to far behind Rynn either. Those gold fiery eyes watching everything and everyone.

Rynn was soon to catch up to the group, overhearing a bit and taking note of the claw marks, something she quickly went over too and traced her fingers along, checking the depth, before then looking over to the body. "How long have they been missing?" The red head asks, before moving over to the downed body to check the blood itself, seeing how fresh it was and seeing if there was any trail of blood around the body, foot prints left in it, or even drag lines.

Arokh rumbles at Rynn's lack of introduction, "Forgive my friend," The dragon rumbles out. "We heard the request for aid and came as soon has we could. I'm Arokh, the woman there is Rynn."

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Serori's words get a simple nod from the Engineers that Yari has brought along. From her frown, it's likely that Yari's not having much luck either. But the two tyrannos get a sudden, sharp look.

"I'll take fact over speculation, don't hesitate to report your findings." It might be a little too sharp. She doesn't like how secretive the two are being.

As for Tesla? Yari every now and then glances to the massive machine. Her Engineers have even a /worse/ time looking away.

"Time sensitive." She agrees before powering down her scanner.

Arokh's and Rynn's arrival are met with a similar nod.

"Two days." The blood is definitely dried, smelling roughly about that old. It seems whatever they disturbed here made quick work of the poor scout.

There's no immediate draglines from the body, however, Arokh's keen scent would catch two things: first, the smell of something mildly feline and definitely afraid, and perhaps even the pound of a heartbeat from the northern door. The smell of blood from the door on the right, however, is /very/ strong.

Tony Stark (301) has posed:
Reptilon isn't a Confederate territory /yet/, and the Union has a vested interest in helping its civilian population regardless of how this whole Saiyan thing is going to shake out in the end. So when Tony Stark got word from his contact that something fishy was up in Freeport City, he grudgingly stepped away from his previously arranged duties as celebrity guest of an Easter charity event, to go be a superhero instead. Still it's a long way from Malibu to Reptilon even with warp gates, so he's a few minutes behind the other forces to arrive.

On seeing the heavy concentration of Fed forces on hand, he remarks, "Jarvis, better broadcast an 'incoming' to them, don't need trigger happy locals all up my ass."

"How very poetic, sir," Jarvis retorts smartly, but he does broadcast the signal. Friendly incoming, please do not shoot at the robot man plunging from the sky to land at the edge of the pit.

Iron Man stomps down the tunnel behind the main body of investigators, the suit emitting its own light as he scans the walls and floor, making architectural note of the surroundings in case he needs to make a quick retreat. "Hi," he announces, when he's within actual earshot. He does not apologize for his own arrival. He just asks, "So who killed who here?"

Rynn (727) has posed:
Rynn stands back up noting that everything lines up for those two days and softly tsks. "Been nicer to been on this when the blood was fresh and the tracks as well. The longer the enviroment has, the harder tracks can be to follow."

The young woman, looks at others here, but takes a look over at Tony when he arrived, about the same time as Arokh. Its a bit creepy how they both stare at the /same time/. Though Rynn breaks contact first, her attention going to Yari once again. "Has anyone else been down here since this time... or are we the first?"

Arokh gives a nod to Tony though as he speaks, "It is good to see you here." Is all the dragon has to say, before his pupils narrow to slits at the smell, before he goes to step inside carefully on how he moves. Its a bit tight and he keeps his tail low with very slow, careful motions.

His nostrils flare as he sniffs the air again and his mouth opening up ever so slightly. Those eyes of his looking directly at the door to the right, before they start to narrow. "The door to the right has a strong scent of blood." He growls lowly. "Also a strange scent of an animal, like a cat." He then snorts softly. "Becareful..."

Rynn looks over at the door to the right before carefully moving over in that direction, her sword being drawn from its scabbard, before she looks at the others. "Anyone care to do the honors?"

Genghis Rex (114) has posed:
The brachiosaurus in riot gear steps over to Tony and lowers his head. On his breast, instead of a Tyranno or DInosaucers sigil is a star with the name "Roman" stamped under it. Seems the symbol of law enforcement is somewhat universal in these parts. Roman pokes at Tony with a massive claw, "There's a mammal in there? When did they get these?"

Styraco arches a brow at Roman and shakes his head muttering to himself, then kneeling down to examine the wounds on the Garlean corpse. He is NOT gentle, twisting the body around and prying the wounds apart, while the holographic scanners floating around him flicker and fill with data. Styraco doesn't behave like a doctor, more like a mechanic, examining a car that won't start.

"Claws." he remarks, "Undetermined species ... likely ..." He turns his head to Yari, expressionless, "Mutant."

Plesio's jaw drops, but he says nothing

Roman turns from poking at Tony and darts his head at Styraco, his eyes stern and judgemental. His claws finger a taser holstered at his side.

Styraco flashes him an indignant look and snorts lightly.

Roman answers Rynn, but doesn't take his eyes off Styraco, "Place has been abandoned for about 30 years or so. It was scheduled for reclamation later this year as freeport has been growing ... mostly vagrants and lowlifes around here."

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Yari, at Rynn and Arokh's words, points to one of her soldiers. "Get to it."

One of her Engineers goes to the keypad, and begins fiddling with a knife and the underlying wires. A minute or two later?

The door pops open. Yari peers her light into the doorway.

A pair of yellow eyes look back, and out tumbles a shivering, pale, wide-eyed Miqo'te trooper. Her hair and tail's fur are mussed, and she /screams/ upon seeing Shardcore.

"GET AWAY!!!" Yari immediately reacts, leaping over to tackle the woman. Her hand claps around her mouth, and she whispers harshly.

"TROOPER! AT EASE!"

"C...C...Centurion?" Comes her squeaky voice, eyes red in fears and dried tears. Yari gives a slow nod.

"What happened? Make sure everyone can hear."

Then Yari's giving the trooper a water flask, and she drinks it as one of the Engineers helps her get up.

"Monsters! These...we found them when we were scouting! That way..." She points to the door on the right.

Cue the Engineer repeating the process.

Meanwhile, the kitty-trooper continues to shiver. "...The other ordered me to run...big things...like, like them!" She points to the two tyrannos.

"To report. Flanked me, went in there to hide...I"m sorry Centurion!" Comes the woman, already hyperventilating. Yari slaps her, hard.

"Get a hold of yourself, Trooper! A scout's job is to stay alive and report. If your gauntlet checks out, then you've done well. Get to the surface, get some sleep, then report when you can hold two words together!"

The trooper manages a brief salute, before passing out.

Tony gets a swift nod. "We're finding lost scouts. One dead...and you just saw her. Should be two more of my scouts, and two locals Mister Stark."

His sensors would pick up the northern and left passageways to be blocked by rubble, and peering past where the kitty-trooper was holed up proves true. There's only the door on the right, and it leads into a wide-open room.

Roman gets a /look/. "Do you know what this place is?"

Fwoopt! The door opens. Out flies what might have once been a velociraptor tyranno.../if/ one took it's head, split it apart into two, and gave it rows of sharp, sharp teeth and flailing, chitinous serranted tentacles that immediately lash out at the Engineer and Yari near the door. The poor Engineer loses an arm, only to scramble away, while Yari gets slashed across her ceremite chestpiece. That fact that it splits and blood blossoms before the woman draws her sword and bisects a tentacle aiming for her face might show just how sharp they are.

Behind that one, four others rush into the room!

Tony Stark (301) has posed:
"That's Iron Mammal to you, Long Neck," Tony retorts, though even in the armor he has to take a step back to counterbalance that poke. "And I'm here to help, so if you don't-- holy shit!"

Verbal sparring with the brachiosaurus gets put on the back burner for the moment as he leaps forward with a quick repulsor boost that cannonballs him between the arriving four creatures and the retreating troopers. Nevermind that at least two of them are female; he's armored more heavily than they are and so it's kinda reflex superhero action anyway. He splays out both hands at the hip, the kinetic whine of repulsor bolts lancing out from his gauntlets. Quick blasts like that probably won't /kill/ the things but at least he can knock them back to give the bigger guns a clear shot.

Serori (37) has posed:
The emerging beast pings an alert on Serori's scouter, but she's already turning. Light fills her open palm in the shape of a crackling yellow-white orb. Serori holds onto the charged energy weapon long enough to take stock of the split-faced monster making its presence known; then, she flicks her wrist to send the orb soaring with great precision toward its ugly, toothsome maw.

Any contact causes the orb to explode. Serori throws it in an arc, so that it keeps above the heads of her collective allies until it's made its mark.

A sharp smirk curves her lips as more appear. "Interesting."

Serori's hands curl into loose fists, and yet more power crackles between her fingers, waiting to be released.

Tesla Armadia (368) has posed:
Tesla Armadia raises a brow behind her visor at the mention of mutants from Styraco. Grunts to herself. She's about to offer to let Shardcore go first to avoid risking any more actual lives when they have a heavily armed mechanoid to use, but the injured soldier comes tumbling out before she can.

And she brought friends to the party.

But she brought her own party guest. It's not a Hulk, but it does cover the army part pretty well. "Hostiles detected." Even as Shardcore speaks its optics flash brightly and it turns and practically lunges over Yari and the Engineer to tackle the initial monster away from them. "Execution: Imminant."

"Get that wounded out of the way," Tesla snaps at Yari, even as the conductors in her own armor light up, giving it that distinctive 'tron lines' effect.

Rynn (727) has posed:
When the door opens and suddenly some strange dinosaur displacer beasts come rushing out Rynn, readies her sword quickly and a smile comes over her face, "Just like home..." Before she uses that mythril sword to easy cut any vines that try to come for her as if they are simply water to be parted.

Though one of them does cut across her shoulder armor, but the dragonscale does its job, by soaking the damage and fraying off with its scales.

Rynn then rushes in, following one of the tentacles, by stepping around it, ducking under a blast from Tony's own weaponry and then going to drive that sword right into the monster's split maw. "RRAH!"

Arokh though can only observe as everything goes to hell, because while he snarls his razor sharp teeth, there are to many in the way and he is unable to really do much about it. Dragon fire in close quarters to your allies is /not/ a smart idea.

Genghis Rex (114) has posed:
Roman draws his taser and aims at the mutant hoard that has just presented itself. Yari's question is lost as monsters show up, he cries out, "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW! THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!"

Plesio draws his fossilizer and darts behind some debris.

Styraco drops the corpse and stands quietly dusting himself off, still carrying an air of indifference. He stares at the mutant raptors with an evaluating eye, "Sloppy, sloppy sloppy. Such shoddy workmanship ... more of a concept than a finished product really."

Styraco tosses a metal ball toward the mutans, it explodes in brilliant flash of light, designed to disorient than injure.

Roman shrieks and drops his taser, covering his eyes.

Styraco glances back, "Sorry, did I forget to warn you? Too bad."

Tony Stark (301) has posed:
Styraco's flash grenade bounces and explodes mere feet in front of Stark, who doesn't lift his hands to shield his face, because the helmet automatically compensates for the sudden wash-out of light and starts rebuilding the tactical display in cool looking laser lines. "Dick," Tony mutters under his breath, as he keeps pumping repulsor rounds into the monsters as if he were holding the cabin door with a shotgun in one of those zombie movies Pepper won't let him show to Toph.

Serori (37) has posed:
Serori also yelps at the sudden brilliance. Her ki blasts are bright, but that was on another order of magnitude altogether. Unlike Stark, she doesn't have fancy TRANSITIONS LENSES, so she's left covering her eyes beneath her forearm and gritting her teeth at the stinging pain.

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
The great bulk of Tony's suit as well as Shardcore lunging at the monsters has three of the creatures going down. Even before Tesla shouts, Yari's grabbing up the Engineer and dragging him over to a stunned Medicus. The man regains himself, and is quickly healing both the Centurion and wounded Engineer with cure spells.

Meanwhile, that bursting orb of Serori's rains down upon the group, killing the ones already downed, and leaving the remaining two singed and burned.

Which gives Rynn plenty of time to drive a blade right into the stunned creature's maw! The thing gurgles, snaps, and hisses as tentacles flail wildly. Yari draws her sidearm, and neatly puts a pair of bullets in the thing's 'head', finally putting it down for good.

Then there's a flashbang, coughing, and a shriek of terror as...when it clears? That last monster has beaten a hasty retreat deeper in.

Yari's quick to divest herself of her now useless chestplate, helping get the Trooper's stump bandaged up for now. She waves to one of her subordinates, who's getting the pale-looking Engineer topside.

Yari lets out a less than pleased sigh, then waves to everyone. "Let's form back up. Miss Tesla? Mister Stark? Mind taking the front?" She says, indicating Tony and Shardcore. They're the most heavily armored here.

A horrible SKREEEEE comes from deeper in the tunnel.

"I don't think stealth is much of an option anymore. We'd best be ready for...

By now everyone with sensors of the sort can detect at least eight more of the creatures down below.

"/That/." She'll urge everyone on, even as more troopers filter in from above. They gather in a defensive position, setting up sandbags and guns.

The hallway is mostly clear of the rubble that permeated the other two hallways. Flickering green lights filter in as they travel amidst the darkness, some semblence of power filtered down in this area. Eventually, they'll all reach another door. It's been clawed open. Within the next door? There's a panicked group of eight of those split-mawed creatures. It's the remains of a lab, with various computers, medical beds with straps, and most horridly, four glass containers. Inside, are four uniformed tyranno soldiers. Nearby, the chewed and mauled remains of garlean troopers sit around a large brontosaur-like tyranno. Or at least that's what he once might have been; three heads with those split maws and little jets of fire spouting from then occasionally flick horrible tongues in the air.

"Ecksss...periment....subjeckts...." The /thing/ gurgles out half-madly, it's velociraptor subordinates just gurgling and otherwise chewing on dead soldiers. They don't seem to have noticed the group yet. Yari quietly speaks into the radio.

Tony Stark (301) has posed:
Stark gives Shardcore a speculative up and down look, though through the suit this translates only to a slight movement of the helmet. "...Yeah, all right," he agrees after a moment. It can't be any riskier than taking point with the Hulk. His boots clank in a steady pace on the floor as he moves ahead with the big robot dinosaur which probably makes him seem stealthy by comparison. But he comes to a sharp halt, holding up one hand in a warning to those behind him, as they come up to the lab. He very cautiously takes a step /back/ as his radio buzzes with strategy chatter.

Serori (37) has posed:
The flickering green lights lend the darkness an unpleasant and almost disorienting quality. As Serori prowls down the hall, she feels increasingly ill-at-ease, until by its end her nerves are all prickly and overheated like cactuses that have been set on fire.

There's a growl in her throat as she waits to slink through the next open door and 'handle' the remaining clutch of eight altered velociraptors. She follows Stark's lead, and doesn't push ahead despite a distinct desire to fight /something/.

Hyperaware, she looks up and down the hall a few more times, checking dark corners for any potential ambush.

Tesla Armadia (368) has posed:
Tesla Armadia was unphased by the flashbang as her visor filters out the bright light. The monsters are down before she has to do anything herself, and by the time her scanners have recalibrated the multiple signals up ahead blip to light on the scanner.

"Agreed, we are well past the point of stealth." No objection at the suggestion of going first.

Or more so, let Shardcore go forward with her behind him. "Shardcore, fully arm. No limiters active." At the command the mecha-tops activates his arm launchers, the shoulder weapons, and who knows what else that isn't actually external. Tesla just pulls out what looks like a large grenade launcher. "I got this."

The taking one alive, that is. As the arrive at the entrance of the air Tesla levels her weapon at one of the mutant-raptors and pulls the trigger. It fires just like a grenade launcher as well, except when it reachs the mutant target it explodes in a spray of quickly semi-solidifying compound.

It's the same super adhesive that she invented for the likes of super-strong heros like the Hulk. The stuff not only sticks all over the target, but the more they try to break free the more rubbery and resistant it becomes.

Genghis Rex (114) has posed:
Styraco steps quietly around the room, looking over the aged computer systems.

Roman follows him in and glares at the wall, "You gotta be kidding me!"

The brachiosaurus wipes the palm of his hand across a grit covered wall, revealing a long black ceratopsoid horn painted on the wall, near the entrance. Roman aims his taser at Styraco, "You did this!"

Styraco freezes and gives Roman an amused glance, "As astute as your observational skills are, my Triceracop friend, you will note that I have NEVER been to Freeport prior to this unfortunate event! Furthermore, you may want to consider that fact that *I* am NOT the only Dr Blackhorn!"

Plesio taps a few buttons on a nearby computer, "He'ssss right ... this ssssstuff isssss old. Way older than Sssssstyraco or myself."

Roman smirks, "Yeah, sure, I'll believe YOU."

Styraco snarls, "It is NO wonder WHY YOU didn't make it into the Tyrannos, you overbearing moronodon! Obviously the Triceracops standards are pretty low these days!"

Roman smirks, "Keep talkin' and I'll light your little orange ass up, Dr Tailferbrains!"

Pleasio steps between Roman and Styraco, "Sssssstop it already! It'ssss his father'ssss lab! Just look at the computer for egg'ssss ssssake!"

Rynn (727) has posed:
When the flash bang goes off Rynn actually lets out a squeak in surprise. Quickly having try and get her eyesight back as she then spots the monster running away as her vision tries to come back. The Warrior woman quickly tries to snap her bow around and aim down range for it, but by the time she fires off the arrow, it misses the beast by a few inches, lodging itself in the wall.

Arokh has to shake his own hand and rumbles at the antics, before looking over to Rynn, his ear fins raising up with some concern on his face as the other starts to head off. "Becareful Rynn..." He already knows this is far as he can go.

The red head walks over to him and gently pats the side of his face. "Just watch your own scaly hide, alright?" She says with a smile for jogging to catch up with the group...

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
The poor velociraptor skree's in anger as it's caught by the blast of sticky stuff! It goes down, flailing, before the rest suddenly turn to the hallway. Stealth is /definitely/ out of the picture, and two velociraptors turn towards Tesla's creature and Tony! They're getting ready to pounce, just as Yari slips to the side. She pulls a pin, and tosses the grenade in the middle of the pack.

PWOOMPH! A shockwave of pure force hits, and knocks a good half of the velociraptors to the ground, dazed and confused. The rest skree and generaly knock about, before the massive dual-headed brontosaur starts lumbering forward. "Ecksperimentssss!" It hisses out, before it's other head lets out a blast of fire right towards Tony, Yari, and the big robotic creature of Tesla's!

One of the more lucky velociraptors tries to slip around Shardcore, and go over Serori in specific! As for Yari? She leaps up onto the wall, kicking off, and is soon hanging from the ceiling by her tail. A thrown kunai hits the big creature in the neck, and a few seconds later, it flails and looks visibly slower. There's still a few of the creatures standing!

Tony Stark (301) has posed:
Tony isn't in the habit of taking orders from Feds, or Tyrannos, but 'kill the rest of them' sounds like a pretty damn good plan in the face of these monstrosities. He kicks himself aloft, skimming over Shardcore's head and up to the ceiling of the old lab where he can pick his targets at some leisure. To say nothing of being out of the way of that anti-personnel grenade Yari just announced she was going to chuck in.

More than that though, he wants to get a good look at the place. Jarvis highlights and labels the important equipment, and as the grenade sails in, Stark takes aim and with a few deliberate surgical shots makes sure that none of this horror show gear survives either. Last thing they need is Styraco deciding to pull a Young Frankenstein with this stuff.

He follows up with a blast of concussive force at the back of the two headed brontosaurus as it lumbers beneath him.

Serori (37) has posed:
Serori's response to the velociraptor's attempted escape is to grab at its tail. If she can, she'll wrestle the beast to the ground, employing brute force and grappling technique in an effort control all its limbs and snapping jaw. If she really has to show it who's boss? She'll bite it. Yeah, that'll teach it -- monsters don't like being bitten as a general rule. Right?

It's possible most creatures don't appreciate bites, she supposes, but monsters in particular seem to show respect to anything that's got sharper teeth than they do.

Rynn (727) has posed:
Rynn makes it to the location everyone else is as she skids to a halt to find, well, chaos galore! When she hears about the fire, the red head huffs gently a bang out of her face. "Splendid." He voice carrying a great deal of sarcasm in it as she takes three arrows her her hand, then draws one back.

There was orders to not kill the beast, but Rynn doesn't know anything different. Kill or be killed, that was the law of Drakan's wars and how she has learned to survive during the whole time with Arokh. She didn't subdue /anything/, what she could do however was take out some kneecaps!

As she holds the bow, it flickers with a strange aura of light, before she fires one arrow, then another, and another in a quick succession, aiming the shots right for the creatures knees with the bows effect to increase the power behind the pulls.

Those will be some very deadly arrows coming out for those kneecaps!

Tesla Armadia (368) has posed:
    The blast of fire breath washes over Shardcore's form, causing his metallic exterior to glow a bit from the intense heat. That's going to definately leave some scorch marks to repair later. But even from the roaring flames the war machine marchs out of it, none of the spots of his form that are still burning a bit deemed enough of a threat to divert concern to.

"All termination protocols engaged." The gatling cannon over his right shoulder rumbles as it spins to life. Though first Shardcore fires off several blasts from his arm launchers, using their shrapnel spreadfire like a pair of giant shotguns to keep several of the raptor-mutants back. So when it finally roars to life and starts spewing out its own assault of firepower he can focus the gatling cannon directly on the two-headed firebreathing mutant.

Meanwhile Tesla is walking over to where the glued mutant is, as casual as one would expect of someone who deals with this sort of freakish shit on a regular basis while she's relaying to her own ship. <<Send down one of the monster containment shuttles Zero Point developed to the cavern access point. Got a live specimen at Colonel Serori's request.>>

Genghis Rex (114) has posed:
Roman takes his eyes off the Tyrannos as a two headed brontosaurus come charging his way, "Awww, HELL NO!"

Roman charges the mutant brontosaurus as Tony's concussion blasts rain down upon it. As he closes, Roman LEAPS and reels back, striking the bronto with a "Superman punch!"

This: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OODx1YaKxPk

WHen he lands, Roman roars to the heavens then glances down and says, "Come on you big sloppy bitch! That all you got?"

Styraco looks unamused by Roman's physical power, "Charming .." then heads for the computers, hooking one of his scanners into the nearest port, "Somebody's been here, keeping these things alive ... wonder who ..."

Plesio slams his own scanner into a free port on the computer system and begins absorbing data as well, "We'll figure that out later. Quackpot, open a link to Tarpitsssss 3!"

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Tony's shots are true, and in the melee, Yari can't exactly stop him. Big Dino seems intent on frying her, another blast of fire sent her way causing her to abandon her perch and land atop one of those tubes. Her right side gets scorched, and she busily puts it out. Several of the computers and other equipment explode from Tony's shots, rendered quite useless by the man.

Serori gets her prey, and the thing is neatly wrasstl'd down in a seat of chomping jaws at her limbs, teeth, tentacles, and other unpleasantness. But it's when it's /bitten/ that it finally settles down, giving a deep, gargly little whimper.

Rynn's bright arrows quite nicely take out a trio of the beasts, decapitating their bits and leaving them bleeding out. A few less for the Feds to take home!

Then Tesla's gattling-equiped creature starts firing. It's right head is quite literally ripped to pieces from the fire, writhing and spitting up far too much blood as it staggers. Then Roman rushes it, and aims a punch right for the face! WHAM! It knocks the horrid beast right the heck out, until it crashes right atop a gurney and lays still.

All is quiet, and when Plesio hooks up? He'll find that the damag emakes doing so very difficult. Most of what little data's left is scrambled horrifically! But a few files might indicate the obvious, at least: old gene-engineering experiments of a very crude and early type.

Yari, for her part, is busying herself trying to free the tyrannos in the jars. She'll eventually find a button, and the four flop out of their tubes as the things drain and they're released. A medicus scuttles over from the hallway, and the duo check breathing and other things.

Rynn (727) has posed:
Rynn watches as some monsters go down and Tony is over there having himself a grand ol' time blowing stuff up, however the woman's green eyes are locked on the /much/ larger problem that is still a danger, even if it is on its last leg.

The Red head makes a run for it while placing her dagger in her mouth. She may use someone as a spring board, leaping up and shoving off their backside, before firing off three arrows at the large beast. With a flip in the air she puts away her bow, takes her dagger and goes to slams it into the creatures hide as a stopping move, before trying to swing herself around.

This could all go horribly wrong, she knows that, but if it succeeds, she plans to take that Mythril sword of hers and jam that blade right in the back of the head, between the skull and the spin, before twisting the blade just slightly.

Rynn--- is a crazy woman.

Tesla Armadia (368) has posed:
"Oh just quit struggling already. It will not get you out of this terminal viscosity." Tesla sprays the adhesive with another compound, causing the exterior to become stiff and unsticky to handle without reducing the rubbery innards keeping the mutant at bay.

Then turns to glance over her shoulder. "Shardcore, discard previous objective. Escort Yari and the subjects out, just in case there is anything else running around down here."

"New protocol confirmed." The gatling cannon folds to his back, but the arm blasters remain out at standby as the mecha-tops turns and marchs after Yari and the others. He even pauses to pick up one of the larger victims with one arm to assist him out. Tesla already updating his tactical hardware to reconize Reptilonians as protectable assets.

Genghis Rex (114) has posed:
Styraco slams his claws into the terminal in front of him, "YOU WITLESS BARBARIANS! THIS DATA IS USELESS!"

He turns, pointing an accusing claw, "You found one of the lost labs of possibly the greatest mind on all of Reptilon and what do you do? You BLOW IT UP!?!"

Plesio pats Styraco on the back, "It'ssss ok, Ssssstyraco ... this plasssse is pretty old afterall ..."

Styraco, in an unusual display of emotion, shoves Plesio away, "Halfwits and moronodons, the lot of you! Why would I expect anything else? That's all any of you do. Go in, guns a blazing - no idea what you're shooting at!"

He turns his head up to Stark, "And YOU! Don't even get me started on YOU! YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE!"

Styraco storms out, his heavy footfalls echoing his rage.

Plesio is left all alone and offers an awkward smile, "Umm, anything I can do to help? heh?"

Roman plants a heavy claw on the worst of the brontosaur's wounds and presses, trying to stop the bleeding, "Just get out fo the way, you slimy serpent. MEDIC! WE GOT A GUSHER OVER HERE!"

Serori (37) has posed:
Serori holds onto her new 'friend' until Shardcore can come by to collect it. Disentangling herself from all those tentacles is a sticky process, but she's patient, wriggly, and flexible enough to get free after thumping the raptor upside the head a second time. Blood runs down her thigh from several bite marks, and one of her arms is similarly lacerated, but a dimissive 'tch' reveals how serious she rates the injuries.

Not very.

Once free, she continues into the laboratory, where Rynn is still pummeling the Big Guy, and Stark's made a mess with his frolicking around.

"Recover what you can of the hardware, Plesio. We'll see if anything can be salvaged." Serori looks at Stark, and her expression settles into a cool glare. "Thanks for the assistance, Major. It's appreciated."

Rynn (727) has posed:
Meanwhile....
Arokh is sitting on his hunches watching the entrance as his tail is party curled around his legs, with the tip of it moving side to side slowly. Those eyes trained down the way everyone has ran off too and those ear fins flick slightly shooing off a fly trying to land on it. When the insect comes back, he turns his head swiftly and snatches it with his teeth in annoyance.

Though when he hears the sound of angry foot steps marching his way, he can only look and tilt his head to the side ever so faintly. Are they actually done?

However another fly lands on his snout and he waves front paw at it. Shoo shoo!

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Rynn's plan, after that punch to the face, goes swimmingly. Those arrows hit it in the stomach, the already bleeding creature still writhing from the combined loss of a head and punch to the face! Then Rynn's knife stabs it in its other head. It doesn't /really/ have a skull any more, but it does have a spine, and so the thing finally stops moving.

Yari and her troopers are already up and about. Bodily hauling about the downed tyrannos two at a time, there's soon a small gaggle of medics and troopers pouring in to help with the wounded, and to contain the knocked out velociraptors. They're all tied up smartly, with a mix of implements. Even Serori is offered some rope to help the job on her capture.

Yari salutes Tesla and waves her armlet to Shardcore. "Follow!" She commands to the creature, even as she and another trooper haul off one of the tyrannos.

She smartly ignores the rage of the tyrannos not captured. NO, she's not getting in the middle of that.

Unfortunately, the big creature is by now quite dead thanks to Rynn, and finally goes limp.

Arohk will soon get to see Yari and a bunch of other Garleans filtering in and out, the freed tyrannos still quite unconscious. And a string of those horrible monsters being tied up and dragged back to the surface towards containment. A few bodybags, too, are applied to the dead Garlean troopers from earlier, and Engineers are already trying to help the other scientists in the group salvage equipment.

Tony Stark (301) has posed:
Still hovering near the ceiling, Iron Man somehow manages to return Styraco's accusation with an innocent look, shrugging his shoulders as he deliberately looks around the destruction of the room. "Sure, sure, blame it on the mammal," he plays the race card. "You make me go in first, there's grenades exploding everywhere, monsters charging around, but sure, okay, it's my fault the lab is trashed."

Of course he absolutely did as much damage as possible on purpose, but he somehow makes it sound as if he's genuinely affronted. Skills learned in business negotiation.

As Serori addresses him, he actually flips up the visor of his helmet and gives her a cool nod in return. "Any time, Colonel. My pleasure to help the citizens of Reptilon."

Serori (37) has posed:
Hmp. Serori flicks her hair over her shoulder, and she turns on her heel. "I'll be sure to mention your involvement in our reports. You like seeing your name in the Confederate headlines, right?"

"Take care flying home." Pause. Serori stops in the doorway. "Well done tonight, Takane. Plesio, let us know what you recover. Thank you for your part, too, Major...Shardcore."

At that, Serori proceeds to exit the wrecked lab. She'll linger around the exterior to supervise any additional extraction of forces, but get on her way once it'll look okay to do so.

Tesla Armadia (368) has posed:
Shardcore does as he's instructed. Even with arms full of mutant raptor and injured he's got more than enough weaponry to take care of farther problems that thankfully don't surface.

By the time the entourage gets to the surface a containment shuttle has landed by the opening, which the captured specimens are locked away in. Maybe getting to poke at them later will help sooth Styraco's sour mood.

With that managed Tesla walks over to help Plesio gather up what they can salvage of the equipment. "Can't say I really blame him for the volcanic tantrum," she remarks to the long necked Tyranno. "But that's okay."

She stoops down to pick up part of a busted console, the exposed wires still sparking. Fortunately with her helmet on the way she briefly flinched from the machinery getting blown up was never seen. "I do enjoy a challenge."

Rynn (727) has posed:
Rynn pulls back her sword and flips off when the creature goes down. She lands on her feet with almost feline like grace in a three prong stance, before rising back up, cleaning off her blade with a strong swipe to the side, then gliding it back into the scabbard.

At this point, it seems the excitement is dying down and Rynn huffs a piece of hair out of her face that has become free from her ponytail. "Well... I suppose that is that then..." She says gently before looking at Iron Man, "Nice suit of armor." She says with a smirk, before walking past the others, then looking back to Serori, "...also... I approve of your display of combat, brutal--- but effective."

At this point Rynn doesn't really stick around, making her own way out because since the monsters are done and those needing to get out are heading for the surface, far as she can tell. It is a job well done!

Arokh watches as the group comes out and then goes to actually stand up, he watches every, single one of them and raises up his head in some sign of happiness when Rynn actually walks out. "Hello Rynn, you look quite nice."

Rynn snorts softly. "I probably look like a blood bathed maiden... and probably smell too."

The dragon shrugs his massive shoulders. "No worse then a Wartok."

"Oh thanks!" Rynn then goes to hop up on his back, before gently punching him in the shoulder. "You should be nicer to your partner." Arokh can only chuckle at this.

Genghis Rex (114) has posed:
Ramon backs off the dead mutant, wiping his claws off on his pants, "Buncha psychos around here."

Plesio gathers as much tech stuff he can hold and rushes out the entrance.