Scene #4203: Gut Check (Fallout 4-1)

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Danse	With the newfound strength of the Cambridge Police Station's radio antenna, thanks to the Deep Range Transmitter from ArcJet Systems' research facility, the Brotherhood of Steel recon team not only has a clear signal across the Commonwealth, but also to the multiverse at large. At least, to those that know how to hear it. Whether they are a first party to the goings on here, from prior experience, or are a new recruit that happened to hear about it from AARs or second-hand from aforementioned parties, another, significantly less urgent job request comes across the airwaves. It's Paladin Danse speaking directly, this time, rather than relaying a message through Scribe Haylen. He had owed them that much. "This is Paladin Danse, of the Brotherhood of Steel. Some of you have been made aware of this through our conversations, but let me make this clear. This world is more...polluted, than is obvious to the eye. A contagion engineered before the war, the Forced Evolutionary Virus, is present in low levels in practically every drop of water or bite of local food. Casual contact is unlikely to have an effect on Elites, as I've heard some of you put it. We've cooperated in research that seems to confirm that notion, but, to be on the safe side - we need protection for those that will be working in high risk areas." There is a pause, since it is quite a mouthful, but shortly after he goes into the details of the plan that happened to fall into his lap. "Power Armor, as I wear, was developed for operation in every kind of environment. When worn correctly, it is effectively a sealed vessel. The government couldn't be certain what the Chinese had: Chemical, biological weapons. Unfortunately, the advanced T-60 model I wear is rare, but a passing caravan informed me of a military checkpoint outside Cambridge that still has an older, T-45 model sealed from intruders. The priority is to obtain that suit as intact as possible. Scribe Haylen can repair a few dents and scrapes, but that's the extent of what we have at the police station." After a few more moments, he hesitantly adds one more wrinkle, "If it were that simple, then the suit would have likely been stolen by civilians long ago. The caravaneers also informed us that the site is guarded by a pre-war military robot, a Mr. Gutsy model. They tend to follow their last orders, until they are destroyed, or you are. Don't underestimate it because of its appearance -- these are deadly machines." With that, the map aboard everyone's particular sort of computer, or internal radar and mapping software, is updated with the coordinates. It is just a few miles outside Cambridge, a bit further along that same road that lead to ArcJet Systems, though taking a significantly earlier turn. At least the land mines were cleared the last time. "To any responding, Ad Victoriam. I'll be in constant contact, if you encounter any hostiles, but a rescue might take some time. Try not to necessitate it."
William Pauwel	Where there is SUPER AWESOME TECHNOLOGY to be salvaged, there is almost certainly going to be found at least one William Pauwel. In some strange situations, there may in fact may be two, like when there are CLONE MACHINES involved, or holograms. But that's not what this is, is it? "You got it, boss!" Will calls into the radio waves. "You just let us worry about the retrieval, and maybe if y'all need someone to give a hand on the refurbishment, I could help out there too! But, you know..." He glances meaningfully over the Commonwealth's wasteland. "One thing at a time, right?" They actually have to GRAB the armor first, after all.
Evangeline	The Neuroi Girl known as Evangeline heard about the reports, and heard the chatter thanks to her natural affinity for radio waves. Once Danse has finished the briefing, Evangeline broadcasts on the same frequency in her quiet voice with only the barest of inflection. "...Understood...retrieve military asset intact...avoid or destroy the guard robot..." Evangeline is flying just above whatever group has assembled other than her. Her method of flight, whatever it is, creates a barely audible metallic whisper that could easily be mistaken for fairy-like. "...I will serve as aerial surveillance...and firepower if necessary..." she broadcasts, her voice being picked up by anyone who picked up Danse's transmission in the local area.
Rory White	Rory White emerges from the warp gate, once again in a feline configuration. Her shapeshifting morph's currently the size of a full-grown tiger or tiger, though with a human face and a blue mane of fuzzy hair. Extra arms, extendable and multi-jointed, are folded up neatly to her back, while each front shoulder's also the hardpoints for a what look like micro-missile barrels. "Getting my hands on a suit of Power Armor of local make... would be a huge step forward. If the parts aren't too complex I might even be able to fabricate new suits and some minor improvements."
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa has come once more to the Cambridge Police Station, though given the views on synths she was always a bit nervous it had been implied about her nature but she should come clean with Danse and his people to be perfectly honest with them. So here she was catching up with everyone else she understood abotuthe FEV a powerful bioweapon that caused a lot of the mutations out there. She listens understanding about the recovery of the powered armour. "A automate drone unit? I won't but I wonder if I could get into it's systems and try to recind the orders? Also Paladin after the mission there's something I need to talk to you about."
Danse	The road leading out of town is as bleak as before. In contrast to the long-dormant trees, grass has sprouted along the road sides and across the rolling hills. It is not a healthy, vivid green, however. Whatever has so thoroughly sickened the landscape, perhaps that certain thing that has a name now, has affected even the lawns of the old world. Where tall fields of grass should be waving by now, instead it remains stunted, despite the fact that no mowers next to derelict homes appear to have been operated in the intervening centuries. The color, as well, almost as brown and dry as the earth it sprouts from, looks as though the grass is dead, even if more than a casual sensor analysis, or a close examination, would reveal otherwise. It passes once again by those half dozen Pulowski 'Preservation' Shelters, with the pile of skeletons of those that either didn't make it, or weren't able to endure past the fallout after the bombs. Some one should really give them some kind of proper burial, but in this world it's rare to be able to spare that kind of time, when focusing on the here and now. And there are just...so many other scenes, just like this one, repeated across the Commonwealth. An unfortunate fact that will one day become clear. The trip, however, is not completely uneventful. As the road turns to progress toward the location that had been marked on the map, a slightly less usual sight emerges. What appears to be the carcass of a cow, but with two heads and with tough, leathery hide where its fur should be, is sprawled half-dismembered directly adjacent to what remains of the roadway, close to the decaying and creaking highway overpass and monorail. If it were only that, it wouldn't be a big deal, but instead, drawing their heads from out of the beast's stomach, several blood-covered dogs turn starkly, milky-white eyes toward the sounds of traffic approaching. Or, rather, they probably are dog-descended, but they look as akin to a domestic canine as a feral ghoul does to a human being. Their fur, and even most of their secondary appearance features, have withered and toughened. The advantage for them over a feral ghoul is that they never had human intelligence to begin with. There is enough smarts to determine the numerics and 'feel' aren't in their favor, but they still growl menacingly at any that come too close to their fresh kill, baring teeth that seem all the longer than normal thanks to their taut flesh. Whether to go around, or not put up with these un-cute pups' uppity growling, that will be up to the recovery team. Also, any with eyes in the sky would begin to see what seems to be laser fire, or at least some kind of evidence of beam weapons, being used in the distance. Coincientally or not, toward the map beacon that Danse had placed.
Evangeline	As she floats along, Evangeline rises higher above the group to roughly 30 feet, a good position to spot danger and to keep an eye on her comrades. The mutated dog creatures draw a glance from her, but rather than engage she avoids them. Animals have to survive, too. And they seem content to not attack the group as long as the group does not get close. Then, her head snaps up as she sees the laser beams in the distance. "...energy weapons fire in the distance...it could be someone else assaulting our objective..." she radios to the others before moving ahead a bit more quickly.
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa looks at the shelders and just makes a face and ponders getting a proper burrial done later for them after trhe mission. The dogs make her honestly sad, dogs are ones the only things native to her earth that care about people. She however moves on remaining cloaked as she gets to get moving onwards doing her best to not set the mutant dog things /off/. Given the signs of weapons fire there could be others about and she didn't want to with alerting an unknown armed group that the team was there.
William Pauwel	More and more evidence of catastrophe surrounds them as they slowly towards their destination. Will's expression is one of dread mixed with a generous helping of regret and resignation; after all, this IS the state of this particular world. But there's still a glimmer of hope in his eyes- of discovery of something and someone better. Unfortunately, all they really get to see are horribly mutated animals. Fortunately, the ones that are actually predatory seem to be smart enough to keep their distance from a bunch of heavily armed elites from the Outside. Will does at least LOOK like a native, with his gas mask, duster and oversized hand cannon. Can't be too careful when radiation is involved. Also strange super-viruses that can SURVIVE all this radiation. Seriously, what the hell FEV? "Energy weapons?" Will frowns beneath his gas, nobody can see it. "Sounds like it might be robots. Were they red or blue? 'Cause if they're blue, that might mean synths, and I don't have explosives on me this time around."
Rory White	Rory White's feline form comes to a halt some distance from the dogs and begins to skirt around their claim after taking five seconds to assess the situation. Engaging them would cleanse the surroundings a tiny amount, but would reveal them to potential enemies in the area... So instead of worrying about them she bounds after Neuroi, using every bit of natural cover available to slink behind. It's immediately apparent why she chose the feline form. They're fast, but can slink low to the ground and use all of the wasteland debris as highly effective cover...
Richard Stadler	'Rapid Response' was something of a misnomer. Certainly, it was 'rapid' compared to traditional logistics and mobilization, but it wasn't like people could simply finish a sandwhich quickly after hearing a radio transmission, hope in a Humvee, and make a road trip out of it. First monitors had to pick it up, filtering the word 'Contagion', 'Virus', 'Evolutionary' and 'Evolutionary Virus' (when your facilities have been attached by space bugs, you have the NSA add certain combinations). Which meant something had to be sent in. Inteligence pointed to organized groups, though not any substantial national government... Boston area. Large force was inadvisable... as was a small team. Not enough samples, no vaccines to whatever the hell this was, and no clear idea of what they'd be encoutering... other than people in power armor, of course. Which could be the least of their worries. So it was a small team, on foot, without mechanized support heading into Cambridge... at least that's what some of the signs referred to. Thier maps seemed useless; general location might have been the same, but none of the buildings were, not to mention anything that /was/ might have consisted of rubble or makeshift shelters. Hold the position around the warpgate with a small unit, a fireteam setting up a pair of mortars, and then sending the person with the most experimental anti-virals and possible Elite status. Which meant Rick was marching down the road, toward the coordinates that seemed to have been set by what his people swear must have been an old CONELRAD set up. Past fallout shelters that screamed 'Duck and Cover', more meant for that comforting sensation of everything being under control than any actual nuclear war. Just like nuclear weapons, in a way: people expected them to be built, but never to be used, and if they had to be... Damned place was different from all those Class 4s. There you expected some destruction, but all of the man made variety. Fires that raged out of control, intercene fighting, and then nature stiching it all back together... not just endless desert and a long strech of road, with air that tasted suspect even through an M50's filters. And that constant, constant clicking any time he thought to check for radiation. They'd thought to being dosimeters, but they were already going red. And, after a bit of walking (including a trio of gunshots in the air for those dogs to think twice about, there was the sign of... energy weapons fire? Damned place look like the war started in the fifties. Where the hell did they get lasers? It meant getting off the road, shortly before reaching the other group, looking for a point of elevation off to the side, going prone, and bringing up the M16's scope to peer at the sight. If anyone was looking to the right, and looking /closely/, they may make him out past the camo.
Danse	Evangeline would see it first, by virtue of elevation over most of the debris and deadened tree line. The tell-tale flashes of light from energy weapon use are noticeable from quite a distance, as well as errant discharge from the coherent particles to any additional sensors she might have. The red discharges seem to be a standard, if ridiculously fine-tuned (that is, weaponized) optical laser. The bright green is significantly harder to pin down. It is almost like an ionizing radiation, but...not quite? Flying closer, as the feral dogs certainly lack the ability to stop her if they were that interested (which they aren't, she's not edible), the state of things and the origins of the blasts would become apparent. The others come upon the same scene, eventually, as well. As predicted, the feral dogs don't care much to pursue, and with enough distance they eventually return to what they were doing, which is chowing down on this felled brahmin. They do hesitate a moment, as Richard Stadler slightly trails the rest of the group, and fires warning shots. They do flinch a bit, but otherwise issue warning growls of their own. They're likely used to being shot at more directly by wastelanders, so they're not too gunshy -- but it gets the job done, and they leave him be. As for what is seen: An odd contraption with a spherical outer casing, and three spindly, metallic arms, and a matching set of three eyes on a retractable metal, hydraulic-actuated 'stalk', is hovering in the center of what looks to have been half a military checkpoint, half a camp site for the same. Several rusted husks of what were civilian automobiles are still queued at either side of the barricades, a few still with skeletons of couples and families still in their seats and at the wheel; likely killed instantly when the first blasts hit, and frozen in time to this point. They were the lucky ones. Also strewn around the camp are skeletons belonging to military personnel, with their weathered helmets still strapped to their skulls, and dry-rotted fatigue stretched across their bones. A few simply seem to have succumbed to exposure, another perished with a beer bottle in their hand, and another. ...somehow the dried blood spatter hasn't eroded, in the intervening years. And that automaton is still dutifully guarding the camp from intruders, after all this time. The flashes of light are from its arm that has a plasma blaster attached to the end of it, fired with inhumanly perfect marksmanship. But at what? Apparently the source of those red bursts from earlier, which are from behind cover in the trees. They, themselves, appear to be dressed in the trappings of the military, but they are far less regimented. If it could somehow apply to post-apocalyptic groups, they might feel more like 'cosplayers' than a proper military, and the Mr. Gutsy knows this well enough -- they aren't in the database! "You want a piece of this, you commie son of a bitch," growls the robot, in a convincing, if still distinctly synthetic, drill sergeant's tone!? One of the assailants gets nailed point blank by one of the green bolts -- and his structural integrity, essentially, decoheres within seconds, becoming a glowing, molten puddle the same hue as the weapon's fire. The others pause in their own fire for a moment, but they at least have some fortitude, "We're taking casualties...but it's only one robot! Collins! Take out the actuator arms!" "Roger that, Lieutenant!" With this tense standoff, and the fact that most of the Elites are being a bit stealthy in their approach, neither the Gunners or the Mr. Gutsy have noticed their presence yet. The flashes of light also highlight that which they came for: Locked away in a security cage by one of those familiar terminals, a suit of Power Armor vaguely like Danse's. It's here, and in one piece! Happy day!
Evangeline	Evangeline has always been quick to action, and it doesn't cross her mind that these cosplayers may not be friendly. As soon as one of them is 'gooified' she radios, "...engaging robotic guard..." to the others then she dives in quickly, arms pointed at the Mr. Gutsy. A sinister red glow forms at the ends of her sleeve-like arms, and a moment later a pair of beams not unlike those the Gunners are using lance out. Except unlike those laser beams, these don't just melt armor. They cause the armor to explode apart. How effective it is against the tough little Gutsy is yet to be seen, but it should be quite a show either way, and is sure to draw the attention of both robot and men. The beams are sustained unlike the short bursts from the laser weapons, and rake across the ground as she passes the Mr. Gutsy, where the soil and rock explodes upward similarly before she dashes through the cloud of dust to effectively cloak herself from return fire.
Rory White	An odd shape showing up on Rory White's overhead Saucer - she goes nowhere outdoors without letting one loose - reveals a humanoid heat signature hiding in the bushes less than a hundred feet away. So after consultations on the radio... She softly bounds across the distance, but is careful to angle her shoulders - and obvious weapons - away from the soldier's actual hiding place. Instead she just turns her head. It bears noting that she's a silvery mechanical lion with a human face and a blue mane. Kind of like a sphinx. "If it wasn't for the overhead infrared I would have never spotted you there, but... there's no hiding your heat signature. Be you friend or foe, soldier?"
Richard Stadler	Well, that was good about those damned dogs. He really didn't have any other plans beyond 'Confidence and loud noise', or it's classic back up, 'trotting back towards the warp gate with empty magazines and a calf muscle torn up by some lucky canine.' It at least has him heading forward to his position. The area ahead of them was... recognizable. He'd been through enough martial law scinearios to know what a check point look liked, and this one seemed to be in operation when whatever it was happened. The radiation wasn't as hot here, but it was... telling that it hadn't been taken back, or cleared... or the bodies buried. Or at the very least, the equipment stripped. The fact that they were talking about supplies still being there with a robot no one had the codes for meant that there was simply nothing organized. Until now. A quick view of the enemy that was engaging the robot, rifle tucked down, a pair of binoculurs pulled up. That was... a military unit. Or trying to be. Just putting on the uniforms and using ranks didn't mean much. Neither were friends... but they were more numerous, and he was betting one of those lasers aganist ceramic scales would kill him just as dead as a plasma bolt- A quick freeze at the founding of some weird creature that didn't look as weathered as everything else. He listens to the words, before stting the binoculors down carefully, and pointing his rifle down range again. "What, do you expect me to say foe if it was true?" He says, voice tinny through the vocalemitters at the mask's filters. "Not really looking to shoot any of you. Call it a fact finding mission. Though if I /reaaaally/ wanted to be a stickler, I'd say I've got more of a right to that checkpoint than you do." He places the scope of the rifle over one of the gunners a hundred and change yards away; Not a head shot; this rifle wasn't good for that. But a quick pull of the triggle and a stataco three round burst was sent toward the one who his underling just refered to as an officer. "I think we've got more of a shot talking with the robot, oddly enough."
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa moves ahead with the rest of the group nd is unaware of one of the oldest elites in the union's outfit was on their way. She moves on trying to get ahead of the group given she can cloak she'll be glad the dogs ignore them and that is that., She sees the strnge thing ahead. She looks at the drone and it looks like something out of a 1950s. She doesn't however think it's not dangerous it's surived for so long because of it. she now knows she'd might have a chance to get into the systems' systems. She knows there's two issues now the Gunners and the robot. She'll try to see if she can get into the machine remotgely it's got radio right? She has got into the roboco softwarebefore but this is military grade so she might ahem, have an issue with it. <<Attempting to remote access but I make no promises.>>
Rory White	"No, I've got my eye on you either way." The Flexbot-Sphinx claims. Though she takes a closer look at who he's targeting before turning her body about and readying to return. "But I think the competition for the Power Armor's getting a little ridiculous now."
William Pauwel	So, the good news is that they find the power armor! Unfortunately they not only find a KILLER ROBOT, they also find... A couple of guys who are apparently soldiers? Or maybe they're just guys who look like soldiers. One of whom... Turns into a puddle of green goo when he catches a chestful of whatever the heck that robot is shooting. What kind of gun turns a man to ooze!? Plasma, if Will would ever pay attention to what happens when he shoots things in this particular universe. "Oh dang, that's another one of those RobCo types, isn't it?" Will says with... unusual inquisitiveness. "I uh. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to... get it to calm down. Seems pretty, uh, you know... Trigger-happy." Especially not after they opened fire on it. Jeez, Neuroi! "...Not that those soldier folks seem any more peaceful-like. Not iff'n we're after the armor."
Danse	The Mr. Gutsy model of military-grade robot is quite a durable machine. It would have to be to survive over 200 years of continuous operation without maintenance, though a few of the armor plates do look a bit weathered and jostled, and not just because of the fresh scorch marks placed upon it by the Gunners' laser rifles and pistols. Evangeline's beams are not what they were designed to deflect or absorb, however. The robot, having a three-hundred and sixty degree view of its surroundings, finally takes note of this new intruder, right in time to try and evade the Neuroi beams. It is only partially successful, one of its plates to suffer intense and localized catastrophic damage. That is, an explosion. "Graaaah," it grunts, seeming to be more annoyed than in pain! What remains of the armor plate is quickly jettisoned, to free up weight for its thruster, though also exposes slightly more vulnerable internal components in the process. One of the three eyes cranes up to look at where that shot had come from, "Scanning -- unknown enemy aircraft. Defaulting to shoot down the communist!" The hover jet assembly pivots around quickly, levelling that same plasma blaster that had gooified the Gunner at the Neuroi Girl! It might not have quite as devestating an effect on her, being an Elite and (I think) non-organic, but having your very molecular structure attacked likely wouldn't feel good, even then. She does have the advantage of being in flight, rather than merely hovering, and kicking up a cloud of dust so that the Gutsy has to rely on predictive algorithms.
Danse	Oh, but he hasn't forgotten the other communists on the ground, that would dare impersonate soldiers of the United States Army! With that one plasma arm still firing at Evangeline, the Mr. Gutsy hovers over to where the Gunners are hiding with surprising speed and agility, especially absent a piece of armor plating. The red lasers continue scoring hits on the remaining metal hemispheres, but being a machine that doesn't feel pain, it doesn't even stun it. Instead, another of the arms, this one with a saw blade, rips into another of the Gunners. "You'll never take me alive!" Says the robot. It isn't completely hopeless on their end, however, as eventually another of the armor plates gets blown loose by more return fire from the Gunners, as well as the third arm, which featured what looked like a flame jet nozzle. Well, that might have been a good turn for them, had their CO not just been pelted by long range sniper fire. The weave of the pre-war fabric still proves resilient enough to absorb at least some of the brunt of it -- civilians were more likely to be wielding ballistic weaponry, and sadly, that's what became the more likely enemy as the inevitable end drew closer. Witness this checkpoint, for example. Still, it's a penetrating shot, completely shattering the Lieutenant's shoulder and rib, and causing him to clutch his side and shoulder reflexively, grunting through his teeth. "Lieutenant! What should we do! Enemy reinforcements!" Well...sort of half-right? I mean, they're shooting at the robot, too, but it's pretty obvious to all of them what each group is after. With a moment's contemplation, the middle-aged man in fatigues rasps out, "...grrrgh, fall back. I'll take full responsibility for this order." There's plenty of these abandoned suits to recover, it's not like this is all there is. Of course, as they begin drawing back, still firing on their way, it's still left to question whether the responding Elites would actually let them. The Mr. Gutsy gives a hearty laugh, "Ha ha. Turning chicken on me!? Get back here and face me like soldiers!" This is about the time that Kotone finally gets through to it via radio link. While this is a General Atomics robot (not RobCo Will, gawd!), the underlying protocols are somewhat standardized, enough that it...mostly works. << What? Are you with the Command? You have five seconds to enter the authentication code, or you will be presumed -- COMM-U-NIST, and I'm severing this link! 5, 4... >>
Evangeline	With the situation more clear, Evangeline pulls away and into the air. The plasma shots zip by all around her, a few actually hitting and causing a sphere of hexagonal energy plates to appear which deflect the shots. She isn't inclined to chase fleeing people, nor does she find that she wants to continue fighting a soldier defending his post. So, with Kotone and others trying to hack into the robot, and with their objective right there...Evangeline goes for the Blitzkreig. She fires another blast to kick up more dust, then moves in rapidly on the armor lockup. She floats there in front of it a moment, then holds out a sleeve-arm. Slender fingers extend from it and touch the computer, then it blips a few times before it turns black like her armor and the screen displays red lettering. "...open..." the little Neuroi says aloud, then with a blip the maglocks unlatch and the door swings open. She pulls her hand back after that and the computer returns to normal. "...objective reached...securing objective..." she says, then reaches toward the power armor. Unless someone else speaks up, it will soon suffer the same fate as the computer.
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa well shit she wasn't expecting something like this but she goes <<Umm America fuck ya???>> hopes tht works if not things are going to go badly but she expect they would likely have to fight the machines. Maybe it will work? This thing is like right out of a American progagna bit from the 1950s and that honestly distubs her deeply she starts moving away thoug in the event it doesn't work and might...be able to see through her stealth systems.
Richard Stadler	Now that everyone was on the same page, Stadler can try it. It really wasn't /that/ much of a risk... or rather, it was, but still worth it. Plasma would kill a man dead, he would guess, and he didn't have the fancy power armor he had to guess only these unlucky sods had. Someone had the bright notion that discretion was the better part of valor, and Stadler wasn't about to dissaude them otherwise. He wasn't going to try to hold this facility. Lord knows how long the robot was able to, but it certainly not a place you could station a group of men for long without back up and expect them to survive. So. Get in. Raid. Get out. Nothing he wasn't unfamiliar with. Except for the robot and the lack of an everpresent moan carried on the wind. The most dangerous part of this was having to remove the mask. He didn't want to, but the vocal emitters on these things didn't allow for any proper projection. Rad count was admittedly low, and he didn't have anything on the viral sniffers (not that he'd be able to tell), but he's just have to trust that, whatever this was, it wasn't airbourne. A quick clearing of his throat, a cupping of his hands around his mouth and... well. The rest of it was simply speaking from the diaphram. Though a part of him thought he might wait for the results of the password hack... sometimes you had too good of an idea to pass up. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF BLACKJACK PERSHING IS GOING ON OVER THERE! I'd have to guess that you're some sort of jarhead robot, because I don't think anyone from the Army had the ability to be this goddamn stupid! You want me to paint you a fucking picture!" He says, taking a risk and standing up from his position. "My name is /CAPTAIN/ Richard Stadler, /United/ States Army! We are conducting operations based on continuity contingences in and around the Boston area for the local governing authority, and this facility contains arms and supplies nessecary for mantaining order and protection aganist Communists invaders! Now I don't want to hear any hardass tough-as-nails horseshit calling /me/ a fucking Red because you don't see the fucking uniform! So you /will/ stand down, allow us access, and /assist/ us in securing these materials or I /swear/ to Uncle Sam, Columbia and /THE ALMIGHTY GOD/ that I will fill you with so much American-made .223 that you'll think you're in East /fucking/ Germany! /DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?"
Rory White	Rory White's Sphinx-shape bounds back onto the battlefield now that she's identified - more or less - the mysterious soldier. One whom she MUST certainly speak with more at a later date. For now she observes Evangeline's... incredibly strange ability. "That's reversible, I hope..." Her weapons are readied, micro-missiles primed if the Mr. Gutsy blows a gasket or something, but for now she waits to see whether Kotone's got ANY shot at baffling this thing. At least that's her intention. But then the soldier starts shouting at the top of his lungs, and the scientist-AGI's forced to freeze up, turn her head... and sort of stare. This one's going to be saved for future replays. After the third sentence, her speakers start blaring an orchestrated rendition of 'The Star-Spangled Banner' in accompaniment.
Rory White	After Stadler's complaint, Rory transmits the sound of an ancient record being rudely interrupted. VWWWWWP. Then this stays playing instead: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToRsqyOrYzw
Danse	The gentle green monochrome of the RobCo terminal gives way to that stark red. There's a slight bit of resistance, as the technology is surprisingly resilient -- anything that runs for this long uninterrupted and unmaintained would have to be, see: the Mr. Gutsy. In the end, though, it is ultimately only a terminal, and a fancy (for this world) interface to what is essentially a more durable padlock. It isn't difficult for Evangeline to control, in other words. The power armor, likewise, is at its core a very specialized computer for dealing with basic life support functions, as well as synchronizing the wearer's movements with the hydraulic and pneumatic servos that serve as the 'power' part of its phrase of a name. Danse might not normally approve of this kind of thing, since who knows what lingering effects it might have, but there's little doubt there's nothing more secure than a Neuroi'd suit of power armor. So...mission parameters, successful? The Mr. Gutsy switches from radio to speaking more personally, and gets it count all the way down to a very angry, "ONE..!!" At which point the plasma arm begins charging and pointing directly at Kotone. But then she speaks up, and these old vacuum tubes take a few moments to process much of anything these days, so over-amplified is the system stage of 'everyone is a communist until proven otherwise'. The half-sensical, and yet undeniably PLEASING words that the young woman said don't unlock it completely or cause it to disnegage, but it does seem to be processing something. "Scanning -- no known pre-war enlistment record." Something about the phrase must have tripped a code condition, since... "Falling back to patriotic heuristics. Confirmed. Anyone that LOVES America can not be a Communist." It's logic, really. The coup de grace is then delivered by a combination of Richard Stadler and Rory White. How do you deal with an ultra-patriotic robot that is so crazed in defending his homeland? You appeal to those very same sensibilities, apparently. The Mr. Gutsy hovers in place, bobbing up and down on that flame jet, transfixed. Through sheer force of personality, and all of the if-else-then branches in its kernel being broken open at the moment...why, if it had tear ducts in its optical sensors, they might bead up. But never cry, oh no. "Two-hundred and ten years without contact with the honest to goodness United States Army. You're a sight for sore eyes, Captain Stadler! I've held the facility to the best of my ability, but it's about time these laze-abouts got some proper discipline!" He...is he meaning the skeletons? Does he even realize they're dead? The arm with the sawblade raises as though in salute. "SIR, YES SIR. HOO-AH. With your permission, I will further secure the perimeter against communist dirtbags!" Well...not all of the programming can be wiped clean that easily.
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa nearly falls on her butt as this happens it worked and she doesn't hate america. Well the old america, the empire? She's not go so much love for but stil eiher way things she getting her balance back and rising up now as she pulls back from the Mr. Gutsy and gives him a bit of a salute. She at least has pulled this off, Richard's people being American, Well from another world? Is a huge help and she has to respect the bot. It's been going for 200 /years/.
Richard Stadler	Attack from every angle avalible to you. That seemed to be the effective response. As well, it was cheaper than mortars and getting yelled at by his doctor when he gets treated for Plasma burns. "Out /fucking/ standing!" Was the last thing he yelled before he hurredily secures his mask, and heads down from his position. The other team was securing power armor, and the unit working in Cambridge could have it. He was here for different reasons, as he moved past the skeletons, toward where those Gunners had been firing. After a moment of kneeling, he had what he was looking for. DNA on those skeletons would have been... very hard to process, if not impossible. Enough radiation does that, but... while not in the ideal conditions, slight blood spatter from that officer should have something. A lean down, a quick swab, and then it's sealed in a vial, and tucked away. Mission acommplished... "Huh." He says, moving down. Something a dead mercenary must have dropped. So they didn't just use laser weapons. A heft, and a quick examination. "Lugging BARs around?" A check of the magazine. "....Forty Five? In this thing?" He felt like he was finding a deal at a goddamn thrift store. 210 years, but some things were built to last. A heft over his arm, as he walked back over to the Gutsy. His voice was still in it's old Master Sergeant mode as he addressed. "Excellent. Keep this permiter secured until we pull out. As we are consolidating stores, this facility will not hold enough strategic value to warranty the continued stationing of a soldier such as yourself. Therefore, under current contingency plans, I hearby relieve you of this post. We have a unit from Washington who held the Pentagon, and they've established a forward CP at the Cambridge Police Station, down that road, about 6 klicks." He says, turning to point the way they came. "CO's a man named Danse. Report to him for further orders." He says, before drawing himself up, boots at a 45 degree angle, snapping a saluate from the parade ground. "Dismissed!"
Evangeline	Evangeline touches the armor, then it starts to change color and she starts to slide into it. In a few moments, her small body is completely inside the armor, which is now metallic black. For a moment all is still, then...the eye burst into that sinister red that showed earlier when she used her beam attack. Then, the armor starts to move, and Evangeline's voice comes out from the mask. "...armor secured...returning to base..." she says, then the armor's legs start to carry it across the land back toward the station, the footsteps heavy and accompanied by mechanical whirring. "...I will accompany you back to base, soldier..." she says to the Gutsy as they start down the road.
William Pauwel	Well. That was certainly a thing that happened. Maybe it's because the very concept of a 'nation' is something foreign to him, but Will looks a little bit... befuddled by the ensuing song-and-dance. Or rather, by the ensuing PATRIOTISM and raw military talking-down that somehow convinces a renegade robot to stand down and come along peacefully, despite being armed by an actual sawblade and a green gooification gun. Some things just sort of... happen in the multiverse, it seems. "Not... sure what just happened, but uh, looks like we've got more or less what we've come from!" Even if it is now some kind of nanomachine colony armor. One that looks like it's about to embark on a machine supremacy campaign. "And more! Dang."