Re: (IC): Oscillation Chapter 2: The Telescope is Broken
The first symphony of death reaches for its crescendo.
Practiced movements come easy to Nyx, reflexes honed, muscles trained. Her pistol barks once, twice, as she closes the distance between herself and her prey. The pattern grouping is obscene, one bullet following the other into the same entrance wound. The Listener staggers once, drops to his knees then discovers if his Machine God is real. There is no pause in Nyx’s motion, she simply redirects with an impressive, if gratuitous, pirouette towards Cipher’s target. (-2 rounds)
Not to be outdone, upstaged, or unimpressive, the PI draws a bead and fires the hand cannon she’s come to appreciate. Instead of effective grace,, Sam’s shot lifts the Listener’s head from his shoulders in a spray of yuck that leaves a spinal stump at the top of a rapidly tilting torso. Big bullets, big wounds. (-1 round)
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Pandora doesn’t dance. Who has time for that nonsense? Everywhere she goes is rage. Especially now with all the noise and urges running through her head. So she rages into the space the Listeners occupy. For every bit that the Listeners are silent, Pandora screams. Ringo can make out her wordless howl above the gunfire ripping through the shitty apartment. It’s even money on whether or not MDR and her ‘runner can hear the Solo on the floor below.
Ringo drops to the floor to avoid the spray of bullets Pandora unleashes, then lunges forward and throws her own shots into the mix. One of the LIsteners gets a lucky shot, hitting Ringo in the shoulder as she rolls, but she’s not out. She takes the impact, lets the force carry her through a door way where she’s suddenly confronted with the body of a middle aged woman in a hospital bed hooked up to a slew of machines. There would be time for more if the Listener “nurse” attending the mirror eyed patient was coming at her with a scalpel and a set of Rippers.
Below that maelstrom, Caldwell is drawn to the stack of servers like a moth to a flame. He doesn’t waste time. He jacks in immediately and attacks the network. Monica moves to cover, massaging her wound with one hand, positive that there’s no possible way she is alone down here.
She’s proved right when the bedroom door opens and a Listener emerges. Small and wiry, the guy races across the floor, bounding like a monkey on meth or a greyhound on steroids. Her last impression before the fists and feet start flying is of sharpened metal teeth below shining reflective eyes.
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Whisper doesn’t dance to the same music that Orlova finds such delicious movement in. There is way less legato and way more staccato in his motions. Anything else is wasted movement.
Maybe it’s having Wolvers waved in his face, but the Solo’s first shot goes into the ceiling. The second shot goes right where Whisper wants it. Right into the armpit of his adversary. Finding the line right where kevlar meets fabric, the Beretta’s bullet punches into unarmored flesh and tracks a path right through both lungs before deflecting off a scapula and doing some internal ping pong that really gets the job done. It’s over before the body hits the floor. (-2 rounds)
Above Whisper, Kenji lines up his shot on the remaining shithead and lets another burst fly. At point blank range (and using the correct rules) the blast chews the Listener to pieces. The first nine rounds find a home in their target, the collapsing body falling into the line of fire and pieces and chunks fly into the air. Martin is forced to raise a hand and still manages to get decorated with kinetically accelerated bits of person. Only the tenth round misses. Mainly because there isn’t anything left to hit. (-10 rounds)
For all his swagger, Lube is left with nothing to shoot at. He would have if the others hadn’t been so effective.
At the bottom of the stairs, Martin takes the opportunity and momentary calm to scout his surroundings. Towards the server room the hallway goes to black, fading out towards a reinforced door that the solo’s eyes pick out of the gloom. The other direction runs down a hall before opening to double doors. Rapidly flickering light comes out of that room. Several gurneys are stacked against the wall outside the door.
And a familiar sense of dread comes ripping through the crew. The same fear from the other Listener enclave, only this time its ramped up to 11. The Demon God of the Machines is watching and coming to claim souls. Martin and Alex are positive, absolutely positive, that they are going to die. Now. And receive judgement for their sins of flesh. Viceroy curls into a ball and sobs. Only Kenji manages to shake off the effects and even he’s scared. There’s a presence in this place. One that shouldn’t exist in this world.
(OOC effects of fear: Lube, Whisper, and Viceroy are at -5 to all rolls and can only move at half speed. A second Resist Torture roll at DV15 can be attempted in 5 rounds)