Looking to the right, the hallway goes quite a ways down. There are several doors along the way, but also an open space at the far end that looks like it might be a stairwell.
Unfortunately, it's immediately clear that these hallways aren't going to provide any cover whatsoever.
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"I'll take point until the curve to the right down there. Okay, girls? Let's move, and mow them down with sheer estrogen power."
She winks at Duo. "Boys can play, too."
She shoulders her bag of grenades, then steps into the hallway, staying close to the righthand wall, and approaches the curve, flattening herself against the wall as she gets closer.
[[OOC: cleared with Zed mun first. Hope everyone is okay with Jen going first into the hallway. :-)]]
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Duo falls into place at the rear of the group and takes the safety off his weapon. "Don't forget to look up, everyone."
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She's way too excited about this, even if you can hardly see that through the mask.
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"Oh, are we talking?" she pipes up innocently.
"I thought we were going for stealth until first contact."
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Stairway
The stairway goes up to the main floor without any curves. But there are two pipes running along the angled ceiling above them, and both pipes apparently keep going, all the way up to the rafters over the Main Hall.
And, man, even from the angled view down here, those rafters look pretty high up.
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It somehow manages to convey blandness with high tech futurism, in Jen's eyes.
Jen advances down to the end of the hall - fortunately, her white Shulkie shoes don't make much noise - and looks up the stairway. Those pipes are tempting - yank sections of both down, and she can have two giant bo staffs. Or nunchucks.
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"Look Steph, it's a playground for you. You wanna go up here, or check the lay of the land up the stairs? Opinions, Goldy?"
Leaning against the wall, Duo reaches into his bag and pulls out a chunk of what looks like putty and starts to mold it.
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It last about five seconds.
In the aftermath, the walls and steps exhibit a less-pristinely deco shade of charring, though they aren't visibly smoking.
"Um... weapons check?"
The Fable glances around sheepishly at her team mates.
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Too many copies
Sure enough, they don't seem to be noticing Steph up in the rafters.
But they sure as hell have seen her teammates, as they suddenly drop to divebomb the Deltas, cackling loudly all the way as their metallic tentacles slash through the air.
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He raises Zed on the comm. "Boss man! We just found flying things with metal tentacles. Shoot to kill?"
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"There's oil on them," she points out over the roar.
"Whatever they used to be, they're no friend of ours now!"
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"Maxwell! What the--? Metal tentacles? Flying around?"
"It's Hailley! Shoot to kill? Shoot to blast that son-of-a-bitch into a million pieces and then you stomp those pieces to bits!!!"
"That clear enough for ya!?"
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But she spots the elevator, amidst the weird furniture, which looks straight out of a Courreges photo shoot in Vogue from 1968. Maybe Courreges was an alien, after all?
"Guys! Elevator! Let's go! Anything comes at us, it's getting tossed into next week. Go, go, GO!"
Of course, it WOULD look like the elevator in Scarface, and provide them with no cover at all. Jen runs for it - no point in trying for stealth, after all the sound and fury they've just caused, and when she reaches it, she starts looking for buttons, but of course, there aren't any, because it's just a clear tube. Just like the one in Scarface.
"Zed! We're almost at the elevator! How do we work it? Michelle Pfeiffer's nowhere in sight," she adds.
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"...Shoulda had them deported when I had the chance--. What? Walters? Just a sec."
More sounds of weapons fire.
"...Just say 'Landing Bay.' The elevator is prepped for all Earth accents. It'll take you right there."
"...Gotta go. Taking fire, kicking ass...Good luck!"
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He grins and steps in, but doesn't relax. They aren't close to done yet. "Who's Michelle Pfeiffer, anyway?"
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Landing bay
This place is packed with all kinds of stuff, including several types of vehicles, some maybe even for limited space travel.
But the real stand-out is at rest near the center of the Bay.
In fact, there's only one problem. Well, six of them actually. Are they're already on the move, trying to cut off the Deltas from all the shiny things.
It might be useful to mention that each of them is about twelve feet tall and just about as long. Infected by Black Oil? Yes. And covered in disgusting slime? Very definitely, yes.
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Goldy is staring at the monstrous invertebrates, not fearfully, just purely repulsed. The disgusted face she pulls as she powers up her Deatomizer confirms her feelings.
"Yeuch! Did anyone bring Raid?"
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He readies his gun.
"Scatter, or go in as a group?"
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With a mighty WHOOSH a Crossbow missile launches from the mech and streaks across the Landing Bay with a piercing whine before slamming into the bug with a tremendously satisfying:
BOOM
The Oil is burned to a cinder, but big slabs of bug fly all over the Landing Bay, along with an appalling amount of slime.
And there's also the part where the entire Bay shudders with the explosion, to the point where a large section of the floor gives way, pancaking level by level, allll the way down to sublevel C, barely missing the shooting gallery.
Zed's voice is already coming over the comm, "MAXWELL!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!"
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Duo's extra-messy annihilation of the last bug doesn't improve the Fable's mood. Covered head-to-toe in alien insect guts, she now looks dangerously unhappy.
"...Fuck."
All but ignoring the new hole, she spits a few times, morosely wondering if the gunk has impregnated her balaclava. She daren't check.
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...well, look, she's been cooped up in Milliways for a long time. That's hard on a girl who likes jumping from skyscrapers.
"Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?"
Her de-cel cable is already out.
LOOK IT'S A BIG HOLE TO JUMP DOWN! WHY ARE THEY WAITING?
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More worms!
"Hey, you wanna see, you go out there!"
"I like it here."
"Would you guys shut up!?"
The rubber tubes are jostling around a lot more now.
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"Hey. You in the tubes. Show yourselves! You've got three seconds before meltdown commences."
She taps her headset.
"Zed. More potential hostiles in the Landing Bay. Don't wait for me."
All she gets back is a mixture of static and frenzied noise.
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"Wanga!"
"Shut up!"
"Yeah, shut up!"
"Quiet already!"
"Sssshh, maybe they'll go away."
Beat.
Beat.
"Think they're gone yet?"
"SHUT UP!!"
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