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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.
Unfortunately, it's immediately clear that these hallways aren't going to provide any cover whatsoever.
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"All holes are un-lubricated over here!" she hollers back.
Switching weapons, she fires up her flamethrower again, and starts burning every bit of glistening fluid she can see. This has the secondary benefit of keeping the remaining bugs away from her as well.
"Seriously! I've got the worst case of dry mouth. I think it's all the smoke."
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About now is the time when the small holding tank strapped to her forearm gives out, though. The downsides of insisting on manoeuverability. Well.
She unstraps it, ducking behind a support beam for the moment, and then darts out again to hurl tank, wand and attachments at the eyes of the bug closest to Duo.
"I appreciate your concern about your holes, Goldy, but can we focus on getting Duo to the giant robot?" she yells, over the roar of the flames. "We're on a mission here!"
The muttered aside after that may well have something to do with sex goop. Who knows?
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Fortunately, the Oiled bugs can't see Steph, so none of them are climbing after her, but one bug is closing fast on Jen, and another is coming after Goldy.
The other two bugs are trying to dodge blasts of flame from above, but also seem to be looking around for something. Perhaps the other Delta who has somehow slipped from their sight.
On some level, they seem to realize that could become a serious problem.
But now there's a much more immediate one. The entire building shakes as something begins to rock its foundation. Something is on the move somewhere down in the levels below the Landing Bay. Something big.
Oracle's voice comes over the comm, "All units be advised, internal security grid is now active. I've designated the armory, the hangar, and the command bunker as safe zones. Advise me if you plan to leave them."
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As the new bug charges at her, she stands her ground and flicks a switch on the flamethrower wand. The stream instantly changes from fire to liquid nitrogen, which she then blasts all over the front quarters of the monster, effectively freezing it to the spot.
She stops firing and puts her hands on her hips.
"How many bugs have you killed since we arrived?"
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The frozen bug gets a grimace. The one coming up behind it gets an annoyed glare. It's interfering with the banter, and besides, crawling over the frozen bodies of your allies is just kinda icky.
On the other hand ... crawling up onto the new bug's back does put it at a good height for Steph to swing down in a quarter-circle, so that one booted heel collides with each of the thing's creepy yellow eyes.
"KII-YAA!"
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Duo wipes off some of the bug slime to keep it from dripping into his eyes, and gives a wicked grin as the cockpit slides open, blowing his bangs back with a rush of stale air.
"Good morning, sweetheart. This is your nine o'clock alarm call."
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Damn, they're faster than she'd thought, and she doesn't want to explode slime all over the place again if it's a vector for possession. With mitted hands, she grabs the bug's neck and jerks backward as hard as she can; there's some resistance, and then CRACK.
Now that Goldy's mentioned the lack of amenties, a nice tall glass of icy Gatorade would be nice right about now. Green, of course. Why can't superpowered battles be fought with scheduled breaks for tea, like they did back in the 18th century?
That thought dissipates almost as soon as it coalesces when the building begins to shake.
"Oracle? Zed? What's going on?"
And what happened to the kid? She's ready to start ripping open roach digestive tracks to find him, if he's been subverted into a snack.
"Where's the kid?"
Oh, hell. Still more bugs.
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"That's half a kill at best," she comments, unclipping some randomly colored grenades from inside her jacket and lobbing them to her friend.
They are unprimed.
She then scans through the haze around the hall and spots a tiny shadow in the cockpit of the Mech.
"The kid's great!" she cries happily. "He's in the Mech already!"
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The bug itself is scrabbling helplessly, unable to tell what blinded it but knowing it hurts. Steph keeps her balance somehow, climbing free of the eyes and the giant teeth and swaying atop its back.
She catches all but one of the grenades, and she's totally blaming the swaying of the blind bug for the miss. "You couldn't throw me a sharp pointy stick?"
A grenade will do. She pops a random pin, leans forward, and shoves the primed grenade into the bug's eyesocket. Then she somersaults free.
"This is gonna be so, so gross."
BOOM.
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...this looks like the targeting system for the missiles. Heh heh heh.
He keys the comm. "All channels! Deltas, get the fuck out of the way. Everyone else, get ready for a really big boom. YEE-HAH!"
Duo presses the big red button.