Zed nods, "Initiate Omicron. Once it's up and running--" Zed pulls out a key and opens a locked, black box on the wall. Pulling a folder from the box, he opens it and hands Oracle the sheet of laminated paper inside. "--Give the prompt this code sequence. I'll be over here getting the defense systems prepped. Once they're online, you're getting them too." Zed eyes the fight. He wants a piece of those bastards.
K meanwhile runs out, blaster firing into every nearby cluster of Oil. He pauses by Venkman and grins. "Good seeing you. We just can not keep you gents away from Black Oil."
The lethal spray of Ryan's XT shot thuds heavily into N, shredding him from blaster to waist. The top half of the former Agent falls backwards to splash into the Oil behind it. What is left standing of N surges upward--pure Oil now--and begins throwing tendrils, which reach out for the Captain.
T stumbles as Peter's thrower scores a direct hit with the proton stream. The once Agent grunts in rage, spewing more Oil in front of him, and Peter can see the Oil popping as the protons make it burst apart. All T can do is thrust out with his arm, forcing the still-oncoming wave of Oil to crest as it nears Peter, K, and Bill.
As for Ray, the lightsaber is ripping through the Oil, leaving seared trails of burnt, crisped ooze in its wake. Y is screeching in rage--an awful, alien sound--but is forced to fall back several steps, fearing the neon hum of the saber as Ray advances.
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:16 am (UTC)K meanwhile runs out, blaster firing into every nearby cluster of Oil. He pauses by Venkman and grins. "Good seeing you. We just can not keep you gents away from Black Oil."
The lethal spray of Ryan's XT shot thuds heavily into N, shredding him from blaster to waist. The top half of the former Agent falls backwards to splash into the Oil behind it. What is left standing of N surges upward--pure Oil now--and begins throwing tendrils, which reach out for the Captain.
T stumbles as Peter's thrower scores a direct hit with the proton stream. The once Agent grunts in rage, spewing more Oil in front of him, and Peter can see the Oil popping as the protons make it burst apart. All T can do is thrust out with his arm, forcing the still-oncoming wave of Oil to crest as it nears Peter, K, and Bill.
As for Ray, the lightsaber is ripping through the Oil, leaving seared trails of burnt, crisped ooze in its wake. Y is screeching in rage--an awful, alien sound--but is forced to fall back several steps, fearing the neon hum of the saber as Ray advances.