Into the Black, Part IIIc: Team Alpha

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"Stick close," Zed mutters, as he leads the way down the hallway.

"No damn cover here at all," he continues. "Asses hanging right out in the open."

You better believe he'll remember this moment at renovation time.

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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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She'd like to stop screaming. She really would, and she knows that she's not helping anything. So, from her spot under whatever it is that she crawled under, Suzi has her hands shoved in her mouth to try to muffle herself. It doesn't work well, but it works a little.

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Krycek, busy firing away at his weapon, pauses for a very brief moment to glare in Suzi's direction.

"Can you PLEASE shut up?"

He shouldn't have broken his concentration. A small wave of Oil slithers under his feet, causing him to slip and land on his back.

But he will NOT take any crap from this Oil, no, not again.

The result is like a laser-light show!

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"Yeah, and can I pick the vacation spot next time, K? This one blows." Peter kidded back briefly.

But then things got a lot uglier. T was going down for the count but not fast enough. And that Oil was getting closer to them. Peter then did one of the things he did best.

Taunt and be bait for the team.

"Hey slimeball! Yeah, you! I've sneezed out better boogers than you!" He yelled as he took a step forward toward T and the oil, blasting them both. Blocking its access to K and Bill. Hoping his PKE and those shields will be enough protection for the time being as well as the proton fire that was cooking the Oil nicely.

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Ryan spares a second to glare at Krycek, suppressing a growl, but there are tentacles are coming towards him. He needs to MOVE. He runs around the perimeter of the shooting gallery, using what's left of the props to dodge the Oil's attacks, and keeps the XT aimed at the enemy. He fires, blast after blast heading straight for the black mass.

He'd love to drop an incendiary grenade, but there are far too many people in the room to do that. He'll just have to keep using the massively powerful alien firearm.

He's okay with that.

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The screeching is just fine. The more Y screeches, the more this turns into the demon war that Ray fought in over in Andrew's world, and the more motivation Ray has to get this right.

Not that he needs motivation. If it were somehow possible to store caffeine in the human body the way stray LSD gets packed away for future occasions, then a good twenty-seven* years' worth of accumulated unmetabolized caffeine would be dumping into Ray's bloodstream right now along with his natural output of adrenalin. He hasn't got the Force in his corner... just really hyper body chemistry.


*"No Coca-Cola until you're six, Raymond, you'll stunt your growth. And definitely no Mountain Dew."

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Peter can keep taunting the Oil, that's fine with Bill. He's just going to keep shooting and back up Real quick like as the Oil moves towards him. That tripping and falling back he does is totally a manuever to get to cover. And the "Shit!" He yelps as he falls is a battle cry. Yep.

He's still got a hold of his gun though and is still firing like mad though, so give you can give him a little credit.

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"Case Omicron in effect," Oracle announces, "Patching in internal defense grid."

As monitors flicker to life, Bob's voice sounds in her earbud, "Oracle? We got a situation down here!".

"You're on-screen now, Bob. Stand by for an update." She grimaces, this doesn't look good. She turns to Zed again, "Can your internal defense grid stop this thing?"

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Zed leans over to get a closer look at the screen, a look of alarm coming over his face.

"Marvin!?? You've got to be shitting me!"

K looks back, still firing his blaster. "Did you say, Marvin?"

OK, now K is worried.

Zed starts punching buttons. "If we can plot his course, see where he's head--ahh, just fucking great."

Of course. Marvin is heading straight for them.

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"Don't think we've got time for that," Bob snaps over the comm. "The armory's trashed, I think the Bunny's dead, and--who the frag is 'Marvin'?!"

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Oracle grimaces, but still manages to keep it out of her voice, "Confirming that the Bunny is no longer on my scope." She makes a mental note that he's no longer an asset. "I currently project 'Marvin' to be on a least-time course for the command bunker. Bob, can you provide visual confirmation?"

She's only half paying attention as she gets the defense grid up and running. She's hoping that this will do more than just make Marvin angry.

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"Confirmation of what?? It's not heading for the front door, I can tell you that much..."

And thank the User for that. Bob didn't want to think about the logistics of that thing getting into Milliways.

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Well, Bob clearly can't provide confirmation that Marvin is headed anywhere, only where he is not headed. So of course what Oracle must have meant all along was, "Can you provide visual confirmation of the Bunny's elimination?"

While she waits for his answer she opens a channel to everyone. "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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Bob peers as far into the armory as he can without actually crossing the Front Door. "I don't see a body, but there's a lot of fur scattered around, and he was right in the middle of a big explosion. That's all I know."

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Oracle doesn't sigh. There's not even a hint of a sigh in her voice! (Years of practice.) "Acknowledged, no sign of the Bunny since the massive explosion. I'm showing no current threats heading toward the front door. Keep me informed on your situation."

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"Acknowledged, Oracle. Over and out."