Into the Black, Part IIIc: Team Alpha

[bring_a_sponge]

"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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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter was shocked, but Ray's yelling with the voice helped for him to shut off the shield.

Oh hell... Can we go home now? Please?



...For the love of god?

...Mommy?

Still staring in absolute horror, Peter finally replied, ".....That's a damn good question. Anybody got ideas? Because I for one *definitely* don't want to be eaten by giant toothed fish bait..."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan's frozen absolutely still for a moment as he tries to comprehend two things. One, Agent N is no longer a concern. This is due to the second thing he's trying to comprehend: HUGE FUCKING ALIEN.

This can't be good.

It's the stench that starts him moving again, not that the room hasn't been smelling like burnt Oil, burnt flesh, aggression, fear, and so on and so forth, but that thing smells like a trash dump. Ryan's trying not to gag when Ray starts yelling about the shields attracting the damn thing. He flicks his own off in a second and turns to look for Suzi to make sure she's done the same.

That's when he notices she's stopped screaming.

He runs for her hiding spot, sliding to a stop and kneeling in front of her still form. He reaches out a hand, but can't get closer to her skin than a few inches. Her shield is still on.

And the floor is vibrating rather badly.

"Wake up, please, Suzi, wake up!" he says roughly, starting to shake her. He knows she shouldn't be moved, but better to deal with disorientation than digestion.

There's a shadow.

"Oh, fuck," he says, looking up.

[bring_a_sponge]

Marvin barely even knows where he is, the Oil has him so amped up. But he'd always been the worst-tempered unipod, so the idea of devouring all the annoying little things in this room, just to make that maddening buzzing in his head go away, sounds like a really, really good idea.

K is firing already--unipods aren't exactly a new thing for him--but his blaster isn't having much effect, thanks to the Oil. "Chief! We need the unipod tranq serum now!"

"That is the last time," Zed roars, "The very last, fucking time we place that reorder with Jeebs!"

...And, look, there are two of those annoying little things now, right where Marvin wants them. The unipod's jaws open wide and with a SNAP, in one terrible, fluid motion, devour Ryan and Suzi whole.....

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Really, she should have seen this coming. Oracle is supposed to anticipate problems which may arise during a mission. Anticipate them and make plans to counter them.

But, really, this one has been a little... weird. Oddly enough, she did have a contingency for giant worm-like aliens. Unfortunately that plan required Ryan to be outside the alien in question.

"Crap." But don't worry, she'll think of something if you give her half an hour or so.

[gone_byebye]

Okayokayokaythatwasn'tgoodumyeahum-

"Peter! The eyes! Aim for the eyes!" Ray shouts. "Somebody throw a switched-on belt across the room! I think we can get them out if he exposes a flank!"

Because, well, sabers can cut into starship hulls, right? So a worm totally isn't gonna be a problem as long as it's not trying to EAT the guy trying to cut the abdominal wall open...

It's something of a toss-up as to whether this is a Jedi knows not fear or just Ray has the survival instincts of an eggplant, but if it's the latter, at least he's a useful sort of eggplant.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Oh. Fuck. Me." Bill says, for the first time letting his firing stop because gaping up at the GIANT FUCKING WORM is about the only thing he can do.

Then Ray's shouting snaps him out of it and he starts fumbling with the pack trying to shut the damn thing off. He gets it turned off and brings his weapon up in time to witness Suzi and Ryan being swallowed.

"SUZI!" He screams and starts shooting, hoping he's not going to hit them and praying that there's a reason for him to worry about hitting them because somehow they're still alive.

Ray shouts out again and Bill holsters the gun and pulls off the pouch, switching it on and throwing it. "There it goes!" He shouts out.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter really wanted to scream, flail, go home, ANYTHING other than be here right now.

"...Sometimes...I really miss Gozer," he muttered.


But then Ray's orders sunk in, and he yelled, "On it, Ray!"

Peter then summoned every single ounce of courage and insanity/sanity that he possessed.

"HEY FISH BAIT! You hungry? How about the daily special, served smoking hot!" He aimed upward to where he assumed were the eyes, and fired.

[livewithrats.livejournal.com]

There's yelling, there's chaos, there's smoke and things being fired everywhere and how Krycek can still manage to think is so beyond him --

-- he grabs a smoke grenade from his belt and, just as the creature opens its mouth to roar, throws it as hard as he can into the worm's mouth.

[bring_a_sponge]

Suddenly the little things have become a hell of a lot more annoying for Marvin. The buzzing sound was bad enough, and now there's one trying to get away--. The unipod turns to go straight for the belt that Bill just threw.

Marvin roars as Peter's proton stream blasts him in the eyes, and then comes up short with a massive coughing fit as Krycek's smoke grenade goes off in his mouth.

The unipod's momentum still carries him right through the wall and into the hallway beyond, but Team Alpha has just stopped Marvin in his tracks.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan latched on to Suzi, pulling her in close, as the alien snapped them up. The sense of touch is about the only thing that's working right now (besides smell) and he makes sure not to let go of the smooth shell of her shield as they're both swallowed.

A moment later and there's a brief sharp tang of ozone as his own shield comes back on, but it's quickly lost to...whatever the hell this thing's been eating. He's trying to hold his breath, but when you're completely surrounded by something's digestive track, it's a bit difficult.

He reaches the free hand for one of his pockets and hopes the shields will hold up for what he has in mind.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Being in the worm is enough to wake her up. She doesn't start screaming again, which is to her credit. She does cling to the nothing that means Richard under these circumstances, whimpering softly.

She'll throw up pretty soon.

[maxwellsdemon02]

There's another roaring noise heading down towards team Alpha. But it's not a huge worm, oh no.

This is the sound of a blast of superheated air slowing the fall of a forty ton mech. That helps a little, but it's still a long drop for a big machine.

THOOM.

Inside the cockpit, Duo stares at the worm. Then, he readies the flame thrower, and both missile launchers and keys the comm. "All channels! Someone order some back-up?"

This thing is freakin' huge. Makes for plenty of area where he can shoot and not hit whoever's inside, though. He aims for halfway down the tail and launches.

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

She-Hulk's hitched a ride down with Duo, and stands on top of the mech, braced with slightly bent knees for impact. It's kind of like surfing, if surfing didn't involve waves or water or surfboards.

The vision is something that should probably be immortalized in certain exotic foreign publications that cater to a specialized readership.

There is a reason that there is an entire class of beings in Jen's universe are categorized as "Hulk level threats." Marv has now been mentally put into that category, and since there's no Hulk around, the She-Hulk will have to do.

"You need a lesson in etiquette, you obnoxious specimen of Annelida putridus."

The quickest way in is through the front door. So what if it's lined with twenty four inch teeth? Jen's betting the softest part of Marv is his mouth, and she's guessing that if she can stop his mouth from working and do her best to rearrange his salients, it'll slow him down. She leaps for the top of what passes for his head, the fleshy hump above his maw, landing and finding her balance by grabbing for the upper rim of his mouth, yanking it back.

"Felony assault. Atempted murder. Snacking without permission. Lack of respect for personal space."

She puts everything, every ounce of gamma-imbued power she has into the punch, slamming her left fist downwards, puncturing flesh with a sickening wet sound. She knows she can hit with the power of a seventy ton piledriver - that's been measured. Her arm sinks in almost to the elbow, but Marv rocks with the impact. That's her cue, and she hits with her right, going for as much carnage as she can, raining down blows repeatedly. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

There's no one she knows here, so she can get away with saying it.

"SHE-HULK SMASH!"

God, that felt good. She's always wanted to do that.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan's getting a little frantic at the lack of oxygen as he tries to get his pocket open. Yes! He's got-no wait, wait, HA! There they are! Ryan pulls out his concussion grenades, all two of them, pulls the pins, and pushes the canisters behind him. He pulls Suzi so she's centred in front of his body, protected as best she can be from the blast.



A section of the worm's side bursts open in a shower of guts and gore, Ryan and Suzi completely covered by the wave of goo. Air! He draws a deep breath, hacking and gagging past the smell, already starting to shake an arm free of the goop.




Bloody charming, this is.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter was pretty close by with the firing on the eyes so some of the shower hit him.

"AUUUGH! UGH!" He had to turn off the proton fire for a moment since some of the blood got in his eyes. Not good. No shield and can't see right now. Not a good place or situation to be.

[gone_byebye]

"Well, bleah," says Ray, who doesn't appear to have noticed that he's pretty well coated in alien yuk himself by this point. "Pete! It's okay, I've got you covered!"

Our friendly neighborhood eggplant is gonna put himself between Venkman and the giant splodey smushey splattery WORM OF OH MY GOD THE SMELL, WHAT THE HELL DID THAT THING EAT LAST, and slice up anything that gets too SERIOUSLY, WHERE DOES THIS THING HANG OUT, THAT'S JUST NASTY near before Pete can see again.

I MEAN, IT SMELLS LIKE FEET. AND BARF.

MAYBE IT ATE FEET.

TAXICAB FEET.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

It takes Suzi longer than Ryan to start breathing together. She's still clinging to him...but by the time Ray is covering Peter, Suzi is needing to throw up.

She's adding hallucinations to the actual trauma going on.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

This whole thing is fucking nuts. Oil taking over people, giant worms swallowing his friends, robots and green women falling from the sky. Hell, he's just going to keep shooting until someone gives the all clear.

The explosion from inside the worm is both shocking and heartening. Shocking because it was an explosion from a Giant Worm and it throws muck everywhere including on him. The heart because he sees Ryan and Suzi. Ryan's moving a lot more then she is but Bill is still hopeful she's alright.

After that though his great plan to keep firing is thwarted when the weapon he's holding refuses to follow through after his trigger pulling. Swearing loudly he starts to pat himself down for one of the clip things he brought. He touches his shirt pocket and feels the bulge there from the other gun he picked up. The tiny one.

With the worm thing still kicking, or slithering, whatever, Bill has run out of weapons and so pulls out the small gun, takes aim and fires.

BZZOOW!

"SHHHHIIIITTTT!!!" The blast is insanely powerful, taking out another huge section of the worm and sending Bill flying backwards. He sails through the air, landing on his back and skidding even further through worm, agent and oil muck coating the floor.

[bring_a_sponge]

Marvin's had better days. He thought (as much as he could be said to think) the annoying little things would be an easy snack, crunchy on the way down, and he never liked the Black Suits anyway.

But now those annoying little things had let him have it but good. Exploding, proton-blasting, not to mention the biggest punch to the head in unipod history (as much as they could be said to have a history).

Marvin might have had one more go in him, but not after a multi-ton two-step on his head, courtesy of a certain mech.

With one final shudder, Marvin collapses for good.