Jethro oofs at the nudge in the back, then raises his rifle up to his shoulder once more, aiming down the sights and proceeding forward at the head of the group, keeping his eye out for any ambushes. "Eyes peeled. These bastards are liable to do anything."
Skora has been self-absorbed during the march to Abstergo. She mumbles the most basic of greetings to the new party members, but other than that doesn't say much. As they enter the facility, she checks her pistol to make sure it's locked and loaded for combat. This was her first official mission ever, and she wasn't going to be screwing it up for anyone, herself or otherwise. She marched besides Emily, covering the right side of the party while the ex-slave covered the left.
(Stay with the party, stay on watch, work in tandem with Emily)
*gasping as sudden arousal and NEED filled her she wobbled on her fet dizzy with lust before almost falling before the orcess trying to grab upon one of herlegs limbs trying to wrap about a leg of the orc woman to force herself again firmly needing something solid to press between her legs..sadly there was no male here she could satisfy herself with. Till then she must make do with the cause of her lust driven state.*
Lullana approaches the table where the Orcs are sitting and slams down a tightly clenched fist between the three Orcs with all her might. Glaring at each of the three individually she speaks to them in the Orcish language. <"You would do best to keep your tongues to yourselves before someone takes it upon themself to seperate you from them.">
Annerose checks her weapon carefully and clicks the safety off before getting up and holstering it, then turning to the commander before letting out a short yawn, "I guess when we're so short on personnel that even the pilot gets sent out to do grunt work everything's going to the shitter." She gives an idle wave and starts walking towards the garage.
After watching the new girls slowly fall under the sway of Cassidy's charisma, Emily simply nods to Skora, checks her rifle and pistol, and continues, covering the left side, watching carefully for any signs of trouble.
Somewhere East of Firelight Base: Carmine Forest (Sector 9), Orc Slave Camp (Inside Marcus' Cell); Circe
The lion chuckled, looking up at Circe.
"I'm not a weaponsmith. I do not design these firearms... I merely become skilled in how to proficiently and quickly dispatch enemies with these tools of death - and to teach others how to do so. As for Commander Winters... She promised me solace, peace. The orcs are the closest to delivering this for me. How can you top their offer?"
Somewhere East of Firelight Base: Carmine Forest (Sector 9), Orc Slave Camp (Barracks); Lullana
The orc known as Siven, a burly young male who's skin tone was slowly changing from green to red, glared up at Tereani as she approached. After her challenge, he stood up to meet the orcess eye-to-eye.
"<You seem to have a problem with what we're saying, sister. Why not just accept it as fact and leave us be? You're already a disgrace for choosing a slave before the hunt was over, let alone not receiving a rank higher than Tutonim. Go back to stand between the pathetic humans there, and don't bother us again.>"
Abstergo East Campus: 'Greeting' Center (Floor 1); Cassidy, Jethro, Emily, Skora, Kardas and Ninaski
The group moved into the next area, a large room filled with computer terminals. Many of the terminals still had power, their virtual screens lit up and ready to be used. Customers could stop and look through the weapons catalog, order them here, and then have the firearm shipped to their houses or ships in the star port.
Three men pop up from behind the desk, two of them with rifles aimed and at the ready.
"Freeze! Make any move, and we shoot!" The one just above the group shouts. A little to his right, a man in black and white armor, holsters his rifle.
"Weapons away," He says, "We've orders not to shoot at Alliance unless provoked." The soldier furthest to their right follows his commander's orders - but the one who addressed the group seems to refuse.
"Sir, she's the one who put a bullet between Kane's eyes!"
"And Kane was stupid enough to go provoke some Alliance Soldiers looking for help," The leader said, "Against orders from the stationed Board Member.
"Ma'am, we're sorry for the irrational behaviour of our former employee. Is there anything we can do to help you all?"
Of course, in the heads of some of the group members, they were focusing on Kiera's taunting voice. She seeemed to be purposely egging Jethro on:
"Jethro, dear, is it true that they did this to? I mean, I understand an Abstergo soldier didn't actually blow you to bits... but he had to supply the dumb hick farmer who did with the explosives. It's probably not any of the soldiers here though... I mean, they weren't killed, reanimated, and forced to listen to a possibly insane AI in their head."
"Kardas is your name, right?" Kiera asked the pilot - but continued on without an answer, "What were they trying to do with you? I often hear that Abstergo is heavy handed with their captives... especially you women. I bet you can kill their captain before he even gets a chance to pull that rifle of his up. Go on, drain him - he probably deserve it anyways."
"Cassidy dear, she's not really a fan of yours... Although she has seen a few of your videos more than once. Oh, and she has been inspired by a few of your gene splicing experiments."
Map:
Firelight Base: Sub-Floor 12; Marie, Laina, Ashley and Kalica
Combat Rolls:
Humans:
Marie: Moves to the Orcess and attempts to grapple her; uses 2 EP.
Grapple 1: 6 + 4 = 10 vs. 1 (Critical Fail!) = 4; Orcess is grappled with 12 points (Critical Multiplier).
Kalica: Moves to Orcess and continues the grapple; uses 2 EP?
Grapple 1: 8 + 1 = 9 vs. 2 + 4 = 6; Orcess is grappled with a total of 15 points. She lets go of Laina.
Laina: Uses her orc pistol (green) on the orcess; fires until out of EP or her armor is destroyed.
Attack 1: 7 + 4 = 11 vs. 4 + 4 = 8; Damage: 2 (Weakness Multiplier). Orcess Armor Durability: 15/20.
Attack 2: 9 + 4 = 13 vs. 2 + 4 = 6; Damage: 2 (Weakness Multiplier). Orcess Armor Durability: 13/20.
Attack 3: 6 + 4 = 10 vs. 1 (Critical Fail!) = 4; Damage: 4 (Weakness and Critical Multiplier). Orcess Armor Durability: 9/20.
Attack 4: 1 (Critical Fail!) = 4 vs. 8 + 4 = 12; Miss.
Attack 5: 7 + 4 = 11 vs. 9 + 4 = 13; Miss.
Attack 6: 10 (Natural 10!) + 5 + 4 = 19 vs. 3 + 4 = 7; Damage: 4 (Weakness and Critical Multiplier). Orcess Armor Durability: 5/20.
Attack 7: 6 + 4 = 10 vs. 4 + 2 = 6; Damage: 2 (Weakness Multiplier). Orcess Armor Durability: 3/20.
Annerose Arrives.
Enemy Turn:
Orcess: Attempts to escape the grapple; uses 3 EP.
Escape 1: 7 + 4 = 11 vs. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11; Unable to escape.
Escape 2: 1 (Critical Fail!) = 4 vs. 7 + 1 + 1 = 9; Orcess is grappled with 25 points (Critical Multiplier).
Escape 3: 9 + 4 = 13 vs. 2 + 1 + 1 = 4; Orcess is grappled with 16 points.
The orcess grins, molesting Laina through her armor... When both Marie and Kalica run up to her. Having discarded her weapons after the last attack on the runner, she was left defenseless as Marie literally tackled the orcess. Growling, she moves to shove the woman off - but Kalica makes her move, grabbing onto the woman and pulling her arm between the runner's breasts, grinding her open crotch against the orcess' leg. She lets out an angry roar, struggling to get the two off her, unaware Laina had pulled out the red orc pistol...
The first round that struck the orcess seemed to spread across her armor like green wildfire. Her red eyes opening wide, she spots Laina on her rear, aiming carefully down the sight, starting to fire rapidly at their enemy, the green rounds apparently affecting her armor more than anyone had expected. Roaring in anger, she starts to heave the two horny women on her about, as they claw for depeserate hold on the green creature, sometimes gaining a better grip, sometimes losing - but even as she stopped for a quick breather, the two had a better hold on her than when they first started.
Annerose walked through the sub-floor, her pistol at the ready, Kiera giving her directions as she went. She arrived in the bay, taking a quick look around. The Portia lit up in her HUD, letting her know only the turret was available for use - the Engine was apparently missing. A valkyrie sat to her right... and just beyond the Valkyrie was a larger-than-average wolf resting atop an unconscious human, the wolf about to pass out itself. She heard shots and shouts of anger from the southeast part of the bay; Her HUD showed the names of her comrades, even though they were behind a wall.
Jethro keeps his rifle aimed at the soldiers, moving his left eye back and forth between them as he keeps his sights trained on the head of the leader, delved into his own personal conversation between himself, Kiera, and Archibald.
"Yeah, they supplied them. But that doesn't mean I'm going to shoot them and get the civilians killed. If I were alone, however......""Oh, just shoot them, you neanderthal. They'll just shoot us in the back on our way out anyway.""Both of you. Get the fuck out of my head."
As his internal debate goes on between the two AI's, the LED lights on his head change back and forth between red and blue in sequence from front to back, the number of red in the back slowly increasing then decreasing then increasing.
With combat instincts born of five hundred years of avoiding Alliance custody, dealing with gangs, mercenaries, slavers, and worse, Cassidy reacts near-instantaneously to the sudden appearance of the armed Abstergo mercenaries.
Palms open, her hands snap above her head, and the tattooed woman smiles as endearingly as possible.
"Easy, gentlemen. Stand down, Tin Man. We're not here to compare toys. We're just looking for some Alliance folk. Medical Officer Nanako, and Technician Sharon Hayes. Seen them..? Nanako's GPS tracker is still active.. and points to.."
A moment to mute her earpiece of Kiera's deliberately antagonising chatter... and something clicks.
"...points to this area. Give me a moment, chaps, don't shoot me.. Tin Man, and the rest of you ragged-ass bunch.. Is the VI playing up for you folks?"
Conversationally, thrown back to the Abstergo mercs.
"We're based out of Firelight.. got the military VI up and running, but it just flooded my earpiece with static when I tried to run a confirm on our med officer. Anyone else having problems..?"
By calling Kiera a VI, not an AI, she'd hopefully be telling the rest of her group of misfits to play along.
Jethro turns his head to the right slightly, trying to note the changing lights on his head as subtly as possible to warn the group of Archibald's attempts at control, only able to be seen from behind at this point. "Yeah. I got a blast as well. It's ten times louder when it's in your head." he says as he lowers his rifle down from looking down the sights, his right eye slowly shifting back to a blue glow. He got the message alright, and he knew all too well how much AI's were hated these days.
Circe sighed. She, like Viola, didn't really care one way or another for spiritual beliefs or religion and was starting to get a headache from how difficult Marcus was being. "Fine." She said, turning back to the hybrid. "Do you want to find your 'peace' giving pleasure to these beasts, or by kicking them off of this hunk of metal?" Circe walked back towards the door, stopping before it opened and turning back to Marcus. "That's my offer. Find your glorious death doing something that will help those who need it or die a death for the sport of those who would enslave those who need your protection. Take your pick." She waited for a response.
Emily, waiting for trouble, was not disappointed. "Huh, I almost didn't expect it to be humans.... it seems as if the orcs are everywhere nowadays." She already had her weapon out and aimed at the left target, her assigned zone, assuming Skora would take the right. As "her" man refused to lower his weapon, she kept the rifle trained on him, ready to protect herself. She would never be taken captive again, if she had anything to say about it.
Emily looked around confused as Doc Blue talks about VI's and confusing messages. "What messages? Who is talking, and what's so confusing? Do unto them before they do unto me!"
((Keep weapon trained on known threat. Keep eyes open for new threats. Ignore confusing "friends".))
As soon as they appeared, Kardas' pistol was back in her hands, dead steady and trained with purpose at the group's spokesperson. "How are you to be trusted? I have offered this group my trust once. it was betrayed. There is no assurance it will not be again," she explained firmly in a flat emotionless voice.
She took no heed of the others, instead keeping her gun firmly in place, cold determination in her eyes. In stark contrast of the Kardas of a few moments ago, this girl would kill without a moment's hesitation.
Firelight Base: Sub-Floor 12; Marie, Laina, Ashley and Kalica
The orcess grins, molesting Laina through her armor... When both Marie and Kalica run up to her. Having discarded her weapons after the last attack on the runner, she was left defenseless as Marie literally tackled the orcess. Growling, she moves to shove the woman off - but Kalica makes her move, grabbing onto the woman and pulling her arm between the runner's breasts, grinding her open crotch against the orcess' leg. She lets out an angry roar, struggling to get the two off her, unaware Laina had pulled out the red orc pistol...
The first round that struck the orcess seemed to spread across her armor like green wildfire. Her red eyes opening wide, she spots Laina on her rear, aiming carefully down the sight, starting to fire rapidly at their enemy, the green rounds apparently affecting her armor more than anyone had expected. Roaring in anger, she starts to heave the two horny women on her about, as they claw for depeserate hold on the green creature, sometimes gaining a better grip, sometimes losing - but even as she stopped for a quick breather, the two had a better hold on her than when they first started.
Mirroring Kalica's grip on the other side, Marie wraps a leg around the orcess's thigh, hiking it high and letting the thrashing woman's bucking grind her knee along her slit. She pulls down a flailing arm, rubbing the fist along her chest and encouraging it to open up, interlacing her own fingers in the orcess's hand and moaning happily at the warmth of the body beneath her. She smiles and starts feeling up the orcess, free hand gathering some of the green goop and slathering it over her skin and the remnants of her armor.
((Spend 1 EP further securing Marie's grip, then the remainder stripping and fondling the orcess, in that order.))
Skora allowed her pistol to lower only once Cassidy gave the order, but she still kept it gripped with two hands and her eyes were alert and trained on the humans on the right side of the formation.
She ignored the questions about the VI. She wasn't really sure what Cassidy was talking about, but that was to be expected. She knew next to nothing about her knew "Alliance" team members, nor their organization. She was here expressly to show she was willing to play ball with a group who were aiming their guns against her true enemies.
Of all the people here, the only one she half understood was Emily, who was much in the same situation as herself. On the surface, Skora attempted to radiate confidence, as she had done successfully for years, even while on the inside she was unsure and watchful for any warning signs or dangers to be avoided.
<"I don't think you understood me Brother, let me make it simple for you."> Lullana growls at Siven, taking a step closer she grabs him by the testacles twisting and squeezing them tightly. <"Sit down and stay silent or I'll rip them off and shove them down your throat.">
*struggling to hold onto the squirming orcess she would continue to cling trying to press herself as tight as she could against the orc woman seeking some kind of stimulation for releif from the burning lust that filled her thoughts*
(continue holding onto orc woman and gyrating on her)
Somewhere East of Firelight Base: Carmine Forest (Sector 9), Orc Slave Camp (Inside Marcus' Cell); Circe
Marcus was silent for a few moments, his tail twitching in thought. After a few seconds, the lion grunted as he stood to his feet, dwarfing the bioid. She could feel a bit of a twinge in the back of her head as he walked over to her, his shadow casting over her entire body... Like a lost memory.. She snapped out of it as the lion spoke:
"Fine then. I'll go along with you... But if this does not bring me a release, I expect you to. While you may have a Stolen Face, I expect you to have a conscious."
Somewhere East of Firelight Base: Carmine Forest (Sector 9), Orc Slave Camp (Barracks); Lullana
Rolls:
Melee check: 4 + 3 = 7 vs. 5 + 5 = 10; Lullana loses the strength check.
Sivan yelped, caught unaware by Lullana. Growling, he grabs onto her wrist, glaring up at the grunt. The whelp spoke, but with a slightly higher-pitched voice.
"<You're going to regret this... sister," He said with a sneer, pushing on her wrist with his thumb. It took a few seconds, but Lullana was quickly finding it harder and harder to keep her stranglehold on Sivan's balls. It didn't take much longer for her to let out a yelp, the pain too much for her to continue her grip. She lets go, hoping Sivan will let go - but he continues to apply more pressure, bending the orcess' arm in an unpleasant way, forcing her down to her knees as the grunt tried to keep from yelping in agony, looking absolutely pathetic after her sudden attempt to climb the Orc's social ranking.
"<This is what you get, Grunt, when you step out of bounds. You wind up on your knees, in front of a proud warrior like me, begging to be released. You know what I should do, right now? I should mate you, squeal for release and beg for mercy, like this filthy human slave,>" He snarled, motioning to the naked red hair woman, "<You two would make a fine pair, don't you agree?>"
"<Sivan!>" The loud bark from behind Lullana made the orc jump, letting go of the Orcess' pained hand. She clutched it close to her chest, looking behind to see a red-skinned Juggernaut, the leader of the encampment, "<Touch the Sister again and face my wrath. You're but a whelp! Apologize to the Grunt, and hope Tereani finds nothing of this.>"
The whelp grunts, looking away from Lullana.
"<I'm sorry, sister. Let this hold no feud between our clans.>" Lullana caught the human slave trying to hide a tiny smile after his apology. Maybe they weren't as stupid as the Horde made them seem?
Abstergo East Campus: 'Greeting' Center (Floor 1); Cassidy, Jethro, Emily, Skora, Kardas and Ninaski
"Listen, we know what Kane tried to do - and we're sorry. We can only offer... Hold on," He turned his helmeted head away, murmuring something into his microphone. After an apparent response, the man turned the blue visor of the helmet back to the group, "...We'll modify your weapons as much as possible - And, if you can vouch for the two with the Xeno weaponry, we'll outfit them too. We'll take you to Nanako.. But we can't promise anything for-
"Stow your weapon and show some god damn respect before I shut your suit down, Eerie." His visor snapped to the man who was less than enthused with the Alliance group. After a few moments, Eerie cycled his weapon, collapsing and stowing it on his back. After a few silent moments, the Captain turned back to the group, collapsing his weapon and holstering it also.
"...We can't make promises for Miss Hayes. Sally Winters is currently evaluating her performance to be hired into our company. Her application has been stalled since the invasion."
"What are the chances I'll get you all to shoot them now? I'm calculating 26.43% if I can get Archibald to go crazy for me. Hmm? Archie wanna go crazy? Hmmm?"
Cassidy was slightly more focused on the woman who was giving this 'interview' for Sharon. Surely there were other people in the entire Galaxy named Winters. There had to be.
Jethro releases his left hand from his rifle and rubs the bald left side of his head, then lets loose the closest thing he can to a sigh. "No respect needed. I'm used to a gun in my face. The eye is very off-putting." Jethro says with a hint of sarcastic inflection in his voice as he turns his head to the right to look about and scan the area with his right eye at the same time, a reflex he seemed to rely on quite a bit. Though he was still arguing with the two AI's inside his cranium. "You help Archibald get free, and I swear to god I'm going to take a blowtorch to your neural circuitry.""Yeah, yeah, and I'll still have done my damage..""Oh, piss off. This is my body and my brain. You're the support, not the lead."
