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Re-Entry 08: Video/Spam
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[The cry goes out while the video is still turning on. The picture, when it appears, is chaotic: Felix Gaeta, ashen grey and soaked with sweat and tears of panic, but only for a second before the shaking camera turns on what looks like an empty Western ghost town, caught from a high vantage point, shingles visible at the bottom of the screen.
Not empty. There are snarls and yowls and a terrifyingly organic sound coming from below.
Felix's voice cuts in again, tight with fear. He's not a hero. He's not a fighter. He's the one at the controls, and for all that he's usually good at staying calm in a crisis, it's a lot frakking easier when there's a console between him and it. He sounds a little hysterical.]
SOS! SOS! I'm pinned down in the-- oh, gods-- [There's another furious roar from below; his voice hitches, the camera shakes.] --the CES. Something attacked us. I think Dean is dead. I--
[There's a scream from underneath, unmistakeably human. The communicator drops against the shingles--] Dean? [--and cuts out.]
[Open Spam for Level Two/Infirmary, Later]
[After it's all over, after they've done what they can with Dean's corpse and patched up whatever needs to be on the survivors, Felix is set adrift into the aftermath. He should get cleaned up and then stay with Dean, he knows, or else he should get back to work and keep something like this from happening again. But he can't seem to make himself go to the latter just yet, not with Dean dead less than an hour, and the former...
He's always known that the death toll exists here, but he's never had to really confront it before, not in a way he couldn't brush off and ignore. The truth is that it scares him more than almost anything else about the Barge, even here, even now. It's not ignorance; it's not that he's never seen anything like it before. It's that he has.
The pull to sit by Dean's side and wait is powerful, but in the end, he winds up haunting the door to the infirmary, still red-eyed and disheveled, constantly peeking inside.]
((Right after/congruent with this, obviously.))
[The cry goes out while the video is still turning on. The picture, when it appears, is chaotic: Felix Gaeta, ashen grey and soaked with sweat and tears of panic, but only for a second before the shaking camera turns on what looks like an empty Western ghost town, caught from a high vantage point, shingles visible at the bottom of the screen.
Not empty. There are snarls and yowls and a terrifyingly organic sound coming from below.
Felix's voice cuts in again, tight with fear. He's not a hero. He's not a fighter. He's the one at the controls, and for all that he's usually good at staying calm in a crisis, it's a lot frakking easier when there's a console between him and it. He sounds a little hysterical.]
SOS! SOS! I'm pinned down in the-- oh, gods-- [There's another furious roar from below; his voice hitches, the camera shakes.] --the CES. Something attacked us. I think Dean is dead. I--
[There's a scream from underneath, unmistakeably human. The communicator drops against the shingles--] Dean? [--and cuts out.]
[Open Spam for Level Two/Infirmary, Later]
[After it's all over, after they've done what they can with Dean's corpse and patched up whatever needs to be on the survivors, Felix is set adrift into the aftermath. He should get cleaned up and then stay with Dean, he knows, or else he should get back to work and keep something like this from happening again. But he can't seem to make himself go to the latter just yet, not with Dean dead less than an hour, and the former...
He's always known that the death toll exists here, but he's never had to really confront it before, not in a way he couldn't brush off and ignore. The truth is that it scares him more than almost anything else about the Barge, even here, even now. It's not ignorance; it's not that he's never seen anything like it before. It's that he has.
The pull to sit by Dean's side and wait is powerful, but in the end, he winds up haunting the door to the infirmary, still red-eyed and disheveled, constantly peeking inside.]
((Right after/congruent with this, obviously.))
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Yup, keep going straight and you're northwest. Never leave home without a utility belt full of crap. [ And she's used to snarking and running like hell at the same time, so... ]
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It's not far from the center that they find them. Or just him, now. The ground is absolutely covered with blood and bits of gore, soaking into the dust and staining the ground and the wood of the porch Dean must have run up onto before he was attacked. There's not much person left there, otherwise. What there are are hungry, snarling dogs, fighting over the remaining meat.
Incongruously, there's a leg lying abandoned nearby, but it only takes a second glance to see that it's made of metal.
The human survivor doesn't spot them right away. He's up on the roof covering the porch, huddled and defenseless, his attention on what's happening below him.]
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She ends up heaving a little in her mouth. There isn't enough mouthwash in the world.
The taser seems like the way to go for a start. She turns to glance at Racetrack, hoping the woman doesn't have significantly more guns planned first. It is really hard to fight alongside someone when you have to avoid being shot by them. She whispers. ]
Dogs first, then Felix?
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[ After a certain point, she just follows the animal sounds, the ones that make her progressively more sick - or would, if she was paying attention to anything but the adrenaline.
(Though it does occur to her, belatedly, that she has met this girl over the network. Shows how good she is at paying attention.)
She knows better than to get in the middle of a pack of wild animals, even with a gun; she stops short of them, right near a wood pile and a shed she could get onto if she had to. ]
I'll see if I can scare them off. [ Discharges her gun twice. Not aiming at them, more hoping the sound would be enough to scare them. She's going to make the attempt to get them away from a good path of approach for Steph. ]
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Oh crap.
[ Steph raises the taser and gets at least one of them before the rest start running in their direction. The taser is dropped and from there it's all staff work. Six dogs. She's had worse... right? ]
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Racetrack swings herself up onto the roof, kicking away the wood pile beneath her so that no dogs can get up there. ] Hey!
[ This call being to Steph, whom Racetrack is perfectly ready to pull up behind her. If Steph isn't coming, she'll retreat a foot or two past the edge, and start to shoot.
Very carefully. Breathing before every shot. Meaning the shots might not come that often, but when they do, they're not going to hit the wrong things. ]
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It's an electro-magnarang. So it shocks one of them, and that's five dogs now barreling at her, teeth bared. ]
I don't got this. Coming up!
[ Luckily she has a grapnel gun too, and she's in the air quick enough that a pair of teeth make a gash in her boot, but nothing more. She pulls herself onto the roof opposite Felix's and sighs. ]
Well that could have gone better.
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Don't worry, animals are - frak! Frakking frak!
[ This because she hears the howls of more dogs in the distance. ]
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[ She was riffling through her belt. Looks like she's out of gooperangs. Double crap. But hey, more shock batarangs! And a couple of freeze ones. ]
Why the hell is there an entire freaking pack of angry dogs in the CES? What deity did I piss off? [ Of course, she couldn't know that she's not the one who pissed off a deity. Oh well. She pulls out a shock 'rang and tosses it down at the dogs. One poor thing was stupid enough to catch it in its mouth. Down to one. Sadly, not the injured one. ]
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[On the bright side, it seems to wake him up a little bit. He looks between the two of them, chooses Steph as the closer.] Do you have a gun?
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Heads up!
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A dragon.
A frakking dragon.
Or whatever the frak that was.
Racetrack wastes a good three full seconds just gaping before she manages to pull her shit together and shoot at a couple of the other dogs. Her aim is not amazing, though. ]
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...well, then there's a dragon, and he doesn't even know what to do about that.] What the frak?
[Moving on, he decides firmly, awake now. He calls across to Racetrack.] I'm unarmed!
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Chromie, Racetrack, I can keep them at bay but you two have the real firepower. Can you manage for five, ten minutes while I get Felix back on deck?
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[It turns out it's hard to breathe fire and talk at the same time. Chromie does manage to spit some more plasma at the far edge of the pack, though for the most part it misses.]
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[ To Steph: ] Done. Go.
[ She is going to keep shooting and not waste time on words. ]
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No, don't go down! I've got a much better idea.
[ She fires, and in a matter of seconds she's swinging through the air safely above the teeth of the crazed hounds below and launching herself up onto the roof next to him. ]
Unless the dogs learned how to fly. Then we're totally screwed. How's your grip?
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[...he hopes.]
But what about-- [He nods towards the ground, where both Dean's remains and his own are still awaiting rescue.]
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Whatever there is left to recover can wait until you're safe. Come here, I need you to hold on tight. This thing can hold both our weights.
[ She offers him an arm, her grapnel gun aimed at a building adjacent the one she was on before. They're going around the dogs, not over. ]
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He'd rather get himself out, but he can't say that he's done a lot of swinging from grapnels in the last decade or so, so he acquiesces and takes her arm.]
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[ She pulls him in close, making sure she has a good grip of him. She really doesn't want this to be the first time she drops somebody. ]
Now let me escort you out of it.
[ She fires the grapnel, and the next moment they're flying through the air. Steph swings his weight around so the both of them land more or less upright before moving on to the next roof. ]
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Okay, now we can take the stairs.
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