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legionmissions2016-03-12 03:59 am
legionnpcs) wrote in legionmissions2016-03-12 03:59 am
[MOD PLOT] Get Down, Madame President!
Who| Everyone who signed up
What| UP Council Rescue
Where| On Earth, during the field trip
When| At the end of the day during the Earth field trip
Warnings/Notes| Violence and whatnot
The first volleys of the attack are subtle. Some hacking from their support team causes the automatic locks to lock the doors. All communications in and out of the building are also suddenly cut off. It's right when everyone starts to panic that the attack starts.
The two terrorists put themselves in the middle of the UP Council hall and drop their disguise holograms. One is wearing a power suit that's red and the other is wearing one that's blue.
Concentric rings of red and blue energy start radiating out from the two meta-powered terrorists, their power suits controlling and channeling it. The blasts are concussive, damaging pylons and potted plants and the many floating platforms the delegates stand on.
The first waves hit the hardest, knocking everyone off their feet.
"You can call me Proton and this is my brother, Neutron," cries out the one in blue. "Down with Robotica! Down with the United Planets!"
"This is for Xanthu, you traitors to organic life!"
"For Xanthu!"
[ooc: planning post]
What| UP Council Rescue
Where| On Earth, during the field trip
When| At the end of the day during the Earth field trip
Warnings/Notes| Violence and whatnot
The first volleys of the attack are subtle. Some hacking from their support team causes the automatic locks to lock the doors. All communications in and out of the building are also suddenly cut off. It's right when everyone starts to panic that the attack starts.
The two terrorists put themselves in the middle of the UP Council hall and drop their disguise holograms. One is wearing a power suit that's red and the other is wearing one that's blue.
Concentric rings of red and blue energy start radiating out from the two meta-powered terrorists, their power suits controlling and channeling it. The blasts are concussive, damaging pylons and potted plants and the many floating platforms the delegates stand on.
The first waves hit the hardest, knocking everyone off their feet.
"You can call me Proton and this is my brother, Neutron," cries out the one in blue. "Down with Robotica! Down with the United Planets!"
"This is for Xanthu, you traitors to organic life!"
"For Xanthu!"
[ooc: planning post]
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"There were at least six of us left to deal with them," Saralegui pointed out dryly, brushing the dust from one of the damaged pylons off his tunic. "I don't think anyone really went solo."
Perhaps his sense of humor was just a bit shot from the stress of the situation. Or perhaps that was his medieval literalness shining through. Hard to say. After a moment's pause, he peered at Timber Wolf curiously and just as ambiguously, adding, "Can you really regrow organs?"
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