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legionmissions2016-10-10 11:34 am
unrecovered) wrote in legionmissions2016-10-10 11:34 am
PIIIIIIIPE WREEEEEENCH FIIIIIIIIIGHT
Who| Wash and others
What| Murderworld. So much Murderworld.
Where| All over the arena - locations are in toplevels
When| Murderworld! Late day 1, all of day 2, and early day 3
Warnings/Notes| Violence for days. Most of these have been planned using the almighty spreadsheet - if you want to plan something, feel free to poke me on plurk!
Get pulled from a perfectly benign covert mission to be thrown into a bad Hunger Games ripoff run by someone with zero sense of style or humor. Survive, probably on his own, until help comes or he manages to escape. Sure. Okay.
What could possibly go wrong?
What| Murderworld. So much Murderworld.
Where| All over the arena - locations are in toplevels
When| Murderworld! Late day 1, all of day 2, and early day 3
Warnings/Notes| Violence for days. Most of these have been planned using the almighty spreadsheet - if you want to plan something, feel free to poke me on plurk!
Get pulled from a perfectly benign covert mission to be thrown into a bad Hunger Games ripoff run by someone with zero sense of style or humor. Survive, probably on his own, until help comes or he manages to escape. Sure. Okay.
What could possibly go wrong?
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Which is why that's the one that Wash goes for when it starts to move, running up to it and lashing a solid heel kick at its knees (or whatever passes for its knees). The monster goes down, and Wash works his knife through the caging on its chest and tears through the smaller pipes and wiring encased within. The thing screams through its steam vents, and Wash snarls in return. He glances up, past Casey to the Harrubian dissidents that had been cornered before Casey's arrival, and bellows, "RUN!" He can fight these things. Casey can fight these things. The Harrubians can't.
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But then the screams, Wash's shouts, the Harrubians running...it snaps Casey's attention to the commotion behind him momentarily and that leaves the robots free to take a swipe at him. It catches his shoulder and snags a fistful of his shirt, which provides time for the other one to advance on him. Casey takes a half-second to consider that the one who still has both hands free is more dangerous than the one with one hand free and takes a swing of his hockey stick.
It PLANGS off the robot's head, staggering it back, but he still can't get free of the one on his shirt and turning around to look at it is a lot more difficult than he anticipated.
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Also: dammit, Casey.
He surges forward, heading for the one latched onto Casey. It turns its blank face towards him and freezes upon catching his gaze. Good. That's not about to stop him: he grabs the wrist of the mechanical hand holding Casey and uses his momentum to throw his weight against the elbow connected to that arm, bending it the wrong way and abruptly snapping the joint, breaking metal casing and tiny pipes and all sorts of works that are too steampunk for him to really puzzle out. The steam escaping from the tiny pipes sends up a high-pitched, tinny wail, and the arm separates completely from the elbow. The hand doesn't let go, so there's definitely a mechanical hand and forearm hanging off the back of Casey's shirt, but he should be able to move again.
That doesn't mean they're done, and Wash brings his knife to bear on the now disarmed clockwork robot. "I have this one - take the one in front of you!"
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...Well, he kind of wanted to beat the robot to death with the other one's arm but he's going to half to peel up the fingers which will take too long, so forget it. Hockey stick's fine. Whatever. He aims his whacks straight to the chest, hoping to knock a few gears loose in it's chest. The soldering on a pipe ruptures, joining the chorus of wailing machinery. He can hear the mechanisms grind to a halt and steps back to admire his handiwork.
...When the sound of mechanical footsteps were audible over the sound of crunching mechanisms and dying whistles. Casey looks up just in time to see another mechanical monster launch itself at him, and he has no time to react before it slams into him.
When Casey can actually see again, there are a lot of stars and a lot more open space. He's dangling out the window with what feels like a ton of metal hanging off him. The hockey stick he's clinging to is wide enough to stay in the window frame but it's not going to hold forever.
Did he scream? He might have screamed.
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The thought barely crosses his mind before one of the monsters, just out of his and Casey's lines of vision, launches itself out of the shadows and tackles Casey, the impact and momentum carrying them both into and then through a window-
"Casey!" Wash yanks his knife out of the monster, which shrieks and goes limp, and sprints for the window. There's a hockey stick in the frame and a glove still hanging onto it and thank God Casey hasn't plummeted to his death. "Hang on!" He grabs Casey's wrist in both hands, braces himself against the window frame, and pulls as hard as he can.
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He's trying to keep his eye on the robot while pulling himself upward, but that proves to be too difficult to keep up for long. The clanking and whirring starts again as Casey feels the overgrown dishwasher climbing up on him, dragging on his clothes as it goes.
He still has some stamina in the death grip he has on the stick and Wash's wrist, but he's not going anywhere until the clockwork monster is off him. Or the stick breaks. Or his arms fall off.
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Fortunately - and it could really only be fortunately in this case - that machinery is climbing up Casey. "Hold on tight," he mutters, maintaining his death grip with one hand and going for his knife with the other. When the clockwork drone gets within arm's reach, he glares at it and it freezes. Good. He doesn't have much time - better get to work.
One swift, precise stab between the metal plating on the neck severs pipes and leaves the creature screaming. It takes more work to get an arm off, but after a few seconds of forceful but precise stabbing (during which his other arm starts to ache and then burn; he can not support this much weight for long) he manages to cut through enough pipes and weaken enough joints for the clockwork monster's arms to disconnect at the elbows, joints too weak to continue to support the monster's dangling weight. It falls, a very long way down, and finally shatters into twisted casing and broken pipes on the ground outside.
Wash doesn't spare the time to watch - he's too busy yanking Casey back through the window and onto solid ground. "Well, that was fun."
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But unlike Wash, he spares a glance downward as the machine plummets to the ground before he's all the way inside and on his feet, breathing heavy and blood coursing with adrenaline. He's laughing, but it's the involuntary action of a guy who's coming down from a high.
"That was awesome." He means it. They fought off some monsters and he didn't have to get his guts hosed off the pavement. And he also means it when he turns to Wash and says "Thanks, man."
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Come to think of it, he should probably find the Harrubians that ran off and make sure they don't need help. One thing at a time.
"No problem." He turns back to Casey and raises an eyebrow. "Now don't ever do that again. If I ever have to pull someone off a high place to keep them from falling to their death again, it'll be too soon."