legionmissions | Murderworld Endgame [modplot]

Across the arena, the teleportation storms zap people and randomly pair them up in different places. Then the mercenary Tributes attack viciously.

Arcade is starting to realize the potential threat of having the Legionnaires in the arena. They're far more competent than the Harrubian civilians that have been tossed into things. So he's planning on upping the levels of danger for them.

All the different teams see the same hologram of Arcade.

"You Legionnaires can certainly take your licks, but it's time to make you dance. The audience loves it when I up the ante. So I offered to double the pay of my Tributes every time they kill a Legionnaire. For just a little extra incentive."

Teleported together after the teleportation storms, Grif and Rich find themselves facing off against Wiress.

Teleported together after the teleportation storms, Sam Alexander and Jason Grace find themselves facing off against Foxface.

Jason was not exactly excited about being back near the land of sweets. He'd never really considered himself as having as sweet tooth prior to this, but now he was certain of it. If he didn't have to see chocolate, red vines, or other sugary substances any time soon he'd be more than happy.

It seemed he wasn't alone though and, even better, it was a familiar face. "We've gotta stop meeting like this," Jason said, although he sort of regretted it because it was kind of cliche line. But this was, what, the second time he'd been randomly teleported and run into Sam? Not to mention just their random meeting the first day Jason had arrived.

There was a pause and he listed to what their crazed captor had to say before frowning. It sounded like they were in for even more of a death match. Was this what would be considered the boss battle then, because Jason was more than ready for these little games to be over.

Teleported together after the teleportation storms, Ina and Soldier: 76 find themselves facing off against Gloss and Cashmere.

76 has been around the block enough to know when something is falling apart--he recognizes the last-ditch efforts of someone whose plan isn't quite going as intended. Unfortunately, Arcade seems like the type of person to get more dangerous as he gets more desperate, which means they're not out of the woods yet.

Whatever's happened is definitely bad news--to say nothing of the fact that he's unfamiliar with the Legionnaire he's apparently been dumped with.

But he'll work with it, like he always does. Without knowing what's about to be thrown at them, he's quick to motion to Ina, indicating that she shouldn't go far.

"Stay close."

If nothing else, the last few days (hell though they've been) have been a bit more in Ina's wheelhouse than dealing with learning how to future. Surviving in the woods (...and the desert, and the whatever the place with the unicorns was) makes more sense to her than trying to use a computer or comprehend interstellar travel. So while she wouldn't call Murderworld smooth sailing, it hasn't been as bad as it could've been.

(After that thing with Grif trying to teach her how to drive, anyway.)

The part where they randomly get dropped into new areas, on the other hand, is a bit of a cramp in her style, and she frowns as she gets a look around. One ally. No enemies apparent just yet, but she'll give that five minutes maximum before it changes, and five minutes is probably optimistic.

So she moves behind 76, back to back while they get their bearings, watching for anything in the other direction and nocking an arrow to her bow. "Do we move, or do we stay put?"

He's been here before, searching for Reaper, but he's not going to discount changes to the arena as Arcade becomes more and more desperate to put them down. 76 hefts his not insubstantial gun, activating his visor to scan the area.

"We move. Bad idea to stay still."

The last thing he wants to be is a sitting duck, and he motions for Ina to follow closely as he tries to lead them both towards some cover. Being out in the open will do them no favors.

"High ground, if we can reach it."

Beggars can't be choosers, and any cover is better than none, but she noticed his gun, and she's an archer. Higher ground should play to both of their strengths.

76 nods in agreement—he’s not sure how long they’ll be uninterrupted, but they should try to get the tactical advantage while they can. High ground is about as advantageous as you can get, with the both of them wielding projectile weaponry.

“Catwalks.”

He points upward to a network of crisscrossing walkways, which will probably be about as good as they’ll get. It’s difficult to tell whether or not the mechanical noises of the zone are just ambient, or indicative of company, but he’s not going to stick around and find out.

“Up this way.”

She nods, not wasting time or breath on anything further - just starts moving with him, and scanning the area around them for a way to get up in the first place.

The ladder tucked away against a nearby wall blends in well, but not well enough to escape her notice, and she steers them towards it, glancing up to confirm that there's nothing waiting at the top. "Cover me?"

“I’ve got you.”

When the visor doesn’t pick anything up at the top of the ladder, he nods for her to take it. 76 will wait at the bottom for a few long moments, alternating between watching her ascend—to make sure that she’s safe—and keeping an eye on their surroundings, just in case.

That’s about when his visor locks onto something nearby. They’re going to want this high ground sooner rather than later. He abandons his post in favor of slinging his rifle over his shoulder and following her up.

“Think we’re about to have company.”

Great.

She doesn't complain, though - it isn't productive - and as soon as she's at the top, she posts herself near the top of the ladder, aiming her bow at the area down below to cover his ascent.

"Which way?" She doesn't doubt that he's right; she's gotten the idea about scanning technology even if it's still strange to her, but she can't pick out any movement just yet.

“Three o’clock.”

It’s another moment before he manages to catch up to her, but once he’s cleared the ladder he wastes no time in pointing out where his visor is pinging the signal. The whole area is dark, the sound of machinery aural camouflage for anyone trying to sneak up on them, but he can see the heat signatures and isn’t about to let them escape.

“Stand back.”

76 knows that Legionnaires are capable, but he still very much has a mentality of doing things himself. His visor locks on, he raises his rifle, and unleashes a trio of rockets onto where his visor tells him the targets are.

It occurs to him he perhaps should have tried to get them to identify themselves, lest he accidentally fire on allies, but at this point in the game, he’s fairly sure that anyone following them isn’t on their side.

"Three...what?"

Clock faces: not a thing in her home. Add one more to the ever-growing list of things she really ought to clarify so she can stop getting lost every time someone tries to talk about something.

But not being sure what he's referring to (until she sees him open fire on the spot in question), she's fine with leaving him to open fire, opting to keep an eye on the rest of the area instead. Nothing saying their pursuer is working alone, after all.

He'd point to indicate if he wasn't already unloading pulse fire onto the people who think they can sneak up on them. 76 reminds himself that they have the high ground--they're already playing their cards right. All they have to do is hold their position.

Unfortunately, in being the first one to open fire, 76 has effectively let their pursuers know exactly where they are. He stops shooting just long enough to duck and pull Ina down with him, return fire whizzing over their heads.

She's not hard to pull down, and not only because she's smaller than him. She knows a cue to hide when she sees it, and that kind of return fire definitely qualifies. But -

"Something's moving on the other side." She points a finger in the right direction, though she doesn't get up to actually point at where she saw it. "I don't think they're working alone."

"I see them."

Two of them--he picks up their heat signatures on his environment scanner right about where Ina points her finger. He's on the move and pulling her along before they can get another shot in.

"You want to run or fight?"

Teleported together after the teleportation storms, Azula, Dipper, and Reaper find themselves facing off against the Butcher.

To say Azula was not happy would be an understatement. The creature with her mother's face and voice may be gone but the memories were still with her. She could feel them in her blood, making her body shake slightly.

To help force herself to forget, she looked around at this new area. There were buildings all around her, large, metal things that seemed darker than they should be. She thought she could maybe hear something moving but she no longer trusted herself about that.

She pulled out her knives, ready to face anything and everything that might get in her way.

He's back here again, and even though he's "familiar" with the place, it doesn't make it any less confusing to navigate. It's still full of traps, it's still noisy as hell, and it's still an unpredictable death trap of an area.

He can sense something lurking around, others nearby judging by footsteps, even through the loud clangs and echoes reverberating through and between the large metal beams. The tarp he'd been carrying around before is discarded, only equipping himself with his shotgun and the single round bazooka. Last resort. For whatever it is he might need it for.

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Dipper ran into the room looking anxious. He'd heard the footsteps too, and they'd been coming from behind him. They'd never stopped coming from behind him.

"We need to run. Something's following me -- it might be one of the mannequin things."

Then rhe footsteps stopped and Dipper froze in place, looking back in the direction he'd come from, worrying over what might come out of the dark.

Then, almost too fast for him to react, the Butcher flew out of the shadows, eyes glowing. The glow of his eyes was the only thing that saved Dipper from having his head caved in, because otherwise, the Butcher was just a blur.

Throwing up teke shields just in time, the Butcher punched them, trying to get through.

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But Dipper isn't the only one in the room.

The Butcher turns to look at Reaper and Azula, eyes still glowing.

"I love it when you sheep are all lined up for the slaughter."

Then he starts blasting heatvision in their direction. Fortunately, unlike his superspeed, it's something that can potentially be dodged.

It's a good thing Azula has a fast reaction time, even without her powers. She manages to take in all the new arrivals and then dodge the Butcher's attack. Barely.

"What the hell is that?" she demands, her voice unsteady.

Reaper makes like the mist and gravity drops him like a blast of air. He billows out in a rush when the stream of lasers cut right through it. Again, fortunate that it wasn't as fast a super-speed.

"Detecting extreme heat," he mutters dryly, shoving aside any thoughts of betraying these unknown people for the sake of survival. More is better against the one enemy firing at them all. "Assume any and all projectiles to be fatal. Distract him."

He can use the walls and shadows and crevices around their area to his advantage, to slip into them and flank the butcher when he least expects it. At least, that's his plan. He tries not to lay out the details though, since that would put him at a severe disadvantage.

Murderworld Endgame [modplot]

Tribute Showdowns

Grif and Rich | Oceanic Zone | Wiress

Sam Alexander and Jason Grace | Candy Mountain Zone | Foxface

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Ina and Soldier 76 | City Zone | Gloss and Cashmere

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Azula, Dipper, Reaper | Industrial Zone | Butcher

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