** [The Slavic Hero stands at an imposing...] points at the woman with the beret then the magazine.
** Santiago takes the magazines
Mia says, "I-...what?"
[LOOC] Fernando Whitmore (Cortez): LMFAO
** A Woman in the magazine looked very similar to her.
Santiago says, "PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT."
** Alina 'Falcon' Chornyi smirked.
Santiago says, "HAHAHAHA."
Mia says, "NO!"
** [The Slavic Hero stands at an imposing...] laughs heartily.
** Santiago began laughing
** Brother Cortez begins laughing uncontrollably
Mia says, "Quiet!"
Alina 'Falcon' Chornyi says, "Damn Mia... didn't know you were a model."
** Brother Cortez snickers
Mia says, "I'M NOT!"
Alina 'Falcon' Chornyi says, "Not a bad look..."
** The Russians laugh sounds like a dying bear.
Mia says, "ALINA!"
Santiago says, "I FUCKING CANT."
Mia says, "NOT MEE!"
[The Slavic Hero stands at an imposing...] says, "*Russian Gibberish.*."
** Alina 'Falcon' Chornyi clicked her tounge, staring a little bit at the magazine then back to Mia.
Alina 'Falcon' Chornyi says, "You sure that isn't you?"
Mouse yells, "Colonel? If you can hear me there are two women wanting to chat with you. One of them is from a porn magazine, the other a dwarf."
Mia yells, "TWINK, SHUT UP."
[An old man, spry for his age, well ke...] yells, "Hold on I'll be out in a moment."
Mother to admins: How I make text color
*Console to admins: test
You to admins: uhh
You to admins: hi consol
*Console to admins: @Mother /textadd <color=255,0,255>Gay
You to admins: LMFAO
Mother to admins: Why r u gay
T-680.BCU.2152 to admins: who in the console?
*Console to admins: bloody
A hybrid S2RP-S2K with a new manifestation of humanity's tormentors. Some recreations of lost emotes present, and condensed for cinematic effect.
At the Radio Station...
** The stomping outside ceases suddenly, a loud whirring right outside the door before the handle groans under stress, the door slamming open.
** The machine stomps forwards, almost unsteadily, as if suddenly bearing a great weight upon it's shoulders, eyes flickering, servos groaning, pistons hissing and the whole machine jolting erratically. Yet- the obvious battle damage does not appear to be the cause... T-655.BCU.2152 says "<:: CONCIOUSNESS TRANSFERRAL PROTOCOL COMPLETE: REMOTE UPLINK ESTABLISHED. ::>"
** T-655.BCU.2152's movements stabilize, slightly, as it's head jolts about the interior, jerkily, unsteadily, wearing a skin infinitesimally too small for it's presence. It looks about the ruined interior of the radio station slowly...
** The thing's weapon raises, no longer held pointed, but rather, almost casually, towards the ceiling.
** T-655.BCU.2152 stomps towards the chemistry bench, "<:: PRESENCE-evidence-TRACE of existence-SUBSISTENCE-resistance..." With a surprisingly ginger touch, it picks up one of the beakers, inspecting it in the dim light, the whir of it's optics noisy in the silent station.
** T-655.BCU.2152 slowly puts the glass down, before a jolt runs through it, and it knocks it instead into the sink, where it shatters. The machine's optics are already elsewhere, locked onto a strange, near-humanoid statue of ceramic.
** T-655.BCU.2152's heavy footfalls slowly approach the odd shrine, vocal processor barking a strained, tortured machine-like screech at it "<:: INTEROGATIVE: SHRINE-Holy site-RELIQUARY? ::>" The firearm secured crudely to the rosy-cheeked statue remains silent, as 2152's optics observe.
** The radio nearby crackles, and the head of the manifestation snaps to the side, it's own metal groaning in protest at the movement, as it's body twists, marching towards the new source of interest. A crude broadcast station in place...
Meanwhile, at the central lodge...
Nickolas says, "We got parts to spare.'
** James offers hand to shake
**Mute shakes the man's hand, his group fairly strong. T-655.BCU.2152 broadcasts over the loudspeakers, [CHANNEL 1] "*A loud whirring can be heard over the radio....*" James says, "Name?" An Older Gentleman says,"Yeah... maybe we'll go back to the ruins and try to salvage James' vehicles here."
**Nickolas glances up at the loudspeaker, frowning T-655.BCU.2152 broadcasts over the loudspeakers, "<::Attention NON-ENTITIES/humans/ORGANICS.::>" Nickolas says, "I— no one should be up there..." An Older Gentleman says, "Well that isn't good." Mute says, "My name is Mute." Nick Guererra says, "I need to eat something before anything goes on, I am getting woozy." T-655.BCU.2152 broadcasts over the loudspeakers, [CHANNEL 1] "<::I am DESIGNATED 2152. You are [TARGETS].::>" T-655.BCU.2152 broadcasts over the loudspeakers, [CHANNEL 1] "<::Your provocation/RESISTANCE/actions have been noted.::>" Nickolas says, "Fuck, Nick-, the radio station."
**Mute arches his head upwards, as if to hear better whatever is being broadcasted. Nickolas says, "They're-" T-655.BCU.2152 broadcasts over the loudspeakers, [CHANNEL 1] "<::This UNIT/command/REGION will not permit your continued presence.::>" James says, "The strong but not so silent types." An Older Gentleman says, "Wait one." Nick Guererra says, "WE NEED TO GET TO THE RADIO STATION." T-655.BCU.2152 yells over the loudspeakers, [CHANNEL 1] "<::Flee.::>"
**Nickolas stares up at the intercom, his face falling in horror Nickolas says, "Shit, we gotta get up there!" T-655.BCU.2152 broadcasts over the loudspeakers, [CHANNEL 1] "*There is another large whir, and then the radio falls silent...*" Nick Guererra says, "THEIR AT OUR BASE." James says, "We probably outta get another truck." Mute says, "They do this all the time in San Fran', just keep your wits about you." Nickolas says, "Good luck ya'll." James says, "This things m60 is mine." Nickolas says, "Shit-"
Nickolas says "Hold on."
The mix of motorcycles and dirt bikes ride up to the front of the Radio Station... Finding the handle of the door thoroughly mangled, and the door open...
James says, "Ambush." Nick Guererra says, "I am going in to check."
** Nickolas pulls out a small, handheld grenade, shaped like a flashbang Nickolas says, "No, hold on." T-655.BCU.2152 yells, "<:: It is unwise for you to attempt to stop me from EXITING/LEAVING/PROCEEDING. ::>"
T-655.BCU.2152 yells, "<:: This is but a shell I have poured a small portion of a formless self into. ::>" Nickolas yells, "Oh Yeah?! You just gonna leave peacefully?!" T-655.BCU.2152 yells, "<:: You will not be so lucky. ::>" Nickolas yells, "A shell?! You expect us to believe that!" T-655.BCU.2152 yells,"<:: I am beyond simple conceptions of your kind. ::>" Nickolas yells, "Let's test your resolve!"
** Nickolas pulls the pin on the grenade, lobbing the small device through the door
**** T-655.BCU.2152 Steady stomps can be heard- unaffected... Worse yet- they sound... Higher. Nick Guererra says, "Geat ready." T-655.BCU.2152 yells, "<:: You would be wise to run. ::>" Nick Guererra says, "We move as one."
Nick Guererra yells, "MOVE IN."
**** HK-AEROSTAT.MK2.STN.1337 swoops him from the background, and starts firign towards the survivor in the open!
**** T-655.BCU.2152 's form drops down from the roof above the doorway after they enter, in front of the building. "<:: You have chosen poorly.::>"
A short S2K ensues at the humans discretion. The results of plasma fire and gunfire raking the room are grisly, the human combatants unable to contest the machine in such close quarters. Nickolas, having been intercepted by 2152 dropping down before he could move inside, is still outside when the battle ends.
** Nickolas runs off, quickly, full on booking it
** Nickolas sprints to the bike, jumping on the bike, quickly starting it
**** T-655.BCU.2152 almost calmly, despite the occasional twitch or jerk, leaves after the slaughter inside, blood splattered across it, and new dents from rifle rounds pockmarking it. "<:: RUN! FLEE! NON-ENTITIES CANNOT EVALUATE! ::>" Nickolas yells, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Nickolas barely manages to escape on a motorbike, roaring off into the distance, with echoes of the BCU's calls echoing off the mountains around them, an Aerostat in hot pursuit.
Thanks to Nosebleeds(where's grandma?) for sending me the logs from their perspective!
Hope you all enjoyed getting your first taste of the new flavor of command units!
[OOC] BoB (Best of Boxes) (T-655.BCU.2152): okay well, if yall chose the s2k inside we'll go with that.
[OOC] MajorNick455 (Nickolas Jett): im NOT OUT HERE IM STILL RP'ING
[OOC] V0RT3X_Cr4zY上帝ツ (James Thompson): 10/10 ign door physics
[OOC] Wheres Grandma? (NIck guererra): we really chose poorly wtf was that fire rate lmao
[OOC] V0RT3X_Cr4zY上帝ツ (James Thompson): that's ak for you
Brother Santiago whispers, "Israel attacked me, sister...."
Alina 'Falcon' Chornyi whispers, "I'm sure they did Brother..
Alina 'Falcon' Chornyi whispers, "Isreal will be destroyed one way or another for this crime..."
Brother Santiago whispers, "Thank fuck.."
