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Who: Frontliners, Infiltrators, Kidnappees (See here for info)
What: The attack on the base!
When: October 11th (all day)
Where: Renegade Malnosso Facility
Rating: Varies on thread!

It had been over twenty-four hours since the infiltration. The Malnosso were notorious for their long work hours, many pulling twenty hour shifts at any given time. Fortunately, each department had its share of private resting areas with beds to allow the overworked staff - or infiltrators - get some much needed shut eye between tasks. But now there allies were arriving. All the information they had gathered and sabotaged planned was about to go into play. Would they be successful?

As for the kidnapped, John's pill was finally starting to cancel out the effects of the drugs. Already brighter and more alert than before, it would soon be time for their escape and either flee or help their comrades storm the building.

The front line attackers had met with their strategist before the battle and were now positioned in the forested area around the facility, out of sight and mind for the Malnosso inside. All they needed was the sign to attack from their person inside.

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OOC Notes: Note that when the front liners attack, security checkpoints and Shifting should be disabled. For those curious about Floor 3, there is still no access to it. HOWEVER, there is no longer a Shift protecting it. If any character is reckless or foolish enough to access it, do so while considering the possibility of your character being seriously injured (or even killed!) in what ensues.

To recap: read Albert's OOC marching orders. Security guards are armed with short swords, night sticks, and hand guns. Most have normal human abilities, but higher ranked guards in high security areas will be highly skilled and may possess some amount of superhuman strength and speed. The Malnosso droids/drones all possess superhuman strength and speed. Since everyone is at full power, they are at 'half strength' relative to what people are used to. Brute strength and strong electrical attacks will be effective on them. It's also possible the infiltrators will keep most of them from ever activating to respond to the attack. They are not invincible and with enough effort, people should be able to handle them.
Note: Thanks to the infiltrators, most of the drones have been disabled and won't activate during the alarm. A small number will be present, but no more than twenty at the most.

Finally, going back to Floor 3, there will be a separate thread within the log for that. If someone attempts to enter it after the battle, I'll setup the scenario there for people to interact with.

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[Unsurprisingly, he is successful. But Caesar is so busy trying not to trip over anything else that he isn't too bothered by either.]

I thought it was more important to remain hidden. [By which he obviously means he hadn't thought of it at all.]

[Albert snorts, distracted enough by his conversation with Caesar that he almost trips over something himself. He stumbles, catching himself from falling by pulling his arms back in the dark. There's a clatter of metallic parts and the creaky grinding sound of something moving right in front of him.

For a moment, he doesn't dare to breathe.]

[Well, that's not a pleasant sound. Caesar immediately stops, looking over in his brother's direction. He has to try really hard to refrain from asking out loud, "What did you do?"]

[It's a bit awkward taking a step backwards while heading down a hill, but it's a much better plan than remaining still as a drone creaks and unsteadily tries to rise to its sparking legs. Albert steps back several more times until he's almost side by side with Caesar.

He's a bit at a loss, trying to gauge how much function the drone had.]

[...this is incredibly uncomfortable to watch. And even as Albert moves to stand by his side, Caesar isn't sure he feels too good about this.

He doesn't say anything, but he elbows his brother's arm instead. Should they really just be standing here still?]

[The sense of urgency at the back of Albert's head is stirred by Caesar's hit. He frowns and continues backing away, up the hill.

Meanwhile, the drone manages to climb up to its feet, creaking and sparking joints not keeping it from attempting to climb after the two. It functions at a fraction of its power, almost falling into a crawl at some points.]

[Caesar does the same, even if it's kind of a pain to walk like this. He vaguely wonders who he should blame this half-finished job on before he says something else.]

So much for that plan. [He keeps his voice low, even if that thing is already following them. They didn't need anymore attention than they were already getting.] What now?

I suppose retreating won't be much of an option in a few minutes. [He stops as his shoes bang against another fallen drone.] Do you have anything to throw at it?

[Oh, that was reassuring.]

What do you think? [Then again, now that he thinks about it...] Well. Nothing that'll damage it, anyway.

[Come on now, Caesar, are you expecting your big brother to save you?] Would you rather attempt running past it?

[He somehow sounds relatively calm about all of this, crouching down just enough to attempt carrying part of the drone. He throws a dismembered robotic arm at the shuffling drone. It stops for only a moment before continuing after them.]

[There are certain things he expects from his big brother and that is definitely not one of them.]

It's not exactly moving very fast, is it? [But no, he'd rather not try that.]

It isn't. [But the last time he did a split-up-and-run maneuver, he ended up missing a wing.] But it may jump after us. [He curls one hand into a fist, somewhat uncertainly.] You didn't even bring a scroll? [Now he just might sound annoyed. He had an excuse not to be carrying some sort of weapon while in disguise.]

Edited 2010-10-16 09:15 (UTC)

That suggests I had some I could have brought in the first place. [Unlike Albert, Caesar never really... actively searched for those things. He had no use for them ~~nor did he know how to use them~~. The only things he did have, he didn't think they'd be very useful, but-] Someone gave me a smoke bomb. And a knife. That's all I have.

[There might be an emphasis on that 'someone'. Like he really would have brought any of that stuff himself.]

Idiot. [He uncurls his hand, sounding exasperated, before reaching over for the broken drone that had been behind him.] Help me pick up this thing. Now. [It should be fairly obvious what he plans to do.]

Edited 2010-10-16 09:51 (UTC)

Shut up. [Like he would have brought anything. But he goes to help him anyway, because, well. It wasn't like there was anything better to do.]

[Albert will continue looking annoyed as he picks up the drone torso, glad that he wears gloves.] And now toss it in three, two... [It's really a good thing the drone moves so slow, since a countdown would otherwise seem ridiculous. But he lets go on 'one,' swinging it in the robot's direction.]

[Meanwhile, someone might be wishing that he wore gloves because this is not the kind of work that he signed up for. Caesar lets go like he's supposed to, though. Hopefully, that wasn't a complete waste of effort.

Hopefully. He's not paying attention, because tossing that heavy piece of trash might have caused him to stumble a bit. Albert was probably dealing with most of its weight, but that's no surprise.]

[There's a solid metallic clang as the broken drone crashes into the barely-active one, and Albert exhales slowly as the two tumble down the hill and out of sight. He doesn't speak for several moments while he waits for the noise to stop.]

...Let's avoid heading that way now. [He changes course, walking down the hill through a different path. No taking chances passing that drone again.]

Yeah. [He scratches his head, looking in the direction that they'd just disposed of their metal friend before he quickly moves to catch up to his brother. You know, kind of forgetting that part about being careful because he can't see anything. He's probably going to trip, but until then-] They made a real mess out here.

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