07-13-2016, 04:50 PM
Once more into a mad dash away from almost certain death. Whatever that behemoth of a creature was, if it got ahold of any one of them they were dead. That was all there was to it. All it needed was one good chomp, and their group would be down one member. It was a grim thought, and it was one that rather rapidly forced a plan into Colonel's mind to get rid of the blasted creature for good.
Trying to drive it off like a conventional animal hadn't worked. And running from it was an exercise in futility. None of their group was particularly quick on the move. Abner was the fastest among them, by a rough estimate, and even he was hard-pressed to just keep ahead of the beast. Adrenaline and fear was lending the human prime and their two terrified secondary allies enough frantic speed to keep ahead for now, but how long could it really last?
No. Running wasn't going to do it. They needed to end this.
"Abner!" the war machine suddenly shouted over his shoulder. "Draw its attention; keep it distracted!"
"What?!"
"I have a plan." That was all the soldier program said, before he broke off to one side at the mouth of the alley, and took a flying leap, sailing up onto the rooftop of the building there, landing with a solid impact. And then he was gone into the fog.
"You...son of a bitch!" Abner growled. So much for strength in numbers! It was only the sounds of immediate pursuit behind him that kept him moving, silently cursing under his breath.
"One chance," Colonel muttered to himself, slowing his pace as sight of the others melted into the fog and darkness of night blanketing the town. "One chance to hit that thing as hard as possible...and hope it's enough." Timing was going to be the crucial point of all of this. Readying multiple weapon systems to trigger at the same time wasn't going to be an easy task, even under optimal circumstances. And a mad rush to dispose of a crazed monster in the darkness of an alien, oppressive town was about as far from optimal circumstances as you could get.
Calculating.
His pace over the rooftop picked up, his eyes focused only on what lay before him as it swam into view through the fog. The last thing he needed was to come unexpectedly to the edge and ruin his entire plan. He could still hear the sounds of the chase from below — the beast wasn't exactly quiet in its pursuit — and was relying on it to keep track of where they were headed.
Calculating.
Held out to one side, the blade of his saber flickered brightly in the gloom, leaving a cascade of viridian sparks streaming in his wake, lighting up the rooftops like a beacon. A harsh, sizzling crackle resounded, drowning out the noise of his footsteps. It certainly gave away his position, but this wasn't exactly the time for stealth.
Calculating.
He leaped to the next building, his entire body lighting up with a dim purple outline as he went. The pale green of his eyes flared with emerald lightning, the gashes and tears in his armored exterior flickering with electricity as power output increased dramatically. "Hard and fast. All at once." Rapidly the increased output grew in intensity, flaring up into a blazing aura, surrounding the cybernetic warrior with billowing violet flame.
Calculation accomplished. Readying weapons.
His left arm shot out, fingers closing into a loose fist. The digital wireframe of the massive Colonel Cannon spread out around his outstretched hand, forming up into the skeleton of the artillery-spewing weapon. He took a particularly heavy step to one side as the behemoth of a firearm fully materialized, his balance upset for a split second by its sheer bulk, before righting himself and lurching into a last few paces to the edge of the current rooftop.
Now.
He leaped forward, onto the adjacent building, and bolted directly across it for the far corner, facing the street.
Down on the ground below, the beast had rapidly gained ground on its prey, even with Abner's relatively level-headed directions to keep them from a straight chase. On open ground, there was no way they could outrun it; but cutting corners, through buildings and down a narrow alley or two had kept them — barely — one step ahead of the thing.
But now it looked ready to pounce, and a low growl ripped from it, gaping maw spreading wide to show far too many teeth, gleaming in the dark. Pale white eyes focused in on the perceived weakest of the three — Trent, both injured and just out of his panic attack certainly was a tempting target for the opportunistic hunter — and it leaped forward, putting on a surprising burst of speed. It had worn down its prey; they were tired now. No sense prolonging the hunt. It bowled right over Abner, all but trampling and knocking the former stormtrooper aside, even as he hit the deck, tucking into a rough tumble, rolling out of the way with a "Shit!"
The secondary barely had time to let out a panicked "Oh god!" before the beast was knocked silly, crashing down to the earth as something hit it like a thunderbolt and rolling ass over teakettle across the street. A wash of purple flame, and a bolt of emerald lightning split the darkness, eliciting a mangled howl from the creature as a violent green blade tore at it, and Colonel had reappeared, seemingly from nowhere, crouched on one knee where the beast had just been.
His eyes, fixed on the lumbering predator as it regained its feet, shaking its head, narrowed slightly. Now was his chance. He bolted after it, and it surged forward to meet him. The massive cannon barrel came forward in a blurred arc, and it — along with the machine's arm — disappeared into the beast's gaping maw. Colonel's expression twisted with pain as sparks flew, the monster's jaws snapping closed on his arm, but he managed to pull the trigger, and discharge the massive gun.
An explosion rocked the immediate area, obscuring the results of the engagement in a cloud of smoke and fire. Both 'combatants' were hurled away from the blast, hitting walls on opposite sides of the street. Walls collapsed from the impact, and the blaze of purple was lost under a swirling torrent of dust and dislodged brick.
"Fuckin' showoff..." Abner grunted, getting back to his feet.
Trying to drive it off like a conventional animal hadn't worked. And running from it was an exercise in futility. None of their group was particularly quick on the move. Abner was the fastest among them, by a rough estimate, and even he was hard-pressed to just keep ahead of the beast. Adrenaline and fear was lending the human prime and their two terrified secondary allies enough frantic speed to keep ahead for now, but how long could it really last?
No. Running wasn't going to do it. They needed to end this.
"Abner!" the war machine suddenly shouted over his shoulder. "Draw its attention; keep it distracted!"
"What?!"
"I have a plan." That was all the soldier program said, before he broke off to one side at the mouth of the alley, and took a flying leap, sailing up onto the rooftop of the building there, landing with a solid impact. And then he was gone into the fog.
"You...son of a bitch!" Abner growled. So much for strength in numbers! It was only the sounds of immediate pursuit behind him that kept him moving, silently cursing under his breath.
"One chance," Colonel muttered to himself, slowing his pace as sight of the others melted into the fog and darkness of night blanketing the town. "One chance to hit that thing as hard as possible...and hope it's enough." Timing was going to be the crucial point of all of this. Readying multiple weapon systems to trigger at the same time wasn't going to be an easy task, even under optimal circumstances. And a mad rush to dispose of a crazed monster in the darkness of an alien, oppressive town was about as far from optimal circumstances as you could get.
Calculating.
His pace over the rooftop picked up, his eyes focused only on what lay before him as it swam into view through the fog. The last thing he needed was to come unexpectedly to the edge and ruin his entire plan. He could still hear the sounds of the chase from below — the beast wasn't exactly quiet in its pursuit — and was relying on it to keep track of where they were headed.
Calculating.
Held out to one side, the blade of his saber flickered brightly in the gloom, leaving a cascade of viridian sparks streaming in his wake, lighting up the rooftops like a beacon. A harsh, sizzling crackle resounded, drowning out the noise of his footsteps. It certainly gave away his position, but this wasn't exactly the time for stealth.
Calculating.
He leaped to the next building, his entire body lighting up with a dim purple outline as he went. The pale green of his eyes flared with emerald lightning, the gashes and tears in his armored exterior flickering with electricity as power output increased dramatically. "Hard and fast. All at once." Rapidly the increased output grew in intensity, flaring up into a blazing aura, surrounding the cybernetic warrior with billowing violet flame.
Calculation accomplished. Readying weapons.
His left arm shot out, fingers closing into a loose fist. The digital wireframe of the massive Colonel Cannon spread out around his outstretched hand, forming up into the skeleton of the artillery-spewing weapon. He took a particularly heavy step to one side as the behemoth of a firearm fully materialized, his balance upset for a split second by its sheer bulk, before righting himself and lurching into a last few paces to the edge of the current rooftop.
Now.
He leaped forward, onto the adjacent building, and bolted directly across it for the far corner, facing the street.
Down on the ground below, the beast had rapidly gained ground on its prey, even with Abner's relatively level-headed directions to keep them from a straight chase. On open ground, there was no way they could outrun it; but cutting corners, through buildings and down a narrow alley or two had kept them — barely — one step ahead of the thing.
But now it looked ready to pounce, and a low growl ripped from it, gaping maw spreading wide to show far too many teeth, gleaming in the dark. Pale white eyes focused in on the perceived weakest of the three — Trent, both injured and just out of his panic attack certainly was a tempting target for the opportunistic hunter — and it leaped forward, putting on a surprising burst of speed. It had worn down its prey; they were tired now. No sense prolonging the hunt. It bowled right over Abner, all but trampling and knocking the former stormtrooper aside, even as he hit the deck, tucking into a rough tumble, rolling out of the way with a "Shit!"
The secondary barely had time to let out a panicked "Oh god!" before the beast was knocked silly, crashing down to the earth as something hit it like a thunderbolt and rolling ass over teakettle across the street. A wash of purple flame, and a bolt of emerald lightning split the darkness, eliciting a mangled howl from the creature as a violent green blade tore at it, and Colonel had reappeared, seemingly from nowhere, crouched on one knee where the beast had just been.
His eyes, fixed on the lumbering predator as it regained its feet, shaking its head, narrowed slightly. Now was his chance. He bolted after it, and it surged forward to meet him. The massive cannon barrel came forward in a blurred arc, and it — along with the machine's arm — disappeared into the beast's gaping maw. Colonel's expression twisted with pain as sparks flew, the monster's jaws snapping closed on his arm, but he managed to pull the trigger, and discharge the massive gun.
An explosion rocked the immediate area, obscuring the results of the engagement in a cloud of smoke and fire. Both 'combatants' were hurled away from the blast, hitting walls on opposite sides of the street. Walls collapsed from the impact, and the blaze of purple was lost under a swirling torrent of dust and dislodged brick.
"Fuckin' showoff..." Abner grunted, getting back to his feet.
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Colonel used Tier 1 Power Up: Colonel β -- 3/4 SP remaining
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