07-25-2016, 04:44 PM
"Well, that was fun." Mick says, raising his Heat Gun and pointing it towards the roof. Then, he gets a call from Cassie. Setting down the Heat Gun for a minute, he raises his hand up to the earpiece.
"Cassie?" Mick asks.
"How's things going so far in the factory?" Cassie asks. "The place is apparently filled with Imperial soldiers, so-"
"Not exactly. The Mattit Gang took over." Mick explains.
"Well, that's just great." the Rebel complains. "That factory was creating weaponry for the Stormtroopers. So, any high-tech weapons you find are likely from the factory. We were pretty sure how the Imperials were running the place in terms of security, but now someone else entirely is guarding it. I could have walked you through it."
"This guy here had a laser gun." the Rogue responds, looking down at Morgan's corpse. "Before he burned to death, anyway. Want me to see if I can grab it before it overheats?"
"If we can take the factory, we won't need his gun. Just move on for now." Cassie advises.
"Got it." the arsonist says, removing his hand from the earpiece. He picks up the Heat Gun, and continues forth to the next room; Seems to be a sort of storage area. There's a bunch of wooden crates in the room, and two doors on the left and right sides of the room. And another guard. This one is only equipped with a normal, sawed-off shotgun.
"Hey! What are you doing in here?" the guard asks.
"What are YOU doing in here?" Mick asks.
"Don't try to change the subject! What are YOU doing in here?" the guard repeats.
"I'll tell you once you tell me." the arsonist says with a smirk.
"Alright, fine. I'm guarding the place. NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE DOING HERE!"
"Setting idiot guards on fire." the Rogue remarks, raising the Heat Gun and setting the gangster on fire. "Well, that was...Surprisingly simple." He turns his attention towards the crates. "...Tempting to set those on fire, but I kinda need to make sure the factory is still in-tact if I'm gonna get my Omnilium."
After two more minutes of debating whether or not to set the crates on fire, he decides to just continue on, into the door to the left. Part of the production line, it seems. No guards that Rory can see. He approaches the production line, seeing raw metal moving into a smelter. He's unsure what type of metal it is. The smelter is in the way of progression behind it, and stepping onto the conveyor belt risks being smelted.
"Well, this room is essentially useless." Mick says. "I have literally no point in being in he-"
He then feels a gun barrel touch the back of his head.
Click.
"Surprised to see me?" the guard asks.
"I guess this shows me not to think I'm safe."
"So, why don't you tell me what you're doing here?" the guard asks.
"What are YOU doing here?" Mick asks with a smile.
"I heard your conversation with the other guy before. We're not starting that." the gangster responds.
"You know, you forgot one thing." the arsonist says.
"And what's that?" the gang member inquires.
"I still have my gun." Mick quickly turns around and attempts to open fire...And the current energy cell is empty. "...Goddangit. Can you give me a second to reload?"
"Hahahaha-no." the gang member responds. "I'm not gonna give you a chance to reload your weapon so you can kill me. If I give you a chance to reload, you'll just shoot me. I mean, seriously. What kind of idiot do you take me-"
Rory has been reloading whilst he was starting to go on a tangent.
"...For."
Mick smirks, as his foe suddenly just gets a complete deadpan expression.
"Are all the guards except the one in front stupid?" Mick asks.
"You forgot one thing." the guard says with a smirk.
"And what's that?" the hot-blooded Rogue responds.
"I still have my gun."
And with that, two gunshots fire. Mick barely avoids faceplanting as he dives down to the ground in an attempt to dodge. The two lead projectiles hit the wall on the opposite side of the room, causing the guard to curse under his breath. Sighting an attack of opportunity, Mick charges the goon and lands a punch to his gut. He attempts to swing another fist towards his face, resulting in a duck and tackle, sending Mick to the ground with a grunt. A fist then attempts to connect to his forehead, but he swerves his head out of the way. Mick then pushes the opponent off of him, holding up the Heat Gun once again.
"BURN IN HELL!" Mick shouts, firing a jet of flame at the gangster. The attack is sidestepped, and the guard disrupts the attack with two swift punches. Mick stumbles back, nearly dropping the handheld flamethrower, before running at him and attempting a knee to the gut. The attack connects, the air leaving the gang member's lungs from the blow. This is quickly matches with a fist to the forehead, knocking the guard down and out.
"Wow...If there's any more fights like that, I'm not sure I'll have the energy to take 'em all out..." Mick complains, breathing heavily. "The other way is obviously the direction I was supposed to go in...I'm gonna rest here for a few minutes first."
He sits down, dropping the fire-breathing weapon next to him, and rests. He pulls out that water bottle he swiped from the gang warehouse yesterday.
"Damn, it's warm." Mick complains. Nonetheless, he opens up the bottle and gulps down some of the water, before putting the cap back on it and tucking it away again. "I should really grab something to eat, I haven't eaten since I got here..."
He goes to summon something to eat, but then he starts getting a call from Cassie. He accepts the call.
"Cassie..." Mick says. "I'm in the factory right now...At a conveyor belt."
"Are things going okay so far?" Cassie asks.
"I'm a bit out of breath, but other than that things are fine..." Rory says. "Should have gotten something to eat before now, though..."
"Are you at the smelter?"
"Yeah..."
"Should be fine to rest for a few minutes, if they're following the pattern the Stormtroopers did." the Rebel explains. "They never checked the smelter room too often."
"Let's hope." the Rogue responds.
"Alright. I'm cutting communication for now, but I'll probably be contacting you again soon." Cassie says. "Cassie, signing off." The communication then cuts out, Mick removing his hand from the earpiece.
"First time she's said goodbye."
***
About 15 minutes break, and Mick is on his feet again. He raises the Heat Gun into the air, pointing it nearly straight up.
"I'm surprised that I wasn't attacked." Mick says. "Especially with this guy still alive." He pokes the unconscious gang member with his foot.
"Maybe I should keep him from bothering me when I'm done here."
He then sets down the Heat Gun, picks up the poor goon and places him on the conveyor belt into the smelter.
Satisfied with his work, Mick picks the Heat Gun back up and exits the room, walking straight across to the other door in the storage room.
"Thinking about it, I might not be ready for whatever fight is on the other side of this door." the Rogue says. "...OH WELL."
He then proceeds to kick the door down, waving the Heat Gun around frantically.
"DID SOMEBODY ORDER A-"
The room is completely empty.
"...Goddangit, nobody's here." Mick says. "Maybe it's the area where the other guy came from."
It looks like a hallway, just a bit wider than the doors are. Not much room to dodge.
"Probably for the best that he caught me in the smelter room. I'd have nowhere to run if I was caught in here."
The arsonist walks down the hallway. "Okay, let's try this again."
He then kicks down that door. "DID SOMEBODY ORDER MATTIT FLAMBE?" he shouts.
There's only one goon in here. Carrying an interesting, rifle-like gun, and with a canister of...Something...On his back. He has an oxygen filter on his mouth. He says nothing, but instead directs the gun in Mick's direction and opens fire. A jet of flame bursts out, and Mick immediately sidesteps it, the blast burning the door behind him.
"I see I'm not the ONLY one here who likes playing with FIRE!" the obvious arsonist shouts, firing his own jet of flame in response to the gang member's. He dives out of the way - a task no doubt hindered by all his gear - and aims again.
"I guess we're really TURNING UP THE HEAT!" Mick's voice booms throughout the room, his boisterous yell making it apparent that he's making no attempt at being stealthy. He makes a mad dash towards the flamethrower-wielding guard, and performs a solid punch to his gut.
"For the love of god, nobody talks this much in the middle of a battle." the flamethrower-using guard complains, muffled by the oxygen filter.
"COULDN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE-"
As the arsonist continues his insanity-fueled screams, he is suddenly punched square in the gut, the oxygen leaving his lungs for what is not the first time today. This is followed by the same fist striking him in the jaw. Stumbling back, Mick aims the Heat Gun once again.
"I GUESS YOU'RE-"
"For the love of Omni, just SHUT UP." the fighter interrupts, before turning the gun sideways and pressing the middle of the barrel on Mick's throat, holding the other side with his other hand. He then begins to push Mick towards the wall, but Mick interrupts this attack with a kick down low, causing the flamethrower-wielding goon to barrel over.
"I can't BELIEVE Mattit's goons are this well equipped." Mick complains.
"Actually...I'm a mercenary." the apparent hired killer explains, starting to get up. "...I was hired to guard the building, and kill anyone who reached this room."
"Good to know..." the arsonist says. "So, tell me...You're like me, aren't you? Just want to watch the world burn?"
"...Well...Yeah..." he says. "Who doesn't at one point or another?"
"Well, uh, for one thing, my partner would object, but he's off doing something else." Mick says. "Anyway...I'm just gonna get this over with."
"Wha-"
The hot-blooded Rogue then aims the Heat Gun with a smile. "I'll enjoy watching you burn!"
"Wait...If you leave my alive..." he says, getting up to a sitting position. "I'll tell you what you have ahead of you."
"Oh, really?" Mick asks. "Then tell me. What do I have ahead of me?"
"Well, a couple more mercs, but nothing really much until you reach the power room..." he explains, removing the oxygen filter from his face. "In the power room, they have 5 different mercenaries. Granted, they're not very GOOD at what they do, but all five at once isn't easy to beat."
"Good to know..." Heat Wave says. "Well...I guess you're...Free to go." As he says "free to go," he nods towards the exit. "But don't expect me to give anyone else the same mercy."
"Thanks..." the mercenary says. He then walks out the door.
"Well, that was eventful..." he says. "I'm gonna need another drink..."
So he sits on the ground, ready to rest for a few minutes...
And at that very moment, there are alarms.
"Cassie?" Mick asks.
"How's things going so far in the factory?" Cassie asks. "The place is apparently filled with Imperial soldiers, so-"
"Not exactly. The Mattit Gang took over." Mick explains.
"Well, that's just great." the Rebel complains. "That factory was creating weaponry for the Stormtroopers. So, any high-tech weapons you find are likely from the factory. We were pretty sure how the Imperials were running the place in terms of security, but now someone else entirely is guarding it. I could have walked you through it."
"This guy here had a laser gun." the Rogue responds, looking down at Morgan's corpse. "Before he burned to death, anyway. Want me to see if I can grab it before it overheats?"
"If we can take the factory, we won't need his gun. Just move on for now." Cassie advises.
"Got it." the arsonist says, removing his hand from the earpiece. He picks up the Heat Gun, and continues forth to the next room; Seems to be a sort of storage area. There's a bunch of wooden crates in the room, and two doors on the left and right sides of the room. And another guard. This one is only equipped with a normal, sawed-off shotgun.
"Hey! What are you doing in here?" the guard asks.
"What are YOU doing in here?" Mick asks.
"Don't try to change the subject! What are YOU doing in here?" the guard repeats.
"I'll tell you once you tell me." the arsonist says with a smirk.
"Alright, fine. I'm guarding the place. NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE DOING HERE!"
"Setting idiot guards on fire." the Rogue remarks, raising the Heat Gun and setting the gangster on fire. "Well, that was...Surprisingly simple." He turns his attention towards the crates. "...Tempting to set those on fire, but I kinda need to make sure the factory is still in-tact if I'm gonna get my Omnilium."
After two more minutes of debating whether or not to set the crates on fire, he decides to just continue on, into the door to the left. Part of the production line, it seems. No guards that Rory can see. He approaches the production line, seeing raw metal moving into a smelter. He's unsure what type of metal it is. The smelter is in the way of progression behind it, and stepping onto the conveyor belt risks being smelted.
"Well, this room is essentially useless." Mick says. "I have literally no point in being in he-"
He then feels a gun barrel touch the back of his head.
Click.
"Surprised to see me?" the guard asks.
"I guess this shows me not to think I'm safe."
"So, why don't you tell me what you're doing here?" the guard asks.
"What are YOU doing here?" Mick asks with a smile.
"I heard your conversation with the other guy before. We're not starting that." the gangster responds.
"You know, you forgot one thing." the arsonist says.
"And what's that?" the gang member inquires.
"I still have my gun." Mick quickly turns around and attempts to open fire...And the current energy cell is empty. "...Goddangit. Can you give me a second to reload?"
"Hahahaha-no." the gang member responds. "I'm not gonna give you a chance to reload your weapon so you can kill me. If I give you a chance to reload, you'll just shoot me. I mean, seriously. What kind of idiot do you take me-"
Rory has been reloading whilst he was starting to go on a tangent.
"...For."
Mick smirks, as his foe suddenly just gets a complete deadpan expression.
"Are all the guards except the one in front stupid?" Mick asks.
"You forgot one thing." the guard says with a smirk.
"And what's that?" the hot-blooded Rogue responds.
"I still have my gun."
And with that, two gunshots fire. Mick barely avoids faceplanting as he dives down to the ground in an attempt to dodge. The two lead projectiles hit the wall on the opposite side of the room, causing the guard to curse under his breath. Sighting an attack of opportunity, Mick charges the goon and lands a punch to his gut. He attempts to swing another fist towards his face, resulting in a duck and tackle, sending Mick to the ground with a grunt. A fist then attempts to connect to his forehead, but he swerves his head out of the way. Mick then pushes the opponent off of him, holding up the Heat Gun once again.
"BURN IN HELL!" Mick shouts, firing a jet of flame at the gangster. The attack is sidestepped, and the guard disrupts the attack with two swift punches. Mick stumbles back, nearly dropping the handheld flamethrower, before running at him and attempting a knee to the gut. The attack connects, the air leaving the gang member's lungs from the blow. This is quickly matches with a fist to the forehead, knocking the guard down and out.
"Wow...If there's any more fights like that, I'm not sure I'll have the energy to take 'em all out..." Mick complains, breathing heavily. "The other way is obviously the direction I was supposed to go in...I'm gonna rest here for a few minutes first."
He sits down, dropping the fire-breathing weapon next to him, and rests. He pulls out that water bottle he swiped from the gang warehouse yesterday.
"Damn, it's warm." Mick complains. Nonetheless, he opens up the bottle and gulps down some of the water, before putting the cap back on it and tucking it away again. "I should really grab something to eat, I haven't eaten since I got here..."
He goes to summon something to eat, but then he starts getting a call from Cassie. He accepts the call.
"Cassie..." Mick says. "I'm in the factory right now...At a conveyor belt."
"Are things going okay so far?" Cassie asks.
"I'm a bit out of breath, but other than that things are fine..." Rory says. "Should have gotten something to eat before now, though..."
"Are you at the smelter?"
"Yeah..."
"Should be fine to rest for a few minutes, if they're following the pattern the Stormtroopers did." the Rebel explains. "They never checked the smelter room too often."
"Let's hope." the Rogue responds.
"Alright. I'm cutting communication for now, but I'll probably be contacting you again soon." Cassie says. "Cassie, signing off." The communication then cuts out, Mick removing his hand from the earpiece.
"First time she's said goodbye."
***
About 15 minutes break, and Mick is on his feet again. He raises the Heat Gun into the air, pointing it nearly straight up.
"I'm surprised that I wasn't attacked." Mick says. "Especially with this guy still alive." He pokes the unconscious gang member with his foot.
"Maybe I should keep him from bothering me when I'm done here."
He then sets down the Heat Gun, picks up the poor goon and places him on the conveyor belt into the smelter.
Satisfied with his work, Mick picks the Heat Gun back up and exits the room, walking straight across to the other door in the storage room.
"Thinking about it, I might not be ready for whatever fight is on the other side of this door." the Rogue says. "...OH WELL."
He then proceeds to kick the door down, waving the Heat Gun around frantically.
"DID SOMEBODY ORDER A-"
The room is completely empty.
"...Goddangit, nobody's here." Mick says. "Maybe it's the area where the other guy came from."
It looks like a hallway, just a bit wider than the doors are. Not much room to dodge.
"Probably for the best that he caught me in the smelter room. I'd have nowhere to run if I was caught in here."
The arsonist walks down the hallway. "Okay, let's try this again."
He then kicks down that door. "DID SOMEBODY ORDER MATTIT FLAMBE?" he shouts.
There's only one goon in here. Carrying an interesting, rifle-like gun, and with a canister of...Something...On his back. He has an oxygen filter on his mouth. He says nothing, but instead directs the gun in Mick's direction and opens fire. A jet of flame bursts out, and Mick immediately sidesteps it, the blast burning the door behind him.
"I see I'm not the ONLY one here who likes playing with FIRE!" the obvious arsonist shouts, firing his own jet of flame in response to the gang member's. He dives out of the way - a task no doubt hindered by all his gear - and aims again.
"I guess we're really TURNING UP THE HEAT!" Mick's voice booms throughout the room, his boisterous yell making it apparent that he's making no attempt at being stealthy. He makes a mad dash towards the flamethrower-wielding guard, and performs a solid punch to his gut.
"For the love of god, nobody talks this much in the middle of a battle." the flamethrower-using guard complains, muffled by the oxygen filter.
"COULDN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE-"
As the arsonist continues his insanity-fueled screams, he is suddenly punched square in the gut, the oxygen leaving his lungs for what is not the first time today. This is followed by the same fist striking him in the jaw. Stumbling back, Mick aims the Heat Gun once again.
"I GUESS YOU'RE-"
"For the love of Omni, just SHUT UP." the fighter interrupts, before turning the gun sideways and pressing the middle of the barrel on Mick's throat, holding the other side with his other hand. He then begins to push Mick towards the wall, but Mick interrupts this attack with a kick down low, causing the flamethrower-wielding goon to barrel over.
"I can't BELIEVE Mattit's goons are this well equipped." Mick complains.
"Actually...I'm a mercenary." the apparent hired killer explains, starting to get up. "...I was hired to guard the building, and kill anyone who reached this room."
"Good to know..." the arsonist says. "So, tell me...You're like me, aren't you? Just want to watch the world burn?"
"...Well...Yeah..." he says. "Who doesn't at one point or another?"
"Well, uh, for one thing, my partner would object, but he's off doing something else." Mick says. "Anyway...I'm just gonna get this over with."
"Wha-"
The hot-blooded Rogue then aims the Heat Gun with a smile. "I'll enjoy watching you burn!"
"Wait...If you leave my alive..." he says, getting up to a sitting position. "I'll tell you what you have ahead of you."
"Oh, really?" Mick asks. "Then tell me. What do I have ahead of me?"
"Well, a couple more mercs, but nothing really much until you reach the power room..." he explains, removing the oxygen filter from his face. "In the power room, they have 5 different mercenaries. Granted, they're not very GOOD at what they do, but all five at once isn't easy to beat."
"Good to know..." Heat Wave says. "Well...I guess you're...Free to go." As he says "free to go," he nods towards the exit. "But don't expect me to give anyone else the same mercy."
"Thanks..." the mercenary says. He then walks out the door.
"Well, that was eventful..." he says. "I'm gonna need another drink..."
So he sits on the ground, ready to rest for a few minutes...
And at that very moment, there are alarms.