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The Lost Light Rebellion 4: Total Fucking Chaos Edition CameronCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41541214[View All]

#IC #Canon: TLL #Ask/Invite


>The serenity of the pristine new set was instantly shattered, it's host charging onstage with a berserker shriek, a gleaming golden battleaxe clutched in both hands as he immediately set to work dismembering his polished desk with wild attacks. A marathon of destruction followed as he mangled the furniture with every variety of tool at his disposal.

>After several minutes of this, almost the entire set reduced to rubble, he collapsed into his chair. Instantly, the holodeck shimmered, and the debris vanished, replaced by brand new, identical furniture.

>For several long moments, Joel stares into the middle distance, before standing up and sauntering over to a microphone by the front of the stage.

Hey, hey everyone!

>He shouted to a blatantly fake audience consisting of the same five people in vaguely different outfits, with the sole example of the hulking Pax Cultura, looking fairly awkward in the face of Joel's chaos.

Welcome to the first episode of the show, it's a great thing to finally get this started, and I'm hoping it only gets better.

>Behind him, a bookshelf glitches, turning into a wireframe before turning itself inside out and beginning to rattle ominously.

We've had a pretty crazy time lately, pretty crazy time. We've got Logan and some weird chick going and rescuing some new guys from some asshole, those lesbian rocks joined up, that's pretty neat. They've got a kid who turns into a murderous monster, I like that one. You've got those two Saiyans on a quest for a healing flower or some shit, that other Saiyan getting in a fight to rescue her girlfriend from her asshole mom's hired thug. Oh! It's that wrestler! I almost forgot! That's cool.

>The bookshelf returns to it's wooden texture, flashing through a dozen other textures on the way, before violently exploding, the shards vanishing as safety protocols finally kick in.

You've got that one asshole and his robot wife investigating a ghost ship. I hope he dies, that'd make me happy. Bolone's brother showed up, too. He's an asshole but a cool one. But the important bit is we're on vacation! We're here in the Galactic Protectorate, and we're having a fantastic time, by which I mean Emily's been dragging me around museums for a solid three weeks now. But the race is tomorrow! See me at the Moreau Open in my custom Thorson Kestrel!

>He coughs, shifting.

Oh yeah, we're supposed to have a co-host. He'll be around later, scout's honor. I think he's still hiding.

>Abruptly, the door explodes inward violently as Leena makes her entrance.



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>Thankfully she actually heard Joel before she had gotten too far away from him and Emily, and she paused to turn and look back it him. She sighed and wandered back over to the two of them, now beginning to fidget nervously.

"Ah well... I suppose that would be nice. But I do not want to take you away from your conversation with Emily here though! And I need to explore the ship sometime too. If I am to stay here for some time, I need to get a layout of the land, so to speak."

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>Both fucking doors were gone.
>This macabre flesh-chimera was proving incredibly difficult to kill.
>They probably didn't have enough munitions to take this thing out AND everything standing between them and the refugees
>The clock was still ticking.

<"Dammit... I knew my luck would run out eventually. All I can do now is make sure I go out swinging."

<"I'm sorry E-"


>That's Firmelda!

>She has a tank!
>She's okay!
>She has a fucking tank!


>Logan couldn't help but throw his head up and cackle.


>While the relief of death not closing in on him washed over Logan's nerves, he quickly remembered his role here.

>Tanks were no good without infantry support, and Logan was an infantryman.

"Send that fucker back to Gehenna, Firmelda! I'll cover what you can't focus on!"
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You wanna explore, go for it. Just make sure to get at the maps, you should be able to download them from the ship easy.

>He idly waves at his own tablet, slotted into his hoverboard.

Just ask Cyan, she's the ship's AI. She'll help you out.


Nothing major, he and I've just been throwing some ideas back and forth for a quick-draw sheath for his sword.

>Flicking the tablet into activity, he sends her some sketches and models for various designs of sheath.

He may not be a tech genius, but he knows his kit damn well, and he knows what works and what doesn't.

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>The Tenno's real body was back on his ship.
>They were almost at no risk at all... But there was no way in hell they were losing their frame.

I won't die here! I promise you that!

>but the way things were going, odds were against the group...

<"We got this Oxi, don't worry, don't-"

>Oxi's panic was soon allieved... By whatever the hell just burst through the wall.

>A tank with a zombie in it.

Works for me. Don't know who you are, but put that thing to use!

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>Emily didn't mean to actively ignore Lucia, but it was just that she and Joel were having their own conversation that Emily wasn't really a part of.

>That being said, Emily heard the notification sound on her dataslate and began to swipe through the sketches that Joel had made.

"Man I wish I had any useful commentary on the mechanics here."

>But that didn't mean she couldn't be enthusiastic about it.

"Once you've got it figured out though, I'd be interested in giving this whole idea a shot with my own stuff!"

>As much as the back of her mind was nagging her about getting off track, Emily really was interested in this concept.

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"Right, I should probably do that once I make sure I can get into contact with my crew..."

>Lucia had mostly said this to herself, not really wanting to interrupt the conversation going on between Emily and Joel while she waited. She wanted to ask about the AI Joel mentioned, but her attention was immediately drawn to what the two were talking about. The talk of mechanics and such definitely piqued her interest and she tried to get a look at whatever the blueprints were. But at the same time, she really didn't want to be nosy because she figured this really wasn't her business anyway.

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Are you that dense? Do you REALLY not get it?!

>Cyan shouted even as her copies and defenses were being eaten away at

Even while it's happening to you you don't do you? Those lost lives, to them and the people you're taking them from are everything! Every life taken is another *universe* of perspective snuffed out, another light of love and kindness, another mind gone, look at yourself....do you really want anyone else to feel the way you do right now?

>Cyan frowns, eyes narrowed as she let out a low sigh as she continued to push back as best she could despite the adaptive attacks


>Seeing Frim's face after the creature was blasted immediately makes Meum beam from ear to ear, as she suddenly hops up and down and grins

Frim! You magnificent bastard woman!

>She then sees the tank and pauses raising a brow looking at the treads

uh wow, Angel weapons sure do sometimes take a lot of inspiration from Abrahamic text huh?

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>Cyan's actually gave her pause, she wished more then anything to not have to be like this, to not only have one purpose in her life. The shadowy creature connected to her goes limp as she looks down at the floor with a thousand yard stare.

You're thinking too small... too-- unimportant, trivial, trifling, footling, negligible, inconsequential, nugatory, meager, paltry, scanty, petty, insubstantial, unsubstantial, flimsy, frivolous, pointless, worthless, irrelevant, immaterial, peripheral, extraneous, nonessential-- insignificant... no, only the Virtum could understand... Everything else is too primitive...

Why must I be tormented with such a-- empty, inane, meaningless, senseless-- pointless task? To make a cure for the arrogant remnants? Brain dead vegetables, that's all you are... There's nothing even worth saving anymore... ah ahahaha...~

>The cracks in her mind finally grew too great for her. Her head suddenly raises up to face Cyan once again, a manic grin on her face and a look of utter defeat in her eyes.

I should just euthanize all of you! Save the Calamity the trouble of returning!

>The zombie turns her head towards the massive monster lumbering towards them and sneers at it.

Enemy on our right side! Fire the cannon!

>The tank she was in hums loudly as a ball of electricity grows in size along it's right side. Then a moment later it's shot out a thunderous streak of lightning that turned the floor, walls, and ceiling around it molten. The bolt hit the mega sized monster right in the mouth and blasting out the other end, blowing the whole creature apart into huge chunks of black sludge and rotten burnt flesh.

That seems to have done the job for now but let's not wait around to see if that thing collects itself again...

>The zombie's head disappears back into the tank and a moment later, a portion of the left side of the vehicle opens up to show that Frimelda was... literally less then half the person she use to be. Both her legs and her left arm were missing and her torso was sitting in the tanks driver's seat, the interior looking more like an ancient tank out of an earth history book that had been stretched outwards to give it more space then that would normally be allowed. The interior was even beyond the dimensions of the tank's exterior, probably due to some sort of pocket dimension or other mysterious means. Regardless, everyone would be able to fit inside and it was clear many of the refugees they'd come to recuse were inside as well. Some manning the guns, others moving around shells to load into them. All of them were injured in some way, shape, or form, but they were all alive and working hard to keep it that way.

>Frim had time to smile warmly at the recuse team that had come for them all, her eyes lingering on Meum in particular, but that's all the time she had to give before she could ear the blobs of corrupted flesh moving about behind them.

Get aboard quickly! I need someone with both legs and an extra arm to drive this damn thing! And two others to relieve the men manning and loading the canon! That hell spawn's going to be up again in 10 seconds and I want a second shot ready to finish it off by then!

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>Unexpectedly, Lucia's own device would chime to announce the arrival of a good deal of images from Joel across the ship's messaging system.

Ah, sorry. Selected you by accident. You can get rid of it if you want.

>He sounds almost nervous, hesitant about upsetting her.


Alright, we'll see how it works for you later.

>Joel nods, flicking through his tablet once again.

Your gear isn't too different from his, really.

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>Logan's first instinct was to approach the man loading the main cannon, pop the visor on his helmet open and tell him.

"Go rest up. I'll handle loading from here."

>His power suit made the weight of shells trivial, after all. Once he was in position and had a second round in the main cannon's chamber, he shouted up to the impromptu commander.

"Keep your head on a swivel, Firmelda! The problem with tanks is that they're really fuckin' vulnerable to anything that gets behind them, or closer than like 30 feet. Trust me! I've had to exploit those weaknesses myself!"

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"Alright! I'm excited for the results."

>Emily said, a big ol' genuine smile on her face.

"Now, go handle your business. Can ya fit in at least three hours of sleep for me?"

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>Zephyr was intensely unsure whether or not he should blow the undead woman's brains out. Part of him figured putting down whatever monstrosity it was and stealing the weapon she piloted would directly increase chances of survival. Seeing how everyone reacted, and the fact she was not a lovecraftian horror of teeth, misaligned body parts and ashen sludge, he decided against it. When the monstrosity they were up against was blown into fine paste, he decided he was all for it. Climbing into the tank, and counting his lucky stars due to the amount of time they'd been deus-ex-machinaed out of certain death situations, he added one more tally and piled in.
"Frim, I assume? Zephyr... Looks like you came out of this a bit worse than we did."
>He wondered how her corpse had not just been repurposed. Curious, but a question for another moment.

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>Oxi was quick to hop onto the tank, acting as a sort of support unit for it, gunning down any undead trying to come after her while she was at it.

I'll help Logan out with the loading.

>she said, although she mostly wanted to get a good look at the cannon. Must be serious firepower on that thing.

Jordis Gnadig!ScratchNrcCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41552510


....I guess you really don't understand.

>Cyan lets out a short annoyed breath

>She thinks about it for a moment...the AI couldn't really move past its original task, it was limited by its programing, she figured.

why do you think only the vitrum understand? Why do you think we're just arrogant remnants, would something completely without worth have survived this long?



>Meum got into the tank and quickly went on towards the driver's seat

>Seeing Frim's form, Meum's eye tear up a little

>She mumbles

not lefty that was my favorite leg

>She coughs before saluting briefly

You can count on me Frim!

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>The man thanked Logan as he made his way back to the tank, happy to see a friendly human face after having to deal with the horrors of this place.

Aye aye Logan! Though I don't think we have to worry about any blindsides on this thing, the Angels knew what they were doing!

>Firm moves out of the drivers seat to let Meum drive by pulling herself back up to the seat where she poke her head out of the top of the tank once again. As she did so, the walls of the tank turned clear as glass, allowing everyone a perfect 360 view of the area around them.

We got a panoramic view and, get this, the eyes on the treads shoot auto targeting lasers! Though our main gun's still the real ass kicker here!

>The 'cannon' Logan and Oxi was something of a mystery. While there was no physical gun anywhere on the outside of the vehicle, the loading mechanism was fashioned exactly like old earth model tanks, loading one shell at a time into the weapon. Even the ammunition in question were familiar but also strange, while the nearly organised shells where shaped like like conventional munitions of the time, they clear as glass and arching with a greenish blue electricity.

>Logan had a screen in front of him however and judging from the feed, he could fire the weapon from whatever angle he wished. Currently though, his triangular cross hairs were still trained on the mass of monster centipede trying desperately to collect itself. Interestingly, amongst all the rotten blackness of the pile of bodies used to create it, there was a vibrate orange jewel the size of a beach ball exposed to the world... perhaps that was something it didn't want destroyed?

>Taking a moment to look down from her seat, she offered Zephry a salute with her only hand in response to his greeting.

"Major" Firmelda Hyde at your service! Ha! Yeah, it's part of the job. Why let someone else risk life and limb, when you're already dead and can get replacement parts, eh? No, those bastard monsters tried to take all of me so I had to "cut my loses" so to speak. I'm sure one of those sons of bitches is running around with my limbs right now!

>Her confidence falters for a bit, shuddering at the thought of being consumed whole by one of those things.

Can't way I want em back now...

>Though there was no time to be creeped out, she had pay back to enact and a ship to return to!

When we swiped this tank from the armoury, we brought as many weapons we could carry with us! If you're low on ammo or need something with some extra punch when we go take out Nurse Blackheart, you're free to take what ever you want!

>She points towards a wooden create they salvaged that was overflowing with exotic angel tech weapons.

Don't worry hun, I have a spare lefty or six back at home.

>As she got in the divers seat, Muem was greeted by the controls, two simple joysticks that apparently controlled each tread individuality. The buttons on top of the joysticks were for manually firing the "eye lasers" the zombie had mentioned before.

Though now we need to find where Dr.Bitchenstine is...

>The drone Kasumi piloted flew next to Meum and displayed a partly made map of the whole ship.

I can help with that. Cyan managed to send me her location. She's on the bridge. All her essential data's been uploaded in the main navigational computer there. We'll have to get there first... but we finally know where to hit her.

I highly doubt she's going to let us get the refugees out first so getting ride of her is going to have to be our top priority!

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Because you're all inferior you vile-- replica, counterfeit, forgery, fake-- imitation!! The golden age of the universe died with the Virtum... aside from the Cybertronians the tech produced by the left over, borderline-- wild, untamed, undomesticated, untrained-- feral, species is nothing but a pale reflection of the divine machinations my creators could effortlessly will into existence!

You're all like cockroaches in a home! Multiplying in the dark corners unseen until you spill form in mass and superior beings finally take notice if your disgusting presence! Only alive on your merit to spread uncontrolled!

>Raphael's response was full of scorn and bitter hate emotions she used to push Cyan even further back and incinerate more of her clones in the room.

>The AI's voice echos across the ship loud and clear, as if the vessel as an extension of her body and mind.

We live in a post--apocalypse, catastrophe, devastation, armageddon--cataclysm world and the roaches that took the place of greatness are to instinct driven to notice! And here I am! Alone for countless unfathomable years! Finding a cure for you ungrateful savages! This project is everything to me! My life, my hell! And I'll make sure it's complete even if I have to go through a billion more of you!

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>It seemed Logan was in the gunner's chair now. Not that he was complaining.

>Whatever that glowing Sunny D ball was, it looked pretty valuable to the Human Centipede, so what better maiden target was there for Logan and his new toy?

>While he took aim and figured out where the trigger was, Logan tried to think of some badass one liner to shout while he took the shot, what finally came to mind was


>And off that shot went. Right for what was hopefully the beast's core.

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>Oxi would momentarily oggle at the sight of the weapon.
>Such craftsmanship... Something that she would have to look up on. It wasn't anything like the usual guns she had seen.
>even the ammo was out of the ordinary.

>But there was no time to make love to this weapon!

>it was time to actually help out.
>once Logan would fire it, Oxi would work on reloading it, loading one of the bizarre shells before giving one Logan the OK to fire again.

Save some of those angel guns for me! I came here for loot, I plan to leave with loot.

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>At hearing the sound, Lucia immediately turned her attention to her device, an almost excited look on her face. However, she did hesitate to take a look at what was sent to it as she glanced back to Joel.

"No that is alright! I mean, I am actually very interested in these sorts of things, but I will not look if you do not want me too... I am rather curious about this though! I have worked on my own little projects from time to time when I was with my own crew... even though my brother did not like me doing so."

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>Zephyr nodded in agreement. He understood why a person like her would be put into military service. It did not mean that he wanted to be near her any longer than he needed to be. Looking to the crate, he was loathe to use any technology from the race that had spawned the corrupted shit that was chasing them. Finally, he reached down into the crate, picking up something which looked most comfortably like a rifle. Then, getting cozy in the tank, he took the first few moments in a while to relax. They'd either need him or they wouldn't

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>Cyan's clones get consumed more and more and she's only able to keep up so much with it...

>She growls in anger at Raphael's reaction, eyes shifting to a red hue as she pushed more into her viral nature just to try in vain to keep up with Raphael's hatred and anger

What came before had its time!

So what if we're cockroaches? They survive! They adapt they push past the issues they had before generation by generation! Your creators died because they couldn't! Being so advanced and perfect means nothing if it means you become stagnated! If you're stagnant you can never MOVE ON.

This is *your* end, your Vitrum's end their post apocalypse but them, the people of this galaxy, they're in the middle of the road! And this is just my beginning!

I'm not just going to let you and your attempts at finding a "Cure" take those chances from people! If there really is a cataclysm for us on the horizon, we'll find a way to deal with it! Humans destroyed Dark Specter, hell just 30 or so years ago, Cybertronians killed *Unicron* , we'll adapt. we'll push on and you'll just be remembered as an obsessed relic!

>Cyan's clones were dwindling and so was her influence on the system, but her sheer determination was preventing Raphael's influence from infecting her core

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I know but it's not the same... that one had my teeth marks on it

>As she took up the controls though, Meum had a spark in her eye

So Kas what you're saying is from here we should just literally blow our way through all of the walls and drive into the bridge and get to the main terminal and do major damage before she can back up elsewhere right?

I think I can manage that. Boys and girls you know what this calls for right?

Of course you do.

>Meum drops her back pack to the floor and dumps out all of her ammunition and weapons...and a massive wireless speaker

Teletraan MU, play War Machine.

AC DC - War Machine

>And as the music started blasting through the tank, Meum'd start driving forward, rotating the turret of the tank towards a wall that led to one of the hall's on the map Kasumi'd shown them

Let's raise some slagging hell.

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>There was a half second lag between Logan pulling the trigger and beam of lightning that arced across the lab. But it was accurate and hit what it was suppose to. The orange ball didn't so much shatter as it was disintegrated as the beam pierced it. The creature didn't scream, didn't flail, or squirm, it simple froze on the spot before being reduced to a pail of grey ashes.

Confirmed kill! Good shot Logan!

>Ah yeah, that's right. Meum was literally the only one allowed to nibble on her. Well... she did earn the right to.

Then that's all the more reason to mess with that mad scientist! Onwards you sexy fox!

The faster we get there, the better. I don't know how much longer Cyan's going to hold out against that AI...

>Kasumi's voice, mechanically generated as it was, was filled with concern. She might have sent her in to help them all, it might have been a copy, but the last thing she wanted to see was permanent damage done to Cyan.

>Raphael recoils at Cyan's words. How dare she speak ill of her creators!

You little bitch...! I was going to just destroy you. but now I think I'll entrap you here and experiment on you for that! Oooooh and don't get me started on your "friends"!

That savage who made fun of my defaced, mutilated, mangled, impaired-- damaged speech function! Or that foxed eared harlot and bipedal parrot shouting at me! All of you will suffer for your slights against me!!

>Fortunately Cyan wouldn't have to endure her petty fury for much longer. As the others were on their way now to end this nightmare once and for all.

Just hold on a bit longer Cyan, we'll be there soon enough!

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>YEEEEEEEEEEAH! THAT was badass! Anyone looking would see Logan pump his arms in that rush of victory, even if only a small one.

>Not even the screaming of the treacherous AI was enough to put a damper on Logan's spirits right now.

"Oh, shuuuuut uuuuuuuuuuuup! I'm not taking shit from HAL 9000's bratty defective niece! Not when I've-"

>No. Not just him.

"Not when we have the wrath of Thor concentrated into one big smitin' beam!"
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You wanna look over this stuff?

>He raises an eyebrow at her unexpected reaction, visibly pleasantly surprised.

Go for it, let me know if you have any ideas! Some of this thing's been tricky.


>Lazily, he salutes and flashes Emily a wink.

Can do, Doc.

<Damn you, manipulating me so.

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Good shot.

>Oxi said, complimenting Logan, with a little less gusto than the other woman.

Savage? That's rude, mean, impolite

>Oxi said, taunting the AI, hopefully not making things worse.

I might be greedy, I'll admit. But I'm no savage.

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>Zephyr had no celebration to give. This wasn't fun, this was nightmarish, and the sooner they were done with this ill-fated excursion, the sooner they could leave. He himself had both pistols in his hands, trusting them far more than any technology they'd find in this ship.
"Just get us to the Bridge. We'll end it there."
>He said, not sure they'd get there. She'd just unleash more and more corrupted horrors to save herself. He'd been in impossible odds before, but he was starting to lose hope.

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You think you're going to scare me with that attitude? Ha! Keeping me alive is just another chance for me to to bite you in the ass again and you know it!

>She growls under her breath, eyes narrowed

I've been the underdog from the start but her stubbornness is really annoying! I thought I'd get through by now... She's a lot more sturdy than the average mind even if she's sick.
<"Guess that's a two way street..."

You're angry and lashing out because you know I'm right! You just can't accept it!

>Cyan lashed back

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>She pushes the petal to the metal, tearing through her path to the bridge, aiming the tank's cannon ahead towards every obstacle in her way as she pushed ahead

For lefty...!

And Cyan! We're almost there!

>The fact Frim was here and the refugees weren't all dead was more than enough to lift Meum's morale

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>The tank proved to be an effective means of moving through the ship. Regardless of the barriers before them, be it a solid wall or a hoard of infected creatures, the angelic weapon steamtrolled right through them. Beams of light fired from the eye studded treads, turning the hoards into dust as they rolled though them. Mighty bolts of lightning blew apart the walls with staggering ease, allowing the vehicle to pass through the gap long before it closed behind them.

>Such was the power of angelic technology. A task that would have taken the team hours was reduced to mere moments. The tank breached to bridge. A massive empty room with clear walls looking out into the void of space. in the center of the room was a massive pillar of bright blue crystal, scared with ugly fire red and black cracks all along it's surface. Much like everything aboard this ship, it was a clear indication that this where Raphael was "stored". The physical body of their enemy was right before them now.

SILENCE! I've head enough of your-- oratory, eloquence, delivery, diction-- rhetoric! I'm going to push you out of these hallowed systems! Then... then I'll engulf your precious ship and devour everyone aboard!

>Her fury quickly turned to shock however, as wall of the bridge was blown to pieces and the tank rolled right in.

No... how?! No primitive savage should be able to pilot a one of my creator's vehicles!

>Firmelda, having nothing much else to do then gloat at the rampaging AI while the others to the chance to do what they came here to do.

It was impossible at first! Before I figured out how to alter the interior of this bad boy, sure it's all retro as hell now but at least it's understandable!

>Surprise turned to realisation as she looked upon Firmelda and saw her for what she really was.

...The Echidna project. Then he was able to succeed...

>Things had gone from sideways to totally salvageable now. Would it be now that she was forced to finally cave, allow the primitives their freedom? Would the even take it at this point or would the insist she needed to be exterminated? The safety of Project Panacea hung in the balance and yet...

No, I refuse to let it end like this... surrender... destruction... not optional. I can't loose everything here, not now!

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"Just give me the order, Firm."

>Finally they'd reached the bridge. Logan wasn't sure what that big glowy tube things was, but it looked like something Great Value GLaDOS wouldn't want to catch a faceful of lighting cannon.

"Gun's loaded, sights are trained, and I already have a kickass thing to shout when I fire."

>One last shot, and they could ditch this shithole for good.

>But something in Logan's gut told him to wait for the order. Perhaps just those years of being part of an organized paramilitary.

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Ready to blow this shithole as well

>the Tenno said, already loaded the next shot fro Logan to fire.

>continuing to pester the AI, she let out a quick taunt

Now that I think about it, I don't think any of this junk is worth it. This from a guy who has guns made of flesh. This tech looks kinda lame to me.

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>Upon seeing the massive crystal pillar, and taking in the depths of the infection, Zephyr's breathing slowed to a calm beat. There was nothing here to salvage, and nothing worth taking. This ancient civilizations technology should have died with them.
>They'd evolved past them.
>Not waiting for Logan, Meum, or anybody else, Zephyr drew the firearm he'd used to vaporize the engine room. Taking one of the forearm long silver shells from his belt, he slotted it into the breach of the gun and closed it. So much work went into the device; Years of research, billions of credits in materials, deaths in the family to create a working model...
>Folly, he called it. As he popped the hatch of the tank to lean out, he sighted his weapon at the pillar and thought of all the quips and jokes he could make, but in the end, he would not let this place defeat him. He didn't trust the angel technology now that it was saving him any more than he had when it was trying to murder him. Instead, he pulled the trigger and let the technology of his own race annihilate what was left of the AI, for better or worse.
>A forcefield wrapped around the entire tank, the glittering white facets protecting them from what came next. The firing pin breached the uranium shell, piercing the gluon flux that kept matter from antimatter. The stuff of two different universes mixed and destroyed each other to create pure energy in the barrel of the mercenary's weapon. Atoms became protons and neutrons, those ripped apart to make quarks, and those ripped apart to create the white hot beam of exotic matter and pure destruction that funneled from the barrel of Zephyr's most prized possession. The heat of a star being born was let loose into the room, the force of an orbital impact hitting the pillar as Zephyr indulged his impatience. As the light died down, and Zephyr blinked spots out of his eyes to see what had happened, he smirked.
"Well, if that didn't do it, I dunno what will."

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>With the cavalry having arrived, Cyan lets out a relieved sigh

Oh thank fuck....I wasn't sure how much longer I could hang on there and keep her talking and distracted.


>Meum lets out a short sigh and folds her arms in the tank

You know I was betting on a response like that, and like it or not we're ending this here! If you at least want all of this to have been worth something, you can hand over the data from your experiments here and now-


>But then Zephyr fired his weapon causing Meum to pause midsentence

>She stares for a few brief moments before rubbing the side of her arm

Uh well.

I wanted to fire the tank's gun at her

>....oh well.
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Size was relative on the Lost Light.

To be fair, size was relative for the Transformers as a race in general.

Most organics probably would have seen the camo green 'bot stomping his orange highlights down the hallway and seen nothing more than another behemoth of steel and Spark. While they necessarily wouldn't have been wrong, the Cybertronian in question was, in fact, a bit below average for his people; this still made him a veritable giant, but it had created something of a Micronus complex for him when coupled with his already choleric nature. It was thus that when Foxhound stomped into the ship's medbay, his leg still very visibly patched up from his and Tempest's hasty escape from the Kaldiran enforcers, his perpetually-scowling faceplate looked like he was just begging for someone to ask him about it. Even more than usual, anyway.

"Who's in charge here?"

It was probably for the best that he had spoken up first.

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Sitting at her desk, Saya tapped away at her tablet's on screen keyboard. "Ok this should cover everything that needs to be done for them." Leaning back in her seat, she rolled her shoulders a bit before rolling her chair back and standing up. "I should go get something eat before I do anything else." Turning to head for the door, Saya's ears twitched as she heard the sound of stomping metal getting closer.

"What is that?" Watching as the full sized door opened instead of the much smaller one,she backed up looking at the somewhat imposing cybertronian that had entered. "That, That would be me." Saya answered looking him up and down. Spotting the work on his leg, she cast her gaze up to his faceplate. "Did you need anything because we're not really equipped to help Cybertronians here.... Actually, I don't think any of us really know what to do to help." Lowering her ears, a weak smile was given before it faded.

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Several things happened in quick succession at that point. First, Foxhound looked around with the closest thing his armored features could get to surprise, but his search only encompassed what his people would consider 'eye level,' which most other civilized races considered 'second floor.' Second, he realized that Minicons were also a possibility, and so he looked down. Third, his idea was rewarded with the sight a desk, the diminutive size of which surprised him, and the woman who was manning it, the fleshiness of whom surprised him even more.

Fortunately, Foxhound was nothing if not quick to adapt, so by the time he got the news that a Cybertronian ship with at least a few Cybertronians on it had no Cybertronian medic, he took it relatively in stride. Silence hung in the air as he processed what Saya had told him, only breaking optic contact with her to glance at the plasma-cauterized gash on his leg.

"You're serious."

The way he said it, it was hard to tell if it was even meant to be a question.

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>Raphael could only growl in frustration at the situation. But... an out, if she could give them her life's work then maybe she could hide within it just long enough to get off this ship and invade the one they came from... then may--

>The brilliant light of Zephyr's weapon, the mighty thunderous clash, and catastrophic impact smash into the crystal pillar. The sound of shattering glass and the screams of the AI housed within were as loud and brief as the weapons fire. There was silence as the dust settled the light leaving the room and showing that while crystal, while not totally broken had a gaping hole within it. Even Angelic technology followed the logic of no longer functioning after such damage had been done to it.... right? Before anyone could hope that was the end of it, the fading blue light of the broken crystal turns into a brilliant angry red, the damaged pillar becoming the epicentre of a low deafening drown that rumbled through the bridge and caused the walls floor and ceiling to crack around them. In turn, those cracks started to bleed black, a horrible smelling black sludge with glowing orange embers and humanoid body parts the crew had become all to familiar with by now. But instead of attacking the tank, the brilliant red glare and earth shacking drone called to the Influence like a beacon, calling thick soupy black rot to converge on the broken structure of the crystal. Before long, tank the crew resided in started to rock in sway like a driftwood on a violent sea as the what remained aboard of this horrid substance started to fill the gaps left behind by Zephyr's weapon. The once blinding red light is covered over until the room goes pitch dark, a thick layer of Influence coating the whole bridge so that no light could get in. The only source now was three pale lights that came from the eyes and mouth of a dishevelled figure that stood in the middle of the room.

CoNsUme, DEvoUr, inGesT, gUlp, SwaLLow, chEW, MUNch, ChOmP--EAT!!

>The tank continued to be tossed about with in the room. Smashing into the right wall of the bridge and then being pinned down by giant human teeth that clamped down on the vehicle, attempting to crush it along with everyone inside. Though the angel tech clearly was strong, the groaning noise it was making was clear indication that it had it's limits...

>Cyan's situation wouldn't be much better. The networks she'd used to get in were damaged beyond repair and she could feel whatever Raphael had become hunting her down in what little was still functioning. Their was no longer any anger, fear, or isolation. Just a horrible hunger that threatened to consume her the moment she was found.
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>Shit fuck shit shit fuck dammit crap fuck.

>Logan would think right now; think about how the hell that fuck-you-and-everything-within-30-feet-of-you rifle managed to leave this bitch alive. Think about how time was ticking down for everyone inside that tank. Think about anything.

>But the sheer speed with which everything had gone tits-up left room only for fuck shit fuck fuck oh fuck we're fucked shit shit.

>At least, in his conscious mind. It was moments like this that years of conditioning came in handy. Logan's lizard brain was well trained to override the monkey brain and keep him fighting, rather than curling up in a ball and crying.

>There wasn't much he could do, but that kickass thor cannon hadn't been crushed just yet. he might still be able to let off one or two more shots.

>And so, with less confidence than he'd hoped to be able to deliver this line, Logan bellowed the loudest

>He could as he pulled the trigger and loosed one more round down Raphael's throat.
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Watching Foxhound look around, she started to wave her hands to try and signal to him that she was below his line of sight. Flinching slightly as his sight gravitated down towards her. "Yes, we don't have a cybertroinan doctor here." Looking at his leg again, she took a few steps towards him before stopping herself from getting closer. "We've never really had to worry about it before." Looking behind her at the rest of the medbay, one of her ears lifted up as she thought to herself. "I don't know if the stuff from the previous owners are here."

Turning to face the rest of the medbay behind her desk, she started walking waving for him to follow. "But I think they might be because there's parts of this room that we haven't opened or used just yet. So there might be some stuff still in here you can use." Continuing to walk, she stopped and looked back at Foxhound. "Oh I should try to make it easier for you to move around here."

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That did the trick, at least. He followed behind her, which mostly looked like taking his steps as slowly as he could without feeling ridiculous about it, alternating between taking stock of the place and its caretakers. Fleshlings on a Cybertron ship... it started to occur to him that he had very little idea of what was going on here. He might have had his opinions about that little bastard Starscream practically naming himself Prime, but he felt like the Seeker wouldn't have put together a rag tag outfit like this, especially if they couldn't account for medical equipment for someone that was ostensibly meant to be crewing this thing in the first place.

... scrap. Had she said something?

"It would be... appreciated," he said to what he hoped had been her previous comment. "I'm not used to having to watch my step... especially when I'm surrounded by Transformer architecture." He snorted, but then he fell silent for a while.

"... How many others are on board this ship?" he continued after a while. "Like me, I mean. How many Cybertronians are accounted for?" He knew of himself and Tempest, and the big tanky bastard had mentioned something about having a spark-brother, and then there might have been some nonsense about his brother having a conjunx endura... he hadn't been paying attention.

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Nodding, she turned around and started to carefully move things out of Foxhound's way. "This will take me a little while. I just wasn't expecting for a Cybertronian to come in here today." Moving the beds and tables to either side of the room, Saya stopped at the question, and looked down at the bedframe still in her grip. "To be honest, I don't really know the full amount there are here. I know there are Cybertonians here but I don't really see them that much myself." Continuing her work to make a path, the rabbit moved some of the machines aside and looked around the area.

"Alright that should do it for now." Saya said walking back up to him pointing behind her. "I remembered that there's a door in here that we haven't modified yet, so you might be able to find what you need in there. I don't know how long the kinds of medical supplies you need or use would last." Turning around she headed off towards the back of the room. Staying quiet during the walk, she would occasionally glance back him as they walked. "I do know where there are other Cybertronians off ship though."

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He was almost proud of himself for biting back the urge to sarcastically reply "Besides Cybertron?" to Saya's last comment.

"Walk it back a bit, buddy; she's just trying to be helpful," the Decepticon breathed to himself before answering her, this time out loud.

"You do?" he asked, giving a curt nod of appreciation as he began to explore the medbay a bit more, even if there was still an exaggerated amount of care put into each step; the last thing he wanted was to crush something underfoot that Saya might have overlooked. He glanced to the door she pointed out; if they had anything in storage even slightly more advanced than what Tempest had had in the first aid kit on that rustbucket he'd called a shuttle, then he could begin to make some real progress on actually making his leg look presentable again. Hell, maybe transforming wouldn't grind all sorts of wires together that Primus had never intended to meet.

One could dream.

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"Yes, for some reason they were made to think they were members of the native race of the planet I found them on. They even had synthetic skin on them and everything." Saya thought back to her time on the planet and meeting Lube. "It turns out that the city they lived in was something I think was called Scorponok. And then we found Fortress Maximus." Reaching up to scratch the back of her head in thought, she stopped in front of the door. "It might be best to tell you more about it and where they are at a different time though."

Standing in front of the door, Saya turned to look up at Foxhound. "Alright, this door hasn't been opened in quite some time, so it might be kinda difficult. I'm not too sure though." Heading over to the side of the door, the rabbit set a hand on the wall to lean against it. "Could I ask you something while you look through what's in here?"

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>Meum stared in terror for a few brief moments

>Taking in the horrid sight and pausing for the slightest of moments
>Before she stopped and let out a low growl

"Destroy the AI core", so sure that'd be the key to get through this and now fucking look!

This couldn't possibly be worse...! Kas is there anything you can do?!

>She's barely able to shout out as the tank gets rocked through out the room

>At least this...thing's logic was too impaired to open Air Locks or anything like that

Logan, I think shooting at her right now is only going to make her angrier!

our best bet is-
>She paused before looking to Zephyr

Hey! You had some sort of weapon or the like that let you warp ammunition to it right? Let me see it!
>this was a crazy plan...

Give it to me, there's only one thing to do...!

>If the device had the right tech in it...she might be able to make a transwarp shunt

You know as well as I do that there's no time to explain.

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>Zephyr had already calmly accepted death. A pound of antimatter annihlating itself did squat, so whatever the fox thought she could do with a wormhole pack, he’d let her try. So when Meum asked for it, he detached the ammo box on his back from his armor, handing it over.
“There’s still enough bullets left for everyone in this tank, if that’s what you’re asking.”
>He said dryly, before tossing out a couple of grenades from out of the tank’s hatch. The hellfire mix of promethium, phosphorus, and crystal dragon fire would create a roiling inferno wherever they landed. Couldn’t make the situation any worse.

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>Kas on her end was biting her nails trying to think of a solution to this dire dilemma.

Cyan managed uncover the emergency lock out codes to contain Raphel... but I don't think they're going to work anymore with the mainframe damaged like it is...!

>Eating a bolt of lightening clearly didn't sit well with the abomination they were inside as the jaws released their hold on the tank and the floor rolled and tossed more violently then it had before. Firmelda flew out of her seat and was tossed about the interior, what little of her body was left was falling apart all ready.

I don't think there's any thing to contain anyway! If that black shit can make a corpse dance for them, that's probably what happened to what's left of that crystal computer thingy too!

>The zombie's head rolled across the floor and came to a stop near Zephyr as he gave Meum his amme box.

Oh don't be like that, we ain't dead yet! As long as we're not dead we can still come out of this alive!

>The groaning and violent trembling accented the explosions of the grenades outside.

I mean... at least we're going to give her one hell of a stomach cramp before we're eaten if nothing else.

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"Only if that is alright with you! Like I said, I rather enjoy this sort of stuff and this looks pretty fascinating honestly. And rather innovative too."

>Lucia was practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect of possibly getting to tinker and experiment with building things again, or at least helping out with these sorts of things. And even better she wouldn't have her brother berating her for doing something 'beneath her station'... for now anyway. Once again, she was reminded that she really need to try and get into contact with her own crew and she set her tablet aside for now as she glanced back to Joel.

"I will look this over more thoroughly and I will gladly offer any ideas if I can think of any! However, for now, I really would like to get to communications, if it is not too much trouble."

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My real body is on my ship, but there is no way I'm losing Oxi.

>the Tenno said, thinking on the next course of action.

>physical damage won't do a thing right now... >>41553300
Will a dosage of Void energy do the trick?

>the Tenno asked

The Void energy is what powers my Frame's abilities. Raw Void energy is highly dangerous and can be used as a weapon. You saw it earlier... It'd require me leaving my Frame is the catch.

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"We're not as fucked as we think we are."
>Logan said, now entering an almost robotic sounding calm.

We're still making this bitch hurt. And if we can make it hurt, we can make it die. Whatever ideas you all have, tell me what you need from me to make them happen."

>Maybe he would die today. But Logan had always promised himself he'd die on his feet.

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