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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aaron: /* Log */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;=Participants=&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Aaron]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Angus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Arris]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Astara]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Firecracker]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Mal]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Parthenia]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Phosphorus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Zophah]]&lt;br /&gt;
=Date=&lt;br /&gt;
20/11/2016&lt;br /&gt;
=Log=&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Whether you came out from inside the building or fought your way to the center, one thing is clear: the scene outside of Zephyr is one of utter bedlam. It almost seems as though there&amp;amp;#39;s an all-out war going on in the streets, with the so-called &amp;amp;quot;safe area&amp;amp;quot; completely overrun with skunk beasts and latex foxes, and blue gryphons circling overhead. Something must have gone seriously wrong, and it&amp;amp;#39;s immediately apparent what: the normal sniper fire that would keep the ferals at bay is a tiny fraction of what it should be, less than a tenth, and it simply isn&amp;amp;#39;t enough. Agents of all stripe (literally, in case of the skunk girls) are fighting tooth, claw, and everything else to fend off the attackers, but the question remains: where are the snipers who keep us safe? Where are the answers we so badly need, and who&amp;amp;#39;s responsible for this?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris rushes out into the panic, sniper rifle in hands and railgun slung over hir shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Holy hell, what&amp;amp;#39;s going on?&amp;amp;quot; Sie loads a chamber into hir rifle, then waves back to a fox lady behind hir. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah! Stay close to me!&amp;amp;quot; Arris then looks down hir scope, scouting the battlefield for the most burly-looking feral and opening fire.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara looked completely unamused as she walks briskly towards Z&amp;amp;#39;s entrance, shoving ferals aside, and occasionally delivering a swift kick with one of her high-heeled boots to particularly agressive mutants. The demoness has a laser pistol in one hand, but she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t bother using unless the formerly mentioned methods aren&amp;amp;#39;t quite getting the message across to the feral hordes. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker dashes out of the building to the sounds of fighting everywhere.  Her normal cheery smile turns into a cocky grin as she looks around.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, time to be a hero!&amp;amp;quot; she says to nobody in particular as she puts on her cape and shades, eyes glimmering with fire.  Looking up to the air, she decides it&amp;amp;#39;s time to ground some birds.  Her whole body is enveloped with a pink aura of flames as she shoots off into the skies, looking to clear them out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus pauses a bit in his tracks on his way to Zepyhr has he manages to walk in on a...riot, revolution, or did someone run out of their favorite strawberry smoothie? Either way this would be a hamper on his day, reaching up to the cigarette he was puffing to throw it off some where. Reaching down he swings around the old Bren gun a friend had given him, reaching into a pocket at his belt to pull out a magazine to slap into the well at the top of the gun, drawing the bolt back. &amp;amp;quot;I really hope this is just black friday and Zeyphr&amp;amp;#39;s having a sale on condoms.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters as he braces the gun against his hip, taking note of the Demoness pushing her way through part of the crowd as he tries to follow in her wake with his finger on the trigger guard. Sparks popping in the air around him with the smell of ozone to follow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A RSX operative runs from around the corner of the building, most likely having just gotten off the &amp;amp;#39;copter, his eyes wide. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit?!&amp;amp;quot; Mal calls out, shrugging off his Remington 700 and aiming at the first feral he can see, firing off a shot. &amp;amp;quot;Seriously, you don&amp;amp;#39;t see ferals overrunning RSX, do you...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, pulling the bolt back and lining up another shot.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus slips out from around the other side of the building, dressed in dark, shadowy clothing with her assault rifle at the ready. There&amp;amp;#39;s little to no point expending precious ammunition in the middle of this battlefield, &amp;amp;#39;specially when this mission is off to do something completely different. She tips a friendly nod to those she knows, those she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t, and tips a casual pull of the trigger into a hostile that got too close. &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s get this damned thing done.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia says, &amp;amp;quot;I always knew this would happen!&amp;amp;quot; Grumbled the armored human as she was leaving the building. Many others seemed to be rushing out as well to provide help. Fully equipped she was lugging a gun... No rather a canon no normal human should be able to lift. Her armor was no big help in toting the massive shotgun that should have been way too heavy for her to wield without bashing herself in the face with every pull of the trigger. Taking a few steps away from the door, she whistled at the Firecracker. Pony got some fire in her! Explains the name! Planting her feet in to more stable position she loaded her weapon.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah reaches the meet point behind Arris with her dragon daughter, Dios, covering behind with Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s two drones, her companion wisp, and her spirit bear. She yells &amp;amp;quot;Everyone accounted for?!&amp;amp;quot; before taking a quick look around, directing her drones and spirit bear to guard the door to Zephyr. She then stands next to her mate, Arris, when an angry Dios engulfs a few nearby ferals in Shadow Breath.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;While the violence occuring outside the building is a compelling sight, several things become immediately obvious once an attempt is made to quell the riot: 1) There are already dozens of agents doing the same thing. 2) The near-total absence of sniper fire and guards is a major detriment to the agents&amp;amp;#39; efforts. 3) As much as people are needed outside the building to fend off the assault, the other agents are holding their ground for the time being; you can certainly focus your efforts here if you choose to, but getting to the root of this problem might be a good idea. Firecracker will swiftly find herself surrounded and horribly outnumbered in the skies, flying off alone as she has. The gryphons circling her don&amp;amp;#39;t appear to be intimidated, possibly due to the sheer number of them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris watches a gryphon take off into the sky through hir scope, pulling hir eye away from the lens to quietly judge whether it&amp;amp;#39;s worth it to try and help out Firecracker. &amp;amp;quot;Hmm. Eh, no point in saving someone who&amp;amp;#39;s practically done for right now,&amp;amp;quot; sie mutters, before returning hir focus back to the ground. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, if you need any healing, come to me, alright?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara keeps pushing forward until she&amp;amp;#39;s at the door, slipping past the line of defense of the dozens of agents out front. She catches the human agent&amp;amp;#39;s grumblings, stopping to look down to him... and rolling her eyes. &amp;amp;quot;You don&amp;amp;#39;t /usually/ see ferals overrunning Zephyr...&amp;amp;quot; she looks back to the disarray behind her, sighing loudly and shaking her head. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to go ask someone what the fuck is going on here, try and get to the bottom of this mess.&amp;amp;quot; Without further pause, she jogs inside to see if anyone is still at the reception area of the lobby. Maybe they could point the way to something helpful?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Tch... Why aren&amp;amp;#39;t those snipers doing their jobs?!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says to herself as she fights in the air.  &amp;amp;quot;Damnit!  There&amp;amp;#39;s just too many up here right now...  As much as I hate to do this, guess I gotta fall back.&amp;amp;quot;  She strikes an intimidating pose with her forelegs crossed in front off her, giving an air of extreme confidence as she shouts, &amp;amp;quot;If you wanna die, go ahead and follow me!&amp;amp;quot;  She then goes to drop from the skies and head towards her allies near the front door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls, adjusting his rifle as he picks it up and rests it over his shoulder. Quietly tip-toeing past snapping ferals, trigger happy agents, and whatever else could be going wrong here while ignoring the fact most of them could pass as extras in some half backed Halloween porno before he finally gets to the small gathering behind the agents, hoping his outfit isn&amp;amp;#39;t to covered in blood. &amp;amp;quot;Ya so, what&amp;amp;#39;s with the mob? Baked goods half off?&amp;amp;quot; He asks, already looking around to see why Zeyphr hasn&amp;amp;#39;t called in the big guns yet as his ears perk up, the scent of blood making him a little riled up and ready for a fight. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Well, let&amp;amp;#39;s go find out why this is an exception,&amp;amp;quot; the Human mutters, shrugging his rifle back onto his shoulder. He looks around the chaotic scene, and shakes his head at Angus. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t know, I just hopped off the helicopter. It was hell; there were gryphons everywhere,&amp;amp;quot; he says, adding, &amp;amp;quot;But we need to figure out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on, and fast. I don&amp;amp;#39;t think we&amp;amp;#39;re gonna hold &amp;amp;#39;em off forever.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Aye. Let&amp;amp;#39;s try to do our jobs. As we see, the snipers aren&amp;amp;#39;t by their posts, so I&amp;amp;#39;d recommend going to check those out. And their immediate area. People&amp;amp;#39;re welcome to come with -- I&amp;amp;#39;d recommend someone else trying to find out whose in charge and ask them, too.&amp;amp;quot; Phosphorus takes out at a casual walk towards one of the aforementioned posts, eyeing the panic with a hint of amusement.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia probably would have been screaming something like &amp;amp;#39;I&amp;amp;#39;ma firing mah lazor!&amp;amp;#39; is she was shooting her load from her mouth. And... If it looked anything like, well, laser... Pulling out her shotgun and charging into the fray, she begins to blast everyone and everything she sees. She&#039;s not trying to shoot agents, but she isn&#039;t trying NOT to shoot agents either, and a pile of groaning, badly wounded bodies is soon laying at her feet... they won&#039;t be getting up any time soon. The rapid recoil does a number on her shoulder, but she&#039;ll rely on her nanites to heal her... reducing the number of mutants attacking was the main priority for now.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah redirects the drones and her wisp to cover any arial assults while waiting for a response from Zephyr, using the spirit bear as mobile cover. &amp;amp;quot;I won&amp;amp;#39;t need any healing, I&amp;amp;#39;ve got Phoenix in my blood right now.&amp;amp;quot; Zophah states, creating a Mirage stacked with her daughter&amp;amp;#39;s Mirage to drive back some more random ferals. &amp;amp;quot;Once we find a mental mouse, I have skills to determine if they are responsible.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara will indeed be greeted by guards, but perhaps not in the way she intends. &amp;amp;quot;Hands where I can see them!&amp;amp;quot; one of them shouts. The lobby has been cleared of friendly agents, with about half a dozen guards and one Mental Mouse as the only occupant. &amp;amp;quot;P-please, she&amp;amp;#39;s going to hurt me - you have to protect me, get her out of here!&amp;amp;quot; cries the rodent in a fairly compelling tone that would convince many that she&amp;amp;#39;s telling the truth and Astara is a dangerous criminal! Outside, the scene is continued savagery: bites, flame attacks, sprays, and lord-only-knows what else is being used to keep the assault at bay. Unfortunately, the problem is an extension of what it always was: there&amp;amp;#39;s a limited supply of agents and a seemingly unlimited supply of ferals, and for every agent that joins the fight, countless more opponents do the same. Phosphorus will quickly find that if she wants to make it out to a sniper post, she&amp;amp;#39;s going to have to fight her way to it, past multiple opponents (and allies). And then Parthenia shoots her load...on the upside, quite a number of ferals are down for the count. On the downside, firing into melee means that several allied agents have suffered the same fate. Oh lord, there&amp;amp;#39;s going to be hell to pay, and paperwork for miles.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The gryphons that surrounded Firecracker do seem afraid, but it doesn&amp;amp;#39;t seem like they were giving chase in the first place. They go right back to their aerial assault against the building&amp;amp;#39;s rooftop.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris sees the red panda with the sniper rifle, giving her a nod before focusing on the ferals that are attempting to approach her. Sie keeps most of them down before they can get to Phosphorus, though sie does get startled by the sudden death cannon going off a few meters away from her, ceasing fire temporarily. &amp;amp;quot;Hey! Don&amp;amp;#39;t shoot that... whatever that thing is.&amp;amp;quot; Sie shakes hir fist angrily at Parthenia. &amp;amp;quot;You&amp;amp;#39;re helping us as much as you are hindering us!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara blinks a few times, narrowing her eyes on the scheming little mental mouse before her. &amp;amp;quot;Come now, boys, you&amp;amp;#39;re going to fall for something like that? I thought Zephyr trained their guards better... to be prepared against ANY mutant enemies. Even the ones that manipulate more than bite or fuck: much like this manipulative mental mouse here. I&amp;amp;#39;ve never even SEEN her before, but I&amp;amp;#39;ve studied mutations enough to know about her ilk and their ways.&amp;amp;quot; She casts a glance back to the ones behind her, an annoyed one, at that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Guys, I&amp;amp;#39;m bringing the party to you!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she rockets in to a sharp stop by the other agents at the door.  She quickly spins around to see the swarms of... nothing following her.  She blinks a couple times then relaxes as she says, &amp;amp;quot;Oh, guess I&amp;amp;#39;m just as scary as I thought, heh.&amp;amp;quot;  She looks around at those around on the ground, deciding she&amp;amp;#39;ll team up with whoever&amp;amp;#39;s checking on the sniper situation, seeing that it&amp;amp;#39;ll be easy for her to get to the roof.  &amp;amp;quot;So, who&amp;amp;#39;s checking on those guys who&amp;amp;#39;re s&amp;amp;#39;posed to be keeping the skies clear?  I&amp;amp;#39;m with you!&amp;amp;quot;  She flies off to join the appropriate team member shortly thereafter.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus was about to ask another question of the party before what amounts to a bomb goes off in his poor ears, both of them folding as he nearly drops his gun. &amp;amp;quot;Sweet mother of coyote, what!?&amp;amp;quot; He snaps, already digging an finger in his ear to try and stop the ringing, that was worse then one of his own bombs when it came to deafening someone! He blinks, utterly confused as to what just managed to nearly deafen him as he decides it may be best to stay with the rest of the group near the building, as he would have to rely on his eyes and nose for the time.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal looks around again, nodding. &amp;amp;quot;Right, right. Let&amp;amp;#39;s go find out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on,&amp;amp;quot; he says, utterly clueless. He grits his teeth at the loud noise, shaking his head and eyeing the scene before following along behind Phosphorus. &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;amp;#39;t hear anything!&amp;amp;quot; he calls out, clutching an ear and grimacing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;DUUUCK!&amp;amp;quot; Yells the armored human belatedly. Her blasts already carved a path of bodies down the street! The sight was... Beautiful! Groaning, injured, helpless forms laying around all over the place, some of them ferals, some of them undoubtedly agents. Well it happens sometimes. And Zephyr will understand that this sacrifice must have been made! For if they haven&amp;amp;#39;t almost giving their life defending the building the damages would have been so much more expensive to repair. Really, who cares about a few agent&amp;amp;#39;s where your mega corporation could save a few creds. No one! Well... Aside from their families perhaps. Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s smirk quickly vanishes the second she sees the chasm filling up with more rioting bests. The weapon is simply too hot to handle at this point, and she puts it away, useless. The situation was much worse then she originally thought. Perhaps defending this place was a bad idea? Not like she had anyone important to her inside the building. They guy who pays of course was a person she thought about but the rest? Maybe Mike can help her out here. Or... &amp;amp;quot;Seems like I&amp;amp;#39;m all out of ammo! I did all I could! You got this guys!&amp;amp;quot; She yelled to the gathering. The fact that she still had a pistol hanging of off her persona didn&amp;amp;#39;t seem to meter much. No ammo means no ammo! With the &amp;amp;#39;Death canon&amp;amp;#39; in tow she waddles back inside. &amp;amp;quot;Reloading!&amp;amp;quot; She informed the guard while budging her way through a few mutants who decided to go seek shelter it seems.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah keeps her drones and summons covering Arris and Dios. With illusion nanomagic she creates a small replica of the city, small dots lining the &amp;amp;#39;safe zone&amp;amp;#39; labeled for Zephyr sniper nests. She speaks loud enough over the fight for those in the immediate area to hear her say &amp;amp;quot;Check the sniper nests for the missing gunners. Here is a layout of possible locations. I&amp;amp;#39;m going to the south. Arris, can you come with me?&amp;amp;quot; Once everyone gets a look at the map she then brings her crew together to fight her way south.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The complaint from Astara is met with a more forceful, &amp;amp;quot;Hands in the air, get out of here, now!&amp;amp;quot; by one of the guards. Weapons are cocked (and cocks are weaponized in some cases), and it looks very much like Astara is about to be the subject of quite a bit of gunfire...and then Parthenia bursts through the door! The good news is that she does indeed get the guard&amp;amp;#39;s attention. The bad news is that this means that about half of the guards are now targeting Astara, and half of them are targeting Parthenia! &amp;amp;quot;You are in violation of Zephyr space! Turn back! This is your final warning!&amp;amp;quot; barks one of the higher-ups in the guard team, while the mouse in the background offers a smug smirk now that the attention of the guards is focused elsewhere. Phosphorus and Mal will quickly find themselves embroiled in endless brawling, making painfully slow progress toward one of the towers...except that Mal will quickly realize that he&amp;amp;#39;s just not equipped to wade through a crowd this size, getting banged about and bruised quite a bit before being repelled back toward the building. In the meantime, while Zophah, Angus, Firecracker, and Arris decide what to do (with Zophah asking for volunteer, Firecracker looking for a group that does not yet exist, and Angus and Arris holding their position), the structure of the group seems to be breaking...and with it, the safety that comes with numbers.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris nods at Zophah, providing a few more rounds of cover fire for Phosphorus before slinging the sniper rifle over hir back. As sie walks over to Zophah, sie starts pulling out the nanite railgun instead. &amp;amp;quot;Alright, Zophah. Where are we going to go?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara holsters her pistol, and raises her hands up in the air, just as ordered... but that doesn&amp;amp;#39;t mean she&amp;amp;#39;s complacent. Oh no, she&amp;amp;#39;s up to something, as the guard who was barking out orders at her finds out when Parthy bursts through the door. He&amp;amp;#39;s engulfed by the forest wisp Astara just summoned, confusing him to no small degree as the ethereal fireball makes him vulnerable and distracted... probably some of the other guards, too. She draws out her pistol once again, and makes a beeline to charge at one of the guards to attempt to body-slam him, while she takes aim at the other focused on her with that newly reactivated pistol.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s ear flicks at the sounds of fighting going on inside as she was about to head in.  She charges in more urgently as a result, shouting out &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  We&amp;amp;#39;re all supposed to be on the same side in here!  Knock it off!&amp;amp;quot;  She gives the people a few seconds to indeed knock it off, and if they don&amp;amp;#39;t, the most hostile-looking one is getting a hoof in the mouth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus lets out a pent up sigh of relief as his hearing finally starts to come back, that was way to much of a scare for him. Looking over the situation his ears perk, his focus on the mob for a bit as he judges the situation for a few more seconds. Reaching over he taps Zophah on the shoulder, pointing towards Mal as he gets battered around. &amp;amp;quot;To much of a shit storm here to split up more, mind getting skinny over there and seeing if you can&amp;amp;#39;t group up with the panda? Doesn&amp;amp;#39;t matter what nest you check out they&amp;amp;#39;ll have clear lines of sight on the others if they are smart.&amp;amp;quot; Reaching into his pack he pulls out what looks to be a Silver canister, putting it in their hands. &amp;amp;quot;This is tear gas, not some little pop and forget shit. If you have to use it for fucks sake stay up wind, cover your mouth and nose and close your eyes.&amp;amp;quot; He makes sure to hold his grip on it long enough that they would have to focus on him. &amp;amp;quot;This ain&amp;amp;#39;t hollywood, don&amp;amp;#39;t drop it and expect you&amp;amp;#39;re going to be fine. This shit puts people in the hospital.&amp;amp;quot; With that said he stands up to look at where the nests could be before he hears fighting, his scowl deepening as he reaches into his coat, another of those silver canisters in hand as he storms off to the lobby.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal kicks a feral away as he scrambles his way back to the wall, leaning against it and muttering obscenities under his breath as he shrugs off his bolt-action rifle. &amp;amp;quot;Oh, good, I can hear the screaming again...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, slipping a round into a chamber as he looks around, blinking at the charring across the way. He shakes his head and looks to the group. &amp;amp;quot;What&amp;amp;#39;s the plan?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, breathing heavily as he looks between the mash-up of mutants and chaos. &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;amp;#39;t get through the crowd,&amp;amp;quot; he adds, looking at the canister for a moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Heh. Nobody followed. Phosphorus makes her way towards the abandoned post, rifle ready, occasionally spitting out metered shots when enemies get too close for comfort. She slips onto the latter, deftly climbing up to where the snipers normally stand, looking around for clues. The panda keeps an ear open and alert, making sure nothing&amp;amp;#39;ll sneak up on her, but hopefully the investigation yields results.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Wh-what the \fuck\ are you talking about you /piece/ of -shit-?&amp;amp;quot; Yells the human. &amp;amp;quot;I /AM/ a mother fucking Zephyr space! Agent Parthenia Kairis, badge number 36811! I need to reload my weapons!&amp;amp;quot; The leviathan of a gun is let go, it drops down on the floor with a heavy cling. And than that happens... And by that, I mean Astara. The situation was getting more and more retarded by the second. On one hand the guards seem to have been way too worked up, and not at all outside helping to hold the front line... Which of course could have been helpful. And on the other hand we&amp;amp;#39;ve had a mutant going bat-shit-insane inside the building... First reaction would naturally be to pull a gun on the Pack leader... Second... She didn&amp;amp;#39;t have time for a second reaction! Her hand reaches down to pull her shotgun. &amp;amp;quot;No shit Sherlock! Get that demon!&amp;amp;quot; Parthenia yells to the flying in Firecraker, her hand points at Astara. Nope, she didn&amp;amp;#39;t see the mental mouse yet! All focus on the guards and the demon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah greatfully takes the canister from Angus, then &amp;amp;#39;marks&amp;amp;#39; Arris, Mal, Angus and her own daughter Dios with Biomonitoring Sight nanomagic. &amp;amp;quot;Come with me if you want to live!&amp;amp;quot; She yells as she grabs Mal&amp;amp;#39;s hand, hoping to bring him along on her mission. Fighting her way through the ferals she explains to everyone her plan: &amp;amp;quot;If the sniper nests are falling to some unknown force, I think we need to head off whatever is taking them down.&amp;amp;quot; She then directs her crew as they progress, taking advantage of everyone&amp;amp;#39;s strengths and weaknesses to cover the team as they systematically approach the target location.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Ratta-tatta-tat! Not the pokemon, but the behavior. At the sign of violence, four of the guards open fire on the agents entering the building, with the other two still seeming too groggy to take any sort of action. The good news is that most of the team is either too quick or too well-armored to take any further damage. The bad news is that the mouse in the back sees that the situation is going south, and starts making a beeline for the stairs heading upward! &amp;amp;quot;Save me! They&amp;amp;#39;re dangerous!&amp;amp;quot; she pleads one last time, obviously addressing the guards. Phosphorus will find that even with her skill level, weaving her way through the crowds of brawlers will be slow going - she&amp;amp;#39;s beginning to near one of the nests, though, with patient effort and care. The team of Zophah, Mal, and Arris (and Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s daughter) will have somewhat more success, though care must be taken not to let Mal fall behind. The sniper tower does appear to be manned, and the sniper - an eagle-eyed fellow who is a literal eagle - seems relieved as hell. He doesn&amp;amp;#39;t appear to have any idea what&amp;amp;#39;s going on, but there&amp;amp;#39;s been little communication from the main building, and his station is almost overrun! With that explanation, he goes right back to firing, taking shots of opportunity where he can.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris speaks to the eagle sniper. &amp;amp;quot;I think it&amp;amp;#39;s best you give your comm unit to the fox woman there, sir. My wife is at least a little proficient with technology. Do you know &amp;amp;quot; Sie then puts away the railgun again in favour of the sniper rifle, aiming out of the tower with the sniper and starting to shoot down ferals from there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara was dismayed as the rodent starts slipping away; she tries firing after her, but doesn&amp;amp;#39;t start outright running yet, still trying to recover from tackling the guard like she did. Not that she did all that much damage to him... which she tries to rectify by at least trying to disarm him. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Now I see you&amp;amp;#39;re picking the hard way!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker shouts as she weaves through the spray of bullets, charging through the air like the little pink fireball she is.  &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s see if I can get a strike!&amp;amp;quot;  She roars as she brightens the pink aura and flames surrounding her.  She dashes through the air towards the group of guards, making to charge straight through them and into the mouse before it can get anywhere.  To make the job easier, she ignites the air in front of the mouse, creating a small explosion 2 cubic inches large a short distance in front of her face.  If the force of the explosion doesn&amp;amp;#39;t stop it in it&amp;amp;#39;s tracks, the surprise should at least do the trick.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus blinks for a moment before his armor catches a few rounds, Coyote&amp;amp;#39;s crack that hurts! Snarling a bit he dumps the grenade back in the bag, pulling out a bright yellow aresol can instead that he shakes for a few seconds. &amp;amp;quot;God damn just stand down!&amp;amp;quot; He snaps as he points it towards the guards, and sadly the people he&amp;amp;#39;s been working with before he lets loose a spray of incredibly fowl smelling yellow liquid that would harden almost instantly upon impact, making sure to spread it around any threat within view as he notices the mouse. His next priority as he starts heading towards that way, drawing the revolver at his hip with a cock back of the hammer. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The Human blinks as Zophah grabs his hand and runs. &amp;amp;quot;What?!&amp;amp;quot; he says, running along to keep up with the team, firing the occasional shot into any feral that gets too close. Mal huffs as they make it into the sniper tower, and leans against the wall, keeping an eye out for ferals and firing off warning shots. Eh, they don&amp;amp;#39;t need those knees anyway... &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;amp;quot;Need any help?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, holding up his Remington during a lull of feral attacks.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus growls. Navigating through this damn crowd is much slower than she would&amp;amp;#39;ve liked, especially being separated from the others. Thankfully, she&amp;amp;#39;s making much better time alone than with dragging a bunch of others along, but still. Her plan to search whatever remains is intact. When she gets there.&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia was so totally ignorant about everything that was happening. She had absolutely no clue why was everyone so worked up about some poor mouse yelling in the back there, chasing after her like a swarm of rabid dogs plowing through poor guards. Guards who were fucking retarded enough to open friendly fire! No-no she wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t have any of that and as soon as the first bullet was sent in her direction she repaid in kind aiming at the nearest of her co-workers in zephyr uniform. As the weapon went off, it struck her... This mouse was no ordinary mouse. It was a whole spectrum or rainbow of differences from other mice! Without any deleay she moved with the rest.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah directs her drones to cover Arris and the sniper while her wisp covers arial attacks and her spirit bear covers the main entrance to the building. She then helps Mal with catching his breath, giving some of her nanites to him for nanite recovery. &amp;amp;quot;Judging from your reactions you aren&amp;amp;#39;t used to... all this.&amp;amp;quot; She then waves her hand nonchalantly. &amp;amp;quot;Just stick by me and we&amp;amp;#39;ll all be fine.&amp;amp;quot; Once Mal recovers a bit she checks in with everyone in the group before watching out for whatever could have attacked the other sniper nests.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The explosion in front of the mouse has the desired effect...probably? Instead of simply stopping, the mouse squeaks, lurches backwards, and goes tumbling down the stairs...right into Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s charge! That, combined with the gunshot from Astara, is enough to do more than stop the mouse: shi&amp;amp;#39;s out like a light! Also SPLAT. The entire lobby is covered in a coating of rancid-smelling glue-like substance, doing a fine job of sticking all six guards (and Astara) securely to the floor; had Parthenia charged forward, she would surely have been pinned as well! That&amp;amp;#39;s gonna take some serious work to clean up. Arris gets a look from the eagle guy, who flatly states, &amp;amp;quot;That&amp;amp;#39;s a negative. I have two things up here - my rifle and my comm unit - and I&amp;amp;#39;m not about to surrender either. Thanks for the assist, though.&amp;amp;quot; Arris will score some good shots - Mal somewhat less so - and the team effort will produce a spot with less ferals around it, at least around the immediate area surrounding the tower. It&amp;amp;#39;s...helpful? At least there&amp;amp;#39;s plenty of ammo.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus, in the meantime, will finally reach her goal! ...and quite possibly wish she hadn&amp;amp;#39;t. There&amp;amp;#39;s no sign of a person, but there&amp;amp;#39;s signs of bits of a person, and copious amounts of blood in the tower; this place was clearly overrun, and the sniper stationed here was no match for the onslaught. A sniper rifle lays discarded on the ground - what use would a feral have for it? - and soon enough, Phosphorus will find herself alone with her thoughts. For the moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Something clicks into Arris&amp;amp;#39; head. &amp;amp;quot;Wait. Broken comm unit...&amp;amp;quot; Sie slaps hirself on the head, pulling out hir own comm unit and trying to get a message to Zephyr, but with no reply. &amp;amp;quot;Oh, I guess it&amp;amp;#39;s not a problem with the comm unit then, but a problem at HQ.&amp;amp;quot; Sie pulls hir rifle from the opening, turning to Zophah as well. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, Mal, I think we should head back to the main building and check the comm system or something. Are you staying here, sir?&amp;amp;quot; Sie turns back to the sniper.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;What the f-&amp;amp;quot; is about all that Astara gets out before she wisens up and closes her mouth, avoiding getting a mouthful of whatever gods-forsaken substance encases her, cutting her off from the world. There&amp;amp;#39;s muffled, angry &amp;amp;quot;Mmmph!&amp;amp;quot;s and copious amounts of profanity, but she&amp;amp;#39;s unable to do stuff for the time being.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker hovers in the air as she looks down at the knocked out mouse, then turns to see the sticky ball of guards plus agent.  Then over to the other two in the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, I stopped it at least.  Now, questioning or head on up and figure out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on with the guns upstairs?&amp;amp;quot; she asks Parthenia and Angus nonchalantly now that the fighting has stopped.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls, waving a hand in front of his nose. &amp;amp;quot;Shit, smells worse then she warned me.&amp;amp;quot; Definitly going to have to inform Tova rancid egg smell is not a consumer fan, but for now he walks over to where the mouse is out. Holsting the gun quickly he pulls out some rope to tie up their new mousey friend, an after thought making him tear off a strip of cloth from his under shirt to tie over the mouses eyes before he stands up. &amp;amp;quot;Check comms, see if there is anyone still sane around here.&amp;amp;quot; He answers Firecracker, fishing out a cigarette since it seems no guards are going to be able to stop him from lighting it before walking over to Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Give me oneee second, I think she gave me the solvent for this.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Used to, what? Ferals overrunning professional guards?&amp;amp;quot; Mal asks with a glare, &amp;amp;quot;No. No I am not. I&amp;amp;#39;m not used to wading through a crowd, putting bullets in nuts. I haven&amp;amp;#39;t been to a Black Friday sale in 8 years,&amp;amp;quot; he adds, grinning after a moment. JOKES! &amp;amp;quot;Ahh, good times.&amp;amp;quot; The Human blinks and looks at Arris. &amp;amp;quot;Seriously?&amp;amp;quot; He groans and looks out at the mob. &amp;amp;quot;Right, right. Figures that&amp;amp;#39;s how it works,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, slipping a new magazine into his M1911. &amp;amp;quot;So, how are we doing this?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, holstering the gun and picking up his Remington 700.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Damn. Not sure what she expected, but certainly she hoped there&amp;amp;#39;d be something more useful. Phosphorus takes the loaded cartridge out of the sniper rifle left behind, giving it a quick shove into her bag. The panda shakes her head, beginning to descend the latter. May as well regroup with the others, then.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia raises a brow. Typical mutants even their weapons stink like shit. Walking over to one of the stuck guards she leans over him... Her... It... Whatever. Offering him a backhand to test if the creature is back to its sane state yet, or... Trying to snap it out of it if he isn&amp;amp;#39;t. Her hand then reaches down to grab the guard by the hair... Fur... Whatever. &amp;amp;quot;Hey! Snap out of it!&amp;amp;quot; She offers another backhand, the armored glove probably doesn&amp;amp;#39;t feel too nice... But hey! They are guards, they should be used to abuse by now. &amp;amp;quot;Are you with me soldier? Do you know what is happening?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah observes the situation and finds that the sniper nests weren&amp;amp;#39;t the problem. &amp;amp;quot;If only I saw it sooner!&amp;amp;quot; She yells to herself, pulling out her comm unit. She then tries to contact the other members of the group to ask &amp;amp;quot;How is the situation inside Zephyr HQ? The snipers aren&amp;amp;#39;t getting contact with the main building.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The sniper nods his head to Arris, quick and smart. &amp;amp;quot;I have a job to do. I&amp;amp;#39;ll do mine, you do yours.&amp;amp;quot; With that, he&amp;amp;#39;s back to picking off ferals wherever he can find his targets, leaving the team to its own devices. &amp;amp;quot;Radio me when you can, will you?&amp;amp;quot; Just the one request, it seems. As Angus discusses the options for liberating Astara, one of the guards speaks up. &amp;amp;quot;Um...Angus? How did we get on the ground?&amp;amp;quot; he asks. &amp;amp;quot;And what the hell is that smell? God, it smells like an Excremental ate too many beans!&amp;amp;quot; And then, the backhand. &amp;amp;quot;OW!&amp;amp;quot; The other guards murmur sounds of assent; it certainly sounds like they&amp;amp;#39;re behaving like their old selves again. Zophah will find that there&amp;amp;#39;s nothing wrong with her comm unit, or honestly, the comm units of anyone present...there simply isn&amp;amp;#39;t any response from HQ if prompted.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris begins exiting the sniper tower, opening hir comm unit and activating voice message for Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Hey, the HQ isn&amp;amp;#39;t responding. Could you go up and find out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on in there? Thanks.&amp;amp;quot; Sie closes the channel, then pages Phosphorus: &amp;amp;quot;Phosphorus, it&amp;amp;#39;s Arris. Uh, what did you find in that tower?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara was a very, very unhappy camper, all petrified in this shell of glue. But not much else she can do at this point - but boy, is she going to do /something/ when she&amp;amp;#39;s free. Hell hath no fury like an angry succubus.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Yeah fine, I&amp;amp;#39;ll do that while you clean up your mess here.&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says to Angus as she listens in on the comms.  &amp;amp;quot;Anyone still sane around here?&amp;amp;quot; she asks through her unit.  As she waits for a response, she calls over to the human in the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  Cannon lady!  I like your style!  Let&amp;amp;#39;s head on up to see what&amp;amp;#39;s going on.&amp;amp;quot;  She points to the stairs upwards as she starts going.  &amp;amp;quot;Oh and I&amp;amp;#39;m Firecracker by the way, and this should help us a bit.&amp;amp;quot;  She says over her shoulder.  As she moves, she links her vision to Angus, allowing him to see everything she does and at the same time takes his vision into her own.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls a little as he swears he can almost hear muffled curses, and see a glare from Astara as he takes out a smaller spray canister. &amp;amp;quot;Look, not the time or place to get angry. So I&amp;amp;#39;ll say this once, you move at all while this is working you&amp;amp;#39;re going to lose hair.&amp;amp;quot; As soon as Firecracker links their vision his eyes go wide in shock and surprise for a moment, not because of the link was new to him but because ther WAS a link before he gets back to his work. His hand only shaking a little bit as he starts spraying down people. &amp;amp;quot;Barry? That you? Hey man, welcome back. The Crazy armored chick with the big gun hit all of you with this shit smelling stuff, you should really get her back for that.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The Coyote then frowns, a flinching just a little as his new vision is cut off from Firecracker, wondering if something went wrong.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal grumbles and follows along behind the Gator, popping a new round into the Remington and locking. &amp;amp;quot;Then let&amp;amp;#39;s go. I&amp;amp;#39;ve got shit that needs doing,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, patting an inside pocket of his trench coat and nodding as he slips the rifle over a shoulder and drawing his M1911. &amp;amp;quot;Gonna need a free hand,&amp;amp;quot; he murmurs, before looking to the team. &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s move.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Tower clear. Signs of personnel fatality.&amp;amp;quot; Phosphorus says, into the comm. She&amp;amp;#39;s navigating through the crowd and to the doors, again, this time speeding things up a little by shooting ferals that happen to get into her way. You know. Just to speed things up.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia peers at the guard... Blinks... She is clearly holding him by the hair/beard/whiskers/ears whatever is sticking out the most on his head, and yet the fool is staring off in to the distance. Speaking of some... Beef? Yup he was lost. Gone... The brain is friend and now probably was badly shaken by the backhands. Alas. The woman stand back up, dusts herself off and goes off to make sure Mike the choppa pilot is alright! &amp;amp;quot;Uh... Yes, sure I&amp;amp;#39;ll catch up to you in a moment.&amp;amp;quot; She said waving her hand dismissively to the flying horse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah sighs before gathering everyone up. &amp;amp;quot;Ok, back to HQ now. Everyone rested for the trip back?&amp;amp;quot; Once everyone is accounted for, she gives the sniper a last &amp;amp;quot;Good luck.&amp;amp;quot; before leading everyone out the building. She displays the same combat leadership on the way back to the Zephyr building, though hopefully the ferals have thinned out since they came out there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The attempt to create a sensory linkup with Angus is effective! ...for all of about three seconds. For reasons possibly known to Angus and most unlikely to be known to anyone else, the link backfires in short order, leaving Firecracker with a &amp;amp;#39;loose end&amp;amp;#39; of sorts to draw back. As Angus starts spraying folks with solvent - not enough for Astara and the whole guard contingent, maybe enough for her and one or two guards at most - Barry blinks at Angus in confusion. &amp;amp;quot;The same one who hit me?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, before shooting Parthenia a glare. &amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll be having a talk later.&amp;amp;quot; he assures her. It&amp;amp;#39;s going to be roughly the same amount of time fighting back to the building as it took to get to the sniper post, with the group of Arris-Mal-Zophah-daughter making the voyage much more quickly than Phosphorus alone. The battle continues to rage outside as the group tries to reconvene, with at least the lobby comparatively secured (albeit very, very sticky). It&amp;amp;#39;s a start![[Category:RPLogs]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aaron: /* Log */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;=Participants=&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Aaron]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Angus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Arris]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Astara]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Firecracker]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Mal]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Parthenia]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Phosphorus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Zophah]]&lt;br /&gt;
=Date=&lt;br /&gt;
20/11/2016&lt;br /&gt;
=Log=&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Whether you came out from inside the building or fought your way to the center, one thing is clear: the scene outside of Zephyr is one of utter bedlam. It almost seems as though there&amp;amp;#39;s an all-out war going on in the streets, with the so-called &amp;amp;quot;safe area&amp;amp;quot; completely overrun with skunk beasts and latex foxes, and blue gryphons circling overhead. Something must have gone seriously wrong, and it&amp;amp;#39;s immediately apparent what: the normal sniper fire that would keep the ferals at bay is a tiny fraction of what it should be, less than a tenth, and it simply isn&amp;amp;#39;t enough. Agents of all stripe (literally, in case of the skunk girls) are fighting tooth, claw, and everything else to fend off the attackers, but the question remains: where are the snipers who keep us safe? Where are the answers we so badly need, and who&amp;amp;#39;s responsible for this?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris rushes out into the panic, sniper rifle in hands and railgun slung over hir shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Holy hell, what&amp;amp;#39;s going on?&amp;amp;quot; Sie loads a chamber into hir rifle, then waves back to a fox lady behind hir. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah! Stay close to me!&amp;amp;quot; Arris then looks down hir scope, scouting the battlefield for the most burly-looking feral and opening fire.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara looked completely unamused as she walks briskly towards Z&amp;amp;#39;s entrance, shoving ferals aside, and occasionally delivering a swift kick with one of her high-heeled boots to particularly agressive mutants. The demoness has a laser pistol in one hand, but she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t bother using unless the formerly mentioned methods aren&amp;amp;#39;t quite getting the message across to the feral hordes. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker dashes out of the building to the sounds of fighting everywhere.  Her normal cheery smile turns into a cocky grin as she looks around.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, time to be a hero!&amp;amp;quot; she says to nobody in particular as she puts on her cape and shades, eyes glimmering with fire.  Looking up to the air, she decides it&amp;amp;#39;s time to ground some birds.  Her whole body is enveloped with a pink aura of flames as she shoots off into the skies, looking to clear them out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus pauses a bit in his tracks on his way to Zepyhr has he manages to walk in on a...riot, revolution, or did someone run out of their favorite strawberry smoothie? Either way this would be a hamper on his day, reaching up to the cigarette he was puffing to throw it off some where. Reaching down he swings around the old Bren gun a friend had given him, reaching into a pocket at his belt to pull out a magazine to slap into the well at the top of the gun, drawing the bolt back. &amp;amp;quot;I really hope this is just black friday and Zeyphr&amp;amp;#39;s having a sale on condoms.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters as he braces the gun against his hip, taking note of the Demoness pushing her way through part of the crowd as he tries to follow in her wake with his finger on the trigger guard. Sparks popping in the air around him with the smell of ozone to follow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A RSX operative runs from around the corner of the building, most likely having just gotten off the &amp;amp;#39;copter, his eyes wide. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit?!&amp;amp;quot; Mal calls out, shrugging off his Remington 700 and aiming at the first feral he can see, firing off a shot. &amp;amp;quot;Seriously, you don&amp;amp;#39;t see ferals overrunning RSX, do you...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, pulling the bolt back and lining up another shot.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus slips out from around the other side of the building, dressed in dark, shadowy clothing with her assault rifle at the ready. There&amp;amp;#39;s little to no point expending precious ammunition in the middle of this battlefield, &amp;amp;#39;specially when this mission is off to do something completely different. She tips a friendly nod to those she knows, those she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t, and tips a casual pull of the trigger into a hostile that got too close. &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s get this damned thing done.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia says, &amp;amp;quot;I always knew this would happen!&amp;amp;quot; Grumbled the armored human as she was leaving the building. Many others seemed to be rushing out as well to provide help. Fully equipped she was lugging a gun... No rather a canon no normal human should be able to lift. Her armor was no big help in toting the massive shotgun that should have been way too heavy for her to wield without bashing herself in the face with every pull of the trigger. Taking a few steps away from the door, she whistled at the Firecracker. Pony got some fire in her! Explains the name! Planting her feet in to more stable position she loaded her weapon.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah reaches the meet point behind Arris with her dragon daughter, Dios, covering behind with Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s two drones, her companion wisp, and her spirit bear. She yells &amp;amp;quot;Everyone accounted for?!&amp;amp;quot; before taking a quick look around, directing her drones and spirit bear to guard the door to Zephyr. She then stands next to her mate, Arris, when an angry Dios engulfs a few nearby ferals in Shadow Breath.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;While the violence occuring outside the building is a compelling sight, several things become immediately obvious once an attempt is made to quell the riot: 1) There are already dozens of agents doing the same thing. 2) The near-total absence of sniper fire and guards is a major detriment to the agents&amp;amp;#39; efforts. 3) As much as people are needed outside the building to fend off the assault, the other agents are holding their ground for the time being; you can certainly focus your efforts here if you choose to, but getting to the root of this problem might be a good idea. Firecracker will swiftly find herself surrounded and horribly outnumbered in the skies, flying off alone as she has. The gryphons circling her don&amp;amp;#39;t appear to be intimidated, possibly due to the sheer number of them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris watches a gryphon take off into the sky through hir scope, pulling hir eye away from the lens to quietly judge whether it&amp;amp;#39;s worth it to try and help out Firecracker. &amp;amp;quot;Hmm. Eh, no point in saving someone who&amp;amp;#39;s practically done for right now,&amp;amp;quot; sie mutters, before returning hir focus back to the ground. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, if you need any healing, come to me, alright?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara keeps pushing forward until she&amp;amp;#39;s at the door, slipping past the line of defense of the dozens of agents out front. She catches the human agent&amp;amp;#39;s grumblings, stopping to look down to him... and rolling her eyes. &amp;amp;quot;You don&amp;amp;#39;t /usually/ see ferals overrunning Zephyr...&amp;amp;quot; she looks back to the disarray behind her, sighing loudly and shaking her head. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to go ask someone what the fuck is going on here, try and get to the bottom of this mess.&amp;amp;quot; Without further pause, she jogs inside to see if anyone is still at the reception area of the lobby. Maybe they could point the way to something helpful?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Tch... Why aren&amp;amp;#39;t those snipers doing their jobs?!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says to herself as she fights in the air.  &amp;amp;quot;Damnit!  There&amp;amp;#39;s just too many up here right now...  As much as I hate to do this, guess I gotta fall back.&amp;amp;quot;  She strikes an intimidating pose with her forelegs crossed in front off her, giving an air of extreme confidence as she shouts, &amp;amp;quot;If you wanna die, go ahead and follow me!&amp;amp;quot;  She then goes to drop from the skies and head towards her allies near the front door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls, adjusting his rifle as he picks it up and rests it over his shoulder. Quietly tip-toeing past snapping ferals, trigger happy agents, and whatever else could be going wrong here while ignoring the fact most of them could pass as extras in some half backed Halloween porno before he finally gets to the small gathering behind the agents, hoping his outfit isn&amp;amp;#39;t to covered in blood. &amp;amp;quot;Ya so, what&amp;amp;#39;s with the mob? Baked goods half off?&amp;amp;quot; He asks, already looking around to see why Zeyphr hasn&amp;amp;#39;t called in the big guns yet as his ears perk up, the scent of blood making him a little riled up and ready for a fight. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Well, let&amp;amp;#39;s go find out why this is an exception,&amp;amp;quot; the Human mutters, shrugging his rifle back onto his shoulder. He looks around the chaotic scene, and shakes his head at Angus. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t know, I just hopped off the helicopter. It was hell; there were gryphons everywhere,&amp;amp;quot; he says, adding, &amp;amp;quot;But we need to figure out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on, and fast. I don&amp;amp;#39;t think we&amp;amp;#39;re gonna hold &amp;amp;#39;em off forever.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Aye. Let&amp;amp;#39;s try to do our jobs. As we see, the snipers aren&amp;amp;#39;t by their posts, so I&amp;amp;#39;d recommend going to check those out. And their immediate area. People&amp;amp;#39;re welcome to come with -- I&amp;amp;#39;d recommend someone else trying to find out whose in charge and ask them, too.&amp;amp;quot; Phosphorus takes out at a casual walk towards one of the aforementioned posts, eyeing the panic with a hint of amusement.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia probably would have been screaming something like &amp;amp;#39;I&amp;amp;#39;ma firing mah lazor!&amp;amp;#39; is she was shooting her load from her mouth. And... If it looked anything like, well, laser... Pulling out her shotgun and charging into the fray, she begins to blast everyone and everything she sees. She&#039;s not trying to shoot agents, but she isn&#039;t trying NOT to shoot agents either, and a pile of groaning, badly wounded bodies is soon laying at her feet... they won&#039;t be getting up any time soon. The rapid recoil does a number on her shoulder, but she&#039;ll rely on her nanites to heal her... reducing the number of mutants attacking was the main priority for now.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah redirects the drones and her wisp to cover any arial assults while waiting for a response from Zephyr, using the spirit bear as mobile cover. &amp;amp;quot;I won&amp;amp;#39;t need any healing, I&amp;amp;#39;ve got Phoenix in my blood right now.&amp;amp;quot; Zophah states, creating a Mirage stacked with her daughter&amp;amp;#39;s Mirage to drive back some more random ferals. &amp;amp;quot;Once we find a mental mouse, I have skills to determine if they are responsible.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara will indeed be greeted by guards, but perhaps not in the way she intends. &amp;amp;quot;Hands where I can see them!&amp;amp;quot; one of them shouts. The lobby has been cleared of friendly agents, with about half a dozen guards and one Mental Mouse as the only occupant. &amp;amp;quot;P-please, she&amp;amp;#39;s going to hurt me - you have to protect me, get her out of here!&amp;amp;quot; cries the rodent in a fairly compelling tone that would convince many that she&amp;amp;#39;s telling the truth and Astara is a dangerous criminal! Outside, the scene is continued savagery: bites, flame attacks, sprays, and lord-only-knows what else is being used to keep the assault at bay. Unfortunately, the problem is an extension of what it always was: there&amp;amp;#39;s a limited supply of agents and a seemingly unlimited supply of ferals, and for every agent that joins the fight, countless more opponents do the same. Phosphorus will quickly find that if she wants to make it out to a sniper post, she&amp;amp;#39;s going to have to fight her way to it, past multiple opponents (and allies). And then Parthenia shoots her load...on the upside, quite a number of ferals are down for the count. On the downside, firing into melee means that several allied agents have suffered the same fate. Oh lord, there&amp;amp;#39;s going to be hell to pay, and paperwork for miles.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The gryphons that surrounded Firecracker do seem afraid, but it doesn&amp;amp;#39;t seem like they were giving chase in the first place. They go right back to their aerial assault against the building&amp;amp;#39;s rooftop.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris sees the red panda with the sniper rifle, giving her a nod before focusing on the ferals that are attempting to approach her. Sie keeps most of them down before they can get to Phosphorus, though sie does get startled by the sudden death cannon going off a few meters away from her, ceasing fire temporarily. &amp;amp;quot;Hey! Don&amp;amp;#39;t shoot that... whatever that thing is.&amp;amp;quot; Sie shakes hir fist angrily at Parthenia. &amp;amp;quot;You&amp;amp;#39;re helping us as much as you are hindering us!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara blinks a few times, narrowing her eyes on the scheming little mental mouse before her. &amp;amp;quot;Come now, boys, you&amp;amp;#39;re going to fall for something like that? I thought Zephyr trained their guards better... to be prepared against ANY mutant enemies. Even the ones that manipulate more than bite or fuck: much like this manipulative mental mouse here. I&amp;amp;#39;ve never even SEEN her before, but I&amp;amp;#39;ve studied mutations enough to know about her ilk and their ways.&amp;amp;quot; She casts a glance back to the ones behind her, an annoyed one, at that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Guys, I&amp;amp;#39;m bringing the party to you!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she rockets in to a sharp stop by the other agents at the door.  She quickly spins around to see the swarms of... nothing following her.  She blinks a couple times then relaxes as she says, &amp;amp;quot;Oh, guess I&amp;amp;#39;m just as scary as I thought, heh.&amp;amp;quot;  She looks around at those around on the ground, deciding she&amp;amp;#39;ll team up with whoever&amp;amp;#39;s checking on the sniper situation, seeing that it&amp;amp;#39;ll be easy for her to get to the roof.  &amp;amp;quot;So, who&amp;amp;#39;s checking on those guys who&amp;amp;#39;re s&amp;amp;#39;posed to be keeping the skies clear?  I&amp;amp;#39;m with you!&amp;amp;quot;  She flies off to join the appropriate team member shortly thereafter.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus was about to ask another question of the party before what amounts to a bomb goes off in his poor ears, both of them folding as he nearly drops his gun. &amp;amp;quot;Sweet mother of coyote, what!?&amp;amp;quot; He snaps, already digging an finger in his ear to try and stop the ringing, that was worse then one of his own bombs when it came to deafening someone! He blinks, utterly confused as to what just managed to nearly deafen him as he decides it may be best to stay with the rest of the group near the building, as he would have to rely on his eyes and nose for the time.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal looks around again, nodding. &amp;amp;quot;Right, right. Let&amp;amp;#39;s go find out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on,&amp;amp;quot; he says, utterly clueless. He grits his teeth at the loud noise, shaking his head and eyeing the scene before following along behind Phosphorus. &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;amp;#39;t hear anything!&amp;amp;quot; he calls out, clutching an ear and grimacing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;DUUUCK!&amp;amp;quot; Yells the armored human belatedly. Her blast already carved a chasm of smoking corpses down the street! The sight was... Beautiful! Flesh burnt clean from bones, some of the skunk beasts seem to have evaporated out of existents completely, some agents no doubt have too. Well it happens sometimes. And Zephyr will understand that this sacrifice must have been made! For if they haven&amp;amp;#39;t giving their life defending the building the damages would have been so much more expensive to repair. Really, who cares about a few agent&amp;amp;#39;s lives where your mega corporation could save a few creds. No one! Well... Aside from their families perhaps. Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s smirk quickly vanishes the second she sees the corpse-chasm filling up with more rioting bests. The joints on her armor unlock, a sure sign that the weapon will not be fired again. She pulls the strap from her shoulder letting the batter drop from her back on the floor. Drained and useless. The situation was much worse then she originally thought. Perhaps defending this place was a bad idea? Not like she had anyone important to her inside the building. They guy who pays of course was a person she thought about but the rest? Maybe Mike can help her out here. Or... &amp;amp;quot;Seems like I&amp;amp;#39;m all out of ammo! I did all I could! You got this guys!&amp;amp;quot; She yelled to the gathering. The fact that she still had a shotgun and a pistol hanging of off her persona didn&amp;amp;#39;t seem to meter much. No ammo means no ammo! With the &amp;amp;#39;Death canon&amp;amp;#39; in tow she waddles back inside. &amp;amp;quot;Reloading!&amp;amp;quot; She informed the guard while budging her way through a few mutants who decided to go seek shelter it seems.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah keeps her drones and summons covering Arris and Dios. With illusion nanomagic she creates a small replica of the city, small dots lining the &amp;amp;#39;safe zone&amp;amp;#39; labeled for Zephyr sniper nests. She speaks loud enough over the fight for those in the immediate area to hear her say &amp;amp;quot;Check the sniper nests for the missing gunners. Here is a layout of possible locations. I&amp;amp;#39;m going to the south. Arris, can you come with me?&amp;amp;quot; Once everyone gets a look at the map she then brings her crew together to fight her way south.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The complaint from Astara is met with a more forceful, &amp;amp;quot;Hands in the air, get out of here, now!&amp;amp;quot; by one of the guards. Weapons are cocked (and cocks are weaponized in some cases), and it looks very much like Astara is about to be the subject of quite a bit of gunfire...and then Parthenia bursts through the door! The good news is that she does indeed get the guard&amp;amp;#39;s attention. The bad news is that this means that about half of the guards are now targeting Astara, and half of them are targeting Parthenia! &amp;amp;quot;You are in violation of Zephyr space! Turn back! This is your final warning!&amp;amp;quot; barks one of the higher-ups in the guard team, while the mouse in the background offers a smug smirk now that the attention of the guards is focused elsewhere. Phosphorus and Mal will quickly find themselves embroiled in endless brawling, making painfully slow progress toward one of the towers...except that Mal will quickly realize that he&amp;amp;#39;s just not equipped to wade through a crowd this size, getting banged about and bruised quite a bit before being repelled back toward the building. In the meantime, while Zophah, Angus, Firecracker, and Arris decide what to do (with Zophah asking for volunteer, Firecracker looking for a group that does not yet exist, and Angus and Arris holding their position), the structure of the group seems to be breaking...and with it, the safety that comes with numbers.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris nods at Zophah, providing a few more rounds of cover fire for Phosphorus before slinging the sniper rifle over hir back. As sie walks over to Zophah, sie starts pulling out the nanite railgun instead. &amp;amp;quot;Alright, Zophah. Where are we going to go?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara holsters her pistol, and raises her hands up in the air, just as ordered... but that doesn&amp;amp;#39;t mean she&amp;amp;#39;s complacent. Oh no, she&amp;amp;#39;s up to something, as the guard who was barking out orders at her finds out when Parthy bursts through the door. He&amp;amp;#39;s engulfed by the forest wisp Astara just summoned, confusing him to no small degree as the ethereal fireball makes him vulnerable and distracted... probably some of the other guards, too. She draws out her pistol once again, and makes a beeline to charge at one of the guards to attempt to body-slam him, while she takes aim at the other focused on her with that newly reactivated pistol.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s ear flicks at the sounds of fighting going on inside as she was about to head in.  She charges in more urgently as a result, shouting out &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  We&amp;amp;#39;re all supposed to be on the same side in here!  Knock it off!&amp;amp;quot;  She gives the people a few seconds to indeed knock it off, and if they don&amp;amp;#39;t, the most hostile-looking one is getting a hoof in the mouth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus lets out a pent up sigh of relief as his hearing finally starts to come back, that was way to much of a scare for him. Looking over the situation his ears perk, his focus on the mob for a bit as he judges the situation for a few more seconds. Reaching over he taps Zophah on the shoulder, pointing towards Mal as he gets battered around. &amp;amp;quot;To much of a shit storm here to split up more, mind getting skinny over there and seeing if you can&amp;amp;#39;t group up with the panda? Doesn&amp;amp;#39;t matter what nest you check out they&amp;amp;#39;ll have clear lines of sight on the others if they are smart.&amp;amp;quot; Reaching into his pack he pulls out what looks to be a Silver canister, putting it in their hands. &amp;amp;quot;This is tear gas, not some little pop and forget shit. If you have to use it for fucks sake stay up wind, cover your mouth and nose and close your eyes.&amp;amp;quot; He makes sure to hold his grip on it long enough that they would have to focus on him. &amp;amp;quot;This ain&amp;amp;#39;t hollywood, don&amp;amp;#39;t drop it and expect you&amp;amp;#39;re going to be fine. This shit puts people in the hospital.&amp;amp;quot; With that said he stands up to look at where the nests could be before he hears fighting, his scowl deepening as he reaches into his coat, another of those silver canisters in hand as he storms off to the lobby.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal kicks a feral away as he scrambles his way back to the wall, leaning against it and muttering obscenities under his breath as he shrugs off his bolt-action rifle. &amp;amp;quot;Oh, good, I can hear the screaming again...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, slipping a round into a chamber as he looks around, blinking at the charring across the way. He shakes his head and looks to the group. &amp;amp;quot;What&amp;amp;#39;s the plan?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, breathing heavily as he looks between the mash-up of mutants and chaos. &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;amp;#39;t get through the crowd,&amp;amp;quot; he adds, looking at the canister for a moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Heh. Nobody followed. Phosphorus makes her way towards the abandoned post, rifle ready, occasionally spitting out metered shots when enemies get too close for comfort. She slips onto the latter, deftly climbing up to where the snipers normally stand, looking around for clues. The panda keeps an ear open and alert, making sure nothing&amp;amp;#39;ll sneak up on her, but hopefully the investigation yields results.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Wh-what the \fuck\ are you talking about you /piece/ of -shit-?&amp;amp;quot; Yells the human. &amp;amp;quot;I /AM/ a mother fucking Zephyr space! Agent Parthenia Kairis, badge number 36811! I need to reload my weapons!&amp;amp;quot; The leviathan of a gun is let go, it drops down on the floor with a heavy cling. And than that happens... And by that, I mean Astara. The situation was getting more and more retarded by the second. On one hand the guards seem to have been way too worked up, and not at all outside helping to hold the front line... Which of course could have been helpful. And on the other hand we&amp;amp;#39;ve had a mutant going bat-shit-insane inside the building... First reaction would naturally be to pull a gun on the Pack leader... Second... She didn&amp;amp;#39;t have time for a second reaction! Her hand reaches down to pull her shotgun. &amp;amp;quot;No shit Sherlock! Get that demon!&amp;amp;quot; Parthenia yells to the flying in Firecraker, her hand points at Astara. Nope, she didn&amp;amp;#39;t see the mental mouse yet! All focus on the guards and the demon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah greatfully takes the canister from Angus, then &amp;amp;#39;marks&amp;amp;#39; Arris, Mal, Angus and her own daughter Dios with Biomonitoring Sight nanomagic. &amp;amp;quot;Come with me if you want to live!&amp;amp;quot; She yells as she grabs Mal&amp;amp;#39;s hand, hoping to bring him along on her mission. Fighting her way through the ferals she explains to everyone her plan: &amp;amp;quot;If the sniper nests are falling to some unknown force, I think we need to head off whatever is taking them down.&amp;amp;quot; She then directs her crew as they progress, taking advantage of everyone&amp;amp;#39;s strengths and weaknesses to cover the team as they systematically approach the target location.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Ratta-tatta-tat! Not the pokemon, but the behavior. At the sign of violence, four of the guards open fire on the agents entering the building, with the other two still seeming too groggy to take any sort of action. The good news is that most of the team is either too quick or too well-armored to take any further damage. The bad news is that the mouse in the back sees that the situation is going south, and starts making a beeline for the stairs heading upward! &amp;amp;quot;Save me! They&amp;amp;#39;re dangerous!&amp;amp;quot; she pleads one last time, obviously addressing the guards. Phosphorus will find that even with her skill level, weaving her way through the crowds of brawlers will be slow going - she&amp;amp;#39;s beginning to near one of the nests, though, with patient effort and care. The team of Zophah, Mal, and Arris (and Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s daughter) will have somewhat more success, though care must be taken not to let Mal fall behind. The sniper tower does appear to be manned, and the sniper - an eagle-eyed fellow who is a literal eagle - seems relieved as hell. He doesn&amp;amp;#39;t appear to have any idea what&amp;amp;#39;s going on, but there&amp;amp;#39;s been little communication from the main building, and his station is almost overrun! With that explanation, he goes right back to firing, taking shots of opportunity where he can.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris speaks to the eagle sniper. &amp;amp;quot;I think it&amp;amp;#39;s best you give your comm unit to the fox woman there, sir. My wife is at least a little proficient with technology. Do you know &amp;amp;quot; Sie then puts away the railgun again in favour of the sniper rifle, aiming out of the tower with the sniper and starting to shoot down ferals from there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara was dismayed as the rodent starts slipping away; she tries firing after her, but doesn&amp;amp;#39;t start outright running yet, still trying to recover from tackling the guard like she did. Not that she did all that much damage to him... which she tries to rectify by at least trying to disarm him. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Now I see you&amp;amp;#39;re picking the hard way!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker shouts as she weaves through the spray of bullets, charging through the air like the little pink fireball she is.  &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s see if I can get a strike!&amp;amp;quot;  She roars as she brightens the pink aura and flames surrounding her.  She dashes through the air towards the group of guards, making to charge straight through them and into the mouse before it can get anywhere.  To make the job easier, she ignites the air in front of the mouse, creating a small explosion 2 cubic inches large a short distance in front of her face.  If the force of the explosion doesn&amp;amp;#39;t stop it in it&amp;amp;#39;s tracks, the surprise should at least do the trick.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus blinks for a moment before his armor catches a few rounds, Coyote&amp;amp;#39;s crack that hurts! Snarling a bit he dumps the grenade back in the bag, pulling out a bright yellow aresol can instead that he shakes for a few seconds. &amp;amp;quot;God damn just stand down!&amp;amp;quot; He snaps as he points it towards the guards, and sadly the people he&amp;amp;#39;s been working with before he lets loose a spray of incredibly fowl smelling yellow liquid that would harden almost instantly upon impact, making sure to spread it around any threat within view as he notices the mouse. His next priority as he starts heading towards that way, drawing the revolver at his hip with a cock back of the hammer. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The Human blinks as Zophah grabs his hand and runs. &amp;amp;quot;What?!&amp;amp;quot; he says, running along to keep up with the team, firing the occasional shot into any feral that gets too close. Mal huffs as they make it into the sniper tower, and leans against the wall, keeping an eye out for ferals and firing off warning shots. Eh, they don&amp;amp;#39;t need those knees anyway... &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;amp;quot;Need any help?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, holding up his Remington during a lull of feral attacks.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus growls. Navigating through this damn crowd is much slower than she would&amp;amp;#39;ve liked, especially being separated from the others. Thankfully, she&amp;amp;#39;s making much better time alone than with dragging a bunch of others along, but still. Her plan to search whatever remains is intact. When she gets there.&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia was so totally ignorant about everything that was happening. She had absolutely no clue why was everyone so worked up about some poor mouse yelling in the back there, chasing after her like a swarm of rabid dogs plowing through poor guards. Guards who were fucking retarded enough to open friendly fire! No-no she wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t have any of that and as soon as the first bullet was sent in her direction she repaid in kind aiming at the nearest of her co-workers in zephyr uniform. As the weapon went off, it struck her... This mouse was no ordinary mouse. It was a whole spectrum or rainbow of differences from other mice! Without any deleay she moved with the rest.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah directs her drones to cover Arris and the sniper while her wisp covers arial attacks and her spirit bear covers the main entrance to the building. She then helps Mal with catching his breath, giving some of her nanites to him for nanite recovery. &amp;amp;quot;Judging from your reactions you aren&amp;amp;#39;t used to... all this.&amp;amp;quot; She then waves her hand nonchalantly. &amp;amp;quot;Just stick by me and we&amp;amp;#39;ll all be fine.&amp;amp;quot; Once Mal recovers a bit she checks in with everyone in the group before watching out for whatever could have attacked the other sniper nests.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The explosion in front of the mouse has the desired effect...probably? Instead of simply stopping, the mouse squeaks, lurches backwards, and goes tumbling down the stairs...right into Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s charge! That, combined with the gunshot from Astara, is enough to do more than stop the mouse: shi&amp;amp;#39;s out like a light! Also SPLAT. The entire lobby is covered in a coating of rancid-smelling glue-like substance, doing a fine job of sticking all six guards (and Astara) securely to the floor; had Parthenia charged forward, she would surely have been pinned as well! That&amp;amp;#39;s gonna take some serious work to clean up. Arris gets a look from the eagle guy, who flatly states, &amp;amp;quot;That&amp;amp;#39;s a negative. I have two things up here - my rifle and my comm unit - and I&amp;amp;#39;m not about to surrender either. Thanks for the assist, though.&amp;amp;quot; Arris will score some good shots - Mal somewhat less so - and the team effort will produce a spot with less ferals around it, at least around the immediate area surrounding the tower. It&amp;amp;#39;s...helpful? At least there&amp;amp;#39;s plenty of ammo.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus, in the meantime, will finally reach her goal! ...and quite possibly wish she hadn&amp;amp;#39;t. There&amp;amp;#39;s no sign of a person, but there&amp;amp;#39;s signs of bits of a person, and copious amounts of blood in the tower; this place was clearly overrun, and the sniper stationed here was no match for the onslaught. A sniper rifle lays discarded on the ground - what use would a feral have for it? - and soon enough, Phosphorus will find herself alone with her thoughts. For the moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Something clicks into Arris&amp;amp;#39; head. &amp;amp;quot;Wait. Broken comm unit...&amp;amp;quot; Sie slaps hirself on the head, pulling out hir own comm unit and trying to get a message to Zephyr, but with no reply. &amp;amp;quot;Oh, I guess it&amp;amp;#39;s not a problem with the comm unit then, but a problem at HQ.&amp;amp;quot; Sie pulls hir rifle from the opening, turning to Zophah as well. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, Mal, I think we should head back to the main building and check the comm system or something. Are you staying here, sir?&amp;amp;quot; Sie turns back to the sniper.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;What the f-&amp;amp;quot; is about all that Astara gets out before she wisens up and closes her mouth, avoiding getting a mouthful of whatever gods-forsaken substance encases her, cutting her off from the world. There&amp;amp;#39;s muffled, angry &amp;amp;quot;Mmmph!&amp;amp;quot;s and copious amounts of profanity, but she&amp;amp;#39;s unable to do stuff for the time being.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker hovers in the air as she looks down at the knocked out mouse, then turns to see the sticky ball of guards plus agent.  Then over to the other two in the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, I stopped it at least.  Now, questioning or head on up and figure out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on with the guns upstairs?&amp;amp;quot; she asks Parthenia and Angus nonchalantly now that the fighting has stopped.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls, waving a hand in front of his nose. &amp;amp;quot;Shit, smells worse then she warned me.&amp;amp;quot; Definitly going to have to inform Tova rancid egg smell is not a consumer fan, but for now he walks over to where the mouse is out. Holsting the gun quickly he pulls out some rope to tie up their new mousey friend, an after thought making him tear off a strip of cloth from his under shirt to tie over the mouses eyes before he stands up. &amp;amp;quot;Check comms, see if there is anyone still sane around here.&amp;amp;quot; He answers Firecracker, fishing out a cigarette since it seems no guards are going to be able to stop him from lighting it before walking over to Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Give me oneee second, I think she gave me the solvent for this.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Used to, what? Ferals overrunning professional guards?&amp;amp;quot; Mal asks with a glare, &amp;amp;quot;No. No I am not. I&amp;amp;#39;m not used to wading through a crowd, putting bullets in nuts. I haven&amp;amp;#39;t been to a Black Friday sale in 8 years,&amp;amp;quot; he adds, grinning after a moment. JOKES! &amp;amp;quot;Ahh, good times.&amp;amp;quot; The Human blinks and looks at Arris. &amp;amp;quot;Seriously?&amp;amp;quot; He groans and looks out at the mob. &amp;amp;quot;Right, right. Figures that&amp;amp;#39;s how it works,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, slipping a new magazine into his M1911. &amp;amp;quot;So, how are we doing this?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, holstering the gun and picking up his Remington 700.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Damn. Not sure what she expected, but certainly she hoped there&amp;amp;#39;d be something more useful. Phosphorus takes the loaded cartridge out of the sniper rifle left behind, giving it a quick shove into her bag. The panda shakes her head, beginning to descend the latter. May as well regroup with the others, then.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia raises a brow. Typical mutants even their weapons stink like shit. Walking over to one of the stuck guards she leans over him... Her... It... Whatever. Offering him a backhand to test if the creature is back to its sane state yet, or... Trying to snap it out of it if he isn&amp;amp;#39;t. Her hand then reaches down to grab the guard by the hair... Fur... Whatever. &amp;amp;quot;Hey! Snap out of it!&amp;amp;quot; She offers another backhand, the armored glove probably doesn&amp;amp;#39;t feel too nice... But hey! They are guards, they should be used to abuse by now. &amp;amp;quot;Are you with me soldier? Do you know what is happening?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah observes the situation and finds that the sniper nests weren&amp;amp;#39;t the problem. &amp;amp;quot;If only I saw it sooner!&amp;amp;quot; She yells to herself, pulling out her comm unit. She then tries to contact the other members of the group to ask &amp;amp;quot;How is the situation inside Zephyr HQ? The snipers aren&amp;amp;#39;t getting contact with the main building.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The sniper nods his head to Arris, quick and smart. &amp;amp;quot;I have a job to do. I&amp;amp;#39;ll do mine, you do yours.&amp;amp;quot; With that, he&amp;amp;#39;s back to picking off ferals wherever he can find his targets, leaving the team to its own devices. &amp;amp;quot;Radio me when you can, will you?&amp;amp;quot; Just the one request, it seems. As Angus discusses the options for liberating Astara, one of the guards speaks up. &amp;amp;quot;Um...Angus? How did we get on the ground?&amp;amp;quot; he asks. &amp;amp;quot;And what the hell is that smell? God, it smells like an Excremental ate too many beans!&amp;amp;quot; And then, the backhand. &amp;amp;quot;OW!&amp;amp;quot; The other guards murmur sounds of assent; it certainly sounds like they&amp;amp;#39;re behaving like their old selves again. Zophah will find that there&amp;amp;#39;s nothing wrong with her comm unit, or honestly, the comm units of anyone present...there simply isn&amp;amp;#39;t any response from HQ if prompted.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris begins exiting the sniper tower, opening hir comm unit and activating voice message for Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Hey, the HQ isn&amp;amp;#39;t responding. Could you go up and find out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on in there? Thanks.&amp;amp;quot; Sie closes the channel, then pages Phosphorus: &amp;amp;quot;Phosphorus, it&amp;amp;#39;s Arris. Uh, what did you find in that tower?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara was a very, very unhappy camper, all petrified in this shell of glue. But not much else she can do at this point - but boy, is she going to do /something/ when she&amp;amp;#39;s free. Hell hath no fury like an angry succubus.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Yeah fine, I&amp;amp;#39;ll do that while you clean up your mess here.&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says to Angus as she listens in on the comms.  &amp;amp;quot;Anyone still sane around here?&amp;amp;quot; she asks through her unit.  As she waits for a response, she calls over to the human in the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  Cannon lady!  I like your style!  Let&amp;amp;#39;s head on up to see what&amp;amp;#39;s going on.&amp;amp;quot;  She points to the stairs upwards as she starts going.  &amp;amp;quot;Oh and I&amp;amp;#39;m Firecracker by the way, and this should help us a bit.&amp;amp;quot;  She says over her shoulder.  As she moves, she links her vision to Angus, allowing him to see everything she does and at the same time takes his vision into her own.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls a little as he swears he can almost hear muffled curses, and see a glare from Astara as he takes out a smaller spray canister. &amp;amp;quot;Look, not the time or place to get angry. So I&amp;amp;#39;ll say this once, you move at all while this is working you&amp;amp;#39;re going to lose hair.&amp;amp;quot; As soon as Firecracker links their vision his eyes go wide in shock and surprise for a moment, not because of the link was new to him but because ther WAS a link before he gets back to his work. His hand only shaking a little bit as he starts spraying down people. &amp;amp;quot;Barry? That you? Hey man, welcome back. The Crazy armored chick with the big gun hit all of you with this shit smelling stuff, you should really get her back for that.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The Coyote then frowns, a flinching just a little as his new vision is cut off from Firecracker, wondering if something went wrong.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal grumbles and follows along behind the Gator, popping a new round into the Remington and locking. &amp;amp;quot;Then let&amp;amp;#39;s go. I&amp;amp;#39;ve got shit that needs doing,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, patting an inside pocket of his trench coat and nodding as he slips the rifle over a shoulder and drawing his M1911. &amp;amp;quot;Gonna need a free hand,&amp;amp;quot; he murmurs, before looking to the team. &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s move.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Tower clear. Signs of personnel fatality.&amp;amp;quot; Phosphorus says, into the comm. She&amp;amp;#39;s navigating through the crowd and to the doors, again, this time speeding things up a little by shooting ferals that happen to get into her way. You know. Just to speed things up.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia peers at the guard... Blinks... She is clearly holding him by the hair/beard/whiskers/ears whatever is sticking out the most on his head, and yet the fool is staring off in to the distance. Speaking of some... Beef? Yup he was lost. Gone... The brain is friend and now probably was badly shaken by the backhands. Alas. The woman stand back up, dusts herself off and goes off to make sure Mike the choppa pilot is alright! &amp;amp;quot;Uh... Yes, sure I&amp;amp;#39;ll catch up to you in a moment.&amp;amp;quot; She said waving her hand dismissively to the flying horse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah sighs before gathering everyone up. &amp;amp;quot;Ok, back to HQ now. Everyone rested for the trip back?&amp;amp;quot; Once everyone is accounted for, she gives the sniper a last &amp;amp;quot;Good luck.&amp;amp;quot; before leading everyone out the building. She displays the same combat leadership on the way back to the Zephyr building, though hopefully the ferals have thinned out since they came out there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The attempt to create a sensory linkup with Angus is effective! ...for all of about three seconds. For reasons possibly known to Angus and most unlikely to be known to anyone else, the link backfires in short order, leaving Firecracker with a &amp;amp;#39;loose end&amp;amp;#39; of sorts to draw back. As Angus starts spraying folks with solvent - not enough for Astara and the whole guard contingent, maybe enough for her and one or two guards at most - Barry blinks at Angus in confusion. &amp;amp;quot;The same one who hit me?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, before shooting Parthenia a glare. &amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll be having a talk later.&amp;amp;quot; he assures her. It&amp;amp;#39;s going to be roughly the same amount of time fighting back to the building as it took to get to the sniper post, with the group of Arris-Mal-Zophah-daughter making the voyage much more quickly than Phosphorus alone. The battle continues to rage outside as the group tries to reconvene, with at least the lobby comparatively secured (albeit very, very sticky). It&amp;amp;#39;s a start![[Category:RPLogs]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aaron: /* Log */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;=Participants=&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Aaron]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Angus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Arris]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Astara]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Firecracker]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Mal]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Parthenia]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Phosphorus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Zophah]]&lt;br /&gt;
=Date=&lt;br /&gt;
20/11/2016&lt;br /&gt;
=Log=&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Whether you came out from inside the building or fought your way to the center, one thing is clear: the scene outside of Zephyr is one of utter bedlam. It almost seems as though there&amp;amp;#39;s an all-out war going on in the streets, with the so-called &amp;amp;quot;safe area&amp;amp;quot; completely overrun with skunk beasts and latex foxes, and blue gryphons circling overhead. Something must have gone seriously wrong, and it&amp;amp;#39;s immediately apparent what: the normal sniper fire that would keep the ferals at bay is a tiny fraction of what it should be, less than a tenth, and it simply isn&amp;amp;#39;t enough. Agents of all stripe (literally, in case of the skunk girls) are fighting tooth, claw, and everything else to fend off the attackers, but the question remains: where are the snipers who keep us safe? Where are the answers we so badly need, and who&amp;amp;#39;s responsible for this?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris rushes out into the panic, sniper rifle in hands and railgun slung over hir shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Holy hell, what&amp;amp;#39;s going on?&amp;amp;quot; Sie loads a chamber into hir rifle, then waves back to a fox lady behind hir. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah! Stay close to me!&amp;amp;quot; Arris then looks down hir scope, scouting the battlefield for the most burly-looking feral and opening fire.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara looked completely unamused as she walks briskly towards Z&amp;amp;#39;s entrance, shoving ferals aside, and occasionally delivering a swift kick with one of her high-heeled boots to particularly agressive mutants. The demoness has a laser pistol in one hand, but she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t bother using unless the formerly mentioned methods aren&amp;amp;#39;t quite getting the message across to the feral hordes. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker dashes out of the building to the sounds of fighting everywhere.  Her normal cheery smile turns into a cocky grin as she looks around.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, time to be a hero!&amp;amp;quot; she says to nobody in particular as she puts on her cape and shades, eyes glimmering with fire.  Looking up to the air, she decides it&amp;amp;#39;s time to ground some birds.  Her whole body is enveloped with a pink aura of flames as she shoots off into the skies, looking to clear them out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus pauses a bit in his tracks on his way to Zepyhr has he manages to walk in on a...riot, revolution, or did someone run out of their favorite strawberry smoothie? Either way this would be a hamper on his day, reaching up to the cigarette he was puffing to throw it off some where. Reaching down he swings around the old Bren gun a friend had given him, reaching into a pocket at his belt to pull out a magazine to slap into the well at the top of the gun, drawing the bolt back. &amp;amp;quot;I really hope this is just black friday and Zeyphr&amp;amp;#39;s having a sale on condoms.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters as he braces the gun against his hip, taking note of the Demoness pushing her way through part of the crowd as he tries to follow in her wake with his finger on the trigger guard. Sparks popping in the air around him with the smell of ozone to follow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A RSX operative runs from around the corner of the building, most likely having just gotten off the &amp;amp;#39;copter, his eyes wide. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit?!&amp;amp;quot; Mal calls out, shrugging off his Remington 700 and aiming at the first feral he can see, firing off a shot. &amp;amp;quot;Seriously, you don&amp;amp;#39;t see ferals overrunning RSX, do you...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, pulling the bolt back and lining up another shot.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus slips out from around the other side of the building, dressed in dark, shadowy clothing with her assault rifle at the ready. There&amp;amp;#39;s little to no point expending precious ammunition in the middle of this battlefield, &amp;amp;#39;specially when this mission is off to do something completely different. She tips a friendly nod to those she knows, those she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t, and tips a casual pull of the trigger into a hostile that got too close. &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s get this damned thing done.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia says, &amp;amp;quot;I always knew this would happen!&amp;amp;quot; Grumbled the armored human as she was leaving the building. Many others seemed to be rushing out as well to provide help. Fully equipped she was lugging a gun... No rather a canon no normal human should be able to lift. Armored suite was supported by an exoskeleton giving her the necessary boost in strength additional battery strapped to the back, backpack style. Taking a few steps away from the door, she whistled at the Firecracker. Pony got some fire in her! Explains the name! Planting her feet in to more stable position she flicked the switch on her weapon. Joint of her armor locking up, low humming nose getting louder by the second as her weapon charges up.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah reaches the meet point behind Arris with her dragon daughter, Dios, covering behind with Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s two drones, her companion wisp, and her spirit bear. She yells &amp;amp;quot;Everyone accounted for?!&amp;amp;quot; before taking a quick look around, directing her drones and spirit bear to guard the door to Zephyr. She then stands next to her mate, Arris, when an angry Dios engulfs a few nearby ferals in Shadow Breath.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;While the violence occuring outside the building is a compelling sight, several things become immediately obvious once an attempt is made to quell the riot: 1) There are already dozens of agents doing the same thing. 2) The near-total absence of sniper fire and guards is a major detriment to the agents&amp;amp;#39; efforts. 3) As much as people are needed outside the building to fend off the assault, the other agents are holding their ground for the time being; you can certainly focus your efforts here if you choose to, but getting to the root of this problem might be a good idea. Firecracker will swiftly find herself surrounded and horribly outnumbered in the skies, flying off alone as she has. The gryphons circling her don&amp;amp;#39;t appear to be intimidated, possibly due to the sheer number of them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris watches a gryphon take off into the sky through hir scope, pulling hir eye away from the lens to quietly judge whether it&amp;amp;#39;s worth it to try and help out Firecracker. &amp;amp;quot;Hmm. Eh, no point in saving someone who&amp;amp;#39;s practically done for right now,&amp;amp;quot; sie mutters, before returning hir focus back to the ground. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, if you need any healing, come to me, alright?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara keeps pushing forward until she&amp;amp;#39;s at the door, slipping past the line of defense of the dozens of agents out front. She catches the human agent&amp;amp;#39;s grumblings, stopping to look down to him... and rolling her eyes. &amp;amp;quot;You don&amp;amp;#39;t /usually/ see ferals overrunning Zephyr...&amp;amp;quot; she looks back to the disarray behind her, sighing loudly and shaking her head. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to go ask someone what the fuck is going on here, try and get to the bottom of this mess.&amp;amp;quot; Without further pause, she jogs inside to see if anyone is still at the reception area of the lobby. Maybe they could point the way to something helpful?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Tch... Why aren&amp;amp;#39;t those snipers doing their jobs?!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says to herself as she fights in the air.  &amp;amp;quot;Damnit!  There&amp;amp;#39;s just too many up here right now...  As much as I hate to do this, guess I gotta fall back.&amp;amp;quot;  She strikes an intimidating pose with her forelegs crossed in front off her, giving an air of extreme confidence as she shouts, &amp;amp;quot;If you wanna die, go ahead and follow me!&amp;amp;quot;  She then goes to drop from the skies and head towards her allies near the front door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls, adjusting his rifle as he picks it up and rests it over his shoulder. Quietly tip-toeing past snapping ferals, trigger happy agents, and whatever else could be going wrong here while ignoring the fact most of them could pass as extras in some half backed Halloween porno before he finally gets to the small gathering behind the agents, hoping his outfit isn&amp;amp;#39;t to covered in blood. &amp;amp;quot;Ya so, what&amp;amp;#39;s with the mob? Baked goods half off?&amp;amp;quot; He asks, already looking around to see why Zeyphr hasn&amp;amp;#39;t called in the big guns yet as his ears perk up, the scent of blood making him a little riled up and ready for a fight. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Well, let&amp;amp;#39;s go find out why this is an exception,&amp;amp;quot; the Human mutters, shrugging his rifle back onto his shoulder. He looks around the chaotic scene, and shakes his head at Angus. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t know, I just hopped off the helicopter. It was hell; there were gryphons everywhere,&amp;amp;quot; he says, adding, &amp;amp;quot;But we need to figure out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on, and fast. I don&amp;amp;#39;t think we&amp;amp;#39;re gonna hold &amp;amp;#39;em off forever.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Aye. Let&amp;amp;#39;s try to do our jobs. As we see, the snipers aren&amp;amp;#39;t by their posts, so I&amp;amp;#39;d recommend going to check those out. And their immediate area. People&amp;amp;#39;re welcome to come with -- I&amp;amp;#39;d recommend someone else trying to find out whose in charge and ask them, too.&amp;amp;quot; Phosphorus takes out at a casual walk towards one of the aforementioned posts, eyeing the panic with a hint of amusement.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia probably would have been screaming something like &amp;amp;#39;I&amp;amp;#39;ma firing mah lazor!&amp;amp;#39; is she was shooting her load from her mouth. And... If it looked anything like, well, laser... Pulling out her shotgun and charging into the fray, she begins to blast everyone and everything she sees. She&#039;s not trying to shoot agents, but she isn&#039;t trying NOT to shoot agents either, and a pile of groaning, badly wounded bodies is soon laying at her feet... they won&#039;t be getting up any time soon. The rapid recoil does a number on her shoulder, but she&#039;ll rely on her nanites to heal her... reducing the number of mutants attacking was the main priority for now.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah redirects the drones and her wisp to cover any arial assults while waiting for a response from Zephyr, using the spirit bear as mobile cover. &amp;amp;quot;I won&amp;amp;#39;t need any healing, I&amp;amp;#39;ve got Phoenix in my blood right now.&amp;amp;quot; Zophah states, creating a Mirage stacked with her daughter&amp;amp;#39;s Mirage to drive back some more random ferals. &amp;amp;quot;Once we find a mental mouse, I have skills to determine if they are responsible.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara will indeed be greeted by guards, but perhaps not in the way she intends. &amp;amp;quot;Hands where I can see them!&amp;amp;quot; one of them shouts. The lobby has been cleared of friendly agents, with about half a dozen guards and one Mental Mouse as the only occupant. &amp;amp;quot;P-please, she&amp;amp;#39;s going to hurt me - you have to protect me, get her out of here!&amp;amp;quot; cries the rodent in a fairly compelling tone that would convince many that she&amp;amp;#39;s telling the truth and Astara is a dangerous criminal! Outside, the scene is continued savagery: bites, flame attacks, sprays, and lord-only-knows what else is being used to keep the assault at bay. Unfortunately, the problem is an extension of what it always was: there&amp;amp;#39;s a limited supply of agents and a seemingly unlimited supply of ferals, and for every agent that joins the fight, countless more opponents do the same. Phosphorus will quickly find that if she wants to make it out to a sniper post, she&amp;amp;#39;s going to have to fight her way to it, past multiple opponents (and allies). And then Parthenia shoots her load...on the upside, quite a number of ferals are down for the count. On the downside, firing into melee means that several allied agents have suffered the same fate. Oh lord, there&amp;amp;#39;s going to be hell to pay, and paperwork for miles.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The gryphons that surrounded Firecracker do seem afraid, but it doesn&amp;amp;#39;t seem like they were giving chase in the first place. They go right back to their aerial assault against the building&amp;amp;#39;s rooftop.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris sees the red panda with the sniper rifle, giving her a nod before focusing on the ferals that are attempting to approach her. Sie keeps most of them down before they can get to Phosphorus, though sie does get startled by the sudden death cannon going off a few meters away from her, ceasing fire temporarily. &amp;amp;quot;Hey! Don&amp;amp;#39;t shoot that... whatever that thing is.&amp;amp;quot; Sie shakes hir fist angrily at Parthenia. &amp;amp;quot;You&amp;amp;#39;re helping us as much as you are hindering us!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara blinks a few times, narrowing her eyes on the scheming little mental mouse before her. &amp;amp;quot;Come now, boys, you&amp;amp;#39;re going to fall for something like that? I thought Zephyr trained their guards better... to be prepared against ANY mutant enemies. Even the ones that manipulate more than bite or fuck: much like this manipulative mental mouse here. I&amp;amp;#39;ve never even SEEN her before, but I&amp;amp;#39;ve studied mutations enough to know about her ilk and their ways.&amp;amp;quot; She casts a glance back to the ones behind her, an annoyed one, at that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Guys, I&amp;amp;#39;m bringing the party to you!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she rockets in to a sharp stop by the other agents at the door.  She quickly spins around to see the swarms of... nothing following her.  She blinks a couple times then relaxes as she says, &amp;amp;quot;Oh, guess I&amp;amp;#39;m just as scary as I thought, heh.&amp;amp;quot;  She looks around at those around on the ground, deciding she&amp;amp;#39;ll team up with whoever&amp;amp;#39;s checking on the sniper situation, seeing that it&amp;amp;#39;ll be easy for her to get to the roof.  &amp;amp;quot;So, who&amp;amp;#39;s checking on those guys who&amp;amp;#39;re s&amp;amp;#39;posed to be keeping the skies clear?  I&amp;amp;#39;m with you!&amp;amp;quot;  She flies off to join the appropriate team member shortly thereafter.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus was about to ask another question of the party before what amounts to a bomb goes off in his poor ears, both of them folding as he nearly drops his gun. &amp;amp;quot;Sweet mother of coyote, what!?&amp;amp;quot; He snaps, already digging an finger in his ear to try and stop the ringing, that was worse then one of his own bombs when it came to deafening someone! He blinks, utterly confused as to what just managed to nearly deafen him as he decides it may be best to stay with the rest of the group near the building, as he would have to rely on his eyes and nose for the time.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal looks around again, nodding. &amp;amp;quot;Right, right. Let&amp;amp;#39;s go find out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on,&amp;amp;quot; he says, utterly clueless. He grits his teeth at the loud noise, shaking his head and eyeing the scene before following along behind Phosphorus. &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;amp;#39;t hear anything!&amp;amp;quot; he calls out, clutching an ear and grimacing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;DUUUCK!&amp;amp;quot; Yells the armored human belatedly. Her blast already carved a chasm of smoking corpses down the street! The sight was... Beautiful! Flesh burnt clean from bones, some of the skunk beasts seem to have evaporated out of existents completely, some agents no doubt have too. Well it happens sometimes. And Zephyr will understand that this sacrifice must have been made! For if they haven&amp;amp;#39;t giving their life defending the building the damages would have been so much more expensive to repair. Really, who cares about a few agent&amp;amp;#39;s lives where your mega corporation could save a few creds. No one! Well... Aside from their families perhaps. Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s smirk quickly vanishes the second she sees the corpse-chasm filling up with more rioting bests. The joints on her armor unlock, a sure sign that the weapon will not be fired again. She pulls the strap from her shoulder letting the batter drop from her back on the floor. Drained and useless. The situation was much worse then she originally thought. Perhaps defending this place was a bad idea? Not like she had anyone important to her inside the building. They guy who pays of course was a person she thought about but the rest? Maybe Mike can help her out here. Or... &amp;amp;quot;Seems like I&amp;amp;#39;m all out of ammo! I did all I could! You got this guys!&amp;amp;quot; She yelled to the gathering. The fact that she still had a shotgun and a pistol hanging of off her persona didn&amp;amp;#39;t seem to meter much. No ammo means no ammo! With the &amp;amp;#39;Death canon&amp;amp;#39; in tow she waddles back inside. &amp;amp;quot;Reloading!&amp;amp;quot; She informed the guard while budging her way through a few mutants who decided to go seek shelter it seems.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah keeps her drones and summons covering Arris and Dios. With illusion nanomagic she creates a small replica of the city, small dots lining the &amp;amp;#39;safe zone&amp;amp;#39; labeled for Zephyr sniper nests. She speaks loud enough over the fight for those in the immediate area to hear her say &amp;amp;quot;Check the sniper nests for the missing gunners. Here is a layout of possible locations. I&amp;amp;#39;m going to the south. Arris, can you come with me?&amp;amp;quot; Once everyone gets a look at the map she then brings her crew together to fight her way south.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The complaint from Astara is met with a more forceful, &amp;amp;quot;Hands in the air, get out of here, now!&amp;amp;quot; by one of the guards. Weapons are cocked (and cocks are weaponized in some cases), and it looks very much like Astara is about to be the subject of quite a bit of gunfire...and then Parthenia bursts through the door! The good news is that she does indeed get the guard&amp;amp;#39;s attention. The bad news is that this means that about half of the guards are now targeting Astara, and half of them are targeting Parthenia! &amp;amp;quot;You are in violation of Zephyr space! Turn back! This is your final warning!&amp;amp;quot; barks one of the higher-ups in the guard team, while the mouse in the background offers a smug smirk now that the attention of the guards is focused elsewhere. Phosphorus and Mal will quickly find themselves embroiled in endless brawling, making painfully slow progress toward one of the towers...except that Mal will quickly realize that he&amp;amp;#39;s just not equipped to wade through a crowd this size, getting banged about and bruised quite a bit before being repelled back toward the building. In the meantime, while Zophah, Angus, Firecracker, and Arris decide what to do (with Zophah asking for volunteer, Firecracker looking for a group that does not yet exist, and Angus and Arris holding their position), the structure of the group seems to be breaking...and with it, the safety that comes with numbers.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris nods at Zophah, providing a few more rounds of cover fire for Phosphorus before slinging the sniper rifle over hir back. As sie walks over to Zophah, sie starts pulling out the nanite railgun instead. &amp;amp;quot;Alright, Zophah. Where are we going to go?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara holsters her pistol, and raises her hands up in the air, just as ordered... but that doesn&amp;amp;#39;t mean she&amp;amp;#39;s complacent. Oh no, she&amp;amp;#39;s up to something, as the guard who was barking out orders at her finds out when Parthy bursts through the door. He&amp;amp;#39;s engulfed by the forest wisp Astara just summoned, confusing him to no small degree as the ethereal fireball makes him vulnerable and distracted... probably some of the other guards, too. She draws out her pistol once again, and makes a beeline to charge at one of the guards to attempt to body-slam him, while she takes aim at the other focused on her with that newly reactivated pistol.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s ear flicks at the sounds of fighting going on inside as she was about to head in.  She charges in more urgently as a result, shouting out &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  We&amp;amp;#39;re all supposed to be on the same side in here!  Knock it off!&amp;amp;quot;  She gives the people a few seconds to indeed knock it off, and if they don&amp;amp;#39;t, the most hostile-looking one is getting a hoof in the mouth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus lets out a pent up sigh of relief as his hearing finally starts to come back, that was way to much of a scare for him. Looking over the situation his ears perk, his focus on the mob for a bit as he judges the situation for a few more seconds. Reaching over he taps Zophah on the shoulder, pointing towards Mal as he gets battered around. &amp;amp;quot;To much of a shit storm here to split up more, mind getting skinny over there and seeing if you can&amp;amp;#39;t group up with the panda? Doesn&amp;amp;#39;t matter what nest you check out they&amp;amp;#39;ll have clear lines of sight on the others if they are smart.&amp;amp;quot; Reaching into his pack he pulls out what looks to be a Silver canister, putting it in their hands. &amp;amp;quot;This is tear gas, not some little pop and forget shit. If you have to use it for fucks sake stay up wind, cover your mouth and nose and close your eyes.&amp;amp;quot; He makes sure to hold his grip on it long enough that they would have to focus on him. &amp;amp;quot;This ain&amp;amp;#39;t hollywood, don&amp;amp;#39;t drop it and expect you&amp;amp;#39;re going to be fine. This shit puts people in the hospital.&amp;amp;quot; With that said he stands up to look at where the nests could be before he hears fighting, his scowl deepening as he reaches into his coat, another of those silver canisters in hand as he storms off to the lobby.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal kicks a feral away as he scrambles his way back to the wall, leaning against it and muttering obscenities under his breath as he shrugs off his bolt-action rifle. &amp;amp;quot;Oh, good, I can hear the screaming again...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, slipping a round into a chamber as he looks around, blinking at the charring across the way. He shakes his head and looks to the group. &amp;amp;quot;What&amp;amp;#39;s the plan?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, breathing heavily as he looks between the mash-up of mutants and chaos. &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;amp;#39;t get through the crowd,&amp;amp;quot; he adds, looking at the canister for a moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Heh. Nobody followed. Phosphorus makes her way towards the abandoned post, rifle ready, occasionally spitting out metered shots when enemies get too close for comfort. She slips onto the latter, deftly climbing up to where the snipers normally stand, looking around for clues. The panda keeps an ear open and alert, making sure nothing&amp;amp;#39;ll sneak up on her, but hopefully the investigation yields results.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Wh-what the \fuck\ are you talking about you /piece/ of -shit-?&amp;amp;quot; Yells the human. &amp;amp;quot;I /AM/ a mother fucking Zephyr space! Agent Parthenia Kairis, badge number 36811! I need to reload my weapons!&amp;amp;quot; The leviathan of a gun is let go, it drops down on the floor with a heavy cling. And than that happens... And by that, I mean Astara. The situation was getting more and more retarded by the second. On one hand the guards seem to have been way too worked up, and not at all outside helping to hold the front line... Which of course could have been helpful. And on the other hand we&amp;amp;#39;ve had a mutant going bat-shit-insane inside the building... First reaction would naturally be to pull a gun on the Pack leader... Second... She didn&amp;amp;#39;t have time for a second reaction! Her hand reaches down to pull her shotgun. &amp;amp;quot;No shit Sherlock! Get that demon!&amp;amp;quot; Parthenia yells to the flying in Firecraker, her hand points at Astara. Nope, she didn&amp;amp;#39;t see the mental mouse yet! All focus on the guards and the demon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah greatfully takes the canister from Angus, then &amp;amp;#39;marks&amp;amp;#39; Arris, Mal, Angus and her own daughter Dios with Biomonitoring Sight nanomagic. &amp;amp;quot;Come with me if you want to live!&amp;amp;quot; She yells as she grabs Mal&amp;amp;#39;s hand, hoping to bring him along on her mission. Fighting her way through the ferals she explains to everyone her plan: &amp;amp;quot;If the sniper nests are falling to some unknown force, I think we need to head off whatever is taking them down.&amp;amp;quot; She then directs her crew as they progress, taking advantage of everyone&amp;amp;#39;s strengths and weaknesses to cover the team as they systematically approach the target location.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Ratta-tatta-tat! Not the pokemon, but the behavior. At the sign of violence, four of the guards open fire on the agents entering the building, with the other two still seeming too groggy to take any sort of action. The good news is that most of the team is either too quick or too well-armored to take any further damage. The bad news is that the mouse in the back sees that the situation is going south, and starts making a beeline for the stairs heading upward! &amp;amp;quot;Save me! They&amp;amp;#39;re dangerous!&amp;amp;quot; she pleads one last time, obviously addressing the guards. Phosphorus will find that even with her skill level, weaving her way through the crowds of brawlers will be slow going - she&amp;amp;#39;s beginning to near one of the nests, though, with patient effort and care. The team of Zophah, Mal, and Arris (and Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s daughter) will have somewhat more success, though care must be taken not to let Mal fall behind. The sniper tower does appear to be manned, and the sniper - an eagle-eyed fellow who is a literal eagle - seems relieved as hell. He doesn&amp;amp;#39;t appear to have any idea what&amp;amp;#39;s going on, but there&amp;amp;#39;s been little communication from the main building, and his station is almost overrun! With that explanation, he goes right back to firing, taking shots of opportunity where he can.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris speaks to the eagle sniper. &amp;amp;quot;I think it&amp;amp;#39;s best you give your comm unit to the fox woman there, sir. My wife is at least a little proficient with technology. Do you know &amp;amp;quot; Sie then puts away the railgun again in favour of the sniper rifle, aiming out of the tower with the sniper and starting to shoot down ferals from there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara was dismayed as the rodent starts slipping away; she tries firing after her, but doesn&amp;amp;#39;t start outright running yet, still trying to recover from tackling the guard like she did. Not that she did all that much damage to him... which she tries to rectify by at least trying to disarm him. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Now I see you&amp;amp;#39;re picking the hard way!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker shouts as she weaves through the spray of bullets, charging through the air like the little pink fireball she is.  &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s see if I can get a strike!&amp;amp;quot;  She roars as she brightens the pink aura and flames surrounding her.  She dashes through the air towards the group of guards, making to charge straight through them and into the mouse before it can get anywhere.  To make the job easier, she ignites the air in front of the mouse, creating a small explosion 2 cubic inches large a short distance in front of her face.  If the force of the explosion doesn&amp;amp;#39;t stop it in it&amp;amp;#39;s tracks, the surprise should at least do the trick.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus blinks for a moment before his armor catches a few rounds, Coyote&amp;amp;#39;s crack that hurts! Snarling a bit he dumps the grenade back in the bag, pulling out a bright yellow aresol can instead that he shakes for a few seconds. &amp;amp;quot;God damn just stand down!&amp;amp;quot; He snaps as he points it towards the guards, and sadly the people he&amp;amp;#39;s been working with before he lets loose a spray of incredibly fowl smelling yellow liquid that would harden almost instantly upon impact, making sure to spread it around any threat within view as he notices the mouse. His next priority as he starts heading towards that way, drawing the revolver at his hip with a cock back of the hammer. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The Human blinks as Zophah grabs his hand and runs. &amp;amp;quot;What?!&amp;amp;quot; he says, running along to keep up with the team, firing the occasional shot into any feral that gets too close. Mal huffs as they make it into the sniper tower, and leans against the wall, keeping an eye out for ferals and firing off warning shots. Eh, they don&amp;amp;#39;t need those knees anyway... &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;amp;quot;Need any help?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, holding up his Remington during a lull of feral attacks.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus growls. Navigating through this damn crowd is much slower than she would&amp;amp;#39;ve liked, especially being separated from the others. Thankfully, she&amp;amp;#39;s making much better time alone than with dragging a bunch of others along, but still. Her plan to search whatever remains is intact. When she gets there.&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia was so totally ignorant about everything that was happening. She had absolutely no clue why was everyone so worked up about some poor mouse yelling in the back there, chasing after her like a swarm of rabid dogs plowing through poor guards. Guards who were fucking retarded enough to open friendly fire! No-no she wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t have any of that and as soon as the first bullet was sent in her direction she repaid in kind aiming at the nearest of her co-workers in zephyr uniform. As the weapon went off, it struck her... This mouse was no ordinary mouse. It was a whole spectrum or rainbow of differences from other mice! Without any deleay she moved with the rest.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah directs her drones to cover Arris and the sniper while her wisp covers arial attacks and her spirit bear covers the main entrance to the building. She then helps Mal with catching his breath, giving some of her nanites to him for nanite recovery. &amp;amp;quot;Judging from your reactions you aren&amp;amp;#39;t used to... all this.&amp;amp;quot; She then waves her hand nonchalantly. &amp;amp;quot;Just stick by me and we&amp;amp;#39;ll all be fine.&amp;amp;quot; Once Mal recovers a bit she checks in with everyone in the group before watching out for whatever could have attacked the other sniper nests.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The explosion in front of the mouse has the desired effect...probably? Instead of simply stopping, the mouse squeaks, lurches backwards, and goes tumbling down the stairs...right into Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s charge! That, combined with the gunshot from Astara, is enough to do more than stop the mouse: shi&amp;amp;#39;s out like a light! Also SPLAT. The entire lobby is covered in a coating of rancid-smelling glue-like substance, doing a fine job of sticking all six guards (and Astara) securely to the floor; had Parthenia charged forward, she would surely have been pinned as well! That&amp;amp;#39;s gonna take some serious work to clean up. Arris gets a look from the eagle guy, who flatly states, &amp;amp;quot;That&amp;amp;#39;s a negative. I have two things up here - my rifle and my comm unit - and I&amp;amp;#39;m not about to surrender either. Thanks for the assist, though.&amp;amp;quot; Arris will score some good shots - Mal somewhat less so - and the team effort will produce a spot with less ferals around it, at least around the immediate area surrounding the tower. It&amp;amp;#39;s...helpful? At least there&amp;amp;#39;s plenty of ammo.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus, in the meantime, will finally reach her goal! ...and quite possibly wish she hadn&amp;amp;#39;t. There&amp;amp;#39;s no sign of a person, but there&amp;amp;#39;s signs of bits of a person, and copious amounts of blood in the tower; this place was clearly overrun, and the sniper stationed here was no match for the onslaught. A sniper rifle lays discarded on the ground - what use would a feral have for it? - and soon enough, Phosphorus will find herself alone with her thoughts. For the moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Something clicks into Arris&amp;amp;#39; head. &amp;amp;quot;Wait. Broken comm unit...&amp;amp;quot; Sie slaps hirself on the head, pulling out hir own comm unit and trying to get a message to Zephyr, but with no reply. &amp;amp;quot;Oh, I guess it&amp;amp;#39;s not a problem with the comm unit then, but a problem at HQ.&amp;amp;quot; Sie pulls hir rifle from the opening, turning to Zophah as well. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, Mal, I think we should head back to the main building and check the comm system or something. Are you staying here, sir?&amp;amp;quot; Sie turns back to the sniper.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;What the f-&amp;amp;quot; is about all that Astara gets out before she wisens up and closes her mouth, avoiding getting a mouthful of whatever gods-forsaken substance encases her, cutting her off from the world. There&amp;amp;#39;s muffled, angry &amp;amp;quot;Mmmph!&amp;amp;quot;s and copious amounts of profanity, but she&amp;amp;#39;s unable to do stuff for the time being.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker hovers in the air as she looks down at the knocked out mouse, then turns to see the sticky ball of guards plus agent.  Then over to the other two in the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, I stopped it at least.  Now, questioning or head on up and figure out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on with the guns upstairs?&amp;amp;quot; she asks Parthenia and Angus nonchalantly now that the fighting has stopped.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls, waving a hand in front of his nose. &amp;amp;quot;Shit, smells worse then she warned me.&amp;amp;quot; Definitly going to have to inform Tova rancid egg smell is not a consumer fan, but for now he walks over to where the mouse is out. Holsting the gun quickly he pulls out some rope to tie up their new mousey friend, an after thought making him tear off a strip of cloth from his under shirt to tie over the mouses eyes before he stands up. &amp;amp;quot;Check comms, see if there is anyone still sane around here.&amp;amp;quot; He answers Firecracker, fishing out a cigarette since it seems no guards are going to be able to stop him from lighting it before walking over to Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Give me oneee second, I think she gave me the solvent for this.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Used to, what? Ferals overrunning professional guards?&amp;amp;quot; Mal asks with a glare, &amp;amp;quot;No. No I am not. I&amp;amp;#39;m not used to wading through a crowd, putting bullets in nuts. I haven&amp;amp;#39;t been to a Black Friday sale in 8 years,&amp;amp;quot; he adds, grinning after a moment. JOKES! &amp;amp;quot;Ahh, good times.&amp;amp;quot; The Human blinks and looks at Arris. &amp;amp;quot;Seriously?&amp;amp;quot; He groans and looks out at the mob. &amp;amp;quot;Right, right. Figures that&amp;amp;#39;s how it works,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, slipping a new magazine into his M1911. &amp;amp;quot;So, how are we doing this?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, holstering the gun and picking up his Remington 700.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Damn. Not sure what she expected, but certainly she hoped there&amp;amp;#39;d be something more useful. Phosphorus takes the loaded cartridge out of the sniper rifle left behind, giving it a quick shove into her bag. The panda shakes her head, beginning to descend the latter. May as well regroup with the others, then.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia raises a brow. Typical mutants even their weapons stink like shit. Walking over to one of the stuck guards she leans over him... Her... It... Whatever. Offering him a backhand to test if the creature is back to its sane state yet, or... Trying to snap it out of it if he isn&amp;amp;#39;t. Her hand then reaches down to grab the guard by the hair... Fur... Whatever. &amp;amp;quot;Hey! Snap out of it!&amp;amp;quot; She offers another backhand, the armored glove probably doesn&amp;amp;#39;t feel too nice... But hey! They are guards, they should be used to abuse by now. &amp;amp;quot;Are you with me soldier? Do you know what is happening?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah observes the situation and finds that the sniper nests weren&amp;amp;#39;t the problem. &amp;amp;quot;If only I saw it sooner!&amp;amp;quot; She yells to herself, pulling out her comm unit. She then tries to contact the other members of the group to ask &amp;amp;quot;How is the situation inside Zephyr HQ? The snipers aren&amp;amp;#39;t getting contact with the main building.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The sniper nods his head to Arris, quick and smart. &amp;amp;quot;I have a job to do. I&amp;amp;#39;ll do mine, you do yours.&amp;amp;quot; With that, he&amp;amp;#39;s back to picking off ferals wherever he can find his targets, leaving the team to its own devices. &amp;amp;quot;Radio me when you can, will you?&amp;amp;quot; Just the one request, it seems. As Angus discusses the options for liberating Astara, one of the guards speaks up. &amp;amp;quot;Um...Angus? How did we get on the ground?&amp;amp;quot; he asks. &amp;amp;quot;And what the hell is that smell? God, it smells like an Excremental ate too many beans!&amp;amp;quot; And then, the backhand. &amp;amp;quot;OW!&amp;amp;quot; The other guards murmur sounds of assent; it certainly sounds like they&amp;amp;#39;re behaving like their old selves again. Zophah will find that there&amp;amp;#39;s nothing wrong with her comm unit, or honestly, the comm units of anyone present...there simply isn&amp;amp;#39;t any response from HQ if prompted.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris begins exiting the sniper tower, opening hir comm unit and activating voice message for Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Hey, the HQ isn&amp;amp;#39;t responding. Could you go up and find out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on in there? Thanks.&amp;amp;quot; Sie closes the channel, then pages Phosphorus: &amp;amp;quot;Phosphorus, it&amp;amp;#39;s Arris. Uh, what did you find in that tower?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara was a very, very unhappy camper, all petrified in this shell of glue. But not much else she can do at this point - but boy, is she going to do /something/ when she&amp;amp;#39;s free. Hell hath no fury like an angry succubus.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Yeah fine, I&amp;amp;#39;ll do that while you clean up your mess here.&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says to Angus as she listens in on the comms.  &amp;amp;quot;Anyone still sane around here?&amp;amp;quot; she asks through her unit.  As she waits for a response, she calls over to the human in the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  Cannon lady!  I like your style!  Let&amp;amp;#39;s head on up to see what&amp;amp;#39;s going on.&amp;amp;quot;  She points to the stairs upwards as she starts going.  &amp;amp;quot;Oh and I&amp;amp;#39;m Firecracker by the way, and this should help us a bit.&amp;amp;quot;  She says over her shoulder.  As she moves, she links her vision to Angus, allowing him to see everything she does and at the same time takes his vision into her own.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls a little as he swears he can almost hear muffled curses, and see a glare from Astara as he takes out a smaller spray canister. &amp;amp;quot;Look, not the time or place to get angry. So I&amp;amp;#39;ll say this once, you move at all while this is working you&amp;amp;#39;re going to lose hair.&amp;amp;quot; As soon as Firecracker links their vision his eyes go wide in shock and surprise for a moment, not because of the link was new to him but because ther WAS a link before he gets back to his work. His hand only shaking a little bit as he starts spraying down people. &amp;amp;quot;Barry? That you? Hey man, welcome back. The Crazy armored chick with the big gun hit all of you with this shit smelling stuff, you should really get her back for that.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The Coyote then frowns, a flinching just a little as his new vision is cut off from Firecracker, wondering if something went wrong.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal grumbles and follows along behind the Gator, popping a new round into the Remington and locking. &amp;amp;quot;Then let&amp;amp;#39;s go. I&amp;amp;#39;ve got shit that needs doing,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, patting an inside pocket of his trench coat and nodding as he slips the rifle over a shoulder and drawing his M1911. &amp;amp;quot;Gonna need a free hand,&amp;amp;quot; he murmurs, before looking to the team. &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s move.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Tower clear. Signs of personnel fatality.&amp;amp;quot; Phosphorus says, into the comm. She&amp;amp;#39;s navigating through the crowd and to the doors, again, this time speeding things up a little by shooting ferals that happen to get into her way. You know. Just to speed things up.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia peers at the guard... Blinks... She is clearly holding him by the hair/beard/whiskers/ears whatever is sticking out the most on his head, and yet the fool is staring off in to the distance. Speaking of some... Beef? Yup he was lost. Gone... The brain is friend and now probably was badly shaken by the backhands. Alas. The woman stand back up, dusts herself off and goes off to make sure Mike the choppa pilot is alright! &amp;amp;quot;Uh... Yes, sure I&amp;amp;#39;ll catch up to you in a moment.&amp;amp;quot; She said waving her hand dismissively to the flying horse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah sighs before gathering everyone up. &amp;amp;quot;Ok, back to HQ now. Everyone rested for the trip back?&amp;amp;quot; Once everyone is accounted for, she gives the sniper a last &amp;amp;quot;Good luck.&amp;amp;quot; before leading everyone out the building. She displays the same combat leadership on the way back to the Zephyr building, though hopefully the ferals have thinned out since they came out there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The attempt to create a sensory linkup with Angus is effective! ...for all of about three seconds. For reasons possibly known to Angus and most unlikely to be known to anyone else, the link backfires in short order, leaving Firecracker with a &amp;amp;#39;loose end&amp;amp;#39; of sorts to draw back. As Angus starts spraying folks with solvent - not enough for Astara and the whole guard contingent, maybe enough for her and one or two guards at most - Barry blinks at Angus in confusion. &amp;amp;quot;The same one who hit me?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, before shooting Parthenia a glare. &amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll be having a talk later.&amp;amp;quot; he assures her. It&amp;amp;#39;s going to be roughly the same amount of time fighting back to the building as it took to get to the sniper post, with the group of Arris-Mal-Zophah-daughter making the voyage much more quickly than Phosphorus alone. The battle continues to rage outside as the group tries to reconvene, with at least the lobby comparatively secured (albeit very, very sticky). It&amp;amp;#39;s a start![[Category:RPLogs]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Zephyr Assault Pt. 2 - RPLOG</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aaron: /* Log */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;=Participants=&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Aaron]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Angus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Arris]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Astara]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Firecracker]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Mal]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Parthenia]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Zophah]]&lt;br /&gt;
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29/11/2016&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;When last we left our intrepid heroes (?), several of them were gathered in the lobby, with Angus liberating Astara from what seemed to be a glue grenade of sorts. Firecracker had taken down one of the mental mice who appeared to be controlling the guards, which had turned on the team and shot Astara, the only one to have been injured in the battle (except for the now-unconscious mouse). While Astara, Parthenia, and Angus dealt with the scenario in the lobby, a team composed of Zophah, Mal, and Arris found their way to a sniper tower where an agent reported an absence of communication from command, and Phosphorus had gone off on her own to discover another post which was sadly missing its previous occupant. All three teams were getting ready to converge on the Zephyr building once more, which is where our scene resumes. Of the team, only Zophah has broken off to join the brawl, leaving Mal and Arris to join up with the others.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus tears the last of the restraining substances from Astara, making sure she wasn&amp;amp;#39;t going to fall on him before he finishes off helping the rest of the guards. &amp;amp;quot;There, now that we&amp;amp;#39;ve taken care of that sticky situation lets see who else we can find eh?&amp;amp;quot; He asks no one in particular, drawing the revolver at his hip and putting it to half cock as he heads towards the stairs, not really waiting for an answer.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara is just about trembling with anger, and she casts a glance with narrowed eyes towards Angus... before she just sighs, hanging her head. &amp;amp;quot;Does anyone have some rope? I want to make sure that fucking bitch isn&amp;amp;#39;t going anywhere when she wakes up.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal runs along after Arris, following the Gator into the building, with a grimace on his face and his M1911 ready. The human blinks and looks around, sniffing. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, shaking his head as he looks at the other agents. &amp;amp;quot;Anyone know what&amp;amp;#39;s going on?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, adding, &amp;amp;quot;And...maybe what that smell is?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia was on her way to go check out the choppa pilot but... Something change her mind. Instead she decided to share a piece of mind with Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be much of a point in going bondage on her ass if she can just will someone to free her again. I say, blow her head off and be done with it?&amp;amp;quot; Her attention turns to Firepony. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose I could go with you... Safety is in numbers after all.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris hurriedly leads Mal back into the Zephyr building. Upon reentering the lobby, sie immediately catches a whiff of the glue bomb that went off earlier, looking over to the glue blob. &amp;amp;quot;God, what happened here? Actually, don&amp;amp;#39;t answer that.&amp;amp;quot; Sie turns to Parthenia. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, Mal, and I have found out that communications with Zephyr HQ have went down. We should go upstairs and see what&amp;amp;#39;s going on.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker blinks in surprise as her links are cut off.  &amp;amp;quot;What the heck?  That&amp;amp;#39;s not normal...&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as she turns midair to look back at the others flooding into the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Well whatever, up we go!&amp;amp;quot; she announces as Angus heads up the stairs and Parthenia expresses her willingness to follow.  She ascends straight upwards as she looks around for anything out of the ordinary, shouting over to the ones entering the building.  &amp;amp;quot;Yeah, the coyote over there blew his load all over the guards.  Quite the sticky situation,&amp;amp;quot; she says with a grin and a shrug, slowly shaking her head back and forth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Angus and Firecracker begin to make their way up the stairs, they&amp;amp;#39;ll find that they&amp;amp;#39;re being peppered by a hail of bullets from the third floor; someone is waiting for them! Judging by the uniforms, another squad of guards was alerted by the firefight and has come to offer backup, not even bothering to ask questions before opening fire on both members of the team that have gone on ahead. The good news is that Firecracker is both small enough and agile enough to evade the hail of bullets. The bad news is that Angus isn&amp;amp;#39;t quite so lucky, with one of the bullets managing to strike an unarmored area and actually inflict some damage. Cover fire is laid in the lobby in short order, though they&amp;amp;#39;re careful to avoid hitting the gooped guards who are still stuck to the floor; it&amp;amp;#39;s simply going to be difficult to get up those stairs without getting shot!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus clutches his shoulder as he takes the ground, grunting and hitting the deck as the fire starts. Which is to say he turns around, and books it to the first floor as quickly as possible to find a good place to take cover and check the wound. &amp;amp;quot;I swear, every time, EVERY fucking time some shit happens in this place I get shot.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara shakes her head in response to Parth. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m not much for killing people unneccisarily. Can just gag her and bind her eyes, shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be able to do much then. More importantly, she might yet be useful to us in the future... somehow. Even if it&amp;amp;#39;s just for me to be able to execute some personal payback on her.&amp;amp;quot; The venom is practically dripping off of her words towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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The succubus doesn&amp;amp;#39;t have long to stay salty, however, with the scene now re-escalating. Using her wings to help give her some extra velocity, she darts for cover in the alcove of the Coffee Shop.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal backs up as shots are fired, lifting his gun to aim at the source. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit!&amp;amp;quot; he calls out, trying to pinpoint where the shooters are, and what&amp;amp;#39;s going on. Seriously, this is out of his pay range...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Hey! Why are the guards shooting at us!?&amp;amp;quot; Arris sees the guards opening fire into the lobby, firing off a few shots at them with hir railgun before running behind the central elevator for cover and shooting at the guards from there. Sie ducks behind the column again before pushing the &amp;amp;quot;call elevator&amp;amp;quot; button, reloading hir railgun and shooting again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia says, &amp;amp;quot;Of wow, really?!&amp;amp;quot; Perked up the human woman. She seemed way too excited to hear those news! If someone was smart, or tough enough to get to HQ, it could be either really good, or really bad! Either way, she simply had to go check out what is going on, find out who is behind it and most importantly, why?! To hope for the best was fooling of course, but she still did! &amp;amp;quot;C&amp;amp;#39;mon what are we waiting for? Let get going!&amp;amp;quot; She exclaimed heading for the elevator. Maybe she should take stairs? Bah, it&amp;amp;#39;ll be fine! And then comes the fire. The stink-dog gets shot, the small horse is dodging like mad and Parthenia extends her finger to push the button responsible for the elevator summoning. She tries to stay out of the sight of aggressors, with her shotgun at the ready for when the doors opens for her, ready to blow whoever might be inside all over the elevator walls. Seems like no one is asking any questions. She isn&amp;amp;#39;t going to kind enough to do so either. The kind demon who didn&amp;amp;#39;t want to put a few new fuckable holes in the mouse just got a roll of human&amp;amp;#39;s eyes.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker grins as she weaves through the hail of lead, looking up towards the presumed source of the showers.  &amp;amp;quot;Looks like the fun&amp;amp;#39;s not over yet!&amp;amp;quot; she shouts out as she darts towards the columns to get some cover as she continues to ascend.  With her speed and weaving around, she hopes to lose at least a few of the guards&amp;amp;#39; attention as she ascends towards the roof to get a better view from above.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The first floor of the Zephyr building offers ample sources of cover, but the gunfire isn&amp;amp;#39;t done. Cover fire is laid down with surprising precision; they seem to know exactly where to aim to ensure that the occupants of the lobby aren&amp;amp;#39;t going everywhere. For the moment, there&amp;amp;#39;s a lot of shouting going on, both from the guards downstairs and from whoever is up there, and between that and the constant usage of firearms? Good luck trying to hear anything. Angus and Astara will wind up in approximately the same area, safe from enemy fire, with Mal close enough to grab if needs be. Arris and Parthenia have a somewhat less tenable position by the elevator, but successfully hitting one of them is a lot more difficult...and will become even moreso if they duck into the elevator, the door opening with its ever-present quiet &amp;amp;#39;ding!&amp;amp;#39; sounds. Firecracker will discover that it is indeed a secondary team of guards opening fire on those below, along with a second mouse, this one hale and hearty and smart enough to keep the guards between hir and the petite pony.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus sighs as the gunfire continues, digging a finger into an ear. &amp;amp;quot;You know after that shit outside I think after this I&amp;amp;#39;m going to have to take a vacation.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters to no one in particular. Reaching out he grabs Mal, pulling him into cover and past him as he steps out with gun in hand, sights aimed for where the gunfire originated before firing three times to see if he can&amp;amp;#39;t get anyones attention.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara is dismayed to see there&amp;amp;#39;s a casualty already, noticing Angus&amp;amp;#39; shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Fuck, I really wish I knew some first-aid right now... how bad is it, Angus?&amp;amp;quot; And now with Mal there, she looks to him, sighing again. &amp;amp;quot;What now? I&amp;amp;#39;m afraid I&amp;amp;#39;m not much use for long distance, and while I can fly... I&amp;amp;#39;m a pretty big target.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;What,&amp;amp;quot; is the only thing out of Mal&amp;amp;#39;s mouth as the Coyote grips his arm and tugs him behind cover. The human blinks and watches Angus in confusion before poking his head out from behind the makeshift defenses, holstering the pistol in favor of the Remington 700. &amp;amp;quot;God dammit...&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia pulls the barrels of her shotgun up and steps in to the soon to be moving box. Not a second later hits the button F3. She didn&amp;amp;#39;t want to get shot at any more. Well.. At least not while firing back! Arris obviously following her in before the door close. &amp;amp;quot;So... I see you got some range on that thing.&amp;amp;quot; She nods towards the rail gun. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to take out anyone close to us, you, aim far.&amp;amp;quot; She reaches down to touch her belt. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll step out first, Got nanite buffer to take a few shots of anyone is on us.&amp;amp;quot; She lifts her gun again getting ready for the door to open. &amp;amp;quot;Oh. And if you see a mouse. Shoot the bitch and ignore the guards.&amp;amp;quot; Pausing for a moment she looked up, her lips forming a cute little &amp;amp;#39;o&amp;amp;#39;. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose if our floor is clear, take a dash to the railing and take down the assholes on the second floor.&amp;amp;quot; Ass soon as the door opens the nearest individual gets a slug from her gun.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris stays behind the column, barely able to hear the sound of the elevator opening through the gunfire. Sie steps inside the elevator, pushing the &amp;amp;quot;Floor 2&amp;amp;quot; button. &amp;amp;quot;Yup. Uh, yeah, so basically you run ahead, get shot instead of me, and I shoot you with my healing gun.&amp;amp;quot; Sie holds up hir Heal Pistol with hir left hand. &amp;amp;quot;I kinda want to go to the second floor. It&amp;amp;#39;s safer since we&amp;amp;#39;re more close to the rest of the team, going to the third floor immediately may bring surprise, but it&amp;amp;#39;s also very risky.&amp;amp;quot; Sie pushes the F2 button.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker shouts down to the guards and mouse as they fire their guns down at her allies and up at her, cape flapping behind her and shades glinting dangerously in the light.  &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  I&amp;amp;#39;d duck if I were you!&amp;amp;quot;  Right in the middle of the group of guards, in front of the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s face, a bright pink orb of light shines into existence as the air becomes dangerously hot, threatening to explode in just moments.  Several other orbs of pink light come into existence in the air around the guards as well.  They really should duck.  And when they do, Firecracker will take the opportunity to charge at the mouse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah comes running into the lobby, out of breath. She had left her drones, summons and her daughter to deal with the riots, and finally got back to Zephyr. She comms to the rest of the group &amp;amp;quot;Does anyone know where the end goal is?&amp;amp;quot; She tracks the crew she had &amp;amp;#39;marked&amp;amp;#39; with Biomonitoring Sight nanomagic, looking around their locations with Biodetection nanomagic as well. She then calls appon her phoenix dedication to shift into the iconic bird of fire, flying up the middle to try and head up the third floor. &amp;amp;quot;Firecracker would be jealous.&amp;amp;quot; She says to herself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Getting past that cover fire quickly proves to be significantly easier than it had been, what with Zophah making a very dramatic appearance and a fireball momentarily dazzling the mouse, along with several lights to make it difficult for the guards to see and distract them to no end. None of the guards actually heed Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s advice, though, and while only three of them are still firing in the wake of the fireball, one is still focused enough to keep fire down on the ground while the other two aim at Zophah - easily the larger of the targets! Mercifully, every guard still aiming forward is drawn by the much larger target, the intently focusing Firecracker briefly going unassaulted...and Zophah will narrowly dodge both bullets, though it&amp;amp;#39;s immediately obvious that staying out in the open isn&amp;amp;#39;t tenable for long. In the meantime, ding - the elevator opens on Floor 2, revealing no great scuffle of any kind. The sounds of conflict can clearly be heard above, though!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls a little as bullets still riddle the lobby, he rolls his shoulder a bit to test it before answering Astara&amp;amp;#39;s question. &amp;amp;quot;Not the first time I&amp;amp;#39;ve been shot, I&amp;amp;#39;ll be fine. Just hurts.&amp;amp;quot; He answers before turning his attention back to the third floor. Cocking the hammer back he closes one eye and takes aim before commenting to Mal with a bit of a smile. &amp;amp;quot;Hey, bet you I can hit him before you do.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara resummons her forest wisp companion, and it blazes back with renewed vigor right besides her! &amp;amp;quot;...well, they seem distracted enough.&amp;amp;quot; Her wings flap again in preparation for a use and she steps out of the alcove tenatively, laser pistol in hand. The succubus casts a look to Mal and Angus, the tiniest of smirks on her face; &amp;amp;quot;Think you two can keep the covering fire down long enough for me to get up there?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;We can try?&amp;amp;quot; Mal responds, aiming down the sights of his rifle. &amp;amp;quot;Ya think Zephyr would send me a bill if I shot one of &amp;amp;#39;em?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, eyeing one of the guards. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t think I can afford to pay for someone&amp;amp;#39;s medical...&amp;amp;quot; he adds, grinning. Hah, insurance jokes. Classic.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia turns and peers at her companion. &amp;amp;quot;Are you... Fucking... Shitting me!?&amp;amp;quot; Hisses the woman through her teeth. &amp;amp;quot;You going to play games here or do as I say, bitch?&amp;amp;quot; Armored finger snaps agaist the F3 one more time. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m honestly astonished by your inability to follow simple orders. Just hope you are a more capable shooter.&amp;amp;quot; She turns away starting at the door again. &amp;amp;quot;If you are to have any more -bright- ideas, do consult me /first/!&amp;amp;quot; Her gun is once again aimed at the door. The nearest Guard gets it. Unless of course the poor little mouse is so preoccupied with all the Fiery flames and is so helplessly in the open... In the case the shot gun goes... BLAMF! BLARGBF!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris can&amp;amp;#39;t do much else than nod with a flustered face as Parthenia rages at hir, somewhat afraid that sie will have to deal with her and not the guards. Sie is about to move to push the button to floor 3, but Parthenia is already on it. The gator instead readies hirself again to shoot once the doors outside the elevator open.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a disappointed &amp;amp;quot;Tsk&amp;amp;quot; as none of the guards seem to care about a fireball going off right above them.  &amp;amp;quot;Guess this is my chance anyway,&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as none of the guards seem to be focused on her.  She lights up in a pink aura of flames as she charges towards the group, aiming to tackle the dazzled mouse off the walkway and down to the second floor, following it down as they go.  A ten-foot drop onto its back shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t hurt it TOO badly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah turns invisible with her Vanishing nanomagic while creating three duplicates of herself with Illusion nanomagic, splitting off to distract the gunmen while she goes to the mouse. Once close up she tries to force the mouse to stand down, using her Kitsunetsuki power to try and dominate the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind. She even puts some heroic effort into getting the mouse to submit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a disappointed &amp;amp;quot;Tsk&amp;amp;quot; as none of the guards seem to care about a fireball going off right above them.  &amp;amp;quot;Guess this is my chance anyway,&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as none of the guards seem to be focused on her.  She lights up in a pink aura of flames as she charges towards the group.  She dashes past them to hit the wall, kicking off it quickly to slam into the dazzled mouse and knock it off the walkway to the second floor, following it down as they go.  A ten-foot drop onto its back shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t hurt it TOO badly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The cover fire provided by Mal and Angus proves to be enough to get Astara up to the third floor unassaulted, though the two guards that were dazzled by the light show are quick enough to recover - these guys are smart and disciplined. It&amp;amp;#39;s no wonder Zephyr relies on them in case things go down! Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s attempt to dominate the mouse will meet with some resistance, though that resistance is dampened by Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s assault and the distracting shouting from the second floor. Soon enough, the elevator rises, and makes its way to the third floor just in time for the next round of battle. Ding! One of the guards peels away to provide support fire against the pair in the elevator, and there&amp;amp;#39;s a moment where they regroup and fall back just slightly...but even then, they only seem to tighten their defenses. There&amp;amp;#39;s a bit of a sour patch, though: even at high velocity, being kicked by a six-inch pony isn&amp;amp;#39;t really enough to topple the mouse, who reacts to being kicked by turning around and grabbing Firecracker in both hands. With a savage grin, the mouse starts to twist - the pony will want to get out of there in a hurry!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus takes the opportunity caused by the chaos to take the stairs, not really in a hurry due to how crowded it is already. As he does he snaps the loading gate open, ejecting spent casings as he goes before loading the empty cylinders with fresh ones, spinning the cylinder and gently resting the hammer forward as he continues on his climb to third level, party town central.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal blinks as the Coyote takes off, but within seconds is running after him, shrugging the rifle over a shoulder as he chases after Angus. The Human eyes Angus&amp;amp;#39; revolver and hmmphs, &amp;amp;quot;I need to get one of those...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, drawing his M1911 as he goes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara arrived at a good time, it seems, based on Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s predicament; she casts her hand outwards towards the rodent, and her forest wisp immidiately goes towards it. The succubus, much more obvious and shoot-able than an ethereal ball of fire, focuses on the guards, casting a marsh wisp over them as she flies at one. She&amp;amp;#39;s certainly an imposing figure.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia knew perfectly well where the fight is. With all she shooting going down, the flames, the lights. The doors open and there isn&amp;amp;#39;t a soul right in front of them. She gets ready to stop out. &amp;amp;quot;Remember. If you don&amp;amp;#39;t see a mouse, shoot the guards. If you do. Right in the head.&amp;amp;quot; She taps her armored finger agaist the visor of her helmet, probably pointing between the eyes. With that she steps out falling to her knee, weapon raised and aimed at the guard who was so willing and ready to hold off the elevator assault. BLAMRF!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris waits for Parthenia to leave the elevator, following closely behind her. Spotting the Mental Mouse doing... something, crushing something in her hands, sie quickly aims at her head and fires. Loading a fresh round, sie starts shooting the Zephyr guards in the knees.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker grins as the mouse holds her and starts to crush and twist.  That means it has nothing to protect its face from the near point-blank solar breath that shoots out of the little fireball&amp;amp;#39;s mouth as she wrests her way out of its grip to follow up his a vicious headbutt.  That mouse is going over the railing whether it wants to or not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah quickly pulls a hypodermic needle from a pocket of her lab coat, stabbing the mouse with Paralytic Venom on a main artery to pump her full of sedative. She then becomes visible as she tries to pull firecracker away from the mouse and other&amp;amp;#39;s attacks aimed at the mouse as well, ready to use her medical expertise if need be.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the team of five guards having their attention split three different ways - two aiming at Angus and Mal, two at Zophah and Astara, and one at Parthenia and Arris - their actual ability to provide cover fire is severely curtailed. Of course, it&amp;amp;#39;s five until Parthenia and Arris open fire...and then it&amp;amp;#39;s four, one of the guards shuddering as he&amp;amp;#39;s impacted with the badly wounded body of his nearby comrade, the killshot proving ineffective but still highly damaging. In the meantime, clutching her scorched face, the mouse drops Firecracker and makes a run for it down the hall. Instantly, the four remaining guards huddle close together to guard the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s escape, needle still hanging out of hir arm; this position is becoming indefensible, and shi&amp;amp;#39;s hoping to put some distance between hirself and the fight before the venom kicks in!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus smirks a little at Mal. &amp;amp;quot;You know where Narwen&amp;amp;#39;s shop is? I supply his gear, come around there tomorrow and ask him about a custom order, I&amp;amp;#39;ll make you one.&amp;amp;quot; He answers, humming to himself just a bit as he inspects the hole in his coat, man that&amp;amp;#39;s going to suck to repair. As they get closer to the third floor he very quietly puts an arm out to slow Mal down, cocking his head at the door. &amp;amp;quot;LEtsss not go bursting through, who knows if someone with an itchy trigger finger will take pot shots right.&amp;amp;quot; He comments, holding his gun with the barrel pointing towards the cieling before he tries the door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara curses under her breath as the wounded mouse makes an escape. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to try to pursue!&amp;amp;quot; Having wings is rather helpful, and she just recorrects her trajectory to try and fly after the mouse by soaring over the heads of the re-assembling guards. Maybe giving one of them a foot or knee to the head if opportune.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Eh, I don&amp;amp;#39;t think I have any plans tomorrow...&amp;amp;quot; Mal says, smirking as he slows down, pistol at the ready. &amp;amp;quot;Agreed,&amp;amp;quot; he replies to the Coyote, ready to back him up with gunfire!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris watches as the mouse begins running out, cursing. Sie runs over to the dead guard, pulling him behind cover. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah! I&amp;amp;#39;ll take care of that mouse! Come here and revive this guard!&amp;amp;quot; Hir rifle pokes out from between the railings as sie tries to get a bodyshot on one of the guards.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Already behind the wall of guards, Firecracker launches herself after the mouse as it flees.  As she gets closer, she calls out to hir, yelling &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  Just give up already!  There&amp;amp;#39;s nobody here to protect you anymore, and if you don&amp;amp;#39;t one of those guys with a gun&amp;amp;#39;ll be in here any second.  Just lie down and you&amp;amp;#39;ll save yourself a lot of pain.&amp;amp;quot;  And if the talking doesn&amp;amp;#39;t work, well, fire usually does the trick.  It worked the last time anyway, and it&amp;amp;#39;s a simple matter to make another fireball appear in front of the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s face as shi flees.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah yells back to Arris &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll get him on the way back.&amp;amp;quot; She then uses her Illusionary Equilibrioception nanomagic on the mouse and the guards, combo with a visual illusion to make them feel like the entire world flipped upside-down. She then focuses a Mirage, appearing in front of the fleeing mouse as the real Zophah becomes invisible again, maintaining pursuit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah yells back to Arris &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll get him on the way back.&amp;amp;quot; She then uses her Illusionary Equilibrioception nanomagic on the mouse to make her feel like the entire world flipped upside-down. The combos it with a visual illusion on the guards, centering a black cloud on each of their heads. She then focuses a Mirage back on the mouse, appearing in front of her as the real Zophah becomes invisible again, maintaining pursuit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Well, on the upside, the guards are now thoroughly distracted. The downside is that they&amp;amp;#39;re distracted on two fronts, and both in rather bad ways: two of them open fire on Astara as she passes very close, both of them landing multiple hits. The other two go after Arris, one of them firing at her while the other tries to smack her in the head with the butt of his gun, her close proximity in attempting to reach the dead guard giving them a very good chance to hit. Both agents are quickly felled with non-fatal wounds, but will definitely require some medical attention before they&amp;amp;#39;re ready to continue onward. Firecracker and Zophah will meet with more success, but possibly not for the reason they intended: all of that running causes the venom to circulate through the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s bloodstream that much faster, and shi soon stumbles and goes quite still, unable to continue. Between the four of them, the guards begin to look at one another in confusion, still holding their guns but obviously uncertain...or at least, as obvious as it can be with black clouds concealing their expressions.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus gives Mal a nod, opening the door to see....a lot of chaos. His ears perk as it seems the guards seem to act more confused then deadly, gingerly walking out onto the floor while holstering the gun, clearing his throat. &amp;amp;quot;Uhh, is this a bad time? We can always come back later.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters, his gaze shifting between the few guards still upright and making sure they aren&amp;amp;#39;t going to fire as he goes over to Arris to see how badly wounded they are.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;And then the scene was paused because the system is shutting down in 5 minutes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara&amp;amp;#39;s crash landing isn&amp;amp;#39;t elegant, or pretty, or all that controlled. Even if her wings didn&amp;amp;#39;t sustain much damage, the damage to her core certainly IS a problem. She&amp;amp;#39;s still barreling towards the guards as she loses altitude, leaking blood. She at least tries to not land on her wounded side.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal slowly blinks at the scene unfolding before him. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t get paid enough for this,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters with a sigh, quickly checking his pistol, ready to fire off shots if need be. &amp;amp;quot;Sooo...how do you want to do this, Angus?&amp;amp;quot; the RSX Operative asks the Coyote, eyeing the chaos with apprehension.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Idiot...&amp;amp;quot; Growls the human. She stayed by the elevator reloading her and the lizard friend of hers instead of going out of her way to put down the mouse as she requested was going out of the way to... Get shot. This is why she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t like mutant companions. The mouse seem to have went down. Disabling her nanite buffer she walks casually by the dead guard and the other four. &amp;amp;quot;Care to assist us with securing HQ?&amp;amp;quot; Situation awareness was something she usually tried to keep in mind of course. Seeing the demon about to crash land uncomfortably close to her persona she steps back and stares blankly in front of her... Expecting... The guard and the demon to turning in to one big ball of merry making...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris ducks behind the railing again as the bullets pass by hir. Unfortunately, this is ineffective against being hit on the head with the butt of a rifle, knocking hir out next to the dead guard.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Glad you see it my way,&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she flies over to the mouse lying still on the floor... a little too still.  The pegasus flies down to hir to give her a couple pokes to see if shi reacts when she spots the needle still stuck in hir arm.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, that takes care of that then.&amp;amp;quot;  With the immediate threat taken care of, she folds her forelegs behind her head and leans up against the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s body as she waits for the others to catch up, starting to move her jaw up and down as she chews a little bit of bubblegum.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah reaches the mouse, taking measured breaths to stay focused and alert. Her biomonitoring sight pinged her for Arris falling unconsious, but Zophah can fix that later, just like everything else. She holds back Firecracker so she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t make Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s job any harder, then tries again to push the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind with kitsunetsuki and hypnotisim, urging her to reveal the plan. &amp;amp;quot;I need to know how to fix this. Tell me your plan and how to undo the damage your group has caused.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Angus and Mal hold their position, Arris and Astara continue to bleed out...but at least they&amp;amp;#39;re not getting shot. The fact that the guards step out of those black clouds and look around in confusion is a fairly solid cue as to their current state, and they holster their guns. One of them notes a fallen companion, and his shout of horror can be heard throughout the lobby proper and down the hallway - that&amp;amp;#39;s nearly a fatality, no doubt about it. The mouse does indeed prove to be unconscious, the trauma of being set ablaze and poisoned (and stumbling and hitting hir head) having done quite a number on hir; no amount of psychic probing or convincing will get any information out of this one, and hypnotism is right out. The guards appear to be a great deal more concerned about their fallen comrade than about anything Parthenia is saying at the moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus takes a look at Arris, making note of the bullet wounds. &amp;amp;quot;Nah miss, now that dust settled I thought we could all sit down have a tea party right? You look a fine upstart woman who loves her tea.&amp;amp;quot; He answers Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s comment, giving Arris a few taps on the face with his fingers, not full on slapping her yet while pulling a bottle of strong alcohol out of his pack. &amp;amp;quot;Think you could come around for a minute there so we know you aren&amp;amp;#39;t brain dead huh?&amp;amp;quot; He looks back at Mal as he asks questions. &amp;amp;quot;Well we got wounded, we got confused as hell guards, and a mouse who&amp;amp;#39;s probably downed somewhere. Pick your choices, but pick em quick. We only got two, so I&amp;amp;#39;m expecting a third blind mouse here.&amp;amp;quot; He quips, making a vague reference to some kids fairy tale or something.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara left a long smear of blood across the floor as she skidded to a halt. It&amp;amp;#39;s ten or twenty seconds until she manages to roll over onto her back, groaning in pain. The felled succubus runs a hand over her wounds, sizing them up as best she can, before getting to use her edible nanomagic to help herself out the best she can. It&amp;amp;#39;s about all she can muster.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal holsters his own gun, looking to the Coyote and nodding. &amp;amp;quot;Right,&amp;amp;quot; he says, looking around the room, face paling slightly at the sight of the wounded and fallen. &amp;amp;quot;Lemme...go find that mouse,&amp;amp;quot; he mumbles, heading off to find that Mental Mouse. &amp;amp;quot;Citizen&amp;amp;#39;s arrest! Er, Agent&amp;amp;#39;s arrest...maybe just an arrest...&amp;amp;quot; he says, trailing off.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia rolls her eyes. &amp;amp;quot;Figures...&amp;amp;quot; She says with a rolled of her eyes and a dismissive wave of her hand towards the guards before turning to Angus. Not getting where this tea offer has come from she just crinkles her nose. Coyote associate with nothing but bad smell. &amp;amp;quot;I will pass.&amp;amp;quot; The demon seem to have left a nasty blood train on the floor which she carefully stepped over. Passing the guards and wounded Parthenia stops by Zophaha and Firecracker. &amp;amp;quot;No dice huh? Seems like the only way to find out what is happening is to get to HQ. Let us not delay it any longer.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris groans, eyes still closed stirring a little as hir face is slapped. &amp;amp;quot;Ugh, yes, tea, please. Two spoons sugar...&amp;amp;quot; Sie takes the flask and begins sucking from it before hir eyes jolt open and sie spits the whiskey onto the floor. &amp;amp;quot;THIS ISN&amp;amp;#39;T TEA!!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Well this is boring.&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she resumes her leaning against the knocked-out mouse and chewing her bubblegum.  Looking over to the others rounding the corner, she gives a lazy salute as she nonchalantly blows a little bubble.  &amp;amp;quot;Just point the way and I&amp;amp;#39;m ready!&amp;amp;quot; she says with a cocky grin.  &amp;amp;quot;I came to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I&amp;amp;#39;ve got plenty of bubblegum!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Unable to get into the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind, Zophah rushes back past Parthenia to the group to heal some damage. She spreads her Fiery Feathers to regenerate wounds, noting proper triage to use Medical nanomagic on the guard that has a hole in his head first. She shows her years of medical experience in maticulously reconstructing the fatality, pulling medical supplies out of her pack for Arris and Astara&amp;amp;#39;s regenerating wounds once she is done with the first man. She shows the kind of resolve of an ER doctor, giving as much heroic effort as needed to last till the end of such a long, dangerous day.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;After getting the necessary patching up done, the four remaining guards agree to join the team. The cleansing of the building continues apace, with the team slowly gathering more and more guards the more mice they fell, gaining a greater and greater combat advantage every time they take out a ringleader. Once the mice controlling the snipers within the building are routed, the riot outside the building begins to disperse, the necessary firepower proving more than adequate to the cause. Eleven mice in total are rooted out from the innards of the building, a conspicuous omission of one being explained by the fact that the mouse holed up on the top floor with the executives is using a radio to stay in touch with...someone. Anyone with a reasonable Comprehension can figure out that these ferals weren&amp;amp;#39;t organized enough to pull off a coordinated attack on their own; someone is actively working against Zephyr, setting local ferals against them, but who? The team is called in and congratulated by the chief of operations for their efforts and asked to give their reports, but Parthenia in particular is asked to remain afterward for a quick conversation. The bull speaking to the team bears a very even, inscrutable expression.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The bull continues, pacing back and forth. &amp;amp;quot;You have been a great asset to this company, Parthenia. Your help both before and during the assault has been very valuable.&amp;amp;quot; With that, he rests a hand upon one of her shoulders. &amp;amp;quot;You are also guilty of almost a dozen counts of attempted murder, including the guard you almost killed (even if they were later revived through no effort of your own) and nearly a dozen agents you severely wounded with weapons we have no record of you requisitioning. Further, your casual disregard for the fatalities you nearly caused makes you ill-suited to further service.&amp;amp;quot; His grip tightens, and he looks the woman in the eyes. &amp;amp;quot;Had any of those agents died, you would have spent the rest of your life in prison. However...in light of the fact that there were no actual fatalities (though they did come very close), we have opted to take a slightly different path.&amp;amp;quot; The big bovine returns to his desk and offers Parthenia a sheet of paper and a pen. &amp;amp;quot;Sign this at your leisure, but before you leave this office.&amp;amp;quot; The form lists Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s offenses - casual disregard for safety of co-workers, misuse of internal resources, property damage, and more - and appears to be a termination notice. Parthenia is being fired.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll also need that weaponry back. All of it.&amp;amp;quot;[[Category:RPLogs]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aaron: /* Log */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;=Participants=&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Aaron]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Angus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Arris]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Astara]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Firecracker]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Mal]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Parthenia]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Zophah]]&lt;br /&gt;
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29/11/2016&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;When last we left our intrepid heroes (?), several of them were gathered in the lobby, with Angus liberating Astara from what seemed to be a glue grenade of sorts. Firecracker had taken down one of the mental mice who appeared to be controlling the guards, which had turned on the team and shot Astara, the only one to have been injured in the battle (except for the now-unconscious mouse). While Astara, Parthenia, and Angus dealt with the scenario in the lobby, a team composed of Zophah, Mal, and Arris found their way to a sniper tower where an agent reported an absence of communication from command, and Phosphorus had gone off on her own to discover another post which was sadly missing its previous occupant. All three teams were getting ready to converge on the Zephyr building once more, which is where our scene resumes. Of the team, only Zophah has broken off to join the brawl, leaving Mal and Arris to join up with the others.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus tears the last of the restraining substances from Astara, making sure she wasn&amp;amp;#39;t going to fall on him before he finishes off helping the rest of the guards. &amp;amp;quot;There, now that we&amp;amp;#39;ve taken care of that sticky situation lets see who else we can find eh?&amp;amp;quot; He asks no one in particular, drawing the revolver at his hip and putting it to half cock as he heads towards the stairs, not really waiting for an answer.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara is just about trembling with anger, and she casts a glance with narrowed eyes towards Angus... before she just sighs, hanging her head. &amp;amp;quot;Does anyone have some rope? I want to make sure that fucking bitch isn&amp;amp;#39;t going anywhere when she wakes up.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal runs along after Arris, following the Gator into the building, with a grimace on his face and his M1911 ready. The human blinks and looks around, sniffing. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, shaking his head as he looks at the other agents. &amp;amp;quot;Anyone know what&amp;amp;#39;s going on?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, adding, &amp;amp;quot;And...maybe what that smell is?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia was on her way to go check out the choppa pilot but... Something change her mind. Instead she decided to share a piece of mind with Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be much of a point in going bondage on her ass if she can just will someone to free her again. I say, blow her head off and be done with it?&amp;amp;quot; Her attention turns to Firepony. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose I could go with you... Safety is in numbers after all.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris hurriedly leads Mal back into the Zephyr building. Upon reentering the lobby, sie immediately catches a whiff of the glue bomb that went off earlier, looking over to the glue blob. &amp;amp;quot;God, what happened here? Actually, don&amp;amp;#39;t answer that.&amp;amp;quot; Sie turns to Parthenia. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, Mal, and I have found out that communications with Zephyr HQ have went down. We should go upstairs and see what&amp;amp;#39;s going on.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker blinks in surprise as her links are cut off.  &amp;amp;quot;What the heck?  That&amp;amp;#39;s not normal...&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as she turns midair to look back at the others flooding into the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Well whatever, up we go!&amp;amp;quot; she announces as Angus heads up the stairs and Parthenia expresses her willingness to follow.  She ascends straight upwards as she looks around for anything out of the ordinary, shouting over to the ones entering the building.  &amp;amp;quot;Yeah, the coyote over there blew his load all over the guards.  Quite the sticky situation,&amp;amp;quot; she says with a grin and a shrug, slowly shaking her head back and forth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Angus and Firecracker begin to make their way up the stairs, they&amp;amp;#39;ll find that they&amp;amp;#39;re being peppered by a hail of bullets from the third floor; someone is waiting for them! Judging by the uniforms, another squad of guards was alerted by the firefight and has come to offer backup, not even bothering to ask questions before opening fire on both members of the team that have gone on ahead. The good news is that Firecracker is both small enough and agile enough to evade the hail of bullets. The bad news is that Angus isn&amp;amp;#39;t quite so lucky, with one of the bullets managing to strike an unarmored area and actually inflict some damage. Cover fire is laid in the lobby in short order, though they&amp;amp;#39;re careful to avoid hitting the gooped guards who are still stuck to the floor; it&amp;amp;#39;s simply going to be difficult to get up those stairs without getting shot!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus clutches his shoulder as he takes the ground, grunting and hitting the deck as the fire starts. Which is to say he turns around, and books it to the first floor as quickly as possible to find a good place to take cover and check the wound. &amp;amp;quot;I swear, every time, EVERY fucking time some shit happens in this place I get shot.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara shakes her head in response to Parth. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m not much for killing people unneccisarily. Can just gag her and bind her eyes, shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be able to do much then. More importantly, she might yet be useful to us in the future... somehow. Even if it&amp;amp;#39;s just for me to be able to execute some personal payback on her.&amp;amp;quot; The venom is practically dripping off of her words towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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The succubus doesn&amp;amp;#39;t have long to stay salty, however, with the scene now re-escalating. Using her wings to help give her some extra velocity, she darts for cover in the alcove of the Coffee Shop.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal backs up as shots are fired, lifting his gun to aim at the source. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit!&amp;amp;quot; he calls out, trying to pinpoint where the shooters are, and what&amp;amp;#39;s going on. Seriously, this is out of his pay range...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Hey! Why are the guards shooting at us!?&amp;amp;quot; Arris sees the guards opening fire into the lobby, firing off a few shots at them with hir railgun before running behind the central elevator for cover and shooting at the guards from there. Sie ducks behind the column again before pushing the &amp;amp;quot;call elevator&amp;amp;quot; button, reloading hir railgun and shooting again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia says, &amp;amp;quot;Of wow, really?!&amp;amp;quot; Perked up the human woman. She seemed way too excited to hear those news! If someone was smart, or tough enough to get to HQ, it could be either really good, or really bad! Either way, she simply had to go check out what is going on, find out who is behind it and most importantly, why?! To hope for the best was fooling of course, but she still did! &amp;amp;quot;C&amp;amp;#39;mon what are we waiting for? Let get going!&amp;amp;quot; She exclaimed heading for the elevator. Maybe she should take stairs? Bah, it&amp;amp;#39;ll be fine! And then comes the fire. The stink-dog gets shot, the small horse is dodging like mad and Parthenia extends her finger to push the button responsible for the elevator summoning. She tries to stay out of the sight of aggressors, with her shotgun at the ready for when the doors opens for her, ready to blow whoever might be inside all over the elevator walls. Seems like no one is asking any questions. She isn&amp;amp;#39;t going to kind enough to do so either. The kind demon who didn&amp;amp;#39;t want to put a few new fuckable holes in the mouse just got a roll of human&amp;amp;#39;s eyes.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker grins as she weaves through the hail of lead, looking up towards the presumed source of the showers.  &amp;amp;quot;Looks like the fun&amp;amp;#39;s not over yet!&amp;amp;quot; she shouts out as she darts towards the columns to get some cover as she continues to ascend.  With her speed and weaving around, she hopes to lose at least a few of the guards&amp;amp;#39; attention as she ascends towards the roof to get a better view from above.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The first floor of the Zephyr building offers ample sources of cover, but the gunfire isn&amp;amp;#39;t done. Cover fire is laid down with surprising precision; they seem to know exactly where to aim to ensure that the occupants of the lobby aren&amp;amp;#39;t going everywhere. For the moment, there&amp;amp;#39;s a lot of shouting going on, both from the guards downstairs and from whoever is up there, and between that and the constant usage of firearms? Good luck trying to hear anything. Angus and Astara will wind up in approximately the same area, safe from enemy fire, with Mal close enough to grab if needs be. Arris and Parthenia have a somewhat less tenable position by the elevator, but successfully hitting one of them is a lot more difficult...and will become even moreso if they duck into the elevator, the door opening with its ever-present quiet &amp;amp;#39;ding!&amp;amp;#39; sounds. Firecracker will discover that it is indeed a secondary team of guards opening fire on those below, along with a second mouse, this one hale and hearty and smart enough to keep the guards between hir and the petite pony.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus sighs as the gunfire continues, digging a finger into an ear. &amp;amp;quot;You know after that shit outside I think after this I&amp;amp;#39;m going to have to take a vacation.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters to no one in particular. Reaching out he grabs Mal, pulling him into cover and past him as he steps out with gun in hand, sights aimed for where the gunfire originated before firing three times to see if he can&amp;amp;#39;t get anyones attention.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara is dismayed to see there&amp;amp;#39;s a casualty already, noticing Angus&amp;amp;#39; shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Fuck, I really wish I knew some first-aid right now... how bad is it, Angus?&amp;amp;quot; And now with Mal there, she looks to him, sighing again. &amp;amp;quot;What now? I&amp;amp;#39;m afraid I&amp;amp;#39;m not much use for long distance, and while I can fly... I&amp;amp;#39;m a pretty big target.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;What,&amp;amp;quot; is the only thing out of Mal&amp;amp;#39;s mouth as the Coyote grips his arm and tugs him behind cover. The human blinks and watches Angus in confusion before poking his head out from behind the makeshift defenses, holstering the pistol in favor of the Remington 700. &amp;amp;quot;God dammit...&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia pulls the barrels of her shotgun up and steps in to the soon to be moving box. Not a second later hits the button F3. She didn&amp;amp;#39;t want to get shot at any more. Well.. At least not while firing back! Arris obviously following her in before the door close. &amp;amp;quot;So... I see you got some range on that thing.&amp;amp;quot; She nods towards the rail gun. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to take out anyone close to us, you, aim far.&amp;amp;quot; She reaches down to touch her belt. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll step out first, Got nanite buffer to take a few shots of anyone is on us.&amp;amp;quot; She lifts her gun again getting ready for the door to open. &amp;amp;quot;Oh. And if you see a mouse. Shoot the bitch and ignore the guards.&amp;amp;quot; Pausing for a moment she looked up, her lips forming a cute little &amp;amp;#39;o&amp;amp;#39;. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose if our floor is clear, take a dash to the railing and take down the assholes on the second floor.&amp;amp;quot; Ass soon as the door opens the nearest individual gets a slug from her gun.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris stays behind the column, barely able to hear the sound of the elevator opening through the gunfire. Sie steps inside the elevator, pushing the &amp;amp;quot;Floor 2&amp;amp;quot; button. &amp;amp;quot;Yup. Uh, yeah, so basically you run ahead, get shot instead of me, and I shoot you with my healing gun.&amp;amp;quot; Sie holds up hir Heal Pistol with hir left hand. &amp;amp;quot;I kinda want to go to the second floor. It&amp;amp;#39;s safer since we&amp;amp;#39;re more close to the rest of the team, going to the third floor immediately may bring surprise, but it&amp;amp;#39;s also very risky.&amp;amp;quot; Sie pushes the F2 button.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker shouts down to the guards and mouse as they fire their guns down at her allies and up at her, cape flapping behind her and shades glinting dangerously in the light.  &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  I&amp;amp;#39;d duck if I were you!&amp;amp;quot;  Right in the middle of the group of guards, in front of the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s face, a bright pink orb of light shines into existence as the air becomes dangerously hot, threatening to explode in just moments.  Several other orbs of pink light come into existence in the air around the guards as well.  They really should duck.  And when they do, Firecracker will take the opportunity to charge at the mouse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah comes running into the lobby, out of breath. She had left her drones, summons and her daughter to deal with the riots, and finally got back to Zephyr. She comms to the rest of the group &amp;amp;quot;Does anyone know where the end goal is?&amp;amp;quot; She tracks the crew she had &amp;amp;#39;marked&amp;amp;#39; with Biomonitoring Sight nanomagic, looking around their locations with Biodetection nanomagic as well. She then calls appon her phoenix dedication to shift into the iconic bird of fire, flying up the middle to try and head up the third floor. &amp;amp;quot;Firecracker would be jealous.&amp;amp;quot; She says to herself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Getting past that cover fire quickly proves to be significantly easier than it had been, what with Zophah making a very dramatic appearance and a fireball momentarily dazzling the mouse, along with several lights to make it difficult for the guards to see and distract them to no end. None of the guards actually heed Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s advice, though, and while only three of them are still firing in the wake of the fireball, one is still focused enough to keep fire down on the ground while the other two aim at Zophah - easily the larger of the targets! Mercifully, every guard still aiming forward is drawn by the much larger target, the intently focusing Firecracker briefly going unassaulted...and Zophah will narrowly dodge both bullets, though it&amp;amp;#39;s immediately obvious that staying out in the open isn&amp;amp;#39;t tenable for long. In the meantime, ding - the elevator opens on Floor 2, revealing no great scuffle of any kind. The sounds of conflict can clearly be heard above, though!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls a little as bullets still riddle the lobby, he rolls his shoulder a bit to test it before answering Astara&amp;amp;#39;s question. &amp;amp;quot;Not the first time I&amp;amp;#39;ve been shot, I&amp;amp;#39;ll be fine. Just hurts.&amp;amp;quot; He answers before turning his attention back to the third floor. Cocking the hammer back he closes one eye and takes aim before commenting to Mal with a bit of a smile. &amp;amp;quot;Hey, bet you I can hit him before you do.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara resummons her forest wisp companion, and it blazes back with renewed vigor right besides her! &amp;amp;quot;...well, they seem distracted enough.&amp;amp;quot; Her wings flap again in preparation for a use and she steps out of the alcove tenatively, laser pistol in hand. The succubus casts a look to Mal and Angus, the tiniest of smirks on her face; &amp;amp;quot;Think you two can keep the covering fire down long enough for me to get up there?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;We can try?&amp;amp;quot; Mal responds, aiming down the sights of his rifle. &amp;amp;quot;Ya think Zephyr would send me a bill if I shot one of &amp;amp;#39;em?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, eyeing one of the guards. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t think I can afford to pay for someone&amp;amp;#39;s medical...&amp;amp;quot; he adds, grinning. Hah, insurance jokes. Classic.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia turns and peers at her companion. &amp;amp;quot;Are you... Fucking... Shitting me!?&amp;amp;quot; Hisses the woman through her teeth. &amp;amp;quot;You going to play games here or do as I say, bitch?&amp;amp;quot; Armored finger snaps agaist the F3 one more time. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m honestly astonished by your inability to follow simple orders. Just hope you are a more capable shooter.&amp;amp;quot; She turns away starting at the door again. &amp;amp;quot;If you are to have any more -bright- ideas, do consult me /first/!&amp;amp;quot; Her gun is once again aimed at the door. The nearest Guard gets it. Unless of course the poor little mouse is so preoccupied with all the Fiery flames and is so helplessly in the open... In the case the shot gun goes... BLAMF! BLARGBF!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris can&amp;amp;#39;t do much else than nod with a flustered face as Parthenia rages at hir, somewhat afraid that sie will have to deal with her and not the guards. Sie is about to move to push the button to floor 3, but Parthenia is already on it. The gator instead readies hirself again to shoot once the doors outside the elevator open.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a disappointed &amp;amp;quot;Tsk&amp;amp;quot; as none of the guards seem to care about a fireball going off right above them.  &amp;amp;quot;Guess this is my chance anyway,&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as none of the guards seem to be focused on her.  She lights up in a pink aura of flames as she charges towards the group, aiming to tackle the dazzled mouse off the walkway and down to the second floor, following it down as they go.  A ten-foot drop onto its back shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t hurt it TOO badly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah turns invisible with her Vanishing nanomagic while creating three duplicates of herself with Illusion nanomagic, splitting off to distract the gunmen while she goes to the mouse. Once close up she tries to force the mouse to stand down, using her Kitsunetsuki power to try and dominate the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind. She even puts some heroic effort into getting the mouse to submit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a disappointed &amp;amp;quot;Tsk&amp;amp;quot; as none of the guards seem to care about a fireball going off right above them.  &amp;amp;quot;Guess this is my chance anyway,&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as none of the guards seem to be focused on her.  She lights up in a pink aura of flames as she charges towards the group.  She dashes past them to hit the wall, kicking off it quickly to slam into the dazzled mouse and knock it off the walkway to the second floor, following it down as they go.  A ten-foot drop onto its back shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t hurt it TOO badly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The cover fire provided by Mal and Angus proves to be enough to get Astara up to the third floor unassaulted, though the two guards that were dazzled by the light show are quick enough to recover - these guys are smart and disciplined. It&amp;amp;#39;s no wonder Zephyr relies on them in case things go down! Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s attempt to dominate the mouse will meet with some resistance, though that resistance is dampened by Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s assault and the distracting shouting from the second floor. Soon enough, the elevator rises, and makes its way to the third floor just in time for the next round of battle. Ding! One of the guards peels away to provide support fire against the pair in the elevator, and there&amp;amp;#39;s a moment where they regroup and fall back just slightly...but even then, they only seem to tighten their defenses. There&amp;amp;#39;s a bit of a sour patch, though: even at high velocity, being kicked by a six-inch pony isn&amp;amp;#39;t really enough to topple the mouse, who reacts to being kicked by turning around and grabbing Firecracker in both hands. With a savage grin, the mouse starts to twist - the pony will want to get out of there in a hurry!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus takes the opportunity caused by the chaos to take the stairs, not really in a hurry due to how crowded it is already. As he does he snaps the loading gate open, ejecting spent casings as he goes before loading the empty cylinders with fresh ones, spinning the cylinder and gently resting the hammer forward as he continues on his climb to third level, party town central.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal blinks as the Coyote takes off, but within seconds is running after him, shrugging the rifle over a shoulder as he chases after Angus. The Human eyes Angus&amp;amp;#39; revolver and hmmphs, &amp;amp;quot;I need to get one of those...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, drawing his M1911 as he goes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara arrived at a good time, it seems, based on Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s predicament; she casts her hand outwards towards the rodent, and her forest wisp immidiately goes towards it. The succubus, much more obvious and shoot-able than an ethereal ball of fire, focuses on the guards, casting a marsh wisp over them as she flies at one. She&amp;amp;#39;s certainly an imposing figure.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia knew perfectly well where the fight is. With all she shooting going down, the flames, the lights. The doors open and there isn&amp;amp;#39;t a soul right in front of them. She gets ready to stop out. &amp;amp;quot;Remember. If you don&amp;amp;#39;t see a mouse, shoot the guards. If you do. Right in the head.&amp;amp;quot; She taps her armored finger agaist the visor of her helmet, probably pointing between the eyes. With that she steps out falling to her knee, weapon raised and aimed at the guard who was so willing and ready to hold off the elevator assault. BLAMRF!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris waits for Parthenia to leave the elevator, following closely behind her. Spotting the Mental Mouse doing... something, crushing something in her hands, sie quickly aims at her head and fires. Loading a fresh round, sie starts shooting the Zephyr guards in the knees.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker grins as the mouse holds her and starts to crush and twist.  That means it has nothing to protect its face from the near point-blank solar breath that shoots out of the little fireball&amp;amp;#39;s mouth as she wrests her way out of its grip to follow up his a vicious headbutt.  That mouse is going over the railing whether it wants to or not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah quickly pulls a hypodermic needle from a pocket of her lab coat, stabbing the mouse with Paralytic Venom on a main artery to pump her full of sedative. She then becomes visible as she tries to pull firecracker away from the mouse and other&amp;amp;#39;s attacks aimed at the mouse as well, ready to use her medical expertise if need be.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the team of five guards having their attention split three different ways - two aiming at Angus and Mal, two at Zophah and Astara, and one at Parthenia and Arris - their actual ability to provide cover fire is severely curtailed. Of course, it&amp;amp;#39;s five until Parthenia and Arris open fire...and then it&amp;amp;#39;s four, one of the guards shuddering as he&amp;amp;#39;s impacted with the badly wounded body of his nearby comrade, the killshot proving ineffective but still highly damaging. In the meantime, clutching her scorched face, the mouse drops Firecracker and makes a run for it down the hall. Instantly, the four remaining guards huddle close together to guard the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s escape, needle still hanging out of hir arm; this position is becoming indefensible, and shi&amp;amp;#39;s hoping to put some distance between hirself and the fight before the venom kicks in!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus smirks a little at Mal. &amp;amp;quot;You know where Narwen&amp;amp;#39;s shop is? I supply his gear, come around there tomorrow and ask him about a custom order, I&amp;amp;#39;ll make you one.&amp;amp;quot; He answers, humming to himself just a bit as he inspects the hole in his coat, man that&amp;amp;#39;s going to suck to repair. As they get closer to the third floor he very quietly puts an arm out to slow Mal down, cocking his head at the door. &amp;amp;quot;LEtsss not go bursting through, who knows if someone with an itchy trigger finger will take pot shots right.&amp;amp;quot; He comments, holding his gun with the barrel pointing towards the cieling before he tries the door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara curses under her breath as the wounded mouse makes an escape. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to try to pursue!&amp;amp;quot; Having wings is rather helpful, and she just recorrects her trajectory to try and fly after the mouse by soaring over the heads of the re-assembling guards. Maybe giving one of them a foot or knee to the head if opportune.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Eh, I don&amp;amp;#39;t think I have any plans tomorrow...&amp;amp;quot; Mal says, smirking as he slows down, pistol at the ready. &amp;amp;quot;Agreed,&amp;amp;quot; he replies to the Coyote, ready to back him up with gunfire!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris watches as the mouse begins running out, cursing. Sie runs over to the dead guard, pulling him behind cover. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah! I&amp;amp;#39;ll take care of that mouse! Come here and revive this guard!&amp;amp;quot; Hir rifle pokes out from between the railings as sie tries to get a bodyshot on one of the guards.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Already behind the wall of guards, Firecracker launches herself after the mouse as it flees.  As she gets closer, she calls out to hir, yelling &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  Just give up already!  There&amp;amp;#39;s nobody here to protect you anymore, and if you don&amp;amp;#39;t one of those guys with a gun&amp;amp;#39;ll be in here any second.  Just lie down and you&amp;amp;#39;ll save yourself a lot of pain.&amp;amp;quot;  And if the talking doesn&amp;amp;#39;t work, well, fire usually does the trick.  It worked the last time anyway, and it&amp;amp;#39;s a simple matter to make another fireball appear in front of the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s face as shi flees.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah yells back to Arris &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll get him on the way back.&amp;amp;quot; She then uses her Illusionary Equilibrioception nanomagic on the mouse and the guards, combo with a visual illusion to make them feel like the entire world flipped upside-down. She then focuses a Mirage, appearing in front of the fleeing mouse as the real Zophah becomes invisible again, maintaining pursuit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah yells back to Arris &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll get him on the way back.&amp;amp;quot; She then uses her Illusionary Equilibrioception nanomagic on the mouse to make her feel like the entire world flipped upside-down. The combos it with a visual illusion on the guards, centering a black cloud on each of their heads. She then focuses a Mirage back on the mouse, appearing in front of her as the real Zophah becomes invisible again, maintaining pursuit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Well, on the upside, the guards are now thoroughly distracted. The downside is that they&amp;amp;#39;re distracted on two fronts, and both in rather bad ways: two of them open fire on Astara as she passes very close, both of them landing multiple hits. The other two go after Arris, one of them firing at her while the other tries to smack her in the head with the butt of his gun, her close proximity in attempting to reach the dead guard giving them a very good chance to hit. Both agents are quickly felled with non-fatal wounds, but will definitely require some medical attention before they&amp;amp;#39;re ready to continue onward. Firecracker and Zophah will meet with more success, but possibly not for the reason they intended: all of that running causes the venom to circulate through the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s bloodstream that much faster, and shi soon stumbles and goes quite still, unable to continue. Between the four of them, the guards begin to look at one another in confusion, still holding their guns but obviously uncertain...or at least, as obvious as it can be with black clouds concealing their expressions.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus gives Mal a nod, opening the door to see....a lot of chaos. His ears perk as it seems the guards seem to act more confused then deadly, gingerly walking out onto the floor while holstering the gun, clearing his throat. &amp;amp;quot;Uhh, is this a bad time? We can always come back later.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters, his gaze shifting between the few guards still upright and making sure they aren&amp;amp;#39;t going to fire as he goes over to Arris to see how badly wounded they are.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;And then the scene was paused because the system is shutting down in 5 minutes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara&amp;amp;#39;s crash landing isn&amp;amp;#39;t elegant, or pretty, or all that controlled. Even if her wings didn&amp;amp;#39;t sustain much damage, the damage to her core certainly IS a problem. She&amp;amp;#39;s still barreling towards the guards as she loses altitude, leaking blood. She at least tries to not land on her wounded side.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal slowly blinks at the scene unfolding before him. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t get paid enough for this,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters with a sigh, quickly checking his pistol, ready to fire off shots if need be. &amp;amp;quot;Sooo...how do you want to do this, Angus?&amp;amp;quot; the RSX Operative asks the Coyote, eyeing the chaos with apprehension.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Idiot...&amp;amp;quot; Growls the human. She stayed by the elevator reloading her and the lizard friend of hers instead of going out of her way to put down the mouse as she requested was going out of the way to... Get shot. This is why she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t like mutant companions. The mouse seem to have went down. Disabling her nanite buffer she walks casually by the dead guard and the other four. &amp;amp;quot;Care to assist us with securing HQ?&amp;amp;quot; Situation awareness was something she usually tried to keep in mind of course. Seeing the demon about to crash land uncomfortably close to her persona she steps back and stares blankly in front of her... Expecting... The guard and the demon to turning in to one big ball of merry making...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris ducks behind the railing again as the bullets pass by hir. Unfortunately, this is ineffective against being hit on the head with the butt of a rifle, knocking hir out next to the dead guard.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Glad you see it my way,&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she flies over to the mouse lying still on the floor... a little too still.  The pegasus flies down to hir to give her a couple pokes to see if shi reacts when she spots the needle still stuck in hir arm.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, that takes care of that then.&amp;amp;quot;  With the immediate threat taken care of, she folds her forelegs behind her head and leans up against the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s body as she waits for the others to catch up, starting to move her jaw up and down as she chews a little bit of bubblegum.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah reaches the mouse, taking measured breaths to stay focused and alert. Her biomonitoring sight pinged her for Arris falling unconsious, but Zophah can fix that later, just like everything else. She holds back Firecracker so she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t make Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s job any harder, then tries again to push the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind with kitsunetsuki and hypnotisim, urging her to reveal the plan. &amp;amp;quot;I need to know how to fix this. Tell me your plan and how to undo the damage your group has caused.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Angus and Mal hold their position, Arris and Astara continue to bleed out...but at least they&amp;amp;#39;re not getting shot. The fact that the guards step out of those black clouds and look around in confusion is a fairly solid cue as to their current state, and they holster their guns. One of them notes a fallen companion, and his shout of horror can be heard throughout the lobby proper and down the hallway - that&amp;amp;#39;s nearly a fatality, no doubt about it. The mouse does indeed prove to be unconscious, the trauma of being set ablaze and poisoned (and stumbling and hitting hir head) having done quite a number on hir; no amount of psychic probing or convincing will get any information out of this one, and hypnotism is right out. The guards appear to be a great deal more concerned about their fallen comrade than about anything Parthenia is saying at the moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus takes a look at Arris, making note of the bullet wounds. &amp;amp;quot;Nah miss, now that dust settled I thought we could all sit down have a tea party right? You look a fine upstart woman who loves her tea.&amp;amp;quot; He answers Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s comment, giving Arris a few taps on the face with his fingers, not full on slapping her yet while pulling a bottle of strong alcohol out of his pack. &amp;amp;quot;Think you could come around for a minute there so we know you aren&amp;amp;#39;t brain dead huh?&amp;amp;quot; He looks back at Mal as he asks questions. &amp;amp;quot;Well we got wounded, we got confused as hell guards, and a mouse who&amp;amp;#39;s probably downed somewhere. Pick your choices, but pick em quick. We only got two, so I&amp;amp;#39;m expecting a third blind mouse here.&amp;amp;quot; He quips, making a vague reference to some kids fairy tale or something.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara left a long smear of blood across the floor as she skidded to a halt. It&amp;amp;#39;s ten or twenty seconds until she manages to roll over onto her back, groaning in pain. The felled succubus runs a hand over her wounds, sizing them up as best she can, before getting to use her edible nanomagic to help herself out the best she can. It&amp;amp;#39;s about all she can muster.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal holsters his own gun, looking to the Coyote and nodding. &amp;amp;quot;Right,&amp;amp;quot; he says, looking around the room, face paling slightly at the sight of the wounded and fallen. &amp;amp;quot;Lemme...go find that mouse,&amp;amp;quot; he mumbles, heading off to find that Mental Mouse. &amp;amp;quot;Citizen&amp;amp;#39;s arrest! Er, Agent&amp;amp;#39;s arrest...maybe just an arrest...&amp;amp;quot; he says, trailing off.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia rolls her eyes. &amp;amp;quot;Figures...&amp;amp;quot; She says with a rolled of her eyes and a dismissive wave of her hand towards the guards before turning to Angus. Not getting where this tea offer has come from she just crinkles her nose. Coyote associate with nothing but bad smell. &amp;amp;quot;I will pass.&amp;amp;quot; The demon seem to have left a nasty blood train on the floor which she carefully stepped over. Passing the guards and wounded Parthenia stops by Zophaha and Firecracker. &amp;amp;quot;No dice huh? Seems like the only way to find out what is happening is to get to HQ. Let us not delay it any longer.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris groans, eyes still closed stirring a little as hir face is slapped. &amp;amp;quot;Ugh, yes, tea, please. Two spoons sugar...&amp;amp;quot; Sie takes the flask and begins sucking from it before hir eyes jolt open and sie spits the whiskey onto the floor. &amp;amp;quot;THIS ISN&amp;amp;#39;T TEA!!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Well this is boring.&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she resumes her leaning against the knocked-out mouse and chewing her bubblegum.  Looking over to the others rounding the corner, she gives a lazy salute as she nonchalantly blows a little bubble.  &amp;amp;quot;Just point the way and I&amp;amp;#39;m ready!&amp;amp;quot; she says with a cocky grin.  &amp;amp;quot;I came to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I&amp;amp;#39;ve got plenty of bubblegum!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Unable to get into the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind, Zophah rushes back past Parthenia to the group to heal some damage. She spreads her Fiery Feathers to regenerate wounds, noting proper triage to use Medical nanomagic on the guard that has a hole in his head first. She shows her years of medical experience in maticulously reconstructing the fatality, pulling medical supplies out of her pack for Arris and Astara&amp;amp;#39;s regenerating wounds once she is done with the first man. She shows the kind of resolve of an ER doctor, giving as much heroic effort as needed to last till the end of such a long, dangerous day.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;After getting the necessary patching up done, the four remaining guards agree to join the team. The cleansing of the building continues apace, with the team slowly gathering more and more guards the more mice they fell, gaining a greater and greater combat advantage every time they take out a ringleader. Once the mice controlling the snipers within the building are routed, the riot outside the building begins to disperse, the necessary firepower proving more than adequate to the cause. Eleven mice in total are rooted out from the innards of the building, a conspicuous omission of one being explained by the fact that the mouse holed up on the top floor with the executives is using a radio to stay in touch with...someone. Anyone with a reasonable Comprehension can figure out that these ferals weren&amp;amp;#39;t organized enough to pull off a coordinated attack on their own; someone is actively working against Zephyr, setting local ferals against them, but who? The team is called in and congratulated by the chief of operations for their efforts and asked to give their reports, but Parthenia in particular is asked to remain afterward for a quick conversation. The bull speaking to the team bears a very even, inscrutable expression.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The bull continues, pacing back and forth. &amp;amp;quot;You have been a great asset to this company, Parthenia. Your help both before and during the assault has been very valuable.&amp;amp;quot; With that, he rests a hand upon one of her shoulders. &amp;amp;quot;You are also guilty of almost a dozen counts of attempted murder, including the guard you almost killed (even if they were later revived through no effort of your own) and nearly a dozen agents you vaporized with weaponry that you could not have possibly requisitioned. Further, your casual disregard for the fatalities you nearly caused makes you ill-suited to further service.&amp;amp;quot; His grip tightens, and he looks the woman in the eyes. &amp;amp;quot;Had any of those agents died, you would have spent the rest of your life in prison. However...in light of the fact that there were no actual fatalities (though they did come very close), we have opted to take a slightly different path.&amp;amp;quot; The big bovine returns to his desk and offers Parthenia a sheet of paper and a pen. &amp;amp;quot;Sign this at your leisure, but before you leave this office.&amp;amp;quot; The form lists Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s offenses - casual disregard for safety of co-workers, misuse of internal resources, property damage, and more - and appears to be a termination notice. Parthenia is being fired.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll also need that weaponry back. All of it.&amp;amp;quot;[[Category:RPLogs]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Zephyr Assault Pt. 2 - RPLOG</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aaron: /* Log */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;=Participants=&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Aaron]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Angus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Arris]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Astara]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Firecracker]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Mal]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Parthenia]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Zophah]]&lt;br /&gt;
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29/11/2016&lt;br /&gt;
=Log=&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;When last we left our intrepid heroes (?), several of them were gathered in the lobby, with Angus liberating Astara from what seemed to be a glue grenade of sorts. Firecracker had taken down one of the mental mice who appeared to be controlling the guards, which had turned on the team and shot Astara, the only one to have been injured in the battle (except for the now-unconscious mouse). While Astara, Parthenia, and Angus dealt with the scenario in the lobby, a team composed of Zophah, Mal, and Arris found their way to a sniper tower where an agent reported an absence of communication from command, and Phosphorus had gone off on her own to discover another post which was sadly missing its previous occupant. All three teams were getting ready to converge on the Zephyr building once more, which is where our scene resumes. Of the team, only Zophah has broken off to join the brawl, leaving Mal and Arris to join up with the others.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus tears the last of the restraining substances from Astara, making sure she wasn&amp;amp;#39;t going to fall on him before he finishes off helping the rest of the guards. &amp;amp;quot;There, now that we&amp;amp;#39;ve taken care of that sticky situation lets see who else we can find eh?&amp;amp;quot; He asks no one in particular, drawing the revolver at his hip and putting it to half cock as he heads towards the stairs, not really waiting for an answer.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara is just about trembling with anger, and she casts a glance with narrowed eyes towards Angus... before she just sighs, hanging her head. &amp;amp;quot;Does anyone have some rope? I want to make sure that fucking bitch isn&amp;amp;#39;t going anywhere when she wakes up.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal runs along after Arris, following the Gator into the building, with a grimace on his face and his M1911 ready. The human blinks and looks around, sniffing. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, shaking his head as he looks at the other agents. &amp;amp;quot;Anyone know what&amp;amp;#39;s going on?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, adding, &amp;amp;quot;And...maybe what that smell is?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia was on her way to go check out the choppa pilot but... Something change her mind. Instead she decided to share a piece of mind with Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be much of a point in going bondage on her ass if she can just will someone to free her again. I say, blow her head off and be done with it?&amp;amp;quot; Her attention turns to Firepony. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose I could go with you... Safety is in numbers after all.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris hurriedly leads Mal back into the Zephyr building. Upon reentering the lobby, sie immediately catches a whiff of the glue bomb that went off earlier, looking over to the glue blob. &amp;amp;quot;God, what happened here? Actually, don&amp;amp;#39;t answer that.&amp;amp;quot; Sie turns to Parthenia. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, Mal, and I have found out that communications with Zephyr HQ have went down. We should go upstairs and see what&amp;amp;#39;s going on.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker blinks in surprise as her links are cut off.  &amp;amp;quot;What the heck?  That&amp;amp;#39;s not normal...&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as she turns midair to look back at the others flooding into the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Well whatever, up we go!&amp;amp;quot; she announces as Angus heads up the stairs and Parthenia expresses her willingness to follow.  She ascends straight upwards as she looks around for anything out of the ordinary, shouting over to the ones entering the building.  &amp;amp;quot;Yeah, the coyote over there blew his load all over the guards.  Quite the sticky situation,&amp;amp;quot; she says with a grin and a shrug, slowly shaking her head back and forth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Angus and Firecracker begin to make their way up the stairs, they&amp;amp;#39;ll find that they&amp;amp;#39;re being peppered by a hail of bullets from the third floor; someone is waiting for them! Judging by the uniforms, another squad of guards was alerted by the firefight and has come to offer backup, not even bothering to ask questions before opening fire on both members of the team that have gone on ahead. The good news is that Firecracker is both small enough and agile enough to evade the hail of bullets. The bad news is that Angus isn&amp;amp;#39;t quite so lucky, with one of the bullets managing to strike an unarmored area and actually inflict some damage. Cover fire is laid in the lobby in short order, though they&amp;amp;#39;re careful to avoid hitting the gooped guards who are still stuck to the floor; it&amp;amp;#39;s simply going to be difficult to get up those stairs without getting shot!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus clutches his shoulder as he takes the ground, grunting and hitting the deck as the fire starts. Which is to say he turns around, and books it to the first floor as quickly as possible to find a good place to take cover and check the wound. &amp;amp;quot;I swear, every time, EVERY fucking time some shit happens in this place I get shot.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara shakes her head in response to Parth. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m not much for killing people unneccisarily. Can just gag her and bind her eyes, shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be able to do much then. More importantly, she might yet be useful to us in the future... somehow. Even if it&amp;amp;#39;s just for me to be able to execute some personal payback on her.&amp;amp;quot; The venom is practically dripping off of her words towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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The succubus doesn&amp;amp;#39;t have long to stay salty, however, with the scene now re-escalating. Using her wings to help give her some extra velocity, she darts for cover in the alcove of the Coffee Shop.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal backs up as shots are fired, lifting his gun to aim at the source. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit!&amp;amp;quot; he calls out, trying to pinpoint where the shooters are, and what&amp;amp;#39;s going on. Seriously, this is out of his pay range...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Hey! Why are the guards shooting at us!?&amp;amp;quot; Arris sees the guards opening fire into the lobby, firing off a few shots at them with hir railgun before running behind the central elevator for cover and shooting at the guards from there. Sie ducks behind the column again before pushing the &amp;amp;quot;call elevator&amp;amp;quot; button, reloading hir railgun and shooting again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia says, &amp;amp;quot;Of wow, really?!&amp;amp;quot; Perked up the human woman. She seemed way too excited to hear those news! If someone was smart, or tough enough to get to HQ, it could be either really good, or really bad! Either way, she simply had to go check out what is going on, find out who is behind it and most importantly, why?! To hope for the best was fooling of course, but she still did! &amp;amp;quot;C&amp;amp;#39;mon what are we waiting for? Let get going!&amp;amp;quot; She exclaimed heading for the elevator. Maybe she should take stairs? Bah, it&amp;amp;#39;ll be fine! And then comes the fire. The stink-dog gets shot, the small horse is dodging like mad and Parthenia extends her finger to push the button responsible for the elevator summoning. She tries to stay out of the sight of aggressors, with her shotgun at the ready for when the doors opens for her, ready to blow whoever might be inside all over the elevator walls. Seems like no one is asking any questions. She isn&amp;amp;#39;t going to kind enough to do so either. The kind demon who didn&amp;amp;#39;t want to put a few new fuckable holes in the mouse just got a roll of human&amp;amp;#39;s eyes.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker grins as she weaves through the hail of lead, looking up towards the presumed source of the showers.  &amp;amp;quot;Looks like the fun&amp;amp;#39;s not over yet!&amp;amp;quot; she shouts out as she darts towards the columns to get some cover as she continues to ascend.  With her speed and weaving around, she hopes to lose at least a few of the guards&amp;amp;#39; attention as she ascends towards the roof to get a better view from above.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The first floor of the Zephyr building offers ample sources of cover, but the gunfire isn&amp;amp;#39;t done. Cover fire is laid down with surprising precision; they seem to know exactly where to aim to ensure that the occupants of the lobby aren&amp;amp;#39;t going everywhere. For the moment, there&amp;amp;#39;s a lot of shouting going on, both from the guards downstairs and from whoever is up there, and between that and the constant usage of firearms? Good luck trying to hear anything. Angus and Astara will wind up in approximately the same area, safe from enemy fire, with Mal close enough to grab if needs be. Arris and Parthenia have a somewhat less tenable position by the elevator, but successfully hitting one of them is a lot more difficult...and will become even moreso if they duck into the elevator, the door opening with its ever-present quiet &amp;amp;#39;ding!&amp;amp;#39; sounds. Firecracker will discover that it is indeed a secondary team of guards opening fire on those below, along with a second mouse, this one hale and hearty and smart enough to keep the guards between hir and the petite pony.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus sighs as the gunfire continues, digging a finger into an ear. &amp;amp;quot;You know after that shit outside I think after this I&amp;amp;#39;m going to have to take a vacation.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters to no one in particular. Reaching out he grabs Mal, pulling him into cover and past him as he steps out with gun in hand, sights aimed for where the gunfire originated before firing three times to see if he can&amp;amp;#39;t get anyones attention.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara is dismayed to see there&amp;amp;#39;s a casualty already, noticing Angus&amp;amp;#39; shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Fuck, I really wish I knew some first-aid right now... how bad is it, Angus?&amp;amp;quot; And now with Mal there, she looks to him, sighing again. &amp;amp;quot;What now? I&amp;amp;#39;m afraid I&amp;amp;#39;m not much use for long distance, and while I can fly... I&amp;amp;#39;m a pretty big target.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;What,&amp;amp;quot; is the only thing out of Mal&amp;amp;#39;s mouth as the Coyote grips his arm and tugs him behind cover. The human blinks and watches Angus in confusion before poking his head out from behind the makeshift defenses, holstering the pistol in favor of the Remington 700. &amp;amp;quot;God dammit...&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia pulls the barrels of her shotgun up and steps in to the soon to be moving box. Not a second later hits the button F3. She didn&amp;amp;#39;t want to get shot at any more. Well.. At least not while firing back! Arris obviously following her in before the door close. &amp;amp;quot;So... I see you got some range on that thing.&amp;amp;quot; She nods towards the rail gun. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to take out anyone close to us, you, aim far.&amp;amp;quot; She reaches down to touch her belt. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll step out first, Got nanite buffer to take a few shots of anyone is on us.&amp;amp;quot; She lifts her gun again getting ready for the door to open. &amp;amp;quot;Oh. And if you see a mouse. Shoot the bitch and ignore the guards.&amp;amp;quot; Pausing for a moment she looked up, her lips forming a cute little &amp;amp;#39;o&amp;amp;#39;. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose if our floor is clear, take a dash to the railing and take down the assholes on the second floor.&amp;amp;quot; Ass soon as the door opens the nearest individual gets a slug from her gun.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris stays behind the column, barely able to hear the sound of the elevator opening through the gunfire. Sie steps inside the elevator, pushing the &amp;amp;quot;Floor 2&amp;amp;quot; button. &amp;amp;quot;Yup. Uh, yeah, so basically you run ahead, get shot instead of me, and I shoot you with my healing gun.&amp;amp;quot; Sie holds up hir Heal Pistol with hir left hand. &amp;amp;quot;I kinda want to go to the second floor. It&amp;amp;#39;s safer since we&amp;amp;#39;re more close to the rest of the team, going to the third floor immediately may bring surprise, but it&amp;amp;#39;s also very risky.&amp;amp;quot; Sie pushes the F2 button.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker shouts down to the guards and mouse as they fire their guns down at her allies and up at her, cape flapping behind her and shades glinting dangerously in the light.  &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  I&amp;amp;#39;d duck if I were you!&amp;amp;quot;  Right in the middle of the group of guards, in front of the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s face, a bright pink orb of light shines into existence as the air becomes dangerously hot, threatening to explode in just moments.  Several other orbs of pink light come into existence in the air around the guards as well.  They really should duck.  And when they do, Firecracker will take the opportunity to charge at the mouse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah comes running into the lobby, out of breath. She had left her drones, summons and her daughter to deal with the riots, and finally got back to Zephyr. She comms to the rest of the group &amp;amp;quot;Does anyone know where the end goal is?&amp;amp;quot; She tracks the crew she had &amp;amp;#39;marked&amp;amp;#39; with Biomonitoring Sight nanomagic, looking around their locations with Biodetection nanomagic as well. She then calls appon her phoenix dedication to shift into the iconic bird of fire, flying up the middle to try and head up the third floor. &amp;amp;quot;Firecracker would be jealous.&amp;amp;quot; She says to herself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Getting past that cover fire quickly proves to be significantly easier than it had been, what with Zophah making a very dramatic appearance and a fireball momentarily dazzling the mouse, along with several lights to make it difficult for the guards to see and distract them to no end. None of the guards actually heed Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s advice, though, and while only three of them are still firing in the wake of the fireball, one is still focused enough to keep fire down on the ground while the other two aim at Zophah - easily the larger of the targets! Mercifully, every guard still aiming forward is drawn by the much larger target, the intently focusing Firecracker briefly going unassaulted...and Zophah will narrowly dodge both bullets, though it&amp;amp;#39;s immediately obvious that staying out in the open isn&amp;amp;#39;t tenable for long. In the meantime, ding - the elevator opens on Floor 2, revealing no great scuffle of any kind. The sounds of conflict can clearly be heard above, though!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls a little as bullets still riddle the lobby, he rolls his shoulder a bit to test it before answering Astara&amp;amp;#39;s question. &amp;amp;quot;Not the first time I&amp;amp;#39;ve been shot, I&amp;amp;#39;ll be fine. Just hurts.&amp;amp;quot; He answers before turning his attention back to the third floor. Cocking the hammer back he closes one eye and takes aim before commenting to Mal with a bit of a smile. &amp;amp;quot;Hey, bet you I can hit him before you do.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara resummons her forest wisp companion, and it blazes back with renewed vigor right besides her! &amp;amp;quot;...well, they seem distracted enough.&amp;amp;quot; Her wings flap again in preparation for a use and she steps out of the alcove tenatively, laser pistol in hand. The succubus casts a look to Mal and Angus, the tiniest of smirks on her face; &amp;amp;quot;Think you two can keep the covering fire down long enough for me to get up there?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;We can try?&amp;amp;quot; Mal responds, aiming down the sights of his rifle. &amp;amp;quot;Ya think Zephyr would send me a bill if I shot one of &amp;amp;#39;em?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, eyeing one of the guards. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t think I can afford to pay for someone&amp;amp;#39;s medical...&amp;amp;quot; he adds, grinning. Hah, insurance jokes. Classic.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia turns and peers at her companion. &amp;amp;quot;Are you... Fucking... Shitting me!?&amp;amp;quot; Hisses the woman through her teeth. &amp;amp;quot;You going to play games here or do as I say, bitch?&amp;amp;quot; Armored finger snaps agaist the F3 one more time. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m honestly astonished by your inability to follow simple orders. Just hope you are a more capable shooter.&amp;amp;quot; She turns away starting at the door again. &amp;amp;quot;If you are to have any more -bright- ideas, do consult me /first/!&amp;amp;quot; Her gun is once again aimed at the door. The nearest Guard gets it. Unless of course the poor little mouse is so preoccupied with all the Fiery flames and is so helplessly in the open... In the case the shot gun goes... BLAMF! BLARGBF!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris can&amp;amp;#39;t do much else than nod with a flustered face as Parthenia rages at hir, somewhat afraid that sie will have to deal with her and not the guards. Sie is about to move to push the button to floor 3, but Parthenia is already on it. The gator instead readies hirself again to shoot once the doors outside the elevator open.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a disappointed &amp;amp;quot;Tsk&amp;amp;quot; as none of the guards seem to care about a fireball going off right above them.  &amp;amp;quot;Guess this is my chance anyway,&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as none of the guards seem to be focused on her.  She lights up in a pink aura of flames as she charges towards the group, aiming to tackle the dazzled mouse off the walkway and down to the second floor, following it down as they go.  A ten-foot drop onto its back shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t hurt it TOO badly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah turns invisible with her Vanishing nanomagic while creating three duplicates of herself with Illusion nanomagic, splitting off to distract the gunmen while she goes to the mouse. Once close up she tries to force the mouse to stand down, using her Kitsunetsuki power to try and dominate the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind. She even puts some heroic effort into getting the mouse to submit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a disappointed &amp;amp;quot;Tsk&amp;amp;quot; as none of the guards seem to care about a fireball going off right above them.  &amp;amp;quot;Guess this is my chance anyway,&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as none of the guards seem to be focused on her.  She lights up in a pink aura of flames as she charges towards the group.  She dashes past them to hit the wall, kicking off it quickly to slam into the dazzled mouse and knock it off the walkway to the second floor, following it down as they go.  A ten-foot drop onto its back shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t hurt it TOO badly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The cover fire provided by Mal and Angus proves to be enough to get Astara up to the third floor unassaulted, though the two guards that were dazzled by the light show are quick enough to recover - these guys are smart and disciplined. It&amp;amp;#39;s no wonder Zephyr relies on them in case things go down! Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s attempt to dominate the mouse will meet with some resistance, though that resistance is dampened by Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s assault and the distracting shouting from the second floor. Soon enough, the elevator rises, and makes its way to the third floor just in time for the next round of battle. Ding! One of the guards peels away to provide support fire against the pair in the elevator, and there&amp;amp;#39;s a moment where they regroup and fall back just slightly...but even then, they only seem to tighten their defenses. There&amp;amp;#39;s a bit of a sour patch, though: even at high velocity, being kicked by a six-inch pony isn&amp;amp;#39;t really enough to topple the mouse, who reacts to being kicked by turning around and grabbing Firecracker in both hands. With a savage grin, the mouse starts to twist - the pony will want to get out of there in a hurry!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus takes the opportunity caused by the chaos to take the stairs, not really in a hurry due to how crowded it is already. As he does he snaps the loading gate open, ejecting spent casings as he goes before loading the empty cylinders with fresh ones, spinning the cylinder and gently resting the hammer forward as he continues on his climb to third level, party town central.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal blinks as the Coyote takes off, but within seconds is running after him, shrugging the rifle over a shoulder as he chases after Angus. The Human eyes Angus&amp;amp;#39; revolver and hmmphs, &amp;amp;quot;I need to get one of those...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, drawing his M1911 as he goes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara arrived at a good time, it seems, based on Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s predicament; she casts her hand outwards towards the rodent, and her forest wisp immidiately goes towards it. The succubus, much more obvious and shoot-able than an ethereal ball of fire, focuses on the guards, casting a marsh wisp over them as she flies at one. She&amp;amp;#39;s certainly an imposing figure.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia knew perfectly well where the fight is. With all she shooting going down, the flames, the lights. The doors open and there isn&amp;amp;#39;t a soul right in front of them. She gets ready to stop out. &amp;amp;quot;Remember. If you don&amp;amp;#39;t see a mouse, shoot the guards. If you do. Right in the head.&amp;amp;quot; She taps her armored finger agaist the visor of her helmet, probably pointing between the eyes. With that she steps out falling to her knee, weapon raised and aimed at the guard who was so willing and ready to hold off the elevator assault. BLAMRF!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris waits for Parthenia to leave the elevator, following closely behind her. Spotting the Mental Mouse doing... something, crushing something in her hands, sie quickly aims at her head and fires. Loading a fresh round, sie starts shooting the Zephyr guards in the knees.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker grins as the mouse holds her and starts to crush and twist.  That means it has nothing to protect its face from the near point-blank solar breath that shoots out of the little fireball&amp;amp;#39;s mouth as she wrests her way out of its grip to follow up his a vicious headbutt.  That mouse is going over the railing whether it wants to or not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah quickly pulls a hypodermic needle from a pocket of her lab coat, stabbing the mouse with Paralytic Venom on a main artery to pump her full of sedative. She then becomes visible as she tries to pull firecracker away from the mouse and other&amp;amp;#39;s attacks aimed at the mouse as well, ready to use her medical expertise if need be.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the team of five guards having their attention split three different ways - two aiming at Angus and Mal, two at Zophah and Astara, and one at Parthenia and Arris - their actual ability to provide cover fire is severely curtailed. Of course, it&amp;amp;#39;s five until Parthenia and Arris open fire...and then it&amp;amp;#39;s four, one of the guards shuddering as he&amp;amp;#39;s impacted with the badly wounded body of his nearby comrade, the killshot proving ineffective but still highly damaging. In the meantime, clutching her scorched face, the mouse drops Firecracker and makes a run for it down the hall. Instantly, the four remaining guards huddle close together to guard the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s escape, needle still hanging out of hir arm; this position is becoming indefensible, and shi&amp;amp;#39;s hoping to put some distance between hirself and the fight before the venom kicks in!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus smirks a little at Mal. &amp;amp;quot;You know where Narwen&amp;amp;#39;s shop is? I supply his gear, come around there tomorrow and ask him about a custom order, I&amp;amp;#39;ll make you one.&amp;amp;quot; He answers, humming to himself just a bit as he inspects the hole in his coat, man that&amp;amp;#39;s going to suck to repair. As they get closer to the third floor he very quietly puts an arm out to slow Mal down, cocking his head at the door. &amp;amp;quot;LEtsss not go bursting through, who knows if someone with an itchy trigger finger will take pot shots right.&amp;amp;quot; He comments, holding his gun with the barrel pointing towards the cieling before he tries the door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara curses under her breath as the wounded mouse makes an escape. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to try to pursue!&amp;amp;quot; Having wings is rather helpful, and she just recorrects her trajectory to try and fly after the mouse by soaring over the heads of the re-assembling guards. Maybe giving one of them a foot or knee to the head if opportune.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Eh, I don&amp;amp;#39;t think I have any plans tomorrow...&amp;amp;quot; Mal says, smirking as he slows down, pistol at the ready. &amp;amp;quot;Agreed,&amp;amp;quot; he replies to the Coyote, ready to back him up with gunfire!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris watches as the mouse begins running out, cursing. Sie runs over to the dead guard, pulling him behind cover. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah! I&amp;amp;#39;ll take care of that mouse! Come here and revive this guard!&amp;amp;quot; Hir rifle pokes out from between the railings as sie tries to get a bodyshot on one of the guards.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Already behind the wall of guards, Firecracker launches herself after the mouse as it flees.  As she gets closer, she calls out to hir, yelling &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  Just give up already!  There&amp;amp;#39;s nobody here to protect you anymore, and if you don&amp;amp;#39;t one of those guys with a gun&amp;amp;#39;ll be in here any second.  Just lie down and you&amp;amp;#39;ll save yourself a lot of pain.&amp;amp;quot;  And if the talking doesn&amp;amp;#39;t work, well, fire usually does the trick.  It worked the last time anyway, and it&amp;amp;#39;s a simple matter to make another fireball appear in front of the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s face as shi flees.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah yells back to Arris &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll get him on the way back.&amp;amp;quot; She then uses her Illusionary Equilibrioception nanomagic on the mouse and the guards, combo with a visual illusion to make them feel like the entire world flipped upside-down. She then focuses a Mirage, appearing in front of the fleeing mouse as the real Zophah becomes invisible again, maintaining pursuit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah yells back to Arris &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll get him on the way back.&amp;amp;quot; She then uses her Illusionary Equilibrioception nanomagic on the mouse to make her feel like the entire world flipped upside-down. The combos it with a visual illusion on the guards, centering a black cloud on each of their heads. She then focuses a Mirage back on the mouse, appearing in front of her as the real Zophah becomes invisible again, maintaining pursuit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Well, on the upside, the guards are now thoroughly distracted. The downside is that they&amp;amp;#39;re distracted on two fronts, and both in rather bad ways: two of them open fire on Astara as she passes very close, both of them landing multiple hits. The other two go after Arris, one of them firing at her while the other tries to smack her in the head with the butt of his gun, her close proximity in attempting to reach the dead guard giving them a very good chance to hit. Both agents are quickly felled with non-fatal wounds, but will definitely require some medical attention before they&amp;amp;#39;re ready to continue onward. Firecracker and Zophah will meet with more success, but possibly not for the reason they intended: all of that running causes the venom to circulate through the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s bloodstream that much faster, and shi soon stumbles and goes quite still, unable to continue. Between the four of them, the guards begin to look at one another in confusion, still holding their guns but obviously uncertain...or at least, as obvious as it can be with black clouds concealing their expressions.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus gives Mal a nod, opening the door to see....a lot of chaos. His ears perk as it seems the guards seem to act more confused then deadly, gingerly walking out onto the floor while holstering the gun, clearing his throat. &amp;amp;quot;Uhh, is this a bad time? We can always come back later.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters, his gaze shifting between the few guards still upright and making sure they aren&amp;amp;#39;t going to fire as he goes over to Arris to see how badly wounded they are.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;And then the scene was paused because the system is shutting down in 5 minutes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara&amp;amp;#39;s crash landing isn&amp;amp;#39;t elegant, or pretty, or all that controlled. Even if her wings didn&amp;amp;#39;t sustain much damage, the damage to her core certainly IS a problem. She&amp;amp;#39;s still barreling towards the guards as she loses altitude, leaking blood. She at least tries to not land on her wounded side.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal slowly blinks at the scene unfolding before him. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t get paid enough for this,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters with a sigh, quickly checking his pistol, ready to fire off shots if need be. &amp;amp;quot;Sooo...how do you want to do this, Angus?&amp;amp;quot; the RSX Operative asks the Coyote, eyeing the chaos with apprehension.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Idiot...&amp;amp;quot; Growls the human. She stayed by the elevator reloading her and the lizard friend of hers instead of going out of her way to put down the mouse as she requested was going out of the way to... Get shot. This is why she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t like mutant companions. The mouse seem to have went down. Disabling her nanite buffer she walks casually by the dead guard and the other four. &amp;amp;quot;Care to assist us with securing HQ?&amp;amp;quot; Situation awareness was something she usually tried to keep in mind of course. Seeing the demon about to crash land uncomfortably close to her persona she steps back and stares blankly in front of her... Expecting... The guard and the demon to turning in to one big ball of merry making...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris ducks behind the railing again as the bullets pass by hir. Unfortunately, this is ineffective against being hit on the head with the butt of a rifle, knocking hir out next to the dead guard.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Glad you see it my way,&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she flies over to the mouse lying still on the floor... a little too still.  The pegasus flies down to hir to give her a couple pokes to see if shi reacts when she spots the needle still stuck in hir arm.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, that takes care of that then.&amp;amp;quot;  With the immediate threat taken care of, she folds her forelegs behind her head and leans up against the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s body as she waits for the others to catch up, starting to move her jaw up and down as she chews a little bit of bubblegum.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah reaches the mouse, taking measured breaths to stay focused and alert. Her biomonitoring sight pinged her for Arris falling unconsious, but Zophah can fix that later, just like everything else. She holds back Firecracker so she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t make Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s job any harder, then tries again to push the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind with kitsunetsuki and hypnotisim, urging her to reveal the plan. &amp;amp;quot;I need to know how to fix this. Tell me your plan and how to undo the damage your group has caused.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Angus and Mal hold their position, Arris and Astara continue to bleed out...but at least they&amp;amp;#39;re not getting shot. The fact that the guards step out of those black clouds and look around in confusion is a fairly solid cue as to their current state, and they holster their guns. One of them notes a fallen companion, and his shout of horror can be heard throughout the lobby proper and down the hallway - that&amp;amp;#39;s nearly a fatality, no doubt about it. The mouse does indeed prove to be unconscious, the trauma of being set ablaze and poisoned (and stumbling and hitting hir head) having done quite a number on hir; no amount of psychic probing or convincing will get any information out of this one, and hypnotism is right out. The guards appear to be a great deal more concerned about their fallen comrade than about anything Parthenia is saying at the moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus takes a look at Arris, making note of the bullet wounds. &amp;amp;quot;Nah miss, now that dust settled I thought we could all sit down have a tea party right? You look a fine upstart woman who loves her tea.&amp;amp;quot; He answers Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s comment, giving Arris a few taps on the face with his fingers, not full on slapping her yet while pulling a bottle of strong alcohol out of his pack. &amp;amp;quot;Think you could come around for a minute there so we know you aren&amp;amp;#39;t brain dead huh?&amp;amp;quot; He looks back at Mal as he asks questions. &amp;amp;quot;Well we got wounded, we got confused as hell guards, and a mouse who&amp;amp;#39;s probably downed somewhere. Pick your choices, but pick em quick. We only got two, so I&amp;amp;#39;m expecting a third blind mouse here.&amp;amp;quot; He quips, making a vague reference to some kids fairy tale or something.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara left a long smear of blood across the floor as she skidded to a halt. It&amp;amp;#39;s ten or twenty seconds until she manages to roll over onto her back, groaning in pain. The felled succubus runs a hand over her wounds, sizing them up as best she can, before getting to use her edible nanomagic to help herself out the best she can. It&amp;amp;#39;s about all she can muster.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal holsters his own gun, looking to the Coyote and nodding. &amp;amp;quot;Right,&amp;amp;quot; he says, looking around the room, face paling slightly at the sight of the wounded and fallen. &amp;amp;quot;Lemme...go find that mouse,&amp;amp;quot; he mumbles, heading off to find that Mental Mouse. &amp;amp;quot;Citizen&amp;amp;#39;s arrest! Er, Agent&amp;amp;#39;s arrest...maybe just an arrest...&amp;amp;quot; he says, trailing off.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia rolls her eyes. &amp;amp;quot;Figures...&amp;amp;quot; She says with a rolled of her eyes and a dismissive wave of her hand towards the guards before turning to Angus. Not getting where this tea offer has come from she just crinkles her nose. Coyote associate with nothing but bad smell. &amp;amp;quot;I will pass.&amp;amp;quot; The demon seem to have left a nasty blood train on the floor which she carefully stepped over. Passing the guards and wounded Parthenia stops by Zophaha and Firecracker. &amp;amp;quot;No dice huh? Seems like the only way to find out what is happening is to get to HQ. Let us not delay it any longer.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris groans, eyes still closed stirring a little as hir face is slapped. &amp;amp;quot;Ugh, yes, tea, please. Two spoons sugar...&amp;amp;quot; Sie takes the flask and begins sucking from it before hir eyes jolt open and sie spits the whiskey onto the floor. &amp;amp;quot;THIS ISN&amp;amp;#39;T TEA!!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Well this is boring.&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she resumes her leaning against the knocked-out mouse and chewing her bubblegum.  Looking over to the others rounding the corner, she gives a lazy salute as she nonchalantly blows a little bubble.  &amp;amp;quot;Just point the way and I&amp;amp;#39;m ready!&amp;amp;quot; she says with a cocky grin.  &amp;amp;quot;I came to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I&amp;amp;#39;ve got plenty of bubblegum!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Unable to get into the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind, Zophah rushes back past Parthenia to the group to heal some damage. She spreads her Fiery Feathers to regenerate wounds, noting proper triage to use Medical nanomagic on the guard that has a hole in his head first. She shows her years of medical experience in maticulously reconstructing the fatality, pulling medical supplies out of her pack for Arris and Astara&amp;amp;#39;s regenerating wounds once she is done with the first man. She shows the kind of resolve of an ER doctor, giving as much heroic effort as needed to last till the end of such a long, dangerous day.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;After getting the necessary patching up done, the four remaining guards agree to join the team. The cleansing of the building continues apace, with the team slowly gathering more and more guards the more mice they fell, gaining a greater and greater combat advantage every time they take out a ringleader. Once the mice controlling the snipers within the building are routed, the riot outside the building begins to disperse, the necessary firepower proving more than adequate to the cause. Eleven mice in total are rooted out from the innards of the building, a conspicuous omission of one being explained by the fact that the mouse holed up on the top floor with the executives is using a radio to stay in touch with...someone. Anyone with a reasonable Comprehension can figure out that these ferals weren&amp;amp;#39;t organized enough to pull off a coordinated attack on their own; someone is actively working against Zephyr, setting local ferals against them, but who? The team is called in and congratulated by the chief of operations for their efforts and asked to give their reports, but Parthenia in particular is asked to remain afterward for a quick conversation. The bull speaking to the team bears a very even, inscrutable expression.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The bull continues, pacing back and forth. &amp;amp;quot;You have been a great asset to this company, Parthenia. Your help both before and during the assault has been very valuable.&amp;amp;quot; With that, he rests a hand upon one of her shoulders. &amp;amp;quot;You are also guilty of almost a dozen counts of attempted murder, including the guard you almost killed (even if they were later revived through no effort of your own) and nearly a dozen agents you vaporized with weaponry that you could not have possibly requisitioned. Further, your casual disregard for the fatalities you nearly caused makes you ill-suited to further service.&amp;amp;quot; His grip tightens, and he looks the woman in the eyes. &amp;amp;quot;Had any of those agents died, you would have spent the rest of your life in prison. However...in light of the fact that no one died (though they did come very close), we have opted to take a slightly different path.&amp;amp;quot; The big bovine returns to his desk and offers Parthenia a sheet of paper and a pen. &amp;amp;quot;Sign this at your leisure, but before you leave this office.&amp;amp;quot; The form lists Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s offenses - casual disregard for safety of co-workers, misuse of internal resources, property damage, and more - and appears to be a termination notice. Parthenia is being fired.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll also need that weaponry back. All of it.&amp;amp;quot;[[Category:RPLogs]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Zephyr Assault Pt. 2 - RPLOG</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aaron: /* Log */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;=Participants=&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Aaron]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Angus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Arris]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Astara]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Firecracker]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Mal]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Parthenia]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Zophah]]&lt;br /&gt;
=Date=&lt;br /&gt;
29/11/2016&lt;br /&gt;
=Log=&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;When last we left our intrepid heroes (?), several of them were gathered in the lobby, with Angus liberating Astara from what seemed to be a glue grenade of sorts. Firecracker had taken down one of the mental mice who appeared to be controlling the guards, which had turned on the team and shot Astara, the only one to have been injured in the battle (except for the now-unconscious mouse). While Astara, Parthenia, and Angus dealt with the scenario in the lobby, a team composed of Zophah, Mal, and Arris found their way to a sniper tower where an agent reported an absence of communication from command, and Phosphorus had gone off on her own to discover another post which was sadly missing its previous occupant. All three teams were getting ready to converge on the Zephyr building once more, which is where our scene resumes. Of the team, only Zophah has broken off to join the brawl, leaving Mal and Arris to join up with the others.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus tears the last of the restraining substances from Astara, making sure she wasn&amp;amp;#39;t going to fall on him before he finishes off helping the rest of the guards. &amp;amp;quot;There, now that we&amp;amp;#39;ve taken care of that sticky situation lets see who else we can find eh?&amp;amp;quot; He asks no one in particular, drawing the revolver at his hip and putting it to half cock as he heads towards the stairs, not really waiting for an answer.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara is just about trembling with anger, and she casts a glance with narrowed eyes towards Angus... before she just sighs, hanging her head. &amp;amp;quot;Does anyone have some rope? I want to make sure that fucking bitch isn&amp;amp;#39;t going anywhere when she wakes up.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal runs along after Arris, following the Gator into the building, with a grimace on his face and his M1911 ready. The human blinks and looks around, sniffing. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, shaking his head as he looks at the other agents. &amp;amp;quot;Anyone know what&amp;amp;#39;s going on?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, adding, &amp;amp;quot;And...maybe what that smell is?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia was on her way to go check out the choppa pilot but... Something change her mind. Instead she decided to share a piece of mind with Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be much of a point in going bondage on her ass if she can just will someone to free her again. I say, blow her head off and be done with it?&amp;amp;quot; Her attention turns to Firepony. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose I could go with you... Safety is in numbers after all.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris hurriedly leads Mal back into the Zephyr building. Upon reentering the lobby, sie immediately catches a whiff of the glue bomb that went off earlier, looking over to the glue blob. &amp;amp;quot;God, what happened here? Actually, don&amp;amp;#39;t answer that.&amp;amp;quot; Sie turns to Parthenia. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, Mal, and I have found out that communications with Zephyr HQ have went down. We should go upstairs and see what&amp;amp;#39;s going on.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker blinks in surprise as her links are cut off.  &amp;amp;quot;What the heck?  That&amp;amp;#39;s not normal...&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as she turns midair to look back at the others flooding into the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Well whatever, up we go!&amp;amp;quot; she announces as Angus heads up the stairs and Parthenia expresses her willingness to follow.  She ascends straight upwards as she looks around for anything out of the ordinary, shouting over to the ones entering the building.  &amp;amp;quot;Yeah, the coyote over there blew his load all over the guards.  Quite the sticky situation,&amp;amp;quot; she says with a grin and a shrug, slowly shaking her head back and forth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Angus and Firecracker begin to make their way up the stairs, they&amp;amp;#39;ll find that they&amp;amp;#39;re being peppered by a hail of bullets from the third floor; someone is waiting for them! Judging by the uniforms, another squad of guards was alerted by the firefight and has come to offer backup, not even bothering to ask questions before opening fire on both members of the team that have gone on ahead. The good news is that Firecracker is both small enough and agile enough to evade the hail of bullets. The bad news is that Angus isn&amp;amp;#39;t quite so lucky, with one of the bullets managing to strike an unarmored area and actually inflict some damage. Cover fire is laid in the lobby in short order, though they&amp;amp;#39;re careful to avoid hitting the gooped guards who are still stuck to the floor; it&amp;amp;#39;s simply going to be difficult to get up those stairs without getting shot!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus clutches his shoulder as he takes the ground, grunting and hitting the deck as the fire starts. Which is to say he turns around, and books it to the first floor as quickly as possible to find a good place to take cover and check the wound. &amp;amp;quot;I swear, every time, EVERY fucking time some shit happens in this place I get shot.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara shakes her head in response to Parth. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m not much for killing people unneccisarily. Can just gag her and bind her eyes, shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be able to do much then. More importantly, she might yet be useful to us in the future... somehow. Even if it&amp;amp;#39;s just for me to be able to execute some personal payback on her.&amp;amp;quot; The venom is practically dripping off of her words towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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The succubus doesn&amp;amp;#39;t have long to stay salty, however, with the scene now re-escalating. Using her wings to help give her some extra velocity, she darts for cover in the alcove of the Coffee Shop.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal backs up as shots are fired, lifting his gun to aim at the source. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit!&amp;amp;quot; he calls out, trying to pinpoint where the shooters are, and what&amp;amp;#39;s going on. Seriously, this is out of his pay range...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Hey! Why are the guards shooting at us!?&amp;amp;quot; Arris sees the guards opening fire into the lobby, firing off a few shots at them with hir railgun before running behind the central elevator for cover and shooting at the guards from there. Sie ducks behind the column again before pushing the &amp;amp;quot;call elevator&amp;amp;quot; button, reloading hir railgun and shooting again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia says, &amp;amp;quot;Of wow, really?!&amp;amp;quot; Perked up the human woman. She seemed way too excited to hear those news! If someone was smart, or tough enough to get to HQ, it could be either really good, or really bad! Either way, she simply had to go check out what is going on, find out who is behind it and most importantly, why?! To hope for the best was fooling of course, but she still did! &amp;amp;quot;C&amp;amp;#39;mon what are we waiting for? Let get going!&amp;amp;quot; She exclaimed heading for the elevator. Maybe she should take stairs? Bah, it&amp;amp;#39;ll be fine! And then comes the fire. The stink-dog gets shot, the small horse is dodging like mad and Parthenia extends her finger to push the button responsible for the elevator summoning. She tries to stay out of the sight of aggressors, with her shotgun at the ready for when the doors opens for her, ready to blow whoever might be inside all over the elevator walls. Seems like no one is asking any questions. She isn&amp;amp;#39;t going to kind enough to do so either. The kind demon who didn&amp;amp;#39;t want to put a few new fuckable holes in the mouse just got a roll of human&amp;amp;#39;s eyes.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker grins as she weaves through the hail of lead, looking up towards the presumed source of the showers.  &amp;amp;quot;Looks like the fun&amp;amp;#39;s not over yet!&amp;amp;quot; she shouts out as she darts towards the columns to get some cover as she continues to ascend.  With her speed and weaving around, she hopes to lose at least a few of the guards&amp;amp;#39; attention as she ascends towards the roof to get a better view from above.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The first floor of the Zephyr building offers ample sources of cover, but the gunfire isn&amp;amp;#39;t done. Cover fire is laid down with surprising precision; they seem to know exactly where to aim to ensure that the occupants of the lobby aren&amp;amp;#39;t going everywhere. For the moment, there&amp;amp;#39;s a lot of shouting going on, both from the guards downstairs and from whoever is up there, and between that and the constant usage of firearms? Good luck trying to hear anything. Angus and Astara will wind up in approximately the same area, safe from enemy fire, with Mal close enough to grab if needs be. Arris and Parthenia have a somewhat less tenable position by the elevator, but successfully hitting one of them is a lot more difficult...and will become even moreso if they duck into the elevator, the door opening with its ever-present quiet &amp;amp;#39;ding!&amp;amp;#39; sounds. Firecracker will discover that it is indeed a secondary team of guards opening fire on those below, along with a second mouse, this one hale and hearty and smart enough to keep the guards between hir and the petite pony.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus sighs as the gunfire continues, digging a finger into an ear. &amp;amp;quot;You know after that shit outside I think after this I&amp;amp;#39;m going to have to take a vacation.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters to no one in particular. Reaching out he grabs Mal, pulling him into cover and past him as he steps out with gun in hand, sights aimed for where the gunfire originated before firing three times to see if he can&amp;amp;#39;t get anyones attention.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara is dismayed to see there&amp;amp;#39;s a casualty already, noticing Angus&amp;amp;#39; shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Fuck, I really wish I knew some first-aid right now... how bad is it, Angus?&amp;amp;quot; And now with Mal there, she looks to him, sighing again. &amp;amp;quot;What now? I&amp;amp;#39;m afraid I&amp;amp;#39;m not much use for long distance, and while I can fly... I&amp;amp;#39;m a pretty big target.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;What,&amp;amp;quot; is the only thing out of Mal&amp;amp;#39;s mouth as the Coyote grips his arm and tugs him behind cover. The human blinks and watches Angus in confusion before poking his head out from behind the makeshift defenses, holstering the pistol in favor of the Remington 700. &amp;amp;quot;God dammit...&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia pulls the barrels of her shotgun up and steps in to the soon to be moving box. Not a second later hits the button F3. She didn&amp;amp;#39;t want to get shot at any more. Well.. At least not while firing back! Arris obviously following her in before the door close. &amp;amp;quot;So... I see you got some range on that thing.&amp;amp;quot; She nods towards the rail gun. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to take out anyone close to us, you, aim far.&amp;amp;quot; She reaches down to touch her belt. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll step out first, Got nanite buffer to take a few shots of anyone is on us.&amp;amp;quot; She lifts her gun again getting ready for the door to open. &amp;amp;quot;Oh. And if you see a mouse. Shoot the bitch and ignore the guards.&amp;amp;quot; Pausing for a moment she looked up, her lips forming a cute little &amp;amp;#39;o&amp;amp;#39;. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose if our floor is clear, take a dash to the railing and take down the assholes on the second floor.&amp;amp;quot; Ass soon as the door opens the nearest individual gets a slug from her gun.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris stays behind the column, barely able to hear the sound of the elevator opening through the gunfire. Sie steps inside the elevator, pushing the &amp;amp;quot;Floor 2&amp;amp;quot; button. &amp;amp;quot;Yup. Uh, yeah, so basically you run ahead, get shot instead of me, and I shoot you with my healing gun.&amp;amp;quot; Sie holds up hir Heal Pistol with hir left hand. &amp;amp;quot;I kinda want to go to the second floor. It&amp;amp;#39;s safer since we&amp;amp;#39;re more close to the rest of the team, going to the third floor immediately may bring surprise, but it&amp;amp;#39;s also very risky.&amp;amp;quot; Sie pushes the F2 button.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker shouts down to the guards and mouse as they fire their guns down at her allies and up at her, cape flapping behind her and shades glinting dangerously in the light.  &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  I&amp;amp;#39;d duck if I were you!&amp;amp;quot;  Right in the middle of the group of guards, in front of the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s face, a bright pink orb of light shines into existence as the air becomes dangerously hot, threatening to explode in just moments.  Several other orbs of pink light come into existence in the air around the guards as well.  They really should duck.  And when they do, Firecracker will take the opportunity to charge at the mouse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah comes running into the lobby, out of breath. She had left her drones, summons and her daughter to deal with the riots, and finally got back to Zephyr. She comms to the rest of the group &amp;amp;quot;Does anyone know where the end goal is?&amp;amp;quot; She tracks the crew she had &amp;amp;#39;marked&amp;amp;#39; with Biomonitoring Sight nanomagic, looking around their locations with Biodetection nanomagic as well. She then calls appon her phoenix dedication to shift into the iconic bird of fire, flying up the middle to try and head up the third floor. &amp;amp;quot;Firecracker would be jealous.&amp;amp;quot; She says to herself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Getting past that cover fire quickly proves to be significantly easier than it had been, what with Zophah making a very dramatic appearance and a fireball momentarily dazzling the mouse, along with several lights to make it difficult for the guards to see and distract them to no end. None of the guards actually heed Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s advice, though, and while only three of them are still firing in the wake of the fireball, one is still focused enough to keep fire down on the ground while the other two aim at Zophah - easily the larger of the targets! Mercifully, every guard still aiming forward is drawn by the much larger target, the intently focusing Firecracker briefly going unassaulted...and Zophah will narrowly dodge both bullets, though it&amp;amp;#39;s immediately obvious that staying out in the open isn&amp;amp;#39;t tenable for long. In the meantime, ding - the elevator opens on Floor 2, revealing no great scuffle of any kind. The sounds of conflict can clearly be heard above, though!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls a little as bullets still riddle the lobby, he rolls his shoulder a bit to test it before answering Astara&amp;amp;#39;s question. &amp;amp;quot;Not the first time I&amp;amp;#39;ve been shot, I&amp;amp;#39;ll be fine. Just hurts.&amp;amp;quot; He answers before turning his attention back to the third floor. Cocking the hammer back he closes one eye and takes aim before commenting to Mal with a bit of a smile. &amp;amp;quot;Hey, bet you I can hit him before you do.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara resummons her forest wisp companion, and it blazes back with renewed vigor right besides her! &amp;amp;quot;...well, they seem distracted enough.&amp;amp;quot; Her wings flap again in preparation for a use and she steps out of the alcove tenatively, laser pistol in hand. The succubus casts a look to Mal and Angus, the tiniest of smirks on her face; &amp;amp;quot;Think you two can keep the covering fire down long enough for me to get up there?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;We can try?&amp;amp;quot; Mal responds, aiming down the sights of his rifle. &amp;amp;quot;Ya think Zephyr would send me a bill if I shot one of &amp;amp;#39;em?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, eyeing one of the guards. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t think I can afford to pay for someone&amp;amp;#39;s medical...&amp;amp;quot; he adds, grinning. Hah, insurance jokes. Classic.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia turns and peers at her companion. &amp;amp;quot;Are you... Fucking... Shitting me!?&amp;amp;quot; Hisses the woman through her teeth. &amp;amp;quot;You going to play games here or do as I say, bitch?&amp;amp;quot; Armored finger snaps agaist the F3 one more time. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m honestly astonished by your inability to follow simple orders. Just hope you are a more capable shooter.&amp;amp;quot; She turns away starting at the door again. &amp;amp;quot;If you are to have any more -bright- ideas, do consult me /first/!&amp;amp;quot; Her gun is once again aimed at the door. The nearest Guard gets it. Unless of course the poor little mouse is so preoccupied with all the Fiery flames and is so helplessly in the open... In the case the shot gun goes... BLAMF! BLARGBF!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris can&amp;amp;#39;t do much else than nod with a flustered face as Parthenia rages at hir, somewhat afraid that sie will have to deal with her and not the guards. Sie is about to move to push the button to floor 3, but Parthenia is already on it. The gator instead readies hirself again to shoot once the doors outside the elevator open.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a disappointed &amp;amp;quot;Tsk&amp;amp;quot; as none of the guards seem to care about a fireball going off right above them.  &amp;amp;quot;Guess this is my chance anyway,&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as none of the guards seem to be focused on her.  She lights up in a pink aura of flames as she charges towards the group, aiming to tackle the dazzled mouse off the walkway and down to the second floor, following it down as they go.  A ten-foot drop onto its back shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t hurt it TOO badly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah turns invisible with her Vanishing nanomagic while creating three duplicates of herself with Illusion nanomagic, splitting off to distract the gunmen while she goes to the mouse. Once close up she tries to force the mouse to stand down, using her Kitsunetsuki power to try and dominate the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind. She even puts some heroic effort into getting the mouse to submit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a disappointed &amp;amp;quot;Tsk&amp;amp;quot; as none of the guards seem to care about a fireball going off right above them.  &amp;amp;quot;Guess this is my chance anyway,&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as none of the guards seem to be focused on her.  She lights up in a pink aura of flames as she charges towards the group.  She dashes past them to hit the wall, kicking off it quickly to slam into the dazzled mouse and knock it off the walkway to the second floor, following it down as they go.  A ten-foot drop onto its back shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t hurt it TOO badly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The cover fire provided by Mal and Angus proves to be enough to get Astara up to the third floor unassaulted, though the two guards that were dazzled by the light show are quick enough to recover - these guys are smart and disciplined. It&amp;amp;#39;s no wonder Zephyr relies on them in case things go down! Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s attempt to dominate the mouse will meet with some resistance, though that resistance is dampened by Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s assault and the distracting shouting from the second floor. Soon enough, the elevator rises, and makes its way to the third floor just in time for the next round of battle. Ding! One of the guards peels away to provide support fire against the pair in the elevator, and there&amp;amp;#39;s a moment where they regroup and fall back just slightly...but even then, they only seem to tighten their defenses. There&amp;amp;#39;s a bit of a sour patch, though: even at high velocity, being kicked by a six-inch pony isn&amp;amp;#39;t really enough to topple the mouse, who reacts to being kicked by turning around and grabbing Firecracker in both hands. With a savage grin, the mouse starts to twist - the pony will want to get out of there in a hurry!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus takes the opportunity caused by the chaos to take the stairs, not really in a hurry due to how crowded it is already. As he does he snaps the loading gate open, ejecting spent casings as he goes before loading the empty cylinders with fresh ones, spinning the cylinder and gently resting the hammer forward as he continues on his climb to third level, party town central.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal blinks as the Coyote takes off, but within seconds is running after him, shrugging the rifle over a shoulder as he chases after Angus. The Human eyes Angus&amp;amp;#39; revolver and hmmphs, &amp;amp;quot;I need to get one of those...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, drawing his M1911 as he goes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara arrived at a good time, it seems, based on Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s predicament; she casts her hand outwards towards the rodent, and her forest wisp immidiately goes towards it. The succubus, much more obvious and shoot-able than an ethereal ball of fire, focuses on the guards, casting a marsh wisp over them as she flies at one. She&amp;amp;#39;s certainly an imposing figure.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia knew perfectly well where the fight is. With all she shooting going down, the flames, the lights. The doors open and there isn&amp;amp;#39;t a soul right in front of them. She gets ready to stop out. &amp;amp;quot;Remember. If you don&amp;amp;#39;t see a mouse, shoot the guards. If you do. Right in the head.&amp;amp;quot; She taps her armored finger agaist the visor of her helmet, probably pointing between the eyes. With that she steps out falling to her knee, weapon raised and aimed at the guard who was so willing and ready to hold off the elevator assault. BLAMRF!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris waits for Parthenia to leave the elevator, following closely behind her. Spotting the Mental Mouse doing... something, crushing something in her hands, sie quickly aims at her head and fires. Loading a fresh round, sie starts shooting the Zephyr guards in the knees.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker grins as the mouse holds her and starts to crush and twist.  That means it has nothing to protect its face from the near point-blank solar breath that shoots out of the little fireball&amp;amp;#39;s mouth as she wrests her way out of its grip to follow up his a vicious headbutt.  That mouse is going over the railing whether it wants to or not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah quickly pulls a hypodermic needle from a pocket of her lab coat, stabbing the mouse with Paralytic Venom on a main artery to pump her full of sedative. She then becomes visible as she tries to pull firecracker away from the mouse and other&amp;amp;#39;s attacks aimed at the mouse as well, ready to use her medical expertise if need be.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the team of five guards having their attention split three different ways - two aiming at Angus and Mal, two at Zophah and Astara, and one at Parthenia and Arris - their actual ability to provide cover fire is severely curtailed. Of course, it&amp;amp;#39;s five until Parthenia and Arris open fire...and then it&amp;amp;#39;s four, one of the guards shuddering as he&amp;amp;#39;s impacted with the badly wounded body of his nearby comrade, the killshot proving ineffective but still highly damaging. In the meantime, clutching her scorched face, the mouse drops Firecracker and makes a run for it down the hall. Instantly, the four remaining guards huddle close together to guard the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s escape, needle still hanging out of hir arm; this position is becoming indefensible, and shi&amp;amp;#39;s hoping to put some distance between hirself and the fight before the venom kicks in!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus smirks a little at Mal. &amp;amp;quot;You know where Narwen&amp;amp;#39;s shop is? I supply his gear, come around there tomorrow and ask him about a custom order, I&amp;amp;#39;ll make you one.&amp;amp;quot; He answers, humming to himself just a bit as he inspects the hole in his coat, man that&amp;amp;#39;s going to suck to repair. As they get closer to the third floor he very quietly puts an arm out to slow Mal down, cocking his head at the door. &amp;amp;quot;LEtsss not go bursting through, who knows if someone with an itchy trigger finger will take pot shots right.&amp;amp;quot; He comments, holding his gun with the barrel pointing towards the cieling before he tries the door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara curses under her breath as the wounded mouse makes an escape. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to try to pursue!&amp;amp;quot; Having wings is rather helpful, and she just recorrects her trajectory to try and fly after the mouse by soaring over the heads of the re-assembling guards. Maybe giving one of them a foot or knee to the head if opportune.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Eh, I don&amp;amp;#39;t think I have any plans tomorrow...&amp;amp;quot; Mal says, smirking as he slows down, pistol at the ready. &amp;amp;quot;Agreed,&amp;amp;quot; he replies to the Coyote, ready to back him up with gunfire!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris watches as the mouse begins running out, cursing. Sie runs over to the dead guard, pulling him behind cover. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah! I&amp;amp;#39;ll take care of that mouse! Come here and revive this guard!&amp;amp;quot; Hir rifle pokes out from between the railings as sie tries to get a bodyshot on one of the guards.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Already behind the wall of guards, Firecracker launches herself after the mouse as it flees.  As she gets closer, she calls out to hir, yelling &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  Just give up already!  There&amp;amp;#39;s nobody here to protect you anymore, and if you don&amp;amp;#39;t one of those guys with a gun&amp;amp;#39;ll be in here any second.  Just lie down and you&amp;amp;#39;ll save yourself a lot of pain.&amp;amp;quot;  And if the talking doesn&amp;amp;#39;t work, well, fire usually does the trick.  It worked the last time anyway, and it&amp;amp;#39;s a simple matter to make another fireball appear in front of the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s face as shi flees.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah yells back to Arris &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll get him on the way back.&amp;amp;quot; She then uses her Illusionary Equilibrioception nanomagic on the mouse and the guards, combo with a visual illusion to make them feel like the entire world flipped upside-down. She then focuses a Mirage, appearing in front of the fleeing mouse as the real Zophah becomes invisible again, maintaining pursuit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah yells back to Arris &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll get him on the way back.&amp;amp;quot; She then uses her Illusionary Equilibrioception nanomagic on the mouse to make her feel like the entire world flipped upside-down. The combos it with a visual illusion on the guards, centering a black cloud on each of their heads. She then focuses a Mirage back on the mouse, appearing in front of her as the real Zophah becomes invisible again, maintaining pursuit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Well, on the upside, the guards are now thoroughly distracted. The downside is that they&amp;amp;#39;re distracted on two fronts, and both in rather bad ways: two of them open fire on Astara as she passes very close, both of them landing multiple hits. The other two go after Arris, one of them firing at her while the other tries to smack her in the head with the butt of his gun, her close proximity in attempting to reach the dead guard giving them a very good chance to hit. Both agents are quickly felled with non-fatal wounds, but will definitely require some medical attention before they&amp;amp;#39;re ready to continue onward. Firecracker and Zophah will meet with more success, but possibly not for the reason they intended: all of that running causes the venom to circulate through the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s bloodstream that much faster, and shi soon stumbles and goes quite still, unable to continue. Between the four of them, the guards begin to look at one another in confusion, still holding their guns but obviously uncertain...or at least, as obvious as it can be with black clouds concealing their expressions.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus gives Mal a nod, opening the door to see....a lot of chaos. His ears perk as it seems the guards seem to act more confused then deadly, gingerly walking out onto the floor while holstering the gun, clearing his throat. &amp;amp;quot;Uhh, is this a bad time? We can always come back later.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters, his gaze shifting between the few guards still upright and making sure they aren&amp;amp;#39;t going to fire as he goes over to Arris to see how badly wounded they are.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;And then the scene was paused because the system is shutting down in 5 minutes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara&amp;amp;#39;s crash landing isn&amp;amp;#39;t elegant, or pretty, or all that controlled. Even if her wings didn&amp;amp;#39;t sustain much damage, the damage to her core certainly IS a problem. She&amp;amp;#39;s still barreling towards the guards as she loses altitude, leaking blood. She at least tries to not land on her wounded side.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal slowly blinks at the scene unfolding before him. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t get paid enough for this,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters with a sigh, quickly checking his pistol, ready to fire off shots if need be. &amp;amp;quot;Sooo...how do you want to do this, Angus?&amp;amp;quot; the RSX Operative asks the Coyote, eyeing the chaos with apprehension.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Idiot...&amp;amp;quot; Growls the human. She stayed by the elevator reloading her and the lizard friend of hers instead of going out of her way to put down the mouse as she requested was going out of the way to... Get shot. This is why she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t like mutant companions. The mouse seem to have went down. Disabling her nanite buffer she walks casually by the dead guard and the other four. &amp;amp;quot;Care to assist us with securing HQ?&amp;amp;quot; Situation awareness was something she usually tried to keep in mind of course. Seeing the demon about to crash land uncomfortably close to her persona she steps back and stares blankly in front of her... Expecting... The guard and the demon to turning in to one big ball of merry making...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris ducks behind the railing again as the bullets pass by hir. Unfortunately, this is ineffective against being hit on the head with the butt of a rifle, knocking hir out next to the dead guard.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Glad you see it my way,&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she flies over to the mouse lying still on the floor... a little too still.  The pegasus flies down to hir to give her a couple pokes to see if shi reacts when she spots the needle still stuck in hir arm.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, that takes care of that then.&amp;amp;quot;  With the immediate threat taken care of, she folds her forelegs behind her head and leans up against the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s body as she waits for the others to catch up, starting to move her jaw up and down as she chews a little bit of bubblegum.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah reaches the mouse, taking measured breaths to stay focused and alert. Her biomonitoring sight pinged her for Arris falling unconsious, but Zophah can fix that later, just like everything else. She holds back Firecracker so she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t make Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s job any harder, then tries again to push the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind with kitsunetsuki and hypnotisim, urging her to reveal the plan. &amp;amp;quot;I need to know how to fix this. Tell me your plan and how to undo the damage your group has caused.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Angus and Mal hold their position, Arris and Astara continue to bleed out...but at least they&amp;amp;#39;re not getting shot. The fact that the guards step out of those black clouds and look around in confusion is a fairly solid cue as to their current state, and they holster their guns. One of them notes a dead companion, and his shout of horror can be heard throughout the lobby proper and down the hallway - that&amp;amp;#39;s a fatality, no doubt about it. The mouse does indeed prove to be unconscious, the trauma of being set ablaze and poisoned (and stumbling and hitting hir head) having done quite a number on hir; no amount of psychic probing or convincing will get any information out of this one, and hypnotism is right out. The guards appear to be a great deal more concerned about their fallen comrade than about anything Parthenia is saying at the moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus takes a look at Arris, making note of the bullet wounds. &amp;amp;quot;Nah miss, now that dust settled I thought we could all sit down have a tea party right? You look a fine upstart woman who loves her tea.&amp;amp;quot; He answers Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s comment, giving Arris a few taps on the face with his fingers, not full on slapping her yet while pulling a bottle of strong alcohol out of his pack. &amp;amp;quot;Think you could come around for a minute there so we know you aren&amp;amp;#39;t brain dead huh?&amp;amp;quot; He looks back at Mal as he asks questions. &amp;amp;quot;Well we got wounded, we got confused as hell guards, and a mouse who&amp;amp;#39;s probably downed somewhere. Pick your choices, but pick em quick. We only got two, so I&amp;amp;#39;m expecting a third blind mouse here.&amp;amp;quot; He quips, making a vague reference to some kids fairy tale or something.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara left a long smear of blood across the floor as she skidded to a halt. It&amp;amp;#39;s ten or twenty seconds until she manages to roll over onto her back, groaning in pain. The felled succubus runs a hand over her wounds, sizing them up as best she can, before getting to use her edible nanomagic to help herself out the best she can. It&amp;amp;#39;s about all she can muster.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal holsters his own gun, looking to the Coyote and nodding. &amp;amp;quot;Right,&amp;amp;quot; he says, looking around the room, face paling slightly at the sight of the wounded and fallen. &amp;amp;quot;Lemme...go find that mouse,&amp;amp;quot; he mumbles, heading off to find that Mental Mouse. &amp;amp;quot;Citizen&amp;amp;#39;s arrest! Er, Agent&amp;amp;#39;s arrest...maybe just an arrest...&amp;amp;quot; he says, trailing off.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia rolls her eyes. &amp;amp;quot;Figures...&amp;amp;quot; She says with a rolled of her eyes and a dismissive wave of her hand towards the guards before turning to Angus. Not getting where this tea offer has come from she just crinkles her nose. Coyote associate with nothing but bad smell. &amp;amp;quot;I will pass.&amp;amp;quot; The demon seem to have left a nasty blood train on the floor which she carefully stepped over. Passing the guards and wounded Parthenia stops by Zophaha and Firecracker. &amp;amp;quot;No dice huh? Seems like the only way to find out what is happening is to get to HQ. Let us not delay it any longer.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris groans, eyes still closed stirring a little as hir face is slapped. &amp;amp;quot;Ugh, yes, tea, please. Two spoons sugar...&amp;amp;quot; Sie takes the flask and begins sucking from it before hir eyes jolt open and sie spits the whiskey onto the floor. &amp;amp;quot;THIS ISN&amp;amp;#39;T TEA!!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Well this is boring.&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she resumes her leaning against the knocked-out mouse and chewing her bubblegum.  Looking over to the others rounding the corner, she gives a lazy salute as she nonchalantly blows a little bubble.  &amp;amp;quot;Just point the way and I&amp;amp;#39;m ready!&amp;amp;quot; she says with a cocky grin.  &amp;amp;quot;I came to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I&amp;amp;#39;ve got plenty of bubblegum!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Unable to get into the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind, Zophah rushes back past Parthenia to the group to heal some damage. She spreads her Fiery Feathers to regenerate wounds, noting proper triage to use Medical nanomagic on the guard that has a hole in his head first. She shows her years of medical experience in maticulously reconstructing the fatality, pulling medical supplies out of her pack for Arris and Astara&amp;amp;#39;s regenerating wounds once she is done with the first man. She shows the kind of resolve of an ER doctor, giving as much heroic effort as needed to last till the end of such a long, dangerous day.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;After getting the necessary patching up done, the four remaining guards agree to join the team. The cleansing of the building continues apace, with the team slowly gathering more and more guards the more mice they fell, gaining a greater and greater combat advantage every time they take out a ringleader. Once the mice controlling the snipers within the building are routed, the riot outside the building begins to disperse, the necessary firepower proving more than adequate to the cause. Eleven mice in total are rooted out from the innards of the building, a conspicuous omission of one being explained by the fact that the mouse holed up on the top floor with the executives is using a radio to stay in touch with...someone. Anyone with a reasonable Comprehension can figure out that these ferals weren&amp;amp;#39;t organized enough to pull off a coordinated attack on their own; someone is actively working against Zephyr, setting local ferals against them, but who? The team is called in and congratulated by the chief of operations for their efforts and asked to give their reports, but Parthenia in particular is asked to remain afterward for a quick conversation. The bull speaking to the team bears a very even, inscrutable expression.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The bull continues, pacing back and forth. &amp;amp;quot;You have been a great asset to this company, Parthenia. Your help both before and during the assault has been very valuable.&amp;amp;quot; With that, he rests a hand upon one of her shoulders. &amp;amp;quot;You are also guilty of almost a dozen counts of murder, including the guard you killed (even if they were later brought back through no effort of your own) and nearly a dozen agents you vaporized with weaponry that you could not have possibly requisitioned. Further, your casual disregard for the fatalities you caused makes you ill-suited to further service.&amp;amp;quot; His grip tightens, and he looks the woman in the eyes. &amp;amp;quot;Normally, you would spend the rest of your life in prison. However...in light of your service to Zephyr, we have opted to commute your sentence.&amp;amp;quot; The big bovine returns to his desk and offers Parthenia a sheet of paper and a pen. &amp;amp;quot;Sign this at your leisure, but before you leave this office.&amp;amp;quot; The form lists Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s offenses - murder, misuse of internal resources, property damage, and more - and appears to be a termination notice. Parthenia is being fired.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll also need that weaponry back. All of it.&amp;amp;quot;[[Category:RPLogs]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aaron: /* Log */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;=Participants=&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Aaron]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Angus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Arris]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Astara]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Firecracker]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Mal]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Parthenia]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Zophah]]&lt;br /&gt;
=Date=&lt;br /&gt;
29/11/2016&lt;br /&gt;
=Log=&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;When last we left our intrepid heroes (?), several of them were gathered in the lobby, with Angus liberating Astara from what seemed to be a glue grenade of sorts. Firecracker had taken down one of the mental mice who appeared to be controlling the guards, which had turned on the team and shot Astara, the only one to have been injured in the battle (except for the now-unconscious mouse). While Astara, Parthenia, and Angus dealt with the scenario in the lobby, a team composed of Zophah, Mal, and Arris found their way to a sniper tower where an agent reported an absence of communication from command, and Phosphorus had gone off on her own to discover another post which was sadly missing its previous occupant. All three teams were getting ready to converge on the Zephyr building once more, which is where our scene resumes. Of the team, only Zophah has broken off to join the brawl, leaving Mal and Arris to join up with the others.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus tears the last of the restraining substances from Astara, making sure she wasn&amp;amp;#39;t going to fall on him before he finishes off helping the rest of the guards. &amp;amp;quot;There, now that we&amp;amp;#39;ve taken care of that sticky situation lets see who else we can find eh?&amp;amp;quot; He asks no one in particular, drawing the revolver at his hip and putting it to half cock as he heads towards the stairs, not really waiting for an answer.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara is just about trembling with anger, and she casts a glance with narrowed eyes towards Angus... before she just sighs, hanging her head. &amp;amp;quot;Does anyone have some rope? I want to make sure that fucking bitch isn&amp;amp;#39;t going anywhere when she wakes up.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal runs along after Arris, following the Gator into the building, with a grimace on his face and his M1911 ready. The human blinks and looks around, sniffing. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, shaking his head as he looks at the other agents. &amp;amp;quot;Anyone know what&amp;amp;#39;s going on?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, adding, &amp;amp;quot;And...maybe what that smell is?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia was on her way to go check out the choppa pilot but... Something change her mind. Instead she decided to share a piece of mind with Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be much of a point in going bondage on her ass if she can just will someone to free her again. I say, blow her head off and be done with it?&amp;amp;quot; Her attention turns to Firepony. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose I could go with you... Safety is in numbers after all.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris hurriedly leads Mal back into the Zephyr building. Upon reentering the lobby, sie immediately catches a whiff of the glue bomb that went off earlier, looking over to the glue blob. &amp;amp;quot;God, what happened here? Actually, don&amp;amp;#39;t answer that.&amp;amp;quot; Sie turns to Parthenia. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, Mal, and I have found out that communications with Zephyr HQ have went down. We should go upstairs and see what&amp;amp;#39;s going on.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker blinks in surprise as her links are cut off.  &amp;amp;quot;What the heck?  That&amp;amp;#39;s not normal...&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as she turns midair to look back at the others flooding into the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Well whatever, up we go!&amp;amp;quot; she announces as Angus heads up the stairs and Parthenia expresses her willingness to follow.  She ascends straight upwards as she looks around for anything out of the ordinary, shouting over to the ones entering the building.  &amp;amp;quot;Yeah, the coyote over there blew his load all over the guards.  Quite the sticky situation,&amp;amp;quot; she says with a grin and a shrug, slowly shaking her head back and forth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Angus and Firecracker begin to make their way up the stairs, they&amp;amp;#39;ll find that they&amp;amp;#39;re being peppered by a hail of bullets from the third floor; someone is waiting for them! Judging by the uniforms, another squad of guards was alerted by the firefight and has come to offer backup, not even bothering to ask questions before opening fire on both members of the team that have gone on ahead. The good news is that Firecracker is both small enough and agile enough to evade the hail of bullets. The bad news is that Angus isn&amp;amp;#39;t quite so lucky, with one of the bullets managing to strike an unarmored area and actually inflict some damage. Cover fire is laid in the lobby in short order, though they&amp;amp;#39;re careful to avoid hitting the gooped guards who are still stuck to the floor; it&amp;amp;#39;s simply going to be difficult to get up those stairs without getting shot!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus clutches his shoulder as he takes the ground, grunting and hitting the deck as the fire starts. Which is to say he turns around, and books it to the first floor as quickly as possible to find a good place to take cover and check the wound. &amp;amp;quot;I swear, every time, EVERY fucking time some shit happens in this place I get shot.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara shakes her head in response to Parth. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m not much for killing people unneccisarily. Can just gag her and bind her eyes, shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t be able to do much then. More importantly, she might yet be useful to us in the future... somehow. Even if it&amp;amp;#39;s just for me to be able to execute some personal payback on her.&amp;amp;quot; The venom is practically dripping off of her words towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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The succubus doesn&amp;amp;#39;t have long to stay salty, however, with the scene now re-escalating. Using her wings to help give her some extra velocity, she darts for cover in the alcove of the Coffee Shop.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal backs up as shots are fired, lifting his gun to aim at the source. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit!&amp;amp;quot; he calls out, trying to pinpoint where the shooters are, and what&amp;amp;#39;s going on. Seriously, this is out of his pay range...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Hey! Why are the guards shooting at us!?&amp;amp;quot; Arris sees the guards opening fire into the lobby, firing off a few shots at them with hir railgun before running behind the central elevator for cover and shooting at the guards from there. Sie ducks behind the column again before pushing the &amp;amp;quot;call elevator&amp;amp;quot; button, reloading hir railgun and shooting again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia says, &amp;amp;quot;Of wow, really?!&amp;amp;quot; Perked up the human woman. She seemed way too excited to hear those news! If someone was smart, or tough enough to get to HQ, it could be either really good, or really bad! Either way, she simply had to go check out what is going on, find out who is behind it and most importantly, why?! To hope for the best was fooling of course, but she still did! &amp;amp;quot;C&amp;amp;#39;mon what are we waiting for? Let get going!&amp;amp;quot; She exclaimed heading for the elevator. Maybe she should take stairs? Bah, it&amp;amp;#39;ll be fine! And then comes the fire. The stink-dog gets shot, the small horse is dodging like mad and Parthenia extends her finger to push the button responsible for the elevator summoning. She tries to stay out of the sight of aggressors, with her shotgun at the ready for when the doors opens for her, ready to blow whoever might be inside all over the elevator walls. Seems like no one is asking any questions. She isn&amp;amp;#39;t going to kind enough to do so either. The kind demon who didn&amp;amp;#39;t want to put a few new fuckable holes in the mouse just got a roll of human&amp;amp;#39;s eyes.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker grins as she weaves through the hail of lead, looking up towards the presumed source of the showers.  &amp;amp;quot;Looks like the fun&amp;amp;#39;s not over yet!&amp;amp;quot; she shouts out as she darts towards the columns to get some cover as she continues to ascend.  With her speed and weaving around, she hopes to lose at least a few of the guards&amp;amp;#39; attention as she ascends towards the roof to get a better view from above.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The first floor of the Zephyr building offers ample sources of cover, but the gunfire isn&amp;amp;#39;t done. Cover fire is laid down with surprising precision; they seem to know exactly where to aim to ensure that the occupants of the lobby aren&amp;amp;#39;t going everywhere. For the moment, there&amp;amp;#39;s a lot of shouting going on, both from the guards downstairs and from whoever is up there, and between that and the constant usage of firearms? Good luck trying to hear anything. Angus and Astara will wind up in approximately the same area, safe from enemy fire, with Mal close enough to grab if needs be. Arris and Parthenia have a somewhat less tenable position by the elevator, but successfully hitting one of them is a lot more difficult...and will become even moreso if they duck into the elevator, the door opening with its ever-present quiet &amp;amp;#39;ding!&amp;amp;#39; sounds. Firecracker will discover that it is indeed a secondary team of guards opening fire on those below, along with a second mouse, this one hale and hearty and smart enough to keep the guards between hir and the petite pony.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus sighs as the gunfire continues, digging a finger into an ear. &amp;amp;quot;You know after that shit outside I think after this I&amp;amp;#39;m going to have to take a vacation.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters to no one in particular. Reaching out he grabs Mal, pulling him into cover and past him as he steps out with gun in hand, sights aimed for where the gunfire originated before firing three times to see if he can&amp;amp;#39;t get anyones attention.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara is dismayed to see there&amp;amp;#39;s a casualty already, noticing Angus&amp;amp;#39; shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Fuck, I really wish I knew some first-aid right now... how bad is it, Angus?&amp;amp;quot; And now with Mal there, she looks to him, sighing again. &amp;amp;quot;What now? I&amp;amp;#39;m afraid I&amp;amp;#39;m not much use for long distance, and while I can fly... I&amp;amp;#39;m a pretty big target.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;What,&amp;amp;quot; is the only thing out of Mal&amp;amp;#39;s mouth as the Coyote grips his arm and tugs him behind cover. The human blinks and watches Angus in confusion before poking his head out from behind the makeshift defenses, holstering the pistol in favor of the Remington 700. &amp;amp;quot;God dammit...&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia pulls the barrels of her shotgun up and steps in to the soon to be moving box. Not a second later hits the button F3. She didn&amp;amp;#39;t want to get shot at any more. Well.. At least not while firing back! Arris obviously following her in before the door close. &amp;amp;quot;So... I see you got some range on that thing.&amp;amp;quot; She nods towards the rail gun. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to take out anyone close to us, you, aim far.&amp;amp;quot; She reaches down to touch her belt. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll step out first, Got nanite buffer to take a few shots of anyone is on us.&amp;amp;quot; She lifts her gun again getting ready for the door to open. &amp;amp;quot;Oh. And if you see a mouse. Shoot the bitch and ignore the guards.&amp;amp;quot; Pausing for a moment she looked up, her lips forming a cute little &amp;amp;#39;o&amp;amp;#39;. &amp;amp;quot;I suppose if our floor is clear, take a dash to the railing and take down the assholes on the second floor.&amp;amp;quot; Ass soon as the door opens the nearest individual gets a slug from her gun.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris stays behind the column, barely able to hear the sound of the elevator opening through the gunfire. Sie steps inside the elevator, pushing the &amp;amp;quot;Floor 2&amp;amp;quot; button. &amp;amp;quot;Yup. Uh, yeah, so basically you run ahead, get shot instead of me, and I shoot you with my healing gun.&amp;amp;quot; Sie holds up hir Heal Pistol with hir left hand. &amp;amp;quot;I kinda want to go to the second floor. It&amp;amp;#39;s safer since we&amp;amp;#39;re more close to the rest of the team, going to the third floor immediately may bring surprise, but it&amp;amp;#39;s also very risky.&amp;amp;quot; Sie pushes the F2 button.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker shouts down to the guards and mouse as they fire their guns down at her allies and up at her, cape flapping behind her and shades glinting dangerously in the light.  &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  I&amp;amp;#39;d duck if I were you!&amp;amp;quot;  Right in the middle of the group of guards, in front of the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s face, a bright pink orb of light shines into existence as the air becomes dangerously hot, threatening to explode in just moments.  Several other orbs of pink light come into existence in the air around the guards as well.  They really should duck.  And when they do, Firecracker will take the opportunity to charge at the mouse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah comes running into the lobby, out of breath. She had left her drones, summons and her daughter to deal with the riots, and finally got back to Zephyr. She comms to the rest of the group &amp;amp;quot;Does anyone know where the end goal is?&amp;amp;quot; She tracks the crew she had &amp;amp;#39;marked&amp;amp;#39; with Biomonitoring Sight nanomagic, looking around their locations with Biodetection nanomagic as well. She then calls appon her phoenix dedication to shift into the iconic bird of fire, flying up the middle to try and head up the third floor. &amp;amp;quot;Firecracker would be jealous.&amp;amp;quot; She says to herself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Getting past that cover fire quickly proves to be significantly easier than it had been, what with Zophah making a very dramatic appearance and a fireball momentarily dazzling the mouse, along with several lights to make it difficult for the guards to see and distract them to no end. None of the guards actually heed Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s advice, though, and while only three of them are still firing in the wake of the fireball, one is still focused enough to keep fire down on the ground while the other two aim at Zophah - easily the larger of the targets! Mercifully, every guard still aiming forward is drawn by the much larger target, the intently focusing Firecracker briefly going unassaulted...and Zophah will narrowly dodge both bullets, though it&amp;amp;#39;s immediately obvious that staying out in the open isn&amp;amp;#39;t tenable for long. In the meantime, ding - the elevator opens on Floor 2, revealing no great scuffle of any kind. The sounds of conflict can clearly be heard above, though!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls a little as bullets still riddle the lobby, he rolls his shoulder a bit to test it before answering Astara&amp;amp;#39;s question. &amp;amp;quot;Not the first time I&amp;amp;#39;ve been shot, I&amp;amp;#39;ll be fine. Just hurts.&amp;amp;quot; He answers before turning his attention back to the third floor. Cocking the hammer back he closes one eye and takes aim before commenting to Mal with a bit of a smile. &amp;amp;quot;Hey, bet you I can hit him before you do.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara resummons her forest wisp companion, and it blazes back with renewed vigor right besides her! &amp;amp;quot;...well, they seem distracted enough.&amp;amp;quot; Her wings flap again in preparation for a use and she steps out of the alcove tenatively, laser pistol in hand. The succubus casts a look to Mal and Angus, the tiniest of smirks on her face; &amp;amp;quot;Think you two can keep the covering fire down long enough for me to get up there?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;We can try?&amp;amp;quot; Mal responds, aiming down the sights of his rifle. &amp;amp;quot;Ya think Zephyr would send me a bill if I shot one of &amp;amp;#39;em?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, eyeing one of the guards. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t think I can afford to pay for someone&amp;amp;#39;s medical...&amp;amp;quot; he adds, grinning. Hah, insurance jokes. Classic.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia turns and peers at her companion. &amp;amp;quot;Are you... Fucking... Shitting me!?&amp;amp;quot; Hisses the woman through her teeth. &amp;amp;quot;You going to play games here or do as I say, bitch?&amp;amp;quot; Armored finger snaps agaist the F3 one more time. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m honestly astonished by your inability to follow simple orders. Just hope you are a more capable shooter.&amp;amp;quot; She turns away starting at the door again. &amp;amp;quot;If you are to have any more -bright- ideas, do consult me /first/!&amp;amp;quot; Her gun is once again aimed at the door. The nearest Guard gets it. Unless of course the poor little mouse is so preoccupied with all the Fiery flames and is so helplessly in the open... In the case the shot gun goes... BLAMF! BLARGBF!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris can&amp;amp;#39;t do much else than nod with a flustered face as Parthenia rages at hir, somewhat afraid that sie will have to deal with her and not the guards. Sie is about to move to push the button to floor 3, but Parthenia is already on it. The gator instead readies hirself again to shoot once the doors outside the elevator open.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a disappointed &amp;amp;quot;Tsk&amp;amp;quot; as none of the guards seem to care about a fireball going off right above them.  &amp;amp;quot;Guess this is my chance anyway,&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as none of the guards seem to be focused on her.  She lights up in a pink aura of flames as she charges towards the group, aiming to tackle the dazzled mouse off the walkway and down to the second floor, following it down as they go.  A ten-foot drop onto its back shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t hurt it TOO badly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah turns invisible with her Vanishing nanomagic while creating three duplicates of herself with Illusion nanomagic, splitting off to distract the gunmen while she goes to the mouse. Once close up she tries to force the mouse to stand down, using her Kitsunetsuki power to try and dominate the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind. She even puts some heroic effort into getting the mouse to submit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a disappointed &amp;amp;quot;Tsk&amp;amp;quot; as none of the guards seem to care about a fireball going off right above them.  &amp;amp;quot;Guess this is my chance anyway,&amp;amp;quot; she says to herself as none of the guards seem to be focused on her.  She lights up in a pink aura of flames as she charges towards the group.  She dashes past them to hit the wall, kicking off it quickly to slam into the dazzled mouse and knock it off the walkway to the second floor, following it down as they go.  A ten-foot drop onto its back shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t hurt it TOO badly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The cover fire provided by Mal and Angus proves to be enough to get Astara up to the third floor unassaulted, though the two guards that were dazzled by the light show are quick enough to recover - these guys are smart and disciplined. It&amp;amp;#39;s no wonder Zephyr relies on them in case things go down! Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s attempt to dominate the mouse will meet with some resistance, though that resistance is dampened by Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s assault and the distracting shouting from the second floor. Soon enough, the elevator rises, and makes its way to the third floor just in time for the next round of battle. Ding! One of the guards peels away to provide support fire against the pair in the elevator, and there&amp;amp;#39;s a moment where they regroup and fall back just slightly...but even then, they only seem to tighten their defenses. There&amp;amp;#39;s a bit of a sour patch, though: even at high velocity, being kicked by a six-inch pony isn&amp;amp;#39;t really enough to topple the mouse, who reacts to being kicked by turning around and grabbing Firecracker in both hands. With a savage grin, the mouse starts to twist - the pony will want to get out of there in a hurry!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus takes the opportunity caused by the chaos to take the stairs, not really in a hurry due to how crowded it is already. As he does he snaps the loading gate open, ejecting spent casings as he goes before loading the empty cylinders with fresh ones, spinning the cylinder and gently resting the hammer forward as he continues on his climb to third level, party town central.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal blinks as the Coyote takes off, but within seconds is running after him, shrugging the rifle over a shoulder as he chases after Angus. The Human eyes Angus&amp;amp;#39; revolver and hmmphs, &amp;amp;quot;I need to get one of those...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, drawing his M1911 as he goes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara arrived at a good time, it seems, based on Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s predicament; she casts her hand outwards towards the rodent, and her forest wisp immidiately goes towards it. The succubus, much more obvious and shoot-able than an ethereal ball of fire, focuses on the guards, casting a marsh wisp over them as she flies at one. She&amp;amp;#39;s certainly an imposing figure.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia knew perfectly well where the fight is. With all she shooting going down, the flames, the lights. The doors open and there isn&amp;amp;#39;t a soul right in front of them. She gets ready to stop out. &amp;amp;quot;Remember. If you don&amp;amp;#39;t see a mouse, shoot the guards. If you do. Right in the head.&amp;amp;quot; She taps her armored finger agaist the visor of her helmet, probably pointing between the eyes. With that she steps out falling to her knee, weapon raised and aimed at the guard who was so willing and ready to hold off the elevator assault. BLAMRF!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris waits for Parthenia to leave the elevator, following closely behind her. Spotting the Mental Mouse doing... something, crushing something in her hands, sie quickly aims at her head and fires. Loading a fresh round, sie starts shooting the Zephyr guards in the knees.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker grins as the mouse holds her and starts to crush and twist.  That means it has nothing to protect its face from the near point-blank solar breath that shoots out of the little fireball&amp;amp;#39;s mouth as she wrests her way out of its grip to follow up his a vicious headbutt.  That mouse is going over the railing whether it wants to or not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah quickly pulls a hypodermic needle from a pocket of her lab coat, stabbing the mouse with Paralytic Venom on a main artery to pump her full of sedative. She then becomes visible as she tries to pull firecracker away from the mouse and other&amp;amp;#39;s attacks aimed at the mouse as well, ready to use her medical expertise if need be.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the team of five guards having their attention split three different ways - two aiming at Angus and Mal, two at Zophah and Astara, and one at Parthenia and Arris - their actual ability to provide cover fire is severely curtailed. Of course, it&amp;amp;#39;s five until Parthenia and Arris open fire...and then it&amp;amp;#39;s four, one of the guards shuddering as he&amp;amp;#39;s splattered with the brains of his nearby comrade, the killshot proving quite effective. In the meantime, clutching her scorched face, the mouse drops Firecracker and makes a run for it down the hall. Instantly, the four remaining guards huddle close together to guard the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s escape, needle still hanging out of hir arm; this position is becoming indefensible, and shi&amp;amp;#39;s hoping to put some distance between hirself and the fight before the venom kicks in!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus smirks a little at Mal. &amp;amp;quot;You know where Narwen&amp;amp;#39;s shop is? I supply his gear, come around there tomorrow and ask him about a custom order, I&amp;amp;#39;ll make you one.&amp;amp;quot; He answers, humming to himself just a bit as he inspects the hole in his coat, man that&amp;amp;#39;s going to suck to repair. As they get closer to the third floor he very quietly puts an arm out to slow Mal down, cocking his head at the door. &amp;amp;quot;LEtsss not go bursting through, who knows if someone with an itchy trigger finger will take pot shots right.&amp;amp;quot; He comments, holding his gun with the barrel pointing towards the cieling before he tries the door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara curses under her breath as the wounded mouse makes an escape. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to try to pursue!&amp;amp;quot; Having wings is rather helpful, and she just recorrects her trajectory to try and fly after the mouse by soaring over the heads of the re-assembling guards. Maybe giving one of them a foot or knee to the head if opportune.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Eh, I don&amp;amp;#39;t think I have any plans tomorrow...&amp;amp;quot; Mal says, smirking as he slows down, pistol at the ready. &amp;amp;quot;Agreed,&amp;amp;quot; he replies to the Coyote, ready to back him up with gunfire!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris watches as the mouse begins running out, cursing. Sie runs over to the dead guard, pulling him behind cover. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah! I&amp;amp;#39;ll take care of that mouse! Come here and revive this guard!&amp;amp;quot; Hir rifle pokes out from between the railings as sie tries to get a bodyshot on one of the guards.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Already behind the wall of guards, Firecracker launches herself after the mouse as it flees.  As she gets closer, she calls out to hir, yelling &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  Just give up already!  There&amp;amp;#39;s nobody here to protect you anymore, and if you don&amp;amp;#39;t one of those guys with a gun&amp;amp;#39;ll be in here any second.  Just lie down and you&amp;amp;#39;ll save yourself a lot of pain.&amp;amp;quot;  And if the talking doesn&amp;amp;#39;t work, well, fire usually does the trick.  It worked the last time anyway, and it&amp;amp;#39;s a simple matter to make another fireball appear in front of the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s face as shi flees.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah yells back to Arris &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll get him on the way back.&amp;amp;quot; She then uses her Illusionary Equilibrioception nanomagic on the mouse and the guards, combo with a visual illusion to make them feel like the entire world flipped upside-down. She then focuses a Mirage, appearing in front of the fleeing mouse as the real Zophah becomes invisible again, maintaining pursuit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah yells back to Arris &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll get him on the way back.&amp;amp;quot; She then uses her Illusionary Equilibrioception nanomagic on the mouse to make her feel like the entire world flipped upside-down. The combos it with a visual illusion on the guards, centering a black cloud on each of their heads. She then focuses a Mirage back on the mouse, appearing in front of her as the real Zophah becomes invisible again, maintaining pursuit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Well, on the upside, the guards are now thoroughly distracted. The downside is that they&amp;amp;#39;re distracted on two fronts, and both in rather bad ways: two of them open fire on Astara as she passes very close, both of them landing multiple hits. The other two go after Arris, one of them firing at her while the other tries to smack her in the head with the butt of his gun, her close proximity in attempting to reach the dead guard giving them a very good chance to hit. Both agents are quickly felled with non-fatal wounds, but will definitely require some medical attention before they&amp;amp;#39;re ready to continue onward. Firecracker and Zophah will meet with more success, but possibly not for the reason they intended: all of that running causes the venom to circulate through the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s bloodstream that much faster, and shi soon stumbles and goes quite still, unable to continue. Between the four of them, the guards begin to look at one another in confusion, still holding their guns but obviously uncertain...or at least, as obvious as it can be with black clouds concealing their expressions.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus gives Mal a nod, opening the door to see....a lot of chaos. His ears perk as it seems the guards seem to act more confused then deadly, gingerly walking out onto the floor while holstering the gun, clearing his throat. &amp;amp;quot;Uhh, is this a bad time? We can always come back later.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters, his gaze shifting between the few guards still upright and making sure they aren&amp;amp;#39;t going to fire as he goes over to Arris to see how badly wounded they are.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;And then the scene was paused because the system is shutting down in 5 minutes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara&amp;amp;#39;s crash landing isn&amp;amp;#39;t elegant, or pretty, or all that controlled. Even if her wings didn&amp;amp;#39;t sustain much damage, the damage to her core certainly IS a problem. She&amp;amp;#39;s still barreling towards the guards as she loses altitude, leaking blood. She at least tries to not land on her wounded side.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal slowly blinks at the scene unfolding before him. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t get paid enough for this,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters with a sigh, quickly checking his pistol, ready to fire off shots if need be. &amp;amp;quot;Sooo...how do you want to do this, Angus?&amp;amp;quot; the RSX Operative asks the Coyote, eyeing the chaos with apprehension.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Idiot...&amp;amp;quot; Growls the human. She stayed by the elevator reloading her and the lizard friend of hers instead of going out of her way to put down the mouse as she requested was going out of the way to... Get shot. This is why she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t like mutant companions. The mouse seem to have went down. Disabling her nanite buffer she walks casually by the dead guard and the other four. &amp;amp;quot;Care to assist us with securing HQ?&amp;amp;quot; Situation awareness was something she usually tried to keep in mind of course. Seeing the demon about to crash land uncomfortably close to her persona she steps back and stares blankly in front of her... Expecting... The guard and the demon to turning in to one big ball of merry making...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris ducks behind the railing again as the bullets pass by hir. Unfortunately, this is ineffective against being hit on the head with the butt of a rifle, knocking hir out next to the dead guard.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Glad you see it my way,&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she flies over to the mouse lying still on the floor... a little too still.  The pegasus flies down to hir to give her a couple pokes to see if shi reacts when she spots the needle still stuck in hir arm.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, that takes care of that then.&amp;amp;quot;  With the immediate threat taken care of, she folds her forelegs behind her head and leans up against the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s body as she waits for the others to catch up, starting to move her jaw up and down as she chews a little bit of bubblegum.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah reaches the mouse, taking measured breaths to stay focused and alert. Her biomonitoring sight pinged her for Arris falling unconsious, but Zophah can fix that later, just like everything else. She holds back Firecracker so she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t make Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s job any harder, then tries again to push the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind with kitsunetsuki and hypnotisim, urging her to reveal the plan. &amp;amp;quot;I need to know how to fix this. Tell me your plan and how to undo the damage your group has caused.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Angus and Mal hold their position, Arris and Astara continue to bleed out...but at least they&amp;amp;#39;re not getting shot. The fact that the guards step out of those black clouds and look around in confusion is a fairly solid cue as to their current state, and they holster their guns. One of them notes a dead companion, and his shout of horror can be heard throughout the lobby proper and down the hallway - that&amp;amp;#39;s a fatality, no doubt about it. The mouse does indeed prove to be unconscious, the trauma of being set ablaze and poisoned (and stumbling and hitting hir head) having done quite a number on hir; no amount of psychic probing or convincing will get any information out of this one, and hypnotism is right out. The guards appear to be a great deal more concerned about their fallen comrade than about anything Parthenia is saying at the moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus takes a look at Arris, making note of the bullet wounds. &amp;amp;quot;Nah miss, now that dust settled I thought we could all sit down have a tea party right? You look a fine upstart woman who loves her tea.&amp;amp;quot; He answers Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s comment, giving Arris a few taps on the face with his fingers, not full on slapping her yet while pulling a bottle of strong alcohol out of his pack. &amp;amp;quot;Think you could come around for a minute there so we know you aren&amp;amp;#39;t brain dead huh?&amp;amp;quot; He looks back at Mal as he asks questions. &amp;amp;quot;Well we got wounded, we got confused as hell guards, and a mouse who&amp;amp;#39;s probably downed somewhere. Pick your choices, but pick em quick. We only got two, so I&amp;amp;#39;m expecting a third blind mouse here.&amp;amp;quot; He quips, making a vague reference to some kids fairy tale or something.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara left a long smear of blood across the floor as she skidded to a halt. It&amp;amp;#39;s ten or twenty seconds until she manages to roll over onto her back, groaning in pain. The felled succubus runs a hand over her wounds, sizing them up as best she can, before getting to use her edible nanomagic to help herself out the best she can. It&amp;amp;#39;s about all she can muster.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal holsters his own gun, looking to the Coyote and nodding. &amp;amp;quot;Right,&amp;amp;quot; he says, looking around the room, face paling slightly at the sight of the wounded and fallen. &amp;amp;quot;Lemme...go find that mouse,&amp;amp;quot; he mumbles, heading off to find that Mental Mouse. &amp;amp;quot;Citizen&amp;amp;#39;s arrest! Er, Agent&amp;amp;#39;s arrest...maybe just an arrest...&amp;amp;quot; he says, trailing off.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia rolls her eyes. &amp;amp;quot;Figures...&amp;amp;quot; She says with a rolled of her eyes and a dismissive wave of her hand towards the guards before turning to Angus. Not getting where this tea offer has come from she just crinkles her nose. Coyote associate with nothing but bad smell. &amp;amp;quot;I will pass.&amp;amp;quot; The demon seem to have left a nasty blood train on the floor which she carefully stepped over. Passing the guards and wounded Parthenia stops by Zophaha and Firecracker. &amp;amp;quot;No dice huh? Seems like the only way to find out what is happening is to get to HQ. Let us not delay it any longer.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris groans, eyes still closed stirring a little as hir face is slapped. &amp;amp;quot;Ugh, yes, tea, please. Two spoons sugar...&amp;amp;quot; Sie takes the flask and begins sucking from it before hir eyes jolt open and sie spits the whiskey onto the floor. &amp;amp;quot;THIS ISN&amp;amp;#39;T TEA!!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Well this is boring.&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she resumes her leaning against the knocked-out mouse and chewing her bubblegum.  Looking over to the others rounding the corner, she gives a lazy salute as she nonchalantly blows a little bubble.  &amp;amp;quot;Just point the way and I&amp;amp;#39;m ready!&amp;amp;quot; she says with a cocky grin.  &amp;amp;quot;I came to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I&amp;amp;#39;ve got plenty of bubblegum!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Unable to get into the mouse&amp;amp;#39;s mind, Zophah rushes back past Parthenia to the group to heal some damage. She spreads her Fiery Feathers to regenerate wounds, noting proper triage to use Medical nanomagic on the guard that has a hole in his head first. She shows her years of medical experience in maticulously reconstructing the fatality, pulling medical supplies out of her pack for Arris and Astara&amp;amp;#39;s regenerating wounds once she is done with the first man. She shows the kind of resolve of an ER doctor, giving as much heroic effort as needed to last till the end of such a long, dangerous day.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;After getting the necessary patching up done, the four remaining guards agree to join the team. The cleansing of the building continues apace, with the team slowly gathering more and more guards the more mice they fell, gaining a greater and greater combat advantage every time they take out a ringleader. Once the mice controlling the snipers within the building are routed, the riot outside the building begins to disperse, the necessary firepower proving more than adequate to the cause. Eleven mice in total are rooted out from the innards of the building, a conspicuous omission of one being explained by the fact that the mouse holed up on the top floor with the executives is using a radio to stay in touch with...someone. Anyone with a reasonable Comprehension can figure out that these ferals weren&amp;amp;#39;t organized enough to pull off a coordinated attack on their own; someone is actively working against Zephyr, setting local ferals against them, but who? The team is called in and congratulated by the chief of operations for their efforts and asked to give their reports, but Parthenia in particular is asked to remain afterward for a quick conversation. The bull speaking to the team bears a very even, inscrutable expression.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The bull continues, pacing back and forth. &amp;amp;quot;You have been a great asset to this company, Parthenia. Your help both before and during the assault has been very valuable.&amp;amp;quot; With that, he rests a hand upon one of her shoulders. &amp;amp;quot;You are also guilty of almost a dozen counts of murder, including the guard you killed (even if they were later brought back through no effort of your own) and nearly a dozen agents you vaporized with weaponry that you could not have possibly requisitioned. Further, your casual disregard for the fatalities you caused makes you ill-suited to further service.&amp;amp;quot; His grip tightens, and he looks the woman in the eyes. &amp;amp;quot;Normally, you would spend the rest of your life in prison. However...in light of your service to Zephyr, we have opted to commute your sentence.&amp;amp;quot; The big bovine returns to his desk and offers Parthenia a sheet of paper and a pen. &amp;amp;quot;Sign this at your leisure, but before you leave this office.&amp;amp;quot; The form lists Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s offenses - murder, misuse of internal resources, property damage, and more - and appears to be a termination notice. Parthenia is being fired.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll also need that weaponry back. All of it.&amp;amp;quot;[[Category:RPLogs]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aaron: /* Log */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;=Participants=&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Aaron]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Angus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Arris]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Astara]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Firecracker]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Mal]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Parthenia]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Phosphorus]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Zophah]]&lt;br /&gt;
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20/11/2016&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Whether you came out from inside the building or fought your way to the center, one thing is clear: the scene outside of Zephyr is one of utter bedlam. It almost seems as though there&amp;amp;#39;s an all-out war going on in the streets, with the so-called &amp;amp;quot;safe area&amp;amp;quot; completely overrun with skunk beasts and latex foxes, and blue gryphons circling overhead. Something must have gone seriously wrong, and it&amp;amp;#39;s immediately apparent what: the normal sniper fire that would keep the ferals at bay is a tiny fraction of what it should be, less than a tenth, and it simply isn&amp;amp;#39;t enough. Agents of all stripe (literally, in case of the skunk girls) are fighting tooth, claw, and everything else to fend off the attackers, but the question remains: where are the snipers who keep us safe? Where are the answers we so badly need, and who&amp;amp;#39;s responsible for this?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris rushes out into the panic, sniper rifle in hands and railgun slung over hir shoulder. &amp;amp;quot;Holy hell, what&amp;amp;#39;s going on?&amp;amp;quot; Sie loads a chamber into hir rifle, then waves back to a fox lady behind hir. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah! Stay close to me!&amp;amp;quot; Arris then looks down hir scope, scouting the battlefield for the most burly-looking feral and opening fire.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara looked completely unamused as she walks briskly towards Z&amp;amp;#39;s entrance, shoving ferals aside, and occasionally delivering a swift kick with one of her high-heeled boots to particularly agressive mutants. The demoness has a laser pistol in one hand, but she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t bother using unless the formerly mentioned methods aren&amp;amp;#39;t quite getting the message across to the feral hordes. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker dashes out of the building to the sounds of fighting everywhere.  Her normal cheery smile turns into a cocky grin as she looks around.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, time to be a hero!&amp;amp;quot; she says to nobody in particular as she puts on her cape and shades, eyes glimmering with fire.  Looking up to the air, she decides it&amp;amp;#39;s time to ground some birds.  Her whole body is enveloped with a pink aura of flames as she shoots off into the skies, looking to clear them out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus pauses a bit in his tracks on his way to Zepyhr has he manages to walk in on a...riot, revolution, or did someone run out of their favorite strawberry smoothie? Either way this would be a hamper on his day, reaching up to the cigarette he was puffing to throw it off some where. Reaching down he swings around the old Bren gun a friend had given him, reaching into a pocket at his belt to pull out a magazine to slap into the well at the top of the gun, drawing the bolt back. &amp;amp;quot;I really hope this is just black friday and Zeyphr&amp;amp;#39;s having a sale on condoms.&amp;amp;quot; He mutters as he braces the gun against his hip, taking note of the Demoness pushing her way through part of the crowd as he tries to follow in her wake with his finger on the trigger guard. Sparks popping in the air around him with the smell of ozone to follow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A RSX operative runs from around the corner of the building, most likely having just gotten off the &amp;amp;#39;copter, his eyes wide. &amp;amp;quot;What the shit?!&amp;amp;quot; Mal calls out, shrugging off his Remington 700 and aiming at the first feral he can see, firing off a shot. &amp;amp;quot;Seriously, you don&amp;amp;#39;t see ferals overrunning RSX, do you...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, pulling the bolt back and lining up another shot.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus slips out from around the other side of the building, dressed in dark, shadowy clothing with her assault rifle at the ready. There&amp;amp;#39;s little to no point expending precious ammunition in the middle of this battlefield, &amp;amp;#39;specially when this mission is off to do something completely different. She tips a friendly nod to those she knows, those she doesn&amp;amp;#39;t, and tips a casual pull of the trigger into a hostile that got too close. &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s get this damned thing done.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia says, &amp;amp;quot;I always knew this would happen!&amp;amp;quot; Grumbled the armored human as she was leaving the building. Many others seemed to be rushing out as well to provide help. Fully equipped she was lugging a gun... No rather a canon no normal human should be able to lift. Armored suite was supported by an exoskeleton giving her the necessary boost in strength additional battery strapped to the back, backpack style. Taking a few steps away from the door, she whistled at the Firecracker. Pony got some fire in her! Explains the name! Planting her feet in to more stable position she flicked the switch on her weapon. Joint of her armor locking up, low humming nose getting louder by the second as her weapon charges up.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah reaches the meet point behind Arris with her dragon daughter, Dios, covering behind with Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s two drones, her companion wisp, and her spirit bear. She yells &amp;amp;quot;Everyone accounted for?!&amp;amp;quot; before taking a quick look around, directing her drones and spirit bear to guard the door to Zephyr. She then stands next to her mate, Arris, when an angry Dios engulfs a few nearby ferals in Shadow Breath.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;While the violence occuring outside the building is a compelling sight, several things become immediately obvious once an attempt is made to quell the riot: 1) There are already dozens of agents doing the same thing. 2) The near-total absence of sniper fire and guards is a major detriment to the agents&amp;amp;#39; efforts. 3) As much as people are needed outside the building to fend off the assault, the other agents are holding their ground for the time being; you can certainly focus your efforts here if you choose to, but getting to the root of this problem might be a good idea. Firecracker will swiftly find herself surrounded and horribly outnumbered in the skies, flying off alone as she has. The gryphons circling her don&amp;amp;#39;t appear to be intimidated, possibly due to the sheer number of them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris watches a gryphon take off into the sky through hir scope, pulling hir eye away from the lens to quietly judge whether it&amp;amp;#39;s worth it to try and help out Firecracker. &amp;amp;quot;Hmm. Eh, no point in saving someone who&amp;amp;#39;s practically done for right now,&amp;amp;quot; sie mutters, before returning hir focus back to the ground. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, if you need any healing, come to me, alright?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara keeps pushing forward until she&amp;amp;#39;s at the door, slipping past the line of defense of the dozens of agents out front. She catches the human agent&amp;amp;#39;s grumblings, stopping to look down to him... and rolling her eyes. &amp;amp;quot;You don&amp;amp;#39;t /usually/ see ferals overrunning Zephyr...&amp;amp;quot; she looks back to the disarray behind her, sighing loudly and shaking her head. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to go ask someone what the fuck is going on here, try and get to the bottom of this mess.&amp;amp;quot; Without further pause, she jogs inside to see if anyone is still at the reception area of the lobby. Maybe they could point the way to something helpful?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Tch... Why aren&amp;amp;#39;t those snipers doing their jobs?!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says to herself as she fights in the air.  &amp;amp;quot;Damnit!  There&amp;amp;#39;s just too many up here right now...  As much as I hate to do this, guess I gotta fall back.&amp;amp;quot;  She strikes an intimidating pose with her forelegs crossed in front off her, giving an air of extreme confidence as she shouts, &amp;amp;quot;If you wanna die, go ahead and follow me!&amp;amp;quot;  She then goes to drop from the skies and head towards her allies near the front door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls, adjusting his rifle as he picks it up and rests it over his shoulder. Quietly tip-toeing past snapping ferals, trigger happy agents, and whatever else could be going wrong here while ignoring the fact most of them could pass as extras in some half backed Halloween porno before he finally gets to the small gathering behind the agents, hoping his outfit isn&amp;amp;#39;t to covered in blood. &amp;amp;quot;Ya so, what&amp;amp;#39;s with the mob? Baked goods half off?&amp;amp;quot; He asks, already looking around to see why Zeyphr hasn&amp;amp;#39;t called in the big guns yet as his ears perk up, the scent of blood making him a little riled up and ready for a fight. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Well, let&amp;amp;#39;s go find out why this is an exception,&amp;amp;quot; the Human mutters, shrugging his rifle back onto his shoulder. He looks around the chaotic scene, and shakes his head at Angus. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t know, I just hopped off the helicopter. It was hell; there were gryphons everywhere,&amp;amp;quot; he says, adding, &amp;amp;quot;But we need to figure out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on, and fast. I don&amp;amp;#39;t think we&amp;amp;#39;re gonna hold &amp;amp;#39;em off forever.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Aye. Let&amp;amp;#39;s try to do our jobs. As we see, the snipers aren&amp;amp;#39;t by their posts, so I&amp;amp;#39;d recommend going to check those out. And their immediate area. People&amp;amp;#39;re welcome to come with -- I&amp;amp;#39;d recommend someone else trying to find out whose in charge and ask them, too.&amp;amp;quot; Phosphorus takes out at a casual walk towards one of the aforementioned posts, eyeing the panic with a hint of amusement.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia probably would have been screaming something like &amp;amp;#39;I&amp;amp;#39;ma firing mah lazor!&amp;amp;#39; is she was shooting her load from her mouth. And... If it looked anything like, well, laser... Once the charge up is complete her canon discharges itself in to the biggest pile of rioting mutants. A pile she deemed to have the least amount of friendly casualties... The canon shot could only have been compared to the sound of crackling electricity, sharp and sudden, with an abrupt end to it. However there must have been more than just energy in that discharge as the recoil sent the armor human sliding back. Her boots screeching against the asphalt sending sparks flying. A heat wave surrounding the blast is immense and Parthenia herself must be boiling in her suit. Firing that thing it probably almost as deadly for the one using it as those it hits. The blast was aimed down the street, damaging surrounding buildings was not part of the plan. The plan was to turn the street in to the giant bowling alley! With her canon being a bowling ball and the shredded, splattered, smoldering ferals as pins.  Weeding out the number of mutants attacking was the main priority for now.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah redirects the drones and her wisp to cover any arial assults while waiting for a response from Zephyr, using the spirit bear as mobile cover. &amp;amp;quot;I won&amp;amp;#39;t need any healing, I&amp;amp;#39;ve got Phoenix in my blood right now.&amp;amp;quot; Zophah states, creating a Mirage stacked with her daughter&amp;amp;#39;s Mirage to drive back some more random ferals. &amp;amp;quot;Once we find a mental mouse, I have skills to determine if they are responsible.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara will indeed be greeted by guards, but perhaps not in the way she intends. &amp;amp;quot;Hands where I can see them!&amp;amp;quot; one of them shouts. The lobby has been cleared of friendly agents, with about half a dozen guards and one Mental Mouse as the only occupant. &amp;amp;quot;P-please, she&amp;amp;#39;s going to hurt me - you have to protect me, get her out of here!&amp;amp;quot; cries the rodent in a fairly compelling tone that would convince many that she&amp;amp;#39;s telling the truth and Astara is a dangerous criminal! Outside, the scene is continued savagery: bites, flame attacks, sprays, and lord-only-knows what else is being used to keep the assault at bay. Unfortunately, the problem is an extension of what it always was: there&amp;amp;#39;s a limited supply of agents and a seemingly unlimited supply of ferals, and for every agent that joins the fight, countless more opponents do the same. Phosphorus will quickly find that if she wants to make it out to a sniper post, she&amp;amp;#39;s going to have to fight her way to it, past multiple opponents (and allies). And then Parthenia shoots her load...on the upside, quite a number of ferals are down for the count. On the downside, firing into melee means that several allied agents have suffered the same fate. Oh lord, there&amp;amp;#39;s going to be hell to pay, and paperwork for miles.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The gryphons that surrounded Firecracker do seem afraid, but it doesn&amp;amp;#39;t seem like they were giving chase in the first place. They go right back to their aerial assault against the building&amp;amp;#39;s rooftop.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris sees the red panda with the sniper rifle, giving her a nod before focusing on the ferals that are attempting to approach her. Sie keeps most of them down before they can get to Phosphorus, though sie does get startled by the sudden death cannon going off a few meters away from her, ceasing fire temporarily. &amp;amp;quot;Hey! Don&amp;amp;#39;t shoot that... whatever that thing is.&amp;amp;quot; Sie shakes hir fist angrily at Parthenia. &amp;amp;quot;You&amp;amp;#39;re helping us as much as you are hindering us!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara blinks a few times, narrowing her eyes on the scheming little mental mouse before her. &amp;amp;quot;Come now, boys, you&amp;amp;#39;re going to fall for something like that? I thought Zephyr trained their guards better... to be prepared against ANY mutant enemies. Even the ones that manipulate more than bite or fuck: much like this manipulative mental mouse here. I&amp;amp;#39;ve never even SEEN her before, but I&amp;amp;#39;ve studied mutations enough to know about her ilk and their ways.&amp;amp;quot; She casts a glance back to the ones behind her, an annoyed one, at that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Guys, I&amp;amp;#39;m bringing the party to you!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says as she rockets in to a sharp stop by the other agents at the door.  She quickly spins around to see the swarms of... nothing following her.  She blinks a couple times then relaxes as she says, &amp;amp;quot;Oh, guess I&amp;amp;#39;m just as scary as I thought, heh.&amp;amp;quot;  She looks around at those around on the ground, deciding she&amp;amp;#39;ll team up with whoever&amp;amp;#39;s checking on the sniper situation, seeing that it&amp;amp;#39;ll be easy for her to get to the roof.  &amp;amp;quot;So, who&amp;amp;#39;s checking on those guys who&amp;amp;#39;re s&amp;amp;#39;posed to be keeping the skies clear?  I&amp;amp;#39;m with you!&amp;amp;quot;  She flies off to join the appropriate team member shortly thereafter.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus was about to ask another question of the party before what amounts to a bomb goes off in his poor ears, both of them folding as he nearly drops his gun. &amp;amp;quot;Sweet mother of coyote, what!?&amp;amp;quot; He snaps, already digging an finger in his ear to try and stop the ringing, that was worse then one of his own bombs when it came to deafening someone! He blinks, utterly confused as to what just managed to nearly deafen him as he decides it may be best to stay with the rest of the group near the building, as he would have to rely on his eyes and nose for the time.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal looks around again, nodding. &amp;amp;quot;Right, right. Let&amp;amp;#39;s go find out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on,&amp;amp;quot; he says, utterly clueless. He grits his teeth at the loud noise, shaking his head and eyeing the scene before following along behind Phosphorus. &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;amp;#39;t hear anything!&amp;amp;quot; he calls out, clutching an ear and grimacing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;DUUUCK!&amp;amp;quot; Yells the armored human belatedly. Her blast already carved a chasm of smoking corpses down the street! The sight was... Beautiful! Flesh burnt clean from bones, some of the skunk beasts seem to have evaporated out of existents completely, some agents no doubt have too. Well it happens sometimes. And Zephyr will understand that this sacrifice must have been made! For if they haven&amp;amp;#39;t giving their life defending the building the damages would have been so much more expensive to repair. Really, who cares about a few agent&amp;amp;#39;s lives where your mega corporation could save a few creds. No one! Well... Aside from their families perhaps. Parthenia&amp;amp;#39;s smirk quickly vanishes the second she sees the corpse-chasm filling up with more rioting bests. The joints on her armor unlock, a sure sign that the weapon will not be fired again. She pulls the strap from her shoulder letting the batter drop from her back on the floor. Drained and useless. The situation was much worse then she originally thought. Perhaps defending this place was a bad idea? Not like she had anyone important to her inside the building. They guy who pays of course was a person she thought about but the rest? Maybe Mike can help her out here. Or... &amp;amp;quot;Seems like I&amp;amp;#39;m all out of ammo! I did all I could! You got this guys!&amp;amp;quot; She yelled to the gathering. The fact that she still had a shotgun and a pistol hanging of off her persona didn&amp;amp;#39;t seem to meter much. No ammo means no ammo! With the &amp;amp;#39;Death canon&amp;amp;#39; in tow she waddles back inside. &amp;amp;quot;Reloading!&amp;amp;quot; She informed the guard while budging her way through a few mutants who decided to go seek shelter it seems.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah keeps her drones and summons covering Arris and Dios. With illusion nanomagic she creates a small replica of the city, small dots lining the &amp;amp;#39;safe zone&amp;amp;#39; labeled for Zephyr sniper nests. She speaks loud enough over the fight for those in the immediate area to hear her say &amp;amp;quot;Check the sniper nests for the missing gunners. Here is a layout of possible locations. I&amp;amp;#39;m going to the south. Arris, can you come with me?&amp;amp;quot; Once everyone gets a look at the map she then brings her crew together to fight her way south.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The complaint from Astara is met with a more forceful, &amp;amp;quot;Hands in the air, get out of here, now!&amp;amp;quot; by one of the guards. Weapons are cocked (and cocks are weaponized in some cases), and it looks very much like Astara is about to be the subject of quite a bit of gunfire...and then Parthenia bursts through the door! The good news is that she does indeed get the guard&amp;amp;#39;s attention. The bad news is that this means that about half of the guards are now targeting Astara, and half of them are targeting Parthenia! &amp;amp;quot;You are in violation of Zephyr space! Turn back! This is your final warning!&amp;amp;quot; barks one of the higher-ups in the guard team, while the mouse in the background offers a smug smirk now that the attention of the guards is focused elsewhere. Phosphorus and Mal will quickly find themselves embroiled in endless brawling, making painfully slow progress toward one of the towers...except that Mal will quickly realize that he&amp;amp;#39;s just not equipped to wade through a crowd this size, getting banged about and bruised quite a bit before being repelled back toward the building. In the meantime, while Zophah, Angus, Firecracker, and Arris decide what to do (with Zophah asking for volunteer, Firecracker looking for a group that does not yet exist, and Angus and Arris holding their position), the structure of the group seems to be breaking...and with it, the safety that comes with numbers.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris nods at Zophah, providing a few more rounds of cover fire for Phosphorus before slinging the sniper rifle over hir back. As sie walks over to Zophah, sie starts pulling out the nanite railgun instead. &amp;amp;quot;Alright, Zophah. Where are we going to go?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara holsters her pistol, and raises her hands up in the air, just as ordered... but that doesn&amp;amp;#39;t mean she&amp;amp;#39;s complacent. Oh no, she&amp;amp;#39;s up to something, as the guard who was barking out orders at her finds out when Parthy bursts through the door. He&amp;amp;#39;s engulfed by the forest wisp Astara just summoned, confusing him to no small degree as the ethereal fireball makes him vulnerable and distracted... probably some of the other guards, too. She draws out her pistol once again, and makes a beeline to charge at one of the guards to attempt to body-slam him, while she takes aim at the other focused on her with that newly reactivated pistol.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s ear flicks at the sounds of fighting going on inside as she was about to head in.  She charges in more urgently as a result, shouting out &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  We&amp;amp;#39;re all supposed to be on the same side in here!  Knock it off!&amp;amp;quot;  She gives the people a few seconds to indeed knock it off, and if they don&amp;amp;#39;t, the most hostile-looking one is getting a hoof in the mouth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus lets out a pent up sigh of relief as his hearing finally starts to come back, that was way to much of a scare for him. Looking over the situation his ears perk, his focus on the mob for a bit as he judges the situation for a few more seconds. Reaching over he taps Zophah on the shoulder, pointing towards Mal as he gets battered around. &amp;amp;quot;To much of a shit storm here to split up more, mind getting skinny over there and seeing if you can&amp;amp;#39;t group up with the panda? Doesn&amp;amp;#39;t matter what nest you check out they&amp;amp;#39;ll have clear lines of sight on the others if they are smart.&amp;amp;quot; Reaching into his pack he pulls out what looks to be a Silver canister, putting it in their hands. &amp;amp;quot;This is tear gas, not some little pop and forget shit. If you have to use it for fucks sake stay up wind, cover your mouth and nose and close your eyes.&amp;amp;quot; He makes sure to hold his grip on it long enough that they would have to focus on him. &amp;amp;quot;This ain&amp;amp;#39;t hollywood, don&amp;amp;#39;t drop it and expect you&amp;amp;#39;re going to be fine. This shit puts people in the hospital.&amp;amp;quot; With that said he stands up to look at where the nests could be before he hears fighting, his scowl deepening as he reaches into his coat, another of those silver canisters in hand as he storms off to the lobby.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal kicks a feral away as he scrambles his way back to the wall, leaning against it and muttering obscenities under his breath as he shrugs off his bolt-action rifle. &amp;amp;quot;Oh, good, I can hear the screaming again...&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, slipping a round into a chamber as he looks around, blinking at the charring across the way. He shakes his head and looks to the group. &amp;amp;quot;What&amp;amp;#39;s the plan?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, breathing heavily as he looks between the mash-up of mutants and chaos. &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;amp;#39;t get through the crowd,&amp;amp;quot; he adds, looking at the canister for a moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Heh. Nobody followed. Phosphorus makes her way towards the abandoned post, rifle ready, occasionally spitting out metered shots when enemies get too close for comfort. She slips onto the latter, deftly climbing up to where the snipers normally stand, looking around for clues. The panda keeps an ear open and alert, making sure nothing&amp;amp;#39;ll sneak up on her, but hopefully the investigation yields results.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Wh-what the \fuck\ are you talking about you /piece/ of -shit-?&amp;amp;quot; Yells the human. &amp;amp;quot;I /AM/ a mother fucking Zephyr space! Agent Parthenia Kairis, badge number 36811! I need to reload my weapons!&amp;amp;quot; The leviathan of a gun is let go, it drops down on the floor with a heavy cling. And than that happens... And by that, I mean Astara. The situation was getting more and more retarded by the second. On one hand the guards seem to have been way too worked up, and not at all outside helping to hold the front line... Which of course could have been helpful. And on the other hand we&amp;amp;#39;ve had a mutant going bat-shit-insane inside the building... First reaction would naturally be to pull a gun on the Pack leader... Second... She didn&amp;amp;#39;t have time for a second reaction! Her hand reaches down to pull her shotgun. &amp;amp;quot;No shit Sherlock! Get that demon!&amp;amp;quot; Parthenia yells to the flying in Firecraker, her hand points at Astara. Nope, she didn&amp;amp;#39;t see the mental mouse yet! All focus on the guards and the demon.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah greatfully takes the canister from Angus, then &amp;amp;#39;marks&amp;amp;#39; Arris, Mal, Angus and her own daughter Dios with Biomonitoring Sight nanomagic. &amp;amp;quot;Come with me if you want to live!&amp;amp;quot; She yells as she grabs Mal&amp;amp;#39;s hand, hoping to bring him along on her mission. Fighting her way through the ferals she explains to everyone her plan: &amp;amp;quot;If the sniper nests are falling to some unknown force, I think we need to head off whatever is taking them down.&amp;amp;quot; She then directs her crew as they progress, taking advantage of everyone&amp;amp;#39;s strengths and weaknesses to cover the team as they systematically approach the target location.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Ratta-tatta-tat! Not the pokemon, but the behavior. At the sign of violence, four of the guards open fire on the agents entering the building, with the other two still seeming too groggy to take any sort of action. The good news is that most of the team is either too quick or too well-armored to take any further damage. The bad news is that the mouse in the back sees that the situation is going south, and starts making a beeline for the stairs heading upward! &amp;amp;quot;Save me! They&amp;amp;#39;re dangerous!&amp;amp;quot; she pleads one last time, obviously addressing the guards. Phosphorus will find that even with her skill level, weaving her way through the crowds of brawlers will be slow going - she&amp;amp;#39;s beginning to near one of the nests, though, with patient effort and care. The team of Zophah, Mal, and Arris (and Zophah&amp;amp;#39;s daughter) will have somewhat more success, though care must be taken not to let Mal fall behind. The sniper tower does appear to be manned, and the sniper - an eagle-eyed fellow who is a literal eagle - seems relieved as hell. He doesn&amp;amp;#39;t appear to have any idea what&amp;amp;#39;s going on, but there&amp;amp;#39;s been little communication from the main building, and his station is almost overrun! With that explanation, he goes right back to firing, taking shots of opportunity where he can.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris speaks to the eagle sniper. &amp;amp;quot;I think it&amp;amp;#39;s best you give your comm unit to the fox woman there, sir. My wife is at least a little proficient with technology. Do you know &amp;amp;quot; Sie then puts away the railgun again in favour of the sniper rifle, aiming out of the tower with the sniper and starting to shoot down ferals from there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara was dismayed as the rodent starts slipping away; she tries firing after her, but doesn&amp;amp;#39;t start outright running yet, still trying to recover from tackling the guard like she did. Not that she did all that much damage to him... which she tries to rectify by at least trying to disarm him. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Now I see you&amp;amp;#39;re picking the hard way!&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker shouts as she weaves through the spray of bullets, charging through the air like the little pink fireball she is.  &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s see if I can get a strike!&amp;amp;quot;  She roars as she brightens the pink aura and flames surrounding her.  She dashes through the air towards the group of guards, making to charge straight through them and into the mouse before it can get anywhere.  To make the job easier, she ignites the air in front of the mouse, creating a small explosion 2 cubic inches large a short distance in front of her face.  If the force of the explosion doesn&amp;amp;#39;t stop it in it&amp;amp;#39;s tracks, the surprise should at least do the trick.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus blinks for a moment before his armor catches a few rounds, Coyote&amp;amp;#39;s crack that hurts! Snarling a bit he dumps the grenade back in the bag, pulling out a bright yellow aresol can instead that he shakes for a few seconds. &amp;amp;quot;God damn just stand down!&amp;amp;quot; He snaps as he points it towards the guards, and sadly the people he&amp;amp;#39;s been working with before he lets loose a spray of incredibly fowl smelling yellow liquid that would harden almost instantly upon impact, making sure to spread it around any threat within view as he notices the mouse. His next priority as he starts heading towards that way, drawing the revolver at his hip with a cock back of the hammer. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The Human blinks as Zophah grabs his hand and runs. &amp;amp;quot;What?!&amp;amp;quot; he says, running along to keep up with the team, firing the occasional shot into any feral that gets too close. Mal huffs as they make it into the sniper tower, and leans against the wall, keeping an eye out for ferals and firing off warning shots. Eh, they don&amp;amp;#39;t need those knees anyway... &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;amp;quot;Need any help?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, holding up his Remington during a lull of feral attacks.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus growls. Navigating through this damn crowd is much slower than she would&amp;amp;#39;ve liked, especially being separated from the others. Thankfully, she&amp;amp;#39;s making much better time alone than with dragging a bunch of others along, but still. Her plan to search whatever remains is intact. When she gets there.&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia was so totally ignorant about everything that was happening. She had absolutely no clue why was everyone so worked up about some poor mouse yelling in the back there, chasing after her like a swarm of rabid dogs plowing through poor guards. Guards who were fucking retarded enough to open friendly fire! No-no she wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t have any of that and as soon as the first bullet was sent in her direction she repaid in kind aiming at the nearest of her co-workers in zephyr uniform. As the weapon went off, it struck her... This mouse was no ordinary mouse. It was a whole spectrum or rainbow of differences from other mice! Without any deleay she moved with the rest.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah directs her drones to cover Arris and the sniper while her wisp covers arial attacks and her spirit bear covers the main entrance to the building. She then helps Mal with catching his breath, giving some of her nanites to him for nanite recovery. &amp;amp;quot;Judging from your reactions you aren&amp;amp;#39;t used to... all this.&amp;amp;quot; She then waves her hand nonchalantly. &amp;amp;quot;Just stick by me and we&amp;amp;#39;ll all be fine.&amp;amp;quot; Once Mal recovers a bit she checks in with everyone in the group before watching out for whatever could have attacked the other sniper nests.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The explosion in front of the mouse has the desired effect...probably? Instead of simply stopping, the mouse squeaks, lurches backwards, and goes tumbling down the stairs...right into Firecracker&amp;amp;#39;s charge! That, combined with the gunshot from Astara, is enough to do more than stop the mouse: shi&amp;amp;#39;s out like a light! Also SPLAT. The entire lobby is covered in a coating of rancid-smelling glue-like substance, doing a fine job of sticking all six guards (and Astara) securely to the floor; had Parthenia charged forward, she would surely have been pinned as well! That&amp;amp;#39;s gonna take some serious work to clean up. Arris gets a look from the eagle guy, who flatly states, &amp;amp;quot;That&amp;amp;#39;s a negative. I have two things up here - my rifle and my comm unit - and I&amp;amp;#39;m not about to surrender either. Thanks for the assist, though.&amp;amp;quot; Arris will score some good shots - Mal somewhat less so - and the team effort will produce a spot with less ferals around it, at least around the immediate area surrounding the tower. It&amp;amp;#39;s...helpful? At least there&amp;amp;#39;s plenty of ammo.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Phosphorus, in the meantime, will finally reach her goal! ...and quite possibly wish she hadn&amp;amp;#39;t. There&amp;amp;#39;s no sign of a person, but there&amp;amp;#39;s signs of bits of a person, and copious amounts of blood in the tower; this place was clearly overrun, and the sniper stationed here was no match for the onslaught. A sniper rifle lays discarded on the ground - what use would a feral have for it? - and soon enough, Phosphorus will find herself alone with her thoughts. For the moment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Something clicks into Arris&amp;amp;#39; head. &amp;amp;quot;Wait. Broken comm unit...&amp;amp;quot; Sie slaps hirself on the head, pulling out hir own comm unit and trying to get a message to Zephyr, but with no reply. &amp;amp;quot;Oh, I guess it&amp;amp;#39;s not a problem with the comm unit then, but a problem at HQ.&amp;amp;quot; Sie pulls hir rifle from the opening, turning to Zophah as well. &amp;amp;quot;Zophah, Mal, I think we should head back to the main building and check the comm system or something. Are you staying here, sir?&amp;amp;quot; Sie turns back to the sniper.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;What the f-&amp;amp;quot; is about all that Astara gets out before she wisens up and closes her mouth, avoiding getting a mouthful of whatever gods-forsaken substance encases her, cutting her off from the world. There&amp;amp;#39;s muffled, angry &amp;amp;quot;Mmmph!&amp;amp;quot;s and copious amounts of profanity, but she&amp;amp;#39;s unable to do stuff for the time being.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Firecracker hovers in the air as she looks down at the knocked out mouse, then turns to see the sticky ball of guards plus agent.  Then over to the other two in the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Well, I stopped it at least.  Now, questioning or head on up and figure out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on with the guns upstairs?&amp;amp;quot; she asks Parthenia and Angus nonchalantly now that the fighting has stopped.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls, waving a hand in front of his nose. &amp;amp;quot;Shit, smells worse then she warned me.&amp;amp;quot; Definitly going to have to inform Tova rancid egg smell is not a consumer fan, but for now he walks over to where the mouse is out. Holsting the gun quickly he pulls out some rope to tie up their new mousey friend, an after thought making him tear off a strip of cloth from his under shirt to tie over the mouses eyes before he stands up. &amp;amp;quot;Check comms, see if there is anyone still sane around here.&amp;amp;quot; He answers Firecracker, fishing out a cigarette since it seems no guards are going to be able to stop him from lighting it before walking over to Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Give me oneee second, I think she gave me the solvent for this.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Used to, what? Ferals overrunning professional guards?&amp;amp;quot; Mal asks with a glare, &amp;amp;quot;No. No I am not. I&amp;amp;#39;m not used to wading through a crowd, putting bullets in nuts. I haven&amp;amp;#39;t been to a Black Friday sale in 8 years,&amp;amp;quot; he adds, grinning after a moment. JOKES! &amp;amp;quot;Ahh, good times.&amp;amp;quot; The Human blinks and looks at Arris. &amp;amp;quot;Seriously?&amp;amp;quot; He groans and looks out at the mob. &amp;amp;quot;Right, right. Figures that&amp;amp;#39;s how it works,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, slipping a new magazine into his M1911. &amp;amp;quot;So, how are we doing this?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, holstering the gun and picking up his Remington 700.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Damn. Not sure what she expected, but certainly she hoped there&amp;amp;#39;d be something more useful. Phosphorus takes the loaded cartridge out of the sniper rifle left behind, giving it a quick shove into her bag. The panda shakes her head, beginning to descend the latter. May as well regroup with the others, then.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia raises a brow. Typical mutants even their weapons stink like shit. Walking over to one of the stuck guards she leans over him... Her... It... Whatever. Offering him a backhand to test if the creature is back to its sane state yet, or... Trying to snap it out of it if he isn&amp;amp;#39;t. Her hand then reaches down to grab the guard by the hair... Fur... Whatever. &amp;amp;quot;Hey! Snap out of it!&amp;amp;quot; She offers another backhand, the armored glove probably doesn&amp;amp;#39;t feel too nice... But hey! They are guards, they should be used to abuse by now. &amp;amp;quot;Are you with me soldier? Do you know what is happening?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah observes the situation and finds that the sniper nests weren&amp;amp;#39;t the problem. &amp;amp;quot;If only I saw it sooner!&amp;amp;quot; She yells to herself, pulling out her comm unit. She then tries to contact the other members of the group to ask &amp;amp;quot;How is the situation inside Zephyr HQ? The snipers aren&amp;amp;#39;t getting contact with the main building.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The sniper nods his head to Arris, quick and smart. &amp;amp;quot;I have a job to do. I&amp;amp;#39;ll do mine, you do yours.&amp;amp;quot; With that, he&amp;amp;#39;s back to picking off ferals wherever he can find his targets, leaving the team to its own devices. &amp;amp;quot;Radio me when you can, will you?&amp;amp;quot; Just the one request, it seems. As Angus discusses the options for liberating Astara, one of the guards speaks up. &amp;amp;quot;Um...Angus? How did we get on the ground?&amp;amp;quot; he asks. &amp;amp;quot;And what the hell is that smell? God, it smells like an Excremental ate too many beans!&amp;amp;quot; And then, the backhand. &amp;amp;quot;OW!&amp;amp;quot; The other guards murmur sounds of assent; it certainly sounds like they&amp;amp;#39;re behaving like their old selves again. Zophah will find that there&amp;amp;#39;s nothing wrong with her comm unit, or honestly, the comm units of anyone present...there simply isn&amp;amp;#39;t any response from HQ if prompted.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris begins exiting the sniper tower, opening hir comm unit and activating voice message for Astara. &amp;amp;quot;Hey, the HQ isn&amp;amp;#39;t responding. Could you go up and find out what&amp;amp;#39;s going on in there? Thanks.&amp;amp;quot; Sie closes the channel, then pages Phosphorus: &amp;amp;quot;Phosphorus, it&amp;amp;#39;s Arris. Uh, what did you find in that tower?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Astara was a very, very unhappy camper, all petrified in this shell of glue. But not much else she can do at this point - but boy, is she going to do /something/ when she&amp;amp;#39;s free. Hell hath no fury like an angry succubus.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Yeah fine, I&amp;amp;#39;ll do that while you clean up your mess here.&amp;amp;quot;  Firecracker says to Angus as she listens in on the comms.  &amp;amp;quot;Anyone still sane around here?&amp;amp;quot; she asks through her unit.  As she waits for a response, she calls over to the human in the room.  &amp;amp;quot;Hey!  Cannon lady!  I like your style!  Let&amp;amp;#39;s head on up to see what&amp;amp;#39;s going on.&amp;amp;quot;  She points to the stairs upwards as she starts going.  &amp;amp;quot;Oh and I&amp;amp;#39;m Firecracker by the way, and this should help us a bit.&amp;amp;quot;  She says over her shoulder.  As she moves, she links her vision to Angus, allowing him to see everything she does and at the same time takes his vision into her own.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Angus scowls a little as he swears he can almost hear muffled curses, and see a glare from Astara as he takes out a smaller spray canister. &amp;amp;quot;Look, not the time or place to get angry. So I&amp;amp;#39;ll say this once, you move at all while this is working you&amp;amp;#39;re going to lose hair.&amp;amp;quot; As soon as Firecracker links their vision his eyes go wide in shock and surprise for a moment, not because of the link was new to him but because ther WAS a link before he gets back to his work. His hand only shaking a little bit as he starts spraying down people. &amp;amp;quot;Barry? That you? Hey man, welcome back. The Crazy armored chick with the big gun hit all of you with this shit smelling stuff, you should really get her back for that.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The Coyote then frowns, a flinching just a little as his new vision is cut off from Firecracker, wondering if something went wrong.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Mal grumbles and follows along behind the Gator, popping a new round into the Remington and locking. &amp;amp;quot;Then let&amp;amp;#39;s go. I&amp;amp;#39;ve got shit that needs doing,&amp;amp;quot; he mutters, patting an inside pocket of his trench coat and nodding as he slips the rifle over a shoulder and drawing his M1911. &amp;amp;quot;Gonna need a free hand,&amp;amp;quot; he murmurs, before looking to the team. &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s move.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;Tower clear. Signs of personnel fatality.&amp;amp;quot; Phosphorus says, into the comm. She&amp;amp;#39;s navigating through the crowd and to the doors, again, this time speeding things up a little by shooting ferals that happen to get into her way. You know. Just to speed things up.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Parthenia peers at the guard... Blinks... She is clearly holding him by the hair/beard/whiskers/ears whatever is sticking out the most on his head, and yet the fool is staring off in to the distance. Speaking of some... Beef? Yup he was lost. Gone... The brain is friend and now probably was badly shaken by the backhands. Alas. The woman stand back up, dusts herself off and goes off to make sure Mike the choppa pilot is alright! &amp;amp;quot;Uh... Yes, sure I&amp;amp;#39;ll catch up to you in a moment.&amp;amp;quot; She said waving her hand dismissively to the flying horse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zophah sighs before gathering everyone up. &amp;amp;quot;Ok, back to HQ now. Everyone rested for the trip back?&amp;amp;quot; Once everyone is accounted for, she gives the sniper a last &amp;amp;quot;Good luck.&amp;amp;quot; before leading everyone out the building. She displays the same combat leadership on the way back to the Zephyr building, though hopefully the ferals have thinned out since they came out there.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The attempt to create a sensory linkup with Angus is effective! ...for all of about three seconds. For reasons possibly known to Angus and most unlikely to be known to anyone else, the link backfires in short order, leaving Firecracker with a &amp;amp;#39;loose end&amp;amp;#39; of sorts to draw back. As Angus starts spraying folks with solvent - not enough for Astara and the whole guard contingent, maybe enough for her and one or two guards at most - Barry blinks at Angus in confusion. &amp;amp;quot;The same one who hit me?&amp;amp;quot; he asks, before shooting Parthenia a glare. &amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll be having a talk later.&amp;amp;quot; he assures her. It&amp;amp;#39;s going to be roughly the same amount of time fighting back to the building as it took to get to the sniper post, with the group of Arris-Mal-Zophah-daughter making the voyage much more quickly than Phosphorus alone. The battle continues to rage outside as the group tries to reconvene, with at least the lobby comparatively secured (albeit very, very sticky). It&amp;amp;#39;s a start![[Category:RPLogs]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Aaron</name></author>
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		<title>How To Be A Judge - RPLOG</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aaron: Editing a sexy mav, and the reactions to it, out of the log. Whoops!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;=Participants=&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Aaron]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Arris]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Ectios]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Joannah]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Lilac]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Razana]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Silver-fang]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Sroath]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Vath]]&lt;br /&gt;
=Date=&lt;br /&gt;
29/9/2016&lt;br /&gt;
=Log=&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron walks out from behind the fountain, looking at the gathered class. &amp;amp;quot;Everyone take a seat, there should be plenty of mats for all. And yes, this scene is OOCly IC. I&amp;amp;#39;m not going to use the OOC command for literally every pose; trust me, I&amp;amp;#39;ll be doing plenty of typing as it is. Besides, the fact that you&amp;amp;#39;re here means you&amp;amp;#39;re working on self-improvement, and I have absolutely no problem with you being rewarded for that.&amp;amp;quot; Bringing an easel with her, she leaves it sitting for the moment with a large ream of paper, the front of which reads, &amp;amp;quot;JUDGING 101: Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Just F-ing Do It Already&amp;amp;quot;.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron continues, &amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;re walking into this right away, folks. The pose you just saw was pre-typed before the class began, as is this one. This is a useful tool for anyone wanting to judge scenes; while you&amp;amp;#39;re not going to be able to go too far out (as player behavior will dictate much of what you do), having an introductory pose or two typed out in advance will help you set the scene without disruption. Now, a bit of background info: I expect this class to run for a little while. Feel free to ask questions, but please try to keep idle chatter to a minimum or in pages; I do have to work tonight, after all.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Thus ends the pre-typed portion of our class tonight. Now, do we have any preliminary questions?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Razana wanders over to make an attempt to push herself onto Lilac&amp;amp;#39;s lap, ten looks towards Aaron and shakes her head.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;ll give people a minute to type.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath i&amp;amp;#39;ve got lots of questions, but i&amp;amp;#39;m guessing most will end up being covered. so i&amp;amp;#39;ll wait until the end.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron smiles. &amp;amp;quot;Okay, great. Let&amp;amp;#39;s get started, then.&amp;amp;quot; Pulling aside the first sheet of paper, she reveals the next one: &amp;amp;quot;STEP 1: BECOMING A JUDGE&amp;amp;quot;. Looking out to her audience, she inquires, &amp;amp;quot;All right. How many people in this room are part of this class because they&amp;amp;#39;re not yet judges, but hope to be? Show of hands.&amp;amp;quot; That said, she waits patiently for any replies.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath puts up a hand immediately.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah takes a seat, relaxing in it, the feline taking a good look around the gathered masses and gives Ectios a small wave. &amp;amp;quot;Well, I don&amp;amp;#39;t have any questions as of yet, but I&amp;amp;#39;ve very much interested in hearing what you have to say on the subject. I had some thoughts about becoming a Judge in the past and with my own Manor now constructed, I have a bit more time on my hands so running a Judged scene seems to be interesting.&amp;amp;quot; Hearing the second part of Aaron&amp;amp;#39;s speech, she raises her hand as well.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Ectios lifts a long arm into the air.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Silver-fang alluringly purrs, &amp;amp;quot;Maybe...... What&amp;amp;#39;s a Judge?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath blinks.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris raises a hand.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron nods. &amp;amp;quot;Well, since we have at least one person who says yes - and also for the sake of posterity, remember that this will be posted to the wiki for later reference - I&amp;amp;#39;ll cover the material.&amp;amp;quot; Turning to Silver-fang, she points at hir. &amp;amp;quot;Good question. A judge is someone authorized by staff on a formal level to run canon scenes, given tools not accessible to the average player to do so, and potentially rewarded for the activity. It does NOT represent an obligation to run scenes. That said, it&amp;amp;#39;s a privilege, not a right, and judge status can be taken away if it&amp;amp;#39;s abused.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron draws in a deep breath. &amp;amp;quot;Now, brace yourself. Becoming a judge is suuuuuuuper-complicated.&amp;amp;quot; Words begin to appear on the paper as if by magic as she speaks! NANITES! &amp;amp;quot;Step one, put in a +request stating that you want to be a judge (or speak to a handy wiz). Step two, wait. Step three, judge status!&amp;amp;quot; Grinning a bit, she notes, &amp;amp;quot;That&amp;amp;#39;s right! That&amp;amp;#39;s all it takes. If you&amp;amp;#39;re not horrible and you want to be a judge, it&amp;amp;#39;s pretty much a done deal. That&amp;amp;#39;s how I got MY judge status, some years back.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Ectios then lowers his hand before moving to stand next to his mistress. Though the setting would most likely not require him to fulfill any of his butler services.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;That said...Vath, does that about cover it? Anything else they need to know?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath darkly emanates, &amp;amp;quot;what should such a request be filed under?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vath tips his hat in greeting as he appears near the podium, giving a bow in greeting before listing off a few things about judging.  &amp;amp;quot;First and formost? If you aren&amp;amp;#39;t certain it fits into cannon? Please contact a staffer, we are more then happy to help talk about the ideas, in fact I am almost exclusively just sitting around waiting for people to poke me about lore since it is my job.&amp;amp;quot; Giving a bit of a smile.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Lilac nods in agreement. &amp;amp;quot;Angus is also another great contact to have. I&amp;amp;#39;ve had a couple of my scenes vetted by him. I just gave him a rundown of my &amp;amp;#39;script&amp;amp;#39; for the scene and he helped me tighten up the lore on some of the concepts I had written down.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah nods her head. &amp;amp;quot;And of course being a decent writer with a good grasp of the English language and having a fairly decent amount of RP experience would probably not a bad thing.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Miranai/Miorna has also been a great help in that regard. Between the two of them, at least one is usually around.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Ectios retrieves a small notepad from an inside pocket of his tailcoat, and after a pen is removed from the binding he begins to scribble a few notes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah interjects, &amp;amp;quot;And we have the new Lore staffer, Neant as well.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Now, Vath. Specifically, is there anything else they need to know about how to become a judge? It&amp;amp;#39;s been some time since I became one, things might have changed.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;including which topic the request should be filed under?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;d say the request should be filed under &amp;amp;#39;Judge&amp;amp;#39;.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;... i&amp;amp;#39;ve never noticed that option. my apologies.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vath tries to think of a few things off the top of his head. &amp;amp;quot;A good grasp of the lore is a great step in the right direction, Now to make it clear having the title of judge does not mean you have to churn out scenes by yourself all the time. Sometimes staff think up scenes that they themselves either don&amp;amp;#39;t have the time to do or have something preventing them from running them, and are more then happy to provide them to judges willing to give them a shot.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron chuckles. &amp;amp;quot;It&amp;amp;#39;s fine. Why would you? You&amp;amp;#39;ve never been a judge before.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah softly purrs, &amp;amp;quot;And several Staff members have player alts that are Judges as well.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron nods. &amp;amp;quot;That&amp;amp;#39;s true. Now then, so that the log doesn&amp;amp;#39;t get too scattered, I&amp;amp;#39;m going to call for silence until Vath tells us he&amp;amp;#39;s done.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vath steps down from the podium. &amp;amp;quot;I don&amp;amp;#39;t really have anything else to add, I&amp;amp;#39;ll leave the floor to you Aaron.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron nods. &amp;amp;quot;Okay! So! Moving on. Different topics will be delineated by a three-line spoof, so brace yourselves for a little bit of spam.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron moves on to the next sheet of paper, which simply has the letters &amp;amp;#39;PJ&amp;amp;#39; on it. &amp;amp;quot;Moving on to the Player Judge command, or &amp;amp;#39;pj&amp;amp;#39; for short. Typing &amp;amp;#39;pj&amp;amp;#39; on an empty line once you&amp;amp;#39;re a judge will bring up the command. It&amp;amp;#39;s got lots of useful abilities for judges, and even a low-level judge can use most of them! In order, a judge can: reward players with (XP -or- XP and loot -or- planar charge), disable OOC chat, reward players with a buff, advance global research, give social influence, give tokens, and give people credit for playing up a flaw!&amp;amp;quot; Tapping her foot, she adds, &amp;amp;quot;Sorta considering using the &amp;amp;#39;turn OOC off&amp;amp;#39; command right now.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron gestures as more words appear. &amp;amp;quot;When you are a judge, players can vote for you at the end of a scene (and will be reminded to do so when you pass out rewards). Getting enough votes causes your judge level to increase, in addition to providing tasty tasty mako! Judges of level 3 can boot a rowdy player from the scene. Judges of level 4 can create a temporary PVP room. Judges of level 5 can impregnate a player with an infection. Judges of level 6 can set an &amp;amp;#39;environment&amp;amp;#39; condition in the room they&amp;amp;#39;re in. Some of these you may never use, and some of them are great boons! (I&amp;amp;#39;m only judge level 3, so Wily had to set up this room for me. Thanks, Wily!)&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Finally, you can &amp;amp;#39;pj #off&amp;amp;#39; to turn off being a judge, and &amp;amp;#39;pj #on&amp;amp;#39; to turn on being a judge again. There&amp;amp;#39;s also &amp;amp;#39;gojdg&amp;amp;#39; to go to JUDGE status - generally intended to be used only if you&amp;amp;#39;re actively judging a scene, please. Now, I think Vath had something to add?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vath gives a nod. &amp;amp;quot;On the note of the PJ, there is also the command that only staff can use called PJ Bless, the basic way it works is a way for a staffer to say that they like the idea of what you are doing, and want to show their support, it increases the mako gain of the judge vote it might have other benefits but they haven&amp;amp;#39;t crossed my mind. Keep in mind we don&amp;amp;#39;t give those out willy nilly, but that is another reason why it&amp;amp;#39;s always good to talk with a staffer about your ideas, if we wish to show our support? we can!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron didn&amp;amp;#39;t mention pj #bless mostly because only staffers can use it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;But yeah, feel free to talk scenes over with staffers. If they give you their blessing, it might be in the literal sense! And it might not, but hey, those extra boons are always welcome. Just don&amp;amp;#39;t expect them ALL the time.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Any questions?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah raises her hand again. &amp;amp;quot;What is a Staffer doesn&amp;amp;#39;t like your idea?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris raises a hand. &amp;amp;quot;Wait, what&amp;amp;#39;s an environment condition?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;If the staffer doesn&amp;amp;#39;t like your idea, ask why! I&amp;amp;#39;m sure they&amp;amp;#39;ll be happy to tell you. Maybe they know or have thought of something you didn&amp;amp;#39;t? Discourse is a fantastic tool for a judge.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;An environment condition is something like heat, cold, water, etc.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Ectios continues to scribble on his notepad, only looking up to convey his lack of questions.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vath nods. &amp;amp;quot;Indeed, if we have some issues with a scene we are more then happy to sit down and work out kinks in the idea, either helping to smooth out problems or help put together an idea that has the same goal that works within the bounds of cannon.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Razana looks up from where she&amp;amp;#39;s perched on Lilac&amp;amp;#39;s lap &amp;amp;quot;Do those conditions have any mechanical effect?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;so, if a judge wanted to do a scene, and they got their idea all ready etc, but hasn&amp;amp;#39;t talked it over with a staffer, what sort of limitations would it need to work within? obviously, it still has to fit lore and such. but, would it need to only involve certain npcs, etc? or is it pretty much rule of thumb to run all scenes by a staff member before carrying them out?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Mostly the conditions help to offer flavor. I know some abilities work differently in certain conditions, but we&amp;amp;#39;ll get to that.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;We&amp;amp;#39;ll cover that as we go on, Sroath. And no, absolutely not! I&amp;amp;#39;ve run plenty of scenes without running them past a staffer first.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;That&amp;amp;#39;s another thing I want to emphasize. Staffers are a great tool for RP and info for them, but you absolutely don&amp;amp;#39;t have to run an idea past them to run an official scene; I&amp;amp;#39;ve done plenty of them without so much as a word to a member of staff. So long as you obey the rules, you&amp;amp;#39;re golden!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah softly purrs, &amp;amp;quot;And if a Staff member decides to watch in and doesn&amp;amp;#39;t agree with the scene as it is, being currently in progress?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;and guessing, as long as it isn&amp;amp;#39;t something big, like, impact the game big. like that 6 hour rp we had not to long ago.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;those would need to get a staff nod beforehand i&amp;amp;#39;d presume.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;If a staffer wants to watch your scene, great! That means you have an extra resource on-hand you probably weren&amp;amp;#39;t expecting. And again, if they see a problem with the scene, ask why! If you&amp;amp;#39;re doing it wrong, wouldn&amp;amp;#39;t you want to know?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Actually, Sroath, no. Even big important scenes can be run without staff approval, so long as you&amp;amp;#39;re doing it right!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Any further questions?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;oh&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;i remember the other question i had now.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Go for it!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;so, i&amp;amp;#39;d assume it is but, would it be allowed to call in another judge, or staffer with higher privs to help if you didn&amp;amp;#39;t have the necessary judge level for a command that would help with the scene?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Absolutely. Any tools you need to do the scene you want to do are at your disposal whenever available!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;and how would you make sure they&amp;amp;#39;re credited for their help if they were called in?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m afraid that &amp;amp;#39;credit&amp;amp;#39; would only be given in the form of kudos and appreciation. But do that!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Mostly, if a high-level judge has the privileges to do what you need them to do, they&amp;amp;#39;ll be happy to lend a hand without expectation of recompense.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Okay! I think it&amp;amp;#39;s time we move on to the next topic.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron tosses the sheet aside to reveal another sheet of paper, simply reading, &amp;amp;quot;WHAT DO?&amp;amp;quot;. Pacing before the audience, she begins, &amp;amp;quot;Some of you are probably wondering, &amp;amp;#39;Okay, that&amp;amp;#39;s all well and good, but WHAT do I run?&amp;amp;#39; There are several possibilities. First of all, in case you never have, type &amp;amp;#39;research&amp;amp;#39; alone on an empty line. Each of the projects you see is a research project that can alter the scope of the game! Each project also has a percentage on the &amp;amp;#39;item&amp;amp;#39; column. If you see a percentage that isn&amp;amp;#39;t 100%, that project needs some items to complete. And that&amp;amp;#39;s where you come in!&amp;amp;quot; Pointing a finger at a random person, she adds, &amp;amp;quot;Some items can simply be crafted and contributed to research, but some can only be obtained via RP. Your RP!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron moves on. &amp;amp;quot;So, if you want to, you can run RP scenes with the idea in mind of sending your players out on a quest for the items. Maybe they&amp;amp;#39;re breaking into an old greenhouse to retrieve some plant samples. Maybe they&amp;amp;#39;re going fishing in a nearby creek for a particular breed of fish. Maybe they&amp;amp;#39;re surveying the city to help set up some new boundaries. The sky&amp;amp;#39;s the limit! Just keep in mind a few key facts:&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah leans back when she gets pointed out and raises her hand again. &amp;amp;quot;I have read through the various Research things a while ago. Do they all succeed? Because that Extradimensional Generator Research, it doesn&amp;amp;#39;t really sound to me like something that would actually be Lore friendly and should be completed at all.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;First, the scene should fit some sort of logic. If you&amp;amp;#39;re going into an underground complex in search of a data file, you&amp;amp;#39;re not going to get the Pink Fluffy Unicorntaur Statue that you need. If you&amp;amp;#39;re going underwater to find marine life, there probably won&amp;amp;#39;t be lots of birds there. If your scenes don&amp;amp;#39;t make sense, your players will lose a sense of agency.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;I actually have that topic planned for later coverage, Joannah, but good question.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Second, you&amp;amp;#39;ll be logging the scene and submitting it to the wiki so that staff can review it; if they decide that your scene warrants the items, they&amp;amp;#39;ll be added directly by staff. If your scene doesn&amp;amp;#39;t make any sense, or if you have a flimsy justification for getting what you want, you might not get them at all!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Finally, keep in mind that - while research is a great way to find things to do and advance the state of the game - you&amp;amp;#39;re absolutely allowed to run scenes that have nothing to do with research. Do anything you want to do! Just make sure that the scene isn&amp;amp;#39;t gathering for tea or casual conversation; not every scene needs to be judged.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;In fact, to quote &amp;amp;#39;help rp/judge/rewards, you should NOT be giving a reward for (or judging) general chit-chat, sex, or fighting/grinding for XP. So that&amp;amp;#39;s not just a good idea, it&amp;amp;#39;s the law!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;(That&amp;amp;#39;s also a great help file to keep on tap, though I recommend sunglasses. Bold white text, ow!)&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Okay! Let&amp;amp;#39;s move on to the next topic. This was actually further down the list (yes, I have a list), but it&amp;amp;#39;s come up now, so let&amp;amp;#39;s cover it now.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron shuffles a different sheet of paper to the front: this one reads &amp;amp;quot;CONSEQUENCES&amp;amp;quot; in big red text, and has little flames drawn at the bottom. &amp;amp;quot;Let&amp;amp;#39;s talk about consequences for player actions. First, it&amp;amp;#39;s important that your players have a sense of agency. That means that they know that the decisions they make matter; if you lead them along by the nose, it becomes more of a story being told TO them than BY them, and they start to lose interest.&amp;amp;quot; A short cough follows. &amp;amp;quot;mightbealittleguiltyofthatmyself&amp;amp;quot; she murmurs. &amp;amp;quot;Anyway! We live, we learn, we improve. Now, does this mean you should let players run roughshod all over your scene? Not at all! But it does mean that you need to make sure that the players know that they matter. In that vein, I want to cover two important topics.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron continues, &amp;amp;quot;First, the Rule of Cool. I can tell you that Nuku swears by - and sometimes at - the Rule of Cool. Now, what does it mean? It basically means that, unless your players are trying to do something especially difficult, it&amp;amp;#39;s okay to simply let them do it. Trying to pry open a rusted-shut door? Make &amp;amp;#39;em roll, if you want. Doing so with the help of a kaiju? Just let it happen! You don&amp;amp;#39;t need to test for everything. And sometimes, if something a player is trying to do is just plain awesome? Let them! This is supposed to be fun, after all, and everybody wants a bit of the spotlight. Just don&amp;amp;#39;t let one player hog said spotlight, and you should be good to go! (So long as you aren&amp;amp;#39;t violating canon. Remember, if it&amp;amp;#39;s impossible, it doesn&amp;amp;#39;t matter how awesome it is!)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Another thing I want to cover is the darker side of consequences: failure. In truth, one of my most recent scenes failed: one of the players whipped out a flamethrower in the middle of a forested area and started blasting everything in sight, and the team had to evacuate and abandon their mission. It&amp;amp;#39;s okay for players to fail sometimes! I&amp;amp;#39;m going to say that again, this time in all caps, because this is a hard lesson to learn: IT&amp;amp;#39;S OKAY FOR PLAYERS TO FAIL SOMETIMES. If they&amp;amp;#39;ve royally screwed up, or just somehow made the mission impossible to complete, it&amp;amp;#39;s okay to call it off and try again next time. Just make sure that it&amp;amp;#39;s because of something the players did! If you call failure at random, or because you&amp;amp;#39;re tired, or because of circumstances beyond the players&amp;amp;#39; control, your players are going to feel like they&amp;amp;#39;ve been shafted (and rightly so!).&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Razana pipes up &amp;amp;quot;what about &amp;amp;quot;Divine intervention&amp;amp;quot; or similar things for the purposes of making sure someone doesnt get killed as the scene fails?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;One more note: Agency works both ways. If your players do something, it should have a result. Did a player do something especially intelligent or clever? Let the world reward them for it! Did a player say something stupid to a NPC or screw up somehow? Let the world punish them! Everything from careful surveys paying off in terms of loot, to alienating a NPC on a permanent basis. The only major thing I want to warn you about is DEATH. Yes, it is possible for players to die in a canon scene, even in the bubble. If that happens, THE PLAYER IS EXPECTED TO +RETIRE THEIR CHARACTER. I urge you to use this sparingly, and with as much warning as possible: someone should have to do something supremely stupid and ignore all warnings if they&amp;amp;#39;re going to die, because the consequences are so steep!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Razana...if we have God reach down, snatch the character out of danger, and tap them on the nose and say &amp;amp;quot;no no&amp;amp;quot;, that breaks immersion. It&amp;amp;#39;s VERY hard to die in the bubble (somewhat less so outside), and the judge should be giving the player some indication that they&amp;amp;#39;re headed down that dark path beforehand, but if someone is too dumb to live, well...&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris raises a hand. &amp;amp;quot;What can kill a character inside the bubble?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron hmms. &amp;amp;quot;When it comes to what can kill a character in the bubble, I&amp;amp;#39;d like to defer to Vath, who had something to say anyway. Vath?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Please note: fire is one of those things. You can burn to death. :P&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vath puts on a bit of the soap box hat. &amp;amp;quot;There are a few ways of potentially dying yes, which involve outright just flat out murder. Few bullets to the chest? Ya you&amp;amp;#39;ll be hurt but you&amp;amp;#39;ll get back up. Trying to hug a bunch of C4 while screaming I&amp;amp;#39;m the juggernaut? I hope they write that on your grave. I&amp;amp;#39;d also like to share a personal story of how the rule of cool can be taken to far by a player who has never been in a scene judged by a staffer. A few years back I was judging a scene that involved aquiring an item for the nanite sealant device, in the scene itself I had a player not only decided that flying and landing on top of a building gutted and rotting out was a good idea, he then tried to take complete and utter control from my hands down to the detail of the building itself and how they were able to turn it into a crater with just a sneeze. I&amp;amp;#39;m not saying that players always get out of hand, but in some situations you have to make it clear that you&amp;amp;#39;re they are the actors, you are the story, they push forward the plot why you apply the resistance of the conflict.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron nods her agreement. &amp;amp;quot;Well, since that came up, we can move on the next, related topic...unless anyone has questions?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron gives a minute for people to type.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Actually, since the topic Vath just brought up will be part of a larger arc, I&amp;amp;#39;m going to begin with that arc instead.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron removes the paper in front, and behind it is one that says, &amp;amp;quot;ADVERTISEMENT!&amp;amp;quot; and is somehow decorated in glitter and shinies. &amp;amp;quot;So, you&amp;amp;#39;ve decided on the scene you want to run. Now you need to get the word out! But how do you do that in a way that isn&amp;amp;#39;t spammy and obnoxious?&amp;amp;quot; As she speaks, more words appear on the paper. Such obedient nanites! &amp;amp;quot;One way is the RP channel. &amp;amp;#39;rp #on&amp;amp;#39;, if you like. All players have the ability to read that channel, and it defaults to the &amp;amp;#39;on&amp;amp;#39; state, meaning that almost every player in the game will be able to see what you post there...but if you&amp;amp;#39;re not a judge, you&amp;amp;#39;ll find that you don&amp;amp;#39;t have permission. Once you ARE a judge, you can use that channel to post notifications of upcoming RPs! I strongly recommend that such notifications include a brief breakdown of what prospective players can expect to see, along with a planned time and date for said RP. I also recommend starting to post at least two days in advance, preferably more. (I broke this one a little bit for this class, but I was just plain out of time; had I posted earlier, I bet we&amp;amp;#39;d have even more people here!)&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron adds, &amp;amp;quot;As useful as the RP channel is, it&amp;amp;#39;s not your only resource; you can use pubchat to advertise as well, spead the news by word-of-mouth, and even used the Desired Scenes section of the bboard if you want to! Just keep in mind that if you spam your scene notifications, people will start to get sick of it and of your scene before it even starts; I usually recommend no more than 2-3 notifications per day until the day of your scene, then one an hour or two beforehand, then a final one when your scene is about to start.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron grins. &amp;amp;quot;PROTIP: Trying to have at least one of your notifications during the projected time (but not date) of your scene means that you&amp;amp;#39;re more likely to reach players who will be interested!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron frowns a little bit and begins to pace. &amp;amp;quot;Unfortunately, I virtually guarantee that - during this process - you&amp;amp;#39;ll find yourself faced with the inevitable complaint of &amp;amp;#39;but I can&amp;amp;#39;t be there for that scene&amp;amp;#39;.&amp;amp;quot; Looking out into the audience, she firmly states, &amp;amp;quot;That complaint is UNAVOIDABLE. No matter when you start your scene - no matter when! - you will have some people that can&amp;amp;#39;t make it. You can&amp;amp;#39;t please everyone, but you CAN run yourself ragged trying. The most important person for the scene to be convenient for?&amp;amp;quot; The word &amp;amp;quot;YOU&amp;amp;quot; shows up in big red letters on the paper. &amp;amp;quot;If the scene&amp;amp;#39;s time frame doesn&amp;amp;#39;t work for you, it doesn&amp;amp;#39;t matter how many other people it&amp;amp;#39;s convenient for. Make plans that fit into your schedule; some people will show up, some won&amp;amp;#39;t. Some will complain, and that is not your fault.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron notes, &amp;amp;quot;One of my goals in running this class is to get more judges running more scenes; with luck, the available time frames will expand with more judges doing things!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Now, any questions?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron gives it a minute or two.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath shakes his head.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron chuckles. &amp;amp;quot;Everybody still awake out there? We&amp;amp;#39;re about halfway done, maybe a little more.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vath quietly sips his refreshment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron brings out the punch and pie. Surprise! You&amp;amp;#39;re getting fed, too!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah shakes her head. &amp;amp;quot;Not any questions about this.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath slaps himself just to make sure he&amp;amp;#39;s still awake.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Silver-fang alluringly purrs, &amp;amp;quot;ZZZzzzz&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron stares at Silver-fang, who just repeatedly says the letter Z.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Okay! So. Now that we&amp;amp;#39;ve established that there are no more questions at the moment, let&amp;amp;#39;s move on.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron moves the next sheet of paper to the fore, revealing the tiny word &amp;amp;#39;scene&amp;amp;#39; and the great big word &amp;amp;#39;SIZE&amp;amp;#39;. &amp;amp;quot;So, you&amp;amp;#39;re advertising your new scene. But how many people do you want in your scene? Are you prepared to manage half of the game? Probably not, being a new judge.&amp;amp;quot; Taking a sip of punch, she then continues, &amp;amp;quot;I want everyone who&amp;amp;#39;s unfamiliar to type &amp;amp;#39;whospe&amp;amp;#39;, or &amp;amp;#39;ws&amp;amp;#39; for short. Once you&amp;amp;#39;ve done so, count the people who are awake; I see 11 at the moment. As I&amp;amp;#39;m the judge, I don&amp;amp;#39;t count myself, so let&amp;amp;#39;s say there are ten people here. One of the most common ways to run a scene is to have pose order - and dear God, YOU WILL WANT A POSE ORDER - to be &amp;amp;#39;reverse whospe&amp;amp;#39;. Meaning that the person at the bottom poses, then the next person up, then the next person up, and so on until you reach the top and restart.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris:raises a hand. &amp;amp;quot;Reverse whospe is just the best order, I suppose? In the few judged rps I&amp;amp;#39;ve been in it was reverse whospe every time.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron whips out a calculator. &amp;amp;quot;Now, let&amp;amp;#39;s assume that every person takes five minutes to pose.&amp;amp;quot; she explains, typing on the calculator&amp;amp;#39;s buttons. &amp;amp;quot;Multiply that by ten people...&amp;amp;quot; Revealing the calculator with the number &amp;amp;quot;50&amp;amp;quot; on it to the audience, she states, &amp;amp;quot;You have 50 minutes per round of poses. Unless you&amp;amp;#39;re willing to make this your full-time job, that probably means six to seven rounds of roleplay tops, and that&amp;amp;#39;s not enough to get anything done. This is why - in general - I recommend a scene size of no less than &amp;amp;lt;3&amp;amp;gt; players, and no more than &amp;amp;lt;8&amp;amp;gt;. I consider the ideal to be 6, but that&amp;amp;#39;s what works for me; you might feel differently over time.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;I find reverse whospe to be what works for me, as - especially since I&amp;amp;#39;m the judge - I&amp;amp;#39;ll be at the bottom, making for an easy scenepose. But do what works for you!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron adds, &amp;amp;quot;Keep in mind that a judged scene must have a minimum of two players, not counting the judge themselves. Keep in mind that most people who talk about hosting immense scenes with dozens of players speak of it in the same tone as someone who&amp;amp;#39;s been in a war.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath nods.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;One of the things I strongly recommend is to set out the rules to your players before the scene begins. I use two: one, if your pose comes around and you&amp;amp;#39;re 15m or more idle, you will be skipped; I will assume that your character is doing nothing of importance. Two - and this is one I strongly, STRONGLY recommend - players should be taking the time between their turns to type out their preliminary poses. Ideally, your players will have at least a basic idea of what their plans are, even while others are posing. If they do this, they can then go back and make the necessary edits to their poses when their turn arrives, which is way faster than typing the whole thing up on the fly. In scenes where players cooperate with this idea, I find that the speed of the scene is easily doubled.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Lilac nods. &amp;amp;quot;I try to keep my scenes to 4-5 players plus myself, personally. Perhaps its oldschool dnd habits, but I find too many players and there&amp;amp;#39;s just too much going on, and each invidivual player has less of a slice of the action with which to shine. It&amp;amp;#39;s more work for you -and- could make for a lesser experience for your players.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Please keep in mind that the player whose turn is directly after the scenepose will need time to read, and you should be lenient with them on this issue.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;A scene with 4-5 players sounds like a lovely time for all involved, Lilac. And remember, I&amp;amp;#39;ve been doing this for a while; if you want to keep your judged scenes small, you absolutely have the right to do so and I would encourage it as a way of getting more comfortable.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;I generally aim for 6, and can accommodate up to 8. Beyond that, it&amp;amp;#39;s too much for me.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Which brings us to another point: sometimes people will want to join in on your scene after you&amp;amp;#39;ve reached your capacity. I know it can be hard to say &amp;amp;#39;no&amp;amp;#39; to people, but it&amp;amp;#39;s imperative that you be able to do so; failing on that account ruins the scene for you and your players. It&amp;amp;#39;s just one of the responsibilities of being a judge.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Any questions on this point?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;Nothing new yet.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Razana shakes her head a little&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah gives a little shrug. &amp;amp;quot;All clear to me, I&amp;amp;#39;m good.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Then let&amp;amp;#39;s move on to the next topic!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron pulls aside the sheet of paper - and there aren&amp;amp;#39;t many left! - to reveal the word &amp;amp;#39;SKILLS&amp;amp;#39;, where the last S has been reversed. &amp;amp;quot;Skills, and how to handle them. This includes combat, but also includes an array of other abilities. How do you determine whether or not a player notices something? Are you strong enough to open that door? Can you sneak up on that guard? There are lots of different ways to handle this. First, there&amp;amp;#39;s rolling. You can always have a player roll the relevant stat to see if they&amp;amp;#39;re able to accomplish a desired task. To do this, there are two commands: +roll and +dice. Don&amp;amp;#39;t get them confused! +roll &amp;amp;lt;stat&amp;amp;gt; is used to determine how many successes you get when you try to roll the stat in question. The number will seem very low, but remember that it works on a sliding scale. +dice is literally any dice roll; +dice 1d8 will give you a number from 1 to 8, irrespective of any outside influence.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Silver-fang stares at the reversed S before saying. &amp;amp;quot;That S looks funny.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron moves on, &amp;amp;quot;Another way - and my preferred one - is to simply ask the player for their skill in a particular field, and make a judgment based on that. Remember that 10 means you&amp;amp;#39;re competent, 20 means you&amp;amp;#39;re skilled, and 30 means you&amp;amp;#39;re exceptionally skilled; if you have a 30 in stealth, will you be able to sneak up on that guard who&amp;amp;#39;s singing to himself? Probably. If you have a 10 in Empathy, will you be able to tell why that mouse girl is crying? Mmmmaybe, I&amp;amp;#39;d ask that you roleplay for it. This way, you have a general idea of what your characters are capable of, but you can fudge it a little in either direction. Also, remember the Rule of Cool here!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron notes, &amp;amp;quot;Looks fine to me.&amp;amp;quot; The words appear on the paper, with the &amp;amp;#39;s&amp;amp;#39; reversed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah points out +help Roll. &amp;amp;quot;Also, the number gotten from a Roll is the amount of successfull results from 20 dice rolled.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Please note that if you want to, you can always determine whether or not a player has a stat they claim to have; just have them +prove &amp;amp;lt;stat name&amp;amp;gt;.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Razana tests the +prove command, always liking more commands that give her information about the world.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron mmmns. &amp;amp;quot;Finally, there&amp;amp;#39;s freeform. With this, you can simply decide whether or not the players succeed based on the environment and situation. While this can be very liberating for you as a judge, remember that the player wants a sense of agency; if you trivialize their skills in favor of circumstance, they&amp;amp;#39;ll feel like it doesn&amp;amp;#39;t matter what they do. This method should be used sparingly, and generally in conjunction with one of the others.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;And yes, +prove shows to the whole room, Razana.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah points to her roll. &amp;amp;quot;This means, I rolled 20 dice, and 5 came up as successful. Now that&amp;amp;#39;s for me, who has 36 on Strength a rather dismal result. When looking at the Scale of Difficulty from the +help Roll, you&amp;amp;#39;ll see that I can succeed in something basic but not too advanced based on that roll.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;You can also +prove/silent to view a stat without altering everyone.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Er, alerting. And altering!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;...I&amp;amp;#39;m not sure if roll results show up on a log, Joannah.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah shrugs, &amp;amp;quot;It&amp;amp;#39;s okay, I also explained it in my reply.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris nods. &amp;amp;quot;So, since combat skills are capped lower, does that mean that being a 20 in Marksmanship is the equivalent of 20 or 30 in a non-combat skill?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Not directly, but something like that.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris wetly gushes, &amp;amp;quot;Ah. So the numbers are different for combat skills.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Now, those are the three ways I&amp;amp;#39;ve seen to determine the results of player interactions. It&amp;amp;#39;s okay to use any one of them, or even one in conjunction with another, but it&amp;amp;#39;s very important that your players understand how things work. Nothing will turn them away from your scene faster than feeling like you just use whatever method you want to get a desired result, and it changes on the fly.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Speaking of combat...&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah looks over at Arris, &amp;amp;quot;Do note that those Combat Proficiencies have hardly any to no effect on actual mechanical combat, they are almost exclusively for RP combat.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;m going to come right out and admit that this represents a gap in my knowledge. I largely play out combat as a combination of Rule of Cool and a bit of the +roll methodology, plus playing out in my head how things might go. It is possible to spawn in actual mobs that players can fight with the combat system, but I&amp;amp;#39;ve literally never done that and don&amp;amp;#39;t intend to. If you plan to spawn in mobs for your players to fight, I recommend asking those more knowledgeable on the topic than I am.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Now, any questions? We&amp;amp;#39;re getting close to the end!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Razana nods &amp;amp;quot;is there a command to list all the active effects on a player?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;For yourself, yes. For others, no.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah softly purrs, &amp;amp;quot;status name&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris nods. &amp;amp;quot;Yeah, was just checking. Uh, for example, if having 20 points of the max 40 of a non-combat skill makes you&amp;amp;#39;re skilled, then 10 of the 20 points in a combat skill means you&amp;amp;#39;re skilled in it. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Oooooor I could be completely off-base on that one. Thanks, Joannah.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah tips hat.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;To a point, yes, Arris. But remember that the cap is a difference that shrinks over time and is larger at smaller levels. It is never 10 points, and the stronger you get, the smaller the gap gets.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;A level 60 character has a maximum of 40 in non-combat skills and 36 in combat skills, for example.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Arris raises an eyebrow. &amp;amp;quot;So to properly gauge one&amp;amp;#39;s combat skills, I&amp;amp;#39;d need to check their level as well?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah softly purrs, &amp;amp;quot;Or you can ask them to set their trust levels to Read for you and check their Sheet&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Not really. Remember, you can only get so skilled, only get so strong or resilient. I&amp;amp;#39;d call it a 1:1.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;So if you have a 10 in a combat skill, you&amp;amp;#39;re competent. 20, skilled. 30, exceptionally skilled.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;36, you&amp;amp;#39;re freakin&amp;amp;#39; Bruce Lee over here. :P&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah softly purrs, &amp;amp;quot;For me, checking a person&amp;amp;#39;s Sheet is probably not going to be an issue since probably half the people playing already have me listed on trust level Transform.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath chuckles.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Any more questions, or shall we move on?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Silver-fang has been thinking this whole time on her question and finally asks &amp;amp;quot;Why are you so cute?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Because I&amp;amp;#39;m a bunny, and bunnies are amazing.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Any more?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;good for now.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Okay! Then let&amp;amp;#39;s hit the next topic.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron moves the next sheet to the front, this one saying &amp;amp;quot;DISRUPTIVE PLAYE-&amp;amp;quot; where the last two letters are scribbled all over the paper, almost making the text illegible. &amp;amp;quot;Disruptive players.&amp;amp;quot; she states with a sigh. &amp;amp;quot;I&amp;amp;#39;d like to tell you that you&amp;amp;#39;re not going to get them, but - and Vath can back me up on this - there are some players who will use your RPs to try to elevate themselves at the cost of others, some players who just have no idea what they&amp;amp;#39;re doing, and some players who will try to trash your hard work for the hell of it.&amp;amp;quot; Rubbing the bridge of her muzzle between thumb and forefinger for a moment, she continues, &amp;amp;quot;There are a few things you need to know about these situations when they come up.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron draws in a deep breath. &amp;amp;quot;First of all: as a judge, it is your responsibility to deal with disruptive players. The help file I linked before literally says this: A Judge&amp;amp;#39;s/Director&amp;amp;#39;s duties (May include, but are not limited to): Stop others from god-modding or doing something &amp;amp;#39;unnatural/impossible&amp;amp;#39; for the fictional world our characters inhabit, within the bounds of the world&amp;amp;#39;s continuity. (Canon)&amp;amp;quot; No longer quoting in a monotone, she continues, &amp;amp;quot;If you don&amp;amp;#39;t deal with these issues when they arise, your players will assume that you condone the behavior you&amp;amp;#39;re seeing, and they won&amp;amp;#39;t want to be part of your scenes any more. So it&amp;amp;#39;s not just the law, its a good idea!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;The first thing you need to do - before anything else - is make sure that the player who is being disruptive is told what they are doing wrong, why it is wrong, and what is expected of them. Contrary to what you might expect, this should be done in public, in OOC; other players need to see that you are aware of the issue, you are addressing the issue, and that the behavior won&amp;amp;#39;t be tolerated (so they shouldn&amp;amp;#39;t do the same thing).&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Keep in mind that it might have been a simple mistake; some newer players might have no idea that they&amp;amp;#39;re even doing anything wrong!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;If the behavior continues, it&amp;amp;#39;s acceptable to tell the player that they haven&amp;amp;#39;t stopped what they&amp;amp;#39;re doing and inform them that they are being disruptive, and that - if they refuse to stop - they may be asked to leave the scene. I realize that this may be difficult for some of you, and that it may involve some rewriting of the scene to write them out of it if needs be, but better that than sacrificing the RP as a whole!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;If the behavior still continues, you are entirely within your rights to do something about it. You can ask a staffer to come deal with the issue, move the scene to a different location, or simply ignore the person and continue. If you&amp;amp;#39;re a judge of at least level 3, you can also use +pj #boot to forcibly remove the player from the scene. Now, if you ask me? +pj #boot should be a command available to all judges regardless of level, and I need to remember to petition for that to be the case...but for now, it&amp;amp;#39;s still a restricted command.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Razana lifts her head &amp;amp;quot;How would you re-write such a thing? If other players responces are dependent on their actions, you can&amp;amp;#39;t simply delete the actions, would you replace them with an NPC?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Disruptive behavior can be anything from taking IC actions to sabotage the RP, to doing things that make no sense in canon, to spamming OOC chat. Anything that makes it difficult or impossible for you to run your scene can be considered disruptive! Also, keep in mind this text from &amp;amp;#39;help rp/judge/responsibilites and rights&amp;amp;#39;:&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;It is the Judge&amp;amp;#39;s right to end a scene at any time, for any reason. The Judge may continue it, or may call it off. It is also a Judge&amp;amp;#39;s right to ask for players to cease a particular action that is disruptive to the RP, be it an IC action or an OOC action. A Judge also has the right to use any and all command afforded them, including the boot command, to ensure the scene goes well. Finally, it is the Judge&amp;amp;#39;s right to execute any command afforded them that works within the canon of the scene. As an example of this, submitting to a feral causes infection. A judge may then use their Judge Commands to alter the player who submitted&amp;amp;#39;s infection (Please note that the command already pays respect to things like UIR).&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;It can be difficult, Razana, and will depend on the content of the scene. It may be something as simple as posing their departure, or something as difficult as having them go catatonic on a temporary basis. That said, posing the character out should NEVER involve their death.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;If it makes you feel any better, I have never ejected a player from one of my scenes; we&amp;amp;#39;ve always been able to work things out.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;So, any questions on this point?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath shakes his head again. &amp;amp;quot;Seems pretty straight forward.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah shakes her head as well.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Okay then! I think we&amp;amp;#39;re on to the final segment, then I&amp;amp;#39;ll open the floor for general questions.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron pulls aside the front piece of paper to reveal the final one: &amp;amp;quot;LOGGING AND REWARDS&amp;amp;quot;. It&amp;amp;#39;s been decorated with a little party hat and noisemaker! &amp;amp;quot;So, you pretty much know everything you need to know by now, in terms of making a RP happen. But what do you DO with it? First of all, you need to know two commands: &amp;amp;#39;rplogstart&amp;amp;#39; and &amp;amp;#39;rplogstop&amp;amp;#39;. As you might imagine, the first tells the game to start logging RP in the room, and the second tells it to stop. Now, once you&amp;amp;#39;ve stopped, you&amp;amp;#39;ll be asked if you want to upload the RP to the wiki. Remember that you will need a wiki account to do this! If so, tell it &amp;amp;#39;yes&amp;amp;#39; and give the log a name, and the game will upload the log for you; no work required on your part. It&amp;amp;#39;ll even kick back a link to the log you just made! Easy-peasy.&amp;amp;quot; Grinning for a moment, she moves on to include, &amp;amp;quot;From there, if you&amp;amp;#39;ve been working on a research project, you&amp;amp;#39;ll want to put in a +request under the Judge category, explaining what you did and giving a link to said log so that a staffer can review it. If everything is on the level, they&amp;amp;#39;ll take care of the rest!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron continues, &amp;amp;quot;But hey, you&amp;amp;#39;ve put in all this hard work, and so have your players. What do you get out of it, aside from the XP from roleplaying, and the freecred, and knowing that you&amp;amp;#39;re awesome? That&amp;amp;#39;s where rewards come in! As a judge, you get access to +pj #xp and +pj #loot. These two commands are used to either give your players a juicy amount of XP in the first case, or a slightly less juicy amount of XP and a chance to find salvage! I generally only recommend the latter if the players were in a place where there&amp;amp;#39;s stuff to get; if your group spent the RP underwater, there probably isn&amp;amp;#39;t much salvage there.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;But how many rewards do you give? According to the help files, they recommend roughly one reward per three hours. So, 1-3 hours, one reward. 3-6 hours, two rewards. 6-9 hours, three rewards, and anything over 9 is four rewards (the maximum).&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Now, you probably just saw the XP yummy I gave you all (and some freecred besides). As the judge, you get an added bonus: players will (as you can see) receive the prompt to +pjvote for you. Not only do these votes help you to advance in judge level, they also translate into a mako apiece. That&amp;amp;#39;s right, you get mako for being awesome and running a scene, so long as your players liked it!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;One more note about the RPlog system: it will log any IC poses, anything said IC, and spoofs. It will NOT log other commands or OOC conversation. So be careful about assuming that things will be present; it&amp;amp;#39;s smart enough to know what&amp;amp;#39;s part of the scene and what isn&amp;amp;#39;t!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron finally tosses the last piece of paper to the ground with the others, and flumps down onto one of the mats. &amp;amp;quot;And that ends the planned portion of the lesson. We got through all the bullet points, woo! At this point, I&amp;amp;#39;m opening the floor to any questions you may have, following one final partition. Goodbye, partition! We&amp;amp;#39;ll never forget you!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;-------------------------------------(goodbye)-------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah raises her hand. &amp;amp;quot;Right, I had a question earlier about the Research projects.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Sure, go for it.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah reads back. &amp;amp;quot;I have read through the various Research things a while ago. Do they all succeed? Because that Extradimensional Generator Research, it doesn&amp;amp;#39;t really sound to me like something that would actually be Lore friendly and should be completed at all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Not necessarily. In fact - and thank you for reminding me of this - it&amp;amp;#39;s actually possible to run a scene AGAINST a research project.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Joannah softly purrs, &amp;amp;quot;So, in short, can a Research project itself be deemed a failure even when completed succesfully?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;So if someone wanted to sabotage the Extradimensional Generator research because the planet exploding in a cascading reaction seems like a bad idea, they could run a scene in which that happened. I&amp;amp;#39;ve actually checked on this in the past, and it&amp;amp;#39;s staff-approved!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;No. If a research project successfully finishes, it...finishes successfully.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Any more questions?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Lilac tenderly lows, &amp;amp;quot;What are the conditions for a scene to be deemed appropriate for a &amp;amp;#39;research project&amp;amp;#39;? Is there a specific checklist that has to be met in terms of themes, duration, staff approval, player count?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;...&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Ah, now we&amp;amp;#39;re getting away from my area of expertise, and off-topic.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Any more questions about judging?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;(Also, I will say that it&amp;amp;#39;s usually considered bad decorum to encourage your players to +pjvote for you, just in case it ever comes up.)&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;The only thing that I can think to ask about is for more information on the topic you stated up front isn&amp;amp;#39;t something you know well. In short, I&amp;amp;#39;m all set.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;(Remind them that the option exists, but don&amp;amp;#39;t press them for it.)&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Wait, I think I see what you&amp;amp;#39;re asking.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;You&amp;amp;#39;re not asking how research projects are created, you&amp;amp;#39;re asking what criteria staffers use when determining whether or not a scene is successful for purposes of advancing an established one. Right?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Lilac tenderly lows, &amp;amp;quot;Correct.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron half-smiles. &amp;amp;quot;I have to admit, I&amp;amp;#39;m not privy to that information. I imagine it varies depending on which staffer is making the determination. I suspect Vath might have more input here?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;(I hope he&amp;amp;#39;s typing right now.)&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;I can&amp;amp;#39;t say from a staffing posission an answer to this. However, based on the class... &amp;amp;quot;A scene needs to have a minimum of two players&amp;amp;quot;. &amp;amp;quot;You can, and probably should for the first few scenes, run the scene by a staffer before running it. and discuss any points the staff member dislike about your intended scene&amp;amp;quot;.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Sroath softly churrs, &amp;amp;quot;With those two bits of information, I figure that question has already been answered.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron nods. &amp;amp;quot;Those are the must-haves, but I suspect Vath will be able to give more detailed information.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Vath slips back in from an exstended break, maybe one of the puppets broke, but he answers a question accordingly. &amp;amp;quot;Depends really on how you are doing it, I&amp;amp;#39;m more then happy to sit down with you and do a play by play of if it works or not, and help to fill in gaps that are missing. The biggest criteria that needs to be filled is does the scene make sense? What is the ultimate goal, what challenges are going to be placed before your players.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;That&amp;amp;#39;s a better answer than I could hope to give.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;Any more questions?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Aaron softly churrls, &amp;amp;quot;All right! At this point, I think we can call this a win all around. Feel free to partake of as much punch and/or pie as you want, thanks for stopping by, and I look forward to seeing - maybe even participating in! - your scenes to come!&amp;amp;quot;[[Category:RPLogs]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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