OOC: It temporarily deactivated them. No physical damage has been sustained to your ship
IC: “DEATH BEFORE CHAINS!” Howls a Xir’algath as it opened fire quickly followed by the other Xir’algath
The mech was using the same shielding mechanism as the ship, so he was immune against the handheld weapons (although the rest of the ship was now unprotected).
“Guys, OK, look. If I was in charge, I would have killed you all. Tho if I do this I won’t get my raise so… Yeah. I give you one more chance to surrender, otherwise I’ll kill you all.”
OOC: OK, for real now: how do they survive in space? Do they have suits or something?
OOC:My belief is that they 1.) don’t need to breathe and 2.) can consume radiation in a manner similar to a plant, if that’s not the case I assume they are wearing amorphous space suits. TL;DR: I’ll have to ask Mctoran
IC:The Xir’algath charged some firing while others reshaped their bodies into viscous blades and blunt weaponry
OOC: Let’s say that they wear suits. Otherwise they wouldn’t even be able to talk. În space there is no air, so no sounds. Btw, how many more are there?
IC: “Sigh… Fine…” he said, shooting them with no mercy.
OOC: shall we say…4
IC: One Xir’algath was cut down by the gunfire, others however reformed their bodies into large hardened shields
Alyxandreon took a boulder from the ground and threw it into the shields, while charging at them.
One could compare the event to a bloody game of bowling as the rock tumbled into them and threw them over courtesy of the lower gravity
Alyxandreon shoot at the rest of them.
“That’d be some more missions. There are places to be conquered, and we would need more commanders.” Nimrack told him
“fine, but I will need time to discover the weak point. So don’t do anything rash until I say so.”
He sighed and leaned against the wall.
“After all, the sign of a good leader is being willing to listen to his subordinates.”
“Fine.” said Nimrack
“Good.”
Therak returned to his watchpost and stood there.
And all was silent.
After Alyxandreon pressumably killed all of the Xir’algaths, he gathered their bodies (or what remained out of them, anyway) and lined them on the floor of the asteroid, expecting if any of them was actually alive. He k ew that one could survive the mech’s blaster, depending on how resistent his body and/or suit was, or the place where it got hit.
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Thornrax continued looking at the other cels without saying anything.
The corpses gave no response
Alyxandreon nodded before returning to the asteroid’s mining site. He started inspecting it, trying to understand what was inside this rock that would interest the Xir’algaths.
Within the site were three large containers made of a thick material, each one about the size of a fridge
Alyxandreon used the power of his mech to force them open.
Within each container was large supplies of thorium, plutonium and other nuclear substances
Alyxandreon stepped back, surprised. He then used the inter-universal channel hub to call for a special Wnitegate team.
“Alyxandreon?” asks one of the specialists “Is something wrong?”