The ship begins to climb higher, but three pursuit craft akin to those protecting the tomb begin to encroach. Great Cannon is once again advised to land the ship.
Stoneflow fires shots into the beast as well. Seems kinda pointless to shoot at it.
‘press the blue button’ hali sends
Small pieces of the Driller’s armor fly off, but the beast didn’t seem bothered by the attacks. It opens it’s wide mouth and roars again, and several clawed tendrils shoot out towards the party.
The pursuit craft ready their weapons as Great Cannon does so.
It drops haliaetus’s shell which he has transform and begin providing cover fire
The officers on the ground, along with the pursuit craft, open fire upon the ship and the shell. Great Cannon returns fire, and banks the ship to the left.
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The shell fired heat seeking missiles at the nearest pursuit craft ‘go, now.’
“HOLY GARBAGE DISPOSALS! A Driller!” Swing screams, reaching for his club.
One clips Swing’s shoulder, knocking off his arm. He scans the piles of junk to see if he could find a useful item.
One craft is taken out of commission, but the other two give chase as Great Cannon attempts to get the frak out of Polyhex.
The officers on the ground, seven in all, fire upon the shell with Neutron Assault Rifles.
There were a few weapons among the refuse, but it was doubtful any of them worked. The creature opens it jaws and roars once more as Bootleg and Salvage keep firing.
Haliaetus muttered a swear, grasping at where the shell had been hit, firing another seeker salvo at one of the craft chasing great cannon
The craft deploys flairs to confuse the missile’s tracking as it and the other continue the chase. Shuttle Gunner and Target Hawk disembark to engage.
The shell tries to ram one of the ships
The ship spirals out of control, but the pilot quickly regains his bearings and attempts to ram the shell in turn.
It detonates, and haliaetus collapsed to his knees in pain, gritting his teeth
The ship’s left gun had been damaged beyond use, nevertheless, it remained with it’s companion as the pair chased Hal’s ship. Two more soon joined it, focusing on Shuttle and Target.
Several nearby bots crowd around Haliaetus. One summons a medic.
He struggles to get up, lifter helping him
“Does anyone have any explosives? I’d use my own, but I don’t have many…” Swingstep shouts over the roar of the battle. He reattaches his arm, readying his club.
A large bot arrives on the scene. Two deployers detach from his pauldrons as he transforms into an ambulance to carry Haliaetus.
Great Cannon pulls the ship up, making for orbit to safely jump to transwarp. Shuttle Gunner and Target Hawk retreat back inside as the four pursuit craft continue to give chase, firing upon the stabilizers.
OOC: since it’s a piece of equipment your character is simply loaning to an NPC to use, I’ll let you decide if the ship takes damage.
IC: “Go ahead an’ use 'em!” the minicon implores.
Bootleg had three missile launchers which he was using to attack the Driller.
Swing nods, and whips out a golf ball. Using a nail as tee, he readies a shot. “Not a driver, but it’ll have to do…” the eco-friendly bot sighs, regarding the club. He clicks a button on the ball, causing to glow red, and swings a shot towards a chink in the armor, watching its trajectory.
The Driller shrieks, this time in pain, as the explosion damages it. More tendrils lunge for Swingstep, and another grabs hold of Salvage.
“HELP!” the red pickup truck urgently requests.