Military bots surrounded Simulare. A huge array of scouts, several warriors, and even some larger ones. They all commenced fire at the combiner.
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Doohickey screams in pain.
Unable to locate target. New directive: reach target’s last-known location.
“Gambler” round prepared.
The suit aims at the wall.
Firing.
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“YOU IDIOT!” Asphalt yelled as the alarms went off again, the turrets shooting out, three being destroyed before the ceiling near her opened, a large net-like object firing at her, sparks flashing across it.
“Restraints prepared.” The voice called out.
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Fury rolled to the side, using a display case as cover.
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He yells in agony, before slamming his hand on the biggest cluster, and firing at the rest
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Bootleg tries to dodge.
“We gotta help our friends, not fight each other!”
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“Preparing elimination procedures.” The voice said as every turret fired at her, machine gun speed bullets blasting across the display case, five bulkier turrets emerging before firing a missile each towards it, the combined forces easily tearing through it.
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“Turn it off!” Bootleg shrieks. “Open the door! Something!”
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Some shrapnel hitting her in the leg, Fury rolled behind another display case, using it as cover to shoot at the turrets.
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“%^(& HELPING! WE NEED TO SURVIVE THIS!” Asphalt yelled, tackling Savage and sliding towards the lobby door, kicking his leg out to attempt to hook Bootleg along with them.
“I CAN’T STOP THIS IDIOT! THIS WAS DESIGNED TO BE ABLE TO KILL US IF WE ATTEMPTED THIS $#!#!” Asphalt yelled
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“Let’s get the hell outta here, then!” Bootleg calls.
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Suddenly, the wall behind Doohickey crumbled. A device fell from the ceiling as a result of such. Must have been the magnet keeping them in place because everybody was free now. Her mech waited behind the destroyed wall.
“I hate show-offs,” the large thug muttered. The rest of his friends prepared for combat.
Seeing himself outnumbered, Terradrill activated his Phase Shifter and ran through the nearest wall. So much for being the hunter in this horror story.
The bots crumbled one by one. They stood very little chance against Simulare. To their rescue came a cluster of airborne bots. They swarmed around the Gestalt. They were like flies. No, not flies: wasps.
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The turrets fired again, shredding through the case as two restraining nets were fired at Fury, this time from two directions.
“WE CAN’T! THE DOORS ARE SEALED UNTIL SHE’S EITHER DEAD OR CAPTURED!”
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OOC: @MakutaTexxidos did I ruin something? Sorry if I did…
IC: The quintet was now free, and retrieved their weapons.
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Several Cybertronian agents disguised as civillians began buying tickets at a multitude of stations.
“You’re telling me that there’s nothing in here that can melt through that door?” Fury hissed, shooting both nets, and sprinting for another display case.
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OOC: Nope, all fine.
IC: Circuit Board laid dissected on a table next to them. The large thug picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. He was visibly upset about his death.
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“NOTHING YOU CAN GET ACCESS TO IDIOT! ALL THE CASES ARE SEALED OFF IF YOU DIDN’T NOTICE!” Asphalt yelled back as the turrets suddenly stopped.
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He sheilds his face and fires several missiles at them
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Fury quickly grabbed one of the weapons strewn around by the destruction of the display cases, and fired a high powered shot at one of the rocket turrets.
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@MakutaTexxidos “Sorry about your friend,” Bob tries to comfort him.
Doohickey’s suit had sustained some damage due to firing a Gambler round in close-quarters.
“Let’s get back to the base,” Ironclad says.
@Traykar “Let 'em capture ya!” Bootleg suggests.
@KAI_BORG “They won’t kill her, right?”
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