THE BLACK EYE OF SHAREF: FINALE

[crux_npcs]

Who: Big Bee'eef Slabthrust, Eye of Sharef Defenders
Where: The Eye of Sharef
When: Late afternoon, Februaro 30th
Warnings: Language, violence, metal

"My, you're in a bit of a pickle."

Bee'eef Slabthrust whirled. It was bad enough that the turkeys aboard the station had managed to humiliate his gang, now some bint was sneaking up on him? He narrowed his eyes at her. At twelve feet tall, she managed to look him in the eyes. An impressive feat for a female, but what pissed him off was that she managed to get past his guards and slip up behind him.

Didn't look bad, though. Impressive tusks.

Still, he narrowed his eyes. "What's it to you, scant?"

He was answered with a breezy laugh, her face covered by a fan that was there one minute, gone the next. He didn't have the time to ponder this, however, as she stepped forward and slid an arm around his shoulder. "Your poor gang. Humiliated." Suddenly, she was just on his opposite side, causing him to jerk. "Decimated. You would have had the run of this place too, if it weren't for... Well." She gestured in front of them, towards the direction of the station's survivors.

"Dem. They wrecked my gang!" He clenched his hands into fists, grinding his teeth together.

"Yesss." She chuckled softly into his ear. "Them. The 43rd Scutum-Crux Fleet. The Confederacy of Inhabited Systems. CIS scum. Tiny people with tiny souls who think they can run everything. What do they know of Big Bee'eef Slabthrust and the Jagtooth Clan? How can they know the hard life of the space roads? Look at them. They're like..." All of a sudden, she was on his other side again, hissing in his ear. He heard her voice on his opposite side, and when he tore his gaze from her to look at where she might be, there she was again. "Ants. Don't you think so? Little tiny bugs. Pinch, pinch, pinching at your pride?" She made pinching gestures with one hand, then snapped her teeth audibly.

Bee'eef started breathing hard and heavy, seeming to swell a bit. "Yeah. Ants! Dey're ants and dey hurt my boyz!"

"You should make them hurt."

"Yeah. YEAH! I'm gonna fuck them pinkskins up! Gonna get dem for my boyz!" The clan leader took a step and the ground shook. The merchant stalls (when had they gotten so small?) shuttered and some collapsed. He could feel heat licking from between his lips, and his reflection revealed flames roaring in his mouth. How long had he been able to do that?

Didn't matter. What mattered was smashing some puny ants, making them pay for fucking with his gang.

The scant was laughing, he could hear it echoing in his ears, but it didn't matter. After he'd gotten some payback, he'd teach her a thing or two

* * *

The heavy stomping would be the first clue that something was wrong. The very floor vibrated under their feet. Then, from around the corner, near the ceiling, was the tip of a pompadour. Almost thirty feet of hair preceded the giant, fury-filled face of a now-gigantic Big Bee'eef Slabthrust. Flames streamed from his nose and mouth as he roared, and then fixated his gaze on a hastily-thrown together barricade, designed to keep the bikers from flying low enough to snag anyone. "FUCK YOUR SPEED BUMPS!"

He jabbed a finger at the barricade and barrels popped into existence around his wrist, circling around it until they fully encompassed it, like a deadly bracelet. And then they started spinning and spitting hot metal, despite having no visible ammunition feed. "I'M BIG BEE'EEF SLABTHRUST! I'M DE WRONG TUSKER TO FUCK WITH, SCANTS!" The shots tore through the deck plating with frightening ease, leaving gaping holes ripped through the floor, the walls, the stalls...

Somehow, somewhere, something went a little wrong.

Comments

[dragonspooker]

"BOM DI WIND!"

A blast of wind flies in Bee'eef's direction - though given his size, it's comparable to someone blowing hard through a straw at point-blank range. Which should just be annoying enough to get his attention, because clearly the thing to do when faced with a jacked-up space-orc that just materialized guns to blow things away is to draw attention to yourself and say stuff that will likely piss him off.

"Ah, cut the crap, Beefstick! You're nothin' but an over-sized bandit that's gotten way too big for your britches!"

[crux_npcs]

"You think a little fart like that is going to stop me, Pink?" He roars, then unleashes a torrent of hot metal in lina's general direction. It seems he definitely favors the More Dakka school of aiming, as the air fills with murderous projectiles that are just generally flying at the sorceress.

[arnhaid]

Ironhide, up until this point, had been pretty much occupied keeping people out of the line of fire, so to speak. Most of these bikers hadn't been a challenge for the big bot -- throw a few punches, bust a few heads, and they were out for the count.

This though. This was different.

He'd made his way to the proverbial frontlines, where he was meant to be. He was big, built like a battle tank, and probably could take more hits than the organics. Or the guards. Made sense he should pitch in.

He hefted a long pole in one hand. Not as useful as a rifle or any other sort of gun, but, hey, he would make do with what he could. And stood up, brandishing it like baseball bat the size of a grown man.

"Good for you! Why don't you come over here and say that?"

[crux_npcs]

Slabthrust seems positively inclined towards the challenge, lowering the massive chain-cannon and lurching towards him, huge ham-like fist leading towards Ironhide's main chassis, where a solar plexus would be on a human being. Looks like it's time to brawl!

[arnhaid]

"Heh."

He'd been hoping for that. He takes a step forward as the organic swings, driving the heavy pole ahead of him like a battering ram, his face twisting in a sneer.

[crux_npcs]

Ironhide's pokey-pole halts Bee'eef's shambolic charge nicely, and he roars in anger and frustrated destructiveness as he gets prodded, grabbing at the heavy pole and then unleashing... a blast of pure fire from his mouth at Ironhide's face? Looks like his fury is so incandescent as to actually ignite things.

[zerolimits]

Zero was in the middle protecting and aiding civilians to safety when he felt the first tremor, which was sudden enough to knock him off balance for a moment. He looked around to see just what could be the cause of it as another occurred. After a third happened, he caught sight of something massive, a true behemoth of a being.

Each step it took shook the ground of the Sharef. It thrust its finger at a point on the ground and shot at something, though Zero couldn't see what from where he was. The one thing he did see was that this Bee'eef Slabthrust was a serious problem, and would be exceedingly difficult to take down.

However, Zero wasn't scared. He saw the enemy before him, and he'd face it head on. Shifting his right hand into his Z-Buster, he jumped against a wall to the top of an abandoned building. Standing his ground, he shot several bolts of energy that were aimed for Bee'eef's face. Even at his size, that should be enough to get his attention.

[crux_npcs]

The blasts punch into Bee'eef's face and cause him to get the equivalent of acne, pockmarking it and provoking a huge hail of return fire, which rips into and blasts apart the building under Zero. Looks like he's about to lose his perch.

[zerolimits]

Like before, Zero began to jump between the pieces of debris. He maintained his height as best as he could as he charged the energy within his Buster for a few seconds. When he felt the energy reach its maximum capacity, Zero took another shot at Bee'eef's face as he fell, the resulting shot larger and more powerful than the small bolts before, though likely still far from enough to end this fight.

[crux_npcs]

Slabthrust grunts, the blast impacting below his eyes and scorching his greenskin black, pausing briefly to cover the eye and roar in anger, his howl apparently so powerful that flame gusts forth from his mouth. That's... weird.

[ungrounded]

That was crossing a line. Lafiel wasn't a stranger to combat, but only a madman was willing to tear holes in bulkheads in the station he was located on, especially if he lacked a vacuum. Which meant removing his ability to do so as soon as possible.

Right now, she was crouched behind debris enough to keep her out of the direct line of fire, sneaking looks to see if she could set up a direct shot. Really, the best plan would be to lure him to a narrower place in the station, close the emergency bulkheads, then vent the whole section.

Of course, the question was how to do that. Lafiel considered the angle of suppressive fire and lined up a shot.

[crux_npcs]

Well, the guy is a BIG target, at over 30 feet tall, breathing fire and shooting all over the place. He doesn't seem to see tiny, pale Lafiel.

[ungrounded]

That... that is a problem. If Lafiel had her suit, she'd just get him to follow her, but she'd need a mask and gloves at least if she was risking vacuum exposure to get rid of this idiot.

... Well, surely the station had emergency supplies. Possibly some even survived the carnage and disorder of people who clearly needed more drills.

[crux_npcs]

Indeed, and there are plenty of downed security people near security stations leaving out passkeys that can probably get her into said supplies, given how brutal the other gangers had been,

[maddeninghatter]

Amid the chaos, the screaming, and the sound of deck plating rending asunder, Mad Hatter twitches, scrabbling about. Break clenches his fingers, willing down deeper his unhinged familiar. Destroy everything is Mad Hatter's solution to most conundrums, and it's undeniably beguiling, but for the moment he will set that aside and have a think.

A fire-breathing, giant pig. A fire-breathing, giant, stupid pig (Break has got trousers that are smarter). But the creature's intelligence (or lack thereof) seems hardly relevant when it is tearing holes in a space station. He'd shouted at Sister Rosette for far less.

...wait.

He'd shouted at Sister Rosette for blowing up zombies. Zombies who had also proven too messy to slice up (and too infectious), so everybody had hit upon the expedient of....

"I say!" he exclaims loudly to whoever is seeking shelter beside him, behind the barricades. "Does anybody know where the space ship hangar is?"

[ja307020]

Tron took one look at the giant creature, swore loudly, and started pulling people out of the way. He really missed his disks-- charged they could probably deal with the thing. It wasn't any bigger than Sark had been.

It was during another dash into the area that he heard the question, since he had to leave his purloined 'cycle behind to make sure it stayed behind cover.

"You have an idea?" He did, in fact, know where a few space ship hangars were. It had been pretty easy to get around past the marketplace, and Tron did bore fairy easily.

[maddeninghatter]

He glances up at Tron, recognizing him as someone from the Fleet, and waves him over.

"If our little friend up there continues at his present rate, I think we'll all end up floating about in space. But it occurs to me that if his goal is to go outside, then we should help him with that."

[ja307020]

Tron crouched and came closer, ducking a bit of debris that went flying.

"Outside where there are bigger guns..." Tron said, catching on quickly. He offered his new ally a toothy grin. "Can do. Need a lift?"

They were probably going to want some distance. Fire wasn't too high on Tron's list of things to experience first-hand.

[constableodo]

Odo thinks about morphing into someone Bee'eef's species, in order to help subdue him, when he arrives and sees Bee'eef. A giant Bee'eef. Now way Odo is going to be able to morph into that.

This is when Bee'eef starts shooting. Odo morphs into a shield in order to protect his crewmates, or at least slow down the shots. If he cannot use his first plan maybe...

Once the shooting is over, Odo glances around to check no one is injured, then morphs into a falcon and aims at Bee'eef's eyes.

[crux_npcs]

Bee'eef sees the falcon coming, and lowers his head slightly, trying to catch Odo and entangle him in the enormous pompadour, almost swatting him down if possible.

[constableodo]

Odo gets properly entangled and it takes him more than a minute to disentangle, not without smashing his wings around. He mentally sighs. When he's out of there, he contemplates sliding down and trying to attack again, bu he decides against it, as it would be too risky. He wouldn't want to get entangled again. Instead, Odo flies away and comes back to attack from behind, more attentive to Bee'eef's movements and field of vision.

[abtakha]

Having made nice with the Jagtooths, Cassie is surprised to find their leader to have grown a dozen times over. She stops her hoverbike a good distance away and asks her new friends: "What the foxtrot happened to the boss?"

[crux_npcs]

"Shit. I don't know. I think it might be time to get out of here while the gettin is good." Responds the crocodilian.

[abtakha]

Cassie really wanted to agree with Kra'd Bonemeal. That was what her well honed caution was screaming at her to do.

But this went beyond petty acts of vandalism and roughing up other criminals. This maniac was going to destroy the entire station at this rate. A station mostly full of civvies. She sighed. Well at least it'd be something like taking down a mech, a similar kindof thrill, even if it killed her.

"Looks fishy to me. But we're Jagtooths. We don't run from nothin'!" Which was patently a lie, she knew. Criminals worked by hiding from the law. But there was their egos to consider, and keeping control of his men. "Least of all talkin' to our own boss. Y'all coming?" She kicked her bike around, revved the engine. They'd serve as a useful distraction, at least...

[crux_npcs]

"Screw that! Our boss is big, that guy's 'uge!"

And he does have a bit of a point. Bee'eef has grown to the size of an Atlas, almost.