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[driftlock]

Who: Deadlock and OPEN
What: THRILLING HEROICS or stupid shooting stuff ymmv
When: Eventy times
Where: Public housing
Warnings: Deadlock being himself.

To think Deadlock had actually wanted to work for these incompetent guys.  Frag, they were just as bad as the old incompetent guys. Only, you know, with larger caliber weapons. Most of the fraggin' breaches were outside the ship, but of course, luck is with Deadlock--meaning, bad luck, and one happens to open...right in his quarters. 

Really? REALLY?  

So it's a happy early morning to everyone, as they hear Deadlock screaming yelling. Yelling in a very manly way, as he crashes backwards into the corridor through the door of his own apartment, something pink and vaguely tentacly sticking to his face.

Comments

oh look an icon for this :P

[driftlock]

Wait, what? That sounded like an insult. Was that an insult? He doesn't know.

He doesn't like not knowing. Almost as much--but not quite--as he doesn't like forcible evictions by tentacled rainbows.

Fraggin' thing apparently doesn't find her as attractive as it does Deadlock, either that or he really did piss it off, because it keeps trying to snake around her at him. Fine, you know what? You want some Deadlock, technicolor beast? HAVE SOME. He's just gonna storm ahead, punching his way through it. Or trying to.

Re: oh look an icon for this :P

[ungrounded]

Lafiel sighed, and set about providing some distraction in terms of firing on anything that get past Deadlock. Because she still thought he was less likely to break the ship than the tentacle beast. (Whether this would change as she got to know him remained to be seen.)

[driftlock]

He would view that as an insult: he's the most dangerous thing on this ship. Just ask him.

Well, don't ask him right now, because he's got a face full of tentacle beast. And then both his hands full, and then it grabs one leg and lifts him up off the floor and...help?

[ungrounded]

The fact Deadlock might not know the difference between 'could destroy the ship' and 'will destroy the ship' would surely move him up in Lafiel's danger estimations.

In the mean time, she is focusing her fire on the tentacle holding Deadlock in the air. "Drop him."

She needed a bigger gun.

[driftlock]

Hey, that McEngineer gives him another noodlebot that's likely to explode, 'could' could definitely blur a line with 'will' in terms of ship-destructivity.

"Right, like it's gonna listen to you!" The words come out a little garbled: apparently tentacreature doesn't like getting shot so it's waving Deadlock around like a toy.

NOT his finest moment.

And apparently it is going to listen to her, dropping him like the ton of metal he is, and wriggling its gross limbs in her direction.

[ungrounded]

Lafiel didn't laugh; Lafiel was too busy backing up.

"I'm the one with the firearm, it's smart to listen to me." She was trying to shoot it in hopes that it was discouraging. So far, it wasn't working.

"Maybe if we attack it together."

[driftlock]

"Hey, I've got guns!" Just...not on him right now.

What? It's not weird not to sleep with guns!

Never gonna do it again, though, let him tell you. He's going to cuddle up with his firearms from now on.

"Hngh." What is it with this place and togetherness...ness? "Fine. You go low." Kind of obvious because, you know, size, but he has to say it so he can feel like he's still in charge. And then he throws himself at it again.

[ungrounded]

"Right!' Lafiel was a step behind, firing low to hit the creature while avoiding Deadlock.

[driftlock]

The thing doesn't like all this attention, and two of the limbs grab onto the doorframe. There's a wet sclorching sound as it pulls itself out of the room, having to wedge itself out of the doorway with a wet *pop*. This time, it's decided the smaller target is better, reaching back before sending a pile of limbs in her direction.

"HEY!" Deadlock hates an unfair fight, unless he's the one being unfair, so he's going to try to grab a few of those limbs. Whether or not it actually creates an opening she can use...? How the scrap does he know.

[ungrounded]

"Thanks!" Lafiel didn't know if she could dodge the rest and shoot the central body, but she sure was going to try. At the least, it had to have some sort of sense organ or brain.

[driftlock]

Deadlock's slightly less targeted than she is: he just wants to cause it maximal damage. Because it's fragging up his apartment. Which is the first place he's ever had to call his own. Yeah, he's pissed.

And now, the rainbow of gelatin is also pissed, and in pain, and very, very flaily. Lafiel's going to have to be nimble to dodge the flailing tentacles.

[ungrounded]

Lafiel is nimble, but not that nimble. She wasn't grabbed, but was slammed into a wall, causing her to roll to her feet. She did keep hold of her firearm, and bit back a curse.

[driftlock]

"HEY!" Deadlock hates having to be like...the nice guy, but he hates big things picking on small things even more. He'll regret this later, like in three seconds, but he launches himself at the thing again both guns brought together to fire into the maw that might be the creature's mouth.

"Eat this." Yeah, it's not original combat repartee, but sometimes you just want to stick with the classics.

[ungrounded]

Lafiel steadied herself and released her own barrage where she could get a clear shot past Deadlock.

[driftlock]

He grunts, because he really wants to say something snarky about her shooting but he really can't.

He hates being impressed. Grrrrr.

The creature, likewise, hates being shot in the...whatever its face is. It is going to whip its tentacles around in a rainbow of grossitude, and then try to haul its way out of the door and into the hallway, to scuttle away. It is so out of here.

[ungrounded]

Lafiel's blood is up, so following it seems like a good idea. On the other hand, she should check for problems here first. And call out security (or at least someone with barricades to keep civilians out). "You're not... damaged?" she asked Deadlock, looking him up and down. Not that she knew what to do if he was, besides add it to the comm calls she needed to make. Lafiel knew first aid, but that supposed human anatomy, and the mechanical things she could repair without help were limited to Abh tech and excluded sapient robots.