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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

[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.