Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
White Ridge - Garage
The doors giving way to sheer aetheric lockpicking measures exposed a dark interior from the external lights cast inside. The dark was easily pierced by means ranging from armored sensors and systems to advanced or inherent vision spectrums native to military bodies and biological advancement. Larger than it seemed on the inside the interior garage spanned a considerable pace enough for large vehicles to move in, dispatch or load cargo or equipment, and easily turn around. While all the interior lighting was cut there was a discernable amount of small-scale vehicles of civilian make having been up-armored and parked asymmetrically across the garage while old crates, debris, and general detritus was scattered about enough to make a normally empty-looking garage having been well lived in at some point by the rebels.
There were various doors across the far end of the garage at least forty meters away and were marked enough to leave their purpose without question as ADMIN, MAINT, STAIRS-AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY, and a large and closed cargo elevator door large enough to fit any of the vehicles past on either side and still have room to spare all awaited them.
The first two were no doubt offices related to the garage operation and the vehicles themselves while the latter two needn't be speculated.
Sweeping inwards Sacres AI took longer than normally should have to respond to a strange encounter. While the surface level of the facility should pose no such interference the rebels clearly had something at play as some type of strange intelligence pervaded the facility's systems. It was not overtly hostile for some reason but was dangerous all the same as simply attempting to interface with it seemed harmless right until it opened itself up and attempted to assimilate and dismantle Aten before it was able to disconnect its attempts.
Moreover, it was foreign in origin. Not originating from the facility or something the native Kodians likely had acess to, but tethered to it from an outside source that had as of yet gone unnoticed by any of the SI of the fleet that would otherwise dominate the electronic theater.
The best way to describe it would be Chaotic. But it did not make overt moves against any of their AI and none of the powered armored individuals noted any cyber attacks on their systems other than noting that Sassas' countermeasures did not cut off its connection.
"Please don't hurt us!" The child's voice shouted at a distance in trade as it echoed from a loudspeaker at the far end of the garage; The sudden interruption caused Sanda to pause and the rest of the team a few steps behind him as they fanned out barely a few paces into the garage.
"We never did anything to you." She declared almost instantly after without so much as a stop for breath, the slam of no doubt a hand echoing through the garage as it slammed on some sort of surface on the other side of the speaker.
And that's when the first bomb went off.
Situated above and behind them, it was not where an attack was expected as the series of daisy-chained charges popped weakly but enough to scatter the luminous-glowing contents in a cone-shaped pattern all across the backs, heads, and in some cases sides of everyone present even as it was shot at them slow enough to ignore shield-activation parameters for projectiles as they reacted and moved to cover alongside adjacent vehicles or nearby structural pillars. The substance that coated each and every one of them was an almost painfully-bright lemon-yellow vicious and paint-like fluid that stuck to armor and clothing alike and immediately refused to be removed or wiped off without further spreading it onto hands or wrists.
It also neither burned nor had any discernable effect other than painting them in a glowstick-bright substance.
It was what was not looked for that became readily apparent. The Molly, The Tarsa, all the armors immediately warned of an incredible and intense radiation spike from the substance that right off the bat was making their optics fuzzy and anything short of point-blank laser communication or perhaps telepathy made that much harder as the substance ambient unidentified radiation not only lit them up like candles in the dark garage.
Across the garage, various pops occurred as more and more of the strange radioactive paint was shot out of hidden canisters or small charges and the garage was turned from a dark chokepoint into a blinding luminescent nightclub atmosphere delt a blow to their coordination abilities as various visible-spectrums when cycles through were nullified and even light-enhancement was dimmed by the new source of ambient light pollution as anything short of good, old-fashioned visual identification turned into the equivalent of shining a spotlight in the eyes.
While the past few interactions had been a wild mix of emotions across the spectrum when she spoke again it was still that of a child but the cold monotone inflection was unnerving to hear even as it was distorted by distance and audio interference.
"You won't hurt us." The girl intoned as cold as ice as the garage was painted alive with light.
The doors giving way to sheer aetheric lockpicking measures exposed a dark interior from the external lights cast inside. The dark was easily pierced by means ranging from armored sensors and systems to advanced or inherent vision spectrums native to military bodies and biological advancement. Larger than it seemed on the inside the interior garage spanned a considerable pace enough for large vehicles to move in, dispatch or load cargo or equipment, and easily turn around. While all the interior lighting was cut there was a discernable amount of small-scale vehicles of civilian make having been up-armored and parked asymmetrically across the garage while old crates, debris, and general detritus was scattered about enough to make a normally empty-looking garage having been well lived in at some point by the rebels.
There were various doors across the far end of the garage at least forty meters away and were marked enough to leave their purpose without question as ADMIN, MAINT, STAIRS-AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY, and a large and closed cargo elevator door large enough to fit any of the vehicles past on either side and still have room to spare all awaited them.
The first two were no doubt offices related to the garage operation and the vehicles themselves while the latter two needn't be speculated.
Sweeping inwards Sacres AI took longer than normally should have to respond to a strange encounter. While the surface level of the facility should pose no such interference the rebels clearly had something at play as some type of strange intelligence pervaded the facility's systems. It was not overtly hostile for some reason but was dangerous all the same as simply attempting to interface with it seemed harmless right until it opened itself up and attempted to assimilate and dismantle Aten before it was able to disconnect its attempts.
Moreover, it was foreign in origin. Not originating from the facility or something the native Kodians likely had acess to, but tethered to it from an outside source that had as of yet gone unnoticed by any of the SI of the fleet that would otherwise dominate the electronic theater.
The best way to describe it would be Chaotic. But it did not make overt moves against any of their AI and none of the powered armored individuals noted any cyber attacks on their systems other than noting that Sassas' countermeasures did not cut off its connection.
"Please don't hurt us!" The child's voice shouted at a distance in trade as it echoed from a loudspeaker at the far end of the garage; The sudden interruption caused Sanda to pause and the rest of the team a few steps behind him as they fanned out barely a few paces into the garage.
"We never did anything to you." She declared almost instantly after without so much as a stop for breath, the slam of no doubt a hand echoing through the garage as it slammed on some sort of surface on the other side of the speaker.
And that's when the first bomb went off.
Situated above and behind them, it was not where an attack was expected as the series of daisy-chained charges popped weakly but enough to scatter the luminous-glowing contents in a cone-shaped pattern all across the backs, heads, and in some cases sides of everyone present even as it was shot at them slow enough to ignore shield-activation parameters for projectiles as they reacted and moved to cover alongside adjacent vehicles or nearby structural pillars. The substance that coated each and every one of them was an almost painfully-bright lemon-yellow vicious and paint-like fluid that stuck to armor and clothing alike and immediately refused to be removed or wiped off without further spreading it onto hands or wrists.
It also neither burned nor had any discernable effect other than painting them in a glowstick-bright substance.
It was what was not looked for that became readily apparent. The Molly, The Tarsa, all the armors immediately warned of an incredible and intense radiation spike from the substance that right off the bat was making their optics fuzzy and anything short of point-blank laser communication or perhaps telepathy made that much harder as the substance ambient unidentified radiation not only lit them up like candles in the dark garage.
Across the garage, various pops occurred as more and more of the strange radioactive paint was shot out of hidden canisters or small charges and the garage was turned from a dark chokepoint into a blinding luminescent nightclub atmosphere delt a blow to their coordination abilities as various visible-spectrums when cycles through were nullified and even light-enhancement was dimmed by the new source of ambient light pollution as anything short of good, old-fashioned visual identification turned into the equivalent of shining a spotlight in the eyes.
While the past few interactions had been a wild mix of emotions across the spectrum when she spoke again it was still that of a child but the cold monotone inflection was unnerving to hear even as it was distorted by distance and audio interference.
"You won't hurt us." The girl intoned as cold as ice as the garage was painted alive with light.
