Keziah's landing obscured her from the Unique's lines of fire, causing them to quickly scramble in hopes of ascertaining their victims condition. The three Uniques on the top of the vessel hurried to the side of the vessel, leaping down just in time to join up with their lone comrade already on the deck flooring. They landed with a hard thud, but seemed largely unaffected by the extreme fall By that time, Cyril had managed to pull Keziah over behind one of the large cargo containers...but not without garnering the Unique's attentions as they caught site of him ducking out of view.
The Uniques began exchanging tactical hand signals, silently splitting up and advancing upon the crate from both sides.
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Stovaa's outrageous cry was enough of a warning to cause the Uniques advancing through the hallway to uniformly huddle low against the two sides of the hallway. From there, the four Uniques continued to slowly move forward, despite the hail of weapon fire pouring down towards them.
While Stovaa's spraying technique yielded little more than a colorful lightshow, the rest of the team firing with more precision brought about mixed results. The plasma rounds seemed only mildly effective at first, they spread pattern landing on the Uniques at the front and glancing off of their silvery armorsuits. This caused the warrior women to bring their arms up to cover themselves, the thicker plating across their forearms providing a makeshift cover to their bodies as they crouched, crawling further along. Deacon's and Speedy's HHGs, however, provided some interesting reactions; the large-caliber rounds from the NAM handgun hit the foremost Unique dead-center, putting a visible dent in the chestplate and knocking the woman back on her rear. Were it not for her comrade advancing behind her propping her back up, she would have been laid out completely.
About halfway down the hallway, the other Uniques behind their lone advancing comrade all jumped up in practiced unison, returning fire with their weapons in short, controlled bursts. Luckily for the CSS team, most of the weapons were of small caliber and somewhat ineffective against their own armorsuits; the force was enough to crack the armored lining and leave some hefty bruising, but continued trauma would no doubt lead to penetration of the worst type.
The Unique Captain Bell, however, wielded a xaser pistol, firing it with skilled accuracy towards Deacon, Noboru and Scarlet while the rest of her time blanketed the opposing doorway with their own weapon fire.
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"Override the door?" Dick said offhandedly, most of his concentration laid on the panels and computers in front of him as he monitored the progression of the plasma canister potency. "I'm not sure...you'd need somebody with a lot of knowledge in electrical working, the panels aren't exactly user-friendly."
"It will take another minute or two to get this container in working order," the Administrator declared in a loud voice, his eyes not wavering from the screens. "I hope you all have decided who's taking the shot!"
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Deacon, Noboru and the rest who followed the Kohanian across the hall into the opposing room settled into the doorway marked "Assembly Area". The marker above the doorway wasn't far from the truth; the room was a single large area, most of the space taken up by large machinery, conveyor belts and mechanical assembly devices. While the machinery was all running, humming loudly and parts whirring, there was nothing being produced. The maze of machinery was sparse enough to travel through (albeit highly unsafe, given the nature and purpose of the devices), the only clear-cut paths visible to them being the one leading back into the Unique-infested hallway, and a single metal walkway leading to the back of the room, to a closed bulkhead doorway.
