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Sassas' attempts to burn off the sticky neon stuff seemed to just cake it on and make glow brighter.
Sassas attempts to remove the neon paint from her daisy caused more damage to her suits armor, than the actual paint itself. The spots she managed to burn away left the surrounding paint glowing brighter than it had to begin with. Giving the impression that she had some small, very bright neon pimples on her armor now.System Material Exploitation and Recovery Center
White Ridge
Gashmere
Sassa frowned, seeing that her efforts weren't immediately helpful and only seemed to turn the slime into a caked solid on her armor, making it glow brighter in the process. However, the Infantry Nekovalkyrja wasn’t quite ready to relent. A solid, caked substance would likely be easier to cut off than a sticky, slimy one. Accordingly, Sassa willed a solid volumetric knife into existence via her Molly’s photonics array, before committing herself to the task of attempting to cut the now caked-on solid away, now that it seemed like the substance was no longer a slime.
All the while, Sassa kept herself behind cover as she worked, hoping to cut the sludge away from her armor’s weapons, optics, and audio reception systems as first priority before anything else, in the hopes of restoring the clarity of her senses.
//This is Hall-Hei. I’m in one piece, but my sensors are messy. Trying to fix it.// Sassa transmitted in response to the Freespacer’s status check. //I’ve deactivated my jammers, as well. It’s just compromising our communications and they don’t seem to be working.// The Infantry Nekovalkyrja added, a slight frown coming over her features as she did. She left it unsaid that it was getting to the point where it seemed like nothing she or anyone else did was working or having any apparent effect beyond making the situation worse. Morale was already bad enough as it was.
On cue, Sassa linked back up with the rest of the Task Force, dedicating an instance of her digital mind to continuing to attempt cleaning her armor, while another processed Sanda’s orders. The more of the radioactive substance she could (hopefully) get off, the higher her combat effectiveness would be, so Sassa didn’t neglect the task. Simultaneously, the Infantry Nekovalkyrja linked her timer to Sanda’s, so that she could stay in sync with the designated commander of the operation.
Then, after the Nepleslian concluded the briefing, Sassa immediately flew into motion via her armor's ICFS, positioning herself close to the two soldiers who were on point as they moved towards the entrance to the elevator.
//Ready and on station.// She transmitted. //Let’s make this one count.//
The head of the Kodian Power armor turned sideways. If Aliset could see the Kodian inside, she would see his eyes narrow, and the tongue hang over the side of his jaw. "What in the actual fuck are you doing? Do you want to stay here and die? If so let me know so I can leave.""I surrendcer" Aliset spoke in rapid fire Kodian, coughing slightly as she cut herself free of the sled and resheathed her knife. A gentle push sent her towards the power armored individual, crossing her legs and interlacing her fingers on top of her helmet before speaking again in Trade. "I was trying to stabilize the docks and then it took a major hit and I was disconnected from the main station. I did everything I could, I was about to launch a last ditch solution, but going with you is a much better option. I don't know how many are on this vessel. I think I was the only one they sent."
"Nonthreatening posture. My gir--Fiance taught it to me." She shook her head, correcting herself as she unfolded her hands and approached a bit more rapidly until she was in easy reach. "What's going on out there?"The head of the Kodian Power armor turned sideways. If Aliset could see the Kodian inside, she would see his eyes narrow, and the tongue hang over the side of his jaw. "What in the actual fuck are you doing? Do you want to stay here and die? If so let me know so I can leave."
The Kodian reached down and grabbed one of Alisets outstretched arms, hoisting her up through the torn hull. She saw what seemed to be a hatchway into...nothing. A ship using some kind of optical camouflage obviously. That's when her suit warned her that her neck seal had been penetrated. As her hands reached up to try and reseal it, a power armored kodian fist slammed into the suits visor. Fissures of atmosphere erupted from the visor as she began to black out. The last thing she saw as the kodian dragged her towards the hatch was the sun rising over the edge of Gashmere...."Nonthreatening posture. My gir--Fiance taught it to me." She shook her head, correcting herself as she unfolded her hands and approached a bit more rapidly until she was in easy reach. "What's going on out there?"
"And as I sing this song, you'll feel your heart grow cold..."
Sassa's lighting fast blasts impacted all four of the wasp's nearly simultaneously. As they impacted each of the artificial creatures, the energy cells powering them exploded. The energy washed over the team as if 4 plasma grenades had detonated in their midst. (Tier 4)System Material Exploitation and Recovery Center
White Ridge
Gashmere
Sassa’s perception of time went cold, stretching out to a crawl as she kicked her digital mind into overdrive so that she could better process the chaotic scene that had fallen over the parking garage, while also boosting her reflexes and mental processing speed. Prioritizing the robotic wasp attacking Zanven first, Sassa leveled her arm towards the wasp on top of the Keiko, before firing a burst of two beams out from the forearm aether plasma gun on her left arm, aimed to strike the artificial insectoid in its head with no shortage of prejudice. Then, Sassa snapped her sights onto the wasps firing on Zanven, Sanda, and Miko, simultaneously designating the hostile drones as targets in her HUD in the process. Using the forearm aether plasma gun on her right arm, she delivered a quick salvo of beams towards the thoraxes of the assailing wasps just a half-second after her initial burst, intending to cut the drones down from the air in short, surgical order.
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