RP: YSS Kaiyō Mission 32: Uchū Kaubōi

Caldera Base, Level 1
Abandoned Hallway

William boxed in the bellowing steer and sent the cattle onwards. At Sif verbal reply, the ID-SOL turned towards the opened door. He gave a wolfish grin as he realized the Overseer was there. "Oh ho! The Overseer who is enthralled by my raw masculine musk." The Captain spun and lofted his massive revolver. "Too bad thralls aren't my type. See you in hell!" He yelled as he unleashed a salvo of explosive rounds back towards the open door. Once he had emptied the first revolver he spurred his steed onwards. The stallion whinnied, rearing up before chasing after the cattle. His destination, the starport.

Caldera Base, Level 15

Peering past Myga in the vent Sahty couldn't help but grin. The information Hoshi relayed back to the rest of the group was pleasing to her. No nekos to worry about. She had no qualms about firing on Mishhuvurthyar, especially after her close encounter in the elevator. She would be sure to be mindful of her distance this time however. Being swung around by mishhu tentacles once was enough.

Exiting the venting with a slow spin to orientate herself, Sahty took a position above Hoshi and Myga. Using her inertial controls she propelled herself slightly forward of Hoshi and Myga, finding a perch roughly near the top one of the server cylinders. With her inertials holding her in place, Sahty looked backwards and below towards Myga and Hoshi. Silently she watched their interaction, waiting for a signal as to which of the two mishhu to engage.

Caldera Base, Level 1
Abandoned Hallway

Cynea wanted to hear the Overseer out. Rough as the current situation was, there was a chance that she was genuine, but William was not entertaining the idea and shot until his gun was empty. If Charbon wasn't hostile before, then she sure as hell was now, if she didn't die in that barrage.

"That could have been our out," Cynea cursed under her breath before taking off in William's direction. If Charbon wasn't alone in that room, then whoever was inside with her would surely return fire, and she had to run before they did. "We're going to have to go back if this way is a dead end." The infiltrator looked to the SAINT agent, remembering that she's supposed to lead them to the starport. "This isn't leading to a dead end, right?"

Caldera Base, Level 15

Aiko quickly thumbed a couple of plasma shells into her revolver after Hoshi signaled there were enemies ahead, replacing a couple of the six-shooter's rounds with fresh ones from her leather ammo belt. She'd originally loaded all six chambers with light ammo, but now chose to slot in two standard rounds into the pistol's cylinder. It'd give her four hefty shots at the waiting Mishhuvurthyar, and would hopefully be enough to crack its shell. That'd be far preferable to peppering her mark and hope that a hail of less powerful gunfire did the trick.

Had Aiko given the orders, she'd have told the squad to concentrate on a single Advanced Type first to bring it down before moving on to the other. But the princess understood her task as the last one to drop into the server bay, and would make the most of the situation by occupying the secondary Mishhu beast's attention while the bulk of her group concentrated on the first. In any case, there was precious little time to adjust the plan in motion.

So Aiko hovered silently out from the ventilation duct on the heels of her friends, touched down onto the deck with her cowboy boots and began walking a line toward where the farther-off Mishhvurthyar was about to reemerge into view after slipping behind the server tower that briefly obscured it.

Her revolver already in-hand at her right hip with her left hand poised close above to fan its hammer, Aiko fired that old single action pistol as soon as she had the shot. Hoshi didn't say to wait, she'd only commanded them to clear the obstacles. Two bluish-white fireballs barked out from her gun's muzzle in rapid succession and then paused for a breath while the princess adjusted the revolver's cylinder back two advancements so that the powerful standard rounds could shoot again. Which she did, emptying another pair of shots as her heavy boot heels clunked across the hard organic floor.

Two seconds was all it took for Aiko to fire four times. After that, she took a moment to slide into cover, coolly rolling her back around one of the grotesque server nodules that seemingly grew up and out directly from the ground. As she went, Aiko ejected the two spent plasma shells and let them swirl smoking to the deck. She then slotted in their replacements and pressed the revolver's cylinder shut, pulling her fingers across it so it spun clicking in the gun's frame.