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RP: YSS Kaiyō Mission 32: Uchū Kaubōi

Caldera Base, Level 1
Hangar


The visage of the ID-SOL battered and bleeding but still finding cover and fighting unnerved the NMX. They tightened their resolve, but it was too late for them. William's heavy explosive rounds from his revolver were unstoppable, now, just like their wielder. The first fell while the second that had clipped his leg fell back, behind the console while quickly falling out of cover to take potshots at him.

Level 15

With the terminal fried just as they were making progress, Hoshi did much like Sahty had and diverted her full attention to the attack. Morgana was flanking into the purple Mishhu with heavy high energy shots that he could only deflect half of with his carapace shield. The likes of which Myga had attached herself to and was slipping under. Her knife found purchase on the tentacle, cleaving into it. But he had several tentacles and had already lost his secondary. He was not so quick to lose this one and a series of tentacles wrapped around the knife, her hand, and his gun in one undulating bundle.

Reinforcements were arriving down the strange slide on the wall. Sif was already clipping at him, trying to draw his attention, but he was unwavering and unable to focus on a wholly new foe like that. The SAINT operative arrived too and Hoshi couldn't help but notice a slime on either of them. But her true focus stayed on the fight and getting to the terminal the commander inadvertently guarded. Aiko continuing her assault atop the Mishhuvurthyar and she remembered Molli's earlier attempt at downing the beast. Something sparked something in Hoshi's glittering oceanic eyes before her ICS forced her forward, away from the dead terminal and towards her foe.

"Get on it with Aiko! Drag it into the magma below together!"

The orders held the gritty gallantry unwittingly reserved by captains for when they believe they are giving their final orders of a battle.
 
Caldera Base, Level 1
Hangar

Fire continued to fly back and forth. Five combatants had been downed, but there was one to go. As the last NMX neko took pot shots at William's cover, he reloaded his revolver and drew his second one. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he stepped out from cover.

With each step forward, William fired essentially giving himself his own cover fire. Pain flared from his leg with each step, but the ID-SOL bared his teeth and kept moving forward. Once he was close enough he dropped his revolvers and grabbed his kusarigama. With a roar, he whipped the scythe in a wide arc, aiming to impale the neko on the console.
 
Level 15

Once again, Myga had foolishly engaged a Mishhu in close quarters. It had never gone well for her in this life or the last, but this time, she wasn't afraid. Myga only felt pain and agony in her body, and the calming realization that she could make up for failing Hihja by accomplishing the mission. Rather than fight against the tentacles wrapping around her arm, Myga grabbed hold of more with her free hand and pulled down with all of her might. Though a single neko's strength wasn't enough to overpower this terrifyingly strong monstrosity, maybe Aiko's could tip the balance. From below, the lava's heat coated Myga's back once more, puncturing her back with scalding steam. She wrenched her eyes closed and grit her teeth and fought the urge to pass out.

Myga wasn't sure how she'd free herself before a repeat of the last brush with death, but escaping immolation was the furthest thing from her mind by now.

"Do it!" Myga shouted, in a flood of emotion that had risen past the stoic calm she'd fallen into.
 
Level 15

The order came through, but it gave a momentary pause to Cynea. Drag it into the magma? Surely they weren't thinking of doing a heroic sacrifice now of all times. No, she couldn't let that happen, no matter how desperate the whole situation may seem. And even if they only meant to push them into the molten rock, it'd be too easy to tangle them along as the Mishu sank.

It needed to die before it could think to lock its tendrils around anyone.

Cynea threw down the now-empty impaler rifle as she lifted off the ground to join the pile, but now in her hand was not her secondary, but the business end of the plasma torch she had picked up. She was going to make the Mishu regret ignoring her by shoving the plume of plasma straight to the side of its head. Time to see if their armor is stronger than ship hulls as she aimed to grab a hold of its ridges on its head with her free hand to brace herself against it.
 
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