Zack
Inactive Member
Mr. Brown was the code name given to the ID-Sol copies that worked for the NMX research and development arm called MORGAN. One of which was busy packing explosive materials along with the ID-Cow blood separated out by the Neppies Beef Farm grinder into barrels for distribution around Funky City along with a few other ID-Sol copies.
When another one of the ID-Sol copies arrived, explaining that the Nepleslians were finally sending in their attack unit, this particular Mr. Brown checked his SMG, his supply of grenades, and then went back to work, trying to finish their task before this area was attacked.
When A massive Aggressor power armor crashed in through the elevator and began shooting up the place he dove behind one of the barrels he had been packing. He was certain that the Neps wouldn’t be so careless as to fire at a barrel full of explosives. He primed a grenade and looked over the barrel.
When he saw Naomi firing at the barrel, the last thing going through his head was, “Damnit…”
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Avel’s bolt missiles bounced off the metal plating of the ID-Cow, tearing chunks of flesh out of the creature’s hide as it continued to charge forward. The HPAR had the same effect, tearing chunks of metal and flesh from the creature which didn’t even slow it down.
Phaedra’s line of sight was blocked by Harm and Avel standing in front of her down the hallway. She’d only be able to get off a single shot as Harm moved to one side and Avel turned to try and get out of the way. A large portion of the side of the creature’s head was removed by the attack, but its mass continued forward.
Cedric had a line of sight to the edges of the cow, his mass repeater showering the hallway with rounds that ricocheted around the hallway and occasionally off the shields of the other marines. His plasma grenade ended up falling right at Avel’s feet.
In the next instant the entire hallway heaved upward for a brief moment, then collapsed downward as an explosion tore through the building, causing structural supports to buckle and the entire hallway to tilt downwards. With the entire hallway now slanted, the Id-Cow was having a hard time getting a grip to keep moving forward, and ended up sliding downwards and into the metal teeth of the beef grinder which rapidly tore the creature apart in a red puff of beefy deadness. Cedric’s plasma grenade then detonated, covering the mashing metal teeth with a white hot flame. The rest of the marines were in a similar situation, parts of the building above them were now being supported by heavily damaged pieces of metal, the hallways around then all were slanted downwards toward the feed chute, and below them was the Neppies Beef grinder, which had just survived the exposition that tore the building apart and still easily ripped apart ten tons of beef and metal like it was paper.
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@ Matteo and Naomi
For the two marines on the ground floor the entire world was black aside from a text readout from their power armors.
Sensors Damaged,
Shield Strength at 2%,
Damage Detected… armor plating strength reduced, environmental steal still intact…
The readouts would continue for a while, until finally.
Attempting Auto Repair for sensor systems. Standby.
Their support drones would detach and start hovering directly above their heads. Drei would then patch the sensor data from the drones through to the power armors so that they could have some view of what was going on around them. There was no trace of the ID-Sols they had been fighting. Matteo and Naomi had been fairly successful at hitting their targets, but in a fraction of a second the first exploding barrel set off another, and then another, setting off grenades and explosive materials that were stashed around the room. Pieces of metal support structure were now littered throughout this room and one entire wall was missing, exposing a loading dock area with several flatbed cars each holding a variety of objects covered with tarps. A few ID-Sols were there as well, knocked out by the massive blast. Above them was the rest of the squad, now trapped in a giant funnel that led down into the massive grinding machine.
In addition to loosing the mooneye sensors on their armors, Naomi’s repeater had been damaged beyond repair and Matteo’s HPAR was simply gone, having been tossed through a wall by the force of the explosion.
When another one of the ID-Sol copies arrived, explaining that the Nepleslians were finally sending in their attack unit, this particular Mr. Brown checked his SMG, his supply of grenades, and then went back to work, trying to finish their task before this area was attacked.
When A massive Aggressor power armor crashed in through the elevator and began shooting up the place he dove behind one of the barrels he had been packing. He was certain that the Neps wouldn’t be so careless as to fire at a barrel full of explosives. He primed a grenade and looked over the barrel.
When he saw Naomi firing at the barrel, the last thing going through his head was, “Damnit…”
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Avel’s bolt missiles bounced off the metal plating of the ID-Cow, tearing chunks of flesh out of the creature’s hide as it continued to charge forward. The HPAR had the same effect, tearing chunks of metal and flesh from the creature which didn’t even slow it down.
Phaedra’s line of sight was blocked by Harm and Avel standing in front of her down the hallway. She’d only be able to get off a single shot as Harm moved to one side and Avel turned to try and get out of the way. A large portion of the side of the creature’s head was removed by the attack, but its mass continued forward.
Cedric had a line of sight to the edges of the cow, his mass repeater showering the hallway with rounds that ricocheted around the hallway and occasionally off the shields of the other marines. His plasma grenade ended up falling right at Avel’s feet.
In the next instant the entire hallway heaved upward for a brief moment, then collapsed downward as an explosion tore through the building, causing structural supports to buckle and the entire hallway to tilt downwards. With the entire hallway now slanted, the Id-Cow was having a hard time getting a grip to keep moving forward, and ended up sliding downwards and into the metal teeth of the beef grinder which rapidly tore the creature apart in a red puff of beefy deadness. Cedric’s plasma grenade then detonated, covering the mashing metal teeth with a white hot flame. The rest of the marines were in a similar situation, parts of the building above them were now being supported by heavily damaged pieces of metal, the hallways around then all were slanted downwards toward the feed chute, and below them was the Neppies Beef grinder, which had just survived the exposition that tore the building apart and still easily ripped apart ten tons of beef and metal like it was paper.
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@ Matteo and Naomi
For the two marines on the ground floor the entire world was black aside from a text readout from their power armors.
Sensors Damaged,
Shield Strength at 2%,
Damage Detected… armor plating strength reduced, environmental steal still intact…
The readouts would continue for a while, until finally.
Attempting Auto Repair for sensor systems. Standby.
Their support drones would detach and start hovering directly above their heads. Drei would then patch the sensor data from the drones through to the power armors so that they could have some view of what was going on around them. There was no trace of the ID-Sols they had been fighting. Matteo and Naomi had been fairly successful at hitting their targets, but in a fraction of a second the first exploding barrel set off another, and then another, setting off grenades and explosive materials that were stashed around the room. Pieces of metal support structure were now littered throughout this room and one entire wall was missing, exposing a loading dock area with several flatbed cars each holding a variety of objects covered with tarps. A few ID-Sols were there as well, knocked out by the massive blast. Above them was the rest of the squad, now trapped in a giant funnel that led down into the massive grinding machine.
In addition to loosing the mooneye sensors on their armors, Naomi’s repeater had been damaged beyond repair and Matteo’s HPAR was simply gone, having been tossed through a wall by the force of the explosion.
