Sirris VI
Obsidian City
Jacky's appartement
There were tired thuds of footsteps in the hallway that connected all of the apartments on this floor, heavy footfalls that stopped just outside the room of one Jacky Pine - the sounds of keys rattling into the mechanism before a satisfying click signalled the mechanism had been successfully unlocked, "I'm going to be so sore tomorrow... mind if I grab first shower?" the tallest clone of Fenrir asked quietly as she bumped the door open with one wide hip, holding it open for her shorter sister before tossing the keys over to a nearby bowl, the rabbits foot attached to them sailing through the air before they landed with a slight clatter and settled.
Jacky's apartment was nice but still mostly stock despite her having moved in a little while back, there were some bits of modern art hanging off the walls and a basket of clean laundry next to the couch in the livingroom that needed to be folded but otherwise the place was pretty void of character - funnily enough it spoke a lot to the faux-white haired girl's internal struggles and slight identity crisis but as she stood there in her oversized basketball shorts over some compression leggings and gym shoes, with a hoodie covering the tall clone's ripped upper body she had nothing but a tired expression from all the working out and a slight smile from being in the presence of Lynn.
"You do you, sis," Lynn answered in response, stretching her shoulder as Jacky went to unlock the door. Before tossing her head back. Wearing a fur-coated zip-up over the otherwise light tanktop she wore for all manners of excercise. It was a matter of not letting muscles cool down too rapidly for Lynn, it was detrimental for those. Though as she walked in, Lynn exhaled a soft breath and kicked her shoes off. Proceeding to undo the cord of her sweatpants before tossing them aside. With a soft thump, she practically dropped herself in the sofa, letting out a soft breath as her muscles still ached with the burn of extertion.
Leaning her arms up, she tossed her head back and let out a soft breath. "You made it pretty cosy since I last was here," Lynn complimented with a passing glance of Jacky's form, who no doubt was moving for the shower.
"Thanks... just trying to add a little bit here and there you know~?" the larger girl mused back happily as she dragged the black hoodie off to expose the white t-shirt underneath, complete with very visibly muscled arms sticking out the sleeves and the swell of her chest filling it out before the item of discarded clothing was dumped on a nearby table and shoes were set next to the door.
"Anyway... showers then we can watch Ace Defective 2, sound like a plan?" Jacky reiterated, moving to plant her hands on the back of the couch and lean down to look at Lynn's relaxed pose across the sofa, brows creasing out of concern as the damaged tissue across Lynn's arms was noticed again, "...or if you want to just talk, then that is good too."
Lynn seemed to beat Jacky to the punch. Content to switch on the TV on, idly zapping through channels, before glancing over at Jacky as she spoke again. Lowering the volume enough to stimulate proper conversation. Pushing the round-framed glasses up her nose, before letting out a soft murmur. In particular at the confrontation that no doubt would be started now. She followed Jacky's gaze and flinched. Lowering her arms ever so slightly to hide the scarred skin against the sofa. "Nah-... Just TV is fine," she murmured, lowering her gaze, clearly an attempt at avoiding eye contact.
"Alright... tv works then~ I'll be quick," J sighed, ruffling her sister's silvery locks before moving into the bathroom and shutting the door with a click, it wasn't too long before humming could be heard and steam escaped through a small crack in the door - billowing out into the main living room only to be carried away by the ventillation system's silent fans.
Jacklynn let out a soft, yet appreciative murmur as Jacky passed a ruffle through her gunmetal grey mane. Before forcing herself to focus again. Hearing the soft humming with a faint grin, before zapping through channels again. A slight grimace as she adjusted her position, before moving to grasp whatever she sat down on top off. Pulling up a rather large jockstrap. A frown passing across her face, before she shrugged and tossed it to the side. Investing little thought into it as why this was in Jacky's place.
Something she'd ask later. Possibly to avert attention from the scars Jacky had obviously seen.
As Miss J had announced it was indeed a quick shower, the water stopping and a short moment for the clone to dry herself before Jacky emerged in a pair of baggy tracksuit pants and a tank top that hugged her slightly damp skin, a hairbrush running through the bleached hair as she moved back over to the couch to sit on the arm near Lynn's feet, "Ahhh that was good... your turn, sis," she mused happily, mismatching eyes widening a bit as the material of a jockstrap was felt against her foot before it was quickly swept away under the couch without a word.
"Sure thing~" Lynn chimed, chipper as ever. Getting to her feet and passing Jacky, handing her the remote before softly tapping her shoulder as she passed. Strong legs with visible muscle carrying her into the bathrooms. Albeit with a slight limp due to the weights she had pushed. It was her leg day, after all.
Soon, the sound of water running filled the apartment again. And where Jacky hummed under the shower, Lynn imagined herself as the vocalist of one or another metal band whilst she showered. Deep grunts and piq squeals resounding from the bathroom as she rinsed herself.
The remote was accepted with a smile and placed down as Jacky waited for her sister to exit the room, taking this opportunity to stow away the discarded undergarment in her pocket before returning to running that brush through her hair - watching a news channel idle in the background as a small and sudden chill ran down the girl's spine, unexpected but something that passed quick thankfully as the brush found a knot in her hair.
Lynn's rather hellish sounds seemed to halt for a moment. Mayhaps telltale about the looming storm? A soft coughing resounded, before the Fenrir clone doubled the effort to imitate the music she was so passionate about.
Though, just like that, a loud thump resounded. Before a slam against Jacky's front door. Forceful enough to have the thing fly from it's hinges. Two figures stepping inside, toting fully automatic weaponry. Only a split-second to respond before the silenced thumping began to break loose. An indiscriminate attack that not only shot up Jacky's appartement, but one deliberately difficult to get away from.
Jacky's head snapped towards the door the moment it was kicked in, brush still tangled in her hair as the girl's already pale expression got moreso, barely enough time for her brain to process it all before the gunfire started up and the large clone threw herself back behind the hard-backed Section 6 branded couch - she could feel something cold, and then the sensation of something warm running down her shoulder but Jacky was too focused on reaching down under the couch for her lever action rifle and sending off a message to her showering sister.
[Two intruders, front door, grab the carbine from next to my bed!] Jacky mentally yelled, finally gripping the trusty metal handle as the rifle was checked and then cocked, the clone staying low for fear of losing her head - hoping the lack of sight on her might play to the large girl's advantage.
The two intruders seemed to split up from eachother ever so slightly. One focusing down Jacky as bullets ripped away at the sofa. The other seemed to know that Lynn was also present, laying down fire through the bathroom door. Almost rendering it to splinters.
[Jacky - I'm hit. I... I- can make it to the bedroom... But fuck...- my leg.]
It was a stray that got to her. Piercing through the door and shattering the glass panel she was behind. Before the bullet deeply embedded itself in her flesh. The Jane clone had managed to jump for cover behind the toilet, using a towel to keep it from bleeding too much, before crawling over to Jacky's bedroom. Bullets whistling overhead as she went. Though when she pushed the door open, she pulled herself up on the bed, grabbing the carbine, before moving over to Jacky's closet. Ripping it open to get one of her hoodies and put it on. She was still wet, so she could get way too cold way too quick. And a shivering hand wasn't too helpful when shooting.
The gunfire ceased as the attackers exchanged looks with eachother. Before the chime of two magazines hitting the ground resounded. A split second later, a magazine slapped in and the spring cocked. "Check her, I'll check the bathroom for that smaller bitch," one of the two offered. Trimming his gun on Jacky's last known location. Same as his colleague.
[Hang tight sis... you've got one coming for you, I'll try to get their attention] Jacky spoke back, no concern for her own flesh wound but the worry for her smaller twin's own injury was prevalent even in the mental message as J steeled herself - gripping the now-clammy metal a little tighter with each approaching footstep before throwing herself to the side, four quick squeezes of the trigger and four subsequent cycles of the lever as Jacky's side slammed into the carpeted floor and unloaded half her tube up towards the aggressor's center of mass.
If she only had managed to swipe a bottle of deodorant and Jacky's hairdryer, she'd give the fuck what it was in for. But sadly, she had little time to actually do such. [G-got'cha. Fuck-... I'm bleeding all over your nice carpet- heh.]
She heard the noise of a different caliber going off and realized Jacky had gone on to fight. The aggressor that was moving to the bath room, swiveled on their feet, bringing up the rifle to answer Jacky's volley, which effectively damaged her target. Collapsing to the floor with a loud clunking.
Lynn pushed herself up, before throwing her full weight against the bedroom door, crashing back in the living room with the carbine raised. Two silenced shots ringing out before the gun was ripped from their attacker by Lynn's gunfire. The figure brandished a knife and dashed over to Lynn, aiming to plunge it in her neck. Uncaring for Lynn's bullets, some seemed to eve ricochet off of him.
Jacky saw her target hit the ground and was already moving one leg up to get just enough leverage for the clone to perform a tight roll, knee pressing into the downed figure's chest but her focus was entirely on lining up her sights with the intruder still charging Lynn - it was a risky shot no doubt but surely even riskier to not take it right? the world seemed to slow down like everything was drowned in glucose syrup as a moment of doubt seeded in her mind.
What if she missed? What if she hit Lynn? What if~
Almost as if somebody else had squeezed down on her trigger finger, the shot was made, a 6mm rifle round spiralling through the air and a clone hoping like hell she had made the right call.
"Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-..." Lynn cussed under her breath as she saw the charging form and the flash of a knife. Though another shot of Jacky's lever-action rung through the appartement again. The form crashing down against the wall, clattering on the floor. Lynn glanced at Jacky, letting out a pained grunt as she crawled over. "We gotta get out of here, Jacky, warn people," she croaked as she got close enough to the sofa to pull herself up. "My leg's a fucking bust."
J kept her rifle trained on the body for a moment or two longer after it had fallen, a rather cold and calculating look in the normally shy and quiet clone's heterochromatic eyes that faded back to their usual appearance when drifting over to the sight of Lynn, "We do... but we can't do that with you bleeding everywhere~" the taller girl thought for a moment as she moved closer, stepping on the neck of the first corpse with a casually sickening crunch as their neck broke under her weight.
"...come with me, I'll get my hair straightener and then we can bind it up with the medkit in my bathroom~" Jacky suggested, moving to support Lynn's weight and help her back into the bathroom, seeing as they couldn't just do it out in the open due to a lack of door to protect them.
"Fuck," Lynn grunted again as she pushed herself up on the sofa. Pulling up the carbine again. "Not the bathroom," she protested with a faint breath, picking one of glass shards in her arm out. "Get me a spare magazine, I'll watch the door when you work," the smaller of the two suggested. "Also, bring me a battery, hairdryer and the biggest fucking can of deodorant you can find."
"~Alright," J responded after a brief moment of inner contemplation of whether or not to go along with it, but time was a luxury the girl's could not afford, so without any resistance Jacky reached across to her backpack and passed Lynn two magazines before retreating into the bathroom - connecting to the emergency services number before it cut out, so she tried a few more times and got the same result before checking social media and sure enough it seemed like their connection had just been severed.
"Lynn... comms just went down, looks like it is just us~" the larger clone spoke back into the living room, sweeping through draws and cupboards to find what she needed.
"Fuck," Lynn cussed yet again as she glanced up at Jacky. "If we can get to my place - we can hunker down with the turrets. They're still prototypes, but I'm pretty sure they'll fuckin' fire," she answered in response. Before pushing herself up and dragging herself to the far corner of the room. Accepting the magazines. Ejecting the one she previously unloaded, pushing a new one in and pushing the third in one of the hoodie's pockets. Putting herself up straight, she raised the rifle again and held it trimmed on the door.
A frown danced across Jacky's features as she returned to see Lynn had repositioned despite being injured, but with a bundle of supplies in one arm and a pair of shorts in the other she squatted down to take a look at the towel-wrapped leg, seemingly having forgotten about her heterochromatic eyes that the girl made such an effort to hide.
"Your place it is~ my hound is parked out back, so I'll fireman's carry you down the fire escape incase more are out front," she began planning, an apologetic wince as the towel was carefully removed from Lynn's latest wound.
Lynn glanced at Jacky as she approached, before refocussing on the door again. A determined look crossing her face - one Jacky wouldn't have seen before. She would've seen Lynn serious and that was off-putting in and of itself. Though this time, she seemed to lack any kind of emotion. No fear, no anger. Just cold determination. "Alright," she muttered, before whincing in pain as Jacky removed the towel.
Grasping at the empty magazine, she held it up with a soft breath. "Whenever you decide to burn that motherfucker shut, tell me. I don't need no countdowns - just tell me right before you're going to do it," she requested, before placing the empty magazine between her teeth.
She took some time to carefully inspect the wound while the hair-straightener's coils heated up, setting aside some gauze and antiseptic with a frown as no exit wound was found - "Alright... looks like it is still in there~ but this will have to do for now, I'm sorry for this~" was the only warning given before J clamped down on her sister's wirey leg with one strong hand and used the other to quickly scorch the wound - holding down Lynn's other foot with one shin to avoid getting kicked as the smell of burnt flesh graced her nostrils.
There was a veritable grinding and crackling of metal as Jacky apologized and drove the hair-straightener down against the wound. A stifled grunting and muffled screaming being blocked by the magazine in her mouth as Lynn bit down for dear life. Making sure to focus on the pain of her protesting jaw muscles, rather than the horrid scent of burning flesh and the white-hot pain that coursed up from her leg. Her eyelid twitched momentarily as she fought hard against passing out from the pain. Though she managed to hold on to her consciousness, albeit barely. The adrenaline more than just helped.
Jacky was as quick as she could be about it, lifting away the hot object and replacing it with the stinging sensation of damp gauze that was then wrapped with an elastic bandage to keep in in place - once that was all out of the way she looked back up at Lynn's pained expression with an equally apologetic one, she really hated having to do that but it was what needed to be done.
"You good?"
Lynn thumped her head against the wall repeatedly as Jacky lifted the hair-straightener again. Pulling away some of the skin, it'd be one nasty burn, but it was colaterral at this point. The stinging sensation of the damp guaze caused Lynn to bite down even harder. White pulses ripping at the corners of her sight. Though she spat out the magazine, before glancing at Jacky. "Fuckin' peachy." She responded with a faint grin.
Her sister nodded and then revealed the pair of Gym shorts that had been grabbed earlier, shimmying back a little and gesturing for Lynn to lift her bare legs a little, "Okay... we'll get you into these and then get going... objections?"
"None at all," Lynn croaked with a gentle breath. "We get to my place, we barricade the door. I get those turrets in place and we wait until this shitstorm's over," she murmured, closing her eyes with a soft breath, lifting her legs with a pained and shaky breath. "Let's go."
"Alright, good~" J reaffirmed, helping her sister back into the recently-discarded gym shoes and a pair of her own baggy shorts before standing up from her squat - finally remembering there was a hairbrush in her hair before that was tossed off to the side, moving to help Lynn up and place a small lackey band in her hand, using another to do up her own hair to keep it out of her eyes.
"Should take... no longer than fourty five seconds to get down both ladders and to my car... I know how your nerves can get during combat but - I need to know you've got my back, alright?" she spoke, a very different side of Jacky that was usually tucked away behind her armour now slipping through as she pulled into boots and then retrieved spare mag tubes from under the couch - being tucked into a pocket of her sweatpants as a hand was offered to Lynn.
Lynn took the hand and nodded. Glancing at her rifle, before grunting out in pain as she was supported by Jacky. "This ain't my first rodeo," she answered with a grin, before cracking her neck. Delighting in the relieved popping, before scraping her throat. "I've got your back sis - always do," Lynn concluded, before whincing once again. "Let's go. We're running down the clock here. You just make sure you don't go deaf and that I don't knock you on your ass with recoil."
"Just making sure..." Jacky reaffirmed as she shrugged into her hoodie and backpack before finally moving down to lift Lynn, bending over to put her sister's core over one shoulder before the taller girl leant back and tried to make the process as comfortable as possible - one hand securing Lynn's body as the other readied her lever action, gently pushing through their back door with her shoulder as both girls now found themselves on the fire escape, chilled night air bitning into their exposed flesh a little though this seemed to worry Jacky little as she looked around, letting Lynn watch her back and after a moment of reconnaisance they descended to the parking lot.
Rubberised soles hit the ground and the lever action was raised once more, Jacky moved with purpose towards the hound though was still careful to clear her sectors, whispering a quiet, "Clear so far... how are you holding up?"
A soft, pained grunt came from Lynn as Jacky lifted her up into the fireman's grapple. The carbine she had was held on to for dear life. And once settled on her larger sister's back, the safety flicked off again. Lynn pulled the pulley back, holding the rifle up as Jacky moved about. It seemed to be an eerie quiet. Not a single soul on the street. Lynn was also watching her sectors, covering Jacky's back as they moved around. "Absolutely fucked," Lynn answered with a soft breath. "I'm try'na not pass out, it's getting real hard, though. Just gotta get them turrets working, then I can go sleep."
"Just do what you can, it's all I can ask~" Jacky agreed as they moved past a few cars to get to her hound, rifle being rested against the wheel arch as Jacky fiddled with the biometric lock and the passenger-side door popped open with a satisfying pop, one that promised safety once they were inside its armoured embrace.
She moved around to the drivers's door with her rifle and was about to hop in when something occured to the Jane, so instead she paused and informed Lynn, "...hold it for a second, I need to check something," she spoke before ducking down to check the underside of the car, if these guys were as swift as they had been when entering the building then it was likely any potential car-bomb would be easy enough to spy.
Lynn seemed to grunt with each step Jacky took. A shiver traveling through her. She seemed to have grown much paler than before. Cold sweat on her brow and another shiver crawling down her spine. She gave a faint nod towards Jacky. Huffing out a soft breath.
Though as Jacky checked for the bomb, she could make out something that wasn't right underneath the car. It warranted more investigation.
Though as she checked, a dark figure snuck up just a few vehicles away. Clad in the same robes. A shivering Lynn's gaze fell to him, pulling up the riffle, she took a deep breath, before three well placed shots popped from the passenger's side. Causing the figure to drop with a loud clunk. A soft thunk of Jacky's carbine hitting the ground as Lynn grew even too weak to hold on now.
Jacky's mind immediately made the darkest connection it could, gunfire... Lynn dropping the gun... she popped back up with every intention to find her twin's bloodied corpse but instead a sigh of relief left F-23's throat as she saw Lynn didn't appear to have any more bullet holes riddling her body, but Jacky still moved around to hand her sister back the carbine and make sure she was secured before reaching across to turn the heating on, "Nice shot sis... lets get you home~" Jacky promised, pressing a kiss into her sister's forehead before shutting the door and moving back around to hop into the driver's door and start the hound up properly - a sideways glance to the brick she had found taped to the car's underside and quickly discarded before beginning to reverse out of the parking space.
"Thanks," Lynn answered with quivering lips as the carbine was securely placed in her lap. Giving her sister a weak nod, Lynn rested her head back against the seat. Several beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. Though the Jane clone reminded herself to switch the safety on. Lynn sent a weak glance out of the window before Jacky kicked the vehicle into gear and drove off. Headed for her own apartment.
There was a stretch of silence as they drove, Jacky casting a glance across to her sister's paled features each time they drove under a street light and she felt terrible to see Lynn this way, she had to say something - to ensure Lynn didn't pass out just yet and so after a minute or two Jacky spoke up, "...guessing... guessing you threw that thing on the floor, huh~?" she began with a gulp, if not Lynn then who?
"W-... What thing?" Lynn questioned as each streetlight they passed was a painful stinging in her eyes. Too bright, it was all a blur for her. But she had to hold on, Jacky didn't know how to set the promised turrets up, let alone properly interface, add bio-signatures and such. She had to hold on.
"...the jockstrap?" Jacky simply asked as the car turned, her foot pressing a little further down onto the accelerator as they hit another straight stretch of road, the worry in her heterochromatic features evident.
Lynn couldn't help but let out a faint chuckle. Before exhaling a shakey breath. "Y-... Yeah, that yours? Or y'ain't gay?" The Fenrir clone quested with a faint grin, before letting out a strained cough.
"Yeah it~it's mine... and I can assure you I am very much gay... ask Orias tomorrow if you want~" Jacky smirked back a little with flushed cheeks as Lynn's apartment pulled into view down the end of the street.
"Alright," Lynn asked with a breathy, ragged chuckle. "You fucked the queen? I'm-..." another coughing fit as her eyes slowly slid shut. "Damn - you got a dick," she added with yet another ragged chuckle.
"Yeah... it puts a few things into perspective, no~?" Jacky queried as she began slowing down to turn into Lynn's driveway, "...I trust you to not let everyone know... but I'm glad I can tell you, Lynn~" she finished, a warm little smile and a happy blush though concern for the smaller woman still more than prevalent.
"Yeah, also pisses me off-..." Lynn answered with a faint cough, before offering Jacky a faint grin. "Haven't even gotten a guy to look at me," the Fenrir clone answered with a soft yet pained cough again. "No worries, though."
"Trust me... wasn't something I planned, Orias was just~" Jacky smiled a little as she stopped the car, "...Orias~ we'll find you a lucky guy some day~ but for now we go inside, and maybe put on some chill music while you set up the turrets?" the taller clone spoke, popping her neck a little before grabbing her bag, gun and moving around Lynn's side once more.
"If I make it through this - heh," Lynn answered, eyes sliding shut slowly. "Fuck - Jacky, I hope she was a good fuck, because these might be my last words," she added with a grin. Popping the door open, holding the carbine up.
Jacky put a hand on Lynn's shoulder before speaking, looking deep into her purple eyes with Jacky's own blue and red orbs to get across just how serious she was being, "Lynn... you might have a bullet in you but it luckily didn't bleed much... you're going to live~ and the worst thing you might have to deal with is a week of antibiotics from my shoddy work alright... just trust me on this?" she promised, not yet hoisting Lynn out as a few of the many scars on Jacky's body shon in the moonlight.
Lynn glanced over to meet Jacky's eyes, before shaking her head. "I think-... These ain't normal bullets," Lynn answered with a faint smirk, before shaking her head. Grunting in pain as her sister hoisted her up again. "Come on, get me inside - I'll get the turrets running, then I can pass out."
"Inside we go then~" Jacky nodded before finally hoisting Lynn onto one shoulder carefully, carrying the smaller girl to her house with a small murmur of, "...if uh, if you did want to know though... it was pretty good~"
The Fenrir clone grunted out in pain as she was hoisted up Jacky's shoulders again. Though her eyes shot open, the adrenaline flooding her system causing a much needed second wind. "I said I hoped - I didn't wanna know," Lynn retorted with a faint grin.
"S-sorry, sorry~ I'm new to all this sharing stuff..." Jacky trailed off as she turned to let Lynn unlock the door, watching the eerily empty streets and hoping the gunfire in the distance meant their side was going alright.
Lynn leaned down to press her hand against the biometric scanner, the door to the lounge sliding open. "Third floor," Lynn grunted. "Stairs, they might've rigged the elevators," she added, with a pained breath.
"My thoughts too~" Jacky nodded before slowly moving in, rifle ready to meet any resistance that might come their way
Lynn pointed her gun towards the top of each flight of stairs as Jacky moved, making sure to use her advantageous position on top of Jacky the most. The stairwell seemed clear, though as Jacky opened the door, be it normal or kicking, there were two dark figures at the end of the hall, fiddling with the biometric scanner of a door. Lynn was first to send several shots over to them, at the same time, she shouted; "Down the right hall, left, get into the cleaning cupboard!"
Jacky sent two of her own shots off before calling back , "On it~!", her legs pushing off to bolt down the right hall, then left to where Lynn said the cleaning cupboard would be? The weight of an additional person, especially one as proporionately smaller as Lynn, made little difference to Jacky's muscled body as she moved - powerful legs pushing off the flooring with a few squeaks from her rubberized soles.
The smaller Fenrir clone flinched as several bullets whistled past the two of them. Slamming in the wall behind them, though Jacky managed to duck around the corner just in time - the loud clunking of heavy metal feet resounding across the hall. Though the door of the cleaning cupboard in question was properly visible now.
The larger clone continued to barrel down the hallway at full-speed, spinning on her heel once they approached the cupboard in question to empty her remaining ammo and keep the pressure on their assailants, dropping down to one knee to let Lynn off as the previous tube was ejected to be replaced with one from Jacky's back pocket.
Lynn grit her teeth as Jacky put her back down again. The clone pushed herself up as she grabbed a broom and a roll of ductape. "Try to-... Fnnghh-... Barricade the door," she added. Just casting a glance at the darker figures that were rushing down the hall, rifle raised at Jacky as she closed the door, several bullets fired at her. The jolt of pain flooded Lynn's system with the adrenaline she sorely needed. Snapping the handle in half and the brush off, she made a makeshift splint for her leg, before pulling herself up. Walking with an obvious limp. Her face seemed to slowly drain colour and emotion as she pulled several bottles of cleaning fluid and industrial solvents from the rack. Gathering a box of nails as well as a small plastic tube.
"Let's give 'em a surprise," she murmured as she worked. Using FlexileSeal Spray to shut off one of the sides of the pipe, before dropping a handful of nails in. Ductaping several other, larger ones against the outside of the tube. Bullets smacking against the door as these odd, cloaked figures made their advance, just a moment later, a loud thump was heard against the door. And again - they seemed to be intent on breaking it down. A soft smoke billowed up from the pipe as Lynn poured in several different liquids, before sealing the other end off as well. The tube already trembling in her hand. "Open," she called out to Jacky - giving the thing a few vigorous shakes as she waited for her sibling.
J's mismatching eyes widened as a bullet whizzed through the air an inch in front of her nose, leaving a hole in the wall near her head as Jacky recollected herself for a moment before making a reach for the handle - her pale, scarred hand found it easily enough and with a twist, the door was opened roughly a foot, which would hopefully be a big enough window.
Jacky knew a pipe bomb when she saw one, and was ready to slam the door shut once it had passed out the threshold.
Lynn rolled the pipebomb out, before raising her rifle as a metal claw suddenly gripped around the edge. Trying to yank it open. Though Jacky was still in the way. Tossing her rifle aside, the Jane threw herself against the door, to smack her weight against it, hoping to wind the attacker, before grasping at the knob to pull it back shut, grimacing as another three bullets were fired, smacking through the door, digging into her right arm and shoulder.
With their combined effort the door slammed shut, veins throbbing in the small part of Jacky's forearm not covered by her hoodie as the door was firmly held shut, a worried expression going to Lynn's bloodied arm but nothing was said yet - she simply braced for the ensuing explosion and moved her body protectively in-front of Lynn's
The explosion rippled through the entire hallways - the door smacking against Jacky violently with a single burst - some of the shrapnel Lynn threw in would be felt smacking against the door. Though it seemed entirely silent on the other side of the door - then again, it was hard to make out with the ringing ears the explosion caused. Lynn propped herself against the shelf, taking some of the cleaning rags and ductaping them around her wounds.
Jacky let out a grunt of effort as the door she was bracing against kicked back at them, bucking slightly with the shockwave before continuing to stand her ground as the explosion's heat was felt through the doornob - she listened for a moment, content with the silence before turning back to Lynn, "You'll have as many scars as me soon..." she chuckled a little, adams apple pressing out against her throat as it was cleared before she continued, "how are you... y'know, holding up?" J asked quietly, having long since forgotten about where the bullet had given her shoulder a deep gaze earlier in the night.
Lynn limped over to the closed door, leaning against the side with a faint breath. Before swallowing thickly as she closed her eyes briefly. "It's-... Getting kinda difficult," Lynn answered with a faint breath. Before pushing herself up again, switching the carbine to her left. "Come on - it should be clear to get to my room now-... I hope," she added, exhaling a soft breath, before whincing. "I-... Can walk- don't worry."
Jacky nodded as she hefted her rifle, shrugging the leather strap a little further onto her uninjured shoulder, "Just... stick behind me, yeah? you've lost enough blood already..." she murmured before swinging the door open quickly, silver barrel of the lever-action quickly sweeping the corridor for any more intruders.
Lynn fell in behind Jacky - only offering a curt nod in response as she sweeped the halls behind Jacky, making sure to keep her flank covered. The hallways seemed a mess of metal body parts, strewn about and ripped to shreds by Lynn's makeshift bomb. Pieces of shrapnel littering the walls. Though the clone moved behind her sibling's lead. Before arching an eyebrow at the disfigured torso that crawled away from them. "Hold up," she murmured, walking over, before kicking the wounded skeleton on his back. Huffing out a soft breath. "You wanted to kill us, huh, you stupid fuck?" She murmured under her breath. Before squeezing off a single round. After the brief intermission, she fell back to Jacky's side. "Let's go."
J held her position, watching Lynn stroll over and vent some of her frustration on the whole situaion into the mechanized, skeletal intruder's face before linking back up again - she didn't have anything to say on the matter, simply offering a nod and a small murmured breath as the two clones approached the front door of Lynn's apartment, Jacky took up position with her rifle aimed through the door and checked there was a round in the chamber before giving Lynn a nod to say she was ready.
Lynn offered a curt nod in response, before letting out an annoyed breath. "My key card's still at your place - I can get in, but anyone that has it also can," she murmured with a soft breath. Moving over the console, she lowered the carbine and whinced as she started to give in various codes - smearing blood over the console as she did. But the door slid open to reveal Lynn's appartement - untouched and messy as she left it always. The clone pushed herself back again, lifting the carbine and giving Jacky a nod. "You go left, bathroom to bedroom, I go right, bedroom to bathroom?" She suggested.
"Alright~ sure," Jacky nodded before moving in to execute their plan, being careful to scan her sectors as the larger clone quietly stalked towards the bathroom, rifle pressed firmly into her shoulder.
Lynn nodded again as she limped through her depicted route as well, keeping an eye on the door behind her as well with a quick glance, before resting her hand on the door of the bedroom - offering Jacky a curt nod to sync up, before slamming it open as soon as Jacky did. Both bedroom and bathroom seemed clear, so Lynn turned on her feet again. Moving back into the living room of her appartement. "Clear here - how's your side, sis?"
Jacky likewise slammed open her door in sync with Lynn, rifle sweeping through the bathroom and coming up with nothing before she moved back into the living room too with a small nod, "Clear for me too... something feels off~" the taller girl admitted with a huff, looking over to Lynn with a sympathetic squint at the injured girl.
"They should'a been here," Lynn agreed with a bite of her lip, before shrugging. "Their loss, get the door, I'll fix the turret," she added, limping over to her desk and starting to work on booting them up. Giving the prototype a quick one-over, including to see whether it was actually loaded. Before nodding to herself with a hum. "We're live - putting it in sentry, adding your signature to the... Uhm-... Do not kill list."
"That... might be preferrable~" Jacky chuckled a little as she shrugged the hoodie off then slung the rifle over her shoulder and moved to wheel one of Lynn's larger tool chests in front of the door, a rather heavy thing that she then put two tool boxes on top of - if somebody tried to open the door then they'd have a rough time and it would be far from quiet.
Lynn watched as Jacky moved to barricade the door. "You can lock them wheels and just let it-..." A loud slam resounded, the heavy toolbox being knocked into Jacky's form. One of these metal assailants swiftly pushing it aside before collapsing on top of Jacky - aiming to throw her to the ground. The flash of a knife visibly. Lynn pivoted on her chair, pulling up the rifle, biting her lip as she squeezed the trigger - a dry click resounding, before a struggled rattling. Her gun had jammed.
Jacky found herself momentarily stunned as she was blindsided by an enemy crashing through the door, rifle thrown from her grip as she was thrown to the floor and the metal creature loomed over her - Jacky raised one hand to shield her face before the blade stabbed straight through her hand with a howl of pain from the heterochromatic girl, the nerves in her hand crying out in pain only fuelling her as Jacky grabbed the opponent's shoulder with her uninjured hand and kicked into their stomach, flipping the would-be assassin over her head until they crashed back into the floor with a heavy thud.
Lynn grit her teeth as she tried to clear the jam whilst Jacky was fighting - though cussing under her breath, she tossed the carbine aside and grasped the handle of the turret.
Jacky's assailant was quick on his feet. As soon as she tossed him away, he ripped the knife from her hand and got to his feet. Flicking the dagger around before another loud clunk pulled his attention. Lynn ducked away from the second turret that sprung to life on her desk, the first on the floor in front of her. An unholy barrage of shots rang through the appartement, ripping through the reaper - Sparks flying everywhere as both turrets emptied their clip on him. Ripping through cloak and metal - positively tearing him apart.
Lynn exhaled a soft breath as they powered down again. Getting to her feet as she knelt next to Jacky. "Fuck - you alright sis?"
Jacky looked down at her hand with a shaky exhale of pain before deciding to ball it up in a fist near her chest, teeth gritted but she gave a nod and began rolling over to right herself, "...fuck... I'll be good... I've had worse ~" she gritted out after reading her Geist's damage reports, somehow it'd missed a lot of the important things in her hand and gone straight through, so Jacky pushed herself into a kneeling position with a shaky breath as blood stained her tank-top.
"...what are you planning on naming those puppies?" she grunted, nodding towards the turrets that had saved their lives.
She nodded, getting to her feet, limping over to the sink and getting a rag. "Apply pressure to it - I'll uhm-... I need to reload 'em first, then I'll tend to you," she hummed, handing the cloth over, before moving to reload the turrets. Grasping the one on the desk and floor. Heavy, limping footsteps as she whinced in pain due to her shoulder. Though placing them both down in front of the door. Moving over to shut it again, locking and subsequently barricading it with panting breath. The Jane clone turned on her feet and gathered the first aid-box from underneath her sink. Kneeling down next to Jacky again, gritting her teeth with a hiss as she did. "Let's see here," she hummed with a faint frown. "I haven't decided on a name yet - gunpuppies, I guess?" She answered with a faint smirk.
Jacky nodded with a pained smirk as she flicked the medical kit open, other hand clutching the rag close to her chest as she retrieved some antiseptic, a needle and some thread, "...works I suppose, I can self-stitch though... you just look after yourself," Jacky hissed as she poured a small bit of antiseptic on her shoulder and held the needle in her injured hand, carefully threading it before swapping back to her uninjured hand to begin closing off the wound, needle piercing her flesh with another small murmur of pain.
Lynn only nodded, leaning back against the sofa as she took the bottle of antiseptic after Jacky was done, ripping the already bled-through makeshift bandages off, bundling one up and putting it between her teeth - noticing how her pain threshold was lower than her sister's before she poured it on the wounds on her shoulder. A muffled cry as she forced herself to work through the pain. Bandaging it up neatly. Pulling a large set of tweezers from the box, she exhaled a soft nasal breath. Getting up to gather a kitchen knife as well, getting back down next to Jacky and exchanging a brief look, before spitting the cloth out. "I'm gonna try and get that bullet out," she exhaled with a soft breath. "There's energy drinks in the fridge, if you need them to stay awake - in case I pass out from the pain. Just be ready to take over if I do," Lynn added with a faint grimace.
Jacky had tied off her shoulder and moved to messily stitch up her hand with a few pained grunts through gritted teeth before it was finished and the larger clone looked across to Lynn with a raven-browed frown, "I can do it if you want... I don't doubt your ability but... I'm bigger, I can keep you from moving easier - we can't afford to have a nicked artery~" Jacky suggested, retrieving an autoinjector of pain meds from the box before scooting a little closer to Lynn.
Lynn was about to inch the knife into the cauterized wound, before looking up at Jacky, murmuring in appreciation. "Yeah - sure, thanks," she answered with a soft breath. Passing the knife onto Jacky. "Y'know how to do it? Just tell me when you start," she murmured, taking one of the bloodied rags and putting them in her mouth again. Giving Jacky a solemn nod.
"I've watched enough of my own be removed... trust me Lynn~ you're in safe hands... roll over~" J reassured her sister with a gentle smile, calloused and scarred hand gently rubbing her twin's foot to try and help soothe any nerves she might be feeling.
Lynn nodded with a muffled grunt, before rolling over as asked, closing her eyes as she waited for Jacky to begin.
Some shuffling could be heard as Jacky laid things out before gently sitting herself over Lynn's legs, flicking her sister's calf before injecting the pain meds into that still-tingling spot that had been flicked - the smaller girl would be able to feel... certain parts of Jacky's anatomy brushing up against her every now and again as Jacky took the knife and began cleaning it thoroughly.
"So... Lynn, what's new with you?" she asked, giving the pain meds a second to kick in.
Feeling the painkillers kick in, after a soft huff as she felt the needle jab into her leg, she bit her lip. "Not much," she murmured. Feeling Jacky's assets rubbing against her thighs as her sister moved. Though she didn't really mind or mention it - it was Jacky after all. Folding her arms before her, she rested her chin on the back of her hand. "You?"
"Looking forward to watching that movie some time... not much else," Jacky chuckled weakly before moving to press the knife against Lynn's seared flesh, pinning her lower body down as J began gently easing the knife to split the numbed skin and bite into the smaller girl's layers of muscle.
Lynn exhaled a soft breath as she felt the cold steel against her thigh, exhaling a soft breath as Jacky began to ease it in. While it was effectively numbed, she still felt how it inched in and slice against muscle. It didn't hurt per se, it felt more like a dull ache. "Yeah - after all this shit's over, movie night at my place," she murmured.
The unsettling sound of Jacky going deeper with the knife graced Lynn's ears but her sister tried to overwhelm it with casual conversation, "I don't know why we didn't do it at your place originally... I guess mine was closer to the gym~" Jacky mused, using some clean rags to pat away the blood before reaching across to a pair of surgical tweasers.
"You're doing great, sis~ almost there~"
"Holy fuck - you're going to town, down there," Lynn answered with a faint smirk, before letting a sigh escape from her nostrils. "Yeah, it is, even though I got a better home cinema system," she added with the same smirk. Huffing gently as Jacky told her it was almost over. "Yeah-... These meds really take the edge off," she hummed.
There was a small popping sound as the bullet was carefully dislodged and dropped on the floor with a metallic thud, she applied some grey goo directly to Lynn's flesh to help dissuade any further bleeding before gently easing the two halves of her wound back together with a huff, "I really need to do something with my place one day... it looks so boring in comparison~" she chuckled a little, beginning to stitch the wound shut carefully, a much neater job than had been done to her own wounds.
Lynn let out another soft breath, before a soft grunt as Jacky moved in with the tweasers. Before she suddenly bucked against Jacky's form, letting out a cry of pain as the bullet popped from her flesh and was eased out. "Fuck-... Fuck-... Shit," she panted heavily, thumping a hand against the floor. Though she quickly recollected herself. "Eh-... I just gotta... Fuck-... Clean up more." she retorted as Jacky went to sew the wound shut again. "You want some tunes?"
"Music sounds good~ but at least your place looks lived in," Jacky spoke before moving to bite off the thread once she was done, one hand gently patting Lynn's rear before the removed bit of lead was pushed up for inspection, "And we're done... you did great, Lynn - I'm sorry it hurt, I didn't see any fragments but you might want to get a scan once this is over just to check."
Upon mental command - a soft click resounded, before a random song from her playlist started playing." There's... Uhm-... A remote for the music on my workbench," she added with a soft hum as she pressed herself up. Pulling herself up on the sofa. Carefully lifting her wounded leg in. "Can you get the gun as well?" She asked with a faint smile. "I'm going to unjam it-... Would be a poor show if you got it back broken from a techy like me," she added with a grin.
Jacky nodded as she grabbed her own rifle and slung it over her shoulder before moving over to grab the things Lynn requested and palm them off to the smaller twin with a soft smile that she at least looked like her worries had been eased even if slightly, "...this is one of your songs I actually don't mind - uh, you got a landline?"
Lynn took the rifle with a gentle smile, laying it across her lap with a soft murmur. "Uhh-... Yeah, there's one against the wall, next to the door. Make sure you tell 'em about the turrets. Say, you want me to kit this thing out a bit?" The Fenrir clone asked, though happy with the distraction from her sore leg and shoulder. "Y'know, nice dot sight, bump stock, maybe fit a new barrel?"
"Uh... I just ordered a new optic in but a flaired magwell, longer and heavier Skusten barrel as well as a match-grade trigger are on my to-do list if you want to take a crack at all that... up to you though, don't strain yourself~" Jacky reciprocated as she moved back to the door and picked up the handpiece, lifting it to her ear before turning back to Lynn.
"Anything you need?"
"Got those laying about," she answered with a smirk. "Just a crutch, that's about it," she answered with a shrug. "Or a broom, y'know. But give 'em a call first." She answered, beginning to work on getting the gun unjammed.
Jacky nodded before dialling the number she'd committed to memory, relaying information that her and Lynn had been attacked and since relocated to her apartment - stating that they should be good to hold out there for the night and to not worry too much, they'd be alright toughing it out.