Log:Space Team, Scene 16

Space Team 2015/10/04 Breach Griffin Quiet Malcolm Indira

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"Oh things are looking up." Griffin says sarcastically, pointing to the aliens eating through the ship's hull.

Sadly the ship's security camera feeds are probably on the fritz, so the epic battle and heroism of our Heroes may never be sung about, save by the survivors that make it out of here. Those survivors probably being Forge and Violet Wyndell.

Two of the aliens break off from fighting Malcolm, scuttling rapidly towards the arriving heroes to help their other damaged hivemate. They split up and bring their stingers up as they charge the men, while the injured one with the damaged armor plating walks with disjointed movements towards Quiet, stringer waving up ominously.

The workers continue to chomp and try burrowing through the U.S.S. Pyle's outer hull, crunching through metal and heat shielding.

Quiet was sick of these things some time ago. Like the moment they showed up. She lifts her weapon up to fir at the wounded thing striking her. She doesn't like it wounded. She wants it dead, and empties a burst into it.

Quiet holes the Xenomorph and knocks it down and away from her with the momentum transfer. It doesn't get back up, which suits her just fine. The only good bug is a dead bug.

Breach finds himself face-to-face with a particularly angry looking spacebug. It starts stabbing at him with its stinger tail and Breach bobs and weaves around each attempt at ending his life with superhuman speed. He grits his teeth, one hand tightening its grip on his particle revolver while his other hand runs over the grenades on his combat harness, calculating probabilities as he looks for an opening.

Suddenly, Breach wrenches a grenade off of his combat harness and lunges toward the alien in front of him. He rears back with his grenade-bearing hand as though about to deliver a punch, firing the pin and then the spoon out into the air behind and beside him with nimble motions of his thumb. Grinning devilishly at the monstrosity in front of him, Breach coldly comments, "Wanted to do this since the first time I played Halo."

Functionally, Breach thrust-punches the live grenade at the alien's face. He may be trying to lodge the tactical cylinder dead in its freaky bug mouth before it explodes. Once the grenade is away, Breach dances back as his lips purse in deep concentration. Something about Breach's posture and gait changes, his body somehow seeming more solid as it weaves backward.

Dripping acidic tendrils writhe about as Breach shoves the grenade down the alien's throat, retreiving his hand before he loses anything. It swallows the grenade and makes a throaty "GAK-KKrrrr" as it chokes on it. And then...FWUUUMMM! It's torso suddenly distends outward, spreading out its chitinous plates. The flesh in between glows bright orangeish-red as the light from the plasma explosion filters through organs and flesh. The dead alien crashes down as its legs spread out from under it. The rest of it collapses in a wilting motion, its head bouncing on the deck and maw falling open as smoke and greenish liquid pours out from its destroyed innards.

Griffin is hurled to the ground by the force of the alien's vicious strike- which rips te shoulder of Griffin's coverall and exposes the purple bruised flesh left by Griffin's last dancing partner.

He grunts as his head smacks against the landing deck with crack.

Mostly unphased he rolls over and kicks up to his feet again with little grace.

He target's this his latest bug stalker he pulls his sidearm and fires a Solid-Mass Accelerator Round at the intergalactic bastard.

The Alien screaches and roars as the round shoots through armor plating, flesh, and out the other side. It reaches out with mantis-like limbs and tries to grab Griffin.

Much like with Quiet, the alien snaps Griffin up and squeezes its limbs tightly on him, restraing him at the shoulders and preventing him from getting his weapon up. Its mandible clicks and opens eagerly, its slavering tendrils dropping out of its mouth as it ddaws Griffin up closer to its waiting jaws.

Quiet starts to turn her weapon for the insectoids attacking the ship. She should probably keep her weapon there, since it's their ride home. She doesn't, though, and traverses back towards the one that just nabbed Griffin. Quiet isn't letting any more of her crew die today. As long as they're alive, they can always find a way home. Walk, if they have to. She unleashes a burst at the thing.

It can't grab and run off with teammate when it's full of holes. The Questionite penetrators inside the softer slugs do just that; the punch through chitin while the outer shell spalls for tissue damage. Griffin isn't going anywhere, except on his own two feet.

The slavering alien shudders and drops its meal, leaving Griffin free as it collapses to the ground and bleeds out.

"Thanks for the save Q!" Griffin says as he's released, dropping a few inches to the landing deck.

"GET THOSE MONKEYFIGHTING ALIENS OFF OF MY MONKEYFIGHTING SPACECRAFT," roars Malcolm. He may be in the middle of a ridiculous looking Shoryuken punch that has obliterated the jaw of one of the warrior aliens he is still tangling with. There is a growing pile of chitinous body parts and ominous green goop slicking the floor.

Breach kicks the smoking ruin that used to be a space bug out of his way. He pulls another grenade from his combat harness and pops the pin. Weighing it carefully, Breach takes another step forward before he heaves the grenade toward the top of the Pyle. The spoon is ejected automatically during the flight and, half a second later, the grenade starts to BEEP ominously in the air.

The busy little worker aliens are smaller than their warrior kin, without stingers and with rounder, flatter bodies. The Laser Gren-raid zaps bugs not-quite-dead. Some of their limbs flail at the blasts, but they still work to get inside the ship.

Griffin turns his attention to the workers boring their way through their ride home.

He takes a running leap towards the vehicle and then one leap to the roof of their ride home- the USS Pyle.

Now near the bugs he starts exterminating bbugs up close and personal. Bloodlust takes over as he flips his laser beam to auto and starts firing at the bug nearest him.

The first worker bug gets blasted away from the ship, sliding along on its black as it leaves a bloody smear. The second worker eats its way through the hull to create a small hole big enough for the small bug, the size of maybe a child, to wiggle through.

Quiet agrees with Malcolm 100 percent. She takes aim on the last bug, but-damnit! It burrows. She takes off running after it, or, rather, to the hole. ONce there, she sticks her helm in to try and spot or lock onto it, followed by... her hand? Her gravitics are already charging.

Quiet can't spot the small thing. It must have moved out of sight. But she does hear Violet shrieking. And Indira mumbling something in a strange tongue.

Quiet doesn't spot the little bugger, but the screams make it obvious it's inside and threatening. She half-dives, half-crawls through the small opening, leading with her weapon.

Inside, the worker bug is scuttling towards Violet and Indira. Violet has her space helmet off and is swinging it around to hopefully swat the thing if it gets too close. Indira is leaning up against the wall, holding her head and muttering occasionally in an alien language. Probably her native one. She doesn't look scared, but instead seems horrified.

Quiet crawls through and spots the bug. She pops up to a knee as her weapon alters itself. Between the civilians in the field of fire and a strong desire to NOT create any more holes in the hull, she goes for conservative neutralization. The large ball of a projectile fired immediately unfurls into a nanowire net with a weighted perimeter to aid in tangling.

Did someone call for an Exterminator? Dial 1-800-BAG-A-BUG

The bug is netted up in nanowire, its many legs getting caught up in the weighted netting, which ceases its scuttling towards Indira and Violet.