ENDGAME - STOP THE RIG

[goneawaymod]

Who: Anyone that wants in.
What: Busting the rig open
Where: Multiple Places
When: After Saturday exploded the situation
Warnings/Notes: Probably violence.

The end is near.

The signal for the nanochains is temporarily blocked but it won't last forever. Several things need to be done in a very short amount of time to end this thing in a way that isn't disastrous.

Aren't you all tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go apeshit?

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WEAPONS LOCKER

[goneawaymod]

The New Hires won't stand a chance unless they manage to break into the weapons locker first. It needs to be bum-rushed so everyone can be equipped with what they need. Fortunately the lockers hold both their belongings (including ones that were permanently confiscated) as well as the rig's own weapon supplies.

Provided they can overpower the guards, they can be properly equipped for blowing the roof off the place.

[ownperson]

[ She rags on her power a lot, and don’t get her wrong she still hates it, but it sure comes in handy sometimes—all she has to do is meet up with some of the others heading for the lock-up, activate it through them, and then she’s imperceptible to the guards and able to get the jump on them.

The game’ll be up as soon as she’s wrestled the weapon out of one of their hands, but that’s a head start and about as much of an element of surprise as they’re probably gonna get, and she knows the others are right behind her. After that? All bets are off, but she’s pretty sure they have numbers and powers on their side here. ]

[parannoyed]

Don't shoot! I'm not on the New Hires' side!

[Wash walks in with an air of authority, but not one of aggression, hands held up so they don't fire.]

They're making a run for the weapons locker. There's no way you can hold them off alone. Give me a weapon and I'll help you. This is why Jorgmund has me working for them in the first place.

[One of the soldiers, knowing Wash is supposedly their plant among the New Hires, and not knowing that he regained his memory and totally has it out for them, hands Wash an assault rifle.]

[Wash says brightly:] Thanks!

[And then immediately shoots said soldier.]

[onequartershark]

[ Carolina grins as she flows past Wash. With far too much practice, she pulls the unlucky next guard into a hold that ends with a snapped neck before he can level his weapon. ]

[ Carolina is armed, and may god have mercy. ]

[ She thumps Wash's shoulder in proud companionship before she moves on ahead. ]

[ownperson]

[ If she hadn’t already given herself away, the burst of laughter that erupts from South a second after she turns her own stolen gun on it’s owner would certainly do it. She reappears to anyone nearby, at this point being imperceptible would be more of a hazard than a help. She doesn’t want to get shot by accident, thanks! ]

Holy shit, Wash. With game like that how the fuck did I ever get the jump on you?

[ Yes, she knows why, but that’s not the point. She throws him a little mock salute, then she’s pushing forward too behind Carolina. ]

THE LABS

[goneawaymod]

After they get weapons, those who are gunning for the array need to move fast. The lab needs to be broken into so the array can be used to send a signal to permanently deactivate the nanochains - and then destroyed.

Fortunately, one of the K's is willing to let them into the main lab, but they'll likely have to fight their way to the array itself, transmit the codes, and then destroy it.

cw violence

[myagents]

Price has been pestering Robbie for a little while. Truth is that the boy was just so upset that it could have been entertaining to watch him either go completely berserk and break everything or destroy himself, perhaps both...Until it somehow became everyone's plan to break everything. What is the fun in that now?

Of course they will not allow him to 'contribute to the cause', so he decides to go to the lab by himself and whoever has the same idea can stay. He creates a sharp ice shard to use as a weapon. He manages to sneak around one worker and slit their throat with it.

He looks down at the body, curls his mouth.

"Perhaps I should have frozen them." he shrugs. His eyes light up with the red lasers, contemplating destruction rather than planning. It's almost romantic in a sense, the idea of destroying the lab. It's because what happened in a lab that now he's in trouble. Obviously it was the Director's fault, and now he can start a cathartic fire.

[zerg_rush]

"Do not trap us in here with a fire, Price," Kerrigan warns. Damn telepaths, spoiling the fun.

She's less interested in mayhem than in breaching the control tower to deactivate the nanochains permanently, and she ignores any Jorgmund employees who don't get in her way. Still, there's some mayhem, because she doesn't bother with things so pedestrian as 'going around,' vaulting lab benches and scattering technology everywhere, tossing any noncombatant personnel out of her way with a combined physical grab and telepathic heave, and just generally being a red-haired guided missile.

Kerrigan knows her breaking and entering talents aren't up to the job of cracking the locks on the secure door to the control tower, but there are other people who can do that, whether through skill or high explosives. She's here to shoot anybody who interferes with that goal.

[prairietroubador]

"What she said. I ain't exactly opposed to shootin' you if I have to, so you might wanna make sure it doesn't come to that."

Whether or not his pistols will still be set to stun if that happens, only Kerrigan will know for sure that they will be. Although the fact that they currently are even as he's blasting Jorgmund mercs is probably a decent hint all by itself.

LIQUIDATION

[goneawaymod]

Innocent people around the rig need protection from Jorgmund's liquidation squads, the rank and file mercenary soldiers the rig employs for less "exceptional" circumstances than the kinds of odd missions that had been reserved for the New Hires.

One good thing is that at least the rig's normal employees aren't going down with a fight. Many have stockpiled weapons of their owns, especially those who worked for the rig with the Bey, before Jorgmund took over. Even mid-level bureaucrats are angrily joining the fight after finding out about FOX. More than one liquidator has been clocked with a thrown Swingline stapler.

But they'll all still need help and there are innocent people that need protecting. They won't be able to survive unless the New Hires shift the odds in their favor.

[Note: Players can do this as 1 thread or create their own threads if they have specific goals in mind.]

Thread has potential for self harm.

[walkingballpit]

[ The Rig has descended into chaos since the announcement, which isn’t really a surprise considering the extent of Jorgmund’s depravity. Which… they’ve decided to cover up with more depravity and death.

Robbie is ostensibly making his way to the lab, but he keeps getting sidetracked by staff skirmishes. He’s currently helping the accounting department defend their office from a liquidation squad that’s trying to storm the room. There are two furniture barricades, one blocking the door and the other at the start of the furniture blockade where half a dozen clerks are arming themselves with exactos and cubicle toys.

He’s standing in the middle of no man’s land because he honestly doesn’t care anymore.

From the noise in the hallway, the squad is trying to ram through the door. ]

For the record, you’re all complacent, complicit pricks.

[ “We gave you a box cutter!” someone snipes defensively. “No one’s making you stand out there!”

Robbie spares a glare back at the barricade. ]

Oh, yeah, that makes it better! Sorry your friend died, now do you want the Koosh ball or the zen fountain to take out the evil overlords ‘cause if you don’t we’re going to get shot too and you’ll feel even sprocking worse!

[fromfryingpantofire]

The banging on the door keeps going for a few moments as the squad outside tries to beat their way through. Then there's a shout and the sound of something being slammed into the sides of the hall.

After another moment, there's a...rather polite knock, actually. "It's safe!" Sam shouts from the other side. "I should be able to shield us long enough to get out of here."

[walkingballpit]

“That was anti-climatic.” Robbie starts to push aside what’s blocking the door, puts his back into it for about six seconds, and stops.

The staffers, who were beginning to creep out from their hiding places, hit the ground when Robbie blasts the furniture to the side.

It feels good, hitting something, since he’s expecting to find absolutely nothing to do on the other side of the door. “Get out of here to where exactly?”

Re: LIQUIDATION

[wherenoonegoes]

[A squad of Jorgmund goons moves down a hallway looking for any New Hires or less than completely obedient employees to take out.]

[Ahead of them the lights slowly start flickering and dying out one by one. Moving with the encroaching darkness is a beast with blue-purple fire held in its mouth and a figure with a flaming sword, his black armor just barely visible in the firelight.

[As the goons in front take aim a panel peels off the wall and slams into them. As they try to recover their guns fall apart in their hands. The last of the lights goes dark.]

[drladysounds]

There are innocent people among the workers of the rig. People who had nothing to do with the operations that now brings the wrath of the New Hires onto them. It's those people who Shelley focuses on, for the most part. After all, she knows really well how little the interns and the bureaucrats tend to be involved.

"Psst! Hey!"

It's not the first time Shelley sees someone gasp or get startled when she arrives. Every time she hurriedly has to gesture she's not there to cause harm! She just is really concerned with all these normal employees' safety.

"Come along! This is a warzone! Let's go to a safer place!"

Now if only she knew where a safer place was -- but probably not right there in the open. There goes Shelley, trying to take a couple of the normal rank-and-file through an empty hall. When someone appears around the corner she stops, pretty much about to grab onto the pair following her to hide them in her usual bubble. It's only when she realizes she recognizes who appeared that she relaxes just a little bit.

"These two need shelter, stat! Probably not a supply closet? Also, if you have a spare weapon I'd be so grateful, the ol' fisticuffs are outmatched here!"

Leaving aside that Shelley's 'fisticuffs', so to say, aren't all that great!

going apeshit (w/ loken + saturday)

[garmr]

((cw: please mind the extra violence))

A familiar battle cry rings distantly through a brief quiet in the fighting. He knew that voice. It hits Guts all at once - both the realization that Saturday was within reach and the deep fear that he might still be too slow to get to her. Was Loken still with her? Was she alone?

As reinforcements flood the corridors, Guts in that moment accepts the embrace of the armor’s steel jaws. He couldn't afford to have his vision or his grip falter him now. He would not be too late this time. The black armor encases him, and his world becomes a dull roar of gunfire and chaos.

From there, the hallways transform from heated battleground to swift and bloody massacre. Where his sword was too large to swing, the armor's steel teeth and claws tear through soldiers' armor and flesh with increasing savagery. The walls crater with the force of the bodies slammed into it. Bullets ring where they ricochet wildly or lodge into the armor plates. The corridors scream with utter mayhem.

An unearthly metallic howl echoes back, possibly as an answer or simply a cry of wild rage. He had a dull sense of which direction to leap, from the winding labyrinth of corridors to an expansive room. The source of the voice. The place he needed to go.

The hallway behind him becomes eerily quiet as he reaches the last remaining thing in the way. Black claws hook into the gaps of a large metal door, catching it just before the hydraulics lock it shut entirely. He is dimly aware of the damaging strain on his body as the metal begins to creak, slowly prying open the entrance to allow himself entry.

Re: going apeshit (w/ loken + saturday)

[wheyoftheadept]

The soldier pulls the pin on his grenade. Saturday skewers his hand to his chest, scooping up the fallen explosive and hurling it high through the vast cargo bay in the same moment. It detonates midair, and she sees in the soldier's eyes that he understands his gambit's failed before she jerks her blade sideways and severs his heart. He falls choking on his own blood.

And then she turns to the next one - who isn't there. She turns, and turns again, checking all sides. There's something animal in her movements. And then -

She steps out of her killer flow like a freediver breaking surface. The bodies lay where they fell; a half-dozen Jorgmund kill squads, intercepted on their way up from the belly of the Rig. Loken is there, still standing, painted bloody red. She glances down at herself.

That makes two of them, actually.

"Shit. Well, least I can get my own clothes back after this - "

The vast steel doors begin to creak. Saturday is already moving silently towards Loken, away from them.

"Something behind it," she murmurs. Her preternatural sense of space can't makes sense of it. Whatever is slowly prying those doors open is - familiar, and alien; shaped like a friend and also like her worst nightmare. "Something weird."

[greyerrant]

Loken takes a defensive stance, lining up his bolter on the doors, waiting carefully for what comes, "We can't get further into the rig until we deal with this, one way or another."

His helm's autosenses focus in on the pried doors. "Whatever it is, it's not acting like a kill squad. A stuff emanation this far in?"

THE EXECUTIVES

[goneawaymod]

There are only two logical places the executives could be escaping from when it comes to transportation: the vehicle bays or the helipads on the roof.

The beating sounds of helicopters that echo through the rig's many pipes make it clear which one it is.

Anyone chasing down the executives will find themselves facing a small army of soldiers trying to ensure the escape of the executives. Washburn is out of the way, having attempted escape another way so he couldn't be killed or taken hostage, and Pestle - often on and off the rig - apparently isn't around.

But Fust, Glotfelty, Boyle, and of course Celeste Lillian are in the middle of being loaded onto the helicopters, as well as the silent members of the Board, who have helped make decisions behind the scenes, so quiet the New Hires haven't even met them, other than occasionally seeing them identified in pictures around the rig.

There are a whole lot of soldiers in between the New Hires and the execs, though.

Re: THE EXECUTIVES

[wherenoonegoes]

The plates of the roof below the helicopters warp and shift, wrapping around the helicopter's skids. They aren't going anywhere. Above, invisible atop Toothless and shifting positions just in case anyone gets any bright ideas, Hiccup shouts down at the executives.

"It's over! The rig's ours and those helicopters are going to be staying right there until I decide otherwise.

There's only two ways out of here and while I'd prefer it if you surrendered? Some of my associates aren't as nice about things as I am.

Give up now! I can't stop what's going to happen if you don't."

Re: THE EXECUTIVES

[kingofneworleans]

There's an explosion nearby. Mostly for the sake of attention and putting the executives on edge.

"De man's got a point," he calls out, trench fluttering in the wind created by the helicopter blades. "You give up, we make dis easy. Mind, don' reckon many people'll wanna go too easy on you here when dey fin' out what you been doin' out here."

THE TURNCOAT

[goneawaymod]

Breaking the nanochains has done nothing to lessen the chaos inside Piper 90. If anything, the mood has gotten even more desperate as the company's loyalists find the odds turning against them. It's bedlam up and down the decks, and there are plenty of innocent people in peril as soldiers attempt to sweep and contain the rebellion.

One particular group of new hires is in the middle of doing a sweep of their own, taking down enemy kill teams and keeping them off of innocent rig personnel.

They've hit a quiet part of the rig for the moment, but it's guaranteed they'll hit upon more work to do very soon...

[ A further npc comment will describe what they run into. ]

[onequartershark]

Carolina checks a corner before the group rounds. No movement. No sign of traps. No worrying noises.

"Clear," she reports. "Watch the doors."

She doesn't really need to say it, considering she's said it every time, but Carolina is of the mind that repetition doesn't hurt. She's also of the mind that she very, very much wants to get all this right.

[ownperson]

"You want me to go back to sarcastically calling you boss again? Because this is how you get me sarcastically calling you boss again."

Which is to say: seriously, Lina, we all remember to watch the doors.

South's not all talk, at least, she's fallen in line just fine, thank you. She's still a seasoned soldier, attitude or not, and her attention doesn't stray. She's even got her eye on their six, just in case. Lord knows she knows something about nasty surprises from the rear in a fight.

[fuckingaqua]

Oh, to be back in armor and listening to people give each other shit during important missions.

Feels good. Feels organic. Tucker's missed that vibe almost as much as he's missed his sword.

"Dude, how sarcastic can it be when she is the boss?" He supplies, dutifully keeping up on his own little corner of visual sweep territory. "I say let her have her fun with it."

Taking point and being all gravely serious no-fun-allowed is like Carolina's hobby or something.