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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[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?”

[fromfryingpantofire]

The bits of furniture actually bounce back a bit from the door. "There are others fighting. We fall back to them, get these guys to relative safety with better weaponry and then I, at least, go back out to find more people to bring in."

Sam hasn't worked much with Robbie much, but he recognizes his voice as another New Hire. Whether he'd want to come looking for others or not, he's not certain. But the option is there.

There is a grunt as the soldiers get back on their feet, unleashing some bullets against his shield. "These guys are really annoying the fuck out of me."

[walkingballpit]

Sam intends on purposely going to find more employees and saving them? Robbie looks back at the accounting team, who look… scared. They look like they know that their coworkers are ready, willing, and able to kill them. But they weren’t innocent.

They had Brainy’s blood on their hands. He doesn’t want to help them.

But he… can’t let them get mowed down by automatic weaponry. Dammit.

“Can you let me out on their side?” Robbie thumbs towards the recovering liquidators on the other side of the TK shield. “I can get them to stay down for awhile.”

Like hours. Or more.

[fromfryingpantofire]

The question makes him frown a moment, then nod. "I'll have to take it down and build it back up." He cracks a half smile. "My fine control is non-existent."

Which is why the liquidators look like so many bowling pins, really.

There's no glow to it like there would be in Robbie's world. Just a slightly shimmering wall of force that collapses when Sam drops his hand.

[walkingballpit]

That is an important thing to note. Most of the telekinetics that Robbie knows wouldn't have to drop the whole shield. "Don't worry - I've got you covered."

Speaking of bowling... his original plan was to bowl them all over with energy balls, but the fact that it might take some time for the shield to go up behind him again overrides that. But without the visible effect, he misses the lowering by about 2 seconds, and one of the recovering baddies takes a hipshot from the floor. The bullet finds Robbie's arm, and there's a sort of screamed grunt.

And then there's a shockwave of blue energy that hurls the liquidators backward into the very solid metal wall, with a collection of soft clangs and thumps. They'll... probably get up later. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Robbie manages to ask, "Anybody want some guns? I know... I'm one short."

[fromfryingpantofire]

He'd never been telekinetic long enough for anything more than the broad strokes. Literally, really. His telekinesis tended to be better for throwing things around and shielding.

Sam lets out a breath and goes forward, picking up a gun of his own. He checks it over before patting one of the liquidators down for a holster.

He's trying to be better about actually using them.

"Do you need us to find a medic? I can field dress it, but I'll need some cloth. Anybody feel like giving up your suit jacket to the cause?"

The fact that he pulls back the slide to check the chamber and lets it forward with a loud 'click' is only coincidence. Not intimidation. Really.

[walkingballpit]

Examining his arm isn’t easy inside the jumpsuit - not without stripping - but the growing singular stain on the suit does mean that there’s no exit wound. He can’t remember if that’s better or worse in the short term. Worse in the long run, but they don’t have a long run to worry about.

“It’s fine,” Robbie says quietly as his good hand grips his bicep tightly to put pressure on it. Which hurts, Jesus it hurts, but he’s still upright. He’s not in danger of passing out, but it would be nice to stay that way. “Wouldn’t want them to have to recognize that we’re human beings that bleed.”

Robbie doesn’t miss that Sam knows how to do something with a gun. He thought he didn’t care what the others did to Jorgmund at this point, but his heart sinks at the confident click. “… they’re following orders just as much as these idiots were.”

Shit, he absolutely loathes himself for that. And he hates himself for not taking the protest further.

[fromfryingpantofire]

He's never hidden that he knows his way around a gun. He just...didn't show up with one, that's all.

Sam eyes Robbie for a moment, looking him over before nodding. "All right. I'll trust you to know your limits." Which, if he knew Robbie well, isn't something he'd probably say. But he doesn't and this is where they're at right now.

Besides. He knows it's not the same, but he remembers too well how far around the bend he went when Dean went to Hell.

At the reminder, though, Sam raises an eyebrow before slipping the holster on his belt. Better to use a belt holster than a shoulder. He's a bit too broad for that. "They are. But it's also self-defense. I'm not planning to kill anybody. Just not going to let any of us get killed, either."