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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[prairietroubador]

Greg's perfectly aimed headshot sends the guard collapsing to the ground in an unconscious heap.

"Woo! You boys are in a heap of trouble now," he shouts, tossing his bag of tanglevines almost as punctuation. He's careful to keep the bag aimed far enough away from Stacia so she doesn't get caught up in the 10-foot wide explosion of plants that start grabbing at everyone they can.

[onequartershark]

Carolina knows better than to stand under a hail of lead. Once they breached the door, she bolted to put a pillar between her and incoming fire.

She doesn't have any special items saved up to throw into the chaos, but she has her armor and her guns back and that's more than enough. Carolina presses along the edge of the room, difficult to hit and frustratingly good at hitting back, picking off targets and drawing attention along a flank.

[kingofneworleans]

Without warning, the area is bathed in magenta energy as five energized playing cards are thrown into the main body of the Jorgmund soldiers. The energy just enough to send them flying and, hopefully, make it easier for Greg's Bag of Entanglement to grab up a few more of them.

"Y'all'd be advised t' stay down," Remy drawls, another set of playing cards dropping into one hand, the other carrying a long, metal bo staff. "Ain't many of us in a charitable 'nough mood not to make you, after all."

[zerg_rush]

All hell breaks loose, and with an internal shrug, Kerrigan writes off any hope of directing the battle. Activating her camouflage, she becomes nothing more than the slightest ripple in the air as her armor bends the light around her. She starts taking head shots on any Jorgmund personnel carrying what looks like an experimental weapon, sprinting around the perimeter of the room between shots to keep the enemy from being able to pin down her location...assuming any of them can even focus enough to realize there's more chaos than there are New Hires visibly dealing it out.

Her C-10, designed as a long-range anti-materiel rifle, is massive overkill, and within the confines of even a large room, it doesn't make a difference whether you have your head exploded by spooky psychic powers or by a supersonic chunk of metal. The only thing that could identify those bodies is a gene scan.

cw: gore warning but nothing descriptive.

[piper90npcs]

Perhaps unshockingly, the fight doesn't last long and with such types of people as werewolves and psionics that can blow up people's heads with their brains, if there are any of them even left alive, it's hard to tell. There's a lot of blood, bodies, and viscera.

The tower is there, with nothing in their way now.