>>6063338“Punch it, team! Accelerate to attack speed!” You order over the comm.
Time is of the essence as you can already feel the oppressive weight of Guard bearing down on your mind through your implant’s connection.
Your Foxbats leap forward and twist around as you press towards the entangled Void Wyrm. It swings and drifts swiftly keeping a constant distance from you, just within claw range if it were to extend its overlong arms. The dragon’s uncannily stiff upper body swings about on its attached strings, lower legs and tail still limp, but the eerie glow of its crimson gaze never leaves you for a second. The slit pupiled eyes seem to pulse in time with the mounting headache originating at your temple and you focus on fighting off the malevolent AI’s influence lest you become a similar puppet.
Well you assume that would be the end result once the Guardian subsystem figures out who you are. Seeing what it's done to this program paints a rather vivid picture of what it might do to someone it deems a security threat.
<span class="mu-r">Due to your distraction you are no longer able to use the [ORDER] action.</span>
>>6063374>>6063463>>6063515>Two successes. <span class="mu-b">Two rounds will pass before Guard makes progress identifying you and further reduces your ability to act.</span>
“There! Push it towards that asteroid field.” You point at the viewscreen and your Navigator levels out your fighter. “We need to fight it somewhere with cover! For now—”
“Yeah, I got it bossman!” Cleo cuts you off with a grin. “Say no more.”
It's good to know you’re both on the same page, you just need to stay evasive until you’re in position to hammer—
“The stupid machine doesn’t know how to fight. It would have done better to leave that Wyrm to its pre-programmed attack routines! We should press the attack while it's strung up like a punching bag!” Cleo continues.
<span class="mu-i">Wait, what?</span>
>>6064676>Synergy check fail.“Cover me, La’afette. We’re going in!” The Ulveng calls in a cheerful voice.
“No, wait! That’s not what I—”
Your Foxbat surges forwards faster than the Void Wyrm can fly backwards, bringing you into optimal weapons range. But you have a terrible feeling that the stiff motions belie a poised and waiting robotic intelligence, not a state of dormancy. You watch, wide-eyed as one of the red, glowing frills blinks orange and one of the creature’s huge arms suddenly snaps up.
“Evade, Cleo! EVADE!” You cry out, frantically tweaking your instrument panel to squeeze whatever power you can back into your fighter’s shields.
Too late, your Navigation officer realises the danger.
“Shitshitshit!”
She desperately rolls the craft but the Wyrm brings its terrible claws slashing down. You’re crushed against your restraints as shields and inertial dampeners whine, trying to dissipate the blow.
<span class="mu-r">CD-01 takes three(3) shield damage distributed by [EVADE]. Right shields down. All other synergy bonuses lost.</span>
