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Subject Amelius lines up a shot. Tests the range. Breathes in. Breathes out. Squeezes the trigger.
The railgun barely even has a perceptible kick, it's all accelerated slivers of someone's final destiny. One shot. Two shots. Three shots. Four shots. Five. Each one - PAP PA PA PA PA PA - slaps into the reinforced concrete at the end of the room, and each one . . . though it does gruesome damage . . . fails to overpenetrate . . . except that last shot which does finally burst through and out on the other side.
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Sundae instigates a workers uprising.
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increasing mesh comms chatter and very - very - frantic security personnel updates knocks the Alarm status up another few ratchets, and one of the resting fireteams are mobilized to respond to rampaging biologic subject.
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Fireteam Gallu goes down like their namesake did, in a sea of fire and light. The last standing member executes a perfect combat roll out of the hotzone and runs north along the corridor, squeezing down the trigger wildly as he does, bullets spraying, intending to buy himself those precious seconds to get away away away from the flame and the fire and the claws and the teeth and the whole lot of everything and the SCREECHING
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Alekson slips on an invisible banana peel as he turns around to ask Gallium a question and as he does, his shield goes flying out of his hand and totally by accident into the incoming clinging sticky web of the Spitespider, which triggers its murder reflex early and it pulls back on a mostly empty web, having caught no further subjects. It is more angry than anything has ever been angry.
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Through the Mesh-systems more solidified in this section of the facility, subPHARAOH is pleased to let you know it has finally finished overriding the security lockdown on the Transit system. We can egress at your pleasure, Subjects.
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Autarch, Ketlan and Trish get hit in the face by an oaken bit of wooden debris that decides it'd much rather go flying today, flung by the woodshaping psionic will of one of the Heralds of the Bulb, who orders its final fanatic warrior to surge forward and KILL KILL KILL the interlopers.
The warriors are a lot more interested in surging "anywhere but here" and flee into the darkness.
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A distant "Skree" rolls through the facility walls, faintly tinged with a scent of mild satisfaction.
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Na-Tree think its very pleasant to be a tree. Chimera gives Nadir a good shake but that doesn't quite snap them out of it.
>ESCAPE PHASE
>THAT MEANS YOU LOT
