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Forewarned by Osiris setting off the flame turrets, Fireteam Gallu checks their corners. It doesn't take them long to hear the distant babbling whispering of Nadir's voices, or spot the fuzzy ears of Chimera poking around a corner, or hear the loud screeching of the Spitespider, or hear the impact of running feet and sprinting augmentics.
They flash handsigns, spread out, flip over tables, roll a few cannisters of chemical grenades down the hallway. Just the light stuff, for a warm-up.
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The Hunger that was Gluttony rips its way eastwards.
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Trish and a trio of Woodsie Ones overpower an Entling, now that Autarch had damaged it enough. Against a swarm of arrows, they have to duck and dodge and weave.
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The SpiteSpider almost - ALMOST - kills Wilder. And Everett. And NeoGenesis.
It's patient. It will try again soon.
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Osiris feels his flesh bubble and break away. How unusual. Normally he's the one doing the Conversion, but it seems he has more than met his match in the pulsating mass that is this amalgamation of intent.
>HOW NOVEL
>+1 CP
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Bulwark snatches a biometric card and spots a friend.
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Alekson begs the universe for a gimme and spends a lot of filched, stolen luck. A door neabry pings open, revealing a mess hall and meeting area to discuss data-flow, a gaggle of confused looking security officers within.
>YAWNING PHASE
>THAT MEANS YOU LOT
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>IT CANNOT **POSSIBLY** GET ANY WORSE
>+1 CP, all Subjects.
