Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"If I may present to the G-Team and it's associated allies, our very own set of mechas! Crafted from the finest bastardizations of American engineering, this fleet of barely-spacefaring mechanical exo-suits are equipped with the best metal I could scrounge up, and basically all only have swords and shields since we're strapped for ammo."

"As for their capabilities together, all seven combine into a lovely amalgam of the mechas, creating a machine that is roughly the size of our eldritch opponent. For the record I form the head, Zombie makes the arms, Paddy is the torso, Grim is the legs and everyone else is additional weaponry. Actually, fuck it, take whatever one you want. Besides the head because I built these and I deserve it."

"Please, please, hold your applause until we kill the Star Spawn."

I hop into my own mecha and beckon the group to get in theirs.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Cool. I get to hold the weapons." I hop into my mech and realize, it is fucking awesome.

 

[Paddy the Second]

I hop into the chest. "I presume I'm here to use magic, how do you control a torso, seriously?"

 

[Saltarius]

"By being stable?" I try and get a feel for the loose controls, and really wish I just based this off Steel Batalion. Then I realize nobody played that game and am glad I didn't do that.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"I guess you make sure everything is connected and working properly? I get the cool part. I do the actual fighting.

 

[Saltarius]

"They never explained this shit when I was six and watching Might Morphin Power Rangers, so I just assumed this shit worked on it's own."

I then hop out of the suit and try to manage the oxygen levels on the suits, getting as much of the scuba store's oxygen tanks as possible and loading up on them.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Are there computers in here? If so they'd better not be Macs."

 

[Saltarius]

"Please, Macs are for hipsters who think that Apple can actually make computers that don't get viruses. Nah, they're Commodores. Y'know like one of the first compu- Why are you facepalming?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"At least they're not Macs." I boot up the Hitchhiker's game. "I'mma be here for a while guys."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"I like it. Gives us a nice nostalgic smell."

 

[Saltarius]

"We're all gonna be here for a while until G-Ma- I mean Xot decides that we can battle FTHULU. I mean come on, why can't fifty or so welded together Toyota parts barely held together with amateur welding and a limited knowledge of engineering and general hope it won't fall apart take on a being beyond the comprehension of even the most grounded scientist?"

I hop back into my mech, the oxygen levels on all them secure. I light one of my special Cuban cigars and boot up Monkey Island to pass the time.

"Did I forget to mention when these combine, we get a badass G insignia on the chest?"

OOC: Captcha: 268 Horsepower. Pfft, I beat that the moment I started Frankensteining your cars Toyota.

 

[RaNDM G]

A gold G shines on the mecha's chest, as if the machine itself is giving silent approval of your handiwork. You have a feeling this is the greatest engineering marvel any man has accomplished, even better than the time man first landed on the moon and walked across its surface. There's no way this plan could possibly fail.

The mecha falls apart under the combined weight of the Mall fighters.

I mean... You built that out of nothing but scrap metal.

What did you expect?

"Are you guys done fooling around?"

 

[MinimanZombie]

I sigh, "Yeah. I think we're ready."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Little help here Salt? At least we know it's robust." I'm still in the torso, buried beneath the head and other pieces of scrap.

 

[Paddy the Second]

((Oop, double post.))

 

[Saltarius]

"Fuck."

"Y'know Xot, you could be a bit more helpful and give us some arc welders or future tech or something."

I out of the collapsed mech easily, being on top and manage to pull Paddy from the wreckage. "K Pads, maybe you can pull a deus ex machina spell and make it so this thing doesn't fall apart?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"Alright. So weighing our options and given what we can work with, I think this is our best plan. You need to make your way to the Mall's core and overload the system. Once that is done, I can divert all of the power back to that freak and fry it. The only problem is that all of the sub-basements are locked."

Xot finishes cooking his breakfast. He flips his scrambled eggs onto a plate and shakes a lot of black pepper over them before taking a bite. He walks back to his desk with the plate in his hand.

"What I can do is try a forced respawn. You'll be separated in different sub-basements, but just follow the power lines and you should all find each other. It's going to be dark down there, so watch your backs."

"Grim, your saw should be finished charging. Regrouping should be easier by cutting open portals. And I'm taking the lock off your gun, Salt."

He takes a few more bites of his eggs.

"Any questions guys?"

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Just one. Will there be the sludge creatures, like last time?"

 

[Saltarius]

"Can you direct me to an easy source of bullets for the gun? Also, you think I can at least make smaller body suits for the rest of the party so we at least have some kind of protection and lighting?"

I begin to take apart the mechas and try to salvage the bits and pieces of them into more suitable body armors, indivudualized by the user's first intial (Nickname wise). I return to my old suit and atatch my gun to it.

"I'm ready for anything, I figure."

 

[MinimanZombie]

I try on the armor. It's very similar to the Chinese stealth suit from Fallout 3 and NV. "Nice. I usually prefer the stealth route anyway. Not that it will help against monsters from hell itself but still."