"T-they're the guns Dan...My great great great...you get the idea...grandfather made. They have been past down for generations. I'm not great with weapons, but it sais that the gun is a FAL and that's a high tech helmet." She explained.
The Haze's World (RP, Open, Join!)
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Darth- For reasons soon to be explained soon, you can't attack the Haze yet...
You can though, attack these guys-
Inside the Haze, there was chaos. People running along, attacking people at random, theire eyes completely black, no traces of white or color. Some were huddled in street corners, crying into their arms. Many were covered in blood, vomit, and fecal matter, but they all shared one thing in common- They had gone insane, and were very dangerous to approach.
You can choose if these guys attack you or not, and I want some more interaction with each other! You are some of the only sane ones inside the Haze, team up, or at least talk!
You can though, attack these guys-
Inside the Haze, there was chaos. People running along, attacking people at random, theire eyes completely black, no traces of white or color. Some were huddled in street corners, crying into their arms. Many were covered in blood, vomit, and fecal matter, but they all shared one thing in common- They had gone insane, and were very dangerous to approach.
You can choose if these guys attack you or not, and I want some more interaction with each other! You are some of the only sane ones inside the Haze, team up, or at least talk!
Rachel slowly woke, her feline eyes slowly opening then blinking several times at the harsh fluorescent light that flooded her cryotube as she woke from her long slumber from the Alpha Centarie system. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs that clouded her thought before pressing the button to release her safety harness, which worked the second time, sending curses against choosing the lowest bidder through her mind before the large, transparent door to her coffin like tube was opened. A female nurse pulled out the long, comfortable slab that had been Rachel's bed for the last eighteen or so months, before chirping happily, "welcome to low earth orbit! I'll need to do a short diagnostic test on your vitals and you'll be set!"
Rachel's still sleepy brain was instantly annoyed by the young voice as she felt herself float off the bed a bit due to the microgravity. She shook her head again to clear the rather violent images of what she would like to do to the nurse's voice-box and instead settled on a scowl.
After several minutes of the nurse fumbling with her equipment due to the lack of gravity, she pointed Rachel to the nearest lavatory unit and went on to the next tube. Rachel quickly used the lack of gravity and her feline reflexes and, despite her reaction time was delayed slightly by cryosleep, she quickly reached the lavatory and relieved herself before heading to the artificial gravity rings.
Rachel's still sleepy brain was instantly annoyed by the young voice as she felt herself float off the bed a bit due to the microgravity. She shook her head again to clear the rather violent images of what she would like to do to the nurse's voice-box and instead settled on a scowl.
After several minutes of the nurse fumbling with her equipment due to the lack of gravity, she pointed Rachel to the nearest lavatory unit and went on to the next tube. Rachel quickly used the lack of gravity and her feline reflexes and, despite her reaction time was delayed slightly by cryosleep, she quickly reached the lavatory and relieved herself before heading to the artificial gravity rings.
Yey! Mass Slaughter! I'm on it.
Allister frowned at the Information he received from the Datanet. The Majority of the Population that had entered the Haze, upwards in the 90% area, had gone quite Insane. From the Machines' analysis, they were no new Physical modifications to the Insane. On the other hand, something had quite obviously broken their minds. The Commandant, while interested in Liquidating the Creature that had done it, would have liked to know a little more about the White Zone.
The Commandant gathered his men and moved towards a nearby crowd of the Insane. Trigger was left behind as Back up, seeing as his weapon would be more than capable of picking them off one by one. Dick was left with Trigger as well, just in case some bastard would try to sneak up on him.
Allister, figuring a Railgun would be overkill for this situation, brought out his Plasma Rifle and activated it. The Weapon started to hum mechanically as the Plasma was charged and, as quickly as it started, stopped 5 seconds later, glowing from Red to Blue meaning that it was ready to use. Glancing back, he nodded in satisfaction at the rest of his men doing the same.
He and his men approached the crowd, watching their crazed movements and behaviors. Allister turned to one of his men.
"Doc, what do you think? Do they still posses enough Intelligence to communicate with us?"
The Operative in question looked at each being intently and pulled out a medical device. After typing something into it for 8 seconds, he looked up at his Commandant.
"Sorry Chief. Currently, there Brain patterns are scrambled beyond recognition. They could be Intelligent, but I doubt they would want to talk to us. Not anymore."
Allister nodded, but wanted to try one last attempt before he would order a massacre. He saw one of the Insane, a beautiful mid-twenties female with short dark hair and blue eyes. Her face was caked with dirt and blood while she herself was clutching at her knees, mumbling to herself as she sat on the concrete. He slowly approached her and kneeled to meet her eyes. Of course, she could attempt a lunge to his face, but he knew one of his men would fry her to death before she could even try. He started speaking.
"Excuse me madam, are you all right? Would you like medical assistance?" Allister mentally shook himself at how stupid that sounded, but he really had nothing else to say so why not?
The Rave Haired woman stopped mumbling to herself, she looked at him and her eyes widened. She started to alternate between screaming, yelling, and crawling away from Allister, he could hear her words quite clearly.
"No..nonononnonono. Demon! Get away....Charlie! Where are you!....Charlie!..."
Allister shook his head, gritting his teeth at what had to be done. He ignored the woman and walked to the rest of his men. Once he reached them, he spoke to them.
"You know the Procedures. They cannot be communicated with. Wipe them out."
The Commandant aimed his weapon at one of the Insane. His mind recognized the figure as a businessman, dressed in fine, obviously expensive clothes. Well, once expensive anyway. The blood and gore that kept coming on to it due to the Businessman bludgeoning one of his fellows head into the Concrete.
The Commandant pulled the Trigger, Blue Plasma leapt out of his weapon, impacting the Man in the face. The man immediately screamed, clutching his face as it bubbled and Allister realized with some annoyance that his weapon was put on 25% of it's full capacity. He shrugged and kept firing, plasma bolts impacting on his hand and arms as he attempted to stave of the barrage. One of the bolts hit his arm at the elbow and the entire arm fell off. Allister continued firing into the man's face and upper body, firing for 5 seconds until all that was left was a quivering, burnt, and awful smelling mass of flesh.
He turned away from the sight and noted with some satisfaction that his own men had changed the setting of their weapons and was now firing at 85% capacity. Sapphire bolts of plasma impacted heads and boiled through, typically hitting the next Insane behind the original target. Bodies were dropping like flies as the Plasma barrage continued, the weapons barking as each man, woman and child aimed in the scopes of the 23rd died in a writhing mass of burnt flesh.
Allister looked behind him and realized that a group around of 50 men and women were trying to sneak up on the Squad from behind, using the houses as cover. He pinged 2 of his men, Gib and Grunt, to his side and contacted Trigger to fire at the supposed Ambushers.
A few seconds later, a sound reminiscent to hissing gas could be heard as a Crimson Plasma Bolt impacted one of the houses. Being configured to sniper classification left Trigger's weapon unable to fire as many shots as standard configuration rifles, but it allowed the man to fire at long distance and with enough power to pierce through a house and skewer the man behind it into a flaming barbecue.
Several shots later, the group presented itself to Allister's view. The Commandant waved his hand to Grunt and Gid and began to fire. Sapphire bolts joined Crimson as the combined energy began cooking the Insane alive.
Wednesday shrugged, and was about to reply when he heard sounds from outside. Moans and crashes, and in the distance, the crackle of plasma and the scream of the wounded.
"Outside, now!" he barked, "they will overwhelm us here!"
He clattered down the steps and spilled outside, to find the street filled with people, but they were people beyond recognition; mindless and stumbling. Wednesday was not sure whether they were a threat, but when one lunged at him, he had no choice. One huge claw fastened around the man, and crushed his spine. As the rest moved forward, Wednesday raised his claws and fired his tail, frying two more.
"Outside, now!" he barked, "they will overwhelm us here!"
He clattered down the steps and spilled outside, to find the street filled with people, but they were people beyond recognition; mindless and stumbling. Wednesday was not sure whether they were a threat, but when one lunged at him, he had no choice. One huge claw fastened around the man, and crushed his spine. As the rest moved forward, Wednesday raised his claws and fired his tail, frying two more.
Sophie holstered all of her weapons in the kit that came with it and put the mask on. She ran outside, fiddling with the variouse buttons and toggles when she saw Wednsday crush the spine of a man. She gasped and fell to her knees.
I knew it! Robots are evil!
A man lunged a her and pushed her to the floor.
"Help!"
I knew it! Robots are evil!
A man lunged a her and pushed her to the floor.
"Help!"
Allister smoothly side stepped a hasty lunge towards him by a particularly aggressive Insane, aimed his Rifle at his, now It's back, and fired. Hot Plasma impacted it's back and melted it's spine along with several other organs. The Commandant ignored the writhing and screaming of the once-man as it suffered from a case of liquidated spine as Allister looked around at the mess he and his men had created.
There was a lot of them for sure. The Haze had done an admittedly good job in sneaking up on the human population in Greyon. There must be several thousand of them within the entire sector, all of which would have put any number of Citizens in deep trouble, hell even a lone Specialist. Unfortunately for the Insane, they were facing a group of 9 fully trained and genetically altered Operatives with access to Plasma Weaponry.
If someone was guiding them, it could be considered his Waterloo. Assuming otherwise, Allister considered the Massacre in front of him.
His men were cleaning up quite nicely. Their weapons were hovering nicely over 80-90% charge, roughly translating to melting inorganic materials and burning to a crisp anything else. Plasma Weaponry chattered off into the crowd, quickly stopping any charge as the Plasma cut through several ranks of the Insane before it stopped. In the distance, the hissing of dispensed Plasma could be heard as Trigger continued firing, cutting through near a Dozen before the Charge stopped. Allister thought for a moment as he pumped Plasma into an unsuspecting Insane.
'Should have planned this more carefully. The first few dozen were easy enough to cut through. But the screams managed to attract the attention of every other bastard within a hundred meters. Then those bastards screamed, and the Insane a hundred meters beyond that heard and screamed as well. It's a good thing that Plasma Rifles don't run out of ammo, otherwise we'd be fucked.
He shook his head out of his moronic reverie and aimed his gun at the writhing mass. He considered his options as he fired his weapon.
We could stay and wipe the Fuckers out. No, assuming we even could before one of us slips up and the defense cordon goes, the Insane aren't the only enemies here. The death of practically all the Insane in a single sector ought to warn them that there was something kicking their servants' collective asses.
We could stay and hold our position. Same problem. We've wiped a sizable number by now, they'd have noticed that by now. If we stay at the scene of the crime, they'd have us pinned down.
We turn this into a running battle? Ridiculous. That would tire everyone concerned, thus leaving us to their mercy.
Hide? No. We have a mission to complete. Hiding indefinitely would not accomplish it.
A thought occurred to Allister. How about running through the sewers? No. That was idiotic. They had no idea what the hell was in the sewers, let alone how to fight them.
A walking battle then. We continuously walk towards a given location and turn everything that fights us into ash.
That sounded appealing.
Allister contacted Trigger and Dick to meet up with him and to turn his Rifle into it's regular configuration. He waited for a few moments as they eventually met up with him, gunning down Insane as they did. Allister looked at the last recorded GPS maps of the town and picked a location that went deeper into the White Zone.
Alpha Group continued moving forward, hands on their weapons, as they cut through every Insane Bastard in their path while walking at a leisurely pace.
There was a lot of them for sure. The Haze had done an admittedly good job in sneaking up on the human population in Greyon. There must be several thousand of them within the entire sector, all of which would have put any number of Citizens in deep trouble, hell even a lone Specialist. Unfortunately for the Insane, they were facing a group of 9 fully trained and genetically altered Operatives with access to Plasma Weaponry.
If someone was guiding them, it could be considered his Waterloo. Assuming otherwise, Allister considered the Massacre in front of him.
His men were cleaning up quite nicely. Their weapons were hovering nicely over 80-90% charge, roughly translating to melting inorganic materials and burning to a crisp anything else. Plasma Weaponry chattered off into the crowd, quickly stopping any charge as the Plasma cut through several ranks of the Insane before it stopped. In the distance, the hissing of dispensed Plasma could be heard as Trigger continued firing, cutting through near a Dozen before the Charge stopped. Allister thought for a moment as he pumped Plasma into an unsuspecting Insane.
'Should have planned this more carefully. The first few dozen were easy enough to cut through. But the screams managed to attract the attention of every other bastard within a hundred meters. Then those bastards screamed, and the Insane a hundred meters beyond that heard and screamed as well. It's a good thing that Plasma Rifles don't run out of ammo, otherwise we'd be fucked.
He shook his head out of his moronic reverie and aimed his gun at the writhing mass. He considered his options as he fired his weapon.
We could stay and wipe the Fuckers out. No, assuming we even could before one of us slips up and the defense cordon goes, the Insane aren't the only enemies here. The death of practically all the Insane in a single sector ought to warn them that there was something kicking their servants' collective asses.
We could stay and hold our position. Same problem. We've wiped a sizable number by now, they'd have noticed that by now. If we stay at the scene of the crime, they'd have us pinned down.
We turn this into a running battle? Ridiculous. That would tire everyone concerned, thus leaving us to their mercy.
Hide? No. We have a mission to complete. Hiding indefinitely would not accomplish it.
A thought occurred to Allister. How about running through the sewers? No. That was idiotic. They had no idea what the hell was in the sewers, let alone how to fight them.
A walking battle then. We continuously walk towards a given location and turn everything that fights us into ash.
That sounded appealing.
Allister contacted Trigger and Dick to meet up with him and to turn his Rifle into it's regular configuration. He waited for a few moments as they eventually met up with him, gunning down Insane as they did. Allister looked at the last recorded GPS maps of the town and picked a location that went deeper into the White Zone.
Alpha Group continued moving forward, hands on their weapons, as they cut through every Insane Bastard in their path while walking at a leisurely pace.
Rachel floated at a liesurely pace towards the personal storage unit that was fast becoming the hub of activity for her cryo block as roughly 120 of the other females floated towards the unit, where their few possesions and articles of clothing lay secure. When she reached the wide circular door and she swung herself around the lip of the enterance towards her small, rectangular box filled with her armoured neural suit, her basic ID and her side arm. She swipped her thumb over the locking mechanism, opened it and pulled out the neural suit, or the second skin as it was aptly nicknamed.
She squeezed into the suit, fastens her "dog tags" around her neck, put her sidearm in its holster and ran a system diagnostics, after finding no problems, she activated the nanodrone who's job it was to keep the vital suit running. Rachel nodded to some faces she recognized before slipping out of the quickly crowding unit and rocketing towards the garavity areas, her arms outstretched in a joking manner as she grabbed the railings that marked her return to gravity and used them to inch herself forwards to the outer areas of the ship. as she slowly felt gravity smother her with its suffocating totalitly. When she reached then end of the railings, she started to walk, albeit shakily, after those in front of her towards the general assembly area.
Admiral Rafen got off the comms with the commander in charge of the quarentine, he slowly shook his head, before addressing the roughly one thousand marines and other assorted personel he would be sending down into the mist. He strode to the podium, his old, greying features a mix of anticipation and frustration at the stupiddity of buearocracy before addressing the troops, "alright! You all know what we're here for..."
As the Admiral spoke, his voice reaching the eight other ships in the battlegroup and their marines as well, Rachel's eyes poured over the handout of her squads objectives and those of the army that had been assembled.
"... We have confirmed that elements of the 23 shadow battalion have entered the AO, they will be under your command for the duration of this assault. You people have done this before, several times, you know what needs to happen, upon entering the haze, you are to establish forward CPs, where armor and close air support will deploy, before pushing into the city to gather evidence to onfirm what we know, that HETS 1 are responsable, and remove this threat. If you fail in this goal, we will be forced to crack this planet open, you have 2 weeks people, get it done."
She squeezed into the suit, fastens her "dog tags" around her neck, put her sidearm in its holster and ran a system diagnostics, after finding no problems, she activated the nanodrone who's job it was to keep the vital suit running. Rachel nodded to some faces she recognized before slipping out of the quickly crowding unit and rocketing towards the garavity areas, her arms outstretched in a joking manner as she grabbed the railings that marked her return to gravity and used them to inch herself forwards to the outer areas of the ship. as she slowly felt gravity smother her with its suffocating totalitly. When she reached then end of the railings, she started to walk, albeit shakily, after those in front of her towards the general assembly area.
Admiral Rafen got off the comms with the commander in charge of the quarentine, he slowly shook his head, before addressing the roughly one thousand marines and other assorted personel he would be sending down into the mist. He strode to the podium, his old, greying features a mix of anticipation and frustration at the stupiddity of buearocracy before addressing the troops, "alright! You all know what we're here for..."
As the Admiral spoke, his voice reaching the eight other ships in the battlegroup and their marines as well, Rachel's eyes poured over the handout of her squads objectives and those of the army that had been assembled.
"... We have confirmed that elements of the 23 shadow battalion have entered the AO, they will be under your command for the duration of this assault. You people have done this before, several times, you know what needs to happen, upon entering the haze, you are to establish forward CPs, where armor and close air support will deploy, before pushing into the city to gather evidence to onfirm what we know, that HETS 1 are responsable, and remove this threat. If you fail in this goal, we will be forced to crack this planet open, you have 2 weeks people, get it done."
Sarah felt herself awakening slowly again. Her head still pounded but she felt that some of her strength had returned. She pushed herself into a sitting position using some pillows to keep herself up. She looked around the room. All around her were highly advanced machines. She cupped her face in her hands, slowly massaging her forehead. What the hell happened. The last thing I remember is being in Virginia. I was helping Dan and Rosa and some people they had pickup to kill an old friend of Dans, what was his, a think it started with a B, B . . . something. Sarah cringed in pain as pain flared through her head. Urgh, my head is killing me. I can barely remember anything. The pillows gave way and Sarah collapsed back onto the bed. She pushed strands of red hair out out of her face.
She heard a door slid open and a nurse walked in. "Ahh, you're finally awake." He walked over to her side. Sarah pushed herself up again, "What happened to me."
"I'm not actually allowed to talk to you about that. The doctor will be in later to tell you that. I've just been sent to check up on you."
Sarah leaned back letting out her breath in a long, slow whistle. The nurse was scribbling down figures from some of the machines. [i[No use trying to argue with him. Probably just end up damaging myself.[/i]
She heard a door slid open and a nurse walked in. "Ahh, you're finally awake." He walked over to her side. Sarah pushed herself up again, "What happened to me."
"I'm not actually allowed to talk to you about that. The doctor will be in later to tell you that. I've just been sent to check up on you."
Sarah leaned back letting out her breath in a long, slow whistle. The nurse was scribbling down figures from some of the machines. [i[No use trying to argue with him. Probably just end up damaging myself.[/i]
Wednesday slipped effortlessly into full combat systems, a state he had not used for too long, and even given the his limited weaponry the battle became almost leisurely. His programming was simplified and streamlined, giving him narrower thoughts but after reactions. The Insane fell before laser and any that got too close were pulped by his claws, capable as they were of tearing though the hull of a spaceship or forcibly disassembling a tank.
What he was not ready for, however, was liabilities. As Sophie went down with an Insane on top of her, he dropped out of combat mode to swipe her attacker into the air, where a laser shot incinerated him. However, the delay was significant, and his reactions were slower now; his claws were doing more work, and the Insane were too close for his laser. They were grabbing him, pulling at him, and there was little he could do to stop them
What he was not ready for, however, was liabilities. As Sophie went down with an Insane on top of her, he dropped out of combat mode to swipe her attacker into the air, where a laser shot incinerated him. However, the delay was significant, and his reactions were slower now; his claws were doing more work, and the Insane were too close for his laser. They were grabbing him, pulling at him, and there was little he could do to stop them
Sophie asped when the man was killed. She was finally realising, that these were not normal people.
Maybe robots arn't so evil...
She stood up and pulled the FAL from her back. She mumbled something to herself and flicked a switch on her gun. The gun's barrel turned white almost imedietly. She smirked under the helmet and aimed for one of the crazies. She nearly pulled th trigger, but could'nt bring herself to do it. She hesitated for a moment and then a crazy jumped her from behind, forcing her to pull the trigger. She gasped.
W-what have I done? I-I killed someone...
Maybe robots arn't so evil...
She stood up and pulled the FAL from her back. She mumbled something to herself and flicked a switch on her gun. The gun's barrel turned white almost imedietly. She smirked under the helmet and aimed for one of the crazies. She nearly pulled th trigger, but could'nt bring herself to do it. She hesitated for a moment and then a crazy jumped her from behind, forcing her to pull the trigger. She gasped.
W-what have I done? I-I killed someone...
Wednesday lunged sideways, pulling in his legs and rolling, crushing a few of his attackers under his bulk, then lashed out with his limbs and flipped upright, lashing out to clear a space and fire his laser. As it flashed out again, it was accompanied by Sophie's shot.
Wednesday saw her freeze, and recognised the symptoms of battle-shock; she had obviously never been in a fire-fight before. Before the Insane could close again, he picked her up in one claw and began to accelerate away form the crowd. as son as he could, he put her on his pack, and began searching for cover. In the distance, he heard more gunfire and combat, which he decided was a good thing, as anyone fighting these monsters was likely to be friendly. He angled towards the sound, and a squad of troopers came into view, moving slowly and cutting down all in their way.
Stopping short to avoid inviting attack, Wednesday called out with the semi-traditional greeting between two military groups "Permission to approach?"
Wednesday saw her freeze, and recognised the symptoms of battle-shock; she had obviously never been in a fire-fight before. Before the Insane could close again, he picked her up in one claw and began to accelerate away form the crowd. as son as he could, he put her on his pack, and began searching for cover. In the distance, he heard more gunfire and combat, which he decided was a good thing, as anyone fighting these monsters was likely to be friendly. He angled towards the sound, and a squad of troopers came into view, moving slowly and cutting down all in their way.
Stopping short to avoid inviting attack, Wednesday called out with the semi-traditional greeting between two military groups "Permission to approach?"
Sophie breathed heavily,
"Thank you wednsday." She said. She wrapped her arms around him, "I'm sorry I couldn't fight. I know now, that in order to save myself and others, I must put these people out of their misery."
She saw the squad in view. She tucked her head onto wednsday and tried to hide her face and the small amount of blood on it.
"Thank you wednsday." She said. She wrapped her arms around him, "I'm sorry I couldn't fight. I know now, that in order to save myself and others, I must put these people out of their misery."
She saw the squad in view. She tucked her head onto wednsday and tried to hide her face and the small amount of blood on it.
The robot waited for the soldiers to reply, but still he heard the girl's words. Deep within his silicon and crystal soul, he felt the civilian-protection imperatives fulfilled, and knew something akin to happiness
"I've no idea" he murmured, "But they are enemies of our enemies, and I hope they are our friends"
Terribly Sorry, had to go somewhere last night.
Allister liquidized another one of the Insane's head and burned another man in half with his Plasma Rifle. He gritted his teeth at the mission countdown at the upper right section of his HUD. The Fleet would have started dropping Regiments into the planet by now. Of course, that was the accepted 'Back Up' if the 23rd failed in Containing the outbreak. Though, he didn't know if they really did fail to contain it. But nevertheless, Alpha Group has not yet contacted the main base, due to the damn stupid Haze. The Admirals would be using my absence to take control of the 23rd, like that's gonna happen. My men are here for Containment, and if any of the Stuck up pricks bids them do otherwise, then things would get particularly messy. He didn't know which Admiral would have command over the scenario now, with the 23rd leaderless for now, but he had a good guess.
Allister snapped out of his Imaginings at the sight of 2 figures in the mist. One appeared to be a female civilian, apparently on the ground from, exhaustion? Too far away to be certain. While the other one was....a Battle Droid. Interesting. Very Interesting.
The Commandant looked behind him and saw one final wave of Insane. He pinged the rest of his squad.
"All right Boys! Full Blasts on my Mark!" He yelled as he increased the Plasma Charge to 100%
The design Alpha Group was currently holding was a Mark 7 Vanguard Heavy Plasma Rifle. It was versatile enough to be able to reconfigure itself to a standard Rifle, a Sniper Rifle, or a Shotgun. Typically, anything below 80% would be Rifle territory. The Amount of energy coupled with the friction would potentially stall the weapon, as testament to several close calls earlier. 95% and above, invariably required an automatic Shotgun configuration. A large, wide spread shot which required a long cool down was permissible under these circumstances.
The weapons that the Specialists held had already turned a deep crimson, signaling the moment to fire. Allister waited for 5 seconds then yelled the order. 8 Plasma Canisters immediately drained themselves, already having been near depleted from the firefight earlier, and dumped their collective energy into the Group.
The first line of around15 Insane were the lucky ones. The Combined energy coupled with the close quarters meant that they didn't have to suffer very long at all. The Plasma incinerated them, turning them into ash as the energy spread out. The 2nd and 3rd line were merely cut in half and the individual pieces quickly burning out. 5th to 7th were peppered with energy, causing random pieces of their bodies, predominantly the ones closest to line 7, to burst in flame. The Vast majority of that line had their branes cooked alive due to the extreme heat. The last line managed to only receive mild energy burns and a not so mild temperature exposure due to the Plasma. They clutched their faces as they melted and sank to the ground clutching their skin.
Allister pointed to Dick and Meat, "You 2, put those bastards out of their misery. Trigger, Brute, Dog. You go and scout the immediate perimeter. Doc, Gear? Come with me."
He nodded to the squad to fulfill their own orders as he went up to the strange pair. He cranked up communications slightly, ensuring that the Droid wouldn't hack into their relays or anything. He spoke to the Droid and Civilian. "Are you okay Maam? Droid? Do you require any assistance?" Right after saying so, he spoke to the other 2 through their helmets and said "Analysis. What is the state of these 2? Are they clinically sane?"