The Western Frontier: An Episodic, Schizotech Sci-Fi RP (Started)

[Evrant-Knight]

"So... shall we make our way? Unless you have another idea of where to go?" Xion had asked, given Kristina a coy smile afterwards, Lukaas and Mechty had already left for the markets.

"Actually, I know of this eatery near the market stalls, from what I can remember, it serves some really nice food, decent price as well." She then left the conference room at the back of the Red Giant Cafe, Xion following soon behind her. They were making their away amongst the variety of market stalls, some selling clothes, others, jewellery, even a few selling some weapons, none of which interested her.

It was then that a loud boom was heard, the surrounding people then began to panic, taking shelter wherever they could. Kristina pulled out her crossbow, ready to fire at whoever took the shot. A group of security mechs were patrolling the area near them at the time, ignoring the sound that was just made. Suddenly they stopped, and turned to face Kristina, their optics glowing red, and their weapons armed.

With a slow and steady plod, they began marching towards her, with a grim look of determination on their cold metal faces. She could sense that something wasn't right with them, as they never normally acted in this manner. Feeling as though they would attack, Kristina held her crossbow in one hand, and pulled on the trigger.

In a moments notice, a security mech had fallen down, its head slowly rolling away. This caused the others to increase their movement speed, now a heavy thud. Realising that she wouldn't have enough time to fire off another bolt, she returned her crossbow to its place, and withdrew her sword from underneath her coat. Swinging it around a few times, she raised it in challenge.

"Come on then, let us see how you perform in battle."

 

[JokerboyJordan]

"Actually, I know of this eatery near the market stalls" Kristina remarked as they made their way into the market district. There were a variety of wares available, a set of blades caught Xion's eye, but they were nothing but cheap replicas made to sell to tourists.

"...From what I can remember, it serves some really nice food, decent price as well..."

It was then that a loud noise was heard, it was unmistakably a gunshot. It's sound rang out across the station, and was accompanied by a series of screams coming from across the market as the bullet inevitably found it's target. Some poor sap was probably just covered in someone's brain confetti.

A small group of security robots appeared from around the corner, and began to march their way towards the couple with a steady pace, their weapons poised and ready to strike at Kristina. Showing such unwarranted aggression was not something that security bots normally did; clearly they were malfunctioning, either that or their protocols had been hacked into.

As they began to speed towards her, she raised her arm, crossbow in hand, and fired a bolt that took a mech's head clean off. Such a primitive weapon, it's silence would do her no help, it's mechanism was far too slow to reload. Kristina appeared to realise this, as immediately after she expended it, she proceeded to draw her longsword in anticipation of the oncoming attack. Swinging it around a few times, she raised it in challenge.

"Come on then, let us see how you perform in battle."

Sigh... These tin cans won't prove much of a challenge at all...

Xion drew his katana, and rushed towards the group of bots, his sword in hand. In one fell swoop, it's vibroblade cleaved through their weapons like butter. He cleanly decapitated (if it could be classified as a head) one of the bots, leaving it spurting oil as well as sending up sparks, a devastating combination.
He kicked it's body with his full force, sending it hurtling towards the rest of the mechs, the explosion resulting in a shower of alloy, his coat protecting him from the rain of metallic shards.

"Well...that wasn't very fun at all..." he said before noticing another group of four security robots made their appearance from behind Kristina.

Xion twirled his sword, throwing the oil that had gathered on the surface it's blade on the floor whilst still leaving a dull sheen that coated it.
He walked his way towards her, leaving the flames of the mechs behind him. He stood ready, with the katana in his right hand poised, whilst his left hand beckoned the security bots towards him.

He turned his head to speak to Kristina.

"Apologies for stealing your challenge, would you like to take these ones? Or would you require assistance?"

 

[Redryhno]

The bots began moving in, these ones more heavily armed than the rest of the station simply because this was the first place anybody arrived at. There was a group of men who pulled guns from under their coats and began firing at them as the sentries began moving on them and revealing their own weaponry.

The small group of sentries fell to combined fire from them and were followed by another small group in the hangar. Kier'Ran just sat behind the crate, he wasn't getting paid for this and protecting the ship was all he really cared about just now. The sentries began moving in more forcefully then, pushing back the lines of fire until they closed. A group of three of them tore through a group and got too close to the ship. Kier'Ran jumped out of hiding, swinging the chain which caught one by the leg and after a quick tug, fell to the floor. He ran up behind it and slammed his boot through it's head, crushing the power supply inside. The other two turned and engaged. With a *schlict* the claws hidden in his arm sprouted and he carved a hole through the armor plating of the one on his left before ducking and causing the one of his right to send a spike into the other's head. The compromised sentry began flailing his arms about, hitting the undamaged one several time before being targeted by a gun mounted on the shoulder of the final bot.

Kier'Ran led with the chain, swinging it and slamming the bot with his full strength, busting a hole in a leg and causing it to fall to the ground where it was helpless to his arm's power. The three were dealt with and could continue to be used as cover. Most importantly, the ship was unscathed, though he had made his presence known to the sentries and more converged on him. The smell of oil and fire filled the air.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Kristina watched as Xion tackled the security mechs head on, impressed with his skills with the blade. After defeating them, he calmly walked away, twirling his katana to flick away the oil that had spurted from the machines. She began to clap briefly.

"Apologies for stealing your challenge, would you like to take these ones? Or would you require assistance?"

"No worries Xion, they was going to go down anyway, it was just a matter of by whom. I must say though, your skill with the blade is good, great even. As for these next ones, I shall take care of them." Kristina responded with, charging in to face the group.

The first one came at her with a stun rod, but she quickly rolled underneath the electrified baton, and sweeping the mech's legs, sending it to the floor. Kristina then plunged her sword straight into what would be considered its heart, causing oil to spurt out. Another, this time with a large club tried knocking her off balance, to no avail. She leapt over its back, striking at the neck with one of her wrist blades. As one fell, another rose to challenge her resolve. It was a pair of blades instead of hands. She quickly defeated this one, by tricking it into sticking its blades into the ground, pinning it. Kristina finished it off, by decapitating its head.

 

[Malyc]

"Yeah, there're hangers on the ship, though it's been a while since we've used them. Although, personally, I doubt you'll need your own personal ship if you'll be rolling with us, but I'm fine with transporting it."

"Excellent." Kin responded. "It can easily be converted to a drop ship if necessary, which will at least give us a bit more flexibility in how we engage an objective." She was pleased that she wouldn't have to sell the Aurora, and they'd still be able to keep their workshop. "I'll get it ready right now, have it on board shortly."

She turned to Ray and Precis. "Shall we?" Kin asked, starting for the door. Outside, she was greeted by the sounds of a battle starting up on the other end of the station. Shouldn't the security mechs be taking care of that? Why's it sound like it's getting closer?

"We may have to fight our way to the ship. Ya have all your weapons ready to go, Ray?" Ordinarily, Kin wouldn't be all that worried, but with Precis right there, she was going to be extra careful.

 

[370999]

Vane had slowly been making his way out of the cafe, his mind far off in better places. when he heard the sound of gunshots going from outside. The patrons of the cafe looked scared, huddling away from windows. Shouldn't the security mechs stop large scale fights mused Vane for a moment before he turned and ran for the door.

How Ironic he smiled to himself looking at the perpetrators of the discord.

Outside the street was panic, a tempest of steel and bullets. Vane drew his sword from the scabbard and whispered an old mantra under his breath. The hilt seemed to produce thick tendrils of ink, which ran up the length of the blade, dying it a deep midnight black. The image of the Panter started to animate and began to pace up and down the blade, it's gold contrasting with the black background. Vane's robes began to pulsate blues rapidly, making his body look like a shoal of fish constantly writhing and twisting. His voice took on a more synthetic tone, as he began to recite the long battle verse from memory.

Assuming the form of the Tiger's claws, Vane drifted towards the nearest combat drone that was wrecking havoc, His blade lashing out like a serpent's tongue and ripping out a vital part of the sensor unit. The droid flailed blindly, but was quickly finished by the Sufian Swordsman. Turning his head he saw a group of individuals from earlier, the Fire crowned man, and the woman dressed in blood rain, Vane he seeing a brief flash of orange, battling against the drones. Knowing the ancient rules forbidding a Sufian from ever carrying a gun, he made his way towards them hopefully to fight along side them

His voice raised to a harsh echoing bellow he screamed "You there, It's me the Sufian, from the Blackhearts". Distracting someone from combat would have horrid consequences but Vane knew they needed to link up to suffer this storm of disorder.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

"Shall we?"

"After you," Ray said, nodding for the doorway. Once Kin pushed open the doors, his ears were met with the sounds of gunfire and screaming in the distance.

"We may have to fight our way to the ship. Ya have all your weapons ready to go, Ray?"

"Woman, when don't I have them ready?" Ray asked, taking his rifle off his shoulder and keeping it at the ready. He looked down at Precis as he made his way to the door, "Alright li'l miss, things're gonna get pretty ugly. Don't you worry none, just stick with Kin and you'll be alright."

Ray pulled the bolt of his rifle back and chambered a .577 Nitro Express round with swift, experienced precision right before pushing the bolt back in place. "I'm gonna clear the way."

Looking out at the sprawl before him, he could see dozens of security bots fighting against people. It soon became clear that something was wrong with the machines when he saw them cutting down defenseless people in the streets. A small group quickly began converging on a couple of combatants, a man and a woman from the meeting. It also seemed that a walking light show was striding towards them with a black blade of some sort. The pair looked to be in quite the fray and the striding strobe light was being quick to jump right in.

"Gorram bots, goin' on the fritz," Ray mumbled as he raised his rifle. The haywire machines were close enough that the scope wasn't necessary, so he took aim and fired. The round burst from the barrel with a loud boom and tore through the hull of one of the metal contraptions. Ray continued reloading and firing, muttering every time he chambered another round. "This is why...you don't let...a goddamn...tin can...act...on its own...goddamn...accord!"

With each pause, another round was fired and another machine dropped to the ground with a large hole through its casing. He lowered his rifle once he felt it was clear enough to advance safely.

 

[Redryhno]

Things were starting to look up for the men holding the hangar. They were pushing back the tide of sentry bots, though at the present, things had come to a standstill. The bots couldn't move forward without being almost instantaneously cut down, and the smugglers,merchants,guards,guns-for-hire, and more than a few bounty hunters couldn't move up because of the sentries calling for reinforcements, and getting them. The reinforcements came in the form of a half-dozen green-painted, rough, but much less worn models, equipped with all manner of firearm and from the demonstrations they'd given, had a very good targeting protocol imbedded into their programming. Two had been taken down, but four remained, and anyone popping their head up almost instantly had a cascade of bullets fired at them. Most of the people were shredded within seconds, but a few were lucky enough to be hiding behind reinforced bulkheads,thick crates, or the like. Kier'Ran was one of the few still at the edge, of the fight, crouched behind a small ship near the Blackheart's own.

"And this is why I shy from large settlements. Bots with all kinds of guns you can't get close and engage, no, they stay back and shoot at you. Fucking tufaas"

He jumped out and ran towards a group of people huddled behind a stack of pylons, and most of them had guns of some sort. A hail of fire accompanied his advance, ricocheting off the beams, and catching one of the few in the throat, he jumped up in surprise and was cut down. He was closer now, if he could get some kind of distraction, he could take it out. They didn't seem to have any kind of close-range weaponry, just well-maintained guns being fed from within their casings, which he supposed simply recycled the rounds since they hadn't dropped a single bullet casing the whole time.

 

[Kuroneko Aisha]

Precis had been taking in her local surroundings out of curiosity, since she had never left Galatea before stowing away with Kin and Ray, but her attention was quickly brought back to her new friends when the combat happened outside the room. Quickly hurrying back to the two and listening to Ray telling her to stay close, she nodded her head and said. "Y-yessir, I'll stay close!" When the door was opened her eyes widened. It was a complete slaughter. Innocent men and women were being cut down by the rampaging robots, and it seemed to hit Precis especially hard. Her body was shaking and her eyes were filled with fear as she muttered something along the lines of. "R-robby..It's just like Robby."

Robby had been the name of the robot Precis had built by herself when she was only a small child, and until her ninth year of life, she had worked on improving and making adjustments to the bot. That was until she messed with the wrong chip, and caused Robby to go haywire, resulting in the explosion that killed her father and made her into the heavily augmented child she was now.

Precis reached out and took a hold of Kin's clothes before saying. "W-why are they attacking the people? Robots are supposed to be good..they shouldn't hurt people.." Her eyes were still filled with fear and her voice was shaky.

 

[Broken Orange]

While looking for the sniper, Lukaas heard what could've been mistaken for laughter coming near him. Courious at the source, he saw that Mechty had planted xeself next to him behind cover with the shopping bag in hand.

"Ah, there you are. Could've swore I heard someone laugh. Why anyone being laughing now, I don't know. Anyway, we need to take care of that sniper. No idea if he is an assassin with a robot army to cover his tracks or a just a madman having himself some target practice. Either way, I'm going to introduce his face with my axe repeatily."

Looking over his cover for a moment, he caught a quick glimps of a person, gender unknown, looking down a rifle on top of the building with the radio tower. A man with normal unaltered vision would've seen nothing, but Lukaas's vision isn't unaltered.

"Alright, I've got a plan but you might not like it. Before I lay it out, can you run at all in that suit?"

What are you doing, Lukaas? You have no reason to get this guy. No one is paying you to get him.

There was no reason for him to murder that man in cold blood, eithber.

 

[Malyc]

"Woman, when don't I have them ready?"

"Well, there was that time on that asteroid near Alpha Centauri." Kin responded, drawing her revolver and positioning herself in front of Precis. "Remember? Those damned mercs nearly got us, and you were sitting there trying to load that cannon you call a rifle!" She held her fire for the moment, the bots were far enough away that her gun wouldn't do much damage.

Kin turned around when she felt someone grab at her duster, and quickly turned. She instantly saw that she didn't need to be worried, though, as it was Precis trying to get her attention.

"W-why are they attacking the people? Robots are supposed to be good..they shouldn't hurt people.."

Kin's heart went out to the poor girl, seeing her standing there, scared, and she couldn't help but try to comfort her. "I think they all got broken, someone musta messed with their programming." She said, kneeling down next to her. "Don't worry though, we'll make it through just fine." The security bots tried to make a liar out of her, as two of them exploded out of a side passage, blades already swinging.

Kin saw them coming in time to push Precis back, but was forced to drop her revolver in the process to counter their blades with one of her own. It came to a stop near where Precis landed from the shove.

Dammit... I'll have to refinish it when we get back to the Aurora... Darting inside the closer of the two combat bot's reach to prevent it from getting a full swing on her, she drew one of her throwing knives and used it to keep the bot's weapon arm at bay as she set to striking at it's joints, trying to hit something that would shut the robot down. Kin knew she only had a limited opening before the other bot flanked her, so she worked her way around so the one she was concentrating on was between her and the other.

Kin struck at the neck of the bot, and interrupted it's main power cable with her blade. This shut the bot down, but also inadvertently caused the full burst of power to knock her away from the bots. As she lay upon the ground, trying with all her will to regain control of her twitching limbs, the second combat bot moved in for the kill...

 

[Kuroneko Aisha]

Precis let out a squeak of both fear and surprise when she was pushed away from Kin so the older woman could counter the blades of the robots. Still in shock from the scene, all she could do was watch as Kin attacked and defended. She didn't know what she could do to help, since she had no combat experience and didn't even know much about these robots. As she tried to get up, her hand brushed something on the ground. It was Kin's revolver, the one that she had dropped before! She had been about to pick it up and throw it back to its owner but when she looked over, Kin was on the ground suffering from the effects of an electrical shock.

The young girl knew she had to do something to save her, and she clumsily held the revolver in her hands before taking aim. Her hands were trembling, but she managed to aim at the robot long enough to pull the trigger..and miss completely. The shot flew harmlessly in the air, but it seemed to get the security bots attention. Its threat priority coding must have still been working at least. Now she had a different problem..it was coming for her now! Lifting up the revolver again, she started firing blindly at the machine and managed to puncture more than a few vital systems. Practically in tears from fear, she opened her eyes to see the machine on the ground before her, completely motionless. It was just as well too, because she had fired off all the rounds in the revolver.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Before long, it appeared as though a group of bots thought flanking the three would be the bestcourse of action. Three came from the right, charging Ray from the corner of the Café. The rancher raised his rifle again and began firing. He managed to put big holes in two of them, but was in reach of the third before he could chamber another cartridge. He had to lean back, almost to the point of toppling backwards to avoid getting sliced by the bot's blades. The machine was quickly on the offensive, slashing through the air as it kept vying to slash the evasive gunslinger.

Ray could tell Kin was having some trouble of her own as he heard the sounds of the fighting behind him. The bot sought to finish Ray by bringing both of its attacking arms into him. He dove to the side and rolled to his feet with an odd grace and grasped his rifle by the barrel. The heat of the rapid-firing was still present in the barrel, a heat he could even feel through his gloves, which he quickly realized as he raised his rifle like a club and swiftly brought it down onto the bot's top. The machined tweaked and turned to the rancher who only brought the butt of his rifle onto the bot again and again until its internal systems were either crushed or knocked out of place.

Ray stood up straight and huffed loudly after his victory, the spoils of which were only a dented rifle stock and a knotting shoulder. He heard the sounds of gunfire not more than tweny feet from him and turned to see Precis holding a big-bore revolver, the owner of which lying on the ground, electrocuted, and a bot full of holes between them. Hurrying to Kin's side, he checked to see if she was alright. Seeing that she was still alive and well, he grabbed her hand and helped her off the ground. Shaking his head and smirking, he chuckled a bit as he jokingly said, "Woman, you're thirty-tears years of age and ya still need someone to tell ya not to be stickin' your cutlery in electrical sockets?"

Ray looked over at Precis who appeared to still be a shook up about the situation. He walked over to her and kneeled before her, gently taking the revolver from her grasp as he did. "Y'alright, Li'l Miss? Ya did good, savin' Kin's bacon like that. Now, c'mon, we still gotta ship to get to."

 

[Katherine Kerensky]

Mechty gently placed the bloodied bag onto the ground, and stuck xer head up to look for whatever Lukaas was searching for, before quickly ducking back from the sound of more gunshots. Things were starting to get interesting, and interesting was profitable.
"Alright, I've got a plan but you might not like it. Before I lay it out, can you run at all in that suit?", Lukaas asked, to which Mechty nodded in reply, before noticing someone scurrying around nearby.
It was that damned kid from earlier, the one xe had beat down twice. The little bugger was pilfering the pockets of the dead. Mechty threw a nearby bottle at him to get some attention, before waving xer arms about menacingly to scare him off. It worked, as the kid scampered off towards an open air duct, probably saving his life.
Stupid kids, always getting in the way of trouble, xe thought, and idly turned over some nearby bottles to check the labels. Some of these were ones Lukaas had been bargaining for earlier. Mechty grabbed a handful and shoved them into the shopping bag.
Might as well procure necessary supplies while buyer demand is high and the prices are nil...

 

[Malyc]

As Kin was fighting to regain control of her limbs, the second bot bearing down on her, she suddenly heard the sound of gunfire near where she had pushed Precis away from danger. Hope that's her with my gun and not someone else... She thought.

Whoever it was, they drew the bot's attention and removed Kin from danger, and the next thing she saw, sparks and fluid were pouring out of several holes in the combat drone, which soon ground to a halt. Kin had just gotten enough control back to try standing when Ray walked over. He helped her up, asking "Woman, you're thirty-tears years of age and ya still need someone to tell ya not to be stickin' your cutlery in electrical sockets?"

"Not funny, Ray." Kin responded, obviously shaken from the ordeal. She recovered her blades from the ground near the bot she had disabled, and checked them for damage. The combat knife was blackened where she had hit the power supply of the bot, but other than that appeared to be in good shape.

Looking back to Ray, she noticed he had taken her revolver from Precis. "Thanks for saving my ass." Kin said to Precis, taking the revolver from Ray. She removed all the empty casings and put them in an inside pocket in her duster, so she could reload them, and then loaded the cylinder with rounds from her gunbelt.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

"Not funny, Ray."

The former rancher looked over at Kin, visibly worked up over what had happened. As she loaded her revolver with her back turned, Ray walked up to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Kin, you know I'da never said nothin' o' the sort if I saw you were in serious hurt. You're a tough ol' gal an' you an' I both know it. As stubborn as you are, it'd take more'n a good zappin' to put you out."

 

[Nukey]

In the hangar, Kier'Ran and a handful of gunslingers held their own against an onslaught of security units, much to the vexation of their combined consciousness. The simple drones and their more efficient, military grade cousins, although more than capable of disposing of the common brute, found themselves deemed incapable of eliminating Kier'Ran and the rest of his ilk without assistance, which led the system to engage its emergency protocol, designed for extreme threats to the facility, though today it felt as though it could make an exception.

It was then, without forewarning, sirens began to boom throughout the docking area and the sound of tank threads faintly echoed from the far side of the docking area. The system, unnerved with the effective resistance, opted to unleash its anti-vehicular weapon, the Atrik Model T-58, built with the purpose of destroying armored cars and ships, though more than capable of decimating ground units with all of its weapon systems and advanced combat protocol.

The Atrik had but one flaw, however, that being its total lack of defensive platting, with all of its wires and gears and pipes visible and unprotected. It was a support vehicle, designed to be used from afar, and as such rarely found itself so close to the action, and the machine could easily be disabled if struck in the right place.

The fragile behemoth slowly but surely made its way into a safe firing range and, with its countless rockets and grenade launchers, showered the battlefield with shrapnel, though failed to notice Kier'Ran, seemingly more focused on those aiding him. As it began to unleash its artillery on the crowd, the infantry units began to rapidly advance, supplementing their apparent lack of close-range weaponry with a hail of small arms fire. The mercenaries, brutes and the rest of those holding of the robotic onslaught began to fall, though Kier'Ran found himself almost ignored and in more than an optimal position to retaliate.

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In the market, crouched beneath a makeshift barricade, Mechty and Lukaas found themselves in a position that few would find comfortable, though the unusual duo were at the very least well-protected for the time being. The sniper, Mr. Saunderi, took a shot at Lukaas upon noticing him peeking out from his position, though his round struck the obstruction instead, and detonated, obliterating their cover though leaving the pair relatively unscathed. The madman, unable to see through the cloud of debris, opted to change positions and sought out new targets, assured that the cowboy had been slain in the explosion.

However, while out of the sniper's gaze, the pair was still in a dangerous position, considering the explosion caught the attention of a dozen riot control units, each one more than strong enough to dispatch multiple assailants, which swiftly converged on their position, each one wielding a pair of truncheons that cackled with electrical pulses. The unit surrounded the pair and, after a quick assessment of the battlefield, charged their targets.

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Quick, lethal and brutally efficient; these were all words commonly associated with the renown assassin droids of Tanra Station. Although never seen nor documented, the assassins have influenced the floating metropolis' political and social structure, with order often being kept during times of civil unrest due to their blades. The machines were instruments of murder and, whereas other androids were to be used like ammunition - to be expended without care due to their relative ease of production - the assassins were designed to be used sparingly, and careful, with a tremendous fortune put into the construction of each one.

A squadron of the chrome, multi-bladed swordmasters, their sleek, metallic forms covered in thick layers of ash and dried gore, stood atop a rooftop, overlooking the burning world below. In the streets, running through the market, the machines took notice to a lone, red-skinned warrior, with robes that pulsed with blue lights, and leapt from building with murderous intent. A horrible, mechanical screech accompanied their descendant.

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The trio, after successfully dispatching a small squad of combat androids, found themselves quite some distance from their hangar, their progress having been impeded after an unexpected assault. The team had managed to survive the encounter, although not long afterward a new threat, looming off in the distance, began to approach. It was, unlike other mechanical units, far from humanoid, with a form more akin to mythical beast, with eight spindly limbs attached to a wide, armored torso atop a chassis with four stout legs, with several heads with countless, beaming red eyes and sensors encased within. The creature was among the most feared machines in the station due to its dreadful appearance and power and, although its origins were far from impressive considering its current status as a construction unit, the mechanical terror was more than capable of dealing out punishment if commanded to despite its lack of armaments due to little more than its immense strength and speed.

The robotic beast, after goring an unfortunate thug attempting to dispatch of the monster on his own, spotted the three bounty hunters and rushed towards the team, its wild, skeletal limbs failing about, crushing all that came into reach.

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The red haired soldier and the red coated hunter stood atop the remains of countless machines, slashed to pieces with mechanical limbs strewn about the battlefield. Oil and blood ran down the streets' drains and across the pavement, accumulating in mixed pools at the bottom of the duo's feet. The scene was chaotic, with the world thick with dust and ash, though station remained bright and illuminated with neon signs and artificial sunlight.

In order to keep such a world running, the station had numerous rudimentary worker androids, used for the more hazardous duties that needed to be fulfilled. The units were strong and durable, though poorly equipped for combat and incredibly slow. However, while not designed for any sort of conflict, the androids fared well when deployed in large, shambling clusters, using their immense numbers to overpower targets, though often found themselves suffering immense causalities in the process.

A graceless, hideous horde of powerful machines, covered in rust and foul chemicals, emerged from the portholes within the streets, rising like the undead from deep within the sewers and into the world above. As they arose, the creatures took notice to the two hunters, and began to march towards them, prepared to tear them down.

 

[Broken Orange]

Just after Mechty scared off the young child away and before Lukaas could begin fabricating his plan, a explosive sniper round detonated near their cover, destroying it. Knocked down and covered in dust and debris, Lukaas tried to remember why he thought it wss a good idea to come to this space station.

Deciding that he would be more comfortable off the ground, Lukaas gathered himself off the ground and started dusting himself off before remembering there was a rogue sniper with pendant for explosive desmemberment on the loose. On the loose but not in sight, Lukaas discovered when the dust cleared.

Yet, it turned out that they traded one foe for another. Surrounded by a dozen riot droids wielding electrical batons, Lukaas once again questioned his life choices.

"You know what? We'll worry about that sniper later."

Before waiting for the nonexistant answer, Lukaas took aim with his Sawn-Off, loaded with slug rounds, and fire twice at two of the charging peace keeping robots. The first slug pirerced the central processing unit, shutting it down instantly. The second destroyed the hydraulics, immobilizing it in a metalic lumb.

Holstering the shotgun and unholstering the axe, Lukaas charged the gap he created to escaping the closing ring of drones.

 

[Katherine Kerensky]

Taking not a moment longer than necessary to gather xer wits after the detonation of their cover, Mechty dived headlong between a couple of the droids and under a nearby stall, leaving the shopping bag behind with a few more holes in it than before.
These heavy bruiser mechs were wielding electrified truncheons, and while Mechty was sure that xer armour would negate the power coursing through them, they would undoubtedly pack a heavy punch, which wasn't something xe wanted to confirm if at all possible. The two droids had moved to persue xer, and xe scrambled along frantically as the stall was flipped out of the way.
Mechty reached the corpse of the sniper's first victim, and pulled it around as a meat-shield just in time to absorb a skull-cracking blow which jerked the carcass to the side with a heavy thud and the smell of singed flesh. Xe pulled at the body again, and shoved it back into the legs of the closest droid, knocking it off balance, raised xer right hand, and depressed the small stud in the center of the gauntlet's palm, causing two five-inch brass claws to spring forth from above the knuckles.
Mee-dee darted forward, using xer body to finally knock the droid over, and with a quick jab of xer right fist, sank the two brazen prongs into the more lightly-armoured neck, just missing the vitals, since the droid was starting to get up, but damaging the joints enough to make the head loll uselessly, its array of sensors staring forever downwards. Mechty pulled back from the droid, giving it one last kick to keep it out of the way for a few more moments, and turned to see Lukaas drawing an axe, before a truncheon in the hands of the second droid smashed into the side of xer helmet, propelling xer through a stall of good luck charms.
Xe shook xer head while getting back up, and felt around the impact site of the electrified weapon, feeling a slight dent in the armoured helmet. Dammit, now I'll have to get repair work done on this, and I'll likely have to do it myself, xe thought, looking for the droid responsible, and rolling aside just in time to avoid another blow.
I hope Lukaas isn't having as much trouble as I am, or we're royally screwed...

 

[Kuroneko Aisha]

Precis' eyes grew wide when she saw what was approaching them. It was something she had never seen before, and if it hadn't been in the mood to eat them up right now, she would have been absolutely impressed by it. Having a huge love for robots, despite her mishap with Robby, she wished that she could meet the creator of such a beautiful mechanical creature and shake their hand while copying their blueprints down.

Now wasn't the time for that though, because a person had just been killed by the monster and now it was charging right for the three of them! Knowing that this wasn't going to be easy in any way, she called out quickly. "Look out!" And quickly hurried over to cover. She was scared, she was afraid of the creature, but more than that, she was intrigued. That thing piqued her mechanical mind and she wanted to know just what made it tick. She was itching to take out her tools and start dismantling it right away, but she wouldn't be able to get close to it as it was now. Maybe later she could try and get to it, but not right now.