We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)
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Roland holstered his gun and climbed the ladder as quickly as possible, not wanting to be caught in a vulnerable position.
It stated, then stepped outside. Setting down its bag, the bug retrieved the phone from it, and brought up the map after turning the device, looking for the destination it had in mind. Looking the results over and with a traveling route in mind, the bug turned the phone off once more and stowed it away.
Picking up its bag and holding its bag close to its chest, the bug ran for two seconds, then jumped up and strongly flapped its wings, taking flight. It had a plan for the near future, but wouldn't act on it just yet. It wanted to do what it came to West Africa for to begin with. Lifting up its right wing, the bug turned around and began heading south.
After just under an hour of flying, the bug had neared its destination. Stopping flapping its wings, it began to descend, touching down on the ground just outside the city limits. Approaching a bush, the bug laid its bag under it, then jumped up and took flight again, not sure where to find what it was looking for, and having a far better chance of spotting it from the air.
Spotting it soon enough at a clearing in the eastern parts of the city, the bug descended again, touching down lightly on a rooftop from which the bug overlooked a tent encampment below. Looking around and not seein many people up and about, the bug used its thermal imaging to look through the tents, seeing a few blips, indicating people sleeping on field beds.
Climbing down from the wall and touching down on the ground, the bug began moving through the encampment, heading towards one of the moving people it had seen.
Picking up its bag and holding its bag close to its chest, the bug ran for two seconds, then jumped up and strongly flapped its wings, taking flight. It had a plan for the near future, but wouldn't act on it just yet. It wanted to do what it came to West Africa for to begin with. Lifting up its right wing, the bug turned around and began heading south.
June 6th. Nzerekore, Guinea - 00:58 AM
After just under an hour of flying, the bug had neared its destination. Stopping flapping its wings, it began to descend, touching down on the ground just outside the city limits. Approaching a bush, the bug laid its bag under it, then jumped up and took flight again, not sure where to find what it was looking for, and having a far better chance of spotting it from the air.
Spotting it soon enough at a clearing in the eastern parts of the city, the bug descended again, touching down lightly on a rooftop from which the bug overlooked a tent encampment below. Looking around and not seein many people up and about, the bug used its thermal imaging to look through the tents, seeing a few blips, indicating people sleeping on field beds.
Climbing down from the wall and touching down on the ground, the bug began moving through the encampment, heading towards one of the moving people it had seen.
"My suit can regenerate me. To an extent at least."
There didn't seem to be anyone around, and the catwalk led outside to a large, round tower-like oil tanker.
There didn't seem to be anyone around, and the catwalk led outside to a large, round tower-like oil tanker.
Samus arrived at the top of the ladder, reactivating her suit and following Vicky.
The catwalk led to a spiral staircase up to the top of the tanker. Vicky might catch a glimpse of something spherical scampering around the corner.
The catwalk led to a spiral staircase up to the top of the tanker. Vicky might catch a glimpse of something spherical scampering around the corner.
Sophia had been a bit hesitant to come with the rest of the group, given what had happened, it wasn't very unreasonable. But the idea of her sticking behind was just as unsettling, since it was only Engi there, the safety factor wasn't very good either...
She'd eventually decided to follow along with the group but had kept herself rather quiet as they'd caught up with Victoria.
She'd eventually decided to follow along with the group but had kept herself rather quiet as they'd caught up with Victoria.
With its sense of thermal imaging still active to keep an eye on its mark as the moved through the encampment, the bug quietly stalked its mark, approaching them from behind. When close enough to do so, the bug pounced on its mark, a Doctors without Borders doctor, placing its front legs on their shoulders, and moving its hand over their mouth. Forcing the doctor to the ground, the bug opened its mandibles and placed them against the doctor's neck, piercing the skin with its four fangs and delivering a large dose of two types of neurotoxins. The bug stayed ontop of the doctor while covering their mouth and looking around if anyone was awakened by the noise of the doctor convulsing as the neurotoxins took effect.
When the toxins took their toll on the doctor, the bug moved off of them, and removed what items they had on their person, before hurriedly biting the doctor in chunks and eating them, licking blood off the ground thereafter. Automatically assimilating the doctor's memories and by proxy, knowledge, the bug completed the first step of what it came to do.
Picking up a keyring with two keys on them, the bug burried the other items it had removed from the doctor's person, save for a blue pen. When done, the bug patted the ground, then headed towards the edge of the encampment, where a mobile labatory was parked. Approaching the back of this van, the bug stuck the keys in the keyhole and slowly turned the key, then opened the door. Stepping inside, the bug looked around for a moment, before spotting a small container with the biohazzard warning sign on it. Opening this container, the bug saw a collection of phials with blood samples in them.
Having found what it came for, the bug was pleased, until it dawned on it it didn't have nearly enough room in its bag to take the entire container. Looking around, the bug found a plastic sealable bag, and a collection of cotton. Laying these down, the bug began to sort through the phials, bringing a few of them close to its nostrils to smell which of the samples smelled the most diseased. It continued doing so until it heard something in the distance.
[sub]"Miller? Où avez-vous parti pour?"[/sub]
Snorting softly, the bug stuffed the lid back onto the phial it was currently holding, then picked up the bag, cotton wool, and as much phials as it could carry along with everything else it carried.
Exiting the van, the bug closed the van doors ad quickly as it could do it quietly and removed the keys, then sprinted away.
OoC: Captcha=body surfing. ...Soon, captcha.
When the toxins took their toll on the doctor, the bug moved off of them, and removed what items they had on their person, before hurriedly biting the doctor in chunks and eating them, licking blood off the ground thereafter. Automatically assimilating the doctor's memories and by proxy, knowledge, the bug completed the first step of what it came to do.
Picking up a keyring with two keys on them, the bug burried the other items it had removed from the doctor's person, save for a blue pen. When done, the bug patted the ground, then headed towards the edge of the encampment, where a mobile labatory was parked. Approaching the back of this van, the bug stuck the keys in the keyhole and slowly turned the key, then opened the door. Stepping inside, the bug looked around for a moment, before spotting a small container with the biohazzard warning sign on it. Opening this container, the bug saw a collection of phials with blood samples in them.
Having found what it came for, the bug was pleased, until it dawned on it it didn't have nearly enough room in its bag to take the entire container. Looking around, the bug found a plastic sealable bag, and a collection of cotton. Laying these down, the bug began to sort through the phials, bringing a few of them close to its nostrils to smell which of the samples smelled the most diseased. It continued doing so until it heard something in the distance.
[sub]"Miller? Où avez-vous parti pour?"[/sub]
Snorting softly, the bug stuffed the lid back onto the phial it was currently holding, then picked up the bag, cotton wool, and as much phials as it could carry along with everything else it carried.
Exiting the van, the bug closed the van doors ad quickly as it could do it quietly and removed the keys, then sprinted away.
OoC: Captcha=body surfing. ...Soon, captcha.
Victoria follows the thing up the stais until she came to the top of the tanker. There she finally saw the thing clearly. A sphere, about half the height of a person, with three black arms and a single glowing robotic eye in the centre.
There were several more of them, crowded around the woman from earlier, who was looking out over the refinery. "I was wondering when you'd come." She said in a thick French accent. She turned to face the group, her hair blowing slightly in the soft, cool breeze. "I am Mistral, the cold wind of France."
Once having ran a fair distance away from the encampment, the bug stopped and laid down the things it had stolen. Opening the sealable bag, the bug laid a thin layer of cotton wool on the side, then carefully laid three phials on this bed, covering them with another layer of cotten, and repeating the process until it stored all the phials in the bag, where after it sealed it.
After picking up the bag and the pen, the bug dug a slamm hole, in which it burried the keys, then moved on to where it had left its bag. Opening the bag, the bug tried to stuff the plastic bag containing the phials in, but couldn't fit it on. The bug through it might fit if it rearranged some things, but didn't want to risk the phials breaking. Taking a wad of money out, the bug put the plastic bag in in its place, then stuffed the pen inside. It thought for a moment what to do with the wad of money it didn't have room for, eventually settling on eating it, destroying 200 GNF.
With this done, the bug closed its bag again, ran for a couple of steps, then jumped up and took flight, heading east.
After picking up the bag and the pen, the bug dug a slamm hole, in which it burried the keys, then moved on to where it had left its bag. Opening the bag, the bug tried to stuff the plastic bag containing the phials in, but couldn't fit it on. The bug through it might fit if it rearranged some things, but didn't want to risk the phials breaking. Taking a wad of money out, the bug put the plastic bag in in its place, then stuffed the pen inside. It thought for a moment what to do with the wad of money it didn't have room for, eventually settling on eating it, destroying 200 GNF.
With this done, the bug closed its bag again, ran for a couple of steps, then jumped up and took flight, heading east.
Joel stared at the Dwarf Gekko and began laughing. [color=003399]"Okay, seriously, you need to fucking fire the guy who designs your robots because what the fuck is that thing?"[/color]
Riko looked at EMily and replied, [color=cc6699]"The mistral is the name of a wind that blows through southern France."[/color]
Riko looked at EMily and replied, [color=cc6699]"The mistral is the name of a wind that blows through southern France."[/color]
Sophia scrunched her face up a little as she saw the weird three arms ball robots, they looked really strange and, frankly creepy. 'What the hell are those things..?' She thought quietly, then looked at Mistral. 'And who's France?'
"[small]Wait France is a place?[/small]" Sophia quietly questioned, looking over her shoulder to see if anything was there too.
"[small]Wait France is a place?[/small]" Sophia quietly questioned, looking over her shoulder to see if anything was there too.