We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus started bringing up a list of taxidermy and preservation techniques in her suits database.

The Engineer was finished, the Bladewolfs brain rewired, fully functional and free of all of Desperado's shackles.

 

[Wackymon]

"A trophy, huh? Pretty...grisly." Seems if it ever does come to light what I used to do, some of these people might hesitate to throw stones. Or she might want my head on a pike...Maybe keeping secrets isn't a bad idea.

[hr]Engineer smiled, "Well, go on now and do what you want." he said, picking up his Sentry gun.

 

[Drakmorg]

"Why would I want it to rot? The entire point of preserving it is to keep that from happening."

Vicky tossed the head over to Medic.

"Just keep it from getting all rotten and gross."

She shifted her weight to one side and placed a hand on her hip as she looked over to Joel and said,

"Yeah, I know, right? I wanna see the look on the rest of those bastard's faces when they see me with it. Should give even [i]those[/i] savages a little pause."

 

[Wackymon]

Medic nodded, "Alvight, vould you vant it to come back to life, or at least still function as if it's alive?" he asked.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Bladewolf reactivated and stood, shaking its head as if to clear it before looking at the Engineer.

[color=grey]"Thank you. I shall return the favour. Follow me."[/color]

He turned, tail waving in the air in a "follow" gesture, and took off to the outskirts of the plaza, quite fast but still slow enough for the Engineer to follow.

Samus looked at the severed head, noting this wasn't exactly humane. She looked at Victoria and Medic. "Are you sure this is ethical?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

[color=003399]"That would be pretty fun to watch."[/color] Joel said as he stood up. He looked over at Samus, and replied, [color=003399]"I don't think Misty or whatever her name was is going to mind."[/color]

 

[Wackymon]

Engineer sighed, dropped the box, and followed the Bladwolf.
[hr]
"Vun, I don't care, two, I vould vather not visk making her hate me more, I vather like my internal organs to not become external organs." he said... Before noticing the bleeding.
"Vight."
He then proceeded to faint from blood loss, having mostly been sustained on adrenalin.

 

[username sucks]

Roland made his way to the warehouse where everyone else was waiting. "[color=01A9DB]A trophy? Is that necessary?[/color]" He asked, pointing to Mistral's severed head.

"[color=01A9DB]Does anyone know how to use his healing magic?[/color]" Roland asked the group when the Medic fainted.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus ran over to the Medic as he fainted, looking for something to patch him up with. Having a thought, she put her helmet back on, scanning his medigun, hoping it would tell her how to operate it.

Bladewolf led the engineer down an alley, to a squat stone building with a large, thick metal plate as the doorway and barred windows. The plate had Desperado's logo on it.

[color=grey]"This bulding was used as a forward base. The operators were called away and killed by your team, but the comptuers, radio and other items used by the soldiers are still intact."[/color]

He revved up the chainsaw, slicing the plate in half and allowing the Engineer entrance.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"There's the old 'you're no better than them' argument." I decide to say,

 

[Wackymon]

The engineer smiled as he walked inside the building, quickly assessing all the items that were in there.

The medi-gun was a very, VERY complex device, one that, to put it simply, shouldn't be used by those uneducated in it's use.
But, push comes to shove, you basically take the gun-part, point it at the person you want to heal, and pull to heal. The major issue is that the hose connecting it to the backpack isn't long enough to point at himself.

 

[Drakmorg]

"In case you haven't noticed, we're at war. And our enemies are absolutely not the type to ever bother with anything like 'ethics'. So I say, fuck 'em."

Vicky replied to Samus. She glanced over at the robot with a disapproving glare.

"Uh, no. I don't murder innocent civilians, there's no way I'm not better than them."

"Necessary, no. But it's the first nice thing I've gotten since I came here."

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Mutilating corpses and carrying around body parts doesn't sound like a good way of reliving stress." I say.

 

[Slenn]

"Try taking it off and strapping it onto yourself." She propped Gwen against the wall and got herself up. "Here, let me help you." EMily searched for straps that could be unhooked and re-hooked to someone else.

 

[Demonjazz]

"Pretty sure dat whole gun is just some sham dat actually sends out light at a person. Probably just to cover up da real magic he's using."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus decided to put this discussion aside for a moment, looking for a way to take the backpack off the Medic and heal him.

The engineer would find several racks of weapons, radio equipment and a security terminal, among other assorted junk.

 

[Slenn]

"In my eyes, magic is just the unexplained and the unexplored." She said to Dace, still searching. "He was able to explain the gun to me... while using some of his esoteric words. So it's very real."

 

[Demonjazz]

"Sometings in life just can't be explained. Everyone knows dat. Like once I saw a guy jump five times his height and den reflect a ten lasers back at enemy droids. Try to explain dat!"

 

[Wackymon]

The medi-gun was attached to the back in a fairly standard method of straps, mostly, and would be fairly easy to remove. Medic was muttering something about magnetic fields.
[hr]The engineer began to see what data he could gather from the security terminal.

 

[Chungus]

June 7th. Babbila, Damascus, Syria - 1:02 AM​

After over 11 hours of flying, the bug reached its destination, approaching from the south. Holding its wings still, the bug soared over the city while it looked down to it, cocking its head ever-so-slightly as it noted the destruction, even far away from the heart of the city.

Tilting its body downwards, the bug flapped its wings lightly while descending, touching down ona dust-covered grassy area. There, it set down its bag and laid down on its stomach to recuperate from the journey. While it laid, it looked around more, while thinking on what to do next, not having planned this far ahead.