Managing to free themself from the bot's clutches, Vulpin skittered off to the shadows where they were free to steal materials off the line. For the betterment of the Civisect space race, of course, with the exception of a few pocketed trinkets. If they were going to deal with this chaos, they deserved to have a little bit of extra payment. Especially when everybody assumed the extra materials were turning into junk anyways. Vulpin would salvage what they could, and subtract their cut. It was volunteer work, but they were making sure they were paid somehow.
Vulpin wasn't surprised when the bot caught on, but they were surprised when it sent another troll flying in their way. Collapsing in a pileup, Vulpin stood and dusted themself off, not offering a hand to the troll that landed on them.
Angel lumbered through the area, grabbing at the machine's claws with her teeth to slow them down. She skidded and slipped through the puddles of acid and goo, slamming loudly into the sides of the machine with a loud screech. The packing bot hit the large anglerfish lusus in the head with a label, nearly knocking her out. Gnash gasped, transfixed by the weird image of her lusus.... in pain? She didn't ever think that Angel was capable of being hurt before. It wasn't safe to go over and take any more items off the belt before the machine destroyed them with hot acid.
Psykgi Mentha 5/20 hp Damage Dealt: 1 to Packing Bot Damage Taken: 2 Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (1/2 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)
Gosh, this really was unpleasant, and Psykgi was starting to get... well, bored wasn't the right word to describe how she felt about a big, malfunctioning automaton, but it was close enough to how she was actually feeling to work for the time being until she found a better word.
She cut a flung box partially in half with her axe, avoiding the heavy metal contents (ball bearings? Or something?) as they spilled out onto the ground and rolled around dangerously onto the ground. How annoying.
She spied a familiar seadweller (oh! Gnash was here too! Wasn't that interesting, and was that her lusus? Gog, that thing was huge) at around the same time that she saw the reporter. Or unauthorized camera troll. Authorized or not, they were not authorized for this. She looked back at the packing bot in time to see it fling another box at her. She ducked.
They did not want this mess reported, not until after they had gotten things under control. She glanced at the reporter again. She could deal with that... That, she could deal with.
Vulpin, having not learned their lesson, continued to pull off their shenanigans until the robot hurled another troll their way. With a scoff, Vulpin shoved the troll off of them and stood, nearly stepping on the assailing troll. "Watch your surroundings!" The orangeblood complained loudly, enunciating with clicks. They were done being nice. They had simply run out of reasons to give the effort.
Vulpin scoffed again, and scooted off further into the shadows, searching now for materials they could use to hinder the packing bot from doing more damage. They were tired of this silly game, and ready for a new challenge.
Again, Angel slid through the goo. This time though, the bot did manage to knock out the large lusus with a strong strike to her head, and Gnash watched with mild horror. Natash wasn't sure what she should do while her lusus was incapacitated like that. It was still strange... She looked around the room and saw another familiar face, Psygki! From the rehab center. She felt a bit embarrassed about how she acted when Psygki was there. Hopefully they could still be friends, because she was interesting.
Angel woke up after only a few moments down, and continued to fight against the packing bot, giving Gnash some more time to gather materials when she could.
Everything was going to be alright, or so she hoped. With Reemus she didn’t feel nearly as frightened nor scared, there was comfort in having him at her side. In the background a crazed packing bot had begun to flail and move about wildly sending workers flying and shrieking. Well that would certainly need tending to. She was agile and able bodied, surely there was some way to shut the machine down. Even if she couldn't figure out a technical way to do it, there was always good old fashioned teamwork and sheer brute force on her part she reasoned.
In that moment however, Voscil was effectively distracted by her longtime friend. Just as she moved as if she'd pull away from him, the taller troll grabbed for her. Voscil froze in place as the other laced his hand behind her head. "Ree...?" She spoke softly in question. Why was he so handsome? Caught off guard by the realization her gloved hand lightly rest on his chest mostly for balance to keep herself still. The excitement of the situation had her energy prickling along the air currents, although she held them back with him so close to her. She found it particularly distracting especially with his hand on the back of her head like this and in such close proximity. Her eyes widened slightly as he essentially lifted her, and returned the kiss he'd given her but mere moments ago. Her eyes fluttered closed, for a moment the chaos all around them vanished for real.
"I like you a lot too...I'm glad you feel the same way." She replied genuinely, a cheerful smile lining the girls face. There was no malicious, nor was there mischievous intent. Voscil essentially opening her pump biscuit up to the other. Even she took a moment to take it slow, and appreciate the moment for what it was before the other placed her down.
Blinking several times in a cat-like fashion the troll sighed softly nodding as she smiled. "Yeah, for sure we'll talk more later...I promise. I'm going to try and figure out a way to go so we can help everyone." She agreed after a moment, before giving him an idea of what she had in mind to do. Being fast, she figured scouting around couldn't hurt. She'd always find him, one way or another she had faith in that fact.
Looking over the situation she could see several trolls in need of help. Lifting her chin up she figured this would be easy. In no time they could grab some chow..maybe even find a hotel to sleep before heading back. She could still fight, and wouldn't let herself be shown up by some other troll be they powered or none. Voscil was quick about making her way to the conveyor belt to kick off supplies away from the packing bot.
HP: 8/20 Military Grade Emei Daggers +1 Novice Support artifact, style B: 1/1
1d4. On a 1, 2 or 3, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 4 heal them by their max hp 1x per battle
This kind of labor wasn't cut out for a highblood. She was ruining her perfect hands by tossing aside the salvageable materials with a bored expression.
"Stupid, unnecessary piece of junk." Eridia said a little bit too loud. The bot mechanically screamed, flinging over a good amount of boxes at the teen. Once she regained consciousness, she took one of the missile boxes and ripped it to shreds. That was the last straw. The highblood was in no mood to negotiate with a machine so she threw back the missiles at it, hoping she would break the damned thing in the process. Of course the scientists hold her back to prevent her from damaging it.
Results were in: trolls should not be getting the machine's fluids on them or their clothes. Reemus had rolled around plenty, then told by someone who, as if used to the reaction, that he should wash and change clothing. But no one had told him that! So, the response was that since he knew, he could try to help.
The hemoanon-yellowblood marched back in with cleaning supplies. As others continued to help salvage, he started scrubbing as per instructions. Wipe, clear, try not to get anything on his hands in the meantime.
Easier said than done.
In the corner of his eye, he caught someone familiar. "Sparky?" he turned a little mid-wipe.
Polair attacks the packing bot! she doesn't get a f;ashy banner boo
Battle Stats
HP: 40/40
Polair was glad the annoying paparazzi trolls were finally out of the science dome. Things were probably going to get better-- apparently not. The dome's packing bot went crazy. The child sighed, wondering if things will ever be calm again. They needed to save useable materials and reboot the machine, a seemingness simple plan if the bot didn't threw trolls around...
She sighed as she tried to salvage some materials with Claud. The seabear still wasn't happy with her and only ignored her. Another sigh and Polair noticed something took her by her ankle-- the machine. It slammed her and Claud into the conveyor belt and neatly put a nice bow on them both and splashed them with hot goop. Yep, she was in need of a new jumpsuit... and perhaps new skin.
Ramping up her energy, Voscil dashed for the packing bot. Flashing brightly, she picked up speed as she ran up, jumping as she hopped up on top of the packing bot. Her fingers crackled with energy as she pushed her electrical energy into the construct. Following up her swing with her tonfa she struck at the thing before using the motion to hop off the large machine. While she'd been knocked around initially in an almost ridiculously obnoxious fashion she merely used it as fuel to keep trying harder to bring this thing down before it could hurt anyone else.
The thrill of battle and surge of her psionics kept her going. The large amount of energy expending would cost her later, but she figured being hungry was a small price to pay if it meant the difference between making and breaking the situation. She’d already used a fair bit of her energy reserves, yet the yellowblood psionic battled on regardless.
While the last impact had taken a lot of energy to complete, the yellowblood’s resolve had not wavered. Rolling her shoulder blades she readied herself for another assault on the machine. She didn’t want the mess of the machine oil on her, so she’d gone straight for attacking the thing.
Voscil pushed at a few supplies pulling them off the conveyer belt before lobbing a particularly heavy object towards the packing bot. For what it was worth the yellowblood was willing to try about anything to get this thing to shut down, especially with the robot repeatedly trying to take swipes at anyone who got too close to the damn thing.
Pushing herself to keep moving Voscil moved along the belt as she grabbed a few things to distract the creature. For what it was worth she found it difficult to really do much to the thing on her own. News flash, metal wasn't exactly the easiest thing to damage. Staggering a bit she moved to the sidelines after getting in a few good swings.
For what it was worth, she prefered this over the crazy flashing camera's and lights from earlier. While the bruises the mental connecting with flesh certainly didn't feel good Voscil was still positive she'd rather face down a giant robot then a frenzied group of paparazzi any day.
Eostre kept to the edge of the room, exercising some caution. She'd already taken a few serious blows from the malfunctioning machine and would like to avoid too much damage if she could. Obviously, it was a little boring, sitting near one of the conveyor belts and taking material that slid her way and gathering it into a little pile. She thought she was doing fairly well with what she was dealt, until she saw another troll coming her way, courtesy of the bot. She hopped out of the way, hoping to avoid a collision with the wayward troll. Still better than being gooped on.
Approaching the conveyor belt, Stryke decided to try and give the packing bot a wide distance between them. Leaning in to grab some of the materials and research he snatched the pack into his arms beginning to make a small pile of things he could take with. Of course this only lasted for so long, just as he was reaching for another item an unfortunate troll was more or less thrown at Stryke. Instead of letting the troll hurt themselves, the psionic reached a hand out stopping them in place before they could smash into his body.
“that went better than expected…” Stryke swallowed slightly as the yellow glow around him slowly faded.
Startled it had actually worked, he released the hold with a wave of his hand breaking the clock like barrier over the troll before stepping back a little to try and scoot a few of their new provisions into his bag before anything else could happen.
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