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((Sorry dear, long hours at work. I couldn't get back on till now. And LA! I come back to find that everyone has rejoined the cavalry! Let's get 'em!
-And for those going to join the fray, one of Requiems' posts a page or two ago explains details about the bosses attacking the base, sOOooo... La!))

Styxx had simply been following until now, seeing the wheels turning behind Joel's mind to see the plan. Apparently now there was no plan, just protect the base and kick some Russian a**. A gold haze rippled over her and then she stood again as a woman. She checked the ammo in both guns and a grin of pure excitement spread across her features. Adrenaline surged and she felt like howling as her stores of energy opened wide. She had plenty of things she had never told Joel an Riku about yet, but they might be finding out soon. She flipped on her comm and tuned it to the two talking to listen, obediently getting back out of the way after he took over the mecha suit and found a new codename. She sniggered but turned her attention to the door, hearing from Requiems end of the comm machine fire and other explosions. O but this was the stuff she lived for!
The door bent in further as whatever was on the other side slammed against it again. Thats a pretty tough door. She thought sarcastically. Innocently she tapped a finger against her chin, thinking what animal she wanted to become. Anything that had ever lived she could transform into. As names of the bosses filtered across the links she realized exactly what she wanted to be, and just about jumped out of her skin. She guessed Groundwalker was familier with his controls now, because the door was one hit away from being blown open with the sound of screaming metal. The gold haze shifted over her again, lightening fast this time. Now her eyes blinked an eerie silver with no pupils, just pure mercury. She rested one foot against each wall, and one on a poor car which smashed immediately, the other on the ground. It was a very tight squeeze. But then, dragons weren't born to be held in the confines of a garage, even one of this magnitude. Her skin was pure black, with silver spiked and long wicked talons. As a flying dragon, though she held no wings, and simply looked like a Chinese serpant dragon she twisted sinuously, baring razor sharp rows and rows of teeth at the door. The horns felt unusual on her head and she shook it briefly to become accustomed to it. Styxx leaned up and held her head to Groundwalker's left side and back a little, then blew a tiny puff of smoke to get his attention. Her bi eye winked at the mecha suit, before rolling back to the doorway. Though you couldn't really see where she was looking without a pupil, you could sense where her focus was being so close. In animal form, she used her mind to speak, as words wouldn't really come out of the dragons mouth.
"Hey groundwalker, any specifics you want taken care of? Besides not letting anyone die of course. I can torch them as soon as they open the door. Or fill this room with smoke to confuse them as it opens and we'll come out guns and fire blaring. It's up to you, your the leader of this outfit."
Her skin rippled in a wave down her body like a dog shaking off water, making her talons click on the concrete as she flexed. She really wanted to get into the fray. She took a deep breath and an orange glow came from her throat, little plumes of smoke spiraled from her nostrils.

"I'm heading towards the entrance right now, but there's about a hundred Russians between me and the door." He jumped back into the back of the jeep, and ripped the PKM from it's mount. As much as I don't like these things, they are useful, he thought to himself as he primed it again. He began running towards the entrance, blasting anything that turned to attack him. He heard a loud, audible CLICK emit from the gun as the ammo belt emptied. He threw the gun down and pulled out his katars, infusing them with earth element. He stabbed them into the ground, and it bulged along his path- like the path of a cartoon rabbit burrowing through the ground. It shot up on either side, sending soldiers, jeeps and even a howitzer flying. He then ran along this path, cutting down the soldiers who tried to attack him. He finally got to the door, where several MM soldiers were firing on the enemy. He quickly flashed his I.D., then continued in and ran down several hallways until he reached the garage. He walked in, and the earth property faded from his katars. He looked at the damage dealt to the door, and whistled.

"The Bear's here." He said, walking up to Joel. "This isn't going to be easy. You ready?"

Brian grinned, as he sat with his computer, under the table, in his room. A few hours ago, the room had stopped spinning. A few minutes afterwards, he had recognised where he was: his room, and all alone. As he thought, no sign of the friggin Librarian, Like it would matter.
As a secondary thought had hit him, he had done a few adjustrments, and a quick inventory of his normal functions and his body in general.
There were a couple of things wrong with him. First of all, his head had been shaved. Nice touch, except that now he was completely bald. No eyebrows, no hair, no eyelashes. Strange, and ultimately very disturbing. A quick touch to his ricght cheek, where a mike had been stuck to his right cheek, using a handy roll of silver duct-tape. His surprise got wider, as he discovered that his entire body ached, and that it looked like one very dedicated moscitoe had stung him enough to make his entire body a big red hot lump of swollen flesh. Looking downwards, he sighed again. Everything as hairless as it used to be.
He grinned, and looked on his lap. His eee-pc (extraordinarily extremistically engineered) seemed to have survived the entire travel pretty well.
He checked, and found the life-signals of his entire crew still working. At least, in his prolly drunken stupor, he had not killed anybody. Phew, what a relief.
After a while, it also was comfy down under the table. He had fashioned himself some kind of neon-purple Toga out of various materials, and with the help of an infusion holder, three 4 Gallon canisters of Mountain dew, and a length of old garden hose, which he found in the privacy-dirt heap of his room, he had fashioned himself a substitute drinking helmet, to get back to operational conditions.
He noticed a little icon flashing in the right corner of his screen. At least he still held the solem root acess to the entire structure, soi he better had a look at it. He pulled on the headset, and saw.....

Moments later
sliding down the corridor, he screamed at various employees to get out of his way, as he used the lower half of his improvised infusion device to skate in an immitation so bizare even the guys from jackass would have had trouble pulling it off. In all fairness, they would at least have to get really really drunk.
He jumped from the vehicle, as the doors to the simulation room opened, recognising his person, and the room bootet up, to show him the usual image of the command center of the nebukatneza, this one famous ship from Matrix.
He grinned, as his fingers hushes over the consoles, and inputs after inputs came in, forming the picture Friggin dreck. Which kind of stupid manwhoring suns of cray workstations running on windows where these guys to think trhey could solemly walk into the building? Did they just expect him to do nothing at all?

He grinned as his fingers found the right and very elderly defense and anti-boarding installations.
Sighing, he growled, and looked at them, pondering, when he noted trhe first defensive forces on the march towards the enemy lines.
"Damn, that is what I call an inefficient offensive defense....let's get them rolling..."
He grinned, and while one half of the room moved and shapechanged into a giant fire controll unit, to coordinate and calculate the fire of the various anti boarding measures in the walls, he sent his programms out to map the outer security measures, and implement them. mreanwhile, he finally had managed to get a communication to all radio-wearing units. He was central, so only the ones talking besides him would be heard over the intercom.
He picked up an audio-tape, and besides the fact that he was aaware of the severity of the situation, he activated it by shoving it in his simulation of a tape-recorder.
((Music I am talking about: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yctfXIqugXc It gets louder during the whole talk, but you still hear each other comfortably over it. ))
"All mishaps personel, This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. This is tech speaking, Sys admin of mishaps and temporary master of the fire controll unit. we are under attack. Please, proceed normally and with caution to the safe rooms in the basement, while wearing your RFID-pass and all of your RFID-keys. After activation of the anti Boarding and active intruder countermeasures, each person still moving out of the designated safe areas will be treated as an enemy combattant, and will be targettet by the security countermeasures. Should you currently be wearing or operating heavy equipment of mishaps, please save your work and do not worry. "
He grinned, and leaned back. It was now not important to discover how or why he had blacked out, but more if or wether this would be enough. a quick press on the solid Icon on the simulation, and the simulation room door sprung into lock. Now, potential attackers would have to go through 10 centimeters of bubblesteel-cement mix, and his hermetical sealing. That would be fun.

After he gave the computer the orders to boot the entire security system, he pressed a button, and his voice resonated in all of the speakers around the fighting characters.
"Ok, this is Tech speaking, currently in full posession of his mental powers. It will be 5 minutes before I can use the internal systems to combat the intruder, and a few more untill I can use the external ones. So please, fellas, and dear dragon, buy me some time.... I would say, take a few of them Jeeps, and throw them after the helicopters, or s**t.
So, battle-plans at first glance:
Dragon goes after the air units, primarily using heavy stuff against the rotors, or dropping it in their way. Think that they have excellent machine guns on board, but they are probably too unflexible to make them shoot above their heads. If you have picked the hueys down, go after the land-lubbers.
Groundwalker and android dude, I want you out there in these mecha suits and moving like you stole some s**t at K-mart. If you stand still, they can concentrate their fire on you, and I will make sure that if somebody manages to get you out of your mechas after they burned out, I will eat your choaled dead bodies. I would suggest as far as the dragon has left the house, you start pissing lead out of the door, primarily to keep the others away from our air unit. remember, they are smaller then you, so you can kick them more easily. No standing around, simply running into the big groups of enemies, while concentrating fire / blades on the heavily armored targets.
Give me five minutes, and I have activated the outer defense systems, and then this fight will be over quicker then a green snake up a suggarcane, but until then, please, keep them busy...
So, any more questions? If not, I would very much like to start the countdown of 10 seconds. After it ends, I can easily just activate the triggers for a good and nice detonation-load at the gates, which will blow trhe gates out towards your enemy. If someone has a better plan, just say so. "
Brian grinned, and lit a cigarette. This promised to be funny...
He sighed....
"Groundwalker, negative points for innovative thinking...... The door will be a ******** target. Back it against the floor or something stable, or you will be tripped soon.....But what the heck, just go....."

((Just to let you know, I'll get a post up tonight. .__. Sorry I've been away for so long!))

He grinned, as the guy stopped for a minute, and then took action again. He had not been absolutely sure, but awfully lot, the security system had sent out minor errors when the guy had been around and the pondering of the android had kind of given away that something was kind of out off the question.
He shook his head, and then grinned a bit. The real reason was that the security systems he had under his fingertips had listed him as machine with electric impulses, and not as 100 % organmic...
He shook his head, and pressed the mike button again.
"I am telling you, you seem to do grrrreat! And As you can think, I am inside the defensive system, and I just have the inner security systems hooked up as the last guys have entered the vaults, so I will prolly not be able to throw around some big old explosives.... Kind of cool, but for the outer systems, I have to spend a little more timeto connect them and get them under my cointroll..... Apparently, under the reagan area, some guy did a littlebit of batch shopping.....anyways, you guys are doing great....."
He leaned back, and concentrated on the responses from a few of his programms. Apparently, someone had burried a few thousand anti personell mines around the area, and had forgotten to completely wire the mines in a way that his programms could comprehend, and turn them on again in a manner that would not hurt any of the MM-staff. ...
He grinned as the inner systems reported full capability. Now, the guys could play with the enemys, while he would ready the deathstrike....

Some of the liquid nanobots found their ways through the ceiling, by drilling a hole about the size of a needle.
They were programmed to do exactly one thing.... slowly, the stream divided, untill it reached the eight different double barrel machine gun turrets, which were the original line of defense in the garage. Their internal programs knew of the updates they had to do... but for that, they needed metal, guns, aloys and plastics...
They welcame the hail of bulletfire that reached the inner hall of the garage. valuable metal, gunpowder, traces of plastic....
The rain of liquid, the color of quicksilver,v was quick and efficient. First, a few bots reformed, and carried the electricity with their bodys towareds the target. Then, some bots crawled along them, took a few atoms of the needed stuff, and crawled back to the gun turrets. While the turrets stupped for a second to let them on, the bots soldered, melted and nailed the atoms to the original design. The strings of gunfire grew longer, as additional cooling elements on the slowly elongating necks of the barrels gave the bullets more speed and stability, while the metal flaps prevented them from overheating.
While the various turrets roared, and pieces of incoming hostile nonused metal were rebuilt and reconfigured, something nasty happened to a particular usefull jeep in the back of the garage..... its wheels were exchanged against chains, formed out of enemy bullets.... it slowly grew several dozen spikes, and a thick panzer plate over the unverside....And antennas, designated to pick up whatever kind of wifi signal one could wish.

In the simulation room, Tech leaned back, and stretched his fingers. The cleanup would be fun. But right now, an idea grew in him... he would show them outsiderds what the true meaning of a drone was... He opened the programms for the design specs, and recognised in awe that the process had already started. he patted himself on the shoulder, not wasting a single thought about the thought before the action... that seemed to happen sometimes, in the heat of the battle...He reconfigured the plans, added some more amor, and a faster cannon. Then, he heardf the sound of the walker of bear user.... his head felt a little dizzy....
"Hey, guys, I call dibbs on that girl. If you wanna help me, throw her towards the garage.... If I get her, all our energy problems will be solved!!!"