Sep 14th - Going Down Swinging

[Allison Rogers]

Allison had left a note for Dee in her workshop to meet her in the Danger Room that evening and reminding her to 'suit up' for the occasion. She was standing in the Danger Room, going over some of the program parameters and dressed in her faculty training outfit. The room wasn't locked and Allison scratched her head as she sorted through several lists to find what she was looking for.

((Open))

[Deirdre Quinn]

"I saw 'suit up' on the note," Dee says, her armored boots resounding on the floor as she walks in, her helmet tucked under her arm.

"Going to be one of those then, eh?"

[Allison Rogers]

"Well, it's been a while for this too," she said with a smirk, finishing up some of the programming.

[Deirdre Quinn]

"I thought that was the Headmistress' kink, not yours." She smirks.

"What are we in for?"

[Allison Rogers]

"Warehouse hostage rescue. Figured it might be good to have a goal beyond just a straight scrap. That suit you?"

[Deirdre Quinn]

"It's your show. I'm just along for the ride."

[Allison Rogers]

"There's a joke there that I'm not going to make," Allison said with a chuckle, starting the program that put them outside a large warehouse. "Safeties are partially on, so I wouldn't worry too much, especially not in your armor," Allison said, shifting up and flexing her fingers.

((Still open))

[Deirdre Quinn]

"I've got enough riot loadout in this thing that it shouldn't be a problem."

[Allison Rogers]

"I gave the system a list of possible opponents and told it to randomize, so there's no telling what we're in for once this thing actually gets started."

[Deirdre Quinn]

"You want to both go in the same way, or you take bottom and I take top?"

[Allison Rogers]

Allison snorted. "Given that I don't know what's in there, I think I'd rather have you watching my back."

[Deirdre Quinn]

"Then my sensor net is at your disposal."

[Allison Rogers]

"Is that what they're calling it this days?" Allison quipped with a chuckle. "Computer, start program." The computer acknowledged and that was when the gunmen appeared on the roof. "Sometimes I hate the computer," Allison said, diving behind a shipping container as the gunmen opened up on their position.

[Deirdre Quinn]

Dee clicks her helmet into place behind cover.

"Ah, this looks like my department," she says, stepping out into the open. She switched weaponry with her helmet reticle, shapes moving about on her gauntlet. Raising it, she sent a volley of riot foam capsules at the gunmen.

[Allison Rogers]

The capsules struck the gunmen and the fire tapered off as they were coated in the stuff. Allison took the lull to dodge around the container and charge for one of the normal sized doors on the warehouse. The door proved to not be much of a contest for Allison blowing off its hinges and taking out the hapless lacky on the other side. So far, the opponents seemed human.

[Deirdre Quinn]

"Mental note, reinforce the workshop doors," she quips as she follows Allison in.

[Allison Rogers]

"Then I would just have to sweet talk ASHLIE into unlocking them for me," Allison said with a chuckle. They appeared to be in a front office with several desks and assorted office paraphernalia. "Besides, I would never..." That's when the minotaur charged through the thin inner wall and slammed Allison into the outer wall.

[Deirdre Quinn]

"...I was already sick of minotaurs the first time we faced them," She grumbles as she sets her loadout to taser prongs and dials them up to more cattle prod-like levels. Raising both gauntlets, she fires at the beast.

[Allison Rogers]

The creature jerked, stumbling back from Allison as the taser shook it up. "They do have one benefit," Allison said, slamming the creature in the side of the head with one fist. "They smell like steak when you fry 'em," she joked, landing another blow that sent the creature sprawling to the floor. Through the gaping hole in the wall, they could see out into the warehouse proper, which looked like some sort of shipping concern with crates of various sizes stacked on shelves that went to the ceiling.

[Deirdre Quinn]

"So we're basically going to get ambushed about every three paces, it looks like," she says as she takes lead, sweeping out with her sensors.

[Allison Rogers]

"You gotta love tall buildings with high shelves," Allison said, looking around and sniffing the air as she followed. There was a solid concentration of heat in the far corner of the warehouse as if there was a large concentration of... something sitting on the ground. Quite a few of the crates also had heat signatures as well.

[Deirdre Quinn]

"Either they're hiding in these boxes, or they're smuggling something in them. Whatever the case, I've got heat signatures."

[Allison Rogers]

"We could always find out," Allison said. "Where's the closest?"

[Deirdre Quinn]

"Roundabouts of... there," she says, pointing to one of the crates that has a heat signature.

[Allison Rogers]

Allison darted up to the box, looking around before hooking her fingers into the seam and wrenching on of the panels off... to reveal the robot inside that started firing repulsor blasts at Dee.

[Deirdre Quinn]

Dee is knocked back against the opposite crate before she's able to stabilize herself and return fire.

"...looks like bloody Christmas came early."

[Allison Rogers]

"Ho ho... ho!" Allison said, jerking the robot free of the crate and pitching it up in the air for Dee to shoot down. Several other crates broke open and more robots started coming their way.

[Deirdre Quinn]

"Well I'll give it this, when it randomizes it bloody well randomizes," she says, ducking behind cover and firing at the robots when she can.

[Allison Rogers]

"At least it's not boring," Allison said, scaling the back side of one of the shelves in several leaps before knocking a large crate off onto one of the robots.