(Aileanna Kerr) [EVENT] ** There's a wild, crazy boom from the sphere room as the rift closes with a bang. A shockwave is sent through the facility, and every light overcharges and explodes. Electronics go haywire, elevators drop, and synths go nuts. The modified organisms previously under the combine's control lash out at anything nearby like feral animals. **
** CCA.C17-SeC.58572 stops rather abruptly, then he begins to twitch. His respirator clicks on and off noisily as some deep mechanical whirring can be heard within his throat. The Sector Commander uneremoniously pulls out his side arm, a pulse pistol, and discharges it twice toward 98454.
(UU.SYNTH-3891) [EVENT] ** All of the synthetic units begin to turn on each other. It's a free for all, complete madness. They begin to drop left and right from their own comrade's fire. **
CCA.C17-GIS.68428: [YELL] Wha-
(UU.SYNTH-3891) [EVENT] ** The lights are out, the only source of lighting being the flashes of pulse and ballistics. **
(Aileanna Kerr) [EVENT] ** A horn starts to signal inside the facility. “GENERATOR MELTDOWN IMMINENT. EVACUATE ALL PERSONNEL, DESTRUCTION IMMINENT.” As if on cue, the facility shakes gently. Anyone in the control room sees the reactors flash wildly with danger warnings. **
** CCA.C17-JUDGE.02.98454 was clearly caught off guard. She stumbles back, falling against the concrete. Her vest quickly reddens, vocoder picking up her gasps.
[L] (CCA.C17-GIS.83753) [EVENT] ** In an effort to preserve himself, 837 sends himself crawling towards the elevator. He's unsure why 585 unloaded into 984 and he doesn't seem keen on finding out either. **
** CCA.C17-SeC.58572 stalks toward the wounded unit, the Commander hovering over her before lifting his side arm once more. He turns suddenly and brings it to 68428.
(CCA.C17-GIS.68428) ** 68428, on the other hand, is. With the sudden outage causing havoc, the agent levels his own rifle and taps the trigger three times. **
** CCA.C17-JUDGE.02.98454 begs as he hovers over her, "Please, plea-." She cuts off as 585 turns his attention on 684.
CCA.C17-GIS.68428: [YELL] FUCK YOU.
[L] (CCA.C17-GIS.83753) [EVENT] ** 837 stops on his ass; bloodied and out of breath. He makes it to the cusp of the elevator and raised his rifle sluggishly, unleashing a small burst to 585's side. The strength waning from his grip is enough to send the rifle clattering from his hands soon after. **
[L] (Wf. Cloe Veronesi) ** Cloe isn't sticking around to watch. She's running for the other bulkhead. **
[L] (CCA.C17-SeC.58572) [EVENT] ** Is struck square on the chest twice, though no before his own finger depresses the trigger at least once. The Commander staggers back, an inhuman tone of pain escaping his throat. **
(CCA.C17-GIS.68428) ** Singing. 68428 is struck in the breastplate and hard. The man stumbles backwards and agains tthe barricade. He presses down on the trigger again before the rifle falls from his hands. **
[L] (CCA.C17-SeC.58572) [EVENT] ** More shots take the unmasked Commander, first from the side and then from the front again. He staggers then falls from his feet, falling atop the unit he had just slain. **
[L] (CCA.C17-GIS.68428) ** With the Command down, 68428 charges. He grabs the commander and starts to drag and seperate the two. In the process, he rips his mask off. **
[L] ** CCA.C17-CERBERUS.56132 quickly passes through the ghastly scene, quickly snatching up a weapon before continuing on. Not giving the units any further attention.
[L] (CCA.C17-GIS.83753) [EVENT] ** 837 crawls himself into the elevator's corner and slapped a bloodied glove onto the elevator screen. The shutters start to close. **
** CCA.C17-JUDGE.02.98454's crushed by 585 falling ontop of her. Once 684 gets to her, she's limp, no movement from the unit.
** CCA.C17-SeC.58572 had already begun to fade, and although it's difficult it's not impossible to remove the respirator fixed so blatantly to his face. It's a game of tug of war as skin is peeled away, The Commander's heaving breaths are cut off as the device is pulled free, his chest going still.
** CCA.C17-GIS.68428 turns back to Callie. He rips her mask off, unwilling to check or speak with her in the slightest. He starts dragging her along.
** CCA.C17-JUDGE.02.98454's gasping for what little air she couldn't afford to lose. She stares up to 684, a tear spilling down her cheek. Callie tries to speak, but nothing comes out. She's evidently in shock.