Snippet #6094

Green: Malcolm and Taleth present, possibly Hood.

The Bouncer breathed steadily; slowly inhaling and exhaling. He did not respond to Malcolm's initial hail; taking another sure step in front of him, as if oblivious to the technician - devoted to simply... walking. Another thudding step took the Bouncer forward, before he realised that Malcolm was not only hailing him, but in actual fact, talking to him. The Bouncer was still puzzled however, though it may not be apparent to the outsider. There was nothing green nearby.

He stopped in his tracks, and slowly turned to regard the technician coolly; he had only heard the second half of the tech's chatter - he understood the words, but they... held no meaning for him... surely? It was... difficult to think. He simply stood there in silence, his portlights glowing a neutral yellow directly at Malcolm.

Before he could respond, he caught sight of the well armed and armoured person, and watched him speak to the tech. As Taleth pointed his gun at the Bouncer, he felt his mind focusing on the well armed man. His entire body tensed; particularly his right arm, causing the drill to rotate slowly. The strap, still attached to the now loose surgical table, formed a loop around his right shoulder, holding fast. It was a funny sight to see that the Bouncer was still unaware he was dragging a table with him.

His portlights slowly changed into a gloomy orange - there was no need to act... or did he find himself unable to act? The haze that permeated his thoughts seemed to guide his instinct - telling him to be aware of this man, but take no action. It was... so hard to think, and he found himself unwilling to resist. Instinct will guide him.

ENCOUNTER:
6 splicers: 2 Thuggish, 3 Leadheads, 1 Spider. The area would just be a room filled with vats of liquid, machinery, surgical tables and various equipment. The room is connected waiting-room like area, which is then connected to other hallways. I have no idea how to upload an attachment in this post, so I can't wiggle some lines to depict what the room might look like. Oh, by the way... if there's any discontinuity of how the areas look... I apologize. I'm winging it as I go along!

But the armed man seemed to be aware of another presence... and the Bouncer could now feel it too. The sounds of insane laughter, incoherent chattering... and weapons being armed. Hostility literally oozed from these newcomers, as their weapons were already trained on the trio even before coming into sight.

A new instinct overrode the old; he felt his blood expand, as he shot out his left hand at Malcolm and Taleth. He then instinctively contracted his blood, as he tensed his left arm. The wave of bullets from the hostile splicers met with a transparent, faintly blue barrier, causing water-like ripples to propagate from where the bullets struck. It was a strange sensation; the Bouncer could feel mild to moderate stinging with each bullet.

But the shield would not last; the final bullet struck, causing the barrier to shatter like glass - the pieces simply vanishing into thin air. Fortunately, the splicers ran to take cover, needing to reload. The Thuggishs now acted on cue - charging in like savages.

Unfortunately for the Bouncer, as the barrier shattered, his was suddenly seized by a paralysing pain, in both body and mind. He fell to his knees; the various gauges and gears on his suit began to turn wildly, and even puffs of steam escape his suit. The Big Daddy could not see the gauges and gadgetry that was embedded to the exterior of his suit - it appears that they are not meant for him, but perhaps one with technical expertise.

Realising that he was now incapacitated, he quickly scanned the area through his portholes. In the corner of the 'waiting-room', he swore he saw something falling out of the vents.
[Inserting Hood here, if it seems a good place to.]

But the Bouncer did not notice the clicking of metallic hooks from the ceiling...