Desmond Zini's Story

Vesta

The pilot sped her way around the space surrounding the Nadia, making sure to never put herself in a position where the fighters guns might miss her and hit her freighter. She used her ability to outmaneuver her foes to her advantage, making it hard for them to hit her and giving them a chance to hit each other when they missed their main target. Her turret stuck to one target at a time, regardless of where she was facing or her relation to the rest of the battle. Once one fighter was down, she'd switch to another. She'd tried to keep their fire off of her but she noticed a couple of fighters had focused their fire on the Merc's location.


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Inside, the power-armored marine had put up his helmet as a stray bullet pinged off his shoulder. "Contact!" He sprayed stun darts into the ductwork but the smoke had thrown his aim off. They listened as the sound of movement in the ductwork headed away. The other soldiers were getting back on their feet as the two marines took to the front of the line. Their eyes were opened for traps and any others that they saw were sprung harmlessly on the marines. They followed slowly behind the loudmouthed brat in the ductwork, unable to keep up with him as he left them with a surprise and an insult every time they'd caught up with him. They hadn't lost any troops, but their tempers and nerves were running high.

Desmond Zini

Desmond tried to stall for time to give the robot time but didn't want to be too slow and get shot, like he almost did when they first boarded. This caused Desmond to take a round about way creating almost a maze in the ship. Finally once he felt that it had been about 7 minuets he lead them the most direct rout to the cargo hold. Once there Desmond dropped his last smoke bomb that he had been saving for an event like this and darted through the doors, "Robot, where are you?" he yelled what did it call itself again... "Veris!" With that he saw the robot coming to the door, Oh, wow he is really cool. he thought to himself watching Veris set the trap. "What are you doing there?"

August Model, 13x Series, "Veris"

Veris looked at Desmond for a moment, returning its facing back to being prepared. "This unit has prepared a bucket of thermal paste for removal of the armor that is worn by the power armor units and a bucket of anti-organic acid to defend against the rest of the units." Said Veris, before continuing with "This unit advises that you stand behind this unit. The acid splash is extremely lethal to exposed organics."

Veris held its position until one of either the foot soldiers or marines fell into his trap, deploying the proper bucket against them. When the buckets were emptied, Veris would run to the nearest "safe" cover he could.

The soldiers had been moving cautiously, using the armored marines as human shields. Once they'd established that lethal force had been used against them and that they'd met only resistance upon boarding, they'd switched to live ammunition. It wasn't long before they'd followed the source of the nuisances towards what looked to be a cargo bay. "Eyes open boys." One of the marines said as he readied himself to open the cargo door. The other marine stacked behind him and when they opened a door the one in front charged directly into a face-full of anti-armor thermal paste. He screamed in agony as the neural links connecting him to his suit began to catch fire and melt.

The soldiers and the remaining marine opened fire blindly into the cargo bay, trying to shoot past the smoking, flailing wreck that had been their commanding officer.

August Model, 13x Series, "Veris"

Standing off to the side of the door, Veris saw the bullets firing over the smoking wreck of a power armored marine. Grabbing the small string off to the side of the door, Veris gave it a sturdy yank, releasing the bucket of acid over the hallway leading to the cargo bay. Staying to listen for only a few moments, Veris moved to find anything that could be improvised against survivors of the acid.

Veris knew that it didn't have enough time to mix up another batch of thermal paste, or the acid, but it needed something, anything. "Unknown organic unit, higher armament is required. Inquiry: Does unit know of higher power armament?" Veris asked Desmond.

Desmond Zini

When the robot went and hid Desmond quickly darted behind a crate popping his head out to watch what would happen. Watching as the man got coated in the paste Desmond got ready to move just encase they started shooting, which happened soon after. He quickly ran closer to the robot almost getting hit in the process. "You are so cool!" he whispered to Veris. Veris then asked something along the lines of "Unknown organic unit, higher armament is required. Inquiry: Does unit know of higher power armament?" Desmond stood there a second thinking it over then shook his head, "No, not really, my pistol is the only thing I really know how to use."

The soldiers fired over the desiccated body of their commander, the second marine having taken control in his death, suddenly more frightened for their lives than they had been when they first breached their way into this nightmare of a ship. It only proved to be more of a nightmare when fully half the squad was doused in acid, the others being lucky enough to have time to get out of the way or be spared a majority of the damage by the flailing bodies of their comrades in arms. When the Marine gave the order to regroup, they were more than happy to fall back and let him toss in a nerve-shock grenade. With any luck it would incapacitate any biological systems, rendering even people in power armor unconscious while still leaving them alive and wouldn't damage the ship or any electrical components. Anyone left standing would be free game on the inevitable charge into the room.

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The few fighters that strafed around Dragoslava's position on the ship were having trouble both avoiding her fire and returning fire of their own as she brought the MagRail to bear on their engines. Those that weren't being shot at fired at the mostly stationary target when they could, doing their best to rid themselves of one annoyance while the rest of their fighters played a poor game of catchup with the wildly twisting and turning Interceptor. It looked like the Nadia's pilot wasn't quite as good at disabling other ships as the ex-marine was, but she did seem to be a fair hand at grabbing their attention and simultaneously not getting turned to scrap metal and pulp by their weapons.

August Model, 13x Series, "Veris"

Veris watched as the strange weapon bounced into the room. It appeared to be some form of grenade, but did not match any of the limited kind that Veris had an understanding of. Staying behind cover, Veris waited for the strange grenade to go off. While the device was detonating, Veris had an idea that might just work.

Bolting to the maintenance closet once again, the android grabbed exactly what it was looking for. A pressure washer. When set to the highest setting, the little machine could create a steady stream of water that could carry a high voltage charge for about 20 meters, and anything out of that range would have to deal with the pain of the force required for the water to be pressurized that high.

Commanding the door to the cargo bay to close, Veris rushed out with the pressure cleaner, hoping the door would hold long enough. Opening one of the hatches that led to a water and power out, Veris quickly got to work setting the device up and setting the positive high power out to the equivalent of a pilot light for a flamethrower. Once the set up was ready, Veris commanded the door to open, unaware of whether, or not, the enemies had gotten through. It then looked up, and fired at anything that wasn't a registered passenger/worker on the Nadia.

Desmond Zini

Desmond stood there a second as the grenade landed in the room before quickly darting out and throwing it back out of the door before quickly darting deeper into the cargo hold. Once he was far enough back he sat down. Ok Desmond there has to be something you can do that is of more help. You don't want to get killed but you want to help. Think, think. What was that? With that he darted off yet again to one side of the cargo bay and back up to find Veris spraying getting ready to spray anything that came through the door.