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riverviewlogs2017-04-17 08:04 pm
somnioergosum) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-04-17 08:04 pm
Mission: Fertile Ground
Who: 2B, Daryl Dixon, Jason Todd, and Ronan Lynch
What: A team assembled by force is volunteered or voluntold to go collect soil samples and test them. They’re surrounded by predators. Things, predictably, do not go well.
When: April 17th
Where: Outside of the perimeter, in a fertile land surrounded by wild boar
Warnings: Violence against (and probably death of) animals
Ronan appreciated the chance to explore beyond the perimeter. He did not appreciate that he was doing it under supervision or the class they’d made him take. Soil samples? Jesus. But there was a chance of getting chased by carnivorous creatures of which no one had given him a clear description. That probably meant no one knew. Now that was exciting.
For once, Ronan was waiting at the perimeter early. He did his best not to look like he had been there long. Arms crossed over his shoulder, he examined the huge truck they’d loaned them for this mission.
He rapped on the metal. “Made to take damage,” he commented to himself.
If the others didn’t show up soon, he might just hop in and take off before no one noticed...
What: A team assembled by force is volunteered or voluntold to go collect soil samples and test them. They’re surrounded by predators. Things, predictably, do not go well.
When: April 17th
Where: Outside of the perimeter, in a fertile land surrounded by wild boar
Warnings: Violence against (and probably death of) animals
Ronan appreciated the chance to explore beyond the perimeter. He did not appreciate that he was doing it under supervision or the class they’d made him take. Soil samples? Jesus. But there was a chance of getting chased by carnivorous creatures of which no one had given him a clear description. That probably meant no one knew. Now that was exciting.
For once, Ronan was waiting at the perimeter early. He did his best not to look like he had been there long. Arms crossed over his shoulder, he examined the huge truck they’d loaned them for this mission.
He rapped on the metal. “Made to take damage,” he commented to himself.
If the others didn’t show up soon, he might just hop in and take off before no one noticed...
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[The creatures are not only clearly hostile but also huge. Still, 2B is an android made to fight and kill, and reacts as one.]
Ha-aaah!
[Her low stance was already in preparation for a lunge, which she executes right now, simultaneously leaping at the hostile closest to blocking access to the truck and grabbing the hilt of her heavier sword with both hands. She spins mid-air to add extra momentum, and brings the blade down with an overhead swing into the monster's face.
There's a spray of blood - but the tusked beast is still standing. Worse yet, even if it was stopped for the moment, this assault only made it angrier. And worst of all: the sword is now stuck in its thick hide.]
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The bolt landed and the thing stood there stunned for a second, as if surprised by it's own death, before it just collapsed in place.
Unfortunately for Daryl, he had only 7 more bolts on him and he wasn't sure he could get another shot off like that. Now when they ducked their heads for the charge and especially not when a fourth one he hadn't seen joined the fray and shoulder checked him, sending him rolling the other way.
It was enough to ring his bell right good and make him see stars for a moment.]
Sorry for the delay, have a long tag
Ronan stops when it turns toward him. He can't be less than forty feet away. In the end, it makes little difference and he knows it.
He can see his tombstone now. Ronan Lynch: killed by wild pig.
When it barrels toward him, he casts himself to the side fast enough to escape that fate. Unfortunately, when it whirls around, one of the tusks broadsides him. His body hits the ground a few feet away, then his head snaps back.
His memory stops.
What doesn't stop is the passage of time and the working of Ronan's brain, disjointed as it is. In a few moments of unconsciousness, there's something in him still together enough to be aware of danger.
He wakes up a few seconds later. He can't move.
What can is the form slowly drawn into existence beside him. The size and shape of a full grown komodo dragon, it has feathers instead of scales. There's something inherently wrong about it, aside from the fact that it stands upright to reveal talon like claws. The wrongness is how unformed it is-- half thought out in creation, it looks blurred around the edges. The skin beneath the feathers starts to split before it even leaps for the creature that incapcitated Ronan.
Ronan's memory starts again to this scene: dazed, head throbbing, and still going through his own fashion of sleep paralysis, he thinks one thing very clearly: fuck.]
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Still, no time for regrets. She leaps to the side, almost kicking off the enraged and wounded boar-like beast, before making it towards Daryl as soon as possible. The monster is soon to follow, yes - but this is not as important as making sure others are alright.]
Can you move?!
[She draws a smaller blade while positioning herself between the archer and the creature that put him in this state.
This is when she catches a glimpse of... whatever is happening with Ronan. And she can't help but stare, dumbfounded.]
What... is that?
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[Daryl muttered as he blinked away the disorientation and pushed himself back onto his feet. A lot slower than he liked, but that thing hit hard.
He squinted, looking for the kid and let out a curse as he spotted Ronan on the ground not that far from the strange half-formed monster.]
Shit. Can you get the kid? I'll cover you.
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Oh, and the creature from whatever his concussed mind dreamed is unraveling. Cracks on its skin open to reveal white muscles beneath, the feathers melt, yet through it all it attacks the beast. Bearing all its attacks, it has no mind toward defending itself. But then, it is doomed anyway.
Ronan snaps back into his body. He lifts his little finger, then opens his eyes and moves the rest of his hand. Once he can stretch his arm, he reaches back to check if his scalp is bleeding. He can't feel anything so it's just a headache to deal with along with a ring of color in his field of vision. It soon fades.
That's good, he thinks with some effort.
He stumbles to his feet.]
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She has no idea what Godzilla is, though.]
Right. Break off the first chance you get.
[Not waiting for confirmation, 2B springs into action. The new, furious monster seems to be on their side and taking care of one of the hostiles, so she focuses on the other two. Sword in hand, she delivers several quick cuts towards one of the beasts as she runs next to it, just enough to get its attention. As for the other, the one with the blade in its head - she already has its attention, and it charges just as the first one is turning to gore her as well.
This is when 2B switches to evasive tactics. The monsters attack, but in a burst of superhuman speed she is no longer there, side flipping above one of them and landing behind its back. The boar-like hulks are momentarily confused - a perfect opening! Which she uses to dash around and away from them and towards Ronan.]
Can you hear me? We're getting out of here!
[He's getting up, which is a relief. She was ready to carry him if she had to.]
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It wasn't worth anyone's life, of course, but it wasn't that much lower on his short list of priorities, neither.
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[Ronan turns, his stomach churns when he hears his creation scream. He starts to look back at it, then refocuses and looks at 2B again.]
Yeah. Yeah, you don't have to shout.
[No longer spewing acid, Ronan sounds as dazed as he looks.]
Wait.
[He looks down at his empty hands. There should be something--
Despite how slowly his mind works, he moves fast as walks in a circle. His eyes dart back and forth.]
Shit! The sample. Where is it?
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Oh no...
[To make things worse, the beasts know where she is now and are charging again. 2B can't afford Ronan to get trampled by them.]
It can't be far. Search the immediate area!
[Not very useful advice but that's all she's got for now. She won't wait for the boars to get close to her and her allies. The best course here is to meet them head on!
She rushes forward, her sword held up horizontally - it clashes with a monster's tusks, and miraculously 2B manages to parry the creature and stop its progress!]
Khh... aah!
[While she struggles though, the second one moves from the side, its huge head swinging and hitting her - sending the android flying. Her short aerial journey ends as she crashes into the side of the truck.]
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He swung his bow up and took aim at the one nearest Ronan, firing into what looked like softer flesh around one of it's joints. It didn't do much damage when it landed, but certainly pissed the sucker off. More importantly, it drew it and it's friend's attention away from where Ronan was and where 2B had landed.
Drew it right to Daryl.]
Get yer assess into the truck!
[He shouted and started moving back toward the edge of the field. Long enough for the two of them to go in for another charge. This time it was one he saw coming, though, and planned for. So when they got close enough that turning wouldn't be easy, he shot off to one side and then made his own break for their ride.
Wouldn't buy a lot of time, but he hoped it would be enough.]
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Ronan looks at the truck.
The tools aren't all they're going to replace.
He sprints for the truck's driver's door. There's no way that Ronan can tackle on of these beasts but by the size and build of that vehicle, it can take a pounding. It already is.
Once he gets inside, he starts the engine and steers it toward the boars-- then slows down as he starts to pass Daryl and 2B.
No soldier left behind etc., etc.]
Get in!
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Yes, I'm on it!
[She turns around and jumps up - her arms grabbing for the truck's top and seemingly effortlessly pulling her up. She is now literally on it - on the truck.
She has the high ground, one that even huge boars might have difficulty reaching (but not combat androids apparently). Crouched low, she observes the beasts' movement, ready to act should any come close to either the truck, or Daryl.
Let's ignore the combat damage she sustained for now.]
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Ronan was a fair better driver than he was, which meant the truck was rolling along at a steady pace instead of being jerked around the way it would have had Daryl's foot been on the clutch. At least when it came to stick shifts. So he had an easier time getting on than he could have. Was smooth enough.
After he hopped on the back and had a firm hold of a safety belt, he yelled out to Ronan:]
Hit the gas!
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The truck is slower than his BMW by far and he's never had to work with this much bulk. But the principle is about the same.]
Blindfold! Hold onto something or get inside.
[He steadily increases speed, just waiting until he knows 2B won't fall. After that, they'll find out how fast this thing goes.]
Crossbow-- cross--
[He gestures vaguely with his hand. If you squint, it resembles firing a gun.]
Shoot-- shit.
[That train of thought vanishes. Both hands need to be on the wheel anyway. Ronan's got a giant truck to drive, a girl on top of it, a kiler headache, and a few killer boars on steroids. He can't deal with anything else for a bit.]
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[It takes her a second to realize Ronan is talking to her (codenames exist for a reason), but 2B really doesn't seem inconvenienced up on the top of the truck. Even as it accelerates, she has no trouble standing atop of it, leaning forward for balance. As long as they don't crash into anything that is.
But before that can happen, 2B decides it's safest not to push her luck and moves forward, a small jump placing her atop the truck's cabin. She wants to check on Ronan, nevermind that he was just possibly distracted by the sound of something heavy landing right above his head. No time to ponder that though, she's already hanging down and trying to squeeze her way in through the open window on the passenger's side, only slightly distorting it in the process.]
I'm fine.
[She glances at him to make sure he is as well. Though actually... up close, the android looks pretty banged up from the boar charge. And the beasts are still chasing after all of them.]
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[He moved up to the very back of the bed, right against where it met the cab, and started searching around for one of the shotguns that had been in there earlier. Those at least could do some damage without having to aim well.
Once he got one loaded up, he braced himself as best he could and started firing.]
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This is how you drive.
[On the streets, this piece of shit would never beat anyone. There's only so much the engines can do with this weight. Oddly enough, the concussion helps. His coordination is hurt just enough that he doesn't turn the wheel too fast.
He still takes a hard turn to reverse direction. Whether or not it disorients their new friends, the others can worry about that. Once their course straightens, he floors it.]
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On the other hand she has nothing but melee weapons so her options regarding what to do now are very limited. All she can do is examine her own or Ronan's damage - or observe the boars, as the truck starts to leave them behind.]
We're losing them.
[Hopefully for good.]
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Really hoped that stupid sample was worth the effort.]
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Go team. Let's never speak of this again.
[Just had his ass handed to him by a boar. It'll take longer to heal his wounded pride than his busted head.
By the grace of God, he stays awake and quiet the entire drive back.]
The funny thing is, getting your ass kicked by giant boars is totally IC here
At least no one received serious injury. No one except the boars left behind, including the dead one.]
The mission was a success in the end. That's the important part.
[Was it really worth it? It's not for her to decide that.]