END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

[sailmods]

[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

Comments

[thismaskismybadge]

Soooo we can just keep shooting it and that'll be totally fine, then? Just really pump it full of bullets and you'll be completely a-okay.

[saltwaterlungs]

I call dibs on getting to do 'stop hitting yourself'.

[teethoftherisk]

PUT HER HEAD ON THE FUCKING ROBOT

[Everyone here is making him wish he had opposable thumbs and his 6'5" reach right now.]

[mistertwister]

[ Slapping his face so he either focuses or wakes up ]

I never thought I'd tackle two robots in one day but I can eat a second of its attention is someone else wants to go for the dunk.

[sabigoe]

[ ...Just quietly peeking out from behind the safety of Ava. Flinching a little. Wow, this is the most F-bombs she's heard at once today! Mostly from Jenny. And now Siffleur. ]

[thismaskismybadge]

[ Dramatic sigh, beckoning, ] Hand her to me, I think I can do it. I didn't go through all those gymnastics classes for the spider stuff to be all I have going for me.

[sabigoe]

Woooah, Gwen can play the drums... and do gymnastics! That's cool! [ Absolutely does not understand what Gwen means by "spider stuff," but oh well. Still amazing! ] Yeah, you can do it! [ SLAM DUNK THAT HEAD ONTO THE ROBOT because that's better than to just keep shooting at the body :( ]

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Hands off the head to Gwen. ]

[stormpirate]

[SCREAMING WHAT ARE PROBABLY HIDEOUS SLURS FOR FRENCH PEOPLE IN AN ENTIRELY UNFAMILIAR LANGUAGE]

[configuration_birdwatcher]

[ Error: Translation not found. There's one they haven't heard in a while. ]

[mistertwister]

Alright, make this count!

[ With all the strength in his body and none of the smarts in his head, Okie sprints toward the crab bot and launches himself into a dropkick. ]

[sailmods]

[the robot grabs his leg.

and that's it basically just grasping that leg.]

[decohere]

Oh no... [at least... it's keeping that arm occupied?

Ava tries lunging for the other arm, 6 quick to follow because clearly the robot has the strength advantage, maybe between the two of them they can hinder it]

Somebody take the legs! [and then hopefully that'll allow Gwen to go for the head if they have the limbs]

[teethoftherisk]

[Siffleur peels himself off the floor and lunges for the legs, tangling himself up in them in only the way a cat can.]

[configuration_birdwatcher]

[ Bastion rushes in after Siffleur, grabbing hold of the mech's left leg with their weakened manipulator arm, wrapping their gun arm around the leg as well since they can't shoot it. They plant one leg of their own on each side. ]

[sabigoe]

[ Being smaller than the rest of the group, Fio probably won't be able to do much by trying to grab the mech's leg... ]

Yeah, stay still... you... um... big dumb robot!

[ Just hops up and down, shouting. Like a little yappy dog. Maybe it'll be an added distraction? She thinks she's helping!! ]

[sailmods]

[VIOLENTLY PINWHEELING ITS ARMS AND LEGS WHILE STAGGERING AROUND TRYING TO FLING OFF THESE DAMN BUGS

this does mean that okie is getting a very solid shaking; the robot seems to have forgotten what it was planning on doing to him outside of that.

also, Clarke is here now. hi, clarke.]

[decohere]

[so proud of Siffleur doing what cats do best, getting under feet. too busy being flung about to notice Clarke quite yet, Ava's clinging on stubbornly, focusing the brunt of her weight at the joints.]

Try to trip it!! [maybe if they can get this thing off balance...]

[configuration_birdwatcher]

[ Bastion's left arm twitches and their hand loses its grip, so now their gun arm bent around some protrusion on the mech's leg is the only thing holding them in place and the rest of their body is flopping around and slamming into it every time the bigger robot flails. It's loud, disorienting, and painful, but probably not much more pleasant for the mech than for Bastion. ]

[thismaskismybadge]

[ This is the weirdest possible demonstration of teamwork making the dream work that she could've ever imagined but hey ho here we go—

It's entirely likely someone's head is getting used as a jump-off point as she leaps for the thing's 'head', a move which involves a run-up and a dramatic flip or two where she judges the height she needs based on experience alone. ]

[sailmods]

[the scrabbling of the limbs turns inward, aiming for gwen. this mainly just ends with it bashing itself with bastion's body.]

[configuration_birdwatcher]

[ OW. There's a crunch and a synthesized screech as yet another part of their armour crumples. ]

[teethoftherisk]

[The beautiful thing about being a cat is the reflexes, which are the only thing keeping Siffleur from becoming a red paste. He springs out of the way, launching himself back towards the rest of the group, narrowly missing Gwen on her own mid-air journey to slam a disembodied head on a robot's body.]

[thismaskismybadge]

[ Thank you Bastion sorry Bastion—

Gwen sticks her landing, which really means clinging half to the upper back of the robot with three limbs while the fourth places Jenny's head. ]

[sailmods]

[for a moment, the robot freezes entirely.




then, out of nowhere, a cardboard box lands at mach speeds onto Jenny's head, and, having immediately lost consciousness, she begins to

slowly

slide off the robot, like a slug falling from a tire.]