Poughkeepsie Attacks!!!: Team Big Blue

[gone_byebye]

The IBM Supercomputer Benchmarking Plant in Poughkeepsie lies at the center of an enormous corporate campus on the northern side of town. As far as Ray can tell, that's where the really hairy readings were coming from, although he could of course be wrong.

He's about to find out. Ecto pulls to a stop just outside the main entrance to the IBM property. "Are we good?" Ray asks.

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[slayer_fray]

For Mel, it's not a case of reloading, but ducking around and firing again as quick as possible to avoid being shot. Short bursts, and not well aimed, but a good shot from these will take her out for at least five minutes. Baselines last longer.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

From Indy's crouch behind the concrete post, aiming accurately when he leans out to get a round off is not easy. He's a decent shot, but he's not used to targeting body-parts that won't kill. As such, he finds himself in a semi-stalemate with the big enemy gunner.

After his third reload, Indy decides he's had enough of this particular situation, and looks around for alternative targets. Someone, something, anything, that might break the deadlock.

His eyes come to rest on a generator that's being used to power the vast amounts of electronica on board the flatbed. More specifically, they come to rest on the fuel barrels that are lined up by its side. Hoping they still contain some fuel, and hoping that said fuel hasn't deviated much from the flammable kerosene that's used to power generators in his time, he unloads six rounds at the barrels...

[gone_byebye]

Few gunners in the United States ever really get the chance to practice on moving targets other than ducks. These men have discipline, but they've never hunted, and most of them have never been to a police firing range. They're good at hitting things that hold still, but Mel's darting and firing is confounding to their aim, and it means another guard drops to the ground. A fourth drops his gun and starts screaming, fingers gone nerveless; the one who'd been hit by Mel's gun's discharge had brushed up against him in his collapse, and the stunner's field was conducted across.

He is, by local standards, one of the lucky ones. Because those barrels? They've still got a nice bit of fuel in them. The resultant BRRRABOOOM! sends several guards flying and destroys two of the flatbed's outer tires, making those shots the most economical uses of ammunition yet on Indy's part. (And inducing greater urgency and screaming on Walter Peck's part, although if anyone can hear "Idiots! Morons! You said you knew what you were doing!" over the ringing in the ears left by the explosion, we'll be very surprised.)

[slayer_fray]

"Nice one."

Mel, however, is sick of ducking and firing. This time she's out from behind the bollard and running forward. Or rolling forward mostly. Moving targets are always best.

Tacking like a boat among the firing range, she's aiming to run into the big gunman.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Ace would be proud," Indy calls back as his fingers pull new bullets from belt loops and drop them into empty chambers of his gun's cylinder.

Before Mel reaches her (prey) foe, Indy launches himself sideways, away from the bollard, and fires another volley at him. Distraction is the primary objective, but if a bullet happens to find its mark, so much the better.

[gone_byebye]

Either he was clipped or he felt the bullet's passage. It's hard to tell from the way he jumped, and there's still too much smoke from the kerosene explosion to see whether he's bleeding or not. The big fellow starts swearing up a storm, wiping at his eyes and emptying his gun at anything moving that doesn't look like it's one of his people.

The smoke works two ways, though. It's not much in the way of cover for Mel, but it's enough to divert his fire a few times as she leads every firearm in the park on a merry chase.

[slayer_fray]

One of these days Mel is going to get tired of drawing bulletfire away from people. Not today, though. Today she sets her jaw in concentration and launches herself at the big guy.

Lets see him dodge the bullets.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Of the guards that are left still shooting at Mel, one finds himself suddenly dispossessed of his weapon by the well-aimed lash of a bullwhip... of all things.

Indy retrieves the length of it and charges at the disarmed man.

[gone_byebye]

There is a time and a place for surprised, extended profanity.

The time is not 'when Indiana Jones is throwing a punch'.

The place is not 'in front of Indiana Jones' fist'.

Ow.

As for the big guy, he pauses a moment in his fire, trying to peer through the smoke- he's almost certain he saw that streak of lightning shaped like a woman somewhere...

[slayer_fray]

Somewhere around his waist, that'll be.

Mel barrels him to the ground, one hand grabbing for his gun with bone crushing force.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Seeing his comrade-in-arms reel backwards from the force of the aforementioned archaeologist fist, another guard starts to run to his aid. Indy goes for his gun again, in a typically complacent fashion, and fires one his final rounds into the attacker's shoulder.

More ownage. Ho hum.

[gone_byebye]

The gunfire that drops the wounded guard gets ignored by Peck. The sound of the big guard barking out a single profanity Harry Wells would be proud of as the Slayer rips his gun from his hand is another story. "Warner!" he says, his head coming up sharply.

Warner isn't available for comment right now. He's trying to put his remaining working thumb into any of the soft parts of Mel's face he can reach. Also trying to get his legs into position to leverage the bitch off him, or at least flip them over- she's strong as hell but he's pretty sure he outmasses her...

Peck's lips go thin and he sinks down low among the electronica. There's a sudden, sharp ominous hum.

[slayer_fray]

Oh he outmasses her. But that strong as hell thing is a big issue. Mel flips over and brings him with her, letting him go long enough to kick him backwards towards the truck.

His gun is crushed in her hand.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Andrew, Ray, Flynn and any other movie lovers in the group have surely enjoyed the display of canon moves from Indy. His repertoire is almost exhausted now though, to the point where he's just repeating stuff. He takes a relaxed aim on the final guard exhibiting any discipline...

Only to hear the grim click of the firing pin hitting a spent bullet casing. He's out of ammo.

Fortunately this last guard is still focused on shooting Mel, since she seems to be the more imminent threat to the project. So Indy charges him too, barreling into him and knocking him to the ground. From there it's just a case of slugging him without mercy until he's out cold.

What? He really hates Nazis!

[gone_byebye]

That's fine! He's entitled to it. Ray is more than happy to let Indy have happy fun fist time with this guy's face. Especially since some of the screamers have given up on running from the pseudo-shoggoths- one of which is lumbering into the park in all its greenly luminescent glory- and are pulling out the guns that didn't do them any good against the blobs. They've finally realized they're up against people as well as monsters, and with their comrades' guns gone quiet they have a chance at showing off themselves...

Understand that these are the less skilled and less disciplined of the bunch. Some of them know what they're doing with their handguns. Others think that you can hold a gun sideways and shoot it all cool-looking and still get the same results. And some of them wouldn't have guns at all if the authors of the Second Amendment had been aware for an instant that men who took their firearms so lightly might try to handle them. They're more likely to damage property than people, and more likely to cause accidental harm than intended. But still, they're dangerous.

And Ecto realizes that, because she says, "Dad, everybody, stay behind me," and steps over the humans from Milliways. Not to go for the truck, but to get between them and the firefight. She's no Asimov robot, but she shares her father's desire not to see his people hurt.

[basic_powers]

Tyler needs no other urging to hide behind Ecto. When a giant semi-alien AI robot tells you to freaking hide under it in a gunfight, you HIDE. Tyler has no wish to start resembling swiss cheese or a pancake.

He will so be asking Santa or the superhero equivilant for some bulletproof super-undies. And a larger pack for Daffy Putty eggs as he pulls out a smaller Gameboy and starts pushing in the combo for the first setting as fast as he can.

The objective is to take out these gangsta wannabes. "Ecto, I've got a restraint putty ready!"

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Tilda knows what to do with guns, at least.

The first part involves staying the heck behind Ecto. She's not insane.

The second part involves popping her head up and yoinking one away from its idiot whenever she can get a clear line-of-sight. The trajectories she aims to throw them on involve a whole lot of up with a secondary component of away from the truck with the Ark in it.

[ultradreamer.livejournal.com]

Mirai, for his part, also hides behind Ecto.

"I wish I had my gun," he says. "Does anyone have anything I can throw?"

[basic_powers]

Tyler passes a buzzing egg towards Mirai.

"Here! Toss it at the biggest group of shooters!"

[librarian-flynn.livejournal.com]

Approaching from the rear, one slightly winded Librarian.

"Sorry I'm late, guys, got a little -- holy crap, Ray, is that your car? -- sidetracked. Did I miss anything?"

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew pipes up from his spot behind Ecto's left leg.*

Uh -- bunch of Nazi lamers running around and screaming; fake shoggoths from our side; Indy and Mel being generally awesome; some gunplay; and, um, Ecto says we should all stay behind her now.

How's your day been?

[ultradreamer.livejournal.com]

Mirai throws the egg. He's got a good arm!

"Hello," he says, "we encountered some very unpleasant men and a magical circle."

[gone_byebye]

The egg soars overhead and hits its target in a flurry of-

Oooh. Ow.

Whoever programmed that egg reads webcomics.

[basic_powers]

...

...

Tyler is going to have WORDS with Angie about that setting.

[librarian-flynn.livejournal.com]

Flynn winces. "Not nearly as bad as that guy's just got," he says to Andrew's question. "But, yeah, ditto Nazis, ditto awesome, not so much with the shoggoths, though."