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**jhe90**

*medics begin working quickly and quietly*

*wolves stand near with weapons locked on enteence*
V, tis place is going to gak....wounded, we have a limited ammo supply... You better kill this damn ship sooner than later.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Smiles confusedly] ...At least nobody's shouting.
[Very slowly sliding down wall]

[Yarrick stops firing and runs over]: Mother of feth, the pair of you... [Looks deeply concerned]

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Holds Benny up*

*Snaps at Yarrick*

Instead of just sitting there with your finger up your ass, how about you make yourself useful and fetch me some bandages hmm?

**Verviedi**

*Steps over to Benny and begins applying basic trauma procedures and adrenol*
I'm running low on medical supplies as well. If my scans are correct, we should head this way, and then take a left. The main CPU core should be right there.

**jhe90**

*wolves toss yarrick a extra magazine*

Make that count commisar . We only have so many of them. Unless there's a damned armoury nearby. *All checking ammo and gear*

Yeah. We are burning it up fast.

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Grabs a bundle of bandages out of Vervs medkit and rips it with teeth*

'Ou'll be jus 'ine Benny. I promise.

*Starts wraping Benny's chest with the bandage*

**Overlord Thraka**

*Cernunnos eyes widen in panic as he is drawn in. impaled on his own sword he screams in agony*

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Death holds him there*

*Yells out to OT*

KILL HIM! KILL HIM NOW!

**Verviedi**

*Throws an EMP grenade down the hall, destroying two drones*
We need to move now. I hear some very loud noises coming from the corridor behind us.

**jhe90**

*wolves hacking servitors apart, breaking down weaponry to make various jerry rigged plasma grenades, improvised weapons and salvaging built in guns to use*

*Begin handing out*

There rough, but they work... hardly user friendly but kill thungs

*Wolves join V*

If we kill this core. They stop. Correct. Then let's kill it.

**Overlord Thraka**

*OT leaps up with the Blade of Awe glowing summoning the death of Lore*

OT and Boatman: POWER WORD: DIE!

OOC: I pictured awesome anime battle music going on during this and the last time I used this power

*OT lands 15 feet away from Cernunnos. After a few seconds Cernunnos's head rolls off his shoulders*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Yarrick looks sullen, but helps bandage Benny, one-handed]: It wasn't a criticism...

[Benny heard Verviedi and attempts walking] [Skids on own blood on the floor] ... I don't want to be a toaster this time, okay?

**Sgt. Vanden**

I'll stay back here with Benny. He is in no condition to fight. Neither am I to be honest...

*Finishes applying bandages and falls over*

*Wounds reopen*

*Struggles to re-bandage chest wounds with one hand*

*Death collapses ontop of Cernunnos and begins to fade into black dust*

Ahh...haha...haaa...

**Verviedi**

*A massive Thanatar-fist sized dent appears in the bulkhead behind us*
*Injects Benny and Vanden with my last phial of medical nanites and applies a painkiller patch to both him and Vanden*
Only a half dose each... Won't be enough, but you won't die. We need to move. Immediately.
*Begins sprinting towards the corridor to the CPU core*

OOC: Trying as hard as I can to keep this constant with techs that were available to Verviedi II.

**Buttery Commissar**

I'm fine. I just can't grip the floor very well when it's wet. These heels aren't all terrain...
[Looks over] [Reaches into pocket and shoves Get Out of ~~Jail~~ card into Amelia's belt] Just in case. My partner can follow me when I die... You would make better use of this one.
[Kneels and helps with the dressing]

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Is injected with nanites*

*Grunts and falls to one knee*

*Gets back up and grabs Benny*

Neither one of us are dying today.

*Helps Benny down the corridor with Verviedi*

OOC You're doing great Verv, keep it up!

**Buttery Commissar**

I hadn't made plans, I just meant it's better insurance for you.
Plus, if I die, I just backup wirelessly to the Room.
...Except probably not from here. Here where we blocked all signals.

[Keeps pace] Let's not test it.

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Gradually slows down*

It's...Too much...

*Pulls out pistol again and turns around*

*Calls out to the others*

I can't keep going. I'll hold this thing off for as long as I can.

**Verviedi**

*Realizes what would happen if Benny died*
Benny... Did you take any of my polyceramic armor?
*Arrives at the door to the CPU core*
We need a breach. Get ready.
*Looks back at Vanden and hands her my pistol*
It's been charging for a while. You have one shot, make it count. If you hit it right... You should kill it.

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Takes pistol and nods*

*Limps off back the corridor and takes position behind a servitors body*

**Overlord Thraka**

*OT watches Death take Cernunnos*

Finally... Ra, Horus, Quetz, let's go home

*OT starts to fall but is caught by Quetz*

Thanks Quetz...

*OT falls unconscious draped over Quetz back as Ra and Horus get on Quetz and he begins to fly everyone back to the room. Horus is preforming basic medical aid*

**Verviedi**

This situation is too stressful to even talk tech to try to calm down. Let's finish this.
*Plants a grenade on the door and takes cover*

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Amelia takes cover behind the body and plays possum as the giant mech thing walks over her*

*Springs up and shoots it in the groin with the V-pistol*

*Heart drops as the mech turns around seemingly unaffected*

*Slaps her through a wall*

*Death finishes consuming Cernunnos and teleports back into the room, where she is now normal sized*

*Collapses on couch and switches on the T.V.*

**jhe90**

*door explodes violently a d wolves toss several jerry rigged plasma flasks in causing a burst of heat and blinding light*

Well that delt with whatever behind the door!

Let's go kill it!

**Verviedi**

Hello. So you are what became of me. And you left me behind.
*The voice permeates the whole room, with no obvious source. The stack of computer equipment near the door is almost completely melted, but there is still multiple tiers of intact equipment*
It's exactly like you to kill instead of talking. My job is to grow and reproduce. I am a living thing.
Kill it and be done. Don't listen to it, I was awfully persuasive back then, and this thing used to be me.
No love for your precursors, I see.

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Big mech thing turns back around and continues to move towards the rest of the group*

*Amelia is ontop a pile of broken wall*

*Bleeding from multiple wounds*

*Falls unconscious*

*A small 'bing' noise is heard coming from the corner of the CPU core room*

**Verviedi**

*Accesses the tiny maintence monitor*
"You've got mail"? Seriously?
*Scans some more*
Windows ME with custom sound effects? The feth?
*The Thanatar pauses and stares at jhe*
*Ducks under the terminal stand and begins unscrewing a panel*
An i3?
*Looks at the ceiling*
You're a failure of an AI. I demand you self-terminate.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Yarrick runs past the confused monstrosity and drops down beside Amelia] [Starts carefully patching her wounds, ignoring flying debris]

[Benny looks fuzzily at the mech] You seem familiar.

**Verviedi**

*The mech clicks it's jaw several times and blurts out some Tank Binary*
*Pauses and looks at it*
That does look familiar... it looks like someone took a Thanatar and added Riptide bits.
*Continues rifling through Verviedi II's computers and pulling out dusty components*
Just because somebody doesn't have the latest tech, doesn't mean they are inferior. Don't be elitist. You monster.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Holds out hands in panic] +++ N-no I don't mean that all mechs look the same! Of course not. Some of my best friends are robotic!+++ [Looks uncomfortable]

I should just not talk.