Clusterfrag

Drew Buddy

Axel sidles up to the bar, barring his forearm across the surface like a child playing at being a cowboy. I'll take a tulip glass of your best schnapps, he says gruffly. Go back a bit, he comms, what was that about a convoy? Any details on numbers and composition? He glances toward his companions. O...

Drew Buddy

Axel looks down at his small frame.

"Don't think I could go passing for a bodyguard, and I'll light up the MAD like a festivus pole. This guy really doesn't ever leave the club?" He asks disgruntledly.

Drew Buddy

Axel jumps as an unexpected voice comes through on a comm call he didn't make or receive. Realization is followed by a deep sense of electronic vulnerability. "Gremlins in the wires" had become a more true statement ever since he'd joined a team with a becyberdecked gremlin on it. Axel als...

Drew Buddy

Axel nods. "Contacting the padre's buddy sounds like the best first move. In the meantime," he takes his eyes off the newcomer and glances toward the door as if projecting his vision beyond it to The Vantichrist, "where to?"

Drew Buddy

Axel's heart races and his boot squeaks on the floor as he pivots to turn at the sudden appearance of the disheveled man suddenly in their midst. T-Bone, I thought we agreed you'd keep watch at these meetings, he messages to the van sitting outside. Frag off, comes the reply, I was gonna tell you ab...

Drew Buddy

...noticed anything strange? Axel reflexively reaches his hand to the base of his skull, finger tracing the jack at its base. A simple metal orifice though which he prefers to experience the world. The med-pod's report filters back through his mind. ...cross-contamination of Alpha-synuclein protein...

Drew Buddy

Weyland-Yutani? Haven't heard of them. I thought this was for Omni Consumer Products? Axel says absent-mindedly as he summits the steps and approaches the wooden door of the church. A shitbox pickup rattles by the church's gate, and comes to a stop just down the road. The hairs on the back of Axel'...

Drew Buddy

Axel shrugs.

"Not sure T-Bone has anything to salvage. Never been able to run any services on him, he won't even let me open the hood. Tried a cutting torch once..." He trails off. "But we don't talk about that anymore," he finishes.

Drew Buddy

The Best of Queen cuts out as Axel turns off the ignition with misgiving. Given that the now functional Doom Wagon has better environmental seals, he would have felt much better traversing even the sparsely populated Barrens in his shiny new toy. But Doug is a jealous lover, and Axel was never very ...

Drew Buddy

Axel keeps half of his attention on the boat's course, and half on the radar return from the gunboat. The yacht's accelerometers are interpreted as the sensation of waves splashing against his hull. As the dot moves out of what he hopes is torpedo range, he shuts off the active sensors and adjusts c...

Drew Buddy

Axel drops down off the last rungs of the ladder onto the deck of the pleasure yacht, wiping plastique residue off on his jumpsuit. He waves Wind and Whirlwind to take up positions on either side of the craft, Ares Alphas tracking the location of the incoming boat. Let's make ourselves scarce, he co...

Drew Buddy

Axel glances at the elevator, then at the ladder leading back down to their perfume bottle of a pleasure yacht. Probably best to do this from the exterior. Main thing is we need to crack the outer hull, he speaks at the languid pace that shows he's thinking, and not at all about the ticking clock co...

Drew Buddy

Axel glances at yet another brick of plastic explosive that somehow seems to have made its way from his bag to his hand. Funny, that. He looks up and grins.

"Don't need to tell me twice."

Drew Buddy

Axel emerges from the depths, reassured by the seeming confidence of the team. He glances around, and sends Wind and Whirlwind on a wide, lazy orbit around the top deck, video streaming to the whole team. Rain drips off of the muzzle of the Alta. Axel has no memory of drawing it, and decides to keep...

Drew Buddy

"Frag," Axel almost whispers as he finishes wrapping Wind's torso and the football-magic-techno-baby-in-a-towel in a few layers of duct tape.

"Allright, kids, reload. Game time."

Drew Buddy

Axel looks back toward the hall, and pulls in a long breath. "Frag it, let's grab this thing." He pulls out a medium, quick-dry towel from his bag. "Let's wrap it in this, and stick it to one of the drones."

He sets off toward the lab.

Drew Buddy

Axel springs up from his crumpled position on the floor as if he had been awake and not possessing a machine in the other room. Right! Check each door as we pass through. If the Neo-Soviets haven't cheaped out on us, there should be a nice big button that will bring some big doors down, and seal thi...

Drew Buddy

Axel spins Whirlwind around, alarm shooting through his circuits as a new front opens. He targets the closest shambling corpse and lets loose a long burst toward its torso and head.

Drew Buddy

Reiya flinches at the geyser of water unleashed by her less disciplined comrades, hesitant to do further damage to the rusting hulk that is also the only thing keeping her and her crew mates out of the roiling ocean. First, do no harm. Like any good healer, she looks to remove the disease without da...

Drew Buddy

Axel switches the weapon select from secondary to primary. The ammunition counter reads green, Ex-Explosive. Anything you can do, I can do better The fans tilt and reverse to counter the steady thrust from the torrent of rounds spitting out of the drone's Ares Alpha. Covering fire at the zombies. Le...

Drew Buddy

Anxieties pile on top of anxieties. Are the walking dead the threat? The ruptured hull? Frag it, one thing at a time. Hey gang, this tub just picked up incoming. Not sure about the ETA yet. Looks like a vessel of some kind. I say we finish these monsters off, grab what we can, seal the bulkheads to ...

Drew Buddy

Okay, not liking the look of those panels. This might have to be the last grenade. Axel feels the air beneath his rotors, wisps of smoke curling toward the ceiling are pulled in and forced back down beneath him. The focus on the air is the closest thing he's found to taking a deep breath and holdin...

Drew Buddy

The reminder of wireless gremlins sends a brief chill down Axel's fuselage, the decision to hotsim feeling a little more like a gamble. Yeah, we got this. We should be high enough to keep safe, so just treat it like a gunnery platform. If things get too sketchy, bounce out and hand back control to t...

Drew Buddy

Axel can't help but draw in a breath like a swimmer about to dive under water. It's an irrational habit, and one he's never quite shaken. The room warps, folds in on itself, and shrinks to a point. The adjoining room unfurls itself around him, and he's hovering, almost touching the ceiling, his fans...

Drew Buddy

Axel glances up at the ceiling, stretching his hands out above him, seeing a significant amount of empty space between his hands and the ceiling. Just a sec, he says, looking at the hallway going past the door that the team is filing through. You two, he says to the pair of roto drones, there. He po...

Drew Buddy

Axel nods wordlessly, and pulls his hardware tool roll from its loop on his belt. Heart pounding, he sets to the face plate with a shim and a screwdriver, working to expose a fiber port on the maglock.

Drew Buddy

Axel sets a AR marker on the pump room as he follows Mick to the unknown door, and sends the command to Echo's dog-brain: Find your way here through the vents. Position yourself just inside the vent when you arrive. Do not enter the room itself. If we have enough time, we might be able to catch a gl...

Drew Buddy

Axel is all out of what little bravery he's shown so far. Frag it, let's head further back. If the landmine doesn't finish it, at least we'll get some warning. And more time to contemplate our life choices. He waves at the drones, and turns toward the hallway. As he turns, he locks eyes with Javad. ...

Drew Buddy

Axel retrieves the landmine from his pack, turning it over in his hands. He reaches behind it, and pulls a switch. An LED lights up green, turns red, flashes a few times and goes dark. He breathes in and out, hyperventilating like a swimmer, and dashes toward the door, placing the landmine at its ba...

Drew Buddy

Axel doesn't remember moving, but he suddenly finds his Alta gripped tightly with both hands. Daring to breathe after what feels like an eternity, but was only a couple of seconds, he glances warily at Wind and Whirlwind. After another second of comparing relative threats, he murmurs, kids, weapons ...

Drew Buddy

Axel's heart drops down somewhere into his pelvis as he watches his collective pride and joy glitch out. As if in answer to Mouse's questioning, he points at the pair of drones. ...The frag? He asks, before his eyes go wide for a moment, and he follows it up with, kids, safety weapons. A glitch in n...

Drew Buddy

Axel glances back at the switch, and possibly from the prodding of his teammates to spread the blame around, and before he can give himself a chance to second-guess the decision, he reaches in and throws it. He looks sheepishly back at Mick and Mouse. I think on a Soviet freighter, that can be short...

Drew Buddy

Axel regards the switch for a long moment. Perhaps its the fact that they're on a horror-filled haunted ship, but a faint memory comes back from... Maybe a fantasy novel? Something about seven seals. He regards the switch and relay more warily. Well, found where all that power is going through , but...

Drew Buddy

Axel glances nervously at the door that Wind and Whirlwind, his main sources of personal security, have gone through. He cracks a nervous grin, and hopes his voice doesn't waver. Pshh, he says, waving his hand simultaneously too casually and dramatically at the panel, Thanks, omae, but I think I've ...

Drew Buddy

Axel stares blankly at the display, puzzling out what he's seeing. It suddenly occurs to him that he's been standing in place for quite some time. He shakes his head, and finally looks up from his hyperfocus. Hey gang, uh, I have and haven't found the power drain. He clenches and unclenches his hand...

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