-The Family FAQ: In regards to "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT T-REX LOOKING FUCK?" 2054
Any structural upgrades to your body would not be able to take effect now, not to mention you do not have the tokens to unlock the Class II versions of your body catalogs. Your armor has the braces it needs, so don't worry. As far as things you could get now, unless you want to purchase some War mecha, there is not much you could do.
I decided not to pursue the idea of mech at this time. I saw Hunter apply some armor upgrades to King that went well with the plasma and thermal weapons already installed in it. Herlock purchased a defense swarm, the hardlight hex shield was light blue color. Finally, Phantom purchased a teleportation thing. I saw them pop in and out of existence rapidly, so that was cool.
The hour passed slowly, and as we approached the cave, Outsider recalled her eyes as the EMC radiating from the cavern is extreme. The Command Pylons would barely function at a short range.
Then, the cavern came into view and we opened fire before we even saw any threats. Plasma and bullets and ice flew from the shuttle, tearing into the line of antithesis. I fired the Maelstrom and felt the pressure of it push into me, but the armor gripped the ramp, keeping me in place.
Through the cameras of the shuttle, I saw a number of Thirty Fives aimed at us, and I fired an entire salvo of missiles at them, aiming to take them out of the fight first. About half of them reached their targets, while the others were intercepted by Thirteens and Elevens. Thankfully, I only needed half those missiles, as they crushed and ripped them to shreds.
Then we entered the cavern proper, and I looked around from my slightly elevated position. Tens of thousands of antithesis littered the cavern, twenty four different birthing structures scattered across the eight mile wide cavern. In the center of the room was a single, huge red metal pillar, surrounded by nine smaller, dark grey metal pillars. Right next to it was a large leafy cabbage shape, the Model Thirty Sevem. The ceiling was littered in Model Thirteens, Fifteens, and Thirty Five Ts. The others were clearing those closest to us, but Rogal's shields were taking a pounding from above. Leman and Vulkan steadily cleared a semicircle for us, and Rogal began building fortifications rapidly.
In five minutes, an area of about three hundred feet was cleared, with Rogal having blocked the tunnel behind us, two walls to our sides with turrets of various types, and was finishing the front wall. Hunter, Herlock, Blizzard and I took to the top of the walls to continue firing unimpeded, while Baba Yaga took a shuttle and flew to the south wall, opening fire with every gun and missile on the way. Should things go well, they would be back in five minutes. I set the other shuttle to face forward a bit above us, opening fire on the ceiling and fliers.
Rogal finished the wall and started working on a bio fueled generator to power the shield encampment. From this high I strained to look over the cavern to the other side, yet all I could see was a cloud of dust spinning rapidly, moving towards the very obvious Heracles. I saw the Eastern group move towards him as well, and I hadn't seen any missing Samurai yet.
As we got into a groove, the Generator up and running, the shield powering on above us, something huge slammed into the shield, a dozen points in an oval pierced the hardlight, right in front of Herlock Sholms. He falls back on his ass as the rest of us lay into the teeth. Blood sprays everywhere as the teeth slowly begin to extricate themselves from the shield, then Jim plants his cannon dead center of the oval and fires.
An explosion of green blood shoots backward as the projectile flies through and blows up in the distance. Then, a shape materialized. It was snake shaped with six legs, but not much else.
Model Thirty Three killed
8,000 points awarded
“Thirty Threes! Here?” Blizzard shouts.
“What is a Thirty Three?” I shout.
“Samurai Hunters. Invisible, EMC, extreme regeneration, bite strong enough to shred Class II armors, and cunning.” She responded, spraying the cavern with ice.
That's not good. “Any countermeasures?” I ask.
“Have a strong defense, strong firepower, and faster reactions. Aim for the space at the base of their skull, it's where their brain is. Anything less than that and they will recover.”
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“Saints alive! But if we can't see them, how do we aim for their skulls?” Hunter shouts.
“That's why I said faster reactions, and defenses. Maybe Outsider could find them.”
“One hundred feet. Any further and the signal gets fuzzy.”
She spreads out, and as she does, Leman is tackled by something, then quickly disappears. Before I could react, massive blades shot out of the apparent Thirty Three as Leman ripped through it from within.
Baba Yaga arrived with the south group at that time, and Jim’s tanks shifted to area destruction, firing balls of plasma that detonated in the hoard outside the walls.
Laser Lasso walked out of the shuttle with Betsy, and next to here was a Red Panda Mech.
Behind them were three others. The first and most flashy was someone who looked like they were from the eighties. A disco ball above his head, white jumpsuit with flared paint legs, and an afro. He danced out of the shuttle.
Next was a black walking suit of heavy knight's armor with a seven foot long chunk of steel in the shape of a sword sling over his shoulder. He had no ranged options as far as I could see.
Finally, was a man who was on fire, literally burning as he walked down the ramp.
“Heya, kiddo!” Laser Lasso jumped up on the battlements with me while Betsy flew out to back up Leman and King. “Glad to see you. Nice gun.”
“Would love to chat, but there are Thirty Threes out there, trying to hunt them.” I say curtly. I had added a tracking feature to each bullet before the tracer. They exploded into nanites that transmitted their type back to me, and I had Synaptic set to alert me the moment a Thirty Three pinged for me.
“Shit fuck.” She says, pulling out a rifle. “Hey, Fyrelord, stay within the walls. Same goes for you, Breaker. Red, Thirty Threes!”
Fyrelord, the guy who was on fire, jumped up next to me and Lasso. “And why the heck should I not go out there? My range is still limited, and those guys down there seem fine.”
“One, those guys down there are nanites, so even if they get ripped into pieces they will be fine, you will not. Secondly, ask your AI what a Thirty Three is, then ask you question again, I fucking dare you.” Red Menace responded. She had jumped onto the bottom of one of the shuttles and shifted. Her back opened up to reveal a rotary gun, the tail curled up below it.
The moment I finish, the two shuttles open fire with their main guns, focusing on the nearest pillar and ripping it to shreds. The same happened to the nearest five, but the others were too far to target effectively. The antithesis did not like that as the pressure on the front line tripled.
Fyrelord apparently got an answer from his AI as his flames died down considerably, to a smolder instead of a blaze. “Oh. Okay. Yeah, stay here, good idea. I'll buy something ranged.” He moved a bit further down the wall.
Lasso shook her head, “Good kid, bit of a hot head. So, could we use your shuttles to make our way to the others, or do we walk it?”
“Rogal, what's your estimate for safely getting to Doma and Heracles with the shuttles?” I shout.
“Thirty Threes can climb, so they can-” he is interrupted by something slamming onto us from above, something invisible. Baba Yaga fires a missile above it, detonating just above it. A dense ball of antithesis mass drops through the shield.
“Drop from above,” He finishes. “The shield generator is strong enough to block them, but the shuttle only has armor. We could make it, sure, but the shuttles would be damaged, possibly totaled.”
Baba Yaga fired another missile into the crowd outside.
“Not worth it. Can this base expand to push the front towards the central spires?”
Heat emanates from the right of the base, and frosty cold from the left.
“Easily, though it can also move like the walls of New Phoenix.”
Red Menace shoots a missile towards the left of the center pillar that explodes into huge words. “Thirty Threes”. Clever.
“Begin the march, Rogal. Get seismographs set up as well. I don't want any surprises from below as we move.”
A massive thumping sensation hits the right wall, followed by the sounds of a shuttle main gun doing a short burst.
“Understood, General. The walls move at ten miles per hour, so we should reach an effective strike range in eighteen minutes.”
Red Menace jumps from the shuttle, tackling a Thirty Three out of the air, biting and clawing it, tumbling off the shields.
“I also have an offensive structure to build as we move. A massive rail gun encampment that should be able to do something to do something to the grey pillars. The red one is unknown. It will take twenty minutes to build."
An explosion goes off below me on the front wall as I see Breaker slams his sword into a Thirty Three, turning it into paste. His armor is only slightly dented. I hear Fyrelord curse at how cool he looked.
“Do it.”
You could get away with a Class III Linear Acceleration Weapons Catalog and a Class III Exptic Explosive Catalogs, using the two of them to fire portals into it. Eight thousand points and all your tokens.
Unlocked Class III Linear Acceleration Weapons
Unlocked Class III Exotic Explosives
Purchased Class III Peasant's Railgun blueprint
Purchased Class III Portable Hole ammunition Blueprint
Points reduced to 125,736
Tokens reduced to 0
I tag a Thirty Three, and Baba Yaga launches another missile at it. The walls shifted forward, moving towards the center.
“Alright everyone! We are moving towards the center pillars! ETA eighteen minutes till effective firing range! Stay safe, stay alive. We are all going home today. And if a single one of you dies, I'm resurrecting your ass just to kill you myself!” I shout over the comms.
Vulkan slams his hammer down on a Twenty Eight, crushing its head and bisecting it with the plasma wave. A Thirty Three was bisected as well, but it skitters off.
“Baba Yaga, keep clearing the ceiling! Once a hive gets within your effective range, open fire.”
I see a trail of fire launch from the cyclone on the other side of the room. It explodes into words. “Advancing on hives.” Then I see the golden form of Heracles charge through the cyclone and the antithesis, moving at a slight jog. The cyclone began moving behind him.