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Thread: The Disaster Zone

The building to the east that Tasha had so helpfully recommended was, like all the rest, slightly dilapidated, with faded paint and banners that looked ragged from exposure hanging off of it. It had few discernible signs of monster infestation and habitation no weird ivy, no eerie growths, only a few broken windows and those only on the ground floor. Of course, it was an almost complete darkness inside the building since the day-to-day logistics of running power in a zone infested with nightmare creatures bent on consumption was difficult at the best of times. Xenomorphs so did enjoy the light. Scaling the outside of the building seemed unlikely given its post modern decor, all sleek shiny surfaces with rounded corners to avoid the aggressive angles of older, more materialistic times. Friendly architecture, as it were. All of the other vantage points that had been highlighted had similar pros and cons the pros being forewarning and the cons being a possible brutal ambush. Before Mara's very sight analogues, the red dots and squiggles met, seemingly teeming with sudden new life before cutting out, then flashing the red dots and finally... Just the red dots as before. As nothing ever seemed to get out of beta in XCITE there was the ever present possibility of mere malfunction as some not fully understand or grasped energy exchanges took place, ones that defied our basic understanding of the mechanical nature of the universe, challenging the XCITE labs to work ever longer into the night. Though the red dots did seem somehow agitated now, moving in brief semi circles along the AI's display.
Thread: The Disaster Zone

It was certainly going to be wild. MARA's readings kept leaping around, jumping from a small group to a large group to a mixed group. The AI grew frustrated, nearly taking out her anger on the streams of data that flowed through her. instead she merely huffed, nearly pouting. If they'd actually bothered to listen to her suggestions, maybe they wouldn't have these kinds of problems. Instead, they'd have to, again, rely on stupid visual confirmation. I think the nest is there, she offered. I mean, it's really hard to tell for some reason. Probably another little glitch .I already sent a report in, not that anyone at XCITE will actually bother to read the stupid thing. The AI sighed, shifting her new data onto the girls' maps. The red dots and squiggles would flash for a moment, before subsiding into the small group that MARA believed actually existed there. Always go for the average in cases like this. Toniqua's right though, probably ought to do some scouting first, admitted MARA. She sighed, lacing her hands behind her neck and floating in space. Her eyes flicked over to look in front of the girls, again using their visual readouts to act as her own sight. I mean, it's so much more fun to just go in there, ya know? Guns blazin' and fists flyin'. But the readouts are all wonky. I don't want you two to wind up mincemeat, being screwed over and over again by large demons, sure, but a group that large could kill them. So, yeah, get close and start spying. I'm gonna take a nap or something. Let me know if you actually need any technological support. With that, MARA faded out, withdrawing into the cyber-scape. She still continued to crunch numbers and check data she was just a lot less visible while doing so.
Thread: The Disaster Zone

Amanda suppressed a sigh, tapping the side of her flip-down visor as the squiggles and icons on the map moved and shifted uneasily, pinging with ghost returns The sensors were playing up, again. MARA had given her best approximation, but from here on out, well It would be entirely up to them... Tasha, we're moving in. Standard room-by-room sweep, on my mark... She exhaled, lightly, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment- The low-light vision enhancement kicking, to bathe her world in a green, grainy filter. Odd crackles of static flickered through the visual display, but it was better than nothing The pink-haired beauty pressed slim fingers to the knob on her glossy meshsuit, and gave it a twist, dulling the sheen to bad, basic black. Amanda's gloved fingers flexed, as the tested the grip of her rifle Thanks, MARA, she murmured, emerald eyes glinting, a small smile on her lips Going into a demon-infested building wasn't her idea of a good time...She'd much rather see them coming...But Amanda could feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through her, making her breath come just that little bit quicker, spiking her senses into overdrive. Mark, she vocalized, and drew closer yet, pressing herself against the pitted wall of the doorway- She'd heard that the demons hunted by smell and by hearing...They did enjoy nocturnal activities, after all- But she wasn't going to make it any easier for them... There's this nasty thing called a 'chain-swarm'. One demon howls, another a mile away hears it, and howls too...And very soon, you're absolutely up to your neck in demons, slavering for a piece of you! The easiest way to handle this was to strike when they didn't see you coming, and kill so hard they didn't have time to call for help- Though they wouldn't, either, if they thought they could handle it by themselves. No point sharing the prey, after all...
Thread: The Disaster Zone

Nodding, she followed the pink haired woman towards the building, her visor flickering as it turned on its low light mode. The had already judged the sensors to be little use here. They didn't have time to spend all day catching ghosts, after all. She also wished they had a bigger team to send than the two of them and that damned AI, it made them easy targets for a wandering pack, or a few craftier specimens. Either way, she knew their best choice would be see them first and react faster. Keeping her finger resting on the trigger of her rifle, she peered into the dark room ahead of them. I don't see anything. Looks like the first one is clear. She said, tapping the other woman's shoulder before moving into the room, keeping low and moving slowly. Do you think they keep any power to the buildings? Might be nice to get some lights on. Should scatter the little buggers. She mutter, not really making it clear if she was really asking the question to Amanda or herself. She also hoped MARA wasn't paying too much attention to her while she was talking, she'd likely have something snarky to say. So what do we do if we find a nest? We're not exactly equipped to take one of those out, and I don't remember being given a marker for it.
Thread: The Disaster Zone

Amanda chuckled, just a little Well, if we do find a nest she began, ever-so-thoughtfully Then winced and tapped her commbead. Standard swarm-control procedure. Deploy charges, and either enfilade them in a bottleneck, or immediately withdraw to higher ground... There was a trained cadence to her words, as if she'd memorized them from the manual The information drilled into her over the long, long sessions and sweeps she'd done, in the safety of the base... There was a low buzz as she narrowed the frequency- Giving the comm equivalent of a comforting pat. Don't worry. If it's a small nest, we have enough firepower... the compact, chargepacks attached to each meshsuit weren't exactly hand grenades Too large, for one, oddly bulky compared to the sleek, molded lines of the skintight suits. They were there for the bad times, the times when sidearms and rifles just couldn't cut it... The same force-tech that powered XCITE's basic sidearm was a highly adaptable one, though the problem was stability. The complex array is fragile at the best of times, and it'd taken them a while to craft a weapon that didn't detonate when the array was knocked out of alignment. Because when you have that much pent-up force, when things go wrong, they go wrong explosively. In a word WHOOMPH. Now, imagine if you did it on purpose. Amanda shuddered, lightly in mock-fear If it's a large one, well...That's what these are for. Her eyes brightened, just a little, as another thought struck her Besides, there a bonus for each confirmed nest cleared, or even footage of one...The boys back home just can't get enough. She didn't mention the horde of misshapen creatures that'd dragged Ayumi down into the depths with them, even as they'd blasted and battered and shot their way free. She didn't mention that the demons, terrifyingly enough, preferred to take their victims alive, for some ungodly reason And no-one knew quite how many of them lurked in the dark corners of the Disaster Zone. Or even how big a mature demon bull could grow... Instead, she said- Remember, the meshsuit has enough juice to get you clear, if we're really in trouble. So- Eyes ahead, be careful, and we'll get out of this just fine...
Thread: The Disaster Zone

the readings definitely showed a nest of some kind. MARA didn't bother to point this out to the two girls, as surely they'd have noticed that much by now. It wasn't their first time fighting these things. Besides, they both clearly knew what they were getting into. What did worry MARA however, was that she still couldn't quite get a reading on just how many there were. Worse, they were all reds. Reds generally meant trouble. Again, that was more information the girls should already know, so MARA certainly wasn't going to bother to inform them of that. MARA just paid enough attention to the conversation to throw out a little bit, mostly answers to questions. There's some power heading to the buildings, but most of the switches are all flipped. You'd have to be a wizard to get any of it to work right. Most of the barbs had been taken out of the AI's comments. Hard to do too much jabbering when you were still freaking about the readouts. At least now things were starting to solidify. It definitely was a nest. Said nest was definitely close. And they were moving, if only a little bit. Sighing, MARA shoved this information onto the girls' readouts, again trusting them to at least figure that much out. Be careful about kabooming every darn demon you encounter, Mandy, insisted the AI. I want to poke and prod these things. Can't do that if all you give us is little tidbits. Also it was sometimes fun to see just what the demons would do. once, they'd locked a demon up inside the room with a cow, and the thing had humped it to death. Weird, but oddly entertaining.
Thread: The Disaster Zone

Ignoring most of what the AI said, Tasha located a light switch on the wall, and flicked it into the on position. Nothing. She sighed, resigned to using the low light amp in her visor. Oh yes, the boys back home. Bet they can't get enough of us being sent out here in these tight suits. Its like the just want to ogle us while risking our rears for profit at times. She says, somewhat bitterly. Gripping her gun again, she moved forwards into the building, keeping a low profile and moving slowly enough that Amanda could keep track of her easily. How do we know what a nest looks like? Any warning we get there aside from being swarmed? She asked, leaning into a door war, scanning the room, then moving on. I'm usually back ground duty, keeping running from getting away and bring back friends. Can't say I care for the front-line sort of thing. She said, mostly to herself. Being in a cramped place where every corner was a excellent hiding spot had put her on edge. The red on the signals weren't helping either. Neither was the fact she couldn't tell if it was only moving because she was.
Thread: The Disaster Zone

The first level of the building was barren. No light, no sound except for the quiet foot falls of the two XCITE agents, moving through the eerily empty building. However, there were claw marks that bit deep into the walls, almost scraping all the way through to the outside at some parts. Hard, flaky black lumps decorated the walls in bursts and arcs giving away the hint of an unknown dance performed far before Niles and Sinclair had become involved with XCITE. Tasha would probably be the first one to recognize the graceful curves and hedonistic spots for what they were--dried blood. The furrows in the walls matched those in the ground and ceiling, but that was to be expected given what had happened on Honshu, and none of them appeared recent. It was only a relatively short ten stories to the top of the building, easier said than done, as it turned out to be. After cresting the ninth flight of stairs, they ran into a problem. Someone, or most likely something, had decided that stairwells were not only offensive, but clearly a sin to the greater god of architectural design. They had excised the tumorous infection of easy manual access by either tearing the stairwell out of the walls or blowing it up, either seemed likely given the amount of debris and the twisted, almost burned looking metal. That meant they had to get onto the fourth floor of the building and find another stairwell if they wanted to continue to ascend to the top of the building. If they managed to get to a window facing the overly excited bunch of red dots that had been flickering on Mara's visual display, they would find nothing. Just concrete and overgrown plants. However, if one of them did so much as look up they would probably notice the vivid red growths along the ceiling, pulsing with life, almost overwhelming hot to touch. It did not, however, show up on Mara's display.
Thread: The Disaster Zone

Quiet. Nine flights of stairs, and of course the demons had wrenched out all the others, of course they'd no need for steps at all And it'd all been going so well up to that moment. Amanda had felt herself begin to relax, when no hideous creatures pounced on them from the darkness, no toothy grins glinting in the non-light...Their footsteps, in the empty stairwell, had been very, very loud to her ears- But that was just nerves. For a long, long moment, Amanda just stood, peering up into the murky gloom of the floors just out of reach, her pink hair clinging damply to her back- Enhanced strength or not, servoes or not, she'd still worked up a sweat climbing those stairs, so far...And she didn't feel like going back down now, hardly high-up enough for a proper vantage point! Her eyes blink-clicked , the built-in camera of her rig whirring as she captured low-light images of the fiery crimson fungi clinging to the walls and ceiling- The ones that radiated an almost palpable heat...But gave no sign at all on MARA's map- Or Amanda's thermal vision. Amanda sighed, just a little, tapping the side of her headset- Truth be told, she didn't know whether this was some kind of radar-invisible, thermal-invisible fungus...Or if the system was simply acting up again! Her gloved fingers flexed as she considered the door into the still-unexplored building proper...Those damn red dots on her display continuing their jittering dance... MARA, what do you make of these? she vocalized, wondering briefly if she should try to retrieve a sample- But her suit had smoldered at the first accidental contact, when she'd brushed past an outcropping by accident...And Amanda really, really didn't want to test her meshsuit's integrity against it! She glanced at Tasha, a wry smirk on Amanda's lips as she considered the blonde beauty- Looks like we're heading in, after all Amanda murmured, her voice echoing hollowly in the stairwell- I don't feel like climbing back down, and we still can't get visual on those damn ghost readings. She 'tsk'ed, sharply, her weapon hanging casually on her side, teeth sawing against her full lips as she pondered... There's nothing for it. We'd just have to go right through... Stretching, Amanda brushed dust from the cracked floor display- Now almost obliterated, the plastic cracked right down the center, the faded legend YOU ARE HERE eerily ominous MARA, can you record the floor plan, here? We'll need a real-time approximation of which room we're in, if we're going to make it to the stairwell over... And her finger jabbed decisively at a room on the opposite side from where they were! The redundant fire escape stairs, which'd been entirely pointless, considering the five or six elevators built into the very framework of the building itself. There. That's our target. Now we just need to get to it...
Thread: The Disaster Zone

A whole lot of nothing was showing up on MARA's displays. Sure she could still see the glowing red dots, but they hadn't moved, hadn't changed in numbers, hadn't started dancing the two-step. This mission was turning out to be really, really dull. Worse, Tasha kept blabbering on and on. Seriously, could the Brit do nothing but complain? Last time that MARA wanted her to be anywhere near the front. You'd think they'd screen for things like this. Then again, the girl could shoot, even MARA had to admit that much. What do I make of what? demanded the AI. She'd done yet another sweep, and her sensors picked up nothing nearby. She'd have to switch over to reading the girls' visual displays, again . That was starting to grate on MARA's nerves. She was supposed to be a technologically advanced system, not some head-based scouting droid. I think its fungus, drawled MARA. Red, glowing fungus. Most likely it's been left behind by some of the demons that have been wandering the area. It looks like its been infected by some kind of demonic material. Could be a trap left to start peeling those suits off you. We all know how much the demons like you girls. Usually deshelled. always interesting to watch the horny demons go at the girls. Even more fun to hop into the display. But burning fungus was relatively new. Try to collect some for analysis later. The boys are gonna want it, suggested the AI. She then started scanning the map, inputting the data. Soon both Tasha and Amanda would have 3-D layouts of the old floor design, complete with readings of where the closest demons were, and where both the girls currently stood. The amount of dots still fluctuated though clearly they weren't quite within range.
Thread: The Disaster Zone

A fungus trap? Seems rather passive aggressive to me. We're not about to go throwing ourselves against it. She said as she looked at the strange red growth, waving her hand inches away from it and pulling it away, shaking off the heat. It could be a deterrence from intruders, like their version of a fence? That's assuming it's something they put there on purpose, of course. Raising her rifle, she prodded the tip into the fungus, pulling it back and looking over the darkened metal. Wiping it clean, she flicked the barrel against the fungus, knocking a small piece off the ceiling and onto the floor, watching it darken the tiles it landed on. Looks like it keeps its heat if we knock it off too. Turning to Amanda, she shrugged and gestured to the fungus. You got anything to carry this stuff back? Because I certainly don't feel like touching it directly, and the boys seem to give you all the gadgets.
Thread: The Disaster Zone

One moment, it all had been going alright, except for the occasional poking at the fungus, the next, demons were among them. MARA had been so shocked at the arrival of all the red dots that she couldn't quite muster a warning. She did manage to gasp out that they were coming, just as the girls could most likely see the beasts themselves. And what beasts they were! Surely something like that would cause a good deal of harm to the girls... Not only did MARA watch Amanda being taken, but she practically stared. She did remember to flick on a recorder just in time, knowing that she'd be studying this material for some time. You know, for research purposes. In fact, the boys back home would probably study this incident a good deal for research purposes, mostly with their pants around their ankles and a box of tissues nearby. The demon looked too large for Amanda. It thrust into her, and the girl actually gasped. For all intents and purposes, it looked as though Amanda thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Her nipples showed signs of arousal, and moisture showed at her sex. The sound of her moan cut through all other noise, filling MARA's sensors. Oh, did the girl look as if she enjoyed herself. if only more of the suit had stayed intact. Then MARA could hop inside, feel sensations. As it was, the AI tried to play with herself, wishing that they'd programmed more tactile sensations in her coding. She actually moaned in frustration herself, almost wishing she could join the girls. It did occur to her to actually do her job. A frustrated MARA called up the headquarters, reporting the incident in a tone that spoke of pouting. In fact, the AI actually was quite frustrated. Here the two girls were, enjoying their raping, and she was stuck without even being able to wank off to it. she felt the new arrival, and shifted her attentions over there. MARA shoved her display over to Ayumi, nearly wanting to take over the other girl's suit. Yet she knew that they had to make sure the girls survived , and all too often these things ate when they'd finished. Here's the situation, muttered MARA. Like Ayumi couldn't see the damn situation. Plus MARA really wanted to do something. She was going to have to bribe the boys back home. surely they'd let her if they could watch a few times. Amanda and Tamara are getting raped by giant cow things. They just showed up out of no where and jumped 'em. Oh, and they're probably going to screw you stupid if you just run in there and start, yeah, jumping in, MARA looked to the demon in front of her ,frowning. Seriously, you could really use a rocket launcher or something. what kind of backup are you?
Thread: The Disaster Zone

While Ayumi was still busy with the bovine creature in front of her, MARA had spoken up. As usual, she wasn't the easiest to be working with. On her other missions, it was obvious that the AI was far more interested in looking up some skirts or something. Luckily Ayumi didn't have any previous incidents, but she was all the same very reliable. Of course, with the situation the other two girls were in, she was sure to be playing spectator. I sorta figured that out myself once I arrived. You don't have to worry about me too much. If they got the advantage jumping those two, perhaps I'll have the advantage jumping them. The creature in front of her let out another loud roar, coming straight for her, fist clenched. A simple tactic. She was quite confident in her speed, as well as her own strength. Of course, most of that strength would be because of that handy suit she was wearing. Even with it, those demons could easily hack away at it. Don't you think a rocket launcher's a bit much? Might as well have the entire fleet hovering above come and rain hell from above. If we haven't done that already, then this is about all you're going to get. I wouldn't complain if I were you though. I'm just about the only backup you're going to get. She moved to the side of the beast, ready to send her blade into it. Only this demon had seen her coming, swinging its fist around and knocking her to the side. Luckily the suit had held up from the impact, and she was sent to the side. She quickly got up, catching the sight of her comrades being raped. Of course I'm suppose to help them out, but I don't think you'd be too happy with me. she said, directing her comment towards MARA.