The cult doth welco Dr.Pine to its grand and venerable ranks, may their labors gain the blessing of the sacred machine.
No chap on Friday because brain smooth.
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Michael 'Magos' Sobronov
Click
Boom!
The charging Maelstromr is thrown bodily back as my Burya discharges into his center mass.
His cyberized weight clotheslines his buddies who were rushing in after him, knocking them around and briefly blocking the entrance as my Artifex whipped out from behind my coat, reloading my railgun for while my free hand clutched the new grip of my Crusher.
"Covering fire." I ordered coolly, ignoring the terror-stunned traitor in favor of stepping in front of the actually salvageable Tyger Claws currently too busy scrambling for their weapons to react.
Just in ti for the Maelstromrs to recover and rush into the room with shotguns of their own.
All they got for their trouble was a wall of noise and lead, mismatched chro shredding under the weight of my fire while my own barely even registered their own pitiful attempts to do the sa.
Another signal pinged back to my Cyberdeck, and my hand twitched to the right, just in ti for the window to burst apart as a lithe Maelstromr crashed her way through, her body jerking back imdiately after as a tungsten shell caved her chest in, throwing her back into the face of the gangoon climbing after her and sending him hurtling through the air before his screams were shut dead by the pavent below.
A hail of gunfire ca from the Tygers behind , suppressing the main assault just as I aid my shotgun hand to the left, the wall of the neighboring apartnt exploding under the charge of a massive cyborg.
The roaring wall of man and chro stopped in his tracks and then staggered, his roars turning pained and even louder as I unloaded the remainder of my Crusher magazine directly into him, his heavy armor cracking but not breaking under the hail.
Seeing him raising his hand that quickly began disassembling into a Projectile Launch System, I reacted on instinct more than I did with any real strategy, dropping my Burya and launching myself forward with all the force I could muster in that split second.
His hand was fully disassembled now, but his weapon failed to fire as a [WeaponGlitch.exe] pierced his ICE, and I slamd my thermal katana down into the offending shoulder, slightly misaligning the cut in the rush.
The massive stromr growled under the pain, and I saw his entire body tensing as he prepared to try and crush with his bare hands.
In a flash, my Secutor bit into his fleshy throat, and I ripped the sword out with a growl of my own, the backswing violently sawing his head off in one visceral pull of blade and chadendrite.
Briefly, as I turned to the main entrance, both the Tygers and Maelstrom paused what they were doing as the cyborg's body toppled over, before Senko and her goons caught themselves and redoubled their fire, and I threw myself the remaining chro cultists.
They did not last a minute.
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The final Maelstromr coughed as he was slamd against the wall of the hallway, looking up at with dazed Optics "Holy shit." He choked out blood, but the glow in his eyes only grew "What a beaut'."
A shotgun shell blew his head off, and I sent out one final ping, finding I was not quite right about him being the last.
My Artifex tossed my reloaded Burya as I looked down, seeing the outline of two less modified 'stromrs trying to make a run for it down the stairs.
I patiently lined up the shot and waited for the perfect mont before pulling the trigger, easily nailing the both of them through two floors worth of concrete.
Half a blink later, the two red silhouettes fell over each other like puppets with their strings cut, and every 'stromr in the building was dead.
"Clear!" I called as I returned back to the hideout, the two goons aiming at slowly lowering their weapons as I fully entered through the hole in the wall.
Senko was currently busy crouched down, looking over a bullet-riddled body with her hands moving about erratically, uselessly over the corpse that was once her friend.
Her eyes snapped up to mine, and despite knowing better I still ran a quick vitals scan.
Shaking my head and making her shoulders slump in defeat, I moved on to the final Tyger Claw in the room, who didn't even have the common decency to try and escape what he tried doing.
Instead, the traitor was currently curled up in the corner of the room, his side bleeding from a stray shot and the rest of him shaking in terror as I walked over.
"How did they find us?" Senko's hateful voice stopped before I could get rid of the filth.
I kept my cold glare on the terrified man and gave the answer "They obviously couldn't have hacked us, and our location was undecided up to until an hour ago. Maelstrom didn't have any patrols in the building. Which just leaves soone informing them of our position in real ti."
All three surviving loyal Tygers imdiately snapped their eyes to , and then to who I was looking at.
The man pulled his knees back and began to openly sob "I'm so- I'm sorry." He looked up at with bloodshot eyes "They had my family!"
Pausing briefly, I nodded "I understand." And faster than he could react, I reached over and twisted his head by one hundred and eighty degrees.
The Claw trio behind all flinched at the sound but I ignored their utter terror as I stood up "Keep watch. We'll have to get out quickly and soon."
Senko inhaled sharply and stood up, offering a nod and turning to her people.
'Now then, how in the fuck do I salvage this clusterfuck?' I thought, feeling oddly somber as I jacked back into the localnet, quite certain that my current employer was very dead with how I left him.
Isamu 'Jugo' Okada (earlier)
As the blinged out pistol rested against his forehead, Isamu couldn't help but burst into mocking laughter "Jotaro, Jotaro, Jotaro..." He shook his head, staring up at the other Tyger's sneer "Even when you finally find your balls, you still have to disappoint ."
Shobo's eyes widened and he imdiately went to pull the trigger.
At the sa ti, Jugo felt an electric jolt flash through his entire system, and in a blink the scene changed from him kneeling before a gun to Sobo's arm flying away alongside his weapon.
"Akh-" Shobo choked at the sudden loss of sensation, and his dilating eyes slowly lowered to its source, his entire body beginning to shake before a scream of pain ripped its way out of his throat.
Jugo's grin threatened to split his face as he felt the spike of heat lance through his back, but before he could decapitate his traitorous shit of a forr comrade he felt his instincts screaming at him and was forced to leap back as sothing approaching an artillery shell detonated where he was just standing.
"FINALLY!" Powerpump roared, completely unbothered by the fact his ambush was evaded as he glared down at a panting Jugo, and addressed his gang "KILL 'EM ALL!"
The entirety of Totentanz shook under the sheer cacophony that followed the boss' declaration as each and every Tyger Claw that wasn't Shobo was imdiately sward by the screaming and roaring horde of drugged up Maelstromrs.
Shobo's bodyguards were ripped apart in seconds, but Jugo's n were old hands at this business and imdiately fell into place around their boss who had quickly leapt from Powerpump's booth.
They didn't waste ti even looking at each other, simply reaching for their weapons and sinking into the crowd with their swords and mantis claws out, ripping their way through the sea of bodies the way they knew best.
One cut at a ti.
Jugo wasn't sure how it started, but by the ti Powerpump's canon blasted a clump of his own n into pieces as he tried to blow him up he was laughing like a complete madman, his sword arm swinging without stopping and painting Totentanz even redder than it was before with the blood of the Maelstrom.
His joyous laughter only increased as the band on stage began playing even harder, and he sunk deeper and deeper into the haze of battle, at one point going blind with the sheer amount of blood that got stuck in his eyes.
Only when he heard the distant echo of gunfire did he shake himself awake, sohow managing to wipe his face with his bloody sleeve and finding himself surrounded at the center of the night club with only two of his n with him, one of whom was missing an entire arm, and the other half of his face.
"Fuckin' 'Ugo." Powerpump let out a rumbling noise that was sowhat reminiscent of a glitchy if satisfied chuckle, his raised canon slowly lowering to point at the trio of Claws "Finally got 'ya."
"Boss!" His right hand borg suddenly called out.
Powerpump's whole body twitched as he slowly rounded on the man and roared in his face "WHAT?"
Brick flinched and quickly answered "Tygers are attacking the building in numbers, they'll be up here in less than a minute."
"Then wha' the fuck are you doing interruptin' ?!" The giant borg backhanded Brick with his canon hand, sending him sprawling into the mass of bodies and turning to face Jugo again.
But he was interrupted again, as Shobo, clutching his stump as he went, shoulderchecked his way through the crowd, nearly getting himself stabbed for his trouble if not for Powerpump glaring down the offending 'stromr "Wait a mont, Powerpump."
The borg growled, his optics glowing threateningly, but surprisingly to Jugo, nodded.
"Okada." Shobo faced Jugo.
"Traitor." Isamu spat.
"Call it what you want you hypocrite." Shobo sneered hatefully "It doesn't matter, because today is the day I finally get rid of you."
"Oh?" Jugo tilted his head, resting his katana on his shoulder like he wasn't surrounded by hundreds of crazed cyborgs "And what makes you think you are capable?"
"Your stubborn refusal to die complicates things." Sobo went on with grit teeth "But knowing you I prepared for it anyway."
He twitched his head towards Powerpump "My soldiers are positioned all around your n attacking this place. You will accept your death and order them to follow my word, or-"
Shobo paused as his eyes narrowed into a glare "I will have them killed to the last."
"You want to hand Watson over to the Maelstrom over a grudge?!" Isamu demanded, montarily baffled with the scale of idiocy he had just witnessed.
"Powerpump and I have a deal." Shobo shrugged "Now you can throw hundreds of your subordinates to die, or you can accept your own death, and tell them to pull back." Shobo repeated "I'm sure the honorable dog you like to pretend at being will love the poetry of it, and it is definitely preferable to what I am going to do to you if you don't."
The cold cruelty in Shobo's eyes made it quite obvious he preferred the latter.
Seeing Jugo's eyes turn cold in turn, he quickly added the final nail in the coffin "And there is no need to wait for your pet netrunner. He has been death with."
At this Jugo found himself pausing, a small frown forming on his face.
Before he threw his head back and laughed, and laughed far harder than he did even as he cut his way through dozens of cyborgs.
"What is so funny?" Shobo growled, his frustration bubbling from under his control "Do you not understand the gravity of this situation you god damn fool?!"
"Hah!" Jugo let out a final bark of laughter before looking back down to the traitor "You are the one who doesn't understand shit, Shobo." He grinned, pointing his katana at him "Tygers die on their feet."
Shobo's eyes widened, and his face sohow twisted into an even more hateful expression "Oh I will enjoy skinning you alive!"
[Back in action.]
Before being replaced by one of utter terror "No." He muttered "No, no, no, NO-" He began clawing at the back of his head with his sole hand so hard he drew blood but it was all for nothing as every single implant in his body began to overload.
He was given a brief mont to contemplate just how utterly dead he was as his body began steaming on multiple spots, before the delicate balance of his systems snapped, and his entire body was set on fire.
Even as the screaming human torch that was Jotaro Shobo rolled on the ground in a futile attempt to survive, Powerpump found himself stepping over the soon to be corpse without a care.
Only to pause, and spit on it "Good 'ucking riddance." Before turning to face Jugo.
Who was currently grinning like a loon, and just as an explosion rang out behind him, signaling the arrival of his troops, he sent a ssage to his lieutenant commanding him to take over Shobo's n and herd them forward, and activated the experintal sandevistan attached to his back.
He felt entire world slow to a crawl and he felt every single synapse in his body fire as he forced it to move faster than it had any right to, ducking under Powerpump's line of fire and launching himself forward through the crowd of Maelstromrs once again.
The second was stretched into what felt like an hour as he slashed throat after throat, taking a head with each step even as heat built up on his back, and just as he felt his implant about to run out he launched himself off the falling chest of a cyborg and into the air, his blade raised as he appeared midair above the Maelstrom boss.
Jugo let out a battle cry as he swung down with all his might, looking to decapitate his old enemy and finish this in one swing.
"FUCKING-" Powerpump's roar blurred just as his body did, his previously vulnerable flank disappearing in favor of a rising hand canon "'UGO!" He finished his curse and pulled the ntal trigger.
But instead of firing, his weapon clicked, jamd.
Jugo didn't waste any ti in pressing the opportunity, slashing again and again at his disoriented foe only to be smashed back when he once more got tantalizingly close to finally ending it.
The gang battle around them turned bloodier by the second as well, the close quarters lee quickly evolving into by explosions and hails of gunfire as more and more Tyger Claws rushed in over the corpses of their fellow gang mbers.
All the while Tinnitus refused to leave the stage, their lead singer screaming ever louder for his adoring audience.
Jugo and Powerpump blurred over and over again, constantly pushing against each other but failing to land a killing blow until the cyborg clamped down on the irritating program invading him with all the processing power his ICE held, giving himself a mont to act.
He and Jugo shared a look, and as one activated their sandevistans.
The ground behind the swordsman exploded, shredding his legs and back with shrapnel before he disappeared in a blur of speed only to appear behind his enemy, his sword held forward with both hands.
Behind him, the massive cyborg stared ahead, at the enemy gang mbers pouring into his Totentanz, and his normal hand slowly reached for his neck.
He let out a gurgle, and his head slipped off his shoulders.
Seeing it tumbling next to him, Jugo grinned, and finally lost consciousness.
Michael 'Magos' Sobronov
With eyes that were completely and utterly dead, I disconnected from the localnet, having just gone through enough emotional whiplash to last a lifeti.
When I discovered Jugo was still alive, I was surprisingly relieved and imdiately focused on the near-impossible job of making him survive after this clusterfuck of a situation.
In fact, I felt so motivated all of a sudden that I decided to ignore the uncomfortable feeling Powerpump's systems gave and hacked him despite my paranoia.
Thankfully he only had the touch of old AI in him, and not an actual subroutine, so I survived the attempt, even if I was going to have to scour my systems just in case.
And what does Jugo do with all this?
The madman holds back so he can act out a fucking Bushido scene, that's what.
Checking the feed just in ti to see one of his goons dragging him off, I muttered "Give back my worry you bastard." And decided my work here was done.
The damn weeb could clean up after himself.
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