[EVENT] LUCERNE ATTACK

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Characters: OPEN to Lucerne agents and the agents coming in from Liechtenstein
Location: Lucerne, Switzerland
Rating: PG
Time: December 20
Description: Shibusen Lucerne gets attacked and its agents attempt to defend it. Event Summary Here

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CLOSED | 004 and Grit

[zerozerovier]

[004 had been quick to react. Once the sirens had gone off, he and Grit had stationed themselves aboveground- unaware at the time that the main threat was coming from below- to provide artillery fire against the kishin eggs, stopping approaching monsters in their tracks before they could reach the base.

It wasn't until they caught wind that there was something much more powerful within the base caverns that 004 had to stop and struggle with his options. It was likely that whatever it was, was the leader of this attack. If the rest of his team from back home were here, they could have split up, and he could have stayed up here knowing that the group who went down would take care of it, and alert him if they needed help.

But it wasn't like that, here. He had to get to the source himself.

It would be risky, using a missile launcher underground, but it wouldn't be the first time. He hurried through the caverns with Grit on his shoulder, following the signs of attack- they were hard to miss, unfortunately.]If you want to turn back, now'

[betterrockets]

[Grit pretty much stayed in his rocket launcher form for most of the time. Focused on providing information and attacking. So, of course, he was just a tiny bit distracted upon hearing about the attack down below in the caverns. Just realizing what the heck was going on when his partner decided to head down to the caverns.

And, let's face it. It was probably a horrible decision that they were making with this. But... at least they both agreed to it. And worse things worse, they both end up dead and their bodies are never found.

...Hey, could be worse.]

Then maybe we can drink tea and wear dresses. Keep movin'.

[zerozerovier]

[He just smirked and kept moving; there was a sound trail now, echoes of a battle further ahead reverberating through the caverns... until it reached its peak as he rounded a corner and saw the thing itself at the far end of the hall.

He didn't waste any time; this was about as far from the target as they were likely to get and still have a good shot. He lifted Grit into position, aimed, and called out a warning for those already fighting it to get out of the way. And he fired.]

[betterrockets]

[And, of course, because of how great and amazing Grit was at this sort of thing (and everything else), it was fairly easy to get a great shot in. Of course, the recoil from it was damaging and pushed them even farther back away from the target.]

[zerozerovier]

[The cavern walls shook briefly from the impact of the missile and a cloud of smoke and dust from the explosion obscured the view. But the sounds of the thing had stopped, and after a direct hit like that, surely it had at least crippled it, if not taken it out completely.

004 was halfway through lowering Grit from his shoulder when three black shapes darted out of the smoke. Caught off-guard and off-balance, he barely had time to jerk out of the way of two of them, narrowly avoiding a vector arrow straight between the eyes. But the third one scored a direct hit.

There was a clang of metal as 004 dropped Grit, and a second one as his severed left arm struck the ground. He cried out sharply, stumbling and gripping the stump at his shoulder with his remaining hand, a translucent purple-tinged fluid flowing from the wound and soaking his glove, along with the occasional sparking of cut wires.]

Shit-!

[betterrockets]

[They had done no such thing, and before Grit could tell him that... 004 had gotten hit. Hard. And lost an arm. Before 004 could say anything else, Grit had gone back into human form. He reached and grabbed 004's arm... no urgency at all, but if he moved slow enough, maybe he could be ignored. That's what he was hoping for.

Without another word, he threw 004 his arm.] Slowly. [He whispered. So far... so good. Ish.]