*Actionette* - "Jay's weakness"

OOC- This was intended to be a full action, with ideas to give
everyone, but it got a bit long so have demoted it to mere actionette!
I have a few good ideas for parallel subplots which i'll email people
with separately - ta!
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Who: Jay and Mk10
Where: Shuttle bay/Corridor
<snip>
The dust cleared on the security monitor, and all Mk.10 now saw was
the suit, standing amongst a pile of now derelict spacecraft.
"That was fun" Jay said, turning to face the camera "Now it's your
turn..."
<end snip>
Mk10 realised he was in trouble, Jay was putting up a greater fight
than he thought. He was still not yet worried, he merely realised he
needed to act fast to take the high ground.
Making a strategic retreat, the small robot sprinted down the
corridor, nodding to a squad of 8 skutters that were currently taking
cover behind some sand bags. The skutters nodded back in
understanding, and spread themselves across the entire corridor to
block access.
Mk10 knew that they wouldn't have a hope of stopping Jay, but all he
needed was a little time.
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Who: Shakespeare, Keto, Tara, Vanessa and Katrina
Where: Temporary medibay
<snip>
Shakespeare watched the anomaly grow smaller, and smaller, until
eventually it vanished in a tiny twinkle of blue light.
He whimpered.
<end snip>
The distraction had come at the worst possible time. The door burst
open, one of Mk10's crack teams of Peewee robots stood there. The
first one held the biggest gun Keto had ever seen, which looked odd as
Peewee robots were less than two foot tall. The second was extremely
tall for a Peewee, it apparently had a complex about being so small so
had extended it's legs by welding metal pipes on the end of them,
making it look like a clown robot on stilts.
Behind were the rest of the team, who instantly aimed their rifles at
people in the room.
Tara had just finished stitching a nasty cut on Katrina's leg. Her
first instinct was to kick the small robots, but her patient was in
the way. She reluctantly put her hands up when a robot beckoned her to
do so.
The smallest Peewee walked in. He had a loose joint in his legs,
allowing him to swagger confidently, like Jed walking into a stripjoint.
Be pointed to the other robots who wasted no time in throwing ropes
around Vanessa and Katrina, helped by some other robots looking
through the ventilation grill on the ceiling. Vanessa and Katrina were
dragged kicking and screaming towards the door.
"Hey wait!" Said Keto, before he got a laser rifle pushed up his nose
by the tall Peewee on stilts, and one almost pushed up somewhere else
by the smaller Peewee closer to the floor.
Keto put his hands up and sighed.
The door closed, rifles aimed directly at everyone in the room for
every second.
A moment of silence followed.
"They've got Katrina and Vanessa!" Tara shouted.
"I know that. We all know that, we just saw it happen!" Keto shot back.
"Then why didn't you do something?"
"What could we do? If any of us moved we'd be a corpse more useless
than that bloody tree over there."
The tree sagged.
"Well lets go get them back." Said Tara, fists in the air and up for a
fight.
"Wait a second… we need a plan…" Said Keto as everyone rushed towards
the door.
Suddenly, Keto's nose caught a sniff of something. "What's that… oh."
A spark traced the outline of the door. Keto pulled on the handle.
"Well…it… appears…. we've been welded in."
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Who: Jay
Where: Shuttle bay/Corridor
Jay in the EVE clambered into the corridor, pushing his way past
debris that the smaller mk10 could easily walk around. A battle had
been fought here, there was a mixture of blood and oil on the floor,
and partly splattered up the walls.
It was either complacency or a one-track mind searching for Mk10 that
made him not see the skutters until they started firing on him. It was
always such a bizarre sight to see the small weak-looking robots
holding firearms and firing wildly and furiously.
Jay wasted no time, he kneeled and opened fire, hitting three in the
first volley, they exploded into shards of harmless plastic and metal.
The rest were hiding behind the sandbags, so he ran at them and
leaped. He picked up the first, the sudden movement caused the small
robot to drop its weapon and dangle freely from Jay's arm until he
swung it around and dashed a second to pieces. The next skutter had
retreated a few metres, so Jay hurled robot he clenched towards it.
Both crunched together to make a disappointing cheap "clack" that
broken metal and plastic makes.
All this time, the third two had retreated back to a further
sandbagged area, where they had positioned a machinegun. They had been
spraying bullets at jay and he hadn't even noticed. He looked down at
his robotic shell, it was pocked and dented by bullets bouncing off
him. He angrily stormed towards them, mainly angry at himself for
giving them the opportunity to take so many shots at him.
The skutters continued to fire as Jay struggled against the incoming
bullets, it was like fighting against a powerful hosepipe.
Jay raised an arm and swung it left and right like a pendulum,
striking the small robots and smashing them until they broke.
Jay felt powerful as he killed them, stronger, better than them. He
got a primal rush. After they all lay destroyed, it was all he could
do to prevent himself from roaring with delight.
But them he stopped and looked around. All he had done was destroy a
few tiny robots and he felt so invincible inside his metal body. He
made a mental note to not get too cocky; the EVE had its limitations.
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Who: Mk10
Where: The Promenade
A small metal boot kicked a ventilation shaft and abseiled down to the
first floor balcony. Mk10 looked around, he noticed the Starbucks was
still open, despite only a few scared looking customers who had
bravely risked all odds for a coffee. The McDonalds was empty,
obviously nobody had risked their life for that, however Parrotts was
packed.
Mk10 jumped from the balcony to the floor, a distance that should have
sprained a person's ankle, but he fell firm. He looked around at the
people. Without his file "aussiecool.bat" he realised he hated them
all, people who had not saved him when he had died not once, not
twice, but three times for this ship.
He wanted to kill them, each of them. But there was no time. Jay
smashed through the wall on the balcony above in his large metal
protective suit. Mk10 wanted to kill him most of all, but right now
the suit made it too hard to kill him physically. He had to instead
kill him inside.
A robot tapped him on the shoulder. "Finally!" Mk10 said to his lacky,
who threw Vanessa and Katrina to the ground. They were both tied up
pretty well and could barely move.
He saw Jay on the balcony flinch as he realised who they were.
"That's right jay, I've got your girlfriend and your sister here." He
said with a crazed cracked voice. He saw Jay about to move, so pulled
both hostages closer to him so they acted like a shield, then put a
gun to both of their heads simultaneously.
"Now Jay, you already know how it feels to have a loved one and your
sister killed. Can you handle it a second time?"
In the EVE, Jay now felt weak. He was too far away to push them out of
the way, and both hostages were in the way to have a clear shot. "You
don't want to do this Mk10, just leave them alone."
Mk10 laughed. "Just choose Jay. Who dies first, your girlfriend or
your sister?"
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