Mane vs Machine: Maneworks (Apply in OOC!)

[Drakeven]

Edd felt a bit bad, shooting at things was good, but when those things don't count towards your score...Oh and he nearly shot one of his teammates, but that doesn't really matter [colour=#800000]"My bad mate, sorry...But with all that...Robotic stuff, it looked like you were one of them![/colour]" Edd Sighed, this wasn't the best team, for a start there was only five of them and he had no idea where that pyro pony went. Edd takes a sip out of hi- NOT THE JARATE! Edd cringes at what he was about to bring to his lips, then looks for his coffee cup. He couldn't find it anywhere! The loudspeaker rang out "Mission begins in 60 seconds." Now usually Edd would love to be shooting things in a minute, but he needed his coffee. Really. He really needed a sip of that heaven juice "OI! Have any of you lot found a coffee cup! I need to find it before the round starts!" There is only one thing Edd loves in this world, and that's winning...The think he REALLY like though, is coffee, and coffee comes with winning. He needed that coffee cup.

[Kirby Krackle]

Glasses off to get a better look, the toymaker gave this newcomer one long looking over. His ears were perked up as well, trying to listen for the delicate whirring of gears and servomotors. His optics, nor his auditories, nor his olfactories (he smelled him too) did not betray him. This creature was definitely not a robot. Though, just to be sure, Tinker Tailor gave him a few safety pokes to be sure. Was there cold metal touching his hoof? Nope! And thanks to that, he felt mighty proud to say "[colour=#ff00ff]Welcome to the team! My name is Tinker Tailor and these... well, I don't recall their names, actually. But I bet they're nice! Maybe to you. Not so much with me.[/colour]" That last bit, he whispered in the new guy's ear.

"[colour=#ff00ff]So, c'mon! Let me show you around! This is...[/colour]" Eagerly, he planned on giving the new guy the whole tour of the place, only to find he was putting on display absolutely nothing. Though he did notice his artillery was mounted next to a few stacked bags of 'Corpse-Grade Quicklime'. Yuck, he thought, for only that moment, before moving on. "[colour=#ff00ff]But enough about me! How about you? And where did you get those wonderful toys?[/colour]"[colour=#ff00ff] [/colour]Oh, there were so many gizmos and thingamajigs strapped to this stallion he was already drooling, one back hoof kicking around to search for his tool box.

Mission begins in 30 seconds.

Mission? What mission?

[NovaArkwing]

>"Ghost Reaper" Nova Arkwing

Ghost eyed his new "team-mates" with suspicion sizing them up closely, blinking at each one of them, his helmet took screenshots of each pony and saving them to his Identify Friend/Foe target tracking and memory units to avoid preventable friendly fire incidents when the bullets start flying. [colour=#FF8C00]"So, what, you hired by Mane Co too? Or you here for somethin' else, mister fancy pants?"[/colour] The Griffin scout asked trying to get Ghost to share his motives and "That's classified, company orders. I was selected and paid by both RED and BLU corporations to operate in this area given the assignment of studying this rogue mechanical faction, find their weaknesses and neutralize them then pass on the information to the corporations which would distribute the information to all assets engaged or engaging the mechanical forces. I was performing reconnaissance earlier on one of the rooftops watching the mechanicals deploy until they started moving in this direction." Ghost replied stoically swiftly explaining the reason as to why he was here and what he was doing prior to meeting the group, but left out the fact he was an asset of the Equestrian military instead elaborately misled information to the group that he was an asset of the BLU and RED corporations. However he couldn't help but noticed that the answer he provided did not put the scout at ease as the griffin still aimed her pistol at Ghost untrusting of this newcomer that just appeared out of nowhere, [colour=#800000]"My bad mate, sorry...But with all that...Robotic stuff, it looked like you were one of them![/colour]" Ghost shrugged and nodded to the sniper, he didn't care as all he wanted was their cooperation at dealing with this new enemy and completing his mission and going home.

Ghost then noticed the pink-haired Unicorn approach him curiously obviously thinking that Ghost was a machine although his assumptions weren't that far off but Ghost wasn't artificial like the machine, however the Unicorn's started getting persistent and invasive as the Unicorn started smelling and poking Ghost and his armour Ghost gave the Unicorn a disarming glare as a sign to stop his intrusive inspections. "[colour=#FF00FF]Welcome to the team! My name is Tinker Tailor and these... well, I don't recall their names, actually. But I bet they're nice! Maybe to you. Not so much with me.[/colour]" as sure enough he stopped then the Unicorn greeted Ghost with an unusual high vigour that would be considered borderline disturbing if Ghost wasn't trained as well as he was. Tinker Tailor, huh? Fitting... Ghost thought as Tinker revealed his name to him conveniently as it appeared that he was the engineer of the group, Ghost followed the strangely energetic Unicorn as Tinker tried to show him a grand tour of Maneworks but didn't know that Ghost had already scouted the area out and with his helmet having access to GPS and satellite imagery tracking. Tinker's attitude seemed stranger then the other mercenaries and his curiosity for machinery appeared to be incredibly persistent given his heavy interest in Ghost's technologically advanced equipment. "[colour=#FF00FF]But enough about me! How about you? And where did you get those wonderful toys?[/colour]" the Unicorn asked Ghost abruptly putting Ghost on the spot for some reason unknown to Ghost, "The Callsign is Ghost Reaper, and the answer to that is classified." Ghost answered sharply unwilling to share personal details and information about his equipment to a random mercenary.

"Mission has begun" the klaxon rang out across the combat zone and alarms began to ring across the Maneworks area, the robots were inbound and were programmed to fight and heading towards the group. "Showtime...Time for me to get to work." Ghost muttered with a mischievous smirk creep on his face as Ghost's helmet rapidly sealed shut shielding his visor and face and just like that he leaped high into the air onto a rooftop and started free-running across rooftops towards the front-line as he unsheathed a exotic looking sword with blue sparks shimmering and jumping around the weapon's blade. Ghost gripped the hilt of the blade with one hand and pulled out a revolver-like hand gun with his other hand and shifted into an aggressive defensive stance ready to meet the mechanical threat in combat. His helmet was still broadcasting live footage from it's combat feed to the Equestrian Military who were processing the footage for intel, Ghost jumped across two more rooftops before activating his Cloak and Dagger camouflage and cloaked himself while leaping onto the final rooftop across a large open area and waited for the mechanical army to appear so he could ambush them.

[korok132]

The pegasus (now known as Ghost Reaper) started talking, but the big words went over Janice's head. She got the jist of it ("I'm killing robots.") and that satisfied her. He also started talking with Tinker, about something she probably didn't care about. She was too focused on the fact that the mission was beginning s-

"Mission has begun."

Oh. Well then. Time to go to work. Swapping out her pistol for her scattergun, she waited for the robots to start pouring over the cliffs. This was it. The massive robot army was going to attack, and the only thing between the Maneworks and the robots was them.

Expecting massive hulking monstrosities of metal, instead Janice was greeted with a small squad of about six jerky pegasii-bots, one of which was carrying a comically large bomb on it's back. Strangely, if their colours were suppose to designate clothing, their chest area was a blue version of her current outfit: a simple red shirt. Whatever, they were the enemy and they needed to get shot. Happy to oblige, Janice jumped from the platform their little base was set up on and charged at them, Scattergun blazing. She wasn't entire sure how she was expecting them to react, but what she didn't expect an immediate response of six returning scattergun blasts in her direction. A number of bullets grazing her, she quickly started running backwards in the opposite direction, shooting back at them. [colour=#ff8c00]"And eff you too you tin cans! Balls that hurt!"[/colour]

[Kaibunny94]

Widdlebiscuit yelped as the klaxon sounded, the sound never failed to make her jump, she popped her head out and looked around. with a quick check up in the distance she saw her other team-mates. she gave a small nod and adjusted her gas mask checking over her degreaser. yup it was still a flamethrower. she looked up the rock as some of them began to tumble down, there's a storm coming. she thought.

She dug a booted hoof into the ground before skipping around a little back behind her building. she skidded to a stop some dirt and rocks flying up. with each passing minute she peeked her head out, some ponies with the same twang as the griffon. she smirked and let them pass the others could deal with them, she remembered from her previous stationing that bigger things were to come and that was what she was waiting for. dont sweat the small stuff, shed heard that first somewhere, meh who knew where.

as the slightly bigger ponies with rocket launches begand to land their metallic hooves into the dirt she waited for them to move forward before springing out behind them and licking them....with her flames...from her flamethrower.

[Drakeven]

Edd sighed and forgot about his coffee cup, he'll find it later, for now it was the time he was waiting for, he aims down his scope and takes a few shots. He sees that the Griffon is charging in [colour=#800000]"Well, let's see how you are at competition"[/colour] He shoots three of the robots and covers them in Jarite he kills one because it was weakened from the Griffons scatter gun blasts but the other two remain covered in Jarite, Edd yells [colour=#800000]"THAT'S ONE POINT FOR ME FEATHER FACE! STEP UP YOUR GAME![/colour]" Edd laughs before throwing his Jarite covering one more in Jarite. He then looks over to the engineer and yells[colour=#800000] "Let's see what that gun can do mate! C'mon! Fire that thing up!"[/colour]

Edd then proceeds to get his face hit. By a bullet. "Bloody hell, you pieces of scrap! When I'm done with you your robo-mums won't recognize your maimed twisted dead face!" He then proceeds to get in a few more pot shots, but doesn't damage anything that much, Edd was going on the premise that the more bullets that were in them the slower they got. He really needed to upgrade. Too late for that now.

[Kirby Krackle]

Defend our honor, Tinker Tailor overheard the great scorekeeper in the sky shout. Kill these robots!

Kill the robots? Well, that's just silly! He needed them alive. Though, to be fair, 'alive' did not necessarily mean 'in one piece'.

As the mechanized ponies came storming from their clubhouse, barking all sorts of rude comments, the Unicorn could not help but salivate. These engineering marvels were absolutely to die for! What alloys were used in the inevitable defense/mobility trade off? What was the fuel source keeping them moving with such vigor yet remaining strangely out of sight? The cameras? The voice boxes? Sweet Celestia, even the paint job! There was absolutely nothing about them he didn't demand to know more about! Well before the bullets started flying, he had a notebook at the ready, his magic furiously guiding one of the many quills he brought with him. In short-hoof, he jotted down as much as he could observe before the beep of his Sentry Gun signaled another robot falling to its power. So distracted was he by his notes, Tinker failed to notice how far ahead in the contest he was, despite not being allowed to compete. At the moment at least, a Griffin's eye is no match for a 2.0 Megapixel HD IP camera.

"[colour=#ff00ff]Ring around the rosie[/colour]", the toymaker giggled, unable to restrain himself anymore. He needed to get down there and find a body as intact as possible. He needed to disassemble. To dissect.

No, not dissect! That wasn't right at all! "[colour=#ff00ff]A pocket full of posies.[/colour]" While he magicked his weapons to his side and leaped from the safety of his highrise, the resulting momentum drove a ten pound cast-iron monkey wrench deep into the head of an oncoming Scout-bot. The result was a deafening clang, splattering motor oil across his grin-warped face. Vivisect, he corrected. Vivisect.

"[colour=#ff00ff]Ashes ashes. We all fall down[/colour]."

[NovaArkwing]

>Nova "Ghost Reaper" Arkwing

Nova waited while the others engaged the mechanized enemy, watching for quite some time as the robots advanced barking rather crude insults at the mercenaries and firing at them. He noticed the Griffen and the Pyro pony make a spirited attempt at counter attacking however the Griffen retreated, they all defended the base with unorganized and undisciplined methods. It was no wonder they were getting forced back by the enemy, he continued to observe them and began to contact command about whether to join the fray and push the robots back off the mercenaries or wait and see what they do. "Command, what do the RoE (Rules of Engagement) say about these guys. Should I engage or stand by?" Nova asked patiently watching the battle below unfold and spotted more groups of Robots on the way.

"Ghost you are cleared to engage the mechanical hostiles, but avoid hitting friendly units and no harming non-combatants. Are we clear?" Command chimed in answering Nova's question, "Crystal clear beginning engagement now, Ghost out." Nova replied before clearing his communication line, he was about to jump into some intense fighting however the mercenaries looked like they were getting pretty beating back. He needed them alive if he had a successful chance of completing his mission and returning back home to his special somebody. He smirked mischievously and readied to jump right in the middle of the fray in a great dynamic entry, in hopes of diverting attention away from the group and lessen the amount of enemies they'd have to fight.

"It's time for the Ghost Reaper, TO LET 'ER RIP!" Nova growled aggressively as he leaped into action using his wings to fly into the fray.

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He launched and flew himself right into the middle of the largest group of enemies slamming into the center of them, smashing several robots to pieces using his body as a battering ram in a dynamic entry. Recovering rapidly he swiftly dispatched robots left and right hacking them into pieces as he broke into a sprint around the robots with his sword, he leapt and sliced another robot in half from the head to the waist before kicking it out the way making his way to his next acquired targets.

He slid into another and cut it from the waist and blocked a bat swing from a random scout bot that tried to get a swing at him and parried the robot slicing it's arms off and slams a hidden blade in his palm into the head of the scout bot zapping it with an EMP pulse killing it outright, these robots couldn't keep up with the armoured Pegasi as he just danced around them destroying them at such a pace he seemed like a blur to the untrained eye. It was the most fun he's had in combat for awhile, these robots could do nothing about it as they clumsily tried to get a bead on him only to get countered and defeated every time lightning fast as Nova reappeared to deliver the killing blow on the attacking robots.

Nova then rolled out the way of a trio of Scout bots who tried to rush Nova with Scattergun barrages, using his Cloak and Dagger device he sneaked around behind them and stabbed two of them in the head with his hidden blades and slashed the last Scout bot's body into tiny metal pieces and attached an explosive on the head and threw it at another five robots which exploded on contact incinerating them. Nova kept on elegantly killing the robots making sure there'd be enough for the mercenaries to take on without getting wiped out.

[Kaibunny94]

Widdlebiscuit watched the flaming metal ponies around her as they were wiped out* she looked at the strange pony through her distorted happy vision, he looked like...like.....she tilted her head -since when did they have tanks....- she twigged -wait we dont have tanks...the ENEMY has tanks!- she needed to befriend him!! she hefted her flamethrower and pulled the pump, unfortunatley or possibly fortunatley she had switched off the pilot light and instead of drenching him in fire covered him in flammable liquid. she pondered -thats not how this thing works- she looked down the barrel of it attempting to see what the problem was.

[korok132]

Checking herself for wounds, Janice was happy to note that most if not all wounds were merely superfluous. With a grimace, she checked the current state of the battlefield. Currently, Tinker was probably doing the best, his Sentry Gun whirling away, making quick work of the Scout bots. Ghost was, admittedly, pulling off some pretty slick moves of his own, while the Pyro was having some sort of malfunction with its flamethrower. Her main quarrel, Edd, however, seemed to be doing well for himself. Better than her, anyway, and that made her mad. However, in her scope of the battlefield, she noticed amongst the destroyed robots were suspiciously familiar coins. Nabbing one from the nearest "corpse," closer inspection revealed the coins to indeed be genuine bits.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, with more being made every second. Tossing her Scattergun into her bag, Janice took off into the fray yet again. This time, however, instead of attracting their attention with her own fire (which, honestly, was unlikely to happen, as they seemed rather preoccupied by the rest of her team), she instead started dashing about, scooping up as much money as she could grab into her bag while simultaneously dodging incoming robot bullets. Having successfully made it to the other side of the battlefield, she quickly looked into her bag at her loot. Strange, she didn't remember picking up this much money. A quick look back up at the carnage was greeted with a rocket detonating mere feet from where she was currently standing. Surprisingly, that did not kill her. Rather, it severely injured her, sending her sprawling to the ground nearby. Looking up, the Scouts were now being backed up by larger, more menacing looking robots. They still bore the signature jerking and poor-craftsmanship of the Scout bots, but instead of being armed with mere Scatterguns like her own, they were instead wielding large rocket launchers. Shooting rockets. At them.

Struggling to her feet, Janice took off in search of Tinker. At the very least, his Sentry could protect her while she recuperated. Engineers! Look out for that Sentry Buster! What now? As if things couldn't get any worse, not only were there Soldiers now, but a large, spiky ball on legs emitting a loud, annoying series of beeps started charging down the hill towards the base.

Uh oh.

[Kirby Krackle]

Like any other good predator, Tinker Tailor did his best to drag (for some reason, with his teeth) his newly fallen prey back to the nest as quickly as possible. Despite the fact that the thing weighed a few hundred pounds and he was being shot at, Tinker and his single minded determination was making good time up the hill leading home. With any luck, the good solid whack he delivered didn't damage too much of where he assumed central processors were kept. There might even be a USB port or similar nonsense he could jack into for secret plans or design specifications or similar goodies that he could take home.

And now for the bad news. Single minded determination was why 'Look out for that Sentry Buster' went into one blue ear and out the other. The Action Bomb managed to walk right past him. Up the hill. Up the stairs. Right in the middle of his nest. Meanwhile, Tinker's turret was reacting accordingly, emptying absolutely no ammunition into the enemy right in its face due to its Engineer's negligence. Not soon after, the machine popped a squat and let out an ear-breaking beep. This is what Tinker Tailor reacted to, too late.

His shotgun was drawn once he sensed a threat. Once the new robot was in full view, without even remembering its name, he knew exactly what it was and what it would do in less than five seconds. The teleportation ability built into his weapon was primed and ready and had line of sight of Sentry and Dispenser. But he could only save one. Four seconds. Not enough time to weigh all the options. Three seconds. Get kills or save lives? Two seconds. He loved all his toys. He couldn't decide. The final second ticked away, his eyes welling up with tears, his heart being blasted to just as many pieces as his machines.

And then he was shot in the chest.

[Drakeven]

This was chaos, so many things were there to shoot! Edd kept on firing on the ongoing waves of robots, humming to himself. He noticed his teammates weren't going to well, well that's more points for him! Right? Even the competitive mind such as his realizes that this many robots are hard to keep score of...Especially if their dropping bombs down your mineshaft. He could see the Griffon wasn't going to well in the way of health, but she was going well in the way of points! Edd needed to step up his game, he kills a few robots and Jarites a few others, then over the din of the battle a speaker calls out 'Look out for that Sentry Buster' what was a Sentry Buster? Well, whatever it was, it was big, and slow and a great target! Edd takes a few shots at it, it doesn't take much effect but Edd still smiles with every *Clank* of the bullet penetrating the metal shell into the soft circus. The other ponies were taking damage! Hah! They didn't have the smart idea of staying up here in the safety of th- One spy-bot remains Edd looked around to see the griffon looking him in the face "Hey! Weren't you down there before?" Edd turns to look back at the Griffon on the ground, and then a sharp pain in his back. Then blackness.

Darn. That's what a Spy-bot is.

[korok132]

Things just went from bad to hell, fast. The Engi, shot in the chest, leaving his Sentry to go up in smoke from the Sentry Buster. The Sniper, stabbed in the back by another type of robot, the Spy bots. The robots, carrying their bomb with little to no firepower stopping them. Her own body, battered to the brink and more coming.

Well. At least they tried. With one last spark of desperation, Janice whipped out her bat. With a loud cry, she charged straight into the fray. Every robotic head at that exact moment swiveled towards her. The heroic charge was cut short, as the robots made quick work of her. Dead.

After a brief moment, and with a jerk, her senses returned to her. She was standing back in the base where she had met the other two; Tinker and Edd. She put her bat away as she patted herself down. Still wearing the shirt she was given, still wearing the bag full of not only her Scattergun and Pocket Pistol, but a hefty sum of bits she retrieved from the robots. In the distance, she could hear their metallic hooves clanking on the ground. Presumably still bringing the bomb to this very building.

But... she died. She knew she died, there was no way she could have survived a frontal attack like that. She, by all accounts, should have joined the Royal Sisters in the sky. Yet here she was, back in base, with the sounds of battle ever approaching. Perhaps this was a test. To see if she was worthy to join the Sisters. To redeem herself. Or maybe they had an instant teleporter thing that zapped you away the instant that your death was imminent, healed you in the process, and spat you back out in base.

A number of possibilities shot through her head, but right now, she still had a job to do. Kick some robot butt. As she turned to leave the base, she finally noticed the large sign above the counter she had so casually before sat at. A big honkin' sign in the big bold letters that read "UPGRADES" hung over what looked like a bar selling all kinds of deadly weaponry and generally unpleasant things. Face palming, she stepped up to the counter, expecting someone or something else to show up, but nothing happened. Putting her Scattergun and the rather heavy bag on the counter she said to herself, [colour=#ff8c00]"C'mon, I need somethin' bigga to stop 'em. This thing ain't gonna do jack without some extra powa."[/colour] And almost like magic (spoilers: it's magic), her Scattergun and her bag glowed for half a second, then disappeared. Her gun came back a moment later with some new mechanism strapped to it, presumably to make it hurt more, and her bag came back, missing almost all of it's money. [colour=#ff8c00]"'Ey! What gives! Where'd my money go!?" [/colour]There was a note inside her bag and, true to form, she completely missed it. [colour=#ff8c00]"Bah. Whateva, I don't need it anyway. I got me some robots to bang up. Thanks or somethin', magic bar." [/colour]With a single-minded determination to do better, she set out at full sprint, ready to take on the robots once again.

[LionelDarkheart]

In the very back of Maneworks, a single stallion was holding a note to his face for closer inspection. Surely enough, his eyes did not deceive him; this was the right place. However, he didn't see much in the way of living ponies. He wore a backwards baseball cap (which he was gifted by his father) and his very first suit of track gear, used on his first race. He had a two-barreled scattergun on his belt, while he held a wooden bat marked "Sandman" aswell as a ball in both hooves. The scattergun on his belt had two soda cans crudely taped to it.

He entered the spawn, opposite to Janice's location, being quick enough to not gain her attention. He looked at the counter and sign above it, which beared eight large letters. "UPGRADES."

[colour=#008080]"What in the hell is that?"[/colour] the stallion asked. He walked up to it, tapping it. Suddenly, his bat and ball disappeared, and they reappeared shortly after. When he picked up back up, he could have sworn he saw a skull symbol on the ball's face- his train of thought stopped dead when he heard it.

Clank. Clank. Clank.

If his employers were correct, that meant his enemies were currently outside, probably hurting the rest of the team. [colour=#008080]"We'll be having none of that!"[/colour] he said triumphantly as he raised a yellow-and-red soda can, "BONK! Atomic Punch," to his snout. Slowly but surely, he drank it, afterwards discarding the empty can. He stood still for a moment, and then the drink's real effect kicked into high gear. The small, magic-infused radiation cells entered his bloodstream, attaching to his own cells. He grabbed his scattergun and bat and walked out, eye twitching. He was nearly bouncing from energy near this point.

He stood on the balcony for several seconds, totally immobile. Before any of his teammates could yell for him to move, he dashed off at lightning speed, reaching the frontline in record time. He ran around the robots, like a blur, grabbing money quickly. Then a rocket detonated at his feet. He was launched into the air, but for reasons none of his comrades could guess, he was perfectly fine. He descended quickly back into the fray, double-jumping to ensure his landing point, grabbing money as he went. Nopony was sure of it, but it really looked like some kind of trail was following him.

(This stallion is a famous runner, who is known all around Equestria for his speed. If you want Janice to recognize him or not, that's your choice.)

[NovaArkwing]

Nova had torn through the ranks of the robot horde but they just kept coming at him, trying to get to the base to destroy it and mop up the survivors. They had tactics and used co-ordinated and disciplined teamwork to effectively kill the Sniper, Engineer and his 'toys' thinking with the scout's help they could hold the robots off until she went down too. Nova's HUD on his visor caught the Scout's vital signs drop to dead in her last moments leaving just him against the horde, alone. It wasn't the most encouraging thought but he had been in worse situations, Nova leaped up onto a building close to the base to spot where the robots with the bomb were closing the gap on the base slowly.

"Well, looks like this'll be a solo op now...Just marvellous." Nova muttered sarcastically as he drew and long sigh of aggravation. This mission was starting to sound like a one way trip for him as he edged closer to the base, the robots were almost at the destination with the ordinance, his teammates were dead and Nova was the last one left. Beneath the insane killing machine that Nova undoubtedly was, he was afraid. afraid of leaving behind all the things and people he loved and cared for during his life.

Even the mare that was waiting for him back home, she was his operations handler ever since he joined the military officially. They had been on several tours and missions together sometime before this mission, drudging through thick and thin escaping death on multiple occasions they eventually grew closer until he asked her out, Nova remembered the first time they met which was five years ago in Cloudsdale... 'five years? It's been that long huh? guess time flies when you have something worth fighting for don't it?...' he thought as he started slowly accepting the idea of his potential demise. At least he had someone to fight for, a cause to survive another day.

Nova didn't intend to die here, if anything he wanted just more time to live but this looked like the end...He had a good run. Nova was sure as the skies above were blue that he'd make sure none of these machines, get past without paying a grievously heavy toll while he was still alive. He retreated to the base where the bomb would have to be planted, determined to not let a single one through to plant the bomb. "Alright you clankers, if you think getting that bomb here will save you. Think again. Because you may've killed the others off you think you're safe and sound? HAH! Think. again. You think that you're getting out of this in one piece?...THINK. AGAIN. The Ghost Reaper has come to reap a heavy toll and you're on the list. So...Who wants to see what happens if you cross a Ghost and a Reaper then, huh?" Nova barked defiantly at the oncoming robots with the most gleefully insane 'slasher' smile creep up on his face at the thought of hacking those machine opponents apart. Gripping the handle of his blade tightly his wings unfolded widely, he prepared himself as the robots made the final approach.

"Well, this is it...Here we go Nova." Nova spoke to himself with a tone of finality in his voice.

Pulling out his firearm he began firing on the robots just as they began entering his sight, aiming carefully so to not hit the bomb itself and end up prematurely dead. Sure enough the robots began running at Nova covering the small group of robots pushing the bomb, they fired all sorts of munitions at him trying to get a bead on the threat that was picking them off. Nova fired off rounds before putting the firearm away, launching himself into the robots he left them no time to counterattack. He slashed apart two robots and impaled another behind him, pulling the blade out of the dead robot. He swung around and stabbed another clean through the torso, cleaving it in half before another landed a series of solid strong punches into Nova's sides. These robots were deceivingly strong as Nova felt like an automatic jack hammer just slammed into him, in retaliation he leaped up and cut the robot down the middle then ducked as another tried to do the same thing.

"Bad idea friend." He smirked mockingly at the robot before punching the robot into the wall using his wrist blades, leaving nothing but crumpled wood and metal after the impact destroyed the robot's head. He sprinted into another group of robots tearing, stabbing, blocking then parrying, slashing, hacking them apart, but with each group he fought they kept landing successful blows on the armoured pegasus. Nova spotted the bomb carriers behind the large group of robots, he would have to cut through them to reach the bombers but his body was being pushed into overdrive with all the effort he was putting into the fight.

He was literally breaking his body to fight these things, "Alright, I see how you wanna do this...Alright, let's do this. I'm gonna smash you all. DIE CLANKERS!" He yelled as he sprinted into the robots slashing ahead of him to clear a path to the bomb. As he kept going further and deeper into the robot horde his health was dropping at a steady rate as the robot kept striking him repeatedly before Nova struck back at them. Nova just kept pushing on with a steelly determination and willpower to carry on.

He couldn't get a clear shot on any of the robots that were pulling the cart, his health dropped down to halfway while still waist deep in robots. "Out the way!" Nova yelled to a Spy bot who was blocking him from getting to the synthetic bomb crew, Nova swung at the spy bot who blocked the Pegasus's blade and swung a knife into Nova's arm cutting a deep gash into it. Recoiling from the pain Nova stumbled backwards a step before carving the Spy bot in pieces. "Stupid pile of metal." Nova venomously spat at the now fallen imitation of him, he was almost dead at this point with only one clear goal in mind. To stop that bomb crew from delivering it's deadly payload. Continuing onwrds he located them just a few metres away from the drop zone, "Oh no you don't!" Nova yelled using the last bastions of his energy to deny the robots their victory as he used his blades to bludgeon the bomb crews to death.

Exhausted, bloody and covered in gashes, dents, cuts and all sorts of injuries he slung himself against the bomb cart and dropped his sword after he used up all his medical supplies sometime during the first stages of his attack. Nova began drifting in and out of conciousness refusing to allow the darkness to claim him. Not now, not today. She's waiting...

[LionelDarkheart]

Swift Wind turned around, seeing Nova collapsed and bleeding. [colour=#008080]"Oh no!"[/colour] he said.[colour=#008080]"Stand still, I'll try and help you."[/colour] He pulled a red-and-yellow drink out of his saddlebag, labeled "BONK! Atomic Punch," and looked at it for a minute. [colour=#008080]"I never tried using this on somepony else... but it's my only shot! I'm not having someone else die today!" [/colour]Swift Wind held Nova's mouth open and poured the liquid into his mouth and made him swallow it. In a few moments, the radiation particles attached to Nova's cells, giving him incredible energy and stopping the bleeding. He turned around, and heard a loud CLANK! He looked up above to see a giant, gruff pony with a rocket launcher that glowed blue. [colour=#008080]"Oh no, oh no, oh no... GET UP! GET UP!"[/colour][colour=#000000] he yelled at Nova.[/colour] He knew that if his companion didn't survive, he'd be left to fight a giant robot all alone...

[Kirby Krackle]

Tinker Tailor was in agony. Near as he could remember, this was the first time he was shot with something that wasn't water, marshmallows, Styrofoam, a suction cup or a rubber band. Though, to be fair, taking a rubber band to the eye is no laughing matter. This particular wound even more-so. His blue coat stained red, and getting redder by the minute. Vision began to blur and his legs started ignoring the orders to stand. His worst nightmare has finally come to pass. "[colour=#ff00ff]Sweet Celestia... I'm a tomato![/colour]" Or the lack of blood flow to the brain was unhinging a pony already half way there. "[colour=#ff00ff]Well, momma didn't raise no ketchup packet! I'll salt their sugar if it's the black thing I pepper![/colour]" And then he threw up more blood. The clock was ticking fast for him. Shaking hooves grasped his trust rifle, took a wobbly aim and let his rig's sensors do the actual work. In a flash of red light, the Exit platform to his Teleportation machine was right where he needed it to be, under him. One more flash of light and he was back at the base camp, far away from the actual shooting. Peace. Which was almost as dangerous, tempting him to just fall asleep and let Luna take him.

"[colour=#ff00ff]GAZPACHO[/colour]", he screamed defiantly, whipping out his plans for the Dispenser and worked as his life truly depended on it. In no time at all, the basic model was up. Upgrading could come later, but right now, he simply bathed in the warm glow of the magic heal box thing. True to the instruction manual, his wounds patched themselves under this light, spitting out the slugs that punctured lung. In just a few moments, the Unicorn went from critical to bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Time to work on a second Sentry.

[LionelDarkheart]

Swift Wind looked down at Nova, sighing. He had no idea how BONK! Atomic Punch would affect a pony who's never used it before, since it was genetically engineered for multiple uses. [colour=#008080]"Looks like I'm taking down a giant metal hunk 'ajunk on my own," [/colour]he said. As he ran towards it, he heard the sound of beeping, and looked up to see Tinker Tailor. Not wanting to postpone the task at hand (hoof?) any longer, he simply yelled words of encouragement at him before recontinuing his charge: [colour=#008080]"Keep it up, pal, we gonna need all the firepower we got!"[/colour] With that, he turned back to the giant robot, who was nearly to the dropoff point, and pulled out his baseball bat and ball. He steadied his aim, and when the metallic monster dropped, he threw the ball up and swung as it fell. [colour=#008080]"Batter up!"[/colour]

Sure enough, the ball hit its mark, but it worthlessly bounced off. However, Swift Wind could notice the robot slowing down a bit, as well as a large skull and crossbones above his head. Seeing this as a vital opportunity, he yelled [colour=#008080]"Hey, Gears up there! Start shootin'!"[/colour] to Tinker Tailor, who was busy constructing a second death-machine thing. [colour=#008080]"Tell my family it was a quick death, for me, will ya?"[/colour]

He charged at the robot, wasting no time. He pulled out a necklace with a picture of another pony on it, looked at it while he ran, and cuffed it in his hooves. The scattergun he held was glowing by the time, and he knew what that meant.

[colour=#008080]"HEY! TIN CAN!"[/colour] he yelled to the giant robot, who turned to him and started firing rockets. Swift expertly and easily dodged them, but they became progressively harder. [colour=#008080]"I'm sendin' you back to the scrapyard, one way or anotha!"[/colour]

[korok132]

On her run back to the front lines, Janice noticed a figure on the ground that wasn't a horribly mangled robot. It was a severely injured Nova with another pony running away with a wooden baseball bat. And that second pony was running straight into rocket fire from a massive version of the ponies that had shot rockets at her earlier.

He was going to need backup. [colour=#ff8c00]"'Ey! Watch out for da..." [/colour]The newcomer easily dodged the rockets coming at him, and returning fire with what looked like a similar weapon to her own, yet his was glowing. Glowing gun or no, an extra gun was always a good thing against robots. Taking another route, Janice ran around the shed where they were bunkered in before to try and flank it.

[colour=#ff8c00]"Ding dong! Special delivery for ya!" [/colour]Janice open fired at the back of the metal pony with her scattergun. The robot turned to face her and started firing rockets back at her while continuing it's march forward. Expecting it this time, Janice was untouched as the rocket exploded a few feet to her left, just where she was standing moments ago. [colour=#ff8c00]"Dat all ya got, ya big bucket a bolts! I ain't gonna lose dat easy dis time!"[/colour] She yelled defiantly, pumping the reload switch as fast as she could. Come on, he's almost down. Just a little more, and we win.

[NovaArkwing]

Nova felt his life slip away into the darkness that advanced in the corners of his mind, slowly consuming and taking him away from this plane of existence and into the next. He took a look at his wounds as he left a trail of blood which led to his shattered form, the redness was replaced with a crimson to black-ish shade as he lost more blood. It wasn't until another pony arrived and started mending him with some sort of energy drink, that he thought that was it. Afterwards he began recovering slowly but surely feeling the effects of the drink inside him repairing his body, but was still immobile while his body mended and unable to help the others fight the robots back.

He was stuck there. He was a sitting duck and an easy target for any robot wandering by to get at the others. In his helmet's comms system he heard someone's voice calling to him, urging him to get up and fight back. The voice was recognizable and the tone suggested that the person on the other end was highly emotional after witnessing what looked like Nova's death. but the static made it somewhat difficult to make out what was being said "[colour=#00ffff]NOV-[/colour]*static*[colour=#00ffff]-ET UP,[/colour] [colour=#00ffff]YOU HE-[/colour]*static*[colour=#00ffff]YOU CANNOT DIE THERE THAT'S AN ORDER! [/colour]*static*" the rest was static but it made Nova smile as he was hearing the voice demand the order, he began to mobilize his once motionless body and eventually stood up. "Order received, I'm moving now. I ain't going anytime soon." he grunted with effort as he picked his sword back up while competing with his regenerating body to move.

He eventually reached the front line ready to fight alongside the others, he noticed the large robot they were fighting and organised his armoured attire. Announcing his presence to the robot in a taunting gesture he shot a round into the robot's head and weakened it for the others.

"'Ahem', Gentlemen." Nova smirked dangerously pointing his blade at the robot ready to fight.

[Kirby Krackle]

Working under pressure had always been a specialty of his. Plus, there was the beeping. These tiny noises are ever present in his workshop, his kitchen, his bedroom, pretty much everywhere in the house. It's soothing. The beeping, in this case, was strangely ironic. Beeping meant the busywork of machines. Good machines, like the Mane Co. standard issues. Bad machines, like the waves of killbots sent to destroy them. It was with this contradiction, in the midst of this chaos, Tinker Tailor found his zen. The usually manic pony's focus was that of the laser he used to aim the fire of his sentry gun. He heard not the roar of the weapons around him, the thunderous stomp of giant metal hooves, or the desperate cries of his allies. There wasn't even a song in his head. There was just beeping.

Magic kept the Wrangler aloft, his eyes keen on the little red dot projected on the shiny metal chassis. Manually, with no vision to guide him, he kept his weapon maintained by memory alone. What parts needed realigning, where to slide the new cases of ammunition being dispensed, how to set his wrench, everything. Tinker Tailor knew every last detail. He was one with the firepower that was tearing into the giant. Beeping be praised.

[MikiSanji]

(Do you mind if I join in? I can be a Pyro or a Demomare if you want)

[Kirby Krackle]

(Whatever you like, really! Just please refer to the OOC thread. There, you can post an application for the new character. Race, class, background, personality and, most importantly because this is TF2, HAT.)

[MikiSanji]

A small pegasus muttered to herself, driving a "Relinquished" cab. As she got out and streched her wings, putting on her mask, she heard the sounds of fighting.

"Knew it, You're late!" a inner voice spoke to her.

"[colour=#ff0000]Miki, stop being annoying."[/colour] she spoke aloud, answering the voice unconsciously.

Oh, the things she would burn.

She unleashed a jet of flame on the huge robot, seeing a few other ponies and a Griffon fighting it, as well as another Pyro. Hopefully the colours meant nothing, as she was apparently a minority in her blue uniform.

[AirForceBrony]

Dead eye slowly opened his eyes from his short cat nap. He heard all of the sounds going around. He quietly muttered to himself as he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lit one. He took his sniper rifle and started loading it, quickly searching for a remotely safe place to pick the targets off from the farthest distance possible. He sat down in the darkness of what seemed to be a small cubby hole, readied his sights, and started to observe the area. His breathing slowed, and the ashes slowly fell from the cherry of his cigarette down to the ground. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, and put it out, so that the light doesn't attract any unwanted attention. He remembered his SERE training, which proved very useful in his marksmanship, "let the enemy come to you" his eyes frequently looked over to the entryway to ensure nothing tried to surprise him. He took a single, deep breath and rested his cheek down onto the butt stock of his rifle. He didn't utter a word, or move a muscle. He was quiet. It was only him, his rifle, and the bullet he was fixing to fire into the enemy's head. He saw some movement in the distance, a metal pony. He took another deep breath, held it, and fixed the sights onto its head.

"I've got you now ya little..." BANG!!! The round traveled into the metal pony's head and blew it clean off its shoulders. But now time was short, he had to get to another point without being seen before the area was crawling with the bots. He crawled out, drew his machete and sprinted off to look for a new point.