a.) questioning The assassin was next to a pair of Helpmates busy at work. He observed them with a mild expression on his face. No surprise there really though if one looked closely enough they might notice he looked thoughtful.
If these were the only things they were going to encounter here for the time being, maybe they could answer some questions. It was worth a shot.
"Excuse me," he said as he tapped one of the Helpmates on the...shoulder? head? whatever that shape was...to get its attention. "Can you help me for a moment?"
b.) malfunctioning The next set of Helpmates he ran into weren't quite as helpful. Instead, they were malfunctioning and dangerous. Why was all the technology they ran into always so malfunction-y? Right, because why else would they be around if not to fix such problems. Anyway.
47 took out a sword and swung it at the nearest bot. These things just weren't worth the bullets.
Time to cut down on the number of Helpmates in the area. Or convince him to fend them off until they were disabled by panel. Or even tell him to go turn them off. He was pretty flexible.
II. Wild Weather
The 'weather' phenomenon was mostly just a slight hindrance. Slight in that, thankfully, the SCAs seemed to be doing a decent enough job of warning about the trouble and steering them around it. Which meant mostly the 'storms' were annoying.
47 halted as his SCA beeped a warning at him and he looked around. He found a weird looking pipe that looked overtaxed--he raced to take shelter behind a wall a little further back on the path. From this safety, he watched as the pipe suddenly burst with a hail of icy slush that began to freeze everything it touched.
"Not going that way," he declared in what might have sounded like annoyance to someone else's ears.
47 | Red Team
a.) questioning
The assassin was next to a pair of Helpmates busy at work. He observed them with a mild expression on his face. No surprise there really though if one looked closely enough they might notice he looked thoughtful.
If these were the only things they were going to encounter here for the time being, maybe they could answer some questions. It was worth a shot.
"Excuse me," he said as he tapped one of the Helpmates on the...shoulder? head? whatever that shape was...to get its attention. "Can you help me for a moment?"
b.) malfunctioning
The next set of Helpmates he ran into weren't quite as helpful. Instead, they were malfunctioning and dangerous. Why was all the technology they ran into always so malfunction-y? Right, because why else would they be around if not to fix such problems. Anyway.
47 took out a sword and swung it at the nearest bot. These things just weren't worth the bullets.
Time to cut down on the number of Helpmates in the area. Or convince him to fend them off until they were disabled by panel. Or even tell him to go turn them off. He was pretty flexible.
II. Wild Weather
The 'weather' phenomenon was mostly just a slight hindrance. Slight in that, thankfully, the SCAs seemed to be doing a decent enough job of warning about the trouble and steering them around it. Which meant mostly the 'storms' were annoying.
47 halted as his SCA beeped a warning at him and he looked around. He found a weird looking pipe that looked overtaxed--he raced to take shelter behind a wall a little further back on the path. From this safety, he watched as the pipe suddenly burst with a hail of icy slush that began to freeze everything it touched.
"Not going that way," he declared in what might have sounded like annoyance to someone else's ears.
III. Wildcard!
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