juststeverogers | Checking in (set after Halloween event)

"If you see the air shimmer, hit it. Some of them cloak. And don't squeeze their guns too hard, most of 'em are junk." Blaze keeps shooting as she talks, picking off a pack of shanks that are trying to skitter in between the abandoned shipping containers and loading machinery that serve as cover in here. "If it starts sparking badly just throw it at them."

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We're after a servitor - it's sort of a big round black floating computer. This one is especially big, which I think means it's especially important. I'm not sure if causing a ruckus outside its front door is going to lure it out. Steve, four-o-clock!

" A two-armed dreg's vaulting over a toppled forklift and aiming at the human soldier, trying to charge at him while a bigger vandal occupies him in front.

"I see him--!"

Steve will wonder at how familiar Fallen tech is to human guns later. For now, he's ejecting the clip from the rifle he'd grabbed and tucking it into a pocket. His shield's giving him cover from the gunfire in front. The sound of footsteps to his right grow louder and when the two-armed dreg is in reach Steve twists and surges forward. Slams the stock of the rifle into the dreg's face hard enough to shatter the gun.

Like Blaze though, Steve's not at his most effective at range. He charges the Vandal once the dreg is down, shoulder checking the Fallen and knocking it off balance. It's enough to let Steve stop hiding behind his shield for a moment so he can use it to batter the fallen again. Each blow from the edge of his shield crunches and breaks the armor and the third swing buries itself deep into the creature's body.

"Ugh." Steve rips out his shield and scoops up another rifle and gets back to work. On a battlefield at least, he's more than comfortable no matter where he is.

Blaze grunts approval when she hears the crunch of bone and armor behind her, the hiss of ether vapor from ruptured lines. She can't help sneaking a look back to see for herself. Steve knows his business. Means she can relax and enjoy the violence. But they're short on opponents: no more light troops are sneaking in, no big officers appearing with a fresh pack behind them. A cloaked sniper on the walkways tries a shot at her, twirling away when her return fire grazes them. She talks to Ghost while she and the sniper trade rounds again.

"Running out of targets, Ghost. Which way to the servitor?"

"

I've been tracking their readings, and I think there's a tunnel entrance southward. We didn't see it on the first sweep - maybe it's camouflaged.

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She nods, getting the better of the sniper with another short burst from her rifle. She turns to Steve and jerks her head down the long machinery-littered floor before she strides that way. She still doesn't know why he's here, but since he is she wants to find him an opponent worth the trip. Show the man a good time. "Want to come jump down a rabbit hole?"

"Well, that's one way to get a daily workout in."

Though a couple of goons and some mild gunfire won't have Steve out of breath that easily. He slings his shield over his back while taking a closer look at one of the downed Fallen. He's fought alien invaders before and these are at least not quite as smelly as the last batch. Significantly less dreadnought sized flying armored monsters, too.

Before he can get too relaxed Blaze is moving again in search of their target. Ah, guess there will be time to talk later. For now the soldier falls into step, grip steady on the rifle he's picked up off the dead. He peers down the crevice Blaze is pointing at with only the mildest bits of hesitation.

"Why?" His tone playful and a little challenging when he meets the Exo's gaze. "You afraid of heights or something?"

Steve takes the jump.

Behind the faceless visor, she blinks at him... and then her chuckle echoes down after him. She sounds kind of startled by it. A couple of seconds' margin, and she leaps in after him. The hole widens quickly, the walls uneven with embedded debris, concrete, rusted beams After about fifteen feet it bends and slopes the rest of the way down, cutting past steel plates and spitting Steve down onto the metal floor of a room littered with piles of Fallen supply crates.

He can hear the heavy scrape and judder of Blaze sliding down after him well before the Titan thumps neatly down on one knee, the dark tattered cloth at her hip flapping against her thigh. The moment she does there's a low clicking growl from the shadows. The air around them blurs as stealthy hands vault their owners over the tops of crates, sparks glittering along the edges of unseen blades. They're surrounded.

Habitually Steve's shield is at the ready, but there's nothing but supply crates as far as he can see around here. It had been dark in the hole a moment ago but even though they must be deeper still in the bowels of this derelict there's light once more to see by.

When Blaze emerges behind him Steve turns to speak up to the Exo. The clicking growl the moment he's turned away sets everything on high alert. Some of them can cloak. Blaze warned him about it. Wide blue eyes are staring at Blaze and Ghost for a split second before Steve makes his move. He slams all of his weight against the tail end of one of the supply crates, sending it screeching around sharply and catching a pair of cloaked Fallen offguard. Knocking them prone and visible on the ground.

There's your opening, Blaze! They need cover!

Blaze moves like she was expecting this. She opens fire on the dropped Fallen, a short burst for each before she pivots around. She's in time to catch a slash on her right arm from the cloaked vandal behind her. The crackling blade bites into her armored shoulder, but she swings the butt of her rifle around and down in time to deflect the other one swinging for her midriff. Before the would-be assassin can recover she lunges in with her left hand. Her fingers dig deep into the scavenged plasteel of his armor, his cloak flickering and failing.

The chuckling Titan ignores his lower pair of arms trying to grab at her as she hurls him into an empty-looking part of the room. He knocks into another hidden assassin as he goes; Blaze counts the red dots on her trackers, wheeling around to watch Steve's back as they both fend off another round of assault.

It's not the neatest approach, but now their attackers are nice and disorganized. The two Earth soldiers are in control, and the uncoordinated melee favors them nicely.

Steve doesn't have the benefit of a tracker the way Blaze does but what he does have are lightning fast reflexes and his shield. He's hurling it at the first shimmer he sees, knocking another three Fallen out of stealth that are quickly introduced hastily to Steve's fists in short order. He's skidding on his knees to scoop up the shield, getting it in front of his face just in time to block a blow before striking out with it again.

The shipping container gives another loud CLANG! as Steve hurls another fallen into the container hard enough to dent it slightly. He knows how to use a gun but this is definitely Rogers' preferred method of combat.

It's been several months since he's been able to cut loose like this and go all out properly.

With the enemy line in disarray and half the survivors still picking themselves off the floor, the pace of the fight has steadied for Blaze. There's a second of respite after one opponent falls, enough for her to glance at Steve. Take in how he's doing. It's the first time since his return she's gotten to see him fight for real. She's not disappointed. He's still bold, still the no-holds-barred scrapper she remembers from an alleyway. But now he has the mass and the skill to get away with it. He's already adapting to his four-armed opponents, never giving them a chance for a good swing of the blades in their upper hands.

The Exo glances at him more than once as they work their way through the last wave of attacks. At least until two come at her in a pincer formation and she has to bound forward in a hurry. Crackling Light surges through her fist and disintegrates the one she rounds on first. She's trying to cut back on giving free hits...

When things go truly quiet this time she gives the room a last hopeful sweep for stragglers. Ghost appears after a minute, scanning the places where her armor's slashed and smoking, making quick repairs. Pieces of broken blade crunch under her boots as she nods to Steve. She seems quieter than usual, but at least she's herself enough to tease, "Heh. Looks like you can back up your words after all, Rogers."

The quiet after the fight always comes suddenly.

When all Steve can hear is the beating of his own heart and the sound of his own lungs gulping in air in ragged breaths. He pulls his shield out of the armor of one of the Fallen and wipes a bit of grime off of it before turning to look back at Blaze. He's got the same face the bloody whelp of a man did looking up at her from the alleyway but he nearly reaches her eyes when he stands this time and gives an amicable shrug of his shoulders.

"Couldn't let you have all the fun." A quick glance to make sure Ghost is alright and Steve nods around at the mess they've made.

"So. Server..thing."

Ghost's swooped down to one of the dead Fallen: it looks like he's scanning it, or... doing something with that blue light, at any rate. Catching that look from Steve, he does a little spin to show he's fine, then looks at Blaze and disappears again as she gets moving.

"Right." Blaze heads for a darkened passage. Looks like the only exit, and she's taking the lead this time. "Looks like a big robotic eyeball. When we find it, keep clear of the eye-blasts and aim for the central 'pupil'. It'll use short-range teleports to avoid concentrated fire. And it definitely won't be alone, so stay sharp." The passage is tangled with exposed supports, irregular walls where whole sections have been torn out and stripped of the electronics beneath. There's a red glow from dull emergency lights still active beneath the litter on the floor.

"So what brought you- ah, hell." With a faint click, a web of laser sights has sprung to life, criss-crossing the narrow passage ahead with thin red beams. She can spot the tiny warning lights of mines in among them. "All right, back up a few paces. Should be safe to detonate these, but you'd better get behind me and your shield."

"Eye blasts? What's it shooting and what kind of spread are we talking?"

If it's accompanied by more of the same in terms of resistance Steve's pretty confident about clearing them out just fine. Might get roughed up a bit if he's soloing them, but it's not a real fight unless he's bled a little bit, right? He freezes when Blaze does, eyes narrowing at the dark passage ahead of them.

"Well, if anyone didn't know we were coming already, they will now." Not that the element of surprise is often on Steve's side, but it's nice when it's an option. He backs up several paces and crouches down behind his shield.

"Exotic particles, primarily. The bolts fly slower than kinetic rounds but they're about the size of a balloon, and you'll need at least a meter clearance to avoid splash damage. Servitors like to pick a good spot to target and pump out a barrage. Once you're out of the way that's a good time to take your own shot."

Blaze glances back, then picks a charge out by its motion sensor and shoots it. The targeted explosion triggers a chain reaction as the shock and shrapnel ripple both ways along the tunnel. Fragments of metal whizz past Blaze and bury themselves in her armor; one squeals across her visor and grinds an annoying scratch in its wake. She waits until the ruckus dies, leaving only the slow creak of stressed metal settling back into place.

"The Devils know how to target charges without bringing their own lair down," she remarks, surveying the haze of smoke and dust in the air before she leads them in. "Gotta give them that. Good thing we don't need to be subtle."

"I'm detecting a concentrated ether source nearby," Ghost pipes up so they can both hear. "That's what the Fallen feed on, and servitors produce it. I'd say we're getting close."

Several pieces of twisted metal go whistling past and more than a couple pling! off of Steve's shield before flying harmlessly off to one side or the other. Slowly Steve gets back to his feet, taking in the dust and smoke thick in the air.

"I'm impressed that didn't cause a cave-in." The soldier comments with a shake of his head before starting down cautiously through the dark passageway. Steve sees the flashes of purple light flickering at the turn in the passage before he sees anything outright. It's a giant mechanical eye, just like Blaze and Ghost described. Hovering a good four feet above the ground. He's struck by how unnaturally it moves, twitching it's 'gaze' back and forth erratically. Several of the Fallen are already swarming toward Steve's position and he retreats back safely into the darkness to wait for them.

They must assume their charges did the trick by how swiftly they file in. Steve waits until a group of them have passed him by before jumping out and slamming his shield into the back of one of the creature's heads. Between he and Blaze, the four creatures that have wandered in won't be around for long.

Blaze's attention is focused on the servitor as it pulls back and lets the dregs in. It's a big one, at least twice the diameter of the low-level models. Whatever its name and significance, the lesser Fallen are all too eager to throw themselves into the firing line for it, rushing in with hopes of finishing off a wounded Guardian or two. She can almost appreciate the gamble they're willing to take. Maybe their captain does too - or maybe it's the cold tactical sacrifice of the sacred machine behind them.

They learn their mistake when Blaze looms out of the haze to one side and Steve leaps from the shadows. Got you. The first in her reach gets a crushing blow to the face- but the second throws itself under her backhanded blow and rolls to its feet with a startled growl. They're untrained and shabbily armed, but they substitute a certain mad courage. that won't save this one when Blaze charges after it again- but it does have time to throw a sparking grenade beneath her feet. Blaze steps right on it.

There's a muffled bang, a dull crack; the surprised Titan's thrown forward onto the unfortunate dreg. Its howl of pain rings loud in her helm pickups as its armor shatters. Blaze swears - and does it again when she feels a blade being jammed frantically into her waist, the charge on it biting into her circuits. "Light-damni-ow!"

The blast leaves Steve's ears ringing--it's a damn good thing he heals as fast as he does or he'd be deaf and blind by now for how many blasts he's been entirely too close to over the years. He's slow to turn, too slow to react to the startled pained cries Blaze is giving. He's pinned to the wall of the cave in short order by two of the Fallen.

"Blaze! Steve!!"

The red dots are flashing in all directions in front of them. The servitor hums louder as it charges up the kinetic cannon. Steve sees a flash of purple light and jerks with all his might. It doesn't free him completely, but it does put the Fallen to his left directly in the line of fire instead of him. Steveand the remaining Fallen go flying back and crunch into the wall opposite, both crashing to the ground in a smoldering heap.

That was too close.

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Blaze doesn't hear her own painful grunt as she rolls off the dreg and gets her feet under her. Given the jolting, grinding feel when her weight comes down on that foot, that ought to be incredibly painful. But she doesn't feel it. Just the surging, empty feel of overloaded circuits on that side, alternately tingling cold and burning as individual subcircuits try to come back. She lurches around and pitches a grenade down the hall. It bounces onto the rubble before that robotic eyeball, detonating with a thundercrack and a flash of brilliant white light. Blaze has her head ducked away, but the left edge of her vision still turns fuzzy.

Doesn't matter. Neither does the fact the servitor's shell isn't even cracked. She can hear its disconcerted electronic mutters: the fire has stopped as it turns, dazed and blinded. IT gives her time to drop on one knee by Steve and his opponent. A plasteel fist closes around the Fallen's skull; lifts and rams it into the floor with shattering force. Then she turns to Steve. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah...yeah. I'm fine."

Steve can barely hear himself speak over the ringing in his ears. Everything feels numb and tingly as he lets Blaze pull him up to his feet once more. Scoop up the shield and shake his head once to try and get his bearings back in order.

"Close call, but I'm good. Let's finish this." He's picking up the Fallen's still crackling blade and looking between Blaze and the servitor now. When Blaze signals she's ready Steve's going to rush out and try to get behind the servitor and break it open with the blade in his hand. and if that doesn't work he's still got his shield. It may teleport but it can't move indefinitely and Steve is a hard man to dissuade. Seems to him the safest place to avoid those eye blasts is behind the damn thing, so. It's as good of a plan as he's got.

Blaze is glad to see he can stay on his feet - though she's not watching him as closely as the unseen Ghost. The blinded servitor has backed away, out into a larger room at the end of the tunnel. It's cluttered but at least there's more room to maneuver. The captain should just try to ignore all the yellow-white things skittering over the floor where they're kicked, because... they're human skulls. A great heap of them before a dais at the end of the room, smaller stacks around the walls.

A team of Vandals are leaping down from the walls to defend their servitor. Too slow to stop Blaze and Steve charging through them... although the Exo's slower on that bad foot. While Steve slides past the floating machine to stab it in the back, Blaze throws all her gathered Light and armored momentum into a crackling shoulder charge to the servitor's face... plate. By luck she hits square on the central eye and she's laughing now, as she rebounds and- her broken foot crumples under her weight. Agony shoots up her leg and the Titan goes down with a yelp. The servitor blasts her point-blank for good measure.

It's okay. Because now there are jagged cracks spreading over that purple-black shell, glowing molten with ether leakage. Blaze trusts Steve will make good use of those. She'll have to, because those vandals are closing in... and then their captain drops from the ceiling with a roar, right on top of the Titan trying to pull herself up.

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"Blaze!"

There's no time for Steve to break away at try to rush to the Exo's side. They can't take too many more of those 'eye' blasts, for one. For two, there's a whole wave of vandals and a bigger one descending on them with brutal efficiency. Steve hurls his shield into a group of vandals, taking a desperate pleasure in it ricocheting through the group and throwing them off. Hopes it will give Blaze enough time to recover while he grips the Vandal blade in both hands and charges the servitor for the last time.

The floating structure shudders back and forth unnaturally before winking out of existence yet again, but Steve can just barely follow with his eyes where it's moving to, materializing again and shooting another blast that only hits empty dirt as the captain leaps to avoid it. One of the deep cracks in the shell splits right along the top of the carapace and Steve drops like a stone onto it, burying the blade in the crevice with his entire body weight and momentum.

The sound of shrieking and grinding gears fills the room. Purple flashes of light and ether spill out but the servitor falls to the ground finally and grows still.

The sound of Steve's shield slamming into alien bodies heralds a desperately needed reprieve for Blaze. The Exo's just discovering her foot can't take any weight, Ghost urging her to fall back so he can heal her, when that captain thumps down on top of her. His mere weight doesn't pin the Titan down, however: she reaches back and throws him off as she rolls. He crashes down beside her in a swirl of his red cape. But he has four arms to catch himself with, and when she tries to rise again she gets the butt of his gun to the faceplate. For a few seconds it's a fast and desperate wrestling match: the Fallen officer too canny to let her get her footing, the Titan trying to get the upper hand before his subordinates join in-

And then the din of a dying servitor halts them all in their tracks. The captain looks up and howls at Steve. Alien though he is, his rage needs no translation. There's a tone there that sounds very much like loss. Perhaps despair. His troops seem frozen in place. Blaze is grabbing for her sidearm. She unloads half a dozen quick rounds into the Fallen's chest, bringing his shield down in a flash of blue sparks. He slams her bodily down and rolls free, cape snapping about him before he crouches and vanishes. The others follow suit and dematerialize after him.

"Oh, that was close. Is Steve all right? I- up high!" Ghost's relieved chatter turns to a warning abruptly as Blaze pushes herself to her knees.

There's still one vandal in the room. He perches on a half-collapsed walkway above the door they entered. The cloak that pools around him is blue; a pair of glimmering white blades rest easily in his upper hands. His helm has a thin visor, lit brilliant white. He's watching them very closely. Watching Steve in particular. Though once noticed, he simply says something short in his own tongue, then crosses his arms and vanishes like the others.

"Fine, I'm...I'm fine." Steve waves off Ghost's concerns as he bends to scoop up his shield but freezes midway and jerks his head up to glare at the remaining vandal well after it's decided to leave with the rest of its remaining brethren.

A silence settles over the area that in any world Steve knows the meaning of. The fight is over, at least for now. The soldier slings his shield over his shoulder before striding over to Blaze and pulling her up to her feet.

...Foot.

"Easy now. You gonna be alright there? I'm not a medic, Blaze. I can carry you out if I've got to but it's going to be slow going. Let's find whatever it was you two were looking for and get out."

"We can transmat back to the ship, and I can repair Blaze..."

"Yeah, it'll be... nngh. Fine." Blaze winces, even with Steve's support. This is the part where she remembers that she's by no means immune to pain, especially when she no longer has an immediate objective to distract her. She clips her sidearm back into place and gestures at the dead servitor. "Over there."

When Steve helps her over she sinks to her knees and pulls a couple of tools from a side pouch. The metal carcass in front of her is turned over and she gets to cracking it open. Ether spills everywhere despite her care to avoid cutting any more lines, the fluid pale and glowing softly. And then there's the fluid leaking from her shattered boot, until Ghost manages to swoop in and stem the flow. "Just got to dig out the good bits, heh. Parts of the processing core and ether synthesis unit. That kinda stuff. That was a hell of a job, killing this thing."

Blaze and Ghost have a second healer on hand on the ship anyway, though really Angel could have shown up at any time if Blaze had summoned her. She's probably busy cleaning Blaze's weapons for the Guardian while she's out on patrol.

Steve moves once Blaze settles to her knees and does whatever he can to help rip the servitor's casing apart. He can't get over the sharp scent of the ether but grits his teeth and continues to work at prying open the servitor for Blaze and Ghost to play around in to their hearts' content.

"Well, it's not why I showed up here originally, but how could I just walk away from something like this?"

"You wouldn't be the man I know." Her helm's faceplate betrays nothing, but her voice is warm. She hands Steve a couple tools to help jimmy the shell apart while she and Ghost gut it briskly. "The Fallen worship these things, you know. This one's on the small side for a full-blown machine god, but it looks like they were trying to elevate it. Good thing we put a stop to it."

She pulls out an ether-soaked component and sets it aside for Ghost to transmat to the ship. "Why did you drop by, anyway? Something we can help with?"

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