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[b]"BUG"[/b] Shouted one of them as a shape dropped from the ceiling above. It landed on the center man smashing his body underneath.
It was roughly the size of a wolf but it appeared very much akin to that of a spider. Patches of flesh and hair floated on a bright liquid like interior that made the creatures shape. Each of its 8 legs ended in barbed spikes thay tore the man underneath apart as it moved.
From its mouth were it's fangs that seemed to drip with the same liquid that made up its body. And it's eyes seemed to shift in every direction because the were not normal in section eyes. Instead they were akin to those on a man but the whites were black and the rest red.
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The Inquisitor readied his Thunder Hammer. He ran forward and slammed the Thunder Hammer down, it's Power dispersing the beings molecular structure with the impact of itself. He slammed it down again, forcing it upon the ground with the powerful strike. He did it a couple more times, each time the bugs structure could not withstand the impact.
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The creature pops showering the surviving 2 men in its orange liquid. They start to scream as they catch aflame and the liquid burns through them like they are paper. One man falls forward into the pool of the things blood and his screams reach a crescendo before going silent as his face melts into the liquid. In places the blood burns hot enough that you can see the telltale signs of it flowing as it burns it's way through the decking.
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"Fücking Disgusting." He said as he carefully stepped over the pools of acidic blood. He hung his Thunder Hammer on his back in favor of his Psycannon as he entered the next room.
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The corridor beyond is riddled with evidence of the beasts. The metal was pitted and charred. In other places slag solidified as it dripped from the walls. More distinguishable was the distinct lack of any sign of trouble. There were no shell casings or even of bodily remains, human or otherwise. The corridor led into what appears to be a large tram station. With multiple wrecked or welded doors. One however sits at the ready. In front of it is a information booth.
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"Ambush waiting to happen..." he said as he walked to the Tram, knowing shit was going to go down.
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[i]"Tramway defense network operational. Please stand by for authentication scans."[/i] Chimes the electronic voice. [i]"Scan complete. Hello inquisitor. Direct Acess to the Thermal reactors requires 2 sets of security passes, I am unable to override the security lockdown."[/i]
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"Fine." He prepared himself.. "I COMMAND YOU IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR YOU INFERNAL MACHINE TO UNLOCK!" He yelled at practically nothing. Clearly this guy was either balls to the walls batshit crazy or just plain stupid.
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[i]"processing. Acess denied. Acess to the Thermal reactor requires the appropriate security clearances for a Class S event."[/i] the machine chimed. [i]"Would ypu like the status of the card holding persons?"[/i]
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"Yes." He said, as if he never just shouted at a machine. "I'm most likely going to have to kill my way to them though.."
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[i]"Acessing personnel data base... Dr. Lazarus Mendel. Status: Deceased. Area: Medical. Tram access: partial."[/i] [i]"Acessing personnel data base... Sgt. Mendoza. Status: Active. Area: Maintenance hall 76. Access: sealed. Processing next available route. Route established. Acess point in security checkpoint beta 6."[/i]
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"Can we route to Mendoza?" Said the Inquisitor, rather impatient.
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[u]"At once."[/u] The tram hums to life as it drops in free fall before jinking hard forward. A pict screen hums to life showing the outside as yoy Hum by. Exotic servators make repairs to the tram and dispose of the deamons bodies as they are brought down by the remains turrets.
