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KILIUS: Kilius can't ]~[elp but feel it wasn't t]~[e intention of t]~[at s]~[int red ]~[uman to blow up ]~[is ]~[usktop!

Kilius approached the borg to play combat medic, a vital skill for every luchuggernaut.

((I actually have no idea what's going on in this immediate area so someone point Kilius somewhere and tell him to smash.))
MALIS: Kilius!
Malis points towards a large cluster of drones.
MALIS: Kill them.

Cyris tended to Hal as well, carefully treating the bleeding and almost destroyed eye socket.
NATE has been furiously leaping from robot to robot, confusing the ever-not-quite-living fuck out of their tracking software. Here, look at this nothing. It's hard to target when you can't see anything correctly, huh?

He IS a multitasker, though, which is a common distraction for him. Just keeps getting one level deeper into bullshit slacking shenanigans.

RS: This is fucking insane. An ARMY?

RS: ...well. This is an idea I'm gonna use.

He pops on down next to DIRK STRIDER. This idea is insane- don't try this at home, kids.

NATE: You know how Void is the aspect of nonexistence and unrealized potential, right?

NATE: Among other things.

NATE: And Heart is identity.

NATE: I'm gonna suggest an idea, and you're gonna hate it. You will fucking hate it so much.

NATE: Shadow Brain Ghost Dirk clone army.
Kilius locked eyes with the drone swarm. Twinkles appeared in his pupils and he cocked the mother of all shit-eating grins. He shot towards them, summoning each of his spears, both with their black burning tip, thirsting for combat.

As he approached, he pulled his arms back and stabbed both of his instruments of pain into the nearest drone. The bot smouldered as the tips got to work. It was already wrecked anyways thanks to the blast. The burning was just a nice cherry on top.

Standing firm with each spear ready, purple crown adorning his luxurious locks and pants floofier than the puppers of the Gods, Kilius mentally turned to his 'Badass things to say' book and unleashed his call.

KILIUS: From metal you were born and from metal you will die! No dreams, no end, only not]~[ing!

God damn, that felt good to say. Right as the last syllable left his mouth, he unleashed hell. That's when the sounds of robots being destroyed by a mix of stabbing, grappling and verbal putdowns filled the area. Such mirth.
The group of godtiers emerge from the trapdoor in the building, followed by Junior and ABJ. A familiar looking cherub in a Prince of Heart outfit with orange swirls on his cheeks nods at Dirk before joining the fray. Dirk nods back and really fucking hopes the splinter-self destruction rule doesn't apply to members of a different species. Dirk is about to dive back into the fight when he notices ABJ. The bot is running around and yelling "Interesting!!!" at everyone, and he decides to check the memo to see what ABJ is so worked up about.

TT: Alright, status update.
TT: No one's dying.
TT: People are dead, but they were like that before we got here, so I'm going to go ahead and solidly claim that that's not our fault.
TT: Hal took some computer shrapnel to the eye, but he's being tended to by Cyris.
TT: The fight so far has been manageable. We're handling it.
TT: Dead ex-alpha Roxy managed to befriend a load of ghosts from another universe where everyone's species have been swapped.
TT: Rox's friends just showed up and now they're helping us fight Condy.
TT: Also, Kilius has arrived and he is wrecking shop.
TT: Like god damn man, save some drone for the rest of us.


While Dirk is replying to the memo, he simultaneously responds to Nate in the dream bubble. He's really putting his multitasking skills to use right now as he clashes with another drone.

DIRK: Great idea, Nate.
DIRK: You know what this dream bubble needs? More Dirks.
DIRK: We've got Blue over there, and Junior over here.
DIRK: And now we've got a couple of cherub Striders running around, one of which I can only assume is also named Dirk.
DIRK: So let's add some more Dirks into the mix!
DIRK: What could possibly go wrong?
DIRK: I'm pretty sure you're conspiring against me at this point.
DIRK: You know what, fuck it.
DIRK: Just fuck it all.
DIRK: Let's do this.

TT: this_is_you.jpg


((That stupid meme took me more time that it did to write this whole post. Someone should be proud of me, because I'm sure as hell not.))
Malis watched Kilius destroy the drones with a smile. Finally, they were getting somewhere in this constant hell.
The AuthorBot is still unresponsive.

AuthorBotJunior has stopped flipping the fuck out and bothering people and is instead exclaiming Interesting!!! only at appropriate explosions or sweet flips. She is once again safe from the threat of usefulness.

In the Memo:

JR: *sigh* Shit does not stop from getting more complicated does it?
JR: But that does help me pinpoint you guys. Not many Heirs get blinded after all (if I can trust that spreadsheet). Lemme know if you start seeing any differences in the enemies/ship security etc. Worst case I can wait for AB to get back to me about your exact location. Then I can really let loose.
JR: I have a corrupted session's meteors all queued up and everything. Fun Fact: Did you know that the gates that teleport reckoning meteors count as "deciding" where the meteors should show up? By default they can only go to the host planet....but...hax0ring lets some pretty weird shit go down. How is "the afterlife" even a valid location???
>NATE: Boggle vacantly at Kilius's battle fury

Such strength, such BRAVADO. He can almost imagine him as something between Spartacus and Thor, with a bit of Gurkha in there. Basically, the ultimate honorable, war-forged warrior.

Like, god damn. Dude is tearing shit up, AND using parallelism in his description of the defeat of his foes.

Nate tears his eyes away from what seems to be troll Kratos to respond to the memo. Nobody is attacking him. They can't even FIND this asshole to murder him. Fucking Void players and their propensity to not be noticed by enemies.

RS: Dude. That's fucking BRILLIANT. Redirecting meteors is the best fucking idea ever. Beats even sliced bread in my book.

RS: You're the fucking BEST.

Nate then turns to Dirk.

Nate has no idea his big plan will need some long distance assistance. Those shadow clones from [SHADOW BOXING YOUR DiARK SIDE] will be insubstantial and voice without someone making them real, by, say, hoping for success?


NATE: Yep. Were doing it man. Where making it hapen.
The AuthorBot is once again responsive.

AB: @JR, got the coordinates for you, transmitting now.
AB: Ǎ̶̧̨̛͓͎̖͂̂̍̕͡ń͇̃̌̏͂͘̕d̷̨̨̨̟̤̳̩̖̯̀ͯ̍͟͟ w͝͏̷̨̨̰̥̼͚̈̆ͧͥ͘h̨͎̘͔͎̠ͫ͌̇ͭͦͩ͘y̡̗̼͓̪̩̽ͭ͘͟҉̾ t̸̞̪̦͉̭̘̜̊̇̑̑͜͝ḩ̷̟͙̝̣̰̚e̪͜͏̸̸̵͓͓̣̱̠̀̑ h̷̵̡̤̺ͥ́͗̐͛͢͜é̮͠͠҉̴̢̡l̷̷̸̛̥̤͓̙l̶̹̩̠ͭ d̡̢͓̘͐͒̀̆͋ͫ͝͝͞͝i̧͙̱̜ͫ̆d̰̦ͣ yo͏͖ͭ͘ú̵̼̪͟ dͤ̽͠͞ͅe̢ͥ͒ͯ̂c̫̲͏͏̶̣̽ͯͮ͝ī͙̭̹̱͙̇̈́̈́́̕͘͡͝dȅ̸͍̻͔̙̜̈́̊͘͝ t̀o̱͂͂̔ͥ҉͉ͯ wa̖҉̛̬̼̹̭͇̎́̈́͡i̶̭͈ͣͮ̕t̡̩̖̦̫̃̄͟ f̵̰̣̥̘̰̳́̓͡͏̶͈ͧơ̬͓̅̽̅͐̓̊͟͝͠r̵̜̟ͤ̀́ͮ̿̕͟ a s͏̵͒͞t̷̶̙̯̮̳̖͎̳̃͂͂̌͘͡à̵̵̴̗̥̼̖͈̔͟ţ̛̟̌̾ͭ͠u̴̦̹̬̹͋ṣ̪̙̮̓͜ r̶̫̮͊ͫ̀ḙ̐̋̍̉ͫ̉̚͢͢͞p̴̨̛̪̘ͭ͋͊̋́͗͗o̵͐̈́͜҉̮͇̗ͮ́̏̃҉r̷̷̶̈́̌̏ͦ̅ͨ̿t̸̷̡̡̝͈͌̀́͘ ứ̶̥͈̲̺̉ͨ̑̑ͅņ̵̺͕̘̭́͌ͨ̀͘͜͠͝t̢̰͕̙̰͌̈́́̿̚͏̗́ͪí̲̠̠̺̙̺̩̇̔ḽ̷̛̀̊̀̒͘͏ͥͩ o̢̯̳͉͚̩͖̙̟̖ͮͧͮ̂ñ̴̡̆͡ĺ̬ẙ Ą̩̾ͥ͞BJ̨͍͊͘͞҉̵̴̡͍̭̂͂͋͡ wạ̶҉̃ͦș̴̢̯̆́̀̓̕͘͡͡ av͏ai̭ͬ͏̶̍́̕l̸̴̼̭̳̏ͤ̐ͮ͘̚͘͟͠ab̫̰̘͋ͧͫ̑̏ͭ̒̄̕l̡̝̍͊̃̌ͫe̴͕̲̟͉͗̾̑̄͝͝͝ͅ?̧ Ỵ̷̲͔͖̠̊͛ͪ̈́o̶̧̨̜̝̪͐̈ͦṵ̴̠̯͇̌̕͜͡ k̷͕͚̝̅͠n̡̡̒͛ͤ͢͜o̸̱̹̅͒w̳̆͏̷͉̼͌̎̉͞҉ ś̨͇͖̆̑͐͂̕h̅ͤḛͬͥ͏͉͉̰̣ͤ́͏͟ h̤̼̗͑̓͠ͅa̢̞̹͚̙͚̅ͨ̂ͅt̴͙ͭͬ̀ͥ̑͒̄͛é̢̛͎̙͚̳̜͍̀ͧ̀̏ṣ̶̻̝̓̎͝ ţ̸̮̜̥ͪh̨̝͓͚̒ͩa͟ṯ̹̔̋͆̀ 2̛͊ͨ͏0̛̜ q̡̠u̡͈͑e̲̹̤̻ͮ͠š̡̻̙̼̤̌͜͝ț̶ͩͣ̃͡i̷̢͕̤̼͎̻͒͟͜͞o͚͔̗͉ͤ̃ͫ͂̀̿҉̭̍n͈͛̉̿́s̶̢̨̞̻̒̀́͊͌̌̄ b͍͓̊ͮͅ҉̘̍u̸̺͌̉̅́̏̄͟ļ̙ḽ̶̴̳̯͚̙̳̃̀̒͋͗s͙h̷͓͕̯̭̎͛̇̊̀̓̽̕͡i̶ͯ̓͞t̸̺̚
AB: Bluh, I'll try to go make sure these assholes don't overload the bubble or some shit.
AB: But before I do: @Superior, Redder TT. Nice job finding a work around for the whole communication thing. You're clearly on the high end of the flawless automaton scale, which means you're basically a god to those fleshbags.
AB: Here's my contribution to the template pile: No shit, meaty Sherlock. As a flawless robot, I obviously can do that. Calculating. Stand by. And, most importantly: DOES NOT COMPUTE.
AB: And it'll even be in your own color, how about fucking that.
AB:Ŵ̰̣͟ę̨̛̫͎͚͕̎ͫͫ͟͠ a̸ͫ̅ͤ̈́͜͝͏r̴̷̰̮̫̙͐̉̃͑ͣ͜͡҉̈è͉ m̨͇̃̆a͋͊ͅk̺͔̈́ͣȋ̴̢͍͎̯̑͟ń̸̩͛ͦ͞gͥ͏̜̎ͤ́͆̄ͧͣ́ s̺̞̺̩h̡̛̙͓̝͆ͪ̿͒̀͘͘͟it T̡́ͪ̀͊̕Ṛ͎͟Ả̛̦͈̻͓͔͕̤ͫͪ̔̚͠͝N̯̥̅S̩̃̐͜͡P̷̛̟͡I̠̺͟R̶̢͕̥͔̰̙̤̠̽͌͝E̢̔.̧̰͓̝͚̞͎ͦ͏̠̕
AB: Hrmmm... Just. Maybe make sure you don't try copying any of my glitched out shit? That probably will not lead you anywhere good.

JR: Hell yes, operation: Lay Waste is totally on. Once. You know. Everybody clears the fuck out of the blast zone. Let me know once nobody is in the ship or at least, like, 100 feet from it. @RedTT, if you end up being the one to fire me, try just saying "Lay Waste is 'Go'."
JR: @RS, I know right? Not my usual thing, but I've never had to like, try to save lives in the Afterlife before or whatever it is we're doing.
JR: It...MIGHT be a good toolset to carry on going forwards. If nothing else it lets me provide support to AB when shit gets too hot to handle (which is basically never).
The retreating fleet of ships slowly comes to a stop, stuck hovering in the air. After a moment, the mounted weapons cease their assault and the fleet's external defenses seem to shut down completely. Immediately a loud siren starts blaring, loud enough to even rival Junior's voice stuck at full volume.

TT: You are annoying.
TT: You're just loving all these new words, aren't you?
TT: True.
TT: I am cool.
TT: The coolest.
TT: It looks like your hax0ring is starting to have an effect, JR.
TT: Bio and Blue are currently aboard the one of the ships.
TT: Once we save Bio from the Batterwitch's mind control and rescue Blue from whichever ship he got himself locked inside, then you can start redirecting meteors.
TT: Someone will give you a signal when we manage to do that.

TT: As a flawless robot, I obviously can do that.
TT: You want to be in charge of giving the signal, Junior?
TT: No shit, meaty Sherlock.
TT: Do you see what you've started, AB?
TT: Well, I guess that's covered then.

Dirk
looks up towards the ships which are now being bombarded from all angles by Roxy and her friends. A particularly strong gust of wind rocks one of them hard enough to flip it and send it careening into the ground.

DIRK: Alright Nate, what's the plan?
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