Steel Waste Chapter 274
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Afton upon hearing Mobius threat glances around to see if he was indeed being attacked by his 'dreaded' Robo-Scorpions. Though, judging by the lack of laser fire, he was safe for now.
To be honest, Afton wasn't all that confident that Mobius' Robo-Scorpions even existed... Surely he'd have been attacked by them by now, right?
Shaking his head, he refocusses upon the X-2 Antenna. It was tall with a bulbous, futuristic-looking head. Klein had already said they'd received the schematic, but Afton wasn't going to waste the chance to acquire more technology for himself.
He grabs the antenna and tears it out of the machinery it was plugged into, hefting it up and letting it rest on his shoulder while examining it with his inventory.
[X-2 antenna]
Strength req : 7
DMG : 65
Crit dmg : 23
Crit mult : 1x
AP : 22
Weight : 15
Value : 10000
Special : +50 damage against robots, +20 damage against power armour.
Hmm, it's pretty good if you consider the fact that this thing isn't actually supposed to be a weapon... He wasn't sure if [Uncivlized Weapon] would work on it, but even if it did, it was too big and unwieldy to use with any degree of skill. Plus the fact it looked somewhat fragile, not something you should be swinging around like a club.
He climbs down from the Antenna and heads back down the ladder where he'd come from. Once there he's immediately put face to face with a strange robot. "A Robo-Scorpion?" he mutters as he examines its back, it having not noticed him yet.
It was the size of a small dog, coloured in red and yellow paint and looks almost exactly like what you'd expect a 'Robo-Scorpion' to look. Its tail seemed like some sort of laser weapon, but its pincers looked as if they could crush rock if it wished...
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Afton wasn't intimidated though, how could he? The thing looked like a children's toy. He creeps up behind it and slams the X-2 Antenna on its back, causing a burst of electricity to explode from his weapon, the sparks spread to the robot with seized and started heavily shaking. Eventually that all stopped, and it was rendered a lifeless smoking pile of scrap metal.
"WHA!? Who attacked my Robo-Scorpion!" Mobius' voice sounds out from what he could only assume to be a small speaker on the robot.
Afton just ignores it and starts heading for the exit, pushing it open and coming face to face with hundreds of similar Robo-Scorpions to the one he'd just killed... With the exception that many were much, much larger, while some were smaller. "Oh, fuck..." he unconsciously says, feeling slightly regretful that he hadn't just allied with Mobius... If he was able to mobilize such a large force so quickly, who knows what else the 'good doctor' could do?
He slams the door shut and begins running down the staircase to reach the door he'd originally arrived through. Hopefully there wouldn't be an army of Robo-Scorpions waiting at that exit as well...
Afton arrives at the door and opens it slightly to see what was outside... And slowly closes it again upon seeing yet another army of Robo-Scorpions... "Well, fuck." he growls. He was trapped on all sides, he didn't know if he'd be able to fight off so many robots... Sure, if there were only a hundred or so he might have a chance, but thousands? Hell no!
Not wasting any time, he begins grabbing the dead Protectrons that he'd destroyed earlier and starts piling them against the doors. The Robo-Scorpions would probably lack the necessary tools to breach a barricaded building. It wasn't as if Afton was planning on leaving any time soon, so it was better to secure the building to prevent them from swarming him... If worse comes to worst, he could just hide on the roof... He sincerely doubted that the Robo-Scorpions could climb a ladder...
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Once both doors were barricaded, he started pacing around to think of a way to escape this situation... He didn't have enough ammo to snipe all of the robots from the satellite, so that was a no go... He'd probably get vaporized in a frontal assault... He doubted the Think Tank could do anything to help, so he wouldn't wound his pride and try asking...
Perhaps... He could try sneaking away? Sure both exits were guarded, but no one said anything about the roof. With his stats he might be able to survive jumping off of the satellite, but he'd probably need to do it during the night to avoid attracting attention.
Hmm, it will definitely hurt, but at least he'd get out of here alive... Probably.
Afton waits atop the satellite for nightfall to come, once it hits midnight he glances at the X-2 Antenna and the dead Robo-Scorpion. He'd try to take both, but he wasn't willing to carry them on the way down, so he'd just throw them off and see if it attracts the Robo-Scorpions attention.
He could still hear Mobius talking to his robots via the speakers, so he was more than aware of their positions... He sneaks to the west side of the dish and tosses the Robo-Scorpion off, along with the X-2 Antenna...
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Nothing. The Robots didn't seem to have noticed, good. He takes a deep breath and jabs himself with some Med X to prepare for the pain, along with readying some stimpacks. Once everything one done, he takes a running start and leaps off of the satellite dish, hoping the momentum would help him roll and take away some of the pressure...
He forces himself not to scream as the wind rushes past him as he plummets to the ground below.
*CRRACK!*
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