Post by Rift on Jan 2, 2023 17:19:50 GMT -7
Miguel had managed to inch his way along without being noticed.
So far, so good. Now to deal with those shocking drones, he thought as he lowered himself down a strand of web and directly behind the control center.
Without hesitation he seized the lone attendant and smashed his face into the console, knocking him out cold.
"Lyla, do your thing. I need those drones offline as of yesterday. And if you see any other security measures I missed, make short work of them too. Bad enough we have 2099 weaponry floating around in here and plenty of bad guys willing to put it to use, the last thing we need is to find out that they have attack robots or something on standby."
His holographic assistant accessed the system and within seconds drones warbled, their photoreceptors flashing colors before going dark as they began to drop out of the air. If that wasn't signal enough to those running the operation that they had visitors, suddenly various cage doors flung open, releasing the genetically modified Freakers within. As lights faded to flashing red warnings and emergency klaxons started to sound, all hell broke loose.
"Sorry Miggy, but it appears the drones and the cage doors were all set to the same system. With one going down, they all did. But I'm sure it is fine! You deal with Freakers all the time back home!" Lyla said cheerfully.
The futuristic wallcrawler didn't have time to complain or scold the A.I. because a Freaker with a lobster like claw crashed through the control center wall and attempted to decapitate him with a single swing of the monstrous appendage.
"Uh, it's definitely go time!" he shouted into the comm as he leapt to the wall and began to web up the legs of his attacker.
If ever there was any doubt the would-be customers, all startled, began drawing weapons both modern day and futuristic alike.
"Oh dear, that's most unfortunate," the host escorting Punisher declared.
In the blink of an eye her overly positive expression was gone and in its place was a cold, dead stare that only a soulless machine could possess. Her arm opened up revealing some kind of weapon concealed within and instantly she and the others like her began to scan the room.
"Do not be alarmed customers. There is an intruder who will promptly be terminated so that business transactions may continue. Please do not open fire or we will be forced to add you to the list of organic troublemakers in need of culling. Also, thank you for your business!."
So far, so good. Now to deal with those shocking drones, he thought as he lowered himself down a strand of web and directly behind the control center.
Without hesitation he seized the lone attendant and smashed his face into the console, knocking him out cold.
"Lyla, do your thing. I need those drones offline as of yesterday. And if you see any other security measures I missed, make short work of them too. Bad enough we have 2099 weaponry floating around in here and plenty of bad guys willing to put it to use, the last thing we need is to find out that they have attack robots or something on standby."
His holographic assistant accessed the system and within seconds drones warbled, their photoreceptors flashing colors before going dark as they began to drop out of the air. If that wasn't signal enough to those running the operation that they had visitors, suddenly various cage doors flung open, releasing the genetically modified Freakers within. As lights faded to flashing red warnings and emergency klaxons started to sound, all hell broke loose.
"Sorry Miggy, but it appears the drones and the cage doors were all set to the same system. With one going down, they all did. But I'm sure it is fine! You deal with Freakers all the time back home!" Lyla said cheerfully.
The futuristic wallcrawler didn't have time to complain or scold the A.I. because a Freaker with a lobster like claw crashed through the control center wall and attempted to decapitate him with a single swing of the monstrous appendage.
"Uh, it's definitely go time!" he shouted into the comm as he leapt to the wall and began to web up the legs of his attacker.
If ever there was any doubt the would-be customers, all startled, began drawing weapons both modern day and futuristic alike.
"Oh dear, that's most unfortunate," the host escorting Punisher declared.
In the blink of an eye her overly positive expression was gone and in its place was a cold, dead stare that only a soulless machine could possess. Her arm opened up revealing some kind of weapon concealed within and instantly she and the others like her began to scan the room.
"Do not be alarmed customers. There is an intruder who will promptly be terminated so that business transactions may continue. Please do not open fire or we will be forced to add you to the list of organic troublemakers in need of culling. Also, thank you for your business!."