DrakeZero/DMX RP (Dead Space)

[DrakeZero]

"Thanks," Drake rolled his eyes as he reached for the rifle "makes me wonder why some of you engineer types just talk plan English-" Suddenly the pile of corpse exploded as a slasher appeared beneath them. Drake fell back as the slasher swept it's blade arms down piercing his right leg armor. "AGGGHHHH!: He yelled out as he pushed the pain back and pulled his cutter out. "Die die die!" Drake shouted unloading shot after shot into the slasher's chest. The head flying off followed by the arms causing the slasher to moan in it's final death blow, but Drake kept shooting into the dead creature. His eyes transfixed as the cutter clicked to signal the clip was done, but he kept pulling. Click, click, click.

[DragonMasterX]

"Shit!" Michael startled as the slasher ambushed them, he shot two hurried shots at the creature, missing once but complimenting Drake's blow on its right arm. When it was dead, Michael rushed his partner, "Drake! Drake! Hang on!" he said, dropping his cutter and grabbed the blade-arm that had been impaled through his leg, "Grrrr! Grrrrr!" he grunted, using all his strength to pull that sharp bone out of Drake.

[DrakeZero]

Drake continued to grit his teeth. The image of the slasher seemingly burned into his vision as he kept pulling his trigger. Click, click, click, he didn't even winch as Michael pulled the bone shard from his leg. Click, click, click, was this what Janet meant? That a person's mind would fall for these things. Fall into paranoia, and psychosis never to come back to reality?
Click, click, click.

[DragonMasterX]

"Graaaah!" Michael gave a final loud grunt, and with a splurt managed to pull it right out from Drake's leg. He knelt beside the fellow miner and grabbed him by the shoulders, "Drake! Hey! Come in, man! It's gone, it's already dead!" he tried, shaking Drake for extra effect, "Hurry, we gotta patch you up!"

[DrakeZero]

Drake blinked as his vision died and he could see Michael's mask looking at him. "Wha-what?" he stammered dropping his empty cutter as reality seemed to roll onto him in a flash. The slasher had faded and he winched feeling the throbbing pain from his wound. "Shit...yeah.....get me some med-gel." he said. "These things are fucking with us now...." he whispered. "That dam thing was playing dead. It was waiting for us. These things aren't beastly, they're sentient.."

[DragonMasterX]

"Calm down, we just were surprised, that's all. We won't let them get us, just... relax for now..." Michael nodded to Drake, uplinking his RIG's first aid unit with Drake's suit, administering some medigel from his own reserves to his partner's wound; Drake's suit immediately reacted to the compound and began regenerating his flesh wound, patched up the superficial one and repaired the techno-organic tissue of the RIG, "Stretch it out and try..."

[DrakeZero]

Drake struggled for a moment as he put pressure on his foot. The pain was no longer there as he stared down at the dead corpse. "Thanks." he said grabbing his cutter and the pulse rifle from the dead guards. He looked up to Michael and sighed once more. "Why don't you check the lockers. Maybe there is something there we can use." he said, he was still troubled by his near miss. He could feel his hand trembling slightly before he clenched it and ignoring the ever growing fear in himself.

[DragonMasterX]

Michael stood up and nodded to Drake. The lockers may have useful items. Most of them were under a special protected lock, however. He would have to derivate, but that would take too long; they didn't have the luxury of time right now.

Picking out the only accessible locker, Michael opened it and found a box, he opened it to examine its contents, smiling briefly as he turned around, "Look, it's ammo," he showed it to Drake, the box holding two large magazines of pulse rounds, "Go ahead. We'll put that weapon to good use now!"

[DrakeZero]

Drake cocked the rifle as it hummed with new rounds. "This shouldn't be too hard to handle. Probably be good for crowd control if we run into a group of them." he said clipping his cutter to his belt. "Alright....we should head to R&D now. If your brother is in trouble he needs us now then later."

[DragonMasterX]

"Right!" Michael nodded, dropping the now empty box and then reloaded his plasma cutter, suddenly noticing something of interest tied to a dead Class A miner's wrist, "What's this..." he softly said as he suddenly got his curious mode on. Michael knelt in front of the corpse and started twiddling with the unit straped to the guard's arm, he fiddled and worked it, eventually removing it, "It's a Kinesis Module... a fairly advanced one at that," he claimed, equipping it on his left arm and then looked over to a blocked locker, a toppled-over desk in front of it. Michael focused his line of sight on it and then activated the module as his hand held out in its direction, suddenly a tether of telekinetical energy lifting it off ground and pulled it towards Michael who smiled and held it off ground. "This may come in handy."