Push and Pull, Give or Take (COMPLETED)

Brank Namek
With both the teams prepared, they were beckoned back towards a lower type of hangar through a relatively cramped elevator which chugged along surprisingly smoothly for the heavy industrial feel of the structure. The elevator appeared into a large hangar, not too dissimilar to the one that you parked your ships in, occupied with a few more BESOL employees that went around doing their tasks, almost all of them with some kind of bizarre augmentation that aided their work as much as made them interestingly weird.

Besides the ship, your Bio-Suits, as promised. They were larger than your bodies and opened like a gaping maw exposing a soft interior of some kind of pink-ish fabric, the external was made of the white plates similar to many other things, a BioMetallic analogue to metal or steel? You climbed onto the suits like the usual exoskeleton, they comfortably housed even those wearing armor already. They enveloped the whole being in an embrace, squeezing hard at the joints and then releasing as it completely sealed off the exterior, cyclying its own atmosphere with a device that was clearly not made by BESOL, but still was integrated into the suit like a tumor that jutted off the back.

You boarded the BESOL transport. It was a ship no bigger than 100 meters long, with large cannisters hanging off its sides. What it transported was of little matter to you, but you found your temporary stay in an internal atrium, its bottom retrofitted with a gate that could be opened with the push of a button, and a small screen that displayed the outside world amidst a mess of thick black cables that pulsated and enamel-white plates. The ship lifted off the ground, hovering, and then bolted off the hangar with haste, for the rains drew nigh.

After the initial strain of keeping oneself afoot at the rapidly accelerating vehicle, you could look through the monitor to see the outside. Underneath the white and black mountainous ranges of clouds pierced through by the large towers was a world immersed in darkness. There was no rain yet, but the expansiveness of the seas was darkened as the sunlight was blocked by the thick black clouds. Sudden thunderbolts lit up the landscape and revealed agitated seas as winds likely blew heavily outside in preparation for the ungodly downpour, the thick and black mist that hanged above the whole planet only got denser and denser as they approached the tower.

Their objective of infiltration was initially a small strand that pierced the sky far away, as it drew closer they saw it not too dissimilar to the one they just left. A massive foundation manifested out of the agitated and corrupt waters,rising from the center was a thick tower, easily passable as a space elevator if this was another planet, but alas, just the standard living block for this planet.
You drew closer.
The space amidst the enamel plates painted with dark red symbols became apparent, an amalgam of black metals, tubes, and various devices, dishes, and struts that jutted outwards, broken by a singular disturbing sight: A large eye with a deep black iris that watched the ship as it came, underneath the whites were tiny ducts barely visible. The cyclopic eye watched the ship with intent, it did not dwarf it with size, but its presence was frightening, to see such a familiar organ in such a displaced location was unsettling, as the whole place was.

Then, the camera grew a bit obfuscated. Then a bit more, large globules accumulated on its surface: Droplets. It had begun. The hatch underneath your feet receeded and revealed the seas underneath you, besides the large foudation, a barely visible but gigantic pipe was apparent, rising smokes from the base were quickly dissipating on the winds and the incoming drizzle, soon to be rain. It was now or never to jump.

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The descent is from a great height. About 2 kilometers above the monolithic foundations of the building, the pipes are visible but a hard part to land on directly, you jump out of the ship amidst the soft sounds of starting rainfall, as the large eye closes itself in response to the rain. You are thrown into freefall and the world falls into silence, occupied by nothing but the softest hints of wind brushing against the large BioSuit.

Then impact, You hit against the water with might, and are blown back into the soft cushioning of the suit. The suit inflates in response and absorbs a good portion of the shockwave, water raises in a splash and you quickly sink down and down, dragged by the bizarre viscosity of the liquid, not quite as fluid as expected but much more fluid than it appeared. There is no trouble, even in the agitated seas, in rising up towards the lip of the pipe, as the water slowly rises to meet it.

The rain accentuates more, what was a drizzle once you dropped is now full rain, the towers in the distance already occulted by the drops. You are wiser than to see how much stronger it'll get, as such, you run down the pipe with haste and make way into the inside of the factory. As you progress down the pipe, the rain besides you only grows louder and louder in volume. A piece of scaffolding allows you to descend deeper into the pipe, as an automatic gate bars the water from venturing deeper with you with its bluish metal teeth. Despite the safety of the gate, the rain can still be heard from outside.

The scaffold opens up to a tremendously large atrium, square pillars rise up to a high ceiling that you came from, dissapearing into the darkness. It must be one of the water reservoirs, empty as promised. Far away, machinery seems to unfold from an opposite wall, slowly stretching itself into the large atrium and spraying all walls with a substance. The rain outside is thunderous even in here, and the machine doesn't seem to follow any particular security functions.

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The machinery continues its toil as though you weren't there, unaware of your presence as yet from now. They crawl on metal railings that extrude outwards from the darkness in telescoping manners, carrying a bulbous bulk amidst the center spraying cones of content onto the dry wall.

The droplet of liquid falls atop the man's head. Nothing happens. Perhaps the dangers were overstated, or only towards the beings crafted by BESOL? It quickly nestles within the scalp.

The suits flop downwards at the floor, flaccid from the strain of the impact, as well as by design of their expendable nature. A putrid smell fills the air, a mix of what smells like gasoline and an acrid stench, sizzling from the suit in thin wisps of white content. One'd presume that it was the liquid doing its work, already eroding the suits away from exposure.

The atrium lay ahead of the group. Towards the machinery's direction was an access shaft that went upwards. This large holding area was for the coolant liquid, and would not be filled for a few hours, as the machinery went into dormancy for the next industrial cycle. You are reminded of the existence of the rain, the booming only grows louder, the ground underneath your feet trembles from the cascades of water hitting the sturdy foundation of the monolithic tower, yet it doesn't seem to relent, only growing louder and more violent. At this point, you get the impression that being under fire would be preferable than crushed by the weight of this violent rainfall.

Time was of the essence. The group needed to get moving now, or risk internal security catching them idling within the tower before they were even close to the laboratories, which, according to the map, were a few hundred meters almost directly upwards.

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You invade into this bizarre production space, moving silently through the large hallway of white machinery, reaching the consoles quickly. Closer now to the vat, you see the shape is humanoid, like the others along the tunnels that bore diagonally downwards, but likely of special importance. A plaque at the base of the vat reads, in BESOL's language, "Chromatic".

"Damnit, alright. Keep the connection stable, I will see what I can do, their computation has architecture that I'm not too familiar with." - Azel says, then, she moves onto the consoles together with Aileas. The rest of the human group scatters around the place, trying to find ways to keep them both secure.

The BioMechanical micromachinery deconstructs the scapel and infiltrates the bloodstream, its action is minute enough so that the nervous system doesn't detect small quantities. That is why, when one of the humans peers over the diagonal tunnels, the soot that's built atop his head from the single droplet percolates into the outside of his brain, sending him into shock. He convulses, his torso flung forwards, loosing his grip onto the ground he falls obliquely within the hole in a loud clang, dissapearing within the darkness.

Azel turns around, almost immediately noticing the missing group member and looking at the diagonal abyss. One of the others scurries over and looks downwards. she shouts: "Was that Nereas? Shit, we gotta see if -- She is cut short as two loud noises like gunfire explode from the abyss, the man that peered over the hole vanishes from where he stands, now finding himself dead and pinned to the ceiling by two large orange metallic spears with symbols at the ends. The room is submerged in a deep red, and the cacophony of an alarm rings out.

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Azel is distracted by the speed at which her men fall. She looks at the console, full of what could almost be described as gibberish to her. She looks at her group, now reduced to six members, showing orders:

"YOU TWO! Come help me open this thing. The rest WORK WITH AILEAS!".
She bolts from the console, disconnecting her equipment, as she realises that there's little chance of hacking the thing open before more enemies show up. Two of the mercenaries dash towards Azel, and the three gather around the large tube, they inspect the sides and soon find connections, taking their weaponry to the joints, they start prying the tube open, the green liquid leaks through the small gaps.

Meanwhile, the other four gather around Aileas, turned towards the hole. Two of them mustered small sideweapons, while the other two acquired larger weaponry from within their backpacks and suitcases, some kind of advanced heavy assault rifle, brought in the case of a situation just like this.
The other holes, and this one too, started to close, large white slabs ran across, meeting at the center with metallic jaws. The spears atop, nailed to the ceiling, moved, and darted towards the closing hole, pulled in by forces unseeing. A loud boom echoes from within, again like gunfire, and the spears are caught midair by a moving shape, which perches hanging upside down at the ceiling.
Their foe presented, it moves side-to-side, almost like a spider, clicking the members that jut from its head, and observing the group with a multitude of small red eyes. It holds the spears within four large arms, which twitch from target to target on the group.

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The readies one of its arm, pulling it back as if ratcheting it, and as soon as it is about to be thrown, a loud thud echoes from underneath, its arm flings wildly and the spear goes amiss into the ground.
The second arm targets the perpetrator, one of the men on the ground readied a large energy weapon, he aims again to fire it again before Aileas barely manages to cut its other arm off at the tip. The spear flies off and hits the man in a glancing blow.

The creature jumps back with surprising speed again, leaving Aileas behind.

Meanwhile, Azel strains again the plexiglass of the vat, with a final combined push, it flies off the slanted surface and the thick liquid pours from it into the ground.
The figure inside is humanoid but severely reduced, a tangle of strands of organic-like matter makes its rough sillouette. Azel does not think twice, the men that helped her charge towards the wall and plant a large breaching charge, before she musters up bizarre injector gun and shoves into the humanoid figure.
The gun extracts a small ammount of material and stores it, the charges go off and thread a hole into the thick wall of the room, revealing the path of escape.

"FALL BACK, WE HAVE TO HEAD TO EXTRACTION" She yells before bolting for the hole, only stopping to shoot the large bug-like guard that Aileas fights, the subcalibre rounds inneffective.