3842/The Drones in the Sky

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The Drones in the Sky
Date of Scene: 17 October 2020
Location: Triskelion - New York
Synopsis: The crew of quinjet 17 get on board the super-drone and take out the 1980s prototype AI rifle that caused this whole mess.
Cast of Characters: Bobbi Morse, Peggy Carter, Daisy Johnson, Clint Barton, Jessica Drew




Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Operations is on alert. The ocean sensor net has triggered. A vast array of buoys passively monitoring the coastline of the USA owned and operated by the NAVY but by treaty, accessible by SHIELD. The section leading toward the Triskelion indicates a very large submarine of some kind approaching.

    "I want visuals people," Fury says with a look of displeasure on his face.

    "Sir!," says an Agent as the object starts to surface. A large body of metal with either huge turbines on its corners surfaces. The design is sleek and black and utterly unidentified. That is, until it has fully breached and the turbines hit air. The super sized drone lifts up in to the sky. It's belly opens up and a large fleet of regular sized drones begins to spill from its inside and swarm toward the Triskelion.

    A midst the deployment, a large energy super-weapon lowers from the insides of the drone and a large high-energy warning starts to sound within operations. The drones resemble quad-copters with armor, supe'd up engines and deadly equipment.

    The Triskelion is filled with a klaxon, red alert. This is not a drill, the Triskelion is under attack. Red alert lights most people had never even seen before begin to flash and weapons lockers hidden throughout the facility open up. Every phone and tablet held by an Agent in and near the building flashes up a red alert.

    "This is Director Fury, all agents to battle stations we are under attack," Fury announces over the Triskelion comms.

--+_^&&*#+!@ -- 74RG37 1D3N71F3D: 5H13LD HQ
--+_^&&*#+!@ -- 3N4BL1NG UPGR4D35...
--+_^&&*#+!@ -- UPGRADES ENABLED
--+_^&&*#+!@ -- DEPLOY FLEET
--+_^&&*#+!@ -- DEPLOY SUPER-WEAPON
--+_^&&*#+!@ -- ELIMINATE RESISTANCE
--+_^&&*#+!@ -- CAPTURE QUANTUM COMPUTERS

    Drones begin to latch on to the side of the building. Each one has been specialised in some fashion. The ones on the walls have laser cutters and begin to slice through the cement and steal to create openings in the buildings for more drones to flow through. Other drones move to the bridge and deploy spin up mini-guns firing at the vehicles coming and going. More drones fly straight for the regular entrance way, these ones deploy a long rod, a beam weapon that powers up and fires. Several drones begin to orbit the Triskelion with small satellite dishes relaying the battle field back to the super drone.

    "Did somebody call for backup?," over the comms is the sound of Field Director Victoria Hand as the Helicarrier deactivates its cloak on the flank of the super drone and its guns turn toward the beast. Hand was not usually the captain of the Helicarrier but a special assignment meant she was still sitting in the chair when they stumbled on this mess. Jets are deployed and quinjets launched. The air battle begins in earnest as small drones run interference around the super drone and begin to engage the quinjets and jets.

    "That's our window people, get on to that overgrown drone and shut it down," Fury orders.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
    Bobbi wakes up with a start as the lights in her room are flashing red and the sirens are blaring. Her quarters in the Triskelion are exactly for this - rapid response. She is barely awake as she puts on her uniform and splashes her face with water, then brings up the situation report on the wall TV.

    "I'm getting to a quinjet.. whoever is available, come with me - we're going after that super-drone!" She immediately starts running for the quinjet as fast as she can hoping to meet agents on the way who can help.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The alerts are strange. They are ones Peggy knows, some of them ones she helped install, but ones that have never gone off in all her history with the Triskelion. Her quiet tea time in her small bunk room is very quickly ended, as she rips herself into the standard issue black body armor -- barely hung up from her last mission, and slaps on her utility belt and weapons. She's up and moving within 3 minutes, ready for rapid response even if she's never had to do it. Well, not in decades. Slamming her comm unit into her ear as she rips out into the hallway, she just catches the edge of Bobbi's words.

"Agent Carter reporting. On my way to the quinjet." And her previously fast pace now breaks into a sprint, as she dashes down the hallway towards the ariel craft, meeting with Bobbi probably only 30 seconds behind the other woman. She's not even had time to put her hair back, but there's a tie around her wrist. That can be taken care of when they're en route.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy was up and running already. It was the day in which Levian was coming for the interview with SHIELD so she was on her uniform, high black boots, the black and blue uniform and the gauntlets on, hair tucked back in a ponytail. She was sending a message to him, still in her quarters, when the alert comes. "Shit, this is not a drill.."

The phone is set aside and she starts for the door, grabbing her utility belt from the table along with her backpack where she stores her trusty hackerette tools. She wasn't sure what was going on but it was time to get up there.

"Daisy here. On my way." Is Quake's response over comms, a dash made and she steering towards where the quinjets are.

A glance is tossed out a window, noting the drones out there. Very familiar drones. "These things again?" apparently she has knowledge about these 'creatures'.

Outside it's a mess, with various drones trying to breach into SHIELD, buzzing and cutting, being shot down but quickly replaced by others. Up in the air an ominously large drone is approaching but some of it's attention has diverted to the helicarrier, along with some of the drones. Fighter jets are being scrambled to take the fight to the skies, and open a way for the Quinjet to get to it's destination.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint, for his part, has been haunting R&D for some new, 'cool' arrow heads, as described by some of the newer personnel. Some of it may be the fact that they're a little chuffed (if not more than a little confused) about making arrow heads, but when they see who it's for?

He's emerging from the labs, the arrow heads in a plastic gun case that would comfortably hold a .45 and a couple extra magazines. The klaxons, though.. they're sudden, they're blaring, and the flashing red lights are the piece de resistance. He's seen it once before, and that meant a world of hurt for a lot of people. One step, two, and he's jogging, running for his own stores, at the same time operating his com.

"Tagging a Quin. Don't leave without me. Barton, out.'

At least he's in boots and half-fatigues; move with purpose, he's learned. When he does get to his locker, he's pulling his jacket, his bow, quiver, the specialized heads, and a sidearm that is holstered on his left leg.

Now, Hawkeye's ready, and the jog turns into a lope to the landing pad.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi charges up in to the quinjet and straight to the cockpit, "Acknowledged, Carter, Quake, Hawkguy. I'm in number 17." She starts rapidly cycling through the startup procedures and warming up the engines. She dumps her gear on the passenger seat, she can put the rest of it on soon.

Then there is a massive *wooosh* of light as a huge energy beam cuts through the hanger from the super-drone outside. A fifth of the room erupts in to fire. Agents are rushing to put it out and help the wounded as drones begin to round toward them from the outside lock a flock of death.

"Best hurry you three, we're on the clock," she warns with alarm. Mentally she's trying to remember the formulas for how long it'll take that giant beam weapon to charge back up again. The radar shows the dots moving in quickly. Several of the agents in the hang bay have armed themselves and are taking up positions behind supply crates for the moment the drones penetrate.

Peggy Carter has posed:
"Here! I'm here!" Maybe 30 seconds after Bobbi, not much longer, Peggy skids into number 17 and towards one of the front seats where she can strap in. Her hair's still a mess of curls about her face and she's pulling an elastic off of her wrist as she shifts into the seat, dark eyes looking towards the display that is infront of Bobbi. "Heard feet behind me, they can't be far." She's only slightly breathless from the run, but clearly ready to go, especially as she secures her hair back at the base of her neck. The last piece in place.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Woohoo, she wasn't called Tremors for once. Small victories! Daisy makes her way into the Quinjet a small while after the others, breathing heavily and strapping herself in. "These things were part of an 80s rifle prototype belonging to SHIELD. A friend was able to hack them once. Not sure if it will work a second time ..." a beat and she looking at Bobbi. "Also, number 17?" she grimaces. She knows it's normally the number 1 that stays alive and saves the day! Not number 17!

"Think Clint is right behind me..." She peers at the entrance..

Meanwhile various drones are zoning into the hangar after the large beam of light, the sound of gunfire starting to be heard, along with the buzz-buzz of those approaching drones. Ominously getting closer!

Comms come in from nearby combat jets. <<Quinjet 17, this is SHIELD 2 and 3, we got your back. Going to escort you to the drone. Good luck.>> The two fighter jets are seen taking off further ahead.

Clint Barton has posed:
There's a click from Clint's com in acknowledgment of the bay, and he's navigating the suddenly busy corridors. Thankfully, those within have a good basic understanding of what 'Make a hole!' means as he's coming through. The administrative-types are sheltering in place, which does cut back on the chaos.

Emerging up and to the hanger, Clint catches the motion of laser, and he's started dodging, as some parts of the building are cut asunder, raining structure. As he passes one of the maintenance crew, he holds out a hand, his pace faltering for a moment, and helps the guy to his feet.

"Go below! Now!"

Once more, Clint's making his way towards the identified Quin, finally running up the back cargo ramp, his impulse forward taking him to the cockpit.

"I like 17," apparently Hawk caught Daisy's complaint. "Rode her to Ivory Coast." That part, anyway, isn't classified. (Doesn't mean he //stayed// in Ivory Coast!).

"Okay, Birds.. let's get the show on the road." Beat. "All aboard that's coming aboard!" is announced before he hits the ramp up toggle.

"Buttoned up."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi says, "I prefer 19.. but 19 is no more," she says and motions to the burning quinjet across the way. As soon as Clint is on board she lifts off. The two SHIELD jets each take off and the three are soon in the skies. The battle out here is hectic. There are jets and quinjets engaged with drones. Gun fire and laser fire shooting back and forth.

The helicarrier has its guns trained on the drones, tracking and firing. It's mayhem as Bobbi starts to weave and stay behind the bullet shield the jets are creating. "This is going to be a bumpy ride!," she warms.

Peggy Carter has posed:
As Daisy and then Clint get themselves aboard, the once-Director looks them both over with a professional, quiet smile and a brief nod of her head, "Glad to see some competent back up." As if there'd be anything else, but that's high praise from Carter. She looks content with the small team that has assembled for actually getting out into the craft. She sinks back a bit farther into the seat she's chosen, pretty darn near the front so she can keep an eye on Bobbi's readings while they are going in. She tugs a bit tighter on the belts across her hourglass frame and secures one hand onto a hold-bar, ready for the worst of flights.

"So...what do we know about any martial weaknesses of these things, once we're in physical contact? If anything?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Depends on the version." Daisy replies to Peggy with a small frown. "They learn as they fight, and they may have gained some resistance to my powers. EMPs *usually* work, along with simple gunfire or explosives. Hacking the signal is possible too, but harder and takes time. Which means we should stock up with what the quinjet has as weaponry when we get in there." And to be honest she really wants to use one of those rocket launchers May and Peggy were using on the Egypt mission. Because they looked way too cool.

As they move to lift off and gain to the skies it's visible through the windows the enormous quantity of drones in the air. Dogfights happening with other fighter jets, explosions in the air.. It's a damn mess up there. But ShIELD is holding so far.. Up ahead their target is looming. A large, submarine shaped drone, served by 8 turbines and with an hangar door open where a few drones come out from time to time. It may be an entrance.

The other two fighters chime up on comms. <<Lot of enemies out here. We are opening a corridor for you.>> They zoom and shoot about, some smoke already fizzling out of SHIELD 3 from an exploding drone too close to it.

Drones are approaching and they try to latch up to the quinnjet, one heard landing with a *plonk* near a window.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Jessica rolled out of her bunk into a crouch, spider dreams mixing with the klaxons and flashing lights. Before she can really see, she reaches for her uniform, stepping into her version of SHIELD boots that allow her to cling better.

Scrambling behind the others, clipping on her gun belt, backpack hanging off of one shoulder, she is the last to board. The innate spider sense of balance keeping her upright as the helicopter rises and moves into attack mode. From handhold to handhold, she makes her way to a seat then leans forward to hear the latest update on the menace they face.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint doesn't strap in; instead, he's got a hand on cargo netting behind the cockpit, watching so he can anticipate the movement of the aircraft and where he can hold a reasonable conversation. For the short amount of time they have in terms of flight time, time is of the essence.

"Ma'am.." His version of a 'thank you' at the perceived compliment. Peggy //is// the former Director afterall, and Clint is a 'company guy', insofar as he has his loyalties. Even as a member of the Avengers. "If there's a chink in the armor anywhere, I'll find it." He's got arrows for all purposes, though his usual 'loadout' has specifics.

Catching the bit of intel, Clint nods as he continues to look out the front window. "I have AP, I've got electrified flechettes.. heck, even have dampening goop." That's not all, but a little. Just to offer up where and how he can be of assistance. He's not the 'going to grab an even bigger gun'. He's almost a male version of Natasha. Almost.

Infiltrate. Assassin. Sniper.

Looking up at the sound of the *plonk*, Clint calls out, "Hands off the walls!" in the next breath, he murmurs, "Just in case," before he reaches forward to poke at Peggy now, he points at a button. "Hit that." Electrified shield. If nothing else, it'll give the drone a zap?

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi's eyebrows are furrowed, she's flying hard and blind as explosions muddle the sky, "I wish we had Agent Danvers right now." She says. She's the best fighter pilot she knows. "SHIELD 3 you're smoking." There's a thunk as the drone connects and attachs itself. There are more clunks as bits of drones hit the quinjet as they fly forward, destroyed by SHIELD 2. A laser suddenly cuts in to the side of the quinjet, narrowly missing Peggy. That EM shield button? probably a GREAT idea right now.

"Nice shooting SHIELD 2," Bobbi says over comms and looks up at the large vessel in the sky. Its shadow starting to loom over them. It's no helicarrier but it's clearly no slouch and doesn't need 'people' to operate it. More drones spilling from it constantly. "Trisk that energy weapon is about to fire again!"

She blinks in shock as a drone suicides in to SHIELD 2 and it explodes, making the air shake around them. "SHIELD 3 is down!" She breathes a sigh of relief when she sees the ejection seat shooting up in to the sky. "This is SHIELD 3, I've ejected." The radio chatter from the Helicarrier, Triskelion and the fleet in the air is loud and confusing even for seasoned listeners. SHIELD Ops is working hard to separate the battle field in to manageable chunks, something the drones don't have to worry about at all.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The moment Clint points at that button, Peggy's reaching up and slamming hand over it to activate. She doesn't even need an explanation, she simply trusts the other agent enough to know this tech slightly better than she does, and is happy she's in reach range of it. The reaching for it also brings her just out of reach of that laser which comes dangerously close to her position in the jet. Good timing.

"Got it!" She vocalizes a good few seconds after she's hit the thing, so that was probably visually obvious already, but best to report for those not looking directly at the scene. She nods towards Jessica as the woman finally gets into a seat there, a motion of greeting and respect, but there's no time for small talk.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Having seen the actual goop arrows in action already makes Daisy grin when Clint mentions them, "I will never underestimate them again." she tells him but then suddenly jerking herself away from the seat she was leaning onto when Clint warns about the incoming drone. She casts a peek at it from the side of the window.

"It's starting to cut in..." because of course it had to have a large cutting laser to breach in. Just their luck!

When Peggy hits that button an electrified shield zaps around the ship, invisible but there's an actual /WHOMP/ which is audible. The drone is caught by it, ceasing it's nefarious activities and begins to fall.. Daisy sighs with relief. "Good job, everyone."

With Jessica having hopped into the ship right at the last moment Daisy gives her a thumbs up. "Look what the spider dragged in.." she says, "Good to have you with us."

With the efforts of SHIELD 2 and 3, along with the expert flying they are now rather close to the entrance of the 'Super Drone', it's maw waiting for them to come in. There are still stray drones there but they may be easy pickings to the quinjets own guns.

<This is as far as I can get you, good luck> Shield 2 is heard on comms.

And then they are flying in.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint is watching everything, absolutely everything from the cockpit, and when the EMP is hit pretty much just after that laser hits? He's ducking, catching the sounds of the explosion of one of the SHIELD escorts.

'Punched out'...

Immediately, Clint wheels around smashes the button for the override release for the back ramp, though not without yelling, "Hold on!" first to those within. A couple of steps brings the archer to the back, and once he's got his footing, he calls to Bobbi, "Just give me level for a minute, tops..."

Cover fire for the guy that had his aircraft shot out from around him. Clint checks the back, behind them, and calls out, "Got eyes!" Of //course// he does.

Just as a drone comes out, Clint's catching the sight of the red laser just milliseconds before it heats up to fire at the vulnerable pilot, and looses his arrow, catching the thing in a chink.

*BOOM!*

One less drone.

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Let's see what kind of web I can add to the fight," Jessica replies wryly, giving Daisy a thumbs up. She nods deeply to Carter, a greeting and appreciation for hitting the EM button.

Between her feet, the heavy backpack is open; she extracts a FN PS90 carbine, assembling it with the dexterity of practice and need. A final check and she slaps in the first clip of 5.7X28mm cartridge, hefts it, careful not to point at any in the helicopter.

Unbuckled, she rises and points to the back of the craft; the wash of air blows a lock of her dark hair loose as she clings to the side of the interior of the craft. Hunkered down, she sights the carbine at a drone flying behind Clint's exploded drone. Far less spectacular than Clint's shot, the drone spins like a top in the air: it takes two armor-piercing shots before it spirals out of the air.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi calls back to Hawkeye, "Roger that!" She steadies the quinjet for a moment, the bumpiness gone briefly. Her concentration hard even as there is tinktinktink of a gun hitting the hull. Their left engine begins to smoke. She turns her head and peers back as Clint takes the shot and protects the pilot as he gets clear of the battle field.

"Keep it open!," she says and lifts the quinjet up in to the belly of the beast. There is a very loud HRRRRRRRN as the energy weapon fires, this time hitting the helicarrier in one of its big turbines. The helicarrier starts to lose altitude slowly.

Bobbi's eyes widen as she sees a missile drone hover infront of the cockpit, "DEPLOY! DEPLOY!!," she says and grabs her utility belt, snaps off her belt and runs to get off the quinjet and jump on to the super-drone.

There is a sudden update from the Triskelion. All the agents wearing augmented reality goggles and glasses get an update on drone movement and prediction. The quantum computers are predicting the next moves of the drones. It shows what their next likely action and dodge might be.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Having only had time to grab her personal weapons, Peggy's already swinging out of her seat, back to the armory area of the plane they are on, to finish outfitting herself. Much like her last mission, she goes with what she knows. A rifle strapped across her back with extra ammo at her hip, and then she sees one of the BGFs that May handed her the other day. A smile cracks across her face. She scoops that up too, only slightly stumbling as the plane is hit.

"Suppose we're out of time for tea. Well, later then." She grins to the crew, keeping an entirely too calm head as Bobbi's running to get off the quinjet. She lingers just a moment longer to grab the second hand cannon. She can't use two at once, but someone else is going to want it and there's no reason to leave the thing behind. "Go! Go! I'll be right there!" She yells to the rest of the team, trying to make certain the WHOLE of the crew gets out before she does. Peggy is used to bringing up the rear. No man left behind, in her eyes. Old war habits. But she's dashing after them and making the jump at the last possible second.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
With both Clint and Jessica taking shots at the drones assailing the poor pilot it means he is soon out of reach of the drones, too low on altitude to be pursued. And the super drone has it's priorities too, it being the Headquarters itself. Stragglers can be found later on and anihilated. So sayeth it's prime directives.

Daisy busies herself by arming up with one of those rocket launchers they used on the Egypt mission, bit of a glee on her eyes, setting her goggles in and starting to interface them with the rest of her tech gear. She grins as Peggy grabs one of the BFGs too. "I see we are of a like mind."

Though at the call to evacuate the quinjet she runs as well out of the doomed thing.

"I bet it's Fitz doing his magic with the drone movement prediction." She says with a proud tone to her voice. She loves her team!

But then she is out along with the others.

Outside the walls are black, all very straight lines like in the 80s, the inside of the super drone almost like a blast to the past to those aware of the technology of the time. Daisy lets out a whistle.. "Holy frack, back to the 80s.." not that she stops, moving to find some cover and beginning to manifest a shield to protect the team from approaching droids who find the SHIELD agents apetizing targets. These seem to be carrying machine guns. The shots for now appear to be getting stopped by the vibrational shield. But for how long?

"Need to blast these guys out of the sky!" She calls out.

Clint Barton has posed:
The wash of air doesn't only blow Jess' hair out of the way. Clint didn't get any warning, and there's a yelp from the back of the Quin. "Little warning'd be nice!" before he catches the progress of the second drone that was right on its way to follow the first. First in life, then in 'death'. "Nice shot."

The sound of Bobbi's orders brings his attention around to the pilot, and while she's running past, he's got his hand out to basically pat the air near the small of her back as she passes, waiting as well for Jess to pass. Then, Peggy? There's a long, lingering stare at the woman, blue eyes to her face before he shakes his head and makes the jump onto the deck, the wind whipping at him as he does. He's smart enough, once deployed, to start moving. A moving target is a whole lot harder to hit.

As for those augmented reality goggles and glasses? Clint has a pair of sunglasses that he'd had interfaced a long time ago. And, they're much cooler looking. Can't see the eyes. Those are pulled from a side cargo-pants pocket (he doesn't go anywhere without his sunglasses!) and sets them on.

"Okay, kinda cool," he murmurs, but he's pretty sure he can be heard over the coms now. Clint is obviously logged in, as it were.

The gunning drones? Probably best to use that cannon... right, Jess?

Jessica Drew has posed:
It's only a spider's leap to deploy from the ship. Jessica is second to the last, spending precious seconds on the update flashed on the AR goggles and grabbing a larger weapon. Everything helps in a fire fight. With a glance behind her to assure that Peggy Carter is next, she bounds into the super drone, carbine in one hand, missile launcher in the other with the backpack slapping her side. T

"Too cool for school, Clint!" She taps her glasses as she passes him and flashes him a grin.

The shimmer of a shield settling into place, felt more than seen, tells her that Daisy is protecting them from the machine gun fire that clatters against the black metal exterior.

"Ready to blast Agent Johnson, just give me a gun port."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi lands on the other side and puts on her utility belt finally. She takes out her staves and presses her back to the black walls. Black on black on black and straight lines. "What is this, dark side of the moon?" A strip of rainbow colors pulses and moves along one of those lines.

The missile drone shoots and the quinjet erupts in an explosion.. with Peggy. Things drop really fast when they are heavy and don't have engines. Bobbi runs and jumps out of the super-drone and in to the sky. Her wings deploy as she falls and pushes her down faster to catch up with the quinjet. "Peggy!," she calls out and holds out her hand. Once grabbed, she pulls her away from the burning quinjet and flies back up in to the super-drone to place Peggy down and assess her injuries while the others cover them.

Drones outside the super-drone buzz about and some try to come back up in to it to fight the intruders, but that's covered by the agents. Bobbi looks around the place.. the last drone is deployed from its rack for the moment. "Peggy? Are you hurt? Clint, disable that super weapon. Daisy, find the core of this thing. Jess, plant explosives.. if all else fails we blow this monstrosity out of the damn sky," she says and her attention goes back to Peggy quickly as she pulls out a medkit.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Reasons Peggy is used to always going last, because sometimes, last doesn't get out. The moment Jessica is out of the quinjet, Peggy's dashing forward to follow, but it's a second too late. The whole world goes up in flame and chaos. She instinctively turns and tucks, letting the armored suit take most of the explosion, but the edge of her face and part of her hair are going to be carrying burns for a while, that awful scent of fried hair and skin invading her nose with the white hot moment of pain to accompany. However, she's still breathing and the whole world is still moving around her -- rather too rapidly.

"Oh hell..." She breathes out, weapons still across her shoulder as she tries to scramble towards the now gaping hole, dark eyes frantically searching for any sort of parachute that might be accessible or undamaged. As she's looking, she hears that voice, a recoginzable angel in the distance. Peggy doesn't even question. She turns and launches herself in Bobbi's direction, grabbing on with uninjured right arm, trusting the woman's tech and ability to get them back. "...Thanks for the ride." She rasps out. She's a slightly singed mess, but stable and still clearly in the fight.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
With the loud explosion taking the quinjet it also means that Daisy is tossed back against a wall with a ufff, her SUPER-COOL rocket launcher escaping her hands and clattering down to the emptiness of the void that is the outside sky... It won't be today that she will be shooting one of those things... Sniff..

It also means that the shield she was providing breaks for a few moments, but luckily there aren't that many drones on the bowels of the super drone, so she dodges off to the side to find some cover while waiting for the others to handle them out. Most are already out there. It's thirsty for revenge afterall!

"Roger that!" Daisy replies to the orders, a glance given to where Peggy is, watching her with some apprehension as if making sure she is fine. No time to linger though! She rips out a panel to reveal some crude wiring running through and begins connecting wires to her tablet in a makeshit link connection. No USB in the 80s damn it!

Once she logs herself in back to the BBS chat that her hacker friend McFly did before she then types out that nice +map command.

"I am sending you guys the locations inside the drone to your goggles." She announces. A map is sent up, some points being highlighted. It shows the core, structural integrity points along with the superweapon. She loves the 80s. They were so tidy in their programming.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint's head whips around to watch the Quin go down in flames; he can feel the heat of the explosion, and he's flattening himself against the wall to keep the shrapnel from tearing him to pieces. A couple do cut his face, one on the neck, and he can feel the blood trickle. The yawning expanse of deck where the cannon is lost, however? That is sad... very sad. One less piece to their full arsenal.

No matter!

The archer is given his target, or rather, reminded once he's on deck, and with the logging in to the system on board, courtesy of Daisy?

Even with his back turned, Clint can rotate around, shoot an arrow at a drone as it winds up its 'bullets' and lands it right in the 'barrel', causing it to explode, taking one, two of its friends with it in chain. He simply doesn't miss.

"Superweapon. On it. Good luck, everyone.." and with a quick spin, he's on his way.

Jessica Drew has posed:
The blast of the quinjet exploding blows the rest of Jessica's hair out of its ponytail, grit blinding her temporarily. She doesn't feel the cut that nearly razors her a new eyebrow shape.

Jessica repeats under her breath, "Merde, merde, merde," intensely unhappy at having left Carter behind. She pauses a moment beside the two to doubly assure herself that Peggy is alright before answering Daisy over coms.

Wiping away the blood with surprise, "Roger that, deploying explosives now." The experimental plastic XPX-1 is a lot more modern than the craft they are flying in. She fishes out the pre-shaped packets from the backpack, consults the diagram that flashes over the goggles with a special silent accolade for Daisy and the research teams, and moves to the head of the craft.

Radio-controlled detonators make each shaped charge look like a short religieuse a l'ancienne. The squat little packets grimly amuse the agent as she slaps them along control lines, power lines and welds that assure structural integrity, moving at top speed.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi stares at Peggy as she catches her breath. She feels a sting in her left arm and coughs a moment. "Peggy, damnit. I never intended to have kids and yet here we are - I never knew it would be this stressful." She pats the plasma cannons and says, "You stay here, guard our exit."

Bobbi stands up with new determination and looks at the map that just appeared on her HUD. "Daisy - with me, let's get this reject Johnny 5 sequel idea." She makes fists and starts walking down the hallway expecting Daisy to catch up.

The 'throne room' of the drone army is black. In its center is a 80s era SHIELD prototype rifle, with wires connecting it to the ceiling and the floor. Purple light pulses down its wires - LEDs, totally not necessary, but this was 80s tech after all. In the corners of the room, four black sentries activate. They have four legs and a tall thin body. They each have two arms made of sharp metal and no hands, just daggers for tips. They immediately move to engage Bobbi and Daisy.

The superweapon is mounted on the under belly, the room with the mounts is just above that and easy to find on the handy dandy +map Daisy has provided to Clint's cool shades. Inside, two sleek black walking drones with four legs and two arms activate and approach Clint rapidly for a good ol' slice and dice.

As Jess rounds a corner to place explosives, a long corridor, there is one solitary black sleek droid with four legs that activates and starts charging at her.

But, like Neo in the matrix, the agents can see their every move ahead of time thanks to the predictive software provided by Fitz and the quantum computers in the Triskelion. Whoa. The augmented reality projects a stick figure of the drone, moving just slightly ahead of where it actually is. Hello 1980s, meet 2020.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Peggy is looking most certainly singed around the edges. More than singed. Hair, face, her left hand, the edges of her suit that weren't quite up to the challenge? Absolutely burned. It's going to hurt awful when she can feel it again. There's some shrapnel peppered in places as well, but the body armor has done it's job over all, so she's standing and functional. A little breathless, a little shocked, but still in the fight. She gives Bobbi a rasping sort of laugh, "Never gets easier." She banters back, half smile following.

"I got your backs and the exit, but...I'm still in the fight. Scream if you need." Peggy looks less than thrilled at being sidelined as the look out, but she's not going to argue with someone who is a senior officer. "Take this. Someone will need it." She passes off one of those plasma cannons she had strapped over her shoulder. SHe shielded the things with her body, SOMEONE else better get to use it! Then she nods Bobbi off and scrambles up to her feet, pressing back into the wall and other hand cannon brought up to prepare defense of the exit.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Are you saying that 'Johnny 6, the comeback' wasn't a cool movie title?" Daisy isn't really waiting for an answer to that, quickly unhooking her tablet and stashing it away to begin making way down the corridors that lead to the throne room. Darth Drone anyone? And look, it even has it's own honor guard. Flashbacks! Good thing that Daisy has the Force! Or something similar to it ...

But right now? She uses that plasma cannon Peggy handed over. Guess she will be using it afterall! Haha! "Guess what, bitches. We brought upgrades." she calls out, lining up the cannon and letting it rip, shooting a plasma bolt towards the advancing drones. And she can even predict where they will be with those predicting goggles so she feels almost like a mini-Hawkeye!

Meet 2020 indeed.

Clint Barton has posed:
With Peggy being kept as exit defense, Clint digs into his arrow tips. One, he pulls out and slams forcefully into the wall. Same with the other side of the corridor. "Forcefield. Won't last long, but it'll give you a chance," he tells Peggy. It's the best he's got to protect her.

Once done, Clint turns and disappears, following the path, flattening against the wall during drone 'security' paths; guess they're not //all// geared up with IR, which could be good.

Intersections are taken, though as he follows up, there are little mini 'landmines' in the form of arrowheads rigged to go off under certain frequencies. Such frequencies as supplied by the brains down below, that is.

Once he finds his way to the 'throne room', as it were, the sunglasses are setting off all sorts of predictive trajectories for the room. He straightens and exhales in a deep breath as he shakes his head. He probably didn't need these...

"And I didn't bring the swords. Sorry.. wrong outfit."

An arrow is drawn and loosed in the same breath as that gun.. in fact, there are three in rapid succession; in about the same time it takes for Daisy to squeeze the trigger. Goop. Goop. Flechettes.. and there are sparks that start to fly, catching the two that are heading towards the archer in an electrical arc. To add insult to injury, as they start their feedback, Clint lets off a weighted arrow to force one drone against the other, once those electrified plates are down.

Fried drones!!

Jessica Drew has posed:
Adrenaline amps her spider reflexes to the maximum; time seems to slow as she parses the situation. The drone moves like a four-legged spider. It would make a movie moment if she engaged it in hand-to-combat. Calmly, she unslings the carbine with its armor-piercing slugs and shoots the sleek black bug from the hip, the weapon automatically chambering a new slug. Probably overkill, she pumps a clip into the thing, which skitters to a smoking heap a foot from her.

Stepping over it, she continues up the corridor, carbine at the ready. With a glance, up and down the corridor, she continues to plant charges, the heavy sac more than half depleted by the time she reaches the 'throne room'.

The characteristic ba-wump of a plasma gun announces the presence of high tech agents ushering more drones out of existence. She steps in as Clint shishkabobs two drones with one arrow. Jessica loves the other agents.

Carbine at the ready; she pumps rounds into the one moving drone before she sprints in a circle around the room, slapping panels with explosives like she is playing duck-duck-goose. Her bag flaps emptily on her shoulder.

"We out of here? Can't wait to blow this baby."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi takes a half step back from the black on black droid as it takes a stabbing swing at her. She looks at the prediction of where it's going.. it's perfect. She smirks and sweeps one of its arms out of the way and then punches it right in the dead centre. Her fist goes through the metal and she rips out its cpu, dumping it on the floor. It crumbles to the ground. She looks around the room and then motions to the rifle on the 'throne'.. "Shake it all about Quake. Dismantle this mistake."

Bobbi winces as she feels her heart go wild in her chest. She drops to one knee and squeezes her eyes shut as the mild heart attack hits her. She was half expecting this - today has not been a zen day.

The 1980s prototype rifle seems to know it is beat and the rainbow turns red as a self destruct is announced and a count down begins: 30... 29..

Another quinjet, number 19.. charred and burnt in places, arrives in the hanger bay and its door opens. Glancing back from the pilot seat is Agent Hunter, "Need a lift?" A second agent is strapped in and offering a hand to help Peggy across. "Where's Bobs and the team?," Hunter asks.

Outside, Peggy can see a fleet of quinjets moving through the sky and drones dropping out of them and in to the ocean. The Triskelion has found a way to defeat the drones it seems. Reports do come in over comms - the drones are all disabled in the Triskelion.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The exit is guarded with fierce, protective eyes, and not a single shot actually needed taken. Probably good, because Peggy's not in the best of condition, but she's running on adrenaline and poised like someone who'd still be in the fight if she needed to be. As the other quin jet comes up, hair kicking up with some wind in the bay, clinging to the burnt side of her face in a way that will be painful later, she flashes a smile to Hunter.

"They're cleaning up inside. I'm keeping the door open. Suspect we'll all need a ride soon..." Then she reaches free, damaged hand up, switching over comm frequencies to the rest of the team, "Rides here when you kids are done cleaning up. Be quick about it, he looks impatient."

Clint Barton has posed:
The drones go down, no slicing and dicing for him, and the superweapon? It... it doesn't look good. The selfdestruct cadence sounds ominous, and with a look around the room?

Time to get out of Dodge!

"She's gonna blow.." as if the others didn't know that already?

Thirty seconds, usually, given his experience. Clint is tearing down the corridors, avoiding the drone carcasses as he moves, in some cases, jumping them in order to clear it to the other side. He does emerge, passing his arrow-head setup, and with a smirk in reaction to the fact they apparently //didn't need it//, he's out and passed the point before sliding to a stop to check behind him. No one is left behind.

"Guys, check in.. at loading. There's a Quin for us.."

Jessica Drew has posed:
A chronometer begins to count down in the goggles as the gun goes into self-destruct mode.

Twenty-eight, twenty-seven....

Eyebrows contracted with worry, Jessica jogs to Bobbi's side, expecting to see blood. Confused, even her hyper-hearing doesn't catch the skip in her heartbeat, Jessica laces an arm under Bobbi's arm to help her to her feet.

"You alright? Are you hit?"

Jessica abandons the empty backpack, arm at the ready to assist Bobbi if she needs it. The two of them hobble to the entrance of the 'throne-room', tracing the most direct line to the back of the drone and the waiting quinjet.

Maybe the Flash could navigate the corridors in less than fifteen seconds, fast as the two agents are, the strain of the day slows them.

"We are on our way," she announce over coms. "Coming as fast as we can!"

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Daisy does the honours, she approaches the prototype rile from the 80s and holds out her hand. It jiggles and shakes as it falls to pieces into thousands tinkling little metallic sounds. The count down doesn't stop though. Daisy sees Jess is helping Bobbi and she hot foots it out of there too. When she gets to the bay, she jumps in to the offered quinjet without hesitation.

"Copy," Bobbi replies to Barton and with Jess's help she's back up on her feet. The heart attack has basically past, though she's sweating intensely and shivering at the same time. "I will be. It's a condition I've got. Not too serious.. yet," she says with a smile to Jess. She picks up her pace as she hears the count down and jumps in to the quinjet too.

"All aboard?," Lance asks and when the whole team is board the quinjet banks away from the super-drone and over to the helicarrier which is coming in for a soft landing in the bay.

Behind them the super-drone explodes, sending out an intense shockwave. The remainder of the drones still active immediately fall dead and plummet in to the ocean too.