The Ocularian Conspiracy IC

[MrAbdiel]

Soren, mid-stride, focused his prodigious mind and took stock of the cell's dispersal. H3X had performed admirably, seizing the objective and moving towards the egress, now engaging in a ferocious ranged duel with the cybernetic daemonist - as worthy an action to take waiting for everyone else to catch up, as any. Matthias was in cover behind one of the display podiums with Gaspar whirring behind him, chiming petulantly for him to hold still enough to receive medical aid. But Dyveke was caught in the open, locked behind a pillar and exchanging bolt rounds with the battle sisters across the way. There was no winning such a conflict; Dyveke seemed to be doing the only thing someone in her position could do: make herself dangerous, and wait for a change in the battletide. But there was enough las and bolt in the air that a flat rush across the open ground would be a greater risk for her, who had remained further back during the bidding.

Swivelling his gaze around and seeing no alien monstrosity nearby, Soren hustles to the only location he is quite sure the beast is not - in the cover of the armaglass cage from which it just fled. As he goes, he tugs down his sleeve, and fiddles with the locking mechanism on his wrist-mount. Taking a moment to drop out of the laud hailer channel, he calls over the comm to his allies:

{"Let's go, Dyveke! We're going to miss Happy Hour!"}

With that, he lobs the weapon spiralling through the air, skidding to the ground near her feet. The grapnel is designed for wrist firing, and is compacted to much less than a full sized unit's range- but within hive structures such as this, it had more than enough spool to launch its magnetic head well into the ceiling. If she couldn't make the break across the open ground, he reasoned, she might be able to make her own way out by her own resources. And if she left the grapnel behind... well. It was only money.

With that part of the extraction managed as best as he can offer, he turns his attention to the psyborg nearby - and another opportunity for gain, among the chaos. Fumbling with the holster of his laspistol, he subvocalizes to one of his skulls through the microbead.

{"You're my boy, Balthazzar. Go grab that cipher and follow H3X, but delay at the pickup by ten seconds."}

The skull whirls across the space and hovers just infront of the case, awaiting its time mark. That, he reasoned, would be enough for him to remotely disable the alarm through the skull's manipulator interface. The mission had gone bad - but atleast it had gone bad all at once, in so many competing ways that they might yet squeak out alive, and with some serious advantages.

Presuming, of course, the daemon and the interrogator kept up their back and forth for a little while longer.

Spoiler: Actions!

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Gaspar follows Matthias. As soon as Matthias can spare a full round action to be healed, the skull is gonna do his darndest to heal.

Balthazzar flies over to the binary cipher's case, and waits. Next turn, Soren will remotely use Tech Use through it to try to disable the sensor. For now, it just waits.

Melchior continues its previous task: searching for the lost Lictor. AwarenessVs45 - (1d100)[26], with the +40 and -30 factored in.

And Soren himself is going to move into the cover of the display case while detaching his wristmount grapnel (half) then chuck it across to Dyveke (half).
It's not a throw to hit her for damage, just to sort of get near enough for her to pick up if she wants; so I'm not sure it requires the Ballistic Skill check I'd require to throw a knife with the intention to kill someone. Still, if you'd like one bossman, VsBS31 - (1d100)[31], with no bonuses or penalties applied.