To say the Sierra was frustrated would not do the assassin's feelings justice. He had died a total of six times, most of them being incredibly stupid deaths from strange weapons he had never seen before - like a tube of wrapping paper that Ridley used to throw Christmas ornaments around. How did wrapping paper deal enough damage to kill someone? But I digress. The weirdest part was that the whole ordeal was strangely cathartic, despite the chaos and the fact the Sierra never got a single normal pistol or sniper rifle, but some special one from a far-off universe. Although Malcolm took delight in exhibiting all of their frustrations on Lucas over the centuries.
Like how on his fourth life he had set up shop with a pair of droideka blasters attached to his wrists at a choke point, gunning down any opponent who stood there for long enough to be seen. Some tried to scale the canyon walls to go around him or launch rockets to disable the weapons and throw up a smokescreen, but to no avail; there was a pair of people, one with infinite Xcom medkits and the other a medigun, plus the will to stand amidst a hail of bullets to heep healing one guy. Justin Shade died three times to the this hilarious setup before someone had managed to gain an invisibility cloak and kill both the medics before Sierra could react. That was when the hail of sixteen rockets sailed through the canyon, obliterating him.
On his seventh life (how prophetic) Sierra Seven finally received his sniper rifle. It was, of all things, something the others called a "Sydney Sleeper". It was a dart gun where all of the darts were soaked in urine, which for some reason here meant that the target would take more damage from everyone else. A small wrist-mounted crossbow and a wooden quarterstaff completed the loadout. But wait- a stopwatch with the words "Dead Ringer" etched on the back- yes, it is one of the invisibility watches he had been seeing! Time to put it to good use. Again, no logic to the construction of some of these weapons- how did piss make you critable? Ah, those were question for another time. As Sierra left the spawn point to once more defend the final point from incursion, he cast his gaze around the arena, knowing that his quarry was somewhere within; it was all the assassin could do to keep himself from abandoning the game to find him.
Which is quite what it looked like when he radioed, "I have a sniper weapon. I will be trying to find a spot over the choke point of the last control point and camp there. It may take me a while to do so." This set off a flurry of radio chatter from the veterans of the Randomizer, although the most veteran of them eventually made everyone quiet down. This have Sierra the opening he needed to sprint for a mineshaft he saw earlier. Now, these things had blocked off sections, but these sections seemed traversable. Taking a leap of faith, Sierra broke down the boards and went in. He navigated the single tunnel for a while, until it began to make a steep ascent towards some kind of light source.
Coming up on the light source, he found it to be a large room carved from the dull brown stone around him, lit by a doorway-shaped gap in the rock on the far side. Outside led to a small and narrow balcony, which overlooked the last control point and most of the path leading up to it. He could see the three humans, the tower of muscle, and the angel holding down the point against Lucas with an infinite amount of throwing stars, something he had never mastered, and a High Templar with an assault rifle banging away at a stone wall the wall-of-meat man was keeping continuously repaired by hitting it with a golden hammer. Again, just the opening he needed to get the job done.
But the multiversal assassin wasn't the only person inside the rock room. Sitting against one of the walls, with a blue toolbox in his lap, was that infernal being Psych. The object of this search and part of the whole adventure Now, nothing was stopping him from killing this man, then killing himself and catching him at the spawn point. But a sly and admittedly quite happy glance from the psychic proved those feelings moot.
"Psych. I have been searching for you for a long time. What's in the box, and how will it help?" Seek to distract him, focus on the game at hand.
"Well, buddy chum pal old friend, this here box contains a Ghost Academy miniature. Complete, I might add, with a nuke installed. All you have to do is make an escort quest out of this while I build it." Again, the sly look came over his face. Apparently, this was part of a greater plan of the bastard. He continued in a mocking tone, "But, since you have found me, by the honorable rules of the game known as hide-and-seek, I have lost. But don't expect this kind of niceness again, old man." Both of them smiled.
[Well, I suppose we should be off. There is no reason for us to be here, now is there? we have secured the Principle and also followed the rules of the game.] Sierra said to his alternate personality Malcolm.
(Not quite. We still have a ways to go in terms of this defence- besides, we have never called down a nuke before!)
They never could have argued longer, as stray rockets came their direction, and it fell on Sierra Seven to snipe them out of the air. A few humanoid creatures also took notice, and took darts and subsequently thwacks with a quarterstaff to various painful places, face included. Things were going well, and upon completion of the project, Psych announced,
"Alright Sierra, send them to a piss-soaked hell!" Not knowing the full extent of that statement, Sierra asked,
"Why do you say that? Does the kind of gun aff-"
"KILL THE BASTARDS!" came the strangled reply. Somehow, one of the enemies had found the mine entrance and was using a garrote to kill Psych. Ah well, you were immortal here anyway. A quick blow with a staff ended both their struggles. And well that he called Sierra's attention, as the full enemy team had assembled, including the ones Sierra had killed, firing rockets and all sorts of bullets at the wall, nearly breaking it. The thing would not survive the next salvo. So, Sierra used the laser sight on the gun to sync with the nke, and sighted it in on the High Templar's smug face.
What happened next could only be described as the worst possible outcome the assassin would have predicted. A bomb dropped from the sky, fair enough, but when it detonated, things got… messy. As in, a giant mushroom cloud of urine exploded from the bomb, the pressure wave killing most of the attackers and drenching the rest in it. The wall and a few of Sierra's allies were also killed, but survivors avoided the drenching of excreta. The punishment they delivered on the survivors of the enemy team was glorious to behold. And Sierra helped, although the main selling point of the rifle he used was useless due to the fact that the enemies now had more piss on them than kitty litter. But the extra damage from his gun helped - at least, he thought it did. They all died so quickly anyway.
True to his word, they all got the psychic message, "USER HAS QUIT THE GAME" from the handy female announcer that talked to them. So, the gang of unlikely allies came out of the randomizer, Psych in tow, ready to drag him back to the plateau that the Sierra Nevada assassin has chosen for a field camp. It was time to grill this man for stealing his stuff and if he could make Psych give it back, all the better.
That was the plan, until Sierra heard the sound of rushing air and whining energy - someone invisible to his aura sense was charging an ability. But before he could get out of the way, the thing fired, fast as light or faster, and a beam of purest life and most solemn death incinerated the group. Sierra was thrown into a black abyss, but felt himself being pulled in a dozen directions at once, until one stabilized. The spectral assassin materialized in the same room he had arrived in the universe in. It seemed that everyone else had also been killed, and Lucas and Zeratul were struggling to banish from their minds what had just happened.
Justin pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "It seems Tiffany is rather angry with us."