"Sir. We must move now, sir. Once we're spotted we'll be pinned down here and our mission will become much more dangerous." Iggins moves to one of the sewer grates to see how easy it is to remove.
"Into the sewers then. I don't want to be seen dropping down, and if those swoop biked report our position they may waste some time and resources looking for us.
"For the Empire!"
Jenkins walks to the grate and almost bends to lift it. Seeing that it is a large piece of durasteel he says, "Calahan, perhaps you'll get this open, then drop in last. If we are spotted dropping in make sure that they don't report it.
"Manus, take point to start off."
Oh no, jenkins. Show us how its done He says, waving his hand at the grate.
Chuckling as Jenins is about to say something, calahan pauses briefly and lifts the grate. If only your mother could see you now... I'll be sure to tell her next time i see her
Calahan moves to the other end of the grate that Iggins is working loose and together they pull it free and Manus droops down into the drain ankle deep in muddy water. The pipes are small, everyone's going to have to crouch doubled over to move through the sewers and there's no way the droids will be able to fit.
Iggins drops in next, wrinkling his nose distastefully at the muddy water and the smell. He takes pains to keep his precious rifle out of the water and begins moving through the pipes.
Rolin stops at the sewer entrance a moment before dropping in after Té, relucant like the rest to wade through refuse but determined to see the job done.
Jenkins drops into the sewers, a disteful look hidden within his helmet.
"Onward and quickly, please. Let's get this over with."
Perception, looking both ways in the sewer,
The troop squeezes through the muck filled pipes following the directions from Té's 'pad. It's dark, rank and apart from the sloshing of legs in the mud it's quiet.
Perception:
Iggins freezes, holding up his fist to signal 'All Stop' and moves to Ianthe. In a low voice, he says, "Security beam emitters up ahead. Can you bypass them?"
Grunting to himself, Calahan walks up to Manus and grabs him by the shoulder and waist. here, let me help he says simply as he shoves Manus down into the sewer.
A loud splat emminates from the impact as nasty unspeakable things splash up and over Manus' armor.
heads up Calahan mics as he prepares to drop. Pausing, he pulls out a small length of rope and ties it off on the underside of the manhole cover. Dropping the length of rope into the hole, Calahan then jumps down with another loud splat from the weight he carries.
Looking up, Calahan grabs the rope and pulls the manhole cover over the hole, concealing the entrance point.
Manus stops abruptly at Iggins warning " I think I could take care of that. " he says fishing through his tool kit he squeezes ahead and takes a look at the emitters.
At the grate leading into the towers courtyard everything is relatively still and quiet. The night sky and dimly lit walls of the courtyard are visible through the steel bars. The courtyard appears to be empty.
Rolin does his best not to think about what they were wading through, though he couldn't smell the refuse thanks to the atmospheric processors of his suit helmet he, being a doctor, still realized all to well the danger the slush presented. 'Too many have died from ill-information in this regard.' he thinks as the line moves forward.
Hunkering down in his place in the line he tries to see past the shoulders of those in front of him as they stop at the grate. "What's the hold up?" he hisses impatiently. "Do you realize what it is we're standing in?"
"Good work, Manus. Move on."
Perception:
Stealth:
Manus strains to lift out the metal grate from the drain to allow access for the team into the courtyard. It comes free as he gives it a shove and he gently slides it aside trying to minimise the scraping noise of steel on crete. He crawls through the opening ans heads for the door after glancing this way and that. " Looks clear" he says over the comm.
"All right. Party is about to start. Make some haste, people. Let's go."
Perception
Iggins moves out, keeping his eyes open and his rifle ready.
Perception:
Rolin follows out as stealthily as he can, gripping his pistol in both hands he looks every which way for signs of movement.
Jenkins takes a quick moment to thank the gods that his vaccines are up to date. He still tris to avoid the muck dripping down as his team ascmeds from the sewers.
The squad emerges from the drain to find themselves in a duracrete walled courtyard empty apart from the rubbish strewn around. Old drums, appliances and food packaging lie all around the yard though the refuse is not large enough in any one spot for a human sized being to be hiding in. Manus stands by the slightly open door listening and peering through a small crack. " The door was already breached sir. I think I hear something inside. "
"Good, it'll make it easier on us. Callahan, lead them in."
right calahan mics back.
everyone, check your mags. put fresh ones in. Things will be tight inside, so be sure to have muzzle awareness and to check your sectors. Enemy awareness. Be sure of the target before you shoot at it. He instructs as he moves forward, slapping a fresh magazine in the heavy rifle, a fresh frag grenade in the grenade launcher, and ensureing that a HE round is in the missle launcher.
looking over the group, calahan sounds off alright. im first. Te, your second. Manus third. Jenkins and Rolin. Iggins, you'll be rear guard. I know you're a hell of a shot, and would love to be up front, but if we have to leave, post haste, you'll be our point man.
Bringing up the grenade launcher to his shoulder and sighting down the barrel. Let's move He says as he steps through the door into the entry area.
Calahan slides the busted door aside and it grumbles on its tracks. He steps into the dark closely followed by Ianthé. The light from your glowrods falls on large duracrete foundation pillars and more trash littered around on the floor heaped up in places. It looks like some sort of disused basement. A sort of quiet scraping scratching noise echos around as you first enter but dies down as you shine the lights around.
Iggins reloads, checking the action before following Calahan into the building. He keeps his eyes open, looking around alertly.
Perception:
“Eyes open, team. This looks like a perfect spot to find hidden loot. Get your bags ready."
Jenkins moves in cautiously, a deep frown on his face (behind his helmet). He holds an armed grenade in his hand.
Perception:
The team move out across the trash filled basement heading for the service lift marked on the schematics that Ianthé pulled. When you reach it however the lift controls are dead, while Manus flips open a panel and begins inspecting the controls everyone hears a low animal like " Hiiisssss " but it's Iggins beam that falls upon a white bloated face before it ducks behind the mounds of garbage.
"Captain? What the shuta is that?!?" Iggins tracks its movements with his rifle, ready to fire if it makes any threatening movement.
[b[]"G'ah! I don't know. Just shoot it! But quietly."[/b]
Perception
Rolling his eyes, Calahan lifts up his visor and speaks in a sarcastic mocking tone.
When you ladies are done pissing in your skirts and clutching your purses, how bout you use your brains and put a knife in the brain case of that thing.
Catching Te's eye, he does a slow, deliberate wink at her.
Or if you need instructions in how to man up, ask Te. I am sure she will be a good teacher. You don't see her screeching like a cheap wench.
stepping up to manus, he mutters to manus' ears only
Iggins tracks the thing with his rifle as it dashes off on all fours but he looses sight of it in the mounds of rubbish. A minute later of scanning the trash with glowrod beams and the beast lets out another low " Hiiissss " which is answered by a second and third from deeper back in the room.
Manus turns from the open control panel for the lift " Sir there's not much I can do here, none of the wires have power! "
"Over there. I see it between those two trash heaps." Rolin cracks over the mic in a low voice, indicating the direction. "Looks like a bloated face. Didn't see what it was attached too."
"Any idea what that thing is? Doc?
"Umm... It's aaah.."
"It's dead if I see it again." Iggins mutters, lining up his shot.
Attack:
Damage:
The beast breaks from the cover of the trash heaps bounding towards you on all fours (though it looks bipedal). Hiss turning into a growl it springs through the air at Rolin only to be shot down as Iggins brings his rifle up ZAPP! the bolt of energy hitting it directly in the chest it hits the ground wailing and writhing in pain.
Perception:
"Captain! We have more than one hostile! I hear movement near our entrance point." Iggins keeps his rifle on the injured thing, but keeps his ears open for any other hostiles.
"Manus, how's it going? Give me a look.
"The rest of you spread out and go looking for this thing. It seems they drop easily. We don't want a wamp rat to give away our position if we can help it."
Mechanics
Oh gosh, no sir. we wouldnt want to have something behind us forcing us to shoot it, thus giving away our position. Calahan stops, looks at Iggins, and then slaps his hand over his mouth OOPS! I spoke too late
Shaking his head, he drops his blaster rifle, and raises the missle launcher.
Te, is there a staircase around here?
" Oh good idea sir. There might just be enough power in these cells to operate the door. " Manus takes out his own energy cell and both of you set about stripping wires and connecting the cells.