"I will take a look ahead"
AXL finds the door is locked. The Ikeshti hits the open button with force before growling and storms off towards another door.
Nosmo looks for an undamaged computer terminal, hoping to download a map of the complex and find clues to the whereabouts of their ship and gear - especially his custom rig.
AXL calmly tries to open the lock.
AXL can't open the door but does find out the area seems to be in some kind of lockdown under a high security clearance.
Nosmo manages to gather information.
B1 Entry Hallway
B2 Landing Pad
B3 Lobby
B4 Visiting Room
B5 Security Camera Room
B6 Processing and Interogation
B7 Robot Maintenance
B8 Cell Block Hub
B9 Infirmary
B10 Cafeteria
B11 Cell Block Reactors
B12 Prisoner Cells
B13 Slave Cells
The Ikeshti opens the door to the Cafeteria...
...she surges forward. A lone Aeon guard eating their lunch is caught off guard.
The Aeon guard gets to their feet and activates their gauntlet.
AXL
Elthearon
Trosvod
Ikeshti
Nosmo
Aeon Guard
The guard brought a gauntlet to a gun fight.
"Got it!" Nosmo calls out excitedly. He jogs past Elthaeron and Trosvod into the hub. He points with his pulsecaster pistol, demonstrating an utter lack of trigger discipline, towards the hallway on the far right. "Our gear is down that way! And we got the infirmary there, the cafeteria there, and the slave pens over there!"
He recoils and his neck retreats between his shoulders when he hears the Ikeshti's war cry echo out from the cafeteria, heralding more mayhem.
"Should...should be follow her? It?" he asks nervously, nodding his head towards the cafeteria. For now, he just takes cover beside the passage's bulkhead.
"We need to make sure she does not alert the full compound... Somehow"
AXL follows the Ikeshti, and fires off a single shot at the guard, trying to hit it from hiding.
Trosvod also attempts to sneak up and shoot the guard, grinning underneath his newly acquired helmet.
"We need to make sure she does not alert the full compound... Somehow"
AXL follows the Ikeshti, and fires off a single shot at the guard, trying to hit it from hiding. The guard evades the shot.
The guard brought a gauntlet to a gun fight. The superior armour of the Aeon Guard absorbs teh shot.
Trosvod also attempts to sneak up and shoot the guard, grinning underneath his newly acquired helmet. Although the guard sees him coming the weight of shots means this one lands.
As much as stealth is not the Ikeshti's strongpoint she is quite formidable and manages to drive her claws into the guards midsection, blood spilling onto the floor.
Your vesk ally moves in but still weakened her claws can't find a weakness in the Aeon Guards armour.
The Aeon Guard maintains her composure despite being outnumbered. An upper cut the the hulking Ikeshti knocks her off her feet. Another blow is driven swiftly down into her chest.
AXL
Elthearon
Trosvod
Ikeshti -33
Nosmo
Aeon Guard -40
Trosvod keeps firing, eager to down an Aeon Guard!
AXL repositions, and fires again.
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This entire operation was a calculated risk. Watching the guard perform such heroics, Elthaeron realized that the problem was that they all sucked at math.
AXL repositions, and fires again. This time he catches the Azlanti off guard.
This entire operation was a calculated risk. Watching the guard perform such heroics, Elthaeron realized that the problem was that they all sucked at math. Fortunately quantity has a quality all of its own.
The Aeon Guard stumbles backwards before the Ikeshti makes sure he is quite dead.
AG trooper battle dress (clear spindle aeon stone, jump jets)
AG assault rifle with 4 magazines (100 longarm rounds)
Thunderstrike pulse gauntlet with 2 batteries
Frag grenade II
Incendiary grenade I
Trosvod reaches for the assault rifle.
"That armour is pretty tasty but I already have officer stuff which is a little heavier. One of you lot should definately wear that though!"
"I'll settle for just getting my rig back," Nosmo says as he catches up with the party. He eyes the Ikeshti's wounds but keeps a distance.
"Do we open the slave pens first or go right for the ship?" he asks, caught between doing the right thing and simply trying to escape.
"If we hit the slave pens we get more numbers against the guards.", Trosvod suggests.
The female Ikeshti is occupied for a few minutes at least chasing after some cafeteria drones.
”To the pens then.” Elthaeron said, securing the glove and the grenades. ”Worst comes to worst, this will be a day they don’t soon forget.”
As you try to open the pens it is under a security lockdown set in place by a high level clearance... your minds wander back to the guards discussing AXL having to be placed in general population with the rest of you. The guards had found this to be unusual.
"So...something's going on in the Slave Pens. Anyone got a bead on cracking this door open?"
"When we arrived, they looked at AXL and said another android," Nosmo says without looking up as he kneels beside the door to the slave pens. He removes a panel and tries to trip the door's lock. "Do you suppose they've got other androids locked up in here?"
"Gah!" he cries and recoils as sparks shoot out while the door remains impassive. "No good. If we want to get in here, we'd have to get a keycard or code or something from the warden or whoever's running this place."
Frustrated your Ikeshti 'ally' storms off towards the infirmary...
AXL moves to assist Nosmo.
Trosvod keeps watch.
Well, more watches AXL and Nosmo do their thing.
"We could go get our stuff first.", Trosvod offers.
"Good idea!" Nosmo replies to Trosvod. He moves as though to run towards the processing center, but thinks better of it and stops after a few hasty, awkwardly long strides. Nosmo slows his pace and allows his sturdier, more experience comrades to lead the way.
Again AXL offers to scout ahead.
AXL can't hear anything through the door though seeing as it's marked as Processing and Interrogation it might be soundproofed.
This bleak room contains an intimidating desk with a single bright light shining down on it. One side of the room has a pair of showers that lack any privacy, a nearby bin for clothing that holds a single towel, and a row of hooks holding several sets of prison coveralls.
A lone guard is currently cleaning in the area.
Elthearon
Nosmo
AXL23
Trosvod
Prison Guard.
Trosvod snaps off a shot which strays wildly.
”Breathe when you shoot. Let the air out and then squeeze the trigger.” Elthaeron said calmly, as he tried to put his own advice into action.
"Surrender" - AXL warns the guard, letting off a shot of his own.
"Not again, Nosmo squeaks.
He flattens himself out against the south wall beside the door, aims his pulsecaster pistol through the door, and squeezes off a shot at the hapless guard.
”Breathe when you shoot. Let the air out and then squeeze the trigger.” Elthaeron said calmly, as he tried to put his own advice into action.
"Not again", Nosmo squeaks.
He flattens himself out against the south wall beside the door, aims his pulsecaster pistol through the door, and squeezes off a shot at the hapless guard.
"Surrender" - AXL warns the guard, letting off a shot of his own.
Trosvod snaps off a shot which strays wildly.
The prison guard moves towards the other door exiting his room. Everyone hears a klaxon going off and those wearing prison guard armour see a flashing red rune on their huds...
Elthearon
Nosmo
AXL23
Trosvod
Prison Guard.
Trosvod moves into the room - and cover! - still firing at the guard once he can spot him again!
”Oh no...nonono...” Elthaeron muttered as he quickly fired another shot.
AXL changes tactics, and goes for a precisely aimed shot to disconcert their opponent.
The blaring alarm makes it harder for Nosmo to heed Elthaeron's advice to breath when he shoots.
”Oh no...nonono...” Elthaeron muttered as he quickly fired another shot.
The blaring alarm makes it harder for Nosmo to heed Elthaeron's advice to breath when he shoots.
AXL changes tactics, and goes for a precisely aimed shot to disconcert their opponent... the guard drops under this last shot.
It takes a few minutes but Nosmo is able to gain access to your gear.
Tearing off the looted gear, Elthaeron quickly put on his own gear. ”At least if we die here we can die in our own clothes.” He just wished that he had his mask. No elf should have to die in foreign space without one.
Trosvod keeps his newly-acquired ceremonial officer plate but cheerfully affixes his harmonic cannon to his shoulder, and grabs everything else that was taken from him.
"Ready to rock!", he declares, even injured.
Further back from the infirmary you can hear the sounds of very human screaming... no doubt the work of your ikeshti ally.
You've all reclaimed and requipped your gear, the only question is where to next. You can hear a lot more movement in the building now.
"Let's break our favourite android out of this dump!"
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”After we hit up the infirmary. I don’t know why, but I’ve got this feeling, call it a hunch, that it will be beneficial.”
AXL nods and moves ahead to take a look at what is going on in the infirmary.
With its bright lighting, sterile-looking instruments, and white walls, this area is clearly a place of medicine. A metal gurney is in front of some of the cabinets that line the southern half of the room. A large airlock door stands in the northern wall, adjacent to a smaller exit to the northeast.
A do tor thats has been shredded lies on the ground dead...
The many supply cabinets here hold mk 1 serums of healing (10), mk 2 serums of healing (4), sprayflesh (2 doses), and 12 tier 1 medicinals (split evenly between analgesics, antitoxins, and sedatives).
Trosvod greedily starts downing serum after serum!
"URRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!", he belches happily, his scales now looking much haler.
Having reclaimed his custom rig and his satchel, Nosmo gathers the rest of the medical supplies before Trosvod gets his claws on the rest. For a fleeting moment, he feels like a parent keeping a child from too many snacks.
"Hopefully - and this is a dim hope - we won't need all the rest of these," he says shouldering his back and adjusting his rig. "But I can certainly hope we'll be finished with this place soon enough.
"Now," he adds, forcing a wry smile and trying to act the part of a hero again, "Let's do this thing....Did that sound cool?"