Joy that the slap happy robot is dead quickly turns to horror as it calls out its self destruction sequence.
Driven back to Earth by Devic's yell, Geralt turns and books it to Frida's position and repeatedly starts shoving her back
"Go, go, go, go, go, go!"
Those that notice manage to succesfully save the rest from the explosion.
Out of the corpse, a single red spark flies up in the air, exploding into a tiny shimmering hologram like a firework, reading You just got punished.
Frida looks at it in disbelief. This is a dream. She said. This is some sort of drug-induced, surreal dream.
Devic hops down from the vent...
"Walk away for think you can handle it. Then something explode, and I not involved. What happen? Frida okay?"
and gives the party a stern-voiced talking to for almost exploding. How dare they.
Ammon runs back along side Geralt,looking back at the explosion, So that's what's going on. . Ammon removes his helmet taking a good breathe. I think this is real Frida, i mean Ammon doesn't do drugs Duncan said they are bad, And i'm awake He responds naively. So how do we get home?
"Working on it. Alone. Again." Devic doesn't make eye contact
The rat puts her hands up. "You five just... stay here. I look in vent."
She turns back to her last task.
"I can't believe this... Never going into a damn jungle again." Ramiel mutters as he drags the robot behind some boxes in case it does something else.
Someone has obviously never experienced the sixties. Frida said, a bit of nostalgia in her voice. Finding our way home is a secondary goal, first comes freeing whoever these aliens have already abducted.
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"Frida sound like babushka..."
Devic pops another disk, similar to the last, but now vanishing from sight as she moves ahead.
"...so how old ARE you even Frida?"
Ask Geralt once everything has calmed back down. Brushing off any dust that might have stuck, Geralt grabs one of the robots eyes and puts it in his pocket
"its a gift for Turt"
Gotcha, save people, beat up bad guy's, and then fo back home. Well for now we wait for Devic. Ammon goes to standing off in a corner pulling out a story book, flipping it open hehe they're fighting aliens and robots now, i love this book. Ammon laughs to himself as he reads oddly familiar sounding situations.
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Is that a question you ask a lady, Moment? Frida asked, her eyes growing cold on him. Find anything, Devic? Frida asked quietly up at the vent.
"Uh, sorry, usually Elves seem to be really proud of there age, more wisdom or something?" Geralt squeaks out, not wanting do be blasted by Frida for his foot in mouth syndrome.
Every elf i've met always said something like age is unimportant, Ammon comments from behind his book
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Waiting for Devic to return from her scouting trip, Skjor took the time to examine one of the robots. "What manner of being has made these metallic monsters?" he asked quietly. Picking up one of the robotic hands, he turned it slowly in his own. "It is very life-like, if made with metal and wires." Sparing a glance towards Moment, he advised, "Never ask a woman her age if you wish to add to yours."
That's profiling. Frida said to Geralt and Ammon. Not all elves fit into your definition of one, you know. Some of us would not like to remind you that we were around to see Sinatra in Vegas... Not that I was.
Think of them like Golems Skjor, if Golems were built by Apple. Frida said.
You see that their stun-batons are laid to their sides, a few feet from their person on their desks as they enjoy the Battle of Hoth.
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The rodent tries to make use of some basic engineering knowledge to carefully prop open the vent.
"Shh. Guards in next. Security room. Opened vent. Suggest drop between guard and weapon. Ehh, suggest we drop in for hello's and tea. And explosions."
"Tea sounds lovely" Geralt says trying to forget the last couple of minutes of his existence. Rubbing the phantom pain away, Geralt asks
"who's going first?"
One of the guards tilts there heads at seemingly nothing, and it is only the fact that Luke just happened to force-pull his lightsaber to his grip that he returns his gaze to the screen.
This is so much better than the first episode. The other said.
After you. Frida said, pointing up at the Devic-sized vent and smiling.
"I give signal. Come on then."
Devic creeps back over to the opened hole, takes a swing of what's probably mutagen and drops into the room between the guards and their weapons. The screen ends up catching her attention too.
Whoa... Frida smiled.
During the Ewok Dance Party scene, one of the aliens go. Something is not right. He said, eyes slowly panning towards the table with the stun batons. I clearly remember in my research that an old man was one of the ghosts, not a wavy-haired young man. I must investigate further. He turned fully, towards not only just the baton table, but a 1960s saized supercomputer. It's spherical black eyes widening. Oh, poo. It said, noting the empty table, pushing a button on the computer and triggering an alarm straight out of the Inception trailers. Prisoners are free. He said into a speaker. Targets are wanted mostly alive. Keep on the lookout.
"uh oh...that's not good" grunts Geralt, as he face palms "Devic I sure hope you have a plan..."
She's smart, i'm sure she does Ammon clearly not worried, puts his focus on the situation. Kill the alarm, kill the kidnappers, highjack the ship. Thats my idea for a plan anyway
Oh s%++, I need a plan. Why did I forget about the intercom!?
Devic tries to think quickly before settling on the only course of action that works with her goals.
She speaks behind the one at the console. This is probably the signal.
The alien aims for the alien at the intercom, avoiding the square with the device in it after she realizes she screwed up her line by coughing on an errant dorito dust pocket.
Frida turns to Ammon. Good plan. She said, moving forward quickly and stopping two steps ahead. Do any of us know what to do after we hijack the ship? she asked.
The edge of the explosion catchest the alien and knocks him against the consol.
Ammon shrugs, Find our way home, i'm not too worried. I mean we already saved the world once.
Well, this didn't work.
Facepalming, Geralt resignstops himself to this encounter.
"Jettson the Doritos so they burn in atmo." Ramiel mutters as he gets ready.
Devic, faced with two gray aliens squares off for an encounter.
Both walk up and try to touch Devic with open palms.
Meanwhile in the halls(?) of the ship outside of the security room, four grays appear to face the other group, followed by one floating spherical robot. Freeze! The lead one says, it's voice sounding like it's being put through a megaphone. We've got you surrounded!
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"You'll never take me alive!" Geralt yells, attacking the closest one to himself.
Devic steps back from the Grays hands, not having any idea what that would do to her, or wanting any lingering dorito dust on her clothes. She's no neat freak, but she has standards. She also has explosives.
"Prosti! Ya ne khotel etogo!"
{b]"I'm not staying on this blasted ship any longer!"[/b] Ramiel snarls as he raises his hand and throws lightning at the nearest alien.
Resistance is futile! One of the aiens told Devic.
It would be more futile if we had our weapons, rodent! The other chimes in. Of which you stole from us!
The first one runs in with their bad touch and strikes.
The second one taps it's bulbous head in a psychic pose and looks at you.
Geralt's blow swings right over the head of his target, but Rameill's blast shocks his target, fizzling him out.
I taste metal! It shouts.
The three aliens level their blasters and snap off a few clear ball-shaped blasts. The first aimed at Rameil, the next at Geralt, and the third at Frida.
"You steal me from planet! Is better!?"
"Otvali! We just talk? Please?"
Ammon screams loudly, Shut up! he attacks the nearest alien
Ammon's strike passes over the bulbous head of the alien he was striking towards as it ducks under the blow.
The bomb explodes and catches both of the aliens in the blast.
We are past the point of talking. One of them says in a deep baritone.
You notice that, in about five more feet, you will hit the wall.
They both enter a psychic pstance and strike at you with Mind Thrust again.
Ramiel shruggs off the hit on himself and returns fire in a most shocking fashion, cursing in a mix of Spanish and Halfling all the while.
The blast dives straight into the centre of the group, and, against all statistics, misses everyone in it.
"this is only getting more and more ridiculous..." laments Geralt, attacking again
Geralt's blade srikes the gray alien across the tiny chest, it reels back and tries to recover.
The gray struck by Geralt forgoes shooting him by reaching out it's free hand and attacking.
The other two unleash shots on Frida and Ammon.
Frida gets snagged on the shoulder, she lets out a long string of elven, which one could assume from the context and the tone of voice that it was profanity. She flexed her hand and formed another spiked ball of ice and snow, throwing it at the alien that Geralt had struck.
The alien takes the blow to the head and promptly falls down without another word, its weapon slipping from its grasp.
The other small gray species in the security room looks back and forth between the Grays. "Oh. Ehh, so that's it then. You disappoint." Devic looks at the floor before flinging another bomb at the aliens.
Shrugging of the affects rather easily, Geralt wordlessly charges the alien that attack Frida
Ammon swiftly attacks, muttering nonsense underbreathe