Lors stabs the man in the gut with her disguised trident, but it is not enough to take him down before he unloads his assault rifle. Bleeding severely from the wounds, he manages to put forth heroic effort into avoiding the shobhad's following strikes. He dodges one strike and blocks the other between the tines with his rifle. The force of the blow slides him back a couple inches.
Haro puts the Aeon Guard out of his misery with a swift strike through the base of the guard's helmet. Other than the sound of your breathing and the electric hum of the holographic emitters, the room becomes eerily silent.
Uxiana: I'll have to add it after work as I don't have the AP here, but it's not that exciting. Same stuff you've found on other grunts.
Emedes: AG trooper battle dress (clear spindle aeon stone and jump jets installed), AG assault rifle, 3 magazines totaling 75 longarm rounds, thunderstrike pulse guantlet with 2 batteries, frag grenade Mk 2, incendiary grenade Mk 1
Ceremonial officer plate with infrared sensors installed, pulsecaster pistol with battery, and a standard taclash
With the room to yourselves for the moment, you can see that the camera feed of almost every room in this cell block must feed here. You see hall that you came through to reach the greeting desk and the guard at the airlock, you see the back of Haro's "friend's" head and the rest of the room--you realize that this feed has probably recorded your entrance and behavior in the room, two white rooms with harsh, fluorescent light, a solitary guard cleaning what looks like an interrogation room, a room full of robotic equipment with a technician putting a combat drone back together while guarded by two guards and four hovering security drones, four separate feeds of what looks like some kind of central hub with three guards manning the station, the inside of an airlock, three feeds of a landing pad, a medic sitting at his desk typing out posts to a Play-by-Post roleplaying game, a cafeteria with two cooking drones and an Aeon Guard standing watch over an airlock, the inside of two more airlocks, two feeds of the moon's surface, two feeds of smaller interrogation rooms, and two feeds of a prison room manned by three guards as well as several prisoners in isolation cells.
With the man down and Steve's weapons recovered he immediately begins scrolling through the feeds and hacking the computer, smacking Rril's hands away from the keyboard. "Dibs."
As Rril scans through the different feeds on display in the room, to stops by the cluster displaying aliens in prison cells for certainly your goal will be displayed here. He finds a giant gastropod with several tentacles with leaf-shaped ends in one, a massive, red-scaled humanoid lizard who barely fits within the cell and looks enraged even through the video, a crab-shaped slivara who looks dried out and much worse for wear, a vesk who is so emaciated that her ribs are showing, and an iridescent blue shirren missing a foot and two vestigial arms. The last three--barring the starvation and torture--match the description that Talmrin gave you of her companions she asked you to rescue. Notably, there is no android to be found on any of the feeds. There are three holo-emitters that are not activated.
Meanwhile, Steve pushes the guard's corpse out of the bloody chair and hops up to get to work on accessing the Azlanti system. Whether Steve misunderstood something in Azlanti or simply found the prison code too different from what he is used to dealing with, the attempt fails. The screen flickers and then static electricity rains down from the ceiling.
The monitor reads in Azlanti: Warning: Next Unauthorized Attempt Will Result in Lethal Force
Those not shocked out of their boots and otherwise distracted note that the guards in the robotic repair room look at their wrists and then say something. One opens the door, which you all can hear through the door Haro had opened previously because the sound of welding and cutting of metal rings loudly down the hall for a moment as the four hovering security drones drift out of the door on the camera feed. The sound goes away as the door shuts. The guards remain with the technician.
Steve stiffens as he gets stunned dropping his pistol to the ground and falling out of the chair. He gets up a moment later, his jaw still locked tight from the shock. "Let's try that again." He says through clenched teeth.
Lors snarls through the pain, and places herself between Steve and the door.
"We may have company soon."
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As Rril scans through the different feeds on display in the room, to stops by the cluster displaying aliens in prison cells for certainly your goal will be displayed here. He finds a giant gastropod with several tentacles with leaf-shaped ends in one, a massive, red-scaled humanoid lizard who barely fits within the cell and looks enraged even through the video, a crab-shaped slivara who looks dried out and much worse for wear, a vesk who is so emaciated that her ribs are showing, and an iridescent blue shirren missing a foot and two vestigial arms. The last three--barring the starvation and torture--match the description that Talmrin gave you of her companions she asked you to rescue. Notably, there is no android to be found on any of the feeds.
"Well, I think I've found some of the folks we were sent here to find. However, our android friend seems to be missing." notes Rril as he looks for some switch to possibly open up all of the prisons cells at once.
.The monitor reads in Azlanti: Warning: Next Unauthorized Attempt Will Result in Lethal Force
cries Rril glancing up from the console. Looking at the monitor, he warns, "Expect incoming. Soon!"
The scoundrel then leaps over to the goblin, already entering new code and attempts to render some assistance. "This could have gone better..." he mutters as he catches the forms of the guard and drones out of the corner of his eye.
"I've DEFINITELY seen this entire scene in a vid. Yeah, I'm ready for company."
Antenor finds a spot to hide if the party doesn't look like it's going anywehre:
By the time those who succumbed to the shock grid regain control of their bodies and Steve manages--with Rril's expert yelling guidance--to gain access to the computer but before he has a chance to do anything else, Haro sees a drone hover into view. And it sees him.
Combat! Round 1. Bold may act.
Rril
Antenor (hiding)
Haro
Lors
Drone(s)
Steve
Lors scowls as she tries to get a clear line on the drone, circling round the room in order to get a clear strike with her trident.
Staying Stealthy, Antenor moves over to the others. If the battle starts to turn, he'll make a big scene...
Haro and Lors impale the hovering drone, and then Rril blows it into scrap before they can pull back their weapons. Unfortunately, you know from the camera feed that there are at least three more in the halls somewhere. In fact, one floats into view and shoots the giant, non-Azlanti it spies through the doorway with a stun gun.
Lors is probably getting tired of being electrocuted by various devices.
Combat! Round 1/2. Bold may act.
Steve (19/28|full HP)
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Rril
Antenor (15/24|full HP)(hiding)
Haro (15/24|full HP)
Lors (23/36|full HP)
Drone(s)
Steve skitters out into the hallway as he takes aim at the bot. "What did you guys do? Who called the security?"
"I don't know, but I don't like it Steve! Come let's finish this!"
Antenor steps out of hiding, encourages the others to focus on yellow, and then takes a shot of his own.
"Dammit. Shoulda kept my head down!"
Steve runs boldly past the hovering drone and into the hallway.
Rril shoots the drone, the slug knocking off a panel. Antenor wastes his surprise shooting the threshold. Haro prepares to strike. Lors makes a measured strike and turns the second drone into scrap with a powerful thrust.
The shobhad watches two more drones fly around the corner and down the hall towards Steve. As one passes the doorway, Haro strikes and shoves his pike deep into its circuitry. It still manages to function, somehow.
Combat! Round 2/3. Bold may act.
Steve (19/28|full HP)
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Rril
Antenor (15/24|full HP)(hiding)
Haro (15/24|full HP)
Lors (23/36|full HP)
Drone(red)
Drone (blue) (-12 hp)
"Fine!" Antenor goes full out, hurling a grenade into the hallway:
for
Lors tries to make her trident an impenetrable bulwark of enchanted steel. No drone shall lightly pass her by!
Antenor tosses out a grenade, which goes off in the hallway with much less force than he anticipated. The metal pellets dent the two drones here and there. Haro steps back and finishes off the drone in the doorway. Rril fires at the fourth drone, scoring a hit and blowing off a segment of plating despite the awkward angle. Lors then smashes it against the far wall where it crumbles into scrap.
For the time being, the halls and the surveillance room are quiet.
Returning to the computer, Steve finds that he has access and can download a schematic of the cell block. One thing that you note upon review of the schematic is that there is a subsection where the cameras have been manually disconnected. There is no incoming feed for three cameras.
Hacking deeper to gain better control of this computer and the associated cameras will require more time and risks setting off the security measures once more.
"Well, let's not linger. I'm pretty curious about those dark spots on the feed. Shall we? Are we healthy and hale enough?"
"I totally got into that computer. No problems. You longshanks set off all the alarms!" Steve waves it off as he remounts and reloads his weapons back onto Oonopidae. "Let's just kill everything in here so I can get my ship." Steve crawls to the ceiling on his drone as he stays strapped in. A small giggle from the darkness.
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"Well, let's not linger. I'm pretty curious about those dark spots on the feed. Shall we? Are we healthy and hale enough?"
"'Healthy'?" Rril replies. "Of course! Just look at this physique." He flexes an arm and poses for good measure, before returning both hands to his rifle. "As for 'hale'? Personally, I never touch the stuff."
"We'd do best to get our girl and get out of here." he suggests as he tries to quickly count the number of enemy "blips" on the feeds. "If no one is coming to check on the commotion, we may still be able to bluff ourselves a bit more time. Tell any new comers that some glitch caused the commotion and some misfires and that, as a precaution, we are taking these 'prisoners' back to the block."
The scoundrel heads into the corridor and takes up a defensive position, his rifle at the ready.
Spotting the goblin moving ahead, he shouts, " Bad prisoner! You can't go running off on your own like that!"
Then, noting that the goblin has paused in front of the robotics lab, Rril lets out a smile, "Rogue robots? Causing commotion in the prison? Requiring the use of force to address the malfunction? Not the worst idea for a cover story."
The human continues to think aloud, "We'd have to take out the techs in the lab first, to make it believable and avoid them offering any contradictions. Next, a few shots into the door's interior for show. Announce to the 'blips' in the other rooms that they are to shelter in place. Then..."
"Okay, let's do this, but let's do this right. I'm down with Rril."
Lors reclaims her heavy weaponry from her crew, but keeps a bit to the back. "If they get eyes on us, then we'll be shooting sooner or later."
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With the others seemingly ready to press on, Rril heads over to the door of the robotics lab. He gives it a once over for any hazards.
"Better let me handle this, Steve." he says to the goblin. "You frankly don't make for a very believable Azlanti."
Satisfied that the door is untrapped, he attempts to open it.
This deep into the cell block, Rril finds that the door does not simply respond to his swipe of the key card. He might recall the genetic scanners the Azlanti used in their quickly assembled camp back on Nakondis. However, his hacking is more than adequate to bypass the lock. The door slides open, and he hurries to slip away his tools.
"There is more to eliminating the threat than sending wave after wave of robots. The cyberzombies will just keep adding the parts to--," one of the guards stops mid-sentence as the doors open. Two prison guards and a sweating engineer turn to look to the doorway.
The engineer stops welding and flips up her visor. "What's your business here?" she demands in Azlanti.
The guards are momentarily confused by your assertion but their military training is quickly reorienting them to the situation and the ruse.
Combat! Round 1. Bold may act.
Rril (surprise round)
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Antenor
Red
Rril
Blue
Steve
Lors
Haro
Antenor laughs a bit, that was a good ruse, too bad it didn't work! He rushes up to the fray taking up a stickybomb grenade.
"Then we had best alert the prison," the guard now south of Rril says, activating her comm. "Prisoner escape in cellbock J. Initiate system wide alarm." She then looks back up at Haro. "Wait! Did you tell us to put our hands up!?"
A second later, red lights along the halls begin flashing red.
Antenor
Red
Rril
Blue
Steve
Lors
Haro
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"Then we had best alert the prison," the guard now south of Rril says, activating her comm. "Prisoner escape in cellbock J."
"Look," Rril begins, as the guard activates the alarm. "I didn't mean for you to trigger every blasted alarm! I had just meant to--Never mind..." He decides mid-sentence to forego the explanation and, instead, concludes with a rifle shot.
"Sometimes, I really wonder why I even bother. No one seems to have an appreciation for the craft these days." he mutters as he opens a sizable hole within one of the guards.
The second guard looks on with shock on her face as Rril ends the life of the first with a single shot. She draws her pulsecaster and fires at the faux-Azlanti. The electric jolt scatters across his right shoulder, only mildly painful.
Blue
Steve (19/28|full HP)
Lors
Haro (15/24|full HP)
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Antenor
Rril (22/24|full HP)
Steve skitters across the wall on Oonopidae. He pushes the button to release a flaming pistol from down below as a jet of flame arcs across the room. The sound of the fire drowns out the whooping cheer from the goblin.
EAC: 15 KAC: 17 CM: 25
Stamina: 28/28; HP: 26/26; Resolve: 5/5
Repair Drone = 1/1 (25% / 5 hp)
Used: Smoke Grenade
Azimuth Laser Pistol 20/20
Oonopidae
EAC: 15 KAC: 17 CM: 22
HP: 40/40
Weapon Equipped (Flame Pistol)
Petrol 16/20
Lors bursts out of the hallway, smashing her trident into the closest soldier as she tries to also bar their escape.
[ooc]And Fort DC 15, or shaken for
Steve releases his flaming petrol at the remaining guard, but before she can recover, Lors rams her trident through the guard's chest and momentarily pins her to the wall.
The roboticist's jaw drops. She stammers and looks around in a daze, seeking machines to defend her. Sadly, none of the robots remaining in the workshop are anywhere close to functional condition. The last functional robots she had access to are lying in piles of scrap where you left them.