Devic's blast knocks both of the aliens off of their feet. Not dead, not yet, but also not looking like they could stand to keep on fighting with their ferocious rodent opponant.
They raise their hands in unison. White flag! White flag! One shouts.
Geralt's blow slashes straight through the alien and drops it down to the ground, its weapon freeing from its grip. Frida gives him a wide-eyed, appreciative look, then a nod.
Ammon's strike clips his alien, not putting him down, but causing it to stumble back a few paces.
Devic keeps her gun handy, but offers a buck-toothy smile of acceptance anyway.
"Is good! Hah, very good! Yes. That one on ground. Alive? I have demands and more explosives. Also medicines. Mostly demands."
He is alive. The alien said accusingly, grappling at its side. No thanking to you. What are you demanding of us? It asked wearily.
The bomber snaps at the alien. "'Ey! No get sassy with me mister. You ehh, drag us on technological marvel spaceship, expect not fight?"
Devic walks over and places one extract of Cure Light Wounds next to the aliens, in the form of an unmarked glass bottle. The smell is disconcerting.
"First demand: Give to unconscious one. You watch our movies, not get to Independence Day yet? Abduct people from Earth is bad time. Next demand: Show me blueprints of ship."
I just want to go home personally... Who told you abductions and theft are okay? Cause, ya know it's not.
"Dev...what are you planning?" Geralt asks, wearily, readjusting his mask and briefly looking over at Frida.
We did watch independence day. We thought that it was a hilarious parody of Gray/ Vyryxyn relations. The Gray said. We cannot do that second request, ratling. We do not have prints, it is on a computer file.
Mask fixed, Geralt turns to the remaining aliens, brandishing his longsword menacingly
"Are we done?" he asks, stalling while speeding up his personal time, healing
"Ehh, pull up file then. Want the way out." Devic peers over to the monitors.
The Gray nervously brings up the file and gives it to Devic in the form of a small, cleer screen. You see the way to the teleporter room through the labyrinth of hallways.
The floating Ball zooms in and zaps at Geralt with a static prod.
While the one in melee with ammon unleashes the bad touch.
The last one blasts at Frida
Frida sidesteps the blast, curses again, and puts both of her hands together. A large ball of water forms between them, then shoots out towards the floating ball, encapsulating it.
The ball begins to fizzel out and spark, now covered by the floating sphere of water.
1. Rameil
2. Geralt
3. Gray
4. Gray
5. Gray
6. Ammon
7. Bot
8. Frida
"Hey, you dumb ball thing!" Rameil shouts as he charges up a shot and let's loose a zap of his own. "I'm the only one that gets to be shocking around here!"
The orb-bot, still entrapped in the orb of water that Frida had formed around it, finds the wayward bolt stray close enough to skim the surface of the water, sending an even bigger jolt through the robot and causing it to explode, catching the remaining aliens in the blast, throwing them against the wall.
That was lucky, Frida said, patting Rameil on the back. Come on, Devic should be close.
Indeed, were Devic to take a look at the security monitor, she would find that the party was in the hall outside the room she was in.
The sound of the Death Star exploding again (because that was good writing) draws Devic's attention to the monitors, and in turn, to the party. She looks back and forth between the aliens and the screen, waving them away from the console.
"Oh, ehh, they finish finally. Ehh, good for them... Slizni." She moves over and bangs on the door with her gun hand. In the mean time, she brings errant bags of doritos over to the grays in the room, one for each of them.
Ammon goes to open the door, hearing the knock, There you are, try not to wander off it's dangerous here.
When the door opens, Devic is sitting on the floor facing the monitors.
"Ehh, hi Ammon! Found way out. Have other idea. Anyone bring rope?"
Geralt idly tosses his rope to Devic, his attention on healing himself after the beating he took
"Wow, didn't think anyone actually had any. Thanky. Ehh, okay. Ehh, last demand, security mal'chikov. Show how reach bridge of ship."
"Kids, and Frida. We will have choices. We could leave. Or, pay captain a visit. Hmm?"
Geralt flexes his now fully healed body, appreciating himself really quickly.
"I'm feeling great at the moment, I'd be down to beat up a ship captain"
We should subdue him, if possible. Ammon comments, but yeah, lets go get the captain.
My thoughts exactly, Frida said. I don't think that Miss Silver would be too happy if we left a ship full of prisoners and half the US's supply of Dorritos in the hands of an invading force. She smiled, actually smiled, however tentatively. Let's go stage a mutiny. Where are we headed, Devic?
"As long as we take him.. her.. it? Take the captain with us so they can see how it feels to be abducted I'm all for it. Otherwise I want to get off this tincan and eat and drink something besides Mt. Dew and Doritos."
The bomber makes a point to tie the three grays together very tightly, using whatever rope is left to bind their mouths.
"Bridge. Was hoping someone else lead ehh, for once. When was last time you see rat in charge? How long you here anyway?" Devic asks Ramiel before offering up an unopened bottle of whisky to the caped crusader.
"before we leave. One of you. Stuff them in vent."
Alrighty then Ammon does as asked and stuff one into a vent, Why? if you don't mind me asking.
"So no other alien comes in and learns of plans from them. And ehh, heh. Someones going to walk in here later, and they hear thumping in the vent, and it be because these idiots ARE SHOVED INTO THE AIR VENT. AHAHAHAHAHA!"
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"......." Geralt scratches his head, questioning for the first time if Devic is actually sane
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She's crackers.... Ammon mutters, being sorry he asked
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"Can't say she's boring though, eh?"
Nope, but I haven't been bored all day. Frida said, Come on, let's go.
Devic's map leads the team through the surprisingly empty halls, barely the sound of a mouse (unless she decides to be extra noisy).
Finally, they hit a large door affixed with dozens of bright red lights, and a picture of a Gray with a handlebar moustache and a naval officer's hat.
If shield is active, then Devic uses her CLW extract. If not, she uses her other extract of shield then CLW, then does the same.
After those things, Devic'll usher someone to open the door.
Geralt shrugs
'no guts no glory' he thinks, walking towards the door, hand out stretched to open it
The door opens up to a darkened room and a backturned throne with a single spotlight over it. The throne turns at your arrival to reveal the same Gray as on the picture out front, mustache and naval officer's hat included, with the addition of a monocle. He is stroking some odd, hairless, cat-like creature as it stares menacingly at the team.
Welcome, welcome, welcome. The Gray says in a manner that sounds unsettlingly like Dr. Evil. Welcome my little stowaways, to my lair. He said. You will notice that you managed to get to this lair overall unhindered. That is because, my friends, I have been studying your wartime spy documentary series's chronicling the life and times of James Bond, and his lesser known compatriot, Austin Powers. Therefor, I have elected to face you off mono a mono as my subordinates break in the pool room. Here, I will present you with an ultimatum, surrender, or face my well-prepared and intricately convoluted wrath. What will it be, team?
... Documentary? Frida said, raising a finger.
"*gasp* You like James Bond? I like James Bond! Ehh, ve accept your grievous tactical error."
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"...is this a fever dream?" Geralt asks aloud, scratching his head with wide eyes, staring at this....thing
"I feel like I'm the only one that has no idea who he's talking about." Ramiel mutters as he glances back at the door to make sure this wasn't some kind of trick.
You're not alone buddy, i was never allowed to watch tv back home. Ammon says quietly, drawing his blade, Either way, no surrender.
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You are answering too late, I'm afraid. The gray captain said, pressing a button on his wrist, It is now time for you to observe my wrath, and maybe that will aid you in your decision.
The floors to your side begin moving, sinking into the wall and leaving the team on a catwalk, or more a bridge. A thrashing pool lay below your feet.
Surrender He said, the pool thrashing more wildly.
Or face, The first creature in the pool finally surfaces, snapping out and chomping at the air towards the team, then attempting a different method of attack. A red beam shoots from a device in the familiar creature's head.
My sharks with freakin' laser beams attached to their heads.
"If we doing Bond I should really be on other side... hehe."
Devic smiles toothily. " Ehh, also, the lasers coming with me."
"I hate to disappoint you," Ramiel says as he smiles, "but I shoot lightning from my hands. Lasers don't impress me."
Really? The alien asked, looking and sounding noticeably deflated at Rameil's comment. Not even when those lasers have been cybernetically implanted into the heads of a shark? He asked. A LASER Shark. He said, drawing a very long, six-shooter-like laser pistol from his side and pointing it to the group.
Meanwhile, one of the sharks leaps out and attacks the electric detractor with its freakin laser-beam.
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Initiative
Sharkeh
Devic
Frida/Sharkeh
Man with the Golden Laser
Sharkeh
Ammon
Geralt
Ramiel
"You say 'C' word? Knew being abducted was best thing that happened for me."
Devic looks down for just long enough to miss the explosion. "Ehh, wait, I mean 'cybernetic', not other word."
Ramiel hisses in pain as the laser cuts through his arm.