As the party continued along the hallway Savannah notices a door with two of the masked men guarding it and something in the shadows behind them. Suddenly the guards were lifted into the air and hurled against the far wall, they dropped and remained on the ground, presumably unconcious. "You might want to hurry up and check out that room, patrols will be coming through in about twenty minutes." Said a familliar voice, a rather familliar looking boy stepped from the shadows, stopping for a few moments to stare at the group before continuing on his way.
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"Would any of you care to tell me who that was?" Savannah asked, casting a cautious glance at the passing psionic.
"See. We could, but then we'd be found by the patrol. So stop asking questions and start dragging a guard into the room." Hammond managed to kick a guard into a position that let him slide across the floor and into the room.
That's just my way of saying 'It's been so long since I've played this that I've forgotten whether Hammond has met this kid at all.'
I should really go over the thread again to make sure everything I think is true is actually true. =/
I should really go over the thread again to make sure everything I think is true is actually true. =/
"He's my sisters second cousin?" Em suggested, dragging the other guard by the leg. They crowded She went up to the door, turning the handle, but it stayed locked.
"Argh! Open up, ya bastard!" She grumbled, kicking the door.
"Argh! Open up, ya bastard!" She grumbled, kicking the door.
"Let me handle this." Hammond put Ari gently down next to the door and took a few steps back. "Out of the way Em. Wouldn't want you to get hit."
She stepped aside, apparently eager to watch him break something while trying to open the door. Not that he could tell with the mask she was wearing. He took a run up before stamping his right foot firmly into the door, sending it flying into the room free from it's hinges.
And he kept going, quite unable to stop. He'd misjudged how easily he could break the door and went foot-first into the room. And he landed in the room with several traps going off at once. He could hear all the clicks going off. First came a huge pain in his legs, caused by what seemed to be thousands of minuscule needles all hitting him at once. His legs were falling asleep instantly, and only through luck did he manage to stay standing. "Ah, shit! I knew that there was a trap..."
If you knew there was a trap there, then why the fuck did you run into it headfirst?
...Shut up.
He heard another click, another trap setting itself in motion. "Ah motherfu-!" He purposefully stopped himself mid-sentence, realising that he had to stay as quiet as possible to not draw any attention to himself. And it took a hell of a lot of willpower to avoid cursing and swearing at the pain now emanating from his chest. He'd been hit at least 5 times with large darts, and they were all currently stabbing him in his torso. He looked like a human pincushion.
You should have used that broad as a shield. What's-her-face? Ali? Gabi?
Hey. You. Shut up.
He plucked them painfully from himself, leaving little marks where he had been hit. "It's safe... ish."
She stepped aside, apparently eager to watch him break something while trying to open the door. Not that he could tell with the mask she was wearing. He took a run up before stamping his right foot firmly into the door, sending it flying into the room free from it's hinges.
And he kept going, quite unable to stop. He'd misjudged how easily he could break the door and went foot-first into the room. And he landed in the room with several traps going off at once. He could hear all the clicks going off. First came a huge pain in his legs, caused by what seemed to be thousands of minuscule needles all hitting him at once. His legs were falling asleep instantly, and only through luck did he manage to stay standing. "Ah, shit! I knew that there was a trap..."
If you knew there was a trap there, then why the fuck did you run into it headfirst?
...Shut up.
He heard another click, another trap setting itself in motion. "Ah motherfu-!" He purposefully stopped himself mid-sentence, realising that he had to stay as quiet as possible to not draw any attention to himself. And it took a hell of a lot of willpower to avoid cursing and swearing at the pain now emanating from his chest. He'd been hit at least 5 times with large darts, and they were all currently stabbing him in his torso. He looked like a human pincushion.
You should have used that broad as a shield. What's-her-face? Ali? Gabi?
Hey. You. Shut up.
He plucked them painfully from himself, leaving little marks where he had been hit. "It's safe... ish."
Em applauded quietly, caught up in the moment.
"That was amazing! You could be in show business with that." She giggled.
"That was amazing! You could be in show business with that." She giggled.
Savannah looked on with an air of hopelessness.
This buffoon will get me killed, he thought before keeping watch on the corridors around them.
Then an idea struck him. He went in cautiously and strode towards Em, snatching Aricla's rifle from her and grumbling to her to keep a lookout. He knelt down and held the rifle at arm's length, by the barrel - after making sure the safety was on - and used it to check for any additional traps by dragging it across the ground, slowly but surely.
He heard a click, and a powder keg rose out of the ground, which seemed to be about to go off. "Out of the way!" he yelled as he sprang up and ran from the room.
Damn fool! I should have known this was a bad idea.
This buffoon will get me killed, he thought before keeping watch on the corridors around them.
Then an idea struck him. He went in cautiously and strode towards Em, snatching Aricla's rifle from her and grumbling to her to keep a lookout. He knelt down and held the rifle at arm's length, by the barrel - after making sure the safety was on - and used it to check for any additional traps by dragging it across the ground, slowly but surely.
He heard a click, and a powder keg rose out of the ground, which seemed to be about to go off. "Out of the way!" he yelled as he sprang up and ran from the room.
Damn fool! I should have known this was a bad idea.
Two clicks and a large keg came from a hole in the ground. Hammond quickly ran back towards the door, assuming that the traps there had already been set off by his earlier lack of foresight. He managed to get out of the room and avoid the explosion by a hair's breadth, along with a few darts that buried themselves in the wall where he had just been.
He was tempted to hit Savannah for his 'bright' idea, but he quickly realised the hypocrisy that would bring.
He breathed deeply. "We've got no chance trying to get across there if the rest of them are like that... Anyone got any ideas that won't get us killed?"
He was tempted to hit Savannah for his 'bright' idea, but he quickly realised the hypocrisy that would bring.
He breathed deeply. "We've got no chance trying to get across there if the rest of them are like that... Anyone got any ideas that won't get us killed?"
Savannah frowned. "The best thing to do now is to try to dodge around the traps. I shall do this as quickly as possible. You two," he said to Em, "keep watch. I apologise for my grievous error."
Without another word, he stepped, somehow both quickly and cautiously into the room, looking for signs of traps.
Without another word, he stepped, somehow both quickly and cautiously into the room, looking for signs of traps.
"Aye Cap'n!" Em saluted, turning back round and surveying the corridor.
"[small]It's not like it's my job to dodge traps and steal anyway...[/small]" She mumbled contently. She wasn't really bothered, as long as they didn't get themselves killed.
"[small]It's not like it's my job to dodge traps and steal anyway...[/small]" She mumbled contently. She wasn't really bothered, as long as they didn't get themselves killed.
Hammond sat down outside the door, glad that he had gotten out of that room alive. His chest still hurt from the trap he'd set off before. He looked to the two dead guards and took one of their masks, putting it over his own face.
He righted it and then regarded the poor guard he had taken the mask from. It was either an incredibly effeminate man or a woman with a serious case of man-face. Unwilling to find out, he took the chestguard, gloves and boots from the other guard and put them on.
He drew his beam sword and put it across his lap, and then pulled out the silver fork and started to twirl it between his fingers, waiting quietly for something to happen. Either a patrol would show up, and he'd get some practice, or Savannah would get himself across the room of death and find whatever it was the psionic kid was trying to get them to.
He righted it and then regarded the poor guard he had taken the mask from. It was either an incredibly effeminate man or a woman with a serious case of man-face. Unwilling to find out, he took the chestguard, gloves and boots from the other guard and put them on.
He drew his beam sword and put it across his lap, and then pulled out the silver fork and started to twirl it between his fingers, waiting quietly for something to happen. Either a patrol would show up, and he'd get some practice, or Savannah would get himself across the room of death and find whatever it was the psionic kid was trying to get them to.
Damn these people.
Savannah couldn't tell where a single trap was. He was considering whether caution was the best course of action here, then quickly but a rein on that line of thinking. Caution was always the best course of action.
"I cannot find a single trap, but I know there are some in there. One of you try," he said, leaving the room, ready to take up lookout duty.
Savannah couldn't tell where a single trap was. He was considering whether caution was the best course of action here, then quickly but a rein on that line of thinking. Caution was always the best course of action.
"I cannot find a single trap, but I know there are some in there. One of you try," he said, leaving the room, ready to take up lookout duty.
"One of us? That's crazy!" Em said, standing up. She smiled happily. "I'll have a go!"
She walked to the doorway, peering in.
"Here trappy trappy trappy...." She looked around, non were visible.
"Damnit, well here I go!" Em dived forwards, before rolling across the floor. More traps went off, causing arrows to fly everywhere, and fire to bellow out of a hidden grate.
She made it to the other wall, with only a scorched sleeve, and an arrow in her leg.
"Ta daa..." She said wearily, from the other side of the room.
She walked to the doorway, peering in.
"Here trappy trappy trappy...." She looked around, non were visible.
"Damnit, well here I go!" Em dived forwards, before rolling across the floor. More traps went off, causing arrows to fly everywhere, and fire to bellow out of a hidden grate.
She made it to the other wall, with only a scorched sleeve, and an arrow in her leg.
"Ta daa..." She said wearily, from the other side of the room.
what do we find? :0
"...the hell?" Hammond looked around the door and tilted his head to one side, staring in utter confusion of how Em had just gotten across the room. "Lucky..." The rest of the sentence was mumbled incoherently and he ignored whatever it was the rest of the team was currently doing.
The two sentences that Em had uttered perfectly summed her up. "That's crazy!" almost instantly followed by "I'll have a go!" She was idiotic, acting rashly and down-right stupidly in almost every situation, and yet she continued to live. Confusing, yet interesting. The polar opposite to people that seemed to die all around them. She was entropic and acted upon her childish instincts, while the more orderly fell to the wayside. Hell, even Hammond himself was getting hurt more when he tried to act.
He pondered this while still twirling the silver fork between two fingers. He wasn't concentrating on either task much and dropped the fork, losing his train of thought and sighing as he had to pick the fork back up.
And then he looked at Ari, who was sitting against the opposing wall with her head drooped to one side. "Don't you judge me."
Silence, in which Hammond started to spin the cutlery again.
"Hey, it's not my fault. I was only doing what Savannah said to do. If you want someone to blame, blame him."
More silence...
"What? As though I wanted to hit you with a chair? Would anyone take a person to a hospital twice and then willingly hit them later?"
A third silence.
He rolled his eyes. "I think I preferred you when you were a conscious mute. You didn't complain as much." He slipped the fork into his pocket and then stood up with his sword in his right hand. He went out into the open corridor, looking this way and that for patrols.
The two sentences that Em had uttered perfectly summed her up. "That's crazy!" almost instantly followed by "I'll have a go!" She was idiotic, acting rashly and down-right stupidly in almost every situation, and yet she continued to live. Confusing, yet interesting. The polar opposite to people that seemed to die all around them. She was entropic and acted upon her childish instincts, while the more orderly fell to the wayside. Hell, even Hammond himself was getting hurt more when he tried to act.
He pondered this while still twirling the silver fork between two fingers. He wasn't concentrating on either task much and dropped the fork, losing his train of thought and sighing as he had to pick the fork back up.
And then he looked at Ari, who was sitting against the opposing wall with her head drooped to one side. "Don't you judge me."
Silence, in which Hammond started to spin the cutlery again.
"Hey, it's not my fault. I was only doing what Savannah said to do. If you want someone to blame, blame him."
More silence...
"What? As though I wanted to hit you with a chair? Would anyone take a person to a hospital twice and then willingly hit them later?"
A third silence.
He rolled his eyes. "I think I preferred you when you were a conscious mute. You didn't complain as much." He slipped the fork into his pocket and then stood up with his sword in his right hand. He went out into the open corridor, looking this way and that for patrols.
Internet is going slow as hell. Am annoyed. Hammond is going crazy from lack of sleep, food and murder.
Savannah was looking at Hammond quite quizzically (which in his case was a slightly raised left eyebrow) as he spoke to Aricla, who still lay unconscious, as ever, when the sound of tramping feet came to his ears.
At last, someone I know how to deal with.
"Hammond," Savannah grunted, nodding towards the noise.
At last, someone I know how to deal with.
"Hammond," Savannah grunted, nodding towards the noise.
Em grabbed the small safe, heaving it with her knee's until it was safely in her arms.
She crept back to the others, making sure to follow the path she had rolled through.
"What now?" She asked, noticing Savannah seemed distracted by something.
She crept back to the others, making sure to follow the path she had rolled through.
"What now?" She asked, noticing Savannah seemed distracted by something.
Hammond put his finger to his mouth and shushed Em, before looking in the direction Savannah was indicating. Hammond nodded back and readied his sword. He pressed his back to the wall inside the room and tried to listen to the approaching footsteps from the corridor, trying to find out what might be coming towards them, but couldn't hear it clearly enough to make a safe assumption.
He was fairly certain of one thing though. Whatever it was would most likely go straight to the unmoving people, leaving the three conscious ones to make a surprise attack. (If we're even making an attack, that is. I can't think of any reason we wouldn't be attacking whatever/whoever is coming down the corridor at the moment though.)
He was fairly certain of one thing though. Whatever it was would most likely go straight to the unmoving people, leaving the three conscious ones to make a surprise attack. (If we're even making an attack, that is. I can't think of any reason we wouldn't be attacking whatever/whoever is coming down the corridor at the moment though.)
1.Fight while someone checks out the hidden panel on the back door (could lead to a way out or lots more loot)
2.Check out the hidden panel
3.Fight and leave the panel alone
A panel on the other side of the room caught Hammond's eye. He at first thought that it might be trapped. He wouldn't be surprised with the way the current room was turning out for them. But then he thought that it could be a way out...
If Hammond was going to make a secret way out of a base, he would definitely protect it with traps and make it hard to find, so it made sense that someone else would. He left the wall, checking the small panel to find some way to activate it.
Luckily his gaze fell upon a small unassuming handle. He pulled it and the wall began to slide apart, revealing a corridor. Don't get cocky. You're not out of trouble yet. He coughed, drawing his allies' collective attentions. "Psst, guys. Looks like we could have a way out. Someone grab Ari."
If Hammond was going to make a secret way out of a base, he would definitely protect it with traps and make it hard to find, so it made sense that someone else would. He left the wall, checking the small panel to find some way to activate it.
Luckily his gaze fell upon a small unassuming handle. He pulled it and the wall began to slide apart, revealing a corridor. Don't get cocky. You're not out of trouble yet. He coughed, drawing his allies' collective attentions. "Psst, guys. Looks like we could have a way out. Someone grab Ari."
Savannah swung his head back to see that Hammond had found a way out.
Hope springs eternal.
"We need to move quickly," he whispered to Em as he scurried into the corridor, picked up Aricla, and handed her to Em.
And I still need to find my hat.
Hope springs eternal.
"We need to move quickly," he whispered to Em as he scurried into the corridor, picked up Aricla, and handed her to Em.
And I still need to find my hat.
So, is Aloran being swept under the plot carpet? I've left my post so I can get him too.