We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)

[Gearhead mk2]

"Energy to matter conversion. Some of my own bioelectricity is used. It was not painful to equip, and taking hits does hurt, but less than the shot would have been unarmoured."

 

[username sucks]

The secoid's mental attack caused Tavish to suddenly drop his grenade launcher and put both of his hands to his head.

"MEDIC!!"

 

[Wackymon]

Medic smiled, "Vould you mind if I preformed some tests on your later on? Maybe I could produce a similar outfit myself."

Hearing Demoman, he got up, "Pardon me, I am being called."
He walked up to Demoman, as the Sectoid ran, and hid behind samus.

Medic began to heal demoman

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"You can try, but this is Chozo technology. I doubt it can be replicated easily." Samus said the the Medic before he was called off. As the Sectoid hid behind her, she turned, looking quizzically at the alien.

 

[username sucks]

After Tavish was healed, he pushed the medic aside and walked straight over to Samus and the Sectoid hiding behind her.

"Move. I'm gonna kill that thing." Tavish demanded, but Samus would notice that he wasn't even carrying a weapon this time.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"No. It has done nothing aggressive to us. There is no point or justification in its death."

OoC: Off for a bit.

 

[Kirke]

You walk up behind Tavish and calmly pull out your weapon, telling him that he ought to stand down, or otherwise find another ship to ferry his drunken ass around.

 

[username sucks]

"I have good reason to want that thing dead!"

 

[Drakmorg]

"And what could that possibly be?"

Vicky asked Tavish, clearly angry over his shenanigans delaying their take-off and keeping her somewhere she didn't want to be.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"You attacked it first, completely unprovoked. It retaliated in self defence.

 

[Wackymon]

The sectoid nodded.
"OooOOOooh, and vhat is this?" he said, staring at it with a smile on his face.

 

[Kirke]

You glance around, counting the number of people in your head. You ask where you are going next, and if everyone are ready to go there.

Soon enough, you know where you are going and everyone gets aboard your ship. You take off, enjoying the serenity you get from flying. You would have enjoyed it more if not for the tension between some of the passengers. After just under an hour, you set down in Aberdeen, Scotland. You open the door remotely, then go through your post-flight routine.

 

[Drakmorg]

Upon touching down once again, Vicky hurried out of the ship. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her bounty poster to refresh her memory on what the target looked like. Now where'd you run off to, your stupid bastard...

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus stepped out of the ship as it landed, looking around.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Riko followed Vicky out of the ship and looked over her shoulder. [color=cc6699]"Is that your next target?"[/color] she asked.

 

[Wackymon]

The sectoid followed, a Plasma Pistol in hand.

 

[Drakmorg]

"No, I just like carrying around a wanted poster as a good luck charm."

Vicky sarcastically replied to Riko. She started looking around the area, trying to assess her current location and best course of action.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Victoria and Samus would see they were in a field. One one side was Aberdeen, and on the other was the North Sea.

 

[username sucks]

Tavish had no answer to Vicky's question, so he sat down and stayed silent for the rest of the trip. He continued to glare at the sectoid, but he made no further efforts to attack it.

When the ship touched down, Tavish stepped out and looked around, making sure to keep a line of sight on the alien.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Towards the city I presume?" Samus asked.