We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)
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<color=brown>"Everyone okay?" Sara said, looking over her other sisters.
<color=green>"I think I'm fine, but I think I got whiplashed a little." Winona cracked her neck as she unbuckled. <color=green>"Ah, much better!"
The sisters piled out of the ship and took a deep breath as they took in their surroundings.
"Where are we?" EMily said, summoning Photon. It had been tracking their position based on acceleration and velocity data it gained from its motion sensors. "Photon, link up to the geostationary satellites to function as a GPS for comparison."
<color=green>"I think I'm fine, but I think I got whiplashed a little." Winona cracked her neck as she unbuckled. <color=green>"Ah, much better!"
The sisters piled out of the ship and took a deep breath as they took in their surroundings.
"Where are we?" EMily said, summoning Photon. It had been tracking their position based on acceleration and velocity data it gained from its motion sensors. "Photon, link up to the geostationary satellites to function as a GPS for comparison."
Húriel looked up at Matilda, and there was distinct tone of panic in her voice as she said, "I could perhaps quell seasickness that quickly, but we just flew in a metal box!" She took a deep breath and looked around, then added. "And considering the environment, I fear we'll have to do it again."
EMily would find that this was actually an old abandoned resort out on a tropical island in the middle of the pacific ocean.
Darkan who had recently recovered put back on the white paint for his supposed tribal markings, and put on some military armour, and got a carbine, and strange looking knife. The Hispanic looking woman had stayed on the ship, but Alyessa, and Vald The Viking had both come along. Vald staying in his ancient Viking armour. Jason, who had brought out a large rifle, and a blade looking similar to Darkan's but much larger in size, comparable to a machete was leading the group at front. "Now come on Ladies! I deliberately parked miles of away just to get in a workout! Hup, two, three, four! I love The United Space Marine Corp!"
Darkan who had recently recovered put back on the white paint for his supposed tribal markings, and put on some military armour, and got a carbine, and strange looking knife. The Hispanic looking woman had stayed on the ship, but Alyessa, and Vald The Viking had both come along. Vald staying in his ancient Viking armour. Jason, who had brought out a large rifle, and a blade looking similar to Darkan's but much larger in size, comparable to a machete was leading the group at front. "Now come on Ladies! I deliberately parked miles of away just to get in a workout! Hup, two, three, four! I love The United Space Marine Corp!"
[color=006d5b]"Well, it's basically the same problem, isn't it?"[/color] Matilda said, trying to sound reassuring.
Alain stumbled out of the ship, seeming a little uneasy on his feet but otherwise fine.
Nalyssa waited for the others to leave before she stepped out, for fear of bumping into someone. She did not seem affected by the rough landing at all.
Nalyssa waited for the others to leave before she stepped out, for fear of bumping into someone. She did not seem affected by the rough landing at all.
Kenna watched Fridge Largemeat storm ahead, trying to start a march and telling the others to follow. She put her hands in her pockets and went along, figuring it was best to do this quickly.
After about ten minutes of jogging the group had come across a door that was labeled with a generic Do Not Enter sign, the door was built on a slope, and was going down into a hill. Jason had brought a chain of keys and after about a minute of searching he brought out the right key, and opened the door bringing out a flashlight, when he turned it on several rats in the place had scurried about looking for a safety from the light, along with several roaches. He opened up into what appeared to be a room for all of the pipes leading to the several pools around the resort. Being abandoned the place had no lights on, it was dank, dark, and smelled of mold. It had rats nest scattered around the place, and some of the walls were in disrepair with large cracks scattered everywhere, and liable to fall at any moment.
The Viking had spoken up at this point trying to point on his creepiest voice "Legend says that many years ago that several people died making these shafts to unknown circumstances. Some people being found dead with no signs of struggle seconds after turning a bend."
The Viking had spoken up at this point trying to point on his creepiest voice "Legend says that many years ago that several people died making these shafts to unknown circumstances. Some people being found dead with no signs of struggle seconds after turning a bend."
"The resort was abandoned back in the seventies."
"No it was The Eighties that it was abandoned! Back when The Space Corp took down Garbalax"
"Nah, I'm pretty sure it the Fifties."
"You're all wrong. Ancient Aliens teleported this here already abandoned back in 1792 so that they could make a reality show of how long a human could live here for a million dollars."
"No it was The Eighties that it was abandoned! Back when The Space Corp took down Garbalax"
"Nah, I'm pretty sure it the Fifties."
"You're all wrong. Ancient Aliens teleported this here already abandoned back in 1792 so that they could make a reality show of how long a human could live here for a million dollars."
"Oh of course. Did you think humans liked Jersey Shore? The real numbers come from the aliens watching."
After nearly an hour of walking, they finally came across a large metal door with some markings on it that looked like "Est: --56" The first two numbers being worn off by time. Jason Stone had gone through his keys yet again, and pushed open the door with a mighty shove. Inside was quite different from what they had gone through. It was extremely well lit with what appeared to fluorescent tubes similar to the ones used in a classroom. It was quite clear that whoever lit the place used far more than he needed. Cause not only was most of the ceiling covered, but so was parts of the wall, and it was by no means a large room. The walls were bright marble, and the floors a polished wood, the furniture made of other such reflective material, adding to the brightness of the room. The room was furnished simply, a large circular table, which seated several members of the Human Federation, some dressed simply, others dressed bright neon colors and such that made them stick out. Obviously there was conflicting ideologies of what professional people looked like. They were all wearing dark tinted shades that hid their eyes though, in fact there was a large pile of cheap sunglasses at the door. A man standing at the front of the room next to a computer screen showing a map of the world with several blips over it. He looked to have been interrupted while conducting this meeting, he was quite displeased at the arrival of Stone, and the group in general, but seemed to direct most of his attention towards Stone. "Five minutes later than usual, Mister Stone"
"Fashionably late if you ask me. All you political types are always too busy introducing each other to get anything done in the first ten minutes anyway, and then of course there is the handshaking, and the greetings. You guys act like your being forced to meet each other on your first day of Kindergarten!" He said, laughing at his own joke, grabbing some sunglasses, and taking his seat, putting his feet up on the table covering it in dirt by banging his foot against the counter-top a couple of times to get any mud off his gargantuan military boots, and then taking the cigar he had been chomping, and lighting it up. The cigar being of a particular strong, and pungent smelling brand.
After nearly an hour of walking, they finally came across a large metal door with some markings on it that looked like "Est: --56" The first two numbers being worn off by time. Jason Stone had gone through his keys yet again, and pushed open the door with a mighty shove. Inside was quite different from what they had gone through. It was extremely well lit with what appeared to fluorescent tubes similar to the ones used in a classroom. It was quite clear that whoever lit the place used far more than he needed. Cause not only was most of the ceiling covered, but so was parts of the wall, and it was by no means a large room. The walls were bright marble, and the floors a polished wood, the furniture made of other such reflective material, adding to the brightness of the room. The room was furnished simply, a large circular table, which seated several members of the Human Federation, some dressed simply, others dressed bright neon colors and such that made them stick out. Obviously there was conflicting ideologies of what professional people looked like. They were all wearing dark tinted shades that hid their eyes though, in fact there was a large pile of cheap sunglasses at the door. A man standing at the front of the room next to a computer screen showing a map of the world with several blips over it. He looked to have been interrupted while conducting this meeting, he was quite displeased at the arrival of Stone, and the group in general, but seemed to direct most of his attention towards Stone. "Five minutes later than usual, Mister Stone"
"Fashionably late if you ask me. All you political types are always too busy introducing each other to get anything done in the first ten minutes anyway, and then of course there is the handshaking, and the greetings. You guys act like your being forced to meet each other on your first day of Kindergarten!" He said, laughing at his own joke, grabbing some sunglasses, and taking his seat, putting his feet up on the table covering it in dirt by banging his foot against the counter-top a couple of times to get any mud off his gargantuan military boots, and then taking the cigar he had been chomping, and lighting it up. The cigar being of a particular strong, and pungent smelling brand.
Matilda sat as far as she could from Stone, pinching her nose to block out the smell of the cigar. Joel stayed on his feet, away from the people in the room. He took a pair of sunglasses, to protect his eyes, though Matilda didn't.
Kenna followed them in, covering her nose as discreetly as one can cover their nose and sitting far from Punt Speedchunk.
A few of the sisters smelled the thick aroma. Sara winced a little at the mess that was made in what could be an organized room. She quickly regained her manners and composure. Winona was currently gazing at the enormous amount of stuff, as it captured her curiosity with ease, being keen on not touching anything.
"Could you tell us who you are, if you don't mind me asking?" EMily said.
"Could you tell us who you are, if you don't mind me asking?" EMily said.
There was very little room left for the group, and most were situated next to Stone actually, the group would definitely have to fight over the seats.
Alyessa was just standing there absolutely stupefied by Stone. Her mouth agape, in wonder how Stone could be this bad at diplomatic negations.
The man in charge, a man in a bright green suit, and finely combed over hair. He went over to Jason Stone, and leaned directly into Stone's face and calmly saying "Cigars are contraband, Mister Stone. We banned them at the last meeting." He said, taking the cigar out of his mouth, and putting it out on the table, before flicking it into a trashcan. Apparently this event was common enough to have several cigar burn marks on the wood table where Stone sat.
The man had walked back to his chair-which was considerably nicer looking than any other chair-and leaning back in his chair until he looked more closely at the rest of the group that entered with Stone "... What the hell are these guys doing here?! You can't just invite people out of the blue like this!"
Alyessa was just standing there absolutely stupefied by Stone. Her mouth agape, in wonder how Stone could be this bad at diplomatic negations.
The man in charge, a man in a bright green suit, and finely combed over hair. He went over to Jason Stone, and leaned directly into Stone's face and calmly saying "Cigars are contraband, Mister Stone. We banned them at the last meeting." He said, taking the cigar out of his mouth, and putting it out on the table, before flicking it into a trashcan. Apparently this event was common enough to have several cigar burn marks on the wood table where Stone sat.
The man had walked back to his chair-which was considerably nicer looking than any other chair-and leaning back in his chair until he looked more closely at the rest of the group that entered with Stone "... What the hell are these guys doing here?! You can't just invite people out of the blue like this!"