[Team A Medic - Mesk]
Use cutting torch on teammate iris.
You hop up and down, trying to reach the iris. It's a bit higher then you thought...
Name:Flint - Team C - Main Elevator
"Test results: haze doesn't like heat, room doesn't like heat. If any of you diseased people want to live longer raising your temperature would help. Also, avoiding bullets and aliens would also help."
Get as many barrels of Soylent Green booze as I can from the cafeteria to the elevator and get ready to go down. Take my datapad from Simus. ((Everybody seems to be waiting for us to go down, so going down to prevent boredom. I guess I'll get my chance to interrogate the doctor on our way up.))
@Simus: "Hi there!" said Flint as he approached Sinus. He made a small effort not to say 'Hey there, beautiful!'. Simus was such a good joke target. So easily annoyed. "You done with this datapad?"
EDIT:((@piecewise: Could you tell me how low in the UWM hierarchy do people have access to mind reading equipment like a Neural Connector Psychokinetic Amplifier? I mean, would a police force or planetary secret service have them? A magister? Or only specialized UWM forces? Also, could the use of one have as a side effect some memories of the user being transferred to the mind of the victim? Just asking to see if I can use that for RP purposes, as a way of giving my character information and behavior he shouldn't have, by saying that they came from his interrogator.))
(Planetary forces might have them, depending on the planet.)
You grab a barrel, check to make sure it's filled with booze not bodies, and roll it on out to the elevator.
Stacy, Team C DJ, In Hospital.
"It worked! That crazy lady must be a genius of some kind!"
To Feyri: "Hey, crazy lady, you're a genius! It turns out this thing really doesn't like heat! Who would've thunk it?"
Throw a bit of garlic into the carnage.
"I now pronounce you... well done."
See if there's still any haze left over. Regardless of its existence, run back to the elevator. Stand inside. READY to go down and get down with my bad self, if applicable.
To everyone: "Hey, infected people, if these suits have thermostats, I'd advise you to turn them up several notches. You'll live longer that way, I think!"
"However, I do warn people that I cannot be held liable for any horrible deaths incurred this way. Blame the crazy lady instead."
"DIE MONSTER, YOU DON'T BELONG IN THIS WORLD!" you shout while hucking garlic at the puddle of grayish material that used to be the haze. That done, you rock down to elevator avenue.
[Team B Leader=Milno]
Milno finally leaves his lethargic state to check for his suit's systems.
"I think that if the thing you were talking about was destroyed, it may as well time to move down. I'm not going to last much and I'd rather not be a piece of useless meat carried around by my teammates."
Check if the suit has any system perfectly usable by stupid people to raise and lower internal temperature. Follow the team down.
You raise the temp on your suit up a few degrees from perfectly comfortable to annoyingly warm. That done you spend another few seconds coughing, this time complete with bloody mucus.
"Can we get this done before I die? "
((Third idea: Faith has a rage button that breaks her bones when used. She could persuade the doctor to give her a wolverine transformation, you know, metal (or even better synthetic) bones and stuff. That way she gets a)nearly unbreakable bones b)strength of synthflesh arms and legs without actually paying for them.))
((Yeah, but Faith does mostly enjoy being human. Plus, I assume she'd have to remain essentially organic to be able to override her natural limits like that. Then again, maybe synthflesh or specialized systems could mimic it also.))
Examine now-melted mist.
The rage button is actually a mental sort of thing. In a Synth-flesh body it would still function, and it would be much more powerful.
The haze is now a puddle of grayish metal. You take a sample and then run to the elevator.
Start shipping the HRMC members that currently are not in a romantic relationship.
FlintxSimus
LarsXsteve
MiyamotoXvibrating self lubricated battlesuit cockpit attachment.
LukasXeternal sadness.
AND THEN EVERYONE GOT ON THE DAMN ELEVATOR AND WENT DOWN.
The elevator begins it's decent...and keeps going for quite a while. As it descends, a helpful robotic voice chimes in.
"Now approaching the MINING level. Warning, MINING Level Life support failure. MINING level electrical failure. Mining Level monitoring failure. Mining level..."
The elevator stops in another little lobby. A single large door looms in front of you with "MINING" written across it in big yellow letters.