Name:Flint/Iron Man or Superman? - Team C - Rocket propelled Main Elevator, now arriving at level 5, Hospital and Graveyard
"Mages, try to seal the tunnel! Or close the irises! Or something! Everyone else, fire everything!" shouted Flint, shaken but not stirred from his position. Part of him (the reasonable part) was nearly scared to death but some other primal part was enjoying the fear, the excitement, the adrenaline rush. It made him feel... alive!
Keep firing my lazor and smashing through irises (hopefully with the help of my teammates). If I run out of laser juice, take the second mining laser from whoever has it. If that runs out of juice, position my arms up holding my chisel and lock myself in place, hopefully forming a rough triangle/battering ram.
EDIT: If my teammates do something stupid and/or life threatening that makes the elevator doubleplusunsafe try to use the chisel and my robo-hands to hold on to a wall or something like that.
((This reminds me of some strange mix from The return of the Jedi (The millennium falcon escaping the exploding death star) and Journey to the center of the earth (exiting through the geyser/stratovolcano). Hopefully this will end well. Really enjoying this. Imagine the look on command's face when they realize what's going on. Also, here's some music))
Stacy, still quite shaken up (quite literally, in fact) from his experience, mumbles mostly to himself as he tries to configure the manipulator once again.
"Sweet, sweet escape. Such a marvelous dream you are, so close and yet so far."
Use the MFM to create lines of heat to slice up and help shred the iris above.
((This mission seems to have turned rather awesome rather quickly.))
Thomas sighed, relieved that they were finally leaving the lower level. Then he looked up.
"Damn it... I almost miss killing people..."
Send a single, near 0 power laser shot at the iris. If it reflects, give up and be mopey. If it doesn't, turn up the power and help burn through.
Pancaek - Team C cripple
"Little spoon, time to unite our powers!"
Pray to Sambō-Kōjin and Help Stacy with my MFM by also sending up lines of heat to slice the Iris
((Keep in mind, he said he only had a 1/8 bomb, not the full deal thing. Hopefully, we might be far enough away from it to survive the blast.))
Grab a mining laser and help slice that iris open!
[Flint Con:5+1]
Flint picks up his laser, straps it on, and starts swinging mad. He shreds the iris to pieces, totally cockblocking the destructive tendencies of the rest of the team. However, his mad chopping means a few of the pieces that rain down on the team are pretty big, and pretty heavy.
Luckily, despite a universe with a roll chart heavily stacked against them, all the pieces completely miss the team. Awesome.
[Team A Medic - Mesk]
"...guys? You dead?"
Do a headcount.
All present and accounted for. Most of them are even in 3 or less pieces! All things considered, things are going alright.
Jim attempts to use his MMAmp to press the button that would close the door to the mines from up here while the others took care of the irises.
[exo:4+1+1]
You can't see it, but you have a feeling that you pressed the button. Pressed it like a Semi presses beetles against it's windshield. The button is no more.
Miyamoto, Team c leader, Glorified jet engine.
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen for flying with RoboCrazy airlines. Please remember that smoking is not allowed on this flight, and to keep your limbs inboard at all times. Now, to your left and right you will notice the authentic elevator wall, carved from truly ancient rock, while directly above you you may notice the metal iris that is going to crush you all dead.
Have a nice day."
Slow down, slam feet into wall to brace myself and keep the elevator at the same altitude while minimizing fuel usage. Also check fuel levels.
"Lucas, need a hand here please!"
You cut your engines and wedge yourself into place, holding on with both hands and feet. The fuel gauge says 76%. You could fly the rest of the way out like this.
Team B Almost Corpse Leader
Milno was exhausted. And it felt as if he was about to sleep at any time, the mix of a borderline overdose and the physical memory of what had just happened ressonating inside him like a bad alarm clock. "...I really hate being sick, you know. Always did."
He wasn't even sure if he really had been able to voice that past the wall of numbness and the drug-addled haze that took over his vision and a great part of his senses whilst his mind and brain seemed to be considering whether to shut down or not. He wasn't sure if he could move at all, but that wouldn't stop him from at least trying...
If possible, assume defensive position, aka get cocooned in the avatar's cloak and prepare for impact.
You pull your cloak over your face, your arm numb and barely functional.
"I'm just gonna take a little nap here guys. Let me know when this shit is done."
((Time to rely on the only thing I'm good for.))
"Dear Algis, protect this rocket elevator and all those who dwell within the rocket elevator!"
Stand on something to reach the ceiling (teammates acceptable) and draw a White Circle of Algis on the elevator ceiling, then another on the floor, walls, etc. Pray.
Well, the elevator is just a platform with no walls or ceiling so...good try.
((Shit, no time to read))
assist miyamoto
You catch up with Miyamoto and help him prop up the elevator platform.
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