Team A and B
[Team A Medic - Mesk]
"Ok, sure. I guess. Hold still."
Mesk shrugs, then gets back to work. After a second he pauses and blinks a few times.
"Woah... that was weird. Like... I was about to do something, then something inside of me made me stop. Weird. Whatever. Probably just self preservation or something."
Let's try this again.
[aux:2+1+1]
You cut away the damaged wires and slice everything back together almost perfectly. Almost. There is however a slight hitch, a delay in the reactions of one of the legs, giving him what amounts to a slight limp.
Using his wristpad, Kyle started on a private message.
"Hey Milno, I'm checking out the basement of one of the more intact buildings, and a bunch of people here were executed shortly before we arrived. Could you ask that guy you brought along why these people were killed?
Search the basement for a clue as to why these people might have been executed. Then head back up to Simus and look through the datapads.
You take a look over the bodies. They have more then their fair share of bruises and abrasions, perhaps torture, perhaps abuse or random beating. It doesn't seem overly serious though. Other then this there is no hard evidence to tell you what happened here, beyond what you assume.
You head up to Simus and ask for the datapads.
Anyone got something I can use to crack open this rocket casing? The thing's useless unless someone has a lighter, but depending on what the explosive compound inside it, I might be able to make use of it, even if it's just a minor amount of Aster-EX.
Request something to open the rocket with with, unload all of the pistols and rifles, including the one given to me by the civvie leader upstairs. Take count of ammunition and consolidate magazines. Take a second pistol, in addition to the one given to me by the civvie leader, put full magazines in both, if possible, and get two spare magazines, if possible. Take one rifle, load with a full magazine, and take two spare rifle magazines, if possible.
You sort through the weapons and ammo until you gather enough for a full magazine for your pistol and rifle and two magazines extra for both.
You request a tool to open the rocket and wait for someone to provide it.
[Team B Leader=Milno]
Milno received Kyle's transmission and narrowed his eyes. "I think those may have been killed while we were trying to negotiate, most likely."
Turning to the man, Milno relayed Kyle's question:
"The people in the basement. When and why they were killed? Also, you should try diplomacy once again after getting close to the passage to the levels below, now that the building is basically rubble."
"Oh, and do the blueshirts here also have the same setup as back there? The basement full of people, that is."
Stand up if needed. Ask questions to the man, take him forward once again to try shouting for the other guys' surrender.
A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley
B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle
"I believe they were the governor and his daughters. I don't know much about it myself." He looks a you, "He had a great deal of brandy in his library so I kept myself occupied in other ways. Besides," His voice turns hard, "They deserved every thing they got."
"May, just tell me if you don't feel right."
Head on ahead.
You and May wander out into the courtyard area and look at the bodies strapped to the fountain. Jeez, someone didn't like these guys.
((Naked people tied in the basement? If they're not love slaves I'll eat my hat.))
Lars bowed his head. "May Algis shield them on their journey; may they find their way into Steve's arms." He invoked a hand sign that he made up on the spot, and turned and left.
Check the other building- the one in the center. Search for weapons or information.
You head to the building in the center and through it's door, which is still slightly ajar. It's an administrative building of some sort; there is a large room with a podium and rows of seats, a room with a crescent table and a central stand that, judging by the name plates and signage, was were a group of judges sentenced wrong do-ers, Large offices and the like. You dig through desks and paper work but find nothing of any real interest, though there are things that seem iffy. These rooms and the people in them seem to be enjoying a level of wealth far beyond those you've seen elsewhere in the colony, and the records of their ruling show disproportionate sentences for certain crimes. Anything involving a group seemed to get the harshest punishments.
Team C and D
Bishop peered out from behind the doorway that he was taking cover behind cautiously.
"Ehehehe, that was pretty cool. And deadly, but still it brings out the inner demoman in me.
Looks like you took some hits there Miyamoto. Don't move or fire your rockets until I give you a look over. You might have a punctured fuel tank or something."
Inspect Miyamoto for damage and fuel leaks.
He looks fine, a bit shaken and stirred, but fine over all.
Name:Flint - Team C - Fortress of Doom, 1st floor, now with 100% more explodage
((I was so certain that this door was unlocked. Also, I too support the torture of the blueshirt scum.))
"Ow. That didn't go as planned. Well, at least I'm still alive. Okay team, what's going on? Everybody ok?" Flint felt like a big idiot right now.
Try to break free of the metal. Check self for damage. If the exosuit is too damaged to move get out and leave it. Make my way to the main hall and see the results of the explosion.
You struggle against the metal pinning you, but you're in a bad position and can't get enough leverage to actually free yourself,despite having the strength to do so. You're gonna need a bit of help.
((Poor guy. He was in the clear*, then tried to get his buddies to surrender instead of getting onto the APCs. Now he's got hardened professional serial killers playing rock-paper-scissors to see who gets to cut him up nice and slow first.
*Probably still being executed or HMRC'd for horrible crimes or, more likely, treason, but still.))
Team D Leader Faith, Near Explosion Corridor
"Well... that was interesting. Everyone alright?"
She switched back to Command for a moment.
"Understood, Command. What about if we wanted to take one of them with us back to the HMRC?"
Then it was back to local.
"Speaking of which, what about you?" she asked the civilian. "I guess the miners are still holed up down there, we know what happened to Engineering... who did the Blueshirts used to be before...
...well, before you murdered the people in charge of keeping everyone alive and then set up shop down here? And what can we expect in the Prison, more of this?"
Talk to Command. Talk to McDude.
The man actually laughs at you. "Keeping everyone alive? What a romantic thought." He shakes his head.
"The blue shirts were mostly men from the Prison. Some others from down below. As per what you can expect in the prison? I suppose the term is "Poetic justice." "
"Gaah, ffu-- Fruitcakes!"
Jobasio gave a shout as he was thrown to the floor, then sat up and checked his gear witha grimace.
"Good grief. That was... Quite impressive." He glanced at the robot embedded in the wall from the blast of his own weapon.
"Very impressive," He corrected himself. "They sure are giving these robots plenty of firepower. Pity about the poor fellow who was still inside; he's unlikely to have survived that." Jobasio readied his gauss rifle, then glanced towards the others. "Anyone find anything of interest in there? Shall we get back to it?"
>Head cautiously back inside, avoiding falling wreckage, and check for any signs of life.
>Then continue exploring the fortress, same procedure as before: Shoot anyone I see that isn't a part of the HMRC and doesn't announce their peaceful intentions beforehand.
You walk back into the plaza and take a look around. The police department has an enormous hole ripped through the front of it now, exposing the different floors within. Anything flammable inside is burning and throwing off a layer of smoke that is clinging to the ceiling overhead. You walk and the first thing you find is Flint, cocooned against the wall.
"Hey, uh, you need a hand, man?"
"Hey, is every on Teams C and D alright? That was a pretty friggen big boom. Is everyone able to walk and shit. No-one covered in rubble?"
Help Bishop with Miyamoto, using the up-till-now-useless duct-tape to patch up any leaks. Actually, assisting in that task, letting anyone who's good with handi-work actually do it. Assist by giving my gaffer-tape to them, or cutting strips of it where necessary with my cleaver.
" Faith, what do you want us doing? Move in, or blow the crap out of something else?"
Minor edit: assist in fixing something. I'm pretty sure I'm hopeless at it. Also, I tend to use the terms gaffer-tape and duct-tape interchangeably. I only just realized.
You stick random strips of ducktape on Miyamoto's suit, Clapping excitedly to yourself as you do so.
Stacy, Team C Physimancer, Hallway to PD.
"Well, that sure was powerful! Glad I didn't stay inside the building."
Get up, look at the PD for any signs of movement, assess degree of ruination.
Police station=Fubar.
Movement=One Flint in a blanket, jack shit otherwise.
"Aaaw, shi-..." Lukas looks around and at himself being embedded in the wall. "Nice!" After he receives the post-explosion communication between the team members he realizes that Faith is right about the enemy probably coming after them now. "Get me out of this wall! We need to shoot those fuckers!"
Lukas tries to get out of the wall himself. If Lukas can get out of the wall he immediately runs for some place to cover with a good view of the hole he just blew in the building.
You struggle for several long, embarrassing seconds before prying yourself free from the wall and landing face first on the ground. Frankly though, you're just happy you're made of metal: better to be a living pratfaller then a fleshy, dead, smear on the wall.
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