"Takes care of that. You all right, Mesk?"
After ascertaining Mesk's wellbeing, Jim takes a second sweep of the room with cameyes and then looks for his objective.
Mesk confirms he's ok, slightly hungry, but ok. You make another sweep of the room with your cameyes but find nothing. Your objective, you would assume, is that central dais. If there's anything in here that resembles a connection point, it's that.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, whatever. Should we keep going?"
Keep moving, opening doors where necessary and have a sandwich if I'm hungry.
You stand against the wall as Jim wanders around the Node room, searching for something. You don't have any food on you...but there is that body right there...It's not really cannibalism after all, you're just using biomass to regenerate yourself. Nothing weird about that, right?
((Well now. This has interesting implications.))
Lars basked in what he is learning here. He did not fully understand, but surely this was a message of divine importance.
"O divine being, I implore you to tell me more. Grant me your wisdom and visions!"
Continue to seek knowledge.
((On that note, I wonder if Stacy's star god is now kosher to speak of now that the Men In Black are dealt with. Too bad he doesn't remember it.))
"Alliscoalescencestarsplanetsgodsallarenotbornbutflowtogetherproductsofimmensitygravitymasssentiencebuiltwithincognitioncarriesinstinctofspeciessurvivorshipevolutiononmacroscalewhatisgodthinkcondensate"
((Hey, it's not that much to do. I use my mouth and lungs to smoke, my ears to listen, my eyes to watch the various screens in the battlesuit, my hands (out of the control cuffs) to send the pictures to steve through the battlesuit's computers, my legs (in the control cuffs) to position myself to take the picture and waiting with... well waiting is the absence of any task, so that doesn't count. If anything it should probably be a dex roll to not trip because I wasn't paying much attention to walking and wasn't using my hands to keep my balance. Or a will roll to not be distracted or get overly focused on one activity. Although the int roll to multitask does remind me of a pretty bad blonde joke...))
Ask Steve: "I was reading the logs from the serial killer mission, and I saw you said you had the shutdown codes for their camouflage devices. Any chance the investigation team could find the codes to disable our enemies' camouflage in their 'Shadow Ship'?"
((Let's hope what Lars is seeing is a vision of one of humanity's possible futures and not an alien we'll have to face soon. Although, given the kind of universe we live in, I'd guess it's the latter.
Or even worse, both. Remember that exploration ship that went missing while jumping and was still missing after many years had passed? Imagine that ship finally arriving to its destination 1000 years into the future. Imagine how alien the world will look to them. Now imagine that thing happening to the Sword.))
>Entirely possible, though hard to say one way or another. I can't accurately predict what will be on that ship, but that is definitely an option.
"GIFT BASKETS FOR EVERYBODY!"
Start handing the sods gift baskets. They contain large helpings of I-beam to the face, in addition to my foot up their ass. Free refills.
Keep going up in the way we just did once they're dealt with.
(Oh, and heavy projectiles get send back with amp, and scary high priority targets like Urban Exeggutors are dealt with either by melee or laser, whatever is most convenient).
You leap straight up, through the roof, and into the hallway. It's a fairly boring hallway, which seems only to warrant guarding because of the large, important looking door at one end. The end filled with sods, of course.
[Dex:5+1+1]
[Str:4+2]
[will:1+1]
You charge the assembled forces, wading through gauss rounds and lasers like they were horseflies. You swing your I-beam around like a homerun batter, reducing Sods to a red mush and hurling their bodies around the room. You're about half way through your merry murder spree when you stop. You turn and drop back down the hole, to where your teammates are starting to undertake their own murder or premurder actions.
[dex:2+1-1]
You take a hard swing at bishops head, but the avatar fights you, straining against the action and forcing the blow to whiff right over your teammate's skull.
>It appears you're being controlled. I'm going to drop the mental blocks on the Avatar for a second or so. Hold on. For an instant the avatar is in your head with you, a flow of redhot mercury through your skull, a pulse of alien thoughts and alien feelings of which you have no words to describe. It is overwhelming. When it vanishes a moment later you seem to be back in control of yourself.
take the stairs up to the next level and begin.firing at the sods whilst cowering behind my shield.
The only stairs you can find are quite a bit away from Miyamoto's short cut, and, in following them, they lead to an entirely different, yet similarly guarded hallway. You manage to peek out and survey the guards without being noticed. There are at least 10 of them, all armed, half hidden behind a metal barricade. Seems they expected you to come this way.
Cover Auron with the rocket rifle at medium range, or the gauss rifle if we move to close range. Let Miyamoto know what we're doing over the radio. And for god's sake, keep myself and Auron in cover!
You head after Auron, though you could swear you just felt a breeze...oh well. You end up in the same place as him, looking down a hallway filled with sods and another big fat metal door. Seems like this hall is another defensive point leading to the hall Miyamoto breached.
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