"Careful, lets clear the room before we do anything else. There's still several unaccounted for guards remember?"
Wait at the elevator with the device. If attacked, hide behind the device for cover and hope whoever is shooting at me is defeated soon.
You sit back and send your guys to do some scouting.
"Okay, I'll scout ahead and deal with the guards that I can see, then I'll give you a status report. Let's try not to kick the hornet's nest."
Jordan was happy with the objectives presented. Even if someone else took the vehicle, he could stand escaping by foot. He wasn't one of the best (And most affordable) assassins for not being able to run from searchers long enough to get the money.
Scout ahead, if I see any guards on their own kill them by adrenaline rushing then firing/breaking their neck. If they are in a group, report their position and activity to the team, then sneak past. Try to find a window to the east to see where the escape vehicle is.
"Are you gonna let Firefox boss you around like that? She obviously wants you to go first so that you get killed." says the entity as you walk into the light. There are a couple of those barrier creating things that burned your face here but they are deactivated. The hallway ends in a concrete platform, overlooking the room beyond. There is a ramp that leads to the floor below.
The room itself is enormous. More than enormous. It's morenormous! It stretches to your left and right for an incredible distance. You could be walking for an hour and not reach the end of it.
And in it is the Colony Ship, or rather what's left of it. Famished pale flesh clinging to marble like bones as far as the eye can see, as if this level is housing the remains of a long dead Godzilla of a whale. The "floor" of the ship remains but its "ceiling" and "walls" are missing, exposing its internal structure. Metal platforms have been placed on its flesh-floor, both to make moving tools easier and to restrain it. Even without the various cutting tools positioned near freshly cut bones and flesh still dripping its white blood, it's obvious large pieces of it have been removed. While the bones form a symmetrical, almost tubular shape, like the bones of a ribcage, many of them are missing, replaced by metal restraints to hold the flesh down. The ship is ineffectually pushing against the restraints, filling the room with the creaking of metal.
Weak pulses of light travel all across the flesh of the ship, all coming from what looks like its Heart. It's made of the same pale flesh and moving in tune with the pulses of light it is sending. It is near the center of the ship, directly opposite to the platform you're standing on, a relatively small distance away. It is suspended from bones by tendrils of pale flesh and sinew. And from it come many wires and optic cables, connecting the heart to hundreds of humans and humanoids, all restrained on metal beds positioned around it. Various machines, IVs and computers are connected to each of them.
And beyond the Heart of the ship is what you assume to be your Escape Vehicle. It is the only thing East of your position that looks capable of getting someone out of here. Scaffolding holding a rocket, a bit larger than a Topol ICBM, positioned under what looks like a hole in the ceiling. The top of the rocket is open, expectant.
Other than that, there are a few rooms made of metal walls and many other objects littering the floor. Pieces of armor, robotic animals, missiles, giant computers, Tesla coils, jet engines, mechs even what looks like a futuristic space fighter or hovercraft. Looks like the Soviets didn't let all this space go to waste.
"Horrible...""Never underestimate the things humans will do for power.""Right. I'll be listening and relaying anything I can hear to you via the usual means."
Listen carefully. Do the echolocation thingy. Also, do I smell any signs of the outside?
You see the same things as Jordan. Echolocation and smells reveals nothing of interest. Hearing reveals that the people down there are murmuring things and banging against their restraints.
John looks at the table. "Set ability augmentation to zero, and just give me the good views. Can't learn anything if there's no challenge."
Try a car this time. Like a '69 Charger.
Well, you could try designing the car, but you couldn't summon it in here, unless it's a toy car or you enlarge the room. It's not an enormous room, just big enough for your bed and table.
(And my radio and nuclear device.)
Just design's good.
It takes a while to get all the parts right and make sure the car you've designed will work and won't fall apart. It takes some more to actually make it aerodynamic and efficient. Luckily, the table's simulation software is top notch and you are an expert in machines, so after some work, you have your virtual car stylishly driving around your virtual test course.
Third time now, reform again.
Host body deemed unrecoverable. Reconnecting with staging area...
You Mage are a fool
for thinking you could
save everyone that ever lived.
All people must die,
that you cannot deny,
some sooner rather than later.
When fighting is found,
when there's conflict abound,
don't think they'll get away scot-free.
When two people fight,
seek the other's demise,
you may have to just pick a side.
But if my words you ignore
then for this I implore
to remember in your adventures, when you fight.
That when magic is involved,
you should have a plan twofold:
Keep your distance and prepare for a blight.The entity punctuates the end of the performance with that hyena-lion laugh of his as your thoughts slowly grind to a halt.
You wake up. You're not dead. You're in your bed in that cavern with green crystals again.
"Dissssappointing..." Scion says, the crystals crackling with electricity in tune with her voice.
((As you wish...what did I use for its thoughts?
Screw it.))
"So...How did you get to be so powerful?"
((My notes say purple glow, but I guess purple shadow is the same. Also, I've left your other personality as mostly a roleplaying choice. I'll only force you to use it or force actions upon you under specific circumstances.))
"Oh, real simple. A god was killed, the position became vacant, I was there and I took it. There was of course a war and a big battle and conspiracies and other stuff but that's about three Cycle's worth of story. In the end, what matters is I made the only choice I could: I fought and I won my place and my power."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~
Bite his face off in a panic!
You run towards the orc. It sidesteps with a mildly confused look on its face and proceeds to lop your head off with its sword.
It stings a bit, but other than the fact that your head isn't attached to your body anymore, you're fine. Not dying or anything.
Peregrine
Inquisitive nature. Wonder. Adventure.
...I like this one.
Theri looked back into his eyes--wells of unimaginable thought, reflected by the light and color--and drifted on the words of the therian. He may act refined, almost even regal in his gestures and mannerisms; his thoughts maybe of the idealist and the realist, meshed together, but she wondered if this was not but trickery.
The kitsune discarded the thought and looked aside, at the cubs and the mother after giving River a nod. "If we are to leave this place, then what about them? Aren't they your wards? Someones you protect?"
Erm, forgive me for this but...first impressions and all. I like you but..I'm a bit reluctant-the offer is fast, and it would be rude for me to decline-bah, I won't say this. It seems inappropriate. Leave at the question befor-
Ask!
River's ears fall for a moment. He turns his head away from you, towards the pack.
"I... They were my companions."
He walks towards the wolves.
"They did not need my protection. They accepted me as an equal. They were someone to hunt with, someone to share my sleep with."
He picks up one of the cubs from the scruff of its neck and it emits a surprised yelp. He brings the limp pup close to his face to inspect it.
"They are strong, the next generation even more so. This shrine will be their home, as long as they protect it. They have their sh-" The cub licks his nose, causing him to look surprised and turn his head to the side to hide an involuntary smile from you. "They have their share of rough times but they fight and they survive, like all life should. To weaken them with my help would be cruel and wrong. Against nature."
He sets the cub down and pets it on its head. The cub goes to rejoin her brother in playing.
"I helped them find their strength. That is all. That is what I do. Now it is time to move on to something new."
He sits down near the mother, a grey and black wolf, whispers something in her ear and then gently pushes her away towards the others.
"What about you? You look... I have not watched someone like you, not in this part of this world. Do you have someone to care for? Is that why... Do you have something that binds you to these lands? Because your equipment, your behavior says you do not."
He looks down, this time not looking at anything in particular.
"I am sorry if I am being impolite. I am not used to speaking to people like this, people I do not know. I am usually much more... direct in my dealings with others."
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