...well, I can't say I didn't expect something like this to happen.
Carefully approach the hole and peer down into it. Can I see anything?
Besides a bunch of idiots flailing to save themselves? A big room; what looks like a massive cargo storage room, with lots of metal crates at the bottom in a big, messy pile.
Strike my pick into the wall and hang on tight.
That...actually works. Don't get me wrong, it NEARLY tears your arms off, or at least the pick out of your grip, but you manage to strike in just the right way and with just enough force to wedge it in place and halt your fall.
Good job, I suppose. You Would make legendary miners proud.
"Oh, shit!"
Grab the nearest non-flight-capable person and activate rockets, look for a safe place to land down below. Also try and get a good look around on the way down.
"Fuck!" Jason exclaims as he begins plummeting.
Hope that I am the closest person to Mesk. Failing that, might as well panic and push buttons on the Shackle. Middle and ring finger buttons. I will be Spider-Man. If that fails as well, try to land and roll, or at least not land on my head.
"Shit! Shit!! SHIT! Not good!" Vincent tries to grab on to whatever he can to stop his fall. If he fails to grab on to anything, he attempts to hit the ground at a roll, or at least attempts to hit the ground with his feet. Whetever happens when he lands he will attempt to protect his face from smashing into anything
Name: Vincent Klart
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average build, Brown Hair, Green Eyes
Personal information: Flirtatious personality
Reason assigned to HMRC: (Caught in bed with a magister's daughter)
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 4
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 3
Willpower: 2
Skills:
Speech: 2
Intuition: 2 (except when it comes to flirting... then it is 0)
Handiwork: 0
Conventional Weapons: 0
Unconventional Weapons: 1
Exotic weapons: 0
Auxiliary systems: 0
Medical tech: 0
Profession:Mercenary (Unconventional Weapons Spec)
Equipment:
Mk-1? (Equipped)
Long Coat (Equipped)
Laser Rifle (Equipped)
Unknown Mask obtained from green box, no lines, triangle shape {I think that was the box info, correct me if I'm wrong} (Equipped)
Mesk Manages to grab Vincent and Jason. He probably could have grabbed Stacy too. He just chose not to. He holds one under each arm and hovers in place, his engines throwing shaky illumination around the huge cargo bay. The thing must be over 100 meters long, or deep from this perspective, and 50 wide. All old style construction too, with big thick beams and heavy metals rather then newer alloys.
"I forget all these details, but I remember this~!" Stacy trills while flying downward and drawing on his previous experience in the elevator shaft in the process.
Make sure to seize my HEP if I haven't yet. If I am not caught by Mesk, prepare self for landing roll. Make sure my legs take the brunt of the fall if it looks like I'm not about to get out of this without heavy damage! Or, for extra points, land on something softer-looking.
Stacy lands with a heavy "WHUD" and a distinct ringing of metal. After a few seconds a voice echos through the chamber.
"I CAN'T FEEL MY ANYTHING!"
The rest of the team, the ones lucky enough Not to be standing near stacy, head to the APC and grab some cables to feed down into the hole.
"SCIENCE TIME"
Get out of the APC, walk away from everyone else, though try to keep them or anything else near them in sight. Then press the button on the cuff machine thing I got.
MISSED ME OH GREAT AND MIGHTY GM, GOD OF GAMES AND DEATH (........new character concept get!)
You press the button on the cuff. It makes a "DUUUUUN" noise that sounds very negative. Perhaps you should put it on. Maybe even on bare flesh.
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Topic: Mission 15: Arctic Expedition: I. HEAR. A. SOUND. (Read 67567 times)