"Run! Run!!"
Grab the nearest non-exploding non-abomination and get as much height and distance from Denzel as superhumanly possible.
"Well bollocks."
Hope someone helps me out of this pit.
If not then unholster my Nyars gun somehow, try to aim it with my feet, and mash 9 repeatedly with my toes. Prepare a con bonus.
"Ingram, you mind helping me out this time? I've got your symbol here and everything."
((I just checked my levelup for mission 12. That +5 end, +3 con, and +1 intuition especially would've helped on this mission.))
((So the Shackle includes the Noisy Cricket from MIB? That's what I thought of when I read it.))
Jason takes a moment to try to look around the room before realizing he might be well and truly screwed. "Hey Mesk. I know it might be a bit much to ask, but is there any chance you could get me out of here? I don't think I'll be able to climb out on my own."
Hope I'm the nearest non-exploding non-abomination to Mesk. If not, pray that maybe the Sheep will somehow save me.
Mesk flies down, grabs the two non-exploding, non-abomination people left in the room. He drags them over until they are directly under the hole. He gets a good hold on the two, wrapping his arms around them and then gripping his own exoskeleton, locking the hold in place. He uses his chin to adjust the throttle on the MKIII's rockets to 100% and then, for a moment, looks back. Denzel is walking toward the thing that used to be Stacy and Xan, sunfire and light trailing behind a barely visible humanoid form, a black smudge lost in white flame. Mesk hits the ignition button. The first few seconds of acceleration break mesk's arms and fracture Jason's spine, but the kick boxing medic's grip doesn't falter, not for an instant. The melting cargo hold vanishes, replaced by a blur of twilight sky and rolling black clouds. Mesk banks a bit, from a straight up flight to a slightly parabolic one. The rocket's fuel is draining quickly, and after only minute and a half or so, it's at 50 percent and they are nearing the boundaries of the troposphere, high above the clouds. Below, far behind them, a section of the clouds glow reddish yellow, boiling away.
The static on the radio gives way to a familiar voice.
>-epeat, bombardment in 60 seconds. Move to a safe distance. Repeat, Bombardment in 58 seconds..."Dammit....GODDAMMIT! JOBASIO, GET TO THE DRIVER'S SEAT AND GUN IT! EVERYONE ELSE GET YOUR ASS INTO THE APC OR GET LEFT BEHIND!"
Micahel crawls into the APC and mans the machine gun, ready to blast any abomination that flies out of the hole(ie charge con bonus). He also contacts Steve:
"STEVE! for the love of every god that has existed in the universe, PLEASE tell me you have this all on camera! We need an immediate evac from the mission site as we are dealing with an Xan-Stacy fused abomination and an amp overload!"
Jobasio obediently raises his rifle, raising a foot to step back into the driver's compartment.
"But wh-" he starts to say, still looking a bit puzzled. Then he hears the phrase "amp overload", and throws himself and his rifle into the APC with all haste, frantically buckling his seatbelt and taking a death-grip on the wheel. He speaks into the comms in a rather strained voice as the wheels grind into motion.
"Alright people! In the APC right now or forever hold your peace! Time to go!"
>Get quickly back in the APC and floor it away from the Hole of Death. Don't wait for anything.
Drive as fast as I can to get as far from it as possible, without crashing into rocks and flipping the APC. +1 to Aux, don't fail me now...
Vincent scrambes into the APC. As soon as he is safely in the APC, Vincent flips his faceshield up (clearly exposing the artifact mask he is wearing) looks towards Jobasio and Micheal and speaks. "So do all the missions here end up like this? I'm starting to wish I got picked for a different mission!"
*Edited because apparently I don't read teammates actions very well >.>
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)
Temporary Equipment:
Heat gun with accompanying backpack battery (Equipped)
Jobasio is already backing up and spinning the APC around as Vincent drags Michael into the back and straps him in before buckling himself up. The hydraulically controlled back door, still lowered, scrapes against the ice for a few seconds before it begins to close, sealing both men in a protective metal womb. Up front, in the driver's seat with his rifle in the passenger's seat beside him, Jobasio is screaming obscenities while trying to keep the APC from skidding out of control across the ice. The ice sheet begins to crack, great crevasses opening up as sections of ice hundreds of feet thick shift and separate. In the side mirror, Jobasio can see something emerging from the ice behind him. A ship, or at least whats left of one, bobs up from the ice like a cork, melting as it does. Much of it is still below the ice when the light emanating from inside of it becomes to bright to look at. The ice sublimates into boiling steam and the world becomes a tempest of clouds being created and blown away continuously. The APC is driving blind when it gets into the expanse of rocky teeth that lines the ice sheet, and it muscles it's way through on sheer momentum, scraping and ricocheting off stones until finally breaking free. It catches a large stone as it bounces out out onto the snow and flips, an axle tearing loose as it does. The Vehicle rolls several times before coming to a stop on its side. A hellish sound, like an ocean boiling and being strained through odd acoustics of the rocky teeth, fills the air. Everything outside the APC's cracked windshield is fog in a wind tunnel, a hurricane of blinding clouds and gales strong enough to rock the APC. In the distance, a glow of red and yellow light, flickering, can be seen.
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Topic: Mission 15: Arctic Expedition: I. HEAR. A. SOUND. (Read 67193 times)