Maybe Dave was actually helpful for once and put a map in my datapad's memory. Or I could ask the HMRC ship if they could send it to me. Or I could look for a handy console.
Burn the first pile of rubbish.
Dave? Helpful? What have you been smoking?
> Don't have one for you, but I'm certain you won't have problem finding one.No handy consoles in sight, unless you count keycard reader at doors leading to reactor core.
[Exo: 4+1+1] You focus a little too much. Your mind blanks out when your amp creeps deep into your brain to do whatever it needs to do. Cloth scraps catch fire. The passcard and the watch melts. The dried smudge and paint on floor smoulders producing some very unhealthy looking smoke. In fact, paint of floor burns unexpectedly wide area starting front of your toes to five meters behind the smudge. You collapse on ground, holding your helmet in desperate attempt to manage pain in your brain. Everything you see, hear, smell, feel and taste is painful static of thousands white hot needles.
And it just happens to be that Filgres stands in between you and your intented target.
[Filgres End: 6] Filgres bites his cheeks and starts laughing when all fesh below his ankles is burned to ashes and fourth-degree burn wounds start making their way up towards his knees. Having no functional feets he too loses his balance and falls over.
"'TIS BUT A FLESH WOUND!"
Loot the watch. Keep weapon ready and see prepared to fire if need be
Sadly it melted. As almost did your feets if you were one meter further ahead. Lucky you.
"Think this card still works? I hope these people are okay, wherever they are hiding!"
Grab the pass card. Keep moving, assuming the team keeps up.
That too melted, together with your feets.
Quietly stay away from the disgusting filth don't want to get filthy. Keep in between all the idiots so I'm protected...prick dosent trust this.
Smart man, your instincts were right on the spot once again. Total capacity of your meat shields was cut by 33%.
Fire deterrent foam sprays from hidden holes in ceiling, covering large section of the corridor and the entire team up to knees. Sounds of little feets is covered by blaring fire alarm, so nobody has any idea what's up with those.
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