James Evan James paused. HE was almost letting himself get distractd by the dream. HE had an idea. He started, rapidly (very rapidly) changing his equipment and the surroundings, and rapidly, just as rapidly, repeatedly tried to esca[e form his dream. Maybe it would override whatever barrier was holding him from waking up.
Alright, you might be James Bond but this has gone on long enough. You're not going to get out this dream by picking up women, gambling and winning, or saving the world. Though for a moment you are sorely tempted to do so... [Will 4] There's now time for that though, and you invest all of your will in ripping the dream (And hopefully whatever is creating it) to shreds. [Will 5, 4, 5+1] You blitz through the dream, tearing it all to hell. At the corner of your vision mold begins to fill the room, a thousand different colors of bright and fluffy infection. No matter what you change the dream to the molding always progresses. Just as the dream flickers through an old western holo-flick the mold shudders and coalesces into...
You. Your enslaved subconscious is wearing a heavy duster and has an old west six-shooter in his right hand, the dream around him pulses and shifts and looks somehow... diseased. Looking at yourself you realize you're garbed in much the same way as he his, same duster, same colt pistol. You do however feel the reassuring weight of a second pistol tucked into your duster. Looking at the sky you realize it's high noon.
And you're about to duel yourself.
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Surviving Members of Tarran's Group.GET IN THE ELEVATOR. silently, so Taric doesn't know
"Shit, freaking ladders."
Climb the ladder. DON'T FALL OFF.
Get to that elevator!
"Thanks Teague," Dom said as he muscled the doors open. She felt like she was going to fall over at any moment, but she could wait until they were on the way out to rest. "You've got the AI?" It looked like Taric had. "Go ahead then. I'll go last, I don't want to hold anybody up." She leaned against the wall to save her energy and waited for everyone else to start climbing so she could begin her own ascent.
One after another you follow Tarran up the ladder, trying not to look down. [Luck roll 5] Nothing was damaged when the trooper set of the trap and sent the elevator flying, and no unexpected debris falls off and tries to kill you. [End roll 6, 5, 3, 5] Tarran climbs the ladder without stopping or slowing down, heaving himself abreast with the door to the landing platform without visible effort. The only one who seems at all winded by the ascent is Taric, (Taric Stamina -5) all things considered he isn't that bad off either. Upon reaching the doors [Luck 4] Tarran finds that they were actually nudged slightly open by the force of the elevator colliding with the top of the shaft. Reaching over he attempts to jam the doors open a bit more so the team can get through. [Str 3+1, environment] It isn't pretty and there's a lot of manly grunting but you manage to heave the door open another foot so it's wide enough to fit a person. Tarran pulls himself through and then helps the rest of the party through one by one. As he pulls Dom through the party gets their first good look at the landing platform.
The entire space is given over to one ship, she's seventy-five feet long from nose to tail and painted in a non-reflective silver with high reflective inlay in warpaint pattern. She's beautiful. Four heavy VTOL engines are currently upright and ready to go, giving it the appearance of a crouched dragon. The stabilizing tail and primary engine complete the image with a barbed tail. Black letters on the side read
"Virtue". Hopefully theft became a virtue when you weren't looking.
Now you just have to get inside it, turn it on, and fly out through an orbital bombardment before you're turned into vapor. No sweat.
00:30 Until Bombardment begins.
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