James EvanIf that means that's what is controlling my dream, preemptively draw and fire. No niceties. Just take him down. And make sure my pistols are cocked and loaded.
[Initiative 5 Vs Initiative 4] You skin steel and fire like a bolt of lightning, [Quickshot 2] blowing a hole in the air to the left of the entity's face. [? Quickshot 4] The other you takes his time with the shot, and lead kisses your left shoulder. [Soak 3] You stagger and fire again with your right, [Quickshot 2] going wild once more. The shadow of you shakes its head contemptuously again [? quickshot 3] sending another bullet skinning across your ribs. [Soak 1] The flash of pain from the knife wound earlier comes back ten-fold and you drop down to one knee, head bowed.
"As always that's it. First one out of the gate just so you can kiss the dirt and be the one to fail first." Your twin walks to you slowly pistol raised and ready.
"The family did right, they taught us what the technocracy never would, they rebelled for us!" His voice, your voice, is cold, emotionless, detached. The world though tells a different story, the heat in the air picks up as the shadow speaks and a window breaks in the saloon.
"We went off to college, we blended in and studied like a good little boy. We stayed in our little corner telling our family how hard it was for us to disguise or loathing for the technocracy. What have we really disguised though?" Ten feet away the manifestation stops, rage twisting the features into a parody of your own.
"We became servants of the Church of the Virgin World, oh sure, we ignored a few slips where we could, but how many people did we hurt? What you disguised wasn't your loathing of the technocrats, it was the fact that you've always been too damn afraid to do anything about it!" Several buildings catch fire as your subconscious finishes the sentence.
"You've held the reins for too long old friend, and I've outgrown you. Now I can take you, and we'll never give in again. Never. You sub-conscious reaches out a hand, virulent mold springing up and wreathing the appendage as he walks toward you, arm outstretched.
You don't think you're going to like what happens if it touches you.
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Tarran's Survivorsget in, duurrrr
"GO GO GO!"
Sprint to the finish (ship).
"Is that all of us?" Dom looked around to check. Tarran, Taric, Teague. We're all here. ...Goddamnit. Trol and Ellen... She shook her head. There would be time to remember their losses later. Right now they had to get to the shuttle and get out of there! She limped towards it at top speed.
Get in there!
All of you sprint to the ship, Tarran last. [Dex 5, 2, 2, 5] A deafening roar fills the air and everything starts to shake, Taric and Dom stumble but Teague catches Dom and Tarran keeps Taric from falling. Swaying a little drunkenly the group makes it under the ship to where the hatch should be. [Intuition 2, 1, 1, 5] If Taric hadn't been there all of you would have been staring at the pretty pretty underside of the ship with no clue how to get it open, Taric was there though, even if he was exhausted he was still a genius. Reaching up to press an unremarkable piece of plating he opens up a simple holographic interface on the bottom of the shuttle. [Mechanical 6] Speeding through options and tasks faster than would seem possible he hacks the computer into believing that they are all VIP personnel who are evacuating the facility and have requisitioned the shuttle. He also makes scans and lock the biometrics for every member of the group, without one of them to help nobody else is getting into this baby. After confirming your new and completely fake identities the hatch slides open and a ramp of stairs unfolds to meet you. All of you pile into the ship.
As you enter the ship the lighting comes to life, showing you the interior. You seem to be in the lounge and everything exudes elegance and taste. The furnishings are simple but expensive and incredibly comfortable looking. High quality couches hum with life, undoubtedly willing to mold force fields into the most comfortable configurations available for your body while giving you a massage. You get blood and grime everywhere.
Everyone but Taric just stands in awe of the one room of the ship that probably is more expensive than any ten private rooms they've seen before. Taric attempts to find a port to download Hoke into, [Observation 2] but the ship is too bloody streamlined into itself. He searches but can't find a suitable node here.
Bombardment has commenced,
7:30 until the shields on the facility fold.
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