Roll 65
"Lead me to the L1 as if you were still in charge. Don't say a word unless you absolutely have to. I'll do the talking in all other cases"Amatin demanded.
"Yeah," responded Cherenkov with an unsettling confidence, his yellow eyes partly closed. He didn't seem to care too much anymore.
Cherenkov opened the door and led Amatin through a series of hallways and elevators. Amatin continued to don his heat suit.
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[6] Zakroff lowered his submachineguns. He set them on the ground, realizing that there was no way to hit his targets at a distance with any degree of accuracy if his weapons kicked as they did. He thought for a second, then placed his hands on both weapons. They glowed white as he shuffled their components around with his hands. Finally, he merged them into a Double Barreled Sniper Rifle.
[4] Meanwhile, Varron stood up. He landed, having been levitating a meter over the lift's floor beforehand, and held his arms out. The two mercenaries proceeded to fly up into the dank air over the rock the previously used a cover. They cursed and screamed as they then began to hover toward their lift, letting go of their weapons, and causing [1] Milia to scream as they directly intersected her projected point of view. She had seen the insides of their stomachs and the Newcastle Ground Ferret clippings they had for dessert.
"Mercenaries, huh..." remarked Varron.
"Surrender now and we might let you live... In return for some information, that is."
"Might?!" exclaimed the one not bleeding profusely. His helmet had a dent in it from Zakroff's initial barrage.
"Roger here has an arrow in his leg and you're saying that you can just 'let' us live?"
Varron shrugged.
"Alright then."
The lift hissed as it entered the gap in the ceiling. The floor of the lift merged with the rest of the chamber's floor. The lights overhead activated, showing the five with an initial downpour of sparks. As the flickering lights dimmed and stopped malfunctioning, the room quieted down, allowing the party to survey the room. It was essentially a garage, with welding equipment on one side, a large door leading into the next area, and boxes of tools and metal on the opposite side.
Then, the door hissed, breaking the silence. Amatin stepped into the hallway, followed by a Cyrian official with yellow eyes.
"What's up."
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[5] Caplus decided to, in the midst of the smoke and ashes flying about, inhale deeply. His helmet filtered the soot and dirt from entering his body, but the carbon dioxide nevertheless made him dizzy. He concentrated for a moment, then took his helmet off and exhaled a plume of dry ice, giving himself massive frostbite and clearing a math across half of the log.
"Now!" he sputtered.
Aduin, Winfield and Ross darted across the log in response, with Caplus clearing the other half of the path as he went. As the four met up with Jaffar and Kayle on solid ground again, the log cracked and gave way, plunging into the lake, leaving a fiery trail as loose methane continued to ignite.
Winfield flipped out his radio and called mission control.
"Hello, this is Winfield...
You guys are going to have to take a detour..."
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