Re: The Game
In reply to James (msg # 878):
"We've been more than fair," Conrad says, appearing on the far end of the hallway with a shield and shotgun of his own. "Autognomes, by my command, target the stormtroopers."
He smiles with satisfaction as the other autognome obeys.
"Your orders are a muddled mess, and at this point, largely irrelevant," he continues. "Are you trying to get home or take the helmet? Your CO can't answer, because he's actively dying in the helm. Something he might not be doing if you weren't so stupid as to obstruct our medic. Or were you ordered to let him die?"
The sarcasm of the last question is palpable.
"My Captain wants you off this ship, and he wants the helmet to stay on it. Orders, y'see. But I don't want to kill everyone unless I have to, so here's what's going to happen," Conrad continues. "Call it the deal of a lifetime. You are going to throw down those weapons, put your hands on your head, and march into the diving bell. We will then arrange to have you sent home using the helmet, which you will not be permitted to keep afterward."
His eyes narrow, and he gestures to the autognomes, fey, and skeleton before raising the barrel of his own shotgun for emphasis.
"You're welcome to die, if you'd rather, but it seems rather pointless, wouldn't you say? You won't get the helmet either way, but you can continue to serve the Empire by being smart here. What'll it be?"
READY action: shoot the absolute crap out of the nearest stormtrooper unless he complies.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:07, Fri 31 Oct 2014.