Re: The Game: Chapter 02
In reply to Rebecca Taylor (msg # 278):
INSIDE
Rebecca flits, bobs, and hurtles herself toward the docking bay, though she makes no acknowledgement that anyone can hear.
Battalion reaches the end of his countdown, at which point Flux punches the override commands that open the airlock.
When nothing happens, he extends his hand toward the airlock and narrows his eyes.
"Of course the airlock wouldn't have emergency power. That would be convenient, and we can't have that."
Flux clenches his fingers into the palm of his hand, and the airlock doors strain against the powerful localized gravity well that has appeared nearby.
[Gravity Manipulation: 92]
With a groaning squeal followed by the howling torrent of atmosphere escaping into the void of space through the hole he just made, the air lock rends itself in twain.
"You're cleared for takeoff," Flux says, clapping Battalion on the shoulder with a grin and raising a beer in the other hand.
OUTSIDE
Xander directs his attention toward the incoming missiles and pauses to calculate the target lock, then calmly fires a lance of accelerated death at the the nearest threat.
[Rat-ta-tat-tat: 84, hit]
The targeted missile explodes prematurely, leaving five zipping toward the Mastodon.
The AI quickly appraises the battlesuit's pilot of the situation.
"Five to go. I calculate we can disable up to two more missiles before they reach the hull, but in doing so we will miss our window to board the shuttle from the airlock, if your ally's intentions are to be believed."
It it at this moment that a shower of sparks erupts from the exterior of the airlock, and it becomes clear that air is bleeding into space from a gaping hole where the door once stood.
"Correction. We will be boarding the shuttle immediately, from space, or not at all. Course?"
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:03, Mon 21 Dec 2015.