05-30-2014, 06:14 PM
STORY
Reed was first to speak out.
“As far as I see it, we’re better off hunkering down for now and setting up some recon. Given the tech these soldiers were using and what I know of the Iklavuit-U.S.N.C.A conflict, our best bet is to pass ourselves off as vigilantes.”
“Like mercenaries?” asked Adessi.
“Somewhat, though only for good reasons; tracking down criminals, stopping crime, etc. Vigilantes, unlike mercenaries, don’t wage war just for money. We’re like mercenaries with a conscience.”
Adessi looked unconvinced. “I don’t know... this whole ‘middle of a war’ thing doesn’t sound too appetising. I elect we transport.”
“But then we may go somewhere even worse. And we seem to be as we seem to be time travelling chronologically. Let’s not risk stopping off in the 27th century... One hundred years of helpless exodus from our planet after the deeps finally open...” replied Reed. “What say you, newest member?”
The group turned to Slade who shrugged. “How about we just transport again and again until we reach a nice sunny beach?”
Zed replied. “We can only transport after about an hour. The more we transport, the more likely we are to arrive in a place that will kill us within 60 minutes. We have to be wary.”
Slade acquiesced.
A ripping sound caught their attention. Him had started pulling down the trousers of one of the soldiers. With surprisingly nimble movements, he fashioned a pair of shorts and promptly swallowed them.
“Ready for the next transport,” chuckled Zed. “And apparently he wants to have a nap!” he added as Him pointed to Reed and then pretended to sleep with his hands clasped by his cheek. Reed looked around. “There’s no wood.” He picked up the fallen rifles and planted them in the ground in a rectangle. He then stripped the soldiers of their clothes and spread them taught over the rifles to fashion a camp bed. Him jumped and clapped. Two minutes later his snores began.
“Didn’t even get to thank him for his diversion,” mumbled Slade. A whistle and four clicks told him that Him was aware.
“Anyway,” said Reed, "shall we go into the building?" Adessi and Slade, who still wanted to transport, looked uneasy.
TLDR
SCIENCE
DECISIONS
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SpoilerEpisode IV
Reed was first to speak out.
“As far as I see it, we’re better off hunkering down for now and setting up some recon. Given the tech these soldiers were using and what I know of the Iklavuit-U.S.N.C.A conflict, our best bet is to pass ourselves off as vigilantes.”
“Like mercenaries?” asked Adessi.
“Somewhat, though only for good reasons; tracking down criminals, stopping crime, etc. Vigilantes, unlike mercenaries, don’t wage war just for money. We’re like mercenaries with a conscience.”
Adessi looked unconvinced. “I don’t know... this whole ‘middle of a war’ thing doesn’t sound too appetising. I elect we transport.”
“But then we may go somewhere even worse. And we seem to be as we seem to be time travelling chronologically. Let’s not risk stopping off in the 27th century... One hundred years of helpless exodus from our planet after the deeps finally open...” replied Reed. “What say you, newest member?”
The group turned to Slade who shrugged. “How about we just transport again and again until we reach a nice sunny beach?”
Zed replied. “We can only transport after about an hour. The more we transport, the more likely we are to arrive in a place that will kill us within 60 minutes. We have to be wary.”
Slade acquiesced.
A ripping sound caught their attention. Him had started pulling down the trousers of one of the soldiers. With surprisingly nimble movements, he fashioned a pair of shorts and promptly swallowed them.
“Ready for the next transport,” chuckled Zed. “And apparently he wants to have a nap!” he added as Him pointed to Reed and then pretended to sleep with his hands clasped by his cheek. Reed looked around. “There’s no wood.” He picked up the fallen rifles and planted them in the ground in a rectangle. He then stripped the soldiers of their clothes and spread them taught over the rifles to fashion a camp bed. Him jumped and clapped. Two minutes later his snores began.
“Didn’t even get to thank him for his diversion,” mumbled Slade. A whistle and four clicks told him that Him was aware.
“Anyway,” said Reed, "shall we go into the building?" Adessi and Slade, who still wanted to transport, looked uneasy.
The team discuss what to do next. Enter the building or transport to the next location.
Him falls asleep.
Him falls asleep.
No science.
Slade Wilson -
Reed -
Him -
Zed Williams -
John Adessi -
Official transport vote. Do you wish to transport? Answer privately by PM.
Official transport vote. Do you wish to transport? Answer privately by PM.
Official transport vote. Do you wish to transport? Answer privately by PM.
Official transport vote. Do you wish to transport? Answer privately by PM.
Official transport vote. Do you wish to transport? Answer privately by PM.