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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Seven Cont'd.

(continued)

ACTION:: Since the ship Mike is piloting belongs to the Field Marshall's army, they have clearance throughout their region. Other regions will need to be contacted prior to entry::

<Trila_Solahn> @::nods and easily pilots the ship into the upper atmosphere::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::frowns and looks back:: Mike: Guess we better get them in gear. ::yells back:: Both: What now?
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Kahlan: I was not talking about the Commodore, well, not just the Commodore. No single life is worth more than any other. So by that, logic dictates that many lives outweigh a single one.
<Mike_Talbet> :: picks up a small peice of plast paper and chucks it at the pair :: Both: HEY!

@ACTION:: The shuttle exits the atmosphere and continues on. Ahead is a cloud of debris and sensors are picking up the magnetic fluctuations, giving a warning on the control panel::

<Brask_Key`far> :: catches the paper with a swift motion::
<Kahlan> ::turns to Mike and yells, frustrated:: Mike: WHAT? ::realizes what he needs and blushes, though he can't tell:: Mike: Sorry.
<Trila_Solahn> @::shakes her head and scowls:: Ian: Here we go already... ::sighs::
<Kahlan> Brask: Where do you think we should start?
<Brask_Key`far> :: tosses the paper away, eyeing Mike for a moment before turning to Kahlan:: Kahlan: We should get an accurate survey of the surrounding area.
<Trila_Solahn> @::shakes her head again:: Ian: There's a cloud of debris already ahead and the magnetic fluctuations are off the scale
<Ian_Hawkins> @::checks sensors and tries to determine where the strongest magnetic field is located:: Trila: Try to head to this sector and take it in slowly. When we get closer, we will need to drift in, powered down.
<Kahlan> Brask: Just fly around and sense things? I guess it's as good a place to start as any. Never know what might turn up.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: Possibly move in low on occasion for some deep surface scans.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::shakes his head:: Mike: Let's get readings for this region. We can cover it all within an hour I am guessing. ::yells back:: Both: Is that fine with you two?
<Kahlan> ::nods and smiles at Mike, trying to take the sting from her yelling by using her pretty face:: Mike: Let's do that then. Fly a grid pattern in the surrounding area, scanning the surface. If there's anything odd, we'll scan deeper in those places.
<Mike_Talbet> Kahlan: Aye aye. :: engages his engines and begins his scanning grid. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> @:: checks sensors:: Trila: OK, now is a good time to power down. Just use auxillary power to sensors and maneuvering thrusters.
<Trila_Solahn> @::nods:: Ian: Powering down now.... ::gets ready for manual piloting::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::spins in his seat and heads back:: Both: Need help with the sensors?
<Kahlan> ::looks at Dimitri oddly, wondering where he got the idea that he could give orders, and shrugs it off for now, turning back to Brask:: Brask: Forgive me then, but to me your life was more valuable than the lives of people who may or may not have been in that building. Perhaps all the others were dead anyway. To lose you, on a mission that may not have found anything, would have broken my heart.
<Mike_Talbet> :: rolls the speeder slightly, just to get everyone in their seats and quiet. Man was this going ot be a long day. ::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::sighs and moves to a workstation and begins working on collecting data::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head at Kahlan, confused, and turns to Dimitri, noticing him already at the station and shrugs::
<Kahlan> ::holds herself steady with a hand on the wall of the speeder as Mike rolls it:: Brask: Don't just shake your head. You are my friend, and so yes, your life is valuable to me.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns:: Kahlan: But that doesn't make sense.
<Kahlan> ::shrugs and hugs him:: Brask: Maybe not to you, but to me it makes perfect sense.
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow, very confused, but hugs her anyway::

@ACTION:: The shuttle drifts into the debris field slowly. Some pieces begin to react, but they don't move too quickly. The sensors show that the highest concentration is just twenty meters ahead.::

<Kahlan> ::turns to head for a station, then pauses and looks back:: Brask: All right, let's look at it another way. Why did you carry me down those stairs? You slowed yourself down, and if you had not been carrying me, you may have had a chance to find others running and help them.

ACTION:: Sensors sweeps emit from the ship as it slowly moves over the buildings of the city below::

<Trila_Solahn> @::continues to pilot the shuttle, all the while making corrections (just in case):: Ian: I've got the highest concentration just 20 meters ahead... ::moves the shuttle slightly to avoid any impact just yet::
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to raise his eyebrow:: Kahlan: It did not slow me down to carry you. I chose to do so because I knew I could move faster than you could.
<Kahlan> Brask: Why me, and not Trila or Ian?
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Ian was fine by himself, and if you recall. I did help Trila as well.
<Ian_Hawkins> @::nods:: Trila: Keep heading for it. ::checks his readings for anything unusual, other than what they already know::
<Mike_Talbet> :: sighs heavily and checks his altitude and transponder signals. ::
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head with a smile:: Brask: All right then. Maybe you don't understand, but at least get used to it. ::grins and sits down at a station, looking over the readings::

ACTION:: A warning light comes on the sensor stations. Something that wasn't supposed to be scanned was, and an alert has been sent out. ::

<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around, moving to an empty sensor station to see what the problem is::
<Ian_Hawkins> @::looks out the viewport:: Trila: That's odd. You woud think that the highest concentration would have the most debris in it, but it is almost void of it. ::checks readings again::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::shuts his station down immediately:: All: What was that all about?
<Kahlan> ::frowns at her screen, trying to determine the problem::
<Kahlan> Dimitri: I don't know.
<Trila_Solahn> @::wrinkles her brow:: Ian: What? Are you sure? ::looks out the viewport as she coninues on her heading::
<Ian_Hawkins> @Trila: Sensors show that there is a high magnetic field coming from just ahead, but I don't see anything.

ACTION:: The alert is halted suddenly, but the other sensors are picking up debris fragments on the surface, just on the edge of the city::

<Trila_Solahn> @Ian: COuld it be a cloak of some sort?
<Ian_Hawkins> @::frowns:: Trila: I hope not. We could run right into whatever it is.
<Kahlan> Brask: Think we ought to check out that debris?
<Trila_Solahn> @::nods:: Ian: Well that makes the two of us... the best way to find out would be to fire on it, don't you think? If it's only debris it can't hurt...
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::moves to a different station, after pocketing something:: Kahlan: Good idea. I've seen many objects much like these.
<Brask_Key`far> :: narrows his eyes at the display:: Kahlan: Perhaps. We should make another pass over it to get more data.
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Mike: Pass over that debris on the edge of the city again. See if you can get more information on it.

@ACTION:: As they get closer, the darkness of space around the debris lifts ever so slightly to reveal a dark oblong object about the size of a TIE fighter hull:::

<Ian_Hawkins> @:: puts his hands on the control panel to brace himself:: Trila: Reverse!
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::scans the debris with several different scans to get a good range of data:: Kahlan: Are you thinking that taking a sample of the debris will tell us more?
<Trila_Solahn> @:: pales slightly and shoves the ship in full reverse::

@ACTION:: No matter what Trila does, the shuttle continues in towards the object until it attaches itself to the hull::

<Trila_Solahn> @::swears softly to herself:: Ian: Great...
<Ian_Hawkins> @::sits back in his seat:: Trila: So much for that idea. I wonder if we can deactivate it. ::looks back:: Do you think they included pressure suits?
<Trila_Solahn> @::shrugs:: Ian: I can't remember if it was on our provisions list... but we can check. There should be a compartment back there....
<Kahlan> Dimitri: It likely would, but that alert bothers me. I wonder if it would be safe to try or not.
<Ian_Hawkins> @::gets up and heads back to the storage lockers and bins:: Trila: If there aren't any, what other ideas do you have? ::opens door after door::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs:: Kahlan: We could simply hover near it and I can run collect a sample.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> Kahlan: I wouldn't worry too much about that alert. Our scans probably got caught up on something they didn't want scanned. I shut down my station to disengage the scanners, and that seemed to take care of it.
<Kahlan> Dimitri: I hope you're right...
<Kahlan> Brask: All right. I imagine you're the fastest among us, though I don't have to like it...
<Kahlan> Mike: Take us down near the debris and hover there
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to the hatch:: Kahlan: How large of a sample would you like?
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::continues with his scans of the area::
<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Brask: I don't know. The larger the better I guess, and I already know how strong you are. But don't take anything so big that it will hinder your safe return.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and waits for the pilot to move the shuttle in closer::


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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Seven Cont'd.

(continued)

ACTION:: The shuttle lowers to just one meter above the ground. The ramp lowers and the debris can be spotted, embedded into the ground about five meters behind the ship's ramp::

<Ian_Hawkins> @::returns to his seat:: Trila: No suits back there. I checked every bin and locker. ::looks out at the rest of the debris::
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves down the ramp and jumps to the ground, moving to the debris to look it over::
<Kahlan> ::stands at the top of the ramp, shifting from foot to foot::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::notices something odd on his scans:: Kahlan: Have a look at this.
<Kahlan> ::frowns, looking after Brask for a moment more, then walks over to Dimitri:: Dimitri: What is it?
<Trila_Solahn> @::shrugs:: Ian: I honestly don't know... I wish there was some way to make the hull less "attractive"...
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::shows his odd scan readings:: Kahlan: What do you make of this? Looks like your buddy needs a checkup.
<Kahlan> ::looks at the scans over Dimitri's shoulder::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Is that possible? It's pretty ugly already.
<Trila_Solahn> @:: stops and gives him an "Oh, please" look before chuckling softly. She moves the shuttle forward::
<Kahlan> ::frowns at the void in the scans, worried for a moment, but doesn't really know what to make of it:: Dimitri: What do you think it could mean?

@ACTION:: It takes a lot of power to move the shuttle, but once it gets going, it picks up spead fast, as well as surrounding debris in it's wake::

<Brask_Key`far> :: reaches the debris and looks it over, before crouching down to get a head sized piece of it, breaking it off if necessary::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::shrugs:: Kahlan: Could be that this scanner is malfunctioning or something. ::grins::
<Trila_Solahn> @Ian: Well, this is fun... piloting a shuttle with huge hunk of metal attached to it.... you know, this might not be so bad, we could easily ram objects out of our way with this
<Kahlan> ::notices his grin, and knows there is something he isn't telling her:: Dimitri: I already know quite enough about Brask to make me curious. This is yet another piece of a large puzzle. What is it that you are grinning about?
<Ian_Hawkins> @::checks sensor readings:: Trila: Not so fun. It's messing our scanners up. All I get is garbage for readings. ::looks out to notice that the debris field is shifting around them::
<Trila_Solahn> @Ian: Is there a center to this feild? Or were we just in it?
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::stops grinning:: Kahlan: Just goes to show how much qualty these people put into their technology.
<Ian_Hawkins> @::shakes his head at what he sees:: Trila: Wha do you mean? Center of the magnetic field of this thing or of the debris field?
<Kahlan> Dimitri: The scanner you mean? ::thinks for a moment:: I'm not so certain it is malfunctioning...though I suppose that's one possibility. Call me if you find anything else odd. ::walks back to the ramp to watch for Brask::
<Trila_Solahn> @Ian: Either.... if we had something to look for... ::continues to shove debris out of the way with the piece of metal sticking to her hull::
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes a good sized sample and returns to the shuttle, jumping back up onto the ramp:: Kahlan: Will this be enough?
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::starts grinning as he watches her walk away::
<Kahlan> ::smiles as she sees Brask return safely:: Brask: It should be, yes. Thank you.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, moving inside and setting the debris piece down in an empty chair::
<Kahlan> ::runs all the standard tests on the hunk of debris::
<Ian_Hawkins> @:: looks out the viewport since sensors are no good:: Trila: Are you noticing that the debris is following us?

@ACTION:: The shuttle continues to increase speed, moving close to the hull's limits. The hull, however doesn't seem to be stressing over it.::

<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::returns to his scanning:: All: Can we continue on now?
<Trila_Solahn> @::nods:: Ian: Was just about to ask you to have a look. We must really be some kind of magnet... I wonder if we could find something else for this stuff to get attracted to...
<Kahlan> ::nods at Dimitri:: Mike: Keep on with the grid please.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Are you increasing our speed to try to outrun that debris? I've noticed we are travelling quite fast, and further from the planet.
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves back to an empty scanner station, which happens to be the one Dimitri was using before he moved::
<Trila_Solahn> @::shakes her head:: Ian: No, I'm not... this thing seems to have taken on a mind of it's own... I still have control though... I'm watching it...

ACTION:: The ship gains altitude again and continues one with the grid. Soon it will be finished with this region and ready to move on.::

<Ian_Hawkins> @Trila: How can you have control if it's taking over our velocity and navigation?

@ACTION:: The shuttle is continuing on, towards the edge of the system, passing other smaller planets and their moons along the way::

<Trila_Solahn> @::shakes her head:: Ian: I didn't say anything about navigation... ::tries to turn the ship to prove she still has control::
<Kahlan> ::sighs and turns back to the surface scans:: Brask: There is nothing special about this debris

@ACTION:: The shuttle's hull groans considerably, but the course remains the same as before. The pressure on the hull is threatening to tear it apart::

<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Well, nothing those scans can pick up at least.

ACTION:: The grid for the region has been completed and they are ready to move on to the next one. It is up to Kahlan to determine which region is next.::

<Kahlan> ::nods, looking at him and thinking about some other scans, but keeping it to herself in the presence of Mike and Dimitri::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: I'm guessing this isn't a good thing.
<Trila_Solahn> @:: sits up straight, now getting a little concerned:: Ian: Umm, no... not really.... ::tries reverse thrusters... slowly at first then strengthening as she needs it::
<Kahlan> Mike: Let's try the Commodore's region next. Dimitri is known there so it may be safer than the other side. I hope. Besides, if your boss is intent on proving the Commodore is somehow behind this, it makes sense as the next stop.

@ACTION:: The shuttle's hull groans even harder, and alarms begin to sound as the stress levels exceed the limits of the hull::

<Trila_Solahn> @::sits back and takes her hands off the controls:: Ian: Okay... this is NOT good.... :: begins to feel a little frustrated::
<Ian_Hawkins> <Dimitri_Shashikov> ::nods and moves away from his station:: Kahlan: I'll make the call ahead to make sure we are cleared. ::moves to the communications console::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Dimitri: Thank you.
<Ian_Hawkins> @:: nods:: Trila: Good thing I had you here to tell me that.
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to focus on the sensor station he is at::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::makes the call and adds a little odd message near the end:: Kahlan: We have clearance, but they want to monitor us while there.
<Trila_Solahn> @::folds her arms:: Ian: Well, right now there's nothing in our path... it could be taking us somewhere... it's not like we have much choice....
<Kahlan> ::frowns at Dimitri's little addition to the message, knowing full well it means something to someone, but chooses not to make an issue of it right now:: Dimitri: Of course. That's understandable.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: But if it isn't taking us anywhere in particular, I don't want to just sit here to find out. ::gets up and heads towards the back::
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<Brask_Key`far> :: hears Kahlan and nods::
<Trila_Solahn> @:: tries to cut power:: Ian: Well I'm open to suggestions short of cutting our power completely::

ACTION:: The ship crosses the same battlefield that they had crossed in the shuttle before, but this time they aren't being fired upon::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::yells back:: Trila: Just make sure our life support stays intact. I like breathing.

@ACTION:: The shuttle leaves the system and makes a slight turn onto a new course. Their destination is yet unknown to them, if there is one at all.::

<Trila_Solahn> @::snorts:: Ian: As if I'd cut our life support... what kind of pilot do you think I am?

%$%$% END EPISODE SEVEN %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Eight

EPISODE EIGHT:
The shuttle has been allowed to cross into the Commodore's region of the planet. Dimitri has guaranteed their safety, and so far his word has been kept.
Meanwhile, Trila and Ian are being pulled somewhere far away from the Critin System. They have tried just about everything to regain control of their shuttle, but nothing has worked yet.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE EIGHT %$%$%

<Kahlan> Dimitri and Brask: Well, I suppose the same thing here. Fly a grid pattern and scan everything.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods his agreement::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::looks over to her:: Kahlan: Unless you have something else in mind. ::winks to her:: This is a big ship.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::works at the controls as they fly along their unknown course:: Ian: This is nuts... I'm going to cut the power completely... if it is running on autopilot or something then it will shut down... if we're being drawn toward a star or some other kind of gravitational force then we'll keep going...
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::shrugs:: Trila: And what about the life support? Oh, and do you think we might need something incase this thing decides to leave us?
<Kahlan> Dimitri: No thank you. I'll scan things. ::sits at one of the stations and watches the scanning::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::smiles as he returns to his scans:: Kahlan: You'll come around.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::shakes her head:: Ian: It's only for a few moments... we can deal without life support for a few minutes until I see if I'm right...
<Kahlan> Dimitri: Keep dreaming
<Brask_Key`far> :: is almost afraid to ask but does so anyway, walking up to the c0ckpit:: Pilot: Can you fly by the Commodore's building? I want to see if it is still intact.

ACTION:: The pilot takes the ship through the region. Scans reveal little, except lots of damage caused by the storms and debris from the sky. More than most regions. The Commodore's forces fly close by as "protection"::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::begins a shut down sequence of the entire shuttle::
<Kahlan> ::frowns at the scans:: Brask: It seems like there's more damage here than other places. But that makes no sense.
<Kahlan> ::yells in the direction of the c0ckpit::
<Pilot> Brask: Sure. :: pilots the ship towards the building::
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears Kahlan and nods, focusing his attention out the front viewport, looking for the building::

@ACTION:: As Trila finishes shutting down the shuttle completely, they notice no change in speed or course::

<Kahlan> ::gets up and walks to the c0ckpit, standing next to Brask:: Brask: That's odd isn't it?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods again:: Kahlan: Yes, pehaps we should look into it further before moving on. :: not looking at her as he speaks::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::chews her lip thoughtfully:: Ian: Well, that got me no where... the inertia could be carrying us along...
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::sits in her pilot's chair and thinks again as she powers up the systems again::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: That worked well.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::scowls:: Ian: Hang on... I'm gonna try something else....
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Be careful. We are still alive.
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: prepares to shut down the power to the shuttle again, but not before trying to reverse thrusters to slow them down, even just a tiny bit. She's careful not to overload the thrusters or any other systems, as it had such a harsh result before when she tried to reverse::.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::reverses thrusters as much as she can without overloading, then turns off the power to see if that slows them down even just a tiny bit::

ACTION:: As the ship flies closer to the Commodore's building, they can see that it is nearly completely destroyed. The waters from the previous storm have receeded so the people have come out to clean up and help others. People pull out bodies and help survivors at the Commodore's building.::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::shakes his head:: Trila: It didn't work before.

@ACTION:: The shuttle shakes but speed and course stay the same::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns as he sees what remains of the building::
<Kahlan> Brask: It looks like they're all right. You know we still really don't have time to stop...right?
<Kahlan> Brask: They're all helping each other...
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::sighs and shakes his head, worried for his people below::
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Now! But how many may have died before the water was low enough for the towns people to come to their aid?
<Pilot> ::yells back:: All: Looks pretty bad here. Worse I've seen.
<Kahlan> Brask: We couldn't wait! The Commodore was critical, and with luck, he can stop this war.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::looks to the pilot and frowns:: Pilot: Yes. Pretty bad.
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to head to the back of the shuttle:: Kahlan: I never asked you to wait. :: passes her without looking at her::
<Kahlan> ::follows him:: Brask: Look....there is never a way to save everyone. We're here to find out what's going on. We can't stop to help every person who needs it. We'd be here for the rest of our lives.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Ready to try something else, or you going to shake us apart?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::swears under her breath and sits back:: Ian: Okay, that should have at least slowed us somewhat if we were getting pulled along by autopilot or something... so obviously something's got us... :: powers minimal systems back up and begins searching the computers and scanners to see if anything out of the unusual can be detected::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Kahlan: I could have helped the survivors in that building, and you could have all come back for me to continue the investigation, that would not have disrupted our mission.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::continues scans:: Pilot: Find a clear enough area to set down. I have to get out to do a survey.
<Kahlan> Brask: Oh? It wouldn't? We need you Brask. You are a part of our team.
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: And how useful have I been thus far? I collected a debris sample, I should have stayed at the building..
<Pilot> ::nods and looks for a spot, while still flying the grid:: Dimitri: Those pilots going to have a problem with that?
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::shakes his head:: Pilot: No, you'll be fine.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Trila: A great effort. This is definitely not something either of us have experienced before.
<Kahlan> Brask: You helped us get through to the hospital. And we had no way to know if we'd be able to get back here. Leaving you behind was not an option.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::scoffs:: Ian: You got that right... this is nearly as bad as the time that I lost Aja.... :: feels a cold chill at the memory and shuts it out of her mind as concentrates on the computers and scanners::

@ACTION:: Far ahead of the shuttle is a distant and faint light. Scans can't tell what it is, exactly, mostly due to interference from the thing that has them. From deduction, they can tell it isn't a star.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: shows more emotion than he likely ever has, in this lifetime, and slams his fist against the wall hard:: Kahlan: We should have tried! There are always choices!
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Aja?

ACTION:: Brask sets off an internal sensor alarm as he punctures the wall with his fist::

<Pilot> All: What's going on back there!
<Brask_Key`far> :: pauses for a moment and slowly pulls his hand from the hole he made in the wall, looking at it::
<Kahlan> ::ignores the alarm and the pilot and sighs:: Brask: You know it wasn't my choice. If I hadn't stopped you, Ian would have. Leaving you behind with no way of knowing if we'd ever come back here wasn't possible.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::notices the object ahead and wonders if that's where they are headed, or if it's something that has the misfortune of getting in their way::
<Kahlan> ::frowns at the hole:: Brask: Umm...how did you do that by the way?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::shakes her head:: Ian: A ship I used to own... it's nothing... anyway... :: looks over readings more intently as she tries to concentrate::
<Kahlan> Pilot: None of your business
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to look at the hole:: Kahlan: It just happend. :: moves away from it to look out a viewport::
<Kahlan> Brask: Look...we need to talk, and all we've done is fight. ::lowers her voice:: Something odd happened when you went to get the sample.
<Pilot> ::turns off the alarm just before spotting a clearing:: Dimitri: Got a clearing. Going to set down there in two minutes. How long should I wait?
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow:: Kahlan: What do you mean?
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::gets up from his console:: Pilot: Don't wait for me.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: What do you make of that? :: points to the light ahead of them::
<Kahlan> Brask: You didn't show up on the scanner. Dimitri saw it too, but I don't know what he might be thinking.
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to raise his eyebrow:: Kahlan: Perhaps it was a sensor glitch, like that alarm that was triggered earlier. :: shrugs::

ACTION:: The ship sets down in the clearing and a side hatch opens for only a minute and closes, as Dimitri exits the ship. The pilot decides to continue the grid and lifts off again::

<Kahlan> Brask: But added to the hole in the wall? Hey...why did he set down just now?
<Brask_Key`far> :: cought Dimitri's movement and motions to the hatch:: Kahlan: Dimitri left.

@ACTION:: The light gets bigger and bigger, and dimmer and dimmer. The object is not shiny, but it is big. Still no way to tell what exactly it is.::

<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Brask: I'm not sure I like that...
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Why not? He has been nothing but rude and troublesome since we met him.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::checks the sensors to see if they show anything as she looks at the light ahead of her:: Ian: It could be the reflection of something... perhaps another ship.... sensors aren't giving me any thing definite
<Kahlan> Brask: Because if he was truly helping us, why would he leave? And if he's left, does his protection leave as well?
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs:: Kahlan: This is his region, he could just be going to help the survivors.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Trila: Just be ready for something bad. Get your systems ready to react.
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head:: Brask: I still don't like it.

ACTION:: The grid in the region is over three quarters completed and scans are automatically being taken. Nothing can be detected thoroughly, however, due to the amount of damage below. The ship continues never the less::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods and smirks at him:: Ian: Hey, I'm always ready...
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks over the console in front of him and tries to get as much information of the area ahead of them. Interference is giving him trouble, but he persists::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sits down in whatever chair is closest and rubs his forehead::
<Kahlan> Brask: I am sorry you know. But it's true. Our mission will leave us no time to help them. By completing it we can save more of them than we could ever pull from the rubble. :: bends over to hug him:: Now, why would this region be the worst hit?

@ACTION:: The object is taking shape now. It looks as if it was a rectangular object with a sphere at one end. As they get closer they can see that the end of the rectangular shape, opposite of the sphere, is very jagged.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head at her words:: Kahlan: You make everything so black and white. :: lets that conversation drop and focuses on the task at hand:: I'm not sure, but if it is true then the reason could very well be a big clue in our investigation here.
<Kahlan> Brask: I was thinking that as well. An enemy of the Commodore maybe, but what kind of an enemy has enough power to cause these storms?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: squints his eyes while looking at the huge object ahead of them, as it gets even bigger:: Trila: This is odd looking. I wonder what it is. Or was.
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Also, what enemy would bring destruction down upon themselves just to hit the Commodore's territory. Even if the damage to themselves was less than that of their target, it is not tactically sound.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods and leans toward the viewscreen:: Ian: It looks as if something was ripped off the end...
<Kahlan> Brask: Exactly. I wonder could he have enemies from a nearby planet? They wouldn't be hurt by this...
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Trila: I agree. But that's a huge rip. Where is the rest of it?

ACTION:: THe ship slows as the grid is nearly complete for the region::

<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Possibly. But that still leaves us with the question of who would have the technology to do this? And why wouldn't the Republic stop them if they did have it?
<Pilot> All: OK, now where?
<Kahlan> Pilot: Anyplace we can go from here that we won't get shot?

@ACTION:: The object fills the view, but the shuttle does not slow down. Instead it shifts course slightly to come around the sphere end of the object::

<Pilot> All: That could be just about anywhere. Do we need to do a grid over the ocean, or go past that?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::raises her eyebrows and looks at Ian:: Ian: Looks like we're going to find out what's in there....
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: I don't know if I want to.
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears the pilot:: Pilot: The ocean? :: thinks out loud:: That would be a place someone would be safe from the storms...
<Kahlan> ::looks at Brask and shrugs:: Brask: What do you think? That much water can be a big influence on climate..

@ACTION:: The object, though it fills their view, seems to show no signs of activity or life. Scans pick up no energy signatures anywhere on it. However, an energy reading is coming from the other side.::

<Kahlan> Brask: That too.
<Kahlan> Pilot: Let's do the ocean next.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::tilts her head to one side:: Ian: Well if you have any ideas on how to stop this.... we could always try to shoot at it. If this thing is what's pulling us... if we destroy or disable it... perhaps this will stop us
<Brask_Key`far> Pilot: Fly as low as is safely possible.
<Pilot> ::nods:: Kalhan: The ocean it is then. :: banks to the right and shifts the course towards the ocean, just past the Commodore's region::

ACTION:: The ship dips as it passes the last of the city's buildings and coasts low over the breaking waves of the ocean below. The Commodore's ships break off at the coastline and return to their region::

<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to one of the sensor stations and starts running some deep scans of the ocean below::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: I don't think weapons will help. That much magnetism could prove suicidal when firing weapons on it. It would be like firing on ourselves. ::sees the scans:: A massive power reading, just around this portion of this, whatever it is.
<Kahlan> ::sits next to Brask, watching::

ACTION:: Brask's scans pick up more pieces of debris, similar to that found in orbit and scattered in the other regions ::

<Brask_Key`far> :: thinks for a moment before switching to scan for energy readings::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: I think we're going to get our answers here....

@ACTION:: The shuttle is pulled around the sphere finally and slows down, shifting course once more towards another object that fills their view. This object is a pointed object, similar in shape to a Star Destroyer, but on a much much larger scale. It is lit up by internal lighting, along with several search lights scanning around it. Smaller ships fly over it's surface at a very fast pace, but seem to ignore the shuttle's presence, for the moment.::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::feels her expression drop:: Ian: Oh... this isn't good....
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: You have a way with words, don't you? ::studies what he is seeing::

ACTION:: Switching the scans shows nothing new to Brask::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and looks to the c0ckpit:: Pilot: Do you know where the nearest scientific or military research center is?
<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Brask: What are you thinking?
<Trila_Solahn> @ Ian: Well so far they don't notice us... which is a good thing....
<Pilot> Brask: Nearest? That would have been the region we just scanned.
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Well, perhaps there is something more we can find out about this debris, :: motions to the sample he brought back:: if we had the right equipment. :: hears the pilot and shakes his head:: Pilot: Besides the Commodore's territory, we need to find one that is still standing.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: We could be just too small to worry them. Look at the size of that thing. I'm guessing that it did the damage we saw on that other huge thing.
<Pilot> Brask: If we don't go across the ocean, it would be one of the Field Marshall's bases
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: blinks:: Ian: You think so? You'd think there'd be damage to the ship if that was the case...
<Brask_Key`far> Pilot: What is across the ocean?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Which ship? Both could be ships. Though I have never seen a ship the size of either of these.
<Pilot> It's one of the neutral provinces. They are very peaceful. Almost too peaceful. They might have a small facility, but they do mostly agriculture.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::shakes her head:: Ian: The Star Destroyer looking one there... :: points:: If that crashed into the other end of this thing... you'd think it would be torn up a bit....
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and turns to Kahlan:: Kahlan: I suggest we go there and see if they have the equipment we need. :: leans in and whispers so only she can hear:: Instead of allowing the Field Marshall to see what we find out, if anything.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks over the ship Trila is referring to:: Trila: I don't think it crashed into it. ::looks even more:: I can't see any super weapons either. There has to be something.
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: I agree.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Pilot: Continue the grid of the ocean, and take us to the neutral province.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: Yeah, it's pretty odd isn't it? I guess we'll have to see if this thing lands... ::looks at him:: We should probably get our blasters just in case....

@ACTION:: They can't see much more than what is in front of them anymore, as the object pulling the shuttle draws it into one of the many bays that line the side of the ship::

<Trila_Solahn> @ Self: Heeere we gooo.... ::quietly::
<Pilot> Brask: I don't think we will have the time to grid the entire ocean, but we could go straight to the province and start a grid there. I'll call ahead to let them know we are coming. They get crazy if they don't know and we just show up. ::changes course to do so::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Pilot: That will be fine. :: turns to Kahlan to get her ok on it::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: I suppose he's right.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::gets out of his seat and heads for the lockers in the back:: Trila: I saw a few blaster pistols back here in the survival packs.
<Pilot> ::calls ahead and gets the message across of why they are coming to do scans:: Both: Well, we have a go, but they say that there probably won't be much to find there. They say that they have only experienced the great storms, but no debris, as reported in other regions.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::lets the ship land itself as she heads back to the lockers with Ian:: Ian: I hope these guys are on our side....
<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Brask: Now that's even odder..

ACTION:: It takes at least an hour of straight flying before the ship reaches the opposite coast of the ocean, so they have time::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Hard to say, but be prepared. You are well versed in hand to hand combat, correct?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: Yes it is. :: turns to look at the debris sample he collected::

@ACTION:: The object that has dragged them lets go, and tractor beams grab the shuttle, giving those inside a slight shake::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smirks at him with a knowing smile:: Ian: Just a little...
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::lurches forward and tries to catch herself on the locker::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::grabs the locker more tightly to stablize himself:: Trila: Looks like our little friend has given us up to them.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks at him and secures her blaster:: Ian: Let's go meet our captors then.... ::heads for the door::

@ACTION:: They can feel the shuttle set down, but still held into place, since the landing cycle for the shuttle has not been activated for the gear to drop::

<Pilot> ::checks his readings ahead and calls ahead again, taking up a few minutes:: All: Well, they weren't kidding. There's a storm brewing over the mainland and it should be close to where we are landing, when we get there.
<Kahlan> Pilot: Well that should be fun...
<Brask_Key`far> Pilot: Will we beat it there?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Let's sit tight and see what they have in mind, first. ::holsters his blaster, but prefers his own::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and heads back to the c0ckpit, sitting at the controls and preparing the landing sequence and preparing to power down once they've landed::
<Pilot> Brask: It will be close, but we should be set down by the time it hits. ::checks readings again:: Not like the storms I've seen. Smaller and... well, different.
<Brask_Key`far> Pilot: Different how?

@ACTION:: The shuttle's systems allow the gear to drop and set down, but total shutdown is not allowed, as the main computer has been accessed externally::

<Pilot> ::shrugs:: Brask: Just different readings than what I'm used to. Shouldn't be anything to worry about.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Pilot: Good. Do whatever you have to to get us there before the storm hits, we don't have time to wait it out.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::leans over his seat to check the console and look out the viewport:: Trila: It seems a bit quiet.
<Pilot> Brask: Will do.
<Kahlan> :: punches up the readings on the storm on a console next to Brask's, looking them over::

ACTION:: The storm looks to be full of electrical anomalies and magnetic disturbances, mixed with the usual high winds and rain torrents::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: Doesn't it? You don't think they're waiting on us do you?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::shakes his head:: Trila: No, they are accessing our shuttle's computer. They will come for us once that is done.
<Kahlan> Brask: I don't know much about storms, so I'm not sure what to think of this. ::shrugs::

@ACTION:: Sounds of loud thuds outside the shuttle can be heard. When they look, they can see a squad of large armed troops entering the bay. They look like a mix between a droid and a reptilian race::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::frowns:: Ian: How about we don't give them anything to find? ::heads to the back to see if there is an escape hatch::
<Brask_Key`far> :: leans over her shoulder to look over the readings nodding:: Kahlan: That looks like an electromagnetic storm. An uncommon phenomena.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks back to her:: Trila: What do you mean?
<Trila_Solahn> @ Ian: There should be an escape hatch back here...
<Kahlan> ::shrugs:: Brask: But not necessarily evidence of anything...

ACTION:: The ship approaches the coast and not far ahead is a strange set of bubbly dark clouds with flashes of light running through them::

<Pilot> All: Buckle up, this could get rough. :: banks to correct the course to head for the landing area::
<Kahlan> :: buckles herself into her seat::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Escape to where? ::looks around:: If you don't want to be found, hiding should be better. But where?
<Brask_Key`far> :: holds onto the sensor station::
<Pilot> ::comes in low, as he approaches the landing site. Feels the controls get mushy:: All: Oh, this is not nice.
<Trila_Solahn> @ Ian: Well, if we get out of here, we'll be able to search the ship... but.... we could hide in the cargo space....

ACTION:: The storm drops onto them just before they can land. A bolt of energy from the clouds strikes the ship, causing systems to blank out briefly. The pilot manages to set the ship down, but systems die soon after::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Trila: Cargo space it is, then. We can't know what is out there and if we will even get the chance to search the ship. ::heads for the cargo access door::
<Kahlan> Brask: Well. Looks like we might have a problem getting back
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes and falls out of his chair as the energy hits the ship, laying flat on the floor::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::follows Ian and heads into the cargo area with him::
<Pilot> ::sighs and gets out of his seat, noticing Brask on the floor:: Kahlan: What happened to him?
<Kahlan> ::unfastens her belt and kneels on the floor next to Brask:: Pilot: I don't know. When the energy bolt hit he just shook and fell over.
<Pilot> ::kneels down to help Kahlan, even though he doesn't have to::

@ACTION:: The hatch to the shuttle opens and one of the troops squeezes inside, weapon at the ready. Meanwhile, both Trila and Ian are squeezed together in the close quarters of the small cargo hold::

<Brask_Key`far> :: suddenly opens his eyes quickly, looking at both Kahlan and the Pilot before grabbing the Pilot by the throat and standing, attempting to pick the man up and hold him against the wall:: Pilot: What did you do?! :: his voice slightly deeper than usual::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::can't see her in the dark, but feels her:: Trila: Yes, that is a blaster.
<Kahlan> Brask: Stop! He didn't do anything!
<Pilot> ::kicks and spits out something, but it can't be understood::
<Kahlan> Brask: Let him down!
<Brask_Key`far> :: drops the pilot harshly and moves to the c0ckpit, checking sensors::
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask, totally confused::
<Pilot> ::grasps his neck choking to breathe again::

ACTION:: Another bolt of energy hits the ship, causing Brask another episode of shakes, as he falls to the deck::

%$%$% END EPISODE EIGHT %$%$%


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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Nine

EPISODE NINE:
It has been half and hour and Brask is now awake, with very little memory of what had happened after the first bolt of energy hit the ship. Kahlan and Mike Talbet, the pilot, remembers very well, though.
Meanwhile, Trila and Ian are about to exit the cargo hold of the shuttle, since all sounds of movement in the shuttle has ceased. They had hidden there as soon as they were brought aboard the huge ship by the magnetic debris. The cramped quarters made the time seem excruciatingly long to them. Getting out of the hold could be a relief. Unknown to them, however, the troops are still outside the shuttle, guarding it. Scans of the shuttle had shown them the two occupants aboard, and they are just waiting for them to exit.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE NINE %$%$%

<Kahlan> ::is kneeling next to Brask where he dropped:: Brask: Are you all right?
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around and sits up:: Kahlan: I'm fine. :: smiles:: What happened?
<Mike_Talbet> ::standing against the outside of the ship, still rubbing his neck::
<Kahlan> Brask: Electricity hit the ship and you just shook and fell over.
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow:: Kahlan: Really? :: thinks:: Perhaps I was too close to a power conduit and caught some of the surge.

ACTION:: The majority of the storm has passed, leaving a slight drizzle mixed with the sun's rays, causing small rainbows dancing around here and there.::

<Kahlan> ::frowns, looking over the data from some of the scans she took:: Brask: I'm not so sure, but I think we should talk about it alone sometime...
<Mike_Talbet> ::wipes his wet face with the back of his hand:: Self: I don't know if this is worth all of this. ::looks around to see where the people are at, but sees no one.::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around:: Kahlan: Where is the pilot?
<Kahlan> Brask: He went outside to look around.
<Mike_Talbet> ::takes in a lung full fresh air::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and stands, dusting himself off:: Kahlan: That is probably a good idea. :: motions to the door:: After you. :: smiles::
<Kahlan> ::nods and looks him over again, still a little confused, then leaves the shuttle and looks around::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows Kahlan, turning to Mike once he is outside:: Talbet: Spot anything?

ACTION:: The drizzle begins to break up and the sun is beginning to set out across the ocean, leaving an orangish hue on everything::

<Mike_Talbet> Kahlan: Nothing yet. I guess these people are skittish of these storms. Can't say I blame them.
<Kahlan> ::looks out at the sunset:: Both: Well it looks nice now anyway.
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows Kahlan's gaze and nods:: Kahlan: Yes, it does.
<Mike_Talbet> :: pushes himself away from the ship:: Both: If you want to have a look around and do a little scanning, be my guest. I'm going to work on this ship and get the bugs worked out.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Talbet: A good plan.
<Kahlan> ::nods, privately wondering where in the world to start::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::whispers to Ian:: Ian: You think it's safe to go out now? I don't hear any movement.
<Brask_Key`far> Talbet: Good luck with the repairs. We'll call if we need assistance. :: pats Mike on the shoulder::
<Mike_Talbet> ::nods and waves to them before heading back inside for his tools::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::shifts himself to try to get comfortable:: Trila: You are welcome to get out, if you like. I think we can leave this hiding spot and look for something else.
<Kahlan> Brask: So...any idea where we should start?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods and shifts her weight, reaching for the compartment latch to open the cargo door::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around:: Kahlan: Well, the ocean is that way. :: points to it:: So perhaps we should go the opposite direction. :: reenters the shuttle to look for scanning equipment::

@ACTION:: Fresher air pours into the cargo hold, giving some relief::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: pulls himself out of the tight spot:: Trila: Let's keep our voices down, just in case.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::takes a deep breath of fresh air and relishes it, wiping the sweat from the back of her neck as she nods to him:: Ian: You think these guys are responsible for what's going on? ::said in barely and audible whisper::
<Kahlan> ::rolls her eyes and follows him:: Brask: No kidding? It's a big place Brask. ::laughs:: It will take us forever if we scan everything. I wish we had a clue what we were looking for.
<Mike_Talbet> ::checks systems diagnostics before digging into repairs, and finds that there are only a few burnt out relays and junction boxes:: Self: Not so bad.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::shrugs:: Trila: Anything is possible. I don't think what's happening on Critini is on purpose, if it was these guys.
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Anything out of the ordinary should be a good start. :: finds some scanners and hands one to Kahlan::
<Kahlan> ::nods and takes the scanner:: Brask: Of course, but if we knew more about it we might know where we'd most likely find it. As it is, it seems like searching for a single credit chit in the snowdrifts of Hoth.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::raises her eyebrows:: Ian: Really? But the war on the surface... you don't think the two are interlinked somehow?
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs and takes a scanner himself, moving to exit the shuttle once again:: Kahlan: Have to start somewhere.
<Kahlan> ::nods and walks out of the shuttle behind him::
<Mike_Talbet> ::grabs his tools and heads outside to remove panels::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::rubs his chin:: Trila: From what I noticed so far, I'd say not. I could be wrong.
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to face away from the ocean and starts in that direction:: Kahlan: I hope the inhabitants of this area are more peaceful than the ones we have encountered so far.
<Kahlan> ::laughs a bit uneasily:: Brask: Yea...me too.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: I guess we'll both find out soon enough.... ::looks around the inside of the shuttle to make sure no one is around before peering outside::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::settles into a seat and thinks of what to do next::
<Brask_Key`far> :: glances back over his shoulder to see when Mike is out of ear shot:: Kahlan: I am sorry for the way I acted before. I just do not understand how you can consider one life more valuable than others.
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: peers curiously out one of the windows to see if she can see anything or any of the aliens around::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: I know. And trust me, I wish we could have helped them. Sometimes a doctor has to make the hard choice to save the ones she can. It's never easy.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: I understand that. It's just that my going back wouldn't have slowed you down from helping the Commodore. There was no down side in that regard.
<Kahlan> ::shrugs:: Brask: In the end, it would have hurt the team. You know Ian never would have let you go back. He would have stopped you if I hadn't.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks ahead, speaking quietly:: Kahlan: You mean he would have 'tried'.
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Brask: I succeeded where he would have failed? Now that doesn't seem right somehow.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::turns back to look at Ian:: Ian: I don't see anyone near the shuttle from here.... ::nods:: There are a couple near the exits though... think we can handle them?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::still sitting down:: Trila: Describe them? Weapons, size, what they have on... that sort of thing.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns:: Kahlan: You only succeeded because I hesitated. I'm still not sure why I did that. I should have just acted. It was the right choice.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::scowls down at him:: Ian: Why? Why don't you get up off your @ss and come see for yourself? You'll only have to move a few feet.... it's not gonna kill ya
<Kahlan> ::shrugs:: Brask: It is over now, and can not be changed. If we can solve this mystery we will save thousands of lives.
<Mike_Talbet> ::sets up lighting at each of the work points, so that he can see what he is doing:: Self: This could be a long night.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, smiling slightly:: Kahlan: You're right. :: looks around:: It seems we are alone now, what was it you wanted to talk about?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: still not looking up to her:: Trila: You have a problem describing what you saw?
<Kahlan> ::sighs:: Brask: I'm not quite sure how to say this. But besides punching holes in shuttle walls and not showing up on scanners, something odd showed up in my medical scans after you collapsed too.
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow again:: Kahlan: Oh?
<Mike_Talbet> :: begins working at the first panel, replacing one of the relays::
<Kahlan> Brask: Something is not right Brask. The shock knocked you completely out, but the scans seemed like there was nothing wrong. What are you?
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and stops walking, turning to face her:: Kahlan: What do you mean?
<Trila_Solahn> @ Ian: Nope, but how am I supposed to know what you deem dangerous? Our views could be totally different....
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::gets out of his seat and steps past Trila to see the troops she spoke of:: Trila: No. ::moves back to his seat and sits down again::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: blinks:: Ian: No what?
<Kahlan> Brask: A life form would have shown up on the scan when you were gettin the sample. Any average living species would have had damage from a shock so bad. I have never seen someone break a shuttle wall and not their hand. And you carry me everywhere without effort.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: You asked if I thought we could handle them. No. :: pats the blaster he got from the survival gear:: Not with these.
<Trila_Solahn> @Ian: Well then looks like we're gonna have to get something a little tougher then.... ::folds her arms and scowls down at him:: I'm open to any suggestions you might have...
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs:: Kahlan: I can think of several explanations for all of those events.
<Kahlan> Brask: And the blaster bolts that never hurt you? How about those?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks up and then over to the control panel:: Trila: You think you can get sheilds and weapons working on this thing? :: points above him to the turret::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns, moving his hand to one of the many burn marks from past blaster wounds:: Kahlan: It has always been that way. Is that not normal?
<Mike_Talbet> ::replaces the panel after finishing his work, and takes the lighting with him to the next maintenance point::
<Kahlan> ::laughs and shakes her head:: Brask: Not at all. You saw what it did to my leg.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smirks:: Ian: If there's a way to do it... I will....
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs:: Kahlan: Well, you are Zeltron. We are different species.
<Kahlan> Brask: Umm...I have seen a lot of species in my time, and I have never once seen anyone shrug off a blaster bolt. Brask, there is something odd about you.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Good. Let me know when those systems are ready. We won't have much time to use them, and get out to grab those heavier weapons for ourselves. Oh, and forget the other systems. ::gets up and climbs into the turret::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: begins working at the console in front of her, switching on the shuttle's main drive to activate the sheilds and weapons::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns again:: Kahlan: I don't understand what you are getting at. :: takes a step back::
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head:: Brask: Please don't do that. I didn't say it was bad, and I don't want to make you angry. I just think there is something more to you. Apparently something not even you know about.

@ACTION:: The power routing for the shuttle is completed, but not activated, since Ian never told her to activate the systems, but just to let him know when she was ready. Right?::

<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Kahlan: How could I be that different? Perhaps there is an explanation in the history of the Bothan Race somewhere.
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: does what she can to get everything ready and looks up at Ian:: Ian: Standing by....
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::targets the two troops at the exit, and looks around to see if there are more anywhere else.::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: doesn't see anyone else:: Trila: Light her up, and be ready to ditch through the hatch. ::focuses on the targets and waits for the weapons to come online::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: Online! :: powers up the weapons and sheilds::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::fires at the target and jumps out of the turret:: Trila: Let's go!
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head:: Brask: I'm not sure, but from what I know of flesh, blood, and bone, from any species, I think something is different about you. If you'd like, I'll be happy to help you find out more.

@ACTION:: The troops are slammed into the wall by the force of the shuttle's weapons and fall to the deck, unconscious, but still alive::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::moves quickly and heads out of the shuttle's hatch, running toward the troops, taking their weapons::
<Brask_Key`far> :: is silent for several moments but nods slowly:: Kahlan: Thank you. But first we should continue the investigation. :: starts off in the direction he was heading earlier::
<Kahlan> ::nods and walks with him:: Brask: Of course. Hey...whatever it is, it won't change anything you know. You're still my friend.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and smiles::

@ACTION:: As they both exit the shuttle, they are immediately stunned by the two troops standing on either side of the hatch. ::

<Kahlan> :: points her scanner toward some of the buildings near the docks and watches the readout::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::falls slumped to the deck::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::sprawls off face down to the deck::
<Kahlan> Brask: I'm not getting anything odd. How about you?
<Brask_Key`far> :: randomly scans different areas as well as he walks along:: Kahlan: Nothing.
<Kahlan> Brask: See? I told you... A credit chit on Hoth.

@ACTION:: The troops pick each one up with one hand by the collar and carries them out the exit, pushing the hurt troops out of the way with their feet::

<Mike_Talbet> ::replaces another panel after finishing his work, and takes the lighting with him to the next maintenance point:: Self: This is just tedious now. ::sets to his work::

@ACTION:: An hour later, both Trila and Ian awake in clear holding cells next to each other, stripped down to bare skin::

<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: We will find something eventually.

ACTION:: Suddenly a single life form gets picked up on scans. It's near one of the far warehouses on the edge where the warehouse district meets the residential area::

<Brask_Key`far> :: looks at his scanner and points:: Kahlan: Life form. Let's see who it is. :: turns and heads in that direction::
<Kahlan> ::nods and follows him::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::feels the coldness of the cell and notices it is clear. He can see Trila on the other side of a wall and then looks down at himself:: Self: Oh great.

ACTION:: As they get closer to the life form, more are detected inside the residential area, and moving about::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::groans slightly and shivers. She feels unaturally chilled in certain parts of her anatomy and wonders why. It's when she opens her eyes and sits up and looks that she has her answer. Closing her eyes she sighs, then gets sight of Ian and feels a small grin come to her face. She looks him up and down and then starts to giggle::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: You find our situation humorous? ::looks around his tiny cell for a way out::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks at the readings again:: Kahlan: Looks like it could be lots of people. :: quickens his pace slightly::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::still giggling:: Ian: No... I find YOU humourous.... ::looks at him again and laughs as she gets to her feet, apparently unbothered by her bareness::
<Mike_Talbet> ::replaces the last panel and gathers the lighting and tools, after tossing the dead parts to the landing pad below::
<Kahlan> ::speeds up as well::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::shrugs, still looking around:: Trila: You do? Seems odd that you would find me humorous. I did nothing funny.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smirks and shakes her head:: Ian: Never mind...

@ACTION:: A door slides open and in walks a heavily armed guard followed by a smaller but similar being::

ACTION:: The life forms seem to be gathering at a point two blocks in the residential area. One life form seems to fade at that spot::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::turns to look at who has entered::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns as he watches the readings, speeding up once more::
<Kahlan> Brask: This might be a bad idea...
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::leans against the wall and looks at who entered as she folds her arms nonchalantly::
<Tytop> @ ::motions for the guard to stand to the side and moves to Trila's cell first and looks her over, before going to Ian's cell and doing the same. Then he speaks a strange language, before pressing a button on the cuff of his sleeve:: Both: What are you... creatures?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks to Trila as if wondering if she will speak up::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::raises an eyebrow and looks at Ia before looking back at Tytop:: Tytop: We could ask the same thing of you. We're called Humans..... and you are?
<Mike_Talbet> ::takes everything inside the ship and stows it before running new diagnostics::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks to Trila and then to Tytop::
<Tytop> @ ::moves closer to her cell:: Trila: You are different from this other one. Very strange indeed. ::moves back:: We are Regtellians, if you need to know. ::looks them over closely:: Yes, very odd.
<Mike_Talbet> ::sees that the ship is in good working order and tests all of the systems::
<Trila_Solahn> ::shrugs and pushes off from the wall:: @Tytop: Physically yes, we are very different. He is the male of my species... I am the female....

ACTION:: As they get into the residential area, the life forms begin to move away together, leaving the faded life form behind::

<Kahlan> ::hurries over to the faded life form::
<Tytop> @ ::squints at her:: Trila: Male? Female? I do not understand. ::turns to the guard:: Guard: Bring in our biologists. I think they will need to disect these... Humans.
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows Kahlan, right on her heels::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::frowns:: Tytop: Why do you need to do that? If you do that, you can easily kill us... then what good are we to you then?

ACTION:: As Kahlan comes to the life form, she sees that it is a child... or was. It had been torn apart and eaten partially::

<Kahlan> ::makes a strangled sound and a horrible face, spinning around to bury her face in Brask's chest::
<Tytop> @ ::watches the guard leave and turns back to her:: Trila: You are of no use to me. I only came here to see you for myself. And to see if you were a threat to us. Clearly not.
<Brask_Key`far> :: hugs Kahlan tightly, looking around for whatever did this::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks to Trila as if signalling for her to stay quiet::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smiles:: Tytop: Well, that's good. You don't need us so you can let us go then..... ::glances at Ian::

ACTION:: Without warning, the comlinks of Brask and Kahlan come alive. It's Mike telling them that he is finished and ready to get in the air again::

<Brask_Key`far> :: grabs his commlink and shuts it off quickly::
<Kahlan> :: does the same, but then looks up at Brask, still not stepping away:: Brask: Should we go back?
<Tytop> @ ::shakes his head:: Trila: Your disection will tell us more about you humans, for if we ever come across your kind again.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::shrugs:: Tytop: Well, okay... but don't be offended if we try to defend ourselves... I was quite content with telling you anything about our anatomy that you wanted to know....
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::taps on his cell wall:: Tytop: Hey, Scales. Yeah, over here.
<Tytop> @ ::looks to Ian and moves to his cell:: Ian: What do you want, Male?
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around again, checking the scanner for life form readings:: Kahlan: It could already be too late.
<Kahlan> Brask: What do you mean?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::leans in close:: Tytop: You don't want to listen to that one. The females are usually insane and know nothing about what they say. ::looks over to Trila and back to Tytop:: I could tell you a few things that would be of great benefit to your people. You obviously have great power and are in the process of creating a massive empire, am I wrong?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::scowls and folds her arms, somehow not trusting what Ian could be telling him::
<Tytop> @ ::looks at Trila and back to Ian:: Ian: Yes, you are right. We have a huge empire and we are expanding. But what could you tell us that we don't already know?

ACTION:: Brask's scans show the life forms changing directions and splitting up. New life forms are showing up, but moving away fast, while the original life forms begin to spread out around the area::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns:: Kahlan: It looks like whatever did this is spreading out in this area.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::stands back and smiles:: Tytop: Our kind is just a small portion of this vast galaxy. I could tell you what you will be facing from this point on. I've travelled far distances and know a great deal.
<Kahlan> ::looks around:: Brask: Spreading out? As in, surrounding us?
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Kahlan: I don't think they notice us, they could just be checking the area.
<Tytop> @ ::thinks a moment:: Ian: You mean that you would be willing to be a navigation scout for us? You would be willing to do such a thing? ::squints his eyes:: If this is true, we could conquer the galaxy much more quickly. ::his retillian eyes seem to light up::
<Kahlan> Brask: Then maybe we ought to try to slip through before they do find us
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: But do we head back? Or continue the investigation and try to find people?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks to Trila and back to Tytop:: Tytop: So call off your biologist and get us some clothing. We will do what we can to help your empire.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::slowly makes her way over to the pair, pretending to be looking around::
<Tytop> @ ::eyes Trila:: Ian: Why do we need the female? She is insane. You said so yourself.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::jaw drops as she eyes Ian:: Ian: You told him I was what???
<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Brask: I don't know. I'm not sure I want to run into the creatures who did this, but maybe we should try to get more information about them...
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Tytop: I need her. If I don't have her, then I won't be of help to you. ::leans in closer again:: You could be famous. Even lead the forces that conquer the galaxy. What do you say?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: And possibly save their next victim from a similar fate. :: looks to the corpse::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::feels her fist ball up at her side as she glares at Ian. For the moment she holds her tongue because she knows he's plotting something::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: That would be nice, but I doubt we can kill them all. I'd settle for knowing what they are and reporting it to some kind of military around here.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and checks his readings again, picking a cluster of the life forms that is the smallest and heading that way:: Kahlan: Be ready to run if need be.
<Tytop> @ ::waves Trila back:: Ian: Yes, you have a point. I could be the next emperor, if the option is ever available to me. ::thinks a moment:: It will be done. And if you do not prove to be of use to me, I will personally destroy you and the female... slowly. ::walks to the door and exits::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: No need to tell me that twice. ::follows him::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks over to Trila's naked form:: Trila: I just saved your life. ::rubs his knuckles against his chest:: No need to thank me.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::stares daggers through the wall at Ian:: Ian: You are SO lucky that I can't get at you... ::fist clenches again::

ACTION:: The life forms shift and gather again, heading for Brask and Kahlan's position::

<Kahlan> ::looks at the forms on her scanner:: Brask: I think we have a problem
<Brask_Key`far> :: notices the readings and frowns:: Kahlan: They obviously have very accute senses.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::smiles:: Trila: Yes, I am. You aren't my type.
<Kahlan> Brask: Do you think we can slip past them before they surround us completely?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks him up and down:: Ian: Don't flatter yourself hot-shot! You wouldn't be so lucky! ::looks down and smirks sarcastically:: So are you really that cold or is that natural for you? ::walks to the opposite wall furthest from him and sits on the floor, drawing her knees up to her chest with her back to him::
<Brask_Key`far> :: checks the readings again to look for a gap::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::shakes his head:: Trila: Insults will get you nowhere. Especially since I can have them change their mind about you in an instant. Don't think I won't either.

ACTION:: There is a narrow gap off to the left and a block away, but it is closing fast::

<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't bother saying anything, simply scoops Kahlan up and takes off to the left, running as fast as he can::
<Kahlan> ::holds on::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::leans against the cold wall, watching the door::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::laughs out loud:: Ian: Oh are you threatening me now? ::turns her head and looks back at him:: Really Ian, you can do better than that. You need me to pull this off... I'm no good to you dead...

ACTION:: As Brask reaches the gap, several creatures drop from the buildings and scurry towards him, while others scamper down the streets on either side of him, nearly catching up to him. They are surrounded::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns, setting Kahlan down::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: doesn't look at her:: Trila: I need you why?
<Kahlan> Brask: Now what?
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around at the creatures:: Kahlan: I'm not sure.

ACTION:: The rat-like creatures, each about the size of a collie, continue towards them and jump onto Brask and Kahlan, teeth cutting into their flesh as they knock them down::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::is too stubborn to respond as she mutters:: Ian: You tell me... you told lizard breath you did... ::leans her chin to her wrists, wondering what Simon would do if he were here now. Smiling as she thinks of how he'd pummel Ian for insulting her:::
<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't bother with the ones attacking him at the moment and focuses on keeping them off of Kahlan::

ACTION:: A noise can be heard approaching, just over the tops of the buildings. It's humming noise frightens the creatures, except for a few that seem to want to fight Brask for Kahlan's flesh.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to attack any rat that comes too close to Kahlan::

ACTION:: A strong light shines down from above them, blinding the creatures just before they scurry off, leaving Brask and Kahlan in the spotlight. It turns out Mike was a bit impatient to get underway.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: offers his hand to help Kahlan up:: Kahlan: Are you alright?
<Mike_Talbet> ::sees the two of them, and lowers a rope ladder from the hatch to them::
<Kahlan> ::takes his hand and stands up, looking over her wounds:: Brask: I think so. And it looks as if the calvary has arrived. How about you? Are you all right?
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks down at himself and nods:: Kahlan: I'm fine. :: lifts her up towards the rope ladder::

@ACTION:: The door slides open again, and a guard drops something that looks like clothing on the floor, before leaving. Once the door closes, the cell walls begin to lift up, allowing the two to be free in the room::

<Kahlan> ::grabs the ladder and climbs up into the shuttle::
<Kahlan> Mike: How nice to see you. You have wonderful timing.
<Brask_Key`far> :: climbs the ladder behind Kahlan::
<Mike_Talbet> ::nods:: Both: Next time answer your comlinks. ::walks back to the controls::

%$%$% END EPISODE NINE %$%$%$

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Ten

EPISODE TEN:
Mike Talbet has taken Kahlan and Brask to the scientific facility of the province. As they leave the ship, they are met by the facility manager and two security guards.
Meanwhile, Ian and Trila are dressed in loose fitting clothing, provided by the Regtellians. The clothes look like pajamas with two simple side pockets in the pants and the shirts are short sleeve and collarless. The greyish brown material has the rough feeling of burlap, which may make them itch.
So far, no one has come to get them, since they got dressed. They have been able to do nothing but wait and talk to each other, if they really wanted to.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE TEN %$%$%

<Kahlan> ::smiles at the men waiting to meet them::
<Brask_Key`far> :: steps up to the Manager, extending his hand, palm down in greeting:: Manager: Yaa-yaah. Nice to meet you.
<Heplan> ::leans to the guards:: Guards: Be careful. There's been a lot of strange things happening since the storms started coming.
<Mike Talbet>: :: Shrugs lightly, wishing he could stay with his ship. ::
<Heplan> ::smiles to them:: All: Welcome. What brings you here? :: doesn't extend his hand::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks to Kahlan, since she's in charge::
<Kahlan> ::smiles again:: Heplan: Why...our pilot brought us here.
<Heplan> ::frowns, not getting the joke:: Kahlan: I am Dr. Heplan. Facility Manager here. How can I help you?
<Kahlan> ::shrugs:: Heplan: We are part of a team trying to determine the cause of the storms raging across the planet. We have a piece of debris that we would like to analyze.
<Heplan> ::interested:: Kahlan: Debris? How will that explain these storms? We have had no debris here, except a few buildings experiencing damage.
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns and heads back inside the ship to get the debris sample::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Heplan: Other parts of the planet have had debris falling, and we are hopeful that a thorough scan might answer some questions. Elsewhere there is much more damage, so we came here, knowing you have a facility like we need.
<Heplan> ::nods:: Kahlan: I see. How large is this debris?
<Brask_Key`far> :: picks up the sample and exits the ship again::
<Kahlan> ::smiles as she hears Brask coming back:: Heplan: That is it. ::gestures toward the debris Brask carries::
<Heplan> ::sees the large piece of debris Brask is carrying:: Kahlan: That's it. I believe we can help you. Do you know what sort of scans you need to perform? ::turns and motions to the guards to head back inside::
<Kahlan> Heplan: We have no idea what we are searching for. Any type of scan we can do would potentially be helpful
<Heplan> ::nods:: All: Come then. We will see what we can find. ::leads them inside::
<Kahlan> ::follows::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, waiting for Kahlan to go first before following her with the sample::
<Mike Talbet> Kahlan: Can we get this done as fast as possible? I need to report in sometime within my lifetime.
<Heplan> ::leads them to one of the labs and clears a place on a table for the debris:::: All: There you go. ::motions around the lab:: There are scanner attachments for the main scanner. Just ask one of the attendants to change for whatever you wish to use.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, setting the sample down on the table:: Heplan: Thank you.
<Kahlan> ::gives Mike a look:: Mike: No. I thought I'd stall and take twenty years. ::grins at him:: I have no idea how long this will take. You can send your report while we're here if you need to.
<Kahlan> ::nods at Heplan:: Heplan: Thank you
<Mike Talbet> Kahlan: I report in person, Miss.
<Heplan> ::smiles:: Mike: There is a communications station two dorrs down, if you need to send a report. ::looks at the debris:: If they have to do a thorough scan, it could take several hours.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks to Kahlan:: Kahlan: Shall we begin?
<Heplan> ::::leaves the lab and instructs an attendant to stay with them.::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: You know more about scanning non-living things than I do, so have at it.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: As you wish. :: moves to the main scanner, looking it over::

@ACTION:: Tytop enters the room, and looks to each of them, then leaves. Minutes later, a guard returns and tosses their clothing back to them. There are everal rips and tears in them, but they are still wearable::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::still sitting on the floor, but has shifted her position to sitting with her legs folded. Looks at the heap on the floor and perks up, scambling to it to pick out her clothes::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: grabs his clothes and checks them out before changing into them:: Trila: You know, this is only temporary, right?
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves the scanner attachments into position over the sample and starts the scan::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: picks up her top and pants and looks at him, frowning at the tears and muttering to herself:: Ian: What is only temporary?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: pulls on his clothes, straightening them out:: Self: Hmm, they took some of my secret stashes. ::nods to himself before going to the door:: Trila: Your hatred for me.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks at him and laughs sarcastically before yanking off the other clothes and putting back on her own:: Ian: No... nope... I'm pretty sure it's permanent.... ::eyes him carefully as she zips up the front of her pants before tugging on her boots:: Unless you plan on apologizing...
<Mike Talbet> ::Taps his foot impatciently. ::
<Kahlan> ::watches the readouts as Brask scans the debris::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: looks back to her and moves to pick up the clothing they were forced to wear and puts it over their heads as he moves in really close to Trila and whispers in her ear:: Trila: Listen. The plan is simple. We gain their trust and then find a way off this ship, after disabling any way for them to fire on us or chase us. Most of that isn't easy, but we need to do that. Whatever I have said recently is to keep you from getting killed.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::still whispering:: Trila: I could care less if you hate me, but just know that we have to be calm and cool to get out of this one.

ACTION:: Initial scans show that it is metal and very dense. Type of metal is listed as unknown, thus far::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::raises her eyebrows and folds her arms looking at him:: Ian: So where's the "I'm sorry I had to insult you to do this..." part? I'm not stupid Ian... I know a plan when I see one and I can go along with anything to keep our hides safe. I just don't think you needed to be so harsh to prove it...... I'm not after brownie points with you, either...
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::walks away from him and heads to the door once she's dressed and fixes her hair a little::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods at the readouts, turning to the attendant:: Attendant: Could you switch the scanning mode please? Perhaps a deeper level scan to start with.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::still whispering:: Trila: I explained the "insult". If you rather I let them kill you, then I can tell them that I was mistaken and that you are totally sane and know what you are talking about. Otherwise, you are pretty much free to speak your mind and they won't bother you if they think you are nuts. Your choice.
<Attendant> ::removes the scanner attchment and replaces it with another one, then moves out of the way::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::turns to him, her eyes narrowing:: Ian: I never asked for an explanation, all I wanted was an apology for doing it... but that's fine... ::shrugs:: It's obvious being the bigger person is beneath you so..... ::smiles devilishly back at him:: Oh, and don't worry... I plan to fully speak my mind.... ::turns back to the door::
<Brask_Key`far> :: thanks the attendant and moves back to the scanner, repositioning it slightly and starting another scan::

@ACTION:: The door opens and a guard motions for them to exit::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::shakes his head to her and exits as the guards indicated::

ACTION:: This scan shows stress points that would seem highly unusual for material so dense, indicating that it was under extreme pressures at the time it became debris::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns in thought, turning to the attendant once more:: Attendant: Does it have a mode to scan for energy readings?
<Kahlan> :: points at the readout:: Brask: See that? I wonder if we could break it open along some of those stress points
<Attendant> ::moves and replaces the scanner attachment again::
<Guard> @ Trila: Move now!
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to Kahlan and moves back to the scanner, repositioning it again:: Kahlan: Perhaps... :: starts another scan::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks at the guard strangely and moves along as he said::

ACTION:: Trila and Ian are led through several corridors of varying sizes until they come to a double blast door. The guard opens the door and motions for them to enter.::

<Trila_Solahn> @ :: doesn't wait for Ian and heads through the door, feeling a little drafty around the upper rear thigh region and feeling a tear in her pants just below her bottom. Frowning to herself she keeps moving through the door::::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::enters the room and looks around, seeing Tytop standing next to a small console to one side of a large floor::

ACTION:: The energy scans show some residual forms of energy left over from the blast that created the stress points. In fact that is where the energy resides, within those areas.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns again at the scan:: Attendant: Do you have any cutting tools here?
 <Mike Talbet> Brask: Just shoot it and be done with it.
<Brask_Key`far> :: ignores Mike::
<Tytop> @ ::waves for them to move to him:: Both: Come, come! You need not worry.
<Kahlan> Mike: Considering the energy in there it might not be wise to shoot at it.
<Attendant> ::has been looking at the scans as well:: Brask: You think that to be wise?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::moves over to Tytop's side and looks at the console::
<Brask_Key`far> Attendant: I do not intend to break it open, simply see if I can chip away a little bit at the stress points.
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: decides to live up to her new name and looks around in wonder:: Tytop/Ian: Wow, is this where you keep all your machines?
<Tytop> @ Both: This console operates a navigation charting system that the fortress uses to get around. With your knowledge of the galaxy beyond what we have charted, you can help increase it's size.
<Attendant> ::shrugs:: Brask: I still don't believe that is wise. There are tools in the cabinets under that counter. :: points:: I'll need to inform Dr. Haplan before you continue.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks to Trila and shake his head with a sad expression on his face::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks down at the console curiously::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Attendant: Please do, and do you have a mobile blast shield, just in case?
<Tytop> @ ::sees Ian's expression and grins:: Trila: Yes, and these machines are very shiny too.
<Kahlan> Brask: Good thought...
<Attendant> ::exits the room before hearing Brask's last question::
<Brask_Key`far> :: watches the attendant leave and shrugs, moving to the cabinet and looking for cutting tools::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::runs her hands over her leather outfit and smiles:: Tytop: Hmm, I like shiny. ::looks behind Tytop's back at Ian and makes a goofy face at him and a circular motion with her finger to her temple:: Tytop: So how much of the galaxy do you have in your machine now? That looks like a lot :: points to the screen::
<Tytop> @ ::grins:: Trila: That isn't what we have charted. ::taps several buttons on the console::
<Kahlan> Brask: I know it was my idea, but are you sure this is wise?
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues looking through the cabinet:: Kahlan: We need answers one way or another. :: looks up:: However, if they do not have a blast shield I suggest the two of you wait outside. :: turns back to the cabinet::

@ACTION:: The center of the room seems to open wider and a large holographic image fills the room, with star systems and other cosmic entities showing up in their relative positions. The position of the fortress is shown at the very edge of the projection::

<Kahlan> Brask: And you? What about you?
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: walks over to the holographic projection:: Tytop: That's us... :: points to the fortress and looks at the rest of the projection, trying to figure it out::
<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't look up this time as he continues to look for the right tools:: Kahlan: I would remain in here. Someone has to make the cut.
<Kahlan> Brask: And if it explodes?
<Brask_Key`far> :: finds the right tools and takes them:: Ah, found them. :: moves to lay them on the table, waiting for the attendant:: Kahlan: Then you both will be safely outside this room. :: smiles::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: looks at the projection, not recognizing any of it:: Tytop: This could be difficult, since I have no idea where we are, compared to where I have been. None of this is familiar to me.
<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Brask: That's not what I meant and you know it
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks to her:: Kahlan: A droid may not be precise enough for this, and I will not ask a member of the staff here to do it. So, who else is there?
<Kahlan> ::sighs and nods:: Brask: You're right, but that doesn't mean I have to like it
<Attendant> ::enters the room:: All: Dr. Haplan has informed me that you will need to move the debris to a different room if you wish to operate on it.
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles:: Kahlan: I was not expecting you to. :: hears the attendant and turns, nodding and picking up the debris:: Kahlan: Could you take the tools please? :: turns towards the door:: Attendant: Lead the way.
<Kahlan> ::nods and picks up the tools::
<Tytop> @ ::stops grinning:: Both: Neither of you know any of these regions? That is a problem. I was expecting you to take us further out of this region. The inhabitants are a bit uncooperative. You may have noticed one of their outposts before you arrived.
<Attendant> ::leads them out of the room and to a lift down the corridor::
<Kahlan> ::follows the attendant to the lift::
<Mike Talbet> ::follows, quite irritated.::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows as well::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: still looks at the holographic projection curiously::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks at Ian and Tytop oddly:: Tytop/Ian: Outpost?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Tytop: I'm sure we can figure out the connection between where you have charted and where we know. ::looks to Trila:: So that was an outpost. I would never have guessed that. What happened to it?
<Attendant> ::opens the lift and enters, waiting for them to follow, before pushing the pad for the level they need::
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to the attendant:: Attendant: I assume the room we are moving to is better shielded?
<Attendant> Brask: It is the most shielded room on the whole planet. I must say that I will not be staying with you there.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Attendant: Does it have a protected observation area?
<Tytop> @ Ian: They attacked us after not acknowledging our superiority over them. We defended ourselves, showing just how superior we are to them. There were no survivors, needless to say. Half the outpost is missing. There was a second blast further out, but we think it was a self destruct that didn't operate properly.
<Attendant> Brask: No, that is why I will not be there.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Attendant: I see.

ACTION:: The lift speeds upward after the doors slide closed. Nearly twenty levels up, the lift slows and stops before going up one more level very slowly. The lift doors open again, to reveal a very heavily blast shielded room, with several large tubular extensions running out from it. Everything is made of the same material as blast doors::

<Brask_Key`far> :: steps out of the lift, looking around:: Attendant: This should do. :: looks around for a table or something::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks to Trila, nodding at Tytop's words:: Tytop: Will they be sending a retaliation force?
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask out of the lift::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: pretends that she's still looking things over as she takes it all in::
<Brask_Key`far> :: spots a large table and moves to it, setting the sample down on it:: Kahlan: Just set the tools down here please. :: smiles and turns to the attendant:: Attendant: So will the three of you have to take the lift down a floor to be safe? Or is there another section on this level you can move to?
<Kahlan> :: puts the tools next to the sample::
<Tytop> @ Ian: Possibly. We aren't worried about that. They will suffer the same fate as the outpost. ::looks at Trila: What intrigues me is how a piece of one of our projectiles managed to return, and drag you with it. Very strange. Our scientific officiers have anylized the part and discovered that it was changed during one of the blasts. ::shakes his head:: In either case, you are here and will help us conquer the rest of the galaxy.
<Attendant> All: Anyone not wanting to stay, is welcome to return with me.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to the attendant and turns to Kahlan and Mike:: Both: I suggest you go with him. :: smiles and moves to the table, looking over the tools::
<Kahlan> Brask: Are you sure?
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns back, smiling, and nods:: Kahlan: I'll be fine.
<Kahlan> ::hugs Brask quickly before turning and running back toward the lift::
<Attendant> ::looks to Mike, waiting::
<Brask_Key`far> :: watches Kahlan leave before turning back to the table, picking up one of the cutting tools and moving to the sample, waiting for everyone to leave::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods to Tytop:: Tytop: We will be sure to do our best. ::looks to Trila:: Trila: Right?
<Mike Talbet> ::looks back and shrugs::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: looks suddenly at Ian, then looks at Tytop and gives a smile, nodding once:: Ian: Right!
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns back to face the others, waiting::
<Tytop> @ Both: Very good. ::turns to Ian and the console:: Ian: Now these are what controls the navigation. You will be locked from those. These control the scanning for the system. You can scan and enter new regions as we enter them. They work best with short range scans. That should be all you need to know until we enter a region you know.
<Attendant> :: doesn't wait longer and presses the button to decend::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns:: Mike: I suggest you leave as well.
<Mike Talbet> Brask: Why? I suggested we shoot it. I still suggest we shoot it.

ACTION:: The lift decends slowly at first and then speeds up quickly. From inside the room, Brask and Mike can hear a blast door engage inside the lift tower.::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods, looking over the console, then looks around the room:: Tytop: Any of the rest of the consoles we need to know about?
<Brask_Key`far> :: folds his arms:: Mike: It could be dangerous. I will not be responsible for your death. :: stays where he is, not making any move to start cutting the sample, making sure to stay between it and Mike also, in case Mike gets any foolish ideas::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: moves over to the console and stands next to Ian::
<Tytop> @ Ian: No. Do not bother with those. If any of those are accessed, I will know and you will be returned to your cells. Understood?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Tytop: Understood.
<Mike Talbet> Brask: Oh boo hoo, cut the damn thing and lets get going. The blast doors already locked. I ain't going to live forever, rather go out in a huge explosion then in a bed.
<Tytop> @ ::nods:: Both: I have great expectations for you two. ::turns, walks to the door and opens it:: We are destined for great things. ::laughs as he leaves the room, closing the door behnd him::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Mike: I will not begin while you are still here. There must be a way to call the lift from this level, I suggest you find it.
<Mike Talbet> Brask: Save the pro life mumbo jumbo for someone who cares. Either cut it and quit wasting my time, or move so I can cut it.
<Brask_Key`far> :: narrows his eyes:: Mike: I will do neither, nor will I allow it to be cut.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks at Ian:: Ian: So it's an outpost is it? Superior... ::scoffs:: Superior my ass.... ::looks down at the console:: too bad I couldn't fly this thing....
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: looks around the room:: Trila: Looks like we will be watched from now on. Just have to do what we have to and not get into trouble. ::gives her a signalling wink::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::narrows her eyes slightly and scowls at him before turning to the console::
<Mike Talbet> Brask: Fine.. :: moves off to the comm and mumbles something derogitory about pacafists. ::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Mike: Thank you. :: sounding genuinely appreciative::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: moves close to her and whispers:: Trila: They have this place bugged with eyes and ears, so we have to be sneaky about what we do.
<Mike Talbet> :: presses the button and speaks into it quietly. ::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::without looking up:: Ian: You think so?
<Kahlan> :: paces up and down the corridor outside the lift::
<Attendant> ::not very happy: *Mike*: Why didn't you come when you had the chance? ::sighs:: I'll be up in a few minutes. Be ready this time. Out. ::heads for the lift again::
<Brask_Key`far> :: stays where he is, waiting::
 <Mike Talbet>::waits by the door, not very happy.::
<Kahlan> ::stops pacing as the Attendant leaves, leaning her head against the wall and fighting to stay calm::
<Brask_Key`far> :: catches Mike's mood and frowns for a moment:: Mike: I am sorry if you are upset about this, but I simply do not wish for you to be put at unecessary risk.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::sings to herself as she works on the console::

ACTION:: Minutes later, the lift door opens to an empty lift. A timer can be seen inside, counting down::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Having fun? ::walks out to the projection and studies it::
<Mike Talbet> :: steps back inside ::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles to Mike:: Mike: Thank you again. :: turns back to the table::

ACTION:: The lift doors close once the timer reaches zero and decends downwards. The blast doors seal once again::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: I was... right up until we got captured...
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods as he watches the doors close and moves to the sample, taking a deep breath:: Self: Well, here goes nothing. :: moves the cutting tool to one of the stress points in the debris and starts cutting into it::

@ACTION:: A loud chime sounds and the consoles in the room light up. An announcement telling of preparations to get underway follows the chime.::

<Trila_Solahn> @ :: jumps and stands back with her hands up:: Ian: I didn't do anything!

ACTION:: As Brask cuts into the debris, the cutting tool breaks::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns:: Self: Well that is strange. :: moves to pick up a different cutting tool and try it on the debris::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::grins:: Trila: I know. They are getting ready to move. Just activate the short range scans once you see the fortress move out here. :: points to it in the projection::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::sighs and settles her hands back on the console::

ACTION:: The second tool cuts into the debris, releasing some of the energy at the stress point as an explosion, sending Brask hard against the blast wall. It is followed by a series of more explosions as all of the energy in the debris is released. Once the explosions are over, the debris becomes magnetized and pulls Brask to the table::

@ACTION:: The fortress begins to move, ramming through what is left of the outpost, sending more debris out from it's location.::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::winces slightly and bites her lip, wondering what kind of an effect it's going to have on the planet::
<Attendant> ::rushes to the lift but is stopped by Dr. Haplan::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head as he wakes up, frowning and looking around before noticing that he cannot move and looks at the debris:: Fierfek! :: tries to push himself away from the debris::
<Haplan> Attendant: You know we can't go up there until readings are normal. ::looks to Kahlan and Mike:: Both: Seems that there was a slight mishap up there. We should know more soon a instruments get clear readings.
<Kahlan> Haplan: A mishap? I need to go! I'm the medic!
<Haplan> Kahlan: I'm sorry, but you can not. There is no telling what to expect there. We need readings before allowing anyone there. In fact the lift won't go to that level until then.
<Kahlan> ::leans back against the wall, slumping down to the floor with her face in her hands. Her misery easily communicating itself to everyone in the corridor::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: moves to Trila's side:: Trila: So far so good. Just be sure to gather what information you need. ::nods to her... another signal::
<Brask_Key`far> :: growls as he finds that while he can move slightly, he cannot free himself from the debris and starts pounding on it as hard as he can with his fists::

ACTION:: The magnetism begins to affect Brask in ways he didn't expect. His left side begins to feel numb to him, and his sight blurrs::

%$%$% END EPISODE TEN %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Eleven

EPISODE ELEVEN:
Mike Talbet and Kahlan are waiting to see if Brask is still in one piece, after the explosion in the self contained lab took place. Dr. Haplan insists they wait because the lift will not operate until sensors determine it is safe to go up to that level.
Brask, on the other-hand is experiencing odd sensation inside and is having trouble with his coordination. The numbness he feels is a direct result from being magnetized. The other odd feelings are just side-effects that could wear off, depending on how soon he can remove the piece of debris from his chest.
Meanwhile, Ian and Trila are back in their clothes and on the navigation deck of the Regtellian fortress. So far, the mobile fortress has demolished what was left of another being's outpost, as they advance into space that is unknown to them. Only Ian and Trila have a clue to where they are headed. If the current course and velocity continues, they would arrive at the Critin System within the next two days.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE ELEVEN %$%$%

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::watches the navigation holo as they advance::
<Brask_Key`far> :: growls again, looking around for something to pry the debris off of himself with::
<Kahlan> ::sits in the hall, head in her hands::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shifts his position enough to grab a sturdy looking piece of lab equipment and then bring it to his chest, trying to pry the debris off of himself::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::moves closer to Ian:: Ian: What do they want here?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: They want us to chart the galaxy for them. I'd consider that a lifetime committment that I don't intend on keeping. Talk about job security though, huh?

ACTION:: The metal that Brask uses digs into his chest as it works the debris loose. A huge gouge is etched across his body by the time the debris falls free from him. A normal person would have given up long ago, but then a normal person wouldn't be magnetized either.::

<Dr. Haplan> ::steps to Kahlan:: Kahlan: Did you know that Bothan well?
<Kahlan> ::glares up at him and yells:: Dr: Do not say 'DID'! He is fine!
<Brask_Key`far> :: jumps back once the debris falls, moving as far away from it as possible::
<Dr. Haplan> ::steps back:: Kahlan: I'm sorry, but according to sensors, there is no way he could have survived.
<Kahlan> Dr: You do not know him. He has to be alive. He is my best friend.
<Dr. Haplan> ::frowns:: Kahlan: Because he is your best friend, does not mean he will survive such a catastrophy.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::rolls her eyes:: Ian: I KNOW that... I meant here... :: points to the Cretin system::... didn't they say they'd already been here?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks to where Trila is pointing:: Trila: No, they haven't. It has just recently shown up on long range sensors and isn't really charted yet. We won't get there for over a day yet. ::sighs:: We do need to do something before they do get there, though.
<Kahlan> ::stares up at him, starting to cry:: Dr: Brask has saved my life so many times...carried me for weeks when I could not walk. Despite the habits of my people I believe I am falling in love. Dr, he has survived things you would never believe. I have to keep hope.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: And it's not like we can warn the others... we're monitored either way.... ::looks at him with a smirk and a glimmer in her eye:: You don't think we could lock down this room and take over the ship do you?
<Dr. Haplan> ::nods, still frowning:: Kahlan: Hope is all you have right now, I must say. ::looks to see that the sensors have nearly cleared the lift, but not yet::
<Kahlan> Dr: I have to get up there...
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: And how would we get out, once we got to where we needed o be, or did you have something else in mind?
<Dr. Haplan> ::holds a hand to her:: Kahlan: Not yet. Soon though.
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to the lift, checking to see if the blast damaged the comm::
<Kahlan> ::nods miserably and stares at the lift door::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::twists her mouth thoughtfully:: Ian: Well, I hadn't thought that part though... I honestly didn't think you'd agree that we could do it
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Trila: The idea has merit, but we would need to do more than just steer this massive weapon.

ACTION:: Brask sees that the lift doors are still sealed with the blast doors and the only damage is to the lab equipment he brought with him and himself. Meanwhile, the sensor system is very close to clearing the lift for use.::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: If we knew what made these creatures tick, who's to say we can't do something to render them unconscious for us to give us time to escape and destroy the vessel in the end.
<Brask_Key`far> :: taps the comm unit mounted on the wall:: *Anyone*: Hello, anyone there?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks around at the other consoles, but needs to get closer for a really good look:: Trila: Unless you are a slicer, we couldn't do much to them from here. Unless... ::moves to the holographic image and traces a section of charted space:: It might just be enough to give us the break we need.
<Brask_Key`far> :: gets no response and growls again, slamming his fist into the comm unit in frustration::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::shrugs:: Ian: I can deciper many ship's languages... would that help?
<Dr. Haplan> ::moves to the terminal next to the lift quickly :: Kahlan: Looks like the lift system is coming back online. ::turns to her:: I'll have to insist that you wait here. I'll let you know when it is good to come up.
<Kahlan> ::jumps up from the floor and rushes to the lift:: Dr: Please no. Let me come with you.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: points to an object in the image:: Trila: See this? Do you think we can cause this thing to make a full speed direct hit on it?
<Dr. Haplan> ::shakes his head:: Kahlan: No. Wait here. Don't make me post guards. ::activates the lift::
<Kahlan> Dr: If the lift is operating again then it is safe right? Please. I am a doctor. He might need me.

ACTION:: The lift doors open and close after the doctor and his assistant enter. The lift then climbs up quickly::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: If I can access the ship's navigation, it should be a piece of cake.... ::looks at him warily:: Does this fall under the "what to do if we get caught" part? They'll hang us for accessing forbidden information... ::smirks:: Unless I act "dumb"...
<Kahlan> ::frowns at the closed lift doors and paces back and forth in front of them::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Unless you plan on staying here forever, or living forever, I don't think it falls under any category other than saving our own butts.
<Brask_Key`far> :: stretches his arms and legs, trying to shake off the numbness from before, and looks around::

ACTION:: As the lift reaches the top, it slows down and stops. Inside the room, the blast doors unseal and slide away from the lift access, with a loud hiss. The lift then continues and locks into place before opening the lift doors::

<Brask_Key`far> :: hears the lift doors start to open and jumps to the side, hopefully out of sight of whoever is inside::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::shakes her head:: Ian: I never said I never wanted out of here... you said earlier we had to watch what we were doing... ::turns to the console:: Anyway... leave this with me for a few minutes so I can see what I'm dealing with... ::works the console, taking care to do what she is able all the while learning how to get around in the computer::
<Dr. Haplan> ::exits the lift and looks around at the damage:: Assistant: Record the damages. ::continues looking:: I don't see the Bothan.
<Brask_Key`far> :: rushes forward as they exit the lift, trying to grab the assistant and pull him/her away from the Doc::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::moves to some of the other consoles:: Trila: Just be quick. ::thinks and moves quickly yo the door controls panel and begins working on locking it out::
<Assistant> ::gasps:: Dr.: Doctor!
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::grins:: Ian: "Quick".. I can do.... ::continues working through the computer's language::
<Dr. Haplan> ::looks back, shocked to see Brask:: Brask: You... you're alive!
<Brask_Key`far> :: stays behind the assistant, facing the Doc:: Doc: No, I'm a ghost. Of course I'm alive. Now what's going on here? :: his voice much harsher than usual::

@ACTION:: Just as the guards outside the door try to open it, Ian manages to lock them out. Meanwhile, Trila has been able to figure out the basic navigation controls and which ones are locked out from her, and which of those she needs to access to control the ship::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smiles as the controls come easy to her:: Ian: I've got basic navigation!.... :: begins setting a course for where Ian told her to::
<Dr. Haplan> ::looks around:: Brask: Now, calm down. I'm sure that you have experienced a traumatic situation and are in need of medical assistance. Please, let us help you.
<Brask_Key`far> :: keeps his grip on the assistant:: Doc: I asked you a question! What's going on here?! :: motions with his free hand away from the lift:: And move over there!
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::turns to her:: Trila: I have the door locked out for now, but who knows how long it will hold. ::moves back to her:: OK, get this bucket moving.

@ ACTION:: Trila has only identified the controls but they are still locked out::

<Dr. Haplan> ::moves towards where Brask pointed:: Brask: There was an explosion in this room. You were the only one in here when it happened. That is all we know.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::works to get around the controls::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::hops in to help her out:: Trila: You know, if this doesn't work, we might as well disable everything in this room. ::smiles to her::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head to clear it, since it's still a bit fuzzy:: Doc: Whatever. :: moves into the lift, dragging the assistant with him and looks for the down control::
<Dr. Haplan> ::holds his hands up to Brask:: Brask: Wait! Let me help you!
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::chuckles:: Ian: Hey, anything is worth a shot at this point... but I'm ready... ::smiles as she works::... always am...

@ACTION:: The console flashes and the colors change on the controls, signifying that the lockouts have been lifted::

<Brask_Key`far> Doc: I'll help myself, thanks. :: smirks, tossing the assistant into the room, before pushing the down button, waving as the doors close::
<Dr. Haplan> ::rushes to his assistant:: Assistant: Are you alright?
<Assistant> ::nods as he stands up, then notices the debris on the floor:: Dr.: This is what they were going to cut. Looks like it exploded.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::scowls:: Ian: That was too easy... either these aliens are dumber than we are, or they don't think much of security... ::continues to try and plot the course::
<Dr. Haplan> :: bends down and picks it up:: Assistant: Yes. It's only slightly smaller than before. We should anylize it ourselves.

ACTION:: The lift zips down to the lower level and slows to a stop, before opening::

<Brask_Key`far> :: hurries out of the lift as soon as the doors are open, looking around::
<Kahlan> ::looks up as the lift opens, her jaw dropping:: Brask: Brask!
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::grins:: Trila: I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Their security isn't the best. Except those cells we were in.
<Brask_Key`far> :: spots Kahlan and nods:: Kahlan: Yeah, who were you expecting? :: moves past her, looking around for guards or any kind of trouble::
<Kahlan> Brask: Well Dr Haplan... He said no one could survive...
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::chuckles as she works:: Ian: Darn... I was hoping it wasn't the latter...

@ACTION:: The fortress comes to a full stop and turns nearly all the way back to the direction they just came in. The new course gets plotted and the fortress picks up speed, moving faster and faster. The only way that Ian and Trila notice this is by the holo image::

<Brask_Key`far> :: smirks sarcastically, an expression Kahlan has likely never seen him use before:: Kahlan: Well he was wrong. :: looks around again:: Come on, we should get out of here before they get back down.
<Kahlan> Brask: What's wrong? What happened? All this time I sat down here thinking you were dead and now you don't even smile...
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to her and smiles brightly, before letting it drop and turning to look around again:: Kahlan: You coming or not?

ACTION:: The lift doors close and the lift goes back up again::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods as she glances up at the holo image:: Ian: It's working.... ::works to make sure no one can get at what she's doing to stop her (ie: overriding her commands, etc.)
<Kahlan> Brask: Of course I am. What about the sample? Did you find out anything?
<Brask_Key`far> :: spots the lift doors close:: Fierfek. :: grabs for her arm and starts towards where he remembers the exit being:: Nothing, I cut into it and it exploded.
<Kahlan> ::walks toward the exit with him:: Brask: So why are we running?
<Tytop> @ *Navigation*: What is going on up there?! You will be exterminated for this. You can count on it. ::shouts orders to send troops to the room and to break the doors down if needed:: Expect to die within the next ten minutes.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks at where the voice is coming, but doesn't reply:: Trila: Sounds like we will have guests. How long do you expect impact?
<Brask_Key`far> :: keeps an eye out as he leads the way towards the exit:: Kahlan: Because I feel like it. :: his sentances are coming out harsh and short, with a slight growl behind them::
<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Brask: I don't understand. And what happened to your chest? Brask, please, you're scaring me
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::cringes as she checks the computer:: Ian: About 20 minutes... ::looks at him:: Think we can get out of here before then?... Better question... If we can get out of here...?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks around the room for another way out:: Trila: I don't see another exit of any kind. ::thinks and moves to some of the panels under the consoles:: See if there are any tools for maintenance in here.
<Brask_Key`far> :: lets go of her arm but continues heading for the exit:: Kahlan: That stupid debris sample changed somehow after it exploded and got stuck to me, I had to pry it off. :: continues on::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: I was hoping they'd have some kind of ventilation shaft that we could sneak out of... most ships do...

@ACTION:: The fortress is now at full speed and hurling on a locked course towards a small moon. Impact would most certainly destroy the huge ship, and kill most aboard it. Meanwhile, there is a small compartment that has a small tool pack in it. One of them will find it eventually, if they are quick enough::

<Kahlan> ::slows down without meaning to as she thinks:: Brask: Stuck? It didn't get suddenly covered in glue I assume...
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: begins moving to check the consoles, tearing off the panels to check for the tools, not bothering to put the panels back as she moves along::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Kahlan: No. :: tries to figure out what they should do once outside::

ACTION:: The lift begins to decend, though Brask and Kahlan are almost to the exit and won't notice the doors opening::

<Kahlan> Brask: But...stuck how? ::frowns:: Regardless, we need to get back to the ship and take care of that wound.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::shakes his head:: Trila: Nothing on this side. ::moves towards the holo projector::
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues on giving his usual answer when she says something like that, minus the smile of course:: Kahlan: I'll be fine.
<Kahlan> ::frowns again, shaking her head as she follows:: Brask: Let's just get out of here, then I'll decide if you're fine. That's my job.

ACTION:: Dr. Haplan and his assistant alert the security of the facility that Brask is dangerous, and then head to another lab to check out what's left of the debris::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::continues to look:: Ian: So far nothing here either.... ::curses silently:: it has to be here somewhere....
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Fine. :: picks up his pace a bit::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::checks out the projector and sighs:: Trila: Tools would come in handy about now.
<Kahlan> ::moves faster, keeping up with Brask as best she can::
<Tytop> @ *Navigation*: This is your last chance. Release the controls now and live, or not and die.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::ignores the communication:: Trila: Ventillation is just a series of ducts. Nothing large enough to crawl through.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks up at the sound of the voice and chuckles:: Ian: Oh, that's a switch from "You're going to die in 10 minutes..."
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::opens a panel and smiles triumphantly:: Ian: I got it! ::grabs it and holds it up::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: nods:: Trila: Perhaps he just noticed where he's going. ::turns to her:: Great! Now help me get this projector out of the deck and up against that door.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::gets to her feet and goes over to help Ian::

@ACTION:: It isn't long, and there is a loud thud against the door, followed by more, with several seconds between thuds::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Sounds like someone wants in.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smiles:: Ian: I wonder could I rig the doors to emmit an electric shock?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Be my guest, but I was hoping to baracade the door and maybe use the remaining hole in the deck as a way out. ::shrugs:: Unless you have a better plan.
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues on, growling:: Where is the frelling exit?!
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::shrugs:: Ian: Not much better... let's try your way first...
<Brask_Key`far> :: spots the exit and burst through it, figuratively speaking, and starts in the direction of the shuttle::
<Kahlan> ::runs behind Brask, still not sure what she's running from, and starting to get a stitch in her side::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::grabs the tool pack and looks inside... after sifting through things, he pulls out a laser cutting tool:: Trila: There we go. Use this to cut the mounting bolts around the projector. I'll look for something else to help weld it to the door.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods and sets to work on the mounting bolts::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: dumps the tools out and looks through the jumble, before spotting a plasma welder:: Trila: This should do the job. ::turns to her:: How's it coming?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: It's coming...
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::moves to the last mounting bolt:: Ian: I'm working on the last one now

@ACTION:: The laser cutter slices through the bolts in less than a minute per bolt, making the job last only six minutes::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::moves over to the projector and disconnects it from the console:: Trila: We'll be blind, but do we really want to see where we're going anyway? ::grins:: I figure we have about ten minutes to get off this thing before we go down with the others.
<Brask_Key`far> :: spots the shuttle and closes the gap to it, heading inside the open hatch::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: I don't need to see where we're going... not outside anyway....

@ACTION:: The image disappears, leaving the room a bit darker::

<Kahlan> ::follows Brask into the shuttle::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: begins lifting the projector out of the decking:: Trila: Give...me...a ..hand.
<Mike_Talbet> ::sits in the pilot's seat, running diagnostics on the parts he replaced earlier::
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to the c0ckpit:: Mike: Get this thing in the air.
<Mike_Talbet> ::looks back in suprise:: Brask: Why? What did you do?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::moves to help him and grabs the projector::
<Brask_Key`far> :: narrows his eyes:: Mike: We didn't *do* anything. The sample was worthless, it just exploded, that's it. Now let's go.
<Kahlan> Mike: Better do as he says. Something is apparently wrong.
<Kahlan> Brask: Come on...let's go to the back so I can look at your chest.

@ACTION:: They get the projector up to the door and position it. Welding takes several minutes, but the thuds sound duller, now that the baracade is in place::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::stands and survey's the work, nodding:: Ian: Not bad... that should hold them... should we try to get to our shuttle now?
<Mike_Talbet> ::shakes his head and turns back to his controls, powering up the ship's systems:: Both: You better have not started a war with these people. ::lifts off the pad and heads back towards the hospital where the Commodore is being held::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: After you. ::tosses the welder to the side and heads back to where the projector used to be.::
<Brask_Key`far> Mike: Just fly this thing, you're not here to worry about anything but that. :: turns and moves into the back::

@ ACTION:: The opening reveals a meter and a half spacing between decks. The spacing is riddled with beams, but can be navigated with ease::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::heads back to the projector hole:: Ian: How far do you think we are from the shuttlebay? ::climbs into the hole::
<Kahlan> ::watches him go:: Mike: No one shot at us. I think it's all right. ::follows Brask into the back of the shuttle::
<Kahlan> Brask: Sit down. I'll have a look at that.
<Brask_Key`far> :: closes the door between the c0ckpit and the back section, before sitting down::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::frowns:: Trila: My guess is that it's probably four or five decks down. We have seven minutes to get there and off the ship, though. No pressure. ::grins::
<Kahlan> ::gets some batca patches and such from the first aid kit and turns around, smiling at him:: Brask: I thought you'd be in pieces.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods and moves a little quicker. Speaking as she moves along:: Ian: Any thoughts as to how we're going to get out of between the decks? I'm fresh out of projectors....
<Brask_Key`far> :: smirks again:: Kahlan: It'll take more than that to keep me down.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: There has to be a maintenance access somewhere on this deck. Just look for a light and head for it. ::slips past several beams:: I hope they light their access ways.
<Kahlan> Brask: Apparently. Now hold still. This is a deep gash and I'll have to clean it out. :: bends over and starts cleaning out the wound, swabbing deep with bacta::
<Trila_Solahn> @Ian: That would make escaping easier wouldn't it?
<Brask_Key`far> :: stays still, looking around idly::

ACTION:: The wound is wide and filled with dried blood. As she cleans it, she sees flesh, but also sees glints of metal surfaces speckling the bottom of the wound::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Yeah. Why should they make it easy for us? ::keeps moving::
<Kahlan> ::frowns as she notices metal in the wound and reaches for some tweezers:: Brask: Looks like there's debris embedded in here. :: pokes into the wound with the tweezers, frowning still more when she can't get a grip on it::

@ACTION:: As they pass a beam, there is a dim light ahead of them. It looks like a set of foot and hand holds in a tube::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::moves quickly along the beams, hoping they'll make it. As they move, she can't help but think of Simon... he'd kill her if he knew she could very well die::
<Kahlan> ::holds his fur out of the way:: Brask: Look... I think I know how that thing stuck to you...
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: doesn't say anything, but moves as fast a he can, reaching the shaft just after Trila:: Trila: Down you go and don't stop.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks down at his chest raises an eyebrow:: Kahlan: A metal plate or something? I don't remember getting that.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods and heads down the shaft as fast as she can::

@ACTION:: The shaft passes deck after deck, with panels at each deck, but open at the spaces between the decks. The shaft seems to go on forever.::

<Kahlan> Brask: It extends the length of the cut. I can see it here and there. But Brask, no doctor would have put a metal plate there... I have never seen such a thing.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::wonders how much time they have left and feels her adrenaline race::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and reaches up, touching the metal gently:: Kahlan: This is strange...
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::sees a panel as he begins to pass it:: Trila: Stop. I think this is it. ::hopes there aren't any guards or troops on the other side as he opens the panel::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: pauses and looks to Ian:: Ian: Let's hope our ship isn't too far away either...
<Kahlan> Brask: Magnetized debris, electric shock...it all effects you oddly... Maybe you aren't really Bothan...
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::steps through the large opening and looks around:: Trila: This is it. No one is around, so far. Just keep quiet and out of sight when you get here.
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to look down at his chest, his frown deepening:: Kahlan: But that's not possible..
<Kahlan> Brask: Why isn't it possible?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods and slinks through the hole, whispering to Ian:: Ian: They're probably still trying to get in... either that or they're busy trying to get off the ship...

@ACTION:: They have managed to get into one of the shuttle pod bays. Though it isn't one they arrived in, there are six pods ready to go. However, maintenance crews are entering the bay to prep the pods for emergency exit::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::frowns:: Ian: What happened to our shuttle?? ::gets a little miffed::
<Brask_Key`far> :: starts to freak out a little:: Kahlan: It just isn't! How could I not know that I was this different?! :: stands and slams his fist against the wall:: Someone should have told me! Whoever knows...

ACTION:: Brask manages to put yet another hole into the wall of the ship::

<Kahlan> ::rushes to him and places a hand on his arm:: Brask: Whoever knows is apparently not the type of person who cares about you. I do though. Please, sit back down and let me tend your wounds.
<Ian_Hawkins> @Trila: If you want to waste time looking for it, go ahead. I'm taking one of these things out of here. You are welcome to join me.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::scowls:: Ian: I would prefer finding it... but if it's between dying and living... I'm with you...
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns at the hole he put in the wall, pulling his fist from it and turning to her:: Kahlan: Why? Apparently that isn't necessary. It's like I'm a frelling droi... :: steps back:: Droid...
<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Brask: Is that possible? To make one who is so real? And sit down anyway. Droid or not, you have skin, and it's torn badly.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::moves slowly and cautiously from pod to pod until he gets to the one closest to the bay doors:: Trila: You think you can handle one of these? ::opens a hatch and peers inside:: Looks like it hold three of those big lizards. Definitely won't be easy filling in the pilot's seat, as small a we are.
<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't sit, shaking his head:: Kahlan: I have never seen a droid with enough detail to actually mimic a known species... :: steps back, reaching up to hold his head as it spins::
<Kahlan> Brask: Neither have I, but you know more about such things than I do. Whether you have seen one or not, is it possible? ::moves in front of him and finishes cleaning out the cut::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods and looks in:: Ian: As I said... I'm versed in many ship languages... if I figured out this hulk... I think I can decipher this pod
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Trila: Then let's get going. I think this trip is about over. ::climbs in and finds a seat near a console and begins working at figuring it out::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::climbs in with Ian and works on powering it up and getting them out of here::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns, still holding his head:: Kahlan: I don't know! :: starts to black out and falls::

@ACTION:: Trila quickly figures out the pod's systems and controls, while Ian finds out that he managed to find the weapons console for the pod::

<Kahlan> ::yells and drops to the floor beside him, shaking his shoulders::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::works the controls and lifts the pod off the bay floor::
<Mike_Talbet> ::sets the ship on auto and enters the section behind the pilot's seat:: All: What's going on back here? Better not be damaging the ship.
<Brask_Key`far> :: lays motionless for several seconds before his eyes open once more, focusing on Kahlan:: Kahlan: Hello. :: smiles::
<Kahlan> Mike: Your ship is fine, no go back to flying it!
<Kahlan> ::turns back to Brask:: Brask: Umm...hello. Are you all right?
<Mike_Talbet> ::notices the second hole and mumbles some profanity before going back to his seat::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: I think so. What happened? Did the sample yield any clues?
<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Brask: Not that you said anything about... What's the last thing you remember?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks up to see them staring at the closed bay doors, and hears a bleep on the console, followed by complaints from the maintenace crews on the comm::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns in thought, trying to remember:: Kahlan: I remember cutting into the debris, and then getting thrown against the wall.. :: thinks for another moment before smiling again:: That's it.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks over to Trila:: Trila: Need a hand with the doors? ::looks over to his console and pushes a few buttons::
<Kahlan> Brask: Wow... You missed a lot... ::tells him everything that's happened since, including the conversation about the possibility of him being a droid, and shows him the metal in the now clean gash...again::
<Trila_Solahn> @Ian: Would be nice
<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't speak for several moments, taking it all in:: Kahlan: Well that is odd. :: looking down at his chest:: That would certainly explain a few things...

@ACTION:: The pod fires several missiles at the door, point blank range, blasting them wide open and sucking everything and everyone out into space. Now in front of their pod is a moonscape, and very close.::

<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: A lot of things...all the things we couldn't explain before. Now that you seem back to normal let me ask this again. Is it possible to create a droid like you?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::her piloting skills take over to take them out of range of the ship about to hit the moon so as they don't get caught in the explosion::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns in thought once more:: Kahlan: Theoretically it would be possible. But such things would be extremely difficult to make, not to mention highly illegal.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Now that is what I call cutting it close.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smiles:: Ian: I know... ::winks at him:: Wasn't it fun?
<Kahlan> ::shrugs and smiles at him:: Brask: So maybe you're more special than I thought you were.

@ACTION:: A very very bright light fills the space behind them, and then they feel a sudden push to the pod, giving it a burst of speed that was never intended for it. The blast wave carries them well out past from where they took over the fortress, before it dissipates::

<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow, looking down at his chest again:: Kahlan: Apparently.. :: taps the visible metal::
<Kahlan> Brask: Umm...if you are, then you are illegal. If anyone else knew, what would they do?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::loosens his grip on the console:: Trila: I can do without the thrill ride, but I must say that was some good piloting.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns again:: Kahlan: A droid like the one you're talking about would be considered an abomination on several planets, a threat on most others, likely only the outer rim worlds would be apathetic about it. Any inner rim planets would likely try to destroy such a droid.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smiles:: Ian: Thanks.... ::relaxes a little as the pod flies along, pilots them back to the planet they came from::... I grew up on the outskirts of Mos Eisley... flying ships has been my whole life... ::clears her throat a little:: That and... "dealing"... in their parts
<Kahlan> :: pales, her eyes going wide:: Brask: You are my best friend. You are not a threat or an abomination. If you were destroyed I think it would kill me. ::shivers and quickly covers Brask's chest wound with bacta patches, hiding the gleaming metal::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Trila: Didn't need the history lesson, but it's ok. ::looks around the inside of the pod:: At least we have an idea of what happened to the Critin System.
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles:: Kahlan: It will be all right. I have managed to keep it a secret for eighteen years apparently. :: grins::
<Mike_Talbet> ::finishes his report and sends it to the Field Marshall::
<Kahlan> ::nods, but still doesn't look too convinced, bending over to kiss him quickly before getting up off the floor::

%$%$% END EPISODE ELEVEN %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Twelve

  EPISODE TWELVE:
Mike Talbet has taken Kahlan and Brask back to the Field Marshall's headquarters. They are expected to make a report of their findings, and what they say in their report will have an effect on what can happen to Commodore Symteria.
Meanwhile, Ian and Trila are just approaching the debris field in the Regtellian pod. They had managed to destroy the Regtellian fortress ship and escape in one piece. Now they must get through the debris field without having a repeat of what happened to them in the previous shuttle.
Unbeknownst to most people, Dimitri Shashikov has called together all of the Commodore's officials, in Trelina, to discuss the state of the government and what must be done to release the Commodore from the Field Marshall's clutches. Also discussed will be the contingence plan of what will take place if the Commodore expires.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE TWELVE %$%$%

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::sees the debris on sensors ahead:: Trila: I hope you know how to get us through that stuff, without falling into another trap.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::gives him an odd look:: Ian: Well, I didn't get us through the first time.... but then... we were drawn toward a large hulk the last time too...
<Brask> :: exits the shuttle, looking around::
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask out of the shuttle::

ACTION:: Outside the ship are two armed troops, waiting to escort Brask and Kahlan::

<Trila_Solahn> @ :: plots a course to avoid the debris:
<Kahlan> ::smiles and nods at the troops::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::watches the debris field get closer:: Trila: So, what approach do you intend this time? I don't think we need to gather evidence, do we? ::grins::
<Brask> :: nods to the troops as well, walking up to them:: Guards: Greetings.

ACTION:: The troops take up positions one in front and one behind and lead them towards the main building next to the landing pad.::

<Kahlan> ::walks along with the troops::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::scowls and doesn't look up as she waves at him to hush:: Ian: Shh, I'm thinking... ::toys with the controls to see how manueverable the craft is, if it's much quicker at pulling out of the way should debris become "attracted" to them::
<Brask> :: follows Kahlan::

@ACTION:: As the pod gets within range, there are signs of movement within the debris field. Some smaller debris are beginning to shift their orbit more towards the pod::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::swears in Tattooinian under her breath as they move along and plots her course to avoid the debris::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::raises the pod's sheilds:: Ian: Better man those cannons... just in case...
<Brask> :: looks around as they are escorted:: Kahlan: I wonder how the Commodore is doing.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods and checks weapons status:: Trila: There isn't much power left for the weapons, and I doubt you want to take more power from the shields or propulsion.
<Kahlan> Brask: If they haven't done anything to him, he's fine.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::chews her lip:: Ian: Hmph... figures...
<Brask> :: nods::

ACTION:: The troops enter the building and lead them to a small lobby, just outside an office. Outside the office doors are two guards. The escort troops nod to the guards and leave::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: I'm sure your piloting skills will prove themselves... one way or another.::
<Kahlan> Brask: Nice guys weren't they? ::grins::
<Brask> :: nods:: Kahlan: I hope nothing has gone wrong since we left.
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: You can say that again
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::watches the debris carefully::
<Brask> :: raises an eyebrow:: Kahlan: I hope nothing has gone wrong since we left.
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Brask: It's a joke

@ACTION:: As the pod heads for a trajectory up and over the debris field, the movement becomes more pronounced, and the shields begin repelling some of the debris::

<Brask> Kahlan: Ah. :: nods and looks to the office guards, waiting::
<Kahlan> Brask: These guys are as nice as the last ones.
<Brask> :: nods :: Guards: Excuse me, but are we meant to just wait here?

ACTION:: The guards just stare ahead and say nothing::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Perhaps I was wrong?
<Kahlan> ::shrugs and finds a seat:: Brask: Someone will come for us when they want us.
<Brask> :: nods, moving to stand near her chair:: Kahlan: I suppose so.

@ACTION:: More and more debris begins to head for the little pod. Some of the larger pieces are making it through the shields, as they weaken. Those that make it through can be heard clunking against the hull and sticking to it.::

<Kahlan> Brask: How's your chest feeling?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: sends all the power from the weapons system to the shield generators::
<Brask> :: looks down at his chest and smiles:: Kahlan: Fine.
<Kahlan> ::smiles:: Brask: I'm glad. Even if it doesn't bother you so much, I don't like to see you hurt.
<Brask> :: nods:: Kahlan: I will do my best to avoid injuries... :: remembers the discoveries in the shuttle:: Or perhaps damage would be the more accurate word.

@ACTION:: The power routing does little to help out, as the pod starts to become heavier than intended for it. It's trajectory now changes, however, it's not back out to space... it's heading for the planet surface at a steep angle, and gaining speed::

<Kahlan> ::reaches up to lay a hand on his arm:: Brask: You bleed, and have flesh I can stitch together. They are still injuries as far as I'm concerned.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::reverses thrusters to slow the speed of the pod::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Miss Solahn. I think it's time to pull something out of your behind. ::feeling a bit tense::
<Brask> :: thinks for a moment and nods:: Kahlan: I suppose that is correct.
<Kahlan> ::smiles at him:: Brask: Of course it is. You are still Brask, and will always be.

@ACTION:: The reverse thrusters do slow the pod down, but those systems are beginning to overheat fast, and an overload is imminent::

<Brask> :: smiles again and glances at the guards, lowering his voice:: Kahlan: Perhaps this is a conversation best continued elsewhere.
<Kahlan> ::nods and looks at the guards as well:: Brask: You're right.
<Brask> Kahlan: So what exactly happened with the debris?

ACTION:: The office doors side apart and the guards turn towards each other, as Mike Talbet exits the office. He walks past Kahlan and Brask without a word. However, a voice from inside the office calls them in::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::changes course again and goes with the direction the pod is heading, only she pulls up slightly to lessen the descent, taking care not to work too heavily against the pull of the planet::
<Brask> :: turns to the office:: Kahlan: I guess that can wait. :: waits for her to enter first::
<Kahlan> ::looks after Mike as he goes, then turns to walk into the office::
<Brask> :: follows Kahlan::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::works hard to keeping from crashing to their deaths:: Ian: Like what... an umbrella?

@ACTION:: Trila's little trick does get the pod on a less steep heading. The shield generator suddenly burns out and the hull temperature raises considerably, making the inside of the pod feel hot as well.::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: If that will keep us from dying, sure. ::clutches onto the console next to him:: Shields are gone, if you hadn't noticed. :: begins to sweat::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: doesn't flinch as she nods:: Ian: Yeah... I know... this is gonna get bumpy....::starts scanning the planet for a place to land::
<Field Marshall> ::waves them to have a seat:: Both: Sit down. I'm just going over the data collected from the ship's sensors.
<Kahlan> ::glances at Brask and sits down::
<Brask> :: moves to sit as well::

@ACTION:: The pod breaks through the outer portion of the atmosphere, and the temperature drops down slowly, as the air rushes past the hull. Even though Trila is fighting the controls, the magnetic debris is causing the pod to wobble and shake, as it pulls it towards the closest metalic source it can find. Trelina::

<Trila_Solahn> @ :: doesn't notice the pain in her jaw from where she's gritting her teeth so much from the stress of keeping from getting them killed. She concentrates on keeping the pod as steadily as possible for the descent::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::feels the shaking of the pod:: Trila: I think we should just hope we survive and forget trying to change this thing's mind.
<Field Marshall> ::sits back in his seat and sighs:: Both: From the report I got and these sensor readings, it seems you had quite a trip. However, nothing here shows me that the Commodore is not responsible.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::forces out a laugh:: Ian: There's never been a ship that's fought me yet and won...
<Kahlan> FM: I have yet to meet a man who can call debris down from the sky sir.
<Field Marshall> :: looks to her:: Kahlan: He can if he put it up there himself.
<Kahlan> ::frowns and shakes her head:: FM: With all due respect sir, this debris doesn't seem like anything that came from your world.

@ACTION:: The view from the pod is of the ocean, the shoreline and a broken up cityscape coming up very fast, Unfortunately, the altitude is also dropping fast, and the pod is not likely to make it to it's target.::

<Field Marshall> :: nods:: Kahlan: Which brings me to believe that he is working with someone offworld. Perhaps your little group.
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: doesn't force the pod to change it's course too much as she guides it along toward Trelina, closest to the shore as possible::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: I suppose I should brace for impact?
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head again:: FM: We met him only briefly before his accident. And the debris is like nothing from any of our worlds either. Brask and I have never seen anything like it before.
<Brask> :: raises an eyebrow but lets Kahlan do the talking::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: brings his legs up to his chest and makes a ball with his face between his knees::
<Field Marshall> ::shrugs:: Kahlan: So you say. I have no proof of that.
<Kahlan> FM: And unfortunately I have no way to prove it to you, but I give you my word I have seen nothing like this in all the worlds I have traveled.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::takes her hands off the controls and nods:: Ian: There isn't much more I can do at this point... ::watches the scanners and sits back taking deep breaths to relax and let her body go limp for impact::

@ACTION:: The pod touches the wave tops, then skips across the water for a good kilometer before hitting hard and bouncing from wave to wave. Then with a sudden smack, the pod slams into the water and begins bobbing. Though no water is leaking into the pod, it is sinking slowly::

<Field Marshall> ::grins:: Kahlan: Perhaps if I sent that sample to some of my scientists, they could contact offworld sources with their findings. That could prove your innocence.
<Brask> :: frowns::
<Kahlan> FM: Unfortunately the sample exploded when Brask tried to cut into it. It should not be difficult to find more of it though. Simply take a walk outside.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::feels the pod relax and checks that they have touched down. She quickly sits up:: Ian: Come on... we have to blow the hatch before this this sinks and takes us with it.... :: gets up and opens the hatch::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::gets out of his seat, still frowning from not liking their situation:: Trila: How far do we have to swim?

@ACTION:: As soon as the hatch opens, water begins rushing in, causing the pod to sink even faster::

<Field Marshall> ::frowns:: Kahlan: Yes, that is unfortunate for you. I, myself, do not plan on taking that walk outside and I'm afraid neither will you two. ::waves his hand to the guards at the doors::
<Brask> :: stands quickly:: FM: On what charges are we to be held?

ACTION:: The two guards level their weapons on the two and tell them to go with them.::

<Brask> :: stays where he is, waiting for an answer::
<Kahlan> ::closes her eyes and sends out a feeling of apathy and calm to the room::
<Field Marshall> ::looks down at the data:: Brask: Spying. That should cover a lot for now.
<Brask> :: frowns:: FM: We came here only to help, if you do not wish for assistance then we will just leave.
<Field Marshall> :: doesn't look up:: Brask: Sorry. My word is final. Please do not make them use force. ::feelings the affects of Kahlan, slightly::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::turns her head away and takes a deep breath, climbing out of the hatch quickly pushing against the water as she climbs for the top of the pod::
<Kahlan> ::releases more pheromones::

ACTION:: The guards begin to notice the odd feelings and step back towards the doors, still insisting that they come with them::

<Brask> :: sets his jaw:: FM: We have done nothing wrong. :: looks at the guards and sighs:: At least let her go. I will remain.
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head:: Brask: I do not want to go without you.
<Brask> :: smiles:: Kahlan: I will be fine.
<Field Marshall> ::stands up, pulling his blaster from his holster:: Both: Don't test me. Dead or alive, it matters little to me.
<Brask> :: frowns again, thinking::
<Kahlan> ::stands up and walks toward the guards slowly:: Brask: Just don't fight them. Come on.

ACTION:: Four more guards arrive, as the original two begin to back out of the office, confused.::

<Brask> :: nods, doing as she says::
<Kahlan> ::sees the new guards and releases more pheromones as she nears them::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::climbs out of the pod, pulling himself against the steady stream of water::

ACTION:: The guards grab Kahlan by the arms and rush her away. The other two guards point their blaster rifles at Brask, nudging him to follow::

<Kahlan> ::tries her luck at gently attempting to pull away from the guards, hoping they're apathetic::
<Brask> :: follows after Kahlan quickly, ignoring the guards, focusing on staying with her::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::once she is out of the pod, she jumps away from the pod into the water, swimming as fast as she can away from it, glancing back to see if Ian is out::

@ACTION:: The pod goes under with a rush of bubbling waves following behind it. Meanwhile, Trila and Ian are at least two kilometers from shore::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::is pulled under, slightly, but decides to swim underwater, rather than to fight it::

ACTION:: The guards tighten their grips on Kahlan, as they enter a set of doors that lead to a corridor with doors along both walls of it::

<Kahlan> :: pulls harder::
<Brask> Guards: I request that we be allowed in the same cell. Since it appears we will remain there for some time.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::once she is safely away from the bubbling water, she turns to look back:: Ian: Ian?

ACTION:: One of the side doors open, and the guards throw her inside, the door closing right after. Another door opposite that one opens and the guards herd Brask to it::

<Brask> :: pushes against the guards, trying to move to Kahlan's door:: Guards: I insist that you accept my request.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::treads water and looks around:: Self: Oh no.... Ian: Ian? Ian!
<Kahlan> ::lands in her cell with an 'oof' and turns to run to the door, watching out the window as Brask struggles with the guards::

ACTION:: The guards use all their effort to push Brask inside the doorway, just enough for it to close::

<Brask> :: growls in frustration as the door closes and slams both fists against it::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: doesn't see Ian anywhere and takes a deep breath, diving under the water to look for him::

ACTION:: The guards step away from the door, as they hear the door bend a bit from Brask's pounding. On guard activates a remote switch and a force field is emitted outside the door::

<Kahlan> ::watches the guards and knows Mike must have reported the holes in his ship::
<Brask> :: continues to beat on the door for several moments before giving up and looking around::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: pops up, once the pressure equalizes, and takes a breath::
<Kahlan> ::stares across the hall at Brask's window, hoping the field marshall doesn't truly know what he is::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::swims under the water looking around for Ian, spying his body having surfaced just a short way from her. She comes to the surface::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks around for Trila and notices the distance to shore:: Trila: You couldn't get us closer than this?
<Brask> :: frowns, turning back to the door and noticing Kahlan through the window, before giving it a hard punch, the window that is::
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head at Brask, knowing even if he manages to get through the door, he's not going anywhere::

ACTION:: The guards leave the corridor. Minutes later, the voice of the Field Marshall can be heard in the cells::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::gives him a look of pure venom:: Ian: Are you for real?! I just managed to save our hides from getting flattened and you're complaining about getting us CLOSER??? Why you insolent.... GRAVEL MAGGOT!!! ::turns and swims away from him making good time with her fury::
<Field Marshall> *Both*: Your group has left us no choice other than to imprison you. Your actions and cooperation with the enemy are considered a criminal act, and you will be held indefinitely. OH, and if you think your little mind tricks on the guards will work, they have been protected. ::closes the communication::
<Brask> :: frowns and starts beating on the door once more, focusing on the window::
<Kahlan> ::watches Brask and frowns, wishing he'd just stop::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::chuckles to himself as he treads water:: Self: At least now she is moving faster. :: begins swimming, himself::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::swims her frustrations out, her hot temper keeping her from getting cold in the water::

ACTION:: All Brask manages to do is dent the door and bloody his hands. The reinforced window shows no damage::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: paces himself, knowing that the distance might be a bit much if he went full out, and getting burnt out swimming is not a good thing::
<Brask> :: frowns again, ignoring the blood on his hands and looks around again, moving to run his hand along the wall, trying to find a way out::

@ACTION:: With the waves and concentration on staying above water, the approaching watercraft go unnoticed::

<Brask> :: looks up, raising his voice:: FM: How long are we to remain here in these plain rooms? Living beings have biological needs.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::stops swimming, at the unusual sound, he hears, then looks around:: Self: I hope that's a good thing. ::looks ahead to Trila:: Trila: Hey! Stop!
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::turns her head slightly:: Ian: Why should I stop for you?!...::hears the sound and stops swimming, treading water to look around::

@ACTION:: The watercraft slows as it gets closer to Trila. Aboard are several men, some with outstretched hands to pull her out of the water::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::swims towards the watercraft::
<Brask> :: sighs, moving back to running his hand along the wall, feeling for a seam or irregularity, spending the time trying to think up an escape plan::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks at the craft warily, then reaches up one hand for them to grab while keeping herself up with the other::
<Kahlan> ::lays her forehead against the glass, trying not to think of what will happen if the Field Marshall knows what Brask is::

ACTION:: The cells are small... 2 meters by 3 meters and 3 meters tall. The walls are seamless and solid. Even Brask's pounding will not dent these.::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::keeps swimming::

@ACTION:: The men haul Trila aboard and wrap a blanket around her, then the craft swings around towards Ian::

<Brask> :: frowns and sighs again, moving back to the door to look out the window, laying his palms on the door to lean against it:: Why would they do this? :: spots Kahlan again and smiles, trying to cheer her up::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::shivers under the blanket, even though she still pretty fumed::
<Kahlan> ::smiles at Brask and kisses her fingers, then lays them against her window::
<Brask> :: smiles again, but inside he's still a tad upset:: There has to be a way, no system is foolproof. :: looks the door over, running his hands along it, trying to think up a way to get it open::

@ACTION:: The craft picks up Ian and quickly heads for shore. Among the crew, they can see a woman piloting the craft and four men sitting down, staring at the two survivors::

ACTION:: Brask can feel the indentions he put into the door, and see that the door may not open normally ever again because of them. He could be in there a very very long time::

<Brask> :: growls again, flattening his hands as best he can, with his fingers extended, and tries to force them between the door and the wall, as hard as he can::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks the men over before stopping at the woman pilot:: All: I appreciate the lift. Would have been a long swim otherwise.
<Trila_Solahn> @Woman: Yes... thank you.... ::turns to look away from Ian::
<Man> @ ::looks to the others then to Ian:: Ian: We wasn't sure what happened. We were out doing a survey of the damages to the city when we saw your vessel go down.

ACTION:: Brask manages to get his fingers between the sliding door and the doorway, but peels the flesh off of them in the process, revealing the metal frame underneath::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks back at the man:: Man: It was the debris from the atmosphere... it stuck to our hull and made our ship too heavy.... I
  had a hard enough time trying to keep it under control...
<Man> @ ::looks to Trila:: Trila: I'm sure you did. You're lucky to still be alive.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods in agreement:: Man: Yeah... I'm glad I am....
<Brask> :: frowns at the lack of flesh on his hands now but ignores it and takes a deep breath, before trying to pull the door open hard::

@ACTION:: It isn't long, and the watercraft slows as it enters the harbor. Minutes later, it slides up to a dock, and the men quickly jump out to secure the craft::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::rises to her feet, laying the wet blanket down on her seat as she waits to get off::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::stands up to get off the craft::
<Woman> @ Both: Wait. You aren't cleared to enter the city yet. ::turns to her terminal and makes a communication to someone::

ACTION:: Brask manages to bend the door enough to create a gap, but nothing large enough to get through.::

<Trila_Solahn> @ :: pauses and waits::
<Brask> :: looks through the gap, frowning when he spots the field:: Oh come on! :: grabs the door again, putting all his strength, weight, and anger into trying to widen the gap::
<Woman> @ ::looks back to the two, then holds up a data pad towards them, then returns to her terminal, and a couple minutes later she turns back to them again:: Both: You are to wait on the dock and not go anywhere. Someone will be here to collect you.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Woman: Thanks.

ACTION:: Brasks bends the door even further, and further still. He bends it a bit too far, though, and it comes in contact with the force field, sending a high voltage through the door and himself. The jolt throws him back against the opposite wall and short circuits the field outside. The door shows signs of melting::

<Kahlan> ::screams as she sees Brask shocked again and thrown across his cell::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods and jumps off the craft to the dock:: Trila: You coming?
<Brask> :: slams into the back wall and shakes his head a few moments later, growling angrily and moving back to the door::
<Kahlan> ::stares through her window, noticing the look on his face and knowing what to expect::

ACTION:: The short circuit causes an alarm to sound and guards enter the corridor again. They stop at Brask's cell and try to figure out how the damage happened.::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::gets onto the dock and rounds on Ian, slapping him hard across the face:: Ian: That's for the complaint ... AND for calling me insane.... ::storms up the dock, but not going too far to let them think that she's leaving. She sits herself down on a bench and waits::

@ACTION:: The men look at Ian after Trila's scene, before jumping back into the craft::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::grins:: Men: She's still got spunk, after crashing us here. ::chuckles and rubs his cheek::

@ACTION:: The watercraft speeds away, leaving Ian and Trila alone::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::feels better for having done that as she sits quietly to herself, shivering slightly in her wet outfit::
<Brask> :: smirks at the guards and moves quickly to the side of the door, waiting::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::walks to her and spreads a blanket across her shoulders:: Trila: I guess from your point of view, I deserved that.

ACTION:: The guards point their weapons at the gap in the door and call for reinforcements::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::scowls and looks at him over her shoulder as she tugs on the blanket and turns away from him:: Ian: Good then. I guess I slapped some sense into you....
<Kahlan> ::stands by her window, watching, and feeling completely helpless::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Don't get carried away. If I had a blaster, I would have shot you for that. Just be happy that we are alive after all we went through. Let the little poo doo go. Got it?

ACTION:: The corridor is soon filled with guards, and a few technicians move in to try and repair the damages enough so the door can be opened.::


<Trila_Solahn> @Ian: If you had a blaster, you would have missed... ::turns away and doesn't let him see the wry grin on her face::
<Brask> :: stays where he is, waiting for his chance::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: shakes his head, knowing she is a lost cause:: Self: I wonder who will be coming to collect us. ::looks around at the damaged city around him::

ACTION:: Sparks fly just before the technicians finish the door. They quickly move back, as the guards fill the doorway with their weapons.::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::tugs the blanket around her tighter, wishing she was drier as she flicks some of the hair out of her face::

ACTION:: As soon as the technicians are out of the corridor, another cell door opens just before Brask's cell door is opened the rest of the way::

@ACTION:: The sound of a vessel approaching can be heard. When they look for it, they spot a small shuttle round the corner of a building, and decend towards them.::

%$%$% END EPISODE TWELVE %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Thirteen

EPISODE THIRTEEN:
Kahlan and Brask are in holding cells at the moment. Brask has damaged his cell, and guards are there to move him to another one. Will they be able to move Brask safely? Will the new cell hold him, or will he just damage that one as well?
Meanwhile, Ian and Trila are on a dock on the Trelina harbor. A small shuttle is headed for them. Are the people in the shuttle someone who they want to meet, or should they run for their lives?
Still unknown to the Pinnacle Inc. group, Dimitri Shashikov and all of the Commodore's officials have decided what must be done to release the Commodore from the Field Marshall's side of the border. They also have a plan for what happens if he is found dead or dies while being released.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE THIRTEEN %$%$%

<Brask_Key`far> :: stays on the side of the door, staying out of sight, waiting::
<Kahlan> ::stays at her window, watching::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks up at the shuttle approaching::

ACTION:: The guards stand their ground, until they are ready for the transfer::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks over to Trila and then up towards the shuttle::

@ACTION:: The shuttle is flying erratcially, and fast. It suddenly dives down low and levels out. As it makes a slight banking maneuver, it looks like it is going to run Trila and Ian down where they stand::

<Brask_Key`far> :: looks down at his slightly flattened metal fingers and smirks, flexing his muscles, still waiting for the chance to strike::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks at the shuttle, then to Trila again:: Trila: Get down! :: dives towards her::

ACTION:: The other cell is done being prepped for him, and the guards make a path for him to that room::

<Guard> Brask: OK, Let's go. We can do this the hard way or the easy way.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::is thrown down by Ian and lands flat on the ground with an "oomph!"::

@ACTION:: The shuttle slows and stops right before it reaches their position... about two meters... and lands gently on the dock::

<Brask_Key`far> :: smirks again, taking a deep breath before speaking, sounding like the normal, passive Brask:: Guards: I do not wish to harm any of you, I was simply upset at being imprisoned. But how do I know you don't intend to simply kill me?
<Guard> Brask: You will not be harmed if you cooperate with us. If you attack, you will be killed.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks up from her position on the ground as she scowls:: Ian: SOmeone ought to teach that pilot how to drive!
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::gets up:: Trila: Maybe he intended to test us on our reactions.
<Brask_Key`far> Guards: I understand. I will cooperate. :: smirks and rushes out the door as fast and as low as possible, attempting to grab the nearest guard and use him as a shield::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks at him oddly:: Ian: Well he got a reaction... if he's laughing behind that viewscreen, I'll knock his lights out

ACTION:: Brask manages to grapple one of the guards, but the other guards around him open fire on him, at point blank range. The end result is devastating to Brask, and causes him to go offline, before becoming too damaged to self-repair::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: I'd like a front row seat to that one, myself. :: brushes himself off, and waits for someone to come out.::
<Kahlan> ::sees Brask go down and not get back up and pounds on the door of her cell, screaming at the top of her lungs::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::stands in front of the shuttle and steps to one side, looking for the door, waiting for someone to emerge::

@ACTION:: A hatch pops open and a short ladder lowers to the dock. A set of legs exitting can be seen, just before they hit the ground. Moments later, a man shows his face, with a smile on it::

<Trila_Solahn> @ :: sees the smile and balls her fist as she steps toward. She swings at him and punches him before she gets a good look at him:: Smiling man: You idiot! Don't you EVER do that again!
<Man> @ :: steps forward:: Both: You didn't have to do that. I had it under control. I do it all the time.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::scoffs:: Man: Oh like we knew that!
<Man> @ Trila: You need to take care of your anger management, lady.

ACTION:: The guards clear the wounded and then drag Brask out of the corridor, and out of Kahlan's sight. From the looks of it, they believe Brask to be dead.::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smiles sweetly:: Man: What Anger Management? I feel fine now... ::shrugs and heads into the shuttle::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::just stands back and lets Trila make another mess of things::
<Kahlan> ::loses the last bit of control instilled into her from childhood and beats furiously on the door, crying hysterically::

ACTION:: Two guards return to Kahlan's door and one pushes a button on the control panel::

<Guard> *Kahlan*: You better cool it in there, or you will end up like your friend.
<Man> @ ::looks to Ian:: Ian: She always like that?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Man: You don't know the half of it.
<Kahlan> ::yells, still crying and angry:: *Guard*: Why should you care? I can't hurt your door, so who cares what I do in here?
<Guard> ::looks to the other one:: *Kahlan*: Your friend did a good job on that other door. How do we know you can't do the same?
<Man> @ ::nods:: Ian: Well, let's get going. You have some important people to meet. ::heads back to the shuttle::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::follows the man into the shuttle and finds a seat::
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head, grief and despair overcoming her anger in a real hurry:: *Guard*: Brask was special. There is no one else I know like him. Don't you think if I could have done that I would have helped him? I loved him..
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::takes a seat in the shuttle and settles herself in:: Man: Who are you anyway?
<Man> @ ::takes his seat:: Trila: You don't need to know. I'm just to pick you up and drop you off. Nothing more.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::makes a small scowl and settles into her seat. She's almost glad she doesn't have to drive for a change.... given what happened.... almost::

@ACTION:: The shuttle lifts off and spins around to head back where it came, and moments later it is slipping in and out between broken up buildings, and through torn up streets. The shuttle has quite a few near misses, but never gets a scratch. After several minutes of this, the shuttle slows and lands on a pad, that has been rebuilt::

<Guard> ::shrugs and lets go of the button:: Partner: Let's leave her to her own grief. ::turns and leads the way back out of the corridor::
<Kahlan> ::watches them go through her tears, then leans against the wall and sags to the floor, sobbing and curling up in a ball in the corner::

ACTION:: The guards drag Brask into a room that is bare, except for a table in the middle and bright lights above it. They heft him onto the table and leave the room::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: waits until the shuttle has come to a full rest before getting out of his seat:: Man: Thanks for the lift. I hope I should be thanking you. ::still not sure who they are to meet::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::glances out the viewscreen, but doesn't say anything. After all they've been through, she's glad she's safe at the moment and heading back into the thick of things... hopefully it won't be the wrong thick::
<Man>@ ::opens the hatch from his console:: Both: Your welcome. Just give a good word for me. ::winks to Trila::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks back at him and smirks:: Man: If I had your name, I might recommend you....
<Man> @ ::shrugs:: Trila: No big deal. ::looks to the hatch:: Now get out.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::exits the shuttle and looks around before walking away from it::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::chuckles to herself and climbs out the hatch onto the platform::
<Trila_Solahn> @Ian: You don't have any idea where we are, do you? ::looks around::

@ACTION:: The pad is empty except for two men near the exit. As soon as Ian and Trila are clear, the hatch closes and the shuttle lifts off again::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Yeah, not too far from where we first landed on this rock. ::spots the two men... one looking familiar, but hard to tell from the distance::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::heads for the exit of the launch pad:: Ian: WEll, that's a good thing right? It's possible the right people picked us up then
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: I've learned to always be on my guard. I recommend the same to you. ::heads for the two men, at a casual pace::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: Of course... in this place... you don't know what's gonna happen next
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: In all places. Even your closest friends can turn on you. ::keeps his eyes on the two men ahead of him::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::gives him an odd look:: Ian: You sound like you speak from experience
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::just nods, not elaborating on what he said or why he is nodding to her::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::continues to walk toward the men::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: The one on the right. Does he look familiar?
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: picks up on Ian's suspiciousness and she becomes curious herself as she squints to get a better look at the man::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::continues to walk toward them, her pace never faltering as she stops squinting:: Ian: At this distance, I can't really tell for sure... but he does have a face I think I've seen before

ACTION:: A man is followed into the room by another man. Both dressed as doctors. One walks up to the table and looks down at Brask, while the other one moves to a wall panels and opens it to reveal sterile tools::

<Doc1> Doc2: They really did a job on this one. Looks like it will be another all-nighter.
<Will> @ :: fidgets slightly and yawns. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::keeps walking, not giving a hint that he is expecting anything to happen at the moment's notice:: Trila: Guess we will find out when we get closer.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::keeps walking:: Ian: Mmm hmm...
<Dimitri Shashikov> @ Will: Stop fidgeting. I know these people and have dealt with their types before. They will go along with our plan. ::keeps his eyes on the approaching figures::

ACTION:: Both men stand on either side of the table and one hands the other a circular saw looking tool::

<Doc2> ::looks Brask over:: Doc1: You think they might be wrong about this one?
<Will> @ Dimitri: Sorry, I'm always a little fidgity, you know that.
<Doc1> ::chuckles:: Doc2: You got eyes. Look at him. He's stone cold dead. Take a pulse if it'll make you feel better.

@ACTION:: The two finally get within 3 meters of Dimitri and Will::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::Stops at the 3 meter mark::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::follows Ian's lead and her features darken as she sees Dimitri::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Dimitri: I see you are back in your territory. Where are the rest of our group?

ACTION:: Both men have a good chuckle over the conversation, but it's short lived, as they tend to get on with business::

<Will> @ :: shifts his weight from one leg to the other, and then back again, visibly nervous, or hyper. ::
<Dimitri Shashikov> @ ::looks them both over:: Both: You two look in need of some clean clothes and some washing up. ::turns to Ian:: Ian: We can talk about that later. First, let's get you cleaned up. ::nods to Will and leads them thru the exit::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::sighs and follows along::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::moves reluctantly with Ian and Dimitri::
<Doc1> ::takes the saw and begins cutting into Brask's chest, but stops after the saw suddenly breaks off inside:: Doc2: What the....?!
<Doc2> ::jumps back for a moment, then looks over into the open wound:: Doc1: This is impossible!

ACTION:: At that moment, Brask's eyes open up and he shoves Doc2's face into the broken saw blade in his chest, killing him instantly, while at the same time, grabbing Doc1 by the throat::

<Brask_Key`far> :: grins at the first Doc as he holds him by the throat, standing and lifting him up:: Doc1: Always make sure your enemy is completely dead, rule 3. :: slams him against the wall, hard::

@ACTION:: The four of them leave the pad and hop into a speeder, which takes them to yet another, less damaged, building. Inside, they are led to a room with accommodations and clothing. From what Dimitri tells them, they will have to share the room for the time being, for lack of more repaired rooms.::

ACTION:: Doc1 now has a broken neck and slumps to the floor, dead. Doc2 had fallen to the floor once Brask sat upright::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks around the room and scowls at the clothing, however she's reluctantly admitted that her leather suit is a gonner. The thought of buying another one makes her feel a little better though as she picks up her fresh clothing and looks for somewhere to change::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks at the two dead Docs and smirks:: Di'kute. :: quickly looks around the room for anything that could be used as a weapon::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks the room over after their hosts leave:: Trila: You can have the lavatory first. I'll wait out here until then.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smiles weakly at him:: Ian: Thanks... ::and heads into the washroom::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks over the clothes on the shelf and sighs, before starting to remove his own::
<Brask_Key`far> :: grins as he spots the tool panel, taking anything sharp and putting them into his pockets, before taking two of the larger saws, one in each hand, and moving to the door::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: peels off her outfit and turns on the shower, letting the warm water run over her hand. She lets out a long sigh and steps in... letting it wash off every inch of dirt and sea water::

ACTION:: The corridor outside the room is empty for the moment, and which way back to Kahlan or to an exit is unknown::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns as he tries to figure out where to go and decides to just follow rule six:: Self: If lost in enemy territory, find someone who knows the way and 'persuade' them to tell you. :: picks a direction and heads that way as quietly as possible, alert, listening and watching for any sign of life::
<Dimitri Shashikov> @ ::walks with Will to an office and takes a seat at a table:: Will: So, what do you think so far?
<Will> @ Dimitri: Think about what? :: again, fidgets slightly. ::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::lets the water rinse her hair out and gives it a quick wash with a small bar of soap. Rinses herself off and gets out of the shower, grabbing the first towel she sees::
<Dimitri Shashikov> @ ::sighs and sits back:: Will: Those two you just met. You think they gave a good first impression?
<Will> @ Dimitri: Oh, you know me. I'm not so good with first impressions. I don't make em, and I can't ever determine them. Prolly from years of people dealing with, well, you know.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::undressed and waiting outside the lavatory, leaning against the wall::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::wraps her hair in a towel and tugs on her clothing, then exits the room:: Ian: Okay... I'm done.. you're next
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods and enters the lavatory, heading straight for the shower::
<Dimitri Shashikov> @ ::frowns:: Will: Alright. Do you think they will be capable to help you on this mission?

ACTION:: Brask moves down the corridor and comes to a double sliding door, that does not open automatically when he approaches, and no windows to tell what is on the other side.::

<Keyan> <Will> @ Dimitri: Sure, just so long I don't bother em any they should do fine.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and considers forcing open the door, but decides to play it safe this time and simply knocks, remembering how well the direct approach worked in the cell::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::scrubs up quickly, not missing anything... and finishes up after rinsing off... once out of the shower, he washes out his mouth and scrubs his face once more, then dries off completely, before going back out to the room and putting on the new clothes::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::is drying her hair as she spies Ian emerge from the room. She winces:: Ian: Please... put a towel on will you? Seeing you naked once is bad enough
<Dimitri Shashikov> @ ::shakes his head:: Will: You bother them? It's your mission. Not theirs. They are only coming along because they have something in stake for themselves, and helping you will get them what they are looking for. At least thats what they will think.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Don't worry. I won't be without clothes for long. Last time we had no choice.

ACTION:: Brask's knocks do nothing but echo in his corridor::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::chuckles:: Ian: You had to remind me... that's one episode I won't be talking about... 'specially with Simon....
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::still tucking in his shirt:: Trila: Simon?
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and lets out a frustrated growl, before putting one of the saws away and trying to use the other to pry open the doors::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::hadn't realized she spoke his name and shrugs:: Ian: Someone special...
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods, and finishes getting dressed::

ACTION:: The saw budges the doors, but breaks before it can get them apart more than a centimeter::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::finishes drying her hair, suddenly missing him more than she did before. Lets out a sigh as she feels more determined to figure out the end to this mission and get back to him::
<Brask_Key`far> :: lets out another growl and looks for a control panel::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::takes a seat in a chair:: Trila: Don't worry. We will finish this and get back soon. This isn't the worst assignment I've been on.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smirks as she brushes out her hair and ties it back from her face:: Ian: Yeah, I've been on worse too... though this one is pretty bad...
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Trila: I guess those big lizards weren't too nice, but they weren't too bright either. Though we run against blocks, we do manage to get through them easily.
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to one of the two panels and finds the open command, pushing it::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::grins:: Ian: That's cause we know what we're doing... ::winks and turns, sitting in another chair, looking at him quizzically:: What do you think of thid Dimitri guy? He doesn't quite turn the clock right with me...

ACTION:: The doors open all the way, and what is left of the saw falls to the floor with a clang::

<Brask_Key`far> :: takes out the second saw and peeks through the doors, before moving quietly through them::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks into her eyes, seriously:: Trila: I think he is out for one thing and one thing only. I think he wants to help keep the Commodore in control, so he can have a clear and free swat at whatever he does. Without the Commodore, I think he is just another officer in a long line of them.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods in agreement:: Ian: I wonder what he has in store for us now... I can't help but think that Kahlan and Brask aren't doing so hot...

<Ian_Hawkins> ACTION:: The corridor behind the doors is straight for about ten meters and then splits into a "Y". One way is lined with offices, and othe other has very few doors::[/col]

<Brask_Key`far> :: takes the turn towards the offices and picks one at random, pushing the chime on it, or knocking if there isn't one::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Last I knew, they were out surveying the damaged areas of the planet. They could be out there doing just that. I'm not too sure how Dimitri got back here though. He was with them.

ACTION:: No one answers::

<Brask_Key`far> :: growls and moves on to the next::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: Exactly. Wasn't he supposed to be helping them?
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods:: Trila: Last I knew. I think our first question is how he is here and where the others are.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns as his fourth try opens to reveal an empty office but enters anyway, searching quickly for anything useful, specifically actual weapons, before moving to the terminal, assuming there is one::
<Dimitri Shashikov> @ ::leans over to a console and speaks into it, then looks back to Will:: Will: They should be here soon. Anything you want to say before they get here?

@ACTION:: The door to the room opens, and a woman asks them to follow her to the office::

<Will> @ :: shakes his head, which could have been just a fidget save for his answer. :: Dimitri: Nah, I'm ok with em.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks to Ian and follows the woman::

ACTION:: The display changes colors and the layout for the entire floor shows up, but nothing about holding cells::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::gets up and follows the woman, feeling odd in the new clothes::
<Brask_Key`far> :: tries to quickly memorize the layout before looking for a command to see other floors, or anything relating to security and holding cells::

ACTION:: The terminal display changes colors again, and another floor is displayed. Again, nothing about holding cells::

<Brask_Key`far> :: growls and begins flipping quickly through the floor layouts, looking for the cells he is sure are there somewhere::

@ACTION:: The woman leads them down the corridor and around the corner, down another corridor and to a set of doors at the end of it. There, the woman opens the doors and motions for them to enter::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::enters the room quietly::

ACTION:: The first layout was for the current floor, the second for the floor above that, and the next the floor below the current one. This time there are two corridors with holding cells in them.::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::enters the room to see Dimitri and Will:: Dimitri: Thank you for the clothes.
<Brask_Key`far> :: quickly tries to memorize that layout as well and quickly flips back to the first layout, looking for the nearest lift to his location::
<Dimitri Shashikov> @ ::nods and waves for them to sit down:: Both: Please, have a seat. I will answer all of your questions in due time. Until then, I have a proposition for you to hear.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::sits back in her seat and looks at him expectantly, curious to hear what he has to say as she nods::
<Kahlan> ::still huddled in the corner of her cell, Kahlan's sobs slowly taper off as grief and the stress of the past few days take their toll and she drifts off into a fitful sleep::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::takes a seat, as the doors to the office close:: Dimitri: It had better be quick. We have a job to do.
<Brask_Key`far> :: grins as he spots the nearest lift and leaves the terminal hurrying out of the office and towards the direction of the lift, still keeping that saw handy of course, in case he runs into trouble::
<Dimitri Shashikov> @ ::gives a smile:: Ian: Not to worry. I am sure you will approve.

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Fourteen

EPISODE FOURTEEN:
Kahlan is still in her holding cell, while Brask is making his way through the corridors to reach her, and possibly help her get out.
Meanwhile, Ian and Trila have met up with Dimitri and Will. They have been told the plan to enter the Field Marshall's territory and break out Brask, Kahlan and the Commodore. Will is to lead the mission. Since Brask and Kahlan's lives are at stake, they readily agree to go in.

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<Dimitri_Shashikov> @ ::stands from his seat behind his desk:: All: Then good luck on your mission. I'm sure you will succeed. If not, then may the heavens help us all.
<Brask_Key`far> :: watches the lift doors close, pushing the button for the level where he saw the holding cells on the layout, stepping to the side of the doors, just in case::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::stands and looks to Trila and Will:: Dimitri: Yes, well, it seems we have little choice, no matter what your heavens do.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::Smirks at Dimitri:: Dimitri: There is no.. "not"... I plan to succeed...
<Will> @ :: twitches slightly, but stays silent. ::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> @ ::grins:: All: Just bring them back in one piece. ::looks to Will and gives him a nod:: Will: You know what to do.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::turns to leave the room, looking from Dimitri to Will and then turning for the door again::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::frowns and heads for the exit::
<Will> @ :: nods and leads the way out of the room, being closest to the door. ::
<Brask_Key`far> :: flexes his muscles, waiting on the lift doors to open once more::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Will: How do you intend to get into the territory, let alone the hospital?

ACTION:: The lift stops abruptly and the doors slide open quickly. Beyond the doors, the corridor is quiet. The corridor is only ten meters long, and then breaks off into four other corridors, each lined with holding cells::

<Brask_Key`far> :: peeks around the edge of the open lift doors before entering the corridor, moving quickly and quietly down it to the fork and taking the right branch, looking for Kahlan's cell::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks at Will, wondering how he's going to answer::

ACTION:: Brask can see what was once his cell, since the repaired damage sets it off from the rest::

<Will> @ Ian: Don't you fret now, but I do hope you like walking. And I hope you learned how to shoot from the Merc company you work for. :: pops his knuckles loudly, another annoying habit that tended to anger people very quickly. ::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks across the hall from his damaged cell, moving to the cell he remembers Kahlan being in::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks through the window, trying to see her inside::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Will: Don't worry about us. We can manage just fine, as long as we get a weapon to use. As you can see, we are currently unarmed.
<Brask_Key`far> :: spots Kahlan and waves, since he doubts she could hear him from in there and he would rather not alert any nearby guards just yet::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::raises her eyebrows at his comments and glances at Ian giving him a "is this guy for real" look. She nods at Ian's words:: Will: Exactly. Give us some weapons and leave the shooting to us...
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns, looking for the door control console::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::keeps walking:: Will: I doubt Shashikov would send only you with us. You have friends to bring along?

ACTION:: The door controls are on either side of the door, and easily seen... however, codes are enforced in this facility::

<Will> @ Both: We'll get you some when we reach the border. I can't let you walk around armed here. :: his had moves quickly to the back of his head, where he makes to fan away an insect that wasn't there. ::
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to the controls, looking for a comm unit::
<Trila_Solahn> @ Will: Can I ask why?
<Brask_Key`far> :: tries to activate the comm unit to get Kahlan's attention but finds it secured, frowning:: I need these codes.. :: grins as he gets an idea and hurries down the corridor, looking for a guard or anyone living that might have the codes he needs::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::shakes his head at Will's words and actions, but remains quiet as he waits for an answer to the questions... questions he thinks he should have asked Dimitri::
<Will> @ Trila: You can ask, but I can't answer. :: he smiles, and swats at the insect again. ::

ACTION:: Before Brask makes it to the end of that corridor, he can hear the lift doors opening again, and some hushed talking::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks to Trila:: Will: So it's just us then?
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to face the direction of the lift, moving to the corner and trying to peek around quickly without showing himself::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::scowls visably at Will and narrows her eyes as she gets annoyed with his answer. She watches him bat at something and only grows more tempered. She looks to see what he's swatting at in case it gives her an excuse to swat it herself and hit him in the process::
<Will> @ Ian: We will be meeting the rest of my team at the border. Is that all? :: Looks at Trila, then back to Ian, all the while leading them out of the building. ::

ACTION:: Brask can see two guards moving along the wall towards him. Timing seems to be on his side, because the moment he peeked, was the moment the first guard looked back to speak to the other one.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: pulls his head back, waiting until he hears their footsteps get close enough to make his move::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Will: How many you have? ::hopes it's a good sized group::

@ACTION:: The three find their way to an exit and outside is a waiting speeder, with a driver in it.::

<Guard1> ::slowly moves to the corner and looks back once more:: Guard2: Whatever you do, don't wound him. Go for the kill.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::sighs as she once again sees she doesn't get to drive. Looks to the speeder, then to Will and Ian::
<Guard2> ::nods to Guard1::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::lets Will take the lead::
<Brask_Key`far> :: counts off three more seconds silently before spinning around the corner towards the guards, attempting to get a quick kill on one guard with his saw, aiming for his throat, and grab the second with his free hand::

ACTION:: The second guard spurts blood all over the first guard before falling to the floor. The first guard feels the tight grip around his neck and gasps for breath, not being able to see due to the blood in his eyes::

<Brask_Key`far> :: lifts the guard off of his feet, looking to see if he has a pistol on his belt or any type of weapon better than the saw::
<Guard1> ::kicks and girgles, as he brings his rifle up to fire::
<Brask_Key`far> :: puts his saw away in a pocket and grabs that guard's rifle, pinning the living guard to the wall and pointing it at him, loosening his grip slightly so that the man can breath, needing him alive, for now::

@ACTION:: Will hops into the speeder and looks to the others to do the same. He then gives directions to the driver::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks at Ian and then hops into the speeder::
<Guard1> ::reaches out for the rifle, but holds back once he finds it pointed at him::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::gets in and shakes his head, not liking having no choices::

@ACTION:: The speeder takes off quickly and zips through the city streets. Minutes later, it slows as it comes to a checkpoint. As it stops, Will hops out and greets three other men, all decked out with weaponry::

<Brask_Key`far> Guard1: Alright, here is how this is going to work, you are going to tell me the codes to the cell doors, or I hink up something that makes you beg me to shoot you. Got it?
<Guard1> ::shakes his head, and talks with a raspy voice:: Brask: No way. I'd rather die.
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: doesn't move as she says in a low voice only Ian can hear:: Ian: Maybe now they'll give us something to shoot with
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::gets out of the speeder and stands next to it, not following Will all the way to the men::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sighs, dropping the rifle's aim to shoot the guard's left knee:: Guard1: Wrong answer.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: If they don't, I'll have to take one of theirs. Like it or not.
<Guard1> ::screams in pain, squirming to get away::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: I'm really not liking this guy... not to mention there's something else going on here that doesn't add up
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Just don't count on them to help us. Trusting these guys would be a mistake, if you ask me.
<Brask_Key`far> :: brings the rifle to aim at the guard's chest once more:: Guard1: Now let's try that again. The codes, if you please. :: grins wickedly::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods:: Ian: You sensed that too, huh?
<Guard1> ::shakes his head "no" and bites his lip as tears wash the blood from his eyes::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks to her:: Trila: No need to be mean. ::moves towards the men::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head, dropping the rifle once more to shoot the man's right knee:: Guard1: You'd better tell me before I start enjoying this too much.
<Guard1> ::still bites his lip and says nothing::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::gives Ian an odd look at his response and shakes her head as she climbs out of the speeder too::

@ACTION:: One of the men head into the checkpoint shack and returns with two blaster rifles and a six frag grenades. He holds them out to Ian, who has just gotten within distance to take them::

<Brask_Key`far> :: slings the rifle over his shoulder onto his back and, keeping his grip on the man with one hand, grabs the guard's hand with his freehand, before breaking one of his fingers:: Guard1: I could do this all day you know. :: sounds like he really could::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::takes the two rifles and slings them over his shoulder, then takes the grenades:: Agent1: Thanks.
<Guard1> ::screams out in pain once more, spit flying out of his mouth as he does::
<Agent1> @ Ian: No problem. Just be sure to stay out of our way. ::walks over to join his friends::
<Brask_Key`far> Guard1: That's the funny thing about humans, you can break almost every bone in their body besides certain key ones, and they won't die, at least not right away. :: grins again:: Now, are you going to tell me what I want to know? :: takes hold of the man's next finger:: Or do I continue?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::leans against the speeder and folds her arms, waiting for Ian to finish talking with the agents::
<Guard1> :: breathes hard to catch his breath, but finds the strength to say something:: Brask: Go ask your bantha of a mother. ::spits in Brask's face::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::watches the agent and shakes his head, turning to see Trila watching him:: Trila: What? You wanted something?
<Brask_Key`far> :: his grin widens, showing sharp teeth:: Guard1: I don't have a mother. :: breaks the man's next finger, taking hold of the remaining two on that hand::

ACTION:: The guard screams briefly, before fainting from reaching his pain threshold::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::thinks that Ian better have some kind of an "act" up his sleeve this time or he's gonna get another flogging if he doesn't stop being rude to her. In response to his question she merely shrugs:: Ian: Just waiting on you, when you're ready... ::nods to the blasters in his hands:: I'll have one of those too when you're ready as well...
<Brask_Key`far> :: watches the man go limp and growls in frustration:: Fierfek! Weak humans. :: grumbles, tightening his grip on the man's neck as much as he can, sqeezing::
<Will> @ ::leaves the men and walks over to Trila and Ian:: Both: OK, the diversion is about to start. Get ready to move fast. ::turns back towards his men, but looks back:: Oh, and try not to trip and fall. There are mines out there. ::grins and walks on::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: plays along, but says nothing for the moment::

ACTION:: The guard's neck snaps, as Brask tightens a bit too hard::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::moves to Trila and hands her a rifle and three grenades:: Trila: Use these sparingly.
<Brask_Key`far> :: releases the now dead man's neck, letting the body drop to the floor, before picking up the second rifle and moving back to Kahlan's cell, trying to figure out how to get the door open::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::nods and takes the rifle and grenades, storing them on her belt::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: pulls his rifle from his shoulder and checks the charge:: Trila: Mine's full, how's yours?
<Brask_Key`far> :: stands off to the side of the door to Kahlan's cell and shrugs, taking a shot at it with one of the rifles::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::checks her rifle and nods:: Ian: To the brim...

@ACTION:: Without warning, the sounds of artillery fills the air and weapons fire can be heard all around::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::instinctively ducks near the speeder::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::turns to see Will and the agents heading out:: Trila: Let's go! ::rushes to follow::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::follows quickly after Ian::

ACTION:: The shot bounces off the force field and slams in the wall across the corridor::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and sighs:: It's never easy.. :: moves back to the door controls, looking them over once more:: Come on, think, there has to be a way to open this.

@ACTION:: The terrain is rough, as deep holes and upheaved roads fill the path they have to take. Ahead of them they can see returned blaster fire and a fence with one opening in the middle::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: hops over a large chunk of pavement, and dives into a hole, just as blaster fire slices the air above his head::
<Trila_Solahn> @ :: drops to a roll down a hole just as blaster fire sweeps across her shoulder. She waits for it to stop before peeking through a crack in the rock before her. She is only a few feet away from Ian and can see him::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::crawls on his back towards the top of the hole, and peeks over the edge, to see Will and two of the three men rushing to another hole before blaster fire sweeps that area::

@ACTION:: The diversion does it's job, as the weapons fire becomes lighter, and the Field Marshall's men begin to back off::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks over at Ian, and watches for his signal to get moving again::
<Brask_Key`far> :: stares at the console's interface, thinking about how to break the codes, sliding his hands over it, and idly tapping the keys, but not enough to actually push them::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::takes the opportunity to jump over the top and make a dash for Will and his men::

ACTION:: Brask suddenly goes blank and his fingers begin to tap on the keys by themselves, as his deep programming takes over. Minutes later, the blankness goes away and the force field drops. The door button flashes as unlocked::

<Trila_Solahn> @ ::crawls on her belly and slips through a hole in the debris as she follows Ian::
<Will> @ ::sees Ian running towards their position:: Agent1: Great! Here comes another dead man. Cover him. :: begins laying down fire::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks at the console, raising an eyebrow:: What in the Emperor's black heart? :: shrugs and pushes the command to open the door::

ACTION:: The door to the cell slides open, revealing a sleeping Kahlan::

<Brask_Key`far> :: stays at the door but raises his voice:: Kahlan: Time to go.
<Kahlan> ::turns over in her sleep, mumbling something::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ :: dives into the hole that the men are in:: Will: You like taking the long way around, or are the mines keeping you from moving faster?
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::catches up with Ian and slips into the hole they are in::
<Agent1> @ All: We better move before they start up again. ::gets ready to put out more cover fire::
<Brask_Key`far> :: speaks a little louder:: Kahlan: Come on! We have to get out of here!
<Kahlan> ::opens her eyes and blinks, scrambling up off the floor and staring at Brask in shock:: Brask: I thought you were dead! What happened to you??
<Will> @ ::nods to Agent1 and swats at something non-existent in front of his face:: All: Let's go! ::heads out::
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Lots. :: tosses her one of the rifles:: But we'll talk about that later, for now we need to get out of here. :: steps away from the door so that she can get out::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: After you. ::grins::
<Kahlan> ::catches the rifle and nods, about to run to his arms, but changes her mind at the sight of the saw blade and just heads for the door:: Brask: I think I'll wait til we get rid of that blade to give you a hug.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::smirks at Ian and moves off after Will & the agents::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks down at the blade and grins:: Kahlan: Forgot about that, made a nice weapon in a pinch though. :: pointing to the blood staining the blade, before gripping it with his freehand:: No need for it now though. :: yanks the blade out of his chest swiftly producing a couple of small sparks and blacking out, falling flat on the floor::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::fires cover fire as he follows behind::
<Kahlan> ::rushes to Brask and kneels beside him, shaking him:: Brask: Wake up....we have to leave... :: peers anxiously out the door::
<Brask_Key`far> :: his eyes flash open and he sits up slowly, looking around before smiling at Kahlan:: Kahlan: It seems I blacked out again. :: his tone sounding calm and passive once more::
<Kahlan> ::smiles:: Brask: Yes you did, but not before freeing me. ::hugs him tightly::
<Brask_Key`far> :: hugs her back, before noticing the rifle in his hands and setting it down on the floor, frowning:: Kahlan: Wait, I freed you?

@ACTION:: The group slips through the opening and into a nearby building that has been partially destroyed by the bombardments in the past::

<Kahlan> Brask: Yes, you did. You were all different like in the lab again.
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow:: Kahlan: Different? :: looks down at himself, frowning at all of the damage:: It seems I have received some injuries as well.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::slides inside and spots the agents and Will discussing their next moves:: All: Mind if we get included in this?
<Kahlan> Brask: Quite a few. All of which I can repair...well, the damage to your flesh anyway... But we need to get out of here first.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and stands, leaving the rifle on the floor::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::moves up beside Ian:: All: Yes, it would help if we knew what we were doing
<Will> @ ::looks over to Trila and Ian:: Both: I told you not to hold us up. We already lost one and don't intend on losing more. ::swats at the air again::
<Kahlan> Brask: I know you'd rather not have it, but you might need that rifle.
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Kahlan: No, I won't. :: moves out of the cell, looking around::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::nods and looks over to Trila, a he moves closer to the others:: Trila: As if we caused his death.
<Kahlan> ::shrugs and picks up the rifle, strapping it over her shoulder, and follows Brask out of her cell::
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::scoffs:: Ian: I wouldn't mind... less of them to annoy us... ::looks at him:: Should we try and find them ourselves?
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to head back towards the lift, rounding the corner and spotting the guards, freezing in his tracks::
<Will> @ ::looks at the data pad that Agent2 is holding:: All: OK, change in plans. We take this route to the hospital and slip in the side entrance, here. :: points and traces the path:: They shouldn't be expecting that. ::swats at the air again::
<Kahlan> ::walks around the corner behind Brask and stares at the guards::
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to the guard, crouching to look them over, hearing a soft metal clank and reaching into his pockets, finding the saw and various other sharp objects he'd taken from the examination room, dropping them on the floor, horrified::
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::shakes his head to Trila's question and looks at the path Will has chosen:: Will: I'm sure that you guys can handle the troops that they have lined down that street. Right?
<Kahlan> ::frowns, knowing this isn't easy for him:: Brask: It's all right. Just pass them by. You were a different person when you did this, if you did this.
<Will> @ ::looks at Ian and swats the air before looking back to his men:: All: That's the plan. Move out.
<Trila_Solahn> @ ::looks at Will strangely and then to Ian, leaning in to whisper as they move out:: Will: Does he seem a bit.. strange to you? Like he's swatting an invisible fly...
<Brask_Key`far> :: stays where he is, staring at the guards, his voice low when he finally speaks:: Kahlan: I did this.. How could I do this? :: looks down at his hands, before scrambling back away from the dead guards, standing and pressing up against the far wall::

ACTION:: The lift arrives once again and the doors open, revealing four guards, armed with rifles. When they see Brask and Kahlan, they are completely suprised::

<Ian_Hawkins> @ Trila: Probably just nerves. They have been at war for a while now, it seems. ::shakes his head at the bad decision on Will's part::
<Kahlan> Brask: No you did not. It was not you. I've seen the difference remember? You're totally not... :: breaks off as the lift opens and raises her rifle, pointing it at the guards:: Guards: Drop your weapons
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to look at the guards:: Guard: Get away! Run! :: holding up his hands pleadingly::

ACTION:: The front guards open fire on the two, missing both of them::

<Kahlan> ::returns fire::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sees the fire and shakes his head:: No, no no. :: grabs Kahlan and rushes around the corner for cover::

@ACTION:: The group moves out, slinking along the walls of the buildings and staying in shadows. Nightfall is coming, and they will have plenty of cover soon::

<Kahlan> ::crouches behind the corner with him:: Brask: They're not going to just let us pass
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns, speaking quietly again:: Kahlan: I don't want to do this...

ACTION:: One of the guards gets shot and killed while the second gets winged and falls back. The remaining two guards pulls the guards back inside and hit the lift button. The lift doors close.::

<Kahlan> ::hears the lift doors close and peeks around the corner to see the corridor empty:: Brask: It looks like they've left. We have to get out of here before they bring back friends. And we may be forced to fight to defend ourselves. I'm sorry Brask, but we may have no other choice.
<Ian_Hawkins> @ ::looks back to Trila:: Trila: When we get close enough, we will break off and get our people back.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and rounds the corner:: Kahlan: It is good that they listened. :: lightens up slightly, but doesn't smile::

%$%$% END EPISODE FOURTEEN %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Fifteen

EPISODE FIFTEEN:
Brask has managed to break Kahlan out of her cell, but they now need to find a way off the holding level. So far, they have met some force at the lift, but fell back to avoid further injuries on either side. The lift is the only way in and out. Someone has some serious problems with adding emergency exits to some of the levels, it seems.
Meanwhile, Ian and Trila have left Will and his fellow agents. They had decided to separate without telling Will, since he was telling them even less about the mission. They are now headed to the Field Marshall's headquarters, where they last saw Brask and Kahlan.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE FIFTEEN %$%$%
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns as he looks around the corner at the dead guards, speaking quietly:: Kahlan: I should just turn myself in..
<Ian_Hawkins> ::slides along a wall and around a corner, before signalling Trila to follow::
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head:: Brask: No way! They'd deactivate you for sure. This is a war Brask, and in war people die.
<Trila_Solahn> ::slinks along... following after Ian::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Kahlan: We were not part of this war, these men were just doing their jobs. And I deserve whatever punishment they would have for me.
<Kahlan> Brask: What do you think would have happened to me if you had not come back to get me out?
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: You would have likely remained a prisoner, until they either decided to release you, or their side lost the war.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::whispers:: Trila: OK, If my memory serves me right, we should be really close to the building. We'll have to find a way inside without getting noticed. Think you can manage that?
<Trila_Solahn> ::smirks:: Ian: Us? Or just me?
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: What do you mean? :: playing dumb::
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls:: Ian: Never mind... you think this building has a back door?
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: This building or the one we want to get into? ::grins::
<Trila_Solahn> ::chuckles:: Ian: Both... ::slinks a little further, getting a better look at the building::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks upward to the top of the building and nods to himself, then slips around the next corner and takes a
  look at the Headquarters building, then back to the one they were at:: Self: Maybe.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::still whispering:: Trila: You want to cross tops? :: points upward::

ACTION:: Both buildings are roughly the same height and aren't too far apart...about ten meters... and the guards around the building seem to be quite relaxed.::

<Trila_Solahn> ::looks up and sizes it up for a moment, then nods:: Ian: Yeah, it might not be a bad idea
<Ian_Hawkins> ::grins again:: Trila: Can you throw a grapple that far? We'd have to make one out of junk, after finding rope long enough.
<Trila_Solahn> ::smirks:: Ian: You're talkin to a girl who could make a single pod-racer out of junk... yeah I think I can make a little grapple
<Ian_Hawkins> ::shakes his head:: Trila: I should have known. But can you throw the distance and grapple something on the other side?
<Kahlan> Brask: You have no idea what the usual penalty is for being declared a spy do you? They would have killed me. Your killing of those guards was completely justified to prevent the death of a team member
<Kahlan> Brask: And if we don't find a way out of here, soon, we will be forced to kill again.
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Kahlan: They said nothing about death, they said they would hold us forever. :: hears her and frowns again, moving to the lift::
<Trila_Solahn> ::shrugs:: Ian: That might be a problem... I might not have the strength in my arm... ::feels his bicep and grins:: You'd have better luck than me for that part
<Kahlan> Brask: Trust me, they lied.
<Kahlan> ::follows him to the lift::

ACTION:: The lights on the holding cell level go off, leaving everyone on that level in pitch darkness... however, Brask can still manage to see.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns again, taking a moment to let his eyes adjust as he reaches the lift and checks it for power::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::scowls at her:: Trila: Don't touch me again.
<Kahlan> ::reaches out to touch Brask, not wanting to lose him in the darkness::
<Trila_Solahn> ::is taken aback by his sudden abruptness and raises her eyebrows:: Ian: Sorry...
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns, moving to the lift doors:: Kahlan: Hand me one of the rifles, and stand back against the wall.
<Kahlan> ::nods and hands him a rifle:: Brask: I can't see a thing. Point me in the right direction, and come get me when you're done with whatever your plan is.

ACTION:: The sound of doors sliding open can be heard in the darkness. At first it sounds like scratching, but then it becomes unmistakenable. The opening sounds are soon followed by odd footsteps::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::still scowling:: Trila: Just get up top and find something for a grapple on the way. I'll be up there waiting for you.
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes the rifle and slings it over his shoulder, but stops at the sounds, looking back down the hall::
<Kahlan> ::looks blindly around:: Brask: Can you see it?
<Brask_Key`far> :: steps around Kahlan so that he is between her and the dark corridor beyond, still looking for whatever is in there with them::
<Trila_Solahn> ::starts moving and pauses, looking back at him:: Ian: How are you getting up there?

ACTION:: The footsteps stop and start in odd patterns and sounds to be more than one set because of the odd patterns::

<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: This building should have stairs or a lift, I'm hoping. ::moves around a corner to look for the entrance::
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to stare into the darkness, hoping to catch sight of whatever it is before it gets too close::

ACTION:: Down one of the other corridors are more sounds of opening doors, but they take longer to open for whomever is trying to get out::

<Trila_Solahn> ::moves around to the back of the building and rumages through some debris, looking for a grapple like thingy before she heads upward::
<Kahlan> Brask: Everyone is breaking out...and I doubt they are as friendly as we are...
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes the rifle from his shoulder and hands it back to Kahlan:: Kahlan: Yes, I believe we will have company very soon. :: whispering of course::
<Kahlan> ::takes the rifle, silently wondering how she's going to shoot what she can't see::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::finds a small entrance without a window:: Trila: Found a way in.

ACTION:: Trila happens to find several lengths of pipes of various sizes. Only a few might be usable if constructed properly.::

<Ian_Hawkins> :: begins working at slicing the entrance control panel::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks up and nods, then goes back to rummaging:: Ian: Fine... I might have found a few pieces... I'll be up in a bit
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to stare into the darkness, unsure if he should call out to whoever is there or not::

ACTION:: Brask catches sight of some movement, and then that os a scared and confused looking man, followed by a smaller one who looks even more scared::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::manages to get past the simple security of the door, and gets it open:: Trila: See you there. ::goes inside and jams the door open::
<Brask_Key`far> :: watches the men, finally calling out to them:: Men: The lift is dead, we cannot escape this way.
<Kahlan> Brask: What are you doing?

ACTION:: As Trila continues, she finds several strands of thin wires, but none of them close to long enough.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: whispers to her:: Kahlan: They are in the same situation we are.
<Brask_Key`far> :: calls back once more:: Men: It seems the guards have completely shut us down here.
<Kahlan> ::whispers back:: Brask: Of course they are. Desperate. And you never know what a desperate man will do.

ACTION:: The men freeze, and from down the other corridor comes three other men, running, until they stumble on the dead guards and fall against the wall. They get up and look quite angry and unruley::

<Brask_Key`far> :: holds up his hands, even though the men likely can't see him:: All: We are without power here, be careful.
<MadPrisoner1> ::looks towards Brask's voice:: Brask: Did you do this?
<Brask_Key`far> MP1: No, I was a prisoner like you. Or do you mean the dead guards?
<MadPrisoner2> ::follows:: MP1: You know he did. He just killed us all by doing it.
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls as she takes the pipes inside:: Self: I wonder... no... I wouldn't trust it...
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to stay between Kahlan and the prisoners, hoping they haven't realized he is not alone::
<MadPrisoner3> ::growls:: MP1&2: Let's kill him now. At least we will have some sort of meat to eat until they decide to come for us.
<Brask_Key`far> MP3: That is not necessary, if we work together we can find a way out.

ACTION:: The first two, scared prisoners have remained frozen and very quiet all this time::

<MadPrisoner1> ::laughs:: Brask: There is no other way out. You sealed us in. This is our tomb now.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::finds the lift and takes it up to the top floor::
<Brask_Key`far> MP1: I do not believe that, every system has an access point, I have never seen a place that was "completely" secure.
<MadPrisoner3> ::grins:: MP1: I still say we eat him. Here and now.
<Trila_Solahn> ::heads into the entrance that Ian found, hoping to find some rope on the way up::
<Brask_Key`far> MP3: If you desire meat so badly there are two dead guards at your feet.

ACTION:: Once inside, Trila finds herself in a narrow corridor with only one door at the other end. That door is open as well. On the other side of the open door is a much wider corridor that leads both ways and to the length of the building. At each end is a lift with a set of stairs next to them::

<MadPrisoner3> ::kicks his feet to feel the dead guards:: Brask: How can you tell it's a guard at my feet?
<Kahlan> ::stands quietly behind Brask, knowing full well he would not appreciate her ruining his intention to protect her::
<Brask_Key`far> MP3: Because I was here when the lights went out. :: not wanting to give away that he can see just yet::
<MadPrisoner2> ::looks around him and sees only darkness:: All: Let's just kill him and be on our way.
<Brask_Key`far> MP2: Where would you go? I am a rather experienced slicer, I think I might be able to get into this lift shaft.
<MadPrisoner1> ::laughs again:: Brask: What good is a slicer if there is no power? Anyway, that shaft won't help you.
<Brask_Key`far> MP1: Why do you say that?
<MadPrisoner2> Brask: Yeah, it's booby-trapped.
<Brask_Key`far> MP2: Trapped? With what?
<MadPrisoner2> Brask: If we knew that, you think we would be here?
<Brask_Key`far> MP2: Then there may be a way around the traps. Or a way to disarm them. It is better than sitting around here in the dark waiting, isn't it?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::exits his lift and moves to the stairs that lead to the roof::
<Trila_Solahn> ::heads down the narrow corridor with a sigh:: Self: I hate it when I have to choose which way to go... :: picks the middle lift and presses up::
<MadPrisoner1> ::serious now:: Brask: If you think you can find and get past all of the traps in the pitch darkness, be our guest. We will enjoy hearing you fail.
<Brask_Key`far> MP1: Very well, but I will need to be able to concentrate, can I trust that you will not attack me while I work?
<MadPrisoner1> ::chuckles:: Brask: Attack you? We can only do that as long as you keep talking.
<Brask_Key`far> :: does not answer the man and instead turns back to the lift, checking the doors to see if he might could force them open::
<Trila_Solahn> ::heads upward in the lift::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::reaches the roof and moves cautiously to the edge closest to the headquarters building, and peers over the edge::
<Brask_Key`far> :: tries to get his fingers inbetween the lift doors::

ACTION:: Trila's lift comes to a stop on the top floor and the doors open::

<Trila_Solahn> ::exits the lift and has a look around for a locker or cabinet where some rope might be stored::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks the opposite roof over and counts the guards on top:: Self: One... two... three... four... that's it. This could be interesting.

ACTION:: Trila only finds a trash bin left outside one of the many doors lining the corridor. Inside the bin is some more of the same wire she found below, along with some flat metal strands. None of which would span the distance on it's own::

<Trila_Solahn> ::sighs and scowls then moves on:: Self: Geez, didn't they use ropes around here?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::slides down to sit with his back against the short wall of teh rooftop:: Self: There are only a couple places to grapple to over there and we would need to eliminate the guards first. ::thinks up a strategy::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns, pulling his hands away from the door and moving back to the now powerless control console, opening it up to look at the wires inside::
<Trila_Solahn> ::continues on, still carrying the pipe as she looks for Ian. Perhaps he found some rope::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks the board over, spotting where power feeds into it and thinking::
<Trila_Solahn> ::finds the stairs to the roof and climbs them::
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes his now metal fingertips and places them on the metal board connectors where power enters it::

ACTION:: Nothing happens when Brask does this::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and closes his eyes, trying to picture a what a schematic of his body might look like, going on his knowledge of droid mechanics, and tries to figure out a way to increase the power flow going to his fingers::

%$%$% END EPISODE FIFTEEN %$%$%

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