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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Sixteen

EPISODE SIXTEEN:
The holding cell level is still pitch dark. Only Brask is able to see, though his vision is dim. His attempts at opening the lift doors to access the shaft have been all but productive, but he continues to try, since it seems to be their only possible way off that level.
Meanwhile, Ian and Trila are on the rooftop of the next building over, planning to cross over to attempt a rescue. So far, Trila has managed to gather material for the grapple, but not for the line they need for climbing across. However, they still have the obstacle of the guards on the opposite roof.
Elsewhere, Will Cain and his agents have managed to infiltrate the hospital, and have found the Commodore. Commodore Symteria has been under heavy sedation since he had emerged from his bacta tank the day before. Will has found his room and exterminated the guards there. They are now preparing to take the Commodore back home.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE SIXTEEN %$%$%

<Trila_Solahn> ::lays the materials she has gathered by her feet and looks to Ian:: Ian: I didn't find anything in the way of a rope... everything I found was too short....
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns at the powerless lift control panel, moving his hand away from it:: There has to be a way. :: closes his eyes and cycles through a number of humanoid droid designs in his head, trying to figure out what the odds are that he has some kind of external power port:: Maybe. :: looks down at his right hand, using the uncovered metal fingers on his left to cut and pull the skin away on it, looking for a seam or any type of port::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back at her:: Trila: What? There has to be something. Even bedsheets would work. Cable would be preferred, but you'd have to cut the power to the pplace to get that.

ACTION:: Brask begins dripping blood, which only he can see... unfortunately, he does not find any ports of any kind.::

<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at him for a moment and then smiles:: Ian: Well, I thought about the cables... but I figured it might draw too much attention to myself... where would I find bedsheets?
<Kahlan> ::keeps hiding behind Brask and staying quiet::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns again, before reaching into the open control panel to feel around for any connection ports he might not be able to see in the dim lighting:: Come on.. :: mentally runs through several power transfer procedures while he feels around inside the panel::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back to the opposite roof:: Trila: Try one of the apartments in the building.
<Trila_Solahn> ::shrugs:: Ian: Okay. ::heads back to the door to take her down to the floor beneath them::

ACTION:: In the darkness, more sounds are heard. New sounds of sliding metal, but not the same heavy sliding of a door to a cell. It's lighter. Those sounds are soon followed by scratching against metal sounds, and snarls::

<Brask_Key`far> :: sighs and leans gently against the panel with his palm, hanging his head:: There has to be a way. :: runs through typical lift schematics in his head as well as the normal emergency powering procedures during a power loss::
<Trila_Solahn> ::wanders along the top floor of the building and heads to the first apartment she can find. She knocks upon the door and waits for an answer::

ACTION:: The snarls get closer and both Brask and Kahlan can recognize them as the animals which attacked them days ago::

<Kahlan> ::whispers:: Brask: What would those things be doing down here?
<Brask_Key`far> :: spins around, looking back down the corridor::
<MadPrisoner3> All: What is that?
<Brask_Key`far> MP3: Animals. Be careful they are dangerous.
<MadPrisoner1> MadPrisoner3: Shut up!

ACTION:: The two scared and hiding prisoners let out a whimper as the animals sniff past them and head for the voices they hear... moments later, there is a scream and sqealing as Mad Prisoner3 is attacked by the pack::

<Brask_Key`far> :: rushes towards the creatures, hitting and kicking them, trying to get them off of the man::
<Trila_Solahn> :: doesn't hear anyone in the apartment and tries the door to see if it's locked::
<Trila_Solahn> ::once she sees the door is locked, she crouches down at the lock's level and fiddles with it to unlock it::

ACTION:: The pack turns on Brask, jumping all over him, snarling and biting wherever they can...unfortunate for Mad Prisoner3 he has very little time left to live, due to his bleeding to death::

<Brask_Key`far> :: tries to grab two of the creatures on him and throw them against the side walls of the corridor as hard as he can::

ACTION:: Brask manages to throw and kill two of the beasts, but three more are there to take their place. During the mix of things, Brask also catches a glimpse of the hidden entrance the creatures came in::

<Kahlan> ::listens for the sounds of the creatures and fires off a few shots in what she hopes is the right direction::
<MadPrisoner2> ::lets out a scream and moments later screams more as he gets attacked as well::
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns and runs towards the corridor wall, lunging at it hard to smash the creatures on him between himself and the wall::

ACTION:: Brask crushes the animals on that side of him and feels the oozing flesh and blood and hear the crushing of their bones. The others that were on him were knocked off by the force of the hit, and run to finish off Mad Prisoner 2::

<Kahlan> ::yells:: Brask: Brask! Come get a rifle!
<Brask_Key`far> :: rushes back to Kahlan once he is free from the creatures, taking a rifle from her and turning to look for a target::
<Trila_Solahn> ::manages to open the door and goes inside, quickling looking around for long power cords or something else to use as rope::

ACTION:: Some of the beasts leave the dying man on the floor and head for Kahlan, after hearing her yell::

<Brask_Key`far> :: fires at the creatures heading for Kahlan::

ACTION:: Trila finds nothing really good to use. The only options are the long drapes hanging in the windows and the sheets on the bed in the next room::

<Trila_Solahn> ::sighs and yanks the drapes off the windows, then goes to the bedroom and pulls the sheets off the bed. With an armload of fabric, she heads back upstairs to the roof where Ian is::
<Brask_Key`far> :: steps in front of Kahlan to shield her from anymore creatures and starts picking off the remaining rats with the rifle::
<MadPrisoner1> ::slips past the dead people in the corridor and heads for Kahlan and Brask, not saying a word to draw the rats from their meal::
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to fire at the remaining rats, trying to finish them off quickly::
<Trila_Solahn> ::emerges with the armload of drapes and sheets and heads to Ian, dropping them at his feet:: Ian: Here... start tying....
<MadPrisoner1> ::stops and presses himself against the wall as the blaster shots pass him::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back at her:: Trila: You want me to do it all?
<Trila_Solahn> ::chuckles softly:: Ian: It would be nice... but no... you're going to help me, though... ::grabs a sheet and takes the corner, tying it tightly to another corner
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks at what she's doing:: Trila: Stop. Rip it into strips first. It'll never reach otherwise. :: picks up drapes and starts ripping them::
<Brask_Key`far> :: changes settings on the rifle and starts peppering the remaining rats with rapid fire::
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls and starts ripping instead::

ACTION:: Rat parts fly in the corridor, and one scurries away to escape Brask's wrath::

<Brask_Key`far> :: switches settings back and brings the rifle up to try and take aim to pick off the rat before it can escape::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::finishes the first drape and starts the next, ripping as fast as he can::

ACTION:: Before Brask can get a shot off, the rat slips into the hidden entrance and climbs upwards::

<Brask_Key`far> :: hurries to the entrance and looks upwards::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: begins to twist and tie the ripped parts into what looks like a rope::
<Trila_Solahn> ::quickly follows what Ian is doing::
<Brask_Key`far> :: spots the rat and takes aim, firing two quick shots at it::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sees Trila doing the rope then moves to what she has found for the grapple and begins working to connect the parts together using the end of the rope he has made::

ACTION:: The rat gets hit and slides back down towards Brask. At the same time, the hidden doors begin to slide shut, pinning Brask in the opening::

<Brask_Key`far> :: drops the rifle and grabs the door, trying to keep it open/force it back open:: All: Over here, there is a door!
<Kahlan> ::walks toward the sound of Brask's voice, sliding her feet carefully to avoid tripping over bodies::
<Trila_Solahn> ::tears more of the sheets and ties them together::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::finishes putting the grapple together and tests it a bit, then puts it down, satisfied with it::
<MadPrisoner1> ::follows Kahlan, listening to her steps ahaead of him::

ACTION:: Brask manages to get the door up and open all the way. He can hear distant alarms coming from above as he does so::

<Kahlan> ::shuffles over, arms in front of her, and smiles as she touches Brask's fur::
<Brask_Key`far> All: Move inside.
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks up and looks at him after finishing the tying:: Ian: Well? How is it?
<Kahlan> ::moves past Brask and into the passageway::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: I think it will hold, but let's take a look before we try it out. ::starts checking every knot and twist::

ACTION:: The three remaining prisoners follow Kahlan up the shaft::

<Brask_Key`far> :: waits until everyone is inside before following them, letting the door close behind him and picking up the
  rifle he dropped::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and steps on the make-shift rope, giving it a good tug as she tests the knots::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::finishes his inspection and gives a nod:: Trila: It should hold, as long as it doesn't get hit by blasters

ACTION:: The door slides shut, cutting the dead rat in half... meanwhile, the escaping prisoners only have one way to go and it's not going to be easy with very little to use for hand and foot holds::

<Brask_Key`far> All: Move up, and watch for more creatures.
<Kahlan> ::climbs slowly and carefully in the dark::
<Kahlan> Brask: Watch? I can't see my hand in front of my face.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns:: Kahlan: Right, well listen then.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods:: Ian: Let's go then....
<Kahlan> Brask: And if I hear one, exactly what do you expect me to do?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::gathers the rope into a large coil and ties the free end off to part of the structure, then hefts the grapple, giving himself plenty of slack for throwing:: Trila: How good a shot are you from this distance?
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Shoot it.
<Kahlan> Brask: As long as you're ready to catch me if I fall. ::grins and climbs::
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: I could catch you, but not everyone else as well.
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Brask: Then I suppose I'll try not to fall
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: That would be helpful.
<Trila_Solahn> ::shrugs and takes the grapply:: Ian: Dunno... let's find out shall we?
<Kahlan> ::keeps climbing::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls back the grapple from her:: Trila: I meant for you to shoot those guards on the other rooftop. ::scowls at her:: Afterall, you said you couldn't throw with your wounded shoulder.
<Brask_Key`far> :: climbs behind the group, watching to make sure no one loses their footing and is ready to help if they do::
<Scared Prisoner1> ::starts slipping:: All: Ohhh noooo! :: begins sliding down the shaft, knocking Scared Prisoner2 back into Brask::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sets his feet and reaches up to catch the prisoner/s and hold them up so they can get a hold on the tunnel again::
<Trila_Solahn> ::grins:: Ian: Oh THAT kind of a shot.... ::winks at him:: Hey, I could shoot twice as far... piece of cake.... ::goes to the edge of the building and rests her blaster on the edge, taking up aim at the guards:: Ian: just say when.....

ACTION:: Brask slides back only half a meter and holds them steady. Unfortunately, they can't get unjammed from the shaft and each other::

<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Take out the far one first and work your way towards us. There are five up there now. Make it fast, so they can't call for help. ::looks over her shoulder:: And keep them from reaching that corner exit.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and gives the prisoners a little push upwards:: Prisoners: Try to climb up, one at a time.
<Scared Prisoner1> ::groans as Brask's push crushes Scared Prisoner2 against him:: Brask: Ahhh! I can't move!
<Scared Prisoner2> ::gasps for air:: Brask: Can't... breathe...
<Brask_Key`far> :: calls up ahead:: All: We need some help down here! :: shifts his hold on prisoner 2 to let him breathe::
<MadPrisoner1> ::looks back, even though he can't see anything:: Brask: Just push them out of the way.
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles back at him and steadies herself:: Ian: You got it.... Self: This is gonna be fun.... ::aims her first shot carefully at the guy farthest away from them and then turns her gun a little to make sure she has free range of movement to take the rest out. Once she is sure she can make the shots quickly and easily, she fires at the first guy::
<Brask_Key`far> MP1: They are stuck. Come give them a hand.
<Kahlan> MP1: Go back down.
<MadPrisoner1> Kahlan: No! Keep going up. Leave them!
<Kahlan> MP1: I will NOT leave my friend! Go back down the shaft or I will kick you down.

ACTION:: Trila's shot hits home, taking the guard down. The next two shots come just as easy, but the remaining two try and make a run for cover and the exit, making her next two shots more challenging. However, she manages to cut them down as well::

<MadPrisoner1> Kahlan: Try and you will be joining them.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sees Trila's success and begins swinging the grapple to make his first toss::
<Kahlan> :: backs carefully down the shaft until she is right above MP1, then kicks back at him hard::
<Trila_Solahn> ::watches at the last two guards drop like flies and stands, gripping her gun proudly as her ego swells from a job well done. She smiles back at Ian:: Ian: Okay, NOW what else do you want me to do... :: blows at the top of her blaster... just cause::
<MadPrisoner1> ::hears her coming and reaches up to grab her, catching her leg as she kicks and pulls her down to him, squeezing her close:: Kahlan: Would you like to try something else before I push you down with the others?
<Brask_Key`far> :: tries to move the two prisoners around as best he can to try and free them::
<Kahlan> MP1: The shaft is too small for that. Go down! I owe him my life many times over and I will not leave him here. Since you can not pass me, we are at an impasse.
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Stand back. ::whips the grapple around and throws it hard towards the opposite rooftop::
<MadPrisoner1> ::grins:: Kahlan: That's what you think. You seem thin enough. :: begins pushing her down past him, as he presses himself against the shaft wall::

ACTION:: The squeeze is tight, but Mad Prisoner1 gets Kahlan past him, with quite a bit of pressure on her body... almost enough to make her pass out::

<Trila_Solahn> ::watches the grapple fly through the air::
<Kahlan> ::holds to the sides of the shaft as tightly as she can, fighting not to black out and taking deep breaths::

ACTION:: The grapple flies through the air and lands just past the edge of the rooftop::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::grabs the rope and pulls slowly, to try and catch the grapple onto something::
<Kahlan> MP1: Oh, and if you see any rats up there, keep them busy for us will ya? ::grins and slowly makes her way down the shaft::
<MadPrisoner1> ::smirks:: Kahlan: Yeah, sure. :: begins climbing upwards again::
<Kahlan> ::climbs slowly down, probing with a foot::

ACTION:: The grapple catches on one of the few antennae on the rooftop, and it is a solid hold::

<Trila_Solahn> ::straps her blaster to her belt again and heads for the make-shift rope:: Ian: Who goes first?
<Ian_Hawkins> <Scared Prisoner1> ::feels Kahlan's foot touch his head:: Kahlan: Careful! ::gasps for breath again::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls the rope tight and reties it to the structure, then unties the excess from the rope to be used elsewhere:: Trila: You can go first if you like. The angle is enough that we might be able to slide a portion of it. Want some rope for that?
<Kahlan> SP1: Don't worry. I don't plan on joining your tangle.
<Kahlan> Brask: I'm here, but there's no way I can turn around in this shaft so I'm not sure what I can do to help.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods:: Ian: The quicker the better.... I hate heights....
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Get a good hold and let one of them grab your ankle, that way maybe you can pull them up enough to get loose.
<Kahlan> :: presses against the sides of the tunnel as hard as she can:: SC1: Grab my foot.

ACTION:: Mad Prisoner1 makes it to the top and works at getting the door open. After a few moments of fighting to get it open, it opens on it's own. The light from the opening floods the shaft, but only for a moment, because soon there is the sound of a blaster firing, followed by the sound of a falling body down the shaft::

<Kahlan> ::curses:: Brask: We've got a problem
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears the noise and frowns, steadying his hold on the shaft, waiting for the body to hit them::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::hands her a portion of the rope:: Trila: Make it quick. I don't like being out in the open for long.
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Alright, I'm going to slide down some and pull one of them with me, try to pull the other up to you. Alright?

ACTION:: The body of Mad Prisoner1 bumps and thumps down the shaft, but becomes jammed in before it gets all the way to the others::

<Kahlan> Brask: All right, but it seems the body is stuck up there... It'll block us
<Trila_Solahn> ::takes the rope and slings it in half over the main line. Climbing out over the edge of the wall, she looks across the way and takes a deep breath before making the slide across::
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: One problem at a time. :: moves slowly downwards a meter or so, trying to pull one of the prisoners along with him::
<Scared Prisoner1> ::feels the release of the pressure against him, and reaches up to grab Kahlan's foot::
<Kahlan> ::holds tightly to the wall, supporting her weight and the prisoner's below her::

ACTION:: Trila makes it three quarters of the way before the sliding comes to a halt, leaving a small five meter portion to climb on her own::

<Scared Prisoner1> ::catches Kahlan's foot and manages to get a foothold himself, taking in deep breaths::
<Scared Prisoner2> ::exhausted from lack of breath, falls down with Brask:: Brask: I... need to ... catch my... breath...
<Trila_Solahn> ::with her heart racing, she refrains from looking down as she reaches up the grab the rope with her hands. She moves along the rope hand over hand::
<Brask_Key`far> :: pulls SP2 down far enough so that he is below the others and then sets his feet once more, holding the man up so that he can get a hold of the walls::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::takes the remaining rope, after rechecking the tied off end of the main rope, and throws an end over the top of the main rope and prepares to slide across::
<Trila_Solahn> ::gets to the other side and quickly throws her leg over the edge of the building, pulling herself up and over::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::takes the leap and slides across, stopping a bit further away from the roof than Trila did... swings his legs up onto the rope and then pulls his hands up before moving the rest of the distance::
<Trila_Solahn> ::heaves a great sigh of relief as she made it across and looks over the edge at Ian as he makes his way along::
<Kahlan> Brask: All right. Now what?
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks the prisoners over as he waits for the second one to catch his breath, trying to determine whether or not he'd be able to slip past them to the top::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets to the end and drops his legs down so he can grab the edge of the building to pull himself over the top::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sighs as he realizes there is little chance he could get past all three of them and frowns, thinking:: All: We may have to go back down and rethink the arrangement here.

ACTION:: Both Trila and Ian are now on the rooftop. Five dead guards are strewn about, and there is no evidence that more are on the way::

<Kahlan> Brask: That might be a good idea.
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks around then looks to the door leading down off the roof:: Ian: We better get moving...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Trila: After you, Hotshot.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Prisoners: How about you two? Is that alright?
<Trila_Solahn> ::smirks and heads to the door::
<Ian_Hawkins> <Scared Prisoner1> Brask: Anything has to be better than this.
<Ian_Hawkins> <Scared Prisoner2> ::just nods as he is catching his breath, which is getting better by now::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::follows her to the door:: Trila: Check the door for a code, before opening it.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods again and starts moving back down the shaft at a fair pace::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and checks the door::

ACTION:: Brask soon finds himself at the bottom door again, which is closed tightly::

<Kahlan> ::follows the two prisoners back down the shaft::
<Brask_Key`far> :: slides down so that his feet touch the door and gives it a swift kick with as much force as he can manage in the shaft::

ACTION:: The door on the roof is not locked and no code is required::

<Trila_Solahn> ::looks back at Ian and smiles weakly:: Ian: Hmm, that was easy.... too easy.... ::takes her blaster off her belt and gets it ready::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shifts his weight around in the shaft so that he can kick at the door with both feet and does so, several times::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Trila: It always is.

ACTION:: Brask kicks the door hard enough to dent it and cause it to bend outward...enough for them to pass one at a time::

<Brask_Key`far> :: backs out of the shaft through the now bent door and peeks his head back inside:: All: Alright, come down, one at a time through the door.

ACTION:: The sound of an alarm outside the top door of the shaft can be faintly heard be the escapees::

<Scared Prisoner2> ::slowly climbs out::
<Scared Prisoner1> ::climbs out after ScaredPrisoner2::
<Kahlan> ::climbs out the door:: Brask: And here we are again...please. :: smiles, even though she can't see him and hurries back into the shaft, climbing quickly up the shaft now that there is no one above him::

%$%$% END EPISODE SIXTEEN %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Seventeen

EPISODE SEVENTEEN:
The number of escapees has been deminished by three, last time we left our heroes. They have not gotten much further than they were before, but they now know of another way out of the holding cell level.
Meanwhile, Ian and Trila had made it to the rooftop and are their way down the inside, doing their best to not be found right away.
Elsewhere, Will Cain and his agents have been fighting to get out of the hospital, after acquiring Commodore Symteria. They are currently pinned down in one of the corridors leading from the bacta labs.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE SEVENTEEN %$%$%

<Ian_Hawkins> ::walks at a quick pace down the stairs, blaster rifle leveled at the next landing::
<Trila_Solahn> ::treads lightly and quickly, gripping her blaster tightly, watching for any sign of movement::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks back to Kahlan and the two remaining prisoners:: All: I think this shaft is our only way out. But something did this. :: points to the dead prisoner who got shot, even if they can't see him::
<Kahlan> Brask: Obviously someone is guarding the top of the shaft.
<Scared Prisoner2> Brask: Wha...What did what? Wha... what are you talking about? Let's just get out of here, before more bad thngs happen.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and frowns:: Kahlan: It seems that way. But if we remain here we will not be any better off, they obviously care little about recapturing us now, as evidenced by the creatures they released in here.
<Trila_Solahn> ::moves down the stairs, following Ian::
<Kahlan> Brask: You are certain there is no way to get into the lift shaft?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::takes the next landing and looks around before continuing down:: Trila: How you doing? ::whispered::
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: It's dead. I might could force my way through the doors but if the other prisoners were right then it is likely riddled with traps.
<Trila_Solahn> ::shrugs:: Ian: I'd be a lot better if we were shooting at something... at least then I don't have to be walking on eggshells
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: Any ideas on what to do when we get to the top then?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and whispers back:: Trila: Just be glad we are safe and sound for the moment. As soon as the shooting starts, that all ends fast. ::takes the next landing and looks around:: I hope these stairs go all the way down.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns again and sighs:: Kahlan: If their orders are to shoot anything that exits the shaft, then the only thing we can do is shoot first.
<Kahlan> Brask: It'd help if we knew what we were dealing with up there but there's no way to find out but go for it.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::continues down the steps to the next level::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and follows him down:: Ian: I'm getting real tired of this too... I'm really starting to wish this was over and I was home again...
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: I do not like that we may end up injuring someone, but there is no other way that I can see. :: reaches out a hand to her, touching her should to show her where his hand is:: Hand me the other rifle.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::grins back at her:: Trila: What? This isn't your idea of fun? ::lets the grin fade:: It's all part of the business, Honey. Get used to it. ::looks around the landing before continuing::
<Kahlan> ::hands Brask the rifle::
<Scared Prisoner1> All: Wait. What are you saying? We have to go up that small shaft again?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: SP1: It is the only viable exit.
<Scared Prisoner1> Brask: There has to be more. :: pauses a moment:: Wait, how come you can see and we are blind?
<Brask_Key`far> SP1: I am Bothan, we have good vision, even in the dark.

ACTION:: A door slides open several levels up from Trila and Ian. Footsteps can be heard rushing upstairs from them. Voices shouting orders to get to the roof and check it out, as well as watch for intruders can also be heard::

<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls:: Ian: Yeah, we'll I've seen enough of this garbadge to last me a lifetime... I have a feeling this will be my last mission...
<Kahlan> ::leans closer to Brask and whispers:: Brask: Good one. ::grins::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at Ian and motions for him to head down the stairs quicker::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::holds up his hand to her and stops in his tracks::
<Scared Prisoner1> Brask: I don't like this one bit.

ACTION:: Another order is give above... the order to start looking down the stairs as well, followed by footsteps coming down, but slower than the ones going up::

<Brask_Key`far> SP1: If you wish to stay we will not force you to come, but we are going to try the shaft again, if we make it through we will call down to you. :: turns to head back inside the shaft::
<Scared Prisoner1> ::nods, even though no one can see, other than Brak:: Brask: That will work for me and him. ::referring to Scared Prisoner2::
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask into the shaft::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at him, wondering what he's up to::
<Brask_Key`far> Sp1: Very well. :: slings both rifles across his back and starts up the shaft at a fair speed::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods to her and moves faster down the steps until he comes to a landing with a door, then begins to work at opening it::

ACTION:: Brask is still able to move with both rifles, but it's a tight fit::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::tries several codes, hearing the footsteps get closer::
<Kahlan> ::climbs up the shaft behind Brask::
<Trila_Solahn> ::moves closer to him, looking over his shoulder, mentally willing him to hurry::

ACTION:: The door opens for Ian, but the sound of the door is heard above and the footsteps quicken::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::grabs her and pushes her inside:: Trila: Find your way down to the lowest level. I'll find you. ::closes the door and rushes down the steps::
<Brask_Key`far> :: reaches the top and looks around::
<Trila_Solahn> ::stumbles slightly and stares back at the door for a second before making her way down the corridor she just emerged in::

ACTION:: Brask can see the door and the hand prints left by the prisoner who was shot::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and presses himself down against the front of the shaft to slide the rifles off of his back::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::runs faster down the stairs, since the guards coming down are making enough noise to hide his steps::

ACTION:: Trila sees a corridor lined with doors on either side. At the end of the corridor is a lift::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::makes his way to the next landing and hears the guards stopping at the level he left Trila at::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sets one of the rifles down, propped against one of his knees, and reaches to the door with his free hand, trying to slide the door open just enough for the barrel of a rifle::
<Trila_Solahn> ::runs on her tip toes so as not to make any noise as she makes for the lift::

ACTION:: Brask has a hard time moving the door, but he does get it to shimmy open enough. The alarm is sounded again, and he can hear voices and running outside the door::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::stays his ground waiting for an opportunity to coninue on::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sticks the barrel of the rifle he's holding in the crack in the door and starts firing::

ACTION:: Screams can be heard over the alarm noise as Brask's shots hit home. Those screams are followed by return fire, most shots hitting the outside of the door::

<Trila_Solahn> ::enters the lift at the end of the hall and steps inside, pressing the down button to the main floor::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: decides to give Trila a break and begins running down the steps again:: No one: Hurry! Their coming!
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to fire through the crack, trying to move the rifle around to get the widest range of fire possible::

ACTION:: The guards shout for Ian to stop, and begin running after him. Meanwhile, Trila's lift goes down fast and she soon finds it stop at the main level::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::keeps running, not looking back, hoping that he reaches the bottom soon::

ACTION:: Brasks movement does some good, as the shooting outside stops::

<Kahlan> ::waits in the shaft behind Brask::
<Trila_Solahn> ::feels the lift stop and peeks out as soon as the doors open. She doesn't exit for fear that there might be someone waiting there to shoot her::
<Brask_Key`far> :: waits for a moment before reaching for the door to slide it open a bit more, so that he can see through it::

ACTION:: On the main level, Trila can see several people moving about, doing their work, paying little attention to the lift. There are a few armed guards about, but they are busy looking elsewhere at the moment::

<Trila_Solahn> ::quickly holsters her blaster and walks out of the lift like nothing's wrong::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::reaches what looks to be the third from last landing, and looks up:: Self: This looks good enough. ::works the door controls on that level::

ACTION:: Brask gets the door open a bit more. The light from the room outside floods the shaft, and he must adjust his vision further to see the dead bodies on the floor of the room::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets the door open:: No One: Hurry inside. They are catching up! ::closes the door and continues on to the last level and waits::
<Clerk> Trila: Can I help you?
<Brask_Key`far> :: waits for a few moments, letting his eyes readjust and frowns at what he sees afterwards:: Why does this keep happening?... :: opens the door all the way and picks up the second rifle before climbing out enough to look for more trouble outside::
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles politely:: Clerk: Thanks no. I'm just looking for someone that's all. He's due to meet me here in a few minutes.
<Clerk> ::smiles briefly, noticing Trila's appearance and walks off::
<Trila_Solahn> ::holds to her smile, sighing inwardly that she didn't get caught::
<Trila_Solahn> ::suddenly remembers something on the lift controls and heads back into the lift::

ACTION:: Brask can see that one wall is lined with cages. Several are empty, but the rest contain the large rat-like creatures.::

<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at the panel:: Self: Oh well done Trila... the lowest level you fool... :: presses the button for the bottom level and waits::

ACTION:: A small "ding" is sounded followed by a smooth voice asking for an authorization code for Trila::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::hears the guards go in the door and waits for it to close, before taking a few silent steps up to see if the stairs are clear::
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls:: Self: just my luck... ::tries to override the code on the panel, with her clever use of logic and intellect::

ACTION:: A small "ding" is sounded again, and the lift moves downward::

<Brask_Key`far> :: climbs the rest of the way out of the shaft and puts one of the rifles down, reaching back into the shaft to help Kahlan out::
<Kahlan> ::reaches up to take Brask's hand, climbing out into the room and gasping at her first good look at his wounds:: Brask: You're a mess
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles to herself::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks down at himself and nods, handing her one of the rifles and sticking his head back down the shaft:: Prisoners: It's alright, you can come up now. :: pulls his head back out and looks around again::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sees that the guards took the bait and heads back down to open the bottom door::

ACTION:: THe prisoners feel their way to the shaft and begin the climb up::

<Kahlan> Brask: When they get up here they'll know you're no average Bothan

ACTION:: The lift stops but the doors do not open. Instead, that "ding" sounds and a voice asks for authorization again::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::works a bit harder to get past the door codes, since this is a more secure door::
<Trila_Solahn> ::rolls her eyes and does her same little tricks to override the codes::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: Which is why we must leave before they get up here. :: moves to a set of double doors and tries to open them::

ACTION:: The lift doors do not open. The "ding" sounds again and a voice asks for authorization again::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::finally opens the door and enters, closing the door behind him::

ACTION:: As Brask opens the doors, he is met by a couple of very suprised guards, who were about to open the doors themselves::

<Brask_Key`far> :: fires at the guards without thinking::
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls and tries again:: Ding: If you beep at me again, I'm gonna blast you...

ACTION: Brask downs the guards in seconds, not giving them a chance to respond. Meanwhile, Trila is having lift troubles, since the lift does not want to open or do anything at this point.::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::runs down the corridor looking for a lift or something to help him figure out how far he has gotten and how far he needs to go::
<Kahlan> ::walks over to the door, looking out into the corridor:: Brask: We'd better hurry
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns as the guards go down and looks around outside the doors::

ACTION:: The prisoners begin to climb out into the room, shielding their eyes from the glare::

<Trila_Solahn> ::keeps trying her overriding tricks and feels her temper rising::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns as he hears the prisoners behind them and moves through the doors, just picking a direction if there is more than one and starting that way::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops at the end of the corridor and looks both ways down an adjoining corridor:: Self: OK, Which way? ::heads down to the left::
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask::

ACTION:: The lift goes dark suddenly and an alarm sounds. Moments later, a red light illuminates the inside of the lift::

<Trila_Solahn> ::rolls her eyes:: Self: Oh Lovely... ::grabs her blaster and takes aim at the panel::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops as he hears footsteps coming from behind him, and looks for a place to duck into::
<Trila_Solahn> ::fires at the panel::
<Brask_Key`far> :: keeps his eyes open for any sign of trouble or a terminal::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::opens a door and ducks inside::

ACTION:: Sparks fly all over the inside of the lift, but the result does nothing for Trila but give her a few burns::

<Trila_Solahn> ::swears loudly and jumps back, kicking at the lift, then trying with all her might, to open the doors physically::

ACTION:: A lift opens up and guards step out and begin rushing down the corridor towards the animal lab::

<Trila_Solahn> ::looks up and spies the escape hatch for the lift::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::hears more footsteps moving even faster from the direction he was heading::
<Trila_Solahn> ::uses the end of her blaster to pop the hatch, then holsters her blaster again, jumping up and grabbing onto the opening and pulling herself up::
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears footsteps running in their direction from ahead of them and looks around, ducking into the first door that opens for him::
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask into the door::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::Stands up and holds his fire, when he sees Kahlan:: Both: It's Ian.
<Brask_Key`far> :: lowers his rifle and smiles:: Ian: Good to see you.

ACTION:: The footsteps of the rushing guards rush past the door::

<Kahlan> Ian: You're a sight for sore eyes. I could almost hug you.
<Trila_Solahn> ::sits atop the lift in the empty shaft and looks upward at the opening for the next level:: Self: Hmm, now to get up there....
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks Brask over:: Brask: I wish I could say the same for you. ::holds his hands to Kahlan: Kahlan: No thanks. Just getting out of here is good enough.
<Trila_Solahn> ::spies the small maintenance track and scowls:: Self: Oh, well, it's better than nothing.... ::starts climbing to the next level::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to Ian and looks back to the door:: Ian: It seems we all chose a good place to hide.

ACTION:: Though those in the room can't hear what is happening in the lab, the guards come across the two prisoners and begin to slaughter them with blaster bolts::

<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: For now. ::looks around the room for another exit:: Both: What is happening here?
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and doesn't answer::
<Kahlan> Ian: They arrested us for spying...

ACTION:: Trila reaches the next level easily since the lift had stopped between the lower level and the level she is at::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Kahlan: It was bound to happen. Everyone seems a bit paranoid on this rock. That Commodore must have some pull to get Pinnacle to send someone.

ACTION:: The lift begins to move the rest of the way down and stops, but something tells Trila that it won't stay there for long::

<Trila_Solahn> ::grabs the doors and opens them, heading out into the corridor::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::is beginning to wonder where Trila is:: Both: You haven't seen Ms. Solahn around, have you?
<Kahlan> Ian: No...
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head::

ACTION:: The lift begins it's way up, just as Trila gets through the doors. The rush of air as the lift passes almost drags her back in::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::sighs:: Both: She was to meet me on this level. ::checks his rifle:: Let's find her before she causes trouble.
<Trila_Solahn> :: plops on the floor in relief and then gets to her feet, muttering something about really wanting to go home now as she heads down the corridor she's in, looking for a set of stairs leading downward::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to Ian and moves to let him take the lead::

ACTION:: The guards don't seem to be in a hurry to leave the lab, but more steps are heard heading for it, along with voices speaking of cleaning the lab::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops at the door and waits until the voices are gone before opening the door and peering to see that it is clear::

ACTION:: Trila happens to be on the level that Ian tricked the guards to taking, but at the moment there are no sign of them::

<Trila_Solahn> ::heads toward a door that she hopes will lead her to the stairs. Listens at the door to see if she can hear anything::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::waves the others to follow, and heads towards the lift that the guards had arrived on, which is around the next corner::
<Kahlan> ::follows Ian down the hall::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and follows Ian, behind Kahlan of course::
<Trila_Solahn> :: pushes open the door and peeks out::

ACTION:: Trila opens the door to see a large empty conference room, dimly lit::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets to the lift and looks around:: Both: Any idea of how to get out of this building?
<Trila_Solahn> Self: Damn, wrong door... ::heads toward another door that looks like it might lead to a stairwell::
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head:: Ian: I have no idea

ACTION:: On her way to that door, Trila spots another lift further down the corridor::

<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Ian: No.
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: How did you get in?
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls at the lift:: Self: I'm not going to be foolish to try THAT again....
<Ian_Hawkins> ::frowns and opens the lift:: Brask: Via the roof from another building, but that way is not a good one to leave by. ::enters the lift::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, entering the lift behind Kahlan::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: presses the button for the second level::

ACTION:: As Trila gets closer to the door, it opens and out steps two guards. Both guards head for the lift, and press the button at the panel for it::

<Trila_Solahn> :: pauses and watches the guards, taking a bit of a step to the side to make sure they don't happen to notice her::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::feels the lift go up and stop again:: Self: This isn't right. ::raises his rifle to the doors::
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises his own rifle, even though he hates using it::

ACTION:: The doors open to reveal the two guards who instinctively step inside, right in front of Brask and Ian's rifles::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::fires at point blank range::
<Brask_Key`far> :: fires also::
<Trila_Solahn> :: ducks to the ground and covers her head as the firing commences, glancing up to see what's going on::

ACTION:: Both guards fly out of the lift. Dead of course::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and looks at the dead guards::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks down at the guards:: Brask: Wrong place at the wrong time, eh?
<Kahlan> :: pulls her hands away from her ears, grimacing at the ringing caused by loud blaster fire in a small lift::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods slowly to Ian::
<Trila_Solahn> ::spots Ian and the others and grins:: Self: Finally, something is going my way. ::gets to her feet and sprints for the lift::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::spots Trila and holds the doors for her:: Both: There she is.

ACTION:: The door the guards exited open againa and more guards exit in a hurry, spurred on by the recent blaster fire::

<Trila_Solahn> ::keeps running for the lift::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::Spots the guards:: All: This is going to get ugly quick. :: points his rifle towards the guards but looks like he's going to shoot Trila::
<Trila_Solahn> ::slows down:: Ian: What the hell are you doing??
<Ian_Hawkins> ::frowns:: Trila: Get down! ::fires over her shoulder::
<Trila_Solahn> :: ducks and hits the floor, glancing behind her as Ian fires over her::

ACTION:: The guards return fire, but only briefly, as they are taken down by Ian's rapid firing::

<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Get in here!
<Trila_Solahn> ::crawls as fast as she can toward the lift the rest of the way, since she's pretty close now::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::checks his power pack and sees that it is drained:: Self: Poo Doo! ::tosses the rifle to the floor::
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears Ian and hands his rifle to him quickly, as if he can't stand holding it any longer anyway::
<Trila_Solahn> ::grabs her blaster and slides it to Ian:: Ian: Here!
<Kahlan> ::steps in front of Brask with her rifle and points it out the door, keeping her eyes out for more guards::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::releases the door so it will close, and re-enters for the second level... then looks at both blasters:: Both: Thanks ::takes both::

ACTION:: The lift begins to move again. This time all the way to the second level::

<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to Ian and backs up to the back wall of the lift, looking drained::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::checks both weapons and looks over to Trila:: Trila: You sure you don't want your blaster?
<Trila_Solahn> :: dusts herself off and looks at it:: Ian: Yeah, I'd better.... thanks... ::takes it::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods as she takes it back::

ACTION:: THe doors of the lift open on the second level and it seems very quiet there.::

%$%$% END EPISODE SEVENTEEN %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Eighteen

EPISODE EIGHTEEN:
The group is back together once again, but still need to get out of the building and out of the territoy. With luck, they might even find Will Cain and help him out of the Field Marshall's territory, as well.
Meanwhile, Will Cain and his agents have fought their way out of the hospital, with Commodore Symteria being helped along. They are down to Will and one other agent. Carrying the Commodore is bogging them down, as the Field Marshall's troops take chase.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE EIGHTEEN %$%$%

<Trila_Solahn> All: So what now? Anyone have any thoughts on how to get out of here?
<Kahlan> Trila: How about the way you came in?
<Trila_Solahn> :: blinks:: Kahlan: Are you kidding? That ways' probably flooded with guards by now
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Trila: The only place I know where to find from here is the prison cells. ::laughs::
<Brask_Key`far> All: Perhaps there is a lesser used exit we could use.
<Kahlan> Brask: You looked up a map when you came back for me right? Did you see anything?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks around quickly, then heads for the furthest corridor at the end, checking the doors as he goes:: All: Do any of you remember there being windows in this building?
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head:: Ian: Not that I've seen
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head also and turns to Kahlan:: Kahlan: I don't know what I did when I went back for you. :: frowns::
<Kahlan> Brask: Oh sorry... I forgot.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::finds a door that opens, then cautiously enters the darkened office::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows after Ian, silently hoping that they can get out without having to fight any more guards::
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask and Ian into the office, but stays near the door to watch the hallway::
<Trila_Solahn> :: peers in over his shoulder:: Ian: Why are you looking for windows? Surely you can't be serious about jumping from this height.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves around, using the light from the corridor, seeing what looks to be shades of some sort on the wall across from the door:: Brask: You think you can find something to activate the shades to open?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and looks around for a control panel or remote for the shades::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: doesn't look back to her:: Trila: If you have a better idea, feel free to share it.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves to the shades and feels them, then looks around the room:: Brask: There's a desk to the right side of the room. There might be something there.
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to the desk, looking it over::
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls::

ACTION:: Brask quickly finds a small control panel on the desk with controls for the room and communications::

<Brask_Key`far> :: quickly checks through the room controls for the one to open the shades::
<Trila_Solahn> ::heads to the window and feels around the walls near where the shades are::

ACTION:: Brask finds the window controls and not only activates the shades, but opens one of the windows::


<Ian_Hawkins> ::steps back and blinks his eyes, as the light begins to flood into the room::
<Trila_Solahn> ::winces at the sudden beams of light::
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to Ian:: Ian: Anything else?
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks out the open window to the ground below::
<Kahlan> :: blinks as her eyes adjust to the light::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::shakes his head and walks to the open window:: Brask: No, that should be all. ::looks down to see the distance and the people moving about outside the building:: All: What a nice morning.
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Ian: That's nice. How far down is it?
<Trila_Solahn> ::withdrawns her head and rolls her eyes at Ian: How nice of you to notice
<Brask_Key`far> :: checks the communication controls, trying to see if he can pick up any guard comm chatter::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::steps closer to the opening and hangs on with one hand as he leans out:: Kahlan: It looks to be about ten meters down. If we had some rope, we could repell down.
<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Ian: I doubt whoever works in this office keeps it in his drawers, though you never can tell.
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls hmself back in:: Kahlan: Perhaps not, but we can make a rope with something. Anything.
<Kahlan> Ian: My clothing help? ::grins and winks::
<Ian_Hawkins> Kahlan: If you wish to part with them, I'm sure we could make part of what we need with them.
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues checking the communication controls, trying to hack into a security comm channel::
<Trila_Solahn> ::sighs:: Self: Here we go again... Brask: Hey Brask, how good are you at pulling wire out of the walls?
<Kahlan> ::shrugs:: Ian: Alone it wil not be enough, but if we find something else and come up a few meters short I would be glad to help.
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs:: Trila: That depends on the wall. :: holds up his now mostly skinless metal right hand:: I could probably manage it. :: continues working on the controls::

ACTION:: Suddenly there is a loud buzz followed by comm chatter from the guards in the building. It seems very random, as if uncontrolled, but there is a slight hint of organization within the very brief conversations.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: listens to the comm chatter, trying to figure out if the guards know where they are, or where the guards are currently searching::
<Brask_Key`far> :: listens for a few moments and thinks:: Ian: It sounds like they are currently searching the lower levels and the main level.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Brask: That was where we found you, and where we killed those guards. I'm sure they will make it up this far soon.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, listening again until Ian says otherwise::
<Kahlan> ::stays in the doorway, holding her rifle and watching the corridor::
<Ian_Hawkins> All: If there is no other way out, we need to make some ropes to get down from here.
<Trila_Solahn> Brask: Do you think you could get enough wire from these walls to make us some kind of rope?
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks up:: Trila: I could try. :: moves to a wall and hits it with all his force, trying to punch a hole in it and look for wire or cable::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: begins looking around the room for some materials to use::

ACTION:: Brask's hole in the wall comes up empty::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and moves a meter or so to his right, trying again::
<Ian_Hawkins> Kahlan: Do you mind closing that door and locking it? :: begind tearing the upholstery off of the furniture::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Ian: Don't mind one bit. ::closes and locks the door::

ACTION:: Brask finds some conduits filled with wires, but they are firmly attached to the inside of the walls and would take some effort to remove::

<Kahlan> Ian: Do you think there's enough upholstry there to make a long enough rope?
<Brask_Key`far> :: grips a conduit firmly and pulls back as hard as he can::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::shakes his head:: Kahlan: No, but it will make it eaier to climb down, possibly. Like gloves.
<Kahlan> ::nods and moves over to help him:: Ian: Good thought. I'd prefer not to patch up everyone's hands.

ACTION:: As Brask pulls the conduit, sparks fly and high voltage rushes through his body, causing him to shake uncontrolably. Only when the current is cut off by a safety circuit does he fall to the floor::

<Kahlan> ::yells and runs over to Brask, kneeling down beside him::
<Brask_Key`far> :: lays on the floor, his eyes closed, as his skin and clothes smoke slightly::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops and looks over to Brask:: Kahlan: How is he?
<Kahlan> Ian: Out...but not for long. And when he wakes he may not know you. It happens when he overloads.
<Trila_Solahn> ::shakes her head:: Kahlan: He looks like he's been through the ringer...
<Kahlan> ::sighs and nods:: Trila: To free me...
<Brask_Key`far> :: opens his eyes and sits up, looking around and jumping to his feet, eyeing Ian and Trila::
<Kahlan> ::jumps up as well, laying a hand on Brask's arm::
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to stand between Kahlan and the others::
<Kahlan> Brask: They're not going to hurt me. We all need to get out of here.
<Brask_Key`far> :: growls and frowns:: Kahlan: I'm getting tired of these frelling blackouts. :: raises an eyebrow at her words:: Who are they?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and continues with ripping the furniture to shreds::
<Kahlan> Brask: Friends. The other members of our team. We need some way to get out the window. Can you get the wires or will it just shock you again?
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to eye Ian and Trila:: Kahlan: You sure about them?
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: Positive.
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs and turns to her:: Kahlan: What was that about wires?
<Kahlan> Brask: The wires in the wall. You were trying to get them out.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns:: Kahlan: I was? :: moves back to the wall and looks at the conduit he pulled out of it::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: begins putting the cloth strips together into a small pile, tying some together:: Trila: Want to start with the wires?
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: We thought we could make a rope from them
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow and moves to the open window, looking out:: Kahlan: Why? I might could jump that short of a distance. What is it? Like ten meters? :: continues to look out::
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Brask: Yes, but the rest of us can't jump it
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs and eyes Ian and Trila again:: Kahlan: I could carry 'you' down.
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head:: Brask: All of us.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and moves back to the wall, checking the conduit again::
<Trila_Solahn> Kahlan/Brask: Let's not take that chance... ::nods to the wall again:: You think you could still get those wires Brask?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops what he's doing:: All: Stop wasting time! Let's get ropes made.
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to look at Ian with a smirk:: Ian: Who put you in charge?
<Kahlan> Brask: Umm...he is in charge.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks to Kahlan, disbelief on his face:: Kahlan: Really?
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Brask: Yep. Now how about the wires?
<Brask_Key`far> :: rolls his eyes and shakes his head:: Who set up this group?.. :: turns back to the wall and grabs the conduit he pulled from the wall earlier, trying to pull it completely free from the wall and check how long the wires inside it are::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves to Trila:: Trila: Let's get those ropes made. The sun is coming up fast, and we won't have a lot of time to enjoy ourselves once we touch solid ground.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and moves to help Ian:: Ian: Right...

ACTION:: The conduit comes out easily now, and it is full of different sized wires. Most of which would be useless by itself, but if they were twisted together they could be strong enough. The number of wires and their lengths should give them a total of three ropes long enough to get then to the ground level::

<Kahlan> ::smiles and hugs Brask:: Brask: Perfect! ::grabs some of the wires and starts making a rope::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves to the window and takes a look outside to see if things have changed much, since last he looked::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smirks, turning to Ian:: Ian: You can stop ripping up stuff 'boss'. These wires should be long enough. :: turns back and starts twisting the wires together into a rope, raising an eyebrow at Kahlan's hug and leaning towards her and lowers his voice:: Kahlan: You sure we shouldn't just leave them? All this rope stuff is slowing us down.
<Kahlan> ::smiles and nods at Brask:: Brask: I'm sure
<Ian_Hawkins> ::as he looks outside, there is more light shining down on the streets, and more people out and about:: Self: Not the best thing to see. ::notices troops gathering around the main entrance, then looks to the buildings across the street for any cover they can use once on the ground::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns again and continues twisting up the rope:: Kahlan: Alright, but if they try anything they won't live to see it through. :: grins wickedly and raises his voice again:: Ian: So where are we headed 'boss'? :: the word boss said with obvious sarcasm of course::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves back inside:: Brask: Away from here. Is that good enough for you, for now?
<Trila_Solahn> ::Looks to where Ian is looking as she quickly assembles the ropes:: Ian: Getting lighter out there isn't it... we'll be lucky if we get down alive
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs:: Ian: Fine with me. But I'm going to need some answers once we get there.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Trila: We will make it. It'll have to be a one handed repell, while firing our rifles, but we can make it.
<Kahlan> Ian: Brask can jump down and cover us from the ground too.
<Kahlan> ::keeps making her rope::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves over to Brask:: Brask: We make it out of this mess, you will get all the answers you need. :: picks up some of the finished sections of the ropes and looks them over::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at the length they have and then looks down with her head slightly out of the window:: All: Think we got enough?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks over to Trila's rope and nods:: Brask/Kahlan: I think that is good. Let's find a secure place to plant these things.
<Kahlan> ::nods and looks around the room::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around the room, checking to see if the desk is anchored to the floor::
<Kahlan> Ian: How about the sofa?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Kahlan: Good call. Lets push it to the open window to brace it up.
<Kahlan> ::nods and moves over to the sofa frame, shoving it toward the window::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs and moves away from the desk, moving to help move the sofa frame::

ACTION:: The sofa moves across the open window with some effort, but it is sturdy enough to be trusted with all of their weight combined::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::helps tie one of the ropes to the sofa frame::
<Brask_Key`far> :: starts tying a rope to the frame::
<Trila_Solahn> ::helps secure the ropes quickly::
<Brask_Key`far> :: finishes with his rope and looks to whoever has the rifles:: All: I'll need a weapon.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::coils the rope, then grabs the cloth strips and begins wrapping his hands::
<Kahlan> ::hands a rifle to Brask, then wraps her hands with cloth::
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes the rifle and checks the power pack quickly, before moving to the window and looking out::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::hefts his rifle and makes sure it's ready to go, then grabs the coiled rope, tossing it over his shoulder:: All: Get ready. Can we all go down at once?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to Ian::
<Kahlan> ::coils up a rope and gets ready to go::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::climbs onto the frame and looks backwards down to the ground:: All: Let everyone know when you're ready.
<Brask_Key`far> :: climbs over the frame:: Ian: Ready.
<Kahlan> ::climbs over the frame and stands next to Brask:: Ian: Ready.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Trila:: Trila: Don't be afraid. You can do it.
<Trila_Solahn> ::makes a face and gets ont to the rope, climbing down::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sets the butt of his rifle into his armpit:: All: OK, let's do it. ::leans back and jumps, letting the rope slip through his hand::
<Kahlan> ::follows Ian's lead, jumping out the window::
<Brask_Key`far> :: grabs the edge of the window with his free hand and jumps down, sliding along the wall as he falls::

ACTION:: The falling ropes go nearly unnoticed, but it doesn't take long for troops to notice the few people looking up at the four coming down towards them. Brask is first to hit the ground, and troops respond by rushing him, with blasters ready::

<Brask_Key`far> :: spins and opens fire on the troops, rushing for any nearby cover::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::fires on the troops from above, as he is still coming down::

ACTION:: The troops are in the open and taken more or less by suprise, so they quickly withdraw to cover, which happens to be the corner of the building::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::touches down and rushes across the street to setup cover for the others::
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues firing at any visible troops::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::yells:: All: Move it!! Move it!!!
<Kahlan> ::slides the rest of the way down, and runs across the street to Ian::
<Trila_Solahn> :: doesn't need to be told as she sprints across the street::
<Brask_Key`far> :: tries to cover Kahlan as she runs across::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::lays down cover fire, waiting for Brask to join them:: Trila: Find us a ride!
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to follow the group as soon as everyone is over there::

ACTION:: The troops are pinned down for the most part, so the few blaster bolts heading for the group are not well aimed::

<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and runs a short distance from the group, looking for a speeder or a shuttle... then again, anything would be good::
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes aim and tries to pick off any troops stupid enough to show themselves::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Brask and then to Kahlan:: Both: Follow Miss Solahn. I'll be close behind.
<Trila_Solahn> ::runs a couple of blocks down and passes by an alleyway, where a nice little speeder is waiting just for her. She smiles:: Speeder: Aha, hello.... ::runs to it and hops in, powering it up::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs:: Ian: Whatever you say 'boss'. :: turns and heads off after Trila, making sure Kahlan is moving with him::
<Kahlan> ::runs with Brask::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::watches them get about a block away before firing a steady volley at the troops then running after the two::
<Trila_Solahn> ::the speeder powers up under her and she pulls out of the alleyway, looking up the street where the others are running toward her:: All: Let's go!!

ACTION:: Trila's find turns out to be a sports model speeder. A bit beat up, but more than in working order. Meanwhile, the troops have figured that they can take chase, but only after they decided to throw a grenade at an empty street corner::

<Brask_Key`far> :: runs and hops into the speeder:: Trila: Nice choice.
<Trila_Solahn> ::feels her adrenaline pulse as the speeder hums under her and can't wait to see what this puppy can do::
<Kahlan> ::jumps into the speeder::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::turns and fires a few shots at the one or two troops brave enough to expose themselves, then dives onto the speeder, grabbing on tight with one hand and firing with the other:: Trila: Anytime, Miss Solahn!
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and punches the throttle:: All: Hang on! This might get rough! ::takes off and drives them away from the firing troops::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::loses his rifle as he grabs on with both hands to prevent falling off::

ACTION:: Trila manages to get around a corner before a tank rounds the corner that they took cover by, which would have given it a clean shot at the speeder. Meanwhile, about ten blocks somewhere ahead of them, Will Cain has the Commodore hidden in a bombed out building::

%$%$% END EPISODE EIGHTEEN %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Nineteen

EPISODE NINETEEN:
The group speeds along the streets, keeping one turn ahead of the troops and the few tanks sent to bring them down. The speeder has taken a few hits and is not running the best, leaving Trila to find a good place to ditch it so that they can still make it on foot.
Meanwhile, Will Cain and his agent have managed to find a break and are heading for the border between the territories. His current path will take him very close to Pinnacle's path.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE NINETEEN %$%$%

<Trila_Solahn> ::swears under her breath as the speeder shudders again as she looks for a good place to ditch it (as per the prelude's instructions)::
<Kahlan> ::holds on tight::
<Brask_Key`far> :: is holding on as the speeder shudders and looking around for targets, still holding his blaster rifle::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::keeps looking back, as the sound of troops and tanks come closer from behind:: Trila: We have to get off this ride and on with our lives!
<Trila_Solahn> ::yells back at him:: Ian: Well, the moment you see an outlet to help me get rid of this thing, let me know! In the meantime, I'll looks for one too... ::growls something about smart*sses and ducks into an alleyway::

ACTION:: The speeder lets out a sharp backfire and smoke begins billowing from out of the engine cowlings::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and looks back:: Trila: I'd prefer to stop 'before' this wreck explodes.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::slides off the back and drops to his feet, then stands up and brushes the dust and dirt off of him::
<Trila_Solahn> ::gives another quick look behind her to see that she's lost her opressors and pulls the speeder to a halt near a massive garbage container. She quickly gets out:: All: Hurry, grab some of this garbage and pull it over this heap! It will hide it if they follow us....

ACTION:: Before Trila has a chance to shut the speeder down, it does her the favor of shutting itself down and comes to a floating stop, just before it drops to the ground::

<Brask_Key`far> :: hops out of the speeder and doesn't bother with garbage, turning to look for a good route away from where they are::
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls:: Speeder: Gee... thanks....
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to Ian:: Ian: Hey 'boss', does this group have an actual pilot?
<Kahlan> ::jumps out of the speeder and grabs some crap to throw over it::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves to the edge of the alley and peeks around the corner to see a tank approaching about a block away, with troops close behind it::
<Trila_Solahn> ::grabs debris and yanks it down onto the speeder:: Self: Stupid piece of junk... it's a wonder.... ::hears Brask make the remark about the pilot:: Brask: And just WHAT the heck do you think I am? A dancing Bantha??
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs:: Trila: Nah, I've seen Banthas pilot a speeder better than that.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves back away from the end of the alley:: All: Let's move. They will be here soon. Take the back exit of the alley. ::takes the lead out of there::
<Kahlan> ::follows Ian out::
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to follow Kahlan::
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls and clenches her fists, feeling her temper flare, but keeps her voice down:: Brask: Why you overgrown fluffy little sand monkey... ::follows the group::... I just saved your hide you ungrateful little <insert Tatooinian insult here>...
<Kahlan> Trila: I'd not say that if I were you. He's not himself remember.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops and turns around suddenly:: All: It would be best not to tell them where we are. ::said calmly:: Cut the quarrelling and let's get out of here alive. ::turns and continues on::
<Trila_Solahn> ::sighs to herself:: Self: I'm so getting tired of all this crap...
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears Ian and nods, following::

ACTION:: They exit the alley to what seems to be a safe back street of the city. The street seems to be deserted.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around for targets::
<Trila_Solahn> ::takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as she looks around:: All: This can't be right.... no street is ever that empty... it's the middle of the day.... ::said softly::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::checks the street and looks for a good place to hold up for a bit:: All: This way. ::heads for what looks like a bombed out restaurant::
<Brask_Key`far> :: waits for Kahlan to follow Ian before doing so himself, still looking around::
<Kahlan> ::follows Ian again::
<Trila_Solahn> ::follows Ian:: Ian: You seem like you know where you're going....
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Just going where the best cover is. From the looks of the surrounding buildings, this place has best line of sight, and room for all of us. ::stops at the open doorway::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around, scanning the area with his eyes:: Ian: What's wrong?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back at Brask:: Brask: Why don't you go in and see that it's clear. You're armed.
<Brask_Key`far> :: rolls his eyes:: Ian: I thought you had a rifle too?
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: Thanks to Miss Solahn's skillful piloting, I lost mine.
<Brask_Key`far> :: smirks:: Ian: Great, so we've got a pilot who can't fly a speeder, and a leader who drops his weapons. :: turns to Kahlan:: Kahlan: This is a top notch group you have here, really. :: obviously being sarcastic:: Ian: Fine fine. Step aside, 'boss'. :: moves past Ian to check the building, keeping his rifle raised and staying alert for any trouble::
<Kahlan> ::raises an eyebrow as she watches him go:: All: Anyone have a ready source of electricity?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::frowns to Kahlan:: Kahlan: Is that what we need to keep him quiet?
<Kahlan> Ian: It will knock him out, and usually brings back his normal self. ::shrugs:: Though I suppose there is risk involved.

ACTION:: As Brask moves into the darkened building, lit only in several places by sunlight, he sees three hidden men. Two with weapons, and one seems to be unconscious::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Kahlan: I prefer him as he is, but only quiet.
<Brask_Key`far> :: aims at the two armed men:: Men: Identify yourselves.
<Agent> :: pops out of his hiding place:: Brask: Identify this! :: begins blasting Brask::
<Brask_Key`far> :: dodges to the left quickly and fires at the man::

ACTION:: The agent takes a hit to the chest and falls back. The other man stands and drops his weapon::

<Trila_Solahn> ::starts to speak but ducks behind something as the shooting begins. Powers up her blaster and waits::
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes aim at the second man:: Man: That was a bad move friend.
<Kahlan> ::shrugs:: Ian: He is who he is. Unfortunately I can't keep him quiet. You're lucky I can keep him from going after you. For some reason he remembers me when he's like this, but no one else.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::spins himself inside the doorway to see Brask pointing his rifle at a shadow:: Brask: What is it?
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: Two armed men, I got one and the other dropped his weapon. Should I finish him off?
<Will> ::sees Ian and recognizes him:: Ian: You! Thought you were dead. You know this furball?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::recognizes the voice from the shadow:: Will: Step into the light or I'll have him shoot.
<Trila_Solahn> ::gets out from her hiding place::
<Will> ::steps out into the light:: Ian: I have the Commodore. He needs to be taken back to Dimitri.
<Brask_Key`far> :: keeps his weapon trained on Will::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Brask:: Brask: If he tries anything, do what you want with him. ::looks back to Will:: Will: Where is the Commodore?
<Will> ::keeping his eyes on Brask's horrible features and nods behind him:: Ian: He's back there?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Kahlan: Kahlan! We need your help in here. ::walks towards the Commodore::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smirks:: Will: What are you staring at? Upset cause I killed your pal?
<Kahlan> ::runs into the room:: Ian: What is it?
<Trila_Solahn> ::eyes Will carefully. Staying where she is::
<Ian_Hawkins> Kahlan: The Commodore is here. Have a look to make sure he's OK. ::kneels down beside him::
<Kahlan> ::nods and kneels down beside the Commodore, checking him over::
<Will> ::continues to eye Brask from top to bottom:: Brask: What the sith happened to you?
<Brask_Key`far> Will: A lot. And it's put me in something of a killing mood, so I suggest you shut up and shake your head, your eyes are stuck.
<Will> ::frowns and looks over to Trila:: Trila: You made it too?
<Ian_Hawkins> Kahlan: Can he be moved?
<Kahlan> Ian: Yes. He's in good shape considering all he's been through
<Brask_Key`far> :: sighs:: Ian: You sure we should be just sitting around here 'boss'?
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls:: Will: Whats that supposed to mean?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Kahlan: Prepare him to be carried. ::stands up:: I'm sure Mr. Cain can do the honors.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns at Ian's words:: Ian: So we need him alive? :: grumbles::
<Will> Trila: I thought you would be dead by now.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::turns to Brask:: Brask: Unless you want to be the tauntaun <sp check>.
<Trila_Solahn> ::grins:: Will: I'm too stubborn to die....
<Kahlan> ::takes a closer look at the Commodore, checking his injuries:: Ian: He can be carried.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to Ian and lowers his rifle::
<Will> Heard Ian's comments:: Trila: I can see that. I don't suppose you would help me out here, would you?
<Ian_Hawkins> Will: If you want your precious Commodore to live, you better start carrying him. ::moves over and snatches up Will's weapon:: And since you will be busy, you won't be needing this.
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to pick up the agent's weapon::
<Will> ::frowns:: Ian: Enjoy yourself now. ::moves over and hefts the Commodore carfully off the floor::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smirks:: Ian: That sounded an awful lot like a threat to me 'boss'. Better be careful.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::heads for the door:: All: Looks like there's no time to rest. Let's head out to friendlier places, if there is such a thing on this rock.
<Trila_Solahn> ::folds her arms and shakes her head:: Will: I think you can manage....
<Ian_Hawkins> ::grins to Brask:: Brask: No worries here.
<Brask_Key`far> :: checks the charge on his rifle as well as the agent's weapon, before heading outside::
<Kahlan> ::follows the others outside::

ACTION:: The street is still clear, as the group makes their way towards the border zone::

<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around for any targets once again, holding both weapons at the ready::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back occassionally to see Will trudging along behind Brask::

ACTION:: Several instances of ducking and dodging and the group makes it to the border zone, which happens to be a no-man's land of mines and bomb craters::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops behind some cover and waits for the others to gather near::
<Kahlan> ::stops with Ian::
<Brask_Key`far> :: stops near Ian, looking ahead of them to the border zone::
<Will> ::sets the Commodore safely on the ground and catches his breath after stretching a bit::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smirks:: Will: Why don't you go on ahead and scout us out a clear path?
<Ian_Hawkins> All: OK, looks like we would do best to wait until dark before crossing. ::looks over to Will:: I'll carry the Commodore across, and you will lead us through the mines. I'd rather have you blow up before anyone else.
<Trila_Solahn> ::smirks and snickers::
<Will> ::nods:: Ian: Of course, take furball's side.
<Brask_Key`far> :: grins:: Ian: Good call 'boss'.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks around for a comfortable place to sit out the daylight::
<Will> ::sits down next to the Commodore, wishing he had the rest of his agents back from the grave::
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves over to Ian:: Ian: So what happens if twitchy here steps on a mine after only a meter?
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: You volunteering to take second?
<Brask_Key`far> :: laughs:: Ian: No.
<Kahlan> ::sits down to wait, looking out over the border::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Brask: It might be better if you keep your voice to yourself, too. We don't want to have to make a run across too soon.
<Brask_Key`far> :: smirks again but nods, lowering his voice:: Ian: Whatever you say, 'boss'.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::settles back and closes his eyes, but doesn't sleep::
<Brask_Key`far> :: considers killing Ian and taking over but decides now is not the time since he might need more mine fodder later::

%$%$% END EPISODE NINETEEN %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Twenty

EPISODE TWENTY:
It's dusk, and the patrols are about to change shifts. Ian has told Will to get ready to lead them across the minefield. He also added that if they don't make it, neither does the Commodore. Will is preparing for what could be rough crossing. The rest only has to survive.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE TWENTY %$%$%

<Brask_Key`far> :: checks the power packs on his weapons, looking around::
<Will_Cain> ::moves to the point where they have to leave and looks to see that the patrol is moving on as usual::
<Trila_Solahn> ::waits with the others, wondering when they're going to get moving.... she yawns and looks wearily around::
<Kahlan> ::checks the Commodore one last time to be sure he can be moved::
<Brask_Key`far> :: slaps Will on the back, speaking quietly:: Will: Try not to get yourself blown to chunks too quick. :: smirks::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::watches Will move to his position and slides over to the Commodore to pick him up::
<Will_Cain> ::shakes his head to Brask's comment::
<Brask_Key`far> :: laughs quietly and moves back to the others::
<Ian_Hawkins> Kahlan: I hope he makes it. If not, I'd hate to imagine who takes his place.
<Kahlan> Ian: He should be fine.
<Will_Cain> ::sees the patrol change and move on their first rounds:: All: Get ready to go.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and looks over to Will:: Kahlan: Stick close to Brask. ::looks over to Trila and motions her near, before hefting the Commodore to his shoulder::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to Will and waits::
<Trila_Solahn> ::saunters over to Ian:: Ian: What's up?
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Ian: Of course.
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Stick close to me, and keep the pace. ::looks to Will:: Are you ready, Miss Solahn?
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods slowly to let him know she got the first part, then nods briskly again:: Ian: Ready and waiting.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Will again:: All: Let the hero take a good lead before following. ::nods to Brask:: Brask: Take the rear, ok?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to Ian::
<Will_Cain> ::waves for them to follow and heads out::
<Brask_Key`far> :: grins and lowers his voice:: Kahlan: Good, lots of meat between us and those mines. :: starts to follow in the rear::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves to position and watches, letting Will get a lead and memorizing his footsteps:: Trila: Blast him if he looks like he's going to turn us over.
<Kahlan> ::raises an eyebrow, but doesn't bother to comment as she walks beside him::
<Brask_Key`far> :: steps lightly as he follows, looking around and idly wondering how many mines there are in the field::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::heads out, following in the footsteps, keeping sight of Will::
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles with a small glint of pleasure in her eye:: Ian: You betcha.... ::stays near Ian, watching Will out of the corner of her eye::
<Will_Cain> ::slides down into a crater and waits for the others:: Self: I hate being used like this. ::twitches a little:: They could have given my weapon back at least.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sees Will slide into the crater, but doesn't see him come out the other side::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Slip ahead of me and make sure he's not up to something. ::shifts over for her to pass::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods casually and moves ahead of Ian, moving closer to Will as if naturally::

ACTION:: The patrol is still on their rounds on the other side of the field, but it won't be long before they will be able to spot the group crossing::

<Will_Cain> ::sees Trila at the top of the crater:: Trila: You need to move faster.
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles at him:: Will: Why?
<Brask_Key`far> :: curses under his breath at the slow speed at which they are crossing the field, wishing that his creator had been nice enough to equip him with some kind of infrared or electronics sensor::
<Will_Cain> ::frowns and twitches a bit:: Trila: If we want to get across before being spotted, we need to be quick. Why you so far behind?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops behind Trila: Go on. Let's keep moving.
<Will_Cain> ::shakes his head and moves up the other side of the crater, to continue on::
<Trila_Solahn> ::shrugs:: Will: Well this is a minefield, is it not?
<Trila_Solahn> ::follows along with the group, keeping ahead of Ian and near Will as ordered (I think we can assume she's already entered the crater too..)::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves into the crater, with the Commodore safely on his shoulder::
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to follow along, keeping an eye out for trouble::
<Kahlan> ::keeps up with Brask, sliding over the edge of the crater::
<Will_Cain> ::snakes his way through the field, heading for the far border::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves up over the opposite side of the crater and looks to see where Will is::

ACTION:: The sound of a small explosion sounds in the distance ahead of them. Moments after, the dark sky lights up, as a flare floats down over the field.::

<Trila_Solahn> ::looks up at the flare:: Will: What was that?
<Brask_Key`far> :: curses and looks around for cover::
<Will_Cain> ::stops suddenly and looks around::
<Kahlan> ::stops and looks up at the flare, mumbling something rude under her breath::
<Trila_Solahn> ::watches Will::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::keeps moving:: Trila: Get to Will and tell him to keep moving or he'll be shot.
<Brask_Key`far> :: curses again:: Kahlan: Come on. :: keeps moving::
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask::
<Trila_Solahn> ::keeps moving and gives Will a shove:: Will: You'll have us spotter if you don't keep moving... you told me so yourself
<Will_Cain> ::looks to Trila and shakes his head:: Trila: I'm not stupid. If we move, we will be shot for sure. I know these tactics.

ACTION:: A few blaster bolts fire, hitting the ground six meters ahead of them, followed by a voice asking for identification::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves in close to Trila and Will:: Will: Do as you're told. She will put a bolt in you without thinking if you don't.
<Brask_Key`far> :: curses again, a little louder this time:: Kahlan: Tell me again why we're supposed to follow this di'kut's orders? :: motions to Ian::
<Kahlan> Brask: Because he's the boss
<Brask_Key`far> :: grins:: Kahlan: He doesn't have to be..
<Trila_Solahn> ::holds her blaster out in front of her. She doesn't take aim moreso than she's just more or less showing it to him:: Will: Move it, or it won't be the mines you'll have to worry about...
<Kahlan> ::elbows him:: Brask: Yes, he does. Trust me, you like him
<Will_Cain> ::looks to Trila then back to the voice:: All: We are going to get killed. ::moves on towards the voice:: Voice: This is Special Agent Will Cain and my squad. We are returning from a mission! ::watches his every step::
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow:: Kahlan: I do? Why? :: shakes his head and looks around again::
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Brask: I don't know, but normally you get along with him quite well. I promise.

ACTION:: A few more bolts land a little closer, followed by the voice asking for an authorization code::

<Trila_Solahn> Will: You'd better have a code
<Brask_Key`far> :: stays back a bit from the group as he continues to look around for anything useful, cover, a path through the mines, anything::
<Will_Cain> ::worried and twitching more than usual:: Voice: Alpha Ten Tango Zero... "Take me to your leader". ::looks back a moment to the others, before continuing on::

ACTION:: Another blaster bolt is fired. This time it knocks out the flare that was still floating down from the sky.::

<Ian_Hawkins> Will: See? I knew you could do it. Now keep moving. ::watches his footing::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sighs quietly, glad to be under cover of darkness once more::
<Will_Cain> ::grumbles as he snakes his way through the mines::
<Trila_Solahn> ::takes a loose aim at Will. She doesn't like the way he's twitching and finds herself getting a little edgy because of it::
<Trila_Solahn> ::keeps moving quickly, following him and moving along with the others::

ACTION:: With the recent activity from the side they are heading for, the Field Marshall's side has come to alert and begin firing into the mine field with mortars. Explosions throw soil and rock at the group as they pick up the pace::

<Brask_Key`far> :: curses again:: Kahlan: I am getting really tired of this planet.
<Ian_Hawkins> :: ducks occassionally, looking over to the Commodore to check him out once in a while::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: I agree...
<Will_Cain> ::almost running through the mines, gets out ahead of Trila, as if making a break for it:: All: Hurry!
<Trila_Solahn> :: ducks the debris and dust as she tries to keep up with Will:: Will: That didn't work! ::takes a more solid aim at him in case he gets too far away::
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: If our mission was to end the fighting here we should have just killed both the Field Marshall and the Commodore, that'd have ended it real quick. Assuming that was our mission here.

ACTION:: Soon after Will says "Hurry" a mortar hits his location and spews body parts and blood all over::

<Kahlan> Brask: It wasn't. There's more to it than that.
<Kahlan> :: ducks as chunks of Will fly all over the place::
<Trila_Solahn> ::winces and ducks down, covering her head with her armsLL'
<Brask_Key`far> :: sighs as he spots Will take a hit, shaking his head:: Rookie.
<Ian_Hawkins> :: drops to a knee hoping that they don't zero in on them anymore:: All: Keep moving!
<Trila_Solahn> ::swears in Tattooinian:: All: That was WAY too close... ::moves quickly across the field to the other side::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets up and takes the lead, picking his way past the crater that was once Will::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows along at a quick pace::
<Kahlan> ::follows, staying close to Brask::

ACTION:: After a few more close rounds, they are met by some of the Commodore's troops past the border of the mine field::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::sets the Commodore down:: Kahlan: Kahlan! Check him out!
<Kahlan> ::rushes foward and kneels next to the Commodore, checking his vitals::
<Brask_Key`far> :: hangs back a bit, not wanting the troops to get jumpy and shoot him based on his appearance::
<Troop Leader> All: Which of you is Agent Cain?
<Trila_Solahn> :: doesn't answer right away as she's unsure how at the moment since Will was just blown to bits::
<Kahlan> Ian: He's fine
<Brask_Key`far> :: calls from the darkness:: TL: That crater a few meters into the field.
<Kahlan> Ian: The Commodore I mean.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stands:: Troop Leader: I am. Who are you? Name and Rank!
<Troop Leader> ::looks to the shadowy figure that is Brask and then to Ian quickly:: Ian: Uh... Master Seargent Thomas Weldrow, Sir.
<Trila_Solahn> ::moves to stand next to Ian, holstering her blaster quickly::
<Brask_Key`far> :: keeps both his weapons in his hands, hanging at his sides at the moment though::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves into his face:: Troop Leader: Weldrow, you know you have cost us a man's life just now? This was to be a covert operation and you compromised it. :: points to the Commodore:: You know who that is?
<Troop Leader> ::looks to the Commodore and back to Ian:: Ian: Um, no, Sir. Who is it?
<Brask_Key`far> :: laughs:: Very well educated troops we have.
<Kahlan> ::rolls her eyes at the man's idiocy and decides she'd better keep an eye on Brask, heading back to stand with him::
<Ian_Hawkins> Troop Leader: That is our Commodore! We just saved his life. A life that could have perished due to your incompetence! ::looks back to the others then into his face again:: Get us transport. On the double!
<Brask_Key`far> :: calls forward again:: Ian: Why don't you just get them to take his highness back, we don't need that paperwork, sir.

ACTION:: The Master Sgt. stumbles back a step and shouts an order to one of the troops to call for a shuttle::

<Trila_Solahn> ::smirks and leans into Ian:: Ian: Nice to see you still got some tricks up your sleeve...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back to Brask:: Brask: They may as well give us a ride at the same time, don't you think? ::gives him a wink and a nod::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs and lowers his voice:: Our own shuttle would be useful...

ACTION:: Minutes later, a shuttle glides in low and lands ten meters from their location::

<Kahlan> ::hears him and shrugs:: Brask: Maybe they will...
<Troop Leader> ::moves back to Ian:: Ian: Sir, your shuttle is ready. ::motions for troops to carry the Commodore onto the shuttle::
<Brask_Key`far> :: stays in the shadows as long as possible::
<Ian_Hawkins> Troop Leader: Don't think I won't report you, Weldrow. Just be lucky you killed an agent and not the Commodore. ::waves for the others to follow and heads for the shuttle.::
<Kahlan> ::follows Ian to the shuttle::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sprints into the shuttle, not wanting to give the troops too good a view of him::
<Kahlan> ::enters the shuttle after Brask rushes past her::
<Trila_Solahn> ::settles herself into the shuttle as it lifts off, feeling awkward she's not driving::

ACTION:: Once everyone is aboard, the shuttle lifts off and heads for the same building that Dimitri had setup as temporary government headquarters. After only four minutes, the shuttle lands and medics move in to take the Commodore::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::exits the shuttle and looks around, before stopping one of the medics:: Medic: Where is Dimitri Shashikov?
<Medic> ::looks a bit suprised at first:: Ian: He should be in the main chamber. ::rushes on with the others tending the Commodore::
<Kahlan> ::leaves the shuttle, watching the medics take the Commodore, breathing a sigh of relief to have him finally back safely in his territory::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows Kahlan, eyeing anyone who looks at him funny::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: All: Let's get this over with. ::looks to Brask:: Brask: You remember how to operate a communications terminal?
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs:: Ian: Same as anyone.

ACTION:: Those around the shuttle give the group a wide bearth, due to the looks of them all. Brask's appearance gets a few gasps, but they are hidden behind hands::

<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: Good. You need to get ahold of Pinnacle HQ and have them send a transport. Explain that ours was destroyed soon after we arrived.
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow:: Ian: Who?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Kahlan:: Kahlan: Help him remember, please. ::looks to Trila:: Trila: Want to go for a walk? ::heads inside to find Dimitri::
<Kahlan> ::raises an eyebrow:: Ian: I'll try.
<Trila_Solahn> ::shrugs:: Ian: Okay...
<Trila_Solahn> ::follows Ian::
<Brask_Key`far> :: grabs the nearest person, whoever it is, besides the group:: Where is the nearest communications terminal?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::enters the building and heads down a corridor:: Trila: We need to set things straight with our friend Dimitri. Your blaster loaded?
<Crewman> ::tries to pull free from Brask, obviously scared out of his wits:: Brask: Inside and to the right, down two levels.
<Brask_Key`far> :: shoves the crewman and turns to head that way::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods briskly:: Ian: Of course... loaded and ready... ::smirks::
<Crewman> ::scambles away, in tears and in soiled trousers::
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask:: Brask: People are frightened of you. Try to be a bit less rough or someone will call security.
<Brask_Key`far> :: laughs as he watches the man run:: Kahlan: That'd be more fun than just sitting around here. :: continues on in the direction indicated to him by the crewman::
<Kahlan> Brask: But not a good idea. ::laughs::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks back at her and grins:: Kahlan: Don't think I could take them? :: winks at her and continues on::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::turns a corner and spots a secretary:: Secretary: Excuse me, but could you direct me to the main chamber?
<Kahlan> ::smiles:: Brask: I know you can. But it woudn't get us out of here, and I know you want to leave this planet.
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs:: Kahlan: True. So who is this Pinnacle he was talking about?
<Kahlan> Brask: The company we work for. They're based on Tynna
<Secretary> :: doesn't look up from her data pad:: Ian: Down the corridor and to the left, then up to levels. Can't miss it. :: points as she directs::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: Guessed the former. So what exactly is it we do for them?
<Kahlan> Brask: Anything they ask us to.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods at the Secretary and moves off with Ian::
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Ahh.. Mercs, that works I guess. :: shrugs:: So do they know they have an android in their employ? :: smirks::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::heads for the lift:: Trila: What should we do? Kill him, threaten him, or just say good bye and leave him high and dry?
<Trila_Solahn> ::raises her eyebrows and looks at him oddly:: Ian: You're asking ME, this? Now?
<Kahlan> Brask: They know a lot... I wouldn't be a bit surprised if they knew more about you than we do.
<Brask_Key`far> :: thinks:: Kahlan: So why didn't I know?
<Kahlan> ::sighs:: Brask: Guess they didn't think you needed to
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Yes, it was a question directed to you. ::grins and keeps walking, until he gets to the lift, but waits to push the button::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns:: Kahlan: I don't like being used...
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: No one does.
<Trila_Solahn> ::snorts:: Ian: I'm surprised you haven't guessed the answer by now... My first instinct is to kill him... but there are fates that are worse than death... ::grins maliciously:: Like leaving him here to deal with all this... leaving him high and dry and washing our hands of it...
<Brask_Key`far> :: grins wickedly:: Kahlan: Well I suppose I'll just have to ask this Pinnacle company what they had planned for me when we get back. :: reaches the level where the terminals are and heads into the room, spotting a number of terminals and moving to the nearest empty one::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and presses the button:: Trila: Our assignment was to determine the cause of the storms and the debris. We have done that to some respect, and more. I don't see any reason to do more for these people. It seems that they were destined for war regardless.
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods:: Ian: Sometimes you can't fight the inevitable....
<Brask_Key`far> :: puts both rifles over his shoulders and accesses the terminal, trying to get in touch with Pinnacle HQ on Tynna::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::enters the now open lift:: Trila: And it is not our problem. Dimitri has his precious Commodore back. It was the Commodore we were working for in the first place, so I feel we did him a service beyond what he was requesting.

ACTION:: Brask manages to get contact with Pinnacle inc. but text only. After several hoops to go through, they get onto a secure line and are asked for directions for an extraction::

<Trila_Solahn> Ian: I wonder will we get a bonus?
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and looks through the terminal's memory for a map of the city::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::shakes his head:: Trila: I doubt that we will get full payment at all, unless the Commodore comes to and upholds his end of things. ::feels the lift go up two levels and open, just as fast::
<Brask_Key`far> :: curses when he doesn't find a map and just tells them to trace his signal and land at the building they are in::

ACTION:: Pinnacle HQ confirms the extraction point and tells Brask that they will have a ship there within the next day::

<Trila_Solahn> :: blinks and gives Ian a "You're joking" look:: Ian: After everything we went throught? If I don't get my money, I'll kill Dimitri myself and take it out of his bony hide!
<Brask_Key`far> :: closes the connection and turns:: Kahlan: They'll be here within a day. Now what? :: laughs::
<Kahlan> ::shrugs:: Brask: We could find the others. We'll need to tell them anyway.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nod:: Trila: Not a bad idea. We can demand payment before we leave. Cut out HQ all together. ::chuckles as he exits the lift::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods::
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles:: Ian: I like THAT idea....
<Ian_Hawkins> ::lets the grin leave his face as he finds the entrance to the main chamber:: Trila: Time for business. ::moves to the doors and pushes them open::
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles and lets the smile leave her face too as she follows Ian::
<Kahlan> Brask: Did you happen to notice the way to the main chamber when you were in the system?

ACTION:: As soon as Trila and Ian enter, they are sided by guards::

<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::looks up from his seat:: Guards: Let them pass. They are heroes!
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Kahlan: Let's just get someone to tell us, faster that way. :: moves to the nearest person and grabs them:: Where is the main chamber?
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls and feels her hand twitch on her blaster slightly. She bites her tongue knowing that her mouth could easily get her in trouble here::
<Redshirt> :: looks at Brask with eyes wide and stutters a bit:: Brask: Wh..wh..what are you?! :: tries to pull away::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: brushes himself off and walks towards Dimitri:: Dimitri: Mr. Shashikov. I see you have made yourself comfortable. I'd also be suprised at your reaction, had I not known that you now have control of the Commodore and his position.
<Brask_Key`far> :: smirks:: Man: Hostile.. Just answer the question.
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head and steps in:: Redshirt: He won't hurt you. He's had a bad day is all. Can you help us find the main chamber?
<Redshirt> :: keeps trying to get away:: Brask: Let go of me!
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks to Kahlan: Kahlan: Who says I won't hurt him?
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::gets a look of being insulted, but it quickly fades:: Ian: Ah, well, you see... I am just filling in until he recovers, which shouldn't be long from now. ::grins::
<Kahlan> Brask: I say you won't hurt him.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Dimitri: Of course. That is unless something unexpected were to happen to him, right? ::shoots a quick glance to Trila::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smirks and faces the man again:: Man: Better do as she says, her words may only be able to restrain me for a little while.
<Trila_Solahn> Dimitri: And he is in the best of care right now.... correct? ::grips her blaster::
<Redshirt> :: continues trying to get away:: Brask: I don't know what you are but you shouldn't be here! Let me go! :: turns to look at the other people:: Help!
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::still grinning:: Ian: Do either of you know something I don't? ::motions for them to take a seat:: Come. Have a seat. ::looks to the guards:: A drink perhaps?
<Kahlan> Brask: Maybe you ought to let him go...we're drawing attention
<Brask_Key`far> :: growls:: Man: Just tell us! :: slams his fist into the nearest terminal::

ACTION:: Both Brask and Redshirt begin shaking as electricity courses through their bodies.::

<Trila_Solahn> ::shakes her head:: Dimitri: No thanks...
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes for several seconds before blacking out and falling to the floor, his grip loosening as he does so::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::takes a seat:: Dimitri: Nothing for me, either. ::looks to Trila:: Except...
<Kahlan> ::knows Brask will be fine, and checks on the other man::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::not grinning anymore:: Ian: Yes?
<Kahlan> ::smiles as she sees that he'll be all right, then turns to Brask and shakes him gently::
<Brask_Key`far> :: lies still for several moments before sitting up quickly and opening his eyes, looking around:: Kahlan: Kahlan? What happened? :: frowns at the rifles on his back and quickly discards them::
<Ian_Hawkins> Dimitri: You do realize that we were hired by your government to do a job... and during that job, we have done much more than what was expected.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::sits down:: Ian: Get to the point.
<Kahlan> Brask: You were blacked out for a while again but it's ok. We contacted Pinnacle and we'll be going home soon.
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles:: Kahlan: That's good. :: stands and dusts himself off::
<Kahlan> Brask: We need to tell Ian and Trila now. ::turns to see if anyone is still around after the frying incident::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head a bit and looks around also:: Kahlan: Where are they? And where are we for that matter?
<Ian_Hawkins> Dimitri: We deserve our payment, and more. However, we will settle for what is owed us, and now would be the best timeframe for that. ::shifts his blaster rifle to his lap, and looks to the guards::
<Kahlan> Brask: We're back in the Commodore's territory. Ian and Trila are meeting with Dimitri in the main chamber
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: And where is that?
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::nods:: Ian: Is that all? ::shifts in his seat:: You do realize that the original arrangement was with the Commodore and I am not obligated to uphold it.
<Trila_Solahn> ::steps forward a little:: Dimitri: Did you or did you not just say you are filling his shoes until he recovers?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Trila:: Dimitri: I believe you will uphold it, regardless. That or you will not be alive to enjoy your new position for long.
<Trila_Solahn> ::steps up to his desk and leans on it, staring down at him almost seductively:: Dimitri: I believe that does include taking care of any of his previous duties and fulfillments...
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::looks to Trila:: Trila: Yes, I did say that. You fail to realize that I do not hold all of his power as of yet. Therefore I will not take this issue on as my own.
<Trila_Solahn> ::holds out her blaster and touches the tip of his nose with it, her smile fading:: Dimitri: I think.... you will...... ::said slowly::.... isn't that right?
<Kahlan> Brask: That's what we need to find out next. Come on. There's been an accident and we need to leave this place. ::heads back the way they came::
<Trila_Solahn> ::glances back at Ian hoping he'll take on the two guards should they move to protect Dimitri::

ACTION:: The sound of blaster rifles charging up behind her can be heard, as the guards step forward::

<Brask_Key`far> :: looks at the terminals and shrugs, moving to one and trying to bring up a layout of the building they are in, his fingers flying over the inputs, looking for anythings marked 'main chamber'::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::smiles:: Dimitri: See? I told you that you might not live, if you didn't hold up your end of the deal.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::smiles:: Ian: You failed to notice the guards? You are surely out numbered.
<Kahlan> Brask: Hurry... ::listens for footsteps::
<Trila_Solahn> :: doesn't flinch:: Guards: You can shoot me until I'm a bloody pulp, but one well placed shot and he's dead regardless... ::looks back at Dimitri and leans in toward him, a malevolent smile on her lips:: And you surely underestimate who you're dealing with, my darling....
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks down at his rifle, which has been ready to go since before they entered:: Dimitri: You have no idea what we are capable of. I seem to notice that Miss Solahn has a blaster in your face, which would likely go off before the guards take her down.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::nods:: Both: Then we all die. Is that what you want?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to the guards and then to Trila:: Dimitri: We won't all die. Just most of us. What we do want is our credits.
<Trila_Solahn> Dimitri: Is it what YOU want? All we want is our money and we'll be on our way.... surely you don't want to die just when you've gotten settled into this nice office... with the nice chair... ::smiles::... shame not to get to enjoy it, don't you think?
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and moves away from the terminal:: Kahlan: Can't find the location of that room.
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: Which is why I said we needed to leave here. We need to find someone to ask. ::winks at him and heads back the way they came::
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow and follows her::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::shrugs:: Both: Then we are at a stale mate. You want credits and I don't want to give them... But we do agree that we want to live.
<Kahlan> ::keeps walking until she finds someone who looks more friendly than afraid:: Woman: Can you please tell me how to find the main chamber?
<Ian_Hawkins> Dimitri: I never said I wanted to live. If it were up to me, I'd kill you and take the credits.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::sighs:: Both: Very well. You will have your credits. How much was it?
<Woman> ::looks at Brask but is too polite to stare and gives Kahlan a small smile:: Kahlan: It's up four levels from here. You can't miss it.
<Kahlan> Woman: Thank you. ::walks down the corridor to the first lift she sees::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles warmly to the woman:: Woman: Thank you. :: follows Kahlan::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Tell him how much we are supposed to have.
<Kahlan> ::enters the lift and waits for Brask before pressing the right button::
<Trila_Solahn> ::still holds the blaster to his face as she walks around the side of his desk and stands next to him in the chair:: Dimitri: 10,000 credits...... ::adds with a smile::.... each......
<Brask_Key`far> :: enters the lift also, looking at himself and frowning:: Kahlan: I need to cover this metal.
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: I agree, but since I have no spare clothing, and it wouldn't fit you anyway, I'm not sure how we can accomplish that.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Kahlan: A cloning vat would be nice, but that is expensive... Perhaps Pinnacle has something that would help. :: thinks::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Ah, Miss Solahn. Did you forget the bonus pay of another 10,000 each? ::looks to Dimitri:: Dimitri: Yes, that's right. Extra hazard pay. Oh, and do not forget that there are four of us.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::frowns:: Ian: I don't see four of you.
<Kahlan> ::steps out of the lift as the doors open and stops another person, getting directions to the chamber, and heads that way::
<Trila_Solahn> ::slips her arm across the back of his chair as she holds her blaster steady with the other hand:: Ian: Oh yes, that's right... ::giggles foolishly::.. my mistake... silly me... I must be having a blonde moment... Dimitri: The other two are on their way...
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows Kahlan once more::
<Kahlan> Brask: I imagine Pinnacle has something that can help, but I don't know if you ought to trust them now that you know what you are.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and nods slowly to Kahlan::
<Kahlan> Brask: They kept you in the dark this long for some reason... If they knew you knew... ::shrugs and stops outside the main chamber doors:: This is the place.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::waves the guards to step back:: Guards: Stand down. I'll handle this. :: presses a few buttons on his terminal to bring up accounts::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns again, nodding:: Kahlan: Right...
<Kahlan> ::tries the door::
<Trila_Solahn> ::watches him work his terminal, making sure that everything is right::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::looks up:: Both: I need account numbers to send this to.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stands up:: Dimitri: No, I don't think so. We want it here and now. In our greedy little hands. I'm sure you can arrange that.
<Kahlan> ::opens the door and steps into the room, looking around at all the blasters and hostility::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows Kahlan into the room::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::shakes his head:: Ian: It will take much longer that way. Our funds are not in this building.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods:: Dimitri: Then you can take us to them...
<Ian_Hawkins> Dimitri: We have time. ::looks to the opening doors:: And here are the others.
<Kahlan> Ian: Time for what? ::smiles at everyone, hoping to bring some much needed cheer::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::nods:: Ian: I can see that. Though they do look awful. ::looks to Trila:: Trila: A find idea, but I don't think it necessary. ::calls a guard over and tells him something, then sends him off::
<Ian_Hawkins> Kahlan: Time to get paid, as soon as DImitri gets us the credits.
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Ian: I agree. I have almost enough to make the trip home finally.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns slightly at Kahlan's words but doesn't say anything::
<Trila_Solahn> :: pats Dimitri's shoulder as she still holds the blaster steady to his nose:: Dimitri: You're a good man, Dimitri... when you want to be...

ACTION:: An hour later, four guards enter with a small crate each and sets them in the middle of the room. After checking the contents, they find everything in order. More hours pass and they soon find themselves on their way back to Tynna via one of Pinnacle Inc's ships.::

%$%$% END EPISODE TWENTY %$%$%

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