Right. Back from vacation, and almost done clearing up the myriad of issues that vacations always cause. Done enough to write, anyway.
Since we were pretty close to the limit (and nobody was commenting any more), I thought we'd move to a new thread.
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Fortunately for my patience, the false door- some sort of illusion, over a force-field, I reckoned- was the last of them. Behind it was a(nother) cavernous open space; as I looked around it, taking in the sights, I was struck by the familiarity of the room. Are all the storage rooms in the 'verse huge, cavernous caves full of boxes?
And why am I two for two on them having cars in them?
Sitting out in an open space in the front of the room, directly in front of the door that'd just opened, were the four Syndicate trucks Uno'd teleported out. The nine people that went with said trucks were laid out in a neat row, grouped into three sets of three, between us and the trucks- still unconscious.
Before Uno could walk into the room, I stopped her with a tap on her shoulder, and then waved my other arm, Fencer's Blade charged and ready, towards the men laying there. "Want me to..."Uno cocked her head at me in confusion- for all of half a second- and then shook her head, smiling fondly. "I appreciate the thoughtfulness, Imma, but it's not necessary. They've all been sedated."
I shrugged, letting the spell dissipate. "...oh.
So what is it we're here for? Not interrogation, obviously... so are we here to search the trucks for useful items?"
Uno blinked. "...yes. Yes, we are. Once that task is complete, though, I require your assistance moving the prisoners."
I sighed at that. Why do I get the feeling that Uno wasn't actually here to search the trucks?
"Hey, Uno? You'd better take a look at this."
The two of us had split up to search the four Syndicate trucks. It quickly became boring. The first truck I'd gone into had been basically what I'd expected out of a space-Mafia soldier-carrier; comfy seats for four, a small armory in the back, space (and restraints) for two prisoners... and a few random credits, here and there, which went straight into my pockets.
The second one looked the same from outside. One look in the back, though, and I was yelling for Uno.
"Yes, Imma? What did you need?"
I simply pointed into my truck, grinning like a madman, and waited.
"You want me to look inside?"
I nodded. Thankfully, Uno did as requested, and looked into the back compartment of the truck, where the three inactive, mint-condition Mark I M-Drones (and associated launch cradles, interface, and maintenance kit) sat waiting.
"...oh. Oh, my. The Doctor must know of this. Go ahead and move the prisoners to the primary lab, Imma- I'll finish matters here."
Still grinning, I walked off to comply. Best. Raid. Ever.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Since we were pretty close to the limit (and nobody was commenting any more), I thought we'd move to a new thread.
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Fortunately for my patience, the false door- some sort of illusion, over a force-field, I reckoned- was the last of them. Behind it was a(nother) cavernous open space; as I looked around it, taking in the sights, I was struck by the familiarity of the room. Are all the storage rooms in the 'verse huge, cavernous caves full of boxes?
And why am I two for two on them having cars in them?
Sitting out in an open space in the front of the room, directly in front of the door that'd just opened, were the four Syndicate trucks Uno'd teleported out. The nine people that went with said trucks were laid out in a neat row, grouped into three sets of three, between us and the trucks- still unconscious.
Before Uno could walk into the room, I stopped her with a tap on her shoulder, and then waved my other arm, Fencer's Blade charged and ready, towards the men laying there. "Want me to..."Uno cocked her head at me in confusion- for all of half a second- and then shook her head, smiling fondly. "I appreciate the thoughtfulness, Imma, but it's not necessary. They've all been sedated."
I shrugged, letting the spell dissipate. "...oh.
So what is it we're here for? Not interrogation, obviously... so are we here to search the trucks for useful items?"
Uno blinked. "...yes. Yes, we are. Once that task is complete, though, I require your assistance moving the prisoners."
I sighed at that. Why do I get the feeling that Uno wasn't actually here to search the trucks?
"Hey, Uno? You'd better take a look at this."
The two of us had split up to search the four Syndicate trucks. It quickly became boring. The first truck I'd gone into had been basically what I'd expected out of a space-Mafia soldier-carrier; comfy seats for four, a small armory in the back, space (and restraints) for two prisoners... and a few random credits, here and there, which went straight into my pockets.
The second one looked the same from outside. One look in the back, though, and I was yelling for Uno.
"Yes, Imma? What did you need?"
I simply pointed into my truck, grinning like a madman, and waited.
"You want me to look inside?"
I nodded. Thankfully, Uno did as requested, and looked into the back compartment of the truck, where the three inactive, mint-condition Mark I M-Drones (and associated launch cradles, interface, and maintenance kit) sat waiting.
"...oh. Oh, my. The Doctor must know of this. Go ahead and move the prisoners to the primary lab, Imma- I'll finish matters here."
Still grinning, I walked off to comply. Best. Raid. Ever.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.