Cutting into the buffer on this one, gang... but, well, I really should just stop complaining about that.
Whats a buffer?
“Let’s just get back to work.”
Imoen: I don't like hearing that 'W' word... why can't you call it fun instead?
Tarant: Here's a fun game. It's called cleaning up after yourself...
Imoen: Doesn't sound like fun. Are there any prizes or anything?
Tarant: I won't kick you through the window.
“I was just about to use my ‘Universal Key,’ “ she said as she put the finishing touches on her work. She rested the detonator for the charge near the deadbolt setup for the door and stepped back. The radio trigger she would use to activate the charge sat ready in her right hand. “Charges set and ready, One. Stand back, Sis… lest a razor-sharp metal shard pierce your balloonish head.”
Imoen: I'd be worried about Edwin... actually, no I wouldn't.
Imoen answered the question before her sister could. “I’m going to blow the lock, after which, the Sarge’ll be gracious enough to toss in one of these.” She held up a flashbang grenade. “The boom ought to disorient anyone inside and buy us a little time… about five seconds, give or take…”
Nalia looked skeptical. “Give or take how much?”
“Um. About five seconds.”
Tarant: Well, five seconds can be a long time. At least for someone with Imoen's attention span...
Imoen: Look! A dog chasing its tail!
“We’re on it,” Boo replied, cracking her hamster knuckles. Minsc pulled himself away from sentry duty and let Boo go to work. “Never met a Dominion firewall I couldn’t cut my way through.” She grumbled as her intrusion algorithms sliced through a bit of badly-programmed, sub-par, software security as easily as a hot knife through butter. “Ugly, green bastards don’t know who they’re messing with…”
Tarant: They'd probably laugh if they did.
“I’ll be working on that. Once we’ve got global control of the base’s systems, we’ll try and trap our orc pals someplace convenient, and if we can’t swing that, it’ll have to be Plan D…” She frowned. “Or E… or whatever we’re up to now.”
Imoen stuck her head out and smiled up at her older sister. “Cheer up, Lynn… we’ve still got F through Z plans.”
Imoen: Then, you can start using numbers.
“I’d put money on it. One of the security doors has already been breached, but they’ve got a few more to get through before they’re free and clear. Should keep them busy for a good while. Question is, do we go after ‘em?”
“No, not yet. But keep an eye on those sensor displays. Make sure that if they’re close to getting loose, we know all about it. Don’t lose ‘em, Immy.”
She scoffed at the implication. “As if.”
Imoen: It would certainly be embarassing to loose even one Orc, let alone a horde of them.