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#1 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 04 October 2006 - 05:22 PM

It's note-tastic!

1. Just a short section to keep everyone from forgetting this story exists. :evil:

2. Explosions! Well... not quite, but... ah, hell, you'll see. :evil:

3. Yeah, the title should really tell you all you need to know. :shock:

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In what had become an all too familiar scenario, Imoen pulled back from her work and cut the flow to the plasma torch. The brightly-colored flame shrank to something the size of her thumbnail, then disappeared entirely. She handed the cutting tool back to Jan, waited for the surrounding metal to cool, then reached into the guts of the door’s access panel, and began groping for wires. “I’m getting a little sick of doors,” she muttered to no one in particular.

Falynn replied, anyway. “Seriously.”

For a while now, it had been one security door after another, after another… all of which had been locked firmly in place and needed to be circumvented before the team could progress any further into the complex. That was taking time. Lots of it. While Imoen and Jan’s combined efforts were effective at removing the blockages, efficiency came at the cost of speed. Their methods were slow, and there was little that could be done to speed up the process. Unfortunately, time was an important factor, and time was one commodity they, as usual, had little of to spare.

“How much farther do we have to go?” Imoen asked, intentionally trying to short two circuits and bypass the security lockouts that prevented the door from moving.

Falynn took a quick peek at the floor plans and maps she had of the area. They weren’t as detailed as they could have been, and in some places were flat out wrong, with rooms and corridors not being quite where they were supposed to be, according to the map. “Actually, this looks like it. We’re at the primary access point for the ultra-high-security research wing.” She made sure to check both the power levels and the safety on her rifle, ensuring that both were ready for combat. “Look sharp, everyone, we don’t exactly know what’s on the other side. Sensors can’t penetrate the walls to this chamber.”

Nalia muttered something under her breath. “That’s probably the point.”

A few more tense moments passed before Imoen finally finished her task. There was a faint crackle of arcing electricity as she managed to isolate the door’s triggering mechanism onto its own separate circuit and activate it. The durasteel doors slid open with a whisper of stale air.

They weren’t met with immediate gunfire, or a hailstorm of grenades, so Falynn placed her back against the outside wall of the room and gingerly poked her head in to get a glimpse of what was inside. Nothing shot at her, which she took to be an encouraging sign, so she pulled back and whispered orders to the rest of the squad. “Two, Four. Go in first. Three, you’re with me. Rest of you, cover our entry, then hustle inside after us. All clear? Let’s get it done.”

Without bothering with verbal confirmation, the team set to work. Harlequin and Castle entered first, both troopers staying low to the ground, (which was much more difficult in Minsc’s case than it was in Imoen’s.) They advanced slowly past the doorway, moving a few meters into the room and sweeping to either side for any hostile presence. There wasn’t much to see. Harlequin moved into a half kneeling, half crouching position, pulled her left hand away from where it was supporting the barrel of her carbine, and motioned for the rest of the group to follow her in.

“Room secure. No threats,” she whispered as the rest of the team filtered in behind her.

“Geez… what a mess…” Raven finally managed to get her first good view of the room. It was, as she had quite concisely said, a mess. There was carbon scoring all across the walls and ceiling of the room – clear signs of concentrated weapons fire. Most of the main lighting was gone. What little was left was operating sporadically at best, flickering on and off in seemingly random patterns as their circuits seemingly chose to work, or not, at will. Red emergency lighting cast eerie shadows across the room, especially across the bodies.

That was the worst part. The bodies.

Base personnel, most of them dressed like researchers, lay everywhere, as if they’d all huddled together inside the place to try and escape the madness that lay outside. Unfortunately for them, the Dominion had seen fit to barge its way in and take what it wished, including the lives of these poor people who had tried to secret themselves away. Most had been shot from short to medium range – some had been hit multiple times, burn marks and charred holes signifying the points of impact.

Others had been killed up-close with blades and the like. Many still had their eyes wide open, in expressions of horror and panic. Only a few Confederation security personnel had been on station. Their weapons lay useless on the ground; the defenders had likely never even gotten the chance to fire back.

Falynn choked something back. “Jaheira, can you-“

The squad medic interrupted her with a nod and a gentle wave of her hand. “I’ll take care of it. I-“

From the far end of the room, Imoen cut them both off. She was crouched next to a large, metal canister of some sort, the contents of which were still unknown to everyone. Whatever lay within, though, was apparently enough to make her quite worried. “Guys, we need to get out of here. Right now.”

“What?” Falynn asked.

“No time to explain. Move!”

Without hesitation, the members of Omega team made a beeline for the door they’d just entered through. It began to close before they were even halfway there. Minsc was through first, then Valygar, Falynn, Jaheira, Jan…

From inside, Nalia could only watch as the door slid shut in front of her and left her stuck. She also noticed that Imoen hadn’t moved a single inch since speaking her warning. The Ensign gulped. “Uh…”

“Oh…”

#2 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 04 October 2006 - 05:55 PM

“How much farther do we have to go?” Imoen asked, intentionally trying to short two circuits and bypass the security lockouts that prevented the door from moving.


Um, is it okay if I can't remember what they're looking for? :evil:

That was the worst part. The bodies.


:shock: :lol:

Falynn choked something back. “Jaheira, can you-“


It is good, in a way, to see they aren't hardened beyond reacting :lol:

From the far end of the room, Imoen cut them both off. She was crouched next to a large, metal canister of some sort, the contents of which were still unknown to everyone. Whatever lay within, though, was apparently enough to make her quite worried. “Guys, we need to get out of here. Right now.”


Hence the title?

“What?” Falynn asked.

“No time to explain. Move!”

Without hesitation, the members of Omega team made a beeline for the door they’d just entered through. It began to close before they were even halfway there. Minsc was through first, then Valygar, Falynn, Jaheira, Jan…

From inside, Nalia could only watch as the door slid shut in front of her and left her stuck. She also noticed that Imoen hadn’t moved a single inch since speaking her warning. The Ensign gulped. “Uh…”

“Oh…”


:evil:

#3 Guest_Coutelier_*

Posted 04 October 2006 - 09:23 PM

In what had become an all too familiar scenario, Imoen pulled back from her work and cut the flow to the plasma torch. The brightly-colored flame shrank to something the size of her thumbnail, then disappeared entirely. She handed the cutting tool back to Jan, waited for the surrounding metal to cool, then reached into the guts of the door’s access panel, and began groping for wires. “I’m getting a little sick of doors,” she muttered to no one in particular.

Falynn replied, anyway. “Seriously.”


But Janus, Roman God of Doors, introduced money, laws and agriculture into our society...

Imoen: There are Gods for everything aren't there... Is there a God of useless facts?

For a while now, it had been one security door after another, after another… all of which had been locked firmly in place and needed to be circumvented before the team could progress any further into the complex. That was taking time. Lots of it. While Imoen and Jan’s combined efforts were effective at removing the blockages, efficiency came at the cost of speed. Their methods were slow, and there was little that could be done to speed up the process. Unfortunately, time was an important factor, and time was one commodity they, as usual, had little of to spare.


Imoen: Unless you have someone like Spock or Data to build a basic time machine out of old bits of oven.

Without bothering with verbal confirmation, the team set to work. Harlequin and Castle entered first, both troopers staying low to the ground, (which was much more difficult in Minsc’s case than it was in Imoen’s.)


He's not built for stealth. He's built to hurt baddies, and luckily he enjoys doing it.

“Geez… what a mess…” Raven finally managed to get her first good view of the room. It was, as she had quite concisely said, a mess. There was carbon scoring all across the walls and ceiling of the room – clear signs of concentrated weapons fire. Most of the main lighting was gone. What little was left was operating sporadically at best, flickering on and off in seemingly random patterns as their circuits seemingly chose to work, or not, at will. Red emergency lighting cast eerie shadows across the room, especially across the bodies.

That was the worst part. The bodies.


Imoen: To quote a friend of mine, 'Eek'.

Others had been killed up-close with blades and the like. Many still had their eyes wide open, in expressions of horror and panic. Only a few Confederation security personnel had been on station. Their weapons lay useless on the ground; the defenders had likely never even gotten the chance to fire back.

Falynn choked something back. “Jaheira, can you-“

The squad medic interrupted her with a nod and a gentle wave of her hand. “I’ll take care of it. I-“


Unfortunately scenes like that are very common in war. Another reason soldiers must learn to effectively 'shut down'. Let it get to you and you won't do your job as well.

Without hesitation, the members of Omega team made a beeline for the door they’d just entered through. It began to close before they were even halfway there. Minsc was through first, then Valygar, Falynn, Jaheira, Jan…

From inside, Nalia could only watch as the door slid shut in front of her and left her stuck. She also noticed that Imoen hadn’t moved a single inch since speaking her warning. The Ensign gulped. “Uh…”

“Oh…”


I'll second that :shock:

#4 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 05 October 2006 - 05:36 AM

1. Just a short section to keep everyone from forgetting this story exists. :evil:


*blinks* Now what’s this, then?

“Geez… what a mess…” Raven finally managed to get her first good view of the room. It was, as she had quite concisely said, a mess. There was carbon scoring all across the walls and ceiling of the room – clear signs of concentrated weapons fire. Most of the main lighting was gone. What little was left was operating sporadically at best, flickering on and off in seemingly random patterns as their circuits seemingly chose to work, or not, at will. Red emergency lighting cast eerie shadows across the room, especially across the bodies.


That was the worst part. The bodies.


Eeeek. :evil: I didn’t think there would be anyone alive to rescue, but still, eeek.

Others had been killed up-close with blades and the like. Many still had their eyes wide open, in expressions of horror and panic. Only a few Confederation security personnel had been on station. Their weapons lay useless on the ground; the defenders had likely never even gotten the chance to fire back.


The poor bastards. Let’s smack the Dominion good for this, shall we?

From the far end of the room, Imoen cut them both off. She was crouched next to a large, metal canister of some sort, the contents of which were still unknown to everyone. Whatever lay within, though, was apparently enough to make her quite worried. “Guys, we need to get out of here. Right now.”


Someone left a parting gift for you, ey?

From inside, Nalia could only watch as the door slid shut in front of her and left her stuck. She also noticed that Imoen hadn’t moved a single inch since speaking her warning. The Ensign gulped. “Uh…”


“Oh…”


Hey, you left two Hot Chicks all alone in a room, and we all know what that means, don’t we? :shock:

#5 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 05 October 2006 - 05:46 PM

Um, is it okay if I can't remember what they're looking for?


It has been a -loooooong- time since I put a chapter of this up. They're looking for more hard evidence of illegal weapons being developed. They're supposed to destroy prototypes, bring back data logs and such so they can be analyzed and whoever's responsible for making this stuff can be found and stopped.

It is good, in a way, to see they aren't hardened beyond reacting


They're jaded, sure, but not that much. It's something they've gotten accustomed to seeing, and they'll deal with it, but that doesn't mean they have to like it.

Hence the title?


The title was originally something else, but... yeah... I thought this fit better.

#6 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 05 October 2006 - 05:52 PM

But Janus, Roman God of Doors, introduced money, laws and agriculture into our society...

Imoen: There are Gods for everything aren't there... Is there a God of useless facts?


Yes... yes, there is. His name is Coute- er... never mind... :?

Imoen: Unless you have someone like Spock or Data to build a basic time machine out of old bits of oven.


Raven: "We have a Jan. Unfortunately, I'm not sure I trust him to build anything out of old bits of oven... well, anything that won't kill everyone in a five hundred meter vicinity."

He's not built for stealth. He's built to hurt baddies, and luckily he enjoys doing it.


Raven: "This is true. He's also built to draw fire, but there's only so much someone like him can take. Better to avoid it if it can be helped."

I'll second that


Ah, it'll be fine. :)

#7 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 05 October 2006 - 06:08 PM

The poor bastards. Let’s smack the Dominion good for this, shall we?


Raven: "That -is- the plan."

Harlequin: "I thought our plan was 'don't die.'"

Raven: "Well, that's important, too."

Someone left a parting gift for you, ey?


Harlequin: "Normally, I like presents... but, uh... I think I'll pass on this one."

Hey, you left two Hot Chicks all alone in a room, and we all know what that means, don’t we?


This isn't Quarantine. :)

Harlequin: "And I'm not Colleen!"

CN: (Lightly strokes Imoen's arm) "I know, baby... I know..."

Harlequin: "Gah!"

Raven: "Hey! Quit that!"

CN: :? "Sorry. Just teasing."

#8 Arcalian

Posted 06 October 2006 - 02:15 AM

More like "Oh..^$%^^$!"

Cue Mission Impossible theme for Imoen's bomb disarming! :?
The road to the abyss may be paved with good intentions, but it is those with bad intentions that race down that road as fast as they can.

#9 Guest_Radish_*

Posted 06 October 2006 - 06:37 AM

Without hesitation, the members of Omega team made a beeline for the door they’d just entered through. It began to close before they were even halfway there. Minsc was through first, then Valygar, Falynn, Jaheira, Jan…

From inside, Nalia could only watch as the door slid shut in front of her and left her stuck. She also noticed that Imoen hadn’t moved a single inch since speaking her warning. The Ensign gulped. “Uh…”

“Oh…”

Admiral Ackbar: "It's a trap!"

A trap with my two favorite characters in it, at that. Oh dear. :?

#10 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 06 October 2006 - 09:39 PM

More like "Oh..^$%^^$!"

Cue Mission Impossible theme for Imoen's bomb disarming!


Dun-dun-dun-dun-DUN-dun-dun-dun-dun-DUN-dun-dun-dun!

Da-da-da! Da-da-da! Da-da-da-da-DAH!

:twisted:

Yeah, she'll be fine. She's a qualified demolitionist... as scary a notion as that sounds. Imoen? -Allowed- to blow stuff up? Trained to work with high explosives? Oh yeah. End of the world :shock:

#11 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 08 October 2006 - 04:02 AM

Admiral Ackbar: "It's a trap!"

A trap with my two favorite characters in it, at that. Oh dear. :D


You know... it used to be that whenever I heard that phrase, I thought of the line from Star Wars. But now, when I hear/read "It's a trap!" I think of this:

Posted Image

Craziness. :wink:

Anyway, yeah, you're a Nalia/Imoen fan, huh? I like 'em both, too. They'll be fine. They're doing wonderful things with cybernetic limb replacements these days. Just look at Immy. She loves her robot hand. :D

#12 Weyoun

Posted 08 October 2006 - 08:31 PM

It's note-tastic!


1. Just a short section to keep everyone from forgetting this story exists. :lol:


Huh? Who are you? Who am I? What's going on here? What year is it? :P

2. Explosions! Well... not quite, but... ah, hell, you'll see. :D


3. Yeah, the title should really tell you all you need to know. :wink:


If you're in trouble, just wait for Gordon Freeman to crawl out of an airvent and beat up somebody with a crowbar. :lol:

For a while now, it had been one security door after another, after another… all of which had been locked firmly in place and needed to be circumvented before the team could progress any further into the complex. That was taking time. Lots of it. While Imoen and Jan’s combined efforts were effective at removing the blockages, efficiency came at the cost of speed. Their methods were slow, and there was little that could be done to speed up the process. Unfortunately, time was an important factor, and time was one commodity they, as usual, had little of to spare.


Hm, lotsa doors in the last few parts on omegas, it seems.

“How much farther do we have to go?” Imoen asked, intentionally trying to short two circuits and bypass the security lockouts that prevented the door from moving.


Next time, use the service entrance. :lol:

Falynn took a quick peek at the floor plans and maps she had of the area. They weren’t as detailed as they could have been, and in some places were flat out wrong, with rooms and corridors not being quite where they were supposed to be, according to the map. “Actually, this looks like it. We’re at the primary access point for the ultra-high-security research wing.” She made sure to check both the power levels and the safety on her rifle, ensuring that both were ready for combat. “Look sharp, everyone, we don’t exactly know what’s on the other side. Sensors can’t penetrate the walls to this chamber.”


According to video game logic, that means something big and dangerous is inside. :lol:

“Geez… what a mess…” Raven finally managed to get her first good view of the room. It was, as she had quite concisely said, a mess. There was carbon scoring all across the walls and ceiling of the room – clear signs of concentrated weapons fire. Most of the main lighting was gone. What little was left was operating sporadically at best, flickering on and off in seemingly random patterns as their circuits seemingly chose to work, or not, at will. Red emergency lighting cast eerie shadows across the room, especially across the bodies.


That was the worst part. The bodies.


Base personnel, most of them dressed like researchers, lay everywhere, as if they’d all huddled together inside the place to try and escape the madness that lay outside. Unfortunately for them, the Dominion had seen fit to barge its way in and take what it wished, including the lives of these poor people who had tried to secret themselves away. Most had been shot from short to medium range – some had been hit multiple times, burn marks and charred holes signifying the points of impact.


Ouch. You stepped right into Doom 3 there.

“What?” Falynn asked.


“No time to explain. Move!”


Without hesitation, the members of Omega team made a beeline for the door they’d just entered through. It began to close before they were even halfway there. Minsc was through first, then Valygar, Falynn, Jaheira, Jan…


From inside, Nalia could only watch as the door slid shut in front of her and left her stuck. She also noticed that Imoen hadn’t moved a single inch since speaking her warning. The Ensign gulped. “Uh…”


“Oh…”


Definitely... :D
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#13 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 09 October 2006 - 06:25 AM

Huh? Who are you? Who am I? What's going on here? What year is it?


Have you seen my pills? And my teeth. I think one of those dadgum kids stole my teeth!

:wink:

If you're in trouble, just wait for Gordon Freeman to crawl out of an airvent and beat up somebody with a crowbar.


Crowbar nothing. I use the shotgun. :P

Shotguns are especially great during deathmatch. :D

According to video game logic, that means something big and dangerous is inside.


And as we all know, video game logic is based on "cheesy sci-fi logic..." so it all works out, doesn't it?

Ouch. You stepped right into Doom 3 there.


Didn't bother to play it. Tell you the truth, given how scared I was playing Doom 1 and 2, 3 would probably be a bit much for me. I may have grown up since I first played the other two, but the tech's grown, too. I'm fairly certain Doom 3 would give me some pretty horrible scares. Not my kinda thing... especially since there's apparently not much of a story to it, either. (Shrug)

Definitely...


Oh, it'll be fine. I can't exactly blow up both of them... people would lynch me. :D

#14 Guest_Clovis_*

Posted 09 October 2006 - 08:08 PM

In what had become an all too familiar scenario, Imoen pulled back from her work and cut the flow to the plasma torch. The brightly-colored flame shrank to something the size of her thumbnail, then disappeared entirely. She handed the cutting tool back to Jan, waited for the surrounding metal to cool, then reached into the guts of the door’s access panel, and began groping for wires. “I’m getting a little sick of doors,” she muttered to no one in particular.



There's never a box of satchel charges around when you need them! :lol:

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For a while now, it had been one security door after another, after another… all of which had been locked firmly in place and needed to be circumvented before the team could progress any further into the complex. That was taking time. Lots of it. While Imoen and Jan’s combined efforts were effective at removing the blockages, efficiency came at the cost of speed. Their methods were slow, and there was little that could be done to speed up the process. Unfortunately, time was an important factor, and time was one commodity they, as usual, had little of to spare.


That's because no one wants to read stories about "the adventurers who completed their mission in a leisurely and unhurried fashion" :P


“Look sharp, everyone, we don’t exactly know what’s on the other side. Sensors can’t penetrate the walls to this chamber.”


*cue ominous, someone's-about-to-get-killed music*



Base personnel, most of them dressed like researchers, lay everywhere, as if they’d all huddled together inside the place to try and escape the madness that lay outside. Unfortunately for them, the Dominion had seen fit to barge its way in and take what it wished, including the lives of these poor people who had tried to secret themselves away. Most had been shot from short to medium range – some had been hit multiple times, burn marks and charred holes signifying the points of impact.


:shock:


The Ensign gulped. “Uh…”

“Oh…”


This...is bad :shock: :shock: :shock:



Good story!

#15 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 09 October 2006 - 08:43 PM

There's never a box of satchel charges around when you need them!


Actually, Immy's got plenty of boom-boom stuff. It's just that blowing a door in a cramped hallway that has nothing to hide behind... is a bad idea. :shock:

That's because no one wants to read stories about "the adventurers who completed their mission in a leisurely and unhurried fashion"


Sometimes I wonder if that wouldn't be a nice change of pace.

This...is bad


It'll get worse before it gets better. :shock:

#16 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 20 October 2006 - 07:14 PM

1. Just a short section to keep everyone from forgetting this story exists. :lol:


Hopes no one notices the date stamp of the comments....

3. Yeah, the title should really tell you all you need to know. :shock:


That this will be a happy chapter full of joy and happiness?

In what had become an all too familiar scenario, Imoen pulled back from her work and cut the flow to the plasma torch. The brightly-colored flame shrank to something the size of her thumbnail, then disappeared entirely. She handed the cutting tool back to Jan, waited for the surrounding metal to cool, then reached into the guts of the door’s access panel, and began groping for wires. “I’m getting a little sick of doors,” she muttered to no one in particular.


Bran: "You do that. Except when you need them to keep things like zombified crews or vacuum at bay."

Valygar: "And tax collectors."

Bran: "Ugh. Those things are filthy creatures."

For a while now, it had been one security door after another, after another… all of which had been locked firmly in place and needed to be circumvented before the team could progress any further into the complex. That was taking time. Lots of it. While Imoen and Jan’s combined efforts were effective at removing the blockages, efficiency came at the cost of speed. Their methods were slow, and there was little that could be done to speed up the process. Unfortunately, time was an important factor, and time was one commodity they, as usual, had little of to spare.


Time, a very finite resource. You have X amount of time in the universe, but you don't know X. You've lived N minutes, but eventually, N = X and you're out of time. You've only got a range to play with for X, no real knowledge of how big X is. That's what screws with you.

Falynn took a quick peek at the floor plans and maps she had of the area. They weren’t as detailed as they could have been, and in some places were flat out wrong, with rooms and corridors not being quite where they were supposed to be, according to the map. “Actually, this looks like it. We’re at the primary access point for the ultra-high-security research wing.” She made sure to check both the power levels and the safety on her rifle, ensuring that both were ready for combat. “Look sharp, everyone, we don’t exactly know what’s on the other side. Sensors can’t penetrate the walls to this chamber.”


Dum dum dum!!!

Bran: "Well, watch for autoweapons and Great Evil."

Valygar: "Great Evil?"

Bran: "Secret weapon facilities."

Valygar: "Good point."

A few more tense moments passed before Imoen finally finished her task. There was a faint crackle of arcing electricity as she managed to isolate the door’s triggering mechanism onto its own separate circuit and activate it. The durasteel doors slid open with a whisper of stale air.


Imoen: "Nice work Harly. But you forgot the 'Open Sesame.""

“Geez… what a mess…” Raven finally managed to get her first good view of the room. It was, as she had quite concisely said, a mess. There was carbon scoring all across the walls and ceiling of the room – clear signs of concentrated weapons fire. Most of the main lighting was gone. What little was left was operating sporadically at best, flickering on and off in seemingly random patterns as their circuits seemingly chose to work, or not, at will. Red emergency lighting cast eerie shadows across the room, especially across the bodies.

That was the worst part. The bodies.


Slaughter?

Base personnel, most of them dressed like researchers, lay everywhere, as if they’d all huddled together inside the place to try and escape the madness that lay outside. Unfortunately for them, the Dominion had seen fit to barge its way in and take what it wished, including the lives of these poor people who had tried to secret themselves away. Most had been shot from short to medium range – some had been hit multiple times, burn marks and charred holes signifying the points of impact.

Others had been killed up-close with blades and the like. Many still had their eyes wide open, in expressions of horror and panic. Only a few Confederation security personnel had been on station. Their weapons lay useless on the ground; the defenders had likely never even gotten the chance to fire back.


Bran: *grim faced*

Jaheira: *grim faced*

Bran: "Slaughtered. Unarmed civilians. Bastards."

From the far end of the room, Imoen cut them both off. She was crouched next to a large, metal canister of some sort, the contents of which were still unknown to everyone. Whatever lay within, though, was apparently enough to make her quite worried. “Guys, we need to get out of here. Right now.”


Bran: "Booby traps. Move! Move!"

Without hesitation, the members of Omega team made a beeline for the door they’d just entered through. It began to close before they were even halfway there. Minsc was through first, then Valygar, Falynn, Jaheira, Jan…


1, 2, 3, 4, 5,... Wait a second...

From inside, Nalia could only watch as the door slid shut in front of her and left her stuck. She also noticed that Imoen hadn’t moved a single inch since speaking her warning. The Ensign gulped. “Uh…”

“Oh…”


Trouble. ;)

Good stuff. And sorry for the delay. Vacation and other stuff, you know.

VH

#17 Guest_Userunfriendly_*

Posted 20 October 2006 - 11:30 PM

It's note-tastic!


1. Just a short section to keep everyone from forgetting this story exists. :)


2. Explosions! Well... not quite, but... ah, hell, you'll see. :lol:


3. Yeah, the title should really tell you all you need to know. :shock:


From inside, Nalia could only watch as the door slid shut in front of her and left her stuck. She also noticed that Imoen hadn’t moved a single inch since speaking her warning. The Ensign gulped. “Uh…”


“Oh…”


imoen didn't move? hmmm...bomb of some sort...now why didn't nalia move to get out? because imoen is holding her back? 'cause Im needed nalia's cryptography skills to stop the countdown to a self destruct?

but why send everyone else out? many, many questions... ;) :) :)

#18 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 23 October 2006 - 06:12 PM

Hopes no one notices the date stamp of the comments...


(Shrugs)

:D

Bran: "You do that. Except when you need them to keep things like zombified crews or vacuum at bay."

Valygar: "And tax collectors."

Bran: "Ugh. Those things are filthy creatures."


Raven: "Doors won't stop tax collectors. They'll just go right into your accounts and take the credits they're due."

Imoen: "Nice work Harly. But you forgot the 'Open Sesame.""


Harlequin: "I know this kinda goes against the Imoen handbook that all of us are expected to live by, but... I was busy... I... didn't have time for sass."

Bran: "Slaughtered. Unarmed civilians. Bastards."


Raven: "Yeah, but they're human, and elven and dwarven... isn't that enough to warrant their being killed? It -so- is..." (Sighs) "I hate my job sometimes."

#19 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 23 October 2006 - 06:13 PM

now why didn't nalia move to get out?


She did. But the doors closed before she could get clear of the room. :D




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