T-Town, A game in Alabama Options

[ludomastro]

"Despite you willingness to free me, I can not betray my masters' secrets. I will assert that there is nothing that should harm you. 'The prison' was a nickname for the researches who labored there."

[SinN]

Well then, lets get in there and find out for our selves.

Chester chuckles.

Ya know? I thought maybe one day Id be breakin out of a prison. Never thought Id be breakin into one.

[Redjack]

AW%#$FR#VT#T$#TWQY
Flash bites his tongue, thinking how much he'd rather just tell the bucket of circuits off at this moment. Let me get the fragger on a deck and I'll format the system. We'll see how well he stands up to a heard system wipe.

"So let's open the fraggin' thing and get on with it."

[ludomastro]

The darkened area of the complex beckons. From the edges, the team can see what appear to be vines and roots covering the floor. There is a light coating of yellow dust (or perhaps pollen) on everything. The whole area reeks of decaying plant matter.

[fistandantilus4....]

MITNick calls up the system access again, this time calling up the lighting controls to activate the lights in the darkened sections.

[ludomastro]

Defying all logic, the power comes on and then fades away. The various subsystems of the power distribution grid indicate that power is, indeed, being drawn by ... something. However, there is no indication of exactly what is drawing the power. The so called 'normal' loads are not being used.

[fistandantilus4....]

Running through the system, MITNick attempts to locate and isolate the power drop.
If there's somethign drawing off from the circuits, there has to be a break point, or a section showing substantial resistance or amp drop . .... What the frag sucks power?...

Somethin' suckin' on the power lines. That's why the lights are out. Even amping up the lights, it ets drawn off. I'm tryin' ta figure out 'xactly where it's at. ... friggin' mynock

[Redjack]

Flash pulls down his thermographic goggles, adjusts his gas mask, turns on his chameleon suit, levels his weapon and moves forward.
<<@team [Flash] Time to earn our pay->>

He resists the urge to finish his sentence with a slur and simply begins moving forward.

[ludomastro]

As Flash moves forward into the darkness the smell begins to come through the filter. Unlike before, there is no shortness of breath. The view through infrared indicates that the majority of the ceiling and floor are covered in what appears to be ropey organic matter. However, with the reduced clarity of infrared, it is hard to make out details.

[Meriss]

Steve who had been silent ever since the mention of prison links in.

@Team: Can we just get this done?

He flips on his lowlight vision mode and follows Flash by a few paces.

[fistandantilus4....]

"Earn our pay?!" Earn your pay ya' mean! I been working!
MITNick grumbles, staying back with his shotgun leveled at the ground.

I'm uh ... right behind ya'. Got yer six ....

[ludomastro]

The darkness swallows the team whole after a few feet. Between the root-like structures on the ground and the vines hanging from the ceiling, it gets hard to see more than a few feet.

Steve

[ Spoiler ]

Steve hears the rustle of something in the darkness. It sounds very similar to the tentacle that attacked the group earlier.

[Redjack]

[ Spoiler ]

Audible perception test for Flash: Perception(2) + Intuition(3) + Audio Enhancement(3) + Actively Listening(3) [2,6,5,4,2,3,5,3,4,2,4] 3 hits

Sonar, radar, echo based perception of some type would really pay off right now.... What the hell good does it do for me to be up to my neck in debt if I get flat-lined for simply not going underwater and getting the next step up in gear?

<@Team [Flash] Sound like more psycho-mutant-killer-vines ahead. How far to target?>>

[fistandantilus4....]

<<<<< @Flash [MIT] I've got nothing on the cams. No idea. ... Is it to late to go back for some WeedBGone?>>>

[ludomastro]

The fly spy can't transmit much from the area. There are obvious vines hanging down. It seems that every time the fly-spy gets close it has a miniature power surge.

[fistandantilus4....]

This drek deals with my little bug like elves deal with people ..... sucks the life outta everythin'

MITNick pulls the drone back, instead positioning it over himself, being at the back, to make sure nothing comes up behind them.

[Redjack]

Flash looks at the hanging vines both in his vision and the fly-spy's.
<<@Team [Flash] Gallons of the stuff. Is there another route or another option to reach the target?>>

[fistandantilus4....]

Why don't we fall back out side and have magic boy whip some fire at it?

[ludomastro]

Chester sneers at the implied insult. Sure. Step back and let a real man take care of things.

Chester pulls at the air and a flame elemental steps forth. A squat little thing similar to a dwarf made of flame folds it's arms and grins lopsidedly.

Chester points to the vine-covered area and the spirit begins to burn the area. Although smoke begins to fill the area, there is a tunnel-like space through the vines. In short order the area is clear and the spirit stands looking over it's shoulder.

[fistandantilus4....]

For once, the dwarf has no problem or no smart ass remark. Anyone with half a wit knows enough to get away from a mage working his wooju.
That goes double for summoning. MITNick thinks as he quickly backs away.
Who knows how long he can control that thing.

Make sure it's all gone! he calls from the far back.

[Redjack]

Flash pulls the back just outside the vines standing a little closer than most would, but not close enough to get burned. As the spirit materializes, he gives a little whoop! "Now we're getting somewhere."

[ludomastro]

Chester shrugs. "The big fiery guy doesn't want to burn down everything. He's good with burning through the area. I got it covered when it comes to attacking the big plant thing." He steps toward the spirit, looks around and asks, "Y'all coming?"

[Meriss]

Steve gives the others a lopsided smile and hollers back "No, we're waiting for you to clear out the whole place by yourself."

He moves carefully into the hall once more, weapon drawn.

[fistandantilus4....]

I kinda was...

MITNick mutters under his breath in response to Steve's "little joke". Holding the shotgun up, MITNick again takes the rear, trying to watch their backs, since shooting the roomsweeper forward would only end up with bloody team mates.

[ludomastro]

As the team marches forward there is the acrid smell of burned plastic and other synthetic materials. The team is quickly able to locate a burned out cluster of plant material. Soon they see another cluster of vines just outside the 'tunnel'. It pulls its tentacles back as they pass by. Soon enough they reach an area where there are about a dozen active clusters. Several of the tentacles begin reaching for the team. The security station is just beyond this group.