IC: Where Do We Go from Here?, (closed game) Options

[Sandoval Smith]

Ace scrabbled quickly towards the light, hearing multiple bare feet slapping against a metal floor. He could hear his brothers climbing into the vent behind him as he quickly reached the grate that'd been kicked out, a brief look showing him that nothing was lurking around in ambush. He dropped out, into a ready stance just in case anything attacked. What he saw instead were the retreating forms of a half dozen, pasty, repulsive, pale humanoid forms, the stench emanating from their bodies lingering in the air.

"Watch out," Gromitz called to him, dropping out of the vent and landing next to Ace both moving aside to give room to Ares, Fade, and Greven. The sense of relief, at finally being away from that chokingly thick stench more than made up for the fact that you all found yourself in _another_ long, metal corridor. This one at least was lit. You all turned towards the running bodies, the only other humanoid living things you had thus far encountered.

Ace's eyes automatically scanned the corridor, suddenly locking on the series of laser trip wires lining the walls, the creatures completely oblivious to them as they scrambled past.

Greven and Fade saw the white shapes tucked inobtrusively amongst the uneven metal contours of the ceiling, a hundred meters beyond the lasers. As the creatures passed beneath them, two dropped to the ground, the other three scanning the corridor, their blank faces fastening on you and your brothers. They scuttled quickly along the ceiling, twisting to slide perfectly between the lasers, advancing towards you at an almost unbelievable speed.

It'd been less than a second, but five of the six creatures had already been reduced to a spray of blood and flesh splattered across the walls. The last, an emanciated troll with milky white eyes that looked like it'd started rotting while it was still alive, was held firmly in the grasp of your two enemies. A tube the width of a finger had extended from their throats, stabbing into the troll's torso, pumping something into it. They let it drop, the tubes withdrawing into their throats as it started to convulse, and then turned, joining the rest in their race towards you.