Log:A Breach in the Case, Scene 16

A Breach in the Case 2016/06/15

16

When last we left our heroes, Quiet and Griffin had returned from their trip to The Mausoleum with several hover-dollies loaded down with sarcophogi filled with the not-quite-dead. They also dragged along the unconscious, but swiftly recovering Breach With the Black Hair, who is presently still naked and sprawled across one of the dollies loaded with sarcophogi on the raised dais.

Breach and Quiet were busy communicating in military hand signals, largely Breach emphatically indicating Quiet should exfil with Indira right now and Quiet politely telling him where he can put his emphatic gestures. After all, Indira's original justification for being a non-combatant in a potential war zone was that she was the only person able to operate the mass teleportation device - or whatever the mysterious dais is. Now, however, Breach has figured out how to slap the controls to force them to transport whatever's on the dais to the preset coordinates.

Griffin, meanwhile, has been busily watching the door leading from the facility's main corridor into the lab. He, like everyone else, can see that Operation Sundial's security forces are melting through the door using something not unlike a thermite burning bar. At present, he suspects they're approaching half-way through the door...

Dangerously close to getting a face full of Breach's grenades.

The air around Griffin's eyes waves and undulates from the intense heat they're currently retaining.

He stares at the door, waiting for the moment that is looming over all their heads- the moment they break through. On the upside- Mason's party favors should set off a pretty spectacular display.

On the same hand, he feels a bit underused- considering he can lift those sarcophagi over his head with ease. Then again- having an entire infantry unit fall through those doors may require immediate reaction. So he decides to wait for the boom, and then hit them again before they can respond to the initial blast.

To be honest- he's pretty excited about the eyebeams themselves as he's felt quite pressured by always absorbing energy and having few ways of burning it off.

So far this has provided him a wonderful alternative to running for 16 hours straight.

Quiet concurs with Breach's wishes, whether they're Indira's or not. This is why the helpful shove to move Indira's cargo onto the platform also tries to move along Indira onto the same. Noncombatant. She can yell at them later.

Indira gets a helpful(?) push from Quiet, stumbling up onto the platform as she grips the dolly's handles. Relieved, she releases the dolly, turning towards Rick and the control terminal. "Thank you, Quiet. That was heavier than it looked. I am so used to those being automated by voice command." She seems about to take a step towards the terminal...

"Try not to get shot, you two," comments Breach. His hand comes down on the control console again.

The air between the dais and the matching plate on the ceiling shimmers unnaturally. Everything between the two plates begins to glow from the inside out, casting an eerie pink-orange glow that bends back upon itself as it hits the shimmering boundary between normal spacetime and whatever's going on within the field generated by the crystalline dais. Space warps and twists visibly between each individual and the next before the shimmering and lighting seem to cause everyone to fade out of existence.

Looking over at Griffin, Breach calls, "C'mon. Let's get this done before Kool and the Gang finish cutting through the door!"

Experiencing the effect for yourselves instead of simply watching it happen is kind of like the difference between riding a rollercoaster and just watching from the parking lot. On the plus side, neither Quiet or Indira experience any physical discomfort in excess of what riding a rollercoaster might cause. Then again, you two also get to experience something that may or may not be like unto spaghettification, as though you two got too close to a black hole's event horizon. When all is said and done, you both find yourselves standing in the middle of traffic in the Alien District. StarGuard is only just beginning to investigate the strange appearances of sarcophogi and, now, actual people in the street outside of Their House.

"We will endeavor not to, but the shields should give us some extra time, so long as--" The rest of Indira's words don't sound out as the teleporter engages. Maybe her voice comes out on the other side with her. Maybe it gets lost in transit. As her blue skin looks pinkish orange from the reflective light, she gives Rick a surprised, wounded look before she vanishes with everything else, body lurching from the strange effects of the teleporter.

Griffin turns to Breach and gives him a quick nod. He takes a moment for a long blink. When he opens his eyes, his irises become the only thing glowing as opposed to his whole eye.

The waves of heat dissipate as he turns towards the remaining sarcophagi.

He grabs a dolly and pulls it behind him. "Good thinking getting Miracle-Gro out of here." He says as he darts down the ramp.

When he gets to the remaining coffins, he lifts one straight up and places it on the dolly, followed by another one. But all at far faster than human speed- not Lightning or Cryostatic speed mind you, but superhuman. When the dolly is full, he puts his left foot on the dolly and grabs another coffin tries to figure out how he can carry that and push the dolly.

Quiet only expects to be streteched, contorted or ripped through spacetime when she asks to be. And/or after several drinks. Certainly not in the middle of a mission. She was even given Indira an apologetic look as she vanished, even if no one could see it. Until, that is, Indira re-appeared... or, rather, Quiet re-appeared with her.

$#@!

Oh, there's definitely going to be yelling later, now. Perhaps not of the verbal sort, but hand signals given rapidly and with force, especially delivered into soft tissues and nerve clusters, could work. Here Rick thought HE was being emphatic. Lucky for him, he grows things back, too. This means they can have a very, very long conversation.

Breach senses a disturbance in the Force, as though a thousand studio audiences just went, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH~" and were silenced. He does not, however, have time to dwell upon that unnatural sensation. The roar of the thermite as it carves a glowing cherry red trench through the structural metal(?) of the doorway pounds in his ears like his own racing pulse and it lights a metaphorical fire under his ass.

While Griffin juggles sarcophogi, Breach simply collects an entire hover dolly of the things and hauls it up onto the dais. It's like he has the strength of more than four men! He grunts at Griffin and moves over to haul Griffin's dolly while Griffin juggles more sarcophogi, the Undead Soldier casting a glance into one of the high-tech cryo-"prison"s as he hauls the lot along and up onto the dais.

"Emily Preston. Sorry about the whole... Y'know. Horrible death thing," mutters Breach as he shoves the dolly up onto the dais and into place. Moving quickly, Breach circles around to the control console. The roar of the thermite doesn't mask the steady, heavy creaking groan of the door as its support structure wanes, its weight fighting to wrench the door free of its frame.

Indira will have the boys know she's stayed with her crews during Miglonar raids, spaceship battles, crashes, and while facing a planet destroyer in her long history of adventuring. She was helping explore new worlds and save strange peoples before they were born!

She has no idea that it's just the boys' old-fashioned sense of ...well, let's call it "chivalry". Or maybe the old-fashioned idea that women are fragile and must be protected.

"He...he separated the team," she huffs. Even in the Andromedan galaxy, they know that is usually a bad idea.

Griffin's head snaps towards the rapidly failing door as Breach pulls herculean strength from the depths of his Mason-ness! His efforts are redoubled seeing his friend and compatriot dig so deep.

He stops juggling, and focuses on stacking them and then balancing them precariously on each other 3 high. It's wobbly, but with his reaction time he manages to start taking some fairly rapid steps towards the dais.

As he passes Rick, he says "She ain't dead yet- we'll get her out here too. Figure this Sundial nonsense out too."

He sets his load down gingerly before turning back for what he hopes is the last of the Masonettes.

Quiet could add a great number of comments. Maybe she is, in her head and/or vehemently venting soundlessly behind her faceplate. Indira doesn't need to be able to pick up thoughts to get an idea of the annoyance and anger boiling up in there.

Unfortunately, there's not a $#@! thing she can $#@!ing do about it right at this $#@! moment. She redirects some of this re-invigorated energy to start moving sarcophagi out of the street. It would be a $#@!ing $#@! of a time to be rescued from evil freezerinos only to get mowed down by a $#@!ing pizza delivery truck.

Breach eyeballs Griffin as he finishes loading up the dais. There's next to no room on the crystalline surface by this point, which is going to necessitate Griffin and Breach take the next train the hell out of Dodge. Grumbling to himself, Breach waits until Griffin's totally clear of the platform to slap his hand down on the control surface.

Reality distorts visibly on the dais, that pink-orange glow rising up from the sarcophogi as the teleportation process engages. The roar of the thermite grows louder as the door collapses into the room. Griffin gets a remarkable view of the door collapsing down onto the tripline and the base of the grenade-stick that Breach rigged together. It sails upward, arcing through the open doorway before it goes off in a cacophonous roar of concussion grenade.

The shockwave from the concussion grenade visibly ricochets off of the shimmering veil of air/reality surrounding the dais. It makes no noise, it simply is an observable interaction that Griffin and/or viewers at home might feel is an unwholesome sign of having taken SAN damage.

MEANWHILE, IN THE ALIEN DISTRICT!

Quiet hauls sarcophogi out of the street. StarGuard arrives in a mass of agents that quickly shut down the road. No doubt at least five people are shouting at Quiet and Indira, demanding answers of them. They might be lucky to survive Quiet's silent fury at this BREACH of trust.

Quiet would be a poor choice to explain the situation, even if she were not in the midst of vicariously planning vivisection. Possibly via explosives, as Breach is fond of them.

But what's that? The Starguard Ambassador is here? Excellent! That means Quiet can keep lugging heavy $#@!ing objects while debating the most $#@! way to $#@! the $#@! out of Breach's $#@!.

"I am sure they meant for the best," Indira sighs to Quiet's fuming. The body language is enough to clue her in on Quiet's sentiments, which are a much more angry manifestation of her own.

Of course, if Indira let herself get made over such things, she'd make for a poor diplomat. She wraps her hands around the handle bar of the anti-grav dolly and puts her shoulder into it, trying to push it along after Quiet.

When she notices the StarGuard agents have already gathered and are shouting at them, Indira halts. "What is the correct expectation on earth? Hands...out?" she comments to Quiet, having never been in the wrong side of the law just yet. She gently lets go of the dolly and turns towards the Starguard agents, holding her hands out and to the side.

"We require medical aid. We are making an emergency evacuation and could use assistance," she calls out to the gathering of agents. Behind her, probably still draped over a sarcophagus, is the naked Rick with Black Hair, which is really not helping her words sound legitimate.

Griffin's arms go up triumphantly as soon as the fireworks go off- the way a sports fan might do when their favorite sports team just scored.

Then getting back on task, he tries to recreate that feeling he had when he was blasting Breach-A-Likes.

The glow spreads from his retinas and overtakes his eyes as he glares into the smoking hole, looking for movement of any kind. He's planning on blowing away anything that might step through that door.

He turns back to Breach, to see if its their turn yet for evac before turning back to the blown out entrance.

Griffin nervously wonders what awaits he and his best pal- a firing squad rushing through that door, or something worse on the other side of that a teleportation dais.

Reality returns to its default state as the smoke starts to clear out in the hallway. Griffin can see two or three armed and armored bodies sprawled on the floor in the center of the hallway. It's almost impossible to tell whether that was their starting positing, however. Such a determination is immaterial, particularly in the face of other bodies starting to stir.

"Griff, it's time to go," hisses Breach as he mounts the dais and holds his hand over the console. He has no designs on going out like Butch & Sundance.

Griffin is grateful to hear those words. But he lights a shot off anyways, just to keep Sundial Operatives from making their way through that door too hastily.

The heat emitted turns the air in its path into plasma- glowing golden like Griffin's energy field & eyes.

The beam looks to be on target, but he doesn't even bother to wait. "Hell yeah! Great timing, Mason." He says as he turns and sprints for the dais.

He puts his hands behind his back and waits for the system to get them the hell out of here. He thinks he'll looks super cool on the other side- he obviously hasn't thought of the 2 very upset women outside, much less StarGuard.

A great golden conflagration slams into Lucky Nielsen, Agent of Sundial. The man is blown clean off of his feet so hard that his boots are left behind and his socks fly free of his feet as he travels down the hall. Nearly forty feet down the massive main corridor, Lucky Nielsen slams back into the ground and skids to a halt in the path of Operation Sundial's back-up security forces.

Several other men who were just starting to regain their feet after the riotous blast of the concussion grenade heave themselves into piles on either side of the now open doorway. They regroup as Griffin climbs onto the dais. By the time they're ready to breach the room again, Breach and Griffin are just warping out of existence within the Operation Sundial facility.

Griffin and Breach will never know how the security team liked the rest of Breach's party favors. Indeed, they may never know that they will never know because they warp into existence between Indira, Quiet, and a slew of StarGuard agents. Breach being armed to the teeth and heavily armored doesn't really help matters; StarGuard soldiers left and right draw their guns and point them at Breach's head - as though he stores anything important up there!