Log:A Breach in the Case, Scene 15

A Breach in the Case 2016/06/13

15

Quiet's scanning includes up and down. Down is where she spies, and finally seems to identify the prior contact. A contact that looks alot like Breach. Just more... solid. And naked.

This is obviously an important revelation., though it takes her a moment to realize that he's heading for the comm terminal. Time to ditch the elevator again. She hops off the elevator once more and float/fly/falls for the terminal.

Griffin looks at Quiet, he might be fast- but not fast enough to cover that ground AND stop who or whatver it is down there.

"Q- can you intercept? I'll send the elevator up to Alert Team- and... " That's about when Quiet disembarks.

"We've got positive contact, and this MAsonette is going for the comms terminal. Q is moving to intercept."

He grunt sove rhte line as he leaps off the elevator to provide his partner backup.

"Cargo still en route." He adds as he begins jogging after Quiet who of course is after Rick's not-so-alike look-alike.

Indira's face makes a confused, scrunched expression as she tries to listen to the comms. "What is a 'Masonette'?" she asks in confusion. Maybe she didn't hear that correctly. She is, after all, trying to sort out the thoughts of the oncoming Sundial forces to find out how close they are.

"Goody goody," mutters Breach, quite unaware of just how Mason-like Bravo Team's Masonette actually is. He looks at Indira and then at the door, grimacing visibly before he comments, both on the radio and to Indira directly, "Moving to intercept cargo. Keep your detour short, the party favors won't last long."

Breach steps off of the dais, brushing against Indira in the process, before he jogs toward the door into the generator room. He fills her head with the very important thought. o O ( Don't die. Please. )

In the mean time, Griffin and Quiet both move to intercept the Rick-a-like. As they close the distance, the major differences become markedly more apparent. Rick v2 is several inches taller, standing approximately 6' even, with a shaggy mane of jet black hair. Bizarrely his shabby beard seems to have grown in more like mutton chops than the neckbeard that Rick was sporting after his stint in the sarcophogus.

Wild, panicked green eyes dart back and forth between Quiet, Griffin, the Mausoleum's other guests, and the immediate surroundings. Griffin doesn't recognize the light in the Rick-a-Like's eyes until it's too late. It's the look of a man who has been living alone in a cave for too long. Human contact, benign or malicious, is unfamiliar and unwelcome.

Quiet is faster, using her altered personal gravity to accelerate safely toward the naked man. He waits until she's within arm's reach to lunge toward her, attempting to grab Quiet by the shoulder and throat before whipping around to give her a positively super-human Judo Throw across the Mausoleum. If only Griffin had some easy way of shooting targets with whom he has a visual lock, but not a weapons' bead.

Indira watches Breach go after he brushes against her, his thoughts reading loudly and clearly. She responds gently. o O (I'll do my best. See the rest of you soon.) Watching him disappear into the generator room and left alone in the laboratory, she turns to face the door where the Sundial operatives will approach from.

She gestures with her free hand out in front of her, her helmet and suit's sensor picking up the gesture and trace commands she's issuing with it. Some of the suit's power is diverted to its force shields.

A curved transparent wall with a cyan hue gets erected, covering the front six meters of the dais between Indira and the door that will get BREACHed if the others don't get back in time. It may provide her some time, and cover, should Sundial come in guns blazing before they return. She has to protect their escape route, for the sake of the team.

The shock leaps to his leg and his personal bio-field absorbs the majority of it- but to Griffin it feels like its way more than he can bear.

He grits his teeth and locks his eyes on the man as he whips Quiet around- and with that the dam bursts.

Griffin's whole eye takes on a golden glow and his irises disappear in the glow.

A beam of golden light leaps from his eyes- aimed straight for the Black Haired Masonette.

Breach With the Black Hair just barely reaches proximity of Quiet's shoulder with one hand - his other hand never actually makes it to close to her throat - when Griffin's eyes explode with golden light. His head swivels in a mixture of confusion and mounting horror as he's blasted off of his feet and across the Mausoleum to SLAM into the wall. When the golden eyebeams subside, Breachy With the Black Hair drops to the ground from the smoking crater in the wall. Streamers of black smoke curl off of his scorched body, but he does not immediately move.

Eyebeams: 1

Mid-Bosses: 0

Maybe Quiet thought that the dripping hunkcicle could still a confused, thawed POW. She did leap after when she could, as all are aware, easily ventilated him from a distance. Maybe that's why he also gets the drop on her. Well, almost, but not because of anything she did.

Now he's occupying a crater in the wall. She watches him a moment, looks back to Griffin. Back to not-Rick, then taps on her right forearm before looking back to Griffin again.

NOW WE EXFIL.

Whether this one was a threat, or not is still unknown. So Quiet grabs him to drag his ass out with them. Albeit she grabs him with grav-tractors. Just in case. This leaves her jogging, jumping, and floating back to the elevator a bit more slowly.

"Woah..." Griffin says as he stares at the scorched man through the remains of his headset Then he looks a Quiet with a face that could only be saying, 'Did you just see that?!'

He clicks over the radio as he comes to a halt and begins taking a single step backwards. <> Then he realizes- his headset is damaged beyond all repair! There's no way his comms are working.

He must be distracted- shooting high intensity energy from one's eyeballs probably has that effect on most people.

He thinks to himself, 'Miloz just upgraded that thing! He's going to kill me!' And sighs.

It takes a second before snapping back into place- back into mission mode but he does. He pulls his headset down around his neck- components still bubbling which prompts him to rip it off entirely, and tucks into the inner pocket of his BDU vest

He nods at Quiet's quasi-threatening EXFIL command. His steps backwards quicken, his eyes always locked on Mason- Brunette Edition.

"Q- I'll take your cheeky cargo. You keep moving. I'm right on your 6, but my comms are down." He says slowing down for Q to catch up with her cargo.

He doesn't add that a couple hundred pounds shouldn't slow him down any.

Indira meanwhile, continues to shore up her defenses as she pops up a few projected force shield walls behind Breach's trap as she prepares for potential incoming.

Breach with the Black Hair is not, technically, a brunette. While he does have dark hair, his eyes are a vibrant green and his skin tone is only a handful of shades darker than that of Rick Mason v1.0; nary a trace of tan on this fine, half-frozen gentleman to be found.

It's probably not heartening to know that his scorched skin is already starting to flake off to reveal freshly healed, baby bottom smooth skin underneath. On the other hand, do Quiet and Griffin really have time to consider the possible rammifications of such apparently rapid healing?

No, we didn't think so either.

Breach Classic stands on the catwalk in the middle of the deactivated generator chamber, particle revolver still whining as it rests in his hand at his side. He grumbles to himself as he impatiently waits for the slow-moving freight elevator to make its way up the track from the Mausoleum to its dock in the generator room. Little does he know that Quiet and Griffin and their feistiest guest might not make it up on the first trip... Time is very much not on SPACETEAM's side right now.

Quiet alights on the elevator deck and "hands off" her payload to Griffin. She also gives him a thumbs up and keys her own comms. Two clicks. Two quick clicks. Slight pause. One click. Long pause. Two clicks.

It's a pattern that some might recall as a knock. Or a jingle.

Griffin catches the facsimile edition of Rick and lugs him over his shoulder. That's about when he catches wind of baby fresh chest area.

He doesn't have time to appreciate Q's jingle, but he's glad she's made it.

"Oh great- he's Warm Undead. Double time!" he shouts to Quiet as he takes off at top speed for the elevator car. No time to deal with that- and he won't leave a man behind if there's any choice. He and Quiet have done gone this far, its too late to turn back.

Indira is not familiar with human morse code one bit. The clicks sound like a fault in this poor human communication technology, what with its static and all. Such an unclear signal! With Griffin's comms busted, and Quiet's comms...quiet, Indira hasn't had any updates just yet.

After forming a final force shield, she steps back to the center of the dais and lowers her hand, her suit winding down the powered humming noise it was generating to discharge energy. Now all she can do is wait for the team. Or for Sundial. Whichever arrives first.

"Two pence," hums Breach on the comms. It spills out well before he fully, consciously, is aware of the impulse to hum it out in response to Quiet. He grunts into his mic and lifts his particle revolver, preparing for incoming as Griffin and Quiet mount the freight elevator again and trade the Undead Football's guardianship.

For the moment, at least, Captain Naked does not appear to be stirring. Griffin's eyebeams may not be leaving a lasting mark on Captain Naked's skin, but they certainly seem to have staying power when it comes to inducing unconsciousness. That's a good thing, right?

Within thirty seconds of having returned to their posts on the freight elevator, it passes through the open iris. Once the entire platform is inside of the umbillicus, the portal irises shut with a sinister sound of sharpened metal sliding across sharpened metal. Gradually the platform's position shifts to maintain a steady level as it rolls up the inclined track, sarcophogi and heroes passing support structure after support structure lined with explosives.

Indira, just as her suit's projection systems wind down, senses a rapid influx of minds in her psychic range. Strange, alien thoughts flood her brain as two Operation Sundial fire teams rally up on the opposite side of Breach's heavily trapped door. Unfortunately, it's hard to tell exactly which mental voice is in charge at the moment. There's simply too much signal noise to fully appreciate who, exactly, is correct in their estimations of how soon they'll be BREACHing the door.

Griffin grins at the sight of Rick's party favors. "Oh yeah. Now this is going to be a blowout! Glad I made it Mason- you sure know how to set it off!" He actually sounds happy about this absolutely insane nonsense that is going on.

He flops the naked Masonette on to the ground. Knowing he heals fast- he isn't too careful, letting his head smack against the ground with a wet smack.

His eyes are glowing - not just the irises, but the whole visible eye as he tries to bring his own lightshow to bear.

Heat waves seem to radiating away from his eyes.

Quiet turns her helm to glance at the dropped one, but only for a moment. Her attention is ahead and above as they rise. She may be focused, and a professional, but one boot taps lightly with more metal on metal. Still, it's better thank muzak.

Indira's eyes wince slightly at the "loud" mental influx. Alien thoughts, or human, but alien to her? She has trouble sorting out all the noise, like trying to pick out one voice in a crowded room of people talking.

She steps over to the control terminal, already primed and ready to port them when the others arrive.

Very calmly, but very seriously, Indira makes an announcement over the comms.

"They are here."

The calmness and simplicity of her statement sound ominous. Or maybe it's because of the accent.

It takes close to two minutes for Griffin, Quiet, Rick-a-Like, and the rest to reach the second iris doorway. They emerge from the umbillicus into the base of the generator chamber just in time for Indira to announce into the interal comm system that Operation Sundial has arrived. Breach visibly flinches at the ominously simple message Indira's voice conveys.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell did you guys do? Grab every freaking individually wrapped fishstick down there?"

One hopes that Breach did, in fact, say "fishstick" in the midst of his rant.

"And who the hell is Sleepy Pete?"

Somehow(!) Breach does not immediately recognize his dark-haired fraternal twin. He just gestures at the naked man with his gun, shooting Quiet a look. Everyone just knows there's a look, even if they can't see what his facial expression is under his mirrored orange lens. It's the sort of look that suggests a joke at Quiet's expense, even if it isn't yet vocalized. Odds are good that Breach fully expects to get shot when they're out of this particular danger zone.

"I was just gonna ask you the same thing- that is if we get out of this." Griffin says a bit incredulously. 'How does he not see the resemblence?!' He thinks to himself.

But there's no time to inquire further.

"So how long do we have 'til Operation Clone-a-Mason on us and how long will it take to get that thing up and running?" He asks Mason and Indira as he nods towards the door and the transporter platform- both questions, though clearly there is one for each of them.

His eyes are glowing a bit more intensely, and the heat coming off his head is almost palpable even from a distance. He seems to be taking to whatever this new expression of his powers is in stride.

Quiet resorts to her standard response at accusing looks as a result of dragging a strange unclothed man in with her. She shrugs. More detailed explanations may have to wait for when they have more time. When Certain Maiming and Violent Death aren't trying to visit. She looks to Indira and points from Indira to the ... well, Quiet thinks it's the thing Indira was working on.

Indira is off in the next room, her attention focused on trying to sort through the voices as they prepare to take out the door and deal with the computer tech. It's too advanced for some of the team, and too primitive for her. Just fantastic. But at least she thinks she has it ready to get them out of this situation.

She risks looking over her shoulder to the other room, searching for the others. "Our time is down," she says over the comms, but they may be able to hear her in stereo from the other room.

Breach's accusatory glare turns from Quiet to Griffin at the sound of Griffin's incredulous response. One would be forgiven for believing Breach to be The All-Questioning Eyebrow of Sauron. Just look at that fiery orange visor and the way one can just tell there is a severely cocked eyebrow underneath it, levelled at Griffin right now.

At Indira's second dire pronouncement, Breach just gives up and thumbs the particle revolver's safety back on. Its keening whine immediately dies out as the particle accelerator spools down to standby mode. Holstering his weapon, Breach steps up to the edge of the platform just as the freight elevator docks properly with the catwalk. Promptly, Breach grabs hold of the first hover dolly and starts hauling it after him toward the raised dais of ultimate final destiny.

Releasing the dolly's hand hold, Breach jumps over the hovering rack of sarcophogi to land nimbly on the catwalk. He draws in a deep breath and plants his left boot on the metal walkway before lifting his right leg to plant his boot on the last sarcophogus. With a tremendous grunt, Breach kicks the dolly into the Medical & Computer Laboratory; it glides to a stop in the dais' immediate proximity.

"Next."

Right. They're exiltrating. Quiet grabs a dolly of her own, as well as a pair of loose sarcophagi via tractors and joins in the shuttling to the next room.

Griffin grabs the man by his leg and literally tosses him atop another dolly. Then he grasps the handle and pulls it behind Quiet & Rick.

He tries his best to ignore the unnamed, unclothed Rick-licate as the hoverdolly trucks on.

Indira turns to watch the team roll in all of the dollies. "That...is a great number of humans," she breathes out in appreciation for why it took so long. "Is this all of them?" she asks as the others start carting in the hover dollies.

Breach grabs the last of the hover-dollies and follows behind Quiet and Griffin. He peers at the naked man atop Griffin's dolly in silent consternation. Pulling up alongside the dais with the others, Breach inquires, "He look familiar to you guys?"

The jerked thumb indicating The Naked Man promptly leads that hand to grab the handle for the other hover dolly that Breach got into the area. He hauls both of his dollies up onto the dais, tumbling himself off of the other side in the process. Fortunately, Indira's energy screens are in place to support him and keep him from crashing to the floor.

It's about this point that a VERY LOUD NOISE draws attention toward the booby trapped door. The metal of the door is starting to turn cherry red along the seams it forms with the wall into which it's set. Apparently Indira's reset of the security system included locking doors down; they're going to have to cut through... Which probably isn't going to buy the team a whole lot of time if they're already in the process of it.

"You're kidding right, Mason?" Griffin asks, almost scoffing. "Take a closer look man. That's some straight Freaky Friday sh*t right there. Wasn't that the one about the twins?" He asks- not really changing the topic but certainly not refraining from diverting.

The noise prompts him to look away and reach for his sidearm out of habit before remembering his laser eyes and what a relief it was using them. "Oh- looks like our guests are clamoring for attention." Griffin says as he looks towards the door. He's happy Indira's lockdown was so thorough, but he's worried they might not be able to get everyone out in time.

On the other hand, molten metal and explosives could make for an interesting combination.

That said, Quiet would rather not have front-row seats, in this instance. After Dropping her cargo, she takes up a stance on the platform with it and the others, turning her weapon for the now-glowing door and holding it. She spares her off hand for just a moment to beckon to Indira.

Hurry up? Get her roots over here? It's open to interperetation on the details, but the idea of haste is conspicuous.

Indira begins to prep the console to trigger the teleport for when everything is in position. "I hope this device can handle so many," she murmurs to herself. What a time to start worrying about capacity load!

"Is everyone in position?" she verifies, looking around at the others. Her eyes finally settle on the naked Rickcicle clone on the top of the stack and gazes at it...curiously. Like there's something wrong with it that she can't quite place. Should it look like that?

"What in the hell are you tal-"

Breach's head swivels toward the roaring noise accompanying the cherry red glow around the edges of the door. He curses vehemently as he wrestles himself free of the support of the energy screen. The Undead Soldier rounds the dais and snaps his fingers near Indira as she stares at the Rick-a-Like.

"First group is in position. Worry about Calvin Clothesless later! None of us needs to know what thermite will do to us!"

Promptly Breach smacks his hand down on the dais' console. The air between the two crystalline-coated plates shimmers unnaturally, the space in between them visibly warping as the sarcophogi self-illuminate themselves out of existence. Apparently Breach found the 'FIRE!' button?

Breach has figured out technology! This is a momentous day. If only they had time to bask in it. Indira is snapped out of her curious state by the snapping. She moves over to the next dolly with Quiet and tries to help get it onto the dais. She's not strong, but the dolly does do most of the work with some grunting on her part, and probably some assistance from another member of the team.

"Time for the next grouping to be prepared, yes?" she pants out in exertion.

Quiet was rather hoping that Indira might go out with the first, but no time to dwell on that now. She darts over to grab more dollies, in hand and in tractor, to drag them to the platform.

Breach did not expect Indira to go with the first salvo of sarcophogi. Then again, Breach did not expect to have absolute mastery of teleportation controls with his mighty pimp hand. He moves around the dais to help Indira load up a dolly while Quiet hauls another one onto the platform.

Griffin, presumably, stands overwatch on the door with his dread golden eyebeams at the ready. Breach is okay with this. He trusts Griffin to have everyone's backs in this position.

After Breach and Indira have loaded another dolly into place, Breach gestures Indira toward Quiet. Gruffly, Breach comments, "Help Quiet load up, Indira. We need to roll out of here in a god damned hurry."

The moment that Indira's back is turned toward him, Breach gestures Quiet toward Indira. He attempts to signal to Quiet, in military hand signs, to get Indira out of here. For absolutely not at all obvious reasons, his gestures are sharp and emphatic.

Indira would never willingly leave the team behind on a mission. It's a value even the alien possesses. You don't abandon your crew.

She also never suspects that Rick would perform such treachery. There's so much noise, so many minds, she doesn't pick up on his true intentions as she nods quickly to him and turns around towards Quiet to help finish hauling the dolly onto the platform. "Almost..." she grunts as she pulls the dolly up onto the dais with her. Getting that momentum going can require a little bit of force, even with anti-gravs at work.

Quiet, understand hand signals? Never. Rick doesn't need to be quite so emphatic, though. She gets it. They share some common interests in that vein. Possibly due to the fact that Indira is, in the opinions of one or all, a non-combatant. After she gets her dolly up there, she grabs hold of the ambassador and Indira's dollly to give both a helpful push up onto the platform.