Log:A Breach in the Case, Scene 12,

A Breach in the Case 2016/03/28 Breach Griffin Indira Quiet 12

Quiet pushes her batch over to the elevator as she and Griffin work in counter-shifts. Well, he was working. Now he's making... alright, efficient use of gravity to return. Not to mention a WEE bit of showboating.

Once her near-dozen is on the platform, she floats back down to reload. Without the grind. She just pulls the AG sled with her.

Freshly montaged Griffin can't help but think Quiet's entrance was pretty cool- as he'd say "Super-SciFi".

One montage free joyride later, he's back amongst the hardly living.

"Never thought I'd be the one heaving Frozen Soldiers." He says to Quiet as she enters the Frozen Soldier Gallery.

He pulls the release on poor bastard #some-teenth. The systems roll over to on-board backups just like all the others.

Griffin looks up to Quiet as he waits for the locking mechanism to disengage.

Indira begins inputting information into the telporter to set up the coordinates for it to calculate the teleportation streams. "Where shall we take them? Starguard?"

Quiet has her floating corpsicle plate, Griffin has his. And alot of corpsicles to move. She nods to him and moves to another group of sarcophaguys and sarcophagals to start unlatching them.

Quiet gives Indira something of an answer over comms. She keys her transmitter twice.

"That sounds like about our only actual option," comments Breach as he puts the finishing touches on his unexplained grenade-on-a-stick. He cautiously backs away from it on all fours until he's almost backed up to the raised dais. Tipping his helmeted head, Breach surveys the remainder of the room, considering the best way to prepare for what he feels sure will be a breach team and a threat response team any minute now.

"On the other hand, I'm pretty sure we'll get shot to hell if we just teleport into a secure area in the Starguard building, like your offices," cautions Breach as he starts off toward one "corner" of the room along the same basic side as the doorway. He pulls another grenade from his combat harness and another one of those small plastic stands. "I think our best bet is to teleport onto the landing field. It's a secure tarmac, sure, but it's also kind of intended for this kind of thing. We'll want to avoid going in hot though, I think. Hands up, weapons down, the whole shtick."

Griffin and Quiet continue their process of loading hover dollies with sarcophogi. Nothing seems amiss at all down in the Mausoleum. This is probably the last place anyone would expect SPACETEAM to dispatch half its number during a re-infiltration of a black site like this. Why would they go down into the Mausoleum? How could they even possibly know of its existence? Besides, who would booby trap the frozen dead?

"I was not thinking of teleporting them indoors. And my offices aren't large enough for so many," Indira comments straight as she works on the coordinates. "Could we not just teleport outside of Starguard to get their attention?" Does she intend to park all those corpsicles out front on the street? With tourists? Maybe.

"Out... Side? On the street?" inquires an incredulous sounding Breach.

"Yes." Indira's speaking casually as if that were a normal option. "Starguard will notice us immediately. But it will not appear as an invasion. And they can dispatch their guards to deal with the sar....sarcoff oh'gai." She butchers the pronunciation, but at least she is trying.

Breach drops into a crouch and carefully starts wiring up his latest grenade. Getting into this room is going to be like charging blindly into a minefield. This is probably a horrible thing for anyone that isn't on SPACETEAM. He knits his eyebrows together in consternation at Indira's response.

"I can't dispute your logic, but I also feel like that's going to incite a public panic."

Indira opens her mouth to say something, then frowns as she sees his point. Flighty humans. "Kaldri bosh. The air field, then. And let us hope we are not shot to hell, yes?"

There's another double-click sound on the comms. Not that anyone can see it, but Quiet's also grinning. Sounds like they'll make a passable soldier of Indira, yet. Starting to talk the talk is the first step towards walking the walk.

As the other half of SpaceTeam is planning, Griffin is heaving another soldier from its confines and onto the dolly.

"Agreed on the Air Field. It's the logical place to drop them and make sure they get the medical care they'll need. I'm sure the batteries won't last forever." Griffin says after making sure the latest was secure and activating his comms.

"Yes. Let's hope we don't take any friendly fire," agrees Breach. He carefully finishes wiring his latest grenade-on-a-stick and backs away again on all fours. Gradually he stands up straight and looks around the room quickly. Breathing a quiet sigh, Breach starts circling around his triad of boom to add a fourth grenade. Someone will surely suffer in the tetrad of kaboom.

Griffin has been double timing it. Heaving Undead Soldiers by the near-dozen in the name of Justice and Whatnot.

Griffin clicks in again, "Its been an awfully long time without so much as janitor. Please tell me Mason is wiring up a surprise for whoever it is thats behind this..." He says lifting another over his shoulders to place on a slab.

"Fire is not your friend," Indira murmurs in a distracted tone as she finishes dialing in the new coordinates.

"No, fire is definitely not our friend," agrees Breach. He pulls another grenade from his combat harness as he circles around the room. Rolling his eyes, Breach replies, "I'm putting together some party favors for our dear hosts," to Griffin.

Oh brother, where art thine faith?

"I figured as much. Just nice to hear is all." Griffin responds as if he too was psychicly linked to Rick.

Pausing, Breach looks over at Indira. A crooked smile insinuates itself across the visible portion of his face.

"Let's just say they'll have a real blast, Indira, but it's not a party you'd want to attend."