Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 4: Small 50s Town]
09-25-2011, 12:18 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Although shorting out the communicator had improved Konka Rar's mood, he soon realized that he didn't know where the power core was.
On the other hand, it wasn't unreasonable to assume that this office held a plan of the ship, and most likely somewhere relatively accessible. The alien commander would want to be able to review such information in the event of an emergency.
It didn't take long to find it. There was a rather obvious device on a table in the back of the office. It was similar to the communicator in appearance, but significantly larger; while trying to find a button or switch to activate it, Rar pressed his skeletal palm to it and a transparent projection of the ship appeared.
Touching a portion of the hologram zoomed in on that section, although the rooms were labelled in a language Rar couldn't recognize; he idly wondered why he had been able to speak to the alien President yet unable to read the written words. Perhaps the Cultivator had done something to allow the combatants to understand each other, and it extended to all speech, but not to writing.
Regardless, the power core was rather easily identifiable, as was the office he was in. It didn't take long to find a route from one to the other. The lich memorized several possible paths as contingency plans, and then blasted the device with his laser to disable it.
He then tore the cover off of a nearby ventilation shaft, and crawled inside. The noise as his bones and metal parts struck the ducts was unpleasant, and more importantly, would draw attention; fortunately, a simple levitation spell solved that problem.
Then he started a fire in the middle of the office. He had to leave something for the guards to find once they made their way in, after all.
Although shorting out the communicator had improved Konka Rar's mood, he soon realized that he didn't know where the power core was.
On the other hand, it wasn't unreasonable to assume that this office held a plan of the ship, and most likely somewhere relatively accessible. The alien commander would want to be able to review such information in the event of an emergency.
It didn't take long to find it. There was a rather obvious device on a table in the back of the office. It was similar to the communicator in appearance, but significantly larger; while trying to find a button or switch to activate it, Rar pressed his skeletal palm to it and a transparent projection of the ship appeared.
Touching a portion of the hologram zoomed in on that section, although the rooms were labelled in a language Rar couldn't recognize; he idly wondered why he had been able to speak to the alien President yet unable to read the written words. Perhaps the Cultivator had done something to allow the combatants to understand each other, and it extended to all speech, but not to writing.
Regardless, the power core was rather easily identifiable, as was the office he was in. It didn't take long to find a route from one to the other. The lich memorized several possible paths as contingency plans, and then blasted the device with his laser to disable it.
He then tore the cover off of a nearby ventilation shaft, and crawled inside. The noise as his bones and metal parts struck the ducts was unpleasant, and more importantly, would draw attention; fortunately, a simple levitation spell solved that problem.
Then he started a fire in the middle of the office. He had to leave something for the guards to find once they made their way in, after all.
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