Re: Mini-Grand 5108 [Round 1: Neuge Research Station]
08-31-2011, 12:04 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by shieldman.
Checking system... ok.
Audio/Video inputs... ok.
Generators... online.
Assessing location via GPS... ... ... N/A.
What had once been a very solid, very real recharge hub suddenly was replaced by void, then a laboratory. Shieldman refocused his ocular inputs a couple of times, trying to get a bearing on his surroundings, unfamiliar as they were. It seemed to be a standard-issue lab, a little on the unkempt side, certainly no five-star research facility. So rudely awoken from his recharging stupor, some systems were still coming online, giving Shieldman a-- for lack of a better term-- headache. He glanced around, not registering the other organics in the room at first. After a moment, he looked around again, then scuttled back a few steps in shock.
The musclebound, tense-looking hero was not helping him calm down, nor was the large horned tiger. He eyed them uneasily.
"Who-- who the heck are you guys?? Are you supposed to be the guys I... uh... fight? Wait, why would I say--"
He drifts off into confused monologue, not really paying attention as the hero-guy nonchalantly jumped on a motorcycle and rode off. The other two entities in the room, the human and the tiger-- oh, wow, those colors. He looked on at the majestic beast, enthralled by its vibrant coat. The human suddenly whirled around, and began babbling excitedly in vaguely English-seeming terms; no dialect that was familiar to Shieldman. He turned to look at what was so distressing beside him.
"Okay, black paste from the walls. That's... that's not good."
Despite the faceless command to "fight to the death" against the others, more pressing matters were at hand. Shieldman's morality core marked the human and the animal "Innocents", and the encroaching goop was certainly nothing of the sort. He engaged his generators, and sent a bolt of lightning slime-ward. The blast splattered that section of the black gel, and it receded for a moment, screeching. It circled around, away from the other two combatants, and a large portion of it surged towards Shieldman. He backpedaled as best he could, blasting it at slow intervals.
The human quietly departed the room, but Shieldman didn't notice; instead, he yelled to the tiger.
"You! Innocent, Ka Sve Gle, what are your combat abilities??"
Checking system... ok.
Audio/Video inputs... ok.
Generators... online.
Assessing location via GPS... ... ... N/A.
What had once been a very solid, very real recharge hub suddenly was replaced by void, then a laboratory. Shieldman refocused his ocular inputs a couple of times, trying to get a bearing on his surroundings, unfamiliar as they were. It seemed to be a standard-issue lab, a little on the unkempt side, certainly no five-star research facility. So rudely awoken from his recharging stupor, some systems were still coming online, giving Shieldman a-- for lack of a better term-- headache. He glanced around, not registering the other organics in the room at first. After a moment, he looked around again, then scuttled back a few steps in shock.
The musclebound, tense-looking hero was not helping him calm down, nor was the large horned tiger. He eyed them uneasily.
"Who-- who the heck are you guys?? Are you supposed to be the guys I... uh... fight? Wait, why would I say--"
He drifts off into confused monologue, not really paying attention as the hero-guy nonchalantly jumped on a motorcycle and rode off. The other two entities in the room, the human and the tiger-- oh, wow, those colors. He looked on at the majestic beast, enthralled by its vibrant coat. The human suddenly whirled around, and began babbling excitedly in vaguely English-seeming terms; no dialect that was familiar to Shieldman. He turned to look at what was so distressing beside him.
"Okay, black paste from the walls. That's... that's not good."
Despite the faceless command to "fight to the death" against the others, more pressing matters were at hand. Shieldman's morality core marked the human and the animal "Innocents", and the encroaching goop was certainly nothing of the sort. He engaged his generators, and sent a bolt of lightning slime-ward. The blast splattered that section of the black gel, and it receded for a moment, screeching. It circled around, away from the other two combatants, and a large portion of it surged towards Shieldman. He backpedaled as best he could, blasting it at slow intervals.
The human quietly departed the room, but Shieldman didn't notice; instead, he yelled to the tiger.
"You! Innocent, Ka Sve Gle, what are your combat abilities??"