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Post by Kiin on Feb 3, 2019 4:53:45 GMT
And the hall was filled with explosions, just as Rowan commanded it. None of those on the ground would be able to react in time as their bodies were rocked upward into the ceiling, and if they weren't dead, they were all at least severely concussed. The sound of heavy armored bodies falling to the ground was difficult to discern through the crumbling of the area all around them. Smoke filled the halls and the cells, inciting coughing fits from the prisoners inside them - but the explosions did a fair amount to weaken the gates keeping the people locked inside.
Vye would be able to learn the wall behind them was overall quite weak, compared to the others around her. It was crumbling near the ceiling, perhaps from the weight, as well at the bottom. Additionally, she would find heat signatures from behind the wall begin to move in reaction to the massive explosion, seeking to get around the area to check on what was going down.
Though it appeared they were safe and successful, and that the sniper had no way to track them through the smoke and dust, that sense of security would be short lived. A high-pitched whirring sound would pierce all other noises around them, as a sharp light found its way through the smoke and aimed for Rowan's shoulder. A loud BANG! would be heard, before a pure blue beam of energy shot through Rowan's shoulder.
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 3, 2019 5:12:26 GMT
Tuning out the surroundings as best she could, Sylvye discovered a nearly central spot on the wall behind them that, with the right sized projectile, would bring it down without causing collateral damage to the structure around it. She would smile as the heat signatures on the other side began to fade, but would quickly return her attention to Rowan as she heard the weapon click. Needless to say, the shot seemed mostly ineffective to the kid, but there was no telling what was running through his head. After all, who would take kindly to getting shot? Clearly, he wasn't done here, but she felt it would be within their best interest to leave while they had a window. Curious and also to get his attention, she put her hand on the same shoulder that was shot, pointing at the spot on the wall while the screen highlighted it in green. "We should go, now." She said harshly, hoping whatever thoughts he was having would cease.
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Post by Rowan Altambra on Feb 3, 2019 6:40:02 GMT
The shot pierced the smoke and struck Rowan straight in the shoulder with enough force to slam him back into the wall. He groaned out in pain, feeling his skin broken for the first time in so long. Blood soaked the fabric of his shirt as his flesh was rent, and his stance staggered slightly.
"Alright, we're going, I can't take too many more of those."
Rowan snarled, and from his back he charged up the wall. But, he didn't stop there. It stretched until all the gates of the cells were lit up as well, and a massive explosion would clear the entire hall, as well as break the gates down for the prisoners to escape and follow if they so chose.
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Post by Kiin on Feb 3, 2019 7:10:18 GMT
Rowan's explosions would work with no obstruction, the wall breaking apart as the gates did as well. A light aimed at Rowan once more, before it was halted by the explosions, which provided them a chance to get away. In the room behind them, they would find it was large and vacant of any other living people, providing a short respite.
To the north was a staircase heading up to the next floor, and to the South was a large iron door with several locks on it. Scattered throughout this room were chests of all sorts, as well as shelves with gear stacked on them - they would be able to find their own gear there, as well.
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 3, 2019 8:00:39 GMT
To say the least, Sylvye was very surprised at Rowan's sudden decision to free the entire underground. It wasn't something she would have encouraged, but it at least bought them more time to leave; the other prisoners were on their own. She was quick to pass through the hole so she could properly reconfigure her map. She stood there for a second before blinking, the screen vanishing before them. Turning to Rowan she scolded, "That was a careless trick, you could have killed us both, as well as those children." She wouldn't say much more, but his actions deserved to be criticized, no matter how pure of heart they were.
"The exit is up, but I suggest we lay low for a moment before drawing the attention of more enemies." She pointed at the large iron door. She couldn't help but sense there was something useful in that room, but she wasn't going to tell him her real intentions were to rummage through their things.
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Post by Rowan Altambra on Feb 3, 2019 8:28:29 GMT
For Rowan, it was invigorating to be able to do this after spending so long kept under the water and being tortured. To be able to help others along the way, that was just icing on the cake. Despite Harthe's words, Rowan would wait for any prisoners coming their way to hurry up and do so, before he charged up the area in front of him and made that explode as well. The goal was to create a barrier of debris that would be impossible to get through swiftly. If successful, it would not only free some prisoners, but it'd make it so there was only one way they could get attacked from - assuming the iron door led to something closed off, not another platoon.
"If we're searching it, let's do so quickly," he would say, wiping some sweat from his brow. The boy ran over to the large iron door and began to charge it up as much as he could, straining from the recent, massive explosions he'd been utilizing. The quicker he could light the thing up, the sooner he'd have it explode, eager to see what was inside.
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Post by Kiin on Feb 3, 2019 8:39:11 GMT
Three different prisoners would come running the way of Rowan and Vye: an older man and woman, and a young child, all of which seemed to be of the same species. The man was limping, using the child - clearly young, but still quite tall, at roughly six feet - as a crutch. The three looked at Rowan and Vye and bowed their heads, speaking rapidly in a language they would not understand, but clearly different from how the guards earlier had spoken. It was evident they were thankful. While the two focused on the iron door, the three aliens found a nearby spot to sit at and recuperate. The large iron door was intended to be an incredible, impassable barricade, yet Rowan's gift was capable of making short work of it. The explosion didn't completely shatter the door, but made short work of its hinges and threshold, causing it to fall to the ground with a loud THUD! and a small cloud of dust. Once the dust settled, there was revealed to be an armory. Upon first glance, the armory seemed to hold nothing more than simple swords and shields and other medieval weaponry. That said, they would not be able to gauge all within from the outside.
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 3, 2019 19:41:11 GMT
Sylvye would simply wait patiently as Rowan did his thing. She swiveled her head back and forth to further examine the ceiling - or, the floor they'd find an exit on. She assumed since this was the prison hall, that the floor above would probably be an open area with several choice places to escape. It would't make sense for the entire building to be condensed, but, she considering they were on an alien planet, anything was possible. Her attention was suddenly pulled towards the alien family, and as they spoke their native tongue, she would simply offer a smile and bow to pay her respects.
As the door gave way, Sylvye was quick to cast her UI again, stepping over the rubble and giving the armory an intense inspection. "This isn't right," She would immediately declare, "This entire planet speaks technological advancements and extraordinary machinery, what use would a medieval armory serve them?" She would turn towards Rowan to make sure he was paying attention, if not, she would snap her fingers, otherwise she would proceed to investigate.
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Post by Rowan Altambra on Feb 4, 2019 3:28:14 GMT
Rowan was paying attention indeed, and followed in after Harthe entered. He waved the dust away from his mouth and immediately went to inspect everything. "I dunno... a lot of them are pretty barbaric," Rowan commented, wincing slightly as he recalled the hail of blows he'd endured from their primitive weaponry. But, he was no fool. "They've also got some other, more advanced shit. Just look around and maybe we'll find some here. If it's an armory, there's gotta be something we can use."
As Harthe checked with her computer, he began to look on his own. Any boxes or crates he could find, he'd open up and rummage through to see if there was anything hidden.
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Post by Kiin on Feb 4, 2019 3:38:28 GMT
The two would find that, as they'd entered, there were rows of crates against the wall, stacked high. They were all large and heavy, but there were two on the ground that had been pried open. From Vye's computer, she would see several glowing outlines that would appear to look slightly akin to Earth firearms, though exacts would be hard to pin down until they got their hands on them. As Rowan was rummaging through the crates himself, he'd find that one crate was filled with strange pistols, while the other was filled with rifles. Neither of them looked like anything they were familiar with, but still close enough to Earth weaponry.
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 4, 2019 3:52:12 GMT
The outlines of firearms that appeared on the screen lit Sylvye's face up. She hadn't touched a gun in what seemed to be a decade, and it wasn't until then that she realized her personal belongings were missing, including her beloved M9. She shook her head, brushing her fingertips down several blades and shields.
Returning her gaze to the misplaced boxes, she began to analyze them further. "It would appear they've separated everything." She pointed at the boxes on the ground, then rested her hands on her hips, clearly lost in a sudden thought.
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Post by Rowan Altambra on Feb 4, 2019 4:02:30 GMT
"Hey, look what we got here," Rowan said as he took some weapons out of the crates. Without much thinking, he'd search for straps or holsters of some kind. If he could find some, he'd take one pistol and a rifle, slinging the latter over his back. Then he'd get three more pairs to take out to the others, but he'd leave them all on the table for now. At the moment, his curiosity was taken by Harthe.
"You got an idea?" he'd ask, brow cocked while he got everything together. "We don't have too long, so if you got an idea, hit me."
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Post by Kiin on Feb 4, 2019 4:13:42 GMT
Rowan would indeed find straps and holsters, but assembling everything would take just a moment of his time. Vye would find nothing in the boxes that was different from what her and Rowan had already discovered - this was either the extent of what could be found here, or anything else was placed elsewhere.
Trampling feet could be heard on the floor above, as it seemed the soldiers of the fortress were beginning to mobilize, finally. They would need to be quick if they didn't want to get surrounded.
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 4, 2019 4:28:11 GMT
Despite not looking around much in the first place, Sylvye closed the screen and shook her head once more. "There's nothing here for me, but I do have an idea," She started, cutting her eyes at Rowan as the words 'hit me' slipped out his mouth. "This room is made of a much weaker composition than the rest of the place, ironic considering the door that was guarding it..."
She paused, scratching her chin. "Think you can handle setting this room ablaze? We'll have some more company soon, so we might as well make this difficult for them."
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Post by Rowan Altambra on Feb 4, 2019 4:37:12 GMT
Rowan cocked a brow, hand coming to his chin as the words came to him. "Well... alright, we can make that happen. Make sure they're above us. If I'm gonna go big, it has to count."
[/b] With that, he nodded, and took a knee. Hands on the ground, he began to charge up all the kinetic energy he'd siphoned till this point, and pump it into his surroundings.The whole room would begin to glow red, stretching up to the ceiling. Sweat dripped from Rowan's brow as it all took its toll on him, but he knew this had to be done. |
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