99. The Fish-men put up a fight but in the end, get battered

The slavering dwarf sprints after his prey. The iron taste of blood in his mouth only heightens his berserker rage.

The Kuo-toa lumber off down the corridor, half loping and half on all fours, in an effort to get away from the screaming dwarf behind them. Talo rounds the first corner with the Kuo-toa just ahead of him but by the time he gets to the next corner the creatures are out of sight. Continue reading “99. The Fish-men put up a fight but in the end, get battered”

95. Mopping Up Operations

Jenson sighs “12 minutes can be a life time. Let’s go ahead and plug in another power cell BUT try to avoid those repair bots and let them do their programmed job” He moves the sled next to the power cell almost charged hoping 12 minutes goes by quickly.

“Odd this place is empty, in fact the sections everybody was taken to was also empty. We may want to watch out for that last robot that marched out earlier to get security so if it comes back or is here in another room we can just grab that power cell and get moving before it shows up or does anything to us.”

Kalam nodded to Jenson and stood guard for robots and any other hostiles.

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94. Everyone’s a Critic

Once Jenson is unfrozen, the gnome asks about any magical devices his people might have for transporting large or heavy items, flying carpet type things which they could load up with supplies form this strange world and take with them?

The doors into cargo bay six close and a red light comes on over them. Gordon tries the door again and although it opens, it only does so for two or three seconds.
Jenson, who is just beginning to recover from his paralysis hears the door say that, ‘The room beyond is hazardous to life and is being sealed off so the atmosphere can be vented to extinguish the fire inside. This door can now only be opened from the inside or by security and fire control personnel.’
Jenson says he saw two grav-sleds over in the south east corner of the cargo hold. They’re just 2m long by 1m wide by 10cm high slabs of battered looking steel with two tall handles at one end.

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93. The Battle of Cargo Bay 6

“Well folks, I’m with them. Let’s get the portal up and running. I’d rather be early than late getting back to where we should be. I’m following the dwarfs”, comments Gildor and takes off with the dwarfs.

Gildor follows the dwarves up about 25m, where they get out onto the observation deck. They move quickly to the cargo bay with the glass cylinders and over to the one the woman came out of. Munin and Daldin examine the power-cell connected to the cylinder and call Gildor over.
“Can you cast a spell on me, so I can read this gibberish?” asks Munin.
That done,  Munin reads out what he can see on the box and the dwarves argue among themselves before Munin turns a small dial on the back and the glowing green gem on the front goes out.
“So far, so good.” mumbles the dwarf before gently pulling and twisting the cable where it connects to the box. The thing unscrews and with a grunt Munin lifts the box onto his shoulder.
They make their way back to the drop-chute and ascend to level one, where after a quick check by Daldin that the coast is clear, they move south to the armoury.
Munin tells Gildor to ‘stock up’, taking all the weapons off their racks and piling them into bags and sacks. Then they head west to the portal and dump the power-cell and their loot next to the ring.
“If you want to be useful, you could go back and get a couple of boxes of grenades or mini-power cells.” Munin says to Gildor.
“We’re going to get Thraim, hopefully we’ll be back soon and then we’re leaving.”
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92. Lost in translation

Talo watches Anita dissemble with raised brow. He turns to Gordon, “Can you ask these folks or LG if they know what is in those pillar, case, thingies? One of them spit out a handle but I did not want to mess with it going in completely blind.”

Talo’s message is translated and LG says “Oh dear, those sound like sarcophagi of the Elder Things. I wasn’t aware that we had any of them aboard, they must have been put aboard at the last minute. Perhaps it might be an idea to leave the Elder Things alone, they might be somewhat put out that they’ve been left sleeping for over 300 years.”

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