Survival

[Lighthawk]

Gaius
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As soon as it has room to, the servitor rolls passed Gaius into the silo, and begins to examine the damaged container. Soon it is wholly occupied with repairing the damage, ignoring Gaius completely.

[Aaron]

Gaius 0133:

"Thats my fruit, machine slave!" Gaius roars as he fires a round into the back of the servitor, he continues to scream various obscenities at it as he racks the slide on his shotgun and fires another round.

[Lighthawk]

Gaius
0133

The servitor gave a single electronic squeal as the shotgun blasts tore into it, sending flesh and metal splattering all over the inside of the silo. Its left arm was blown off, the torch's bright blue flame in its hand marking its progress as it spun through the air. The servitor slumped over, held up only by its tracked lower body. The torch landed by an ear of corn and set the leaves ablaze, sending up a plume of smoke.

[Aaron]

Gaius 0133:

Gaius smiles in satisfaction at the wrecked servitor, "steal someone elses fruit next time" he snarls. He turns to leave the silo, pausing to retrieve his melon and walks out still having lunch.

[Tyyr]

0032

Mir nods. "It cut through a door, I want it." He walks unsteadily to the marines pants and rips off a long strip. He starts cleaning the chainsword as best he can, removing the worst of the gore. He finds a loose strap on his backpack and ties it to the pack before ripping off another strip of cloth. He heads back to the weapons locker with the musket and retrieves the gun and its powder horn. "I've got an idea," he says. "I don't suppose you have a lighter?" He takes the strip of cloth and rolls it up before wedging it into the spout of the powder horn. He tilts the musket over and empties the power pan out onto the makeshift fuse. He walks back to the vault door and wedges the powder horn against the locking pad. "Worth a shot right?"

[Uzume]

0004

"Fu*k!" She exclaims, as the tin can before her transforms into a damn lasgun turret. Hastily dropping her sword, she reaches for The Negotiator (autogun). She shoots at its electronic eye, binding it. The tin can fires, missing Lot by a mile; twin beams sear into the wall. After two more "negotiations" the lasgun explodes, sending sprockets, springs, and barrels flying. Shielding her eyes from the blast, she returns The Negotiator, and picks up her sword. Skirting around the burning pile, Lot heads for the two doors.

[Lighthawk]

Gaius
0134

The servitor's remains spark a bit. Some fluid leaking from the remains comes in contact with the burning corn, and with a great "FWOOMP!" the whole mess goes up in flame.

Mir
0032

" I've got this," Solaria replies to the question about a lighter, holding out the las. " Though are you sure that's wise? If that sent that," she points at the marine " just for breaking lockers..."

[Aaron]

Gaius 0133

Gaius stops on his way out of the silo to look down at the plant filled lower floor. Shucking his pack off, he retrieves the hose and fashions it into an ad hoc rope. Replacing his pack, he ties one end to the guardrails and the other to his waist, climbing over the rail he slips and flies out into open air.

The air fills with his cry of "FRAG!"

[Tyyr]

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Mir shrugged. "All I know is that so far this place has tried to kill us three times and doesn't show any signs of playing nicer. If something is good enough to bother locking up that well then I think its worth getting." He knelt down beside the marine and emptied his pockets, taking a grenade and stowing it in his pack. He pulled out a chaos symbol then hastily tossed it away, wiping his hands off on his trousers in disgust. He pulled out a wadded up piece of paper and frowned. "Can you read?"

[Lighthawk]

Gaius
0133

Gaius hits the floor hard, smacking his head and seeing bright lights flash before his eyes. It takes him a moment to recover his breath and climb slowly to his feet. The dense green of the surrounding plant life looms over him.

Mir
0033

Solaria takes the paper a bit gingerly, trying not to touch the blood stains. She opens it up and looks it over with a puzzled expression. " M-e-t-r-1-x-?-x-9" she finally reads out one letter/number/symbol at a time.

[Uzume]

0004

Lot stands before two doors once again. Looking into the cameras she wonders, who could be doing this, and is she the only one?
She tries to listen through the right door, dead silence. So she listens to the left, same, dead silent. Lot stretches her long sore limbs, and pops her neck in two quick jerks. She knocks on the left door.

[Lighthawk]

Lot
0004

The door zips open to reveal an elevator, the circular space just about two meters across. The controls are on the far wall, and consist of two buttons, one blue, one yellow.

[Uzume]

Without hesitation, Lot pushes the blue button.

[Tyyr]

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"You don't suppose...," Mir walked over to the body of the dead marine and looked at it and then at the vault door. Drawing his sword he lopped off the hand of the marine and carried it over to the door. He gingerly removed the powder horn and stuffed it in his pocket. "Come over here and punch that in." Mir pushed the marine's hand against the palm reader on the vault.

[Lighthawk]

Lot
0005

The elevator doors close, and Lot is carried downward for a few moments. When the doors reopen, there is a short hall, at the end of which is a ornate looking sword mounted on the wall.

Mir
0034

" Ewww," Solaria whines, edging over reluctantly. She quickly taps in the code and then backs away. There is a hiss of air, and a heavy clang as the vault locks snap open. The door swings open, and behind it is another room. A quick glance reveals the entire five by five meter space to be a heavy lift, sitting upon which is a Sentinel.