Announcement

[revenancenpcs]

Hello, and welcome to-

I am sorry, my resources here appear to be limited. I have been authorized to use this network in order to make announcements regarding current events on the Mother of Invention.

Currently, many of my systems remain inoperable. However, I am attempting to make the systems control portions of the ship accessible, and I would appreciate any assistance in bringing the rest of my functions online. I will be opening up a secondary training room shortly in order to provide a route to these vital areas.

Thank you for your help, and have a nice day.

Comments

[statisticallyterrible]

[Gulping down air, Chell feels time sync back up with her while the others charge in behind her. Too many of them, all together, making an easy target for--

It didn't matter. The monster wasn't her concern, or her fight. The others could worry themselves over it to their hearts' content, but she had things she needed to be getting back to.

Hoping to take advantage of their distraction, Chell slunk to her feet, sidling back again to the portal. If she could just get through one last time, she could cut them off and leave them to handle things on their own time.]

[yabigfurball]

[It was clear that the other two men were distracted, and rightfully so, dealing with the monster's attack. At least North had a spare potion available. She couldn't hear it anywhere else nearby, so it seemed to be gone...at least for now. But since the two armored people were busy, she could see that Chell was trying to make a last getaway. This had to stop now!]

[Okay, she couldn't keep using Veil of Mist since it would keep running out, and Chell would keep running. And she didn't want to use Power Slash, since even though she could use it without harming Chell, it would feel like a smack to the back of the head and that may be dangerous with them already dealing with the invisible creature. A tree wouldn't take root here long enough, and wind would do nothing...]

[But by now, she was close enough to Chell to note something important about her strange origin mirror gun: there were large hook-like appendages on the end of it! That, she could work with.]

[Ammy immediately turned back to her two Spirits that had faithfully been keeping pace, (although they looked more than fed up with it), and began barking instructions to her Wheeflower: Konohana! Quick, quick, like we've practiced! Stay here, stay rooted!]

[Konohana did as instructed, rooting to the ground and spreading her petals out wide. Ammy pulled up her canvas once more, and focused her brush on the Wheeflower. As they had practiced, she could see green holy smoke coming off her brush over the flower. She painted a line straight from Konohana to one of the large hooks on the end of Chell's special gun, and the two connected.]

[When time resumed, that painted line turned into a vine that suddenly shot out from the Wheeflower and attached itself to Chell's gun. The vine pulled taut and then snapped back, dragging with it the gun...and anything else attached to it.]

sorry to break order, just figured this made more sense

[statisticallyterrible]

[Another twinge of furious terror swung up as Chell jerked backwards unexpectedly, before she saw the creeper that had latched onto her gun, dragging her back towards a Spirit.

Again, the how or why didn't reign as the most important, only the fact that she was caught and only action would get her out. There was only one thing to be done for it.

The portal device whipped all the way back on the vine as Chell let go of it, and bolted for the portal still on the wall.]

[spaceracist]

[Keeping himself on high alert, Emile takes the offered Potion (possibly the most blatant use of magic in this place, but he's sure not complaining) and tries to reorient himself and get back to the main databanks to protect FILSS. Hopefully he wouldn't smack into Chell on the way, though he was going to have to sit down with her and have a talk about Why We Don't Mess With Life Support at some point. Inasmuch as she would talk, anyway.]

[brodakota]

[North looked around, trying to find her on his trackers, along with anyone in the area.

Looks like she's determined to keep going.

[yabigfurball]

[Ammy had been hoping that this would finally bring Chell to a stop, but...well, she kept on going even deprived of the origin mirror gun. She let out an exasperated sigh. This was beyond ridiculous!]

[At least she couldn't do any more of this hopping through walls. Of course, that left her with the weapon itself, still attached to the vine that Konohana had produced. The Spirit looked up at her with confusion, as if asking what to do now. She'd done as asked, right?]

[Ammy nodded, and pulled out a treat to give to Konohana as the vine faded. It wouldn't do good to just leave the gun here, so Ammy carefully picked it up in her teeth by one end, figuring it'd be bad to have it accidentally fire while holding it like this. Once she had a secure enough grip on it, she trotted after Emile and North.]

[spaceracist]

[Well, what do you know? The wolf came back with a treat. Emile gave her a nod and tried to focus on the damages areas.]

FILSS? Everything okay on your end? Tell me what I can fix.

[statisticallyterrible]

[The outcome wasn't ideal--really, the whole endeavor was a disaster, but if that was enough to put Chell off of trying, she wouldn't be around anymore. No more portal gun means no more easy escapes, but she can still try for as much damage as possible. All she has to do is find another good spot where she can keep going at this FILSS.]

[brodakota]

[It's one thing for the wolf to come back with the portal gun, and another for her to come back without Chell. Which makes North nervous on a number of levels.]

I'm going to go look for her.

[yabigfurball]

[Ammy glances between the two. She doesn't want any of them to split up...if the invisible thing comes back, then anyone left alone is going to be in great danger. And there is still the issue of Chell possibly doing something dangerous. She carefully puts down the origin-mirror weapon, and turns to go with North.]

[spaceracist]

[Emile, unhappy at the lack of response by FILSS, picks up the portal gun and looks over at it carefully. Too bad he didn't see which portal Chell had gone through last or he could put the opposite one here. But he hangs onto the gun for the time being.]

Let's all go. Ain't safe to split up.

[...considering how much blood is all over his suit, it's an accurate assessment, but Emile seems to be ignoring it.]

[statisticallyterrible]

[As reckless as she might be in this moment, Chell had still heard the warnings about the life support being a risk: with only one exit, she'd need to see how much damage she could do around the main deck.

She went back about her silent rampage, prying loose and scrambling whatever panels and wires she could get her hands on. Without the portal device, her odds of avoiding the others went down by a lot, but she still knew how to be fast and quiet.]

[brodakota]

[North nods, grateful for the help.]

That's a good point. Thanks.

I'm not really sure where to start looking though. It's a big ship.

[yabigfurball]

[Okay, at least they were sticking together. They really needed to do something about those injuries, though.]

[Ammy ran over and nodded towards the portal that was still open, indicating they should go through it after her. Obviously this was the way she'd gotten out, and she couldn't use the gun again now that they had it. Even if she had some distance ahead of them now, Ammy figured she could sniff Chell out well enough. It was easier to distinguish one person's smell against all this uniform machine-smelling stuff, anyway.]

[spaceracist]

[Emile could really use a health pack about now, but he'd had worse before with a longer way to medical help, and that was without those handy potions. He could ignore it for a while longer.

He nodded at the wolf and went through.]

Can you tell which way she went? She accidentally opens an airlock or something and we're all fucked.

[brodakota]

Far as I can remember, most of the air lock controls were labelled, so hopefully she's paying attention that at least.

[He paused.]

Maybe we should head back the way we came, and see if anything comes up on the trackers.