comic
Previously turnt3chGodh34d
With the marines now armed and ready for blood, Freid had them hold at the elevator, taking positions around it in the event anything came down, a couple of them giving JULIAN curious glances - though their curiosity could have easily been mistaken for nervousness. Lorens collected a discarded plasma pistol as they went along down the other hall.
“This is it,” Lorens said as they reached the door.
“You’re sure? How do you know?” Keyes asked.
“This isn’t the first Banished jail I’ve broken out of... sir.”
The captain gave a nod as he glanced toward the heroes around him. “Might be more than a couple grunts in there. Keep your guard up. Copen, take point.”
Jacob paused, remembering they weren’t soldiers. He couldn’t expect them to follow his orders just like that. “You’re the fastest. If they’re ready, you can draw their fire so the rest of us can storm them,” he added to provide some logic to his election.
Regardless of who actually went in first, upon the motion-sensitive door sliding open, they’d be greeted with a wide rectangular room, large slabs of fur-coated shallow basins lined along the walls and scattered a little haphazardly in the middle. Beds, if one had to guess, and they were too large to be made for any alien other than the brutes. Their barracks reeked of the jiralhanae odor, and at the end of the room, parallel to the door, was another like it, though slightly smaller and les obvious. The room took on a vague L-shape, and around the bend to the right of the room a second door could be found, more ornate than those encountered previously, indicating it held a higher importance.
The only enemies within the room were the two grunts from before who’d fled. They were cowering behind one of the brute basin beds, but not very well, as their triangular packs poked up into the air, shaking as they huddled together, giving away their location.
“This is it,” Lorens said as they reached the door.
“You’re sure? How do you know?” Keyes asked.
“This isn’t the first Banished jail I’ve broken out of... sir.”
The captain gave a nod as he glanced toward the heroes around him. “Might be more than a couple grunts in there. Keep your guard up. Copen, take point.”
Jacob paused, remembering they weren’t soldiers. He couldn’t expect them to follow his orders just like that. “You’re the fastest. If they’re ready, you can draw their fire so the rest of us can storm them,” he added to provide some logic to his election.
Regardless of who actually went in first, upon the motion-sensitive door sliding open, they’d be greeted with a wide rectangular room, large slabs of fur-coated shallow basins lined along the walls and scattered a little haphazardly in the middle. Beds, if one had to guess, and they were too large to be made for any alien other than the brutes. Their barracks reeked of the jiralhanae odor, and at the end of the room, parallel to the door, was another like it, though slightly smaller and les obvious. The room took on a vague L-shape, and around the bend to the right of the room a second door could be found, more ornate than those encountered previously, indicating it held a higher importance.
The only enemies within the room were the two grunts from before who’d fled. They were cowering behind one of the brute basin beds, but not very well, as their triangular packs poked up into the air, shaking as they huddled together, giving away their location.
[Players have unlocked the ability to auto the GRUNT CONSCRIPT enemy]
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