Into the Black, Part II: Game On

[bring_a_sponge]

The questions eventually die down. Everyone has what they need. Zed can still see the Door.

It's Time.

Zed leads the group across the Bar and puts a hand on the Door as he turns to look at them. When he gets their collective nod, he drops his hand down to the door knob and waits as they take defensive positions.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill unholsters his gun and holds it at the ready. "Ray, I sure hope this shield thingy of your's works, I got a trip planned to London soon that I need to be alive for." He turns off the weapons safety and waits for the door to be opened.

[gone_byebye]

"I tested these things by wearing them and having people punch me, kick me, throw things at me, and otherwise attack me in as many ways as they could manage without invoking the laser kaboom portion of the package," says Ray. "They work. You'll be good. Jedi's honor."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Oracle does a final equipment check. She's wearing a kevlar-weave body-suit. It's not really any better protection than the shields Ray has provided, but it's familiar. She reaches down and tightens the straps at her ankles, knees, and thighs that keep her legs bound together in unlikely event that she loses her chair.

Her screens flash through their diagnostics and flash green. She gives Zed a nod.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph, looking sleek and determined, gives Oracle a thumbs-up just before pulling her mask down.

Not quite in time to hide the wide smile that she's been trying to keep back, but well, she tried.

THIS IS GONNA BE SO AWESOME.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan adjusts the new equipment, placing the Holtzmann Shield generator above his own (currently empty) holster. The communications bud is pressed in his ear, and the volume dialled down to a more comfortable level.

He gives Zed a stiff nod, looking grim. He's ready. Getting out of the Bar can only make him relax now.

He then turns to assist Suzi with anything she needs.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

She turns around so that he can check to make sure all the buckles on her armor are tightened, and for help working the communications bud. Then she takes up a position just behind Ryan because she's following him.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

Cue the Bunny!

Wrapped in, er, some sort of black material. Is that nomex? Why would someone make a suit of fireproof material for a Rabbit? Don't ask, it's canon. Including the smoked glass goggles, to keep his vision safe.

He lights his cigar from the pilot light on his flamethrower, and smiles.

"Let's do this shit."

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Matrix is there, standing not too far from the door.

He pulls out a rather large looking pistol, which probably looks something more like a small SMG than anything.

"Gun, command line: Incendiary ammo."

He was ready.

[mendanddefend_archive]

So is Bob.

"Let's do it."

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo does a last minute check on his backpack and gun. He's carrying some C4 (best choice considering all the fire they're going to be around) and remote detonators as well as a set of tools. Never know what you're gonna need to break into and possibly hack an alternate universe mech.

...he hopes that it speaks a language he knows. Huh.

"Burn that bridge when you get to it," he mutters to himself. "Ready to rock!" That part is loud enough for Zed to hear.

[gone_byebye]

Ray's been thinking about this for a long time, and he's tested a few things, and tried a few things, and found out the hard way that some things just aren't going to work. Translation: if he can't wear a Shield, he's going to have to move a lot more quickly than he can manage with the proton pack on. A Force-capable Jedi would be all right with pack and 'saber, but Ray.... no.

Oh, well. Peter can deliver the hot buttered protons. Ray? He's got his jumpsuit, his PKE meter, and his goggles ready to go. He's got his Holtzmann belt strapped on, but it's switched off and will stay that way unless he gets disarmed somehow. The 'saber makes the sound traditionally described as snap-hiss as the green blade springs into life.

... ignore the fact that it's strapped to his wrist with a lanyard.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he had the protons all right. Like Winston once said, they got the tools and the talent. And then some. Old Betsy was ready to go on another mission.

The lanyard on the saber got some eyeing, but he wasn't going to ask Ray about it now.

Through the Door

[bring_a_sponge]

For a moment, Zed considers opening the Door just slightly, then decides the hell with it. It’s time to get this thing started, and every instinct is telling him the room beyond is going to be the one he expects it to be and empty as well.

So he turns the knob, and whips open the Door, grabbing it before it can slam against the wall of the bar.

That oughta wake everyone up.

It’s the armory all right. And it does look empty.

Empty of people and Oil, that is. Because otherwise, this room is packed with all kinds of weird and wondrous alien devices. Most of them look dangerous, all of them look very shiny. But the room also feels a little stale, as if no one ever really comes here much. The only sounds are a gentle hum from a ventilation system, and a deeper, rumbling hum, as of some great machine spinning at high speed some distance away.

Zed slips inside and steps back, flat against the wall, clearing space for others to follow while he scans the room.

Re: Through the Door

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill steps in carefully, scanning as well. He still has his weapon up but the muzzle is starting to dip as he stares around at all the wierd crap. "Damn Zed, been on Santa's 'good list' or what?"

Re: Through the Door

[gone_byebye]

Ray slips into the room with wide, wide eyes, 'saber at the ready. The room is CHOCK FULL OF SHINY, OH GOD, THE SHINY, THAT'S SO FREAKING COOL-

Wait.

What the-

"Hey! I remember these!" Ray says brightly, grabbing something constructed of glass-like tubing through which flow four or five different colors of thick fluid. "They made me ramp the signal strength up by four hundred per cent as a demonstration of practical dimensional cross-patch capability!"

Re: Through the Door

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan checks the room before stepping through the Door. The effect of this Earth's moon is almost immediate as he feels the pressure that's been building in him for the past few days begin to dissipate. This is much better, and he demonstrates by actually smiling a moment before he critically eyes the weapons available.

He checks the air to help him find the conventional firearms he's used to by the gun oil scent, one of the few that's familiar here. He selects a SIG P226 and loads it with tracer rounds before sliding it into his empty holster. He also grabs extra clips, both of tracer and explosive.

He checks on Suzi before looking over to the man in charge. "What would you recommend, Zed?" he asks, gesturing to her as well as himself.

Re: Through the Door

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo is immediately next to what looks like a personal cloaking device. If you were eight feel tall, you might even be able to wear it.

There's also a rack of funny little cylinders. He picks one up to peer at it.

Re: Through the Door

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

Jen ducks in and is NOT distracted by the shiny, yet; she's had too much experience on teams moving in crisis formation, so she immediately moves forward to look for other entrances, exits, and descending hordes of angry sentient crude. She looks up, because everyone else usually forgets to, searching the inventory for movement or slipping shadows.

Jen knows the Navy SEALS hand signals, just in case. Dr. Reed Richards made her learn them.

The place feels just like home; or rather, the basement of the Baxter Building.


Except there's no flying car.

Re: Through the Door

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Matrix also has a bit of the 'Ooooh, shiny' going on right now. He's trying his damnedest to keep himself from walking in and taking a look at all the cool toys.

He might be slowly leaning further in towards the door. Better say something before he actually does walk in, Bob.

Re: Through the Door

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter tensed and looked like he wanted to yell something at Zed for bringing attention to them.

He was probably one of the few people who wasn't going 'ooh shiny.' Some devices were ok, but he was more concerned about getting where they needed to go, and take the oily mother OUT.

As much as he hated having to go anywhere near the stuff again. The oil wasn't here, but he felt uncomfortable and tense anyway.

Re: Through the Door

[livewithrats.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, Krycek has an absolutely reckless attitude.

He's already dead, what's the worst that could happen?

He steps through without looking back.

Re: Through the Door

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy steps through, and her eyes widen instantly.

"Wow..."

She starts to meander towards the weapons racks, taking everything in. This is the girl who couldn't leave well enough alone in a rustic woodland cottage, so the chances of her keeping her hands to herself are slim to none in this curiosity-rich environment.

She pauses by some seemingly unprotected blue ooze that is glooping up and down lava lamp-style above a circular metal plate. It's quite hypnotic. Attention well and truly captured, the Fable unthinkingly extends a finger to poke at it.

Gearing up

[bring_a_sponge]

It occurs to Zed that letting Milliways patrons run loose in this room might be more dangerous for the Universe than the goddamn Oil in the first place. Better to get them distracted from the really dangerous stuff and focused on the high explosives and devastating pulse- and plasma-weapons instead.

With that in mind, he starts opening cabinets, revealing rack after rack of incredibly sleek looking guns and grenade-like objects of all shapes and sizes.

“All right, people, Grab everything you can safely carry. Safely, dammit. Or at least don’t stand close to me.”

He’s going to regret this, he knows it. But at least that goddamn Black Oil is going to regret it a hell of a lot sooner.

He heads over to the Door leading to the hallway and gets ready to split the group into their teams.

Re: Gearing up

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill holsters his own gun and starts to look around. There is a very large, dangerous looking gun sitting in the case and he whistles. "Damn, this'll blow out the side of a barn." It's too bulky though so he passes and finds something more his size, and that he'll be certain he knows which way to point it.

He finds what seems to be a very fancy rifle, another side arm and a grenade. He sure learned his lesson LAST time on passing on the opportunity to bring one along. Infact, he grabs a few. He picks up some clips for the guns he's chosen and looks around at the others, feeling pretty set. As a last minute thought/whim he grabs the tiny gun sitting on a rack and tucks it into his shirt pocket.

Parting of the ways

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed takes a quick look out into the hallway. All clear. He closes the door again, and turns to face the group.

“All right, here we go. Team Omega, keep sharp. They may have patrols on this level. And even if they don’t, once the shooting starts, anything could happen.”

“Team Delta, you’re heading right. Straight down the hall until you reach the stairs. Rest of the way is easy. Hell, blow a goddamn hole in the ceiling if you need to. Just get Maxwell to that mech.”

“And, all of you, good luck.”

“OK, Team Alpha, with me. We’re heading left.”