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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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.

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[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?"

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[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!"

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter eyed him, "How much did you get a chance to see around here anyway?"

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[gone_byebye]

"Not as much as I would've liked," Ray says absently. "Once they saw that I knew my essential principles they handed me the Pilantroids' documentation on portal stabilization and ordered the Worms to bring me as much caffeine and lunch as I needed as often as I needed it. I was a little too busy to properly gawp at the place. Hey, I think this one's gone out of alignment- or was it always like this? I don't think the rotator casing's been adjusted in a few hundred cycles, by the look of the galvanic residue here."

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

"Awww, they wouldn't let you play in their toybox with the big kids, huh?"

Peter stared at the one that Ray was talking about.

"How can you tell? It could be upside down for all we know, and no way to check for sure."

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[gone_byebye]

"What do you mean we, white man?" Ray says, peering closely at the join between two of the tubes. "Lord. Zed, does anybody here actually know how to use these, or did this just get dropped off by a tourist? Because if you need a sixfold dimensional resonator up and running by the end of the week, all you need to do is give me a Torx set and a couple of soldering tools."

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[bring_a_sponge]

Zed comes over to eyeball them. "Probably B's idea. Guy is always bringing stuff back from vacation. And if it's here, that means J was pulling some kind of a prank on him."

"...Still. Dimensional resonator..." He looks up at Ray. "We'll talk. We might be needing these sooner than I'd like to admit."

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[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.

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Suzi steps through not exactly on Ryan's heels, but not really not either. She looks at everything blankly. Expression of someone who has never shot anything, ever, in her entire life.

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[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.

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[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.

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[maxwellsdemon02]

"Looking up is always a good idea," says the short kid with a long braid. He grins the grin of someone who often attacks from above.

"You must be Jennifer, 'cause I've seen Goldy and met Steph."

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[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

She looks down and behind her, to behold...the kid. Well, whatever stealth points they had are blown, but other people seem to be whispering in the background, and no one's burned through the walls yet.

"Yes, I'm Jen," she whispers, nodding. "What are you doing here? What are you, fifteen?"

She eyes him, silently but openly speculative. Mutant? Young avatar of an ancient godlike entity? Possessor of the sacred halberd of Long Beach?

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[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo looks vaguely affronted. He was sure he looked older than that.


...okay, maybe not. Whatever.

"I'm here because I'm a Gundam pilot, and I'm probably the only one who can hack into a mech and figure out how to pilot it when a horde of MiB agents couldn't. And I'm eighteen! I think. How old are you?"

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[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"You think you're eighteen? You think?"

Suuuuure he's eighteen. More like fourteen. And what is it with kids from Milliways that don't know how old they are?

"I can pilot a Quinjet better than the Kree High Intelligence, kiddo, and that alone isn't enough to rate me for this kind of mission. I'm old enough to know that."

So Zed brought a wiseass hacker whose piloting experience probably consists of a few hours in front of Flight Simulator X.

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[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

[mendanddefend_archive]

"Matrix, no." Bob puts a hand on his shoulder (to get his attention--he doesn't stand a chance of actually holding the green sprite back). "We can't go into User-space, that's why we're staying behind."

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

The elbow of the extending hand is caught by Steph's sleek black glove.

"Come on, G. Don't you know anything about touching other people's things?"

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy frowns at the interference.

"Have you never read my fairy tale? I can't help it. It's a character flaw." The frown abates, to be replaced by a cheeky smirk. "Seriously. I have no self-control when it comes to enticing objects."

She gooses Steph's sleek-suited ass, just to prove the point.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph jumps, and then pushes her mask up over her face in order to stick her tongue out at Goldy. "Don't touch what you can't afford, either."

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy snorts.

"Since when do you charge? I thought I was the ex-whore here."