Ep. 1 - Castled - (Closed)
Aug 25, 2014 23:46:25 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 23:46:25 GMT -5
::Easy does it, Wash.:: Rook's tone was calm, even, in distinct contrast to the almost airy one he was using with Breakdown. ::Nothing's changed. Mission's the same. We just have some extra firepower, is all.::
This would be the absolute worst time for anyone to lose their tempers. Any outburst was all too likely to end up with them all found, the mission gone to pot, and MECH vanishing again with whoever, or whatever, they had in the guts of their base. So, while inside he was running around in circles shrieking like a frightened bit of fowl, he kept what-all of his field he couldn't hide as smooth as his voice.
Until the 'Con lifted his foot. "Whoa! Whoawhoawhoa." Despite his every desire not to close in with a mech that size, particularly not without the element of surprise, Rook stepped forward, over Wash's avatar and between it and Breakdown. He was infinitely aware that it would put him within easy range of just about anything unpleasant the big mech might want to manually do to him; he was, however, infinitely unaware of what kind of feedback, if any, Wash could receive through the avatar. "Let's all cool down here, right? I'm sure you're well aware of the concept of a double agent." His tone became polite, almost pained. "Please don't step on my guide."
Rook latched onto Wash's suggestion. Like giving Raf a bit of tech, or Miko something to blow up, everyone always had a pacifier, something they could gnaw on when you wanted them distracted. For the big guy, apparently, that would be MECH. Or rather more specifically, violence on MECH.
"How about we do this both ways?" He turned to point towards the vehicular approach. "You give me 60 seconds, local. Then you make as much noise in that approach as you want. Without getting scrapped, or captured. If everything goes even remotely close to plan, I'll meet you halfway with whoever I find down there."
Rook wouldn't have offered so much if he hadn't had preemptive intel on the place. He had been counting on slipping his way through hallways and rooms that had to be big enough to accommodate whatever prisoners had been dragged in. He could, however, run those hallways just as well as he could ghost them. If he could find a good line on the lights? He could run and ghost them, and mow anyone down that happened to get in his way.
"All you have to do is hold them. Just please try not to get caught." He attempted a bit of harsh humor. "You're a little too big for me to carry out of there. Does that work for you?"
This would be the absolute worst time for anyone to lose their tempers. Any outburst was all too likely to end up with them all found, the mission gone to pot, and MECH vanishing again with whoever, or whatever, they had in the guts of their base. So, while inside he was running around in circles shrieking like a frightened bit of fowl, he kept what-all of his field he couldn't hide as smooth as his voice.
Until the 'Con lifted his foot. "Whoa! Whoawhoawhoa." Despite his every desire not to close in with a mech that size, particularly not without the element of surprise, Rook stepped forward, over Wash's avatar and between it and Breakdown. He was infinitely aware that it would put him within easy range of just about anything unpleasant the big mech might want to manually do to him; he was, however, infinitely unaware of what kind of feedback, if any, Wash could receive through the avatar. "Let's all cool down here, right? I'm sure you're well aware of the concept of a double agent." His tone became polite, almost pained. "Please don't step on my guide."
Rook latched onto Wash's suggestion. Like giving Raf a bit of tech, or Miko something to blow up, everyone always had a pacifier, something they could gnaw on when you wanted them distracted. For the big guy, apparently, that would be MECH. Or rather more specifically, violence on MECH.
"How about we do this both ways?" He turned to point towards the vehicular approach. "You give me 60 seconds, local. Then you make as much noise in that approach as you want. Without getting scrapped, or captured. If everything goes even remotely close to plan, I'll meet you halfway with whoever I find down there."
Rook wouldn't have offered so much if he hadn't had preemptive intel on the place. He had been counting on slipping his way through hallways and rooms that had to be big enough to accommodate whatever prisoners had been dragged in. He could, however, run those hallways just as well as he could ghost them. If he could find a good line on the lights? He could run and ghost them, and mow anyone down that happened to get in his way.
"All you have to do is hold them. Just please try not to get caught." He attempted a bit of harsh humor. "You're a little too big for me to carry out of there. Does that work for you?"