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11/8/2015 3:58:24 PM
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The VOSTOK team had already shifted position to watch their crate go. Their best bet was to expose themselves to the ship's ranking authority and explain their presence.
They head for the bridge, via the air ducts.
[spoiler]Note: these guys are from 1985, but it's Metal Gear Solid-level 1985.[/spoiler]
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[b]The air ducts are sealed for purging. The sections close one by one, blades shutting off each part of the vents. And then, one by one, blades re-open to let a torrent of flames into the conduits.[/b]
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Team VOSTOK smashes open a vent cover as the purge system starts up, tumbling into a maintenance closet. Sergei, chest covered in a partial-body cast, winces in drug-dulled pain, but manages to draw a shock baton. [i]Come on. We're not here to fight these people. But they don't know that.[/i]
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[spoiler]he says, after laughing in their face, shooting gas at them and all.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He's got an odd sense of humor, and he only activated the contingency after his ribs were mushed. He was going to explain, but, as always, Imperials aren't patient people.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]they aren't patient especially when you LAUGH IN THEIR FACE.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I know, I know. But that's why they're going to talk to the reasonable people on the ship's bridge.[/spoiler] Team VOSTOK stuffed their weapons and gear into a crate inside the supply closet and headed for the bridge, with Sergei in the lead. [i]Major, if I may ask, why did you laugh at them?[/i] [b]I'm not really sure. Probably because they were trying to kill me over a chicken sandwich.[/b] [i]That is... understandable, sir.[/i] They reach the bridge and knock on the bulkhead door.
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[b]they were arrested halfway to the bridge. Walking through the ship like idiots wasn't the best idea. Especially since they had his face on record. They were dragged to the bridge.[/b] "Hey look, if it isn't the sexist pig." [b]there was the woman from earlier. The Tempestor Prime.[/b] "I don't even want to see your face. Like an idiot you tried walking into here." [b]she scoffs.[/b] "Have them executed. Use their bodies for target practice."
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Team VOSTOK shrugs as a whole, and Sergei stepped slightly forward. [i]I'm not quite sure what you mean by my being "sexist", madam. Could you please explain?[/i]
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"I don't need to explain myself. This is what we do to stowaways." [b]she draws her laspistol and fires right between his eyes, frying his brain to a crisp.[/b]
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The lasbolt bounces softly off of an invisible barrier inches away from Sergei's face. He wags his finger in disappointment. [i]Ah, ah, ahh! No touching, please.[/i]
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[b]She grabs him by the neck and crushes it to a bloody pulp.[/b]
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Her hand bounces off the same barrier, and an intense shock rattles down through the Tempestor's armor. The air gains a scent of ozone. [i]You see, madam, we are soldiers of Spetzgruppe Psiona. I'm sure you can guess what that means.[/i] He waved his hand in a gesture of dismissal. [i]We were sent here to help you, as you might think. One of your Generals met with our command staff. If you wish, one of your "psykers" may examine us. But this barrier remains up until you stop trying to kill me and my men.[/i]
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"I give you two choices. Either you walk out of the airlock yourself, or I'll push you through it."
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Sergei nods contemplatively. [i]I'm afraid I can't agree to either of those propositions. My men have no space suits for such a task. It's so odd, how you're trying to kill me over a sandwich...[/i]
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[spoiler]you're really trying my patience, you know.[/spoiler] "How about you go die? Seriously. I can't stand you." [spoiler]please, please, fuсk off before I have an aneurysm and I give up on the whole plot.[/spoiler]
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Sergei nods and snaps his fingers. Team VOSTOK teleports off the bridge and disappears into the massive ship. Hunting them down would take far too much time, and the Tempestor was obviously annoyed. [i]That went badly, Sergei. We need to lay low.[/i] [b]Agreed. We'll stay out of sight until we land.[/b] [spoiler]Withdrawing until next part of plot. Sorry for the brain aneurism. Do you need an ice pack? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I need you to fuсk off. Seriously. Now I understand what BJ was talking about. You're probably the most annoying person on the internet.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Uhhh. Ok? Sorry to bother you. But you literally tried to kill an entire group of my dudes over a chicken sandwich. It's a little ridiculous. But if you're annoyed, and need me gone, that's ok. Like I said, I'm withdrawing until the next plot comes up. I have stuff to attend to. I do sincerely apologize for being a bother my good man/woman/sentient fern. I really do.[/spoiler]
