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Phase 4 - The Mastermind Behind it All?
Hal9000 had been defeated, but it isn't quite over yet. After the injured had been healed and Jaime Reyes had stopped blanking out, after they'd regrouped and got their stuff together, it was time to move on. Engineering and Neuropathy had yielded nothing fruitful.
They could, of course, just blow the ship to hell by messing with the engines, but that really didn't benefit them and they were already dead in space right now, the ship stopped in some random dimension. Neuropathy was locked down.
No, they had to make it to the bridge.
And this was one of the places on the way, a wide open area, sort of like a courtyard with something like a open-air cafe. A section tucked away was more like a lounge area, with a viewing window, like the one in Obs.
Here, someone was waiting for them, someone that had watched their every move.
He's not a very nice man. In fact...maybe they don't even have to go to the bridge. Maybe the one in control of it has come out to meet them.
[ooc: The old threads are still open, obvsly, but I'm trying to get everything up to keep things moving along.]
They could, of course, just blow the ship to hell by messing with the engines, but that really didn't benefit them and they were already dead in space right now, the ship stopped in some random dimension. Neuropathy was locked down.
No, they had to make it to the bridge.
And this was one of the places on the way, a wide open area, sort of like a courtyard with something like a open-air cafe. A section tucked away was more like a lounge area, with a viewing window, like the one in Obs.
Here, someone was waiting for them, someone that had watched their every move.
He's not a very nice man. In fact...maybe they don't even have to go to the bridge. Maybe the one in control of it has come out to meet them.
[ooc: The old threads are still open, obvsly, but I'm trying to get everything up to keep things moving along.]
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People intruding on his private conversations. Why he oughta.
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Not that it matters anymore now.
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"Or he was just trying to screw with our heads."
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"That's my vote."
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"ANYWAY Zuko, find anything?"
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His eyes water as the intense alcohol content of the scotch goes straight from his sinuses to his brain.
"Alcohol of some kind," he says, re-corking the bottle. "There's bottle after bottle of it."
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"He has a lot of different types, but they all smell like alcohol," he says, after uncorking a few. "You would think a few of them would be bombs or something-"
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...well, he was a ninja.
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"Scotch, vodka, rum, none of it synthehol," he mused. "The vodka can be used to sterilize medical equipment, depending, of course, on how much medical equipment he actually has." He stopped, however, at finding a bottle of wine. It was nothing special at first glance, until he looked at the bottle.
"Chateau de Picard, 2361," he read aloud. "This is from my family's vineyard."
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"Brainy, right? I'm going to check this Luthor's ordnance and see if we can re-arm some of the people low on ammo. You wouldn't happen to have found an inventory in his files, would you?"
She kept her tone light, almost casual, making it immediately known that she had no part in the argument. Wanted no part in the argument. And was here only to get the job done.
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The screens all blip with loads of information.
"And...we're in."
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"If I can get that inventory list uploaded to my datapad, I'll see to re-arming everyone. Tell me you got something good."