- May 3, 2019
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Griff nods, and moves with Potter, but staying clear of any back-blast from the rocket. Griff grips his rifle tight to provide some suppressive fire.
Griff feels the floor collapse in on itself as the bedroom he's been thrown into comes apart from the blast.
He falls and bracing himself for impact finds himself suddenly under water struggling for breath though it cools the burns on his face.
The water is cloudy from the debris but can still make out the surface from where he is
OOC: 4 Health lost, down to 2HP
"I told those dumb shits looking for survivors first was a bad idea," mutters Raúl. "Hmm...I seem to see a long metal walkway with steaming vats of green liquid down there. Fuck that, I'm not breaking my legs jumping down there. Scheherazade's it is." I unlimber my flamethrower and kick the double doors open, ready to kill anything that looks hostile. If there are no enemies to kill, I'll carefully inspect the interior to see what's what.Raúl straightens himself in the lobby from where he can now see the entire corridor has fallen in, taking many of the guest rooms that lined it with it.
The smoke and debris are quite heavy, though he can make out that the lower floor has four rooms. Only the one closest to him is visible. A long metal walkway with steaming vats of green liquid flanking it. Jumping down would risk breaking his legs, but might be possible.
The lobby itself contains two elevators, as well as a large set of lacquer green double doors with Scheherazade's Tales, El cuento mil y dos de Scheherazade and names in some other languages he can't read on a plaque outside.
His back is bruised and aching, but he feels he can carry on.
OOC: 5HP lost, down to 7HP
If there's anything I can use to secure the door through which I came, I'll use it. Then I'll sniff at the cocktails to see if they seem in any way abnormal. I will neither touch nor imbibe the liquid. Then I'll kick open the rear door with my flamethrower ready to spurt holy hell on anything unfriendly.As Raúl kicks open the doors he is greeted by Syrian music coming through damaged speakers.
The lounge itself is completely intact. There is a bar on the left as he enters with two untouched cocktails still on the counter. The rest of the lounge is mostly several low tables with pillows and carpets strewn around them for seating. Arabic writing adorns the walls. There also seems to be a door at the back with a sweet apple like smell coming from it. He can't see much through the back door's circular window.
First I turn off the stove. Then I switch to my rifle, the barrel of which I use to prod the man, keeping it turned on him with my finger ready to pull the trigger if he so much as breathes funny. “Wake up, sleepy bones,” I say. “If you’re psionic and any of those monsters come this way, I’m putting a dozen rounds through your brain.”Raúl kicks open the door into what seems to be a small kitchen. Pots and pans hang all over the cramped room which could barely fit four people. One pot is brewing with a tea kettle beside it on an electric stove, the sweet apple smell is clearly coming from it.
However the more unusual feature is a single man sitting in a meditative pose in the middle of the kitchen. Late 20s Raúl would guess, dark hair, Italian looking. He's wearing only a pair of red shorts.
He doesn't react to Raúl's intrusion.
"Escúchame, cabrón, and listen good. You have three chances to tell me who you were talking to and why you were smirking, and the first two don't count. I've got a license to kill and I've already got enough evidence that you psionic creeps are part of the problem aboard this ship, so you'd better give me a good reason not to solve that problem right now with my .950 caliber solution. Speak now!"The man opens his eyes slowly as if in a daze, smirking slightly...
"You back so..."
Then he becomes acutely aware that a stranger stands over him with a gun. He falls back onto his ass and crawls up against the cabinets.
"I...I'm psionic man...but I..." he looks Raúl up and down "..fuck are you military? Look don't put a bullet in my skull please!"
I blow his brains out."Okay look, I've been here..." he begins, but Raúl smells the trace of ozone that often precedes a psionic attack....
OOC: You won the initiative quick draw, so react as you wish