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Re: Old School
« Reply #175 on: October 20, 2014, 07:36:54 AM »
Carnige scowled as she examined the underside of the control panel.  No Screws.  It had been welded shut and ground smooth it appeared - she could find no seams, much less screwheads. The metal was tough too - her screwdriver's couldn't scratch it.

That said, the control panel was quite dirty, though two of the numbered keys were smudged more than the others.  1 and 7.  Could it be that easy?...

   
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Re: Old School
« Reply #176 on: October 20, 2014, 11:30:32 AM »
Carnegie put away the screwdriver with a scowl, she examined the dirty keys, looked at the big numbers emblazoned on the door and with a trembling finger punched in 117. She paused and looked back at the others, with a shrug, she mumbled "Not lajk we's got any better clues..." She brought her finger towards the ok button.

If anyone has any brighter ideas, feel free to stop me, otherwise I'm going for it.

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Re: Old School
« Reply #177 on: October 20, 2014, 11:36:08 AM »
A strange mechanical voice echo'ed out, with terrible voice quality - like some mechanical membrane was torn.

"Soo..y Tha.. code is incorrect.. you ha.. th.. more attempts be... urit. .......Authorized...."

   
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Re: Old School
« Reply #178 on: October 23, 2014, 09:13:06 AM »
Carnegie hesitated, but no closer than she had been before, she shrugged and typed in 711, with a look at Asha and the others for confirmation, she pressed okay once more.

val, you didn't miss before that I said I tried out all of my keys right?

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Re: Old School
« Reply #179 on: October 23, 2014, 10:02:10 AM »
The voice played again "..Ode ..Thersized."

A loud muffled whirring noise filled the room as a large electric motor engaged.  6" diameter steel bolts withdrew and there was a clicking as the door began to open outwards, revealing a yawning opening.  Faint glows of artificial light could be seen within,showing a room lined with mostly inactive electronic consoles of some type.

The air was not as musty as would be expected...


Not but messing with the wrong keys had a greater downside to playing with the code, and my response provided new info, allowing you to change your action. 
   
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Re: Old School
« Reply #180 on: October 23, 2014, 10:08:41 AM »
Asha smiled as the door opened giving Marcus a sly grin, and Carnegie a quick embrace of appreciation.  "See what patience rewards you with Marcus?  Feel free to take the lead, you're skill with an axe is better in front of us where any dangers can feel its bite."

She stepped to the side and drew her Glock, waiting for him to pass before following at Carnegie's side, "It should be safe enough for Elvis in there and his keener sense might alert us for trouble, but if you want him to wait out here I can leave some jerky and water for him." She offered, the mystery before here washing away the last vestiges of sleep from her mind.

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Re: Old School
« Reply #181 on: October 23, 2014, 11:32:53 AM »
He eyed Asha irritably, then strode forward. Temporarily considering using his shield, he decided against it, and he gripped his axe with two hands.

"Give me five minutes in there alone," he said. "Your oh-so-fancy guns ain't gonna be helpful in a close-quarters fight. I'll shout if I need you."

If it even is close-quarters, he thought to himself, for he hadn't quite examined the interior yet.

Marcus then entered the room to quickly to allow for debate, his angry feet striking the floor with the fury of a bullet.

Marcus requires a perception roll. Specificaly for enemies trying to kill him, less specifically for things he could make himself th enemy of. Also, if Carn or Asha care to yell at him or follow Marcus in, feel free.

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Re: Old School
« Reply #182 on: October 23, 2014, 09:17:10 PM »
With an amused smile she shook her head and let him enter, giving Carnegie an eye roll but deciding any attempt to deter him would be futile given his apparent lack of self preservation.

If he wishes to charge ahead and set off any traps or security measures for us, who am I to stop him?

"Is he always like this?" She quietly asked the two girls next her, leaning against the wall near the keypad and waiting to see what happened next.

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Re: Old School
« Reply #183 on: October 24, 2014, 07:38:22 AM »
Carnegie breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened. She turned to find Asha getting awfully close and she froze up, but when she realized her intentions she gladly returned the hug with a goofy smile. "Uhm, Ah shoudd probably tajk 'im wit me. Fra de looks of it, sumbody's left fra 'ere, we dunno iffin they's outside or in." She whispered and drew her own glock in response and cocked the safety off, Marcus's gruff words did hold some merit. The rifle was out of the question, but the gun was as close quarters as her expertise allowed without becoming useless in a fight.

Carnegie took up station on the opposite side of the door of Asha.
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"Is he always like this?"
"Uh..uhm." She looked nervously at Marcus's back and flushed red, hoping he hadn't heard the question. Flustered, she swallowed and shrugged helplessly. There was enough tension from their situation alone, she didn't want to see these two at eachothers throats on top of it all. Her eyes scanned the room for any danger or item of interest.

I'll also take a perception check, please.

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Re: Old School
« Reply #184 on: October 25, 2014, 06:54:55 PM »
The Exit room was T-shaped, and dimly lit.  Hallways led left and right, and straight ahead a pair of closed metal doors.  Disturbed dust showed that someone had gone both left and right, but at least a foot of the dust was intact in front of the doors.  The doors had metal grips and a slot-like opening that had small glowing red lights.  To its right was a computer terminal with small green-lit print.

An old gun of some sort hung from a turret in the ceiling, but was obviously damaged - its barrel bent.

A number of lockers were against the wall to the right, one open showing some sort of orange overalls and a strange mask.

   
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Re: Old School
« Reply #185 on: October 28, 2014, 09:41:51 PM »
Marcus eyed the room warily. He considered stealth, and was about to disregard it completely, when his eye caught sight of the gun, and he approached it, touching the crease in the metal.

I use any relevant skill I have, plus common sense, to determine if a suitably brawny barbarian could bend it back into firing shape, as well as determine the type of gun (maybe not specifics, but is it a turret? a submachine gun? An assault rifle?)

He moved away from the gun, mentally filing any information gained into another side of his mind, and approached the lockers. He wasn't exactly a computer geek. Marcus decided he'd let his allies deal with the computer if they felt like it. However, the mask looked interesting. The overalls weren't exactly his style, but he picked up the mask and looked it over, examining it for danger.

Still, toying with the mask in his hands, he returned to the doorway and poked his head out, eyeing his companions.

"Clear," he whispered, "But keep it quiet." To back up his words, he pointed to the gun with the mask in his hand. "Follow me at a distance. Keep your weapons at the ready. Anya, watch our backs, will ya? Asha, go second, your pistol's better in tight spaces then their weapons. And Carn, keep Elvis under some godd**n control."

He then slipped the mask onto his face, and turned to face the corridor ahead of them. He put his shield on his arm, and gripped his axe in his other hand. "Let's let slip the dogs of war," he muttered under his breath, a feral grin on his face beneath the mask.

Hopefully whatever bent that gun was still here.

If nobody objects, or wants to check out that computer, Marcus will take the front to tank some damage and lead us down the... right hand corridor, why not? He also requests a stealth roll

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Re: Old School
« Reply #186 on: October 29, 2014, 02:53:40 AM »
Asha nodded, holding her pistol at the low ready and giving the computer terminal a passing glance as she slowly moved past looking for any pertinent info already on the screen but deciding against using the machine given the chance of it triggering an alert of some kind of she failed to authorize herself.

She gave a backwards glance at Carnegie and Ayna shooting them a thumbs up with her left hand and letting Marcus get a good fifteenish feet in front of them, room enough for him to maneuver or fall back without tripping over them but still in easy conversation range and more than close enough for her to provide adequate covering fire should it prove necessary.

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Re: Old School
« Reply #187 on: October 29, 2014, 07:56:51 AM »
Carnegie frowned, both at Marcus's reprimand as well as his cussing. She did however crouch down to hold Elvis's collar in her left hand, smiling at Asha in response. As she passed the computer, she tried reading the green text.

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Re: Old School
« Reply #188 on: October 29, 2014, 08:22:06 AM »
Anya grumbled, the surroundings unlike anything she had experienced in Kenebac.  She had her Glock out as well, having slung her portable cannon.

As Marcus moved closer, servos came to life and the gun turret noisily rotated to point roughly in his direction, though the angle of the barrel indicated no immediate danger.  Some uneventful, slightly frustrated sounding clicks issued from the machine.


From what you've heard -many Kenebac'ers have guns- a bent barrel could potentially be fixed with enough work, but its not an easy job, and it likely never would approach its original accuracy outside of an extremely good gunsmith.  However, since some folks are using blackpowder smoothbore weapons, it could still have value.

Also, there are 3 ways forward, 2 recently traversed by something.




Carnegie noted several boxes in a corner near a blown-out terminal, one of which appeared to be an ammo case, the other shorter and flatter.  Her eyes were adjusting quickly to the gloom illuminated by the few live consoles.


Asha noted as she passed that the computer seemed to be unlocked and showed a display of recent timestamps and events.  The terminal also had a small drawer below the keyboard with a prominent keyhole.

   
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Re: Old School
« Reply #189 on: October 29, 2014, 09:16:57 AM »
Carny's heart nearly stopped when the swirling gun turret moved, she noted the barrel and breathed out. That thing would be nice to haul back, but it would have to wait. Carnegie stopped to open the crate, pocketing any compatible ammo, and anything she could modify for that matter, she offered some of it to the other women. A practised scavenger, she then took out her key-ring and tried all the janitor keys in the key-hole, meanwhile she noted the timestamps on the green glowing screen.

I'll crowbar anything that needs crowbarring if I have to. Also, are any of the timestamps recent?

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Re: Old School
« Reply #190 on: October 29, 2014, 09:59:43 AM »
Asha raised her pistol reflexively as the turret whirred to life, pausing as she noticed the barrels deformation, giving a relived smile to her companions, partially crouching as Carnegie began to sort through the boxes, gladly taking any .9mm ammo that was offered along with any compatible pistol magazines.

Noticing the dim light she reached up and carefully removed her sunglasses hoping the deepening shadows would keep the girls from noticing her less than human pupils, the world brightening to a much greater level of clarity now the dark lenses were no longer obscuring her vision.
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Re: Old School
« Reply #191 on: Yesterday at 07:21:26 PM »
The ammo case had what was expected, ammo.  2x 9mm magazines, 14 rounds hollowpoints each.  Not for Glocks though.  As well it contained a 50-round belt of 7.62 Nato FMJ. Also, a grey cylinder - most likely a grenade, but any label had been worn off.

The flat box, clearly marked with a red cross, contained a number of trauma packs and a stim pack.  Two pill bottles as well, but the light was too poor to make out the writing. A package of still sealed hyperdermic needs (12 count).


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Datestamp                                Event              ID
2193.04.24.16.11.45               *ALERT*         NA
2193.04.23.12.11.45               Egress            87012
2193.04.20.12.1¢.45               *ALERT*         NA
2193.03.11.23.00.00               Ingress           87012
2193.03.23.28.11.45               Egressssssss  87010
2193.02.15.22.01.05               Ingress           45611
2193.02.20.16.11.45               Egress            87010
2193.02.21.╔0.11.45               Egress            45611
2193.01.12.21.00.00               Ingress           86112
2184.07.23.11.11.45               Egress            45611
2181.05.11.22.00.00               Ingress           86112


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Sadly, none of Carnegie's keys fit the lock.


Asha's enhanced vision allowed her to pick out what seemed to be remains in the corner.  Stepping closer, she could see a dried corpse wearing overalls similar to those in the locker.  The front of the skull was smashed in. 
   
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Re: Old School
« Reply #192 on: Today at 02:21:11 AM »
Asha gave Carnegie a grateful smile as she passed her some of the .9mm bullets, taking a moment to top off her magazines and regard the medical supplies carefully, "Anyone here a doctor? if so they should be the one carrying this stuff, it's not of much use to those without the skills." She paused as the body in the corner caught her eye, walking over over and kneeing down next to it, her hands methodically searching pockets and belt for any weapons, I.D cards or other items of interest.
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