[Game Thread] Wherein Everything Goes Kablooey

[Caput]

The ormu adjust it's kimono. Guess it must be a girl.

She waves with her free hand. "Hello people. Whatcha doin' down here?"

She sounds pretty spaced out.

[MCP]

 

Well dangit. Sennesel gives the squeeze a try, but if he can't get through with his items he decides to turn back and try another idea.

[Fragmaster01]

 

Oomph. Well, you squeeze through all right, though you'd prefer not to do that again. Your lunch already feels less settled.
There's a ramp up to the first level of tunnels here, though it's going the wrong direction. Doesn't look very stable either... The hallway continues in the same direction as before, hopefully going in the general direction of the docks will actually let you get in.

OOC Take 10+7 Escape Artist(vs DC15)

[hobocommando]

 

Following Jup into the ever descending vents What? you mean this? Ha! It's nothing. I've been hurt worse in basic.......ouch..... What the......Oi! Identify yourself!

[Caput]

 

"Why? You identify yourself!"
The ormu points accusingly, bottom lip sticking out like a grumpy little girl.

[MCP]

 

Squeezing this way and that, the Selaani makes his way toward (hopefully) an escape shuttle and freedom. Or an unattended personal craft. You know, whichever is most easily accessed.

[Fragmaster01]

 

And off you go! Gotta keep moving, silly station falling apart on you... T-intersection. Great, left or right...
Well, that question's answered. There's an Alak, a Terran, and an Ormu talking with each other about 20-30 feet to the right. They get a good look at you(white fur bad for sneaking, it seems).

Klikam, Jup, Sunshine: Your interrogation demands fall short when another person rounds the bend, this time a Selaani, carrying what seems to be a large amount of stuff in a backpack.
The spoiler tags go away. You are saddened by the inability to write pithy sayings on your spoiler buttons.

[hobocommando]

Clearly upset because of the spoiler tags going away. Klikam found himself witty. However, Klikam slaps his forehead and replies to the Ormu Well maybe because I don't know you. I'm Klikam Gartusk and this is my friend. I had no intention of being rude. How did you guys find yourself down here?

[MCP]

Unholstering and leveling his weapon at the newcomers until determining that they have no death-dealing weapons leveled at him, the snowy-furred Selaani clutches his backpack in his middle set of arms and keeps himself aloft with his rear and uppermost left arm.

[The Smarter Pie]

...and this is my friend This Terran sticks a thumb towards his chest It's Jup. When he spots the Selaani in his peripheral he gets worried Just how many people are walking around down here? If it gets crowded we'll be trapped...again...

[hobocommando]

Slow down there turbo. Klikam says to the aggravated Selaani. I don't think fighting is going to solve anything. You're right Jup. Look, I'm sure you all are trying for the same thing. Safety. If we can work together then we can get out of here. Maybe even alive, and from the sound of things. We don't have much time.

[Caput]

The ormu's arms spread apart and she(?) opens her hands and reaches out with her mind. "This is Nice Happy Time, silly. Guns aren't for Nice Happy Time."

OOC Cast charm person on Mr. Gunwaver. This could be the beginning of a terrible habit.

[MCP]

Dice Will save:

1d20+1

(16)+1

Total = 17

Regardless of losing his save or not, the Selaani holsters the weapon and plonks the backpack he's holding down to root through it for something. "I'm Sennesel. I guess you're not those humans waving their plasma rifles about. Let me see if the extranet has anything about what's going on if a signal can reach this far." He speaks with a slight lisp, one that makes every few long S sound more of a "sch" noise.

[Fragmaster01]

The Computer Speaks Scanning... scanning... One connection found. Strength |*|_|_|_|_| Connecting... connecting... Connection timed out. Please check your connection settings, or contact your network administrator.

[MCP]

A low "tsst" noise of consternation between his teeth. Unperturbed, as he expected there to be no real signal this far into the ducts, the lazy-eyed Selaani addresses the others as if he's known them for hours instead of seconds. "Okay, I'm going to find my way to the hangar. Probably find an unused shuttle and get off this station before it decompresses entirely. You should come, Humans with guns on upper levels." His network administrator can't help him anymore. This is something he's going to have to do himself.