!!oRzT9pO4Q3p 12/07/10(Tue)00:23 No.13059936|
The high-pitched whine of plasma discharges suffuse the surrounding laboratories as the fighting, whatever its form, draws closer. The guards, footing restored after the momentary disorientation, redirect their attention to the exit as they form up in an orderly fashion.
"Sir," one of them announces, operating a similar communication device to the commander's. "Laboratories two, three and five report containment breaches. The last hit took out power to the-"
The organic's words are cut short as a shriek of rent metal interjects, the far bulkhead buckling beneath an enormous weight as a new creature bursts into the chamber. It's massive, easily towering over the assembled guards and technicians, each of its four arms ending in jagged, scythe-like growths. Thick ropes of drool hang from its slavering maw, flecks of spittle flying as it lets loose a howl of rage!
The guards maintain their ground and begin to fire at the beast, but their shots seem to do little to discourage the ensuing bull rush as it slams into the ranked soldiers. Cobalt blood spatters its dark carapace as its soon among them, rending bodies limb from limb.
The Shas'o shouts a challenge, unloading round after round from his sidearm into the beast, but is snapped in half by its fangs for his efforts.
Your captors' attention, understandably, is off of you for the time being and an analysis of the resin compound indicates that it was damaged in the fall. You have a very good chance of escaping its confines.
Declare an action and roll 1d100.