!4R91sg9LEA 04/17/12(Tue)00:21 No.18747932|
rolled 5 = 5
The Gustav came barreling down the hall, as fast as it dared, tugging its cargo behind in a tow container. A few jeeps flanked it, and they head to the elevator.
"Good," one remarked, "the Gordos is still there, no sign of the enemy."
They all pulled into the elevator platform. "Janus, you ready to depart?"
["Sha,"] came a slurred voice, ["I wanna*hic wanna ga hahm."]
"God damnit, Jannus! You were drinking now?"
["Shaddup, I can*hic* dri-drink if I wananana."]
The man smacked his head. "Whatever, just get on the platform!"
They all made their way on, the jeeps fitting between the zoids. One came to a more abrupt halt.
"Hm?" he looked around, seeing nothing.
"What is it?" a passenger asked.
"Nothing, could have sworn I bumped into something."
"Raise the elevator!" The machines began pulling the platform up slowly. After around ten minutes, the ceiling above came into view, and bay doors opened up, allowing in moonlight. Soon the elevator halted, and they all slowly but surely departed.
They're advance soon halted, though as they caught sight of something ahead.
"Zoid dead ahead! It's a Stealth Viper!"
"Janus, engage!" one ordered, seeming to haven taken charge of the group. "We'll circle around and flank it."
The Gordos responded by aiming its beam cannons...and blowing up his jeep. Panicked screams filled the group, as the Gordos lit up one jeep after the next.
The surviving members look up at the zoid in horor, as its speakers crackle to life.
["Gentleman,"] you say rather coyly, ["I never was on your side."]