Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150721115811/@comment-24306135-20150811152038

NegativeZero.0 wrote: (Sauron: While the boarding and all is fine, the darkbringer has not had enough time yet to extract the plot device from Arxus's mind. So, you might want to give him a little more time to do so. Also, on a ship full of cultists, a lone guardian wont last long in one spot. So, to solve both problems, we could have Sauron get lost in the corridors while avoiding a large group of cultists, therefore giving the darkbringer enough time to take what he needs before Sauron finds Arxus and gets them both out of there.) (That was pretty much already my plan, except for the avoiding. After all, Exo were originally built to supress revolts....)

(Good to see we think alike. Now for this.)

The first few cultists who approached the jumpship found nothing, even as localized alarms blared.

The one who touched the door exploded into bloody fragments as a shotgun blast threw him backward.

The first one to bring up his gun to shoot the armored figure racing toward him had his throat crushed in one hand as his body was used as a shield against his comrade's bullets.

The rest were similarly shot, stabbed, disembowled, bayoneted, and in one ugly case, used as a club to crush his fellows' skulls.

Sauron walked slowly out of the hangar, shotgun at his hip and blood spattered across every inch of his armor.



"Shut up."



"Because I need to use my ears, you stupid lightbulb."

The next cultist to enter the corridor leading away from the hangar was ripped apart by Sauron's bare hands, with a grenade shoved in his pocket. The pieces were hurled back at the squad at the corridor's end, who barely had time to scream before they were incinerated. The one who jumped him from the elevator hatch had his spine snapped, and was simply left to drag his useless lower half as far away as he could.

"How many decks up is Arxus?"



"Good. More to enjoy."



"What floor are we on, according to plans for this class?"



Sauron got off the elevator, noting the quiet. No alarms yet, meaning the security teams were still in their barracks. The Titan slammed open the emergency scramble alarm on the wall nearby, opening every door on the deck. He ran down the corridor, tossing grenades into every room he found. The professional cultist-soldiers, the last true obstacle to his advance on this deck,were still fumbling into their armor when the explosions ripped off their limbs or filled them with shrapnel.



"What?"



"So what? They made their choices. I'm just delivering the-"

A grenade from a nearby launcher slammed him into the wall, creating a two-foot deep dent.

"Ouch."

A group of about 30 cultist-soldiers, the lead one in heavy armor and carrying a grenade launcher, opened fire on Sauron, who quickly threw open a Ward of Dawn, taking the chance to reload as the bullets and grenades pinged off his shield.

"Ex, put on a little music."



"Sure. Perfect requiem for these poor saps."



Sauron looked at his Ghost with a maniacal grin.

"Why did you even ask?"

He leapt toward the grenadier and shoved Red Death's bayonet into his belly. Spearing the cultist who'd jumped out from the storage room behind him with a knife, Sauron watched as the man was messily dissolved alive, the energy coalescing into a shield that blocked the terrified soldiers' bullets. The Titan kept shooting, bringing down each cultist with brutal, painful precision, despite the close quarters. Soon, there was only one man left, who was sprinting towards the elevators in a panic. Without a word, Sauron shot him in the foot. The man cried out in pain and began to drag himself towards the open doors. Sauron flipped the man over and stared him in the face.

"Hey there, buddy. Where's your leader?"

"Not- gonna- tell you. Said he'd kill us if we said!"

"Oh, oh. I was just gonna up and let you have your legs back. But then you didn't tell me what I wanted to know, did you?"

"Wait, I have both my- AAAAAAAGRGHGHH!"

Sauron drew his sidearm and shot the man in both knees.

"Tell me, or there will be worse to come."

"Ahh- ahhh- Ok, ok. He's on the prison deck. Level 25. With the Guardian we captured! Please, don't hurt me anymore!"

"Thanks, buddy. Night-night."

The Titan whacked the cultist on the side of the head with his gun, knocking him out cold. He stode calmly into the elevator and pressed the button.

"Doo-do-dee dah dah dah de doo da da da de de de doo..."

The elevator traveled slowly upward.

(I'll wait for the Darkbringer and Arxus to finish before I continue. By the way, Sauron started 10 floors down from from Deck 25.)