Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150721115811/@comment-24306135-20150815032202

Sauron rifled through the imprisoned cultist's lockers, finding a few clips of rifle ammunition, four or five grenades, and a bandolier of four rockets. Soon, he reached the interrogation room's door. Realizing it was bio-locked, probably to whatever thing had knocked him out as it left, he taped the ammunition he'd found, four of the grenades, and the rockets together, and stuck them to the base of the door with more medical tape. He took the last remaining grenade, and cut off it's top with his knife, carefully separating the fuse and the pin. The Titan poured the powder over the makeshift breaching charge, then lit the fuse with a match from his medical kit. He backed off to a safe distance just as the charge cooked off, blowing a large hole in the door. The Titan used his knife to cut away the brittle metal at the edges, then crawled through, diengaging the locks on the other side and opening the door completely.

Hanging from a wall on the other side of the room, bound in massive stone chains, was Arxus. His armor was schroched, yet intact. His Ghost was nowhere to be seen, and his helmet lay at his feet. Sauron crept warily forward, and found no pulse.

"Still warm. Ex, cut him down!"

The small robot's laser sliced open Arxus' manacles. Sauron unlatched the Titan's chest plate and undid the clasps of the armored undersuit. The field medic pulled out his AED paddles, charged them, and laid them against Arxus' unmoving chest.

"CLEAR!"

The Titan's body jerked as the electric charge coursed through him. Sauron checked for a pulse and found a beat.

"Slow increase... fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty. Ex, hand me the adrenaline. We need to get him concious again."

Sauron jammed a hypo into Arxus, who gasped suddenly, eyes rapidly dialting. He flailed about, limbs scrabbling weakly against the stone floor. Sauron held him down with one hand, and stuck his fingers in front of Arxus' face.

"Whoa, there, Arxus. Calm down. Focus on my hand. How many fingers do you see?"

(Note: This is after Warboss concludes his interrogation, much like the last post was. I know blowing open the door is a tad uninventive, especially give the door's biometric nature, but Sauron's focus is saving lives, not inspecting air ducts for lint. More surgery will follow. Das, please remember to only respond to this after Warboss has finished up. Then, the timelines and posting orders will be back in sync.)