Limit of Infinity: A Shadowrun RP (Game thread)

[Evrant-Knight]

Before Roberts could respond to Sebastian's comment, a call came out over the team's communicators; it was Clay, and he appeared to be in quite a spot of bother. "Yo, execs. Gonna need to know if one-a-ya knows anything on these elevator cables. More specific-" There was a brief interruption as the elevator jostled, and the sound of one of the cables snapped.

"Ahem. More specifically, which one happens to control the emergency brakes." He then added, before the sound of several gunshots was heard. "Gonna need it fast, else we're all goin' home with empty wallets." Clay then finished with. Sebastian went over to what was Vougner's desk, activating the computer and started to go through the hacking protocols. Meanwhile, he noticed that his radio had been switched on.

'Strange, didn't know you were on. Must have activated whilst I was searching the crate. Better turn you off.' Sebastian thought to himself as he deactivated the radio, then looking through the schematics of the building, and soon started talking to Clay over the comm link.

"Alright Clay, Sebastian here; just give me a few moments, and I should have complete control over the elevator you and Finwe are in."

Sebastian soon started to get to work, hopefully this hack job would be as successful as the last, but not draw attention like it did. He accessed various system control nodes, going down the path which would eventually lead to the elevators. Whilst they were an important part of the building's infrastructure, their security wasn't as high on the priorities list. After some detours, he found the one Clay and Finwe was in, and triggered the emergency brakes.

"Right, I managed to gain control, have you stopped moving now?"

 

[Floris2123]

"So, howzat fer a Plan B?" Finwe shacked his head. He had spaced out, something which he had become famous for in a few shadow runners circles. He looked at Clay, he was unsure what to say. "Awh, fuck!" Clay said. Finwe wondered what else could have gone wrong, to make Clay react like that. Suddenly Clay stepped forward he opened the top hatch and he shot the brakes. "Yo, execs. Gonna need to know if one-a-ya knows anything on these elevator cables. More specific- Ahem. More specifically, which one happens to control the emergency brakes." Clay began shooting the remaining cables. Finwe watched dumbfound, the elevator dropped half a level. Finwe looked around bewildered, he looked at Clay. He hoped that Clay knew what he was doing. "Gonna need it fast, else we're all goin' home with empty wallets." Finwe stepped forward, he looked at Clay "Mind explaining what you just did? And why?" Finwe looked confused.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

"Mind explaining what you just did? And why?"

"We're gonna take the 'express car' down," Clay called down the Finwe. He analyzed the box of wires, completely lost as to which controlled the brakes. "I'm gonna drop the elevator, get us to Sub Level 2 faster'n this thing normally would."

"Right, I managed to gain control, have you stopped moving now?"

Pressing his finger on the call button again, he turned his attention to Sebastion. "Yeah, it's been stopped. I need to know the wiring layout. I need complete control over the brakes."

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Yeah, it's been stopped. I need to know the wiring layout. I need complete control over the brakes." Clay requested, wanting to take control of the lift. Sebastian had overheard his intention as to why he'd want to do this.

"Okay, although I can see this as being a little suicidal, since you severed all the pulley cables to that elevator, I can't bring it up to our level so all four of us can ride it down together. Fortunately, due to a little encounter we had earlier; Roberts and myself have a means to reach the sub basement levels." Sebastian remarked, whilst he was finding the schematics for the elevators wiring system.

It took him a few minutes due to the building plans and schematics being on a different security level; that meant he had to go through a different series of sub-routines and protocols. However, something strange was going on, it seemed like every time he got close, something was diverting him elsewhere; almost as if...

'Someone is following me, watching my every move, no doubt you were the one to trigger the sprinkler system. Oh well, must carry on and not have myself linger in doubt.' Sebastian said to himself as he managed to work his way back to his objective.

"Right, your going to have to reconfigure several of the control wires that allows the elevator to function. The switch panel should slide open once you give it a little force. Once inside, switch around the wire that activates the brakes, to the one that would have triggered the pulley system; that should give you control over the brakes, and allow you to steady your descent, although there will be a couple of second delay between each press. You got that Clay?"

 

[Terratina.]

He peered into the vent and saw that Taylor was in fact, to his surprise, still alive and kicking. But as soon as he turned his head to check the situation outside, he was greeted with a scene from some sort of horror movie. The guards' faces had broken into an insectoid mess. Charlie chastened himself for thinking she was just another waif that had clung onto magic for self-defence - powerful but easily overcome once somebody had sealed her magic. But no, this was an Insect Shaman, ready and willing to turn Seattle into another Bug City. No wonder the other guys were spooked. Charlie had just realised what a mess he had landed himself in. He had to get himself out of there before he became one of those mindless husks that the Insect Spirit had infested. But how? The stairway was blocked by the stream of escaping scientists that had unwittingly stumbled into this scene of horror. The VTOL was a tempting option, but there were some problems. Namely that most of the guard were concentrated there and the fact that Charlie didn't even know if he could pilot the thing. He sunk into head and looked to the floor.

How the fuck am I going to get outta here!?​

The question rang through his mind, if Charlie still had his hat, a dearly missed casualty of the firefight, he would have torn it off his head and stamped on it. Then he noticed something. Beneath the blood, there were discarded bits of the guards' weapon straps. Some in the pools of blood that covered the roof, some on the dead guards' corpses. A slither of white interrupted the seemingly uninterrupted red as well - strands of silk from Talyor's arthropod antics. An idea popped in his head and Marlowe began the gristly work of picking the dead for weapon straps and picking the silk threads from the never-ending pool of blood. He twisted around together, creating some sort of makeshift rope. They said that silk was strong, but would this mashup of silk and straps be enough? Marlowe had no idea, but it was worth a shot. Then he began to climb the electric fence, ever thankful for the gloves that protected him from its sting, rope in hand and as soon as he reached the bottom, He tied the rope to a seemingly secure bit, a metal post of the electric fence. Before he began the descend, he tipped an imaginary hat; reminding him ever of the lost of his fedora, which was still raw in his mind; to the dying guards and began to abseil downwards, as low as it would go.

Top Floor. Going down...​