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Obsidian

2017/2/11 0:17

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After questioning the traitor we discover that the Aliens that have been attacking us may not necessarily be doing it for sinister purposes. We've gotten the temporal coordinates for a temple of sorts and have infiltrated the place and are making our way through to the inner most reaches. As one might suspect the place is loaded with traps, as I assumed it would be. The whole scenario is playing out like some sort of bad movie. everything is so cliche. Panterra and Shadawar along with Obsidian Psi-Mage are close '
behind. As we make our way I can't help but notice the how ancient the whole place seems. My scan set it at millions of years and some of it is crumbling. The walls are covered in ancient hieroglyphs which my computer is trying to decipher with no success. There's some magic at work here but it's carefully hidden. We can detect is presence but not what type or purpose. Panterra begins sniffing...literally, as though he has caught a scent.

"Stop" he says cautiously "I've picked up an unfamiliar scent, very fresh."

"Which way?"

"Ahead and then around the first corner."

"You have point then."

As Panterra moves to the front of our party the Psi-Mage speaks up.

"Are you certain that is a good idea? He's not one of us."

"I know and that's what I'm counting on. Speaking of which, how come none of you guys brought your friends along? Seems like a logical move."

"This was thought to be best handled by only the Obsidian's. Our friends have no knowledge of these events."

"You kept it a secret? Are you guys all riding the short bus? What did you think you were protecting them from? Nothing good comes from keeping things from your friends simply because you think they wouldn't understand, or because you're trying to protect them. I don't do anything alone, as you'll soon see."

As we turn the corner the place opens up into row upon row of pillars with what appears to be an altar in the center. Stealthily we make our way to the center and spread out to make a more difficult target. A lone figure stands in the center and what at first appeared to be a simple altar can now be seen clearly for the command console that it is. The alien operating it doesn't seem to notice us as we get closer and closer. Then suddenly without warning he raises his hand and The Psi-Mage is gone, vaporized in a flash of blue-white light along with the pillar he was hiding behind. The little bastard's victory is short lived as a red shuriken impales his hand. A split second later it explodes removing said hand and sending the creature flying. Before it can recover it's lifted high into the air and dangles their unable to move thanks to Shadawar's Psionics. I draw my pistol and tell the red skinned being

"I'm not sure if you know how this works but I promise you two things: You're gonna answer my questions, and It's gonna hurt each time you don't."

Then he starts laughing, and it doesn't take long to figure out why. In his good hand is a detonator. I scan the place frantically searching for explosives and find plenty. The whole place is rigged to blow The thing speaks but my on board translators can't decipher itBut I know what he's saying...and before he can make good on it a voice comes over my comms.

"Don't sweat pal, I got this one."

The room lights up for just a split second and I know what just happened. I lift my faceplate and look right at the alien and say boldly.

"Go for it!"

He smiles smugly and depresses the button...but nothing happens. He looks puzzled and presses the button over and over and over Still nothing. From the shadows a voice, the same voice from my comms, says.

"The thing about detonators is, they don't work without these..."

Stepping from the shadows Thunderbolt hold up a couple of tiny fusion batteries which only a split second ago, were in the detonator the alien was holding.

"Like I said, Questions, Hurt...now let's get started."

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