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"... Still don't see why we need the prisoner on-site for the soul cannon to...." Ty heard as he listened. The voice was deep and had a sort of scratchy quality to it.

The surviving elementalist from Carlyle's pod shrugged. "I'm no necromancer. The Angels usually get pissy about them, we don't have many."

Carlyle passed on a message from the bridge: "Tyrgani security usually relies on subdermal implants on their people - but they're powered by the mana of the person. If you could find a way to fool the sensor into thinking it was the now-dead guy's mana, I suppose that might work."

"Or gun them down," Calyle suggested, hefting his enormous rifle. "If the mana scanner thing doesn't work, I have a few more feet of that wire, so... yeah."

He paused. "Wait, do they have a prisoner in there?" he asked, pressing his ear to the door.

"Is his blood going to stain the panel?" one voice asked as Carlyle listened. It was the scratchy voice again."

"No, it won't stain the panel. Look," another voice replied. There was a loud and indistinct noise of distress and/or surprise, almost certainly from a male, loud enough for all of them to hear. "See?" A pause, then: "No stain."

"All right. Get him ready, then."

"I can work with that. Since we don't have gravity on our side this time, we'll need a second charge to knock down the section we blow out. I have a couple of shaped concussive charges here, we'll use one to knock the middle part out," Caryle spoke quickly, pulling back from the door. He used duct tape to hold the wire in place as he made a large rectangle on the door. "I'll go through first, for I am loud and distracting," Carlyle declared, affixing the shaped charge to the wall to the right of the door, aimed right at it by a small mound of putty that hardened instantly with a small amount of mana poured into it. "Ready?" He hefted his rifle and tossed the detonator over his shoulder for whoever would catch it. "Count it down."

Boom.

The middle of the door disconnected from what was around it; thousands, possibly millions of dollars of Tyrgani technology exploded in a burst of sparks and sound as the concussive blast launched the door into the room, striking a power armor, which stumbled backwards. The power armor threw the chunk of the door to the side and began to reorient himself.

Carlyle quickly recovered from his surprise and rushed in, firing at whatever he saw in bursts; Cassandra, Ty, Isaac, and the elementalist with them followed. Two men clad in all-black turned to them. One promptly revealed his nature by ghosting, sinking through the floor as he drew his knife. The other dove behind the control console for the ship's gun. Next to the panel, bound, blindfolded, gagged, on his knees, and bleeding from his cheek, was a very tall, heavily-muscled man with an eyepatch under the blindfold.

+2 AP to all players for Saturdays. Whoops.
+2 Planning-based Temporary AP apply to first post this encounter: Element of Surprise

Isaac was about to go back for the body, though he did not at all believe Ty's compliment. They went with the other path, though, so Isaac slid into line second. Following behind Carlyle, Isaac hoped his REF could possibly cause more disorientation as they entered the room.

Upon entering, Isaac watched the Ghoster sink through the floor in front of them. Eyes widening, Issac remembered that his REF would grant him at least a level of safety, so he busied himself with staying out of the way. Eyes falling on the bound prisoner, Isaac made a dash for him.
Sliding across so that he was on his level, Isaac spent a Planning AP to do performed a neat series of slashes and freed the man completely.
Then, spinning while on the ground, Isaac pushed up and ran for the Power Armor. Activating all of his augs to max and cranking his REF up, Isaac slid between its legs and cut out the joints there, then popped up and slashed at its neck, even as Ty did the same.

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