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Bard
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Now that the door was latched and locked, Matt focused his attention on the computer in front of him. The entire room was empty save for the large machine at the back of the small room. After a few minutes of searching through the system, he discovered that it wasn't exactly what he was expecting. It wasn't a surveillance monitor; it was more like a data base for the ship. It had maps and schematics of the layout of the ship, with several red dots on one of the levels. His level. Based on the path he took, the single red dot in the section marked as Navigation Computer was him.
Hmmm, he thought aloud. Red dots... that must mean they are all seekers. He didn't see any of the dots on any of the lower levels, so he deduced that all of the seekers must have spawned in on the top level.
"Shite!" He exclaimed as realization took hold, quickly drawing his pistol and unlocking the door. He started grumbling to himself as he turned left out of the doorway—scanning the perimeter for any enemies. "If we all started here, then that means the hiddens aren't on the top floor!" From the look of the map from the computer, he needed to get to the other end of the level. Rounding another corner in the hallway, he spotted three cyborgs at the far end. They all raised their weapons and fired at the same time, lighting up the hallway with multicolored neon lights. He was running at them while firing, managing to take out two before deciding to take cover in one of the rooms to his left. The cyborg stopped shooting as soon as he had left his sight, but Gibson could hear its' mechanical footsteps gradually getting closer. He didn't know if it was because these enemies weren't human, or if it was because they never got in a hurry to try and kill him, but this whole thing was making him start to stress out.
Glancing around his new surroundings, he looked to be in one of the living quarters of the ship. There was a small cot in the corner of the room, along with a chair and desk and other assortments of dressers and tables. Bloody lovely. He looked back at the doorway, catching a glimpse at the barrel of a rifle just before the cyborg came into sight. It started raising it's gun before it even seen him; he guessed that this game was getting harder as time went by. But, Matt was already waiting on it. Before it could fire, he rained a barrage of shots at the machine's head-- assuming that was it's weak point. What do you expect? The head's nine times out of ten the weak point of any enemy. It took three shots and the thing collapsed on the ground; it's once glowing red eyes now empty and desolate.
Good. Now the hall should be clear. Looking around the corner yet again, he turned right and started walking. Up on the far end of the hall he seen more fallen robotics. Okay, I guess someone has already been through there. He took the next right, remembering that there should be four elevators in the middle of the top deck. He needed to get to the lower levels, knowing that there weren't any hiddens on the top floor. He started to walk up to the lift, when the floor just... wasn't there anymore.
"Fuck-shite!" He shouted in surprise as he started to fall. A person doesn't know true fear until they start falling for no bloody reason. He flailed his arms up, reflexively trying to grab hold of anything he could. His right hand smacked flat on the floor, but that only slowed his descent. He had no grip, and he slid two more feet before luckily hanging by his fingertips. As soon as he stopped falling, the was a moment where he almost burst into a frantic laughter from narrowly averting his demise. But then he felt the pain in his wrist and fingers, and knew that he couldn't hold on for very long.
"Shite, fuck!" Another shout as he dug his feet into the smooth metallic surface of the side of the hole in the floor, reaching up with his left hand to try and pull himself up. His feet just kept slipping, almost making him lose his grip, but he did manage to crawl back to safety. He was out of breath, and shaken.
He picked up his pistol, having dropped it as soon as he started falling, and got to his feet. "Thank Christ I didn't loose this baby." The hole sealed up after he had climbed out, resetting the trap. He figured that there were probably more around all of the lifts. He didn't want to find out. Taking a two-step sprint and leaping, he made it to the elevator, and pressed the button. A little ding lit up the odd silence of the area, and he stepped inside, pressing the number "2" after turning around. He stood to the back and the side, not wanting to be in view to any outsiders when the automated door opened again. Just then, he heard the beeping as a voice rang out from nowhere. It informed him he had only twenty-one minutes left. He had his sidearm raised and ready, taking aim at the door. He chuckled quietly, and spoke aloud.
"Going down..."
Hmmm, he thought aloud. Red dots... that must mean they are all seekers. He didn't see any of the dots on any of the lower levels, so he deduced that all of the seekers must have spawned in on the top level.
"Shite!" He exclaimed as realization took hold, quickly drawing his pistol and unlocking the door. He started grumbling to himself as he turned left out of the doorway—scanning the perimeter for any enemies. "If we all started here, then that means the hiddens aren't on the top floor!" From the look of the map from the computer, he needed to get to the other end of the level. Rounding another corner in the hallway, he spotted three cyborgs at the far end. They all raised their weapons and fired at the same time, lighting up the hallway with multicolored neon lights. He was running at them while firing, managing to take out two before deciding to take cover in one of the rooms to his left. The cyborg stopped shooting as soon as he had left his sight, but Gibson could hear its' mechanical footsteps gradually getting closer. He didn't know if it was because these enemies weren't human, or if it was because they never got in a hurry to try and kill him, but this whole thing was making him start to stress out.
Glancing around his new surroundings, he looked to be in one of the living quarters of the ship. There was a small cot in the corner of the room, along with a chair and desk and other assortments of dressers and tables. Bloody lovely. He looked back at the doorway, catching a glimpse at the barrel of a rifle just before the cyborg came into sight. It started raising it's gun before it even seen him; he guessed that this game was getting harder as time went by. But, Matt was already waiting on it. Before it could fire, he rained a barrage of shots at the machine's head-- assuming that was it's weak point. What do you expect? The head's nine times out of ten the weak point of any enemy. It took three shots and the thing collapsed on the ground; it's once glowing red eyes now empty and desolate.
Good. Now the hall should be clear. Looking around the corner yet again, he turned right and started walking. Up on the far end of the hall he seen more fallen robotics. Okay, I guess someone has already been through there. He took the next right, remembering that there should be four elevators in the middle of the top deck. He needed to get to the lower levels, knowing that there weren't any hiddens on the top floor. He started to walk up to the lift, when the floor just... wasn't there anymore.
"Fuck-shite!" He shouted in surprise as he started to fall. A person doesn't know true fear until they start falling for no bloody reason. He flailed his arms up, reflexively trying to grab hold of anything he could. His right hand smacked flat on the floor, but that only slowed his descent. He had no grip, and he slid two more feet before luckily hanging by his fingertips. As soon as he stopped falling, the was a moment where he almost burst into a frantic laughter from narrowly averting his demise. But then he felt the pain in his wrist and fingers, and knew that he couldn't hold on for very long.
"Shite, fuck!" Another shout as he dug his feet into the smooth metallic surface of the side of the hole in the floor, reaching up with his left hand to try and pull himself up. His feet just kept slipping, almost making him lose his grip, but he did manage to crawl back to safety. He was out of breath, and shaken.
He picked up his pistol, having dropped it as soon as he started falling, and got to his feet. "Thank Christ I didn't loose this baby." The hole sealed up after he had climbed out, resetting the trap. He figured that there were probably more around all of the lifts. He didn't want to find out. Taking a two-step sprint and leaping, he made it to the elevator, and pressed the button. A little ding lit up the odd silence of the area, and he stepped inside, pressing the number "2" after turning around. He stood to the back and the side, not wanting to be in view to any outsiders when the automated door opened again. Just then, he heard the beeping as a voice rang out from nowhere. It informed him he had only twenty-one minutes left. He had his sidearm raised and ready, taking aim at the door. He chuckled quietly, and spoke aloud.
"Going down..."
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