h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

[Marshal] Well...
*Looks around, and notices a sign.
[=> Mech Hanger =>]*
[Marshal] What do the words "Mass Destruction" mean to you?

You can't find the mech lab that fast. Everyone is still on level 1. Plus, you have to go through many corridors to get to it its very deep in the research lab complex. Just remember that

::Breaks free from binding::
::opens hanger doors::
Well do you think we could kill them with bleach?
This is a janitor mech hanger.

[Marshal] Look, anyone with any sense would place signs early. Look...
*Shows Ranmafreak a scimatic on his Wrist-CPU*
[Marshal] Okay, there's about a mile of corridors between us and the hanger, maybe less. The trouble is, those creeps are in the way...

Hmm, well I wish i still had my guns but they were stolen by craxus, and backuo wont work because all my colleges are either lazy or insane...
::thinks for a moment::

*Clicks open a Mobile Phone.*
[Marshal] Fes, need guns, fast.
["Fes"] There's an armour nearby...
[Marshal] I know, but the whole place is in lockdown...
["Fes"] Give me five minutes. {5 Postings}
[Marshal] Right.
*Clicks the phone off.*
[Marshal] In five minutes, we'll have all the guns we need...

Where are those weapons...

[Marshal]... Next section. We'll have to wait 'til the locks are released...

*Isard shakes his head in dismay as he looks at the smoking piles of metal that used to be his shiney robots*

That's a ing shame

*Isard pulls a gun from off of his backpack that looks like a shortened (my a few meters or so) 40mm Boffur's gun [for those who don't know, a Boffur's gun is a very large anti-aircraft gun that fires 40mm diameter exploding shells]. He activates the night-vision sensors on his helmet and can see everything in a nice pretty green.*

I'm not seeing guns on the floor, drop'em now!

*Isard fires a round from his gauss Boffur's gun (hence-forth GBG) and it explodes in the corner, breifly illumenating the area and temporarily fuzzing up Isard's night vision*

And if you think I won't shoot through that man to prevent further theft from you crimminals, you're dead wrong!

*Isard aims the GBG at Craxus*

[Marshal] And... Now!

*A blast door slides open, as do several more further down the corridor.*
[Marshal] Okay! We can get to a small arms locker! We won't get anything bigger than an Ingram unless we're really lucky, but it's better than nothing...
*Heads for the Armoury.*

Wll we can get through while Isard is blasting away at them...

*Craxus rolls over and shoots a couple rounds at Isard's ankles and rolls back over for cover.*

* MaW, having had absolutely no trouble with the lack of light as he's been emitting ultra-violet radiation instead, sneaks up behind Isard and whacks him solidly on the back of the head with the butt of his pistol *

[MaW] See how you like that!

::Grabs Isards Gun, which he dropped, shoves it into MaW's abdomen and fires of 3 shots::

*Puts trigger to Ranmafreak's head, thinks about firing, but punches him in the gut instead, and knocks on the head with the butt of his gun*

To Ranmafreak : If you don't calm down I'll pull the trigger.

If people don't stop shooting I'm going to be running out of men before we get out of here.

To Daedelus : Come on throw us a bone here! We're dying in here!

Brit runs in *thinks about shooting himself*
*stumbles, pulling trigger fires ak into face removing aching tooth*

*lays here like a pile of cr&p but chuffed that i have saved my self 85 quid at the dentist

::throws aside gun::
fine, there, happy now?

*Craxus stumbles up from all his wounds he's barely hanging on by a thread. Craxus walks over and asks Terran for some help as Craxus stumbles to the ground.*

*Isard survey's the situation through his helmet cams, Ramnfreak [sp?] is laying on the ground beside him, the GBG is half a meter away, too far to reach with who-ever hit him in the helmet standing over him, Craxus is near by aswell.*

oh, that really hurt, and this helmet rang so! Argh!

*Isard rolls over, Desert Eagle in right hand, cattle prod in left*

Drop the gun your weapon.

*while keeping the gun on, who-ever hit him on the helmet, and while consuming a mini-doughnut hole from the replicator in his helmet, he wacked Craxus hard on the ankle with the cattle prod.*

That's for those bullets in the ankle!

Now how about that gun dropping on the floor?