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Malek Deneith:
- You're the assualt specialist, so I'll leave it to you to decide how we proceed. I'm just going to be close and provide directions and some more firepower
--- Quote ---Yadda-yadda, let's assume Laz gives out directions 'cause I don't want to dig through the irc logs to find them... assuming I still have the logs anyway :/
--- End quote ---
Gargulec:
The base, or, more likely, judging by the size, just a hideout, seemed to be empty. It would appear, that whoever was in charge here ordered everybody to get out and try to fight off the foes. Rather poor choice of strategy, but you could not say that you did not like it.
Anyway, Laz lead you deep into the complex. No guards, no wards- but it was not abandoned, for sure. There were clear signs of people living and working here scattered everywhere.
Then, you got to the intersection. Laz explained that left corridor leads to the torture chamber, right to the prison and the forward one to the unknown for him part of the base.
Marcus Constantine:
"Laz? Brother? What are we waiting for?"
Xander Morhaime:
"Truth be told I'm more of a specialist at stabbing crippled survivors after a column of Bane Wolves has rolled through and hosed down the countryside with all sorts of toxins. But assaults can't be that much different..." the guardsman chuckled under his mask, adjusting the stubber in his hands.
"Let's see... freeing prisoners is a secondary concern for now," he mused, looking at the intersection. "Interrogation rooms and cells can wait. This way, then, and on your toes," he said, pointing the stubber barrel down the corridor Laz hadn't had the chance to explore. "Stick to walls, mind your cover. You go charging down the middle of the hallway and you bloody well will deserve catching two in the face. Let's go," he said, at once following his own orders, heading down the indicated corridor at a brisk pace, keeping to the left-hand wall, motioning for Laz to take the right-hand side, and letting the hangers-on pick their own sides. The guardsman kept his eyes on the corridor ahead, watching for any leftover pockets of resistance.
Silhar:
Listening to veteran's advices, Silharriel smiles, then makes use of them all.
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