Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

Carthrat's quick reflexes and aim are true, popping the tech's head like a bloody zit with a single Plasma pulse. Ouch.

Tir rushes in a moment later, glancing around. To the side is a little door, leading to what must be the control bay. "Over here, Rat!."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat rushes over to the docking bay. "I'm on it. You go and prep one of the shuttles for takeoff. You can fly, right?"

[Anastasia]

"Decently enough," he shouts back, motioning for Rachel to follow him to a shuttle. The door is unlocked, and ready to open.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat rushes into the control panel and looks for the access point.

[Anastasia]

The door opens...A energy pistol is pointed at you, a very wide eyed and amused old man staring back at you. "I'd say that was enough, sir," he smiles mockingly. "More than enough."

[Carthrat]

"You're not dead," observes Carthrat. "Shouldn't you be calling your guards?"

[Anastasia]

"Look behind you," he says with a simple shrug of his shoulders. "I'm sure your friends are enjoying the view of ten soldiers with guns waiting for them inside the shuttle, sir!"

He chuckles coldly. "In fact, I'd say that they are stunned to death over it!"

[Carthrat]

"I'll have to satisfy myself with your corpse, then," replies Carthrat, cooly, glancing behind the man at the airlock controls.

[Anastasia]

The only thing behind him are the controls to the airlock. However, your look is diverted by Tir screaming in pain, gurgling...

[Carthrat]

Carthrat curses, and punches the door control panel, then blasts it, hopefully sealing it shut.

That done, he turns around and dives to the ground, looking over the situation.

[Anastasia]

The shot sears the panel, causing a fleet of sparks to fly forth as you dive down, evaluating the situ..shit.

At least 15 soldiers have filed in behind you, all armed and pointing at you.

"TIR!" Rachel screams out, tears in her voice.

[Carthrat]

From his position on the floor, Carthrat makes one more last-ditch effort to hit a plasma rifle, pressing himself up against the door in an effort not to get hit from the fallout.

"Rachel, do something!" she yells to accompany the blast.

[Anastasia]

You fire, putting all your aim in one shot.

The ball of pulsing, super hot plasma flies forth, soaring to one target!

And just misses, hitting the guard in the arm instead. They aim to fire, to turn you into a cushion!

But.

Instead, as one, they drop their guns, clutching at their chests frantincally, screaming in sudden, soul wailing agony! As they do this, you feel a warm, protective glow encase you, a white light of purity and sanctity. White Glow? A thread ot darkness rams against this barrier, but dissipates after contact, leaving you sound.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat almost chokes. The hell was that?

Well.

It didn't matter.

Carthrat remains concious of the psions presence back in the room, deciding that before he could get out, the psion had to go.

This in mind, he rushes over to some of the fallen guards plasma rifles, discharging plasma packs right and left and tossing them over to the door.

[Anastasia]

As you get up, another gristly scene stops you in your tracts. As they fall, the bodies of the guards simply fall to dust, leaving only small orbs of white. Those hover a moment, beautiful phantoms, before streaking towards the third shuttlecraft, passing through the walls like air.