08-20-2016, 08:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-20-2016, 10:48 PM by Kyle Crane.
Edit Reason: Goddangit, brain. Somehow I ended up saying "one in the middle guy." I have corrected this mistake.
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The interior of the hidden Rebel base wasn't quite what Mick expected. The walls and floors are both formed of solid concrete, with the ceiling being not much different. It's illuminated with simple lightbulbs in sockets on the roof, though no switch is seen to turn them on or off. The room they're in right now is mostly a hallway, with three doors on each side, and one more in the back.
"This...Isn't quite what I was expecting." Mick says. The group then hears footsteps upstairs, and talking, but they can't make anything in particular out.
"Something tells me we might have company." Snart states.
"Ya think?" Cassie asks. Then, more footsteps. The man who walked in appears to be...Leaving.
"Well, that's good." Leonard says. "Now, where are we supposed to be going, exactly?"
"Well, everyone's in the command room, down at the end, so I guess I can just introduce you guys." Mallis explains. "They've had a lot of throwaway plans, but not much really exciting. Grant says they're close to a breakthrough, though."
"So, I'm assuming the most exciting thing that happened here was the factory takeover...Which you sent me in to do?" Mick asks. "I saw the clean-up crew, by the way...Four walking towards the factory, so I'm guessing they won't be present..."
"They're never in the command room until they're actually being sent out, anyway." Cassie says. "Normally, it's just me, Grant, Wey and LaRoque."
They finally enter the command room. A single, tri-screen computer is in the room, with no Dataverse connection - only a few programs on icons at the bottom, and what appears to be a Word document up, with a plan seemingly typed out. Three guys in chairs turn to face the group.
One of them seemingly isn't even an adult yet, presumably in his mid-teens. He has a scar below his left eye. His hair is black, and happens to be covering said left eye, though the scar is still apparent. He's wearing a black T-shirt with a pocket on the right side, and tan jeans. He's wearing black boots.
Then, there's one to his left. A girl, early 20's by the looks of it, wearing a grey sweatshirt with a black jacket over it. Black jeans. She has blue eyes, and interestingly blue hair.
Then, to the right of the first guy, brown hair in a bowl haircut. Goggles quite similar to Mick's own, wearing a black overcoat. He seems kinda shady.
Cassie gestures to the one in the middle first. "That's Jon Grant...He's the leader of the team." Cassie says.
"You seem a bit small to be leading a team of renegades to certain death against the Empire." Snart remarks.
"I'm not small. I just live in a big world." Grant responds. Cassie then gestures to the girl.
"That's Wendy Wey. She's our demolitions expert." Cassie explains.
"You handle explosives?" Mick asks. "I like you already." Wey smiles.
"And, another destruction-lover..." Grant says. "That's...Unfortunate." Cassie rolls her eyes, and gestures to the guy on the right.
"That's Jerry LaRoque. He's-"
"Obviously taking after my fashion style." Mick comments with a smirk. This provokes a facepalm from Jerry.
"...He's our tech guy." Cassie adds. She sends another murderous look at Mick before turning her attention to the group. "LaRoque, Wey, Grant...These are our new recruits. Leonard Snart and Mick Rory. We're hoping they'll be our offensive for future plans."
"Sounds good. The more the merrier." Wey says, speaking with what sounds kinda like a British accent.
"Welcome to the team..." Grant says. "First tip; Don't call me small again."
"We get it, you're really focused on that 'tough guy' look." Snart says, rolling his eyes under his shades. Grant cusses under his breath, then turns his attention to the monitor.
"Luckily, all we were missing was a front-man, because the clean-up crew is being assigned to the factory." Grant says. "I'll go over the plan now."
"Sounds like fun." Mick says. "Will you give me some time to get my gun back first, though?"
"Of course. We're waiting until tomorrow morning." Grant states, leaning back in his chair. "Speaking of which...Before tomorrow, we'd love to have something in our base other than some weak artillery and the stuff in here...You're a Prime, aren't you, Mick?"
"Yeah..." Mick says.
"You can probably gear out the base before we get ready to rest..." Grant says. "Anyway...Should I go over the plan now, or wait until tomorrow?"
"You might as well go over it now." Wey says. "If anyone forgets by tomorrow, we can easily just remind them."
"Alright..." Grant says. He turns towards the monitors again. "Here's the plan..."
"This...Isn't quite what I was expecting." Mick says. The group then hears footsteps upstairs, and talking, but they can't make anything in particular out.
"Something tells me we might have company." Snart states.
"Ya think?" Cassie asks. Then, more footsteps. The man who walked in appears to be...Leaving.
"Well, that's good." Leonard says. "Now, where are we supposed to be going, exactly?"
"Well, everyone's in the command room, down at the end, so I guess I can just introduce you guys." Mallis explains. "They've had a lot of throwaway plans, but not much really exciting. Grant says they're close to a breakthrough, though."
"So, I'm assuming the most exciting thing that happened here was the factory takeover...Which you sent me in to do?" Mick asks. "I saw the clean-up crew, by the way...Four walking towards the factory, so I'm guessing they won't be present..."
"They're never in the command room until they're actually being sent out, anyway." Cassie says. "Normally, it's just me, Grant, Wey and LaRoque."
They finally enter the command room. A single, tri-screen computer is in the room, with no Dataverse connection - only a few programs on icons at the bottom, and what appears to be a Word document up, with a plan seemingly typed out. Three guys in chairs turn to face the group.
One of them seemingly isn't even an adult yet, presumably in his mid-teens. He has a scar below his left eye. His hair is black, and happens to be covering said left eye, though the scar is still apparent. He's wearing a black T-shirt with a pocket on the right side, and tan jeans. He's wearing black boots.
Then, there's one to his left. A girl, early 20's by the looks of it, wearing a grey sweatshirt with a black jacket over it. Black jeans. She has blue eyes, and interestingly blue hair.
Then, to the right of the first guy, brown hair in a bowl haircut. Goggles quite similar to Mick's own, wearing a black overcoat. He seems kinda shady.
Cassie gestures to the one in the middle first. "That's Jon Grant...He's the leader of the team." Cassie says.
"You seem a bit small to be leading a team of renegades to certain death against the Empire." Snart remarks.
"I'm not small. I just live in a big world." Grant responds. Cassie then gestures to the girl.
"That's Wendy Wey. She's our demolitions expert." Cassie explains.
"You handle explosives?" Mick asks. "I like you already." Wey smiles.
"And, another destruction-lover..." Grant says. "That's...Unfortunate." Cassie rolls her eyes, and gestures to the guy on the right.
"That's Jerry LaRoque. He's-"
"Obviously taking after my fashion style." Mick comments with a smirk. This provokes a facepalm from Jerry.
"...He's our tech guy." Cassie adds. She sends another murderous look at Mick before turning her attention to the group. "LaRoque, Wey, Grant...These are our new recruits. Leonard Snart and Mick Rory. We're hoping they'll be our offensive for future plans."
"Sounds good. The more the merrier." Wey says, speaking with what sounds kinda like a British accent.
"Welcome to the team..." Grant says. "First tip; Don't call me small again."
"We get it, you're really focused on that 'tough guy' look." Snart says, rolling his eyes under his shades. Grant cusses under his breath, then turns his attention to the monitor.
"Luckily, all we were missing was a front-man, because the clean-up crew is being assigned to the factory." Grant says. "I'll go over the plan now."
"Sounds like fun." Mick says. "Will you give me some time to get my gun back first, though?"
"Of course. We're waiting until tomorrow morning." Grant states, leaning back in his chair. "Speaking of which...Before tomorrow, we'd love to have something in our base other than some weak artillery and the stuff in here...You're a Prime, aren't you, Mick?"
"Yeah..." Mick says.
"You can probably gear out the base before we get ready to rest..." Grant says. "Anyway...Should I go over the plan now, or wait until tomorrow?"
"You might as well go over it now." Wey says. "If anyone forgets by tomorrow, we can easily just remind them."
"Alright..." Grant says. He turns towards the monitors again. "Here's the plan..."