The Interplanetary Defense Organisation

"Well, not unless you can pull a bolted bed off of the ground and beat the wall with it." The Lrisk replied in a strangely joking manner. This was followed by a sigh though as he leaned back against the left wall of his cell. "These walls are here to protect the circuitry. Under them is more protection, but that is weak enough to be broken with a little force. Hopefully our friend with claws is strong enough for that task." He found it odd that this place used these standard cell types, since it didn't seem like any military base he knew of, let alone a police station. "Well, since we are all in this together, we might as well know each other's names, right? You can call me Isgar."

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The room before the robot now held a little more promise then anything he'd come across so far. There were some computers with what looked like some sort of information on them, some sort of alien language by the looks. There wasn't anything in the way of weapons, but it could help recharge the battery on the robot, though first, it had to get past the guard.

In the room, pacing back in forth, was a tall, metal figure. It was easily the size of your average human, and it had a bulky look, and it could've been mistaken for a person in armor if not for the head. One red optical lens adorned the smooth, metallic head, turning this way and that and watching the various computer screens. Its only armaments was a a small pistol-like thing in it's left hand, held down by its side and not in any prone position. If it was fast, the robot might've been able to take it down.

Jekin gritted his teeth, working slowly and deliberately. Funny thing was, screws generally requested a screwdriver to unscrew them, odd how that concept of all things worked. Eventually, he'd managed to enough off to wedge his hand between the panel, and whatever was behind it, pulling as hard as he could, hoping it was made of some kind of this sheet metal that he could bend. Hopefully he could find a way to get this field offline. Probably a capacitor or something in there... if he could short it...he could probably get the whole system to shut down... oooor, he'd get someone in maintinence to come down here, notice what he was doing, and do... something. Seriously, he didn't have anything to lose.

This would indeed have to be quick. Wouldn't do to get fried or tied up. The robot lunged through the door, shoving it out of the way. Its one functioning hand went for the pistol, and it shoved its forearm into the guard-bots neck to pin it against whatever was close by. If all went according to plan, the guard-bot would get temporarily immobilized while the robot extracted the pistol and made a clean kill.

Vincent continued to sit on his cot waiting and hoping for something to happen. While he was there he listened closely hoping to hear anything that might be able to help. Unfortunately the hum of the field drowned out anything useful he might be able to hear and he was basically just killing time.

Isgar... good to know his name, Vanessa thought. In response to the Lrisk's request, she called out simply, "Vanessa."

The most interesting thing going on at the moment was the other prisoner trying to expose the circuitry of his cell, so Vanessa went over to the containment field of her cell and looked toward the cell he was in, even though she couldn't see much of it from where she was. She hated having to wait instead of being able to do something herself, but observing the other prisoner helped alleviate her anxiety for action a little bit.

"Well, I'm glad to see you all jumping to introductions..." Of course, he knew one of the other prisoners was busy, but the male human had no excuse for not talking. "Ah, Vanessa. Can you tell me what exactly it is you do?" As he said that, the piece of metal that Jekin had been pulling out came right off, and not without a loud 'chink' noise of course. "Be careful over there. Don't go hurting yourself to get us out."

The metal piece that Jekin had pulled off hadn't exactly broken in one piece, a good quarter of it remained on the wall, jagged and cracked. Luckily, there was more then enough room to see what was behind it, and enough space for him to reach inside it. There was a brown panel with a small latch attached to it, showing that it was capable of being opened without more force being applied to the wall, and under it were some circuits that fed energy to the wall. A rather bad design flaw.

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The guard bot's head turned to face the robot just as it bursted through the door, and it was reaching for its pistol but it wasn't nearly fast enough. The robot was able to pin it against the large computer that was behind it, the closes object it could be pinned to, and was even able to reach the gun. However, the guard bot was also already holding the gun in its hand, though it was currently unable to use it, the shiny bot had a death grip attached.

If the guard bot wanted to keep its hold on the gun, that could work as well. The robot let it/helped it to raise its hand up between them, pointing it sideways all the while, then pushed it towards its opponent's head. If the gun got pointed in roughly the right direction, it would apply pressure to the guard's trigger finger to set the gun off.

Vanessa briefly glanced over at the cell of the clawed prisoner when a loud, metallic clink sounded from it. Good - maybe he's made some progress, she thought. Then she turned to Isgar's cell as she answered his question.

"I am highly proficient in reconnaissance, stealth, and close combat," she recited formulaically. She had to make a conscious effort not to say "sir" at the end, since she usually had to explain her skills to a higher officer. In retrospect, she thought it was odd to say it that way to a fellow prisoner that might have just been a civilian, but what was said was said.

Vincent didn't realize he'd needed to give his name maybe he was still a little out of it. Sure he supposed he didn't really know if these people around him were really on his side. All he really knew was that they seemed to be in the same situation as him. Though it seemed rather unlikely for them to go to so much trouble on a ruse for a foot soldier like him. So it was probably fairly safe to trust them. "Oh, right I'm Vincent Cross, sorry."

The fact that the metal had broken off at all, startled Jekin. "Well the walls in here aren't that sturdy, I'm surprised Mr. Big lizard can't punch his way out." he grumbled, mostly to himself, though still audiably for the others. Well, he had no idea what he was looking at, so he did what any "smart" person did, he pulled the latch, and looked at the circuit. If he'd any of his tools, he could have solved this. As it was, he had to prey to whatever diety was watching over him that the metal he'd snapped off wasn't able to carry a decent charge, as he attempted to smash any of the components with repeated stabbings.

"Well, its good to know your skills might be useful. And what about you, Mr.Vincent?" Isgar's voice remained fairly calm during all of this, a even a little bit optimistic as well, as if he really believed they could escape. Though, when he heard the third prisoner's words, he couldn't help himself from retorting. "What do you mean the wall aren't sturdy? I've tried busting out of mine before, but the walls in this cell seem pretty hard to my knuckles..." Perhaps the cell that the small, furred creature was in had structural problems that their captives hadn't noticed. Either way, this was a good sign.

Unfortunately for the Jekin though, the piece of metal he had was able to carry a charge, and once that circuit he was attack broke, it traveled up through the broken sheet. It wasn't a large amount, certainly not enough to kill a person, but it wasn't going to be unnoticed. Sadly, it wasn't enough to force the energy wall down, but now it was flickering, like a light bulb that was ready to go out. There had to be something else keeping it in that semi-alive state. Goodnews was that it was bound to catch someone's attention if they were watching the room.

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The guard bot caught on quickly to what the other robot was up to, and did its best to reverse the pushing, trying to aim it at him. They both struggled for a little while, but the robot managed to overcome the guard eventually, and with a loud "Bzzing" noise no less. The guard bot's hand went limp as a large, burned hole now sat where the right side of its face use to be.

((My suite-mate approves of your Touhou sig))

The robot pocketed the pistol for later; it wouldn't do not to have one of those. But what it really wouldn't do not to have was one of those excellent-looking power outlets that were everywhere. It picked one that looked secondary, unplugged whatever was in it, and inserted its left arm into the socket, plugging in with the power transmission nodes in the stump.

If it could feel anything, it would feel something like euphoria or perhaps relief.

While it waited for power to finish flowing, it reached over to the computer and began thumbing through whatever was on the screen.

Jekin gritted his teeth, as he dropped the sheet of metal, rubbing his arms. The fact of the matter was, that should have worked. An open in the circuit should have competely ruined it. This, of course, ment that whatever he'd destroyed was not primary in the slightest, and what he'd need to remove was somewhere else. "Well, that didn't work." he said, a bit angry at both the alien, for suggesting it, and himself, for carelessly getting himself shocked. That could have been far more dangerous than it was.

"Great and now it's blinking." commented Vincent as he watched the energy wall. "Getting to sleep is going to be a real pain now." he joked before giving an answer to Isgar. "Answering your question I'm pretty decent at general combat techniques, but if you manage to get a rifle in my hands you'll see something really special." finished Vincent grinning at the end.

((Sorry, I guess you guys must be waiting for me...))

Vanessa creased her eyebrows at the other human, apparently named Vincent. She didn't appreciate his sarcastic attitude in such a serious situation. The way she saw it, they were imprisoned for an unknown reason by an unknown captor in an unknown location, and that was a time to escape and find whatever information they could, not to make jokes.

When Vincent was done speaking, Vanessa turned her attention back to the prisoner whose containment field was now flickering. From what she could see and hear from his cell, she guessed he had been shocked by whatever he was working with. Even though it was probably too late to do any good, she called out to him, "Don't hurt yourself!" After all, it wouldn't do for one of them to be incapacitated before they had even begun to escape.

"I am sorry that didn't work... But we do have something to go off!" The large, reptilian alien said, doing his best to sound optimistic. "The power flow seems to have been interrupted, slightly... Maybe it just needs another push?" Isgar began pacing back and forth inside his cell, arms folded over his chest as he began thinking of what to do. The human called Vincent wasn't helping with his sarcasm, but he couldn't blame the guy for trying to lighten the situation with it, since it was just a common coping mechanism he'd noticed among the primate species.

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Only the robot's side, the socket he had plugged himself into offered a large boost in energy, certainly taking him back to full power, maybe even a little more. The terminal however appeared to be nothing more than a security system now, despite what it had been earlier. All that could really be accessed now were video feeds, and very basic control over the doors on that level of the mysterious station.

((Holy shit, he's back! Yahoo!))

The robot felt very invigorated after getting full power back. Now it could finally act to its full potential... or it could if it had all its parts. Meanwhile, it had enough power to activate its full sensor suite, which it promptly did.

It removed its wrist from the power outlet and put the original plug back in. It was now searching for several things: First, a map. Second, any indication where its missing parts might have gotten off to (its gun, in particular). Third, where the team might be being held, if they were still alive.

"That's not how electricity works. I broke something, or I wouldn't have been shocked, whatever was in the wall there clearly wasn't very important to this shield wall's integrity." said Jekin, as he quieted down, trying to attune his ears to something he should have thought of a while ago. There had to be something high voltage powering this shield, right? If he could find the high voltage wires... thankfully, electricty was loud, if there were any around, he should have been able to hear it.

Vincent sighed as he continued to watch the blinking wall. "Are you sure you didn't bump something important. I mean it clearly had something to the wall or else it wouldn't be blinking." commented Vincent in the thin hope that he'd be able to give any hope to something completely out of his expertise.

"If it wasn't important, than why is the barrier blinking like that? I don't think that's for show." Isgar replied back to the small, furred member of their 'team.' He leaned himself back against one of the metal walls of his cell, trying to think more. He had no idea what Jekin was up to at the moment, or that he could even hear that well.

To Jekin, he would find that the loudest spot of the wall he had started to pry at was just a little bit above where he had forced it open. Unfortunately, it was protected under a fairly secure piece of metal it seemed.

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The Robot's search for anything helpful on the computer turned up a map of the floor, though it did show were a holding area, and an armory were located. Sadly, they were as far away from each other as one could get, being on both polar sides of the floor. Luckily though, the security room was more-or-less at the center of this floor. He was also able to detect where any robotic sentries were located on the floor, with most of them around the elevator room for some reason, as well as unlock some very low-security doors.

"Whoever wired this place must have wasted a lot of time making this shield wall defy convention then." said Jekin, grumbling to himself as he picked up the metal slab he'd used prior, took a step away from the hole in the wall, and took aim. Hopefully it'd fit, though he was fairly certain it wouldn't. He threw it one, watching it bounce off, not going to fit in the hole it was torn from, before he walked back over to the wall, and stabbed once again, making sure to semi-throw the slab instead of merely thrust. He certianly wasn't in the mood to get electrocuted today.

The robot committed the map to memory and weighed its options. It could go for the armory, but that was, without a doubt, heavily guarded. That would get it some weapons quickly, with a fairly good chance of getting shredded. On the other hand, the holding area probably relied more on good locks for security, rather than personnel... if there was anyone in the holding area, then letting them out to raise hell was probably the best idea. And, if the rest of the team happened to be there as well (and hadn't died or left the robot behind), then that would be even better.

It opened every door it thought it might need, then took the used laser pistol and headed for the holding cells.