Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5135903-20130919182126/@comment-5135903-20140117221614

 Darwol 

The Sceen leads you through the labarynthine tunnels until you reach a heavy, circular hatch in the wall in some secluded part of the tunnels; a chamber that, at one point, must have acted as a small CRF barracks (you also notice the lights in here are from small clusters of tiny point-sources on the walls, as opposed to photoluminescant plants and animals). Through the doorway is another tunnel. However, it does not posess the haphazard, random shape of the tunnels you are used to; it is semicircular, and the walls are more like brown concrete than compacted dirt.

This tunnel is steeply sloped, and zigzags deeper and deeper. The Sceen, with its low metabolism, is frustratingly slow. In the centre of a hemispherical chamber at the bottom is a cylindrical capsule, sitting in the middle of otherrandom equipment scattered around the tunnel. The Sceen enters the capsule and calls you to follow. Do you follow?

 Merstenbach 

The 'Milurian' seems amused,

"Well, a 'tractor beam' sounds like a piece of colonisation equipment, but I'll see what I can do..."

Suddenly, you are alive again.

You are safely strapped into a white seat, which is in the middle of a spherical bubble, reinforced by a spider's-web of struts over its surface. Behind you, leading off from the back of the bubble, is a corridor about six metres long with a hatch at the back; the corridor is only two metres wide but is lined with sleeping arrangements and various pieces of equipment. Nearly everything is either dark-metallic or has a white, clinical colour. You notice, though the bubble, that there is a large cylindrical fuel tank fixed to each side of the spacecraft. You are in a close orbit around the gas giant. You hear a voice in your head.

"Welcome back! Hope you like your new launch. Fabrication took a few hours and things have moved on a lot since then. My sources tell me that the CSF is close to discovering the Weapon, so things are getting really serious."

You begin to see the moon slowly rising from the horizon of the gas giant as you make you approach.

"This is a standard CIC launch - lander and planetary craft, that is; not so good with interplanetary, mind. There's a rather powerful and compact polywell fusor which should give you plenty of power. I've made a few adjustments; a rail gun, two pretty compact lasers. There're even some nuclear charges if needs be; antimatter-initiated microfusion. My own design. They won't suspect a thing. Oh, also, this thing has a razor storms; also my own design, nothing like what the CSF have - just select your targets and the 'razor storm' can accurately pick them out and kill them instantly through up to eighty metres of rock - it's basically an array of compact rail guns hooked up to an ultra-high speed expert system. Use it sparingly... I don't want them too ruffled up."

"As for shielding, the launch is coated in some very tough carbon composites, as well as impact-spreading polymers. There are active defences provided by a few small-scale automatic laser systems, and even electric armour to hopefully vapourise anything that actually pierces the hull. You have a hand-held rail gun energised by a POPS fusion reactor, but I doubt they'll let you keep that, so I've seeded you with some discrete nanotechnology."

The spacecraft is maneuvering into an orbit around the moon; the forward-thrusters are firing to reduce your velocity.

"In fact, everything is seeded with discrete nanotechnology. There are no physical controls, by the way. How old fashioned! Neural interfaces are big in the CIC; even you have one now - just control the launch with your mind."

You begin to enter the moon's thick atmosphere.

"The CIC has nothing like what you call a 'tractor beam'. Just in case, I've hooked an old colonisation tractor to your cargo cradle - take it as a joke."

"I've managed to plant enough evidence to make it look like you've just flown in from a very unexpected interstellar cycler. You must prevent the use of and, if needs be, destroy the Weapon. It's all up to you, now. The controls are yours. The weapon is right below you."

Control of the launch, in mid flight, switches to you.

What do you do?

 DreadVolt 

The spacecraft is unable to land in any of the holes in the surface that lead to the surface, and is forced to land on the snowy surface nearby. The narrator gives the dark pebble to you as the hatch in the back of the spacecraft opens (of course, the magnetohydrodynamic pumps are switched on to prevent the unbreatheable atmosphere from killing the Narrator).

"Something tells me you'll know what to do with this when the time comes. Erm... the tunnels are down that hole. Good luck."

What do you do?

 Wanraknasdan 

The Narrator has rather rudely taken the pebble from you, whether you like it or not. The hatch is still open, so you have the choice to go after DreadVolt to get it back, or something.

What do you do?