ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Qwepir]

_{"If this doesn't work, we go to plan B. Everyone shoots the forget out of the door, and takes their weapons."}
I listen to the men speaking.
"HEY, WE'RE WITH YOU."

*BANG*
"We know!"
*BANG*
"So open-"
*BANG*
"the door!"

[Ad Bot]

[Juncoph]

"For forget's sake. We need a proper code for emergency scenarios like this."

"Don't bother kicking the door, it's reinforced. We're opening it."

I begin removing the furniture from the door.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I see a vaguely familiar man, tall, broad shoulders, intimidating. His ballistic face shield is down. I stick my head out a bit further. The man rocks back in preparation to nail the door. I recoil back into my room.

[Tayasaurus]

"zzzzz... OHY FFUJCK"

I flop out of my cot and grab my gun. The drool on my face is still fresh from deep sleeping.

I hear the banging on the door. What the hell did i miss.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I holster my gun and slowly step out of the doorway.

[Tayasaurus]

"I have a bad feeling about this."

[Mr. Hurricane]

The men are back-lit. I can't tell whether they are friend or foe.

[blockguy™]

I start removing the barricades from the door.
"All of Mjolnir flight is present."

[Tayasaurus]

I poke out of my dorm door and watch whats going down at the end of the hallway.

[blockguy™]

All of the furniture is removed. I open the door to the Marine who punched Kissinger in the face.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I approach the door slowly. I expect the men to fling it open and gut me, but they say they are friendly. Another pilot beats me to the door though. It's Painter.

[Tayasaurus]

I walk over and greet the newly formed group in an attempt to find out whats going on.

"What's going on."

[blockguy™]

I walk over and greet the newly formed group in an attempt to find out whats going on.

"What's going on."

"We've been invaded. Strap on that loving helmet."

[Qwepir]

"Don't bother kicking the door, it's reinforced. We're opening it."

The marine has some company, a pair of Kintharian personnel that make him look even more giant than he already did.
: Some of the Huits are holed up in the mess hall. They have hostages and we need a translator. I was told one of you speak that, we need you to come with us. I also need another to go with Airman Yukamo here.
: Yo.
: She has an idea for what to do if negotiations go south. Which it will. The dialog is just a distraction.

[Lockebox]

I poke out of the dorm door. I just so happen to be closest to the entrance. my door thuds against the makeshift barricade that Painter had moved.

"sorry."

I look at Tippy, her helmet still on her head but still in her skivvies and there's a severe lack of a b bra.

"Uh, you might want to put some clothes on."