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The Legion [Mods] ([personal profile] letsgolegion) wrote in [community profile] legionclubhouse2017-01-16 05:17 pm
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The "Voyage of the Clammed" Test Drive Meme

THE "VOYAGE OF THE CLAMMED" TEST DRIVE MEME


The Time Trapper, the being responsible for bringing people into the Legion's universe, is up to some strange tricks! It's now creating illusions of alternate universes and dumping the Legionnaires into them to try to test them as Legionnaires. Each time this happens, the captives -- er, participants have knowledge of the scenario, their role, and what they're supposed to accomplish planted into their heads, but still remember who they once were.

To complicate things, the Legionnaires from the 31st century aren't the only ones pulled into this adventure. Strange people from many worlds are being yanked in and finding themselves thrust right into the heart of these conflicts.

These universes are technically just illusions (probably!) and all the participants have an inherent knowledge of this placed in their heads, but it's up to them if they believe it -- and the danger is real. If you die in one of these scenarios you stay dead. This time everyone is being dumped into a scenario where they're dealing with...

THE SPACE TITANIC
THE SETTING
The Titanic II is a luxury space cruise ship named after the original Titanic by a naive Carggite owner that only knows the ship was famous and doesn't know the unfortunate history of the original. Sure enough, like its predecessor, this ship is cursed, and has hit a space icebe--er, comet. It's broken down in a very perilous area of space and has drifted into the territory of the Space Dolphins.

The Space Dolphins have an isolationist empire that spans star systems and prefers to have no contact with the outside galaxy. They are demanding that the passenger and crew of the Titanic II leave their territory immediately and are not accepting any excuses. They've given the ship a paltry half hour to evacuate when it should take at least 1-2 hours. Once the half hour is up, they plan to attack and make the Titanic II crash into a nearby uninhabited planet -- whether it's fully evacuated or not.

Characters may find that they have brand-new superpowers that can help them save the day.

SCENARIO A: BEFORE THE CRASH
Some characters will find themselves on board the cruise ship with the knowledge it's going to crash. What they do with that knowledge is up to them. Perhaps they'll try to warn the crew, or simply wait it out and prepare with others to act once it happens. Or maybe they'll try to warn passengers away from the section where the comet will impact. In the time before the ship hits the comet, they'll at least be privy to some beautiful sights as they fly past nebulas and planets, but it will be little comfort as they sit there waiting for inevitable disaster. (Maybe they can rearrange some desk chairs?)

This is the mingle option for those that want something other than an action thread.

SCENARIO B: PLACATE WITH FISHIES
After the crash, not much can be done to prevent the Space Dolphins from preparing to attack, but they can be distracted somewhat if characters find some fish to distract them with. After stealing fish from confused cooks in the kitchens, they can brave the dangerous vacuum of space to dump what they find outside to create a feeding frenzy that can delay the dolphin attack. Fortunately, there's transuit technology that will allow them to go into vacuum without being encumbered by too much gear.

SCENARIO C: HELP EVACUATE
The ship needs to be evacuated and it needs to be evacuated fast. With fires, machinery breaking down, collapsing floors and walkways, and areas suddenly being exposed to vacuum, and even some explosions, the ship is growing more and more perilous by the minute and the passengers need help and occasional rescue to make it out of dangerous areas and into the lifepods. The engine core is especially dangerous, with broken machinery trapping some of the engineers and mechanics inside, and dangerous radiation leaks that will kill them if they're not freed soon. Characters may find themselves getting into deadly peril while trying to help others, and will need to work together to survive.

The human element is also a factor here. People are getting scared and that means they need to be stopped from trampling each other, or fighting over lifepods. (There are plenty to go around).

SCENARIO D: ATTACH THE "SONAR" DEVICE
An engineer that was a passenger slapped together a device from scrap that can help buy some time by projecting a vibrational frequency that will keep the Space Dolphins a distance away. It can only work for a short time, but buying a little extra time is better than nothing. Unfortunately, it has to be directly attached to a large power source, like the ship's engine. Characters must brave perilous crawlspaces and ventilation systems (including ones with those giant spinny fans), and work together to reach the engine and attach it. (Due to the Time Trapper's meddling, this task can be done in multiple time loops, allowing multiple teams to go through the scenario).

SCENARIO E: PISS OFF SPACE PETA
Sometimes in life you just have to punch a hyperintelligent dolphin in the face. With the Space Dolphins finally attacking, it's time to take action before they damage the escaping lifepods or damage the ship enough to make it fall onto the nearby planet before it's fully evacuated. Characters have transuits that will allow them to survive in vacuum, making it so they can fight the Space Dolphins directly. Beware their head-mounted pulse weapons and ion beams, tracking missiles, and that weird painful pokey-thing dolphins do with their noses.

SCENARIO F: WILD CARD
Maybe your character wants to take a moment before the crash to re-enact the "I'm flying!" scene at the bow. Or lasso and ride an annoyed Space Dolphin. Perhaps a missing child needs to be found and reunited with a parent. Or maybe two lovers from different social classes have been separated and one needs your help to find the other. Have an idea for something that you don't see an option for? Go for it!

OOC INFO

Current players in game can jump into this and do starters if they like so they can play with new players and each other. This meme will count as part of the game canon for those that opt in, though they'll find their memories somewhat fuzzy afterward. These threads can count toward your AC, however the "new CR" credit cannot be applied since not every character joining in is guaranteed to join the game. This takes place after "Silent Horizon" and "No Sanity Clause."

Potential players can use this as a standard test drive and may use these threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

Potential players can also opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, so that their character remembers the scenario and then suddenly finds themselves in the game universe. However, this is opt in and players can choose to introduce their characters fresh if they'd prefer that and no other characters will remember they were there. Please just note which you'd like in the additional info field on your app.

If you are considering apping to the game, currently 5 of 40 player slots are available. The character limit is 4 characters per player. You can also scope out some of the game's upcoming plots to get an idea of what kind of plots are in the game and what's to come.

New Player Reserves will open on Friday Feb. 3 @ 10 pm EST.

Non-players who like the meme but aren't really considering apping to the game are free to jump in. The more the merrier! The Time Trapper wants a confusing situation and will enjoy the chaos of lots of strange people trying to figure out what's going on.
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[personal profile] soulfucker 2017-01-22 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, the boy did hold promise. Unfortunately, at this juncture, that was all he held for Tarabotti.

"You're mistaken as you've not closed it." He went past even attempting to be polite. He also turned his attention from the youth.

No longer worth his time. He had no intention of dying here, which meant that he needed to make more headway on evacuating these person. Then he'd take leave.

He supposed he'd bring the boy.

Perhaps.
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[personal profile] parkrowrow 2017-01-22 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's mine to close when I wish to close it. It's called autonomy, thanks." He turned back to the crowd. "Single file line or I'll force you to deal with the Earl of Snarkwich over here.

He heard yells coming form behind them. Cullen turned to see two of the teenagers fighting over a lifepod. There was another one right next to them, not yet in use. "Hey!" He yelled. "Stop. Dude, there's one right behind you." His eyes widened as one of the teens pulled back to punch the other one. "Hey! I said stooooooooooppppp!" And therein, it happened again. That last word came out as a calming, soothing, melodic sound that calmed down the two teenagers. They both turned to look at Cullen a little blankly. "You, take the one on the left. You, take the one on the right. Apologize to each other when you get out of this alive."

He turned around to the others who were milling about them. "Anyone else wanna not behave?" Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Tarabotti. He was suddenly a little more useful now, wasn't he?
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Agent 3 | Splatoon

[personal profile] woomy 2017-01-23 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
A: What's a Titanic?

[ Agent 3 lives in a world many, many years after the world flooded, wiping out humans and much of their history. She doesn't know the significance of the Titanic, and if she has even heard of the name, she lacks the context and background.

Even if she likes learning about history, she's less interested in the ship's name and more interested in the fact that they're in space. Her face pressed up close to a window, standing on the tips of her toes if needed. She eyes the numerous bright stars and swirling nebula and tries to spot anything familiar to the night skies she knows.
]

This is inkredible! I wonder if I can see where the word from on high comes from...

[ If she can find it, imagine what she could tell everyone back home! ]


D: What's the danger in spinning blades?

[ 3 has been listening to the plan for the sonar mechanism, and the plan of going through the ducts sounds good. She's an Inkling. She can shoot ink into the small ducts and swim in it to wherever they need to go. As a squid, she can slip through grates (and spinning blades) with little fear. ]

Is that all? I can help with that. No problem!

[ Why is everyone staring at her so funny? ]


F: Random like a Spyke reroll

[ Want to party with this Inkling another way? This option is for you. ]
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Amethyst | Steven Universe

[personal profile] amefist 2017-01-25 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
B - FISH THEFT FOR FUN AND PROFIT

As long as she's lived on a beach- actually going in the ocean to see stuff? Not something Amethyst has really done. But one thing she heard from steven (and pearl) is that dolphins eat fish. Not cute fish with faces or the red candy fish from funland (which are way better), but real, smelly, scaely, slimey fish.

The meaty bits are gross but the scales and heads are tasty- but bait is for the dolphins, not her.

Ok.

MOST of the fish are for the dolphins. Amethyst gnaws on the head of one, tail flopping out of her mouth as she carts armfulls to the nearest airlock. She drops it next to the pretty massive pile she's got there before jogging back for round five, six, whatever in the kitchens. They haven't caught on that the purple cook isn't actually one of them yet. "I NEED-A MORE FISH-A!"

That's how Steven says chef's talk. "The People, they are-a so hungry!"


E - BRING IT DOLPHIN!

Ok now THIS is cool. Fighting dolphins, punching them in the face- they don't poof like gems or go squish like monsters and melons and water blobs. They squeal really nice though and fail funny- don't like her whips much either. When she turns into one of them (purple of course) They really get mad but she's too busy biting and slapping with her flippers and thinking up as many fish puns as she can drag up. "Don't be so Tench! There's notfin like a good fight in the morning!"
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[personal profile] i_got_this 2017-01-25 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
South Dakota, of course, has the benefit of her space-capable non-camoflagued magenta and green power armor to float about in space, and with the aid of a jetpack and a knowledge of space battles, she's not doing too poorly.

"Is it morning? I thought it was late afternoon." What is time in space, anyway? South punctuates her statement by grabbing a space dolphin by the tail and swinging it in an arc before letting go and watching it bowl into two others with a chorus of distressed squeaking.
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[personal profile] amefist 2017-01-26 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe it's- efining? Get it?" She's so funny. She's the funniest person she knows- especially for nondramatic mid battle banter. "Hey! Think if I toss one at you you can hit it with another one? Like baseball!"

Cuz that's fun, right? Right.
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[personal profile] i_got_this 2017-01-30 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The pun kind of falls flat but Amethys redeems herself with possibly the best idea ever. South grabs the nearest space-dolphin that had been attempting to intimidate her and swings it around by the tail, getting in stance.

"Hit me with your best shot."
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[personal profile] amefist 2017-01-30 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"AwRIIIGHT!" Light flashes as Amethyst shifts from Dolphin to Purple Puma, meaty hands gripping the nearest fin of one space dolphin. You can't exactly ball one up but she spins around like she's working a mace and lets fly right at South. "Hey batta batta beta!"
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Travis Miles | Fallout 4

[personal profile] diamond_city_dj 2017-01-30 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
A
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This is some seriously Pre-War stuff. Where did it even come from?

[Even with his newfound confidence, Travis still can't shake the old habit of talking to himself sometimes. Especially when the incredibly weird happens to him. And going from playing music in the relative safety of his home/studio to a fancy cruise ship full of strangers definitely counted as weird. He was careful to step around some people, offering an awkward little wave in response to the looks they gave him as they passed.

He wasn't sure if he was having some kind of rad-induced hallucination or not. Travis had heard some stories of stuff like that happening but he couldn't remember if anything had happened that would have exposed him to more rads than the usual Diamond City resident. He was trying to think when he spotted a window and peeked outside only for his jaw to drop. He stepped closer and put a hand on the glass.
]

I'm in space. Outer space. Oh jeeze. [Travis took a deep breath, trying to keep a cool head. Sure he got over his fear of being on the radio and of things in general but this was still a shock.] Okay, Travis. Try to think. Just breathe and think and try to figure out what the heck is going on.

C
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[Super powers were not a thing Travis thought he'd ever hear about in any serious manner. But now he had some of his own and some people needed help so he's going to try to help. One of the fleeing workers had mentioned something about a radiation leak and since he could now control radiation...as crazy as the very idea sounded to him...Travis was going to try to hold off the danger until some of thr workers could escape the engine core. At least that was the plan. He's found his path towards the area with the leak blocked by some fallen machinery.]

How am I gonna get around this thing?

[He stared for a moment before trying to lift the chunk of metal. All he managed to do was grunt and fall on his rear.]

This is not good at all.
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2017-01-31 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
You know who does know that the purple chef isn't an actual chef?

The girl who thought it might be a good idea to disguise herself as a busboy. Because finding a chef outfit that small was a bit of a tall order on short notice.

"That's your accent?"
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[personal profile] jonesiseverywhere 2017-01-31 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Word from on high, huh?

[Being in space IS pretty rad...even though it's not like Casey hasn't been here before. Maybe he can give a few points to the little squid newbie.]

Eh, that stuff's usually aliens.
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Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane // Voltron: Legendary Defender

[personal profile] nochampion 2017-02-01 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
I. Scenario C

The smoke from electrical fires can't filter through broken-down ventilators, hangs thick and hazy in the air. Even the slightest movement makes it whirl and ripple, like so much ink in water.

Emergency red lights flash discordantly, showing the lines of passage to emergency exits. There are people coughing, people wailing, talking, so much noise that it makes something strange flex darkly in the back of his mind--

"Keep passing out that water! Dampen your sleeve, or some other fabric, hold it to your mouth when you breathe," he spoke loudly and evenly, tried to quell the loudest noises with the force of his calm. "Families and children -- if you see anyone with families and children, let them go forward ahead of you. The emergency walkway is narrow, you must go one at a time. Someone else will lead you on the other side."

Between the sound of his own talking, he leveraged the whole of his might against a half-collapsed metal door. He wasn't sure how many people were on the other side, but he wasn't going to let them stay there.

II. Wildcard
Edited 2017-02-01 04:21 (UTC)
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[personal profile] captainbuzzkill 2017-02-01 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Got your back, man," says a very young voice, and then a tiny teenage boy in a baseball cap, that looks possibly even younger than Pidge, comes up and slams a shoulder against the door, too.

His body weight does nothing, because he's a bunch of noodles stuck together in human form, but the blue telekinetic light around him helps Shiro finish the job. Between the two of them, they cave the door the rest of the way in.

Like a few of the people swarming around the wreck, the boy's in uniform, with a golden ring on his finger and a belt buckle with a golden "L."

The second the door's down, he starts looking around the room for people that need rescue.
Edited 2017-02-02 00:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nochampion 2017-02-02 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Shiro doesn't quite allow himself to be shouldered aside so much as... simply stare dumbly at the kid who wedges himself into the work. In the pause, Shiro races to think of a diplomatic way of saying, 'that door's five times your size, there's no way--'

But then the door's crashing inward, and he's blinking the halo of blue light out of his vision.

"Whoa, careful. You shouldn't rush through a door you just bust down. Garrison procedure," the reprimand is careful, because he's scanning the room too, lips thinned, trying to see through the thick smoke and the blue-tinted flickering electrical fires, the kaleidascope of emergency lights.

The choking, tear-inducing smoke had quickly dwindled the number of conscious individuals; they only found a few still standing, weakly crying out, slumped or leaning against the walls. Shiro went immediately to duck under the arm of the most aware of these (save the living, save the living) and began to half-carry them back toward the door.

"Help whoever you can," he advised his makeshift partner(?) clamping his eyes shut against the smoke, "We'll ask others for help once we've got them to safety! We can't move this many alone."
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[personal profile] captainbuzzkill 2017-02-02 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry, dude, I've got telekinesis," says Dipper as blue tendrils of it start ripping apart metal like tissue paper to help free some trapped people. "Running through busted-down doors is kind of my thing."

He's one of the ones that tends to barge into dangerous situations first, like the other Legionnaires that have some kind of shield power.

"And don't worry about asking for help. Just get all the people who can't walk onto something solid, like one of the floor plates. I can take care of the rest."

It sounds like a pretty big boast coming from someone so small, but he knows what he can handle at this point.

"What's your name, anyway? I'm Dipper."
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[personal profile] nochampion 2017-02-02 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Dipper," In a different situation, he might stare; now he just nods. "Call me Shiro. I'm a Paladin." The phrase 'I've got telekinesis' merited some kind of response, but explaining 'Defender of the Universe' and outing himself as connected to Voltron seemed unwise amidst so much unfamiliar chaos.

The kid doesn't need to work hard to convince him; after a beat, he's moving, methodically helping or pulling people onto one of the metal plates on the floor. He does his best not to jostle those who are unconscious, his wrists behind their necks, his fists bunched around the clothing at their shoulders. All the emergency first-aid stuff he doesn't know nearly well enough to call instinct, but there's something about the situation that strokes at his memory.

By the time he's done, he's sweating under his armor, face filmed with sweat. "You find yourself in these situations a lot, Dipper?" We was trying to reach for levity. No kid deserved to be stuck in this.
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[personal profile] captainbuzzkill 2017-02-02 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Dipper is careful not to jostle any of the unconscious people, using his teke to lift them onto the floor panel in a way that supports their necks and spines. His first aid training was a lot more recent.

"Aalll the ti--" He starts to say, because yes, his entire life is now one long string of firey wrecks, some of them that he rescues others from, and some of them that he finds himself in, but then the "Paladin" thing registers.

"--wait a second, Paladin? You're a Paladin?" Dipper suddenly turns to face him again, eyes wide. "Do you know Pidge?"

The name is familiar. Aside from Pidge occasionally talking about back home, she even chose "Paladin" as her superhero name.

Is this one of her Giant Robot Friends?
Edited 2017-02-02 02:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2017-02-02 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Shiro?"

On the list of voices Pidge is glad to hear right now, Shiro's is at the top. If only she was on HIS side of the door, it'd be perfect but she can't afford to be picky.

"Shiro! Is that you?" She has injured and sick and scared and she thinks there's someone trapped where she can't see. "I need some help!"
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[personal profile] nochampion 2017-02-02 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
He's only too relieved to elaborate; it keeps him from being too inward. He follows alongside the panel, arms outstretched like guardrails, hands moving to hastily adjust elbows and knees of the unconscious that look like they might bump into the door sill.

"Yes, I'm the Paladin of the--"

He doesn't get any farther than that before the questions come at rat-a-tat rate. It wrings a helpless smile from him, recalling friendly faces, and he nods quickly.

"Yeah! Pidge is..." How much does this kid know? "Pidge is part of the team." There's something in the way he says the words, some trick of tone. He says 'the team', but he means 'my team'. A sense of possession and closeness like one claiming family. "How did you two meet?"
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[personal profile] nochampion 2017-02-02 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
The voice on the other side is muffled by the door, but he knows it like the steady thrum of his own pulse.

Pidge.

All anxiety that the door might not open ebbed away, and he kept his voice even when he called back, "Help's here, Pidge. I'm right here, and this door's coming down. Tell me when you've got everyone back from it at least two or three steps."
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[personal profile] captainbuzzkill 2017-02-02 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Dipper tries to think of a way to explain it that makes sense.

There really isn't one.

For a second he focuses on finishing the job. They've either freed all the victims that can walk or gathered all the ones that can't. Blue tendrils of teke curl around the metal panel like living things, shearing metal and lifting the entire plate off the floor, with everyone on it.

It takes a fair bit of effort and concentration, but again, by now, he's used to this. Keeping up conversations (and even quipping) mid-rescue is by now a beloved team past-time.

Sweat beads on his face as he also breaks open the door they'd come in through -- and the walls around it -- to widen it enough for his little floating tray of injured people. He starts floating the giant multi-person metal...stretcher-boat(?) through.

"She's part the of the team," he parrots back, with a little grin and the same familiarity. "A cosmic entity kidnapped us from our universe and threw us into a superhero universe in the far future, to try to force us to become superheroes and prevent an omnicidal apocalypse."

That's probably the most succinct way anyone could explain it.

They reach the other side of the door, where ship medics run up because they can now reach the injured and unconscious people.

"Incidentally."

Dipper gestures at the ship around them.

"There's a reason you're here. And that cosmic-ey voice we heard? He does this a lot. We think it's some kind of test."
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[personal profile] turntex 2017-02-02 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"No one ever teach you the basic principles of mechanics? Jesus christ, what's wrong with schools these days?"

Suddenly at Shiro's side, making an unimpressed face at either the half-collapsed door or Shiro's attempts at getting it open -- hard to say with those shades -- was a blond teen wearing what kind of looked like red pajamas with a cape and wielding a sword. Clearly, exactly the kind of help needed in this moment.

Elbowing himself some room in front of the door, Dave wedged the end of his sword in a little gap at the edge of the doorframe like a makeshift crowbar, and leaned into it with all his body weight. Unfortunately, that's still only the body weight of a lanky teenager. Glancing over his shoulder at the man, he arched an eyebrow over the rim of his shades.

"C'mon, put some of that beef to use. Slam it on this shit like its a hot grill and the kids are starvin'."
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2017-02-02 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Right...Shiro's leadership is comforting and familiar as the feeling of gripping her bayard and she's more than willing to back him up to these people.

"You heard him," she says to the assembled crowd. "Help me get these injured people back." They do what she says, dragging bodies and helping people limp away.

"We're good, Shiro! Bring it down!"
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[personal profile] nochampion 2017-02-02 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
His small smile slowly slipped away.

By the end, he looked like a man who'd just been surprised with a solid gut punch. Omnicidal apocalypse? Superheroes? New universe?

Pidge is part of their team?

His sense of loss was immediate and utterly unfair; and quickly on its heels followed a bone-deep exhaustion he'd done his best for so long now to keep in check. In any moment that felt like things couldn't possibly get more convoluted, couldn't possibly get worse, or more high-stakes...

He tamped down on all that, and resumed the small smile. It was just a mechanical pull at the corners of his mouth, without warmth, and his eyes reflected nothing.

"Got it. So, how do we pass this test?"
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[personal profile] nochampion 2017-02-02 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Swift, methodical, effective. Hearing at least a little through the door, he couldn't help a spare twitch of smile.

Still being great, huh?

"On 3!" He took a slow breath, closed his eyes for just a second. "One!"

He gripped the lip of the door, where the metal had buckled and warped around its pressure-sealed sill. Braced one foot against the wall, twisted his torso a little for the best leverage.

"Two!"

Part of working hard was working smart; he didn't just leverage out but to rotate the door, using its own warped shape to help lever it off its last remaining hinge.

"Three!"

The real heave of teeth-grit effort. Eyes clamped shut, filled with a heady desperation he'd never admit after the fact, the servos of his mechanical arm whirring with effort, the door finally rolled aside. Panting, sweating, he squinted into the smoke,

"Pidge! Who needs the most help out?"

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