SPACE OLYMPICS FINAL DAY

[theyear3022]

SPACE OLYMPICS
DAY 4
Around three in the morning, the space station is rocked by an explosion. And if that wasn't enough to wake you up, maybe the blaring alarms and sounds of ray-gun fire will do it. Your friendly neighborhood Olympic coordinator is on the intercom within a few seconds with an urgent announcement.

"Welcome to your Space Olympics! Uh, all the oxygen has run out, and someone who will not be named may have accidentally hit self-destruct. Please file to your escape pods while I distract the alien hordes. Oh, god, we're all gonna die, and I know my sins will take me to hell. Help me, Baby Space Jesus!"

The message ends with the sound of aliens taking the control room. So much for the sports - it's time to abandon ship!

[Note: Anyone "killed" during this section, whether vaporized by ray-gun or taken down by sporting equipment, will disappear from the station and reappear at a random location in the castle, unharmed.]

THE INVASION
ESCAPE PODS
THE END [TBA]
OOC: Info Post | Roster | Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4

Comments

[madetosin]

[Some aliens are a bit more cunning than others. There's one waiting at the end of the hall where Mr. Bond is currently headed, pressed up against a wall. Happily, for him, he's nearly human looking. You have to get very close to notice there's another set of eyes above the first, hidden just slightly under the fringe of his hair. He's leaned up against the wall with a small smile and one hand at his side, hiding a ray gun under the folds of his coat.]

Looking for the exit?

[last_rat_standing]

[Bond takes down another alien before looking over at the man who'd spoken to him. He looks normal enough, at least, but he's not letting his guard down unless he's certain.

He nods curtly]

That may be helpful, yes.

[madetosin]

There's a route this way, I can show you.

[He nods down the hall, as if to allow Bond to continue ahead of him]

[last_rat_standing]

[He raises an eyebrow. That's the fast track to getting shot in the back, dude. He tilts his head]

Lead the way, then.

[madetosin]

[Smart, Mr. Bond. But that means he'll just have to try harder.

He starts down the hall at a good pace. This is supposed to be an escape, not a leisurely stroll.]

[last_rat_standing]

[He's not a double-oh agent for nothing.

He easily keeps pace with the other man as they stride through the corridors. He keeps his gun drawn, eyes darting around as he watches for any danger.]

[madetosin]

[Shortly, Muraki turns a corner ahead of Bond then swiftly turns on a heel, swinging one arm straight out to hopefully catch him across the chest and knock him over]

[last_rat_standing]

[That might've worked if he weren't attacking the best agent British Intelligence has ever had. The arm does indeed catch him in the chest but he only takes one step back as he grabs the arm, trying to pull the man closer as he throws a punch at his face]

[madetosin]

[He was unfortunately just a doctor, though one possessing more strength and speed than even a man of his relative health might warrant. Bond grabs him easily, but he dodges the swing, then uses the momentum to try and shift them both and back the other man into the wall. He's grinning now, the second set of eyes now open and staring.]

[last_rat_standing]

[Well that's just creepy. He lets the... whatever he is... push him back to the wall. He lifts a foot up and plants it against the wall, shoving as hard as he can, trying to drive both of them towards the other wall]

[madetosin]

[This works just as intended, and Muraki's back hits the opposite wall with an obvious huff of breath and a slight growl of frustration. He wastes no time in trying to hook his arm around the man's throat instead]

[last_rat_standing]

[He doesn't stop him from getting that arm around his throat. He uses the movement to his advantage, instead, aiming a headbutt at the man's forehead]

[madetosin]

[There's a loud sound of impacting bone, shattering his glasses and breaking open the skin between his eyes. He growls in pain and lets go immediately]

[last_rat_standing]

[Not about to let him go with just that, Bond brings his arm up, slamming it against the man's throat and pinning him to the wall. He pushes hard enough to cause pain, though not so hard to kill him... yet]

Why do you want to kill everyone?