11-11-2013, 06:53 PM
//No invite, no post.
Doctor Devious stands before the infamous door.
He strokes his chin in a faux gesture of thought, playing up the act for the audience which an uncertain glance around the room tells him that he does not have.
He leaves . . . but the door remains.
The various inhabitants of this fated deck of Freeport 10 go about their varied tasks, unaware of the potent force soon to be unleashed nearby.
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The good Doctor returns with a few days, datapad in hand, taking measurements and pictures of all kinds of the sinister door.
Massive in sheer bulk in metal, it gleams with green corrosion from ages of lacking of maintenance, speckled by patches of some coppery alloy. Impermeable to radiation, so detection of what methusulaic monstrosities might lie on the other side is impossible. While there was clearly writing on the door at one point, age, wear, and corrosion have made it impossible to actually read. A brisk knock on the door indicates that it is indeed as solid as can be.
Grumbling, he leaves once more the ominous presence of the orange and green monolith.
He returns within moments, a handheld grinder of some kind in his and a wielders mask. He sets upon the task of grinding off a segment of corrosion, about a meter wide and two meters tall.
After an hour or more of diligent work, there is a nice and shiny patch of obviously ground clean surface more or less ready to be converted into a doorway.
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Another day passes, Doctor Devious has apparently holed himself up in his quarters. There were no explosions. He only leaves to check intermittently with the fabrication facilities.
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Today, the Doctor arrives before the gate, prepared to vanquish his foe. With a certain confidence he strides forward, leading a group of four men he procured to lift the ‘key’ to this door. It appears, without much imagination needed, to be a particle cannon of some strange design, of a size that would make one think it was intended to be mounted on a ship.
He unfolds a tripod he carried with him, placing it on the ground in front of the door, giving it a good four meters of space between the area the muzzle of the device and the surface of the door.
The other men place it into the tripod with a loud positive snap as it locks in place. One of them drops a length of thick cable on the floor next to it. Looking back with a grin.
“Thank you, just grab me the last part and you are free to go.”
DD then goes up to his cleaned section of door and applies some kind of black spray coating to this section. He lets this dry for a few moments, then takes out some white chalk, chalking crosses, or what he can of crosses, on each corner of what is soon to be an opening.
The men come back with the last object, a blast shield, that they place behind the device, facing the door. The Doctor gives them the ‘okay’ sign, and they leave. He then takes the cable, connecting one end to the device and the other to a power outlet nearby. Walking back, patting the cannon like a child, he takes up the remote control from the back of it. There is a minor hum going as the device charges up. He sets a small camera on top of the blast shield for data collection purposes.
He moves to an intercom panel, contacting Robert
“Hey, that door ‘thing’ you wanted. Yeah, I think I got it in the bag. Do you want to press the button?”
The Door
Doctor Devious stands before the infamous door.
He strokes his chin in a faux gesture of thought, playing up the act for the audience which an uncertain glance around the room tells him that he does not have.
He leaves . . . but the door remains.
The various inhabitants of this fated deck of Freeport 10 go about their varied tasks, unaware of the potent force soon to be unleashed nearby.
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The good Doctor returns with a few days, datapad in hand, taking measurements and pictures of all kinds of the sinister door.
Massive in sheer bulk in metal, it gleams with green corrosion from ages of lacking of maintenance, speckled by patches of some coppery alloy. Impermeable to radiation, so detection of what methusulaic monstrosities might lie on the other side is impossible. While there was clearly writing on the door at one point, age, wear, and corrosion have made it impossible to actually read. A brisk knock on the door indicates that it is indeed as solid as can be.
Grumbling, he leaves once more the ominous presence of the orange and green monolith.
He returns within moments, a handheld grinder of some kind in his and a wielders mask. He sets upon the task of grinding off a segment of corrosion, about a meter wide and two meters tall.
After an hour or more of diligent work, there is a nice and shiny patch of obviously ground clean surface more or less ready to be converted into a doorway.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Another day passes, Doctor Devious has apparently holed himself up in his quarters. There were no explosions. He only leaves to check intermittently with the fabrication facilities.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Today, the Doctor arrives before the gate, prepared to vanquish his foe. With a certain confidence he strides forward, leading a group of four men he procured to lift the ‘key’ to this door. It appears, without much imagination needed, to be a particle cannon of some strange design, of a size that would make one think it was intended to be mounted on a ship.
He unfolds a tripod he carried with him, placing it on the ground in front of the door, giving it a good four meters of space between the area the muzzle of the device and the surface of the door.
The other men place it into the tripod with a loud positive snap as it locks in place. One of them drops a length of thick cable on the floor next to it. Looking back with a grin.
“Thank you, just grab me the last part and you are free to go.”
DD then goes up to his cleaned section of door and applies some kind of black spray coating to this section. He lets this dry for a few moments, then takes out some white chalk, chalking crosses, or what he can of crosses, on each corner of what is soon to be an opening.
The men come back with the last object, a blast shield, that they place behind the device, facing the door. The Doctor gives them the ‘okay’ sign, and they leave. He then takes the cable, connecting one end to the device and the other to a power outlet nearby. Walking back, patting the cannon like a child, he takes up the remote control from the back of it. There is a minor hum going as the device charges up. He sets a small camera on top of the blast shield for data collection purposes.
He moves to an intercom panel, contacting Robert
“Hey, that door ‘thing’ you wanted. Yeah, I think I got it in the bag. Do you want to press the button?”