Saturday, October 20, 2007

Here on Ibitus 412N (Part 7)

The time is nearly upon us. Myself, Oiden, Gladlock and the three other L3's here with us have developed a plan that we intend to execute this evening. Right now it's 03:40 and the attitude in our cell has certainly shifted from one of monotony and growing hopelessness to one of intrepid excitement and for good damn reason.

This is what we have now:

1. Fluff crystal
2. A rolled urethanic tube with the end folded closed and a hole punched in it
3. About 3 ounces of Gladlock's piss contained in a Zalhfaran pouch, ready for rupturing
4. One set of hand weapons that were smuggled in by the leader of the femaliens. As of current she has not noticed it missing.
5. A lot of fucking balls

This is what we need:

1. More weapons, preferably ones that discharge energy rounds
2. A map of this compound
3. The location of our 6 Denstrolle fighters (this should be pretty easy to attain once we get out of this cell and use our status tokens to track the vessels' power signatures)
4. A miracle

The plan is to encase the fluff crystal inside the urethanic tube, so that the crystal rests at the base of the rolled cylinder. At the bottom, Oiden has punched a hole that he will blow through once Gladlock's piss has been introduced into the contraption. The end result is going to be a Fluff Crystal Gas Gun of sorts that will allow us to direct the current of whatever neuro-affective vapor starts burning off that crystal when we break the Zalhfaran pouch of piss onto it. The rupture will be initiated by a piercing using one of the hand blades I confiscated from the femalien leader. With some luck this should work. Again, there are many variables, including just what the effect of this gas will be on us humans should we allow any of it to get into our lungs. I guess we'll have to take that risk.

As I write this, Gladlock, Oiden and L3 Hinze are drawing a makeshift map on a piece of casing near their cots. I'm going to finish writing what I need to here and go see what they're working on. Maybe we can plot a route out that is consistent with what we remember about the layout of this place from the day we were all admitted here.

Oh, to be free again...after these long months in the chamber being kept as lab rats of a sort. It's been a long, long while and I do feel entitled to my own freedom as well as the freedom of my men. I've already promised them all Ya'ul Commendations should we make it back safe. All except for Klausen of course, who will be forever remembered as having played a key role in getting us the fuck out of here. If he hadn't been escorted out of our cell, we would never had the fortune of coming upon a piece of this crystal.

Time to wrap this up. My next entry will either be one written from back at training quarter, or these words you are now reading shall be my last.

Astron Czissin, Out.

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