The Pyrotechnician and the Nuclear Technician unite and rip a hole in the dimension with their combined SHEER POWER!!!
IC: Cell 4
Avasa disks kick and and drain the power from the two.
Gravity kicks in increasing both of their gravity ten times over.
Waves of Magnetism glue them together.
The countermeasures are vaporized in a microinstant as the power is far to much for them to hold, let alone drain. The Order has just learned the meaning of JUSTICE.
Avasa disks kick and and drain the power from the two.
Gravity kicks in increasing both of their gravity ten times over.
Waves of Magnetism glue them together.
The countermeasures are vaporized in a microinstant as the power is far to much for them to hold, let alone drain. The Order has just learned the meaning of JUSTICE.
Ic: Cell 4
The mass amount of power is redirected to keeping the two in their cell.
The countermeasures are vaporized in a microinstant as the power is far to much for them to hold, let alone drain. The Order has just learned the meaning of JUSTICE.
Ic: Cell 4
The mass amount of power is redirected to keeping the two in their cell.
They are literally powering their prison
They are no longer even in this dimension. Oh, and the redirecting tech is vaporized as well.
Inionn turns to the shelf and examines it. He taps it experimentally.
clunk clunk clunk!
More tablets seal to eachother, until a pattern emerges...
5. 1,9. 3. 1. 1,6. 5. 1,9. 1,2. 1. 1,4.
Inionn is confused by the pattern, and immediately pairs the numbers to letters in the alphabet as the first thing that comes to his mind. "E. A,I. C. A. A... No, that makes no sense. What am I missing?" He thinks. "Perhaps the close together numbers are one number? E. S. C. A. P. E. E. L. A. N. Escape Elan? Who's elan? Maybe I translated it wrong..." Inionn retranslates it. "Escape Slan? I'm going to assume it means plan..."
More tablets seal to eachother, until a pattern emerges...
5. 1,9. 3. 1. 1,6. 5. 1,9. 1,2. 1. 1,4.
Inionn is confused by the pattern, and immediately pairs the numbers to letters in the alphabet as the first thing that comes to his mind. "E. A,I. C. A. A... No, that makes no sense. What am I missing?" He thinks. "Perhaps the close together numbers are one number? E. S. C. A. P. E. E. L. A. N. Escape Elan? Who's elan? Maybe I translated it wrong..." Inionn retranslates it. "Escape Slan? I'm going to assume it means plan..."
It changes, as if in confirmationn.
5. 1,9. 3. 1,6. 5. 1,6. 1,2. 1. 1,4.
They suddenly fall off the shelf, forming one word. "Ammo."
Inionn is confused by the pattern, and immediately pairs the numbers to letters in the alphabet as the first thing that comes to his mind. "E. A,I. C. A. A... No, that makes no sense. What am I missing?" He thinks. "Perhaps the close together numbers are one number? E. S. C. A. P. E. E. L. A. N. Escape Elan? Who's elan? Maybe I translated it wrong..." Inionn retranslates it. "Escape Slan? I'm going to assume it means plan..."
It changes, as if in confirmationn.
5. 1,9. 3. 1,6. 5. 1,6. 1,2. 1. 1,4.
They suddenly fall off the shelf, forming one word. "Ammo."
"Alright. Jorth!" He tosses a tablet to his companion. "Jailbreak." He winds up and hurls a tablet at the door's lock with his absurd Axonn-level strength.
They suddenly fall off the shelf, forming one word. "Ammo."
"Alright. Jorth!" He tosses a tablet to his companion. "Jailbreak." He winds up and hurls a tablet at the door's lock with his absurd Axonn-level strength.
Jorth is woken up by the object colliding with his mask. He gets up and starts dropkicking the tablets at the lock.