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Escape From Kobold Cave
27/1/18 20:22(Previously.)
Bastion wakes again in the smelly treasure-filled cavern, but this time they aren't immediately re-frozen; every time they defrosted, their kobold guard fired the freeze ray at an earlier stage of their progression from semiconscious panicked disorientation to achieving coherence and struggling against their bonds. Eventually he just started shooting them with the ice rock at the first sign of reactivation, making those moments blur together into an unresolvable mess of fear and confusion and frigid temperatures. Their system clock failed to register any of the time they spent frozen, and in Milliways it has nothing to synchronize with, so they have no idea how long they've been trapped here.
They shiver electronically as they look around, fighting a wave of uneasiness. Ganymede is still at their feet in that tiny delicate birdcage, looking exactly as incensed with rage as the last time they saw him. The bars look like he's been pecking at them. He doesn't look hungry, so either it hasn't been very long or the kobolds fed him. (Or they froze him too, Bastion appends to the thought.) The kobolds are nowhere in sight. They must be having a very pressing problem elsewhere.
Bastion strains to move their arms, with only slight give from the ropes, and then has a better idea and tries switching into sentry configuration. At first it doesn't seem like it's going to work, because they have to raise their arms to complete the movement, but then one of the ropes binding their upper body tears and the rest fall slack as their shoulders swivel and their rotary machine gun lowers into place. Unfolding their legs at the knee splits the ropes tying them together. Ganymede ceases his furious attempts to make his own escape and calls out to Bastion, clearly worried by this development; most of the times he's seen them go into sentry mode were when they lost control and panicked, and he has nowhere to escape to. They switch back to recon configuration almost as soon as they've completed the transformation, unsettled by the memories attached to their turret shape.
They force themself to focus on the present. The damp, drool-encrusted, chilly present. Freeing Ganymede from the birdcage takes priority, now that they can move again. They crouch down and stick their fingers between the bars, bending them until the hole is big enough for the songbird to fit through it. Ganymede hops out when they withdraw their hand and takes to the air. The omnic and the bird make a break for the exit.
Bastion wakes again in the smelly treasure-filled cavern, but this time they aren't immediately re-frozen; every time they defrosted, their kobold guard fired the freeze ray at an earlier stage of their progression from semiconscious panicked disorientation to achieving coherence and struggling against their bonds. Eventually he just started shooting them with the ice rock at the first sign of reactivation, making those moments blur together into an unresolvable mess of fear and confusion and frigid temperatures. Their system clock failed to register any of the time they spent frozen, and in Milliways it has nothing to synchronize with, so they have no idea how long they've been trapped here.
They shiver electronically as they look around, fighting a wave of uneasiness. Ganymede is still at their feet in that tiny delicate birdcage, looking exactly as incensed with rage as the last time they saw him. The bars look like he's been pecking at them. He doesn't look hungry, so either it hasn't been very long or the kobolds fed him. (Or they froze him too, Bastion appends to the thought.) The kobolds are nowhere in sight. They must be having a very pressing problem elsewhere.
Bastion strains to move their arms, with only slight give from the ropes, and then has a better idea and tries switching into sentry configuration. At first it doesn't seem like it's going to work, because they have to raise their arms to complete the movement, but then one of the ropes binding their upper body tears and the rest fall slack as their shoulders swivel and their rotary machine gun lowers into place. Unfolding their legs at the knee splits the ropes tying them together. Ganymede ceases his furious attempts to make his own escape and calls out to Bastion, clearly worried by this development; most of the times he's seen them go into sentry mode were when they lost control and panicked, and he has nowhere to escape to. They switch back to recon configuration almost as soon as they've completed the transformation, unsettled by the memories attached to their turret shape.
They force themself to focus on the present. The damp, drool-encrusted, chilly present. Freeing Ganymede from the birdcage takes priority, now that they can move again. They crouch down and stick their fingers between the bars, bending them until the hole is big enough for the songbird to fit through it. Ganymede hops out when they withdraw their hand and takes to the air. The omnic and the bird make a break for the exit.
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