Space Quest:Exodus/Chapter 41

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Note: This log is still in IRC format, and may be awkward to read as a result.

Chapter 41:

Narrator: "As we join our heroes, we find them approaching the end of the limo ride, about to set foot where angels fear to tread: the home of a career politician. Dun dun DUUUUN!"

The limo shudders and shakes at it grinds to a halt, the engines wheezing from the effort of keeping Rex's weight aloft. With a heavy THUMP, the vehicle settles into the curb.

Ada only looks mildly green this time. Presumably Rex provided some ballast.

Rex sits quietly on the top of the limo, apparently having slipped into hibernation mode again.

Bioo: "Ah, pleasant ride.

Bioo: "Shame those orphans didn't have anything good to loot.

Ada: "The church might have had something, but it was too buried."

Outside the limo, you can hear the sound of a smaller hoverlift engine Another craft seems to be approaching from the front end of the limo.

Ada: "Looks like we might have company. Hmm. Should we disembark, or make them wait on us?"

MP-X301: The service processor begins plotting revenge on the limo driver... although since it doesn't know who was driving because the sensors are offline, it has little clue exactly who is at fault, and thus plots revenge on MP himself.

The engine noise dies down, and the door is opened to reveal the limo driver standing there, holding it open. Behind him is a small two-person hovercraft with a *second* driver, identical in appearance to the first, standing at the control panel. He nods to the first driver, then pilots the vehicle away.

Bioo: "It would be bad form to open our own limo door.

Ada: "True, true."

The first driver nods. "This ways, sirs."

Rex whirs once, a sign to show that Rex hasn't died, at least. But still in hibernation mode.

Bioo exits the limo and shakes the driver's hand, "Job well done, my good man"

Bioo attempts to lift the man's wallet without him noticing.

Ada exits afterwards and gives her best "Badass car mechanic" grin at the driver. She then turns and beckons to Rex. "Down, boy!"

Rex whirs and comes back to life. Standing up on top of the limo, it shakes itself off as if it were a wet dog and jumps down right beside Ada. "WOOF."

The limo is parked in the driveway of a towering skyscraper somewhere in the heart of Xenon City. The white building looms high overhead, a variety of walkways and transport tubes encircling it at multiple levels.

Ada jumps from having *cough* number of tons of droid land right beside her, then recovers and says, "Good Rex."

Bioo: "Sensing an opportunity, you attempt to lift the driver's wallet. You've just managed to slip your fingers onto it when Rex slams the ground...the resultant shaking causes you to lose your grip, and the wallet slides back into the driver's pocket.

MP-X301: Once again, the service processor runs through it's idle cycles wondering why the shock sensor hasn't moved since the sudden shock of Rex's departure. It's electronics start to formulate theories as to why the worthless humanoids seem to have turned on it's owner, and begins to plot extremely painful revenge for those who would sell it out.

Rex focuses on Ada for a moment. "REX IS WONDERING WHERE IT IS NOW."

Ada: "That's, uh, a good question."

Ada: "Presumably at the senator's place."

Ada: "Wherever in the city that is."

Rex: "AH."

The driver motions toward the building. "Master Corona is waiting for you on the upper floors. This way, please." He shuffles off towards a nearby pair of glass doors.

Rex: Click. "SIGH... YOU KNOW THE PROBLEM WITH THE YOUTH NOWADAYS? *THEY'RE YOUNG!*"

Ada nods a bit, starts to follow the driver, then says, "Oops, oh yeah..." She goes back into the limo and starts trying to wrestle out the box containing MP.

Rex stares at Ada.

Ada: About all Rex can see is Ada's overall-clad, grease-stain-covered butt.

Bioo gives Ada a hand.

Rex: "REX AWAITS... BZZT. AWAITS... BZZZZZZZZZKSCHT... REX WANTS A COOKIE."

Ada: Now Rex can see Ada's overall-clad and Bioo's trenchcoat-clad butts.

Rex settles down next to the limo, sputtering and BZZZZZZZZZZTing.

Ada and Bioo grapple with the chest containing MP; together, they give a mighty tug. Somehow, Ada's pull is much stronger than usual...Bioo loses her grip and falls backwards as Ada yanks the trunk all the way through the limo door and up and over her head, causing her to lose her grip as well and topple backwards. The airborne trunk sails gracefully over the head of the driver, smashes through the glass doors, and SLAMS int.

o the receptionist's desk just inside them, leaving the trunk half-embedded in the solid-metal piece of furniture.

Ada: "...oops."

MP-X301: Of course, this results in a fresh round of plotting in the Service Processor, who figures this SURELY must be a deliberate action in an attempt to damage and permanently disable the primary processing system!

Ada: "Um, Rex, could you pull the box out of the furniture?"

The driver stands up, and dusts himself off. "...very good, sir."

Rex: "REX WANTS A COOKIE. REX WANTS A COOKIE. BZZZZZT."

Ada rummages through her toolkit and produces a handful of nuts and bolts, which she offers to Rex. "Er, cookie?"

Bioo: "Go get one off the intramesh.

Rex stops for a moment....

Rex: "REX DOES NOT HAVE MOUTH. COLON OPEN PARENTHESES."

Ada: "Yes, I suppose that could be a problem." Ada shrugs and re-pockets the nuts and bolts. "Carry on, then."

Bioo follows the path of destruction.

The receptionist, a young Xenonian woman wearing a phone headset, is frozen in horror behind the desk as a result of her near-death experience. The driver snaps his fingers...two burly bouncers appear from a nearby doorway, pick up the comatose woman, and carry her off through another doorway nearby.

Ada follows into the eve of destruction herself.

After several moments, a different woman, also wearing a phone headset, appears from the door and takes a seat behind the desk. She smiles. "Hello, how may I help you folks?"

Rex follows Ada while seemingly on the fritz, what with the clicking and the whirring and the cookies...

The bouncers re-emerge from the side door, and approach the desk. One of them grabs the trunk and, with a mighty heave, yanks it free and drops it roughly on the floor. He and his partner then grab both sides of the dented desk, heft it up, and carry it off through wider side door next to the first.

After a moment, one of them returns carrying a fold-out card table. He unfolds it, places it in front of the receptionist, then leaves.

Ada nudges Bioo.

Bioo: "We're guests of Mr. Corona.

Rex: Click. "GOOD HEAVENS. IT'S RUSH LIMBAUGH. HE'S BECOME A REAL BLEEDING-HEART LIBERAL, AND LOOK! EURO DISNEY IS PACKED! COLD FUSION WORKS! NO CHEVY CHASE MOVIES!"

The receptionist motions to a door behind her and to the right. "Right this way, Mr. Corona is expecting you."

Bioo tilts his/her head in what is nearly a nod and follows the woman's pointing.

Ada heads towards the door. "Forward march, Rex."

Rex follows along. "BZZZZZZ-ZZZZ-CHT-T-T-ZZZT."

Heading through the door, you find yourself in a spacious, lavishly furnished corridor leading to a large double door. Past this doorway, the corridor suddenly turns from "lavishly furnished" to "early hospital"...the walls and floor are bare concrete, and the only light comes from a series of bare bulbs in overhead fixtures. The hallway terminates at a large freight elevator, a dozen feet square, with the door standing wide.

open.

Bioo: "Rex, please fetch the package.

Ada: "Meanwhile, I'll fetch the interior decorator."

Rex collects the package once more with its smaller arms and follows along once more. "REX FEELS LIKE A PRETTY, PRETTY GIRL."

Ada: "Yes. You are a nice droid, and a pretty droid..."

Bioo: "Ah, so it has a gender after all.

Rex: "REX DOES NOT HAVE A GENDER. REX IS A DOGGY. WOOF, WOOF."

Bioo: "A girl doggy?

Rex: "REX DOES NOT HAVE A GENDER. REX IS A DOGGY. WOOF, WOOF."

Ada: "It's a neutered doggy."

Bioo: "Well after you, oh genderless bot of heinous property damage.

Rex: "WHAT IS A 'NEUTERED?'"

Ada: "In your case... I'm not sure I want to speculate."

Rex makes a shrugging motion, which may or may not be deliberate, and continues on with the box o' bot.

Ada follows the droid o' doom.

The interior of the elevator is a plain metal cube with steel support beams and wire mesh forming the walls. A small control panel inside the door has a multitude of buttons, one of which is lit.

Ada looks for a floor indicator, even.

Ada: An LED display lists the current floor as "L". The numbered buttons appear to go all the way up to somewhere in the 70s. One button, 64, is currently lit; the rest are dark.

Bioo joins the bunch.

Ada waits until everyone's in the pool, then shrugs and hits "64".

MP-X301: Oh yes... vengeance. The blue one would go first. Then the 'hot one'. And finally, the droid. Oh, yes, the droid will be MINE!

  • DING!* The elevator emits a pleasant chime sound as the large doors glide shut. As the chamber begins to ascend, annoying peaceful muzak pours out of concealed speakers.

Rex: "*DING.* *DING.* *DING.*"

Ada hums cheerfully along with the muzak.

Rex continues to echo the noise.

MP-X301: ...and the Muzak would replace the service processor in MP-X301, while it takes over the other droid. That would be a revenge worthy of all the plotting, all the humiliation, all the idiocy the primary machine had inflicted on the service processor.

After several minutes, the elevator slows to a halt, and with another *DING!* the doors open. Beyond them is...a corridor exactly like the previous one, complete with an utter lack of decor. The only visible exit is another pair of double doors at the far end of the corridor.

Rex: "*DING* *DING* *DING* *DING*..."

Ada says in her best elevator announcer voice, "Floor 64... Concrete, overhead lighting..."

Rex: Click. "THE MEAT! THE MEAT! THE HORRIBLE MEAT!"

Bioo: "Ominous doorways of almost certain Dooom...

Bioo puts back on her BadA$$ Bounty Hunter face and proceeds to the doors.

Ada puts on her Badass Car Mechanic face and follows Bioo, beckoning to Rex.

The doors open into a much more opulently appointed hallway leading to the left and right. Nearby, you see the doors of a smaller elevator, presumably the normal, non-freight ones that people who don't have giant droid bodyguards use to get here. A sign on the wall reading "Corona's Office" points off to the left.

Rex puts on its badass droid face... oh wait, it never changes. Never mind.

Rex follows along with its normal face.

Bioo does as directed by the conveniently placed signs.

Ada does the following thing.

Rex thunks along, wondering to itself if the floor really is made of pancakes.

  • fast-forward*

You find yourselves outside a pair of massive double doors, with stained glass windows mounted in them. Interestingly, the windows appear to depict a large group of men in white robes arguing with each other.

MP-X301: (( Ah, the typical government institution. ))

Ada: "Almost as bad as lawyers," Ada mutters.

Rex: "REX WONDERS IF THIS IS ONE OF THOSE 'CULTIST MEETINGS.' REX DOESN'T WANT TO DRINK THE PUNCH."

Bioo throws open the doors.

Bioo: "*making a grand entrance*

Bioo: "*his/her trenchcoat flaring out behind him/herself Matrix style*

Bioo: "You throw the doors open and storm inside! The office beyond is quite large, furnished with a variety of chars and tables, and a single large wooden desk. Behind the desk is a large executive chair, and behind the chair is a wide plate-glass window that affords a beautiful view of downtown Xenon City. In front of the window, behind the desk, and in the chair, is a Xenonian male is robes staring at you with interest. "A

h, there you are. Do come in..."

Rex enters as gracefully as a giant death machine can while holding a box of droid parts. That is to say, about as gracefully as a drunk person.

Ada follows in Charlie's Angels attitude-style, trying to accommodate for having no trenchcoat to flail around.

Rex: "BZZZ-T."

Corona's eyes go wide at the sight of Rex, but he quickly clears his throat and regains his composure. "Yes, well...here you are. I know what you want, and you know what I want. Shall we get down to it, then?"

Rex: "YOU ARE GOING TO GIVE REX A NEW SQUEAKY TOY? COLON DEE."

Bioo strides in and slouches in a chair facing Corona, making his/herself appear to be Very comfortable and at home.

Ada goes and poses in the corner, where she can see both Corona and the door.

Rex is standing in the middle between Corona and the door, currently attempting to scratch itself with its foot AND keep balance so it doesn't fall over.

Bioo: "It appears simple enough.

Rex: Click. "YOU ARE EXPERIENCING A CAR ACCIDENT."

Corona leans forward, a conspiratorial look on his face. "Do you have the merchandise?"

Rex: "IS A 'MERCHANDISE' SOMETHING THAT WILL MAKE THE BIRDS GO AWAY?"

Bioo: "Rex, Show the man what's in the box.

Rex: "THE BIRDS KEEP STEALING THE TACOS."

Rex opens the box! Whether Corona can see the innards of the container or not is another story.

Corona leans forward, looking into the box with interest. "That looks like him, alright, but how do I know it's the genuine article?"

Ada: "We could power him up."

Rex: "REX IS GENUINE! REX IS A GENUINE DOGGY DOG DOG. DOES WEIRD 'SENATOR' SQUISY NOT BELIEVE REX?"

Rex: *SQUISHY

Bioo: "Not you, Rex. the Other droid.

Rex: "OH."

Rex: "REX FEELS SAD AND UNWANTED. REX NEEDS A HUG."

Ada stares at Rex, as if trying to contemplate how one would actually fit one's arms around it.

Rex closes the box.

Bioo: "Ada, would you start the droid's basic systems.

Rex: "REX WANT HUG. REX WANT HUG."

Rex: "HUGHUGHUGHUGHUGHUGHUGHUGHUGHUGHUG-"

Bioo: "Hug Rex first.

Ada: "OK, OK. Sheesh, Rex." Ada goes over and gives Rex a hug.

Rex opens the box and puts it on the floor.

Rex: "WOOF."

Ada: "Good boy." Ada gives Rex a petting, then reanimates MP.

Rex: Click. "OKAY, I'M THINKING THAT WAS A BAD NOISE. I'M RELEASING THE MYSTERIOUS BLUE SMOKE HERE. THAT'S BAD BECAUSE WHEN YOU SEE THE MYSTERIOUS BLUE SMOKE, ELECTRONICS DON'T WORK ANYMORE."

Bioo: "As my partner gets it running I'd like to clarify a few things.

"Such as?"

MP-X301: A slight hum becomes audible, and MP hovers out of the box. "Please state the nature of the medical NOT THE BOX! NOT THE BOX! What do you people WANT!? Jenkins needs his medications!"

Rex pokes MP.

Bioo: "Oh, just a few simple things.

Bioo: "Method of payment,

Bioo: "insurance..."

Rex: "ARE YOU GOING TO LIMBO UNDER THE POTATO PATCH LIKE YOU PROMISED? YOU PROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMISED?"

"Insurance?"

Bioo: "A trivial matter.

Rex looks at MP for a moment, then Corona. "SQUISHY SENATOR WANT TO PLAY WITH REX? REX BORED!"

Bioo: "You see, in my line of work I occasionally run across persons of a slightly untrustworthy nature.

Bioo: "So I find it helpful to implement a few minor security protocols.

Corona frowns. "Such as...?"

MP-X301: "...Senator? Corona?" MP swivels his head toward Corona, hovering back away from Rex as though frightened (easy enough). "Why do you want me? What'd I ever do to you? If this is about that parking ticket at the Senate headquarters, that was strictly medical business!"

Bioo: "Such as the timer I have ticking away in some average random location.

Bioo: "If I don't turn it off, your friend's vital circuitry will be dissolved into a pleasant raspberry scented goo.

Corona raises an eyebrow. "Friend? What friend?"

Bioo: "Your "toy" perhaps I should say.

Corona looks blank. "...what the hell are you talking about?"

Bioo: "...

Bioo: "The Droid.

Bioo: "I'll melt his chips.

Ada: "She means the bounty, MP-X301."

Ada's tone has the air of "...idiot" to it.

Corona frowns. "If you slag the robot, not only will you not be able to claim your bounty, but I'm fairly certain that he'd have me put one on you as well."

Ada: "...'He'?"

Bioo: "Guh...

Bioo: "He hires some real MENSA candidates...

Corona blinks. "Uh...I meant, me. I'd put the bounty on you...ah, crap."

Ada: "Uh-huh. So how far up does this go, exactly?"

Bioo: "Look, am I going to have to draw a freaking map?

MP-X301 grins. "That's what I was looking for."

Bioo: "Or am I just going to have to kill you?

MP-X301: "Touch that button, and I'll blow your head off, Corona."

MP-X301 raises his rifle arm and aims.

Bioo puts his/her hand on the hilt of her gun.

Corona blinks. "...ah, crap." He puts his elbows on the desk and rest his head in his hands, pouting.

Rex: Click. "YOU GET THAT THING I SENT YA?"

MP-X301: "Bioo, why don't you escort Mr. Corona away from my desk." MP hovers toward the desk.

Ada: "Time for Phase B, it seems."

Bioo gestures with her gun. "OK Dumba$$, in the corner"

Corona sighs. Wearily, he stands up and shuffles over to the corner.

Ada: "Rex, make sure nobody can get in or out of the door."

Bioo: "I really need to buy a case of appendage-cuffs at some point.

MP-X301: "Thank you, Bioo, Ada, Rex." MP hovers over and sits in the chair, smiling. "Alright, start talking. Who wants my friends dead? Why do they want me? I want answers, Corona."

Rex goes to help! By pointing the heavy repeater at Corona's head like a good doggy!

Ada: "I meant... well, actually, that works pretty well, too."

MP: Corona stares sullenly at you, but says nothing.

Bioo rifles through the desk.

Ada moves to stand in front of the door and block it herself, pistol now drawn and crossed against her chest.

MP-X301: "You know, the best part about being a medic, Corona? Not only can I break your fingers one by one in the most painful method possible, I can heal 'em, then break them again. Talk."

Ada: "I suggest you talk, Corona. MP's pretty nasty for a droid... and Rex is worse."

MP: Corona looks at you with an expression of resignation. "No."

MP-X301: "Then let's start with something a little easier. Why was I wanted alive, when my friends were wanted dead or alive?"

Rex: Click. "DEFINITION: LOVE IS MAKING A SHOT TO THE KNEES OF A TARGET 120 KILOMETERS AWAY USING AN ARATECH SNIPER RIFLE WITH A TRI-LIGHT SCOPE... LOVE IS KNOWING YOUR TARGET, PUTTING THEM IN YOUR TARGETING RETICULE, AND TOGETHER, ACHIEVING A SINGULAR PURPOSE AGAINST STATISTICALLY LONG ODDS."

Corona shrugs. "I don't know. I wasn't told."

Rex: "THE SQUISHY MEATBAG IS A PUPPET? I LIKE PUPPET SHOWS."

MP-X301: "Well said, Rex." He smiles. "Then what were you told?"

Rex: *REX LIKES

Corona looks at you, but again says nothing.

Bioo: "I am SO sick of puppets.

MP-X301: "Say, Rex, you like puppets?"

Rex: "PUPPET SHOW, PUPPET SHOW."

Ada: "Rex, fetch the puppet."

Rex: "COLON DEE."

Rex eagerly picks up the puppet with the smaller hands! :D

MP-X301: "You know, Rex, I think your puppet needs a new hairdo. Care to give him a dunk in the toilet and flush?"

Rex: "WHAT IS A 'TOILET?'"

MP-X301: "The porcelain bowl with water in it."

Rex: "OH, THE WATER BOWL."

Rex: "REX DOESN'T KNOW WHERE THE WATER BOWL IS."

MP-X301 looks around.

Rex makes the puppet dance around. "DANCEY DANCEY DANCE. DANCE, PUPPET, DANCE!"

Rex: With surprising speed, you bend down and grab the hyoo-mon by its ankle, hoisting it upside down into the air. It wiggles and kicks and screams loudly...what fun!

Rex: "DANCEY, DANCEY, DANCITY DANCE."

MP-X301: "Well, we can't afford to go out into the hallway at the moment. The swirly hairdo will have to wait."

Rex: "OOH, OOH, REX KNOWS."

Rex: "CAN REX LIGHT PUPPET ON FIRE? COLON DEE?"

Ada: "Ah, not yet."

Rex: "BUT FIRE DOESN'T KILL SQUISHIES."

Bioo tosses the jell-o gun to Ada "give him a green 'do"

MP-X301: "Let's find out how flammable he might be first. Got any information to dampen Rex's enthusiasm, Corona?"

Ada catches the gun, but waits.

MP-X301 pulls open the center desk drawer to see what is contained therein.

Corona flails around, screaming madly for a bit. When he realizes that Rex isn't about to bodyslam and/or eat him, he calms down a bit. Shaking with fear, he replies, "N-n-n-no..."

Rex: "IF REX CAN'T BURN SQUISHY, MAYBE REX CAN STEP ON SQUISHY? THIS SQUISHY HIRED THE OTHER SQUISHY THAT WORKED WITH THE SQUISHY THAT SHOT REX."

Bioo: "The first thing you notice is the big red button on the underside of the desktop. Being careful to avoid it, you rifle through the desk drawers. Your search turns up a few random memos, several ink pens, and a small handheld PDA device.

Ada: "OK, you can step on his foot."

Bioo: "Hmm.

MP-X301: "Oh, very good point, Rex."

Bioo takes the PDA

Bioo: "Ada, you might be interested in this.

MP-X301: "Oh, a Personally Demolished Assistant!"

Ada takes the PDA from Bioo. "Ooh, nice." She plays with it like a child with a new toy, albeit a child who knows what they're doing.

Rex lowers the squishy and prepares to step on one part of him that isn't vital.

Rex: "WHEN CAN REX STEP ON SQUISHY THAT INDIRECTLY HIRED SQUISHY THAT SHOT REX?"

Bioo who is now bored with the desk, looks about the room for other things to rifle through or garnish outright.

Rex: "WHEN CAN REX STEP ON SQUISHY? WHEN? WHEN? REX FEELS IMPATIENT."

MP-X301: "Step on him, Rex."

Rex steps! :D

Rex: Click. "OVERLY-INTRICATE... *COMBINATION!*"

Corona falls to the floor, and screams agonizingly loudly, as Rex's foot crushes his femur into a dozen pieces. *CRACK!*

MP-X301: "Ooo, looks like you tripped and broke your foot, Corona. Let me get out my first aid kit." MP hovers off the chair.

Rex would be wagging its tail if it had one.

MP: While Corona is distracted, you disarm the alert button, and cleverly rig it with a feedback loop that will shock anyone who tries to use it. Whee!

Rex: "SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SQUISHIES HIRE SQUISHIES TO SHOOT REX?"

Rex: Click. "WITH ALL THE SAFETY PRECAUTIONS WE ARE TAKING, CHECK THIS, CHECK THAT, YOU HAVE TO STAND BACK AND SAY: DUDE! WE ARE MAKING A ROCKET OUTTA *MEAT*!"

Corona howls in pain.

Ada is too distracted by her new plaything.

Ada: The PDA seems simple enough...you quickly guess Corona's password ("ROCKTHEVOTE") and gain access to the hard drive. The device seems to contain log files from a series of subspace communications...the dates range from today, up until several months ago.

Bioo sniggers and continues loot... er "searching" the room.

Ada peruses the log files while Corona howls "Oh, God, My Foot!" in B Minor.

MP-X301 takes the few moments to switch out the laser rifle arm for his bedpan cleaning attachment. "Oh, that's definitely not a good thing. Looks like a compound fracture. You're gonna have a long term limp, for sure." With his free hand, MP pulls out a laser pistol. "Of course, if you were a horse, medical files indicate that you'd need to be put down at this point."

Rex: "REX NOTICES THAT THE SQUISHY HAS ONE MORE LEG AND TWO ARMS THAT REX CAN SMUSH."

MP: Corona looks up at you, his face twisted in pain. "I can't answer your questions, PLEASE stop!"

MP-X301 hovers over. "Go ahead and step back, Rex. I think Corona and I need to have a chat." He drops next to him, and puts the barrel of the laser pistol to his head. "I'm almost convinced that you don't have much, but you still got the word to have this done by someone. Who?"

Rex whines and doesn't move.

As the interrogation continues, Bioo zips around the office at superhuman speed, looking into, under, behind and through just about everything in the room. She pockets several expensive-looking knick-knacks from a shelf near the desk, and finds a pouch with 127 buckazoids in it tucked into a drawer. Oh, and there's also a metal safe hidden behind a painting, but who cares about that?

Bioo 's eyes grow wide with awe.

Bioo: "Oh sweet mother of criminal intent....

Bioo caresses the safe lovingly.

MP-X301: "Who, Corona?"

Rex: "REX WANTS TO SQUISH THE SQUISHY INTO A SQUISHY PASTE TO GO TO SQUISHY SQUISH DEATH."

Bioo: "Would you keep it DOWN?!

Rex whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiines.

MP-X301: "You know, thus far you haven't given me a reason to deny Rex's desire, Corona. I've been dodging and killing the bounty hunters your little bounty has sent my way... and I'm REALLY getting tired of it."

Bioo: "Some of us have hard stuff to open.

Rex: "REX CAN BREAK OPEN STUFF. SQUISHY IS JUST JEALOUS THAT REX CAN SQUISH THE SQUISHY AND THE OTHER SQUISHY CAN'T."

Bioo: "It'd be easier to get the slimeball drunk anyway....

MP-X301: "Politicians work liquor like a tool, Bioo. Getting him drunk would only produce more campaign promises."

According to the logs, Corona has been carrying on a series of private subspace calls with another party some galactic distance away. Although the exact content of the messages isn't logged, the files do list the coordinates of the party he was talking to - a location in deep space, somewhere in the unexplored territory beyond the planet Vorl.

Ada looks up from her PDA.

Corona begs and pleads. "For Bob's sake, I can't TELL you anything! Please, PLEASE don't hurt me any more!" He actually begins to cry at this point, tears dribbling down his flushed cheeks.

Ada: "Last chance to tell us who you've been talking to, Corona... or why you can't tell us."

Bioo: "Don't you have some good drugs or something?

Corona sobs. "I can't tell you anything. I can't tell you WHY I can't tell you anything. I just...can't."

Ada waves the PDA. "Because according to this, you've been talking to *somebody*..."

MP-X301: "And who is that somebody, Ada?"

Bioo mumbles something about flerking intrigue and sets her nimble picks to work on the safe.

IC info: the files don't list a name only the logs of the transmission relay coordinates.

Ada: "I don't know who, MP, only a set of coordinates."

Bioo: "After a few minutes of caressing the lock, you hear the sweet musical *click* that signals success. You swing the safe open, revealing a sack and a stack of papers. The sack contains 1103 buckazoids in cash; the papers appear to be bearer bonds for an amount far greater than that.

MP-X301: "Ah! Coordinates! Very good. Very good indeed. I like it, Ada. I like it a lot." MP grins at Corona. "Of course, coordinates are only as good as the lack of warning the other end gets." MP pulls on the trigger of the laser pistol.

Corona continues to sob. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

MP-X301: *CLICK*! MP grins.

Bioo: "A single tear comes to Bioo's eye.

Bioo: "It....

Rex: "REX IS CONFUSED. WHY IS SQUISHY SORRY?"

Bioo: "It's so Beautiful.....

Ada: "Well, we may as well stop tormenting the fellow. If he hasn't spilled the beans by now, he either doesn't know anything, or he's got a mental block so good we'll never get through it."

MP-X301: "He's sorry that he was about to lose his life because he's a moron." MP pulls out a pair of handcuffs and slaps them on Corona's wrists, cuffing him behind his back. "Oh, by the way, Senator, stop blubbering." MP pulls out a medical kit.

MP: Corona looks up at you. "What are you going to do with me?"

Rex steps off of the squishy and looks at the damage it did. :D

Rex: Corona's left leg has been smashed thin as paper, and is bleeding profusely. I hope you're proud of yourself. Bad dog! BAD dog!

Rex: Click. "DON'T LET THEIR LOOKS DECEIVE YOU, THESE ARE ACTUALLY QUITE DEADLY."

MP-X301: "Me? I'm going to patch you up enough, then sit you in your desk chair tied up. I imagine you'll get free on your own in a couple days." MP is envisioning the senator pushing the button and sealing his fate. "Of course, it goes without saying that this magnanimous gesture is a one-time offer, and you'd best turn straight."

Bioo runs her fingers over the bonds as she slides them gently into her pack (fully intending to share later. Honest.)

MP-X301: "Bioo."

Corona sighs. "It doesn't matter. He'll find out...he'll kill me for letting you find those records." He indicates the PDA. "I'm dead..."

Bioo: "(Honest!)

Bioo: "Hmm...?

Ada: "You'd better hope we kill him first then, Senator."

Rex: "TELL REX THAT ITS A GOOD DOG AND REX WILL KILL THAT SQUISHY. IF YOU TELL REX WHO THAT SQUISHY IS, REX MEANS."

MP-X301: "You've gone awfully silent, Bioo. That means you've found something extremely valuable. You know the deal."

Rex: "REX CAN'T KILL WHO REX DOESN'T KNOW."

Corona turns white. "But then I'll die anyway!" He sobs again.

Rex: "WELL, REX CAN KILL WHO REX DOESN'T KNOW, BUT REX NEEDS TO KNOW WHERE TO FIND WHO REX IS SUPPOSED TO KILL."

Ada: "Die anyway?"

Rex: "AAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAA, WHY ARE SQUISHIES SO SOBBY AND CRY-Y?"

Bioo: "Yeah, I just thought we might want to make a timely exit.

MP-X301: "Well, Senator, sounds like you'll have a little bit of a head start, if you catch my drift. I'd suggest a timely resignation might be in order." MP begins working over his foot with the contents of the medkit.

Corona goes silent...he simply sits and sighs tiredly as you tend to his leg.

MP-X301: "Now, Corona. Why will you die if we kill these people?"

"I can't tell you."

Bioo: "Guh!

Rex: "WHY DON'T SQUISHIES HAVE PLACES TO PLUG IN AND DOWNLOAD INFORMATION?"

Ada shrugs her arms as if acceding to the universe. "Well, it was nice knowing you then, Senator."

Bioo slaps the Senator upside the head!

MP-X301: "Funny. Solutions tend to arrive when we're around, Senator. You just got on the wrong end of the problem/solution equation."

Bioo: "For Feets sake! do you have a flerking ship in your head or what?!

Corona cradles his inured leg...or, rather, he WOULD, if his hands were free.

MP-X301: "Leave him be. He's a pawn in this. A really bad one. Rex, Bioo, would you help the Senator back to his chair?"

Bioo grumbles.

Rex picks up the meanieface senator who hired the squishy that worked with the squishy that shot it and puts the squishyface senator in his squishyface chair.

Corona screams again as Rex manhandles him.

Rex: "SQUISHY IS LOUD."

Rex: Click. "PINK, YOU KNOW, PINK! AND NOT EVEN A TASTEFUL PINK, BUT A FLUORESCENT PINK!"

MP-X301 hovers over to Corona again, putting the bedpan cleaning attachment in his face, and running it's nasty-looking (and smelling) apparatus before his eyes. "Look deep in your soul, Corona. Look deep in there and decide where your loyalties lie. Or we'll be back to extract the deep down insides out personally." He stares into his eyes. "Let's go, everyone."

Rex: Click. "AND, ISN'T SANITY REALLY JUST A ONE-TRICK PONY ANYWAY? I MEAN, ALL YOU GET IS ONE TRICK, RATIONAL THINKING, BUT WHEN YOU'RE GOOD AND CRAZY, OOOH, OOOH, OOOH, THE SKY IS THE LIMIT."

Bioo: "Can you at least tell us where the back door is?

Corona raises an eyebrow. "We're over 60 stories up. The "back door" is right through that window..."

Rex: "OOH, OOH, CAN REX SMASH BUILDING? COLON DEE?"

MP-X301: "No, Rex, but thank you. We'll need you to smash buildings in the near future, I'm sure."

MP-X301 pulls out his beret, puts it on his head, and switches out his bedpan tool for his rifle arm. "Let's blast off this rock before I get dirt in my hoverlifts."