The door they had entered through began to sustain damage from the other side. What sounded like a vulcan cannon began raking the outside, followed by the muted thumps and roars of explosions. It slowly began to deform and buckle, but its durability was certainly impressive.

( Pardon any... crappies here. Focus is a bit off, but i didn't want to hold every one up. )

"Neither of us have the time, nor would this be the place if we had to discuss such matters."

He'd stop speaking once more as the sounds of the assault on the door started echo. With impending intrusion the speaker would proceed from the ill lit row into the light and take a few steps towards the direction of the doorway before pausing.

"As for me, I am simply something that wishes to leave this place with my new found mobility."

What stepped into the light was perhaps not what may have expected. It was a vaguely humanoid robot based loosely on an as-of-yet unused eggman design, though heavily modified to be much sleeker in design, with nearly all its framework enclosed in smooth, protective, rounded plates in addition to actual arms. As the machine walked, its legs remained partially crouched position, yet given the modified avian design of its legs it still easily remained likely a foot taller then those of the nearby group.

"Do none of you find it odd this chaos ensued shortly after you arrived here in the depths of this facility? Regardless, you will soon be given a chance to release your hostilities..., I'd prefer if it was not toward me."

Rock didn't answer. After all, his options were to lie or say something discouraging. He was having to figure it out as he went.

The first task was easy enough, and he completed it quickly. He had a timed detonator, the necessary wiring, and some detcord. Within seconds, the Chaosol Emerald was wrapped like a pretty little present and prepped, but not yet.

The second task was less simple. They had a horde of robots outside, and possibly troops. Eliminating at least one threat would help considerably. He began to scour the surrounding area.

He found an elaborate white, black, and silver composite container about the size of a footlocker. Inside... Chaos Drives. There were quite a few of those containers—probably something to do with the freaky army of artificial life forms. Unfortunately, useless to Rock at the moment. He quickly realized they could be useful to someone else, however, grabbed the case set it on the slick floor, and sent it zooming in the direction of the group with a swift shove of his boot.

"Ace! Here's ammo!" he shouted, then turned back to searching.


The door began to crack open at the center. It was too durable to come down all at once, with extensive segments reaching into the ceiling and floor, but the area where it joined at the center was a weak point, and it was bursting inward toward the group. Not too many shots spilled in yet, though. Most of the fire still seemed to be focused on the door itself, to make a more accessible opening. Nothing was trying to get in... yet. But if anyone chanced a glance through, they'd see a Hotshot walker and plenty of hunters outside to start shooting at.


Meanwhile, Rock was still working. He had one of Coop's blasting caps and a little more detcord. What could go with it?

He found a spool of copper wire under the counter; a box on the floor containing some useless lab supplies, but some foam packing sheets, which he for some reason found more interesting; a screwdriver in a toolkit; and, a metal cylinder that looked like the kind that was protruding from the backs of the freaky troops' heads.

"Have to do," he muttered, and set to work like a man possessed.