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Who: Nicki and Arthas
Where: Empty cabin, 6th floor
When: Right after that
Warnings: Violence/Death
Nicki had waited around the corner while Arthas conned his Warden out of his room. He prayed he didn’t get that maniacal evil grin while he was trying to convince him, that was a dead give away.
But it had worked, and the coast was clear. He waited for his communicator to go off with the message to move in.
Nicki followed the plan; crack into the room, make it through any obstacles, and bring the box back to Arthas’ room.
He started with giving the lock on the door a examination, trying to figure out how to open it. He opted in the end to just kick it until it busted open. It took more then a few tries, back home his strength would have let him crack it with just his hand. Nicki walked in, giving the place a casual look around, the box was just…there. No traps, nothing exciting. Oh well, the excitement would come, he told himself.
He’d stopped to cock his head, silently tracing the strange symbols on the box with his eyes, when his communicator going off pulled him out of the revere. He hocked the box over his shoulder, -it was easy for him to carry. He’d assumed it was one of the reasons Arthas went to him- and he shut the door the best he could, to give a few seconds of doubt before the alarms were raised.
As fast as he still could, he zipped to the room on the 6th floor, and dropped the box in the middle of the room. What a simple, easy thing. A lock and a box, a few flights of stairs. And out of it would come death and destruction that would flood the ship.
Where: Empty cabin, 6th floor
When: Right after that
Warnings: Violence/Death
Nicki had waited around the corner while Arthas conned his Warden out of his room. He prayed he didn’t get that maniacal evil grin while he was trying to convince him, that was a dead give away.
But it had worked, and the coast was clear. He waited for his communicator to go off with the message to move in.
Nicki followed the plan; crack into the room, make it through any obstacles, and bring the box back to Arthas’ room.
He started with giving the lock on the door a examination, trying to figure out how to open it. He opted in the end to just kick it until it busted open. It took more then a few tries, back home his strength would have let him crack it with just his hand. Nicki walked in, giving the place a casual look around, the box was just…there. No traps, nothing exciting. Oh well, the excitement would come, he told himself.
He’d stopped to cock his head, silently tracing the strange symbols on the box with his eyes, when his communicator going off pulled him out of the revere. He hocked the box over his shoulder, -it was easy for him to carry. He’d assumed it was one of the reasons Arthas went to him- and he shut the door the best he could, to give a few seconds of doubt before the alarms were raised.
As fast as he still could, he zipped to the room on the 6th floor, and dropped the box in the middle of the room. What a simple, easy thing. A lock and a box, a few flights of stairs. And out of it would come death and destruction that would flood the ship.