Utterly Mad

"Gah, damn it. Looks like this thing is probably beyond repair now." He said as he sat the remains on the front lobby desk. He then looks over at the gal who nearly spilled her soup and said, "Sorry about that."

He would then grab his hammer and do his usual maintenance on it.

Marcus shakes his head, muttering something about how the kidnapping scum would pay. He checked his weapons and then set off in that direction.

The Rescue Team
The Wonders of Technology Push Us Further
Two-Paw follows the footprints left in the soft sand all the way up to the asphalt, where even its advanced cameras could not track the indentions made by their feet. For a human, this would mean to start guessing, but for a twelve foot tall mech chock full of warp-age sensors, it just meant switching gears. The mech stops for a second at the road, and then continues on with renewed interest. You proceed down the street, and turn a corner. Two-Paw stops. Looking down the street, it is bordered by a number of ruined old apartments and condos, but further down you see a well-fortified apartment building. The viewfinder on your HUD says it's about four blocks away. Looking closely, you see no movement, and Two-Paw makes no noise. It just watches.

The Survivors
The Lobby
Vae looks, shrugs, and continues eating. Before you can get started calibrating the reaction wheels in your hammer, she makes a double take and a certain spark lights up in her eyes. She says "Is that a Mark Three Phoenix Cannon?"

The Rooftop
You grab the rifle and ascend the stairs to the roof. You feel particularly stealthy. Checking all sides of the apartment, you see nothing new to the north, south, or west, but to your east you see a very curious sight indeed. A trio, two heavily armored soldier types carrying two very large guns, and one mech the size of a car and the shape of a box are marching north on an avenue about four blocks away. They stop once they've reached your apartment's street.

The Warehouse
he picks up his gun again and blasts your head away
He makes a sound, something between a laugh and a whimper, when you tell your puns. "Of course! He's making cheese puns. Punny. Heheh- Hoo." Their voice sounds fairly masculine. You'd guess he's somewhere His laughter gets quieter, and he soon falls silent. After a moment of this, he adjusts his posture in the chair, sitting up tall and fixing his lab coat lapel, he says "Who are you? What are you doing here? No cheese jokes, now. I want answers."

((Sorry for the short update. Busy day.))

Marcus looks at the mech for a few moments.

"Not so quick Peri. I think Paw is playing bloodhound and pointing us to the target. Lets proceed with caution, lets say cover every 20 meters and then re evaluation once we get close."

Waylon pauses for a few second, finding just how he should word his story.

"I am Waylon the Cheese Priest. I am on a mission given the Giant Cheese Monster with two goals in mind: Bring peace and tranquility to this demon-ridden land, and sacrifice cheese and the flesh of all firstborn to the Giant Cheese Monster so he can come back to full strength, which he has not had since the demons attacked."

"You probably know these demons to their more common name: "Bloodthirsty mutant bastards."

"Once these things have been accomplished, the Giant Cheese Monster will have the power to bring the galaxy, or even universe into a state of knowledge, peace, and happiness."

"These demons are led by a vile creature known as the Flying Spaghetti Monster. As such, all tentacle-y creatures are extremely demonic, and one is not allowed to eat noodly foods. But I've gotten off-topic with too much information, so I'll stop ranting now, as you probably don't want to have to listen to my inane ravings."

The Survivors
The Lobby
Vae looks over, and says "Wow. Those guys work fast." with an air of impression. She sets her empty bowl on the counter and hops down, walking across the room to the door. She peeks through one of the cracks in the barricade and elaborates. "For Twin Suns, business is always priority. To them, people are assets and assets are credits. Even if it meant violating a galactically recognized quarantine, TSS would still try and avoid losing money." She turns back to Aaron. "Which means that their customer service sucks, but at least I get to go home."

The Warehouse
The man mutters "And I thought I was the crazy one." His head turns to the left, and his voice gets less gravelly. "You are." It snaps to the right. "Shut up." He shakes his head, and appears to regain his composure. "You said something about peace? I might be able to help you with that." He pushes off the floor with his feet and his chair slides over to the desk. With his right hand, he reaches over the desk and presses a button on the base of the lamp. Suddenly, the floor shudders, and then the section of concrete you and the man are standing on starts to descend into the ground.

You are faced with a choice: Jump away, and remain on the surface. Stay with your people, in the world you know where night is soon to come. Or remain, and descend into the unknown with a madman and his revolver.

The Rescue Team
The Intersection
You two move from cover to cover, vaulting over ruined cars and mailboxes, all while staying more or less completely hidden. Two-Paw clunks across the street, squeezing into alleys and trying to stay hidden, but that kind of thing is hard for a giant walking machine.

By and by, you soon reach the street corner as night begins to fall upon the dead city. You feel a cool breeze flow past your bodies, and the city is silent. You cannot see any movement inside the apartment, and you are currently hidden behind a burnt out shell of a sedan across the intersection from the stout apartment complex.

>Roll for cleaning... Critical hit! Your hammer is so clean, it's as good as new!

Vae looks over. "Really? How so?"