Curratore Dam [WIDE OPEN]
Tugged with zealous resolve, a balaclava masked a fresh face. The action repeated itself five times, over five different faces. All present bore a trauma, i.e. an excuse. Anxious hearts filled the room, eye contact without eye contact. “Alright, it's time!” sandpaper words broke the mourning. A blinding shaft of light flushed out the dank basement as the stairwell door whined open on its hinge. The crew rushed the steps screaming a mantra of independence for the Tusqualun Elves.
Air rippled into spots of crackling plasma at the request of a capable psionicist. Each anomaly morphed from gas, to plasma, to solid. Once solid, the objects pooled into a whirling orbit of pentagonal and hexagonal discs. Unseen forces converged within the notion of each edge; the simplicity of every polygon silenced the psionicist's mind. The utter absence of chaos provided a level of placidity necessary to transmute matter and energy. The discs span out of their column and formed two separate balls. A translucent avatar phased into the space between the two containers, her garment marked her as a sister of Radasanth's mysterious monk order.
The polygonal containers and their spectral adept floated over an industrial spectacle: the Curratore Dam located outside the Alerian capital of Ettermire. Cement formed the dour core of the structure, carved pink granite blocks provided an ornate and functional façade. The breadth of the river at the point of blockage was less than a hundred feet, the drop from the overflow was a maximum of forty feet. To accommodate overflow there were three broad arches, each opening was defended by gargantuan gates of stalwart steel. Six million gallons occupied the reservoir behind the dam.
Two combatants suffered the instant wretch of a vacuum, a force tore open the moment's fabric and consumed them. They plunged along a chromatic maelstrom. Each cell was issued one contender from the pair. The temporary prisoners were graced with a projection of the monk's face on the interior wall of their respective containers. Through a simultaneous broadcast, the monk spoke to them.
“I am Sister Aug Lea, a member of the Ai'Brone Monks of Radasanth's Citadel. I have used the powers of my order to act outside the walls of the Citadel. I have done so at the request of a powerful faction within in the Alerian government. I am not taking payment, this is above all else a principled endeavour. When my actions are uncovered I will undoubtedly be excommunicated.
“We are at the location of a genuine crisis. Below is the site of a Tusqualun Separatist Union attack. The target is the Curratore Dam. Their team is six strong, each is carrying an explosive charge. Three are heading to the foot of the dam, while another three are aiming for the top section. After placing their explosives, a seventh will detonate from an unknown location in the surrounding area. Your objective will be, of course, to prevent the destruction of this dam.
“You are not the only person I have summoned, another has also been selected to complete this task with you. Consider it a competition, the best performer will be given a reward by the Alerian Government. In addition, the winner will be offered the role of special advisor to Alerian Foreign Ministry. When this is over I will have my healing powers at my disposal, no different than had this taken place under one of the Citadel's illusion. As long as I have not been apprehended by that point.”
Thread Structure Notes
- All explosives placed by post 5.
- Detonation occurs on post 12.
- Detonation post responsibilities fall on you!