Lox
01-27-2012, 10:46 PM
The morning slumber of the many rebels sleeping in the underground headquarters of the Hands, was disturbed suddenly by a violent explosion that shook the very walls surrounding them, the vibrations literally being heard because of the sheer power of the detonation. It wasn't long after that every Hand in the headquarters was scrambling for his or her weapons and running towards their stations in the belief that they were being attacked by the Machinum.
After a while, however, they came to the conclsuion that there was no attack, no Machinum soldiers pouring into their underground lair. But the heavy smoke permeating the air told everybody the explosion had indeed been real. And it had originated, as with most trouble that ever happened in the lair, in the laboratory of the Mad Scientist, the Claw's personal physician, and an inventor of pure brilliance or madness, depending on who one asked. Soon, a large group of rebels were once again standing outside his lab, voicing their fury and complaints at his lab assistant, a young lad named Caldwell, who meekly tried to apologize.
Inside the laboratory, the smoke was so heavy in the air that it was difficult to breathe without coughing. Even the Mad Scientist himself was coughing as he looked at the crater on his heavy wooden desk, where once a test tube had been.
"No luck yet?" Ned Lowe asked where he stood with his arms crossed at a safe distance from the Mad Scientist's latest invention - or attempt to invent something.
"I wouldn't - cough - say that, Mr - cough - Lowe. I think I may - cough - have invented a new kind of - cough - explosives. Unfortunately, that is not - cough - what I have been asked - cough - to find. But I am - cough, cough - very close now, I believe. I only need another - cough - couple of days. Tell Master Claw that it shall be done in time."
"Very well. But be careful with the fire from now on. I'm not sure how many explosions of this magnitude that this damn sewer can take." Lowe muttered as he turned to leave the Mad Scientist's laboratory. As he reached the angry crowd outside he made a gesture with his hands, as if shooing them off. "Yes, yes, I know, you are all angry about being so apruptly woken up, and so on and so forth. This is work being done on request from the Claw himself. Get back to your posts. There's nothing to see here! Shoo!"
As the group begrudgingly scattered, Lowe made his course towards the Central Chambers, where the Claw usually resided. He and several other members of the Hands had been called there early this morning to receive instructions for a mission, a mission that would take them far from the civilized cities of Europe. Even Lowe himself didn't know any more details than that, as secrecy was of utmost importance, or so it would seem.
After a while, however, they came to the conclsuion that there was no attack, no Machinum soldiers pouring into their underground lair. But the heavy smoke permeating the air told everybody the explosion had indeed been real. And it had originated, as with most trouble that ever happened in the lair, in the laboratory of the Mad Scientist, the Claw's personal physician, and an inventor of pure brilliance or madness, depending on who one asked. Soon, a large group of rebels were once again standing outside his lab, voicing their fury and complaints at his lab assistant, a young lad named Caldwell, who meekly tried to apologize.
Inside the laboratory, the smoke was so heavy in the air that it was difficult to breathe without coughing. Even the Mad Scientist himself was coughing as he looked at the crater on his heavy wooden desk, where once a test tube had been.
"No luck yet?" Ned Lowe asked where he stood with his arms crossed at a safe distance from the Mad Scientist's latest invention - or attempt to invent something.
"I wouldn't - cough - say that, Mr - cough - Lowe. I think I may - cough - have invented a new kind of - cough - explosives. Unfortunately, that is not - cough - what I have been asked - cough - to find. But I am - cough, cough - very close now, I believe. I only need another - cough - couple of days. Tell Master Claw that it shall be done in time."
"Very well. But be careful with the fire from now on. I'm not sure how many explosions of this magnitude that this damn sewer can take." Lowe muttered as he turned to leave the Mad Scientist's laboratory. As he reached the angry crowd outside he made a gesture with his hands, as if shooing them off. "Yes, yes, I know, you are all angry about being so apruptly woken up, and so on and so forth. This is work being done on request from the Claw himself. Get back to your posts. There's nothing to see here! Shoo!"
As the group begrudgingly scattered, Lowe made his course towards the Central Chambers, where the Claw usually resided. He and several other members of the Hands had been called there early this morning to receive instructions for a mission, a mission that would take them far from the civilized cities of Europe. Even Lowe himself didn't know any more details than that, as secrecy was of utmost importance, or so it would seem.