Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160412075753/@comment-5543592-20160601223342

A bolt of electricity shot out and stabbed through the back of Boss' thigh, singing flesh and cauterizng muscle, sending him to a knee

"Fuck!" He growled, as eletricity crawled up his leg and wracked his body, causing his arm to spasm. He dropped to his hands and knees as more bolts of lightning struck the ground near him, running his arms and across his body, the only thing keeping him from being fried was the ability for the charge to transition, but that could be disrupted any second.

The pain was immense, as every nerve in his body was overloading with sensory input, breaking down on his will power.

Three nights ago...

The group by the bus, until the night. The Boss slunk off before then, dropping back into his old Delta Force training as he crossed the landscape, back towards the Science building.

He arrived at a pile of junk first, and began to fiddle with it, before removing a holotape. He stood up and didn't look back at TOM-E's rusting carcass as he pressed ahead.

The science building was empty, and as the Boss moved through it, he was certain to stay out of sight from cameras.

He passed through the decontamination hallway with much less surprise than the group had felt when they'd encountered it.

He strode into the FEV lab, then climbed through the broken glass of the observation room, setting the holotape into the terminal's receptacle, then headed into the FEV chamber, pulling off his clothes and tossing them out, then sealing the door behind himself. He waited the five second countdown patiently before FEV began to rise and fill the chamber.

He'd ground up corpses of bandits and put them into the oildrum TOM-E had been carrying around. The master, and his four psyker, had all acquired their powers by absorbing people. The Boss hadn't told Tanner that portion of the procedure, because if the boy had known he probably would've been conflicted for some stupid reason.

The FEV rose up to his waist now. Not one for a sense of drama, the Boss, dropped and ducked his head under, holding his breath. He was still holding it when the level dropped back down, so that his head was out.

The green fluid had washed over him, getting into the worn, rough lines, all across his body, and his skin took on an unusual hue of green.

He frowned at that, before heading outside and redressing, then passing through the decontamination chamber once again, which cleaned the green tinge from his skin.

The Boss pushed down on the handle to force the door open, but it didn't budge. He tried again, and it refused to move. Locked, or perhaps jamped.

With a furrowed brow, he glanced down at the palm of his right hand, then held it out to the door, hovering a few inches away from the knob. His stare was intent, the memory of his conversation with the Beastlord just a year ago now coming back to him.

The lock clicked.

The Boss rose again, moving forward through the field of coils, but the lightning rebuffed now somewhat, and instead struck the ground around him, or sailed past. His wounded leg had support now, and he squeezed some more distance towards the reactor.