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Vratislav decides not to say anything about Hirata's method of handing over the gun. Instead he turns to the person he hadn't seen yet. "Ah, I do not believe we've met."

Vratislav shrugs. "If you think so... Hey, would you mind trading that gun for Greg's? No offense but you're... tiny."

Vratislav points to the two mooks he picked up. "I am in danger. That's why I've recruited people to keep me safe. Any misguided notions you have about the dependability of others are on you."

Vratislav rolls his eyes at the comment. "I'm not opposed to fighting, I just would be dead weight at best in a fight so I don't. But what's bothersome is that you didn't stop to consider that the sounds of you fighting might attract actual enemies that would take advantage of your weakened state to kill you, or, if this was one of my normal sites for exploration, much worse. This isn't some ideological problem, this is purely the fact that you both could have died and as sad as I am to admit it in your case, that would drastically weaken the group as a whole."

Vratislav stares at the oriental woman for a few moments before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. He holds the pose for a few seconds before crossing his arms, looking like a disappointed father. "You know, I would expect this behavior from the people I hire, and only that when they're at sanity's end... but for this to come from people I'd hoped to consider my equals.... I'm quite disappointed over all, I'm going to be blunt."

Vratislav gestures to the door he came from. "Just follow the way you can go through the door I just came from. There's a whole automated garden there apparently. If you just want the plants though, I'd request that you don't touch the equipment. The hamlet could always use more food and that garden would be a step in the right direction.... But really, what happened with those two? I didn't think I'd been gone that long." Vratislav points between to the two beaten women.

Vratislav inspects the plant for anything else of note, and then nods to himself. He'd been to the weald enough to know not to touch weird plants. That's why he went back to the room with the others. "If it's of interest to anyone, I found some form of automatic garden with an interesting plant in it... wait what happened? Were you guys ambushed?"

Vratislav shakes his head. "They're missing the obvious use of them. Flesh eating crickets would be great for disposal in large enough numbers.... Right then, carrying on." Vratislav leads on to the next door.

Vratislav looks around, slightly confused. He considers asking his question... After a moment he turns to Greg, having decided that this is important enough to seem silly. "What military application do crickets serve?"

Vratislav takes the stick back and begins collapsing it as his group heads down to explore the unexplored room.

Fingers Drifts into the fray in the South East, revving the engines of the tank as she goes. Arminius looses an arrow at the bombers. "If anyone can use fire I'd advise using it on the crate guys! Hopefully that'll set their bombs off!" Piglet actions: Tank Arminius actions

Vratislav looks around before holding up a fist for Greg and Rout1 to stop. "There's something here most likely. Greg, take this and tap the walls and the floors with it as you go. If there's a false wall it'll be hollow and if there's a trap you're more likely to trigger it without stepping on it." Vratislav hands three sections of a collapsible pole to Greg and waits for him to screw them together before gesturing for him to lead on.

Vratislav shrugs and pulls out what turns out to be a chain shirt. "Thought I might find another.... thing to work for me. Now arms up." Vratislav puts the shirt on the zombie then leads his group through the door near the former pile.

Vratislav looks at the door next to the pile of bodies. Then he looks at the pile. He looks back and forth a few times before sighing. The things he does for supplies... "Greg, this is gonna suck, and it's dirty as shit. But help me look through the pile here for anything useful."

Vratislav watches Chelchis start pulling apart the machine. He initially considers stopping her, but figures she'll either figure out it's a bad idea, get the machine running, or get hurt and stop. So he leaves to check out the room that he hadn't been in yet.

Arminius calmly made his way to the tower. He didn't actually know who it was that was there but he could tell they had some kind of long range weapon, and likely one that would be good for taking down important targets. Arminius requests that Amelie aim for the goblins maintaining the little order there is first. (Drummers, Bannermen, Big Goblins.) With that out of the way, Arminius preps the tank with the cactus cocktail as Piglet gets into it. Arminius action: Poison the tank's choppy bits. Piglet action: Start Driving the tank. Also consume an Ironskin Potion. Piglet Actions. Arminius' actions.

"Hm, so they use the dead for work here? But they still under go some decay.... Hm, I'm going to have to look at their techniques and see if it can be improved on even with my admittedly... lower tech alternatives. My ancestor you see, he had a most interesting hobby of raising the dead. In fact in his personal store room was one of the results of those studies. It was for all intents and purposes a dead body, from someplace in the Far East. Apparently, according to his notes, you could get it to serve you with the right kind of seal. Thankfully, the old bastard bit the dust before that... Now that I think of it though, I haven't seen it since." His tangent having run it's course, Vratislav blinks. "Ah, we should try getting the body out shouldn't we?"

Vratislav nods. After a moment he starts sniffing. "Do you smell that? Smells kind of like... pine maybe?"

"I will note that... Wait, why not?" Vratislav looks back at his companion in confusion as he approaches the fallen one. He was used to plants being corrupted into twisted mockeries of nature of course, but he figured it's be best to find out why in case there were some truly dire circumstances.

As Vratislav leads Greg towards the Robot Hall he figures he should do some small talk to calm the man down. "So, this is some kind of great armory I take it? Anything I should know going forward? About you, our enemies, the environment, stuff like that.

Vratislav almost sighs. Is it too much to ask for good help these days? Oh well, the quicker they deal with this the quicker he can try to assuage the paranoia of his new employee. He briefly steps into his own universe before returning with some rather shoddy armor. He hands it off to Greg. "Put this on, it'll help you a little at least. And be quick, the faster we get to the computer the less likely it is that our enemies will notice us and the less likely it will be that the "Chip" works it's foul magics."

"Now then, we were sent to deal with the problem at this facility. I suppose you could consider us the new management. As you're still alive, why don't you come along with us as a mercenary? I can promise you a free place to stay, free entertainment, free food, free equipment and training, and free medical care once we leave. All I ask is that you leave seventy five precent of any valuables to me." Vratislav stands up and offers his hand to Greg.

Vratislav gestures to Greg as if to say, "See what I mean?" before sighing and heading over. He pulls from his bag greenish bottle that seems scratches up and... is that a skull on the label? It's either that or a bottle being poured out. He holds it out to Greg, trying to look somewhat kind. "Hey, drink this. It'll guard your mind against the horrors you've seen for now."

Vratislav rolls his eyes. "Getting shot may not be a problem for you, but it's a problem for the rest of us. Besides, do you know how silly you look jumping straight to pointing a gun at a single guy sitting in a corner? It makes you look weak, like you need a weapon to be confident in your power even against a single human."

Shortly after getting up, having had the wind knocked out of him by the drop, Vratislav had disappeared. Soon however he would return with a large bag. He sighed as he looked around before settling on the group crowding the new person. With a groan he walks up next to Chelchis. "Don't point a gun at the poor guy, he's scared out of his mind and Light knows what he'll do when confronted with a threat. Oi, the rest of you! Buzz off, give the man space! You're just gonna scare him more if you crowd him like that!"