Chris - Kamikaze style...

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"Get that field down!" Jay called. The mollopod language was surprisingly foreign to most of the crew, so their first instinct was to shove a cattle prod into the control panel. At first, the force field seemed to expand, and strengthen.... Several drunks who were leaning against the stone pillars were electrocuted and sent flying across the cell into another force field in a pinball effect before they all shorted out.
Sparks flew around the room as the final force fields dissipated, letting out the rest of the crew. Outside the Mollopod had set up a machine gun post, and turned the entire prison block into a single huge cell for the humans.
"Don't shoot them too much, steel doesn't add very good flavour." one of them said to the team that manned the weapons.
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Who: Chris, Jay, Phil, Amber, Rosette, Rufus etc etc
When: After the forcefields had been disabled
Where: Prison Block - Mollopod Planet
Chris stood, spurred on by the excitement of all that had happened in the last five minutes, in the prison block, with the gun that he had thankfully been teleported to the planet with, raised and pointed out the door, firing at anything that looked remotely sluggish in nature. There was a disturbance in the air outside the door, next to the machine gun post, before the ship's health and safety officer appeared, having been shot by a 'tag', landing on one mollopod before squirting some form of liquid into the eyes of another.
Chris was completely bewildered, but after doing a brief calculation in his head, decided that this was the best time to advance, while the enemy was in disarray. He turned to Jay.
"Permission to do something incredibly stupid?"
"Wouldn't recognize you if you didn't, Chris - granted." Jay said with a smile on his face, nodding.
"Rosette!" Chris shouted, before throwing his gun to her. He then drew a short sword, much to the amazement of the crew.
"I like to have a back-up weapon besides a gun while my GunBlade is being repaired and erm...modified" he said, winking, then throwing the remaining smoke grenade he had left from the riot on the promenade out the door.
He waited for it to explode, before yelling "Push forward!" and running out the door and quickly rolling over behind the unconcious mollopod (that had been hit by an unexpected flying health and safety officer) for protection, replacing the sword in its hilt and snatching an interesting device he assumed was a gun up off the floor.
There were several mollopods remaining that were out of range of the smoke grenade, all armed, and all incredibly pissed off, Chris noted, as a barrage of bullets flew centimetres over his head, one grazing his forearm as he moved to return fire.
"Son of a bitch!" he yelled, clutching his arm and applying pressure to stop the bleeding.
"I could use a little help, ladies and gents - it's not exactly a cocktail party out here!" he shouted in the direction of the crew, who were only now proceeding to move out of the prison block.
<Tag - how do we get out this?>