Sturm's Escape

[Sir Lighter of Elsewhere]

(OOC: Note, I am not trying to make a long thread here, just some record of Sturm escaping from room. I know what you're thinking, but I have an idea... I have a plot forming. Read on. OH! If any staff have issues here, I will fix it. I had Sturm in prison, and he needs to leave now.)

Six months ago...

Sturm starred at the endless void of the room. "Damn damn damn it all." Sturm had been stuck in the room for 2 years now. They managed to lock him in the game so he couldn't log out. He was stuck paying for his crime. "Damn the jerk who hired me to kill the Chief. Fifty thousand gold pieces, a large jet aircraft, and an old cloak... Damn. Oh well." He'd muttered those same words every day for the last five months. He got up and pulled a knife out from his bandoleer. He twirled the knife in his fingers, then threw it off into the distance. Slowly, he walked to pick it up. After about a kilometer, he found it. Or at least, one the other knives he's thrown. Suddenly, a portal opened, and fifty Angels stepped out. Sturm muttered a few words. "Here for a shot at the big one?" The lead Angel shook his head. "No, you are getting transferred. Ragnarok, the large, soon to orbit space station. You get to be inmate number 000000000000001. Lucky, huh?" Sturm glared and turned away. His mind raced, thinking of how to exploit this. They need to take me out to transfer me, right? Yes. There, I will make my move. "Get over here slime ball," Barked the leader. "We don't have all day." Obediently, Sturm obeyed. The Angels surrounded him, then started to lead him out the portal. Sturm slid a knife from his bandoleer, then lodged it in the leaders skull. He darted for the portal. In his years in the Room, he's trained for this day. He saw the portal Start to close. He pushed his body harder than he had ever dreamed possible. He dived, and slid through the portal at the last second. "HAHAAHAHA! it worked I'm--- SHIT!" The Angels were everywhere. Sturm started throwing knives at anything that moved. He darted for the open path, running at full speed. If only I had my sword... Sturm saw a massive gate loom ahead. He felt spells strike his body. "AAAAARGGGGGGHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGTHTERERER" Sturm fell to the ground. He saw three dozen Angels approach him. Sturm flipped over and stumbled to the gate. More angels surrounded him. He dodged the spells, and kept moving. That was all that was necessary. Just movement. The gate was closer. More Angels were on his tail. Sturm pushed his body again. He ran to the gate, and pushed. The gate stayed shut. Sturm sunk down. He pulled his Desert Eagle out and started to fire. The gates creaked open, and all the Angels flew out of the building. (OOC: This is when the Angels stormed the first The Order of the Silver Star HQ. The Angels piled in and killed everybody. Darklighter managed to escape, but nobody else. For more, see The Order of the Silver Star in guilds) Sturm stumbled out and looked around. He knew needed resources, people, and weapons. The plan called for it. And he needed to follow the plan. Sturm found himself in the Core, standing in the middle of the city. He wandered around, looking for his headquarters. He saw Angels fly back to the building. The gates closed, and he was free. Sturm wandered up to the HQ. It was in an dark corner of the Core, away from everything. He saw the place in flames. The Angels sacked it... No... my people... my plan... Sturm saw charred bodies in the halls, burn marks on walls, and ash everywhere. He check the Phantom's rooms. In one, a charred body lay grasping a sword. He checked the other, but there was no one. Darklighter had made it out. Sturm calmly left the old HQ. Words escaped him. He'd dedicated his life to The Order of the Silver Star, and now, there was nothing. He knew Darklighter was alive, but perhaps he was on an assignment, and was still alive. Sturm also knew he'd be found if he stayed here and waited. Sturm darted from the building and found a transporter to Cyra. He stepped through, and disappeared.