Jon waited for the worst to happen as the power came on, fully expecting some monstrosity to jump out of the pod. He slowly reached for one of his I.E.Ds (That's 'Improvised Explosive Device') and waited. And waited. And waited some more. And a little more for good measure.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, that's kind of disappointing actually.</span>he thought as he went to check on the monitor. Sure enough, it was frozen and covered in garbled text. Obviously the thing was beyond needing a simple power source: This thing's internals were ruined.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Well, no sense sticking around here...</span>he thought as he retrieved the Power Gem. He swiftly pulled it out, resulting in the lights once again going offline. He turned to leave, but stumbled over... something. With a curse, he got up and walked back to vent his frustration on the offending object, but on closer inspection it turned out to be a book. Curiosity had taken hold of him at this point so he sat down, cracked a glow-rod, and began to read.<br/><br/>Apparently Jon had just found some guy's journal, and judging from it's condition the thing had to be relatively new. The thing started off as a somewhat boring travelogue, but then it mentioned Tempest. Only with some kinda dumb name. He rolled his eyes and continued.<span style="font-style: italic">Somethings fixing the place? I've never noticed anything, and I've been out here for eight years now!</span>he thought. Though admittedly, he had never gone this far into the city before. And then it said something about... Droids? What the fuck is a droi- Oh! do they mean androids?<span style="font-style: italic">good job, idiot...</span>He thought to himself.<br/><br/>He would have continued, but then he heard something... Something was coming this way, and fast.<span style="font-style: italic">Did those bandits find a way down here? how did they figure out I was down here!? What am I gonna do!?</span>He paniced internally. He thought for a second, and decided that there was only one way out of this mess. But he only had the one, he didn't want to waste it... but it wouldn't do him any good if he died.<br/><br/>He quickly doused the glow rod and stashed the book on one of his belts, as he reached for his most valuable explosive: a P-967 Shock Mine. This thing was designed to be the ultimate in non-lethal defensive equipment, and these things did not dissappoint. This was only the second one he'd ever found intact, and was still pissed about wasting the other one on an Iguana. He coulda swore it was a bandit...<br/><br/>He wasted no time in setting it up in the center of the room and covering it in a conspicuous pile of junk. He made sure this one had a manual detonator after the last time, he wasn't wasting it. As soon as he heard that pile of scrap metal move, he would push the button. He then scurried off into a dark corner and hid, pulling his mask on so his pale face wouldn't stand out against the dark background. He also took out the nightstick he found a few weeks back, just in case the mine didn't get 'em all...<br/><br/>Come get some, bandit scum.