<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Payne1_zpsde90e142.jpg)</div><strong>-Mona Temple</strong><br/><strong>-The Desktop, Gygax Prison</strong><br/><br/>Mona was quick to grab May's arm before she ran off, the detective pulling her back and warning her,<strong>"Don't run off. Stay here with the security force. It's too dangerous for you out there, kiddo. Don't worry, we'll stop 'em."</strong><br/><br/>When the Admiral offers help, Mona rises and nods, glancing over her shoulder at him,<strong>"Do it. The security force can't handle that dragon, but I bet your soldiers have the firepower to subdue it. Get them out here as fast as you can and have them concentrate fire on it. I'll work with the guards to re-capture any escapees and get the prison locked down again." </strong><br/><br/>Mona ran off again, quickly making her way to Gygax Prison. It was the Desktop's premier correctional facility and she'd spent quite a bit of time there helping coordinate security procedures, so she knew the layout well. It had housed criminals from a number of different games and had facilities built to hold villains with varying powers and sizes. She'd previously thought it was more or less impregnable, but this mass escape had just proved her wrong. Someone from the outside, obviously. Either they were trying to break out someone specific, or it was a distraction. Perhaps both, she figured. Either way, she had to get things under control.<br/><br/>Everything was a mess inside the walls, the guards scrambling to maintain order while prisoners rioted and a damn dragon rampaged. Most of the prisoners were still contained but the yard was an absolute warzone as convicts tried to gain their freedom. They didn't have weapons, so for the most part the security force was succeeding, but there was the odd criminal who was a threat even without weapons, giving the guards a hard time.<br/><br/><strong>"Focus on containment, don't let them out! The Alliance Navy will be bringing in heavy weapons to take down that dragon!"</strong>Mona shouted to the guards,<strong>"Our job is to contain and control! Get your asses in gear! Avoid lethal shots if you can, but the lives of the innocents are paramount! If one of these assholes is about to break out, take him down!" </strong><br/><br/>Mona was quick to join the guards in suppressing the rioting convicts. She took down the closest escapee by locking his arm and tossing him to the ground with a hip throw. The prisoner fell to the ground whining that his arm was broken. She assured him he'd get over it, cuffed him, and rose to meet the next. With one smooth movement, she drew her pistol, shot him in the knee, and cuffed him as well. That was the wonderful thing about Temple of Pain 3, they'd never programmed a limit for handcuffs. She'd been given the ability to arrest people in the sandbox environment, but they'd never given her a limited amount of cuffs. She could just reach into her coat and keep taking a pair out. Ammo, of course, was limited (which was a shame, she could really use a cheat or two about now), but at least she could keep making arrests.<br/><br/><strong>"Two down, hundreds to go.."</strong>she sighed. This was going to be a long day.<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/circle-01_zps13f1ef39.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br/><strong>~Jupiter Jump, Zero-G Racing</strong><br/><br/>"Shit, shit, not now!" Roxi groaned as she saw Imperial Turrets looming in the distance. She'd just been wondering why she hadn't seen many racers on the track and now she knew why. Most of them had probably been blasted off of it by the Imperials. Racing was illegal in Zero-G Racing's backstory. She and the other racers were a throwback to a forgotten era. Nobody raced anymore. Nobody even drove vehicles like they did. Racing was considered loud, obnoxious, and primitive. That's where The Empire came in. The game spawned them randomly during the campaign, sending out drones to attack racers as they traveled the courses. Because of the random nature of it, the player would never know what would happen in any given race. It could be quiet, it could be a few drones, or it could be an all-out assault.<br/><br/>Thing was, the Empire wasn't supposed to attack during their practice runs. Only during game time. What they were doing here now was a mystery. It was a mystery she didn't get a chance to ponder, as one of the turrets hit her mid-jump, sending her CherryBomb plummeting to the rocky bottom below. She gunned her thrusters and managed to slow her descent to avoid shattering on impact, but the landing was still rough and it certainly didn't do her arm any favors. She groaned and clutched it, speaking to Nick through gritted teeth, "Did he also mention that he shot me? Look, you're registered for this race, so set off your distress beacon and summon the Medi-Bots. I'm kind of bleeding out over here..."