<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UMC7dP3.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Quasar<strong></strong></strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>Inside ship<br/><strong>Group</strong>Red Wasp, Superbus<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>Afraid, Guilty<br/><strong>Action</strong>Unleash your powers<br/><hr/>Quasar was on edge; the entire situation was falling apart.  People were dead, hostages were missing, and now the ship was about to have a lethal containment breach.  She followed Red Wasp down into the lower deck when she took charge, not sure what to do but trusting her friend.  When they found Superbus she felt relief for a moment, only to feel her heart stop as she realized where the hostages were.<br/><br/>She waited, watching Superbus try to open the door, but when she didn't make much headway she stepped forward.  "Let me help."<br/><br/>Quasar closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to block out everything that was going wrong around her.  The black sphere and the crackling white energies around it were all unstable, but it looked for a moment like she was going to succeed.  Then with a grunt of exertion she felt her powers go out of control, knocking her off of her feet with a burst of undirected gravitational force.<br/><br/>At 2018-01-12 12:21:33, Quasar (uid: 61621) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=113014)<br/><em>That is one stubborn door</em>