"Wall!"
"Ah-? What-?" He raises his hands, pointing it at my construct. "Yeah-yeah!"
Give him a break, OL, he's been through some scary things in a short span of time. Remember, he's basically a smash-and-grab thief, and not used to this level of superheroing.
A layer of ice forms with a wave of his hands as he-. He's blinking quite a lot.
"You alright?"
Simple logic. Their eyes were open for so long...
"It's my-! My eyes. They feel weird."
"You couldn't blink for two minutes. Give your tear ducts a chance to work and they'll be fine."
...They dried out. Hopefully their shields will hold out long enough to recover.
"What was that?"
"Gamma gong."
And that's not really going to mean much to him, OL. I doubt he's ever looked up old enemies of the league.
My construct breaks, and the soldiers start melting through Mahkent's wall.
"What?"
Ah, yes. His Construct Strength modifier doesn't take his Orange Light Focus bonus into account when using the wrong colour Ring...
"Kadabra, status!"
"My eyes are a little dry-."
...Really?

Read the room, Abra! This is no time for
humour.
"Of Eiling!"
I wait until there's a hole in the ice wall and then fire, my energy pulse pushing through a soldier's personal shield and slamming into the armour beneath! They go flying backwards-.
Sadly, unlike an Orange Destructive Pulse, it's not going to be all that damaging.
And then awkwardly climb back onto their feet. I'm not hitting at anything like the power I'm used to. And I'm not inspiring enough fear to overcome that.
"He was suffocating. He requires greater volumes of air than we do. I'm transmuting nitrogen to oxygen to revitalise him."
Careful you don't push him into
hyperoxia. Though given his bulk, there's probably a lot more wiggle room before you reach toxic levels.
Wall again, maintain teleport jammer.
"Icicle, when the next wall falls, cover them in ice."
Since he can't really trust his cold gun constructs to be as effective as an actual cryokinetic.
"What if they just teleport away and then come right back?"
"I'm jamming the teleport sensor. It'll be difficult for them at least."
You
hope it's effective, at least. Fortunately, it's mostly a matter of scattering electromagnetic interference, I suspect, which isn't
too hard.
"But their guns still work."
"Want one?"
I mean, who wouldn't want a
plasma gun? Assuming it isn't prone to
overheating.
He grins. Slightly awkwardly, but he manages it. "Hey, are we in space?"
"Probably. I think we're on their ships in orbit around the moon."
There we go. Starting to lose his nervousness.
"Yeah?" He smiles excitedly. "Far out!"
"It's not that far." My construct starts to fracture as the soldiers focus their fire at a single point in the centre. "Ready."
Oh, don't harsh his buzz, OL.
Most people haven't been off Earth in their lives.
"Ah-."
"Wasn't a question. You are ready. Dropping the wall in two, one, now!"
Ah, there's his leadership skills coming through. I bet Cameron feels a little more confident now.
I drop the wall, plasma fire bursting through the centre of the ice wall a second later. I send a grabbing arm construct through, tearing guns out of the soldiers grips a fraction of a second before Mahkent throws an arc of ice over their position. Soldiers are trapped in place once more, and this time they shouldn't be able to get away-.
Wait, why are they looking at-?
Multiple avenues of attack, no doubt. They're just there to keep you focused on them, while...
"Icicle, block the vents with ice. Kadabra, they're gassing us. How long until Eiling can move?"
"Uuuuugh-huh." There are two thumps, his right knee and right fist him the floor hitting the floor as he slowly levers himself upright. "God damn."
...Of course they're trying gas. Pity OL doesn't need to breathe thanks to his Ring. Not sure about the others, though. Especially Icicle, who might only breathe because it makes him feel
human.
"Eiling, you alright?"
"Peachy. Where are we?"
Neck deep in the latrines, soldier. Get it together.
"Alien ship." I step through the hole in the ice wall and pick up one of the Dhorian guns. Seems simple enough, and there's no palm reader. Despite the advantages, most stellar nations abandon that particular security feature the first time their enemies cut their soldiers' hands off so they can use their guns. "I don't think they're negotiating in good faith."
"Objective?"
That would probably be a bit awkward, and more than a little
messy. Still, needs must.
"Recover captured humans, recover useful equipment, get them to go away."
He walks slowly towards the soldiers struggling to free themselves-.
Well, all that will be no problem, I suppose. Just a matter of having a little
chat with them.
I cut a hole through the ice to Ko, who gasps for air!
"Not clever. I-."
Unlucky git. Captured twice in one day.
I hear a crunch, and turn to see that Eiling has his hands covered in blood and brain where he-. He grabbed a Dhorian soldier and crushed his head in his hands.
I feel the slight fizz as ambient fear increases, the soldiers realising that there's nothing they can do to stop us killing every one of them.
Excessive, but it gets results. Unfortunately, OL does have a code of conduct to keep to.
Eiling grins as he steps towards the next closest soldier, hands reaching-.
"That'll do, Eiling."
Got to wonder how many people he's done
that to in the course of the Anti-Lifing...
"You got a prison camp for them?"
"I was planning to disarm them, lock them in one crippled ship and send them home."
Hopefully with a
strongly worded message to their masters.
Eiling thrusts his hands into the ice and rips a soldier out by his head.
"You feel like talking?"
Oof. That guy might need a
chiropractor first...
"Soldier, Eiling would like you to escort us to wherever you're keeping your prisoners. Now, our rules of engagement don't allow us to kill you if you cooperate-"
"Says you."
"But as you might guess, my... companion here has a different opinion.
"
"-so it's-. Eiling, he can't understand you."
"What did he say?"
I suspect he can pick up the meaning from the tone of voice. And the no-doubt
nasty grin on Eiling's face.
"I… Wouldn't worry about that. Because you're going to tell us what we want to know, aren't you? So it won't matter. Look, you clearly can't offer meaningful resistance. You're not slowing us down. Telling us what we want to know prevents us rampaging through your entire ship, because we'll just go to the places we want to go to."
"I-. Okay, okay. I'll tell you the way."
"Good show. But remember, if you were thinking of leading us into an ambush, you'll be going through the doors first."
And OL was worried about not being good at
scaring them?