He lights flickered as Firebreeze stumed down the hall of the facility. His security armor was damaged and he was completely out of ammo. The experiments had basically drained him of everything but life.
Meta Analysis had tried to save the members of his staff, but the experiments proved too powerful to re-contain. What had he help create? With the facility getting torn apart, Meta makes a break for it but gets cut off from the rest of his staff. He is now alone and searching for survivors. While not trained in combat, he can hold his own if he needs to.
Fire breaks down a door to a research lab and begins a search for ammo, weapons, or any supplies he can find.
Searching through some rubble, Meta finds a crowbar. "Rudimentary, but it will do," he thinks. He turns away with his new tool/weapon to continue his search for survivors. But suddenly, a thought crosses his mind. Would it be better to get out of the facility and get help, or search for any wounded personnel? While debating this question, he stumbles across a pegasus security guard in a research lab looking for supplies. Perhaps he would know what to do. Meta approaches the guard.
Fire heard hoof steps approaching him. He turned quickly, trying to see through the dimness of the room. It was a pony, that was for sure, but was it one of the experiments? "Who's there?" He questioned.
"My name is Meta Analysis, I'm from research team Delta. Security clearance Level Three. Good to see a friendly face." says Meta, lowering his crowbar. Meta notices the guard's damaged armor. "Are you hurt?" he asks with growing concern.
"Good, good." says Meta. "Well it looks like we're in the same boat, you and I." Meta shifts around uncomfortably. "I... I feel I must apologize for what has happened. There were signs, and in the vain pursuit of knowledge, we ignored them. Not that there's anything we can do about it now...." Meta sighs and tries to look tough. "Does you radio work? Can you contact the Administrator?" he asks.
"Trust me, I've tried." He said, pointing to his radio, "All I get is static." He looked to the counter and smiled at a clip of pistol ammo, "Thank goodness." He said, grabbing it.
"But if the radios are out, then that means... No! It can't be!" Meta grows visibly agitated. He begins pacing around. "No, no, no, no..." After a few moments of calming himself, he turned to the now-armed guard. "I assume you have some sort of protocol in a situation like this?" he asks.
"Sorry, but a total break down situation was never addressed in our manuals." He said, agitated by the whole situation, "But, if we can make it to an elevator, we might be able to get out of here."
"I agree. I'll let you lead the way. If we stay here too long, they'll close in on us. As long as we keep moving, we should be fine from the experiments." Meta picks up his crowbar again, and adjusted his glasses. "But we must keep an eye out for anypony else from the Delta Research Team." he states a bit too blatantly. "Do you happen to know just what went wrong? I was in my lab with my associates when the alarms went off and guards started running around all over the place."
"Of course." he said, this visor of his helmet dropping over his face as the went through the door and into what seemed to be section X-2.
Meta Analysis follows closely. He feels a bit relieved, but still very high-strung since the containment breach. Keeping his crowbar in tow, Meta continues to follow his stoic companion. "About how much further is the elevator from here?" Meta asks.
"Should be right up here." He said, carefully leading them down the hallway and to the elevator. He hit a button and the doors opened up, "Hell yeah! The thing's still working! Let's ride!" He said before heading into the elevator.
"Wait!" exclaims Meta. "Shouldn't we be sure it's safe? I mean, the facility has suffered some damage." Meta shuffles about nervously.
"Well... I suppose you're right. We don't exactly have time on our side either. After you," Meta tries to say with a smile.
