They head into the elevator and Breeze hits the button that'll send them to freedom, Floor 1. The doors close and the elevator begins to move up.
Meta taps his hoof incessantly. "I forget how much I despise these dreadful contraptions," he states flatly. He begins nervously pacing around the elevator, half-expecting something terrible to happen...
"Will you please just calm down." Fire said, relaxed, "As long as this thing keeps moving, we're fi-" Suddenly, he's cut off by the sound of slamming against the top of the elevator.
"What in the name of Tartarus was that?!" Meta whispers loudly. But he dreads to think of what it could be. At least the elevator is still moving up, for now. Meta readies his crowbar. He takes a deep breath to calm himself. "Should I try and put up a force field around us?" asks Meta. "It'll protect us pretty well, but I can't sustain it for long."
Fire prepares himself and his pistol for the fight, "If it can help, sure!" Suddenly, the top hatch of the elevator swung open and down came what seemed to be ponies with blade arms on their backs. "Mother of-! Chops" He cried out as fired onto the the enemy.
Meta backs into a corner as the guard takes on his enemy, too terrified to think clearly, let alone fight back. "No, no, no, no..." he whispers.
Firebreeze continued to fight ferociously, even after his gun was emptied of it's ammunition. He continuously send the Choppers up against the walls of the elevator with powerful melees with the hilt of his pistol. "You like that you knife-backed freaks?!" He yelled out as a Chopper went to strike. With a quick roll to the side, the knife missed Breeze, but hit the control panel, which sparked as the elevator came to a stop. Breeze ran up, broken the Chopper's knife arm, then kicked it in the head, sending it into the wall. The elevator was now something out of a horror movie. Blood and monsters everywhere. Breeze panted, worn out from the fighting, and a line of blood running from a cut on his face.
Meta gathers enough courage to swing his crowbar at a Chopper during the confused fray, taking it down in a single strike. He only killed one, but at least he contributed. "Are you alright?" Meta finally asks after catching his breath.
"Just Dandy..." He said, walking over to the elevator doors, "Come on, help me pry these doors open."
"Of course." replies Meta as he levitates his bloodied crowbar over to the door. With great effort, he finally pries the door open. It was pitch black outside the elevator. "The lights must've gone out." he quietly states.
"Damn..." He said, trying to see through the darkness, raising the visor on his helmet to assist in his attempt.
"I don't suppose you have any flares?" asks Meta. "I've never been very good at illumination magic..."
"Huh. Well that's rather unfortunate," Meta says. "We'll just have to make do with what we have." Meta's horn sparks to life creating a dull, flickering light. "I should be able to sustain it long enough for us to find another light source... in theory, at least. Lead on."
"Righto." He said, "Hey, you have an access key card right? My CO had my squad's key card and, well, he's gone."
"Of course I do." Meta reaches into his lab coat's pocket and pulls out his access key card. "I unfortunately do not have access to the high security or restricted areas of the facility, but we should be able to at least get out. I assume you have a plan that needs my access card?"
"Yup." He said, "If we can reach the armory, we can arm ourselves to the teeth. Or we can try and find the hanger. Sadly, I have no clue where the hanger is."
"You'll have better luck getting into the armory than I, I lack the necessary security clearance." Meta says dejectedly. "The hangar on the other hand, I can get us into. If only I could remember where it was." He glances around, squinting his eyes in search of something. "I'm not sure how much longer I can keep up this illumination spell, but if we can get to a computer terminal, I can find out exactly where we are and maybe even get the lights on."
"Alright. I'll open the door, be ready for anything that may be in there." Meta says. His horn grew a bit dimmer. "Ready? On three."
