"Lets keep moving, Id have prefured to been silent in our indevor..." Eladrayius slung his rifel over his shoulder and walked past Arcadia and Lukin down the hall. He scanned the area (both PDA and without) as he walked.
"great" Eladrayius reached out to shut off the alarm, it fell silent. "I don't think that my shutting off the alarm will stop the guards...I just was annoyed by the noise." Eladrayius kept moving rifel in hand
It happned during the course of the story, all of the Arcadians were ascended and fled to plane of Arcadia to stop the war, the council members (His origonal group) can go to a fro as they please and can open portals there too.
The Arcadian's abilities are only limited by imagination and what you will allow, they origonally had drawbacks but those were largly negated with the trancendance.
They are energy channlers and can form the energy into what they desire with their will.
Eladrayius looked around "Arcadia? You there" When there was no answer he looked to lukin "he disapeared. this can't be good, if they have anti-arcadian technology we better keep on our toes. I mean, more then we were" He kept his rifel up and continued down the hall
PDA still searching...
"good you found it, lets search" He stopped moving "cover me, I can't move...or at least the PDA can't" He puts the PDA down where he is standing and moves into cover. Connected to the PDA he starts looking for the Switchboard and security systems
Eladrayius used his power to comunicate with the PDA
<Where is it?> I think it is over there.
The PDA points to where it thinks it is. There is a closed network of computers I cannot access down there.
It paused for a moment Now please leave my head...I don't like you being IN here.
<Fine, Im gone>
"OK lets head that way" Points "There is a closed network over there that should have the Switchboard in them. He picks up the PDA.
"What Info do you have on it?"
"Lukin. Before you get carried away. Lets find some picks or something. You know, a little patience goes a long way." He started searching the room and his pockets for a paperclip or a bobby pin or something to pick with