[@Crossfire]
8 A.M. Local Time
Western Hills, Overlooking Sol's Fortress
Sovereign Valley, Rokarr

[color=a7a7a7]"Showtime. You'll know when I'm done,"[/color] Tibulus commented, pulling out his trusty stun-gun, and beginning his own adventure towards the main control room. There were multiple things he could do in order to disable the guns when he got there, but he could do a lot more to the guns than just disable them. He could explode them for good, put them on his side, he could do a lot to them, but for right now he couldn't do much but think and run. He'd decide the rest later.

That's how he flew, anyway. It's worked out so far.

Tibulus rushed for his destination, shocking goons he came across his entire way, paralyzing them and possibly knocking them out for the time being. Sure, it wasn't the best plan of action, but it was a plan nonetheless.

At last, Tibulus stepped into the control room and immediately shot the one guy in there, supervising everything so he could make sure nothing exploded with the controls. In a split second, the guy was out cold and Tibulus was alone in the room. The funganoid walked over to the controls and began fiddling with them in pursuits of the gun controls, finding a way to turn them off and all the awesome side effects of turning them off.