Roe's progress through the base becomes somewhat easier, as the few guards he comes across seem to be pre-occupied with some massive battle. "And here I thought I was gonna be the distraction", he muses in thought. "I'll still be providing the escape..."
Roe pushes forward, guided by a simple rule of architecture. Power creates heat, heat requires ventilation, and so he begins following the ventilation system to its central hub. A few splatted octotroopers and one liberated maintenance key later, Roe finds himself in the 1st floor breaker room. He produces some work gloves and wire cutter from his back pocket, tugs a length of cord from his tentacles, and gets to work.
"This'll be epic, like the time some stray ink shorted the zapfish at a Bottom Feeders concert and the amps exploded on the bar crowd." He can't help but curl his beak into a mischievous grin.
