There was no time to come up with a real escape plan. The group stood at the doors they entered into, while Nonimus checked the other doors in the workshop for a potential egress. The first door he checked contained an unpleasent surprise: about 5 dozen more scrubots. Quickly closing the door, Nonimus backed away slowly, hoping they hadn't noticed him. However, the sound of gears moving, and the sound of 'UNCLEAN' from the other side of the door dashed those hopes. From the other door, similar sounds could be heard… the things must have some kind of hive-mind, the party mused (or wireless connection, but, what did these backwoods primes know about things like that?).
Only one set of doors remained, and, ears pressed to the cold metal of them revealed no screeching of mechanical bloodlust. The party opened the door, saw the stairs leading down and away from the workshop, and took them.
At the bottom of the stairs sat a lone transportation platform, hovering free of any track. The party tried determining of Reuel had used it before, but, with the scrubots suddenly crashing through the doors above them, they simply decided to pile on and begin yelling 'FORWARD FORWARD FORWARD'. And forward it went.
The platform lurched forward; the scrubots followed.
Screaming orders at the platform, the group didn't seem to agree on what to do for the most part, as the platform sped further into the complex, with an army of angry machines behind them. A few things they could agree upon was to throw anything they could at the their persuers, and thank whatever diety watches over this horrible place that the things didn't have projectiles themselves. Suddenly, the platform swung into a hallway, filled with other platforms, all heading towards the party. The horrified looks upon the other drivers was entertaining, but not worth sticking around to see. After dodging and scraping against a few other citizens, the platform jumped a divider, heading onto a side where the drivers could all seem to agree on what direction to go. While a few scrubots were crushed by the oncoming traffic, most of them followed over the divider as well.
The group sped along, trying to get the now dented and dinged machine to go faster, when they saw a grated tollgate quickly approaching. Lydia stood up, waving her stolen identification card wildly, which seemed to work – the gate began to rise, slowly. However, the platform was told to speed up, and Lydia and most of the other party only barely managed to duck into the platform as the gate shaved off the covered top of the transform.
Swerving into another tunnel, the party thought it a wise idea to slam into what appeared to be a medical transport, which, while unfortunate for whomever was in the transport and those who were waiting for the medical team, seemed to help with their current scrubot issue. The medical transport spun and flipped, crashing and exploding into a part of the scrubot mob. Red-hot shrapnel filled the tunnel, showering nearby citizens with scalding death, but, beside some bumps and bruises, the group was fine.
'APPROACHING SPIRAL RAMP' the platform proclaimed.
'Spiral what?' Nonimus apparently wasn't sure what that meant. Krevash was, however, as he screamed for the platform to slow down. The platform complied, but not enough so that it wouldn't whip around the ramp violently, making everyone inside ill as they spun down several stories. On top of all that, the scrubots managed to catch up for a moment – a few latched onto the back of the spinning machine, pummeling Drugin, who had the misfortune of being towards the back of the platform, mercilessly.
At the bottom of the ramp, it sped up, loosing the scrubots from the back of platform, as Drugin dragged his bloodied form closer to the front of the speeding machine, dug up the device that he had found in his jumpsuit, and began firing beams of red light wildly into the mass of machines following. The wild firing ended quickly. as Nonimum commanded the platform to crash through what appeared to be a glass covered garden. A deafening crash and a showering of glass followed as they suddenly found themselves racing through a jungle, losing yet more scrubots in the process. Moments later they crashed through the other side, to what appeared to be clear road.
Everyone began congratulating themselves on a fantastic escape, forgetting for a moment about the remaining machines that gave chase. The platform rushed forward towards to what many would think was a lightshow. Beams of deadly yellow, blue and red light lit up the hallway they were driving towards, some disagreement between two groups of citizens. Seeing this, the party ducked into what remained of the platform for cover. The platform was filled with burnmarks as it careened through the deadly firefight; several of the machines giving chase fell to the deadly beams as well, but most survived the onslaught, continuing to follow the platform as it swung left at a Y intersection.
'WARNING' the platform announced, much to the group's chagrin, 'NOW ENTERING EXPLOSIVES MANUFACTURING FACILITY'. It was only then that the party decided it should be careful where it went. Slowing the machine again, it weaved carefully past crates filled with what they could only assume Very Bad Things, the machines once again caught up and latched on. With a few well placed shots, they were peeled off as they exited the facility, and down yet one more hallway, and sped off.
Finally the the platform slid to a stop, announcing they had reached their destination. Everyone jumped off the thing as fast as they could, but Katerina (who had been screaming this entire time) and Lydia weren't fast enough. The scrubots swarmed down the hallway to the now still platform, while another, larger platform followed. Crushing the remaining machines under its wake, the large platform slammed into the smaller one, pinning Katerina and Lydia within.
The party jumped to free the two trapped arcanists, when Nonimus noticed where they were – the very dormatories they started this horrible misadventure in. Behind the closed door, through a small window, he saw the face of their former bartender, Reuel, who was wide-eyed at the arrival of the group. Before the party could free Katerina and Lydia, the bald brute that is Reuel ran away from the door, and dove through what looked to be a now-active portal on the other side of the doorway.
It took a few minutes more to pry the platform apart to the point where escape was possible, and as soon as they could, they darted towards the dorm, kicking the door aside and diving through the portal, arriving back in Sigil, into an apparently empty courthouse. Quickly running outside to the city proper, they looked for any sign of Reuel, but, he was no where to be seen.