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The female technician gave her tusked coworker a pointed look when Ana requested a beverage of some kind. "Why do I have to--" Wrenk began only to be silenced by a finger pointed imperiously in the direction of the door. "Gah, fine. Not even supposed to have food or drinks in here..." he muttered as he went off to find whatever passed for a galley on the cargo hauler, sparing an apologetic look in Seikahi’ino's direction but saying nothing. "I'll pull up those schematics for you," the woman spoke up, moving to a terminal and tapping away with much more focus than the panicked running about the pair of passengers had found the engineers in when they'd arrived. Now that someone had taken charge and given out specific tasks the group seemed much better able to deal with the crisis at hand. "Li, you did inventory last, why don't you go see what we've still got that's useful?" The blond Lor nodded in agreement and raced off to do so.
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The airlock cycled again to let Paradigm on board the Either Ore and after Kharag's bombastic introduction the Naram paragon seemed to be a little more what the Lor had been expecting. At a jog the younger woman who'd questioned the Za’akis' choice of adjectives led the way for Paradigm and caught up with Jor and Kharag just as they reached the freighter's cockpit. There they were greeted by a Lor with military regulation short red hair and military regulation straight backed posture. "Welcome aboard. I'm Samran-86, acting captain of the Either Ore. You have my thanks," she greeted them, doing her best to keep weariness out of her voice and looking to Paradigm specifically. "You made short work of those fighters. I consider myself fairly well informed about any militaries capable of fielding vacuum unassisted combatants but I've never heard of the Praetorians." It was a polite opening for an explanation but it was hard to miss that unlike the ad hoc guards who'd greeted them this was a career military woman who hadn't let her guard down a fraction since they'd walked in.
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"Keep it in your flight suit, son," Noz drawled with a hint of amusement, leaning back in his chair. "And watch what you say about tusks. Naouk is an easy going sort but you're 'bout one crack short of getting your arms torn off." He pointed over Roulette's shoulder to a hulking slab of muscle hunched over a drink in the far corner. The bar patron in question wasn't Broan but it was easy to see why he might take offense; he reminded Ruby a little of an elephant from back home on Earth. Naouk snorted and didn't turn around but he did square his shoulders to better accentuate his imposing girth. "Now, this friend of yours, he happen to be some pirate with a big mouth, name something like Tin or Trig?" "That is what 'rubs me the wrong way'!" the bartender fumed, making an unfamiliar gesture to emphasize the phrase, mimicking his native language's equivalent of quotation marks. "Free drinks for his boys, protection money, well! Iqué was not born yesterday, these are the costs of doing business. But shooting customers dead in my bar? No! I say, no!" He slammed a fist into the bar with enough force to rattle the glasses at either of the far ends. The boy on the rooftop watched Bliss' tentacle with curiosity mostly buried by wariness. Hunger won out again and he snatched up the warped bar, tucking it away somewhere with quickness learned and practiced out of desperation. "No, I live here because my other options are so good," he replied flatly, wrapping his arms around his knees. After a moment trying to stare Bliss down he realized it was a hopeless exercise and sighed. "...my father wasn't very careful about what he said or who he said it about."
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"Well, at that point it's technically my ship, ain't it?" Nae-Dae replied over the comm, the strain in her voice undercutting the small jab. "Have to hire a new pilot and alla that, though, and y'know I hate talking to new people, so how about you just move your karking carcasses and get back here?!" The veins of red hot magma crisscrossing along Rock's body cooled to a duller hue in short order, restoring him to his previous, less volcanic appearance. The severity of his expression didn't lessen any, however and he took the opportunity brought by Cavalier's silencing of the tirade to raise one foot in the air and stomp with the full force of his weight on the floor beneath him. Cracks formed in a spiderweb pattern from the point of impact, cracks that widened as he lifted his foot and crashed downward again. The shortest route back to the ground, he reasoned, was straight down.
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Rock Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs. Communion Drone: 1d20+5 9 That's a DC 30 Toughness Save, anyway. Rock's trying to kick a hole in the floor to expedite their escape, so if that works: Move Action: Fall through the hole...?
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Communion Ship Toughness Save vs. DC 30: 1d20+10 24 She takes the minion out!
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"He said 'blessed' three times," a younger Lor muttered out of the side of her mouth to the middle-aged guard who's spoken up for the group, eying Kharag warily. The spokesman shrugged in resignation. "Maybe he is. We could certainly use a little divine intervention right about now, or at least a little extra confidence." Turning back to the green skinned alien, he adjusted the strap of his firearm and held out his hand. "Well, we appreciate the assist, Kharag. I'm Jor. Come with me, I'll take you to Samran-86." * * * * * The final needle ship spun nimbly away from Paradigm's attack, keeping its distance now that it had had a chance to gauge the Praetorian's unexpected might. Instead it pulled into a tight circle and reoriented itself to point at the Either Ore. At full speed it set itself on a collision course for the vulnerable freighter!
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Even with the -2 from the Slam that misses, yeah. The last Communion ship will ignore Paradigm in favour of making a run at the Either Ore! It'll hit on its next turn if she can't stop it first.
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Sorry, guys, didn't see this! Rock Initiative: 1d20-2 7
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The urchin's suntanned complexion blanched a bit at the direction Bliss' inquiries took but he seemed to warm up a bit to her, or at least to the promise of more food. "Zaul's a bully," the boy said flatly and the mercenary could tell he didn't mean it in a childish schoolyard sense. "He only gets to be sheriff because nobody can stop him. He's smart. He wants to be in charge of more than just one city but he doesn't..." He frowned as he tried to think of the right word. "He doesn't overextend himself, see? He hears everything that happens here and people he doesn't like either leave or disappear." The scrawny redhead reflexively backed up a little into his alcove at the thought. Inside, Iqué's face screwed up in a scowl as Roulette name-dropped the lawman. "Bah! You can tell Zaul I am through waiting on his lackeys as if he owned my bar," the magenta barkeep told the pair, planting his hands on his hips. "No longer will Iqué be treated as some--" "Simmer down, Iqué," Noz called, inserting himself into the conversation again with a weary tone. "Zaul's a karker but these two look too smart to get stuck dirtside like the rest of his bunch. Put it on my tab if it makes you feel better."
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Looks like! Communion Ships Toughness Save vs. DC 23: 1d20+10 11 The needle ship explodes against Paradigm's mighty pecs!
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Communion Ships Slam Attack vs. Paradigm: 2#1d20+10 20 19 That's one hit, and a DC 24 Toughness Save for Paradigm.
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At the airlock, the stunned silence the greeted Kharag's impromptu speech went on long enough to become increasingly awkward. None of the Lor raised their weapons, at least, as they glanced back and forth between each other, silently debating who would be the one to respond. Finally, a middle aged Lor who looked more like a school teacher than a soldier spoke up, "Uh. Well, that was, well..." He fumbled for an appropriate word. "Let's go with 'impassioned'. Don't think we're quite at the resigned to die stage yet, though, so if you want to put some of that energy into helping us all stay alive, we'd be happy for the help. You have a name, friend, or just the death wish?" The scene in the engine room was no less awkward but the silence was ended more forcefully as the female Lor slugged her tusked coworker in his should hard enough for the sound to reveal boney protrusions on other parts of his body. "You unbelievable jerk!" she reprimanded crossly. "Ow! Hey, how was I supposed to know? I heard about them on a sci-vid series, it said they--" "I don't think that's helping, Wrenk," the blonde technician hastily interrupted. "Listen, um, Engineer Plonsky, Citizen... Sei, I'm really sorry about that. You're, uh, not really seeing us at our best right now." He raised both hands in a nonthreatening gesture, having trouble looking either woman in the eyes rather than staring at Sei's bow as though trying to guess how serious Ana had been about shooting them. "If you can really fix this mess, just let us know what you need, please."
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Little puffs of steam had begun to emerge from the cracks between Rock's irregular components as the rising temperature inside him turned any moisture trapped there to vapour. Nodding in response to Eclipse's opening, he opened his mouth to reveal pooling lava and intoned, "Rock." Even without the show of gathering force there was something in the inflection that gave the syllable all the ear burning vehemence of the most vulgar curses in a thousand languages. Rearing back his head and throwing his arms out to either side, he belched forth a stream of molten rock, a tide of scalding red and black that quickly covered the projectors giving visual form to the malevolent intelligence before moving on to wash over the rest of the hub's surfaces. "RoOoOoOock!"
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Rock moved forward a few steps to get within arm's reach of Eclipse just in case. Whatever they were talking to had killed an unthinkable number of people on Tarza and he wasn't of a mind to add the captain or the Star Knight to the count. It actually took a few moments for it to occur to him that given what had happened to the buildings themselves he probably wasn't any less vulnerable than they were in this case. It wasn't just Tarza's population that had been horribly, forcibly converted, it was Tarza itself. The broad-shouldered titan didn't have lips to purse but he did a pretty good job affecting an equivalent expression. "Rock..." he muttered in a low, warning tone that he knew Eclipse would catch even as the glow of magma in his eyes and the back of his throat began to burn a little bit brighter.
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Thinking Rock might just cut to the chase and spew magma over the hub at this point! Would that get in the way of necessary exposition?
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I'm going to say no on the Super-Strength since the ship are effectively operating as character here and actively fighting back. DC 30 is nothing to scoff at, however, and she can always try grappling them if you want to take advantage of her Super-Strength! Communion Ships Toughness Save vs. DC 30: 1d20+10 24 That's enough for Knockback! The needle ships are Huge, however, so that only sends it back a few feet, not enough to hit one of the other fighters. Space Battle 26 - Communion Ships x2 - Uninjured 26 - Communion Ships x1 - Bruised x1, Dazed 19 - Paradigm - Uninjured, 2HP
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The trio of needle ships spiraled around a shared axis as they bore down on Paradigm, a twisting silver claw reaching out to crush her. Whether the Communion recognized the Praetorian after so much time or whether the drones were simply identifying the higher priority target was uncertain and perhaps immaterial; either way the outcome was the same. Green energy rippled down the length of the fighters before launching from the tapered point in angry blasts. The three operated as parts of a whole, with two of them intentionally shooting wide to box in the space borne paragon's movements while the third's shot struck true, catching Paradigm right in the chest. The attack went straight for the heroine's nervous system, sending convulsions and shooting pain tearing through her mighty frame.
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Space Battle 26 - Communion Ships x3 - Uninjured 19 - Paradigm - Uninjured, 2HP Communion Ships Aid Attack: 2#1d20+6 11 13 Stun vs. Paradigm: 1d20+10 22 That's a DC 25 Fortitude Save for Paradigm!
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People tended to underestimate Rock's intelligence, or at least his technical knowledge, because of his rough-hewn appearance. While he didn't consider himself a true expert of any one field save perhaps the timely and judicious application of force one simply didn't live to reach his advanced number of centuries without picking up a few things here and there. Which was to say he recognized a wireless relay hub when he saw one and this example was considerably too big not to see. "Rock," he pointed out to the others, spreading his hands wide apart in summation of the massive amount of processing and multitasking the apparatus suggested. Under different circumstances he might have been impressed but he had a sinking feeling in what passed for his stomach that he knew what had happened to the bodies in the walls.
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Bliss' appearance under her helmet didn't get a moment's reaction from the boy, through some combination of jaded indifference and all-consuming hunger. He snatched up the ration bar after it had bounced twice along the rooftop but had the presence of mind to quickly check for any signs of tampering before ripping open the wrapper and taking a bite. Even then he was cautious, chewing carefully as he sized up his unexpected benefactor. "I see a lot of things," he allowed cagily, keeping one hand free for his little shiv, however little effect it was likely to have. His voice was noticeably hoarse from exposure but still conveyed both his youth and a surprising mental sharpness. "Maybe I can help you, maybe not. What kind of information were you looking for?" Inside, the purple bartender lifted both arms in extravagant welcome. "Hello hello! Another two souls come to languish in purgatory, eh? Well, the least we can do is have the good sense to be drunk for it. Have a seat!" He gestured to the stools in front of him before pouring a few finger widths of something darkly amber coloured into the glass he'd been cleaning out. Before either Voidrunner could claim the drink he downed it himself in a single swig and knocked the glass back down on the bar top. "Ain't you supposed to be staying sober, Iqué?" a middle-aged Zultasian at a nearby table called with the cadence of a recited line, setting the bartender up for a reply he already knew was coming. Iqué didn't disappoint. "Bah, it would take far more than this to impair me, Noz, you know this! Besides, the universe is coming to an end, eh? I refuse to go to the next life having let perfectly good liqueur go to waste." He regarded the decanter for a moment and hummed. "Well. Perfectly something."
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There isn't one in this group of guards, anyway, they're all Lor. The issue really isn't his species so much as they've just been through something hugely traumatic and they've never heard of the Praetorians before. They're collectively feeling a little more 'shoot first' than they might normally.
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Communion Ships Initiative.: 1d20+6 26
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Rock Notice check.: 1d20+10 16 Knowledge (Technology) check.: 1d20+5 17
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Let's get an Initiative check for Paradigm and a Diplomacy check from Kharag.
