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Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by Gossamer on April 17, 2014, 12:53:21 PM »
"Uh...guys....awful lotta creepy crawlies all around right now..." Sunny hunched her shoulders as she tried not to freeze up and stare at the yuckies.

"So uh...This girl. Turns out I was right, big surprise right? Heh, uh anyways she's a real patchwork this one. I rather doubt that she'll be friendly to us, more likely that these creepazoids'll get another high powered and smart ally. Could also be that with this much diverse genetic material, she's schitzophrenic. But I dunno if that's good or bad for us. Uh...running out of air here as well, probably shouldn't be talking so much. Would be great if anyone of y'all could y'know...do something about that."

Sunny walked past her horrid overseer, with a lighthearted salute and a rictusy smile she went to bend down by some of the corpses. Discreetly, she took a sample for analysis, looking over her shoulder hoping not to anger the freakshow. (19:52:26) Minion: Gossamer rolls 1d100 and gets 28. for the analysis of the sample.
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Hollen's Prize / Re: OOC
« Last post by EchoMirage on April 17, 2014, 11:55:41 AM »
Feel free to do stuff up to the moment when the power to the bridge comes online. It will take some time, as Autumn's work ain't easy.
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Moderated Freeform / Re: [Coldforged - 1423] Ardenwald
« Last post by Coventinae Fate-Weaver on April 17, 2014, 11:41:57 AM »
The Huge Rhino thundered through the shadowy tendrils, its horn piercing the left foot. That was not the location of the amorphae, for it beat in the dark elemental's chest area. But so huge was Kuth's taken shape, so heavy its enormous bulk, that it slammed into the amorphae nonetheless.

Without armor to protect it, the amorphae, its unholy heart, was knocked violently into the ground, and trampled by the charging animal.

***

Vitoriel stilled her vengeful winds, studied the area where the Ekauri had been.
Kuth stopped his ferocious charge, and turned around, looked to see what happened.
Aeomi protected her apprentices within a field of brimming force.
... and Elquin looked down, on the ground, where lay the shattered remains of the crimson amorphae.

Its walls had been thin, and it looked like the pieces of a crimson broken egg.

The thing was gone and all that was left was the shattered amorphae, pieces of ancient black plate mail, made for a giant of 7'3" (221 cm) and a gigantic black sword of 3 meters, unwieldable to all but Kuth.

Somewhere within the forest, a lonely wolf howled.
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Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by EchoMirage on April 17, 2014, 09:55:54 AM »
The thrice-accursed cables were busted, the whole insulated bundle, by a remotely-detonated micro bomb. Sabotage on a professional level, Autumn had to nod. She hummed as she played Cinderella, picking out the right cable from between the cinders, patching it with a salvaged one.

Occasionally, she heard scratching and the tip-tap of clawed feet from the ducts. Some smaller alien apparently called the ventilation system its home. At least the Capt'n didn't fit inside.

Finally, with a satisfying hum, gravity went online as a minimal graviton sheath was erected above and below the ship. A cacophony of noises filled the vessel as all the loose items clattered to the ground. The landlubbers amongst the crew rejoiced as gravity's familiar embrace welcomed them back to the feet.

Whistling, Autumn strolled over to the other damaged power line. The connection to the bridge was redundant - except for this one node.
Over her shoulder, she noticed a dark shadow creeping along the walkway just at the edge of darkness, she heard the skitter and the clicking of the impacting claws, saw the flicker of a cluster of yellow eyes.
As long as it kept its distance, everything was excellent.

The same charge had blown the cable, and with tried motions, she proceeded to re-connect the wiring.
A screen flickered on, with the recording of a young woman in a knitted viking helmet with knitted rusty beard appearing, and playfully mocking: "Did the evil Red Viking blow your precious cable? Well, he has something in store for you too!"

Drat.

Autumn had a brief moment to recoil before a blast sent her flying, her suit on fire, breath knocked out.
Stop. Drop. Roll. Do not die.

It worked, but the wiring was a disaster. That would take some time... but hopefully, no more booby traps would join the fun. Diligently, she examined the entire wiring for other surprises before proceeding. Work, work. "Guys, this will take some time, but I'll manage."

The shadow lurked just around the corner, peeking whenever it thought she wasn't looking, its sibilant breaths in tune with the sizzling of Autumn's welder. Occasional flashes of light from behind it cast a long, predatory, spiked contour across the opposite wall.

***

Sunny half-dragged, half-carried the first mate to the infirmary; she was no weakling, but the girl was heavy. Good bone structure, some serious muscle. Thanks for turning on the gravity, Autumn!

A slipping could be heard between her steps and laboured breath, as if plastic was being dragged across the carpet. She shuddered when she felt the presence, waiting, looking. It was close. Out of the corner of her vision, she could make out a sleek serpentine shape, and four-eyed reptilian heads; the mantis-like razor blades slowly closed and opened, as if reminiscing about decapitating, mutilating and a hundred ways to inflict injury.
It stayed close, a few yards, yet left Helia to pass.
Then, the creature hovered in the infirmary's door, eying whatever she did. A shape passed the camera on the other side. Great, there were two.

Slowly, Helia placed Irina in the scanner, and let the metal ring run along the body. The threat emanating from the many-headed creature was almost palpable.
As she took a blood sample, she could feel it drawing closer, hovering over her.
Do not look, show no fear, do not quiver, don't get near.

Ever so slowly, she withdrew the needle, and placed one of the samples under the microscope, the other in the sequencer.
Slick sounds made her aware of the beast's activity. It was licking the first mate clean. Excellent.

Shrugging, she turned back to the results. Fascinating.
First of all, the blood - the woman's red blood cells were normal enough; her white blood cells showed amorphous organelle-rich macrophage-like types in addition to the usual crew. Helia saw them moving through the sample, briefly touching the other cells, ever restless. Whatever their purpose was?

The sequencer confirmed her assumptions - there were genetic sequences from at least four individuals present in the sample; strange that the chimeric body hasn't eaten itself apart yet. Most importantly, also abundant unknown sequences were detectable, bearing only low homology to Earth's organisms. Quite much DNA, actually. Her professional interest was piqued as she studied the tense creature behind her. Perhaps she should get a sample from one of the three dead critters?

Finally, the tomographic scan revealed the high bone density she had previously felt, along with discreet marks along the bones where they had, according to her estimate, been separated and re-joined. The rest was human - except for a long organ reaching from the head down the neck, through the mediastinum to the retroperitoneum, its borders ill-defined, telling of its thorough interconnection with the surrounding tissue.

***

Irina dreamed, her sleep distorted by the drugs in her system into a befuddled swirl of colors and sounds.

***

Sunny's suit computer beeped. Oxygen reserves at 33%? How fast has she been spending it?

***

Jerome fiddled with the wrist computer from the first mate's suit. Made in Arkona, solid piece of technology and rather robust - and the interface was in Russian. When he tried to plug it into his own computer, it immediately responded with hostile software and promptly replaced his screen saver with a seemingly never-ending stream of adorable kittens that were highly deficient in grammar, spelling and sentence structure. Huh. Luckily, he pulled the plug before anything worse could happen.

At least the suit repair kit was not booby-trapped, and soon, space-tight duct tape covered the rips and tears, melding with the suit's material to become one. A suit integrity test revealed he was good to go. A smiling kitten in a vacc suit was accompanied by the slogan: "Where does the astronaut hang out? A space bar."

Huh.
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Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by Autumn on April 17, 2014, 07:55:45 AM »
Autumn snarled at the tingling sensation that still coursed through her body and set her fur on end, the blown primary capacitor still smoking furiously in front of her. if not for my suit I'd have been fried, d**n micro fractures! Apparently the system suffered a surge before someone sliced the cables, figures.

"Stand by for gravity re-initialization." She said over the com, grateful the power surge hadn't fried her suits electronics completely. She braced herself and slowly returned the gravity to normal over the course of several seconds, hoping it wouldn't interrupt the rest of her crews activities at such a gradual power up.

The clicking of the intercom drew her attention, thumbing the button and giving the chimera her best professional look. "Repairs underway captain, gravity online, still working on other systems, please withdraw yourself and other personnel to the crew quarters for safety purposes in the event of feedback or system failures." She turned off the com and switched back to the private channel, "I'll have central control running soon, but I'm going to need your medical services after, Sunny I'm... Not in the best of shape." She clicked off the com and resumed work, choosing to ignore the faint mist of blood from her nostrils hazing the tip of her helmet with every breath.

Work now, rest when I'm dead, if we don't get off this ship soon there won't be a later to worry about.
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Moderated Freeform / Re: [Coldforged - 1423] Ardenwald
« Last post by valadaar on April 17, 2014, 07:25:28 AM »
Kuth put hoof to dirt and barrelled once more towards the thing, intended to punch a rino-sized hole through it, and hopefully not Elquin.

(09:23:27) Minion: valadaar rolls 1d100 and gets 49.  Looks to be a hit.
Location: right in the (09:24:02) Minion: valadaar rolls 1d20 and gets 2.
Damage? Assuming the same:  3,1,6,6,6,6,3. + 2 for 33 points!


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Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by valadaar on April 17, 2014, 07:19:57 AM »
"Got the wrist comp, checking it out."

He picked up a suit repair kit among the debris, and shuddered inwardly from the damage.  He knew all about traumatic injuries,having first hand experience with them. It reminded him to turn down his O2.  He had been getting light-headed but had hardly noticed it.   He took the lase gun and spice, and what wrist comps seemed serviceable.



09:26:47) Minion: valadaar rolls 1d100 and gets 87.
Skill - Robotic Systems Engineering: 65%





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Hollen's Prize / Re: OOC
« Last post by EchoMirage on April 17, 2014, 07:12:22 AM »
Short: Autumn rolled for repairs, succeeded to repair gravity botched the central control repair, and finally succeeded.
She takes 1 damage.
She then failed.
I rolled a 42 for her, succeeding in the end.
Sunny has enough time to analyze Irina.
Jerome has enough time to scout.

I will describe the progress of repairs in my next post.
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Simplifying combat
Do we want that?

As a longtime proponent of realism, I wholeheartedly love the RuneQuest / Call of Cthulhu base rules.
While we have a simplified ruleset, combat is very much in the spirit of RuneQuest.

But, it has come to my attention that it makes combat long winded. Especially now that you have entourages.

WHAT IF:
- The GM rolled initiative for everyone (Streamlines fight sequence process, and lets us avoid waiting for people to just roll their initiative)
- The GM rolled hit locations (1d20) when you attacked, removing the burden of location from your rolls (unless you targeted a specfic hit location)
- The GM rolled attack rolls and such of your henchmen. You still can order them around, but the combat mechanics are moved to the GM.
- The Player rolled: A) To hit roll and B) damage roll for his/hers/its PC only

Would that be smooth and desireable?

Say Yea if you are in favor of these simplified simplified rules
Say Nay if you wish to retain the current level of control
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Moderated Freeform / Re: [Operation One] Cosmic Era Mecha Game
« Last post by Marsha Stressor on April 17, 2014, 03:27:39 AM »
"Just call me Long Shot Sarge," She replied to Maxine, before keying her com to a wider frequency and radioing in their position, before switching back to the group channel "Great work everyone, stand by for aerial retrieval and RTB." (return to base)

She gave her LAI an approving nod "You did great too, honor and glory to the Federation!"
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