Figit Pattal |
Figit thinks deeply as she stares at what the Professor called "bombs." As the rest of the group heads over to the wall, her mind whirls with the possibilities of damage these things could do to the ship. However, would they merely inconvenience the invaders, cripple the ship or blow everyone to the Abyss? She needed an expert in these matters. "Professor, before you press that button, could you take a look at these bombs? If we set them off, they could possibly cripple the ship and stop this invasion." Figit calls out. After a second, she says much more quietly "Or just kill us all...It's fifty fifty at this point."
Nixie |
Castrovel...14 year ago.
He was drunk again. That short fat Lashunta Arael had to call "step-father". Step-father: Arael! You little tramp! What did I tell you? Get over here! As usual it started with a beating. As usual she tried to get away. As usual she couldn't. Then, as it sometimes did it went from beating to...
No. Not this time. This time things were different. There was a look of confusion in "step-father's" eyes when she smiled as he tried to remove her clothes. Step-father: What are you smiling at, little wh*re?
You see, she had found something out at that old Aballonian crash site. She had found something wonderful. Arael: Robot 453! I need you!
Robot 453 Kool-aided through the kitchen wall. "Step-father" fell back in terror. Step-father: what? what is that thing? Arael, what's going on? Arael! But she had no compassion left. Not for such a beast as he. Robot 453 she whispered. Tear him apart.
And it did. Perhapse Areal thought we should do this to the rest of them. All the Lashunta men. We can find more someplace else!
Nixie |
Grey will take the flask with Alter Self, since that would be necessary to adjust his size to that of a Lashunta.
thank you guys for respecting the rules! It helps everybody suspend disbelief, and is just better:)
Celes Sontiri |
Celes did indeed take the vial that was offered to her, the disguise self one as she drank it without ever questioning how it would handle her figure. Though as she was drinking it that was when the boy began to irately mention his actual age.
"... A child, though?" was all she could think to offer him. It wasn't long before the adverse effects of the Disguise Self potion began to have its effects, her murky white eyes took to looking at her hands as pigmentation began to return to them.
Though the show was short lived as she looked up to the Professor's assistant. A foul look crosses over her features, clearly not a fan of the idea. "I think we should just move, not kill ourselves, life is always favorable to death."
Professor Quinto Addermire |
Sighing resignedly, the boy takes the singular flask presented before gazing irately up at Celes. "Who are you calling a little boy, lady?"
"Honestly, I know I've gotten good at hiding it, but I passed my second decade several years ago..." Shaking his head, he turns to the professor. "How long will this last?"Grey will take the flask with Alter Self, since that would be necessary to adjust his size to that of a Lashunta.
"Barring any sort of unforeseen complications from replicating a race with such unusual apparent origins, these transformative extracts should last only a few more minutes. Likely not much longer than it will take us to negotiate past any security personnel and confront the woman in charge. These others fool the senses alone, and should last, oh... somewhere over half an hour. Incidentally, the room in which these invaders keep their spare uniforms currently hosts an open doorway so there may be some risk of falling out if this vessel is to suddenly move. You may wish to poke the panel nearby to resolve that. Red seems to open the doors, so blue presumably causes them to close. All the same, I'd prefer not to spend too much longer dallying here."
Figit thinks deeply as she stares at what the Professor called "bombs." As the rest of the group heads over to the wall, her mind whirls with the possibilities of damage these things could do to the ship. However, would they merely inconvenience the invaders, cripple the ship or blow everyone to the Abyss? She needed an expert in these matters. "Professor, before you press that button, could you take a look at these bombs? If we set them off, they could possibly cripple the ship and stop this invasion." Figit calls out. After a second, she says much more quietly "Or just kill us all...It's fifty fifty at this point."
"Given that I have seen alchemists produce explosives potent enough to take a life in flasks only the size of a lemon, and the fact that they seem poised to drop through a gate in the floor, I would imagine them to be more than capable of destroying the entire vessel, but the risk to the city below, not to mention ourselves, seems a bit too high for me to feel comfortable dealing with them."
Vanna Barahal |
After swallowing her potion and changing appearances. Stepping in the elevator. "The first button is the top floor? Everyone get on. Sorry Victor, I have to at least try and save those people. After that we'll take your idea and get off this."
Victor Jankowski, Private Eye |
"You people are out of your minds! Oh, well. I’m sticking with the rest of you, but I ain’t putting’ on any dress. So maybe you’ll al just have to act like you are trying to do what that broad ordered the metal man to do. I’ll be your prisoner. Anybody got any fake manacles?”
Nixie |
You feel your weight increase, like being in an elevator. This vessel must be on the move, and your best guess is that movement is STRAIT UP.
flavor posting cause i'm bored at work:)
Vanna Barahal |
"We're running out of time!" Vanna presses the button. "We'll just have to come up with it on the fly." She looks at Victor thinking of what to do with him.
Celes Sontiri |
Celes, never one to be outdone, tried to press the same button before Vanna does, though not quick enough. She huffs, turning to her. "Was just waiting for everyone to get around boarding, kill joy,"
Though it's about this time she notices Vanna is hurt as well, and begins casting a cure light wounds as they move up the elevator upon her.
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Nixie |
Elevator sounds:
Whiiiiiiiiirrrrrr....
When the doors open again you find yourselves on the catwalk under the center of the bubble dome. The dome must be 100ft across.
Looking outside you see stars and cosmic beauty everywhere. Golarion is quickly getting smaller and smaller as the craft zooms away. There is a fleet of flying saucers and other bubble-domed ships flying loose formation with you.
Looking inside, down below where you are on the catwalk, you see Lashunta officers busily operating this vessel. They all wear the standard issue LGOC uniform:
-silver mini-skirt,
-low cut chest,
-60s style hair-does,
-and knee high boots.
Yum.
A few of them tout radar-dish-tipped ray guns on their belts. They look quite dangerous. Arael Stardust is no where to be seen...But you can be sure one of these beeeatches knows where she is:)
Go ahead and roll your disguise checks. Males disguised as females take the -2. No one is actively looking for you, so your disguise here initially works fine. For now these gals assume Victor is just another s&x slave, taken 'top side' for a looksy. I'll use the roll results if any of you try anything suspicious. As alway, RP bonuses will apply behind the scenes:)
Figit Pattal |
Figit facepalms yet again at Victor's antics, before seeing the horde of buxom alien babes. Straightening her back ("Wow, everything looks so different when you are this height"), Figit admires the view of death dealing space ships flying around them. What has happened today is beyond her wildest hopes for proving life exists on other planets, but at what cost?
Disguise: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Nixie |
One stunning Lashunta beauty, Ensign Xenonia on her name tag, comes up the spiral staircase onto the catwalk. She's headed for the turbo lift with a clipboard in her hand. She eyes Victor over.
Sheesh, Sisters! Don't you know that thing is dangerous? You really should put a Manacle around his neck. She steps into the turbo lift with you and taps her foot impatiently waiting for you all to get out.
Going down, or stay'in here?
Scientist Lisa |
Oh gods! They think VICTOR of all people is my slave!
an anime sweatdrop forms on Lisa's forehead as she makes an embarrassed face.
"I think we've beaten him into submission, eh, slave?"
At this, Lisa kicks Victor in the shin just hard enough for him to flinch.
Celes Sontiri |
Disguise (Now with potion features!): 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (8) + 21 = 29
"Some for both, Victor" Celes adds in a matter of fact fashion as she turns to face him. "I would love to go over the possibilities with you, but maybe some other time, unless the price is right. For now, however...," Celes, then grabs Victor's arm with a tight grip and pulls him all the harder against her. A grin crossing over her new Lashunta look as she says. "You're coming with me,"
With that she begins walking the catwalk, trying to drag Victor in tow. Her eyes casting upon the other officers to see if she can find one well away from all the others, where they could take her and question without raising too much of an alarm.
Of course posts while I'm typing! Editing to keep it updated
Though she is quickly interjected by the new woman. She stops, throwing a knee hard into Victor's backside as she grins at the new woman. "Oh don't you worry, we've trained him real well to obey. Didn't we, pet?!" She musters before kicking him again. She walks off, moving until she can Victor are off the walk and behind the woman, her eyes took to the party before he brings her hand to her neck, and makes a slicing motion. No better chance than right now.
Professor Quinto Addermire |
Oh wait, I misread the heck out of this. "The investigator can use inspiration on any Knowledge, Linguistics, or Spellcraft skill checks without spending a use of inspiration." I have plenty to burn!
Disguise: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 (with the -2 in there, and +10 from alter self)
Inspiration for good measure: 20 + 1d6 ⇒ 20 + (1) = 21
Professor Addermire has extremely mixed feelings on the situation. On the one hand, this view gives an unprecedentedly good view of the stars, but pulling out a spyglass and notebook would likely draw unwanted attention. Additionally, for such a usually verbose person to be unable to speak in the expected language, finding a means to make the requisite inquiries would be somewhat tricky.
"What a fool you are, you simple male human! Did you really expect us to 'take you to our leader?' Dear sister, why not humor this captive and explain the importance of the task keeping her from explaining this lowly beast's fate in person?"
Vanna Barahal |
Mesmerized by the stars when they first stepped foot under the dome, she snaps back when Xenonia asks us to get off.
"Where are the other prisoners being kept. We have a special case here."
Nixie |
Ah, a well trained one, says Xenonia, her antennae beginning to dance with wavy motions. Then to disguised professor Q: Indeed, sister. What harm can come? You see, filthy Golarion Dog, our illustrious Space-Marshall, Arael Stardust is just about to...
It's at this unfortunate moment that Grey's enlarge person spell wears off. He still looks like a lovely Lashunta. Just one freakin' foot shorter. Xenonia shoots Grey an inquisitive look.
Then Vanna asks her question about the prisoners. *face palm*
hahaha! Let's see you guys talk your way out of this one!
Celes Sontiri |
Well, it was a smooth transition up until Grey went off and shrank, Celes noticed almost immediately, and then when Vanna spoke was when she felt she needed to intervene. Victor still in tow, Celes would then reach for Xenonia, trying to cup her cheek and turn her away from him and face both her and Victor, who stand behind her at this point. She can only hope it isn't considered as a slight, but she has had more than enough experience at rendering people to their...carnal needs.
"Don't mind insolent jokes, you are far above that" Celes says in regards to Vanna's question. In hopes of playing it off as though Vanna was just trying to get a rise out of Xenonia. "And so much more... By the look of you my master. You know they say you know your way around the human body... I think I would like to see that and learn. Why don't we take a walk somewhere more...Private, while we inform our little pet here of the fate he is about to be in store for? You can have him, too, as a token of my...Adoration,"
Bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23 (+2 if she finds Celes attractive, HUZZAH!)
Nixie |
sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Fooled. Xenonia: *stary eyes* Level 3. Room 41. Now!
haha, everything beyond this will have to be innuendo, folks!
Edit. it would be a smashing time for lisa to knife this chick in the elevator.
Edit Edit. wouldn't that piss Celes off, lol
Celes Sontiri |
Okay one more post, and I'll patiently wait for everyone else to post, just too much fun to be had!
"Wonderful, I wouldn't want to step on your toes. Lead the way, and make sure -he- knows there is no hope," Celes answers before handing off Victor to Xenonia. Well that was one small bullet dodged. Celes turned to the others and offered a small shrug. "I'm sure our pet would feel uncomfortable without you at least being with him until we get to the door, though I hope you respect our dear officer enough here to leave us be until we are done with him," motioning to Victor. She took a step up to the others, hopefully not drawing too much attention as she tried to whisper as low as she could to them. "I don't know what to expect. Just stay close, I'll try and think of a way to signal you,"
Celes would follow Xenonia, then, where ever she might lead them. She could only hope they knew better than to actually leave Victor and her alone for long. She had plenty of experience manipulating people, rarely did she have to rely on others to make sure she wasn't space food if she didn't succeed.
"I'm getting chills thinking about you, I can't wait to see your...Interrogation style my master,"
Scientist Lisa |
Lisa knifes this chick in the elevator. With a Greatsword. She then uses her foot to push the Lashunta off of her blade.
"I'm getting tired of these pompous Castrovelers. I'm GLAD I have no memory of that place."
I am perfectly fine with Celes hating me now and forever for this. I just find it funny and in-character.
Nixie |
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Lashunta babe perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Nixie |
Poor Xenonia slumps to the ground, gurgling on her own Blue Lashunta blood. She looks at Celes with questioning eyes, as if asking Why?
There is a melodious bong and the turbolift doors close. The lift begins to descend...
floors 5...4...3...2...1...
Grey, the Lady's dog |
Ok, back now.
First question; the Lashunta are speaking something other than Taldane/Common, yes?
Second question...
I'm sure I had one, I just can't remember it now...
::sigh::
Grey's eyes go wide at the sight of Lisa's casual slaying of their captor & he slaps a hand over his own mouth in an attempt to force the bile back down his throat as he collapses to his knees, the picture of a stunned Lashunta adolescent girl.
Oh! I think I remember the question now. As Grey has the Childlike Feat, would it be likely that he just looks like a young Lashunta girl when the size part of the extract wore off?
edit: Grey is with the others, although if the others are in two groups he is probably in the group that Lisa is in, given he is reacting to her actions.
Vanna Barahal |
I had stepped off the lift with Celes, originally. So I would not be inside.
As the elevator door closes she see's Lisa draw her weapon and in a swift motion drop the girl. "Umm.." Then the door is closed. That Lashunta probably didn't deserve that.
Vanna looks around the dome she is now in and starts walking down it.
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Bluff to act like I know what I'm doing: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Celes Sontiri |
Oh Celes was enjoying her time all the same. She was trying to play this game for as long as possible, that is, until Lisa came from behind and proceeded to guy Xenonia. The gurgle and look of expectation up to Celes was given with an arched brow, though shocked, it wasn't like she could do much about it. Victor was released, and the dead began to fall to the ground.
"...Well I suppose we could always find out what is going on later, mm?" She managed out in a exasperated breath before moving with Vanna down the hall. There was little else to do here. "I am thinking they will know were here soon enough, given there's a corpse of one of their own lying around here. Let's try not to be here when they discover it,"
Victor Jankowski, Private Eye |
"I'm all yours doll face, lead the way, and let's see how long we can keep up this masquerade."
I turn to look at Figit, if I know which one she is, and give her a look that says, ‘I’m in way over my head, doll, hope we make it out alive.’
Nixie |
-Lashunta officers
-Control panels
-A basket of left over Fission Chips from someone's lunch
-Handheld equipment scanning device lying on table next a pretty maintenance Lashunta
-A set of keys to a flying saucer, on a peg
-Another set of odd looking keys with a tag that says: 1959 classic chevy biscayne
The noise of the murder has caused a few of the ladies to look around. Sense motive checks:
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 Vanna have been spotted.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Lashunta Officer: Excuse me, I do not know you. Who are you and what are you doing on the Observation Deck?
At the same moment a voice comes over the loud speaker. Attention, All hands, this is Star-Marshall Stardust. Robot 453 has been found sabotaged! We have intruders on board. Report to me immediately if you see anything. I am headed for Observation Dome!
In the background over the loudspeaker you hear the turbolift doors slide open. Then...Holy hydrogen bombs! Xenonia, are you okay? *gurgling sounds over the loudspeaker*
A few seconds goes by, then the Turbolift starts to Ascend back toward the Observation Dome: Floor 1...2...3...4...
Professor Quinto Addermire |
The professor joins the Lashunta in acting shocked and dismayed, particularly at the mention of a dead body which comes as a legitimate surprise.
Arael Stardust |
...5
The turbolift doors slide open. Arael Stardust steps out onto the catwalk, along with 4 Lashunta Space Marines.
sense motive: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
She instantly recognizes most of you. Ray guns come off belts and you find yourself in a 'stick-em-up' situation. What is this? says Stardust, Who are you and how did you get aboard my ship?
Xenonia's body slumps over in the turbolift. Poor space vixen.
Professor Quinto Addermire |
The professor continues to keep up the act as best as possible, in the face of a clearly deteriorating situation, hoping to at least catch some exposition before being exposed.
Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
But when it becomes quite obvious that the crew is small enough for no one to buy this, falls back on a call to reason and respect. "Well, you would of course have to expect that when attacking a large population center out of the blue, and one, at that, which plays home to some of your own kind, somehow displaced, those of an inquisitive or heroic bent are bound to decide to come and investigate, at the very least to determine the motive for which you come and what fate you hold in store for those you take captive. Particularly when the announced plans involve use of the word meat. While I am well aware that not every society considers the consumption of the flesh of other sentient races to be an act of cannibalism, and some further have no particular qualm even regarding their own, I would hope that by engaging in a reasonable peaceful discourse we could attain a level of mutual respect that would dispel such notions... although that woman's injuries would seem a more pressing concern... we should really table things while someone tends to that, yes?"
Diplomacy?: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
Inspiration: 17 + 1d6 ⇒ 17 + (5) = 22
That should at least be enough not to be pummeled into unconsciousness mid-sentence, right?
Arael Stardust |
Not every society considers the consumption of the flesh of other sentient races to be an act of cannibalism,
Stardust throws her head back and laughs, golden hair cascading over her shoulders. Meat? You mean you think we intend to eat Golarionites? Ha! No, the LGOC desires something much more...primal from our new slaves. Come now, remove your disguise. Let me look into my enemies' eyes. Only then will I consider not atomizing your bodies with this Aballonian Death Ray!