Horus lands another laser beam across the lead goblin's face, leaving his with a charred "X" shape marking his visage. The goblin shrieks in pain hopping back and forth from foot to foot and slapping at his face.
|CMO Baasira Morelane|
Baasira pulls a large syringe full of yellow liquid from her kit and injects it into Walter's chest. Immediately afterwards he starts to seize and thrash as many of his worst wounds knit themselves shut.
Cure Mod Infusion 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8
Then she pulls another one out, drops it down on his chest and says "You're on your own from here Walter. Please don't die!" Before crouch-running back to the teleporters.
There is another cure moderate infusion sitting on your chest now Walter. Syarha, you're up. You need your move and minor to get to the cargo bay. Tell me which square you want to be on and take a standard action.
Okay, gonna take Syarha's action for her.
Syarha appears on the teleporters and casts two small magical missiles at the Orc.
Damage 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4
They sizzle into him, leaving him looking like he is on his last breath.
Both the goblins grab another vial from their belts and fling them at Leo.
Attack 1 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Random Direction 1d8 ⇒ 1
Attack 2 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Random Direction 1d8 ⇒ 2
Both miss him, landing just behind him before detonating. 5 damage twice (10 total), two reflex saves for half
Okay, Walter, you're back conscious. Your go.
Walter takes a 5ft step to T17 and attacks the remaing orcTo hit
Several issues here. You're prone and you dropped your sword when you went unconscious. You're only at 0 HP, which means you are also staggered. So you only have a single move or standard action. Sorry for not elaborating all this before I said go, didn't know I needed to.
-You've got a syringe on your chest that you could inject for another 2d8+4 hitpoints, we'll call that a standard action.
-You could pick up your sword. (move)
-You could stand up (move)
-You could crawl 5' (move)
-You could throw a bomb (standard)
Those are your only options I can see at this point. Again, sorry if I didn't explain enough. Just trying to follow the rules.
Okay, that ends Round 6, lets start Round 7...
The tusky Orc, staggered from his many wounds lashes out at Grunk with his claws...
Attack 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
But his blow is sloppy and Grunk easily deflects it.
Alright, Baasira is just going to make a tactical retreat, so everyone down through Syarha can act now. After her the goblins, then Walter.
Initiative: 18 --
Leo tries to jump out of harms way as the bombs explode close to him and is somewhat successful almost reaching cover behind a part of the teleporter. He get up and moves closer to the crates and Hours then fires his carbine at the closets goblin. He hits the central body mass of the goblin and a little smile flashes over his face.
Move to M 11 and fire at goblin 1
To hit1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Damage2d12 ⇒ (11, 2) = 13
1.st Relfex save1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
2.nd reflex save1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Leo's bullet takes the goblin right in the center of the X that was formed across the goblin's face by Horus' laser blasts. The small creatures' eyes widen for an instant before its head explodes like an overripe watermelon.
Please continue. Again, please put you current HP in your posts.
Horus' laser blast goes wide, singing one of the barrels along the back wall. Grunk continues to struggle briefly with the other Orc, before a bullet enters its left temple and leaves through his right, taking most of his head with it.
Orc is dead now. He only had 2 HP left not counting his negatives :P
Baasira runs back onto the teleporters and ports out.
Okay down to Syarha again.
I lunge forward, hand spread appart, ready for the magic rush, as the missile looses upon the final foe. God, I hate doing this...
Syarha has a look of disgust as her enemy recovers.
Magic Missile: 1d4 ⇒ 4
So sorry, I hate the person who never posts, I had a lot going on... :(
Now worries. You are third level so you actually have two magic missles, and each one is 1d4+1
Extra Damage 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
The two missles slam into the remaining goblin with a satisfying sizzle. The goblin, as yet unharmed staggers back momentarily before regaining his composure with a hiss.
He reaches down to his waist and begins to fiddle with something there.
He appears to be setting up a detonator.
Walter your go. You're still at 0 HP, so still staggered. You can take a single move or a single standard action.
Grunk sees the Orc go down and his rage dims and then dies, he looks quickly around feeling disorientated before hearing the shouts of battle behind. Quickly he tries to grab one of the Orc's pistols and attack with it if he can.
Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 1 = 19
Pistol Damage: 2d8 ⇒ (7, 4) = 11
Obviously the Goblin may already be dead but just in case :D
Fatigued: 8 rounds
Initiative 18/17 so far:
Kimefe runs forward and shoots, but her shot goes wide of the tiny creature. Horus fires his laser again from the cover of the crates, but it is also dodged. Finally Grunk picks up his fallen foe's pistol and blasts a round into the goblin's right thigh. It squeals in pain like a piglet.
Not dead yet :P
Moving back from the goblin while aiming his carbine, Leo shouts: "Get back he's rigging up a bomb!" This however throws off his aim and his shot hits the floor short of the goblin.
Craft (Explosives): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Moving back to L7
To hit: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage: 2d12 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10
Syarha's magic missles tear through the small creature's body just as it finishes fiddling with its bomb. The magical attack leaves two smoking holes in the goblin's chest, which he looks down at briefly in surprise before falling over with a soft thud, dead.
Okay, combat's over. Good thing too as he was about to blow you guys to sh*t. Nice save Syarha ^_^
We're no longer on initiative, you can act as you please now.
Grunk touches the wound on his chest lightly with a grunt, "Well that was fun!!!" He beams at everyone "Most fun in a long time!!!" He kicks one of the Orc's corpses before slowly bending down to examine them for useful equipment or anything that would give away why they attacked.
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
|CMO Baasira Morelane|
"Walter! My god, are you okay? Why didn't you use the infusion I left you?!" Baasira says, reaching out and grabbing the syringe from where she'd tucked it. She immediately jabs it into Watler's stomach and plunges the syringe.
Walter, you are healed 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8.
"Lie back now, I'll take care of the rest with a wand." She pulls a short wooden rod from a nearby tray and pushes the button on it before running it over Walter's wounds.
Healing 5d8 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 5, 2) + 5 = 17
Walter's wounds knit themselves shut under the effects of the magic. "Whew." Baasira says. "We almost lost you there." She looks to be a little bit in shock.
Grunk, give me a Knowledge (Local) check DC 20. You find that the orcs have railgun pistols. One each. Their powerclaws are actually surgically attached prostheses so they're useless. They're painted a bright red (the claws). These orcs are filthy, and aside from their weapons have only their rotting leather clothing. They are basically dressed like bikers, tight black leather pants, big spikey boots. They're sort of wearing vests or harnesses over their chests. That's about it.
Can I do Knowledge Local I am not trained in it. I can switch knowledge geography out if you think it would make more sense.
If noone is opposed I would like to steal one of those Rail Guns.
I had a question about power fist. I am allowed to fire a gun with my power fist hand or do I have to take it off.
|CMO Baasira Morelane|
I turn from the group, biting my lip, hard. I try as hard as I can, but I can't hold back a few tears. I killed him. A little green guy. Why? I wasn't threathened. I hate battling. I look away from everyone as I walk away, to the teleporter. When I reach the telerporter, I shout.
"Syarha's room, or whatevers close" I bark, although I am looking away from people, my face turns beet red, knowing I was noticeable...
If the Captain's squad is still in combat, Horus will follow Kimefe to deck one, otherwise he'll return to engineering to start co-ordinating the repair effort and see about dislodging the needle ships from Excelsior.
|Captain Alejandro Ageera|
Finally, a bit closer than I like Leo thinks as Syrah fells the last goblin. "Excelsior, Let the captain know that we're done here and able to support him now." Leo voices over the communicator. He walks over and examines the goblin, seeing all the explosives he sighs. It was a good thing we killed him before he could start the fireworks.
Hearing the captains orders, Leo wonders how wounded he is and decides to head to the debriefing first and swing by the CMO later. Better talk a little tactics with her, stupid rushing into combat like that. "Aye, aye captain, on my way," Leo responds before stepping into the teleporter.
Those who need to stop by Medbay first are healed up by Baasira or one of her assistants.
The conference room is fairly plain, a black glass table dominates the center. The room is oval shape, with padded walls. The Captain is waiting there, his uniform torn across the chest and slightly singed.