Or Takeda can take the helm.
"I'm getting a drink from that replicator, and if none of you have taken the pilot seat when I come back, I'll fly us over." Imagine threatens. Then she gets up and checks how that device can be coerced into producing an acceptable margarita.
Takeda noting the need steps up to the helm. "Shall I take us in then?" He asks. With an affirmative he begins the descent toward the planet.
Takeda takes course on the moon, Maxim pointed out. But he gets surprised by the special gravitational forces, that are caused by twelve stars being in such a close proximity. The forces shake the sledgehammer, as it passes through the fields that pull in different directions. Which drags the ship off course.
uh oh.
Voxx holds himself steady as the big ship shudders under the control of Takeda, but he keeps a quip to himself, knowing how difficult it must be dealing with all of those gravitational eddies.
Maxim is torn between his duty on the bridge and the nagging impulse to go join Imagine at the bar. "On any other day..."
He leans forward, his cobalt-blue eyes transfixed on the holoscreen. His fingers tightly grip the arms of the command chair while the Sledgehammer twists, dips, and shakes as it is pummeled by gravitational anomalies.
Then, coolly, he says, "You got this, Takeda."
"Crap, that's some crazy gravity effects!" Takeda says trying to compensate for the forces trying to rip the ship apart.
Takeda makes it past and through the slightly bent space-time-continuum and finally the Sledgehammer enters an orbit around the moon.
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"Okay, now make a make a pass over the landing site. I'll jump out and see what's on the ground.
Then make another pass and land.
If there's an ambush, I'll start to make some trouble, and you'll know where to attack.
If there's nothing, then nothing will happen.
Apologies, Takeda, it would appear you can not join me as you are needed here."
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"Yeah, sorry. Still on probation from my last FUI." Imagine comments, rolling her eyes.
"Years of training. So if Takeda wants to go along, I'm sure I can do two flyover maneuvers for your preferred area and then park the thing."
"What say you captain?"
"I don't have any flyin' stuff, but I can tag along on Takeda's rope....don't want to miss any fun!" Voxx says from the back of the bridge.
"You sure as hell don't need my permission to do crazy s@&&." He winks, and then, with the ship more or less in hand, he goes back to the bar for a much-needed glass of victory.
Imagine does a fly over the landing pad.
Second time she hovers over the place to let all who got the crazies jump out for their jungle adventure.
The nearby trees sway as something very large barrels its way out of the jungle. Branches snap and foliage is scattered about as a large, bulbous beast with two mouths, each one dripping with slimy green saliva, bursts into the clearing. The creature walks on a handful of small legs, and two massive clawed arms jut from its torso. Its thick tail flails violently about, and both its mouths each let loose deafening roars as it charges forth.
If the ship is steady enough...
Takeda takes aim at the beast and fires from the loading ramp.
If the ship is jerking too much or the range is too great...
"Woo-hoo!" he yells and leaps out the door rope in hand using his feet to break as he gets closer to the ground. When he hits he clears the rope to allow Voxx a safe landing and draws a bead on the beast.
"Heh Heh, let me in on the fun!" Voxx shouts at Takeda over the noise of the wind.
Bracing himself against the bulkhead, he aims and fires...
Refreshing adult beverage in hand, Maxim strolls past the open bay door to wonder at what the commando squad is shooting at.
"Oh hey, that's novel. You know, I designed the turret to be on the bottom of the ship for exactly this reason..."
"Heya, if you wanna save ammo, we got a bigger gun for that. But don't let me get in the way of your having a good time."
"I thought about that but was already here. Then again, why use a fly swatter when you can use a shotgun. Excuse me as I go access the turret." Takeda says excusing himself to head toward the gunnery controls.
Gunnery=1d20+BAB+Dex Mod+Pilot Ranks+Captain Bonus
For Takeda: +9+4+2 = +15
Like true battle heroes half the crew starts shooting the oversized thing from the ship standing on the open cargo bay, while the other half pops out a drink. Until Takeda finds it boring and ineffective to shoot with tiny guns when the big guns with computer aided aiming have a comfy seat and a cupholder.
While being shot with guns the thing roars and rages in vain, this immediately ends on the shooting of the Laser Turret. It is one thing to see that in action in the endless black of space against high tech shields and armored space ships. But it is something completely different against nature in an atmosphere.
The high energy beam turns the air at the point where the rays converge into plasma. The whole ship is engulfed in flames, which is really impressive to look at from behind the shields. As the sight is clear again you see that the blast wave created a crater with a some 100 yards diameter and everything inside was turned into a burned wasteland. There is no trace of the beast left. And the landing pad doesn't look as trustworthy anymore.
"What the..." Imagine calls out as the ship starts shaking, and all lights on the console start blinking and beeping like crazy. "Now I need a new drink." she adds as her glass slides off the polished surface and shatters on the floor.
"Groovy," observes Maxim, nonchalant. "Looks like we need a little more expertise setting down now. Maybe we can set down in that clearing you just made. One of you flyboys wanna take the controls?" He returns to the bar and idly chats up Imagine as if the fate of the galaxy were not at stake.
Over the comm Takeda says, "I never fired one of those in an atmosphere before. That was awesome!" Then he steps up behind Imagine, "You want me to do the landing or shall I go get you a fresh drink?"
"You do that. I retract to the lounge." Imagine tells and joins Maxim.
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"Congratulations. Mission accomplished," Gorn rumbles into the comm as the monster is obliterated utterly. Indeed, the destruction was so complete and widespread that his own force-field was sorely taxed with the aflame atmosphere, but it was able to withstand the onslaught without undue harm.
That done, he circles the demolished landing site for any other surprises.
While Gorn flies around he get's shot. Something that looks remotely like a shirren comes after him in the air. But it's flying without technical gear and the legs would better match a horse than a shirren. All in all it's a strange sight.
Takeda puts the sledgehammer down on the landing pad. The pad tilts to the side and the ship slowly slides with an ugly metallic noise to the side as all the wight is on the landing gear, but it stops after a foot or two. Not perfect but not warse than landing on the ground.
Voxx watches the destruction of the creature and a lot of jungle , eyes wide with excitement, only uttering a long drawn out "Oooooooooo!"
As the vessel lurches onto the landing pad, Voxx hops out and , still using the Sledgehammer for cover, takes aim at the flying thing accosting Gorn...
The shot from Gorn misses the target. Or to be more precise, it goes right through it without any effect.
The enemy points its hand, which has a toothy mouth in the palm at Gorn and shoots lightning at him.
Maxim finishes his drink while Takeda expertly sets the Sledgehammer down. He takes a minute to relieve himself and grab his gear, then join the others outside. A bright flash in the sky draws his attention upward to where Gorn was struck by lightning.
Graviton Attuned x1. Total Defense action (for "Reflection" stellar revelation reaction).
"Gorn, quit screwing around with that flying horse. We have a galaxy to save."
Gorn comes in strong, only to totally miss. The big league dead man boops Gorn's nose.
"Imagine, what is it?"