Paradigm raises the area of his face where an eyebrow would be if he had one. "It will keep those of us who are not living gods from being crushed under the pressure of the ocean as we dive into the deep to find that base."
The Fin manages to evade Thomas' knife thrusts.
Initiative! Only for those in combat - others can just post what they're doing whenever they want.
Diffraction - 8D
Ibrahim - 8C
Paradigm – JOKER!
Thomas - 2H
Guard (inside) - AS
So : Paradigm can act whenever he wants, and gets a +2 to rolls and damage.
Then : Guard, Diffraction, Ibrahim, Thomas
Focused on the task at hand, Paradigm weaves his magick into the sub so he can pilot it without a problem.
Soon his internal machinery shows him the way to pilot a submarine and its engines start powering up as his nanobots infect the electronics.
"We're ready to go people, let's stop playing around with the cronies and get going!"
The guard blasts Ibrahim :
= 14
Doing
= 30
Ibrahim takes 5(!) Wounds.
Diffraction, Ibrahim, Thomas - you're up!
Trappings: Robots, cyborgs, laptops, “jacking in.”
Your hero can interface with electronic gadgets, giving him much greater access to their inner workings than others. He gains +4 to rolls involving the use of computers or other electronics.
Modifiers
•Code Breaker (+1): The super can open electronic locks, bypass security systems, and override other similar protection devices without any tools. This requires a Lockpicking roll modified for the quality of the lock. The character can even try if unskilled and normally not allowed an attempt, and still adds the +4 bonus for interface. It takes 1d6 rounds to bypass a system or half that (round down) on a raise.
"Owe. You know, I don't think I've ever been shot before... Shot at plenty, even been hit maybe, but never wounded. I'm going to have to say that after further consideration, I'm not a fan. Zero stars."
After his moment or two to complain, Enkidu dashes inside in order to maim and disembowel the V'Sori bothering Thomas.
Diffraction blasts the last guard.
Diffraction's attack doesn't get thru the Fin's armor.
Thomas?
Thomas' first attack manages to Incapacitate the Fin.
We're out of combat!
What are people doing?
Boarding the sub.
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Thomas bends down and slashes the fin's neck with his vibroblade, making sure the threat is ended.
'Hey, Diffraction, were you able to release those clamps or do we need, like, all of the smart people in here to get on it?' Thomas sends out as a group-thought while simultaneously looting the guards equipment...followed by everything else he can get his hands on.
He still needs a better knife.
The thief moves over to the control room, the glowing armor dissipating as he moves, when he gets to the panel he pulls out a think fiber cable and plugs it into the panel.
Net 18
I think an 18 might *just* make it. ;) The clamps are free!
Everyone climbs aboard, and Paradigm enters the GPS co-ordinates of the base provided by Dr. Destruction.
Anyone want to say/do anything on the way there?
"I think i might have a broken rib, can any of you heal?"
Paradigm focuses on the piloting of the sub as they are all aboard, his nanomachines controlling every aspect. "That was less than optimal, but at least we are free. I could attempt to fix your rib, but someone else would have to take over the controls."
Angel seems very irritable and nervous. She stays quiet and out of the way.
Ibrahim lays, stiff as a board from where he is shot. His bodily functions are difficult to detect, as he does not breathe and his blood pumps very, very slowly, but his hand still glows faintly purple, hinting at his not-quite-dead-ness.
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On his way out the door, after having looted everything not nailed down, Tom comes upon what is obviously a long-dead corpse. "Oh, man. Where did this guy come from? We don't really have time to bury him. Maybe we could just dump him in the drink?
Could everybody give me a han--oh, nevermind, he's the guy that didn't eat mom's chicken.
Dude, you -always- wanna eat mom's chicken. I'll give you one this time, but I better see a cold dew in your hand you mowin' down some garlic'n'herb goodness next time we're at HQ."
Thomas again stretches out his hand and allows the Ring of Fullness to do its work.
= 5, -1 wound.
= 7, -1 wound.
= 6, -1 wound.
= 5, -1 wound.
Something magical happens as a look of sublime grace comes over Tom's face and the unlife that motivates Ibrahaim slowly returns him to full vigor.
Ibrahim's own unnatural regenerative properties combine with Thomas' own to return him to what passes for normal in practically no time at all.
He looks around.
"As it does not appear to be tomorrow, I'm assuming you helped me return to life sooner? Shukran jazilaan, Thomas. This will make things easier." he says, bowing his head to the scruffy man.
The rest of the trip passes without incident. You find the underwater base exactly where Dr. Destruction's co-ordinates said it would be. The base has an open space in its structure on the bottom of the base, and you steer the sub under it, raise the sub up, and find yourself in a "docking bay". There's two other mini-subs there already.
What do you do? There's one door leaving this bay area, at the top of a short flight of stairs.
After disengaging from the sub, Paradigm's nanomachines scatter into the air to sense any life forms other than their own nearby.
Somewhat absently, Paradigm says, "This may not be the only entrance, but it is possible this is how they came in. No welcoming party tells me that they may not have made it this far."
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"I think you may be right about that...unless of course they were a specialized attack squad and had not only diving suits but also explosives and knowledge of making an outer seal.
But why bring that up?
Alright Imma scout all the things. Wish me luck!"
Thomas turns invis and intang and floats up the stairs and through the door.
In the landing bay of the deep sea station, Enkidu looks around for a moment, and then shifts into a Channel Island's Pygmy Mammoth. The shaggy, elephantine creature swings his trunk around broadly, sniffing at the air, and breathing in deeply.
Taking a moment of concentration, he alters the shape's laryngeal folds in order to allow himself to speak, "Pygmy Mammoth. Pachyderms have the most sensitive sense of smell in the known animal kingdom. Twice as many olphactory receptors as a bloodhound. Give me a second."
Endiku checks the air for smells, trying to note anything out of place. In a contained system like this, smells would have little chance to dissipate. He counts individual smells, trying to see if he can figure out roughly how many beings might be aboard, and if any of the scents are something other than human. Fins and V'sori are to be expected, but chances were that some of the strike team might smell 'other-than-human.'
Enkidu, the trip lasted a couple of hours. If that's not long enough, ask Thomas for some healing rolls.
Seeing as the door is closed, Paradigm and Enkidu smell mostly salt water and fishy-type smells.
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Thomas turns himself horizontal *wink* and floats close to the puddle, trying to discern it it's also blood, or if it's, maybe, oil from a security bot or something.
He also looks at the blood, wondering if it was made by a gun, or a knife, or someone getting their head caught in a Wankel Rotary Engine....
But seeing that none of these things are actively shooting at him, he gets bored and eventually moves on.
With multiple choices offered to him, he defaults to the 'right hand rule' which, he totally remembers, means that he should always go right, and then he'll never get lost.
If someone tried explaining that that is NOT what the Right Hand Rule meant he would stab them and hide the body before eating it later.
Not one to wait around, Paradigm goes and looks at the door to see if it has any sort of security devices attached to it or if it is simply as advertised, closed.
Diffraction moves closer to the door deferring to the Professor.
Anyone else doing anything?
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'Careful, guys. Someone's head -definitely- was smashed against this wall and then slid down. It's pretty gross. All you squeemish types better go back home an' make me a sammich.'
Troubling his head no more with the weird spot on the floor (because if he really worried about that sort of thing he would've replaced the carpet in his room loooong ago) he goes right.
Hrungir looks uncomfortable aboard the vessel, you can tell that technology makes him uneasy. You almost hear him grumbling about "too much power" in mortal hands.
Hrungir will reconnect the minds of everyone present.
Anyone else can say what they're doing while Thomas does his thing...
If Hrungir is uncomfortable, then Angel is near panic. She dislikes enclosed spaces.
Diffraction investigate the door, does it have a locking mechanism.
The mammoth continues to snuffle around the docking chamber.
"I smell nothing besides salt water and rubber seals. That would probably indicate that this chamber has not been used in some time; or that it was recently flooded with seawater."
Eyeing the stairs, he sighs, "Why do they never keep wookies in mind when they design these things.?"
With that, he shifts into a new shape, that of a regular bloodhound, in order to help deal with the space limitations. He stands aside while his peers try to figure out the door.