Sharlavaka rakes across the creature, but it's an graze causing no real damage (me flavoring an AC near miss).
Holding on Isis
Isis draws her arc pistol and attacks for damage.
Isis hits it's EAC, but the damage does not overcome the creature's resistance.
Top of Round 2
creature 1 (to Sharlavaka):
Claw 1:
Claw 2: Critical
Claw 3:
creature 2 (to Quinn):
law 1:
Claw 2:
Claw 3:
Quinn staggers back from the hit and fires her laser pistol:
Irina continues to give encouragement to Sharlavaka as he fights the alien beast.
Rest of the party may act. Don't forget your bonuses to hit from Esh's spell; anyone fighting Sharlavaka's creature gets an additional +1, so please specify.
Sharlavaka takes the attack to the side of the head, snapping his snout to one side. A low, rumbling growl erupted poured out of the Vesk's throat as he replied with his own claws.
Isis switches to semi-auto slugthrower, attacking the one on Quinn for damage.
Being cautious, Eshenvral takes several steps back and away from the beast, his hand poised up and focusing on the microbot manifestation alone.
Counting that +1 bonus, Sharlavaka's roll is an exact hit. The creature reels back from the powerful strike. Isis' shot also hits.
Maintain concentration, which sucks as it's a standard but what can ya do.
Top of Round 3
creature 1 (to Sharlavaka):
Claw 1:
Claw 2:
Claw 3:
creature 2 (to Quinn):
Claw 1:
Claw 2:
Claw 3:
Party may act.
Irina, seeing Quinn take such solid hits, runs up and administers a mk 2 Healing Serum.
Shrugging off the attacks, Sharlavaka attacked back once again.
The Vesk rips the Xorn-like beast a "new one" so to speak. It still lives, but is much less spry than it used to be.
Esh and Isis
Quinn moves back out of combat range and sends energy missiles into the creature she battles.
Isis fires slugthrower with sneak attack: for damage and for damage.
The elf, seeing that his efforts are at least proving marginally useful, keeps up with his efforts of concentration.
Isis' first shot grazes the creature's tough hide, but the second one strikes it solidly. The creature whines in pain.
Top of Round 4
creature 1 (to Sharlavaka):
Claw 1:
Claw 2:
Claw 3:
creature 2 (to Quinn):
Claw 1:
Claw 2:
Claw 3:
Yikes! That's three claw hits. Unfortunately two claws by the same creature indicates an bite attempt as well.
Bite:
Quinn drops to the ground, her body so severely broken Irina stands gaping for a second before springing into action. There's little hope she can do anything with this much trauma, but she acts regardless.
Irina realizes she must get Quinn out of harm's way before even attempting treatment. She moves the body, gentle as she can given the situation, back 15' and prepares her last Healing Serum.
Looking over as the captain fell, the usually taciturn Vesk bellowed a vindictive warcry before attacking once again. His normal style of fighting wasn't subtle, but this time he flew in with a flurry of claws and snarls.
Sharlavaka's first attack misses, but his second one deals the creature a fatal blow, rending it's body open.
Esh and Isis.
Isis continues her attack. for damage plus sneak attack for damage.
The remaining creature is seriously injured enough that it's no longer interested in the possibility of a feast at the cost of it's own life. It delves into the ground at a speed greater than you could follow, almost as if "swimming" in the dirt.
"Her condition is critical," Irina states, gesturing toward Captain Quinn. "I've done what I can, but it's just a matter of time."
Sharlavaka clicked as he looked back the way they came. It had taken them some time to get down, and going up would be even slower. "Not feasible to return now. Must press on. Mesk facility will have medbay and supplies."
The shattered remains of the jet, cracked open like an egg, sits not far away, the plantlife still steaming from fires presumably caused by the engines upon crashing.
Carefully looking inside, you note a personal comm unit, the ambassador's, still sending out its distress beacon sitting atop a table. It's easy to see the passenger compartment of the jet was once very luxurious, though it was largely ruined by the crash.
Toward the front of the compartment, a single dark-haired individual sits in a crash chair, his head resting against the wall of the plane, motionless.
Well, they were probably dead, but Sharlavaka moved to check. If it was Mesk at least they could take the body back. Get a reward for finding him.
Shalavaka finds it is, in fact, Mesk. But to the Vesk's surprise, the man is sleeping, but very much alive. His leg is elevated and in a plastic splint, and a laser pistol (probably belonging to the dead ambassador, given it's design) sits on the chair beside him.
He starts into waking and fumbles awkwardly for the weapon.
"Please do not shoot," the Vesk asked in his standard monotone. "We are here to rescue you. Although we would also appreciate any medical supplies still onboard. One of our party was wounded getting here."
If the man did shoot him, Sharlavaka would be mildly irritated. Hopefully, he wouldn't be a good enough shot to bypass his defences.
"I...I'm Elyon Mesk. Did THEY send you? The...are you friends of Ambassador Thomdock?" The man is more than relieved to lower the gun instead of using it.
The elf looks at the human with an appraising look, trying to find any hint of him being anywhere near as smart as made out to be. "We weren't sent for you if that's what you're proposing. Business proceedings can wait however. Where are your medical supplies?"
"In the back, what we have. It's a jump jet, we weren't planning on a big trip so I took a fast hopper. Not really designed for dealing with medical emergencies."
Reviewing the equipment, at best it will replenish some of Irina's supplies. There are two additional doses of mk 2 Healing Serum. However, as you gather up the equipment, you notice Irina in the doorway.
A tear drips from her eye as Irina states softly "She's gone. None of that will do any good."
Sharlavaka looked down for a moment. "Preserve remains as best you can, please. Resurrection is possible. Can attempt when possible." The Vesk wanted to do more - but since that wasn't possible he turned to what he could do. And back to Mesk. "Apologies, several questions need to be answered as we evacuate. Explain chain of events that led to this, please. What cause crash? Any other survivors? Did Ambassador survive initial impact? Status of fighters?"
"Some sort of malfunction; I think something out of the ice well hit one of our intake manifolds. It was just me and your ambassador who...he got eaten by something from the ground. Some sort of tunneling creatures. I managed to retrieve his pistol but then it came after me."
"If you know about the fighters, I guess I can explain the rest. We were on our way to an ancient production facility one of my scouts found. It's a secret facility, I haven't shared it with anyone. If you can get me there, you'll get your fighters. I believe in your cause; horrible policy the Pact Worlds came up with, abandoning you guys to the Azlanti."
"We will also require any support your staff can provide in maintaining our Captain's body for eventual resurrection," Sharlavaka added in a tone that made it clear that this was not a request, and simply a fact of what would happen. "Please also transfer entrance co-ordinates, IFF signals and passcodes to ease entry."
He looked over to Irina. "Expertise, please. Best way to transport Mr Mesk to his facility?" He looked at the leg. "Will carrying be acceptable, or will we require a stretcher of some kind?" He took a quick peek to look around the cabin for materials, in case they needed a stretcher, and was glad he'd brought his tools.
"We will also require any support your staff can provide in maintaining our Captain's body for eventual resurrection,"
"Best I can offer you in that regard is you take me there, you fly the ships out on tow (or individually), then you take me SOMEWHERE ELSE and signal my people. At that point, I can help your dead friend. Otherwise, I risk alerting someone at Alset to the presence of the secret facility, and if that happens, I'll have to stake official claim of ownership, at which point, well, I can't be connected with an illegal organization like yours, so I won't be able to provide the ships."
He looked over to Irina. "Expertise, please. Best way to transport Mr Mesk to his facility?" He looked at the leg. "Will carrying be acceptable, or will we require a stretcher of some kind?"
"The logistics are our biggest concern," the young medic states. "That cast he's got on is top of the line. He should basically be able to walk on it for short periods, albeit lock-legged. We'll definitely have to drag him up the higher levels though, unless one of us can fly," she jokes.
He's been quiet since the revelation of his captain's demise. "That's not as unlikely as you make it out to be. I know the spell to achieve flight, though it's strength is limited."
"Understood," Sharlavaka said to the others. It would have to do. He began hunting for pieces to make a sled for the captain's body and a harness so he could carry Mesk without using both hands.
"Understood," Sharlavaka said to the others. It would have to do. He began hunting for pieces to make a sled for the captain's body and a harness so he could carry Mesk without using both hands.
Easily successful.
Irina looks at Esh incredulously.
"You're serious? You...can do that?
Lugging metal and padding together in an openish space, Sharlavaka put down his artillery laser and pulled out a welder. "Two minutes." He began assembling the devices.
He gives her an appraising look. "I know it may be hard for your human mind to accept, but there's this thing in existence that we elves call 'magic'. It can be used to accomplish a great many things. It could even revive the dead."
Irina would notice that even for him, his words seem to have a lot more bite to them then before. His organic hand is clenched tight.