Game play thread here, fellas!
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I've been here. I posted in discussion... I just dotted and deleted in this tab to get it on my list because I didn't know we had to check in to both, and there was no story to respond to.
Ready and waiting.
Alright.
Above the world of Eberron floats New Cyre Station. It's designed and built at Lagrange Point 1. The station stays stationary where it is, and is protected from any moon orbits. It looks like Deep Space Nine, so it doesn't have as many inhabitants as Absolom Station. The station was built by Cyre back in the day, using many resources. But now it floats like a beacon in space for all the displaced Cyrans that were forced to live on the station full time after the Mourning four years prior. The inside is bustling, and there is a cantina. Here is where you find yourselves.
The cantina is also bustling, with a couple of vesk playing music in the background. The bartender is a Damya Lashunta, who sells drinks to those who needs them. The drinks range in strength, from 10 proof to 80 proof alcohol. Sometimes, he has stronger stuff, but he keeps that hidden away. It's the beginning of a new chapter for you, a new chapter in space.
Chkchka goes up to the bartender and says Greetings. I am Chkchka. I am looking for work on a salvage crew. I'm good with salvage, and can also heal some. Do you know anybody that might need someone like me?
"Not off hand, no," the tender says. "Perhaps if you wait, something may come up."
Chkchka gets a soft drink and something to eat (if it isn't all alcohol), and goes to sit in a corner and observe.
Arthur walks into the bar with a few print outs to review of possible jobs that had caught his eye. He'd looked over them a few times and some of them had some promise but there was nothing that had really drawn his attention. He orders a non alcoholic drink and leaned against the bar looking over the first wanted add sighing.
A man who looks like he had ridden hard to flee death comes staggering into the bar and orders a drink and a pitcher of water.
He is one of the less common races you see in the Triune system these days, a half man/half dwarf. Clean shaven, he bore multiple melee weapon scars, and even as he chugged the entire pitcher of water (a decent amount of which was running down the front of his homespun shirt) he was scanning the room, clearly looking for something...or someone.
After a moment, whatever he was looking for did not appear before him, however, and so he visibly relaxed and took his time drinking his beer.
Elai enters the Cantina, with a nod at the Lashunta bartender she sends a telepathic request for a (light) drink and asks if there's been any interesting news, as she does so she scans the bar and after a moment's consideration approaches the scarred Mul.
Arthur looks at Iamb letting the strange man finish his pitcher and settle himself. "Are you alright Mister...?" Perhaps he should just leave well enough alone the man had a sense of trouble about him but trouble bred opportunity for the cunning to see like rats bred flees.
Chkchka watched as the Lashunta approached the Mul, wondering what would happen. Che loved people-watching, but still stayed alert for any mention of a job. Salvage was better of course, but che would take ship's medic too. Anything to get back out there.
The one thing you've got to know is that space is impossibly vast. People can't seem to get their heads around the fact that space is vast. That being said, things almost invariably happen when people get together. Like what happened when four space goblins wandered into the tavern and started blasting their weapons for no reason other than to shoot up the canteen.
Armed with junk lasers, the goblins begin shooting. PEW! PEW! PEW! They cared not who they shoot at as long as they had their fun.
Chkchka casts Mind Thrust at the closest Goblin (moving if necessary to get in range (25 feet)).
<--Will save for half damage, DC 14
Arthur draws his pistol and hops over the counter of the bar as cover. His second skin armour would provide some protection but he'd rather something more substantial. He leveled his pistol ready to crack off a round in short order.
roll initiative.
goblins:
Chkchka's mind thrust actually works.
Elai ducks behind the table, pulling it over give a little better cover. She nods at Iamb "I'm Elai, don't feel you have to be shy about joining me in the cover."
Initiative order, if we can keep it.
"I am fine sir. I just swore to myself that as soon as I got off that dustball I would find the clearest, cleanest pitcher of water I could find and drink it all. Athas is a hellhole."
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Heavy was sitting in the toilet while the turmoil got itself started. Already two light and one heavy drinks in when some guy who introduced chimself as Chkchka,
well... Introduced itself. She took her time, it proved to be hard doing number one whike holding the broken lock door and aiming a reaction cannon towards said door.
"How the heck am I supposed to wash my hands in whatever this craphole calls a bath-" she was about to loudly scream as she returned to the cantina's lobby when her instincts kicked in and she saw the goblins. "Oh shit, it's THEM! IT'S THEEEM!"
As Glory shouts into the main room, Iamb shouts back "Use sand like a normal...nevermind. It's been a bad couple of years." that last part was clearly mostly to himself.
As the Goblins come running in and shooting, Iamb will fire from the hip at two of them.
As Glory shouts into the main room, Iamb shouts back "Use sand like a normal...nevermind. It's been a bad couple of years." that last part was clearly mostly to himself.
As the Goblins come running in and shooting, Iamb will fire from the hip at two of them.
[dice=full attack (each attack at -4)]1d20+1; 1d20+1
[dice=Damage Rolls]1d8+1; 1d8+1
You manage to kill one goblin. Dead.
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some guy who introduced chimself as Chkchka, well... Introduced itself.
Least you all have a ranged Weapon of some sort. All my money went into my Datajack.
Okay, Elai C'tera, it's your turn.
Elei snaps off a shot at a goblin
Hit, one goblin knocked out of the fight.
:D
The space goblins attack. One of them tries to attack Chkchka.
hit.
Heavy kills another space goblin with her cannon.
Okay, Arthur d'Cannith, you are the last to go.
Arthur draws his semi auto pistol and levels it at one of the goblins preferring to take one out rather than wait to get hit himself. He cracks off a few shots knowing he's not the best shot trying to make up with quantity.
second one hit.
The space goblins are still in the fight. There are 3 of them left.
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·Elei, Chkchka and Iamb go now
·Then the 3 lonely Space Gobbos
·And finally Arthur, Stik and The Marvelous Me finish the remaining
"You better scurry away, you damned Scro Sympathizers!" yells Glory before slamming the slightly jammed bolt to ready another bullet "Not now babe, we got work to do... hang it there babe..." she mutters to her Reaction Cannon as she turns around for a way out the cantina, just in case.
Iamb will continue to rapid fire at the Goblins.
Chkchka shoots cher needler at the same goblin che targeted with the Mind Thrust.
All the shots go into the wall, Chkchka's shot sticks to the cantina's wall. Things have heated up and everyone has ducked for cover. Including the bar tender, who is safe behind his bar. His mirror has a nasty habit of reflecting junklasers. The goblins are still heckling away as they fire ahead, even though three of them are down. (Still not their turn).