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Dalinar spends most of his time in his room as he is still uncomfortable cruising through space. He may also be hiding from all the squox onboard since they seem to enjoy his company more than he enjoys theirs.
After receiving a message he walks over and opens his door, "Certainly Freen." Dalinar stands aside and motions for Freen to enter.
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Rush clicks in response. "Pain.. Much Pain.."
LINGSTON chimes in. "Answer: Unfortunately we don't know where his home is. It could be the Akchios where the Wrikreechee originated, but it could be anywhere. Informative Recollection: Some years back, Rush was an experiment under the scalpel of the Corpse Fleet. They were devising a way to create deadly viruses and drugs to infest water planets. He was the test subject for a 'RUSH VIRUS'. The Exo-Guardians who rescued him could not find any records on him, so thats what he was called. The Skyfire Legion is the first clue to his past we have had in a long time."
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Minos will spend most of his time at the Science and navigation station. He seems spend a lot of time just watching the "stars" go by. Every now and then something curious would catch his attention and he would take some notes and readings.
When asked about them he smiles. "Maybe its message from Ibra. Or is just a mass of gas or star or something more mundane. Triune's gift makes Ibra's questions more fascinating to discover"
At other times he see something and then go readjust the squox habitrails saying something to the effect. "Testing an idea. Change a path and what new connects are truly made. Not just one that is first apparent."
"Recently Absalom station. I was also born there. But been to many places in between. As to a home?" He looks to his tool bag and the squox in his horns. "Anywhere. The universe is a big place. But it is interesting how close two point can actually be."
Freen notices that the clasp on Minos's toolbag is brass and tungsten symbol of Ibra.
Then with a half wry smile. "And what connections have you found about our fellow crew so far? There is of course Charli and Cedona, but I see that you are searching as well. As I among the stars, you search among the people. "
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Despite Freen common appearance of nervous and awkward, it seems that his appearance now is much more relaxed. He does not look around nervously. Also, he does not seem to speak softly after he enters. Though he does stay near the door a little awkwardly.
"I am sorry to bother you, but you seem to spend much of your time here" Freen says conversationally. "Also it seems like you are averse to talking about yourself in crowded situations, which I understand. But, if I may...where are you from that gives you such shame or aversion?"
Despite Freen common appearance of nervous and awkward, it seems that his appearance now is much more relaxed. He does not look around nervously. Also, he does not seem to speak softly after he enters. Though he does stay near the door a little awkwardly.
"Umm..sure..," he says hesitantly. "Prosper, you seem to act much younger than you appear, why is that?" Freen's question, though excessively blunt, does seem very sincere.
Freen's voice responds very empathetically, "Oh..that sounds awful. How long ago was his rescue?"
Free looks down abashedly, "Oh...well I...prefer to talk to people one on one I guess. I am more comfortable in those situations I suppose." He then looks up to Minos. "Why do you like Ibra so much?"
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"Like is an odd way of putting it. It is more of that we share mutual ideas of the universe. I was introduced to their teachings when I spent a few months on the Idari. They needed one of their hydroponic systems fixed, but since the original Katashas parts were no longer available, I used my knack to create "new" parts. Turns out that a vesk music orb can make a wonderful sonic hydro ionizer. Granted they needed a cube, so I had also figure out how to fit a 20 cm sphere in a 15 cm box. Suffice to say the local scholars were quite impressed. So over some Charli's Akiton Red we discussed the Inscrutable. It was not that I converted, but found that I was already there."
Minos picks up the snoring squox curled on ins lap to put in its nest. Then talking to two wee creature. "The other advantage is that many people easily accept that a follower of Ibra is a mad goat and tend to leave them to their own devices."
"In away knowing that there is always another mystery behind each connection, I don't think I will every die. Assuming I was a feychild"
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"Oh, huh..that is quite a feat." Freen pauses and looks down once more, though this time it seems more in thought. He then raises his head with a curious expression, "You said that you 'used your knack'? What do you mean by that?"
Freen's voice responds a bit reminiscent, "I feel like I heard something vaguely about that recently, though it had likely been though at last one filter. Who are you to Rush?"
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@Freen
"Certainly, please come in"
During the trip, Wint would definitely spend some time familiarizing himself with how the ship handles (ie, piloting it towards some of the drift things). No mechanical benefit, obviously.
He would also spend lots of time making sure that the ship is absolutely spotless, including everybodies personal quarters. He'd tidy everybodies locker, make sure their guns glean, the sword is polished, etc etc. He only rarely puts things back in the wrong place and would NEVER use the wrong polish on a gun (well, hardly ever. Well, only once or twice).
He takes charge at all meals and cooks up quite good meals considering the limited facilities. He definitely tries to cook something that everybody will like, or will tailor his creations for individuals as necessary. Yes, that probably takes HOURS a day :-).
He plays with the squox, of course. He actually IS (really) very, very careful to make sure none of them get hurt when he is cooking, closing the galley to make sure they do not end up in a blender, on the stove, etc.
He takes what time remains to talk to people, trying to get a feel for who they are (not what they can do, who they are).
"What is the Skyfire Legion? Are they brave adventurers who will save the galaxy from the Vesk?"
Others talking to him will realize that Wint is quite afraid of Vesk and thinks them an evil race.
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"Recollection: When we first met, I was designated to prevent him and the other experiments from perishing. Under threat from the Corpse Fleet, if I did not maintain their vitals, my programming would be purged. I was linked into Rush's health when the raid happened and the rest were disconnected."
"Grim Confirmation: None of the others made it. If I were disconnected from Rush, my programming would be purged, and he would not survive for very long. Vice versa, if his vitals failed and he were to die, my programming would be terminated."
"Assurance: In a way, I have grown fond of Rush, and find it not too hard to help him in his life. Utilizing some of the experiments to adjust his adrenaline and combat prowess or capabilities. One thing we discovered is he has that bone blade based on a mutation caused by the experimentation he can call upon if he needs it."
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"How about you, I've been hearing you going from person to person on the ship. Are you like, an undercover reporter? Or is this a secret episode of Stellar Survivor, that we've all been roped into?" He passes Freen another grilled iguana-skewer.
The Teapot exits the Drift above the misty and well-forested colony world of Nakondis. It’s an exciting time. Finally, you’ll be able to get off this tight little ship and stretch your legs planetside again! It’s time to make your delivery to Madelon's Landing and meet up with your friend Cedona. As soon as you arrive in orbit, however, your ship's sensors immediately alert you to hostile starships in the area.
Bleeeeeeeeet! Bleeeeeeeeeet! Proximity alert! Proximity alert! Potential hostile ships detected!
The little squox kits all dart everywhere in terror as they find hiding holes, and you all race to your stations to see what's happening outside. Indeed, two emerald green drones appear to be converging on your location. One has yellow fins, and the other blue.
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The Teapot -- Ship Stats
(And the Glossy Picture)
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Piloting Initiative:
The drones move first! They take up positions flanking you! You can find the map on SLIDE ONE!
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Ship Status Report:
The Teapot -- Shields at full, no damage
Blue Drone -- No damage
Yellow Drone -- No damage
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CAPTAIN
ENGINEER
PILOT
SCIENCE OFFICER (+2 to scans)
GUNNERS
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"Who are you that you think you may question me?! Did it not occur to you that I may not want to talk about my past at all?! Out with you!" Dalinar stalks towards Freen ready to throw him out physically if necessary.
Suddenly he stops, No, this is not how a man acts. Without giving Freen too much time to react Dalinar holds up a hand, "No, wait. You do have the right to ask. We are shipmates now afterall." Dalinar sighs before continuing, "I prefer if people don't know at all but the rumor mill always bests me. Yes, I was a prince. Was. My parents disowned me, though that is not the source of my shame nor the main reason I prefer it to be a secret. They are not good people and I am not proud of the half-orc they raised me to be. As you can see he still rears his head from time to time but I am trying to put that behind me. I don't like people to know because I do not want special treatment. Since everyone knows I will instead just demand you all act as though I'm just another half-orc onboard." The irony of ordering people not to defer to him seems lost on Dalinar. Or perhaps it's less of a royal decree than a strongly worded request.
Dalinar stands out of the way on the bridge eyeing the empty captain's chair. He starts at the sound of the alarm. "What the...already?" He looks around for something he can do to help but seems lost.
Dalinar notices that Spec doesn't seem much better off than he does. "You can do this Professor, you seem a smart fellow."
The new objects on the sensors get Minos's attention.
With a bit of glee. "Ah. A new piece of data in to the universe.
Minos's scan is quite successful! Because the drones are 1/4 tier, their tier is treated as zero for ship math, so the DC to scan the drones is 5! Not quite enough for the entire sheet, but pretty good!
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Minos knows:
Tiny racer drone
Speed 12; Maneuverability perfect (turn 0)
AC 15; TL 15 HP 20 each; DT —; CT 4 Shields none
Attack (Forward) light laser cannon (2d4)
No expansion bays.
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"Oh bother, there I go getting distracted again. You wanted to know what I teach... well, that is an answer in parts. Professionally, I teach a "boring" course about staying out of trouble to primarily spoiled children who would rather be anywhere else in the galaxy than my classroom. What I really like though, is teaching people how to look inside their own minds!"
He starts bouncing with excitement, completely unaware that this is the point where his audiences eyes tend to glaze over or they begin edging towards the doors.
"You see, inside every mind is the subconscious ability to solve issues that the conscious mind shys from. ..perhaps a spark of the divine, but that is for later ... and with the application of the principles of..."
In full professor mode now, Spec will ramble on as long as Freen lets him.
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"Yikes!" Spec yelps as the proximity alerts scare off a handful of feathers. He blurts "Nevermind, I'll talk to you guys later.." to Rushling as a half-flaps his way down to the auxiliary gun control station muttering "Oh dear, oh no, oh dear, oh dear..." all the way there.
He plops down in the oversized chair and gets his first view of the adversarial ships through the targeting software.
"Thank you Dalinar!" Spec visibly calms down. "Preparing a firing solution, and awaiting orders."
"We're under attack!!! Lets try and destroy one of these quickly!!"
With that, Wint jerks the ship all around the sky,
He makes sure that the forward cannons will come to bear on the blue finned ship
"Hah! take that!!!"
"This thing handles like a garbage scow!. If this thing was more maneuverable I could have flown right past it!"
"Oh fruit! I think there was something about this in the training... uh..." Prosper pulls out a little Skyfire Space Tactics 101 Guidebook and pages through. "Proximity alert, proximity... meaaaaannns... they're close? Oh, no, it means they're trying to kill us!"
He jumps on into the gunnery seat where he stashed his snacks earlier.
"OK, I can totally do this. Here goes!" He takes a hold of the turret control joystick and angles the coilgun at the blue drone.
Freen frantically begins typing on a console and shifting some levers.
ENGINEERING PHASE
Freen diverts power to the weapons!
HELM
Minos scans and discovers that the drones have a lot of speed, but no shielding. Wint flies evasively, taking the ship out of range of one of the two drones, and to the side of the other!
GUNS
Prosper is a little cocky about his experience with videogames, and just barely misses the blue drone! Dalinar encourages the nervous Professor Spec, who looks at the gun controls like they will bite him! But then Spec takes a deep breath!
I can do this. I can do this.
And he does! He hits the drone for four damage thanks to Freen's weapon boost!
Meanwhile, Rush looks down at the weapon controls, and they feel familiar somehow. Didn't he fire one of these once? With his AI Lingston's help, he concentrates and shoots!
Rush not only hits, but he does a crit!
And because the drone's crit threshold is only four, it gets two more critical effects from the combined damage of Rush and Spec's initial hits!
The blue drone fires hopelessly into space, but cannot hit The Teapot!
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The Teapot -- Ship Stats
(And the Glossy Picture)
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Piloting Initiative:
The drones take time to make an automated snicker, because now The Teapot moves first.
Heh. Heh. Heh.
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Ship Status Report:
The Teapot -- Shields at full, no damage
Blue Drone -- Sixteen damage
Yellow Drone -- No damage
Tiny racer drone
Speed 12; Maneuverability perfect (turn 0)
AC 15; TL 15 HP 20 each; DT —; CT 4 Shields none
Attack (Forward) light laser cannon (2d4)
No expansion bays.
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CAPTAIN
ENGINEER
PILOT
SCIENCE OFFICER (+2 to scans)
GUNNERS
Minos takes one more pass to make sure there are not anything missed with the drones. "Unmanned Drones are prone for nasty surprises"
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Freen had assumed that Rush would be in here as well. He does a quick look around to see if anyone else is in the engine room. Freen's posture relaxes and with trained efficiency he begins diverting to the power once more.
Interesting...the mote...
Freen cowers scared as Dalinar approaches. His hands taking a position to wrap his head from front to back.
When Dalinar stops Freen maintains his cowering position until Dalinar sighs. He then slowly raises back up as Dalinar continues, though he does edge slowly toward the door.
A couple moments pass after Dalinar finishes and issues his demand before Freen says plainly, "Oh, I don't care that you were a prince or something," And with a shrug he adds, "If that's not who you are, then that's not who you are. I doubt anyone on board this ship will care about it as much as you do."
Only another moment or so passes to let it sink in what Freen said before he bluntly speaks again, "So..uhh..about that mote. What does it do?"
Despite Freen common appearance of nervous and awkward, it seems that his appearance now is much more relaxed. He does not look around nervously. Also, he does not seem to speak softly after he enters. Though he does stay near the door a little awkwardly.
"Umm..can you leave my room alone?" Freen says a little awkwardly.
BRIEF RETCON ABOVE!
The drones have a special that I missed. Apparently, when they take critical hits, they lose extra hull points instead of taking critical effects. That's what happens when a GM fails to read an entire stat block -- especially when that part of the stat block is on the next page. Oops.
Blue drone is at -16 hull points, and its weapon is not glitching!
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Minos now knows everything there is to know about these drones!
Tiny racer drone
Speed 12; Maneuverability perfect (turn 0)
AC 15; TL 15 HP 20 each; DT —; CT 4 Shields none
Attack (Forward) light laser cannon (2d4)
No expansion bays.
Power Core Micron Light (50 PCU); Drift Engine none;
Systems autodestruct system, basic computer, basic short-range sensors, mk 2 armor, mk 2 defenses;
Expansion Bays none Modifiers +2 Computers (sensors only), +1 Piloting; Complement automated
CREW On-Board Computer gunnery +5, Piloting +10 (1 rank)
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Automated (Ex) An Azlanti orbital drone has no crew, though it has an on-board computer that can perform most crew actions. The on-board computer can perform pilot and gunnery actions as if it has a crew of two. When an Azlanti drone takes a critical damage effect, it instead loses 2 Hull Points.
The autodestruct system triggers when an orbital drone reaches 0 Hull Points. Starships in hexes adjacent to a starship as it autodestructs take damage equal to half the destroyed starship's maximum Hull Points, mitigated by shields.
"What's that you're seeing Minos? Autodestruct? That's really bad, right?" Prosper begins sweating - but somehow still looks good doing so. "That's when something blows up in a huge explosion that'll definitely kill us, yeah?"
Prosper switches his aim to the more distant yellow drone and attempts to take it down with The Teapot's coilgun turret.
But wow, he's feeling those nerves!
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Freen's next words seem to have a tinge of awe, "So he is good in combat? That's cool. What else can the two of you do?"
Younger? What?
Free hold his hands up as if in surrender, "No, no. I just feel more comfortable talking to people on-on-one. I don't like big groups." He then tilts his head to the side with an eyebrow raised, "How young are you?"
Freen hesitantly allows himself to be ushered to a seat. He will then look on with full interest as Spec speaks.
If it is not brought up, Freen will ask, "So does magic play into this?"
Freen takes a few moments after attempting to divert the power to the weapons to look at the scans Minos has conducted of their attackers.
What? The Azlanti?
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"Oh, I don't care that you were a prince or something," And with a shrug he adds, "If that's not who you are, then that's not who you are. I doubt anyone on board this ship will care about it as much as you do."
Only another moment or so passes to let it sink in what Freen said before he bluntly speaks again, "So..uhh..about that mote. What does it do?"
Dalinar is deep in thought by the time Freen mentions his mote and has to bring himself back to the conversation, "Oh, I trained with a solarian. It becomes my armor. To go back to what you were saying, that has not been my experience thus far but perhaps you are right. I am a prince, it is more complicated than that, as far as the crew is concerned I'm not. Now it is my turn to ask a question. If you don't care, why are you here? I have trouble believing it is idle curiosity."Dalinar leans over and puts himself between Freen and the door as best he can, "To be blunt, I wouldn't put it past my mother to send an assassin for me."
Click. Whirr.
+ 2!
The owlish professor hesitantly takes the controls again. Can I really do this?
Then he hits the drone dead on! "Oh I say! You are right, Dalanir, I CAN do this!" All his feathers puff up as he looks to the others with pride!
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Tension seems to raise as Dalinar leans to block the door. However Freen raises his hand to the back of his head awkwardly and begins laughing. He rubs the hair on the back of his head as he speaks through chuckles, "Your noble stuff really has a strong hold on you doesn't it? I don't care that you are or were nobility. Though I have to admit, it is a bit concerning that we might have assassins after us because of you. Honestly my curiosity was a mostly in that last department. Most people who have an aversion or shame in their background have something like assassins or mercenaries hunting them down. I've been on a lot of ships, man. A part of a lot of crews. At this point, I just prefer to know if, when, or where I have to hide."
Freen is obviously hoping that helped diffuse the situation, though it does sound sincere.
Okay, solarian and his past will probably not bother us. Though good to know to keep an eye out.
Wint wheels next to one of the drones and then straightens out to give the gunners some straight shots.
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"My knack? Like most of my kind we know how to find our way. We know how to find the connections between things. I even can see something beyond what is there to most." Minos pulls a handful of assorted junk from one of his pockets. "Most will only see the pieces here. All random and without connection. But I..." He holds is other hand over and concentrates for a moment. Pulling back reveals what is like an oragami swan, but made of the pieces of junk. Looking closely you can see all the component parts, but some how they all fit perfectly together, as if that was their purpose all along. "Can see the swan from the duckling and bring it forward" After a few moments the swan falls back to its component parts. "Though keeping together longer sometimes takes a little more than a force of will.[b]"
Putting the pieces back in to his pocket. "[b]And so Friend Freen, what is your connection? How do you see yourself fitting in this puzzle of our crew?"
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"Darn, flying this thing is hard. They've managed to get behind us!!. Anything you can do to make this darn thing more manueverable? I need to outmaneuver them to get them in our forward arc again"
ENGINEERING PHASE
Freen gets distracted by the realization that he’s all alone and fails to divert power!
HELM
Minos scans and discovers that the drones self destruct. Wint flies evasively, trying to flee the drones, but the speedy drones follow right on The Teapot’s tail!
GUNS
Prosper’s videogame experience is definitely interfering with his shots! Rush’s shot would have hit, but Wint swerves The Teapot out of his firing arc. Dalinar tries to encourages the nervous Professor Spec, but Spec does not need it! The professor crits against the drone, and then sets off two more crits with his damage!
Then both drones fire at The Teapot!
Heh. Heh. Heh.
Blue gets in one good shot before it self-destructs! Fortunately, you are out of the blast radius... this time.
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The Teapot -- Ship Stats
(And the Glossy Picture)
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Piloting Initiative:
The yellow drone snickers, because now The Teapot moves first again!
Heh. Heh. Heh.
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Ship Status Report:
The Teapot -- -5 to Aft Shields, no damage
Blue Drone -- KA-BOOOOOM!
Yellow Drone -- No damage
Tiny racer drone
Speed 12; Maneuverability perfect (turn 0)
AC 15; TL 15 HP 20 each; DT —; CT 4 Shields none
Attack (Forward) light laser cannon (2d4)
No expansion bays.
Power Core Micron Light (50 PCU); Drift Engine none;
Systems autodestruct system, basic computer, basic short-range sensors, mk 2 armor, mk 2 defenses;
Expansion Bays none Modifiers +2 Computers (sensors only), +1 Piloting; Complement automated
CREW On-Board Computer gunnery +5, Piloting +10 (1 rank)
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Automated (Ex) An Azlanti orbital drone has no crew, though it has an on-board computer that can perform most crew actions. The on-board computer can perform pilot and gunnery actions as if it has a crew of two. When an Azlanti drone takes a critical damage effect, it instead loses 2 Hull Points.
The autodestruct system triggers when an orbital drone reaches 0 Hull Points. Starships in hexes adjacent to a starship as it autodestructs take damage equal to half the destroyed starship's maximum Hull Points, mitigated by shields.
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CAPTAIN
ENGINEER
PILOT
SCIENCE OFFICER (+2 to scans)
GUNNERS
Prosper wipes sweat from his brow "I know I should have taken that space-gunnery elective..."
He lines up another shot from the coilgun turret and fires away at the remaining Azlanti drone.
But in his nervousness, he fires towards the planet instead!
Seeing that we have one in hand, Minos uses the computers to improve targeting.
I would say "propulsion" but since any crit is just more damage this just makes so we crit on a 19 or 20 once
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Focus!...but Azlanti? FOCUS!
Freen tries to maintain focus as he grapples with the identity of their enemy.
Freen flips some levers in the wrong order and the galley lights flash off for a second.
Damn! Gotta focus!
Technomagic, noted.
"So you see things in the big picture, that's pretty neat." Freen puts his hand to his chin for a while and looks off in toward the ceiling as his eyes seem to glaze over. After a while he 'comes back' and says simply, "Well, I fix things. I was thinking 'maybe there's more to it', but nope. I just make sure we get from point A to point B and back again. Oh, and without too many problems along the way as well."
Free looks gratefully at Wint, "Nothing messed up, I just have an order to things that I like. Thanks for leaving it alone."
He turns to go but spins around quickly, "Oh that reminds me! Wint, you are a bit of a drifter like myself, what do you normally do as a part of a crew?"
"Well, I guess there is nothing to be done to make the ship more maneuverable, then"
Wint turns the ship in about as tight a turn as it can make, automatically flying it evasively while doing so
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The professor’s beak clatters nervously.. Can I do it one more time? He squints at the tactical display as he lines up another shot. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can..
Or maybe not?
Spec’s words stumble to a stop at the question and he just blinks through his enormous spectacles at Freen for a moment ”Goodness me, well that is an honest if unorthodox question. Umm … yes. For what is magic but the directed will of a sentient, drawing power from the quantum foam of the universe, and applying it to the enactment of thoughts and plans? Furthermore, is not the very nature of thought itself is illuminated through the lingering power of the Great Shadow as be burst through the collective galactic consciousness? Dear Freen, magic is as integral to the study and understanding of thought as vision is to the study of color!”
He stops to try and judge the red human’s acceptance of his soapbox speech, and then slowly puffs down.
”Sorry, I get carried away sometimes.
Did I answer your questions to your satisfaction?”
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Spec looks as though he has this gunner thing in hand ao Dalinar turns his attention elsewhere. Mr. Star, I want to see those vidgame skills you were bragging about. Show me."
Dalinar straightens his posture and tugs on his lapels. ·"Do not concern yourself with any assassins. There is no 'we' as far as that goes. If one comes the rest of you wouldn't know about it until you found my corpse. Or I showed you the assassin's. My mother is not kind, but she isn't stupid either. She knows that my homeland, and more importantly to her, she, would not fare well should a major incident occur. My parents probably assume I'm in a ditch somewhere anyway. Either dead or a panhandler.
"In any case, I do not accept your pity. I think it is time for you to go." Dalinar feels as though something is off about Freen but he can't decide if it's because there is something fishy going on or if it is simply his own paranoia.
It's a pretty miserable round for The Teapot.
ENGINEERING PHASE
All the swerving and evading causes Freen to drop his tools.
HELM
Minos manages to target systems and Wint flies evasively, but the yellow drone gets right in The Teapot’s face!
GUNS
Dalinar tries to encourage Prosper to show off those videogame skills, but the doubt kind of shows in his voice, and by this time poor Prosper has lost his confidence and swagger. Rush and Spec are having problems too!
Then the maniacal yellow drone fires at The Teapot!
Heh. Heh. Heh.
It would have scored a crit -- but its shot failed to get through The Teapot's hull!
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The Teapot -- Ship Stats
(And the Glossy Picture)
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Piloting Initiative:
Oh no! The Teapot moves first -- again!
Heh. Heh. Heh.
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Ship Status Report:
The Teapot -- -5 to aft and forward shields, no damage
Blue Drone -- KA-BOOM!
Yellow Drone -- No damage
Tiny racer drone
Speed 12; Maneuverability perfect (turn 0)
AC 15; TL 15 HP 20 each; DT —; CT 4 Shields none
Attack (Forward) light laser cannon (2d4)
No expansion bays.
Power Core Micron Light (50 PCU); Drift Engine none;
Systems autodestruct system, basic computer, basic short-range sensors, mk 2 armor, mk 2 defenses;
Expansion Bays none Modifiers +2 Computers (sensors only), +1 Piloting; Complement automated
CREW On-Board Computer gunnery +5, Piloting +10 (1 rank)
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Automated (Ex) An Azlanti orbital drone has no crew, though it has an on-board computer that can perform most crew actions. The on-board computer can perform pilot and gunnery actions as if it has a crew of two. When an Azlanti drone takes a critical damage effect, it instead loses 2 Hull Points.
The autodestruct system triggers when an orbital drone reaches 0 Hull Points. Starships in hexes adjacent to a starship as it autodestructs take damage equal to half the destroyed starship's maximum Hull Points, mitigated by shields.
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If your roll will be affected by another's actions, feel free to place it under spoilers.
CAPTAIN
ENGINEER
PILOT
SCIENCE OFFICER (+2 to scans)
GUNNERS
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Freen nods, shrugs, and turns to leave. But right after he walks through the doorway he pauses and half-turns, "You seem like a good person, therefore it stands to reason you oppose your parents because they are not. I would ask, if you can't accept pity then how will you know when it's needed?"
Free looks thoughtful at Spec's response to his question and lingers in that position and with that expression for several moments before speaking up again. "So do you do thought magic?"
Ugh! Trying to get straight answers from a passionate scholar is like trying to get a ysoki not to tinker...painful
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Deep breaths professor Spec matches actions to his thoughts, and accompanies it with a teensy bit of talon-crossing behind his back. ” .. slow is fast, slow is fast…input updated vectors... New solution… now!” He fires with a whispered prayer to the Great Shadow.
"Oh spawn of illegitimate parents!!!"
Spec tilts his head at a series of very inhuman angles as he gazes at Freen, trying to physically gain the perspective on what the man wants. “Oh dear, it seems as if my clarity has suffered something in transition here. I’ve been trying to explain that magic is thought, and thoughts are magic, but it seems as if you're looking for a more specific answer of some sort.”
The professor’s normally vague gaze has sharpened somewhat as he focuses intently on Freen’s face. ”Well, out with it my good fellow! I simply cannot abide unsatisfied curiosity, and it seems like there is far too much of it currently in this room for my taste. “The truth shall set you free” and all that.”
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Freen takes a deep breath and shifts the power through a series of steps to allow the shield to rejuvenate slightly.
OH GOOD GODS!
Freen's eye twitches ever so slightly before a smile emerges on his lips. "Well professor, seeing as you work at the Arcanamarium and are passionate about the link between thought and magic, I was merely curious if you could do magic that interacted with people's thoughts?" Freen says innocently, with an intonation that somewhat resembles that of a young person.
"Prosper, looks like your system is out of alignment. Try this..."
So you allow another crew to do the Aid Another. Acting as assistant gunner per se. If so.
Otherwise
Same as last time
Not that thins are working for Minos this round.