Mr. Star, I want to see those vidgame skills you were bragging about. Show me."
"Ah, well, about that. Uh, was I really bragging? I think, maybe I just mentioned I've played some before." Prosper keeps a white knuckled grip on the turret controls "T-this is different!"
He aims for the remaining drone and does his best to deliver a more accurate coilgun blast.
"They're right in our viewscreen!! That was a mistake that I can take advantage of. They'll never expect us to do something as risky, but potentially useful, as this. Come on Wint, you can do it"
Wint jinks the ship a little to the left and a little down, then a bit to the right, and he then suddenly veers and flies the ship right at the drone, swerving and missing it by what seems like inches at the last second.
"Woo hoo!!!!! I DID IT!!!! Take THAT you nga barko!!"
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Dalinar wakes the next morning to find Wint in his room polishing his sword. The skittermander is the first in the group to see the sword drawn and may notice that while the scabbard and hardware looks absolutely ancient the blade seems newly forged.
"What in The Devourer's !#$&*:@$ do you think you're doing?!" Dalinar shouts as he jumps out of bed. He snatches Stag Render from Wint as carefully as he can in his haste. Then he stands panting for a moment in his underwear. Calming himself he speaks softly, "I am sorry, that was an overreaction but you cannot just come into someone's room and start fiddling with their sword."
It's a better round for The Teapot.
ENGINEERING PHASE
Tools back in hand, Freen successfully diverts power to the shields.
HELM
As the yellow drone zips around, Minos has trouble tracking it this round. Wint executes a flyby maneuver to allow all guns a chance at the troublesome yellow drone! Once again the aggressive yellow drone draws right up next to The Teapot!
GUNS
Spec and Rush both miss the yellow drone as it goes by!
Dalinar digs in deep, and gives Prosper an inspiring speech about making to those videogame skills happen! With that encouragement, Prosper hits and shoots for twelve damage, which turns into eighteen as crit thresholds are reached!
Then the maniacal yellow drone fires at The Teapot!
Heh. Heh. Heh.
Minus three to port shields for the The Teapotl!
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The Teapot -- Ship Stats
(And the Glossy Picture)
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Piloting Initiative:
The drone moves first, and it uses all its movement to get back in your face!
Heh. Heh. Heh.
However, this time, you can move away!
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Ship Status Report:
The Teapot -- -3 to Port shields, no damage
Blue Drone -- KA-BOOM!
Yellow Drone -- Eighteen 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
Freen, now focused, decides that one final set of shots should do it. So he shifts all auxiliary power into the three weapons.
Prosper hoots with excitement as the coilgun burst finds its mark. "Nailed it! Yeah!" He follows by lining up a shot to finish the drone as Wint takes the Teapot out of there. While he concentrates, he kicks his feet, accidentally scattering a bag of candy across the turret cockpit and into the coffee maker.
"Oh, jeez, whoops. Watch out for the candy guys!"
"I think that it may be about to blow!!!!"
Not wanting to be too close to it when (if) it explodes, but wanting to keep the drone in its forward arc, Wint does a dazzling set of aerobatic maneuvers that somehow end with the enemy ship a few thousand Gxcvdfs away but in the Teakettles forward arc
The Teapot flies safely out of reach as the drone explodes, sending emerald-colored debris everywhere!
What next, team?
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Minos scans around for any other signs. "Pity I would have like to have taken one on board. Though we shall keep an eye out for more trouble as we approach the planet."
Minos begins to scan for possible places to land near the settlement and also does a scan in the near (100 mile?) vicinity of the settlement for anything interesting. Lastly just a general scan of what he can see of the rest of the planet as the approaches.
At some point Minos and Spec will have begun chatting. The specific details don't really matter when you have two different very talkative intellectuals and for the most part once it started it never really ended.
So here are some snippits..
"Though to the matter of awareness makes reality. Consider the dwarfs found at Salvation's End, which our friend Charli discovered. We know that it "was not real" since outside we say the simulations. But for generations, those dwarfs lived their lives. Does that make their reality any less? The Drift itself is a gift from Triune but is only recently found after the Gap. Where was it before? Gods can create realities, so does that make us gods to the dwarfs of Salvation's End?"
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"I would agree about the squox. But how does the orange blossom fit in"
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"I did not mean potato in the literal sense"
As Minos does his scans, he notices something interesting.
BZZZZZZZZZT!
Much of the colonized part of Nakondis is blanketed with a 200-mile-wide burst of modulated static that interferes with any communications. Even though it's pretty standard to radio ahead to a colony when you're intending on landing, it would definitely not be possible right now.
Nakondis is a forest planet draped in perpetual fog; you can't visually see the settlement of Madelon's Landing as you fly above the landscape. By using The Teapot's sensors, you can detect the general layout of the settlement and determine that it contains just over 100 humanoid life forms, most of which are human.
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Spec looks up blearily from the tactical display he had been hammering his face into ...
"Oh, so they're gone now... I guess that is a good thing, as atomization sounds quite unpleasant as an alternative." He slips off of the chair and woozily wobbles over to a secluded corner. "If anybody needs me, I'll be right over.......here."
He promptly collapses into a gently twitching mass.
A mumble emerges from it to the bridge at large "At some point we should also talk about the giant green elephant in the room too... Those guys gave us so much trouble back home, I can't imagine they're up to any good here"
The professor stares at Freen for just a half moment too long of unnatural avian stillness before breaking out into his giant beaky grin. "Attaboy Freen!" He barks out a laugh, pats the man on the shoulder, and trys to feed him a very strange cookie. "I must say, very few of the young people I've ever dealt with have that kind of composure and persistence when I press them about their wording. You must have been exquisitely trained somewhere, that kind of linguistic persistence simply is not common amongst mechanics."
Ooh, now this one is worth a closer look..
"Now, sit down and tell me a story! But do try and have a bit of truth in it as well, those make the best stories!" Spec gives Freen a long slow wink.
How fascinating
"OH!, and before I forget yet again, of course I can do magic that interfaces with minds ... can't you?"
"But what if the Drift always was, and it only seems new because Triune was just not around before to show us that it was there?"
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"Yes, I see, I see! Where do you think the energy holding the parts together originates from?"
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" Hahaha, at least you can eat the orange blossom!"
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"...but if time isn't linear, and space is curved, doesn't that mean that magic can't be measured?"
Adjusting the scanners
The squox skitters across the console while looking getting details on the static. But then clears a scan on the colony
"Well that look ominous. There seems to be a armed fortress with planetary defense batteries. Without letting know we are coming, I have a feeling they may shoot first. Those cannons look a little more deadly than the drones we just faced."
Doing some calculations he presents a possible flight path to party. "This should avoid the firing arc of the cannons, but will place us a bit of a hike away. Or we could chance a closer landing"
"Compliment: Well done on the piloting, Wint! No doubt you have done this numerous times before! Perhaps you can teach a thing or two to us about space-based combat."
"Does anybody know where these robot thingys came from? I don't think they're Vesk technology"
"Thank you. Only my second space combat. And that is two too many! I must have gotten lucky"
After presenting one option two squoxes run over Minos's console resting the focus. A clearing shows up only a few miles away instead of the few days away he originally had. "Or this could be a nice short stroll instead"
The comms open up and Freen's voice crackles through, "Hey all, I diverted some unnecessary power from other sources on the ship to enhance the Teapot's sensors and...uhh...we can't contact Madelon's Landing, our destination. The static that is interfering is not naturally occurring, according to the logs passed on from the settlement and the readings from the planet. Also, the non-natural static seems to be emanating from Madelon's Landing itself..."
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Freen releases the button for the comms and stands at his computer screen, his face a mix between shock and terror as he looks at the 'fortress' that Minos was referring to.
It is...the Azlanti have started it...
Freen hesitantly accepts and starts eating the 'food' that Spec gives to him. He chews on it for a few seconds and then hesitantly swallows. "Umm..well...no. I can't do any magic," Freen says as he holds up his hands slowly, "These just fix problems, with ships and stuff..." He trails off and stays silent for a couple minutes. "My life isn't very interesting Professor. I grew up on Akiton, I learned how to be useful, and got lucky when someone noticed how good I was. I left Akiton, went a few places, and wound up practicing my trade around the Pact." He then looks down, a bit abashed, "I'm lucky for the opportunities I've had, really, and have managed to learn many things along the way that my Captains thought I should know. They were all very rigid, but still quite nice."
Prosper leaps up and stretches as soon as the last drone concludes and then quickly starts a shuffling victory dance on top of his chair. This stops the moment anyone so much as looks in his direction.
"That was amazing guys! We were like a real crew!" He grins at the rest of the team, though his excitement is cut off by Minos' discoveries with the scanner.
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"So, something is SUPER wrong with Madelon's Landing is what you're saying?" He looks between Freen and Spec. "They don't want anyone contacting the people on the planet, or maybe they don't want the planetside folks calling out. And there's a big gun pointed out at space?"
"I don't get it. The colonists suddenly REALLY don't want anyone coming by?" His face blanches at a sudden thought. "Wait, you don't think they heard we were coming and built all that? Cedona hates us after all! Oh no, if I'd just apologized when I had a chance..."
He shakes his head, flowing auburn getting all mussed in the process (though mysteriously it falls back into a perfect wave moments later). "Minos, how close can we get without getting shot? We need to sort this out as soon as possible. And before anyone else comes visiting and gets shot by accident!"
Minos thinks you can land in a clearing about an hour away from Madelon's Landing without getting shot.
With the mist for cover and Wint's excellent piloting, you land The Teapot into a nice secluded location. Will most of you be attempting to stealth forward, or are you proceeding normally?
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"I doubt that this is Cedona's doing Mr. Starr. It looks like someone has moved in. Who gave you trouble back home Professor? Do you recognize those fighters?"
With the some of the crew seeming flustered, Dalinar decides to make a show of confidence. "It looks like Cedona is in trouble. I for one won't let a few guns keep me from going to check on her. Who's with me?"
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Freen stands alone in the engine room staring at the second bit of evidence to suggest that the Azlanti Star Empire was here on Nakondis.
There is no more time...
Freen reaches up to the collar of his jumpsuit and gives it a flick. A wave of semi-digital hexes flipping quickly travels from the collar of the jumpsuit down to Freen's boots. The dull, dirty, red-orange jumpsuit is slowly replaced by a crisp deep blue military uniform with yellow/gold accents. On the left shoulder is a symbol of a blue shield with blue wings, each of which are outlined in yellow and there are three yellow stars in a triangular formation at the top of the shield. On the shoulders, the lapels have a yellow X stitched in on either side. As his clothing is changing so is Freen, albeit much more slowly. His hair changes from the black it was to a sandy brown. His somewhat smoothed facial features become sharper and his deep red skin changes to a peachy tone.
While both of these changes are occurring, Freen is quickly and efficiently typing into the computers system, his posture and demeanor are nothing like the nervous, squeamish Freen once was. Now he stands (a little bit taller as well) with well executed posture and confidence. He takes a break from the 'computering', adjusts his stance as if to address someone and begins talking at the screen.
"This is Special Agent Pon, confirmation code omega-zero-two-five-four-five-eight-two. I have just arrived at the new colony world of Nakondis, but not landed. There is strong evidence to suggest that the Azlanti have invaded. I will be investigating. I repeat there is strong evidence to suggest the Azlanti have invaded. I will be investigating. Over."
With that message sent, Pon gathers his things and heads to his room.
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Right after Dalinar finishes his rallying speech, a tannish, sandy brown haired human enters the bridge area somewhat slowly with his hands up in a surrender position and a familiar bag slung across his back. He wears the blue uniform.
He speaks with confidence and authority, "I wanted to do this in another way and at another time but the situation warrants that this happen now. As some of you may already have guessed I am who you knew as Freen. I am actually Special Agent Pon of the Stewards Ops. Surprisingly, I was going on vacation to visit Cedona but this situation has changed those plans. Likely all of our plans. The drones we fought in orbit resembled, and then were confirmed by the fortress building we saw as Azlanti Star Empire in design. The Azlani Star Empire is in the top three threats that the Stewards have estimated threaten the Pact Worlds. Sadly, I do not know much more about them other than they are highly militaristic and highly expansionist. I suggest that we do investigate, but with care. As confident as I am in each of your abilities, we do not know the size of their presence. And fighting a whole military force is a bit beyond our capabilities."
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"Dalinar, the only people I know of that use kamikaze drones are the Empire. My home system is actually quite a bit closer to Empire space than it is to the Pact Worlds.”
He shakes his head at distant memories.
”We had a number of systems at one point, most full of mystic or quantum significance. As it turns out, non-human ownership laws are “sketchy” at best there…… Let’s just say that my home system has around 1/1000th of its original population, almost no government, and absolutely no extra-system holdings. We had help to fall so far.”
Spec meets Dalinar’s eyes briefly. ”If the minions of Azlant are here, Cedona and everyone else on this rock is in a great deal of trouble. I don’t know how much I can help, but I’m coming with!”
”My boy, that was quite entertaining trust me. Some time I should liike to hear more about growing up on Akiton .. I’ve never been there you see... but for now, I think a great deal of my dinner has either gotten cold, or crawled off. You’ll have to excuse me while I retrieve it.”
I don’t know why, but I like this one
”Please look me up again later should you wish to chat again, you’ve been absolutely delightful!”
Spec waves absently and begins chasing his food.
...you do phenomenally.
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Dalinar stares at Pon incredulously. He walks over to the 'Special Agent' a hand on his sword. Slow down there son. First, I will need to see some credentials before I just buy this story." Without taking his eyes off Pon he adds, "And why doesn't someone go check engineering for Freen's body while the agent and I talk."
"Ok. Then why were you hiding who you are? Nevermind, we do not have time for that now. We will come back to this later."
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"Um, if he wasn't a Steward wouldn't he just keep pretending to be Freen? I think that I believe him"
"It sounds like these Azelenti are as bad as the Varg. At the very least, we have to rescue Cedona. She is our friend.
I'm pretty good at sneaking around if you want me to go ahead. But I've never tried sneaking into a military base before. They're pretty well defended aren't they?"
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With the some of the crew seeming flustered, Dalinar decides to make a show of confidence. "It looks like Cedona is in trouble. I for one won't let a few guns keep me from going to check on her. Who's with me?"
Rush draws his bone blade from his arm and raises it in a readied stance. LINGSTON replies, ”Rally: Of course we are! Cedona is our only hope at helping Rush!”
He speaks with confidence and authority, "I wanted to do this in another way and at another time but the situation warrants that this happen now. As some of you may already have guessed I am who you knew as Freen. I am actually Special Agent Pon of the Stewards Ops. Surprisingly, I was going on vacation to visit Cedona but this situation has changed those plans. Likely all of our plans. The drones we fought in orbit resembled, and then were confirmed by the fortress building we saw as Azlanti Star Empire in design. The Azlani Star Empire is in the top three threats that the Stewards have estimated threaten the Pact Worlds. Sadly, I do not know much more about them other than they are highly militaristic and highly expansionist. I suggest that we do investigate, but with care. As confident as I am in each of your abilities, we do not know the size of their presence. And fighting a whole military force is a bit beyond our capabilities."
LINGSTON takes note of the change in Freen to Pon. ”Observation: I see. So you were unaware that this would be the circumstances but are familiar with them. Strategical Query: Perhaps you have an idea or understanding of what we should be expecting?”
Rush seems to lurk a bit. ”Statement: I am giving Rush a dosage of adrenaline as soon as anyone spots us, inciting a Flight or Fight response; I hope you can decide which fights we need to make. We two will proceed quietly.”
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While preparing to land, Minos heads back to his area, a few of the squox follow. He picks up is tool satchel then addresses the assemble brood of squox. "Going to need to head out for a bit. Don't make too much trouble. Pip, you are in charge. Socks, listen to your sister. Snug, don't over pester your siblings, and Lord-Dracos-Thagomar-Third-Scion-of-the-Fallen-House-of-the-most-noble-Gunt har-Family-and-Destroyer-of-all-thing-Fluffy. Try not to take over engineering again."
Coming back to the deck he sees Dalinar eyeing the "stranger" on the bridge.
"Since the hatch has not been opened, and I suspect that I would have noticed a hull breech, the only other way for this person to get on is though some type of teleportation. Since anyone with that technology at their disposal could take the rest of our ship without much effort, I am inclined to believe that this person is at least not hostile towards us. However if you are Freen, What ephemeral gift did I create for you?"
Minos then smiles. "Other ideas are more outlandish, but what is here satisfies all the facts we have at hand. Though I am in agreement with Dalinar, more details later"
Once landed and heading off the ship, various random pieces of tech parts float out of Minos's tool bag Over the course a of a few seconds the form around his body to provide a protective covering.
Once on the planet surface itself, he pulls out some bits of wire and crystals. The float above his hand and then align themselves along something unseen. Minos looks up at the sun and get his bearings, paces around towards the front of the ship. Casts a few stones that zig in flight. Satisfied with his readings he points, "We are 5.6 klicks away from the settlement, but somewhat trackless terrain, so it will take a while."
Minos will be close to the front although not overly stealthy, will make sure the path is safe and in the right direction.
After a false start the rest of the party gets the lumbering Nuar to move quietly with the rest of the group.
"Man, Minos is noisy!! I'd have thought somebody THAT smart would figure out that you AVOID the broken twigs and dead leaves"
"Uh, Minos, perhaps you might want to watch the back, make sure we're not surprised?"
As a member of a race of natural shapeshifters, Prosper totally takes Freen/Pon's reveal in stride. He waves at Pon as the fellow returns to the bridge "Hey looking good there! That form fits you like a glove! " He casts a practiced, appraising glance over the Steward agent, evaluating the new appearance.
'Probably Sig-Eps-223 out of Eta-Eta-999. But I might give it a try.'
"So do you want us to call you Freen or Pon? Or a mix of both?" He pops a piece of candy into his mouth "I have a friend from back in the Skyfire Trainee dorms that has a different name on every day of the week. Cool girl. And helpful too! If I ever forgot what day it was I'd just give her a holler."
When Pon explains there are Azlanti down on the planet, Prosper's brow furrows. "Azlanti, huh? That sounds dangerous. But like you said Mr. Dalinar, that means maybe Cedona is in trouble. So I'm with you. Let's go down there and find her!"
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Prosper activates his armor's environmental seals (just as his Skyfire Legion training suggested) when the group sets down on the planet. He'll join the rest of the group in trying to be relatively quiet as they head towards the settlement in the distance.
He watches the preparations and varying approaching of his allies with open curiosity. He whispers "It's amazing how many different people we have here. In the Legion, it's all about using complementary tactics and fighting styles, so everyone's prep is basically the same."
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The professor studies “Pon” for a minute, then exclaims ”So THAT’s what it was! Operatives and their intelligence gathering.” He shakes his head ruefully at himself.
Should’ve seen that one coming..
He shrugs, then grins ”Haha, my boy you are quite skilled, good show! Now, on to the business at hand.”
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Spec is struck by inspiration from the great one, Ghe Ehm.
Wait a minute, active camouflage and owl wings might actually help with remaining unseen as well as maintaining a lower target density!.. I am slipping today…
”Alrighty-o people, shall we begin the hunt?” He slaps his rifle like he knows what he's doing, but then his confidence predictably falters..
”Does anyone have any objection to me taking our traveling formation three-dimensional? I can fly between the trees, and you know the … um … drat, I know there was a saying about this, something about putting all the eggs in a bucket, but one in the bush ..no?… rats! ...ahem, yes that.”
Pon shrugs with a smile, "That went over about as well as I had imagined it would, though Dalinar assaulting me was one of the eventualities I foresaw. As I said, I know little else. They are militaristic. Any interactions we've had have been met with such, I would assume this will be no different."
After that he flicks the collar of his uniform and a wave of semi-digital hexes flipping quickly travels from the collar of the uniform down to Pon's boots. The jumpsuit is quickly replaced by a simple black set of long clothing.
"Off we go?"
Pon tries to keep up with Wint, not particularly trusting the seemingly dense skittermander. But after a short time realizes that Wint is quite adept at sneaking so he hangs a little farther back.
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Before heading out Dalinar goes to change clothes. He steps out of the ship in his brilliant white breastplate. The armor seems to have no weight and doesn't make any extra noise. Unfortunately that makes little difference since Dalinar blunders through the jungle exactly the way one would expect from a 6'8" half-orc who spent most of his life in a palace.
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As the team assembles itself and walks outside of the Teakettle, they walk in unison down the ramp, each step collectively reaching the ground and lifting at the exact moment. Each of them either drawing their weapons or checking their armaments as they walk in slow motion.
LINGSTON plays some WE ATE GOLARION.
I barely get to eat and when I finally get to sleep,
I get drug on the stage for another Zo! meet,
I shake the hand of every fan, put a on a grisly face,
Spread so damn thin, I'm flying over space!
I hate riding on the ship when the captain's on my back,
Got the drummer in the trunk shooting all across the track.
Skittermanders being friendly and the metal so damn heavy,
When I get to kick some face I say I'm $&^%ing ready!
"What is it with these people? Don't they know how to sneak?"
Wint comes up to Dalinar
"I hate to be rude, but perhaps you'd be willing to darken that breastplate just a little? Its very pretty but its just a bit too bright. If I may?"
Without waiting for an answer, he proceeds to smear it with a little bit of mud and some leaves. Its quite amazing what 6 arms can do :-)
"There, thats better. Don't worry, I'll make it shine even more when the time is right"
He also goes over to Lingston
"While I appreciate the music, I'm thinking that right now isn't the time. We all need to keep ALL of our attention on moving quietly AND looking out for danger"
Wint then goes ahead of the rest of the group, slipping quietly ahead, often getting lost in the shadows. All while holding no less than 3 weapons ready while still having arms free to quietly brush tree limbs aside.
He is still the same harmless and somewhat comical little fellow he has always been. But sudddenly he actually seems competent. And, somehow, perhaps a little dangerous.
LINGSTON's camera turns to Wint, and he turns it down the further they get away from the ship until the music is off entirely.
Dalinar's brilliant white breastplate is extra-shiny, and whenever you get a patch of sun through the misty fog it sparkles. At least it does until Wint muddies it. After the initial burst of 'We ate Golarian' music from Lingston, your journey starts out very well indeed. The group is able to follow where the ulta-quiet skittermander leads, and you barely make any sound as you proceed along.
The good Professor flies overhead, sometimes darting over trees, sometimes skimming along the river. The only real bit of noise happens when Dalinar's sword hilt got tangled in some underbrush, and he had to crash around a bit to get it loose.
As Dalinar mutters under his breath and finally tugs the sword loose, there's a commotion in the grass around you. Prosper, Rush, Spec and Wint see it a moment before it happens, and may do one move or standard action in the surprise round!
"Ooooga chaka! Ooooga oooga chaka!" A bunch of blue-haired monkeys appear!
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Round Surprise:
Prosper
Rush
Spec
Wint
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Round 1
Active conditions:
Pink Hobgar
Red Hobgar
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Prosper
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Blue Hobgar
Yellow Hobgar
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Pon
Rush
Spec
Wint
Minos
Dalinar
"These look like they'd taste quite good in a Bernaise sauce with perhaps a little asparagus. And they're far too noisy. If we don't kill them they'll totally give the show away"
Wint steps into the underbrush a little and shoots his laser pistol at the purple monkey
vs EAC for
Wint casually ducks into the bush away from the monkey, and then shoots the most wounded one in the face
vs EAC for +
"Oh wow! That's quite some wonderful fur. Look at how its shimmering!" Prosper seems caught up in appreciating the natural beauty of these native creatures until Wint fires off his pistol. "Wait, Wint, are they really dangerous? I hope you didn't make them angry."
He draws his flare rifle and looks from side-to-side with concern that Wint's move might have ruined a diplomatic solution.
At this point Minos tries to scare the creature from hurting us.
Harrying Fire on closest w/energy ray:
While Prosper admires how pretty the little monkeys are, Rush runs at them screaming, and Wint shoots one of the pink Hobgars, who shrieks with surprise! Prof Spec attempts to identify the creature, but settles for drawing his weapon!
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Yiiiiiiiiipe!
Meanwhile, the pink one flicks its arm towards Wint, and its fur starts to crackle and wave with sparks of electricity. It bares its teeth, and shoots out a ray of electricity!
Then Red moves up to Wint, and looks for something to steal. "Oook?"
But its hands funble as he frisks the skittermander!
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Round 1
Active conditions:
Pink Hobgar (-4)
Red Hobgar
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Prosper
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Blue Hobgar
Yellow Hobgar
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Pon
Rush
Spec
Wint (-1)
Minos
Dalinar
"Oh, they're not friendly at all, are they." Prosper winces at the electric discharge. "Rush, Dalinar, I'll distract them!"
He levels his flare rifle at the closest of the hobgars (blue) and sends a white-glowing flare straight at its feet.
Prosper sets harrying fire on Blue! Blue shrieks at the flare, and at Rush's shriek!
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Then Blue and Gold attack! Both run up to bite Rush and Dalinar!
Both hit!
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Then Wint hits Pink a second time! Spec misses wildly! Minos does a harrying attack on Gold, giving it a -1 to hit!
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Round 1
Active conditions:
Pink Hobgar (-5)
Red Hobgar
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Prosper
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Blue Hobgar (+2 to attack this one for first ally attack -- harrying fire)
Yellow Hobgar (it has -1 to its next attack)
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Pon
Rush (-3)
Spec
Wint (-1)
Minos
Dalinar (-4)
Pon carefully and quietly draws his baton by reaching over his shoulder. He tries to remain hidden.