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Spell away, Spec clutches his rifle to his feathered chest and waits with bated breath to see if his trick will result in poorly positioned punks, or significant quantities of hot metal flying in his general direction.
After the sounds of jackboots pass him by, he decides to play make-believe-sniper and shoot at the patrol cadet on drag (Red).
non-lethal
non-lethal
Ugh, make-believe is right ... what am I doing here?
Spec, Wint and Prosper miss.
The Green Azlanti calls out, "विद्रोही ... हम घिरे हैं!"
All the Azlantis pull their weapons out, dramatically!
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Round Surprise
Crew of The Teapot
Still up:
Pon
Round 1
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged.
Prosper
Pon
Minos
Spec
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Yellow
Green (-3)
Red
Pink
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Dalinar (1 round photon attunement)
Wint
Rush
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With the angry-sounding cadets awfully far-away sounding, Prosper drops his flare rifle to the group and advances towards them carefully. He bumps into Dalinar and Rush and whispers "Where are they" before the green azlanti suddenly shouts out in alarm.
"Oh. Right there, got it!"
He draws his survival knife.
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Pon moves on in and draws his baton during the moment of surprise, then turns to use it on the green azlanti cadet (in round 1).
Wint would, as usual, sneak into the mist and then try and stab the Pink Azlant.
Wint is concentrating so hard on hiding that he pays almost no attention to his own blow, missing by a country mile.
As Pon lunges at him, he barely bruises Green, and then Green laughs at how many times he was missed.. "कोई बात नहीं, ये दयनीय हारे हुए हैं। हम उन्हें मोप करेंगे, और उन्हें ओलाजरा दिखाने के लिए वापस बेस पर लाएंगे।"
The others nod grimly, and begin striking into the fog.
Yellow misses Dalinar, but Red and Green both hit their quarry. "हा, हम दोपहर का भोजन करेंगे!" Red boasts, and then calls out playfully in common, "Surrender now, rebel scum. If you do... We won't kill your families after we kill you. Don't make me get to three. ONE....
Pink stumbles deeper into the graveyard. "इस दिशा में कुछ शॉट थे, और वर्तनी भी... हा! मैं तुम्हें, मंत्रमुग्ध कर दिया!"
Pink stumbles right past the quiet skittermander to aim for the larger and louder Minos. Because of the concealment, there is no attack of opportunity.
Pink strikes Minos solidly!
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Rush slices deep into the Red soldier with his bone blade, but Wint, startled by the Pink Azlani soldier passing him by, misses in the fog! Red gasps as he holds his side. "I changed my mind. We'll kill your families. Slowly. While you watch."
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Round 1 / 2
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged.
Prosper
Pon (-5)
Minos (-5)
Spec
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Yellow
Green (-3)
Red (-6)
Pink
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Dalinar (2 round photon attunement)
Wint
Rush (-5)
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C'mon professor, it's just like hunting wibbitz.. or whatever Wint was talking about...
He squeezes one eye shut and fires at Red again.
non-lethal
but apparently shut the eye that was supposed to be using the sights!
Where did that one go? ... Did it actually go off? ..Or did I forget to plug it in again last night? Oh bother!
Pon dips to the left to mislead the Azlanti soldier, but trips over his own feet and stumbles to the side. Luckily, he was swinging at the same time with his baton and the momentum adds some oomph to his strike.
Minos lumbers forward and gores the pink cadet.
Prosper steps towards the yellow cadet and does his best impression of the martially adept Dalinar.
His knife swings through the air like a legendary magical longsword... but with none of the deadliness.
Spec realizes that it's hard to see things while in a tree on a foggy day. Rush goes after the Azlanti who made all the threats and kills him. Pon whacks Green and Minos gores Pink, but both Azlanti are still up. Prosper knifes Yellow, but he's not used to melee combat, and doesn't put his full weight behind it.
★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★
Rush's comments about feasting on Azlanti freak these cadets out. They all miss! Then Rush moves forward to kill Green!
★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★
Round 2 / 3
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged.
Prosper
Pon (-5)
Minos (-5)
Spec
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Yellow (-1]
Green (DEAD)
Red (DEAD)
Pink [-3)
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Dalinar (2 round photon attunement)
Wint
Rush (-5)
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Minos thinking of trying to take one to subdue attempts to grab the pink cadet.
But can't seem to get near them.
SPLURRRRRRT!!!
Yellow's head explodes as Spec hits him with the mind thrust, while Minos misses in the fog!
★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★
Round 2 / 3
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged.
Prosper
Pon (-5)
Minos (-5)
Spec
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Yellow (DEAD]
Green (DEAD)
Red (DEAD)
Pink [-3)
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Dalinar (3 round photon attunement)
Wint
Rush (-5)
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for plus
Wint easily ducks into the fog, completely escaping the notice of the remaining Azlant.
He clambers up onto the gravestone unnoticed, and his blow is going RIGHT for the Azlanti's head. A blow that will doubtless crush the skull.
Then the fog suddenly eddies and Wint loses his balance, barely managing to keep from falling.
Pon maneuvers over, kicking some pebbles at the Aslant soldier to distract it. Sadly, one part of the ground proves more immobile and his baton attack is completely off.
Wint sighs as his crit is lost to the fog, and Pon's attack is lost as well.
Pink, seeing all these attacks coming at him in the fog, starts reaching for his comm unit....
★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★
Round 2 / 3
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged.
Prosper
Pon (-5)
Minos (-5)
Spec
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Yellow (DEAD]
Green (DEAD)
Red (DEAD)
Pink [-3)
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Dalinar (3 round photon attunement)
Wint
Rush (-5)
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Prosper is momentarily frozen in shock and horror as the Azlanti he scratched suffers an acute case of 'exploding head syndrome'. He stares down at his survival knife. Could it be that his dagger is really a bloodthirsty cursed blade, empowered by the Devourer to slay the living? Or was his Legion training really that effective?
He turns in a daze towards the final azlanti cadet and plods towards it.
'Even on an azlanti- Should I use such a fearsome weapon? Such a terrible death like your head exploding... it probably hurts a lot. And that's gotta be against the Eoxian Convention Laws, right?'
Nevertheless, with the azlanti trying to kill his allies, he resolves to use the evil blade once more.
He imagines feels the fell force guiding his hand in search of blood! His slash falls upon the last azlanti with ordinary demonic strength!!!
Prosper discovers his amazing survival knife hits! Dalinar swings fiercely, but his attack is eaten by the mist.
Pink runs, panting, turning on his comm unit.
★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★
Round 3 / 4
Active conditions: Mist: 20% miss chance up close, 50% ranged.
Prosper
Pon (-5)
Minos (-5)
Spec
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Yellow (DEAD]
Green (DEAD)
Red (DEAD)
Pink [-9)
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Dalinar (photon attunement!)
Wint
Rush (-5)
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"MOOOOOOO!"
Bull rush to knock down.
Pon uses his trip as an opportunity to throw off the Azlanti. He ducks down as if falling from the trip and then quickly twists and brings his baton up at the Azlanti's chin.
There is a flurry of activity, in which Pink dies to Pon's baton!
The dead Azlanti's eyes stare vacantly at the sky. Then his comm unit crackles. "गार्नेट स्क्वाड्रन को बेस। क्या हुआ?"
What do you do?
Pon looks to the professor with a serious face. "Professor, you need to reply with, 'These damned mudballers organized and attacked our squad at the cemetery. We dealt with them and are checking on our people. Orders?'" He drops his baton and grabs Spec's face in his hands and says in a semi-soothing low voice, "Professor, you have to sound angry but collected. Imagine all of the people that have died to the Azlanti. Imagine all of the terrible things that the Azlanti have done and will do. Remember your people. Don't shout or yell, but hold that anger and fury in the back of your throat as you speak."
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Spec takes a deep breath and nods firmly at Pon.
He picks up the comm unit, and just for a moment, pictures what it would be been like to have parents... Or to be more than a racial footnote. If not for THEM!!
The timid little professor squares his shoulders, and in his vivid orange eyes floats the predator that might have been.
He keys the comm and snaps into it (using heavy breathing and angry bosses to mask clicking noises) "इन शापित मडबॉलरों ने कब्रिस्तान में हमारे दस्ते को संगठित और हमला किया।" . He shouts muffled squad orders into the distance
"हमने उनसे निपटा है और वर्तमान में हमारे लोगों पर जाँच कर रहे हैं। आदेश?
"These damned mudballers organized and attacked our squad at the cemetery. "
"We've dealt with them and are currently checking on our people. Orders?"
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Pon smiles and pats Spec on the shoulder warmly. "I'm not sure exactly what you said, but that delivery was on point. Well done Professor."
Pon then begins scavenging the soldier's ammo and maybe other things. As he is scavenging he begins rambling to no one in particular, "It's funny. So many people give me a hard time because I lie and such. I mean, in an ideal universe I wouldn't have to. I wouldn't have had the garbage life that led me to be here now. But here I am." He rolls over an Azlanti body unceremoniously as he continues, "Turns out, this isn't an ideal universe. And, personally, I am glad that the people who were me before me did what they did so that the good things about this universe were protected." He is ruffling through the body's pockets and pouches when he pauses for a moment. He cranes his head down next to the head of the body and stays there for a few moments. "Huh," he muses as he rights himself, draws the survival knife from the body, and slits the body's throat. "Anywho, " he continues nonchalantly, "there are rough and nasty jobs. Undesirable roles. Those that have to deal with the literal or figurative feces so that the whole system remains working and good. This is that. You just have to realize that this is your lot in life and how you get to help things run. And yeah, some people will see the literal or figurative feces that gets all over you during the process and shun you for it. And, though it may be frustrating, you can take solace that you have dealt with it so well that the aforementioned person hasn't had to ever experience what you have to regularly. By doing something 'bad' you have protected something good."
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Rush for once shows where he stands. He moves over to the red soldier's unconscious body. He draws his blade and stabs it deep and hard. A pool of red blood begins to puddle from the body around the blade, and Rush holds it in before saying "You... No.. Hurt Friends.... Ever."
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"Observation: Rush's adrenaline levels indicate a stressed response just happened. It appears he felt you all were threatened by the cadets. While I cannot approve of the methodology, I suppose you all should feel flattered. Rush will kill to keep you safe."
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Dalinar looks as though he is about to give Pon another lecture but his face softens at the last moment, "Aye, someone has to do the dirty jobs. Just do me a favor, don't get caught looking to long into the abyss." The last part sounds like another quote but isn't spoken quite as formally as the previous ones.
"Good work Rushling. I'm very glad to have you at our backs."
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Prosper stands there for a few more moments, staring wonderingly at fiendish evil dagger that had come standard-issue from his training with the Legion. He shakes his head and sheathes it.
'I hope I'll never have to rely on it again. That kind of power is seductive! A docu-drama said so, so it must be true.'
"So I don't know what Spec said over the comm, but shouldn't we, y'know, get out of here before someone comes looking? And we should probably try some of the other missions before they get organized. That's rule 44. 'Take advantage of the enemy's contusion while you have the initiative.' Wait, no. Rule 14 'Take advantage of the enemy's confusion'!"
He steps over the Rush and pats the wrikreechee on the back reassuringly "Yeah, you totally, uh, totally protected us. Now lets split- wait no, I mean, let's go!" He chooses his words carefully to avoid agitating him during his post-bloodlust cooldown.
Prosper picks his rifle back up and steps from side to side, antsy for Pon to finish his looting so the group can slip away.
"What the heck are they all nattering about? We killed some people. Otherwise they'd have killed us. What is the big deal? You hunt, you kill"
Not at all understanding all the emotion, Wint just quietly sits there, waiting for the rest to calm down
Minos collects himself. Nods at Pon's suggested response. "The will know soon enough, but we can have the respond where we are not. To wit, let us secure the water tower while we have the advantage."
He looks over a prosper. "I can not tell if those are the rules of the oracle Gib, or the teachings of the Sun Warrior. You source seems, inconsistent. "
The looting of the bodies produces more armor, Azlanti comm units, hunting rifles and survival knives!
Meanwhile, Pink's comm unit crackles back. "मडबॉलर्स? ... मुझे वह पसंद है।" The voice that comes on is older, and more authoritative. "आपके कॉल ने मुझे एहसास दिलाया कि मैंने अन्य गश्ती दल के एक जोड़े से नहीं सुना है, और मैं उनके माध्यम से नहीं जा रहा हूं। यह हो सकता है कि सभी पागल मौसम हस्तक्षेप कर रहे हैं, लेकिन क्या आप उन पर जांच कर सकते हैं? हमारी अंतिम जानकारी यह थी कि वे हमसे लगभग एक घंटे की दूरी पर थे, एक पलायनकर्ता को ट्रैक कर रहे थे। यदि यह कोहरे के लिए नहीं होता, तो मैं एक ड्रोन भेजता।"
Pon looks over to Spec, "Yes sir, on it sir." He then begins dragging one of the bodies north toward the woods.
To add authenticity to Spec's response, Prosper groans in the background. He adds "मड-बॉलर ने मुझे गोली मार दी..." after briefly transforming to match the first azlanti cadet in the ambush, using the fellow's diaphragm to better match the right accent.
Even mangling the pronunciation, it seems a little helpful.
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Spec's tenuously budding confidence abruptly shatters as the challenge comes over the line. He fumbles the comm unit and tries to press it into Pon's hands.
"Aaah, I can't do this Pon, I can't lie to him! I haven't... I mean it's been so long ... But I..." He gulps audibly and only just barely manages to stay slightly this side of full on hyperventilation.
One deep breath, and a clipped "रोजर। तुरंत तैनात करना" is communicated in the hopes that a short acknowledgement will be harder to become suspicious of.
"Roger. Deploying immediately."
There is a long pause on the other end of the comm unit. "समझा। लगे रहो।" The voice is clipped and brusque.
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Dalinar wipes down his blade, even though he didn't get it very dirty in this fight. "I agree with Mister Starr, we need to keep rolling before we are discovered. What are we going to do with these bodies? I can think of two options, either hide them is the bushes or leave them to be found. It depends on whether we prefer stealth or phycological warfare."
"I suggest keeping them out of sight. At least delay any actual discovery. But I suggest we move with the assumption that time is now a valuable commodity."
"surprise is good. Let's hide the bodies.
"Time to get scarce. At least Spec's been able to trick them so far, right?" He gives the professor a thumbs up.
Over the next minute he aids in getting the bodies moved out of the graveyard and into the brush, though he's hardly able to lift the heavy cadets and their gear. Once they're done, he scurries away from the crime scene.
"So, water tower?"
As you are walking towards the water collector, Dalinar and Rush hear the sounds of shooting and a woman screaming, "Help!" and "Please, leave me alone!"
As you take off towards the shooting sounds, you see a lashunta woman cowering behind some planters as one of two emerald-colored drones shoots her with a sticky bomb.
It's midday, and the mist has dissipated enough that you can target clearly. Unfortunately, so can they.
Click. Whirr.
The two emerald-colored drones turn towards you.
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BOOMsplurch!
BOOMsplurch!
★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★
Round 1
Active conditions:
Azlanti Drone Red
Azlanti Drone Blue
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Wint
Rush (need DC 10 reflex)
Minos
Dalinar (need DC 10 reflex)
Spec
Prosper
Pon
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"Hey, you drones! The only person you should be trying to get sticky is me!"
With a shake of his head, Prosper rushes to the side and fires a shot from his flare rifle at the red drone - to destroy rather than to distract, these are drones after all.
He blinks with realization as he fires. "Uh, forget what I just said. That sounded a lot cooler in my head."