Jaraduk releases one of his familiar grunting sighs as they are swarmed by ambushers.
You know... things were going a little too well, I guess.
In the back of his mind he thinks this has to be Sinjin.
He wheels around behind Del so that he might isolate and spar with a "free" ambusher
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"If I wanted to be set on fire I'd be babysitting the neighbors kids...."
Move draw Eels from bag "Oh.. you like LINE weapons...."
Melissas eels, and their tank.. have gotten bigger.
Standard "GET EM ALL!" and since they were so nice to line up like that
Blue android purple green... Everyone but Yellow
Electric
Blue can take another cause he's electric
I can imagine whoevers doing overwatch for this mission quickly looking up Melissa's notes and still being listed as "Mostly harmless...."
Akh turns mildly toward the flamethrower wielding ambushers and says "I'm guessing you're here to remodel the building? I was thinking it's a bit gaudy." Then a dart pings off Del's armor and he adds "Nevermind, you're here to kill or capture us on behalf of one of our many enemies. You're a little late. If I was you I would have ambushed us while we were all separate."
Akh has no idea who these people are, but he reasons that sending a message will work regardless. The message being beating all these assassins up. He rushes for the ringleader and lashes out with his energy-wreathed claw.
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While Guess? blows a hole in a very fancy chandelier, Jaraduk crashes his doshko into the closest ambusher. Some of the electricity crackles across the humanoid's armor, absorbed. Lightning from Melissa's newly evolved pets crackles across the room, lighting up the toxic smoke and blasting the enemies. Akh moves decisively, cutting a gash across the android's thigh which begins to bleed profusely. She launches into the air, jetpack screaming . From her new vantage point she fires down, a dart pinging harmlessly off Akh's armor. "Kill and Capture, conveniently enough. It's always nice to do both." The android's smirk speaks of a confidence that does not match with her aim so far.
The enemy dueling with Jaraduk leans in and speaks in a course voice. "I hear you like grenades." The human, by his voice, pushes off Jaraduk and his jetpack helps him soar to safety - but not before Jaraduk gets a swing in. From there, the man lobs a grenade down into your group.
Two other of the attackers reposition, continuing to rain flames on the area while another drops his petrol cannon and whips a wicked looking blade towards Melissa.
Melissa SP 0/55 HP 52/57 RP 10/10
Akh SP 83/99 HP 67/67 RP 8/8
Guess? SP 40/54 HP 47/47 RP 10/10
Del x2 SP: 19/45, HP: 49/49, RP: 5/5
Jaraduk SP 57/72, HP 69/69, RP 10/10
Green Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 14 Damage
Pink Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 14 Damage
Blue Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 33 Damage
Yellow Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 23 Damage
Black Android Mercenary 56 Damage, 9 Points of Bleed
"Okay, these murderers are actually not that bad at murdering!"
With unusual speed, Guess? moves behind cover at the bar and fires at blue!
He then takes a quick glance around on the off chance the bar is stocked with some nice spirits.
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Melissa 5 foot steps off the recliner
"GET EM ALL!!" And zaps the boss and blue. Pythagoras will not save his...
Melissa picks things up quickly but was literally living under a rock for most of her life...
SKITTERHEART GO! Move action.
"See you at the rendezvous"
Turn on the grandchilds cloak. BLIP! Becomes invisible.
The enemy dueling with Jaraduk leans in and speaks in a course voice. "I hear you like grenades." The human, by his voice, pushes off Jaraduk and his jetpack helps him soar to safety - but not before Jaraduk gets a swing in. From there, the man lobs a grenade down into your group.
Hit]1d20
Jaraduk is confused in the moment.
How do you know about me? I'm nobody... the thought passes quickly as he tries to dive out of the way of the incoming grenade with equal concurrent concern for Del.
Gritting his teeth and growling under his breath a bit, he finally responds.
You know what... I do have a bit of a thing for grenades. Here, meet my trusty friend Snorlsnack.
He pats his grenade launcher with confidence.
Well... it's something from Xenomon. Maybe you wouldn't know about it. You're probably lame.
Akh swipes at the injector-wielding mercenary as she flees, calling out "Which side are you working for again? Let us know so we can send our appreciation after this."
He almost doesn't notice the grenade going off, his armor buffering and absorbing what little cold he doesn't instinctively dodge. He follows by laying into the blue merc with his claws, hoping to bring him down before he can fire off another wave of flame.
"Aaaah! Who are these people?" Del shrieks as she attempts to dodge flamrethrowers and grenades.
Finally getting her bearings, Del rolls behind the couch, coming up in a crouch as she unleashes a wave of force at two of her attackers.
Seeing both mercenaries still standing, Del finishes recovering from shock and decides it's time to get serious! ...Or, more serious than normal! With a wave of her hand, she pulls a burst of boiling brightly coloured isomalt into existence, knocking green over and causing some serious pain. The isomalt remains, still bubbling and burning a chair, the green assassin, and the unfortunate bear rug as it pools all over the floor. With a grunt of further exertion, she unleashes another wave of force, slamming it into the pink and green assassins.
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Guess? softens up the mercenary, throwing him off with the complement. Melissa, barely, manages to take advantage of that space and hits him with a electrical blast. During that moment, Guess? spies a few bottles of high end liquor nearby. Akh, no time for looting, takes down the attacker with a few well placed slashes.
The sitting area bursts into a wreath of destruction as Del focuses on the closest attackers. Some of the fiery tumult washes off their specialized armor, but the blast of Del's force sends both attackers stumbling backwards.
Jaraduk and the mercenary he's squaring off with reposition, spinning around each other and drawing new weapons. As the man places a hand back on his flamethower he sways in air. "You have quite the dossier for a nobody..." On the other side of the room, the android boss stares down Akh. "Oh, come on Mr. Xi. Our armor may have updated, but our playbook hasn't." She pops two needles into her rifle and fires two at Akh. The first clangs off his armor as usual but the second sinks into a seam in his armor. Instantly alarm bells start ringing inside Akh's suit. BLUE WHINNIS DETECTED. CALL 1800-222-1222 IMMEDIATELY.
Beside Akh, the mercenary chases Melissa down with the long knife. "They weren't kidding, you really don't wear armor."
Comfortable with being charred, the remaining mercenary takes a step forward to line up the two least armored members of the group. The flames crackle over Melissa, sending the smell of burnt fur into the air.
Melissa SP 0/55 HP 23/57 RP 10/10
Akh SP 74/99 HP 67/67 RP 8/8
Guess? SP 40/54 HP 47/47 RP 10/10
Del SP: 27/45, HP: 49/49, RP: 5/5
Jaraduk SP 53/72, HP 69/69, RP 10/10
Green Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 23 Damage
Pink Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 26 Damage
Blue Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 124 Damage
Yellow Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 23 Damage
Black Android Mercenary 65 Damage, 9 Points of Bleed
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Guessing melissas square wouldn't be hard
50% or lower you miss me
50% or lower you miss me (yes line weapons have to deal with that, its a benefit of her fighting style.)
"I'll try yours on in a minute after I bang the dragon bite marks out of it. Would painting it hot pink or roadcone orange be more offensive to your memory?"
"GET The boss with the UGLY haircut! " trying to focus fire and save some resolve points.
After being invisible and loud in her square, she will be quiet and slip over under the table.
The chair gives the slightest bit of a wobble from taping her tail on the way by.
Standard: get em!
Move: move at full speed while invis
Swift: drop prone under the table.
Guessing her square is now a PITA. She was the wrong kind of offensive to break the invis....
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As an android, Akh is only dimly aware of the risks of poisons, largely because they so rarely affect him. His only memory of being poisoned is that one time with the six week old expired strawberry custard. Certainly this blue whinnis isn't nearly as toxic.
The needle on the other hand really hurt . He swipes opportunistically at the knife-toting merc before calling up to the ringleader "Sorry, drawing a blank. I don't think I know any arson enthusiasts. Could you please spell it out while we take down your allies."
He follows by tearing into the same merc, seeing that the ringleader is still bleeding profusely.
Jaraduk takes aim at the mercenary hovering above him...
He then maneuvers away to the other side of the conference table.
Focusing on the green assassin, Del throws her arms forward, sending a burst of spicy hot sauce flying at their face.
Meanwhile, the isomalt continues to boil and bubble.
Guess? drops his pistol, draws his rifle and fires at black!
"grrrrrr...."
Guess? uses his outer voice instead of his inner voice:
"Guys! Melissa says fire at the same guy and they'll fall like dominoes! And also that we should do wheatie O'! I suppose breakfast IS the most important meal of the day..."
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Jaraduk finds a supernaturally perfect shot. His grenade arcs through the air, which the mercenary's supernaturally fast reflexes allow him to orient his armor for!
"My eyes! MY EYES!" The mercenary claws at their facemask as Del continues to warp the world around them into the worst restaurant experience ever. Melissa, invisible but helpful as ever, moves out of the fray. Where she disappeared, Akh casually slashes into Mook #4 while conversating with the boss. Guess? follows up with another rifle shot, spraying blood across the room. The android takes a deep breath in of the hotel's finely filtered air. She speaks, almost to herself, through the haze of pain and near-unconsciousness. "A Golden League assassin never stops. A Golden..." Her words begin to slur together, but she still manages to fire a needle into Del's arm before flying off towards the shattered window. Del's armor begins to flash just like Akh's did. BLUE WHINNIS DETECTED. CALL 1800-222-1222 IMMEDIATELY.
One of the warriors continues to swipe at Akh, his knife uselessly pinging off Akh's thick armor. The other two mercenaries bathe the area in fire; one manages to boil several of the valuable bottles of alcohol and Guess?'s armor's new paint job while the other just burns the carpet beneath Del and Akh's feet.
Melissa SP 0/55 HP 23/57 RP 10/10
Akh SP 74/99 HP 67/67 RP 8/8
Guess? SP 22/54 HP 47/47 RP 10/10
Del SP: 8/45, HP: 49/49, RP: 5/5
Jaraduk SP 53/72, HP 69/69, RP 10/10
Green Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 39 Damage 5 acid damage at the end of its turn for 3 more rounds.
Pink Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 61 Damage
Blue Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 124 Damage
Yellow Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 29 Damage
Black Android Mercenary 102 Damage, 9 Points of Bleed, Flatfooted
"Fire at which one?" Del asks, not entirely sure who she should be targeting. As her nearby foe stumbles out of the boiling isomalt, Del...
Del seizes her lucky wooden spoon—the only thing she managed to take from her bakery when she fled —and taps it onto the shoulder of the assassin. She closes her eyes for a moment, sifting through countless grim realities and shattered futures and dumping them all into the mind of this poor mook.
"Sorry," she remarks with a scrunch of her nose. "But you kind of deserve it!" A moment later she adds, "You know you can run away at any time, right?"
Jaraduk growls at the nimbleness of his foe. Not one to give up, he takes aim again.
"Oh no you ain't coming around here, poisoning everyone, then think you can get away!"
Guess? takes aim and fires at Black!
"Oh, Golden League! How's Sinjin doing? We haven't heard from him in a bit." Akh swipes fiercely (but not particularly accurately) at the pink merc and then takes advantage of Melissa's hurry to fly up and after the black ringleader.
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The mercenary in front of Del shivers as the dark realities swarm his mind. Shakily he responds, "You don't know what they do to cowards.." Jaraduk hits his target this time, his grenade exploding mid-air in front of the mercenary's face. Melissa, with a third target, splashes them in electrical arcs. Akh slashes at his target, striking the warrior's leg thanks to the encouragement from Melissa. The man swipes out at Akh as he passes, but just scratches Akh's backplate.
Thanks to Melissa's evocation, Guess? steels his muscles and clips the fleeing assassin's helmet! Ten feet out the window, jetpack roaring, the android goes limp and falls out of view. You hear a dull thud and echoing screams from twelve floors below. Every head in the room turns to the blank space outside the window, then back to the battle. Everyone but one; the mercenary behind Akh drops his (useless) knife and runs towards the door! "Nope nope nope nope nope." Without hesitation, both remaining mercenaries move in. One steps up to Del, the other floats down to ground level. They share a glance then open fire. The area in the middle of the room is bathed in heat. Del dodges the blast, which scorches over her back. Guess? (and his overly expensive bottles of whiskey) get crisped. But the fleeing mercenary is caught in the crossfire and collapses at the penthouse's door.
Melissa SP 0/55 HP 23/57 RP 10/10
Akh SP 74/99 HP 67/67 RP 8/8
Guess? SP 8/54 HP 47/47 RP 10/10
Del SP: 8/45, HP: 49/49, RP: 5/5 ; Blue Whinnis Healthy
Jaraduk SP 53/72, HP 69/69, RP 10/10
Green Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 67 Damage 5 acid damage at the end of its turn for 3 more rounds.
Pink Mysterious Murderous Mercenary Dying
Blue Mysterious Murderous Mercenary Dying
Black Android Mercenary Dead Dead
Yellow Mysterious Murderous Mercenary 46 Damage
Del shakes her head as she taps the green mercenary with her wooden spoon again, flooding his mind with a few more horrible futures. "Well, that's a dysfunctional workplace! You should quit. That's how they keep us down, you know? Fear and threats and assassins! Really its the workers that have the power." Admittedly a little sorry for the green assassin who makes poor life choices (something she admits she's also guilty of...), Del slips between realities for a moment, reappearing closer to the pool table.
"Thank goodness we're in the good part of town. In my neighborhood, goblins would be all over the corpse by now!"
Guess? fires at yellow!
After shooting yellow, Guess? realizes, "D'oh! I forgot. We should leave one alive to torture for information! Preferably their leader. Man, I've gotten soft this past month..."
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Del bonks her mercenary in the head and his eyes roll back as the visions of horrific alternate realities overwhelm him.
Guess? and Jaraduk lay into the final mercenary, then Melissa finishes them off with the jolt of some only-mildly life-threatening electricity.
COMBAT OVER!
Some of you run to the wounded, others to your unconscious prisoner, and others to the less alive combatants. On each you find a set of golemforged plating III (jetpack, mk 1 electrostatic field), a wounding wrack devastation blade, salamander-class flamethrower, a cryo grenade II (2) on most of the bodies, and each has a credstick with 625 credits.
After gathering your senses, you have time to focus on what that annoying blinking light in the corner of your HUD was (besides Del, who has a second icon - a flashing green skull.) a missed call counter! It seems Tarika has called you several times since her original text message arrived a little too late.
Melissa SP 0/55 HP 23/57 RP 10/10
Akh SP 74/99 HP 67/67 RP 8/8
Guess? SP 8/54 HP 47/47 RP 10/10
Del SP: 8/45, HP: 49/49, RP: 5/5 ; Blue Whinnis Healthy
Jaraduk SP 53/72, HP 69/69, RP 10/10
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Melissa will sigh, and having recentlyish come from the temple of saranrae and asked someone to poke her god to make up for her mistake, will stabalize whatever is left. Having done this so many times she can't miss at this point.
"Hey tarika We're fine. So. How you been? "
"Yeah I've heard that splat before I'm 99% sure I can't duct tape that back to life. "
Akh swoops out the window and dives down all twelve floors to retrieve the remains of the body before it can attract more attention than it already has. At the bottom he comments to any onlookers "Very convincing, yes? Filming a movie. Don't worry about it." He's not even slightly convincing, but it gives anyone who'd like to pretend they didn't just see someone fall to their death an out.
He carries the body back up to the hotel room to rejoin the others "Well, maybe the leader has some special orders stuffed in their pocket. Those might be laced with blue whinnis as well. Probably are." he glances at Del "Maybe you shouldn't touch them."
They could have just quit while they were ahead! We seem to meet a lot of over-confident mercenaries (unlike us!)
Del puts a hand to her head, feeling a little flush. "I don't feel so good..."
Guess? was about to fire up his jet pack to go loot the android corpse but instead stops to rest when he sees Akh go dive after the dead body.
"Big props to you buddy!" says Guess?, giving Akh a thumbs up.
Guess? will search through the android body and also check if there's any alcohol left at the bar.
When Tarika calls, "Hiya Tarika! I'm guessing you don't yet have this month's cred payout, eh? So... What's up with the assassins and where are you?
"And by the way, do you have any anti poison stored in this place?"
"Okie Dokie! I'm not one to ever pass on a life-saving butt-stabbin'!"
Guess? follows the doctor orders.
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As the final baddie falls and Akh leaps out the window, Del falls unconscious. Melissa and Guess? play doctor, significantly boosting Del's immune system after Melissa reminds Guess? that the orange tip goes down and not against his thumb. Unfortunately... Del stays unconscious. It seems she is going to need some Long Term Care in order to get better.
Akh pulls up to the depressing scene with the flattened remains of the android leader in his arms. Melissa notes that she is wearing light armor. In addition to her estex suit III (jetpack, mk 1 thermal capacitor, purple forcefield) armor she has an advanced nightarch needler, cryo grenades I (2), Blue Whinnis (4 doses), mk 2 serum of healing (3), and a credstick with 625 credits. She also has a note, hand written on antique-style paper. Four targets, dead or alive. Sarcesian target, alive. See dossiers. -S&R
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PSHHHHHHH... BEEP BEEP BEEP A belated fire alarm begins to sound in the hallway outside the penthouse and sprinklers turn on inside your room to put out the fires still roaring on various pieces of furniture and artwork on the walls.
You get Tarika on the comm, who breathlessly explains The Golden League! I just escaped a car chase, they boxed us in on our way to meet you! Shan and Strek led them off while I dived out a side door, I think I've lost them." She pauses a moment, your words sinking in. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ASSASSINS?" She has more to tell the crew. “I'm thinking... Sinjin and Reisora, they couldn’t beat ya on their own, so they’ve joined forces! If Sinjin could have done it on his own, surely he would have done it by now! And maybe Eline was feeling all conflicted after you were nice to her? I dunno... I tried to warn ya as soon as I could, but it sounds like I was far too late and the shootin’ had already started. We gotta get to the ship and figure out our next move, stay one step ahead of Eline and that drow sonofa… ” Even as Tarika speaks, a horrifying sight comes into view. At the shipyards far below, through the broken window, the kalistocrat treasure barge Second Chance, flanked by two other starships, rockets out of a dock on Absalom’s Arms, headed for space. The ship doesn’t respond to any communications and is too far away to reach. Within seconds, it’s gone from sight.
dun DUN
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"Alright She's not going to fit in my basket of holding. [/smaller] "
Melissa dashes outside in search of a luggage cart hopefully with some luggage to cover her with.
"Yeah well...At least they Reisora'd it back when it was empty. Tarika PLEASE tell me that was empty...Guys, we don't hand her over to any Emergency response groups, they may not be emergency response. Guess? what ten foot tall species would draw the least attention passed out in a luggage cart...Everyone get some booze. "
12% of a plan is we throw a disguise on everyone throw del on a luggage cart, wheel her out till we're noticed and then use the luggage rack as a kick scooter to the nearest stealable car aka the neastest car.
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"I mean, I liked the ship. But hey, we can just buy a new one since our treasure had been moved to a secure, immovable location over this past month, amirite?
"I mean we were able to acquire all that treasure because it was stored in a movable vehicle. Surely we didn't leave our valuables in the same movable vehicle, allowing someone else to do exactly what we already proved possible to do! Am. I. Right????"
Never has anyone heard Guess? pronounce those words so clearly.
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THUD
Jaraduk is happy to hear that Tarika is safe, but he lets her and Strek know about Del's condition.
It looks like we're going to need to lay low for a couple of days... once we get out of here.
He looks over Del's body and holds up both hands with index fingers and thumbs at right angles to make a frame, through which he attempts to assess her "bulk" or encumbrance as it were.
I also have a null-space chamber, or else... Akh you get the big end, I grab the little end and we casually carry out our "drunk friend?"
Guess? looks at the party's two null space chambers and rubs his chin thoughtfully, "Too bad Del doesn't split in two..."
Guess? looks up and says, "Looks like no easy shortcut to getting Del outta here. But really, should be no problem at all!
"I switch my disguise to Zo!. Akh pushes her around on a luggage rack. Jaraduk and Melissa pretend to be camera operators, with the cameras built into your headsets. I'll tell everyone we see that we're shooting a new show, outta the way!"
Akh is calm as usual throughout the chaos, and Tarika's panicked chatter or the Second Chance disappearing into the sunset don't really change that. Instead, he peers at the note he pulled off the head goon and ponders out loud "What if its Sinjin and Rovo instead? You know, the Wintermourn was causing trouble for us so often that maybe they were in Sinjin's pocket the whole time and we didn't realize it. Or maybe it's Sinjin and Really everyone that hates us. That would be fitting."
He looks over and realizes Del's still snoozing "Oh, that's a problem. I don't think you're going to be able to stuff her in your bag Guess, no matter how big it is on the inside. Yes, it's time to carry our sick friend to the nearest doctor to get treatment for her critical case of the snoozes." He picks up the lighter end. For all his size, he's not particularly strong. He looks around for said luggage cart.
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You don your disguises and cart your unconscious friend out of the hotel. Going through the lobby you pass a few security guards escorting a fleet of emergency personnel towards the hotel lifts. You decide to retreat to a safe place and regroup where you can either allow Del to rest or fetch a mystical doctor. You decide on...
the back of Jaraduk's gym. You pass through the backdoors, and settle onto some broken equipment. Going out in pairs - for supplies, aid, and information - only to find some bad news. Those who head out find their bank accounts frozen. No business will buy from or sell to them, even for cash. Once-reliable merchants refuse to make eye contact and hurriedly shoo you away; attempts to interact with automated kiosks garner only flashing, red DENIED messages. Guess?, Jaraduk, and Akh's black market contacts receive similarly cold shoulders, as underworld dealers and fences pretend not to know them and flee when confronted.
You call Tarika, who reveals that she suffers all the same problems. She hesitantly explains "I'm so sorry... it seems you have been burned by the Kalistocracy and the Golden League. One in the public sphere and one in the private. Every business in the Pact Worlds and Near Space, legal or not, has your names, appearances, genetic information, and account numbers, along with strict orders not to engage with you under the threat of being sanctioned (or worse, as the Golden League could violently punish anyone trying to help the crew)." She forward along a screenshot of the order that a close contact of hers shared. It seems that no matter your wealth, your credits are useless if nobody will sell items to you. The normally calm Tarika experiences a brief but serious episode of panic, as she has no idea how to get out of this situation.
"Guys! We're covert, elite special ops mercenaries! I ain't worried. Goblin tribes don't even have a tenth of our skills and they've survived for generations pulling nothing but smash and grabs.
"As a team, we can easily pull off heists and robberies of anything we need or want. We INVENTED Reisora-ing for Desna's sake! We'll be fine!
"We just need to survive long enough to find an opening to turn the tables on Sinjin and/or Eline. Maybe Sinjin since Del is trying to repair her relationship with Eline. And we've already given up the Last Chance as a down-payment on that relationship repair.
"Anyways, I'm sure their alliance is an uneasy, distrustful one. Probably even illegal! We just gotta bide our time till we spot a weak point... then apply pressure!
"It'll be easy. Trust me! When have I ever led you astray??"
Guess? grins wide. Ear-to-ear wide!
"And we can probably even set up shop in the Veskarium if we need to. Those guys love us! Or we can lie low on Skitterhaven ranch. They love us too!
"We just gotta stay calm and not panic. We've got plenty of skills, resources, and friends!
"Tarika, that goes for you too. Don't panic!"
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"We should see if there's a lock on Bob Jim and Shirley's credsticks and turn those into UPBs. "
"Guess? see if you can scrounge up some UPBs "
Guess? in disguise with UPBs should be able to make purchases. If every purchase over 1,000 credits takes genetic info or something we can mutate his genes now and cure it laster... OR just pick pocket a sample from someone and grow some extra.
If its worse than that, we could convince someone to make a straw purchase. There's got to be a drunk ysoki somewhere that needs 100 UPBs for a new liver. Why can't I buy this myself? Well... uhm.. you need to be at least 11 to meddle in Gods domain ?
"I either need 1400 credits and someone that can sell you a spell gem to get rid of the poison, or 2,300 UPBs ...which we left on the ship....and I can print up a nanite hypopen. " she looks around at the By the Horns gym. "This.. would not be a safe place to hide very long even if you didn't use your own name to buy it. The gems more traceable but less expensive. "
"It'll be easy. Trust me! When have I ever led you astray??"
"When your plan lead to us getting attacked by assassins. If you have to ask which time? Exactly. "
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Akh is characteristically unconvinced by Guess's bravado. "If they could do this all along, I wonder why they waited so long. And why does Sinjin even hate us that much? All we did was not die to his trap." He floats around in the gym, weaving between the equipment. "Giving the Last Chance back certainly doesn't seem to have done anything helpful either. We should have sent the Last Chance back to her with exploding farm animals, like I suggested..."
"I think the Skittermander ranch would be a good idea. We can live out the rest of our presumably short lives farming. That would be nice. We could get those screaming tomatoes going." He ponders this for a moment and then adds "I suppose the problem is getting there if we can't buy tickets and everyone is out to get us."
"Well, I could also fold myself up and wait out a few hundred years for this to blow over. That wouldn't help all of you, but I could tell people in the future about you. You could be famous."