Cherry pulls out her Doshko and smiles."Oh boy practical sparring" She says excitedly.
She sets up an aligned stike than stops and readjusts. In doing so she grimaces, as she heard her mothers voice in her head. frowning she swings at the biggest one.
With a strange shift from a side swipe or over head she shifts to a side inline and lounges with the butt seeking to slam inot her opponents body instead of letting the teeth bite deep.
Drawing a tactical baton, Joyride approaches the nearest standing ruffian.
Bluff = 29
Baton = 8
Alzura makes a third strike, knocking her opponent into submission at last; he slides to the ground. She's so absorbed in the fury she tries to punch him again on the way do, but her attack is off-balance and she misses.
Meanwhile, Joyride makes several flourishes with his baton, but can't get a good opportunity to strike, so he holds the blow for the right moment.
Cherry manages to catch her opponent off-guard, and so manages to graze the thug even with her less than optimal attack angle. He moves back in pain, keenly aware that could have been a serious injury had Cherry chosen.
Burlap rolls up his sleeves as he strolls over to the unengaged half-orc… and delivers a swift kick to the side of the man's kneecap.
Alzura charges the next foe, but in her tipsy state she damn near topples over Burlap! "Quit wiggling around and face me like a woman!"
Burlap's strike, while not exactly devastating, definitely catches the attention of the thug.
Alzura struggles to regain her balance after a clean miss.
Vaëlorin stepped through the haze and echo of shouting boots against steel decking, one hand still tucked calmly behind his back. His gaze swept the hangar floor, taking in the flurry of fists, one-liners, and the sudden revelation that Cherry could indeed fight in a dress.
"Ah yes," he said aloud, to no one in particular, "the elegance of diplomacy… reduced to theatrical stomping in a cargo barn."
He drew his azimuth laser pistol with slow, deliberate care, the hum of its capacitor rising like a warning note in a symphony no one else could hear.
"To the rest of you," he called out dryly as he sighted in on one of the unengaged ruffians, "I suggest reconsidering your employment. You are about to be bested by a librarian."
Vaëlorin fired at an unengaged opponent.
Fire, Burn 1d4
Considering carefully, Vaëlorin aims at the one standing back, the only thug who has not actually engaged in combat. He appears to have been the leader.
"Son of an gubuk!" he says, screaming in pain. "Kid gloves are off boys!"
Vaëlorin would understand the word; Gubuk means "welp of a weak race" in Orcish.
Clarissa bites her lip nervously, but moves down to where the melee "action" is, and prepares for medical assistance if necessary.
"We didn't start this, but we will finish it."
Human thug on Joyride:
Baton:
Damage:
Orcblood thug on Burlap:
Fist:
Damage:
Orcblood thug on Cherry:
Club:
Damage:
"Leader guy" on Vaëlorin:
Laser Pistol:
Damage:
Top of Round 2. Party may act.
'OKAY" Cherry says with excitement as she shifts with practiced ease and takes a toothy swing.
His friends were in danger. Wiping his bloody lip, he tried to think. Takes consummate will, but Joyride breathes through the moment.
Then he steps back and pulls his pistol, pointing it as the apparent leader... What did you say?!
Vaëlorin fires back at the thug boss.
Fire, Burn 1d4
Burlap dances beneath the thug’s flying fist then he moves in to deliver a quick set of jabs to the man’s thigh. He refrains from delivering lethal blows, not out of any sense of gallantry or fair play, but because the constabulary asks less questions if there aren’t corpses on the deck. If there are cameras monitoring this scene, he wants to make sure he isn’t seen as pulling a weapon first.
SP: 24 / 24
HP: 23 / 23
RP: 5 / 5
Bullets Total Rounds (75): xxx
Clips (3):
Rounds (12 rnds/clip):
Batteries Total Charges (98):
Pistol Batts (2):
> Charges (20 chg/batt):
Rifle Batts (1):
> Charges (40 chg/batt): xx
Sniper Batts (1):
> Charges (10 chg/batt):
Effects:
condition – effect – Rnd x of y
Cherry's bite snags the edge of the Orc-man's armor, but does no damage.
Joyride's feint attempt fails to confuse his opponent.
Vaëlorin's pistol shot goes wide, missing his opponent and bouncing off the docking bay's armored surface.
Burlap pummels his opponent close to, but not quite into, submission. However, he chooses to continue fighting.
Alzura's action, round 2.
Seeing how things are going, Clarissa draws her pistol and fires at the leader.
"Yeah-hah! Now we gots you surrounded!"
Alzura spins to attack the human thug Joyride was fighting, but unfortunately she's still a bit off-balance and misses the fool.
At this point, the human, seeing her effectiveness on his co-ruffian, turns his baton on Alzura.
Cherry's Orcish opponent lifts his club and swings away.
Burlap's opponent swings a mammoth fist down toward the small ratkin, managing finally to dish out a little rather than take it.
The leader guy takes careful aim at at Joyride with his laser pistol, but Joyride's confusing movements seem to have distracted him.
Top of Round 3. Party may act.
LT, you alright? Or do we need grenades?
James steps back from the nearest thug and shoots at him.
Walk away... We'll spare you. It's an open invite, boys.
"Did I Here Grenades!!! I love Grenades!!" Cherry says with a laugh as she swings again, a bit more advanced maneuver than her club welding adversary.
She goes for the deflect and spin into the back. It was flourish.
"Hey! Quite ruinin' my fight with your guns!" Alzura shouts as she rebounds from the attack by the club. She manifests her Solar Weapon, which crackles with non lethal electricity. "Yours is okay, but I like mine better!" She shouts as she clobbers the club-wielding one with Solar fists.
Vaëlorin continues firing at the thug boss.
Fire, Burn 1d4
Burlap rolls with the delivered haymaker.
”LT, you alright?”
Even if the blow knocked him silly, Burlap would never admit to it. He spits a little blood. ”Yeah, that was just a love-tap… like this.” He slides inside the thug’s follow-up swing before delivering a punch to the half-orc’s gut then an uppercut to the man’s testicles.
SP: 19 / 24
HP: 23 / 23
RP: 5 / 5
Bullets Total Rounds (75): xxx
Clips (3):
Rounds (12 rnds/clip):
Batteries Total Charges (98):
Pistol Batts (2):
> Charges (20 chg/batt):
Rifle Batts (1):
> Charges (40 chg/batt): xx
Sniper Batts (1):
> Charges (10 chg/batt):
Effects:
condition – effect – Rnd x of y
LT, you alright? Or do we need grenades?
James steps back from the nearest thug and shoots at him.
Walk away... We'll spare you. It's an open invite, boys.
Joyride's human opponent drops from the solid laser hit, dropping him to the floor.
Cherry misses, but with style.
Alzura and Burlap pummel the already dazed Orc-man into unconsciousness.
Vaëlorin's pistol hits the boss solidly, evening the score between them.
This leaves only one Orcish man and the leader.
The one remaining thug looks questioningly, from the ferocious Vest threatening him to his leader, burned from laser fire.
"Dalbak?" he calls to his leader.
"Fight on, you lazy sluggard!, the leader commands, and fires at Vaëlorin.
The remaining thug swings at Cherry half-heartedly.
PCs may act in Round 4.
Dalbak... that's a cute name.
James shoots at the leader, hoping the last grunt will consider retreat.
Looking at the underling, I suggest you... scram. And, take a buddy with you... no one will hurt you.
Cherry tries another form, getting frustrated her training wasn't paying off. thankfully her mother wasn't around or she would never here the end of it. Cherry you spent too much time in those manuals and not enough in the combat simulator or Cherry the Doshko is Damitosh's gift to the Vesk, not those...those fangled computer schematics. Study combat not computers!
So with that in her head she tries a daring maneuver that would expose her stomach. Still it hopefully should work, she shifted and swung low, the fool as the teeth weren't aligned for a strike. Instead at the last minute she pivots with a half faint and uses the teeth as a saw to cut through instead of bite in.
Alzura charges one of the last remaining enemies, but she nearly trips over the bodies of the already conquered........
Joyride's shot hits the leader center-mass, who crumples to the floor and passes out from the pain.
Alzura takes a swing at the final opponent, but by that time he's no longer standing, as Cherry has seriously injured the Orc-man into unconsciousness.
End Combat
"Should I...stabilize the ones who've taken real damage, Captain?" Clarissa asks, looking at Dalbak's laser burns and the nasty doshko-related slash on Cherry's club-wielding opponent.
Cherry pulls her weapon free and then wipes the blade on the Orcs shirt. She then looks for a weapon and takes it.
" That was fun. Reminded me of my first date" Cherry says inspecting the Doshko before putting it back."Though it had more blood shed"
Yes, please... we're not animals. Holstering his piece, James goes about helping Clarissa.
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Alzura sways on her feet a bit as her solar weapon sputters out. She looks around, irritated, and rubs the bridge of her nose. "Yes, dear." Then she turns on the others. "And why did you all jump in?! I coulda took 'em all! You ruined my fight!"
They might be useful at some later time, Captain... just saving then from a bad beat down.
Never doubted you. James "gently" drags an orc-blood into a better position.
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"Aww Captian, but...but...fine" She says pouting as she curls her tail between her legs and slumps forward defeated.
"I just wanted to have fun, and mom always said idiots were great for practical combat sparring"
Garlus. You alright, friend?
Clarissa stabilizes and stops the bleeding of the orc-man that was hit with the doshko, as he seemed the worst off. Once that's done, she moves over to the leader, Dalbak.
"Shaken, my new friend. I...I didn't think the Malthar could have agents here. They must have been following me, assuming I was carrying the key."
Despite Garlus' reassurances, his nose is bleeding relatively heavily; he seems not to notice.
Vaëlorin holstered his pistol slowly, as if any sudden movement might dislodge what was left of his internal equilibrium. He exhaled sharply, wincing as he touched his side.
"An enlightening exercise," he muttered, running a diagnostic scan across his own vitals with his Mk1 multicomp. "By Desna’s wings, I appear to have acquired a new hole. Possibly two."
He looked up, eyes narrowing as he watched Clarissa begin triage on the fallen thugs.
"Thank you for seeing to the orc-man, Clarissa. But if the Captain has no objections, I might request a stitch or two next. Unless we are saving medical attention for those who initiated the combat in formal attire."
His tone stayed even, but the sarcasm shimmered like heat off a desert hull.
"In any case," he added, casting a glance at the crumpled form of Dalbak, "if these were truly agents of the Malthar, I suspect our next job will not involve luxury drinks and live jazz."
"Next time," he said, mostly to himself, "I am bringing the heavy shielding... and eating gloves."
"You should learn to dodge too Vael." Cherry giggles as she begins to disarm the fallen, as well as removing batteries and bullets from the weapons and pocketing them.
Clapping the old man gently upon the shoulder. I hope you're being completely honest.
Every little piece of information could save lives.
James goes on being Clarissa's assistant, as needed. Chuckling at the crew's exchanges.
"By Desna’s wings, I appear to have acquired a new hole. Possibly two."
"Thank you for seeing to the orc-man, Clarissa. But if the Captain has no objections, I might request a stitch or two next. Unless we are saving medical attention for those who initiated the combat in formal attire."
"Sorry, Vaelorin. Didn't see how bad you'd been shot. I'm on my way," the medic notes. She stabilizes the leader-guy and makes her way over to the Elven scientist.
"You should learn to dodge too Vael." Cherry giggles as she begins to disarm the fallen, as well as removing batteries and bullets from the weapons and pocketing them.
At this point, Clarissa has stabilized all the opponents who had serious injuries from the combat. They'll be out for a while. The other three, however, will regain consciousness in the next quarter-hour or so.
What's the plan?
Well, Betty is right up there... let's get inside and chat. He gives a look around to see if they are being watched by anyone that looks suspicious.