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The coming months were perilous for the crew as well as 86. With the aid of Crimson Tide the two managed to put a mild dent in the rusting scrap fields of ship wreckage clogging up the ocean floor near Bay City. In turn providing the Treznak with valuable raw materials to further her creations to aid the team. The under-coffee Base became a site of structure for both her and the other temporarily stranded Treznak on Earth. The team was able to bring their might to bear against a colony that if left to it's devices for weeks or even days longer would have proven a challenge for even the mighty heros of Earth. But thanks to the expertise honed from eons of fighting such a foe as well as tech made specifically to fight against it they were able to nullify any notable presence on the planet.

Soon the Zaka'zil makes to enter the gravity well of Sol and the Treznak will make themselves widely known to humanity's governments. Perhaps they will congratulate the fledgling species and the surviving crew of Murkal's Judgement on their success against the eternal enemy. Only then does Erwina have to make her choice on weather to continue the fight or stay to ensure that the villainous forces of Earth didn't get their hands on the volatile spores of the Nos'Valgras plague to use for their own nefarious schemes.

There isn't much of a reply from 86 over the course of time it takes for the group to reconvene. At the base 86 is occassionally seen moving in and out of the now cycling airlock between the medium printer and the workshop. It seems she's duely keeping herself busy mentally. With various bits and bobs.

"Wendy-red I will require the insourcing of more raw material for future projects. Since Tumbler-Carmen is busy with her part of the mission, any source of iron or steel alloy will work as well as titanuim bases to continue manufacturing them into requiset materials. I do not need anything raw the printer can deconstruct as well as reconstruct into the proper carbon structures."

86 simply leaves the capped cave and returns to the base as instructed only when she is near does the communication about the passing of one Bruce Hattrix. She is unaware exactly the nature of who that is, but recalls wendy saying something about her great-Patriarch coming to the meeting and puts two and two together. It is a shame that she could not meet one who was part of her line, and surely a great person. But such losses in Treznak society could be mourned later, for the time they would omly strengthen the resolve of the pack.

Arriving at the base she immediately marched into the workshop, quing up the final prints as she walked by. There would be very little time for a pre-test and so a field test would be the only thing avaliable at the time.

"Making final adjustments Wendy-red. It shall be ready for a field test when we need it."

Seeing most of the group in agreeance as to the plan 86 approaches Tumbler. Makes to reach out to her and then stops short and retracts.

"Tumbler-Carmen. You will do well here, I have put trust in your abilities so far and you have not disappointed. You have a sly tongue and would make an excellent negotiator. Do not die, and keep us informed of what is happening." The last bit was almost turned up like a question or a hidden please, but the annunciation from the alien does leave quite a bit to be desired. But the overall statement seems to be an attempt to reassure Carmen of her abilities rather than simply praise them.

Best of Them(Tumbler): 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1, 5) + 2 + 1 = 9

86 has been silent for much of the conversation much like Crimson Tide with an odd predatory gaze constantly falling on those around the room.

She snorts a bit 'This is why you should truly punish those who stride against society. Or actually solve the issues of pollution, eh they are a young race.'. "If the group is unaware of the nature of the vessel then it would be best not to inform them it is any more than an ornament. If you go in actively seeking to barter it away from them than they will learn quickly that something is amiss yes? Tumbler-Carmen, you have previous ties to this Thorn? You are also exceptional at dishonorable subterfuge correct? You could potentially just infiltrate the area under guise of aiding them. Warn us of their activities and then steal the vessel when they are least expecting it, or at least provide us with more intel from the inside."

She folds all four of her arms and bows her head, "This would allow us to hamper and reduce the threat they possess to your star's workforce as well as complete our battle objective."

86 raises a grasper to make a point, "Perhaps if the vessel is so dangerous to Kalilah-Arcana and Wesley-Arcanum, they would be safer away from any potential utilization of it's power over them?"

Strutting through the facility towards the actual meeting area 86 is surprised by the audacious stonework and figures this must be some location of importance to Wendy. The thought is further proven by her personal reverence of the place and how she speaks that her entire family-pack will be present. When the reins of the conversation are passed over to the Treznak she stands quietly for a few moments before realizing it was her turn for action.

Pressing a few keys on the device she is given it brings up a map of the district of Bay city that the coffee shop is located. "Uh.. Greetings. The scan is based from the site of the holoterminal that Wendy-Red provided me with to alter. After taking scans of Kalilah's unique energy signature I was able to create an algorithm that could specify the limited scanners around your star that should have been able to pick up residual energy of the same kind. As you can see there are many trails of the energy present here. Likely from wherever great expenditures have been used thus soaking the locations in said energy.

Several locations blink into existence and pulse lightly against the now widened map of Bay city. "I was able to then further refine the search and scrub away minor or old traces of the energy which helped to define more prominent uses of power. Which should help us locate the vessel."

The map would continue to zoom out but the fainter traces of energy would dissipate into nothing until only a handful remained, likely where actual Wishes were made. She nods back to Wendy.

86 simply shakes her head again.
"Not sure what that role is, but given your description I shall assume something like a long ranged fire support. But your other half seems to be against the idea."

She then looks to Megan, "Perhaps, but your attire covers you from the elements. And can be augmented with additional dermal plating, the same cannot be said for..." 86 motions to Arcana with a grasper, "That."

086-732 arrives shortly after everyone else lurching out of the beefy box van style vehicle that was sent by the barbs. Shaking her head causing her mane to ruffle from side to side and puff out a bit before she strategically pushed it back down and seated her helmet.

Joining the group she notices that Kalilah is wearing basically nothing and frowns as best her bestial features can allow, turning to more of a scowling i'm gonna bite your face off rather than a simple upset feline.

"I believe I have made my point clear on you Terrans and your unappealing and dysfunctional choice in battle attire. But this barely even qualifies as under garments let alone battle raiment." She snorts loudly at Kalilah and quickly pushes past, to stand with the main group and await the arrival and official beginning of the meeting.

C&S Wendy: 2d6 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1) - 2 + 1 = 3

Growing closer to the team via Wendy. The team helped her reunite and aid her pack and since Wendy was the lead on that mission it only makes sense to give it to her. Conceptually she believes Wendy was the one responsible for the honor and leading of the endeavor. As such i'm gonna mark a potential and take two new powers as I come into my own on Earth. Hi-tech vehicle from The Brain, and super strength and durability a bit further down the line as I change to some experimental battle armor to adapt to the struggle of fighting super-powered individuals from Soldier. Wendy shifts 86's freak up and mundane down +2/-2 respectively as part of the double influence. Hasn't celebrated victory proper with anyone yet.

86 Spends most of her time setting up micro matter refiners and small nano-printers which she uses to print bigger parts for bigger printers until she has a functioning workshop tucked into a compact corner of the Coffee shop base. Due to a not so unforseen circumstance between issues to be posted later, she has also taken the liberty of utilizing her new printers and matter forges to set up a workshop for a proper team vehicle. That has yet to be revealed to the team and she has somehow managed to keep under tight wraps despite the short time span and the ever prying eyes of Wendy and the murderBarbed dolls.

Over all things are looking well for the young Treznak Artificer as she settles into the base and begins the arduous process of researching Terran culture and technology. So that she can show off her ability to one-up it at every single turn, or so she believes, since Humans have shown to be rather resourceful and surprising creatures in even her short time on Tera.

86 stares on at Guy-Wes and the lacking explanation, mostly because that's sort of how she was brought into the world surrounded by not quite but almost the same individuals who were, in a manner of speaking exactly like her. "I believe the stress of the situation is lost on me, as that is how my batch siblings were brought into the world. We are all very similar slight differences coat, sex, secondary genetic donor, mental acumen it'd be very demeaning but you may say we are the same."

She nods at Fem-Wes and tilts her head at whatever this magic is seeming to not understand the word very well. "I was speaking about information in regards to this object you lost, that it will be easier to find. I will not begin to explain how little of this... 'Majik' I understand. But I believe your idiom stands as a suitable stand in." She pulls out a small metal orb and holds it delicately between two clawed fingers.
"Eons ago one would not have conceived of a device capable of turning hydrogen dioxide into a weapon like this, but now I can use it to immobilize or extinguish things in a flash." She replaces the orb into a receptacle on her belt, before finally addressing Carmen.

Her ears pulled back slightly with concern, "You asked that I did not damage the flooring at all. If I am to do so then I will need a workplace that is suitable for the temperatures that my equipment will produce. As well as hiding the energy signatures they will invariably produce. For this I suggest the place where the scanning computer was located."

Listening once again to the team go about their deliberations and everything 86 folded her arms and grumbled.
"I would make my address then. I want to better aid this pack. In order to facilitate that I need a proper workplace, Your base should suffice assuming the power requirements are suitable. As well as requiring knowledge on how the abilities of your people work and how I might begin creating countermeasures."

She then looked to all the offending members of the group trying to solidify on a single complaint which she couldn"t easily bring herself to do. So she decided to drop things adressing individuals of the group.

Looking to Ziss as she leaves part of her rant dies in her throat she motioned towards Wendy, "I believe Siss means to say that you are currently unfit to lead because you are letting her emotions cloud your judgement. Wendy-red you have already proven yourself a capable leader, however there have been tactical errors. You were, as far as I believe you're medical terminology would declare, deceased in my grasp earlier because of your rash action. We were all caught unaware to your regenerative abilities. Can you deny that was the truth, or that it is a reasonable cause for concern of your safety from your packmates?"

She then looked to Tumbler,"I do not wish to set your gift on fire as such I will not use it for anything more than my domicile."

Unfolding her limbs she motioned between the two wes's, wessi, weses? "I do not like this, it is confusing. I will require information about how to resolve this. It is clear something important happened with the vessel that you had on the other planet and I believe I am uninitiated on thr exact nature of what transpired while I was entreating with my pack."

She pointed to Crimson tide for a long paused moment, "I have no qualms about your performance, it was... adequate."

86 listened contently for a time partially relaxed because of the drugs in her system partially because she had no reason to be on edge with Ziss. She had seen the folly of underestimating her too. "I will not claim to understand the program of her automatons. Nor her battle tactics at this time, it was reckless and could have cost the morale that won us that battle. Or it could inspire others to push themselves beyond their usual capabilities. Wendy-Red got lucky this time with her... abilities. Something I still have very little understanding of."

She leans down to be more eye level with Ziss, "You do not like being claimed as the cub of another? Perhaps you should talk with this Matriarcical figure about her claim to you. Perhaps it is not as... intense as you believe? It may not be by blood, but that does not mean you cannot become a member of another's pack. Honorary or officially, but it is important to know why they are attempting to claim you before letting your blood boil over. Do not lose yourself to the raging storm that is your heart."

provoke(give Aunt Maude a chance to explain first): 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 = 10
carrot and stick

86 simply watches from the side-lines trying to make sense of the arguement between the doll and Ziss.
"I may not understand things of the Terran world so well. But that entire interaction felt... hostile. Do you wish to discuss?"

86 stops herself from biting her tongue as Ziss aids her. "Y-yes in simple terms, it... heals." It didn't sit so well with her simplifying the science of the device down but there wasn't a denial that it did just that.

Shooting herself up with some anesthetic before she moved to the actual wound. There was a singed smell of burning plastic and ozone as she grit her maw and worked. "Knowing the deeper function of tools is part of my vocation. You'll have to excuse me from the lengthy explanation." The process was over quickly, but it was clear whatever was already spilled on the floor wasn't going to oxidize quickly and remained fluid for a while.

"Odd... knew it would take long to clot. But this cold makes it worse it seems." She rationalizes that she'll have to tell Tyr'Gal if he hadn't made the discovery already. "Why threaten the automaton for questioning it's creators safety?"

It is clear she was trying to hide the large, for human hands device in her grasper, but it wouldn't help against Ziss. "Wendy-Red is the leader of the pack. Has operational command, we go where she goes." It does become clear that being stubborn against Ziss would likely not lend to her own help, but 86 still has her pride to protect.

"I am a proud Treznak warrior I do not require assistance Though should I need it in the future I suppose it could not hurt to have another in the pack who knows how to... o-operate medical equipment." Ziss gets the impression she's spinning it to still make herself sound good. As she places the device in Ziss's mitts. "Nano-medifab, lifetime three-long cycles before it requires maintenance and re-energizing. Detects and applies appropriate growth stimulants, muscle contracting agents, and cyto-proteins necessary for rapid cellular regrowth. Nanites to aid in clotting in hazardous environments, using nanites which capture, breakdown, and recycle wayward tissue and redeposit to immediately strengthen the wound. Only functional for wounds smaller than six inches." She kneels down to the diminutive Ziss, placing a clawed grasper on various parts of the device.

"Do not aim at non-wound, wasteful. Refill nanite chamber with access slide here. Retain trigger discipline, restrain patient as necessary. Direct applicator above wound towards major vascular chamber first, apply anesthetic and inoculation trigger. Once applied pinch wound together if safe to do so, do not tear further, aim device and drag from one end of injury to other while depressing trigger." She seems to be reciting the entire usage from rote. "When injury is fully intact, cease application, restock as necessary, and continue treatment. If necessary contact vessel biologos for further medical analysis."

She stares at Ziss, "Understand Siss-Speaker?"

The Barbed Beret is seated atop a box with a giant + on it, and the words ‘FIRST AID.’

She looks at 86, taps the box, and says, ”Would you trust an Earthling, or half-Earthling, to apply emergency medical attention? I ask this because you require emergency medical attention. I do not need to be wearing my Candy Striper Barbie outfit to see that.”

She turns to Guy Wes, who is probably the second-least interested in Barbie of all humans aboard, and says if the mentioned outfit, ”It is from Canada.”

Narrowing her four eyes at the small automaton she speaks with a harsh bite. "I-I shall be fine Wendy-Red has sustained a worse injury, should she not receive your medical attention first?" It actually had occurred to her that her wound should have clotted long before now. Perhaps it was something in the atmosphere. "All Trezna-nak are trained in application of field triage. I shall defer priority location to you R-Red." Her eyes fell to the slowly growing mess on her armor and she turned to try and find someplace quieter in the ship to tend to her own wounds.

Opening up her own field kit with the nano-suture and scanner she found that the shrapnel from the ship earlier seemed to have nicked a major artery in her large arm and the cold location and chemical composition of Earth was making it difficult for her cells to clot properly. And the recent stresses on it weren't helping things. So with a shaky grasper she held the nano-suture up to the wound that is until Ziss approached her to which she quickly tried to hide the device.

While Shell reboots 86 looks over to the hat-wing. "Siss I am going to move this automaton onto the vessel." She scoops Shell up and begins to move, one arm hanging a bit limper than the other, a large unclotted patch of blood hangs in her fur and on the ground that she had been knelt by. The wound from the false ship shrapnel from Wendy's burst of power still bleeding openly in a brilliant orange. It's a bit hard to read for most, but Ziss, thanks to her time spent with a Treznak, could see that 86 was just putting on a strong face to look good for the group.

Once in the hat-wing and freed of the burden of Shell she thought of using her medical supplies to stop the bleeding. But if Wendy-Red could be shot in her inportant organs and function a mild wound couldn't be that bad. So she instead leans in a way that looks like she's not craddling the quivering limb.

Looking up from the data pad on her smaller wrist she hums something akin to a throaty growl, "I should have known, given your knowledge of things not of this planet. But to know you are a half-breed speaks to the versatility of the Terran genetic makeup. I am sure a Biologos would be giddy to examine you." There was a pause just long enough for her to realize that it was probably unintentionally rude. "Not to worry I am no Biologos, nor would I simply hand you over if they asked, but I'm sure it'd be mostly painless."

The Treznak artificer continues to plod through the data absently trying to make sense of the hairbrained Terran engineering. She made an attempt to reboot Shell in a severely underpowered state so that it wouldn't immediately go about trying to beat the ever living life out of everyone present. Certainly enough to keep whatever biological life inside would continue to survive.

With Wesley gone 86 busies herself with her work, not being able to properly thank the one who shielded her. She looked on at Tumbler and Crimson sharing a bonding moment, or at least what she believe to be the case. Terrans were still alien but at least they had similar rituals of worrying about one's packmember. She calls out to Ziss in the meantime.

"Sis-Speaker come I require your knowledge on this technology, Terran-tech is not the same as Treznian so it is proving a bit difficult to patch into this automaton's systems. "

After being aided by Arcana, 86 looks back to her "Thank you for the assistance. Let's bring them down quickly." It wasn't long after she had said that even that the group had done the job leaving her little time to add anything more to the conflict. While the goons surrendered she quickly gathered up her failure of an anti-weapon device as well as going about to collect as many of the weapons as she could carry, which was quite a lot with magnetic clamps dotting her armor.

Then they were all outside again, she huffed a bit at the lost materials that Wendy simply destroyed which could have been put to use, but that was her prerogative. While they waited 86 moved to the automaton and shuddered at it's terran guise, plugging a pair of prongs into the exposed wiring she runs a diagnostic of the villains systems, including a scan.

tapb: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 5) + 1 = 12
you lose control of yourself or your powers in a terrible way. This could be interesting

As she blocks her face with the armor plate it does very little to actually stop the rubber bullets several of which find their way in the gaps in her armor one even manages to embed itself painfully in the open gash from the shrapnel earlier.

tapb: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5
potential

86 Snarls at Shell even as it falls at the shock but it seems her armor is well insulated against simple shocks as part of her profession and instead the excess power is rerouted to an internal battery of some sort.

Landing hard in the interior of the enemy base or vessel or whatever 86 lets out a hellish roar and lobs a spherical object at the largest gathering of humans.

directly engage: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

But the device sparks and fizzles harmlessly seems the teleportation messed with her gear as well and she curses in Treznian under her breath before shielding her face with a large arm.

double potential woo

Being caught by surprise as Wendy suddenly started wholly regenerating her organs out of nowhere 86 was shocked that she had been alive enough to perform such a feat. Then Wes lost control of her power and caused the false ship to explode while 86 and the still recovering Derby were right next to it. Turning to protect the healing terran in her arms she growled out as several pieces of shrapnel found their way into the gaps of her armor and caused her orange blood to splatter the ground. Distracted by the ringing in her ears and recovering from the concussive shock she barely noticed that Wendy had launched from her graspers and was now floating next to Wes. She stuffed the device she was trying to attach to Wendy into a pouch in her armor and begins charging at Shell in an attempt to splice into the robot's systems and aid Crimson Tide.

DE(Shell): 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7

Hack into Shell's system and take away their superhuman strength. Also storing away the 'Excellent Extra Human Bits' gadget since the MoT made it moot if that's cool with you Brainiac?

86 readies to move in on shell to take advantage of her exposed core that is until Derby flopped next to her against the false ship. All four of her eyes widened and she scrambled towards her quickly deconstructing the very weapon that killed her, to quickly fashion a replacement for the missing bits to at the very least keep Wendy alive.

alien tech: 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4) + 1 + 1 = 11
it works exceptionally well
While 86 was not a biologos, she felt that the parts were sufficient to keep the red and squishy bits in and provide an occilation chamber for the red substance to get oxygenated by the inflation sacks. Her tiny graspers were furiously working to hook tubes into delicate places while she scooped Derby upnin her larger arms to protect the fragile creature.
"Requesting Cover!" She bellowed to the others as she moved Wendy or what was left of her away from the fight.

86 doesn't dash out like Wendy and instead takes better stock of the situation before rushing in. Looking for which of the two targets were more susceptible to her technical expertise.

Assess: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2) + 3 = 8
who here is most vulnerable to me

86 being witness to the entire conversation, the second spawned Wesley and the irrateness of the team overall immediately starts thinking better of Tyr'gal's decision, but this is her duty and she will not let it go unfulfilled. So she marches over to the we's and lays a large paw on both of them.

"I do not understand exactly what happened, but know that I will do what is in my power to aid you. Both. Finding your strange device will be easy once I am able to get my people safe and proper equipment. Altering your systems at your base to scan for energy signitures resembling your own will be cubs play. But for that time to come we need to focus on the duty in front of us at this moment."

comfort and support(the wesleys: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (5, 5) - 1 = 9

"Believe in your pack commander as I have and we shall all find our glory.

86's ears pull back and she issues a short snarl at the explaination, but quickly recovers herself. <"A deserter, rogue, heartless pup... we have many names for them, rare as they might be. To think one would go against our sworn duty to protect the galaxy from the plague."> She shook her head.

<"I cannot fault how you came about this individual, nor will I ask you for further details on them, it would do me no good anyway, there are hunters for those. However I must know how much did they tell you of our plight?">

The alien thinks for a moment her brow creasing, before she puffs her chest out again. "Ah a personal challenge of my skills. To fight and kill is simple, but to fight and incapacitate for later interrogation!" She muses wistfully at the promising aspects of such a task, totally ignorant of why Derby and the gang might actually want to not kill anyone.

<"Since I am to accompany you I do have questions. How is it you know our language strange Siss.>" She shifts from the translator to actual Treznian which seems to fit theisculature of her jaw much better than when she tries to sound out human words naturally.

Wondering about Ziss leaving 86 grunts in response to Wendy, "I make no promises. I will do my best, but if my life and those of my pack are threatened, you understand?" She thinks about an ambush, a tactic that has fallen out of favor unless expecting a truly overwhelming force.

"I can warn the others have them set up defensive measures... though they would be lacking given our current lack of ready materials. I will do my best to assist during this coming battle however. So long as it means the pack is safe, and the command given to you is fulfilled."

The terrans were easy to follow especially with all the yelling suddenly. 86 plods up towards them and gives a quizical look across the entire batch. It was probably for the best that she had been assisting the other Treznak with things and missed the conversation previous.

Two Worlds(hold 2): 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 3 = 8

"What has happened, are the two hunters dealt with? That was efficient, where are the bodies? We must make sure they are handled with care. Despite their intent it would be best to not start diplomatic incidents, and turning them to your local authorities would do well to ensure a stable supply for my own people." As she assessed the situation, she noted that Wendy looked like she was reprimanding Ziss. Ziss looked like a frightened Bigglepup and about to flee, must have been something serious.

"I have also been given orders to aid you for the time being." Her voice remains flat and orderly as if simply belting off a report of orders.

sua eck and nines
<"Well I am glad to see you both relatively unhurt."> She placed a grasper on Nine's large arm reassuringly, >"I must speak with Tyr'gal about my assignment, be well Nines."> if Megan had stayed long enough to witness the transaction, this was about as close to physically comforting as most Treznak got in their company.

Tyr'gal
Standing more rigid after being given orders to accompany the terrans 086-732 had to worry slightly that she had done something to eqrn the pack's ire. Though she did already have a more or less settled relationship with the crew. <"I shall work with them and do my best to establish relations with the local forces to secure our position and resources to aid the repair effort. Before we leave the area I shall see about working with 086-729 and setting up a tight-band communications relay so that we may stay in touch easier."> It was shortly after that that Wendy called her into the ship section, but she waited for dismissal to leave Tyr'gal's side.

After the wendy interview
Stepping from her time with Wendy, 086-732 nods to Tyr'gal, "We shall commence when Wendy-red is ready. For the time being I am going to do what I can to assist here while we are present." She starts towards her batch sibling. "<086-729 I see you are assembling the matter compressor. It seems to be progressing slowly? Do you require a pair of helping paws? We all know Engines are your speciality.">

best of them: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 6) + 2 = 9

Watching the others get their private time upon the periphery of the vessel 86 takes some time to visit with the rest of her packmates stqrting with Sua Eck and Nines. "I am elated to see that you two are safe, i know i said as much before but it really is good. Have things been safe here, the rest of the pack able to manage well since the arrival?"

A little later eith Tyr'Gal
<"Pack commander, it is good the terrans impress you enough that you would assign them a task already. I know that you would have me assist in the repair of the vessel at my best, but I must know how is it that my stasis pod was so far removed from the rest of the vessel?"> She questions in their native tongue before moving on to more delicate matters like what her role with the humans might be, and pressing the concern of acting liason for supplies. Knowing alien relations is outside her ship role she can't help but worry someone else will pass her up for the job.
<"I do not want to assume my first task is to aid 086-729 in the assembly of the matter compressor. Though it does seem the process would be expidited with an experts touch.">

working towards a two worlds but dont think i've properly reconnected and resupplied yet.

86 puffs her chest proudly as the Terrans won their respect with the pack leader. She knew she chose to represent them well, "See pack commander, they can be favorable allies in our cause. Just as I said, and does Wendy-Red not make an excellent commander to her pack?"

She entered the sparring arena and placed a large paw on Wendy's shoulder turning and nudging her towards Tyr'Gal approvingly. Before looking to the others. "Honorable defense of your pack commander Siss. Though I believe she was able to handle herself, it is good to show willingness to aid one's fellow pack member. Sua Eck did not break anything yes?" The Treznak artificer gently gripped Ziss with all four of her limbs and stood her to her feet and began brushing her off doing her best not to rip or scratch anything.
C+S: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (5, 3) - 1 = 7

You know the game, clear condition, mark potential, or shift labels if you open up.

gonna take afraid seems fitting given her worry about the fight and the possible encroaching hellion

86 growls at her wrist scanner, pulling her ears back as she realizes she can't do anything about it right now. She focuses in on the fight an looks around to try and gauge what the thoughts of the rest of her pack are on the situation.
"They will not surrender to threats, you are fighting for honor and to prove your worth. But simply disarming them will do nothing if you do not show your strength."
provoke(wendy)+influence: 2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3) + 3 + 1 = 10
carrot and stick to impress/frighten them

Standing to the side she watches as the group of terrans unleash their strange abilities upon her comrades, knowing that she can't assist either party wothout tarnishing anyone's honor in this contest. She sends out a pinging scan searching for any odd energy signitures in the area to make sure that the other terran and the android weren't somehow encroaching on their position.

unleash(extend): 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 1) + 1 = 4

Thinking on the meaning behind Tyr'Gal's words 86 feels while she could have done it by herself it was still appreciated help. He is also correct that they are the technological superiors in this situation. However given the sore lack of ready supplies she wants to make a more risky play and continue her first stay upon a planet, was she being selfish or just falling to that morbid curiosity that 086 sequences were known for. She can't help but bristle with excitement at the possible opportunities presented before her.

She's not denying that they are better(huzzah for haughty) sup+3 mun-1

"Forgive me for questioning your decision Tyr'Gal. Would it not aid our repair procedure if we made contact with the Terran forces here and requested aid in procuring materials?"
She motions over to the machine being set up in the distance knowing it's the skeleton of a matter converter she also makes the leap that it is 086-729 who is working on it despite it not being his area of expertise. But when in a pinch an engine technician was better than a specialized professional, her fur rustled with pride at the thought of proving she was better than her batch sibling.
"Our converter while able to produce any requisite materials from the simple stone will be taxing upon the star as well as slow. So a line with pre-processed or at least harvested materials." She paused running some theoretical numbers given what she's seen on Earth so far, "That would allow us to reduce our repair time by several long cycles.

Without waiting for him to interrupt she deftly moved to her next point, "Is it not also our duty to protect life from the ancient enemy, they must be warned. And these select few have proven themselves valuable combatants with access to technology and abilities superior to the common breed of the star. I understand you require my knowledge here to make the equipment run smoothly, as I am more specifically trained than 086-729 or many of the other fresh bodies. But I would like to request that I also be allowed to research this star, as it is my first."

Knowing she is no position to make such judgement calls or requests she hopes that at least her prodigal background as a trained albeit young master of artifice will add some credibility to her words and soften the inevitable repercussions of her stepping out of line. After all she is young, wide eyed, and like most yearning to earn a name for herself. Her ears do flatten at Ziss's willingness to just agree to head off and 86 feels a tightness in her thorax.

"I ask that you let them prove they are not as primative as they seem. I believe you want that to be true yourself even."

86 salutes similarly to her pack commander, "I'm glad to see you all are safe pack commander, I located you as quickly as I could with the aid of Wendy-Red and her pack." She sweeps one grasper towards the entourage behind her.

"I would debrief as quickly as I can, but as I warned 099-599 and Sua Eck, there is another Terran and their android companion attempting to capture one of our kind. Likely to sell upon some sort of slave market after interrogating for information on our technology." Assuming he'd offer orders to the others about security she waits until he asks her to continue on with the tale of how she came to be indebted to the group.

"Wendy-Red released me from my cryo-pod, that had been taken by one of the individuals upon this planet and tucked away into a vault of some sort, seeing me as some kind of treasure to covet. While I could have escaped on my own, I do not know if it would have been before they discovered a way to counteract our superior equipment. Wendy-Red and her pack have also shown me some of the ins and outs of surviving on their world during my time here. Given me access to temporary housing and a means to search for you and the rest of our pack. In turn I hope that we can establish connections with their local leaders in order to better secure us supplies to return home and make sure that the plague has no presence in this system." There is a moment of hesitation, "I am sorry if I have overstepped my role. I know that protocol is to await assistance and return, but I was unaware that you all had made it safely and begun the operation to repair the vessel."

ptm: 2d6 + 0 ⇒ (6, 5) + 0 = 11
what are you really planning? what do you want me to do? what do you intend to do with the terrans I brought?

Pondering that suggestion she hummed. "A being of energy with no true form that has simply hidden amongst the populace, it might work."

"Huh. That wasn't as rough as I expected it to be..." Tumbler murmurs, only audible to Megan as they enter the facility. She takes a look around at the scene, not making any verbal judgment for the time-being.

"Hey, quick question for you," Tumbler says to 86. "Does this plague you all keep talking about involve some kind of transformation and that's why you're jumpy about stuff like that?"

86 slows her self brushing and nods speaking low, "It twists and breaks those it infects. Twisting them into unspeakable versions of their previous selves. Large masses feed into a sort of central memory system meaning that it learns as it absorbs more life. That is why it is best to burn it out before it becomes too dangerous. I know that is not the source of your gifts. But best not to raise any suspicions and just claim that Megan is a different species upon your planet until we can broach the subject at better ease."

86 listened to the two, "It appears to be just repairs. There shouldn't be plans for a stay longer than necessary. Repairs as well as assuring the area is cleared of the plague." Towards arcanum she narrows her eyes in thought. "Short shows should not provoke at least in terms of laughter... please do try to contain yourselves. I can only cover missteps so much. And in the case of Megan-tide. I believe your.. form lacking lips will not cause any disruption."

She leans close to Arcanum and Megan thinking now on this, "Also it woupd be wise not to shift your forms further. I know it has to deal with your technology or abilities... however it may spark a fit of panic."

She preens herself making sure she looks more presentable before they continued on, allowing more time for questions.

"This once is all I ask, please watch out for the terran with the weapon and their android companion, they want nothing but our capture." Bowing her head deep to show the back of her neck she walks beyond the two, waiting until they are past the barrier to turn to her companions and address them.

"I owe you sanctuary from that foe at the very least, to repay you for removing me from the grasp of the curator. I have advice which I believe you would consider ground rules. Do not show your fangs to a higher officer, that would be anyone here for you. They might see it as a challenge for their position and while I have very little in way of rank to defend the others will not take it lightly. As Sua Eck said, do not cause disruption, I do not know how delicate the operation is at the moment but you do not want to upset them. We will first have to find pack leader Tyr Gal, or whoever is currently leading the team and I will most likely have to give a debrief of my time here. Stay close and no harm will come to you." She looks over the crew to make sure to answer any questions they might have.

Once the group moves deeper into the Enclave

It seems that the site is quite large and already been worked by the small team of Treznak occupants. Though the mountain top is largely intact there is an obvious impact site on the opposite end of the deep cavern having been caused by their ship impacting in the area and digging into the side of the mountain into what looks like a natural cave system. A gentle snow rains in from the impact site entrance and it can be assumed by the same rippling air that all entrances are being masked by the same advanced cloaking technology. It looks also like some work has been done to patch the impact crater, but such a large wound in the mountain would take more time and manpower to fully repair than they've had available. As such, natural light filters in through the hole and the only other sources of ambient light are those dedicated to specific work areas, on personnel, and presumably inside the ship itself.

In the center of the cave-turned crash-site lay the broken husk of the Treznak frigate, 'Mu'kals Judgement', though the name is written upon the side in now fragmented and alien glyphs the crew seems to have taken great care in stabilizing the important systems with what resources they could salvage. The ship has been largely stripped of armor plating from the battle over Mars and the sequential impact on Earth. What remains is still a menacing looking ship that despite it's non-combat classification is still brimming with broken and battered weaponry namely point defense grids, a spinal that has been cracked in half much like the rest of the vessel and a pair of heavy gauss cannons who's magnetic spools have been demagnetized and mostly melted during the conflict. Needless to say the once proud ship has been heartily defanged.

The rear thruster manifold, while damaged seem to be the most intact aside from the shell housing the reactor and drive cores, and to the luck of Earth itself no serious containment breach has occurred from either as of yet.
It seems the crew is still using the bunks aboard the ship as their sleeping quarters, but has handily set up outside riggings making the beginnings of a repair station. Though barebones it is the start of a self-rescue operation.

Several generator like structures dot the inside of the site, one might surmise they are the cloaking projectors needed to maintain some secrecy about the site. The skeleton of some strange device is set up away from the ship with a large snake of cables pouring from the vessel towards it and another Treznak is busy at building the device, seems similar in pattern and color to 86. There are precious few bodies actively moving outside the vessel. One would think for a ship as large as the entire team base it would have a higher staff count, but it seems only two dozen Treznak are present if even that.

86 will lead the group onward, as close as she is allowed to the current command station, a utilitarian boxed in area with another vine of cables spilling towards it, with two more guards these ones with plasmoid rifles in their graspers. She heads the group standing fully upright with her head held up high, neck exposed, ears dignified in their standing position, eyes kept level, and at a measured pace. Like a proud warrior returning home should in company of friends and family. Even then she seems to be the veritable runt of the pack compared to those that you have seen so far.

86 was about to protest when Wendy-red spoke first, her ears flattened and she instinctively put her tongue to the roof of her mouth as a short groan came forth. "Forgive Wendy-red, she does not know our ways. And while I understand orders to stand. I cannot just leave them to deal with the oncoming threat alone."

She knew it was poor form to speak against the orders of a higher ranking officer and an elder, which both 099-599 and Sua Eck happened to be. But, "My honor debt dictates that I must offer them shelter at least one time to repay my debt. Or else return the aid of life upon the field of battle." She thought to recall the exact code in the lengthy log that stated this information, but knew that they'd know the verse just as well as herself. Perhaps her plea might make an exception this once.

provoke(honor my debt): 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 2) + 2 = 9

86 continues her charge up until the last moment and then slides to a halt rising up to her hind legs as she does so. "Nines! Sua Eck, you are well. Do not harm these Terrans they assisted me in escaping from another as well as finding your position. There is another and an android that are attempting to capture us however. I will debrief the rest of the situation soon. Are the ithers here?" She explains and asks in a flurry and holds her decorum enough to not fling herself at the two. Nine's would be the most likely to take the hug as he towered at almost nine and a half feet tall hunched over as his natural postured allowed, even Sua Eck stood a head taller than 86, clearly they chose these two as guards for their sheer bulk.

unleash: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 3) + 1 = 8

With everyone else moving into action at the sudden burst of energy causing a snowslide, 86 looks to those who are not moving, namely Wes-arcanum, shakes him by the shoulder "Move!"

The behemoth of fur started to run herself but realized Tumbler wouldn't make it and began to veer off before to 86's horror Megan suddenly surged into a new type of being and her mind immediately lept to tales of the infection. It couldn't be that however since Meg had been in full control still. So instead of trying to repay her debt she continue to run clear dropping to all four of her mobile limbs and running like an armored grizzly bear towards safety. One of her manipulating arms clicked at her wrist device causing a small personal shield to hum to life offering her some protection against the coming tide of ice crystals.
one team to Wes, gonna need another to get him up to safety though

gonna take Insecure. 86 doesn't think she can keep her bravado up without her pack

86 curses herself for being caught off-guard, what would the others say if they were here. Berate her for sloppy performance that's what.

She picked herself up and took better stock of the situation and the gear she had on hand. The rifle would likely put a dent in her armor, but she could cause enough distraction to close the distance... probably. A shot from this far would be easy to dodge and with all the UV-light being reflected off the snow her four eyes were honestly struggling to stay focused on such a far target.

The others hadn't given her up yet though so maybe they weren't going to just drop her like a sack of rivet bolts. Her mind did wonder what Megan was saying about a suit, and what that had to do with reproduction.

"Do not think I will go as your prisoner!" She roared out with a fairly deflated ego, especially since she'd just fallen over at the slightest provocation. In fact her voice almost died before it got out of her felinoid-like muzzle. Her hackles faltered as she thought of how everyone must see her now mewling like a natural born cub scared at being pulled away from the teat, what shame she must bring to her lineage.

No move, waiting on the others to act 86 isn't any kind of leader yet.

assess: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4
no saving that no matter how i try lol

86 is caught off guard by the sudden crack of weapon fire and a solid round embedding itself near her feet to the point that she offhandedly stumbles back and nearly falls over in the snow. A threatening snarl emerges from her lips and her mind reels at the audacity of these two fools attempting to bargain with her life. For that of these other people. There was however a bit of doubt in her mind, Wendy-Derby had saved her for her own gain. Tumbler had been less than impressed with her want to work with her immediately and her independence. Would these humans really be willing to risk themselves fighting a foe at a tactical advantage at the risk of their well being?

"I am picking up two additional readings one human and a machine of some sorts? We should go." Without waiting for a response she strode forward through the snow and any drifts that would happen due to her bulk pushing through making a relative pathway for the others to travel in.
Judging the distance she didn't see the need to move at full tilt until given a more promenent reason to, so she kept it to a mild hustle.