Pon perkily strolls along with the crate(s) he was assigned. An expression void of thought sprawled on his face.
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Pon gives a sloppy Azlanti salute and then winces as he touches his head.
Pon follows along with a dumb smile.
Pon cheerily follows along with a dumbs smile lasted on his face. The smile with the head bandage does not give off the utmost confidence in his effectuality.
Pon, in his azlanti outfit and black hair with a widows peak, strolls down jovially after Prosper. With a bandage still around his head he looks bleary eyed at the guards, "Yes, yes. The 'help' will help."
Pon gives a slightly wonky salute before following Prosper and standing to the side.
Pon claps his hands excitedly as he walks onto the Relic. "Field trip!"
Pon crumples his nose at the room while he looks around. Having seemingly spotted his desired seat, he sits at the same table as Prosper with a contented expression. "Important," he mutters to himself happily.
Pon continues to clap his hands enthusiastically, "Party!"
Pon claps his hands enthusiastically, "Party!"
Pon follows Spec's ushering while muttering things like "I have a pistol." and "I'm very important.".
"Why!.." Pon begins while looking down, but not in Spec's direction. "I'm important and things and stuff!" He then turns toward Spec, seemingly having a significantly slow reaction time. "Quit flapping around so much and act more like a real person! Because..." He pauses for an unexpectedly long time, as if forgetting what he as saying, and then continues enthusiastically, "...dinner! And keep me away from those skeevy pipes! They'll be the death of my....hurt!" Pon pulls out his pistol and waves it about. "I can shoot!"
Pon having absently changed his appearance to a light-skinned human with black hair with a widow's peak on the way over. Also sporting a very noticeable head wrap/bandage, he waves at the crew of the Relic, "Hello."
Pon returns with, "Whatever you can spare. We will be heading into Aslant space to rescue Cedona."
Pon accesses the computers as well, scanning the debris for anything of use.
Gunnery:
gunnery:
Pon finally places the head-covering helmet, the last piece. "You delude yourself if you believe that all can be saved," Pon's voice expels from the helmet with an electronic filter. Despite the helmet filter there is a clear hint of bitterness. "I will relish the day that my talents are no longer needed. I do not get pleasure. But I will not weep for those I kill. I do not have the time to. You should resolve yourselves as well. For if you plan to continue on this path to Cedona, you will undoubtedly be killing more Azlanti." Pon begins checking his weapons for readiness, "It sounds as if we will be going into the thick of them. If you hesitate and are compromised, I won't hesitate to do what is needed to succeed. Even if that means I leave you behind or even kill you myself. This has stopped being a vacation." He then follows after Prosper to address the cadets. He stands imposingly as Prosper addresses the cadets.
Pon merely shrugs again as he continues to put the armor on. The energy and passion that once displayed on his face many hours ago seems to have left. What remains is just indifference.
"I'm not specifically opposed to trying to bargain with the Azlanti. I merely doubt that they would care about four cadets. I mean, they enslave whole planets and discriminate with the best of them. None of that screams 'I will coddle failures amongst our own'. But, you do what you want," Pon shrugs and begins putting on the new Azlanti armor.
Pon helps root through the downed Azlanti, giving particular attention to the Lieutenant's armor.
Pon stomps on the cadets booted foot and brings his knife in a thrust up toward the cadet's neck.
Pon brings his knife hand above his head to bring it down in an arc on the cadet, only for his knife hand to be empty when he brings it down. Suddenly his other hand swings across from behind his back with the knife to gash at the cadet's abdomen.
Pon fires once more at red.
He then drops the rifle and draws his own survival knife.
Pon takes a step back and fires at the cadet attacking him.
Pon dutifully follows.
Pon facepalms when he hears of the traps being disabled. After a sigh he sends a message over to everyone's comms,
Pon looks scans the rest of the room for anything of use. "My guess, if they're not here, probably the bridge," Pon responds to Dalinar."That is where the other important information would be. I'll hap a glance in the next area." Pon then opens the door, steps into the hallway and looks around.
Not getting caught up in the hooligandry that the audio for this fight has become, Pon quickly fires another round at the head of the robot, hoping that the processor is there.
Pon takes a step out of the doorway, levels his rifle and fires.
Hmm..curious.. Pon steps inside the door, giving the room a thorough scan.
Pon aims at the one directly in front of him, and fires.
Pon turns on the flashlight that is on his armor.
Pon, with trained efficiency raises his rifle to his shoulder, aims at the one directly in front of him, and fires.
At Prosper's interruption, Pon steps to the side and stands at attention.
Pon quickly moves over to the terminal, pulling out his datapad and some cords as he goes. He plugs in to the terminal and initiates his hacking program.
Pon feel the full brunt of the shock through his suit and it takes him to a knee. Not to be too phased he aims and fires at his attacker.
Pon approaches the site with practiced efficiency. Rifle at the ready, he spots the worm and fires.
Pon will continue to the crash site.
Pon gets caught in the vines finagled by the Azlanti. He quickly draws his survival knife and slashes the key pieces holding them and rams the Azlnati.
Thanks for botting. It is important to keep things moving.
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