Captain A. C. Blood's page

"Myron, a hand here?" Blood rasped out.

Looking around, Blood saw Achooie dangling from the ductwork.
"How the hell did you get tangled up like that?" Said Blood as he ran over to Achooie's position. He tried to help by yanking on a limb to get him free.
Overcome: 4d3 - 8 ⇒ (1, 3, 2, 2) - 8 = 0

Holy smoke, Alaska is fantastic!

On vacation to Alaska for a couple weeks. Bot me as needed!

With great reluctance, Blood eased his flask into his hand, then with a flick of his wrist flung it up a corridor to crash and rattle.
Distracting the soldiers... Deceive: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 1, 3) - 8 + 3 = 5

Then he dropped the duct hosing and lunged out of his hiding place to slap his hand on the emergency fire suppression handle on the bulkhead.
As the ceiling nozzels blast clouds of Halon-Delta obscure the corridor, he rushed over to slap his hand on the scanner and put his eye to the camera.

Do the Aslani corpses have uniforms we could don? Or are they too shot up?

Waiving at everyone to hide, Blood glanced around and his eyes fell on a cluster of construction equipment.
Running over to it, he grabbed a collapsed coil of conduit hose, stepped inside and pulled it up and over him. He then leaned against the wall to look like an HVAC conduit.
Deception: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1, 2, 1) - 8 + 3 = 2

Blood looks at the complex stuff behind the access panel for the moment, then turns to Myron and waives him over.

Blood slipped over to the supplementary access panel and ripped it open.

"...thirty...minutes..." Whispered Blood, horrified.
He lunged forward and ripped his handy comp out of the bomb's port.
"Go. Go! Go!!" He said, pushing and pulling at his companions to get them going out of the room and into the hallway.
Command: 4d3 - 8 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3, 2, 1) - 8 + 2 = 1
Then he ran for the ship.

Blood hurriedly plugged his hand comp into SCIPPIE and sweated out the download.

Turning to the bomb, sweat trickled down the brow of Captain Blood as he approached SCIPPIE.
"Ah, well, Mari sounds like a wonderful ship, and I think we're all agreed we should go down there and talk some sense into that young lady.
"I feel we won't be successful in making your case unless we can safely get by those armored thugs. If you could see your way in sharing the admin protocol codes, we can get right on that!" He wheezed out persuasively.
Persuade: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 3, 1) - 8 + 3 = 4

Blood, breaking out of his paralysis, waived at Achooie to stop.
"Shhhhhh" He whispered, wincing at the pain.

Captain Blood ducked into one of the open doors to the left and hid around the corner, out of sight of a passerby.

Blood sighed and sagged against the wall.
"dammit, he's right. I forgot about the nuke." He whispered aloud.
"we just gotta go with Myron's bluff at the hangar entranceway. just hope we get lucky for a change.
"let's go." He whispered, the led everyone out into the corridor and towards the hangar.
"picked a bad day to run out of liquor." He said, looking sadly at his empty flask.

Blood sighed, then winced at his jaw again.

He motioned to Achooie to stand with him opposite against the wall, flanking the entranceway. And both of them to get ready to intercept Technician Char when he gets here.

Before that, he tossed the plasma gun to Myron, to see if he can get it running.

"Mron," Said Blood, looking at Prophet, "Y sed smpthn 'out Cmm Nod?"

Eyes widening at the news of a nuke in play, Blood quickly agreed with the panicked tech.
"Yefh of corfh." He said.

He made a quick search of the room, looking for a better weapon for himself, as well as something that might be useful dealing with a hostile security bot.
Then, the looked at the screens showing the cavern and the ship again, trying to map out an overview of this place.

Blood struggled to his feet, the pain in his jaw receeding. Still hard to talk though.
He shook his head. Why were we here again? Right, to recover the mysterious ship.
He looked around. Spotting the two techs in the corner, he moved over there to see if they were still alive. Hopefully they could tell us what that Aslan was doing here.

OK, I'm kinda concerned about the broken jaw.
Is that the kind of thing that's going to have me laid up six weeks in a with my jaw wired up; and so effectively out of the game?
Or is there a Niven Autodoc down the corridor that'll fix it in five minutes? I don't have a good sense for the medical tech available.

Blood slumped to the ground, whimpering as the pain of his broken jaw caught up with him.

What can I do about this broken jaw injury?
Medical: 4d3 - 8 + 0 ⇒ (2, 3, 3, 1) - 8 + 0 = 1

Blood crowded forward, depending on his target (the Aslani) being confined between the equipment and unable to dodge effectively.

Shoot: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 2) - 8 + 1 = 4
Aspect=Not Much room for fight'n

Blood just charged up to the Aslani, at point blank where the Aslani can't dodge well due to the difficulty maneuvering among the monitors and tables.
He'll shoot rapid fire.
Shoot: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 3) - 8 + 1 = 4
Aspect: Not Much Room for Fight'n

Horribly embarassed at mistaking Achooie for the Aslan, Blood ran forward to blast away at the Aslan again.

Shoot pulse pistol at Aslani: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1, 2, 3) - 8 + 1 = 2

Shadrick is definately locked out of Paizo somehow. He's trying to get customer service, but might just get a new e-mail to regain access.

Stumbling backward through the doors, Blood is nearly blinded by the pain in his jaw. Seeing the open closet, he had an idea.
Rolling into cover there, he grabbed the most corrosive jug of cleaning solution, turned around and hurled it at the Aslani.
When it reached the Aslan, he used his pulse pistol to blow it open.
Shoot: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (2, 3, 1, 3) - 8 + 1 = 2

Dale's taken the first step to getting some internet service; hopefully we can get him in on this as well. God knows we need the help.

Blood takes the Moderate Consequence (Broken Jaw) which would cover the entire 4 points of damage.
I assume this makes it hard (or impossible) to talk?

Shadrick is having problems logging into Paizo. He might have to create a new account.

Defend (fight): 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (2, 1, 2, 3) - 8 + 1 = 1

Without a femtoseconds hesitation, Blood ducks behind Achooie for cover from the Aslan.
"You got this big guy!" He said.
Defend (shoot)+boost: 4d3 - 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3, 3, 3) - 8 + 1 + 2 = 5 to get out of the line of fire.
Then he popped out on the other side of Achooie to fire at the Aslan again with his pulse pistol.
Shoot: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (2, 1, 1, 3) - 8 + 1 = 0

Despite the growing urgency to get the "egg" slurry off his body, the moment had come to act and maybe save themselves and the researchers.
"Well, didn't I say?" He said, pulling his pulse pistol up and firing into the aslani.

Shoot: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1, 1, 1) - 8 + 1 = -3 Or maybe his own foot.

Anticipating a need for hard cover, he quickly glanced about for appropriate places.
Notice: 4d3 - 8 + 0 ⇒ (3, 1, 2, 1) - 8 + 0 = -1

Blood, feeling relieved at not having to deal with the wrong end of a plasgun, relaxed somewhat.
He still didn't know what was being spoken though, and he felt a bit of a time crunch.
"So I can leave this to you Myron? I feel the need to bathe in the industrial solvent back in the closet down the hall." Blood muttered quietly.

Alarmed, Blood shouldered his way through the door and shouted "NOBODY MOVE OR THE GORMELITE GETS IT!" while waiving his pulse pistol around.
Hopefully that'll confuse things inside. What do I see?
Decieve: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 1, 1) - 8 + 3 = 2

He paused, and with a perfectly even tone asked, "Prophet? Myron. Why did you say... 'eggs'?"

At the intersection, Blood briefly looked at the utility closet and wondered if he should use the cleaning solutions on the muck coating his.
Nah, he thought, I'll just wait until I can find the fresher unit.
Quickly deciding, he turned towards the corridor marked "Command".
At the door there, he listened for whatever might be making noise.
Notice: 4d3 - 8 + 0 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 1) - 8 + 0 = 2

"Gah!" Blood swore when Achooies blaster blew the thing off his head. Standing up again he tried to scrape the gelatinous remains off the back of his head and back.
He glared at Achooie.
"Cut that kinda close didn't ya?" He gritted out.

Game over, Man!

Blood reached over and patted Myron on the back, coincidentally leaving the bulk of the gelatinous remains on his back.

Achooie; was it with your little pulse pistol, or that heavy blaster you picked up earlier? Since I'm downrange, I have concerns..."

Blood tried to dodge and roll away from the critter's attack and fired back at it.
Defend (Fight): 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 2) - 8 + 1 = 3
Shoot: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1, 3, 1) - 8 + 1 = 1

"Does ANYONE know what the hell this thing is?" Blood shouted, still pinning the thing.
If he has a chance, he'll pull out his comm unit and take a photo of the creature one handed.
If it squirms free, or attacks him successfully, he'll put three shots into it with his little pulse pistol.
Fight: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1, 2, 2) - 8 + 1 = -1
He will otherwise hold it pinned for the others to see.

Blood staggered back from the doorway, shouting (muffled) for help from his trusty crew. He tried to wedge his gun up in front of his face to fend off the creature.
Defend (Fight): 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (3, 2, 3, 3) - 8 + 1 = 4

Blood backed out of the Commissary and shut the door.
He went across the hallway to the door marked "Storage B", listened for movement and opened the door.
Notice: 4d3 - 8 + 0 ⇒ (2, 3, 1, 3) - 8 + 0 = 1

Assuming the others were following, Blood looked around at the doors, then listened at the "Commisary" door before easing it open.
Notice: 4d3 - 8 + 0 ⇒ (2, 2, 1, 1) - 8 + 0 = -2

Blood waived his crew forward. Cautiously, he advanced into the northern blaster scarred corridor.
Notice: 4d3 - 8 + 0 ⇒ (2, 1, 1, 3) - 8 + 0 = -1

Giving the victims a cautious once over, Blood whispered "Lords of Light, heavy blasters and ...some kind of concussion thing. I'm feeling way under armed now." He looked at his pistol with some regret.
He looked over the racks briefly, looking for something useful, before sidling up to the doorway to the west.
Notice: 4d3 - 8 + 0 ⇒ (3, 3, 1, 3) - 8 + 0 = 2
He listened briefly before rolling through, gun pointing all around.
Notice: 4d3 - 8 + 0 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 2) - 8 + 0 = -1

Laying on the floor and gasping for breath, Blood mumbled; "I need a drink."
Pulling out his flask, he stared at the mangled and perforated container with a deep sense of betrayal. How had that happened anyway? So much had happened, he couldn't remember.
He rolled over to start to get up and was face to face with a corpse.
He scrambled back with an oath until his back hit a bulkhead.
Pulling his holdout pulse pistol he scanned the area for threats.
"Get up. Get up!" He hissed, kicking at his companions. "Dead bodies!"
Notice: 4d3 - 8 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 1) - 8 = -2

Planetary Survival: 4d3 - 8 ⇒ (2, 2, 1, 2) - 8 = -1

"Dammit it's locked!" Blood gasped, sweat beading on his forehead as he gasped for more air that was present.
He reached over to open the side panel and try to trigger the opening mechanism that way.
Security Systems: 4d3 - 8 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 3) - 8 = 0
"Prophet! You know security systems! Get us in there quick!" He gasped out, feeling the onset of flashbacks.

Warning beeps in his ears, Blood pointed towards the nearest hut.
"The huts! They're the only chance we have!" He said through comms before hustling over to them.
He looked for an entranceway or airlock.

Frantically, Blood tried to think of a way out of a minefield...
He grabbed at the large furry one.
"Achooie. ACHOOIE! How do we get out of a minefield?!" He whisper/shouted to his companion.

"Keep a weather eye out boys, there were other ships landed around here somewhere..." Blood said, doing as well as saying as they trudged towards the distant dome.

Notice: 4d3 - 8 + 0 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 2) - 8 + 0 = -1

Blood pulled out his Radio Shack datapad and tried to look for a moving map app or passive sensors.

Blood grabbed his equipment pack and hit the latch to open the airlock.
"Come on boys! Time to get us a ship." He said on his comlink.