Lors is happy to crew the guns - I love the idea of Steve coming with the ship!
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That sounds like a really cool hook for a campaign, Shade, but I'm a little concerned that in an AP it's a hook that might not lead to the rest of the story we'll be playing...
I'm planning on having Lors be more of a 'freelance sheriff' bounty hunter than a 'scum and villainy' bounty hunter for what it's worth (Vacillating between writing LN or LG for alignment, but the real answer is somewhere in that spectrum anyways). As a Shobhad, Lors is also from the red sands of Akiton, but I'm envisioning her having left a while ago, so while I'm certainly open to backstory crossovers with Antenor or Valen's lawman, well, it's a big planet, it's not thaaat odd if we didn't cross paths.
Currently planning on running Lors Lorcas: a Shobhad Bombard Soldier. She's a bounty hunter as well, though she's not famous for it like Haro. Possibly we've worked some jobs together in the past, but Haro ended up getting all the credit?
Not a lot for me to have filled out yet, but Poblano if you could sign off on this when you get a chance that'd be great! https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B4RET2gg69K5MXg1M2daMWFGdFE
Whaaaaaaaat
Thanks for running!
Obozaya gives a lazy grin, Well now you know who to call when you've got the creds.
Player: Cwethan
Obozaya quickly checks her pouches, Anyone have anything that can tie up an Ettin? and moves towards the southeast to examine the hum.
Obozaya struggles from within the goop, freeing herself as she watches the ettin warily.
Agggghhhh.
Obozaya roars in rage and hurls aside her rifle, snatching her favorite weapon from her back, she hews into the great beast with the ember flames of her doshko!
Obozaya lands with a dull thud, drawing her rifle as she goes. If you flush 'em out, I'll put 'em down. Readied Shot for any hostiles with weapons drawn:
Look, four-arms. 'Down' is almost always going to be an oppositional concept. Can't have down without up after all. You gotta pick a glyph that looks like it wants to bite something's face off.
Hey Lashling, you've got some kinda translator spell, right?
Maybe try 5731170?
With a clunk and gurgle Obozaya slings her flamethrower across her back and follows Raia.
Obozaya looks incredibly satisfied. Very well. I claim your tribe by right of conquest! Where is your old chief?
Obozaya chuckles (a bit more nervously than she'd like), Why would I only take on one of you?! She hauls out her flamethrower and goes to town!
Aagggh! Bloody Goblings! Obozaya rushes forward, hunting out the goblins by the flashes of their lasers and her own dim light.
Goblins see in the dark anyways four-arms. Least this way they don't get the drop on us.
Obozaya fishes out her comm to use as a light.
One a piece so far, Four-Arms. Loser has to pick up the next round! Secret Shooting:
Huh huh huh Obozaya chuffs out deep percussive laughter. Honor comes from victory. Just 'cause they were stupid enough to run light on range, doesn't mean we should oblige them. The mighty vesk opens up on Alpha
Quit your yapping, manling. I've got this.
Ha! That's one!
Obozaya is smiling with glee as the Blue Junker is right in front of her with no shields. The honor of dealing a quick death will be welcoming this Vesk soon she swoons over.
Quit movin' us around so much, 'droid! Can't hardly shoot straight like this!
Facepalm. Yes, all those things you said.
Obozaya chuckles to herself as she lines up the Light Particle Beam turret on the blue one.
Beams don't just come from nowhere, and if it's somewhere, I can shoot it. We'll get through fine.
Goblins, huh. They can make for a good scrap. C'mon Quig, your lady-friend's tool kit awaits!
Obozaya stares blankly at Navaso. Thanks, that'll really help when I'm adding their family tree to my scrapbook.
Obozaya grunts at Livewire's request. Seems simple enough to me. Let's get some soap.
Obozaya grins, Hnh, sneaky little ratling.
I once had to live for a week only eating the steadily rotting corpse of some fused-together Eoxian nightmare. This isn't that bad.
I once had to live for a week only eating the steadily rotting corpse of some fused-together Eoxian nightmare. This isn't that bad.
Obozaya indulges in some grey mush. Not bad.
Obozaya divests herself of her weapons and prepares to board.
Don't like having to give up my weapons. Probably not an ambush. I can always rip their throats out with my teeth. Was that last part out loud?
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I'm with Altronus regarding the plan. You manlings have pretty words though, you'll figure it out.
Good idea, all I can transmit from here are particle beams.
Obozaya isn't in the habit of drinking to excess, especially while she's on the job, but she knows there's more to this world than what you can see straight out. Traditions do mean something, even if she doesn't always stick to them. Alright kids, a toast to the victories to come, and to The New Dawn. Once everyone's gotten a swig (except maybe Iseph), she passes the bottle over to Navaso for the last part. Smash the damn bottle, manling. Time to go.
Sure, sure, talk all you like, manling. Just get out of the way of that particle beam turret!
Makes sense, anything that could prove to be nothing's a good target for mercs. What do you know about this prisoner?
Obozaya does her level best to blink at that description. A... Vicarious? Lashunta? She shakes her head, Work, at any rate.
Obozaya looks levelly at the Android, Iseph... Iseph... Are you the 'droid who left those Corpse Fleet rotters stranded in an asteroid field? Pretty fancy flying the way I heard it told.
Victory brings me today, Captain. I am Obozaya, Former Left Claw of the Mistweavers, but ever since they caught the bad end of a particularly nasty Necrovite I've been earning my credits as a solo act.
No joy here either :/
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