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Fionne grins as she listens to DD's explanation. "YOU TOOK SOME MAD NOTES DESHA!" She sobers up some as she says "BUT THOSE MENTRASI... THEY GOT SCREWED OVER WORSE THAN ANYONE. JINSULS START OFF BY HELPIN' 'EM, ONLY TO TRAP THEM FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG, AND THEN WHEN THEY FINALLY GET SOME GOOD OLD FASHIONED FREEDOM-" She cuts a flat hand across her neck "A TEAR SHOWS UP TO HURT 'EM BAD." "I SAY WE GO TEACH THOSE JINSULS A LESSON. AND MAYBE THAT KADRICAL TOO." She thrusts a balled fist forward, then returns it to rest on her hip. "AND DHURUS TOO." "BIG-J YOU JUST GIMME A RING IF YOU NEED SOME ROAST JINSUL, 'AIGHT?" ---
Yeah, rad game all! This scenario was sweet, especially with all the revelations around the Scoured Stars and what happened there. And the final boss encounter was a super cool design despite Fionne rolling awfully against it (and really not being well suited to fighting it anyhow). Fun playing with you guys. Hope my Fionne roleplaying has helped spread the joys of reckless enthusiasm and excessive explosions to all~ As for 1-06, Unfortunately I've already played that one.
Fionne gives the chambers a good search, just in case Iteration-177's just a fastidious tidier. The alternative is that they all dreamed his presence, which seems like a weird situation to be in.
She checks her pockets for the very useless ghostkilling pistol, just in case that was imagined as well. Would explain why it couldn't hit the broad side of a yarulk.
"THAT WORKED?" Fionne looks around wildly, half expecting a tidal wave of spirits to wash in and take out the weakened party. When they don't she gives a start "WAIT, I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING FROM SPEAKER! I THINK IT MANAGED TO PASS ON. YOU GUYS NAILED IT!" She grins at the rest of the party. With everyone up (if injured), she trots over to T-eddy and looks over the sorry mess he was left in. "FUR'S SHOT. AGAIN. NOTHING A BIT OF SPITSHINE CAN'T FIX, EH FELLA?" She sets about fixing T-eddy up enough to make him mobile again.
Considering her options, Fionne figures they'll need to focus on the more injured foes if they want to have any chance of getting out alive. She drops her cannon and leaps back from the two earth elementals while drawing her ghostkilling pistol.
If she's still up, she tumbles around Omenseeker and brings the pistol to bear against the greenest of the mentrasi spirits. "ALRIGHT YOU HALF-RATE PEASHOOTER, GIMME EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!"
Fionne winces at the acidic spirit, then spins around to gaze balefully at it. "HEY, WE'RE TRYIN' TO HELP YOU HERE! STOP TRYIN' TO KILL US." She backs away from the spirit, aiming her cannon to the north instead. "LEAVE US ALONE FOR TWELVE GOSH DARN SECONDS, 'AIGHT?" She fires a blast that covers both of the northern spirits.
At Marcus' pronouncement, Fionne calls out "YEAH MARCUS, SHOW THAT BIG ROCK WHO'S BOSS. OH AND THE LITTLE ROCK TOO!"
She buckles slightly under the spirit's attack, but grits her teeth and trots forwards some more to get a clearer look at the menhir. With the spirit-earth elemental out, she reasons two targets is better than one and she fires another overcharged blast from her cannon.
Fionne starts to wonder if Speaker is intentionally messing up her aim. Surely no. It seems a fine fella. But...
"SO, SPEAKER - IF WE DESTROY THAT MENHIR, YOUR PEOPLE ARE GONNA BE FREE, RIGHT?" Fionne speaks over comms, knowing that the spirit possessing her can definitely hear her. She dashes forward, drawing her tactical energy converter as she does. T-eddy follows on her heels, taking wobbling steps due to the pile of gear and Mentrasi-merch he's holding in his hands. She levels her cannon at menhir and ghost alike. "WELL, CAN'T HURT TO TRY. I WONDER HOW THAT BIG ROCK HANDLES BEIN' FROSTED?" She sends an overcharged blast at the thing!
"HMMMMMM... YOU KNEW TO BRING ALONG SOME GHOST KILLIN' GEAR, ITERATION. HOW IN THE HELLS'D YOU KNOW THIS'D BE HERE BEFORE EVEN WE DID?" Fionne looks unhappily at the gear as she thinks about the disparity between their respective briefings. She picks up the items and passes them around. "I'D DO FINE WITH THE PISTOL IF NO ONE ELSE WANTS IT."
"WELL... WE DID PROMISE WE WOULD HELP FREE THESE MENTRASI FELLAS. SOUNDS LIKE WE WANT THE SAME THING." Fionne is a little skeptical of this Iteration-177. He sounds a lot like some of the fast-talking corp guys that came to her town on Akiton when she was still little. They always had ulterior motives. Always. "AND HEY, I AIN'T GONNA SAY NO TO ANY WEAPONS. HOPE YOU DON'T EXPECT THEM BACK!" Fionne heads for the null-space chamber and dumps out its contents for inspection.
HUH? YOU KNOW THIS GUY, SPEAKER? Fionne raises an eyebrow at the android's bizarre attitude and speaks out loud "WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT? ALL THE SPIRITS HERE ARE AWFUL NICE. AND ANYWAY, AIN'T NO SPIRIT THAT COULD PULL YOU APART ALL SAFELY LIKE THAT." She clomps over to grab his body parts and return them to his torso. "SO WHAT DISASSEMBLED YOU?"
Despite their mundane appearance, as tokens from an extinct race, these would be considered relics and are likely quite valuable to the right collector.
Fionne nods to Desha's conclusions as she wanders through the gift shop, picking up plush mentrasi by the armful, along with ship replicas and crystal-based bling. She piles her spoils into T-eddy's hands as the killer teddy bear stands their stoically. "I'M GONNA BET BIG-J NEVER GOT PAST THAT WALL WITH THE HIDDEN DOOR. THE SOCIETY WOULD'VE BEEN ALL OVER THIS PLACE IF HE BROUGHT NEWS OF THIS BACK. AND ABADARCORP WOULD'VE BEEN SELLING THESE LITTLE GUYS BACK ON A-STATION IN NO TIME. THOSE MONEY GRUBBIN' BASTARDS." She waves a mentrasi plush. At Desha's full analysis of events, Fionne says "I THINK YOU'VE NAILED IT. BASED ON HOW THE SPEAKER'S FEELING, THESE MENTRASI FELLAS DIDN'T HATE KADRICAL MUCH, BUT DHURUS WAS AWFUL. HE PROBABLY DIDN'T WANT THEM DOING ANYTHING BUT SERVING HIM. MAYBE HE SENT THE TEARS OUT TO LURE PEOPLE BACK TO THE SCOURED STARS TO GET TRAPPED WITH HIM AGAIN?" "THE IZALGUUNS WERE RIGHT CLEVER. WHEN A TEAR CHASED THEM TO ICEFRONT, THEY PACKED IT UP AND SHIPPED IT TO A MOON SO IT WOULDN'T CAUSE THEM TROUBLE. GOOD THING THEY DID, HUH? I DUNNO IF THE MOON HAD ANY PROBLEMS THOUGH."
"OH, THE MENTRASI SPEAKER DOESN'T LIKE THAT DHURUS GUY ONE BIT. POOR LITTLE SPIRIT'S SCARED AS HELL JUST HEARIN' HIS NAME." Fionne steps from exhibit to exhibit and does her best to translate the words and the Speaker's impressions - injecting some of her own interpretations freely when she doesn't get what her possessor is talking about. "OH YEAH, JINSULS. I HEARD ABOUT THOSE FELLAS. LOOKS LIKE THEY WERE REAL BUSY MESSIN' WITH THE MENTRASI TOO. OH..." She points at all the races worshipping and serving some mysterious divinity. "NOW THAT'S SOME SERIOUS TROUBLE. YOU GUYS SEE THE SIX LEGGED ALIENS THERE? I MET THEM ON ICEFRONT. REAL NICE FOLKS, BUT THEY SAID THEY'D FLED FROM THE SCOURED STARS SYSTEM. I'M GONNA GUESS IT'S BECAUSE THIS GOD-ISH THING WAS TREATIN' THEM LIKE TRASH." "OH YEAH, THE IZALGUUN HAD THE SAME ISSUE. THEY HAD PLENTY OF REAL NICE TECH, BUT THAT SHIELD THING WOULDN'T LET THEM LEAVE. POOR GUYS."
Fionne waves to the ephemeral Mentrasi figure in the gold mask. "HEY IF YOU'RE HIDIN', WE DON'T MEAN NO HARM. COME ON OUT." Mentally, she probes her own visitor with a LOOK FAMILIAR AT ALL? to check if the Speaker could help them with this second Mentrasi. When the password protected computer turns on, she peers at the unknown text for a bit before mentally asking THINK YOU COULD TRANSLATE IT FOR US? IT MIGHT HELP MY FOLKS HERE WITH THEIR PUZZLING OUT WHAT HAPPENED. Then, while the others tackle hacking the computers and magical elements of the museum, Fionne sweeps the area for anything interesting or any hidden hazards.
Fionne cocks her head to the side as the Speaker falls silent. When that doesn't prompt it to talk, she shrugs. Seems like it might not remember that much about the Mentrasi past. She steps out of the library and looks down the ancient town's streets. "HOW 'BOUT WE TRY THE MUSEUM? WE'VE HIT SOMETHING REAL BIG HERE, AND BIG-J's GONNA WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. OH, AND LOOK OUT FOR IF THERE'S ANY SIGNS FOR A GUILD OF MAGES. I'VE GOT 50 CREDS ON THEM BEING BEHIND THIS LINGERING SPIRIT THING."
"HEY, CHECK OUT THE JOURNAL SOME OF THE LOCALS LEFT BEHIND." She steps aside to let the others view the output on the datapad. When Marcus comments on libraries, she lets out a snort. "WHAT, ALL THE STUFF ON THE INFOSPHERE TOO EASY TO ACCESS AND COMPREHENSIVE FOR YOU MARCUS? AIN'T NO NEED FOR BOOKS IN TODAY'S WORLD. EVEN THESE MENTRASI GUYS KNOW THAT! ALL THEIR STUFFS ON TERMINALS AND DATAPADS." While the others check out the journal, she mentally contacts the Speaker. SO YOU GUYS WERE THE MENTRASI? SEEMS LIKE YA'LL HAD A HELL OF A TIME ONCE THE ARTIFACT STOPPED BY AT YOUR MOON. CATACLYSMS AND ALL THAT. DID YOUR GUILD OF MAGES DO THIS CRAZY THING TO YOU? OH, AND DO YOU REMEMBER WHO THIS KADRICAL THING IS?
WELL, IF YOU DON'T WANNA BE FORGOTTEN YOU GOTTA HAVE A NAME. HOW ABOUT... XAHAREX? KING OF YOUR TOWN? Fionne busies herself while Speck takes a crack at the terminal. She gathers up the various datapads and goes through them one by one - attaching some of her spare batteries to them to see if they can be resuscitated.
HEY, THANKS SPIRIT! WHAT DO YA WANNA BE CALLED ANYWAY? Fionne maintains her mental conversation with the possessor, and adds out loud "I DON'T KNOW 'BOUT YA'LL, BUT THIS SPIRIT AND THE OTHERS ARE PROBABLY HANGIN AROUND STILL FOR A REASON. YOU LOT THINK WE CAN HELP 'EM?" "LIBRARY SOUNDS DULL AS HELL. BUUUT, I GUESS IT CAN'T HURT TO CHECK IT."
Fionne flexes her hand, then grins when she can hear the spirit talking. She thinks towards it. HEY NICE! HOW'RE YOU DOIN', SPIRIT FELLA? WE'RE ALL TRYIN' TO WORK OUT WHAT ALL HAPPENED HERE IN THE PAST - WE'D BE PLEASED AS PUNCH IF YOU COULD HELP US!~" Out loud she adds "THAT FELLA'S HANGIN OUT IN HERE FOR NOW. FINGERS CROSSED I DON'T GET POSSESSED AND KILL ALL YA'LL. HA!" As she speaks, she points out the various lines of words and traces out the secret entryway on the wall. "I RECKON THIS IS OUR WAY FORWARDS."
Fionne scowls at the two totally rude blokes. "WHAT, YOU THINK I'M SOME KINDA IDIOT? WE'VE GOT SUIT COMMS, AIN'T NOTHING GONNA HAPPEN BOYS." she shout-whispers into the comms. Once the group gets to the smooth stone wall, Fionne waits with arms crossed. The peace-radiating gossamer apparition earns "HEY THERE, FELLA. WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT?" from her. Whisper-shouted, of course.
At Speck's summary, Fionne shrugs "HUH? KADBURY? SOUNDS LIKE A CANDY COMPANY. THOUGH, I SURE AS HECK WOULDN'T MIND A GOD THAT DECIDED THEIR GIMMICK WOULD BE GETTIN' CHOCOLATE INTO OUR HANDS." She hands the planar runeplates off to whoever feels like they're willing to take the risk of displeasing the chocolate god by wearing their exclusive branded gear.
Fionne leans back and looks up at the ceiling, then down to the crack in the wall. "10 CREDITS SAYS THIS BIT WASN'T HERE WHEN BIG-J STOPPED BY TO PICK HIS TEAR UP." She stabs a thumb in the direction of the crack. Before continuing, she also steps over to the altar and peers into the depression. "THINK HE FOUND IT SITTIN' RIGHT HERE?"
She also heads a little into the crack to retrieve the runeplates and the holy symbol, though she keeps her eyes and ears open for signs of the humanoid they've been following (and any more haunted elementals).
She holds the holy symbol up for those who know anything about religion to comment on.
Fionne takes one of the beacons and turns it on before putting it in T-eddy's hands to hold. "I WONDER WHY BIG-J LEFT ALL THESE GOODIES BEHIND? THIS STUFF IS SWEET! HE EVEN LEFT US A LASER DRILL!" She picks up the laser drill, passes the advanced medkit to someone with medical knowledge, and gives someone else the other beacon.
Once the gear is distributed, Fionne looks out into the various tunnels leading from the camp site. "HEY, ANY OF YOU FOLKS KNOW WHERE WE'RE SUPPOSED TO GO?"
As soon as the second elemental falls, Fionne holds her cannon up over her shoulder and starts inspecting her overheating teddy bear. "SURE, BREAK TIME! IT'LL GIMME A MOMENT TO FIGURE OUT WHY T-EDDY'S HEAT SINKS AREN'T FIRING." She sets the cannon down and open up a hidden backplate on T-eddy, exposing a tangled mess of mismatched components and improvised wiring. "HUH... LOOKS... OK..." She spends her ten minutes inspecting T-eddy's electronics before giving a frustrated stomp of her foot. "HECKIN' PLACE'S PROBABLY DOING SOME SPOOKY S&~+. AIN'T NO OTHER EXPLANATION." She spends a moment to replace the battery in his integrated cannon, then steps back to stand with her hands on her hips. "YOU GUYS READY?" While the rest of the group finishes their rest, Fionne inspects the crates that Jadnura's expedition left behind, just in case there's any interesting gear in there.
Fionne spins around, overcharging her energy converter once more as she aims to deliver a burst of cold right on top of the red elemental.
Even with her teammates obscuring her target, her new cannon has no problem delivering a blast of cold right where she wants it. As it takes effect, she calls out "HEY MAYBE THIS ISN'T A HALF-RATE PIECE OF JUNK AFTER ALL?" She leans over to tinker for a moment with T-eddy's cooling systems...
"BREAK IT TO PIECES? WELL I LEFT ALL MY GOOD MININ' EXPLOSIVES AT HOME. WE GONNA HAVE TA DO SOME OLD FASHIONED FROST-BASED EXORCISM ON THESE LUMPS!" Fionne calls out as she cycles her icy cannon through its arming cycle. Mid way through, she glances over at T-eddy. "HEY, GIVE 'EM A LITTLE MORE OOMPH THIS TIME, RIGHT?" She lines up another shot and freezes the air around the blue elemental once more.
Fionne draws her energy converter off her back. "HAUNTED ROCK PILES? BIG-J DIDN'T MENTION THESE GUYS." She shrugs, pulls a lever and flicks a series of switches on the boxy device. The weapon begins charging up. With the weapon propped against the ground, she rummages through her pack and pulls out a device that appears to be little more than duct tape and salvaged antennae from the space battle earlier. She slots the improvised device into a port on her weapon. She levels the weapon at the blue elemental. "WELL, LETS SEE IF THEY LIKE EATING ICE! HAHAHAHA!"
She pulls the trigger and an area around the elemental becomes icy cold. The humid, CO2-rich air condensing into a freezing mist before collapsing to carpet the ground. Fionne clicks her tongue in irritation. "WOW, THAT'S WAY MORE BORING THAN I THOUGHT. NEVER BORROWING ONE OF THESE AGAIN."
Fionne seals up her armor and takes her tactical energy converter from T-eddy and straps it to the brace on her back. The weapon's muzzle extends over her head and the handle goes down to her ankles, but she somehow seems comfortable with the huge additional weight. With the size of her cannon, its suddenly clear why she needs the heels. If she didn't have them, the gun would drag on the ground behind her.
She speaks loudly over suit comms, forcing most of you to adjust the volume down to something reasonable. "NICE TRACKS. THEY LOOK AN AWFUL LOT LIKE THEY WERE LEFT BY SOMEONE WHO KNEW WHERE THEY WERE GOING. PURPOSEFUL STRIDE, THAT KINDA THING. NOT THE KINDA TRACKS A STARFINDER EXPLORATORY CREW WOULD LEAVE." She steps outside and crouches next to the tracks. "ANYONE ELSE THINKIN' THIS MIGHT BE SOMEONE WHO CAME AFTER BIG J WAS DONE?"
Fionne surprisingly starts nerding out when she sees all the wreckage from the two warring factions. Once the group retrieves some of the pieces, she works together with T-eddy to examine the burn marks and other damage to try to uncover what weapons were used by each side. She's still engrossed 14 days later (though by this point she's deep into recreating small scale versions of the weapons used in the conflict - and testing them on the interior surfaces of the Pegasus), so she looks up at the viewscreen with the moon with surprise. "HEY! WE'RE HERE ALREADY. ANYONE ABLE TO WORK OUT WHAT'S GOIN' ON DOWN THERE?"
Fionne gives 'Big-J' a lazy salute and hops to her feet. She's pretty happy to be on her way, but the lack of dangerous local fauna has put a bit of a damper on her enthusiasm. What little enthusiasm she has takes a further nosedive when she sees their ship. "WHY'D YA DO THIS TO US, BIG-J?" The grumpiness in her voice is clear as day. "I THINK THE BIG GUY WANTS US TO DIE OUT THERE. THOSE JINSUL SHIPS TEAR PEGASUS CHASSIS SHIPS TO SHREDS IN HALF A NANOSECOND." ---- Soon after takeoff, Fionne switches from her station attire to her battle gear. She dons a slim and small set of navy blue ceremonial armor, sculpted to flare out at the hips in the style that's currently popular on the Station, along with a pair of seven inch heels that she definitely has practice walking in. Inside her roomy helm, her hair is topped with a glittering diamond tiara. While on the ship, her ratty looking teddy bear follows her around without fail. He carries a massive looking cannon, holding it on top of his head and stabilizing it with his paws. ---- When the signal comes in from Near Space, Fionne heads over to the main console. "OOH, WHAT HAVE WE GOT HERE?"
Going to spend 4 Fame on an ExoGuardians Champion, Improved Boon. Alrighty, boon slotting time: Ally:
For her Contractor's Respect boon, Fionne will expend 1 of the 3 uses to get herself a Tactical Energy Converter heavy weapon for this mission.
Fionne takes a seat, putting her booted feet up. "HEY BIG-J, I KNOW YOU MESSED UP BIG TIME WITH THE SCOURED STARS, BUT YOU CAN'T KEEP BEATIN' YOURSELF UP LIKE THIS. LIVE AND LEARN AND ALL THAT. HELL, I MESS UP ON THE REGULAR! LULU TELL YOU ABOUT THE TIME I TOTALED A HOVER TRUCK?" From the twinkle in her eye, she's clearly not all that bent out of shape over that particular 'mess up'. After Jadnura has a chance to explain what he wants the group to do, Fionne goes quiet for a moment as she thinks about the mission. "SO... CHECK OUT THE MOON YOU GOT THE TEAR AT? YOU'RE THINKIN' YOU MISSED SOMETHING AT THE MOON WHEN YOU WERE LAST THERE, HUH. WELL, I DON'T MIND TAKIN' A LOOK FOR YA, BUT WHAT EXACTLY DO YA WANT US TO LOOK FOR?" "AND WHAT KINDA ATMOSPHERE WE TALKIN' ABOUT? POISON? ALL VACUUM? ICY COLD?" She raises a finger and points it at Marcus. "THIS COOL GUY'S GOT THE RIGHT IDEA. YOU WANNA GIVE US THE RECORDS FROM YOUR TRIP? IF WE'RE GONNA RETRACE YOUR STEPS, WE'RE GONNA NEED TO KNOW WHAT KINDSA STEPS YOU WERE TAKIN'"
Fionne looks up (way up) at the two newcomers and grins. "HEY YA'LL! DESHA AND MARCUS, NICE TO MEETCHA. FIONNE'S THE NAME." She draws herself up to her maximum height (not even 3') and puts her hands on her hips. "AND THERE AIN'T NO KEEPIN' SECRETS AMONG STARFINDERS RIGHT?" She pauses, takes in their Stewards bling, and adds "THOUGH I GUESS YOU STEWARDS TYPES HAVE GOT SOME DIFFERENT STANDARDS, HUH?" She falls in next to them, beckoning Speck to follow along. "I'M CROSSIN' MY TOES THAT WE'RE GONNA GET TO TEST SOME NEW TECH. MAYBE A NEW STARSHIP CHASSIS? ZIGGY KNOWS THAT PEGASUS IS A HUNK OF JUNK, ANYWAY."
Scratch that, I totally mistyped Fionne's character number. She's -704.
Fionne spots the ysoki heading to the same direction as she is and she waves him down. "HEY SPECK!" What Fionne is lacking in height she makes up for in sheer volume. "HEY! YOU GET SUCKERED INTO SOME SECRET MISSION TOO? FIRST SEEKER'S GOT SOME EXPLAININ TO DO. I'VE GOT A BIG ASS PROJECT ON PAUSE FOR THIS." She trots up and slaps the ysoki energetically on the back.
A halfling girl, short even for her race, clomps towards the indicated coordinates in military boots at least two sizes too big for her. As she walks, she looks up at the halls and passageways of the Lorespire Complex, shaking her head in irritation, a move that causes her pristinely styled blonde curls to bounce around her shoulders. She looks down at the comms device on her wrist, taps the cracked screen, and scowls at it. Nevertheless, it seems she's worked out where to go, because she picks up her pace and heads to the meeting spot.
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