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"Medical deck it is then." Gnaarrg decides. "Good idea."
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Gnaarrg attempts to instruct the androids on how the replicators work, and also the turret's controls. She won't actually *fire* the weapons, but she wants to make sure that if one of the party is disabled they could contribute to the defense.
Gnaarrg nods. "I can fix. Need time, parchment, quill and ink. Will also need parts." She offers.
"Heh. If mechanical, could fix design flaw." Gnaarrg commiserates, touching her abdomen absentmindedly as she moves to the next pod. "Make hurting stop, replace with color indicator instead. Zed. Good job. Explain what we woke them for." -Posted with Wayfinder
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Gnaarrg will wait somewhat impatiently to see if the newly awakened android is friendly or not before she moves to open the next chamber (unless they're unfriendly, then she will wait until they've done some troubleshooting).
"Should be able to awaken them, if I can get the controls to respond." Gnaarrg mutters.
Im aliiiiiive! -Posted with Wayfinder
"Ha!" Gnaarrg cries out at their retreat, chucking a bomb into the middle of them. "Chew on THIS!"
Gnaarrg stumbles back from the onslaught of claws and teeth, her alchemically-treated body already fighting off the paralysis. She draws a thin vial from her belt with her free hand and swallows its contents.
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"If you want go. Go." Gnaarrg will reply curtly. "You not my tribe. I not afraid. I stay. I fix..." She closes a panel on Maagun's side. "Kill enemies who try to take."
"Wait." gnaarrg interrupts. "I could fix the robot. Make it so I could ride inside it. Drive from inside. I think." "Still should awaken androids. They help protect us. Operate turret. I go out there, set traps. Others find weapons, get armor." -Posted with Wayfinder
Gnaarrg spends as much time as she can paying attention to Zal's questioning of the chamberlain, adding a few questions of her own of course. Gnaarrg's not as interested in learning the science as she is the mechanical development of the tech. She'll also spend time repairing Maagun, so that the cyberhorse is closer to full functionality. "You said there are more like Zed?" she asks after a while. "How do we wake them? They could help defend the turret. Do repairs, repel invaders."
Also, the AI's conversation makes me think of Big MT and the big science heads from Fallout New Vegas. It's epic and greatly entertaining. Looking forward for more to happen!
Gnaarrg watches the exchange with some surprise, then some amusement. "Sure. I help." she answers. "But I want to have reward too. Be taught how to use. Taught how to fix. Taught how to MAKE." -Posted with Wayfinder
Gnaarrg will practice that morning with the laser pistol, twirling it around (with the battery removed, of course) and getting familiar with the grip and aim of it before she practices unloading and reloading the thing a few times so she understands it. Nodding to herself, she will sit at one of the tables, with Maagun standing idly by next to her, as she goes over all the salvage she had collected and re-prioritizing the scrap that's useful to her, as opposed to the technic league slavers. Around her neck dangles a necklace with strange short rods that look suspiciously like the explosives from their bomb collars.
I will be taking pistol prof. So i can use my laser pistol. Gotta make the pew pews to go with the boom booms. Will update the character in a bit, assuming i get back inside with supplies. -Posted with Wayfinder
Gnaarrg hops out of the gun pod cackling to herself pretty much how you'd expect a hobgoblin to. She will be giddy even after her bomb collar is removed, where she will put at least a marginal effort into collecting the collars so she could perhaps make a bomb later. "I only have a few more days of food. They didn't want me wandering far." Gnaarrg says. "But there might be some of the caravan's supplies left; I didn't hit the wagons except where there were people in it." If confirmed, she will go out to scavenge food (and booze). She keeps an eye on the turret, just in case it (or someone else) gets trigger happy.
Gnaarrg will make sure to, now that the boss is gone, scythe through the rest of the bastards in the technic league with her weapon. She may be laughing maniacally as she does so. No, she definitely is.
Gnaarrg makes sure her boss is under the marker and pulls the trigger with no hesitation. -Posted with Wayfinder
Gnaarg throws a bomb directly at the automaton, since she altered the effects with her extract.
Gnaarrg will pop a vial and drink it down, moving to the side of the group so she can get a clear angle on the construct.
Gnaarrg decides that waiting for it to finish the countdown isn't how they're going to defeat it, and tosses one of her bombs at it before it reaches '3'.
"Let's hurry then." Gnaarrg says. "Boss was fine, but freedom means my own projects"
"We need to hurry. The boss will be getting impatient. We might go pop soon." she interrupts. "Are we going to do plan, or should I go try to get us more time?"
Gnaarg would take two batteries for the laser gun, for when she figures out the trick to aiming it. -Posted with Wayfinder
Watching the woman who was at first terrified of the shadows now chasing the remaining one around, Gnaarrg considers the sanity of her companions. Sighing, she draws the new pistol one more time and fires a shot at the shadow.
very good GMing going on, anyway back to the TPK.. Well *I* Might survive.
Gnaarrg will backpedal away a bit and mix another ectoplasmic concoction, throwing it at the ground beneath them.
It's fine! I like it.
Yeah I have my HeroLab set up so that it does that automatically. :)
Gnaarrg smacks her forehead, and pulls a vial from her pouch. Mixing it with one of her bombs, she reels back and throws it at the ground underneath the closest shadow.
Okiedoke. Fighting at level 2 capacity! -Posted with Wayfinder
Gnaarrg draws her new blaster pistol and tries giving one of the shadows a shot.
"I can test the food here. See if I can alchemically purify it." Gnaarrg offers.
Wow! Jeez who knew mold was so profitable? -Posted with Wayfinder
Maagun: "Neigh!" Maagun's observation:
"Hahahahaha..." Gnaarrg will enter the 'snack bar' once it's clear of mold, and start collecting any machine parts she can get out the door. With this, I could make a new construct from scratch.
"We are not free while boss holds detonator." Gnaarrg points out. "I know now where ship weapons are. Like this." she pats the raygun at her hip. "But BIGGER. We go to command deck, we turn on weapons, we shoot boss. He not survive hit like that. Then, we just get tools to cut off collars."
Gnaarrg starts chuckling, eventually breaking into actual laughter. "If freedom want." Gnaarrg exhorts. "I found way."
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