I'm fine to continue, but I'll second Rril's preference that you only keep going if you actually want to!
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Character #: 704
Character: Blibdoolpoolp
Faction: Second Seekers (LE)
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"Plenty of chances to frag some Azzies later."
While Haro checks the ship for tracking devices, Lors powers up the weapons and readies the shields.
Lors keeps careful watch on behalf of anyone who wants to stick their head or hands in the reactor.
Lors left the mostly dismantled zombie to the others and focused on tearing at the other one til it matched!
Lors scowls in displeasure as the zombies carefully avoid her mighty trident, and avoid lining up for her rail gun. Instead she trots into their midst, unslinging her reaction cannon and consoles herself by drilling a shot through closer one while keeping her trident ready for any movement.
AoO:
Lors hauls her way through the cramped confines of the malfunctioning door, setting her pike against an inevitable zombie charge! AoO?:
"I remember when I used to get paid for jobs like this... "Fine. Stopping Azlanti invasions is worth some pro bono work."
Lors leans heavily on her polearm. "I certainly could use a moment to catch my breath..."
"Enough! You have fought bravely, but to persist is only foolish!"
"rnnrrhhrn" Lors wheezes as the breath is driven from her lungs. Weakly she shoves at the Aeon guard to gain some space, but her thrusts don't pierce his plate...
Lors brushes back her attacker and smashes the trident into his paralyzed companion, trying to put him down before he is freed!
Lors bellows in rage, forgoing any attempt to find the weakpoints in Aeon Armor in favor of smashing a few new ones into them!
"Bones beneath the sand - how many of these cyclopean slavers are there!" Lors gripes, covering Tseekchik by storming down the hallway.
Lors sets herself up in cover, ready to shoot or stab any Azlanti reinforcements. "I've got the door, just get her out of there!"
"Get behind her Haro!" Lors keeps up a relentless rhythm of strikes as she tries to give Haro space to move.
Lors raises her rifle in a salute to Iolastrila's skill even as she uses her other arms to rain down devastating strikes now that she has her measure!
Lors redoubles her efforts, trident blurring from form to form as she brings more and more of her strength and speed to bear, but Iolastrila's blade seems to be everywhere!
Lors continues her brutal rampage as she punishes her fleeing foe, whirling the polearm back into position as she hammers away at the more skillful duelist before her!
Lors bellows a challenge as she lays about her with her trident, smashing Azlanti aside with each blow!
Lors shields herself as she charges forward, smashing past the badly injured Aeon Guard, but unable to punch through their armor...
"Hey diddle diddle, straight up the middle!"
"I can carry some of them, but not them all..." Lors scanned their rescuees, trying to assess the best way to carry Tseekchik. "Can any of you speak telepathically? The grub doesn't seem to know what's happening."
Lors begins hauling at the cell doors, seeking to free everyone but the swelling Verttash.
"Enough!" Lors bellows with frustration as she hammers home two more shots into the last guard standing!
Lors powers through, seeking to clear her flanks of the remaining Azlanti before she can turn to the second wave in earnest!
Possible Shot:
Lors staggers as the crowd control field finally overcomes her. Rather than fight while impaired though, she snatches up a grenade and lobs it down the hallway!
Lors grits her teeth and powers through the strange field to assail the nearby guard!
Lors plants her feet firmly and tries to put the Azlanti guard down switching to the alarming beast once he has fallen!
Still incensed, Lors trusts to her companions to deal with the lower guards while she pins the one on high to the far wall!
Possible Second Attack?:
Lors's patience for deception had been thinning, but she simply had none left for the jailer who allowed such horrors. The glamer dropped from her trident as she lunged to attack!
"At least we've got it narrowed down..."
Lors snorts and rolls her eyes, not feeling a particular need to find a solution past knocking the engineer out, but fine with accommodating her comrades.
Lors bursts out of the hallway, smashing her trident into the closest soldier as she tries to also bar their escape.
Lors reclaims her heavy weaponry from her crew, but keeps a bit to the back. "If they get eyes on us, then we'll be shooting sooner or later."
Lors tries to make her trident an impenetrable bulwark of enchanted steel. No drone shall lightly pass her by!
Lors scowls as she tries to get a clear line on the drone, circling round the room in order to get a clear strike with her trident.
Lors snarls through the pain, and places herself between Steve and the door.
"We may have company soon."
Lors relishes the chance to once more clash with the kind of worthy adversary that the Azlanti Officer Corps has proven to hold, but there is no time to let the nuances and subtleties of a duel play out. Speed and ferocity would have to suffice.
Lors brings down her trident with sweeping blows of rare fury!
With a flex of her arms, Lors 'unshackles' herself and snatches up her glamored trident!
In that case... Maybe we should roll the dice? If this is/might be **the** camera room, then it might be worth a little extra risk. Especially if Steve ruins the command center enough that even once they realize what's gone wrong they can't just turn the cameras right back on...
Going for the cameras seems like a very short term move. Even if it goes off well, it puts a definite clock on our raid before security is heightened. So... how long are we planning this little expedition to go? :-)
Lors can't help but test the give of her fake bonds a little. Everything was going well, and she did trust them, but it was still more than a little nervewracking to be relying so heavily on her comrades...
Agreed, without distance hacking, charm sounds like a good way to go - especially since we're not in a fight where he'd get a big boost :-)
Ooh, I like that! "They made some claims that don't quite ring true. Figured we should interrogate her soon so they don't have time to get their stories straight."
Lors just looks up at the one who's making his sadism known, gazing levelly at him as if to ask How sure are you that that pistol would stop me?
Yep, convince is definitely the right first step :-)
"Probably Rril or Haro should. To establish their cover." |