With the heavy damage to the core's craft, all it can do is pivot with the enemy frigate and fire torpedoes again!
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Maldor grabs a handful of stones from his pocket as he moves into the hallway and towards the bridge. Before he gets there, he will focus his mind on the rocks and fling them towards the nearest pirate goon. They stones accelerate rapidly as they fly, striking the pirate with more force than one would think possible!
However, the rocks act differently in micro-gravity than the earth-bound human accounts for, the rocks impact the walls and ceiling!
Thanks! Seeing my abysmal rolling, it wouldn't matter either way...but I have it for next time!
If it is within range, the core then attempts a snap shot with the mining laser in an attempt to finish it off!
I was wondering about that - figured a single core onboard but wondered about Zenvisk's previous post...so what's the range of these weapons? Do I even have to move, or are weapons basically a line of sight on this scale? Assuming that's the case, then it's just a pivot and fire the photon torpedoes, Mr. Sulu!!
Green Mining Drone
Engineering Phase:
Hold It Together: Sensors + whatever bonus the core vessel has (assuming this is a tier 1 vessel...) The core quickly patches and redirects power to the sensors to try and keep it functioning... Piloting Phase:
Science Actions: None Piloting Actions: Maneuver closer to the frigate (What's the move distance?) Gunnery Phase: Gunnery Check: Shoot the pirate frigate (brown) 4 shots remaining
Maldor is about to pull the footlocker out from under the bed when he sees Cross drop back and freeze. Knowing he would only do that if danger was near, Maldor freezes and looks out of the door into the hallway...slowly pulling his own pulsecaster pistol free from its holster.
Maldor does a thorough search of the quarters, looking for anything useful, like access codes, weapons, a diary or log entries...
Maldor's eyes widen at Korvan's statement, and he blurts out, "Knockout! Knockout!!"
Once the coast is clear, Maldor will motion for Em to cross the bay so they can stick together and move further in. He will look for some cable ties or wires to use to bind the pirate, and a rag or something to gag him with...
Maldor watches the closed door at the top of the stairs nearest him, incase someone decided to make a surprise visit to the cargo hold...
Maldor waits patiently, holding onto the hull and Em while Jin works the airlock. He puts his helmet against hers and speaks loudly so that the vibrations will carry sound through her suit without using comms gear..."Glad you're OK - I thought I'd lost you there for a second!"
Maldor sees Emily start to drift off, and grabs for her. Luckily, there seem to be plenty of handholds...
Thank goodness for the space suit - otherwise you would see that Maldor is fairly bouncing off of the walls! Whether from nerves or excitement you couldn't tell, but he is definitely fully alert and ready for the assault. Once Cross signals the start of their op, his nerves suddenly settle into a steely calm from his years of training at the Institute. It also takes the young human a few tries to get the smooth maneuvering in vacuum of Cross, but he at least doesn't kick off into space...
I'm willing to give it a shot as a learning experience =)
Maldor shakes his head at Amaryst's offer. "I admit it looks like an awesome weapon, but without the proper training I'm just as likely to hit something I don't want to...I'll pass. I will, however, like to take any spare nuts, ball bearings, bolts, old rocks, or anything else lying around that I can fit in a pouch. I have the ability to make them a pretty nasty surprise for someone else!"
Maldor is ready. (At least, the young man THINKS he is!!)
Huzzah! A real MacGyver moment =)
"So we need an assault party, and a ship party. I'm best suited for the assault party - to heal anyone who might need it if nothing else. Cross, you're the best choice for the ship, I think. K-van, you should probably stay on the ship - sorry, buddy, but I don't think Cross is gonna let you get into the dance quite yet...I can't speak for the rest of you, so who is going where?"
Did you at least get a good meal on the company dime? Well, I was in Newport, RI...so yeah =) Lobster one night and a really super wood-grilled sea bass and asparagus another night!
Maldor has a slowly building look of frustration on his face. Finally, he blurts out, "We shouldn't just leave these poor miners to their fate. Why don't we sneak aboard while they are loading the ore and overpower the pirates from inside the ship. That takes their big guns out of the fight straightaway. I doubt they have any heavier firepower inside than we do, and we probably won't face all of them at once. Then, if we're lucky, we can use that ship to disable the other one. I don't know much about starship flying or fighting, but I do know about ambushes and clearing tight compartments with a group of armed combatants. That's what we were trained to do. Surprise is on our side. Let's exploit it." When he is done, the young man seems awfully grown up and has a hard edge to him that you hadn't seen before - except maybe in the warehouse back when you first met.
Maldor is even more lost than Emily. He was taught small unit tactics - how to move and engage a target with fire teams of 5 individuals, and some TTPs for 3 to 5 fire teams operating as a larger company. But space flight and ship battles were so far beyond him that he just listened...
Sorry - was on a business trip and the hotel computer had Paizo site blocked!! =\
Maldor looks at the deck and shrugs a little. "I have no training in engineering or sensors. I had some weapon and vehicle training so I could be a backup gunner or pilot - but only if there isn't any other choice! Back at the Institute I was either held back as a medic or put into a squad leader role..."
Like Emily, Maldor would pick saving people as his first choice, but would defer to the vote of the group. As a rescued person himself (and due to his religious connection), he feels compelled to help others despite any personal discomforts. However, he also recognizes that his tactical training at the Institute argues against having non-combatants aboard a ship potentially going into harm's way and the overcrowding issue. =) So, let's do some gun-running and pirate-busting!
"AND we get to chase pirates?!! This just keeps getting better and better! Should we take care of the pirates before we get cargo and check out the bio place? " Maldor jumps up on a table and pretends to be in a sword-and-pistol fight against an imaginary pirate...
"Wait. What? You want to LICKquidate my ASSet?!" Maldor calls out to Cross, then laughs loudly at the juvenile pun he made.
So we're back to a crossroads - we were starting to gel around going to the bio research station, but now we are talking about cargo hauling on our way to Cyrune. So, to help leinathan (and us) out, I see the following choices: A) Bio lab
Can we all agree on option C and move to the next adventure =)
"I kinda like it onboard - the freedom to go where we want and when we wan. The chance to see new things. Do we have to go someplace and go our separate ways? I mean, I don't know about the rest of you guys, but I am more than willing to stay onboard and explore the galaxies!!" Maldor gets more animated as he talks, a young man's enthusiasm coming through. "I guess we can drop off anyone who wants to stay on Cyrune, but if Amaryst will have me, I'm staying on Argintum."
I'm down for the bio-lab =)
Maldor follows his nose into the ship, inhaling deeply and saying, "That smells sooo good! After years of food cubes or MREs in the Institute, I almost forgot what the real stuff was like. Thank you for cooking!!" And that's the last you'll get out of Maldor, except an occasional slurp or exclamation, while he power-chows the meal.
Maldor finds a medical supply shop and picks up a spare medkit and a handful of healing serums for the group. As they wander the station, he is tempted by a custom gaming controller with a 4D headset, but decides that he should spend less time gaming and maybe learn how to do something useful on the ship. In the end, he resists all other temptations except for a new, carbon steel survival knife featuring a 6" blade with blood groove that provides blade strength while reducing the weight of the knife. The spine of the blade has serrations for sawing applications, and it also includes a polymer sheath with pistol belt clip and leg-tie down for secure placement.
Mal already has a medkit (basic); an injection gun (for medicinals); two vials of analgesic for field surgery; and two canisters of sprayflesh. Thought another medkit and some healing serums would be wise purchases... So recommend purchasing a spare medkit and a handful of serums (four?) That will be 300 creds total from the group fund. Out of his own pocket, Maldor purchases a survival knife (95) and the clothes from Cross (5), leaving him 500 credits.
If he can pick up a Medkit or a few Healing serums and a survival knife, Maldor will...
Maldor scans through the new clothing items, picking up a pair of pants, a belt, a t-shirt and a hooded jacket. All in all, he looked like most every other space traveler. Not a dock worker - the clothes were too nice and too new. And not a rich tourist - the clothes weren't nearly nice enough for that. But perfect for blending in with a crowd. Of course, his skinsuit fit perfectly well under the new clothes and were hidden by them, and pulsecaster pistol was concealed well enough by the jacket. His battlestaff could not be hidden, so he would leave it on the ship. Maybe he could find a dagger or combat knife somewhere in the station for self defense... If he finds any medical supplies or kits, Maldor will examine them and see about supplementing his powers with more mundane, but less feared, healing methods.
Maldor couldn't help staring at everything in awe and wonder. The ads were all random announcements, since he had absolutely no online presence or identity that the marketing AIs could tap into. He found himself apologizing to 3D vids because they were so life-like and beyond anything he had seen. Sure the Institute had augmented reality training routines, but nothing like this! And they preferred to pit teams against each other anyways, to add realism and raise the stakes. To make sure we were really trying... Maldor thinks to himself bitterly. In response to Cross' text message, Maldor simply replied, "Medium?"
Mal is just fascinated with being in space!! It was always a dream of his as a child, and now here he is! He is also extremely in the debt of this crew and will go along with (just about) anything they suggest...
Maldor asks Jin, "Can we go out on the station? I've never been on one before. And when we get back, I want to learn about this ship and what I can do to help out. It looks like we'll be here for a while and I want to be useful!"
Maldor nods at Emily's response, then realizes that a solid object stands between them. "Yea - no worries. Look, we've been through worse, and you know that I've got your back no matter what. I'm gonna head back down - twitch me if you need me."
Maldor was enjoying his food, and really enjoying the bubbly, when everything suddenly got really weird. About two seconds after Emily left, he followed her up to her room, knocking softly on the door. "Hey Em...you OK? Don't feel bad about them - they're just coming off a pretty stressful few days and probably need some alone time. It's not your fault! Look, I'm here if you need anything, OK?" Empathy: Maldor is genuinely concerned for his friend, and is trying to help her feel better.
"How about SERENITY? I remember watching a vid-series as a kid about a group of people who make a living on the fringes of society as part of the pioneer culture of their star system. They had a small space ship with this name...It was a funny show and I liked the characters. Even had a little crush on the engineer. What was her name...Kayla or Kaylee or something." Maldor muses, then wanders to the trivid area to see if the computer had the series recorded...
Sorry it took me so long to get back - work had a lot piled up waiting for me! Morocco is great!! We saw the High Atlas Mountains, Sahara desert, the port city of Essaouria, and Marrakech. Definitely recommend it!
Well, everyone, today I leave for a two-week trip to Morocco! Because of the out-of-the-way places our trip will be going, I will most likely be completely off-grid until May 12th. Please bot Maldor as your combat medic - he's motivated by protecting Em and K-Van primarily, and the rest of his new crew afterwards. His go-to spells in combat are Wisp Ally or Telekinetic Projectile. Of course, all of his healing abilities and spells are in play. Thanks, and look forward to catching up with you all!
Mal joins Emily with K-van, his pistol still in hand. "Are you OK, Em?" His look conveys his concern for her, and not just for her physical well-being. If she seems to be holding up, he will go to check on the rest of the group and do what he can to heal their wounds.
energy As the leader of the thugs falls, Maldor sends the wisp of light and energy flitting towards the thug in the alley (not behind the dumpster), lighting the area up and harrying him. He also aims his own pulsecaster pistol at the thug and fires off a sonic bolt!
Sorry for coming late to the discussion - once a day posting time =\ Love the theme of torching. I also think there needs to be a way to recover - think of running. You can run too fast or too long and suffer consequences, but you will likely recover from it over time. Likewise, using psychic energy builds up an endurance over time. In all of the literature and movies I've read/watched, "torching" could have physical or mental consequences. Perhaps change to "Take 1d6 HP of damage (bypassing Stamina)" or "Take 1d4 points of damage to your spell-casting ability (Int, Wis, Cha)" that can not be magically/mystically healed, but will recover over time. Unless you reach a certain point, which could kill you o render you a blubbering idiot. My 2 coppers =)
Maldor creeps slowly forward to a spot just behind Emily and opens his hands as he thrusts them towards the thugs. A small, spherical, floating wisp made of pure bluish-white light and energy rushes towards the face of the lead thug, temporarily distracting him!
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