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Quig kicks back in his chair, heaving a sigh of relief. "Well! That wasn't so bad." He leans over and switches on the comm. "Well, Cappy? What's next?"
Quig scrambles, desperately trying to keep the weapons firing at full tilt as they try to end this battle. "C'mon...c'mon...c'mon..." he mutters.
"YES! Finally!"
"I agree. Just gonna make sure we don't need any repairs ourselves..." Quig mutters, tapping some panels to divert some power away from the weapons and toward the engines.
"Wait, was that something shiny out the window?"
"WHOOOOO!" Quig's voice echoes from the comm. "That sounded good! Keep it up!"
Still more power floods into the weaponry on the ship.
Quig grits his teeth. "Aftie's tough. I believe in her. We gotta finish this!" Tongue sticking out, he transfers some power out of the shield system and back toward the weapons. "Blast them!"
"Ungh!" Quig grunts as the ship's shields take a hit. "Ok, so...not actually fun. Let's see..." Up in the bridge, his voice comes over the comm. "Yeah, we're uh...we should be ok here...give me just...a...sec..."
The ship hums as Quig diverts power to the group's port shield, fully restoring it!
"You got it, Iseph!" Quig's voice crackles up from the comm.
Once again, the engines flare with light. Down in the engine room, Quig leans back in his chair, looking cheerful. "Well, Scout, this oughtta be fun!"
"Pirates! That's no good!" Quig exclaims. He darts from his chair and vanishes through a hatch that leads directly to the engineering deck. "Some power comin' your way, Iseph!"
Quig sighs as he beams the data back to the Odyssey. "Seems like they were a good group of Starfinders! A shame that they ended up gettin' eaten on this hunk of rock." He strokes his whiskers thoughtfully. "Truly, all of us are dust. But then, that thing was dust too and it tried to eat us, so I dunno what we're supposed to take away from that! If we've got no bodies to take home then in my opinion we might as well get outta here--I don't wanna stay on this planet any longer than I have to!"
"Whoo! Now that was exciting," Quig comments as Scout drifts back to him. "Awwww, you ok there buddy? Didn't mean to catch you in that blast..." He spends a few minutes going over Scout, making cooing noises (and reloading both his and Scout's pistols) before scampering down the sandy hill to investigate the gun.
"Aaaaargh! Kill it kill it kill it!" Quig cries, abandoning his attempts to distract the creature and just aiming for its head.
After firing his shot, Quig scampers away from the beast...
"Scout!! Sorry bud!" Quig calls, firing on the creature once more.
Hmmmmmmm. That grenade toss is sure to go well...
Quig pulls a grenade out of his pack and eyes the sand. "C'moooooon, sucker...Scout! Shoot it!"
"Did I bring grenades?!" Quig exclaims, sounding indignant. "What do you take me for?! Of course I brought grenades! Problem is, that sucker's too far away for me to have any chance of reaching it right now...Scout'll keep it off." His tongue pokes out slightly as he maneuvers the drone, then snaps off a single shot on his own in an attempt to distract the creature.
"Nnnngh!" Quig clutches at his shoulder where the crystal hit him. "Not funny, 'Zaya," he complains. He's breathing hard. "Gimme a minute...the wreck isn't gonna go anywhere any time soon..."
Given that there are no immediately life-threatening dangers, Quig has stationed himself up in the bridge with the rest of the crew for now, rather than in engineering. He winces as the asteroid *pings* off the hull. "Uh, yeah, sure...that's how...that works...watch your 2:35 on the axial, I'm seein' a cluster of sharper-than-usual rocks in that direction..."
"No news of the other Starfinders, I'm afraid!" Quig reports. He sounds oddly chipper. "The Endless Threnody found their ship wrecked on a planet called Ulmarid out in the Vast. But no sign of the bodies either here or there...perhaps they landed on Ulmarid!"
Quig grins and scampers toward the computer bank. "Alright alright...let's see what we got under the hood!" Hopping into the chair, he attempts to access the computer terminals.
"I suppose we should," Quig says, a bit wistfully. "I never did find any bounty on Exegara, so probably best to stick to the mission." He opens a comm to the fleeing Eoxian. "Catch ya next time, E!" As the group hurries toward the bridge, Quig commands Scout to fly 10' ahead, using the camera to scan around any blind corners, etc. that the group encounters.
Still firing and still swearing, Quig steps back, and he and scout both unload on the nearest undead crew member, trying to get Obozaya a chance to breathe.
"Owowow!! Stop that!" Darting back next to Iseph, Quig also takes cover from the corner of the wall and fires a shot at the undead that swiped at him.
"Ouch!" Quig yelps as the skeleton's claws graze him. "Scout, help us out, please!" He keys something into his arm computer, ducks under another swipe, and then darts to the south. "Cap, we gotta get back with the others!" Scout zips over Quig's head and fires off a shot at the skeleton engaging Obozaya.
Pieces of the wall next to Obozaya blast outward. "Bad Scout!"
"Uh-oh," Quig mutters, drawing his pistol. "We got more gross dead guys comin' in at our three and nine, folks. Scout's gonna take on one side, I'll hold the other...jerk's hiding behind the corner..." He steps forward, not wanting to get cut off from the rest of the crew. Pistol raised, and aims down the hall toward the lurking undead.
Quig grins. "Do you think we'll meet any resistance along the way? Maybe some valuable resistance? Oooooooh, I could buy Scout a stun gun!" He falls into the middle of the pack.
It was wonderful! Thanks all for the kind wishes! ^.^
"Ooooooooh I've never been on an Eoxian ship before!" Quig exclaims, pressing the button to close the seals on his suit. As it hisses into place around him, his voice continues, coming out of the speaker on the front of the helmet. "This should be fun!" Scout whirs down next to him, and the ysoki turns toward the robot. "Don't be ridiculous, of course we can shoot them. I'm not even sure they count as alive!"
I'm back! Will catch up on reading and post.
Hi all. I'm getting married this weekend (and planning the wedding with my fiancé myself), so things here are pretty crazy. My posting may be spottier and I probably won't post at all between Thursday and Monday. Please bear with me as I go through this joyous, crazy thing. :)
"Alright, with the shields back up...mostly...let's try and make things toasty, eh?" Quig whistles as his little fingers dance over the controls.
He leans back, smirking. Talking into the comm, he says. "'Zaya, sending some excess power you way...now." He taps a button. There's a whine as the weapons heat up...and all of the lights in Quig's deck power down. "Oooooohhhhh. Riiiiiight."
An alarm starts blaring as the forward shield is crippled. Then Quig feels the impact of the blast. "Whoa! Now that's no good baby, no good at all. Hold it together now, you sweet sweet flyin' hunk of...uh...I mean...wonderful ship!"
Quig just barely makes the connections in time, and the shield hums back to life. He exhales a brief sigh of relief.
Quig's voice floats in from the comm. "Uh, juice the weapons, sure thing, righty-o, toodle pip and what-not." *bang*
In the engine room, Quig is furiously smacking things with his wrench. "STOP. BEEPING!" The alarm suddenly dies. "Oh, that's better. Now, let's see...weapons...a-go!"
"Doo-bee-doo-doo...doo-bee-dee-dee-doo..." Quig's tuneless humming drifts up from the comm link,
"Man, this is dull," Quig mutters down below as he keeps an eye on the energy running to the engines. Except that he's really fiddling around with something in Scout's guts. "Have we even been hit yet? Turns out dead people are lousy frickin' marksmen..." A buzzing, blaring siren goes off behind his head. "Uh...that's probably not supposed to happen."
Quig's voice crackles over the comms. "You got it, Iseph!"
Once again, the engines flare to life!
Just to check, but can't we actually fire ALL our weapons? The laser cannons will take massive penalties, sure, but their maximum range is 50 hexes!
"Man, they're pretty friggin' rude," Quig's voice says, drifting up from the comm. "'Zaya, I'm gonna give you some extra juice. Blast 'em, please!" Figuring that if they keep at a distance they can just pepper the enemy ship with their coilgun while avoiding the foe's lasers, Quig lets the engines die down to their normal operation level and diverts some of that power to the weapons systems. While giggling.
"Welp, looks like things are goin' south and maybe up and also maybe west in a hurry, huh?" Quig says cheerily. "I'm uh...just gonna seal my armor and...open this valve, huh?" He quickly does so, and with a roar, the sub-Drift engines flare into brilliant light!
Listen, I make robots that shoot people, I don't use computers. :P
When the group boards the Loreseeker, Quig quickly darts down toward the Engineering deck. "Oooooooh dual-power core, hydraulic fused bypasses, lots of cool shiny bits...yeeeeeessssss I like it I like it!" A slightly alarming manic chuckle echoes up from the depths. Quig spends his days en route mostly tinkering around in the tech lab. Being in the Drift doesn't affect him too adversely, but it does make him a little bit anxious, and he doesn't take off his sealable exoskeleton while they're in the Drift. Or while they're on the spaceship at all, for that matter...you can never be too careful.
When Iseph asks for a scan, Quig comes in over the comm immediately. "Ma'am, yes ma'am. One hairy eyeball going out now!" He runs a quick scan.
Hmmmm, Quig could be an Engineer or a Science Officer--he has a +10 Engineering, and a +8 Computers (but it looks like the Loreseeker would boost that to +10). Do people feel one would be more useful than the other? Leaning toward Engineer right now.
Quig shrugs. "I'm all set to go, Cappy!" He grins, showing long incisors.
Quig will buy himself a set of binders (he is a bounty hunter) and a survival knife.
"Cripple the vessel?!" Quig exclaims. "Gosh, that seems rude given that the ghoul lady was so willing to talk to us...oh? What's that?" He cocks his head as though listening to Scout. "They're a bunch of depraved abominations? Well, when you put it like that, I guess...no questions, boss!"
Quig shrugs and pockets Gurge's possessions. "Sorry buddy. Better luck next time, if your friend reanimates ya." Listening in to the conversation through Scout, he takes the opportunity to yell through the vines, "Do you just need bodies?? I got one for you here if that's what you're looking for!"
"Oh, are we not shooting any more? Cool," Quig says, bolstering his pistol. "Scout, keep an eye on the creepy Eoxian. I'm gonna check out our buddy over here." While the drone whirs over to listen in on Iseph's conversation with their captive, Quig hurries to the fallen man. "Well, you're hurt pretty bad, buddy," the ysoki comments cheerfully. "Should've brought that bug with us...oh well, let's see what I can do!"
Whether Quig's patchy first aid works or not, he quickly sets to frisking the fallen man, looking for any identifying documents or valuables.
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