Has it been that long? I'm real sorry, work has just been inconsistent and...a Lot, lately. I'll try to post more frequently going forward.
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Sammad ponders the azer's body with a cold regard. "The way this 'Malikah' inspires such devotion in her followers...once I would have found it impressive. Now it's just unnerving."
Sammad grimaces upon seeing Flint restrained by the neotophet. He draws his zero pistol smoothly and sights down on the construct, crying out, "Take it down quick and clean!"
"Agreed. And frankly speaking, if they're in a position to fight with us, we need all the backup we can get."
Sammad takes in the view within the Crucible with a smoldering frown...yet the gleam in his eye betrays a level of admiration. "Imagine the facilities they have in place here...the things they could make..." Then he takes a sweeping glance about the cabin. The gleam disappears.
Sammad finally steps up to the celestial, clearing his throat. "Benevolent Uzmat, as happy as we were to aid you and Rikard, I believe we'd like further details on how exactly this situation developed. What can you tell us?"
Sammad is OK being a Gunner, he'd never steal his bestie's spotlight by claiming Pilot ;).
OK, I've gotten a fair bit done! Level up: +1 to all current skills, new Expertise Talent (Expert Advice, which makes me aiding another on social stuff that much better), new Feat (Shot on the Run) Gear: updated defenses for the silver armor (I cannot believe I was running around in item level 3 armor this long!), added my quick release sheath plus deflective reinforcement and a glamer projector (:3c) and upgraded the zero pistol to hailstorm-class, for 2d6 Cold damage at base. I'll get back to gear another day. Edit: Sammad would also like to snag some of the really spicy snacks, if Ordyt hasn't helped himself to all of them ;).
Yeah, work's been very hectic for me too @_@. but I have a 3-day weekend by Desna's grace, so I'll make sure to get stuff done for this by Monday night.
I'll take a look later, but does anyone remember what the shiny silver armor that Sammad had expressed interest in was?
Sammad chuckles in response to Bel's joke. "Well first we'll need to figure out a way back to the Archipelago. But before that: checking in on our pet resistance movement. We did them a solid, taking out most of the Legion's higher-ups here, but we should see what else we can do for them now." He casts a long look over his battered and exhausted companions. "As long as it isn't more fighting...I think I'm the only one who could take another round at this point!" He punctuates that last statement with a toothy grin.
Sammad takes a healing serum from his pocket and offers it to Taeress. "I don't know if she'd want to do this while she's still sleeping, or wait until she wakes...so I'll leave it with you, since you know her best. Either way, it looks like it would do her some good." As Bel makes her way towards the wreckage of the Breath, Sammad sighs deeply. "So much for my damned salvage rights...that ship could've made my career. Catapulted me up the Cooperative's ranks...But I suppose if she had to be lost, this was a good fight to lose her in." The smallest trace of a smile appears on his face as he mumbles those last words.
Sammad sighs as he rises, giving Ordyt a good-natured pat on one shoulder. He gives Flint a brisk nod, moving to the elevator. "Whatever I can do, Captain - I'll certainly be no help with that contraption." He enters the elevator, keys in the appropriate floor, then waits out the ride, letting out a deep, long-held breath of steaming air. He chuckles, then says the empty air, "All thanks to the Fertile Flame. Continue to light our way, Goddess."
Sammad lets out a war-whoop as he sees the dragon fall, then hurries over to Ordyt. "Well, that was reckless yet spectacular. I say you've earned a long rest, friend...but only after we make it out of this horrid place." He reaches into his jacket and draws forth a healing serum, swiftly injecting Ordyt in between crumpled plates of armor, then sits down and leans over to rest his head on a broad, stony shoulder.
Sammad looks frantically to Ordyt as he hears the oread's plan. "I...I don't want to die, Ordyt!" But as he considers the scenario, how this mighty creature had laid low all of his friends now, some more than once, he...realizes that there's no way out. Even if he surrendered, the dragon was as likely to simply cook him as she was to let him live. Probably much more likely, under the circumstances. He inhales deeply, then exhales, an impish grin rising on his face. "But I'm probably going to, aren't I? And if I do...I can't imagine a better reason." And then he opens comms to the group. "Or a better group of bleeding hearts to do it alongside." Then he stands and steps towards the dragon, pistol still in hand. "HEY! You...you great ugly LIZARD! Look at me, you bastard! He punctuates that last word with a shot directly towards her. He hopes that the distraction helps split her focus enough for Ordyt to pull off his insane plan.
Sammad doesn't even protest at Mari's order, rushing as quickly as possible past her to take cover behind a low wall. He radios to Ordyt as he settles low, "Ordyt, tell me you have a plan..."
Sammad woops as Ordyt rises unsteadily, but his jaw drops as Flint takes a punishing series of blows! He moves a few feet for a better sightline on the dragon, then sights down with his zero pistol, crying out "Rally, team - we've taken worse!", before leveling a freezing blast!
He then switches to his screamer decoupler, dropping to a knee to deliver a pair of shots towards the dragon!
Sammad, unable to see Flint or his opponent, dashes closer then draws down on the giant opposing Ordyt. "Good thinking, Ordyt-the faster we end them, the better!"
He switches with practiced ease to his screamer pistol then, and fires a pair of shots towards the giant!
Sammad glances back at Flint and gives an almost mischievous grin. "I do so like being shiny...considering what's likely to await us, I could use all the protection I can get..."
From a safe distance, Sammad sights down again with his decoupler pistol. "Take the damned reptile DOWN, people!" He lets out one pair of shots, then drops to a knee and fires another pair.
That'd be swell, ngl. As much as I love being y'all's hype man
"It seems like a useful trick, admittedly...then again I do love to frustrate a bloodthirsty foe." He flashes Bel a quick, impish grin.
Sammad takes a careful step away from the nearest shobhad and sights down on the other before letting loose a pair of shots!
Finished leveling up Sammad. Ability Boosts to Dex[18], Con[14], Int[16], and Cha[19] New Improvisation: Clever Improvisations, I basically get one free Resolve-boost for Improvisations per 10-minute or 8-hour rest. Skill ranks into all of my current skills, including Culture to learn Anassanoi, and one extra rank into Stealth so that I actually have a bonus to that now. Sort of surprised that wasn't there already, truthfully.
Sammad snarls at the zombies. "Dammit, we've come too far to fall to some restless dead! Take them down, comrades! And their maker, too!" He delivers a shot to the nearest zombie as he cries out.
He then pivots and sights down on the zombie closest to Flint. "Focus on the real threat, Captain! We can handle these things!" With that, he fires off a pair of shots at the shambling horror.
Sammad lets out a sigh as the anassanoi finally seem to surrender. "Well, at least nobody had to get hurt. I'll call that a win." As Ordyt moves to secure their weapons, he turns to Bel and Flint. "Thank you...for handling that. I was about to get very cross with them. After getting beaten to within an inch of my life by an efreet after she firebombed a bar full of innocents, I find it so hard to be objective about the Legion, you know?" He seems to pointedly direct that last statement towards Designation Rehljaer with a scowl.
Sammad narrows his eyes at the anassanoi, but steps forward nonetheless. "Talk? That's a nice change of pace...You can start by putting down your weapons, then explaining why you're in Legion uniforms."
"But maybe let's get some numbers on our side first, it certainly can't hurt. If any of the resistance members can fight, we should allow them to - it's their home, after all."
Sammad hypothesized a link between the shamblers and the psychic weapon a couple of turns ago, right before they started going for Flint.
Sammad ponders the other's words as he sees the horrid creatures pour from the skate-rail. "Didn't the resistance say that captive Anassanoi were used to create the psychic weapon that they deployed against the Archipelago? Could these...be some of those captives?" He sets his jaw as Mari finishes setting the charges and rushes away from the tunnel's mouth alongside her. "Let's please get out of here! I've had enough of fighting and zombies for one day!"
Sammad double moves just after Mari, taking a glance towards the melee near the rail skate. He grins a little as he and Mari arrive at the tunnel mouth, "Work fast, friend. The others seem to have this well in hand, for now..."
Sammad moves to follow Mari, unholstering his pistol in case of any resistance. As the others make their dramatic distraction, he almost wolf-whistles in amazement, but stops himself. "Well, well. I couldn't have produced a better distraction if I'd tried." At the sight of the Eclipse Academy symbol, though, he sighs. "For all she wants to be free of that place, she can't stop herself, can she..." Turning back to Mari, he continues in a conspiratorial whisper, "Lead the way, friend, I've got your back." He then moves after her, rushing to move out of the enemy's field of vision as quickly as possible.
Sammad sighs deeply. "Damn it all...Look, we don't exactly have all day for this. If the Legion couldn't get in before, there's no evidence to suggest they'll have any further luck. We may have to settle for removing the Protector's body and quitting this place."
With his comrades clearing the field, Sammad sights down on the final standing soldier. With businesslike calm, he fires off a pair of shots towards them!
Sammad takes another step into the doorway and sights down on the azer attacking Bel. He cries out, "Take them down, friend!", before letting loose another frosty shot!
Sammad strides up to the doorway, zero pistol still up. As he takes a position next to Mari, he draws down on the nearest azer soldier and cries out, "Take them down, friends! For Kahlannal!"
Then he switches targets to the north, against the soldiers still feeling the brunt of Ordyt's grenade, unleashing a pair of shots against the azer!
Sammad pipes up, "I have been carrying these smoke grenades for some time...this seems like a good use for them."
Sammad rushes up beside Mari, drawing his zero pistol as he does. As he gets sights on the nearest of the hound-like creatures he aims and fires off two shots!
As that attack misses, he grunts, then readies and fires again!
Sammad nods sleepily at Ordyt's response. "Exactly, my friend. This isn't a holo-drama, it's war. And for the enemy having every advantage, objectively, we're still managing some successes." He then lets out a long yawn and does a full-body stretch as he adjusts in his seat. "Lady of Flame, I need a nap...wake me when we arrive..."
Sammad ponders the orb, chin in hand. "It's designed to be controlled through telepathy, right? Could Ordyt or Bel try to at least...activate it?"
Sammad prepares to strike alongside Ordyt, but as Flint finishes off the shaitan, he switches to the remaining ifrit. "Doing well, team! Let's finish and get what we came for!" With that, he sends a pair of shots at the tech!
Sammad sights around the corner and follows up Mari by sighting down on the shaitan. He cries out, "Focus on the leader, comrades!", following up with a freezing shot!
Sammad gives a weary chuckle at Bel's response. "Bel-time and place, friend. We've lost the invisible one, I expect-but that mage could still cause trouble at any time. Do you have any advice, as our resident arcanist?"
"I'm with you, Ordyt!" Sammad calls out as he rushes out a step behind Ordyt, trying to use the oread's bulk as a shield, before sliding down behind the pod barricade beside him. "Give them Hell, comrades!"
Sammad quirks an eyebrow at Mari's outburst, turning in the same direction. "What's wrong, Marisol? Are we in danger-immediate danger, that is?"
Sammad growls and sights down on the azer that managed to survive Flint's attack, sending a pair of shots their way!
He calls to Ordyt, "We're handling it. We'll see you patched up once we've routed these oafs."
Sammad smirks as his friends bring down 2 of their opponents with practiced ease, then sights down on the last azer. "Good work all, let's keep this nice and tidy..."
Better late than never!
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