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"No. Thisstle no want to work for town," Thisstle says petulantly. She crosses her arms over her chest. "|Thisstle only go under hill to help Khonnir and show she is better than stoopid dwarf. Now Thisstle rich, maybe she go wandering. Been in Torch for long time...now know secret. Is boring."
"Hill is actually buried space ship. Hellion cult live in there, steal power from ship to run tech. No power go to ships's bum, ship no s*@& torch. We reattach power to ship's bum, now torch back," Thisstle explains. "Duh."
"Cool! Let's go fix Khonnir!" Thisstle says, hopping up and down with glee.
The power relay will only work if we don't turn back on the torch, right? Also, if we leave it set on the power relay, it will explode and destroy the town, right? What do we have that needs charged that badly? The only thing Thisstle has is the armor, and she won't even be continuing on to the next book. Now that we've found this healing Khonnir isn't a bad idea though. I kinda thought we'd done that already for some reason.
Thisstle begins crawling all over and around the reactor, examining it and seeing if she can come up with anything.
Thisstle leaps off the platform and grabs onto the robot again. "NOBODY ESCAPE THISSTLE!"
Thisstle continues to struggle with the robot, holding it in place until Groog is free to deal with it.
Thisstle tries to restrain the robot further. "No one escapes the Thisstle!"
Thisstle continues running at the robot and then leaps onto it, still screeching like a little monkey.
Thisstle runs into the room and immediately scampers up one of the ladders onto the platform. "AIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Thisstle swipes the white card. "Get ready!"
Thisstle shrugs and then goes to open the other door in the room.
"It's a grapple gun, Birdman. You can use it to climb stuff, or can shoot people with it and then it will stick in flesh and yank them to you. Fun fun fun!" the goblin giggles wickedly. "Take long time to reload though, only good for one time in fight. Probably give to Groog?"
Thisstle examines the tech.
Thissle goes and examines a container.
Seeing a long hallway, she shakes her head again and turns to open the next door instead.
Seeing the hallway of death, Thisstle shakes her head. "Not this way!" she says, before scampering up into the room where they encountered Hellion's minions and opening one of the doors there.
Thisstle takes the white access card and heads over to the double doors near the hologram table. "We check here first," she says, swiping the card to open the door.
Thisstle does her best to explain the concept of tape to the others. Then she confesses to having no idea what the rest of the stuff does.
"Birdman speak sense. Hellion must be god...or maybe prophet of god. Thisstle will look at stuffs, one minute..."
Thisstle scampers towards the sound of their next foes. She takes a moment to focus herself against the pain coursing from her wounds. With that done, she feels a little stronger and ready to shank more longshanks and rodents.
Thisstle runs up the steps, tumbling past one ratfolk to slash at the one previously wounded by Hoots.
Thissle darts in behind Groog, then through his legs. She whips out her scimitar and slices open the orc's stomach, hoping to finish him off. "For Hellion? We are Hellions!"
"What am garter?" the goblin wonders.
"Groog so dumb. Not in here," Thisstle says pointing to the table. "It a picture of this whole place!" she says, pointing to everything around them. "Like a map, but can see all dimensions. We in this part Thisstle suspect," she continues, pointing to the rear of the ship's image near the engines.
"Hey you guys! Thisstle think we inside this thing! Look!" the goblin engineer says, pointing to the image of the spacecraft floating above the table.
Easily distracted as always, Thisstle wanders over to look at the holo-table. "What this?"
Thisstle cackles maniacally as she watches Groog. "Thisstle likes Groog. He's funny!"
"Groog, quick your axe! Chop bad birdy's head off!" Thisstle shouts as she struggles to keep the creature pinned. She kicks it repeatedly in the head to make sure it stays down, while using its horns to hold its head still for Groog's blow.
"Quick, everyone except Groog help Thisstle hold it down!!"
"Ow!" Thisstle grumbles. "Screw you buddy!" She bites onto its ear, and tries to dig her fingers into its eyeballs. One she gets a good grip on its eyelids, she starts jerking about wildly, trying to throw it to the floor.
Thisstle returns the creature's angry shriek with a growl. "Nice jewelry, but that won't save you from Thisstle!" She scampers quickly into the room and behind the creature, before leaping onto its back.
Thisstle shrugs at the orcs. "How them get here?" she wonders. After hoots finds the white card, Thisstle takes it from him and scampers over to the next door in the complex. "We keep going!" she says, swiping the card in the door opener.
Thisstle snatches up the robot's electro-club, turning it over and about in her hands. She mutters to her self, "What is this? What, is, thisssssss?"
With the robot firmly in hand, Thisstle takes a moment to fart on its metallic face. "F%$# you robot!" Then she hops off and says to Groog, "Groog, smash it head!" while hopping up and down and pointing at the robot's head.
Thisstle takes advantage of the robot's stunned condition to snatch Hoot's rope and quickly loop it over the robot's arms and legs, before tying it off with a complicated knot.
"Someone tie up Robot quick, Thisstle no can hold forever!" the little goblin shrieks, accidentally flinging her wig off in her struggles. Her bald warty pate is offensive in its wrinklyness.
Thisstle screeches angrily, then tries to pin the robot. The electricity running through her system, combines with the sheer weight differential to make her efforts useless.
Thisstle is no so easily dissauded. "Robot don't know who is f#~%ing with!" she instructs the machine as she leaps onto it once again.
Thisstle runs into the room and jumps on the robot. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" she screams.
Thisstle swipes her brown card in the door.
Thisstle prods her orcish mount over to the western door with her heels, tugging on his ears to steer. Once they arrive, she examines the western door. What kind of card we need for this? she wonders.
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