A very annoyed lizard rears his head. "We wait. A bunch of wandering personnel will cause more harm than good during an outage."
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I am back, thank you all for the understanding. I will get caught up as quickly as possible.
After a protracted battle with cancer, a close relative of mine has passed. I will be sitting shiva for her and will not have much time to be online for the next week. If you need to bot me, please do.
"Done and done, your terms of surrender are acceptable!"The large lizard moves up close and touches the elder pilot's forehead, allowing ash and blood to stain her skin. "Now, can we get on with the business of making sure you civilians do not have the soldier's reality of holding your insides in your hand while praying to whatever being you hold dear that the closest available medic is not currently holding in his own entrails at the same moment. Though I find it funny that a specialized civilian, a hot shot pilot as it were, is arguing against there being specialized civilians."
Tujon catches the pistol as it flies towards him, twirling it around into a firing position and shoots his unarmored hand, singing the scales. The same inscrutable look does not leave his face. "You follow orders when given, but your behavior borders on impudence." Tujon flexes the smoldering hand in front of himself for all to see. "The point of this exercise is to show you why I attempted to draw our enemies fire away from the rest of you, and why this tactic was not mere insanity on my part. Your bodies are weak and vulnerable, it is not your fault, but your minds are not as pitiable. So let's turn those minds away from being an obstructive pain in my cloaca, it does not aid us in working together. Drills are not just there to teach what we need to do, they are there to teach cohesion and trust. They teach us how to work together as a team and not constantly step on each other's tails. So will you at least take these seriously, if not out of respect for me than for the care of your teammates here?"
Same here. I just realized I was logged out and catching up now. Thought it had just been a slow day.
Tujon walks in to the room, takes one look at Molly, and pulls his pistol from its holster. Flipping it around in one hand so he holds it by the barrel he tosses it to the surly pilot and as she catches it (Because no one does not catch things tossed at them in the movies and I am sure she has the reflexes to catch a soft toss.) he say, "Shoot me in the chest, I know you want to."
I bring the cloaca. Also, picking up an azimuth laser pistol, azimuth laser rifle, 3 smoke grenades, 3 sticky bomb grenades, and 3 frag grenades. With my armor and my doshko that places me at my 6 bulk limit before hitting encumbered.
Sign of good role play when the other side can't separate the characters emotion from what they believe the player must be feeling. I will take the worry as a supreme compliment. Edit:Or if you thought I might think you hate me, nah you all good sir.
Tujon stares Molly directly in the eyes as the crew whispers around him. "What do you call it when you rehearse what to do in case of a fire on board?" Dead serious words hang in the air as the captain invokes the greatest fear any spacer can know. A fire, no matter how small, can quickly spread within a ships cramped quarters. Even if the fire itself does not kill, the smoke can overwhelm the carbon scrubbers and quickly make the recycled air toxic, then you are left with a slow choking death in the void of space. "I do hope you do not skip out just because it is a fire drill." And with that the terrible lizard being steps out, leaving behind a half-filled plate of squirming protein mass. His final words as the hatch closes like a mausoleum door. "Two hours."
Tujon makes a funny face for a second..."Your mating rituals are strange and needlessly complicated. I prefer the traditional way, she attempts to disembowel you and you prove that she can not kill you so easily, you mate, she lays a clutch of eggs, a season later you watch as your young devour each other until only a few strong and cunning survivors remain. I look forward to the day my spawn seek me out to challenge me for primacy and attempt to rest their inheritance from my teeth." Tujon suddenly rises to his full height and moves way quicker than his bulk has any business moving. Towering over his pilot, he looks down at her and speaks in an even controlled manner."Also, restating my offer in a way that makes it your idea, and in the process belittles the original seriousness and diplomatic nature of my response, this is not a healthy idea. It has taken me many years to understand this "sarcasm" your species is so fond of, but don't think you may use it and I will not know that you are mocking what niceties a give. My suggested course of action is for the survival of the crew, we were all sloppy and uncoordinated and we can not afford such weaknesses in our cohesion. I do not want your blood on my scales little one, I find you useful."
Tujon looks over his disappointed crew and holds an annoyed look for a few seconds, the sharp intake of air before the crashing wave of anger warns each and everyone of you before the reaction comes... and then your captain starts making a low chuffing sound in his throat. It takes most of you many moments to realize the captain is laughing. "There is no off duty, every day is a duty that must be carried out with precision and honor. So says the Conqueror, so say we all. The little ones understand, see how happy they are. It is a wonder that you little ape things have managed to survive long enough to reach the stars." The chuffing sound continues a few breaths more and suddenly ends without warning, and what passes for a bemused look crosses the lizard faces craggy scales. "You may have two hours for meditation and reflection, but then we must inspect what weapons each of us brings, where weaknesses in our kits can be shored up, and finally we must drill on proper tactics so we may operate efficiently during our next battle. Afterwards you will have time for this "Off-Duty" you speak of." The large officer heads over to the food repository and begins pulling out a sizeable meal. muttering under his breath "off-duty" and chuffing to himself.
Tujon comes in like a storm upon a alluvial fan, all spit polish and barely controlled speed. "Good morning my good mammalian crew, are we all ready for another lovely day of drills and inspections?" The absolute glee in his voice reminds the crew of a large predator chasing down prey under a full moon. The stimulants the Vesk imbibe do not seem to have the say kind of lasting side effects that alcohol has on mammalian physiology.
"Boy, the slow blade pierces the field. Some times a laser pistol is less effective than a good doshko." "I have a path, I walk that path, I shall drag all along with me to glory and reward." "Large metal monster, living tech doors, stranded scientists from an unknown well funded group out where we expected to be the first to go... nope, nothing strange at all."
"To those who followed their orders to the very end." Tujon knocks back a shot of thick red liquid and slams it down hard on the table. "And to those who are still here, may they continue to find the opportunity to advance their ambitions."
Speaking of ship refit, I'm going to take a quick look. Can we get the link to the ship added to the info so I don't have to go searching the posts for it please? Edit: Doubled the shields and added mark 6 defenses for good measure. Next tier I'm thinking of shaving some off the defenses and adding a launcher to each of the side arcs.
Tujon quickly looks over the reports for the ship repairs, and then trusts that the crew knew what they were doing. "I believe we deserve a good stiff drink and a tasty meal. Come then, we will feast and share tales of our glory On the field of battle." The large, and rather more jovial than you are used to, Vesk heads off towards the cantina with crew in tow.
Boiler plate message. Due to the statistical certainty that at least one person in any of my games is celebrating some kind of Christmas thing... Merry Christmas. I will be taking part in the long standing Jewish tradition of Chinese food and a bad horror film if anybody needs a suggestion on what to do. This years bad horror film, "Killer Clowns From Outer Space". A classic.
Tujon looks for the reports he required of his crew while he ceremonially cleans his command throne and the Pilot's position.
Tujon glares at the impertinence of his pilot, having left her with cleaning duties he had hoped would keep her busy and from under foot while he dealt with the higher-ups. "As my pilot says, we entered the field as a disciplined force, made maneuvers to the target, encountered resistance, and extricated the civilians before the whole moon came apart. Most likely that was some kind of forward military post from some long forgotten war and we just tripped the defense programs."
B'sha'ah tova sir. May she be happy and healthy.
Tujon waits through the Commander dressing down the crowd, fully convinced that these things did not apply to his crew. His tail whips lazily when the three crews were called out for debriefing, obviously ready to get this over with and get back to work.
Lol, I meant induct and not conscript, but somehow the phrasing fits the character.
"Well,time to clean our scales and sharpen our teeth. Gunners, you will accompany me as an honor guard. Pilot, you did well out there, take a moment to revel in your personal glory and then clean up this space... Except for the command throne and your own seat, I will be back for those myself. Comms, I will want a full damage report and repair schedule when I return, see if you can conscript a willing volunteer from the civilians, otherwise you will be engineering as well." Without another word, Tujon begins the long march to division command.
Tujon shakes his head and snaps out of his enjoyment of the view. "We are alive, that is what matters. Stations give report and access damages, and coms, patch me through to someone who knows what is going on out there."
Tujon seems transfixed by the beauty of drift space.
"It is coming from the center of that ball of rock pilot. It may have created it as camouflage, a marvelous tactic meant to ambush the unwary." Tujon grins his toothy lizard grin at the idea of piloting such a vessel. "Some day, we may crew such a fine vessel ourselves, and then we shall be the most feared crew ever to ply the space lanes."
"Oh good, now the real battle begins." Tujon shifts in his throne, ready for anything. "Prepare to return to the Exodus, we need to get these civilians off my ship."
As to the intimidation check, I can only do that once per person I think. I don't know how long this get out of dodge is going to take and I do not wish to waste those checks if I can avoid it. Being a non-diplomatic captain in early levels has its disadvantages.
"If it isn't one of ours, shoot it down. Pilot, do your best not to intercept any of that artillery, I prefer to be on this side of the stars. Engineering, more power to thrust. Comms, cut that jamming and get me a clear channel." The large Lizard seemed to revel in the chaotic battle as it engulfed the ship before opening a ship wide comms. "Too our passengers, remain strapped in for the length of enemy hostility and enjoy the free entertainment."
Sites been giving me a hassle. Will be getting caught up in a few hours.
Tujon hits the bridge at a dead run, vaulting the side of the command throne and strapping himself in for the hard fight ahead. A gleam of fervor twinkling in his eye, he watches a mere moment as his crew take their assigned positions before truning to Molly. "Pilot, take her out hard and fast, Maximum thrust and weapons hot." Tujon then switches over to the main command channel for the Exodus battle fleet. In a deep booming voice, "Exodus command, this is Harridan Actual. We are hot and incoming with civilians on board. Situation and orders?"
I see what I did wrong. Drop the shields down to basic 40 and it will fix both issues. That site is very useful. Rules change for forum makes sense.
"We could always fight, but our losses would be unacceptable. Better to move on our ship at speed." Tujon watches the battle unfolding before him, taking three measured breaths before charging headlong back towards his ship. The others would just have to follow.
Tujon growls in annoyance at the door. "I do not care who opens it, as long as we can get through."
"Vesk is Vesk, we all serve as we can." Tujon works to get his people back towards the ships, helping the scientists as he can.
You aren't the only one good buddy. Hope they fix it soon.
"Captain Vesk to you Lady Rat. Now, wounded, where are they?"
Tujon starts moving towards the fracas as it unfolds.
"Ysoki, tell your new friend to back everyone away from the door." Tujon motions for Jacob to toss his ordnance while holding up three fingers.
Tujon stands against the wall and rests. "We have all lost. Otherwise none of us would tack on with a ship headed out into the far unknown."
Tujon smiles as he reaches down and rests the barrel of his gunnery officers rifle against what you are pretty sure is his heart. "If you think I am mad, then pull your trigger. It is not showboating, it is not play, it is not for your cameras." He taps his chest to accent each word, the sound of his knuckles rapping the metal getting louder as he says what it is not for. "The Veskarium has a proud history of tactics that work, my mistake was I forgot we have not trained for this. I forget, your scaleless hides do not spend every day in practice and meditation, I some times wonder how your world's did not fall long before we came." "It is good though. We will train, or you will shoot me... the choice is yours."
Tujon kicks one of the robots before turning to face his crew. The sound of his metal encased foot slamming against the chest plate reverberates through the room. A look of ire and fervor seems equal parts cold calculation and impassioned hatred only a Vesk can muster. "And when I find a suitable rifle among my enemies I will turn it against them. I am in the stream Damoritosh has chosen for me, I will not be turned aside due to the little inconvenience of being bereft a modern side arm. A Vesk is never truly unarmed. Next time, I will draw their fire with my charge, do take cover behind me.." The lizard stares over the mess in front of him. "Now, if we are done with that, their is a drone to be accessed that might lead us directly to our quarry. If not, we keep moving till we find the right room with a squad of these practice dummies in front of it. No quarter will be given."
No worries mate, I take no offense. Tujon is going to have issues with crew integration at first. He is used to vesk military strictures and a brief stint of merc work. You are all a lot more frail and unarmored then he is used to.
Tujon continues to smash at the tin cans, this time with his claws.
Tujon spits at the beast he is fighting before swishing low for a hard tail slap.
With the continued beating on constructed foe.
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