Faith breathed another massive sigh of relief. Everything was okay. Everything was okay.
Of course, she still needed to get away from that headache.
Return to shuttle. Rest for a bit, ideally until head stops hurting.
"Can anyone hear me?" she asked wearily over the radio. She wasn't really expecting an answer, but maybe... Ivan, at least, she had last seen in the same place she had fallen prey to after a while. Maybe she could run in, grab him, and run back out? That was how he got there in the first place, after all...
(( So lets see here. Ivan is unconscious and has had his arms dislocated. Adrian's head is chunky salsa. Victor is pretty much just a left arm and head laying in a field, Mason is staring at a wall and Faith is cowering in the ship. Good job team, good job.))
You scramble back to the shuttle and hide behind it, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible as the pain in your head goes away.
"Can anyone hear me?" you ask over the radio.
I'm gonna try a different build this time. I also think that if this guy dies too I'll just clone Adrian. Call him Adrian 2, make him literally a clone.
Name: Thomas Harrison
Age: 25
Gender:Male
Appearance:Black hair, with one scar on his right cheek. He is obviously of Caucasian descent, but his skin is tanned by spending time out in the sun and heat.
Personal information: Thomas was born a mercenary, and he stayed a mercenary. His parents were bandits, but to him that didn't have the same appeal, so he set out and using the skills he gained, became a gun for hire. He was a sharpshooter back with his parents, so that's what he specialized in, but he thought that sharpshooter wasn't impressive enough, so he went with "Thomas Harrison, Sniper for Hire". While he had a rough enough start, eventually the contracts started rolling in, and he took all the jobs he could. Unfortunately, one of the said jobs was for the HMRC. They were so impressed, they arrested him explicitly to hire him again.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Murder, Being a Mercenary
Stats:
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 0
Willpower: 5
Skills:
Speech: 0
Intuition: 2
Handiwork: 1
Conventional Weapons: 3
Unconventional Weapons: 1
Exotic weapons: 1
Auxiliary systems: 1
Medical tech: 0
Profession:Mercenary (Conventional)
Got it. Feel free to faff about the ship and wait for another chance to get yourself killed.
Gauss Rifle blast to the face, and if that is not sufficient, moar-face punchin'.
[Con wep roll:3-1+1] You line the gauss rifle up and fire stumbling back under the force of the massive recoil. A small section of the creature's massive, boney headdress explodes as the hypersonic round smashes through it, but the beast's only response is a guttural roar and charge. [Dex roll:6-1] You step to the side like a professional Matador and bring your fist down on the creature's spine as it charges by. [Uncon wep roll:4+1] Your fist connects and a sound like thunder rolls out from the blow as the creature's midsection is turned into a fine slurry, the massive horned head crashing to the ground and digging a short trench as the beast skids to a stop, flails weakly and dies.
(You're really owning it up on these rolls right now.)