Team chosen is thus:Mission 2: Gamington+Snowstar, woar, aliwhale, bearphant, 5 cogs.
Mission 3: Overlord, (Chemista+German), succubus, hunter, 5 cogs, 2 wuffle cogs. (you have Nine 'Land troops' and two 'flying' troop)
"Very well, Overlord," Chemista nods. Cerulean looks at you for a moment like a kicked puppy, while German swallows heavily and then nods with a bark.
"Woof, I'll do my best!"
"The Hunt shall hunt!" the Hunter declares proudly sounding his horn.
The Zeppelin is primed and readied, as is the Submarine
2) Marine. Can you feel the waves tonight, dude? I can feel the waveesss and they're smooothhhh. Destruction. "A rich folks ship is going to pass near our lair soon enough. While it does, we could manage to acquire some interesting stuff from it..." Chemista comments. "Provided we know who to send." Send Gamington For Ultimate Dance-Dance Version Twenty! Send Psysquid for Fried Sushi! Send Chemista for Ice Sculptures! she snorts then, "I think I'd probably find some keen...financial benefactors. Gamington would probably be the soul of the party and Psysquid..." she rolls her eyes, "I think he'd probably end up doing something stupid to try and look badass. Who is he trying to impress? His side-kick?"
3) The world needs a world-class News Television. Control. "uhm, we could acquire the rights of a small broadcast television. With just a few repairs it might even transmit worldwide...of course, we'd have to...vacate the past crew. I think space would be a nice solution. We tie them to a giant slingshot and throw them in space together with the space station." She nods then to herself. "If that doesn't work, we can always just steal the entire broadcast tower and plop it down nearby. I'm sure that their lower floors on the seabed wouldn't be bad...only interns sleep in the lower floors of broadcasting towers after all."
SHIP CARNAGE
The moon illuminates the sea's surface as tiny waves infringe against the sides of the ship.
The name PROMETHEUS is inscribed upon its side.
"Oh, Jack!" a young and buxom lady exclaims. "It's wonderful!"
"I know, my love," the man replies with a bright smile. "Do you want me to finish your painting?"
"Maybe in the car, here I feel it's a bit chilly. Like...I don't know..."
"Plop." The sound makes the woman frown.
"What was that?"
"Plop. Plop."
"Uhm...I heard it too."
"And the Dance-Dance Party will be..."
"Plop. Plop. Plop."
The next moment, Snowstar's limbs pull him beyond the railing, as Lord Gamington twirls his lance and screams. "NOBODY MOVES! THIS IS AN EVIL OVERLORD MISSION OF CONQUEST! WHERE IS MY ULTIMATE DANCE-DANCE VERSION TWENTY!? I know you have it here somewhere!"
"GAH!" the woman jumps in Jack's arms...or at least she would, if the man was still there.
Falling on the ground, she stares as beasts literally enter the bridge of the ship from all sides.
Lord Gamington walks inside, in the main deck area.
He looks around for a moment, and then blinks.
"Uhm..."
The rich folks all stand in the back, holding on to shady looking green packages. On the floor, the mat for Ultimate DANCE DANCE version Twenty is visible...just as the challenger on it.
A man wearing a completely green outfit, with a wide five-pronged leaf-mask.
"I am green power, dude," he states plainly, before snapping his fingers. A group of rasta-haired men (6) walks in from the sides. "You're doing something really not cool, brother," he adds then shaking his head -and dreadlocks- "Not cool at all."
"My!" Lord Gamington exclaims. "Why don't we settle this...with a DANCE!?"
1d12= 9 + 2 (Lord Gamington) + 6 (The Lance of Cane, the Cain Doom Lance...the, you got the gist of it!) + 1.5(Snowstar- Feel the power of Ice) +1.25 (Cogs) + 2(Bearphant-My tusk are sharp while I charge!)+ 2 (Woar-I was bred for Carnage and Death!) + 3 (Aliwhale- Hydroblast, or 'Long Live the Water') 26. 75 Vs 1d12= 7 + 6 (Green Shield!) + 4(The Power of Protecting the Green) + 6(We are the Rastamen!)= 26.75 Vs 23 = 3.75!
Lord Gamington fights off the 'Green Power' hero with ease, using his lance and thrusting it forth. The lance impacts against a green shield, as the Green Hero yells.
"Nature protects me! Monstrous creature, be gone from this place!"
"Never without the DANCE DANCE!" Gamington retorts angrily.
The Woar tears into one of the rasta-minions, tearing it apart and chewing on its entrails.
"Ugh," Green Power nearly retches. "What foul beasts have you freed upon this ship!?"
"The very best that mutagens can build! Sure, they are a bit ugly to see..."
The Aliwhale
Hydroblasts into mush another rasta man.
"And they're a bit heavy-handed..."
The Bearphant charges and impales on its tusks two more rasta-men.
"but they're just misunderstood critters in the end!"
Snowstar freezes the two remaining rastamen.
"No! My men!"
The Green Power Hero growls, even as the Cogs manage to overrun his shield and lightly wound him. "YOU WILL NOT TOUCH MY GRASS!"
1d12= 9+11.75 vs 1d12= 12+4(The power of Green)= 20.75Vs 16= 4.75+0.75(of before) 5.50 total damage.
He holds the line, albeit his powers begin to wane as Lord Gamington's lance thrusts itself forth to pierce the hero's shoulder while the beasts try to charge at him.
"Surrender! I was told to be merciful! Just let it be!"
"I..." the Bearphant charges and tears apart one of the extremely rich guys.
"I think I will take your offer," the Green Power Hero says before dashing out of the scene.
The GREEN POWER Hero has Run Away!
Lord Gamington Wins the Battle!
The animals proceed then to wreck havoc on the ship, as the cogs loot what they can and...well, Lord Gamington just claps his hand as he smiles brightly.
"let's just bring it all back!"
Resources Acquired: Luxury Items (Now Two of them you have). Rich folks corpses. Floating Luxury Cruise -Not useable in missions, but upgradeable to Floating Back-up Base!Meanwhile...BROADCAST CARNAGE
The dingy sign of 'The Life of Snails 24Hour Broadcast' is the first thing you see.
The second is that the station is overrun with snails.
The third is that the crew is composed of coated in saliva persons with snails going about their entire bodies.
"Hello!" an excited -and snail covered- woman waves at you as you and your group stop in the lobby. "Have you come to invest in Snail-News? Would you like to acquire us? We'd really like to be acquired, you know? My debt collector are really mean and if I can get the debt off my back I'd really, really be happy."
You look around for a moment. There really isn't much to say about the place...
Oh God the Bad Luck moment exists.
1d12= 1 + 2 (Pure Control) + 2 (chemista) + 1(Ex Overlordess) + 1 (German-Assisting) + 1 (Succubus -She's a woman covered in snails!) + 0 (I'm a Hunter, you expect me to talk to my preys?) + 1.25 (Cog!) + 0 (Wuffle-Wuffle-WUT!?) Vs 1d12= 2 + 4 (Force of Desperation. Acquire us or they'll tear down my house and sell my organs to the black market, and you know, that's kind of important because...) 9.25 vs 6
"I think we can get it for free," you remark.
"But...but please?" she pleads eying you with tears in the corner of her eyes. It would be sort-of cute...if it weren't for the snails slowly trudging a spit-path on her forehead. That's sort of disgusting to even watch actually.
"Does anyone have some salt?" Chemista asks then, before watching as German woofs, leaves and returns with a salt container. "Thank you, German," Chemista says then, patting the dog-man's head.
"We don't believe in violence," the girl whimpers as she slowly gets down and crawls in a 'ball' like form. "We will shield ourselves like our brothers and sisters snails do."
The rest of the crew does the same thing.
"Can I salt them?" Chemista asks you, looking at the situation. "Because really. I'm not letting this bunch of psychos remain with the broadcasting tower."
Advisor EventDo you take the broadcasting tower 'salting' the crew, hence leaving them at the mercy of the debt collectors?
Do you actually 'pay' to acquire the rights of the broadcasting crew?
Do you...do something else?I'll have to update the wiki with the new creatures/abilities/heroes whatnot before it overwhelms me.