Evil Roy and SpeaksEvil Roy puts his bear sword to good use, presumably hoping that it works on something as vague as an impending sense of doom as he tries to stab one of the livelier stormtroopers with it.
Shoot the alive one Roy doesn't.
[4] Evil Roy draws the Ursus and ambulates over to the Stormtrooper still in reach. He, perhaps, has a theory that the power of the weapon might work on the uncomfortable knowledge of mortality and fear of the unknown, and fear of the unknown alien invaders, currently afflicting the Stormtroopers. The screams of the trooper pumped full of Psychos continue in the background.
[Dodge:6] Evil Roy's swings drive the Stormtrooper back with stumbling steps until he trips on the doorway of Security and goes sprawling into the room.
[6-1=5] Before Evil Roy can skewer him, he manages to get his hands around his submachine beam weapon and
[Dodge:1-1+1=1] points the barrel right against Evil Roy's vague mass.
[Damage:4*2=8] White-hot beams of energy lance into his form again and again, until the trooper's weapon clicks empty. The pain is beyond description.
[3-1=2] The Nazi stares at his weapon and the still-alive Evil Roy with an expression of dawning horror.
[4] [Dodge:1] Evil Roy takes a moment to convey his displeasure and then proceeds to impale the man on his sword.
[Damage:5*2=10] The blood gushes out with intense, amplified force,
[1] blasting into Evil Roy with the approximate force of a wicked right hook.
[Stunning:6+1=6] The alien is covered in gore, but pushes on regardless, perhaps even pleased.
At the same time, Speaks has been targeting the other still-standing Nazi.
[3] Though the man is behind armored glass, Speaks has faith in the precision of his tiny teeth.
[Dodge:3] The spinning, rather yellowish, tooth strikes the glass
[Damage:3/2=2-2=0] and gets stuck in it, deforming it inwards slightly. The Nazi behind is unharmed, but his glee is short-lived, as he turns to see the blood-covered, sword-wielding Evil Roy in the room with him, looming over the horrifyingly mutilated body of his comrade and backlit by the tortured screams of the Psychos-ed trooper.
[3-2=1] The pained trooper is no condition to do anything productive.
[3] 'I... surrender?' the still-standing Nazi says, admirably hopeful.
Evil Roy looks around in the Security room. There are a number of monitors showing camera feeds from the ship. There appears to be one of the hall they came from - a surprising amount of plants appear to have sprouted since their departure, one of Medical - the girl appears to have calmed down, one of the Cells - there appears to be atleast one prisoner, currently singing something impressively lewd in Russian, one of the Bridge - is that Vissilik? And several of corridors, of the engine room, and so.
One wall of Security is given over to weapons. There are more MPL-188s, pistols and what seem to be sticks with skulls on them. Nazi insignia is a bit repetitive, really. There are also radios, and some kind of blueprints.
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Nazi Stormtrooper 5 [HP:3/5]
*
Close Range to Evil Roy and Speaks. -2 to CR, -1 to all actions, writhing on the floor in horrifying, horrifying pain.*MPL-188 [Damage 4/
Close-Ranged I,
Volatile/Nazi]
Nazi Stormtrooper 8 [HP:5/5]
*
Inside Security, Close Range to Evil Roy, In Cover to Speaks.*MPL-188 [Damage 4/
Close-Ranged I,
Volatile/Nazi]
Status: Gnarly.
HP: 22/30
Possessions:-
Tooth Gun [Damage 3/
Precise, Special Ammo/Teeth]
-The Terrorporter [
Terror Port]
-Dazzle Suit (Variant IX) [Unuseable.]
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
Status: Evil. Purplish?
HP: 12/30
Possessions: -
'Reaver' Powered Crossbow [Damage 4/
Close-Ranged I,
Stunning +1, Special Ammo/Sadistic, Mind-Altering]
-
Ursus Amplifier Sword [Damage 5/Amplifier/Bear, Intensify]
-Maelocht's Gloves [
Soulgnawer]
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
Hug London. Then load up on medical supplies and heal her.
Hug Crit. Try to repair him/heal myself. Dig through those records and try to find something useful.
In this cold, cruel world, sometimes a hug is just what you need. The two Heroes embrace on the floor of Medical, and that simple act already makes them feel much better. Still, they decide a little heal/repair-work is in order, too.
[3] Crit gathers what first-aid materials it can and applies some to London, patching up her wounds, dosing her with a plethora of painkillers. That should keep her going for a while longer, at least.
[5] London, in turn, breaks open a few machines of dubious medical purpose and tears off a few cabinet doors and trays of medical equipment. She binds them around Crit's damages with whatever's at hand, giving him more fine scrap armor. That's the best she can do without tools.
London: +5 HP
Crit: +5 HP [5] London, feeling a little better, goes to rummage through the records. They appear to be a collection of medical reports with names like 'Test Log: Extra Appendage Grafting', or 'Rampant Tissue Growth Complications, Test Subject #422', and 'Project Übermensch Autopsies, Lot 220'. Though she's no scientist, it's clear the Nazis have been working on some (undoubtedly morally dubious) experiments to alter the human form. There's also frequent requests for replacement lightbulbs to a lab on the
Germania. In fact, most of these tests appear to have been performed there.
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Status: Rattled.
HP: 23/25
Possessions:-
Grímnir's Hold [Damage 6/
Unwieldy I, Ancient Wards/Containment]
-
Kodion Thermal Shield [DR: -2/Shield Use: 3/
Fire Barrier/Fire]
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
Status: Obsolete.
HP: 20/30
Possessions:
-Dress Sword [Damage 3/Nazi]
+Nazi First Aid Materials (2)
+Mega Seeds
+SGP Glue
+Last Resort Explosive Digger
+0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
"Beyond his time? BEYOND HIS TIME?! I am Vissilik, and it is I that is a genius beyond his time! Nyaaaaaaaah!"
Show this Nazi a TRUE genius beyond his time! By stabbing him a lot!
Agitated, Vissilik goes once more for the kill.
[4+1=5] He screeches out his fury and
[Dodge:6-2-1=3] slashes and stabs wildly at the smug fat bastard. Gordion does its best to guide his incredibly poor swordsmanship, but the blade barely touches flesh.
[Damage:2/2=1+2=3] Greyfang draws a little blood, but the Captain still keeps on his feet. Infuriating.
[3+1=4] [Dodge:3-1=2] Vissilik curses the world as the Captain's counter-blow catches him squarely in the chest. This little battle is proving incredibly annoying.
[Damage:5] He decides to ignore the pain and the bleeding, lest his opponent get even smugger.
[1+1=2] The Captain offers a curt aristocratic smile to the crowd rather than press his advantage,
[6+1=6] and Vissilik makes him pay for his showboating.
[Dodge:1-2-1=1] Greyfang flashes and plunges itself into the Nazi bastard. Gordion beeps happily for this success.
[Damage:2*2=4+2=6] The Captain screams out in pain and staggers back, nearly stumbling into the audience. He looks down at his newest wound and then, slowly, waveringly, collects himself once more.
Then he... winks? There's a slight click from his monocle.
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The Captain [HP:3/20]
*
Close Range to Vissilik*SS Electro-Sword [Damage 5/
Disrupting II/Nazi]
*Personal Monocle [Appears to grant access to Nazi systems. May shoot lasers?]
*
Fat Bastard*
Skilled Duelist*Scanned [-2 to Dodge against Vissilik, history of inbreeding uncovered, guilty pleasures (knitting, romance novels) learned]
Status: Genial.
HP: 9/30
Possessions:-
Greyfang [Damage 2/
Tearing II,
Inspiring/Wolf]
-
Gordion Personal Drone [Shield DR:-2/Combat Scanning/Servant, Intelligence]
-The Green Hat [Can shoot out poisoned money. Stylish.]
0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
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