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[Harry Baldman]

Touche. Why didn't they just teleport you into the main balloon in spacesuits and tell you to shred it?

((Yeah, like anyone's about to give us a spacesuit. Those are expensive, you know.))

[Digital Hellhound]

Space magic has been known to murder characters who ask too many questions. Also, do the Justice Corps seem like an organization concerned with things like 'forward planning or 'being efficient'? That doesn't sound very Heroic to me.

[ATHATH]

Space magic has been known to murder characters who ask too many questions. Also, do the Justice Corps seem like an organization concerned with things like 'forward planning or 'being efficient'? That doesn't sound very Heroic to me.

Wouldn't that mean that the majority of scientists would be-

*ZAAAPPP*

[Ruludos]

 ((Much less entertaining, too. A plan like "teleport them right to the boss" sounds like it has almost no chance of horrifying death at all!))

[IronyOwl]

"Yes, flee! FLEE BEFORE YOUR NEW MASTERS!"

Vissilik ran over to catch one of the fleeing Nazis.

"Device! SCAAAAAAAAN HIIIIIIM AAAHAHAHAHAHA!

And you!" He shook the Nazi dramatically, waving his sword around in a vaguely, erratically menacing sort of way. "Tell me where your master is, that I may slay him, claim his hat, AND THEN RULE THIS SKYSHIP AS ITS ONE TRUE MASTER!"

Catch, scan, and interrogate one of these "Nazi" humanoids.

[Ruludos]

that I may slay him, claim his hat, AND THEN RULE THIS SKYSHIP

((The hat is important. Only way to tell who's in charge.))

[Digital Hellhound]

London Tanner

London points to the panicked Nazi crowd. "That way! For JUSTICE!"

Charge and attack the closest Nazi scum!

There is no better way to start one's Heroic career than indiscriminate murder, and London isn't about to waste any time. She picks the nearest Nazi, a thin-faced man in dress uniform staring at them with wide eyes, and hefts up Grímnir's Hold. [4-1=3] London leaps down from the table and [Dodge:2] [Damage:6] bisects a Nazi skull as she swings down with the ancient weapon. Blood and brain matter spurts out and fragments of shattered bone spin off from the sheer force of the blow. First blood is hers. For a moment, the wards are suffused with a pleasant, reddish glow.

The Nazis who witnessed the event seem, if possibly, even more frenzied in their attempts to get out, though a few officers seem to be digging for pistols in holsters. Towards the main exit, London even spots someone waving a ceremonial sabre around.

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Spoiler: London Tanner (click to show/hide)

Status: Normal.
HP: 30/30
Possessions:
-Grímnir's Hold [Damage 6/Unwieldy I, Ancient Wards/Containment]
-Kodion Thermal Shield [DR: -2/Shield Use: 3/Fire Barrier/Fire]
-Strange Metallic Powder
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None

Evil Roy

Time to give these fellows a good stabbing with my bear blade. Maybe grab one with the glove if anyone is sufficiently disabled.

Evil Roy is as eager to get in on the fun. [4] He swoops down to the floor and faces off against a gentleman in a nice suit. They lock eyes for a second, as far as anything can lock anything with Evil Roy, and then the poor bastard turns to run screaming. Evil Roy is right on his tail, so to speak, [Dodge:3] and slashes in a wide arc with the bearsword. [Damage:5/2=3] The humming blade catches the man across the back and sends him sprawling with a trail of hot blood. Evil Roy closes in, stretching his glove in preparation. The mouths snap and wail, seemingly in anticipation.

[5] Wounded as he is, the man proves helpless against Evil Roy's grip. He closes the gloved appendage around the man's skull and lets it feast. Rapid-fire gnawing and thrashing follows, while the chaos in the hall continues uninterrupted around them. When Evil Roy withdraws his glove-extremity, the man is no longer moving. Tiny bite marks adorn his face with such frequency it's hard to actually distinguish any facial features anymore. Second blood has gone to Evil Roy and his Evil Hand-thing.

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Spoiler: Evil Roy (click to show/hide)

Status: Evil. Purplish?
HP: 30/30
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

Speaks

Shoot the one that looks most dangerous.  Just pick randomly in case of tie.

Speaks is of a more thinking nature. He scans the rapidly-emptying room - the main doors are still blocked, but there seem to be men with actual helmets and guns trying to make their way in. Closer to home, a few of the dinner guests appear to have found their courage. He spots a thick-set Nazi waving around a buzzing pistol [3] and takes his shot at the exact same time as his enemy. [Nazi Dodge:4] The Tooth Gun bangs and a tiny but damned sharp molar shoots out with astounding speed, only to whoosh straight past the Nazi and embed into the wall far behind him. The Nazi's own pistol gives off a warbling sound and spits out a blast of white-hot energy that [Dodge:4] Speaks whirls out of the way of with ease. The two combatants glare at eachother, ready for round two.

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Spoiler: Opponents (click to show/hide)

Nazi Aristocrat [HP:5/5]
*Close Range
*Luger PP12 Plasma Pistol [Damage 3/Disrupting I/Nazi]

Spoiler: Speaks (click to show/hide)

Status: Gnarly.
HP: 30/30
Possessions:
-Tooth Gun [Damage 3/Precise, Special Ammo/Teeth]
-The Terrorporter [Terror Port]
-Dazzle Suit (Variant IX) [Unuseable.]
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None

Crit

Plant a seed in some Nazi food. Screen displays a nuclear explosion and a flashing skull.

Crit, finding itself wholly unarmed, crouches down on the table as the chaotic battle-slash-massacre goes on around it. The robot peers at a plate of roast pork on display and after a moment, flicks the Megaseed container. A single dark seed tumbles out and falls into the meal. Crit watches for a few moments, though nothing actually appears to happen yet. Some sort of growth sounds to be taking shape - in this chaos, the Nazis will undoubtedly not find the budding jungle until it is all too late. Just to be on the safe side, Crit moves the plate out of sight under the table.

[3] Unfortunately, even if he's avoiding combat, it does not seem like the combat is willing to avoid him. Crit looks up to see some fleshy madman brandishing a sword charge towards them from the last remains of the crowd, cursing with such ferocity the translators cannot seem to keep up.

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Spoiler: Opponents (click to show/hide)

Nazi Officer [HP:5/5]
*Long Range, charging forward
*Dress Sword [Damage 3/Nazi]
*Enraged [+1 to Combat Rolls]

Spoiler: Crit (click to show/hide)

Status: Obsolete.
HP: 30/30
Possessions:
+Mega Seeds
+SGP Glue
+Last Resort Explosive Digger
+0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None

Vissilik

"Device! SCAAAAAAAAN HIIIIIIM AAAHAHAHAHAHA!-

And you!" He shook the Nazi dramatically, waving his sword around in a vaguely, erratically menacing sort of way. "Tell me where your master is, that I may slay him, claim his hat, AND THEN RULE THIS SKYSHIP AS ITS ONE TRUE MASTER!"

Catch, scan, and interrogate one of these "Nazi" humanoids.

[4] With his mind on the real prize - skyjacking one of these beauties - Vissilik rushes forward on all legs to overtake a fleeing German. The young man quivers in fear at the sight of such an alien monstrosity and [2] is caught effortlessly as he stumbles and falls straight into Vissilik's waiting iron embrace. Gordion is only happy to do its master's bidding, beeping happily at being given an order. It hovers around the caught Nazi, letting loose with every sensor, scanner and analyzer in its body.

Satisfied, Vissilik begins to shake the young Nazi around vigorously. [4] After a few impressive screams, he begins to talk.

'Please! Mercy, mein Herr! I'll tell you! I'll tell youuuuu please put that sword down gghhgh master pleaaaaase'

Not satisfied, Vissilik shakes him about even more. The man begins to look a little pale from all the movement. 'Please! The captain is on the bridge! Towards the prow! Or, or, the Reichsmarschall, he's on the Germania! Not here! Please, please, don't kill meeeeee!'

He gestures desparately towards the main doors and, presumably, the direction of the prow.

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Spoiler: Scanned Nazi (click to show/hide)

Status: Terrified. Pliable. Probably evil.
HP: 5/5
Possessions: None
Traits:
*Scanned [-2 to Dodge against Vissilik, can never hide, embarassing rash and family history known]

Spoiler: Vissilik (click to show/hide)

Status: Genial.
HP: 30/30
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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I didn't say anything about being able to use Nazi weapons on mission, but alright, what the hell. They will have limited ammo, though.

[Harry Baldman]

Evil Roy slides gingerly along the trail of blood over to Speaks' Nazi Aristocrat (or some other apparently armed officer if there is one to be found) and surreptitiously grabs him by the skull from behind, using another set of appendages to stab the bear-sword into his kidney and hopefully intensify the soulgnawing.

[Toaster]

"This weapon is powerful, but the recoil must be taken into account!"

Shoot the guy again.  If death has already befallen him, see if there's another armed foe to shoot.


((I like how their weapons have the subtype "Nazi" so that we know how the evil has even infected their weaponry.))

[Harry Baldman]

((I like how their weapons have the subtype "Nazi" so that we know how the evil has even infected their weaponry.))

((I think the subtype means that, say, the plasma pistol looks sort of like a Parabellum-Pistole, and the sword has a right and proper Totenkopf on it somewhere. Come to think of it, the pistol probably has that on it as well. It's that quintessential mix of old-timey, German and unabashedly villainous that you can't really come up with a more descriptive name for.))

[Ruludos]

Bloodlust fills London's mind. Butchering chickens at the farm had always made her a bit squeamish, but this was different. This was heroics.

Charge the nearest armed Nazi that isn't already engaged. Use shield if/when I come under fire.

[ATHATH]

You do realize that not all Nazis are evil, right? Some of them were drafted.

[NAV]

Run away from the Nazi berserker while dumping glue behind me to slow him down. Get a weapon from a dead Nazi and shoot him!

[Digital Hellhound]

All of these Nazi's are. They're the higher ups, right?

Literally - they're in the sky! In any case, good and evil are concepts best used in arbitrary generalizations made by the Justice Corps HQ to figure out who to go after next.

[IronyOwl]

((Augh, missed the update. Sorry!))

All of these Nazi's are. They're the higher ups, right?

Literally - they're in the sky! In any case, good and evil are concepts best used in arbitrary generalizations made by the Justice Corps HQ to figure out who to go after next.

((AKA we're the good guys, because we only kill evil people. You can tell they're evil because the good guys wouldn't kill them unless they were.))


"Superb, supeeeeeerb! Or... wait, what?! Are we not even on the mightiest of vessels?! Unacceptable! Momentarily acceptable! Adequate yet not supreme!

Out of the way, you fools, I HAVE BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO!"

Drag the Nazi along in an attempt to shove through or scurry over the crowd, as though I belong here and have important ship business to attend rather than being an armed invader intending to bring down their entire fleet.