Prepare to shoot anyone that looks like they're about to shoot a civvy, they're less valauble than civilians anyways.
Fighting murder with murder. Got it.
After we reach the point where exiting the shuttle does not cause bodily harm, get off and door-to-door try and order civilians (politely) to evacuate.
Get on the laser turret. Provide air support.
Actually, go door to door and help lysander with her kidnappings/polite requests to leave.
Well, there goes any element of surprise.
Because you didn't say what you wanted to say to them, I'm gonna roll for it. Since chromatic wisp is the bright spark behind the "Rescue the populace like a Mormon missionary in a space suit" plan, I'll roll his stats. Oh look, a 0 in char.
[1]
You knock on the first door. A middle aged man answers and goes from looking mildly impatient to completely baffled when he sees you. I'll note that not only are you wearing space suits, you're also very obviously carrying weapons.
"Do you want to die?" Lysander asks, flatly
"What?" the man replies, taking a step back.
"Come with us or you'll die!" Lysander continues, his voice upbeat. "Seriously, if you don't come with us you're gonna die. We've killed a lot of people today."
At this point Trier is making exaggerated shushing gestures, including, unfortunately, the neck cutting gesture, which is the only one the man sees.
"Lots of people! Crushed, burned, shot, even disassembled into component parts and preserved for later use. All because the universe is collapsing and an angry space pyramid wants to molest your mind and fornicate with your soul! Please come with us, for your own safety!"
The man slams the door and you can hear it lock.
Lysander quickly circles around to the first window he....the hell gender is lysander...lets look it up....you left it intentionally ambiguous. Neat. Lysander quickly circles around to the first window
thon can find and proceeds to punch thon's head straight through the glass and into the man's living room.
"WE'RE GONNA MAKE YOU SO FUCKING SAFE, MISTER!"
Somewhere in the distance you hear Kate cocking her weapon.
((Perhaps we should wait until vets have extraction point ready.))
Moving along with the group politely asking people to evacuate. I'm not asking, just providing bodyguard service for those who ask. And perhaps wearing my UWM uniform over the MCP suit will help them to make make correct decisions.
As the first man your group attempted to ask runs out his back door and goes screaming down the road, you begin to think that perhaps you should have been the one to ask.
Lysander is chasing him screaming something about "Waking up in a pool of his own safety fluids."
Hover, knock politely on windows of second floors (of houses who have not opened up to the callers above at all, if there are any, otherwise random ones), in order to explain to the inhabitants the threat of universal destruction.
Have a wash in the sea if I'm still really covered in sewage. If there's just a bit left, tell people I rescued some orphans from a burning sewer.
You wash off and then go selling salvation door to door.
[2]
You fly up to a second floor window and peek in. Oh, it's a lady having a shower. You just sit there and stare. And stare. And stare until she eventually notices you and runs screaming out of the room.
You continue to blankly stare at the shower.
Fly the team on the shuttle to the next island.
Suggest that we try torching the plantation just to remove the peoples' "attachments".
I can only imagine you pitching your idea to a completely empty shuttle because everyone else is off botching their rolls in town.
Just like, explaining your plan at the front of the shuttle before walking to the back, sitting down, and praising the plan before walking back up and accepting the praise from yourself.
Just the saddest, loneliest tactical explanation possible.
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