Groo stares at the corpse for a while, seemingly mourning the loss of an ally. It takes awhile, but eventually he breaks his vigil to ask a question "How you sleep with eyes open? Groo wish Groo could sleep while see."
Eventually, Groo will get bored and wander off. He will find the cockpit, and remember his wonderful glory days of piloting and destroying planes. He will attempt to relive these glory days.
STOP THIS NOW! Any means short of killing
[Dex 6] [Groo dex 3] Varion launches himself at the human gorilla and manages to slam into Groo before he can actually make it to the cockpit and knocks the both of them down, unfortunately Groo likes to wrestle
"Yay, Groo love wrestling!"
Groo happily wrestles Varion with a smile on his face.
The street fighter music begins to sound as both opponents square up before launching themselves into each other
[dex 2] [Varion dex 2] both opponents never actually move choosing instead for the more traditional staring contest before the wrestling match
[endurance 3] [Varion endurance 2] Groo's naturally slowness act's to his advantage here while he does blink it's a second after Varion is forced to blink and he is declared the winner of the contest of wills, however once again abandoning tradition both sides then opt to actually get down to the business of hurting each other for fun.
[dex 1] [dex 2] or maybe not since Groo clearly existed by this battle of wills falls flat on his face [end 1] and the force of the fall manages to penetrate through the thick layer of bone Groo posses instead of grey matter and actually concuss the duo of brain cells making him become knocked unconscious he also broke his nose. While Varion continues to stand stock still without blinking clearly thinking he's in a rematch for the staring contest.
When these two start fighting, draw four knives and throw them to pin Groo to the floor of the plane.
well, you would do that, but you're not sure that a football tackle followed by a staring contest that inexplicably resulted in Groo knocking himself out on the plane's metal floor would actually count as fighting.
((I have the best threat ever now.))
"Can we not fight? Because if our other medic got hurt, I would have to be the one to fix everyone up afterwards. Also, guy that looks like the dead one, he bled out during treatment to repair a daemon knife injury given to him by someone much scarier than you, and who also happens to be paying us for this job."
Just stand back out of the way. Maybe grab a syringe with sedative inside. Just incase I need to sedate someone aggressive by injecting it into their carotid artery.
You root through your medical bag and find a syringe filled with morphine, twirling it in your fingers you wonder if you should also buy a gas mask. You remember you saw a one for 5 coins in a shop that you passed on your way to the plane.
Sell my brothers rifle and shotgun. Find out how much a decent burial costs and how much to get more weapons/ammo for the plane. Make sure to grab my brothers parachute.
You mournfully take up your brothers possessions and set about seeing if you could sell them since they are brand new and never used before you manage to get a full return on investment, taking the 20 coins you go to the nearest mortician. The man dressed very solemnly says that a decent burial would cost 7 coins and would consist of the body being cremated and then released by either the family or as part of the funeral service over the ground by bomber. There is also the cheaper option available to those who died as privateers or in the army where the body is wrapped in a parachute and dropped from a plane as a burial at air this is free if the parachute is provided or costs five coins if the parachute is not. ((all purchases that are not used and don't have too much blood on them can be sold for full price everything else will roll on charisma.))
Nikolai grabs his bottle of vodka and makes his way back to the plane.
"Fuck, guys, I tried to get plastered but this vodka is some weak shit. I-" He stops, looking at the dead twin and then the twin standing near the corpse. "Ooooi, blin. This vodka is stronger then I thought. What is it made of, hullicini...hallucino...drug potatoes? Never mind guys, looks like I got plastered all right, blin. I'll see if this baby can fly."
Now that I have vodka in veins my Slav genes must be activated, go do the pre-flight checks again. If cockpit is occupied, patiently wait for the occupant to leave while staying out of arm's reach.
Full of slightly alcohol induced vigor you stride triumphantly into the cockpit ignoring the strange table of Groo on the floor and snoring loudly with a bomb on his head and Varion staring straight ahead seeing nothing. [piloting 6] you look at the fungus covered and practically recognizable controls. Everything seems perfectly in order now, absolutely no one but you has any idea where anything is, but your beginning to see why Ohe liked that. It's a form of job security you suppose.
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