(This post also brought to you by The Omnific. They're good, y'all)As the various people present have broken up into smaller groups as they try to escape the area (Henrik already having made it to the perimeter), the patrolling Yeerk ground forces have started loosely converging, alerted by the noise.
Duck and Weave! Continue fleeing, but try to use cover and obstacles for safety.
[
3+
1 Aerial Ace]
Zack, seeing the imminent threat of alien ray gun, successfully evades the enemy's [Human-Controller:
1] wildly inaccurate fire. Nearby ductwork and pipes explode into steam and debris, but he is able to dodge the worst of it and uses the dust cloud to make it to the edge of the construction zone safely, the same spot where Henrik already made it to.
"Are you insane?!" Isabella loudly whispers to Sophia, her expression clearly terrified "They have guns! And I bet that thing can smash right out of there! We have to run, now!"
Get out of there! Try to pull Sophia along, but if she insists on staying and trying more games, just leave her.
[
3]
Isabella tries and fails to pull Sophia along with her as she runs. Abandoning the attempt, she hurries to a different edge of the site than the one Henrik and Zack escaped to. The shed falls apart behind her as the trapped Hork-Bajir monster cuts it apart from within using the razor-sharp blades growing from all over its body.
If Henrik can see Zack, help him get away from the 'human,' and try to take the gun thing if possible. It's neat, and I want that gun.
If Henrik can't see Zack, help anyone he can. There's time for shenanigans later.
Seeing that Zack has made it safely, and that the wild-firing human-controller is still standing back towards danger with reinforcements beginning to join in,
Henrik decides to turn his attention to helping Chris instead. [
4] He's able to glean the layout of the half-built maze better than Chris can from inside it, and calls out directions.
"Bah, lots of people have guns, am I supposed to be afraid of all of them?"
Run Run Run!
Though she shrugs free of Isabella's helping hand as she runs off,
Sophia starts running in the same direction as soon as the Hork-Bajir she trapped breaks free. [
2] Unfortunately she doesn't run nearly as fast as the tall, muscular alien, and it quickly catches up to her, [Hork-Bajir:
3] knocking her to her knees with a tackle that miraculously does not slice her to ribbons. It looms just behind her, turning and giving a triumphant call to its compatriots. "Kabba sak! Caught!"
RUN FASTER AND HARDER. Try to make it home and make sure that I’m not followed.
Chris keeps running, incentivized by the slavering Taxxon on his heels. [
6+Henrik's direction prevents overshoot] With the called assistance of Henrik, Chris leaves the giant alien centipede behind, and makes it safely to the same edge of the construction zone as Henrik and Zack.
Action: get out of this dumbfounded stupor, get a fucking grip and try to sneak away! Maybe take a second to make sure my phone is on silent so it doesn't give me away by ringing at the worst possible time.
A bit older than the others,
Bobby takes a moment longer to react, but finally does as he sees the others making their ways away. He tries a more stealthy getaway, [
2] but as he fumbles to switch his phone to silent he drops it onto the gravel with a crunch. After a heart-stopping moment of silence, heavy footsteps begin crunching in Bobby's direction.
[
1] Fred remains huddled in place, perhaps still trying to morph, perhaps just frozen by fear. A pair of Taxxons, catching his scent, skitter up on either side of his hiding spot, four red eyes apiece fixated on the delicious human.
ChrisStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: None
Name: Chris Jackson
Background: A popular jock kid, Chris has serious anger issues he channels into football and boxing. Often makes bad decisions due to being bullheaded and stubborn. Has a strong hatred for the name Crayak.
Description: Generic popular jock, blond hair albeit with uncommon red eyes and very muscular.
Trait: Born Warrior
IsabellaStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: None
Name: Isabella Lori
Background: Isabella is sixteen, and the only child of a wealthy diplomat, who is currently abroad with his wife until the end of the year. She was left home at her request, ostensibly so her school schedule wouldn't be interrupted--but really because she dislikes traveling, especially after a particularly bad experience from the last time her father took her abroad. This has left her largely unsupervised (although her worrywart mother still calls her several times a week just to ask how she's doing), which she hopes will let her actually make and maintain lasting friendships. She lives with two dogs named Ko and Alyona, and a three-legged cat named Tripod, all rescues.
Description: Isabella is tall and tends to wear very formal clothes, mimicking her professionally-minded parents. She keeps her sandy blonde hair in a ponytail, and tends to look serious... though internally she's rather anxious, especially around people her own age. She tends to act more mature than one would expect of a sixteen year old, but again it's a behavior born from mimicking her parents rather than anything natural; Isabella doesn't really know what acting natural even is. Despite her family's wealth, she wears little adornment, aside from a fancy medallion with a sparkling blue sapphire set into it--a gift from her father, bought for her while abroad a couple years ago.
Trait: Morph Dancer
SophiaStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: Hork-Bajir
Name: Sophia Astos
Background: Sophia was born as slave, never knew her parents, and has seen the deaths of other kids she considered family. When she saw a chance to escape on her own, she took it. Having had a hard life, she sees no problem with focusing on killing as many evil brainslugs as possible.
Description: A fairly destitute-looking homeless 15 year old, though she doesn't seem unhappy about her situation, just happy to be free. Distrustful of others and swift to violence, though not un-altruistic. Rust-red hair and eyes. Also, illiterate and uneducated as you might expect.
Trait: Ruthless Strategist
HenrikStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: None
Name: Henrik Gregorio
Background: Henrik has always loved to take things apart and see how they work. His family liked to call him a genius - he'd take apart anything. Math equations, the themes of a book, how a computer program works. The occasional animal. He's not a bad person, exactly. He doesn't seem to understand that there's a difference between a living thing and a complicated machine. In his view, there isn't one.
Description: Light blue eyes, messy blonde hair with a dyed blue streak, just under 5'10" (178 cm). He tends to dress in fairly plain or functional clothes, almost always in some shade of gray or blue. He never seems to take off these little reading spectacles, no matter where he goes.
Trait: Tech Savvy
FredStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: None
Name: Fred Freddie
Background: stunningly normal life.
Description: overwhelmingly average
Trait: Morph Dancer
ZackStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: None
Name: Zack Olos
Background: Intelligent, but somewhat lazy, Zack is always more interested in having fun than doing his best work. Overall, he's a fairly ordinary kid mostly interested in having fun and sliding through life.. this is a point of view encouraged by his hardworking parents and older brother, who work long hours and take home honor student accolades, respectively.
Zach has mostly interested in a string of brief, but dropped hobbies.. science, writing, art, a dozen more.. but mostly of late he's been exploring his hometown, poking around for secrets.
Description: Medium height and a bit on the wimpy side. Wears T-shirts, polo shirts, and jeans, just easy-to-wear and simple clothes. Except for a pair of skateboarding shoes.
Trait: Aerial Ace
BobbyStatus: Alive
Form: Human
Acquired: None
Name: Bobby Serafin
Background: Descendant of Jewish immigrants from Poland, he'd been raised sheltered, and was often spoiled by his doting grandmother. She used to tell him stories about the old country and why they had to flee, which made a lasting impression on him.
Description: Dark haired, light complexion, mix of Caucasian and Slavic in looks. 30 years old, thin and a bit of a shut-in. Too online, lost in life lacking a real purpose. Has a broad interest base and spends his time as a research associate for the failing history department at the local college.
Trait: Ruthless Strategist
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