Alright, I finally managed it. I don't plan to stop btw, I just have too little calm free time. My mom commandeered my laptop, so I now post from the old desktop PC. Let's see how long it can hold...
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I patch up my wounds with TK.
| You realise that without immediate help, you may as well be done for, and this realisation fuels your mind. Through stupefying pain, you manage to focus your powers and direct them at your body, closing several wounds.
| Despite your attempts, you still lose a lot of blood, and are too weak to demand anything of the troopers. (moderate blood loss, still at Serious Bleeding)
I search for a weapon of any kind (not ashcraver)
| You look around the area, searching for something that could work as a weapon. Before long, you find one - andrea's railgun. It's heavy and unpowered, but you're strong and the thing makes a nice club.
i heal gantolandon, if nobody else heal him. if he already have a full team of TK healers, then i kee examinig this staff. (this is the last time i do it)
| You run north, but without your lightnings powering you up, you quickly tire out and can only walk. You make it to the site eventually. You see a large crowd gathered around something or someone.
I stab myself in the leg and observe what effect it has. Then I practice my pyrogenesis.
| You sit down and concentrate. Hefting the dagger in your hand, you raise it and aim for your left leg. You close your eyes and focus, anticipating the pain, and then…
UHWACK!… Something, or rather
somebody strikes the ground right in front of you at a high speed, livening up the dull atmosphere with a barrage of overcomplicated profanity. You are startled, but barely have time to analyze the situation, because sudden EXCRUCIATING PAIN indicates that your stab has missed its mark...
horribly. You need not even look to
feel where you have hit yourself, and you curl up into a foetal ball, grinding your teeth and groaning in a somewhat high-pitced voice. Needless to say, you are quite incapacitated and cannot do anything. If there was an invigorating effect from this injury, your mind is so clouded by pain you wouldn't feel anything even if you were shot with a sixpack of extasy.
TK bubble to the crash site, quick-like, and heal Gantolandon, attempting to grow him an extra arm in the process Hey, I need new and different healing experience. Just call me the evil Dr. Frelock with his mad experiments.
| Confident in your skills, you fire up the TK field and blast off northwards. You barely fly ten meters though, because suddenly the maw of a very large (Giant, indeed) and very angry bat appears right before your face! You freak out and lose control of the field, resuming your flight under gravity's conditions.
Two, One, Impact! You curse heavily while you tumble along the ground,
| suffering several broken bones. You hear some muffled groans behind you, but pay no attention to it, instead spending some time catering to your own wounds,
| mending your fractures and sealing a few cuts.
I heal neo.
| You walk towards Neo and aim your healing hands at him. Focusing as hard as you can, you restore his burnt tissues and he is almost completely healed, when suddenly the ocean of power you have called forth began to break through the dam of your consciousness.
| You somehow manage to contain the blast, directing it upwards. The backlash buries you waist-deep in the soil, but even Neo is unharmed.
| You utilize all of your strength to get back on your feet, and do so relatively quickly, but in your fearsome rage against the dirt you have sprained your left ankle. (sprained ankles are becoming a problem for your group, it seems)
First I mend my ankle, then I set out to fix the damage the others will invariably cause.
| You focus on your ankle. Feeling creative, you attempt to reinforce it against spraining by hardening the relevant muscles, but your power goes out of control for several painful seconds, tearing up your ankle with splinters of bone! It hurts a lot, since your lower leg has essentially been turned into a pincushion from the inside. Fighting the pain, you carefully rearrange the splinters and reform the bone and muscles. You spend what remains of the hour doing that, but in the end you have a perfectly good ankle with only mild traces of pain.
I move double time over to Gantolandon, hopefully in time to TK heal him this turn
| You power up the reactor, preparing to drive the mech forward for all it's worth. You already set off, when suddenly LASD runs up to you and starts persuading you to help him. You're hesitant at first, but soon his persuasive talking breaks your will and you follow him. Flipping the truck isn't much of a problem when you're in a battlemech, and you easily do it, freeing korora in the process.
I curse heavily and persuade others to flip over the truck with me to get it to driving condition finally.
| You spew forth a torrent of bad language as you approach the truck and try to right it yourself. Naturally, it doesn't work so you curse louder (you think you hear someone nearby practicing the art as well) and try to get someone to help you. Korora offers his help, but seeing as he's under the truck in question, he's not going to help much. You attract Kashyyk's attention and try to get him to help you. He reluctantly agrees, and uses his free hand to gently flip the truck thing back onto its wheels.
I don't wake up. or do nothing if you prefer no reversal actions.
| You sleep expertly. You have become attuned to this state of mind, and should you ever need it now, you can probably make yourself fall asleep on the spot.
I practice the enforced calm bubble so I can fly better.
| You practice calming the air around you. You can't really tell whether it works or not though, because the wind has calmed down as well. You recall what you did the last time it worked (or seemed to work), and practice that in hopes of actually training the skill you need. You don't feel any better after an hour though.
(RTTAI:{4}) I try to carefully get myself out from under the truck.
| You wiggle yourself under the truck, trying to form a depression in the soil so you can slip out. Half on hour of concentrated effort proves that it doesn't work, so you start thinking up Plan B. LASD comes up, cursing loudly, tries to push the truck for a few minutes, then goes away. Several minutes later he returns, and with him comes Kashyyk in his Wolf Trap. The big mech easily frees you from under the truck. You stand up.
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NPC Actions:
Allied: He continues the attack, roundhouse-bashing the other bats with his staff!
The bats attack the dwarf!
NPC FIGHT ROUND |The dwarf swings wide, weakly hitting the three bats but doing no serious damage. The bats fly up, trying to attack him, but before they can do it, Frelock decides to blast off and activates his TK field, catching one bat in it by accident. He freaks out and crashlands shortly afterwards, while the two bats fruitlessly attempt to score a hit on the dwarf with their claws.
| The dwarf then tries to jump-tackle the attacking bats out of the air, but stumbles and hits the dirt with his face, though not before the bats swoop past him and score several scratches on his armor. That particularly low swoop ended with the bats sliding along the ground as well.
| The dwarf quickly regained his bearings and charged at the bats, bashing, smashing and impaling while they feebly attempted to get up and fly away.
| He eventually got tired and took a step back, but not before all the remaining bats were unconscious on the ground. They weren't dead, though they did suffer some injuries.
Neutral: Several people with medkits run from the APCs towards Gantolandon, answering the call for medical care. The other troopers herd around him, keeping a moderate distance to let the medics to their work.
| There's little the medics can do to treat such massive injuries though. His internal bleeding is severe, and cannot be treated. Even the painkillers they administer to Gantolandon have little effect.
Enemy: None at the moment
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