Area:You're standing in the mouth of the damaged shuttle, the alien sky pressing down on you. The surrounding area is somewhat obscured by the evaporating impact gel. From what you can see the area immediately around you is bare ground, whether it was like that before you crashed a shuttle into it you don't know
Character: Trol GraneJump off, get the fuck outta there
You jump off the shuttle, [Luck roll 3] [Dominique Str roll 1 (bonus negated)] You manage to land on dominique, apparently you're heavier than you look, or she wasn't prepared. You both go down in a heap. (Dom and Trol, -5 Health) There are going to be bruises, right now though there is no time for that and you run. Fast.
Health: 88/100
Stamina: 92/100
Carried Weight: 9/230
Attire: Loose brown jumpsuit, fine. [8lbs]
Inv:
Small knife
Status: Fine, outside.
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Character: Dominique Wakeman "Shit, I don't know," Dom replied as she struggled to her feet. "We tried to get the damn cannon off..." There wasn't time to talk about it. "Jump!" she yelled up to Trollan. "I'll catch ya!" The faster he was on the ground, the faster they could get outta there.
You get ready to catch Trol as he jumps off. [Luck roll 3, Str roll 1 (bonus negated)] You adjust your footing at the wrong moment and Trol smashes into you, setting both of on the rather inhospitable ground. (Dom and Trol, -5 Health) You pull yourself up with all haste and run with rest of the group.
Health: 88/100
Stamina: 100/100
Carried Weight: 13/210
Attire: Loose green jumpsuit, Good. [8lbs]
Inv:
Stun Baton [50/50, 5lbs]
Status: Fine, outside.
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Character: Taric Sizier"Shit" Get away from the ship.
Choosing a choice profanity as your mantra of the moment you get the hell away from the ship, following Tarran on his own flight.
Health: 58/70
Stamina: 70/70
Carried Weight: 8/170
Attire: Loose Green jumpsuit, Pristine. [8lbs]
Inv:
Nothing.
Status: Fine, outside.
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Character: Tarran Smith
Make my jog around the ship a sprint away from the ship.
You intended to see if there was anything of note around the ship before it started warbling warnings at you. Your almost lazy jog turned into a panicked sprint very VERY quickly though, 'flash' could mean a lot of things. When dealing with a fusion reactor most of those things were stuff you didn't stay to watch.
Health: 63/75
Stamina: 75/75
Carried Weight: 8/150
Attire: Loose brown jumpsuit, Good. [8lbs]
Inv:
Nothing.
Status: Fine, Outside.
As you run away from the ship it begins to emit a whine that's audible even at this distance, there is no way that's a good sign. You stretch your legs running as fast as they can carry you. There is a flash of white light from behind you, you have a split second to think "That's it?" before the sound of the explosion hits you. Following quickly on the heels of the ridiculously loud explosion is a blast of hot and dusty air, punctuating by flying bits of exploded ship.
Trol Grane: [Luck roll 3] You blaze across the barren plain as little chunks of ship whiz by you, you turn your head to look behind you just in time to see a sheet of metal flying at you edge on. [dex roll 5+1] You dive to one side as it whistles through the air you just vacated. -10 Stamina
Dominique Wakeman: [Luck roll 2] You seems to be in a bad section of the blast, and multiple chunks of fist sized metal bounce past you. [dex roll 3] You do your best make yourself a small target while you're running but several chunks of metal strike you, tearing the skin and definately leaving bruises for later. -10 HP -10 Stamina
Taric Sizier: [Luck roll 3] The blast doesn't seem to be throwing too much your way, but there have been enough close calls to let you know that getting out of this without harm is unlikely. [Dex roll 3] Most of it misses you but a jagged piece of metal leaves shallow gash across your side. -8HP -10 Stamina
Tarren Smith: [Luck roll 3] Why the fuck does this crazy BS happen to you? Running away from an exploding fusion reactor while bits of shrapnel come inches from killing you was not in the plan for your life. [dex roll 3] A flying bit of metal hits you from behind, it bounces off. but not before leaving a gouge in your back. -8HP -10 Stamina
All, 15 seconds later The hot wind Ceases quickly, leaving swirling eddies of dust and small pieces of metal on the ground. You take stock of your situation. Four injured people, on a strange planet, without shelter, in what appears to be a man made strip of desert, the only shelter you do know of contains people who you are fairly certain tried to kill you. [luck roll 4] You ran mostly towards the smoking city, and your little sprint got you out of your crater enough that you can see it.
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Topic: Deviation-22. The End of All Things. (Read 536603 times)