Talisman-squad
Tarran SmithGo to the medical area.
The Praetor probably isn't one to keep waiting, but you make no show of hurry as you leave the Signifers office. As you walk you start to wonder what must of happened to the Praetor, after all you suffered multiple bullet wounds that got bandaged with a dirty strip of jumpsuit and you were out of bed and fine in two days. Damn, man must have taken a beating.
You find the medical area quickly, and you're directed to the Praetor as soon as you tell them he sent for you. Morgan doesn't look great, he looks like someone who's been drugging themselves to the breaking point for months. His hands and part of his head are swathed in bandages, his eyes though are still bright and he's partially propped up so he can talk to another Unchained. You recognize the other as the guy who passed out maintaining the shield for the unchained back in the cafeteria, Teague was what Yvonne has said his name was. As you approach the conversation breaks off and Morgan nods to you and motions for you to stand closer before he speaks.
"Fine work you did, very fine work for a new man. Teague and I were discussing what should be done about it, he seems to think he owes you a piece for what you did back there. Heaven knows that hostage of yours was helpful enough." Morgan tenses for a moment, something sending a shiver of pain down his left arm. Teague frowns but Morgan just shakes his head.
"I'm fine, just a little overdrawn still. As I said, fine work. The soldiers who brought you in though, they said all of you were exhausted and half dead." He manages a rather wheezy laugh.
"The difference between half-dead and all-dead is a fine one, and I know better than most. In light of your recent actions Teague asked to be assigned to you group and I added another capable volunteer by the name of Ellen Saun. They've got a few things they need to take care of but they're ready for you when you need them. They'll help share your load, and hopefully keep you from getting dead, half or otherwise."
Name: Jamie Teague
Class: Unchained Psionic
Description: A bright man, though more recently prone to brooding after losing his squad to a skirmish with the independents. He feels in debt to Tarran and his group for saving his life, though guilty for surviving where his own have died.
Personality Complication: Suicidal Recklessness, after losing the lives of the men and women he was sworn to protect Teague will go to suicidal lengths to ensure the safety of Tarran's group.
Skills: Fighting 1, Soak 1, Marksman 1, Kinetics 2, Empathetic 1
Attributes,
Strength (Str): 2
Dexterity (Dex): 4
Endurance (End): 4
Charisma (Char): 2
Intelligence (Int): 4
Willpower: (Will): 4
Equipment: Standard Body armor (Pristine 100/100), Kapre light rifle (15/15), field rations x5, basic medical kit, .30 caliber rifle clips (15) x5
Name: Ellen Saun
Class: Unchained Shadow
Description: Smart, beautiful, and a borderline sociopath. Ellen Saun volunteered for a position in Tarran's fireteam because it was effective, and she was somewhat attracted to the sheer kill count that was attributed to their actions.
Personality Complication: Sociopath, Ellen can relate to human beings, she understands the concept of feelings. She just doesn't give a shit, and she doesn't feel remorse, she doesn't hesitate, and she doesn't empathize.
Skills: Melee 2, dodge 2, Intuition 2
Attributes,
Strength (Str): 3
Dexterity (Dex): 9
Endurance (End): 0
Charisma (Char): 0
Intelligence (Int): 5
Willpower: (Will): 3
Equipment: Hostile environment suit (Pristine 75/75), Renfield SMG (30/30), field rations x2, Smoke grenade x3, .115 spike clips (30) x5, combat knife x3
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Dominique WakemanDom raised her arms in a sort of 'yeah I won bitches' type gesture as the crowd cheered. "I know, I'm awesome," she said, looking about. "Lessee... whattabout you!" she said, pointing at the one girl who was staring at her. "You looklike you could learn some... manners, missy," she said. "Come here." She cracked her knuckles and grinned over at Taric and Trollan, who she noticed had entered the room. If there was one difference between drunk and sober Dom, it was that the drunk one liked being the center of attention, and she continued to play to the crowd. "Everyone likes a little girl on girl, am I right or what? We gonna... make this thing happen or you just wanna keep looking at my scars?" she asked, pushing her rather long, shaggy bangs back out of her face. "I'm not gonna show you all of them, though! Unless you beat me... then I'll think about it..."
There is some significant cheering, laughing, and whistling while those who don't have a good view of who you're pointing at look around for who you're pointing at. When people start to realize who you're pointing at the people hush down, and merely watch the smaller woman. She smiles slowly and steps forward into the ring as your last opponent manages to drag himself out. You have a good three inches on her, and she has a decade on you. As she steps into the ring a flurry of betting rises up from the crowd, and murmurs break out in a vengeance. She bows to you slightly and you return it a little tipsily. [Alt. Melee/Str Dom 5, 5+1, 3, 3+1, 2, 3+2] Vs [Alt. Melee/fighting 'Andy 3+1, 3+1, 2+2, 5+1, 4+1, 3+2] You start out hard again, striking the smaller woman heavily with a forearm bash, she returns the favor with a pair of jabs to both of your kidneys, at the same time. You aren't too drunk to realize that this woman is much better than you, and your best hope is to outdo her in sheer strength. As you exchange blows again it becomes clear that she isn't using her strength to fight, her blows are knives to vital points, a quick jab in the stomach, a thumb pressed briefly and harshly into your stomach, or a jarring heel into the inside of your wrist. Your last stroke is clumsy in aim, but you pack some serious power into it, her's is an elegantly snaking foot that reaches up to slam your throat against your spine with enough force to send you sprawling and choking.
When you can breathe enough to stop seeing little lights you realize she's squatting beside you, looking at you with that same intent expression.
"Nobody calls me missy." +2/8ths fighting
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Trol & TaricWatch Dom's fight, then get in my own brawl.
If Dom fights again: Stay and watch, otherwise head to engineering. I've got work to do.
Both of you stand in awe as Dom and the other woman fight. It's like a bear fighting the worlds best goddamn ballerina, and the ballerina is beating the shit out of the bear. [Trollan Intuition 3, Tairc intuition 3] It's amazing, but neither of you really gets anything out of it that you can use. Trol looks for someone to brawl with [Luck 1] but right now all the brawlers seem to be focused on the situation with Dom and ninja ballerina.
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