Roll 59Amatin said nothing, slipped two sets of rockets into his launcher, and pointed forward, walking ahead, pocketing his weapon and attempting to determine how to climb down the rough edge of the monstrous pit before him. Suddenly, he felt himself soaring into the air. He looked backward, startled, before realizing that it was obviously
Varron, who was lifting the team and about to set them down into the canyon. [6]
[1] Suddenly, a
Large Dragon appeared from behind and snatched Amatin from the air without making so much as a noise. Amatin got out his impact hammer and began to bludgeon the creature's feet, [2] but to no avail. The two headed over the canyon,
toward the dig site, the dragon itself completely indifferent to Amatin's attacks.
Zakroff, still floating in the air with the other two and his drone, expressed his shock by shrugging. Varron began to set everyone down in the cavern, before
Milia objected.
"Hold on, a moment, I think I can do something right now...""And have them fall, getting him crushed? I'd say he can defend himself, what with those necromancy powers of his.""Good point there..."After Milia's action (
you can post two, one for this occasion, one as your actual action. I'll retcon to make it work) the team landed in the cavern, and began to enter the dark, warm, wet caverns underneath the hot and bloody surface. Zakroff's drone left prints in the limestone as it stomped onward through the caves.
"Limestone..."...
As the group continued ahead, still worried about Amatin, they stumbled upon what appeared to be a fortification in the distance. There was an elevated platform next to the side of one of the towering cavern pillars. There were sandbags piled on the edges of this platform, and Milia even noticed a weapon mounted on a stand. A number of hanging lanterns illuminated the emplacement.
Milia leaned against a boulder, rubbing some of the cave moss off the surface to avoid damaging her suit.
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Ross admiral
Ross Wilheim was handed a pistol by
Winfield Scott. The two were on the bridge deck of one of the Marshcrawlers. This particular one was called the
Freedomdale.
"You can lose that one, it's a basic service pistol and we need you alive or we'll look like terrorists.""Yes... sir?"
"hat's what I wanted to hear. You're making this go on very smoothly, which is why I'm trusting you with that pistol. But remember, if my vitals go dead, there's a charge in the pistol that will amputate both of your hands. Just letting you know, for your own good. Keep it away from fires as well."The Ross admiral nodded, holstering the pistol and taking off his hat as an acknowledgement, as was customary for Ross military officials. At that moment, Scott raised his own pistol--a bulky, three-shot CM98, and fixed it on the spot between the admiral's eyes.
"That's not your hair."The Ross admiral looked bewildered, with a genuine expression of fear and guilt on his face. Scott relented and handed him a mirror.
"You're right," he began, after a quick glance at his own face.
"This isn't my hair. These aren't my hands either..."
"Van Buren...""I never liked him."
"We know. Anyway, put this mask on." Scott threw him a doctor's mask from a wall-mounted first aid kit.
"We can't let that fungus spread.""Fungus?"
"One of our men was in the city plaza. He reported a fungus that was later identified as the Madunai fungus that the Cyrians were attempting to use as a bioweapon during the Galactic wars. If they had successfully infected our citizens with it, it would have taken over.""What does this have to do with..."
"The fungus came from your ship. Van Buren is the one responsible for it. However, the fact remains that judging from the tapes we confiscated from the Cyrians when we imprisoned almost all of their scientists... the stuff in't pretty.""That still doesn't explain why I'm..."
"One of the city's inspectors went missing in the plaza, or his body, that is. Van Buren took it. We know this for a fact. He must have passed the body to you in secret... did you happen to be drugged recently?""No..."
"Just as I had expected. Alright, come along. Whatever you do, don't take that mask off. If you do I'll shoot you first thing. Once we get to the rendezvous building we can put you in quarantine and have you participate via projector.""And my old body?"
"If we can find it, we'll switch you back."The admiral stood still, confused--too confused to do anything. As Scott opened and held the door, Ross Wilheim simply went through and descended the stairwell to ground level.
...
Admiral Scott came up to the group wielding his pistol and wearing a kinetic vest.
"It'll shatter on impact, just in case I get mauled by something." he had mentioned.
The group of six began to proceed forward through the herd of klathidons as Scott had ordered, while the official military personnel stood behind. One klathidon, a medium-sized adult, was preparing to root while [2] Jaffar passed by. Its left sensory organ stiffened, and it raised its head from the ground. It then quickly looked at Jaffar, before standing up and rotating its massive body to face him. It pressed its nose against his side, but Jaffar jumped backward.
Meanwhile, a number of meter-high insectoid predators approached the herd and began to scratch at one of the klathidona.
"Ravagers..." Kayle remarked.
Ravagers are meter high carnivores. Males have stronger muscles and deal around 20dmg per turn. Females deal 12dmg from a distance.
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