This is pretty much a plot roll. For
character development and story progression. Hence the massive amount of dialogue compared to previous rolls.
Roll 38.5
1x Admiral-North of room
1x Auto-Turret, holding fire
8x Observing Crewmen
4x Cowardly Crewmen
-Pertinent to-Enemy Name (if known)-Enemy Type-Context if important-HP and Defense
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-Boss-Horatio Stonewall-Ross Captain of the Guard-520/800, 40 Defense, -5 defense from behind
-NPC-Mr. Burns-Ross Security Officer from Bridge-100/100, 0 Defense
-Ross Soldier=Near the drone, having attempted to get past (but subdued temporarily by Zakroff)-60/100, 2 Defense.
-Ross Soldier=Near the drone, having attempted to get past (but subdued temporarily by Zakroff)-60/100, 2 Defense.
-Ross Soldier=Near the drone, having attempted to get past (but subdued temporarily by Zakroff)-40/100, 2 Defense.
-A bunch of soldiers below on lower floors--Kayle sees the floor glowing reddish because of this.
Ross Navy Ensign (4/120) (Concussion!)
Ross Navy Ensign (34/120)
Ross Navy Elite (128/240)
Ross Navy Elite (158/240)
Events:Milia took care to anticipate some kind of... trap. Obviously, the bridge crew was aware of the hub skirmish. They had to be setting some kind of trap...
[5] She listened attentively, slowly notching an arrow in case she heard anything. But aside from the speaking in the room and the hum of the crew's computers, there was nothing to be heard.
Unbeknownst to the entire team, two Mark 37 Auto-Turrets gently hovered over the ground from the back of the room by means unknown. One coming from each side of the room, the two turrets slowly landed on the floor and began to activate.
This, Milia heard. Immediately drawing an arrow and turning around, she shot a turret to her left before it could deploy. It let out an ear piercing screech, alerting the crewmen engrossed in their consoles and prompting some of them to get up and make their way toward the exit, the others simply turning around and leaning on the edges of their chairs to watch.
"These crewmen," Milia concluded.
"They know something, why are some of them just watching?"She was cut off by the sound of the other turret deploying, anchoring itself to the floor and bearing its guns toward the group, but holding its fire.
----At the same time----
"Keep trying, Galena. There must be something holding him in place - anti-acceleration braces or magnetic boots, perhaps. Speaking of which, Citrus, EMP his feet. Meanwhile, I'll try to talk some sense into him." said Amatin.
"Wait, what are you trying?" complained the admiral.
"Shut it. Answering your question: we're preventing a crime against humanity and a galaxy-wide war. I'm assuming you're informed that this attack has been launched on the Graduation day... but do you also know there are many important Aroth and Cyrian civilians in the University right now? Their homelands will gladly use their deaths as an excuse to join the new Centauri-Ross war. What will your people do then, when they're facing the united forces of the Authoritarians?"Hearing this, the Admiral lowered his weapon and began walking towards the team.
"You don't get it, do you?"
Amatin was silent.
"You don't realize what you're getting into."
"I certainly do. We're dealing with you. You're coming with us--where did that turret come from? Herros, disable it!""Roger that..."Herros also attempted to use his powers, but to no avail. Just like Varron, absolutely positively nothing happened. Herros didn't even feel like his powers even responded.
"I... can't.""Oh, let me guess, we're going to have to fight you without our powers. This is sooooo stereotypical. But a pistol won't do much."Milia tapped Amatin's shoulder.
"Amatin, I'm not sure if he's the only one armed. I'm not talking about the turret. I heard the turrets... drop onto the ground. I'm starting to think there's someone--"Milia stopped. Amatin looked confused. Footsteps sounded from the back of the room.
"Like me?"...
"What's wrong with you people. Do I have to introduce myself every time?""Umm, who are you? WHERE are you?"Someone appeared right in front of the Admiral.
"The name," the stranger began.
"Is Van Buren. Charles Van Buren, or that's what I go by.""Okay then, Mr. Van Buren. Could you please explain what the heck is going on?""My pleasure. I am a businessman. A businessman, well versed in... commerce. But I also specialize in certain things..."He pulled a stainless steel sphere from the sleeve of his black coat. Tossing it into the air and holding his palm up, he suspended it in the air in front of him.
"Oh, so you're one of us, then? An individual born with...""Magic? I don't call it magic."He paused.
"It's just how I get things done.""Right, we'll understand you slightly better now. So can you let us carry on and bring the admiral into custody please? I'm not sure how involved you are in this whole attack, but if the Ross navy is structured like a real navy, you'll need the admiral's permission to carry out an assault on an empire's homeworld. Given this whole situation, he's guilty of a war crime and needs to be apprehended.""Oh, I'm well aware of your motives. I found them out when you attacked the hub.""What? The cameras were offline! How would you know.""I can see these things, Mr... Amitin, am I correct? No, that's your first name.
Anyway, I cannot let you take the admiral. This assault precedes a wondrous business opportunity, primarily involving that planet that your scientists are all over... both those of your race and the Centauri race. Vulcanus.""So the entire point of this attack is to capture Vulcanus? Why not just take it directly, or for Petrovich's sake, just request access to do whatever sort of things you want to do there!""You're not aware that we are operating there right now, are you?""Whaat?""Good. Anyway, say what you're going to say. A businessman has no time to waste. I need to continue planning out my course of action."