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El looked at Muirne, and grinned, patting her on the back. "I hope you're ready. This may get a little intense. But I know we've got each other's backs. So let's do this." She charged her grav-hammer with energy, and smashed it against the ground, hard. It cracked the pavement. Then she smashed it again, and again, trying to make as much noise as possible. She nodded with satisfaction, then shouted: "Hey, Ex-Prisoner! Think you're tough enough to fight two teenage girls? Come on out and face us, if you think you're tough enough! Don't keep us waiting! There, that sound do it, she thought. Whose reputation would be able to survive being scared of teenagers? He will surely face us head on.
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El grunted in rage and frustration as her swing missed, his mean comment distracting her! That hurt. She tried not to let it show, but his jab at her cut her to the quick. "How dare you? HOW DARE YOU?!" she shouted, and charged towards him again... "You son of a - OOF" ...so that she had no idea the brutish Chump was next to her until his blow connected with her jaw. She fell to the ground, her armor clanking as she scraped against the tile floor. She tried to stand up, but her head was spinning too much, so she just sort of fell back down in a heap. Determined not to blow her friends cover (which she was just now realizing the stupidity of a headlong rush), she said to Chump, "Is that all you got? You hit like a child!"
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Toughness Roll: 1d20 (8) + 9 = 17. Oof, that's gotta hurt!
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"Think we can get the bad guys out here?" El asked Muirne. "I'm ready to start this distraction whenever you are. Paper, if you sneak in the back while everyone's out here fighting us, you should be able to rescue any hostages hidden away. I would check the cells first. If you need us, or if you find the Ex-Prisoner in there, do not engage by yourself. Call Shadowborne, and find somewhere to hide." She grinned widely, taking a few practice swings with her hammer. She was more than ready for some combat!
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Looks like it's El's turn. She is going to +4/-4 All-Out Attack Casanova, so she will get +4 to this attack: Whoops... 1d20 (7) + 9 = 16 to hit!
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"That's what we are doing, Muirne! Preventing it from being stolen by these goons!" she shouted, pointing at Casanova. "I don't want to fight you either. You've been a solid friend and ally during my time here, but if you don't step aside and let me through to Casanova, we will have some problems." Gears turned in her mind, and she looked up at Casanova. "You may or may not be controlling her, Casanova. It doesn't matter to me. But pitting someone against her friends is not what true heroes do. So, Casanova, I hope this teaches you a lesson." She hurled her hammer with all her might across the room, charging it with gravitic energy, and aimed right for Casanova! "Feel my fury, jerkwad!"
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El shook her head. She needed to see how far this went, and there was no way to figure out what exactly was in the basement. If they separated, they wouldn't be able to count on each other's help. She didn't have a cell phone, so there was no real way to communicate her thoughts, but she continued following the Brute. If they wanted to separate, that was fine with her. She understood why, she just had to see where this all led to. This night was getting stranger by the minute,and she determined to get to the bottom of it. El followed the brute, and nodded as he spoke. So his name is Charles? She followed deeper into the old service tunnel, feeling very uncomfortable in the enclosed space. Well, if someone was trying to hide a secret laboratory, this would sure be the place to do it. She sneezed twice, a strangely petite sound coming from her. She was focusing hard on the task at hand, making mental notes of the turns they made, in case they needed to leave in a hurry. She looked behind her at her teammates, and pointed to the smaller tunnel. She tried her best to indicate she would continue following the Brute, who would likely not notice their disappearance for some time. She pointed at herself, then at Brute, then made walking gestures with her fingers. Then she pointed at whoever was closest, indicating they should check out the smaller tunnel. She then continued behind the Brute, walking through the metal doors. Better get ready, El...
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"Unfortunately, I do not have a phone at the moment," El said, somewhat embarassed. Everyone at Claremont had their own phone, everyone, it seemed, except for her. Hopefully Danica could help facilitate that transaction. Luckily, Muirne had one, and gave it to Leon. As she watched him use the phone as an improptu drone, she whistled. "That is quite a neat trick. How exactly did you use that to work your job?" "I think that sounds like a good idea, Muirne. If they have nowhere to run, they'll have to go through us. I have a few abilities myself that can handle large groups of people, and can back you up on that. Leon - I mean - Paper, can you sneak inside while we cause a distraction?" She felt more confident now that there was some semblance of a plan. Her natural instinct to tackle a problem head-on was temporarily abated, though she still itched for a fight. Maybe this would be the best of both worlds, and it seemed to work well with their abilities.
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recruitment The Obsidian Prison - Blackstone Thievery (Recruitment)
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Corsair "Gentlemen, gentlemen. As you can see, you're clearly outmatched. My personal bodyguard, the last of the Space Rangers, has come to my aid. (Please help me new guy) So you'd better drop your weapons or he'll be forced to bring a whole lot of pain to your respective craniums. He's the fastest draw in all of time and space (I'm stalling for time please shoot them) and sure as Darkstar looks good in black, you'll be sorry you ever crossed the duo of..." Corsair sidled up right next to Space Ranger, so the two of them were posed back-to-back. He waved his plasma sword in a flourish in front of him, flipped it through the air, and caught it on the palm of his hand, then pointed it towards them with a rakish grin. "Corsair and his trusty sidekick: Space Ranger!!"
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GM Arryn and his men moved all at once, started by the young humanoid's appearance. Some of them maintained their guns on Corsair, while others pointed at Space Ranger. Some moved their guns between the two of them, or aimed at both of them with a laser pistol in each hand. Arryn raised his hands, then spread them out in a gesture of mock supplication. He grinned at Space Ranger, showing pointed yellow teeth, and started to slowly advance on him. "This don't concern you, Space Boy. This here's between me an' the turncoat over here. So why don't you fly on home to your mommy and we won't have to shove that antique blaster all the way up your - "
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El breathed a sigh of relief as Jamie was able to escape. She gave her a 'thumbs-up', which she learned recently was a hand gesture that meant everything was alright. Okay, so that's one problem solved. Now we'll just need to meet 'Master' and give him a piece of my mind. Or, punch him in the face a lot. "Wasted potential? What did he mean by that? I'm sure you were fine before..." Someone turned him into a monster, someone who didn't like him for who he was before, and is now using him as a tool. And we'll get to the bottom of it, one way or another. El looked at the other heroes quickly, making sustained eye contact, and nodded slowly at each of them. This felt weird, like they were being led into a trap. There were many who had tried to capture her back in her home dimension, and she sure as hell wasn't going to fall for that now, but knowing a trap is there is the first step in avoiding it. She was going to keep her eyes peeled, and hoped the other heroes would too as she descended the stairs behind the Brute. "So is Charles the name of your Master? What's his full name?" she said, making mental notes for later.
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El wanted to knock some heads in, badly. This was her element - overwhelming odds, outnumbered, and with little chance of success. But there were other factors that had to be considered, like who those people were in the building. This is what makes a hero - what you do when the odds are against you. Just take a deep breath, El. Going in head-first isn't going to be the way to solve this. "So, what's our plan here? Is there a way we can enter the building other than the front door - perhaps through a roof access? Hopefully the Ex-Prisoner doesn't have guards up there, too." She grinned. Maybe going in head-first doesn't have to be such a bad idea. "Perhaps I can distract the guards?"
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Intimidate roll vs. Muirne: 1d20 (3) +10 = 13! Hero Point! HP Intimidate reroll vs. Muirne: 1d20 (8) + 10 + 10 reroll = 28! Much like the Tom Petty song, El won't back down!
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El cracked her neck, then her knuckles. She was determined to take the Ex-Prisoner down - anyone who could exhibit such casual cruelty needed to be put away for a long, long time. "I agree. And believe me, I'm more than willing to 'knock some heads' of those who work with this monster. Let's forge onward, and if they catch up with us, then so be it." She had never faced such evil before, but she was ready for a fight. She pulled her grav-hammer from the sling on her back, and held it close to her. Just in case someone tried to ambush them. She then continued on with her friends, ready for the battle ahead.
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Elena froze in horror. How could someone do this - subject someone to such a fate? Her blood boiled, and she had to stop herself from simply trying to rip the obsidian chunks apart, and pulling the person out. But she knew it wouldn't be a good idea, especially with how she didn't know exactly what it would do to the person inside. Still, such cruelty must be punished. She gripped her fist, keeping her anger in check, though her knuckles turned white with the effort. "I don't know, Leon. This is surely the work of the Ex-Prisoner, but I wish there was something we could do. Any ideas?"
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Corsair Vynn turned around as the men started to surround him. Well, this wasn't an ideal outcome. I really thought that would work...ah well. He rested his hand on the ornate hilt of his trusty plasma saber, ready for when the time was right. He would not lose his life against these cretin this day. He had worked too long, and too hard to escape from Kraken to die on the floor of a dive bar. In a flash Vynn drew his sword, and swept it in front of him with blinding speed, leaving a brief afterimage behind. In the same motion, he pressed a button on his shield belt, and a shimmering force field covered his body. He spoke, a final warning to them as the shield droned to life: "If that's the way you want it to go, then so be it. But know that this day you face the greatest Swordmaster the universe has ever known. Today you face...CORSAIR!"
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GM Vynn was quickly stopped by the four thugs standing in his way. They held their hands over blaster pistols and plasma blades, and stared at him menacingly. He had nowhere to run. The big guy got up from the bar slowly, and cracked his neck. He crumbled up the bar napkin, and threw it over his shoulder. "Now, see. That ain't gonna work for me. How about we change the terms of our arrangement here. Either you get on my ship, and me and the boys take you to Kraken, or we take you there in a bodybag." "And since we know all about you, how 'bout you hear my story? My name's Arynn Cia, and it'll be the last name you'll ever hear. How's that for a tale of adventure?" The big guy's thugs started to surround Vynn, moving ever closer, drawing their weapons.
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Corsair Vynn kept his cool as the two thugs sat next to him. He mentally noted how many there were: six in total. Piece of cake. But he was annoyed as the big guy ripped his favorite jabot. The very nerve of him! And him having just kept the bar entertained with his tale of adventure! "No trouble at all, friend. But I don't exactly think Captain Kraken is going to welcome me back with open tentacles. In fact, I believe he will want me dead. So if you don't mind, how about I pay for your drinks and you say you never saw me here? That way, we both get what we want, right? I get to walk away, and you get the honor of having your drinks paid for by Vynn Zolaris, legendary space hero. That is, before I really get famous. Here, I'll even sign your napkin." Vynn produced a feather quill from his coat, and signed CORSAIR in big, fancy letters. He nodded at his handiwork, then passed it to the big guy. "There! That will only appreciate in value as my deeds spread far and wide. So you hang onto that, and I'll be on my way," Vynn said as he slapped the money down on the table and got up to walk away.
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GM As soon as Vynn asked if he wanted to hear his tale, he raised a hand and started to protest, but the young man immediately launched into his story. Eventually, he just stopped trying to shut him up. Damn space pirates, he muttered under his breath as he continued to polish the glasses. He had long stopped listening by the time the young man's story came to an end, but he had a strangely alluring presence. It was harder not to hear him than to simply ignore his extraordinary bravado. Well, as long as that's the only eventful thing that happens... In the corner, a small group of patrons were listening. The bartender had paid them no mind, as they had been quiet thus far. But they had listened to Vynn's tale, and the six of them stood up and walked to the bar. Their leader cracked his knuckles - all four of them, as he sat down right next to Vynn, and one of his goons sat on the other side. He was a orange-skinned, massively muscled humanoid, and his shirtless torso was covered in tattoos. He raised a hand to the bartender, who quickly poured him a drink. The orange guy downed it in seconds, and reached in his glass for the cherry, which he chomped while staring at Vynn. "So, tough guy. You were rolling with Captain Kraken? Well, it just so happens that he misses you. So why don't you come along real nicely and you two can talk it out? Real sweet-like," he said, showing his mismatched teeth in the approximation of a smile. The bartender looked at Vynn, then the orange guy. "Now, gentlemen, I don't want any trouble tonight. You hear?" "No, no. We aren't gonna have any trouble. That's not unless Mr. Fancy Shirt wants trouble." He grabbed and tugged on Vynn's jabot, tearing it a little. "Oops. Sorry."
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Corsair Vynn Zolaris kicked open the doors of the bar with a big smile, and looked around the room. Surely this would be the place to celebrate his escape from Captain Kraken's crew? He was told this was the last bar for quite a long way, and...it was fairly disappointing. Where were all the people? The cute waitresses? The karaoke? No, this wouldn't do at all, but it had to. He needed to unwind after days of being on the run. Surely they had already forgotten about him! He sidled up to the bar, and dramatically flung his long jacket behind him as he took a seat. Among other effects, he 'appropriated' some outfits from Kraken's ship. Tonight he wore a midnight blue buttoned frock coat, complete with his favorite frilly jabot, matching blue velvet pants, and shiny black boots. If nothing else, Vynn knew how to dress for success! "I must say, my good man, the scene here is...well, for lack of a better word, lacking. Is it usually this slow, or is this an off night?" Before the bartender could respond, Vynn continued: "Nevermind all that. Let me have a...well, whatever you have on tap will be fine, as long as you can get me a lot of it. You see, I am celebrating my freedom tonight. It is quite a tale if you care to hear it." By now, Vynn's had attracted the attention of the dozen of so bar patrons, mostly because he was the loudest thing (both visually and aurally) in the room. If the bartender was going to interrupt him, now would have been the time, but Vynn continued, regardless: "It is a tale of high space piracy, a young boy forced into the service of the worst pirate in the galaxy: Captain Kraken! Pause for emphasis... "I was the finest swordsman in the land, far exceeding any master's teaching within a few hours time. There was nothing more the world could teach me, and I was only ten years old! But fate had other plans..."
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GM The Last Outpost Cantina Outskirts of Dreeda System The Last Outpost Cantina, so named because it was the last watering hole for days in any direction, was having a quiet night for once. The bartender surveyed the scene, which mostly consisted of a few locals sitting at the bar quietly drinking, and a few patrons he didn't know were keeping to themselves, having a quiet conversation in the corner. The overhead fan spun lazily overhead, and muffled music came through the bar's crappy speakers. Yes, it was certainly looking like a pleasant evening. No fights to break up, no guns to confiscate. No rabble tonight!
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El's face fell completely, shocked into greater awareness. She was so focused on how bad her situation was that she didn't even imagine that others had it worse than her. "I see. Well, considering how far you have come since your...change, I am glad that you are able to live the life you want now. To be free to make your own choices." I am free to make my own choices now, too. Hadn't really thought about that. "Yes! I have been itching for a battle for some time. Would that get you in trouble? I have already been cited numerous times for noise violations - apparently the other students don't appreciate heavy metal and fast cars as much as we do," she said with a smirk.
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El has none of that, someone else should try!
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"...pork?" El asked, not understanding the reference. "Whatever you say, Leon." This time period is so weird! El nodded in agreement. What he said made sense - El would not have recognized the building had she visited it in her timeline, so she trusted his judgement. Besides, she was not going to be the one to say that she didn't know where they were going. She assumed that the Ex-Prisoner would have some sort of...trail of destruction left in his wake. "I see your powers of porcine detection have worked again, Leon. But I do not understand what pigs have to do with the sheriff's office? Please explain this to me later."