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Dragonid is up.
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Ahazar didn't even get the chance to scream his frustration as his focus slipped for a few seconds from the pain, which was more than enough. Kharag, despite his wounds, pushed himself as much as he could and, shaking off a serious headache, he entered Ahazar's mind. 'OPEN YOU MIND, TRAITOR.' Echoed his psychic voice, booming inside Ahazar's mind, who put his hands on the slits on the side of his head, in vain. "Get out of my head, demon!" The alien snarled in frustration, fighting back for a moments, before slumping forward like some meat puppet.
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1d20+12: 21 [1d20=9]
Initiative
Ahazar, 1 Bruise, Dazed
Kharag, 4 Bruise, Dazed
Dragonid
Kharag spend a HP to shrug off his daze.
Spending a full action to use Mind Control on Ahazar.
Will Save: 1d20+5: 19 [1d20=14]
Power Check
1d20+10: 18 [1d20=8]
Using Extra Effort. And Ahazar is mind controlled for now.
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"I am from a proud lineage. And you took that pride away from me!" Roared Ahazar as he punched Kharag back, this particular punch hitting a lot harder than Kharag's punch. "And then you took away the pride of our entire race! You reduced us to nothing but slaves. How dare you. HOW DARE YOU! YOU ARE AN HYPOCRITE! A LIAR!" Another punch. "CHARLATAN!" And another. "A FIEND!" And yet another punch. Kharag collapsed under the blow, coughing and wheezing, the armored fist having repeatedly hammered his chest until he couldn't breathe.
"How could you, Kharag? Tell me, before I kill you. I must understand how...why? True, I never liked you. But I never thought you could sink so low. Pathetic."
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Uh oh
1d20+8: 28 [1d20=20]
1d20+7: 21 [1d20=14]
Kharag is Dazed and Bruised.
Initiative
Ahazar
Kharag, 4 Bruise, Dazed
Dragonid
Dragonid is up.
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"I will never allow you to take the throne, Ahazar!" Said Kharag, getting back on his feet and snarling at the upstart. "Do you hear me under that cowardly armor?! NEVER! It is mine and mine by right!" Roaring, Kharag charged at Ahazar and punched him right in the face. However, a glowing force field manifested itself and the sound of cracking bones were heard.
'Silvar Drash. I need you to find a way to break his concentration and quickly. His armor is too much, I must break attack his mind.' He hurriedly said via telepathy.
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You're one lucky bastard.
Okay, Kharag is up again. He's going to try to bash the upstart Ahazar.
1d20+10: 19 [1d20=9]
Toughness roll:
1d20+12: 30 [1d20=18]
Dragonid is up again!
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Ahazar ducked as the flames approched him. Despite his armor and feeling of invincibility, fire remained a very primal fear for many species. Eager to get rid of the two Praetorians, he opened fire once more. Energy crackled around the gauntlet of the armor and soon erupted into a beam very similar in appearance (and sound) to the one the cybernetic assassins emitted from their mutilated faces. The shot struck Dragonid right in the chest and spilled out around him, scorching everything in close proximity to him.
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Initiative
Ahazar
Kharag, 3 Bruise
Dragonid
Ahazar sustain his Immunity to mental effects as a free action.
1d20+8: 20 [1d20=12]
I think that hit(?). DC 27 toughness.
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"Do you feel that, Kharag? This is the anger of my bloodline. Today, I shall right the wrongs of the past. I will free Za'ak from your yoke. And then a rightful, wise ruler will take the throne." Ahazar ranted, reveling in the power granted by his armor. "So many years have passed since you humiliated my ancestors. You really think I'm alone in this? There are countless amongst our kind who demand you tyranny end!"
The alien then fired another beam, this one aimed at Dragonid. "And you, creature, will know what happens to those who dare ally themselves with the tyrant."
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Initiative
Ahazar
Kharag, 3 Bruise
Dragonid
Ahazar sustain his Immunity to mental effects as a free action.
1d20+8: 16 [1d20=8]
I think that miss Dragonid.
Kharag would be up but is out for this round, so Dragonid is next.
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Initiative time. Via GM fiat, Kharag is out for the first round, leaving Dragonid to fight alone so you get a Hero Point. Now it's initiative time.
Ahazar: 1d20+2: 10 [1d20=8]
Kharag: 1d20+2: 12 [1d20=10]
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"It is simply how we do things. When a leader is unfit to lead, he must be removed, less he weakens those he rule over. It is how we have always done and how we will continue to do until the world is extinguished. Kharag blinded us with his power, his deeds and words of a greater destiny. He is nothing but a false god."
When Ahazar said that, Kharag's face twitched.
"He premised to take us to the stars and what did he do? Sell us. Like slaves. Livestock. So much for our great destiny amongst the stars. KHARAG! By the code of the ancestors, I challenge you for your position as ruler of the Za'akis." Ahazar declared, pointing at Kharag with an armored hand.
"And I accept, if only to make you swallow your words. May you choke on them. However, I will accept only on the condition that Dragonid joins me in battle."
"Afraid to lose, false god?"
"No, but he has stakes in this. Beside, you are a cheater and dishonorable cur. Don't act as if the code matters in this situation."
Ahazar stood up from his chair, pulling away his cloak, revealing a high-tech armor. "You were right about one thing, false god; the stars are ripe with treasures." He clenched his gauntleted fist, his face showing supreme arrogance. "Observe, this beautiful armor. A gift from my new allies. With this armor, I am even more powerful than you. Just another proof at how much you are nothing but a liar and trickster." Energy crackles around the armor and Ahazar fired a beam at Kharag, knocking him off balance.
"The battle begins now, fiend."
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"Whoa whoa hold on here, you're serious?" Cho said, still surrounded by glowing orange-red energies and crackles, both from her active powers and for intimidation. She stood there for a moment, before replying. "Uh, rethorical question...look, nevermind, you're actually serious about this?" Cho hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting to Maxima, Glamazon and then the robots. The energy and crackles dissipated.
"You better have a good reason for this!"
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After Kharag explained that, from his point of view it was now just as much Dragonid's battle as his own, the two set out to find where Ahazar was. After some looking around, they found themselves back at the damaged habitation complex, where the Za'akis had already returned despite the damage. When Kharag arrived, they simply looked at him with worry and pointed at the inside of the building. Siting on Kharag's dining chair was Ahazar. Around him were Za'akis, including Mohnak. It seemed those inside were those loyal to Ahazar.
"Ahazar. You are in my chair." Kharag simply said, deadpan.
"A comfortable chair, if I might add. Welcome, destroyer of Za'ak." He said, slouching on the chair. Ahazar looked exactly like in the picture Dragonid saw, safe for the addition of an high-tech helmet. Underneath his robes, the bulk hinted at the rest of an armor.
"You are one to talk, murderer."
"Oh, I'm the murderer? Let's be honest, Kharag; murder is what we do. Yes, I have the blood of my kin on my hands today but it pale compared to the sheer numbers of souls your unification of our people claimed. Those who died today are but a small price. You of all people should understand this mentality. But perhaps you haven't told this to your new allies, how much blood you have spilled to put an entire planet under your rule." Ahazar grinned and looked at Dragonid. "Has he told you? How much blood he's spilled? How many cities razed to the ground, how many dynasties toppled?"
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"He's also quite arrogant." The god-king pointed out, in a moment of complete and utter lack of self-awareness. "If I can provoke him, he might answer the challenge. As you pointed out, I am weakened and wounded. Defeating me in single combat, in front of everyone, would quite please him. If all else fail, you can simply join the battle. At this point, who cares about honor? It isn't about that anymore, it is nothing but petty revenge."
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Assuming it can be reached in a single round, Kharag will take 10 and attack another pirate. If there is one in range he will use takedown attack on another. As always, DC 25 to resist.
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"We will do things my way. The Za'akis way. The warrior's way." Kharag said, immediately leaving to find Ahazar, despite still showing signs of injuries from the battle against the two cybernetic assassins, mainly burns from the laser hits. Kharag wasn't in an optimal state to fight a battle against anything actually capable of harming him, which would be a problem if there were assassins left. "If Ahazar has any ounce of honor left in him, he will admit to his crimes. Then he can challenge me, the way it is supposed to be done. While he is no match for me, he is still a gifted warrior and a master of the ways of the mind, as I am. He can cloud his mind, meaning this will be a purely physical battle."
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"Hmm, and I thought my kind was the impetuous one. Very well then, we shall meet again at the dig site. Perhaps they will cover something to prove my kind did live on this planet and that, by our laws, it is ours. What I was simply going to say was this: I need those relics because I need us to retake our homeworld. Surely..." He paused for a moment, as Aya got up and prepared to leave.
"You know how it feels to have lost your home, haven't you? Lor-Van was destroyed. Za'ak is occupied by an alien species. I was hoping we could talk, I was hoping we could find something both of use to us in this, which is why I talked rather than act. I thought you were a principled, honorable woman and perhaps a great warrior. I was hoping this would allow us to see eye to eye; I was wrong." He took one final shot of his disgusting drink. "You are free to leave. We will meet again, on the surface."
As Aya left the bridge, with the Za'akis crew glaring at her despite not knowing a single thing about the meeting, she found her path cut off by another one, this one dressed in somber robes and carrying an elaborate weapon-staff. "So you are the Lor which the Captain spoke of. I must say, I am quite surprised he was so eager to talk, rather than act. Normally he's the one barking to 'get things done', usually with force." The new Za'akis said, this one sounding more like some smarmy butt-licker. "I take it from your expression this meeting has not gone well?" The alien bowed slightly. "I am Uvak. Diplomat, courrier, councillor and bureaucrat."
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"Most unfortunate, the skies are beyond my reach. More fortunately for me, there are plenty of ennemies on the ground." Kharag said, smirking, eager to jump back into the melee and tear antibodies apart with his bare hands. Such horrors deserve an ending like that. "One to lure a part of the ground forces, one to distract the air forces and one to hold back the remaining troops. Seems a feasible plan. I shall hold back those on the ground. The worst which can happen is my death and I assure you, such thing is not permanent. Death is but a mere wound for me, and all wounds heal in time."
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"The Delaztri empire." He corrected her, shaking his head. "The species which found and uplifted my kind. I'm sure you Lor know that this is nothing new; a spaceflight-capable civilization finds a more primitive one and uplift them to serve their needs. My race's 'golden age' follows their collapse. We know their empire collapsed and scattered, we simply picked up whatever we could and endured. That is why the records are so incomplete; a great cataclysm destroyed their empire we simply survived and built our own, much smaller one, on their ruins. But those are all mostly historical footnotes." He then waved his hand, dismisively, as if bored by his own story. It was so long ago few being in the universe were old enough to remember those days. And it seemed that rather than a glorious Za'akis empire it was more akin to barbarians inhabiting the ruins of a more advanced civilization, enduring like some hardy space vermin.
"That's not very relevant to this story, this saga. What is relevant is that my people need those artifacts on this planet and we need them now. I'm willing to talk it over, because you might understand. And perhaps we can find something useful for the two of us, Lor and Za'akis, in these dark times."
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Angered and frustrated at how everything seemed to fall apart after so much effort, after centuries spent uniting and trying to uplift his people from the dirt, Kharag started to crack, coming close to revealing to Dragonid why he was sometimes feared as a monstrous figure, capable of inflicting horrors upon his people. Dragonid felt a presence reaching into his head, about to claw into his thought...and retreating at the very last moment.
"No. My oath to the Praetorians prevents me from doing so." He said, immediately regretting having attempted to tear Dragonid's thoughts for any relevant information. In that moment, it seemed as despite being quite old, Kharag's appearance reflected his level of maturity; he looked like he hadn't aged a day since becoming an adult and it seemed that on many levels he had remained the young demigod prone to anger and irrational actions. "Tell me his name."
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Funny because he's biologically closer to an echidna or lizard.
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Okay, then it's his turn but he's busy drooling. Then Kharag's turn where he order Ahazar to take off the rest of the armor.