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Post by dakota on May 22, 2018 7:24:02 GMT -5
"Brace for... if they did not see us coming, the crash site will definitely them we're here." Lex said, checking his buckles were tight.
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Post by yendorj on May 23, 2018 15:34:33 GMT -5
Both buckle in, trying to remain calm about having to land hot.
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Post by doc on May 23, 2018 21:35:47 GMT -5
There was the lurch of metal and a terrible shaking, and perhaps even the sound of trees snapping. A sudden lurch sent you forward in into your harness, but they held tight.
A few moments later, Augustus Mayerts stirred and got out. "Everyone OK?"
You were now seated on the ground...or at least it felt like such - your backs were no longer pressed against the seat. Mayerts walked along what was once the ladder as he entered the pilot's den.
"...aw nuts. Guys? Powell's out...he's barely breathing."
Matthew chimed in. "So, do we take a look-see out yonder for little green men?"
(GM note - everyone roll 2D4)
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Post by yendorj on May 25, 2018 19:01:40 GMT -5
nWAzLiGz2d4 Colt 2d4 Lady Angeline
"I'll take a look at him," says Colt, trying to keep from groaning as he rises on legs regaining strength. "Just...keep an eye out for natives who are not so friendly."
Lady Angeline sits straight up, stretches, yawning. "Very short, unwanted, but useful, nap."
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Post by Mierin on May 26, 2018 18:35:20 GMT -5
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Vivian cautiously gets up, making sure she wasn't injured in the crash.2d4
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Post by dakota on May 27, 2018 16:14:25 GMT -5
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Lex goaned as he pulled off his straps, his knees jellied from wild ride. “I will never complain about the train ride from Windy City ever again.” Stretching, he watched Rex go, “ I’ll take a looksee outside.” He offered, going to put on his gear.2d4
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Post by doc on May 27, 2018 21:15:02 GMT -5
Rex and Lady Angeline sit up and practically rocket themselves out of their seats towards the cabin, their falls as light as feathers. Once Rex got to the pilots cabin, he found Powell's prone form and checked for a pulse (roll your medical skills, if any).
Vivian managed to get up without incident, and noticed that it was easier to move than expected; she felt light on her feet as though the ground could barely hold her.
Lex managed to get on his gear but it seemed incredibly light, as though it were some kind of cardboard replica of itself, though it felt absolutely right to you, save for the weight.
Peeking outside the hatch, Lex could see two separate parties converging on their position through a rough forest of scarlet leaves and obsidian bark. The first group were pale-skinned, but looked to be nearly 3 meters tall, and covered in black, insectlike armor. They marched in military formation with a large red and white banner, and were armed with some kind of halberds.
The second group was smaller and more rag-tag. Lex could make out some kind of bug-eyed insect man, but smaller and bright green. There were also a pair of bird-like creatures and some kind of centaur. In the lead was a human figure in a simple loincloth and white bodypaint.
The two groups had not seen each other yet, but it was clear to Lex they would soon.
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Post by yendorj on May 30, 2018 0:36:02 GMT -5
hRBlD2IJ1d100 Paramedic
Lady Angeline tries to stop herself. "Remarkable! We're lighter here!...That would mean...Oh...let's not try firearms just yet..."
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Post by dakota on May 31, 2018 12:07:19 GMT -5
"We have company." Lex announced as he saw the two groups approaching while buckling the last strap on his armor. He had noticed his armor seemed lighter as Lady Angeline commented. "Not picking sides, but we've got a bunch of oddballs or a group that look like they could have german insignia on their armor. I say we wait and let them make the first move." Even as he did, he was readying his trencher.
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Post by Mierin on Jun 3, 2018 21:48:05 GMT -5
Vivian frowns as she wonders why she feels lighter. '|Less gravity?' she wonders to herself. Standing up, she looks around and raises an eyebrow when Lex warns them that trouble is coming. 'That was fast.' she thinks to herself. Readying her bow and arrow, Vivian hopes shooting is the same here as it is back home.
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Post by doc on Jun 3, 2018 22:46:41 GMT -5
You hear the unmistakable sounds of battle outside in the forest; Apparently the two parties hate each other more then they care to face you.
Rex can only find the faintest signs of a pulse - it's regular, but so slow that you'd assume the body was dead.
Augustus Mayerts folded his arms. "I don't like waiting, but I don't like picking sides when we don't know who we should be on the side of."
"Rather inconvenient, our guide going to sleep like that." Duchess Isabella Yorkshire had retrieved her pistols and had them at the ready.
Matt took a moment. "Maybe it is for us...but maybe that was the plan...." He spun the tomahawk in his hand as he took a moment to peer out the hatch. "Nasty fight out there - but I don't think it'll last long."
Ezekiel spoke up. "What makes you say that?"
"In my experience? You got a ragtag group fighting an organized, disciplined army. Thing is, if they are irregular fighters, they're here because they got purpose - passion. That counts for a lot. On the flipside, if you're a big army with a lot of manpower and resources, smart thing to do is pull back, then regroup with superior firepower to overwhelm the irregulars at a later date."
Augustus nodded. "...makes sense - probably would have been how we worked things back in our Legion days."
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Post by yendorj on Jun 5, 2018 22:11:42 GMT -5
"Alive, barely. Unless one of us can speak the local language, we regroup, fortify, wait. He could be transported, but not sure if he could take both that and a running firefight."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 6, 2018 19:48:58 GMT -5
Vivian pauses before asking, "So, we should stay put for now? Or do we need to go now to get Powell help? Where would we be able to find help here?"
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Post by dakota on Jun 8, 2018 9:17:44 GMT -5
As Lex watched the battle, he could not help thinking the armored side reminded him of the Germans in Europe for some reason, and he took an instant dislike to them. "There is a good chance that if they are willing to fight out there, then they likely have someone with medical training with them. Unless one of you went to medical school, Powell needs more help than we can give him here and since he's the only pilot, we need him alive, so we may need to pick a side. From what he told us about this place, I'd lay money that the the military group is the leader's army, and the last people we want to get their hands on him."
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Post by doc on Jun 9, 2018 21:33:25 GMT -5
The sounds of battle soon ceased.
"Seems we're going to have company now." Matt spun his tomahawk. "I might suggest we refrain from the firearms. I don't know what kind of chemicals Powell used to fuel this rocket, but I reckon none of the react well to bullets."
The Mayerts brothers punched their open hands in unison. "Suits me just fine." August smiled.
The hatch door opened, and the white painted figure dropped to the ground.
He spoke in English, his voice familiar.
"Welcome to Kalabaru."
His head was shaved, his body lean and muscular. The face that looked to the group was easily a decade younger than the Arnold Powell who was comatose in the pilot's chair.
"I'm sure you have questions." The white painted Powell smiled. "But I would suggest saving them for later. We need to get to a safe haven."
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