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Post by dakota on Sept 15, 2018 7:12:37 GMT -5
Lex joined Vivian looking for weapons, though he was content to rely on his suit. "Powell, just how long have you been planning this attack? Or are you making it up as we go?"
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Post by doc on Sept 15, 2018 14:40:29 GMT -5
"Little bit of both." Powell responded. "The basics I knew, but integrating all of you into the plan and making it work is a bit more of a creative exercise. Like designing an assembly line - you can have all the machines, but you need people to make it work, and how they work effects the end result of the line. Speaking of -"
The corridor branched into two paths before you.
"Alright, we need two teams - one is going to head for the Imperial court at the summit of the tower, and the other is heading for the machine control room in the sub basement."
He looked to each of you for your answer.
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Post by yendorj on Sept 16, 2018 15:30:25 GMT -5
"We'll go for the control room. Those courses in new science will prove handy."
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Post by Mierin on Sept 16, 2018 22:23:11 GMT -5
Vivian looks over at Lex. "I guess that means we get to go to the Imperial Court then."
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Post by dakota on Sept 19, 2018 11:02:45 GMT -5
"They always say the best way to deal with a snake is to take off it's head." Lex said, nodding to Vivian. "Never one for subtlety. Let's kick in the doors and introduce ourselves as their executioners." He smiled.
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Post by doc on Sept 21, 2018 22:10:14 GMT -5
(Rex)
Rex and his companion were accompanied by the Mayerts brothers as they sank lower into the structure. They came to an opening on a catwalk.
The opening was easily 20 stories tall - they were near the middle, perhaps 150 feet up from the "floor" - there were other catwalks made of a green chitinous substance that bordered the wide, cylindrical chamber, each with spokes like a wheel of paths leading to the center.
At the center was a large mass of flesh. Into the flesh, pale skinned beings like the ones you fought plunged their hands into the mass. Their large black eyes went pale, and their bodies became rigid.
There were also a set of armored guards protecting those with their hands in the flesh.
Ezekiel rubbed his beard. "I don't see how that works - some kind of control where you push on nerves? Like a pressure point technique?"
Augustus spun a scimitar in anticipation. "I request a shot at the biggest ones."
Ezekiel shook his head. "Always a little too eager to challenge yourself, brother."
(Lex and Vivian)
Matt, the Duchess, Lex and Vivian were led by Powell to the Royal Courtroom. The entire room was a giant amphitheater coated in chrome, making it seem almost like some kind of strange hall of mirrors, with columns reaching to a giant domed ceiling. Directly beneath the apex of the dome was a raised dias on which a pink and silver throne was placed.
The room was full of strange beings - not just the tall, white beings, many of them in the black armor as before, but you could also pick out representatives of the species that had accompanied Powell when you met him in his new body on this planet- a centaur creature, a winged humanoid, and even stranger creatures.
Relak of the Death Marchers was a breed apart - he was roughly 6 and a half feet tall, hairless, broad and muscular, with a hawk like nose, Large oval eyes the color of blood, and a deep purple skin. He had a crown of 8 bony horns protruding from his skull, supporting a circlet of silver studded with rubies. He wore long black robes, and carried a long black metal staff. He sat on the throne and looked at the figure before him - one of the pale humanoids like the soldiers you fought.
"You have committed Treason Against Kalabaru-"
"YOU ARE NOT THIS WORLD!" The accused spat out.
"Let your falsehood be your epitaph, as I will now demonstrate." Relak stomped his staff twice.
The chrome of the floor came alive and coated the prisoner.
He screamed as it shoved its way into his mouth.
"Your sentence will be to provide nourishment for the world you tried to harm."
The living statue struggled against the liquid metal encasing it. You could see the figure was starting to diminish - first muscle tissue dissolving in chunks as pulses were sent into the floor, followed by bones, which you could hear breaking.
The assembled figures clapped.
"Next. Ah yes - the highest traitors. Bring out my former mate and her love-spawn."
A female of the same species as Relak was shuffled out. Next to her, tied in bonds of the same living chrome was a young male, with a lighter color of skin and very human, blue eyes.
Powell gulped, and you could see perspiration starting to tear away at his white body paint.
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Post by yendorj on Sept 23, 2018 21:18:14 GMT -5
“I believe automatons, using a typewriter input. Similar to your knowledge of fighting styles, though refined and less…haphazard.”
“He always tries to overcomplicate things,” sighs Lady Maraby. “They’re giving orders, and the structure obeys. Do take out the big ones quickly, so we can see about doing some unladylike damage.”
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Post by dakota on Sept 25, 2018 19:56:57 GMT -5
"Powell, you all right?" Lex asked as he saw the reaction. He looked back, "All right, if we kill Relak, how does that change things up? It's a easy shot for Viv or I and they should have a hard time figuring where it came from."
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Post by Mierin on Sept 30, 2018 19:13:18 GMT -5
Vivian is glad for the mask she is wearing, hoping it's hiding the reaction she is having to the scene in front of them. 'Wow, thanks for the nightmares, Powell.' Vivian thinks to herself. Noting Powell's reaction, she whispers, "Do you know them?"
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Post by doc on Oct 1, 2018 7:10:02 GMT -5
(Rex)
"Lady, you're speaking my language." Augustus bounded away, his already impressive strength amplified by the low gravity. He cleaved the head off the biggest guard with his scimitar and then whipped the corpse into his companion. His howl echoed throughout.
Ezekiel sighed as he fired a heavy crossbow bolt into another guard. "We'll cover you, now run!"
(Lex and Viv)
"Shoot the staff out of his hand, and then keep him away from the throne. Please...save my wife and son." Powell pleaded.
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Post by Mierin on Oct 1, 2018 21:58:23 GMT -5
Vivian sighs to herself. 'It's only his wife and son. No pressure there.' Vivian says quietly to Lex. "Back me up, just in case. Let's cause some chaos." Vivian smirks quietly before lining up the shot, aiming at Relak, attempting to shoot him so he'll drop the staff, using an exploding tip arrow for maximum damage.
strike: pOW48dFw1d20+3
damage, if hit: 6d6
1d20+3·6d6
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Post by yendorj on Oct 2, 2018 0:14:32 GMT -5
"What part of 'subtle' do they not understand?" she asks Rex with a sigh, as both bolt, taking off at a run.
Mr. Colt grimly chuckles, "I'll instruct them on the proper methods after this. After we spend time dancing and dining."
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Post by dakota on Oct 3, 2018 21:33:41 GMT -5
"Don't I always?" Lex said with a wink as he unslung his Trencher, then removed the magazine long enough to swap the first four shells for ones with red casings. Slapping it back in place, he slowly racked the first one into the chamber, catching the ejected brown shell and slipping the extras in a belt pouch. He slid up next to Vivian where she could see him in her peripheral vision, then gave her a simple nod, "You got this, Steelfist."
If she did miss, he would see it, and the four shells he loaded each held a single hollow pointed hunting slug instead of his normal twelve lead balls were capable of reaching the throne without jeopardizing Powell's family while she reloaded. "The rest of you better be ready for all hell to break loose." He said softly as he lined up his shot.
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Post by doc on Oct 3, 2018 22:05:17 GMT -5
(Rex)
"Augustus has loved a good fight - above anything else. Ever since ...well, the thing, he's gotten even more into his training - even talked about opening a school." Ezekiel laughed as he opened fire again.
Augustus Mayerts executed an aerial tornado kick that sent a trio of guards flying. "I LOVE THIS PLACE!"
Rex and the Lady had a clear path.
(Lex and Vivian)
Vivian's shot is true as the staff goes flying from his hand.
"WHO DARES?" Relak bellowed, only to be met with a jumping punch from Powell.
"Right here, you bastard. Now step away from my family."
"Ah...finally, the white monster returns to save his bastard." Relak chuckled as he drew a sword. "COME! LET US MAKE AN END OF THIS."
"On this, we agree."
The Royal court panics, as the Guards try to make their way to Lex and Viv.
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Post by yendorj on Oct 3, 2018 22:40:41 GMT -5
ub6UjprG1d100 Analytical Mind 1d100 Advanced Electronics
1d100 Advanced Mechanics
"A school? Perish the thought." Now close to the controllers, they begin to examine things, both keeping an eye out for trouble.
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