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Melchiresa
Jun 21, 2006

Nice guy.
Tries hard.
Loves hot dogs The Game.



Naivara Ulcahne

Naivara nods in agreement. "I'm sure we'll be able to find our way there." She then turns and hisses to ZIv, "think you're loopy? I knowyou are!" She pauses for a minute and considers his input, then turns back to the Admiral, plastering on the same cheery expression she uses when speaking to her own superiors.

"Admiral, I am sure this has been a trying day for you. I have one more question to ask. Rather than continue to pick your brain and bother you, we would like to access your comm logs and captain's logs."

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Look Around You
Jan 19, 2009

You're just lucky my jaw is broken!


The admiral pauses for a moment. "You mean you have not already accessed them?" she asks, bewildered.

Melchiresa
Jun 21, 2006

Nice guy.
Tries hard.
Loves hot dogs The Game.



Naivara Ulcahne

Naivara blithely waves her hand at the Admiral. "Merely a professional courtesy to ask, ma'am." Hopefully, she thinks to herself, this ends the discussion.

Look Around You
Jan 19, 2009

You're just lucky my jaw is broken!


Nodding, Valoryn replies, "Well I thank you for your courtesy, though it's hardly necessary when you have what I assume is full control over the ship..." she trails off.

Melchiresa
Jun 21, 2006

Nice guy.
Tries hard.
Loves hot dogs The Game.



Naivara Ulcahne

"Well, Admiral it has...certainly been an experience speaking with you," Naivara concludes as she casts glares at her teammates. "Ma'am, you will be placed in the brig upon our rendezvous with our team. The guards there will facilitate your placement. Until such time, we have no further questions." She emphasizes the end of her statement and locks eyes with her teammates on each word.

Naivara stands, turns on her heel and returns to the cockpit.

K Prime
Nov 4, 2009



Kacht-ka, Ka Remembrancer


Kacht-ka waits a bit before breaking the silence. "I didn't have any others anyway." He shrugs.


He reproduces the stained book with a flourish
"But I do have a action-speech to finish! Now, we were on the Parable of the Dead Shell..."

Look Around You
Jan 19, 2009

You're just lucky my jaw is broken!


Meriele and Kvardek arrive to the Plezents first, to the thunderous cheering of its crew. Not long afterwards, the Independence arrives, and the escort that Naivara radioed ahead approaches, along with the ship's XO, a Lieutenant by the name of Den Mallok. The squad leader, a sergeant, hustles up to Naivara and snaps a salute. "Ma'am, Security Forces Detachment Alpha ready to assume control of your prisoners!" the human sharply says. The squad quickly leads Valoryn and her lone honor guard to a shuttle to take them to the brig aboard the battlegroup's carrier. After returning any salutes given to him, LT Mallock addresses you, "Welcome back! If you'll follow me to the bridge, you have a special guest awaiting you..."

Once you arrive on the bridge, you are greeted by a female human of middle age with short, curly gray hair wearing the insignia of a Rear Admrial. "Welcome back, team! I am RADM Bostock Veeder, Commander of the Fifth Fleet of the Alliance Military. You guys did a great job over there on their command ship. You turned the tide of the battle. The Vular are in full retreat, and we dealt significant losses to their fleet. It's even better that you brought the ship home for us to investigate. And you took the commander alive... hopefully we can get some good intel from her too.

"Now then, I would like to present all of you with Silver Star medals. Ordinarily this award is not bestowed upon civilians, but I am making an exception due to the outstanding bravery you have shown," she says. Her attendant produces six small boxes with glass fronts, each containing a golden star with a smaller, inlaid silver star attached to a red white and blue stripped ribbon. She walks up to each of you individually, thanking you for your heroism. As she approaches Naivara, she pulls out a set of golden maple leaves as she says, "You have excelled in your role here, Captain Ulcahne... or should I say Major Ulcahne. Congratulations on your new promotion, Major! Wear those leaves with pride!" Next, she approaches Ziv, "And I didn't forget about you, Warrant Officer Dariox. You are now a Chief Warrant Officer 2. Congratulations, and keep up the good work out there!"

She steps back from everyone and address all of you. "I know you've been through hell out there, and I'd like to give you all a few days rest while we figure out where you all can help out with next. I'd also like you to know our armory and quartermaster is open to you for whatever gear you may need. Before you go to quarters, do any of you have anything you would like to say or ask?"

Wahad
May 19, 2011



Everything by design.



Meriele

She tries not to fidget too much as the rear admiral carries out the ceremony. The young singer isn't entirely sure if medals are deserved, at this point; but she does look forward to a little R&R. At this point, it was sorely needed. "Thank you, rear admiral," are all the words she'll spill on it, not trusting her tongue to carry the thoughts spilling about her brain adequately. Winding down for a few days would give her the chance to... she wasn't sure what, exactly. All her doubts weren't just gonna dissolve with a little self-care - but maybe it would help her see things clearer, if given time to think. Maybe.

TheArchimage
Dec 17, 2008



Kvardek

Kvardek stiffened at the cheers of the soldiers, and had still not recovered by the time he was in front of Rear Admiral Vedeer. He stared down impassively at the medal in his hand, knowing what he would have to do and hoping against hope it would not be taken as an insult. "I profusely apologize," he said, offering it back. "I cannot accept this. I understand it is a great honor, but that is exactly why I cannot accept it. For those on the Radiant Path violence is always regrettable, but we recognize it is sometimes necessary to defend your life and livelihood. We can never undertake violence in pursuit of glory. I will accept your thanks, and I will accept any equipment I might need to be of further use to you, but medals and honors? No. I must not, I cannot take them." He bowed his head, accepting the fault as his own and not the admiral's.

Doomykins
Jun 28, 2008

Didn't you mean to ask about flowers?



Zivilyn

Having had time to come down and run a little downer and chem flush on himself, Ziv beamed with pride as he got the medal. And chuckled a little at the promotion. More pay, better benefits. The idea of any authority eluded him. Until they saw fit to give him a team of like-minded scientists to do whatever he told them, authority was just something officers used to win arguments. "Thank you, ma'am. It's a right honor."

After Kvardek said his peace, Ziv figured the brass couldn't zero their sights on him too fast learner. He steps up and clears his throat. "Beggin' yer pardon, ma'am, but we've got reason to believe the planet Mraxis is a target of vital interest. Important enough to warrant Vular interest and even diplomacy with the natives. I reckon a certain new special ops team might be best suited for it. Ah, with all due respect and just mah two credits n' all."

Unknown Quantity
Sep 2, 2011

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Stoaga of the White Legs

At first confused about receiving the piece of metal and cloth in a box, Stoaga was about to question the nature of the object when she looks back at Zivilyn, surprised. They look back to Bostok with a very excited expression. "This one seconds the suggestion! This one is...native to Mraxis. Would be quite suited to mission." They're practically vibrating with anticipation as they stuff the medal into their coat. They'll just have to ask about the item's purpose another time. Meanwhile, they try to reciprocate the gesture that Ziv repeatedly performed on them, and leaps up to try to 'pat' her comrade. The need to leap, however, limits her ability to emulate the softer petting the action would entail.

K Prime
Nov 4, 2009



Kacht-ka, Ka Remembrancer


Kacht-ka accepts the medal with grace. Well, as much grace as a bug in a man suit generally can.

"Thank you, though I do not care for fame-honors. Mraxis or elsewhere, I must be back to work soon. I cannot sit. That is not my ka."

Melchiresa
Jun 21, 2006

Nice guy.
Tries hard.
Loves hot dogs The Game.



Naivara Ulcahne

Naivara clenches her jaw and wills her eyes not to roll throughout the ceremony. She was never one for pomp and circumstance, but she is polite - causing a scene would just make things take longer.

"Thank you, ma'am, this is a great honor. We're grateful and are looking forward to some R&R. We do believe that Mraxis is of strategic importance, so it is best we get there soon."

Look Around You
Jan 19, 2009

You're just lucky my jaw is broken!


The admiral's wide smile drops to a softer grin as her medal is refused, though she gives a perfectly measured response, "Very well, nobody is going to hold your religion against you... do not feel shame for it. As unfortunate as this war is, I am glad you are on our side for it." She then steps back and puts her hand on her chin, considering your requests for your next mission. "Alright, I suppose if you found intel suggesting there is something going on at Mraxis... and stars know what the Vular want on that backwater... you could go there for your next mission. You should be able to make the few jumps to get there in your ship, I would imagine. In any case, you all look like you took a few hits... I would like you all to report to the medbay and take at least a day to recover from your last action... and don't be afraid to relax for a little bit! There is a rec area on board if any of you are interested," she says. "Anyway, you all are dismissed. Good work out there." She turns around and takes a step away from you before realizing she forgot something. "Oh, Ulcahne, Dariox, you are owed some back pay in addition to the 5000 credit bonus from the medal and operation... I don't have time to calculate your exact paygrades out, and I don't know how many paychecks you missed, but 750 credits should be fair for a CWO2 and 1100 for a Major, at least as a bit of a stopgap here, I think. Now you're actually dismissed," she says with a smirk.

TheArchimage
Dec 17, 2008



Kvardek

Once they were dismissed Kvardek sidled alongside Kacht-Ka as they were leaving. "May I impose on your time a little? I do not wish to keep you from your own destination, we can talk as we walk." As they walked to wherever Kacht-Ka wanted to go, he explained, "I think of you as a philosopher and a teacher, and in the ways of war you are very much my superior. I would like to learn from you, if I could. As you may or may not know my model was not originally designed for combat. I was created to perform certain religious rites of our order which I need not elaborate on here. The philosophy of my Radiant Path differs quite strongly from your Ka. However, when it comes to war and combat the Path has little to offer. At times we think of battle as a failing of our brutish society, a disappointing failure of rational minds, or at best a grim necessity in an unenlightened universe. But these words are meant offer comfort to the scholar and mean little to the soldier, and even less to the farmer or plowman or even the priest caught up in the conflict. Now that I have seen combat, in fact, I find those words to be haughty and dismissive. Do not mistake me, I do not mean to leave my path for yours. I only wonder if the Ka has any words of wisdom for me, a civilian who does not wish to fight but circumstances force his hand."

Doomykins
Jun 28, 2008

Didn't you mean to ask about flowers?



Zivilyn

As the others separate, Ziv and Stoaga end up being the last two to leave the meeting. Ziv grins and straightens up after his partner finishes patting his head. "That's about th' nicest encounter wit' brass I've ever done did." He examines the medal for a minute before pocketing it, figuring he should wear it on civilian duds instead of his war suit. "Hey Ghostie, what say we catch a bite to eat? I can show you a few tricks fer city livin' while we're at it, teleporters and time wasters and what not. I reckon we oughta submit a lil' paper trail about Mraxis while we're at it... identify the Red Hands as enemy fighters n' all that." He gives her a wink and offers to lead the way to the barracks, or closest thereabouts that they can stow their gear and clean up.

Unknown Quantity
Sep 2, 2011

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Stoaga of the White Legs

"...This one does not need to eat, but will join you all the same." Stoaga remains perfectly still while delivering that, only moving forward to follow her comrade once she finishes her statement. Once at the barracks, Stoaga, likely after seeing Ziv and several others hanging their weapons up on racks, reluctantly follows the trend and places her rifle on one, its unique shape taking quite a few tries to properly align with the dimensions of the hooks holding said weaponry before she finally finds a means to click it into place. "This one is not used to 'weapon racks'. Would usually stash things in boxes."

Doomykins
Jun 28, 2008

Didn't you mean to ask about flowers?



Zivilyn

"Don't need ta or don't wanna?" Ziv grins as he takes off his vac-sealed power suit and uses a computerized inventory system to request a lockable wall-mounted store space. Once he's in his civvies he offers Stoaga that first lesson in tech and gets her a proper space for her rifle. "Better safe than sorry, yeah. Quite a pretty piece yer tottin'. Might surprise ya but the military gets a few gun nuts, heh heh." Once all that's sorted Ziv uses his obligatory wrist-mounted futuristic smart phone device to grab some relevant data from his suit's HUD and locks it all up, then catches a shower and a fresh change of civvies. He usually goes with something that says I'm a little bit country, a little bit from space, which is to say city-slickin' Elf.

Taking the time to pin his new medal juuuust right, Ziv follows up. "Ship this nice, chow line'll be used to.. special requests. Some of them allied races get irate if they try to subsist on the ol' grey goo. If'n you care for somethin' a lil' bloody... well, I was in the mood fer steak myself."

K Prime
Nov 4, 2009



Kacht-ka, Ka Remembrancer


"Circumstances cannot force you to do anything," says Kacht-ka, shrugging. "There is always a choice. You could have chosen to remain non-violent and die. The Ka would not have judged."

Kacht-ka turns to Kvardek. "You remember that every action you make is still a choice. Every hurt happens because you told yourself, yes, I will do this thing. I will hurt this being. Ka comes from knowing this. From understanding that you are making choices. That at the end of all things, it is those choices that define you."

He rests a hand on the android's shoulder. "Not all choices are equal. We, the Ka, always consider fighting those who dare steal choice from others to be the right thing. You do not have to agree with that to be a good being. But you must always consider your choices. If you want to stay who you are, you cannot start saying things like 'the circumstances made me.' That is what the Vular say to themselves too, I am sure of it. It is the lie of every fool who grasps at power without wisdom."

He raises his head to face Kvardek, and for a moment his helmet clears enough for Kvardek to faintly see 2 pairs of yellow eyes looking at him. "You have made the choice to commit violence. That is 'yours.' Do not let others dictate your way. There is no need for justification to them. Only to yourself. You must find that answer, grasp it tightly in your claws, and know every part of it. Only then will you be free of doubt."

Unknown Quantity
Sep 2, 2011

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Stoaga of the White Legs

She seemed rather unfazed by the assistance, and her general level of blank stare up until the word 'steak' was uttered, which catches her eye. "Stoaga knows this word! It is good cut of meat. Will gladly try it. Would show you how White Legs prepare meat, but cannot. No meat to cook." She fumbles around in a bag that amounts to her belongings, which were likely moved over from their smaller craft, and digs through boxes of ammo, spare carving knives, and various forms of herb before she finds what she's looking for: a pair of tripods and a length of iron with a crank handle. Evidently from her excitement at showing you these, her tribe's cuisine typically involves cooking meat on a spit over a flame. She puts the things away before eagerly following Ziv towards the mess hall.

Melchiresa
Jun 21, 2006

Nice guy.
Tries hard.
Loves hot dogs The Game.



Naivara Ulcahne

continued from #ic

Naivara allows a beat to pass before responding to Meri. "Yeah, the 'mostly' is...an issue." She then softens and pats Meri on the shoulder. "Take some time and really think - let those things sink in. All the skill in the world won't matter if your head's not in the right place. Maybe sometime, after you've had some time to think, we'll go hand to hand. Betcha...whatever...that it'll help more than running drills would."

Naivara gives her a smile and makes her way to her makeshift quarters to rest before the trip to Mraxis.

TheArchimage
Dec 17, 2008



Kvardek

"As a matter of fact, I could not passively accept my death and die. I have internal controls which make self-sacrifice difficult and self-termination impossible." He shook his head. "But that would be quibbling. I see your broader point: I had other options. I could have tried to sneak through the blockade another way, I could have joined the resistance in a support role, I could have buried myself in concrete and waited for it all to be over and done with. Even now, I have the right to turn my back and flee to my church. I do not believe there is a legal way for the Alliance to stop me. Should I so choose." Kvardek tapped a finger against his chin. "So I am unable to remain the way I am if I do not accept my choices. It is ironic, because I believe I have been telling myself I was forced into these actions to claim I am still the same person I was before. But you say I would become someone else if I were to stop thinking about why I made those choices and instead abdicated all responsibility? There may be some truth in that. I imagine a great many terrible things are possible when you tell yourself you have no other options."

A sound something like a laugh came out of him. "I came to you for pity but you have given me something much greater, I think. For all my knowledge I am still so young." He turned his head to look out a porthole window and into the sea of stars. "I do not owe justification to anyone, you say. Act according to your own morality. If an action you took is correct, no explanation to others is needed. If it was wrong, accept and learn from it so your mistakes are not repeated. It seems so simple, yet in practice it is a rather exacting mantra. I may need some time to unpack its nuances."

Wahad
May 19, 2011



Everything by design.



Meriele

"Right," she utters to an empty hallway, watching Naivara walk off with a sour expression. This wasn't what she'd come here for. So when she returns to her quarters, it's with low shoulders and a sulk on her face. Still, maybe the major was right. Maybe she did need to work on her attitude, for lack of a better term. So she dims the lights, and lights an electronic candle that she picked up from the rec room. "Face my fears. Stay in control. Easier said than done." Still, she settles down on the floor. Back when she was at the height of her career, her agent had recommended a meditation technique to her to keep her from succumbing to the pressure. Meri hadn't had time to sit down and relax like that since...well, since before the occupation of her home.

Her breathing slows down, and she stares at the candle. Face her fears. Stay in control. Breathe in. Exhale. The quiet hum of the spaceship, always just a little bit there, fades to the background and calms her. Face her fears. What was she afraid of? Her thoughts flash back to Valoryn, cutting into her over and over and over - her heart starts to race, her fists clench. No. She's done. Valoryn's facing the firing squad sooner or later, and Meri's still alive. Yes. She won. With the others at her side, she'd won. The elf slowly settles down to a relaxed state, reaching for a badge she'd grabbed off the drow commander in the heat of battle and turns it over in her fingers. This was her trophy. The proof that she'd stood up to a drow battleship with barely anything more than a handful of people - and won. Her fingers slowly clasp the little bauble, and a surge of confidence washes through her. Maybe she couldn't dominate all her enemies...but she could certainly win. If she could walk back from a suicide mission like that, then she could walk back from a lot.

Doomykins
Jun 28, 2008

Didn't you mean to ask about flowers?



Zivilyn

After getting some grub, rare for himself and most likely blue for the lil' lady, Ziv reckons he should see about showing Stoaga some of that tech tutorin'. While they're in an equipped barracks he figures he should check on some things at the firing range/armory. "Hey, scowl real fierce-like if anybody pays too much attention ta us, just fer a second..." And sure enough when nobody's looking he checks the settings on a "borrowed" las-rifle, propping open the charger and giving it a little over-clock test. Once he's got it goin' a bit zappier than usual he invites Stoaga to take a few shots at the range, himself testing that the modification gives his a little kick. He figures he should replace his ballistics shooter with a laser pointer but he wanted that little extra oomph that sent people flyin' on impact. (Flavor update to Magic Stones!)

"Mmm, there's no kick but ya can see th' burn on impact." He lines up a few on a holo-dummy and has adequate dexterous control... why, he might even be downright accurate! Each discharge is heated yet constrained, a far yet muffled cry compared to the tech they've shouldered to date.

Unknown Quantity
Sep 2, 2011

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Steven? Steven?!
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Stoaga of the White Legs

Taking a few moments to adjust to the new shape of the rifle, the new optics, and discovering that it, in fact, does not have a magazine, the first shot, with a sound profile not unlike that of her suppressed rifle, goes completely wide, very much above the target. Then her second shot. Then her third. She seems undeterred, slightly adjusting her shots until about her fourth shot, at which point the rifle overheating makes her leave her zoomed sights for a moment while it cools down. Another four shots later, only one of which barely grazes its top, her rifle's overheated again.

She puts the rifle down for a moment to look at the holographic targets. By walking up to them and staring directly at them from point blank. Then at where she fired. She seems to be trying to move the gears in her head by inspecting every inch of her section of the impromptu range, until she seems to have an idea. Sprinting back towards the beam rifle, she lines back up to fire on the target. The holographic mark is obliterated.

"...This one assumed bullets of light would drop due to distance. They do not. Stoaga is...pleased with this." A small smile forms on her face as she, rather quickly, finds her new toy easily managed.

Look Around You
Jan 19, 2009

You're just lucky my jaw is broken!


After a couple days rest, RADM Veeder greets you on the bridge. "Well, you guys seem to be getting antsy, don't you? You have permission to ship out to Mraxis immediately, if you're ready. It's decently far behind enemy lines at this point, so I hope your stealth drive works," she says. She then looks at Stoaga, "I fear some parts of it may look... different now. We don't have any intel on Mraxis, but the Vular are known for bending world to their whim. I do hope your homeworld is intact," she says. She then steps back, her eyes sweeping over the party. "You all stay safe out there and return in one piece, okay?" she says, a genuine concern leaking into her voice.

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After loading back into the Independence, you take off out of the Plezents and cloak before making a few jumps behind enemy lines to Mraxis. As you exit your last jump and close in on the planet, the first thing you notice is that wide swaths of the once great jungles and rainforests have been cut down to the ground, particularly on the southern end of the continent. The next thing you notice is the presence of a large, modern city on the northern side of the continent, which looks to be newly built. You also see multiple satellites, above the main continent of the planet, apparently locked in geosynchronous orbit.

Unknown Quantity
Sep 2, 2011

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Steven? Steven?!
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Stoaga of the White Legs

As Stoaga looks down at the world from above, she begins scanning for specific places, but as each one comes up, her expression becomes more and more upset. "Graggi nest gone...Qoopuco not here either...Destroyed Tarkamandur nest too? Not even Gyoprey roaming left?! But...wait..." She has a sudden realization. "Tarkamandur nest gone. That mean Jakkyou moved to..." With a great deal more panic to herself, she begins scouring the holographic map readout of the region from the ship. "No, that nest gone...that burrow destroyed...Red Hands. They knew these places good for making base. They and Vular destroy them. But that mean...Jakkyou is clever scout, must have found new place to stay, but...This one does not know where. Destroy Vular mission objective, but Stoaga cannot lose Jakkyou." Going back over to pick up her rifle, she holds it up and immediately moves back towards her 'leader' in Naivara. "Mraxis change much since last visit, but Stoaga still knows plants and animals, has sharp eyes. This one is yours to command."

Wahad
May 19, 2011



Everything by design.



Meriele

In the interim, Meri has done two things. One - been ceaselessly poked and prodded by the Alliance scientists, in order to upgrade her arm. She still feels a little numb in her shoulder, but she has to admit the flow of power feels somehow more...comfortable? Though whether it would prove worth all the poking would have to be proven by field practice. Two - she's continued her meditation, every evening. She was determined to prove to Naivara that she could become less of a liability, and more of a dependable actor.

On the ship, she was mostly reclining in her chair, letting Naivara fly the ship. In preparation for the 'jungle planet' Stoaga was taking them to, she had however considered a change in fashion; no longer all blacks, but more appropriate camo gear. Watching the White Legs sniper in obvious distress, however, the singer stands up, and gently puts a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. We'll find your friend." She watches the city down below, as well as the satellites. "Are we gonna be able to land undetected? Or do we have to pull off something tricky?" she asks to the group at large, unsure of what their chances were.

Melchiresa
Jun 21, 2006

Nice guy.
Tries hard.
Loves hot dogs The Game.



Naivara Ulcahne

Naivara squints at the displays and thinks. "It's hard to say until we get closer. I'd prefer not to land in the city limits and deal with gently caress-knows-what."

She turns to Stoaga. "I may be the one commanding you, but I'm not cocky enough to pretend I can go in here blind. You know this world far better than any of us do, and that's too valuable of intel to pass up. I promise, we'll do everything we can to find your friend but...we can't forget the larger mission at hand."

Naivara turns back to piloting and chews on her lip. Having to ask people to sacrifice even more, especially someone who had already lost as much as Stoaga, had to be the worst part of being in command. She'd had a rough night's sleep when she'd allowed the weight of decision-making to fall on her shoulders. It was one thing to be looked up to by other soldiers who knew you didn't know everything, but to be looked at as an expert by outsiders was...something else entirely.

TheArchimage
Dec 17, 2008



Kvardek

A new place, new materials, and time to work. It was time to upgrade once again. Kacht-Ka's words echoed in his mind as he worked, giving him new purpose. If the decision to fight, to kill, was a conscious choice then it followed that he must be more assertive in making it. Regret was nothing but indecision in the past tense. To that end he focused his upgrades on the one aspect of his frame he had been neglecting: stopping power. A few tweaks to his hand blasters and increasing the efficiency of their cooldown functions allowed him to nearly double their effects without sacrificing stability or increasing the risk of overheating. Yes, this would do nicely.

Looking down at the encroaching grey on the once-green planet, he began running through scenarios of landing and their immediate course of action. This would not be like with the Resistance on Teris; they were alone, with no support and no expectation of allies. What the drow wanted here was irrelevant; this crew had come to end the occupation and open up a new front in the war, and failure was no option. That meant their first actions would need to be handled very delicately indeed...

Using Augury: Would it be possible to land and hide in one of the main cities undetected using the cloaking device to conduct sabotage attacks in the city, or would it be more effective to disrupt clearing and settlement operations underway?

Look Around You
Jan 19, 2009

You're just lucky my jaw is broken!


Augury: Both would likely draw an equal amount of ire from the Vular, though it is likely that both LtCol Zinula and Holana are stationed somewhere in the city, although perhaps in different locations.

Wahad
May 19, 2011



Everything by design.



Meriele

Meri studies the map for a moment, trying to get a feel for the way the drow have been expanding. She's not a great strategist, but she does know how to hide. Now she just needed to hide a big-rear end spaceship instead of only her own moderately-sized rear end. "How about here? Should have enough room for the ship, but it's out of the way enough that the Vular won't stumble on it by accident. I think." She draws a circle along the holo-map to indicate the zone to Naivara and give her a direction to go.

Stealth to find a secluded LZ at 1d20+14=29.

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K Prime
Nov 4, 2009



Kacht-ka, Ka Remembrancer


Kacht-ka has spent the whole trip in quiet contemplation, on grounds of having nothing better to do. As always, he seems to take the various travails of the strike team in stride.
It has been a long time since he was a teacher with words and not deeds. The action is easy and familiar. It is still perhaps his greater strength.

This will not do. It is not words that are needed for what is to come.
Kacht-ka meditates on death, and the emptiness of words.
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Kacht-ka has been pondering the burning for some time. Finally, he speaks. "A familiar look. It is like home. Perhaps there is yet time. We should land swiftly."

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