EC Session 8.7

WC GM: Evening, Merch 3 Merday. //
Alarms blare as the party runs into the alien structure, with Trombe in front. Yeah, whoever's running security knows you're here.
The doors are too small for Trombe to fit through. The party winds up running through recently-created holes in the surrounding walls.
Hector: "I knew this wasn't going to be easy, but this is frigging ridiculous!"
ORN: "? How so?"
Pak: "Aleeeert."
[OOC] ORN: aw, not even a giant map of doom?
Hector: "Shut up and keep running!"
[OOC] WC GM: You're kind of moving too fast to map.
Those who look to the rear might notice the walls are sealing up behind the party.
Riia pumps her rifle for emphasis, catching and reloading the expelled round.
Cassandra_Lionheart runs with the group and focuses on trying to attack things or make holes in the walls.
ORN drops a charge behind, on 6sec timer
Pak is just runreallyfasting.
The charge goes off, delaying that wall's regeneration
Pak: "Where are we running anywaaay? @_@"
That…seems to be a very good question.
Trombe keeps charging blindly.
Cassandra Lionheart: "I don't know. But we have no escape route as of right now."
[OOC] WC GM: Navigation, all.
Riia signs: "Towards pit where Grav dug, yes?"
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 27 for a total of 27
Riia rolled 1d100 and got 63 for a total of 63
[OOC] Hector: Pass by 73 with no penalty.
[OOC] Riia: Fail by 38
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: I don't have Nav…roll anyways?
[OOC] Riia: Eh, I think you can critpass
Cassandra Lionheart rolled 1d100 and got 30 for a total of 30
ORN rolled 1d100 and got 58 for a total of 58
[OOC] Hector: 10+3xStat.
[OOC] ORN: nope. straight lines are best when you've got explosives!
[OOC] ORN: which stat?
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 91 for a total of 91
[OOC] Pak: Well, i don't even remember if I had it~
[OOC] Hector: Mag.
[OOC] ORN: fail by 9 then if its defaultable
[OOC] Pak: But I failed anyway.
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: pass by 7 then.
Hector: "This is a trap."
Hector: "Something's making it so we're just runnin' in circles."
Pak: "Eeep."
Hector thinks of how to crack this nut.
ORN: "Would you prefer downwards, then?"
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 84 for a total of 84
Cassandra Lionheart: "Damn it..We are pretty much."
[OOC] Hector: Rolled Tactics of 141 to find a solution.
[OOC] WC GM: PMed
Cassandra Lionheart: "Okay maybe we should stop running. I think we are about to hit the wall that are being made!"
Trombe punches through another wall just then. ORN can see the blast marks from his earlier explosives on it.
ORN: "Then This Group shall simply consume their way down"
ORN: "This was a previous location"
[OOC] ORN: bombs > breadcrumbs
[OOC] WC GM: Figured
Hector: "Consume or blast, I suppose."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods.
Hector: "Good thing I picked up a new trick. Orn, you and Trombe figure out where the best place to shoot is, and I'll fire."
ORN jams an arm into a wall and tries to get a feel for the region's layout
Trombe has, by now, slowed to a halt.
Pak stops too.
[OOC] WC GM: ORN: VIT check.
ORN rolled 1d100 and got 5 for a total of 5
The region tries to stick an arm into ORN. Fortunately, ORN is quite able to reject it.
ORN: "… you are OUR food. SUBMIT"
ORN: "these areas live."
Cassandra_Lionheart quietly watches on, hoping her brother is okay.
Eric Lionheart: "Hmm."
ORN will check; if its mostly useless tasteless organic crap, bomb it. otherwise, eat it. its good practice for later
It is "organic" in that it contains whiskers of diamond, but there is quite a bit of stone and metal too.
ORN: "… This Unit would suggest haste: This could eventually have ideas of… digestion towards This Group."
ORN will rip out the diamond and stone, leaving the regular carbon chains to be lonely and bored
Pak: "Okay…"
[OOC] Riia: …you mean the metal? Because the diamon IS the carbon chains…
[OOC] WC GM: Which way? Side? Front? Up? Down?
Cassandra Lionheart: "Why do I get the feeling..ohh, IT wanted to eat us?"
[OOC] Riia: Down, I believe Hector said
[OOC] ORN: down. wide enough for even trombe if we've the time, else, bombs to aid and only a bit of eating to smooth out the hole for size
ORN makes a hole leading down! Below is another corridor.
Trombe leaps in.
[OOC] ORN: riia: actually diamond is just one form of carbon. there's tons of it in other organic setups that isn't.
Cassandra_Lionheart follows Orn and the others down.
ORN checks composition of new corridor; we're in trouble as long as its organic
[OOC] ORN: usually in long long chains, ya know? ;p
It is the same composition. It's the same base, after all.
Pak jump~
[OOC] Riia: "It is "organic" in that it contains whiskers of diamond," end quote.
Trombe follows the others this time.
[OOC] Banpreios: ffffffffffffff
ORN: "Direction?"
[OOC] ORN: what's last you got hector
[OOC] WC GM: I got it
[OOC] Riia: Presumably the thing is using diamond as nerves….
[OOC] WC GM: Or structure.
[OOC] WC GM: Or both.
[OOC] ORN: to track us, though my first guess was that they might also double as something a little nastier. the ever closing walls aren't too good for your air supply, I'd keep an eye on that
[OOC] Riia: Eh, whatever
Trombe: "Query: continue in the downward direction?"
ORN: "…"
ORN nods at the Trombe Unit
ORN starts on another hole
Pak: "c.c"
[OOC] ORN: was waiting for hector to point us but trombe work too
[OOC] Hector: Sorry, I'm still a bit lost here.
Trombe rams through when ORN starts the hole…
[OOC] WC GM: Awareness, all
ORN rolled 1d100 and got 81 ( Total: 81 ) **
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 68 ( Total: 68 )
[OOC] ORN: pass by 19
Riia rolled 1d100 and got 4 ( Total: 4 )
[OOC] Hector: Pass by 32 with no penalty.
Cassandra Lionheart rolled 1d100 and got 38 for a total of 38
[OOC] Riia: Critpass by 94
[OOC] Hector: Riia suddenly gains COSMIC AWARENESS.
[OOC] ORN: can't be surprised but never hurts to know early
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: pass by 62
Fortunately, everyone ELSE sees the black starfield beyond and refrains from jumping.
Riia blinks
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 71 for a total of 71
[OOC] Pak: Even me.
Pak er.
Riia blinks
Riia: //=o //
Pak: "…Ohhhh, wait, I get it."
Riia points up and signs: "Gravity reversed!"
Riia signs: "Dig through ceiling!"
Trombe floats in the empty space "below" the party. The planet drifts in the background.
Pak: "They gravity-warped us so that we'd accidentally go out into the surface again."
ORN nods
ORN: "Very well"
ORN fires a few shots above
Pak: "But that's so mean! We can't rely on normal means to mark our path, and we can't rely on gravity…"
Hector fires a Shock-beam straight upwards.
[OOC] Riia: I dun suppose anyone has a rope or a grappling hook?
ORN: "Marking path is possible in the short run, and can be assured…"
Cassandra_Lionheart uses a fated circle to aid in making the hole.
It is not that hard to breach the wall - hard as it is, when compared to the party's arsenal…
ORN: "remain aware when changing locations; keeping hand on a surface may aid to notice any shifts"
Pak hm.
Pak attempts Sight.
ORN waits for pak's new info
Trombe: "Trombe unit will attempt to rejoin party. Advise continued progress into facility without delaying for Trombe unit."
Riia waves in agreement to Trombe.
Riia looks at the ceiling and tries to figure a way to get into the hole before it seals…
ORN: "Remain near Felicia for additional support."
Pak sees a rush of information…wait, over there. A firefight, and blood.
Pak: "Wha- wait!"
ORN: "Enjoy targets of opportunity, and keep an eye out for potentially non-hostile Viera."
Pak: "I think…"
ORN: "?"
Hector: "What's up?"
Pak: "I think I found something."
Pak points to third eye.
Pak: "I see blood, and I think some people are fighting."
Cassandra_Lionheart gulps.
Pak: "Over… there!"
Pak points in a direction!
ORN will head straight that way, blowing up anything in between that way and the party
Pak is pointing just "up" of what seemed for sure like it would lead out.
Several walls give their integrity in a futile attempt to stop ORN.
[OOC] ORN: well with gravity as it is, its as good a guess as any, unless someone's been micromanaging their fields to fuck with his arm as he points
Hector: "So that's our goal, huh?"
Hector goes after Orn.
Cassandra_Lionheart follows the group.
ORN: "Futile Sustenence. Allow passage or suffer upon your new owner's acknowledgement!"
ORN glares at the walls as he passes: food does NOT fight back!
A few explosions later, one wall is blown up as ORN merely points to it. Several munitions pour in behind the explosion - easily missing the party, though.
Pak nods! "Yeah, this is it!"
Riia takes aim.
Pak doesn't duck, not realizing he's being shot at.
On the other side - yes, that's a firefight.
Several Viera are taking cover, in two roughly equal sides.
None seem to have noticed the party yet.
ORN will keep at front of party.. friendlies getting shot would be bad
ORN quietly turns to pak
ORN: "Seduction may be in order."
Pak: "Huh?"
Pak drops sight.
Cassandra Lionheart: "What?"
Pak: "Oh! Got it."
Riia frowns and attempts to assess the situation.
[OOC] Riia: Are the Viera fighting, or did the city drop the bombs on them?
[OOC] WC GM: The Viera are fighting each other.
[OOC] Riia: Ah.
[OOC] ORN: once both sides are busy feeling up pak, they won't be fighting anymore
Pak hms.
[OOC] ORN: so he can talk to them!
Riia readies her noisiest, most attention-getting round and fires it off.
[OOC] Riia: Into the ceiling, that is.
Riia looks stern, and very dangerous.
There seem to be nine Viera on one side, dressed in red colors with a variety of weapons. On the other are ten Viera, in urban camoflauge with standardized equipment.
The fighting stops.
[OOC] Riia: Red's probably rebels…probably.
ORN: "hm…"
ORN: "Which side fights for what?"
Cassandra_Lionheart gets a grip on her sword's hilt, just in case.
ORN says that loudly as the party's obviously been already noticed
Riia looks over the group, then pushes Pak forward slightly.
Pak eep.
The Viera look at the party.
ORN: "This one wishes to provide pleasure and moral support"
ORN points at Pak
[OOC] Riia: Riia can probably understand them, but she can't speak and the sign would probably be viewed as a weakness…
One of the urban-camoed speaks up. "Planetsiders! Language…ah…"
ORN: "But unfortunately is currently unsure of whom to aid with morale duties"
Hector: "Hi."
Pak tries to look especially non-threatening.
The speaker fiddles with some equipment. "Translator…delay…please…"
ORN nods
ORN: "Take your times"
Pak speaks in Viera. "No Need."
Pak: "I can translate for group."
UrbanCamoed: "No! No, other side have no translator. This better."
Pak looks at other side.
Indeed, the red-dressed ones are blinking, confused.
[OOC] Pak: Does speaking Viera work?
[OOC] Riia: Ahh.
ORN: "Very well"
Riia signs to Pak - "Black/Grey do not wish Red to understand."
Pak: "Oh."
Riia signs: "Do we wish?"
ORN nods at Riia a yes
Riia signs: "Better still, ask Black/Grey why is better."
Pak: "Why not wish red side to understand?"
Pak pouts a bit.
Pak: "We are outsiders and do not understand conflict."
[OOC] ORN: PFFFT
[OOC] Riia: "Conflict is alien to us!"
[OOC] Eric Lionheart: lawl
Pak: "And I like speaking in native tongue… Though rest of group cannot."
[OOC] Riia: Though he's probably just simulating pidgin Viera by omitting words, like "this."
One of the red Viera - wearing a yellow helmet - speaks in her language. "They're here! They made it through the outer defenses. Sniper, weren't you supposed to stop them? Retreat and regroup!"
The red ones run away.
[OOC] Riia: So, it's a good thing I said "probably."
Pak: "Oh."
Pak: "Red was shooting at us."
UrbanCamoed: "For one, if you understood half of that?"
Pak: "Those jerks."
Riia nods.
Pak: "Nevermind~ <3"
UrbanCamoed: "Not at you, but they would have soon."
Pak walks towards camoViera.
Riia nods again.
ORN: "And their reasons?"
The remaining Viera relax.
Pak: "No, they shot at as we tried to enter moon."
Cassandra_Lionheart watches the red ones run away, and relaxes the grip off her sowrd.
Riia signs: "Black/Grey is rebels….unless situation more complex than I thought."
Pak leans over any cover they might be hiding behind. And might I mention, for reiteration, that pak is /still/ dressed in a skin-tight rubber catsuit?
UrbanCamoed: "They serve Grav. You are the Ahiru and company, yes?"
ORN closes up his right arm
ORN nods at Riia
Pak: "Yep. Ahiru is girl back there."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yes we are."
Riia nods at the Viera.
ORN: "Investigating its complexities is rather the point"
Riia looks over the Viera for any equipment she might recognize.
The Viera are indeed giving Pak a close examination.
[OOC] Riia: That is, by a familiar inventor…
[OOC] ORN: saiai are you saying the whole party's getting pakserviced against our will?
[OOC] Pak: ?
[OOC] Pak: WEll, it's up to you to actually /stare/. If you don't look too hard you won't see anything.
Riia generally recognizes the equipment - evolutionary improvements of the standard fighting gear that was around when she was last here.
Hector: "Hm. Alright, then at least we know what's up now."
Pak: "I am Pak. I'll act as the diplomat between our group and yours."
Pak: "Since I can speak your language natively."
Pak: "Or… near-natively, anyway."
The Viera speaker waves downward to the others, who lower their guns, then looks to Pak. "Natively? You are not one of us."
Hector holds his hand out to who seems like the leader. "Hi, Hector Belmont, at your service. I'm kinda the leader of this little outfit, even though I'm not much of a diplomat."
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: brb
Pak: "Sorry. Having been granted power by one of your kind, sometimes I get a little lost in which type of being I am. n.n;"
The speaker looks at Hector's hand oddly, not understanding.
ORN: "… … This Unit had forgotten abou that"
ORN stares at hector a moment
UrbanCamoed: "Oh! You are the Toy."
Pak: "Ah, he's offering a handshake."
Hector: "Oh, for…"
Pak: "…T…toy? n.n;"
Hector: "Wait, him or me?"
The speaker sniffs Hector's hand while pointing at Pak.
Pak: "Me…"
ORN: "In all fairness planetside viera used both of you as breeding material for a time"
Pak: "No, she means… uh…"
Pak: "Since I was basically experimented on from space…"
Riia frowns…
Pak: "Or something…"
Pak ohs. "Wait, no, no, he means do this."
Pak shakes hands with hector.
Pak: "This is a greeting and sign of trust on our planet."
UrbanCamoed: "Breeding and…oh! It is sign of affection?"
ORN nods
The other Viera are looking very closely at Pak shaking hands with Hector.
Riia shrugs
Riia shakes her head.
Hector lets go. "See? Now, you do that with me."
[OOC] Riia: "And then we have sex, yes?"
Pak: "Um… what did you mean by toy?"
[OOC] ORN: can't blame a golem for trying to ensure good diplomatic relations
UrbanCamoed: "…share affection? Okay."
The speaker shakes hands with Hector.
Hector: "There we go. Now we're officially acquainted."
She then hand-signs to the other Viera, who blink, look among each other, and then gather around Hector as well.
[OOC] Riia: Ein minetun, bitte - Ahiru's amulet. Does it still need two more charges?
[OOC] WC GM: Three.
[OOC] Riia: Three? Plu, and Min - I thought they had to come before Grav, since Grav's the secret one.
[OOC] WC GM: Yes.
[OOC] Riia: Are there any more?
[OOC] WC GM: Not that you know of at this time.
Pak: "Um…"
[OOC] Riia: Oh. Joy.
Pak speaks in Vieran quickly. <Wait, how do you usually share affection in your culture?>
Riia signs: "Need find Plu and Min, may be known as Wedge and Hicks."
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: back
[OOC] WC GM: What, me, pull something like that at the last minute? :P
[OOC] Riia: Well, it is Final Fantasy.
Hector: "If you want to shake hands with me, that's fine, but it's as far as I'm gonna go with any of you!"
One of the other Viera looks at Pak. "<Sex. Is that not what he is offering?>"
Pak: //<AAAH WAIT> //
Pak flushes and panics.
[OOC] Riia: If there's a Love Elemental, presumably then there's a Hate Elemental. And if there's a Hate Elemental, presumably we fight Zeromus after we seal Grav.
ORN nods
Pak: "<H…he's… it's not a sign of affection like that!>"
Cassandra_Lionheart looks confused.
The Viera blink, and pause.
ORN sparkles
Pak: "<He… uhm….>"
ORN nods at Pak
Pak: "Hector!"
Pak pushes him away.
Hector is pushed. "Wha…"
[OOC] ORN: into the viera right?
[OOC] Riia: Yes! Sex with as many friendlies as possible is Pak's job.
[OOC] Pak: No, /away/
The Viera translator blinks. "…Translation error?"
Pak: "Y-yes. c.c"
Pak: "I said trust, not affection."
UrbanCamoed: "Oh."
ORN shakes head and darkens
Pak: "Hector wishes to become friends and allies, not…""<Bedmates.>"
Said speaker handsigns to the others, who stop trying to mob Hector.
Hector rubs his forehead. "Hell of an occupational hazard, workin' around Viera like these."
Pak: "<Bedmating, if necessary for the purposes of diplomatic action, is my job.>"
Pak sighs, calming down a bit.
UrbanCamoed: "<But you are the plaything-of-the-Aeon-savior.>"
Hector puts his hands in his pockets. "Well, at least Riia's never tried anything." He turns to her and smiles. "Just as well, 'cause I like ya as a friend."
ORN: "This Unit is also capable of aiding in such processes, with little to no worries about minor-self creation."
Pak: "<Oh?>"
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at ORN and shakes her head.
Pak: "<I was lead to believe she was deceased. Is she alive?>"
Viera: "<Yes>""<No>""<Somewhat>""<It's…difficult to describe>"
Pak: "<…Hm. And she has claimed me as her plaything? >_>; That's… curious. We had not mated previously, as far as I know.>"
Pak flattens ears.
[OOC] Hector: Sex by proxy?
Pak: "This is difficult…"
The translator looks at her companions and shakes her head. "The one who imbued the Toy with his power is 'alive' as you speak the word."
Pak: "Oh?"
Pak: "Cool! Can you take us to her?"
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at Eric, and shrugs her shoulders.
Eric_Lionheart looks back.
Pak: "Guys~ Bunnygirl might be alive!"
UrbanCamoed: "Yes. And let us speak your friends' language - while I like my sisters, they were made for combat, not logic."
Pak: "Ah, alright."
ORN nods
[OOC] ORN: at pak
Pak: "…I wanna know why she's calling me a toy though…"
Pak :X
UrbanCamoed: "If you had not caught the error, for instance - I believe your word is 'rape'? And I believe it would be - err, have been - a significant problem?"
ORN: "Negative"
The translator pouts. "Your language difficult."
[OOC] ORN: she IS speaking our language now right?
[OOC] WC GM: Yes.
Pak: "No, that's right."
UrbanCamoed: "'Toy' is closest word."
ORN: "Rape, though This Unit recently was informed, after many, many occasions, to be non-consentual in a bad way, has always been a standard in Pak's diplomatic expertise"
Pak: "._."
The translator blinks at ORN. "…I understood half that."
Cassandra Lionheart: "ORN! Not nice. And it is usually by accident."
ORN: "This leads to an interesting dillema. Raping pak ends wars… Therefore being a good thing."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Please..Excuse my brother."
ORN: "Yet rape itself is inherently, as This Unit has recently been informed, a bad thing."
Pak: "<He's saying that, while rape is non-consentual and bad in most cases, I've… er… experienced it quite a few times, usually with ultimately positive effects.>"
The translator blinks again, then looks at Cassandra. "This thing speak words, or just construct to sound intelligible?"
Hector: "Yeah, don't pay him too much heed. He's not particularly good with language 'n takes things a little too literally."
Pak: "…"
UrbanCamoed: "Ah. Understood."
Pak suddenly thinks.
ORN: "… ."
Pak: "Hey, ORN."
Cassandra Lionheart: "ORN is intelligent. He just mistaken a few things along the way."
ORN: "?"
UrbanCamoed: "Similar problem mine."
ORN looks at the Viera after turning to pak
Pak: "If I'm this 'Toy', maybe that's why rape has unusually positive effects?"
ORN: "Ah? Do others ignore your warnings due to a failure to understand also?"
Pak: "Whereas in almost all other cases it is distinctly negative?"
The speaker nods at ORN. "All too often."
ORN: "This Unit will increase efforts to understand and communicate with you in this case."
UrbanCamoed: "All Grav-loyalists fail heed warning. Err…'civil war'? Because of failure understand."
UrbanCamoed: "Many sisters dead as result."
UrbanCamoed: "You lost many because would not listen?"
ORN nods
ORN: "Many Viera planetside also, caused by misunderstandings. As with Mithra"
Cassandra Lionheart: "That is true."
ORN points at Sakha and Pak with that last line
The translator sticks a hand out towards ORN, mimicing Hector's earlier gesture.
ORN: "Many of This Series were also damaged due to similar misunderstandings, when one person decided to use a misunderstanding to terrible advantage"
ORN carefully shakes her hand and sparkles
Cassandra Lionheart: "Mother…"
After the handshake - not followed up by Viera mobbing ORN this time, after the translator waves them away - she continues, "'Bunnygirl', as you call her, I guess you wish see?"
Pak: "Yes, please."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods "Yes, we want to see her, please."
UrbanCamoed: "Way should be clear. Come with."
More handsigns, and her team disperses into the corridor like a well-oiled machine.
ORN follows
Pak follows.
The translator looks around, then leads the way.
Cassandra_Lionheart follows the group
UrbanCamoed: "Grav-loyalists set traps. Only nine, but very effective."
UrbanCamoed: "We need resort making combat models - disposable. Hurts."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods "We know all about traps."
ORN: "… This Group can handle any combat required. Please take cover if need be. This Group will annihilate as needed."
ORN nods at Cassie
Indeed, quite a few dead Viera - most of them in similar dress, a few in red - litter the corridor.
Pak: "Eeep."
[OOC] WC GM: Awareness, all.
ORN rolled 1d100 and got 58 for a total of 58
Cassandra Lionheart rolled 1d100 and got 97 for a total of 97
[OOC] ORN: pass by 42
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: pass by 3? Nope fail
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 2 ( Total: 2 )
[OOC] Hector: …critpass.
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 94 for a total of 94
[OOC] Pak: Technically a pass
Pak is still distracted by Viera-leader to pay attention to much.
Riia rolled 1d100 and got 14 for a total of 14**
The party notices a few differences in the camoflauged ones - but the red ones are all the same few. Hector in particular notices how precisely similar the red ones are, even their outfits and the position of their gear - more than just identical twins, it is as if the exact same Viera was killed over and over again, leaving multiple bodies.
[OOC] Riia: Pass by 86
ORN: "… … same series?"
Hector and Riia also notice that there are a lot more than nine red-dressed ones.
Hector quirks an eyebrow up.
Riia frowns….
UrbanCamoed: "If that is word for it. Yes, same."
Riia signs: "More than clone. Duplicate?"
UrbanCamoed: "Duplicate means…two who are similar? If so, no."
Riia shakes head.
Riia signs: "Duplicate means made more than once."
Cassandra_Lionheart looks and blinks "Same type. Same model. Odd."
ORN: "A duplicate would be an identical copy from the original."
ORN makes two bombs
ORN: "Duplicates."
UrbanCamoed: "Yes. Not duplicate. Same."
Riia frowns and thinks.
Riia signs: "Same mind in two bodies?"
UrbanCamoed: "Same body."
Pak: "…?"
UrbanCamoed: "Think that term for it?"
Pak: "…"
Pak looks at the weaponry carried by Red Team.
ORN nods
ORN: "Seperately, but same. Understood"
The one most represented is a lithe, slim one, carrying a shotgun and a headset microphone. Some kind of scout, perhaps.
Pak: "…They're… respawning or something?"
ORN: "Ah, are any of these weapons usable for you, Riia?"
[OOC] ORN: ^^;;;
[OOC] Pak: …9.
[OOC] Terra-chan: Need to put stuff away
[OOC] Pak: …WC please tell me we get to fight Red Team in the future.
[OOC] ORN: grab the minigun riia
[OOC] WC GM: Of course you'll get to fight the Grav-loyalists.
[OOC] Pak: <3
[OOC] Riia: ….wait, wait.
[OOC] Riia: …….is the scout carrying a baseball bat?
Looking close, there does indeed seem to be a long metal melee weapon on the scout's back.
[OOC] Riia: Heh.
[OOC] Riia: Well, at least the ones on our guys…
Few of them seem to have seen much use, though.
Riia blinks in sudden understanding….
Riia signs: "Kill one of reds, and it comes back?"
UrbanCamoed: "Yes."
ORN: "That does seem relatively troublesome."
UrbanCamoed: "Kill eight, they come back near the ninth."
ORN: "Most likely the source of this regeneration can be taken on directly, if you wish to point This Group at it"
Riia signs: "So must kill all nine to end?"
UrbanCamoed: "Have been trying to attack source. Is defended."
ORN: "…"
ORN: "Show This Group."
UrbanCamoed: "If can kill all nine, we can take over system that…respawns?"
UrbanCamoed: "In brief interval while no physical presence."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods. "Oh we can do that."
[OOC] Riia: And change the color to blue
ORN: "Defenses are of little consequence in the face of This Group."
UrbanCamoed: "Will show. But 'Bunnygirl' first."
Riia nods.
Pak: "Yayyy."
ORN: "Very well"
Cassandra_Lionheart nods and follows the group.
A few other camoflauged Viera are standing guard ahead, in a heavily fortified guard post. On seeing the party and its escort, they begin opening the door.
The door is rather thick, and takes half a minute to open wide enough for passage.
The party can hear the motors that move it.
Pak: "We could hopefully take them out. We have a group of 9 ourselves."
UrbanCamoed: "Noticed. More importantly, you have the Ahiru."
ORN: "one simply ensures they die within a relatively similar timeframe"
ORN: "? yes ?"
UrbanCamoed: "Operation in multiple phases. Phase one: seal Min and Plu."
Riia nods.
UrbanCamoed: "Phase two: eliminate Grav-loyalists."
UrbanCamoed: "Phase three: eliminate Grav."
ORN: "At this current scale, yes."
Riia frowns.
Riia signs: "Plu and Min, then loyalists?"
Finally, with the door opened, the translator leads the party in. Inside, is the most sophisticated operations center any of the party - Riia included - has ever seen.
Riia signs: "Do Plu and Min avatars not travel with…."
Riia blinks and gapes.
Pak o.o
Riia signs: "Is…bigger than I remember."
Eric Lionheart: "…Impressive."
Maps of the entire base adorn one wall, shifting presumably as the layout of the base itself does. Nine red dots are clustered, moving throughout.
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at the system with a very empty stare.
ORN: "Interesting. Very interesting"
ORN takes a very close look
Two white dots lie further down.
Hector scratches the back of his head. "Don't this just beat all?"
Blue dots are scattered through the base - winking out as the red dots move past them, but more coming into existence elsewhere.
Pak: "…Blue dots?"
ORN: "their own side"
Pak: "Ah."
UrbanCamoed: "My sisters. Dying."
Pak: "What are these white dots?"
Pak point.
In another corner is a weapons development lab, like something out of Plainsburg except everything works and makes sense.
[OOC] Riia: Heh.
UrbanCamoed: "Plu and Min."
Pak: "Ah."
ORN tries to memorise the route
ORN: "Is the entire interior of this planetoid similar in composition?"
ORN can quickly tell, given how fast the base shifts shape, there is no point in memorizing the route.
[OOC] Sakha: Fill in the blanks via pm?
ORN: "…"
UrbanCamoed: "As far as has been assimilated."
[OOC] ORN: in other words, we'll just dig
ORN: "… Excellent"
And in the center, amidst a bunch of other Viera - there is no mistaking Bunnygirl.
Pak !
ORN: "… So her worries were far less pressing than she led This Group to believe"
ORN nods at Pak
Riia looks at the Grandmother.
Pak: "U-um… hello?"
Pak calls to her.
UrbanCamoed: "Supreme Commander! Your-"
Bunnygirl flips out of her chair, twisting in midair to land right in front of Pak, who she glomps and kisses.
Pak mmmph~!!
Riia hugs the Bunnygirl. Hard.
Hector: "Friendly natives, huh."
Pak is totally knocked down.
The Bunnygirl returns Riia's hug after releasing Pak.
ORN: "We meet again"
ORN nods at her
Riia wipes away any stray tears.
Pak doesn't know why sudden makeouts. @_@
Pak: "U…umm…"
Sakha: "You know you have someone waiting back home Pak."
ORN: "This would allow him to have someone waiting in multiple locations"
The Bunnygirl then pulls out a sign. "Sorry I must speak like this, but reincarnation robbed me of my voice."
Cassandra_Lionheart waves to the bunnygirl.
ORN looks at Riia
ORN: "This Group is used to it"
Riia grins slightly.
Sakha: "Don't worry, you're not the first rabbit we've had like that. I trust you more this way."
Pak just stays quiet for a bit. c_c
Hector: "Alright, so brief us on the situation and objectives, then."
Hector: "Please be as specific as possible."
Pak: "Also tell me why I'm designated as Toy. But once you're done with that first request. ._."
The Bunnygirl nods, fiddling with her sign. "Situation: civil war."
Riia nods.
ORN: "That much is known"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Situation 2: moon on collision course."
Sakha: "We knew that too."
ORN: "affirmative."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Situation 3: Aeons attempted to gain revenge, died."
Pak: "Yeah, that sucks. :<"
Pak: "Though there's still some left on Earth."
ORN: "how much damage did they manage to cause? many still remain planetside"
[OOC] ORN: earth?
[OOC] WC GM: His word for the planet, I guess
Ahiru: "What is The Ahiru and why does it have my name? Do you know?"
ORN: "Not all are within the ground, Pak."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Situation 4: Yeti retreated from Luna. None remain."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Situation 5: the anti-spirit weapon 'Ahiru', modified to end this chaos, is here."
She points at Ahiru.
Pak: "Eeep?"
Ahiru blinks.
BunnygirlViaSign: "Completion of process will mean end of Ahiru as previously known."
Riia: //=| //
Pak: "Eeep?"
ORN: "… Define"
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at Ahiru, and is puzzled.
Ahiru: "I'll… be just a duck again?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Transformation. Ascencion."
ORN: "… Simple upgrade, then?"
Ahiru: "… I already transform."
Sakha facepalms. "She means you'll become a god."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Avatar of all elements."
ORN: "… Her mind will be damaged and require elimination?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Hope can trust with lives. Will have no choice."
Hector: "Would she be prone to fits of insanity like the others, or would she actually be normal and stable?"
ORN: "This seems dangerously unacceptable"
Ahiru looks at everybody.
Cassandra Lionheart: "ORN. No. Ahiru is still friendly!"
ORN: "She is. However, avatar state could require This Group to eventually beat various things out of her to return her to such a state."
Pak: "Hmm…"
ORN: "Avoiding this in the first place would be preferable."
Pak: "It's difficult…"
Cassandra_Lionheart shakes my head "ORN."
BunnygirlViaSign: "You know Ahiru better than rest of us. You best to judge Ahiru personality. Post-transformation, Ahiru will define power."
Sakha: "Well consider this… she holds access to all the avatars we have fought. Milf threatened to drive ME crazy for a while there and Ahiru hasn't really changed at all."
Hector: "But then we could just assume Ahiru's got the sheer force of will to keep everythin' in balance."
Pak: "If we can't beat Grav any other way, it may be best if she went through it. Ahiru's a nice girl! :O"
ORN: "They are, however, held in that amulet. Her capacity to transform is her own."
Hector: "I think it's a gamble we're just gonna have to take."
Cassandra_Lionheart goes to Ahiru, and hugs her. "She is still Ahiru right now! And will STILL be after sealing the last two up!"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Amulet will merge."
Pak still has Bunnygirl sitting on him. @_@
[OOC] WC GM: Actually, no. Bunnygirl released Pak and is gently holding Riia while signing.
ORN: "List all alternatives"
Ahiru blinks and looks at everyone.
[OOC] Pak: Oh.
Pak is still sitting anyway.
Pak stands.
Pak: "I think she can do it if any of us could…"
Ahiru: "Merge… I'll not be just me… I'll be everyone in the amulet too."
Pak: "And even if she went mad, we'd go and save her from herself!"
Pak: "Because we're Ahiru's friends! Right?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "I trust Ahiru. Now, and after we get the last 2 spirits. She will know what to do with the powers."
The Bunnygirl look at Ahiru, and sighs. "Apologies for sabotaging amulet. Grav original plan inferior: mindless Grav puppet upon sealing nine spirits."
ORN: "That would be a last ditch effort. Prevention is primordial."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods with Pak.
Riia signs to Bunnygirl: "Ever heard of something called Love Elemental?"
[OOC] Sakha: And after everything is said and done, we defeat the final boss and have to fight Ahiru!
BunnygirlViaSign: "Hopefully current plan more acceptable."
[OOC] Riia: That fits
BunnygirlViaSign: "Have heard. Suspect Ahiru may be one."
[OOC] Riia: I still say we're gonna fight Zeromus
[OOC] Eric Lionheart: I thought I was supposed to be the final boss after all my previous actions. >.>
[OOC] ORN: you still are
[OOC] ORN: just because riia calls it zeromus doesn't mean its not named eric
[OOC] Pak: Eric's the EX-Boss
[OOC] Riia: No, no, Zeromus is born out of Eric's hate for ORN.
[OOC] Hector: We're going into some serious postgame shit already. D:
[OOC] Riia: Right, right, anyway
Cassandra_Lionheart hugs Ahiru "I'm not going to buy it for a minute. Ahiru will know what to do with her power."
[OOC] ORN: secret dungeon and all. there has to be a hate elemental after all *stares at the white mage… white, color of death*
ORN: "… The current Ahiru."
ORN: "Regardless of This Group's trust in waterfowl, preventive measures and contingencies are best crafted prior to world-shattering cataclysms they are meant to prevent."
Cassandra Lionheart: "So, ORN..You all of a sudden do not trust her?"
*frowns at him*
ORN: "This Unit did not once say that"
Pak nyuu.
ORN: "Simply put, it is better to ensure such a combination does not affect her mind negatively than it is to have to beat her as with previous spirits, which returned to a non-hostile state after excessive violence."
ORN: "Or would you rather risk having to beat on her like all the others?"
Sakha: "Actually… with that information on Love Elementals… Ahiru may be the perfect thing to combine all of the spirits… Love Elementals are MEANT to catalysts aren't they? They're made from their own or other's love."
ORN hugs poor ahiru
Cassandra Lionheart: "I would rather not hurt her."
Pak: "I said we'd save her!"
ORN stares blankly at Pak
Pak: "Primary point isn't harming her. c.c"
ORN: "Now think of exactly HOW This Group has saved the minds of previous spirits…"
Pak: "Only a potential side-effect."
Hector puts his arm around Sakha's shoulders. "Yeah, so everything's gonna be okay. Man, wish everyone'd just listen to ya for once."
Pak: "And Sakha's idea sounds good too."
Sakha leans into Hector, thankful of his support.
Hector 's eyes dart around the room in a "this is the reason I'm not going to sleep with any of you vieras" kind of way.
ORN looks over at the translator viera
ORN: "Misunderstandings once more, indeed."
The translator appears to have gotten busy debriefing her squad.
Pak: "Listen."
[OOC] WC GM: And not in the you-know-what-I-mean way. :P
Pak: "It's not that there isn't the chance she'll go mad."
Pak: "But there might not be another way to beat Grav."
Pak: "If there /is/ I agree we should take it."
Pak: "But only if it'd really work."
ORN: "Any other existing methods, this group CAN cause to work."
[OOC] Ahiru: Aftermath: Your King has become God and has ordained that Fakir shall be your new ruler
ORN: "It is simply wiser to ensure all potential … snags… in This World's, and Ahiru's, safety, are covered."
[OOC] WC GM: Those decimeter marks on Fakir aren't just fetish results, then? :P
Pak: "Last time we tried just blowing him up, he just landed on another big rock piece."
[OOC] ORN: warning: keyboard cat
Pak: "And if you tried eating him, the results would likely be similar to if Ahiru tried to seal him, if not /worse/."
Pak: "We saw how your cousins turned out."
ORN: "Talkative, curious, and excessively large?"
Pak: "You forgot murderous due to misunderstandings too."
Pak: "But anyway, other possibilities…"
Pak: "Exile in Space would backfire, as he would likely return eventually."
ORN: "To return, Grav would require… mass."
ORN: "Deny him his control center and mass…"
Hector: "So instead of having him explode, have him…implode?"
Pak: "That's what I suggested- but as I said, if he found his way to another planet…"
Pak: "Well, we wouldn't be around to stop him next time."
Pak: "It merely delays it."
ORN: "Other worlds will have been fortified by such time."
BunnygirlViaSign: "If ejected, if had control over destination…"
The Bunnygirl fiddles with a few controls. One of the maps blinks, then shows a large yellow circle, with smaller dots orbiting it, laid against black.
She points to one of the dots. "We are here."
Pak: "What's that?"
ORN: "… Ejection could work. Given low enough system mass and a high enough velocity, the right direction could ensure safety for many millenia"
ORN: "? ? ?"
The Bunnygirl traces a line to the large yellow circle. "Local sun."
Pak: "…"
Pak: "Oh! The sun!"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Far more massive than planet."
Pak: "So /that/'s what it looks like?"
Pak stares.
BunnygirlViaSign: "From afar. Your science knows how massive it is?"
ORN: "Negative. No known inhabitants have been there"
Pak: "I'm not an astrologer."
Hector: "So you think we should drop Grav into the sun?"
ORN: "… This Unit believes her point to be contrary to this, Hector"
Riia shakes head…
Riia nods with ORN.
ORN: "You think Grav, given proper direction, could take this over?"
Hector: "Hey, I'm no genius. I just hurt people."
ORN: "… Define Grav further. What is Grav's capacity for mass assimilation and control, and how important is his control center to his continued sentience and existance?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Might, given time. Would have access to multiple hundred thousand times planetary mass."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Grav potential limits unknown, maybe nonexistant."
ORN: "All things have limit."
ORN: "Scale, power? ability to influence on smaller scales compared to massive ones?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Possible limit is 'total mass of universe'."
Hector: "That's not good."
Pak: "…Let's not launch him into the sun. :<"
ORN: "However, it is obvious he cannot exert such influence."
ORN: "Otherwise he would have no need, nor no difficulty, in eliminating This World."
Hector: "Well, we've gotta find a way to keep him from possessing anythin' forever. Either by just outright breakin' his ass apart piece by piece, or puttin' him in a magical cage or somethin' like that."
Pak: "That's because mass of Moon is smaller than mass of Our Planet."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Takes time to assimilate. Exponential rate. Does not yet have full control over this moon."
ORN: "He requires contact of assimilated mass with a seperate mass"
Pak: "…Since this is gonna take a while, can we skip to my question? >_>"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Repeat question?"
ORN: "This is the only reason he would require collisions in such a fashion. He cannot control what has not already been contacted or brought to a short enough range to his already existing mass."
ORN: "… His system is This Unit's"
The Bunnygirl looks at ORN closely.
ORN: "With lower material limits of course"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Agreed. Unit design based on Grav technology."
ORN: "This is the only explanation linking all his habits and attributes together."
Pak: "Mine was why I'm being called your Toy. @_@"
ORN: "Grav's Ability is not limitless at all. He CAN be suppressed, his conciousness potentially assimilated."
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at ORN "How did my father….?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Unit created by moogles?"
Then she looks to Pak.
ORN: "It may be possible to prevent Ahiru's loss or potential need of a beating."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Nearest equivalent term. Others think I have been whimsical in lending power - abusing for amusement."
Pak: "n.n;"
Pak: "E-eeh…"
The Bunnygirl blushes. "Guilty as charged, but only minor."
ORN: "Moogles are an insult. Negative. Creators Elvaan, some Hume"
Pak: "Um… I'll talk to you more later about it, then. I'm curious about methodology~"
Pak is a patient Pak.
The Bunnygirl nods, then returns to ORN. "Information communicated to moogles. Any others must have learned through them."
Cassandra Lionheart: "That might have been it. Dad must have consulted a moogle or two when making you ORN."
Pak: "Hm…"
ORN: "The design flaws inherant to the race have obviously been eliminated several times over in the process. They may have given the idea at best."
Pak: "So ORN is based on Viera tech, given to moogles, and elaborated on by Humes and Elvaans."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Sounds like it Pak."
Pak: "So you're really more of a composite tech than anything."
ORN: "Stolen and improved-upon designs are always superior. Grav will prove easy."
ORN sparkles at Pak
Pak: "Eeeeh."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Have heard term 'techschool'."
Cassandra Lionheart: "ORN, do not be too overconfident, please."
BunnygirlViaSign: "As understood, unit is techschool design."
ORN: "Negative. PMA. This Unit was designed to combat techschool designs."
ORN: "… … Moogle technological design development "
teaching" place. Primarily known for explosions, failures, and, when successful, region-enslaving mindless automatons such as the sentinel series."
ORN: "PMA designs are capable of taking orders or requests, rather than requiring error-prone programming. We Exist, rather than Obey."
The Bunnygirl looks at ORN, then sits heavily and sighs.
BunnygirlViaSign: "Grav's early words. Exact same other than name."
ORN: "Did Grav suffer at the hands of moogle design? That could explain several things."
The Bunnygirl glares at ORN.
ORN: "Please note that This Unit is not exaggerating when noting explosions and enslavement. This Group can attest to Bolt's sentinels"
ORN: "Perhaps This Unit would also have turned insane in such a fashion were This Group not there to teach after the loss of the Creators"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Was there. Used to be Yeti - volunteered to be among first Viera."
ORN: "… you were a yeti?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Yes."
Cassandra_Lionheart looks stunned.
ORN stares
BunnygirlViaSign: "Witnessed Grav's insanity."
ORN: "Please describe"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Grav created as propulsion spirit, move Luna away from"
The Bunnygirl waits a bit, then, "Can not remember name of home."
ORN: "Home, or origin, would work"
Pak: "My, you're pretty long-lived. :O"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Home dying. Needed escape. Gravitational drive - miracle invention."
BunnygirlViaSign: "But needed focus for magic to work. Thus, Grav."
ORN: "… what happened?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Grav made Luna habitable, with help. More importantly, allowed escape."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Over time, took Grav for granted. Grav reciprocated."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Few saw warning signs until we reached inhabited system."
The Bunnygirl shudders.
ORN: "That would be the problem. But you say 'early words'… however, continue for the moment…"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Many shared madness. Civilization wiped out."
ORN: "madness?"
The Bunnygirl is flicking the sign rapidly, her emotions apparently effecting the translation.
BunnygirlViaSign: "'Destiny'. Right to resources. Lack of empathy."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Did what could. Aeons saved."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Planet and people used for energy."
ORN: "… Grav was left to his own power, rather than taught. Abandoning a young sentient is… ill advised"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Uninhabitable afterwards. New target picked."
The Bunnygirl nods.
BunnygirlViaSign: "Not taught. Worshipped eventually."
ORN: "Nevertheless, Grav was raised, if by nothing more than a harsh, uncaring environment. Unless…"
ORN: "… Elders A through C were in a similar state caused by interference. Could some with less-than-just motives have raised Grav secretly to ensure such results?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Grav said no need to worry. Existed to serve and help. Wanted best for all Yeti."
ORN: "… but ONLY yeti, rather than all neutrals or friendlies?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "By time non-Yeti encountered, too late."
Pak: "The problem is, even hostiles…"
Pak: "Well… the definition of hostiles is difficult… what are the limits to it…?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "New target, new method to create home. Created Viera race to"
The Bunnygirl pauses, then, "You know details."
Cassandra_Lionheart sighs with that news.
ORN: "anything attempting to use force or deception to the detriment of more peaceful variants may be hostile. It generally IS simpler in that they are attempting to consume or eliminate innocents or This Group, however."
ORN: "Its rather difficult not to point out that things attempting to eat you are generally rather unfriendly.."
BunnygirlViaSign: "First Viera just bodies, needed minds. I volunteered to be one."
ORN: "automatons, or simply… meat?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "I was already something other than my kin."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Non-moving. No intelligence. Just lying with no control."
BunnygirlViaSign: "If that 'meat', then yes, they were meat."
ORN: "Yeti food, in other terms."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Not sure Yeti ever saw Viera as more useful even once had minds."
Pak: "They were kinda jerks. :<"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Grav and Yeti agreed on many things. Shared madness. Even now, Grav seeks to serve Yeti."
ORN: "nearly all encountered Yeti had little on the mind, when anything at all, other than invasion, takeover, elimination and consumption. No justice."
ORN: "… Despite the only remaining, existing yeti being on the world he seeks to impact?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Misguided service. Part of Grav thinks Yeti will survive. Part thinks 'service' as 'elimination of pain'."
ORN stares at rest of party
ORN: "… Elimination of Suffering, huh."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Multiple destructive personalities in one mind is form of insanity."
The Bunnygirl frowns. "Plu and Min helped, despite trying help."
Pak: "Hey. :<"
Pak: "Elimination of pain does /not/ mean killing people, usually."
Pak: "Hugs are better."
ORN: "As the Elder Units were taught."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah..Love and affection."
Pak: "However, Grav can hug noone."
Sakha: "Clarify your last line please."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Plu and Min try instill virtues in Grav. At same time, try thwart invasion efforts. But feed on drama - no can blame, they are what they are."
Sakha: "So they play both sides."
BunnygirlViaSign: "All sides. More than two."
Cassandra Lionheart: "And it ended up affecting him in a manner they did not expect?"
ORN: "Plu and Min have been understood already from several encounters…"
ORN: "Cassie: It took few well placed words to affect the minds of the Elder Units."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Plu and Min likely no expect anything. No plan."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah, that is true ORN."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Plu and Min feed off of THAT."
She gestures to the wall-map, clearly disgusted, as the red dots roll over several more blue ones.
Pak: "Plu and Min controlling them?"
Cassandra_Lionheart goes quiet.
BunnygirlViaSign: "Plu and Min principal reason Grav-loyalists still alive."
Pak: "Or are they keeping them from actually attacking base?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Plu and Min main power source for respawn."
Pak: "So if Biggs was possesed by Grav…"
Pak: "And Biggs saw all the world…"
ORN: "unsurprising, but understood."
Pak: "With Plu and Min…"
Pak …
Pak: "…Ewwwwwww…'
Pak: "Grav hit on meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…"
Pak ;_;
BunnygirlViaSign: "That also problem. Grav sees Plu and Min as playmates."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Once seal Plu and Min, your fight personal."
ORN: "And nothing causes drama like planetary impact."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Great. So if we defeat them, then Grav becomes angered, right?"
BunnygirlViaSign: "Good thing you plan take out Grav anyway, right?"
ORN: "And unstable. And lacking some aspects of his immoral compass"
ORN: "Plu and Min were, after understanding, secondary to Grav's elimination, yes."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah. Good thing."
Cassandra_Lionheart rolls her eyes.
Pak: "But if we don't defeat them… we might not be able to beat /that/."
Pak points to Red Team.
BunnygirlViaSign: "So, operation phase 1. We clear path for you to Plu and Min. You seal Plu and Min."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Operation phase 2. You take out Grav-loyalists all at once, we take out remaining respawn ability."
Pak: "Hm."
ORN: "Affirmative"
Pak: "Sounds good."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Operation phase 3."
She smiles. "See what Grav makes of that and react."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Wish could plan further. No plan survive hostile contact."
ORN: "… Escape planetside. Seek Refuge."
Pak: "Might work."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Well. I say lets do this."
Pak: "Is this place safe to rest at in meantime?"
ORN: "Seek the Trombe Unit for access to a return trip. Additional carrying capacity may still remain in the Unit given the original location of its catapult system. It is also This Group's original planned return system."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Yes. You require rest?"
ORN: "Alternative methods may involve but not be limited to usurping Grav's hold on this Mass, given current knowledge."
Pak: "Well, we could… I dunno, we did have to break into the fortress forcefully."
ORN: "Ah, This Unit does not mean the landing of the entire planetoid mind you. This Unit is not completely stupid."
The Bunnygirl stamps her sign on the ground to get attention, then hand-signs to the others.
Pak blink.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yes, we need rest please."
BunnygirlViaSign: "Rejuvenators for you. See you when you wake."
The Bunnygirl motions to a door in the back.
Cassandra_Lionheart nods and goes towards it.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Thank you."
Sakha: "Are there any of those… item creation machines…?"
Pak curiously looks.
BunnygirlViaSign: "Resupply in same location."
ORN: "This Unit has already eaten thanks to your corridors. Do you have any further crystaline-storage libraries?"
Pak :3
Sakha: "Alright. I'm buying everyone else some items."
Eric Lionheart: "Hmm."
Pak sees an array of person-sized pods. Into one is being loaded a Viera in pieces. As he watches, the pod begins putting the Viera back together.
Pak: "…I see!"
Sakha: "Hector, Pak, Riia, Cassie, Eric, you okay with that?"
[OOC] ORN: sew wounds skill mastery?
Pak: "…Do we sleep in these?"
Hector: "Sure."
[OOC] WC GM: Wound elimination.
Pak looks at Bunnygirl. :X
Cassandra Lionheart: "I am all right with it Sakha."
On the other side of the room…well, it's a convertor. The size of several houses.
Eric Lionheart: "That's fine."
The convertor has multiple outlets, and some Viera are very busily converting things into weapons. A few stations are open for use, though.
The Bunnygirl has already been mobbed by her fellows, pulling her back to work.
A few Viera - technicians, apparently - are working on a set of pods near the edge. They wave to the party.
Cassandra_Lionheart waves back to them.
One of them points to Cassandra, then to one of the pods.
Pak: "Aww…"
Pak: "I wanted to talk to her mooore."
Pak whinyvoiiice.
On closer inspection, it looks like the pods are being customized for the party.
Pak at least looks at pods.
Cassandra_Lionheart nods, and thanks the Viera. She then goes to the pod that was pointed out to her to inspect it.
Riia hits up the convertors…
Felicia's pod is shaped to take care of her arm. Sakha's pod has an indentation for her tail. Pak's pod seems to have tentacles for a bodymold - at first glance.
[OOC] Riia: At least possibly - I'll look at my inventions later…
Sakha hands Hector, Pak, Riia, Cassie, Eric 3 X-Ethers each.
Riia gives Sakha a quick thank-you hug.
Hector looks at it. "Hm. Well, I suppose I could use it on you if the need arises."
Sakha blushes. "Just be sure to use them when *I* need them, okay?"
Riia nods.
Hector smiles. "Of course."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods. "You got it Sakha."
Pak erk…?
Pak takes the ethers, distracted by his own pod. :x
Eric Lionheart: "Hmm."
[OOC] WC GM: Anything else you wish to do? Next session will be on waking.
[OOC] WC GM: 15000 XP each for today, BTW.
[OOC] Riia: Not here…
[OOC] Pak: Well, I don't wanna delay awesum battlez too much with my talking.
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: Not here also.
Sakha also hands out 1 Elixer each to Hector, Pak, Riia, Eric and Cassie.
[OOC] ORN: kk, well, was looking for their library but nothing important, just general learning while waiting
[OOC] Pak: Should we do it as a side-scene?
[OOC] ORN: will pick and hand out a few items to everyone before start of next session but too lazy right now ;p
Hector: "Thanks!"
He smiles, and gives Sakha a hug.
Pak: "Ooh, nice :O"
[OOC] WC GM: Actually, they don't have an easily accessible library here.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yes, this should help."
[OOC] WC GM: This is a makeshift military base - all operations.
Sakha blushes. //"Same rule applies! You got that?"
[OOC] WC GM: As to the talking, there will be more after Plu/Min. We've still got about half a chapter to go.
[OOC] Pak: Kay. I am curious in learning more about Bunnygirl, but it can wait.)
[OOC] Riia: Logend, then?
[OOC] ORN: easily accessible != can't, but yeah ^^;
[OOC] Pak: Logend.

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