[META]The The Vicious Malice of the Empress -Nebula Chargers

[Green Minuet]

☯ Degrass Tysson

Health: 17
Military Weapon: +1
Defensive B Trinket: 1/1
Support A Artefact: 1/1
Novice Leadership, Grandmaster Strength

Some of the bodies fell away, and a patch of light appeared through the rot. Tossing off the last of the zombies, Ephias rose to his feet. He whirled his shears, taking one daywalker in the face and swiftly decapitating the other. The head bounced to the floor with a squishy thud. Panting, Ephias glanced over to his companions.

“Everyone all right?”

[ Ephias does 9 damage. No zombies remain. ]

 

[Green Minuet]

☯ Degrass Tysson

Health: 17
Military Weapon: +1
Defensive B Trinket: 1/1
Support A Artefact: 1/1
Novice Leadership, Grandmaster Strength

With Etsali gone, Ephias felt a hint of unease. Stowing away his shears, he leaned against a wall and waited. Small talk was not in his nature, and he waited out the orangeblood's return in silence. The quiet was deafening. From further within the ship he heard a distant clang of something metallic. The echo lasted several seconds, then faded from his hearing.

At last, Etsali's voice came through over the radio. With a sigh of relief, Ephias started down the hall after her. Within a few minutes he and the others had reached the room she had staked out. He took a quick look around before sidling over to her. “Find anything?” he mouthed. The orangeblood shook her head and Ephias gave a curt nod. He turned to address the others.

“I'll uh... take the lead for the bit,” he said. “In case... in case there's more daywalkers.”

[ Ephias advances the team through the ship. ]

 

[Green Minuet]

☯ Degrass Tysson

Health: 17
Military Weapon: +1
Defensive B Trinket: 1/1
Support A Artefact: 1/1
Novice Leadership, Grandmaster Strength

Shears at the ready, Ephias stalked down the hall with as much stealth as he could muster. Every so often he paused to listen. In the silence of outer space their footsteps, though quiet, deafened him. Every so often, a mysterious noise would sound off from somewhere else in the ship. It left him unnerved.

The further they progressed down the corridor, the darker it got. Ephias withdrew a flashlight and shined it over the walls. A door appeared up ahead.

[ Ephias finds an open room. ]

 

[Green Minuet]

☯ Degrass Tysson

Health: 17
Military Weapon: +1
Defensive B Trinket: 1/1
Support A Artefact: 1/1
Novice Leadership, Grandmaster Strength
Moldy Protective Gear

There was the hiss of gas, as the doors unlatched and slid open. Cautious, Ephias shone his flashlight into the darkness. The light swept the room from corner to corner, searching for any signs of movement. After a moment, Ephias stowed his shears. He stepped inside and waved the others to follow him.“Clear.”

Most of the supplies in the room had aged beyond use, but he did find some protective gear in reasonable condition. He stuffed it into his backpack before continuing on.

[ Ephias receives 1 Moldy Protective Gear. ]

 

[Micillia]

Static Charge
HP: 17;
Attack: 1D6;
Power Adept Agility B, Declare and use x2 attacks in your bonus attack post.
YTMA training Academics, Novice Strength

These cosmic balls of ice and dust, which were about the size of all of the four fronds, and traveled about a bazillion miles per hour before they eventually vaporized, are some of the smallest objects yet found outside our own solar system. Except for trolls, they were smaller, yet they still traveled far and wide throughout the universe. Wasn't it amazing to be a troll?  

[Micillia]

Static Charge
HP: 17;
Attack: 1D6;
Power Adept Agility B, Declare and use x2 attacks in your bonus attack post.
YTMA training Academics, Novice Strength

Static sighed in relief. It was a door, a normal door, an open door. There, not something to panic about! At least not yet. Luckily, one could see into the room when the door was open, and so the blueblood was able to look in and see that there was nothing scary, so he stepped in. Hopefully traps wernt a thing. Traps were another thing that were scary and unpleasant. It was okay tho, Static could do this. Just, breathe, and focus.  

[Micillia]

Static Charge
HP: 17;
Attack: 1D6;
Power Adept Agility B, Declare and use x2 attacks in your bonus attack post.
YTMA training Academics, Novice Strength

9 zombies

From the perspective of a troll, outer space is a zone that occurs about far above the planet, where there is no air to breathe or to scatter light. Its far above, but at the same time, all so close, as trolls had been their before. In that area, blue gives way to black because oxygen molecules are not around to make the sky blue. So how then, did a blueblood troll end up here, of all places in the universe, next to a large horde of zombies.  

[Buzzwulf]

Quote:

Engrav Setlar
HP: 16/20
Attack: 1D6; Damage: 1d6
Artifact: Novice support style A (1/1), Adept Defense style B (2/2)
In Training: Special Ops

Engrav had learned from the last time the group had clashed with the rainbow drinkers. He was ready now. As a zombie surged ahead of the pack into the waiting arms of the yellowblood, he met it with a roundhouse reinforced with metal.

Well, he tried to. The zombie didn't cooperate.

Instead, he missed and managed to spin himself entirely around, right into the grasp of the zombie. "I don't like this!" Engrav managed to wail at the top of his lungs.  

[Green Minuet]

☯ Degrass Tysson

Health: 16
Military Weapon: +1
Defensive B Trinket: 1/1
Support A Artefact: 1/1
Novice Leadership, Grandmaster Strength
Moldy Protective Gear

Ephias heard the daywalkers before he saw them. He drew his shears from his belt, and stood ready. The rest of the team did the same with their own weapons. After a few seconds the daywalkers shambled into the flickering light, chomping their teeth. Engrav, the nearest to them, swung his leg back for a kick... and toppled right into one's grasp. Mouth open, Ephias watched in astonishment. He quickly recovered.

“Get down,” he told the yellowblood. Ducking beneath the grasping arms of the remaining daywalkers, Ephias stepped into the mob. He hardly missed a beat. The shears plunged into the chest cavity of one day walker before cutting through the belly of another. Another toppled with the removal of its legs. Enough space cleared, Ephias swung the shears towards the daywalker that held Engrav. Its head rolled to the floor. Meanwhile, Static and Etsali had finished off the remaining zombies.

“You okay?”

[ Ephias does 10 damage. No zombies remain. ]

 

[Buzzwulf]

Quote:

Engrav Setlar
HP: 16/20
Attack: 1D6; Damage: 1d6
Artifact: Novice support style A (1/1), Adept Defense style B (2/2)
In Training: Special Ops

Engrav noticed a datapad leaning against a nearby wall. picking it up, he gave it a cursory glance and noticed it was showing the immediate surroundings. Plus... what was that? Nearby? The glowing symbol on the map was just one left away. "Hey, come take a look at this!"

[Engrav advances. He finds a Door.]

 

[Buzzwulf]

Quote:

Engrav Setlar
HP: 16/20
Attack: 1D6; Damage: 1d6
Artifact: Novice support style A (1/1), Adept Defense style B (2/2)
In Training: Special Ops

The group advanced into a small room. Looked like a hatch that still had power. Nothing like what they'd seen so far in the ship, which made it interesting. Engrav picked at the handle of the hatch, but it didn't look suspicious at all, at least that he could tell. He gave the handle a quick tug.

"Locked" Engrav called out, his voice disappointed. "Anyone got any ideas for getting through?  

[Green Minuet]

☯ Degrass Tysson

Health: 16
Military Weapon: +1
Defensive B Trinket: 1/1
Support A Artefact: 1/1
Novice Leadership, Grandmaster Strength
Moldy Protective Gear

Shouldering past Engrav, Ephais wedged his shears between the doors. It took several tries to get them all the way in. With a grunt he began to push on the handle of the shears. Metal screamed as the doors protested. A small gap appeared. Ephias slipped a foot inside the opening, holding it in place. He placed his back against the edge of one door, and his boot against the other. Then he began to push. The doors gradually slid open, before at last retreating into the walls.

Panting, Ephias regarded the team. “Open sesame.”

[ Ephias breaks down the door. ]