Cyril continues piloting the videl, remaining at a relatively low height as to avoid maximum visibility. He continues onward, when he notices an explosion behind him- his eyes dart back for a moment and he realizes the others as well as Goribrin are likely dead.
He doesn't so much react as just continue on his course.
After what feels like months of being comatose, Cutter inexplicably regains consciousness, as if some benign force wanted things to start happening again.
Also, the people onboard the ship spot the people sitting in the swamp. Time lapse or something. Not sure. And they bring the ship in to land so everyone can be reunited and formulate a plan.
Why won't it stop twitching. He thinks as he begins to massage his left thigh. And how the hell did I get here? I don't remember a thing.
"Ummmm, I guess so," Cutter responds to Cyril's question sounding just as unsure as to what's going on as he is. "Last thing I remember was falling thinking, 'I'm dead.' Now I'm here? Can anyone explain what happened?"
Gods, what a headache, Alliah thinks as she watches the fire-spattered debris - vegetable, synthetic and human - sink slowly into the depths of the swamp. The smell is nauseating. Cutter - half cooked himself - doesn't smell much better.
"Can anyone explain what happened?"
"Well, I wouldn't recommend flying anytime soon. You're full of enough metal to set off every phaseport security drone for a mile around."
Alliah coughs slightly.
"I'm glad you made it, big guy. Had us worried. Well, most of us."
"Made what, exactly?" Cutter says with a quizzical look on his face.
Searching his memory Cutter is ravaged with flashes of Goribrin and Voln, but he just can't piece it together. He shakes the images out of his head and looks around for an answer.
"Goribrin exploded and sent us all into the swamp." Terrence explains. "You got hit worse than any of us, and we're glad you survived. You were really impressive beck there, and losing you would have been disastrous. Which brings me to my next point.
"We need to start thinking about our next move. Smithselen will surely know that his toy is permanently broken, and that can't make him happy."
Terrence fights a smirk at being described as "the brains", and says: "First things first, you need proper medical care. You're still alive--somehow--but I don't know how long that would last if we threw you back into the fight right away.
"While you're being seen to, we can keep looking for that freighter."
"I'm amazed he survived that," says Voln, mostly to himself. "I m-mean... a psychic WMD went off in his goddamn f-face, and he just gets up again?"
He pauses, and listens to the others converse.
"Uh, I guess there's medical facilities in the cruiser. We can use th-them as we're scanning for that damn freighter. And stupid question- was Goribrin unique? Or d-did Smithselen wire up more people like him?"
"It's impossible to know for sure until we find Smithselen and pump him for information. I'l say this much though, Stacler didn't give any indication that there was another Goribrin-level presence anywhere. I also didn't ever detect anyone like him, and I've been mindsensing around a lot lately. Someone like Goribrin tends to stand out, you know?"
Voln visibly relaxes. "Yeah. Yeah, glad to h-hear it." It's understandable: to a highly resilient close-combat expert, an absurdly powerful telekinetic posed a bigger threat than most anything else.
"I'd always been t-told that implants and psionics didn't mix. I mean, sure, the guy exploded, but th-this is bleeding-edge shit. I don't like thinking who else Smithselen has been working on. Or what."
Dustin doesn't seem particularly interested in the post combat banter. The Gibson already provided him with a summary of his combat performance, and the others for good measure. What he did care about, however was what lay ahead.
He tried to call to mind the internal layout of the freighter, and any other information that would allow him to infiltrate it proper. Naturally, he'd have to compensate for the freighters of men he'd be bringing with him somehow…
Used intelligence + gibson assistance for this roll. I think it may be analysis but I'm not sure:
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He doesn't so much react as just continue on his course.
After what feels like months of being comatose, Cutter inexplicably regains consciousness, as if some benign force wanted things to start happening again.
Also, the people onboard the ship spot the people sitting in the swamp. Time lapse or something. Not sure. And they bring the ship in to land so everyone can be reunited and formulate a plan.
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"Well that was a strange string of occurrences...."
Cyril scratches the back of his head
"So...uh...I guess we're off to go save Enthiliun then?"
Why won't it stop twitching. He thinks as he begins to massage his left thigh. And how the hell did I get here? I don't remember a thing.
"Ummmm, I guess so," Cutter responds to Cyril's question sounding just as unsure as to what's going on as he is. "Last thing I remember was falling thinking, 'I'm dead.' Now I'm here? Can anyone explain what happened?"
"Can anyone explain what happened?"
"Well, I wouldn't recommend flying anytime soon. You're full of enough metal to set off every phaseport security drone for a mile around."
Alliah coughs slightly.
"I'm glad you made it, big guy. Had us worried. Well, most of us."
Searching his memory Cutter is ravaged with flashes of Goribrin and Voln, but he just can't piece it together. He shakes the images out of his head and looks around for an answer.
"We need to start thinking about our next move. Smithselen will surely know that his toy is permanently broken, and that can't make him happy."
Images flash through Cutter's head again and it all comes back to him.
"We need to start thinking about our next move. Smithselen will surely know that his toy is permanently broken, and that can't make him happy."
"Well you're the brains here, what do you propose?"
"While you're being seen to, we can keep looking for that freighter."
Alliah shoots Cutter what can best be described as a bit of a look.
"I'm amazed he survived that," says Voln, mostly to himself. "I m-mean... a psychic WMD went off in his goddamn f-face, and he just gets up again?"
He pauses, and listens to the others converse.
"Uh, I guess there's medical facilities in the cruiser. We can use th-them as we're scanning for that damn freighter. And stupid question- was Goribrin unique? Or d-did Smithselen wire up more people like him?"
Voln visibly relaxes. "Yeah. Yeah, glad to h-hear it." It's understandable: to a highly resilient close-combat expert, an absurdly powerful telekinetic posed a bigger threat than most anything else.
"I'd always been t-told that implants and psionics didn't mix. I mean, sure, the guy exploded, but th-this is bleeding-edge shit. I don't like thinking who else Smithselen has been working on. Or what."
He tried to call to mind the internal layout of the freighter, and any other information that would allow him to infiltrate it proper. Naturally, he'd have to compensate for the freighters of men he'd be bringing with him somehow…
Used intelligence + gibson assistance for this roll. I think it may be analysis but I'm not sure:
Overhead Map: 1d20+7 → [17,7] = (24)