TU Elites: Shore Leave!

[Spectrum]

Garfield

Garfield growls under her breath as the Lt walks away. "That smug, sanctimonious bursthead. How dare he come over here and rub that disgraceful event in our face? If we weren't at peace.." her hands open and close with a dramatic pop before reaching for the glass and taking a emptying it in a single breath.

Then again, her team mates may remember the event a little bit differently. Shortly after the Raptors came onto the scene, the Union and the Imperials, long at war, met on a desert planet to discuss hashing out a treaty to fight against the common enemy. The Imperials sent their prince, who very recently was captain of a single ship that resulted in destroying the majority of a Union dockyard, claiming pieces of his kills for his ship. The Union sent the Kofi Anon, including our current captain and a few others. The event nearly ended in a bloodbath as some of the more fundamental elements of the Union tried to disrupt things. Instead, by the heroes of the two factions working together, it helped cement the process. The talks also lead to a neutral zone of the more rebellious Union colonies where trade (material and cultural) could take place.

[Sakuro]

Simon Lang
HP: 2
Cnd: Healthy
Location: Museum


Simon was nibbling on fudge as he listened to Gale's detail of aquatic animal life on Kentaurus as well as Carstair's own questions. At the signal from his PDA Simon glanced down to it then back up at the sign to confirm that they had in fact reached their intended destination. His eyes squinted a bit as he read the large font declaring mummies, and a very famous one in fact.

"Tut. I met him once. We road in a chariot and ..."

The psychic paused, a measure of confusion leaking into his face.

"Wait ... no."

He then frowned and shook his head as if trying to dislodge something. More fudge found it's way into Simon's mouth after that, and he made a quick gesture over his shoulder and towards the building.

"Come on. But be careful. There are tales of mummy curses."

[Evolución]

"Leave small men with small talk where they belong." He shrugs. "While they speak about events past, and rot in these mud ball, we write history."

[Hound]

Michael Hayes
HP: 2

Michael set down his mug, the first pitcher was done, and he pured a glass from the second. His face was already beginning to redden. "Anyone up for a war song?"

[Spectrum]

Garfield

Garfield raises her glass, looking through the clear surface to gaze through the dark amber fluid, "This.. leave.. is a curious subject to me. I have never before had forced relaxation time for this kind of duration. I can see where it would be difficult to come back from."

[Hound]

Michael Hayes
HP: 2

With a second pitcher polished off, Michael had found a boldness that only drunks knew. He slipped past the two doctors and made his way to the stage. He lept up to the stage and raised his glass to the bar, then be began to sing....

"Hear! Sons of Union.
Hear! Daughters too.
The blood of battle washes clean.
The Warrior brave and true.
We fight, we love, and then we kill.
Our lives burn short and bright.
Then we die with honor and join our
fathers in the Black Fleet where we
battle forever, battling on through
the Eternal fight."

[cobalt-blue]

(Michael take an extra HP for coming up with a great song)

Around the room several other Union borgs in the corner took up the chorus and began singing along- loudly and off key. At the bar, the head barkeep shook his head in resignation. As the song made its way around club, the Union Merchant Marines looked around, concluded their business and left the bar rather hurriedly, quickly followed by all but one of the Imperial private traders. On stage, the dancers shrugged and left the platform.


At the museum
The replicas and mock up were actually rather good. Gale seemed to be fascinated by the whole concept of mummification and was confused by a lot of it. She looked up at Carstairs and asked, "Do people on Earth still do that?"

[Spectrum]

Garfield

Garfield blushed hideously as she listens to the song, suddenly finding her hands fascinated (better than her pad?) "I didn't learn that kind song when I was going through training. Ours were less inspirational and more.. educational."

[Evolución]

"Yeahp!..." Ivan said, leaning on the bar. His position was somewhat erratically, evidently the good doctor was having a hard time siting still. "I didn't had any trainin', least not in that military thing. Bad stuff." he made a face and drank from his glass again. Despite his state, Ivan couldn't help to notice the sudden emptying of the tavern. "Where's everyone goin'?"

[Spectrum]

Garfield

Garfield looked from her hands to the scientist and then back to her hands. "Hayes just declared that we own this bar. The noncoms just cleared out before things got violent."

[Sakuro]

Simon Lang
HP: 2
Cnd: Healthy
Location: Museum


SImon loomed dangeriously close to displays, as if trying to get his nose in them so he could see the fine detains that standing back and away from the replicas would not allow. Overhearing Gale's question he straightened up. Before Carstairs had a chance to comment he chimed in instead.

"Yes. But only to entertain themselves and for research purposes. Last week I saw a documentary that involved a terminally ill man volunteerng to be mummified so people could better understand the process. The entertainment portion is more dressing up and less actual mummification though."

[cobalt-blue]

At the Museum:
"Really?" Gale asked. "Why don't they just grow him a new body and move his mind into it? Maybe he could afford some upgrades too. If he couldn't, maybe he could become a ship's brain for a while to earn enough for a really nice body? I have a cousin who did that and earned his citizenship."

Before Simon or Carstairs could reply, the air next to them split open and a strange reptilian form stepped through. He was nearly as tall as Simon but had a long tail behind him. Small vestigial wings sat on his back, and his horned head was oversized. His scales- and for some reason Simon KNEW that it was a male- were deep purple along his back, but electric blue on his chest. His head was over sized and a mouth full of white fangs gleamed behind snarling reptilian lips.

Looking around, he grabbed Gale and stepped back toward the rift that seemed to still be open. On the other side, wall similar to the ones on the raptor ship were visible.

The girl screamed, both vocally and psychicly, "EIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!"

At the Sailor's Haven

It didn't take long for the bar to clear and women and men come off the stage. The locals and the imperials were very quick to pay their bills and leave. In the far corner, the borgs were really starting to get into the song and were demanding more beer. The only non Union, non service people left in the bar was a the free trader sitting in the corner, a cloak pulled up over his head as he nursed a drink.

[Hound]

Michael Hayes
HP: 3

Michael continued leading the boys through various songs, not bothering to care that he had chased away the imperials or the civilians. Each song was louder, and grew more slurred as the boys continued to choke back pitchers of ale. Truthfully Michael had been surprised how quick the imperials had left. Were they always that yellow?

[Sakuro]

Simon Lang
HP: 2 -1 Re-roll = 1
Cnd: Healthy
Location: Museum

Don't forget, Simon has Danger Sense. So he should have a chance to pick up on incoming danger like this. I'll roll with it though.

Simon blinked, and stared at the scene for a moment, not reacting. Or perhaps debating whether what he saw was ... something only he could see. But when he heard Gale's psychic scream Simon ran at the departing Raptor. Jumping he aimed himself to land with his feet braced on the alien's hips. His right hand had pulled back, a purple misty blade of psionic energy surrounding it, and his left hand grabbed hold of one of the Raptor's horns and pushed it's head forwards. White arcs flashed through the blade like bolts of lightning as he stabbed it down at the back of the Raptor's neck.

Going to use Extra Effort to Power Stunt "Psycho-Kinetic Blade". A Fortitude based version of his Psychic Blade.

Attack Raptor [Power Attack +2/-2, All-out Attack +2/-2]: 1d20+9=17 Going to spend a HP to re-roll.

Re-roll: 1d20+9=25 DC 24 Fort if that hits.

"Psycho-Kinetic Blade", Damage 7 [Extras: Alternate Resistance "Fort" (+1/r), Incurable (+1 pp)]

[Spectrum]

Garfield

Garfield taptaps at her glass, "Then again, it could be that they know something that we don't." she pauses, "After all, if you're planning on attacking, wouldn't you want to pull your people out first?" she switches her attentions back to her pad, looking for references to other events around the city, see if there is anything else going on, any other reports being made. Then again, she doesn't have much hope for it given how hideously unprofessional this settlement is.