[Taocow PBEM] [Koba, Carlos, Lyle, Talas] Book 3 - Chapter I - Engine Room

Wed Dec 2 08:29:39 GMT 2009

[Lyle]

Lyle gives Koba a quick run down of where things are in the engine
room as best as he can. He keeps his pistol handy in his off hand, he
is ready to pop his sword a moment's notice. "Let's go, if we need a
distraction, shoot the tanks with the arc wielders, that should make a
hell of a boom."

On Sun, Nov 29, 2009 at 9:30 PM, Troy Imlach <troy_a_i at yahoo.ca> wrote:
>
>
> [Talas]
> on herring Koba's plan, Talas will holster his pistol and draw his katana. Talas will then try to sneak up to the pipes. And sever them with the sword.
> [/Talas]
>
>> [Koba]
>> Quickly doning the mask just to be sure the breathing
>> spell cast on him wont run out, Koba moves into the room.
>> "Whatever we do, we need to stop those fish from
>> opening up our hull or else we will surely drown quite
>> quickly. That brain may be in charge of everything that is
>> going on in this ship. We need to stop it now. If either of
>> you can take out those pipes leading to the brain it may
>> limit it's control or maybe that orb. I'll try to
>> get to the control panel and see if  I can control the
>> ship's function from here."
>>
>>
>> With that, Koba will try to prowl his way to the
>> closest control panel and try to gain control. He would want
>> to sever all the controls from the bridge. If there is any
>> way to lock any bulkheads or doors from the bridge or this
>> engine room, he will try to do that as well.
>>
>>
>> [/Koba]
>>
>>
>> On Wed, Nov 25, 2009 at 3:50 PM,
>> Aaron Clausen <mightymartianca at gmail.com>
>> wrote:
>>
>>
>> > > [GM]
>> > > Just as Koba predicted, the lights dim and
>> sputter.  The two fishmen
>> > > quickly scrabble up, but within moments can be
>> heard hacking
>> > > and coughing in their odd, aquatic way.
>>  They're grasping at the
>>
>> > > tubes, clearly trying to figure out what's
>> going on, and they don't
>> > > look at all well.
>> > >
>> > > More interestingly, the organic eye thing seems
>> to turn several
>> > > shades of white.  It seems, whatever it is,
>> it's energy was being
>>
>> > > taken from some sort of electrical source nearby,
>> and without it,
>> > > the thing, whatever exactly it is, isn't
>> doing too well either.  After
>> > > a few seconds it shrivels a bit and falls off.
>>
>> > > [/GM]
>>
>> > [Carlos]
>> > "Now Koba!" Carlos shouts.  "Get that
>> door open."  He opens fire
>> > on the fish creatures with a vengeance, spraying them
>> until they
>> > fall over dead.
>>
>> >
>> > "I'm out of e-clips!" Carlos declares
>> grimly as he looks at the smoking
>> > creatures.  "Anybody care for some fish and
>> chips?"
>> > [/Carlos]
>>
>> > [GM]
>> > They do not appear to be out of trouble yet, however.
>>  Three
>>
>> > crewmembers are coming towards them, climbing up the
>> passage
>> > and firing.
>> > [/GM]
>>
>> OOC: Glad to see you back, Troy!!!!
>>
>>
>> > [Talas]
>> > Seeing how poorly a large weapon such as a rail gun
>> performs
>> > in such tight quarters Talas switches weapons and
>> pulls out his
>> > P-Beam pistol. Talas also activates his Armour of
>> Ithen and puts
>>
>> > himself between the crewmen and the rest of his party.
>> Talas will
>> > hold off an firing at the crew. In the hope that the
>> door can be
>> > quickly opened.
>> > [/Talas]
>>
>> [GM]
>> While Talas pulls out his other gun, one of the crewmembers
>> manages
>>
>> to get a shot off [Strike: 15].  Talas cannot dodge
>> [Dodge: 14] and the shot
>> strikes his Armor of Ithan [Damage: 28MD].  Talas, in
>> turn, returns fire
>> [Strike: 6].  The short is a poor one, but the crewmen,
>> actually have to climb
>>
>> up, have little opportunity to dodge, and the shot hits the
>> leading one
>> [Damage: 120MD!].  The crewmember is killed and his body
>> falls back down
>> the passage, hitting the hatch to the bridge with a dull
>> distant thud.
>>
>> [/GM]
>>
>> > [Koba]
>> > With the fish men out of the way and the eerie eye no
>> longer
>>
>> > blocking the way, Koba will attempt to
>> open the hatch and get
>> > the group through while Talas is holding the crew
>> back. As soon
>> > as everyone is through, he will attempt to bar the
>> door shut with
>>
>> > a lock or anything available on the other side.
>> Now they will try
>>
>> > to make it to the actual engine room.
>> > [/Koba]
>>
>> [GM]
>> Despite Koba's best efforts, the wheel doesn't seem
>> to budge.  It would
>> almost seem something on the other side is holding it
>> shut.
>>
>>
>> Meanwhile another crew member fires at Talas [Strike: 12],
>> but Talas's
>> easily moves away from the shot [Dodge: 21] and returns
>> fire again
>> [Strike: Natural 20!], literally blowing the crewman to
>> bits [Damage: 180MD].
>>
>> [/GM]
>>
>>
>> > [Lyle]
>> > Lyle scrambles out of the whole after barely dodging
>> that blast. He
>> > heads for the door and starts to spin the wheel.
>> > [/Lyle]
>>
>> [GM]
>> With the combined strength of Lyle and Koba, the wheel
>> slowly turns,
>>
>> though it feels like someone has coated the inside with
>> gravel.  With a final
>> turn the hatch unlatches and out pours a horrible,
>> chlorine-like smell and
>> greenish vapors that make the interior all but invisible.
>> [/GM]
>>
>>
>> [Carlos]
>> Carlos pauses for a moment, trying to get a reading off the
>> sensors in his
>> shattered armor.  "Damn." he says.
>>  "Readings are indistinct, but I don't think
>> the gas is poisonous... in the short term."  With
>> that he flips down the visor
>>
>> on his helmet and steps through.
>> [/Carlos]
>>
>> [GM]
>> The rest of the team follows Carlos through.  Lyle can
>> tell pretty quickly that
>> none of this is normal.  The green vapors are backlit by
>> the emergency lights,
>>
>> giving the whole area a sort of dreamlike quality.  The
>> vast hulk of the reactor
>> can be barely made out, though it can't be more than
>> twenty feet away.  Voices,
>> like those of the fish-men they had encountered a few
>> moments before, can
>>
>> be heard, some to the right, and some straight ahead, by or
>> on the reactor.
>>
>> Beside the door are oxygen masks and small tanks for anyone
>> who doesn't
>> have environmental armor.  Beside the masks is a large
>> blinking red display
>>
>> with "Danger - Potentially Lethal Gas".
>>
>> It's hard to tell, but it looks like the fish-men may
>> be modifying the reactor.
>> There's the light of an arc welder, as well as some
>> tubes or pipes that may
>>
>> very well be made out of the same strange fleshy material
>> that had closed
>> the engine room hatch.  A more disturbing sight can be
>> seen to their left,
>> where several fishmen are using blow torches to cut into
>> the hull, making
>>
>> a circular opening about ten feet in diameter.
>>
>> Then the mists clear ever so slightly and reveal a truly
>> bizarre and revolting
>> sight; a giant floating brain, three eyes on venous
>> neural-like stalks.  Organic
>> tubes poke into various points along what must the frontal
>> lobes and cerebral
>>
>> cortex.  A strange black orb is shoved between the two
>> hemispheres, and out
>> of it comes a booming voice that is clearly in the fishman
>> language.
>>
>> It does not appear that anyone has noticed the four
>> adventurers... yet.
>>
>> [/GM]
>>
>> [Carlos]
>> "Alright boys," Carlos whispers, his voice
>> muffled by the oxygen mask,
>> "what now?"
>> [/Carlos]
>>
>> --
>>
>>
>>
>> Aaron Clausen
>> mightymartianca at gmail.com
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