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*giggles* Cor's a bit busy. He'll have to deal with the bare boobies a little while longer.
Well, first step is for someone to come up with a plot or premise.

How about the players are members of a vigilante/hacking group trying to make the city a better place and possibly defending innocents.

The title could be "CT of Angels" and the vigilantes could call themselves "Boot Sector" or something.
I'm just surprised nobody's thought of giving Arla a shirt or something.
I added that last bit in my post in case we have late joiners to the game still wanting to play space marines. Those experiencing "magical slumber" can be those that join late.
Assallya peered over at the scaly figure of Silvack staring out the glassless window through the wooden shutters and thanked the arcane arts for the spells that allowed the outer planar guests to both speak and understand their own tongue. However, his utter callousness and not just towards their rescuers but concerning his people aboard the ship that bothered her. There were many more, many without armour like those worn by those here that littered the wreckage, their bodies pulverized, twisted and mangled in ways that made Assallya shudder to remember them.

"You are quite welcome for our saving your lives lizard man," the voluptuous elven woman answered the Hirogen warrior's derogatory commentary, "We are quiet pleased and honoured to serve as your hosts in our primitive hovel. Your sky bird, the vessel in which you travelled is a twisted wreck. Many of your companions did not survive and you have our sympathies. We brought all of you we could save here."

"Some of your people here may not awaken for weeks yet," she added, "for they are in a magical slumber to speed healing and quiet their pain."
The slavegirl had to admit she hadn't a clue what was going on. The only thing she was certain of was that another group of the things that moved them through the stars was coming after them. They also belonged to Teemo. That was definitely not good. She then sat herself down in the co-pilots seat but touched nothing for fear she'd somehow knock them all out of the sky.

"Should not," Arla asked as she came into the cockpit area, "use metal box. Metal box take we from man with- much metal?"

Arla didn't know why they'd made the trip or stolen the strange piece of metal if they weren't going to use it. Instead it was just sitting beside the closed entrance ramp. She thought they needed it to escape the planet.
Assallya Kressair walked across the small room that held the survivors of the crash carrying a bowl. She still wasn't exactly sure what it was that she had witnessed. It had been like the stories of old, a flaming chariot of the gods streaking across the sky. She had never seen the like. Setting herself down next to one of the goblinoid creatures and gently padded at his wounds with a damp cloth. None of the beings was seriously injured, mostly minor abrasions but infection was always a danger.

She was as beautiful as they came, with long slender graceful limbs despite a diminutive figure. Long lustrous golden tresses tumbled over small rounded shoulders. As she gently treated her charges she casually tucked a stray lock of gold behind one delicate tapered ear. She was attired in loose silken sleeves and pantaloons, her midriff bared and an onyx gem tucked into her belly button. Long slender fingers, the nails painted a glossy black, speckled in silver, twisted at the cloth and squeezed the mixture of alcohol and water back into the bowl and patted again at another superficial wound.

"Rest easy brave warrior," the elven woman said, blue eyes sparkling, "You will recover swiftly. Of this I am sure"
*lol* My, how- blunt. I have to admit that's refreshing.

I feel like being mysterious but nothing comes to mind... Let's just say that I'm a hair short of being as old as Star Wars. I started with D&D 1st Edition, yes... that's first edition. The very first role playing game barring little kids running around with wooden swords beating on one another.
Arla followed Cor, protecting him from anything that might crop up but most of what happened was well beyond her. When the strange woman stopped them Arla could have taken her down easily. Only the look of recognition in Cor's eyes stayed her from lashing out. During the rather brief conversation Arla had to wonder if she was entirely invisible.

Then, Cor simply pulled out his light stick and shot her. The woman, Jennay, was entirely useless. The woman had Cor dead in her clutches and nobody was that slow. Then Cor had the audacity to think that he'd freed himself. The girl had clearly let him go. Nobody hesitated that long.

Following Cor, still acting as his bodyguard, Arla made her way up the ramp and then found she had no clue what to do. She had no idea how to use any of these strange devices. There were a hundred blinking lights all over and she couldn't tell the difference between the switch that turned on the lights and those that would blow them all out into outer space.


Assallya Kressair

Age: 86
Gender: Elf
Personality: Outwardly, Assallya is incredibly friendly but really she's cowardly and quite self serving. It's amazing what a little friendliness will get you.
species: Elf
Relation: Apprentice to the Wizard Dratzen
Weapons: Magic, Jambiya Dagger
Magic: Assallya specializes in the fields of enchantment and illusion, the arts of deception. Her combative spells are quite limited.
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