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Fantasy Space Quest

Pria snatched the gun from the first man up, turning to point it at the one struggling with Hensen, but clearly it was too late. The alert signal rang out, and the imminent death of anyone on this ship became apparent. "Shit." Pria hissed under her breath, the man threatening her and Hensen, gun to his head. She walked slowly and as non-threateningly as possible away from the man writhing in pain. She was glad she didn't need to take a life.

"Okay. I won't argue there."

She really wished she had any other options here, but time was seriously a factor. With a huff from her nostrils she let the blaster clatter to the floor, mindful to let it fall away from either enemy. She let her staff down too, the clang of metal on metal dwarfed by the loud emergency sirens blaring.

"Now you hand over my friend, and we get on a pod."

She didn't phrase it like a question, nor a plea. It was an order. In her pocket she wrapped her fingers around her trusty mirror. Even if it couldn't hold a shot anymore, it could deflect them. She was ready to throw it if need be too. Though she hoped it wouldn't come to that.

[D&D 5e] Shadow World ~ A West Marches Campaign

Sylvia let her breath settle, as she looked to the allegedly renowned pirate. His face gone from jovial to less so at the comment made by her attempted robber. She smiled at him with a grin of slight deviance, walking towards his table. She came along-stride another young looking deckhand and put her hand on the back of his seat. "Darling it seems most seats are taken. Be a gentleman and move over?" she wasn't sure how threatened he'd feel in the company of his whole crew so she leaned in close. "I can sit on your lap if you're brave enough. Though be careful, I bite." The last statment was only a hlaf-whisper. Clearly a challenge made to him in front of his friends.

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God of course this was how things were going. Two "kids" against grown thugs. At least Pria was still standing over her target.

"Language."

Was all she said before bringing the pole arm across his cheek as hard as she could. It probably wouldn't take them out, but it would be enough to let her hold her mirror up to him and let the shot release. She looked away as the captured shot rang out, down onto the nearly immobilized target.

She wasn't happy to do this. But she didn't have many options.

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Pria essentially flung her self to the floor, overcompensating for a dodge, throwing her arms up to protect her face and shutting her eyes. The "click!" sound of the device going off sent flashbacks to earlier in the day. Nothing but a sharp whiteness made her panicked for a little when he showed off the device, blinding her for a short while. The two men vocalized in agony, which was a good sign. Pria opened her eyes and scrambled up to hr feet. Just in time to see Hensen fly at the man she had downed with the staff. She didn't have time to help him, the alert going off in the ship. That one with the blaster must have hit something important, which was really not good.

She dashed forward to the one farther away, swiping with her staff at his legs, hoping to knock him down. If everything went according to plan she'd have one taken care of like this, and a shot in her mirror should things come to the worst. She just hoped Hensen could manage the other one.

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Sounds good.

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Okay so to warp the people have to be in a specific place on their ship? Hensen's dad's shuttle does have one yes?

I'll leave it up to you whether or not the shuttle is still flyable after the console get's shot. Would the warning alarm the people on the other ships? Or is it just for the shuttle our main characters are in?

And should I put in my post that Hensen dived onto the closer one? Then I can write about what Pria is doing to the other.

[D&D 5e] Shadow World ~ A West Marches Campaign

A familiar light fingered feeling tugs at Sylvia's waist. She whips around to snatch a scrawny wrist in her hand, attached to a ragged look boy. He was pretty brave for his part, still attempting to pry the gold right out from under Sylvia. A wordless and swift production of a dagger was enough to finally cause him to let go. Before he was able to flee into the crowd though a flash of familiarity reached the pirate woman's mind.

"Hmmm..."

She hummed aloud, re-situating her blade and her money back into place. It looked like one Rambling Lockwood might be in town. A fellow pirate, always scheming. That or some of his crew jumped ship; but she knew that was unlikely. This many people all in one place? He was bound to have something on the go. She debated at first for following the boy, but the crowds were thick, and he moved through them with more ease than she would. That being said, she had one good eye, and that was usually enough.

She broke into a sprint after him, trying her best to keep aware of where he was going. With a little luck, she did in fact. The little thief ran into an inn after a small chase, and Sylvia stayed behind, peering around a corner. "The Cravin Kraken boarding house huh? A little on the nose..." She muttered to herself, the appearance of a smile threatening to upturn her lips. Well she had a few options now. She could simply waltz in, maybe have a chat with the man. It's not like they were sworn enemies or anything, and she was just curious. It's also not like she cared to protect anyone from him or his scheme, if anything she might want in. With a shrug of the shoulder, she adjusted her belt, weapons and everything into place to feel a little more comfortable. Time to do business.

With a keen pace she mad her way to the front doors, and pushed them open. Walking into the commons area she shouted alout:

"LOCKWOOD! LET'S HAVE A CHAT!"

Loud enough that assuredly someone from his crew would take note.

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Ahhh I see.

I figured it might be something like that :)

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@Avali

Hello???

It's a little strange to burst into random 1x1's lmao

Not like you're doing anything wrong. I'd like to keep this chat for the RP though, if you wouldn't mind.

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Fucking hell. They were here a lot faster then she had hoped. Their ships didn't look super fancy so she was hoping they'd have to go through the long process of physical docking. Instead they were warp-capable.

Alright then, time to make due. She took a deep breath, paling a little at the sight of the two confident men. She wasn't ready at all for this, but it's not like they'd give her any time. She started walking forward, ahead to them instead of the seat. She held her collapsed staff in an outstretched fist ahead of her. One end pointing towards her, and one forward to the enemy.

"I know it's not much, but I'm armed. I just thought you should know." She said, with a hair of confidence. She stopped partway over, so that one of them would have to come to her to disarm her. She had another hand in her pocket, tightly clenching her trusty mirror. No time but the present.

As the man stepped forward to grab the thing, she clenched hard on it, causing it's automatic process of quickly expanding to it's full length. This was a trick she had used before to push over things far too heavy for herself. The force that this staff output when expanding was enough to wind you, or give a black eye. She held it level to his sternum, hoping for the first. She raised her mirror to ready in response to the assumed blast or strike from the other assailant. A prayer of good fortune to her goddess racing through her head.

"Dear Astem, mother of reflections and patron of strength within. Holy shit please let this work"