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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1521012 times)

Cualli rests a hand on Gus' shoulder. "At least he survived."

Jaakko decides against asking about the run as his sense of mortality returns to him. He is overcome with a wave of fatigue and the memory of the surge operations leading in to Taiton.

Twice more now he'd been thrust into unsustainable operations. He tallies the wounded, but can't get a figure between various distractions. He enters his bunk room and falls in to a chair, the weight of the flak vest providing a comforting pressure.

Bomb damage = 4d10+10X: Rolls 7, 9, 2, 3
31 total damage
Caesar's Toughness Bonus 3
Total Damage Reduction: 3
Caesar takes 28 total damage
HP Remaining: -18/10
Caesar does not survive to the next day.


It's now the next morning, and those of you who didn't hear it the night prior from Tarkirov or Bell learn that the bombing of the Imperial carrier was a resounding success. None of the attacking cruisers were so much as fired upon, and by the time all four of them finished their run the carrier was a barely-recognizable carcass. Many surrounding buildings were damaged by the bombs, some even collapsing altogether; and Ozolin park is a total write-off, but this falls within the realm of acceptable collateral damage when considering the value of the target.

Elu's temporary handler enters the mess hall with the robot in tow and begins looking for Cualli to hand it back off to her.

Bell is sitting in her office and filling out some forms.

: Maybe we'll get some fresh pilots and some more planes. With half the squadron in the infirmary, it's going to be rough on the rest of them.

Cualli springs up from her seat once she sees Elu and rushes over to him. "Hey, how'd it go?" she asks, looking him up and down for any signs of injury.

Cualli springs up from her seat once she sees Elu and rushes over to him. "Hey, how'd it go?" she asks, looking him up and down for any signs of injury.
: It went well. I helped fix the carrier and then they had me help debrief the prisoner.

Cualli raises her eyebrows. "And what did that entail?"

She starts leading Elu back to the table.

Cualli raises her eyebrows. "And what did that entail?"
She starts leading Elu back to the table.
: They had me lift him by the throat and hold him off the loading ramp. While it was down. Fortunately I did not have to do that for very long.

Gus sets down his spoon of oatmeal and looks over at the pair incredulously as they approach.

"You're joking."

Cualli's eyes widen in horror. "What? Did you have any safety gear? Did you- did you drop him?" She speaks quickly, sounding incredibly concerned.

Gus sets down his spoon of oatmeal and looks over at the pair incredulously as they approach.
"You're joking."
Cualli's eyes widen in horror. "What? Did you have any safety gear? Did you- did you drop him?" She speaks quickly, sounding incredibly concerned.
: No. No. And no.

"What did he know that required that level of interrogation?"

Cualli nearly chokes when she hears that Elu had no safety gear, but she keeps herself from interrupting Gus.

"What did he know that required that level of interrogation?"
Elu responds with a stilted shrug.
: I did not hear the questions, I only convinced him to answer them. After I brought him inside they took him away and had me return to fixing the hull breach.

A crewman sitting at a table behind you leans back and offers an opinion nobody asked him for.
: He served on that carrier we blew up, so I bet he could tell us a lot about what they're like on the inside. Probably useful to... somebody.

Cualli glances briefly at the crewman, then back to Elu. "Were you... scared at all?" she asks, looking him over again.