At least Kith took one out before her demise.

She'll just try to take that other one on with her two trusty daggars, as running would probably kill her anyway.

If she survives that, she'll amble toward the rest of the battle, likely to backup Aranwen, who looks the most messed up, by way of Cedric, in hopes that he has one more heal spell left for her, but if not, it is what it is. If Ch'dau ends up looking to be in a rougher place than Aranwen or anyone else, she'll go back him up.

She'll focus on assisting with the gigglers on her companions first, as they seem to be the most horrific and hardy.

IF possible, after figuring out if Cedric is able to heal her or not, and assuming she's made it that far, Kith will try to be sneaky and get a sneak attack in. If it seems like trying to be sneaky will take too long, she'll just charge in, daggers blazing, like the mad, dead woman she's about to be and angrily stab as many zombie heads as possible.

C'est la vie.

I've been on the edge of my seat!

Maybe I should try it with a differnt email then. At any rate, I don't really understand this app--I also use InstaCart a lot cause I have things to do, and I'm not sure how those online reciepts work with Ibotta.

I'll go to a *sticks nose in the air* brick and mortar store soon and give it a try!

Get some of that sweet, sweet, Magic Midgey action!

I think Olan just really wanted to write our TPK.

Don't joke about that right now, Olan! The straits we're in, they're dire!

But you know what isn't dire?

All these s-s-s-saaaaavings! I'm going grocery shopping today too so this is perfect.

Giving it a shot! I just hope I use it this time :3

LIGHT EM UP, PREACHER MAN

I was thinking about that too a little--just like, I hope he was aiming at the most dense area awaaaaay from the party.

Yeeeeeees! LIGHT EM UP

Haha, aahhh, honestly I can work with all of that. I might play her weaving a little closer to the chest, but she's got a major soft spot for people who can use a little healing.

Thank you for explaining all of that for me, Giddy! I have a bit more to consider along with CONFESSION! (which, what if her bf White Cloak put her up to it and she's just covering for him because #Love but he's just using her?! Conspiracyyyy).

Also, I believe you are right about Za'ahrat. I know I keep wanting to refer to her as an Aes Sedai, but I'm pretty positive Cho'Ra has no reason to think that--I think Nimu made it a point to hide it as well.

The warriorest of priests!

Stardate 2365.02.20
USS Peregrine, Deck 2 - CMO Quarters - 0749

Melody swings her right arm in a windmill motion on the way to her bathroom, trying to loosen her aching joints and determine which pangs are actually just aches, and which will be deep, mal-colored bruises. Her PADD chirps to life as she brushes her teeth, alerting her of a message from Lieutenant Nyle:

Lieutenant Reine,
At your earliest convenience, I would appreciate a meeting with you to discuss any supply or requisitions that Supply might be able to assist with.
Cordially,
LT Nyle, Chief Operations Officer

She finishes her brushing and lifts her shirt and sleeves in the mirror, noting the bruising beginning to form there as well from her morning bout in the holodeck, and making a mental list of anything not readily available to her crew which may come in handy.

Lieutenant Nyle,
I am available to meet with you at any time between 1200 and 1700 today, and within the same times tomorrow. Please advise if you are able to accomodate any of those times and I will oblige.
Thank you,
Dr. Melody Reine, Chief Medical Officer

Changing, she picks up a book on rare, grotesque diseases for some light reading, and makes her way to The Aerie.

Stardate 2365.02.21
USS Peregrine, Sick Bay- 0410

Dr. Reine’s team works together to prepare Medical Bay, she prepping their stations and securing equipment, while Chief Cook designates a team to prepare the cargo bay as an offsite Sick Bay, should the space be required. In the short amount of time she had worked with this team, she trusted they would be capable in performing their duties efficiently, as long as their nerves and egos didn’t get the best of them. Most of them had already been through dire trials such as these, so from an objective perspective, she was looking forward to a minor catastrophe or two in order to see how they worked first hand.

The Peregrine lurched suddenly as if struck critically by the unknown ships, causing the equipment to rattle violently, and Melody to catch herself on one of the spare beds. Well this isn’t good, she mused as her team continued to brace themselves, and as she awaited any alerts of any crew members in need. She looked around med bay. Most of the eyes she met were stoic and hard with resolve, some gave way to a bit more of the fear they felt. She wasn’t sure what hers gave away, hopefully that steely confidence she’d always held in situations like these, and hopefully not the complacency she felt to possibly finally see her dau--

The shaking and klaxon blaring suddenly ceased, and the captain’s voice now filled the air.

=/= Now hear this: this emergency has been a drill to test our combat readiness. To put it bluntly, we failed. Expect to be in touch with your department heads regarding areas of improvement. Drake out=/=

Melody shook her head sheepishly, knowing she should have seen this coming, and turned to face the regimented medical staff Chief Cook had already begun to assemble before her. She wondered at what the captain had walked into when he had stepped on the bridge to declare their failure, but she supposed that had this been a real attack and they failed, the outcome would have been the same for sick bay.

When they were aligned, Melody clasped her hands behind her and gave her address, “I can see the relief on a lot of your faces, and I’m sure you can see it in mine as well. You should. Had this been a true failure as our captain declared, we may not have made it this far. I don’t mean to scare you, but instead to let you know that despite this being merely a drill, my confidence in this team has only grown. Each of you arrived and organized at an exceptional pace, and were ready to take your orders in an instant. That isn’t to say that there isn’t room for improvement. Fear is acceptable. It will happen. But we cannot let that immobilize us in our crew’s time of need,” she nods at Cook, “The Chief and I will be preparing emergency preparedness drills and exams to ensure that even if your mind is preoccupied with fear, your hands and your skills are still capable of saving lives. Understood?”

Her team gives her the affirmative and she nods and grins back, “Good. Now, those on shift, put this Sick Bay back in order. Those off, get back to sleep. Dismissed. Oh, Chief,” she says before Cook can take her leave, “About those drills, do you have time to discuss those at 1000?” Melody watches the impressive woman take a mental inventory of what she has planned for the first few hours of her shift, and meet her eyes once more, “Yes, Doctor. Shall I meet you in your office?”

“Yes that would be perfect. Please come with some ideas ready. I’ll have some of my own and we’ll discuss a plan from there.”

After their goodbyes Melody made her way back to the turbolifts, the medical bag she always kept with her tight in her hand. She observed how other teams were dealing with the aftermath of the drill--sleepy-eyed ensigns, relieved POs, and the rest. She imagined her own eyelids would likely betray her as well. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since her previous day had begun, swords and fists beating away her nightmares. This day may as well have began like this, she thought, unsure if she’d be able to get back to sleep after everything. The ghost calls of the klaxon still rang in her ears. But as she set her medical bag next to her bed and stripped out of her uniform, weariness washed over her like a wave and she was asleep atop her blankets in moments.

See you soon!

One clone down, five to go.

That he should lose one to a team such as this was unconscionable. Years of military excellence, years of hard-nosed, hard-fought, victory against commies and entire mutant cells, all to be reduced to a pile of seeping pus. Not that he could remember the putrid mess his former clone had been reduced to, but he remembered the sores and squeals of his teammates before they had all succumbed to the bitter end of aggressive radiation poisoning.

It was almost funny his first went that way, it was one of his favorite ways to watch a traitor die.

As he again put on the magnetic boots to see whether he could walk around normally with them, he looked down at his once seeping arm, now fully healed and as strong as ever. He had come close to doing his own self in because of that Friend Computer damned wound. Another death for the sake of the betterment of this undeserving team.

Once re-equipped, Steam and the other troubleshooters follow the Jack-o-bot back to the Friendliness Hoverbot.

"BEE-DEE-BEE-DEE-BEEP. Welcome, new superior human troubleshooters," Jackie says in its curious tone,  "I sincerely hope that none of you meet a similar fate as your old team, as radiation poisoning is apparently rather unpleasant.” Pretty pleasant from the outside, the soldier muses, “Our next stop is to return to the cafeteria where you originally assembled. Are you up to the task, oh fleshy overlords?"

Steam awaits Team leaders confirmation ((OOC: if it doesn’t come, he’ll just go on)) before turning to Team Leader himself, hands to his sides and his spine as straight and narrow as his loyalty to Friend Computer, “Team Leader, permission to remain the pilot of this efficient hoverbot. I believe I have finally mastered the controls and anticipate no further loss of clones,” unless one of the dirty lot finally reveals their dirty commie secrets.

((OOC: if affirmative, Steam will very proudly take his pilot mantle and perfectly drive this thing back. If negative, Steam will oblige and think about dirty commies while bracing himself in whatever he believes is the most secure place--maybe even weaseling himself into a place someone else already occupies, unless it’s Team Leader or Jackie))

We should take a trip to Raven's summer cottage!

Never been to Finland before ^__^

Wooo, awesome! Thanks!

Is there a way to choose a time zone?
This is more of an aesthetic ask, but I like to see when people post (is that weird?) and I'm pretty sure I'm one of the only ones here in PST time--and I was a Comm major so simple math is like kryptonite to me.

Is it possible to add an option to choose which time zone you see time stamps at? Is there already an option to do that that I'm not seeing?

Thank you!

If they survive, they should get matching claw+dagger tattoos.

Inteeeeeense posts! And good try, but you think Kithran's going to shlump away when Cat Man is racing toward the Hunt?!

Then again her conflict is--should she run off to die with the people saving her and her bestie, or run away and live, since her life is what they all risked themselves for?

I am going to lose sleep over either choice

I think when she first wakes, she'll stay with Cedric and Midge to protect them should something get within melee. Maybe have her place herself a few feet in front of them--if anything gets past the front line, she'll chop them up.
If she gets healing she'll get closer and add a bit more backup to the front line. If a teammate falls, she'll move up to assist as best she can until they get healing and are able to rise, and she will indeed flee if ordered to. 
If Ch'dau starts looking pretty bad/overrun, even before he gets a chance to fall, she'll run up to assist.

These straits, man, they are dire.

On the bright side, we saved before Kith left the campsite, so if we all die we restart right there.

> this encounter has become more difficult than I imagined it would be

Same.

@Blackthorn ah! I got chills from that post! It's kitty time!

Friend Computer should have the writers of Altered Carbon put to death for their treasonous, very similar writing.

And thanks! Friend Computer sure is wise!

Do replacement clones retain all of the memories of their previous iterations?

@Eol and Olan haha thanks! Glad you liked it!

Yeeess throw Purse Kith in a tree, she LOVES it there!

As far as her actions for the next bout of rounds, if she does not come back around, throw her in a tree and flee. Pinata Kith is a happy Kith.

If she thaws out and we're not fleeing: she'll try to suck it up and join in the fight, helping the closest person who needs it. If things look real real dire she'll go die with her bestie.

If we are fleeing: she'll attempt to help anyone along that needs it, possibly even tossing a dagger at a baddie in order for one of her friends to break free . . but only one. Otherwise it's every bitch for themselves!

EDIT: "little but madness and hate and hunger remain" if we become ghouls? Omg am . . . am IIII a ghoul?