...but they have been known to fall back on occassion... Like to a spot where there's a river and a fire and stuffandjunkandthangs!

To be faaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiir....

...we could introduce some sort of water flow into the Jeffries Tubes and turn them into waterslides! Not as fast as turbo lifts, I'm sure, but wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

... given the number of shamblers and the fact that we have a downed rogue, what are everyone's thoughts on a "fighting retreat" back to the campsite? We might be able to use our abandoned fire to our advantage, somehow.

Not sure exactly how that would work... Someone would have to carry Kith until she's able to move, of course, not to mention she's in need of healing, but between the campfire and the river at our backs, luring the horde in that direction might make sense froma tactical perspective.

Thoughts?

Hooray for being combat monsters! And, of course, for Kith not being horribly violated!

Also, I'm not entirely sure what gigglers and shamblers might taste like but I get the feeling they might be a kazari delicacy! I almost felt bad for what was left of the giggler left on the tree.

No... No, I didn't... not even almost.

What a save!!!

For now, anyway... Gotta love when the dice love you back!

About how many shamblers are we looking at, here... and what's the proximity?

...I figure Tochi is likely catching up on some sleep at the time of attack, anyway (close to waking and readying for a shift at the helm). Just wanted to verify that we had no one in the shuttlebay, etc, so I could figure out the seed of a post, here.

Also, glancing at the duty rosters, it appears we have no one on post in the shuttlebays during Gamma shift... is that right?

Symbiotes and Steak Fries! I'd forgotten the pirate attack, myself!!!

Just finished up re-reading the game thread and, am pretty sure, I'm all caught up and ready to go. May start putting together a post to get Tochi back in the mix of things, actually... IF I can get all these work e-mails to settle down, that is.

Ammpe listened closely as Misterwa-I-ZRD presented the experimental gear and, in dramatic but vague fashion, explained the function of each item. For the detail provided, though, Ammpe couldn’t for the lives of him decide which item to assign to which clone. Instead, at the end of the presentation, he stood for a moment, face contorted in confusion and absently scratching at the staticky red hair at his temple, as he studied the array of gear…

“I’ll try the energy pistol,” Blowz volunteered… it was a violation of protocol, of course, but not one that Ammpe cared overmuch about; at least the clone knew what he found personally useful.

Brighte2, also, snatched up an item which he obviously thought might be beneficial to his own skill-set. He slid the Gyrobladed Headgear (class A5A10 dot B3) onto his cranium with a look of smug satisfaction.

"Hey! You greedy lot,” Steam protested then, “your leader did not assign that equipment to you! Friend Computer designated Team Leader as team leader and you blatantly disregard that order?" Steam’s hand dipped to his weapon as he advanced on Brighte2 and Blowz. "Team Leader," Steam continued, not taking his eyes off the two who had disobeyed orders by not waiting for orders, "Who would you like to take this equipment? Should I relieve these bastards of theirs?" He looked back at Team Leader with the same scowl he used on the wretched clones, "By the way, I've been trained to use equipment similar to all of this here and will excel at using all of it for the betterment of our mission," he looked back at Bright2 and growled, "except for that hat."

Ammpe scowled faintly, his gaze ticking from clone to clone and trying to determine the possible uses for each piece of equipment as it related to their mission (and, truth be told, trying to determine what that mission might even be). After a minute, he shrugged and fixed his eyes on Steam; “Since you’ve been trained in the use of all of this, Steam, why don’t you decide who might make best use of what…”

Because the T-Rex ate all the Raptors at the end of Jurrasic Park?

Great post, Blackthorn!

...always happy to answer questions, give input, NPC a character for you, etc. I'm just a PM away.

Ankylo Ren.... *snickersnortguffaw*

Welcome aboard, Raven! 

Sad but understandable given what he's going through... I had hoped that jumping back in would maybe offer him some bit of "escape" from those stresses but I can definitely see where he'd be overwhelmed by it all.

... Ch'dau's plans are as follows:

Offense: Abso-frillin-lutely! Tooth, Claw, and Steel!

Defense: What's that?

Retreat: Kazari do NOT retreat!

Kith is munched by the time we get there: Ummmm... Do Kazari go nuclear? Asking for a friend.

If Duncan gives you any guff, let me know... I know he's bored, right now, and I'll harass the everlovin poo outta him!

“What do you make of that, Little Kitten? Has it only been the screams or has there been giggling, as well?”

"No," Kithran whispered in reply, her senses keen on the direction from whence came the cries, "only the screams, but the laughter may not carry this far."

Aranwen and Gib approach as Ch’dau’s gaze makes a slow circuit of the remainder of the camp’s periphery; he acknowledges each warrior with little more than a blink as they pass in his vision. The kazari’s scan completed as Kith slinked nearer to the edge of the firelight…

"There is a distance between us, but I don't trust it, especially with our fire,” the shadowy syl murmured, “I would like to scout in that direction, just to be certain they are not headed our way. I am very silent and won't stray too far. Should I come back unscathed, we may be okay for the night with no need to wake the restful. However," she added in a flat, wry tone, "My screams shall be an early warning system and you should come running after me willy-nilly. What say you lot?"

I say no, the big kazari wanted to say. Kithran was the best and truest friend Ch’dau had ever had since washing up on Antaron’s shores and the thoughts of losing her to horrors the likes of which they’d faced since Crandel for the sake of a scouting mission was not something he cared to consider. On the other hand, as a warrior, he knew the value of such reconnaissance and, moreover, knew and trusted Kith’s skill in such matters. So it was that he swallowed the protest he wanted to voice and, instead, offered a curt nod of assent to the woman’s plan. “Fine,” he grumbled, his eyes flicking toward her for an instant, “but mind yourself, rrowka.” From the periphery of his vision, Ch’dau glimpsed Gib’s nod of concurrence and, not a moment later, kithran disappeared beyond the fringe of the campfire’s glow.

With each minute she was away, the kazari became more anxious. More than once, he had to force himself to refrain from plodding off in her wake and, more often than that, the man-cat found himself, chuffing and rumbling in agitation. Khr’a cradle her, Ch’dau silently prayed, Rrowl protect her, and… another disquieted snort… Back’chu’s balls, what’s taking so long!!!! The Silver Cat was a coiled spring restrained only by a Syl hair even before the distant roar sounded. When that howl reached him, though, his ears had scarecely perked and instantly flattened before he was set to tear off through the darkened wood. Had it not been for Gib’s admonition in that split second, Ch’dau might have very well succumbed to instinct as opposed to sense.

 "Do NOT rush off!" the battle-cleric warned "The survival of our friend likely depends on our ability to arrive in force, Therassor willing."

The mere effort on staying still, in that moment, seemed enough to crush the kazari where he stood and, surely, it had stripped from him any mastery of Apanonese; his only response was a quavering snarl and gnashing of teeth as he forced himself to stay with the rest. As Gib looked to Aranwen for orders, Ch’dau’s gaze briefly followed. “Quickly, khatun,” he growled before his eyes were torn back in the direction of Kithran’s shout… I’ll not wait long…

((OOC: I actually decided to roll the dice to decide if Ch'dau didn't "scream and leap" ... Aaand here we are! The kazari is going "smart not heart" for the moment but is very close to doing his standard charge and chomp routine. He'll shoulder the halfling if he has to, but he's going pretty quick.   ))

My Little Kitten is all grown up! I'm so proud!!! 

In the midst of cooking dinner, at the moment, but will try and get a post tacked on soon.

...will try to get a posty-post (with as little treasonous content as possible) written up, soon.

...know, of course, that Ch'dau will do everything he can to see to it that Kith isn't munched (or worse). May the dice be ever in our favor, amen.

Got a bit of fluff/build up going but will wait for Breebles' post before I get too much into anything actionable.

...10 - 15 minutes, in my mind, puts ol' furface just at the edge of "okay, it's been long enough..."

I'll try and get a post going, soon.

How about now?

P.S. In all seriousness, though - 1) is that last scene playing out far enough away that the rest of the party won't hear the "giggling"?  and 2) About how long has Kith been gone? Mere minutes or long enough that her antsy Kazari friend might be getting nervous?

Not sure if the shamblers and/or gigglers can climb trees, of course, but, in a pinch, it might buy a little time.