T'risa tried to aim correctly at the kobolds moving around blue steel. Their primary mission was to save the girl after all. The large number of possible paths for each being there and their possible future were confusing to T'risa. there were a flood of possible immediate futures overwhelming to her senses. She frowned, firing at a kobold near blue steel trying to relieve some of the pressure from him and his charge.


10:02, Today: T'risa K'mahda rolled 5 using 1d20. strike. +5 =10 I think that's a clean miss. Told ya, as far as combat goes.....I'm not great lol.

Rhic reached up to tear the Kobold biting his shoulder free the hiss of myomer fibers and the sound of metal on meat and bone followed by the wet cruch of meat and bone his hoped for outcome.

18:52, Today: Prometheus rolled 23 using 1d20+7. Grapple.
18:53, Today: Prometheus rolled 8 using 1d6+4. 1d6 crush damage

 She scrubbed at her eyes and blinked then gapped as she took in the battle around her. She cringed back as the shots rang out and the screeching creatures all around attacked in a maddened crazy way that scared her spitless.
 "Blue?! What is going on? What are those things? And who are those people? Are they pirates? We got to get out of here now! Where's that ship you was talking about?"

  "The ones with guns are friend's....they're her for us. I can tell one of them is A'halut...a Purifier one of our friends...do me a favor and point at a Kobold for me.. Blue raised a heavy hoof, and snapped a kick with his forelimb at a Kobold." going spin to your left hold on Blue twisted and aimed both rear hooves at a Kobold they was coiling to jump at Maran.

 She looked at the creatures attacking them, an insane group of creatures if she ever saw one! She pointed at one as Blue said to do then hang on to Blue when he whirled around and kicked out with his hooves.
 "Yikes!"

  The Kobolds swarm in again, leaping and slashing at the group with their tail spikes. the skittering jabbering things have little success at injuring anyone, their weak attacks easily brushed aside, deflected by armor, or simply ignored by the group.
    T'risa manages to connect despite her hasty shot, sending another Kobold away in a blast of plasma and a spatter of cooked meat and gore. the spatter hitting blue.
    Rhic pulls one of his attackers free his hand closing with the desired meaty crunch and pitiful squeal as he removes the creature from his misery.
    Leo's dance leaves another broken burned body in its wake, the larger Kobolds converging on him with murder in their beady eyes. Lashing out they miss the mark until one manages to leap onto him for a moment driving it's spike into his shoulder.

OOC ,
13:59, Today: Prometheus rolled 5 using 1d6-1. damage non crit.
13:59, Today: Prometheus rolled 18 using 1d20+5. crit confirmation.
13:58, Today: Prometheus rolled 25 using 1d20+5. kobold leader 2.
13:58, Today: Prometheus rolled 12 using 1d20+5. Kobold leader.
13:49, Today: Prometheus rolled 12 using 1d20+3. kolbld group 3.
13:48, Today: Prometheus rolled 6 using 1d20+3. Kobold group 2.
13:48, Today: Prometheus rolled 6 using 1d20+3. kobolds.

Leoulin slows his dance somewhat and his movements become notably more... restrained as this latest spike in the shoulder put him as visibly injured... he attempts to twist around and do in the varmint that so pierced through his shoulder.

Leoulin rolled 15 to hit
12 damage using 1d20+4,2d6+7. psiblade, defensively.

With this being the 3rd round... I think that gives me a 26 ac for now, but Trisa's 3 wear off at the end of this round right?

T'risa used her mind to direct Leo and Rhic into a closer fighting posture. Using her mind she pushed out to the girl, bringing her into the defensive circle. At once everyone could see those few microseconds where the kobolds would most likely be, focussing on defensive posture, T'risa gave them all a glimpse of the future to better protect themselves.

OOC:Attack Action Tactical aid for everyone +3 defence for 4 turns
This replaces anything I can do, but dodge.

  Rhic moves into position keeping himself in the path of the charging Kobolds, His fist strikes out aiming at empty air, He brings his pistol around and fires into the path of another Kobold his eyes not on where they are but where they will be as he follows T'risa's guidance.

   Once he sees Maran and Blue Steel have safely reached the humans, Sun Runner abandons any attempts at defense.  With a low growl he launches himself at the nearest Skandling-slave, determined to wrap his synthetic fangs around its throat.

OOC: 16:57, Today: Sun Runner rolled 14 using 1d20+7. Bite attack on nearest kobold.
16:59, Today: Sun Runner rolled 6 using 1d6+1. Damage for bite attack, if applicable.
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   The Kobolds press their attack relentlessly, more correctly, insanely. the screeching and gibbering, sounds more frenzied as they gain numbers. Leaping at Rhic as he blocks their path to T'risa they literally crawl up and over the big man as he puts himself in harms way. His shot goes wide, as does his punch his switch of tactics throwing off his rhythm slightly. a blood streak begins to spread from his shoulder and back as he is raked and clawed by his attackers.
    With almost no effort one of the leaders falls to Leos psiblade. Leaving only one of the larger Kobolds standing to face him. The creatures death as an effect on the smaller Kobold four have fallen within a minute, the smaller creatures seem to hesitate, and shrink away from the group hesitation costing them their opportunity to strike at T'risa and Star as they begin to loose the eagerness that had possessed them a moment before.
    Blue spins and kicks the Kobold on the receiving in of a double hoofed blow is thrown into the air and screeches pitifully as it slams into a wall. sliding down among a clutch of it's fellows. their confusion turning to terror as Star lands in the middle of them sinking her fangs and claws into one, blood and screeches of pain coming from the tumble of limbs that rolls across the street as she mauls the creature. a second later anther is caught in suns jaws, fangs and powerful jaws crushing it's neck before it can utter a last squeal of pain.

OOC:
No damage for anyone but Rhic...
Kobolds Shaken...now might be a good time for someone to try and scare the little beasties off.

Her eyes lit with inner fire, T'risa looked carefully among the kobolds for the next biggest one, the one that would assume the leadership role now the biggest had been killed. Having spotted it she focused her eyes on it, once she had it's attention, she sent an aggressive impulse towards it, making it know it would be the next to die. She set her pistol towards it.

10:25, Today: T'risa K'mahda rolled 18 using 1d20+10. Intimidate.

   " You are the one who has interfered... The voice hissed out of the air, coming from the Kobold as it began to skitter backwards it's fear and hesitation overpowering what ever drove it forward."How dare you think to disrupt my plans, how dare you think your witches tricks enough to thwart one beyond your pitiful understanding..HOW DARE YOU THINK YOURSELF LES THAN A WORM FIT ONLY TO FEED MY THIRST...WITCH.....PRETENDER!!! DARE YOU TRIFLE WITH YOUR GODESS'S WORKS!!!

 As the voice ranted a shadow formed around the lead Kobold, Tall and fearsome something inhuman that grew even as the Kobold began to wither and fall to the ground. The other creatures began to screech in mortal fear throwing themselves to the ground and trying to slink away.
  The rank metal scent that hung over the planet became almost palpable as the form grew to twice T'risa height details forming and solidifying as the aura became real to her.  a mixture of reptilian and insect features that vaguely resembled a Q'sa, however they were far more evolved looking, dark sentience burning in it's eyes, an obsidian mask covering it's mouth and lower face joining to a headdress made of black steel looking more like a crown or ceremonial headdress than armor.

   BEHOLD ME AND ADORE ME!!!!! WORSHIP ME, FALL ON YOUR KNEES AND BEG ME TO GIVE YOU MERCIFUL DEATH!!!!!

   A powerful psychic assault washed over the group as the image wavered and shifted. the power of it incredible even to a trained O'maeda.

OOC: will saves

 As Sun Star and blue watched the humans in the area seemed to freeze, their faces going blank, for a long moment. Only Maran seemed unaffected but the shield around her burned fiercely with a blue shimmer as Blue seemed so stagger under the strain of the assault. The same fierce energies shimmered and flickered around Leo as he stood motionless staring into a distant point the image of the thing shattered exploding into black dust that evaporated before it hit the ground.
  without a sound Rhic falls forward landing in a lifeless heap. rolling over and taking a deep ragged gasp as he begins to babble in some language no one around him speaks.
[Private to T'risa K'mahda: You're suddenly and violently torn from where and when you are. In you minds Eye you see a battle field thousands of soldiers fighting a last stand, Tae, Tau, Valkiir, Even Najuhlim soldiers are being massacred by a sea of Q'sa and Onai soldiers. in space you see the assembled fleets of every race burning being destroyed by Hundreds of the Alien Dreadnoughts that lifted from the planets. You see both Kronos, and the Tau flagship the super-dreadnought Khugara Rii burning twisted wrecks, then The O'maeda Home world burning as a fleet of Q'sa warships encircle it raining city busters onto the surface.
  Then you see yourself worshiping the thing that tries to invade you mind, force you to love and worship her. you see yourself as a chained pet, willingly giving yourself to the thing. You have no future with, You have no destiny, only to serve me, to serve my will...you will give yourself to me, and i will take pleasures undreamed of from your body".

    You also see the past, of battles, endless battles. of ships burning in space, exploding one after another as a shock wave tears through their formations. Of creatures akin to the Q'sa literally burning as raw hyperspace energies explode into normal space incinerating everything they touch. the images of the past feel like memories, not intentional broadcast. The final images in your mind are of ships, leaving the planets.
          ships that resemble pure crystal formed into jagged towers and spires on one end a massive complex of nested spheres spinning one inside the other at the forward end of the ships. The images match descriptions of O'sahdii ships. you see hundreds of them fleeing the planet as it is consumed by a wall of raw hyperspace that seems to fill the sky beyond the leading edge of the wave.]

        [Private to Leoulin: you feel the alien mind pressing against your concousness, trying to fill it with images that refuse to form, for an instant you can feel the nature of the mind, not one but tens of thousands of minds controlled by one will. you can see tendrils of psychic energy faint and almost intangible trailing from the Kobolds, back to the source, ragged unsteady and flickering as if the bonds were being pushed beyond their abilities. the flow is one way, the energy seems to be siphoned from them to a source that is distant from your current location]

PM
T'risa slowly bent one knee, moving to the ground. The struggle between her and the entity, proving that the intruder was winning.
[Private to Prometheus: T'risa gazes with horror. Her mind reeling with shock at the senseless waste of life. The tears fell from her eyes, each a glimmering a beacon in the wake of death and destruction. "No, it will not be. I will strive with every iota of my body to see this does not come to pass. I will defeat you." Her body shook with the desire to join the alien queen, every moment as she tried to shake it away a struggle. Her mind equally a victim, moving towards the Queen, T'risa struggled to keep herself seperate from it. Her mouth unvoiced echoed with her thoughts forcing them towards the Queen. "Your kind is worthless, your kind is hopeless. The time for the Q'sa is past, the time for the O'nai is past. It is the Tae and Tau that will overcome and destroy you and your kind. You are not my goddess, you are an anachronism. An old worthless thing that has long become irrelevant. Left on a dead world to rot. You rule potholes and destroyed cities. Your allies, long forced to peace settlements because they cannot face our armies and navies. This.." she pointed to the battles "is all fantasy, a twisted vision from someone that everyone else has forgotten. The O'sahdii took your toys away from you, and in the very near future, we will too. Rest peacefully, whoever you are. For our ships will probably pass on and ignore you, irrelevant in the past and irrelevant once more. Old, decrepit, useless, forgotten... how many words can we use to describe you. I see you old Lady, I have your measure now. Beware my wrath, lest I decide to see you and bring destruction and extinction to you and yours." T'risa's minds voice filled with resolution at the last. She put the certainty of her spirit into her voice. Leaning forward she whispered to the thing "You will beg for mercy, and I shall weep as I wipe your kind from the universe." T'risa brought forth her memories, placing them around her. The attacks by the Cesti, the pirate/mercenary, the surprise attacks by the Q'sa, the attack by the taken over civilians, the battle that had just finished where the others had prevailed "The difference between your visions and mine are that mine are real. Watch your children be scattered into ashes. Soon you will not even be a memory."]
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Leo looked at the dark energy a moment more and then began to bob his head rhythmically, "Yeah... I don't even let my Mother oppress me.  Go back to your weaker playthings, I will not allow you to usurp freedom any longer.  The name isn't worm.  It's Leo." He holds aloft his blade and cries, "Official ass kicker of Prometheus, your foe, and thereby ass kicker of all your minions.  Here's his Seal of Approval,"  The blade flared with additional power as circuitry along the blade lit up once more and he charged to press the blade through the image and into that stream of siphoning power... he figured that was where it would hurt the most.

Leoulin rolled 28 using 1d20+14. Smite SHE.
Leoulin rolled 17 using 2d6+10. Because Smite hurts.
...oh, and if it matters, it ignores 10 points of DR/Hardness.

  There is an almost physical blast of Psionic energy as Leo's blade intersects the fading image of the being. a shock wave ripples out from the center raising dust off the ground and causing a visible wave front to form as if someone had detonated a bomb in slow motion.
   For Leo the effect is quite similar to sticking a fork into a 20 gigajoule reactor. at least as far as the sudden jolt of mental energy and the psionic fireworks display are concerned. the psionic energy being drawn from dozens of nearby Kobolds flows into his Psiblade and into his body for an instant he can see, hear, feel and touch the world from dozens, if not hundreds of perspectives at once. the sensation is powerful, as if he were all those individuals at once. And simply too much for his mind to process causing him to black out and fall to the ground in a heap.
   Like puppets with their strings cut the Kobolds simply fall over dead, the scene is eerily silent for several moments before T'risa snaps out of her daze finding herself the only one standing. Blue having moved toward her with Maran setting in the saddle looking confused and totally lost.

Leo rolled over and after a moment of editing his own memories so he didn't have to deal with all of that stuff again every time he thought back on it... in reality he put it in a drawer of his mind, that one moment... Leo took another moment as he looked at the 'smoking gun' of his right hand... the gauntlet was gone now and his bright blue skin revealed, "Void Yeah!" he curled up and sprang to his feet with only a slight stagger.  "That was like... awesome opportunity for me to vent.  A lot of personal feelings were able to be let go just a little.

Everyone Alright?  Third best feeling in the world!"

 " Gott im Himmel, was dieses ist. Rhic muttered as he levered himself up off the ground, looking around with a suspicious, wary look that seemed out of place on him."was hier geschehen ist....What happened, Did someone get the number of that buss that hit me?? Rhic added after a moment shaking his head and clearing out the mental cobwebs.

T'risa looked around herself, relieved that both Leo and Rhic were fine. Her eyes blinked, focusing on the steed and its precious cargo. A flash of anger crossed her face at Leo being so foolhardy.

"Leo, in future, take more care. If she put more of herself here that might have killed you and Rhic. Matters were in hand, but nonetheless, you did well. Thank you"

T'risa frowned at Rhic as he babbled on the ground. She shared a glance with Leo wondering if the old man had lost his sanity in the backlash, before his speech became coherent.

"It wasn't a bus Rhic, it was psychic backlash. Leo played the hero and it worked....this time." she looked back at Leo trying to feel disgusted at him, though she was in fact pleased at the outcome. She motioned to Leo to help Rhic to stand up as she turned to face the steed.

"Greetings Maran, I believe you know Leo, but I am T'risa K'mahda and the fellow on the ground is Rhic. Are you... and your friends ready to come with us?"

T'risa closed her eyes, quickly scanning the area for signs of life and perhaps more pertinently hostile life. She raised an eyebrow looking at the steed. "I only read of your kind in fairy tales, yet you are here. It makes me wonder of the other things that might have been missed through the years."

Leo raised his face mask, "Hi again Maran... we met in the dream.  A pleasure to meet the person," he offered as he moved to help Rhic.  He'd recognized what seemed to be one of the many human languages that the race seemed to feel it needed... The things non-telepaths bother with...

"For the record, I didn't play the Hero, or the Fool.  IT was carefully calculated destruction of my foes.  I see the lines along which she was drawing power and cut it.  I'm an ambassador of the Tae... duly appointed to the Promethean race, cybernetic life... I'm fully qualified to use my body or allow others use, in times of peace or war," that said he scoffed as if he was surprised that she didn't know all of this already.  He couldn't help but smile though.

  " hello T'risa, Leo, And Rhic. Blue looked around to see if Maran had recovered from their ride retracting his safety web to let her move freely." fairy tales?" Blue looked puzzled then snorted a horsey laugh " We were trying to get Maran to safety, but it looks like we ran right into trouble.

"It seems as though we are trouble magnets, wherever we go it seems to follow us, but I am glad you and yours are safe. There are no places safe on this planet while the Goddess remains, but we can offer you a trip to a human place where Maran will be safer than in most places around here, until we deal with her."

T'risa rolled her eyes looking over her shoulder at Leo. "You're their ambassador now?" She stepped back from Blue Steel moving to one side to allow Leo to talk to them. "You might wish to consult with those you represent." She took Leo completely seriously, moving to help Rhic by the hand so that Leo could talk to the others in privacy.

" I have met some manipulative,soul sucking, psychotic bitches in my life but that thing has matriarch Maera beat. Rhic sat where he had fallen for a moment. Thanks, I feel my age today. He gratefully accepted T'risa's hand as he stood. reaching up and ripping the tail spine of a Kobold from his shoulder.
   " Might make a good knife for you, slim, strong, wicked sharp."

    What did you see, she tried to get into my head, fill it full of things."
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T'risa looked at Rhic as if he were mad when he held out the the spine of the kobold "Ah....I think I'll pass, I prefer my tools to be less....organic and less bleeding. I just have this thing where I have a mental block on using dismembered body parts as weapons."

She blinked happily struggling under the weight of the man.

"Oh you met Matriarch Maera? I think she's as empty as a black hole." T'risa considered how to approach the situation and reveal what she'd uncovered. "She pulled me into her, Rhic. We had a discussion while I was there. She has no..... she won't stop until our races are crushed. All of them. Tau, Tae, Nehajilim, we were all on one side. Q'sa, Oo'nai...something she called Skandlings on the other. She showed me history, Rhic, they destroyed this world to kill the O'sahdii living here. I uh....surprised her a little, promised genocide for her and her race unless she stopped. I don't think it worked. You get much of the same? I think it surprised her I could read her."