In reply to James (msg # 866):

They do, in fact, physically block James from marching off.

"You're not going anywhere until we have the artifact.  Simple as that."

In reply to GM (msg # 867):

Oh my god, we're bait. I HATE BEING BAIT.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 868):


He fixes a bloody stare at the gnome.  The gnome quails (Intimidate 14 vs 2).

Look commandant dipshit... If I know Connie your commander is either lying dead or very close to it in a pool of his own blood and I'm the only one who can save him.  Your teammates have surrendered, Olek is on the loose and he will likely kill you all single handedly if I know him.

I swear to you I have no idea where that helmet is other than it was on this ship, guess who has that information Connie and Olek.  On this plane a fey's word is his life. I don't know where it is and I can't give it to you even if I wanted to.

Its not my fault you can't get home... guess what I don't give a fuck that you can't get home.  You should have thought of that before you boarded a sub that was not yours... asshole.  Now. Stand. Down. And let medical help get through.



He tries to push through again.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:36, Thu 30 Oct 2014.

In reply to James (msg # 869):

The poor Gnome stands mute and doesn't react as James pushes through.

The next few Gnomes, however, aren't as impressed.

"Hold it Waking One!  Not another step!"  He yells, clicking his shotgun menacingly.

"Call your commander, tell him to bring the helmet here or I swear to the six hammers I will blow your head off."

He looks at Alveris.

"We have a mission and we aren't going to stop until it's done.  I'm not afraid to die here, are you?"
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In reply to GM (msg # 870):

You know...

He says looking into the eyes of the gnome holding a shotgun in his face

After dealing with you gnomes this much, I shockingly am not.  I kinda of want to just so I don't have to hear your false polite bullshit. 

He turns and walks over the PA system

Connie, we have Four stormtroopers and an autognome down here and while they are not shooting at us they are really being assholes.  Alveris is injured and they will not let me respond to your call for healing.  They say they won't let me leave unless they have their stupid toy helmet.

If you ask me I think that they deserve whatever they get for randomly deciding to board and take over a ship that they know nothing about.

He glares at Mr. Shotgun.

/ooc I want to start healing Alveris but will I have time to properly patch him before anything happens? /ooc
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In reply to James (msg # 871):

Alveris remains slouched against the piping, blood dripping through his tactileneck in small pellet hole sized droplets.

Sensing the likely direction of events, and remembering fondly Gnomish practicality, Alveris slides a dagger into his hand, and focuses (taking aim) on the most obstructionist of the gnomes.

"Not being afraid to die and not wanting to die are mutually exclusive concepts."

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 872):

James raps a knuckle at the chest of the impassive autognome

Lieutenant Commander Deepsavior  and potentially Commander Longthrow are on their way.  They are the acting officers on this ship.  Look alive... if you can.

In reply to James (msg # 873):



Hooray. More gnomes. You guys are the worst Voltron.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 874):

Presently, Conrad with AutoGnome and skeleton in tow march up behind the AutoGnome James is playing with.

In reply to GM (msg # 875):

You're getting better at this near death experience thing Connie. This time, we might only die because of incursion into the sub, and not because you sank the sub and crashed it.

Hooray progress

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 876):

"Sir," the Gnome pointing his gun at James' head begins.

"My orders are clear, I cannot leave without the helmet."

In reply to GM (msg # 877):

James lazily puts the spear in his armpit and winks at Conrad on the sly (stealth 5).


Hi Connie! 

He says brightly.

He looks at mister shotgun

You guys are in soo much trouble.

In reply to James (msg # 878):

"We've been more than fair," Conrad says, appearing on the far end of the hallway with a shield and shotgun of his own. "Autognomes, by my command, target the stormtroopers."

He smiles with satisfaction as the other autognome obeys.

"Your orders are a muddled mess, and at this point, largely irrelevant," he continues. "Are you trying to get home or take the helmet? Your CO can't answer, because he's actively dying in the helm. Something he might not be doing if you weren't so stupid as to obstruct our medic. Or were you ordered to let him die?"

The sarcasm of the last question is palpable.

"My Captain wants you off this ship, and he wants the helmet to stay on it. Orders, y'see. But I don't want to kill everyone unless I have to, so here's what's going to happen," Conrad continues. "Call it the deal of a lifetime. You are going to throw down those weapons, put your hands on your head, and march into the diving bell. We will then arrange to have you sent home using the helmet, which you will not be permitted to keep afterward."

His eyes narrow, and he gestures to the autognomes, fey, and skeleton before raising the barrel of his own shotgun for emphasis.

"You're welcome to die, if you'd rather, but it seems rather pointless, wouldn't you say? You won't get the helmet either way, but you can continue to serve the Empire by being smart here. What'll it be?"

READY action: shoot the absolute crap out of the nearest stormtrooper unless he complies.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:07, Fri 31 Oct 2014.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 879):

The four Storm Troopers assess the situation gravely.

"Without the helmet we cannot return, and even if we could, we would return in shame.  I see you have no sense of that."

The Storm Trooper sighs heavily.  It is a sigh not of frustration or relief, but a long relaxed sigh signalling that a course is set.

"Death is Duty Done," he recites.

"Death is Duty Done," the other three repeat together.

And they open fire...

[OOC:  EVERYONE is on HOLD and everyone is aiming at someone at more or less point-blank.  Conrad, AutoGnomes, James, Alveris, please post with which enemy you are attacking and your attack roll.  I'll then roll enemies and it will all happen at the same time]

In reply to GM (msg # 880):

I'm not attacking anyone.  I activate my shield.

In reply to James (msg # 881):

Xerxes's eyes glow once more, and Conrad's armor is reapplied.

[Dust Magic: 4]

The autognome attempts to "axe" the nearest soldier a question, though his tone is a little "sharp."

[Attack: 3]

Sadly, he misses. The second autognome opens fire with his carbine upon the same target.

[Attack: 13]

It hits (with a raise), dealing (2d6 + 1d6) damage.

[Damage: 6]

Sadly, the shots ping off the armor, so Conrad tries his own luck with the shotgun.

[Attack: 10]

The blast hits home, dealing (4d6) damage.

[Damage: 9]

Unfortunately, these bullets too are made out of glass and do nothing whatsoever beyond shaking the target.

Conrad, magically and physically shielded, grunts with annoyance and reaches for his axe.

OOC: That is absolutely ridiculous.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:32, Fri 31 Oct 2014.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 882):

And here I've been talking you up all this time.

In reply to James (msg # 883):

Alveris meekly tosses a dagger which connects easily with the trooper's exposed shoulder behind his shield.

[Throwing 7]
[Damage 9]

"Dammit. I was absolutely aiming for your head. Sorry."
This message was last edited by the player at 13:28, Mon 03 Nov 2014.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 884):

After activating his shield James will book it back into the engine room.

Sven, honey, I'm Hoooome!

In reply to James (msg # 885):

The gnome draws his pistol and fires at an appropriate target.

[Pistol: 8,0,1,2,1,9]

Two of the shots find their mark, dealing 2d6 and 3d6 damage respectively

[Damage: 11, 16]

The stormtrooper dies so quickly he fails to see the irony of an NPC being the most successful attacker of the party.
This message was last edited by the player at 14:57, Mon 03 Nov 2014.

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 886):

Knives fly, repeaters snap and hiss and shotguns blast.

James, protected briefly by a sea-green film finds himself once more unprotected as shotgun pellets tear his shield down.  He attempts to get back to the Engine room but would have to run through the Storm Troopers so he retreats behind Conrad/Xerxes/Autognomes instead.

In the flurry of fire, one Storm Trooper drops to the deck, a repeater bullet through each of his eyes.

A small clouds of pellets finds Alveris (8 damage).  Somehow though, they cannot hit Gnomes.

~Final Combat~

3 Storm Troopers remain, forming a cluster in the hallway.  To one side is Alveris, Doro, Gnome and Uthor (hidden) and the door to the engine room.

On the other side of the cluster are Conrad, Xerxes, 2 AutoGnomes and behind all that armor and metal, James.

Uthor - Ace of spades - 1st
Enemy (3 standing) - Queen of hearts
Alveris - 10 of diamonds
Doro - 8 of hearts
Conrad/Autognomes/Xerxes/Gnome - 7 of spades
James - 6 of spades
This message was last edited by the GM at 19:55, Mon 03 Nov 2014.

In reply to GM (msg # 887):

Alveris visibly shrugs off the damage from the cloud of pellets, but is clearly affected by the blast.

[Shaken]

"Shoot the gnomes. Jesus."

Uthor remains on hold.

In reply to Uthor son of Magnusson (msg # 889):

The Storm Troopers remain resolute and continue to fire at their chosen targets, except for the one who fired at the retreating James.  That one shifts his sights and fires at Xerxes.

"Demons and monsters," he mutters.

Three more blasts, once again riddling your people with small holes.

This time the unnamed Gnome goes down hard (18 damage).  Xerxes' bones are utterly obliterated by the shot (15 damage) and he turns to dust, returning immediately to the jar.  Conrad is hit yet again (damage 12) largely for the sake of consistency.
This message was last edited by the GM at 17:51, Mon 03 Nov 2014.

In reply to GM (msg # 890):

[Spirit 6]

Alveris shakes off the shotgun blast, and resummons the previously hurled girls, leaving himself armed with one in his hand and 2 at his side.

"See, look how much more effective it was to shoot the gnomes!"