Skulls and Starships

Hatchbuster swings again

Attack: 8 Damage: 11

Plugg storms off as Hatchbuster misses again.

Thrash Grins as he sees Plugg storm off before taking another bite!

Attack: 17 Damage: 8

"He better not be leaving with my reward money!" Thrash would say glancing towards Plugg after taking another bite out of the Vesk

Plugg comes back with a large pipe in his hand. He tosses it towards Hatchbuster, who swings it directly at you.

Attack: 17 Damage: 13

Thrash would shake his head and hold his jaw after the pipe connects with his face. He would then smile and hiss before spitting on to the floor. "Maybe now it will be a fair fight" Thrash would growl before snapping wildly towards Hatchbuster.

Attack: 20 Damage: 11

Hatchbuster swings once more

Attack: 10 Damage: 10

Thrash turns his head in time to dodge the attack before lunging towards the vesk once again!

Attack: 18 Damage: 7

"Both of them will require medical attention." Ashley said. 

“True, but at least we will have earned some more of our stuff back.”

The Vesk is knocked out. You win the 50 credits. About half the crew is disappointed in this outcome.

Night Actions:

With the free time you have on the ship, there are several actions you can opt to take during the night.

1. Immediately opt to go to bed.
2. Attempt to influence a member of the crew and make them friendly towards you.
3. Gamble
4. Entertain the crew.
5. Try to get your stuff back from Grok.
6. Try and steal something.

Influenceable crewmembers

Friendly:
Sandara Quinn
Rosie Cusswell
Fishguts
Crimson Cogward
Rattsberger
Conchobar
"Badger" Medlar

Indifferent:
Samm Toppin
Giffer Tibbs
Jack Stone
Tilly Bracket

Unfriendly:
Shivikah

Hostile:
Aretta Bansion
Fipps Chumlett
Jaundiced Jape
Maheem
Syl Lonegan

As Hatchbuser collapses to the ground, Thrash would immediately let go of his opponent. With blood dripping from his sharp teeth the lizardfolk would quickly turn and hold out his hand expecting payment. When the bag of coins is placed in his hand, Thrash would look to Plugg and grin as his body temperature drops and his rage leaves him. "Thank ya, nothing like a good fight to keep things excitin!" He would say before turning and picking up the pipe dropped by the Vesk. "I think I'll hold on to this." he would add before turning and making his way to the ladies. "So how'd I do? he would ask with a smile before spitting the last of the chunky vesk blood from his mouth on to the floor. "I'd appreciate it if one of you could fix up my pal on the floor over there.. He fought pretty good after all.. Don't bother using any of your healin on me, all I need is a little nap and I'll be ready to rip and tear again in no time." He would say as he rests the pipe on his shoulder with one hand and puts his hat back on his head with the other. After taking his hat, Thrash would toss the bag of coins to Gin. "Why don't you two tator tots finish buying back yer stuff. I'm doin alright without it for now." 

Ashley looked confused. "Sleep heals such grievous physical wounds? How odd."

Toni shakes her head, “No, Ashley, he’s just trying to act macho.” Toni rolls her eyes and gives Thrash a cure wounds for 4 Before taking his advice and healing thrash’s opponent, since she works in the medical bay, for 8

Toni will invite Shivikah and Tilly our for some drinks, since she’s trying to best get an idea of where everyone is from and how they got on the ship, hoping to make more allies in this dangerous environment:

PERSUASION: 22

PERSUASION: 15

"Not being a shrimp is more like it" Thrash would reply to Ashley with a grin. "I ain't in that bad a shape really, I was actually just getting warmed up." He would add with a wink. "My scales are thicker than you soft skins... sometimes I wonder how most of you manage to survive being hatchlings with flimsy protection you call skin" The lizardfolk would tease.

Ashley nods, mostly understanding. "If not properly dressed, the wounds might become infected.." she says, nearly drooling. 

Thrash would give Toni a playful punch on the arm when she heals his wounds anyway. before looking to Hatchbuster. As his bite wounds start to close he would gently prod him in the foot with his new pipe. "hey! Wake up friend. That was a pretty good brawl. Wanna tell me where ya learned to hit like that?" He would ask with a smile. "I'll get us some snacks.. I don't know about you but I'm starving".

Persuasion! 3

If it's not too late, Dani will go with Toni and Help her talk to the crewmembers, since her own 8 Cha isn't going to do much...

OBEY

I don't feel well.

Like in the heat of an infection, a virus. I sweat. I can feel it on my forehead. Dripping down my temple. I look down. I'm soaked. I look around nervously. Something is happening. I stumble out of wherever I am. I say nothing. I'm hot. I'm burning up. I feel like i'm on fire. I begin to worry. Then panic. Something is happening. My insides are on fire. I feel like my organs want to escape and be outside. It's not pain. It's a horrible heat. A terrible, burning viral heat. I trip loudly into a bathroom and close the door with my body, leaning against it. 

I rip off my clothes. I'm burning up. I gasp at what I see. I hold up my arms, my hands. I'm shaking terribly. Something is writhing under my skin. My veins. It's like my skin is liquid. I switch my vision to necro. It's alive. I can feel it. My very blood is alive. It does not act as blood should. It takes it's own form in my blood vessels, and changes the shape of my physiology. My bones shift and warp, pushing and protesting against muscle. It begins to hurt. It becomes unbearable.

Whatever is inside me, it's alive. It's alive. It's alive. It hurts. What is happening. It's angry, protesting, in a prison. It wants out. A terrible, erupting urge overcomes me.

I vomit. I vomit again. It's everywhere. I panic, it's not fluid from the stomach, it's blood. Deep, red. There's so much. I begin to pant hard. My heart is pounding. I can't catch my breath. I stare at what I threw up. I struggle to reason, to think. I heave again. Incredible nausea. Unbearable. I wretch and heave. Tears down my cheeks. I try and scream, my voice is hoarse. In a last ditch effort, I try and regain control. 

With my necro vision, I can see. I see things differently. I can manipulate things. I focus, despite the pain, despite the agony. Something is upset. Then in a fantastic moment of clarity, through sheer mental will - I tell it to obey. I absorb the blood I threw up back into my hands. I am in control now. I concentrate and my blood vessels reorganize. My organs shift and adjust. They infuse with a power I cannot explain, but do so because I will it. I am in control now. I can feel my bones moving, thickening, strengthening. My blood is like fuel. I test out my theory.

I spread out my arms and a violent explosion of my body covers the entire bathroom in blood - every square inch, like a massive wet bomb that denotated from me. I am in control now. You will obey. I will it back inside me. It obeys. The next moment, the bathroom is the way it was before. I can see it. I can see beyond the walls, beyond and through myself, and through others. My vision shifts back to normal and I give whatever it is an ultimatum.

You. Will. Obey.

And It obeys.

I put back on my clothing, and with a newfound understanding, I leave the bathroom and smile.

The next morning, you all eat your breakfast biscuits and instead of going off to do your jobs, you're all called to the deck for a crew meeting. Harrigan is standing in front of the Captain's Chair, smiling ear to ear. "Earlier this morning, our scanners detected a merchant vessel in this sector. Lightly defended, looks to be from Verces. But it won't be delivering its' goods to Verces. It'll be delivering those goods to us! Pilot, set a course to intercept that ship! Engineers, divert power to the thrusters! Everyone else, ready yourselves for battle and say your prayers to Besmara, because it's time for a raid!" The excited crew of the Wormwood runs about the ship, gathering their weapons and thinking about all of the loot that they're going to get from this raid. Whicever one of you has not yet recovered their gear (which I think at this point is just Thrash), gets it back from Cut-Throat Grok.

After buying her gear back, Toni will draw her Rhyolite magma blade and hold it close, giving it a couple kisses, "I'm sorry baby, I promise we'll never be apart again." she'll then sheathe it in the scabbard back at her hip, walking down the halls with a renewed swagger, "Gin! it feels good to have our stuff back, but what now? Are we just going to be pirates for awhile? Cause I'm starting to kind of like the rebellious vibe of this criminal life... It's good for inspiration for our music for sure!"

After the announcement of a raid, Toni will turn to Gin and worriedly say, "Ummm, maybe we should stick close together for this raid? Also....whats a raid?"

"HA HAA!" Thrash would shout followed by a long hiss. "This is it ladies! This is what we've been waitin for!" The lizardfolk would add as the damaged frill on his back stands up. He would grin wide at the news and when he is told he can collect his equipment, the lizardfolk races to the quartermaster. A few minutes later, he returns wearing a thick armored black coat that hangs down to his knees. His scaly chest is still visible since the open jacket tucks back behind the hilts of the chainsaws hanging from his belt. Across his bare chest is a holstered ornate disintegrator pistol.  "Alright, so which of you ladies has ever killed anyone before? Just gettin a feel for yer level of experience in these kinda things..." Thrash would ask looking to Gin, Dani, Toni, and Ashley.