Lisa takes out her Greatsword and forms her Astral Armor and begins to run towards the robot to attack it.
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End Round 4
The robot's face pulses and glows.
bum...bum...bum.bum.bumbumbum
boowoowoowoowoo!
Victor leaps in front of the beam as it jets toward Vanna
The robot's face sheild closes again. It begins to lumber toward Vanna and Victor who have fallen entangled on the hard floor.
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Scientist Lisa
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Professor Quinto
Figit
Victor
Elai
Lisa starts to attack the robot. Hopefully her psionically and magically powered attacks will hit through its armor.
Noting a continued lack of response, Great Mastiff shrugs & begins the preparations for kinetic aggression.
Celes uses her little strength...and drinks the potion.
Figit moves over to the bombs, draws another arrow and lets it lose. May it strike that foul thing down!
Having taken a moment to identify the best place to strike, the overly wordy Lashunta in the ridiculous full-body suit draws a thin sword from a cane, striding swiftly forward, and strikes the mechanical man in an exposed joint.
She sees the visor lift on the thing, then Victor jumps in the way to take the shot. The beam blasts over both of them, Vanna raises her arms in front of face instinctively. The laser searing her arms and shoulder. But surprisingly, only a small burn is left on her fore arm. "Not so bad" As she examines the damage, her clothing on her arms however are in poor shape.
She shoves Victor out of the way, and screams out as yet another torrent of electricity pours forth. "Go down already!"
Feeling the window for escape is closing rapidly, Great Mastiff slams his/?it's? massive form into what seems to be the only door in the chamber.
you know, I think I'll just stomp on the metal man's foot a couple of times, cause it's got to run out of hit points sooner or later
Round 6
Lisa collects herself after that horrible miss and tries again.
Vanna shocks the monster again, but it is still alive! It reaches down and grabs her around the neck squeezing tightly. Things start to go black when he releases it's grip. She quickly backs away seeing the massive form of the outsider she saw earlier burst into the room.
Well it wasn't the first time Celes found herself on her back. When she regains some focus and takes a look up at the robot before her, .. And then BOOM! Another one slams into it. She lets out a small scream and scrambles back to her feet. Another incantation in Aklo, and she calls on Pharasma to do so,ething about those awful bruises and sprains she still has.
(She will cast cure light wounds on herself! Huzzah!)
"Oh dear, another one?" the disguised professor exclaims as hulking eidolon bursts forth, quickly seeking to identify any weak points it may possess.
Figit was ready to fire another arrow into the metal man when a second, and much larger, metallic humanoid came into the picture. "Now this is...interesting," she says. Noticing the bombs she is next too, Figit wonders how much force they would generate if they were to go off in this hanger...
Striding through the crumpled remains of the doorway, the massive figure surveys it's surroundings.
][Imperative; Identity, Purpose?][ Pausing & examining those present more closely. ][Query; aid, required?][
Specifically, you've heard a rumor about ?permanently? bonding an amorphous extra-planer being to it's summoner, akin to a Wizard's familiar, only much more powerful. This be such a being...
Lisa stumbles back as the huge... creature... crashes through the wall in front of her.
"What in the name of Castrovel is that thing?"
At the female's query, the statuesque figure shifts, focusing it's attention squarely upon her.
][Statement; Castrovel, second planetary body from stellar axis within this system.][
][Query; relevance?][
"It's, um... it's an expression. I had no idea this planet's technomagical capabilities had expanded so far that they could build you!"
Lisa, intrigued, begins to look more closely at the construct.
][Clarification; entity: 'Great Mastiff', not product of Avistani technomagic.][
"Wh... is that the small boy from earlier? You are an Eidolon, I take it?"
The professor says, "Yes, that would seem to be the case, fasicnating." while sheathing the sword cane. "Well, in any case, as you have hopefully surmised, I've concocted a set of admixtures which should allow us to pass ourselves off as these invaders... I'm not fully sure the dosage is sufficient for our large friend here, but... these three are purely cosmetic, while this one will allow one to pass with more rigorous scrutiny. I'd imagine there are more captives somewhere aboard this vessel, and there seems to be only one door left unopened. Shall we?"
I got this bad feeling about "The Professor" asking me to dress up like a woman, seems my old friend Gilligan told me something about that...
"When I was captured, they put me in a room where Celes and Victor were. Several other people were there, unconscious. They used some kind of sleeping gas. Their leader was also there."
"Well, she certainly has a lot to answer for here. Lead on?"
As the others come to a concord as to how to proceed, the massive figure undergoes a series of reversions of sorts. First, the massive, living-armor shell begins to shimmer & fade before dissipating entirely, leaving a now-larger street urchin looking about sheepishly; only to shrink once more to his previous, comparatively minuscule height.
"Aheh...
I'd consider it a kindness if we could keep this...
private?"
"We chased the metal construct into this room." Pointing at the elevator. "I say the Lashunta look a likes go first. They may mistake you long enough to give us a chance to do something."
She's acting tough, but that robot did a number on her. She keeps rubbing her shoulder and neck.
Celes brushes off her dress, making sure everything remains sleek and and fine. A few wrinkles to go with the bruises that the robot left in his wake. She sucked in a breath, her white eyes taking everyone in. the Noblewoman...Vanna, Victor, way more Lashunta than she cared to count and....
"Wait... Why is this little boy following us around? While I am up to most things, being a babysitter certainly isn't one of them!"
A slight huff of breath, but then she hears Vanna, she talked about the leader, that woman. Celes's eyes go wide a moment before she raises her hand, in an effort to inject.
"Yeah... about her, I'm pretty sure what distraction I could have caused her... Should have stopped, if she isn't on her way here now, she's gathering enough forces to do it for her. So we should probably...,"
Regardless Celes takes lead, then... As per her custom as she moves over to the turbo lift, taking in the buttons on the wall she tilts her head, and points.
"If I had to choose..."
She points to the last button, the one labelled Cargo bay, not actually aware that is where they are. "That one. That's the winner my darlings,"
The professor leans in out of habit before recalling that the perks of temporary transformation include not needing glasses. Hmm... it would seem this is some sort of transportation chamber... either teleportational, or just an oversized dumbwaiter, linked to various locations about this... whatever you call such a structure. Most of the crew is apparently housed in the middle selection, while the topmost is an 'observation deck," it seems. Most likely, the leader of these invaders would be found there, at the helm... or driver's bench, or whatever applies here. I suggest we all enter at once before pressing any of them... has everyone downed a vial that would prefer a disguise?"
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A voice comes out over a load speaker. Attention, all hands. This if Space-Marshall Stardust. Prepare for atmospheric ascention. We are returning to Castrovel at once! Secure all hatches and airlocks.
The voice adds: Robot 453, Where the smack are you? Report to me here on the observation deck at once! Arael has no reason to believe her robot failed to toss your sorry tails out the airlock.
You feel a deep humming vibration as the gravitational distortion engines spool up.
"From the sound of things, time may be of the essence. Our captain, it seems, plan to head back to her base... and that business of closing hatches would suggest a risk of spilling out that open door if we remain where we stand."
"I don't know where the other prisoners were kept. We can't just leave them! I'm sure that leader of theirs knows. I would gladly like to squeeze it out of her."
"They were with us, when we passed out..." Celes clarifies, "A moment I saw some of these... creatures observing us from above. So if anywhere, the prisoners are on THAT floor if that's what this... is," she turns to look back down at the panel before shaking her head and (trying) to grab the Good Professor by her awkwardly feminine wrist and pulling him/her inside the lift with her.
"Oh? Vial you say? Do tell me more," she says in an offer to take some before turning to everyone else. "You coming or not? Already her hand ready to tap (Correctly this time), the first button, just waiting for everyone to get back on.
The professor is absolutely in the lift already. "Yes, again, these will make you appear as one of them, while this effects an actual physical transformation... I must confess I'm rather relieved our flirtatious friend has been sparing his affections, incidentally... and I suppose things may be a little tight with everyone cramming in here at once, but, yes, that humming sound is most likely some preparatory step in moving the entire vessel."
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"I'd rather not, but I guess it can't be helped. I'll take one of your potions.
Sighing resignedly, the boy takes the singular flask presented before gazing irately up at Celes. "Who are you calling a little boy, lady?"
"Honestly, I know I've gotten good at hiding it, but I passed my second decade several years ago..." Shaking his head, he turns to the professor. "How long will this last?"