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Post by @IsNotABomb on Oct 23, 2014 23:07:40 GMT -6
The jump was easy, and the landing was just a few degrees short of a perfect shot in. Travelling so quickly dulled her senses to the thorough transformation as her bones seemed to melt into jelly and form a carapace over her. She didn't notice it until her vision went red and her new eye darted around, the few plates screwed to her face to hide the damage beneath ill-fitting and simply locked over a ruptured compound eye. She scrambled up and in, immediately slipping and twitching on her left side. She was quiet save for the insectoid screech as she emptied the contents of her stomach, nothing considering that given her day so far, she had little besides a few spoonfuls of soggy cereal and half of a sorry excuse for a cup of coffee given the interruptions prior to the ship going--as detailed in the Imperial Stormtrooper's Handbook--Shmoopy Friggin' Loopy.
She took a few seconds to compose herself, though it couldn't be seen due to the simplicity of her musculature system, alongside most of her other simplified system. She managed to roll onto her back and then back onto her belly before getting a sense of manipulating the new appendages. Self-preservation came more quickly than this, and her terror was there, if not entirely evident considering the mind-breaking scenario she was in. She looked around with her good eye, it looked around with its good eye. With her compound eye she could see part of her bracket screwed to a mandible, lined with opposable teeth... so many teeth. If she had her own face, it would keep its usual vacant frown on right about now, but she didn't. But it was perhaps the hunger that bothered her more than the teeth, the urge to devour everything in sight, but she had to stay focused.
My name is Lydia. I am a Republic soldier. I was born on Nar Shaddaa. It was a way she managed to fight mind control while in Imperial service--remembering absolute truths in order to focus her mind and locate herself. But nothing was true about her anymore, just those three things. In truth she felt hollow these days, resentful of the Republic and of circumstance. Of here. Of now.
I will not kill and eat my peers. I am on a mission to find the stupid eggheads who went and got themselves trapped. And not eat them.
Breaking the base instincts of this form was going to be a problem she could already foresee. She quickly gathered what was left of her wits and looked around to see what she could see with her strange bug eye.
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Post by kyquell on Oct 24, 2014 9:04:59 GMT -6
"Okay, I can't believe it, but this really is the craziest thing I've ever seen. We need to find out why it's happening to her though, and not to us." Lodor contemplates for a quick moment and states "The only differences I'm seeing are that we got here later, and we walked here instead of jumping. Let's do a little experiment: Bifzik, I want you and Potshot to go back to Geo and roll some of my Nexu bites-PLEASE don't ask me why I didn't need to use them earlier-down the path to Chem Analysis. Comm me so I know if it changes. If it does, then whoever goes to a new area first is gonna change every time. If nothing changes, I'll throw some bites across the gap to you. If THAT changes, it's our answer. If nothing happens either time...then I have no idea."
He looks at Vandal's new form and says "Okay, I'm not sure how much of this you can understand, but we're gonna fix this, and fast. In a minute you should be...well, I hope back to normal, but I think I can guarantee not a caterpillar, and that has to be an improvement."
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Oct 24, 2014 9:29:45 GMT -6
Whatever passed for her ear didn't register anything, and given that she felt the vibrations behind her, with a nimbleness belying her unfamiliarity with the form, she chittered a bit, gnashing her mandibles, gnashing its mandibles hungrily and whipped around onto her rear legs and looming before her poor eyesight managed to register it as friendly. She wanted to tell Lodor that everything was cool. Or as cool as it was going to be. But what came out was an airy "SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The caterLyds resignedly dropped and emitted a chittering sound before her airy noises evolved into something disconcertingly similar to a folk song that had just enough sour notes to fall into uncanny valley. It needed to stop. She needed to maintain control, but lacked the mental capacities to fight the instinct of the insect within.
((I'm RPing a Klorslug. My life is complete.))
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Post by Art Teach on Oct 24, 2014 16:50:57 GMT -6
Bifzik and Potshot walk back down the path. Bifzik is quickly chattering,"The singularity created a hyperspace bubble that centered on the labs. The labs split into a 4 dimensional tesseract of the original space. This caused duplicate realities of the science labs. The duplicate realities caused an instability in this time flow and that caused a breaking of the tesseract. Now reality is shattered in the area and slowly spreading creating dimensional pockets and a unstable hyperspace 4 dimensional chronetic flow. So releasing matter into that time flow will allow it to cross realities and transform into one of an infinite variety of possible realities."
Potshot wipes his brow after all of the walking and tosses the Nexu kibble into the hyperspace void between motes. "Bifzik I started hearing blah, blah, blah 5 minutes ago." The kibble is grabbed by the hyperspace flow and accelerates toward the lifeboat. What splatters against the wall next to Lodor it is not Nexu Kibble but some item in a wrapper. He lifts the plastic wrapper and sees some strange writing. In the clear package looks to be small red candy fish.
"Fascinating," Bifzik states.
Lodor tosses Kibble back at Potshot and it launches across the void changing into some type of bottle. Potshot reaches out his hand and catches the bottle stinging his hand. He looks at the brown bottle with a man standing in a pirate outfit his foot resting on a treasure chest. Potshot unscrews the bottle and sniffs it. "Smells like Corellian Rum." He takes a swig,"Tastes like Corellian Rum." Hey can you toss a few more packs of kibble?"
As you play, the Lifeboat panel shows a warning that the system is activated and will be ready to launch in T-minus 5 minutes.
OOC: Caterlyds is a great name.
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Oct 24, 2014 17:24:47 GMT -6
The CaterLyds continued its incessant singsong chittering while snapping up the package of candy fish and scarfing the whole thing down and launched itself back across the way. The explanation vindicated her reason for jumping, but it was a shame that she had no means of hearing it. Tonight, she would likely dream of teeth and nothing else, but for now she wanted to be back in her own, normal size, maimed body. This body made it impossible to communicate, and the nudity bothered her as well.
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Post by Art Teach on Oct 25, 2014 4:40:01 GMT -6
Vandal leaps through the flow of dimensional possibilities (the GM rolls on the modified wild magic chart and) Vandal bounces, rolls, and lands in the biolab and is herself again in a way. Standing she first note both eyes see normally. Her cybernetics are gone. As she attempts to push back up to rising she notes her arms feel smaller weaker. Looking down she sees she is wearing a 41 Mozubek design mini-dress inspired by the traditional Ithorian Elder's Dress. She has matched it with black corellian boots, a Iccug purse, and a strange scarf that totally does not match the theme. She then wonders why she knows it is a 41 Mozubek. That the designer was a former political prisoner, and he designed the collection based on the native styles to celebrate the overthrow of the Empire and a new era of cultural diversity. She tries to pull up exactly how many Imperial Regulations this outfit breaks and can not remember any of her favorite regulations. It is as if she has never been an Imperial Soldier.
"Wow do you clean up nicely!" Potshot states. The old man is looking her up and down a few to many times.
"Fascinating," Bifzik states.
OOC: She has jumped to a timeline where she was never a soldier just a girl who went to school for fashion design and is currently interning as a design assistant. NOOO!
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Oct 25, 2014 6:36:55 GMT -6
She was roughly half a head shorter from a lack of time spent in Zero-G, missing a majority of her signature scarring and substantially more wispy. "We'll get into how absolutely violated I feel after." She pouted. She looked at her hands, silky smooth and perfectly manicured. "It's bipedal. I'll take that. Timer, now, gawking after." She noted flatly, fragments of her goal oriented self seeping through. She dug through the purse looking for something that would be of more use. To her true self's credit, her skin was smoother due to rarely emoting or daring to expose herself to sun.
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Post by Art Teach on Oct 25, 2014 8:46:57 GMT -6
The bag contains
A ID to the Naboo school of Arts and Design.
5 physical credits
1 Credit Card
Club Card to Factory Gown Outlet
Library card
Buy ten get one free Starbacks card
Key to a speederbike
Small light
Decorated communicator
Lipstick
mirror
stunner self defense stick
Aspirin
Bandages
Feminine hygiene product
Travel sized mouthwash
breath mints
gum
2 small red candy fish
datapad
energy bar
sunglasses designer
nail file
travel sized hand lotion
body spray/perfume
face makeups
nail polish
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Oct 25, 2014 14:11:50 GMT -6
"We don't have time to lollygag. We need to cancel the launch." The blonde said in a calm, even tone. She looked odd with her steely blue eye having a twin, lack of scarring and thousand meter stare notwithstanding. She drew her new stun baton, twirling it a few times to get a feel for it.
She moved over to the panel and opened it up, muttering a string of Huttese curses as the entirety of this was lost on her. "Boys? Do any of you know what to do here, or should I just short it out?" She called.
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Post by Art Teach on Oct 25, 2014 17:34:31 GMT -6
Looking at the panel she sees that it is showing a launch sequence has been initiated from within. If she was to destroy the panel it would just keep anyone from getting in the lifeboat, not stop the lifeboat.
Jittonne looks over the panel with her,"The code sequence was authorized by the Captain. Bifzik or Lodor I need some tech help here."
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The Rodian security and Brophar turn to the hanger door as Gorak rushes in,"What is that crazy cyborg doing?"
"He is launching the defender." Brophar explains as he works a prybar into the airlock door. "thinks he's gonna destroy the DeathStar."
The deck shakes as the defender launches.
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"Captain the defender has launched," Rorn exclaims on the bridge.
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Oct 25, 2014 18:21:44 GMT -6
((OOC: The Defender is the lifeboat, yes?))
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Post by kyquell on Oct 25, 2014 20:04:00 GMT -6
OOC: I just checked the FarStar's floorplan, and it looks like the lifeboat is an emergency vehicle for the bridge officers, while the Defenders are in the hangar, which is aft of us.
Lodor yells "Bifzik, we'll need you to stop this lifeboat launch on the double, or at least get us in there so we can solve it ourselves! It'll be tough though, since it was authorized by...the captain. Oh stang, the Captain's gone crazy and is going to blast us the moment she sees us, isn't she?"
He then takes notice of Vandal's new look. He feels like he should be shocked, but after seeing her become an insect, everything else seems pretty normal. Lodor offers her his heavy blaster pistol, adding "We're probably going to run into more trouble, and that outfit doesn't look designed for a brawl. If you need this, feel free take it." If Vandal takes the blaster, Lodor pulls his hydrospanner from his belt to use as an impromptu club.
As he waits for Bifzik to work his magic, Lodor sends a message to the bridge and security team "Lodor here. So, we've got a lifeboat about to be shot off on Captain's orders. There's a good chance that she's behind these doors and will try to kill us, so I'd like to say something on record to the captain: Boss, I'm really, really sorry if we have to rough you up. I promise to not deal any permanent damage, so please don't put us on 'fresher duty for this."
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Post by @IsNotABomb on Oct 25, 2014 21:02:39 GMT -6
"I'll take my chances. I'll need my body before I can be any use with a gun. Other me is sluggish and scrawny." She quipped. "And stupid, seriously... I barely have enough fabric to be considered decent!" She paused, eyeing the edge. Once more. "I'm not bothering returning if the next one's worthless." She made a mad dash for the ledge and leapt off, praying for a miracle.
((OOC: I'm totes seeing if burning a destiny point to get Lydia into either a combat capable humanoid form or her own is cool.))
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Post by Art Teach on Oct 26, 2014 20:24:04 GMT -6
OOC: roll the wild magic and add an extra d100 because of destiny point and.......
Vandal leaps back into the flow and accelerates back at the geo lab. Potshot shifts to catch her on the other side. The force of her arrival bowls them both over. She rolls rises and is herself. Actually she feels better than herself. Checking her armor she finds it in original factory condition, her power cells are full, her blaster is not scratched or notched. She feels rested and even her cybernetics are perfect and unscratched.
Bifzik, Krudar, and Lodor slide to each side of the airlock door to the lifeboat. Bifzik works his electronic wizardry and the door slides open the launch sequence stopping. The lifeboat airlock is open waiting in a flash of red lights.
"I will need to finish closing of the launch sequence in the cockpit of the lifeboat," Bifzik starts to walk into the lifeboat casually.
OOC: The defender is one of the short range 2 person fighters the ship has. Thyte has climbed into one at the ship's hanger and is launching it into the hyperspace bubble.
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Post by kyquell on Oct 26, 2014 20:31:01 GMT -6
Lodor thrusts his arm in front of Bifzik to stop his advance. "Whoa there Bif. Whoever's trying to escape may have some surprises set for us. I'll scope out the airlock, then we'll advance as a group."
Lodor peers into the airlock to make sure it's not hiding any surprises. If it looks clean, he'll take point with his blaster ready to deal with anything he could've missed.
Mechanics: Perception Check. I guess I'll roll simple, so feel free to add in whatever difficulty dice are needed (or maybe none at all, if we're lucky). 1P1A. Gross result 1 triumph 1 success.
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