=>[META] Command Deck (H.E.L.P.)

[zeflamigo]

Quote:

HP: 08/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
YTMA Pins:
Training in Troll Relations
Artifacts:
2/2 Adept Artifact, Defense Style B
(nullify the damage from the last hit)
0/2 Adept Artifact, Offense Style B
(2d6 Deal double damage on this attack. 1 ongoing damage for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.)

The familiar ringing in Leeroi's head was not a welcome one. Once again, the pain returned to his arm, and he found himself clutching at it like it would do anything to solve the problem. "********..." Leeroi whimpered, trying to hold back a scream. Physical pain would have been a lot better than this... Sensation of his arm falling off ********..." He whined again, smacking his head. Then, he got a look at the horrible figure to blame. Another horrible, wriggling mass of trolls, shambling toward him like ooze. Leeroi remained frozen in place, all sense of instinct failing him.

BOSS HP: 26/40  

[DraconicFeline]

Oh gog she could feel that pressure against her thinkpan again and it was worse thatn before. Act fast, act smart, keep together... That would be good advice if she could ******** see through the reddening haze before her.

She wanted to hold her head in her hands. She wanted to cough and hack and scream. Instead, she flailed forward to hack at it - the source of her misery - hard. As hard, indeed, as she could.

For a brief moment, the pressure subsided, giving her a few precious moments of lucidity, her thoughts clear.

And then it came back with a vengeance.

The force of it pushed her back physically, but mentally... Mentally, she had no idea how she was holding on. It was like being trapped under debris, with the debris getting heavier and heavier, crushing her down. She was bleeding again, the blood now coating her lips, her tongue, and stinging the back of her throat with its metal. She made a small whimpering sound as she willed the pressure to stop stop stop stop stop stop STop.....

Quote:

4/20 hp

Damage Taken: 6
Damage Dealt: 6+1=7

Boss HP: 19/40

Military Weapon: +1 to damage

Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (1/2 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)

A Collection of Painkiller Drugs (Novice Trinket Support A) (Uses: 0/1, Charges: 2/3, Heals another troll by half their maximum hp)

In training: Troll Relations 0/1

 

[purplerosesbeauty]

Despite her best efforts, Eostre was feeling the effect of this psionic mass of horror a lot more than the first time. Her balance was affected, and she felt the slight ache of the mental strain coming from the assault. Still vague and broad though, versus the very specific attacks she was used to.

She gave the creature a wide berth as she circled, and darted in for a few quick attacks, before looking at Psygki and Leeroi. The two of them looked... much worse for wear than she'd like. She stepped behind Psygki, to lend her support and backup. "I'm here, corporal," she said.

Boss HP: 15/40
Damage: 4

HP: 19/40
Military Grade Brass Knuckles
Artifact: Novice Support Style A (1/1)
Trinkets: Adept Offense Style B (1/2), V2 Beamtube (Adept Agility Style B) (1/2), Novice Defense Style A (1/3)

Eostre's scout ability cooldown in 4 advancements

Advancements: 6/21
Mini-bosses: 2/4

 

[Gl!tch~]

Mera's boomerang returned to her, and she looked around in the onslaught. She could hear Eostre, and she could see her helping Psykgi, who really was looking worse for wear.

Leeroi, however, looked totally out of it. And that was no good. She was in no position to go help, herself, but she still could do something. Mera summoned the energy to toss her boomerang again at the mass.

"Furore! You need to fight!" she yelled before she got brain blasted for her attack again.

DMG: 2 +1 = 3
Boss HP: 12/40

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HP: 6/20
Military-grade Weapon: +1 dmg
YTMA Pins:
Leadership Training
Artifacts:
Adept Support Style B (2/2)
Trinkets:
Novice Support Style A (0/1)
Power:
Novice Defensive Style B (0/1)

 

[zeflamigo]

Quote:

HP: 03/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
YTMA Pins:
Training in Troll Relations
Artifacts:
2/2 Adept Artifact, Defense Style B
(nullify the damage from the last hit)
0/2 Adept Artifact, Offense Style B
(2d6 Deal double damage on this attack. 1 ongoing damage for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.)

Leeroi was hit with another psionic wave. How was he supposed to defend himself from something like this? Using his shield? That would be useless against an enemy like this.

Hemera was right. All he could do was attack, and get rid of this enemy faster than it could take them down with it. With trembling hands, Leeroi raised his shotgun and fired at the distorted mass, and it wriggled back with a scream, leaving a pool of goo in its previous space.

BOSS HP: 5/40  

[DraconicFeline]

Someone was behind her - the LT. Someone was next to her - Leeroi. Leeroi...

Yes, thats right, focus on Leeroi. The pressure was unbearable, getting stronger. It came in waves, which made her gastric organs twist and tumble in a dance of vertigo and nausea.

Opening her eyes hurt. The lights stabbed into her head. The voice - oh gog, was it a voice? Or a vibration? Or a force? She couldn't tell - she couldn't tell, she just wanted it to stop. She couldn't see, she couldn't think. She could barely even move - movement let the force in, that slippery pressure, worming its way into her mind, making her thoughts explode...

Focus, Psy, come on, focus. she tried to hold something in her mind - her symbol, Leeroi's face, her lusus, her own smile in the mirror... Something to keep her grounded, and to keep it out. You can do this - you're a psychologist, you're trained to get into peoples heads without psionics. You can focus. You can...

She raised her axe to hit it - and red flooded her vision. She convulsed in pain as the force increased, crushing her defenses, managing just a little (sharp) tap before...

emptiness.
loneliness.
a conciousness unimaginable, bizzare, strange alien.
flesh. to be made like it. come to it.
please?
nothing.
it felt nothing.


Psykgi reeled back, crying out as she fought to stay concious. Her axe fell from her hands as she blocked her eyes with her arm - as if that would do anything. She yelled - as if that would do anything. She collapsed to her knees.

Ma... She called for her lusus - of course, her teeth were too grit together to actually call for her. Ma'am - her lusus, that swarm of cockroaches, they had always been there to protect her. Ma... where are you?

And then her body switched to a protective mode - it shut down temporarily. It was a sound biological strategy -- without a concious mind, thoughts could not be effected, the surge of power from a mental attack could be buffered. Healing hormones could then flow to the thinkpan and start the repairs. Most predators - and warriors - were uninterested by unmoving forms, and though it was a gamble, it had served enough trolls well to be passed down.

Psykgi knew about this natural troll reaction - she'd studied it as part of the texts - but she didn't think about it. Not then. She just passed out, and it was a blissful sort of relief from the pressure and pain.



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0/20 hp

Damage Taken: 4
Damage Dealt: 1+1 =2

Boss HP: 03/40

Military Weapon: +1 to damage

Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (1/2 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)

A Collection of Painkiller Drugs (Novice Trinket Support A) (Uses: 0/1, Charges: 2/3, Heals another troll by half their maximum hp)

In training: Troll Relations 0/1



Psy is down

 

[purplerosesbeauty]

The redblood collapsed, and Eostre rushed forward to pull her away from the masses as it approached the corporal. s**t. She was practically passed out now. Furore would probably come take care of her. This wasn't good though. "Psygki! You need to hold it together," she said, before focusing on the enemy.

She pushed forward, stabbing it with her trench knife as she punched, cutting it and wincing at the gushing and oozing it spurted at her. But she had to take care of this, before it hurt any more of her squadron. The sooner it was dead the better.

Boss HP: 0/40
Damage: 5

HP: 15/40
Military Grade Brass Knuckles
Artifact: Novice Support Style A (1/1)
Trinkets: Adept Offense Style B (1/2), V2 Beamtube (Adept Agility Style B) (1/2), Novice Defense Style A (1/3)

Eostre's scout ability cooldown in 4 advancements

Advancements: 6/21
Mini-bosses: 3/4

 

[zeflamigo]

Quote:

HP: 03/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
YTMA Pins:
Training in Troll Relations
Artifacts:
2/2 Adept Artifact, Defense Style B
(nullify the damage from the last hit)
0/2 Adept Artifact, Offense Style B
(2d6 Deal double damage on this attack. 1 ongoing damage for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.)

The evil had been defeated. But Psykgi— Leeroi whipped his head around at the sound of Eostre calling for her. The redblood had collapsed from mental exhaustion alone. Standing in front of her and trying to defend her physically was useless. Leeroi's strategy here was worth nothing. He felt awful.

Leeroi rushed over to Psykgi, bulldozing anything and anyone in his path. She wasn't dead, was she? She couldn't be. No. Maybe? Leeroi's brain settled on the worst thought, and his bloodpusher sank. "Psy..." Leeroi called out to her, falling to his knees. "PSY!" He called again, and grabbed her shoulders to pull her into a sitting position.

"Psy, come on," Leeroi said, softer. After all of the psionic pain affecting him earlier, Leeroi started to cry easily. "Leeroi's here. It's me, wake up..." He shook her by the shoulders, clearly panicked. "WAKE THE ******** UP! PLEASE!" He shouted, voice desperate and hoarse.  

[DraconicFeline]

Leeroi's voice was the first thing she remembered hearing when she started to come to again. She wanted to sleep - five more minutes, forever, oh gog she hurt... That was the second thing she noticed as she flickered into wakefulness. Then out. Than in. Then out again - the constant, though, was that Leeroi was talking. And - and - she was being shaken.

Better open my eyes... she thought sloppily, opening them slightly - and then closing them again as the light stabbed into her still-hypersentitive nervous system. She groaned. She tried again. Things were blurred, then they resolved... into Leeroi. Into Leeroi and tears.

"H... hey." she managed, her voice raw from something. Repressed screams... her mind sluggishly supplied. She reached out to his face to brush the tears away, "I'm here. It... it's me." she said, in an unconcious mirror of what he'd said to her only moments before.

She didn't want him to cry - seeing him hurt, that was different. He got into fights. Getting hurt came with that, and so long as he enjoyed himself and was fine, she was there to patch him up. Seeing him cry... gog, the way it made her feel. Like someone was crushing her from the inside. Like torture. Whoa. I can hurt even more than I already do. Whatever was making him cry had to stop.

Wait. She was making him cry. "It's going to be ok." she said, hugging him. Really, she was telling that to herself too, psyching herself up to suck it up. Because, if she wanted to make things better, she had to be ok. So she would tell herself that until it was true - that was how she got through life. It wasn't a lie, but, with wakefulness came the residual pain - mental attacks left sore spots and wounds, just as physical attacks did - and she started shaking.

But hugging him... that was still safety. Even with this, she still felt safe in his arms. Here, she could very easily believe what she was saying.

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0/20 hp -> 10/20 HP

Damage Taken:
Damage Dealt: +1

Military Weapon: +1 to damage

Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (1/2 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)

A Collection of Painkiller Drugs (Novice Trinket Support A) (Uses: 0/1, Charges: 2/3, Heals another troll by half their maximum hp)

In training: Troll Relations 0/1

Psykgi is using second wind!
Psy regains 10hp - the power of <>!

 

[DraconicFeline]

After a moment to decompress and be, in fact, alive, Psykgi decided to allow herself to remember that she was - in fact - still on the Flagship.

Gog damn it, I don't want to deal with another ******** psionic enemy for as long as I live. she thought to herself. Despite the twinge of pain - and the unusual aggression of the thought - it at least brought a shadow of her usual smile back to her face, and a few slats of her mental defenses back into place. She was so happy she'd met Leeroi. Thank gog he was here.

Or at least for a while. she amended,
Not for a nice, solid, non-mind-bending while.

Oh yeah, the others - no one looked particularly hot, to be honest. Not even as well as her, and she'd been... Well, Psy didn't want to think about the state she'd been in.

I should do a work thing.

"I, uh. I have another medkit for use." she took it out and passed it around."How... how close are we, do you think, from... oh gosh." Words. Funny things. Get a ******** grip, Psykgi.
"What I mean to say, is." she said, a little more clearly, "What do you estimate as our progress in our mission? Because I really don't, um..." she faltered, just a little, "I don't think I can take too many more of those!" She tried a little bit of cheer - since she could manage it, why not. "Gosh!"

Quote:

10/20 hp

Damage Taken:
Damage Dealt: +1

Military Weapon: +1 to damage

Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (1/2 Uses, heal one troll 0/2 hp)

A Collection of Painkiller Drugs (Novice Trinket Support A) (Uses: 0/1, Charges: 2/3, Heals another troll by half their maximum hp)

In training: Troll Relations 0/1

Psykgi Heals Eos for 20!

 

[purplerosesbeauty]

The redblood corporal got up, and internally Eostre breathed a sigh of relief. Having to carry her around wouldn't be ideal, and they needed every hand they could get to finish this mission. Watching Furore and Mentha like that though - the things true moirails could accomplish...

"We're not far now, I can feel it," Eostre said, taking the medkit and looking for something to soothe her own aches. Even after all this time it was starting to get to her. "Hey, Psygki, good work," she added.

HP: 35/40
Military Grade Brass Knuckles
Artifact: Novice Support Style A (1/1)
Trinkets: Adept Offense Style B (1/2), V2 Beamtube (Adept Agility Style B) (1/2), Novice Defense Style A (1/3)

Eostre's scout ability cooldown in 4 advancements

Advancements: 6/21
Mini-bosses: 3/4

 

[Gl!tch~]

Hemera had to hold herself against the wall for a good long while after the pain receded. Nothing was actively harming her anymore, but she still felt exhausted. She only had so much energy, and mental invasions were so taxing. Mera couldn't stop shaking, either. So all she was able to do was watch as Psykgi went down, and Leeroi go to her. She had to watch with bated breath to see if the yelling would do anything.

Seeing Psykgi get up, she supposed that the pair must be a good fit, then. His efforts worked, Psykgi was back on her feet.

Mera pushed off the wall, her footing a little difficult at first, but she managed. Psykgi played medic, but she had to be looked after, too. She came up to the corporal and their superior officer.

"Ma'am. Thank you for taking out the psionic. And Psykgi... Thank you for all your hard work. I'm glad you could keep going." Hands still shaking, Mera rummaged in her bag. "Here. It's not much, but it should keep you going. If it's for less than five hours, you can all them for your money back."

Mera presented her with a small bottle, a caffeine shot to drink.

Quote:

HP: 6/20
Military-grade Weapon: +1 dmg
YTMA Pins:
Leadership Training
Artifacts:
Adept Support Style B (1/2)
Trinkets:
Novice Support Style A (0/1)
Power:
Novice Defensive Style B (0/1)

 

[Gl!tch~]

Two trolls accounted for, up and at it and recovering. Still, that left one, who was likely emotionally spent between the psionic and Psykgi.

Even though moving still wasn't the easiest, Hemera made her way over to Leeroi. "Hey." Again, words failed her at first. Exhaustion dragged her down, and what else remained was growing into unbridled emotion that she had no idea what to do with.

She let out a drained exhale. "That was...a lot back there, wasn't it? But you toughed through it, and kept Psykgi with us. Against the odds. Very heroic, Furore." She looked into his face, at the obvious stress he would have to be under. "But...you do look like you could use a boost. Here."

She pulled another energy shot out of her bag, and put it in his hands in a way that had her hands clasp over his as she did so. "It should help you bounce back after those psionic attacks. On a regular night something like this would probably make you a hyperactive gerbil. I can't even imagine... Anyway. Keep up the good work, corporal."

Mera slipped away from him then, trying not to show anyone just how exhausted she really was and how few resources she had to deal with it.

Quote:

HP: 6/20
Military-grade Weapon: +1 dmg
YTMA Pins:
Leadership Training
Artifacts:
Adept Support Style B (0/2)
Trinkets:
Novice Support Style A (0/1)
Power:
Novice Defensive Style B (0/1)

 

[DraconicFeline]

"G... Thank you." Ohhh, a caffiene drink - just what the doctor ordered. Odd how it cheered her - caffiene was truly a useful drug.

... and Leeroi and Hemera needed to have a moment. And Psykgi needed to get up and move, otherwise she would sit here and cuddle forever, and they would never get off this ******** ship of doom.

She squinted into the distant hallway, approaching it shakily. There it was - that little speck of hope that would fan the fires of wakefulness and caffiene into something a little more real. "This door - is it just me, or does it say 'Command Forechamber...'" she moved closer, "Are we actually close?"

It seemed a lot to hope for, but it was possible.

Quote:

15/20 hp

Damage Taken:
Damage Dealt: +1

Military Weapon: +1 to damage

Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (1/2 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)

A Collection of Painkiller Drugs (Novice Trinket Support A) (Uses: 0/1, Charges: 2/3, Heals another troll by half their maximum hp)

In training: Troll Relations 0/1

Psykgi found a DOOR

 

[zeflamigo]

Quote:

HP: 08/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
YTMA Pins:
Training in Troll Relations
Artifacts:
2/2 Adept Artifact, Defense Style B
(nullify the damage from the last hit)
0/2 Adept Artifact, Offense Style B
(2d6 Deal double damage on this attack. 1 ongoing damage for all turns after. The ongoing damage from these stack.)

Psykgi was alright... Leeroi felt like he could scream, again. Instead, he just enjoyed the hug for the moment that it lasted, petting the back of her head. "Don't scare me like that," He said, digging his face into her shoulder to wipe away his tears. "This support and tank thing doesn't really work against brain s**t, does it?" He made a soft laugh. Hopefully, they'd be done soon. They could go back to the base and have lots of ice cream.

Attention pulled by Hemera, Leeroi visibly straightened from his previous, vulnerable pose. He couldn't help but feel thankful for the energy, especially when it was offered to Psykgi, too. He laughed, trying to act cool. "You're not so bad yourself, Sarge." He said, eventually following Psykgi to the new door.

"This looks like the thing," Leeroi said. "Looks high-security, though. There's a trap system and a lock installed." He looked at their lieutenant, waiting for her to take care of the doors, or at least hand out orders.