[META] Command Deck (PANIC! At the Flagship)

[Melancholies]

Quote:

BOSS HP: 23/40
Advances: 6/20
Bosses: 2/4

She fought because there was nothing else she could do. If she didn't, this thing was going to kill them all.

Somewhere along the line, she'd started bleeding. Her nerves were shot, her skin was numb, there was something running down her arm and her face. Something hard slammed into her chest and it sent her spiraling onto the floor.

But she still got back up.


Quote:
HP: 2/40
Adult: +1 to damage rolls
Military Grade Weapon: +1 to damage rolls
Invisibility (Adept Agi B): 0/2
Adept Artifact Defense Style A (Swhings): 3/4 USING
Novice Discipline
Leadership training...

 

[Melancholies]

Quote:

BOSS HP: 18/40
Advances: 6/20
Bosses: 2/4

Staggered, more like it, back to her feet. When she coughed it was loud and heavy and wet, the taste of blood tangible on her tongue. She couldn't will her invisibility back. It flickered in and out of place all over her body--like static on a television--bits vanishing and coming back into sight without a second's notice.

She shot at it. It slammed into her stomach. She fell to the floor into a pool of her own blue hued blood.

She still got back up again.


Quote:
HP: 1/40
Adult: +1 to damage rolls
Military Grade Weapon: +1 to damage rolls
Invisibility (Adept Agi B): 0/2
Adept Artifact Defense Style A (Swhings): 2/4 USING
Novice Discipline
Leadership training...

 

[Melancholies]

Quote:

BOSS HP: 15/40
Advances: 6/20
Bosses: 2/4

Standing there between her team and the putrid commander, Sarcel saw it coming. She fought because she couldn't give up, but she didn't give up despite it being lost from the beginning. The cards weren't in her favor from the very beginning. This time when she was hit it came hard and she saw stars and she spun and spun and spun...

And this time, from the floor, she found her legs unable to move.


Quote:
HP: 0/40
Adult: +1 to damage rolls
Military Grade Weapon: +1 to damage rolls
Invisibility (Adept Agi B): 0/2
Adept Artifact Defense Style A (Swhings): 2/4
Novice Discipline
Leadership training...

 

[Melancholies]

RESERVE POST

Quote:

BOSS HP: 15/40
Advances: 6/20
Bosses: 2/4

"I can't hold it back any longer..." She coughed again with that awful phlegm-like sound, the blood thick and muddled with spit as it hit the floor. Her arms were torn. Her legs were torn. Her jacket barely hung against her shoulders, and the bandages around her midsection were starting to blossom blue. "Vidari, can you move? Get the girls out of here, I can't--you have to get them out of here now."


Quote:
HP: 0/40
Adult: +1 to damage rolls
Military Grade Weapon: +1 to damage rolls
Invisibility (Adept Agi B): 0/2
Adept Artifact Defense Style A (Swhings): 2/4
Novice Discipline
Leadership training...

 

[Green Minuet]

[+] Captain Kursha Vidari

Health: 20
Military Weapon +1
Eagle Eyes: 1/3
Grandmaster Leadership, Novice Covert Ops, Training Academics

As he dipped into unconsciousness, Kursha heard his name. Sarcel called to him. He lifted his face from the floor, where it had been resting in his own blood. He stared uncomprehending at the blueblood. Her words reached him like an echo at the end of a long tunnel. It took precious seconds to arrive at clarity. Precious more to care about it.

[ Kursha is revived by a second wind! ]

 

[Green Minuet]

[+] Captain Kursha Vidari

Health: 6
Military Weapon +1
Eagle Eyes: 1/3
Grandmaster Leadership, Novice Covert Ops, Training Academics

With a grunt, Kursha peeled himself off the floor. He staggered to his feet, stance askew and posture hunched. His thinkpan was devoid of thought. Sarcel's words had reached him on some level. He understood enough that he needed to kill the thing that stood in front of him.

He curled his fingers around the barrel of the rifle. The strap slipped off his shoulder. “... You ready to dance, <********> He gave the rifle a mighty swing, sending the butt of the weapon smashing into the undead's back.

[ Kursha does 4 damage. ]
[ Boss Health: 11 ]

 

[Green Minuet]

[+] Captain Kursha Vidari

Health: 16
Military Weapon +1
Eagle Eyes: ACTIVE
Grandmaster Leadership, Novice Covert Ops, Training Academics

That got its attention. As it turned to face him Kursha clubbed it, across the face, sending its head rocking. He wore a feral grin. His body operated solely off the adrenaline that came from somewhere between rage and mania. “Hey Sarce! What's wrong? I thought I made myself clear: we don't quit 'til we're done!” The greenblood was delirious. He raised his rifle for another strike, but the undead caught him in the shoulder with a powerful swipe, knocking him off his feet.

[ Kursha does 5 damage. ]
[ Boss Health: 6 ]

 

[Green Minuet]

[+] Captain Kursha Vidari

Health: 11
Military Weapon +1
Eagle Eyes: 0
Grandmaster Leadership, Novice Covert Ops, Training Academics

Kursha picked himself back up off the floor. The undead swung down with its blade, but Kursha twisted away at the last second, The weapon only grazed him. His body was beginning to warm up again. Bouncing on his feet, he whirled the rifle into the side of the undead. Beneath the soggy mass, he heard the satisfying crunch of its ribs.

[ Kursha does 3 damage. ]
[ Boss Health: 3 ]

 

[Green Minuet]

[+] Captain Kursha Vidari

Health: 6
Military Weapon +1
Eagle Eyes: 0
Grandmaster Leadership, Novice Covert Ops, Training Academics

Kursha dodged another blow, side-stepping the lunge that might have skewered him a second time. Despite the fog in his thinkpan, his thoughts were beginning to catch up with him. The more he moved, the more coherent his thoughts seemed. He aimed the butt of the rifle at the undead, but it swatted the weapon aside and gripped him by the throat.

[ Kursha does 1 damage. ]
[ Boss Health: 2 ]

 

[Green Minuet]

[+] Captain Kursha Vidari

Health: 0
Military Weapon +1
Eagle Eyes: 0
Grandmaster Leadership, Novice Covert Ops, Training Academics

Lifting him off the floor, the undead crushed the air from his lungs. Kursha struggled to breathe, gasping and choking. Then, a little ways behind the rotting mass, he saw Sarcel and Lorata. Elidae lay further off. His team. He would be damned if he let anything happen to them. To Elidae. The hammer cocked. A final bout of rage coursed through his veins. “JUST DIE, YOU PIECE OF s**t.”

[ Kursha does 6 damage. ]
[ Boss Health: 0 ]