Recent content by Mithran

Well now, never thought I'd be speaking up on something like this, but here it is. I'll admit, I joined EN World mostly for the pbp games, and I never have been particularly active elsewhere. I don't know that I'd call my self active on #dnd3e due to busy schedule, but I do look in every day and...

"Alright. Now that that's done... be back in a minute." Faris climbs over the barricade and moves down the hall towards the zombies, planning to shoot from as far away as possible before running back to cover.

"Come on, Damon. Let's find a room behind us that's likely to have barricade material." Faris allows the shoulder strap to take up the slack and snug his shotgun as he moves back down the hall. He pats Michael roughly on the shoulder as he passes "Sorry, Doc, but nothing doing. We're not...

"I think we've got to take them out the traditional way or go back home. I don't think people will be too happy with us blowing up the base before it's 100% that there are zero survivors."

Faris checks his shotgun and moves forward towards sounds, pausing if there are any open doors. "Alright, these zombie guys don't seem to be too smart about doors. Lets move forward and check this out. Do a sweep of any rooms that aren't sealed on the way.

"Sick bay is probably where the group in the shuttle headed. No way to tell where the possible fighter pilot headed, so lets head to the sick bay first."

Faris quickly backs up and looks around for things that can be examined without coming within five meters of the fighter. "Alright then... we'll leave that for now. At least until we find out if it's got a live pilot."

"Alright, let's get going. We want to look like we've made a little progress at least. Cnosos, you can play with your robot or come with us now, whichever you think will be more productive. Either way, do a quick lookup on that fighter's symbol. Everybody else get suited up if you're not. We...

"I think we'd better get out of here with what we've got and get around to the official base on this planet before those Republic guys get here." If there aren't any objections, Faris takes the lemon tree and whatever else he can manage to move out in a single load and heads back to the Greed...

What are the downsides of being part of the guild? Seems like there ought to be some, since those are all mighty nice benefits.

Faris grins at Cnosos "It's what the users understand. Nice looking weapons, anyway. Hopefully we'll be able to rig ammo for them. Hang it up or toss it to me for now, though. No sense making more trips than have to." then he looks for something to seal the tree in for the walk back to the ship...

"What do we want his overgrown bugs for? Wouldn't you rather pick your favorite bits of science gear and just blast that room into dust?"

"Well... yeah. That too. But you know the government boys will botch the job and try to study him or something instead of inflicting trauma until he stops twitching and then burning what's left." Faris follows Cnosos in search of Michael.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing? Scientist-man plays with bugs, then proceeds to go crazy and cause the zombie-things... but has the smarts to go back and hide with his bugs again when the bloody bit starts? I think we need to seriously consider killing that loon dead. Did anybody bring grenades...

Faris moves over and looks through the camera feeds, doing a cursory look for movement on anything that doesn't look like the lab feed, but stopping to examine any feed he can find for the lab, since that's where the group is trying to head next.