Gladitori - IC - Freshmen

[CaptainChaos]

Visionary

Trying hard not to lose his lunch from the stench, he asks;

'Did something die in there?"

[The_Watchman]

Clockwork

Clockwork stepped out of the escape pod, popping open his helmet seals as he did. These were the new recruits and prior experience had taught him that many saw the Va Shaak elements in his armor and assumed he was some terrifying new Va Shaak soldier. A human face was typically all it took to counter the jump to such an illogical conclusion. He studied the new arrivals for a moment then spoke in an emotionless voice, "Our actions were a part of the causal chain that led to the destruction of the ship, yes. As the probable sole survivors, responsibility for the action is ours."

He turned toward the other three pods and leveled his strange chrome weapon. "Defensive positions. There is an 85.9% probability that pod occupants are Va Shaak survivors."

Edited to fix a typo on the number of pods

[Aerlwyn]

Mindspike "I thought it was four pods total"

[Moderate_Hero]

THE MOUNTEBANK

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The Moutebank walks over to Clockwork, gives him a close look, ignores the weapon in his hand, and slaps him on the back, hard.

"Dag buddy. I like your style. You got moxy! I don't really see how the destruction of a ship happened due to a 'casual chain' of events, though. But that's all right! In my experience, stuff only blows up after a lot of dedicated non-casual hard work. Maybe you are just being, what do they call it? Modest? Ha, it's hard for me to even remember the word! But it don't matter. Not to me. Your took 'em out. Props, big props.

"I like you. You got what it takes. And shooting down in one of those pods... that's moxy, as I said before. I'm a big fan!"


The Mountebank gives Clockwork a dazzling smile, and bends over to shake his free, non-gun-toting hand.

"I'm The Mountebank. Nice to meet you. Hey. Somebody should jump in the water, though. Kinda vomit-y in there, ain't it?"

[Aerlwyn]

Mindspike rises into the air and makes defense positions available by moving objects to provide cover. She then creates a shield around herself and waits for the shooting to start.

[The_Watchman]

Clockwork
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Clockwork did not turn to regard Mountebank, though he did tense noticeably when touched by the other Gladitori. His helmet hissed closed and when he spoke, his voice had an electronic distortion to it as he said, "Causal refers to being the cause of an event. Our actions along with those of the rest of the strike team led to consequences that had a low probability of occurring without our intervention."

[Moderate_Hero]

THE MOUNTEBANK

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"That's what I'm talking about robot-man. Low-probability of occurring. Now I know ALL about that. Let me tell you - sometimes stuff just happens. I mean, you are sitting there, a guy runs up, puts a gun in your face, and then pulls the trigger with a gleeful laugh. WHAM! The bullet explodes due to a foul-up in the barrel, shrapnel flies backwards, and the shooter ends up the shootee, you know?

Not so sure you can trace back events like that. Causally, or causal-ly. Sometimes things just happen. In my experience, the best laid plans of men and mice usually get screwed up due to a dropped coin or a gust of wind. All plans are perfect until they run over the enemy in a tank, isn't that what they say?"

[ClassDunce]

Artemis
HP: 1 Condition: Fine

Artemis watched as Clockwork mechanically, the word that defined the vast majority of his actions, removed himself from the now downed pod. With the sunlight pouring in through the opened hatch she wiped away the vomit that was stuck to the corners of her mouth and then fumbled at her safety belt, her partially digested dinner still sitting in the seat next to her, and stumbled to her feet.

When she stepped out of the pod she was a mess. Her hair was down and clumpy from the blood of the enemy and her arms were stained from finger to elbow. Her costume was almost one large burn mark from the laser fire of the enemy’s weapons but there wasn’t a scratch or a bruise on her. She was somewhat surprised by the welcome. She expected a few reporters and some cameras but she wasn’t expecting a bright new batch of cheerful heroes. She hadn’t even fully processed the deaths of the last batch and they were already replaced.

“Well aren’t you a shiny bunch of freshness.” She said aloud to all of them, extremely aware that she looked like she had just slaughtered an entire army because she kind of had. “Where the hell is Taylor?”

[Moderate_Hero]

THE MOUNTEBANK

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The Mountebank sees Artemis rising up from the pod, and he backs away, averting his gaze.

"Oh damn girl. No. Nope, not wanting to see the blood-n-guts there. Literally. Blood and Guts.. your own guts, all over ... nope... I can't even tell if I like you or not until you get washed off... wow... talk about an entrance!"

[The_Watchman]

Clockwork
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"Predicting events is a necessary component of proper strategy. A strategy unable to survive combat conditions is of little use. Flexibility and consideration of all realistically possible outcomes is useful. Chaos is not," Clockwork said sternly then in a slightly softer tone, "Artemis, if you are still combat capable, you should take the vanguard position given your experience and resistance to injury. Mountebank, other males, other female, what are your capabilities? Specific data will be crucial."

[Aerlwyn]

Mindspike says "I am a telepath/telekinetic i have both offensive and defensive type abilities."

[chillrb]

Uproar

The scene had suddenly become very chaotic for Uproar; to many people talking at once. To make matters worse Clockwork had no mouth he could read so he was completely cutoff from any commuication with him. To even things up and better organize the operation Uproar focus his concentration unitl the familiar data signature of the nearby radio frequencies began flashing through his mind. He 'tuned' himself to the frequency that they had designated in the Gladitori training sessions and broadcasted to all his team members wearing earpieces. #I'm sorry to intrude like this, but it's the only way I can understand all sides of the conversation#. Uproar turns to Clockwork and Artemis and speaks, "Are either of you up on comms? Did you hear my broadcast?" He continues, "Sonics are my specialty."

[ClassDunce]

Artemis
HP:1 Condition: Fine

"Oh damn girl. No. Nope, not wanting to see the blood-n-guts there. Literally. Blood and Guts.. your own guts, all over ... nope... I can't even tell if I like you or not until you get washed off... wow... talk about an entrance!"

Artemis frowned and shook her head as she pulled her hair back and using a strip of cloth she tore from her upper arm she tied her hair back, “Please, if you can find a way to tear a Va Shaak’s head off without getting covered in gore let me know.”

"Artemis, if you are still combat capable, you should take the vanguard position given your experience and resistance to injury...

She gave Clockwork a jaunty little wave and hopped down from the pod onto the solid ground, “Yeah, I’m on it Tin-Man.” She looked up into the sky and tried to get a look at the incoming pods before she reached out and grabbed the pod they landed in with one hand and lifted it off the ground more or less just testing the weight for the time being. “I’ll step up and do the Behemoth Smash thing.”

"Are either of you up on comms? Did you hear my broadcast?" He continues, "Sonics are my specialty."

"You're coming in loud and clear." Artemis answered, "You got a name?"

[Moderate_Hero]

THE MOUNTEBANK

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Artemis frowned and shook her head as she pulled her hair back and using a strip of cloth she tore from her upper arm she tied her hair back, “Please, if you can find a way to tear a Va Shaak’s head off without getting covered in gore let me know.”

I'm not sure if that is hot or not. I'm thinking not. But if I was feeling kinky... maybe so. Talk about the horns of a di-lemma!

"Hear you loud and clear good buddy," Mountebank says into his Comm, cutting across whatever static remained, "Pretty glad right now they outfitted us with these here thingamajigs. It makes me feel like I'm on the radio, broadcasting to the Millions... and that's a good feeling."

Moutebank shouts over to Clockwork -- likely almost deafening those on the comm since he's still learning how to use it-- "Robot dude, yeah don't worry. I can handle myself. Rather, if I run into problems, I ask my little friend CLINT to help."



"This boy right here, he'll do some damage," The Mountebank says, spinning it around a finger, "You just pop off the safety latch, aim, and ka-blamo! Holes they do fly through the air - so to speak. Yes sir, don't mess around with this bad boy." The Mountebank spins the gun again, the gun which suddenly flies out of his hands, into the air, and onto the ground at an awkward angle. It fires once; the bullet strikes the pod and ricochets off the metal; it hits a stone and ricochets again, buzzing near Clockwork's ear.

"Whoops. Sorry about that," The Mountebank said, laughing, not at all embarrassed, "That kinda stuff happens, you know..." He picks the gun back up and sticks it into his belt, the safety still off.

[CaptainChaos]

Visionary

Steve steps forward and introduces himself to the veterans.

"I'm Visionary. I have enhanced vision and can fire blasts of energy from my eyes."