[Day 6 - MN] Party like a Warlord

[Babble]

Babble repeated his words in French and any other language he'd heard the crew speak.

[Dapper Dog]

They are thankful to Babble and start running out, Samedi Jackson watched them go with a shrug but did nothing to intervene. Emergency lighting has kicked in and arrows and direction but the text is in some strange glyph digital styled language that people do not recognize.

Hopefully they won’t need to read any signs.

OOC: DC 10 Intelligence check for Babble only since he is an Omniglot with a +5 circumstance bonus.

[Babble]

He quickly told them which symbols to follow. Changing the language seemed like a good idea at the time. For now, he tried to figure out what else he could do.

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[Day 6 - MN] Party like a Warlord, Intellect | 1d20+8 ⇒ 28

[Babble]

“Ticking and tocking people.”

He turned to Samedi and pointed at the signs. "I changed the system language to the most obscure in its database. I know every language on this Earth. That isn't one of them. It's probably from a different Earth. There's a good possibility all worlds are going to end very soon. That's not a baseline problem. That's an everyone problem! The data on this ship could help, unless you blow it all up!"

[Dapper Dog]

He looked at the text and then back to Babble and said, “We talkin’ Klingon or Dothraki, kid?” He then chuckled and added, “Don’t care, get your shit and let’s blow this shit up. I can survive the explosion, but it’s a long way to dry land, yah heard me?”

[Uri-el]

He can survive the explosion, pass through walls. Will he become ethereal if I hit him with my sword? What about Iris' eyes?

[Babble]

"Then say goodbye to anyone you care about while you can." he shook his head and returned to what he'd been doing.

[Uri-el]

Speaking rapidly in Coptic: "Can we pull a hard-drive or something? Perhaps we can mitigate the damage? If not, I think we want to be well away before they can stick us with the blame for it all."

[Babble]

"I think we may already have lost the most valuable asset on this ship." He replied in Coptic and shook his head. "I think I've got what I can."

"ELSI, I hope you're safe." he broadcast out.

[Dapper Dog]

"Then say goodbye to anyone you care about while you can." he shook his head and returned to what he'd been doing.

“I only care about that bootie,” he said making a kissy-face at Iris with a wink.

[Babble]

With the hard drives in hand, Babble lowered his hood. He had never talked to any bombs before. But if he could mitigate any of the damage, it was worth a shot.

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[Day 6 - MN] Party like a Warlord, Expertise: Computers | 1d20+15 ⇒ 26

[Dapper Dog]

With the hard drives in hand, Babble lowered his hood. He had never talked to any bombs before. But if he could mitigate any of the damage, it was worth a shot.

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[Day 6 - MN] Party like a Warlord, Expertise: Computers | 1d20+15 ⇒ 26

The bomb was like "Oh boy here I go exploding again. But maybe this one time I won't explode. Maybe."

OOC: Mitigate the damage slightly, disabled one of the bombs.

[Iris Pythia]

He was fully materialized now and let out a deep drag from his cigarette. “Damn girl,” he said to Iris, “I love a woman that can see me at every angle.”

Iris raises an eyebrow with a 'really?' expression.

"Ah huh. You give a man a quasi-unique matter structure and he thinks all the chicks are into it."

Meanwhile she kept her eyes on what the other team was doing in case it would interfere with what she, Malik and Arturo had come to do. She had a similar assessment of their chances team vs team in a fight.

[Dapper Dog]

Iris raises an eyebrow with a 'really?' expression.

"Ah huh. You give a man a quasi-unique matter structure and he thinks all the chicks are into it."

Meanwhile she kept her eyes on what the other team was doing in case it would interfere with what she, Malik and Arturo had come to do. She had a similar assessment of their chances team vs team in a fight.

“Hey fifty percent of the time, that works all the time,” he joked. “I don’t play no games, I see a bootie I like, I go after it.”

Meanwhile it looked like the rest of the team was making their way towards them, and unlike Team Academy, the kill count was high, Azrael does not seem to believe in witnesses or prisoners, or mercy. She is just smashing her way through walls on her way to the group and if there are people there… well they cease to exist when she is done.

There are two rooms of trapped workers between her and Azrael as she continues her rampage.

[Iris Pythia]

“Hey fifty percent of the time, that works all the time,” he joked. “I don’t play no games, I see a bootie I like, I go after it.”

There are two rooms of trapped workers between her and Azrael as she continues her rampage.

"Well I'm like flattered half the time Samedi."
She shakes her head, but more amused than irked.

Trying to play it casual she picks up the communicator.

"Uh Azrael there's some heavy looking stuff in front of you, if you divert left by a couple rooms you can just smash through there no problem, it'll be faster."

She wasn't exactly keen on watching scores more workers get pulverised. Iris had already turned a little green at the sight of the previous massacres.

[Dapper Dog]

OOC: Iris will need to make a Persuasion or Deception check at DC 15. Gain a +2 bonus since she knows you can see what she cannot.

[Babble]

"Guide us to them." Babble said. "Nothing more we can do here."

[Iris Pythia]

Day 6 Party like a Warlord, persuasion with a +2 to convince Azrael to not mow down civilians. Spending a hero point if needed. | 1d20+4 ⇒ 17

Something about Iris' tone sounded truthful and urgent.

[Azrael]

Day 6 Party like a Warlord, persuasion with a +2 to convince Azrael to not mow down civilians. Spending a hero point if needed. | 1d20+4 ⇒ 17

Something about Iris' tone sounded truthful and urgent.

"Understood, be ready to leave," she replied in accented English.

[Dapper Dog]

“Alright as much I enjoy the view,” he said with a smirk, “we need to get moving.” At that moment Azrael smashed through a wall and he added, “Street Witch, if you would.”

He finished the cigarette and tossed it to the floor.


Street Witch looked a bit tired but called upon the spirits to create the magical doorway. Azrael carried a large container crate over one shoulder and narrowed her eyes at team Angel Eyes.