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Alright, neat. For the advancements that aren't covered specifically, I'm just going to assume cities and stuff in general's more advanced, and if I get something wrong you can just tell me. Since laser weapons are pretty much run of the mill now, and only poor people use ballistics, can Basso's sniper rifle be of the laser variety? He not only has he served in XCOM from beginning to end, he's also a firearms instructor (which I guess should be changed to laserarms instructor), so it's not much of a stretch that he'd have one.
Erm, I really don't want to start another debate here, Dral, but I really don't get how Mifune broke the chain. If you have a chain pinned to the ground by a sword, it's through one of the links. I'm also presuming that Mifune pinned the chain with a downward stab, but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. How would Mifune have broken the link with a flick of his wrist? there's no space for the sword to impact against the chain, therefore cut it., you'd just be pushing it along. Not to mention Herriman's pulling you upwards and towards him, which would proabably disrupt that seeing as how his leverage is at the middle point of the blade (also a guess, since it was downward stab that pinned the chain down, correct me if I'm wring here too).
Unless if I'm missing something here...
Unless if I'm missing something here...
When Terra presented her mouth, Shor'Gen turned, and placed a rolled up medical rag in her mouth. He was about to start work, when the lights went out, and the ship rocked lightly with the impact of...something. Not that Shor'Gen really noticed the lights going out anyways, save for his hearing vision going almost immeasurably fuzzier, since the photons in the room had a minute effect on his vision.
"If it brings you any comfort, my species does not have eyes." Shor'Gen said, as if something like that was good news to her in this situation. This situation required absolute precision, so Shor'Gen couldn't really rely on having to used medical tools by proxy.
To steady her arm, one of his primary pincers closed over Terra's forearm, while the other placed itself against her back. Leaning forwards slightly, Shor'Gen brought his lower claws to bear. They held nothing, save for one, which had a pair of microtweezers in its clutches. two of his lower claws placed themselves around the edge of the wound, holding it open so Shor'Gen could work.
Gently moving the microtweezers into her arm, he proceeded to remove the pieces of shrapnel in Terra's shoulder. It was a meticulous (and most likely painful) process for Terra, but once he was done (after ten minutes of working on her shoulder, the tweezers came up one last time, holding the remnants of the bullet. Dropping it into a disposal tray along with the other pieces of bullet, Shor'Gen followed up by sealing the wound with Synthflesh, and closed it off with a heat cauterizer.
As he applied bandages, he spoke up. "Do note that you have been moved down in the crew physicals schedule, in order to give your wound more time to heal. However, should you heal before you are called, come see me at once." He said.
"If it brings you any comfort, my species does not have eyes." Shor'Gen said, as if something like that was good news to her in this situation. This situation required absolute precision, so Shor'Gen couldn't really rely on having to used medical tools by proxy.
To steady her arm, one of his primary pincers closed over Terra's forearm, while the other placed itself against her back. Leaning forwards slightly, Shor'Gen brought his lower claws to bear. They held nothing, save for one, which had a pair of microtweezers in its clutches. two of his lower claws placed themselves around the edge of the wound, holding it open so Shor'Gen could work.
Gently moving the microtweezers into her arm, he proceeded to remove the pieces of shrapnel in Terra's shoulder. It was a meticulous (and most likely painful) process for Terra, but once he was done (after ten minutes of working on her shoulder, the tweezers came up one last time, holding the remnants of the bullet. Dropping it into a disposal tray along with the other pieces of bullet, Shor'Gen followed up by sealing the wound with Synthflesh, and closed it off with a heat cauterizer.
As he applied bandages, he spoke up. "Do note that you have been moved down in the crew physicals schedule, in order to give your wound more time to heal. However, should you heal before you are called, come see me at once." He said.
Where is this World of Xcom directory, anyways? Is it the hider up in the first OOC post?
But Alduin's dead as a doornkob. The dragonborn nommed on his soul.
In other news, I might make a second character depending on how many people there are to roleplay with out of combat.
In other news, I might make a second character depending on how many people there are to roleplay with out of combat.
That's pretty damn cool. You know, when I came across this for the very first time, my first instinct was to create a government aligned character, someone who could play the villain (sort of like that evil doctor lady from Infamous: Second Son), because I love being the villain, but I decided to play Basso, because Basso's an actual soldier from my own XCOM games. Given, I toned him down a bit since he was a bit of an utter badass (120 base aim snapshot sniper, fully gene-modded and kitted out to the point that he can solo entire groups of enemies through clever abuse of the low-profile ability/chameleon skin gene mod and the In The Zone ability), but he's still every bit my favorite guy ever.
Still, despite all the brilliant work you've done so far as a GM, I still don't have a sense of man's technology level. Are US soldiers toting laser or plasma weapons? What about medicine, transportation, all of those everyday things? I know I sound super nitpicky, but there isn't a real sense of setting yet.
Unless if you're already in the process of writing all that stuff down. Then don't listen to me, I'm silly.
Still, despite all the brilliant work you've done so far as a GM, I still don't have a sense of man's technology level. Are US soldiers toting laser or plasma weapons? What about medicine, transportation, all of those everyday things? I know I sound super nitpicky, but there isn't a real sense of setting yet.
Unless if you're already in the process of writing all that stuff down. Then don't listen to me, I'm silly.
Herriman didn't reply, instead preferring to not let Mifune finish speaking. If the situation a more conventionally sized ball and chain weapon, Herriman would've been slower on the draw, but since the chain on this one was so long, Herriman was already oriented towards Mifune by the time he had cut the chain. As soon as Mifune pinned it to the ground with his sword, the link he had impaled tightened around the blade, and Herriman lashed upwards and towards himself with the mutated muscles on his shoulder that allowed him to swing the whole thing, intent on pulling the blade up from the ground and into the air, hopefully with Mifune in tow.
Well, if the aliens get on board, Shor'Gen could go all "vent-busting alien monster" on them. Probably scare the hell out of them.
Herriman laughed, turning back around. "Well, I guess I have my answer then. Know that if you strike me down today, It's because you fought like a mongrel with its leg caught in a trap." He said with grim finality. Swinging his flail-arm faster and faster, Herriman broke into another run towards Mifune, charging defiantly at him yet again. Except this time, the attack would come much sooner. When Herriman was fifteen feet away, he adjusted the swing angle on his flail-arm. With a mighty heft and the sounds of tendons snapping, Herriman's flail arm came loose just as he entered another swing with it, flying straight forwards towards Mifune at breakneck speed while still attached to his forearm by an almost fifteen foot long chain. Given the length of the bony, disgusting chain of the weapon, Herriman could chain this thrust into another attack, which is exactly what he did.
After the initial attack, Herriman would wheel about, allowing the momentum of his fleshy flail to assist him as he'd bring it around for a horizontal swing. With these attack's Herriman would remain out of Mifune's reach. The only problem was, there was a good chance his flail-arm would be useless if Mifune closed in, so he'd be down an arm for the next turn.
After the initial attack, Herriman would wheel about, allowing the momentum of his fleshy flail to assist him as he'd bring it around for a horizontal swing. With these attack's Herriman would remain out of Mifune's reach. The only problem was, there was a good chance his flail-arm would be useless if Mifune closed in, so he'd be down an arm for the next turn.
Yeah, Guild's been going down a lot recently, and at the shittiest moments, too.
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