Privateers of Lssthp II [IC]

[TriciaOso]

Cocytus follows the rest of the group, riding the rail to the curve and then jumping off to avoid the corners; running to the next straightaway and gliding the last twenty-five feet to the elevator. He takes his place inside and prepares for an attack when they emerge in the control room.

Spoiler: Insight 10+

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Cocytus is experiencing a lot of emotions; he knows he's been largely deadweight on this mission, a mission that is very important to him personally. He was prepared to die to see it succeed, a moment ago; prepared to live, too, if his 'ace up his sleeve' had worked. Then that moment disappeared and he's left with the hangover.

Spoiler: Insight 15+

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Servius accomplished it without even intending too, barely even looking. The fact that his grenade laid the groundwork doesn't feel like enough. He knows the four of you are in the grip of some force, are getting stronger all the time, and he knows that he's not, and that's hard to swallow for an old-school traditionalist dragonborn like himself.

He is enjoying watching you kill orcs, though.

Spoiler: Out of your sight

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Spoiler: Goronglix

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Goronglix glides on the cart for a dozen feet, more or less, and leaps off at the vault door. The overseer is hot on their heels, and a supervisor follows them into the room. They both use the rail to catch up to them, but the plasmoid dodges all the attacks, then flattens out and oozes under the vault door. Knowing the overseer has a key, they attempt to fuse the lock mechanism with their tools, but a spark jumps from the circuits and the door opens wide.

"Ah. Hello. So what had happened was--" the plasmoid begins nervously... but the orcs are lying slumped on the ground. Not dead; unconscious. Goronglix extends a pseudopod to their airways to rectify this as they try to figure out what is happening.

Back at the console on the other side of the room, a small plasmoid homunculus detached from the larger mass of Goronglix emerges from hiding and waits to reactivate the elevators when the reptilians call for it.

Spoiler: Commander Flamon

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Commander Flamon extends his will to the orcs he has led here for many years. His psionic energy form is nearly extinguished, but as he draws the lifeforce from his nearest subordinates his flame grows tall and straight once more. (Upstairs, the remaining orc overseer and supervisors slump over unconscious, and in the control room one of the communications specialists falls face first into her keyboard.)

He rises from prone and stumps towards the elevator to wait, sword and boomerang shield in his hands. His communications to the control room are cut off and he can't get to the invaders in time; whatever happens in the control room will happen. Either he's waiting for the all-clear... or for vengeance.

When his power is full-ripe again, he extends his will once more and calls up the minds of three of the orcs who have died here today. They were born to serve. They will continue to serve.

Spoiler: Infiltrator Oroduin

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Infiltrator Oroduin waits upstairs for the sign to go or stay. The comms are down, but it has only been a few moments. Surely Flamon and his men are still fighting. Around her, the comms specialists are working to download everything from the station's computers onto a travelling crystal. Orc technicians roused from sleep man the guns on the roof or try desperately to regain control of the elevators or simply bar the door to the brain.

And the brain waits, expectantly. It doesn't want things, feel things, like an orc or a reptilian or even a true illithid. It just... knows things. Thinks things. Commands things. It has commanded her to save it, and all the data from this station, if the invaders make it this far.

She's... considering it.