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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 0:40:08 GMT -5
MADRUKA'S SPRING, Planet Konats.
The spring was considered a consecrated site to a local tribe of Konatsians. In fact, they were hard-pressed to give directions to an ominous outsider such as Colt. The mystical people, despite the manner in which they regarded the wonders of the universe with open, inquisitive minds, regarded him with a closed suspicion.
Colt wasn't a connoisseur of persuasion and crafty speech, and it took more than a handful of galatic credits to find a local youth willing to direct him toward Madruka's Spring. It was there that Colt sought after a special item for his most recent employer—a greedy engineer from Tech Tech who sought some special elixir. It was said to grant the drinker an abundance of secret knowledge.
Not that the half-demon believed it. If anything, it was just a rumor of a rumor, but the pay was good and his belly was empty. Not to mention he was down to his last handful of cigarettes. That was motivation enough to make the trip to the South Quadrant in search of such an item. And he'd be lying if he stated he wasn't interested.
Cue the locale. It was much less a spring, and much more a cool, damp cavern. Strange, glowing lichen covered the smooth walls of the cave, the soft damp earth pliable beneath his weight. His heavy footfalls echoed on the dew-slicked walls in tune to the sound of steady dripping water in the distance. And further beyond that, the distant noise of rushing water.
That was where he would find the spring. And, if all went according to plan, the special elixir he was sent to procure. Finding it was one thing. Convincing the Konatsians to allow him to take it would be an entirely different matter. Colt sighed, rubbing his aching neck. It still hadn't recovered from the long cramped ride within the battle pod he'd taken to get there. He felt so out of place, here in this strange location.
But the weight of the heavy blade strapped to his back, and the hidden twin Desert Eagles secured safely in their holsters beneath his arm pits felt familiar and sure. This was one mission he simply couldn't fail.
It was a simple snatch-and-go. What could possibly go wrong, after all?
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Post by Captain Appos on Sept 11, 2018 21:00:30 GMT -5
Appos crossed his arms and looked down at the knelt Tribesman. The Lieutenant's face would twist into anger and frustration as the young Konatsian looked down in silence. It was avoiding the dark gaze of the tall and brooding Officer. Appos knelt down beside it and grabbed it by the ear. The rest of Lemun squad stood behind the young one, even taller than Appos.
“I will not ask again. Where is the elixir?” He said with a growl. The Konatsian had been avoiding their question for well over ten minutes. Even with multiple guns trained on him, he stayed silent out of fear of banishment. Appos reached to his left side slowly. Hanging on his belt was a large chainsword. “I don’t want to make this any more difficult than it has to be, kid” He would stand, waving Kiwi to hold the Konatsian still. “Hold out his arm, Sergeant” Kiwi would do so. The Konatsian would attempt to struggle to no avail. “Don’t struggle unless you have something to say. It will just quicken the heart rate and cause your death” Appos would pull the Chainsword from his belt and begin revving it up. “I will give you one more warning before I begin. Everytime you stay silent, I will remove a portion of your arm. Starting with the hand. Be thankful it is the left. Now, where is the elixir?” Tears filled the Konatsian’s eyes as it tightly shut its mouth and looked away. Appos slowly brought the sword down towards the villager's arm. It was turned off when it touched it’s arm. The Lieutenant would appear to be staring down the Konatsian. Though his eyes were mostly covered by the wide brim of his cap. He let out a sigh before activating the chainsword, blood splattering his face and uniform. Then, with a loud crack, the hand fell free from the Konatsian’s forearm. Kiwi let him fall to the ground, writhing in pain at the loss. Appos held his sword to the side and revved it to expel any of the flesh and bone caught in the teeth. The Konatsian pushed itself up, blood covering its face. “T-the Elixir is at Madruka’s Spring…” it struggled to say before falling over. “See?” Appos said, kneeling over the crumpled Konatsian. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He would pat it on the head as if rewarding a dog before standing once more. He would raise his wrist to his mouth. “Find me the location ‘Madruka’s Spring’ and send it to Sgt-Kiwi’s HUD” He would turn to the rest of Lemun squad. “No witnesses, light him up Threep” Three-Piece turned his large LMG to it’s alternative flamethrower mode without hesitation. “With pleasure sir” Appos would turn back to the small device on his write, tapping a few buttons. All he heard was “No, no please!” before the flames spouted forth and enveloped the poor villager.
“Let’s move out, Lemun squad”
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It took about an hour or so to reach this “Madruka’s Spring”. Forested, little to no intelligent life at or around its perimeter. Aside from one Power Level, 32,000 or so. Given their previous dealings with beings such as Polaris and those monstrous Frieza clones, this thing seemed small. They managed to catch a glimpse of it as the spring came into view. Little shorter than Appos, white hair, red jacket. Seemed to be a mercenary. Certainly not a Saiyan. Perhaps it could serve some use for this mission. Appos ordered Lemun squad to set up in the bordering trees incase things went south. While they were massive in their armor, they could be deceptively stealthy. Appos would then step out from behind a tree with his arms behind his back. “Halt, stranger!” he shouted. Appos was in a finely crafted uniform with a wide brimmed officer’s cap and large cloak which served to keep his uniform pristine. The fibers were designed to evaporate any liquid it came into contact with, ensuring a dry and clean uniform at all times. To his left sat a sword with the teeth of a Chainsaw. To his left, a pistol the size of his head. He had no insignia to show rank or origin.
“I believe we are seeking the same thing, friend. Perhaps we can help one another”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 10:04:38 GMT -5
Colt rubbed a hand over his face, and for the thousandth time, considered switching professions.
Hunting for rare relics and treasures brought a certain thrill to his life. It allowed him to travel the cosmos, see beautiful locales, and get to understand the culture and motives of other species. Most important of all, it allowed him to build his collection of magical trinkets. Nothing intrigued him more than this.
But why did he continue to find himself in these predicaments?
Trouble seemed to find him, no matter how careful Colt was. He stared at the man's hand, allowing his gaze to travel the length of his bulging arm and up into the stern face of the man. His thick black brows seemed familiar, and so did the look in his eye. Colt recognized it—these were traits reminiscent of Saiyans. He'd never fought a Saiyan before, and he prayed he never would.
There were many fighting pits among the dredges that dotted every planet in the known galaxy, if one knew where to find them. He'd seen enough Saiyans fight to know that it wouldn't be in his best interest to engage him in combat. Not if Colt didn't have to.
"Well, this is awkward." He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck. It still ached. "You sure know a lot about me. And I don't know a thing about any of you. Well, except you're freakishly tall."
His gaze swept over the heavy armor the other three men donned. They towered over him with ease, easily broaching the seven foot mark. They held their weapons in relaxed grips, as if they were quite familiar and adept at wielding them. Colt returned his gaze to Appos, a wry grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
"I don't even know your name. And I can't just give you the Elixir..." Colt made a show of eyeballing their weapons with apprehension, then reached into an inner pocket and produced the glass vial containing the red liquid. "Guess I don't have much choice, now do I?"
He stuck it into the lieutenant's outstretched hand.
And was grateful he'd thought to make two false copies, instead of the one he left back inside the wellspring. There was no way he was giving these men the real Elixir. He would not be responsible for giving some megalomaniac the secret knowledge to the inner workings of the known and unknown universe.
That'd be stupid.
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Post by Captain Appos on Sept 13, 2018 18:29:06 GMT -5
A smirk drew across Appos’ face at this statement. Perhaps it was time to show Colt that he wasn’t dealing with average riff-raff or tribals anymore. Honeydew and Three-Piece would drop from the trees as Colt began to walk away. They would stand in front of him, Honeydew having his hand outstretched. “The Boss isn’t having a great day. I’d suggest listening to him. But then again, I’m not the one who can fly or shoot lasers out of my ey-” Three-Piece would slap Honeydew’s helmet to shut him up. “Just stay there and there will not be any trouble” The heavy said in a gruff, metallic tinged voice. After a few seconds of waiting, Kiwi would then fall from the tree canopy and stride towards Colt. He would hold up a hand, which emitted a blue light over the demon. A few beeps went off on the PDA he was holding. Kiwi would turn to Appos, who was still standing still and looking at the spring. He gave a thumbs up. Appos would make an about face and walk to Colt with his hands still firmly behind his back. Upon reaching the demon, he would let out a sigh.  (The Three MELON Troopers are 7ft 6in) “We don’t wish to fight you. We certainly don’t wish to kill you. So let us make a deal. The organization I work for has deep pockets, name the price your employer gave you and we can triple it. If it is not a monetary reward, we can retrieve whatever they have offered and more. You have nothing to lose from working with us, and everything to gain. And please, there is no need to hide the Elixir from us. We know where it is. In fact, we know a great deal about you now. Your blood type, past injuries, the fact that have Makoshin blood running through your veins” Appos would hold out his hand. If the demon took a closer look, he might notice that the Lieutenant has quite a few similarities to a Saiyan. Appos was utterly sincere in his offer, he too did not wish for blood shed. But refusal leaves little options for fairly ruthless MELON Troopers. It wasn’t out of sadistic desire or such things, it was simply how their minds worked. “Do we have a deal?” 380/1126 |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 21:28:55 GMT -5
Colt rubbed a hand over his face, and for the thousandth time, considered switching professions.
Hunting for rare relics and treasures brought a certain thrill to his life. It allowed him to travel the cosmos, see beautiful locales, and get to understand the culture and motives of other species. Most important of all, it allowed him to build his collection of magical trinkets. Nothing intrigued him more than this.
But why did he continue to find himself in these predicaments?
Trouble seemed to find him, no matter how careful Colt was. He stared at the man's hand, allowing his gaze to travel the length of his bulging arm and up into the stern face of the man. His thick black brows seemed familiar, and so did the look in his eye. Colt recognized it—these were traits reminiscent of Saiyans. He'd never fought a Saiyan before, and he prayed he never would.
There were many fighting pits among the dredges that dotted every planet in the known galaxy, if one knew where to find them. He'd seen enough Saiyans fight to know that it wouldn't be in his best interest to engage him in combat. Not if Colt didn't have to.
"Well, this is awkward." He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck. It still ached. "You sure know a lot about me. And I don't know a thing about any of you. Well, except you're freakishly tall."
His gaze swept over the heavy armor the other three men donned. They towered over him with ease, easily broaching the seven foot mark. They held their weapons in relaxed grips, as if they were quite familiar and adept at wielding them. Colt returned his gaze to Appos, a wry grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
"I don't even know your name. And I can't just give you the Elixir..." Colt made a show of eyeballing their weapons with apprehension, then reached into an inner pocket and produced the glass vial containing the red liquid. "Guess I don't have much choice, now do I?"
He stuck it into the lieutenant's outstretched hand.
And was grateful he'd thought to make two false copies, instead of the one he left back inside the wellspring. There was no way he was giving these men the real Elixir. He would not be responsible for giving some megalomaniac the secret knowledge to the inner workings of the known and unknown universe.
That'd be stupid.
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Post by Captain Appos on Sept 14, 2018 23:03:09 GMT -5
The scanner would begin beeping wildly at the “Elixir” that Colt had just handed Appos. He smirked before lifting up the Elixir to the sunlight. “Uh, sir-” Kiwi said as Appos held up a hand. “It is good to see you so willing to work with us. But due to rules and regulations, I am forced to ensure this is the true serum” Appos would reach into his pocket and pull out a cylinder shaped device. He would then pop the lid off the Elixir and slowly pull the pin on the top of the Cylinder. A purple liquid would pour from the cylinder into the vial, turning it a dark purple color. “I have heard that on top of the forbidden knowledge within the Elixir, it has an amazing restorative effect. Some might even say it can bring a man back from the dead” Appos’ smirk would be replaced by a grimace. “I have diluted this Elixir with pure destron. Typically it is released in an aerosol format, not only to maximize coverage, but to also ensure it won’t cause any permanent damage to the nervous system” His smirk would return. “If this is truly the real Elixir of legends, wouldn’t you be so kind as to take a draw of it? If you can withstand it’s affects, I would be more than happy to leave with my allies here. I’d even be willing to pay you for the trouble”
Unbeknownst to Colt, Appos and lemun squad had little to no interest in actually obtaining the serum. They were out for recruits, and this man would be an excellent candidate for becoming a contact. But first, a test needed to be done. How strong willed was this individual, how far would he go to achieve his mission? Appos held out the Elixir and waited for Colt to take it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2018 13:48:32 GMT -5
He should have just fled the moment he sensed their power levels. It would have been well worth the risk—even combined altogether, they would be no match for him.
But perhaps that would be an even bigger mistake. The most adept users of ki could manipulate and hide their power well. These men were born warriors, bred for battle. On top of that, they might all be Saiyans. One would provide enough trouble, and they seemed to be a well-oiled unit. Even if Colt were stronger, they would never let him leave with the true Elixir.
The minuscule ray of hope he had was snuffed out as the lieutenant tested the contents of the vial by adding pure destron into the vial and mixing it. Was he insane? What if that had truly been the Elixir? There was no telling what sort of aftereffects he could have triggered.
His jaw tensed when the stranger asked him to drink it. Colt's eyes widened at the thought. Drink pure, undiluted destron? It was potent enough in its gaseous state, able to cripple an entire army with proper usage and one of the most popular items on the black market. Part of his physiology was demonic, but not even Colt knew if he could survive ingesting that.
"Just had to make it difficult, didn't you?" He sighed, briefly closing his eyes. "This was supposed to be an easy job."
With a flourish he drew one of his pistols, leveling it directly at Appos.
"I'm not drinking that, you crazy bastard. Get out of my way. Now."
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Post by Captain Appos on Sept 16, 2018 21:16:38 GMT -5
Appos’ smirk turned to pure disdain as the gun was shoved in his face. “How disappointing…” Appos would quickly swipe forward, attempting to grab the gun. As he did so, The Lieutenant would proceed to uppercut Colt’s wrist to loosen his grip. Appos examined the gun carefully for any fail safes. Primitive. He would look to Colt with a slight grin creeping across his face. “You were attempting to threaten me with this?” Appos would pull back the receiver, ejecting the bullet inside. “You couldn’t even bother with a higher caliber bullet… This is pathetic” He would unload the magazine from the handle. “These wouldn’t even harm a dementia ridden Namekian. You seem to forget that three out of the four of us are in armor” He would quickly disassemble the remaining parts of the gun, allowing the bits to fall into the soil below. He would let the last piece fall laziley from his hand before looking back at Colt.
“Why do you think I’m not wearing any armor? I don’t need it. Not for these grains of sand you call Bullets, and not for any other attack you could conjure up” Appos would sigh and place his hands behind his back. “I was hoping you were not a coward. It would seem I was mistaken. Pity, it said in your file that you had dealt with much worse than Destron. Being a half demon must catch the ire of quite a few unsavory figures. But let me make this straight: If you drink this” He would pull out the fake elixir. “You not only leave with little to no problems and quite a few benefits. I’m sure your stomach can handle it, besides, it does have regenerative properties” He would smirk with that last remark. “Or you run, hide, whatever you deem necessary to escape us. It won’t last. We have an agent in every system, technology that makes magic blush, and a tendency to ruthlessly hunt down a target no matter the cost. Does that make the choice a bit easier, Colt?”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2018 11:50:27 GMT -5
This condescending ass.
Colt frowned, rubbing his sore wrist where Lieutenant Appos' fist had slammed into it. For a large man, he moved impossibly quick—Colt wasn't ready for the surprise maneuver that liberated him from his pistol, and so his eyes had not quite tracked the movement until it was far too late. He glanced down at the ground, staring at the remains of his favored possession.
Guns were quickly becoming obsolete throughout the known galaxy. While they enjoyed a wide use among various criminals, even the most common of thugs were learning to grow adept at using ki, channeling their inner force to effective use. Bullets would stop a normal man; they would only annoy a trained warrior like Appos.
He returned his sullen gaze to Appos, who lectured him on Colt's attempt to coerce him with such a 'primitive' weapon. The lieutenant was insulted, to be frank. Colt braced himself for what would be an ensuing four against one battle... only to find himself surprised at Appos' lack of reaction.
It would seem he still wanted Colt to drink the dangerous concoction. Again, Colt was provided with an ultimatum—he could attempt to flee and hide within the surrounding foliage, or drink the vile substance and walk free. There were always risks involved in any dangerous venture such as this one, but Colt was surprised he'd encountered a situation he could not have prepared a contingency for.
Fight or flee.
Why did everything seem to boil down to those two options?
Colt slipped a hand beneath his coat. His fingers brushed the glass vial, then the grip of his pistol. No... there had to be another option here. A group fight was too risky. If the vial was broken or stolen, this would all have been for nothing.
Instead, Colt raised a hand and held up three fingers to Appos.
"Or we could try option three. You seem to be an honorable man, uh... captain. Or lieutenant. Whatever your rank is. How about a friendly duel? If you win, you get the Elixir no questions asked. If I win, I keep the Elixir, you pay me for the gun you dismantled, and we'll be on our merry little way."
He hoped Appos would take the bait. Perhaps, in the midst of battle, he'd find the opportunity to escape unawares.
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Post by Captain Appos on Sept 18, 2018 22:43:31 GMT -5
Why must this demon blooded pansy be so difficult? Appos would sigh. “Fine…” Appos would remove his jacket and hand it to Honeydew. “You want to fight this out? I was born to fight” He would remove his hat and drop it on the ground. “I wanted this to go peacefully, but I guess your demonic blood just can’t pass up the chance to hurt someone” Appos would grab the Chainsword on his belt unsheath it in a single, elegant movement. The sword would begin to rev loudly as Appos tightened his grip. He would point it to Colt. “I have one stipulation though. I don’t want to kill you and I’m sure you don’t want to kill me. First one to become exhausted, instead of injured, wins. Otherwise this gets violent. Deal?” With a sudden burst of electricity a shroud of green Ki would surround the Lieutenant. “Let us begin!” Appos would fly forward and take a wide slash with the chainsword in an attempt to make it as easy to block as he could. As the sword tore forward, Appos held a hand behind his back where a canister of Destron gas hung. As soon as he clashed he would tear the Canister from his belt, throwing the active bioweapon underneath Colt’s legs. Appos would smirk and jump back slightly. raising his left hand to Colt’s face. From within his sleeve a blue gas would spray forth. If the Half-demon was unlucky enough to catch a whiff of it, he would feel his lungs twitch violently as they struggled to take in air. Appos would tap his arm against his leg. “We call it ‘Ki Rot’. A specialize neurotoxin which targets the Ki centers of the brain. It gorges itself on Ki before returning to its wielder. Typically used in torture sessions to lower the pain tolerance of the subject. I’ve always found it to be quite effective in field as well” Appos once more pointed his sword towards his new adversary. “You can surrender at any point and leave. I will not chase you, but you will never escape us. Every bed may have a bomb underneath it, every person you meet a knife prepared. We are ruthless in pursuit, slow in killing, and ensure total erasure of anything you once were” His face would soften a bit. “Or you can simply do as I asked. End this all without inciting more violence, gain so much and lose so little” He would lower his sword slightly. “Perhaps even find your father...” 424/2206 BATTLE INFO - Appos
DEFENSE PHASE.
Atk 1: N/A
Atk 2:N/A
OFFENSE PHASE.
Passive Resist: Deals 2 Direct Dmg to any opponent that hits with a Super
Bonus Action Lightning Aura / Attacker takes 1 Direct Damage per damage dice rolled (If hit) / 15 Ki / 3 Turns
Bonus Action Gourd of Mist: 65% Sapped and siphon 10 ki chance. Sapped lowers max ki by 10 and base by 10%. 2 uses.
DvI|IXz01d100 for Sipon
1d100 for Sapped
Bonus Action Destron Gas: 45% chance to deal Freeze, Stun, and Poison. If you are effected by any one of these status effects, you will also gain the Strained status effect, which reduces your base PL by 15% for the remainder of the battle. If any of status effects hit, you will also gain the Strained status effect, which reduces your base PL by 15% for the remainder of the battle. You only can get one stack of Strain per a battle.
1d100 for Freeze
1d100 for Stun
1d100 for Poison
EFFECTS.
Vitriol: Passive. Inflict extra stack of non-special status effects.
Resist: Passive. When hit deal 2 direct dmg from Super Atks and 1 from Basic Atks to attacker.
TRAITS.
Cleverness
Vitriol
Alacrity
Resist
ITEMS.
Ai Assistant
Destron Gas
Demon Ring
Gourd of Mist
TRANSFORMATIONS.
DEFENSE/UTILITY TECHS.
Lightning Aura
Energy Shield
Magic Materialization
ATTACK TECHS.
PL: 5,700
HP: 50/50 | KI: 85/100 | DEF: 90 | ATK: d12 | Toughness: 0
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2018 0:01:21 GMT -5
For a big man, Lieutenant Appos moved with all the grace of a serpent. He made a grandiose speech as he removed his cloak and military hat, citing he was born to fight. It was just as well—Colt was a half-demon, and they were bred for the chaos of battle.
Appos struck first with a wild swipe of the chain sword. Colt hopped backwards, avoiding the dangerous weapon altogether, though it served as a perfect distraction as the cloud of blue gas enveloped him. His lungs burned with searing pain from the dangerous gas, making it harder to catch his breath. Colt coughed and hacked, shoving his face into the crook of his elbow to evade the noxious fumes. His limbs grew heavier, slowing his movements. He hadn't evaded as much of it as he would have liked.
A second bomb went off. Destron. He would recognize that nauseating smell anywhere. Colt was better prepared, and despite potential damage to his lungs from the neurotoxin, he had to take the risk. He inhaled the destron, blue gas filtering up through his nose. Face turning red from exertion, Colt held his breath and let his demon physiology do the rest.
It would only take a second for his genetic code to adapt, and as he expelled it from his lungs, the destron would have little effect due to the temporary immunity he would have gained against the gas. He often lamented being born a monster, but there was no mistaking the benefits of having demon blood running through his veins.
Now it was time to go on the offense.
"Lilica!"
He removed his right glove, exposing a glowing demonic sigil inscribed on the back of his hand. Thrusting it forward, a brilliant flash of light ensued, and once it dissipated, a young demon girl with vibrant pink hair stood before him. She could easily have been mistaken as any ornery teenage girl in her black hoodie and blue jean capris.
She seemed to immediately grasp the situation. Her barbed demon tail swished as she flourished her dainty wrist at Appos. A crackling pink orb of energy appeared, doubling in size before she launched a powerful blast of energy at him, hoping to subdue the lieutenant.
Colt wouldn't let her do all of the fighting. Having mostly recovered from inhaling the toxic fumes of the gases, he drew both of his Desert Eagles and began to fire volley after volley at Appos.
BATTLE TRACKER
SUMMARY
Colt takes damage from Gourd of Mist. Lose 10 max ki & 10% PL.
Colt takes damage from Destron Gas. Stun inflicted. 10+ ki for Supers.
Activate Totem. Immune to Stun. Effect canceled.
Activate Patrol Uniform. 10+ acc. on next turn.
Activate Paparapapa. Summon sidekick. -15 ki.
Colt attacks w/ two Basic Attacks [Telekinetic].
At-Will: Totem | Grant status immunity against Stun.
At-Will: Add 10 accuracy to all attacks next turn.
Bonus Action: Paparapapa | Summon sidekick. | -15 ki.
Direct Dmg: g1FrW92q1d6
Standard Action: Gunfire | Telekinetic Attack | 0 ki. [+5 acc, -2 dmg tiers]
Acc - 1d100+25 critical hit!
Dmg - 1d8 + 4 = 8 dmg!
Standard Action: Gunfire | Telekinetic Attack | 0 ki. [+5 acc, -2 dmg tiers]
Acc - 1d100+25
Dmg - 1d8
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Siphoned: Minus 10 max ki. Minus 10% to base PL until end of battle.
Totem: Immune to Stun. 1/3 turns remaining.
Paparapapa: Summon sidekick.
FIGHTING STYLE - Resourceful
Prepared: Gain one additional gear slot.
Adept: Passive. Gain add. use of non-artifact gear slot items equipped at beginning of battle.
TRAITS
Indomitable: Passive. Negate 3 dmg from all Super Atks and 1 dmg from Basic Atks.
Resist: Passive. When hit deal 2 direct dmg from Super Atks and 1 from Basic Atks to attacker.
TRANSFORMATION
EQUIPMENT
Patrol Uniform: At-will. Choose one at turn end +10 def or +10 acc w/ all atks.
Arcane Orb: At-Will. Choose two Basic Atks that missed previous turn. Deal half their dmg as direct dmg.
Totem: At-Will. Choose immunity: Burn, Stun, Freeze, Poison. 2 uses.
Demon Ring: At-will. Deal 2 direct dmg per status effect on foe during prev turn. 4 uses.
Destron Gas: Bonus Action. 30% Stun, Freeze, Poison chance. If target takes one status they are Strained. 3 uses. 1 Strained stack per target.
OTHER ITEMS
SUPER ATTACKS
Dread Reaping | I | Single - Versatile - Any effect | 15 ki.
TECHS
Divination | III | 1/1 use
Eight Arms | I | 1/1 use
Energy Shield | I | 1/1 use
Magic Materialization | I | 1/1 use
Paparapapa | I | 1/1 use
Poison | III | 1/1 use
Psychic Powers | I | unlim.
Sonic Sway | I | 1/1 use
Wild Sense | I | 1/1 use
LEGENDARY
BASE PL: 6,000 [suppressed] | CURRENT PL: 5,400 HP: 65/65 | KI: 75/90 | DEF: 65 | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: 20 Captain Appos
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