30 minutes have elapsed. Time from talking to Jayne, healing ophelia, and Sammy/Ndreare arriving
With Ophelia up, barely, and fresh dissension in the ranks the squall of freshly born plumed snakes flew to and fro threatening to come back into their lives. The clouds had seemed to part revealing a pale blue backdrop, and the sun’s orange morning glow flooded the Thunderous Valley. Picturesque, with the remaining floating mountains swirling across the wooded valley intertwined with thousands of serpents.
Anyone with a sense of the arcane could feel something change near by. Like a nexus opening and closing. A nearby tree cracked in two and behold a pair of travelers nodded to the maligned team. This pair could not be more different. One was a small agile looking orange tabby cat with a lopsided grin on his face and a green gem stone dangling from his collar. The other was tall, impressively tall In the same way Jayne had been. He was clad in a shinning archaic armor made from a metal that could only be the core of a star. His long elf ears stuck out from the helm and his gaze seemed to penetrate the very soul of a person.
The cat seemed familiar to some who had been with the legion. He had been rumored to be dead, a member of the ill fated 2nd SET. Sammy he was called by friends, Samuel T. Cat by his friendmies. He curled his neck and gave a long kitty cat yawn. “Meow... Found ya’ll in the nick of Time I reckon.”
The cat looked up at his tall armored companion who said nothing. He was impassive but the earth near his armored feet seemed to lift slightly as if caught in a large gravimetric field.
The cat chuckled casting a withering glance at the plumed serpants swirling over head. “Meow, we need to talk but seein’ your in a pickle...”
He bounded onto a flat stone and seemingly from nowhere his paw rolled out a hefty leather satchel displaying several items. His impassive armored knightly companion merly stood as if waiting for something. The Cat continued pawing at the revealed items, he purred softly, “That’s right Ndreare we are a frakin’ Sante Claus.”
The Cat using no doubt telekinesis floated a silver feather quill that shimmered in the morning sun as if made from a star itself, “Meow, Quazar’s Quill, now I hear The Magestar science conglomerate has been lookin for this little beauty for some time.”
The cat chuckled looking up at the shinning knight, “Meow, I know the rumors. Pen is mightier than the sword.”
Somehow as the quil floated in front of 42 the arcane robot could almost hear a voice in his head, The cat is honest, but anxious about being here.
The orange tabby pawed the next item and floated it near Keith. A white sparkling glove arching with electricity. The tabby purred as his armored ally Ndreare shifted slighly, “Meow, that’s right Ndreare I totally forgot we killed Jackson to get his five fingered glove.”
Sammy’s left eye winked at the zapper, “I think you’ll find it a pretty fun weapon Mr. Sparks. I reckon it won’t stop till you get enough.”
The cat shivered as Ndreare casts his gaze skyward. The cat chuckled seething, “Meow... Meow, that robo jerk had it coming.”
The cat purred lifting the next item while keeping one eye at the approaching snakes as they had seemed to form a large snake funnel in the sky overhead. A thorny crown made of silver drifted telekeneticly to Ophelia. The tabby smiled at her, “Meow Ophelia I reckon you ain’t on a vacation. Just like Carlsbad eh?”
The cat chuckled at his own joke. If Carlsbad rung any bells in Ophelia it was no doubt the worst vacation ever. Hell pit and all... “hehe, Meow, we managed to snag The thorny crown out of Tolkien’s vaults. I reckon this will make people like you plenty So you can keep doing what you do best.”
The sly cat tapped the side of his head with a claw.
Soon Jane herself could tell a pair of sharp vibro claws being lifted in her direction. The cat’s companion Ndreare visibly shuttered as its blades caught the morning sun’s beams spreading them across the valley in a bathing yellow glow. Clearly a feat missed by Jane but Sammy purred cluing her in, “Meow... Look at them catch those rays. I reckon something like a small nova eh Ndreare? No doubt those Plume Snake babies might be a bit surprised.
The larger than life cosmic knight shifted causing the ground to tremble. Sammy chuckled softly to his friend, “I reckon You won’t have to worry about Logan’s Loppers for some time big guy.”
Even with Ndreare listlessly staring at the claws presented to Jane, Sammy swirled his own pistol replete with technowizard etching of unmistakable quality. Anyone who knew anything about the galactic could tell it was hand crafted by an Atless technowizard. Only someone of that race could so nonchalantly make something so exquisite. After another twirl, Sammy scowled looking up at Ndreare. “Meow, meow. I know, time to give it up...”
Under the cat’s breath Sammy muttered grumbling, “But to her...”
The gun, a desert eagle pistol at its heart floated toward Aggy. Sammy expounded, “The Son of a Gun. Made for us psi-slingers by Dorian Fallstaff, and handed down from the best to the best.”
It was clear that Sammy thought he was the best but only half heartedly agreed that Aggy was also the best. “I reckon you’ll find it packing a bit more punch than you’re used too. Only thing is...”
Sammy’s eyes twinkled and he shrugged moving on.
The Cat’s meow caught halfway in his throat as he gasp seeing Lulu clearly for the first time, “ Lucinda?... Is that really you, did I really hear you spatting with Mr. Sparks? Ndreare, look it is Lucinda! Only...”
Sammy’s excitement was quickly tempered by Ndreare’s mighty gauntlet hand being placed gingerly on his kitty kat back. Sammy hung his head sighing, “Meow... I know... I know... Its just all that shit with the future brigade gets me.”
He pawed the leather satchel, it was empty. He muttered more to himself than anyone, “The records did not even mention...”
The shook his head and looked up at her. A single tear blinked off his eye and hit the ground. Behind the pair, the throng of plumed snakes could be seen mounting a return. Their hissing began to become a cacophony. Despite the looming threat, The cosmic knight Ndreare took his hand off the cat’s back and reached to his keft cutting a hole in space time pulling out a strange Gatling like rifle almost 3/4 the size of Lulu.
Sammy looked up at it stunned himself. He floated it over to Lulu. “ Lucinda, this... Its well... I reckon it don’t even have a damn name does it Ndreare? We took it off a genesplicer a few months back when we were looking for an orb. Its capable of firing in different mods, delivering multiple types of damage, a weapon of ultimate flexibility.”
The cat grinned sadly at her clearly pained to see her.
Surprises abound, and even through the Field Team was without much in the way of gear they now each had one item with in reach ready to be taken to defend themselves against the truck sized flying snakes that swiftly descended on them. Sammy roared as the snakes blotted out the sky, “Meow, Here they come! Ndreare!”
The cat produced from two side holsters a pair of old style six shooters and a green gem stone along his collar erupted in a bright green light shrouding the cat in a protective field. Ndreare, a cosmic knight held his hands high and summoned his cosmic weapon to him. A blade looking as if it was forged out of pure starfire was soon gripped in his hands, and the cosmic knight’s eyes burned with a similar color of cosmic fire. Then the snakes were everywhere and nothing but their iridescent plumes could be seen and their incessant hissing heard. With a new weapon, and two allies at their backs would this stand be the last of the maligned field team or would they rise to the occassion?
Encounter at -6(make sure you see the two bonuses)
Skill allowed: Combat skill (arcane is fine but you need at least 3 ppts and an offensive power)
Shooting and Arcane: 3d6 shots or ppts are used.
- Exceed Ammo: Common Kn roll, fail and the item takes a lvl of TD.
- Exceed ppts: Spirit roll, fail suffer a lvl of fatigue.
If a character fails his roll in a dangerous situation he takes a Wound (or d4 Wounds with a Critical Failure). If he's the driver of a vehicle, it takes a Wound (or d4 with a Critical Failure). Wounds may be Soaked as usual. Success means the hero emerges with only Bumps & Bruises (basically fatigue, page 125), and a raise means he escapes unscathed.
- Try it out! Each of you were gifted a unique and amazing weapon, if you use it in this scene get a +2 bonus.
- New Friends: You might not know them too well, but Sammy is a six shooter psi slinger, and Ndreare is an amazing cosmo knight. Include one or both helping you for a +2 bonus.
GM Note: Ndreare is Rob’s character, and while I enjoy bringing him into the game I don’t really feel comfortable voicing him, because well Rob is really the only one who can do it properly. So I have opted for a silent Cosmo Knight Ndreare as if his actions are as good as words and if he spoke the world would explode.