"Oh hi. Am I interrupting something? I'm looking for some people: a few friends of mine, some megalomaniacs plotting to take over the world. Have you seen either of them?" Gelert says in a cheeky tone.Ysariel wrote: ↑Thu Apr 14, 2022 4:20 am The hull of the Ragnarok is not only stealthy, but hardened against nuclear, chemical, biological and super-powered attack. Your first blast shatters the anechoic sound-absorbing tiles on its surface, exposing the super-alloy armor beneath, and it takes half a dozen blasts more before you cave in the ship's top hull and blast a hole into the dark, stuffy innards. Judging by the lack of light, and the dark computer monitors everywhere, you take it that you are at the bridge of the ship -- and that it's lost power, somehow.
Standing before the Captain's chair is a blonde, fair-skinned woman wearing a white leotard under a scientist's lab coat. She looks furious, and she is surrounded by equally furious R.I.O.T. troops that all have their guns pointed at you.
"What?! The dog?" the woman, who is evidently in charge here, exclaims. "But General Havoc left to deal with you and G.A.S. Could it be..."
Ysariel wrote: ↑Thu Apr 14, 2022 4:20 am The R.I.O.T. troops hesitate. The Anarchy Command is infamously fractious. The death or defeat of the current head honcho would precipitate a mad scramble for power and shifting allegiances. It would be prudent to maintain one's flexibility in terms of political affiliation in such an event.
"SHOOT it, morons!" the woman screams. "General or no General, while I'm here you're still under MY command!"
"Yes Ma'am!" barks one of the R.I.O.T. officers. "Defend Doctor Disorder. Annihilate this counter-revolutionary corgi!"
"Nice alliteration." Gelert gave them a little doggy smile. "Your General encountered some unexpectedly determined resistance at G.A.S. and ran with her metaphorical tail between her legs. It seems like things haven't been going your organizations way lately. Maybe consider a change of career."
Gelert catches the smells of medicine as his ring's protective field filters the potentially harmful chemicals out of the air he's breathing.Ysariel wrote: ↑Thu Apr 14, 2022 4:20 am Before they can pull the triggers the Doctor raises her right arm. A little too late, you see that she is wearing some kind of wrist-mounted launcher on it that looses a dart at you with a soft fwip! and the chemical scent of medicine -- a smell you are all too familiar with as a therapy dog -- fills your lungs.
OOC
The Anarchy Command troops attack and Doctor Disorder goes first. She uses Immunosuppressant Drug on you.
AA Doctor Disorder attack vs Gelert: 1D20+12 = [16]+12 = 28
Hits.
However, and Doctor Disorder actually doesn't know this, your ring does give you Life Support which includes immunity to poisons. So you pass the save automatically.
Round 1
21 Doctor Disorder
18 Gelert *
05 R.I.O.T. Troops (squadron, minions)
You are up!
"Immunosuppressants? You're weaponizing medicine?" Gelert says gravely offended. "Okay, if you haven't already had your medical license revoked, assuming you actually had one, it should definitely be revoked now. I'm going to refer to you as Miss Disorder from now on. And further more... Pew Pew."
Gelert blankets the room with energy blasts.
OOC: Blast: Shapeable Area Damage 10 (DC 25; Shapeable Area: 30 cft., DC 20, Increased Range: ranged)