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Brought Down to "Normal?" [Closed]
||Attention, Attention. The following personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. The following personnel please report to the Observation Deck.
Goliath
Farseer Alastirra
N'tho 'Sraom
Kang
Rainbow Dash
Crematia||
When the summoned gathered, mission information was displayed on the Obs Deck for them to see:
Planet Designation: Hendersus Villae
Status: Terrestrial, H-class
Non-sentient life: Minimal flora, aggressive nonsentient fauna.
Semi-sentient life: No
Sentient life: Yes
Water: 25% of planet's surface
Climate: Primarily volcanic with frequent ash and lightning storms, dry and hot at volcanically active equator, temperate seas to the north and south poles.
Landscape: Variable. Much of the planet's landmasses are constantly being reworked by lava flows.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 31% oxygen, 60% nitrogen, 2% xenon, 4% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.
Air Pressure: 93.8 kPa (kilopascals) = 13.6 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Pale red, when visible.
Sun: Class G yellow star, distant orbit and dim light.
Warnings: Not suitable for crew incapable of flight, or without superhuman endurance.
Mission: Search and rescue Zarom Ghartha, missing GIA wizard, last seen en-route to investigate severe magical disturbance detected in the area of the planet. Crew is advised that native fauna is likely to be antagonistic, native sentients unfit to assist beyond the offering of information.
Goliath
Farseer Alastirra
N'tho 'Sraom
Kang
Rainbow Dash
Crematia||
When the summoned gathered, mission information was displayed on the Obs Deck for them to see:
Planet Designation: Hendersus Villae
Status: Terrestrial, H-class
Non-sentient life: Minimal flora, aggressive nonsentient fauna.
Semi-sentient life: No
Sentient life: Yes
Water: 25% of planet's surface
Climate: Primarily volcanic with frequent ash and lightning storms, dry and hot at volcanically active equator, temperate seas to the north and south poles.
Landscape: Variable. Much of the planet's landmasses are constantly being reworked by lava flows.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 31% oxygen, 60% nitrogen, 2% xenon, 4% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.
Air Pressure: 93.8 kPa (kilopascals) = 13.6 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Pale red, when visible.
Sun: Class G yellow star, distant orbit and dim light.
Warnings: Not suitable for crew incapable of flight, or without superhuman endurance.
Mission: Search and rescue Zarom Ghartha, missing GIA wizard, last seen en-route to investigate severe magical disturbance detected in the area of the planet. Crew is advised that native fauna is likely to be antagonistic, native sentients unfit to assist beyond the offering of information.
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"Something tells me he's not going to talk to us willingly."
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Rainbow Dash reared back, fully prepared to do a charging blast-dodging skilled-flying swoop at the castle!
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"YER KIND AIN'T WELCOME HERE!" the same voice blared over the speakers. "Y'ALL SHOULD TURN BACK WHILE YUH STILL CAN!"
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Goliath roared angrily as a spare piece of shrapnel ripped a slice in his wing, but continued prying the drawbridge away from the side of the castle.
"Not until you return those villagers to the rightful forms which you stole from them!"
Goliath had a reason or two to feel strongly about that. Right now, one of those reasons was just that this person kept shooting at his team, and that was making him angry.
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"Y'ALL JUS' DON'T KNOW T'GIVE UP WHEN THE GIVIN'S GOOD, DO YA?"
The assault concentrated on Rainbow Dash's swooping form, on Crematia's exposed wing joints.
"IF Y'ALL WEREN'T DAMN DIRTY MONSTERS, I MIGHT EVEN ADMIRE YER GUMPTION!"
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Crematia roars, angry at the shots fired. Folding her wings tightly against herself, she digs her feet in, her legs coiled.
"These pathetic whelps are those you are not going to fear. It is me."
And with that, she charges - not in the air, but running full tilt on the ground, her massive clawed feet scattering dust and dirt everywhere.
She's mad, folks.
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