I've been chillin' out on a star with my 5 star view

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: The space battle commences
When: After 3PM on the 19th to the 23rd
Where: In Space! On the Moon!
Summary: The battle finally begins! First there's asteroids to take down, then we finally arrive!
Rating: SPACE

MORE SPACE

All the details you need are here, so read up on it. This didn't get mentioned before, but you can tag the cultists instead of killing them. Details on this are on a previous draft post. Using the scanners are optional!

There will be a thread for interacting with NPCs, but they may not all go up at once, so keep an eye out for them.

Note: A log for the events in the village will go up on the 21st, in time for the hurricane and droid incursion.

Comments

[chikaidestroyer]

[The surge of energy so close to him causes Albert to tense, but he holds his ground when it becomes apparent that he's not the one being attacked. The soldier is knocked down and attempts to move as the magic wanes, but Albert batters the cultists over the head with his shield before quickly backing off.

It's only after he's confident that the enemy won't get up that he glances over at his unexpected savior.

And what an unexpected savior she is.]

Grune?

[lostinmyway]

[Even on the battlefield, Grune still has a bright smile for him.]

Hello, Albert! Are you all right?

[As she speaks, she brings a stone urn down from her shoulder and reaches inside. She pulls out one of the scanners and heads over to the fallen soldier.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[If he had the luxury to be more bewildered at the moment, Albert certainly would be. Instead, he carefully sheathes his sword and watches Grune approach the soldier.

She carried an urn onto the battlefield. And carried a scanner in it. And apparently cast a rather powerful spell with it.

...He supposed every world had to have someone of that not-completely-there mentality. He was just fortunate not to run into many of them.]

I am fine, Grune. Thank you.

[lostinmyway]

[She scans the soldier in what's probably a very surprisingly practiced motion, then stands and replaces the device. After that, she heads back over to his side.]

Would you like to have a gel, just in case?

[She holds out her urn so that he can see that the scanner is resting on a bed of various gels. The urn is currently about halfway full of them.]

[chikaidestroyer]

A gel? [He frowns, once again eying her urn -- this time seeing the colored gels sitting inside it. ...He supposes this would explain why she saw no reason for packs and bags like the others on the field.

He briefly averts his eyes back to the fighting before relenting.] Very well. Which would you recommend?

[lostinmyway]

Well, are you hurt anywhere? Or do you feel tired and need more energy for your eres?

[Basically: apple or orange?]

[chikaidestroyer]

[...Well, since he didn't exactly use any 'energy for his eres'...]

I suppose my arms hurt. [And, since he had some exposure to the gels through past drafts...] That would be the red one, correct?

[lostinmyway]

[She isn't surprised that he knows the correct one. She would be more surprised if he didn't. Apple gels are universal, right?]

Yes, that's right. [She reaches into her urn and pulls one out, then holds it out.] Here you go!

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert takes the proffered gel, looking it over. It was still somewhat a strange idea that something like this could alleviate injuries, but he had managed to rationalize it as some world's work to make medicine more edible. And appealing.]

Thank you, Grune. ...Though I'm surprised to see you out here. You were supposed to be staying in one area.

[lostinmyway]

[Grune reacts as if this were entirely new information. Oh dear.]

Was I?

[chikaidestroyer]

[...With how he has seen Grune react, this doesn't come as a surprised.]

You were. Perhaps you should-- [He pauses. If he tells her to contact someone to receive orders, he's leaving far too many variables there that Grune can forget. So he'll settle with just one order.]

Head over to the communications headquarters. [He points to the building he had left just awhile ago.] I will relay instructions to personnel over there to help you.

[lostinmyway]

All right! I'll go there right now.

[At least Grune isn't the type to question orders?]

Where are you going?

[chikaidestroyer]

[He gestures to a gathering of draftees a short distance away from where they were; they appear to be cleaning up after having dispatched a few cultists.] Not far; I have to gather reports. I will be heading back inside afterwards.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, that's good. Why don't I walk with you and keep you company?

[She wouldn't want him to get into trouble, after all.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[He sighs. While it really wouldn't be a bad idea to have a bodyguard of sorts ... Grune was not what one expect by any means.] Very well. Please try not to wander off. This won't take long.

[lostinmyway]

Don't worry. I won't wander off. I promise!

[chikaidestroyer]

And you always keep your promises, don't you, Grune? [It would be nice to have that kind of confirmation, at least.]

[lostinmyway]

Oh, yes, of course. [When she remembers them, anyway.] It isn't nice to break your promises.

[chikaidestroyer]

...Very good. [A pessimistic part of him suspects that she will end up forgetting anyway.]

[lostinmyway]

Why don't we go see your friends now? I'm sure they'll be happy to see you.

[Or something like that.]