Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: This is your death. Followed by your time-traveling life and desperate bomb hunting.
When: From May 22 to May 20 to early May 23 (days 1-4)
Where: Zompania
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post is for the draftee-only portion of the Zompania draft--the day 3 death, time travel to day 1, and then the events until the arrival of the reinforcements. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Please note that there is a specific top-level comment thread for:

• The day 3 arrival of the draftees and the 6 hours that follow until the bomb is dropped
  
• Death--This thread can be treated as REFERENCE ONLY. Responding to it isn't necessary.
  
• Threads prior to departing for Zompania--post resurrection freak outs, arguments over how to proceed, etc.

All other threading, from day 1 until the reinforcements arrive, should be conducted as normal.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

Comments

[windandrain]

Of course I do. I've been taking care of it.

[She's already reaching to her hip, drawing out the weapon and thumbing it's power setting up.]

How many are there? Did you see?

[averybadfeeling]

"There was only one, but he left to get more. No telling how many."

[After checking the front door to ensure his fortifications were sound, Obi-Wan makes his way toward the second floor. He reinforced it against the flying enemies that were approaching, but he also left small windows for ranged attacks- the safest for a group of low-powered survivors to use in a defensive situation. Not Obi-Wan's own taste, but he could manage- he couldn't well open the front door to engage them in close quarters, now could he?]

[windandrain]

Right. Okay.

[She'll stick with him, not wanting to get separated in case the enemy brought some overwhelmingly nasty reinforcements. Gripping the handle of the pistol, Saori peered out some of the minute gaps in the fortifications, scanning for enemies.]

I see at least four foot soldiers hurrying down the street, but that can't be all of them. How do you want to handle this? I could...in theory...take them apart right now, if they don't have a shifter.

[averybadfeeling]

"Start with the weapon, I'd rather avoid anything drastic until it's necessary. Your power could well act as a beacon to yet more reinforcements."

[His, on the other hand, is a bit more subtle. If he needs to, he can help to disable them from range using the Force. And they were both more than capable of defending themselves efficiently and quietly at close range.]

[windandrain]

Then I'll just have to be subtle.

[She pulls away from the window and conjures up several fine pin-prick sized needles of electrical energy. They're meant to paralyze rather than kill, because she's not sure of her shooting just yet.]

Are you ready?

[averybadfeeling]

"Ready when you are."

[That small-scale manifestation of power meets with a nod of approval, and Obi-Wan wastes little time in his brief preparations. Perhaps a subtle distraction for Saori to take advantage of... say, for instance, the sound of phantom footsteps on the other end of the street.

It's a power he's had little chance to use, but it seems like the least overt means of misdirection at his disposal.]

[windandrain]

[That little distraction works nicely, really. The sound draws the attention of the cultists, who all whirl around and point their weapons in that direction. Which affords Saori the chance to direct those electrical needles into the cultist's weak points: their exposed wings.

Her fingers flick out of the window, and each needle strikes home, sending savage jolts of pain directly into the tender filial appendages, driving all of the enemies to the ground, twitching spasmodically as the miniature thunderbolts bore into their chakra points.]

Do you see any more?

[averybadfeeling]

[Obi-Wan frowns and senses their surroundings, but he has to admit that's fairly impressive. If any survive, he can quickly finish them off before they can cause any trouble- and he can sense no more approaching.]

"No, that seems to be the last of them. Well done."

[He hadn't thought her lightning could be used so subtly.]

"I'll need to retrieve those bodies before they attract more, but with any luck, that should buy us more time to work."

[windandrain]

[When five hundred years old you reach, this skilled you should be, hmmm?]

Of course. Let's do that quickly. I'll help so we can get back more quickly.