[PacAttack]

(Did not meet deadline.  Assuming all attacks towards are confirmed hits.)

(Plasma Beam, failure.  Crit confirm doubles damage = 36% + burn status.)

(HRsRLhXGp_1d20 Burn duration - 2 turns.)

(p_1d20+1 Phazon Grenade dodge, success.)

Another explosion caught Pac-Man dead on and launched him back into a rocky wall.  His back slammed hard against it before he fell down, falling onto his bottom with a slight bounce following.  His eyes were quite literally spiraling from the strong blast as he laid there for a moment dazed and unable to respond.

Once the room had quit spinning and his eyes were back to normal, it didn't take Pac-Man long to notice the blue glowing bomb on the ground.  Not wanting to take another trip to boom town, he promptly got himself up and away from the explosive.

Catching his mitt on a nearby wall, he took a moment to hang himself over, taking a few breathes in order to regain what was left of him.  All this fancy smancy hi-tech stuff left him feeling just a wee bit old and behind.  Brushing up on his fisticuffs with that stadium sandbag back before might've been a good idea before waltzing his way out into this mess.  His hindsight wouldn't show as he picked himself back up and followed along with the group, albeit stumbling a bit behind them.

"Yeah... I'm, uh, right behind ya."

---

Pac-Man

HP 78/155

SH 30/50

Status: Burned 2 turns (4% DMG at end of turn and -2 mod to STR)

1d20·1d20+1

[Mr. Game & Watch]

[R-Cannon DODGE!: j9w5I31ap_1d20+2] <5>
[Paralysis Check: p_1d100] <95>
[R-Cannon DODGE!: p_1d20] <5>

Korgg’s claws continued to swipe at Samus, a beastly and uncontrollable rage burning fiercely within his belly. It was so overwhelming that he didn’t even notice or react to the shots from KOS-MOS’ R-Cannon. The energy pellets bore into him nonetheless, proving to be his very undoing. His body became limp, but it was still sparking and jittering from the Phazon coursing through him. His body continued to convulse as he was battered by Samus’s power beam and KOS-MOS’ R-Blade until he finally fell to the ground, liquid Phazon seeping through his body before he finally reverted back to his trophy form.

The sounds of rattling feet grew ever closer as the team rushed to the base’s door. It was without question the sound of an army, possibly fifty or more space pirates. From out of the tunnels though, came the running a familiar face. Rundas came out from the tunnel, quickly turning about to encase it with a wall of ice. Swiftly, he leapt into the air, riding along his trail of ice up to the trio. “Looks like you upset the neighbours” he stated calmly. “Good thing I stuck around, how many people can say they saved Samus Aran’s life three times?” he teased with a slight smugness to his tone.

Rundas aimed his arm forward, a large ice spike forming at his fingertips before blasting the door down with ease. “You handle Ghor, I’ll take care of these guys” he added simply before ice surfing away, continuing to coat the walls and tunnels with ice, all in a bid to buy the team more time.

The shard of ice revealed a new room to the party, the entrance to the technical fortress. Just by stepping in, the team would find the walls decorated with all kinds of holographic computer monitors and graphical surfaces. It was a technical marvel, but also a bit dingy, as would be expected from a pirate base. All the monitors had different scrolling numbers and displays. One of them had a holographic display of an engine of sorts, a 3-D model that was interactable. While most things were written in the space pirates’ native language, this one had a label assigned to it in a more common language. It said ‘Absolution.’

While the room had plenty to offer for a curious mind, there wasn’t anyone in the vicinity. On the far side of the room there was a hall that splintered off to another location, the sounds of voices arising from there. One of them sounded like Ghor, his voice rising in temperament. What was being said couldn’t be clearly discerned, but it seemed like he was saying “ready the prisoner!”1d20+2·1d100·1d20

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

"Acknowledged, time to make haste and deal with our target." KOS-MOS would say, heading to the now opened door and immediately began to to keep her defenses up in case of an ambush from Ghor or something else entirely, making sure to scan the area as the energy charge on her superweapon within her Abdominal chassis completed it's cooldown.
WIS ROLL: uN2ARTc2p_1d20+2{brief scan...  Nothing more, nothing less}
INT ROLL: p_1d20-1(Faint voice detection...)

"I am detecting voices over that way, it is faint, but one of those voices might be our target...  Orders, Samus?" KOS-MOS would ask, readying her R-Cannon in case Ghor was not alone in the area.

---

KOS-MOS (KP-X 000000001)
HP: 180/180
{||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||}
Shield: 28/65
{|||||||||||||||}
Status: preparing for battle
Buffs:
None

Debuffs:
None

Cooldowns:
X-BUSTER(armed and ready)

[/div]1d20+2·1d20-1

[PacAttack]

"Thanks, uh, ice guy."

Pac-Man watched him surf off down the cave before turning back to enter the new room.  Looking around the tech-covered walls, Pac let out a whistle.

"Orson would have a field day in here."

He walked over to one of the computer systems and gave it a looksie.  Reading it over, he couldn't make out much of it.  Lots of technical stuff with numbers and some stuff that looked like gibberish to him.  Pac-Man looked over the monitors around then back at the hologram which he stuck a hand out to wave through.  Yeeeeeah, he wasn't getting it.  He read the information again only getting the one word out of it.

"Hey, either of you know what this is?"  The yellow one asked, continuing to be befuddled over the scrolling information.

---

Pac-Man
HP 74/160
SH 35/50
Status: Burned 1 turn (4% DMG at end of turn and -2 mod to STR)

[Samus Aran, The Entrusted One]

With the Threat defeated, Samus approaches the Door and Slides herself close to it, Listening to the Approaching sounds of an army. She narrows her eyes. "No good. We'll have to find another way." Samus would say-- Until, A Familiar face would appear, Sealing off the way he came with a wall of ice. "...Rundas." Samus said with a smile hidden under her helmet. "When im actually dying, Then you'll get the chance to say that. " Samus warned, as she listened to Rundas's plan. "Dont falter now, Rundas." Samus would say with a smirk, as she ran down the New awaiting corridor. Onward, to Ghor.


Samus observes the many holographic screens in quiet acknowledgement. There was some intense work being done here, For something big. Once the word 'Absolution' Caught Samus's eye, She held onto her Arm Cannon, Holding it tight and continuing on with determination. "Ghor's a Mechanical Genius. He helped create tons of mechanical creations for himself, and anyone he works with. I believe these are the Schematics for the Absolution." Samus would say. "Wether he's working on a part two, or just keeping them for safe keeping...Im not sure. But, Good for us. We'll get to ask him." Samus would say, as she looked down the splintering hall...


"...Keep low, And Sneak our way to him. Let's see what's going on in there. And if Ghor's attacking an actual citizen...Go in." Samus would say, a she readies herself to sneak up to the voice!


CfI2eFM4p_1d20+2=20 (Stealthy Check for Stealthy Samus!)1d20

[Mr. Game & Watch]

As Pac-Man stuck his mitt-like hand through the holographic interface, it changed, like moving to a different window on a computer. It was no more intelligible than the last screen that it was on, but there looked to be more diagrams and schematics. Being that Pac-Man wasn’t so technically minded, it wouldn’t seem like much, a circular object encased in a container, also roundish in shape. Again, the pirate language pointed to certain areas, highlighting certain points. Underneath it was a map, showing the Life Sphere at the center and a blinking dot somewhere in the Sector X Crash Site.

No matter, it seemed that the room had little importance now. With silent footsteps, Samus descended down the hallway, following what seemed to be Ghor’s voice. What she and those who followed her would find was a room of massive size. It was circular in shape, like a command/control center. Its ceiling was high like an auditorium, and the floor descend down in a ramp-like fashion. There were three rows of desks and computer monitors, all leading up to the center of the room, the core. There was a massive holographic sphere floating in the center of the room, its blue hue outlining almost everything within it. There looked to be codes of data encircling it, but outside of that it was almost completely bare. Perhaps it was in sleep mode or something of that measure.

The room was not empty though. Just around the corner from the corridor’s exit, there was a Space Pirate standing at one of the monitors, clacking his claws away and eyes focused on the screen in front of him, completely unaware of the invading party. Meanwhile, further down the room, at the base of the gigantic holographic sphere stood Ghor, hands at his back and standing tall in his unarmoured base form. His eyes glowed a similar deep blue hue that the phazon empowered Space Pirate did. Before him were a set of Space Pirates, holding a hostage by both arms.

SPOILER: Click to show

The hostage was a turian, a species well known to the Mass Effect universe, but alien and peculiar looking to anyone unfamiliar with their race. Generally spiky and covered in natural armour plating. Given her ragged attire, she seemed to be a scavenger, likely the captured party member from the group in the crater outside of the base. Regardless, her arms were bound behind her back and she was held in place for a moment or two before the Space Pirates threw her to her knees and at the feet of Ghor.

“Careful!” he snapped, his jaw unhinged with anger. Ghor’s gaze lowered to look upon the prisoner. “She’s one of us now” he spoke with a gentleness to his tone. He raised his hand overtop her body.

The turian kept her face to the ground, unmoving. “Let’s just get this over with” she spoke in an exasperated manner.

Quickly after that, blue particles, a cloud of phazon was produced from Ghor’s metal palm, raining down upon the prisoner. The ground surrounding her was engulfed in a bluish glow as the particles absorbed into her body. She remained still as she was, letting the phazon seep into her.

Stealth Check:
The Space Pirate near the entrance is within range for a stealth takedown. You must succeed a DEX roll of 14 to avoid detection, then make an attack roll of 12 or higher to put them down. Feel free to flavour text to your heart’s content.

[PacAttack]

"Oh I've dealt with one of those before.  Shouldn't be too hard."  Pac responded to Samus, giving the hologram thingy one last spin through before turning away from it.

Pac-Man followed behind Samus, mimicking her stealthy entry to the best of his ability.

|_2u9Pk5p_1d20+1 (Stealth check, success.)

p_1d20 (Stealth attack, success. Yer gettin' the boot.)

Seems like he had learned from his past mistake at being sneaky as this time he wasn't wandering out right into the middle of the war-zone.  The now Pac-Ninja gave his two allies a hand signal to lay low while he got into position.  Pac-Man quietly tip-toed his way up behind the space pirate the whole time carrying this amused, dumb smile on his face.  He would laugh a little if it weren't for how serious the situation was.  He took careful tall steps, making sure to not be louder than the clacking of the computer the soon-to-be-ambushed techie.  He got within reaching distance and took a brief moment to look over the pirate's shoulder to see what they were doing.  Not long after though and Pac-Man was revving up his boot to sweep the guy aside and off its feet.  Once he was sure the pirate was down, Pac carefully leaned out and shot a thumbs up out to the other two behind him.

He crouched back down into hiding.  He did his part without getting any more laser beams to the head and was feeling pretty good about it.  Watching Ghor's actions, he thought of moving in but Samus' words of caution about the blue stuff held him back.  He wasn't sure what it was or did or whatever but it couldn't be good.

---

Pac-Man

HP 74/160

SH 40/50

Status: OK

1d20+1·1d20

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

KOS-MOS would most likely follow Pac Man's example and proceed to sneak up on something that wouldn't suspect the fact that a dot muncher, the most advanced combat android, and the most feared bounty hunter could offer; the poor sap of a Space Pirate wouldn't see either the Pac or the combat android unless they turned around and alerted Ghor.
DEX ROLL: 05J9zs2fp_1d20+2{Detection averted}
STR ROLL: p_1d20+1(Takedown initiated)

"Takedown complete, commencement of ether energy charge beginning now." KOS-MOS would say, preparing her weapons systems to ensure a swift extermination of her foes while being hidden from them.

---

KOS-MOS(KP-X 000000001)
HP: 180/180
{||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||}
Shield: 36/65
{|||||||||||||||}
Status: still good to go
Buffs:
None

Debuffs:
None

Cooldowns:
None

[/div]1d20+2·1d20+1

[Mr. Game & Watch]

The Space Pirate technician continued to click away at the computer in front of him. It seemed like it was more so busy work than anything too important considering that he was moving at a glacial pace. As Pac-Man crept up behind the alien, he would get a good eyeful of what was on the monitor. It looked like the schematics of a strange sort of drill tank, a wire frame model of something that possibly existed within this facility or somewhere else. Again, all the descriptors and diagramed points were written in a jumbled alien language, likely the Space Pirate’s native language. Such things wouldn’t mean much to Pac-Man or KOS-MOS (unless she had some sort of decryption software installed). Samus could probably translate though, she had enough exposure to the language to decipher it with a quick look over.

Regardless of what he was working on, the Space Pirate would be in for a rude awakening. Pac-Man swept him at the legs, causing him to topple over, then KOS-MOS came in to deliver the knockout punch. The poor sap was out cold and trophied before he could utter a word of warning to his compatriots below. With the pirate taken out, they had the area secured. The only visible enemies were the people below, in front of the holographic display.

Speaking of them, Ghor and his Space Pirate guards remained huddled around the ground facing turian, watching her as her body jittered and pulsed with the phazon entering her body. It seemed like at any moment she was going to fall over and collapse, the procedure seemed quite taxing on her body. But the blue essence swirled around her until it was completely absorbed into her body, causing her movements to cease and heavy breathing to follow.

Ghor crouched down to her level, offering his hand. “How does it feel now?” he asked with a sinister, yet oddly concerned flare.

The turian’s mandibles flared, but she kept her face to the ground, not looking Ghor in the eye. She coughed. “Like my insides are turning inside out. You could’ve warned me” she spoke quietly, a tinge of resentment to her tone. In spite of that, she took Ghor’s hand and gazed up at him, a bluish glow twinkling from the back of her eye.

“I’m sorry” he rasped sincerely as he pulled the spiky alien off the ground. There was a brief moment of confusion between the Space Pirate guards, causing them to look at each other for confirmation about their ruthless leader’s show of empathy. As they were distracted though, Ghor’s chest compartment flew open, a futuristic pistol launching out from the space and into the turian’s hand. She gripped it tightly and trained her sights on one of the Space Pirates, while Ghor pulled up his Plasma Rifle on the other. Like an old west shoot out, the quickest to draw won the showdown, and that was Ghor and the turian female.

In unison, they opened fire on the Space Pirates. Ghor’s Plasma Beam singed straight through his target’s chest, causing him to fall over instantly. The turian’s body was enveloped by a sort of holographic armour, which extended to her pistol. It seemed to power up her weapon, enough that it essentially turned into a sub machine gun that riddled her target with bullets until he too fell over.

With the two guards disposed of, Ghor turned his weapon towards the area where the technician had previously been, but since Pac-Man and KOS-MOS took care of him already, there was no target for him to shoot. He couldn’t see any of the adventurers either, so he merely pulled his weapon back and subtly looked over to his accomplice. “The last one must’ve ran off. We’ll have to do this quickly before he informs the others.”

The turian looked exhausted, hands to her knees while her head shook uncontrollably. “This phazon stuff… it’s overwhelming” she replied wearily.

Ghor placed a hand to her shoulder. “It will take time to adjust, Vetra, but time is of the essence right now. Samus and her crew will be here any minute, we have to make preparations” he instructed the turian empathetically.

Vetra nodded and promptly picked herself back up. They exchanged a look, as if reminding each other of the plan they cooked up before hand. They quickly split off, circling around the holographic display and stationing themselves at a keypad on either end of it. Once in place, they swiftly began to type, an urgent haste in both of their movements.

Decide Time:
Both Ghor and Vetra might be distracted, but they seem to be on high alert. Any movements taken will need to succeed a stealth check of 11 if you want to remain undetected.

Being that they are occupied, this could be a good opportunity to get the drop on them before they detect your presence. The first attack you make will be a guaranteed critical hit on either of them, should you choose to attack them.

Alternatively, you can access the computer that the Space Pirate technician was using. The interface might be a bit alien, but it uses a regular keyboard and touch screen technology. It might need an INT roll of 16 or higher to make heads or tails about anything, if it had any more information to offer, that is.

[PacAttack]

Great, more hieroglyphics.

Pac-Man sat plopped down on the floor behind cover, listening in on the conversation going on between Ghor and the now phazon-filled alien. That Phazon stuff sounded awful.  He couldn't understand why anyone would want that stuff near them.  Continuing to listen in, he by the sound of booming from the other side.  His body curled up a bit before relaxing.

Thaaaat can't be good.

He was really unsure what to do in this situation.  Confrontation wasn't something he really did.  Ghor didn't seem like he was attacking in a way but that blue stuff was definitely no good.  Pac's mouth crookened as he thought it over, looking over his teammates in this one.  Maybe one of them would be better at this than him.  He wasn't packing any firepower like they were and he was already banged up enough at the moment.  Looking up at the computer terminal, he wondered if he, totally clueless in what he was dealing with, could make heads or tails with it. 

Pac slowly stood up to the computer and looked it over. Ugh, where's Ors when you need him...

9gNcswPip_1d20+2 (Pac-Man's attempt to be a techno-wizard.)

While the issue of boxing gloves on keyboards had been addressed before, the touch screen was a nice alternative.  Pac poked at the screen a few times only to be plunged into a series of messages and diagrams that he couldn't even comprehend. 

Great.  Just dandy.

The clueless yellow guy shook his head.  It was worth a shot, not that it was much coming from him.  Pac-Man looked over to his side for a moment before coming back to attention.  That tall Samus character seemed to know some things about this stuff from earlier.  He turned towards her direction and gave a hand signal to come on over.

---

Pac-Man

HP 74/160

SH 45/50

Status: Confuzzled.

1d20+2

[Samus Aran, The Entrusted One]

Samus had been sneaking along with the group fairly well up to this point, Simply opting not to say anything or directing a plan until she observed enough to gather what was happening...And in no uncertain terms, Samus hated everything about it. She watched with anger filled eyes at the Situation, as they mentioned what was happening...They were using Phazon to empower themselves. Phazon empowerment onto normal Creatures...That was no good. And worse yet, Ghor was expecting them? ...It caused Samus to narrow her eyes. Samus raised her Arm Cannon up, and tapped onto it's top a few times, Releasing a Security lock, as her arm cannon changed from a Purple color, Into a Deep Crimson Red. Now was not the time to sneak.



Now was the time for action.



She looks at Pacman...And shakes her head. "Im sorry Pac. But it's already gone too far." She Explains. "What they're doing is Utilizing a highly dangerous form of Radiation to Enhance themselves beyond normal capabilities...Which, will drive them insane and into deranged hyper-powered monsters wanting to spread itself...We cant waste time." Samus would explain. She passed on helping Pac-man figure out the Keypad, and instead, Took a deep breath.



"Either hide away, or Get Ready. I'll take lead." Samus said, Before standing up and blowing there Stealthy Cover, As her Arm cannon charged and Whirred with an immense energy, as she aimed it between Ghor and this 'Vetra' Character, To Unleash an Omega Cannon Blast!

nOCxsmzOp_1d20+2 (Omega Cannon!! 32% Damage, Due to Guaranteeing a Crit, Deals 64% Damage instead!))


"You arent getting away this this." Samus would say after that immense blast, Looking down upon them. "If you know whats good for you, You wont get up." Samus would say, With absolutely no mercy in her voice.

---

Samus Aran
HP: 115/160
Shield: 55/55
Missiles: 4/5
Status: Burned (4 Turns)

Omega Cannon (All DEX Checks next turn are at Disadvantage.)1d20+2

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

"Affirmative, commencing stealth protocol." KOS-MOS would say, attempting to keep herself hidden to avoid detection...  And with the grace of a combat android made of metal, his in the shadows to watch Ghor's movements.
DEX ROLL(stealth check): ijr7MIgmp_1d20+2(KOS-MOS is undetected for now)

Thankfully KOS-MOS could see what would be going on and ambush if needed, with the slight drawback of being detected before she could hide again.

---

KOS-MOS (KP-X 000000001)
HP: 180/180
{||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||}
Shield: 44/65
{|||||||||||||||}
Status: Hidden
Buffs:
None

Debuffs:
None

Cooldowns:
None

[/div]1d20+2

[Mr. Game & Watch]

Pac-Man’s attempts to utilize the computer went about as well as could be expected. Upon touching the screen, it became filled with more of the alien language, followed by a popup screen that flashed with red. It could have been anything from an error message to a popup ad describing how he just won a month of free training at Lt. Surge’s all-star gym and spa. Either way, it seemed to be frozen in its current state.

In the meantime, both Ghor and Vetra seemed to be hard at work, their three digited fingers swiping away at the keyboard in front of them. They both had their vision singularly focused on the screens in front of them, working as if time was of the essence. Because of this, their awareness of what was happening in the room around them was exceedingly poor, so neither of them could make out Samus’s sudden appearance. With the sound of Samus’s whirring weapon though, Ghor’s head subtly popped up, nearly glancing over to the sudden noise before the flash came.

The booming shot from the Omega Cannon filled the room with destructive light, the plasma energy shooting forth and searing through everything it touched. The holographic display at the center of the room sparked and glitched, both of the monitors that Ghor and the turian were working at exploded with electricity, knocking them both back with an intense blow. Vetra flew past a couple of desks, slamming against a wall, whereas Ghor’s lithe body skidded across the floor like a rock skipping over water until it ceased.

While Ghor’s body seemed to be lifeless for a brief moment, a sudden surge of blue energy pulsed through his body, the force of which pulled him up from the center of his chest and back up to his feet, like he was a puppet on a string. His clanky body jittered as he faced Samus once more. His once bronze eyes now a deep blue colour. The roof above them began to quiver and quake, jagged crackles forming in the very metal that it was made of. Ghor’s hands balled into fists before he lurched forward, pointing a finger to the bounty hunter. “You never understood a situation you couldn’t shoot!” he hollered as a blue pulse of energy shot up through his neck and to his mouth.

The roof finally collapsed, rubble raining down as a titanic metal mass was hidden within the avalanche. Ghor’s body glowed with his Phazon energy, causing him to float toward his hulking metal monstrosity. When the rubble and dust dissipated, Ghor stood ready in his armour suit, the entire thing glowing with energy and black ethereal tentacles. “Oh Samus, you’ve ensured that its already begun” he rasped as he looked over to the destroyed terminals. “By destroying my computers, you’ve inhibited the progress that my feeble half had begun. And now, all that is left in this husk of a body is Phazon. Pure power.” His hulking body shifted forward.

The holographic sphere was still jittering and jumbled, glitching until a set of numbers appeared before them. It was a countdown, starting at six minutes. “A good engineer always has a failsafe. Now its just a matter of time. Soon, everything will be corrupted, starting with you!” as he proclaimed this, a small cannon unfurled from the mech’s chest area. It shot out a tiny canister with a reverbing ‘tunk’ sound before landing and exploding in front of the chozo warrior. It was a Phazon Grenade.

[Phazon Grenade: Nu|3hsfZp_1d20+5 // 20% + 100% chance to inflict Berzerk] <24>

Ghor’s arms folded backwards, readying his missile reserves as his reticles targeted Samus once more. A bevy of missiles fired off into the air, smoke trailing behind them as they re-routed themselves, following the heat signatures radiating off of Samus’s body. Ghor’s arms swung back around, unsheathing his blades as he watched the missiles fly through the air. “Can’t you feel the power!? The only way the Starvia can be eradicated is through Phazon!”

Homing Missiles: 10% damage per missile, how many missiles hit depends on the target’s dodge roll in relation to the user’s attack roll. 3 if crit fail or dodge roll is 1/3 or lower than accuracy roll (4 or lower in this case), 2 if 1/2 or higher than 1/3 (5 or 6 in this case), 1 if higher than half (7 to 13). Target is hit by all 3 if Bubble Shield is used.

[Homing Missiles p_1d20+5 // 10% for each missile] <13>

Once the missiles dissipated, Ghor would bulldoze his way toward Samus’s location, sparing no mind to the other desks and monitors on the way over. Winding back his mighty claw, he sunk his blade directly into the ground where Samus had once stood.

[Arm Blade: p_1d20+5 // 18%] <14>

HP: 130%
Shield: 70%
Status: Phaze 3

---

As the chaos swirled down below, Pac-Man would notice a crouched figure encroaching on his location. It was the turian, looking significantly worse for wear after taking the broadside of an Omega Beam. Her body glowed a weak blue, certainly not as potent as Ghor’s radiant hues. Her left mandible was slack, along with her arm which still had a gun within its grip. She stopped at a favourable distance from the round man. “Listen, I don’t know who to trust right now. The guy who brought me here just went off the deep end and his ‘friend’” she used air quotes “just shot me in the back. You haven’t tried to kill me yet, so you seem reasonable” she spoke with a dry wit about her.

She gripped the side of the wall as a pulse of the Phazon’s blue energy struck through her. It was like she was holding back an upchuck. Her head shook, as if she was expelling the demons from her mind. “I do know one thing for sure though, if I can’t get myself to one of those terminals” she pointed to the one next to Pac-Man “before the end of that countdown, the Life Sphere’s going to be hit with a payload of Phazon. It might not infect everyone, but there’s going to be a lot of people that end up like me.”

As she noticed the error message on the screen of the monitor of the computer next to Pac-Man, she holstered her weapon and raised the glowing omni-tool on her wrist. The small screen on her device showed an image of the error message on screen, only now the hieroglyphics were translated to English. It read as such; “Access Denied: insufficient traces of Phazon detected on user.” “Ghor programmed them this way, so, like it or not, I’m your gal for the job.”

Her head turned to the warring Ghor and Samus. “Just keep those two away so they don’t blow up my computer.”

---

With KOS-MOS’s stealth protocol still activated, she remained unseen from the combatants on the battlefield. This gives her a good chance at ambushing Ghor now that his attention is fully on Samus, so long as she remains undetected.

[Stealth Check: make a DEX roll of 15 or higher to remain undetected. If successful, your first attack against Ghor will be an auto-crit]1d20+5·1d20+5·1d20+5

[PacAttack]

Pac-Man sighed.

He turned his attention back to monitor and attempted to make sense of anything. The approaching figure caught his attention and when he looked over, he saw that fashionable shade of blue he was warned about. Taking a small pac-step back, he wasn't really sure what to do at the moment. They didn't seem hostile and that was enough of a relief to him. That jab brought a smile to his face along with a small "heh".

No kidding on that phazon mess. Pac-Man watched on with concern while she was going through whatever it was. He wasn't really sure what he could do at the moment to help but continued to listen to what she had to say.

"Well that sounds teeeerrific," was his quick response to the announcement of a bomb ready to go off.

The clueless hero looked on with a blank expression as she did something with her wristband and made the screen make sense.  There was no way he was going to make any progress with the computer so the choice seemed obvious.  Pac-Man stepped back and gave her room to work.

Mirroring her head movement, he looked over at the coming fight.

"Yeah, I'll uh... I'll get right on that."

Looks like he was on guard duty now.  Just peachy.

---

Pac-Man

HP 74/160

SH 50/50

Status: Guard Duty