Taeta Dianan
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Taeta Signeit Dianan
Last daughter of a Batavian pagan lineage, she and her ilk were exiled from Ambracia, labeled as dissenters.
Ammo Tracker
Resource Tracker
Loot Tracker
Rallied up and slaughtered. My peers all given to the firing squad. Then, it was my turn. I stare down the gilded barrel of Batavian make, breath hitching as my vision is filled with white, then red, and then darkness. Death, though, didn't claim me that day. I awoke to the trembling hand of one of the Emperor's loyalists, his psions. Yet, this one didn't slay me. They instead... helped me, provided me cover as I stole into my family's half-destroyed estate. Stealing a look in the mirror, what's left of my eye is a horrific blend of crimson and inky ichor, streaking down my cheek. After my fill of disbelief, and marring my own bedsheets to create a makeshift eyepatch, I make my way to the starship my family hid in the observatory. An emergency escape. I met a few survivors from my family there; 2 siblings, and my grandmother. All injured, all shaking. With our very lives crumbling beneath our feet, we board the ship, suit up, and kick off toward the stars- our last glimmer of hope. Decades-old thrusters and a rusting Drift Engine... it was a miracle it all still runs. We only made it one jump away before we're intercepted by the imposing, blade-shaped prow of a Batavian trireme. We didn't get a peep out before their guns bored into our hull, rending the airtight seal wide open, and destroying our thrust. We look to one another, and nod an unspoken agreement. Grandmother will hold the fort, fire back, while the three of us sprint for the escape pods. Rounding the corner, I fleetingly glimpse the escape pod, before a lance of weapons fire perforates the hallway, the force bending the hall out of shape, twisting it upward, and suddenly my feet are swept off the floor. Tumbling through the new hole in the hull, my head collides hard with a bent beam. I'm dead, surely. I- With a choked gasp, I jolt forward, nearly bashing my helmet against the control console for the escape pod. My visor bears 4 oily black streaks on the right side, my head is pounding, and I'm faint of breath, but... I'm alive. How?XP TrackerTaeta's memory of how she got to where she was at the start of her journey into the stars.
+75 for slaying 1x "chimera".
2 'Chimera's' and 4 'vermin': 75xp, 75xp, 25xp, 25xp, 25xp, 25xp
150 XP for slaying a group of Chimera, including the Resilient Bugger.
first contact -> the bird bursting through the door -> getting the code (+550) 575 + 400 + 150 + 225 + 500 = 1850
2 'Chimera's' and 4 'vermin': 75xp, 75xp, 25xp, 25xp, 25xp, 25xp
150 XP for slaying a group of Chimera, including the Resilient Bugger.
first contact -> the bird bursting through the door -> getting the code (+550) 575 + 400 + 150 + 225 + 500 = 1850
21/25 Shells (initial)
25/25 Shells (resupply)
15/20 Small Arms Round
25/25 Shells (resupply)
15/20 Small Arms Round
0th(at will) - dazzling flares, hazard, mending, starwalk
1st(2+1 = 1/3 per day) - ectoplasmic barrage, hardlight spheres
Infinite Worlds (3/3 per day)
Seek the Breach (2/2 per day)
1st(2+1 = 1/3 per day) - ectoplasmic barrage, hardlight spheres
Infinite Worlds (3/3 per day)
Seek the Breach (2/2 per day)
Skipshot Pistol
ThermSkin I
Personal Radar/Tracker (from the three mice)
Mechanic's Tool (club, 1d6 B)
Small Blue Card with a code strip on the side (used in door)
Red Key Card (from mummy pocket, used in door)
ThermSkin I
Personal Radar/Tracker (from the three mice)
Mechanic's Tool (club, 1d6 B)
Small Blue Card with a code strip on the side (used in door)
Red Key Card (from mummy pocket, used in door)
Last daughter of a Batavian pagan lineage, she and her ilk were exiled from Ambracia, labeled as dissenters.
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Species
Ethnicity
Year of Birth
1047 ABO
32 Years old
Birthplace
Children
Sex
Female
Eyes
Yellow, almost glowing iris with white sclera. One eye is covered
Hair
Naturally white hair, dyed purple; shoulder-length and wild in style
Height
5' 10" (177.80cm)
Weight
165 lbs (74.84274kg)
Stats
| Str | Dex | Con |
|---|---|---|
08(-1) |
14(+2) |
15(+2) |
| Int | Wis | Cha |
10(+0) |
10(+0) |
17(+3) |
The Journey Hence
Getting situated here, I'm starting a log on my comm-unit. Turns out, the big job is on some oven of a planet. Stepping off the dropship, I just about baked damn near instantly. Thank Nyaptah that the interior is somehow shielded, and even air-conditioned, arms were killing me after hefting that crate of supplies. Matisi, the kobold(?) leader of the mission, it seems, introduced us to the shudrae, Sindre- guy seems to have experienced some hell of his own, got no legs to speak of. After getting acquainted, we started our journey into the facility through a reinforced door, and some aging stairs. The first journey into the unknown was a sure, swift reminder that this wasn't going to be a walk in the park. Damage to the stairs, to the walls, to the lights, and piles of gore strewn about the first room. The first living thing we encountered was... a horrifying blend of Palaxian species- mousefolk face, shudrae ear (yes, just one), and the general physical constitution of any ol' humanoid species. Its mouth, though. Its mouth... way too many teeth. Combine that with the fact that it came rushing at us, Rimanah and I had to gun the thing down. Went down, found a power station at the behest of a sub-objective- an objective that we discovered wasn't instated by Matisi or Sindre, as they had been catching up on food at the time. Once Rimanah got the power stabilized, something came roaring out from a nearby room. Then came the rolling darkness, approaching the hybrid beast we'd just felled. Just about had a heart-attack when I thought the creature was hammering at the door leading to our 'mission control' team. Thank goodness it wasn't, but damn.
After that scare, we discovered that this section was still the AMG part of the facility. Beyond a large, thick door, we first stepped foot into the Wings Of The Future part; cavernous, strange blue material making up the walls, and dim blue lighting. Not proud, but I stuck my hand into the slot of a terminal. Weirdest of all, that seems to have been what I was supposed to do. My wrist-comp received a code, which I soon discovered is an invite code. Apparently it got paired with my biometrics. Neat. Before retracting my hand, I got a door opened up. Right about then, though, Rimanah, with mission control's blessings, overrode the door, and called it open. Door started to open, make no mistake, but unfortunately it came with a blaring, loud alarm, which drew the attention of the creatures behind the door. Had to scramble to catch up with Rimanah, as we both ran into the newly opened door. We turned, started taking down the horde, but another door inside of this new hallway opened up, and a panicked occupant ushered us in. A squirrel-folk, bloodied and crazed, but, sanctuary is sanctuary. Door got closed, I found my home on the floor to catch my breath. Found a terminal in this side room, so while talking with our new friend, I managed to shut off the alarm. After that, we decided to escort the squirrel to the safe zone, discovered that the creatures that had chased us horribly cannibalized themselves after the door was closed. Gonna be thinking on that one for a while. Rimanah, the squirrel, and I, decided to hunker down in the safe zone for the night. Update soon.
