I am Kroot

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What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

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Vidra told them to “get ready to run.” Solaan needed no more encouragement. He darted forward, charging straight toward the prison doors. There was no thought - or, at least, no conscious thought - only throbbing and overwhelming fear.

He kept expecting something to hit him. Some weapon, some projectile, some… something… to knock him to the ground or even kill him. He could see close calls flashing before his eyes.

And it was only halfway through his charging that he realized he had no idea where he was running to. Where did he need to go? Where was Proxy at? Vidra was around, right? Even if she were right beside him, in this chaos, he could not tell.

He did not have time to reason, think, or search around for his companions. He was out in the open. He was in danger. And though he was armed, he was very outnumbered. 

Vidra checked the scan again, noting that there seemed to be a clear path towards the prison doors but off to their right.  Of course, if there was anything surviving behind them, they’d know and follow.  Or they’d be led into a trap.

At this point…

Retreat, regroup, recover.  They know we’re here.  So let’s get to the heart of this.

Hey, could be another underground group out of the way…

The arrows still coming at them from all directions, Vidra struggled to find the mental focus. 

She took another couple shots at the enemy source for good measure, then holstered her shotgun and threw her hands back up for a biotic barrier.

@hubwalker1 @kroottheflora (anyone else who wants to randomly have fun)

Solaan was always excited to run into some friends on the Hub, even though it was likely that he would do so on any given day. Still, the second Solaan crashed into Josh and Kroot, he was beaming.

@hubwalker1 @kroottheflora (anyone else who wants to randomly have fun)

Solaan was always excited to run into some friends on the Hub, even though it was likely that he would do so on any given day. Still, the second Solaan crashed into Josh and Kroot, he was beaming.

@hubwalker1 @kroottheflora (anyone else who wants to randomly have fun)

Solaan was always excited to run into some friends on the Hub, even though it was likely that he would do so on any given day. Still, the second Solaan crashed into Josh and Kroot, he was beaming.

@hubwalker1 @kroottheflora (anyone else who wants to randomly have fun)

Solaan was always excited to run into some friends on the Hub, even though it was likely that he would do so on any given day. Still, the second Solaan crashed into Josh and Kroot, he was beaming.

“Pretty quiet place, isn’t it?”

“Can I pet your dog?”

“I love your ____! Where did you get it?”

“Didn’t know anybody else was here.”

“Sorry, is this seat taken?”

“You haven’t seen this ____ anywhere, have you?”

“Wow, this line’s really long isn’t it?”

“So, you come here often?”

“Yeah, can I help you with something?”

“What do you usually order when you come here?”

“So- weather’s pretty nice.”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you!”

“Don’t suppose you know where to get a great meal around here?”

“Can you tell me how to get to ____?”

“Mind if I share your umbrella for a minute?”

“Hi! I just need you to pretend like you know me!”

“You need directions or something?”

“This seat’s open!”

“Haven’t seen you around. Need something?”

“Um, hi. How long have you been standing there?”

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Kroot had found his way into the prison and was walking around looking for the figures that they were after. “Would be good if i had someone with some technology to help me.” he thought to himself. Suddenly the alarm went off, surprising him, making him think he had been caught. He quickly smashed the nearest speaker to him, but that didn’t get rid of the sound, and the flashing red lights. He decided that he should probably start moving faster and started looking for his friends rather than the figures that they were after.

To perhaps create a false alarm maybe.

With that she said, “Vidra, remember how you said that we could set off various alarms as a distraction earlier on? Also remember me having into the base to get footage? Well, lil miss ass hole here thinks we could turn the situation around…” with that she started clicking away at her wristlet again, ignoring the pain from the arrow that awkwardly stuck out. She wondered if she could maybe shut down an alarm in a secluded area of the base, and make her way there to recon and reevaluate the situation.

Red dots on her radar running in their direction, but she didn’t need that to hear the pounds of footsteps, complete with strangely… unintelligible shouting.  Weird.  Her translator was completely up to date…

“If you can disable alarms somewhere, we can deal with this situation and then regroup there,” she stated.  “But hurry it up!  Overload the weapon and trap triggers, I can deal with incoming enemies!  I’m not a damn Sentinel!”

Headache increasing. Had to keep up the barrier.

Seven of the Rebirth rounded the corner.  Misshapen, humanoid alien species, all multi-limbed, five legs, a hand sticking out of a head, extra fingers on knees, seven arms, four hands, messes of limbs and spears and -

Spears?  Machetes?  Carving knives?  Oh look there was a regular rifle.

Shit… rifle aside, the rest are slow enough that my kinetic shields won’t stop them…

I’ll have to let Solaan and the kid get killed at this rate if I wanna get out of this.

“Got it! The area is a bit far from here however, but if we are careful enough they- oh.” she looked up and saw the incoming enemies. Five arms, rifles, machetes, even a specially induced omnizrowd? Well, that was something she hadn’t seen in a while.

Reading her own swords and guns, she sent Vidra and Solaan the coordinates of the quiet area via omni tool. Gritting her teeth and clenching her jaw, knowing that she won’t be able to shape-shift with the arrow in her shoulder. She’ll just have to do the the traditional way.

“traditional” was the right word…

he found great difficulty in running away as they seemed to be faster than he was, attacking him as he defended himself using makeshift staffs from bars that he ripped off of a cell.

He began running down flights of stairs, really wishing that he was faster so that he could lose his pursuers, or something smaller so he could call in for some help.

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Kroot had found his way into the prison and was walking around looking for the figures that they were after. “Would be good if i had someone with some technology to help me.” he thought to himself. Suddenly the alarm went off, surprising him, making him think he had been caught. He quickly smashed the nearest speaker to him, but that didn’t get rid of the sound, and the flashing red lights. He decided that he should probably start moving faster and started looking for his friends rather than the figures that they were after.

To perhaps create a false alarm maybe.

With that she said, “Vidra, remember how you said that we could set off various alarms as a distraction earlier on? Also remember me having into the base to get footage? Well, lil miss ass hole here thinks we could turn the situation around…” with that she started clicking away at her wristlet again, ignoring the pain from the arrow that awkwardly stuck out. She wondered if she could maybe shut down an alarm in a secluded area of the base, and make her way there to recon and reevaluate the situation.

Red dots on her radar running in their direction, but she didn’t need that to hear the pounds of footsteps, complete with strangely… unintelligible shouting.  Weird.  Her translator was completely up to date…

“If you can disable alarms somewhere, we can deal with this situation and then regroup there,” she stated.  “But hurry it up!  Overload the weapon and trap triggers, I can deal with incoming enemies!  I’m not a damn Sentinel!”

Headache increasing. Had to keep up the barrier.

Seven of the Rebirth rounded the corner.  Misshapen, humanoid alien species, all multi-limbed, five legs, a hand sticking out of a head, extra fingers on knees, seven arms, four hands, messes of limbs and spears and -

Spears?  Machetes?  Carving knives?  Oh look there was a regular rifle.

Shit… rifle aside, the rest are slow enough that my kinetic shields won’t stop them…

I’ll have to let Solaan and the kid get killed at this rate if I wanna get out of this.

“Got it! The area is a bit far from here however, but if we are careful enough they- oh.” she looked up and saw the incoming enemies. Five arms, rifles, machetes, even a specially induced omnizrowd? Well, that was something she hadn’t seen in a while.

Reading her own swords and guns, she sent Vidra and Solaan the coordinates of the quiet area via omni tool. Gritting her teeth and clenching her jaw, knowing that she won’t be able to shape-shift with the arrow in her shoulder. She’ll just have to do the the traditional way.

“traditional” was the right word…

he found great difficulty in running away as they seemed to be faster than he was, attacking him as he defended himself using makeshift staffs from bars that he ripped off of a cell.

He began running down flights of stairs, really wishing that he was faster so that he could lose his pursuers, or something smaller so he could call in for some help.

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Solaan continued to creep forward. His wide eyes scanned the forested cover, as if at any moment he might spot the enemies Vidra warned him about. He tried to do his best to circle around their location, though he realized that, if he panned any further away for safety, he would not be able to reach the entrance of the base. He would have to creep in closer to the enemies… and hope that they would not catch sight of him.

“Hey so… I don’t know if we can get past them to the doors without them finding out we’re here. I mean some of these guys seem like they’re right by the only entrances we know about,” he pointed out to Vidra.

Vidra pulled out her shotgun and readied the omniblade for action.  She scanned the vicinity, checking the radar with her visor.  No, only the enemies ahead.  Whose attention they definitely had now.  And the -

Her jaw dropped.

It was hard to tell what was attacking him at first. He thought it was just one individual. But there were too many limbs - maybe two people, maybe three, all clambering at him. Whoever - whatever - these limbs belonged to, Solaan managed to wrench himself away. The momentum hurtled him backwards and he tumbled to the ground.

Terrified, hands shaking, Solaan fumbled for one of the pistols at his hip. He doubted he would have much chance in a fight without a firearm. He did not have enough time to grab before his attacker lurched toward him; Solaan instinctively planted his feet on the other’s chest and kicked with as much might as he could muster.

This finally provided Solaan some time. He was able to scramble to his feet, stand, and pull out a firearm. He was able to see the individual he had kicked.

The assailant appeared to be a human, just like many of the prisoners Solaan had seen in the Syndicate’s intel video. But this person was far too savage to be a human… far too determined to attack him… not to mention, they had more than two arms…

She didn’t have time to think about it.

With an angry shout and surge of blue biotic energy streaming around her, she set her sights on it as it jumped about, locked on with focus, and charged.

Her body, surrounded by the sheer power of mass effect fields and biotic force, shot forward like a rocket of pure destructive energy, slamming into the thing.  There was explosive sound, then the dull squelch of flesh blasting apart, ribs breaking, mashing into an unfortunate pulp.  Bloody flesh chunks sprayed everywhere.

Just to be safe, Vidra rammed her omniblade through the remains of the thing’s skull.

She tapped her visor, locking into the communication signal.

“Ghost in.  Stuff happened, we started ten minutes early. Tangos include multi-limbed organic humanoid… things.  Don’t seem intelligent.  Stick to plan, adjust if need be, be careful.”

Then she bounded up to Solaan, who hadn’t seemed to move during the entire encounter.  

“We’re going in. Shoot straight.  Keep your shields up.”

Nobody, great.

Solaan glanced between Proxy and Vidra for a moment. An anxious tick in his left foot caused him to stomp repeatedly on the ground. 

At last he caught Proxy in the eye and said, “Ah ah, no offense or anything, but the Vidla turian has a point. About you um not being nice or leaderlike or anything? Ah ah, and maybe you don’t know everything about everything. Sorry sorry, don’t mean to be mean… just…” Solaan shrugged uncomfortably, clearly unaccustomed to providing negative feedback. “I think I’d rather follow her and her plan. So…”

“Sounds good Josh,” she replied.  “Focus on your mission, get a group.  Solaan, you…” her voice trailed off.  She honestly had no idea what to do with him.  He was loud and likely liable to give away the infiltration group, but given his general demeanor, probably lacked any formal combat experience…

But she had an idea.

“Solaan, you’re with me.  We gotta chat,” she stated.  “You get to be a hero in about twenty minutes.  But we also gotta make sure you’re a living hero by the end.”

“I’m usually the person who gets the information on these missions from the Collective, so that means the Collective must think I’m a good leader and everything,” answered Solaan. “But the Collective doesn’t establish chain of command with us organic peeps actually. Robots let us figure it out ourselves. But that’s okay. Because I’ve done a great job with every mission so far, and we’ve had a lot of great and grandiose successes. 

“That is… definitely not a position I wanted to be in,” she replied bluntly.  Oh spirits, they’re gonna die if I don’t.  “But just for this mission… sure.  I guess.”

The grimace on her face was very visible.

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@moe-lazyeye @sen-solaan @investigation-officer-hops @kroottheflora

Solaan did not know what to do with Hughes’ outstretched hand, so instead of shaking it, the alien, held out his hand and mirrored the man. He kept it outstretched into space a few moments before pulling it up to his neck and yanking at one of his six splendid collars. Like always, Solaan was dramatically, impractically overdressed.

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@moe-lazyeye @sen-solaan @investigation-officer-hops @kroottheflora

-message-transmitting…

-source/gondrin-city…

-destination/hub…

“Dear Sirs…It is a matter of urgency that the people of Gondrin receive your assistance. Your reputation of dispatching mercenary experts to deal with our galaxies problems precedes you and, again, we need your help. One of our lords has fallen ill, in a way we can not identify, explain, or cure. We have reason to believe there is foul play involved despite its appearance of a natural phenomenon. What is worse, the sickness is spreading. I understand this is not a common request for mercenaries. But we are desperate and your organization is our last hope. Please send us anyone who can find out the cause of this and a way to stop it. We can worry about a cure later. You will all be rewarded handsomely from the king himself.”

…

…

-forwarding message…

Solaan shifted around in Kroot’s arms, trying to figure out this situation. He seemed to come awake quickly enough, twitching rapidly as he squirmed toward the monitor and read the message Kroot was pointing to.

“Oh goodness! Disease? Spreading? That doesn’t sound good!” Solaan shook his head, exclaiming, “Glad you saw this right away, Kaloot! This would be bad if we just didn’t like notice it right away. Don’t want it to spread. 

“You know what, I don’t care if we’re on autopilot right now or if someone’s currently steering this thing. Imma gonna march righty on over there and get myself some NEW DESTINATION right now!”

But of course, she’d decided that this was a kind of thing that required her to actually stalk Solaan and those who were going, because she is an idiot who doesn’t know how to do stuff, and also because she wanted to see Solaan act independently with our her. And well, there’s always her “purpose”, and the target was Solaan… Yes she is creepy…and makes no sense… But hey that’s her.

“But regardless, first thing’s first, going to go and fly to the planet. Should probably talk straight with the person who invited me to this disease-ridden place before I go making solutions. Something concocted before I get there is bound to be an incomplete and premature solution as versus the real deal savior of the problem.”

On the hanger deck of Godrin city, the nobleman who contacted them, Hughes, watched the ships approach. “this is it,” the thought to himself. “these mercenaries are our last chance. They know danger, they know how to beat a challenge, they know how to investigate…” he paused, watching how the ship was being handled as it made its descent. “Do….do they know how to fly a ship?”

It turned out that no one, not even Mira, was aboard the Unity’s bridge. Thus, it was easy for Solaan to nab the controls and try to handle the ship.

It had been a long time since he had piloted any vessels through space, and those ships had been a far different size, class, and construct. One had only enough room for several scientists; the latter, the escape pod, a solo individual - himself. Those flight experiences had gone smoothly enough… the senaalian government would not have allowed a fool to be in charge of such expensive equipment.

This ship was a little different than that to which he was accustomed. He had never piloted anything like this. His eyes peeped around in a rapid study session of the controls. The technology appeared easy enough - standard equipment, typical manual vehicular controls, good computer guidance systems. Yes, he could do this without a problem.

Smoothly the ship glided toward the atmosphere. Solaan frowned, licked his eyeballs a few times, and concentrated on what he would have to do. Entering atmosphere… what was the composition of this planet’s atmosphere, what was its pressure, what was its average temperatures, what velocities would he need to decelerate to before touching atmosphere? The data mentioned nothing on the console screen - that he could see anyway - he’d have to make the best guesses and calculations as he could. 

And then his PCD flashed and beeped, indicating a new message received. At once he jumped up, astonished at the noise, and began fighting his own arm to turn the sound off. The message was from Proxy; he quickly glanced at it, trying to skim-read and steer at the same time. It didn’t quite work. The Unity jolted.

With a squeak Solaan returned his primary attention to the controls. The ship stabilized… but veered toward the atmosphere.

Ohhhhh but I didn’t do all my calculations for the descent! he fretted, bracing for the worst.

The ship smoothly entered the atmosphere.

His antenna twitched in relief, and he began to focus on maneuvering the ship toward the coordinates he had been given.