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phantomphangphucker · 4 years

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Ectober Week Fog/Splatter (Also Works For Darkness/Poison And Glow Stick/REDRUM): Poised To Go Splat

Casper high, predictably, can’t even have a normal dance without it getting interrupted by something ecto.

Danny pushes in the gymnasium doors, drink -which is, in his opinion, unfortunately non-alcoholic punch- already in hand. Side-stepping and leaning against the wall purely to watch the pulsing, flashing, moving strobe lights and laser beams bouncing off and curving over people glowing bright neons thanks to the blacklight. Excluding that light, it was borderline pitch-black; which he finds he’s perfectly content with. Being able to see in even absolute dark and all that. Honestly, this would probably look cooler without his fantastic night vision. Seeing as everyone else probably can’t see the turned off ceiling lights or teachers dressed in dark colours hanging out watching the dance. But fuck, at least his parents aren’t here this time. Lancer is, but Lancer’s probably the only teacher left who doesn’t hate his entire being, guts, and continued existence.

Looking around at the decorations as he wanders aimlessly over to the food table, thank everything the theme was Creepy Critters, guess the school and town were finally tiring of making goddamn everything ghost-themed. Sure it was funny and ironic at first -honestly come on, a ghost going to ghost-themed events? HILARIOUS- but things lose that little spark of novelty real quick. Especially when you are a ghost -or half of one at least-, are surrounded by and fighting other ghosts, have ghost hunters for parents and friends, and live in the most haunted town in the world. Ghosts were their thing but nobody likes a one-trick pony, especially the people living with said pony. Now what does ponies have to do with the current Halloween Casper high ball and him acquiring fake cheesy snacks? Absolutely nothing. He’s not even wearing a pony costume. Sure he thought about it, FrightKnight would argue that undead alicorns absolutely do count as a creepy critter, but Danny’s pretty sure that’s not what the school was going for here.

Needless to say, Danny’s rocking a pretty solid -if he says so himself- raven costume. And sure, maybe it was glowing all by itself and maybe the feathers were just slightly sentient and made of black moulded ectoplasm, but it’s not like anyone here’s going to notice that. Danny is exceptionally experienced with what people will and will not notice in this school and town. Regardless, he gets his hands on his sweet cheesy puffs... and is instantly disappointed they got the no-name brand. Those things were so greasy they legitimately tasted like straight-up flavourless grease, just with a side of cheese. Like someone poured grease into a mould, filled it with air to make it puffy ‘n shit, and then sprinkled some cheese on top like an afterthought. Needless to say, he eats an entire handful. Danny Fenton-Phantom is not a man -teen, whatever- of refined tastes or any large amount of standards. He’ll eat cheese-flavoured grease, he’ll do it gladly.

Deciding to meander onto the dance floor aka the centre of the gym, to enjoy the light show and attempt to get lost in it a little. Most people are chitchatting with their friends, dancing stupidly, pretending to be drunk, or pretending they’re about to sneak into the bathroom to fuck purely to get a rise out of the teachers. Sure it takes all of half an hour for someone to start smashing apart glow sticks and smear the liquid around, which of course cause practically half his fellow teens -including him in all honesty- to follow suit, but that’s really par for the course at any Highschool dance worth it’s salt and ectoplasm. Besides, not like he actually had to wash his costume, fuck that he’ll just absorb the ectoplasm into his system; leaving the probably toxic glow stick juice though. He doesn’t have standards but he does have at least a mild desire to not intentionally poison himself. Regardless of the fact that his ectoplasm would just destroy whatever toxins anyway. Thinking of that though, maybe he could, like, drink one or two just to freak people out. It’s not a Casper party unless Danny Fenton does something weird and freaky, right? And pretending to get repeatedly trapped inside the mirrors and writing on them to be freed was so last year, like, literally last year. Yeah fuck it, self-inflicted poisoning be damned, that’s what he’s doing this year. Meaning he promptly snaps one open and shotguns it while winking at one of the teachers he can easily see. They scowl and throw out their hands to the side. Mission accomplished already. Nice.

Vaguely he wonders what the heck his friends are up to while he dances loosely and only absently aware of people around him. He knows neither’s coming, Tucker being grounded and Sam disliking the idea of school parties while also not being willing to tolerate one purely to keep Danny company. Which was fine, he could entertain and enjoy himself by himself just fine. And he gets that he can be a little much for most people, his friends included. But hey, they haven’t totally ditched him in life/half-life, so he’s going to consider it a plus. Tilting his head back to let some of the flashing beams periodically flash him straight in the eyes, how it made everything else blackout for a bit was a nice effect even if the light bordered on painfully bright for those split seconds. He gets his friends pulling away from him some, really it was hard for humans to be close with anything that wasn’t quite human enough. Same reason Vlad was utterly friendless, alongside being an evil nutcase anyway. Danny honestly doesn’t mind, honest, he’s perfected the loner act at least to some degree most of his life. He was always only close enough with people to be able to include them in his social circle. Sure Sam and Tucker got almost unhealthily close and attached to him for a while there, but the whole ‘we almost killed you and need to protect your dumbass now because fuck, you died’ and ‘this hero thing is cool af’ things wore off real quick. Their friendship was effectively back to normal now, close but at arm's length. He liked the breathing space even if it was just slightly lonely. But again, as he spins and twists a little, he’s perfected the sorta-loner thing.

He shotguns another little glow stick -that he’s pretty sure used to be wrapped around someone’s wrist- and lays spread out on the ground; not really giving a damn about occasionally being stepped on and waving off anyone who checks on him with a cheeky ‘I'm good’. That gets boring really quick though, especially as people just consciously know to avoid his spot on the floor now. He paused in his almost attempt to push himself up at hearing someone mutter, “ah yes! Finally got this stupid thing working”. Danny tilting his head at seeing something vibrate on the ceiling before making a hissing sound and spitting out fog. Ah, so they actually dished out for a fog machine? Oh wait, never-mind. It’s got a little green flaming F on it. Ah fuck, he should probably be worried about that, that F was probably ominous all things considered. But he can’t really be bothered to do more than watch it spit fog for a bit, fog machines were frickin’ awesome. He should totally buy one. Or make one.

It don’t take long to hear a couple mildly impressed sounds over the fogging up air above everyone’s heads, and a few complaints about it apparently smelling like rotten lime juice and cat piss. Which yeah, definitely ominous. Weren’t fog machines supposed to smell like fake vanilla or something? Make you wonder just what the Hell the added strong vanilla was there to attempt at covering up. Maybe this was just what it smelled like without the added vanilla. Doubtful and Danny’s hardly ever that lucky. Hence why he’s deciding staying on the floor is officially a good idea. Watching the effect with the lasers ‘n shit is cool as heck though.

He absolutely can tell when the fog gets far enough and thick enough to reach him, ‘cause the ecto making up his costume gets just vaguely liquidy. Oh yeah, he should probably nope out of this situation. At the very least if this stuff destroyed his costume he’d be stuck in just his boxers and a wife-beater. No one needs to see that. Or more specifically, he doesn’t want anyone to see that; considering all the scarring and the muscle he’s at least attempting to hide from the school at large.

Deciding to sit up and immediately deciding that crawling would have been a better idea at feeling like someone just started jabbing tiny needles into his face, which he immediately winces at and gets up. Pushing his way past the people, some looking legitimately drunk or otherwise like hot garbage. Zone, he probably looks drunk right about now since there is precisely zero chance he’s walking in a straight line considering how everything’s warping, bending, and pulsing. Yup, leave it to his parents to absently poison him at a seemingly basic normal high school dance. Lovely.

Well at least he got to have a good time for a while there. Right now though? He so totally is going to throw up. It’s happening and it can either happen on the dance floor -gross and unpleasant for everyone around- or in the locker room/bathroom -also gross, in fact it’s just slightly more gross but less embarrassing. But it’ll be less gross for everyone else. Which, come on, other people kinda tend to be his priority.

One stroke of luck though, the locker room is blessedly empty. Saving anyone from gross or just downright weird collateral when his costume effectively explodes in a sticky gooey ectoplasmic mess. Splattering all across the room while also sticking to him like some kind of disgusting vaguely sentient tar. Which effectively flings him into the centre of the room, smashing his back onto one of the benches, and makes wet slurpy suction noises when he lands on the ground properly. He absently thinks it was the single most comical stereotypical sounding ‘splat’ noise he’s ever heard, as he groans slightly.

Unsticking his arm from the ground with wet thwap suction noises to shot his hand over his mouth as he gags. Ah yup, there’s the whole vomit thing he was talking about. Shit body, time to get up. Preferably, like, now. It takes an honestly ungodly amount of effort to peel himself off the floor, the black ectoplasm still sticking and stretching with him as he stagger walks to the bathroom and effectively throws himself at the toilet; smashing his head on the ceramic tank in the process. Because, apparently, vomiting wasn’t enough for him. No. He also needed to have a mild headache. Fun.

It takes about three seconds before he feels like he’s hurling up his entire insides -which is a plausible theory- along with inner layers of flesh -also quite possible- and it glows ridiculously; that last one he can probably blame at least partly on the whole glow stick juice shooters idea of his.

Blinking down into the toilet bowl and wheezing, single most interesting mixture of glowing colours he’s seen in a long-ass time. And oh, yup more vomiting. Ah fuck, Jesus. He shoulda stayed home. He straight up really does feel like his insides are just mildly being torn apart or maybe liquified. Which, considering his costume and it’s black splatter remains, might be legitimately accurate. Which is, like, super not good for his half ecto ass. The fuck’s he supposed to do about it though? He’s stuck with his head in a toilet, ironically splattering the inside of that bowl about as much as the rest of the place was already messy with ecto.

He should at least attempt to do something about this. His phone is fuck knows where in the black mess behind him. Ancients knows if it even still will work properly after getting effectively soaked in supremely sticky ectoplasm and probably thrown violently into something. Eh, nobody said his ass wasn’t creative; hacking up his innards or not. Electing to use some of the ectoplasm -he’s not going to question how the heck he’s able to consciously move the black ecto. Beyond that he probably absorbed it some, in some weird attempt to make up for the glow stick contaminated crap he’s been hacking up- to smear a little ‘get help’ and ‘preferably from my dumbass parents’ on the mirrors, since speaking is kinda out of the option here. Not that anyone will walk in here and not call for help; this was kinda noticeable after all.

By the time someone does wander in he’s groaning into the stupid toilet -that he just mildly hates and feels way too friendly with at the moment- and feeling like his skin is going to bubble right off his muscles, his bones feel a little loose and wet too. Which, like, all that is a super supremely not good sign. Fuck, sometimes he wished his parents were just stupid rather than stupid smart. They wouldn’t be mildly good at actually hurting his ecto-ass otherwise.

“Oh holy crap, what the fuck”. Whoever’s footsteps get closer and make squelching noises, “oh god ew, why is it so sticky? Ah ew”. Danny retches again just to make a point that would dude bro to hurry the fuck up. “Fuck. Fenton? Of course it’s you, and- oh well that’s actually worrying. Ah, I’m just gonna go call your folks. Jesus fuck. You are one poor son of a bitch, you know that?”. Danny obviously doesn’t reply to that beyond sticking up a kinda floppy saggy arm and flipping the guy off weakly. “Wow fuck, that’s- uh. Are you like dissolving or something. Why the fuck do I still live in this tow- oh yeah hi! I don’t know what’s up but Fen-Danny dude is going all exorcist in the school locker rooms. Also kinda looks like he exploded black tar everywhere and bones seem questionable at best and pretty sure the toilet is, like, glowing or some shit so maybe come and like get him? So someone doesn’t have to, like, tie a liquid Danny up in garbage bags”. Ancients, people are way too used to weird shit in this fucking town.

Danny can almost hear his parents freaking the Hell out over the dudes phone, he would be actually able to hear it if it didn’t sound like he was underwater and actively sinking down deeper. This, decidedly, sucks. But he’s kinda good at the whole dissociating away the pain and other awfulness at this point. He feels it but like he’s watching himself feel it rather than directly feeling it. It’s a lot and kinda everything, but he’s not really there for it.

He feels the guy try to pat his back or some shit, whatever it is it definitely doesn’t happen right and he can feel himself latching onto the dude and sucking out whatever bits of ectoplasm the dude’s carting around in his system -every Amity Parker was ecto-contaminates after all- and Danny’s body kinda just devours it for some more energy. “Oh god, congrats I’m officially disgusted. I mean, I already was but give me back my freaking arm. Cannibalism is so not your style. Jesus”.

Both of them hear someone else opening the door. “I really wouldn’t, there’s some honestly nasty shit going on and this tar stuff is like fucking flypaper or some shit”.

“Holy fuck! Okay this is kinda cool and super Halloween-esque. But yeah- oh fuck! Hell no!”. Danny can tell the black ecto -which, fuck, absolutely part of him now. Cool. He needed the energy anyway- has sorta bubbled and popped onto the new guy and grabs at him. Promptly absorbing more ecto from that dude and apparently his ecto has just decided that this is the course of emergency action. Decontaminate people via lowkey ecto-cannibalising them. Yeah this is his luck alright. Not that this is actually really making him any better, since he just keeps throwing whatever up. But hey, it’s keeping him from getting worse. That’s something. What he honestly doesn’t appreciate really is new guy running out of the bathroom and taking a stretchy string of black with him. Right back to the whole poison fog situation. So he makes a damn point to smack more ecto on the mirror, ‘fog machine off’.

“Ah, you literally have not let go of my arm. But ah fuck, I’ll just text a friend. Fuck man”.

The dance outside goes into mild panic chaos mode as soon as a guy book’s it out of the locker rooms like he’s attempting to flee from the black thing grabbing him, which promptly just explodes and splatters everywhere. Coating, bubbling, crawling, and splattering all over the floor, walls, and multiple people. From there it practically spreads around like a freaking plague sticking from person to person.

Someone does manage to get to one of the teachers though, “the, fog machine, it’s causing this, shit”. The teacher sighs, “of course something the Fenton's made is causing this”, and runs off.

The chaos only gets worse when the Fenton’s themselves barge in, everyone pointing at the black stuff -which they can’t even be sure is ectoplasm at this point- or at the locker room doors. Which is enough to jerk the two hunters out of their shock and get them back to bolting to the locker rooms, which had been their goal to begin with. Meanwhile, the teachers attempt to free people from the sticky mess, fend the black stuff off, or control the chaos. Everyone wondering why the heck school dancers can literally never ever go off without a hitch.

Danny makes a point to smear up the mirror messages at just vaguely scenting his folks, while the dude mutters, “oh thank fuck”. Danny can practically feel the guy flailing around the arm that isn’t apparently stuck in him, which like mind trip right? Not that this entire event wasn’t already a bullshit trip and a half.

Seconds later feeling a very solid hand on his shoulder as he retches a little more and feels dude guy get yanked away from him. Well obvious as shit what happened there. His folks suits were ecto-phobic and ecto-proof after all. “Danny? Sweetie?”. Ah so that was his mom. Nice to know. He’d like to leave this entire situation now. Thank you very much.

He can hear her scowl and sounding slightly less directly talking to him, “damnit. Looks like the ecto-repulsitory solution is affecting him. I knew we should have tested it at home”.

“There was hardly time Mads! Nothing for it now I guess!”. His dad freaking laughs. Cool. Glad they’re having fun. They could totally help him out here any minute now. Like, any minute now.

Those glow sticks were a bloody terrible idea, the toilet smells fucking rank and he’s blaming it on that; he needs some kind of scapegoat after all, and it sure as shit wasn’t gonna be his ecto.

Who he’s assuming is his mom pulls him back and he sorta collapses backwards -into what he’s just gonna assume is a blanket- rather bonelessly. Like, literally boneless. As in, fuck he’s so totally a vaguely person-shaped sorta semi-solid liquid right now. Lovely. He should probably pull himself together before he scares the piss, shit and vinegar out of his folks. And hey, he’s not smelling or tasting the lime anymore so he might actually be successful at that. Though he makes some not particularly impressed or happy gag/grumbling noises at feeling his folks physically trying to tear off stuff from him. Probably the black ecto, which was kinda understandable at the moment. But fuck, that’s kinda all that’s feeding him ecto-energy at the moment so kindly fuck off yeah? He does manage to slur out, “mom”, in an annoyed tone before gaging and coving his mouth with a very limp hand again.

“Jack, bucket now”. Which yeah cool, he’s down for not throwing up all over himself. So fine, he appreciates the bucket as he hacks and gags some more. But at the very least the whole vomit ecto thing feels less thick and sticky, more vaguely like light water. Which may or may not be a good thing. But that’s pretty typical for, like, half the shit that happens to him these days. He gives his folks a little thumbs up when he’s done though. Partly to be an ass, partly to be reassuring. Those two things don’t seem like they can coexist, but by the Ancients do they ever. His mom takes the bucket away.

Blinking his eyes open a bit blearily, noting being wrapped in a towel -an anti-ecto one specifically- like a little Danny burrito. Not that he was exactly edible. Zone, he very explicitly wasn’t edible. Considering how ectoplasm was pretty gosh darn toxic. Glancing around at the black sticky splattered everywhere, well damn he sure made one Hell of a mess. The poor fucking janitor. It looks like his folks successfully ripped it all off him and are using the blanket to keep it all off. Explains why he feels tired and energetically spent then. Wasn’t being fed/absorbing ectoplasmic energy any more. Eh oh well, not that he can really complain about that to his folks. Instead choosing to groan a little, “what have I told you guys, about not testing shit against, me and my shit, before using it, like this”. And really? They have had this conversation dozens of times. Sure they still -how they haven’t come across the idea of halfas yet is absolutely befuddling- thought he was just weirdly ecto-contaminated. But they knew shit affected him and yet....

“Sorry Sweetie”.

His dad laughs a little, “we were in a bit of a rush. Wanted to protect the dance from ghosts you know!”.

Danny snorts, oh yeah, they so totally protected it from ghosts... by literally poisoning one. “Funny thing. Don’t think no ghost, has ever crashed, one of the dances. Usually you guys”. Ah Hell, he didn’t mean for that to sound kinda cutting; based on their slight grimaces it was at least somewhat hurtful. Which of course means now he’s gotta fix that. Fuck him. “Didn’t mean it, that way. Aw Hell whatever. Let’s just go home, yeah?”.

His dad scoops him up without any hesitation, “you sure Danny-boy?”.

Danny rolls his eyes tiredly, slumping bonelessly, “I doubt I’ll be, doing much more dancing”. Hell, was anyone? Judging by how they all kinda scuttle embarrassingly out of the locker room to a gym filled with only sticky black and people still yanking their limbs and shoes out of the tar-like ectoplasm. Why the heck the laser light show is still going on he doesn’t have the slightest clue. But hey, it looks pretty fucking cool, he’ll give it that. He kinda wanted to squirm out of his fabric confines and reach down to scoop some up, it was kinda part of him after all, but Ancients knows what in all is in that stuff at this point. Bits of other people’s contamination, fog poison, glow stick juice, generalised floor hunk, food and juice obviously, maybe even bits of people’s food. Yeah, he’s gonna give that one a hard pass. Plus his folks would freak at him. They didn’t exactly want him more ‘contaminated’, after all. Still he gives an impressed whistle. One of the teachers scowling at him, “you just had to one-up yourself huh?”. Which Danny gives a cheeky lopsided and slightly melty smile at.

Danny speaks back up as his folks settle him down in the GAV, “so, what’s that stuff supposed to do? What did it even do?”. He has a few ideas but better to let them explain themselves to him. Their intentions did matter at least a little.

His dad perks up, “oh! It was supposed to disorient and discombobulate any ghosts! And make them unable to use abilities by making their ectoplasmic cells disjointed!”, then looking rather guilty, “I guess with you it made your more unusual ecto suffer some kind of disconnect with the rest of you. Like it made your body think it was rotten. Like food poisoning! And made your ecto ‘think’ your body was foreign so it tried dissolving it!”, tapping his chin, “not the slightest idea what was up with the black stuff clinging to you though”, and looks to his mom who shrugs.

Danny will admit that shit was confusing as Hell, so fine that would make a suitable deterrent. Not so suitable when the thing it’s trying to deter can’t fucking move away from it effectively though. So major design flaw there. Ah well, with his less than pleasant -for everyone involved- reaction, they’ll probably scrap this particular experiment. Which is totally fine by him. He may as well satiate their curiosity a little, to avoid any repeat incidences at the least, “ah well, I may have went and made my costume out of some of that black purified experimental ectoplasm”.

His mom blinks at him, “you did what???”, shaking her head in clear disbelief, though really they should expect this kind of stunt from him at this point, “sweetie, did you at least have something protecting your skin?”.

Danny grins a little, “I used that spray stuff”, which wasn’t even a lie. Walking around a dance with literal purified ecto on him without spraying on some kind of barrier to keep it from hurting anyone would have been grade A stupid, even for him. And honestly? That probably saved his ass slightly, was probably why that ecto had been able to absorb other ecto at all instead of just being a liquid sticky mess.

His mom taps her chin, “huh, the caustic interaction between the settled spray and fog formula must have caused the ectoplasm to coagulate and seek out energy sources”. Danny decidedly doesn’t say shit, let them think what they want. While she continues, “and you were its closest potential source but were obviously having a reaction yourself, so it just clung to you instead”. It would probably be mean of him to point at that it was kinda part of him at that point and that he could absolutely feel through it. Or that it wasn’t feeding itself but rather him. So that he, y’ know, would, like, pass out from energy loss or some shit. Passing out in a toilet, ugh that so would have been not fun. Thank you weirdly sticky black ecto stuff.

Anyway, he yawns, because now he’s tired and would like to genuinely replenish all the ecto he hacked up. At least he was a bit more solid now though. That was a positive something.

His mom smiles at him sweetly a bit as they get home, “I guess we best let you rest rather than spewing theories at you”, and nods at his dad, who swiftly and surprisingly smoothly scoops him up. Danny’s cool with this particular course of action, not making a fuss about his dad carrying him up to his room or his mom kissing him on the forehead afterwards.

Eyeing his phone, naw, he’ll let his friends find out on their own and be confused for a bit. That’s what they get for sorta ditching him.

Nightshade: do I want to know how you ‘unleashed a black slime monster’ at the dance?

PDAxpda: ???

PDAxpda: ‘monster’ not ‘ghost’

PDAxpda: found photo the heckers

Nightshade: someone also mentioned you got drunk on glow sticks and vomited literal rainbows

Nightshade: nice asettic but yoyr a dumbass

PDAxpda: 💯 that shits toxic

PDAxpda: not that that matters to a certain someone

Dpain: 😉

Dpain: and I guess I kinda qualify as a monster

PDAxpda: I hate the implications there

Nightshade: that black shit was you wasn’t it you ass

Dpain: only vaguly

Dpain: nebulously

Dpain: margunally

Nightshade: I hate you

Dpain: 😏

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solarwindandcosmicash · 7 years

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priority: eden prime (part i)

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Absent: Kate’s player, Vekar’s player

The party arrives on Eden Prime to find that they, through Annos, had been summoned by Liara T’Soni. She explains that the temple she is studying is undergoing some kind of mysterious phenomenon that prevents communication and, by all regards, escape. She sends the party in in hopes that they will be able to find out what is going on. Inside, the party discovers that prothean artifacts are causing time to loop over and over again; with Liara’s student, Falavi, the party races against the clock to stop the loops and save everyone - and themselves.

operation: all that glitters An art enthusiast had entered the temple prior to the phenomenon preventing entry and escape; the party discovers that this person was one of Beetle’s partners, an asari named Holosmea Pratora. Ze was alive but unconscious when the party found zem, and it’s clear zir presence worries Beetle immensely.

summary

The party lands on Edem Prime alongside Aster, from whom they learn that the Apricity is elsewhere and that he had joined them in order to act as their remote help, essentially. During this time, they walk to the campsite at the foot of an ancient prothean temple, where they discover the entire operation is being run by Liara T’Soni, now a professor at a prestigious university on Thessia. She explains that she and her coworkers have discovered a way to get into the temple, but haven’t been able to reach anyone inside, including the original group of researchers that had sparked the Broker’s interest in the first place. She then asks the party to locate the missing scientists inside the temple and to find her student, hopefully figuring out what was going on inside the temple in the process.

At the last minute, Liara mentions that an art enthusiast was also inside the temple - a civilian. She points them to a human around the campsite to ask for information, informing them to find her when they are ready to get started.

The human ends up being Sihhum Nazari, one of Beetle’s partners. The party learns from her that the art enthusiast is an asari named Holosmea Pratora, the other of Beetle’s partners, and that ze had received some kind of strange inspiration from something on Thessia that compelled zem to come to Eden Prime. Sihhum had followed zem out of concern, only to have lost track of zem when they entered the temple, and she asks the party to find her and bring her back safely, warning them to be careful.

The party then returns to Liara, who is waiting with Aster. She guides them inside using a biotic barrier around them, and when the party enters, they find themselves in a small, square room that is clearly ancient and worn with time. They quickly discover that the entire place is like a maze and work their way through the various rooms, discovering several of the scientists Liara had mentioned as well as Holosmea, who ends up being unconscious but otherwise alive. The party dumps everyone they find in one room for some kind of safekeeping as they proceed forward, though they eventually find Falavi, Liara’s student, shot in the back of the head.

As they return to the room where everyone else is being kept, fearing for their safety, they hear a distant explosion. The temple rumbles ominously around them, and the party arrives in the room just in time for the stones to collapse upon then, killing everyone instantly. The next thing the party knows, they’re opening their eyes again, and they are back at the temple’s entrance. A quick check reveals that everything is as if they had just entered; essentially, time had just looped. This time, the party quickly finds Falavi and discovers that she’s alive; she leads them to a room containing a prothean artifact, but upon arrival, it explodes, killing them instantly. Time loops again, the party manages to get Falavi to the artifact in time to prevent it from exploding.

While Falavi is subduing the artifact, however, the party fights a party of raiders, who have the white wing patch on their white shoulders - the same as the rebels on Anhur. Though they manage to defeat them, setting fire to the room in the process, Falavi reveals that they must question the raiders to figure out where a second prothean artifact is. After a drawn-out interrogation, the party manages to get directions to the second artifact, and they set off to find it soon thereafter. Along the way, they fight off two more raiders, and can only hope they reach the second artifact in time before the fire spreads to the from where they are keeping everyone else.

notable lines + interactions

DM: I almost want to see what happens when I leave you alone in the shuttle for five minutes, but I’m just gonna say you get to Eden Prime right away - Phos, OOC: Damn. Beetle, OOC: We crash the shuttle. Vasir, OOC: Well, I mean, if you want to force us to talk to people more, that’s your perogative. DM: I honestly don’t give a shit - Phos, OOC: We never finished our nice, little tea party! DM, sighing: You can deal with that later.

DM: But you’re pretty sure it wasn’t like this, because it’s very, very quiet, in a way that makes you, like, it’s - it’s just not right, like if you had hairs on the back of your neck, they would be rising. Phos, OOC: Get the tingle-tangles. Tingly-tingly feels.

DM: And as you approach, you see one of the asari scientists wave security away and kind of drop her datapad before making her way over to you. Phos, OOC: That is not how you handle technology. DM: It’s a datapad, you can do whatever you want with that.

Aster: This is Doctor Liara T’Soni. Doctor, in order, this is Phos, Vasir’Rama, Vekar, Kate, and... Beetle. DM: Because he was trying to remember your name and couldn’t remember what it was.

Vasir: Given this is Eden Prime, I’m honestly expecting things to go wrong. Liara: Yes, that’s - that’s fair. Phos, OOC: Phos elbows Vasir for that, like, “no, no, don’t say that!” Beetle, OOC: It’s never puppy planet or anything, it’s always Eden Prime, and the Citadel.

Beetle: So our only options are to find a way out or be entombed forever. Cool! Liara: Presumably. Vasir: Reminds me of some bad earth movies. Beetle: I can’t wait to be found in five hundred years.

Vasir, OOC: Vasir gives Phos a glance, like, ‘I told you so,’ about things going wrong on Eden Prime. Beetle, OOC: [laughter] Phos, OOC: Well, it’s not bad to stay optimistic.

Phos, OOC: Phos is kind of staring at Beetle - like, you - this was not offered to be as information at our tea party! DM: Phos is like, “You didn’t give me the dirt! We didn’t gossip about this! The fuck’s wrong with you!” Phos, OOC: I told you about how I strangled a - a person and you didn’t tell me you had partners? DM: Minus ten friendship points.

Phos, OOC: Well, if Phos had one, this would be a situation where she’s rubbing the bridge of her nose, like, “Okay, this got a lot more complicated all of a sudden.” Beetle, OOC: Mood.

Beetle: Should we have a designated body room? DM: Uh - yeah, Vekar’s down for that, but Kate looks vaguely disgusted. Beetle, OOC: She’s probably thinking, like, “You could’ve phrased that better.” DM: That’s exactly what she’s thinking, yeah.

Beetle: This is going to be weird, but we should put [Holosmea] in the... body room? Phos: I’ll - I’ll carry zem, okay. Beetle: Feels weird to put my partner in a body room, now that I’m thinking about it. Could’ve picked a better term for that.

Beetle, OOC: Sweet! No physics-defying architecture here.

Phos, OOC: I should draw this frickin’ maze to get a look at it. DM: I drew this frickin’ maze.

Vekar: Should we take them back to the body room? Beetle, OOC: [laughter] Phos: Yeah, that’s probably a good idea - DM: Kate’s just, like, distastefully like, “Really?” Just wrinkling her nose. Beetle, OOC: Beetle just looks at them and is like - Beetle: Hm, I don’t think he makes the cut for the body room. Phos: There’s no time for discrimination, Beetle.

DM: You’re two straights from the entrance, basically. [quieter] Two straights. Heh. Vasir, OOC: [disbelieving laughter] Beetle, OOC: Oh, wow, so that’s the two people that we found: the two straights. DM: Goddammit.

DM: It is very, very likely that I’m saying these directions wrong, because I’m terrible with my right and left, so I apologize if I mess it up. Vasir, OOC: As long as you’re referring to your image - DM, laughing: I am - Vasir, OOC: At least you won’t get lost. DM: You overestimate my directional skills.

Beetle, after stealing Falavi’s ID card: My ID now.

Beetle: Now that I’ve thought about it. Irrational thought process. [pause] Possibly not the best idea to leave everyone in one room together. DM: [laughs] Beetle: I’m not moving those bodies. Kate: Isn’t one of them your partner, though? Beetle: Um... yeah, alright. I’ll move zem.

Beetle, OOC: Well, wait. Beetle has like... tape and wire. Can we make, like, a harness? Can we make a partner harness? DM: I don’t know what to make you roll for that. Hm. Phos, OOC: Maybe something like - DM: No, no, wait, I’ve got it. If you really want to do this, roll... mechanical. And you’re going to have to roll really, really high.

DM: [. . .] and all of you are crushed immediately and are dead. Beetle, instantly and OOC: Cool beans. Finally. Death’s taking the initiative this time.

Vasir: It’s like everything’s reset. But I don’t know how it could do that. Beetle: I have no idea, but my partner’s still alive, so I’m peachy keen. Vasir: Yeah, but... how could this happen?

DM, reading off of her phone: “There’s a flash flood warning in this area.” Uh-oh, that’s bad. Vasir, OOC: Roll for survival. DM: Yeah, exactly. I mean, I’m fine, because I’m on a hill but - it’d be interesting if the power went out, though. Anyway.

DM: What did you call this? A baby harness? Vasir, OOC: A partner harness. Beetle, OOC: [posts this in discord]

DM: Why did you have to bring The Final Pam in here?

DM: And so you build this - partner harness for - who is it for? Phos? Okay, so Phos, write this down in your inventory, you have a partner harness now. Phos, OOC: Oh, god. Vasir and Beetle, OOC: [slowly but surely losing their shit]

DM: [fucks up reading the map she drew for the fourth time] DM: I’m sorry. My directions are terrible. I warned you this might happen.

Beetle, OOC: Hey, if we die, we can just try again.

DM: Okay, so let’s say you grab Falavi and both human scientists, and you just - [starts breaking down laughing] bring all of them back to the body room? Vasir, laughing and OOC: Yeah.

DM: Eh. Vekar would probably try to do some healing, right? Vasir, OOC: Probably. DM: Probably.

DM: I feel like Kate would charge. I think that’s something she would do. Vasir, OOC: Probably. DM: Probably.

DM: Let me roll for Falavi. [pause, wherein DM rolls a crit fail] Ehh. I’ll give her advantage. [pause] Okay, well. Phos, OOC: What? DM: Despite giving Falavi advantage, she got a 3. Vasir, OOC: She got shot in the head, you can cut her some slack. DM: Yeah - wait, no, she wasn’t shot in the head, actually. Beetle, OOC: Yeah, she was shot in the back. DM: No, actually, she hasn’t been shot at all. Beetle, OOC: Ooooh.

DM: Beetle, you strain your... aural canals, with A-U, and - Beetle, OOC: My ear holes. DM, tiredly: Your ear holes.

Beetle, OOC: Who’s ready for baby harness part two?

Phos, OOC: I put [Falavi] down. Not, like, dumping her or anything, just putting her down. DM: Yeah, okay, you put her down, and she punches you in the shoulder. It doesn’t hurt, but, you know, the intent is there.

Falavi: I’m going to - I’m going to be in that room, please don’t blow me up. Beetle, with fake cheer: Don’t worry, you can trust me.

DM: I mean, we’ll probably not follow [the manual] since that seems to be the M.O., but anyway.

DM: Damage from a pistol is 2d4. Beetle, OOC: I got a 9. DM, awed and frightened: How did you get a 9 from 2d4? Beetle, OOC: Oh, crap.

DM: So Vekar takes out his trusty assault rifle, and... rolls a 9.

Beetle, OOC: I pray that they roll a 1. Vasir, OOC: Praying to the dice gods? Beetle, OOC: Hear me, dice gods! DM: Tough luck, two of them rolled 20. Vasir, OOC: How do they decide who goes first? Do they play rock-paper-scissors? DM: No, you take the higher dex score. Vasir, OOC: Okay, I was just making a bad joke, but that’s fair. Beetle, OOC: They do an intense gymnastics competition to see who goes first. DM: They’re just like, “Hold on, hold on, we’ve gotta do something.” Phos, OOC: One of them does the sickest backflip

DM: Oh, I forgot to roll for one person: dear, sweet Falavi. Party: [startled laughter] Vasir, OOC: Yeah.

DM: And that’s Vekar’s turn. Now it’s the asari biotic’s turn. Wait, it’s not the asari biotic’s turn, it’s Vekar’s turn. Wait, Vekar just went, it’s not his turn, now it’s Vasir’s turn. Beetle, OOC: This is incredible.

DM: I forgot about the fucking fire!

DM: I guess in real life this would kill her? But this is D&D so it doesn’t kill her. Vasir, OOC: Shields? DM: Yeah, something like that. So you shoot her in the head, but it mostly hits her shields, and that’s [Vekar’s player]. Party: [Vekar’s player]!

DM: And he takes a shot at [Phos], because he’s determined to fight you to the death or whatever... but he takes a shot and it just bounces off your armor. You don’t take any damage.

DM: Do you do anything else? Vasir, OOC: Yeah, I think I’m going to move over to Falavi, give her some cover. DM: You’re a quarian and you’re going to cover her with your body. Okay! Vasir, OOC: Give her covering fire, I don’t know.

DM: So she and Kate are just parrying back and forth with their biotics and omni-blades and stuff. It actually looks really cool, but no one’s winning, so it’s not as cool as it could be.

Beetle, OOC: Huh! That’s a 9. Beetle’s selling her Cold Shoulder.

Phos, OOC: Wait. I’m sorry, I gazed into eternity for one second, what did she say?

Beetle, OOC and also in the middle of a fight: Okay. Beetle’s gonna go loot a body. Phos, OOC: Beetle, no!

Phos: Beetle, please. Beetle, looting a body: This is important work! [OOC] And I rolled a 19. DM: So you - pick up - oh, Christ.

Beetle, OOC: I’m going to move towards the salarian infiltrator because I don’t think Beetle’s been hit yet, and she’s young and full of pep.

Beetle: It’s cool. I’ve got medi-gel. DM: You don’t have medi-gel. Vekar does, though. Beetle, OOC: Oh, I know, I just wanted to reassure [Phos]. It’s the placebo effect. DM: Of course.

Vasir, OOC: I got a 5. DM, after hemming and hawing for a good five seconds: I’ll give it to you. roll 1d8 - actually - ehhhh. Yeah, yeah, go for it. 1d8. Vasir, OOC: Okay. If you’re sure. DM: I’m not. Let’s go for it.

DM: I should really keep track of what’s going on. I am keeping track of what’s going on. I should keep better track of what’s going on. Vasir, OOC: That felt very Bill Wurtz, [DM].

DM: Okay, so you’re, like, point-blank and - do you say something cool while you do this, because that seems to be something you do often enough now. Beetle, singing: Let’s set this world on fire, we’re gonna burn brighter - DM: So you’re singing this while you shoot him. Beetle, OOC: It’s for the ultimate last-moment compilation reel. DM: Okay, so you shoot him, and he is dead, and it’s very exciting. Beete, OOC: Beetle looks at her sniper rifle and is like, “Maybe I won’t sell you. Keep you on your toes a little.” DM: Goddammit.

DM: The human is going to run. And, in fact, he does.

Beetle: You may not believe her, but you can believe me when I say that I’m going to kill you. Beetle, OOC: And then I roll to find out. [pause] I rolled a 3. DM: Haha... oof.

DM: Oh, I have to format it. Disgusting. Beetle, OOC: Horrible. DM: Terrible.

DM: I don’t think gravity works like that. Uh. How does Singularity work? I don’t think it draws in air, does it? It bends gravity, and it makes it zero-grav, but that doesn’t necessarily mean there’s an absence of air. Mmm... no, it doesn’t, because it only bends gravity waves.

Vasir, OOC, singing: We didn’t start the fire, except I did. Phos, OOC: Beetle did.

DM: Kate charges in. Vasir, OOC: Literally. DM: Yeah. Vasir, OOC: More so than Magnus. DM: Definitely.

DM: And it’s now the soldier’s turn...? Yes. Beetle, OOC: Oh, damn, Soldier: 76. Vasir, OOC: What’s up! DM: Goddammit.

Beetle, OOC: Beetle goes to take a shot at the salarian with her pistol, I guess. DM: Okay! Get some variety in there. Beetle, OOC: Yeah, don’t want to become too dependent on one weapon. Vasir, OOC, singsong: Variety is the spice of life.

DM: Hmm. Let me think about that for a bit. Beetle, OOC: Let’s marinate on that for a second. DM, instantly: Why did you say that. Party: [laughter] Vasir, OOC: Cooking! Beetle’s cooking show!

DM: And the combat drone goes to attack Kate - wow. That’s a very sad roll. Party, somehow collectively: Aww. DM: It’s not a 1, before you ask. [pause] It’s a 2.

Beetle: It’s fine, there’re a lot of cooks in this kitchen. Kate: You’re not the one who got shot! Beetle, singsong: It’s fine.

DM: The combat drone goes to attack Kate! Huzzah! Go, little combat drone! That... is not enough, but so close!

Beetle, OOC: Have we considered that this is a mistake parade from all sides?

Phos, OOC: [puts this in discord]

Phos, OOC: The krogan soldier right now.

DM: So you manage to hack this thing. It is now fighting for you! How cute. Do you name your new combat drone? Beetle, OOC: Um... I’m gonna name it Little Beetle.

Vasir, OOC, in discord: vasir, internally: who the fuck names a combat drone Phos, OOC, in discord: Phos, internally; how are we gonna know which is which Vekar, OOC, in discord: at least try not to forget about lil beetle Vasir, OOC, in discord: YEAH

Phos, OOC: Okay, where is the krogey-rogey located?

Phos, OOC: How far is the krogan? DM: Are you going to charge him? Phos, OOC: No. DM: Is that a yes? Phos, OOC: No. How far is he? DM: Like two-and-a-half meters. Phos, OOC: Okay. I’m gonna go up and stab him.

DM: The combat drone’s turn! Party, including DM: Yay! Beetle: I believe in you, Little Beetle! I believe in you! DM: Oh shit, good choice!

DM: I am literally going to die. This combat drone shocks this krogan for 2 damage, and the krogan just drops down, dead. Party: [collectively loses their shit] Beetle, OOC: Beetle runs over to it and pets it. “I love you.” And then goes to rip out its organs. Beetle: It’s better that it dies like this, loving me, than to go back to its original programming. Phos, OOC: Just fucking - jam your hand to rip out its programs? Vasir, OOC: Drones don’t have organs, they’re not organic - Phos, OOC: Just stabs into the metal and pulls out cords, what? Beetle, OOC: Just opens a panel and rips out cords. DM: Okay, I guess you just killed this thing, which is terrible. You monster.

Beetle, OOC: Beetle puts the cords in her pocket. DM: Okay, you - you put the cords in your pocket? Beetle, OOC: Yeah. DM: You’re carrying your dismembered child in your pocket? Party: [loses their shit] Beetle, OOC: Beetle’s just carrying it to remember it by. DM: That’s terrible. Also the room is on fire.

Number of times the term ‘body room’ is said: 19

technical notes

The party checks out the area upon landing the shuttle. Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Beetle → 13 + 3 → 16 Phos → 12 + 4 → 16 Kate → 8 + 1 → 9 Vekar → 12 - 4 → 8 Vasir → 3 - 1 → 2

The party realizes they’re not far from where the prothean beacon was discovered at the beginning of the Reaper Crisis. Phos also notes that Aster has no ulterior motives; he’s here because the Apricity isn’t, nothing more, nothing less.

The party enters the temple. The DM starts two timers: one for eighteen minutes, one for fourteen minutes.

The party checks out the prothean temple. Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Beetle → 17 + 3 → 20 Kate → 18 + 1 → 19 Phos → 13 + 3 → 17 Vasir → 18 - 1 → 17 Vekar → 10 - 4 → 6

The temple is very old, with cracked stone and lots of plant growth; it seems that no one has been here in literal ages.

Vekar looks over the asari scientist. Medicine roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 12 + 3 → 15 Vekar correctly deduces that the asari is alive, but unconscious.

Vekar looks over the human scientist. Medicine roll. 1d20 + knowledge roll → 5 + 3 → 8 Vekar’s not sure what the human is mumbling or why, but he thinks the human seems fine.

The fourteen-minute timer goes off around room (S, S, R).

Vekar checks over the young asari. Medicine roll. 1d20 + knowledge roll → 12 + 3 → 15 The asari is dead.

Beetle searches her body. Beetle finds the asari’s ID card and discovers that her name is Falavi B’Ralis. This is Liara’s student.

The party figures out how Falavi died. Investigation roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Phos → 16 + 3 → 19 Beetle → 11 + 3 → 14 Kate → 12 + 1 → 13 Vasir → 6 - 1 → -5 Vekar → 3 - 4 → -1

Phos sees that Falavi has been shot in the back of her head.

The party makes a “partner harness” for Holosmea. Mechanical roll. 1d20 + mechanical modifier.

Vasir → 16 + 2 → 18 Kate → 12 - 1 → 11 Beetle → 10 + 0 → 10 Vekar → 5 - 1 → 4 Phos → 3 - 3 → 0

The eighteen-minute timer goes off in room (R). An explosion echoes through the labyrinth and ominous rumbling slowly move towards the party. Eventually, it reaches them: the stone ceiling above them collapses, killing the party - and everyone else in the room - instantly and painfully.

Time loops. The party finds themselves back at the entrance of the temple, no more worse for wear than before, except they can remember what they did last time - and how they died.

The party enters the temple. The DM starts two timers: one for eighteen minutes, one for fourteen minutes.

Vasir scans the room with their omni-tool. Knowledge roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 16 - 1 → 15 Nothing has changed; the temple exactly the same as when they entered.

The party makes a “partner harness” for Holosmea. Reusing the same rolls as before. Vasir single-handedly builds this harness after the rest of their party fucks it up.

The party fails to mention that they put Holosmea in the harness. Ze is left in the body room.

Vekar checks over Falavi. Medicine roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 9 + 3 → 12 Vekar discovers that Falavi is alive, but unconscious.

The DM shuts off the fourteen-minute timer.

Vekar uses a pack of medi-gel on Falavi. Effectiveness roll. 1d20 → 10 Healing roll. 3d4 x Medicine skill → 2 + 3 + 2 → 7 x 2 → 14 Falavi is healed for 14 health points.

The party notices the raiders in the room with the prothean artifact. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Beetle → 17 + 3 → 20 Phos → 14 + 3 → 17 Vekar → 14 - 4 → 10 Vasir → 8 - 1 → 7 Kate → 4 + 1 → 5 Falavi → 5 - 2 → 3

Beetle and Phos pick up on the enemies in the next room over, with Falavi’s help.

The eighteen-minute timer goes off in room (S, S, S, R, R). The party sees a small, circular stone in the center of the room that starts to shine very, very brightly. It then explodes, killing the party - and everyone else in the room - instantly and painfully.

Time loops. The party finds themselves back at the entrance of the temple, no more worse for wear than before, except they can remember what they did last time - and how they died.

Vekar checks over Falavi. Reuse the same roll from last time. Vekar discovers that Falavi is alive, but unconscious.

The DM shuts off the fourteen-minute timer.

Vekar uses a pack of medi-gel on Falavi. Reuse the same roll from last time. Falavi is healed for 14 health points.

Phos picks Falavi up. Strength roll. 1d20 + strength modifier → 20 + 4 → 24

Falavi contests. Strength contest. 1d20 + strength modifier → 19 + 2 → 21 Falavi fails to contest.

Phos picks Falavi up, keeping her from rushing off.

SEE FIRST BATTLE ROLLS BELOW

Phos grabs the human soldier. Strength check. 1d20 + strength modifier → 12 + 4 → 16

The human contests. Strength check. 1d20 + strength modifier → 13 + 2 → 15 The human fails to contest.

Phos grabs the human by the neck.

Falavi intimidates the human into telling her where the second artifact is. Intimidation roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 4 + 1 → 5 The human is not intimidated.

Beetle intimidates the human into telling them what Falavi had asked. Intimidation roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 3 + 0 → 3 The human is not intimidated.

Falavi shoots the human’s hand. Damage roll. 2d4 → 2 + 1 → 3 The human takes 3 points of damage.

Falavi shoots the human’s wrist. Damage roll. 2d4 → 1 + 3 → 4 The human takes 4 points of damage.

Falavi intimidates the human. Intimidation roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 7 + 1 → 8 The human is not intimidated.

Phos intimidates the human. Intimidation roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 11 + 0 → 11 The human is not intimidated.

Kate intimidates the human. Intimidation roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 18 + 0 → 18 The human is intimidated and gives them directions to the second artifact.

The party catches the human when he tries to escape. Dexterity roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier.

Beetle → 16 + 3 → 19 Phos → 3 + 2 → 5

The human contests. Dexterity roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 15 + 1 → 16 The human fails to contest.

Beetle grabs the human’s injured wrist, preventing his escape.

Phos talks Falavi’s temper down. Persuasion roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 17 + 0 → 17 Phos convinces Falavi that the party means her no harm.

Vekar uses Cryo Blast on the flaming room. Effectiveness roll. 1d20 → 10 This is not enough to extinguish the fire, though it does put out some of the flames.

Falavi realizes there are enemies nearby. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier → 17 Falavi detects people ahead.

The party checks ahead. Perception roll.

Phos → 14 + 3 → 17 Beetle → 11 + 3 → 14 Vasir → 14 - 1 → 13 Vekar → 13 - 4 → 9 Kate → 6 + 1 → 7

Phos hears people ahead.

SEE SECOND FIGHT ROLLS BELOW

FIRST FIGHT

Surprise round.

Phos charges. Attack roll. 1d20 → 14 This is not sufficient to hit.

The salarian infiltrator dodges Phos’s charge.

Vasir uses Overload on the asari biotic. Attack roll. 1d10 → 7 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. (7 - 5) x 3 → 2 x 3 → 6 Vasir deals 6 points of damage.

Beetle shoots the salarian infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d20 → 16 + 1 → 17 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 2d4 → 1 + 3 → 4 Beetle shoots the salarian for 4 points of damage.

Vekar shoots the asari biotic. Attack roll. 1d20 → 9 This is not sufficient to hit.

Vekar tries to shoot the asari, but his shots go wide.

Kate charges the asari infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d20 → 19 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 1d8 → 7 Kate charges the asari for 7 points of damage. The asari is prone.

Falavi runs to the artifact. Falavi uses her biotics to contain the prothean artifact’s power.

The party rolls initiative. 1d20.

Vekar → 19 Beetle → 11 Phos → 7 Kate → 5 Falavi → 5 Beetle → 4

The salarian infiltrator takes his pistol and shoots Phos. Attack roll. 1d20 → 19 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 2d4 → 7 The salarian deals 7 points of damage.

The human soldier takes his shotgun and shoots Phos. Attack roll. 1d20 → 13 This is not sufficient to hit.

The human attacks Phos, but his shot goes wide.

Vekar shoots the asari biotic. Attack roll. 1d20 → 14 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 3d4 → 4 + 4 + 3 → 11 Vekar deals 11 points of damage to the asari.

Vasir uses Incinerate on the asari infiltrator. Movement. Vasir moves into the room.

Attack roll with advantage. 1d10 → 4, 1d10 → 3 This is not sufficient to hit.

Vasir’s Incinerate goes wide and sets the plants on fire. Part of the room is now on fire.

The asari biotic throws a Warp at Kate. Attack roll. 1d10 → 2 This is not sufficient to hit.

The warp sails off into the distance and doesn’t do anything.

Phos uses Disarm on the salarian infiltrator. Strength roll. 1d20 + strength modifier → 11 + 4 → 15

The salarian contests. Strength contest. 1d20 + strength modifier → 11 + 1 → 12 The salarian fails to contest.

Phos disarms the salarian, knocking his pistol out of his hand.

Movement. Phos moves to cover Falavi from three of the enemies.

Free action.

Phos checks on Falavi. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier → 15 + 4→ 18 Falavi looks fine.

Falavi disarms the prothean artifact. Attack roll. 1d20 → 20 Falavi successfully disarms the prothean artifact.

Kate melees the asari biotic. Attack roll. 1d20 → 11 This is not sufficient to hit.

The asari parries Kate’s blow.

The asari infiltrator stands up. The asari stands up.

Beetle shoots the asari infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d20 → 19 This is sufficient to hit (headshot).

Damage roll. 3d6 → 5 + 6 + 4 → 15 Beetle shoots the asari in the head.

The salarian takes out his sniper rifle and shoots Phos. Attack roll. 1d20 → 11 This is not sufficient to hit.

The salarian takes a shot, but it only clips Phos’s armor and does no damage.

The human soldier takes a shot at Phos. Attack roll. 1d20 → 3 This is not sufficient to hit.

The human shoots at Phos with his shotgun, but the shot goes wide.

Vekar shoots the asari infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d20 → 8 This is not sufficient to hit.

The asari manages to duck out of the way of Vekar’s shot.

Vasir shoots the asari biotic. Attack roll. 1d20 → 3 This is not sufficient to hit.

The biotic ducks and rolls out of the way of Vasir’s shot.

Movement. Vasir moves to Falavi.

The asari biotic melees Kate. Attack roll. 1d20 → 4 This is not sufficient to hit.

Kate parries the asari’s blow.

Phos shoots the salarian infiltrator with her shotgun. Attack roll. 1d20 → 12 This is not sufficient to hit.

The salarian rolls out of the way of Phos’s shot.

The salarian avoids the fire. Dexterity saving throw. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 16 + 2 → 18 The salarian successfully avoids the fire.

Falavi shoots the asari biotic. Attack roll. 1d20 → 17 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 2d4 → 2 + 3 → 5 Falavi shoots the asari for 5 points of damage.

Kate melees the asari biotic. Attack roll. 1d20 → 16 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 1d8 → 8 Kate stabs the asari in the chest, killing her.

The asari infiltrator puts the fire on her armor out. Dexterity saving throw. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 2 + 2 → 4 The asari takes 3 points of fire damage.

Beetle shoots the asari infiltrator. Free action. “Don’t fail me now,” she tells the Cold Shoulder.

Attack roll. 1d20 → 9 This is not sufficient to hit.

Beetle’s shot goes wide, missing her target completely.

The salarian infiltrator shoots Phos with his sniper rifle. Attack roll. 1d20 → 19 This is sufficient to hit (headshot).

Damage roll. 3d6 → 3 + 4 + 2 → 9 The salarian deals 9 points of damage to Phos.

The soldier human shoots Phos with his shotgun. Attack roll. 1d20 → 13 This is not sufficient to hit.

The soldier’s shot goes wide.

Vekar shoots the asari infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d20 → 15 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 3d4 → 3 + 1 + 1 → 5 Vekar deals 5 points of damage, killing the asari.

Vasir uses Energy Drain on the salarian infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d10 → 7 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. (7 - 5) x 3 → 2 x 3 → 6 Vasir deals 6 points of damage.

Phos grabs the human soldier by the neck. Brawling roll. 1d20 + strength modifier + proficiency bonus → 16 + 4 + 1 → 21

The human contests. Strength saving throw. 1d20 + strength modifier + proficiency bonus → 3 + 2 + 1 → 6 The human fails to contest and drops his gun in the process.

Phos picks the human up by the neck. He is now subdued.

Falavi shoots the salarian infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d20 → 5 This is not sufficient to hit.

Falavi’s shots go wide.

Kate charges the salarian infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d20 → 7 This is not sufficient to do damage.

Kate charges the infiltrator and knocks him off-balance.

Beetle loots the asari infiltrator. 1d20 → 19 Beetle finds a gun with a kinetic coil mod on it. She pockets it for later.

Movement. Beetle moves towards the salarian infiltrator.

The salarian infiltrator shoots Phos. Attack roll. 1d20 → 18 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 2d6 → 5 + 4 → 9 The salarian deals 9 points of damage to Phos.

Vekar uses medi-gel on Phos. Effectiveness roll. 1d20 → 20 Crit.

Healing roll. (3d4) x (Medicine talent + crit bonus) → (2 + 4 + 2) x 3 → 8 x 3 → 24 Phos is fully healed.

Vasir uses Incinerate on the salarian infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d10 → 5 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 1d8 → 3 The salarian takes 3 points of damage, plus 3 points of bonus fire damage.

Phos continues to grapple the human soldier. Strength check. 1d20 + strength modifier → 12 + 4 → 16

The human contests. Strength check. 1d20 + strength modifier → 16 + 2 → 18 The human successfully contests.

The human escapes from Phos’ grip and manages to grab his gun and stand up.

Falavi shoots the salarian infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d20 → 19 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 2d4 → 1 + 3 → 4 Falavi deals 4 point of damage.

Kate melees the salarian infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d20 → 18 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 1d8 → 8 Kate deals 8 points of damage to him.

Beetle shoots the salarian infiltrator. Attack roll. 1d20 → 20 Crit.

Damage roll. 3d6 x 2 → (3 + 4 + 2) x 2 → 18 Beetle shoots the salarian point-blank, killing him instantly.

The human soldier books it. Movement. The human moves 10 meters down the left hallway.

Vekar uses Cryo Blast on the fleeing human. Attack roll. 1d10 → 3 This is not sufficient to hit.

Vekar’s Cryo Blast sails past the human and beyond into the gloom.

Vasir gives chase after the human. Movement. Vasir moves 10 meters after the human.

Phos gives chase after the human. Movement. Phos moves 10 meters after the human and is directly behind him.

Phos grabs the human. Dexterity check. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 3 + 2 → 5

The human contests. Dexterity check. 1d20 + dexterity modifier → 19 + 1 → 20 The human successfully contests.

The human ducks under Phos’s grip.

Falavi throws a Singularity at the human. Attack roll. 1d20 → 20 Crit.

The human is caught in the Singularity and he is subdued.

SECOND FIGHT

Phos uses Fortification. Her armor class increases by 2 to 18.

Beetle checks out the enemies quietly. Stealth roll. 1d20 + dexterity roll + proficiency bonus → 17 + 3 + 1 → 21 Beetle successfully sneaks and notes how dark the room is, as well as noticing two people: a krogan and a salarian. They both have the patch with the white wing on their left shoulders.

Beetle throws a sticky grenade at them. Attack roll. 1d20 → 20 Crit.

The krogan and salarian notice the grenade. Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Krogan → 16 + 9 → 19 Salarian → 3 - 1 → 2

The krogan notices. The salarian doesn’t.

Damage roll. 5d6 x 2 → (3 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 1) x 2 → 22 Beetle hacky-sacks the grenade directly into the krogan. The krogan and salarian take 22 points of damage. The room is now on fire.

The party rolls initiative. 1d20.

Vasir → 18 Kate → 5 Vekar → 5 Beetle → 1 Phos → 1

The salarian engineer uses Energy Drain on Beetle. Attack roll. 1d10 → 6 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage. (6 - 4) x 3 → 2 x 3 → 6 Beetle’s shields are drained by 6 points of damage.

Vasir shoots the salarian engineer. Attack roll. 1d20 → 11 This is not sufficient to hit.

The salarian ducks out of the way.

Kate charges the krogan soldier. Attack roll. 1d20 → 9 This is not sufficient to do damage.

Kate hits the krogan hard and knocks them off-balance.

Vekar shoots the salarian engineer. Attack roll. 1d20 → 15 This is sufficient to do damage.

Damage roll. 3d4 → 1 + 2 + 3 → 6 The salarian takes 6 points of damage.

The krogan soldier uses Fortification. This increases their armor class by 2 to 19.

Beetle shoots the salarian engineer with her pistol. Attack roll. 1d20 → 9 + 1 → 10 This is not sufficient to hit.

The salarian ducks under Beetle’s shots.

Movement. Beetle moves to the side opposite the krogan and salarian.

Phos shoots the salarian engineer with her assault roll. Attack roll. 1d20 → 19 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 3d4 → 2 + 2 + 1 → 5 The salarian takes 5 points of damage.

Movement. Phos moves to stand in front of the hallway the party is entering from.

Falavi takes cover and braces.

The salarian engineer deploys his combat drone. There is now a combat drone on the field. It is added to the initiative order.

Movement. The salarian moves to hunker down behind the krogan.

The combat drone attacks Kate. Attack roll. 1d20 → 2 This is not sufficient to hit.

Kate steps away from the drone when it tries to attack her.

Vasir uses Sabotage on the combat drone. Attack roll. 1d10 → 5 This is a success.

The combat drone is hacked. Its damage output is decreased.

Kate melees the krogan soldier. Attack roll. 1d20 → 19 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 1d8 → 8 Kate stabs the krogan for 8 damage.

Vekar shoots the salarian engineer. Attack roll. 1d20 → 1 Crit fail.

Damage roll. 3d4 → 3 + 3 + 3 → 9 Kate takes 9 points of damage from friendly fire.

The krogan soldier melees Kate. Attack roll. 1d20 → 12 This is not sufficient to hit.

Kate dodges the omni-blade.

Beetle shoots the salarian engineer with the Cold Shoulder. Attack roll. 1d20 → 12 This is not sufficient to hit.

The shot goes over the salarian’s shoulder.

Phos shoots the salarian with her assault rifle. Attack roll. 1d20 → 18 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 3d4 → 2 + 1 + 3 → 6 Phos shoots the salarian for 6 points of damage, killing him.

The combat drone attacks Kate. Attack roll. 1d20 → 15 This is not sufficient to hit.

Kate dodges the combat drone’s attack.

Vasir shoots the krogan soldier. Attack roll. 1d20 → 4 This is not sufficient to hit.

Vasir’s shot goes wide.

Kate melees the krogan soldier. Attack roll. 1d20 → 13 This is not sufficient to hit.

The krogan dodges out of the way of Kate’s omni-blade.

Vekar goes to shoot the krogan soldier. Attack roll. 1d20 → 11 This is not sufficient to hit.

Vekar goes to shoot the krogan, who ducks underneath the shots.

The krogan soldier melees Kate. Attack roll. 1d20 → 4 This is not sufficient to hit.

Kate dodges the krogan’s omni-blade.

Beetle uses AI hack the combat drone. Attack roll. 1d10 → 7 The drone is hacked.

Phos stabs the krogan soldier. Attack roll. 1d20 → 9 This is not sufficient to hit.

The krogan dodges Phos’s krogan cleaver.

The combat drone attacks the krogan soldier. Attack roll. 1d20 → 18 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 1d6 → 2 Combat drone shocks the krogan for 2 damage, killing them.

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