DragonRage

"Electricity," Alexandria remarks dryly as she puts the finishing touches on the improvised cloak, "Possibly with a magic-powered generator. You, 'Hellfire Knight', have a cloak. It's nothing fancy, but it'll keep you covered until you can purchase something better." She rolls her eyes at the title Hiroki introduced herself with. Who do these people think they're impressing with all the edginess?

"Greetings, young human," Alexandria continues stitching as she turns to meet the new arrivals, "I am Alexandria. I am certain it will be a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Remind me. Why are we driving this anywhere? Do we actually have a goal, or does Kyle just want to drive something?"

Alexandria considers what she overheard, and pulls one of the tapestries off the wall. She deploys a needle from her right index finger, prints some thread with her nano forge, and starts stitching a simple cloak together as she examines the control panel for a usable interface. "Kyle? No buttons until we discover what they do."

Alexandria releases Kyle, pushes past Mar into the room and sweeps it with her scanning equipment. "If we're pushing forward, let's at least have a proper marching order. My senses are probably the best here, and I'm not as squishy as you meatbags. Visrii? If Kyle tries to kill himself or some of us again, do me a solid and slap him please. If I do it myself he'd probably die. Then confiscate his weapons. He's had two strikes already. He does not get a third."

"You have clearly demonstrated that your judgement is not reliable," Alexandria yanks down on Kyle's ear until he's forced to sit down, "You are also likely delirious from vital fluid loss with your self inflicted gut wound. So sit down, shut up, stop attacking scrap for no reason, and drink this potion or I will force feed it to you. If your behavior suggests you are three years old, I am quite prepared to treat you as your age." Alexandria slaps her healing potion into Kyle's hands, keeping a firm grip on his ear.

"Oh for- Really? Again?" Alexandria stomps over to the reactor, grabbing Kyle by the ear as he tries to run past, and walls off the grenade blast for the second time. "What part of 'no friendly fire' are you not understanding? Scrap it, it's like dealing with toddlers! Except some idiot decided to trust them with guns! Do we need to retract your weapon privileges, child?"

This seems very cool. I want to join this. But, as per usual for me, I already have a strange and unconventional character concept. I just can't seem to make standard characters. Oh, well, my way is fun.

"It is true that we know each other," Alexandria confirms, "Bonds forged in battle are strong and stable. Your silencing bullets likely saved us considerable trouble and pain. However, you have yet to share your name with me. In case I have also forgotten to do so, I am Alexandria, and it was a pleasure to not die with you today."

Having bled off sufficient heat to not harm others by touching them, Alexandria scans the assembled crowd and approaches Jesse. "Hello, comrade. I do not believe we have been introduced. You took significant damage from those walking scrap heaps. Do you remain functional?"

Alexandria wrenches her plasma cannon around and discharges it into the wall rather than into the potential lootables. She then sidles over to stand by Snow and hopefully vent heat faster in the ice queen's chilly aura. "Huh. I think we just won. Not bad, considering the general lack of coordination that took place. If we are going to be fighting all together regularly, it would be prudent to appoint a combat commander. We could avoid such mistakes as kill stealing, double tapping clearly dead things, and failing to properly distribute our healers' efforts. Does anyone require the use of my healing potion?"

Alexandria aims her plasma cannon in the general direction of her enemies, and fires a blinding, white beam of fiery death, sweeping it across each enemy in turn. The heat bloom leaves her right side glowing a dull orange, and fuses the area under her feet into glass. Something bounces off her armor with a 'ping', but fails to do enough damage to attract her attention.

Strike Captain Lexiel

Alexandria pans her gaze over her well-masticated allies, eyes narrowing with every wound she sees. "I hate mindless enemies," She mutters, "It's like kicking a roomba." The air begins to heat around her as her slightly inadequate cooling systems vent hot air. After analyzing her recordings of the battlefield, she makes her choice. "Alright, you brainless construct, let's see you ignore this! I'm dropping my shield, Jesse!" Alexandria's right arm splits apart and reshapes into a dish on the end of a long tube. Hints of glowing orange emanate from the minute cracks where her armored plates fit together as scorching heat dries the mouths of everyone in the room and a high-pitched whine makes every canine in 6 miles drop like a rock. As she lowers her left hand, her shield splinters into tiny motes like diamond dust that collapse to the ground as a glittering waterfall even as they evaporate. "Hit me if you dare, you rabid little virus." [OOC: Alexandria drops her Hard-Light Barrier, and begins charging her plasma cannon. 3 Turns remaining for Projected Shield cooldown]

Alexandria taunts the thing that is shooting lightning. "Hey! Discount spark plug! Give me your best shot!" [OOC: Projected Barrier has 4 turns of cooldown left.]

There's nobody named Shion in the character list. Secondaries that haven't been submitted yet don't count.

One is not enough in a party this size.

"Jesse, get behind the giant, glowing hexagon!" Alexandria shouts, "Somebody patch his fuel lines before he loses power! Edmond! You're protected! Get in there and slag that minion maker before we get buried in bodies! And somebody get that sword away from it!" Alexandria advises Jesse to seek shelter behind her Hard-light Barrier, and uses Projected Shield to give Edmond 12 temporary hit points, which will last until the encounter ends or he's dealt enough damage to deplete them. (5 round cooldown)

So strength doesn't affect his basic attacks. Okay then.

Should the weapon damage increase with the user's strength score? Melee weapons usually do, and it doesn't seem strong enough to need that restriction.

Alexandria activates her hard-light shield and advances to the van!

I wanted him to play the musics.

"Theo, I am sending you an audio file," Since we're getting a mildly ridiculous amount of time to talk before the boss starts fighting, Alexandria takes the opportunity to deploy her hammer and shield. "Alright, come on you rusty pile of scrap! It's time for you to go back to the junkyard! In peace, or in pieces."

Alexandria takes a few steps forward, sweeps Edmond behind her, and plants her hard-light shield between them and the grenade. "Friendly fire! Friendly fire!"

Alexandria will be visiting Shadowrun.