Rolled 19, 18, 17, 17, 11 = 82 (5d20)
>>5734919“Aha, it is okay. Organics such as yourselves are likely unfamiliar with our race’s abilities.” Bravyj’s tone doesn’t sound offended, so guess she didn’t commit any alien faux-pas. “Most of us possess the ability to change forms. Usually for purposes of travel, able to cover longer distances under shorter amounts of time than our base or combat forms. Eagalia’s preference ended up being something with more aerial mobility.”
Raditz again stops trying to sense out survivors and opens his eyes, raising an eyebrow. “…Well, that sounds… vaguely familiar.” He then goes back to trying to sense energy.
…You make a mental note to show off your own transformations later, but keep trying to sense some out. You do get two more things that register close to what Bravyj describes, but the second seems like it’s transferring energy slowly from one place to another. The first though… Raditz and 19 pick up on it too. The three of you fly forward, and you notice a bit of a crater with debris of collapsed buildings on it… but underneath those, you spot it. A ship!
Bravyj sets down with all of you, seeming quite pleased. “Well done! It does appear to be exactly what we’re looking for.”
“Got a way in?” Raditz questions.
“Main hatch should be over here…” He points out, walking a bit of a ways over, noticing some debris blocking it. “Does not appear to be damaged, but it will take a moment to-” He notices as Raditz walks to the debris. “Ah, you should stay back, organic, I do not wish for you to harm yourself trying to get in-”
“Hup!” Your uncle lifts one of the bigger chunks, flies up, and then sets it down a bit away. “Hah! Little heavier than it looked, but nothing more than a couple tons.”
19 is next, carefully sliding some away, and you move in to hold up a section before it falls down, allowing Videl to get the last big chunk from blocking the door. “Yeah, couple tons at most. Lifted heavier than that.”
(cont.)