Lucille explodes!!!!!! (x5)
Out of nowhere, five more explosions rock the field! You stagger for a moment, then:
You very wisely retreat towards cover.
You sprint back towards the gate.
"Wo-ah!" Jack exclaims, looks at his hands, then turns to you. (The other you. Your vision or, more accurately, experience is a little mixed right now.) "Hah! What do you moths put in these things? I want that."
"32." You find yourself as befuddled as he does. Grenades aren't supposed to do that.
You call out to the others from behind the obsidian pillar. "Hey, I think it's over!"
[PSYCHOPOMP] Looking across the arena, you find nothing left of the Psyker but a slight puddle of blood and scattered shrapnel.
"It's over, buddy!" Jack chuckles. "31."
MOTH TRIUMPH (Underwater Sun by Sidewalks and Skeletons)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmd-EQotX70"Where's the Captain?" The robot points.
"I put him back over there since he was stunned, smack dab in the middle of things. Not good if you want to keep breathing! Also, pass me that talking scroll, Henry."
You oblige. "Why?"
[PSYCHOPOMP] "30." "That's how long she's got to live. If anyone among us needs a wish from FORTUNA right now, it's probably her. Bye!"
Jack starts running towards the arches in the distance.
The Captain is stirring.
>WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?>USE (Scroll of charging, scroll of identify)>EXAMINE>TALK>RECOLLECT/NOTES>SWITCH CHARACTER>PRAY>COMMIT SUICIDEMETACOMMS (TALK, BLOCK, REMOVE PATRON, ETC.)
<P: That turned out a lot better than I expected.>
<[PSYCHOPOMP] P: If it weren't for Henry's throw earlier, I think the entire crew would have been wiped out in that single attack.>
<[PSYCHOPOMP] P: This may come off as a little harsh, but Zhang's bullshit murder mentality led him to waste his life. Dumbasses like him only deserve death.>
<P: Thoughts, Pal?>
