STAR TREK: A Long Road (Voyager Fix It Quest)

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SHIP & CREW ROSTER
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    • The Dragon: Once per episode, at the beginning of combat place an Advantage on the field representing a cunning tactic or strategy devised by Danara Pel.

    NAME​
    		USS Voyager
    PROF.​
    		MULTIROLE
    CLASS​
    		Sovereign Class Heavy Exploration Vessel
    CONST​
    		2371
    SHIELDS​
    13/13​
    RESISTANCE​
    6​
    SCALE​
    6​
    POWER ​
    13/13​
    CREW SUPPORT​
    6​
    SMALL CRAFT​
    5​
    COMMS​
    ENGINES​
    STRUCTURE​
    COMPUTERS​
    SENSORS​
    WEAPONS​
    BREACHES​
    0/6​
    0/6​
    0/6​
    0/6​
    0/6​
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    9​
    11​
    10​
    11​
    9​
    10​
    COMMAND​
    3​
    12​
    14​
    13​
    14​
    12​
    13​
    CONNING​
    2​
    12​
    14​
    13​
    14​
    12​
    13​
    ENGINEERING​
    2​
    11​
    13​
    12​
    13​
    11​
    12​
    SECURITY​
    3​
    13​
    15​
    14​
    16​
    13​
    14​
    SCIENCE​
    2​
    11​
    13​
    12​
    13​
    11​
    12​
    MEDICINE​
    2​
    11​
    13​
    12​
    13​
    11​
    12​
    TALENTS​
    		Command Ship: Can give advantages using Command within range to Away Missions or to supporting ships.

    EMH: Has an EMH!

    Improved Warp Drive: When going to warp, roll 1cd on an effect, regain the power point.

    Quantum Torpedoes: Can use Quantum Torpedoes! (60 total)

    Secondary Reactors: +5 to Power

    High Resolution Sensors: +1 momentum to out of combat sensor checks.
    TRAITS​
    		Federation Starship – A highly sophisticated and advanced vessel, with holodecks, replicators, and similar comforts, primarily designed to handle multiple operations. Highly sensitive and requiring constant maintenance, the vehicle is less rugged than other interstellar craft

    Maquis Crew - a good chunk of the crew are former Maquis troublemakers. Expect discipline problems and unorthodox plans.
    WEAPONS​
    		Phaser Arrays
    Power Cost: 1-3 | Range: Medium | Damage: 9cd [+1 per extra power spent]
    Can Use Spread: Hit +1 time at ½ damage per effect OR Area: hit +1 ship per effect within close range.
    Versatile 2: Gain 2 bonus momentum with a successful hit

    Photon Torpedoes
    Power Cost: 0 | Range: Long | Damage: 6cd
    High Yield: If it causes 1 breach, it causes +1 breach

    Quantum Torpedoes
    Power Cost: 0 | Range: Long | Damage: 7cd (Vicious 1 - +1 damage on effects)
    High Yield: If it causes 1 breach, it causes +1 breach
    Calibrations: Requires 1 minor action to calibrate

    Tractor Beam (Strength 5)
    Power Cost: 0 | Range: Close | Damage: None
    Effect: If successfully established, enemies face a diff 5 check to escape.

    CREW COMPLIMENT (Base Stat: 9 | Base Skill: 2)
    CO: Captain Katheryn Janeway (Skilled: Command, Science | Weakness: Combat)
    SPECIAL ABILITY: "We Can Be Better" - if you succeed on any diplomatic check with Janeway, Get +1 momentum​
    XO: Commander D-91 (Skilled: Command | Weakness: Socialization)
    HELM: Lt. Tom Paris (Skilled: Conn | Weakness: Not Being A Fucking Up)
    TACTICAL: Ensign Harry Kimm (Skilled: Gunnery | Weakness: Harry Kim)
    SECURITY: Lt. JG Amy Strong (Skilled: Personal Combat | Weakness: Lying)
    MAQUIS HEADBREAKER: C'nola (Skilled: Combat, Sneaking and Scheming | Weakness: Emotional Wreck)​
    SCIENCE: Tuvok (Skilled: Science | Weakness: Emotionless)
    COMMS: Lt. Bian T'are (Skilled: Communications | Weakness: Combat)
    MEDICAL: The EMH (Skilled: Doctor | Weakness: Kind of a Dick)
    ENGINEER: B'lanna Torres (Skilled: Engineering | Weakness: Also a dick)

    SECONDARY CHARACTERS
    Ensign Steve (Useless Security Goon)
    Ensign Becky (plural fighter jock)
    Petty Officer Third Class Jessie (Hard working engineer)
    Crewman Billingsly (Dude, Billingsly!)
    Crewman Chandra (Concerned Crewman)
    Bifurcate (bidimensional robot girlfriend of Harry Kim)
    Princess Lyan Positron (runaway daughter of magician most foul and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
    Soria Flyte (Pegasus girl and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
    Mirror Universe Trevor (he's fine!)
    NAME​
    		MRSS Val Jean
    PROF.​
    		TACOPS
    CLASS​
    		Keldon Class Heavy Cruiser
    CONST​
    		2370
    SHIELDS​
    12/12​
    RESISTANCE​
    5​
    SCALE​
    4​
    POWER ​
    7/7​
    CREW SUPPORT​
    4​
    SMALL CRAFT​
    3​
    COMMS​
    ENGINES​
    STRUCTURE​
    COMPUTERS​
    SENSORS​
    WEAPONS​
    BREACHES​
    0/4​
    0/4​
    0/4​
    0/4​
    0/4​
    0/4​
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    9​
    9​
    9​
    8​
    7​
    10​
    COMMAND​
    3​
    12​
    12​
    12​
    11​
    10​
    13​
    CONNING​
    2​
    11​
    11​
    11​
    10​
    9​
    12​
    ENGINEERING​
    2​
    11​
    11​
    11​
    10​
    9​
    12​
    SECURITY​
    3​
    12​
    12​
    12​
    11​
    10​
    13​
    SCIENCE​
    1​
    10​
    10​
    10​
    9​
    8​
    11​
    MEDICINE​
    2​
    11​
    11​
    11​
    10​
    9​
    12​
    TALENTS​
    		Electronic Warfare Suite: Whenever making a Jamming or Intercept communications check, can spend 2 momentum to select +1 target (repeatable.)

    Fast Targeting Systems: No +1 diff for called shots

    Improved Hull Integrity: +1 Resistance

    Cloaking Device: Spend 3 power, and make a Control+Engineering + Engines + Security check with a diff of 2. If successful, gain the Cloaked Trait (impossible to detect, cannot attack, shields are down.) It takes a minor action to decloak.
    TRAITS​
    		Cardassian Ship – Durable, uncomfortable, close, cramped and cheap. Thinks creature comforts are for other people and technical sophistication is for people who haven't spent decades starving to death. The fact that the starving could have been avoided if the government were less...you know, monstrous doesn't seem to have occurred to that many of them.

    Okampan Crew – the crew are bright, perky, cheerful, and incredibly psychically powerful. Individually, they're all better than Vulcans, and as a gestalt? Who knows!
    WEAPONS​
    		Phaser Arrays
    Power Cost: 1-3 | Range: Medium | Damage: 7-9cd (Spread: Hit +1 time at ½ damage per effect OR Area)
    Versatile 2: Gain X bonus momentum with a successful hit

    Disruptor Banks
    Range: Medium | Damage: 8-10cd (Vicious 1: Each effect adds +1 damage)

    Tractor Beam (Strength 3)

    CREW COMPLIMENT (Base Stat: 8 | Base Skill: 1)
    CO: Lt. Commander Brian Wacoche (Skilled: Commando Tactics | Weakness: Independent)
    TACTICAL: Seska (Skilled: Being Seska | Weakness: Everything Else)
    CONN: R'lash skilled: Piloting | Weakness: Romulan Fuckup)
    ESPIONAGE: Kes (Skilled: Commando Tactics | Weakness: Naive)

    Crewman Stadi - Age 23, Betazoid, born Beta Colony-5 to Zani and Talwyn of the House of Riis, survived by her sisters Tari and Batri.
    R'mor - age 182, Vulcan, burn on Romulus to R'tan and Leslali, survived by his twelve nieces and nephews across the Empire
     
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    • EMENATIONS (1.4)
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    • Harry and Soria get their fantasy freak on. This is inspired by a Piers Anthony novel, after all. Soria tries to act confident and cocky, but is actually a bookish nerd
    "Well..." Harry said, gulping slightly. "When in Risa."

    He knew this was...against several kinds of regulation. But then again, it was in several regulations. Cultural practices should be respect-

    The girl stepped up close, her pale pink nipples brushing against his uniform, and she leaned up on her tip toes to kiss him on the lips, her tail twitching from behind her. Harry's hands went to her shoulders and, remembering what he'd been taught by T'are, slid along her back, down to her ass. He squeezed her athletic rump, feeling the curve of her tail as she melted into him, her mouth opening, her tongue and his meeting and playing together. When the kiss ended, he felt like his heart was thundering - and his hand gripped her tail, holding her close, even as her mouth drew back and she whispered.

    "Oh, I think you will be quite a rider." Her eyes glittered. "What's your name?"

    "Harry. Harry Kim."

    "Harry Kim," she said, slowly, tasting the words. Then her grin grew wicked. "Well, what are you doing in all these useless clothes?" She grabbed onto his starfleet uniform and tore. Or at least, she tried. Her pink arms strained and her wings flared out as she furrowed her brow. "C...C'mon...I...in all the books they tore easy!"

    "Books?" Harry asked.

    "Nothing!" she said, her cheeks heating.

    "Wait..." Harry put his hands on her hands. "Wait, one second. Books? What books?"

    The Pegasus girl flushed even more, her wings rustling nervously. "I...maybe read a few romance novels."

    "Is this actually a part of your culture?" Harry asked, arching an eyebrow.

    "I mean, it used to be," the pegasus said, her wings fluttering. She leaned in close, her voice soft. "And...I can tell at least part of you wouldn't mind reviving some old history." Her palm cupped his groin and Harry tensed as she stroked him through his pants. "You know, the books said boys weren't this reluctant to...have fun..."

    "I-I'm not reluctant," Harry said, quietly, leaning forward and kissing her on the mouth - the sweet taste of her lips was almost magnetic. He drew his lips back. "It's just..."

    "Whaaaat?" She asked, and this time, rather than tearing at his shockingly tough uniform, she actually began to feel around - finding the zipper and tugging experimentally at it. As it slid along his back, her mouth pressed against his collar, her breath warm and playful. "Do you have another woman?"

    "I...kind of?" Harry thought of Libby.

    Then his shirt came away and the pegasus girl oohed as she saw his abdominal muscles. "Oh my."

    Harry cast aside his worries, then. He was...at the end of the day...still shockingly young for a Starfleet officer. His hands slid to his leggings and he shucked them down, while asking: "What's your name?"

    "So..." She trailed off, her mouth opening quietly as he stepped from his pants, his cock hard and throbbing. Her hand cupped him gently, stroking his balls and his cock at the same time, her eyes fixed on it. "They're...different than what the books say...um...less turgid." She said, provoking a laugh from Harry. His hand cupped her ass, gently.

    "Your name isn't just So, is it?"

    "Soria," she said, softly.

    "Now, uh...you don't need to be quite so gentle," Harry said, softly, then leaned forward. His mouth and hers met as her pink hand began to tighten around his cock, then relax, squeezing him and feeling the reactions in the way his whole body trembled. Her hand began to move up and down - awkwardly at first, until she released and reversed her grip. Harry drew back, murmuring softly. "Y-Yeah, that's...the right way to..."

    "Oh!" Soria whispered. "It's...silkier than I expected too." She licked her lips, her hand moving faster and faster.

    "If...you keep doing that, I...ah...won't be able to-" Harry bit his lip, then gasped as she released him, as if he was suddenly red hot.

    Soria nodded, then gasped as Harry took her in his arms. The grass, as it transpired, was just as soft and downy as it looked, and when she laid back on it, she looked mighty inviting. Harry hunched forward, his mouth trailing along her breasts, her belly, her belly button. His tongue and his lips left tiny glittering marks on her skin, gleaming in the warm afternoon sun, while Soria's fingers caught the grass and gripped clumps of it, her moans restrained by biting down on her lower lip - until Harry's lips touched the soft folds of her sex, tasting her clear, tangy juices. His tongue swept along her pussy, teasing her with slow, languid licks, while Soria gasped and then cried out. "H-Harry!"

    Her thighs, as it turned out, could grip just as tightly as his could, locking around his head as one of her hands smeared grass in his hair, squeezing him so fiercely that Harry worried she'd rip clumps from him. But...there was the counterpoint to the tightness of her thighs and it was the sweetness between them. Harry managed to get one hand free, sliding his middle finger into her tight sex as he sucked on her clit, focusing on pleasing her. Soria moaned, and bucked her hips, gasping out his name again and again, until she was trembling and whimpering: "H-Harry...take me! Take me now, make me yours!"

    Harry wasn't about to say no to that. He kissed his way up, along her belly, to her breasts, sucking first on one nipple, and then the other. Her hand had reached down, her damp fingers pressing his cock against her. She felt so warm and eager. Harry pressed his forehead to hers as her thighs spread and, as the warm sun caressed his back, he thrust into her. Soria gasped into him, her thighs tightening around his back, as he began to make love to her under the sun. Soria gasped, then moaned. "Ah...yes! Oh...oh wow, this...this is amazing!" She laughed, then tightened her arms around his back as Harry drove into her. "Yes! Yes! Ride me! Ride me! Yes!"

    Her body trembled and Harry felt her tightening around him as he groaned out in pleasure - and emptied himself inside of her. Soria moaned, her mouth pressing to his throat. "Wow..." Harry whispered, looking down at her. "Soria..."

    She smiled at him, her eyes faintly glazed. "We need to rewrite some...books..." She whispered.

    ***
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    Afterwards, they lay together, legs still interlocked, and Soria the Pegasus explained, her voice soft. "Well, in my herd, we don't have many two-leggers around to make mounts anymore. But...the old traditions are there. M-Mostly."

    "What does mostly mean?" Harry asked.

    "Well, you did survive my ride, and...I did accept you..." Her pink fingers walked along his chest. "So, there's no legal ground for father to be cross at you."

    Harry nodded.

    "...father?" he asked.

    "Yeah, my father's the stallion of the herd," Soria said, sliding so that she laid half on him, her finger playing in his hair. "He's the biggest and fastest and strongest." She nodded. "And he even knows how to use a sword! He learned it from a two-legger knight who came to visit." She smiled and nuzzled against his chest.

    "...sword..." Harry whispered.

    "So, tell me about yourself," Soria said. "Tell me about this sort of other woman. Was it the two-legger you were with?"

    "Lyan? No," Harry said. How to even begin to explain Libby to her. Then...

    Then he realized it was really easy.

    "So, uh..." Harry sighed. "My...I had a lover named Libby. But she was caught in a magical spell that-"

    "Harry!?"

    The distant sound of Lyan's voice broke into his explanation - he lifted his head, then flushed. "R-Right, we should get dressed," he said, hurriedly grabbing onto his...where were his pants? They were over there. He grabbed onto them and managed to wriggle them on, while Lyan strode over to the copse of trees, then froze as she saw him.

    "H...harry?" she asked, looking at him, shirtless, her mouth opening. Her cheeks flushed. Then she saw Soria. "I...what!?"

    Soria giggled. "Hello!" She said, then flung her arms around Harry from behind. "He's my rider now."

    Lyan spluttered.

    "I can explain," Harry said, while behind Lyan came the thumping hoof-falls of the rest of her herd.

    Soria's father came around one of the trees. At least, Harry was fairly sure the huge, burly, white hued and rainbow winged stallion was Soria's father, considering how he had never before seen a widely set pair of eyes glare so biliously hatefully at someone before. He came to his feet - and then the flash of light that covered for the pegasus' transformation flared up as the stallion turned out to be just as powerfully built as a humanoid as he had as a quadruped. He thrust his finger at Harry.

    "Youuuuu have defiled my daughter!"

    "No, he took me as his mount!" Soria said, cheerfully. "Just like the old ways!"

    The Pegasus herd began to whinny and neigh like someone had set loose a bunch of snakes.

    "What do you have to say for yourself!?" Soria's Father boomed, glaring down his nose at Harry.

    Lyan was a load of help.

    She was off by the side, her hand over her face, her shoulders trembling as she laughed hysterically.

    Thanks, Lyan, Harry thought.

    ---
    CURRENT TRUTHS: "Angry Herd", "Dimensionally unstable world"
    CURRENT MOMENTUM: 2

    I gave you 2 momentum to callously create the truth of Angry Herd. Ain't I a stinker?

    [ ] Uhh...well, uh...you see, uh... (Harry will get into a sword fight)
    [ ] Write in how harry defends himself (Harry may avoid a sword fight)
     
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    • [X] Harry draws his phaser, and with it draws a line on the sand.
    -[X] Let's solve this without one-sided bloodshed, kind sir.
     
    [x] "Defiled how? We just had sex?!"

    I feel like defaulting to cluelessness in the face of patriarchal possessiveness/insistence on female purity is both good thematically for Star Trek but also a very Harry Kim thing to do. Will definitely not avoid a sword fight
     
    [X] "Defiled how? We just had sex?!"

    [JK] Harry adjusts the settings on his phaser to turn it into a laser particle beam sword.
     
    [X] Harry adjusts the settings on his phaser to turn it into a laser particle beam sword.
     
    [X] "Defiled how? We just had sex?!"
    [X] Harry adjusts the settings on his phaser to turn it into a laser particle beam sword.
     
    [X] "Defiled how? We just had sex?!"
    [X] Harry adjusts the settings on his phaser to turn it into a laser particle beam sword.
     
    [X] Bribe Soria's dad with some sugar cubes
    [X] "Defiled how? We just had sex?!"
    [X] Harry adjusts the settings on his phaser to turn it into a laser particle beam sword.

    I am not entirely joking about the sugar cubes btw
     
    I did not expect my joke write-in to get anywhere. Fuck it, I'm swapping my vote for a mix of the two. Harry's totally going to be getting into a fight with that line and I wanna see him go all Count Dooku on papa Pegasus.

    [X] "Defiled how? We just had sex?!"
    -[X] Harry adjusts the settings on his phaser to turn it into a laser particle beam sword.
     
    Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on Jun 29, 2022 at 12:00 AM, finished with 21 posts and 20 votes.
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    Sword fight, sword fight, sword fight, sword fight!
     
    EMENATIONS (1.5)
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    • "Defiled how?" Harry asked. "We just had sex?"

    The chalk white skinned Pegasus man's wings flared out and he growled - reaching down to a thin belt of black leather hung around his otherwise naked. He drew a long, narrow blade with a flash, snarling as he advanced towards Harry, who realized that maybe he had not communicated the lack of insult required. He stepped backwards as Soria cried out. "Father, no!"

    "Kim, catch!"

    Harry glanced to the side - and saw a blade hurtling at him. He caught, more by accident than anything else, Lyan's sword, moments before the burly horseman was upon him, swinging his sword in a brutal overhead chop. Harry spring to the side, then slashed out, pulling his blow at the last second to only lightly score the fellow's burly white thigh. Red blood dripped along his fur and Harry stepped backwards, panting. "So, uh...just..." he started. "Just hold on a-"

    The chalk white horseman roared in fury. He slashed up at Harry, who managed to bring his sword between himself and the pegasus in the nick of time. Sparks flew and he stumbled backwards, back against a tree. He yelped, then ducked low as the huge man swept his sword through the air, splintering wood and sheering the relatively narrow tree in half with a single sword blow. He stepped back, holding his blade one handed - the edge looking barely even dusted, let alone notched. Harry blinked, looking back at the tree.

    There was no way that was just steel.

    So...

    He reached into his transporter buffer, yanking out the mineral scanner. He hastily adjusted the frequency on the magnetic resonator - and then brought it up at the last second, a blue-white shield flaring to life between him and the onrushing sword. His heels dug into the ground as the sword crackled and buzzed against the magnetic shield, the onlooking herd gasping and stamping their hooves.

    "He's a wizard!?" Someone cried from the audiance.

    "Harry look out!" A distraught Soria cried out, and drew Harry's attention towards the advancing pegasus. He gripped his sword tighter in one hand, his other hand holding the magnetic shield. he boosted the power - the scanner had to be SO confused about what he was trying to tell it to do - and thrust out his arm, the sword jerking in Soria's father's hands before he could get into range. Harry stepped forward and slashed at his belly, hoping to wound him badly enough to end the fight - he could always repair it with his medical pack.

    The pegasus moved faster than Harry expected, darting backwards with a thump of heavy body. His teeth flashed and he tried to catch his balance, but Harry thrust forward - and then realized, he had forgotten the pegasus had another hand. An iron hard grip clamped around his magnetic screen, which crackled, buzzed, popped and shattered as the mining scanner broke in half. "Father!" Soria cried out as that massive hand released HArry's arm, then smashed into his jaw. He stumbled, and then grunted as his sword was knocked casually aside by a sweep of Soria's father's blade.

    "Defile her, I'll-" He swung, but Harry dove out of the way. He hit the ground, saw his sword, scrambled forward.

    "FATHER!"

    The blade slammed into Harry's back. He grunted, his eyes widening. Pain exploded through him and-

    ***
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    Harry stumbled forward, skidding on his knees, then landed on his belly. He panted, blinking...and groaned, feeling like he had just scraped his entire chest against...hard...concrete. He pushed himself back and realized he had. Since, well, he had never gotten a chance to put his uniform back on. He was shirtless, sweaty, slightly bloody from an abrasion on his shoulder. But...otherwise fine. He looked around himself and saw...the drearily familiar concrete walls and hardened structures of the Vhorni homeworld.

    "Ow..." he said, then whispered. "What the...fuck?"

    Then a cold fear shot through him.

    He didn't have his combadge. It had been on his uniform jacket. He slapped at his hips, then dragged his transporter buffer around. He was thumbing through his options when he heard the squeal of tires and thumping of feet. He sighed with relief, seeing three Vhorni Mining Cartel Security officers coming around the corner.

    "Oh thank god," he said. "You will never-"

    They had sonic pistols.

    "Oh shi-" Harry flung himself behind a dumpster a second before the pavement he was on was hit by a sonic oscillation so intense that the concrete cracked and exploded upwards in a spray of stone and chunks. Harry yanked out his phaser, whispering to himself. "What the fuck is going on?"

    He looked around for some place to escape. He was next to a door, but it was locked and secured. He was just about to think about opening it with a beam of high energy particles when the door instead hissed open and a figure in mining coveralls, a long jacket, and a gas mask stepped out and spoke to him.

    "Come with me if you want to live, Harry."

    They reached out a gloved hand to him while more sonic blasts hammered the dumpster, causing the metal to buzz and ring. Harry could hear, over the sound, more shouts and footsteps - more goons coming from the flank. At least two, if he didn't miss his guess.

    ---
    CURRENT MOMENTUM: 0
    CURRENT TRUTHS: "Dimensionally unstable world!"

    [ ] Go with the stranger
    [ ] Phaser your way past the goons and try to call Voyager with some local communications
    [ ] Write In


    ROUND ONE, FIGHT!

    Starfleet: Harry attempts to slash at Swifo. He gets 1s versus his 0s! Success! He does 6 damage, non-lethal, which is reduced to 3 by Swifo's resistance, dropping him to 11 stress.

    Pegasus: Swifo counterattacks! He gets 1s, versus Harry's 1s - a success, since agressors win ties. He does 7 damage, dropping Harry to 7 stress and causing an injury, which Harry evades by spending 2 momentum.

    Starfleet: Harry attempts to bolster himself by makeshifting a FORCE FIELD SHIELD! He gets 2s using his 1 point of determination, since...ya know! Big deal. This adds +1 to Swifo's attacks.

    Pegasus: Swifo attacks! He gets 2s! Harry gets 1s! 2s vs diff 1 versus 1s vs diff 0 means...a tie, again, but at least Swifo isn't getting +1 momentum! He does 4 damage, dropping harry to 3 stress! Ruh oh!

    Starfleet: Harry swings for 1s - Swifo gets 2s...but again, diff 1 for him means Harry succeeds on the tiebreak. He re-rolls damage with 1 threat to the Pegasus, and then reduces his resistance by 2 for another threat, putting the GM at 2 threat. He does 7 damage, reduced to 6! That drops Swifo to 5 stress and forces him to deplete HIS avoid injury!

    Pegasus: Swifo attacks! He gets 2s! Harry ALSO gets 2s! 2s vs diff 1 versus 2s vs diff 0 means Harry...WINS THE TIE! However, he gets a complication. He does 4 damage, reduced to 1 by Swifo's resistance. No good! Harry gives +1 threat to ignore 2 of his resistance, doing 3 damage, bringing Swifo down to 2 stress. Hmm...I shall say the shield is shattered for the complication and for 3 threat, Swifo gets to attack again at +1 diff. He gets 1s...at +1 diff, versus Harry's 1s! Swifo misses!

    Starfleet: Harry rolls 1s to hit! ...with a complication. Swifo gets 2s on his defense, meaning he wins and gets 1 momentum to boot! He does 4 damage, and Harry is dropped to 0 stress, taking an injury. Poor Harry :(

    ROUND TWO

    Ambushing Goons: 1s vs a diff of 2! Miss!
     
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