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Entry 6

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Food group:

Bambi abuse? Y/N – 10/5

If Y wins, does Master Tigress join? Y/N – 6/9

Opposed contest between Jonathan Talbain and Master Tigress – 2

*Kim Possible’s choice

Stealth slave freeing? (35%) – 11

Return to base? (40%) – 4

Violence to win? (30%) – 0

*Samus Aran’s choice

Temple – 4 – won by 50/50 dice roll

Cave – 1

Castle – 4

Ship – 3

*Sailing

Volcano – 3

Big City on the coast – 4

Swamp settlement – 0

Small City by the desert and plains – 8

*Ship

Fight (60%) – 15

Flee (75% chance per character of loss) – 0

*Tails

1 cock or 2? – 8/5 – one it is.

Additional Requests/Votes

Chocolat and Elh need to be talked out of their prudish ways – 2

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Characters:

Kaa – 2

Lt. M’Ress – 2

Cheshire Cat (Rule 63’d) – 3

• With Tentacles – 1

Flamedramon – 1

Captain Claw – 1

Scenes:

Villains Scene – 7/10

Mythological Encounter – 3

Shall percentage chances of success be hidden in the future? Y/N

Author Notes

Do note the vote above, asking whether future chances of success should be hidden. A reader proposed that seeing percentage chances of success likely influences how people vote, so that they tend more toward options that are likely to succeed, rather than what they want to see happen. Thus, I have provided the vote to potentially hide all chances of success until they are actually rolled, should there be a significant number in favor of the motion. If the vote does not get a majority, then I will quietly shelve it until someone else brings it up.

Actually, I have to admit that I totally expected folks to pick the big city as the sailing group’s destination. I’m not complaining, mind – I was just surprised, is all.

UFC Entry 6

“No,” declared Master Tigress firmly, taking a step away from Okami’s friendly hand on her shoulder. “No, we can’t do this to anyone: it’s just not right, and I won’t be a part of such wickedness!”

“Wickedness?” Jon replied, curling his lip, even as he curled the fingers of one hand around the young buck’s smooth pink organ. “I have no interest in torturing terrified prey.” He leaned in close, and Bambi shivered at the feel of seaing hot wolf’s breath on his delicate throat. “Willing prey, though…yes, that’s a fine meal indeed.”

“Let him go!” demanded Master Tigress, taking a step forward as she entered a stance, her broad paws raising. “Now!”

“There is no past,” Jon growled softly, glancing at Okami, then roughly shoving the slender teen into the beautiful she-wolf’s arms. “And no future. All we have is now.” He took a step of his own forward, grinning at Master Tigress as he let his pants, bereft of their belt (which he’d used to bind Bambi’s wrists), drop to the snowy ground, then kicked them casually aside. “My power is the fury of the beast,” he growled, licking his chops slowly, his gleaming yellow eyes flicking hungrily up and down the compact, muscular body of Master Tigress. “None can overcome it.”

Under normal circumstances, the fight would have been long, hard, and brutal. Master Tigress was the premier warrior of her world (barring Po, but the panda, in all honesty, was more of a fluke than a true master of the fighting arts). Jon Talbain, similarly, was a master among masters, one of the greatest of his world’s warriors, and a creature imbued with the supernatural force of the Wolf within besides. While Master Tigress was the equal to almost any mortal foe, the werewolf before her wasn’t quite mortal. This was a clash between equals.

Except, in this case, there were several mitigating circumstances. Circumstances that did not help Master Tigress’ cause. Not far off, watching the fight with her enigmatic smile, the she-tiger’s reflection clearly visible in her ink-dark eyes, was a goddess, and Master Tigress could sense without needing to be told that Okami Amaterasu was not on her side in his conflict. That was one. The other…well, just look at him! Master Tigress was honestly trying hard not to, but it was very difficult indeed, for Jon obviously felt no self-consciousness about standing before her, crouched and ready for battle, wearing absolutely nothing but his fur.

Even before she threw the first punch, Master Tigress knew how this fight would end. What she hadn’t counted on, was just how perverse these filthy wolves could be.

The first rush of warriors passed faster than any but the most trained eye could have followed. There was a rush of wind, and Master Tigress could have sworn that, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Okami flick her black-tipped white tail in a motion that followed Jon’s own rush. When the two combatants, tiger and wolf, passed, however, Master Tigress blinked, then spun, ready to face her opponent once more when she realized she hadn’t been touched.

“Fury of the beast, huh?” she growled, her hands out in the stance named after her.

“Only when I’m angry,” teased the blue-and-white werewolf, motioning with his muzzle to the detail Master Tigress seemed to have missed. “You’re way too cute for me to stay angry with you for long.”

Looking down, Master Tigress felt the heat rush into her cheeks: that vile mutt had torn off her sash! Or maybe it was that wretched lupine goddess nearby, she couldn’t tell. All that mattered was, Master Tigress’ pants were suddenly flopped in the snow, baring the kung fu master’s twisted thong-style underwear (a casual observer might have called Master Tigress’ undies a fundoshi, but the mere hint that Master Tigress was wearing something Japanese would probably have made her punch such an observer in the mouth).

“Nice!” proclaimed Jon, giving Master Tigress a wink.

Roaring in fury, Master Tigress pounced! But once again, Jon Talbain rushed past her, avoiding coming to grips with her indomitable tiger style. Also once again, when he’d passed, Master Tigress saw Okami’s tail flick, and when she spun to face her foe, she felt the cool air of the snowscape brushing through her fur, as her tight-fitting vest suddenly fell open, baring all four of her tiny pink nipples.

Under normal circumstances, Master Tigress wouldn’t have cared that she’d been stripped almost naked in front of an even more naked – and very attractive, in a wicked sort of way – male. But Jon Talbain, Bambi, and even Okami Amaterasu weren’t the only ones who’d been affected by the strain of close quarters with the asari and that scantily-clad blue vixen. No, Master Tigress had felt a similar strain, even though she’d resisted it for so long, far longer than anyone else there.

Flustered beyond words, Master Tigress did the unthinkable: rather than leaping to the attack, she reached up to grab at her open vest, seeking to cover herself once more.

In that moment, Jon Talbain struck.

“Gotcha,” he growled, his voice deep and seductive, almost a feline purr in her ear as he pinned Master Tigress’ hands above her head, her body pressed against the cold snowy rock beneath. Looking down, Master Tigress’ slitted eyes widened, becoming almost perfect circles at the sight of the werewolf’s immense erection, now standing full and rigid, with its knot swollen at the base. Jon saw Master Tigress’ interest, and grinned wickedly at her, before deliberately and very, very slowly stroking it across the front of her underwear.

“S-stop!” Master Tigress protested, squirming beneath Jon, her legs kicking to either side of his hips, but with nowhere the strength and skill she could have brought to bear; it was as though she just couldn’t force herself to effectively resist this wicked, brutal male who was forcing her white cloth thong to grow dark with unwanted moisture. “Release me!”

Then she was looking up into Jon Talbain’s eyes, the same yellow as her own, her mouth open, frozen beneath that gaze. His smoldering eyes felt as though they were boring into her soul. She could feel his breath on her lips, could see him getting closer, then closer still. Despite herself, despite all her training, and her efforts to purge herself of all the degrading lusts of the flesh, Master Tigress felt her eyes flutter shut just as she saw Jon Talbain start to turn his head slightly to the side, his lips pursing. She didn’t want to, and yet…and yet, her own lips started to purse as well when she felt the tickle of his whiskers against hers.

Just as suddenly as he’d covered her, however, Master Tigress felt the weight vanish as Jon stood up. Her eyes snapped open with the fire of fury – though whether she was more angry that he’d stopped or that he’d started in the first place, she wasn’t really sure – but the cruel werewolf only waggled a teasing finger at her, then turned his eyes toward Bambi once more, who bit his lower lip, those adorable, large, and so expressive eyes turning up to meet the wolf’s.

“It’s your first time,” Jon explained casually over his shoulder as he approached the trembling and very erect deer boy, his expression only lightly teasing. “I’m not taking a girl’s first time. That’s something she should give on her own.”

But…but she’d wanted him to take her!

Those large paws seized Bambi’s head, then pulled the adorable young buck into a savage kiss. Whimpering sweetly, the boy was so easily manipulated, so easily aroused as Jon rubbed his erection against Bambi’s own. Master Tigress caught the look Jon gave her, though, and it made her shiver all over despite herself: his look told her very clearly, what I am doing to this adorable little cutie, I’d like to do to you.

Despite herself, all Master Tigress could do was watch.

Then, suddenly, just as Jon was starting to kiss his way down the beautiful young buck’s body…the communicator crackled to life.

“All channels, general emergency! All channels, general emergency! We are under attack! Return to the ship as soon as possible!”

*

Kim Possible finally understood where the term “slave driver” came from; the armored guy with the whip drove the poor humans for almost an hour more, until the sun was starting to set behind the high mountains, before he finally relented, and got his group settling down to make camp. The three prisoners being carried on poles weren’t freed, though. Instead, their binding poles were set on Y-shaped posts hammered into the ground, and they were then left dangling there while the others, slaves and slavers alike, settled in for their evening meal.

A perfect time for Kim’s purposes.

Young as Kim Possible might be, she was still one of the best at what she did. Spy work, secret agent awesomeness, even some freelance vigilantism, she’d done it all, and done it well. With her snug-fitting black bodysuit shifting slightly to blend in better with the environment, there was no way those ugly, tusked humanoid…things would have a chance of seeing her, not with those tiny, piggish eyes of theirs.

Slowing her breathing, forcing herself to stay calm and focused, the flame-haired teen carefully threaded her way into the dark swath between the campfire of the slavers, and the campfire of the slaves. Her goal was right before her: the nearest of the three prisoners, the raven-haired woman in blue. Easy as pie, just get in close, cut her free with the utility knife, and start a revolution. Simple!

Except, like too many things, it wasn’t nearly simple enough.

[35% chance of success – rolled 73 – failure!]

Suddenly one of the creatures with the long claws rose to his feet, bellowing in fury. Somehow, he’d sensed her off in the dark, possibly through some sort of tremorsense beyond Kim’s ability to recognize. Kim only just barely had time to look in his direction, before seeing thick, ropey tentacles lunge from the monster-man’s hands, and plunge into the ground, leaving something like a mole tunnel behind them as they burrowed under the ground…straight towards her!

[40% chance of fighting success – rolled 35 – success #1! New chance of success is 45%]

Even as tentacles burst up all around her, Kim didn’t hold still. Instead, even as she ducked and dodged, her utility knife lashed out, and the tentacle-lashing monster screamed as his limbs were severed.

Fast as Kim was, however, she wasn’t fast enough to escape before the tusked humanoids came running up, grunting eagerly, their stiff, bulbous erections already at full mast and bobbing with every step just at the sight and scent of fresh young girlflesh.

[45% chance of success – rolled 88 – failure #1! New chance of success is 40%]

Just as she was turning to retreat into the night, Kim felt rough hands grab at her utility belt, where she kept almost all of her gadgets. So strong was the creature that had seized hold of her, that Kim was immediately brought up short. An instant later, Kim was stumbling forward, bent over almost right at the waist as her hands went out to arrest her fall, while the powerful creature brutally tore her pants right down to her knees, exposing her smooth, heart-shaped bottom, perfectly toned with clearly-defined dimples of Venus from all her practice on the cheerleading squad back in her normal life. Exposed as she was, Kim could hardly fail to realize that the only thing standing between her and the monster cock that could pop her cherry at any moment was a flimsy bit of pink cotton.

Right then, Kim really wished she hadn’t worn her thong on this mission.

In the dark, Kim could see the glowing red eyes of the bony-knobbed brutes closing in on her, trying to circle around to cut off any avenue of escape. She had to break free before they got to her!

[40% chance of success – rolled 20 – success #2! New chance of success is 45%]

Desperate to escape, Kim grit her teeth, and deliberately sacrificed what remained of her modesty, jerking herself forward and then rolling, leaving her dark pants behind in the clutches of the monster man that had snuck up on her from the rear. Now clad only in a pink thong and boots below the waist, Kim knew she was running out of options, and fast; her gear had all been on her belt or the pouches on her belt, so now all she had as far as tools was the knife in her hands.

Delivering a back-kick right to the face of the monster man behind her, Kim took off, her supple skin set off by the light of the slave campfire as she went close to their camp to avoid the enclosing circle of hunched figures now chasing her on all sides. Ignoring the cold, ignoring the desperate cries for help from the slaves she’d tried – and failed – to free, ignoring even the onrushing monsters that were already starting to close the circle around her, Kim just focused on running just a little faster, on making it into the snowy wastes before she was taken prisoner.

She just had to make it a little farther…

[45% chance of success – rolled 91 – failure #2! New chance of success is 40%]

But once again, Kim underestimated the abilities of the hideous monsters pursuing her. No human could have moved that fast! Of course, however, Kim was swiftly learning she wasn’t dealing with mere humans. Just as Kim made it to the little gap where the monsters hadn’t quite reached, one of their number bounded forward, looking almost like an ape as he loped across the snow. Landing in front of her, he lunged at her, arms outstretched. Ducking the clumsy grab, Kim delivered two punches and a kick to the creature’s face and neck and chest, before she finally resorted to a quick jab of her knife, which finally made the monster man go down with a screech, taking the knife with him as he fell back.

Too late, Kim realized the delay the monster had caused her would likely be fatal to her chances for escape, as the red eyes gleamed in the darkness all around her now. A broad-shouldered charged out of the dark, and Kim only barely twisted, then threw him over her shoulder with a judo toss. Another swiped at her with heavy clawed hands, and Kim ducked back only just in time to keep from being knocked down, losing a fair patch of the lower half of her top in the process before she stepped in and delivered a brutal kick to the solar plexus of the monster. Turning that kick into a sweep, Kim spun as she heard another monster coming at her from the side. This time, however, she wasn’t fast enough, as the creature caught her ankle, and flipped Kim right onto her back, her legs splayed apart as she did her best to spread out her weight and absorb the impact of the fall. The monster that had dumped her on her back kept hold of Kim’s ankle as he stepped between her spread legs, while still more of the creatures closed in all around, their chitin-covered cocks throbbing as they chuckled cruelly, grunting to each other in their debased near-language, their intentions for their prisoner obvious.

[40% chance of success – rolled 19 – success #3! New chance of success is 45%]

Just as the monster that had grabbed Kim’s ankle was kneeling between her legs, and trying to grab her other leg to properly subdue her for the gang-rape certain to fill Kim Possible’s near future for the next several hours, Kim suddenly jerked her leg back, putting it side-by-side with her free leg, both of them pressed knees-into-chest. Grunting in a moment of confusion, the humanoid was completely caught off-guard as Kim slammed both her booted feet hard right in his face, hard enough to snap one of his tusks right off!

Not pausing to savor this momentary victory, Kim kipped herself up, keeping her stance low and ready as the monsters grunted in fury and lusty eagerness, then charged her in a dark mass! This was it – do or die!

[45% chance of success – rolled 39 – success #4! Kim has succeeded!]

Taking advantage of the low-set stances of the hulking brutes, and her cheerleading training as well, Kim lithely vaulted over the back of one of the monsters, then neatly judo-tossed another. So intent on overwhelming her with sheer numbers were the creatures that her light avoidance of their charge was all it took for Kim to suddenly find herself in the clear – she could run for safety!

Kim Possible was smart enough not to turn down an opportunity like this.

Fortunately for Kim, she’d trained for endurance running, just like she’d trained for a lot of things. As she got away from the camps of the slavers, the cold moon came out from behind the clouds, throwing the snowscape around her into sharp contrast. Looking around, she could see the surrounding land, and knew she’d have to make a decision on where to go next. Along with her pants and tools had also gone her communicator, so for now, Kim was on her own.

*

“I have had almost as many good experiences with ancient temples as bad ones,” Samus finally concluded. “We will try the temple first. But be wary: at the first sign of danger, we are getting out.”

“Roger,” agreed Red, letting Elh take control of the sensors on the Dahak while he guided the main drivetrain along behind Samus, and the primary weapons systems as well. Elh might be good with some systems, but Red was a lot better, with much more experience.

The trip to the temple was, surprisingly, actually rather short. Red had kind of expected the snow or the rocky terrain to slow them up, but after some of the enhancements done to the Dahak, the mini-mecha was a great deal more maneuverable than it had once been. Naturally, Samus Aran had no trouble at all clearing even the most difficult of terrain obstacles; after all, he was the best bounty hunter in the Selected Universe.

The sun was starting to sink behind the mountains just as the little team arrived at the front of the temple, and Red and Elh couldn’t resist looking up at the towering columns of the front edifice in awe.

“Wow,” said Red, the more vocal of the pair. “This place is huge!”

“Possibly to accommodate the inhabitants,” Samus said calmly, the visor of his power suit glowing slightly, obviously scanning the place. “I’m picking up life signs within. There’s something big in there…but it’s dormant, I think, based on these readings. I don’t think we’re in danger from it yet, but I’d still rather we kept our distance,” he glanced at Red with what would have been a wry expression, if not for the face-concealing helmet. “I’ve had bad experiences with things waking up when I get close.”

“Is that it?” asked Red, taking another step forward with the Dahak. “Just a really big single life signal?”

“There’s more in there,” said Elh suddenly, and both Samus and Red turned to look at the quiet purple-and-white-striped felineko, her eyes wide and unseeing; she’d gone into one of her mystic trances. “Something evil has trapped the god whose temple this is. The evil is in there still, and…and it’s about to perform a sacrifice!” Elh gasped as she started out of her momentary trance. “We should hurry!” she said urgently.

At that same moment, however, the Dahak’s comm crackled to life.

“All channels, general emergency! All channels, general emergency! We are under attack! Return to the ship as soon as possible!”

*

“Sail away, sail away, sail away!” sang Chocolat at a volume that was far too loud and far too unskilled for the comfort of the others on board the little skiff.

“Just our luck to have a Pomeranian pilot who likes Enya,” groaned Carmelita, shaking her head as she did her best to focus on the rapidly-approaching shore.

“It could be worse,” Renamon added with a light shrug, the faintest of smiles on her normally-stoic, yellow-furred face. “She could ask me to locate a channel with even more music.”

“That would be foolish,” said Raven, obviously not getting the joke at all. “If we tried to find offplanet music stations, even with your inbuilt communications, we’d attract the attention of the space pirates looking for us for certain.”

As the night started to sink over everything, the stars above made the sea below look like a vast plain of shining lights, almost as though they were sailing those stars rather than water. The effect, however, was unfortunately broken when Chocolat, with astonishing skill considering she’d never been on this planet before in her life, guided the boat into the relatively narrow channel leading from the sea into the headwaters of a river.

“It’s just up ahead,” said Renamon, her blue-on-black eyes glowing as she stared through the darkness to their destination. “At this pace, we should reach the docks of the desert town by dawn.”

By this time, the alarm signal from the ship had long since come in. Unfortunately, Chocolat, Carmelita Montoya Fox, Renamon, and Raven knew they were far too distant to have any impact on the fight one way or the other. All they could do was fulfill their mission, and hope their friends would be all right.

*

The whole ship shook at the big minotaur trailing the group of attackers suddenly slammed into the side of the hull with a dull, resounding boom. All the same, Brooklyn and Angela knew how to keep their balance in worse situations – a natural side-effect of flight training – and even while the two asari stumbled and then lost their footing amidst the chaos, the gargoyles tore into the more hideous gargoyles attacking them with their bare talons, rending several apart in short order.

Meanwhile, Krystal forced herself to her feet, then grit her teeth. Now was not the time to bask in the afterglow! The ship was under attack!

[60% chance of success – rolled 60 exactly – success #1! New chance of success is 65%]

Ordering her thoughts with an effort, Krystal let the tendrils of her mental powers reach out to the rest of the crew. Gripping the staff firmly as she stood there, concentrating, Krystal first located Kiara and Kovu. Kiara’s firm young breasts were exposed now, and Kovu was gnawing on them, one by one, delighting in the feel of the firm pair of mammaries beneath his strong hands and greedy mouth. Honestly, Krystal felt sorry to interrupt them, but it simply had to be done: after all, if the ship was overrun, they wouldn’t have any more chances for such play in the future.

Tickling the backs of the two teens’ minds until, finally, reluctantly, they acknowledged the klaxons blaring around the ship, and scrambled for their weapons, Krystal sighed lightly in dissappointment. She could feel the frustrated fury of the lions, Kovu’s no greater than Kiara’s at the interruption, and knew that the enemies up above were in trouble if even a fraction of that frustration were turned upon them.

Staff firmly in hand, Krystal walked to the ladder leading to the top hull, and climbed up lightly, stepping out into the midst of chaos. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could “hear” Riva using the comm channels to send out a distress signal for any help available.

That, however, stopped being important the moment Krystal came nose-to-nose with Zeke Wolf.

[65% chance of success – rolled 79 – failure #1! New chance of success is 60%]

That smile, so toothy, so filled with lust and strange, untamed hunger…Krystal’s breath caught in her throat, and she was certain her heart skipped more than a few beats.

“Hey, hot stuff,” the wicked wolf laughed. “You look like you could use a blowjob.”

Krystal was just about to explain how stupid that quip was, and then really start to tear into the Big Bad Wolf when he cut her off with a sudden blast of rushing air from his powerful lungs. Screaming, Krystal grabbed onto her staff in desperation, letting power flow into it, rooting it in place on the hull. It worked – she wasn’t blown away, though it was a close one! Unfortunately, Krystal’s clothes didn’t fare nearly as well.

As soon as Krystal dropped back onto her feet, gasping for breath at the sudden rush of hurricane-force wind, Zeke looked her over appreciatively, then licked his chops, nice and slow and sexy. Despite the situation, Krystal found herself…moistening.

“Now I’m gonna eatcha!” he declared eagerly, reaching for the nude blue vixen with his large, strong hands.

[60% chance of success – rolled 29 – success #2! New chance of success is 65%]

Before the Big Bad Wolf could do more than just barely lay his hands on Krystal’s shoulders, however, she gripped her staff tightly, then swung it around with all her might. With a loud yelp! of total shock and surprise, the black-furred wolf took the smack right across his jaw, sending him stumbling to the deck. In that moment of contact, Krystal felt the mind behind the Big Bad Wolf’s mind, if only for just a moment, and realized with a start that, while the other creatures attacking the ship might serve as willingly as creatures like them possibly could, Zeke Wolf wasn’t his own agent: his mind was being controlled by something outside of himself.

Just as Krystal made this realization, Kovu and Kiara burst out onto the roof of the ship, Kovu thrusting viciously with a spear, Kiara laying waste with one of the blaster rifles from the ship’s small armory. Their leader now sprawled on the ground, and suddenly coming under heavy fire, the creatures all around paused, uncertain in the midst of the conflict, while Brooklyn, Angela, and Kovu pressed their advantage, pushing them back, with Kiara providing cover fire, giving Aadhira and Sasfin a perfect opportunity to escape back to the ship, and then arm themselves.

[65% chance of success – rolled 40 – success #3!]

There wasn’t any need for the two asari to make the effort, however. Down below, his pants hung over a nearby lever, his erect pink penis bobbing as he worked – much to the enjoyment of Shianne and the deep embarrassment (with a good amount of enjoyment as well, however) of Boss – Tails heard the klaxon, and went right to work to do just what was needed. In this case, it was shifting some of the ship’s remaining power over to its defense systems.

Right at the moment when the grotesque monsters and their goatman backers (who seemed to be more intelligent and thus the leaders of the attackers, besides Zeke) were wavering between flight and a second wind, the automated turrets suddenly came alive, and all the area beyond where the defenders stood was filled with fiery death. Bleating and bellowing as they were mowed down, the attackers leapt from the ship’s hull, and started to beat a hasty retreat, the towering minotaur who’d been trying to tear open the hull in the fore.

Glancing down, apparently unconcerned about her complete nudity, Krystal couldn’t help but notice that Zeke seemed to be trying to catch up with the now-fleeing attackers. She frowned as she considered his lean-muscled back.

Choices

*Master Tigress, Jon Talbain, Okami Amaterasu, Bambi

Continue the scene, or return to the ship?

*Kim Possible

Kim can see three possible locations she could run toward. However, each has a chance of being caught associated with it. The locations are, from most distant to least:

Temple (60% chance of capture)

Castle (45% chance of capture)

Ruined Tower (30% chance of capture)

If Kim is caught up to by her pursuers, she will have to fight again and succeed four times (or fail three times), as above, but this time with only a 30% starting chance of success – she’s going to be tired out after her fight followed by her hard run if she has to fight again.

*Samus Aran, Red Savarin, and Elh Melizee

Into the temple, or back to the ship?

*Sailing South

The content will continue next time. Feel free to make any suggestions you like about how they approach the arid city.

*Defending the ship

Shall we try to take Zeke prisoner? We have a 40% chance of success if we want to try.

If we want to take any other prisoners, our chance of success is 30%