1d100:  = 82
1d20:  = 1
1d100:  = 73
Babble Fish translator
Leo spends a week in Mack's stronghold workshop/laboratory. The process is excrutiating, and he drifts in and out of consciousness. The initial surgery to remove his harness and bio-computer is the least of the process, and Mack gives him treatments to reduce the pangs of withdrawal from the juicer drug cocktail he'd been on a steady diet of for three-plus years. Still, he is wracked with pain, and can barely breathe under the weight of his own massive body, now too big for his diminished strength to accommodate. Mack places a breathing tube in his throat, and numerous intravenous injections provide steady driops of chemicals Leo can only, in his semi-conscous state, guess at. Sustenance, probably. Something to dull the senses - a sedative? Probably. But there's something else.
In a few fits of temporary wakefulness, mind clouded by pain and wracked by the pangs of withdrawal, Leo experiences some strange procedures he cannot explain. An injection, here, that courses through his body like a river of ice. A beam of white-hot light, there, that causes his flesh to bubble and surge. Numerous metal prongs, arcing with electricity or some other energy, zapping his major muscle groups as if in a predetermined dance, the energy arcing through him like a splugorth whip until it causes him to lose consciousness again.
The process seems eternal, until one day, suddenly, it ends. Mack rouses him, tells him to get dressed - it is time to return. Leo is assured by Mack that there are no further lingering effects from the juicer detox, and that the changes he has undergone will return him to near his previous functionality. And with that, almost perfunctorily, he is returned to his family home.
Leo greets the family, and is glad to see Zeek has returned.
Zeek wrote:"Leo, you look good. Sorry I wasn’t around to help.”
Leo returns the hug - gently, as he is accustomed to having bone-breaking strength - and says "Don't worry about it. As long as there's Miltons - or Templar - around we can get the job done. And now I'm fixed up, hopefully I won't be able to come home from time to time and visit."
As the Templar gather to get instructions from Mack, Leo sees a new member in Father Josiah. He stands, head bowed respectfully, as the man prays - though Leo has never had much use for religion. Afterward, he introduces himself.
He stretches out a massive hand for a handshake. White haired and bearing scars, the former Titan Juicer still looms over most. He smiles. "Name's Leo. Glad to meet ya. Welcome to the Templar."
Leo takes a moment to place the squirming translator fish in his ear, suppressing a gag, and listens as Jason asks for more detail, picking up what detail he can.
So, we're to meet a Lemurian scientist named Kiri-Kiri.
He pauses to see if he knows anything of the Lemurians from his time as a Splugorth slave.
Lore: D-Bee 45%
1d100:  = 88
After they talk, Leo watches with interest as Mack summons the sky whale, and, with some trepidation, enters the beast's mouth. Didn't I hear a story like this when I was a kid? Something about being eaten by a whale?
Leo makes the trip largely in silence, feeling not unlike waiting in the slave pits at the gladiator arena - another dark, damp place with unknown dangers nearby. He tries not to let the thoguhts get to him, however. He realizes that he would have been tearing his hair out as a juicer at being stuck in one place for so long - he'd always felt jittery, and needed to move, to work, to be active, but now he is content to sit in place, rest, even sleep - though he is nowhere near as bone-tired as he'd been before Mack's efforts.
As the whale's mouth opens and the adhesive releases them, he stands, hefts his hammer, and strides out onto the island. As teres immediately gets to work being an indispensible wilderness guide, Leo is thankful that the Templar picked her up. My own skills in that area are mediocre at best.
He chuckles, thinking about the failures in the Dinosaur jungle that left him all to often covered in mud or fighting for his life.
"JONAH! HA! I was trying to remember that story! He was the puppet guy, right?"
Father Josiah wrote:"Then the Lord commanded the fish to vomit Jonah upon dry land."
As the team try to decide how best to proceed, Leo notes, "I got my jetpack - if you want I can take a circuit of the valley and look for structures or roads. Otherwise, I learned as a kid when you're lost, go downhill 'till you find water, then go downstream 'till you find people. Don't think it works 100% of the time, but if nothing else, it's something to do."
Once the team decide on a course of action, Leo joins Murdoc in climbing down out of the mountains. If needed, he notes "I know I have a history of crashing my jetpack, but I did a lot of drills and practice back home, and I bet I'm a better flier than I am a climber at this point."
If asked, he will fly people down the mountain, rather than risk the climb, one or two at a time.
Once they reach level ground, Leo gathers with the others.