[[ooc: Finn has been resistant to this entire symbiotic game. His physical abilities have sightly improved, but he won't be punching through walls anytime soon. Feel free to assume some CR.]
Two
Missions with no living enemies to shoot were Finn's preferred kind of trouble. Kept it easier to focus on the end goal in worlds where exactly which end of the moral spectrum they were actually on was less than clear. An ex-Stormtrooper knew better than anyone how misleading cut and clear mission reports could be. But stopping an entire moon from destruction was easy enough to get behind.
He'd requested a small squad, three to four others at most, and took point. Faster for a number of small groups to try and hit multiple points. He'd opted for the coolant system, betting any good engineer would have the drill set to shut down if that went down rather than risking the drill just going off course and still accomplishing its mission. He peaked his head (and his rifle) around a corner of the tunnel, then signaled his team to follow.
"What's the next turn?"
He'd left deciphering the map to the guy in the middle.
Three
He couldn't make his leg stay still. Even seated, his knee kept jiggling was the excess energy of waiting. He'd skipped the sightseeing and gone straight for waiting on the Empress. Or helping to wait on her, anyway. Protection he could offer, but hopefully one of his crew mates was better prepared for the diplomacy. Just telling a girl she needed to come with them if she wanted to live had almost gotten him blown up last time around.
Finn glanced over to the crew member at his side and, after clearing his throat, decided to check on that.
"Hey."
The mind talking thing was still too weird. He'd leave that for a real emergency.
Wildcard
[[Want to do something different with Finn? Hit me up with any situation and I will reply]]
Finn | Star Wars
Two
Missions with no living enemies to shoot were Finn's preferred kind of trouble. Kept it easier to focus on the end goal in worlds where exactly which end of the moral spectrum they were actually on was less than clear. An ex-Stormtrooper knew better than anyone how misleading cut and clear mission reports could be. But stopping an entire moon from destruction was easy enough to get behind.
He'd requested a small squad, three to four others at most, and took point. Faster for a number of small groups to try and hit multiple points. He'd opted for the coolant system, betting any good engineer would have the drill set to shut down if that went down rather than risking the drill just going off course and still accomplishing its mission. He peaked his head (and his rifle) around a corner of the tunnel, then signaled his team to follow.
"What's the next turn?"
He'd left deciphering the map to the guy in the middle.
Three
He couldn't make his leg stay still. Even seated, his knee kept jiggling was the excess energy of waiting. He'd skipped the sightseeing and gone straight for waiting on the Empress. Or helping to wait on her, anyway. Protection he could offer, but hopefully one of his crew mates was better prepared for the diplomacy. Just telling a girl she needed to come with them if she wanted to live had almost gotten him blown up last time around.
Finn glanced over to the crew member at his side and, after clearing his throat, decided to check on that.
"Hey."
The mind talking thing was still too weird. He'd leave that for a real emergency.
Wildcard
[[Want to do something different with Finn? Hit me up with any situation and I will reply]]