4.3 Fort Sioux
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
The bot continues to stare at the Daemonix, waiting patiently for their demise (OOC hasn't taken any actions other than monitor the MS). It once again feeds the Manslayer's location to the team and then focuses a little more intently on the Hangdog.
Electronics 1d10!!+2: [5]+2 = 7
Wild 1d6!!+2: [3]+2 = 5
It reaches into a small pack, pulls out a small whiteboard and begins to draw.
This...is Chewbacca...
Confusion w/range (2PP) Spellcasting 1d6!!+2: [4]+2 = 6
Wild 1d6!!+2: [1]+2 = 3
Hangdog Smarts roll
Electronics 1d10!!+2: [5]+2 = 7
Wild 1d6!!+2: [3]+2 = 5
It reaches into a small pack, pulls out a small whiteboard and begins to draw.
This...is Chewbacca...
Confusion w/range (2PP) Spellcasting 1d6!!+2: [4]+2 = 6
Wild 1d6!!+2: [1]+2 = 3
Hangdog Smarts roll
Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Elennar begins to draw on the final hangdog. Something catches her eye and causes her to stop. Refocusing her vision, she engaged with Barinthasheer. "I have you now, fiend. Your miserable existence ends here and now!"
She takes aim and . The shot flies true, and sprouting from the opposite end of its head. The beast falls very, very dead. "Rally, friends! Let us finish its comrade in the name of Orome!"
She takes aim and . The shot flies true, and sprouting from the opposite end of its head. The beast falls very, very dead. "Rally, friends! Let us finish its comrade in the name of Orome!"
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two headshots to Hangdog, doing 3 and 2 Wounds
Ryder iss about to play hunt-and-blast with the invisible Manslayer, when he hears Elennar's triumphant cry. Figuring that means the unseen target was down, he decides to get the remaining Hangdog, popping off two blasts with ease, both headshots, hitting with enough force to cauterize the exposed neck."Okay, folks, I think that's our lot! Grab anything potentially useful--Vic, see if some of their gear can be salvaged for your own projects, maybe? Just try to cut off anything that's more demon-meat than magic-tech, okay?"
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Date: December 8, 109 PA
Mission: Day 13
Time: 1740
Weather: Normal for the season (cold); no wind; light snow
Location: Wilderness/Survey location
Ley Line: No
Scene modifiers:
Elennar’s and Ryder’s shots finish off the daemonix, leaving their ichor-bleeding corpses strewn over the plains.
END ENCOUNTER: You have some time for RP for the rest of the week.
Mission: Day 13
Time: 1740
Weather: Normal for the season (cold); no wind; light snow
Location: Wilderness/Survey location
Ley Line: No
Scene modifiers:
- Light/Visibility: -1 for snow
Elennar’s and Ryder’s shots finish off the daemonix, leaving their ichor-bleeding corpses strewn over the plains.
END ENCOUNTER: You have some time for RP for the rest of the week.
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The creatures dead, Jericho begins looking over them. Then looking between the reported leader of the team and the one who took charge in combat Jericho is unsure who is really in charge. "Anyone need to harvest anything from these guys? If not, better to burn the bodies than eat them or let them rot, most animals won't eat something that smells like this. They smell diseased."
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Elennar shakes her head at @Jericho. "I have no need of anything these foul creatures have defiled. However, speaking of defiled, you may wish to ask that one." She head-bobs towards @Vik. "He has a surprising expertise with techno-wizardry. I suspect the smell may be a subtle camouflage so that most will expect little of him." She reaches out a hand to the cat. "I am Elennar. We have not been properly introduced. How came you to this region?"
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Jericho gently look the hand of the tiny elf. "I am Jericho." Then answer some of her question. "I came here fleeing the Coalition. Turns out they are not fond of it when one of their pets decides the likes the prey more than the masters."Elennar wrote: ↑Tue Dec 15, 2020 12:20 pm Elennar shakes her head at Jericho. "I have no need of anything these foul creatures have defiled. However, speaking of defiled, you may wish to ask that one." She head-bobs towards Vik. "He has a surprising expertise with techno-wizardry. I suspect the smell may be a subtle camouflage so that most will expect little of him." She reaches out a hand to the cat. "I am Elennar. We have not been properly introduced. How came you to this region?"
Then looking at the collection of men he asks. "So, what can you tell me of your collection? I like the idea of being in a group and not being left to fend for myself against the coalition."
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Elennar smirks at @Jericho. "Magnetic charm in something besides a human form is anathema to such as the skull worshipers." She glances around and begins to introduce the entirety of the 101st. "Our senior officer, @Ashley Logan. No friend of the coalition, she. Technical matters fall to @Vik, who you can identify by the putrid smell and the tenuous grip on consciousness and lucidity. Far better smelling and much more alert is our talented transport specialist, @@Ryder. @Dr. Asterisk is a recent addition to our number. And, lastly, the mighty @Barinthasheer is a squadron unto himself. We are fortunate he has lent his strength to our cause." She bows slightly to the cat. "You are welcome to seek refuge with us. You have the look of someone who is well able to carry his own weight. We shall be glad for the addition."
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Jericho nods as he is introduced to each a little more formally than his previous intro now that there is no risk of imminent death or combat. Though a couple had already made his acquaintance it was good to have names for everyone. "Well, if your hiring, I am looking for employment. My last job did not like it when I chose not to murder younglings.Elennar wrote: ↑Thu Dec 17, 2020 9:36 pm Elennar smirks at Jericho. "Magnetic charm in something besides a human form is anathema to such as the skull worshipers." She glances around and begins to introduce the entirety of the 101st. "Our senior officer, Ashley Logan. No friend of the coalition, she. Technical matters fall to 4Vik, who you can identify by the putrid smell and the tenuous grip on consciousness and lucidity. Far better smelling and much more alert is our talented transport specialist, Ryder. Dr. Asterisk is a recent addition to our number. And, lastly, the mighty Barinthasheer is a squadron unto himself. We are fortunate he has lent his strength to our cause." She bows slightly to the cat. "You are welcome to seek refuge with us. You have the look of someone who is well able to carry his own weight. We shall be glad for the addition."
"I know I did not perform as well as I could have in this last battle, but my skills are not trivial. I can labor, fight, scout and hunt for you if needed."
Without more direction he takes care of disposing of the corpses.
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Vik sticks his head into the conversation before the poncy tree-hugging tart fills 'Rico's head up with a load of shite and calls it lembas.
"Right-o, Lion-o. If you's wants ta sign up with this lot, the first thing what's worth sorting is ta know who's qualified for the dispensing of wisdom, like, and who's not. And the most important of that persuasion is ta know that yer best served ignorin' anyfin' what's vomited from 'twixt the lips of jumped-up Jezebelles what's never known this side of an Epilady, if you catch my drift," he says, glaring as obviously as he can at the patchouli-bombed princess.
"Now, 'fore we go and just pretend to be warriors for like ecological justice and such, how abouts you give ol' Vik a hand with the recyclables, right? Some good tech on these demon-y blokes, once you get the brimstone and hell-pus off the transistors. Gotta watch for the ones what's got like abyssal grubs in the gubbins, need an extra scrub on them wif some holy water, though dragonfire's good for that, too, and Barry-boy's game once he's had a bellyful of them Legion ration's ...
"Right-o, Lion-o. If you's wants ta sign up with this lot, the first thing what's worth sorting is ta know who's qualified for the dispensing of wisdom, like, and who's not. And the most important of that persuasion is ta know that yer best served ignorin' anyfin' what's vomited from 'twixt the lips of jumped-up Jezebelles what's never known this side of an Epilady, if you catch my drift," he says, glaring as obviously as he can at the patchouli-bombed princess.
"Now, 'fore we go and just pretend to be warriors for like ecological justice and such, how abouts you give ol' Vik a hand with the recyclables, right? Some good tech on these demon-y blokes, once you get the brimstone and hell-pus off the transistors. Gotta watch for the ones what's got like abyssal grubs in the gubbins, need an extra scrub on them wif some holy water, though dragonfire's good for that, too, and Barry-boy's game once he's had a bellyful of them Legion ration's ...
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Elennar arches an eyebrow at @Vik. She points towards his chestplate. "You would know of vomit. Is that regurgitated breakfast you've decorated your suit with?" She pinches her nose and leans back towards @Jericho. "Yes. This one is wisdom incarnate. His wisdom begins and ends with self-gratification and defilement. It's a wonder our gear hasn't collapsed under the weight of intestinal acids."
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You know, come to think of it, both of those issues could be remedied with one device. (presents a tendril-held device with a small, electric rotary motor) Spin it one way and the 5 titanium blades remove unsightly hairs. Spin it the other, a passable crustbuster vaccuum groomer for last night's <ahem>, "bout with excessive reflux." See that way you both could look and smell a little... (trails off) Ah...
'Course, these blades are good for excising bits of tech from alien fleshheaps too, right? Uh, heh.
I'll be over here.
'Course, these blades are good for excising bits of tech from alien fleshheaps too, right? Uh, heh.
I'll be over here.
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Listening as @Vik and @Elennar go through their perspective view point Jericho has been around long enough to know he did not want get in the middle of it. When Vik shares some work he can apply himself to he jumps on it. "Right, I can help with that right away."
Moving over to help on the work Jericho proves he is competent and works well at the job. All the while listening to the conversation and how they relate. The robots response seemed a little out of sorts, leaving Jericho to wonder if the robot is more than a simple droid.
Moving over to help on the work Jericho proves he is competent and works well at the job. All the while listening to the conversation and how they relate. The robots response seemed a little out of sorts, leaving Jericho to wonder if the robot is more than a simple droid.
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Date: December 8, 109 PA
Mission: Day 15-18
Time: 0800
Weather: Normal for the season (cold); no wind; light snow
Location: Wilderness/Survey location
Ley Line: No
Scene modifiers:
Survey Days successes: 1/5
After harvesting what techno-wizard parts could be had from the daemonix, the Trailblazers found a place to set up camp, and then resumed their surveys of the area the next morning. Nothing too exciting interrupted them as they worked.
Mission: Day 15-18
Time: 0800
Weather: Normal for the season (cold); no wind; light snow
Location: Wilderness/Survey location
Ley Line: No
Scene modifiers:
- Light/Visibility: -1 for snow
Survey Days successes: 1/5
After harvesting what techno-wizard parts could be had from the daemonix, the Trailblazers found a place to set up camp, and then resumed their surveys of the area the next morning. Nothing too exciting interrupted them as they worked.
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Support: +2, CritFail, +2, +1
Day 1: Ryder adeptly manages to cover considerable ground, maneuvering the Aeon Cassowary through gullies, over rocky terrain, through thick underbrush and even down a steep slope, all the while making his passengers feel as if they're riding on a smoothly paved street, of the kind that scarcely exists outside of Chi-Town and the better 'Burbs.Day 2: Power surge problems continue to plague the Cassowary, unfortunately, once again damaging the sensors. Fortunately, it's a fairly quick and easy fix, and this time Ryder knows what to look for, but the delay does hinder their exploration a bit, and they're forced to drive 'blind' for the rest of the day.
Day 3: Ryder opts to give the sensors a bit of a break, and simply takes time to stop every so often, get a good vantage point on top of the Mountaineer, and give radio advice to Jericho, enabling the cat to find features of note.
Day 4: Pushed to his limits by Vik and Ellenar's constant snide remarks to and about one another, Ryder pulls them aside during the morning meal. "Look, you two. Personally, I don't give a carp who's in charge, so long as it isn't me. But you guys really kind of need to put a sock in it, for the sake of the kids." Here, he gives a nod towards Jericho and Dr. A. "Just chill on the bickering until we get back to base. They'll sort out command issues, then, and we can all get on with a new structure at that point, okay? Meantime, we just need to get through this and home without driving off any potential recruits."
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An accented voice chirps up over the radios. "Hello. My name is Robert (he pronounces this "Row Bear"). May I approach?
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A return voice comes over the radio. "Affirmative, Row Bear. Come on out, please keep any weapons you've got stowed, though." Clicking off the radio, he turns to his multiple commanders "Figure with a name like that, he's prolly some sorta shaman-type, they can be useful contacts."
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As much as the recent losses had shaken the dragonling he found the bickering between Vik and the newcomer oddly comforting.
"Your name is Robber? Why do humanoids name themselves after professions? Are you going to try and steal from us because that did not work out for the last robber... I did not know giant robot machines could run so fast. Or that there were giant robot machines with people inside..... You may approach, I am named Barinthasheer."
A childlike voice answers.
"Your name is Robber? Why do humanoids name themselves after professions? Are you going to try and steal from us because that did not work out for the last robber... I did not know giant robot machines could run so fast. Or that there were giant robot machines with people inside..... You may approach, I am named Barinthasheer."
Barinthasheer
Pace: 6/12 flying; Parry: 7 Toughness: 50 (30)/10 in human
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Characters Imperator (GM account), Barinthasheer, Aggelos, Xiang, Dorian Falstaff, Fiona Gladbrooke, Kyrin Brand[/ooc]
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Despite @Ryder s frustration with the electrical systems, the maintenance bot seems happy to have something to do that doesn't involve smashing faces.
Interlude 1d4: [2] = 2
The bot still isn't quite sure what to make of this ensemble, as trouble seems to find them rather frequently in the short time he has witnessed. This group could use their own therapy sessions, it seems. He can only imagine some of the trust exercises and findings that would produce. This Legion thing sounds promising though...if they can cut down on the murder and projectiles-- and murderous projectiles. No problems, though he is heard muttering to himself, I'm sure things will settle down soon and we'll all be getting along just peachy! It's a bright, sunshiny... (looks up at the snow) Ehh...fine.(whistles and buffs away the grime from the suspension)
Interlude 1d4: [2] = 2
The bot still isn't quite sure what to make of this ensemble, as trouble seems to find them rather frequently in the short time he has witnessed. This group could use their own therapy sessions, it seems. He can only imagine some of the trust exercises and findings that would produce. This Legion thing sounds promising though...if they can cut down on the murder and projectiles-- and murderous projectiles. No problems, though he is heard muttering to himself, I'm sure things will settle down soon and we'll all be getting along just peachy! It's a bright, sunshiny... (looks up at the snow) Ehh...fine.(whistles and buffs away the grime from the suspension)
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Day 1 +2, Day 2 +3, Day 3 +2, Day 4 +2
Day 1: Elennar falls into her element as she coordinates the plan of attack, so to speak, on surveying the remaining grids. She makes skillful use of her teammates' various talents and abilities, delegating an efficient list of assignments and coordinating all necessary communications to accomplish the task ahead of them.Day 2: The Cassowary's troubles don't seem to faze her. She searches for a proper vantage point and borrows a rifle scope to minimize the limits of her cursed vision. The technology more than compensates for the issue of depth perception. Far off in the grid being surveyed, she spots a chilly bog that blocks their proposed path. While the Cassowary would have little issue with the terrain itself, the bog seems to be inhabited by an alien species of vegetation akin to the Venus flytrap, only larger. She manages to observe a massive grizzly get snapped up whole as it walked across the open and camouflaged plumage. The numbers of the plant equal bad news for their conveyance. She clicks her radio and informs Ryder of the obstacle. "It is wise to circumnavigate this area until we have a better grasp of the creature's capabilities and tastes. Veer west-northwest until you pass that ridge. That will keep us from being devoured.
Day 3: Elennar takes to the field again, this time on night watch. She flits and slides about the shadows and trees like a ghost, leaving no hint or trace of her coming and going. She keeps watch on a pack of wolves as they roam near the camp, though they pass with no incident. Despite their keen senses, they never knew she was there.
Day 4: The constant push to finish the survey begins wearing on most of the crew. Before the morale begins to flag along with their constitutions, Elennar encourages the 101st with both word and mystic relief, steeling them for the last push of the survey. "Our task is nearly through. Let us persevere, see a job well done, and return to our respite. I am interested to see the fort which you have carved from the wilderness."
To @Ryder's admonition, she nods in acknowledgment. "It is as you say. The camp camaraderie may not be known for what it is by outsiders. I shall refrain from needling at @Vik until the spirit of barracks friendship is more obvious." She nudges past Vik with just a hint of a smirk on her face. "You still ought to take Dr. Asterisk up on his offer, though. At least for the more visible bits of vomit."
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A man wearing a Gladius Exo-Skeleton, minus the face plate, walks into view. He is carrying some pretty heavy weaponry, but you see that there are no magazines inserted into what appears to be an Ion Rifle, and a Mini Missle launcher.Barinthasheer wrote: ↑Fri Dec 25, 2020 10:40 pm As much as the recent losses had shaken the dragonling he found the bickering between Vik and the newcomer oddly comforting.
A childlike voice answers.
"Your name is Robber? Why do humanoids name themselves after professions? Are you going to try and steal from us because that did not work out for the last robber... I did not know giant robot machines could run so fast. Or that there were giant robot machines with people inside..... You may approach, I am named Barinthasheer."
"Hello, my name is Robert." He nods his head politely. "I am travelling and long for some good companionship along the way. May I travel with you for a while?"
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Ryder mutters. "Ah, that ain't no shaman..."
The hatch on the side of the Mountaineer (which, to be honest, looks a tad sketchy, what with all the re-fits and retro-fits it's had over the last several months--it looks to have lots of places where things were once bolted on and then removed) pops open, and the long arms of a Trimadore emerge, holding a grenade launcher that is most definitely loaded.
"Well, the final decision on that will be up to the Boss, assuming we ever settle who that is--" The heavily armored driver snorts at that. "But a big part of the answer's gonna depend on yer opinions on D-Bees, Dragons, Droids and practitioners of the arcane arts. Care to elucidate yer views on such matters?"
The hatch on the side of the Mountaineer (which, to be honest, looks a tad sketchy, what with all the re-fits and retro-fits it's had over the last several months--it looks to have lots of places where things were once bolted on and then removed) pops open, and the long arms of a Trimadore emerge, holding a grenade launcher that is most definitely loaded.
"Well, the final decision on that will be up to the Boss, assuming we ever settle who that is--" The heavily armored driver snorts at that. "But a big part of the answer's gonna depend on yer opinions on D-Bees, Dragons, Droids and practitioners of the arcane arts. Care to elucidate yer views on such matters?"
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Elennar peeks out from behind @Ryder to size up the wanderer. She notices he is carrying weapon-shaped paperweights, but she still keeps an arrow nocked. She nods at @Robert, seconding Ryder's inquiry. "We are most assuredly good companionship for whatever suits your tastes, as long as skull-wearing human supremacy isn't your taste." The brazen-haired elf maiden stands just behind the driver, her one keen eye locked on the polite stranger. "How came you into this wilderness alone and with empty weapons?"
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And in the back of the vehicle one might hear another diminutive voice.
Ask them if they have Thin Mints!
Ask them if they have Thin Mints!
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Ryder blinks slowly as Dr. A's voice comes from the back of the Mountaineer. Never taking his eyes off Robert, he leans back slightly and speaks out of the side of his mouth. "Why, in all the Rits-verse, Tee-Emm, would we ask him for Thin Mints? Why, for that matter, would you specifically want them? You don't eat!" He resumes talking to Robert. "Sorry about that, we're, ah, whatcha might call 'eclectic'."
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Support rolls add: +2, +2, +1, +1The constant comments about his allegedly vomitous appearance had Vik a mite self-conscious, truth be told, not to mention he'd been up to his elbows in diabolical ichors for a good few hours after the battle with the demonical types. When the group returns to surveying, he spends the first day cobbling together a TW dousing rod, which leads the group to the nearest source of clean water (or at least, it was clean before Vik climbed in for a soak, armor and all).
Day 2 is spent trying to repair the damage Ryder inflicts on the Casio-Wankist's motor-vational bits.
Day 3 proves more interesting: After stumbling across a patch of magic mushrooms -- like, actual magic ones, growing on a ley line -- Vik spends the day hallucinating and attempting a variety of half-remembered methods of divination. Haruspicy proves most effective, though he has to make do with the "guts" of a wayward skelebot, rather than actual flesh-and-blood entrails.
Avoiding the skelebots robo-Nazi brethren proves a harrowing task, especially for one recovering from such an intense trip down the rabbit hole, but Vik spends his time on lookout more or less conscious. It's while daydreaming and staring intently at the horizon that he has a minor epiphany regarding the annoying elf bird.
Vik nods and mumbles politely when the Frenchman shows up, deciding to give the stranger the benefit of the doubt (maybe he's up and gone walkabout precisely 'cause he don't like his snail-snorting countrymen, neither??).
Later, he pulls Elennar aside, doing his best not to grimace when he catches a whiff of her all-natural ... nature.
"Oy, Tinker Bell, a word if you please. Now, I know you and me ain't been seeing eye-to-eye exactly. Truth be told, you been up my arse like them titchy brownie bastards what was climbing up Mad Martigan's skirts when he was just trying to like get under that one bird's armor, Joanie Whale or somefin' like. Anyway, we got us like, a conundrum, what wif' Tommie dead and Ash off ... wherever the bloody hell Ash gets off to."
"First things first, it ain't like this is some struggle for leadership with equal sides or some shite. I've got the seniority, not to mention the love of the men, and like dragon-boy, especially. Meanwhile, you're a bleeding hi ... well, olive branches, I reckon, which ought to be up your lane wif' the tree-huggin' an' all. Meaning which, it's like this: I'm obviously next in line to be boss. Only, I been around a lot of bosses in my years, and I got a particular brand, like, of leader-ing. The whole hands-on bit just ain't me, really, barking orders and dealing wif' details and the like. I'm more big picture, global ... delegatin', really.
"Which is sorta like this military Legion business. Chain of command, so to speak, wif' generals and lieutenants -- that's me -- at the top, making action plans and priorities and what have you, and sergeant-at-arms types below what like handles the day-to-day marching orders and what have you. We work out something like that, I stick to the long-range, strategical-thinking, and you can order the rest of this lot around much as you want. Many strays and stragglers as we're picking up, might be useful havin' a sort of tag-team when we's got to get 'em scarpering in the same direction, right?"
Doing his best attempt at a smile, Vik extends his hand, willing himself not to think about what Elennar's dirt-covered nails have been picking.
"What d'you say? Proposal indecent enough for ya?"
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"Human supremcist?" he chuckles "Hardly. I am looking for members of the 101st as I have been assigned to them. My weapons are unloaded at your request, my friend." He absently strokes the mini-missle launcher, which you note has the name "Matilda" elaborately laser etched onto the side.
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Elennar's one good eye glasses over by the time Madmartigan's skirt comes into play, but returns to focus once @Vik manages to get to his point. She nods at appropriate points, then smiles as he compares himself to a general. At his extended hand, she wastes no time. Bowing slightly as she accepts the handshake, she accepts his terms. "I assure you, there is no conundrum. I am quite familiar with the chain of command. I know that even in my role as commander of the Armies of the Wood, I am subject to the directives of my father, the king. Here, I have no such standing. If you have seniority among this unit, then I am at your disposal, for the betterment of those to whom we owe allegiance. I am more than happy to utilize my skills and gifts at small and large-scale tactics and strategy where they are better suited than your global-level machinations."
She grins at the slightly cleaner techno-wizard. "And as for being 'up your arse' so to speak, those are old habits. Playful and pointed gibes are commonplace among the soldiery. There is a level of camaraderie between those who have fought and bled together that those who do not fight will never know. Still, Ryder has the right of it. Until our newer additions understand the dynamic, I should not needle my superior officer so." She clasps a fist to her chest and bows again. "I am at your service until death or ordered otherwise."
Elennar turns to leave. As she begins to walk off, assuring that there are no eavesdroppers, she turns back again and offers one last zinger. "The bath has done you and your armor some good. You may wish to remain longer, next time...or is that a fresh mushroom growing from your shoulder?"
She grins at the slightly cleaner techno-wizard. "And as for being 'up your arse' so to speak, those are old habits. Playful and pointed gibes are commonplace among the soldiery. There is a level of camaraderie between those who have fought and bled together that those who do not fight will never know. Still, Ryder has the right of it. Until our newer additions understand the dynamic, I should not needle my superior officer so." She clasps a fist to her chest and bows again. "I am at your service until death or ordered otherwise."
Elennar turns to leave. As she begins to walk off, assuring that there are no eavesdroppers, she turns back again and offers one last zinger. "The bath has done you and your armor some good. You may wish to remain longer, next time...or is that a fresh mushroom growing from your shoulder?"
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Elennar arches an eyebrow at @Robert. Glancing back towards Ryder, she steps forward slightly. "We were not expecting new recruits, but this assignment is full of surprises. You have transfer orders?" Assuming some proof of his assignment to their unit is presented, she steps out to accept and review them. She bows slightly towards the newcomer. "I am Elennar, the Huntress, commander of the Armies of the Wood, Champion of Orome, and the tactical advisor to your superior officer, @Vik Donnager. We are in the midst of a surveying assignment. I recommend charging your weapons, as these are wild lands."
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Robert presses a stud inside his armored hand and a small pocket swings open. He gingerly fishes out the documentation and hands it to Elennar. He smiles crookedly. "I'm glad to load up, I was just doing as you asked is all". He slides an E-Clip into the Particle Beam rifle, and slaps the mini missle magazine home, racking a missle into the ready position.
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"Buggering shite, you can see that? Thought it might be a bitty residual, like, hallucinatory after-glow, what from consuming them magic mushes yester-eve. S'not a good sign, if the psycho-psylocibin's multiplying like that. This armor ain't even enchanted."
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Without pause and almost interrupting, DA looks @Ryder Well, it's not so much that I can't but really that I just don't and, well my lab doesn't really get a lot of visitors except those are really serious about finding people. So, girl scouts, Jehovah's Witnesses and student loan thugs, but not in that order. With the former I've found that being polite gets more frequent visits and with the latter, I've since learned a trick or two that makes it diff- er... (looks around) Oh. Well, I guess sometimes I just get lost in thought. My lab is quite a distance back that way anyway, but I'm happy to be alive and displaced versus the alternative.
During the conversation, the bot meanders around the cabin on one axis like a pinwheel, stepping on only one appendage at a time, ending up in the center of the ceiling, still hanging by just one and spinning in place on a different axis. The pace of its speech gradually increases.
All this talk about ranks and leaders has me wondering. I'm not really a military type, or at least I wasn't but I'm wondering how I fit in with such a group. Do I salute? (the bot salutes with one appendage on each side, though not the corresponding match, and then experiments with saluting different appendages while speaking) It seems people are really only interested in what parts they could scavenge from me or having me find new and better ways to blow things up, or at least learn to fix stuff they have already blown up. As long as I can't be where I would choose to be, I am happy to help any way I can and so far you people have only slaughtered a few life forms, which is a far cry better than just about everyone else I have encountered. Just don't promote me because that seems to be a risky job.
(pause, then still faster)
And you know I was thinking maybe we could solve this whole relief driver thing with some design work since you don't seem to get a lot of rest or time to yourself and I bet we could program a sort of autopilot for those times you wanted to take a nap or just take a break or something (suddenly loud, then immediately softer) OOH! I bet we could relay with voice command or even like a series of taps (claps two appendages together) for the most basic commands like stop, go, left, right, etc. and I really don't think it would be that difficult to do I mean this tech existed waayyyyyyy back in the past when machines were even simpler so I bet this thing could handle the interface no problem and not catch fire or anything not that that should have been an issue in the first place I mean it was Morty's fault the wiring gauge was wrong he never could keep his catalogs straight but I'll draw it up sometime later tonight (no pause for a breath)
The rambling continues as DA wanders further back into the cargo area and is more easily tuned out.
During the conversation, the bot meanders around the cabin on one axis like a pinwheel, stepping on only one appendage at a time, ending up in the center of the ceiling, still hanging by just one and spinning in place on a different axis. The pace of its speech gradually increases.
All this talk about ranks and leaders has me wondering. I'm not really a military type, or at least I wasn't but I'm wondering how I fit in with such a group. Do I salute? (the bot salutes with one appendage on each side, though not the corresponding match, and then experiments with saluting different appendages while speaking) It seems people are really only interested in what parts they could scavenge from me or having me find new and better ways to blow things up, or at least learn to fix stuff they have already blown up. As long as I can't be where I would choose to be, I am happy to help any way I can and so far you people have only slaughtered a few life forms, which is a far cry better than just about everyone else I have encountered. Just don't promote me because that seems to be a risky job.
(pause, then still faster)
And you know I was thinking maybe we could solve this whole relief driver thing with some design work since you don't seem to get a lot of rest or time to yourself and I bet we could program a sort of autopilot for those times you wanted to take a nap or just take a break or something (suddenly loud, then immediately softer) OOH! I bet we could relay with voice command or even like a series of taps (claps two appendages together) for the most basic commands like stop, go, left, right, etc. and I really don't think it would be that difficult to do I mean this tech existed waayyyyyyy back in the past when machines were even simpler so I bet this thing could handle the interface no problem and not catch fire or anything not that that should have been an issue in the first place I mean it was Morty's fault the wiring gauge was wrong he never could keep his catalogs straight but I'll draw it up sometime later tonight (no pause for a breath)
The rambling continues as DA wanders further back into the cargo area and is more easily tuned out.
Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
I will polish up post tomorrow.
Here is a roll so the GM has something to work with.
Survival 1d8!! or Wild 1d6!! +4 to highest roll: [4]+[5] = 9
DAY 1 SURVIVAL = 9
Day 2 Survival 1d8!! or Wild 1d6!! +4 to highest roll: [6]+[7!!] = 13
DAY 2 SURVIVAL = 11
Day 3 Survival 1d8!! or Wild 1d6!! +4 to highest roll: [13!!]+[9!!] = 22
DAY 3 SURVIVAL = 17
Day 4 Survival 1d8!! or Wild 1d6!! +4 to highest roll: [4]+[3] = 7
DAY 4 SURVIVAL = 8
Here is a roll so the GM has something to work with.
Survival 1d8!! or Wild 1d6!! +4 to highest roll: [4]+[5] = 9
DAY 1 SURVIVAL = 9
Day 2 Survival 1d8!! or Wild 1d6!! +4 to highest roll: [6]+[7!!] = 13
DAY 2 SURVIVAL = 11
Day 3 Survival 1d8!! or Wild 1d6!! +4 to highest roll: [13!!]+[9!!] = 22
DAY 3 SURVIVAL = 17
Day 4 Survival 1d8!! or Wild 1d6!! +4 to highest roll: [4]+[3] = 7
DAY 4 SURVIVAL = 8
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Date: December 12, 109 PA
Mission: Day 22
Time: 1320
Weather: 30 degrees warmer than the season (warm); strong wind; light rain
Location: Wilderness
Ley Line: No
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The rest of the survey days went well, with no interruptions. The team’s new battlecat companion proved particularly adept at working out the mapping and surveying, so with Jericho’s help, Vik and the team felt they had done really well and had good maps to return to Captain Winston at Fort Hope.
The first four days of the return journey home were also uneventful. The weather warmed up, turning the terrain a bit more muddy, and the light rain didn’t help at all. A strong wind whipped the rain around, helping it find any crevice. It made for a bit of misery, even though it was warm.
The Trailblazer’s luck didn’t hold out, though, and shortly after their midday stop for a bathroom break and lunch, Ryder started to register a serious fault in the solar cannon. Rain had found a crack in the weapon’s housing and started shorting out the magic solar crystals that powered it.
Mission: Day 22
Time: 1320
Weather: 30 degrees warmer than the season (warm); strong wind; light rain
Location: Wilderness
Ley Line: No
Scene modifiers:
- Light/Visibility: -1 for rain
The rest of the survey days went well, with no interruptions. The team’s new battlecat companion proved particularly adept at working out the mapping and surveying, so with Jericho’s help, Vik and the team felt they had done really well and had good maps to return to Captain Winston at Fort Hope.
The first four days of the return journey home were also uneventful. The weather warmed up, turning the terrain a bit more muddy, and the light rain didn’t help at all. A strong wind whipped the rain around, helping it find any crevice. It made for a bit of misery, even though it was warm.
The Trailblazer’s luck didn’t hold out, though, and shortly after their midday stop for a bathroom break and lunch, Ryder started to register a serious fault in the solar cannon. Rain had found a crack in the weapon’s housing and started shorting out the magic solar crystals that powered it.
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Ryder sighs at the damage. "Okay, then. Vik, any chance you got the right sorta parts from the Daemonix to repair this thing? If not, we'll have to go the rest of the trip without using it unless it's an emergency."
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Roll 1d4: [2] = 2
The bot wanders across the different systems of the Cassowary, making observations and taking images of different parts and assemblies, recreating them on a small image viewer and rendering 3D models of each. You'd think, based on this systematic behavior that it just might be able to recreate the vehicle from memory, given the parts.
Scaling the side of the gun, the bot pokes around the fissure. It then skitters down to the cab window and looks @Ryder
We had a saying for stuff in that condition. It's called "plumb busted." Where'd you get the crystals to power this thing initially? IF they are from this planet, anywhere along a ley line or something, might we scrounge a bit on our way back? Not too far out of our way of course, but does the Legion stock this sort of thing or are we going to be on our own to replace them anyway? If so, might as well get started finding them OR a trader who might deal in such things.
Spirit Check (PTSD Hinderance) 1d8!!: [7] = 7
Wild 1d6!!: [2] = 2
Scaling the side of the gun, the bot pokes around the fissure. It then skitters down to the cab window and looks @Ryder
We had a saying for stuff in that condition. It's called "plumb busted." Where'd you get the crystals to power this thing initially? IF they are from this planet, anywhere along a ley line or something, might we scrounge a bit on our way back? Not too far out of our way of course, but does the Legion stock this sort of thing or are we going to be on our own to replace them anyway? If so, might as well get started finding them OR a trader who might deal in such things.
Spirit Check (PTSD Hinderance) 1d8!!: [7] = 7
Wild 1d6!!: [2] = 2
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Once Vik confirms that they have the parts, Ryder nods. "Lucky. I say we take the hint, and make camp here while we fix the thing. I'd rather not risk ending up in a situation where we gotta choose between not shooting something that needs shooting, or risking the cannon just cracking like an egg."
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Robert walks over toward Ryder, a socket wrench in his hand. "I'm pretty sure there's about a zero percent chance I can help you fix" he gestures towards the cannon "this. I am pretty handy with tools though, so if you need an assistant to hand you what you need, or any other kind of grunt work, I'm happy to help."
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Vik whistles as he removes the outer casing of the Helios cannon, releasing a cloud of steam from the drowned weapon."Barry-boy, I'd wager that's what the singing birds of my time would call a Wet Arse P... hoton cannon."
Disengaging the weapon from it's mount and deactivating the arcano-voltaic wiring connecting it to the Casa-WaWa's fuel cells, he motions for the dragon to pick it up.
"Just sort of tip it over the edge there so's it can get a bit of drainage, like. Sort of shake it off like you was done with a wee in boy-wonder form, if you follow."
With the bulk of the seepage removed, Vik sets about addressing the remaining moisture, using a combination of rice, adult diapers (wherever those came from ... ) and a can of Animated Air (tm) that spews aerosolized micro-air elementals into all the cannon's nooks and crannies. After that, it's just a matter of replacing some of the hexagrammatic solders and a patch of wiring that had started to oxidize and spew forth electric blue butterflies.
That done, he screws back on the paneling and again directs his draconic construction crane, who lifts the cannon back into place.
"That's it, my draconic droog, just the tip ... gentle, gentle ... ah, that's the spot. Now just give it a little flick, circle-wise, and we're right as rain."
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Ryder shakes his head at Robert. "Nah, let's let Vik have at it; he'll bellow if he needs us for something, but odds are he's good for it."While Vik is putting the gun back together, Ryder pulls out a small box of spare bits and bobs from prior repairs to the Cassowary. "Still, if you're hankering to get your gearhead on, you can give me a hand with this little project of mine."
There's several half-assembled... things in the box. Small platforms with different modes of mobility--one has wheels, another has erector-set style legs, two have treadmills, and one even has a single helicopter-style lift mechanism (though it looks like it'd need a couple more to be actually able to take off). He's also got a couple small motors, antennae, and other odds-and-ends.
"See, I got a lot of this sort of thing...." From a second crate, he pulls out several grenades; looking closer, it's clear he's understating the matter; there's got to be nearly a hundred canisters in there, along with what looks like some plastique, and... are those fusion blocks? Yes, yes they are.
Lighting a cigar and taking a puff, oblivious to the concerns some might have with a burning cheroot being in that close proximity to a very concentrated load of high explosives, he continues. "Now, the grenades can at least be fired out of my launcher. But the heavier stuff, that sometimes you'd like to be able to put someplace useful on a battlefield, are a bit unwieldy for that sorta thing. Hence these little drones. I'm figuring I can rig them up with a radio receptor attuned to my head-set"--here, he taps the side of his skull, where the faint but unmistakable signs of cybernetic surgery can be seen--"and ideally, I could use that to both control the drone for a short distance, and then detonate the payload when it got close enough. Suicide mission for these little guys, of course, but potentially effective in the right circumstances."
As he continues his tech-cobbling, he also keeps chatting amiably. "Now, these ain't gonna be your standard overbuilt-for-durability drones. They're strictly for one-way trips, after all. So I want to have the basic modules ready to go, so they can be snapped together at need later on."
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Quiet Contemplation
Elennar takes to the land, walking a lonely patrol while the cannon is under repair. She remains within earshot of the Cassowary, making sure she can either alert her associates, or respond to their calls. Her eye remains sharp, though her mind begins to wander to her home. The faces of her family, friends, soldiers...her father...frozen in time. She wonders to herself about whether they dream, or if their souls are simply in limbo. Is their last thought still echoing in their heads? A twig snaps in the brush. With a single fluid motion, she nocks a spirit arrow and takes aim...at the rabbit she stirred as she walked. I had best keep my wits sharp. If that were anything more dangerous, I would be fighting alone. She pulls her cloak tight around her shoulders and continues her patrol, watching over her new unit. Despite her understanding with Vik, she knows that the real-time decisions that are likely to be life-and-death will fall to her. As she returns to camp to check the progress of the repairs, she takes a moment to study each member of the squad, taking note of their behaviors, mannerisms, and attitudes, committing them to memory for future considerations.
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Date: December 14, 109 PA
Mission: Day 24
Time: 2110
Weather: 20 degrees colder than the season (very cold); no wind; light snow
Location: Wilderness
Ley Line: No
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The delay in their trip home wasn’t too long. Vik managed to pop out and replace the ruined components and dry out the cannon, and they were on their way again.
The weather took a cold turn again. Gone was the mud, though, frozen now, and it got very cold. Light snow fell, reducing visibility, and the Trailblazers stopped for the night to hunker down and try and stay warm.
Mission: Day 24
Time: 2110
Weather: 20 degrees colder than the season (very cold); no wind; light snow
Location: Wilderness
Ley Line: No
Scene modifiers:
- Light/Visibility: -1 for snow, -4 darkness
The delay in their trip home wasn’t too long. Vik managed to pop out and replace the ruined components and dry out the cannon, and they were on their way again.
The weather took a cold turn again. Gone was the mud, though, frozen now, and it got very cold. Light snow fell, reducing visibility, and the Trailblazers stopped for the night to hunker down and try and stay warm.
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Despite the snow and darkness, Elennar's vision is true. Scanning the night, she . "Be alert! There is trouble afoot!"
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
As the evening goes Jericho does what he can to help prepare food, or even find food to augment what they have if needed.
As he begins preparing the meal suddenly the sound of brush scraping in unnatural ways comes to his hears. Grabbing up his sword, he warns the others. "The elf is right, there is someone out there wanting trouble."
As he begins preparing the meal suddenly the sound of brush scraping in unnatural ways comes to his hears. Grabbing up his sword, he warns the others. "The elf is right, there is someone out there wanting trouble."
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Notice 1d10!!+3: [9]+3 = 12
Wild 1d6!!+3: [1]+3 = 4
We expecting anyone?
(my bad, wrong skill roll)
Notice 1d8!!+3: [2]+3 = 5
Wild 1d6!!+3: [1]+3 = 4
We expecting anyone?
(my bad, wrong skill roll)
Notice 1d8!!+3: [2]+3 = 5
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Ryder is moving even as the others start to speak, jumping from his cot in the back of the Cassowary to the driver's seat in a fluid, practiced motion. His vehicle interface has the control panel lighting up even before he settles into the seat. "I assume we don't shoot first, unless it turns out to be more demons or somesuch, but I figure I should be ready...."Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
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"Bloody bung-warblers," Vik curses, his eyes not yet bleary enough to prevent him spotting ... something ... out beyond the camp. "Can't even enjoy a thermos or three of hot rum 'fore sacking out, less it's like more freeloaders or demons what's come for a dram what ain't theirs in the first. Right, well, you lot set phasers to kill, and don't mess about. Somefin' hungry-like shows its trap, you shoot it once in the gullet, twice in each eye, and save a charge to shoot it in the bolocks, 'ssuming it's got some."Vik Donnager
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
After the departure of Ahsley the young dragon's depression deepens and he spends several days barley talking at all. The détente between Vik and Elennar could not have come at a better time as the loss of another friend seemed to cause the hatchling to become even more protective of the remaining "original" (to him anyway) members of the 101st. He was always in eyesight of one, both if possible.
Peering into the darkness with the others, he also notices ... something is out there so he moves to enough away from the others to transform into his natural shape. His concern at the idea of scaring potential friends overpowered bu the need to protect the ones he has left.
Peering into the darkness with the others, he also notices ... something is out there so he moves to enough away from the others to transform into his natural shape. His concern at the idea of scaring potential friends overpowered bu the need to protect the ones he has left.
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Date: December 14, 109 PA
Mission: Day 24
Time: 2120
Weather: 20 degrees colder than the season (very cold); no wind; light snow
Location: Wilderness
Ley Line: No
Scene modifiers:
Suddenly there was a shout in the darkness and a warbling war cry split the night silence as a party of simvan monster riders came racing through the snow at them, five simvans riding ostrosauruses and led by a simvan riding a fury beetle.
The simvan on the fury beetle fired his laser rifle at Barinthasheer, but it splattered harmlessly against the dragon’s thick hide, while his fury beetle charged straight into the Cassowary.
Three other simvans on ostrosauruses jumped all over the Cassowary, slashing and biting, but were unable to pierce its armor.
THE PARTY IS UP!
Mission: Day 24
Time: 2120
Weather: 20 degrees colder than the season (very cold); no wind; light snow
Location: Wilderness
Ley Line: No
Scene modifiers:
- Light/Visibility: -1 for snow, -4 darkness
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The Trailblazers stared into the night and falling snow, looking for whatever threat had them on edge, except for the newest addition, Robert, who was sleeping in the back cargo area. Barinthasheer moved out of the Cassowary and took his dragon form.Suddenly there was a shout in the darkness and a warbling war cry split the night silence as a party of simvan monster riders came racing through the snow at them, five simvans riding ostrosauruses and led by a simvan riding a fury beetle.
The simvan on the fury beetle fired his laser rifle at Barinthasheer, but it splattered harmlessly against the dragon’s thick hide, while his fury beetle charged straight into the Cassowary.
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Two of the simvans on ostrosauruses swarmed over Barinthasheer, slashing at him with claws, teeth, and vibro-knives, but none of the attacks could get through his thick hide.Three other simvans on ostrosauruses jumped all over the Cassowary, slashing and biting, but were unable to pierce its armor.
THE PARTY IS UP!
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Watching through the window of the vehicle Jericho thinks to jump behind the vehicles weapon, however he recalled before that Vik's preferred that station.
The smile that comes onto his face as he considers his first instinct the best instinct is remarkable to those familiar with feline expressions. Grasping his giant sword and springing from the vehicle Jericho attacks!
In a fury the furry warrior leaps from the vehicle landing next two the enemies, he swings, slicing the belly open of one of the dinosaurs, then allowing the inertia to carry through he slices the head off of a second dinosaur.
Free Reaction Dispel just in case -
Just in Case if they target the dragon with a power Dispel 1d6!! or Wild 1d6!!: [4]+[5] = 9 +2 from Joker = 7
The smile that comes onto his face as he considers his first instinct the best instinct is remarkable to those familiar with feline expressions. Grasping his giant sword and springing from the vehicle Jericho attacks!
In a fury the furry warrior leaps from the vehicle landing next two the enemies, he swings, slicing the belly open of one of the dinosaurs, then allowing the inertia to carry through he slices the head off of a second dinosaur.
Free Reaction Dispel just in case -
Just in Case if they target the dragon with a power Dispel 1d6!! or Wild 1d6!!: [4]+[5] = 9 +2 from Joker = 7
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The bot hops in place a couple times and skitters over to a backup power feed, eyeing the would-be crackling end of the cable and its proximity to an interior exposed portion of the metal shell that makes up the Cassowary's armor. Then it hesitates, its body drooping just a bit. If a robot could look sad, you think this might be how it would be represented.
Meh, fine...
The little bot makes a quick scan of the exterior of the vehicle, taking note of Barinthasheer and Jericho's positions, then begins spinning in place and singing, Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games...
On the roof of the Cassowary, 4 large speakers appear and begin blasting music in the creatures' faces
Meh, fine...
The little bot makes a quick scan of the exterior of the vehicle, taking note of Barinthasheer and Jericho's positions, then begins spinning in place and singing, Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games...
On the roof of the Cassowary, 4 large speakers appear and begin blasting music in the creatures' faces
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Elennar reacts quickly to the charge of the Simvan. Peering out the window, she spies the savages and their mounts. She calls out to anyone manning the guns. "At the treeline! Cannons on the mounts. Lay low the beast and the rider is immobile. Watch the weak spots. As the beasts raise their heads...FIRE!" With incredible precision and clear direction, Elennar for maximum impact. "That's it, fellows! We'll lay our foes low before they can realize their mistake!"
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Fury Beetle shot twice, 5 Wounds then 3 Wounds
Ryder nods as Ellenar gives the command. "Roast Fury Beetle, coming up!" Gunning the engine to at least give the riders a bit more of a moving target to deal with, Ryder then activates the STS and hones in on the Fury Beetle's noggin, firing off two shots in rapid succession; the first is aimed with almost surgical precision at the throat, and the second strikes the beast's underbelly as it rears up from the pain of the first.Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
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"Who invited the sodding cannibals?" Vik says grumpily, as he scrambles up to take control of the Cassie-Warbler's railgun.
After a quick shot from his Hype-Me-Up Hypo and a scan of his Viewmaster, Vik turns his now-dilated eyes upon the charging savages and pulls the trigger, walking the supersonic stream of death between targets until everything stops twitching
"Guessing you won't stay for a nightcap, eh ya wankers?"
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Date: December 19, 109 PA
Mission: Day 29
Time: 1035
Weather: 40 degrees warmer than the season (very warm); no wind; no snow
Location: Fort Hope
Ley Line: Yes
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Bloody carnage steams in the snow all around the Cassowary as the simvans realize too late they may have bitten off more than they could chew in attacking this lone vehicle in the darkness of the winter plains.
Ryder finds a new place to park and shelter for the night, and the next morning the Trailblazers continue the journey home, spending five more days of uneventful travel before the earthworks of Fort Hope, which were now topped by a stone wall instead of the wooden palisade. The sun was high and bright in the sky, the snow in the area melted in an unseasonably warm spell as temperatures pushed near seventy. Some of the legionnaires and mercenaries manning the walls had ditched their winter uniforms for shirt sleeves.
Lieutenant Winston was waiting in his tent for them, the bulldog boy puffing on his usual cigar, and with a glass of scotch and soda near at hand. He looked up from his table and harumphed at the returned Trailblazers. “Came back alive, I see. How’d the survey go?” He invited them to report.
Mission: Day 29
Time: 1035
Weather: 40 degrees warmer than the season (very warm); no wind; no snow
Location: Fort Hope
Ley Line: Yes
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Bloody carnage steams in the snow all around the Cassowary as the simvans realize too late they may have bitten off more than they could chew in attacking this lone vehicle in the darkness of the winter plains.
Ryder finds a new place to park and shelter for the night, and the next morning the Trailblazers continue the journey home, spending five more days of uneventful travel before the earthworks of Fort Hope, which were now topped by a stone wall instead of the wooden palisade. The sun was high and bright in the sky, the snow in the area melted in an unseasonably warm spell as temperatures pushed near seventy. Some of the legionnaires and mercenaries manning the walls had ditched their winter uniforms for shirt sleeves.
Lieutenant Winston was waiting in his tent for them, the bulldog boy puffing on his usual cigar, and with a glass of scotch and soda near at hand. He looked up from his table and harumphed at the returned Trailblazers. “Came back alive, I see. How’d the survey go?” He invited them to report.
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(whispered) Good thing I've been practicing my salute...
The bot clicks along the ground after the ... group (don't know if we were ever truly introduced as the "Trailblazers" but he recalls it being printed somewhere, or something). He will wait for Vik or another experienced member to speak but in lieu of awkward silence he offers up his best salute (-2 to Notice due to size) and speaks,
Thank you, uh, lieutenant? Please forgive my appearance - had a bit of a mishap back in the, uh, past. I am Dr. Samulesson and I was lucky enough to be rescued from the CS by your team here. Well, part of them, anyway. I've been helping out since then, wherever I felt I could. I am very good with repairs and modifications to all types of tech systems, in addition to being able to get into places most beings cannot, and unnoticed at that.
There is far less abuse and probing going on with present company -- long story -- so if you don't mind I'd like to stick around to our mutual benefit. The deaths are a bit discomforting but again, better than the Coalition offered me while I was their prisoner.
Looks up @Vik I mean, don't let the looks fool you. This guy... (rapidly points two alternating appendages in Vik's direction) knows his stuff. Like there was this one time when...oh, well, I'm sure you'll read about it. And... (looks round at the rest of the group as if about to continue rambling but then pauses) Um, yeah.
Thank you for your consideration.
The bot clicks along the ground after the ... group (don't know if we were ever truly introduced as the "Trailblazers" but he recalls it being printed somewhere, or something). He will wait for Vik or another experienced member to speak but in lieu of awkward silence he offers up his best salute (-2 to Notice due to size) and speaks,
Thank you, uh, lieutenant? Please forgive my appearance - had a bit of a mishap back in the, uh, past. I am Dr. Samulesson and I was lucky enough to be rescued from the CS by your team here. Well, part of them, anyway. I've been helping out since then, wherever I felt I could. I am very good with repairs and modifications to all types of tech systems, in addition to being able to get into places most beings cannot, and unnoticed at that.
There is far less abuse and probing going on with present company -- long story -- so if you don't mind I'd like to stick around to our mutual benefit. The deaths are a bit discomforting but again, better than the Coalition offered me while I was their prisoner.
Looks up @Vik I mean, don't let the looks fool you. This guy... (rapidly points two alternating appendages in Vik's direction) knows his stuff. Like there was this one time when...oh, well, I'm sure you'll read about it. And... (looks round at the rest of the group as if about to continue rambling but then pauses) Um, yeah.
Thank you for your consideration.
Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Vik glances around at the motley group of vagabonds, stow-aways and freeloaders assembled, realizing belatedly that with the loss of Thomas and Ashley, he's the last of the Legionnaires who shipped out of Castle Refuge for this gods-forsaken place.
"Truth be told, it were a bit of a dumpsterfire, if such a warming contraction can be applied to a fortnight of slogging through mud and snow 'mong fascists and fiends. Lost dear ol' Tom, our fearful leader, to a ley line mishap what set his brain-box at a unnatural and ultimately fatal angle, then Ash caught a case of the emos and scarpered off without so much as a see-ya-later."
He draws himself up, while helping himself to one of Winston's cigars, foregoing the officer's scotch for a pull on his own, slightly glowing flask of spirits.
"I managed to keep things together, smart-like, despite some ... command-chain confusion 'midst the addition of various strays and them what's seeking asylum and the like. Couple of field promotions, what wif' me taking up after the departures of Tom 'n Ash -- T&A if you will. Cap'n Vik suits, to my sensibles, but I won't turn away Colonel or General if you're of a mind. The cyclopean bird with the pointy ears there, real granola type, but good at bossin' round the rabble, made her my second, so like staff sergeant or the like when it comes time to hand out ribbons and commendations and hazard pay.
"The rest of this lot wants to sign up. The bitty robot, says he's a scientist type, then there's the lion-type chap, Rico, what's good in a fight and proved useful on the survey, and the other bloke wif' the big guns. Seem alright, not fascist-y or drain-your-vitals-in-the-night, and we ain't exactly swimming in volunteers. 'Tween me and Ryder and Barry-boy, we'll get 'em trained up in time for whatever follows some well-earned R&R, if you follow."
"Truth be told, it were a bit of a dumpsterfire, if such a warming contraction can be applied to a fortnight of slogging through mud and snow 'mong fascists and fiends. Lost dear ol' Tom, our fearful leader, to a ley line mishap what set his brain-box at a unnatural and ultimately fatal angle, then Ash caught a case of the emos and scarpered off without so much as a see-ya-later."
He draws himself up, while helping himself to one of Winston's cigars, foregoing the officer's scotch for a pull on his own, slightly glowing flask of spirits.
"I managed to keep things together, smart-like, despite some ... command-chain confusion 'midst the addition of various strays and them what's seeking asylum and the like. Couple of field promotions, what wif' me taking up after the departures of Tom 'n Ash -- T&A if you will. Cap'n Vik suits, to my sensibles, but I won't turn away Colonel or General if you're of a mind. The cyclopean bird with the pointy ears there, real granola type, but good at bossin' round the rabble, made her my second, so like staff sergeant or the like when it comes time to hand out ribbons and commendations and hazard pay.
"The rest of this lot wants to sign up. The bitty robot, says he's a scientist type, then there's the lion-type chap, Rico, what's good in a fight and proved useful on the survey, and the other bloke wif' the big guns. Seem alright, not fascist-y or drain-your-vitals-in-the-night, and we ain't exactly swimming in volunteers. 'Tween me and Ryder and Barry-boy, we'll get 'em trained up in time for whatever follows some well-earned R&R, if you follow."
Vik Donnager
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Bari's eyes narrow in anger at the Lt. "Are you mean or just dumb? Last time you made fun of Nazo, will you now mock Thomas and Ashley?" He balls his hands into fists and, well, looks kind of silly: a red faced child in a goofy looking helmet glaring threatingly at a large dog boy.KahlessNestor wrote: ↑Mon Feb 01, 2021 6:14 am
Lieutenant Winston was waiting in his tent for them, the bulldog boy puffing on his usual cigar, and with a glass of scotch and soda near at hand. He looked up from his table and harumphed at the returned Trailblazers. “Came back alive, I see. How’d the survey go?” He invited them to report.
Barinthasheer
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Characters Imperator (GM account), Barinthasheer, Aggelos, Xiang, Dorian Falstaff, Fiona Gladbrooke, Kyrin Brand[/ooc]
Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
"There now, Barry-boy. Lt. Winnie didn't know we'd lost crew 'til just now. Now that he does, I'm sure he'll lay out the resources for a right and proper send-off for ol' Tom, such as the likes of him would be expect, with mourning tarts and spirits and victuals to soothe a sorrowful soul. Not to mention the trauma and bereavement bonuses."Barinthasheer wrote: ↑Mon Feb 01, 2021 1:29 pmBari's eyes narrow in anger at the Lt. "Are you mean or just dumb? Last time you made fun of Nazo, will you now mock Thomas and Ashley?" He balls his hands into fists and, well, looks kind of silly: a red faced child in a goofy looking helmet glaring threatingly at a large dog boy.
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Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Ryder decides to interject a bit before Bari decides his true form is a better vehicle to express his displeasure. "I've got the full survey data, here, Ell-Tee. And yeah, Vic stepped up proper. I think that makes him our de facto Junior Warrant Officer, if I remember the rank thing from the revised manual right, and Ellenar, here, our new Specialist. I mean, unless you think our crew is regular military." The Trimadore cranes his neck around at the assembled motley. "If that's your determination, then I suppose Vik'd be our Ensign, directly under you, Lootenant."
Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Elennar steps forward and snaps off a smart salute. "Lieutenant. I am Elennar. The Legion has dispatched me to reinforce. I assume you have received the refugees we gathered and sent here? Here are my transfer orders." She passes a tablet to the bulldog. "Until and unless Legion orders differ, @Vik has the right of it. Thomas' unfortunate demise left seniority to him. He has wisely tasked me with battlefield command when the need arises, as my expertise lends more there than to the...global-scale planning." She smirks slightly as she shifts a quick one-eyed glance to Vik, then straightens up quickly. "We did have several encounters during our surveys. Coalition recon patrols, squadrons of daemonix, and simvan raiders. All present acquitted themselves admirably, including @@Dr. Asterisk and @Jericho, our new field conscripts."
She turns to @Robert. "This one has had little opportunity to contribute thus far. Still, he managed to report to us as ordered, while alone in a dangerous land. That is no mean feat."
She remains at attention as her report is essentially completed. As @Barinthasheer's temper seems to rise, she begins to open her mouth to help rein in his anger, but Vik and @Ryder manage to brush past the perceived insult to the fallen. She opts not to complicate their efforts with superfluous discussion, instead keeping to business. "Have we received any directives from Castle Refuge, or is there business about the fort which needs attended to? If we have downtime, I would very much enjoy touring the barracks and meeting some of the warriors stationed here."
She turns to @Robert. "This one has had little opportunity to contribute thus far. Still, he managed to report to us as ordered, while alone in a dangerous land. That is no mean feat."
She remains at attention as her report is essentially completed. As @Barinthasheer's temper seems to rise, she begins to open her mouth to help rein in his anger, but Vik and @Ryder manage to brush past the perceived insult to the fallen. She opts not to complicate their efforts with superfluous discussion, instead keeping to business. "Have we received any directives from Castle Refuge, or is there business about the fort which needs attended to? If we have downtime, I would very much enjoy touring the barracks and meeting some of the warriors stationed here."
Elennar, The Huntress
Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Jericho listened to the introductions and the politicians maneuvering as she asserts her value. In the Coalition he saw this behavior often and was not worried about it, but it was always good to know who to listen to when on the spot and this maneuvering between @Vik and @Elennar was sure to lead to some deaths if they did not get it settled soon.
Offering his hand to the tiny lieutenant. "I am Jericho. I would like to stick with your men. They seem good, and if the CS find me alone, they will execute me for treason." Then in a more serious tone he adds. "But I don't kill children, and won't be an assassin for your castle either."
Then as if as an after thought he brings up the one topic he feels is most important. "Oh, and I need to know who is in charge. It's not good to risk conflicting orders in the field."
Offering his hand to the tiny lieutenant. "I am Jericho. I would like to stick with your men. They seem good, and if the CS find me alone, they will execute me for treason." Then in a more serious tone he adds. "But I don't kill children, and won't be an assassin for your castle either."
Then as if as an after thought he brings up the one topic he feels is most important. "Oh, and I need to know who is in charge. It's not good to risk conflicting orders in the field."
Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Elennar quickly defers as @Jericho requests clarification, this time with no playful jibes mixed in. "If you are engaged in, or about to be engaged in, violent action, your tactical orders will come from me. @Vik will be overseeing strategic planning and is responsible for delegation of responsibilities as we fulfill our orders in the field. Except in the very particular situation of combat, Vik is my commanding officer, and yours as well." She bows slightly to Vik, then returns to attention. She offers another comment. "We will not be killing children, and we are not assassins. We are warriors of the light."
Elennar, The Huntress
Re: 4.3 Fort Sioux
Jericho listens to the strange command arrangement and considers the credits being offered up. 13,000 credits for all of a weeks work sure seems like enough ot get buy. In the CS, his pay was only 635 credits a month, plus board and he never considered complaining. So he only nods, this could work.Elennar wrote: ↑Fri Feb 05, 2021 10:50 am Elennar quickly defers as @Jericho requests clarification, this time with no playful jibes mixed in. "If you are engaged in, or about to be engaged in, violent action, your tactical orders will come from me. @Vik will be overseeing strategic planning and is responsible for delegation of responsibilities as we fulfill our orders in the field. Except in the very particular situation of combat, Vik is my commanding officer, and yours as well." She bows slightly to Vik, then returns to attention.
He has heard more preaching in the last four years than most hear in a life time. But his experience had already taught him that words, are rarely more than fading memories. He will see what will happen with their actions, so far they seem to be noble.