Inchoations / Opening Scene: FINKY

Post Reply
Lars
Diamond Patron
Diamond Patron
Posts: 1468
Joined: Thu Jan 19, 2017 9:13 am
Location: GM CS Disavowed & GM Rifts Speed Tribes!
Contact:

Inchoations / Opening Scene: FINKY

Post by Lars »


Image

Rifts Speed Tribes!

Inchoations & the Great Brouhaha
  • The start of a noisy confused disturbance in 68 P.A. (2354 A.D.)
  • 42 years prior to the creation of the Tomorrow Legion
  • Somewhere on old Highway 87 (Amarillo to Lubbock TX)

The cracked asphalt roadway wavered in the heat of the Texas badlands. On your (Hovercycle or Motorcycle) you cruise across the wastelands with purpose.

------


Texas was simpler before the Coalition States decided to claim the region in late 68 P.A. (has not happened yet in our game). A post, post apocalyptic wasteland where gangs raged and traded goods and fought off each other and more often monsters that emerged from Rifts in space and time.

The oldest Speed Tribes of the badlands of Lone Star, or Old Texas, were mostly racing up and down the paved remains of Highway 87 (north - south) and Highway 20 (east - west). The old American state was referred to as either Lone Star or more often, the Texas Freelands.

No CS from the mid west were in the area, Texas was a sort of unofficial no mans land. Gangs, Comanche, and ancient ruins often occupied by demons and monsters, it was simple enough: live or die, kill or be killed, pray for freedom and find a tribe for safety. Ride Fast. Fight Hard. Stay Alive.

The entire region would soon be transformed by a epic discovery. That story is still to be told... I digress.

------


A few moths ago an up and coming mercenary leader, Captain Sabre Lasar, had the foresight to convince several mercs/tribes of wanderers to join forces and beat down some supernatural monstrosities he called the
The Splugorth are an evil Lovecraftian-like inter-dimensional race of conquerors in the Palladium Rifts Megaverse roleplaying universe. Beings whom are malevolent and sadistic, enslavers and manipulators.
. You found yourself hitching up with the charismatic Captain Lasar and another esoteric mercenary named Hudson Blackwell. Lieutenant Blackwell was one of three lieutenants who worked for Lasar in the retaliation on the invading and slaving Splugorth. For the month you were working with the Lasar Mercs, you were assigned to Blackwell's platoon. During the month with Blackwell defending Texas from slavers you learned the Lieutenant was in fact a rare Black Dragon, originating from a far off dimension. Hudson, as he insisted you call him, shook your hand and thanked you after the mercenaries defeated the slavers and separated into smaller tribes of mercs. One of the nice finds, loot, you picked up while working with Lasar and Hudson was the vehicle/mount you now have.

Raging across the badlands you have run a few small jobs on your own. Now, roughly six months after the gathering Lasar put together, you have been contacted by Hudson Blackwell. While racing across the badlands over cracked and ruff asphalt a "magic" pigeon swirled across your view and started circling you with unreal speed as you rode. Stopping and eyeing the bird warily it suddenly spoke in perfect American.

"Greeting my old friend! It is I, Hudson! I could use a mercenary of your caliber right about now, someone I know I can trust. I got a job. It pays well. If you can, meet me at the Snake Pit in Crossroads. I'll introduce you to our client, Erin. Semper Celeritas"

You have been to the city of Crossroads before and know it is less than a days ride from where you are.

------


Crossroads is a town with a regular population of just under 8000 and quite often up to another 2000 transient visitors at any given time. It is located near where pre-rifts Kernville used to be, and, for the Pecos Empire, is a relatively modern and safe community. The town gets its name for being in a geographical, center more or less, of the Pecos Empire.

Since it is relatively large, as empire towns go, and located centrally, it is a major trade center in the budding Empire.

Located in the Pecos Empire, the Lone Star State, the people of Texas have had very little contact with the East Coast including entities such as the Coalition States (CS), who most have heard of and most have never actually been in contact with. And absolutely no contact with the west which is cut off by the great barrier mountains with its dimensional anomalies.

Crossroads is a thriving community of artists and craftsmen. In addition to stage performances, primarily comedies and song and dance, and musical events, there is a full-time movie theater that offers a good selection of pre, and post rifts films. There are two dozen pawn shops, large and small, plus a handful of Shoppes that specialize in artifacts both pre, and post rift, and even alien artifacts. In addition to pottery, various knickknacks, customers can purchase and or commission objects of art such as paintings and sculptures or specialty items. Custom made saddles, saddlebags, boots with ornate unique designs, gang insignia etc. are in high demand among the Pecos bandits in the region. Over a dozen tattoo parlors also thrive in town.

A large Carnival has set up shop in the town of crossroads. There are gambling halls and sporting arenas that can seat up to 8000 people. Besides gambling, these halls provide a variety of entertainment in which the same manner as a saloon halls of the old wild west ones did.

There are even some red light districts with brothels, cockfighting and dogfighting and drug dens, houses of illusion, psychic experiences and a host of unique pastimes for a reasonable price. The local law-enforcement is mostly made up of a militia or basically a large gang well outfitted with weapons and armor. They are referred to as the City Guard.

Hover vehicle racing is a common occurrence and there are Juicer games. About the only thing that Crossroads draws a line at is actual blood sports, they are forbidden within city limits. All in all this could be considered a Las Vegas of the Pecos Empire.

The town is run by a board of commissioners. The Guard, or militia is made up of citizens and full-time freelance military forces. One perk of signing up with the militia is after two years you are given citizenship and a license to work in the city and have your own shop. It is illegal for unlicensed persons to set up businesses within the city, this does not in anyway affect independent mercenaries working in the area.

Roughly 30% of the population is human, another 8% are augmented humans such as cyborgs, juicers and crazies. The majority of Crossroads is made up of roughly 62% dimensional beings (D-Bee's). The commissioners for the city of Crossroads are currently starting a new project of building a wall around the city, although this may take several decades to complete.

One of the more famous bars within Crossroads is known as: the Snake Pit.


------


Now you find yourself sitting at a table located in the seedy bar, the Snake Pit, waiting. A few drinks later the double doors to the bar swing open and you recognize your old Lieutenant.

Image


Literally the piano players stops playing, as everyone eyes the newcomer, then the music starts back up and murmurs and conversations carry on. Dressed in black leather pants, biker jacket and cap, Hudson grins and you recognize the dragons large golden dragon ring on his right hand. The evening darkens outside, silhouetted behind Hudson as he walks deeper into the bar after eyeing you. With night, the hot day starts to cool off. As the black dragon settles haphazardly into the seat across from you he smiles and before he can say anything a D-Bee bar maid, Harriette, an easy to look at mole-like humanoid female bustles up to the table and asks Hudson what his pleasure is.

"A refill for my mate and I'll have what he is having. Lace mine if you please."

Returning his attention to you, Hudson continues:

"It has been a second hasn't it mate. By the Dragon Kings of Tolkeen, so many stories to tell and we were only together a ... what five weeks or less!"


------


PLAYER INSTRUCTIONS

To start out, you can recant (like an Interlude) a story of the time you spent being a mercenary working with Hudson and Captain Lasar fighting Splugorth and defending Texas from slavers! Feel free to embellish and make it a truly worthy of being a bar story tale.

After your post I will carry on with more narrative. Thanks and enjoy.
Image

Discord: Daniel (Lars)

Lars
  • Game Master: CS Disavowed 111 P.A. (2397 A.D. - canon Rifts Time)
  • Game Master: Rifts Speed Tribes! 68 P.A. (2354 A.D. - the past dude!)

Damien - Momano (Rifts 1st SET, Far From Home)

Monza Lena - Altara (Phase World: Remorseless)

Sergio - Gunman (Deadlands)

Clay - Fighter (Savage Forgotten Realms)

Dred - Mega Juicer (Rifts Legends)

Jackal - Artificial Construct (Rifts 21st SET)
NPC Accounts:
Zieja Kashbrook RST!
Erin Tarn RST!
User avatar
Finky Snipcord
Posts: 24
Joined: Wed Jun 10, 2020 10:49 am

Re: Inchoations / Opening Scene: FINKY

Post by Finky Snipcord »

Finky grins. "Hudson, of all the well paying, crazy gits I ever knew, you're easily the craziest! I can't believe...WHAT IS THAT?!" Finky points to the door behind Blackwell, forcing the dragon to look. He seizes the opportunity to squirt a dropper of something into Blackwell's freshly poured ale. Turning back to face the gremlin, Blackwell's eyes narrow. Finky pipes up. "I thought I saw a winged brownie aiming a love dart at you! Must be a speck on my goggles." He shrugs.

Blackwell, for his part, scans an unbelieving eye over his own shoes, coat, and his ring. Nope. All still there and not on fire. Still, he gives Finky the side eye he so richly deserves, then chuckles. "I'm gonna find out later, right?"

Finky returns a shocked look, almost indignant at the implication that he has done something untoward (he did) to someone who knows the gremlin's penchant for jokes. "Hey, I rode fast to get here! There's a lot of dust on the roads! That reminds me..." Finky shifts gears, hoping to deflect some of Blackwell's suspicions. "...remember that time on that farm road? I had the super brilliant idea to salt that slug's barge." Blackwell laughs out loud. "Yeah, and you made me carry that bundle you worked up. You could've killed me!"

Finky snickers gleefully. "Well, how did you expect me to drop it off? You had a better angle. There's no way I could've thrown that far enough." Hudson nods. "That thing weighed fifty pounds. How did you come up with that design?"

Finky expounds on the science of converting Texas mud mixed with sodium chloride and fuel-grade moonshine charged with anti-protons into an exceedingly acidic - to Splugorth slavers - particulate spray. Blackwell's eyes begin to glaze over right about the time Finky wraps up with "I wasn't sure it would work, but have you ever seen a funnier sight than a sploogie melting like an icicle in a Texas summer dust devil? That tub of goo screamed like a stuck boar for about four seconds!"

Blackwell laughs as he takes another sip of his (probably) tainted ale. "I've seen some things in my time, but that is legendary level cooking. The fireworks show you tacked on to the end was the perfect finish. Freaked those Altarans all the way out!" He smacks his tongue to his lips, not quite sure about the aftertaste of his beverage.

Finky leans in to cut to the chase. "So...what's this job? You need some fireworks, or you need Finky's Extra Special Fireworks?"
Finky Snipcord
Finky Snipcord
Pace: 6; Parry: 5
Toughness: 12 (5)
Armor: Urban Warrior Tactical Medium EBA
Pertinent Edges: Ace/Combat Ace, Improved Take 'Em Down, Elan, Conditioned
Current Status Post
Lars
Diamond Patron
Diamond Patron
Posts: 1468
Joined: Thu Jan 19, 2017 9:13 am
Location: GM CS Disavowed & GM Rifts Speed Tribes!
Contact:

Re: Inchoations / Opening Scene: FINKY

Post by Lars »

Image

@Snake Eyes nice opening post! Finky has earned a bennie for that post.


Sounds of patrons drinking and eating in the bar, the Snake Pit, mingled with a cheap piano that played in the background.

Blackwell laughs as he takes another sip of his (definitely) tainted ale. "I've seen some things in my time, but that is legendary level cooking. The fireworks show you tacked on to the end was the perfect finish. Freaked those Altarans all the way out!" He smacks his tongue to his lips, not quite sure about the aftertaste of his beverage.

Finky leans in to cut to the chase. "So...what's this job? You need some fireworks, or you need Finky's Extra Special Fireworks?”

“Yes,”
Blackwell responded with glee. ”Both. All. This one is gunna be tricky and loud. I got tricky. I’ll need your loud.”

Leaning back in the chair Hudson glances around the Snake Pit before answering Finky. It was still early. Most of the rowdy crowd will arrive soon though.

”In a few days at noon, we are meeting a bloke by the name of Desmond Bradford. He says some of his contractors were captured and he wants them back. Sounds like his men are working for the Coalition States. Says he was contracted to search for oil here in Texas and some bandits snagged a few of his men when they were traveling. He’s going to give us details and instructions. Claims he knows who has them and where they are, but doesn’t want to send in his mercs or ask the CS for help. Seems to think that would piss off his employers. Says these captured fellas have some vital company info on them. He’s offering 100k for the info and 20k per man rescued.”

Letting that soak in a moment Hudson goes on after a sip of his laced drink. Burps. Laughs and looks, a little pale.

”Gah. This drink is good. Now here is the fun part. Next appointment is with Erin Tarn who wrote that underground book the CS hates. Yeah. She’s in town. Wants to write another book. More of a first hand experience book. So she and some Lazlo dudes stroll into Texas and come across a group of guys claiming they have fled from the CS and a contractor company after finding something amazing. Some relic. They steal the details saying where it is and try to set up a buy. But it goes badly. Erin’s group try to save these blokes from some tribe of mercs but only Erin escapes the firefight. The guys with the details are captured and her Lazlo escort all killed. She contacted me, I met her few years ago, and wants to hire us to find these poor captured fellas and then rescue them. She’s interested in the information too but actually seems more worried about the dudes. We are meeting her at 2 in the afternoon, same day as Desmond.”

Grinning Hudson nods.

”One leads to the other. Now. Here’s how I wanna do this. We tell the guy Bradford we are down. No problem. Then we chat with Ms. Tarn and tell her we are down. We rescued the blokes and see what the relic is before deciding on how we play that. Lazlo has fronted 200 k for taking out the tribe, dead or alive and rescue of the men. I don’t know what tribe of mercs it is yet. But we will figure it. We collect on that then maybe collect with Bradford too. I for one am not keen on a CS presence in Texas though. Unless the relic is too juicy to let go.”

Raising his glass up as a toast to Finky, Hudson says, ”Whatcha think?”

The front doors of the Snake Pit crash open and a half dozen mercs who look drunk already burst in. A whip cracks and shatters the glass in Hudson’s hand. The dragon looks annoyed, ”I was enjoying that!”

Laughter peels and cackles giggle from the drunks.

A mercenary who looks older than Blackwell slurs: ”Whatcha gumbo doh bou it ol’man? Cry?”

Hudson stands and faces the newcomers crackling his knuckles.


Decide on the course of action and narrate it. Blackwell looks like he is about to jump into a good old fist fight bar brawl. A common occurrence in the Snake Pit that surprisingly is usually nightly and non fatal. Fists fly and heads get kicked and everyone nurses wounds over drinks afterwards.

Additionally carry on with conversation with Hudson if you like. (Before, during or after the possible fight or calming negotiation you attempt).
Image

Discord: Daniel (Lars)

Lars
  • Game Master: CS Disavowed 111 P.A. (2397 A.D. - canon Rifts Time)
  • Game Master: Rifts Speed Tribes! 68 P.A. (2354 A.D. - the past dude!)

Damien - Momano (Rifts 1st SET, Far From Home)

Monza Lena - Altara (Phase World: Remorseless)

Sergio - Gunman (Deadlands)

Clay - Fighter (Savage Forgotten Realms)

Dred - Mega Juicer (Rifts Legends)

Jackal - Artificial Construct (Rifts 21st SET)
NPC Accounts:
Zieja Kashbrook RST!
Erin Tarn RST!
User avatar
Finky Snipcord
Posts: 24
Joined: Wed Jun 10, 2020 10:49 am

Re: Inchoations / Opening Scene: FINKY

Post by Finky Snipcord »

Finky rolls his eyes. "Boys. BOYS! You owe this git a drink, an' you owe me one for havin' to look at your ugly mugs." The group scoffs at the gremlin, offering some choice commentary on his appearance and lineage. Blackwell turns back to his friend. Finky's face scrunches up, clearly disapproving of the commentary. Blackwell grins. He turns to throw the first punch, but the ugly fellow has already lunged. In an instant, the bar is transformed into a full on brawl, with few bystanders.

Finky, for his part, twists a knob on his cloak, shifting both himself and his drink into phase. He snickers as a pool cue passes through the space where his head just was. "Too slow, pudgy!" Blackwell doesn't get sucker punched often at all. You'd think he took such a thing personally. He proceeds to knock out the last of the older drunk's teeth with a fist. His laughter roars, almost betraying his draconic heritage. He grabs a mug and smashes it against the head of another assailant.

The dragon, even in human form, is a frightening combatant. He wades through several hapless barfighters, his strength obviously exceeding his form. Few in this bar could take more than a single punch. Still, he seems to have drawn a crowd of very upset patrons. Finky turns his glass up, draining the last of the ale. He lets out a satisfied "Ahhh!" and twists the cloak knob back. He sets the now tangible glass on the bar, reaches into his dimensional pocket, and pulls out a speaker. The thing has several strange looking transistors and glowing green piping wrapping around it. He lobs it into the center of the crowd that has begun a concerted attack on Hudson. "HEY BOYS! I said you owe him a drink, but maybe you should sleep it off instead!" He clicks a button on a wireless remote and the speaker starts humming out a goblin lullaby with some extra special ambient beats. One by one, almost like dominoes, the brawlers drop to the ground, asleep. Blackwell, for his part, has a bit of a rumbling in his stomach from his extra specially laced drink that keeps him awake. Not to mention that draconic will.

As the last fighter hits the floor to have strange gremlin-infested dreams, Finky snickers. "Aren't you glad I laced your drink, too? Now let's talk about how we max out that payout, yeah?"
Finky Snipcord
Finky Snipcord
Pace: 6; Parry: 5
Toughness: 12 (5)
Armor: Urban Warrior Tactical Medium EBA
Pertinent Edges: Ace/Combat Ace, Improved Take 'Em Down, Elan, Conditioned
Current Status Post
Lars
Diamond Patron
Diamond Patron
Posts: 1468
Joined: Thu Jan 19, 2017 9:13 am
Location: GM CS Disavowed & GM Rifts Speed Tribes!
Contact:

Re: Inchoations / Opening Scene: FINKY

Post by Lars »


Image

Saw dust does it’s job. Blood and beer is soaked up by the layer of dust on the Snake Pit floor.

Blackwell extends a hand to the old ‘ganger’ that had insulted him before loosing all his teeth. From swollen eyes the man looks at Hudson and chuckles.

Warriors grasp and the man is pulled to his feet by Hudson. The two slap each other on the back and laugh.

Finky almost misses the exchange as the dragon slips a cred stick into the busted face mans pocket.

Music starts to cascade out of speakers as the piano player heads out for the night.

“No pain. No fun. But. Yeah. The drink was nice. I’ll meet you back here at noon with the rest of the crew I’m inviting to the party.”

Hudson extends his hand to shake with the Gremlin.

“I knew I could trust you. Thank you. Welcome to the inception of malevolence. I’ve see the future Finky and it’s Black. But. We will be in good Company and we will save it. Across...over time. Oh. Here. I picked this up from a rather interesting fella in my travels. Attach it to you cycle and hold on. We’ll give new meaning to Speed Tribe.”

Removing his hand from the shake a small cylinder device about the size of a energy clip is left in Finky’s hand.

Grinning, Hudson Blackwell the Nightstalker dragon walks with an unsteady gait towards the exit and waves. “See you at the meet and greet with Desmond.”

Attach to you Hovercycle or Motorcycle to increase speed by 80 Miles per hour (128 kilometers per hour).
You can post more here if you want. Or. Just hang in there a bit until we all join up to play as a group.
Image

Discord: Daniel (Lars)

Lars
  • Game Master: CS Disavowed 111 P.A. (2397 A.D. - canon Rifts Time)
  • Game Master: Rifts Speed Tribes! 68 P.A. (2354 A.D. - the past dude!)

Damien - Momano (Rifts 1st SET, Far From Home)

Monza Lena - Altara (Phase World: Remorseless)

Sergio - Gunman (Deadlands)

Clay - Fighter (Savage Forgotten Realms)

Dred - Mega Juicer (Rifts Legends)

Jackal - Artificial Construct (Rifts 21st SET)
NPC Accounts:
Zieja Kashbrook RST!
Erin Tarn RST!
User avatar
Finky Snipcord
Posts: 24
Joined: Wed Jun 10, 2020 10:49 am

Re: Inchoations / Opening Scene: FINKY

Post by Finky Snipcord »

Finky tightens his grip on the supercharger, hiding it from notice. He nods at Hudson. "Sure thing, boss. It's gonna be a gas! Hey...uh, maybe don't go too far away from a crapper if you don't switch back, know what I mean? Just a hunch..." The gremlin snickers, downs his drink, then scurries out of the bar behind Hudson to go find his bike. He can barely contain his excitement to get a closer look at the device in his hand. I bet I could tweak this thing and squeeze a bit more boost out of it...
Finky Snipcord
Finky Snipcord
Pace: 6; Parry: 5
Toughness: 12 (5)
Armor: Urban Warrior Tactical Medium EBA
Pertinent Edges: Ace/Combat Ace, Improved Take 'Em Down, Elan, Conditioned
Current Status Post
Lars
Diamond Patron
Diamond Patron
Posts: 1468
Joined: Thu Jan 19, 2017 9:13 am
Location: GM CS Disavowed & GM Rifts Speed Tribes!
Contact:

Re: Inchoations / Opening Scene: FINKY

Post by Lars »

GM Note: if you tinker with it, a crit fail destroys it. However, Roll Wired Science and for every Success add 10 mph. (Max of 4 success).
Image

Discord: Daniel (Lars)

Lars
  • Game Master: CS Disavowed 111 P.A. (2397 A.D. - canon Rifts Time)
  • Game Master: Rifts Speed Tribes! 68 P.A. (2354 A.D. - the past dude!)

Damien - Momano (Rifts 1st SET, Far From Home)

Monza Lena - Altara (Phase World: Remorseless)

Sergio - Gunman (Deadlands)

Clay - Fighter (Savage Forgotten Realms)

Dred - Mega Juicer (Rifts Legends)

Jackal - Artificial Construct (Rifts 21st SET)
NPC Accounts:
Zieja Kashbrook RST!
Erin Tarn RST!
User avatar
Finky Snipcord
Posts: 24
Joined: Wed Jun 10, 2020 10:49 am

Re: Inchoations / Opening Scene: FINKY

Post by Finky Snipcord »

Finky tinkers - 3 successes
Weird Science 1: 1d8!!: [3] = 3
WD Weird Science: 1d6!!: [1] = 1
Benny to reroll with Elan
WS 1 RR: 1d8!!: [5] = 5 add 2 - 1 success
WD WS: 1d6!!: [2] = 2 add 2
Tinker Tinker, x2
WS 2: 1d8!!: [2] = 2
WD WS 2: 1d6!!: [2] = 2
Benny again
WS2 RR: 1d8!!+2: [6]+2 = 8 - 2 successes
WD WS2: 1d6!!+2: [3]+2 = 5 adds +30 MPH to the supercharger
Finky can't leave anything alone. He finds a corner of the room he's rented and proceeds to go to work on his supercharger. After hours upon hours of tweaking, fiddling, cobbling, and engineering, he has cranked up the net speed output by almost 50%. "Nobody's gonna beat ol' Finky in a race. Heehee!"
Finky Snipcord
Finky Snipcord
Pace: 6; Parry: 5
Toughness: 12 (5)
Armor: Urban Warrior Tactical Medium EBA
Pertinent Edges: Ace/Combat Ace, Improved Take 'Em Down, Elan, Conditioned
Current Status Post
Post Reply

Return to “Finky Snipcord (Snake Eyes)”