You've all returned from Kingsdale, with a fair bit of downtime and R&R, and more than a few Credits richer. The bounties were collected without incident in Whykin, and most of you have settled in nicely back at Castle Refuge.
The new teammates had to get used to the Crawler, of course; the odd APV takes some getting used to, and Driverbot would only accept the new arrivals as members of the 7th on Growler's say-so. Once that was over, the new members are treated the exact sort of devoted duty as the Old Guard.
You've had several days to recuperate from your last mission, when you get a notification to meet Sgt. Wilde in the briefing room immediately.
When you arrive, you see the two usual figures of the Sergeant, puffing what seems to be her fourth cigar of the day while clutching a glass of whiskey, and the violet-skinned adjutant Montcrief. What's unusual is for there to be a third figure in the room--let alone one with a lot more pips on his heavily modded Combat Mage Armor. His helmet's faceplate is drawn back, revealing a 30-something human, and he's holding a tube of some sort. The sergeant's desk is atypically bare, except for an odd device--a black box with a number of unlabeled switches.
As the last of you enters and takes your seat, he nods to Montcrief, who steps over and closes the door. As he does so, the man flips a switch on the device on the desk; instantly, any of you who have active comms up find yourselves completely silent. Personal tablets and such also go off-line. Even the video display on the wall goes blank. Even as you realize what happened, he also murmurs something in Latin and makes a . Only then does Sergeant Wilde speak.
"Listen up! This is . He's Chief Communications Officer around here, which is to say he's important, and you're going to give him your undivided attention." She nods at the Captain, who gives her a brief dip of the brow as acknowledgement before turning to you all.
"I'll get right to it. First, this mission absolutely depends on operational security--speak to no one outside this room about what I'm about to say. We've intercepted some radio chatter from the Coalition that has us concerned." As he speaks he pulls out a map from the tube, laying it on the desk and rolling it out. "We're not sure of the specifics of their mission, but a strike team has been dispatched with orders to quell something or other that has their brass upset. They have two targets; the first is located near a small settlement in eastern Arkansas--" Here, he taps the map near a dot marked "Newsquareport", then continues, "--while the second is in the ruins of old Helena, Arkansas.[/b]
"We have two concerns. First and foremost, teams like this usually have a high tolerance for 'collateral damage'. Second, we've been engaged in a fairly major diplomatic push in that part of the state; we've got about two dozen envoys traveling between the myriad independent settlements, making what outreach and alliances we can. The longer the C-S are running around there, the more likely they are to run across our efforts, and we'd rather to stay off their radar as long as we can."
He shakes his head, as Sergeant Wilde a new cigar, puffing it alight. Apparently, not even the presence of the high brass will make her refrain from filling the briefing room with a thick haze.
"Your job is to try to beat the CS to the punch--go to both locations, find out what's happening there. If it's the sort of situation that calls for violence, then make sure the Coalition team comes across lots of evidence that whatever was there has been destroyed. If it's someone or something that needs help, then see if you can do that, maybe evacing them and leaving evidence that their target has flown the coop. Beyond that, improvise, keeping in mind the need to stay low-profile. Your team has been selected precisely because you've demonstrated the ability to adapt to curveballs. The good news is that you've got a head-start. The CS troops are unlikely to want to cut through the Magic Zone on their way to their first target, so they'll likely have to cut west to the Mississippi River, then south past Kingsdale before they get to Newsquareport. You should beat them to Newsquareport by at least a few days; hopefully you can keep that lead the entire time."
He rolls up the map, then looks to you all. "Any questions? If not, get down to the Crawler and head out; it's prepped and ready to go."
He will answer any questions you have, but quickly and without a lot of extraneous detail; it's clear he wants you on the road as fast as possible.
RETCON POST ONE:
At the end of the Captain's briefing, Sgt. Wilde points her almost-gone stogie stub at each of the three new faces in the room. "Elihah, Robot Pilot; Ernest, Techno-Wizard; Phillip, Spell-chucker." She follows this by waving at everyone else in the room with a single gesture, followed by pointing specifically at the Dogboy. "7th SET, aka the Jokers, your new teammates. That's Growler, he's your field officer, do as he says. Introductions done, get down to the motor pool with your gear. Elihah, there's a trailer for your RV. There's also a sheltered box on it for your pup, Phillip. The rest of get-to-know you bunk can be done on the road, don't dawdle. Move out, people!"
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On the road to Newsquareport:
We'll be using the Journey rules, here. No Horror modifiers for this leg of the trip, as while the CS doesn't patrol here, there are ample roads to get around on. The first thing you have to decide is how far you want to drive.
The Creeper is sure, but slow, and you have a looming deadline (though you're not quite sure what it is). You can get to Newsquareport in three days of easy travel, or one day of really pushing it (making three Piloting rolls in one day--see below).
Once you've decided which option to go with, assign roles, and roll as follows:
Navigator (Required):
For each day of travel, the Navigator needs to roll Survival. On a Raise, all Pilot, Scout and Lookout rolls get a +1 bonus. On a failure, you don't make any progress that day. On a CritFailure... well, things get interesting.
Lookout (Required):
For each day of travel, roll Notice once to determine how well you'll deal with random encounters.
Piloting (Required for each vehicle, mount or RV):
Roll once for each of the three legs of the rip. If you roll more than one leg per day, there's a -1 cumulative penalty to the roll. Note that Driverbot has a net d12+3 when operating the Creeper, so even if you go all three legs of the trip in one day, you'll get d12+3, d12+2 and d12+1. Furthermore, Driverbot is a Wild Card.
Scout (Optional):
Roll Stealth to get ahead of the group and see if you can spot any trouble coming.
Success: No effect--I draw for the encounter normally.
Raise: I draw twice and you pick the result.
Failure: I draw twice and pick.
CritFail: Things get messy.
Support (Optional):
Roll support using any skill that makes sense. No modifier, Success gives any other person +1 to the roll, a Raise gives +2.
RETCON NOTE: With the trailer, technically, all of Driverbot's rolls were 1 less, since it reduces handling. However, that wouldn't really change the outcome, so no need to sweat it.
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After a minor delay in the morning, Growler gets back into the groove and is quickly able to plan out their and lead them down a quick and safe path.
I hope nobody calls me out on how rusty I was this morning... people might start questioning my decisions
"Chok'lat... keep an your sensors peeled to look for any troubles. Those among you that are able to move quietly through this terrain, work
together and scout up ahead. I have our route planned. Everyone else, help where you think best. I am not here to hold your hands. Lets get moving. I will be instructing to keep us rolling until we get there, unless we happen to see something that the Legion would want for us to take care of enroute."
Growler
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Chok'lat doesn't spend much time thinking about their orders. Told what to do, he does it. He heads to the Crawler with more guns than three people would need and loads into the vehicle.
Out in the wild, he follows @Growler's lead and peeks his head out of the vehicle to get the available to him. He is keenly aware of anything fit to see or worth hearing, down to remote details.
Out in the wild, he follows @Growler's lead and peeks his head out of the vehicle to get the available to him. He is keenly aware of anything fit to see or worth hearing, down to remote details.
Chok'lat
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Roy listens to the briefing as the officer goes through it. What was his name, Waller, Walker. Oh my head is splitting. He wondered. When his arcane senses supressed he did not even realize it. The fuzzyness from he previous condition still with him. When Waller asked if they had questions Roy did.
"If speed is of the essence, I could creat a portal there. Is their a reason we need to go the traditional route?"
The crawler was an increadible tool. But if lives were at stake then it could be worth doing. His own Ley Line Gates could only take so many. But he was talented enough he could even do a Rift if needed. Though most of the Legion fround on using Dimensional Portals Rifts casually.
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As they traveled Roy was not much for driving and navigating. He could help where he needed to with tools, or even his skills. But magic was not the solution to every problem.
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Jarvis listens intently to the mission briefing. The politics of North America were still a bit foreign to him, but it sounded like investing in more lethal grenades for his power armor was a wise decision. The kittani even knew who was, and wondered if standard munitions were going to be enough.
On the road, the more veteran members of the 7th fell into familiar roles of navigation, and watch detail. The was fine with Jarvis, he observed his teammates closely, noting their habits and mannerisms. Knowing how your allies react and being able to anticipate it sometimes was the difference between life and death. Satisfied that things were well in hand, he removed his helmet and gauntlet and placed his hand on the interior of the Crawler, attempting to to Drivebot. The construct was definitely unique, but Jarvis managed to make contact with a little extra effort.
Hello Drivebot, thank you for allowing me to communicate with you in this way. My name is Jarvis Ursus and we greatly appreciate your assistance in making this journey. While you are more than capable of handling yourself, should you require , your systems appear to be similar to that of In'Valian design. A race that my people...ahem..,have had some dealings with. I am at your service should you need it.
On the road, the more veteran members of the 7th fell into familiar roles of navigation, and watch detail. The was fine with Jarvis, he observed his teammates closely, noting their habits and mannerisms. Knowing how your allies react and being able to anticipate it sometimes was the difference between life and death. Satisfied that things were well in hand, he removed his helmet and gauntlet and placed his hand on the interior of the Crawler, attempting to to Drivebot. The construct was definitely unique, but Jarvis managed to make contact with a little extra effort.
Hello Drivebot, thank you for allowing me to communicate with you in this way. My name is Jarvis Ursus and we greatly appreciate your assistance in making this journey. While you are more than capable of handling yourself, should you require , your systems appear to be similar to that of In'Valian design. A race that my people...ahem..,have had some dealings with. I am at your service should you need it.
Jarvis Ursus
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Driverbot Rolls
At Growler's command, Driverbot pushes the Crawler for 18 hours. The trips is utterly uneventful, with the team able to relax and get to know one another. Interlude!
RETCON 3: New arrivals, please add your interludes to the posts below this one.You pull into town fairly late in the evening, maybe around 10 PM. The territory around the town is typical of the post-post-Apocalypse; ruins have been overgrown with vegetation, but some have been re-occupied in intervening decades, or stripped down by scavengers. In addition to the road you've been following, there's remnants of Golden Age streets going off into other ruined areas. As you get closer, there's clearer signs of actual habitation--farms and orchards, primarily. There is a palisade around the town proper, though the gate is wide open and unmanned; it's obvious the simple fortification is only used in times of trouble. The town is fairly quiet, about what you'd expect for a simple settlement of maybe a thousand people. Outside the town gate is a welcome sign:
There are some signs of life--a good-sized structure is the most obvious contender for 'place to talk to people', as it has lights on and music coming out of it. There's also a small hotel with a flickering sign that simply says "Rest". And you can see a few passers-by, mostly seeming to be heading from the aforementioned music hall, some of them a weaving a bit in the classic manner of the inebriated. Several people stop to goggle a bit at the Creeper, which is understandable given the machine's obvious oddity. Some stand still and watch cautiously, an a couple more step quickly into homes, obviously wanting nothing to do with the strangeness. A couple of kids out a bit late just stare, fascinated.
Fun with dice!
Driverbot speaks in a clipped voice that is almost, but not quite, an English accent: "We have arrived at Newsquareport. Orders, Specialist Growler?"
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Roy looked over the mound he and Brent where hidden behind. “The elementals did not even slow them down. With those dog boys we cannot hide. We need to get out of here.” Watching as the Coalition platoon searched for the brothers.
Brent looked at his brother with disappointment. “Hide? We are already hiding. I am a master of my craft and do not plan on running from dogs or their human slavers.” Preparing a powerful spell. “Besides, the elementals did not slow them because you chose not to commit. Playing it safe with the weaker elementals. But I am willing to commit.” As he finished his words the spell he had been preparing came to conclusion.
“What are you doing, even combined we do not have the skill to summon a greater elemental.” Roy challenged on recognizing the working being done.
The elemental sliding through was enormous, nearly 40’ tall the living tornado like beings appeared as an animated storm. “Kill the Dog Boys then kills the rest of them.” Brett commanded his will shaping the command so the alien entity could understand the words.
The elemental ignored the command, as lightning stuck down at the two wizards. Brent dodged to the side, summoning a portal to slip through he grabbed Roy and the two of them arrived a short distance away. “Damn it Brent, you knew you could not control something that powerful.” Roy said as he turned to the elemental. Then the creature looked and saw the CS forced that had been hunting the two temporal wizards.
The two forces clashed, the CS unable to overcome the more powerful elemental broke and fled, the dog boys giving their lives to protect their human allies.
Brent smiled. “It seems fate favors action brother. Again your hesitation could have cost us the field. Lets go.”
Roy was annoyed, his brother always seemed to get by on luck and was too easily willing to risk the lives of others. “No more, your thirst for vengeance is unhealthy.” That was the last day Roy worked as a partner with Brent.
Thinking back on how he was treated while infected Roy believed his brother had learned nothing. Things may have worked out, again, but Roy was still convinced that Brents willingness to sacrifice and abuse others for what he considered ‘the greater good’ was wrong.
Roy got out of the vehicle looking around. The people were nervous and he did not want to do anything to aggitate them. Smiling he tried to put them at ease. "Howdy folks, yall okay? Looks like ya could use a little help."
Brent looked at his brother with disappointment. “Hide? We are already hiding. I am a master of my craft and do not plan on running from dogs or their human slavers.” Preparing a powerful spell. “Besides, the elementals did not slow them because you chose not to commit. Playing it safe with the weaker elementals. But I am willing to commit.” As he finished his words the spell he had been preparing came to conclusion.
“What are you doing, even combined we do not have the skill to summon a greater elemental.” Roy challenged on recognizing the working being done.
The elemental sliding through was enormous, nearly 40’ tall the living tornado like beings appeared as an animated storm. “Kill the Dog Boys then kills the rest of them.” Brett commanded his will shaping the command so the alien entity could understand the words.
The elemental ignored the command, as lightning stuck down at the two wizards. Brent dodged to the side, summoning a portal to slip through he grabbed Roy and the two of them arrived a short distance away. “Damn it Brent, you knew you could not control something that powerful.” Roy said as he turned to the elemental. Then the creature looked and saw the CS forced that had been hunting the two temporal wizards.
The two forces clashed, the CS unable to overcome the more powerful elemental broke and fled, the dog boys giving their lives to protect their human allies.
Brent smiled. “It seems fate favors action brother. Again your hesitation could have cost us the field. Lets go.”
Roy was annoyed, his brother always seemed to get by on luck and was too easily willing to risk the lives of others. “No more, your thirst for vengeance is unhealthy.” That was the last day Roy worked as a partner with Brent.
Thinking back on how he was treated while infected Roy believed his brother had learned nothing. Things may have worked out, again, but Roy was still convinced that Brents willingness to sacrifice and abuse others for what he considered ‘the greater good’ was wrong.
Roy got out of the vehicle looking around. The people were nervous and he did not want to do anything to aggitate them. Smiling he tried to put them at ease. "Howdy folks, yall okay? Looks like ya could use a little help."
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After conversing with Drivebot telepathically, Jarvis leaves his helmet off and looks to his companions, specifically to Roy, the new addition and True Atlantean.
“You all read my file and know I don’t make it a secret that I once served the Splugorth. I am not proud of that and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret the things I did. What you don’t know is how a Kittani defector ended up with a suit of armor that is made in North America.
“The Juicer Apprehension Powered Exoskeleton system or J.A.P.E. was, in fact, developed by Northern Gun to stem the growing tide of Juicer, M.O.M. and enhanced human crimes in the cities of the Midwest. The main goal of the project was to create a powered exoskeleton that could match the speed and strength of these augmented individuals, as well as to develop a method of non-lethal capture usable in both close-quarters and urban settings.
“The prototype suit was developed nearly 20 years ago without any weapon systems with non-lethal systems not being added until almost a year later but ultimately the project ended up being shelved by Northern Gun in favor of deadlier alternatives.”
Jarvis smiles at this before continuing, “Seems humans are not so different than any other intelligent being in the Multiverse. Anyway, as the story goes, a decade later the Black Market acquired the plans for the J.A.P.E. system during a raid on Northern Gun's R&D labs. That’s not exactly true. You see, Splynncryth has a high degree of interest in North America and bio-wizardry is expensive and… takes a toll on its recipients to say the least. A technical option was of great interest to the High Lords and once word filtered back to Atlantis about this suit, they had to get their tentacles on one.
“You see it was Atlantis that raided Northern Gun. Specifically, myself along with a few other Kittani and Kydian Overlords. We took those plans and developed a version of the suit for ourselves. Ultimately though, it was only Kittani that could use it. Kydians would need a bigger version and the High Lords soon found out that despite being an effective design, we Kittani preferred our own style. You also still need to control those slaves you catch, so you might as well just slap the Zombitron on them from the start.
“So only a few Kittani models were made, including this one, and then the project was abandoned. We of course then sold the blueprints to the Black Market to recoup some of the costs, which is how they really got it. and I am quite fond of the suit myself as it was essential in my escape from Atlantis.
“Ahh. It looks like we have arrived.” Jarvis laughed. “New Squared, Ha! We Kittani can appreciate a good math joke. Hmm, doesn’t look like the locals are that pleased to see us, however.”
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"Most of you are new to me. I am Growler. I was an experimental Mage Hunter Dogboy thrown together by Lonestar. After some unsavory work in Tolkeen for them, I had enough and joined the Tomorrow Legion. I was the only one in my litter to survive to adulthood, and they treated me as an experiment instead of a person... or even as a pet. The Legion has been my only real home and pack. Former Packleader Herra accepted me into her pack, and I have done what I can to make her proud... and to be proud of me if she was to hear of my deeds. After she had to leave the pack, I was tasked with leading.
I am not worried about what you have done in the past. We have all done things in the past that we are not proud of. I am concerned of the future. I want each and every one of you to act in ways that will make the Tomorrow Legion, the Sergeant, and Former Pack Leader Herra proud of us."
After arriving in Newsquareport, Growler restates their mission.
"Alright... remember opsec. No talking about this outside the Crawler. We have to find whatever would have had the Coalition forces into the area, but remain low profile. Our crawler stands out, but we can just say we are passing through for some R and R as an excuse to be here... and don't reference the Legion. We are just some travelling guns for hire that stopped for a cold meal and warm beer. If it is someone or something that needs help... we help and evac them and if necessary fake their deaths or create a false trail for them. If it is something that calls for violence... overkill is ENCOURAGED to show evidence to the Coalition that it has been taken care of. We should have a couple days until the Coalition shows up, so lets hurry. Questions? As soon as we are done here we can go to the second area. Now everyone go and gather information as each of you can best do... and remember... no mention of us searching for anything in particular though general interest in intriguing things near here is fine... but don't ask about the Coalition or say we are from the Legion... call us Herra's Heroes for Hire. Drivebot... park beside the music hall... and please refrain from deadly force unless absolutely necessary."
Growler
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interlude
Chok'lat, absent-mindedly scanning the horizon for threats, bursts into unsolicited monologue, whether inspired by the stories of his friends or just an abundance of thoughts his head could no longer contain. "Chok'lat was really bad. Chok'lat did things to people for fun and for cyber. Mostly it was hurting people or stealing their stuff. The most fun was hurting them real bad then they got to watch when we took their stuff. Then we usually killed them." His face twists a little, clearly uncomfortable with his past actions. "Sometimes," he continues "...we had to kill our own people because they crossed Cray-Cray or...well, sometimes Cray-Cray killed some of us because she was really mean and she felt like killing something. It didn't bother Chok'lat since she killed somebody else. Sometimes Chok'lat found it funny, even if it was one of Chok'lat's original crew." He picks idly at something stuck in his teeth before continuing.
"When Chok'lat started following the Light, that stuff wasn't as much fun. Chok'lat knew they were demons who did bad things so they had it comin'. But then Chok'lat kept running with you guys and Chok'lat likes you all a lot. Even you new guys. Chok'lat don't want to see nothing bad happen to you guys."
His face softens and goes pensive. He pauses long enough that you might think he concluded his thought. Just as someone moves to speak, he pipes up again. "Chok'lat knows 'love' is a word but only that Chok'lat used to love doing bad things. Now, Chok'lat wants you all to be happy and not get hurt. Does that mean Chok'lat loves you guys?"
He shrugs at the thought. "Chok'lat thinks that would be nice."
As Chok'lat around the town they've reached, he takes note of the significant amount of cybernetic modification in the townspeople. "Hey, anyone think that's a lot of implants and gear for a town like this?" He catches sight of a kid darting away between buildings as they approach. "Huh. That don't look normal. Kid just ran off that way. Stay awake. Don't know who or what he's telling."
Chok'lat
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"What the frell?" Elihah exclaimed as he managed to move his new Hunter robot into cover before the Coalition fire struck him.
I'm in a robot, how can they tell I'm an Elf to start shooting at me on sight
"Attention Hunter Mobile Gun, you are wanted in connection for an attack on Camp Demetrius. Stand down and prepare to be interrogated.
"I didn't have anything with that!" Elihah exclaimed, whilst plotting targeting solutions. What kind of trouble did that frelling arsewipe drop me in? No wonder he had a smirk when I refused his payment. Probably called the CS on me
"Negative, your markings match those of a Hunter Mobile Gun involved in the attack. Stand down and if you were not involved, you will be allowed to go about your business. You have thirty seconds to comply."
Frell, I stand down, I get executed on sight for being a Dbee. I fight or try to run, good chance of dying. Elihah fretted as he calculated his odds of surviving.
Frell it, time to roll the dice. Show them that elves are far better than they are
As Elihah sat waiting patiently in the vehicle, using his cards to play a few games of solitaire unless he is needed.
"You know, normally I just get shot at by the CS for fun. This has to be the first time I'm doing this willing going into a possible confrontation."
rolls
common knowledge 1d4+2: [1]+2 = 3 wild dice 1d6+2: [4]+2 = 6
notice 1d8: [5] = 5 wild dice 1d6: [3] = 3
I'm in a robot, how can they tell I'm an Elf to start shooting at me on sight
"Attention Hunter Mobile Gun, you are wanted in connection for an attack on Camp Demetrius. Stand down and prepare to be interrogated.
"I didn't have anything with that!" Elihah exclaimed, whilst plotting targeting solutions. What kind of trouble did that frelling arsewipe drop me in? No wonder he had a smirk when I refused his payment. Probably called the CS on me
"Negative, your markings match those of a Hunter Mobile Gun involved in the attack. Stand down and if you were not involved, you will be allowed to go about your business. You have thirty seconds to comply."
Frell, I stand down, I get executed on sight for being a Dbee. I fight or try to run, good chance of dying. Elihah fretted as he calculated his odds of surviving.
Frell it, time to roll the dice. Show them that elves are far better than they are
As Elihah sat waiting patiently in the vehicle, using his cards to play a few games of solitaire unless he is needed.
"You know, normally I just get shot at by the CS for fun. This has to be the first time I'm doing this willing going into a possible confrontation."
rolls
common knowledge 1d4+2: [1]+2 = 3 wild dice 1d6+2: [4]+2 = 6
notice 1d8: [5] = 5 wild dice 1d6: [3] = 3
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Notice 1d8!! 1d6!!: [3]+[4] = 7
Common Knowledge 1d6!! 1d6!!: [2]+[4] = 6
Common Knowledge 1d6!! 1d6!!: [2]+[4] = 6
GM Bennies 9/9
Wild Card Bennies ?
Wild Card Bennies ?
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Just as the team is preparing to disembark, with the side-door swinging open to let the Jokers move out, a thin man in a long, sleeveless overcoat comes over from around a corner, smiling amiably. The boy who ran off earlier is at the corner, obviously peering around to watch. The familial resemblance is unmistakable, even to the casual viewer; if not father/son, then the boy is at least his nephew.
As he arrives at the Creeper, the man gives a left-handed wave, which just happens to show the tin star in his hand."Hello in there! Sheriff Thompson, welcome to Newsquareport! Ain't seen a ride like this before, so I was wonderin--" In an instant, his voice cuts off, his face pales, and his right arm snaps up, the barrel of a particle beam pistol popping out of the forearm. "Look out! One'a'them Broad-killers snuck on board your ride!" He's very clearly trying to get a bead on Chok'lat, but the rest of the team is making it hard to draw a proper bead, giving a VERY brief window of opportunity to turn this potential Tango Foxtrot around, maybe.
As he arrives at the Creeper, the man gives a left-handed wave, which just happens to show the tin star in his hand."Hello in there! Sheriff Thompson, welcome to Newsquareport! Ain't seen a ride like this before, so I was wonderin--" In an instant, his voice cuts off, his face pales, and his right arm snaps up, the barrel of a particle beam pistol popping out of the forearm. "Look out! One'a'them Broad-killers snuck on board your ride!" He's very clearly trying to get a bead on Chok'lat, but the rest of the team is making it hard to draw a proper bead, giving a VERY brief window of opportunity to turn this potential Tango Foxtrot around, maybe.
The Dice Stuff
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Notice
Well, isn't that typical Elihah noticed as he walks down the ramp, holding his helmet under his arm but not his biggest gun. I wonder if he really wants to shoot at all!Persuasion
Still, guess its up to the Elf to get the sheriff onside. It can be so tedious being me sometimes."Now now Sheriff," Elihah swept back his hair, letting the luscious and stepped forward, tapping the barrel of the Particle beam weapon and running his finger along the side slightly suggestively, "Chok'lat here doesn't mean anybody any harm. He's a pussy cat mostly. Just don't try rubbing his belly."
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Roy channels some power with some subtle arcane gestures embueing Chok with some of his talent. Then slowly raises his hands. "Slow down friend. Chok here is not as bad as he looks. Lets talk about this so we don't get hurt."
Notice Success
@Chok'lat gains +2 die type and a free reroll on persuation
Notice Success
@Chok'lat gains +2 die type and a free reroll on persuation
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Drawing upon his inner calm, Growler tries to help how he can. Growler opens his helmet as a show of good faith.
"I am Growler, leader of the Hera's Heroes for Hire. I know it is long, but you can call us H Cubed... or maybe HQB?!? Anyways... This Brodkil, Chok'lat, is a member of my company. He has experienced a change of heart from his kind's normal behavior and KNOWS that if he was to revert to his earlier behaviors it would not go well for him. I have trusted him with my life and the lives of my companions here. We just want to spend some of our hard earned credits on preferably warm meals, cold beer, and loud lively music. How about we all go in and spend some credits in your fine town? Any member of my company who starts any trouble will be severely dealt with."
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Jarvis remained silent with his helmet on. Revealing himself as a Kittani just might send this local law enforcement over the edge. A quick revealed the man was obviously nervous, but was also not messing around with leveling a particle beam in their direction.
Considering his options, Jarvis shifted his left arm slightly to point the capture assault system in the direction of the man. If things deteriorated, the polymer bolo would have to do as bringing the neural disruptor rifle to bear would definitely not be subtle. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, however, and it seemed his companions were already making a decent effort to prevent the worst.
Considering his options, Jarvis shifted his left arm slightly to point the capture assault system in the direction of the man. If things deteriorated, the polymer bolo would have to do as bringing the neural disruptor rifle to bear would definitely not be subtle. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, however, and it seemed his companions were already making a decent effort to prevent the worst.
OOC Comments
Jarvis Ursus
Re: Unfamiliar Troubles
Chok'lat the sheriff's twitchy tendencies almost before he drew his pistol. He would normally spout off immediately, but his friends managed to help delay the firefight, leaving Chok'lat to speak for himself. An as he tries to reassure the sheriff that he's never met a brodkil like this. "My good sir, I am called Chok'lat and I assure you I intend you and your people no harm. I have sworn upon my honor...such that it was in the past...and my very life that I would atone for my sins, and this before an angel of Heaven and the Light he served. I am perfect by no means, but I yearn to fulfill my oath. Please forgive my brutish appearance. I cannot alter it, nor would I. It is fitting penance for the crimes of my past. I digress..."
He pauses to let his words sink in, then continues. "I would be grateful, quite honestly, if you wouldn't put holes in me that will give our medic fits. If you would extend even more grace, we would be appreciative of accommodations in your town. I will prove my word to you and we will do as our leader, Growler, says. We will patronize your local eateries, pay our tabs in full, and endeavor to leave your town in as good or better condition than we found it. I can attempt to conceal my appearance should that make our stay here more palatable."
The glamour is not permanent, though, and begins to subside. "What you think? Chok'lat okay to stay?"
He pauses to let his words sink in, then continues. "I would be grateful, quite honestly, if you wouldn't put holes in me that will give our medic fits. If you would extend even more grace, we would be appreciative of accommodations in your town. I will prove my word to you and we will do as our leader, Growler, says. We will patronize your local eateries, pay our tabs in full, and endeavor to leave your town in as good or better condition than we found it. I can attempt to conceal my appearance should that make our stay here more palatable."
The glamour is not permanent, though, and begins to subside. "What you think? Chok'lat okay to stay?"
Chok'lat