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Outrail posted:B then D Works for me. Killing heavy gun > leaving gun there for someone else to use if we get the gunner.
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B then D Our asset is worth more than scrap. Being able to operate Unsuppressed is important too. We aren't going to have time to scavenge as well.
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Outrail posted:B then D Not an empty quote
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 An instant before a hail of withering fire would consume Ramadi and Taliro, the beam of coherent light lances down toward the skimmer, slicing through the repeater's acceleration chamber in a flash of light and charred circuitry. Ramadi and Taliro duck behind the heavy pillars as the gunner staggers back from the EM discharge. As the skimmer maneuvers to evade, a second beam from Scuzzy Jr. slashes across the armored fuselage, causing only minor damage. The mech racks slide free of the hold, each combat robot folded into an armored pod like a cerasteel chrysalis. As the rows of mechs prepare to deploy, Kamula raises his lancejet (which you are once more very glad you gifted him) and looses a volley of tiny, rocket-propelled explosive darts. The explosives, though small, do fine work in the confined hold; the skimmer rocks and shudders, flame and smoke billowing out of the open bay door. As the vessel swerves and spins, a few of the mech-pods tumble into the depths of the trench like overripe fruit. Some, however, successfully deploy, their pods slamming down with thunderous clangs onto the concourse. The gunner, scorched and cursing, leaps from the troubled skimmer, impacting the ground near the scattered mechs and rolling heavily to his feet. The pilot, struggling to maintain some semblance of control, begins to cruise away from the scene on a labored escape vector, his skimmer trailing thick smoke.  Kamula rushes to engage, even as three of the mechs unfold their limbs and charge their arm-mounted cannons. The glare of the robots' visors fix on the cyborg, and they raise their weapons. The incandescent flare and murderous hiss of Kamula's thermablade cuts through the confusion, as he raises blade and lancejet for battle. Assist him? A. Yes, with Scuzzy Jr. B. Yes, personally. C. Yes, with both myself and Scuzzy Jr. D. No, he's got this.  Vare pops up over the bulwark and snaps off a few shots at the Verdugar gunner, who rolls to avoid the fusillade and charges Vare's position, deploying a wicked mono-axe with a snap of his wrist. She continues to fire, but the gunner raises his free hand, and an arm-mounted repulsion buckler flares to life, the pulse blasts splashing harmlessly across the shield. Assist her? E. Yes, with Scuzzy Jr. F. Yes, personally. G. Yes, with both myself and Scuzzy Jr. H. No, she's got this. Ramadi and Taliro keep to cover, the Raq's eyestalks writhing in a complex dance as she simultaneously eyes the docking bay entrance and the conflict occupying the field. Tell her to go for it, or stay put for now? I. Break for the goal! J. Stay in cover! Despite the current life-or-death struggle playing out out before you, you find some niggling portion of your mind worrying about your cheerful Vordubiri pilot. You don't know how many juves he has to feed at home, nor if he's remotely close to retirement, but you'd feel terrible if something happened to him on your account. Tell Tone to take off? K. Yes, he's done enough, and we don't want to be out a skilled pilot; he should get to safety. L. No, having him there has already helped to mitigate an ambush, and there might be more of those incoming. He's well out of the action where he is.
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DEXZ X being "Ramadi, keep an eye or two out for a flank action; I'll join you if it happens." Regal will approach with due stealth and break for them if either party loses it. Z being "Tone, you've done a lot for us already. Your call if you want to stick around."
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1. A - Don't we have an electronic warfare suite? This is when you use an electronic warfare suite. 2. F - The perfect time to heroically save her or hilariously fail. Fortune favours the bold!! 3. I - All hostiles are engaged; no time like go time. 4. K - Tone's job is to drive the sub and we're off the sub. He can probably go now. got some chores tonight fucked around with this message at 03:39 on Jun 25, 2016 |
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Sir Unimaginative posted:DEXZ
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AFJK While we could probably help more charging the robots and having scuzzy backshoot the lizard, I really want Regal to knife duel the croc.
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"Things are spinning up hot," you transmit hastily to Tone, "go ahead and jet." "Good lucks," your pilot replies, "avoid the deaths!" Your concentration, however, has already moved to more pressing matters. Scuzzy Jr.'s response is exquisite. Its military architecture implements commands from your drone control cortex with an effortless grace its makeshift predecessor could never have hoped to match. Doctor Pnakoptis suggested that your system was specifically tailored to integrate cybernetics, but you've never really realized the extent or potential of that until now. Living in the bowels of Thoon, you saw your fellow dregs struggling with low-quality, poorly-integrated augmentations, with a lack of sterile tools and expensive anti-rejection treatments. You never truly considered how few, suspiciously few, complications you had with your arms; how wholly you bonded with them.  You feel stress and flexion in entirely conceptual muscles; you have only to will Scuzzy Jr. to deploy its infestation directive, and your drone is already transmitting packets of virulent data. With the skimmer driven off, the combat mechs lack a dedicated command cortex, and are limited to simple (factory-standard, you note with disdain) AI modules. It is almost shamefully effortless to scramble the mechs' IFF protocols, rendering them incapable of discerning hostile targets from friendly.  The mechs whirl and gyre in synthetic confusion, raising their weapons to one another. Into this chaos comes Kamula K, as a skree-hawk among vere. His incandescent thermablade sweeps in broad, graceful arcs that serve a stark contrast to the cacophonous shriek of tortured metal and welded circuitry. In his wake, cerasteel limbs scatter like dried grass.  Even as this ballet of destruction plays forth on the concourse, you are rushing to the aid of Vare, who is hard-pressed by her foe. The Verdugar lunges with a roar, bringing his mono-axe down in a heavy executioner's stroke. The electromagnetic sheath crackles as the molecule-thick plane of carbon shears effortlessly through the low wall sheltering your crewmate. She nimbly dances back, raising her pulser, but before she can fire at her seemingly unbalanced foe, the Verdugar lashes out with deceptive speed, thick tail smashing into her arm and sending the weapon sliding across the decks. As the pulser flies from Vare's nerveless claw, the mono-axe is already in motion, the unspeakable keenness of the blade and the Verdugar's sheer mass and strength turning a weak upward slash into a devastating disemboweling stroke.  Or would.  The blade mires in a dense cloud of tiny machines; the power behind the swing only rendering the dilatant swarm-shield all the more impermeable. It's all the opening you need.  You seize the weapon with your swarm, and hurl the weapon away. The Verdugar leaps back, swinging his tail in an attempt to keep you at bay. He reaches for the pulser at his belt, but has neglected to keep track of Vare. Your partner slashes out with her talons, taking the gunner behind the knee. One of the Verdugar's legs collapses beneath him, and before he can raise the weapon, you... A. Finish him with a blazing talon. B. Knock him out with your palm-stunner. Bonus: Insert One-Liner.
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B. "I know, I'd faint after a move that awesome too."
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A, disembowel him neck to cloaca. No point in wasting time. Let's get this done and GTFO, we have a fart breathing goon to deliver. E: also drat, our droneswarm is pretty much a telekinetic force.
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He's huge! That means he has huge guts! RIP AND TEAR
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B "Talk to the hand." 
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B "Nighty night, Sweetheart."
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B "You aren't even worth a one-liner
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 The Verdugar snarls defiantly as you lunge forward, pulling free his sidearm even as you bring an open metal palm up under his prodigious jaw. Your fingers flip back as the stun emitter strikes your target, crackling with energy. Teeth clash together with the impact, and you send a heavy pulse of debilitating charge through the gunner's body. The Verdugar jolts violently for a moment, then slumps into a senseless heap upon the decks, tongue lolling from his jaws. Your adrenaline-addled mind struggles to compose a pithy one-liner, and you finally open your mouth to croak, “Ta--” “After a while, crocodile,” Vare delivers, beating you to the punch. You let your jaw hang open for a moment longer, then slowly close your mouth. You eye her with irritation, which melts away when you notice her cradling her gun arm gingerly. "Hoy," you call worriedly, rushing to Vare's side. She looks to you, eyes hooded with pain. "Broken, I think," Vare replies, visibly fighting a wave of nausea. "It'll keep for the moment; let's get this thing finished." "You know," you comment, tapping one of your synthetic arms, "I realize you want us to share common interests, but there are easier ways to get close to me." Vare lets out a single sarcastic bark of a laugh, and affectionately butts you with her head. "If we're all done braiding each other's krumping hair," Kamula growls, reloading the power cell in his thermablade. "Right," you assert, as your microdrone horde swarms back into your shoulders in a buzzing, luminescent cloud, "let's finish up." Your crew crosses the final stretch toward the docking bay, wary for any additional surprises. Scuzzy Jr. detects nothing untoward in its sensor sweeps, and you allow yourself to take a deep breath. As Ramadi keys the hatch access, Kamula slides through the doorway, lancejet at the ready. Scuzzy Jr. zips over his shoulder, scanning the bay. The docking bay is a small one, housing a small cluster of squat shuttles, one of which is currently in pre-flight checks, engines thrumming at a low cycle. Longshoremechs trundle here and there, carrying stasis crates and pushing repulsor pallets laden with cargo. "Bay 43-j," you say, turning toward Taliro, "as promised, so delivered. Let's get you on that ship." Taliro waves happily to the maintenance tech detaching a fueling hose from the fuselage of the shuttle. The tech ignores him entirely, and the supervisor behind him merely raises a brow and goes back to reading the checklist on his scriv. "As Promised, So Delivered will make an excellent chapter title for my memoirs," Taliro crows cheerfully, mood undampened by the rebuff. "Do you mind if I use it?" "Knock yourself out," you reply, "For what you're paying, we--"  Your crew is well-attuned to your responses, and everyone tenses as you cut off. Scuzzy Jr.'s advanced sensors detect a weapon charging up, and that split-moment warning is all you get. In your visor overlay, you see a red outline blink into existence around a figure kneeling atop a cargo lift across the bay. Your droneswarm reflexively floods out of your shoulder vents as you begin to dash to cover. Kamula and Scuzzy train their weapons at the sniper as you shout out his position, but you know in your circuits he'll get a shot off before they do. The Verdugar's particle rifle lets out a short, electronic bark. Who does your swarm protect? A. Kamula. B. Vare. C. Myself. D. Taliro. E. Ramadi. F. Stretch it to two people; they must be adjacent (see the image), and this will attenuate the swarm's effectiveness. G. Stretch it to three people; they must be adjacent (see the image), and this will drastically attenuate the swarm's effectiveness. H. Stretch it to two non-adjacent people; this will drastically attenuate the swarm's effectiveness.
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D Protect the paycheck! The sniper doesn't have a reason to shoot anyone else. Probably.
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NastyToes posted:D
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NastyToes posted:D Yeah, everyone else has instincts or armour or something to protect them. The pay packet has sweet eff aye. Also he's the pay packet.
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NastyToes posted:D Yeah let's do that. We're overdue for a tragic something something maiming/last words scene anyway if we gently caress it up.
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D Do the job. Get paid. Buy friend super fancy casket. Go nuts with guilt. Start talking exclusively to drones. Suffer from liver failure. Get more robo parts. Actually let's just stop at step two there.
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NastyToes posted:D Bingo Bongo! Anyone else wonder if the Paycheck took out a contract on his own life, just to spice things up?
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We should probably start a list of People Who Want Us Dead at some point, and get to trimming it. We stay solvent by hocking all their poo poo at ridiculously reasonable prices to bushy-tailed bright eyed youngster outlaws and thus also begin building a power base of People Who Owe Us.
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Not Alex posted:Do the job. Get paid. Buy friend super fancy casket. Go nuts with guilt. Start talking exclusively to drones. Suffer from liver failure. Get more robo parts.
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DBlasphemaster posted:We stay solvent by hocking all their poo poo at ridiculously reasonable prices to bushy-tailed bright eyed youngster outlaws and thus also begin building a power base of People Who Owe Us.
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HBar posted:D Small risks.
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HBar posted:D Teeth, pah. Body parts can be replaced. Underworld clout isn't something you can just buy. Update should be Tuesday, incidentally,
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 Once more, your control cortex responds before your thinking meat can process. Before you can register that Ymirez is even there, let alone pulling the trigger on a particle sniper, the swarm of tiny machines is billowing out of vents in your shoulders, spreading into a convex barrier in front of Taliro. A fraction of an instant before the sound of the rifle's discharge hits your ears, the bolt of accelerated helium strikes the shield. The barrier erupts into violent ripples as it dissipates the energy, spent drones falling in sheets to the ground like fine sand. Even as this display is taking place, Scuzzy Jr. is firing its laser into the sniper's nest, followed only briefly thereafter by Kamula's rocket darts. Ymirez, however, has already abandoned his weapon, executing a side roll to safety. Scuzzy Jr. hums upward, swiftly gaining altitude for a better shot, while Kamula dashes toward the cargo lift. "But...I must...this spectacle," protests Taliro plaintively as Ramadi struggles to drag the heavy suited figure to the shuttle. "Reeg'll forward you the drone feed," Ramadi groans, feet sliding on the decks as she struggles against the Ropilio's awkward weight. Your drone swarm is at 20% after blocking that shot. Keep it covering Taliro, or recall it? A.Leave it; it won't stop a sniper, but it might prevent a lesser blow or a lucky graze from turning disastrous. B. Recall it; you might need it to affect a near-miss, or as clutch pocket sand. C. [Nanosynthesis] Manufacture more drones. Meat is replaceable, and you need your swarm at full now.  Kamula barks a warning as Ymirez unexpectedly leaps from his cover, casting a scatter of small metallic spheres to the decks beneath him that immediately disgorge great clouds of hot smoke. Your crew casts about in disorientation, and even Scuzzy's redoubtable scanners are having great difficulty tracking targets in this soup. The Verdugar lands with a heavy thump in the midst of the cloud, and Kamula's green outline moves to intercept the noise, engaging his thermablade as he moves. You carefully advance, guided only by the limited overlay Scuzzy Jr. can provide, pulser sweeping in front of you. You begin to reach for your shield actuator, but suddenly realize that the heightened awareness of your cybernetics you're experiencing also extends to the shield emitters in your shoulders. You could cycle your shield with a thought. Even as you ponder this new development, you hear the thrum of repulsors, and the crackle of a shield activation from within the cloud. Smoke billows away as Ymirez rockets forward, a massive shielded projectile propelled by the microjets in his armor.  Kamula, realizing an instant too late that his blade will do little, attempts to dive away, but is struck sidelong by the charging Verdugar in a great, smoke-clearing shockwave. The cyborg hurtles, ragdoll-like, away from the impact, slamming heavily into the wall and crumpling to the ground in a heap. Ymirez lands in a three-point stance and rises, shield flickering to nothing as he raises a wrist-mounted weapon of some kind (flechette burster, Scuzzy's scanners inform you) to bear on the fallen Kamula. "K," you cry, talons blazing to life as you close the distance to the Verdugar in an instant and leap for a killing stroke. Ymirez whirls, heavy tail lashing down toward you in a scything arc that you have no hope to avoid. You don't consciously notice the saw-like line of reciprocating plasma cutters that burn along the length of that great club, but you reflexively activate your shield nonetheless. His tail strikes the shimmering globe of your shield with a crackling impact, hurling both you and he to the ground.  "You're actually going to make me work for this," he snarls with a mixture of disgust and wry humor, drawing and activating a thermablade with one smooth motion of his free hand. What's the play here, Regal Kore? D. Someone's getting zeroed today, and it's not you. Use every weapon and dirty trick in your arsenal to slot this sleeb. E. You have (barely) the presence of mind to recall that killing this guy might cause big trouble for you down the line. Fight defensively and buy time for Taliro to get away. F. This has gotten very tense. Apply banter to affected area. G. [Nanosynthesis] You have weapons beyond this shoddily-augmented reptile's ken. Use them. The crimson lance of Scuzzy Jr's laser slices down toward the Verdugar, who reacts with what must be computer-assisted haste. He flourishes his cape, and the beam scatters harmlessly when it strikes the outlandish garment; obviously woven through with blaster-baffling. Ymirez sneers with entirely too many teeth and circles toward you, blade and burster waving hypnotically. How can Scuzzy Jr. best help, here? H. Keep firing. With him engaged, Scuzzy will be able to get a shot through eventually. I. Cloak and wait for one good shot. J. Withdraw and help Ramadi get Taliro on board safely; we don't want any more surprises. K. If Ymirez is augmented, Scuzzy might be able to crack his 'ware, or at least introduce something to give you an advantage. L. [Nanosynthesis] Fight as one; the hand does not ask the mind how to strike. M. This custom subroutine: ______________________________. Bee Bonk fucked around with this message at 22:42 on Jul 5, 2016 |
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BFL B- Gonna need this for some trick down the line F- Get this sleeb talking L- Release a cloud of microbots and coalesce them into a coherent tube in the area where the Ymirez's shield will form. Once they intersects that plane have Skuzzy thread the needle with a laser. Aim low for a leg. The idea is exploit whatever computer assistance is boosting his reflexes. The microbots are probably too low energy to register as a weapon to the expert system. Skuzzy's laser charging up will register but the shot should be too low to deflect with the cape. So the shield will kick on but will be donut-ed by the microbots. Bam, he used to be an adventurer until he took a laser to the knee. Probably requires a little nanosynthesis for the coordination. Not Alex fucked around with this message at 16:13 on Jul 5, 2016 |
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CGK: Glory to the True Flesh.
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BDH Live in the present, the future isn't a problem but right now we could get scragged, and we'll get a great Rep as dudes not to gently caress with. Wear him down with everything, three entities against one. Pew Pew Pew with constant lazers and disperse our last handful of drone dust in his face to blind while we slash him up with our talons. Something will get through or one of our mates will blast him when he doesn't expect it.
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Tran posted:CGK: Glory to the True Flesh. Really anything that processes the information is the True Flesh but gently caress it Plan Tran
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