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Update: I've identified that the people here are (generally) terrified of 'the destroyers,' and I don't seem to be one. At this time, I hypothesize these 'destroyers' have something to do with my original mission, but that's still a wide net to cast. It's all I've got to go on; I don't have any other observations or interactions with the 'destroyers.' Not many clues yet. It seems pretty clear that whatever this patch on my arm is, it doesn't have much meaning anymore. I suppose that's a clue in and of itself? Probably a secret mission, or...something went very wrong. gently caress. Update: I've spent some time talking to a woman named L'nai; she runs some sort of fabric or clothing trade post. I haven't really grasped the economy of this area (though it seems somewhat primitive, which, gently caress), but the fact that there's mental space and a need for things beyond weapons and food is a good indicator that civilization of some sort is functioning. But, gently caress. Captain Foo fucked around with this message at 16:33 on Jan 28, 2019 |
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Lombardi I've got to investigate this reading. I reach for the control pad of the system. So far, it seems like I've got a pretty robust set of sensor systems, but I keep only finding out about them once they alert on something or other. Anyway, I silence the alarm, but using the the controls is actually slightly awkward when it's not on my forearm. "I've got to investigate this reading," I explain to L'nai, "Unfortunately, I have to do it tonight." Alpha will kill us all dead, and fast, if it's a gaseous source or otherwise readily internalizable. Why do I remember that? Then there's the pounding, and the noise. I glance upwards as I start pulling my gear back on. "Annoying, yes," I agree, "but is it about to be your problem?" I don't want it to be her problem. "I don't want it to be your problem. I can handle it." I'm confident in that, at the least. "If it needs to be handled. Least I can do to thank you, right now."
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Zero 0:00 | 2-Armor | XP ○○○○○» | 2-Barter  That... Thing I saw last night was strange. It was covered in metal, like someone in armor, but it was too big to be a person. Too small to be a Destroyer, though. It was almost like a vehicle, but shaped like a human. And it was armed with one of the biggest guns I've ever seen. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I told Corvi about it anyway. It's her territory the thing was in, so it'll be her problem if she doesn't believe me. It ignored me last night, but that doesn't mean it's peaceful. Now, though, we have something more pressing to worry about. Dakota and Attache are here with the goods, but they brought some extras. Not surprising, but it could be them plotting something rather than them being cautious. I stride forward, rifle slung behind my left shoulder, grenade launcher hanging at my right side. I'm reminded that I need a new sidearm; that'll be the first thing I look into when I'm back at the Works or Stockards. I pull my voice out of my belt, pressing it to my neck. "Mission accomplished," I say, glancing over the group, trying to read their expressions and postures, gauging if they're here to fight or not. "Worried about something? You brought company." I keep an eye out behind my mask, watching for them to do anything suspicious. There's quite a few extras here; they outnumber Corvi and me by over four to one. Not great odds. If they do intend to double-cross us, they should have brought more men. Zero (Roland Jones) - Today at 6:12 PM /r 2d6+1 #Read a person SidekickBOT - Today at 6:12 PM @Zero (Roland Jones): 2d6+1 Read a person = (4+5)+1 = 10 Holding three, spending one to ask, "What does Dakota intend to do?" quote:The Gunlugger
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Spec. Lombardi Relief spreads across L’nai’s face, but she shakes her head. “Lord Dremmer, he has… bad blood. Those of us with… good blood are required to… give him some when he needs.” She pulls up the flowing fabric of her sleeve to show you several puckered scars in the crook of her elbow. “The… process hurts, but I will be safe for the next… season.” She motions towards upstairs, and then holds her thumb and forefinger a few inches apart. “Tommiboy just has littledik brains, he’s an rear end to everyone. It would be nice to see him laid out, but that would cause problems with you and Lord Dremmer.” She looks down, smiling to herself. “T-thanks for offering though.” Melody The shuffling noise grows louder, and a figure appears in the doorway bearing a tray. Her face is mostly veiled, but you recognize the visible scars and her hunched posture. The nameless bone-picker shuffles over with the tray of bread and beer in front of her, a rictus of a smile twisting the undamaged portion of her face. “Greets to you Songstress, I bring you yummies. If you promise not to melt thisun’s brainmeats, I can be giving it to you.” She wiggles the tray at you, your stomach telling you its been a while since you’ve eaten. Zero Dakota’s reedy laugh echoes oddly in this cul-de-sac formed by E’kidnaw’s claws. “Ahh, such pertinent questions. That’s why I enjoy working with the two of you. No trouble, at least not for you. It seems that my bizness ‘sociates think I went off the rail with this last job, so I get a bit of a leash. They’re here to make sure I just pay you for a job well done, and not escalate certain issues. Speaking of which-” They pat Attache on one well-defined bicep, and the assistant opens up the crate and reveals the contents. “So a set of lux long-lookers for Madame Corvi, and whatever-the-hell a clutchplate is for Monsieur Zero. Additionally, you’ll find that you have passes to the Inner Market for the next year.” Dakota leans forwards and stage-whispers conspiratorially. “I think that’s the part that got Dragon’s balls twisted, he doesn’t like letting go of those passes.” The ruffbois stir at sound of Dragon’s name and look displeased. (-Dakota intends to do business with you, straight-up) Corvi You listen with half an ear as you set up the bones, but the situation doesn’t immediately erupt into violence so it can’t be that interesting. And now something else requires your attention as the discussion and the bones fade, drowned out by the flapping of wings. The murder carries you up into the howling tempest of the EndSong, its cries beating back the worst of the maelstrom. From these gaps spurt knowledge, knowledge of The Hunter. A hello will within a will, can you hear me?it stalks the valley. And the best way to find a Hunter? be careful Corvi Find its prey. SKADI As the combat systems activate, you start to see a more detailed view of what’s happening. Maybe a dozen movement signatures, but the foliage and undergrowth is hiding their exact numbers. But something strikes you about the pattern. Always movement in pairs, on the opposite sides of your field of view. The best way to surround a larger opponent. And the bulky ends of their spears look perfect to contain crude explosives. Recorded Message posted:Smart girl, you may just survive your first week. Listen. I have to go, this is tiring for me. But when you find Lombardi, tell her that I… I… poo poo Armstrong Goldie rolls her eyes, and you hear Shade murmur something about ‘the foibles of youth’. Taking a look around the doorframe into the mess reveals a punch-up in progress. It seems to be good-natured, with more shouting and pushing than serious blows. The main attraction seems to be Fair Dinkum and Two-Ton, the rival crew-chiefs that are currently swinging each other around by their shirts. Its looking good for Goldie to have some fun when something tickles the back of your brain. Two-Ton’s boy Tazerface isn’t hooting and brawling like the rest. He’s moving towards the main attraction with a fraught look in his eye, and something in his hand. Can’t tell if its a knife or little plink-shooter from here, but its definitely not a happy thing. (-Tazerface is up to no good)
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Spc. Lombardi I get what she's saying, with regards to blood, but I don't get it. At all. I give L'nai that look I'm sure I've given her a dozen times already and I let it pass. I'll get to the bottom of it soon enough, and besides, it seems like a season's worth of protection is a decent amount. "All right, have it your way," I reply with a light smile. Pulling on the last of my gear, I make sure the alarm is still silence. "Get some rest, L'Nai. I might be out late. Thanks again for your hospitality." I head to the door, and then point upwards. "What an rear end." Then I slip quietly out the door. Glancing towards the radiation sensor, I take the long way around the building, where I can see Tommiboy still pounding on the door. "Tommiboy, it's too late for business." I don't really break stride or even look at him as I walk slowly past. "Come back tomorrow. It's rude, people are trying to sleep."
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Zero 0:00 | 2-Armor | XP ○○○○○» | 2-Barter I nod at Dakota's words. "A pleasure doing business with you, then," I say. "Is there anything else you need, or is that it for now?" If I'm going to be going to the Stockards Inner Market, I could use some more jingle; I doubt the things worth buying there will be cheap. Besides, Dakota seems to have a talent for getting into trouble. Spending another hold to ask "What does Dakota wish I'd do?" because I have the hold and don't know what to do with it anyway.
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Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp+1 Weird-2 | 0:00 Harm | 3:00 Food | Hunger ○○○ | 2-Armor | XP ●○○○○» | 0-Barter Power+3 Agility+2 Massive=2 | 0:00 Damage | 3:00 Charge | 0:00 Ammo poo poo. What the hell was that? The ground gave way? Earth is a strange place. I thought I could at least trust rock and dirt. And that klaxon and warning hammer my senses. I need to get out of this killing zone, right now. The actuators whine as I push them to their limits, getting my jack back on its feet and moving towards the opening. Maybe there's another security system waiting there, but I should be able to get inside the firing arc of whatever the defenses have available. Should. @SKADI (Gorbash): 2d6+1 do something under fire = (3+3)+1 = 7 Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 00:30 on Jan 1, 2018 |
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Spec. Lombardi The stupid rear end in a top hat actually sizes up the 15-foot drop to the overgrown pavement, but thinks better of it. “When Dremmer hears about this bitch, you’re dead! And I’m going to put your head on my wall and gently caress your skull-holes! With a few more snarled curses that make no sense to you, Tommiboy turns and heads back over the wall into the ‘Preserves’. A few folks that were out and about give you speculative looks, and then continue their business. Your monitor beeps and a subwindow opens up to display some text: Radioisotope signature matches Mark 7 Nuclear Reactor (Geodyne Systems). More data required for distance and criticality estimates And that damned klaxon is still going off, and... is that gunfire too? Melody The bonepicker pauses, possibly blushing. “I-I lost my name Songstress M-Melody, when Folly-folk took my people. The Raven-Goddess calls me Heyou if that would please your lips.” She looks away, obviously mulling something. “I-I do not claim to have perfect knowing of The Metal, but I trust that Glorifikus’ heart is with those Mother Rust has wronged. But I think your heart is pure, and I will make sure you are treated well.” (-She is using 1-hold to act as your eyes and ears) Zero (Exchange of harm: 5-harm AP/2-armor vs 2-harm/1-armor. Zero is fine, ruffbois are salsa) The ruffbois were ready for something, but that something was not some fucker unloading with explosives. Those that survive the first grenade are knocked over by its concussion, and easy picking for the second. Corvi seems to be joining in on the fun too, and Dakota kicks Big-shoulders into the second blast. For a few moments there’s only the echoes and a quiet discussion between Corvi and Attache, then Dakota claps their hands and giggles. “Bravo, bra-vo! Such beautiful music. Terricloth thought she had me backed into a corner, but you certainly showed her, didn’t you? I might be old, but you can’t go to sleep if you want to get up early enough to take my seat at the table!” They hop off of the tailgate and toss a small object to you. “Keys to yon wagon, with my thanks. I’ve got a zoomer hid around the bend, the better to make my escape.” They look down at the pile that is Attache and Corvi. “Are you coming with me my boy, or are you taking your life in your hands?” Corvi (Exchange of harm: 4-harm/2-armor vs 2-harm/1-armor. Corvi is fine, ruffboi is bleeding out) In the sudden silence after the explosions, there’s only the death gurgle of the ruffboi and Attache’s low chuckle. “I try, but you inspire me to greater heights. How many can say the Queen of the Bonefields thought they were worth saving?” You hear Dakota interject themself into the discussion, and Attache gives you a well? look. SKADI The suit’s servos whine with the strain, but you unwrap yourself from the Hilux and dart to the door. Just in time too, as hidden machine guns open fire, shredding the transport. Unfortunately, now that you are within the opening, you can see the obstruction that was hidden in the shadows. The blockage before you is massive, reminding you of the hanger bay doors back on the Olympos. You think you should be able to force it open, but it will take time. Time you’re not sure you have, as you see your pursuers cautiously emerge from the woods. (-a worse result: there is still a physical barrier to overcome, and the Huntsmen haven’t given up.) Armstrong You can see Goldie smile at you through the crowd, does she prod you like this alot? Anyways, there is a collective shuffling of feet and embarrassed coughing from the scrappers. Two-Ton looks at a couple of her boys, and they shrug. She purses her lips, not happy. “Sorry about that Armstrong, Fair. I mean Fair’s crew totes beefed us, but it wasn’t worth sticking someone over.” There’s some rumbles from Fair’s people, but she silences them with a look. “We’ll take Tazerface away, relearn him a bit. We cool?” Tazerface’s blade is obviously homemade, the handle chopped from a grippy. The blade is odd, sharp but with a dull sheen. You feel a faint heat from it, but it doesn’t show signs of having been pulled from a fire. PoultryGeist fucked around with this message at 01:03 on Dec 12, 2017 |
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Spc. Lombardi "I don't give a gently caress, Tommiboy," I say not really loud enough for him to hear, but maybe loud enough for someone else to hear as I head out of Woodhold proper. Glancing at the readout, I'm forced to ponder. This gear has signatures for a number of things, I'm sure. Why would it only have one? Anyway, that doesn't answer the question of what a Geodyne reactor is...wonder if it's got anything to do with those klaxons? Or do the klaxons have to do with the gunfire? My pace picks up. It's not always smart to run towards the sound of guns, but, poo poo. I bet all of this poo poo has to do with the fact that I'm out of Stasis, right? A check to the sensor. The phrase 'automated defense systems' is running through my head. The Stasis facility has automated defense systems. And someone's just triggered them.
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Zero 0:00 | 2-Armor | XP ●○○○○» | 2-Barter Catching the keys, I give Dakota and Corvi a thumbs up, both of my hands too occupied to speak between the keys and my gun. More than satisfactory payment; I've been down a working vehicle since I collected Char's head, and even if Dakota's truck turns out to be a piece of junk it'll use less gas than the RV would if it were repaired. Nothing compared to my old Pursuit, but it'll do; even if it breaks down tomorrow, it can be salvaged for parts towards that goal and to barter, so it was well worth the two grenades. While I wait for the others to finish what they're doing and get off of my new truck, I pocket the keys and walk over to what's left of Terricloth's ruffbois. As long as I'm replacing things I have a habit of... Losing, I may as well see if I can scavenge a sidearm or two off of them. They were armed for poo poo, but even a 9mm would be acceptable. I just need a gun I can fire indoors without bringing the roof down on top of me. Anything fancier, I'll need to look somewhere other than the smoking remains of people who get jobs like watching an old coot like Dakota. Which, I do have that token for access to the inner markets at Stockards now. I'll need to get some more jingle first, but I wouldn't mind seeing what kind of heat Dragon's halls have to offer.
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Cool=0 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp-1 Weird+1 0:00 | 2-Armor | XP 2/5 | 2-Barter I let go of Attache unceremoniously. "The crow only wants her shiny bauble." I hold out my hand for the upgrade. "Give it. It should be good for finding that metal beast. It will probably be at the tall boys, another graveyard, and the more I can eagle eye from away the better." I think for a moment. "Suppose I could use a ride too if anyone is heading that way."
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Zero 0:00 | 2-Armor | XP ●○○○○» | 2-Barter Not looking up from the ruffboi chunks I'm searching for goods, I chime in. "I can help there." I don't have any particular work at the moment, and Woodhold's as good a place to look as any. Besides, I'm also curious about that thing; it wasn't like anything else I've seen before. I have a feeling that, whatever it is, it's going to cause a commotion if or when it makes its way to one of the settlements. It's been a while since there was real chaos here in the valley, so we're due for some trouble. Finding a couple of intact pistols, I wipe them off with my coat, then stick one in my belt. Standing up, I hold the other one out to Corvi as I walk over. I don't know if she's a gun person, but I figure if we're going to be hunting together a while longer, I may as well offer.
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Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp+1 Weird-2 | 0:00 Harm | 3:00 Food | Hunger ○○○ | 2-Armor | XP ●○○○○» | 0-Barter Power+3 Agility+2 Massive=2 | 0:00 Damage | 3:00 Charge | 3:00 Ammo This gets better and better. I plant my back to the door and level the autocannon. This is a good a place to make a stand as any, I suppose. Maybe better than most, considering they have to cross that killing ground to get at me. I watch for the glowing white shapes of targets to coalesce in the bluish field of my sensor enhanced vision. However far these revenants have fallen, I will not take their threat lightly. I will show them what it means to face one of the chosen. @SKADI (Gorbash): 2d6+2 Defend Something You Hold (Position) = (2+2)+2 = 6 • You hold it decisively against your enemy’s advance Weapon is 20mm autocannon (6-harm far area messy). Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 00:30 on Jan 1, 2018 |
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Cool 0 | Hard +1 | Hot +2 | Sharp +1 | Weird -1 Harm: 0:00 | XP: 1/5 | 1-Armor | 1-Barter "You're cool with me. You guys have anything else to settle, that's on your time. Anyone care to explain this, or is this Tazerface's piece?" I don't quite know enough weapon tech to have any idea what this thing is, but warmth without a source is an interesting problem. If Two-Ton's folk don't claim it, maybe I can pawn it to someone down the line. If they do... well, more sign I'm playing fair and clean with them, right?
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Hard +1 | Cool +1 | Hot +2 | Sharp +1 | Weird -2 Harm 0:00 | Experience: 1/5 | 2-barter Hm. It sounds like she really believes in this Glorifikus. I should get a little more out of her while she's still here. "Heyou, would you mind telling me a little more about this Glorifikus? What kind of man is he? And what did Mother Rust do to wrong your people? Oh, and," I pause to take a quick look around the room, "Would you also mind telling me where I am, exactly?"
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Spec. Lombardi You head towards the gunfire in a double-time jog that eats the distance. The land between Woodhold and Stasis(the Tallboys?) is criss-crossed with shattered pavement, broken up by trees and concrete ruins. The gunfire slows and stops, just in time for you to be nearly run over by a group of Woodholders panic-sprinting from the direction your headed. Screams of ‘Titan!’ are their only response to questions. Your NBC monitor has been dutifully taking recordings, and shows upticks in readings every 98 seconds before dropping back down to background. You’re just about to clear the last large structure before the Tallboys(Stasis?) when the gunfire starts up again, mixed with explosions. And then you hear the sound of God’s own lawnmower. Battle. It doesn’t last long, but its familiar cacophony stirs up half-remembered instincts. Melody The bonepicker’s smile returns. “I am a poor Singer, but I would be honored to Sing his Song to you. He’s a Lead of the Iron Choir, second only to Mother Rust. It was he that discovered the lost Album of Roth while on pilgrimage, prostrating before the Five Venues. Upon his return, he saw how mired Mother Rust had become, selling out to those that desired the Holy Pyros and silencing the other Leads. He alone stands up to her, and Oderus willing, he shall defeat her in the Rokoff.” She leans in, whispering conspiratorially. “But it was I that found this safety for him, buried on the edge of the Raven-Goddess’ territory. We will be safe here, the door bore the great rune HAZMAT.” There’s a thump from the doorway, a large man resting his axe against the jamb. His stare sweeps over you and settles on your companion. Woman, if the Songstress has been tended to you have other duties. The luxe will be arriving soon and Glorifikus wants them treated well.” Heyou bows and give your hand a squeeze before collecting the tray and moving to the door. Zero and Corvi Disappointment covers Attache’s face as he finishes the handover of the payment, and Dakota continues to laugh at him as they set off to the hidden vehicle. The junkwagon starts rough, but the engine settles down quickly. It takes the broken ground of the Bonefields easily, and you’re soon making good time. Zero, how’s the driving in the Bonefields, anything to be worried about? And Corvi, have you ever visited the Tallboys before? The one luxe thing about the junkwagon is its radio, a large mast feeding into a console pristine enough to still be flashing 12:00. The tuneage from Swamp Ash Radio comes in loud and clear, at least at the start. A few minutes after clearing the Bonefields, it starts to crackle and break up, and is replaced by a woman’s velvety voice. “Ahhh, Dakota you old bag, my scannermajig here is saying you’re alot lighter than you should be. You haven’t ditched my boyos have you? If I don’t hear from Davis toot sweet that everything is green with you and the deal, I’m gonna be pressing this nice red button that says ‘Boom’. So I recommend getting him to give me a holler, yeah?” SKADI Recorded Message posted:You should be dead. In the end its the facility’s defenses that save you, keeping them from swarming you. Well, the defenses and your autocannon. Cover and dexterity can only do so much against a blanket of 20mm fire. The Huntsmen may have been able to damage you suit, but you doubt any will be able to walk away from this fire-fight. (Exchange of harm: Huntsmen (small gang so 3-harm/2armor) vs. SKADI (6-harm/2armor). Walking suit suffers 1-harm and is ok, Huntsmen suffer 4-harm and are mostly dead/dying and are in no condition to continue the assault. As they were using explosives, Artemis needs to roll harm(with +0 harm)) Armstrong There’s another round of shrugs and head-shakes. You’re not sure if its genuine ignorance or if the crews just don’t want to risk antagonizing you/Goldie. Either way, looks like the knife is now yours. Under Goldie’s eye the mess is straightened up and a light chatter starts up again. There’s a light hand on your arm. Shade, you’d almost forgotten about her. “I wouldn’t hold that too close Armstrong, and you’ll want to keep it in a lead box.” Her voice is low and urgent. “Its nukium, taken from a demon core. If the edge doesn’t get you, its poisons will.” Her hand squeezes tighter. “Is there somewhere we can talk, alone? I didn’t want to say anything yet but it looks like poo poo is moving faster than we thought.
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Cool=0 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp-1 Weird+1 0:00 | 2-Armor | XP 2/5 | 2-Barter This will be my first time in the Tallboys. Never hear about the good loot there. Only the people not coming back. So I never found a reason to go. Suppose there must be good stuff there, with all the over equipped fools dying there. But that's a maybe that wasn't worth testing. "...Unsurprising," I snort with my arms folded. "Well. Is this a two way? Should we tell her anything? ...Maybe more work?" I can think of one job the woman might have concerning a pair of birds that flew the coup.
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SKADI Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp+1 Weird-2 | 0:00 Harm | 3:00 Food | Hunger ○○○ | 2-Armor | XP ●○○○○» | 0-Barter Power+3 Agility+2 Massive=2 | 3:00 Damage | 3:00 Charge | 3:00 Ammo Whatever the revenants were expecting, it wasn't me. My gun rips them apart as they try to press the attack, and the automated defenses add to the slaughter. Their explosives must have been made for killing titans though, because they're more than strong enough to damage my jack and to buffet me inside of it. @SKADI (Gorbash): 2d6+0 harm = (6+6)+0 = 12
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Zero and Corvi So Corvi, how hitech was Titan and His army? I mean thanks to Armstrong radios are a known quantity, but how deep is your knowing? Zero, a quick look under the dash and seat reveals a whole bunch of wires, but at least some of them look out of place from the general rat’s nest. A bit newer, and as far as you know nothing inside the bench seat requires electricity. Unless Dakota has reinvented heated seats, but then he’d be a god instead of a wildcat fixer. SKADI Damage report comes back fairly clean, except for the servos in Heracles’ legs. They aren’t out of commission, but having to reboot/activation-cycle them means you’re going to be off-balance and barely mobile for a few minutes. And while trying to speed up the process you accidentally close out a HUD warning before you can read it. But really, this far from any active plates, how important could a seismograph warning be? (I choose 2 from the 7–9 list: You lose your footing and You miss noticing something important..)
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Spc. Lombardi Grenades, panicked locals, gunfire, and is that a CIWS? That's got to be the defenses activating, would explain the klaxon. The defenses? The klaxon? The Siren's Gate? The pieces are starting to come together. It's me. It's the facility. But what's a Titan? That's the missing piece, but I bet it's got something to do with this reactor. Is something trying to breach the gates? gently caress! I've got to see what the hell is going on.
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Cool 0 | Hard +1 | Hot +2 | Sharp +1 | Weird -1 Harm: 0:00 | XP: 1/5 | 1-Armor | 1-Barter poo poo. poo poo. I was worried it was going to be something like that, some oldtech thing that's now a deathtrap, and I just nod to Shade as I hustle back inside the Bunker, hoping she follows me. There's a heavy box inside one of the store rooms that I think is lead-lined, and I beeline there and shove it inside as soon as I can manage, latching it behind me. "Guess I gotta throw that out in the wastes somewhere next time I'm out." I glance back to Shade, realizing I may be talking to myself, but continue as long as she's there. "Okay, talk to me. Please?"
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Spec. Lombardi As you inch around cover, you at last get a good look at the area that has recently become a battlefield. And yes, you’ve been here before, your path to and from Stasis lay to the north, along the tree-line. But the open land you saw to the south has been transformed, its isolated trees and concrete structures shredded by weapons fire. Floods push back the encroaching night, illuminating the the bodies and wreckage. And in the shadows of the opening (Siren’s Gate? Main Vehicle Entrance?), an immense humanoid figure is braced against the metal of the bulkhead-gate. Easily four meters tall, its clad in metal and hefting a gun normally seen on a vehicle mount. Distracted as you are by this sight, a strong hand clamps on your lower leg. A man, clad in deerskins and antlers like the bodies strewn about, lays slumped against a wall-remnant. His other arm hangs useless, shattered by bullets. “Its no Destroyer, L’nai’s Fool, its Titan returned to avenge himself. You must go warn Dremmer, our Lord must make ready!” The man shifts his grip to a large-headed spear and leverages himself up with a groan. “Go woman! I will distract him!” Armstrong Shade settles down on an old crate and sighs. “You may not want to get rid of it for good, could be useful. Just, you know, not something to keep on your belt.” She pauses for a bit before continuing. “Upfront, there’s going to be alot of things I’m not telling you. Can’t tell you. I shouldn’t even go as far as I’m going, but it looks like the General is pushing up the timetable. So. Let’s just say that I’m a member of an enclave of folks that have access to pre-Fall knowledge. Not like all of it, but enough to help things not be so lovely. Only, we’re having a bit of a difference of opinion. A sizeable fraction of us have come to the conclusion that things have to finish collapsing, all the way back to the Stone Age before the Destroyers will be satisfied and leave. They were voted down, but there’s evidence that they’re acting on their own. Striking out secretly at the bastions of civilization. And don’t take this the wrong way Armstrong, but your operation is a pretty soft target. I don’t have details, but I’m pretty sure Crompton’s going to be back in a few days, and he’s gonna have some new toys.” Corvi There’s a bit of a pause, a slight crackle and Zero’s shifting around the only noise. “Well you’re not Davis, though I’m not complaining much ‘cause Davis has a voice made for pictures. But that’s the wrong question my little honey-voice. All you needs to know is that I’m the one that can inboominate the piece of poo poo you’re in. The important question is who are you and what’s happened to my boys?”
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