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Spectre --:-- Harm | 0-armor | 0/10 XP | 5 Cred I respond to Profit's disappointed sigh as she turns around from the cabinet by mouthing a dejected 'I know' and nod my head to the cheap bottle of booze sitting on the table. "Great, back to Luna already. Didn't work my rear end off to get away from there or anything," my turn to sigh. "Let's do it."
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Spectre --:-- Harm | 0-armor | 0/10 XP | I lean back in my chair and level a blank stare at Profit. "Yeah, I've got a question for you. Did you really think it was a good idea to take the liberty to sign us all up on a job in JSS space at this particular moment in time?" I let the question hang in the air for a moment as I finish my drink, then I crack a smile. "Because I do. No offense Mahren but this boat of yours sucks when it comes to entertainment and your hooch is abysmal. A little something to keep us occupied and fill our pockets sounds perfect." Staking 2 creds on this mission.
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Spectre --:-- Harm | 0-armor | 1/10 XP | 3 Cred "Flores, you mind cutting that poo poo off for a minute? I think I'm still coming down from the trip over." I wave the smoke out of my eyes and take a look at the deck plan. Now that's a big loving hauler, no way they have enough people to keep that thing even remotely secure. If I can just get in it'll be a piece of cake to wreak some havoc. Still, there's something about this op that just feels wrong... "Fedor, got any ideas why your old murder buddy would decide to fake his own death to go run SmartFood shipments for four years? Seems like an odd career choice." During the ride over Spectre's gonna sober up, do some weapons maintenance and get a bit more acquainted with his new toy. For some reason JSS didn't supply him with an instruction manual.
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Spectre --:-- Harm | 0-armor | 1/10 XP | 3 Cred I flip open my carton of Marlboro-WHO Emerald Boron and find it just as empty as when I last checked, I give off a disgruntled grumble and crumple it together in my coat pocket. "Whether we can trust Amardeep or not, the intel he's got for us is either bad or outdated. The obvious solution is to gather some of our own. When we get a bit closer I'll scout out ahead in the Wraith, pick up some sensor readings to see what we're dealing with, then we can hash out the details of our attack plan."
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Spectre --:-- Harm | 0-armor | 1/10 XP | 3 Cred I strap myself into the seat of the Wraith and begin the short start-up sequence. Let's see... Battery toggle to PWR, flick the inverter switch, auxiliary power unit on, engine boot up sequence... There's a soft thrum as the fusion core comes alive and with it the displays start outputting diagnostics data in a dull amber light. Reactor online, life-support online, sensors online, weapons online, all systems nominal. The tactical HUD lights up and the controls are released, I'm good to go. With a gentle touch I fire the rear thrusters but instead of moving forward I can only hear the groan of metal. Uh, poo poo. I look down at the holographic display to my left and disengage the maglocks. Seems like JSS didn't get around to adding a warning for that, huh. Can't say I'll be holding my breath to get my hands on a firmware update anytime soon though. Not with how I put a brand new hole in the lead code monkey's head. Let's try that again. "Spectre heading out." This time the Wraith glides smoothly out of the Obsidian Lance's cargo bay and deftly maneuvers towards the derelict vessel. I toggle stealth mode on and set my sensors to passive as I make my approach, if there's anyone or anything lurking here they're going to have one hell of a time to spot me at all, let alone before I notice them. Covert Entry: 2d6+2 10 Gain 3 hold. Assess: 2d6+1 9 What potential complication do I need to be wary of? Sockerbagarn fucked around with this message at 01:28 on Apr 30, 2016 |
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Spectre --:-- Harm | 0-armor | 1/10 XP | 3 Cred "Corrido, Spectre, initial recon pass complete. Looks like someone has left us a few presents, stand by." I bring up the 3D model of the Hilsa on my HUD and set it to slowly rotate. I've marked the numerous sensor nodes with small yellow triangles and the Point Defense Cannon with a large red diamond. I reach down to the comm panel and transmit the targeting data to Ying and Fedor. "Be advised, the Point Defense Cannon is live. There's also several sensors scattered about the exterior of the ship. Give me two minutes." If I can strike everything at once I should be able to get in relatively easily. The electronic warfare suite can easily take care of those flimsy sensors for good, but the point defense looks hardened. I maneuver the Wraith in position above the large hole in the Hilsa's hull and take a deep breath. Here we go. With the press of a button I hit the Hilsa with a short wide spectrum jamming field, overloading the sensors and forcing the PDC to recalibrate. I don't waste any time, I slam hard on the thrusters and quickly shoot into the cargo hold of the ship underneath me before it has a chance to get a lock on me. "I'm in. Sensors are down, but I think the turret is still up. Proceed with caution." Spending all my covert entry hold to: Bypass the sensors. Disable the sensors. Bypass the point defense cannon and enter the cargo hold.
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Spectre --:-- Harm | 0-armor | 1/10 XP | 3 Cred "Copy that Corrido, performing a quick sweep of the cargo hold now. Let me know if you need me outside with my fangs out." After killing most of my momentum from the rapid entry I slowly glide further into the pitch black maw that is the cargo hold. The scale of the beast is impressive, you could fit a drat lot of cargo in here, but there's none to be found... I turn on my floodlights and set my sensors to active. Hopefully whoever did this didn't cover their tracks too well. Assess: 2d6+1 7 What do I notice despite an effort to conceal it?
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 1/10 XP | 3 Cred | 1 Gear "Affirmative, it seems like we've overstayed our welcome." I'm already halfway back to my mech when Fedor calls out the kill on the probe. "Fedor, Relay the inbound vector of that spook. If our marks sent it in response to their sensors going blind odds are they didn't bother having it loop the long way around, might be able to track it back to them. If not..." "I spent some time on Himalia when I got to this sector, gathering intel and personnel for my hit against JSS. The contact I've got in mind will be able to squeeze Mr. Faust for what we need. I'll ping him when we've cleared the site." Declare contact: Jerro Stone. Mercenary, muscle, murderer. Big guy. Dangerous. Likes what he does a bit too much, but is mostly reliable when he isn't jacked up on this or that. I figure he owes me for setting him up with a job.
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 1/10 XP | 3 Cred | 1 Gear Well back on the Lance I take a seat in the lounge area and rest my boots up on the table. I fish up my phone from my coat's inner pocket, fold it out to tablet mode and hold it out in front of me. I give it a moment to wake up but it looks like the biometrics scanner has crashed again. That's it, I'm ejecting this piece of poo poo on a sunward trajectory as soon as I get a new one. I flick it with my middle finger and it finally loads up the home screen. There we go. I navigate to the long range direct caller and type in Stone's number, but I pause for a second with my finger hovering above the call button. Something felt... off. I shrug and give it a tap. Connecting... Connection established. And there's his ugly mug. "Stone, I've got a job for you, some intel that I need acquired from a certain individual. Interested?" Hit the Street: 2d6 2 Oh hi orokos.
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 1/10 XP | 3 Cred | 1 Gear Last time I saw him he'd just gotten his nose smashed in by the butt of a rifle, but now it's in one whole piece. Guess he might've had it fixed, but he doesn't strike me as the type that would care. "One Jacque Faust has gotten in over his head. He's been involved in a hit on a hauler named the Hilsa and I need you to make him sing. I want to know about the crew running the job, where they're taking the cargo and anything else you can squeeze out of him. As for what's in it for you, well... Besides your usual rate, feel free to have some fun. I don't care how you make him talk. Do we have a deal?"
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 2/10 XP | 3 Cred | 1 Gear There's a loud smack as my forehead slams into the palm of my hand. "What the gently caress is Stone doing," I grumble. "Thought that gorilla could handle one simple job." Feels like I have a headache coming on. I look down at my phone as I'm idly flipping it over in my hand a few times, then let out an annoyed sigh and flick my wrist to fire off the hand taser embedded in my glove. The display gives off a bright flash and burns out as the electrical discharge overloads the circuitry. I snap the phone in half for good measure and toss it in the nearest bin. If that large fucker got caught this better not get traced back to me or I'll have his hide. I retrieve another phone from my coat and start prepping it. "We can kiss our Jacque Faust lead good bye." I throw a sour glance at the others as I'm punching in data. "We need to burn hard after our marks right now before they make any more course adjustments and we lose them for good."
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 2/10 XP | 3 Cred | 1 Gear "I'd have preferred to keep it silent but I doubt we can steal back this much bulk without going loud. No objections here. I'll get you a good read on the situation before you strike, then when they have their backs turned I'll stick something sharp in them. If things turn sour I'll exfil with Flores as soon as the cargo is loaded, protracted firefights aren't really my area of expertise."
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 2/10 XP | 3 Cred | 1 Gear | 1 Intel "Let's go rob some thieves." After making sure the maglocks are switched off one extra time I shoot out of the Lance and set my course for the flotilla. "I'm gone. I'll keep in touch." My approach is impeccable, covered by a large cloud of dust and discarded asteroid chunks I doubt the flotilla would be able to spot me even if they had all their scanners trained directly on me. Which they might for all I know. They sure seem skittish with how loaded the Hilsa was with detectors, and they know someone is hunting them. Well, they're not the only ones with their eyes open. As I close in on the flotilla I let the recon suite of the Wraith do what it does best. Whatever secrets Kiko Mattix are keeping, they're mine now. Case the Joint: 2d6+2 10 Gaining 3 Intel. Since these are special Case the Joint intel I can also spend them to ask questions from the Assess or Research moves. I'll spend 2 intel to do just that. That huge load of cargo they're hauling shouldn't be too hard to find, but: Research: Where would I find Steiger and Karensky? Assess: What is my best way in?
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 2/10 XP | 3 Cred | 1 Gear | 1 Intel | 2 HSP Hold "This is Spectre, got eyes on the flotilla, looks like we're interrupting dinner time. I spot Steiger and Karensky having a sit down with Kiko Mattix and some unknown hard-asses, they're on the repair facility that makes up the center of the flotilla. As for enemy force composition it's nothing too impressive, but it's not going to be easy. They have a few fighters and drones, but their one mech is sitting pretty in the repair dock, possibly out of commission. Flores, still got that deck Profit found? I think the missing cricket drones are still attached to the mech." "Amardeep's cargo is still mostly on the pirate ship, parked at the perimeter of the flotilla, but it's in the process of being moved. Tactic's your job, Profit, but I advise you strike it first and disable it. I'm moving in on the repair station now to cause some havoc. Give me... 13 minutes after you receive this before you go in." With the distance lag that should be enough, I hope. "Spectre out." I end the recording and align the narrow transmitter to where the rest of the crew are waiting. Keeping an open channel for the entirety of the time it took to vocally compile the intel would've been amateur stuff, it'll be much harder for any clever snoops trying to listen in to catch the nanosecond data transfer. I fire off my message and get ready to infiltrate the flotilla. Hot poo poo Pilot: 2d6+2+1 15 Heh. Gain 3 hold. Spending one HSP hold to 'Apply one of your vehicles tags for a +1 forward' Stealthy should do for getting in without being seen. Act Under Pressure: 2d6+2+1+1 14 This is going far too well. I wait patiently until the patrols all line up perfectly before I make my move. As long as no one gets a good visual of me or watches their scanner way too closely, I should be good to go with stealth mode on. I light up my thrusters and sneak up close to one of the haulers en route to the repair dock and hide myself in its blind spot, using it as cover to get closer to the station itself. A patrol craft passes by much too close for comfort, but the shadow cast by the hauler hides me perfectly. Two long minutes pass before an opportunity presents itself. With all the patrols on the other side of the station or turned away from me, I leave the cover of the hauler and dash to the underside of the station. There I find exactly what I'm looking for, a small unattended maintenance hatch. I gently attach my mech to the exterior of the station, check my gear one final time, then I pop the cockpit open and make my way inside. There are two tasks on my mind as I breach the hatch. One, find the CIC or bridge for some good old sabotage. Two, figure out what the hell is the deal with Steiger and Karensky. Covert Entry: 2d6+2+1+1 9 Gain 1 Hold. For the sake of expedience I'll spend it right away to get me where I want to go. I'll start by making my way towards the atrium through the maintenance accessways to eavesdrop on the conversation, looking for targets of opportunity along the way. Sockerbagarn fucked around with this message at 21:51 on Jul 7, 2016 |
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 3/10 XP | 3 Cred | 1 Gear | 1 Intel | 2 HSP Hold "You get to leave with your life and your operation intact and can add yet another valuable life lesson onto the pile?" I give Kiko a shrug, she sure was all business all right. "You took a risk when you decided to deal with amateurs like these," I wave the detonator at Oryn, whose impression of Swiss cheese was spot on. "I can't fault you for doing it, the profit margins must've been through the roof, but you have to cut your losses here." It's about that time Flores comes strolling in along with her hulking death machine. My SMG suddenly seemed quite superfluous. I beckon her with a nod. "Good to see you, flower girl. You missed dinner but you're in time to give our friends a ride home." I look back to Mattix and resume where I left off. "That being said, as a courtesy from one professional to another, you can keep that mech you have in your repair dock. It should help recoup some of your losses. Karensky will recall her drones when we leave." Fast Talk: 2d6+1+1 8
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 3/10 XP | 3 Cred | 1 Gear | 1 Intel | 2 HSP Hold "Uh, stand by, Profit." Right, the drones. I was planning to sabotage those before I came upon this goldmine. "Kiko, unless you want to replace your drone fleet you better tell your drone jockey to call their toys back before they're turned into scrap. My crew has begun their sweep."
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 3/10 XP | 3 Cred | 1 Gear | 1 Intel | 2 HSP Hold "They decided to hit a target they shouldn't have and their execution was the stuff of amateurs, a very lethal combination in this business. They were lucky to get as far as they did." I flip the safety on my gun and holster it. "I think we're done here." I turn my attention away from the bloody mess on the floor and back to Kiko. "You're getting a hell of a lot more than we were planning to leave you with, Mattix. Don't let a few percent spoil your day." I stretch out my hand to her. "We got a deal?"
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 3/10 XP | 3 Cred | "Impeccable timing like usual Flores, I owe you one." I nod my head at Ying and make my way back to the hatch in the wall I came from, but before I leave I turn around with a wry smile. "I almost forgot." I hold the remote detonator out and give it a press — on the green button, not the red. The light-emitting diode on the block of explosives flashes rapidly a few times then goes dark. "Why don't you keep that as a memento." I toss the remote over to Kiko Mattix. "Just don't play around with it too much." I slink through the hatch and make my way back to where I left the Wraith. Produce Equipment: Spending my last gear on a carton of smokes, looted from a janitorial closet I came upon in the maintenance tunnels. I glide back into the seat of the Wraith and wake it up from its rest. "Smooth haggling, Profit. Amardeep better appreciate it." After sealing the cockpit I lift my visor and put a boron stick between my lips and light it, its green glow is soon lost in a sea of amber as the HUD lights up. "Wraith is on station, weapons online. Patching into the targeting network now..." Well, that doesn't look right. poo poo. "Profit, do you copy?" I detach from the repair facility and burn hard towards the action. Assess: 2d6+1+1 8 Who or what is my biggest threat in this situation? (I don't think anything is threatening ME right now, but I hope it works for determining who I should attack anyway)
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred It's simple to keep your equipment in excellent condition when you don't have to put it through fire. As far as op goes that was one of the smoothest, at least from my point of view. But that doesn't mean that I'm the sort of person that gets complacent about the tools that keeps him alive, especially when I haven't gotten paid yet. So I'm giving my guns, my suit and my mech a thorough examination before I kick back and relax. The rhythmic beats coming from Ying's side of the bay makes going through the motions I've gone through so many times before almost a meditative experience, and before I know it I've scrubbed the last missile launch tube clean. Looks like Flores is still hard at work patching her ride together though. I take one look at the jumble of exposed wires and decide I don't owe her enough to give her a hand with that mess. I leap off the top of the Wraith and slowly float down to the passage leading to the lounge where I find Profit, Steiger and Karensky. I hide an amused look as I'm offered a glass of the amber stuff. Must be part of the job of being a coordinator to keep a bottle of good whisky around, Profit certainly wasn't the first one I've worked with that could suddenly produce one after an op. I light up a boron stick and take a sip. Now that was how it's supposed to taste like. "So. Steiger, Karensky. Care to explain something to me? Why would you leave what must've been an exciting job at the Adjustment Group only to run freighters hauling the least interesting commodity in the lanes? I take it that what happened today isn't an everyday experience."
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred "Drinks or no, I'm still just Spectre. It's nothing personal, I just left the name I was given behind me a long time ago." I lean in over the table. "I understand where you're coming from, what you've been through. I think most of us here do. There's a reason we're all freelance after all. But space trucking? It'd drive me insane within a week. We managed to pull some footage from the Hilsa, and I saw you two in action. I don't see how you could ever be content with long sleepy hauls through the void for the rest of your lives when you're capable of that." "Like I said, freelance," I lean back with a shrug. "Choose the jobs you want, without any of that corporate bullshit to sour everything. If I know my Luna, and I do, you've got no end of marks that actually deserve getting hit for once. Shouldn't be too hard to find someone that stands to gain from it and could cut you in either."
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred "Ever heard of a little local business known as JSS?" I reply to Jace, slam my glass down on the table and shoot Profit and Mahren a look. "They've got a squadron of Mechas closing in on us, strike configuration." I get on the comms and ping Flores. "Drop your spanner, we've got incoming. JSS." I turn back to Jace and Sake who still regards me questioningly. "I'll give you the short version. The reason we took this job from Amardeep was because he can get us spinner access to get out of Jovian space. We need to get out of Jovian space because we've pissed off JSS something fierce. Looks like they don't want us to leave in one piece. Which is not great news for you either, seeing as you're with us." I get up from the table and look at Profit. "Fight or flight? I doubt Amardeep will be happy if we leave the Hilsa behind."
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred I'm already on the way to the hangar bay, speaking over comms as I go. "If they had a hook on the Wraith we would've been tagged and bagged a long time ago. Hell, they could've used it to home a missile on us all the way from Ganymede. I'm dead certain I got rid of all their little tracking systems." I climb into the cockpit and begin the cold start sequence. "I'm not sitting this one out, we need all the firepower we can muster and the Valkyria isn't looking so hot."
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred "Finding them is the tricky part. Our only advantage is that they don't know we're aware of their presence, but if we start actively scanning for them it'll give it away..." There's a beeping noise coming from the Wraith that's starting to get on my nerves, but as look down to turn it off I notice where it's coming from. It's the display of the system that tipped me off in the first place. code:"See this readout? It's from some hush-hush black box built into the sensor suite. It's currently configured to silently drop any incoming networking requests, but I'm thinking we can use it to locate the mecha squadron. If you can work your magic and replace the sensor data from my end with garbage I could link up with their network and see exactly where they are without giving anything away."
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred "That's good enough for me." I type a single line into the console and slam enter, accepting the connection. I can't help but feel a slight tinge of apprehension as my eyes shift to the sensor display. "Come on you corporate fuckers, reveal your secrets..." If this goes wrong it could go very wrong. Assess: 2d6+1 7 But we're good! What do I notice despite an effort to conceal it?
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred "There you are." I forward the data to our network as soon as I see it. "It looks like they're still maneuvering to set up their attack, we can hit them before they are ready. Let's finish our launch prep then hit them with everything we've got all at once."
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred "Got it. I'm ready to launch in—" The Wraith starts beeping at me again, this time more urgently than last time. "Main drive offline? Now?!" I wrench myself out of my seat and hop out of the mech and leap onto the floor. The first thing I see is Ying's bot backing off from the open engine cover. Oh. Guess that explains that. "Why the hell did you do that?" I snap at Ying. "Fix it. Now."
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Oct 4, 2016 20:49
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred The bay door gapes wide open in front of me, leading into the vast nothingness of space. I can feel the gentle hum and vibration of surging power coming from the Wraith, telling me as clearly as any diagnostics tool that all systems are green and I'm ready to launch. Time moves slowly as I'm sitting here waiting for Flores's signal. Not sure what she's planning this time, but it's getting on my nerves. At least she's not in a position to physically mess with my vehicle anymore. A couple minutes pass before I open my mouth to say something, to ask what the hell she's up to this time, but at that very moment the Darude hits and I can't even hear my own words over the sheer volume blasting through my ears. I can't help but crack a smile, guess Ying has a good idea every now and then after all. The Wraith's main thrusters start howling through the frame as I push the throttle to the bottom and shoot out of the bay like a bat out of hell. My designated target is the Mecha at our six o'clock, so once I'm clear of the Lance I kill my main propulsion, use the maneuvering thrusters to flip myself around, then start burning hard towards my prey. The G-forces pushes me back into my seat as I close in, and not long after making the initial burn I can hear the solid beep from my targeting computer telling me that it's happy with its firing solution. I move my finger to the trigger, but I give pause. It's not every day I get the chance to dance with other expensive-as-hell JSS mechas after all. It seemed like a shame to let my computer have all the fun. I remove my finger from the trigger and set the safety on my missiles. I'm dying to see just how cutting edge my specs are compared to the current JSS lineup. I flick a switch and redline my engines and as I do so the usual steady hum from the Wraith disappears, turning into eerie silence that makes me wonder if I broke it, but I can't see any indication of that being the case on my HUD. All I can see is the acceleration meter climbing like mad, and inversely the distance to my target dropping like a rock in high-G. Well, if the engines aren't going to complain then I'm not going to either. When I'm just seconds away from reaching my target I fire up the Wraith's secondary armaments. Twin jets of superheated plasma erupts from muzzles mounted on the arms of the mech, blazing so brightly you'd have their afterimage stuck on your retina for a week if you so much as glanced at them. I'm not sure who the hare-brained egghead was that thought these things were a good idea for space combat, but at this moment in time I almost regret that I had to blow up that beautiful mind along with the rest of the JSS facility I jacked the Wraith from. As for the poor corporate schmuck right in front of me, they won't know what hit 'em. Hot poo poo Pilot (+Cool+Plan): 2d6+2+1 10 Gain 3 hold. Spending one to move in to close range with my target. If it shoots at me as I approach I'll spend another one to avoid the attack. Mix it Up (+Synth+Plan): 2d6+1+1 11 JSS 'Durendal' Energy Blades (4-harm close breach)
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred Holdout guns? On a mecha? Almost makes me a bit jealous. Then again... I engage the main thruster on the Wraith's right leg but leave the hip actuator unlocked, causing it to slam its knee into my opponent's mecha with force. As its reeling from the blow I pounce on the opportunity, I dash away from its guns and maneuver myself behind it, then I strike at its exposed back with my blades. Spend one hold to avoid one external danger. Mix it Up (+Synth+Plan): 2d6+1+1 8
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Nov 16, 2016 00:28
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred "On it, Profit." I kick the hostile mecha off my blades and then switch them off, I'm a bit out of position with regards to the comm hub mecha and they won't do me any good at this range. I engage the thrusters to climb the z-axis to get a clear line of sight on Steiger's target. Once I've got it in my sights it takes but a moment for the solid tone of an acquired lock to ring in my ears. "Tally bandit. Fox three." I squeeze the trigger and the missile blasts off into the distance. "Steiger, bruiser incoming. Advise you sit back and enjoy the fireworks." Spend one hold to speak through the standstorm. Mix it Up (+Synth+Plan): 2d6+1+1 11 Terra Dynamics ML3000 'Baneslayer' Missile Launcher (5-harm far area messy breach)
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Nov 30, 2016 23:41
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred "Smart thing to do would be to kill them and leave without looking back, but if we're not doing that then I agree with Profit, put them on a life raft and let JSS worry about search and rescue. Dropping the pilot off at a station is too risky." I start hauling the first Mecha I took out back to the Obsidian Lance and light up a smoke. "Anyone got vitals on the pilot? Are they hurt? I'm not sure how we're doing on medical supplies."
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Dec 13, 2016 23:24
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred "If you mean right here and now I think that'd be wasting a lot of time that we're already out of. They're too hot to sell here in JSS space, at least for a good price. Let's get to Amardeep and get through that spinner before we think of selling them. If we meet up with Kiko somewhere solward I wouldn't mind striking another deal." I drop off the pilotless Mecha in the hangar and turn around to bring back the remaining one, and its pilot, to the Lance.
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Dec 15, 2016 02:43
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred "Sure, Profit. Count me in." I hop down from my mecha, having just finished checking it for any damage I might've missed. All I could find was a few scratch marks from the scuffle with the first target, the Wraith was pretty much fit to launch again at a moments notice. With some luck it should be smooth sailing from here on though. --- Profit's interrogation technique was a fair bit more advanced than anything I'm used to, but if she's going for disorientation then having another person question him at the same time could only help. I move up next to Profit and casually lean against the doorway. "As an added bonus to the Luk, if you manage to answer to my satisfaction you might even get to keep your kneecaps on the way out." I pull a cigarette from my coat and light it with a lighter. "You might find me slightly harder to please than my companions though." With a bit of sleight of hand I swap the lighter for my pistol in but an instant and train it on the pilot. "Let's just say the vote to keep you alive wasn't unanimous, Jessie." "What were your orders? Kill? Capture? Do you even know who or what your target was?" Help (+Links Profit): 2d6+1 7 Sockerbagarn fucked around with this message at 02:33 on Jan 7, 2017 |
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred loving Jerro Stone. He's a dead man. Hopefully JSS will spare me the trouble of seeing to that myself. "Alright Jessie, last question." I take a drag on my boron stick as I consider what to ask. We've been connected to whatever went down in Himalia, but how much does JSS know about what we were actually doing out here? "Command manages to trace whoever they think are guilty for Himalia and sends you out to intercept. You get here, get a confirmation on the Obsidian Lance and realize we're KOS, then a moment later we wipe the floor with you. Tell me what happened in between. Did you communicate with command after you spotted us? If you did, what exactly did you tell them?" "You're on the home stretch Jessie. Don't gently caress up by leaving out anything important." --- Sake's plan gives me some ideas as I'm listening in on the others talk about what to do with our salvage. "Not that I'm thinking of getting hit, but before we sell off the JSS tech maybe one of you gear heads could check if there are any parts that are compatible with the Wraith. For spare parts... Or upgrades." "Just don't rip out my power core without asking again, Ying."
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 3 Cred I return Profit's frown with a shrug. "If you think he has to die I can make it happen without Flores catching wind of it, but the only information I fed him was the name of the ship. The same ship he said they positively identified as a priority target. Unless JSS has marked all banged up vintage haulers in Sol for destruction I'd say it's likely that they already know the name of the Lance, and much more."
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Jan 18, 2017 00:02
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 4/10 XP | 9 Cred "Alright, fine, I concede the point in general. This lies within your area of expertise and I'll bow to your wisdom and I'll be more careful in the future. I still maintain we don't have anything to worry about in this particular case, though."
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--:-- Harm | 0-armor | 7/10 XP | 9 Cred Then: "No, not paranoia..." I agree and look Profit straight in the eyes. "I'd call it survival instincts." I move closer and lower my voice further, my face all business. "He never got a chance to report back to Apell. He might be the only link JSS will ever find between us and Himalia, and he knows first hand what we're capable of. Do you still think we should let him go?" Fast Talk (+Style): 2d6 6 Sockerbagarn fucked around with this message at 20:26 on Feb 9, 2017 |
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