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HP: 26/26 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d10 | Load: 5/9 | XP: 0/10 "Tattoos are money I can't spend on getting my antennae replaced," says Jet. "Not much use if I replace the skin they're on, either." She gives a offhand thumbs up to Basil, gets glared at, rolls her eyes, and makes proper eye contact the second time. "Anybody who needs one to keep someone's attention thataways is a failure, ha."
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 "Hey, thanks." Matthias shoves his helmet on and shoots Basil a thumbs up. "I'm good, dude!" Lian looks down at her suit and turns the helmet over in her hands. She shrugs and puts it on, finishing up with the final checks. "I haven't really thought about talking and stuff, so it can't hurt..." "That's everyone then, right?" Basil attempts to give a head count and then gives up halfway through. "Whatever, there's way too many of you." He sits down in the cockpit, hits a few switches, and throws deuces to Big Wei. Wei casually walks over to the panel next to the port authority, mashes a bunch of buttons, and sprints into the open bay door. The mooring latches release and the ship lurches into the endless void. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrDOAXf_mXw "Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!" Wei yells, shutting the hatch just after the ship passes through the air boundary. The ship's steady 9 m/s acceleration pushes everyone towards the back of the bay, and the pirate has to climb up the deck to reach the pilot's seat. "Haha! Smooth as glass, yeh? On our way. Easy day. Basil, watch the sensors for shots!" "They shouldn't shoot! Why would they shoot? Slow down!" Basil shouts. "What are you doing? Look at the phase chart - " "gently caress that, gonna catch it this time around! Punch down on it the fun way. We got dV for days, so why not burn it? Oy, might wanna buckle in." The ship jerks again as the acceleration suddenly stops. The planet below is getting much closer at a fairly uncomfortable rate. "Fair warning, if I mess this up, we're all going straight into the atmosphere. Your suits are rated for reentry, but I dunno 'bout the fall. Don't show them the chart, Basil." "But - " "Don't! Right, buckle in, or at least go sit at the back there, yeah? Going to be pulling two or three Gs for a bit." He looks at a readout. "I lied, four. So when that burn ends, I'm going to pop the back hatch and you all need to jump out, get on the thing, get the thing, and get back on." He hops out of the seat to dress himself out in a space suit. "Need to be quick, yeah? Don't think there was enough dV left on that hunk to get it to deorbit properly, so it's bleedin' off velocity sitting at the top of the atmosphere. Real circular orbit right now, bad stuff. Late in the game. If you feel wind, that's normal. If you feel a lot of wind, consider getting back on and ditching. Basil!" "Yes?" "Watch for any ships coming down to try and slow the thing down. Get sensors on that thing now, we should have a line to it now, yeah?" He's obviously far more proficient at putting on a space suit than anyone in the group. "Right, any questions? After all that, we get out, head up to one of the rogue stations, and get you lot down to Biki's Island first thing." Make any last preps you want!
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HP: 16/16 | Armor: 2 | Damage: d8 | Charge: ◇◇◇ | Load: 9/10 | XP: 7/9 Behold grabbed the seat nearest the hatch. "Watch out for trouble, whoever did this is going to see us coming with this kind of burn." Before it kicks in, she reaches over and flips a switch back and forth on Lian's suit to show her how to go from the group channel to a private one with Neon, then gently pushes her back into her seat. "I'll grapple a line onto the sat and go over first, then head up hull to the target, next up Seira, with Jet in case something is waiting for us, Zann and... her assistants, then Neon, Lian, Sol. Uh, do what Sol said, not what I do." She pulls her magnet grapple out and attaches it to the thigh of her suit for immediate access when she goes through the hatch, and then her toolkit to the front of her chest. Then she braces herself for the acceleration. Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 17:39 on Dec 7, 2017 |
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"Puke and rally, girlie! Puke and rally." Wei says with a laugh. "Ten seconds to the burn! Any last words? Haw!" Lian nods to Behold and Neon, then braces herself. Seira just happens to notice Bishop's securely strapped up body momentarily light up while she's looking around...
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | Damage: d4 | Load: 4/6 | XP: 0/11 Undead Servants: Chauncey, Gigantic Multi-Armed Porter | Stats: +3 STR, +2 CON/DEX, +1 INT/WIS/CHA | HP: 12/12 | Armor: 2 | DMG: +4 Thank whatever gods still haven't been killed that Zann doesn't have to deal with that particular biological quirk anymore. "Jet, aim down. There's a vacuum catchment that should get it all." This is probably still classified, but what the hell. "Chauncey, change maneuver mode. Microgravity." There's a whirring and a clicking, and possibly a clunking, and what appears to be a maneuver unit deploys out of the back of what is clearly not simply a 'customized heavy lifter model.' "Can you believe I had to piggyback on the deep space construction team to get this thing working? Those philistines couldn't get a dynamic control response working to save their un-lives. Ended up having to build it on top of a few thousand bird souls." Zann gives a wistful sigh. "Well, I needed the thruster tech. You should have seen what happened to Chauncey VIII. Didn't end well." In addition to Multiple Arms, Chauncey also has the Thruster Pack adaptation, and this is definitely not my desperately flailing for a way to keep my main class feature out in space.
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"We just nabbed everything in the rooms and ditched, yeah?" Wei says over his shoulder. "None of my business what you got with a dead guy. Not my job! Didn't see the return trip in the cards, 'sides." Lian, however, perks up. "Did you feel that? Did Seira send that? Hey - " "Burn in three!" Wei shouts. Basil braces against the back of the ship. "Two! One! Woo!" The deceleration is crushing. Everyone is thrown against the back of the ship and pinned there by their own weight. The entire aft bulkhead, including the ramp, turns transparent. The surface of the planet takes up most of the view, though a speck in the distance very rapidly grows into a bright cubic structure. It closes at a worrying pace but stops very short of actually colliding.  "Velocities matched!" Wei announces triumphantly. "Oy, now that's what I call coming in hot, yeah! Putting the ramp down! Let's go!" The cabin depressurizes at an unsafe rate as the rear ramp is flung down. The top edge of the satellite is just a few meters away. The entire structure is a cube with each side measuring roughly 100 meters. A jet of gas originates from some point out of view on the opposite side and shoots out ahead of the satellite. A lone figure stands at the opposite edge of the arena-like satellite, silhouetted against the bright sun. It remains perfectly motionless and shows no signs of life.  What do you do? Lian is a special hireling with a cost of Assurance and and +4 Loyalty. She has a special skill: +1 Operator. quote:Operators are fairly skilled with intelligence gathering, though they're not proficient enough to independently carry out a mission. They're most often found behind a desk or a panel, looking up things or maintaining situational awareness for those actively engaged in a fight.
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HP: 26/26 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d10 | Load: 5/9 | XP: 0/10 "Ahh yeah, that's the pukey feeling gone," says Jet, glaring at the silent figure. "I'm gonna kill this clam slamming motherfucker." Jet hooks up to the line, hits the hull, and then begins trying to follow Behold, except with the awkward clomp of someone who has never worn mag boots in her life. "Fuuuuuuuuuuu-" In space, thankfully, nobody can hear you swear.
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Poise: 2/5 | Load: 5/6 | XP: 6/10 | Currently: Stylish, Regal With a graceful leap that wouldn't look out of place in some sort of highly choreographed sci-fi space concert, Neon=Neon and Lian make their way onto the satellite and lock onto the surface with their magnetic boots. Neon=Neon hefts her rifle and peers at the unmoving figure through the high-end scope. Opening a channel to everyone she says, "Uhhhh, who invited that creep? One of your buddies, Zann?" Swapping over to her as-yet-unnamed private Lian channel, she adds, "Feel free to piggyback on my scope data and see if you can make any sense of it. This is weird, right? I'm getting some weird vibes here." quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 3:57 PM
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HP: 12/12 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Load: 4/7 | XP: 4/9 Normally, Seira would find the sense to comply and shut down anything that could expose her over the internet. But why assume that this weird figure is the one that's hostile? Someone is absolutely helping her. She wouldn't have found out about the satellite's orbit otherwise. "Don't worry about that thing." She insists, using her PA to help her reorient her mag boot walk. She just hopes her gut is right.
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Behold's schematics highlight a nondescript maintenance panel on the base of the antenna structure below them. An exploding diagram shows how to access the bank of hard drives within using minimal tools. Of course, it looks like smashing would be a viable option, as the drives are heavily reinforced. With something slowing down the satellite, the proper use of tools might take more time than desired. Lian hums uneasily to herself. "What is that? Just an empty body?" Basil leaps across the void with practiced ease and holds up a tablet as soon as he gains his footing. "No worries, yeah? We're always running silent. And, uh... Guy's off," Wei chimes in. "Least I think so. Right?" You can hear the rustling on his open mic as he leaves the seat to jostle Bishop's body. "Yeah, looks dead as a doorknob. No signals comin' off." Zann's scan rituals reveal recent damage to the satellite. It almost looks as if there have been multiple recent attempts to deorbit it using less than optimal means; it looks as if satellites at the end of their useful life were used in the past few hours. This is more worrying, as it likely implies that several more such trash heaps may be on their way. And while that figure at the other end of the arena may not be up to anything now, propositioning assets in such a manner is typical of remote controllers such as powerful AI and the occasional lich.
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HP 25/25 | Armor 4 | Load 7/14 | XP 8/9 Once everyone else had cleared the ramp, Sol followed after, landing deftly and watching the lone figure warily. Clicking his comm on, he spoke. "Are we taking it careful with this or tearing out the whole assembly? If the latter, I might be of some assistance."
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Poise: 2/5 | Load: 5/6 | XP: 6/10 | Currently: Stylish, Regal Neon=Neon looked at the empty shell with no little concern and opened a channel to the team's expert on that sort of thing, "Zann? Can you do something about it? Should we break it? I could probably blow it apart pretty quick, but, I don't know, maybe there's some sort of autonomous defense thing that'd trigger. What do you think?"
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HP 25/25 | Armor 4 | Load 7/14 | XP 8/9 "I have eyes on it. It's why I'm here at all. Do what you need to do and I'll make sure you're not interrupted." Sol carefully made his way across the hull with his compatriots, unslinging his shield as he went. His weapon remained where it was - for now. He liked this no better than anyone else but it was his job to keep a level head. That meant not setting strange people off with undue acts of provocation. Not here, close enough to reach out and run his hands through the outer atmosphere of the planet. If something went wrong, there was only one real place to go. Straight down. He wasn't sure of the exact science but he knew things were supposed to burn up on reentry without shielding. Even if he was mistaken on how that worked, he knew gravity well enough. And nobody was taking that trip on account of his mistakes.
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HP: 26/26 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d10 | Load: 5/9 | XP: 0/10 "Oooooh," says Jet, peering at the figure through the sunshield on her helmet. "Hey, Skullface! I think I've broken one of those before! Has a power core that goes like, pop-zang when you kick it in the nards hard enough, hahahaha!" @KZA: 2d6+1 assist Zann = (5+4)+1 = 10
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Jet's crude reference to using high acceleration to short out the primary capacitance plates of magnetically suspended magical battery is enough to jostle Zann's memory. That older style of energy storage is also prone to large, violent explosions if impacted in just the right way. The only things still in service with such ancient equipment are pilot models that utilize themselves as the power source. There's some trick to getting them to forcibly disconnect from their vehicle, but Zann can't quite remember that bit. Behold's removal of the hard drives goes smoothly, though the steady stream of space-junk rising from her location does look like quite the safety hazard. The entire foot-long tray of drives pops out without protest. Easy! "Hey, I just lost all of my tracker feeds," Basil calls out with a slight hint of alarm. "There were three or four objects on pretty close intercept, but they were steady and I don't - " https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=htDB8SuLrng Before he can complete his report, something massive streaks overhead, clipping the antenna hard and slamming into Wei's craft. Being on an orbit in the opposite direction, it was too fast to easily identify, but the antenna is ripped from its structure and your ride is torn clean in half. Only part of the cockpit and the arms remain. The arms cling desperately to the satellite, which now has a highly disorienting backspin. The near impact and backspin are very disorienting and may have dislodged you from your position! You had best defy danger if you want to do avoid being thrown off into space or otherwise do anything right away. Immediately before the collision, those observing the empty unit could see a golden holographic crown appear over its head. It looked to be thrown over the side when the satellite started spinning. Safe, right? As the satellite completes the first half of its spin, the source of the jetstream becomes rotates into view: another satellite, just shy of 30 yards across, though this one appears armed.  A golden holographic crown hovers over the forward view port. A pair of RCS thrusters push it gently away from your platform as its missile pod doors slowly swing open.
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HP: 16/16 | Armor: 2 | Damage: d8 | Charge: ◆◇◇ | Load: 9/10 | XP: 7/9 Behold has just enough warning of what's about to happen to max her mag boots and jam the cutting tool she was using - and has connected to her suit by a tether - into the structure of the satellite before it starts spinning out of control. She concentrates on keeping hold of the drive tray as the sat tries to throw her off. When the worst stops, she gets her feet set again, yanks the tool free, and takes a look around. "Well crap," Behold says, taking in the rapidly devolving situation. She quickly straps the drive try to her suit. "Drives secured, I'm going after Jet! Someone see if Wei is still alive." With that, Behold deactivates her mag boots and activates her thrust pack, launching out into space, aiming for an intercept with her flailing cyborg compatriot. "Jet, stop flailing and stick your arms and legs out!" That should slow her rotations and give Behold a bigger target. "When I grab you, get ready to jump! I'm going to give you a big boost towards that enemy ship. See if you can board it, our ride got fragged and we could use a new one!" @Gorbash: 2d6+2 Defy Danger+INT = (4+4)+2 = 10 @Gorbash: 2d6+2 Field Test+INT = (3+6)+2 = 11 Uses one Charge Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 23:32 on Dec 17, 2017 |
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Lian has little trouble sticking to the satellite thanks in part to her large prehensile tail wrapping around a nearby strut. "Got you!" She wraps her arms around Neon's midsection on command, preventing the idol from being launched into space by the recoil of her rifle. It's difficult to tell just how much damage the round did based on the tiny hole in the command module of the enemy satellite, though a growing cloud of shrapnel glimmers in the sunlight behind it. Yeah, that looks like a lot of broken stuff. The combat satellite's RCS thrusters sputter violently to correct for the impact and it's sudden loss of mass. Neon does 7 damage! Jet can immediately close range and do whatever (read: attack)!
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HP 25/25 | Armor 4 | Load 7/14 | XP 8/9 @Shardix: 2d6+2 DD +str = (6+5)+2 = 13 Grabbing hold of a chunk of the satellite, Sol whipped his head around as Wei's ship got cut in half. Well. So much for their egress. Or was it? The second satellite coming into view gave him an idea. "Neon, cease fire. I'm commandeering that craft." Sol is going to sprint across the hull and jump for the enemy satellite. Should be doable - we're far enough out that gravity is more of a suggestion than a law. Once he lands he will try to pry open a hatch and seize the thing from anybody inside. Let me know what you need as far as rolls go.
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HP: 12/12 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Load: 4/7 | XP: 4/9 @Mitama: 2d6+2 defy dex = (4+5)+2 = 11 Seira pulls out her whip in time and lashes on a strut that used to hold some sort of solar panel before the enemy satellite tore it apart. She jostles around when the satellite she's on spins around, but her mag boots stick to the metal. "Don't panic, don't panic." She says to herself, appraising the situation. "We just have to steal that thing and get out. We're not going to die. In space." She needs to check on Wei, though. And their cargo as well. The slow walk's not going to do it for her. Seira also turns off her mag boots, uncoils her whip again to grapple on on another broken strut, then winds the whip to pull her closer towards their wrecked ship. Mitama fucked around with this message at 06:52 on Dec 19, 2017 |
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HP: 26/26 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d10 | Load: 5/9 | XP: 1/10 "THAT IS THE BEST ORDER I'VE EVER THOUGHT ABOUT FOLLOWING!" shouts meteoroid Magnum, "DOOOOOORYAAA!" Behold and Jet do a complicated twirling vector before Jet is released in the direction of the enemy. Still clinging to her debris, she whirls and intersects its vector with the approaching craft's. Or, less pretentiously, a big piece of space junk is slammed through a outer deck cover, followed by a very angry woman. 7 on the Hack/Slash, 6 damage before armor.
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