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Name: Bobby-Jack Johnson Portrait: 1 Class: Headhunter Loadout: A 6 on cybernetics - Bone Lacing A 6 on supplies - Squidpack Theantero fucked around with this message at 12:20 on Nov 28, 2017 |
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   [BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack watched as his pod veered off-course. Good. Probably meant he could have some space, which meant more loot for him. Well, that or an immediate, ghastly death behind enemy lines. But you took the good with the bad. Moving to the Shipwreck at 03.05, via means of 01.05 and 02.05
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Dec 1, 2017 15:58
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / CYBER: BONE LACING] The moment was tense. A bead of sweat meandered its way from under Bobby-Jack's helmet as his hand caressed the handle of his gun, the man furiously trying to decide which of the four enforcers to shoot first. ... Their visors did glint pretty menacingly in the sun, didn't they? ...... Being filled by lead from four directions at once, this was the most likely outcome, yes? ......... After a moment of deliberation, Bobby-Jack, thus far having stood still like a statue, made a lightning fast movement and pulled the trigger. On his Squidpack, that is, releasing a huge, inky-black cloud. A moment later, a sprinting man could be seen emerging from it, the cam-droids capturing what seemed to be the clear trails of desperate tears of terror making their way from under his goggles. Some things just weren't worth dying for. BOBBY-JACK RETREATS! (the Squidpack keeps him safe from retaliation attacks by the Enforcers) Retreating to hex 02.05
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Dec 2, 2017 21:11
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack wiped some sweat from his brow. "Thank the shining stars above for my Squidpack. Would be dead a hundred times over without the thing, I would. Squidpack: don't leave home without it, or the lung bandits will certainly get you!" Breathing in deep, Bobby-Jack took in his surroundings now that he was out of immediate trouble. Hm. Might as well look around a bit. Salvaging for that Luxe: 1d6= 5
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Dec 4, 2017 10:49
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / CYBER: BONE LACING] That sure was... something! And something was way better than nothing, at least. Bobby-Jack looked right, then left, then behind, before setting off on a jog to make away with his loot before any no-doubt jealous people got funny ideas about taking away his treasures. Of course, these were just a little taste. Soon he would have more. So much more. Moving to 02.02. via way of 02.04. and 02.03.
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Dec 5, 2017 14:54
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 5 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack circled the half-buried silo warily, on occasion throwing rocks or handfuls of sand at it to figure out if there were any hidden traps or other still-functional defense mechanisms around it. You could never be TOO careful. Just chilling for the encounter phase Theantero fucked around with this message at 13:03 on Dec 6, 2017 |
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Dec 6, 2017 13:00
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 5 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Nodding to himself, finally having convinced himself that the silo itself was without danger, Bobby-Jack clambered on the top, retrieved his rifle and a pair of binoculars, and started looking about. "You have to make sure the perimeter is clear before committing to silo-delving, so that the chem-raiders don't pepper you full of lead while your back is turned", he noted to himself, quietly. "This has been survivalist tips with Bobby-Jack. Guaranteed to keep you from gruesome death, if not, you are entitled to a refund." Scanning before Salvaging so that I will hopefully have something to shoot at during the next Encounter Phase. Got to Maximize the ACTION ECONOMY!!1!
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Dec 7, 2017 10:36
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 5 / CYBER: BONE LACING] "Remember what they taught ye in the army", Bobby-Jack mumbled to himself with a slight shudder, "Boots after looks, ye, the sentry motto." No reason to dally. Bobby-Jack clambered off from his post and made off on his rounds, casting paranoid side-eyed glances to everything as he did. Performing a semicircular scouting maneuver around this hex. First go to 02.01., then 01.01. and then 01.02.
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Dec 8, 2017 20:59
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 5 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack peered at the mutants from behind a piece of debris, nodded to himself, marked something onto a small map he was carrying around, and disappeared in a puff of inky-black smoke. Scouting success! Squidpacking back to 02.02. to loot that Rich Salvage.
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Dec 10, 2017 13:39
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 15 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Having scouted the mutants, Bobby-Jack peered first this way, then that way, and took his first steps into the abandoned silo proper. Maybe he would find something good? Salvaging for that Luxe with the Rich Salvage on this Hex: 3d6= 10
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Dec 11, 2017 14:36
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 15 / CYBER: BONE LACING] The telltale ping of a death beacon being lit on his minimap alerted Bobby-Jack from his chemical appraisal (an entire satchel of HyperPrinter Ink Cartridges..!), causing him to cast a slightly forlorn glance at the thing. He was silent for a bit, before airing a gruff utterance. "Better you than me, pal." Were there hints of remorse in the statement? Perhaps. But this was no time to dwell on the past. This was the time to move onward. So he did. Moving one Hex to 01.02.
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Dec 12, 2017 21:48
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 15 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack peered at the trio of mutants roasting what appeared to be some sort of giant, tumor-ridden insectoid aberration on top of a chemical fire. The wreck didn't look that promising as per loot, and one of the three certainly looked like it had gotten its protein. Hell, even if he nailed it right in the forehead with his rifle, Bobby-Jack doubted he could take it down. A lot of risk, little reward. And that meant exactly one thing for Bobby-Jack. A black cloud emerged once more to mark the man's passing. He had other agendas to pursue. Retreating with my trusted Squidpack to Hex 01.01.
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Dec 14, 2017 00:03
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 5 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack made his way across the landscape, keeping an eye for treasure, and unloading some of what he already had to the drones to haul to the investors. Made him less of a target, at the very least, and not being a target was always a good idea. Salvaging for that Luxe: 1d6= 2 Uploading 12 of my 17 Luxe.
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Dec 15, 2017 12:38
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 5 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack crept forward, throwing glances left and right, rifle at the ready. He didn't like surprises. They terrified him. Dicking around in this Hex (01.01.) to uncover the Encounter in it
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Dec 16, 2017 15:30
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 5 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Another gaggle of mutants guarding another cache of fuel he didn't need. That was a hard pass from Bobby-Jack. Squidpacking away to 01.00.
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Dec 18, 2017 16:32
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack paced about, looking for this and looking for that. Ooh what was that? A rare collector's bottle cap! Salvaging for that Luxe: 1d6= 1
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Dec 19, 2017 21:49
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack held up a finger as the wind started to pick up, and thoughtfully licked it after a couple particulates had gathered. He grimaced. A ruststorm. Well. It could work to his advantage for now. Unless it got worse. Which it probably would. Pacing about in my current Hex of 01.00 to uncover its Encounter.
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Dec 21, 2017 11:43
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Oh come on now. These ones weren't even hanging around something worth taking! And just like that, Bobby-Jack performed his magic trick once again. Squidpacking to 00.00
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Dec 22, 2017 18:54
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack paced around the beacon. It was a terrifying thing, full of ill intent. Capable of summoning a thing that would certainly crush his frail bones underfoot, causing him to die in horrid anguish and misery in this plasted hellscape. And so there he stood, craven Bobby-Jack Johnson, frozen in fright by the horrific imagery he was busy painting in his own mind. But some things had to be done. And he had a plan that just might even work. I activate the Zodiac Beacon.
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Dec 24, 2017 17:09
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack stood still, gripping his rifle in silence as he stared at the mechanical horror he had summoned. Was he quieted in deep strategic thought, or merely frozen in fright? Almost certainly the latter. But then again. Maybe it wasn't? At least totally. Perhaps some glimmer of the soldier that fought in the Moon Wars could manifest from behind the thick membrane of craven cowardice? One could hope, at least. If Cancer does not move to any Hex, Bobby-Jack won't move either. If it DOES move, then Bobby-Jack moves likewise, to Hex 01.00 Theantero fucked around with this message at 17:23 on Dec 26, 2017 |
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Dec 26, 2017 17:19
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack leered at the giant rig before him, nodded, and beat a tactical retreat with his trusty squidpack. "Only idiots and fools would fight a zodiac head on", he announced to the camm droids as he moved under the cloud's cover, "Nah, see, against something that big and powerful? You fight as unfair as you possibly can. That's survivalist 101 stuff right there, folks. If you play dirty enough, even big guys like this here thing fall just fine." "Of course, in favor of expedience, yours truly could use a lot of punch in a tight package to crack this crab. If any of our venerable sponsors wish to see their goods in particular bring the pain on Cancer, I'll try my very best to give you a show worthy of your time with it." If any sponsors could throw Bobby-Jack a Coffin Nail so that I can actually really hurt Cancer when I attack it without this all taking like a million turns, then that would be nice. Squidpacking to Hex 00.01 Theantero fucked around with this message at 16:36 on Dec 30, 2017 |
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Dec 30, 2017 12:14
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Two death beacons? There was a story there. Not one that Bobby-Jack had much time to concentrate upon though, he was far too busy scouting routes and a good nest for sniping. Setting up an ambush on Hex 00.01
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Dec 31, 2017 14:13
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 [BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack made no movement from his chosen nest, merely observing Cancer and its doings with his binoculars in total silence. No movement Theantero fucked around with this message at 14:56 on Jan 1, 2018 |
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Jan 1, 2018 13:30
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack peered from the top of a ruined apartment building as the Survey Remote surfaced exactly where he thought it would. And with a great heave, he pushed the wreck of a destroyed crane to fall down... Down... And impact the ground, a good ten meters to the side of the thing. Bobby-Jack cringed. And all the enforcers were looking that way now too. Well, time to make himself scarce! Improvise: 1d6= 4 Crane Booming the Survey Remote: 1d8= 1 As my non-ambush action, I am Squidpacking to Hex 00.00
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Jan 2, 2018 15:19
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Well, the big guy should still be somewhere hereabouts. Now he just had to wait and see if the remote came back to trigger a second expertly laid trap. What were the chances he'd fail twice in a row, after all? Laying an Ambush in Hex 00.00
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Jan 3, 2018 02:54
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack twirled the P.A.F. Isotope-Boosted Hyperannihilator round between his fingers as he gazed upon Cancer from his hideout. More of the little repair remotes? Was it going to keep spawning them? This could get difficult. But for now, the plan continued unabated. Staying still
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Jan 4, 2018 02:55
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] The survey remote scampered back, only for it to trigger a tripwire laid by Bobby-Jack, that itself connected to a jury-rigged detonator slammed to the side of an abandoned fuel tank. The resultant explosion was mighty impressive, certainly (enough for Bobby-Jack to pose with a flame-wreathed Cancer on the background with 'Vesuvius Space: No shrimp's too big for us' plastered on it via judicious real-time editing), but it was mostly fire and flame, less so actual explosive force. Would have made for a great show against mutants but against these foes the most it achieved was removing some incidental armor plating from Cancer's extremities. Bobby-Jack sighed, too low to be picked up by the cam droids. The he turned to face one of them, speaking in conspiratorial tones. "Now, I hear some talk about a wish-list? Now I have a little something to deliver our good friend Cancer here in person", he showcased his Hyperannihilator Round (the P.A.F. logo printed on its side clearly visible of course) and gave it a light kiss, "But the time isn't quite right yet. On the meanwhile, I reckon a big guy like that could use some extra attention? Say, in the form of some passionate Orbit to Surface loving on map-Hex 00.00? Maybe some of our dear sponsors could help out with that?" "On the chance they will, I'll just back off a bit to enjoy the show. And to capture the best vid footage." Sponsors please buy me an Airstrike on Hex 00.00 Improvise: 1d6= 2 Red Barrels (Cancer, Survey Drone, Repair drones 1 and 2): 1d8= 5, 2, 2, 3 As my non-ambush action, I am Squidpacking to Hex 01.00 Theantero fucked around with this message at 15:21 on Jan 5, 2018 |
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Jan 5, 2018 13:29
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Wasting no time, Bobby-Jack sneaked around the mutants, taking a prime sniping position. The fact that Rook had chosen to delve into his earnings did annoy him, but unfortunately vengeance would have to wait for another time. Setting up an Ambush
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Jan 6, 2018 14:07
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack whistled in slightly fearful admiration. "Seems like Lucinda doesn't play around when it comes to groundside devastation", he lifted a finger and looked directly into a camera, "Here's a piece of tactical advice for all you pre-conscriptee age kids watching: even if your nest is really good and you went to effort to make it all cozy-like, it's still better to abandon it than to get bombed. This will be on the test, the test being you chased by ravenous Ice Raiders in the midst of strategic bombing runs across the surface of Ganymede", he tapped his temple with an index finger, "So better heed it well, you hear?" With that, Bobby-Jack took his things and chose to relocate. Abandoning ambush position, moving to Hex 01.01.
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Jan 7, 2018 13:25
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack could hear the telltale grunts of the mutants, and the soft whirring of the survey remote's drill arms behind him as he sprinted out of the danger zone, reacting in no way in particular expect by releasing yet another inky cloud and trying to get his legs to move even faster. Squidpacking to Hex 01.02.
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Jan 8, 2018 15:18
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack made way to the highest piece of wreckage he could find, retrieved his binocs, gave the camera droid a thumbs up, and started peering towards the bombing zone. He hoped this would be a show. Otherwise he'd have wasted his hard earned luxe, after all! Scan
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Jan 9, 2018 09:14
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack whistled ever so slightly. "Now that was mighty impressive right there, lets all give a clap to our magnanimous benefactor Lucinda VIII for putting up such a great show", Bobby-Jack gave a quick clap, "As for now, I think it's right about time to try and coax our big friend from his little nook to come out and play on the sandbox proper, don't you?" Moving one hex to 02.03.
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Jan 10, 2018 14:36
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 6 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack clicked his tongue in annoyance. That thing wasn't supposed to be here. Squidpacking to Hex 02.02.
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Jan 11, 2018 13:52
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 12 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Not much do but to wait. Maybe look for some baubles while he was at it. Salvaging for that Luxe: 1d6= 6
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Jan 13, 2018 00:09
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 12 / CYBER: BONE LACING] No rigs here. Or mutants. Or anything really. Now he just had to wait. Staying still
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Jan 13, 2018 03:24
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 12 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack eyed the mines suspiciously. They weren't here the last time he was in this place. Was this the work of mutants? Probably. But thoughts like that had to wait for a later time. For now, he would just use that chemical silo he had found earlier to hide from the remote. Let it call its dad. Taking cover
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Jan 13, 2018 13:33
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 2/3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 12 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack grunted as he kicked the Survey Remote away with a solid boot to the sensor suite, making way to a prepared nest whilst clutching his bleeding side. He had paid a price in blood, so this better work out. Ambush
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Jan 15, 2018 19:54
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 2/3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 12 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Bobby-Jack kept steady. Soon his trap would spring, for better or worse. No movement
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Jan 16, 2018 14:06
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 2/3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 12 / CYBER: BONE LACING] The earth shook as Cancer made its way towards the hunting grounds, coming to inspect the silo its remote drone had found Bobby-Jack in. Except Bobby-Jack wasn't in the silo anymore. He was hiding before a little rock, managing a grin despite the deep gash on his side. He put a finger in front of his mouth as he faced a nearby cam-droid, as if to usher the audience into silence. "A lil' lesson from your good friend Bobby-Jack, kids, if you're still watching. A lesson about life, something that I've learned", he pat his side, where the wound was, "First: You've only got so much blood in ye. Don't let anybody convince you to throw it away unless the payoff is truly worth it." "And second", he brandished his rifle. Observant readers might notice it hadn't been fired once during the entire game, "Supplies are precious", he took the P.A.F. Hyperannihilator round, and brought it close to the droid for some detailed footage. Gingerly, he loaded it into his battered rifle. He set the rifle on the stone, taking a look at the giant rig that was near the silo he had looted a while back. "So learn to make them count. Fight smart. Not hard." Bobby-Jack pulled the trigger, slamming the bullet straight into the very front of Cancer, the hyperalloy tip penetrating a good 10 inches into the frontal armor. Not something that would phase something like Cancer. The resultant mini-nuke as the experimental isotope mix underwent rapid fission, however, did. The entire frontsection of Cancer was blown to smithereens, exposing most of its internals. Internals that suffered total structural failure as Cancer staggered backwards due to the force of the blow, right into the silo, and caused the whole thing to topple on top of it. A mechanical leg twitched from under the rubble. Once. Twice. Then no more. "And third", Bobby-Jack said, a smile creeping on his face. "Always, always shoot to kill." "Bobby-Jack out." Ambush: Improvising against Cancer: 1d6: 4 Crane Boom Against Cancer: 1d8: 8 10 Damage dealt to Cancer. x2 due to Headhunter special ability. x4 due to Coffin Nail. 80 DAMAGE DEALT TO CANCER. ROUND OVER. WELL WRECKED MY FRIENDS! For my actual combat action I guess I'll just Cover. Not that it really matters 
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 2/3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 12 / CYBER: BONE LACING] Well. There wasn't all that much to do here anymore, was there? Still a bit shocked that his plan had actually worked, Bobby-Jack set to looting his prize. Taking with me my Squidpack and Medikit for 30 Luxe total Salvaging Cancer: 12d6: 34
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Jan 17, 2018 15:19
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