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Scarlet No bullet comes, you can almost feel the slow release of the sniper’s trigger finger as you duck back into cover. Taking another look, more carefully this time, you begin to see bits of the larger picture. Mainly, that the besiegers are mechanized. At least, they’re moving troops around by vehicle. Which means they’re sticking to the high ground. Someone who didn’t mind getting filthy as gently caress could probably make good use of the creeks and mudbogs that criss-cross the swamps outside Waterway. Swim/crawl through the mess, come out where the sentries might not be looking. Vaya Scarlet comes back without anything nasty following her, but she’s a bit twitchy like. You can see the gears turning though, her brain’s working overdrive. And you notice something else. As your boiz start to get ready for the coming day, you notice a certain tension. You situation may be stable in a logistical sense, but you think folks might be cut out for long term waiting. Another day or two, and then they’re going to need to see some action. Yx Glorifikus is a impenetrable tower of ego, outwardly at least. But with a bit of subtly you slip in through a crack in the psychic masonry and dive deep. You see a small pale child, covered in soot from cleaning the many pipes of The Works. The child growing up, twisted and frail. Until they hear the Song, and then master it. Their body straightens, then fills out. Wealth and Power comes to them easily. But always, in the deep dark pits of self-doubt: ‘What if my Voice went away? What if the Song left me?” SKADI and Lombardi Jax-Aimbot peers into Lombardi and SKADI’s face(plate)s, then looks over the shocked and hushed Dox. You both can see a tiny spark of hope go out in her eyes, and she snarls. “Good Faith! More of your moldy words, Saint-of-Trashspeak! You want your Folly-bitch that badly, have her then!” With a casual flip of her wrist, 142 is flying through the air. She bounces of a sculpture of the Prophet before landing heavily. Jax-Aimbot raises her arms to the Dox. “Those of you that are tired of words, to me! We shall throw of the yoke of the Oppressor, even if the Saint refuses to do more than talk!” She turns and ducks through the doorway of the shrine, a few of the more hotblooded members of the congregation making to follow her. Too few to dent your numbers, but enough to cause trouble with whoever they cross.
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Cool-1| Hard+2| Hot+1| Sharp+1| Weird=0 Harm: 3:00| 1-armor | XP: 4/5 | 3 barter machete (3-harm hand messy)| shotgun (3-harm close messy)| 1-armor Gotta appreciate the enthusiasm. But the sort of enthusiasm that makes you rush head first into danger is a bad habit. Let's kill this one in the crib. "With me! Keep in formation! Keep in formation!" I shout as I jump the fence. The first fence-hoppers have the good sense to wait for the rest of us. Good. All that's left to do is close the gap between Waterway and the Stone people as a unified group. quote:Rolling Hard: 2d6+2 Leadership = (4+4)+2 = 10 paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 12:35 on Oct 10, 2018 |
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0:00 | 2-Armor | Cool+3 Hard+1 Hot+1 Sharp=0 Weird=nil | 2-barter | o o o o >> "You can integrate into the world, or you will die," I reply back. "Believe me, I know what you went up there with. I'm impressed with what the Olympos was able to build and rebuild, I truly am. But I also know the reality you're dealing with, too. Your resources are limited. And so you're coming down." I put my hands up, slightly, palms out. "I'm not making threats, don't worry. You have to realize, though, the current Olympos team doesn't know how to survive here. You know who does? The people that live here. Even if you can clear the planet of Giants, if you clear the rest of the planet, your attempts at Reclamation, whatever that is, will fail, just as the previous survival mission failed." That's dry. Clear the rest of the planet, ick. But it's that sort of language I think SKADI will understand. "The Olympos mission was a failed colonization attempt. The people who live there now do not know how to colonize." I don't know any of them, except SKADI, but I know their own origin better than they do. For me? It was a couple of months ago. "You need the people down here to help you. There can be no war."
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0:00 | 2-Armor | Cool+3 Hard+1 Hot+1 Sharp=0 Weird=nil | 2-barter | o o o o >> "And that's all I can ask for. I understand your position. Before, I wasn't in charge. Now it seems I am, by virtue of my survival." I stand, and offer her a handshake. "Please take my message back to your command," and by way of a farewell, I suppose I'll offer this. "Let the Giants be slain."
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Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp+1 Weird-2 | 0:00 Harm | 9:00 Food | Hunger o o o | 2-Armor | XP x o o o o » | 0-Barter Power+3 Agility+2 Massive=2 | 0:00 Damage | 3:00 Charge | 9:00 Ammo I stare at her hand for a moment, before the gesture prompts an old, hazy memory of orientation classes that until now have proven useless. I reach out and grasp her hand, perhaps a bit awkwardly. "Exile ends, Reclamation begins," I reply. "That is how we would say it." I release her hand and pick up my helmet, dogging it closed again. A warning pops up on my HUD, indicating I should take an booster dose of medichines as soon as possible - anti-rad, anti-viral, anti-biotic, anti-toxin, the whole lot.
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Scarlet The command tent goes up in a splash of mud and guts. You can see that they aren’t devolving panic, but they definitely aren't at their full tactical ability. And if on cue, you can hear gunfire to the south. Vaya’s boiz hitting the line. While she’s still outnumbered, the Stonechildren force isn’t going to be able to bring their full strength to bear while their leadership is in chaos. You could help even the odd even farther with the extra grenades, take out a few clumps of soldiers around. Or, and its a big or, you notice that one of the fulltracks has gunned its engine. The armored beast could still do some damage to the Waterway crew by itself. (there’s a small gang [2-harm 1-armor] in the area. The fulltrack is [3-harm messy, 3-armor]) Vaya Your boiz form up quickly, they remember their training. The lot of you surge across the no-man’s land and fall on the Stonechildren’s outer picket as a mass of bullets and pain. And while its looking like there’s some confusion among their ranks, the group in front of you has a good enough sarge to get them formed up. They peer at you over their sandbag emplacements, waiting for you to make your first move. With a loud clunk Ray halts the stomper next to you. Gonegirl leans down from the shoulder seat. “I’m up for barbeque if you’re hungry boss. Just give us the word and Baby will stomp them but gud.!” (The troops in front of you are a medium gang [3-harm 2-armor]) SKADI and Lombardi 142 is waiting for you in the main room SKADI, still being fussed over by Lombardi’s ancient wise-woman. They both look up as you approach, and 142 takes the opportunity to pull herself loose. “I’m ready if you are Knight. Shall we?” From behind her you see the wise-woman give you a nod before she pats 142 on the shoulder and leave. You see that 142’s wraps have been shifted about in struggle or triage, and a icon similar to the hangings on the wall is around your neck. She seems to sense your gaze and quickly tucks it back under her clothes. As SKADI leaves Lombardi, MarMar slips in. She looks both proud and concerned, but whatever she’s about to say is wiped out by the wave of noise that crashes upon the shrine. Its… a very familiar wail, at least to you ‘old lady’. MarMar sinks to her knees in pain, and you can see SKADI and the rest reacting to a lesser extent (your SVARTALFAR warning is almost drowned out by sheer volume). Before you can reach her, MarMar looks up at you, her eyes suddenly clear and… different. She speaks, her words clear despite the noise. "It is time my dear Lombardi. Her gaze falls here, Her mind reaches for Resurrection ."
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Cool +3 | Hard -2 | Hot +1 | Sharp +1 | Weird +1 Harm: 0:00 | XP: 3/5 | Barter: 5 Between the gang and the fulltrack, the fulltrack is obviously the biggest threat. I take another grenade, hurl it into the crowd, and begin running. I make a leap and begin crawling up the tank, making my way towards the hatch. @Scarlet (Heliotrope): 2d6-2 Assault a secure position = (1+5)-2 = 4 I force my way into my enemy's position, and deal 2-harm area but take 2-harm back
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0:00 | 2-Armor | Cool+3 Hard+1 Hot+1 Sharp=0 Weird=nil | 2-barter | o o o o >> Well...poo poo. Guess it's time to begin. Something tells me I'm just along for the ride, at this point. "Ready to rock if you wanna roll," I find myself saying. Can't say I'm not excited, but I sure am apprehensive. There's been a lot of revelations recently. What's another?
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Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp+1 Weird-2 | 0:00 Harm | 9:00 Food | Hunger o o o | 2-Armor | XP x o o o o » | 0-Barter Power+3 Agility+2 Massive=2 | 0:00 Damage | 3:00 Charge | 9:00 Ammo My hand goes to my head, hitting the helmet before I can cover my ear. A new alert flashes on the inside of my faceplate. More of the dark magic of the SVARTALFAR. For a moment I think NJORD has moved early, but no - this is something else. Something reaching out towards Lombardi. But if its effect is broad enough, or if NJORD's instruments detect it, it may yet set his plan in motion. "We go to my brother-knight," I tell 142. "At once." I'm moving before I finish the sentence. The quickest and most direct route - this is not a time for delay. Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 18:44 on Oct 18, 2018 |
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Cool-1| Hard+2| Hot+1| Sharp+1| Weird=0 Harm: 3:00| 1-armor | XP: 5/5 | 3 barter machete (3-harm hand messy)| shotgun (3-harm close messy)| 1-armor We stomp our way through no man's land, our boots on the ground. I can feel the adrenaline pumping, and so can my bois. We're pushing almost as far as the first enemy sandbags. I can almost see the white of their eyes when I hear Gonegirl calling me. Heavy artillery. gently caress yeah, exactly what it takes to push through an encamped enemy like this one. I give her the signal and tell my bois to prepare themselves. "Once Gonegirl's cracked through, we push in, mop up whatever survived the 'thrower and make a push for the main camp." I grin, and they probably can see an hint of ferocity. I'm not going to lie, I find it pretty satisfying to cook these bastards using the weapons they wanted to bring to bear against me. But I mustn't let it get to my head. Not now. Not in front of the troops, especially. quote:Assault a secure position with the stomper = (6+4)+2 = 12
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