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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Wakiza » Wed Feb 18, 2015 2:16 pm

Wakiza wrote:Perception: Original post: 1d20+10 = 29
JiC: Original post: 1d20 = 14 Original post: 1d100 = 16

As he goes down with the chain wielding punk Wak says, "You should have ran kid, now the gloves are off." Wak looks at the kid and smiles while he activates his Telepathic Suggestion (-15 isp) ability and tells the kid, "Run straight home and apologize to your family for your actions!" Wak gets up and starts throwing vicious kicks at the legs of each prospect he comes across. When one goes down he will move to another. "You okay Drake? and you Max?" Though Wak has no doubt both are fine.

Initiative: Original post: 1d20+7 = 18
APM: 7

Action 1: Wak uses Telepathic Suggestion on the chain wielding kid.
Action 2: Wak then moves to the next punk and kicks at his leg. When one drops he move to another. Strike: Original post: 1d20+7 = 26 CRiT Damage: Original post: 2d6+10 = 15 x2= 30

Parries as needed: Original post: 1d20+12 = 31 Original post: 1d20+12 = 28 Original post: 1d20+12 = 21 Original post: 1d20+12 = 27 Original post: 1d20+12 = 20 Original post: 1d20+12 = 25 Original post: 1d20+12 = 22

Dodges as needed: Original post: 1d20+13 = 28 Original post: 1d20+13 = 33 Original post: 1d20+13 = 32 Original post: 1d20+13 = 23 Original post: 1d20+13 = 14 Original post: 1d20+13 = 27 Original post: 1d20+13 = 30


Michael Maxwell wrote: "Wak, I need a little back up here. Two of these gang bangers just went supernatural on my ass."

Wak hears Max call for assistance, Hmm must be serious if Max is calling for help. Wak nods, "On my way!" While he moves to intercept the gangers on Max, Wak will pull Derilian from his scabbard and move in on the Ganger that just threw a hoverbike. "Now, now fellas two on one isn't very nice, but then again I'm not very nice either." Wak concentrates his basic combat awareness on the other the Ganger he is not engaging with.

Action 3: Move to intercept the gangers and pull Derilian from his scabbard.
Action 4: Strike the ganger with his Dark Rune Sword. Strike: 1d20+11 = 23 Damage: 6d6 = 21
Action 5: Strike the ganger with his Dark Rune Sword. Strike: 1d20+11 = 27 Damage: 6d6 = 17
Action 6: Strike the ganger with his Dark Rune Sword. Strike: 1d20+11 = 12 Damage: 6d6 = 25
Action 7: Strike the ganger with his Dark Rune Sword. Strike: 1d20+11 = 12 Damage: 6d6 = 20

Parries and dodges as above. (Derilian can parry energy blasts at a -6 to his parry)
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P.P.E.: 30/30
I.S.P.: 54/115
H.P.: 74/74
S.D.C.: 110/110
MDC from Psychic Body Field: 90/90 (Not Active)

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Advanced Combat Awareness
Sixth Sense (2)
Character is Very Difficult to See w/ Thermal (see Zen Combat, Naruni & Stalker armor)

Armor
NE-BA-26 Modified Special Body Armor
M.D.C. by Location
• Main Body: 103/103; Force Field: 75
• Helmet: 57; Arms: 46 each; • Legs: 57 each
• Masks Infrared & Thermal Emissions (Only 1-25% chance of showing up a thermal scan, even if deteced scan will be unclear)
• Kinetic Dampening & Cushioning System [1/2 Damage from Explosions, High Spd Impacts (rail guns, arrows, bullets)]
• 1/2 Damage from MD Fire/Heat/Plasma (Magic Included)
• Language Translator (American, Dragonese, Euro, French, Spanish, Techno-Can, Demongogian & Chinese)
• PPE Battery: 80 / 100

NG Stalker Suit (under clothes and armor) - 12/12 MDC
• Thermal detection systems suffer a penalty of -20% to the Read Sensory Equipment skill.

Cyber Armor Regenerates 1d6 mdc/hr
A.R.: 17, Main Body: 73, Upper Legs: 21 each, Forearms: 16 each, Shoulders: 14 each, Back/Shoulder Plate: 21 each

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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Brianna Clarke » Sun Feb 22, 2015 3:18 pm

Perception: 1d20 = 10
JIC: 1d20 = 2, 1d100 = 46
Initiative: 1d20+3 = 20
APM: 5

Conditions
I.S.P. Multiplier: 33/68 (x4)
Intuitive Combat - Duration: 1 melee rounds
Bonuses: +3 to initiative, +1 to strike, +1 to parry, +4 to dodge, +4 to pull punch, +2 to roll with punch, fall or impact, +2 to disarm. Can't be caught by surprise even by attacks from behind or from long range. +10% to all abilities provided by acrobatics or gymnastics as well as +10% to climb and swimming.

Brianna is glad that her plan to steal the baseball bat had worked. Now she had a non-lethal weapon to defend herself with. 'Glad I'm not as easy to take down as they thought I would be.' Brianna thinks to herself with some satisfaction. Brianna glares at the other thug and says, "Give up now and you won't be hurt anymore." Assuming his answer is to decline or to attack her, Brianna swings the bat at the closest attacker, doing her best to avoid any attacks that come her way.

If, at any point, Brianna's attacker is out of the fight, Brianna will look around and attempt to help members of her team by swinging the bat at the closest Horseman who is attacking a member of AAPS.

Actions
1. Brianna swings her baseball bat at the closest thug, hoping to put him out of the fight. Strike: 1d20+3 = 11, Damage, if hit: 1d6 = 3
2. Reserved for dodge, if needed. 1d20+7 = 8
3. Brianna swings her baseball bat at the closest thug, hoping to put him out of the fight. Strike: 1d20+3 = 16, Damage, if hit: 1d6 = 5
4. Reserved for dodge, if needed. 1d20+7 = 8
5. Brianna swings her baseball bat at the closest thug, hoping to put him out of the fight. Strike: 1d20+3 = 12, Damage, if hit: 1d6 = 5

Auto-parry, if needed.
1. 1d20+4 = 13
2. 1d20+4 = 16
3. 1d20+4 = 24 (nat 20!)
4. 1d20+4 = 20
5. 1d20+4 = 7
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Molo » Sun Feb 22, 2015 7:01 pm

Per: 1d20-7 = -2
JIC: 1d20 = 20 | 1d100 = 21

Conditions: Iron Hide: 77 MDC, 40 minutes; Raptor Tomahawk: 2d6MD, 10 minutes, Telepathy: 8 minutes.

Molo snarls at the undercover defender while sending a telepathic message, Molo will strike, must fall now. He follows with a convincing leaping punch, but holds back full strength. After the man goes down (assuming he does), Molo turns his attention to the two 'Full Patch' members, seeing them deliver powerful blows to the robot-man that has come to their aid. He rolls forward and does his best to deliver a sneak attack to the nearest one from behind.

Action 1: Telepathic message
Action 2: Pulled punch at undercover defender. Strike: 1d20 = 6, pull punch: 1d20+5 = 12, damage: 1d6 = 2
Forgot to add strike bonus: +7
Action 3: prowl/move to nearest full patch from behind. 1d100 = 30/73%
Action 4: Tomohawk strike: 1d20+7 = 24, damage 2d6 = 2MD
Action 5: Tomohawk strike: 1d20+7 = 18, damage 2d6 = 6MD
Action 6: Tomohawk strike: 1d20+7 = 18, damage 2d6 = 6MD

Parries: 1d20+10 = 22, 1d20+10 = 17, 1d20+10 = 13, 1d20+10 = 17, 1d20+10 = 16, 1d20+10 = 21
Autododges (should a hovercyle come his way): 1d20+8 = 9, 1d20+8 = 27, 1d20+8 = 15, 1d20+8 = 19, 1d20+8 = 19, 1d20+8 = 20,
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Beanpole » Sun Feb 22, 2015 9:58 pm

Perception 1d20+1 = 5
JIC 1d20 = 8
JIC 1d100 = 26

Initiative 1d20+1 = 4



It is well and truly a brawl now. Any semblance of one-on-one fighting has gone by the wayside, so Beanpole must now spread his awareness across the whole battle. His ineffective blows against the multitudes indicate a lack of focus. He brings himself briefly back to center, getting his bearings on the complex melee unfolding around him. Then he lashes out, darting in and fading back, a quick kick here, jab there. He's an opportunist, relying mostly on his long legs to keep assailants at bay, but adapting quickly if they close to smack them hard in the gob with a powerful hook or uppercut. The combat maneuvers take on a slightly different rhythm, each punch and kick is slightly separated from each other, he's not achieved the fluid continuity of strikes he has against a single opponent when facing a (in this case, literal) gang of assailants. But he has trained for these scenarios, but practice and actual use are different beasts entirely. He does his best, putting all his skill into each blow, all his strength and speed. Calmly though, not a rage monster, he keeps it even. Keeping it focused.

He quickly looks at his comrades and the other combatants, whom he doesn't know but seem to be intent on harming the Horsemen. They're not a concern for now, focus on the gangers. When he gets a small pause, he asks Ecks, "Ya'll know them there fellas?" He's glad to see the rest of AAPS holding their own, no one seems in need of help and that means he can stay focused on his group, a relief.

But there's a part to all this that is seriously bothering him. If these guys are here to get beat down, aren't we doing just what they want? It's hard to think about something that abstract when fists and axe handles are flying at your face, so Bean can't quite come up with a solution, not even distill it down to a few short words to communicate with his team. Bean would use the word "consternation" to describe his current state, although he'd probably say "I reckin' I'm plum consternated"



Combat Summary:
Attacks per Melee: 6

Actions:
1. Karate Kick nearest goon: 1d20+3 = 11 ; damage:2d6 = 6
2. Karate Kick nearest goon: 1d20+3 = 5 ; damage:2d6 = 6
3. Karate Punch nearest goon: 1d20+3 = 15 ; damage:2d4 = 3
4. Karate Kick nearest goon: 1d20+3 = 5 ; damage:2d6 = 5
5. Karate Kick nearest goon: 1d20+3 = 9 ; damage:2d6 = 12
6. Karate Punch nearest goon: 1d20+3 = 12 ; damage:2d4 = 3

Parries (if needed):
1. 1d20+6 = 20
2. 1d20+6 = 19
3. 1d20+6 = 17
4. 1d20+6 = 17
5. 1d20+6 = 19
6. 1d20+6 = 11

Roll w/ impact (if needed):
1. 1d20+4 = 9
2. 1d20+4 = 9
3. 1d20+4 = 8
4. 1d20+4 = 11
5. 1d20+4 = 17
6. 1d20+4 = 6
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HP: 17/17 :: SDC: 14/27 :: P.P.E.: 26/50

Urban Warrior Body Armor
• Helmet: 35
• Arms: 16 each
• Legs: 30 each
• Main Body: 50

Modifiers: -5% movement penalty

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Range: 500'
Damage: 3D6 per single blast or 6D6 per double blast
Rate of Fire: Single shots only
Payload: 8/8 double shots (Standard E-Clip)
Modifiers: +2 to Strike with an aimed shot


NG-57 Heavy Duty Ion Blaster (Shoulder Holster)
Range: 500'
Damage: 2D4 M.D. or 3D6 M.D.
Rate of Fire: single shots only
Payload: 10/10 (Standard E-clip)


Vibro-Knife (Utility Belt)
Damage: 1D6 M.D.

Survival knife (in boot)
Damage: 1d6 SDC

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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Ecks » Mon Feb 23, 2015 8:03 am

Perception: 1d20+5 = 15
JIC: 1d20 = 18/1d100 = 51%
Pilot Hovercraft: 1d100 = 89/98%, 1d100 = 85/98%

Ecks look on in dismay as the hovercycle gets tossed. "Whoa! That's a problem." he says to Bean. "I guess they decided to step in."

He looks around quickly, noting each member of the team. Looks like they're holding their own. Need to get those big guys down.

He aims another kick at the prospect who rolled away, hoping to send him back further. As soon as he has enough room, Ecks jumps on one of the hoverbikes. Looking over at one of the prospects he shouts "Mind if I borrow this?" and throttles it up, steering for the full patcher who hurled the other hoverbike. At the last second as the full patcher is between his handlebars, Ecks leaps off and rolls.

APM:7 (w/gladius)
Action 1:kick (power attack): 1d20+4 = 21; Damage 1d8+6 = 9
Action 2: Get on nearest hoverbike
Action 3:start hoverbike (if it's not running)
Action 4:race towards full patcher 1d20+4 = 8
Action 5-6: Ram full patcher. (no idea what bonus to use, so just using base) 1d20+4 = 19 damage (not sure, mainly going for knockdown)
Action 7: Dodge 1d20+5 = 19

Parries if needed: 1d20+5 = 8,1d20+5 = 18,1d20+5 = 10,1d20+5 = 14,1d20+5 = 16,1d20+5 = 17,1d20+5 = 17
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S.D.C. 36/30

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Combat Trench Coat:17/36
Mantooth Dessication Bullets 6 Rounds/2d6 S.D.C. pistol whip
NG-45LP 5D6+5 M.D.C 12/12 charges long e-clip
Vibro Knife: 1D6 M.D.C. Dmg.

NG-V7 main body 492/492 M.D.

Sled main body 110/110
force field 285/285
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Drake » Mon Feb 23, 2015 1:34 pm

Perception: 1d20+5 = 25
Just in Case: 1d20 = 1/1d100 = 48
Condition: None.

Initiative: 1d20+4 = 6
Number of Attacks: 7

Action One: Respond to Wakiza, Karate Kick Prospect attacking Brianna in the Head. (Strike: 1d20 = 15/Damage: 2d6+8 = 19)
Action Two: Smile at Brianna, Karate Punch Prospect. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 4/Damage: 2d4+8 = 11)
Action Three: Disarm Prospect. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 6)
Action Four: Body Flip/Throw Prospect. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 9/Damage: 1d6+8 = 14)
Action Five: Karate Punch Prospect. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 5/Damage: 2d4+8 = 15)
Action Six: Karate Kick Prospect. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 12/Damage: 2d6+8 = 14)
Action Seven: Karate Punch Prospect. (Strike: 1d20+2 = 16/Damage: 2d4+8 = 13)

Parry with Knife as needed: 1d20+8 = 10, 1d20+8 = 12, 1d20+8 = 25, 1d20+8 = 27, 1d20+8 = 28, 1d20+8 = 19,1d20+8 = 23.

Drake barely hears Wakiza ask about his well being. "I'm good!" He responds before attempting to boot the Prospect harassing Brianna in the head. Drake smiles cheerily at Brianna as he proceeds to punch at the prospect. "Not nice to pick on ladies." Drake tries to take his weapon from him before making an attempt to flip the prospect and beat on him. "Stay down it's better for you."
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Tyrannosapiens Rex » Wed Mar 04, 2015 1:58 am

The Big Finale

As hovercycles go flying the dynamic of the entire brawl changes.

Wazika manages to send one prospect fleeing with a glance, and kicks the leg out of another before running to his teammate's aid. Wazika's first few swings connect with a hard invisible barrier inches from the Horseman. Then somehow Wazika loses his grip on his sword and it goes flying!

Molo's faked punch accomplishes little more good than the Defender simply falling down. Molo's swing hit nothing but air, and there was an unfortunate delay before the Defender faked flying through the air. Nobody else seemed to notice and Molo moves to attack the fallen full-patch. The tiny fury begins cutting the tall-folk down to size.

Ecks manages to get a little elbow room and makes his move, breaking the prospects leg in the process. Unfortunately, this ends up leaving Beanpole's back exposed. Overwhelmed by all five remaining opponents, the Glitter Boy pilot goes down under a mass of flesh, but not without inflicting more wounds on the prospects. One more falls clutching side, leaving the only four active. (Pinned!)

Brianna and Drake quickly take down the only prospect standing on their side of the fight and both move to attacking the dogpile atop Beanpole.

Maxwell leaps in the nick of time, as the Horseman leaves a foot-deep dent in the building he was standing near. His first shot hits an invisible barrier a few inches from the Horseman's face. Before Maxwell gets his second shot off, Wazika, armed with a sword, gets directly into Maxwell's field of fire. Maxwell ends up leaping to avoid Wazika's sword as it comes flying at him when he loses his grip. Then a hovercycle flies into the melee and people and vehicles again go flying everywhere.

Ecks doesn't really know how to pilot hovercycles, you see. He could do it in good conditions, but it's not a hovercar or the Sled. So he manages to plow into the Horseman, and sends him flying. Unfortunately, he flies off the hovercycle at that point and flies directly at one of the good Samaritan mercs. Wazika is able to avoid the flying Operator, barely. Ecks comes to a stop when he smashes the window of an approaching Defender's hovercar, and winds up in the Defender's lap. (-18 M.D.C. Main Body Armor, -4 M.D.C. Head Armor, -16 S.D.C.)

The hovercycle, still somehow stuck on throttle careens wildly down the sidewalk before hitting a tree, getting twigs in the air intake, and spitting out the turbines out the hoverjets as shrapnel. The horseman is out cold on the ground 25 feet away, having landed head first.

All semblance of fight has left the Horsemen at this point, and both Prospects and full patches who aren't too injured are making best effort to run away.

(Nobody in this fight is dumb, or a newb. I will trust you all to accurately calculate your wounds.)

(Combat is over, unless you're chasing down the remaining prospects and the fleeing full-patch. Or putting to sword the wounded.)
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Drake » Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:14 am

Perception: 1d20+5 = 18
Just in Case: 1d20 = 9/1d100 = 57
Conditions: None.


Drake looks at the mess of bodies laying around before realizing Eck's was laying in the driving compartment of the Defender's cruiser. Drake makes his way over to the vehicle and helps extract Ecks and the Defender if he needs it. "That was different." Once Drake is sure Ecks is okay, he moves to the fallen prospects. What to do with them... Drake grabs the prospect whom Drake had broken multiple ribs on and pulls his leather vest/jacket off. "You're getting off lightly, normally I'd have killed even a boy like you." Drake moves towards the fallen Neural Mace and picks it up off of the ground. "Handy item, anyone mind if I keep it?" I could totally learn to wield a mace, it can't be that hard. Drake suddenly remembers Wakiza and his friend. Damn it I may have to explain things a bit more quickly then I like to. Drake makes his way to Wakiza. "Good to see you're alive Blackhoof, though your sword work apparently still needs work." Drake says with an all to rare smile on his face.
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P.P.E.: 27/27
I.S.P.: 31/31
Cyber-Armor A.R.: 16
M.D.C. by Location:
Shoulders (2): 11 each, Back/Shoulder Blades (2): 18 each, Forearms (2): 13 each, Thighs/Upper Legs (2): 18 each, Chest Plate: 58/58.
Temporary Conditions: None.
Armor:
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Chris Nicholson » Fri Mar 06, 2015 12:53 pm

Per: 1d20+6 = 15 (+3 more when dealing with hearing or smell, +2 more if dealing with taste or vision in darkness)
JIC: 1d100 = 74/1d20 = 7

Chris finally makes his way into the spokes, the area in which he was told had pizza. He knew he had to make some cash but he was low on fuel, and he didn't know when his next meal will be. He saw a few people running away, they looked like gang bangers from his own time. Course, even alien worlds have gangs.

He easily side steps one but then intentionally bumps into another. "Hey, watch it you fuck." Internally, Chris realizes he forgot to put his filter on his mouth, which means like any good jarhead, you never know what could come out. He mentally prepares himself for whatever may come. "Can't you see me walking here? What the hell you doing?"
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby SNAFU » Sat Mar 07, 2015 1:47 pm

Roughnecks when finished, go here:

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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Michael Maxwell » Sat Mar 07, 2015 3:26 pm

Perception: 1d20+2 = 15
JIC: 1d20 = 19 / 1d100 = 53

Tyrannosapiens Rex wrote:Maxwell leaps in the nick of time, as the Horseman leaves a foot-deep dent in the building he was standing near. His first shot hits an invisible barrier a few inches from the Horseman's face. Before Maxwell gets his second shot off, Wazika, armed with a sword, gets directly into Maxwell's field of fire. Maxwell ends up leaping to avoid Wazika's sword as it comes flying at him when he loses his grip. Then a hovercycle flies into the melee and people and vehicles again go flying everywhere.


Ducking and dodging, his own teammate, Maxwell really doesn't do much but distract the gang banger long enough for one of the other mercenaries to ram him with a hover cycle. Seeing it all go down the old headhunter can't help but smirk.

What goes around comes around mister falcon.

With the gang bangers fleeing the scene Maxwell turns his attention to helping round up those dumb enough, or damaged enough, not to get away. Between the merc company and the Defenders these kids were in for a world of interrogation hurt. Doing his best to avoid necessary movements on his dislocated joint Maxwell lets his arm hang loosely by his side, only moving gingerly when needed. As things close down he eyes the entrance to the pizza joint but making contacts was part of the business. Checking the unit patch of one of the mercs his grins and extends his good hand.

"Mike Maxwell, Roughnecks." He points to the patch, "AAPS eh? What's that stand for? Judging by the way you handled those guys it must mean, All Assholes Prosecuted Severely."

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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Beanpole » Sat Mar 07, 2015 9:21 pm

Perception 1d20+1 = 18
JIC 1d20 = 10
JIC 1d100 = 24

Initiative 1d20+3 = 12



Beanpole stands up and watches the Horsemen flee, a nagging feeling they may have done more harm then good. He knows, despite his years in the field, he is simply not a runner and has no hope of catching the fleeing gangers. He surveys in detail the area for the first time, and it shocked to see the damage. He's even more surprised when he sees the state of Ecks! He dashes over to help rescue the operator. "Mr. Drake, I reckin' you's dead right 'bout that, ain't seen it done that way 'fore." Bean nods to Drake. "Ain't sees no reason ya'll kin't have it. We done loot every battlefield, I reckin' that's jes life."

Lacking any sort of clear action, Bean reaches out his hand to Maxwell, "Folks call me Beanpole. I reckin' it's double-A Professional Services. Someone said the double-A got us listed first, I ain't known if that's true or not, nor even certain what we supposed to be listed in. Them there Horsemen, they gots them a special kind of consternation over us. We're just outside of town, big warehouse, if'n ya'll ever want some vittles without these ne'r do wells around, right appreciate the help."

When the rest of AAPS is more or less on their feet, Bean takes of his helmet and says, "Ya'll, I do reckin' we got some mighty fine pizza still inside. I do indeed have a hankerin, and I aim to head back in there. Could use another glass of milk too."
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Urban Warrior Body Armor
• Helmet: 35
• Arms: 16 each
• Legs: 30 each
• Main Body: 50

Modifiers: -5% movement penalty

Weapons:
Wilk's 237 "Backup" (Hip Holster)
Range: 500'
Damage: 3D6 per single blast or 6D6 per double blast
Rate of Fire: Single shots only
Payload: 8/8 double shots (Standard E-Clip)
Modifiers: +2 to Strike with an aimed shot


NG-57 Heavy Duty Ion Blaster (Shoulder Holster)
Range: 500'
Damage: 2D4 M.D. or 3D6 M.D.
Rate of Fire: single shots only
Payload: 10/10 (Standard E-clip)


Vibro-Knife (Utility Belt)
Damage: 1D6 M.D.

Survival knife (in boot)
Damage: 1d6 SDC

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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Brianna Clarke » Sat Mar 07, 2015 11:34 pm

Perception: 1d20 = 3
JIC: 1d20 = 7, 1d100 = 72

Conditions
I.S.P. Multiplier: 33/68 (x4)

Brianna breathes a sigh of relief when they appear to have finished the fight. She doesn't chase down any of the Horseman who are healthy enough to run away and, instead, twirls the baseball that she had taken from one of them. "I think I'll keep this." Brianna mutters to no one in particular. Looking around, Brianna takes stock of the condition of the rest of her teammates and, if it looks like someone needs healing, she will head over to them and asks, Are you ok? I can help heal some of your injuries, if you'd like?"

As she waits for a response, Brianna looks over at the newcomers who had helped them with the fight. Brianna isn't sure if Wakiza will remember her from when they met on Eyelor, but says "I'm Brianna." Brianna turns to Wakiza and says, "We met back when I was part of Explorers Inc and my old group and the Roughnecks met up on Eyelor." A thought occurs to Brianna and she asks, "Is Will still part of the team?" A small smile appears when it is confirmed that Will is still with the Roughnecks and adds,"Could you please tell him that Brianna says 'Hi'?"

(OOC: this is if Bri notices Chris approaching. If not, then just the above paragraphs apply)
Brianna hears someone swearing and looks over in the direction that it's coming from. Seeing Chris, Brianna's eyes widen in shock and she takes an involuntary step back and it's clear that Brianna thinks she's looking at a ghost. Kyle? Brianna wonders to herself. Could it really be him? Whoever this was looked almost identical to Kyle, except Kyle hadn't been so short. Unable to stop herself, Brianna calls out, "Kyle? Is that you?"
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Wakiza » Sun Mar 08, 2015 1:31 pm

Perception 1d20+10 = 14
Jic 1d20 = 1 1d100 = 32

Wak winces as the sword goes flying from his grip and is relieved when Max dodges said sword. Whew! "Sorry about that Max." He watches the gangers run off and considers pursuit but, This is a job for the defenders, not us. "You okay Max?"

Drake wrote: Drake makes his way to Wakiza. "Good to see you're alive Blackhoof, though your sword work apparently still needs work." Drake says with an all to rare smile on his face.

Wak laughs, "Yea, yea, I seem to remember a story that was told about you pointing a loaded wilk's rifle at Lord Coake at the shooting range when you were a recruit. At least I only scratched Sir Tal's Cyber armor!" He winks, "Good to see you again my friend. Seems you are still making friends as easily as ever!" Damn he looks like he has been rode hard and put away wet a multitude of times. If I remember right he was younger than I, and here he is looking 15 to 20 years older. His voice lowers a bit, "I heard you left the Tolkeen's service a might early as well. I don't know what happen to you, but I couldn't stomach the path their leaders were taking. I lost my head and damn near took Sir Rigeld's head for starting me on that path. Have you been back to the monastery since the war ended? I haven't been able to bring myself to go." Wak's volume increases, "This banged up old warhorse is my XO Michael Maxwell."

Brianna Clarke wrote: Brianna isn't sure if Wakiza will remember her from when they met on Eyelor, but says "I'm Brianna." Brianna turns to Wakiza and says, "We met back when I was part of Explorers Inc and my old group and the Roughnecks met up on Eyelor." A thought occurs to Brianna and she asks, "Is Will still part of the team?" A small smile appears when it is confirmed that Will is still with the Roughnecks and adds,"Could you please tell him that Brianna says 'Hi'?"


Wak nods when he sees Brianna, "Of course I remember the beautiful Lady Brianna, though some days I wish I could forget about our little adventure on Eyelor. Yes, Will is still a part of the Roughnecks and I will absolutely tell him that you said hello. So what brought you to be with this team anyway? Are the Explorers still around?"
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P.P.E.: 30/30
I.S.P.: 54/115
H.P.: 74/74
S.D.C.: 110/110
MDC from Psychic Body Field: 90/90 (Not Active)

Constant Effects
Advanced Combat Awareness
Sixth Sense (2)
Character is Very Difficult to See w/ Thermal (see Zen Combat, Naruni & Stalker armor)

Armor
NE-BA-26 Modified Special Body Armor
M.D.C. by Location
• Main Body: 103/103; Force Field: 75
• Helmet: 57; Arms: 46 each; • Legs: 57 each
• Masks Infrared & Thermal Emissions (Only 1-25% chance of showing up a thermal scan, even if deteced scan will be unclear)
• Kinetic Dampening & Cushioning System [1/2 Damage from Explosions, High Spd Impacts (rail guns, arrows, bullets)]
• 1/2 Damage from MD Fire/Heat/Plasma (Magic Included)
• Language Translator (American, Dragonese, Euro, French, Spanish, Techno-Can, Demongogian & Chinese)
• PPE Battery: 80 / 100

NG Stalker Suit (under clothes and armor) - 12/12 MDC
• Thermal detection systems suffer a penalty of -20% to the Read Sensory Equipment skill.

Cyber Armor Regenerates 1d6 mdc/hr
A.R.: 17, Main Body: 73, Upper Legs: 21 each, Forearms: 16 each, Shoulders: 14 each, Back/Shoulder Plate: 21 each

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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Ecks » Mon Mar 09, 2015 6:33 am

Perception: 1d20+5 = 19
JIC: 1d20 = 4/1d100 = 82

Looking back as Bean is dog piled, he only hopes that the next action will be an overall boon rather than a detriment. As he accelerates the hoverbike, he has just time to ponder I really need to get better acquainted with these things before colliding with the full-patcher. Panic sets in as he sees the consequences of the collision play out in slow motion. Arms raised he twists his airborne body trying to avoid his sudden ally. With small relief as he sails by, he now grimaces with the oncoming windshield.

"Woooahh!"

Waiting for the world to stop moving, he looks around to access the situation. He looks up at the Defender. "You alright?" ((assuming he is more or less)) "Sorry about that officer. Didn't expect to wind up here... obviously."

Groaning as Bean pulls him from the windshield, Ecks just laughs, groaning again with the pain of bruises and abrasions evident now that he is moving more. Though he tells no one else, he is having fun. The row has shaken off the frustration of the failures out east and at least for a bit, the gruesome death of his friend. In this case the pain is a salve, rather than a burden.

"AAPS eh? What's that stand for? Judging by the way you handled those guys it must mean, All Assholes Prosecuted Severely."


"Bean has the right of it. Any advantage in a tough market, though it seems as if we've got more business than what's likely good for us. This is Bean, I'm Ecks. I'm guessing you know Drake already. Over there is Brianna and the little one is Molo." He says, pointing to each member in turn.

He turns to hear the cursing, expecting to see another gang banger and instead seeing the newcomer. "Friend of yours?" he asks, not familiar with the man.
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Combat Trench Coat:17/36
Mantooth Dessication Bullets 6 Rounds/2d6 S.D.C. pistol whip
NG-45LP 5D6+5 M.D.C 12/12 charges long e-clip
Vibro Knife: 1D6 M.D.C. Dmg.

NG-V7 main body 492/492 M.D.

Sled main body 110/110
force field 285/285
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Molo » Mon Mar 09, 2015 7:45 am

Per: 1d20-7 = 7
JIC: 1d20 = 7 | 1d100 = 75

Conditions: Iron Hide: 77 MDC, 40 minutes; Raptor Tomahawk: 2d6MD, 10 minutes, Telepathy: 8 minutes.

Molo is disappointed when the fight is over. It is the only thing he has enjoyed since coming to this wretched city. Once the full patch is crumpled over on the ground, he is half tempted to piss on him, a common M'Raghiile action when teaching a beaten foe humility. But he isn't sure how this will be received by his new tribe, and decides instead to just sit on him. "Molo wants this one!" he shouts to the group, claiming the battered man as though he were a prize. From his squatting position on the man's chest, he begins to rifle through pockets, slipping anything interesting (a wallet, papers, cell phones or other electronic gizmos) into his shoulder bag, not even paying attention to what they might be. If the full patch so much as squeeks, Molo berates him with a series of aggressive but un-damaging overhand face slaps. "No talking!" Any threatening movement is met with the razor sharp dino claw tomahawk held an inch from the Horseman's face. "THINK stupid man! Molo cut you in half. No cares nothing about you." His voice drips with venom as he snarls through a set of sharp canine teeth. His claim is true, if they were in the wilderness, Molo would kill the man without a second thought. Molo decides to take the man's leather jacket as well, patches and all. "This make poor trophy. Molo rather take stupid man's ears, but no think Chieftan Ecks approve." He sniffs the jacket. "Is ugly and smelly. But make good for cleaning up horse poops." This isn't looting to Molo, he is only taking trophies that he is due, along with a healthy dose of insults. During the process, he uses his new-found ability to read the man's thoughts, hoping that in anger the Horseman projects some thoughts with useful information.

Chieftan Ecks wrote:"This is Bean, I'm Ecks. I'm guessing you know Drake already. Over there is Brianna and the little one is Molo."
Hearing his name, Molo's ears perk up and he turns to Max and Wakiza. More humans. So many humans. Molo gives a curt nod to the two of them in greeting. "Molo is Great Shaman of AAPS Tribe. You be friends with Drake-Man?" The squirrel man scampers over to Drake, reaching up to rest a hand on Drake's arm almost protectively. Its a little silly looking.

When he hears Bean suggest they head back inside for more pizza, Molo shrugs. This pizza stuff is terrible, but I see nothing else here that must be done. He follows Bean back inside.
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Chris Nicholson » Mon Mar 09, 2015 11:09 am

(Rolls carried over)

Chris goes to grab the guy who knocked him over by the leg (Strike: 1d20+4 = 24 HOLY MOTHER!) and upon grabbing him, drags his ass towards where he was running from. "Scuze me? This guy seemed to be in a hurry. He causing trouble? Now, despite that he looks like Nathan Fillion, his back looks all snarled and beat up. That's when he heard his brother's name.

Kyle? How... Then it hit him, his brother's scent. For years he's lived with the guy, his scent could be recognized no matter how long it was since he smelled it (and to him, it was only about 10 days ago). Chris casually tosses the captured guy towards Bean and moves towards Brianna, the woman who called him Kyle. Anyone close by can hear him sniffing like a dog as he approached. He gets up real close to her and sniffs. "You have my brother's scent on you. How do you know my brother and where is he?"

Autododge: 1d20 = 18 in case that bat starts swinging.
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Drake » Mon Mar 09, 2015 6:25 pm

((Rolls Carried Over))

Beanpole wrote: "Mr. Drake, I reckin' you's dead right 'bout that, ain't seen it done that way 'fore." Bean nods to Drake. "Ain't sees no reason ya'll kin't have it. We done loot every battlefield, I reckin' that's jes life."


Drake shrugs and clips the Mace to his utility belt. "Suppose it is Bean, Suppose it is."

Wakiza wrote:"Yea, yea, I seem to remember a story that was told about you pointing a loaded wilk's rifle at Lord Coake at the shooting range when you were a recruit. At least I only scratched Sir Tal's Cyber armor!" He winks, "Good to see you again my friend. Seems you are still making friends as easily as ever!"


Drake give Wakiza a look before grinning slightly. "Yeah it was something like that."

Wakiza wrote:His voice lowers a bit, "I heard you left the Tolkeen's service a might early as well. I don't know what happen to you, but I couldn't stomach the path their leaders were taking. I lost my head and damn near took Sir Rigeld's head for starting me on that path. Have you been back to the monastery since the war ended? I haven't been able to bring myself to go."


Drake shakes his head and quietly replies. "Too many monsters, lost myself there in Tolkeen. No I haven't been back at all, doesn't seem right after the disrespect I showed him."

Wakiza wrote:Wak's volume increases, "This banged up old warhorse is my XO Michael Maxwell."


"Nice to meet you Maxwell, wish it could have been on better terms."

When Molo goes to claim a fallen prospect as a trophy, Drake shakes his head. "Molo, that would be an awful idea. Take his patch, that s where his power lies. The man is worthless as a prize."

Molo wrote:"Molo is Great Shaman of AAPS Tribe. You be friends with Drake-Man?"


Drake again shakes his head. He is one strange little critter.

Drake eyes the hunchback approaching Brianna. "It's not nice to sniff people without their permission. Apologize and ask your questions more politely. I have little patience with nonsense today." Drake puts a hand on the hilt of his newly acquired Neural Mace as emphasis to his request.
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P.P.E.: 27/27
I.S.P.: 31/31
Cyber-Armor A.R.: 16
M.D.C. by Location:
Shoulders (2): 11 each, Back/Shoulder Blades (2): 18 each, Forearms (2): 13 each, Thighs/Upper Legs (2): 18 each, Chest Plate: 58/58.
Temporary Conditions: None.
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Armoured M.D.C. Sharp Duster MDC: 28/28
Streetwolf M.D.C. Combat pants M.D.C.: 8/8
NG Gloves M.D.C.: 2/2
NG Track Boots M.D.C.: 6/6
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Brianna Clarke » Tue Mar 10, 2015 10:44 am

Perception: 1d20 = 3
JIC: 1d20 = 4, 1d100 = 33

Conditions
I.S.P. Multiplier: 33/68 (x4)

Wak nods when he sees Brianna, "Of course I remember the beautiful Lady Brianna, though some days I wish I could forget about our little adventure on Eyelor. Yes, Will is still a part of the Roughnecks and I will absolutely tell him that you said hello. So what brought you to be with this team anyway? Are the Explorers still around?"


Brianna smiles, happy to hear that Wakiza did remember her. She seems a little surprised when he refers to her as beautiful and blushes a little. ”I know what you mean.” Brianna says, referring to their little adventure on Eylor.”[/b] When she’s asked about why she’s with AAPS, Brianna says, ”I asked the Explorers team for some time off and they let me take all the time off I wanted by firing me.” Brianna smirks, ”I ran into these guys outside of town and kind of got pulled into what was going on." Nodding, Brianna replies, “Explorers are still around as far as I know.” Brianna shrugs, ”I haven’t really talked to anyone on the team since I was fired.”

Kyle? How... Then it hit him, his brother's scent. For years he's lived with the guy, his scent could be recognized no matter how long it was since he smelled it (and to him, it was only about 10 days ago). Chris casually tosses the captured guy towards Bean and moves towards Brianna, the woman who called him Kyle. Anyone close by can hear him sniffing like a dog as he approached. He gets up real close to her and sniffs. "You have my brother's scent on you. How do you know my brother and where is he?"


Brianna looks uneasy as Not-Kyle creepily walks up to her sniffing as he approached. She is a bit surprised to hear that Kyle had a brother, but then realizes that there hadn’t been a lot of time for them to talk, what with trying to stay alive. Brianna doesn’t hit Not-Kyle with the bat, but she does back up instinctively, trying to put distance between the two of them and she moves the bat so it’s in the way of the two of them. ”What do you mean I have his scent on me?” Brianna looks genuinely confused and more than a little uncomfortable as she adds, ”Kyle w.. is my friend. I don’t know where he is. He just vanished. I haven’t been able to find him.”
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Chris Nicholson » Wed Mar 11, 2015 10:05 am

(Rolls carried over)

Chris continues to sniff the air, "Sorry, haven't eaten in a few days. Ate some sort of creature, looked like a rhino with fur. Uber Large. Smell of pizza just caught my attention. Chris studies the body language and realizes that in this world, well any world, having some hunchback walking towards them sniffing the air was probably bad. Chris takes a step back, hoping to put her at ease. He ignores the other guy. Frankly because he does not matter. This was about gathering intelligence. "How well do you know my brother? You don't look like Danielle, a step up yeah, but that's just my opinion.

He could still see the look of confusion before he continues, "He didn't tell you about me? The screw up? How about the Twins, Amy and Feldt? His Girlfriend?" Chris lets out a laugh, "Of course he didn't. He was too busy trying to get into your pants probably. That dog. Course he always had a thing for blondes."

"Vanished? He's probably ducking me, owes me 20 bucks for last week's Patriots game. He kept saying the L.A. Chargers would win. Course, last week is now all relative. Since there's humans around, smart money is we're still on Earth. You know my big brother, so he obviously lived past that explosion, wherever that thing started. Let me guess, we're what...20, 25 years from 2098? That would make him late fourties, early 50s. Hell, no wonder he never said anything about me. Probably thought I was dead.

Chris took one more second to think before finishing, "Sorry, Never even said who I was. Corporal Chris Nicholson, United States Marine Corp. Special Ops. Forgive the Hunchbacked appearance. Didn't have it until I came to the future.
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Molo » Thu Mar 12, 2015 7:13 am

Rolls held

Track by scent - does Molo recognize any smells from Chris? 1d100 = 98/60% Not with a roll like that :)

Before following Bean into the pizza place another newcomer catches Molo's attention.

Drake wrote: Drake eyes the hunchback approaching Brianna. "It's not nice to sniff people without their permission. Apologize and ask your questions more politely. I have little patience with nonsense today." Drake puts a hand on the hilt of his newly acquired Neural Mace as emphasis to his request.


A good sniff in greeting never bothered Molo. How else can you trust a stranger? When the hunchback says he can 'smell Kyle' on Brianna, Molo can't help sampling the air as well. What's kyle? Some kind of food probably, like pizza. But the M'Raghiile very much approves of Drake's defensive posture, being equally low on patience after his run-around with the Collegiate, messing with the Horsemen, and just being stuck in this damn city. But this one doesn't look like he is trying to start a fight. Just about everything he says goes waaaay over Molo's head though.

Christopher wrote:"Sorry, Never even said who I was. Corporal Chris Nicholson, United States Marine Corp. Special Ops. Forgive the Hunchbacked appearance. Didn't have it until I came to the future."


Molo's head swims. "Corporal Chris Nicholson United States Marine Corp Special Ops have very long name. No have time for such things. Molo calls this one Corporal." He turns his head to see Bean going back in Grand-Dads. "Molo have what he want from these ones," he aims a thumb over his shoulder at the Horsemen piled on the ground. "If Corporal wants talky talk more, Molo say we go inside with Bean-Man. If Corporal wants Pizza, this be good place for it, Bean says. Molo thinks it taste like feces." With that, Molo heads back inside.

He pulls up a seat by Bean and starts to sort through the items he lifted from the Full Patch, setting each on the table between himself and Bean and asking what it is. The jacket is far too big for him, but he puts it on anyway, not knowing what else to do with it until they get back to HQ.

((OOC - Tiree, let me know what Molo might have looted to steer this conversation))
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Wakiza » Thu Mar 12, 2015 1:22 pm

Perception: 1d20+10 = 29
JiC: 1d20 = 11 1d100 = 63

Drake wrote:Drake shakes his head and quietly replies. "Too many monsters, lost myself there in Tolkeen. No I haven't been back at all, doesn't seem right after the disrespect I showed him."


Wak nods somberly, "I understand old friend and I feel the same. Not sure if I'll ever be going back. We'll have to grab a drink or two when we get back from our next mission." He sounds as lost as I feel sometimes.

Brianna Clarke wrote: Brianna smiles, happy to hear that Wakiza did remember her. She seems a little surprised when he refers to her as beautiful and blushes a little. ”I know what you mean.” Brianna says, referring to their little adventure on Eylor.”[/b] When she’s asked about why she’s with AAPS, Brianna says, ”I asked the Explorers team for some time off and they let me take all the time off I wanted by firing me.” Brianna smirks, ”I ran into these guys outside of town and kind of got pulled into what was going on." Nodding, Brianna replies, “Explorers are still around as far as I know.” Brianna shrugs, ”I haven’t really talked to anyone on the team since I was fired.”


Wak smiles a bit at Brianna's blushing, "I am sorry to hear that. It doesn't sound like them to fire you for asking about a vacation. Well looks like you found a new home. Will is leaving for a bit on a mission, but maybe when we all get back, like I said to Drake, we can grab a few drinks together. Sorry we have to go. We have a meeting then a mission. It was good to see you both again and to the rest of you, you have a couple of great operatives . . .make sure you back them up." Wak heads off with Max.
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P.P.E.: 30/30
I.S.P.: 54/115
H.P.: 74/74
S.D.C.: 110/110
MDC from Psychic Body Field: 90/90 (Not Active)

Constant Effects
Advanced Combat Awareness
Sixth Sense (2)
Character is Very Difficult to See w/ Thermal (see Zen Combat, Naruni & Stalker armor)

Armor
NE-BA-26 Modified Special Body Armor
M.D.C. by Location
• Main Body: 103/103; Force Field: 75
• Helmet: 57; Arms: 46 each; • Legs: 57 each
• Masks Infrared & Thermal Emissions (Only 1-25% chance of showing up a thermal scan, even if deteced scan will be unclear)
• Kinetic Dampening & Cushioning System [1/2 Damage from Explosions, High Spd Impacts (rail guns, arrows, bullets)]
• 1/2 Damage from MD Fire/Heat/Plasma (Magic Included)
• Language Translator (American, Dragonese, Euro, French, Spanish, Techno-Can, Demongogian & Chinese)
• PPE Battery: 80 / 100

NG Stalker Suit (under clothes and armor) - 12/12 MDC
• Thermal detection systems suffer a penalty of -20% to the Read Sensory Equipment skill.

Cyber Armor Regenerates 1d6 mdc/hr
A.R.: 17, Main Body: 73, Upper Legs: 21 each, Forearms: 16 each, Shoulders: 14 each, Back/Shoulder Plate: 21 each

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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Ecks » Sat Mar 14, 2015 8:20 am

((rolls carried))

Ecks nods to Wakiza. "Thanks for the help. I owe you one."

"Mike Maxwell wasn't it? Looks like your arm is injured. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Ecks does spare an ear for the conversation with Brianna and the newcomer. Did I hear that right? Another time traveler? I had always heard the magic zone was unstable, but I didn't realize it was this bad. Though perhaps there's more to this than purely random. For the two to know each other. To even be from the same span of years has got to be a needle in a haystack.

Everything else aside, the newcomer looks like trouble and seeming has a personality to match. Ecks watches the interaction. He turns to her and asks, "Friend of yours Brianna?"
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Combat Trench Coat:17/36
Mantooth Dessication Bullets 6 Rounds/2d6 S.D.C. pistol whip
NG-45LP 5D6+5 M.D.C 12/12 charges long e-clip
Vibro Knife: 1D6 M.D.C. Dmg.

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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Michael Maxwell » Sat Mar 14, 2015 8:41 am

((rolls held))

Ecks wrote:"Mike Maxwell wasn't it? Looks like your arm is injured. Is there anything I can do to help?"


Maxwell shrugs at the offer of help, a decision he promptly regrets. So much for playing it cool, he thinks as a wince of pain crosses the human parts of his face.

"Nah, I got a few painkillers that'll manage me until we get back to the compound. We got a doc and a medical clinic there to patch me up." Feigning a smile he nods at the gang members who were unable to get away.

"We gotta run inside for a meeting, you want to handle things with the defenders? For all the good they did sitting around videoing the fight instead of keeping the peace. Probably on the take."

Going to retrieve Wakiza the old merc just grins when the gal asks about Will. That was good info to file for later.
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Brianna Clarke » Sun Mar 15, 2015 6:19 pm

Perception: 1d20 = 6
JIC: 1d20 = 4, 1d100 = 2

Conditions
I.S.P. Multiplier: 33/68 (x4)

Wak smiles a bit at Brianna's blushing, "I am sorry to hear that. It doesn't sound like them to fire you for asking about a vacation. Well looks like you found a new home. Will is leaving for a bit on a mission, but maybe when we all get back, like I said to Drake, we can grab a few drinks together. Sorry we have to go. We have a meeting then a mission. It was good to see you both again and to the rest of you, you have a couple of great operatives . . .make sure you back them up." Wak heads off with Max.


Brianna smiles and nods. "Sure, sounds good." When Max and Wakiza walk away, Brianna turns back around to look at Not-Kyle and glares at him. "Kyle wasn't like that at all." Brianna crosses her arms under her chest, "Neither of us thought our families had survived what had happened, so it's not a surprise that he didn't talk about them. It was probably too painful."

Everything else aside, the newcomer looks like trouble and seeming has a personality to match. Ecks watches the interaction. He turns to her and asks,"Friend of yours Brianna?"


Brianna's tone of voice when she replies to Ecks's question makes dry ice seem warm and inviting by comparison as she says, "No. He's not my friend. He's apparently the brother of someone who is my friend." Brianna then turns around and walks back into the pizzeria.
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Tyrannosapiens Rex » Fri Mar 20, 2015 2:28 am

Before the group manages to get back to their pizzas or finish their conversations with their semi-random allies, the Defenders have the whole scene cleared away, and even have the Horsemen's bikes hauled off. The members of AAPS and their brawling buddies are essentially left alone after Ecks is extracted from the windshield/front seat area.

Captain Marks approaches out of the gaggle of Defenders loading up the wounded Horsemen into ambulances. He speaks to Beanpole briefly. "Well, good job trying to keep it from getting hazardous to the city. Didn't expect one of the full-patches to throw his own hoverbike."

"I'm gonna need incident reports from all of you. But it can wait a few days. I'll pick 'em up from your compound."

As Maxwell and Wazika depart, they are briefly stopped by Defenders and asked to produce identification and provide contact information and an address. Afterwards*, they're free to go, with a "Thank you for your assistance." and a muttered "Try to keep hold of your sword next time." directed their way.

(O.C.C.: I will simply assume you report the Roughneck's base with no need to provide details, off to post with your own GM now.
*However if you're planning on being dishonest, feel free to post. :twisted: )

The clerk inside the pizza shop has obviously been watching the fight because he's tossing out a burned 'za as AAPS reenters the place. The burnt odor lingers for a few minutes until the next pizza comes out of the oven just as a delivery man (or Dog Boy, in this instance) comes in the back door to pick it up.

There is a to-go box sitting on the one table next to the group's pizza, with a note and a black card.

Note wrote:Thanks for taking out the Trash.
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Ecks » Sat Mar 21, 2015 7:29 pm

"I'm gonna need incident reports from all of you. But it can wait a few days. I'll pick 'em up from your compound."


Ecks nods. "Will do."

Nursing his bruises, he's pleased overall. However, the appearance of this newcomer has him slightly concerned. Watching him closely he stays near Brianna, unsure if this guy means trouble.
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Chris Nicholson » Thu Mar 26, 2015 8:05 am

Per: 1d20+6 = 16 (+3 In regards to hearing or smell, +2 in regards to taste or vision in darkness)
JIC: 1d100 = 56/1d20 = 4

Chris smiles as the other guy walks up in defense of Brianna, not that she needed it. It's only when the Lemur starts talking when an audible snicker comes from his throat. "Sorry, I heard there were a couple of firms working on talking animals."

He looks at Molo, "I must ask, are you an alien or a mutant? Were you created by humans or did you come from another world?

Regardless of the answer, Chris takes the invitation offered, "Hey, wouldn't mind getting a slice. Maybe I could help you guys out if you help me out. All I need is the closest Marine base. Maybe get a doc with a high enough clearance level to fix me up."

He gives Bean a once over, "What unit you with? NEMA or U.S.? Chris turns to face Bean completely, "Hair's out of Regs, so not Marines or Army. Too far from the water to be Navy. Air Force? Out of regs hair cut, I can see Air Force, unless you're NEMA. Then I'm sorry for ya kid." Despite what seems to be an insult, Chris's nature appears to be jovial, as if it is a good natured insult.
"One Igor joke, and I'm spiking that little lemur's ass from 500 feet up.
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Beanpole » Thu Mar 26, 2015 3:01 pm

Perception 1d20+1 = 6
JIC 1d20 = 8
JIC 1d100 = 89

Initiative 1d20+3 = 18


[If it isn't apparent elsewhere, Bean's hair is very short, probably kept at a #1 clipper guard, sometimes a #2 if he's in the field for a while, but if it goes too long he shaves it all off.]

To go boxes are a thing of wonder. Something so specific and of one time use. How wealthy and how wasteful, but at the same time it makes so much sense Beanpole thinks slipping a hot slice from one of the cardboard boxes. He folds the slice in half and takes a couple quick bites. It's only then that he looks back at the newcomer, studying him and formulating a response. It's challenging, the man is spouting gibberish mostly. For the rest, Bean is not entirely sure the man isn't talking to himself. Still Bean does his best to sort through the mess, feeling compelled by his own standards of politeness to respond even to a brusque and incoherent speaker.

"Well, mister, fer starters, folks call me Beanpole." He doesn't set his slice down, but uses it to vaguely gesture outside the shop. "Reckin' ya'll done showed up right 'bout the right time. Them Horsemen ain't nothin' but obstreperous. Fer the rest of what yer trying to say, I don't rightly cotton to half what yer saying. I ain't no army, there the one here in Merctown, and them Coalition folks done got the biggest in the world. Don't know what an Air Force or a marine is, sos I reckin' I ain't one them neither. I knew a fella said he was neema, but he ain't been round fer a spell. What I is, sir, is a member of AAPS and privileged enough to drive a Glitter Boy. Yessir, that's right a USA-G10, finest combat machine made by man."
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HP: 17/17 :: SDC: 14/27 :: P.P.E.: 26/50

Urban Warrior Body Armor
• Helmet: 35
• Arms: 16 each
• Legs: 30 each
• Main Body: 50

Modifiers: -5% movement penalty

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Damage: 3D6 per single blast or 6D6 per double blast
Rate of Fire: Single shots only
Payload: 8/8 double shots (Standard E-Clip)
Modifiers: +2 to Strike with an aimed shot


NG-57 Heavy Duty Ion Blaster (Shoulder Holster)
Range: 500'
Damage: 2D4 M.D. or 3D6 M.D.
Rate of Fire: single shots only
Payload: 10/10 (Standard E-clip)


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Survival knife (in boot)
Damage: 1d6 SDC

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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Molo » Thu Mar 26, 2015 4:01 pm

OOC - Thought we were supposed to post at the HQ, but I'm reposting this here:
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Per: Invalid dice code!
JIC: Invalid dice code! | Invalid dice code!

Molo pulls up a seat next to Bean, sitting cross legged and looking a bit like a kids at the grown-ups table. He pulls his trophies from the Horsemen from his shoulder bag, one item at a time, and places them on the table where Bean can see them. Molo carefully investigates each with a total lack of comprehension.

The 'Hockey Puck' looks sort of boring. Molo isn't a true magic user - his abilities coming from his ties to Elementals. But he saw the Horsemen practicing some sort of magic and can't help but wonder if the little black object might have granted the man his powers. This could be a great trophy. He decides he should ask someone at the Collegiate, They act like they know everything. Lets see if it is true.

The 'Button Box' is completely different from the puck, and Molo can't help but test out the buttons, dials and switches, hopeing something fun might happen. Determining that the object is certainly some sort of valuable high tech gear, he decides to ask Cheiftan Ecks what it is before disassmbling it. He hops down and finds Ecks, "Chieftan. Molo find this trophy on bad dressed humans. What it is?"
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Beanpole » Thu Mar 26, 2015 4:49 pm

"Well, these fine folks done packed this pizza all up real nice like. I reckin' we'd best mosey on back to base and finish there. Fridge is stocked. I jes' might bake a pie!" Beanpole's long face lights up at that idea and he grabs the boxes and with his long strides heads off towards 111 Wall Access Road.

[-----> 111 Wall Access Road]
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HP: 17/17 :: SDC: 14/27 :: P.P.E.: 26/50

Urban Warrior Body Armor
• Helmet: 35
• Arms: 16 each
• Legs: 30 each
• Main Body: 50

Modifiers: -5% movement penalty

Weapons:
Wilk's 237 "Backup" (Hip Holster)
Range: 500'
Damage: 3D6 per single blast or 6D6 per double blast
Rate of Fire: Single shots only
Payload: 8/8 double shots (Standard E-Clip)
Modifiers: +2 to Strike with an aimed shot


NG-57 Heavy Duty Ion Blaster (Shoulder Holster)
Range: 500'
Damage: 2D4 M.D. or 3D6 M.D.
Rate of Fire: single shots only
Payload: 10/10 (Standard E-clip)


Vibro-Knife (Utility Belt)
Damage: 1D6 M.D.

Survival knife (in boot)
Damage: 1d6 SDC

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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Drake » Sat Mar 28, 2015 7:16 am

Perception: 1d20+5 = 16
Just in Case: 1d20 = 6/1d100 = 61
Conditions: None.

Drake looks at the new guy before shrugging his shoulders. I suppose if he proves to be a problem then we'll deal with his strange ass. Drake makes his way back to base.


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I.S.P.: 31/31
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Shoulders (2): 11 each, Back/Shoulder Blades (2): 18 each, Forearms (2): 13 each, Thighs/Upper Legs (2): 18 each, Chest Plate: 58/58.
Temporary Conditions: None.
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Armoured M.D.C. Sharp Duster MDC: 28/28
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Re: Old Grandad's Pizza (78)

Postby Chris Nicholson » Thu Apr 02, 2015 9:36 am

Per: 1d20+6 = 25 (+3 In regards to hearing or smell, +2 in regards to taste or vision in darkness)
JIC: 1d100 = 59/1d20 = 13

"Glitterboy? You mean the Guardsman? I thought only Jarheads like myself called them that."

He listens as some people talk about going back to a base. "Listen, I aint eaten in a while, and I could use a nice place to sit, get my bearings. I also have not seen a Guardsman up close. They're just so shiny, off in the distance, firing their big ass gun at a town that I'm trying to infiltrate. Because nothing ruins a recon mission than some Yahoo in a guardsman firing their "Boom Gun" into several houses. Course, Op-commander always leaves out the part of me being in the town. so it's only mostly their fault for putting rounds up close to my position. Country boy like you, judging from your accent, must've learned a thing or two about holding one's shots."

"Unless of course, you're looking for a sneak. Guardsman armor is easy to spot. Now, a hunchback with lots of hidden talents, not so easy to see." "And I sure would like to speak more to that chick, find out more about what really happened to Kyle."

Chris continues to talk to Bean as the group returns to their base.
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