Perception (55% base); Friend or Foe Perception (90% base):
1d100:  = 60
1d100:  = 32
Conditions: Binic eye set to Thermo
- Sense Psychic & Magic Energy (80% base):
1d100:  = 61
- Sense Supernatural Beings (74% base):
1d100:  = 97
Skill Rolls & Abilities
- Discriminate between two sounds (flat 75%):
1d100:  = 86
- Judge Distance & Precise Location of Source (100% base):
1d100:  = 96
- Recognize & Identify Prey by Sounds (92% base):
1d100:  = 52
- I.D. Eneny in Disguise (65% base):See Perception roll above - Keeping an eye on those damn cats!
- Detect Ambush (100% base):
1d100:  = 67
- Lookin' for love in all the wrong places?
As they flew in the relative comfort of the familiar APC, Mane took the opportinuty to take his armored boots off and stretch his toes. The black claws of his feet extended with cramped relief before being forced back into thier protective confnes once more. The big cat was more than ready for the spring and summer months where he could go native a little bit more offten.
Before they landed, Mane found himself a MRE and had himself a quick bite to eat. He needed to keep his enerrgy and strength up, and that last fight took a little bit of both out of him. As he opened the bag of steeming macaroni and cheese with ham bits, the noodles reminded him a bit of the black writhing worm demons he just fought. The sight and flashback amost ruined his appitite ... almost. With little time to spare, he gobbed the noursing and belly warming goddness up with a greedy zeal.
With his sensitive hearing, Mane overhead the APC commander speaking to the Boss Man, and part of what he had to say piqued his interest,
[quote="CS High Command]The hover APC's vehicle commander speaks to Howlett as they end viewing the surveillance. ".... Captain Torreto also radioed in that they had captured some 'loud mouthed demagogue' and will bring him to you once they get back. ...."
"Oh goodie. We get another chance to check Mr. Cult Leader for worms and get him too spill his guts... maybe answer some quetions too.
After the APC landed, Mane was all suited up again with a reasonaby happy tummy. With fresh armor on his back and fresh ammo in his guns, the murder cat was ready to get back into action.
[color#FF4000]"On it, Boss Man. New dog, you keep your nose sharp. I'll keep and ear out. We got this."
James Howlett wrote: ↑Wed Jan 06, 2021 10:08 am
James says before going back to being vocal. "Grey, Olive, Mane. You take point. Leighton you are in the rear. Everyone else is with me, let's move.
James says authoritatively.
As they walked the nearly five mile road, Mane was on hiigh alert. He had no interest in falling prey to another ambush. He extended his senses and kept his ears tuned to their surroundings. And just to play it safe, knowing the hijacked bodies of the worm demons ran hot, he also set his bionic eye to thermographic mode and scanned every creature he saw in passing.
In time he and the the 40-4 reached the town of Clinton, and the first thing he noticed was all the stray cates in the field. Sure, there were other animals too, but the cats stood out to him. "Cats... God, I hate cats."
he muttered in disgust at the filthy creatures. While there were other things to watch out for, Mane never took his eyes too far off those farm cat.
When the team reached the barn occupied by the cold, huddled masses of the town, Mane did his best to look not so intimidating... as much as a seven foot, four hudred pound, mutant lion in battle armor could, any how. He was here to maybe help these people. Not scare them more they they probably already have been. Then again, his imposing vissage might provide some comfort given the CS flag he marched under.
While the Boss Man did his thing, and Drum did his best to ne ready but not look ready, Mane took a different path. With his C-200 slung on his back and pistols secured in their tactical holsters, he approached one of the groups of children. Slowly he dropped down low on his haunches... his nearly white mane frizzy from the dry winter air... and told them in as confident and reassuring tone as he could muster, "Don't you worry, little ones. Where here to help."