[Rainfall] King Me
a thread by The Gathering Storm started on 2188-09-13 00:41:43 last post on 2188-09-29 09:11:38
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 Ichabod |
"Warning Number Two: Passwords incorrect," the hologram said sneering down at the group. "Keep in mind this unit will not give a good goddamn about perforating your useless cerebellums with lead if you do not provide the appropriate password in twenty seconds. Nineteen. Eighteen."
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 Mekan of Omega |
Mekan glanced at the Aphin hologram. "Jeez, holo-Aphin is just as much of a dick as regular Aphin. Kinda spooky." Mekan's upper set of eyes glanced up and swept the room to look at Harrad, Gil and Langston. "What I'm about to do is gonna be the dumbest thing I've done in my entire hacking career since the Subotai mainframe hit. There's a chance of failure, but it might work. Better than sitting back and shouting at the terminal while waiting to die."
The batarian continued typing on his OT, digging through file folder after file folder, glancing back at the interface with his lower eyes. What he was trying to dredge out of his 'tool's memory unit was basically the magnum opus of his entire hacking career up to this point; an attempt on his part to one-up the butterball Terrorbyte's Leviathan virus. He wasn't sure if the program was ready for a field-test, especially since it was still in Alpha-phase, but if it didn't get him killed, it'd get him some valuable insight into his program's shortcomings and how to get it working right. And he wasn't about to bank on some stock hacking program for this one. STG encryption wasn't gonna take any shit from that. "If this works, I am not hearing anymore bullshit out of you guys over the Carnifex." He hit the upload button on his 'tool's interface and hoped for the best. Shamelessly plugging my blog. Click [here]. Currently on hiatus. [Mekan Computer Security], now based on scenic
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Mekan of Omega
I am inflicting a complication on the Aphinbot - the purpose being to delay its inevitably killy retaliation until we can actually hack in.
Engaging SFX 'lol problem bad guize?' - When inflicting any tech-based complication on an enemy, add a d6 to the die pool and step up the effect die. 18:43 Mekan 1d6 for bonus die from SFX, 1d6 Solo Affiliation die, d10 Tech-Master, d8 Son of teh Extranetz, and d8 Hacking Programs. 18:43 Mekan #roll 2[1d6] 18:43 RPGServ <Roll for Mekan [2[1d6]]: 3 5 > 18:43 RPGServ <Roll [2[1d6]]: 3 5 > 18:43 Mekan #roll 2[1d8] 18:43 RPGServ <Roll for Mekan [2[1d8]]: 3 8 > 18:43 RPGServ <Roll [2[1d8]]: 3 8 > 18:43 Mekan #roll 1d10 18:43 RPGServ <Roll for Mekan [1d10]: 7> 18:43 RPGServ <Roll [1d10]: 7> Total of 13, taking the 5 from the d6s and the 8 from the d8s, d12 effect die due to the SFX I'm engaging. I'm also spending a plot point to add another d8 for an effect die. |
 Aimless Drifter SEBASTIAN LANGSTON. EX-ALLIANCE ENGINEER. STATE YOUR PRICE. |
"LANGSTON?!"
Emily's voice echoed out from the bar. Sebastian poked his head out of the dead room. "YES, EMILY?" "DID WE FUCK UP?! I HEARD ALOT OF SHOUTING!" "WE MAY HAVE FUCKED UP." "Oh." Silence. "I MIGHT HAVE TO PUNISH SOMEBODY FOR THIS. IT'S NOT GOING TO BE YOU." "THAT'S REASSURING! WHO'S IT GONNA BE?!" "DID YOU BRING A GUN?" "I BOUGHT THE SHOTGUN!" There was too much enthusiasm in that one answer. It probably wasn't going to help Harrad's blood pressure either. "GOOD. STAY THERE FOR NOW." |
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Ichabod |
There was a sudden echo of metal slamming against metal all through the Dead Room. Doors shut and locked, vents closed and latched, cameras dropped from the ceiling and began scanning every square inch of Aphin's Place like a drill sergeant inspecting the barracks, and in the room the poor fools had penetrated, four turrets on grav-trac railings popped from the walls and began to bathe the team in blood-red ruby pinpricks as tracking lasers watched their every move. The hologram's eyes narrowed to glowing orange slits as it powered up, its virtual mouth gaining a cruel edge most STG men would kill to pull off.
"Warning Number Three: You have ignored all warnings. This unit is now authorized to use deadly force. You have approximately 2.5 seconds to make peace with your gods - but don't worry too much about that. You'll be joining them shortly." The turrets opened up, and the room filled with lead.
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Ichabod
Seeing as our plucky crew has been murdering all of Spiza's defenses, and that this is the thread's boss, this character will have amplified stats. Fair warning.
[20:49] ESpiza Before I roll, remember that everything else in this thread's /kiiiiiiinda/ been leading up to this. [20:49] Mekan Why do you think I broke out all the stops? [20:50] ESpiza d10 Solo, d8 The Original Sarcastic Salarian, d10 Exceptional Firewalls, d10 Menace Master. [20:50] Mekan /Fuck/. [20:50] Harrad_01 Oh god. [20:50] Mekan Guys I am /so/ /sorry/. [20:50] ESpiza #roll 1d8 [20:50] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d8]: 5> [20:50] RPGServ <Roll [1d8]: 5> [20:50] Mekan If you roll four ones, I will die a /happy/ /man/. [20:50] ESpiza #roll 3[1d10] [20:50] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [3[1d10]]: 7 10 6 > [20:50] RPGServ <Roll [3[1d10]]: 7 10 6 > [20:50] ESpiza ... [20:50] Harrad_01 NOPE. [20:51] Mekan OH GODDAMMIT [20:51] Epher AGH [20:51] ESpiza Mekan, you might want to prepare your anus. Mekan's saving graces are that the Aphinatic Construct is a single character and that he does not counterattack. He does, however, have a few tricks up his sleeve. |
 Harrad_01 |
Mekan's omnitool went to work, and Harrad's shouted passwords failed miserably. At least they didn't end up automatically triggering a defense mechanism or something.
Then Langston started to panic, his voice carrying, in its oddly muffled way, back to the turian's ears. "Fucked up? What do you mean we fucked up?" His head snapped back to Mekan. "What did you fuck up now?" Harrad moved towards the holoprojecter. Yes, it wasn't really Aphin, but: "How did he fuck up?" The turrets dropped. "Oh shit." |
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The Gathering Storm
Posted on 2188-09-20 03:10:29[COMBAT PHASE INITIATED]
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Gilgamesh |
As the holo-projectors last warning blared, Gilgamesh turned to Mekan and stared him right in the eye. "For the record," he said, as auto-turrets popped out from the absolutely everything, "I hate you."
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Aimless Drifter SEBASTIAN LANGSTON. EX-ALLIANCE ENGINEER. STATE YOUR PRICE. |
Sebastian yelped as the door slammed down in front of him, taking a step back as he realized that they had, indeed, fucked up. Royally, infact.
"BATARIAN." He turned around, his face locked in a state of pure, animal rage. "I WARNED-" He saw the turrets. He suddenly went off into a full sprint as he leapt in Mekan's direction, tackling him down to the ground. Even as the hail of bullets forayed into the room, Sebastian's words managed to sound as clear as day in the batarian's ears as the two laid prone on the ground. They were disturbingly melancholy, too quiet for a man who was absolutely furious seconds ago. "You." He paused. "I will save you now." Another pause. "So I can kill you later." He wordlessly shoved Mekan aside and got up, his omnitool whirring and ready to go as he loaded it with every malicious attack and virus program he had backed up on it - enough to turn any high end computer in a quivering mess - aiming it at the general direction of the turrets. He wasn't going to die today. He might, but Emily would probably take over from where he left off, so it works either way.
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Aimless Drifter
Epher Solo, Bedlamite Engineer, Sabotage aaaand spend a PP for Backdoor
03:17 Mr_Sandman remember your specialty 03:17 Mr_Sandman and any distinction die 03:18 Mr_Sandman *scene 03:18 Epher Oh yeah, Menace Expert in this case on account of what he's about to do to Mekan aswell Epher #roll 4[1d8] 03:19 RPGServ <Roll for Epher [4[1d8]]: 3 4 1 3 > 03:19 RPGServ <Roll [4[1d8]]: 3 4 1 3 > 03:19 Mekan NOOOOO 03:19 ESpiza D: 03:19 Epher #roll 1[1d6] 03:19 RPGServ <Roll for Epher [1[1d6]]: 5 > 03:19 RPGServ <Roll [1[1d6]]: 5 > |
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Ichabod |
The turrets held, but something had gone right for the team. Suddenly, without reason, the hologram seemed to... hiccup.
"Warning Threeeeeeeeee: memoryleakerrorinsubsector17purgingdatathisunitneedstobeupdated You have thirty-nineteen-ten-negativesix seconds to com---- GoodmorningSpizahowareyou, IamfinefineFINE!! Weapons back online, rebooting processor... there. Now, where the hell was I? Oh. Right." The turrets tracked the team again, the momentary respite over. Following the team on their limited paths, the guns followed their arc as far as their extension cords could lead them.
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Ichabod
This simulacrum is, for all purposes, Aphin in digital form. As such…
[21:26] ESpiza Solo, Crotchety Old Simulacrum, Exceptional Firewalls, Tech...Novice. Aphin never was good at coding. Unfortunately... [21:27] ESpiza #roll 2[1d10] [21:27] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [2[1d10]]: 5 8 > [21:27] ESpiza #roll 1d8 [21:27] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d8]: 7> [21:27] ESpiza #roll 1d6 [21:27] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d6]: 2> Again, no counterattack...for now. But Langston adds a PP, as I that that natty 1 for the Doom Pool. |
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Mekan of Omega |
Mekan's eyes bugged out as the turrets deployed and then Langston tackled him and issued his death threat and he didn't know what the fuck was going on.
"I fucking hate the STG." Leaping to his feet, the batarian brought up his OT combat apps and fired off a Sabotage program at one of the turrets. "I REALLY FUCKING HATE THE STG. ESPECIALLY YOU. REGULAR APHIN WAS A DECENT GUY, HE GAVE ME BOOZE, YOU GIVE ME BULLETS, THIS IS NOT OKAY, YOU SUCK, FUCK OFF HOLOTOAD" Shamelessly plugging my blog. Click [here]. Currently on hiatus. [Mekan Computer Security], now based on scenic
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Mekan of Omega
Solo 1d6, Tech-Master 1d10, Not So Soft Distinction 1d8, and then Sabotage 1d8. Using the 'lol problem bad guize' SFX to step up my effect die to inflict a complication.
19:42 RPGServ <Roll [2[1d8]]: 3 8 > 19:42 Mekan #roll 1d6 19:42 RPGServ <Roll for Mekan [1d6]: 1> 19:42 RPGServ <Roll [1d6]: 1> RPGServ <Roll for Mekan [1d10]: 5> 19:42 RPGServ <Roll [1d10]: 5> 19:43 Mekan OK, taking the 8 and the 5, using the other d8 for an effect die and then stepping /that/ up to d10 via the SFX |
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Ichabod |
Whatever the batarian had done, it had worked. The turrets suddenly shut down, barrels pointing to the floor.
"Firewall breached, turrets disabled," the VI announced petulantly. "Switching over to alternate defense mode. Program Loading: Black Betty."
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Ichabod
Mekan's going for an Asset, so he's rolling against the Doom Pool!
[21:47] ESpiza #roll 4[1d6] [21:47] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [4[1d6]]: 2 4 1 5 > [21:47] RPGServ <Roll [4[1d6]]: 2 4 1 5 > [21:47] ESpiza #roll 1d8 [21:48] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d8]: 1> [21:48] RPGServ <Roll [1d8]: 1> The attack activates Aphin's Mob Cohesion Limit, stepping down his Remote Turrets and shutting down the power! |
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Gilgamesh |
"Harrad! Over here, bring that thing you took from Mekan's gun," said Gilgamesh as he bodily ripped the medigel dispenser from his omnitool, "I'm going to try and make an e-war drone. It should help us get out." His omnitool's fabber kicked into overdrive as he booted up electronic warfare suites he hadn't activated since the Reaper War, and began to assemble a primitive drone from the assembled, uh, stuff.
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Gilgamesh
19:55 havocfett Buddy, Combat Omnitool Routines, Self-Sufficient Scavenger (d4+pp, generally not used to doing this /while/ /being/ /shot/ /at/), Omnitool Fabber, Tech Master
19:56 havocfett #roll 1d4 19:56 RPGServ <Roll for havocfett [1d4]: 1> 19:56 havocfett #roll 2[1d10] 19:56 Epher NO 19:56 RPGServ <Roll for havocfett [2[1d10]]: 6 1 > 19:56 havocfett ...FUCK 19:56 Epher NOO 19:56 havocfett #roll 1d6 19:56 RPGServ <Roll for havocfett [1d6]: 3> 19:56 havocfett #roll 1d8 19:56 Coppertop AND NOW THE SHOE IS ON THE OTHER FOOT 19:56 RPGServ <Roll for havocfett [1d8]: 3> 19:56 havocfett #roll 1d6 19:56 RPGServ <Roll for havocfett [1d6]: 4> 19:57 havocfett 10....one pp for a three, disabling medigel dispenser for another pp 19:57 havocfett 16 d4, steps up automatically to d6 19:57 havocfett From Salvager SFX |
 The Gathering Storm |
Unfortunately for Gilgamesh, omni-tools, like everything else, required constant maintenance. The drone in his hands beeped and popped for a moment, before being hit by a chunk of falling plascrete.
The drone looked damaged as all hell. Without some additional white-hatting, or at least a good kick from another turian, it was so much dead weight.
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The Gathering Storm
Back to the Doom Pool - this time with a fresh new d10. Havoc takes a PP for that.
[21:59] ESpiza #roll 4[1d6] [21:59] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [4[1d6]]: 1 2 5 6 > [21:59] RPGServ <Roll [4[1d6]]: 1 2 5 6 > [21:59] ESpiza #roll 1d8 [21:59] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d8]: 4> [21:59] ESpiza #roll 1d10 [21:59] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d10]: 9> Burning a d6, the Doom Pool gives a 19 d6. |
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Harrad_01 |
Harrad had no idea why an ammo block shaver was part of an e-war drone, but this was far outside of his field, and so he pulled the device from his pocket. Mekan had bought the team some time, and an amazing number of good points in the turian's book (which only now was starting to balance again), but who knew what BlackBetty.exe involved. He kept his claws where Gil told him to, and watched as the man did his work.
And then the drone did nothing. No. Harrad was not going to put up with that. Not now. He didn't give it a good kick, though. He gave it a good talking to. "You are going to work. Right now."
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Harrad_01
THE ILLUM STARE.
Buddy, Sol Rises (he's used to lecturing students), Immense Willpower to will it to work, Eagle Eye to spot the problem, and Medical Expert because machines are just like bodies. I swear we agreed that this was cool. RPGServ: <Roll for Harrad_01 [1d10]: 8> [10:19pm] ESpiza: 1 power per power set. [10:19pm] Harrad_01: #roll 3[1d8] [10:19pm] RPGServ: <Roll for Harrad_01 [3[1d8]]: 6 1 2 > [10:19pm] Harrad_01: #roll 1d6 [10:19pm] RPGServ: <Roll for Harrad_01 [1d6]: 4> [10:19pm] ESpiza: ...Not bad! [10:19pm] Harrad_01: I will take the 14 d8. [10:19pm] havocfett: Ooooh [10:19pm] havocfett: Add the 4! [10:20pm] ESpiza: You can spend a PP to do that! [10:20pm] Harrad_01: I HAVE ONE. [10:20pm] Harrad_01: 18 it is! 18 d8 |
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The Gathering Storm |
Remember that lecture about the insane power of the symmetrical adapter? There is a minor offshoot of philosophers that suggest that a similar power may be found in beady-eyed stares. Harrad, as the self-proclaimed Father of One and a dedicated Charity Case, was no stranger to this power - indeed, he had motivated the owner of this very lunatic establishment back into action more than once with it.
And like the ever-neurotic Spiza, this drone would not endure the Stare for long. A light flickered into life in the center of the drone, it buzzed for a moment, and then shot up into the air as it shot towards the Aphinatic Construct.
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The Gathering Storm
Doom Pool response!
[22:20] ESpiza #roll 3[1d6] [22:20] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [3[1d6]]: 4 6 3 > [22:20] RPGServ <Roll [3[1d6]]: 4 6 3 > [22:20] ESpiza #roll 1d8 [22:20] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d8]: 6> [22:20] RPGServ <Roll [1d8]: 6> [22:20] ESpiza #roll 1d10 [22:20] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d10]: 1> [22:20] RPGServ <Roll [1d10]: 1> ...Oh dear. Gilgamesh immediately buys that d10 for the Stunt: Maximum Overclock, though he'll have to wait until it's his turn again. In any case, I burn yet another d6 to prevent an extraordinary success, shrinking the Doom Pool down to 2d6+1d8+1d10. |
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Ichabod
Posted on 2188-09-20 04:57:50--see below--
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 SteelUnifier Die for the Cause |
"You massive fuck-up!" Daia hissed, eyes shooting through Mekan as surely as the bullets could have. At least, she wished. "This is the second time you've tried to get us killed in ten fucking minutes, you shitbrain."
This job was a little quiet about the forcible enrollment into a ridiculous conspiracy plot. And just a bit quieter about the shitheads they'd be dragging with them. Spirits of fucking charity. Were life a cartoon, this would be the part where steam would start fuming from Daia's ears. Which would have been nice, really. Preferable to the building pressure clawing at the back of her eyes. Time crawled for a few moments, as if waiting for her temper to catch up with the rest of the world. Bullets flying around her. And a bolt of lightning heading for her. As if the turbulent cauldron of heated emotion and stress weren't enough, the distinctive, strict words of her boot instructor came half-formed, almost heard through water. Life and death. React. Her body was moving before thought could clarify, leaving her brain in a sickening lurch. Daia hit the floor, bolt streaking over her and leaving a grotesque scorch mark on the door just behind her. Head pounding, she pulled herself up, omni-tool flaring to life as her outstretched hand desperately tried to connect to something. Muttering to herself, words dripping from outstretched mandibles like venom. All she wanted was out.
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SteelUnifier
20:27 SteelUnifier Solo, Not Here Because I Want To Be (d4, she was here to pick up an eMail, not /get shot/), Attack Programs (stepped to d10 via Better Under Stress, chalk up d10 emotional stress), Enhanced Reflexes, Tech Master
20:27 SteelUnifier #roll 1d10 20:27 RPGServ <Roll for SteelUnifier [1d10]: 10> 20:27 RPGServ <Roll [1d10]: 10> 20:28 SteelUnifier #roll 1d4 20:28 RPGServ <Roll for SteelUnifier [1d4]: 4> 20:28 RPGServ <Roll [1d4]: 4> 20:28 SteelUnifier #roll 1d10 20:28 RPGServ <Roll for SteelUnifier [1d10]: 9> 20:28 RPGServ <Roll [1d10]: 9> 20:28 SteelUnifier #roll 1d8 20:28 RPGServ <Roll for SteelUnifier [1d8]: 1> 20:28 RPGServ <Roll [1d8]: 1> 20:28 SteelUnifier #roll 1d10 20:28 Coppertop And here it comes. 20:28 RPGServ <Roll for SteelUnifier [1d10]: 8> 20:28 RPGServ <Roll [1d10]: 8> 20:28 Coppertop Steel wins the day. 20:28 Coppertop Jesus. 19 20:28 Coppertop NINETEEN 20:28 havocfett ...well 20:29 Harrad_01 Steel is a monster. 20:29 SteelUnifier Gonna spend the PP that I just got off of the negative distinction to make that 23, d10 effect. |
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The Gathering Storm |
The door practically exploded in its attempt to let her in...which may have been a mistake on Daia's part.
The hologram's turrets were out, but the program (frogram?) apparently still had plenty of tricks up its sleeve. The hologram sneered; several strange projectors ringed in EMG rings dropped from the ceiling and started glowing a nasty neon blue. "Turrets off-line. Focused EMP Generators now online. Targeting highest danger potential. Female turian located. ANNIHILATE." The Construct's combat drones fired; fortunately, the turian had the good sense to pin herself against the wall as the bullets shot past her. The drones immediately stopped, and the Construct glanced in her direction. "Analysis: Target is highly spry. Damage to external defenses detected. High probability that target is responsible for both. Body language suggests...highly deranged individual. Responds poorly to emotional situations." The Construct's eyes narrowed. "ANNIHILATE." A blast of electromagnetism strong enough to cook a steak from 100 yards flashed out like lightning, the hologram staring in dead silence. The blast of energy shot straight towards Gilgamesh. It fizzled...but hitting him was never the Construct's target in the first place. Why kill when you could maim, after all?
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The Gathering Storm
As if she needed a Doom Pool Response...
[22:31] ESpiza #roll 2[1d6] [22:31] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [2[1d6]]: 5 2 > [22:31] RPGServ <Roll [2[1d6]]: 5 2 > [22:31] ESpiza #roll 1d8 [22:31] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d8]: 8> [22:31] RPGServ <Roll [1d8]: 8> [22:31] ESpiza #roll 1d10 [22:31] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d10]: 3> [22:31] RPGServ <Roll [1d10]: 3> Finally, Aphin's turn. Solo d10, Crotchety Old Simulacrum d8, Combat Drones 2d6, Combat Expert d8, and Dark as Hell d6. [22:39] ESpiza #roll 1d10 [22:39] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d10]: 4> [22:39] ESpiza #roll 2[1d8] [22:39] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [2[1d8]]: 1 1 > [22:39] ESpiza #roll 3[1d6] [22:39] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [3[1d6]]: 4 2 1 > GodDAMMIT SteelUnifier. The first combat round ends; since the Team took all their turns before the Construct could, it responds in turn by going first. Attempting Emotional Stress on SteelUnifier. 1d10 Solo, 1d8 The Original Sarcastic Salarian, 2d6 Combat Drones, adding d8 Focused EMP Blast by burning a die, d10 Menace Master. [23:00] ESpiza #roll 2[1d10] [23:00] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [2[1d10]]: 3 7 > [23:00] ESpiza #roll 2[1d8] [23:00] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [2[1d8]]: 8 6 > [23:00] ESpiza #roll 2[1d6] [23:00] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [2[1d6]]: 3 1 > Burning my last d6 in the Doom Pool to make that 21 d10. |
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SteelUnifier Die for the Cause |
It was a fair question. One that found itself bubbling up a violent torrent of spite and anger as Daia looked on, hackles raising with each over-processed word. Maim was a good word to reach for. Highly deranged? Responds poorly to emotional situations? Her mandibles flared. Deranged was destroying a thriving city off broken, hypocritical rhetoric. Deranged was playing show and tell with your gun on the center of galactic civilization. Deranged was building a security VI modeled after your bar's namesake owner and getting it to shoot people between the fucked up armchair psychology. Deranged was everything around her. She screamed, omni-tool stretched forward, talons making desperate, almost exaggerated keystrokes as she unleashed every single attack program she brought with her, desperate to throw off its' aim, for the window of opportunity; of confusion.
Desperate to shut it the fuck up. ...it was almost cathartic, really.
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SteelUnifier
21:18 SteelUnifier Activating my This Close To Meltdown SFX. I've ejected my d10 emotional stress into the doom pool and step up a power. Solo, Not Here Because I Want To Be d4, Attack Programs (stepped to d10 via Meltdown), Enhanced Reflexes, Tech Master.
21:18 RPGServ <Roll for SteelUnifier [1d10]: 7> 21:18 RPGServ <Roll [1d10]: 7> 21:18 SteelUnifier #roll 1d4 21:18 RPGServ <Roll for SteelUnifier [1d4]: 1> 21:18 RPGServ <Roll [1d4]: 1> 21:18 SteelUnifier #roll 1d10 21:18 RPGServ <Roll for SteelUnifier [1d10]: 10> 21:18 RPGServ <Roll [1d10]: 10> 21:18 SteelUnifier #roll 1d8 21:18 RPGServ <Roll for SteelUnifier [1d8]: 6> 21:18 RPGServ <Roll [1d8]: 6> 21:18 SteelUnifier #roll 1d10 21:18 RPGServ <Roll for SteelUnifier [1d10]: 9> 21:18 RPGServ <Roll [1d10]: 9> 21:18 havocfett Hahahaha 21:18 Burnout pffff 21:18 SteelUnifier two PP are being spent 21:18 havocfett ....doom pool has 2d10 21:18 ESpiza fucking christ :x I've got 2 PP off the previous opportunity I rolled and the d4, which I've decided to use in the best way I can. That is to say, completely overrun Spiza's previous roll. With one PP, I make my total a 25. With my second, I use the spare d10 for a counterattack on the construct. |
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Aimless Drifter SEBASTIAN LANGSTON. EX-ALLIANCE ENGINEER. STATE YOUR PRICE. |
Sebastian was mad now.
Very mad. There was only one priority now, and that was to get out of here alive, and for a very good reason at that. He didn't care about the money anymore, or the job, or the salarian. Fuck that salarian especially, but that wasn't in his interest anymore. All that mattered now was to make sure that batarian suffers for what he did. And thus his plan sprung into motion - the terminal; he assumed that it was the thing in control of this whole show. All he needed to do was give it the computer equivalent of a lobotomy and that would be the end of it. For everyone. Approaching it with a serenity that Langston had never displayed before, he bought his omnitool out - and slammed it down violently onto the casing. It lit up distinctively as it started pumping all it had left into it's victim, trying to pry away the control it had. It wasn't clear if it was doing anything at first, but by god was Sebastian putting all he had into having his way with it. He screamed internally as his fingers attempted to dig down into the steel.
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Aimless Drifter
Epher Sooo, Solo, Bedlamite Engineer, Sabotage, Tech Expert
05:27 Epher Considering the state he's in 05:27 Epher Probably 05:28 Epher I'll spend a PP on overlock for good measure RPGServ <Roll for Epher [4[1d8]]: 2 1 7 4 > 05:29 RPGServ <Roll [4[1d8]]: 2 1 7 4 > 05:29 Epher #roll 1[1d6] 05:29 RPGServ <Roll for Epher [1[1d6]]: 1 > 05:29 RPGServ <Roll [1[1d6]]: 1 > Jinkies. |