[Rainfall] Sailor, Rich Man, Poor Man, Thief
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Israa stared hard at Spiza through her broken visor as he watched the tragedy unfold. "Don't look. Don't even think about it. You take that shit and lock it away until you're off mission. You are not going to be compromised because of this."
With that, she went into the maintenance shaft, Hub padding along. |
 Calypso |
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For his part, Collar came along behind, keeping the group moving from the rear and doing his best not to give them time to observe the damage. With his luck, it'd be enough to curl them up into weeping balls of guilt and sorrow.
There was no time for weeping balls of guilt and sorrow. They had a mission. There was money at the end of it. |
 Collar |
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Mekan paused to look at the destruction. It sounded like there weren't any civilians being hurt by the effects of the blast. He idly noticed that the sight of blood and bone didn't bother him quite as much as it did a few years ago, during the raid on Caldus Discori's stronghold.
Thank fucking Pillars. That could've gone wrong in SO many ways. I've gotten too used to this. He turned to follow Collar and the others. With any luck, the only people who would get hurt today were people that were expecting it. |
 Mekan of Omega |
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"You all really are rather dramatic you know that right?" For a man who ostensibly sat around behind a desk filing paperwork and attending press conferences the human was startlingly nimble. Handholds. Footholds. Leap of faith over the odd broken rung. Eating up ground at a steady, even, pace in the slick darkness of the shaft. Hot on the turian's heels.
Said turian who was less "climbing the ladder", by the way, and more "using half meter long spikes forged from the manipulators to help haul himself up as he more or less threw himself up the ladder" due to the unfortunate fact that the structural status of the channel was less than ideal. And they really didn't need several hundred pounds of musclebound turian plummeting down on top of them. |
 Mr_Sandman |
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Climbing up the maintenance shaft with a varren on your shoulders is never easy, even if your varren is, ostensibly, THE BEST VARREN EVAR. Climbing up the maintenance shaft was becoming a chore Kirok's short patience no longer wanted to deal with - he had to remind himself to keep pushing on every rung, not from exhaustion, but from boredom. This was meant to be a fun job, and he hadn't shot ANYTHING so far.
"Right, so how far up d'we wanna go - ennybody know? Mapman, whassa map say?" |
 Kirok |
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Bringing up the rear, Collar was incessantly looking down to make sure nobody was following them. So far, nobody had, but that didn't mean it wouldn't happen. He paused only long enough to bring up the map and verify his route, then transmit it to their erstwhile leader, square in the center of the pack.
"STG, you're now map-man. Route that looks best to me is highlighted - take this shaft to the tenth floor, cross to the other side and take another shaft to the twentieth, cross again and climb to the twenty-eighth. We can't take a chance on the elevators, too many remote shutdowns options. Look good to you?" |
Collar |
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It was a good question. The explosion had set off a wave of panic in an arcology already known for its volatility. Ahead of them, Omegan Citizens had started throwing together ad-hoc countermeasures, including biotic barriers, piled-up equipment, and even the occasional salvaged piece Cerberus barrier generator.
Thankfully, they were all pointed in the wrong direction - clearly facing the direction of Gilgamesh's ice bomb. Wiping across the map's interface (as well as wiping a bit of muck from his wrist), Spiza quickly scanned over the batarian's floor plans. "Elevators are out anyway, he muttered, pointing to a flood of "protection" swarming into the nearest one. "Be like walking into a roach motel. Up, right, up, left - yeah, looks like that'd work--" "THERE! ON THE LADDER!" "Shit." Bloodied, furious, and covered in a carpet of ice shards, Kirok's Sewer Welcoming Squad had finally caught up to them. |
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"Yeah Mekan, we're cool," said Gilgamesh as he scrambled, sprinted and climbed after the others, "And, uh, no gun. Don't use them."
Aaaand, as if on cue, there came more gangers. This was gonna be great. |
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A jolt ran up Mekan's spine as he heard the shouting from the bottom of the shaft. "Well, I hope you plan to! We're gonna need it!" He shouted to Gil, before speeding up his ascent up the ladder. Shitshitshitshitshitshit if they shoot up this way we're boxed in, and we're still too far from the exit. If we just drop down to meet them, we'll die on impact except maybe Kirok. I'm not dying here.
I am not dying here. Or so he hoped. He kept climbing as fast as he could. |
Mekan of Omega |
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"We've got company!" came the gravelly batarian voice from below, urging the group to climb faster. "I'll handle them, go, go, go!"
True to his word, Collar leaned back on the ladder, taking aim with his glowing omnitool and unleashing an electrically charged net at the unfortunate leader of the pursuit squad. The net took the pursuer full-on, hopefully blocking the route for his team and buying Collar's group time enough to get out of this enclosed space and into the open where they could handle themselves. "Fucking MOVE! We don't have a lot of time here!"
Click To Read Out Of Character Comment by
Collar
[22:30] <~Abad> Team d10, Bithra Team d8, Submission Net d8, Asymmetrical Warfare d10, Combat Master d10, Command Codes Verified d8, Covered in Shit d6, Bedlam d12, Icebomb d12 - look good?
[22:31] <~Abad> Focusing 2d8 into 1d10 [22:31] <~Abad> #roll 1d6 [22:31] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Abad [1d6]: 6> [22:31] *** -RPGServ- <Roll [1d6]: 6> [22:31] <~Abad> #roll 1d8 [22:31] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Abad [1d8]: 8> [22:31] *** -RPGServ- <Roll [1d8]: 8> [22:31] <~Abad> #roll 4d10 [22:31] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Abad [4d10]: 31> [22:31] *** -RPGServ- <Roll [4d10]: 31> [22:31] <~Abad> oops [22:31] <~Abad> #roll 4[1d10] [22:31] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Abad [4[1d10]]: 5 5 9 4 > [22:31] *** -RPGServ- <Roll [4[1d10]]: 5 5 9 4 > [22:31] <Mekan> ahahahaha [22:31] <~Abad> #roll 2[1d12] [22:31] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Abad [2[1d12]]: 11 9 > [22:31] *** -RPGServ- <Roll [2[1d12]]: 11 9 > [22:31] <Coppertop> No, no, keep that. [22:31] <havocfett> WELL [22:31] <havocfett> /well/ [22:31] <Coppertop> ... [22:32] <Coppertop> DAAAANG [22:32] <~Abad> who needs to keep that? :P [22:32] <havocfett> 28 d12,do eeeeet. [22:32] <@ESpiza> /fucking 2d12s/ [22:32] <Mekan> Goddamn Collar, you scary [22:32] <havocfett> Hahaha [22:32] <~Abad> conserving my pp for now, so 20 d12 [22:32] <~Abad> to inflict a complication [22:32] <~Abad> (which steps it to a d12+) [22:35] <@ESpiza> Team 4d6, Slumlords d8, using Bonafide Huslter to step up Enhanced Stamina to d10, Combat Expert d8. [22:35] <Mr_Sandman> to sandy [22:35] <@ESpiza> #roll 4[1d6] [22:35] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for ESpiza [4[1d6]]: 2 3 3 5 > [22:35] <@ESpiza> #roll 2[1d8] [22:35] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for ESpiza [2[1d8]]: 5 6 > [22:35] <@ESpiza> #roll 1d10 [22:35] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for ESpiza [1d10]: 4> [22:35] <Mr_Sandman> :P [22:36] <~Abad> Sorry Spiza :P [22:36] <@ESpiza> Bonafide hustler lets me use three die, sooo [22:38] <@ESpiza> Dropping a d6 to prevent a catastrophic failure. Again. [22:38] <~Abad> so you're bumping it to 21 with a doom die? [22:40] <~Abad> well, I'll kick in my Planning SFX then [22:40] <Mr_Sandman> and trimmer of time! [22:40] <~Abad> which lets me reroll [22:40] <~Abad> nothing to lose [22:40] <Coppertop> GO FOR IT, ABAD [22:40] <Mr_Sandman> totals have already been decided though? [22:40] <Coppertop> KICK THEY ASSES [22:40] <@ESpiza> ...Is that for a reaction, Abad? [22:40] <@ESpiza> Or for any failed roll? [22:40] <~Abad> Planning. Spend 1 PP to reroll an attack dice pool including a Paramilitary power. Step down the effect die by one. [22:40] <@ESpiza> ...Fucking hell. [22:41] <@ESpiza> Roll it! [22:41] <~Abad> #roll 1d6 [22:41] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Abad [1d6]: 3> [22:41] *** -RPGServ- <Roll [1d6]: 3> [22:41] <~Abad> #roll 1d8 [22:41] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Abad [1d8]: 5> [22:41] *** -RPGServ- <Roll [1d8]: 5> [22:41] <~Abad> #roll 4[1d10] [22:41] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Abad [4[1d10]]: 2 3 8 3 > [22:41] *** -RPGServ- <Roll [4[1d10]]: 2 3 8 3 > [22:41] <~Abad> #roll 2[1d12] [22:41] *** -RPGServ@#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Abad [2[1d12]]: 4 6 > [22:41] *** -RPGServ- <Roll [2[1d12]]: 4 6 > [22:41] <@ESpiza> ...:D [22:41] <~Abad> okay, sec [22:41] <Coppertop> Well, dicks. [22:41] <~Abad> shutting down gas grenade and concussive shot to gain 2pp [22:42] <~Abad> spending those to include extra dice in my result [22:42] <~Abad> total becomes.... [22:42] <~Abad> 22, d12 [22:42] <havocfett> Shoulda just made the original 28 [22:42] <~Abad> the d12 steps down for planning, then steps up via slaver SFX [22:43] <~Abad> Yeah, should've, but I thought I'd need the PP later. |
Collar |
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The net peeled out like a parachuter's worst nightmare, enveloping the gang's leader - a massive, nasty-looking krogan with half a crest blown away - in a webbed ball of pain. He toppled backward as the net folded around his more vulnerable extremities, crashing into his fellow fighters behind him with a shout of rage.
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 The Gathering Storm |
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"Hub, Subdue!" The mech about faced, claws scraping one the ledge it was traversing, facing the gang. It's MA cannon swiveled, a secondary launcher firing blobs of adhesive paint over the netted gangsters.
Israa continued up the ladder. "That should keep 'em down until we're out of here." |
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"That was pretty cool," said Gilgamesh as he began to climb again. He hadn't even managed to deploy his omnitool properly before the pair of batarians had utterly manhandled their ganger problem.
Click To Read Out Of Character Comment by
Gilgamesh
Spending a pp, nabbing that opportunity for a tech stunt!
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As the krogan struggled to pull the net off of him, Spiza saw his hand grope out and extend a familiar-looking firearm.
Too familiar. Sleek white on blue, a turquoise oval glowing vibrantly in the dark, a twin grip to absorb the kickback... "That's a Scorp--" That's when he noticed they were all carrying Scorpion pistols - weapons no group as shoddily fashioned as this could possibly afford. As the group succumbed to the net's stun mechanisms, Gilgamesh started climbing around him. Spiza, however, refused to budge, thoughts racing, and as the group bottlenecked, he wrenched himself into a ball. "Wait! Hang on, hang on," the salarian snapped irritably, wrapping his arm around the ladder to reach his omnitool. "Those damn mooks are armed to the teeth - and I think we all know by whom. Just give me a moment to hack their tools, and--" A hollow spark popped from the krogan's omnitool as a live current passed through it; spiza ignored it, diving into a batarian's instead. Shaking his head in surprise at the horrendous security settings - His password's "3?!" Really?! - he slid straight into the contents of his email and found-- There. "I know where we're going," he hissed as he extricated himself and started climbing. "Hangar 272, Walsis Docks. Third warehouse. Whatever they're hiding, or whoever's paying them, it's in there." He neglected to mention just whose warehouse it was.
Click To Read Out Of Character Comment by
The_Sarcastic_Salarian
ESpiza sighs, joins the slaughterwagon against his own characters
ESpiza Doing a remote hack to see if I can hack myself. ESpiza And by "myself" I mean their omnitools, to get a fix on where, exactly, we need to go. Abad Ooh, good idea Abad since I guess right now *we* don't really know where we're going, beyond "floor 28" ESpiza Team d6, Sharp-Tongued Technician d8, using Shut Up and Let Me Concentrate to increase Saboteur to d10, Tech Master d10. ESpiza #roll 1d6 RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d6]: 1> RPGServ <Roll [1d6]: 1> ESpiza #roll 1d8 RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d8]: 7> RPGServ <Roll [1d8]: 7> ESpiza #roll 2[1d10] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [2[1d10]]: 8 5 > RPGServ <Roll [2[1d10]]: 8 5 > ESpiza Buying my own opportunity to pocket a d6. ESpiza ...Giving me a 15, d10. ESpiza Doom Pool Reacts: ESpiza #roll 2[1d10] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [2[1d10]]: 2 2 > RPGServ <Roll [2[1d10]]: 2 2 > ESpiza #roll 1d6 RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d6]: 1> RPGServ <Roll [1d6]: 1> ESpiza ... havocfett /hahahahaha/ havocfett You double ex-success the doom pool Mr_Sandman *doubleexsuccess* ESpiza Fucking hell, even /I/ am owning myself |
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Mekan grunted a little as he climbed. Spiza hacked the gangers' omnitools, and he filed the information the salarian had acquired at the back of his head. "Good. We have a direction, then. Still, we've got these bastards swarming all over the place, and I think most of the citizenry are going to be on us like an angry mob if we move in the open. Gotta be a way to track...movement..."
Mekan's voice trailed off as he remembered something he did for Aphin once, back during the conflict with QoroQ. His first 'real' mission since the raid on Discord's base. He had brought Mekan in on the operation strictly because he was a better hacker than he was, and the first mission he went on with Aphin, he was tracing comms traffic from comm-relays operated by Gothteng Vedix. He didn't hack into the comm traffic itself because of how high-risk the operation was; no sense in pissing off their krogan host. But here? When they already pissed off everyone in the arcology and the traffic wasn't going to be nearly as complex to track and decrypt? It was the perfect way to track enemy movement. He hit a few buttons on his omnitool to engage his hacking and tracing programs, and let them run as he climbed. "Guys, tune your radios to receive, but not broadcast, on all bands. We're about to get some intel."
Click To Read Out Of Character Comment by
Mekan of Omega
17:18 Mekan Alright. d12 Scene Distinction, d8 Son of teh Extranetz Distinction, d8 Hacking Programs, d10 Tech Master, d10 Team Affiliation die. Rolling to tap ganger comms as an asset.
17:18 Mekan #roll 1d12 17:18 RPGServ <Roll for Mekan [1d12]: 9> 17:18 RPGServ <Roll [1d12]: 9> 17:18 Mekan #roll 2[1d8] 17:18 RPGServ <Roll for Mekan [2[1d8]]: 3 3 > 17:18 RPGServ <Roll [2[1d8]]: 3 3 > 17:18 Mekan #roll 2[1d10] 17:18 RPGServ <Roll for Mekan [2[1d10]]: 8 10 > 17:18 RPGServ <Roll [2[1d10]]: 8 10 > 17:18 Mekan YES. 17:18 Coppertop Not bad! 17:18 Coppertop Not bad at all! 17:18 Mr_Sandman nice! 17:18 Mekan Taking the 9 and 10 for 19 total, d10 effect die. |
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"Well, hurry it up, I'mma sick of all dis climbin!"
Kirok was hoofing it up the ladder like a pyjack with a cayenne enema. Whitefang was balanced precariously on his shoulders, but even with two hundred pounds of varren perched on him, Kirok was moving up the ladder at speed. Part of it was because he was rarin' to do something - all this shadowplay went against his very grain as a krogan, and he desperately wanted something to shoot, hit, stab, club, or otherwise destroy with his bare hands. The other part of it was it was real, real easy to get killed in a situation like this. All it takes is one person up above and out of range to check the maintenance column, look down, and get a few grenades to drop down. This was basically a killzone; Kirok hadn't lived 666 (well, 674, but 666 sounded cooler) years to be killed because some blinks and frogs wanted to play SNEAKY TIME. "How much longer we gots't'go, ennyways?" Kirok said, practically running up the ladder as fast as his toned krogan muscles allowed him to. "I'm gettin' antsy." |
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The krogan was obviously raring for a fight. It was written across his wide, sallow face - but considering the comm traffic flooding their ears, it was too easy to hear the various gang leaders shouting moving orders to their lackeys. That, along with the maps Collar had suppplied, made movement merely a matter of waiting, watching, and dashing from maintenance ladder to maintenance ladder.
In fact, there were only really a few more floors to go before they reached the 29th - and all they needed to do now was to get past a few roving squads of mercs busily scouting around. Up on this floor, though, it would prove marginally more difficult. The screaming civilians had all finally been thrown out of the building while the various mercenaries scouted for their quarry, and the arcology was slowly filling with sharp-eyed snipers, all prying through the various floors to find anyone who wasn't there. One good shot, and anyone in the party could easily be administered an impromptu thoracotomy.
Click To Read Out Of Character Comment by
The Gathering Storm
2d12 interrupts the battle, skipping past a few mobs with Mekan's radio hack. Because really, trying to fight a pair of d12 complications (plus Gilgamesh's stock of opportunities) is a lost cause.
The 1d12 Bedlam distinction is now gone, replaced by 1d10 Snipers on the Lookout and 1d8 "!" Evasion. |
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Finally, a way out. Fuck this stealthy shit - Kirok needed to get out and stretch his legs, maybe find something to shoot. Pulling himself out of the maintenance hatch as quietly as he could - no need to be stupid about it - he quickly moved to cover and dragged his shotgun out.
However, what he hadn't noticed was the numerous sheets of bubble-filled packing material on the floor. Not the small ones, either. The BIG ones. Someone had been unpacking weapons and had forgotten to put them away. POP. POP. POPOPOPOPOPOP. Kirok looked up as the entire room turned to eyeball him. "Aw, hell, sneaking's borin' anyways. HEY GUYS! WE GOT INCOMIN'!"
Click To Read Out Of Character Comment by
Kirok
<Coppertop> #roll 1d4
-RPGServ:#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Coppertop [1d4]: 1> <Coppertop> I KNEW IT <Coppertop> Moving on. <Coppertop> #roll 1d18 -RPGServ:#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Coppertop [1d18]: 17> <Coppertop> ... er, lemme try that again. <Mekan> On that note, is there a link to the MHRP rulebook? <Coppertop> #roll 2[1d8] -RPGServ:#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Coppertop [2[1d8]]: 2 3 > <havocfett> Hahaha <Mekan> I can't download it, kicking it over to someone else <Coppertop> #roll 1d10 -RPGServ:#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Coppertop [1d10]: 5> <Coppertop> #roll 1d6 -RPGServ:#CDNRainfall- <Roll for Coppertop [1d6]: 2> <@ESpiza> Take a PP. |
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Kirok's shout was answered by one of the snipers in turn, who immediately swung his rifle around.
"THERE THEY ARE! 28TH FLOOR, BY THE MAINTENANCE SHAFT!" A blast like a cannon went off, and a blast of armor-piercing ammunition blasted at Kirok's chest at near-light speed. Another one rang out, and Sandman - who had emerged from the shaft a split second too early - encountered a bast of rounds arcing for his face.
Click To Read Out Of Character Comment by
The Gathering Storm
Detecting Kirok:
ESpiza Doom Pool + Distinctions: ESpiza #roll 3[1d10] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [3[1d10]]: 8 6 1 > RPGServ <Roll [3[1d10]]: 8 6 1 > ESpiza #roll 2[1d8] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [2[1d8]]: 7 5 > RPGServ <Roll [2[1d8]]: 7 5 > And this is why you pay attention and don't putz out in the middle of a firefight - the krogan's trigger finger gets itchy. Sniper attack: ESpiza Team 4d8, Slumlords d8, Weapon stepped back to d6 to add a d10 Crime Expert stunt to the pool (using All I Wanna Do) Aaand Sniper. ESpiza (d10) Coppertop Oh dear. ESpiza #roll 5[1d8] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [5[1d8]]: 2 1 1 5 4 > RPGServ <Roll [5[1d8]]: 2 1 1 5 4 > Mekan Pfffff. ESpiza #roll 1d6 Coppertop OH MAN RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d6]: 3> RPGServ <Roll [1d6]: 3> Coppertop SOMEONE TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT ESpiza #roll 2[1d10] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [2[1d10]]: 3 10 > RPGServ <Roll [2[1d10]]: 3 10 > Second Group Attack: ESpiza I should probably mention that because this is the first successful reaction, We Run These Streets comes into play. ESpiza Which adds a d6 to the pool. ESpiza Team 4d8, Slum Lords d8, Weapon d8, We Run These Streets d6, Combat Experts d8. ESpiza #roll 7[1d8] RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [7[1d8]]: 3 5 1 2 1 7 8 > RPGServ <Roll [7[1d8]]: 3 5 1 2 1 7 8 > ESpiza #roll 1d6 RPGServ <Roll for ESpiza [1d6]: 1> RPGServ <Roll [1d6]: 1> |
The Gathering Storm |