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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 22, 2014 23:34:28 GMT 8
The two first impacts injure Bazl, but the small pellets are just flesh wounds and she can ignore those. The body and the arm take almost all the damage, and the attack will produce critical effects. Since Bazl has 12 wounds, we substract that amount from the total, and find out her body only takes 2 points in excess of her wounds, while her arm takes the full damage as critical wounds.
Taking it from the critical hits tables for impact damage ( Core rulebook, pg.204-205):
2 critical hits on the body: The impact punches the air from the target’s body, inflicting 1 level of Fatigue.
6 critical hits on the left arm: The attack pulverises the target’s hand, crushing and breaking 1d5 fingers (for the purposes of this Critical, a thumb counts a finger). The target takes 1 level of Fatigue and must immediately make a Toughness Test or lose the use of his hand.
Number of fingers pulverised: cb9JpuHo1-5
Toughness Test, against 34: 1d100
Bazl is in Critical condition at -8 wounds, and gets 2 points of Fatigue. She is still ACTIVE and can take actions, albeit with a -10 for all the physical ones. Should she get another two fatigue points, bringing the total fatigue over her toughness bonus, she'll fall unconscious for 7 minutes (10 - her toughness bonus).
If she succeeded in the toughness test, she keeps the use of her hand. If not, she loses it, or she can decide to spend a fate point and reroll the toughness test. On the brighter side, she's not losing blood.
*END OF ROUND 2*1-5·1d100
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 23, 2014 0:12:08 GMT 8
Red grins at his fighter. “Guess it isnt either of our day eh?”
Then he picks up the dropped shock maul with his free hand, and turns to focus his blade on Titus’ assailant.
[half action to pick up the maul, half action for a standard attack at +10 vs Titus’ guy]
WS +10 vs 49 yhSnNL2C1-100
If hit 1d10+4
Parry vs 49 1-1001-100·1d10+4·1-100
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 23, 2014 0:43:30 GMT 8
Titus felt as if he'd run up against a stone wall when he had tried to bull rush his attacker. He had almost felt himself bounce off the burly chest. "Makes sense," he considers. "Someone who can swing a maul effectively probably has a few extra pounds on him."
While he thumbs the safety off his laspistol, hoping for a lucky shot into the opponent's vitals, Titus notices a steely gaze from the other. The man's fingers were flexing around his maul hungrily, and he was adjusting his feet slightly. Titus didn't at all like the way the man was eyeing his forehead.
"Yeah, well, good luck with that," Titus comments out loud. Then, with his left hand, he yanks the hood of the maul-bearer's cloak down over his face, holding it in place with a tight fist.
vs. Titus WS of 27
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As he did this, Titus brings his right hand up, the one still holding the freshly-drawn pistol. Using his clenched left fist to brace it, he sticks it point-blank into the (hopefully) blind opponent's face.
"May you learn the secrets only the Omnissiah Himself can reveal," he chanted, uttering a subtle Mechanicus curse. Then, he pulls the trigger.
vs. Titus BS of 32 (with +30 for point blank, -20 for called shot, +10 for bracing gun against left hand)
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 23, 2014 0:48:09 GMT 8
(damage roll)
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Post by senorsomething on Jul 23, 2014 19:15:13 GMT 8
Bazl shudders as the impact of bullets rolls through her body, shaking her scrawny frame. After the first seconds of shock, she feels the pain hit, agonizing pain shooting up her arm. A quick self-assement: left hand, useless. Shit! Still standing. Fuck yeah! Gun in right hand. Body bleeding. Not dead. Damn straight! Dangerous enemy in front. Grrr... She grits her teeth against the mind-shaking pain. Time to roll, then. Roll with the hits. She glares at the guy who shot her. "Yeah well, look behind you, dirtface!" She lets a half-crazed laugh bubble up from her throat, "Your fighting companions can't even hold on to their weapons and now it's three against one! Your turn to eat bullets!" Her voice holds a clear tone of gloating triumph and she points her gun at him, every fiber of her being focused on ignoring her injuries and red-hot pain. (She attempts to trick him into looking behind himself or fleeing, either one
I'm guessing that's a roll for deception... Vs 36 fellowship (has deceive trained) mihLqRI1d100
As she continues to grapple with the pain of her injuries, she uses her last ounce of will power to focus her aim and pull the trigger, releasing another spray of bullets towards her attacker. Then, finally Bazl allows herself to give into the weakness, letting herself stagger sideways, towards her injured arm- it hurt like hell, all levels of hell, but somehow, dammit, she's keep her feet and keep moving. Trying, at least. Always, always trying. (rollplaying her -10 to physical actions, I figured this is a good way to show her -10 to shoot)
Ballistics 35 + 20 for full round +30 for point blank, -10 for injuries 1d100
If hit, 1d10+3
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 23, 2014 22:07:42 GMT 8
The hooded man #2 (pump-action shotgun) doubts for a fraction of second, Bazl threats startle him, and he loses his action for this round (and his aim), he turns to look back to check if his companions are still there. At all effects, he counts as surprised until his next action.
The hooded man #3 (empty handed) wasn't attacked this round, but he's riled now he lost his weapon. A gutural, animalistic growl emerges from his throat, and does an all-out attack to Red, trying to bite his neck.
Bite with WS against 52 (32+20): zzj2YE8m1d100
In case he hits: 1d5+3
For all effects, the bite works similar to a hold. Red can either try to push him away with a confronted Strength test (the one with more degrees of success or less degrees of failure wins), or he can have him there biting on him and attack with a +30 for having a sitting duck hanging from his Sternocleidomastoid muscle.
The hooded man #4 (shock maul) was shot in the torso by Titus, that didn't manage to pull his hood down or shoot him in the head, but was hit in the torso nonetheless. He loses 5 wounds (He has a toughness bonus of 3).1d100·1d5+3
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 23, 2014 22:13:23 GMT 8
ROUND 3 ROUND-UP:
The hooded man #1 (Laspistol) Still dead.
The hooded man #2 (pump-action shotgun) is surprised until his next action, suffered no wounds.
The hooded man #3 (shock maul) is a sitting duck trying to chew Red's neck, suffered no wounds.
The hooded man #4 (shock maul) was shot and is at -5 wounds, and basically is so surprised by Titus' and Red's attacks that he loses his action this round.
END OF ROUND 3. YOU MAY BEGIN ROUND 4.
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 23, 2014 23:54:10 GMT 8
Despite the fighting thus far, it was only now that Titus could take a look at the rest of the mayhem around them. There was a hooded man..or what was left of him...on the floor; a mangled woman not dressed like the others, fighting with curious mayhem and bravado; two more attackers standing still in momentary confusion by the attack on both sides; and one more, biting at Red's neck.
"Things sure went tits-up faster than even I was expecting," Titus grumbled. Though still on two feet, his right leg throbbed, and he tried to keep his weight off of it. Mauls wielded a hefty punch; maybe he should look into getting one after this.
"Hey Red, don't forget to save one for questioning!" he shouted to his mate. Four dead enemies might puff their pride, but it would help them little in solving their mystery. Remembering that he had easy access to some "rope," Titus brushed aside his cloak with his left hand, grabbing the hook-end of a coil of fine wire cable. (Half action to draw the rope from his clip/drop harness.) Then, dropping the laspistol from his right hand (it was still attached by lanyard to his belt), he sought to wind the cable around his opponent's right arm.
vs. Titus WS of 27 (with -20 for called shot, +10 for outnumbered opponent, for result of 17)
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Post by senorsomething on Jul 24, 2014 2:46:49 GMT 8
Bazl struggled to regain her balance. The ground was listing towards her in a way she knew it shouldn't. The good news about being so small and scrawny is that the ground wasn't so far away. She shook her head. Focus, brat! she scolded herself mentally. She had to keep herself moving or she'd end up dead.
She stared through pain-glazed eyes as the fracas before her. Damn, had she misjudged the others' fighting abilities? She'd hoped they'd have taken another stalker down by now.
Well, not much helping it now. Balls to the wall and all that. She blearily eyes the back of her attacker (thank the Emperor he flippin' fell for that trick!) and lets loose a full round of bullets, praying that her luck will land them in her target.
Ballistics 35 + 20 for full round +30 Surprised -10 for injuries (max +30)OYrMGzBZ1d1001d100
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 24, 2014 8:34:22 GMT 8
Red looks over his shoulder to check up on their mysterious assistant, and cant see a damn thing with the crazed, biting arsehole clinging to his back, scrabbling ineffectively against his guardsman's armor. He rolls his eyes at the poor dumb bastard, and looks over his other shoulder to get a better view. Red isn't much for counting, but he's pretty good at counting shots, and he knows that the girl with the foot tall mohawk has fired 21 shots so far, out of a 30 round magazine. Her next full auto volley will empty her weapon and leave her in a spot of trouble, where she might need help.
Red sees her distract her assailant by gesturing behind him, and Red obliges the distraction by waving his sword about and howling bloody murder. While the shotgun wielder is distracted, Red watches Mohawk sneak up behind the stupid git and empty her mag into his back. Red counts 4 shots that connect before the weapon runs dry, head, head, arm, body, click.
Red turns back to the tech priest, muttering under his breath. "Well, that's that. Don't need my god damned help." He debates for a moment about who to attack next, then his neck biter tries to worm around a hand to gouge out his eyes, and that decides things for him.
On Catachan, there are blood leeches as long as a man's leg, that will drain you dry faster than you would believe. Most men who get bit die before they can do anything about it, but he did see one man survive, called him Half-pint afterwards. Half-pint pulled his knife and stabbed the blood leech right through the critter's brain as it was draining him. But he didn't flick it away, instead, he left the seal intact and just upended the thing, letting gravity send some of his own blood back into his body. He died a few months later on Pitt, IED, but that sure was a neat trick with the blood leech.
Red enjoys his reminiscing for a moment, then reaches back as casual as you please and tries to skewer his own blood leech, just as if he were scratching his back with a willow reed.
[Half Action, standard attack, with a +30 for attacking a vulnerable target]
WS +30 = 69 tWTqGipP1-100
damage if hit 1d10+4
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 24, 2014 8:43:37 GMT 8
Red feels his blade catch flesh, and grins, finally satisfied with making contact. Was trying for the throat, but even the left leg is at least good for something. He's been in a funk ever since his extended confinement on the ship, and was worried that he might take a lucky shot to the brain before he could shake it. Thinking that his stab probably made quick work of his leech, he turns on Titus' opponent, mumbling to himself. "Take him alive, eh? How the bloody hell am I supposed to do that?"
Then he gets an idea, utters a low growl, and throws his shoulder into the bastard, trying to take him off his feet with the weight of his own neck biting comrade.
[half action, Knock-Down, opposed strength tests, +10 for opponent being outnumbered]
Red's Strength = 40+10 j4a2tgpK1-100
reactive parry if needed = 39+10 1-100 1-100·1-100
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 24, 2014 8:55:49 GMT 8
*Round 3 party actions*
Titus misses to tangle the hooded man #4's arm.
Bazl empties 4 shots into hooded man #2 (I already counted the -3 for the target's toughness bonus in the rolls, for a total of 1D10-1):
1st shot (head): TSdjt2Dx1d10-1
2nd shot (head): 1d10-1
3rd shot (right arm): 1d10-1
4th shot (body): 1d10-1
Red stabs his assailant, hooded man #3, for 6 points of damage.1d10-1·1d10-1·1d10-1·1d10-1
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 24, 2014 9:12:38 GMT 8
ROUND 4 ROUND-UP:
The hooded man #1 (Laspistol) Still dead.
The hooded man #2 (pump-action shotgun) is blasted to Kingdom Come by Bazl's autogun, and dies horribly from two headshots and a chest hole Red could fit his bulging biceps through.
The hooded man #3 (ex-shock maul) is stabbed on his thigh, lifted from the ground like a shish-kebab, and thrown on top of #4. He suffers 6 wounds and loses his action.
The hooded man #4 (shock maul) is knocked down by Red and the weight of his colleague, who still has a Catachan Fang in his thigh. Loses his actions for this round, and it's trapped under a wriggling body.
END OF ROUND 4. YOU MAY BEGIN ROUND 5.1d100·1d10+3PNPhAOQA
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 24, 2014 18:29:58 GMT 8
Red jumps up on top of the pile of bodies, grabbing his Fang for balance. He leaves the blade in the first enemies leg, and begins to lean on it, sawing through the first enemy and stabbing it into the second, with all his weight behind it. He begins doing a sharp up and down motion, making a bloody mess and sending bright red arterial blood flying in all directions. As he saws up and down he begins to talk, conversationally at first, but getting louder and louder with each gory thrust.
Now, when you first set on us I thought you were just street trash. But then you did two things. First, you used shock mauls. That's some pretty specialized weapons for street toughs, the kind of weapons you want when you are trying to take someone alive. Second, after your laspistol buddy went all chunky salsa on the alley wall, you didn't run. Street punks know when to cut tail and run, a universal cowardice may be the only thing they all have in common. Now, that makes me think you are more than just street punks. So I've got to ask, WHO THE HELL SENT YOU??
[half action standard attack, +10 for outnumbered, +10 for higher ground. half action intimidate check]
WS+20=59 XSFDgrgL1-100
damage if hit 1d10+4
intimidate untrained 40/2=20 1-100
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 24, 2014 18:34:23 GMT 8
(OOC: I'm trying to stab the second enemy, Titus', the one who is underneath and is still armed. The (unsuccessful) intimidate check is for the first enemy, the one who tried to bite me. I'm hoping the sound of his comrade dying beneath him will be enough to turn him, but looks like the dice just aren't with me. Also, reactive parry should someone try to take a swing at me:yOy7GscK1-100) 1-100
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 24, 2014 19:11:09 GMT 8
At this point, Titus decides to do probably the most sensible thing he has done yet--stay out of the brawl. His last two gambits had failed horribly, and considering the damage that Red and the mysterious wounded woman had done to the attackers on their own, Titus felt it was best if he let them finish what they started. "Time to stop being cute," he grumbled to himself. (Titus didn't like to admit it, even when he realized it, but he was at times enamored with his own cleverness--cleverness that hadn't done him a lick of good in the past few seconds.)
Besides, that shock maul had nearly taken him across the brow, and the pain in his right knee was moving up into his hip. Titus took the breather to regain his laspistol in his right hand (half-action ready) and steady himself in case more attackers appeared, or in case Red needed help hurting a guy (half action delay).
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Post by senorsomething on Jul 24, 2014 22:19:21 GMT 8
Bazl watched Red toss the stabbed dude straight into the stalker trying to hit the tech guy. And then jump on top. She shook her head, trying to clear the gray from the edge of her vision. Well, the strangers were finally on top of things- literally. She swept the scene wearily, until she located the fallen laspistol. Covered in body gore but she didn't give a bloody finger at this point. She teetered dizzily as she bent and scooped the pistol into her her possession, and then lurched off to the side to find a wall to lean against.
Bazl gave a little, pained huff of relief and sat down against the nearest wall surface, cradling her hurt arm. She panted shallowly, trying to move her hurting body as little as possible. She'd decide later if it was a good or bad idea to jump into a strange fight. Right now, she just needed to get herself back together. Dammit, she hated looking weak in front of others!
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 24, 2014 22:36:59 GMT 8
As soon as Red finishes cutting the guy's leg, Blood spurts violently from his femoral artery, and his wriggling comes to a stop. The guy underneath growls and produces gutural, animalistic sounds. The more injured he gets, the more animalistic he becomes. Makes Red think of the Catachan guys who were lost too long in the jungle, how they went completely feral. But this... this is something more. It seems as if some savage part of his attacker's brain had taken over, because he lets the maul fall and the only attempts he makes are with his hands and teeth. The hooded man's mouth is beginning to foam, as he begins screaming and howling at the top of his lungs, trying to grab Red with his hands. Luckily, his dead colleague in top of him, and Red's weight have him pinned to the floor.
END OF ROUND 5
(And end of conventional combat, as it is)
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Post by senorsomething on Jul 25, 2014 10:03:02 GMT 8
Bazl grimaces at the man's feral shrieking. "Yeesh, someone shut that freak up," she mutters. "knock him senseless if ya need, can try to question him later, I guess." She takes a deep breath to steady herself. And waits for the others to handle it. She was sitting right here for a few moments, then was definitely going to seek medical. "Now, you two. Maybe instead of lookin at a map, and not seeing the surrounds- er," at this she pauses, and nods to Red, "pardon, I noted you were lookin' around. But him-" and she points at the techie who'd been holding the tech map, "wasn't." She sighs, shakes her head, realizing she's not speaking too clearly. "Sorry. I'm Bazl. Maybe I could help guide you, on the main path, wherever you're headed, so we can keep a better eye out. Pleased to meet you, though better circumstances would be nice. I'll shake hands later, but I'm kinda hurt now, see." she grimaces a weak smile in their direction and waits to see what they decide.
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 25, 2014 15:47:04 GMT 8
Red nods to himself at the idea of taking this guy alive, and somewhat casually puts an arm bar across his throat, trying to choke him out. This takes a bit, as the man struggles and snaps, but Red is a patient man in a superior position, so eventually Red gets him to a state of unconsciousness that he is satisfied with.
[Let me know if you want me to roll anything here. I'm just planning on overloading him with Fatigue damage to put him under, but I'm not sure what skills that would call for.]
That done, red stands up, cleans and sheaths his large blade, making it the only clean thing in all that red, and throws a glance at Titus. "Hey Tin Man, if you're feeling up to it, see if you can get down some of that electrical wire and tie this guy up for transport. Careful with him though, he's not all there. If this were back home I would say it might be a Brain Creeper with it's tendrils in his medula. We'll want a medicus to have a good look at his brain, see if anything's wrong. While you are doing that, I'll see to our new friend."
Red walks over to Bazl, oversized but empty hands held up and a calm note in his voice, like he's speaking to a wounded, frightened animal. "Easy there Mohawk. I'm just going to take a look at that hand, make sure you're not going to bleed out. You're probably going into shock right now, things feeling a little bit gray, that's why you're babbling a bit. We'll get some fluids into you, get some RnR, you'll be just fine, now let me see that hand a moment."
[The Feral World trait "Rite of Passage" gives me some basic medical skills that lets me do an Int test to stop blood loss. No blood loss here, so I'm just going to check the wound, wrap it up in some scraps of clothing, and set a brace, probably with that shotgun.] UqN6oFyG1-100
While Red is patching up the hand, he pauses a moment to touch his earbud and throat communicator, and sends a message to the other team. "While we were on walkabout, we managed to get ourselves into a firefight and make a new friend. I'm fine, but Titus and the new friend both got hit, might need some medical attention. Don't suppose that you could arrange that on your end? And as long as you are at it, see if the medic you track down could do some looking into the brain of a captive we're bringing along. He isn't right in the head, gone all feral. Might have something to do with the rebellion, maybe not. Either way, we're coming up."
Work done, Red claps Bazl on an uninjured shoulder. "Name's Red by the way, and over there is Tin Man. You're Mohawk. Now everybody is all nice and acquainted. I imagine that you might have another name, but I don't want to hear it, too dangerous." Red gestures around him significantly, eyebrow raised. "You did a mighty fine bit of gunplay back there, and we're much obliged. Any particular reason you decided to jump in, or were you just being neighborly?"1-100
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 25, 2014 19:41:26 GMT 8
"Tin Man," Titus quoted to himself. He nodded a slow appreciation. It could work. Evocative, and phonetically similar to his actual name.
As for their one captive, Titus quickly began cutting strips of cloth from the three dead thugs' cloaks to braid into rope. His clip/drop harness wire was good in a pinch, but it would hardly do to keep someone incapacitated for a length of time--particularly during transport. As he did so, he also searched the bodies of the three they'd downed (or what was left of them). Although he was obviously interested in their weapons, which could be used for later, he was also searching for technology he might recognize: microbeads, electoos, bionic enhancements, and things of that sort. He too was curious if they had a biological pathogen (as Red had suggested), but that would take expertise they didn't have in their group. He also turned out their pockets to see what sort of gear a thug squad took with them when they went a-thugging.
(Let me know if I need to roll a Per test for doing this.)
When he was done, the unconscious brute was hog-tied, with an extra non-tightening loop wrapped around his neck. Titus had a feeling the guy might go berserk again when he awoke, and he wanted an automatic "off switch" if the guy started getting crazy. Would be better than constantly re-checking the knots.
Titus finally stood up. "Glad to see you know some first aid there, Red, though I would have been surprised if you didn't. I know how to stop machines from bleeding out all their oil, but living flesh is a little beyond me. So who is the lady, and why is she so robust?"
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 25, 2014 20:47:02 GMT 8
Yeah, anyone who wants to look for concealed items/clues, should roll Search(per). It's a basic skill, so even if you don't have it, you can roll it untrained (at half your Per value)
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 25, 2014 22:09:45 GMT 8
Titus Per = 36, so Search untrained = 18
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 25, 2014 22:10:54 GMT 8
Per 30, untrained 15 SH7GqBdX1-1001-100
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Post by senorsomething on Jul 26, 2014 0:34:06 GMT 8
Bazl stoically accepted Red's medical ministrations, but gave a snort at the introductions. "Mohawk, eh? No creativity innit. Whatever though, thanks, Red." She starts to shrug, then stops with a wince. "As for why I jumped in... well, 4 against 2 is unfair, but 3 against 4 is damn good time, right?" Despite her obvious injuries, her eyes sparkled. She awkwardly pushed herself to her feet again, feeling odd with her arm in the makeshift brace. "Uh, hi there, Tin dude. Cool fight...fracas....pile up...thing.... yeah?" She looks a bit lost for words. Introductions not really her thing, really. She clears her throat, awkwardly, nods her head once, and then clumsily starts checking bodies for anything useful. A scum's gotta make ends meet, somehow.
(perception 36, so half is 18) N7GPrF5I1d1001d100
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 26, 2014 2:12:36 GMT 8
All three of you examine the bodies and find nothing unusual, except for their weapons and a certain amount of credits (a total of 2000 credits between the four of them).
Weapons list:
- Laser pistol + 2 clips (one of them half-empty).
- Pump-action shotgun + 15 shells.
- 2x Shock Maul.
Miscellaneous objects you find:
- Compass
- Ragged clothes (the clothes they wear look old and ratty, same as the cloaks and hoods).
- Chrono.
- 3 obscura doses (the shotgun guy had them).
- 1 phial of liquid that comes with a built-in injector.
- 1x demolition charge (the frenzied guy had it).
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 26, 2014 15:02:35 GMT 8
Just as you're finishing to search and loot all the bodies, you hear quick footsteps, and a bright white spotlight shines upon you. You can all see that the light comes from a big vehicle parked in the main street.  Six troopers are coming your way, with shock mauls and bolt pistols, full carapace armour. Two of the troopers begin searching you for weapons, one of them groaning when he finds Red's Catachan Fang. The other finds Titus' Inquisition Acolyte Rosette, and examines it under his flashlight. |
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Post by senorsomething on Jul 26, 2014 16:42:06 GMT 8
Bazl silently groans, hoping they don't take away their newly acquired loot. Or realize that she's not supposed to really be here. She's not sure which would be worse, actually. She ducks her head and steps behind Red, suddenly looking a lot more subdued. She'd let her new companions handle this one. Hopefully. Normally she'd sneak away by now, but that was a bit difficult to do with her injuries and her one arm splinted, and she could use the medical help. If she was REALLY lucky, maybe Colonel Mortz would let her transgressions slide since she helped these guys. If she wasn't really lucky..... She winced.
"I'll let you guys handle the talking," she mumbles quietly to Red and Tin Man as she hunches behind them.
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 26, 2014 19:41:09 GMT 8
Great, thought Titus to himself. I've never been very good with public speaking. Let's just hope I can be a decent face for the group until we get back in Leitbec's company.
"Inquisition," Titus said quietly, hoping not loud enough for anyone but the trooper in front of him to hear. (With the engine of the APC running, he still had to raise his voice to almost a yell.) "I would hope that much was obvious, from the badge. I appreciate your dedication to the law and order, but we are in the middle of an important covert mission. These men are wanted for questioning in our current case, and didn't want to come along quietly. We made certain they did."
Titus glanced back to where the other troopers were still frisking Red and the injured scum woman. "You can take what time you need to verify the authenticity of this badge, as that is your duty. But it is also my duty to remind you not to interfere with an official Inquisition investigation. The sooner we are on our way with our detainees and..." (here he gestured to the collected weapons and gear) "case evidence, the less likely my superiors will be asking embarrassing questions about the hold-up."
He stood at ease, his hands gently folded in front of him, and waited for the trooper's reply.
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 26, 2014 20:23:02 GMT 8
Red looks over at Titus, who seems to have everything well in hand. He relaxes a little bit, and starts up a side conversation with the arbite patting him down, rolling his eyes and letting out a sigh.
"Politics. Man, you and I have probably been in more than a few firefights, but politics is something that working stiffs like you and me steer clear of, eh?"
Red gives a chuckle and a wink, then eyes the arbite's armor appreciatively, letting out a full whistle.
"Wow, you justice boys sure do get some nice kit. Is that carapace armor standard issue? Man, I wish the guard was so well supplied, looks like it could take half a bolt round without flinching. How's the weight and maneuverability though? I sometimes wonder if you guys aren't a bit restricted. And what about those shock mauls. Takes special training for those, eh? I took one off one of the thugs during the fight, but couldn't find the damn power button. Actually, is it at all weird that these thugs had the kit they did? Struck me as strange is all."
When the arbite starts handing some of Red's blades, Red lets out another chuckle.
"Careful with those, especially the long one. I keep em sharp, and you don't want to slice yourself. I'll be wanting those back in the same condition you're getting them in, bits of blood and all. They have nostalgia value, you understand. Those blades have seen me through more than a few close calls over the years. How long you been in the service?"
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