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Shadowrun RPG Play-By-Post Games => Welcome to the Shadows => Topic started by: kv on February 08, 2006, 03:15:31 PM
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It's 3am on a cold Seattle winter morning. Even the stars are hidden behind clouds, although it's too cold to rain. You wake up and glance at the chronometer... it's been a while since your last job, and you're starving.
You check the fridge, but the only thing there is the lightbulb and some mustard packets. You suck on those while you try to find anything else to eat in your house... no luck.
Looks like you'll have to put on a coat and head down to the shack to grab something to eat.
((This is the intro run for Starhiker, who has been pretty patient thus far... anyone else can feel free to join in))
-kv the GM
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I slide on my snap blades and grab my favorite jacket--the black, armored motorcycle on with blue and grey trim. I like it because the sleeves are long enough to hide my blades, and the lower part just wide and stiff they won't get sliced up.
I glance outside. It's relatively quiet right now, but I've been in the neighborhood long enough to know just how fast that can change.
After some searching, I remember kicking my Predator under the couch yesterday when Dad made an unexpected visit. I guess the freighter he works on made good time on the last shipment and they gave him the day off.
Anyway, I retrieve my gun, settle it into its concealed holster, and hunt down a few of my other 'toys'. Namely, my throwing knives and a couple FlashPaks. Hopefully, I won't have to waste them, but like I said. It's not the best neighborhood around.
I grab my keys, lock up (not that it'd do any good if the merc upstairs comes home drunk and forgets which floor he lives on. Again) and head out.
I shiver slightly in the chill air and, after a short debate, I decide to walk the few blocks to the nearest shack. I'd prefer to ride, but my bike doesn't exactly have much in the way of cargo space.
I think I'll stock up on frozen pizzas. And coffee. And hot chocolate mix.
The cold hits you like a punch in the teeth as you step outside. Your face almost feels too numb to chatter, but your teeth do click a little bit as you step out into the cold. The motorcycle definitely sounds like a bad idea at the moment.
It isn't raining or snowing, but the stars and moon are all covered up with clouds, and only two streetlights on thei block are working- and neither are in front of your apartment.
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Raymond Theadore Lovelace.
3AM. standard stomping grounds: the Arcade.
there's just no way to perfect the ultimate combo for 'Super SNK Fighter Kombat' you just have to put in the hours. and hours. and hours.
He reaches down and sends a rush of voltage to his magneticly enhanced right arm.
"I have no idea how people you actually put coins in thease things pay to get good at this"
then it hits.
the throbbing migrane... the cold weight in the pit of your stomach.
oh God...
searching his bag he discovers that the worst thing possible has come true... he's out of caffeen.
he feels the dizzyness set in as he lunges for the door... it feels like the whole room is moving of it's own random accord... while stumbling for the entrance he idely wonders if there is a mathmatical algorythem for calculating the movement of a chemical-depemdant mind... he sets his math-co-processer to go work on it.
as he hits the front of the arcade he can see it through the frosted window like a dream...
Open 24/7.
The Shack.
Pushing open the door there is a cold blast that dosn't help with the throbbing migrane, but does wonders for the dizzyness... how many days has he been in the arcade? it's hard to tell... what time is it? oh yea. retinal clock. 3:00AM on the dot. he sometimes forgets that the clock can be used for things other than combos.
boy it's cold. no wonder he avoided going outside at all costs.
well, one cold dash acrost the street and he's there. caffeen heaven. there isn't a single product in that entire store that isn't laced to the brim with caffeen. even the sunglasses are soaked in caffeen for hours before being put on the plastic spinning stand...
Ray's mouth starts to water as he runs acrost the street, dodging traffic like he's a frog on a highway... even though there's no traffic to dodge. (it's best to practice)
the cold cathoed neon lights seem to provide a warmpth that cuts illogically through the cold of the sunless morning...
the windows are frosted... due to the light it's impossible to tell what's going on inside.
moving in range of the door sensor... and it opens...
a blast of hot air greets him.
even the air must be caffanated!
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I shove my hands into my pockets and start walking. The lighting's pretty bad, but the clouds reflect enough light from the city I don't have too many problems seeing.
As I walk, I start to warm up some. By the time I get to the Shack, I'm almost comfortable.
I walk inside. After the cold and the excercise, the warm air feels almost stifling.
Ok, food first. I think as I grab a basket and wander back to the freezer.
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The Stuffer Shack has three half-tall shelves, the first of which is loaded with different kinds of gum (pork flavor?), and candies. The second is loaded with cans of soy-processing meat substitute, and the last has soap, razors, bags of towels, little shampoo containers, and vaccum-sealed bags of bread that look like they could cause a concussion. At the very back of the store, there is a freezer next to the stock room door, where things like soy-milk and protein suppliments sit in the cooled environment that is nowhere as cold as the air outside.
As always, there is a rack of sunglasses near the cashier's stand, where hidden behind racks of soy-bacco cigarettes, cigars, and lottery ticket advertisement sits a bored orkish guy with acne. He looks to be about in his twenties, and he's reading some sort of pornographic magazine and looking very bored. He sits on a stool behind a counter of very scratched bullet-proof glass, under which are poorly lit zipguns and boxes of ammo.
The lighting in here is horrible- the florescent bulbs are a uniform color of 'dull' that seems to suck the color and life out of everything. The tile, dirty and covered with stains, reflects the dullness.
On the side across from the clerk and counter, there is a setup with a microwave and soy-cheese, and every type of foodstuff imaginable- Unless you happen to be capable of imagining something worth eating.
Next to the microwave, closer to the back of the store, is the drink machine, selling caffine-filled and nicotine-laced "C@F-P0W!" Drink. It also has several other alternatives, but the Caf-Pow is the only one that looks like it gets any use. As the clerk stops to sip from a cup, you understand why.
The place is empty except for you two and the bored clerk, who glances at each of you before returning to his magazine.
At the back of the store, a circular mirror allows the clerk to keep an eye on all customers, and a small poorly made security camera records each customer, so if the clerk is shot, the camera will (hopefully) record an image of his attacker.
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Okay. I run as fast as I can, to the C@F-P0W, and get the largest cup available, as I start to fill it up, I'll use my other hand to grab a handfull of straws, and without removing any of the wrapers, i'll shove it into the slowly filling cup, and begin to drink great huge swallows full.
I'm not big on the nicotine, but the nicotine free machine is always broken in thease places, and I need my fix now.
when i've drunk so much that I start to feel like i'll need to throw up soon, i'll let the cup fill to the rest of the way up, throw the used straws on the floor, and grab a new one. leaving the wrapper on. I'll attach a lid to the cup, and push the straw through, wraper and all.
"It's like a filter."
actually, seeing as how i'm here, I'm going to see if I can fix the nicotine free machine. I've got time, and I really should make up for the mess I left on the floor.
<Build Repair Electronics> 11, 7, 5, 4, 1, 1
"Crap... it's just unplugged... wait... thease come out of the same vat! "
From the front of the place, you hear the clerk look up from his nudie magazine. "Dude, leave the machine alone... they what?"
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I stare at the guy chugging C@F-POW for a moment then shake my head and toss some of the frozen single meals into the basket. At this point, I don't really care what I'm grabbing. It all mostly tastes the same, anyway.
I stick one of the meals into the microwave and go look for something to drink. On the way, I pick up some instant coffee and a box of hot chocolate mix.
I look over the display, debating whether I want caffene, alcohol, or something that was actually 'healthy'.
They have dispensers for cheap booze (soy-kahol), old fashioned Mountain Dew (with realistic old-time flavor), and C@F POW!, which is the only one working. There's a guy fiddling with the back of the machine, who suddenly notices that both the nicotine and the non-nicotine come out of the same vat, meaning every junkie on the planet who wanted non-nicotine cafpow was just as addicted.
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"Crap... it's just unplugged... wait... these come out of the same vat! "
I look at the guy fiddling with the machine, relieved I'd always stuck to drinks with lower caffeine levels. I'm not as much of a health nut as some Adepts, but I also don't like the idea of getting myself addicted.
"I...think I'll have something else." I mutter as I walk back to get some soy-milk.
As you walk to the back of the store, you look over the soymilk, trying to find one that isn't expired. Suddenly, without realizing it, you can hear a car approaching the Stuffer Shack. Or maybe just driving by. Isn't it amazing how sounds travel clearer on a cold day?
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"Look, here's the distribution line, It goes from here, in the main tank, and moves over to this one here, and splits. this other tank, is just empty pipe. it's a dead end. it dosn't go anywhere. That sucks. Want me to fix it? I'll do it for free... i'm starting to feel the energy rush, and It'll be a little bit before I can concentrate hard enough to play video games properly Hmm... I have an arc-whelder here in my bag I think that It'd work I coud just bypass this hosehereand starttogofrom heretothere and thenthemain solinoidwillactually bemovingfromthemaintanktotheother lookIgotallthepartsrighthereOkay?good.I'llstartnow. I'mgladyouagreethatweneedtohavethisfixedrightaway becausegivingpeoplechemicalsthattheydont'needisjustrude!"
with that, I immediatly start taking the machine apart and rewireing it. while i'm at it, i'll see if i can bump-up the caffeen content of the non-nicotine version. I'll also take off my shirt and tie it arround my head. don't want any hair to fall into this mixture, that would be un-healthy. I wonder if I should take off my shoes and pants for static safety? Hmm... this is a big job. I'm going to need lots and lots of cheetos-soy-snaps.
The clerk and other woman in the store don't seem the appreciate the service you're doing for them, and they seem more than a little disturbed that you're undressing. They must know nothing about static saftey. They'll appreciate it once you're done. The woman even stop to watch you for a second before deciding to get something else to drink. She mutters something about soymilk.
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That's it! The pants are coming off! this job is bigger than I thought!
Okay, I'll go get some metal parts and a glass bottle. I'm going to need something to build a distiller out of to make the caffeen stronger. some empty vodka bottles should work fine. I'll add the booze to the side that I don't want to drink. I'll tap my karma to re-roll any non-successes as I'm building this thing. I want it to be perfect!
"J00N33D70G374B1GG3RC0MPR3550RF0R7H3D157R1BU710NP4N3LR1GH74W4Y!!! "
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I rummage through the cooler until I find a quart that's only a day past its expiration date (They always print it a week before it really goes bad, right?) and head back up to get my food from the microwave.
I stop short when I see the naked guy rerouting the tubing of the C@F-POW machine.
"Uh, oookay." I look from the guy to the microwave. My stomach growls and I carefully move past him to retrieve my food.
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"B3W4R3 7H3 M1CR0-W4V3! 17 15 N07 L337! 1 W1LL R3P41R 17 N3X7! "
Oh well. if she wants to eat food that's not cooked all the way, that's her perogative. I just hope she dosn't come to me when she gets salmenella poisoning. Once I finish fixing the machine, I'll put my pants back on and test it.
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A van pulls up in front of the stuffer shack, shining brights into the interior of the store. The ork sighs, and opens the register. After a moment, you understand why.
Four orks wearing masks and carrying sawed-off shotguns walk into the place, pointing thier very nasty weapons at each of you. They stop dead cold at the sight of the chubby decker with a shirt tied around his head and no pants fixing the C@FPOW! Machine, muttering something intelligible. but they point a shotgun at him anyway.
The clerk starts stuffing all the paper money from the register into a brown paper bag, not looking at the assailants. One of them approaches him, shotgun held ready.
The third ork points his gun at the lady with the hot meal and the groceries. He gestures with the gun for her to stand against the wall.
The fourth ork watches everyone else, shotgun held in one hand, pointed up at the ceiling and resting against his shoulder. He speaks up while you listen to the clerk stuff the money in the bag. "Listen up! Give us all your money and valuables... and pants, you wierdo, and we'll be on our way. No one gets hurt."
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Okay. easy-nuff. I'll jump down off of the machine, grab my pants and walk towards the guy pointing the shotgun at me. when I get close enough to hand them over, I'll use my carefully practiced Ninja-Gaden-master-death-strike-IV on him. I'll throw up my pants in the air so he's watching them when I move to strike.
"J00 D34D F00!"
Initive: 1D6+5 Roll: (6)11
Unarmed Combat 4 (+4 combat pool) 16, 9, 8, 5, 4, 2, 1, 1 (5 sucesses?)
Strength (4) +1 (5M Stun)
assuming that I do a decent amount of dammage to him, I'll take his shotgun and start shooting it (that defaults to quickness right?) while using his body as a meat shield. (I saw it once in Dead or Alive 16)
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Even though the ork is expecting some kind of resistance, he's not expecting you to throw your pants in his face and kick him. Unluckily, you're fighting the ork who is golden gloves boxer locally, so his skill of 5 vs your skill of 4 makes things tougher for you.
Body Resist: 5D (minus leather jacket) 3's - using body of 5
8, 5, 5, 3, 2 - four successes (he takes a moderate wound)
He takes your hit to the side of the head, looks a little dazed, but very, very angry. You aren't fast enough to move out of the way as he pulls the gun away from you, and hits you with a hard right.
Boxing: 5 (tn 4 +2) 8, 5, 5, 4, 3, 1 (One success)
Str (5) +1 M Stun = 6M Stun
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I groan to myself. Looks like dinner'll have to wait. I drop the basket I'd been carrrying and throw my dinner into the ork's face. I then move in with a roundhouse kick.
Init 2D6+8 Rolls (4,5) 17
Thrown Weapons 4 (+2 combat pool) 8,5,4,4,2,1
Unarmed Combat 4 (+3 combat pool) 11,5,5,4,3,3,2
Strength of 4; Killing Hands M
"That's for wrecking my dinner!"
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Let's say, for the sake of argument, that you go first before Ruski, cause you're way faster, and before the robbers, because they're not all that fast to begin with, although they are ork street toughs, so they have some meat on thier bones.
The ork isn't anything but distracted by your meal, and he trains his shotgun on you as you kick him.
Resisting: 4 Successes, Killing Hands Medium (5D)
(-2 for synth-leather jacket) 3D
Body (5): 6, 5, 4, 1, 1 (three successes- he is majorly fragged up)
They get to go at 7, so you get one more action before he's going to try to decide whether to shoot you or punch you in your pretty little elven face.
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Comming out of the rest room, doing up his zipper, a young-ish, badly shaved guy in a black T-shirt with the text "WWBMD?" and leather pant enters the scene.
Looking up, and saying "whatta frag?!"
(I loose initiative this round, being surprised).
You do lose initiative, and the guys with shotguns aren't happy to see any new suprises. This robbery is going south fast, so they've decided to start shooting shotguns and getting the hell out of there with the money.
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I follow up with a punch.
Unarmed 4 (8,5,4,2) saving what's left of my combat pool in case I need to dodge
Strength 4 Killing hands M
Resisting 5M with 5 body with a leather jacket (-2 impact)(8, 6, 5, 5, 3) five successes. You get in a punch that clips his chin, but it seems like it makes him more mad than anything.
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With only one sucess on his side, I think I'm going to go hells-bells, and try to pull off a dodge.
I got four combat pool left, and I'll need two sucesses, target number four to pull it off.
8,4,4,1
*whew*
got three.
Okay, so I pulled off the dodge. then It's my turn again at inititive pass 1
Unfortunately, he gets to shoot before you do that. The nekkid kid with the pants-throwing skills who started sucker-punching him isn't bringing out the good sportsmanship skills he was supposed to have learned in the boxing ring.
He is a little dizzy, but he drops the shotgun more or less level with your chest, and fires.
Shotgun (3, TN#3, +2 for Wounds): 5, 1, 1 One success, 5S
I've got no combat pool left, but I do have my ninja level-4 skill to rely on...
5,5,1,1
uh... two sucesses. not going to win any dance-dance revolution compatitions with that... but it could give me another shot at his shotgun...
Resisting: (Bod: 5, TN# 4 + 2 Wounds - 2 Impact Armor)8, 7, 5, 4, 1 Three successes.
He takes another bad hit to the head, and looks a little more dizzy than pissed off. He is not having the best day ever. Of course, neither are you.
-RuskiFace the Pirate
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Well, my body of four isn't going to react well to being shot like that; but *shrug* what is a naked guy to do?
Body 4
resisting 5S
so... target number 5. LOL
8, 7, 5, 1
well... that'll stage it down to 'M' and that's about as good as I could hope to do from that.
(Now, correct me if I'm wrong... but... I went at 11... and then he swung at me... wouldn't that make his first inititive pass less than 11? or, even if he tied with me; at 11, the dammage from the blow should have knocked him down to something past 11? like 9 or something... so he should have just had just the one attack, right?
so:
inititive pass 11: I go. I punch him and throw my pants
inititive pass 8 (or whatever): he punches at me, I pull off a cool dodge
init pass 1: I get to punch him again.
Meelee combat is suppose to be a full turn action right? so, you can't Punch, then shoot... right? Just checking. I'm okay with it either way though...
-RuskiFace the Pirate
He had a delayed action, waiting for you to do something stupid. i.e. You go, throw pants, hit him, he responds instantly, because of the delayed action. You dodge the hit.
(all of that at Init Pass 11)
7(-2 because of wounds, so 5): he gets to go again. He realizes that you know some kung-fu or something and the dizzyness in his head is the same kind when his manager tells him "lie down! give up!", so he shoots you.
1: You go again, hitting him again and doing some severe damage to someone who already has brain damage.
That's the way I had it worked out.
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The rest of the orks:
Hearing gunshots inside the store, on what was supposed to be the simplest of cash-pickups (this isn't the first time they've robbed this place, and not the first time they've gotten away with it) another ork lumbers out of the van and approaches the store.
The guy getting cash from the clerk figures the stupid fragger double-crossed them, and shoots him, point blank with the sawed-off.
Shotguns:3 TN#: 3 5,4,4 Three Successes. 5S
Clerk: Resisting Damage (body 3, no armor) 12, 4, 3, 1. One success.
Clerk takes Deadly Damage.
The shotgun blast cuts the clerk in half, spraying his blood all over the soy-baccon cigarettes behind him. He falls behind the counter, making gurgling sounds that seem to be him trying to scream.
The ork waiting near the door panics, trying to figure out who is the bigger threat, the elven girl ninjitsu-ing one guy, or the naked guy who is beating the crap out of his best fighter. He is unable to decide, and loses his action for this round.
The one wearing the elven girl's molten hot dinner on his face has decided that she's a huge threat, and points his sawed-off at her.
Shotgun 3, TN#3 (+1 for nuclear-hot burrito in his eyes, +3 for wounds):
5, 4, 2 (No Successes)
New round. Roll Init.
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Well, no matter how her combat resolves; I'm going to still be facing this mo-fo who shot me.
Okay. for reals this time.
Init 1D6+5 (Roll: 4) 9 (-2 for wounds) so Init / pass 7 is my final resting place. (it's my lucky number... but will it be fast enough to beat the evil ork in front of me?
-RuskiFace the Pirate
Yup. He goes (again) at 5. Your turn!
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Okay. Let's do this.
Unarmed Attack: Ninja Style.
Base Dice: 4, Combat Pool: 4 Total Dice: 8
Target number 5 +2 for wounds so 6
11,8,7,4,3,2,1,1
so... three sucesses, at Strength (4) +1 = 5M
"Ninja Neck-CHOP!"
if he happens to go down, I'll take the shotgun, and start using him as a body shield
Resisting 5M, with three successes, and +2 for wounds (7S)
Body (5): 16, 4, 3, 3, 2 (one success) he takes a serious wound. (Your second hit wouldn't have landed with modifiers)
He's still on his feet, but even standing still, his knees are knocking, and he looks like he's wishing his coach would throw in the towel.
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initiative: 5+3 = 8.
Ork go at 7, minus wounds. You get to go after AJ, but before Ruski or the Orks.
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Initiative: *6(9), 2*+8=19
You go first!
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This time, I pop the snap blades.
Edged weapons: 4, combat pool 2
Rolls: 5,5,3,2,1,1
Assuming I go again before he does, same skill/combat pool
11,8 5,2,1,1
Strength 4
You pop out your blades, and the Ork looks scared for the half-second it takes for you to shove them into him. He doesn't go down, but that's okay, because you go again before he does, slicing his throat with the blades. His hand goes to his throat as he falls backwards, gurgling and legs twitching.
Unfortunately, this also means that everyone in the store knows what a bad mother-fragger you are.
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Okay, while he's wavering I'll do the only thing I can do, start talking.
"Ding Ding Ding! that's it, round over. return to your corners!"
perhaps he'll be punch-drunk enough to spend some time thinking about it, or walk out of the store, or drop his gun or something.
-RuskiFace the priate
A lightning bolt the size of a moving van flashes past you in the space between you and the other attacker. You can feel electricity dancing between your fillings, and you hair stands on end, but it doesn't do any other damage to you.
From inches away, watching it's affect on your mugger is... something no video game has yet to capture. The bolt of intenst energy arcs through him, and you see the equivalent of him being put to death by electrocution three time- his eyeballs actually pop as the fluid within them overheats, he craps his pants (and the doo-doo is immediately fried to stone) and his body starts twitching with spasms that would make the most fragged decker proud.
The electricity is only there for a moment, and when it's gone, all that's left is that purple streak through your vision, that you try to blink away. It might take a while for your eyes to adjust.
The thug in front of you twitches for a moment before going down almost board-stiff, feet pulling out of his boots, which are cooked and melted to the floor. the shotgun in his hands has had some curious color changes, and you're pretty sure that the sight of his eyeballs popping is going to haunt your dreams for a while. A long while.
"I told you ya' should have gone back to your corner..."
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OK, well, I'm going to use my wonderful shiny exclusive Lightning Bolt.
Targeting orks in following order:
1) One with a gun pointed at me.
2) One in the door or just inside, trying to make sense of the situation.
3) Any other invader not in close combat.
4) Any other ganger, at random.
Force 7, exclusive action, cast at L damage level, entire spell pool to cast.
Target# 4.
1 2 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 8 = 7 successes.
Remeber that elemental manipulation is resisted using half impact, and mind any secondary damage, if you can be bothered.
Drain is 3M, due to limitation, Willpower rolls 1 2 3 3 9 9
Drain ignored.
Combat pool set on dodge.
'Suddently there is a bright flash and a loud crack-DOOM is heard as a lightning bolt flashes through the store.
Uhh... as your 7D+1 Lightning bolt rushes from attacker to attacker, the guys outside the store suddenly realize they left the stove on at home, jump back into the van in a pile. The van is already moving by the point they get the doors open, and fishtails in the snow on the ground as it pulls out into the street.
Inside the store, things are not so pretty. The three remaining goons all take deadly damage
(I rolled for it, but it's a very sad thing for each guy to get ONE success)
from the spectacular lightning bolt that strikes each of them. The store smells of ozone and cordite, but after the crackle of the lightning fades, there's a moment of silence.
The floortiles are fused around the feet of the three goons stuck, and even though they're down, thier shoes are still melted to the floor... and smoking.
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"Look! See what I told you about static safty!... Uh... I'm going to go put my pants back on now..."
I'm going to quickly bind my wounds while getting dressed, and filling up a cup of my caf-pow from my new and improved side... I guess I don't need to pay, So I'll grab my tools and leave it at that. oh, and i'll drop the discolored shotgun in with my tools. that'll make for good proof for thoes people that don't believe my story.
-RuskiFace the Pirate
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'Er... Ooops, I may have overdone that, just a tad...'
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"TH3Y W3R3 B4D M3N, 1 TH1NK J00 D1D W3LL."
I'll give that parting advice to the mage who looks a bit 'shocked' (pun intended) at his own handywork.
actually... is the bag of money still there? I'll look over the counter at the blown up clerk and ask the other store patrons:
"Uh... Waste-not, want not... you chummers want to split this? I mean... not the poor dead guy, the bag of cash... kuz normally I get paid to take on odds and ends like this... and I'd hate to work for free... "
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Sure, I can always use some extra cash.
I glance at the mage.
Nice job. You have any healing spells, or should I take a look at him?
I motion to the guy putting his pants back on.
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In this particular area of the barrens, you happen to know that lonestar response time can be measured with a calendar, so you guys have some time. You just need to probably be gone before the next guy comes in for his shift and calls corporate security.
In the bag of cash, there's four hundred dollars of MCT corpscript, a hundred in ARES corpscript, and 35 newyen. Feel free to divide it evenly between the three of you.
Is there anything else you guys would want to 'liberate' from the store before you leave? The mages' lightning bolt seems to have blown out the lighting in the front half of the store, but there's still plenty of food (well, soy) and soap to be had.
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I'm taking my food(Plus a few more than I'd originally planned), coffee, and chocolate mix, as well as some extra soap, shampoo, and a pair of sunglasses.
I look up at the camera
That did get blown out, right?
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"I'll go trash the tape of that, allong with it's suposidly hidden backup if I can have the MCT script... there's a new Tri-D they made that I want to pick up."
leaving the bag of cash on the counter without touching it Ray will jump behind the register (carefull to not slip on the blood) and follow the camera wireing to the dat-tapes,
B/R electronics: 5 skill + 2 for math-co-processor (I'd do even better if it was a video game I've got a 7 in build repair for that LOL)
13, 7, 5, 4, 3, 1, 1
if it's a standard '4' test, that's four sucesses.
"Anyone want a tape to show the wife and kids what you do for a living?... or, husband... or whatever..."
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I bet my sister would get a kick out of it.
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"Okay, that's one copy for you... anyone else? I don't really want it, I was just going to throw it in the microwave on high for 30 seconds to 'clean' it..."
Raymond begings to move over to the microwave.
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'Feel free, and yeah, I do have a sort of healing spell, though I'm less than sure how well it'll work. You got a lot of ware?'
*looks around for the nukable insta-foods I came down here for*
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"I've got a cyberlimb with magnetic responce built in, and some headware, you know; a datajack, little bit of headware memory a math-co processor and retinal clock. "
(about 2.5 essence worth of chrome)
Tossing the remaining tape into the microwave, Raymond cranks up the juce up to it's highest setting, for fifteen minutes.
"Uh... you may want to use the other microwave for you food.""
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'right. Oh, and that much 'ware? Ouch, that's gonna hurt!
Oh well, let's 'ave a look atcha. Oh, and I probably wouldn't say no to a bit of extra cash."
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*Pulling up on his Honda Viking he starts gasing it up passing his credstick in the reader. He strolls up into the slightly damaged store. Looking around he asks the one nearest the door.*
"Well looks like someone had a party you still open or do you need to clean up?" Keeps walking in stepping over the very disgusting twitching corpses. "I am just here for a drink don't let me intererupt.
(The best physical description for this guy is Elven Kenshin Himura from Samurai X or Ruroni Kenshin. Complete with the blue (armored) kimono, katana, and combat boots. (He also got a concealed machine pistol and collapsible batons on his person. Sorry I am late.)
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I look around at the store and the crispy fried orks.
Party's pretty much over. As far as being open...well the doors aren't locked, are they?
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I cast a Heal spell on the Largo-clone, Force 4, power M.
TN (10 - Essence): 1 1 2 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 11 17 2 successes , that'll heal 2 boxes.
Drain is 2M (stun): 1 1 2 3 5 15 = 4 successes, no drain.
Turning to the elf with the ninjutsu moves
'And how about you? You got hurt at all?'
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I grin.
Never touched me.
Once the mage is done
Biotech(First Aid)1(3) rolls 4,4,4
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"Whoa... I feel better already! So, uh... yea... store is open... special sale today... it's the 'Everyone's dead and the cameras are turned off sale' feel free to help yourself to anything at the standard riot five finger price."
Raymond will load up his bag with assorted non-perishables, soy-jerkey, high caffeen cola, Instant Noodles, and cheesey-soy-o's.
after the bag is full, he'll take a handfull of cast out of the bag, stuff that into his pocket, leaving the rest to be devided between the other patrons.
walking back accrost the street to the arcade, he turns on his magnetic relay in the cyber limb and 'pumps' a few quarters into the machine...
"1 4M N0W PR3P41RD F0R 7H3 UL71M473 C0MB05""
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I take my food (and the tape) back to my apartment. I put everything away and, while the soy-pasta is in the microwave, start cleaning the blood off my blades.
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Grabbing some food and moving for the door 'That was something else!
Hope this doesn't happen every time I'm gonna be shopping 'ere. You guys local?'
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And so it ends... our runners are all long gone by the time the next shift clerk arrives, promptly vomiting all over himself at the smell of corpses, shit, melting plastic, and ozone. It takes him a little while to get ahold of himself, long enough to call corporate security.
Within a few hours of the robbers, there are five black vans pulled up in front of the place, cleaning every inch of it as if it were a police crime scene. After several hours, the vans leave, and the store is... the store is completely remodeled. Bright new lights shone down on a freshly waxed linoleum floor, the shelving has been replaced, and the modified C@FP0W! Machine has been taken back to corporate headquarters for research.
By morning, they've already hired four new employees, and had them watch the mandatory training videos, including the cheesy one about sexual harassment that everyone laughs at. Inside of a week, no one even remembers that there was an incident.
And so life goes on in the shadows...
The End
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damn it! now i'll need to rebuild that C@F-P0W machine again!
-Raymond
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