((I just checked and the MkIII has 20km worth of flight capability. I don't need to be so tighfisted about fuel, yay.
A question on the weapons' range bonus, GM:
If I happen to change the laser rifle settings so it turns into a laser shotgun, would it turn from this:
Laser Rifle
Range: Short:+0 Medium +1 Long+0
To this?
Laser Rifle - High-Powered Shotgun Setting
Range: Short:+1 Medium +0 Long-1))
Milno frowns.
"Could we get going? That bomb won't wait forever and the secondary objective is straight ahead. Just pay attention to your surroundings."
Milno attaches the borrowed Tesla Sabre to his hip and takes the laser rifle from his back, changing the setting to a higher intensity and a different diffraction, to turn it into a laser shotgun. He holds it into his right hand and the gauss in the left. Follow people who don't know they'll die soon.
(Pretty much, yeah. Such things aren't listed though, since it's not the main function.)
You clip the telsa sabre to your hip and unsling the laser rifle, taking a moment to fiddle with the knobs and change the intensity and diffusion rates. You up the intensity from 1 to 5 and crank the diffusion from low to high. You shift the gauss rifle into your left hand and hold the laser rifle in your right, sweeping them back and forth as you follow the group in.
Since it seems everyone's waiting for him to take the lead, Jim advances to the next secondary objective.
Follow Jim! Close enough to be protected by his body.
Follow Jim! Close enough to be protected by his body.
((Yay tinshields! :- )
Also, piecewise, could you please define the weapon ranges' boundaries, if loosely?))
"Well, I think I'll also follow Jim." Thomas looks around for anything to light his cigarette and follows Jim close enough to be protected by his mighty robot body.
Mason tails behind the group, taking in the scenery.
"What manner of profane temple is this? To what eldrich horrors is this hallowed ground dedicated, slumbering beasts of the voidic abyss? What manner of madness gave birth to this strange land's fungal monstrosities, so eager to toy with our sentient minds... There is more to this architectural blasphemy than the simple erection of virgin stone... Whatever abomination this temple serves may indeed be hidden among its twisting corridors..."
Mason stands quietly after quoting something that sounds a lot like the 20th century writer Lovecraft, searching for carvings and etchings that may point to who or whatever created this place.
(Ranges (roughly) 0-30- feet short, 30-100 feet medium, 100 feet onward long.)
Jim takes the lead as the group heads carefully through the main entry room and out into the outdoor area beyond. Mason stops a moment to examine the walls, looking for any sort of writing. [int roll: 3+1] He comes to the conclusion that, though there's no writing, the way these things are made seems very familiar, very human. The columns and domed roof are reminiscent of the old temples of humanity.
The group makes it beyond the the entrance room and past the threshold to the walled off area. The area appears to be an expertly manicured garden, vast in scale, containing all manner of flowering plants and fruit laden trees, square trimmed hedges and vine choked statues. A path of smooth white stones meanders from where you are standing, out through the garden, disappearing into a grove of trees.
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