Defence of Hephaestus sounds good.
Alright. You want to be inserted in place of the spider tank? Or you want to have an NPC controlling that in your place?
((Hmmm... I wanted to talk to the AM but she's unavailable right now... I was going to talk to Steve, but I'd prefer to do that face to face...
Searching on the internet didn't turn out that well last time and I don't want to start randomly screaming things and punching people again...
Hey Lenglon, would you mind if I joined you?))
If Lenglon\Lyra is OK with it, join her in Poacher as the hunter.
Join Lyra in Poacher as the hunter, since Lenglon said it's OK.
If I have to choose equipment, make it be the following if possible:
- My face/body, complete with robo-legs. The clothes I normally wear.
- Cigarettes and something to light them with (matches,lighter or similar).
- Something to help with tracking\finding my way. A dog, a robodog, an automated scout drone, a scout eye, a map, a wanted poster. Anything that you think would help me not go in circles like an idiot and at the same time wouldn't make me overpowered.
- Some kind of melee weapon. Preferably something with a sharp edge, like a knife or machete or similar.
- Some kind of rifle along with some ammo. Maybe a Winchester rifle?
- Maybe something to allow me to be more mobile or move faster. Like some kind of high jump boots or climbing gear or a horse or a motorcycle or a bicycle or similar.
I'm keeping it vague like that because I don't know what situation we'll be in and I don't want to make it unfair for Lenglon by choosing something overpowered.
If everything is good, start the game.
But Lyra can choose my equipment if she wants to.
((Hmmm... I wanted to talk to the AM but she's unavailable right now... I was going to talk to Steve, but I'd prefer to do that face to face...
Searching on the internet didn't turn out that well last time and I don't want to start randomly screaming things and punching people again...
Hey Lenglon, would you mind if I joined you?))
((not at all, that's why I opened it to extra players.))
If Lenglon\Lyra is OK with it, join her in Poacher as the hunter.
If I have to choose equipment, make it be the following if possible:
My face/body, complete with robo-legs. The clothes I normally wear.
Something to help with tracking\finding my way. A dog, a robodog, an automated scout drone, a map. Anything that you think would help me not go in circles like an idiot and at the same time wouldn't make me overpowered.
Some kind of melee weapon. Knife or machete or something.
Some kind of rifle. Maybe a Winchester rifle?
Maybe something to allow me to move faster? Like some kind of high jump boots or a horse?
I'm keeping it vague like that because I don't know what situation we'll be in and I don't want to make it unfair for Lenglon by choosing something overpowered.
But Lyra can choose my equipment if she wants to.
((I don't want to pick your equipment))
Waiting for Poacher to finish loading
oh, and Lyra never got the mission end tokens from mission 12. she didn't do a whole lot, but she was active for the ground action and attempted to engage and be helpful throughout. could she get the standard 5 tokens added to her current 3 for a total of 8?
Alright. The jungle setting places you both in an alien rain forest, or at least thats the closest comparison you can come up with. The jungle is a hot, brutally humid place with towering, red, vaguely pear shaped trees topped boughs of wide palm fronds that almost entirely block out the sun below them. Insect like creatures with a two foot wingspan buzz about through the upper canopy and things that look like massive tape worms slowly slither through the layer of rotten foliage on the ground.
Lyra, you begin in a clearing of sorts, a small circle of bluish grass with a clear view of the pink sky and a wall of trees encircling it.
Flint, You start on a sort of natural path through the forest, with nothing but trees in every direction around you. You've got some sort of monstrous, vaguely canine thing at your side: its got 8 thick legs ending in circular paws, with toes all along their circumference, no eyes, a huge constantly sniffing nose and a mouth that could easily engulf your head and snap shut with heavy, almost tusk like fangs. Your Melee weapon is a machete, Your rifle some sort of traditional explosive driven rifle with a side facing magazine and bolt action. Attached to your wrist is an almost batman style grappling hook.
grab little girl by the arm and lift her off the ground, flick her in the face and demand lunch money next opponent.
((I take it i failed my roll, although im unsure as to how i managed that.))
You grab the little girl by the arm and accidentally hurl her a good 40 feet in the air. Oops. Well, the fall counts as a win in your case so you advance to the next level: A big burly guy wielding a metal club.
since I died, might as well get my new sheet here now.
Name: Jonathan Frumpleton Somerset
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall, lanky man wearing one of those pink hawaian shirts with a flower motif that tourists in media tipically wear. Has a think, black mustache.
Personal information: One moment he claims to be a alien from far-off parts of the universe, the other he claims that he is a god from another dimension. In reality, Stanley is just some schmuck who went insane long ago. The only thing that's clear about him is that he loves exploring and touring new places. Also a cheapskate.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Signed up because it was cheaper than paying the money to tour the galaxy himself.
Stats: Strength: 0
Dexterity: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 0
Willpower: 10
Speech: 0
Intuition: 0
Handiwork: 1
Conventional Weapons: 0
Exotic weapons: 3
Medical tech: 1
This needs to go on the wiki, since the space accountant is still working. Everyone go bug the space accountant!
continue punching things, go for a combo uppercut this time.
((I take it i failed my roll, although im unsure as to how i managed that.))
Someone is unfamiliar with the little girl, I take it.
I have a +2 bonus to Dex as well as a nuerophotonic spinal column and a +1 or +2 Str bonus added onto a metal fist, i figured id at least be able to bruise her arm and demand her lunch money.
What would you do If I said the little girl negates bonuses?
Awaken. Stir. Emerge. Flip. The four verbs that characterize any proper convict's arrival in the Paracelsus' Sword.
A rather large woman, no more anachronistic when looked upon than any other individual you'd see tumbling out of a stasis pod, given that she's naked as on the day she was born. Flopping blindly in a pile of stasis goo for a few moments, she gets her bearings, forcing her eyes open and looking around. She could not be like a fish forever, for she was Virrsai, no? The Chief? The Chief had their head held high, their posture proud and their appearance as dignified as possible.
Cahs notii? Cuur iss issmuh? Cahpatz iss issmuh nooklah ur cuuth cahdiim eezdahl? Viah iss issmuh meeruh? were some of the questions currently running through her head, and none seemed to have a clear answer. This was confusing, to say the least. She could hear voices on the air, speaking in the manner of the foreign individuals, and decided to investigate. As luck would have it, the first individual she saw was none other than a fellow with many boxes who reminded her of a very ugly dog for some reason, and she felt a kinship with for some reason.
Observe Nyars from a distance for a bit. See what he does in general.
Then, as soon as non-hostility is roughly confirmed, approach. Look him over as this is done. Watch how he reacts.
Nyar's reaction to your presence is to ask you to buy something. He explains the prices and gives you the normal vague speech about the boxes containing "Good shit" that he doesn't know what is.
"Hello. You wouldn't know where I could find a pamphlet for this ship, would you?"
"Cahs?"
"Ah, it seems I have encountered the rare Homo Stupiditus! What a sight indeed. Now then, to commerate this ocassion, I must take pictures!
With that, he goes to the armory and looks around.
There's not a lot to look at beyond an empty kiosk and the list of what would be sold there, if there was someone to sell it.
Name: Cecil Altobelli
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ugly. So scratched and scarred that he looks like a six and a half foot tall Asian Mike Tyson who stuck his head in a beehive. His eyes are always half-swollen shut but he can still see fine, and he has a minor speech impediment due to a large amount of scar tissue on his lips.
Personal information: As a professional Death Cage Fighter, Cecil was already a criminal. Once he was caught using a kinetic amplifier, and was turned in to the authorities through an "anonymous tip".
Reason assigned to HMRC: They figured his strength, dexterity, and general ability ignore pain due to his profession would be of use to the HMRC.
Stats: STR 5 DEX 4 END 5 CHA 0 INT 3 WIL 3
Skills: 3 unconventional, 1 conventional, 1 intuition
Profession: Death Cage Fighter (Merc) +1 to Intuition and Unconventional; -1 to Medical Tech and Handiwork rolls
Space accountant or wiki needed.
See if the AM is back to the armory. If she is, ask what she thinks about the skull.
She is not.
Cecil oozes out of his stasis pod, slumping to the floor before coughing up the stuff to clear his lungs.
Great, I think I know where I am. This isn't good.
Cecil grabs his clothes and puts them on before stepping out of the room to get a bearing on his situation and where he might arm himself and feed himself, not necessarily in that order.
Food is in the Rec room/mess hall, you would assume, and the armory probably has weapons. Both seem like nice, reasonable bets.
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