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[Skyrunner]

You have been living in a certain structure with your comrades for a long time. Not only you, but your parents, and their's, and their's ...

The structure is a huge, sprawling complex of endless rooms, each a miniature warehouse, with catwalks and air ducts all around. There are spaces between room and room... and it's a good thing there are. For the structure is populated by automatic, ruthless guards, with peeling blue letters stamped on the forward-facing panel of them, usually armed, often with high-tech enhancements, and always hostile. It is called the Vault for short — "the structure" sounds clunky in everyday talk, really.

You and your friends are huddled behind a dust covered container that is about a meter and a half tall. Though you are sorely tempted to rummage through it — the base is always starved for technology more so, food less so — you cannot, because one of those dreaded robotic sentinels is slowly combing the warehouse, calmly seeking the intruders into its holy area.

The robot had SE..UR....Y on its front panel in blocky blue letters last time one of you sneaked a look. It also had a black dome for a head, one heavy gatling gun in one arm, and a less heavy piece of hardware, probably an M2 machine gun in the other. Chances are, the designers decided to trick the eyes and fitted a few more weapons on the torso ...

Spoiler: Intention (click to show/hide)

You are outclassed.
You are outfirepowered.
You probably are more squishy.

Good luck

Also, don't blame me if you die >_<

Spoiler: Cliff's Notes (click to show/hide)

You are members of a base that lives in the walls of this structure. There are rooms full of useful (or not-so-useful) items in containers covered in sheets, but they are patrolled by robots. These robots are tough, smart, and also well-armed. Rooms have containers stacked high in most places, but low here and there, especially around the edges of the room.
The walls between each room have surprisingly spacious space. That's where all of humanity as you know it ekes out its existence.

Technology is modern to close future, but everything is scarce, as foraging trips are the only way to get tech gadgets. Food is farmed hardily, especially near the skylights every here and there.

You are on a foraging trip that should have been a lot easier. You should dust off soon.

Spoiler: Character sheet (click to show/hide)

Name:
Age:
Short description:

Bio (optional):

Stats (5 to spend)
HP (1 point -> 5 HP)
Attack (1 point -> 1 Attack)
Defense (2 points -> 1 defense)

Inventory:
(One handgun of choice, stat is [+1])
(One heavier weapon of choice, stat is [+2])
(One "bomb" like weapon, free fluff, that is one-use. Can be anything, be it explosives, flashbang, EMP, smokebomb ... IF explosives, stat is [+6])

You might die quickly. The robots are quite strong.

Post a character sheet and an action.

[Tiruin]

For Humanity!

Spoiler: Isa Rheo (click to show/hide)

Age: 18
Gender: Female
Short description: Isa is a woman of five feet in height with copper-hued skin. She has long black hair, tied in a ponytail along with dark brown eyes. Her face is angled and her features are detailed in appearance. She has a lean body figure and prefers to wear light, loose clothing for easier movement.

Bio (optional): Isa was orphaned at a young age to a neighboring family. Her parents were notable scavengers, stories were told of their will and determination in ensuring the safety of those who traveled along them, as well as their measures of sacrifice to further the survival of the people. Her guardians were benevolent in raising her, focusing her abilities to more of a scouting role, preferring improvised designs instead of pre-manufactured weaponry. She is commonly known to be adventurous, free-spirited, innovative and willing to sacrifice in the names of others.

However, stubbornness and sensitivity were also one of her strong points.

Stats:
Health: 1 [5 Health]
Attack: 0
Defense: 2 [4 points]

Inventory:
Pistol Crossbows [+1]
Composite Bow and Matching Quiver [+2]
N.N.E.M.P. [Non-nuclear Electromagnetic Pulse] Stick [+6])

Search nearest seemingly filled crate while listening for any automated noise. Examine room.

[Caellath]

Me too.

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Allero Neliph
Age: 20
Short description: Taller than average, brown hair and eyes, with a small scar on his cheek and tan skin. He's usually wearing brown leather pants, a brown jacket and a white shirt with a crimson vest and some kind of protection underneath. He has a gray cowboy hat.

Bio: Born and raised among the common folks inside the walls, there is little of note to be said of Allero. He grew as normally as most childs there, and volunteered due to a thirst for adventure as a young man. His revolver was the only thing given to him to help during his efforts, the rest of it being scavenged or looted from dead companions.

Stats:
HP :: 15 (3)
Attack :: 0 (0)
Defense :: 1 (2)

Inventory:
.44 "Magnum" Revolver [+1]
.50 Revolving Rifle [+2]
"Happy Day" Explosives [+6]

Try to find a safe path to escape and/or back the security bot's back.

[Tavik Toth]

Name: Jack Hansan
Age:20
Short description: Tall, a bit skinny also got short hair. wears a longcoat.


Stats:
HP:2 points
Attack: 1 points
Defense: 2 points

Inventory:
Walter P38
Stg44
frag grenade

Stay hidden.
(is that correct?)

[Tiruin]

((Note:

Stats (5 to spend) HP (1 point -> 5 HP) Attack (1 point -> 1 Attack) Defense (2 points -> 1 defense)

))

((Also on another note:

> A skill can have 0 points in it. > We are like vermin in the area, ambiguous heroism is done. We are scavengers for survival. > The facility is completely automated. No owners in sight. No shipments, either in or out. > Death is certain for those who act...brash.

))

[mesor]

Reserved. Sheet up when I get home.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name : Leon Mason.
Age : 17.
Description : 5 ft 9 with long shaggy black hair and pale green eyes.

Bio :

Stats :
Hp 10 (2)
Attack 1 (1)
Defense 1 (2)

Handgun : beretta 9mm suppressed.
Heavier weapon : Barett 50 cal suppressed.
Explosive : Claymore.

Search the room, look around for patrolling robots.

[Greenstarfanatic]

Reserved. Sheet up when I get home.

Same here. Except at Lunch.

[Spinal_Taper]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Hendrix Fenderson
Age: Old
Short description: Hendrix is the wisest man you'll ever meet. His age and experienced life grant him wisdom and foresight far more than those younger than him. Sadly, his wisdom and kindness are both dampened and hidden by a thick layer of insanity and fury on top. He mutters when he sleeps, screams while he's awake, and does bird calls while he fires his weapons. Complementing his insanity is his messy white hair and baggy Hawaiin shirt. Layered beneath the shirt is a stained, aged tank top. His pants are torn up tan slacks.

Bio (optional): Hendrix is old. No one knows just how old. At least 60, but he claims to be a veteran of an outside war. No one knows for sure whether he is immortal or simply insane, but most have a good guess.

Stats (5 to spend)
HP 10
Attack 3
Defense (2 points -> 1 defense)

Inventory:
SIG Sauer P226
M4 Carbine
Antique LAW Disposable Rocket Launcher

Get away from the bot and the nutso guy trying to kill it. It is not yet time.

[TopHat]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Lüther von Schankel.
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Description: taller than average, slim build, long blonde hair,scar down left side of face. Wearing a trenchcoat.
Bio: Born to a noble German family, Lüther's great-great-great-grandfather was an officer in the Fallschirmjäger (German paratrooper Corps.) and fought in the second world war, in which he was Posthumously awarded the Iron Cross (1st class) his son 'acquired' some of his weaponry after the state funeral, and thanks to daily maintenance, they still work, and have been passed down to Lüther, the last of the von Schankel line. Thanks to daily practice and natural skill, Lüther is just as good a shot as his realitive was.

Stats:
5 HP
4 attack
0 defense

Inventory:
Luger P08 (pistol)
FG42 (Fallschirmjägergewehr 42)
"potato masher" hand grenade.

Action:
Ready the Luger, and wait to see if I've been spotted.

[Toaster]

Tee hee.

Urist McHuman
Male
19
A short bearded fellow.  He has not been brought up with a strong sense of self preservation.

Bio:  No one is actually sure where he is from.  He seems to hate the robots well enough, though.

HP:  0
Attack:  5
Defense: 0

Inventory:
Magnum
Mini-Rocket Rifle
Cluster Grenade

Fire the MiniRocket Rifle from cover!

[Tiruin]

Fire the MiniRocket Rifle from cover!

((At what? Us? D:

Also...I'm pretty sure you need Health, Mr. 0-Health-points.))

[miauw62]

Fire the MiniRocket Rifle from cover!

((At what? Us? D:

Also...I'm pretty sure you need Health, Mr. 0-Health-points.))

((What if somebody set his HP to -1?))

[Greenstarfanatic]

Spoiler: Character sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Leonard Altler
Age: 41
Short description: A man with pale brown hair, slowly balding. He has a mustache with the same colour, and flaunts it proudly. He wears a grey shirt, green overalls, and glasses.

Stats (5 to spend)
HP: 10/10
Attack: 1
Defense: 1

Inventory:
Generic Game HandGun
Shotgun
Combination Smoke/Frag Bomb. Designed it himself, for his friend Harvey, a stage Magician. He never liked Harvey. It's thrown down, and, defying all logic, provides a smoke screen on one side, while exploding into a shower of sharp metal pieces on the other. Hopefully he can remember which side is which.

>Peek around corner opposite to crazy man firing rocket.

[Toaster]

At the darkness  At the robot, of course.

And you did say a skill could be zero. But fine, if HP must be at least one, make it 1 HP 4 attack.

[Skyrunner]

(I'll start with the top five and waitlist everyone else)

Forgot to note: Posting your character sheets is a nicety I won't be able to go without Dx
Remember to write your HP as 5 x the points spent, and the Defense as .5 x the points spent.

Playing: Tiruin (Isa), Caellath(Allero), Tavik Toth (jack), mesor (Leon), Spinal (hendrix)
Waitlist: Tophat (Luther), Toaster (Urist), GSF (Leondard)
Isa 1,2 makes a loud noise while opening the doors to the crate they were hiding behind. The mechanical whirrings of the robot flexing its joints cease for a moment, then start heading towards where the five are hidden with a purpose.

1 The crate is full of eyeless teddybears. Apparently it was destined to be used in some sort of slave factory. Isa sees that there is a bag of black eyes near the other end.

Allero 5 spots the catwalk that is attached to the wall, about three meters up and one wide, that passes the grate to safety. Once in the duct system, they will have nothing to worry about.

Of course, to get there, they will have to brave the bullets of the robot, as the catwalk has no protection other than the occasional, slim girder.


Jack Hansan 5 is quiet well-hidden, but the girl made a loud sound opening the container crate. His stealth probably won't help against color-recognizing cameras and software.

Leon 6 glances around, and remembers that there was a robot right in their room, looking for them. In fact, Isa over there practically put up a beacon with large words emblazoned on them, "WE ARE HERE! COME GET US!11!!!"

The room has long, corrugated containers with a simple hook-and-lever locking mechanism. The designers of the containers didn't expect thieves to be a problem, see. There is a rung for attaching a lock if one wishes. Some of the containers have locks on them. The locks range from old-fashioned mechanical pinion-and-racket locks, to cutting-edge electronic locks.

Thankfully, most containers don't.

Hendrix 2 heads away from the group huddled. He doesn't know that the bot has a line-of-fire to his new position, and 4 only an instinctive response to the sound of a gatling gun winding up lets him duck the hail of bullets that fill the air above him. They bite into a container stacked atop another one. Hendrix can 6 glimpse the containers of hydrochloric acid inside. They start to spill out, the clear liquid rapidly corroding the surface of the metal. It pools on the ground.