Prologue: Turn 5Is it Okay to Burn with Passion? Part IIObjective: Secure Ganmen Hanger: CompleteObjective: Acquire GanmenBeastman Operations Building"Toaster, I say they take us to the hanger or we waste them here and now..." began Chewtoy, idly tossing a grenade from hand to hand.
DROP YOUR FUCKING WEAPONS ASSHOLES OR WE ALL DIE HERE AND NOW, COMPRENDE?
"...of course, we waste them when we get to the hanger anyway. I am so leaving behind a small gift here - it should make a satisfying boom. Looks expensive too."
"Sounds good to me, bro."
Follow the above plan. If they try to fight, run back out the door, loosing a rocket at the ceiling as we go.
Chewtoy tosses a grenade from hand to hand, admiring the delicate- and evidently highly combustible- electronic equipment around him. Putting a thumb to the pin, he points dramatically at the Beastmen!
"DROP YOUR FUCKING WEAPONS ASSHOLES OR WE ALL DIE HERE AND NOW, COMPRENDE?"
... The Beastmen panic, frantically clawing at their sidearms in a desperate attempt to stop Chewtoy from killing everyone!
Toaster, anticipating the resistance, leaps backwards out the door! He fires his rifle, and a tiny rocket pops out the end, suddenly flaring as it streaks into the room!
... It strikes the biggest cluster of explosive surveillance equipment in the room!
An explosion rocks the building, spouting fire and smoke from the door and causing the whole structure to slant at an alarming angle!
... The pig-faced Beastman runs out the door, frantically beating at the flames consuming him!
... Toaster fires again, blowing the Beastman into itty bitty bits! He takes a moment to reflect why he did this- he wasn't going to warn anyone, and the camp probably knows where they are already anyway. He shrugs- one less Beastman to kill later.
... Chewtoy staggers out of the building, covered in soot. Coughing, he pats out a small flame on his pack of explosives before anything regrettable happens.
"Dammit Toaster, I called dibs!" Chewtoy says, looking sadly as the building slowly topples away from them.
"You had your chance. Come on, let's get to the hanger."
Outside the Hanger"Let hurry to the hanger and regroup with any survivors." Grave look straight "Is it on fire?"
Toward the hanger
-Grave
"Yo, wait up!"
Follow Grave towards the sound of the explosions. Work together to clear the outside of remaining beastmen.
Get to the hangar. Look at all the ganmen, and lay claim to "the sharpest one".
If anyone that isn't us comes in, shoot them.
Grave and Nitro rush toward the hanger, navigating by the smoke pouring out the door! Soon they burst into the open space surrounding it, and stop for a moment to take in the dead and dying Beastmen littering the scorched, gouged dirt.
They also take incoming fire from the dozen remaining Beastmen!
... Nitro hits the dirt as a hail of bullets pass through the space his head had been,
... and a small explosion marks where a Beastman's improvised incendiary detonated prematurely, consuming a pair of Beastmen!
... Grave charges through the flames, neatly bisecting another Beastman with one mighty swing of his halberd!
... Nitro fires from where he lies on the ground, his bullets stitching up the side of a Beastman!
... The remaining Beastmen scream and dive for cover as a veritable hail of bullets rips from the barrel of a Vulcan! Gale sprays bullets across the battlefield as he runs to join Nitro and Grave, tagging one of the cowering Beastmen in the process!
"Is this where the party is?" Toaster calls out,
... spattering a Beastman across the ground with one well-aimed rocklet. Chewtoy merely howls with delight as he pulls the pin on his grenade,
... pitching it like a large, heavy, ludicrously deadly baseball. It cracks a Beastman in the side of the head before exploding, reducing the Beastman to a fine red paste.
Toaster takes a quick headcount. "Hey, wait a minute. Where's Zenni?"
"THAT IS ENOUGH!"
The group of humans look over in mild surprise as an oddly equipped Beastman runs over, loudly berating the prone Beastman. His head looks like it belongs on a raven, if ravens were in the habit of running around dressed like an anachronistic samurai. The crest of his helmet is adorned with brightly colored feathers, and long black feathers stick out behind where a human might have hair. His armor appears to be scales of metal layered over Kevlar. In his hands he appears to be wielding a pair of katanas joined by a long steel chain.
Toaster blinks. "Are those swordchucks?"
The Beastman whirls to face the humans as his comrades stand behind him. "Ignorant fool! These are the ancestral weapons of the Tauqua Clan, passed down through generations to combat the enemies of the Twisted Emperor, rightful ruler of this wretched rock! For trespassing on the property of that august personage, the only possible sentence is death! I, Lieutenant Edgar Taugua of the Second Division of the Reclamation Army, will take great pleasure in executing the justice of the Empire! NIGHTHAWKS! TO ME!"
Edgar Taugua,
Swordchucks,
Beastman Fanatics HP 5/5
Remy 'Nitro' Maelle, Drill, Beastman Rifle HP 5/5
Grave Longdam, Halberd, Pistol HP 5/5
'Toaster' Tim Duncan, Rocklet Rifle, HP 5/5
Marcus 'Chewtoy' Phillips, Fire and Explosives HP 4/5
'Gale' Nikolai Fuitera, Spiked Vulcan HP 5/5
Inside the Hanger"Well guys, looks like I made it. I'll make sure your deaths weren't in vain."
Run to the first intact Ganmen and get inside. If they start shooting at me before I reach one take cover behind the Ganmen and try to get inside one without dying
Zenni coughs, waving away acrid smoke that burns his nostrils. He peers through the fire and the flames, looking for an open Ganman.
... Suddenly, he finds his prize- a toppled Ganmen in the corner of the hanger, safely away from the roaring fire, an unconscious Beastman hanging out the mouth. Hurrying over, he pulls the body clear of the mech and climbs inside.
To his surprise, the interior of the cockpit is spacious and bare of equipment. The only robots Zenni had ever seen before the Beastmen came were complicated things with walls of controls, but the only thing in the cockpit is a simple padded chair flanked by a pair of hand grips. Quickly, Zenni takes a seat on the precariously tilted chair, searching the ceiling for a lever, a switch, a big red On button,
anything.
"That's enough of that, human scum."
Zenni finds himself staring down the length of a sword at the massive gorilla holding it. The Beastman runs a thumb up the side of a cracked, yellow tusk as he balances on the edge of the open Ganmen mouth. His broad grin holds no mirth.
"You and your dumb friends have made quite enough noise tonight- did you really think filthy animals like you could pilot a Ganmen? These machines only respond to true warriors, not pathetic mewling
humans. Now get out of there so I don't get blood all over the seat when I gut you like a carp. Perhaps if you beg, I will even spare your life! Your friends' deaths might sate my bloodlust before I get around to killing you. Get up, scum!"
Zenni's eyes tighten in anger with every word that leaves the Beastman's lips! His fists clench on the cockpit hand grips!
The Ganmen's mouth snaps shut, shearing the blade off the Beastman's sword!
Zenni frantically holds to the hand grips as the cockpit tilts wildly. A pulse of green energy spirals out from his chair, streaking up the cockpit walls and illuminating strange hieroglyphs and diagrams! For an instant, it seems as if the entire galaxy lays splayed out before him!
Suddenly, the walls turn transparent, and he finds himself staring down at the Ganmen hanger. Scurrying Beastmen give up fighting the flames and run for cover as another Ganmen rises to its feet. Its sunken eyes and jutting jaw stand out silver against the unrelieved black of the broad body. One long, thick arm reaches to its back, pulling forth a massive claymore with a jewel-studded hilt. It lazily swings the massive sword, effortlessly shattering a somehow pristine barrel of oil, spewing its contents into a broad sheet of fire.
With an insistent beep, a portion of the cockpit wall before Zenni resolves itself into the face of the gorilla Beastman. His bloodshot eyes bulge with rage, and he leans back in the cockpit of his own Ganmen.
"You insignificant wretch! That sword was worth more than your entire race! And now you seek to rise above yourself!?! You will suffer the wrath of my Beißen for this!
Mörder Leap!"
The Ganmen Mörder leaps into the air, swinging its claymore high, but Zenni jumps his Ganmen back. Screaming defiance, his Ganmen is suffused in a brilliant green glow!
Name:
BigDescription: As an ape beastman, Big is suited for melee combat. He is thuggish in nature, and towers above most humans at a stunning Seven feet tall. He is also very obnoxious and has a short temper, meaning that any fights he gets in he will likely see to their conclusion.
Ganmen Name: Mörder
Description: Borrowing it's name from a long forgotten culture, Big's Ganmen is just as suited for melee combat as Big himself is.
HP:
20/20FS:
3Defense: 8
Status: Normal
Armament:
BeißenAbilities:
Crushing Blow,
Fear,
Healing Surge,
Beißen Storm Character Name/Description:
Zachary "Zenni" JohnsonGanmen Name/Description: (optional)
HP:
20/20FS:
3Defense: 8
Status: Normal
Armament:
Abilities:
Healing Surge,
Limit Break
FURTUKA! YOU ARE IN MID-TRANSFORMATION! Use the rules now in the OP to build your Ganmen- you start with one Weapon for free (Melee, Ranged or Artillery) and may select an additional 2 Abilities and/or Armaments of your choice. Your expanded character sheet is in the above spoiler. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask!
And everyone, give ggamer a warm round of applause for his guest role as Captain Big of the Reclamation Army, where he will spend the remainder of the prologue attempting to kill the players and get some waitlisters into the game.
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