Train Carnage
The Zeppelins sail through the air like boats on water, their engines humming at full throttle as you stand at the helm of the ship, flanked by Splinter-Cog and the Praetorian Cog.
Gamington's humming at the front of the zeppelin, Coghuahua by his side. He's polishing his lance and his top-hat, while Coghuahua's making sure her dance shoes are sparkling clean.
There's a thin tension in the air, maybe exacerbated by the fact that this is going to be a hell of a tough fight.
The Cowboy Succubus is snapping its lasso in the air, while the Luxury Succubus' fanning herself.
The Dark Knight sharpens his sword and grunts in satisfaction, eager for blood.
The Assault Cogs check their rifles and oil the mechanisms, something the Machinegun Guardog do too. The Wuffle Cogs follow the zeppelin from behind, 'Wuffle-Wuffle'.
"The city's coming into view, Overlord!" Gamington exclaims, and Splinter Cog pulls down his three dotted green visor, hoisting his sniper rifle.
"Turn on the music," you say, "It's time to end this."
The music starts to blare as you spin the wheel of the zeppelin, deftly using the cover of the clouds to land before anyone can spot you, across the trains' rails.
Your troop disembark, forming compact lines as they march ahead, catching the enemy by surprise.
Abilities DiscoveredSplinter-Cog: Fire From Afar. (A single D12 roll with no bonus. Kills anything it can before the start of the battle proper)
Splinter-Cog: Sniping Routine. +3 Destruction on success and first round. +1 Later Rounds. No Defense Bonus.
Praetorian-Cog: So Speaks My Lord. +2.50 Destruction
Offense and Defense as long as attached to Incognito.
Dark Knight: I Am the Darkness. +1.0 Destruction. +1.0 Control. +0.5 Bonus on Destruction if Attacking Living People, on Control if Terrorizing People.
Cowboy Succubus: Lasso Acquisition. (Acquire any unit, even special ones up the ladder, after a single D12 roll is applied. Cannot be done again)
Machinegun Guardog: Hold. The. Line! 0.25 Des. 1.50 Des Defense.
Dice Rolls(No luck for the wicked, uh):
Des: 1d12 = 5-1+2.50+3+2+1+0+0+1.5+4.5+1+4.25=23.75
Con: 1d12 = 2+2+0+0+0+0+2+2+1.5+0+0+0=9.5
Total: 16.25
Splinter-Cog Ability= 7
Succubus Lasso Acquisition: 5+2=7
Enemy Forces:
Hero Present(1)! Side-Kick Present(1)! Special Forces Present(11)! Police Present(48)! Heroic Hero will arrive in four turns!Battle!You bring up your staff, and take a deep breath. You point it in front of you, and exhale. You can see the trains packed with people to the point where more than a few stand atop them, and you can see the crowd pushing to enter from the station. The police is regulating it, but no matter which way you look at it, this is going to be a carnage.
And it's a carnage you'll have to do in order to stop them from leaving.
Splinter Cog lays down on the ground near you, and primes the first bullet.
"Computing Optimal Parameters, Overlord, awaiting instructions."
You give the Splinter-Cog a nod, and then you watch as the bullet departs with a loud '
bang'.
At the same time, you give the order, and with a terrifying scream of war, the charge happens before anyone can react.
Splinter-Cog's bullet strikes truer than most, and slams with unprecedented ferocity into the chest of the Side-Kick, a boy barely older than fifteen holding a costume the form of a Train Attendant.
The Hero's screams are music in your ears as you roar and charge, your armor coming up as you howl your rage.
The machinegun Guardog rattle as they open fire in large sways, the bullet bursts slamming into screaming civilians and policemen alike. The Cowboy Succubus snaps her whip, and a Special Forces operative ends up 'whipped' away from the fray, immobilized and under the succubus' 'tender' cures.
The Luxury Succubus pouts.
She's never going to get a man if the brutes keep opening fire on them first!
1d12=10-1(Pure control)+14(Cog-Armour!)+2.50(So Speaks My Lord)+3(Sniping Routine)+6(The Lance of Cain is the Cane of Doom)+1(Coghuahua)+1.5(I Am the Darkness)+4.5(Assault Cog)+1(Wuffle Cog)+4.25(Machinegun Guardog)+[1+10.5(Steel Power)]= 58,25! Vs:
48 Police Man=24
34,25 remaining.
Special Forces 10: 30-34,25
4,25
Side-Kick Kicks the Bucket.
The massive cog-armor slams into the defensive lines of the police, too scared to actually properly take aim. A massive mass of
steel and death soon follows, as the Praetorian Cog twirls its heavy flail through the defenses, blood splattering
everywhere.
A train tries to depart, but a quick shot from Splinter-Cog ends it on...its tracks, making it derail and fall on the side.
In the midst of the carnage, the steel used to reinforce your minions does its dirty job, turning your Cogs into machines of death, and the Dark Knight cackles as he swings his word in the midst of the crowd.
The Wuffle Cog shriek as they spin their blades to slice a Special Force, before the rest is riddled with holes, without even the time to react.
The wounded Side-Kick of the Hero tries to scream out a request for help, but an Assault Cog rounds up in front of him, opening fire and riddling him with holes against the wall.
It is like the slaughter of San Valentine.
Only, there's really more blood and innocents killed in the fray.
"Y-Y-You monsters!" the Hero finally manages to scream as he clutches the corpse of his side-kick to his chest, his eyes shocked. "W-We were just evacuating the city!" he shrieks. His shrill screams echo those of a train's whistle, and as you look at him from the safety of your armor, you shake your head.
"There shall be no evacuating," you say flatly, and bring up your cog-armor enhanced staff.
The Hero doesn't even try to stop you, and merely looks down at the corpse of his side-kick, bleeding his last.
"He was my son," he mutters, a sad smile on his face. "He really liked trains, wanted to be like his pops, a hero in service of the people."
You ground your teeth, the staff still up.
"And your creatures murdered him," the Hero hisses. "I am Super Trainman," he mumbles, "And with me, trains are never late," shaking his head, he starts to chuckle softly. "There is a special place in hell for monsters like you, Evil Overlord," he looks at you firmly, his visage old, "And I hope that wherever it is, you rot forever and ever!"
A bullet slams through the man's side of the head, and you see Splinter-Cog by your side, gun still sizzling as a thin trail of smoke emerges from it.
The Hero doesn't even try to survive it, but simply falls limp on the ground.
"Target eliminated, Overlord," the Splinter-Cog says calmly, and then looks up at you. "Computing. Evil Overlord?"
"Yes?" you reply, your voice soft.
"Computing. You are leaking from your visual sensors."
"Oh," you mumble. "I see."
You turn and give a nod to Gamington and the others. "We've won!" you yell. "Now destroy the tracks before the Heroic Hero comes! Make sure none can escape!"
"Yes, Overlord!" those who can scream do, and those who can't, merely yell 'Cog! Cog! Computing Cog!'.
Before the Heroic Hero can arrive, your zeppelin lifts off, taking within its belly quite the catch in metal, a train, and whatnot.
Resources Acquired: Special Force OperativeX1. A Train without Tracks. Some Train-Rails. The City will not be Evacuated.Weather the StormYou
don't want to, but there's little you can do but turn on the news and listen to what is going on.
There is a somber mood in the studio of the Heroes, as the newscaster looks at her papers and exhales. "People of Hero-City, I bring grave news. The People of the last remaining city still alive after the terrible nuclear explosions, brought forth by the Evil Overlord Incognito, will not join us in the defense of our beautiful city. Some lucky stragglers will make their way by foot to us, but that is if they can survive the radioactive wastelands and cropping mutants along the now dangerous path. The Evil Overlord has struck a devastating blow to the railway system, and due to the lack of supplies, the inhabitants of the city are destined to a terrifying death by starvation or radiation, or to be picked up as food from the mutants who will soon encroach it. Remember this day, for it is a dark day. However, a good news in the midst of this carnage exists. The Heroes Association has decided to share an innovative system to create Heroes, and soon, much of the population will be required to participate in this program to increase the number of Heroes for the defense of the citizens. The program is compulsory to all able-bodied citizens."
The newscaster grimaces, and a tear leaves her face. "We may not live to see tomorrow come, fellow citizens, but we refuse to go down without a fight. Let the Evil Overlord come! Let him come and face us! We will stop him, by all means necessary! Let him come! And he shall rule over ashes and glass! Do you hear me, Evil Overlord!? You will never win! We'd rather die than be ruled by scum like you! Do you-"
The transmission cuts abruptly, citing 'difficulties in the studio'.
And you exhale.
It's Downtime.
Is there anything in particular you wish to do, or someone you wish to speak with?
Or would you rather directly go to sleep?
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