Wake up in apartment from junk food induced coma.
"...ugh....where is....who?"
You wake up half covered empty snack packages, coated in some sort of sticky substance and reeking of Doritos.
Oh god, did you wander into another D&D orgy? Roll to check your orifices for d20's.
Ulrich Leland. Location: Apartment
I imagine the cameras on the bank are quite high so stoning those would made more sense. If cameras can be easily sprayed over then it should preferred option, but I would like some occasional smashing mixed in as well. If I'm correct now should be basically Friday, right? The day before weekend? Perfect excuse for drunken vandalism, assuming Friday-night drinking parties are customary on this planet.
What does my instincts have to say about Mr Smith and his apartment? Besides the fact they are possibly very dangerous?
One of the Stockman doors in vaults had name of the company laser etched on it. That could mean the doors are not laser resistant. Remember: Did the doors have sparkly quality, like it's mixed with glitter or metal flakes?
((Since Kri said earlier his character can be commanded for research, I'll do just that. I don't like this at all but god damn it, I can't do everything alone...))
Skylar action: Set up the radio equipment inside the apartment as much as possible, including antenna. Test it and try to identify signals from bank and/or police. Regardless results, go to the apartment rootop and find good spot for antenna. How much equipment must be carried up here in addition of antenna? Ensure that rooftop door can be opened when night comes and can be locked so no one can interfere.
Stats Value
Strength 3
Dexterity 5 +1/3
Endurance 3
Charisma 4
Intelligence 0 -1
Willpower 5 +1/3
Skills
Speech 0 -1
Intuition 2 +1
Handiwork 0 -2
Conventional 1
Unconventional 1
Exotic 0 +-0
Auxiliary 1
Medical 0 -2
Profession: Mercenary (Exotic)
| In person (Hammerspace) | On ship (locker) |
- 5 tokens
- Few connector cables
- Middle-class clothing
| |
Whatever happened to Kri anyways? He just sort of vanished.
Sure. I was thinking paint ball guns but we can just smash em up too. Would take longer to repair, after all.
Hmm your instincts say...Aliens. Gotta be aliens. Alien shape shifters here to steal the planet's jobs and eventually outsource all labor to their great intergalactic call center somewhere off Andromeda.
You don't remember them looking sparkly; they just looked like normal metal. Hell, they weren't even polished.
You tell Skylar to set things up and then go off and do your own stuff for a while. [6+1+1] Eventually you stop working because your computer screen is starting to warp slightly, as though degaussing and you're pretty sure you can
hear wifi in the air. You come out into the main living room and find that it has been almost completely coated in cables, wires and adhoc antennae. There are clear containers of water being sucked into some sort of cooling system over in the kitchen, stacks of external drives and what looks like a cobbled together sever spread in individual pieces across the kitchen counter. Cables as thick as your arm criss cross the floor and a bank of monitors has been set up over next to the windows, where Skylar is busily tapping away, bathed in green light from the displays. You can taste copper and you're pretty sure you can see bits of saint elmo's fire occasionally erupting from pointed or sharp objects in the apartment.
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