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[NAV]

Crit nods to London then shows the other three team members his plan to pool tokens to buy a vehicle. We only need two more tokens!

((Hooray guys! It finally snowed here!))

((Same here. Freezing rain too!))

[Toaster]

Speaks, hearing of the team plan, nodded his head.  "A transport apparatus, you say?  Well, a personal transport device was on my mind, but I will contribute to the team funding of such a device!"

[Hiddenleafguy]

((We should call it the Insanemobile.))

[Digital Hellhound]

Erin Strand

Take off the awful Armor of the Pariah, put on the new armor. Then, 1 token into Weapons.

Happy for a chance to get rid of the awful, awful Armof of the Pariah, Erin embraces the new suit and puts it on posthaste. With the ugliest piece of protection in the universe safely out of sight, Erin goes for another Weapon from the Fabricator. [14 - Short Sword] White lightning strikes and there's a sound like a thousand trumpets blaring at slightly different times. [3 - Three Effects] [Friendship] [Love] [Blood] A broad-bladed short sword plunges down into the floor. Picking it up, Erin notices it is rather pink, including the blade, with a heart-shaped guard and a faint scent of roses emanating from it. She looks up for the description, frowning.

Spoiler: The Rose Blade (click to show/hide)

Once upon a time, there was a princess. She grew up on tales of romance and chivalry, yet lost her father and both brothers to a brutal period of warfare while barely out of childhood. As per tradition, their fallen tech-swords were returned to the family to be reforged into new blades for the next generation - only, unfortunately, the entire male side of the family's new generation had been wiped out in the war. While the elders of the family squabbled over what to do with the blades and the succession, the princess plucked the swords from underneath their noses. She set on reforging them with the help of a childhood friend, a smith's daughter, and the result was the Rose Blade - beautiful where its fathers had been fearsome, unassuming where they had been dreaded. The princess then pledged to use it not for war, but in the name of friendship, love and beauty, bringing peace to the land once more.

Reality shattered those dreams. Untrained, unwilling to actually kill, she lost it and her life soon into her quest. The Rose Blade, however, survived. As one of fate's cruel ironies, it became one of the most bloodied and dreaded weapons of the war; changing hands a dozen times, but always cutting down countless men and women in the process. Forged from high-tech alloys and mechanized precision tools, it remains a surprisingly powerful weapon on the galactic stage.

Damage: 5
Traits:
+Piercing II [+2 Damage against armor]

Ah. A pleasant surprise, surely.

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Spoiler: Erin Strand (click to show/hide)

Status: Stranded.
HP: 30/30 [-2 to Damage]
Possessions:
-The Rose Blade [Damage 5/Piercing II/Friendship, Love, Blood]
-Mnemonic Autocannon [Damage -/Heavy Weapon, Automatic I, Stunning +0, Memory Drain/Lion, Memory, Large]
-Cadgewell's Green Rifle [Damage 3/Inaccurate, Internal Bloom/Earth, Overgrown, Organ]
-Sacred Fang Mail [DR:-2/Worship, Teeth, Special]
-Armor of the Pariah [DR:-3/Pariah State/Ugly, Magical, Depression]
-4 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None

Speaks

If he was at his planet of origin, Speaks would undoubtedly destroy these gloves with extreme prejudice.  On the road, however, he might as well keep them; like the Dazzle Suit, who knows when it might prove useful.

"Fascinating gear, good Lux!  Might I inquire as to any other places to spend these tokens?  I feel I could make far more gear than I could transport effectively!  Do we have lockers to store excess?"

Talky turn to give the GM a break

'Well... hmm! I guess you could exchange them for credits. There's all kinds of stuff on the AllMarket these days! I'm sure they'd love to buy that junk you're lugging around! We should have a trade terminal set up here somewhere... Only, I don't know how much these things are worth, really,' Lux says and trails off. Despite her having no visual representation with facial features, Speaks gets a sense of contemplative frowning. [6] 'Oh, I don't know, maybe 10,000¤ for each Token! Does that sound fair? I guess I could ask the General...'

'Of course you have lockers, silly. You have a vault! Or you can just leave them lying around. It should be fine - it's not like we'll be invaded by a crack team of teleporting villains looking for vengeance in the future! Or... something like that. Ha, ha.'

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Spoiler: Speaks (click to show/hide)

Status: Gnarly.
HP: 30/30 [-1 to Damage]
Possessions:
-Tooth Gun [Damage 3/Precise, Special Ammo/Teeth]
   >Shattering Teeth (2) [Tearing II]
   >Diamond Teeth (10) [+3 Damage/Piercing II, Stunning +0]
-Fireproof Cassock [DR:-1/Fire-Resistant/Christian]
-AboutTime Authentic Allosaur Leather Gloves
-The Terrorporter [Terror Port]
-Dazzle Suit (Variant IX) [Unuseable.]
-5 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None

London, Crit and Evil Roy

Crit and London trade absinthe for a Token. Evil Roy belts out an impressive musical number as his full name/introduction while London looks on in appreciation, as a prelude to their trade of Despair Stone for Peace Pigeons. Who's getting the short end of this deal remains to be seen.

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Spoiler: London Tanner (click to show/hide)

Status: Rattled.
HP: 25/25
Possessions:
-Grímnir's Hold [Damage 6/Unwieldy I, Ancient Wards/Containment]
-Sungwood Bow [Damage 4/Bug Swarm/Singing, Insect]
-Legal Protection [DR: -3/Capacity: 4/Law]
-Peace Pigeons [Damage 4/Burst, Peacemaker/Self-Damaging, Pigeon, Revolutionary]
-Kodion Thermal Shield [DR: -2/Shield Use: 3/Fire Barrier/Fire]
+Spirit of 1871 [Effects: +30 HP, +1 to CR, +1 to Stunning Resistance, -1 to rolls of intelligence.]
-Viscous Eyedrops
-Jetpack Soviet Fur Hat
-3 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None

Spoiler: Crit (click to show/hide)

Status: Obsolete.
HP: 25/30
Possessions:
-Endgame Ring [Black Hole Generator]
+Mega Seeds
+SGP Glue
+Last Resort Explosive Digger
+Quantum Lab Tube [An experimental product of Nazi superscience. Appears to contain every chemical at once.]
+Quantum Key [An experimental product of Nazi superscience. Appears to be every key at once.]
+5 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: Nazified

Spoiler: Evil Roy (click to show/hide)

Status: Evil. Purplish?
HP: 30/30
Possessions:
-'Reaver' Powered Crossbow [Damage 4/Close-Ranged I, Stunning +1, Special Ammo/Sadistic, Mind-Altering]
-Ursus Amplifier Sword [Damage 5/Amplifier/Bear, Intensify]
-Omniphobic Familiar [Teleprotectation]
-Maelocht's Gloves [Soulgnawer]
-Faer Tragedie's Secret [Despair Stone]
-6 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None

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A note on credits and just buying things from the galactic markets like an amateur: you're unlikely to find better gear from the store than from lucky generations of the Fabricator, but it is good for knicknacks like special ammo materials, drug refills, mission intel and support (y'know, possibly - you might just be buying more enemies for yourself!), etc.

The Spirit is +Max HP. What can I say, those 19th-century mad scientists knew what they were doing! Also, this game has never been about balance, though I remain somewhat wary about giving you access to things like [Quantum-Mechanical] [Black Hole] [Short Sword]. Somewhat.

Apologies if I missed something, I'll include it in the next one.

[Digital Hellhound]

Fun...ish side note: Twinwolf's latest weapon was almost the first genuinely cheerful and optimistic weapon of the game. A combo of Love and Friendship? Even my twisted, evil heart didn't want to ruin that.

Then, naturally, I rolled Blood, and it became a matter of deciding between this or a Madoka-style 'seemingly innocent, secretly horrifying' sort of thing (blood sacrifices to make people love you, maybe). So there we go. We were so close.

[Toaster]

You don't consider Speaks's robe optimistic?     I love it, by the way.

Speaks nodded sagely.  "Well, let us see what challenges the next assignment holds for us before we venture into such a business dealing.  I shall requisition a couple more items in the meantime!"

Let's hit up one each of Other Equipment and Other Consumable.

[Digital Hellhound]

You don't consider Speaks's robe optimistic?     I love it, by the way.

It seems to be pessimistic by design. A fireproof cassock means you expect the worst, ie, catching on fire. Though I mean, if fire and nudity is your particular cup of tea - I don't judge - it could very well be optimistic.

I hope I get the chance to include more gear from the mysterious planet of Rollyisland in the future.

[Toaster]

That fecking planet?  Full of gobshites.

[Twinwolf]

One more weapon, one protection.

[Ruludos]

While the rest of her teammates seem to doubt the wisdom of such an enormous investment, London can still remember the thrill of piloting the sturmeagle. She makes her own way to the vehicle bay and puts the last of her tokens into the machine for a small vehicle.

((What in Stalin's unholy name is in that green bottle?))

[Twinwolf]

By the way, what happened to that MPL-188 I had?

[Hiddenleafguy]

You don't consider Speaks's robe optimistic?     I love it, by the way.

It seems to be pessimistic by design. A fireproof cassock means you expect the worst, ie, catching on fire. Though I mean, if fire and nudity is your particular cup of tea - I don't judge - it could very well be optimistic.

I hope I get the chance to include more gear from the mysterious planet of Rollyisland in the future.

((Just taking the time to spread the word Velafi, it means to jump off a cliff nude and on fire.

[NAV]

It doesn't seem like enough teammates want to work together to buy a vehicle. Crit beeps sadly and his screen dims.

[Digital Hellhound]

By the way, what happened to that MPL-188 I had?

It was vaporized, like all other things Nazi.

[Harry Baldman]

It doesn't seem like enough teammates want to work together to buy a vehicle. Crit beeps sadly and his screen dims.

Evil Roy expresses enthusiasm at the idea of a vehicle, but suggests that perhaps it would be wiser to wait until the mission briefing before buying a vehicle of some sort. What if, for instance, their next mission were uncannily similar to the previous one? After all, there is only limited use for a large vehicle in a hallway-based mission of murder and destruction.

Now, if they were to be informed that the very next mission was to be, say, the elimination of a robotic speedo-based dictator from a frozen, mine-laden wasteland, then one could be said to be in business, and in such an event he would be delighted to donate some tokens for a large vehicle that could help them navigate the boreal tundra.

As he waits for more precise mission parameters, Evil Roy sees no harm in obtaining another Weapon from the Fabricator.