"...fuckin' a."
Back up out of the room, fire off a couple of rounds at where I think it is. Try to not die.
Stats:
Str: 13
Dex: 16
Int: 10
HP: 4
Skills:
Guns: 2
Unarmed: 2
Stability: 2
Debt: 61 Mb
Inventory:
1 M1911 Pistol, .45 caliber (Archaic gun, 1d6) (Loaded with AP 10/10)
10/20 Standard ammo
10/10 Standard AP ammo (Ignores 1 armor)
20/20 Standard HP ammo (Extra d4 damage vs unarmored)
20/20 Standard white phosphorus ammo (1 burning damage for d4 turns)
1 Radio
1 White phosphorus grenade
1 Standard environment suit (Worn)
1 Kinetic dampening skin suit, + 1 armor (Worn)
TOTAL: 1 Mb
You point your handgun at the ceiling and pull the trigger. The gun makes a soft "PUFFT" sound and jams. You swear and sprint the rest of the way out of the room, stopping only when you reach the hallway. You take a quick look around. Toby is standing there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes are bleeding, Asshole is holding his shield in front of himself like a holy talisman, dashing between other team members, and Chaotic and Cia are sneaking out of the office room in a way that can only be described as loony toon-esque.
Leave the room, quietly. Keep sword drawn, and avoid it if it's above me.
Name: Chaotic
HP: 3
Stats:
STR: 17
DEX: 14
MIND: 13
SP: 6
Skills:
Melee: +2
Stealth: +2
Analysis: +2
Gear:
1 Modern Melee Weapon (Nanoedged Sword)
1 Flashbang
1 Poison
1 Radio
1 Kinetic Dampening Skin Suit
Remaining SB: 0
Debt: 31MB
Str: 14/14
Dex: 15/15
Mnd: 11/11
HP: 2/2
Guns: 4
Melee: 3
Debt: 21Mb
1 Desert Eagle (Archaic gun, 1d6 AP loaded)
3 boxes hollow-point ammo 30/30 (1d4 vs no ballistic armor)
2 boxes AP ammo 19/20 (no DR vs ballistic armor)
1 chainblade (Modern Melee, 2d4)
1 Bullet Vest
Get out of there, quietly. Take up defensive post somewhere with good visuals on the door.
You both tip toe very quietly out of the room while keeping your weapons pointed at the noisy ceiling. When you get outside you both immediately notice a chemically smell and see that Grant seems to be...rather worse off than when you last saw him.
"Yeah, they're in the fuccin fents, what a suprise."
Stop being the shield. Use shield which isn't me to protect people.
slhed
HP: 6/6
Stats:
Strength: 12/12
Dexterity: 7/13
Mind: 7/7
Skills:
Guns: +3
Unarmed: +2
Gear: 0 SB
Archaic Sub Machine Gun (1d6) (25 SB)
9mm FMJ Ammo x27 (Pierces 1 Armor) (Loaded) (4.5 SB)
Riot shield (30 SB)
Radio (5 SB)
Envirosuit (10 SB)
Lighter (.5 SB)
Keg of Booze, 247 units (25 SB)
Debt: 51 MB
((Also, tell me when this booze wears off.))
You run between every member of the team, holding your shield up in front of them.
"WHEN YOU COME TO IT AND YOU CAN'T GO THROUGH AND YOU CAN'T KNOCK IT DOWN YOU KNOW THAT YOU'VE FOUND
THE WALL, THE WALL, THE WALL, NO ONE ON EARTH CAN MAKE IT FALL!"
evaluate my medical condition and the best remedy for it. Meanwhile, remain at the door to the room with the team in it. I have HP rounds loaded, but I want to be ready to swap to AP if the thing that crashes through the ceiling is made of metal.
[glow=green.,2,300]"Get out of there! quietly. that thing is coming down.
Asshole! we're gonna need you. Something big is coming.[/glow]
Str: 11 ..... Current: 10
Dex: 14
Int: 15
Max HP:4 ...... Current HP: 0
Skills: 4
....Guns: 4
Debt:51 megabux
Stuff:
KinSkin (kinetic dampening Skinsuit) (three cuts in chest from werewolf claws)
Standard ex-mil rifle, d6
medkit
1 frag grenade
stims (10 battle, 9 coag)
radio
04 ammo (30 standard, 10 hollow point[loaded], 10 Armor Piercing)
________(3 clips at .5 sb each, 1 clip at 1.5 sb, 1 clip at 1 sb)
01 sb.
You think about your medical condition. Well, the wound in your chest is straight forward enough. But the gas...some kind of irritant. Maybe poisonous. Probably chlorine gas. You weren't exposed for long though, and as far as you remember exposure shouldn't be causing these symptoms. What could, you're not really sure. Maybe you've been exposed to one of the mutagens that you were very specifically warned does not exist around here. Though you're not sure how. As you contemplate this, something squirts in your mouth. You spit onto the ground, letting out a gutteral grunt and backing up, surprised and disgusted. What you just spat out is about 90% blood and 10% tooth.
The heavy banging from upstairs stops. Nothing more is heard.
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