[1] One of the las-pistols breaks away from the group. You shift, to do something when the door swings open and two men, [7] one with a great-coat like yours, move to step in. They have the other two las-pistols, and they hum to life, safeties off.
[11-9] The one in the front takes a blast to the chest, staggering back into the other with a surprised look on his face as a portion of his chest vanishes in a splash of fire, then soft flesh gives way to steam of blood. He drops his gun, and the other man lifts his towards you, blocked by a portion of his former friend.
[6-19] His shot goes wide, arcing out over Emma's head with a soft hiss, cracking into the wood of the roof.
[9-12] You retaliate, firing again, but the pulse burns through the corpse instead of your intended target.
The great-coated kidnapper finally ducks out of the way, dropping his dead comrade to the ground and leaving your lines of fire.
[3][10-14]Something slugs into your shoulder, just below the plate, from behind-- the back door! Pain, horrible burning pain sears through beneath your back-- then, it's gone. The smell of burning flesh and plastic fills your nose. Emma screams.
[15-3] You roll out of the way of the next shot, dragging your pistol up, too slowly-- something is wrong with your arm. But the Ambushing Kidnapper is surprised by Emma, his gun tracking to her. You snap off a shot, and his head caves in.
[10+3]You hear movement from outside, but no one else enters. There's something definitely wrong with your back, and it's affecting your arm. You know you should be in great pain, maybe even shock at this point, but your consciousness doesn't fade. Emma is screaming your name.
Agression or defense?
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You feel no pain
You are constantly peckish.
Something is wrong with your back.
Neck:
A comfortable mesh of grey kevlar. Over Body:
A damaged, bloody, grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. Torso:
A new, fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. (hidden)
Lower Body:
New, Grey semi-formal pants.Hands:
A pair of leather gloves. Feet:
Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet:
A pair of fur-trimmed leather boots.
In Holster: A brand new, grey las-pistol 247/250
[1.1 credits] in local bills
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-five years. Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole, (Cordial),
--Contactable through Mail, Tyler Hop
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
Contact, Military Trainer: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Friend: Emma Thornton (Happy)
--Low influence with The Thornton Family
Schoolyard clique:
--6 young men and women, of intelligence (respectful, friendly)
--3 young men and women, of strength (respectful, friendly)
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