[17] The warlord hesitates when you reach down to snag up the rifle of his dead guard. He draws out his rifle when you aim down the iron-sights at him with his own guard's gun. His rifle hums to life, spitting out laser pulses that eat through the woodwork above your head.
[18] Moore doesn't get another chance to shoot at you. You reach into the magazine of your newly acquired rifle and pull out all of the energy you find therein, sending it pulsing into the micro-reactor all at once. With that done, you shift your focus forward as the weapon shudders, quickly creating a barrier between you and the explosion of heat and radiation that lances out of the weapon. The room disappears in a flash of burning light as you unleash a full magazine of energy all at once.
[16] It takes a lot of focus, you realize, to Overload something. But you feel like you did better this time. The calculations (?) were more natural to do, something more than instinct finally taking over.
Nothing is left of the desk, the bank of cameras, or even most of the room. Or of the Warlord Johnny Moore. Fire licks at the wall behind where he once stood and a neat hole punctures the side of the house, letting in the cool breeze. The gunship swings around, lifting closer to the Villa, investigating the massive flare of light and explosion.
Somebody other than a baby is crying in the other room, you realize. The rifle feels heavy in your hands.
You are Pheobe̛͈̬̥̞ ͈̘̟̩A̪͉̥̥̳͠L͟ ̤͠G͡ainer.
Local Time: 22:20pm 1/2/2010
Blood rushes through your veins, pumping adrenaline.
You feel great.
You are hungry
You have a bruised stomach.
Your back is healing.
You have a headache
Head/Face:
A comfortable mesh of grey kevlar. (concealing)
Over Body:
A grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. (hidden)
Over coat:
A damaged, armored vest.
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 240/250
In Belt: Two las-gun rifle magazines, 500/500, 500/500
In hand: A bloody, worn las-gun assault rifle. 468/500
In coat pocket: Two 'Ballistic' Auto-Syringes, a reusable flaregun with one flare.
[1.1 credits] in local bills
Overload: Amateur.
Healing Factor: Beginner.
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-four years. Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole Gainer, (Cordial),
--Contactable through Mail, Tyler Hop
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
--Current lawful ruler of Steelworks 9 Region (Crusader Supported)
Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Mail, Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
Contact, Threat: William Thornton
--Contactable through Mail, Emma
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
Contact, Military Trainer: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Friend: Emma Thornton (?)
--Low influence within 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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