Shooot
[3+2=5] You do so. [2][1][1] [Dodge:2][Dodge:4] Your second target throws himself down to avoid being hit, but the first isn't fast enough. [BP:1][Damage:3+2=5] Such pretty little headshots. She collapses, her face an unrecognizable mess.
Attempt to fix the spider bot, and instal the converter at the same time.
[6] You magnificently repair all damage suffered by the bot, even carving quite impressive works of art into it's armour in the process. Now it looks like a walking art gallery. [1] Your attempt to install the converter is a complete failure, though. [3] Aside from a nasty bruise on your leg and a few dents in the machine, though, nothing bad happens as a result.
There is a battle going on up there, I needed parts...
[1] You mumble something incomprehensible, which the woman hears as you cursing her. She's not very pleased with you. [3] She begins to drag you through the apartment and downstairs, where she dumps you in a pile of broken machines and locks the door. She takes your inventions with her, aside from, obviously, the head.
Release their heads and ask them for general background exposition. My character will not say those exact words, though.
[5] You lighten the gravity of their heads a bit and begin to question them. ' What the hell is going on here?' is your first question. [5] They are more than happy to answer. They have been told of the horrible, immoral experiments the League does and sent to cleanse the city of their taint. A larger attack force is on their way towards the flying HQ right now, in fact. These two ships are supposed to be leaving soon, when the soldiers and the League captives return. They bribed the local guards and wiped out the security in the area, which explains why nobody tried to stop your friends as they rampaged through the street earlier. However, the explosion drew the interest of the nearest Watch House, who sent hovercars to the scene (though they were wiped out rather quickly, as your comrades could tell you). They don't seem to know more.
"Hey.... What your writing there?" If he fails to tell me, BURN HIS DAMN HAND OFF AND READ IT FOR MYSELF.
[5] You inquire about the notes he's writing, and he's glad to explain. He's gathering information about the Council troops and tech, as well as their bots and important personnel. He has some kind of far-reaching listening device/scanner hidden inside his ear, apparently. It's for the inevitable counter-attack the League will make when they hear of this, he explains.
I look for an exit.
[1] Even though you are surrounded by half a dozen doors, you utterly fail to open any of them. You scream for help. This doesn't go unnoticed, and one of the door opens, a new head poking in. He looks surprised to see you there. [5] ' Sir? Are you alright?' he pauses, staring at your lab coat ' I'm sorry, but this area is off-limits. You should return to your quarters. Do you wish for me to guide you there?'
Statuses
Doctor Cognate
Health: Left Leg: Slightly Wounded
Right Leg: Minor Cut
Inventory: Simple Tools, The Monocle, Moderate Amount of Copper, Copper Thing
Creations: The Monocle (Power [5], Size [3], Functionality [3], Fuel [3])
Charge Left: 70%
SHADOWdump
Health: Torso: Slightly Wounded
Inventory: Simple Tools, 5 Canisters of Cheap Oil (100/100), Radical Rocketboard, A Lot of Computer Parts, Some Mechanical Parts, A Lot of Scrap Metal, Mechanical Replacement Head, Communicator, Autopistol (Ammunition Left: 6/6), 2 Pistol Clips [12/12]
Creations: Radical Rocketboard - Unavailable (Power [4], Size [3], Functionality [3], Fuel [4]
Fuel Left: 90/100
Ultimate Nacho Dispenser - Unavailable (Power [2], Size [1], Functionality [2], Fuel [3]
Fuel Left: 90%
Khan
Health: Fine
Inventory: Simple Tools, Some Scrap Metal, A Few Computer Parts
Creations: Robotic Left Arm (Power [4], Size [4], Functionality [3], Fuel [3]
Charge Left: 30%
Spider Bot (Power [3], Size [6], Functionality [3], Fuel [3], Intelligence [5])
Fuel Left: 100/100
Converter (Power [3], Size [6], Functionality [1], Fuel [2])
Charge Left: 100%
Professor Nirur
Health: Torso: Slightly Wounded
Inventory: Simple Tools, Box of Immortality Pills, Muscle Tissue, Fresh Brain, Some Internal Organs
Creations: Immortality Pills (Power [5], Size [2], Functionality [4], Fuel [3]
Derek
Health: Head: Slightly Wounded
Inventory: Simple Tools, Prototype Reality Bender
Creations: Prototype Reality Bender (Power [4], Size [3], Functionality [2], Fuel [5])
Charge Left: 94%
Background Roll [4]: As the darkness of night overtakes you, the shapes of the airships disappear from view. You still see their lights, and that they're still coming closer with increased speed. An alarm begins to sound in the airship Nirur and Derek are in. ---
NPC's
Let us go!
[5] The crew explain that the alarm signifies imminent combat, and that they need to get back to their positions.
Goddamn, he's just one man!
[4] All the troopers, even the one with the burning face, attempt to return fire. [3][6][5][3][5][Dodge:1] Five of the weapons bark, and five bullets find their mark. [BP:3][BP:2][BP:6][BP:3][BP:4][Damage:5+1][Damage:4+1=5][Damage:4+1=5][Damage:2+1=3][Damage:4+1=5] Ochita literally explodes in a maelstorm of flesh and blood, sending shards of bone shrieking everywhere around him. His body parts land several hours later in entirely different parts of the city. The troopers cheer a bit and then pick up their poor, now-faceless comrade-in-arms and head for the League hall. A single trooper looks around a bit for any survivors, but finds none.
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Farewell, Ochita. He died doing what he loved, which was standing against a much stronger enemy, alone and bleeding. Now, who wants his shit?
I'll most likely add Dragnar as one of the captives. He managed to hide his starting invention, no matter what it was.