Ashley Fey"Alright I accept, I would like to check out these survivors on the way out though, if what you say checks out, I WILL actually recommend an alliance between the Motherless Sons and you. You wanted me dead there was no reason for you to set up such an elaborate fake, which is why I want to talk to them, rather than just trust the video mind; video is enough for what you are asking however"
Harry, I have found some, uh, evidence that throws doubt into the Voice still being here, I need to check it out, but if it clears we may have an ally against that bastard.
"Which bastard?" Harry's voice whispers back into your mind. "I'm losing track of the number of bastards we're fighting. Sizier or the Voice?"
"The Voice," you send back quickly. "I think Sizier might have actually been telling the truth."
There's a silence in your head for a long moment. "This better be some damn good evidence."
"Good enough to take the risk. I'm coming to get you, there will be an escort with me."
((You don't have to make actions until Dominique is done talking with Taric. Unless you have an action that you want to take while you're waiting for her to get done.))
Health: 91/91
Charge: 135/135
Carried weight: 115/150
Attire: Plain gray under armor padding. Midguard Hardened Armor (112/140, 60lbs)
Inv:
Garou Repeating Cannon (9/12) (19lbs)
15 MM bonding charges x1
Ashley's Leanashe Assault Rifle [10/30 18lbs]
4.73 mm Caseless box mags x1
Cirri Light pistol [20/20 4lbs]
Energy cell x2
basic medical supplies [1/5] (5lbs)
Manticore Pistol [9/10 6lbs]
Mechanical Bypass kit 1/5 [3lbs]
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Dominique WakemanDom quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure. We'll do that while Ash is rounding up Harry. What about, though?" she asked.
Taric waits until Ashley leaves before speaking. "First, I have absolutely no objections to you killing her in transit. Trading information for technology could be profitable, but I already have Jordan's corpse. Poking through that should give me most of what I need to know about them. Second, I," Taric coughs slightly and looks vaguely embarrassed. Which, for him, is an impressive feat. "Well, I found the information on your husband in the sub-notes of one of the primary research files. They were the first things I investigated for my own purposes, and I actually finished an hour or two before you woke up. He was mentioned only once, and he never actually set foot on this base. He was part of a series of concurrent experiments run on an orbital, and the project lead on this facility requested that Jeffrey Wakeman and a dozen or so other subjects be transferred here for study. The request was denied, but I still have the log and the location of the orbital. I just don't know what kind of state your husband is in, that's why I didn't tell you sooner. The experiments were testing a form of biological additive, an additive which killed all of the test subjects on this facility. Your husband was requested for study, which might mean that he survived, or it might just mean he left an interesting corpse. The more important thing is that... I don't think he's one of us." Taric frowns and looks away from Dom, going back to tweaking his collar. "We're valuable to them somehow, too valuable to waste in experiments that will probably kill us. The prison was meant to study psionics, but it was also meant to indoctrinate us. This experiment, well, it had test subjects, lab rats, nothing more. I think your husband is just a human, which has some unfortunate repercussions."
Health: 128/128
Stamina: 120/120
Carried Weight: 166/210
Attire: Harlequin Uniform, Styx Assault Armor (137/150, 60lbs. Integrated Power cell charged 3/3, Internal Ammunition Supply [Cerico, 16])
Inv:
Dominique's Abassy Heavy pistol -laser sight- [6, 8lbs]
.50 pistol clip (7 0.2lbs) x5
Artemis Railgun (3/3 A, 3/3 E 18lbs)
Size S-3 rail spike pack (3, 0.6lbs) x2
Cerico Shotgun (24/8 A, 16lbs)
12 gauge shells (8, 0.3lbs) x5
Stun club (50/50 11lbs)
Advanced Medical Kit (10/10) (5lbs)
Energy Cell (Full, 0.5lbs) x5
ORS (3) x2
Status: Fine.
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James EvanJames uses a slam on the ceiling, in an attempt to knock it loose a bit or to knock a small hole in it, for light to find Tarran and to see what that liquid is.
[Slam 22+1-1, full radius, 15 kN] You bring your will to bear against the ceiling, realizing a second too late that this might not be such a hot idea inside an enclosed space. [Control 21-1, 50% refunded] [Luck 11, 21] (-8 Stamina) The wave of force hits the crushed roof of engineering, sending a rebounding shockwave back down into the slime that covers the room. This would be very unhealthy for you if the slime in question wasn't impact gel. For a moment, it seems that, aside from splattering half the room into the air, the psionic attack was ineffective. Then the broken ship groans around you and the floor shifts downwards.
The sounding of groaning metal turns into a shearing squeal, and a crack of light appears in the ceiling. You scrabble on the slick floor as the room shifts, trying to keep pace as
down shifts under you. The slice of light widens, breaching open wider as the Virtue's back finishes breaking. You watch as the foggily glowing underside of Mahdavi's canopy is revealed to you. You had no idea you'd be this grateful to see it, but you feel as if you're outside for the first time in years.
In the new light, you check the rest of the engineering bay for Tarran. You find him, bloody, bruised, unconscious, and up to his neck in the slime that has now gathered in the bottom corner of the room. [Medicine 18+1-1] You give him a cursory check for additional injuries as best you know how. He has a pulse, and aside from the giant chunk of metal in his leg, he seems mostly intact. You do, however, detect a large knot on his head that wasn't there before the crash, and you're almost sure some of his ribs are cracked or broken.
The opening in the top of the top of the compartment is a fracture that runs the width of the room. It's about eight feet up what used to be the floor, and you think that it's wide enough for you to squeeze through, if you can get up there without slipping. Getting Tarran out safely... That's a different matter. [Observation 6-1] Between getting hit in the head repeatedly and the partial deafness from the noise of the crash, you can't tell anything about what's going on outside.
The skin of your chest itches.
Health: 74/88
Stamina: 28/100
Carried weight: 171/300
Attire: Exarch Dress uniform [8lbs] James' Light Body armor 40/50 (50/50) [25lbs]
Inv:
Renfield SMG (10/30, 10lbs)
Riot shield (10lbs 1/30, in hand)
Piru Gauss Rifle (E5/5 A5/5 16lbs)
.45 Gauss slug clip (5)
Simone's Song (6lbs 3/7 -Frangible Rounds-)
.50 caliber Frangible pistol clips (7) x1
Irin Combat Shotgun 3/6 (15lbs)
Dybbuk Flechette Canister Rifle (1/2 35 lbs)
20 mm flechette canisters (x2, 1 lb)
Emergency VIP Drop Suit (30lbs, Armor 35/35)
Status: The Virtue, engineering. Mild Concussion, next save [3].
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Tyrin LaverosCue ensuing dramatics. Hobble to safety! Provide suppressive fire with my Broadbeam--that is, take a precise shot at one of the enemy troopers clearly in sight (from the map). If not, go to suppressive fire. ((GM Note: Later changed to aimed shot))
You tell the colonist that those ahead are allies, and he continues to help you walk forwards. [Mobility 16, 6, avg 11] The two of you manage to hobble a short distance forwards, his support giving you the free time to try and line up a shot at the smoky figures to the south-east.
(Aimed in an Technocrat destroyer)
Health: 18/79
Stamina: 54/85
Carried weight: 52/150
Attire: Colonist Worksuit, Limbo Medium Body Armor (78/115, 35lbs)
Inv:
Medical Kit (9/10, 5lbs)
Bandages (4/5, 2lbs)
Combat Knife (1lbs)
ALR Broadbeam (9/10 E, 14lbs)
.30 Cal pistol clip (10) x1
Status: New Hensfield, South-east. Moderate Bleeding (Loses 7 stamina per turn until health and stamina equalize, then loses health slowly)
Red Hollow Face: Armed Colonist
Green Hollow Face: Unchained Psionic
Green Hollow Face on Dark Green Background: Unchained Kineticist
Dark Green Hollow Face: Unchained Marshal
Light Blue Hollow Face: Anna
Deep Blue Hollow Face: Tyrin
Teal filled face: Trooper
Teal filled face with gold background: Sharpshooter
Cyan Face with gold background: Sniper
Cyan Filled face with light-grey background: Destroyer
White Filled face: Damien
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Anna WitheldHead in the direction that Tyrin went as quickly as I can manage, staying in as much cover as possible. Keep an eye out for him and regroup.
[Mobility 9] The smoke in the air makes breathing difficult, and you're too tired to push through it and sprint. You jog slowly but steadily to the north, following Tyrin and the other colonist at a short distance.
Health: 73/95
Stamina: 4/105
Carried weight: /130
Attire: Colonist Worksuit, Lethe Armored Infiltration Suit (36/50, 20lbs)
Inv:
Kapre Light Rifle (11/15, 16lbs)
Renfield SMG (10/30, 10lbs)
Combat Knife x2 (1ls)
.30 cal rifle clip (15/15) x1
.115 spike pack (30/30) x1
Status: New Hensfield, South-east.
Red Hollow Face: Armed Colonist
Green Hollow Face: Unchained Psionic
Green Hollow Face on Dark Green Background: Unchained Kineticist
Dark Green Hollow Face: Unchained Marshal
Light Blue Hollow Face: Anna
Deep Blue Hollow Face: Tyrin
Teal filled face: Trooper
Teal filled face with gold background: Sharpshooter
Cyan Face with gold background: Sniper
Cyan Filled face with light-grey background: Destroyer
White Filled face: Damien
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Marshal Feuer [Probe 10+1-2][Probe 17+1-2 Vs Tyrin P.Empathetics 5][Probe 12+1-2 Vs Anna P.Empathetics 3+2] The marshal swiftly probes all three of the approaching individuals, moving quickly and not bothering with the subtle approach. The results for him are surprisingly positive. "Witheld, Laveros get over here," He shouts through the smoke. "Wigs, burn anything down that moves and
isn't them. And somebody get a kit out, they have wounded."
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Damien SmithWell then, approach the rubble cautiously. With my gun out. Ready to pew-pew.
[Mobility 16+1] You leave the destroyer staring at the flaming impact scar to the north, jogging over to the ruins of the colonist structure. [Intuition Hidden] You can see gaping holes riddling the floor and ceiling of the the building. Dust, smoke, and faintly glowing pieces of metal are all that can be seen inside, but it might be worth a look inside to see if there is anyone left inside. [Observation 6] Between the fire, dust, and billowing smoke, you can't see a damn thing inside or beyond the building.
Your radio chirps briefly, the destroyer's CID popping back up. Apparently he's recovered enough of his wits to start moving. "Team is pushing north and west, sir. We have your location, do you need backup?"
Health: 79/79
Stamina: 76/85
Carried weight: 105/150
Attire: Technocrat Uniform, Asgard Shield Armor 75/75 (150/150, 35lbs)
Inv:
Hellhound Beam SMG (30/30, 15lbs)
Abassy (7/7, 8lbs)
Laelaps Laser Rifle (12/12, 17lbs)
.50 cal pistol clip (7) x4
Energy Cell (Full) x8
Ichneumon (2/2, 25lbs)
Field Surgery Kit (10/10, 5lbs)
1" sabot rounds (2) x8
Status: Hensfield field, mindbar
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