Dominique Wakeman"Hold still, damn it," Dominique said as Tarran started reloading. "This is harder than it looks. You ever tried pulling bullets out of someone with your mind?" She took out the bandages and started wrapping them around his torso. "Tch. Leaving this to me 'cause I'm a girl... I'm not your damn mother," she muttered to herself petulantly. "Anyway, I'm not a doctor. This is the best I can do here, we'll have to find an applicator somewhere. The chick over there might have one on her if we're lucky," she said, indicating the nearly-headless Guardian.
You keep bandaging Tarran's wounds, [Dex 2,Int 1(-3 progress),Fighting 4+1,luck 3 = 21/20 complete] you screw up a little tying up the bandage but you've been in enough fights to know how to make a good dressing. A couple moments later Tarran is good to go, as long as he doesn't try anything strenuous like getting shot.
Bleeding stopped fully, Tarran HP +5.
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Tarran Smith"Shit... the bastard got away... for now. Taric, Trol, keep going, me and Dom will catch up soon." Reload my Chimera and sit tight.
After the pushy broad is down fiddling around in your body with her mind you reload your pistol and pull yourself into a reclining position, careful not to disturb the fresh bandages. The unchained better have a five pound box of medals ready for you when you get back.
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Taric Sizier"Right, We'll search any corpses" Pull out The Jormungandr and pursue the fighter.
You don't know what's on the other side of that door, you switch to the assault rifle in the event of immediate combat. You follow Trol to the door, getting ready for a fight, again.
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Trol GraneGet back up, slowly enter the room, not drawing attention
Rising from the kneel you push open the door slowly, letting Taric fall in behind you. Whoa, this is the room you need. The floor drops off about twenty feet after the door, ripped apart by some unknown force. It drops off into a fall of indeterminate distance, but if Yvonne was correct it's the fifty feet to the ground floor. Spaced every twenty-five feet or so on the edge of the drop are the bastard children of a dentists chair and an arsenal. At least five different guns of been welded to point roughly the same direction on each, they're mounted on the swivel seat section of on office chair and have all been slaved to a single trigger. An explosion of wiring leads from each frankenstein turret and into a wall panel, probably linked directly into the building's primary power.
A mere ten feet to the right of the door is the man Tarran shot, kneeling over him is a woman in body armor with on open medkit. She's trying to close the wound but it's a losing battle due to the sheer size of the hole. About 30 feet left of the door is the Fighter you were pursuing, he's talking animatedly to five other mixed individuals in light body armor, the crew for the turrets you would wager.
You smell something strange.... looking down you realize it's your armor which is growing pits of increasing size from the acid that it got sprayed with. [Luck roll 2] The corrosive doesn't show any sign of stopping or slowing down.
StatusWarning: Tarran's health is below 50%
Health: 72/100
Stamina: 55/100
Carried Weight: 86/210
Attire: Loose black jumpsuit, unchained insignia, perforated. [8lbs] Standard Body Armor, 3 stripes, fine. [25lbs]
Inv:
Nova Grenade
Abassy Heavy pistol [4, 8lbs]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
Fuath Riot suppression carbine [5, 13lbs, Caustic load, in hand]
Pressurized chemical canister [8, 1lbs]
.50 caliber pistol clips x8 (7, 2lbs)
Stun Baton [50/50, 5lbs]
Riot shield [10lbs, In offhand]
Crude bandages x1 [1lb]
Status: Inside Independent complex, Hallway.
Health: 46/70
Stamina: 60/70
Carried Weight: 76/170
Attire: Loose Black jumpsuit, Unchained Insignia, great. [8lbs] Standard Body armor, fine. [35lbs]
Inv:
Taric's ALR Broadbeam (0, 17lbs)
Energy Cell x4
Jormungandr Assault Rifle (A15, E50, 16lbs, in hand)
.220 gauss clip x2
Brail porn magazine.
Status: Inside Independent complex, Turret room.
Health: 25/75
Stamina: 47/75
Carried Weight: 112/150
Attire: Loose black jumpsuit, Unchained insignia, burned. [8lbs] Light body armor, 2 stripes. [25lbs]
Inv:
Unchained Transmitter
Renfield SMG (30, 10lbs)
1 .115 spike clips (30, neg.)
Ichneumon Anti-Armor Rifle (1, 20lbs)
1 partial .115 spike clip (10, neg)
Chimera pistol (15, 5lbs, in hand)
1' sabot packs x2 (2)
Riot Shield (10lbs)
Guard Magkey
Sleipnir SMG (A20, E45 9lbs)
Sleipnir SMG (A20, E45 9lbs)
2 .375 Gauss clips (25, neg)
2 Energy cells
2 .220 gauss clips
Jormungandr Assault Rifle (A15, E50, 16lbs,)
Status: Inside Independent complex, hallway.
Health: 47/100
Stamina: 60/100
Carried Weight: 59/230
Attire: Loose black Jumpsuit, Enchained insignia, heavily burned. [8lbs] Light Body Armor, bad, pitted. [25lbs]
Inv:
Irin Combat Shotgun [3, 14lbs, in hand]
Small knife [1lbs, in hand]
Chimera Pistol [0, 5lbs]
4 .22 caliber clips. [15, neg.]
Fenrir energy pistol [1, 6lbs]
energy cell x2
Status: Inside Independent complex, Turret room, armor coated in corrosive.
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