Taric SizierGo to tarran. Admire frankenstein
You head back down to the Training hall, admiring your new gun while Dom holds it for you. Now all it needs is a rocket launcher or something fun like that. When you arrive in the training hall you find that Teague, Saun, and Trol are already there with Tarran.
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Dominique Wakeman "Damn, that looks pretty cool," Dom said, picking up the Frankenstein. It was fairly heavy, so she figured she'd lug it around for Taric at the moment. They had to hustle to get back to the training hall where Tarran wanted them anyway. When they arrived a few minutes later, she showed the Frankenstein to him, Trol, and the new guys standing around. "Check this shit out," she said. "He could explain it better'n I can but this thing can totally wreck the opposition." She handed it back to Taric. "Yo, I think I remember you," she said to Teague. "Weren't you with Yvonne?"
You carry the BFG for Taric, all this thing needs is something like a plasma cutter on the end. Once you arrive you greet Teague and start showing off the giant gun. They seem suitably impressed by the lethal weapon.
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Trol Grane"So, what didja do to my gun, Taric?" Keep standing.
Also dodge Trol's question.
After admiring the large weapon that Taric made you have to ask what he did for yours, he gets a little evasive but you press him on it. [Trol Verbal Melee 6, Confim critical 5, Taric Verbal dodge 2, Critical confirmed] You skewer him verbally and he reveals that he stuck a pointy piece of metal on the end. Looking at the laser/gauss rifle that he made for himself you are somewhat less than impressed.
Irin Combat Shotgun -Bayonet attached-
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Tarran SmithPace around until Dom and Taric get here.
You pace around angrily until Dom and Taric arrive. Taric arrives looking triumphant, though he gets a little more guilty when he talks to Trol. Dom is carrying what must have been Taric's creation. The weapon looks like the bizarre hybrid of two different guns, if it doesn't explode the first time a person pulls the trigger it looks useful.
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James Evan
Things clicked around in James's mind, and he jolted forwards a small bit. "Oh, yes! I remember now. Freaking warpriest. Sorry about that, Cal." James shook his head a bit to clear it. "Now, I never got a good glimpse at whatever the warpriest was armed with, seeing as though he beat the crap out of me every time he walked in..." James' voice dropped to a whisper as he inched closer. "I think I can definitely break the bonds holding my arms. However, I've been reluctant to do so because obviously, I can't fit them back around my wrists, and I'd probably get the crap beaten out of me. And having refused the Orientation under the Technocrats doesn't help, unfortunately." James rubbed his head again. "Ow." He said at full volume.
Cal looks at you, still a little concerned.
"Yeah you tried the breakout thing once already, that's how you got that bump on your head. Don't worry about being heard man, we're behind steel and concrete walls and nobody comes down here. Except to beat the shit of us, and talking really doesn't change much." You roll your shoulders and try to rub your head. Unfortunately, your hands are bound behind back so you rub your head on the wall instead.
You need a plan, something brilliant, something unexpected, something that can let you take on an entire facility of Technocrats with nothing but your bare hands, one injured man, and some spit.
Everyone but James is getting hungry again.
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