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[Tarran]

Tarran, you have any orders for your squaddies?

Get to any cover they can get to, and fire at any enemy.

[SeriousConcentrate]

We'll likely have to wait for a VERY huge turn to do that, though, and we'll likely need all five of us on at the same time.

True, true. But I can always dream. ^^ 25 seems like it's within reach.

[Tarran]

Yay for pointless fluff for Tarran.

Spoiler: Tarran nearly getting his ass kicked in October 11th, 2271 A.D. Also, he actually dual wields successfully in this story. Amazing. (click to show/hide)

He looked about, dank and damp. Were the sewers to be his resting place? Damned informative, he knew he couldn't have trusted him.

Slowly, he put in his last clip of .115 spikes. This was his lucky clip, coated with thermite instead of potassium. He made sure not to make a spark, he then waited for the inevitable, but, then, he saw his way out...

...Five hours ago...

"Tom." Said Tarran. Tom had been one of his most frequent dealers. They were friends. While Tom didn't support Tarran and vice versa, they still meeted often. Tarran was Tom's best customer.

"Ah, Tar, how 'ya 'doin?" Tom said.
"Fine, thanks. What have you got for me today?" Tarran replied.
"3 Nutcracker HE grenades. Brand new from the unchained armories. Can break through the toughest of armors, and for cheap, too. Only 100 'creds each."
"That's a nice offer. Here's your payment." Tarran passed 300 credits.
"Ah, good doing business with 'ya, Tar." Tom passed the three "Nutcracker" grenades.
"You too, Tom. Hope you have luck with your new girlfriend."
"Yeeaaah, I hope so too."

Tarran readied for his raid of the Technocrat weapons research facility at New Chicago. New Chicago was built on the ruins of Chicago, and thus had a huge sewer network. He would get in via some of the Unchain's "silent drills", which, unlike other drills, emitted opposite sounds to the sounds drills usually make, making the only sound heard a blank thumping, only hearable by those that pay very close attention. He also had two Renfield SMGs, and his three Nutcracker HE grenades. Finally, he brought a large backpack to take anything he finds.

Sploosh! Tarran jumped into the sewers. "Yuck, don't think about it Tarran, don't think about it..." He started marching several miles through the sewers while cussing all the way. Finally, he reached the area supposedly beneath the vaults. He started drilling directly upward.

Eventually, he broke through the floor after several minutes of drilling and there was no-one there. "Wow, that drill really was silent." He thought. He climbed up and looked around: The walls were filled with vaults of varying sizes. Some smaller than his fingers, some as tall and wide as the room. He started off at his objective: The supposed location of the R113 Plasma Beam weapon.

However, it wasn't there. In fact, nothing was there, the entire room was empty. Immediately, Tarran knew he had fell into a trap. The informative was working for the other side. Just as the doors opened he jumped into the sewers, avoiding lasers, bullets and grenades alike. He began running, looking for an exit--any exit.

Suddenly, when he turned a corner, the room lit up with bullets. Peacemakers were down that way. Tarran pulled out his SMGs and ran back the way he came, firing at the Peacemaker all the way. He noticed more Peacemakers coming down from the hole he drilled, so he decided to sprint down a side-tunnel, Peacemakers in pursuit.

Eventually, he had reached a dead end. He cursed then turned around. Seven Peacemakers were just turning the corner. Without a moment's hesitation, Tarran let loose with his SMGs, Downing three instantly and wounding two. The return fire sent Tarran spinning on the ground with a good hit on his chest. Luckily, he was wearing body armor, and just suffered a nasty bruise.

Tarran crawled around the corner while firing two more clips into the increasingly large group of Peacemakers. Tarran fired all his clips, but they just kept coming. Tarran was down to his lucky clip. He was doomed, when he saw that part of the wall was wooden. He realized what he had to do.

He fired 15 spikes into the wall, letting the thermite do its job, then he fired the remainder at the Peacemakers, downing 5 of them with the thermite. A few seconds later, Tarran charged through the burnt wood, breaking the wall apart and swiping the fire off of him. He sprinted, he cared not where. What was minutes felt like hours. Eventually, he got into the woods and lost the Peacemakers against all odds. He had survived.

I dare you guys to make even more cheesy backstories. Hopefully I haven't caused you to puke with my near-nonexistent story making abilities.

[SeriousConcentrate]

*raise eyebrow* Is that a challenge I sense? I'll see about doing that myself once I finish up with NWN. (I hate quitting in the middle of a quest. Just one of those things.)

Spoiler: January 15th, 2271 A.D. A simpler time for Dominique - no firefights or brawls whatsoever. (click to show/hide)

January 15th, 2271 A.D. A simpler time for Dominique - no firefights or brawls whatsoever.

Dominique sighed, rolled over, and hit the alarm clock, which promptly broke. Again. "Damn it..." she groaned as she opened her eyes. She sighed a second time and rubbed her eyes with one hand. "Fifth one this week," Jeffrey said, yawning. "Sorry, babe," Dom said, scratching the back of her head with a laugh. "You know how cheap those things are." Jeffrey sat up and started to get dressed. "Mmm, too bad you have to go to work so early," she said, watching him. "So, what are you assigned today?" she asked, propping her head up on a hand.

"I have to go over reports on a local casino and see if anyone frequents it more than they ought to. God, paperwork's so boring," Jeffrey said. "I'd rather be home with my wife..." Dom giggled. "I'd rather you be here too. I like being Mrs. Jeffrey Wakeman. Much better than miss Dominique Dominguez." She'd hated people calling her Deedee or Domdom, which happened way too often to her liking and had more than once led to a brawl... but she'd let him if he wanted to. Jeffrey grinned at her over his shoulder as he finished buttoning up his shirt. Dom returned his smile, then rolled onto her back and sighed in disappointment. "I gotta go back to work today too. I wish they allowed more time off for newlyweds." They actually didn't allow any. Both had saved up sick leave and vacation days just for the occasion. "I should be home before you, though."

She got up and stood on her toes so she could kiss Jeffrey's cheek. "I think I'll just get something from the store for us," she said with a smile. He was the better cook of the two by a wide margin, something that she was slightly envious of, and she didn't even want to attempt making dinner. She'd cooked for herself often enough to know how terrible she was. "I'll see you later," he said, giving her a strong hug before he left the bedroom. Dominique stretched and changed into her worksuit, then took a moment to look herself over in the mirror. Her fingers traced one of the scars on her face, the one running down her left temple. She'd never really thought about them until she'd met Jeffrey, and he had liked them. "They make you look dangerous..." he had said. She smiled at her reflection. "...like a soldier in a romance novel." There were a few glorifying the freedom fighters. Jeffrey collected them, even though they were technically contraband, and they read them together.

I don't think the Unchained really exist, though. The government'd squash 'em like bugs. Still, it made for a good book, insofar as she was any judge of such things. She went into the bathroom, washed her face, combed her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. Before, she'd always left it loose to cover her face and her scars... but now she was almost proud of them. I don't think he'd want me to get any more of them, though, she thought with a grin. Cataloging all of them had been fun for both of them, and he'd had a few to show her as well. Some people just didn't like scanners, he'd told her. She believed it, although she had to concede they weren't ALL bad... She finished her preparations and left their modest apartment to report to her work station.

She was greeted by the usual crass remarks and jibes a newlywed expected, but she let them slide right off and even returned a few of them as they waited for the shipment they were supposed to haul. Even the supervisor yelling at them to shut up and do their damn job didn't bother her, or his cussing her out for taking the last week off. She couldn't help sneaking glances at the ring on her left hand every now and then as she hauled crates from one train to another; it was still hard to believe that she was married, and thinking about it made the time fly by. After a few hours, her shift finally ended and she stretched, getting the soreness out of her aching arms, then headed off to market to buy some take out.

She got back to the apartment to find a man she didn't recognize leaving it. He merely gave her a cold glare on the way past, and she watched him go with a raised eyebrow before pushing open the door and entering. Jeffrey was sitting at the kitchen table, looking pained, but he tried to smile upon seeing her. "What's wrong, babe?" she asked, setting her bag aside. Jeffrey shook his head. "That was my supervisor. I let a suspected terrorist slip through my fingers without realizing it and he wasn't happy about 'my handling of the situation,' so he sent me home while he reviews my logs." Concerned, Dom moved behind him and put her hands on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?" she asked. "I'd... rather just forget about it." He placed his hands on hers. "What about you, how was your day?" he asked. "Boring, but better now that I'm back home with you," she said, moving her arms further down to encircle his neck in a hug. He laid his head back against her shoulder. "I'm happy to have you," she whispered. "Tomorrow will be better, and we'll have the weekend off. Maybe we can go out and do something?" she suggested.

Jeffrey smiled, although he looked tired. "I think that sounds like a good idea. Mmm, let me up for a moment. I have to call a friend. Could you set everything up here for us?" he asked, and she nodded, stepping back. "Of course," she said, going over to the cabinets. He left the room to make the call, and she couldn't help but overhear a little. The walls of the apartment were fairly thin - which she noted with a bemused smile - but although she could make out that he was speaking in hushed tones, she couldn't hear any specifics. Sounds like he's warning somebody? she thought, then immediately dismissed it and forgot about it - he might've just been telling someone at work that the boss was in a bad mood and to steer clear.

Dinner went by quickly, and Jeffrey seemed to be in a better mood for the food and the phone call. "Maybe we can read a little?" he suggested, and she smiled. "Of course. I'll get the book while you clean up?" "Sounds fair to me." "I'll see you in the living room then, Mr. Wakeman," she said, smiling. "Don't take too long, that couch is awfully lonely with just one person."

(EDIT: Draignean reminded me Edward's the name of the Twilight guy, and... yeah. Distancing myself from that as much as possible.

Sorry, I just wanted to write happy-Dom... even though it clearly wasn't going to last. Because I'm a heartless bastard. D:

[Trollan]

Maybe somebody should make a kinetic wall...
Control one of those technocracy bastards

[Powder Miner]

James pressed himself against the doorway and attempted to look at how many troopers were there before he advanced. He didn't want to get shot to pieces by a large force, but maybe he could take on one or two. ANyway, it would be good to know what he was up against.

[Draignean]

James Evan

James pressed himself against the doorway and attempted to look at how many troopers were there before he advanced. He didn't want to get shot to pieces by a large force, but maybe he could take on one or two. ANyway, it would be good to know what he was up against.

You edge to the door, [Observation 4] getting a glimpse of two people waiting in the room. One trooper in body armor, the other is just a small time technocrat with a sidearm like yours. [Luck 3] They seem pretty content to just stand there for now, chatting idly.

Spoiler: Initiative Roll (click to show/hide)

Technocrat trooper Front pair: 5
Technocrat trooper Hind pair: 4

Ellen Saun: 4-2
Jamie Teague: 1-2

Dominique Wakeman: 4-2
Tarran Smith: 4-2
Taric Sizier: 1-2
Trol Grane: 3-2

Technocrat Troopers (Front)

The pair of Troopers ahead of the group kneel and open fire on, [Luck 4, 5] Tarran and Taric. The first rifleman [Quickshot roll 4+1] [Tarran Armor roll 3] nails Tarran in the side. (Armor -10 HP -6) The second rifleman [quickshot roll 4+1] [Taric armor 4] hits, smashing a round into one of Taric's thicker armor plates. (Armor -15)

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Technocracy Troopers (Behind)

The troopers behind take advantage of the confusion to take careful aim. [Luck roll 3, 6] Sighting in on Dominique and Trol.

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Tarran Smith

"SHIT!"

Jump down to the floor while spraying the front of the room with bullets, hoping I hit the Technocrats.

You spray and pray with the Jormungandr, [Quickshot 2-1+1, 5-1+1] [Armor roll 2] missing one completely and and chewing holes into the armor of the other. (Technocrat Trooper Armor -19) You then prudently hit the deck, both to increase accuracy and make yourself a smaller target.

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Dominique Wakeman

"Damn it!" Dom moved the riot-shield to provide cover for herself and anyone nearby as she fired at the closest trooper.

You unstrap your shield and cover Saun, firing your pistol at one of the Technocrats ahead. [Quickshot 5] [Trooper Armor 2-1 heavy rounds] Blasting a hole in one of the weaker portions of his armor. (Trooper Armor -18 Trooper is slightly hurt.)

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Ellen Saun

"Grenade!" Saun yells, tossing a small steel canister at the hind group. [Intimidate roll 4, Trooper Intuition roll 5, 3] One of them knows what a smoke grenade looks like and doesn't move, the other is taken in by Saun's trick and bails through door he came though. The canister detonates with a pop and a hiss, spewing dense smoke everywhere.

Vision to hind group is obscured both ways. -3 to marksman and quickshot rolls.

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Trol Grane

Control one of those technocracy bastards

You go for the brainlock on one of the Technocrat Troops, [Control 4+1, 5+1, 3+1 Vs Trooper will 4, 1, 5] dominating his mind immediately.

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Technocrat Trooper
Health: Fine
Attire: Black jumpsuit. Medium body armor, 81/100.
Weapon: Piru Gauss rifle
Off Hand: none
Status: Fine. Controlled by Trol
Range,
All: Short


Technocrat Trooper
Health: Slightly Hurt
Attire: Black jumpsuit. Medium body armor, 82/100.
Weapon: Piru Gauss rifle
Off Hand: none
Status: Fine.
Range,
All: Short

Technocrat Trooper
Health: Fine
Attire: Black jumpsuit. Medium body armor, 100/100.
Weapon: Piru Gauss rifle
Off Hand: none
Status: Fine, behind group
Range,
All: Short, Obscured.

Technocrat Trooper
Health: Fine
Attire: Black jumpsuit. Medium body armor, 100/100.
Weapon: Piru Gauss rifle
Off Hand: none
Status: Fine, behind group. -3 to next initiative roll.
Range,
All: Short, Obscured.

 

Spoiler: Domninique Wakeman (click to show/hide)

Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Carried Weight: 106/210
Attire: Loose black jumpsuit, unchained insignia, Fine. [8lbs] Standard Body Armor, 85/100. [25lbs]
Inv:
Abassy Heavy pistol [6, 8lbs, in hand]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
Fuath Riot suppression carbine [8, 13lbs, Caustic load]
Pressurized chemical canister [8, 1lbs, caustic]
.50 caliber pistol clips x8 (7, 2lbs)
Riot shield [10lbs, in hand 30/30]
Jormungandr Assault Rifle (A35, E70, 16lbs,)
.220 gauss slugs x2 (35)
Basic Medkit (5/5 5lbs)
Status: Technocracy complex, Intersection, covering teague.

Spoiler: Taric Sizier (click to show/hide)

Health: 70/70
Stamina: 70/70
Carried Weight: 76/170
Attire: Loose Black jumpsuit, Unchained Insignia, great. [8lbs] Standard Body armor, 100/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Energy Cell x7
Frankenstein Versatility Rifle (A35, E70, 31lbs, in hand)
.220 gauss clip x5
Memory Foam centerfold
Status: Technocracy complex, Intersection.

Spoiler: Tarran Smith (click to show/hide)

 
Health: 71/75
Stamina: 75/75
Carried Weight: 122/150
Attire: Loose black jumpsuit, Unchained insignia, burned. [8lbs] Light body armor, 40/50. [25lbs]
Inv:
Unchained Transmitter
Renfield SMG (30, 10lbs)
1 .115 spike clips (30, neg.)
Ichneumon Anti-Armor Rifle (1, 20lbs, 1 rounds in speed loader)
1' sabot packs x4 (2)
Chimera pistol x3 (15, 5lbs)
Riot Shield (10lbs)
Guard Magkey
Sleipnir SMG (A25, E50 9lbs,)
Sleipnir SMG (A25, E50 9lbs,)
2 .375 Gauss clips (25, neg)
3 Energy cells
6 .220 gauss clips
Jormungandr Assault Rifle (A25, E60, 16lbs, in hand)
Status:  Technocracy complex, Intersection, prone.

Spoiler: Trol Grane (click to show/hide)

Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Carried Weight: 49/230
Attire: Loose black Jumpsuit, Enchained insignia, fine. [8lbs]
Inv:
Irin Combat Shotgun [7, 14lbs, in hand]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
4 .22 caliber clips. [15, neg.]
Fenrir energy pistol [7, 6lbs]
energy cell x1
Small knife (1lb)
Field surgery Kit (5/5, 15lbs)
ORS pack x2 (3/3, 3/3 1lb)
Status:  Technocracy complex, Intersection.

Spoiler: Companions (click to show/hide)

Name: Jamie Teague
Class: Unchained Psionic
Description: A bright man, though more recently prone to brooding after losing his squad to a skirmish with the independents. He feels in debt to Tarran and his group for saving his life, though guilty for surviving where his own have died.
Personality Complication: Suicidal Recklessness, after losing the lives of the men and women he was sworn to protect Teague will go to suicidal lengths to ensure the safety of Tarran's group.
Skills: Fighting 1, Soak 1, Marksman 1, Kinetics 2, Empathetic 1
Attributes,
Strength (Str): 2
Dexterity (Dex): 4
Endurance (End): 4
Charisma (Char): 2
Intelligence (Int): 4
Willpower: (Will): 4
Equipment: Standard Body armor (Pristine 100/100), Kapre light rifle (15/15, in hand), field rations x5, basic medical kit, .30 caliber rifle clips (15) x5 

Name: Ellen Saun
Class: Unchained Shadow
Description: Smart, beautiful, and a borderline sociopath. Ellen Saun volunteered for a position in Tarran's fireteam because it was effective, and she was somewhat attracted to the sheer kill count that was attributed to their actions.
Personality Complication: Sociopath, Ellen can relate to human beings, she understands the concept of feelings. She just doesn't give a shit, and she doesn't feel remorse, she doesn't hesitate, and she doesn't empathize.
Skills: Melee 2, dodge 2, Intuition 2
Attributes,
Strength (Str): 3
Dexterity (Dex): 9
Endurance (End): 0
Charisma (Char): 0
Intelligence (Int): 5
Willpower: (Will): 3
Equipment: Hostile environment suit (Pristine 75/75), Renfield SMG (30/30, in hand), field rations x2, Smoke grenade x2, .115 spike clips (30) x5, combat knife x3 

[Taricus]

Take cover and aim at the bastard that shot me.

[Tarran]

Get up and ram the guy not being controlled by Trol that I can see. Knock him off his feet.

[Draignean]

One of those two people is being brainlocked by Trol.

[Tarran]

One of those two people is being brainlocked by Trol.

Oh. Edit.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Son of a bitch!" Dom said, taking another shot at the opposition. Also aiming at the guy Trol's not controlling and hoping my initiative roll's higher than Tarran's, for obvious reasons. o.O

[Tarran]

"Son of a bitch!" Dom said, taking another shot at the opposition. Also aiming at the guy Trol's not controlling and hoping my initiative roll's higher than Tarran's, for obvious reasons. o.O

Oh goddammit, now my teammates are going to roll the 1s and shoot me instead of the other way around.

[Trollan]

Woah, it worked?
Minion shoots one of the two not being shot at, I'll stab the last one.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Payback? o.O Wouldn't be very fair though admittedly since the Abassy's a lot more powerful than the Chimera. I wonder if I can do a fork condition, like IF Tarran's initiative is higher than mine THEN throw a 5Kn, 5' slam at the two Technocrats in the back.