Post by Ark Larkins on Jul 1, 2010 23:53:16 GMT -5
Server started.
DeathsHands5 has connected.
DeathsHands5:
MAH BOI
Warcaster:
Yeh
Warcaster:
This ought to be interesting.
Fuegan has connected.
Fuegan:
Everything is black
DeathsHands5:
Racist.
Fuegan:
I see it
Warcaster:
Warcaster:
-100 XP for racism.
Fuegan:
I am black
DeathsHands5:
Yeah
Fuegan:
I can't be racist over my own kind
DeathsHands5:
I just see black too
Warcaster:
Because, like
Warcaster:
There's no map.
DeathsHands5:
So?
DeathsHands5:
Wait, shit.
Warcaster:
So it's narrative until we get to the part that actually has a map
Fuegan:
That's me
Warcaster:
Since I under no circumstances had time to map out this entire dayum city
DeathsHands5:
....you would actually bother to do that?
DeathsHands5:
o.O
Warcaster:
Given the time, maybe
Warcaster:
Where's my voice in the sky...
Voice in the Sky:
There.
DeathsHands5:
....
DeathsHands5:
JESUS CHRIST
DeathsHands5:
Wait, is taht a dragon?
DeathsHands5:
*that
Inquisitor:
Hello *echos*
Voice in the Sky:
Yeah.
DeathsHands5:
JESUS CHRIST
DeathsHands5:
IT'S A DRAGON
DeathsHands5:
GET IN THE CAR
Inquisitor:
GET IN DA CHOPPA!
Voice in the Sky:
Rawr.
Inquisitor:
Dragons are chumps in 40k
Voice in the Sky:
no eldar
DeathsHands5:
Anyways
DeathsHands5:
umm...
DeathsHands5:
yeah, I remember
Voice in the Sky:
In any case
DeathsHands5:
lockdown
DeathsHands5:
last ended waiting for it to end
Voice in the Sky:
Recap: Informed by Jeyus, you rushed to save Lars Oda, Engineer-Captain.
Inquisitor:
^
Voice in the Sky:
The dynamic duo now finds themselves in a weapons cellar of the cult, having dealt with the traitorous scum in this sector.
DeathsHands5:
We passed that
DeathsHands5:
we were pree much waiting for lockdown to finish.
Inquisitor:
I'm sleeping on a bunk
Voice in the Sky:
Lazy acolytes are lazy
DeathsHands5:
I stood around.
Inquisitor:
Ok, lemme fire a gun point blank into your hip
Inquisitor:
lets see how active you'll be
Voice in the Sky:
Some time passes as the alarms blare, until eventually you hear the metallic screech of blast doors opening.
DeathsHands5:
Okay, okay
DeathsHands5:
game mode
Voice in the Sky:
Lars rushes over to the pair, "Enforcers are headin' in. Stick with me, I'll get you outta here no trouble."
Inquisitor:
I acknoledge Lars and get up from the bunk and follow.
DeathsHands5:
"Yes, yes, let's move along."
DeathsHands5:
I follow suit.
Voice in the Sky:
He leads you out, Harker following as well. As a spearhead of heavily armed Enforcers moves in, Harker peels off to talk to them. Lars, after showing his ID and talking to some of them, leads you through them and into the elevator.
Inquisitor:
Harker?!
DeathsHands5:
The Enforcer
Voice in the Sky:
Oh right, you guys don't remember names
Inquisitor:
We have Guardsmen Harker here?!
Inquisitor:
omg we're safe
DeathsHands5:
lol
Voice in the Sky:
The doors closing, he sighs deeply and looks around at the two. "Well... thanks, men. It was brave of ya' to help me out back there."
Inquisitor:
I nudge death to say something
Inquisitor:
*nudge*
DeathsHands5:
...
Inquisitor:
*nudge nudge*
DeathsHands5:
right.
Fuegan:
Vectus*
Voice in the Sky:
He wipes the sweat off his brow, clearly stressed by the recent battle.
DeathsHands5:
"Yes, yes, our pleasure," I say somehwat dryly. "we have a duty to carry out."
Voice in the Sky:
"Indeed..." In somewhat of a hushed whisper, he asks, "What did Jeyus say?"
DeathsHands5:
obe moment
DeathsHands5:
*one
DeathsHands5:
back
DeathsHands5:
"What did he tell us? That you were comprimised, to put it simply."
Voice in the Sky:
He thinks. "I guess he wouldn't say much more... not in the open. Where are you two headed, anyway?"
DeathsHands5:
"Gart Station."
Voice in the Sky:
He suddenly coughs, almost violently. "Well... I guess that's a goal. Dare I be the one to ask how you're gonna do that?"
Fuegan:
"We have to go back and talk to Jeyus about it."
Voice in the Sky:
(( Anyone remember the way he told you to get in contact with him last time? ))
Fuegan:
With the card?
DeathsHands5:
I know it involved the card (of course)
Voice in the Sky:
(( His Hab. His hab number is on that shiny card. ))
Fuegan:
I mean if the seesions weren't a week apart I might knoiw
Fuegan:
See
Fuegan:
we knew
Fuegan:
lol
Voice in the Sky:
"Ah... how you gonna find him? He's probably back on the move, after rilin' up their plans like that."
DeathsHands5:
"His hab, hopefully."
Voice in the Sky:
The elevator screeches to a halt and the door opens.
Voice in the Sky:
Lars steps out, looking back. "You know your way around?"
Fuegan:
"Not really, no."
DeathsHands5:
"We've been led around a majority of the time."
Voice in the Sky:
"Heh. Well, I gotta head to Engineering. I'll need to rally the men after that close call down there... you gonna need any help, or can ya figure it out?"
DeathsHands5:
"What do you think, Arbite?"
Fuegan:
"We could use an enforcer or someone to lead us around."
Voice in the Sky:
"Ah, half of them are probably in Sector 4 now... they'll be too busy for civilian escorts. They might even lock down access to the city..."
DeathsHands5:
"Oh, how convienent. I suppose we'll find our way ourselves, then."
Fuegan:
"Excuse, me?"
Fuegan:
"Civilian Escorts?"
Fuegan:
"We're more heavily armed than your pathetic fighting force."
DeathsHands5:
I chuckle slightly.
Fuegan:
"You would be all dead if it wasn't for us, you can spare one man."
Fuegan:
Ima test for this
Voice in the Sky:
Dare I ask what you're trying to test for?
Fuegan:
Scrutiny, I think
DeathsHands5:
Sounds like intimidate.
Fuegan:
or Intimidate
Voice in the Sky:
(( minor detail you may recall; he's an "Engineer"-captain. It's not likely he actually has any sway over police forces ))
Fuegan:
Well there are enforcers
Fuegan:
I go up to one of them.
Voice in the Sky:
Lars wanders off at this point, going on his way.
DeathsHands5:
I follow up behind Nihilius, slowly.
Voice in the Sky:
The burly Enforcer looks down at the two. "Greetings, citizens. What is your business?"
Fuegan:
"I request an escort to contact Jeyus." I say to the enforcer forcefully.
Fuegan:
I show him my Arbites ID. "As you can see, I'm badly injured and need an escort."
Fuegan:
"It is required of you to escort wounded Arbitres, especially after large attacks."
Voice in the Sky:
(( What world is that ID from, btw? ))
Fuegan:
iono.
Fuegan:
I had the memory wipe
DeathsHands5:
The world ain't really the point, the rank is.
Fuegan:
I'd assume it would be a general ID
DeathsHands5:
Wait, GM discretion.
DeathsHands5:
Hoping you got some pull, fueg.
Fuegan:
Considering I'm Inquisition
DeathsHands5:
We don't carry any rossettes or anything
Voice in the Sky:
(( You're rank 2 Acolytes ))
Fuegan:
Meaning I'm the same rank
Voice in the Sky:
(( I wasn't aware you had any "pull" at all ))
Fuegan:
I'm enforcer rank
DeathsHands5:
Can Fuegan try an intimidate?
Voice in the Sky:
(( Sigh. Sure, try to intimidate the police. ))
Voice in the Sky:
(( +0. ))
DeathsHands5:
Heh. Well, do that roll, fueg.
Fuegan:
I'm Intimidating by means of logically Escorting a wounded peer and how refusing could be a demotion.
DeathsHands5:
Okay, a Fel test.
DeathsHands5:
Go.
Fuegan:
Because I'm pree sure Enforcers are required to be in pairs
Fuegan:
In attacks anyway
DeathsHands5:
Fel test
Fuegan:
so ya
Fuegan:
Fel
Fuegan:
what am I rolling against?
DeathsHands5:
+0
Fuegan:
I thought it was an opposed roll
DeathsHands5:
Nop
Fuegan:
bah
Fuegan:
ok
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 95
Fuegan:
lol
DeathsHands5:
Damn!
Fuegan:
"Fine, give me your Arbitres ID number and name."
Fuegan:
I'd assume I can recored nots in the data-slate
Fuegan:
notes*
DeathsHands5:
Sure
Fuegan:
ima record that and get him fired later
Fuegan:
:-p
Fuegan:
Ok so we proceed to the blast door
Fuegan:
and exit
Voice in the Sky:
The door that leads to the elevator you just got off of?
Fuegan:
w/e
Fuegan:
we exit w/e we were in
DeathsHands5:
We backtrack to Jeyus' hab.
DeathsHands5:
No, wait
DeathsHands5:
bah, we head to the habs.
Voice in the Sky:
You don't know where the hab is. Right now you're in the middle of the port's many pathways
Fuegan:
Inquiry
DeathsHands5:
Anybody we can flag down for directions?
Fuegan:
To find out where to go
Voice in the Sky:
There are an abundance of passerbies
DeathsHands5:
I flag a random one down.
Fuegan:
lol
Voice in the Sky:
Inquiry (Jeyus's Hab) then?
Fuegan:
Yes
DeathsHands5:
Yes.
Fuegan:
difficulty?
Voice in the Sky:
-20.
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 29
Fuegan:
pwned
DeathsHands5:
....
Voice in the Sky:
Degrees?
Fuegan:
I just pass
Voice in the Sky:
A passerby mentions that Jeyus's hab is probably in Sector 6 of the residential areas, based on the number. He mentions you might want to find a map if you don't know the way.
DeathsHands5:
We were given a map by the clerk.
Fuegan:
gewd memory
Voice in the Sky:
Sure, why not.
DeathsHands5:
What? We weren't?
Voice in the Sky:
For the sake of moving on, I'm not going to bother checking
DeathsHands5:
Okay, I search my belongings, and eventually produce the map from my robes. (got alot of shiat in there).
Voice in the Sky:
So you apparently have a map of the port, which discerns to you the location of the elevator to Sector 6.
DeathsHands5:
Yes.
DeathsHands5:
Unless the clerk gypped us, but that's something different entirely
Fuegan:
So we make our way to Sector 6
DeathsHands5:
Yes.
Voice in the Sky:
Some minutes later, you arrive at the elevator, which transports you to Sector 6. The density of pedestrians lessens noticably as you enter this area.
Fuegan:
What's the hab number?
Fuegan:
on the card
DeathsHands5:
468, if I remember correctly.
Voice in the Sky:
Instead of the large apartment habs of Sector 4, there are many smaller habs, fit for maybe 4 people at most.
Fuegan:
So what number hab are we closest to?
DeathsHands5:
"Hopefully this layout will narrow down the search inconsiderably."
Voice in the Sky:
Hab 467 is right before you.
DeathsHands5:
"Oh, right here. Convienent."
Fuegan:
lol
Fuegan:
proceed further to the next hab
Voice in the Sky:
Jeyus's hab is discreetly situated amongst a grouping of similar habs, bearing no special indicators. The door is locked, but there is a datapad with a card slot on it.
DeathsHands5:
We insert the card into the slot.
DeathsHands5:
*I
Voice in the Sky:
Click.
DeathsHands5:
It opened?
Voice in the Sky:
The door unlocked, you enter the hab.
Voice in the Sky:
It is cramped and relatively barren. There's four uncomfortable looking beds, and on the far wall there is a table where a datapad sits.
DeathsHands5:
"Hmmm. Empty."
DeathsHands5:
I walk up to the table and inspect the datapd.
Fuegan:
I stand guard at the door
Fuegan:
with my shotgun ready
Voice in the Sky:
The datapad appears to be waiting, humming quietly with only one button alight on it.
DeathsHands5:
I press the lighted button.
DeathsHands5:
Cautiously.
Voice in the Sky:
The screen lights, and you begin to hear a recording.
Voice in the Sky:
(( sec here ))
DeathsHands5:
"There's a recording. You may want to hear this."
Fuegan:
I listen in
Voice in the Sky:
"Assuming you're hearing this, Lars is safe. I can only pray that's the truth. I've had to move, so I can't be here in person. They'll be onto me, and this is the last place I want to be. The cult is on the move in the Palace, and it's not gonna be pretty... if you're still around, and in the Emperor's service, I have a plan. You need to get to the Drillhead, I've found out where it is. You can find the coordinates here, but you'll need to find out how to get there. It has-" a static overcomes the message. "...cult-... Gart station..." The coordinates flash on-screen, and then it goes quiet.
DeathsHands5:
I make certain to note the coordinates on my data slate.
DeathsHands5:
"This isn't good."
Fuegan:
"Check the map for a sector that may have land speeders or any kind of transport.
Fuegan:
"
DeathsHands5:
Once more, I consult the map.
Fuegan:
Do the sectors have land marks and junk?
Fuegan:
the map*
Voice in the Sky:
Looking back at the map, you notice that the port is divided into several large areas; Storage, Residence, and Engineering. You note your position in the middle of Residence.
Fuegan:
"Obviously in Engineering."
Voice in the Sky:
You recall Lars was heading towards Engineering. Around the same time, you hear a monotone voice on the wall, announcing the late hour of the day.
Fuegan:
I pull out a bread bun and eat it while we look at the map."
Fuegan:
no quote
DeathsHands5:
...
DeathsHands5:
You're really attached to those.
DeathsHands5:
Our first endeavor in RT: Bread Bun Run.
Fuegan:
Ok so I'm just not gonna eat anything all day...
Fuegan:
Damn right
Fuegan:
death knows the plan
Voice in the Sky:
How much damage did you take, Fuegan?
Fuegan:
10
Voice in the Sky:
So you're like, heavily wounded.
Fuegan:
yes
Voice in the Sky:
You may want to, y'know, seek some help on that matter.
DeathsHands5:
"I wouldn't reccomend moving on much from not until your condition stabilizes."
Fuegan:
o rly
Fuegan:
tottally had no idea
Voice in the Sky:
Jeyus's hab seems vacant of occupants, and its unlikely you'll be bothered there.
Fuegan:
Meh, lets go back to the inn
Fuegan:
Lock deh door and lets go
DeathsHands5:
"We need to get you to an aid centre for now."
Fuegan:
"No."
Fuegan:
Isn't that what your meddicae is for?
Fuegan:
and your medkit...
DeathsHands5:
Mmmkay.
Fuegan:
We go to the inn
DeathsHands5:
"Well, if you'd rather stay in my own care, I can't argue. Let's go."
Voice in the Sky:
The party trekks back to the visitor area's inn, where their room awaits.
Voice in the Sky:
Lessee
Voice in the Sky:
For heavily wounded, you can spend a whole week in bed and recover your TB
Voice in the Sky:
If Vectus's Extended Care works, you get double that, plus 1/degree success
Fuegan:
We're gonna rest for a week?
DeathsHands5:
So he'll only need to stay down for 3 days if I pass?
Voice in the Sky:
Well if you want to heal
Fuegan:
Won't everything be like... over by then
Voice in the Sky:
Well no, it'll still be a week, but he heals a lot more
DeathsHands5:
Hmmm. Okay.
DeathsHands5:
How many checks do I have to make?
Voice in the Sky:
Just the one for 1 week
Fuegan:
...
Fuegan:
ima die
DeathsHands5:
lol
Fuegan:
rite here
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d100 => 58
DeathsHands5:
Jesus christ
DeathsHands5:
close.
DeathsHands5:
40 int + 20 from the kit.
Fuegan:
What's your intellegence?
Fuegan:
ah ok
Voice in the Sky:
Fuegan heals six meellion HPz
DeathsHands5:
Damn, that was close.
DeathsHands5:
Time skeep one week.
Voice in the Sky:
Well I dunno his TB so I unno how much.
Fuegan:
TB4
Voice in the Sky:
Thus, 8 HP were restored
DeathsHands5:
Regained 8 wouds for a grand total of...?
Fuegan:
I have 10 wounds
Fuegan:
and I'm lightly wounded now
Fuegan:
So we can go nau
Voice in the Sky:
You could wait like another day and get the rest off
Fuegan:
Mmm...
Fuegan:
I guess...
Voice in the Sky:
Lulz
Fuegan:
wait
Fuegan:
no
Fuegan:
lets go nau
Voice in the Sky:
O noes, that's the day the cult planned to virus bomb the world. u lose
Fuegan:
I can heal on the way
DeathsHands5:
Buns?
Fuegan:
I regain 1 per day
Fuegan:
yeah them buns are gone
Fuegan:
and with death I can heal 2 per day I assume
DeathsHands5:
Okay, 7 days later; it's morning.
Fuegan:
if he passes
Voice in the Sky:
I don't think you can do extended care on the move
Fuegan:
If he's with me?
Fuegan:
why not?
Fuegan:
All I need is a bandage and a couple pills and I''m gewd to go
DeathsHands5:
Because you'd pretty much need to be resting somewhere for the whole duration
Voice in the Sky:
Carry him on your back, Death
Fuegan:
Then that would be 8 wounds again...
Fuegan:
I regain 1 per day, a check up here and there would regain me the extra 1
DeathsHands5:
In this case, you've been in bed, I've been sewing you up, removing bullets 'n junk, kissing you goodnight; etc.
Voice in the Sky:
The point is
DeathsHands5:
Can't do that walkin'
Fuegan:
I don't see how that's such a strech
Voice in the Sky:
It is now 7 days later.
Voice in the Sky:
You've spent 7 days recovering from the shock and horror of your traumatic battle
Fuegan:
rite
Fuegan:
Now ima go see that old man merchant again
DeathsHands5:
Wait wait, one step at teh time
Voice in the Sky:
The monotone voice once again assails you; "Attention, Visitors; Access to the primary city is restricted until further notice. You will be retained in the Port area until future notice."
DeathsHands5:
I notice the Arbite awakening as I skim over things on my data slate.
Fuegan:
I get up from my bed.
Fuegan:
"Thanks Vectus for the treatment."
Voice in the Sky:
I'm feelin' tha love.
Fuegan:
I leave the room and go find that old man
DeathsHands5:
"The bullets have been removed, everything is sewn up and cleaned up, and the rest should be left to natural healing. You should be in peak condition soon enough."
DeathsHands5:
I follow Nihilius.
Voice in the Sky:
Which old man we huntin' down now?
Fuegan:
The one I bought bread buns from
Voice in the Sky:
Oh, the bartender.
Fuegan:
lol
Voice in the Sky:
You find him asleep on the bar counter, an oversized and emptied mug in one hand.
Fuegan:
I fill the mug up with water
Fuegan:
I move across the counter and carefully tip the mug over with my shoe.
DeathsHands5:
"Before his assumingly rude awakening, the Port has been announced to be locked out from all other sectors."
Fuegan:
Well then we have to wait another day I guess
Fuegan:
""
Voice in the Sky:
He rolls off the counter, falling onto the floor.
DeathsHands5:
"You never know, we may still find something yet."
DeathsHands5:
"...oh my."
Voice in the Sky:
(( And to clarify, the Port area encompasses those sectors ))
DeathsHands5:
DeathsHands5:
*locked out from all other areas
Voice in the Sky:
(( It's a rather large port, encompassing its own minor operations. You just can't get into the rest of the city ))
Fuegan:
"Hello, good sir!"
DeathsHands5:
Kept in mind.
Fuegan:
"It looks like you didn't finish your glass, waste of good beer I'd say."
Voice in the Sky:
"Who'sat! Wachu want, kid?" he rolls around, clearly out of it.
Fuegan:
"Have some weapons to sell you."
DeathsHands5:
Oh, crap.
Voice in the Sky:
"I'ma... oh, that's nice... that's nice..." he gets up to his feet haphazardly.
Fuegan:
I put the 12 knives, the 2 stub revolvers, and the 6 mery killers on the table.
Fuegan:
"What will you give me for all this?
Fuegan:
"
Voice in the Sky:
Rubbing his eyes, he replies, "Waz am I even gunna do wit' all this? Ain' no one gonna come 'round and buy this crap..." he picks up a knife and examines it.
DeathsHands5:
"You found the time to gather a miniature armoury?"
Fuegan:
"Yes, yes I did."
Fuegan:
"Well, you can sell it for scrap metal at the very least." I say sarcasticly.
Voice in the Sky:
"I'll take tha..." he looks around, not even awake yet. "... how bouts this knife... and that revolvah..." he pushes the rest away. "Don't want none of that other crap, nah."
Fuegan:
lol
Fuegan:
"Ok, how much will you give me?"
Voice in the Sky:
He spits out a laugh. "Well, why don't CHU try doin' that! ain' as easy as it looks, when they's all askin', 'Where'd ya get thees gun, sar?'"
DeathsHands5:
You'll be the most colourful Explorator ever, Warc.
DeathsHands5:
O
DeathsHands5:
I
DeathsHands5:
I'm certain.
DeathsHands5:
(gotta stop pressing enter early)
Fuegan:
The old man's spit lands over vectus as I step aside
Voice in the Sky:
He rummages around under the bar, and pulls out a sum of currency worth 40 Thrones. "'az it. rest is fer... fer somethin, I 'unno. Figger that out after I gots a gun..."
Fuegan:
Sweet
DeathsHands5:
Not bad.
Fuegan:
"Ok, sir, I'll take it."
DeathsHands5:
"Ugh..." I retain my composure.
Voice in the Sky:
He hands it over, promptly taking his newfound possessions and stashing them behind the bar.
Fuegan:
"How about I trade you another knife for two large baskets of bread buns?"
Voice in the Sky:
"Oi! My buns arr worth more'n knives, I'll have ya' know. What's should I do wit' two knives when I already gots one?"
DeathsHands5:
Oh jesus////
Fuegan:
lmao
DeathsHands5:
Knives for buns... FO3 anyone?
Fuegan:
"Alright, alright, three thrones for two large baskets? ANd I'll throw in a knife just to be generous."
Fuegan:
lol
Fuegan:
haggling for bread buns
Fuegan:
totally the best part of DH
Voice in the Sky:
"Mmm... then I gots one knive for cuttin' mah buns... then one for the otha' stuff! Ya got yershelf a deal, sonny."
Fuegan:
sweet
Fuegan:
"Thank you, sir."
Voice in the Sky:
He wanders off absentmindedly.
Fuegan:
I hand Vectus 10 thrones, "This is for paying the inn, now we're even? One basket each."
Fuegan:
Plus one basket each*
DeathsHands5:
I eye the buns for a short moment.
Voice in the Sky:
The buns look absolutely awesome.
DeathsHands5:
"...where are we going to keep these?"
Fuegan:
I take a bun and eat it, relishing every moment of warm bready goodness
Voice in the Sky:
They could possibly have been baked in the Emperor's oven.
Fuegan:
How many buns per basket?
Fuegan:
10?
Fuegan:
8?
Voice in the Sky:
3.
Voice in the Sky:
Cause they're huge.
Fuegan:
No
Fuegan:
The other one was 6
Fuegan:
and they wer uge
Voice in the Sky:
Cause they were small
Voice in the Sky:
These are double huge
Fuegan:
So I get half and pay double?
Fuegan:
wtf?
Voice in the Sky:
Don't you question how the drunk bartender makes his gawddammed bread buns
Fuegan:
These better be bread loaves
Fuegan:
dammit
DeathsHands5:
Aaaj
Fuegan:
I eat half a loaf.
DeathsHands5:
good quotes for my Fantasy Flight forums sig
Fuegan:
lets go
Voice in the Sky:
Let's just spend the whole session battering with random characters
Voice in the Sky:
Try to sell the Clerk the empty bread bun basket
Fuegan:
So we need to wait another day amirite?
Fuegan:
omg yes
Fuegan:
That's what we gotta do
DeathsHands5:
I stuff the buns into the ration pack and toss the basket without much thought.
Fuegan:
NOOOO
Fuegan:
deh basket!
Fuegan:
Those rations must be massive
Voice in the Sky:
As I do say, the Port itself is fine; it's just access to the rest of the city, which you haven't been to anyway. You still have access to everything on the map.
Fuegan:
fit for a Space Marine Tactical Squad
Fuegan:
ok
DeathsHands5:
"You said to head to engineering last week, didn't you?"
Voice in the Sky:
Calgar himself gave these bread buns a 10 out of 10.
Fuegan:
I want +1 wound per half loaf I eat
Fuegan:
lol
DeathsHands5:
"I'll look over the map again..."
DeathsHands5:
I look over the map again.
Fuegan:
"Alright Vectus, you do that."
DeathsHands5:
(looking for something that could indicate transport)
Voice in the Sky:
You review the map of the area, noting the three large sections of the Port; Engineering, Storage, and Residence. You see your current location, the Visitor's Area.
Voice in the Sky:
There's nothing particularly indictive of where you might procure surface transport.
DeathsHands5:
"Storage and Residence are likely not to hold anything relevant; we'll head back to Engineerign and consult the Captain again.:
DeathsHands5:
*"
DeathsHands5:
**Engineering
Fuegan:
"Lets go"
Fuegan:
We head back to engineering
Voice in the Sky:
And so they sally forth to Engineering, an hour long walk through the port. They eventually approach an entrance, where a clerk sits at a console, overwatching the way in.
DeathsHands5:
I tap the console to get the clerks attention; "Does Engineering host any methods of transport?"
DeathsHands5:
*clerk's
Fuegan:
o sry
Fuegan:
I was getting mahself some bread buns
Voice in the Sky:
He blinks. "There are a variety of mining operations in caverns underneath the city. They are organized by the local Engineer-Captains, and there is little surface travel that occurs without their approval."
Fuegan:
"Do you know where Lars is?"
DeathsHands5:
"Lars Oda, Engineer-Captain?"
Fuegan:
"Yes."
Fuegan:
"Him."
DeathsHands5:
"And hew would be... where?"
Voice in the Sky:
He consults his console. "He is stationed as an overseer in Bay 7 today."
DeathsHands5:
"Where's Bay 7?"
Fuegan:
"Would he be in charge of transports to Gart Station?
Voice in the Sky:
He rambles out a line of rehearsed directions that would lead you to Bay 7. "Gart Station is currently experiencing severe technical difficulties, and I do not have information pertaining to it. I am sorry."
Fuegan:
noob
DeathsHands5:
".....very well. Let's go."
Fuegan:
We go.
Voice in the Sky:
You follow his directions carefully, weaving your way into the complex web of tunnels that lead through the Engineering area.
Fuegan:
wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka...
Voice in the Sky:
You rush by many weary looking miners, and pass through large areas that house mining vehicles.
Voice in the Sky:
Eventually you reach Bay 7, where you can see him directing a group of men boarding a vehicle of some sort.
DeathsHands5:
"Engineer-Captain Oda!"
Fuegan:
I greet Lars.
Voice in the Sky:
He issues his final round of orders and walks over to the two, a worn smile on his face. "By the Emperor! Good to see you again, lads."
DeathsHands5:
"I could say the same, though time has become pressing once again. We need surface transport."
Fuegan:
"To Gart Station." I add.
Voice in the Sky:
(( You have coordinates to the Drillhead, btw. Not Gart Station. ))
Fuegan:
oh
Fuegan:
bah
DeathsHands5:
*To a Drillhead
DeathsHands5:
fix'd :3
Voice in the Sky:
Drillhead is actually the name of the driller
Voice in the Sky:
Because I'm creative
DeathsHands5:
**To Drillhead
Fuegan:
-10 DMing points.
Fuegan:
lol
Voice in the Sky:
"What? Did Jeyus find it? Oh, Emperor... we'll need to get there as fast as we can!" He abruptly runs over to another overseer, leaving the two alone for a moment.
Fuegan:
Oh great.
DeathsHands5:
"His urgency is concerning. Very."
Voice in the Sky:
Eventually he returns, with an urgent pace. "I'll have a crew and vehicle prepared in twenty four hours. Will you join us? If Jeyus trusts you, we want you with us on this."
Fuegan:
Nau we effed cuz we waited a week
DeathsHands5:
lol
DeathsHands5:
I look up and notice an Imperial Battlefleet in orbit.
DeathsHands5:
Scrutiny to see the virus bombs
Fuegan:
"Yes, we'll join you."
Voice in the Sky:
Autopass.
DeathsHands5:
OSHI--
Voice in the Sky:
"Thank the Emperor! Be in Bay 3 tomorrow as early as possible. I'll have a man at the gate, the password will be "Kaden". "
Fuegan:
"Alright, see you tommorrow. May the Emperor protect."
DeathsHands5:
I nod.
Fuegan:
We leave
DeathsHands5:
Timeskip?
Voice in the Sky:
The two are now left with twenty four hours to do whatever (if anything)
Fuegan:
no
Fuegan:
Go back to the clerk at Engineering
Fuegan:
Ask where Bay 3 is
DeathsHands5:
(makes me wish we didn't have an agenda)
Voice in the Sky:
You receive more directions to the Bay 3 area, which you in fact passed on the way to Bay 7.
Fuegan:
"Thank you."
Fuegan:
Now we head to Jeyus's house
Fuegan:
hab*
DeathsHands5:
As we head to Jayus' hab, I say "It would seem that the clerk is the cogitator personified."
Voice in the Sky:
Jeyus's hab is still there and vacant.
Fuegan:
We go in and rest so I can finish healing.
DeathsHands5:
11 wounds!
Voice in the Sky:
The beds are uncomfortable, but servicable.
Fuegan:
11?
Fuegan:
you mean 12
Voice in the Sky:
The day passes away as Nihilius rests, and eventually night falls.
Fuegan:
ima rest till the morning so...
Voice in the Sky:
And so we spend another restless night.
DeathsHands5:
Together.
DeathsHands5:
Alone.
Voice in the Sky:
3
Fuegan:
In the same bed.
DeathsHands5:
:3
Voice in the Sky:
The details of which will be left to Death's fanfiction
DeathsHands5:
lol
Voice in the Sky:
Meanwhile, the alarm once again awakes you at an ungodly early hour.
Fuegan:
Wooo
Voice in the Sky:
Actually
Fuegan:
I get up, fully rested and feeling amazing, I get myself ready to go.
Voice in the Sky:
Ima call break at this interval, since I need to make me some dinner.
DeathsHands5:
"Reminds me of the Forge World."
DeathsHands5:
Mmmkay, fair enough
DeathsHands5:
I need some juice
Voice in the Sky:
Weren't you Imperial world?
Fuegan:
Break or wait till next session?
DeathsHands5:
Yeah
DeathsHands5:
but I went to a FW for initiation/training
Voice in the Sky:
Just food break
Voice in the Sky:
Voice in the sky gets hungreh
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d100 => 39
DeathsHands5:
Whew
DeathsHands5:
almost choked
DeathsHands5:
Oh, and on the subject of near-implied smexual relations
DeathsHands5:
SOB don't have to abstain
DeathsHands5:
so.... yeah.
Fuegan:
Really?
Fuegan:
You sure?
DeathsHands5:
Yeah.
Fuegan:
Well that'll be my goal
Fuegan:
to find the manliest SoB and get with her then steal her power armor.
Fuegan:
I'll use the breast cups as pockets.
DeathsHands5:
They don't have to abstain from sex or other vices.
Fuegan:
I can fit a bread bun in each.
DeathsHands5:
lol
Fuegan:
I can have two bread buns I'll never drop and that will be enviormentally sealed so I can be in harardous and poisonous enviorments and still snack.
DeathsHands5:
lol
DeathsHands5:
Void Suit Snackers
Fuegan:
That should be an upgrade
Fuegan:
to any armor
Fuegan:
snack compatments
DeathsHands5:
Since I got that rebreather and all them nice mouth toobs
DeathsHands5:
I want one that pumps me full of pudding.
Voice in the Sky:
Mmm wafflessss
Fuegan:
back
Fuegan:
lol pudding
Fuegan:
These pudding cups are so good
Fuegan:
Did someone say pudding?!
Fuegan:
Its time for ap udding party!
DeathsHands5:
PUDDING!
Fuegan:
www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/441926
Fuegan:
So we continuing?
Fuegan:
Before RPG tools kicks us
DeathsHands5:
lol
Voice in the Sky:
Now now
Voice in the Sky:
Almost done with my waffles.
Fuegan:
Well my character is gonna finish that half loaf
DeathsHands5:
Eating me some patties
DeathsHands5:
Tad spicy.
Fuegan:
Well I took a great dump
Fuegan:
Read up on some old school CSMs
Fuegan:
So yeah
Fuegan:
I'm rdy 2 go
Voice in the Sky:
Allllright
Voice in the Sky:
Where were we
DeathsHands5:
24 hours
Voice in the Sky:
The mighty daemon prince lifts his unworldly axe above his head, cursing all mortal life to a painful end...
DeathsHands5:
but really, nothing pressing to dew
Voice in the Sky:
Oh, not there yet.
DeathsHands5:
so timeskip
Fuegan:
We woke up
Fuegan:
by an annoying thingy
Fuegan:
so now we gotta go
Fuegan:
and I got ready
DeathsHands5:
We head to Bay 3/
Voice in the Sky:
To bay 3!
Fuegan:
Now I'm eatting the other half of the bread loaf
Fuegan:
for breakfast
Fuegan:
noms
Voice in the Sky:
With haste, they hurry to Bay 3, bread buns in hand.
Voice in the Sky:
They arrive at the door to the bay, where Lars had posted a guard. He asks for the password.
DeathsHands5:
"Kaden."
Fuegan:
Nihilius is great.
Fuegan:
aww
DeathsHands5:
brb
Voice in the Sky:
They are permitted into the bay, which has been cleared of objects sans for Lars, an assembled crew, and a requisitioned tracked vehicle.
Fuegan:
lmao
Fuegan:
This is the best
Voice in the Sky:
?
Fuegan:
sry
DeathsHands5:
(still away; feeding teh snakes)
Fuegan:
www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/533395
Voice in the Sky:
What in the fucks.
DeathsHands5:
Eat the damn mouse already....
DeathsHands5:
kback
DeathsHands5:
Girlchan in Paradise is epic btw
Voice in the Sky:
Tjat
Voice in the Sky:
That's, wow, okay.
Fuegan:
k
DeathsHands5:
THEY'RE HOOOOOTDOOOOOGS!!!
Voice in the Sky:
Goodbye, sanity. I loved thee so
Voice in the Sky:
In any case
Voice in the Sky:
You have arrived in Bay 3, where Lars and company are assembled before a large, tracked, transport vehicle of some variety.
DeathsHands5:
We approach the group.
DeathsHands5:
"This would be our transport?"
Fuegan:
wowy zoawy wowzy
Voice in the Sky:
"Aye. The best I could get without making a mess of the mining shifts... it'll have to do. Let's load it up, lads!" He begins directing the crewmen to load supplies and other equipment into the storage compartments.
DeathsHands5:
"Will we have the resources to recover and return Drillhead?"
Voice in the Sky:
"Considerin' it's still in one piece, we should be able to coax it back here... I only hope this is all unrelated to the traitors."
Voice in the Sky:
He beckons you over to where he has a large exo-suit of local design displayed.
Voice in the Sky:
Well, enviro-suit. Something to that effect.
DeathsHands5:
Gundam.
DeathsHands5:
"Hmmm... some sort of enviromental lifter unit?"
Voice in the Sky:
He introduces the piece of equipment, "This here is our Dustwalker armor suit. The air might be toxic out there, but more than that, it rips and tears on whatever yer wearin', and then it'll get to work on you. This'll keep you safe once we find her, and need to move onto her."
Voice in the Sky:
Game terms; environmentally sealed, rebreather, lamp pack, reduces Agility by 10, plus a lamp pack in the helm.
Fuegan:
ok, I'm fully commited now
DeathsHands5:
heh
DeathsHands5:
"Yes, yes, this will serve us quite well. "
Voice in the Sky:
Oh, and weighs 15 kg
Voice in the Sky:
So make sure you're not over your carry cap when you get into these things with all your armor n' shet
Fuegan:
15?!
Fuegan:
no wai
DeathsHands5:
yawai
Voice in the Sky:
In any case
Voice in the Sky:
Lars and friends load up in the transport.
DeathsHands5:
We load up.
Voice in the Sky:
It's fairly cramped inside. You all sit in a passenger bay with an assortment of miners, armed with improvised weapons for the most part.
Voice in the Sky:
From inside, you can hear the massive bay door opening, and then the howl of ungodly winds from outside.
Voice in the Sky:
The transport rumbles out, and through tiny windows along the sides, you can see the massive sandstorms that envelop the planet around the clock.
Voice in the Sky:
Some hours pass in boredom as the transport rumbles through the rough terrain. The fidgety miners sit in relative silence.
Voice in the Sky:
Eventually, one speaks up to Nihilius. "What do you think we'll find there, sir?"
Fuegan:
"Well, Drillhead of course."
Fuegan:
lol
DeathsHands5:
"And whatever took it," I add.
Fuegan:
"Jeyus hinted that there may be cultists around the area, I am unsure because the information we were given was scrambled, so be prepared for anything."
Fuegan:
"If the bullets start flying, listen to my orders and we may get through the day, all of us."
Voice in the Sky:
He looks rather uninspired, and clutches his wrench nervously as the journey continues.
Fuegan:
Wait, so they only have wrenches?
Fuegan:
no guns?
Voice in the Sky:
What do you think improvised weapons implied?
Fuegan:
ok
DeathsHands5:
It's a stub that shoots wrenches
DeathsHands5:
Or vice versa.
Fuegan:
I reach into my backpack and pull out my stub revolver, "Do you know how to use one of these?"
Voice in the Sky:
Wait, one of them have a crossbow that fires car batteries
DeathsHands5:
So he's holding a gun or a round for it
DeathsHands5:
Voice in the Sky:
"I... I guess. Just pull the trigger, right?"
Fuegan:
"Yes but you'll want to aim down the sights like so, then stand like this..." I show the miner the basics of aiming ans shooting.
Fuegan:
and*
Voice in the Sky:
"Well thanks, sir! Maybe I'll make a difference, if it comes down to it." You still don't believe he has a good chance of hitting anything.
DeathsHands5:
I sigh.
Fuegan:
I load the revolver and take three spare bullets and hand it to him while turning on the safety. "Then you're ready to shoot, just push this in with your thumb and you'll be all set."
Fuegan:
Can I take a fellowship test?
Fuegan:
See if I can teach him better
Fuegan:
:-p
Voice in the Sky:
+0.25 BS on a single miner kgo
Fuegan:
do degrees of failure matter?
DeathsHands5:
Nah
Voice in the Sky:
He might shoot himself in the foot.
DeathsHands5:
He just won't get it
Fuegan:
^
Voice in the Sky:
Or the face, depending on his aim.
DeathsHands5:
lol
Fuegan:
We're not shooting in a transport...
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 69
Fuegan:
sexy numba
DeathsHands5:
Dude
DeathsHands5:
we're the sexiest rollers ever
Fuegan:
^
Voice in the Sky:
He dun get it, but he's suddenly got a boner.
Fuegan:
lol
DeathsHands5:
that's like the 10th 69 we've rolled
Voice in the Sky:
He thanks you anyway, taking the gun in hand and examining it carefully for the trip.
Fuegan:
Now all the other miners are jealous
Fuegan:
lol
DeathsHands5:
I toy with my robes.
Voice in the Sky:
Eventually you hear Lars over the intercom; "Drillhead in sight! 15 minutes! Get to the back and get suited up."
DeathsHands5:
I also gel up my spines and sharpen my beak.
Fuegan:
...
Fuegan:
wrong character fewl
DeathsHands5:
Dammit, MR. T....
DeathsHands5:
*Mr.
Fuegan:
oh gawd I'm black too
DeathsHands5:
We get in the back and get suited up
Fuegan:
epic
Voice in the Sky:
There's a sudden scramble as all the miners attempt to move towards the rear compartment.
Fuegan:
I get suited up too
Fuegan:
following Vectus
Voice in the Sky:
After some minutes, the vehicle has halted. Lars enters the room where several miners and the two acolytes are preparing to board.
Voice in the Sky:
"Alright, men. I'll be coordinating your efforts from here."
Voice in the Sky:
"Once you're inside, take yer time and watch your back... we don't know what happened out here, and they aren't answering over the vox."
Fuegan:
How many miners are there anyway?
* Warcaster rolls: 2d6 => 9
Voice in the Sky:
9.
Fuegan:
k
Voice in the Sky:
After the lengthy preparation, you're now ready to go.
Fuegan:
lets do et boi
Voice in the Sky:
Lars addresses you once more, "The only way we can see in is through the ladder on the rear deck. Everythin' else looks locked up. You'll have to break in a window, but it's the easiest way in."
Voice in the Sky:
You're then moved into the loading deck, the door sealed behind you.
Fuegan:
"Alright, lets go, I'll lead."
Voice in the Sky:
The ramp screeches down, and heavy winds blow in, along with metric shittons of sand.
Voice in the Sky:
The miners push ahead with practiced ease into the storm.
Voice in the Sky:
Awareness checks kgo
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d100 => 34
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 13
Fuegan:
omg
Fuegan:
lol
Fuegan:
I don't even have it skilled
Fuegan:
But I passed
DeathsHands5:
Don't got it trained
DeathsHands5:
worse part
DeathsHands5:
me PEr is 34.
DeathsHands5:
*Per
Fuegan:
That sucks
Voice in the Sky:
Nihilius catches sight of the ladder leading up to the rear deck. The massive mining vehicle that is the Drillhead looms over you, the wheels larger than the vehicle you used to get here.
Fuegan:
K, Ima approach it with caution
Voice in the Sky:
Yeh, watch that ladder. It'll getcha
DeathsHands5:
lol
DeathsHands5:
Mash X to get up the ladder faster btw
Voice in the Sky:
You come up to the ladder, which appears to be made of quite a sturdy material, given that it's survived the sandstorms.
Fuegan:
I'll climb the ladder
DeathsHands5:
I'm following suit, naturally.
Voice in the Sky:
You begin to climb the ladder in your bulky armor. It's quite a long way up.
DeathsHands5:
These are mounted with vox casters, right?
Voice in the Sky:
The little short range ones, myes
DeathsHands5:
Mmmkay
DeathsHands5:
just makin' sure.
Voice in the Sky:
As you're about half-way there, you're suddenly assailed by a heavy gust of wind
Voice in the Sky:
Thus is demanded
Fuegan:
Ok, I'll fasten my grip
Voice in the Sky:
A +20 Agility check to hold on
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 69
Fuegan:
wtf
Voice in the Sky:
This game is gettin' sexy.
Fuegan:
My boner holds me in place
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d100 => 13
Fuegan:
I needed 45 I assume
DeathsHands5:
Any sort of test to catch fueg's fall?
Fuegan:
-10 for bulky armor?
DeathsHands5:
*test I can make
Voice in the Sky:
Nihilius falls down the ladder a ways as he struggles to keep hold. The miner below him is not so lucky, however. He loses his grasp and falls beyond your vision, lost in the sandy winds.
Fuegan:
Wouldn't it be a strength test?
Fuegan:
just sayin
Fuegan:
not that my S is any better
DeathsHands5:
Well, it's a matter of keeping balance over actual grip
Voice in the Sky:
Agility based on needing to react quickly to something you didn't expect.
Fuegan:
:-p
Fuegan:
ok
Voice in the Sky:
Strength-wise it's not hard to hold on, but you weren't expecting it
DeathsHands5:
Unless you punch the wind.
Fuegan:
If I was a space marine, maybe
Fuegan:
That's what I'd do
Voice in the Sky:
In any case, the party, minus one unfortanute miner, makes their way up the ladder again.
Fuegan:
k
Fuegan:
Was that the miner I gave the gun to?
Fuegan:
out of curiousity
Fuegan:
:-p
DeathsHands5:
Dude
DeathsHands5:
rule of roleplaying
Voice in the Sky:
Hmmm
Voice in the Sky:
Roll of 1, it was.
DeathsHands5:
don't give the GM options!
* Warcaster rolls: 1d10 => 4
Fuegan:
woo
Voice in the Sky:
Maybe next time, maybe next time.
Fuegan:
nau we up the top?
Voice in the Sky:
Anywai
Voice in the Sky:
put yer tokens thar on the platformz
Voice in the Sky:
u can do eet deff, u can do eet
Voice in the Sky:
The assembled party is now on the awfully crowded platform.
Voice in the Sky:
Before them is a sand-stained window, evidently of some great thickness.
Fuegan:
I approach the window
Voice in the Sky:
The window glares menacingly.
Fuegan:
Ima club it
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 46
Fuegan:
thar its busted
Fuegan:
lol
DeathsHands5:
...
DeathsHands5:
you don't have to roll that.
Fuegan:
lol
Fuegan:
I know
Voice in the Sky:
It's a sneaky window
* Fuegan rolls: d10 => 7
Fuegan:
10 damage I think
DeathsHands5:
Imma punch it with my power fist
Voice in the Sky:
Your attack bears a dent in the surface, but certainly no entry point yet.
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d100 => 98
Voice in the Sky:
XD
DeathsHands5:
The fist jams.
Voice in the Sky:
You hear Lars over the vox. "How's it going up there?"
Fuegan:
"gewd, gewd. Cept we can't break the window."
Fuegan:
Ima go all out on this window
* Fuegan rolls: d10+3 => 8 + 3 = 11
DeathsHands5:
"Reinforced; do you have las-cutters?"
Voice in the Sky:
"No. Hm... Look around for a datapad. There should be some kind of remote access to get it open."
Fuegan:
inquiry?
Fuegan:
lolol
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 38
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d100 => 90
Voice in the Sky:
Surely enough, with some searching, you come across a small datapad, concealed in a protective shell. (And no that's not from Inquiry, that's from using your eyes)
Fuegan:
Did you want us to roll awarness?
DeathsHands5:
L3
DeathsHands5:
*:3
Fuegan:
I know its not inquiry...
Fuegan:
Its just my best skill
DeathsHands5:
(we really don't need to roll if there's no pressing matter; we have plenty of time to look)
Voice in the Sky:
Unless the wind attacks again.
Voice in the Sky:
It's a looooong fall.
Fuegan:
Vectus, you shame us in front of the emperor.
Fuegan:
Everything is a pressing matter
DeathsHands5:
Omnissiah.
Fuegan:
The Omnissiah is a lazy god who eats dorritos all day
Voice in the Sky:
Sounds like my kinda god
DeathsHands5:
^
Fuegan:
He also listens to Lady Gaga
Fuegan:
:-O
Voice in the Sky:
In any case, you've come across the dataport. One the miners asks over the vox, "Can you work it, Tech-priest?"
Voice in the Sky:
No, only Eldar gods listen to Lady Gaga.
Fuegan:
Lies
Fuegan:
Slannesh listens to Lday Gaga
Fuegan:
go tech priest
Voice in the Sky:
Slaanesh IS Lady Gaga.
Fuegan:
work dat data-pad
DeathsHands5:
"Yes, I can fix it."
Fuegan:
Put your back into it
DeathsHands5:
....
Fuegan:
pop lock and drop it
DeathsHands5:
I'll keep the codpiece on.
Fuegan:
lol
DeathsHands5:
And... yes, Tech-Use?
Voice in the Sky:
The device seems quite worn and archaic, but seems simple.
Voice in the Sky:
Tech-Use!
Voice in the Sky:
Of
Voice in the Sky:
+10.
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d100 => 46
DeathsHands5:
Pss'd
DeathsHands5:
*Pass'd
Voice in the Sky:
After some fiddling and arcane chanting, you manage to activate the correct sequence. The window begins to fall.
Voice in the Sky:
Through the dim light and oncoming sand, you step into the room.
Voice in the Sky:
It appears to mostly be a viewing deck, filled with large, silent equipment, mostly cogitators.
Voice in the Sky:
The miners tenderly step inside, looking all around.
Voice in the Sky:
Aside from the sand spilling side, you hear and see nothing new.
DeathsHands5:
(( We're not getting LOS from the Miners, right? ))
Fuegan:
I go to
Voice in the Sky:
(( Shouldn't be ))
Voice in the Sky:
There is another dataport on this side, similar to the other
Voice in the Sky:
After a speedy examination of the area... you've determined that there's nothing in here.
Voice in the Sky:
Oi
Voice in the Sky:
Sit still, dayumit.
DeathsHands5:
I sit still, dammit.
DeathsHands5:
....
Voice in the Sky:
You can see hallways that lead further into the Drillhead.
Voice in the Sky:
-_-
Fuegan:
xD
Voice in the Sky:
You're all banned from the internet.
DeathsHands5:
For all intents and purposes, why the hell not.
Fuegan:
I died
DeathsHands5:
...
Fuegan:
Where am I?
Voice in the Sky:
Being the brilliant spazz you are
Voice in the Sky:
You threw yourself into a fog of war
Fuegan:
lol
DeathsHands5:
ur welcome
DeathsHands5:
brb (one sec)
Fuegan:
ima go spit a loogi
Fuegan:
brb
DeathsHands5:
damn doggehs....
DeathsHands5:
back
Fuegan:
back
Fuegan:
so inititive?
Voice in the Sky:
Now then
Voice in the Sky:
Since you've expediated yourself into danger so quickly and absentmindedly
Fuegan:
It wasn't me...
Fuegan:
That was all death
Voice in the Sky:
Rite
Fuegan:
It tells you how moves what...
Fuegan:
Who*
Voice in the Sky:
Rite
Fuegan:
see
Voice in the Sky:
"Fuegan"
Voice in the Sky:
Thus
Voice in the Sky:
It doesn't really matter, you can of blindly walked into this guy. So basically, he wins intiative.
Fuegan:
ok
Voice in the Sky:
Rest of you lot roll though
Voice in the Sky:
Miners
* Warcaster rolls: 1d10 => 8
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d10 => 4
* Fuegan rolls: d10 => 7
Fuegan:
so
Voice in the Sky:
Now then
Voice in the Sky:
The cultist, choking on the toxic air leaking in, fires a burst from his stub at a miner.
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 55
Voice in the Sky:
Scoring a hit.
* Warcaster rolls: 1d10 => 8
DeathsHands5:
-.-
Fuegan:
damn BS35
Fuegan:
They better than vectus
Fuegan:
lol
Voice in the Sky:
Its point blank.
Fuegan:
oh
DeathsHands5:
and we're in big enviro suits
Fuegan:
rite
Voice in the Sky:
Miners!
Voice in the Sky:
PANICK
Voice in the Sky:
The wounded miner stumbles behind a wall for cover
Voice in the Sky:
Another charges in, wielding a wrench.
Voice in the Sky:
The rest mill about in confusion over the sudden encounter and gunfire
Voice in the Sky:
FUUUUegan.
Fuegan:
ima charge the cultist with my club
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 53
Fuegan:
needed 57
Fuegan:
so pass
Voice in the Sky:
WS47?
Fuegan:
37
Fuegan:
+10 for charge, +10 for outnumbered
Voice in the Sky:
The boxes are on his side.
* Fuegan rolls: d10+3 => 6 + 3 = 9
Voice in the Sky:
mah shpleeen
DeathsHands5:
Splat?
Voice in the Sky:
nu
Voice in the Sky:
But
Voice in the Sky:
Deff
Fuegan:
prolly 4 wounds left
Fuegan:
Charge deff
Fuegan:
do et
DeathsHands5:
staff of powah
Voice in the Sky:
Yes, charge through people in bulky armor, like Fuegan did
DeathsHands5:
Although I can't charge, no quick draw and whatnot
Fuegan:
do meddicae on that miner then
Fuegan:
oh
Fuegan:
nvm
DeathsHands5:
Wouldn't a shot breach the suit?
Fuegan:
Just stick a purity seal on it
Fuegan:
good as new
Voice in the Sky:
Ayep, though it would have to hit a specific area (IE, the head) to disrupt the rebreather
Voice in the Sky:
Or shot in the back, would hit the air tank
DeathsHands5:
Oh, k.
Fuegan:
Smack em in da face
Fuegan:
2 day?
Voice in the Sky:
I dun think he can
Voice in the Sky:
... CAN HE?
Voice in the Sky:
Fuegan:
ok go cultist
Voice in the Sky:
Maybe he will.
Voice in the Sky:
Maybe he will stab that miner guy, with his knife thing
Voice in the Sky:
All-out like
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 56
Voice in the Sky:
and miss, but like, hey. bro.
Fuegan:
go miner, keel em
Voice in the Sky:
Then tha minahz go
Voice in the Sky:
Apply wrench to face!
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 5
Voice in the Sky:
Fuegan:
haha
* Warcaster rolls: 1d10 => 10
Fuegan:
oh god
DeathsHands5:
O.O
Voice in the Sky:
Ho jesus.
DeathsHands5:
Dayumn
Fuegan:
These miners worked in holy terra
Fuegan:
Work*
Voice in the Sky:
8 damage to da gut
Fuegan:
"Go apply meddicae to that miner, death.
Fuegan:
Vectus."*
Voice in the Sky:
You hear shouting in the distance.
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d100 => 73
Fuegan:
....
DeathsHands5:
gl with that gunshot wound/
Fuegan:
Did... you pass?
Fuegan:
lol
Voice in the Sky:
"I dun think... I dun think I'll make it, doc."
Voice in the Sky:
He stumbles onto a crate for support.
Fuegan:
You need 70, right?
DeathsHands5:
Sorry, but
DeathsHands5:
I laughed when i read that
DeathsHands5:
anyways
Fuegan:
I think I've seen you roll a 73 like 8 times
DeathsHands5:
yeah, I failed it
Voice in the Sky:
Suddenly!
DeathsHands5:
I appear slightly frustrated.
Voice in the Sky:
Cultists appear from around the bend
Voice in the Sky:
You have clearly alerted others onboard
Voice in the Sky:
One opens fire with an autopistol shot at Vectus.
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 68
Voice in the Sky:
Flies wide
Voice in the Sky:
Another fires a stub revolver at a miner
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 47
Voice in the Sky:
These guiz are good shots
Fuegan:
sweet, autopistol
Fuegan:
ima grab dat shet
Voice in the Sky:
it is nao
Voice in the Sky:
tha minahz turns
DeathsHands5:
And yet we'll never need to loot in RT
Voice in the Sky:
The one Nihilius lent a weapon too jumps out and fires wildly at the autopistol armed cultist
DeathsHands5:
such a jump.
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 57
Voice in the Sky:
Missing, of all things.
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 45
Voice in the Sky:
The rest of the miners try to move out of the way, frightened by this sudden violence.
Voice in the Sky:
then
Voice in the Sky:
FUegan.
Fuegan:
yesh
Fuegan:
I can do that, rite?
Voice in the Sky:
Er, no. You can't move through people.
Fuegan:
as a half
Fuegan:
fire at autopistol gui
Fuegan:
with shootie
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 54
Fuegan:
I failed by 1...
Fuegan:
BS43
Voice in the Sky:
This gui is pro
Voice in the Sky:
Nihilius having failed, it is up to Vectus to save tha day.
DeathsHands5:
Uh huh
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d100 => 83
DeathsHands5:
Damn.
DeathsHands5:
We have some massive character inverses
Voice in the Sky:
Can't wait til we move up to real enemies
Voice in the Sky:
Tha cultists!
Voice in the Sky:
One madman with a sword moves up to swing at Vectus
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 59
Voice in the Sky:
Swish
DeathsHands5:
Decent Arbite, da bawss. Failed Tech-Priest, badass mercenary. Killer GM, Killed Explorator.
DeathsHands5:
*Killer
Voice in the Sky:
Lulz
Voice in the Sky:
The fellow with a revolver steps forward and returns fire at the Arbites.
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 49
Voice in the Sky:
Hit in tha leg
Fuegan:
:-\
Voice in the Sky:
Wearin' yo armor?
Fuegan:
I don't have leg armor
Voice in the Sky:
Oh
Voice in the Sky:
I tell ya mang, gotta cover up those kneecaps
* Warcaster rolls: 1d10 => 3
Voice in the Sky:
A mere 2 damage
Fuegan:
3+?
Voice in the Sky:
3+3 = 6-4 = 2 dmg
Fuegan:
k
Voice in the Sky:
That was bad math, but yeah
Voice in the Sky:
The autopistol fellow draws a knife, and goes for the shank.
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 10
Fuegan:
lol
Voice in the Sky:
Shank (in the face)
DeathsHands5:
-.-
Voice in the Sky:
Happen to have a helmet?
DeathsHands5:
nop
DeathsHands5:
TB 3
* Warcaster rolls: 1d5 => 1
Voice in the Sky:
He stabs you in tha face, shattering your rebreather
Fuegan:
lol
DeathsHands5:
....
DeathsHands5:
would that be srs?
Voice in the Sky:
You're now suckin' in some toxic air, but I'll tell you when to test for that. Not a problem right away
Voice in the Sky:
Besides, you've got some implant to help with that
DeathsHands5:
...
DeathsHands5:
yeah
DeathsHands5:
the god damn rebreather.
Fuegan:
You have a gas mask in your backpack
DeathsHands5:
(the implant rebreather, not the suit one)
Fuegan:
3 actually
DeathsHands5:
The suit rebreather got pwned
DeathsHands5:
but I still got my rebreather implant
DeathsHands5:
and the mask, yeah
Voice in the Sky:
The point is
Voice in the Sky:
1 damage!
Voice in the Sky:
and
Voice in the Sky:
Minahz.
Voice in the Sky:
nowait
Voice in the Sky:
Cultists went
Voice in the Sky:
then
Voice in the Sky:
Yeah, Minahz.
Fuegan:
Zzz
Voice in the Sky:
no u
Voice in the Sky:
Lil Jimmy with the revolver aims and firez
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 94
Fuegan:
lolol
Voice in the Sky:
You taught him well.
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 57
Fuegan:
I blessed that revolver with a fate point
Voice in the Sky:
Everyone else is still skurred
Voice in the Sky:
FUegan.
Fuegan:
my turn?
Fuegan:
k
Fuegan:
aim and fire at cultist
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 71
Fuegan:
1 degree
Voice in the Sky:
One heet
Fuegan:
so just 1 hit
Voice in the Sky:
Dodge!
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 87
Voice in the Sky:
Nope
DeathsHands5:
Does Rogue Trader just make us roll better?
* Fuegan rolls: d10+4 => 10 + 4 = 14
Voice in the Sky:
I think it does.
Fuegan:
That's rightous fury
DeathsHands5:
Every RT related roll we've made was generally badass
Fuegan:
so... another hit roll?
DeathsHands5:
Yah
Voice in the Sky:
He's dead.
Fuegan:
so
Voice in the Sky:
D-e-a-d
Fuegan:
I can fire at something else
DeathsHands5:
Mah turn
DeathsHands5:
Hmmm... I think so, yeah.
DeathsHands5:
Just don't hit me
Fuegan:
risky but, ima fire at sword cultist
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 51
Voice in the Sky:
What
Fuegan:
?
Voice in the Sky:
No, you can't do it like that
Voice in the Sky:
It adds to your damage total for the first attack
Fuegan:
Says I make another attack roll
Voice in the Sky:
Which, if successful, adds to the damage of your attack
Voice in the Sky:
So its not literally another attack
Fuegan:
pft
Fuegan:
gay
Fuegan:
Doesn't say that specificly... but w/e
Fuegan:
go
DeathsHands5:
Mah turn
DeathsHands5:
all out
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d100 => 37
DeathsHands5:
Phew
Voice in the Sky:
Sword bro or autopistol bro?
DeathsHands5:
Sword bro
Voice in the Sky:
parry!
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 33
Voice in the Sky:
nu
Voice in the Sky:
Proceed.
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d10 => 2
Fuegan:
....
DeathsHands5:
Wow, that was turrible
Voice in the Sky:
You have dealt
Voice in the Sky:
2 damage.
Voice in the Sky:
and it is now
Voice in the Sky:
thar turn.
Voice in the Sky:
gogo sword!
Voice in the Sky:
normal-likes
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 49
Voice in the Sky:
fails
Voice in the Sky:
knife bro go
Voice in the Sky:
all outs likes
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 75
Voice in the Sky:
failz
Voice in the Sky:
minerzz
Voice in the Sky:
He works up tha courage to chaaaarge
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 30
Voice in the Sky:
smackindaface
* Warcaster rolls: 1d10 => 2
Voice in the Sky:
For nadda damage.
Voice in the Sky:
FUegan
Fuegan:
switching to club, charging pistol dewd
Voice in the Sky:
Fuegan:
What?
Fuegan:
no u can't do dat
DeathsHands5:
(need 4 metres to charge
Voice in the Sky:
I really need to look up two things
DeathsHands5:
so you can only charge sword bro)
Voice in the Sky:
Areas of control and charging in straight lines, which if neither exist, I begin to doubt this game, but since I've seen neither
Fuegan:
charge is like 9 metters
DeathsHands5:
Yes
DeathsHands5:
but the last 4 need to be in a straight line
Fuegan:
ur rite
DeathsHands5:
KEEL SWORD BRO
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 74
Voice in the Sky:
Oh there is free attacks in this game
Fuegan:
nope, I needed the reverse of that
Voice in the Sky:
So running around someone like that would be all free attack-like
Voice in the Sky:
Then Vectus must attempt to end these cultists, once and fer all.
Voice in the Sky:
Alternatively, he may take a nap.
Fuegan:
,,,,,
Fuegan:
death, make ur attack
Voice in the Sky:
So eh
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d100 => 9
* DeathsHands5 rolls: d10 => 4
Voice in the Sky:
You hear the Nid dex FAQ was out?
Voice in the Sky:
Sword bro?
Fuegan:
I bet a lot of ppl were disappointed
DeathsHands5:
Yep
DeathsHands5:
sword bro
Warcaster:
parryyyy
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 18
Fuegan:
he did it
Warcaster:
Thoust blunt staff has been turned aside
Fuegan:
cultists
Warcaster:
Sword bro turns his attention to Nihilius, unleashing a devastating attack.
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 61
Warcaster:
No wait, he missed.
DeathsHands5:
Devestating to the air.
Warcaster:
Knife bro goes for a shank on the miner there
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 35
Warcaster:
shankz
* Warcaster rolls: 1d5 => 5
DeathsHands5:
o.o
Warcaster:
the miner prepares his retort.
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 85
Warcaster:
Failing
Warcaster:
FUegan.
Fuegan:
all out
* Fuegan rolls: d100 => 19
Warcaster:
* Warcaster rolls: 1d100 => 80
* Fuegan rolls: d10+3 => 3 + 3 =