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[Apocalypse World] The Fleet
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The rest of the sec-team follow suit, but just because the fighting's over doesn't make Runt any less agitated. "Creez, now they're just gonna off her in some backroom. Do something Garber!" He's whining, sure, but the look the rest of Acid's crew is giving you, they look like they believe it too. The fruit-van is still anchored, but those hatched are locked tight. There's always the bait-hooks though... What do you do?
Your vision's a little spotty now, but you can see you're being dragged to the fore of the quarry-mega, Acid Burn. York's marching behind barking orders where none're needed, until suddenly Hector rounds a corner babbling about brain freaks and the driver and blood oh god blood. York tells the two guys dragging you to lock you up in the brig, then he leads the rest off to see what's going on in the cockpit.
You're beat up pretty bad and could do with a doc, but they haven't searched you and they're only dragging you by the scruff of the neck. What do you do?
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Tai, you grit your teeth through the pain and swing your big ol' knife at what you thought was the brain-worm. Turns out it was just your arm. Ouch. Combined with the poison in your system, the pain is almost blinding. You hear Squiggs cursing from the doorway "Fuck, down to the bone." before (finally) deciding to help.
"Hang on, savvy, I'll get i-" her sentence finishes just as you get your vision back. You catch the end of the other brainworm's tail as it disappears with a 'fwip' into her ear. She's drooling now, stumbling towards you with arms outstretched. Meanwhile the worm on your arm's still snaking slowly toward your own ear. What do you do?
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It's almost too easy with this guy, Jackson. You get your glove on him and it's like pushing a busted door open (how do you visualise your brain-fuckery by the way?). He keeps heading straight past you and gives the other mask a good drubbing. They're grappling on the hood now, looks like they might take a while. You could probably start taking bets with Frankie, but there's still the two vans on either side. Both have open hatches, but no one seems to be coming out. What do you do?
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@The Everyman You're welcome to save that Indomitable roll for the next time, since it's not triggered now.
@Void Slayer You're at 2 harm so far.
@OminousLozenge - Deal your knife's harm to yourself. Apply armour only if you've got it on your right arm. You're at 1 harm + whatever your knife does
@Boozer I'd say no compound commands since you've just got the one hold.
The pain is blinding! Bright white, and I'm about to pass out. Suddenly, I'm a passenger in my own body. I have this surreal feeling, like watching myself from overhead. This calls for precision. Is the Maelstrom guiding my hand? Well, why the fuck not. I wasn't doing so hot on my own... Knife's just a really big scalpel. Let's just take it slow and easy, hand.
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OOC: Armor, what's that?
+1 XP for rolling Weird.
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for acting under fire (spooky intense)
Geth, roll 2d6+3 for harm
When York turns tail I send a swarm of buckshot behind him, but it's too late. See you later, motherfucker. Now before I can spit, Burn's kid is yapping at me again and the rest of her crew stares at me like I'm s'posed to be running this show.
"Will you fucking shut it?" I give the kid a hard look. "The Fleet still needs her. When Acid Burn goes down she's gonna be warring against more important shit than some jackoff bouncers. Trust, this ain't the day she dies."
I jack my thumb up towards the anchor. "Can you guys unhook all that? Get me to the other security hatch. Or fuck it, the bait-hooks if you gotta. Get me in, and I can make sure she ain't roughed up too bad alright?"
I am a poisoner. I breathe out a red mist that incites lust. My touch leaves a black mark until my will is done. The maelstrom is a web of dreams that unites us all, and I am a spider.
I look around, mind racing. Go through the hatch, cut the spikes, cut out the wood in the van window? No, too dangerous. The side of the van... yes. I turn to Frankie, honey seeping into my voice, and the red mist seeping into Frankie's nostrils.
"Do me a favor Frankie, use the saw and cut us a hole into that passenger side van from the pickup bed. We're getting out of here. Take anything from the truck you want to keep. I'll cover you." I hold my hand out for his shotgun.
"Fuck out of here, why me?"
"Look at me, I'm not strong like you Frankie. Besides, I'm busy keeping those two fighting on the hood. Trust me, I'll be very grateful later."
"Hmph. This better be some mind blowing shit Jackson. None of your quickie mindfuck bullshit. It better be goddamn triplets that all look like Plum fighting over me for hours, so help me."
"You have my word." I smile.
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OOC:
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for Unnatural Seduction on Frankie
+1XP (4XP total)
Man these harm rolls are brutal, jesus.
So if I get a 10+ on puppet strings compound commands are ok? Sounds good.
If we reach 5XP can we advance right away?
Edit: Added the promise since I got a 7. Let me know if that's not good enough.
PSN: Boozer_777
I look around as I gain my senses, must think about myself right now and where I am. Maybe these two are as unprofessional as the rest.
OOC
Ask these questions in order for a success: which enemy is most vulnerable to me? where’s my best escape route? what should I be on the lookout for?
Geth, roll 2d6 for read a sitch
The worm seems happy enough to slide into her other ear, while she grabs you and hauls you up by the collar. The knife is in your hand, but there's a sliver of life left in her eyes- what do you do?
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Runt gets to work loosing the anchor with pure enthusiasm. Before long you're on your way, Garber, with Muddy pitching the van toward the mega's rear. Gold sees your apprehension and gives you a wide grin.
"No worries old man, I know a trick for them bait-hooks." She snags one of the chains with the butt of her rifle and clambers onto the roof.
"Now there's two ways we can do this: the fun way or the slow way." She's shouting over the wind, still grinning. "Slow way: we jimmy up this chain and get to the meat room. Fun way: we give this a yank and swing it to a maintenance hatch under the warren. Whaddaya say?" The warrens are a more useful place to be, but what are they?
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Well that all depends on what kind of vulnerability you're talking about, Acid. Dulson has a battlewound in his right leg and from his grunts it seems to be playing up bad today. On the other hand you know that Figg has been gunning hard for York's job lately.
As for escape routes, you're not outrunning anyone in your state (how's that bullet wound looking?) but you could easily lose them in the warrens. Mind you, with most of the sec team distracted you'll need to keep an eye out for any urchins lurking down there.
As luck would have it they're dragging you past the warrens toward the rear brig. Dulson's got you by the scruff while Figg brings up the rear, spit shining his badge. What do you do?
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Frankie, fuelled by the thought of your 'reward', goes to town on the side of the right van. The saw was clearly built for this kind of work so it doesn't take much time for him to cut a mansized hole for you. Peeking inside you see a pretty bare cabin lit by the blue crackles of some weird electrode thing stuck to the steering wheel.
Speaking of steering, you've gained on the quarry mega and are starting to eat it's dust. This doesn't seem to bother the masks brawling on the hood, but you can make out a lone van hovering near the baithooks. The pickup is suspended between the two black vans, which seem to be gaining speed and headed toward the van in front.
"Jackson." Frankie powers down the saw and points to black smoke billowing out of the pickup's hood. "The old boy's fucked. What's the plan?"
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@void slayer take +1 forward acting on each of those answers.
@boozer depends on the advance. Stat changes and stuff you get right away but anything physical like a gang waits for the session end.
@the everyman For reference fun way = act under fire, slow way = act under less fire and Acid can aid you via her crew.
@ominouslozenge That should have been +2 not +3 on your harm roll.
@grog can you clear something up for me? The knife does 2-harm. The extra point was because you said I was at 1+knife harm. I figured it was an additional point from the worm itself. But regardless of its source, I have no armor. How should that roll have been at +2?
@OminousLozenge Sorry, I meant that your total harm was: 1 (from the initial wormbite) + 2 from your knife = 3.
The harm roll itself should have been +2 because you only took 2harm in that instance. The 1 harm you had already suffered was a separate instance.
I eye the sparking steering wheels warily. "Where's Tai when you need him?"
My eyes flicker between the wrestlers, the baithooks, and the van we're closing in on. Are we getting close enough to jump to that van, to the baithooks? Are we coming in so fast that we'll crash into the van? Could I even warn them in time? Whose idea was it to to grab us, why?
"We're getting off of this heap. The question is, how do we do that in one piece?"
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OOC:
Geth roll 2d6+1 for Read a Sitch (assuming it's changed enough for a 2nd read)
Questions:
Where’s my best escape route?
What’s my enemy’s true position?
What should I be on the lookout for?
I would guess that weird moves like Direct-brain Whisper Projection or Frenzy (Hocus) would be possible right away, right?
PSN: Boozer_777
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OOC: Got it, thanks!
+1 xp for rolling weird
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for open to the Maelstrom
Runt glares at you for a few seconds while you think it over. "The snake hatches lock on the inside, I broke the middle one. Get stuck on one of the hooks and no one will save you." He gives what looks like a genuine happy smiles and points to the large, curved, barbed hooks on the line made to rip apart dune snake organs.
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Acid Burn
The wound is through the right shoulder, feels like the bullet is still in there and the bleeding has not yet stopped, drops of blood fall to the deck. I flex my right hand and test the arm with a small motion, pain flairs again. Well the muscles still work for now. Don't want to push it.
I might be able to talk Figg into letting me go, but I do not think he is brave enough to go up against Dulson one on one.
I move all at once, I spring off one leg and grabbing Dulson's good leg in a lunge to topple him down, then kick him in the wounded leg as he falls. I try to grab one of his big knives (or guns or whatever I can get my hands on).
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Do I still have my 9mm on me? Just wondering.
Edit:Ooops... fixed that thanks Boozer, though you could use it more probably!
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for aid Tai with my crew if he goes the slow way
Geth, roll 2d6+1 to seize by force one of Dulson's weapons (and stab/shoot him with it? anything can happen in a struggle)
OOC:
@void slayer I think you meant Garber not Tai
PSN: Boozer_777
@Void Slayer If you were waving your 9mm around, certainly. If not, depends where you keep it- does your work jacket leave alot of room for hidden weapons? They've not given you a thorough search, they're saving that for the brig.
Either way, choose 2 options that should be a 10 (you got +1 forward for that info on the leg) so choose 3 options for Seize by Force and make a +1 harm roll (+0 if you choose suffer little harm). You can choose either a snub-nose revolver or a spiky trench club (both 2 harm).
Not thinking too clearly right now.
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OOC:
I am going to choose to impress my enemy, suffer little harm and take definite hold of the spiky trench club.
Edit: Updated.
@Void Slayer go ahead and choose a weapon, 1 extra option (as noted above) and make a +0 harm roll.
I stare at Gold, then look up at the hooklines. She serious? The warrens are chock full of trash from the higher levels, mountains of junk and shit but maybe some good scrounge if you're lucky. It ain't worth dodging the orphans though, thieves and savages all of them, enough to make the swarmers look fucking jolly.
"We're taking the slow way," I inform her. I'd rather take neither but I'm running outta options here. The kid gives me a good tip even if he is being a smart ass, and I slap him on the back. "Thanks for the heads up. Let's do this thing."
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geth, roll 2d6+2 for going the slow way under (less) fire
OOC: Oh sorry totally missed that harm roll I was leaving in a hurry.
Geth, roll 2d6 for harm roll
"Hoo hoo, here I thought that bit about killing a dozen guys was just guff." The slimeball's actually grinning now. "Hey how about I deputise you? Could call it community service for all this trouble. You could be part of this new sec team I'm starting." He seems genuine but his left hand's wavering over his recolver. What do you do?
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Garber, you and Gold shimmy your way up the chain. Runt was right, the hatch on this one's jammed open, so you pull yourself up into the blood slick room. Suddenly you freeze- there's someone in the room with you.
He's squatting in a corner by the door, eyes closed. He could be asleep, he's not moved an inch. Looks unarmed too. "What's the holdup?" Gold hisses behind you. "If there's a worker up there take him out already!" What are you doing?
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A number of things jump out at you, Jackson. First off you're getting a weird vibe from those electrodes, like vibrations in a spider web. There's definitely someone remote controlling them, could be psychic, could be tech. Either way no one in the swarm could swing this.
Second, from the inside these vans look rigged for grab and release with those spikes of theirs. There's also a bunch of shackles and hoods. Putting two and two together you figure these guys were here for a live body, not a dead one.
Lastly, it seems clear that the easiest way out is taking a van, but whoever's pulling the strings will be looking for them to return. There are some spare hoods that could pass you and Frankie off as one of them though... What do you do?
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Tai, you get that familiar feeling (which is what?) and know-how pours into your skull like rain. Brain worms feed on activity, fighting back only when they detect any dangerous thoughts. Not a lot of ways to calm Squiggs down, but knocking her out might do it.
Then a chill wind blows in the maelstrom and a little know-how spills out. Something simple, inconsequential, but it's gone. What was it? Regardless, what do you do?
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@boozer Moves you can get straight away, yep. Take +1 forward on those answers btw.
@ominouslozenge
@void slayer
@the Everyman
Take him out? Goddamn, girl. There's blood in the water and Burn's crew got the scent. I'm hold up just in front of the hatch, hopefully keeping Gold from climbing in behind for the moment. I got my machete in hand though, in case things heat up.
"Hey, buddy," I call in a low voice, trying to rouse his attention. "Hey. You gotta wake up, man. There's some shit going down."
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OOC/Edit:
@Grog, so what's up with the meat room? What's inside and where does it lead? Do I know this guy? Do I even know what goes on in here? If this needs to be read a sitch I'll roll it. Also, is there someone who's top boss of this mega, who runs it? Do I know who that is? Just curious of mega politics.
Ah, Maelstrom! That familiar tingle down my spine, starting up at the brainstem and trickling down like ice cold water on my spine. Man, that shit took so much getting used to. But now? It's a comfort.
Shit, what was that? Caught up in my little reverie, I fuckin' missed what the Maelstrom tried to show me... something about how that damn worm got here in the first place. Well, hell. One thing at a time. Knock out Squiggs, but shit - don't fuckin' crush her brain. One firm, swift pop with the pommel...
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OOC:
Edit: +1 xp for rolling Weird
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for acting under fire
"Time to make our exit." I walk into the van, stepping over the metal inside that Frankie had carved off.
"Take this, we may end up having to impersonate bag-heads." I hand a hood to Frankie and take one for myself, stuffing it into a pocket in my cloak.
"Leave the saw there." I point behind the passenger seat and hand him back his shotgun.
"If either of the former occupants follow us back in, shoot them." I sit in the drivers seat, careful to not touch the steering wheel.
"Once I disable this device, we can release this van from the others. Then we'll bring it to the Savvyhead's workshop, perhaps he can make sense of the device." Perhaps he can tell me who is using it as well.
"I must invite a Vision to see the way forward. If something goes wrong, strike off the device with the butt of your shotgun and get us to the Savvy or the Angel, whichever we need more." I take a deep breath, and fall back into the maelstrom... How can I take control of this vehicle without being tracked by the device's owner?
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OOC:
Geth, roll 2d6+3 for Open your brain (disable the autopilot and/or sever it's connection it's master)
Which Mega is Tai's workspace in? Barring the a hint from the maelstrom, I'll be heading to his workspace Mega next.
When you get a 10+ on reading a sitch, do you get a +1 for just the next action, or the next three? (assuming each action was related to one answer)
+1XP (5XP total) I'll hold onto my advancement for the moment.
PSN: Boozer_777
@the Everyman gimme a read sitch for all that, so you can get some use out of it.
Re: politics, each mega has a single elected ruler, but they tend to die before their term is up. This means the security teams are a separate institution for the sake of stability.
As for the current power players you can detail a couple of them.
@boozer Tai's workshop is on the quarry mega, which you're behind right now (and gaining).
The +1s apply to your next roll when acting on each of those answers. So yes, potentially for 3 separate rolls.
OOC:
Geth, roll 2d6 for reading a sitch
Where’s my best escape route / way in / way past?
What should I be on the lookout for?
What’s my enemy’s true position?
You know what they say 'the law is stranger then a fish.' Don't know what the hell a fish is.
"Think you can form your own team Figg? You have more balls then I thought." I match his smirk with one of my own.
I pause to try and get him to talk to me a bit more. Put him at ease with a little more banter. "Community service sounds fun, how many do you expect to be able to pull onto your side? I can't imagine York will just roll over."
"I can prob help you with that, we have something to settle between us and I hope no one gets in our way." I wave the trenchant back and forth a tiny bit. "It really could be a messy situation."
"So if you are serious about this let's hear your plan and where I fit in."
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OOC:
Geth, roll 2d6+1 for manipulate Figg
The stench from the meat room wafts up to the cramped security office attached to the brig. He hands you a sec team uniform and badge (what do they look like?), then turns to leave the room.
"I'll give you a little pri-" his words are cut off by the unmistakable thwack of fist meeting face, and he slumps to the ground before the bulkhead swings shut. A couple seconds of silence, then you hear the steady shuffle of a body being dragged. What do you do?
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Your web splays outward, Jackson, reaching into the darkness. The electrode sits before you, sending out subtle vibrations while a thin shaft of light connects it to the pulsing star of the mega's psychic imprint. Picking your way toward it, you see what the device truly is- a brain relay.
Crouched on your eight legs, you feel two vibes coming off it: one obvious, one subtle. The overt one's sending a kind of looped psychic command to the bag men; the subtle one is relaying the van's position as well as directing it on an auto pilot.
If you remove the relay you run the risk of alerting whoever's controlling it, but you can take the van wherever you want. Otherwise, once you release the spikes, it'll take you back to their rendezvous point. Frankie's already trying out one of the bag masks and the bagmen are still tussling on the pickup. What do you do?
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Squigg is no softie, but you bop her on just the right spot to send her sprawling. You guess she'll be out for an hour or so, plenty of time to get her to a medic, so you hop into the driver's seat to straighten her out (what kind of state did Bifflin keep the cockpit in?). Easing the mega into a steady auto, you take your hands off the wheel and breath a sigh of relief.
"On the ground, Tai!" York's bulk fills the doorway, but you can see a handful of sec team trying to point their guns at you as well. You hear a couple swearing at the sight of Bifflin's corpse and Squigg's bloody ears.
"Goddamn weirdo, knew you were after the seat. Only you could get past that mag door." He's advancing now, revolver aimed at your head. "Yer under arrest!" What do you do?
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It's dark in the meat room, Garber, so you didn't notice all the snake bones littering the floor. They're dry as anything and'll make a racket if you don't take your time. If you consider the bald guy crouching in the corner an enemy, he's right there, but you also notice the shadow of a pair of jackboots under the door. Whoever's out here has the stance of someone on guard, ready to spring into action.
That means this bald guy is either an employer or a prisoner, so he's valuable to whoever's out there. You won't be able to take the guard out without waking baldy up, but a hostage situation may be more viable. Gold's silent behind you, but you can sense she's getting antsy hanging on that chain. What do you do?
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@the everyman take +1 forward on those answers.
@boozer removing the relay is acting under fire, else you can release the spikes and let it go where it was intended to go.
@void slayer that'll be 1 barter to make good on your promise.
@ominouslozenge
OOC:
Would I get a +1 to Acting under Fire from my questions?
Edit: Never mind, decided to just release the spikes
PSN: Boozer_777
Sigh. I raise my hands and turn around slowly, leveling a thoroughly irritated glare at York. "You dumb fuck. Look around this sty. This is - well, was - Bifflin's place. Not mine! You've seen my shop, man. I like things tidy. Clean as it gets in here. Anyone knew me an' Bifflin, they knew we were night and day... right down to our passions. You think my idea of heaven is sitting in this sweatbox staring ahead all goddamn day? Screw your head on straight! I need a challenge. What'cha think I'd be doing up here in the seat if I hadda pilot this land-boat all day, every day? I'd be lost in the Maelstrom half the time outta sheer boredom, and I know don't nobody want that!
"But you know what'd be worse if I was stuck in this seat, York? You really wanna know why this accusation of yours is utter bullshit? Just think about all the shit I keep runnin' on this goddamn convoy. You like the mostly-working plumbing, right? Stick me up here all day, you'd be wading through your piss just to go add more shit to your shit. Potable water? Yeah, you're fuckin' welcome. Navs, comms, guns, engines... you want me to go on, or have I penetrated your thick skull yet? You'd be fucked eleven ways to Sunday without a savvy aboard, and I'm your fuckin' savvy. Now I'm gonna give you a sec to realize that no goddamn human coulda done for Bifflin the way he's been done for, another sec to realize Squigg's death will be on your hands if you don't get her to medbay like fuckin' yesterday, and then you can take a third sec to realize how hare-brained arresting me would be, when I clearly just saved all your asses from careening into another mega, or a goddamn mountain, or right off that canyon over there."
I gesture vaguely behind me. There's bound to be a gorge or crevasse or some shit off thattaway. Besides, all that jabber was just in furtherance of buying myself a mo', because jumpin' Jesus, I gotta think.
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OOC:
I finally had a minute to check, and I'm at 7/5 XP as of rolling Sharp this action. I should've taken an advance a couple actions ago. Since it shouldn't impact anything currently going on, can I take Oftener Right?
Geth, roll 2d6+1 for Read a Sitch
What's my enemy's true position?
Where's my best escape route?
What should I be on the lookout for?
OOC: Is Read a Person more appropriate? It's the same roll. If you think that one would make a better fit, the question I'd like to ask is, "How can I get your character to see what's really going on here?"
I poke my head out the hatch and beckon Gold inside. "Listen up," I tell her in a hushed voice. "There's a guy in here but he ain't awake and someone's guarding the room. Gimmie a sec and keep your gun on the door in case they bust in, heard?"
Leaving Burn's girl to it I pick my way across the room careful like, dodging bones and keeping quiet. I get to the guy and give him a once over, checking him for wounds or weapons, then clamp my hand over his mouth and haul him up by a handful of collar.
"Come on, up and at'em," I murmur, giving him a little shake to bring him around. "Ain't gonna hurt you less you make me. Now keep quiet and tell me what the fuck you're doing in here and who's watching the door."
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OOC:
geth, roll 2d6+2 for manipulate
I recoil from the relay as if it were a viper. I had thought the danger was alerting it's master, but with this beautiful device, he might assert his will across the distance, to try to control or harm us. Perhaps with Tai's help, I can take it for my own... no, such machinations must wait.
Even if I could remove the device undetected, what then? The bag-master is too attuned to the maelstrom for my identity to remain a secret for long, and that assumes I wasn't attacked on purpose. Would anyone on the Fleet help me, even if I could convince them of the danger? I have been a fool. I sought safety in isolation, and it has only made me weak.
I pull hood of my cloak back and cover my head, gas-mask and all, in the bag-head mask I've taken.
"The device is too dangerous, we're going to pretend to be part of their gang, at least long enough to get off of this van." I release the spikes with a loud ker-thunk.
"Follow my lead. If we have to do any shooting, hopefully it isn't until we have the head of this crew in our sights."
PSN: Boozer_777
OOC:
@Void Slayer @Grog
PSN: Boozer_777
@Grog, what's the waiting policy here? Maybe we could progress and catch Acid Burn up when they're back?
... And Boozer strikes first!
I curse and quickly wrench open the door to see where Dulson is being dragged to. I can probably make it out of here like this but his connections could make this so much easier.
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OOC: Sorry about the late post, I have been getting little sleep and just not been able to think much, I'll just post something quick next time.
Read a sitch on the whole clobbering and dragging.
Geth, roll 2d6 for read a sitch
While the sec team hustle Squigg's drooling bulk out the door and bag up Bifflin, York finally puts his pistol away. "Okay smart guy, so you've not got the best motive. You're still lead suspect though. You come in with us and help clear your name before judge wants a trial, maybe you'll get to keep your little workshop."
This is the most you've heard York say since you've known him. "Now you comin' in quiet, or do I need the cuffs?" What do you do?
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The guy's alot lighter than you thought, Garber, swaddled in black rags. "Well hello meatspace! That's a nice offer but you've gotta crack this egg before you can make an omelette." He's got one eye open and it's pure white with a thin pink circle for an iris. It practically pops right out at you and, between that shock and his unexpected weight, you're almost toppling backward.
The guard's not moved an inch and you clearly need to make good on your threats, but too much noise could change all that. What do you do?
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Soon as the spikes retract the electrode gives a little buzz, Jackson. The van you're in peels off lazily, leaving the other attached to the pickup. The engine thrums harder and you're caught up to the mega in no time. The swarm seems to have backed off for some reason, except for one van tethered to a baithook.
Do you recognise Muddy's van? You're about ten metres from it when a hatch opens from an overhang on the mega and a baghead drops a rope ladder bang on top of the hood. You estimate it leads up to the corridor by the sec office, since the meat rooms have no windows.
Frankie's ready to go when you spot a scrawny looking kid eying you from the back of the van in front. "Looks like they're expecting someone who's asleep." Frankie holds up a bodybag that was tied to the bottom rung of the ladder. What do you do?
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All you get is a glimpse down the hall, Acid Burn, before you trip over Figg's head and into the bodybag he's being shuffled into. A glimpse is enough to make out two guys in the dim hallway- both are dressed in regular work clothes and their faces are covered with black cloth bags. One looks to be ignoring the commotion, standing with his back to a meatroom door; while the other's busy zipping up the bodybag you've just fallen into.
Everything goes dark and you realise you've dropped Dulson's club. The bag's pretty tight with both you and Figg in there, but you've still got your 9 tucked away somewhere. Figg's boots start knocking against your skull as the bagman starts dragging you both away from the meatrooms. What do you do?
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I was going to give it til today since you're all fairly close together, so good timing Void.
@void slayer that'll be acting under fire to get free of the bag.
@boozer you can head up the rope ladder no risk (but you may need an unconscious body), or go the baithook way via muddy's van (acting under fire).
@ominouslozenge as above, advances that don't involve gaining items or gangs can be taken immediately. Also, yes, that would be a read person (and in case it wasn't clear, you can get him to see what's really going on by finding evidence for him).
@the everyman i was assuming the threat of violence is your leverage, but feel free to offer a quieter solution if you like. Also, gimme a +cool roll to avoid making a racket on the bones.
I'm currently halfway through an 11 hour train journey home, but once I'm back I'll review people's xp so far.
"York, it's a good thing for you we both want the same thing here. Cuz seems to me you maybe forgot who rigged up those bracelets for you." I have a smirk for the self-righteous little prick. Security is dime-a-dozen, but few people have my skills. I ain't sweatin' this guy, but I wanna know what happened. Probably more'n York does, come to think of it. I'll go along easy.
Now that I've gotten closer, I do recognize Muddy's van. Even more obvious once Runt peers out the back. I spent large swaths of time observing Acid and her crew, to no avail. The secret of their camaraderie still eludes me. Still, to end my isolation, I must do more to understand.
I take a spare baghead mask and tie it over the saw blade, then I remove my cloak and wrap up the saw in it. I stuff it into the bodybag, along with the rest of the spare baghead masks.
"Put your coat in the bag as well, Frankie. We need to bulk up the size of this bag so that it could pass as a body." I look down at the vaguely man shaped bodybag. "Well, at least long enough to get us up the ladder."
I hand Frankie the bodybag, and climb up the rope ladder. "Let's go."
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Aw, the fuck? I recoil from this guy and keep him at arms length. Dunno what he's babbling about, so I pick him up by the shirt front and slam him up to the wall. If my point hadn't already been made, I grab a fistful of hair and rattle his skull against the wall hard enough to show this freak I'm serious.
"My patience is awful thin right now, so you best explain," I'm growling.
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OOC:
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for retroactive acting under fire
Smooth, real smooth there girl.
They must think everything in here is dead, so I move really slowly to keep up the illusion. First I reach for and grab my 9mm then for Figg's pistol with my other hand and aim it them both up through the bag to where the bagman is walking. I wait till I am dragged around a corner then open fire with both pistols.
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OOC:
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for do something under fire: Shoot the bagman
You manage to pull it up there between you, but it's hard work. When you're finally through the hatch you're greeted by two bagmen who seem to take no notice of you. One of them's standing guard in front of a meatroom about 4 metres down the corridor on your right. On your left, past the door to the sec office, one is dragging a particularly large bodybag away toward the brig.
Suddenly bullets are flying from the other bodybag and the bagman to the left is bleeding from his gut. It's cramped in this corridor though, so with all the lead in the air you get winged as well. Nothing serious, but the two bagmen are going crazy now- apparently they can't tell where the shooting's coming from. They're looking at you and Frankie now, and you can hear a couple more coming round the corner.
What do you do?
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You hear the satisfying sound of a gutshot, Acid Burn, right on target. By the sounds of it you winged someone else, so that's a bonus. He's stopped dragging you now and the bodybag's raggedy with bullet holes, but you still can't see much. You can see that the dragger has turned the other way though, back down the corridor toward the meatrooms, and doesn't appear to have clocked that you're still conscious.
You've got the drop, but there looks to be a few more bagmen down the corridor. What do you do?
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"Ooh, too much, meatspace, too much!" The little creep still has one eye squeezed shut, but the other's spinning wildly from the drubbing you just gave, Garber. "I'm just the driver, see? Heylel's got me pulling the car strings, while he pulls the man strings!"
He's interrupted by the sound of gunfire in the corridor. The guard at the door may have heard your head-banging, but he seems to have more pressing concerns now. He seems to be freaking out, dancing around and breathing heavily. "Heh. That's the trouble using locals- they're dim when they're not used to the strings." The small man's grin is yellow teeth and an unnerving glee.
Shit appears to be hitting the fan in the corridor, but you get the feeling this guy's still holding something back. Gold's crouched by the door now, knife at the ready, waiting for your call. What do you do?
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@Boozer You take 1 harm - 1 armour = 0 harm from Acid's shooting, make a +0 harm roll.
@Void Slayer @The Everyman As it stands there are two bagmen in the corridor with Acid and Jackson, with two more on their way.
@OminousLozenge I'll get your post done a little later.
"Don't get greedy, you conniving Satyr. The deal was three. Now try and focus, we have more pressing concerns than your libido." I say before we head up the ladder.
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A stray bullet clips my shoulder and I hiss in pain. No time to close the distance and get my hands on either of them.
Time seems to stretch, and I can see the strands of the web between us all. If the bag-master can control these fools at a distance, then so can I.
An electric blue spider crawls into the eye of the bagman guarding the door. "The attack came from the bagmen coming around the corner, kill them." The spider whispers directly into his mind.
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OOC :
Geth, roll 2d6 for Harm
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for Direct-brain whisper projection
Target is the guard, what I want him to do is kill the bagmen coming around the corner. If he forces my hand the harm should not be loud.
I spend 5XP for Direct-brain whisper projection. I've added it to my sheet.
+1XP (1/5XP total)
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