GM: Dalton
Players: Croc, Rip
Synopsis: The runners are hired to blow up a Van that has drone escorts, lots of gunfire and explosions happen!
Date: DATE HERE, remember to add 60 years to the year to get the timing right :)
«Plot» Rip says, "Consent given, though I forbid Croc to eat my heart. Liver maybe, but not the heart."
«Plot» Croc consents.
Its Friday night in Denver, and you've both been contacted through various sources to meet a Johnson on top of the Ragdoll. The Johnson will be a dwarf by the name of Ramone, the work is expected to be fairly light, but somewhat specialized to your talents, at least, Crocs talents.
Croc arrives early, as is his wont, swaggering in with a bit of ego in his saunter. The big troll's beady little eyes are shining a little as he approaches, and he looks for Ramone.
Rip arrives early, but not as early as Croc. Dressed as he usualy does, in a long white coat that closely resembles a ruggedized version of a labcoat, dark pants and black leather gloves, he gives a nod to Croc as he spies the mutant troll and looks for the contact as well.
The roof has been cleared tonight, obviously paid for in full by the Johnson. He sits alone at a table, drinking some amber colored liquid on ice in a glass. He waits for you both to approach and gestures to the chairs at the table, there is even a troll sized one here.
Rip moves up and settles into the non-troll chair, though he eyes it for a moment as if thinking he might take it anyways. He gives the dwarf a slight nod as he leans back and steeples his fingers in front of his chin, taping them together in a slow rythem.
Croc sits in the troll sized chair, staring at the johnson, his beady eyes taking him in. Then he turns, eying Rip. "joo," he says. "I t'ot joo were dead. Am gratified to see dat joo still exist. Wanted to eat joo myself."
He looks back at the Johnson. "I heard joo were asking for me. Here I am, jefe."
Rip glances towards Croc. "Meerly sidetracked. Unlike some, I don't die so easily."
The dwarf smiles at the two of you, then turns his attention to Croc "I need your heavy firepower, there is a van leaving a warehouse in the warrens. I need that van and its drone escorts demolished, they are not to make it out of the warrens." he reaches slowly into a coat pocket, pulling out a pair of chips and laying them on the table "Address, photos of the van and its escort are on the chip. The job pays fifteen each."
Croc grunts. "Fifteen, joo say." He pauses, weighing the options. It has been a while since he'd gotten the chance to fire the big gun. Fifteen was decent pocketchange. His thoughts are plain on his big, ugly face. "All right," he says, taking one of the chips. "I will do eet. When?"
The dwarf points to the chip "The van leaves every morning at 6am, even on the weekends, I'd like it done before monday."
Rip thinks it over for a moment as Croc speaks up, unsure what exactly his roll would be in this venture. But money is money, and it makes the world go round. "Sure. I'll back him up." He says finaly, sitting up and putting his hands in his lap.
Croc grunts. "All right," he says. "Are de contents free game?"
The dwarf shakes his head "No, I have another group ready to swoop in and take the salvage."
Croc grunts again. "Good ting you told me. Woulda killed dem, too." He rises. "Will take care of it," he says, then looks at Rip. "Joo will be my spotter, jes?"
Rip shrugs. "Sure, I got good eyes. Non-edible eyes." He says with a small grin. "Sounds pretty cut and dried, as much as it ever can be in this line of work. Lets get it done and see what really happens."
The dwarf reaches into a pocket and pulls out two credsticks, laying them on the table "There is five on each of these right now, another ten will arrive as soon as I hear about the van."
Croc nods. "Jes. Need to stop in renz, to get my weapons. It will get done on Saturn's day." He turns. "Be sure de money is in certified sticks, not scrip. Dat would make me angry." And then he heads out, to make plans and take over the world!
Rip slips a stick away as he stands> "Sure thing." And moves to follow the walking wall. NO point in not keeping up with the big guy.
Croc will stop by his apartment in the bastille, even letting Rip in to see it. It's full of heavy weapons, drugs, and various other things- included a 10X10 painting of a velociraptor flying a fighter- but it's all meticously organized, everything in its place, and its very, very clean. The sure sign of a diseased mind. Once the information is review, Croc grabs his panther and a LAW, doublechecks to make sure he has a spare clip for the panther and his smg, and then looks to Rip. "Anything joo need?" He asks.
Rip shakes his head as he pats the under area of his left arm. "Nope, I got what I need here. Wouldn't know how to use any of this stuff anyways." He says as he takes in the small militaries worth of firepower hanging in here. "Surprised you don't have Raptor Jesus in here too." he says, as he spots the painting.
Croc nods his head. "All right," he says. "But dat's joor loss. Joo got a ride in to dat area, or do joo want to ride bitch on my harley?"
Rip shrugs. "one vehicle is easier to hide than two. Ain't anyone gonna ask questions if they see a pinkskin like me riding bitch to you."
Croc nods. "Fair enough. Let's go… I'd like to case de place out before we hit it tomorrow morning. Get up a good firing position, dat sort of ting. Find someone to eat, maybe." He adjusts the bit of chain his panther assault system hangs on, and points his thumb. "Let's go."
Croc will ride his Harley Gideon into the area (harley version of the viking), but leave it still a mile or so away. Will hike for half a mile, then find an alley and activate his ruthcloak before approaching the final bit of distance- and when he gets real close, he'll look for a good vantage point. roofs are okay.
This area of the warrens is fairly bad off actually, different factors have turned much of the habitable areas into charred remains. Its easy to find an abandoned building to climb a fire escape to the top, with a good view of one of the few intact warehouses in the area. Its locked up tightly this evening, and you can see a few guard roaming the grounds, all armed with assault rifles. Whatever vans are there are apparently locked up inside the warehouse at this time of day. On the thermal scale, the warehouse is fairly hot, hotter than the surrounding buildings, so something is going on inside there, even now.
Rip rides bitch to the trog. The big is so big, he doesn't even need to hang on to anything to stay seated. Of course, he has no ruth so when they reach the point that Croc encloaks himself, he stays back and away, doing his best to case the joint and surrounding area to look for good sniper points.
Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "it's hot in dere. Sumfin's going on. I is on a building near it, coordinates (x,y) on local gps. On de roof." The croc settles down, now, finding something like a good sniper position for him, bracing his cannon and laying his LAW to the side. It's not much use at anti-armor, but it's good to have just in case, right? "Dere's gaurds dere, wif assault rifles. Might want to hit somewhere a little furder away, limit what dey can do to us.""
Commlink-Partsman> Rip says, "Likely a good idea. Sounds like drug manufacturing of some sort, to be producing that much heat. I'm going to scout a bit further away, see if I can find a likely spot on the routes they use to set up. Give us more than ten seconds for them to react and send reinforcements out.""
«Auto-Judge[]» Rip (#6326) rolls Denver City Knowledge (Warrens):
1 2 3 3 8
Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "right. It's just our job to break de van, and de drones- but i'd hate to be shot down by dose guys while we're making our escape."
To (Rip, Frostlog), Slide pages: If they want to get out of the warrens, there are three likely routes they can take from here, depending on what deals they have with the various gangs. One route goes through contested territory and the royals territory. Another route would go through 3 different gang territories, and a third route, much longer, would go through 2 territories by going around alot of spots. Take alot longer to get out.
Commlink-Partsman> Rip says, "Gonna look about half a mile to a mile away. That should give us about two to three minutes to take it down and beat feet before they can scramble any more air support. If they got one, they definatly got more.""
Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "right. Find de location and give me coordinates. I'll keep watching from up here till den."
Commlink-Partsman> Rip says, "Right. See if you can spot any other drones floating about. Give us an idea of what kind of response we might face. Contact you again in twenty.""
This is the home of the Aurora Air Corps, every now and then you hear gunfire in the distance, and the sound of drones flying about, though not many come into this area itself.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Street Rumors + Task Pool: 1:
1 2 2 4 5 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Corporate Rumors + Task Pool: 1:
2 4 4 4 5
To (Croc, Frostlog), Slide pages: Word on the street would have that this is indeed a large drug manufacturer, they have deals with a majority of the gangs for safe passage of thier product.
To (Frostlog, Slide), Croc pages: that includes aurora air corps too, doesn't it?
To (Frostlog, Croc), Slide pages: Yes, it does.
To (Frostlog, Croc), Slide pages: But its safe passage of the product, no gang has a deal to help defend these guys.
To (Frostlog, Slide), Croc pages: ahh, i get it.
Croc grunts as he watches. «Got a few drones around… maybe AAC stuffs. But dey don't have any defense deals, just safe passage… and you're right. It is drugs. Means I'm not using de law on de van, just de drones.»
«Auto-Judge[]» Rip (#6326) has the Contact Shocky with the following information (only to Frostlog):
------> Contact for Rip (#6326) <------
Contact Name: Shocky
Level: 2
Type: ganger
GM Note: Shocky is a ganger from one of the smaller gangs within the Warrens. Rip has hired him on many occasions as muscle and for the tidbits of information on gang activities in the area. As part of their 'partnership', Rip has provided the troll with cheap surgery, further cementing their trust, much as one can have in the warrens.
Warrens Ganger: B11(13) Q5 S10 C2 I3 W3
Etiquette1(street3) Intimidation3(phys5) Brawling 5, Gang ID3 Gangturf3 prostitution rings3. Cyberware: Dermal plating 1, shock hands
Rip walks along the destroyed area unobtrusivly as possible as he dials a phone number in. "Yeah…it's Rip. Right, look, you got any word on passage deals for some guys on the east side? Uh, coming from (area of warehouse) and through one of three areas. (explains the routes quickly)."
«Auto-Judge[]» Rip (#6326) rolls Etiquette vs TN 4:
1 2 3 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Rip (#6326) rolls Etiquette - 1 vs TN 4 for "KP 1":
4 5 9 = 3 Successes
The voice on the other end of the phone responds "Yea man, those guys are serious about thier business, they got deals with the Royals to get out of the warrens, as well as deals with the Aurora Air Corps for safe passage. I'd put my money on them going through those turfs before any other."
Rip smiles a little as he hears that. "Thanks. I'll get you some cash when I see you next." He says before hanging up. And with that information he heads in that general direction. Not going to go into their territory, thats too big a risk, but certainly he can get a look at the buildings and climb one of the abandoned ones to get a better view of the situation.
Commlink-Partsman> Rip says, "Got a hit while I was digging for info. Think I know which way they'll be going, and I'm heading that way to spec it out. If you know where the Royals territory is, looks like they got a deal cut with them, and will likely be using it to get to the other side.""
The route is pretty much a straight shot through the north side of the warrens, through the contested Smoke/Royals Territory, to the Royals Territory. It would probably be best to operate in the Smoke/Royals contested turf, that way you are less likely to get harassed by anyone, cause they will be busy dealing with the gangs that fight there.
Commlink-Croc> Croc grunts. "Hrr. Best to hit them away from de AAC, if we can help it." He picks up his gear. "Let's head dat way and make a decision. Meet you back at de bike."
Commlink-Partsman> Rip says, "Right. Probably get them in the contested area they have to run through to get to the Royals. Can look it over and make a final choice when we get back together. On my way now."
Croc will meet rip at the bike, disengage his cloak, and head over to where the royals/smokes tangle. "Good. And de constant gunfire means we might not draw -too- much attention, si?"
Rip shrugs at the question after they meet up. "Oh, it'll draw attention. We'll be shooting at them. Might give us a few minutes more to get away though as they try to figure out who did the shooting, which is definatly a good thing."
Croc grunts as he rides. "Will just have to be on target, si? Can joo fire a rocket launcher?"
The contested turf is just that, contested. There is almost always a small flare up here and there as gangers try to prove themselves by hitting the other gang. There are plenty of buildings in the area, lots of locations to set up to ambush the van, its almost too easy, you just have to avoid the gangers, blow up the van and drones, and get out without being shot, simple right.
Rip says "Fire it? Sure. Hit something? Probably not."
Croc grunts back. "Ah. Well, will remember dat." He pulls into an alley, looks up at a building, and grins. "So here. Dis is perfect." He starts climbing it… thinks about going to the roof, but doesn't. instead he goes into the crumbly third floor, which will give him some cover to fire from. "All right, skinny. Joo play spotter, in case I can't see dem, or am about to be ambushed."
Rip follows the trog up into the dilapitated building, watching that he doesn't fall through the floor. "Sure sure. I can see far enough easy." he says as he moves to another window and keeps his ears open for sounds in the building itself.
Croc will then set himself to wait, very patiently, for the appointed hour.
Time passes slowly, minutes and hours punctuated by the distant sounds of gunfire, and sometimes the not so distance sounds of gunfire. At one point a small battle takes place in the street in front of you, but it doesnt spread to your hidey hole. Eventually the sun starts to come up, and about 6:45 you get a good line on what you think could be your target, heading your direction.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence for "natural low light":
2 2 2 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence for "natural low light kp 1/9":
2 4 4 8 8 9
«Plot» Croc stands on 9.
«Auto-Judge[]» Rip (#6326) rolls Intelligence for "Thermo and vision mag3":
1 1 2 4 4 5 5 11
To (Croc, Frostlog, Rip), Slide pages: Thats your van, and in the air above it, you see two rotodrones, one following fairly close to the vehicle, and another tagging along behind about 500 meters back.
To (Croc, Frostlog, Rip), Croc pages: current range to van?
To (Slide, Frostlog, Rip), Croc pages: current range to van?
To (Croc, Frostlog, Rip), Slide pages: 1000 meters, its closing fairly fast
Rip gets out his pistol and double checks the load on it, getting ready to run once the deed is done. "Take the van down first. Drones will be a pain in the ass to kill, but if you try to take them on, the van might get away."
Croc sees the target incoming and grunts. "Incoming," he says, and begins lining up his shot. "Affirmative. Dat's what I'm thinking." Closing, closing… aiming, aiming…
«Auto-Judge[]» Rip (#6326) rolls Stealth for "I got…nothing.":
1 1 2 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Stealth for "sneaky sneaky!":
1 3 4 9 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 6 vs TN 9 for "Detecting Rip, partial cover modifier for hiding, Drone sensors.":
1 2 2 2 4 15 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Heavy Weapons + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 3 for "+1 range, -2 aim, -2 smartlink, +2 called shot: and i said BOOM!":
1 1 1 2 2 3 4 5 10 22 = 5 Successes
The Van and the drones continue to move closer to your ambush site. The drones are moving in a pattern, speeding up, slowing down, moving left to right, simple avoidance issues currently.
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 4 vs TN 8 for "VAn soaks, no rigger driver.":
2 3 4 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 4 vs TN 6 for "Crash TEst?":
1 5 9 10 = 2 Successes
Croc sets up his shot, waiting, waiting… and then he pulls the trigger. there's a massive FOOM as the panther cannon barks out a shot, the building around the pair shaking and rumbling with the force of the attack- and croc's on target, blasting under the hood and obliterating the engine block. He grunts and is already planning his next shot…
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) uses 1 of item 2: Assault Cannon Rounds from Panther Assault System (#1106).
Rip can't tell when the trigger is going to be pulled, and so jerks back as the roar of the cannon startles and deafens him for a moment. "Jeeze that thing is loud." He says to himself, more to test his abused hearing than for comment.
The van screeches to a halt, almost losing control, but not quite. The driver leaps out the door and starts sprinting for cover, the drones of course though start reacting to the only ping they had, and the one closest to the van starts throwing out supressive fire at the building.
Croc says "Cover your ears."
Rip takes the hint and covers his ears, opening his mouth as well to help equalize the overpressure the gun creates. He does his best to keep an eye on the drones, to keep track of them and point them to Croc as needed. "Ear plugs. Definatly buying earplugs!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Heavy Weapons + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 3 for "-2 smartlink, +1 range":
1 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 = 9 Successes
Croc's aim shifts after that, and he pulls the trigger on the drone that's shooting them, rising up in the window long enough to line up a good shot- there's another FOOM, the building shaking, and a deafening explosion as the drone is obliterated.
Bits of drone reign down and crash to the ground below, the other drone, the one behind, lifts up higher into the air and goes over the buildings, its still approaching from the sound of it, but you no longer have any line of sight to it.
Rip motions to the back of the room. "Best beat feet for the moment. They be come here like hornets now. Hope we can get a bead on that drone before we book it."
Croc nods. "Agreed. Reposition, see if we can spot the drone. You go out of the building left, I'll go right. Si?"
Outside you hear the sound of a machine gun firing, and then the sounds of something metal being hit, and finally, an explosion, it sounded like it came from the alley.
Croc suddenly starts cursing up a storm as he makes a mental leap.
«Plot» Croc says, "the voucher of the bike is #1905/1."
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 1 for "Random die of chance, on a 1 or 2, some gangers distract the drone.":
14
Rip nods at that. "Yeah, no point in both of us getting nailed coming out the same door." He says as he glances out the windows once more before getting up and heading for the doorway. "And that wasn't a good sound." saying the obvious. "Shit, gotta take that thing out or we'll never be able to lay low."
Croc nods. "Yeah… but it's probably sitting over the top, waiting for us to roll out. If we don't, reinforcements will come eat us." He takes a deep breath. "Right. I'm gonna head left, de udder side from mia bike. If I get shot, run de udder way. If I don't… follow. Make sense?"
Rip nods. "Sure, if you don't get shot, i gotta hope I survive long enough to do that. Go, I'll radio if I see it and try to lead it on for you if its near me."
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Stealth for "hide!":
1 2 3 3 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Rip (#6326) rolls 1:
3
«Auto-Judge[]» Rip (#6326) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 3 3 5 5 7 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 6 vs TN 8 for "Drones Sensors, rigger pilot inside now.":
1 3 4 4 7 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence for "perception! natural thermo.":
1 1 2 2 3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence for "perception! natural thermo. kp 2/9":
3 3 5 5 7 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 4 (Rigger Stealth) for "Open":
1 2 2 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Initiative with a result of 19.
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 3 for "+10 This guy has a VCR2.":
2 2 5
«Plot» Slide says, "Drone, Croc"
«Auto-Judge[]» Rip (#6326) rolls Initiative with a result of 20.
Croc makes a break for the outside, turning, looking up, spotting his target, bringing his PAC up… but it's a firefight now, and it all matters who shoots faster and straighter…
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 5 (Gunnery) + Combat Pool: 5 + 3 (Searching Fire) vs TN 8 for "Recoil is halved for mount, with compesation, +2 Recoil left over. Base TN 4 for range, +2 Target running.":
1 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 8 16 16 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Combat Pool: 10 vs TN 7 for "yeah, this is a dodge moment.":
1 1 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Combat Pool: 10 - 1 vs TN 7 for "yeah, this is a dodge moment. kp 3/9":
1 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Combat Pool: 10 - 1 vs TN 7 for "yeah, this is a dodge moment. kp 5/9":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Combat Pool: 10 - 1 vs TN 7 for "yeah, this is a dodge moment. kp 8/9":
2 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Body vs TN 11:
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 7 8 10 17 = 1 Success
«Plot» Croc takes a serious.
The drone is circling the building, and as Croc steps outside, it comes around a corner, they both spot each other at the same time, but the drone is faster on the draw and opens up with a full auto spread of fire at the troll.
«Plot» Croc says, "how close is the next-nearest building? can i get there and under cover this phase?"
The alley isn't that wide, and on the other side is a door that looks like a swift kick will knock it down, you could either turn around and go back inside, or charge into the next building.
«Plot» Croc will take a shot on the run and go through the other door.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Heavy Weapons vs TN 9 for "+3 wound, +4 running, -2 smartlink. Just a shot in the dark to make him think!":
2 2 2 3 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) uses 2 of item 2: Assault Cannon Rounds from Panther Assault System (#1106).
Croc takes the bullets like a bitch, unable to avoid all of them, but he keeps going, crashing through the door on the other side and moving to sweet, sweet cover. He hits the comm as he gets inside. «Still alive. Don't go out dat way… find anudder. Will refresh an' keep its attention.»
Commlink-Partsman> Rip says, "Great. If we get out of this, I'll pull some of those bullets out of your hide. You can wear them like your necklace of ears.""
Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "If i die, don't sell my parts to a white buyer."
The whine of the rotodrone can still be heard outside the building, but it does appear to be moving and not staying in one position.
Rip moves back into the building, running down the hall to get to one of the other exits. «If you die, I don't think I'll be far behind. I'm getting ready to jump out into the allyway, east of you. I'll draw the drones attention, so when I give the signal, pop out and shoot the bastard."'
Croc leans back against the wall and takes a hit of nitro. He's currently addicted, so no further rolls are necessarry. He breaths hard… and then pain fades from him. «Affirmative. Should be accurate.»
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) uses 1 of item 5: Street Drug: Nitro from Drugs (#7527).
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls 1:
4
«Plot» Croc says, "nitro active for 40 minutes."
«Auto-Judge[]» Rip (#6326) rolls Stealth:
2 4 5 7 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 1 for "Odd, and your safe, even, and the drone has a chance to see you":
2
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 6 vs TN 10 for "Drone against stealth":
2 2 3 5 5 8 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Rip (#6326) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 2 3 3 4 4 5
The drone is now circling the two buildings, and as Rip steps outside and under cover, he spots the drone flying over the alley and back towards the building Croc is at.
Croc, at this point, is already heading up in the building, looking for a new firing position. It's like a vicious game of whackamole, where the moles are armed with PACs.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence vs TN 8:
3 4 4 4 5 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Intelligence vs TN 8 for "kp 9/9":
3 4 4 5 9 9 = 2 Successes
Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Have a firing position. Hold."
Commlink-Partsman> Rip says, "Ok. You ready? I'm about to draw its ire in 3…2….you do?""
«Plot» Croc will aim and fire.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) rolls Heavy Weapons + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 2 for "-2 aim, +2 movment, -2 SL":
1 1 2 2 4 4 4 5 5 8 = 8 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 10 (Control Pool) vs TN 5 for "Dodging, drones have sucky dodge if you dont use drive by wire.":
2 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 9 13 = 2 Successes
Croc has his solution, lines it up- then it circles out of LOS. He curses, sets up again, this time aware of the timing… there's another FOOM, and this one is echoed by a second explosion. Somewhere, a rigger is having a bad, bad day. Croc crows his victory and hits his comm. «Target destroyed. Fade back, we are getting out of here. Meet you at x,y.»
And then he's retreating, pulling out his ruth cloak and tossing it on. Why didn't he have it on when he did his mad dash?
It wouldn't have been sporting.
«Auto-Judge[]» Croc (#8805) uses 1 of item 2: Assault Cannon Rounds from Panther Assault System (#1106).
«Auto-Judge[]» Slide (#3162) rolls 1 for "If this is a 1, you all end up with a really bad day, anything else, and you get away clear":
3
Rip is quickly on his way, splitting up from Croc to reduce the chance of them both being captured. But with the two immediate drones gone, slipping into the mass of meta-humanity that lives in the warrens will be a lot easier.
Croc meets up with Rip, later- his body's a mess, machinegun fire stiched all over his body, bits of blood oozing out of him. But the troll's got a grin on. "De bastards killed my bike." He says. "T'anks for spotting. Dat's all I needed."
Harley Davidson Gideon has left.
Rip gives a nod to Croc once they've met up. "I can probably help you get a new bike. Not my realm of expertise, but I have friends of friends and all that. Owe me a few favors for work I did on them." He says even as he opens his coat and unpockets a medkit, starting to stanch the worst of the blood leaks and taking the chance while the trolls on an apparent high to pull the bits of lead out of him. "Next time, smoke grenades."
Croc nods. "Next time, smoke grenades. Or flashes."
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