Cinder Extinguished
Players: Pulse, Cinderblock, Mafen, Selene, Tasha, Weeko.
Synopsis:Murder most foul in the dark of the night; the death of a titan; and the deals men make.
Date: Thursday November 27, 2068.

Mafen comes up stairs, hauling the unconscious Pulse in a fireman's carry towards the sauna.

Tasha has had her shower, and now basks in the hot pool, nude beneath the water. Her scarred and rugged form distorted by the slow ripples of the water. Hearing steps, she lifts her head and looks over, smirking faintly. "Guess his woman decided to beat him, neh?"

Mafen shakes his head at Tasha. "Must have just been towing the line. Tried to give himself a stim to keep moving and just flopped over half a minute later." He hauls the huge boxer toward the sauna. The cyborg elf looks over at Tasha. "You doing okay?" He raises his eyebrows.

Selene shakes her head, "no, I have something else in mind, actually."
Pulse is a lump of sexah manflesh. no pose here.

Selene motions towards the sauna, "put him down in there. There's a nice bench. He'll at least know where he is when he wakes up." She then goes over to the little fridge, and grabs a half dozen bottles of water.

"Ah man, if you guys are going to fuck, I'm out of here." Tasha grunts the words out, standing up and letting the water shimmer it's way down her scarred body - the most notable is from her last go-round with Bear. A jagged gash that runs from left shoulder to right hip.
Mafen shakes his head at Tasha. "Nah, Pulse isn't my type."

Selene shakes her head, "I highly doubt that. Pauly is just gonna get a hint of his own bullshit back."

CinderBlock enters the baths area through one of the glass doors from the changing rooms, bringing a slight draft of cool air with them.
CinderBlock has arrived.

Tasha is lounging in the hot pool, Selene is frowning and asking Mafen to please put Pulse away, and Pulse is out cold.

Selene has clothes on, a big, full body covering cloak, that has been freshly dry cleaned.

Mafen files into the sauna, filing Pulse away carefully on the bench. He makes sure the guy is breathing before leaving Selene and him to their own devices.

Once Mafen has dropped Pulse down on the bench, Selene fires up the heating unit in the sauna, turning it up to medium high. Ah, and there is the hidden drawer, and the other hidden panel… of course, everything is right where she remembers it should be. Too bad for Pauly. The young woman makes quick work of tieing him down to the bench, which is bolted to the floor, and sets the 6 bottles of water down, just out of reach on the other side of the small room. She pokes him experimentally a few times, "Pauly.. dearest.. Paulino… "

Since he doesn't awaken, she scribbles a little note on a paper, and sets it next to the water. It says: I love you, — Selene.
Selene walks out.
You paged Pulse with 'there ya go. Yell when you wake up.'.

Mafen's glance falls over to Cinderblock at the approach. Ultrasound bounces off of him — no, not for any measuring reason — and thermo, mag looks him over. He peers, a quizzical expression on his face.

Selene returns from the sauna, smiling and whistling to herself.

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Intelligence vs TN 10:
1 2 3 4 4 10 11 15 16 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Mafen says, "Yeah, I think I noticed you are a fullborg. ; )"

Yeah. It's a reallskin troll.

Ten minutes pass. Fifteen minutes pass. Pulse wakes,hot and wet and sticky… and trapped. He looks around, spots the note… frowns… And then closes his eyes, ripping against the bonds.

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Pulse (#3231) rolls Strength for "-2, cause he's stunned. ignoring 6 boxes of stun for this.":
1 2 2 2 3 5 5 17

Mafen comments, "Interesting… Aztechnology, if I'm not mistaken…". There's a slow, forward movement not unlike what one might see when a skilled gunslinger runs into the other skilled gunslinger in town. He moves forward slowly, eyes on the trogs eyes. "Hrm. Don't think your armor is quite SOTA, is it?"

Selene is watching the Tin Man eye the Massive Trog while imaginary tense old-western movie music plays in the background.

Pulse steps out of the Sauna, looking groggy, half of a pair of handcuffs on his wrist. "Selene?" He asks, croaking. "What the hell?" He looks over, sees Cinderblock and Mafen… manages a small smile. He's waering his clothes, btw, but they're soaked in blood.

CinderBlock draws to a ponderous stop, eyeing Mafen warily, a tumbleweed blowing around in the distance. Somewhere, Sergio Leone is clawing his way to the surface with a new movie idea. Termafen vs Cindernaut. Cinder quirks an eyebrow then. "Oh YEAH, I be da bestest that da Azzies ever did made! I'm da CINDERBLOCK, and I gots da biggens now, oh YEAH!"

Selene startles as Pulse exits the sauna, apparently not expecting that. She siddles away from that door a little bit, "oh… " then she smiles a vampire smile, "you weren't amused?"
And then her fun is done as her attention is snapped back to the troll, wondering what the heck???

CinderBlock then, as if to punctuate just how much 'biggens' he has, reaches down in to his towel. He rummages around inside his towel for a moment, before returning with a can of beer in his hands.

No, Really.

Mafen stops raising his eyebrows, quirking a smile. "Really. The best that aztechnology EVER made? That's an interesting piece of information. A valuable one, too." He smirk turns into a grin and he takes another step forward. "Hydraulic jacks? " At the cyber storage compartment demo, Mafen opens his mouth once, hesitates, and closes it again. No, nothing to match… that…

Pulse pauses. "Aztech, you say," he says. "Interesting. Work for them much lately… Cinderblock?" Asks the tired-looking boxer. "And no, Selene. Very odd to wake in my Sauna. Even worse to waste a pair of cuffs. Should have used the troll shackles."

CinderBlock cracks the beer open, offering it to Mafen. "Of course I's da best! I said so's, dind't I? I'm the CINDERBLOCK!" He raises his arms again, flexing. To be fair, it's pretty goddamn impressive.

Selene sighs, "I'll keep that in mind… next time. I had planned to be there when you woke up, but I mis-calculated."

Mafen grabs the beer, nodding slowly, and chugs it down as fast as he can. He smiles, and then holds the can out on just his fingertips, crushing it quickly.

CinderBlock tilts his head as Mafen chugs the WHOLE beer. He pauses, his jaw going open a
little as the beautiful, pure, crisp Rio Grande-brewed AZTLAN PALE ALE disappears. He seems about ready to almost… cry… for a moment, before he remembers, the spark coming in to his eyes… that he has another.

Another dip is made in to the towel, to retrieve the other can of beer.

Selene looks from TinMan to CyberTrog and wonders if either of them still have members to pull out and compare the length of. The strange musack out of an old forgotten western, still plays in her head. The distraction doesn't quite keep her from looking nervously sideways at at Pulse.

Pulse stands and watches, now, clearly intrigued… or clearly still tired. He gives Selene a little
look. "Still mad at me?"

CinderBlock as a matter of fact, has a massive member, as was noted by the pose in. Some people have their bodies sculpted when they go full-borg. Cinderblock had a -dwarf- attached.
It's a towel-bulge that may infact, be illegal in this state.

Mafen glances up at Cinderblock, again. His social subroutines have increasingly flagged up to 'red', and he shrugs, commenting, "Sorry.", and finally giving up the ghost and tackling the giant, naked monster.

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Initiative:
4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Initiative with a result of 18.
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Reaction vs TN 2:
2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 = 11 Successes
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) puts on his "Mortimer: Ulysses Line"<=Armor (#3299, Item 1).
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) puts on his "Form-Fitting Armor FullSuit"<=Armor (#3299, Item 2).
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls Reaction vs TN 4:
4 4 5 10 = 4 Successes

«Plot» Mafen says, "Initiating close combat, striking him in an effort to knock him backwards."

Selene shakes her head in the negative, "no, Pauly.. just.. sad." The words aren't even out of her mouth, when everyone's favorite borg tackles Ultra-Trog. Now, that was shocking.

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Aikido - 1 + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "Cybernauts, go!":
1 1 2 3 4 5 11 14 15 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "KP 1.":
1 3 5 8 = 2 Successes

«Plot» Mafen says, "Stand."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4:
1 2 2 2 2 3 5 5 5 8 9 11 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls Brawling vs TN 4 for "KP 1":
1 4 4 4 5 17 = 5 Successes

«OOC» CinderBlock says, "Stand"

«Plot» Mafen says, "Base damage? : )"

Pulse reacts.. not to move against mafen, or cinderblock, but rather to grab Selene and throw her,hard, away from the fighting. "Get down, babe!" He shouts, going for a gun that isn't there.

«OOC» CinderBlock says, "str 14, +2, I think, for cyberlimbs, + shockhand."

«OOC» Mafen says, "So 16M, then an 8M stun."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) has the Armor Rating Impact with the value '13'.

Fucking boxer vs skinny elf. That is a forgone conclusion. Selene goes away, bounces off the wall, and thunks on the floor next to a locker when she's pushed unceremoniously out of the way.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Okay, You got 11 total succs, I got 7, 4 net, so 16D stun first."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Body vs TN 3 for "Need 8.":
1 1 1 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 8 11 14 = 9 Successes

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Body vs TN 3 for "Electrical stun. Half impact armor, need 4.":
1 2 2 2 2 3 3 5 5 8 8 10 10 16 = 9 Successes

The tackling elf is… well, its surprising. Like Selene said, almost shocking. The beer is drunk, then the beer is produced, and then the Elf attacks him. He must REALLY like Aztlan Pale Ale.

One problem. This is Cinders last can. And Cinder hates dandilion eaters. A lot. His jaw drops down in to a roar of surprise and rage as his beer-hand jerks the can away, and the non-beer-hand ratchets up from below with a powerful brawling upppercut.

"DIS BE MY FRAGGEN CAN!"

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Strength vs TN 8 for "Knockdown test.":
1 1 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 8 8 10 11 = 4 Successes

Mafen crackles with electricty, clear slapped into the pool — where little electrical arcs hop, momentarilly dimming the lights in the room. That's a nasty shock — who knows if that's feedback from his systems or just the shock hand. He immediately pops to his feet, slopping out of the water to prepare for the next attack.

«OOC» CinderBlock nods. I want to make a free aciton before we init

«OOC» CinderBlock says, "Activate cyberware."

«OOC» CinderBlock says, "Kamakazi"

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) uses 1 of item 1: Kamikaze from Combat Drugs (#1741)

«Plot» Mafen says, "So 5 + 2d6, correct."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls 2 for "+5":
2 5

«OOC» CinderBlock says, "12"

«Plot» Mafen says, "Since I just moved, I'll save my drug activation for during this round. : )"

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Initiative with a result of 23.

«OOC» CinderBlock says, "Current str is 16, body is 16, will is 5, quick is 6"

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Pulse (#3231) rolls Initiative with a result of 6.

«OOC» Pulse says, "so… 4."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Selene (#609) rolls Initiative with a result of 8.

«Plot» Mafen says, "Activate cyber as free — Kamikaze. Still on first 5 doses of the reusable autoinjector… never got a voucher for the drugs, but they went in with it. Same with the Jazz autoinjector."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1 for "Duration, *10 minutes.":
3

«Plot» Mafen says, "Second, simple action since I am out of frees, activate cyberware: Auto-Injector."

«Plot» Mafen says, "Jazz."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 1 for "Duration.":
1
«Plot» Mafen says, "10 minutes on Jazz, 30 minutes on Kami."

«Plot» Mafen says, "Third simple. Activate… MY FINAL DOSE OF OXY-RUSH!"

«Plot» Mafen says, "Your turn. : )"

«OOC» CinderBlock says, "Free, activate cyberware"

«Plot» Mafen says, "I see and acknowledge that Cinderblock has a shotgun in his arm, for reals."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls Shotguns + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for " SMartlink II. Oh, and DIE FRAGGEN DANDY!":
1 1 3 4 5 5 5 8 = 6 Successes

«Plot» Mafen says, "Base is 8S."

«Plot» Mafen says, "8D+2. Needs 12 succs."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Body vs TN 2 for "12 needed.":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 7 = 12 Successes

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls Shotguns + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 2 for " SMartlink II. Oh, and DIE FRAGGEN DANDY! I got plenty of recoil comp.":
1 1 1 1 5 5 = 2 Successes

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Body vs TN 2 for "Need 6.":
2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 7 9 10 11 = 14 Successes

Cinder is friggen angry now. His arm ratchets open, a shotgun seeming to slide from his skin. "MY BEERZ! DIS IS MINE! I GAVES YOU ONE!" He says, cranking off a pair of shotgun blasts that slam in to Mafen. He's not a bad shot, and frankly, it's not exactly long range.
Pulse kneels down to his shoe,pulling out a small (read: tiny) revolver. He looks at Selene. "This isn't over by the time I shoot…" He looks back over. "Drop the…" He winces as the shotgun blast rings out, his ears suddenly ringing… "DROP THE TROLL."

Selene nods to Pulse.

CinderBlock gets no love. He gets attacked, after sharing, and its not 'Mafens' a prick!'… its 'drop the troll'. And you wonder why he's angry.

Actually, its quite complex and traces back to his childhood as a young trog, who frankly, was on the small size of the scale and thusly picked on by other trogs. Never the brightest…

Thunk. Tank. The slugs impact, balooning out on Mafen's endoskeleton. He seems unmoved emotionally and only slightly physically by the projectiles, seeming to stay focused on his current objective. He grabs for the trog again, wishing to take him off line without neccessary damaging that external plating — any injury point is value lost from examination. He thinks that that's a losing battle, but gives it another try anyway.

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Aikido - 1 (offense) + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "Close combat manuever initiated! 17M - 1 for close combat for 16M base!":
1 2 3 3 4 5 9 16 17 = 5 Successes

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 2 vs TN 4 for "KP 4":
2 5 = 1 Success

«Plot» Mafen says, "8 succs."

«OOC» Mafen says, "18D stun!"
«OOC» Mafen says, "That's before your counter though. Your counter will certainly negate some of those succs."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls Brawling vs TN 4:
2 3 4 4 4 9 = 4 Successes

«OOC» CinderBlock says, "7 inborn armor"

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls Body + 1 vs TN 9:
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 7 11 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls Body - 1 vs TN 9 for "Karma 3":
1 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 7 7 20 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls Body - 2 vs TN 9 for "Karma 5":
2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 8 9 10 = 2 Successes

«OOC» CinderBlock says, "Soak it to an M.. now to figure out what damage comps do.."

«Plot» Mafen says, "Ah, glorious trauma damper."
«Plot» Mafen says, "You ignore the first 2 boxes of damage."
«Plot» Mafen says, "And the trauma damper makes 1 box dissappear."

«OOC» CinderBlock punches Mafen again.
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls Brawling vs TN 4:
2 2 2 4 5 5 = 3 Successes

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Aikido + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "Still close combat!":
1 1 1 1 2 4 4 5 7 22 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 5 vs TN 2 for "KP 5":
1 2 2 3 4 = 4 Successes
«OOC» Mafen says, "erm."
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "KP 5":
1 2 3 4 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 5 - 2 vs TN 4 for "KP 7":
1 2 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 2 vs TN 4 for "KP 10":
1 2 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls 2 vs TN 4 for "KP 15":
5 5 = 2 Successes

«Plot» Mafen says, "10 succs, 10 - 3 = 7 net, D+1."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» CinderBlock (#6071) rolls Body + 1 vs TN 10:
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 9 = 0 Successes

«OOC» CinderBlock says, "Down I go."
«OOC» CinderBlock says, "Pose it."

Mafen dodges and counterstrikes, and as Cinderblock swings, he grabs the trolls wrist — gigantic in his hand — and pulls, slamming his elbow into the trogg's head with the force of a heavy tractor, pulling him the massive shape off balance.

And Cinderblock teeters.. totters… His eyes roll back in his head as he sinks to his knees, the towel falling away. Yeah. It's a friggen dwarf. "Jus… wanted…." He thuds to the ground… "Mah beeerz…"

Selene slowly gets up from the place where she was knocked against the wall by that damn boxer… and peers at the fallen troll.. "uh…. Wow." is all she says. Difficult to tell exactly what it might be in reference to.

Pulse finishes pulling his gun out… and points it at Mafen. "Under control, Mafen?" He asks, pulling the hammer back. Laughable, really, a holdout revolver. "How we getting him outta here? Need me to call Grip and Fang?"

CinderBlock mutters in his sleep. Something about tits.

Mafen leans down, hand blade sliding out of his hand. He moves the troll onto his back and opens up a little patch of skin near the base of the skull. "Best azzie has to offer… Must be something hot." He examines carefully, giving the troll a good smack to the head if he starts to wake up. A minute or two later… he looks absolutely horrified. "My god. The azzies are years behind us."

CinderBlock, has, to be blunt, been lied to by Aztechnology. They made him bigger, faster, stronger, yes… but he's not SOTA in any way shape or form. He's off the shelf ware, crudely plugged together and covered in Reallskin.
Half the ware's probably used, anyway.
Just like your mom.
My moms dead. Thats gross.
But hot.
Decomposition generates heat.

Pulse watches the elf. "Mafen…" he says, gun not lowering. "Don't do this here. Make sure he's out, then get him out. I want this thing off my property before the azzies come looking. And I want a share of what you get for him."

Mafen sighs, standing. "Just throw him outside or something. He's worthless." Listening to Pulse, Mafen nods, and grabs his wrist, dragging him outside and towards the alleyway, leaving indentations in the stairs on the way down.

Pulse pauses. "You're letting him go, Mafen?" He watches the elf. "He's going to remember this place. You either give him to someone who can handle him or leave him here so I can Have Selene and me work on him, capisce? This is a Big Deal now."
Selene drops a towel back over the 'dwarf' and makes her way over to Pauly, she shakes her head, "So… what do you want me to do with him? Wipe his memory?"

CinderBlock does, it should be noted, have a large brand on the left shoulder, that being the demoboys logo of the ball-and-chain. Thats the only really distinguishing mark. ASide from the dwarf.

Pulse looks down at the tattoo, and he freezes. "No," he says to Selene. "GEt out of here, love, you can't see this. Mafen? Leave him here for now. Get Grip and Fang up here, then call my brother. Tell him I need him."

CinderBlock rumbles, starting to come around. His wrists slide out, almost hydrolically, to extend an extra two feet, before snapping back.

Pulse sees cinderblock rising and steps forward, quick as a whip, swinging out a massive backhand.

CinderBlock stops rising.

Pulse watches as Mafen leaves, then looks down at the body. "This guys a member of the Demo boys," He says. "We leave him mindfucked? They'll find us, and kill us. You don't want to leave, fine. Call Joey, tell him to get over here ready to chopshop and ditch a body. Look away." He lowers that little pistol at Cinder block's head… then kneels over it. "We coulda been friends," he says quietly. "Maybe. I like big bruisers. But…" He closes his eyes. "Wrong time. Wrong place. Welcome to the big leagues." He pushes the barrel against Cinderblock's eye and pulls the trigger, firing off a round, then a second, of AV ammunition.

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Pulse (#3231) uses 2 of item 1: Ammo: AV Heavy Pistol from Two by Six (#5506).

«OOC» CinderBlock says, "Yeah, he's got no ballistic armor."

Selene walks away into the sauna where it's quiet to call Joey.

«OOC» Pulse says, "want to pull a death pose, mate? and at least the next guy's badass!"

Cinder's just a ganger. A ganger with ware, but a ganger all the same. Gangers come and gangers go. Cinder never rose high, never had the aspirations for it. He got cash and ran through it on hookers, beer and parties. He never saw a need to upgrade his ware, as he was clearly, Aztechnologies finest. He reveled in the life of the 'bigshot' who was 'the biggest'. For a breif time twords the end of his life, he was free from the taunts of childhood, being called slow, stupid, and even worse for a troll; Small.

But gangers come and gangers go.

And right now, this ganger is now leaking in to your pool.
CinderBlock stops bleeding, the back of his skull a fragmentary mess of ceram-steel shards, blood and some brain.

Mafen unsympathetically watches the events, other than barring the door from potential entrants. He glances the body over, reaching into his medkit and pulling out a pair of sterile gloves. He nods at Pulse, sending out a few calls to a couple of the doctors hes on more friendly terms with. This will get ugly.

Pulse nods. "Make sure the place is clean when you're done." He says. "I'll talk to Selene. I'll take an hour or so…be gone when I get back?" He turns to go, then stops. "And Mafen? You're allowed one like that. Next time I need more warning."

First order of business is probably a tarp. Second order of business will be a hacksaw. When that won't work, a hacksaw with diamond tips. When that won't work… well, we'll start at acetlyne metal cutting torches and go up from there.

Mafen nods at Pulse. "My sincere apologies. I thought he as impressive as he was saying he was."

CinderBlock was impressive!

To gangers.

Selene looks around at the mess, "Joey isn't answering his phone…you need any cover for this operation?"
Pulse shakes his head, putting a hand on Selene's shoulder as he walks away, whispering something quietly into her ear as he guides her into the sauna with him.

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Intelligence + 5 (ss) for "Hearing amp, -2 TN.":
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 8 10 11 16

To (Mafen, Selene), Pulse pages: whispers: "shhh. we don't want to know what happens next. better that way. I need you to do something…" Door to sauna closes.

Selene lets Pulse guide her away from the grizzly scene and back towards the sauna, listening to him as she walks.

Selene sighs and nods to the request, once she's inside the sauna. "Just keep a good eye on my body… "

Weeko enters the baths area through one of the glass doors from the changing rooms, bringing a slight draft of cool air with them.
Weeko has arrived.

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Stealth for "Trolls? What Trolls?":
1 1 2 2 4 4 5 16 20

Mafen currently has two men in high tech white coats, goggles, and masks standing around. A massive body, realskinn flayed off of a robotic core, sits on a blue tarp by the drained pool. Mafen crouches, an apron, pair of goggles, torch and a toolset next to him as he works at dismantling the hobbled-together fullborg. The two doctors look nervous — upset, disturbed, but at least they're getting paid.

With a crack and sudden release of fluid, Mafen grunts and removes the massive forearm off of the cyberarm, huge hydraulic joint gushing black sludge onto the tarp. "Ugh, when was the last time he serviced this joint?"
They never mentioned lubejobs in the manual.

Grip and Fang are minding the door, but not very welll… they're too concerned with one of their troll brothers being torn apart like this, and worried MAfen (also nominally their boss) is gonna do it to them, too. Pulse is nowhere to be seen.

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Intelligence vs TN 20 for "Any chance?":
1 1 2 3 4 8 9 10 10 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Mafen (#6763) rolls Intelligence vs TN 20 for "Any chance? Let's make this a double hitter night. Thermo, ultrasound, low-light, etc… Probably reduces the TN somewhat. KP 16":
1 1 3 3 4 4 5 5 7 = 0 Successes

Weeko watches with fascination and disgust as the hulk of a robotic frame is dismantled. Unshure of what's going on she keeps out of sight. Better not be caught in some fuckup. And that Mafen is more robot than man himself.
That may be a key fact of what is going on here. Mafen hands the parts over to the doctors, who look them over, mostly in disgust. They file them into odd shaped containers, they seem to have brought just for this purpose.

Grip looks ill, a little green around the tusks. He rubs his black hair, looks at Fang. "Boss letting doctors in da' house. Lotsa docs lately. MAybe he sick?"

"Dunno. Dat last girl smell kinda funny when he let me dwarf her back slot. Maybe She give him syphago…her… maybe she give him the burning."

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Intelligence for " (motion sense 7m)Anyone close up, that I can't see directly. Assuming at least BG 1 so TN 5 for human sized targets.":
2 2 3 4 17

Weeko ponders. Then thinks it better to leave here. She checks the alternatives and tries the way she moved in. Making a mental not to ask

«Auto-Judge[3857401]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Stealth for "Moving out (Knowing my luck this roll will suck!)":
1 1 2 3 4 4 5 8 9

Weeko does a quick retreat though she wonders what the heck she just witnessed. A fuck…a bath would have been nice now.

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