GM: Gilead
Players: Gilead, Nate, Annie, Haley
Synopsis: A synopsis of what happened here.
Date: February 28, 2070
So there's this call, see, that runners hear when there's work to be had. This time it's a little different: a new Keeb in town has a job, and he's looking for discreet, interested parties to join up with him. He'll be at the Mole, a middle-grade resteraunt in the PCC renowned for their (you guessed it) Mole sauce. He'll be wearing green.
Nate is a discreet, interested party. Well, he thinks so. He also could use some cash. With these motivators in mind he puts on some decent looking clothes, just in case this Mole lpace turns out nice. Heading across, traversing border checks on a holiday visa to visit the restaurant he arrives in a cab, stepping inside and heading for the first elf wearing green he can see.
Boarder checks being what they are, Haley calls her contact Teeg and makes arrangements to be smuggled across the line. The ride is a little uncomfortable, but hey it beats being held in some Native prison. Once across the line she climbs out of the back of the truck, thanks the drivers and slots a credstick. She's wearing her most presentable outfit. Her gear is stowed away in a large purse. She smiles and starts heading towards The Mole. Once there she steps inside and looks around for an elf dressed in forest colors. Her eyes zero in on him, and she walks over to his table saying, "Hoi, noice ta meetcha." The whole elven mystique is ruined by the girl's Brooklyn accent.
Annie takes the Beemer…it's much easier to park at the average restaurant than the Bison. She heads on into the restaurant, pausing near the threshold to scope out the place, then makes her way through the crowd (if any) to the person that best meets the description of the Jay.
Gilead is sitting at a table in the back, dressed in his best green tunic. He's fiddling with a bit of a tortilla chip, and seems a little uncomfortable. Now and then he takes a sip from his pina colada.
He looks up as the runners arrive, and the handsome elf flashes a smile. "Good morning," he says. "Thank you for coming. I'm Gilead." His voice lowers. "I'm working for people who can help me get a job done fast."
Nate slides into a seat, "No problem mate, as long as they're good for it like." Brooklyn accent? Yeah, I raise you a Mancunian accent!
Placing her purse carefully on the table, Haley says, "Oi'm always willin' ta help people out when Oi can." She does her best to keep that voice of hers low. She crosses her legs under the table and carefully arranges her skirt.
Annie takes a seat as well, offering a nod of greeting to the Johnson "Well, let us know the job and then we can tell you how quickly we can get it done."
A fresh bowl of chips arrives, followed by several different varieties of salsa and a tray of fresh Mole chicken. Gilead gestures, indicating that the food is up for grabs, and continues. "There's a man named Ree Ree Canniframe. He and and some of his friends used to do some work for the PCC- now they're causing trouble for the same. There's a small purse being offered by his former employers if I- and those I can gather up- are willing to deal with him for them. That's where you guys come in. He's, ah… Kind of out in the wilderness."
Drumming her fingers on the table, Haley asks, "Well how small is this purse?" She plays with the strap of her purse and she says, "Oi always look to find somethin' bigga than mine, yaknow?" She smiles at Gilead saying, "Traval in tha woods might not be so bad, as long as one of ya know's campin' stuff." She places her hand in the center if her chest, fingers bowing a little as she says, "Oi'm a city girl myself."
Nate nods, "Prefer the urban environment myserlf to be honest. But I'm a fair hunter when it comes to taking down the deer. If you follow." He takes a chip and dips it, munching politely while he awaits other answers.
"I'm interested.", Annie replies as she leans back comfortably in her chair, "We being hired to bring him back alive, or dispose of him in the woods."
You say "disposal," with a nod towards Annie, and looks at Haley. "It comes out to fifteen thousand apiece," he says. "Not bad for an evening's work. The company's unwilling to part with any item that belonged to the terrorists, but… they have a pretty firm idea of where in the wilderness they're hiding." He smiles a little. "Plus side is, it's up in some really pretty country."
Nate glances around with a pondering hmm, checking the other two. "Four of us to take down one target?"
Brows lift a little as Haley hears the pay, she says, "Well normally Oi charge a little more for that sorta thing." She presses her lips together, the edges tugging down a little in disappointment. However that only lasts a second or two before her wide smile shows again, eyes brimming with excitement. She asks, "Well how many people does he have workin' with him. Oi could have a little fun with the job, so Oi'll take the fifteen."
Annie nods at Nates point, "Four of us to take down one target is a bit overkill. Is he known to have some bodyguards?", she pauses and grins, "Or is he really that formidable?"
You say "As I said. Ree Ree's got some help. Two of his old coworkers. My contact says that all three of them are magically active. He himself is a Dog shaman. His associates are physical adepts." He sighs. "I know it's not much money, but…" his smile lights up again. "It's nice to get out of the pollution for a bit!"
Nate raises his eyebrows a little, "Cheap job for a shaman and two adepts. Sixty grand. That said I still need the money more than I can turn my nose up at a job. I'll need to make a call to get my grear delivered here."
"About all Oi'm worried about is the spirits," says Haley. She shakes her head and she says, "Oi don't care much for magic in general, but if Oi can get my hands on 'em things will be betta. If you can show me the mage, Oi'll pounce on him first."
Annie nods, "Can we get any dossiers on the three, topo and geo maps of the location he is holed up in.", she shrugs, "The more intel we have, the less time we have to spend on legwork. And you did mention fast."
Gilead nods, passing some chips over. "here's what I've got on them," he says, looking regretful. "including location data."
The dossiers are simple. Ree Ree is supposedly a grade two initiate, good with spells but poor with spirits. He worked with PCC for years and years as a general troubleshooter, but he's of Ute heritage- and recent troubles with the Utes seemed to do a number on his pysche. He's become unhinged, attacking PCC holdings in a campaign of terrorism against the state that 'has sold out to the great nuyen god and abandoned its native brothers.'
His two associates are relative unknowns, but Tommy Running-Hawk has been in prison several times for assault charges.
The area is up in Pike National Forest. Thickly wooded, mountainy. Perfect place for people to hide.
Nate takes the chip, pulling out his swish new pocket secratry with the extra large screen. Slotting the stick he peruses the data, "I'm not great with that kind of territory but if we can stalk them rather than the other way around, we should be good."
"Well Oi'm a mundane, but Oi can hold my own," says Haley as she looks over the info with her own poc-sec. She scratches the side of her head thinking as she says, "So if we got any magic usas Oi'm gonna need help resistin' spells. Just keep a watch on me an' watch me put a smile on this Ree Ree Reeject's face."
Gilead nods towards Haley. "I can provide some protection from magic for you. I'm not… really experienced in battle, so it will perhaps be the best use of my skills."
«Plot» Haley says, "In the file does it explain what Tommy's Specialty is as an adept?"
«Plot» Gilead says, "no. Just that he's been in the pen for assault. It's mum on anything about the other associate, just calling her Delicate Flower."
«Plot» Haley says, "Thank you :)"
You say "Any other questions?"
Nate shakes his head, "If this is everything we've got, like I said just need half an hour to arrange gear delivery."
Holding up her right index finger, Haley gives a firm nod as she says, "Just one." She smiles and looks around to her companions as she asks, "Who's drivin'?"
Annie takes a look at the chip once Nate finishes, pulling up some maps and checking the distance to Denver. "Yeah, I could be on the road within an hour."
«OOC» Annie says, "How far is it from denver, then how many miles off road?"
Gilead laughs nervously again. "Well, I'm not," he says. "No car. Not sure if I've ever driven before, myself."
It's actually within the PCC FTZ, and the 'segment' is around 3-4 miles off the road.
"Well Oi guess afta a few other purchaces, Oi'll hafta start lookin' for a noice car," says Haley as she stands from the table. She pulls her skirt down to make sure she is covered before taking up her purse. She looks around to the others and she says, "Oi'll be ready ta go in about an hour too. Oi gotta go put on some different clothes."
«OOC» Nate will ring a contact to get some of his gear delivered.,
«Plot» Gilead says, "looks like it's time for legwork & getting ready poses."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) has the Contact Randy Johnson with the following information (only to Gilead):
-----> Contact for Nate (#10554) <-----
Contact Name: Randy Johnson
Level: 1
Type: corp contact
GM Note: Randy was Nate's contact with home base. Nate being a deniable operative meant never stepping foot in his employers buildings, Randy was the handler assigned to him and probably plenty of others. When Nate was cut loose after getting his SIN criminalised again Randy stayed in touch with him during his off work hours. Nate still doesn't know which company was employing him and Randy won't say but he does seem to come up with juicy little bits from the corporate world from time to time.
GM Note: Use the stats for Mr. Fix-It (pg47 MR J's LBB) but substitute human, and without the cyberware.
«OOC» Gilead says, "+Roll etiquette of the appropriate form! tn is 4."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Etiquette vs TN 4 for "Please Randy!":
2 4 5 = 2 Successes
«Plot-Page» (To: Nate) Gilead says, "Oh, yeah. I can hook you up. Got a guy that can get it to you in about half an hour, forty-five minutes. Four hundred yen sound good?""
«Plot-Page» (To: Gilead) Nate says, "Null sheen chummer, thanks for the fix! You got my usual details, I'll drop the cash in."
Nate flicks open his phone, dials a number and goes through explaining where a cache of gear is kept and where he needs it delivered. Seeming to be a positive conversation he slaps the phone shut again and pockets it. "An hour and I'm ready."
Exchanging contact information, Haley says, "Oi'll need a pick up," to Annie. She smiles and nods to Nate saying, "See ya in a bit hon." She then heads out of the restaurant. Getting back into the UCAS is a lot more easy than exiting it into the PCC. She passes the boarder and heads to her small home, entering she changes into her work clothes, tucking her helmet into her purse."
Gilead doesn't seem to need to make any preparations. He merely finishes his meal, carefully and precisely, and tries to calm the excitement threatening to rush through him. Eventually he's done, and he goes and finds a small park to wait in until it's go-time, ocassionally brushing dust off of his clothes and talking on his cellphone. "Yes, they took the price," he says. "We'll get the job done, don't worry. Mmm? Oh, yes, the resteraunt was very good. Very authentic. Heartburn, though. And I assume It'll feel like trying to pass glass shards, later…"
Nate orders a non-alchoholic drink to pass the time while he waits for his dropoff, then borrows the restaurant toilet to get into some more armour, all legal of course. In the end being ready for pickup in an hour with his secure jacket on and duffel bag slung.
Annie gets rendezvous coordinates from the rest of the team, then heads off to pick up her 'working' vehicle. Fortunately it is currently in Pueblo sector from a job the previous day, so the process does not take long. She spends a few minutes checking everything over - kicking the tires, checking ammo loads, etc. The usual. -. Once satisfied her gear and accompanying vehicles/drones are up to spec she heads toward the designated meetup point.
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls Magical Rumors:
1 1 2 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls Magical Threats:
5 5 8 17
Gilead climbs aboard. "Thanks for the ride, Miss," he says. "Forgive my curiosity, but.. are you -the- Annie? -The- Breeze?" He smiles. "You're a living legend," he adds. "I'm very pleased to make your aquaintance."
"Thank you for choosing Johnny Cab," says the automated plastic cabby as Haley climbs into the vehicle. She says, "Oh Oi love Johnny Cab, you're just so wondahful." She gives the address to the rally point saying, "Now if you'll be so kind." The cabby says, "Have you there in a jiffy." It then begins to chatter off about various sights to see around Denver. It takes her about a half hour to get to the meeting point. She slots a credstick into the cabby's payment tab and then climbs out once the maglocks release her.
Nate steps up after Gilead, looking around inside with a grin, "Nice digs." Taking a seat he slaps his bag down on the floor. "Very swish." That's a Hutch stamp of approval right there.
Climbing up into the RV, Haley takes a seat crossing her legs at the ankle. Now that she's out of view of the general population she pulls a machine pistol from her purse along with a strap for it. She arranges it so that she can easily grab it if need be. Six clips of ammo are pulled from the bag and slid into slots on her belt. That settled, its time for the finishing touches. A small makeup compact is withdrawn from the purse and she begins to make sure her makeup is looking its best.
Annie chuckles and nods to Gilead, "That's me…I go by Breeze mostly. The Annie thing is a contraction of a long time alias I've gone by.", she waits for the others to climb inside and then follows suit. The doors swing shut and then ears pop as the interior of the Bison pressurizes. There aren't any windows visible, apparently the owner considers armor plates to be better than glass in a supposedly secure vehicle. A moment later the engine rumbles and the Bison pulls away from the curb.
Annie takes her seat toward the front of the vehicle and straps herself in firmly. "Obie", she addresses the vehicle, "Get us to those map coordinates I gave you earlier. Standard low profile travel protocols alpha niner slash delta."
Pike National Forest. There are a lot of trees here. A -lot- a lot. A lot of hills and and craggy bits, a lots of birds and bees. Well, not so many bees. It's still a little cold. Lots of trees, too. Did I say that already? I think I'm making a point.
It's late afternoon, cold and overcast. Gilead shivers a little bit, his teeth chattering. "It's cold," he murmurs. "Is our assumption that, as he's been making his attacks by night, he sleeps by day?" He asks. "It seems reasonable." Another pause. "I think we're here."
Nate tilts his head and works his throat, "Augh, it's like flyin' again." Fiddling in his ear with one finger he groans, "Anyone got a mint or somethin'?"
"Oh it depends on how much into ware he is," says Haley cheerfully, "The docta I useda work with could stay awake for days. Plottin' an' plannin', plannin' an' plottin." She shrugs her shoulders and she says, "I useda take some longhaul justa keep up with him." She laughs, a rapid fire ha ha ha as she says, "Boy howdy, that stuff makes you pass OUT when you're done, that's for sure."
«OOC» Annie says, "What time is it by the time we arrive?"
«OOC» Gilead says, "about 330 in the afternoon."
«OOC» Annie says, "Sunset is around 6:30 or something like that this time of year"
"Hmm, looks like a lot of trees.", Annie observes as she goes over the incoming sensor data from the Bison, "It's only three or four miles on foot. Sunset is in 3 hours, so we would likely be arriving right around dusk. Assuming the ground cover isn't too thick."
Nate nods as they arrive, "We out in the country? No spectators around?" Assuming ana ffirmative answer he opens up his bag and pulls out a short rifle, checking it isn't cocked and slings it over his body. A couple more mags of ammo going into pockets. Glancing over as recon is given, "Sounds good, if we can approach from an unexpected angle, even better."
You say "Right," nodding. "Perhaps… perhaps I could call up a spirit of the forest, see if it can search?" He glances at Nate and nods. "Might be some, but just hunters and the like. A couple gunshots might not be too noticable. Best not make it too extreme, though."
"Oh hon," says Haley as she watches Nate working on his rifle, "We gotta getcha somethin' really good." She smiles brightly as she says, "If ya help me out with a job Tuesday, Oi'll getcha a nice snipa rifle, kay?" She pulls out her helmet, a bisected red and black kevlar and densiplas model. She begins to strap it on her head after letting her pigtails down for comfort's sake.
Nate grins and taps his rifle, "Silenced, so no worries from me." Then he glances at Haley with a quizzical grin, "This is good enough as a sniper rifle, it's just compact. I don't fancy anything too big and clumsy. Thanks for the offer though." He scratches the back of his head and nods, "Ready as I'll ever be."
Gilead idly reaches a hand into his tunic and strokes his tiny hold-out pistol. "Gunfire…" he murmurs. "Fascinating. Hopeflly, I won't need it. If the sharpshooter here," he nods at Nate, "Is lucky, at least. Bullets kill everything, right?"
Annie parks the Bison, then spends a few moments tweaking the normal 'Mystery Machine' paint motif to a more location friendly snowy camo effect. The vehicle shudders as several drones launch from the drone bays. Annie hooks her RCD to the utility harness she wears over her armor, grabs a cardboard packing box, and then pops the doors so the others can exit.
Once outside she modifies her clothing and visible armor with a winter wonderland forester pattern courtesy of a fashion spell. "Anyone need anything else before we plunge into the 'wild'?"
Nate follows Annie out, leaving the now empty duffel bag in the vehicle, won't need that if everything goes tits up. "Not here. Everyone got encrypt comms?" He taps the box strapped onto his belt and adjusts the subvocal mic around his neck.
"Otha than the name of a doctah that can install culcha'd bioware, an' has a clinic to do," Haley says, "Not much." She pulls out a comlink from her pocket and puts it in place she says, "Oh sure hon, Oi got encryption six." She flips through channels and she says, "So whateva channel you gois wanna use, Oi'm good for."
Gilead shakes his head. "No," he says. "I'm afraid not." He adjusts his tunic. "I'll just try to keep close." He holds up a hand, snaps, triggering a little bit of flame over his index finger… then another snap, and the fire is replaced by a little spark of lightning. He closes his hand. "Good," he murmurs. "There's no astral pollution out here."
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep- but they have secrets, and they keep. The forest is strangly quiet as the party enters, a pristine realm of snow and wood. The temperature's cold, about one degree celsius with some intense wind going on. Gilead shivers again and looks up into the overcast sky. "So… how are we finding them?"
"Well, Oi don' know much about tha woods, but Oi' guess we'd kinda listen for 'em. You gotta imagine that they'll be makin' the animals scared so we kinda listen for quiet places," suggests Haley as she looks around the area.
Nate gestures at Annie, "She can spy 'em. Simple. I'll tune to 117.23." Then he tunes his comm in and takes a few steps away from the group, heading into the forested area.
Annie walks around to the rear of the Bison where a silverish mini-blimp is hovering a meter above the ground. She opens the cardboard box, pulls out a vehicle adapted MGL-12 and spends a couple of minutes attaching it to one of the drones fixed firmpoints. Once completed she steps back and taps a few keys on her RCD. The drone whirrs for a few seconds as its pilot adapts to the new hardware, then it abruptly begins rising into the air and fades from view, courtesy of it's ruthenium stealth systems.
Annie nods to the others, "Probably best to keep comms quiet as much as possible. No idea what sort of capabilities they might have as far as scanning." She pulls her greatcoat tightly about herself, then pulls on her gloves, "Alright, I am ready."
«OOC» Gilead says, "are your drones searching the area, annie?"
«OOC» Annie says, "Yep…going up to their flight ceiling or just under the cloud cover, whichever is lower. Flight ceiling is 3000 feet."
«OOC» Annie says, "They will be patrolling the area where our target supposedly is hanging out. Mapping heat sources etc."
«OOC» Gilead nods. Sensor tests.
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls 5 + 2 (clearsight) for "Sensor Test, Rotodrone 1":
1 1 1 1 4 8 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls 5 + 2 (clearsight) for "Sensor Test, Rotodrone 2":
1 4 5 5 5 11 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls 6 for "Sensor Test, Ghost":
1 1 2 2 4 5
«Plot-Page» (To: Annie) Gilead says, "heat blooms are easy in this cold. there's a map out of several things too small to be the targets… and then there's a hugely hot heatbloom (fire hot) about a klick and a half away from you, underneath a craggy outcropping, with three smaller contacts around it. all human-sized."
Annie waits for a few seconds, operating in Captains chair mode while she follows the other team-members, then speaks up as the drone sensor telemetry starts rolling in. "Got what appears to be a campfire with three human sized contacts about a half-klick..", she pauses and then points in a direction, "…that way."
Watching the drones go up Haley smiles wide and tracks them as far as she can by eye. She stuffs her hands into the pockets of her parka as she looks around the area, trying to keep an eye out for anyone observing them. All in all she sticks close to Gilead, he's the one that's supposed to keep her safe from spells. She hears then Annie's directions and she nods saying, "Sounds great, we'll go ovah there, do the job, pack up an' head home."
Nate pads out apparently heading in first on foot. Lifting boots high and crumping deep into the snow with each step. His breath mists as he looks around calmly, searching for movement as he heads in. When Annie pipes up he glances to check direction, and then alters course to head in that direction.
«OOC» Gilead says, "okay. perception checks as you get closer."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Intelligence for "natural thermo":
1 2 3 3 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Intelligence (to Gilead) for "Perception!":
1 1 2 2 4 5 9 19
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 4 8 9 11
«OOC» Gilead says, "and is someone on point, or are we moving more or less as a 'quiet' mass?"
«OOC» Nate says, "That or me. I don't mind either way."
«OOC» Annie will tag the contacts on my battletac systems and keep an eye on them. Have my RCD notify me via vibrate mode if they begin any unusual movement. Other than that…I want to keep an eye out for deadfalls, tripwires etc, use my staff to check the footing ahead of me.
«OOC» Gilead is fine with Nate being on point.
«OOC» Haley is sticking next to Gilead.
«OOC» Nate says, "annie raises a good point."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Intelligence for "Nat thermo KP1":
2 3 3 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Intelligence for "Thermo, Lowlight, Hearing Amp, High/low Freq.":
1 1 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 9
«Plot-Page» (To: Haley) Gilead says, "As you're walking… you have your eyes out ahead, and it appears that there's something hidden between the trees just a couple of meters ahead of nate…"
Gilead creeps along in the cold, his little pistol now in his hand, his teeth chattering… his cloak doesnt provide much warmth, and he's privately promising himself to buy an actual coat. "Are we getting close?" He murmurs.
Balling up a snowball Haley plaster's the back of Nate's head with it. She looks ahead of him intently, waiting for him to turn on her. She bites her upper lip to keep from laughing at the wet smack of the snowball.
You paged Annie with 'you notice a suprising amount of deer stands in the area. all unoccupied, but someone's set this place up to have a -lot- of good firing positions from.'.
«Plot-Page» (To: Gilead) Haley says, "On the ground?"
«Plot-Page» (To: Haley) Gilead says, "yes'm. Very small and round."
Nate steps through the snow with a prepared calm, ahead of the group, eyes out for sight of the targets and their campfire. The snowball totally throws him off as he stops up against a tree and turns back with a scowl on his face to eyeball the rest of the team. Silently.
Pointing ahead of Nate, Haley indicates a ground and makes a circle with her fingers and then blossoms her fingers upwards like an explosion. She shakes her head and makes a hssst sound trying to keep comm channels quiet and from herself making too much noise.
«OOC» Gilead says, "nate, perception test, again."
Annie stops when the rest of the team indicates something is awry. Even taking a few involuntary steps backward as the 'explosive' gesticulation begins.
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 3 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Intelligence for "KP2!":
1 2 2 2 3 9
And now nate sees it. A small disk, mostly hidden by the snow, of dull gunmetal grey ceramics.
Or, as we like to call them in the biz:
a FUCKING landmine.
Nate turns back at Haley's wild gesturing and frowns as he scans the floor. His eyes widen slightly as he spots the mine and quickly scans more ground in case of others. Crouching down he also scans through the trees, in case this were a sigh of impending proximity to the camp. Bringing up his rifle he makes use of the low-light scope as much as possible to aid him in that.
«Plot» Haley says, "Do I see footprints around that are not ours?"
Camp is still half a klick out. No obvious footprints… well, a few pawprints.
While the others take a moment to deal with the mine, Annie jacks back into her RCD to check the ongoing drone telemetry.
«Plot-Page» (To: Annie) Gilead says, "The contacts haven't moved much, just in and around the camp. Seems like they may be getting a meal."
Keeping her voice as low as she can, Haley says, "Oi wish we had a bunny." She lifts her brows and she nudges Gilead and asks, "Can your spirits find the mines for us?" She's a mundane, no idea what magic can and can't do.
Gilead glances at Haley. "Possibly," he says. "But it may take a service for each mine, and…" he swallows. "If they go off, our stealth is blown. Perhaps we should merely… tread carefully. If they've laid mines, they may be expecting those to give them warning."
Nate shakes his head at the mine, drawing a line in the snow with a gloved hand a foot or so away from it and then giving it a wide berth. His focus is now on finding tripwires and mines. And monowire tripwires, ugh.
«OOC» Gilead says, "gimme another perception test, nate."
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 1:
4
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Intelligence for "God, not again.":
1 2 2 3 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Intelligence for "God, not again. KP3!":
1 1 1 4 5 5
«OOC» Nate says, "Stand. -_-"
«OOC» Gilead says, "okay. keep going. :)"
«OOC» Annie is going to cast a spell…
«OOC» Gilead says, "go for it, annie! what spell?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) has the Spell Detect Explosives with the following information:
------> Spell for Annie (#5398) <------
Spell Name: Detect Explosives
Force: 6
Spell Type: Detection
Target: DT
Drain Code: +1M
GM Note: Custom spell written by Annie
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 10 - 1 (air spell) + 6 (power focus) vs TN 6 for "Detect Explosives, sustaining as we move.":
1 1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 8 8 10 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 10 - 1 (air spell) + 6 (power focus) - 3 vs TN 6 for "Detect Explosives, sustaining as we move. kp 1/27":
1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 7 8 11 17 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 4 for "Resist 4M":
1 1 1 1 1 2 2 4 4 4 5 5 5 8 = 7 Successes
You paged Annie with 'you're going to get a total of four explosives gathered around the area. none currently in nate's path.'.
«Plot» Gilead says, "in case it matters, all 6 of my spell pool dice are allocated to spell defense."
Annie jacks out of her cyberdeck, giving a sign language gesture for 'hold a sec'. She lowers her head and concentrates for a moment as she casts a spell. Suddenly four 'Pings' pop into her consciousness, each one indicating an explosive source. «Alright», she subvocalizes after a moment over the comms, «Looks like we have four explosive sources nearby…no others on our current path within spell range. Will let you know if that changes.»
Gilead swallows hard and resumes forward motion, carefully picking his way through the snow, shivering hard with the cold.
«OOC» Gilead says, "okay, nate. you're on point. stealth, and another perception test."
«OOC» Gilead says, "everyone else, just pose creeping along."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Stealth:
1 2 2 2 3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Stealth for "KP4!":
2 3 5 5 8 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 2 3 3 16
Having delivered her message, Haley looks around her eyes looking for anything that might cause them to explode. She nods her head, her comm doesn't have a fancy subvocal mic. Then again as loud as she typically is speaking quiet might not be in her vocal range. She bobs her head as Gilead starts to move, apparently lost in her own internal sound track.
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Stealth for "Expect the gunfire to follow this roll":
2 4
Nate nods and raises a hand in acknowledgement of Annie and then sidestepping the one mine he dcan see heads onwards towards camp!
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 4:
2 4 4 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 4:
1 3 4 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 6:
1 2 3 3 3 10
«OOC» Gilead says, "distance equals fail."
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Stealth for "No botch plz":
2 8
As nate creeps along, and the night begins to fall: firelight slowly becomes visible, smoke creeping out from under a jagged crag. There below it three forms sit: one large, one medium-sized, one other, slightly smaller. They're eating something out of bowls. The smaller one has a rifle nearly five feet long at her side.
Nate crouches down as the camp comes into view. Carefully putting a knee down into the snow, trying not to make much noise, bracing his rifle as he scopes in. Bringing the targets up into the crosshairs, scanning each, checking for possible weaponry other than the obvious rifle. Doing a threat assessment.
«OOC» Gilead says, "but peeking through trees from a distance is imposing a penalty on the doods."
«OOC» Nate has vision mag 3 +thermo and low-light to spy on thems.
Annie crouches down behind a tree, then peeks around it to observe the camp. A moment later she switches to astral perception, checking for any spirits that might be serving the dog shaman and patrolling the area.
Wiggling her fingers in anticipation Haley looks forward towards the camp. She allows a smile to spread across her lips she leans with her back against one of the trees looking down at her hands in silent promise. She turns and leans around the side of the tree and looks towards the camp waiting for a sign from the team when its time to move.
Three shapes. Sitting around a camp fire, all three human. The slim one is an woman. They're all dressed in very warm clothing. The biggest one has a pair of tomahawks strapped to his waist. To annie's astral vision, it's claer all three are awakened… but there are no spirits lurking around, eithier.
Commlink-Hutch> Nate risks using the comms, subvocalising, "Three targets. Human, axes, rifle."
«OOC» Gilead says, "Going to start lining up a shot, nate?"
The medium-sized figure also matches the file on Ree Ree.
«OOC» Nate will line up the small one with the rifle.
Commlink-Cookie> Haley says, "Hold."
«Plot-Page» (To: Annie) Gilead says, "The middle figure is a shaman, and he's glowing astrally… he's got an active focus."
Commlink-Cookie> Haley says, "Are they illusions?"
Commlink-Breeze> Annie says, "The middle target is shamanic. He has an active focus, and no spirits currently that i can see."
Commlink-Cookie> Haley says, "Pop away."
Gilead slides forward a little, quietly walking, doing his best to remain unobserved… but he's not very good at it…
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls Quickness:
2 2 3 8 16
«OOC» Gilead says, "bse tn will be 6. +2 of the glare: she's sitting across the fire from you."
«OOC» Nate says, "4 aim actions for the first then, second at 6."
«OOC» Gilead says, "right."
«OOC» Nate says, "If that's fine with you, would you like them both rolled, or separately?"
«OOC» Gilead says, "first one first, in case it kills the target outright. :)"
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "Base 12M":
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 5 5 5 7 7 9 11 = 12 Successes
«OOC» Nate says, "No mods to armour, it's ExEx."
«OOC» Gilead says, "right. she's wearing 8 ballistic. (fancy stuff). can't dodge. so rolling at tn 4, need… sixteen successes to be unharmed."
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 6 + Combat Pool: 10 vs TN 4:
1 1 1 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 10 = 9 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 6 + Combat Pool: 10 - 9 vs TN 4 for "kp 1/?":
1 1 2 3 3 4 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 6 + Combat Pool: 10 - 12 vs TN 4 for "kp 3/?":
1 2 4 5 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Gilead says, "she takes a Moderate wound. second shot?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 6 for "Second":
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 8 9 9 10 11 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 - 5 vs TN 6 for "Second KP5":
2 2 4 4 4 5 5 5 9 = 1 Success
«OOC» Nate says, "Stand at 6."
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 6 vs TN 4:
1 1 2 4 5 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 6 - 3 vs TN 4 for "kp 4??":
2 5 17 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Nate says, "6 boxes."
«OOC» Gilead says, "hai. two shots, dead on. She's hurting bad, but has survived."
«OOC» Gilead says, "after your pose, we go to +init."
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Initiative with a result of 18.
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls Initiative with a result of 6.
Nate sights carefully through the fire, the glare is a little irritating, especially with the low-light scope, but he simply focuses for a while. Whispering over comm just before the first silenced shot, «Go.» The caseless rifle barely even jerks as he pulls the trigger, two smooth motions and two fragmentary bullets bury themselves through the thick armour of the enemy physad.
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Initiative with a result of 23.
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Initiative with a result of 27.
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) uses 2 of item 2: ExEx Rifle Rounds from Rifle (#8798).
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 1 for "+7 shaman":
4
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 3 for "+9 rifle adept":
1 2 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 2 for "+8 edged adept":
1 2
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) puts on her "Ares HD-2 Helmet"<=armor (#8316, Item 5).
«Plot» Gilead says, "Annie 27, Nate 23, Haley 18, rifle 17, edged 11, Shaman 11, Gilead 6, Annie 17, Nate 13, Haley 8, rifle 7, edged 1, Shaman 1, Annie 7, Nate 3."
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + 6 (power focus) vs TN 5 for "F6 D Stunbolt.":
1 1 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 10 21 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + 6 (power focus) - 4 (successes) vs TN 5 for "F6 D Stunbolt. kp 2/27":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Annie says, "Stand there."
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Willpower vs TN 2 for "Resist 2 D Drain.":
1 1 2 3 4 5 5 5 5 7 10 11 = 10 Successes
«OOC» Nate cringes, f6D. Ow.
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 5 + 3 (magic resistance) + 3 (spell defense) vs TN 6 for "unlikely, but possible.":
2 3 3 5 5 8 8 10 10 20 23 = 6 Successes
«OOC» Annie says, "Heh, nice roll"
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 5 + 3 (magic resistance) + 3 (spell defense) - 6 vs TN 6 for "unlikely, but possible. kp 1/?":
3 4 5 7 8 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Nate says, "Whoever I can shoot who is not disrupted by the fire?"
«OOC» Nate will shoot them.
«OOC» Gilead says, "your clearest shot is the edged weapons adept… tomahawk boy."
«OOC» Nate will put two in him, TN 4 + mods?
«OOC» Gilead would also like to say that this engagement is happening at a range of about 50m. just so you know, they won't be able to hop right on you.
«OOC» Gilead says, "just 4. :)"
«OOC» Nate is fine with it being up to 550 meters away really. D:
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "12M base":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 7 9 10 10 = 8 Successes
«OOC» Gilead can't justify that kind of LOS in heavy woods. :)
«OOC» Nate says, "12 to soak."
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 + Combat Pool: 8 vs TN 6 for "this guy's not as well armored.":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 11 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 + Combat Pool: 8 - 2 vs TN 6 for "this guy's not as well armored. kp 2/?":
2 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 8 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 + Combat Pool: 8 - 4 vs TN 6 for "this guy's not as well armored. kp 4/?":
1 1 1 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 7 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 + Combat Pool: 8 - 6 vs TN 6 for "this guy's not as well armored. kp 7/?":
1 1 1 2 3 3 5 5 11 11 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Gilead says, "and he can't do it again. wow, those were sucky rolls. takes an M, ready for the second bullet."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "12M again!":
1 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 5 9 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Rifles + Combat Pool: 4 - 7 vs TN 4 for "KP6":
1 2 4 5 7 10 17 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Nate says, "16 to soak, 10 to not die."
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 vs TN 6:
1 1 4 4 5 7 7 10 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 - 3 vs TN 6 for "kp 8/?":
1 1 1 2 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 - 3 vs TN 6 for "kp 10/10":
1 2 3 4 15 = 1 Success
«OOC» Gilead says, "dead."
«OOC» Gilead says, "annie's pose, then nate's."
«OOC» Haley says, "I'll move up as close as I can get and take cover behind a tree. I have a Quickness of 10."
«OOC» Gilead says, "sprinting?"
«OOC» Haley says, "Might as well, I use a light pistol so if I am going to get in any effective range before they're dead I need to run."
«OOC» Gilead says, "okay. athletics test?"
Annie peeks around the tree, fixing on a particular target. The optics in her goggles whirrs softly as it zooms, then displays range and a circular outline of her current estimated 'blast' range for area spells. This one isn't one of the latter. She raises a hand with forefinger and thumb forming a classic 'handgun' gesture and aims at one of the people around the campfire. "Blam!", she mouths to herself as she tosses a spell with a minimal amount of juice behind. She isn't really surprised when the target fails to drop…this scenario is pretty easy and she's gotten used to keeping reserves back for when the real excrement hits the fan.
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Athletics:
2 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Athletics for "KP 1/2":
3 4
Nate quickly resights on an easier target after drilling the one with a rifle. Switching to the largest target he sights quickly, pulls the trigger, once, twice. The rifle whispers, a little cordite smell on the wind as the big adept drops, two gory holes opening up on his torso as the bullets drive past his armour and fragment inside, rending his guts into shreds.
«OOC» Gilead says, "5 was enough. you added to your quickness… i'll let you cover 8 meters this pass. i would also like a perception test from you."
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Intelligence (to Gilead) for "Perception":
2 2 2 4 4 4 5 5
As Haley runs past a tree, her foot snags in something… and there's a zipping sound…
«OOC» Gilead says, "haley, would you like to roll ethier quickness or body vs. 8 to resist being pulled off your feet by the snare?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Quickness vs TN 8:
1 1 2 3 3 4 5 7 9 20 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Gilead says, "awesome! you keep your feet! include that in your pose!"
You paged Haley with 'standard trap-like snare, just trying to left you heels-over-head in the air.'.
«Plot» Gilead says, "rifle 17, edged 11, Shaman 11, Gilead 6, Annie 17, Nate 13, Haley 8, rifle 7, edged 1, Shaman 1, Annie 7, Nate 3."
«OOC» Gilead says, "rifle simple actions to ready her rifle, simple action to fire back across the forest while moving to cover."
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 vs TN 5 for "pain resistance covers penalties, improved laser sight, +2 tn for the movement she's pulling.":
1 2 3 4 4 4 9 9 = 2 Successes
Crunching through the snow, Haley moves as fast as she can towards the group. Her machine pistol is still slung at her side, the snow slows down her progression. She starts laughing at the movements through the snow that's when she feels a tug and hears the zip. She says, "Whups," and starts to be pulled into the air by her right ankle, she swings her left hand down at it, there's a thwang sound and she falls in a heap behind the tree. "What a snow job," she says as she starts to pick herself up from the floor.
«OOC» Gilead says, "target is nate. long-barreled variant of a standard sporting rifle."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) has the Armor Rating Ballistic with the value '0 (6)'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 - 2 vs TN 5 for "pain resistance covers penalties, improved laser sight, +2 tn for the movement she's pulling. kp 8/10":
1 1 3 4 5 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 - 4 vs TN 5 for "pain resistance covers penalties, improved laser sight, +2 tn for the movement she's pulling. kp 10/10":
1 2 4 8 = 1 Success
«OOC» Gilead says, "5 successes, base damage is 11s."
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Body vs TN 5 for "Sucks to be Nate!":
1 2 4 5 8 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Nate (#10554) rolls Body - 2 vs TN 5 for "Sucks to be Nate! KP7":
3 5 8 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Nate is forced to take the S.
«OOC» Gilead nods. edged is dead. will take the shaman's action, then pose them together.
«OOC» Gilead says, "Annie, willpower? Silly shaman's going to try to punch you with a manabolt."
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) has the Attribute Willpower with the value '6 (12)' (only to Gilead).
«OOC» Haley says, "Don't you know who she is? He doesn't know who she is. She's the JUGGERNAUT…ahem."
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 (sorcery) + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 12 (to Annie) for "oof.":
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 9 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Annie says, "Hey! I am taking it easy, letting everyone do their thing :)"
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 (sorcery) + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 12 (to Annie) for "oof. kp 1/10":
1 1 1 1 2 4 4 8 9 20 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 (sorcery) + Sorcery Pool: 2 - 1 vs TN 12 (to Annie) for "oof. kp 3/10":
1 2 3 3 3 5 5 8 16 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 8 (sorcery) + Sorcery Pool: 2 - 2 vs TN 12 (to Annie) for "oof. kp 6/10":
1 3 3 4 5 8 11 11 = 0 Successes
You paged Haley with 'he's standing on 2 successes. f8 spell, @ serious.'.
You paged Haley with 'mav'.
You paged Annie with 'he's standing on 2 successes. f8 spell, @ serious.'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 7 vs TN 4 for "resisting drain":
1 2 2 3 4 7 7 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Annie says, "Someone was giving me spell defense right?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 7 - 3 vs TN 4 for "resisting drain, kp 7/10":
1 2 3 9 = 1 Success
«OOC» Gilead will slip you 3 dice for it.
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 7 - 4 vs TN 4 for "resisting drain, kp 9/10":
1 2 3 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Gilead says, "he takes L drain, stun."
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Willpower + 3 (Spell defense) vs TN 8 for "Resist Spell! Need 2 Succs":
1 1 1 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 10 14 = 2 Successes
The big guy with the tomahawks going down, the camp starts to panic… but they're clearly experienced people. The woman, Delicate flower, no sooner has her rifle in her hand then she's dropping to a knee, apparently unhampered by her injuries, squeezing an explosive-tipped bullet at the sniper… and the shaman, too, is backing into cover, throwing his hands up in the air and conjuring some nastiness. His face twists and morphs as he does it, and it's almost like the party's staring at a snarling, scrawny dog…
«OOC» Gilead is going to throw a fireball. tn will be 8, due to cover.
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls Sorcery vs TN 8 for "force six fireball. BAM.":
1 1 1 3 9 11 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Gilead is casting @ moderate so i don't die.
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls Sorcery - 2 vs TN 8 for "force six fireball. BAM. kp 1/1":
2 3 4 4 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Gilead says, "magey mage will dodge."
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4 for "dodging the fireball":
3 4 5 5 5 8 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 6 vs TN 4 for "ouch. need 2 to stay standing.":
3 5 8 9 9 11 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 1:
3
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 1:
7
Gilead's hands flicker with power for a moment as the fight begins, and his own features are suddenly crowned by a storm, clouds and lightning and all that cool stuff as he raises his fingers. Fire gathers betwixt them and he makes a throwing motion- moments later there's an explosion of fire amid the camp, flames washing over everything. The shaman leaps into cover just in time, but the sniper is not so lucky. She's caught by the flames more directly, and while she doesn't go down… she's now ON FIRE.
«OOC» Nate says, "catching fire is 2d6 vs object resistance."
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 2 vs TN 8 for "totem bonus":
7 8 = 1 Success
«OOC» Nate says, "higher = catches fire"
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 2:
5 5
«OOC» Gilead says, "she is on fire."
«OOC» Nate says, "Cool. :)"
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls Willpower + 2 (totem bonus) vs TN 3 for "resisting D drain. Ow.":
1 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 = 6 Successes
«OOC» Gilead takes a light stun.
«OOC» Nate says, "6M to the on fire chick at the end of every full combat turn."
«Plot» Gilead says, "Annie 17, Nate 10, Haley 8, rifle 7,Annie 7"
«OOC» Annie says, "Another stunbolt, on the shaman this time."
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 10 vs TN 7 for "F6D Stunbolt on shaman.":
1 1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 10 10 11 15 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 10 - 4 (successes) vs TN 7 for "F6D Stunbolt on shaman. kp 3/27":
1 1 2 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 7 10 10 22 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 10 - 8 (successes) vs TN 7 for "F6D Stunbolt on shaman. kp 5/27":
2 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 9 10 13 16 = 4 Successes
«OOC» Gilead says, "oh shit. she has explosive ammo. o.O"
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Willpower vs TN 2 for "Resist 2D Drain":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 7 = 10 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 7 + 3 (spell defense) vs TN 6 for "resisting the stun!":
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 7 + 3 (spell defense) vs TN 6 for "resisting the stun! kp 10/10":
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 5 9 = 1 Success
«OOC» Gilead says, "2 successes will… not be enough."
«Auto-Judge[]» Gilead (#6581) rolls 6 vs TN 11 for "riflewoman resisting exploding ammo. 11s base.":
3 3 3 5 7 11 = 1 Success
Annie repeats the earlier process, now tracking the running mage who is happily outlined by a flaming aura of some sort. She murmurs 'Zot!' to herself more than anyone else and simulates a bit of recoil by bringing her finger up after the spell is fired. The air between Annie and the shaman shimmers momentarily like heat waves over a desert highway as the spell flickers across the intervening distance and when it intersects with her target, the shaman abruptly drops to the ground like a puppet who had its strings suddenly cut.
«OOC» Gilead says, "pose your spell. and im afraid, haley, that we're out of combat now. o.O woman's bullets explodedon her."
Nate takes that bullet hard, not being in his full armour because of the cold, wanting his insulated armour instead. "Agghhh," he cries out as the rifle is knocked from his grip by the bullet that makes a pretty mess of his right shoulder. Dropping back onto his arse in the snow he scrambles back around the tree for cover.
And then there's another explosion from the camp,as the rifle-adepts bullets go off. It's like popcorn, a good 30 rounds exploding into her. Her body shakes in its position, and then it falls apart bit by bit… no longer enough left of her to make a difference.
Quiet follows.
With a sigh, Haley looks towards the camp and she says, "Oi am very disappointed." She makes her way carefully up to the camp and she looks over the bodies. She picks up the edged weapon guy's body and positions him so he is kneeling over the body of the dead rifle adept. She strokes her fingers downwards from the edges of his mouth carving a large bloody frown across his face. She then moves over to the shaman and pulls the laces out of his boots. That done she moves back over to Tommy and laces the laces around his index fingers. Drawing the hands up to his eyes she laces the strings behind his head. She laughs and pulls her poc-sec from her pocket and starts taking pictures of the crying corpse.
Gilead is approaching and, about to say something… then Haley starts her thing and he just stairs.
Annie stands up from where she was crouching behind the tree, she mimes spinning a handgun in a gunslinger'ish flourish and walks slowly toward the unconscious shaman. She keeps an eye open for any potential surprises, then drops to one knee to examine the shaman once she arrives in proximity. She first checks to verify identity, then gives him a quick search for any useful gear. She looks over at Haley and cocks her head slightly, "Now that's just creepy.", she mutters to herself.
Nate himself groans and yelps as he grabs his shoulder and grasps the hole there, "Aw god, she was a good shot." He goes on like this, groaning about how bad the pain is.
Identity verified. This is, apparently, Ree Ree himself. Now unconcious.
That handled Haley walks over to Ree Ree and she kneels down next to him. Blood trickles down her index fingers as she claps her hands. She lifts her brows and laughs sharply, she says, "Oh goodness, Oi'm not so disappointed after all." She looks to Gilead and she asks, "We're supposed to kill him, right?"
Annie flicks her wrist in a practiced motion, the wrist-mounted spring sheath popping a dikoted throwing blade into her hand with a soft *snikt* sound. "This is definitely our guy.", she announces to anyone who is still paying attention. The knife comes down with a quick motion, opening his throat almost to the spinal cord.
Nate just makes those noises people make when they're in massive amounts of pain but don't really want to cry about it. Blood seeps from between his fingers, colouring the snow around him, as well as his coverall.
Annie pages: Did I find anything useful on him?
Gilead nods. "We are," he says, looking at the toyed-with bodies again, his eyes wider than usual… and then Annie delivers a kill blow, and he turns around to stare at that, too. He swallows.
"Is, um… everyone except our sharpshooter all right? That seemed hairy for a moment. They were faster than I anticpated." He pauses again. "You all were marvelous. Even the human."
Flipping her hands in the air, Haley protests, "You're no fun Breeze." She sighs looking down at the now dead shaman and stands up brushing her knees clean of dirt. She sighs softly and says, "Oi coulda really worked on him." She wipes the blood from her fingers onto his face making a smile on his cheeks. She says, "Ah well, next time Oi guess."
You paged Annie with 'but… hrm. you find a pouch on him with a unit of semi-precious gem radicals.'.
You paged Annie with 'and a custom Colt Deputy. Gold-plated barrel.'.
Nate groans and complains, "This is why I like to be further away. Two hundred bloody meters at least. Fuck me, this hurts. Auuughhh."
Gilead looks at Nate and walks over to him. "I can heal a little of that," he says. "I think. If you'll let me." He smiles, colour coming back into his cheeks. "I've never tried this out on anyone before!"
Nate grunts at him, "First aid first, you goon!" More blood seeps out.
Gilead blinks. "But I don't have a medkit," he points out. "And I don't know how to do -that-. Do I look like a doctor?"
Giving Nate a wide smile, Haley says, "If anyone's got a medkit, Oi can work on him." She wiggles her fingers and steps towards Nate looking over his wounds. She shakes her head and she says, "My kit is at home."
Nate rolls his head in disbelief, "We don't have anyone with a freakin' medkit? They tell -you- what to do. Ahhh!" He digs the heel of his hand into his shoulder more in a vain attempt to stem the bleeding.
Nate also curses the worlds population of elves, "Fuckin' useless pixies!"
Nate is rather annoyed. Pain does that to him.
Annie rises from her knee after cleaning her blade on the shamans shirt and returning the knife to its home. She pulls a pistol from the shamans corpse, a small pouch, and whatever focus he was using earlier. She then stands a moment watching the shaman and how the snow melts and steams as the blood flows freely from his wounds. She shakes her head from whatever her thoughts were and looks over to the bleeding sniper, "I've got a medkit and I can heal also.", she offers as she starts walking that way.
"Aw hon, this pixie is a trained medical professional," says Haley her good mood never dropping." She pats his shoulder as she turns away saying, "Oi guess we'll getcha to a nice round ear medic."
Nate exclaims, looking upwards, "Fuckin' finally! Not to be ungracious or anything." He pauses, grinding his hand in the blood, "But this fuckin' hurts!" The last is almost shouted, but he just about keeps his cool in the PCC forests.
Gilead frowns. "Do you want any healing at all?" He asks, coldly. "We could just leave you at the nearest hospital, where there are no elves. I'm sure your own kind would be better for you than -us-."
He turns towards Annie. "Did you find his focus?" He asks. "They want that as proof of his death." He walks towards her, and then looks at the bodies. "If that's found, perhaps I should burn them the rest of the way. To remove evidence of our passing?"
Annie pulls her savior kit from its home on her hip and stops a few feet from Nate. "Go ahead and get comfortable, this could take a few moments.", she follows up these words by tossing a Resist Pain spell on Nate to hold him over until the medkit does it's work.
Nate sighs with some relief as the resist pain spells drops on him. Also relaxing his hand some, which causes more blood to well up in the wound and begin to run down his coverall. "Ach!" He slams his hand back in, but with no pain, no flinching.
Annie tosses the focus to Gilead, "Yeah, I found it.", she returns her attention to Nate and begins working on him with the aid of the medkit.
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls 6 (medkit comp dice) vs TN 8 for "Comp Dice @ 2:1 Success Ratio":
1 2 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Gilead says, "nate's right."
«OOC» Annie says, "Heh"
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls 6 (medkit comp dice) vs TN 8 for "Comp Dice @ 2:1 Success Ratio. kp 8/27":
2 2 3 5 9 15 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Biotech vs TN 8 for "First Aid!":
2 2 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Biotech vs TN 8 for "First Aid! kp 9/27":
2 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Biotech vs TN 8 for "First Aid! kp 11/27":
4 4 14 17 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 10 + 6 (power focus) vs TN 4 for "F9 Heal Spell.":
1 1 2 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 7 7 8 8 = 12 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 4 for "Resist 9M Drain.":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 10 = 5 Successes
Nate is forced to move his hand away to allow Annie to chop open his armour and get to work with the medkit. Then the spell drops and he feels better than ever. "Wow, thanks. That's perfect." his tone of voice is much calmer now as he sits up, rubbing his shoulder experimentally.
Gilead grabs the focus and stashes it in his cloak. "Good," he says, and starts rolling the shaman's body into the campfire. Before you know it, the wretched smell of burning flesh fills the air. He smiles a little. "there," he says. "There's enough snow out that the fires won't spread…" He looks at Haley. "I'd do it to tomahawk boy, too, but I wouldn't dare disturb your art."
Annie finishes using the medkit on Nate, sets it on the ground next to her, then positions her hands over the wound as she closes her eyes in concentration. The spell activates and the magical energy flows through her palms and is quickly absorbed by Nates damaged aura. Nate feels for a moment as if he were dunked head first into an ice cold lake, then the wound is gone as the flesh rapidly knits at preternatural speeds. Finally she shakes the hair from her eyes and leans back, "There ya go", she murmurs to her patient, "Good as new."
Annie uses a sterilize spell to clear the area where Nate was bleeding out, then spends a few more minutes cleaning her spell signatures from the astral tapestry.
Nate staggers up to his feet, shaking his head and groaning, "Bloody cold out here. I guess none of that ammo survived the fire huh? Waste." He shakes his head, "Fuckin' hurt. Sorry for yellin' at yers." He nods to Gilead and Haley.
A smile shows at Gilead's comment and Haley says, "It's so nice to see someone that appreciates good art." She pats the elf on the shoulder as she says, "Shoulda seen the last one Oi made. Oi hung a guy up like a puppet using his chummer's intestines. It was a real laugh. Oi bet their buddies were stunned when they came home."
Gilead smiles a little, licking his lips. "delicious," he tells Haley, then turns to the others. "Are we prepared to leave?" He says. "Mission accomplished, roundears healed, campfire songs sung?" He wipes his forehead. "I have an awful headache," he announces.
Nate rolls his right arm around, pulling his rifle back into a comfortable slung position with his left, nodding with a slightly rueful look on his face.
«OOC» Annie says, "Ok, my drones will continue monitoring the area from overhead, my bison will monitor the local police frequencies to make sure noone reported the shots. It's got a scanner attached to the Tactical Comm master unit."
Nate himself keeps a hold of his newly cut up winterized coverall and form fitting, to prevent too much heat escaping for the trek back. With the rest of the team as a group avoiding the minefield on the way out, shan't forget that. With drones overhead fear of being ambushed is low, so his guard is down
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