GM: Vulcan
Players: Haley, Wastelander
Synopsis: Wastelander and Haley are hired to do some good work for Orktown by a crochety Jay. Frozen hijinx and pinpoint accuracy ensue.
Date: February 21, 2070
You know. This is the part they leave out in the movies. The part where your contact calls you, tells you whats what, and where to be for the what that is whating. What you get told about the what thats whatting, is that its a simple job. A package deal of 3 runners, 30k total payout. It's simple. There's a small facility somewhere in the area of Ork Town thats underground and drawing its water from an aquifer. It's leaking, and believe it or not, the people want to clean up. They are trying to put a water filter on one of Orktowns wells, but they can't exactly be direct about it. So they want runners to go in and install the filter, on the quiet. Or at least, on the deniable.
Meet Mr. Johnson at the WhataBurger on Chambers and Quincy. Yeah, its been closed down for 30 years, but the back room is still a useful meetspot.
Having gotten the message about work Haley looks at her poc-sec taking in the details. She gets dressed in the coffin tube, wiggling into her jacket. Grabbing her pistol she slides it into her bulky purse. Inching her way out of the tube she closes the door and listens to it go through the sterilization process. That handled she catches a ride in a Johnny Cab to the proper WataBurger. Her mind already going over the WataDeal menu.
This whole… getting called for work, people offering him money, it makes Wastelander nervous. But the possibility of ten thousand more nuyen in his proverbial pockets, well.. let's just say he may have done it for twenty.
Still, the meet's in the Warrens, so there's no point in being stupid. He gets there at the right time, carefully shuffling in. He's not wearing his goggles and respirator, but he -is-wearing his rifle over the shoulder. "What's Squib setting me up for…" he murmurs. "Folk wiht money never want to help those wiv'out." He sighs, adjusting his straps and stepping in. "But we'll see."
Looks like you and everyone in the neighborhood has gone over the menu in the 3 decades the restaruants been vacant. Mmmm. Feces.
Once you all arrive, two trolls wearing no gang colors, dressed in track suits, gesture the group in to the back. Once in the back, assuming no one starts a random brawl, you will see a table. Two human form chairs. They are set up to see a tele-screen, with a microphone in the middle. It's all run off a battery pack and a radio relay.
"Oy," says Haley distressed, her high pitch Brooklyn accent cutting through the still air. She shakes her head and takes a seat in one of the chairs that have been placed out. She looks down at the telecom and taps the screen carefully. She crosses her legs at the knee and gets comfortable waiting for everyone to arrive.
Wastelander could brawl, he supposes, but he'd probably be shot in the back. He shuffles in, looking about nervously, eying the trolls. He picks one of the human-sized chairs, staring at it, and moves it so its back is as close to facing a wall as he canmamange it while still seeing the screen, and the ork sits down in it, breathing heavily, his eyes still darting around the room.
"Don't poke me until everyone is here. I'm a busy man!."
When all three chairs register someone in them (Ooh pressure sensors!) the screen lights up.
It shows an old dude, probably 70s. You know, so old he pre-dates the awakening, dragons, megacorps and indians with delusions of nation-hood. He has a sort of military look to him, that square jawed, short cropped hair -anger- that permiates his soul and seeps out the pour of his skin.
"Oh good. You're all here!" he says with a smile. "Everyone comfortable?"
Wastelander blinks. He's pretty sure- 99 percent sureity, in fact- that no one has -ever- asked him if he's comfortable. He shifts in place a little, not certain how to answer… and aborts to a lame joke. "Could use massage with happy ending."
Looking at her companion, Haley turns and looks back to the old soldier. She says with a smile, "Very much so, thank you." She looks around and she says, "This place sure has changed." Her rapid fire ha ha ha laugh cuts through the air. She looks back to the screen saying, "How can we help you?"
«Plot» Haley says, "Do I hear the hiss of a WNG?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Yes."
"Mr. Dronk?" Asks the screen.
The larger of the two trolls steps in to the room. "Yessir Mr. Trask?"
"This man requires Shiatsu with Bangkok style ending. Provide it upon the completion of the mission."
The Troll grunts, looking over at Wastelander.
Wastelander looks over at the troll, eyes widening a little bit. "Um. Hrm. Was… joke." He looks down at the floor for a moment. "Not serious."
The man in the LED screen eyes Wastelander. "I'm Milton Fisk Trask, and I don't have time for lollygaggers, jokers, assclowns, stupid talk, hippies, vagrants, vegitarians, commies, democrats, republicans, Californians, Aztlanners, technocrats, sissies, maggots, queers, steers or raindeer. If you are any of the above, shut the fuck up and lets get to business. If you're not one of those, still, shut the fuck up and let me get to business." A pause.
"Assclown."
Pondering the list Haley counts on her fingers, ticking off which ones she isn't. She shrugs her shoulders and looks at the man on the screen. She props her elbow on her knee and then leans forward to rest her chin on her knuckles.
Wastelander doesn't reply, just listens.
Trask is silent for a moment. "A long while back I was involved in a program." He says simply. "A program I an not going to detail or explain, nor defend. Sufficed to say, it's biproducts are in danger of contaiminating a well. I wish this filter placed on the well. It will for the forseeable future, filter any harmful materials. Your job is to install it. Can you handle this?"
"Assuming it has instructions to follow, it shouldn't be a problem," says Haley with a shrug. She looks to Wastelander and she waits for his confirmation of this. Her hands rest on her lap folded one on top of the other.
Wastelander looks up. "I can," he says. "Probably." He falls silent again, glancing over at Haley, biting his lip for a moment, then back at Trask. "Instructions aren't necessary, I think. Water filters are simple enough."
The screen-man nods then. "I see. Mr. Dronk. Provide the Ork with the filter."
Mr. Dronk nods, then turns in to the darkness. After a moment, he returns with a small device with a water-inflow and water-outflow port, but is otherwise entirely sealed. It's been weathered, and painted to look 'old'. Presumably so no one gets suspicious of the new part on the well and beats it with a hammer.
Mr. Dronk winks at Wastelander. "YOu got nice shoulders." he says, setting the quarter-keg like device on the table.
"Mr. Dronk!" Says Trask. "No queers."
"Yessir, Mr. Trask Sir."
As the filter is placed down before Wastelander, Haley nods her head once. She looks back to Mister Trask and she asks, "Oi'm assuming that we will be paid half up front and half on completion?" She glances to Mister Dronk and she says, "One of your companions will have the remainder of our pay?"
Wastelander takes the piece and turns it over in his hands. "Looks simple enough," he says, quietly, not joining the discussion about pay. "The paint won't hold up to much attention, but noone will likely pay much. I wouldn't."
"Payment will be half now, half upon completion, correct." Says Mr. Trask then. He nods to Dronk, who then produces a credstick. It's set to 10,000 Nuyen. (Edit from the initial offer of 30, due to player dropout)
Collecting her credstick, Haley says, "Sounds great, Oi thank ya." She tucks the credstick into her right hip pocket. She looks around once again before her eyes settle back on the monitor.
"Be ready to take notes." Says Mr. Trask. "I don't believe in giving tracable data." He says.. his screen goes dark, replaced by maps, information and other such needfuls to find a well.
Wastelander nods, and watches as the data flashes in front of him, taking a couple of small notes on a scrap of paper. "Will be accomplished as soon as we get down there," he says. "How many people want to stop us?"
Pulling out her poc-sec from her purse, Haley takes a photo of the map and she dictates the information into the handheld. The machine beeps contentedly it having learned already how to handle her accent through voice training. That settled she looks towards Wastelander as he asks his question and then back to the screen.
"The PugUglies are a small time hood that control that area. They have a clubhouse directly over the well. They don't really seem to know what it is for, only that when they break it, the rest of ORktown gets angry."
Wastelander takes a note. "Right. Hoods. Same as Raiders, really…" He clicks his tongue. "No one will miss them. Probably." He sticks the piece of paper in his pocket. "Will get it done. Is… a pleasure doing buisness with you, Mr. Trask."
The man comes back on the screen. "I'll tell you if its mutual when you finish without dying."
Standing from her seat, Haley places her poc-sec back into her purse. She folds the flap and hangs it across her chest, resting her elbow on it. She smiles to Trask and then looks to Wastelander saying, "Ready when you are."
Wastelander looks at the floor for a moment after the johnson speaks again- he's really not good at this talky thing- and then he stands up, clutching the filter, and nods to Haley, walking out as quick as he can, glancing around to make sure there's no Stag Beetle spirit charging down at him…
«OOC» Wastelander wants to pop the thing open to see if it is what he says it is. Will pull up 'water filters' on the trix.
«OOC» Haley says, "I was going to suggest Wastelander to check it :)"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Complication: Its' welded shut aside from the water inflow and outflow ports."
«OOC» Wastelander isn't going to risk breaking it. I'll start hoofing it to a good entry point in/near orktown, then.
«OOC» Vulcan nods. The Well is on the southside, in the hills that sort of overlook orktown. Theres an old maintainance shed on top of the
well, which itself is in the basement. Give me some stealth checks and perception checks for more data
«OOC» Haley says, "Well, I have chemistry, and I have 10K. I'm going to call Teeg and in addition to paying for some transportation, I am going > to ask for a chemical analysis kit. I'd like to run some water through this thing and test it."
«OOC» Wastelander says, "that's a good idea!"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "pay me 1,000 for the expidited kit."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Stealth:
1 4 5 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Intelligence for "natural low-light":
1 2 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 3 for "Durrrr de durrr!":
1 3 10
The old utility shed was Colorado Department of Utilities once. Now it's a ramshackle maintainance shed with a bunch of broken down cars outside it. Four (probably) stolen motorcycles are outside, while 'music' plays inside. It's a two story building, the top level completely dark, probably unsafe to walk in. Wastelander finds himself a good little position to watch from, but he's probably 10 minutes in to observing, when he sees someone looking through binoculars. At him. Looks to be a Troll, given the small specs and the big hands…
Wastelander gives the shape the finger and then leaves his position, circling around the area a bit, getting a read on the neighborhood. His goggles and respirator stashed in his coat, he seems just another sprawl ork, battered rifle on his back and ancient pistol at his side, walking through the streets near the plant, trying to figure out what the best approach will be.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "give me a steath chck, but this isn't for actual stealthing, more stealth theory"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Stealth:
1 2 3 5 5
Well, in darkness, it would be easy enough to approach, but that has its own issues; for one, its VERY VERY COLD. It would be easy to succumb to hypothermia, and maybe the pipes will be frozen, making working with the tools very hard. But, there is a line of old cars in the back that could shield your approach.
Once he's figured on a suitable approach, Wastelander falls back again. He finds some other sprawlers, hopefully huddling around a trashcan fire- and once he's warm again, he's on his way back out, finding his way to the rendevous point he'd set with Haley: there to wait.
Hopefully she'll show up before dark. If not, well… they'll figure something out.
Having taken care of the chemical analysis kit, Haley makes her way through the Warrens heading towards ork town. She allows her hair to come down from its normal style so as to cover over her ears. She walks with a relaxed posture to make herself seem less elf and more human. She strolls along the street, keeping her eyes alert for trouble as she makes her way to the rendevous point.
The rondevous point, since no one has told me what it is, is a burned out Ice Cream Truck, with a Scorched 'MR FREE-ZEE' on the roof, looking menacingly down on the countryside.
«OOC» Haley says, "I want to pour a bottle of water through the filter and then test what comes out."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Give me an int test real quick"
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Intelligence:
2 2 2 3 3 4 4 8
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Before you leave, you realize its a pressure based system."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "You can poor water in to it all day long, it will just fill up the intake and
«OOC» Wastelander will hunt some rats while he's waiting at the rendevous point. Might was well have supper ready for tonight.
«OOC» Vulcan will note yall are breaking a cardinal rule of running. 'never look inside the case'. Not that its a bad thing…
«OOC» Haley says, "The Cardinal Rule of running is the Johnson never tells the truth."
«OOC» Vulcan grins.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "SO. Where do you want to get your pressure system, be it a garden hose or a seltser bottle?"
Wastelander waits at the Rendevous point, idly lying in wait for rats and throwing rocks at them if he sees any. Might as well have something set to eat tonight… and the rats here are so much healthier than in chicago!
«OOC» Vulcan nods. I'll give a survival.sprawl check to find water.
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Survival (Sprawl):
1 1 2 2 3 5 5
«OOC» Haley says, "Actually I have an idea too."
«OOC» Haley says, "A Spray Tank is only 100 nuyen."
«OOC» Haley says, "I'll pick one up from Sketchy, my drug connection."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Okay. Call it 150 for quickfind and delivery"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Wastelander: You locate a functional toilet in an old building. Well, its water-intake is functional, and being used as a
dip-well."
«OOC» Haley says, "Fill that with water, put it in the intake, hose it with pressure then check the readings."
Wastelander's attention has clearly wandered a bit, and as he stares at the old toilet in the decrepit building, he ponders. He sniffs the water a little- and then he flattens against the wall, looking behind him, sure that a Roach Spirit is tracking him down. He breaths heavily for a moment, and then peers out a window down at the burned-out Mr. Freezie, wondering what's taking the elf.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Okay. I'll gimmie it. You are able to, with ductape, effort and access to water, do your thing. Go ahead and give me
some mcguiver poses."
Arriving at the Freezee, Haley steps through the door with a spray tank on her back. She says, "Dat-dat-daaaa," holding her arms out as if for applauds. She closes the door behind her and she says, "Oi've been doin' some thinkin'. This J is paying us an aweful lot to do this job. Well J's always lie, so, we should check this over. Justa make sure we're not poisoning a lot of orks, yaknow?"
Wastelander isn't there. At least, not for a few minutes. Still, he pops up about three minutes later, having been watchign from the nearby building (paranoid fuck), and nods. "Of course. No man with money wants to spend that money to help those without. I learned -that- in bugland." He pauses, looking over his shoulder. "Did you hear something skitter?"
"Nope, not a thing," says Haley, but then she'd say that even if she did. She begins wrapping some ducttape around the nosel of the spray tank and the intake of the filter making sure there is no room for the pressure to release. That done she sets up her chemical strips along the output of the filter. She covers her eyes with the bend of her left arm saying, "Here we go," and she triggers the high pressure water through the filter.
Wastelander cringes a little, waiting for the imminent explosion.
There is a very high whining noise, then it settles down. It's obviously a biproduct of improper mechanical attachment… but after a moment, water starts dribbling out the other side. You can't get the pressure right, but you can get enough for testing samples.
Wastelander lets out a deep breath as nothing explodes. "Got any Nova?" He asks.
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Chemistry + 1 for "+1 Task Pool":
1 4 4 5 5 11 11
A few sterile bottles are used to collect the water. Haley adds in a stick to test the water. She looks at a small book that is included with the kit to reference the information the readouts are giving her. She answers Wastelander while working, "No, Oi don' use, but Oi could get you some when we're done. Oi know a few good people for that."
Wastelander shakes his head. "Tends to make me less jumpy," he says. "More chill." What? Nova?" He peers at the tools she's using, idly curious… and then he pops his rifle off his back, checking the load, making sure all the bullets loaded have the double-red stripes of ExEx.
The little spectrometer reports that the water is clean of 99.99 percent of all mineral or chemical contaminants. It's very pure, and the filter appears to be functioning just fine, given the -source- of your water.
"Well it seems our J was apparently on the up and up," says Haley with an impressed tone. She detaches the spray tank and holsters it's nozzel. She packs away her chemical kit and stuffs that into her purse to make sure it is concealed. She smiles and says, "Oi really didn't want to poison a lot of orks, they haven't done anythin' to upset me and Oi'm not bein' paid enough to do it. I hate when J's try to get off cheap."
"Don't explain yourself. Wastes breath." Wastelander closes his gun up. "I have an approach planned out. Let's get this done. Be careful. They have a troll." He sniffs again, tossing a look around his shoulders, and then starts slinking down the streets.
"Oh great, you know Oi'm not all that good at sneaking," says Haley as she pulls her machine pistol from her purse. She slides it in under her jacket, making sure it hangs ready on it's strap. She shrugs her shoulders and she says, "Oi'm ready to go when you are. Hopefully we won't have too much trouble, Oi'm not really wantin' to fight a troll."
Wastelander grunts and keeps at it, and quietly outlines the approach as he walks. He strides plainly through the streets, a glower on his face… and when he gets near to his target zone, he turns towards her and grunts. "First rule of sneaking. Stop talking." He slings his rifle off his back into his hands. A half crouch and he's walking, using a row of cars as cover…
Having decided its time to go, Haley steps out of the Mr. Freezee and she takes a look around the area. To Wastelander she replies, "Oi agree, nothin' worse than talkin' when you're tryin' ta sneak around." She walks along behind the ork saying, "So don't worry Oi'll be as quiet as a devil rat once we get to the sneaking part." She adjusts the weight of the spray tank as she walks along behind him. She keeps a look ove the area as she walks along, when they do get near the target zone she does in fact stop talking. Though for Haley it takes an act of will.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Okay. When your ready to get in to the building, roll stealth for heading up the hill."
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Stealth:
2 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Stealth:
3 4 5 7 10
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Wastelander, pose being a shadow. Haley? Pose being a spotlight"
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 4 for "Hrrrrrrm.":
3 3 5 10
It's getting to that time in the day, when the sun's starting to fall. That time when the shadows and the light play games… and it's hear, in the burgeoning twilight, that Wastelander shows his skills, hard-gained in the perpetual twilight of the Chicago Wasteland. He moves from cover to cover, with less grace and more experience: the simple practice of not making sound and not being where people are likely to look, his beloved rifle in his hands and loaded for troll.
Walking along with Wastelander, Haley finds out just how un-ninjalike she actually is. She moves slowly, picking up her knees and walking on the balls of her feet. While this is a good idea, it doesn't help that she manages to knock a cluster of cans rolling across the concrete. She grumbles under her breath in another language as she watches the cans go spinning.
«OOC» Vulcan nods. Both of you, body check, TN 4. Trying to soak an L wound.
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Body vs TN 4:
1 1 2 2 4 5 10 14 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Body vs TN 4:
2 4 7 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Vulcan nods. OOkay. Your both good for now. I'll have you roll again every so often, and each time, the TN goes u p.
HOle. Lee. Sheet. It is FUCKING COLD OUT HERE. And here you are, trying to move in the dark, up hill, in the snow, carrying a fucking quarter keg without benefit of beer or warm clothes. The wind is just stripping away heat like no bodies business. There's a reason the warrens rolls up its fucking sidewalks at dusk, unless you can afford warmer clothes or are just straight desperate.
The building seems pretty dark, closed up and battened down as you approach. You're about 500 feet away now, marching through the snow.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "a new round of stealth, then body checks. TN is now 5 on body."
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Body vs TN 5:
1 3 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Stealth:
1 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Body vs TN 5:
1 1 1 2 3 4 5 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Stealth:
2 3 5 7 8
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Wastelander is holding up to the cold better, but stickfigure Haley is now feeling the pins and needles of numbness in her finger tips, toes and cheeks. She's at +1 TN for digital manipulation. Poses. :)"
Wastelander's course is getting harder. They took too long… the cold is getting brutal. He can barely keep his teeth from chattering… so he puts a bullet between them, using that to focus his attention as he moves. He glances over at Haley… she gets much worse, the tactic will have to change… he shivers again and turns his attention forward.
Wiggling her fingers to keep the blood flowing in them Haley shakes her head and she says, "Fraggin' cold, it wasn't th-h-is cold when Oi left the hotel." She stuffs her fingers under her armpits to warm them. She's lived long enough she's figured out a little tips and tricks to keep from getting frost bite. Mind you she wasn't aware of how cold it was until a few minutes ago.
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 4 for "Hremmmm":
2 2 2 10
You're about 400 feet away now, looking at the building up the hill. The snow has started to fall now, big, heavy, wet flakes that melt when coming in to contact with the skin, wicking away all the more heat, precious heat, as you tromp up the hill. There's a light on up in the building, then it winks back off. Music can be heard, very faintly, in and out, depending on the wind and the thickness of the snow.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Another round. Stealth and body, TN 6"
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Stealth:
3 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Body vs TN 6:
4 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Stealth:
1 1 4 4 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Stealth for " kp 1/1":
3 4 5 9 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Body vs TN 6:
1 1 1 3 3 5 5 7 = 1 Success
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Wastelander; as per I gave haley. Haley; its getting worse. Your hands are amost entirely numb, as your body shunts blood away from the extermities. Your teeth have stopped chattering though, so thats a bonus! +2 to fine movement, +1 now to all other actions."
Wastelander keeps moving. It's getting even colder, the chill seeping into his fingers… and as he starts to lose mobility, he looks over at the girl. "We can run for it," he murmurs. "It'll be more dangerous… but we'll warm up."
Nodding her head Haley says, "Yeah, lets do that." She stands up and starts to walk a little faster, not quite breaking into a run. Just trying to speed up her heartbeat to get some warmth flowing through her limbs.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Athletics checks in leu of Stealth, TN is 4, 5 for Haley."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Athletics vs TN 4:
1 3 4 4 4 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Athletics vs TN 5:
5 9 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Haley says, "I'll be using this for my body raise justification."
«OOC» Vulcan nods. And a body check, TN is the same as last time; runnign holds the cold at bay! And I think its an awesome justification. I'll sign off on it.
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Body vs TN 6:
2 3 3 3 4 5 9 11 = 2 Successes
Wastelander grunts his assent, and then he turns… and he's running, hard, his big legs chewing up the distance. He pretends there's a bug behind him, using that to get even more speed out, and as he scurries he feels the warmth start to seep back into him.
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Body vs TN 6:
2 2 13 = 1 Success
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Haley's getting worse. +2 to fine manip, +1 to all other tests, +2 cognitive tests."
Picking up the speed, Haley moves to follow Wastelander, he's wider than she is so she follows in his wake to avoid as much wind blowing across her as she can. Her hands rest in the pockets of her jacket now as she rushes along over the broken ground.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "She's at an effective M wound."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Basically 3 cold boxes in my 'freezing to death system'"
«OOC» Haley says, "Are we even within sight of a way to get inside?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "You just ran 200 feet. You're 200 feet away now. I'll pose what you can see."
The building looms larger now, the top layer entirely dark, the bottom level now showing cracks of light and the occasional bit of steam as snow evaporates off the side. HEAT! Its warm in there! There's several avenues of entry, some taped off with plastic, some borded over, and some actually able to be used as doors.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Perception checks to find a good door to go in."
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Intelligence for "Perception":
1 2 3 4 5 5 9 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 2 2 4
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Makes it a 9 for Haley… a 4 for wastelander…"
Haley is cold. Fucking cold. Butt cold, Mr. Bigglesworth. This is shadowrunning in the mountains, in the cold hard reality. It sucks. But then, she sees it. The side door. It's propped open just a bit, to allow smoke out. THere must be a fire barrel inside or a pitfire of some sort… Wastelander doensn't spot much of anything aside from Haley's cold, slightly blue tinted ass.
Well, it is tasty-looking.
Spotting what looks like a warm place, Haley points in that direction. She says, "Ovah there, looks like I see a little warm areah we could slip inta." She moves in that direction her hands kept out of the elements trying to keep herself as warm as she can.
Wastelander nods and changes his course that way. "Right," he says. "Let's hit it hard. My safety's off." He picks up speed as best he can, trying to make the last bit of distance go away as quickly as possible…
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Okay. You're att he door. You can give me a perception check to peek inside if you like, and a stealth check to not be seen."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Intelligence:
3 3 3 4 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Stealth:
1 1 3 4 17
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Stealth:
8 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 4 for "Yeah… no way.":
1 2 3 4
Looking through the various holes in the wall or through the door, you see one man inside. He's an ork, probably 15-20 years old, and african-american in complexion. He's got an old 38 special, and he's currently standing in front of a stainless steel panel.
"G-CAP! BITCH!" He says, pulling the gun and pointing it. He puts it away.
"G-CAP! THATS MAN NAME!" He says, pulling the gun again and gesturing.
"Who, Me?" A pause. "G-CAP! POP POP POP!" He gestures with the gun, pow pow pow!
Softly Haley says, "He's more loony than I am." She laughs as softly as she can she then pulls open the door and steps inside saying, "Hoi G-Cap, long time no see." She offers a warm smile saying, "Oi see you're keepin' up with your skills."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Haley; reaction, TN is 6 for you."
Wastelander lurks in the shadows beyond the door, watching them… not making his presence known yet, but ready to unload that rifle…
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Reaction vs TN 6 for "Supplies!":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 4 vs TN 3 for "What the hoosyshit!":
1 2 3 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 4 for "OMG I'M STARTLED AND HAVE A GUN.":
1 2 3 4 5 10 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Want to dodge? He's turning and firing at you."
«OOC» Haley says, "Yes."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "TN is 4+1 for being cold, so 5"
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 5 for "Dodge!":
1 1 5 5 10 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Needy one more, Haley."
«OOC» Haley says, "Have to save my only KP for hand of god."
«OOC» Vulcan nods. Okay. Whats your impact armor
«OOC» Haley says, "4 unless it's melee."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "I'm sorry, I meant ballistic"
«OOC» Haley says, "8."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Okay. Soak an M wound at TN 2."
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Body + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 2:
1 2 5 8 8 8 8 17 = 7 Successes
G-CAP is caught unawares! He spins, suddenly confonted not only by a white chick, but a white ELF chick. He doesn't even think, register that; he just opens fire. The first round lashes out, BOOOM! The second one lashes out, *Click*. A pause. *click*. "awww… shittttttt."
The shot hits Haley firmly in the shoulder, she spins around with the impact her arms flying wide. Her feet shuffle as if she's about to fall, she says, "Oi've been hit," apparent panic in her voice. She then twirls around towards G-Cap and she says, "HA! Made ya look." She frowns a little saying, "Is that how you greet every girl?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Initiative with a result of 19.
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 1 for "+4":
4
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Initiative with a result of 6.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "okay. So. Haley moves first. Then GCAP. Then Waste, thenHaley again."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Haley, whtcha wanna do?"
«OOC» Haley says, "Did his gun jam?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "You don't have the skills to say for certain, but he pulls the trigger and there's no earth shattering kaboom."
10
«OOC» Haley says, "Okay, so he's lucked out. I'm going to pull out my machine pistol and give him a full auto burst of gel using 6 rounds.
That makes it a total of 12S for him to soak."
«OOC» Haley says, "Wait full auto is a complex action."
«OOC» Haley says, "So I draw with a simple then give him a 3 round burst."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "No lighting mods, no distance mods, no cover mods. So You tell me what the TN for burst on your gun is. +2 for your
current state of fuckcold."
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 1 vs TN 6 for "Burst 6 points of recoil compensation":
1 2 2 2 2 4 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Dodging a burst, +1 TN":
1 3 5 5 = 2 Successes
Looking a little disappointed she was shot, Haley says, "Don't worry, Oi'm not gonna kill ya." The machine pistol that she pulls from under her jacket is quickly leveled at the ork. She thumbs the fire selector to burst and she squeezes the trigger. The gun makes a bruuuut sound as three bullets are fired in quick succession. The rounds streak through the air headed towards the ork who manages to zag when he was supposed to zag thus saving him a few bruised ribs.
Holy shit elf chick's got a gun! It comes out and G-Cap is like: OMG WTF. He drops his jammed pistol and dodges to the right, bullets splattering on the stainless steel panel he had been using for a mirror. "HOLY SHIT!" He says, grabbing for his cellphone. This shit is heavy and he needs back up. He Jams speed-dial.
«OOC» Wastelander says, "gonna kill 'im. simple action aim, called shot to raise the damage level. sl-2."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "10-4. TN is no range, no light, no cover. Do the math."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Rifles + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "11s base damage (Exex), called shot to raise damage level.":
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 5 5 16 = 3 Successes
Wastelander's gun snaps up to his shoulder as haley gets shot at. He waits, lining up his shot… and the cellphone decides it. He centers his targeting box on the target's head and pulls the trigger, sending a deadly explosive-tipped bullet towards his target.
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 2 vs TN 4 for "HOLY SHIT I'M BEING SHOT AT!":
1 1 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Botch"
«OOC» Vulcan rules that a +1 stage in damage.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "11D+2"
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 vs TN 8:
1 2 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 vs TN 8 for " Karma 1":
1 1 3 8 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 5 - 2 vs TN 8 for " Karma 3":
2 4 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Dead."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) uses 1 of item 4: ExEx Rifle Ammo from Weapons (#3697).
The bullet enters G-Cap's head, and exits out the back. The steel panel becomes a study in splatter as the ork drops to his knees, then falls forward.
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 1 for "Speed dial, did it go through? Even yes.":
10
«OOC» Vulcan says, "End combat. Resume free RP"
Holstering her pistol, Haley says, "Oh hey, nice shot." She reaches down and traces a finger in G-Cap's blood. She then moves over and paints a smile on his cheeks with it. She nods her head as she says, "There, that's much bettah." She moves over to the fire and begins warming her fingers. She picks up the cellphone and holds it up to her ear.
«Auto-Judge[]» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 1 for "Hrrrrm":
5
"Hey, this is Ton-Def. I ain't here right now, but leemie a message and I probably call you back when I get more minutes."
Wastelander lowers his gun. "Fair enough. Meant to go through the other eye." He looks at the girl, just a moment, and he's moving through the house, heading straight for the objective… leaving Haley to dissuade any phone-summoned tangoes.
Beeeeep.
Switching off the cellphone, Haley tosses it into the fire. She warms her fingers a few more moments before she chases off after Wastelander, her machine pistol still clutched in her hands. She unfolds the folding stock so to help her keep it steady when she goes full auto.
SO there you are. In an old maintainance shed, in the hills over Orktown, using a deadmans fire. There's a trap door leading down, the kind of thing you need to work hard to move, dragging it out of the way. No hinges.
Wastelander swears and puts his rifle on his back. "Gimme a hand with this?" He mutters as he kneels down behind it, applying his back muscles, and his legs, and his arms, trying to get thiis stupid trap door out of the way.
Letting her machine pistol hold by the sling, the safety on Haley says, "Oh sure, happy ta help." She moves over and presser fingers through the crack, tensing her muscles and getting ready to lift with her legs.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Str tests, TN 6"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wastelander (#8886) rolls Strength vs TN 6:
1 1 3 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Hehs. Gimmie some poses about failing."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Then try again."
«OOC» Wastelander will pose, roll- then he has to go.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Lets call it here then."
Wastelander's back is starting to go out as he tries to lift it. Clearly, he's going to fast… he slows downa little, takes a deep breath, and tugs again!
Pulling hard on the trap door, Haley actually manages to rip one of the planks free. She hears the snap a second before she falls backwards and lands sprawling on her butt. She shakes her head and says, "Oy," standing up and tucking her fingers into place.
And thus, our heroes (Such as they are) are able to open the hatch. After a few minutes of working, they get the well shut down… then the filter on the well… then it all rebooted. They are even able to find a warmer coat so that Haley doens't freeze to death on the egress!
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