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15 posts. Alias of Kenneth Kooi.


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"D.B.? D.B.! Where are you going? ALASTAIR!"

She struggled to bring the turret around, the mechanical whine of the hydraulic servos in the turret ring gratingly slow and unresponsive when compared to the fluidity of movement possible in a humanoid mech.

The concern in her voice is obvious. "Get the hell out of there! That's a kill box you're walking into!"

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@ Alastair Cadwallader: That street, with multiple angles of fire, is a kill zone if there ever was one. God knows what's lurking in the buildings that thermals aren't picking up.


"We just kicked over a hornet's nest here! Thermal's lighting up like a Christmas tree!" Winston's voice is tense over the Comms as he inches the Ranger backwards for a better firing angle. "AT Team on the roof, 2 o' clock!"

"Winston... I don't tell you how to drive..."

"And I don't tell you how to shoot... Yeah..."

"Zero-Father. Missile team on the roof. South-east. Can you take them?" Without waiting for a response, her hands tighten over the fire controls as she floats the targeting reticule over a pair of hybrids laboriously bringing a shoulder-fired tube to bear.

Reality ripples as seventy tons of war machine suddenly shifts back into full view. There is a moment of icy clarity as the massive Mk XX-Hyperion laser fires, an blinding emerald green shaft lancing across space to join the Ranger and the hybrids, if only but for the briefest of moments as flesh explodes into dust and metal sublimates in the hellish wake of the beam's incandescent passage.

"Gotcha."

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Combat Round Action Declaration: Single Action

Firing from Stealth at Hybrid Weapons Team (AY/10)

Marksman + Perception - 3 (Smaller Target Size Penalty: Large vs Tiny)
3d10 ⇒ (3, 6, 10) = 19
Keep 10. Total 10 + 8 - 3 = 15

Target disallowed dodge roll due to attacker firing from stealth.

@ DM Downrightamazed: I took the liberty of assuming that the hybrid's base stats are less than a 15. If the hybrid has greater than 15 agility, I'm going to be absolutely terrified. Please burn...


Chelsea shudders at the mention of hybrids. "Guys, a favor if you will..."

"If the Op somehow manages to go genuinely south, I'd appreciate it if someone spared a round or two to ensure that I'm well and truly dead." There is genuine revulsion in her voice, even over the tinny audio quality of the comms system.

"Thanks."


The Ranger's comms hisses with static, faint crackles of whatever electromagnetic discharge into the air bleeding through the encryption like the sibilant whispers of an angry god...

"John...? Can you hear me?" She taps the side of her helmet comm again, the murmuring static dissolving for a moment, then returning as an ever present annoyance.

"Be careful out there... the fishies may be bad shots but the hybrids that pilot the mecha aren't. Saber's a tough little mech for its size but catching fire from a Hydra or Leviathan will ruin your day pretty quick."

"Good hunting."


"And give up the chance to watch you squirm? Not going to happen Alastair."

The smile she gives him is positively beatific.


Chelsea has a coy smile on her face as she leans over and whispers in Alastair's ear.

"Thanks, Alastair. Nice scars, but if we're keeping score, I've had that arm blown clean off by a Null Ray before before so I think I'm still ahead on points."

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@ Everyone: Wonders of medical science. Page 109. :-P


Chelsea notices Alastair's smirk and lets out a little sigh of annoyance as the curator leaves.

"NOT."

"FUNNY."

Shaking her head in mild amusement at the current situation, she gives his shoulder a friendly shove in the direction of the door. "Lets get moving tin-man. No sense keeping the mouth breather waiting."


Chelsea looks at the data appraisingly."As much as the idea of not coming off the field in a body bag appeals to me, thanks-for-that-great-mental-image-Winston, I can't agree with you on that assessment, Alastair. "

"Ignoring the fact that he drives like crap..."

"HEY..."

"He's right about the Ranger's terrain limitations.

"The Eritrean situation looks like a routine recon-in-force; barge in, find the source of the disturbance and recover, shooting the place up if necessary being a job perk. With three Engels, you have enough firepower that you might not need boots-on-the-ground when the shooting inevitably starts. Still, unless you enjoy knocking things over and sifting through the debris, you're going to need your infantry support for the search and recovery."

"Which is where we come in to deliver. There are enough sites we can land a Ranger, but Winston's point about ambushes comes to mind..." She trails off suddenly, and you can almost see the dawning realization across the Private's face at exactly how far she's stepping beyond her current pay-grade.


Tenacity(Stat) + Tenacity
3d10 ⇒ (3, 8, 8) = 19
Keep 8, 8. Total: 7 + 16 = 23. Pass DC 12 Fear.

"Holy crap..."

The smooth reflexive draw meant she had her Defender out and trained before she consciously realized it. It looks as if it's taking every ounce of her self-control not to put several 10 millimeter slugs into the Tager as she shakily lowers her sidearm.

"Devereux... what the hell happened to you...?"

She flinches as she put two and two together.

"Winston... you didn't just..."


DM Downrightamazed wrote:


Kinda waiting on you guys to decide how to approach your targets right now...

Oh, I think Alastair has made it very clear how he intends to approach his target...

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The look of wondrous awe on her face as she looks up at the massive biomecha is unmistakable. "Uhm... Hi?"

"She's a beaut, Alastair." She grins as the lowers her gaze to look him in the face. "I used to think the Khopesh was huge... but this... she's an absolute beaut..."

The excitement in he voice is obvious, thought colored by the slightest tinge of something darker... envy maybe...

"Let me know when you're going to look for Winston. I'm coming along."

Still, she seems almost reluctant to leave, lingering at the base of the gantry, before setting off on an even clip towards one of the parked Rangers.

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@ DM Downrightamazed: NINJAED!

@ Everyone: I believe this is as good a point as any for another Meep...


Alastair Cadwallader wrote:
Personally though I'd watch out for the quiet one. She's studying yo(u)...

I still haven't figured out how to type up a proper post response to this, so I think we're probably going to have to settle for THIS at the moment.


@ DM Downrightamazed: During Integrity Scale combat, Chelsea will be manning the Ranger's turret and firing vehicle weapons, but game-mechanics wise I figure all vehicular combat will be handled at Winston's stat lines (8 Perception, Adept Marksman, Adept Support Weapon). Outside Integrity scale, I'll run Winston's combat actions but I'll leave Chelsea's role to DM Handwavium.

This okay with you? Or would you prefer I stat her up as well?

On that note, game-play wise, if anyone thinks I'm getting too much utility out of a 2-point Quality, please do let me know.


DM Downrightamazed wrote:
@Dies Irae: you should make a separate avatar/alias for Chelsea. It'd help.

Done.


The scientists aren't the only ones.

Chelsea manages a startled yelp as she glances over at the gantry where the Chashmal stands.

"I am SO not getting used to this."

"Is it meant to be doing that?" She adds, all but drowned out by the shriek of alien talons against the reinforced metal of the hanger deck.