The building the group approaches was a residential complex at some point when the population was much bigger. At one point it must have reared up 50 stories or more, but earthquakes and age seem to have trimmed it down to about 30. There is an entrance, a gaping hole where a large lobby door once stood. The lower area is chocked in vines and plantgrowth and there is wreckage scattered all about.
"Vines, wreckage, skeleton of an ancient tower."
<Deadpan expression.>
"Check, check, check."
Roach nods at Coca-Cola, grinning. "Let's take a look. After all, the only thing we have to lose is our lives."
Sneak listen sneak search sneak spot sneak.....rinse repeat.
Germain sticks with the group, preferably next to a larger, meatier companion. One a robot would assess as the larger threat. One a monster might deem as tasty. The colonel and Coca Cola (with his big gun) seemed to fit that bill. With any luck the male might think Germain was actually scared. That she was looking to him for protection. There was no reason not to exploit the male ego.
"Is it ok if I ride next to you?" She asks, a hint of fear in her voice.
Sherman begins a whispered conversation with Marley, as he scans the area for any other dangers, "Yes i-dren, I dink dis will be a fight, the i take cover when de cuss-cuss starts." After a pause as he apparently listens to an answer he continues, "I haffild the i before, the i cyaan clap a barn at ten paces."
Sneak listen sneak search sneak spot sneak.....rinse repeat.
The main lobby of the building is silent, and still seems to be in one piece. A thick carpet of dust and fallen ceiling tiles coats the floor. In the distance is a bank of what look to be elevators. There is a desk area enclosed behind a thick plastic shielding
Chiro will quietly skulk into the lobby, using his big eyes to best effect to search the shadows. If he can't spot anything he will switch to echolocation, not that he thinks that will go unnoticed by live metal.
Chiro enters the dark lobby. It is actually somewhat of a relief after the hot sun outside. The area looks empty, but there are several groups of tracks in the fine dust that has collected on the floor. The only thing living in the room is a few vines that have send root runners into the darkness. The only opening is the entranceway, all the windows in the lobby are shuttered. The large room is quiet, and echolocation doesn't really bring up anything else new.
"Is it ok if I ride next to you?" She asks, a hint of fear in her voice.
More deadpan: "Miss your mommy, kid?"
Chiro will advance and check out the desk behind the plastic, then the elevator shafts. Checking to make sure his compatriots have his back.
"Is it ok if I ride next to you?" She asks, a hint of fear in her voice.
More deadpan: "Miss your mommy, kid?"
"Na, my mommy wore dresses," Germain says flashing an innocent smile, "and she couldn't use guns so she wouldn't be any good in a fight. She knows an awful lot about medicine though so if someone gets hurt she I sure would have liked to have her here, but this is kinda dangerous and seeing as you have the biggest gun you must be the best fighter right? So I'd like to stick next to you."
"The braa is compensatin' for somethin'" quips Sherman, before glancing nervously at his own 4 guns and wondering what Sigmund Freud would make of that.
"Is it ok if I ride next to you?" She asks, a hint of fear in her voice.
Sense Motive: 1d20+8=21. Should be 17.
"Miss your mommy, kid?" Coca replies, a little unnerved by the little sister alarm Germain sets off.
"You better suck it up cuz Big Dump's no playground."
Eva will start scanning the area as well, she uses her vapor scanner to see if any toxins are in the air, she also starts to ping off her radar, and switches to dark vision...
As the scouts go through their sensor suites, Roach makes sure that nothing's sneaking up on the mounts.
Eva will start scanning the area as well, she uses her vapor scanner to see if any toxins are in the air, she also starts to ping off her radar, and switches to dark vision...
E.V.A:
Chiro will advance and check out the desk behind the plastic, then the elevator shafts. Checking to make sure his compatriots have his back.
Chiro stalks into the plastic-sheilded desk. The room is quiet, and the desk sits sealed behind the plastic. There is a closed door leading to the back area. There seem to be several other dust-shrouded pieces of furniture behind the barrier. Chiro doesn't note anything moving
"So . . . candy's good right? I love candy."
Germain hates long silences ;)
Chiro advances and tries to open the door.
Chiro advances and tries to open the door.
The door is locked, but Chiro feels that it has weakened with age. It could be knocked down with a little effort.
Glances back at Cola;
"You open it, there might be something dangerous or booby trapped or something."
*grins*
Then opens the door forcibly.
Glances back at Cola;
"You open it, there might be something dangerous or booby trapped or something."
*grins*
Then opens the door forcibly.
The ancient door splinters with a loud *crack* that echoes in the lobby. The sealed room lies open to inspection. There is the desk, several filing cabinets, and ancient mechanical device with a screen on the desk, several dusty chairs and a sofa. There is also a large screen on the wall.
"Cover de I Marley," Sherman addresses the plant, instructing her to keep watch while he follows the others into the room, four guns sweeping the area for trouble.
Coca enters the dust-covered room, his footfalls raising choking clouds. There are a lot of cobwebs and such, and the ceiling is covered in decades of webs. There are stains on the walls and floor of an indeterminate nature.
In the desk are yellowed papers and a few hand-held electronic items, batteries long dead.
In the filing cabinets, more yellowed papers, and a stash of picutres of Pure Strain females in various states of undress.
As Coca searches he hears a scuttling sound
that's a 17, and Germain has a +3
"Cockroaches?" Roach nods at Germain. "Perhaps they've come for your candy?"
"Those are some awful big roaches," Germain says looking around, "sounds like they've had enough candy."
<Coca, casting his eyes through the darkvision limned shades of darkness, readies Agnew for a little public speaking.>
Chiro will ready his AK-47 as backup.
Initiative:
22 E.V.A
21 Chiro
20 Coca Cola
20 Sherman Tank
20 Germain
19 Billy Ray
18 Roach
15 Spider Goats
A hissing sound attracts your attention to the webbed ceiling. A group of about a dozen fluffy white-furred eight-legged creatures with eight goat-pupilled eyes and curly horns hang upsidedown. Their mouths sport wicked looking pincers dripping a clear ooze. They begin to shoot balls of sticky silk at you.
"AAAaahhh!" Germain screams, "Spidergoats!"
"AAAaahhh!" Germain screams, "Spidergoats!"
"AAAaahhh!" Germain screams, "Spidergoats!"
"AAAaahhh!" Germain screams, "Spidergoats!"
"By Gaea!" Germain curses, "Why is it always spidergoats!"
<Agnew speaks.>
Roach starts humming as he sprays the mutant monsters with AK bullets.
Spider goat,
spider goat,
does whatever a spidergoat does...
*BOOOM!*
"Dinner!" Sherman yells in a loud voice before he starts letting fire with all four guns, shots flying randomly roof-ward at a few different goats.
4 pistol attacks, yeehaa! (1d20+5=22, 2d6=3)
4 pistol attacks, yeehaa! (1d20+5=22, 2d6=10, 1d20+5=7, 2d6=11, 1d20+5=25, 2d6=10)
Critical confirmation on the 20 (1d20+5=6, 2d6=6)
So I messed up and did one attack followed by 3 attacks, then a critical attack missed.
