Beyond Heaven (Dungeon Planet) (Inactive)

Game Master MCKhaos

So we're soft-docked with the Heirophant now, right?

Is that a thing you guys want? I'm very much in favor of taking this to a full-party boarding party on the Hierophant.

If I see that kind of opening, I'm going for it.

Space combat has felt limiting in the past, and it doesn't scale with our levels like our moves do. A boarding party also gives us the chance to search for the person rather than trying to get a fleet to surrender.

I see 2BR (and Muffet) storming from one end solo, providing a distraction.
Sona going in through matrix to manage locked doors and routing (staying with Jamee, Hephaestus, and Thorne on the ship in case things go south)
Then Retzack, Dexter, Yaelin, and BoT going in for a Metal Gear style rescue mission.

>> LET ME AT THEM <<
>> I'M GOING TO OPEN THAT SHIP LIKE A TIN CAN <<
>> FROM THE INSIDE <<

Assuming STR roll for launch?: 2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6) + 3 + 1 = 12

2BR is going to follow the flight plan, while interfacing with Sona's gift. The little robot is going to scuttle as far under 2BR's chassis as possible, with the instruction to:

> Not interfere unless I am 100% definitely going to die.

Asides from that, shields up and it should be a clean cruise to the far end of the ship.

Panicking slightly, 2BR stops screaming on all radio waves and pings Sona.

> What are we actually doing here again? Do I need to do something other than cripple that ship?

Sorry, camping, I'm back

Dexter came with the group, and immediately gets into a spacesuit (exosuit, thing you go out in space in) We have those right?

he also looks around for spare weaponry (Explosives and a plasme-cutter, if possible) and confers with his collegues You lot any good in combat, or am I the muscle here?

Sona waves her hand and a cylinder ejects from her wrist. She shows Dexter how to adjust the length. "It'll be no use until you lock it, so choose your length wisely." When the handles are locked your choice of hand, close, or reach A length of precision plasma issues from the end like a katar / axe / battleaxe (piercing 2, +1 damage)

Drawing the weapon is -1 stock, and handing it over is -1 stock, leaving Sona with +1 Stock

Dexter takes the blade, extending it about 4 feet Close, if that wasn't obvious

Okay, when we get in, I'll take point, Retzy, you still got that pretty sword of yours? good, then you're second. And then you he points to sona Go next, we'll try to get you to a jack-in point, so you can get the schematics and maybe wrest control of doors and defenses or whatever. Ears, you bring up the rear, and provide cover-fire. We make a beeline for the prison, and get everyone out. I don't leave people behind. He says, before remembering that he isn't in command, and is in fact a newcomer here If that sounds good he adds in a bid to save face

Retzack toes the line, sending Simmons to cover the spot at comms, and Big Shooter takes his place next to him.

As Dexter starts barking off suggested actions, Retzack makes accepting motions with his hands.

He realizes that some people still care about plans, so he no longer tries to interfere. Not everyone can follow a plan of "Charge in heedless of the weapons of mortals and make them fear you as an alpha predator" so he'll not gainsay whatever adorable battle-plan they want to come up with.

Where is 2BR headed? Go ahead and roll the defy danger to launch him +1. Sona can certainly aid that. Jamee, you are able to bring the Sixes close enough to the Hierophant to latch on. What part of the ship do you latch to? Think of this like a Mon Calamari cruiser.

During the maneuver, Sona runs some data on the ship model.
Spout Lore: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1) + 3 = 7
She's able to locate something close, but it looks like the heirophant is a custom model. She has to build her plan around the obvious features of the outside of the ship rather than landing as close to the brig as possible. Sona has Jamee pull the sixes up the heat signature coming off the Heirophant's engines and plant her behind the sensor dish on the starboard wing. During the ingress, Sona pegs a waste vent coming out next to the engine exhaust bay, and guides 2BR that way.

> Pops, focus on the engines. We don't need a core meltdown, but we'll have problems if they try to hit warp with us attached.
> Petit-fils, set down behind that dish.
> Their main computer should be nearby to reduce latency, and from there we can locate and unlock the brig.
> They don't walk the full hull to do maintenance on that dish, there will be a door nearby.
> This 0ne will get you in and interface the CPU.
> Let's leave the setting off of alarms to pops. He is much better at it.
> Above all, let's all try to survive this. They're not paying us that well.

Thorne simply pulls the exo-helm over her armor and rotates the locking mechanism. Her fatigues are space-ready.

Sona helps Dexter into an exo-suit with the dispassionate hands of a machine. Any tags other than Life-support? Any space for his usual armor?

Hephaestus turns a switch on his board and an atmo-field snaps into place around him. Sona spends a few minutes trying to convince him to stay on board, but he threatens to follow alone, and she backs down.

Yaelin pulls a large, red, leather bag from her locker, then proceeds to suit up in her Galactic Union Medic suit, which is Hazmat rated for things more hostile than space.

Muffet.ms settles into the small of BunkR BustR's back and starts playing JezzBall.

> Engines it is. Maimed, crippled, or permanently destroyed?

Either way, 2BR is going to be entering at high speed.

Bend Bars, Cause Excessive Structural Damage: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4) + 3 = 8

Getting through the hull doesn't slow 2BR by a noticeable amount, and it causes a serious amount of damage.

"Check!" the elf-boy shouts into the comms as he banks hard to the left, dodging some laser fire from the Hierophant. Scanning the ship for a landing zone wide enough for the Sixes, he sets down behind the sensor dish on the starboard wing. Loud clang sounds can be heard throughout the smaller vessel as the boarding clamps lock on forcefully.

Somewhere nearby:

Sir, an unidentified ship has pursued us from the station and has latched onto the starboard wing. They've launched a boarding mech into the engine compartment. Whoever it is, sir, the pilot is phenomenal.

The human suddenly grunts with pain.

I did not ask for your opinion. Dispatch the praetors to intercept the boarding mech. Send the hoplites to capture the ship. Have the fleet redouble fire on the station and break off in ten minutes. The speaker mumbles something in elven beneath his breath and a farsight stone built into the command char flickers to life.

2BR, you crash through the armored hull like tissue paper, and break through multiple interior rooms, as crewmen are sucked out into the void behind you. Quickly, the ship's emergency systems seal the gaping holes behind you. You find yourself in what appears to be an auxiliary control room. Although the consoles behind you are hopelessly damaged, there are numerous functional consoles throughout the 30ft square room.

An emergency alarm begins blaring.

What do you do?

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Jamee, you expertly land the ship on the starboard wing and the Sixes shakes slightly with the impact. The hullcutter spins up and seal is complete within a minute. As the hatch spins open, the party is met with complete darkness inside.

What do you do?

Can anyone see in the dark?

Operate Machines(Light): 2d6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (4, 3) + 3 - 1 = 9
Sona's eye-beams flicker on with a hiss and a snap. Losing the spell seems harmless for now... banking pretty heavily on spending most of my time in the matrix.

>Sona, I have direct access to a few interior consoles. Is there anything nasty we can upload for our hosts?

I don't really want to just spam the Bend Bars move here, but that's also exactly what I want to do.

While Sona responds, 2BR surveys his landing zone.

Discern Realities: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4

Welp. For future reference, would it be possible to take a move of "when you are looking for things to destroy, take +1"? Could be useful is all I'm saying

EDIT: Found it, 'Seeing Red' from the Fighter

With Sona's eye-beams illuminating the way, Blast-O-Tron takes point. His attention is somewhat divided, being that Jamee still has to engage point defenses on the Sixes, but he's able to pilot the RAB well enough despite all that. Jamee's mind is efficient at multitasking.

Stepping cautiously over the airlock threshold, Blast-O-Tron sweeps the room from corner to corner with his blaster-arm.

Okay, so is our airlock connected to one of their airlocks, or are we getting out and fighting on the hull of the Heirophant?

We landed on top of a hatch because I'm such a good pilot. :D

So we're essentially breaking into an airlock at this point. Hopefully Sona's eye beams reveal the opening mechanism within.

I think we opened her up like a tin can.

I'll pick the lock Dexter says as he steps forward toward the door, and brings the plasmatic-blade down toard the latch Not our ship, no need to be gentle and kicking/pulling it open (whichever is aproppriate) and brandishing his pistol at whatever is on the other side.

No defy danger is necessary. I decided the Sixes has a hull cutter and cut a circle into the Hierophant's hull. The Sixes then sealed onto that hole.

Waht's int the Bhox‽

Dexter braces for impact, and leaps down the hole, examining the area he lands for opponents, and a path. If there are any soldiers/sadistic scientists, he will sink a plasma charge into them

What's iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin da BOX?

Retzack nonchalantly hops down the hole after Dexter.

As he hits the dark, his body seems to merge with the un-light as the rain fuses with the sea.

He lands solidly, and scans about. Looking for prey.

Discern: What here is useful or valuable to me?: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (5, 4) - 1 = 8
Using move: Cloak of Night.

2BR, as you inspect the consoles you sense a faint sound that is quickly getting louder. It sounds like hundreds of small pins striking metal.

The sole door to the room opens and the sound is clearly coming from outside the door and outside the hole you left in the wall behind you.

What do you do?

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As the remainder of the party drops down through the hole in the hull, Sona's light reveals a tall, narrow hallway that runs perpendicular to the direction of the ship. There are no signs of life. A piercing wail echoes through the hallway, coming from the aft of the ship.

What do you do?

Dexter rushes toward the sounds of pain, blade and gun drawn, letting the blade illuminate his way. I'll draw their main force, Bots, You two are extraction, Retzy, You're cleanup, all you can eat he says as he rushes forward, hoping the others follow

Please feel no compulsion to follow, or even acknowledge Dexter's "plans". I'm mostly using them to illustrate his madcap "Gang lets split up" swashbuckler-ness, if that sentence was even moderately coherent

Retzack smiles unseen in the darkness and inaudibly chuckles. That sentence made no sense.
But it was cute in the adorable way that mortals make their plans, trying to stave off the inevitable.
'The best laid plans of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!'

Retzack keeps his smile, and seems to float in the blackness, following Dexter.

The human's last three words did make some sense.

To start with, infrared scanners on to try and get a feel for how large the heat signature if these things are. Second, move perpendicular from the hull breach so neither of these things can come at me directly. Immovable Buckler up, but not activated yet. Mech Cannon up and ready to fire as soon as a target presents itself, supported by the weird clicking of a pair of golden dice.

Volley, spending an extra ammo for two targets, up the ante, pierce 2: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 6) + 3 = 14

Ooh baby: 1d10 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + (2) = 9 x2

Jamee projects his face holographically to Sona and Retzack just so they can see his wry expression. Blast-O-Tron hooks his thumb at the retreating human. "He's got a commanding mein about him, hasn't he? Still, worth following!" and with that, the robot engages his jetpack and flies down the hallway after Dexter.

2BR, you open fire as dozens of small football sized robots enter the room. They crawl on the floor, walls, and ceiling, and make directly for you. Scores are shredded by your fire, but they keep pouring through. They do not seem to be equipped with ranged weaponry. They will be on you in moments. What do you do?

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Everyone else:

You proceed down the hallway towards the rear of the ship at speed, but the wailing sound seems to be traveling at the same speed away from you. You don't think you are gaining any ground on it. You pass several intersections, and as you approach another intersection, you can see a sign reading "Starboard (I think you landed starboard) Auxiliary Fire Control ---->"

The wailing sounds like it is coming straight through the intersection. The sign indicates fire control is to your right.

What do you do?

Stun Wave Projector, GO!: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 3 = 5\

Welp. I'll cop the failure.

Retzack was about to follow his own lark, but he remembered that he was in a starting-over phase, and his challenge this time around was to try and not rock the boat. Instead of charging directly, he takes pause and whispers, "Well, fearless Dexter, to which trench shall we storm now?"

I don't know Dexter says, looking around Sona, do you think you can get the floor-plans from fire control? Either way, It may be prudent to seize control.

Meanwhile, Dexter will spend a few moments getting his bearings, and examining the surroundings.

Discern realities: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (6, 3) - 1 = 8

What here is not what it seems to be?

Sona walks in the back, keeping the beams of her eyes on the ground in front of her crew.

When they reach fire control she speeks without looking up. "The accessible systems in that room should be..."
Spout Lore: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 6) + 3 = 10

I don't know Dexter says, looking around Sona, do you think you can get the floor-plans from fire control? Either way, It may be prudent to seize control.

Meanwhile, Dexter will spend a few moments getting his bearings, and examining the surroundings.

[dice=Discern realities]2d6-1

What here is not what it seems to be?

Based on your limited experience with the Elf, you begin to suspect that the traveling wail is simply a distraction to lead you away from your goal.

Sona walks in the back, keeping the beams of her eyes on the ground in front of her crew.

When they reach fire control she speeks without looking up. "The accessible systems in that room should be..."
[Dice=Spout Lore]2d6+3

This large of a ship is regimented out of necessity. Fire control serves as the central hub for operations on this wing, including hangar bays, weaponry, and internal defenses.

[dice=Stun Wave Projector, GO!]2d6+3\

Welp. I'll cop the failure.

Your stun projector has no effect on these bots, which quickly begin climbing up your armored chassis, using sophisticated plasma drills to bore hills through your armor. As ten latch on, the remaining withdraw. This withdrawal triggers the BoT's on your chassis to explode, funneling the destructive power down the newly created holes in your armor. Take 1d4+9 damage ignoring armor.

As the dust settles, the wave of survivng bots charge towards you again.

What do you do?

So, is there a door to the fire-control station like right in front of us? or is it down a hallway? if so, Dexter will just run down it before this series of events

Lets secure this station, maybe we can get an advantage Dexter says, and turns to the door, testing it to see if it opens willingly. if not, he will use his phase-sword to cut the lock, and kick it in, throw it open.

DD+STR, assuming the door is locked: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 1) + 1 = 8

and with the door open, he will brandish his weapons (and hope the others do as well aid another *wink* *wink*) and shout Lay down your weapons, and stand against the wall

Parley assuming that being heavily armed and threatening is leverage in this situation: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + 2 = 7

and, fully expecting either automated defenses, or for them to decline his completely reasonable request of unconditional surrender, he prepared for the worst

survive: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 2 = 7

Sona stoically walks toward the nearest port inside fire control.

G%+ d#*n Sona, You've got uptake ports of steel

Dexter has little trouble opening the blast door to fire control, but the delay gives the occupants inside enough time to take up defensive positions. The door opens and you find a group of five red shirts arrayed around a room, taking cover behind various consoles, but they don't immediately fire.

A large half-orc grunts, We'll all put our weapons down on three, deal? 1, 2, ...

What do you do?

Sona, immediately heading for the nearest port will muck up Dexter's negotiations, do you go for it?

Sona halts mid-step, eyes keeping the party behind her harsh lighting. She looks like she's literally paused her plan.

> Someone command this 0ne not to disarm fully. We could be here a while if commands are left ambiguous.

Unable to control himself, as the gynoid walks along the dark hallway nonchalantly, Retzack, his mood already casual, walks up and holds her arm, walking arm-in-arm, at a light pace, as if strolling down a riverwalk on a first date. "I think the gardenias are lovely this time of year, but the Jefferson's are planting hastes and hollyhocks in the Eastern Garden. How exciting!"

The vampire laughs and releases her arm, disappearing back into the darkness from which he came.

The tunnel we're in is completely dark. How's the lighting in Fire Control? ]=}

Dexter will holster his pistol, and clip his blade to his belt (or, if it doesn't have an obvious "Off" switch, he'll hand it to sona) before stepping in, hoping they will do the same and if not, does that survive roll still stand? also, just to clarify, is the matrix-thing a weird silent (Totally not telepathic) form of communication?.

Nah, nevermind. It was a bad joke anyway.

The redshirts stow their weapons.

Vaeril will kill us over this. Why are you here? What do you want?

The matrix is the hacking mechanic we stole from "The Sprawl" another dungeon world hack. This game is a hodge podge.

Ow: 1d4 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

In this situation, running in fear is the better part of valor. Through the wall we go!

(To be precise, whichever wall is away from the swarm)

Bend Bulkheads, Void Warrenties: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 6) + 3 = 14

Can the bulkhead be peeled open, then sealed shut behind me?

Over 24 hours without an answer about a question about scenery. That means I get to hijack my own question. =)

The Starboard Auxiliary Fire Control station shows all the signs of a backup unit sparsely manned in a warship during battle. With power diverted to a vast array of destruction-oriented systems, like weapons, shields, and tiny little exploding robots, the normally bright light that usually illuminates the workplace has been replaced by ultra-efficient code-red lighting. While it meets minimum standards for sitting hunched over targeting computers and monitoring self-powered firing solutions, it casts an intricate network of shadows over an area that obviously lost every battle for space and comfort during the architectural process.

Retzack dances a merry jig, tiptoeing through, across, and under the complex jungle of shadows, until at last he leers, wholly unnoticed, behind the shoulder of the crewman currently speaking.

His eyes glow with murderous intent, and his head hovers almost humorously close to the redshirt's ear. The scant lighting twinkles on small droplets of saliva gathering at the corners of his gaping and fang-studded mouth.

Muffet.ms pauses her game long enough to scuttle out and make some repairs.
Operate Self: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 3) + 2 = 8
-1 to Mend as Muffet.ms
Repairs: 1d8 ⇒ 5

A string of binary informs 2BR that Muffet can't carry him back. There's a pause, and another string states she may be able to recover his processor core.

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Sona stays put. There were a few plans running which may bear fruit.