Back in his command chair, Jamee grins and adjusts his headset mic. Time to troll. As a shut-in computer hacker with no social skills to speak of, trolling was one of his favorite activities on the web.
Blast-O-Tron lifts both arms out to either side, holding them out at shoulder level in a cocky, come-at-me-bro kind of gesture. As he makes his robot look like it has swagger, Jamee tries to subtly bring his positioning back closer to the front door. Before he speaks, he flips the switch for the "aggressive cockney prick" voice accent modulator.
"Oi mates! Are you cows planning on stopping us? You fink you could take us on when yer nan couldn't even handle my horn? Moan and ride it like I was the one getting paid, she did! 'Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohh!!!! Oooh give me that robot horn, you big git!' Hahaha, but she was a noisy one, eh boys? But you poncy lot knew that already, innit?" the RAB thrusts its hips mockingly and moans in an exaggerated voice as Jamee mocks the biggest minotaur's mother.
Using his wild hip gyrations as cover, he tries to move subtly backward so his back is up against the front door.
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--Historic Account---
Subject to B.O.N.E enhancement by T.E.R.R.A.
Given basic weapons and tactics training by T.E.R.R.A Security
Ordered to report to The Association of Silence starship "Dawkins Truth" for transfer.
Listed as MIA/KIA in T.E.R.R.A dossiers.
Listed as "Wanted" by The Association of Silence
---Summary of Misdemeanors---
5 counts of assault
8 counts of destruction of property
3 counts of Manslaughter
17 counts of petty larceny (Foodstuffs)
...
Bone'ead looks around at all the yelling at strange noises, but remains seated, waiting for his large Kebabs.
Why so noisy? Where foods? Bone'ead HUNGRY!
He slams his meaty fist on the table to make his point
"Kray, these forces owe a substantial amount of their income to a Goblin named Grelick. It may not be to their advantage to call increased government scrutiny to their actions, which violate Kvothan penal code M subsection 23: a citizen may not be made a prisoner on foreign soil without a signed warrant of arrest from both worlds. " Sona draws her arc beam seperator from her shin holster. "This one can pass enough restricted phrases through local recording devices to trigger such scrutiny."
"Uhm, is this a bad time to mention I may have some, lets say...Complicated baggage in this city?" Kray said, peeking over the edge of the table he had flipped over for cover the moment the goblins voice had drifted into the shop. "I had sort of hoped the guy I pissed off would have met his end by now, but seems he beat all the competition." Kray fumbled with his shotgun, unfolding it from the nonthreatening square shape he usually carried it around in. "Now ive been gone from this place for a while, but I doubt this guys become any nicer with age." He cursed loudly as one of his shells escaped his grasp, rolling along the floor. He reached for another, loading it into his gun.
Cocking the shotgun, he peered around the table at the assembled men outside, looking at the large goblin in particular. "Dullstick is that you? Long time no see." Kray didnt remember much from back then, but he had seen the large goblin many times at the assorted establishments he had frequented. "No hard feelings about the ear, and the shoulder and uh...Well no hard feelings right?" The goblin had given Kray trouble on his way out those many years ago, earning him several shells from Krays gun. Truth be told, the only reason the ugly bastard was still alive was because Kray had thought him an alright guy. For a goblin.
Sona sighs, relieved. She crosses the room to T-one and grabs his wrist. Then, she searches her new data for infrastructure conduits such as sewers. "Pops, we are in need of your services. This shop needs a service door..."
"Seriously? This is... interesting, but inexcusable."
BoT, the minotaur brothers scream with rage and charge you together. Defy danger to avoid being trampled.
Sona, your data indicates that the market place is part of City Beautification Initiative 7447, passed many years ago. The local establishments are fitted with disintegration units. Accordingly, the ancient sewers beneath the city have not been used in decades, and the inhabitants of the city proper appear to treat them as if they do not exist.
Delshick roars with fury at Kray's words. Kray, you stupid son of a minotaur. Come out now and you can live.
At that, the minotaurs burst through the front door in a rage.
What are you doing, Team 7! Get back in there and guard the exit!
Catching the tail end of Jamees colorful speech to the minotaurs, Kray just barely managed to turn around and roll away from his table before it was flattened in the stampede. Looking at BoT with a bemused look, he quickly turned his attention back to the ones outside. "I can live? Hah, fat chance, dont lie to me you muscle headed idiot!" He called back, unsure if the goblin even heard him over his own yelling at the minotaurs. "Team 7? Awfully official sounding for mobster thugs." He thought, before sending a fusillade of shells through the minotaur shaped hole in the storefront.
Bone'ead roars in outrage as the table is destroyed in front of him
You break Bone'ead food table! BONE'EAD HUNGRY!
He lifts his club high and bellows out as he looks around for something to smash
Blast-O-Tron leaps to the right as Jamee hauls on both joysticks in that direction, desperate to avoid the trampling.
BoT narrowly avoids the minotaurs and rises to his feet, in time to see Kray shred the lead minotaur. It falls in a bloody mess. The two brothers scream in unison, Brother!
The minotaurs charge back into the restaurant, hacking wildly. BoT take best of 2d8 damage from the axes, or fall backwards hard, momentarily interrupting your connection to Jamee .
Kray, the second Minotaur is charging directly at you. He doesn't appear to have any intention of stopping.
Outside, Delshick curses loudly. We got a clusterf+!+ boys! Kill em!
Team 4 obliges, opening fire on the front of the restaurant.
What do you all do in the face of impending danger?
"Whoa!" Jamee shouts, back in his control room, as the emergency evasive maneuvers subroutines kick in and respond to danger faster than his elven reflexes can. The viewscreens go black as the RAB briefly enters autonomous mode in order to escape, landing in a heap among the broken tables and chairs on one side of the room.
Jamee begins slapping the sides and back of his monitor equipment in frustration. "Come on, come on, come on!" he growls.
Bone'ead's eyes widen as rounds start bursting in. He thnks quickly, grabbing the bloody body of the dead Minotaur and lifts it in front of him as a sort of meat shield
Sona pulls T-one to the rear of the shop, a place where she has a good view of the action and space to maneuver. "T-one, you must position yourself behind this one. You are not rated for this level of hazard."
The fat orange blade of the arc-beam separator hums to life as Sona takes a defensive stance. "This is a destruction of private property and assault with a deadly weapon. Please cease and desist before this one is forced to defend the lives of those present by use of legally sanctioned force!"
"How do you like me now, huh!?" Kray shouted, pumping and firing his shotgun a few more times. There was something awfully satisfying about killing people when they were practically asking for it. Kray didnt fancy himself a bad person as such, but if he had to point at something, excluding the drinking and drugging and whoring ofcourse. Well it would be the glee with which he sometimes found himself in the middle of combat. Considering how he had started down the path he was on now, his conduct in combat was fairly strange. Shrinks said it was something about proving he wasnt a coward.
Squinting through the smoke oozing from the barrel of his gun, he had a single solitary second of realization before everything outside the shop turning into flashing weapons and charging bovines.
"Oh for fu.." Was all he managed as the weapons fire tore into everything around him, his luck affording him the chance to dive for cover before being torn to shreds. "Good thing these knuckleheads lead their fire instead of aiming." He thought as he slammed into the floor shoulders first, letting the momentum carry him into a roll for cover.
Rolling onto his back, he looked around in a daze, his vision suddenly blurred. Was it the fall? No, it was the lack of something to drink, and the consequences couldn't have come at a worse time. He was suddenly painfully aware of his age. Body aching, he crawled through shattered glass and furniture, getting into a position to fire back.'
"Clean...out...the...shop...I...got...this!!" He yelled, between bursts from his shotgun, before being met with a hollow click as he squeezed the trigger again. "Sonufa!?" He cursed, reaching into his pockets for more shells, his shaking hands making reloading painfully slow.
Well uh... 2BR was going to try and force his way out through a brand-new side exit, but... Yeah. Guess that doesn't happen. Unless I can convince Rotgut to give me a hand?
Bone'ead grunts as he tries to lift The Body to shield him from the volly of fire. Watching Too Brr move past him, he gives the sturdy robot a rough shove forward
Bone'ead help Too Brrr!
Excellent. There is now a side exit of this building.
> Sona, escape route designation query?
Without waiting for a response, 2BR heads round for the flank to try and scout out what is going on out there.
The ORACLE module enguages as Sona's internal flywheels step up to compensate for the system drain. She links the processor to every camera and microphone her sensor bus can handle, and extrapolates from current combat patterns the odds of a successful escape.
Joints lock and ancillary systems black out as Sona diverts system power to the enourmous task, her arc blade locks in place before her, reducing her defensive abilities to pure endurance.
Omega summons forth his sniper rifle from the void. His heightened senses giving him hyper awareness of the battle field. His frontal cortex surged with energy as it mutated, giving him an omnipresent view of the battle. He picked out the large goblin as the leader and decided to see if he could end this fray quickly.
Omega shot with superhuman accuracy heightened by mutation to infallible levels. His bullet aimed between the eyes of the goblin Kray had be shouting at.
"Yes!" Jamee cries as the pictures gradually blink back on in his VR helmet. "Connection restored!"
Blast-O-Tron climbs slowly to his feet. "Anyone get the number of that bus?" he jokes weakly, out of his vocabulator.
Seeing a gunfight still going on, he cautiously moves to the broken doorway and peeks outside, trying to scope a target. What does he see?
Rotgut, as you stand and raise the minotaur's body in front of you, you can see several members of Team 7 widen their eyes in terror and begin focusing their fire at you. The minotaur's body is quickly disintegrating in your hands under the assault. The cover won't last long! 2BR moves past you towards the side wall, clearly intent on destruction. You take one hand from the Minotaur long enough to give 2BR a hard shove. The wall is helpless under your combined assault, and 2BR tumbles through into relative darkness and quiet. 2BR, your ocular sensors are temporarily damaged and you take the Confused debility.
Kray, the second Minotaur is on you as you fumble for your shells. You manage to get a round in the chamber as an axe comes crashing into your back. Take best of 2d6 damage. As you turn to face the Minotaur, you find another blow coming down.
Sona, you pull T-One to the rear of the shop. As the fire rains down around you take best of 2d6 damage, as you shield T-One and begin to run the probabilities. From his position of relative safety, T-One hooks into the blast door controls. The door should open in any moment. Your attackers do not appear to be interested in your words. The rain of fire continues as you calculate. You determine that the gangsters have focused their attentions entirely on the front of the restaurant, having counted on the minotaurs to seal the rear entrance. The restaurant is in the center of a shopping complex. You know that 2BR has just tumbled into a liquor store. On the other side is a bank.
Omega, as you act heedless of the incoming fire, take 1d6 damage. You line up your shot and hit Delshick directly in the head. Roll your damage +2.
BoT, as you re establish contact you survey the scene. Kray is locked in melee combat with a Minotaur, a second Minotaur closes on Rotgut from behind as he draws most of the fire from outside. Sona and T-One are working on the rear entrance, while 2BR has crashed through into the store nearby.
Outside, Delshick has dropped out of sight, dead or wounded. His agents have closed on his position. Four of them continue to fire at the restaurant, while the fifth appears to tending to Delshick.
Trusting Bonehead to handle himself against the minotaur, I immediately open fire with both laser barrels at the Minotaur swinging an Axe down on Kray! I shout into my headset mic, blasting taunts at the cow-creature as I fire at it, hoping to distract it with either my voice or my laser blasts, whichever is more effective!
Letting out out a snarl. Bone'ead rushes out, Ignorant of the danger behind him, charging Team 7 with his club held high, intent on interrupting their fire and scattering them!
Grazed as he fires the bullet connects with a loud blast.
Sona is able to deflect some of the laser-fire before her joints lock up, but as she and T-one perform their duties, she is left vulnerable to the second barrage. She takes the second volly of burning light rather than jeopardize either operation.
Sona fought with her base programming to suggest an action to her crew-mates. "Keep Kray out of the hydroxyl, we need his senses focused, and be careful, that whole store could go up at one stray spark!" She could not suggest arson to them, but she could warn them of fire safety.
Grunting and crying out in pain, Kray cursed his luck as the minotaur had targeted him in the confusion. While the skintight body armor he wore underneath his street clothes had stopped the blade from going straight through him, the force of the impact was too much for even the kinetic countermeasures to handle. He could have sworn he felt something crack in his spine.
Rolling onto his back, he saw the blade descending again, and kept rolling. As his momentum carried him back onto his back, he slammed the shotgun into the minotaurs groin.
However to his dismay, the impact brought with it the metallic tinking sound of a standard issue codpiece. "Figures." He thought. Still, judging by the minotaurs reaction, it hadnt been enough.
Jamee, it appears your connection has not yet fully re-established. Your fire misses the Minotaur and only serves to distract Rotgut.
Rotgut, your body shield continues to disintegrate as you charge, but it protects you long enough. You hit two gangsters with a baseball swing, and they go flying like rag dolls, disappearing behind a nearby stall.
However, your Minotaur shield is gone, 3 gangsters are shooting at you, and a minotaur charges you from behind. To make matters worse, someone is firing at you from the restaurant. Take -1 forward (thanks Jamee!) to defy danger.
Meanwhile, Kray, your cheap shot appears ineffective. From this close you are able to determine why, this Minotaur is female. Enraged, the axes come crashing down again, take best of 2d6 damage again as the blows continue to rain down on you.
What do you do?
Sona, you suddenly find yourself in the relative calm of the back of the store.
Bone'ead realizes his situation is quite bad, and races towards the nearby stall the two gangsters went behind...
2BR is going to flail around, trying to figure out whats going on.
...Never mind
Rolling from side to side, blocking as best he could with his shotgun, Kray grimaced as another hit impacted against his forearm. "Ive had it up to here lady!" He grunted as he deflected another wild swing. "Im too tired and too sober to be dealing with this crap!" He added, before pumping the solitary shell inside the shotgun and blasting her square in the face.
Rotgut, not only do you defy danger, you transcend it! With a swing of your trunk, the three gangsters dive back and stop shooting. You reach back with a giant fist and grab the Minotaur, lifting it bodily until you bite off its head. Use your healing move without a roll and without consequences. You take cover behind the stall, where two of your prior victims lay dead at your feet.
What do you do?
Was that a command? Does Kray have legitimate authority? ... It will have to do."Understood, Dr. Kray."
Sona stalks from her position, grabbing the drink cooler that could handle the strain. She reaches the front of the store, places the cooler near the middle of the floor, and thrusts her arc blade into the ceiling to cut the support girder to the shop's sign, then two cuts, removing a wedge from the final support beam adjacent to the two ruined walls.
Sona turns coolly.
The Roof should collapse into that corner, stopped by the drink drink cooler with enough force to shake the twelve foot NOLED sign off in the direction of the back row of the men in uniform.
"Do you have an estimate on opening that door, T-one?"
Kray, your shotgun blast leaves nothing recognizable as a living being. The restaurant is heavily damaged, but empty of enemy combatants. As far as you can tell, nobody is still firing at the restaurant. You do hear many screams from outside, the distinct screams of absolute terror.
What do you do?
2BR, you are able to discern that you are standing in a room full of low grade accelerants. You also don't hear any weapons fire from behind you.
What do you do?
Sona, you make quick work of the support beams, and the entire building comes crashing down, exactly as you predicted, and somehow none of your allies are crushed. You do hear a satisfying crash out side, and several of the screams of terror change into screams of pain. Behind you T-One chirps, The door is now open. Please follow me.
What do you do?
2BR is going to gather as much of the "low grade accelerant" as he can carry.
Hearing the distinct brand of horrified screaming he had come to associate with Rotgut, Kray bounced back on his feet, grunting and holding a hand to his back as he did so. "Ill got help out meathead, make sure he doesnt get himself killed somehow." He said, bolting out of the door, his hands working quickly as he loaded more shells.
Coming out into the open, he tried to spot Rotgut, all the while ready to lay fire into anyone who looked at him the wrong way.
>The back door is open.
>Gather your things children, we have an appointment.
Sona returns the deactivated cutter to her thigh holster and scours the shop for functional weaponry to confiscate.
Bone'ead Gulps down the head of the dead Minotaur before looking back with a growl. Seeing Doc come out shotgun blasting, he leaps out of cover, club swinging, read to smash the gunners into the ground
As soon as I collect my "low grade accelerant" I'll be heading in with Sona to look for weaponry
Jamee reboots his visual interface and engages his full scanner mode, lowering a visor over Blast-O-Tron's visual array and assisting Sona in her search.
What here is useful or valuable to me?
Yes, just like that, Mast- er... Jamee. Thank you.
Rotgut, you charge back into the open, finding a single goblin waiting for you, shaking in his boots, but scared enough to shoot you as you charge. Take 1d6 damage, and roll your damage.
2BR, you pick up: Liquor Bottles (5 uses, 1 weight, top shelf , messy , flammable , near ).
However, you fail to find anything useful back in the restaurant. In fact, the only thing you do see is a pair of goblins dragging Delshick down the street at high speed. They are already two blocks away.
BoT and Sona, rummaging through the remains of the restaurant you discover a personal data pad near the register. It appears that it is not linked into the wireless database that Sona already searched through.
T-One is suddenly more urgent. I believe it is time to go.
What do you do?
Sona activates the crew-wide Voice Over Selective Space-Internet Protocol mic on the back of her wrist. "We must leave quickly while we have the element of surprise. Please evacuate in a quick and orderly fashion through the emergency exit located in the aft of the shop. Thank you, and have a nice day."
Your com links chirp to life. Good news mates! De dark webs be alight with payin work! UBER's done a merc all call. De targets be armed and deadly! Ye best be gettin' there first, me hearties!
He rattles off the last known address of the targets. It is the kebab restaurant.