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The link to SCP-682 appears broken. I'll google it and go from there :)

Trying not to look caught off guard, the security officer smiles politely to the white bearded man as he talks. The security officer scans the white lab coat for a name tag as they head for the office. Sitting Fours accepts the datapad and begins reading. It takes him a few minutes to get through the article but despite the blurred vision and itching he manages to get the gist. This is bad.
Fours places the datapad down on the old man's desk and presses his hands together in thought, Ok, no big deal. Stay calm. Breath, treat it like a game. We're just two guys chatting about a game... Sounds like you guys really lucked out on this one. Where do you have it contained now? How much acid is left?
I'd like to have an idea of how much time we have before we even attempt to transfer it to another mode of containment.
Fours racks his aching brain for examples of high security cells he's seen in the past. He'd covered for a friend once on a mining platform attached to an asteroid once, they had an interesting sensory deprivation cell, no gravity, just a breathing mask, Off the top of my head, perhaps the most daring might be a vacuum (+1, question #1). SCP-682's reptilian anatomy allows it to filter just about any matter through its nostrils for digestion. This makes containing it in any medium a virtual all you can eat buffet. I'd suggest removing anything it can ingest for a start. Starve it off. Better yet, freeze it in its current container, should buy us some more time. (+1, #5 for reading googled website - hope that was the right one). I see you've already tried burning it. You usually can't go wrong with fire, that's my favorite standby but you have to be careful not to mix up canisters. Plasma canisters look almost exactly like fuel canisters and you don't want to ignite the plasma catalyst with a flame thrower. Fours tries to grin but the nerve in his eyebrow tightens turning his grin into a wince. I see you only had moderate results burning 682. Shame.(+1, question #3) Scrambling for more security related stories Fours chuckles as a random, yet perhaps relative anecdote comes to mine. They once had to eject an unruly inmate out into space. The thing had acid for blood and insisted on cutting itself to try and escape, burning its way out to another level. The inquire didn't go very well - Fours is still paying off the fine, F*# it, they can't get any more credits out of me if I'm dead, Have you tried ejecting it into space?
Fours adjusts the datapad, glancing at it for reference, I presume you'd like to use SCP-182 as a means to control it? I'm not entirely sure this is a good idea, given 182's history. In my opinion the guy's turned anti-social, besides you'd need someone to speak with 182 on the other side of things and that's going to be disastrous. Leave SCP-182 out of this (+1, question #2). I'd go with SCP-106. The old guy probably won't survive but they just may destroy each in the process. (+1, question #4) Have you tried nanotech? I may have a lead on some stuff that might just knock it out.
Feeling a cough coming on, Fours violently clears his throat, Any chance for a glass of water?
Keeping up appearances...: 1d6 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) - 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 7


After chugging eighteen cups of water (It's free, after all!), K'kth'ki follows the gang to the cargo bay.


Going on the assumption that "Ion Pills" might be the antidote (my impression from what you said is that they are a separate item, distinctly different from the nanovirus, yes?), Moves in Shadows tries to pinpoint their location :

Hacking & Tracking: 1d6 ⇒ 4

And finds that they are currently...???


As the rest of the crew begins to head towards the bay, the networked collection of miltarized HelpBots attempts to get security camera footage of the docking bay, to better inform themselves of what they're walking into.

Team Hack with the HelpBots: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Potential Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 5

S.H.I.EL.D. forward the security footage to the crew's comm units.

Hello! Thanks for being a loyal subscriber to the Standard HelpBot In-Ship Elective Drive service!

Attached is a live stream of the cargo bay where Borak and his henchmen were last seen.

Also, this letter serves as reminder of your upcoming renewal of the Standard HelpBot In-Ship Elective Drive service. No further action on your part is necessary to complete the automatic renewal.

Also your monthly rate is increasing by a modest 40% per month.

Have a great day and thank you for choosing HelpBots!

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Sampet engages Gorn as he turns away, and the big man sighs. "Well, alright. Look, I don't have anything at the store right now, but James, he's the manager of the cargo deck. Tell him I sent you, and if he likes you, maybe he'll give you some of my special stock, y'know? Mind you, he's an android and he's kinda touchy but other wise he's a good guy.
Hey, I, I gotta run. But good luck."

With that he heads back to his shop.
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Riven watches Gorn go back to serving StarBurgers in the best way that he can. It's certainly possible that he may have sent some clandestine signal, but it's not possible for you to tell, and the group has already left.
If you choose to catch up, read on.
If you choose to confront a large man in his own place of business, turn to page 45.
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Zanbabe, Zackary, Hazell, SO 4-45, and Red Shirt Guy head straight to the cargo bay. K'kth'ki stops to visit the little alien's room and empty his eight bladders, but his speedy pseudopods let him catch up pretty quickly.

SHIELD and the helpbots (I call that as a band name!) witness the group enter the cargo bay.

Sure enough, it's abuzz with activity, as people and machines come and go and boxes and stuff get transported from one place to another.

It's not common for folk to just show up at the cargo floor as tourists, so before long an android dressed in the polo-and-slacks of managers universe-wide walks up to them.

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"Greetings fellow lifeforms," the android says to the party. "I am the current manager-person of the supply place. Please state your nomenclature and your current intention of duty in this current spot in the time-space continuum!"

He offers his hand for shaking.

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Finally! Moves in Shadows is finally able to crack a rather sturdy firewall and get into some recent actual communication from the man in question.

About two hours ago he sent this text: 'Alright, I'm at the cargo deck now so I should be there soon.'

It seems that Lord Borak is no longer at the cargo area! What will you do?!?!?!?

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Indeed. That was some hell of a internet-fu. Good job Fours.

"Yes, Yes!" the old man ejaculates. "Ah! Of course of course! Yes yes, I'll sent this up the chain right away! Now, you must realize that we'll need some data to back this up. Would you be willing to get to it right away? I have the medical lab booked for a considerable amount of time. Is that convenient to you?"

What do you do?

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Rosie Jetson wrote:
Rosie turns her external functions off and waits to be disintegrated.

Rosie, you are picked up by a engineer team in full HAZMAT suit. They cart you back to the Rocket and deposit you there.

They way they stay and watch you indicates they desire you to stay there.

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Init:+1 Perc: +4{Passive: 19}{P. Invest: 22} | Insp = Yes!| +7/d8+4 x2| FS: 1 C: 1| Artificer 5| AC:19 | HP: 43/43{5} | 1st: 4/4 2nd: 2/2|

"Kid, I don't know what the hell you think you're doing or where the hell you think you are. Maybe some of my fellow captain do like the look of an extra coin a bit much, but that's not how my dog hunts.

Boy, I was at the Battle of Tour's Nebula. I was there with Lord-Commander Martel. I sent two whole wings of battle-cruisers into the Xithra lines to splash their Hiveships. I lost a hundred thousand men to push them sums'a'biches back, and EVERY DAM' one'a those men had more testicular fortitude in their left pinky then in any ten'a you.

So I tell ya how we're gonna do this. Ten angry men in power armor are gonna haul your ass back to that panty-wagon you call a ship an' you're gonna go back to Gemini and clean up whatever mess you got yourself in.

Maybe you kill Borak, maybe he kills you. Either way, that's one less loose end in my book.

Imma get the Enforcer an' Jenner to take a little coffee break. That gives you about two hours to get this done. An 'from what my scanners tell me, that's a bout as long as you have to live, one way or another.

I'm not gonna say 'How's that sound?' 'cause I don't give two whomprats' ass what you think. So instead I'll show you what integrity an' a sense of duty look like and I'll just say, 'Die with Honor.'"

The screen goes black and the door pops open, just as your redhead ceases all functions and clatters awkwardly to the floor. A voice enhanced by a battle-armor's vox states, "Sir? You may come with us now."

What do you do?


Inwardly Fours sighs. Gulping down the glass of water, Man, is it getting hot in here? Fours couldn't agree more with the old man, The clock is ticking! The sooner we get to work the better. I will of course require two of your staffers - to speed things up naturally. The security officer/spy/Orange card carrying lab supervisor and now bio-physicists, I really should take up poker when all this is done... stands to leave, Can I ask you for a skilled tech familiar with nanite physiology and your top IT guy? Fours holds up his own comp pad, I'm afraid the rest of my gear is held up in customs, something about a rogue ship trying to dock without permission. I even heard people leaving Starburgers(TM) say they fired on the station! Fours turns his head to emphasis his raised eyebrow before politely coughing into his elbow, Pardon me, the guy next to me on the transport wouldn't stop coughing. I hope I didn't catch something.
Bluff: 1d6 ⇒ 4


"Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!" -- Cervantes

Zanbabe shakes the hand of James the android, then pulls up a picture of she and Borak during the brief and oh-so-regretted period in which they were dating. She shows it to James and asks "Have you seen this lifeform?' (Mentally she adds some negatively descriptive adjectives before "lifeform," but keeps them to herself in order to not confuse James.)

If you have, can you tell me where he went?

get James to spill Borak's location: 1d6 ⇒ 4
bonus roll: 1d6 ⇒ 4


Jensens looks the oddly dressed manager up and down for any sign of a tiki torch. The security officer has a weird feeling about this android; the 120-A/2s are known to be twitchy and if this guy bleeds white Jensens wants to be ready.

What model is this guy?: 1d6 ⇒ 4


Male? Warforged Fighter 5 | Init +1 | HP 44/44 | AC 20 | 1st Spells-2/3 DC 13 SpA+5 | Insp: 1 | Pass Per: 13
Saves:
Saves: STR: +6; DEX: +1; CON: +5; INT: +2; WIS: +0; CHA: -1

Riven hurries to catch up to the others.

Love the choose your own adventure reference.


Red shirt guy looks around letting Zanbabe take the lead, prepared for a trap or security to raid the bay.

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HP 3/3 | Ammo (+1) 3/3

"'Ey! James lad - Gorn sent us." Sampet follows behind Zanbabe's shoulder as she greets the android. "Gorn said that anything you could give us on Borak's whereabouts would be appreciated - and said that we were welcome to access some of the 'special stock?' Something nice, I 'ope."

Diplomacy: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Diplo Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 3


S.H.I.EL.D. does not possess emotions. It is not possible for S.H.I.EL.D. to fume.

Nevertheless, there's something different in it's responses. Something, were one to attribute emotions, that might be called 'snippy.'

THE LARGE HUMAN GAVE US INCORRECT AND/OR OUT OF DATE INSTRUCTIONS. WE MUST RECTIFY THE DATA.

S.H.I.EL.D. begins to direct the combined power of the HelpBots to search archives of the cargo bay, to find information on which route Borak took to leave and trace him via security archives from the cargo bay to his ultimate location.

HELPBOTS ASSEMBLEEEEE!: 1d6 ⇒ 3


2/2 HelpBot Communal +1s to Use

HelpBot Mk I somehow gets into a reality show livestream and is unable or unwilling to leave the stream to hunt for Borak. The rest of the HelpBots efforts suffer accordingly.


HP: 2/3 | Ammo (+1) 3/3

Drakul slinks into the cargo bay with the rest of the crew. "Trask," he whispers, "the humans want bigger guns to go into battle. Imagine how much they will worship mighty Drakul and faithful stupid Trask when we find the weapons they want for them." With a look he thinks is sly, Drakul begins to scan the place for the 'special stock.'

Perception: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Drakul, being unable to read, walks past a number of interestingly-labelled boxes with no concept of what is in them. He assumes that the large wooden cubes are like building blocks, but for giants.


HP: 3/3 | 1 Benny To Use | Ammo (+1) 3/3

Trask slings behind Drakul, nervously looking around for the promised weapons, for someone who might yell at them, or anything dangerous.

Perception, but fearful: 1d6 ⇒ 2


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Your Friendly Monster Narrator

(A random crewmember saved a StarBurger(TM) for Ancient Dragon Master, and now hands it to him.)


Gauis Marcus Arvitus wrote:

"Kid, I don't know what the hell you think you're doing or where the hell you think you are. Maybe some of my fellow captain do like the look of an extra coin a bit much, but that's not how my dog hunts.

Boy, I was at the Battle of Tour's Nebula. I was there with Lord-Commander Martel. I sent two whole wings of battle-cruisers into the Xithra lines to splash their Hiveships. I lost a hundred thousand men to push them sums'a'biches back, and EVERY DAM' one'a those men had more testicular fortitude in their left pinky then in any ten'a you.

So I tell ya how we're gonna do this. Ten angry men in power armor are gonna haul your ass back to that panty-wagon you call a ship an' you're gonna go back to Gemini and clean up whatever mess you got yourself in.

Maybe you kill Borak, maybe he kills you. Either way, that's one less loose end in my book.

Imma get the Enforcer an' Jenner to take a little coffee break. That gives you about two hours to get this done. An 'from what my scanners tell me, that's a bout as long as you have to live, one way or another.

I'm not gonna say 'How's that sound?' 'cause I don't give two whomprats' ass what you think. So instead I'll show you what integrity an' a sense of duty look like and I'll just say, 'Die with Honor.'"

The screen goes black and the door pops open, just as your redhead ceases all functions and clatters awkwardly to the floor. A voice enhanced by a battle-armor's vox states, "Sir? You may come with us now."

What do you do?

Very inspiring sir. I'm gonna turn over a new leaf. He says while retrieving and pocketing the cred chip. Frank looks over the gorgeous red head lying lifeless on the floor. Not the first women to try and kill me. I'm sure she's not the last. He looks up at the corridor filled with armorer guards. Right guys?

Two guards rush in and grab Frank by either arm. They forcefully march Frank to his ship. Frank turns to the one on the right. Hey man, you interested in some Aniroids? Only a thousand a month. A guard from behind cuffs the back of his head.

Ok. five hundred. Another guard gives him a gut punch.

Frank recovered by the time he's dragged to the Crotch Rocket. They push him inside. He sees that the hazmat team had thrown the standing locked android onto the couch. Frank shakes his head. She had a crush on me. Seeing me with the pleasure model must have been too much for her...she had to shut down. Poor thing.

The android had the creepy look of the dead. Frank retrieves a floppy straw hat from storage and drops it on her face. Frank thought it made her look sleeping.

Frank buttons up and launches. He opens his comms to Gorn. He man. I need access to your supply dock in the cargo bay. Name your price. Any price.

Bribery: 1d6 ⇒ 3


Moves in Shadows tries to access the SPS ("Station Positioning System") on Borak's tablet and overlays it with a 3-d map of the station :

Hacking: 1d6 ⇒ 5

and finds that he is now...where?

After obtaining the info, she sends over her commlink to the Angel, which should be heard by anyone within earshot of an on-board speaker, OR who has an ear-bud or built-in radio receiver "Attention, Angel crew members! This is your on-station friend. I have just found out that Lord Borak is no longer in the station's cargo hold, but is now at (to be filled in by the GM)!"


Your Friendly Monster Narrator

(Moves in Shadows, you should roll again to see if something super cool happens)


Thanks, I'm too used to Savage Worlds, where you only re-roll if the die comes up with its highest value (a 6 on a d6)! This re-roll on a Success is going to take some getting used to...

Hacking: 1d6 ⇒ 3

For a total of 8!!!

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SO 4-44, the man is nodding, hanging on your every word. "Ah, of course of course, yes yes, yes shall have that. Hm? What? Techs? Yes yes, of course you'll need a secretary, I'll have one sent up, this way this way." You're lead a short way and the old man opens an impressive looking door with...waaaaaaaaaaaay too many exterior locks than a science lab should need. Oddly, it looks like the locks aren't meant to keep anyone out so much as to keep something -in-.

As you guessed, the place is tricked out with cutting edge and bleeding edge tech. Even if you were the person you pretend to be you'd not understand how to turn half the stuff on, least of all use it. But there are some basic processors that should suffice to...get started? You got a lot of nano-tech training do ya?

"Here you are here you are. The samples are in the yellow sector, under their SCP number. I'll have an assistant sent up. Oh, they may be D-class, it's so hard to hang on to good aids around here. All the smart ones leave and all the dumb ones get eaten."

He exits and leaves you to your own devices.
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SHIELD, Helpbot I has found out that Susan was dating Bobby, but he cheated on her with Jennifer, but she was already dating Steve, but Steve had an open relationship with Renee, but Renee was already involved with Susan, so that means that....

This could go on for awhile.
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m Human(Revolution) Golemoid 2 Init.+4 AC 20 HP: 21/21

"Negative!" the 'bot responds definitively to inquiries if Borak is there. "His personnel are located at this space and do maneuver containers of items and things for purchase at times during the wake-cycle, but they are not currently located here.

However, as he is a dealer in pharmaceuticals that are not legalized for any purpose and therefore are not dealt with here, I believe that he has been known to occupy the location-space known as Thirsty's Bar.
Retzack, the goblin bartender may know more about his current point of residence."

Thirsty's Bar is a pretty popular watering hole, and it's location is known to all of you.

Drakul, Trask, Red Shirt Guy, and anyone else observing the cargo dock, everyone that you can see has been carrying on as they were before your arrival. Due to the lack of clever ambushes or obvious assassination attempts on your person, it's pretty doubtful that Lord Borak, who probably has a sizable quantity of guards, would be holed up here.

"Affirmative, fellow life-form" the bot says as he's clandestinely asked about weapons. "If you are pursuing that particular no-good personage, then some things could be made available...but not for free."

In his odd gait, he takes you to a private-ish cove of crates and opens one. For any who can pay, he'll outfit you with Clint-class blaster pistols.

They're good for a few decent shots, but all that power means they take a lot to charge.

You can all buy one thing during the adventure. For those who have not had a major purchase of, say, 20 Starburgers like Red Shirt Guy, you may buy a gun. They give +1 on any 3 combat rolls.

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'Denise??? What the hell??? Get out! If he finds someone STILL in his system he's gonna use my ass as a place to put rakes and shovels and implements of destruction. COME ON NOW!
PLEASE??'

You find some activity that Borak was heading to a place to deal with some illegal drugs and makes large sums of cash. Looks like a place called Thirsty's? That mean anything to you?

Second roll must also be a 4+ to get candy out of the pinata. Sry if I missed that. That sounds better. I reserve the right to change that back if your way is betterer.

[edit]: Due to your l33t sk1llZ, the Boot IC doesn't seem as effective. It might slow you down, but you start to think that he can't just eject you at will. Whatever he's bringing to the table, you can probably either outsmart or outlast it.


The old man isn't gone more than 10 seconds before Fours breaks into a hoarse, red faced, eye bulging coughing fit. After a minute, the security officer manages to gain some control over himself and anxiously looks around. Nothing looks familiar, Faargh me...
Rubbing his itchy hands over his face, Fours exhales long and slow and decides to wait for one of the dummies to show up.
Are these the droids I'm looking for?: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Intro's next...

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"Welcome to Starburgers. How can I make you smile like you've never smiled before today?" a young and female voice comes back at Frank. "What? Pay me to use my docking port?!? GORN! We got another one!" is the last thing you here before the comm line goes dead.

Of note, it looks like there's something in the glove box that wasn't there before.

You take it out and open the box. Inside is a note:

'Son, I might not've been straight with you. I guess getting Borak dead would be slightly better, all things considered.
And since you can't catch big fish without a big pole, here you go. Die with honor.'

Inside is a military-grade Stalker plasma pistol. The clip is a small reactor of barely-contained destruction, and you wouldn't know how to reaload it even if someone gave you whatever the hell one might use to reload it with. But for what it does, it should do it well.

You get +2 on any 2 combat rolls. You must declare usage before the dice are rolled.

Your scanners tell you that the airspace around the Angel looks pretty quiet now. You could probably re-dock with it and head in that way?


Moves in Shadows wrote:


After obtaining the info, she sends over her commlink to the Angel, which should be heard by anyone within earshot of an on-board speaker, OR who has an ear-bud or built-in radio receiver "Attention, Angel crew members! This is your on-station friend. I have just found out that Lord Borak is no longer in the station's cargo hold, but is now at Thirsty's!"

Hearing the transmission from the hacker gave him badly needed direction. Frank crumples up the note and tosses it behind his back. He looks at plasma pistol and cracks a smile. It's a nice back-up piece. he says to the inert android, while holstering it in his waist sash.

Frank decides to dock with the Angel. It wasn't his first choice, as the distance from Thirsty's was going to eat into his life clock. CR is once again in the bay of the Angel, Frank slipping it in with practiced ease.

Frank retrieves his vac-suit neck ware. Touching the collar's DNA reader, it's nano pressure fabric expands to cover Franks body. The crystal titanium helmet grows to cover his head. Frank can feel his ears pop as the suit pressurizes. He goes to the weapons locker and retrieves a Negative-Space Grenade Launcher nicknamed The Dirty Sanchez. The grenades contained a micro black-hole, that when exposed would eat all matter in a thirty foot radius before evaporating, and crap out the matter in another part of the universe. It was extremely dangerous, especially in a space station, but he didn't have time to screw around with his cadre of guards.

Frank exits the ship and lowers the Grav-cycle from the Crotch Rocket's storage bay. He straddles the conveyance, and launches himself at break neck speed from the shuttlebay to Thirsty's.

Motorbike driving fun: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Frank, the agent of chaos :)


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Deciding the android can't be all that bad, Jensens follows it around the dock to the questionable alcove. Selecting a plain, standard issue looking Clint-class blaster pistol, the security officer examines the weapon; a long barreled black, six-shot, double-action revolver in the late 20th century style police issue handguns. Hmph, even has the wooden grip. At one time this was the most powerful handgun in the world, blowing heads clean off. However many users found they'd lose count of how many rounds they'd fired after about 3 or 4 and it was replaced by a more efficient Glock Tactical pistol. Considering the Magnum only ever held six, it is a mystery to Jensens how anyone could lose count. In order to avoid headaches, he'd decided man was much more primitive in those days. Jensens pays the droid but makes sure he gets a receipt. He'll fill out a R-T22i when he gets back to the Angel and await reimbursement in next month's pay check.
Too heavy to attach to his Velcro utility belt, Jensens double checks the safety and tucks the revolver into the back of his black pants, letting the tail of his red shirt conceal the grip. When everyone is ready, the security officer falls in behind the de facto captains and heads towards Thirsty's.

Knowledge check: .44 Magnum: 1d6 ⇒ 4


"Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!" -- Cervantes

Zanbabe heads to Thirsty's, not actually expecting to find Borak, but to receive the runaround again.


Inactive

Zak heads to Thirsty's.


Female Android Inactive

Rosie activates her external functions and goes to hide in the Angel, which she should never have left in the first place.


Female Peri-blooded Aasimar Inactive

Hazell looks at her commpad to make sure that it isn't time for her date yet. Then she summons company security to Thirsty's to capture or kill someone named Borak who is assassinating company employees. ... Then she heads over herself.


HP: 3/3 | 1 Benny To Use | Ammo (+1) 3/3

Trask whimpers as he approaches the knot of crew members purchasing weapons. "But... but Drakul... this money was for Trask and Drakul to buy a farm... Get away from trouble like this. Doesn't Drakul remember?" He turns to his companion, who is gone. "...Drakul...??"


HP: 2/3 | Ammo (+1) 3/3

Drakul comes running back to Trask. "Gaze and wonder, stupid Trask, at what Drakul has achieved! DRAKUL AND TRASK HAVE ARMAMENTS!!!" Drakul has bought a double armful of small arms, and somehow got tailblades from somewhere. He excitedly drops the guns in a cluttered pile and begins chasing his own tail to attach the tailblade. "The humans will remember this as they day that Drakul and stupid Trask were recognized as ALMIGHTY WARRIORS!"

+1s to both Trask and Drakul


HP: 2/3 | Ammo (+1) 3/3

Able nods approvingly as the picks up the Clint. "It's heavy. That's good. Heavy is a sign of reliability." He holsters it. "And if it doesn't work, you just throw it at them." He then follows Zanbabe and Zakary to the bar, herding the reptiloids as he goes.


Male Dilletante | HP 3/3 | Ammo (+1) 3/3

Lucian follows behind, nose to his phone, coming up with the perfect caption for his gun-wielding selfie.

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Lucian McAllistair wrote:
Lucian follows behind, nose to his phone, coming up with the perfect caption for his gun-wielding selfie.

"'Ow about 'baby's first piece?' Oo, oo, or -" Sampet pauses for dramatic effect. "'Now this t%&!'s gotta shot.' Naw, I'm f~~&in' with ya, mate, keep your 'ead out of yer arse and step to it. Gun fight's no time for posting. Get a livestream bot if you must." His new gun riding his hip, Sampet follows the rest of the crew.


Atlas2112 wrote:
Second roll must also be a 4+ to get candy out of the pinata....I reserve the right to change that back if your way is betterer.

Well, that reduces the chances of a "major" success from 33% (sum of the die rolls is 8 or better) to 25% (each die roll is a 4 or better). Meh. Probably not worth griping too much over, it's less than a 10% difference. Which do you want us to have, a *1/3* chance of major success or a *1/4* chance?


Poisoner... HP 9/9 | AC 15 T13 FF 12
Skills:
Acrobat +5 | Climb +2 | Disable Device +9 | Perception +8 | Sleight of Hand +5 | Stealth +5 |

Is there anyone here capable of using magic? We all seem to be a bunch of fighters and rogues :P

Earlier...
The night shift. No one likes it and few volunteer to take it but on a ship like the Angel, someone has to man the controls and crank the music when the deck lights go out and the dance floor comes to life.
The noise of battle and the flashing red lights woke Eruaphen earlier than he'd expected. As the Angel shook off Gemini's return fire and made for the docking bay, a throbbing headache plagued Eruaphen's weary mind. Yet as the ship's Cruise Director, hangovers were not uncommon to his line of work. Donning a blue open chested blouse, a good magician never wheres a shirt with buttons that work, the elf fastened leather pants then hits the books. He was good at his job, capable of making just about anything appear from out of thin air, but all this talent takes time to prepare. Handkerchiefs need to folded, flowers concealed, cards packed and rabbits fed. And those were just the bread and butter spells, this CD had other tricks up his sleeve. Tricks he'd been dying to use for years - evocations. The boom and bang of the business.

By the time Eruaphen was ready, the ship had gone silent and everyone had left. Striding out into the halls the ship's CD was not pleased, No one tells me anything. Where have they gone to now? Groaning, If Zanbabe had let me take on an assistant I would not always be the last to know! Flipping open his communicator, an early 21st century Gold Samsung Galaxy Pro, Eruaphen checked his messages, Garbage, nonsense, who the devil is Frank? AH! Thirsty's.
Rounding a corner he spies Rosie attempting to hide in a utility closet, Rosie! Eruaphen voice booms with an eccentric flare of showmanship, How would you like to get out of this place for a change? I think I can promise you more than just common pocket magic today! There's a definite spark in the air girl! With flourish the ship's CD waves his hand sending sparks into the air, sparks which Rosie's sensory package is unable to determine a source of origin for the sudden show of energy. A spontaneous display of pure arcane magic...which disappointingly turns into confetti.
Eruaphen stops in his tracks to stare at the falling bits of paper. He closes his eyes, Blast! I despise when that happens.

Convince Rosie to accompany him to Thirsty's: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Wow her!: 1d6 ⇒ 1 Well, perhaps later...


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Rosie is completely gullible convinced, and goes along with him instead of hiding.


Poisoner... HP 9/9 | AC 15 T13 FF 12
Skills:
Acrobat +5 | Climb +2 | Disable Device +9 | Perception +8 | Sleight of Hand +5 | Stealth +5 |

Ever the showman, Eruaphen bows graciously, We shall blow them away with our talents Rosie! Just you watch. Leading the way, the ship's CD's long confident strides causes his hair to wave and manly blouse to billow. I would not presume to impose upon you Rosie, however I find a little background music sets the stage. Flipping open his gold embossed communicator he selects his music app and furrows his brows in a most serious sort of way as a notes fill the air, Its an antique you know, Eruaphen gestures to his phone, All good magicians carry an antique or two with them, for credibility naturally.

In no time at all the two crew members alight the Angel and make for Thirsty's in dramatic runway fashion. (Or at least Eruaphen does I'm not sure if Rosie struts as she walks)


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Our talents? I have talent? thinks Rosie, and starts to walk a little taller (though I wouldn't say strutting).

She still has the advanced weaponry program slotted in, and is carrying a gigantic gun, but her mind is on magic.

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One of those TOTALLY meaningless GM rolls that everyone seems to like so much.:

2d4 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5

Frank ZOOMS out of the ship like a nocturnal flying mouse trying to exit the infernal realm, but he gets his directions mixed up as he is unable to look at the map and drive at the same time. Instead of going directly to Thirsty's he actually...almost runs over Zanbabe and the rest of the group. After awkward/heartwarming reunions are made, they travel onward.

The advantage to this is that the noise of the motorbike is loud enough for Eruaphen and Rosie to hone in on.
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SO 4-45 is introspective of the powerful handgun, and a few minutes of bonding with it gives him a better understanding. Most people, used to laser targeting arrays, are unable to use the gun to it's full, if out-dated, potential. But now that he has melded with these strange "iron sights" he should be able to use it to a great advantage.

SO 4-45 gets +1 on -4- rolls.
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"Oh, look, we got another complaint about this "Borak" guy."
"Meh. Log it with the others."

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I want there to be a 50% success rate. Suffice that all else is simply playing in to a larger, pre-thought out plan. MUHAHAHHAHA!!
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"There they are!" says a group of 5 completely pre-determined security officers who round the next corner.

"Blast them!"

What do you do?

Hot dam have I got the whole party together? Oh, no, just 4-44 doing his own thing. Weirdo.


Male? Warforged Fighter 5 | Init +1 | HP 44/44 | AC 20 | 1st Spells-2/3 DC 13 SpA+5 | Insp: 1 | Pass Per: 13
Saves:
Saves: STR: +6; DEX: +1; CON: +5; INT: +2; WIS: +0; CHA: -1

Riven heads to Thirsty's club of scum and villainy.

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Riven -also- is ambushed by 5 security guys. WHAT DOES HE DO?!?!?

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