Anya "Wraith" Whiteangel's page

Hey I liked Wrath!! She and HepCat were awesome....ahhh longing for those Shadowrun Days!!

"HepCat? Oh man, that ultra-wiz chummer is the Heppiest Cat that ever HapCated!"

Anya grabs an imaginary steering wheel and starts making vroom vrrooom noises.

Hey guys, just FYI.

Someone else started a Recruitment for a Star Wars d6 campaign.

Let's go!

"You're a trixy little scamp ain't ya?" Anya quips as she decides to keep shooting at the Weequay and see how that goes.

Shooting! -1D two actions: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 1, 4, 5) = 16
Damage!: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 1, 2, 3) = 15

"Congrats for turning your flashlight on!" she yells at Qot who seems happy at having done a thing. "Maybe you can--NO!!" Suddenly Toral drops from a solid shot. And Wraith was angry.

Without thinking she whips around and sends a shot whizzing in the Gungan's direction.

Shooting! -1D two actions, -2d for Gungan cover: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 3) = 10 tagged ya!
Damage!: 5d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 3, 1, 1) = 8 ._.

I am thinking that, even though I was against the idea of called shots, is there a way to target the Jawa's flamethrower? Like a hose going to the nozzel or the tank itself to empty out the fuel, or whatever to make it stop working. I was hoping for a way to take out the instrument without having to take out the creature behind it...if not, oh well, sucks to be him...or her

Are you wanting to shoot at the flamethrower because you're trying to be...merciful?

=3

It looks like youre both right!

Yes, Dodge is a Reaction, so one aught not be forced to take it if one doesn't have to. But also it seems a great boon if you never have to pay for it.

Hence it seems like there could be a couple solutions.

1) Make everybody not pay for it.
Just as the people who go first would shoot then Dodge at -1, we could just say that the people who go second can take a full simgle action with the MAP (multiple action penalty) applying to the dodge.

2) Buy now pay later!
As in my post, if you have a Dodge MAP that you havnt paid for, it carries over to next round.

Of note if we took a hard line stance and didnt allow a Dodge if you already acted without a MAP, that makes it better to go second, since you an dodge all you like and then take your turn accordingly.

Though Anya normally held battle droids in disdain for their primitive firing algorithms, having one fire at you WHILE an angry weequy barreled down while swinging a nasty-looking forcepike made one re-evaluate one's priorities.

As the battle droid sends a blast of deadly laser at her, she bends at the waist and, moving with a dancer's grace, tries to make herself harder to hit.

Reaction Dodge! -1D for two actions, Spec in E-weapons: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 5, 1, 5) = 16

Artfully she keeps the momentum of the spin going and her unorthodox technique also saves her from being force-pike-kebabed.

"Awww. You wanna come and cuddle me Huny?" Anya purrs as the weequy comes so close she can smell his breakfast. "You got lonesome alllll the way over there an' you wanted to see me up close? Ahhh, that's so sweet. And sweetness should be rewarded. We should go to bed.

And by 'we' and mean 'you'," she says, turning the blaster on someone who brought a pike to a blaster fight.

Shooting! -1D two actions: 5d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 3, 1, 6) = 20
Damage!: 5d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 5, 4, 6) = 23

@All: I think RAW has a wild die for trait tests, but not for damage rolls.

I'm not near a book now. Can someone look this up?

So only do headshots on the UNimportant guys! Okay got it!

@Qor, do you mind if I give you some ragging on that? Heehee, I'm just imaining you, standing there, the battle is done, and you're still holding your lightsaber going 'okay, just another sec and I got dis'. :)

Strength!: 4d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 1, 4, 6) + 2 = 18

The Gungan's blast burrows through the tree she's hiding behind and SLAMS into the reinforced chest plate in her fashionable blast vest. 'Oooo, that'll leave a bruise tomorrow' she thinks, though otherwise her hard body handles it well.

"My turn, omae," she says deciding to take out the roiling Weequay.

Shooting with guns!: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 6, 6, 6, 3) = 26
Damage with guns!: 5d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 2, 5, 2) = 15

I have a questions about combat?

Just to make sure that I'm ready the rules right (and that I'm reading the right rules) my book says that shooting at a specific location increases the difficulty and increases damage.

It says for a called shot on the head it's +1D and for +12 damage.

What exactly does +1D of difficulty mean? From the tables, since all the categories at 5 more than each one, I take that means it's +5 harder to hit, yeah?

As the shooting opens up, Wraith glides behind a near tree.

Then she tosses a hand grenade into the enemy's midst.

Dex Grenade skill!: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 3, 6) = 19
WILD die Ace!!: 1d6 ⇒ 4 = 23. Hit, in the middle of the four bad guys on top.

Frag grenade damage!: 5d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 6, 3, 1) = 14

Some things:

1) Yeah, pointing out a map of the situation, or mentioning relative distances, at the introduction of any situation where such things are important, is always a good idea.
I thought we were at point blank range because it seems like the map puts us more at shouting range.

1.5) At that range, the map is too small for all options to be on the table (another reason why I thought we were all close and/or surrounded). The best option for us is to simply keep going to the right of the map (East?) and use the edge of whatever those buildings are as cover or murder alleys. I'm sure had we all seen that map at the beginning, we would've known about our expanded tactical options (and I probably would've spent a few posts exploring the options that greater distance at the start of an engagement can bring.

2) It's not automatic that a bounty hunter wants to shoot first at any excuse. Shooting is messy, loud, can instill more expense, and can spoil the contract, depending on the details. If he wanted to shoot first, he wouldn't have announced his presence, he just would've shot first. (Y'know, like Han did. =)

Also, there ain't a man alive that would shoot at a shmexy Twilek without some kind of gut check. As the man once said, "There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. T'would be a pity to damage yours."

3) Since we're all clear now, can I declare and roll a different action?

"10 Thousand!" Anya yells in surprise. "Frag, if Ida known I was worth that much I wudda turned myself in."

No sooner has Wraith finished her observational sentence then she seemlessly swings her first around in a gut punch on the loud-mouthed Gungan. The gloves on her hands, soft, well-worked leather of a kind for driving or light gardening, suddenly glow with the tell-tale horrible blue light of capacitors preparing a debilitating discharge.

Punching!: 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 6, 6, 1) + 1 = 17

Punching damage with strength punching and stun gloves punching!: 5d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 4, 1, 3, 1) + 2 = 13

I'm Anya. WhiteAngel. But people call me Wraith 'cause in kinda blend in. Not look myself. But I'm sure got all that. Me an' Toral got in a hair before the shutdown.

Qot, Anya introduced herself before.

"So then I says, 'Where do you find a bantha with no legs?' And he says, 'Right where you left it!'"

Anya snorts are her little joke, drains the last of her bulb of ale she got to go, and stuffs it in a cargo pocket for proper disposal later. She's no monster.

She had kept up a steady stream of bad jokes from the bar. She found it helped to break the ice with new people, and it helped them look like normal folk, just walking around.

When she's suddenly accosted by a rival bounty hunter, she's a little surprised. But only a little.

She gives an almost imperceptible nod at Toral, as if to say 'Yeah, the thing that you think is gonna happen is gonna happen and real soon.'

In a blink her face goes from casual tourist to something deep and sensual. A purposeful stride converts it's momentum into sway and slink.

"Awww, I always thought I'd be caught some day. But I didn't know it would be by such a smart and -powerful- specimen such as yourself." Her svelte arms, clad in leather as soft as feathers, wave almost hypnotically toward the Gungan as she steps purposefully toward him.

"How much are they paying you, handsome?" her honeyed tongue pours out. "Surely there must be _something_ we can do to make this whole thing just...blow away?"

Fast talk Con!: 5d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 5, 3, 1) = 18

'Engineer?'

For a woman that can make an honest claim on having been called more names than any other living soul, this one word seems to have broken something.

"Am I...how do...what would...have I...is that...huh."

'Did I -do- something that an engineer would do? No, I don't think so. I was doing the whole slave thing, right? Yeah, pretty sure I was. Well probably. Did I let something slip? Did I accidentally do something smart? Not sure. Did I offend her and she's just getting back to me? Is this, like, some high-level mind game? Oh boy I bet it is. Oh man I did -not- see this coming. I don't think I can talk my way out of this one. I better just go with the truth before I dig myself further in.'

"I'm a bounty hunter," Wraith blurts out, bluntly honest. "I make people think they're seeing one thing, and then they find out that's not the thing that was actually going on. I create an illusion until the target lets their guard down and then I get in, I get out, I get paid.

Well...usually," she adds a bit sheepishly. "This assignment, ain't exactly going like that right now."

"Thank you Special Friend may you...." Anya starts as the Duros begins to greet her only to quickly move off and start talking to Toral.
`What the.... Oh, he must prefer boys,´ Anya muses while tracking him.
'Oh yeah. Comes in with tasty bit of tart like Milady, but isn't ogling her at all. Then ignores all of this right here only to beeline for Dudeman. Ooooooo. I get it. "Spanner Turner". We all know what -that- means. Not to judge.'

Anya giggles at the obvious double entendre, but stops quickly. "Oh, nevermind me. You two are chummers? That's chill."

Returning to Milady she answers cryptically, "I have partaken in certain moves against some organizations that could be called as 'empire-like'. I can hold my own.

And you guys have?"

Introduced to the others around the table Anya gives an equally polite greeting.

"And of course you must be the leader, being the strong and silent type, yeah?" she asks of the noble Braxen, trying to get a sense of him.

Anya stares agog at Milady's proffered hand. "Whoa. This is smooth. Like, really really smooth. If you took porcelain Endorian hide-glass and slathered it with lard you couldn't get something this smooth."

To Toral's data she follows, "I still think we could try that stealing a ship thing. I think we could pull it off, if that was a thing that needed doing."

Are ya taking Potassium? I find my muscles are much happier when I start the day with two Potassium tabs. (There are three electrolytes; Calcium, which most people get enough of; Sodium, which also is plentiful, and Potassium, which can actually by rather scarce.)

"Ha! That was fun," Anya says, getting up from the floor and taking a seat. She waves at the waitress for another stand of Correlian ale. "Hee, sorry about the slave act but I needed to know you guys were legit. Good job, team! Good job all around.

So what's the next dance?"

Anya smiles and bows low to the appreciative glances from the obviously well-bred (and possibly out-of-place) noble.

"Joyous blessings upon, O Man-of-Men. A kitten's growl would not come near the plights of your spoken voice. May the fruit of thy loins spawn for a hundred generations!"

She obediently turns and leads whoever follows her to Toral's table.

"Master, I have brought you sublime company of transcendent wisdom to share thy exalted presence!"

She folds herself and kneels on the floor at Toral's side, as any good slave would do.

'I think I still got the knack of this,' she thinks.

Oh! I forgot one other quick thing.

I don't know if you guys ever have a trouble with speed, or posting rate, but some other games I've been in have had problems keeping up the momentum of the game.

For this, I've come across a few helpful tools that some games use to keep things exciting.

1) The 2-day rule.
Whenever someone doesn't post for 2 days (48 hours) it's just assumed that Real Life has got them by the throat, and it's perfectly understandable to bot them, just for right now, and they'll just catch up as soon as they can. This way not everyone is waiting for someone to post, and we don't have to worry about the game hanging up just because we can't make a post right now.

I'm totally for this and, yeah, if you haven't heard from me in 48 hours, yes, just bot me as you think is best and I'll try to catch up in whatever happens next!

(Some people shorten this to 24 hours during combat, as it's quick to just post a die roll, but I'll leave the group to decide what they prefer.)

2) The Rule of 2.

Some people may have heard of this. It just says that if there's a decision to be made/path to be taken, as soon as 2 party members agree, that's the thing that happens. This just helps to make sure that the action doesn't get held up by discussion that could spiral out in to a week or more! (Oh man, I've got a buddy who actively hates closed doors. He'll totally just barge through them just so a party doesn't get paused trying to figure out the best tactic through one!)

I've heard (once, through third-hand) of this rule being abused, so obviously it's a case-by-case basis, but the few times it has come up it's been helpful, so I try to make people aware.

IMHO. YMMV.

I've got this story going around in my head, and I just know it's not gonna let me alone until I get it down.

Have you ever had that with a character? You get an idea, give it some backstory, and suddenly the character just starts to, like, run itself?

The Twi'lek gets up and gently approaches the newcomers. Her clothing is simple, yet durable and designed to display her figure. Her hands are clasped before her, as a symbol of helplessness, in the universal way of good slaves everywhere.

"The happiest of days to you, special friends!" she greets them cheerfully. A mega-watt smile is welded onto her plastic-perfect face, and never wavers as she speaks. "My master, Lord Toral Voth, Slayer of Lions, King of Men, Breaker of Chains and Fixer of Swords, and First Lord of the Star League, deigns for you to share a welcome drink at his most humble table. If you would most kindly follow my unworthy person?"

She waits for their response, as if waiting upon persons of their import were the only thing that gave her joy in life.

Por, can I start to interact with the party members that have arrived?

Anya giggles and responds with a playful wink. After all the things that had happened to her at...her past...it was nice to just be appreciated on her own terms.

"Just keep sharp. Otherwise we might have to rely on something other than your looks and intrinsic sense of style."

The prospect of this not panning out and having to look for alternate means for their future was not a good picture.

"The planet is going under some kind of crazy lock-down, and you can't keep a lid on a pan of steaming ochra-nuts and not have something start on fire.

You are good at flying, right?"

Anya was bored.

Ever was she the kind of being that craved new excitement and fresh experiences. Such a lust for life got her many dirty looks back home...well, in most places, really. But it served her later in life and she just sort of assumed the track of fire would ever continue.

Alas! Much of this had been waiting, or patiently making sure that the Imps didn't find them and ask too many questions. There was a certain measure of thrill in such close calls, but with no way to respond it was hardly a way to live.

Now it seemed that they were...waiting for friends? Well, that sounded promising.

Never sure what to expect she was dressed for work, and that meant dressed pretty much like a Twi'lek. Her leather vest was well made but brief, showing plenty of trim stomach and soft, heavy chest. Her cargo pants are snug, almost painted on. And her jean-shrug was full sleeved, covering well arms and back, but stopped well short of the front.

She had meant to keep a sharp eye, but three months of no kills had dulled her edge. She sighed and took another sip of...okay, she honestly has no idea what this thing is called, but it has a fine kick and that's good enough.

Perception!: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 3) = 11

"You see anything interesting?" she asks her companion Toral.

I like it. It helps that Toral probably has a bit of a weakness for Twi'lek women -- but then so does half the galaxy.

I know, right?

I do wonder about the timing though, since apparently the spaceport has been out and the world blockaded for, what, three months now?

Ah! Getting there is the best part!

There are two options. The first (and most boring) is that the plan to quarantine the planet was already starting to leak out to Duke Armigen, so he sent word to the rebellion for help, and we got in on one of the last boats, and only just now are in the right place at the right time. (We could've even already roused some rabble on a small scale, which is why the Duke knows us...and it would justify the Character Points, and possibly credits, that we already have.)

The other possibility is the more exciting one! We got here just recently...via VHALO. A VERY High Altitude Low Opening jump, using something that's part parachute, part low-orbit entry vehicle, and too small to show on radar. It was on exciting ride down! =3

Hey Wraith. I'd be cool with that, we'd just have to work exactly how they know each other. Toral has a history of running with pirates and other less-than-reputable sorts -- someone's gotta fix all their stuff, after all. He's also done a little slicing work here and there, as well as legitimate technical work at times.

So yeah, it really depends on where your bounty hunting private military contracting has taken you and what sort of relationship you'd have with people like Toral.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

My top-of-the-head idea is the Toral was working on a pirate ship--basic jig, single-handedly keeping the thing from falling apart yet all his hard work goes unrecognized amongst the scurvy space-dogs--and Anya is brought in as a captured runaway Twi'lek slave.

Toral is given the job to guard her one night, and they get to talking. She says she needs his help, and she can make it worth his while. She needs him to set up a distraction by planting a charge in the O2 recycler.

Later, in a roisting celebration the captain holds, the first mate turns on the captain and kills him, and he's now hailed as the new leader, and everyone congratulates him on a mutiny well done.

That's when Toral blows the charge, and all the pirates run for the lifeboats.

Anya thanks Toral for his quick-thinking courage...and then cuts off a finger of the captain.

"Ah, my contract is gonna need DNA proof that the target died. Um, I got a ride coming in to take me to my next job. It's the big time! The Rebellion! Something about a moff not letting ship's fly and a fresh freedom cell is gonna start. Gonna be a lot of fun!

Um, I could use a good man with me when I hit planetside. Wanna come?"

Hey Toral!

Hey, since we're both gonna be the new crew, wanna have a common hook so we both know each other? That way the current party only needs a one stop to shop for all their new&awesome party members. :)

As a bounty hunter private military contractor, I can be here for really any reason.

Also--

Once we kick off on this next section, I'm going to try to push the pace a little bit-- I realize as we see the immensity of the amount of Character Points required to level up (so to speak) 5 every four months isn't going to cut it- so I will try to lead us into and out of scenarios/plots more quickly and be generous with the XP.

Excellent!

Twi'lek it is!

Okay I got my skills and I'm just browsing through the equipment section seeing if there are any last-minute things Imma buy.

GM, how would you like to do my entrance?

Alright!

As I'm getting down to the finishing touches, I've got two questions.

1) What's the deal with this game and races? It seems like some races get some bonuses and some...don't.

Like, what's to keep someone who wants to play a human instead playing a Twi'lek? Or a Gran? It seems the perception bonus for effectively no downside would be mighty tempting.

2) Are we using Character options?

Please say we are. I've already got a nookie personality all queued up and it'd be great to have some options to codify it! (srsly, I'm not looking to munchkin, I just think it'd be neat to quickdraw and maybe some good hearing for all these compulsive tendencies we're gonna tee off.

Tally ho!

Hoi chummers.

I'm Wraith.

Does anyone else get the feeling that Burgurk is just being obstinate?

I don't know if it's just a really cunning RP line, but I'm starting to get confused.

Also, it seemed like the "I can see you just fine" line is kinda taking away my agency. I just rolled a Stealth success, under the conditions we just agreed on, so the line seems not in line with reality.

Power armor suit stealth!: 1d8 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4 !success!
WILD Power armor suit stealth!: 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0 ._.

Unsure of why this test is needed, but seeing no harm in it, Anya drops back her helmet and floats around the room. Sure enough, she's quiet and difficult to discern.

"Seems pretty good to me!"

I too have been monitoring this discussion and have roughly the same viewpoints.

How odd it is to think that such a thing is beyond the game's ken...when the very same modifiers are offered up in the Body Armor table of the Hero's Journey.

@GM: When I roll stealth do you just want me to subtract 2 to keep the math easier?
Also @GM: Know that I've been playing Anya under the new ranks, it seems like giving her the command edge was too soon. She needs to actually be in the environment where such a thing is needed to feel that inner growth.

Can I swap it out to shore up some weaknesses? Increase to Stealth and Intimidate.

As the Chief's statement comes in, Anya dons a playful grin.

"You know.... I could just swoop in all stealthfully. Take a whole bunch of pic-pix with on board chrome. It would be eeee-zeeee."

Securely and reassuringly strapped into the powered armor, Wraith relays the message into her personal comm, feeling a bit like a switchboard operator she saw in an old trid. It was so old it was in black and white. She can't remember what the thing was about. Something about war not changing.

"We gotta go make a phone call, Longshot. I'm sure you can show yourself out. I'll be in touch!

Come along, Sarge. Let's see what the brass has to say," she chirps, leading the group out to use her panzer's comm.

Don't really want to poke my nose in

Let's not re-open old wounds that were already hashed out months ago. We only just now got all the things settled.

1. I have a terrible memory, please be patient with me if I forget something that's been said before. Especially if it doesn't deal directly with my character. And was probably months ago IRL.

Fair 'nuff.

Anya can...wait outside the town in her armor, but Burgurk will make it clear that he will *never* call her in to fight (unless maybe all the demons are dead, and we're just dealing with the sorcerer...).

NOW we're getting some Role=Playing!

I can really respect someone who stands up for what they believe in. (Even if it's an arbitrary and easily-avoided rule. ;)

Done and done!

May you die with honor. =)

Alright, I can settle this whole thing in two moves:

1)

Also, if you fly, I'd assume that the engines would make some noise, giving you away.

Please stop this. This line of thinking has already been disproven before in this game.

Also, there are only two men on guard at the mine entrance. Less if Longshot lures them away.

I could just glide in silently into the mindshaft as quiet as a ghost, or a specter, or a...something else? I can't think of it right now but it'll come to me.

But that doesn't matter because:

2)

I finally recognized the RP path that Burgurk is taking. I thought I knew all ZenFox's tricks but he got this one past me. It's like he's doing a very smooth McClellen-based track. Very good. Very subtle. Most of the inspiration coming from the...Peninsula Campaign, I'm guessing?

Anyway, we've been trying to do it the hard way, but it's time we entertained the easy way:

Burgurk: "Well, Anya, you're right. I do want all our big guns facing forward, and so we should try to bring all our resources into play.

-IF- I think we should attack, I'll call you on the radio, and Shakti can teleport you two to my location."

Anya: "Huh. That way I get to be in my panzer AND it's in the mine, and not in town. You're so smart BG!"

There. Everybody wins.

oh man! some great RP!

Okay so some points)

1) Mines are always big sprawling messy.places. Like army bases. It's almost impossible for them to be inside city limits. Like army bases.

2) The field gives a -4 to notice my stealth. and it doesnt malfunction. as close to invisibility as non-magic can get. Thats a big difference between it and a GB. indeed I invested in that for that purpose.

3) Mmmmmmrmph. In the fight we had coming back when I wasnt in my suit I did all of butt. the one against the platform and slave girls. I dont think I did a single wound. if this fight can give you a challenge I will be useless.

4) I actually like this idea of leaving Anya behind. Either Burgurk will triumph, and thus she is shamed and seen as not important, and therefore nothing bad would have happened if she had gone along....
or....
or Burgurk is pinned down and wounded and must wrestle with the difficult decision of making the call to the unpredictable mech jock, knowing that he doesn't want to, but having no choice if he wants to survive!

Seemes like a win-win to me.

"Also, under *no circumstances* are you to bring your armor into the town - that's an *order* - understood?"

He waits for an answer.

Anya's eyes go wide. "What? No!" This was such a huge mistake, all for some made-up rule. But how to express in words?

'Some orders of the sovreign must not be obeyed' 'If a man is to choose between fear and love, it is better to be feared'

Suddenly a rush of wordthoughts flooded her brain, pushing out all other thoughts, each phrase shouting for attention, claiming to be the thought she was looking for.

'The panzers attacked to the East' 'The infantry died liked snow falling on warm ground' 'He knew his opponanet and he beleived with him he could take great liberties'

The just wouldn't...stop.

She closed her eyes and put her hands over her ears and knelt down, trying to get away from the flood of noise noise noise noise.

'First put your troops in death ground, then the will face victory or death' 'A man afraid does not think' 'I think the enemy army should be the object of your attention'

They were not her thoughts. Or were they? Parts of books she had paged through bored with nothing else to do. Bits of schoolbooks she had pointedly ignored. Chips she had slotted because a cute boy was studying it and she wanted to keep him talking.

'An army may be alikened "...to a body of water!" 'It flows' "around places of resistance to lower places of weakness."

Wait. Had she said part of that out loud? The thoughts were finally slowing, she could get a handle on them.

"All warfare is based on deception!" she cried, joyfully.

The newtech was allowing her to access knowledge that her brain had held on to--in the infinite capacity that all humans have--but had had no reason to access. Until now.

"You don't...you can't play by the enemy's rules." she stated, at last standing.l She stared at the floor, trying to follow this new train of thought that had popped up in a desest of unthought.

"It's a tactical error to leave your biggest guns not facing forward just because someone says they shouldn't."

At last she looks at Burgurk.

"Victory requires no excuse. Defeat allows none."

That was it. Now to try and make it make sense.

"My panzer is a stealth configuration. They'll -never- even know I was here. There. Whatever.

'The Constitution is not a suicide pact. I would not see the whole of the Union be undone just to protect the least part of it.'" she at last finishes, unknowing that the last was said by a man who signed something called the Emancipation Proclamation.

"Also, I'm useless without my panzer. If I can't use it...I may as well stay by it, and wait for your distress call."

Anya pinches the bridge of her nose. She's a subtle creature, and usually has a great many options, both subtle and gross, at her disposal.

As much as she'd like to keep reminding everyone that her armor both flies and is invisible, if she has to keep holding everyone's hand all the time, nothing is gonna get done.

"Ain't no one talking at you, Longshot!" Anya calls over he shoulder, before returning to the cuddle-huddle.

"Look, I'm a subtle creature, and I carry a -lot- of options around, both subtle and gross. I'm well aware what the parameters are. YOU need to be aware that we're not children and you're not the Emperor of Man.

Also, stop insulting me. IF you were a civilized creature you'd apologize for it. But I won't hold my breath."

That done, she pinches her nose again, thinking. Mr. Yells-a-lot seems to be addicted to NOT coming up with a plan, and just saying how much her plans suck.
She -hates- that.

But since her plans are the only ones on the table, might as well go with it.

"Okay, since we're not doing the right thing and killing all the demons right now, we need to let Longshot go to his shift.
Or kill him and teleport the body out of here. Whateves. You're call.

ALSO! You need to believe me when I tell you what they said. Don't be like 'Nah, they didn't say killing the demons is what we should do' because that's...just not gonna work."

That done she turns and walks out the door.

Or at least tries to. If it doesn't open she's gonna start yelling until it does.

I just noticed that in our mission it just said "report back".

That could mean a couple of different things, from get on the radio, to return to base.

If we can just raise them on a radio, that does seem to be an easy thing to do.

But if we actually have to leave, report, and then come back, I'd be concerned that the time lag would mean the situation would be different, and probably much worse, by the time we returned.

Hence the 'do we have a radio' question seems important now.

Anya taps her chin, cutely.

"I wuz just gonna say that so I could get my panzer outa lockdown. But then Imma fly back here.

Scan?"

"Well, yeah, we were supposed to do a recon, but think about it:

Two, consider Heisenburg's Uncertainty Principle."

She considered it.

"Observation of an object can, itself, affect that object.
Sure, Longshot might not talk, but that doesn't mean that the Demon Master won't catch on. Some new people come into town, ask rough questions, and leave. It doesn't take a Master Spy to connect those dots.
He might beef up security. Or he might accelerate his plans.

Also, Longshot might talk as soon as we're gone. If we act now we can keep an eye on him."

Anya screws her face up and tilts her head up, as if furiously contemplating the inside of her eyelids.

At last as Shakti is done with her scrying, she returns to the present and speaks.

"Yeah, sorry, Burgurk. I barked up that whole 'killing Hollis' thing and it just doesn't look like it's gonna fly. Guy's a world-class drekhead, but it looks like he runs a good tight crew, and that a rare enough thing.
He's just protecting his meal ticket.

How'z'at?"

Wraith is not given to pondering.

That is a vast understatement.

Anya is a creature of hedonism, and she has embraced that. She believes that life is meant to be enjoyed. She tolerates working for a living, but always makes sure that she gets paid for doing a thing she would want to do anyway.

And she tries not to concern herself with tomorrow.

So when her face loses its ubiquitous smile and her look turns to one of shock and horror, it's an event of some note.

With a look of determination that seems strange on her face, she moves around to Longshot's back and cuts his bonds free.

"O chummer," she says in absolute seriousness. "You got played."

She comes around to Longshot's front so he can understand how sub-fragging-zero serious she is.

"Your boss was a fool for letting the demons in, and even more of a fool for not telling us about them.

That's why he needs secrecy."

A part of her brain worried that she might not be allowed to tell the merc all the things she was saying, but such concepts as 'permission' held but poor coin in her internal economy.

"To keep doing what you're doing is to drag a fragging knife across your own fragging throat.

Everyone."

She pauses to let that sink in.

"Now before we can stop it we gotta get a good look in there. I've got at least three different plans to do that but each fragging one of them would go better with you on board.

Oh. And, yes, if we all live through this we can go to happy town."

Purrrswaytion!: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Purrrswaytion ACE!!: 1d10 ⇒ 4 = 16. Is that good? I think that's good.
WILD Purrrswaytion!: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5