You're welcome to borrow my SPAS, but if you break it you by it. Speaking of buy it, Kat, your payin to clean that crap off my walls.
Faed gets her gear in order and throws on her coat
We ready to roll?
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Faed puts her various weapons back together
Faed perks up at Adam's comment
Faed scowls at Kat and goes back to cleaning her pistol.
Im still here. Unfortunately im posting from my phone now so I cant make a proper post. When I get back to internet ill make a proper post.
<Hey Monty! Long time no see. How've you been? I'm lookin for someone and I could use your help. Guy's named Jack Turner, he slings hardware in the Orc Underground. Anything that'll point me in the right direction will be repaid with drinks at the bar of your choice. Stay safe.>
It's certainly worth a try. We can go in guns blazing anytime, but we only get to be clever once.
Does Rick need a proper med visit or will a few hours rest and pancakes be sufficient? We could split up for a bit if a meat shop visit is in order.
Faed stumbles over
So I'm still rockin 5 damage. I vote for a brief period of r&r before we once more head into the breach.
While I care deeply about being healed and getting a pay bump, I have a much more important question. Did they confiscate any of my babies... I mean guns?
Faed keeps an eye on the Knight Errant personnel while listening to the conversation
Faed tunes out while everyone is speaking russian around her but follows Frank's gaze and see's their contact. She picks herself up and tries to look like she didn't just get knocked down by a hail of gunfire.
Faed leans on Frank as she gets her feet back under her.
whisper: You should get a message off to Athak and let him know what happened
So... it would seem that I got my ass kicked. Admittedly, I'm not as proficient in Shadowrun as I am in Pathfinder, so I'm open to notes as to how to make a character that doesn't get put down after 1 turn.
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Spoiler: Faed is disappointed to hear that the troll is just an illusion, he seemed to be doing so well for their side. She still really wants to know what the hell a tiger is doing down here, but it also seemed to be on their side so she could worry about that later. <Subvocal to Frank>- You just keep me covered well enough to help get these guys back up the escalator and I'll buy you the best damn whip in the city. With all the bells and whistles After surveying the situation, Faed thinks the best plan is, as it is know in tactical circles, running like they stole something. She turns to Maeyan and Chelsey.
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Chelsey and Maeyan see a figure sliding down the railing of the escalator, great-coat billowing behind. As the figure lands in the square between them, the first thing they notice is hair so bright that it has to be artificially colored . The next thing they notice is the assault rifle that seems far to big for the size of the person wielding it. If they get past the hair and rifle, there is a face obscured by goggles and a respirator. Faed raises her rifle and fires at the RH Fighter standing over Rick.
Outstanding sir!
Would sliding down the escalator be a free action or a simple action?
I forgot to roll for starting funds. See Frank, we're already playin the parts. I'm runnin out the door about to dive into a gunfight and you behind me yelling that I can't pay for bullets if I don't remember my wallet :).
We've already had a troll with the flamethrower drop through a ceiling vent - I don't think it'd be out of place to come sliding down the escalator. It might even make people think you don't exist, which will be even more amusing. I have a feeling you and I are going to do great things together.
All I see when I look at that map are crazy action movie entrances (sliding down the escalator railings guns blazing, driving my car though whatever barrier is on the upper level and trying to hit some of the hackers with the crash, variations of the repelling idea I posted above, ect). I clearly can't be given free reign to introduce myself :).
I assume Mr. Johnson has a less over the top way to work me into the story. I don't wanna overstep my bounds so I'll wait to hear what he has to say.
Faed Kaykes repels down into the alley dual wielding assault rifles and flinging grenades with her teeth! The enemy is quickly overwhelmed and demoralized (and more than a few are reduced to quivering piles of goo [she has a really good rifle]). Emerging from the smoke and carnage, she turns to the team and, in her best impression of a turn of the century politician, says "Come wit' me if you want to live."
Sounds good to me. I can worry a little less about the unbelievably illegal weapons I drive around with. I'm cool with Frank being a buddy of mine if he is. He'd be a good paranoid foil to my characters "face first guns blazing getting your friends shot in the ass" way of doing business. Now I just hope this character is as effective in a fight as I think I made her.
Also I just notice that the site I posted my sheet on was taken down. Here it is again.
No worries mate. I'll still be lurkin about when you get better.
And then Faed Kaykes was a girl
new bio:
It's almost like Faed was born to be a runner. As a child she was impetuous, as an adult she was impulsive and head strong. She never understood why people assumed she was as capable, just because she was a girl, and took it upon herself to prove them wrong at every opportunity. There was more than one childhood bully that went home with fresh bruises because they underestimated Faed. When Faed got older, she decided very quickly that she wasn't destined for the quiet life in a cubical farm, or on a sales floor. Her's was to be a life of action and adventure, and like so many before her, she turned to the military to provide it. Unfortunately for her, she kept running into the same people she had her whole life. People who assumed she couldn't perform as well because of her gender. Once again, Faed found herself having to prove that she could run as far, hit as hard, and shoot as well as any of the men. She proved to be up too the task, but her time was cut short when she received news of the death of her parents. Faed returned to Seattle to help take care of some of her brothers who were still too young to take care of themselves. One of the few friends she had managed to make in the military, helped Faed get a job with the Seattle police. For a time, it seemed like the police force was a good fit. She found people to be less presumptuous about her capabilities and she even found herself advancing, if perhaps slower than she thought she should. During her time on the force, Faed caught the eye of a recruiter for Knight Errant Security. She was promised all the action she could want, and a larger paycheck to help her family. Of course she accepted the offer. After several months, however, Faed began to notice a pattern. She was only set on assignments that featured a large amount of public relations and not so much action. It wasn't until she saw a bill board with her picture on it that she figured it out though. She had been hired as part of a PR campaign to improved Knight Errants image. Unable to stand being made a joke of, Faed quit immediately. During her period of unemployment afterwards she was approached by someone with a job. This person told Faed that there was a job that required a fairly specific set of skills that Faed had spent the last decade acquiring. Faed took the job, for lack of any other options, and found the life suited her. There were no superior officers to suck up too, a persons reputation was all that mattered, and if someone insulted her, it was acceptable, even expected, for Faed to knock their lights out. Even all these years later, Faed still finds herself thinking that it's almost like she was born to be a runner. (I may have been drunk when I wrote that so please forgive any spelling or grammar errors. Or the fact that it may be terrible).
Say hello to pocsaclypse's character submission. I'm even pretty sure I did everything right.
I have a sudden urge to change from the broke down old soldier archetype to the feisty gun girl |