Germain's page

"Who me?" Germain asks in her innocent voice, "I'm onwy widdle."

I miss Germain. Evil was never in a more inconspicuous package.

"You guys up for some genie slaying," Gemain asks, pulling out her pistol and checking the sights, "I figure we could secure you your supplies Coca and then you'd only need to worry about manpower. Then we can focus on my mission."

We'll pick this up when you're ready Pat! No worries

"Right," Germain says, "we'll see what we can do about slaying this genie young lady. Some of us may not look very dashing but we're capable in a fight. Slaying evil is our specialty!"

Okay I'm off, I'm on vacation for about a month, I'll trust someone to play Germain for me. She likes to sneak where ever possible but she's absolutely ruthless in combat. I might be able to post here and there but I can't make any promises.

Germain wrote:

I think we should enter this genie layer," Germain suddenly says, "I think a certain wizard we know will want that prize. Once we get OMNU what she wants the sooner we can get back to my quest."

OMNU?

Have a look back around page 37. It was that area we passed through run by a net of artificial intelligence. Think SkyNet without the terminators and need to kill humanity.

Oh it might be, if you remember back to the discussion you had with OMNUS earlier..

I take it that a quantuum xbit memory cube might look like a diamond? I take back Germain's thoughts then ;)

"Aye the morrow. No one knows. Only a few have returned, and they tell of fearsome metal beasts, traps and darksome magiks from the Dark Times. The djinn speaks not."

Germain gives her companions a smug smile, but then grows thoughtful:

"I think we should enter this genie layer," Germain suddenly says, "I think a certain wizard we know will want that prize. Once we get OMNU what she wants the sooner we can get back to my quest."

'Well that's not nearly as useful or interesting,' Germain thinks to herself.

"So these gates only open on the . . ." Germain says, seeming to search for the correct word for the next day.

The word Germain is looking for is morrow :P

Supposing the barmaid answers, Germain finishes her question:

"I wonder why that is?"

"Forsooth?" Germain asks the barmaid, "what sort of ancient treasure? technologies from the days of yore?"

"I don't think he likes me," Germain whispers to the others as Lonnie leaves.

"Tower of Evil opens?" Germain asks, sounding surprised, but in reality slightly more frustrated that her ploy didn't work, "All this on the . . ."

'Say morrow!' she thinks to herself, 'how hard is it to follow simple prompts!'

"I wonder why it is that you feel the need to change your age and identity, each town we go to. You runnin' from someone?"

"Lonnie, Lonnie, Lonnie," Germain says with a sigh, "I haven't changed one iota, it's your perception of me that's been changing. I can't change how people see me can I? If you thought I was younger how is that my fault? And I have never claimed to be anyone other then myself. I wonder if you have a mild case of gynephobia. Believe me, we women aren't all yucky and evil."

"Welcome to The Heroes' Quest fair strangers! What can I get you brave warriors to drink?"

"Greetings fair maiden," Germain says, shifting her voice again, this time to one of authority, "My companions seek libations, mead for the menfolk and milk for myself . . . and pray-tell my good lady, is anything special happening on the day that follows this?"

Nice to have you back Patrick!

"Okay we're going to play word bingo," Germain says turning towards the other, "the game is simple: get four words and you win. The words I'm looking for are forsooth, zounds, goodly, and morrow. If I win you have to buy me a drink."

Germain half turns towards the inn when a thought hits her: "and supposing, on the off chance, that these bumpkins are part of some sort of death cult looking for a virgin sacrifice to bring about a good harvest or something, I'm not a virgin and am far older then I look."

Germain again half turns towards the inn when another thought hits her: "And no calling me a witch . . . or I'll shoot you in the neck. Got it?"

Germain walks towards the inn.

A smile creeps onto Germain's face as she hears the man's strange accent.

"This could be amusing," she says, to herself before joining Maccoy and Sherman up front. "hail and well met, we brave knights are on a quest and seek rest for the night. Might we find shelter in your kingdom?"

Aid other on the diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"You like to be out pillaging and drinking blood?" Germain asks subconsciously.

"Another village," Germain notes, typing away on her gauntlet, "do we want to stop here or do we continue on?"

Germain pushes a few buttons on her gauntlet and then cradling her rifle on her lap, slowly scans the woods, whatever cute and adorable guise she wore in the bar is now gone. Her face is emotionless, cold, and even dangerous looking. Lonnie's notion of Germain being two people seems realized.

Spot: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Germain walks out to her horse, casually swatting aside the morning webs lay in the way. A fat spider unfortunately sits in the deceptive tracker's way. Germain snatches it with her tiny hand and pops it like a grape.

"Lets get going while there's still daylight," Germain says in her normal voice to the group, "we should try to get through this forest so we don't need to blast any stupid insects."

Germain looks to the Nu Orkers then back to her companions.

"So tell me," She says to Cola, Roach, and Chiro, "Why exactly we looking to recruit those freaks? I mean I got no problem with sending wave after wave of them against the wreckers but why is Nu Ork so special?"

I don't think Germain is terribly interested in socializing with strangers . . . but if any of the PCs are interested in chatting Germain is game.

"So any talk about Wreckers between here and Nu Ork? I really wouldn't want to run into any of them on the way," she lies, "and that Romero disease sounds bad and all, and nobody likes droids that have gone bad, but those wreckers sound real bad."

Hehehe, the Cola man might have just avoided an untimely death :D

The bartender shrugs

"Yeah they're big spiders. Some say they's intellegent to boot, but I wouldn't go that far. They like deep forest, and they rarely come out during the day. If you keep on the south road and don't go wandering off you'll be fine."

Germain shivers.

"I'm asking the bartender silly" Germain giggles, "I never saw a spidder but I hate spiders. They're so icky and crawly."

"Oh no worries about that," Germain says in her "normal" voice, though only those that are near her and that know her can pick that up, and she instantly switches back to her cute innocent voice: "do spidders look like spiders?"

"Eeeeeewwwwwwww!" Germain squeals.

"Spiders!" Germain asks, allowing the mask of fear to cover her face, "I don't like spiders!"

"So Mr barkeeper," Germain says smiling and flashing her eyes, "what stories do you have? What's been happening?"

"My age?" Germain asks, eyes wide with surprise, "how could that happen?"

Germain pats her face as if expecting it to be younger, places her hand on top of her head as if expecting herself to be shorter, and breaths a sigh of relief when she discovers nothing amiss. Her eyes narrow as she turns to Lonnie.

"I think you're trying to play a cruel trick on me Mr Firefly and I don't like it."

"You don't like milk?" Germain asks, "mama always said that if you drink your milk you'll grow up big and strong. You do want to grow up big and strong right Mr Firefly?"

"'Scuse me sir," Germain says using her cutesy voice and batting her eyelashes at the bartender, "but do you have any milk? I better not hav anything stwonger cuz I'm onwy widdle."

Germain scans the room for pure strain humans.

Germain shrugs, as long as there were no sheep Moonbeam would be fine, besides for all Germain knew the 'horse' was feeding in other ways. The Gaea heard didn't seem to hunt humans.

"Sure let's camp here for the night," Germain says, "there's all sorts of dangers out there in the wild."

Germain draws her rifle as they approach and using her HUD she looks over the camp's occupants:

Spot 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

"It's sociological theory," Germain says with a shrug, "from a book called "Man's Fall", kind of a long boring book, but it was required reading so I suffered through it. Weird the things you remember huh?"

"Young boys are especially destructive," Germain says, as if quoting from something, "these destructive tendencies only become entrenched and refined in the traditional patriarchal society. The roots of all war can be found in young boys encouraged to play with guns or swords."

Germain rides near the doctor and talks shop with him. Germain is actually surprisingly knowledgeable about human anatomy, especially considering some of the other gaps in her medical knowledge. It seems likely to McCoy that Germain is a surgeon or at least trained as one. Her expertise with the internal coupled with the gaps in her general medical knowledge suggests that she is a cutter. McCoy also can't help but guess that Germain is older then she seems. The volume she seems to know suggests to McCoy she's probably actually closer to his age then the teen girl she sometimes likes to play.

I assume there's mutant things everywhere, a horse might even be considered exotic in this day and age, I know in the Rifts RPG furry beetles were pretty common. It's not my call but I'm guessing finding tamed mount is just like buying a car these days. The horse is a popular animal but there's probably lots of other beasts for sale.

"You need one of those giant beetles," Germain notes, "they smell awful, are ugly as sin, and are dumber then a bag of hammers, but they're strong and pretty fast as long as it's a straight line."

Germain rides what looks to be a Lipizzan stallion (which she's named Moonbeam) however it's not likely what it appears.

"I've seen these before," Germain says, "if we find any we'll be sure to trade them."

Germain climbs up onto her horse Moonbeam. It's oddly predatorial eyes scan the seemingly peaceful landscape. Perhaps tonight Germain would set it loose to hunt.

"I am currently monitoring your chatter," Germain says, pushing a few buttons, "let me open a safe port, try 2705. Should show as GER 327."

"I have something that should work," Germain says, "it's got a universal jack. Show me to an access port."

Germain nods and adds a note to her GUIDE.

"Alright I'm done here," Germain says, "let's get to Ne Ork."

Germain address one of the androids while the others are occupied.

"Tell me," Germain says in lowered tones, "is it that you don't fear the wreakers because you don't have anything they want? I mean pure blooded humans?"

Germain waits for a reply

Germain address one of the androids while the others are occupied.

"Tell me," Germain says in lowered tones, "is it that you don't fear the wreakers because you don't have anything they want? I mean pure blooded humans?"

Germain reluctantly allows herself to be tagged.

"Let's get going," she says, "the sooner we get to Ne Ork and meet with whoever it is you guys are after the sooner we can find these wreakers and get on with my mission."

"Interesting," Germain says, looking to her GUIDE, "so this OMNUS grid stretches the entire territory. What is the lifespan of these nanites? Would they be removed on the other side of the territory?"

Germain begins scanning for any form of communication within range. If the communication was ciphered the GUIDE's powerful computer probably wouldn't be able to understand it, that's not what the GUIDE was designed to do, but the GUIDE could still detect and sort intelligent communication from random static. If they were using one of the accepted pre-war computer languages Germain could listen into their conversations.

"Wait a minute," Germain says, "I thought the satellites were jammed or something, what good is GPS tagging? What's that thing really do?"