Lincoln "Linc" Forgrave's page

Linc stuck a finger in the neck of his fancy formal clothing.
"Yeah, I'm coming. Uh, I don't have to give a speech do I?" He asked with trepidation.

Linc also helps to carry the casket in a slow and dignified manner.

Sorry to see you go Zirelle, Good luck!

Holy smoke, Alaska is awesome!

On vacation to Alaska for a couple weeks. Bot me as needed!

Sorry you can't continue; good luck out there!

Linc took a last drag from his stim stick, then flicked it into a waste bin.
"Yeah, we need to take care of that body first. Respectfully." He said, shaking his head.
"Creeps me out, hauling it around with us." He said, looking around uneasily.

Ah, DO we have our own ship?

With a sigh, Linc deposited his
Advanced Combat Rifle, Cutlass, Laser Pistol, Laser Carbine and Snub Pistol in the police lockbox.
He felt absurdly naked as he met the others for a meal at the closest diner they could find.
"I donno where to go from here, but I want off this rock soonest." He groused.

Linc rolled his eyes and filled out the governments paperwork, as he had many times before in the Navy.
Not sure what the Law level is around here. The most egregious thing he carries is the laser carbine, a light assault weapon.

"Welp, looks like it's Credo downport." Linc said.
He kicked the shuttle around and thrust to kill orbital velocity.
Pilot (small craft): 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 2 = 7

... why didn't you tell me Zirelle?"

"Pirate..." Muttered Linc.

"So, declare emergency and land at the closest landing pad?" Linc doublechecks with the group. "Spewing smoke and on fire? It'll be pretty easy," He said, waggling the controls and peering into the damage control readouts, "Because, we kinda are already."

Linc sweated as he worked his way through the sensor readouts.
"Dammit. Sorry guys, too many eyes on us. No way we can dock anywhere anonymously. I can maybe land quickly, but that's only delaying the inevitable." Linc reported back.

"Good idea. I'll put us on track to match the exploded debris from the platform. Make us look like another piece flung off to anyones sensors." He said.
Pilot (small craft): 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2) + 2 = 5

"Yeah, all thos lifepods failing all at the same time..." He commented, glancing at Zirelle. "Lot of bad luck there."
Last one off the platform, history of piracy... He wondered quietly. How long before she disposes of us the same way?

Once the explosion happened, Linc will throttle down to minimum to try to avoid premature detection by sensors covering this area of orbit.
He will pull up local sectional maps, looking for a discrete orbital platform or groundside landing pad.
Pilot (Small Craft): 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4
"Blast it, I can't find any charts in this bucket."

The moment Zirelle is aboard, Linc slammed the throttle up to max, then hit the afterburner.

Sweating at the countdown he can't see, Linc radio sent to Zirelle:
Zirelle! Can you get to the pods, fire them and take one yourself?
I can pick you up after.

Linc, holding the clamps on while Zirelle isn't aboard yet and noticing the lack of pods scattering, tight beams a radio message to his companions.
"Hey crewmates! Why aren't the life pods launching?" He barked out, sweating at the tension of waiting next to a self destruct timer.

Linc jumped into the pilot's seat and performed a VERY short checklist (until his companions are aboard), casting off clamps and emergency boosting away.
Pilot (Small Craft): 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 6) + 2 = 12

Linc dumps his prisoner into a lifepod.
"Dump the prisoners into the pods and fire them off! I'll go get the shuttle!" He barked. He repeats the order through his cyberlink to his companions.

How many people can fit into one reentry pod?

Linc grabs a prisoner and starts pulling him to a pod.

Linc wastes no time getting out of there, grabbing a couple prisoners along the way.
Are we taking life pods out of here, or heading down to the cargo bay?

Linc will follow Zirelle up the ladderway.

"Let's get this done. I taped up what I could, but this place is gonna fly apart sooner rather than later." Linc warned his companions.

"OK Captain," Linc said, addressing Zirelle. "Now that that's done, was that the guy we're here to pop?" He asked gesturing vaguely at Mr. Orange.

Linc will duct tape the prisoners and any hull punctures.

Linc double moves around the south edge of the room, approaching the room Mister Orange retreated into.

Spotting Orange and the threat to Zirelle, Linc pulls an Aerosol grenade and yeets it out to the position marked.
There it burst 9 a fine aerosol that greatly disrupts laserfire through it. I marked the approximate edges of the aerosol cloud. People can see through it fine.
Then he moves six station south while ducking low.

Linc double moved out of the side rooms, down into the dock, and starts cutting across station South.

Linc stared hard at Purple, hesitating, then nodded.
"Accepted." He said tersely.
He then duct taped Purple to the bulkhead.
"Grab his stunner!" He barked at Malaxius as he did so.

"Whatever you do, DON'T HIT THE WALLS!" Bellowed Linc as he slapped his laser carbine onto his back (which folded up like in Mass Effect), drew his monocrys navy cutlass, wished he had trained harder for melee, and ran around Nicolas's collapsed body to hack at Mr. Purple. "Heeyyyaaaah!"

Cutlass melee attack: 2d6 + 0 + 1 ⇒ (6, 4) + 0 + 1 = 11 for a possible 3d6 + 0 ⇒ (3, 5, 5) + 0 = 13 melee damage.

Linc pops around the corner of the doorway and takes a snapshot at the Purple dude in cover (past the other doorway) with his Laser Carbine. The bright yellow laser pulse lanced out...
Gun combat (Energy)+Dx: 2d6 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2, 4) + 2 + 1 - 2 = 7 for a possible 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 6, 1, 6) + 3 = 21 laser energy damage.
Popping back into cover, Linc shouts out. "Not too late to surrender pirate boy!"

Then he paused. Say, is this place sturdy enough to not be exposed to explosive vacuum by laser energy? He wondered to himself, looking around uneasily at the walls and structural members.
Survival+Int: 2d6 + 0 + 2 ⇒ (5, 3) + 0 + 2 = 10
Recon+Int: 2d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3, 5) + 1 + 2 = 11

Linc moved to the doorway to the station east and popped in to look for trouble. And maybe shoot it.

Linc, still looking steamed, took his place in the elevator.

Linc spat in disgust.
"What the hell are you all on about? Zirelle there said this was a bunch of killers run by a boss that is pure evil! Suddenly you're using stunners and looking at me with disgust for using serious weapons?
So which is it?" Said Linc, irritated.

Linc pops up and takes a snap shot at the Vargr woman with his Laser Carbine. The bright yellow laser pulse lanced out...
Gun combat (Energy)+Dx: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4) + 2 + 1 = 8 for a possible 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1, 3, 5) + 3 = 15 laser energy damage.

Are we using a map for this fight?

Linc quickly ducks out of sight behind the winch machinery.
Stealth+Dx: 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5, 2) + 1 + 1 = 9

Linc makes sure his laser carbine is hot before stepping outside the cargo container. He stealthily made his way towards the smaller door, alert to any kind of threats.
Stealth+Dx: 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6, 1) + 1 + 1 = 9
Recon+Int: 2d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1, 4) + 1 + 2 = 8

"Well, let's see what we got on the outside." Said Linc.
He'll use his Mechanic's kit to find or open a small hole in the doorway and check for vacuum conditions on the other side.
Mechanics: 2d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6, 6) + 2 + 2 = 16
Survival: 2d6 + 0 + 2 ⇒ (6, 5) + 0 + 2 = 13

Leaning against a bulkhead, Linc methodically stripped his laser carbine and put it back together. When the grav tipped, he just put a foot out to brace himself against a crate and muttered "That pilot is some kinda dumbass..." and kept on checking his equipment.

Vacc Suit+END: 2d6 + 3 + 0 ⇒ (6, 3) + 3 + 0 = 12

At the moment the cameras went down, Linc was passing down the Western perimeter fence line in a brown "DHL" cargo delivery service uniform and wearing a hand drawn security badge.
Recon (INT): 2d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3, 5) + 1 + 2 = 11
The uniform helped him blend into the crowd of other delivery personnel moving around with purpose.
He was hauling a crate containing his vacc suit, weapons, extra tanks and power cells on a hand truck, his ball cap drawn down shading his eyes.
As the clock started ticking, he stopped at a point where the fencing was attached to a fence pole.
Mechanics (INT): 2d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1) + 2 + 2 = 9
He used a tool set to swiftly unbolt several anchor points the fence was attached to. Moving it aside, he pulled his hand truck through, (and anybody else who wants to get through), brushed out his tracks, then rebolted the fence to the fencepost on the inside.
Then he moved down the rows and rows of cargo containers, looking for the matching serial number of the container which was their target.

Ready.

"Also, are we all set for guns then? I've got my trusty Laser Carbine and pistol." Linc asked aloud and turned to the others.

Linc shrugged as he chewed on his coffee stick.
"If it doesn't get too cold, we can use the cheap option and get emergency sleep bags; you know, the foil ones that reflect body heat.
"I got a half box of smoke grenades if you think they'll help. Ten of 'em. Other than that, I'm ready to go." He said.

Linc nodded slowly. He bit into a coffee stick.
"OK, I think I get it. Do these guys wear battle armor, or just civvies? They use e-weapons, or just flying lead?"

Meeting at the bar later...
Scratching his unshaved chin, Linc considered this Zirelle chick's spiel.
"Well sure, the air's no problem. I can get a couple of 6 hour tanks extra for each person."
He fixed his eyes on Zirelle coldly.
"So couldn't help but notice you want us to maybe get perforated to make a hit on a guy, and you don't mention compensation once. You planning to ditch us useful tools once we've served our purpose?" He sneered.