- Ray -'s page

Hey folks,
Juggling this year, work, home schooling, and numerous ongoing family tragedies has left me unable to keep up with PBP. I've been hanging on the last month or two, trying to get back into the games I've been absent from, but I just can't keep up anymore. I've really enjoyed playing Ray and playing with all of you, but I'm going to have to step away from this game.
Thanks for understanding. I wish you all the best in the coming year and I sincerely hope I have the opportunity to play with you again in the future.

Hey everyone. Apologies for my absence, but I assure you I didn't take it lightly. I'm starting to get caught up in my games this week, and hope to be back to regular posting by the start of next week.

Hope all is well with you and yours.

And thanks for your understanding.

Ray grins. "It's a start."

Edu: 2d4 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2) + 1 = 5
That's a fail? If so, she'll keep working on Melee 1.

Ray bangs her head on a nearby console, not really caring what that one does, and groans loudly.

"Ugh... Whatever -- just stop talking."

She grumbles some more, clearly hung over. "Just go..." She burps, groans some more, and settles in to take a nap.

Or vomit.

Hopefully nap.

Yes, it sure was! And thanks!

I'm just popping in to let everyone know I'm here, but I'll be another day or two before I can post. Don't wait for me. I might buy something after the fact when I have the time to give it the thought it deserves. Ray's on a bender or something.

Back soon!

Sorry for my absence. I'll be a few more days.

Ray starts to sift through the rubble, slowly making her way to the crater her 'pals' had better not be dumb enough to be in.

Finding no sign of them she eyes the crater. "Really?" She clambers down and starts sifting through the rubble, complaining all the time about the intelligence of her crewmates. Soon she's tired and dirty. Shifting some more rubble she grunts with effort. "Ugh! Stupid Byron! Stupid Daneel! You'd better be... Ugh! Alive when I find you... UGH! So I can punch you in your stupid faces!"

Ray eventually gets to the crater and hopefully finds her pals without crushing them. Rolling if I need it, but I imagine I find them through time rather than through my totally keen perception...
Recon: 2d6 + 0 + 0 ⇒ (2, 5) + 0 + 0 = 7

Ray groans and heads where the kid pointed, then looks around.

Ray staggers out of the place, then looks around in confusion, a little dazed. Soon, she takes a head count. Where the heck were the others.

...When she eventually realizes Byron and Daneel are missing, she heads back inside and starts sifting through the rubble.

"BYRON!?! DANEEL?! ARE YOU ALIVE?"

Ray had no idea where they were and wouldn't have assumed they wouldn't make it out. When she realizes they didn't she'll head inside to find them. If someone else knows and tells her she'd go in sooner.

Ray flies off her feet, crashes to the ground with the rest of the crowd, and cracks her head. Releasing a string of expletives, Ray staggers back to her feet, shakes her head and tries to ignore the ringing in her ears. She looks around dazed, and heroically....

...staggers toward the exit.

"So we're leaving, right?"

Seeing Steph run toward the stands Ray cups her hands over her mouth and calls out louder. "SO WE'RE LEAVING, RIGHT?"

"...#@&*."

Ray sighs dramatically, stows her big gun, and hustles over to the stands to look for a bomb or... something. ...Whatever the heck the bomb looked like.

Recon?: 2d6 + 0 + 0 ⇒ (2, 2) + 0 + 0 = 4

Relieved, Ray waits for a few moments to make sure the aslan don't change their minds. ...Eventually, she leans over and whisper to Steph, "Were you serious about the bomb?"

Deception: 2d6 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (4, 5) + 1 - 1 = 9

With her giant Sindalian boarding gun in hand, Ray rolls her eyes. "YES. FEMALE. ACCIDENT. I don't want to shoot you, pal, but I will if you attack. I'm a panicked female, after all." She resists the urge to groan loudly.

Hearing Steph's gambit -- it was a gambit, wasn't it? -- Ray nods. "Yeah! The assassins hid a bomb under the stands. Didn't you hear? Don't you want to stop it and save your people?"

In fluent Trokh, Ray tells the Aslan, "Uh, really? We were stopping an assassin! You should go fight him."

Seeing the still approaching Aslan, Ray aims her gun at them. "You should back down and we'll all get to go home. Do it for... honour and stuff. Yeah. That's it. An honourable Aslan wouldn't fight a bunch of innocent females over a misunderstanding."

Sorry, was I allowed my big gun here? If so, she'll aim that one at them. Otherwise she's got her snub pistol still.

Hey, I said sorry! Clearly that'll fix everything.

Ray grabs Steph's hand and they book it out of there after the others.

"Time to go!"

Ray cusses loudly as she accidentally shoots a passerby.

"Yeah, they're gonna kill me. Damn."

Is the assassin defeated? or still alive?

Ray pulls out her snubb pistol and fires it at the assassin!

Gun Combat (slug) + DEX: 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1, 3) + 1 + 1 = 6
Damage? Is this right?: 3d6 - 3 ⇒ (4, 4, 5) - 3 = 10

She'll take a dodge reaction if the assassin attacks her.

Ray tries to clear the way for Steph by plowing through the crowd!

Str + Athletics: 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4, 4) + 1 + 1 = 10

Ray points the big Aslan out and bellows in Trokh "ASSASSIN! HEADING FOR THE IOWOI REPS! ASSASSIN!"

She dashes off to intercept the assassin while shoving her way through the crowd and yelling.

"I didn't do it," Ray exclaims to no one in particular. She scans the crowd, looking for whatever got her friends so worked up.

Recon + INT: 2d6 + 0 + 0 ⇒ (4, 1) + 0 + 0 = 5

Ray rolls her eyes at Jerry, clamps her hand on his shoulder, and pulls him back a few paces. She gives Byron a nod. "Take him down, Byron."

Quieter, she tells Jerry, "No shame in standing down, Jer-Bear."

Ray crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. She glances down the line at her companions, wondering which sucker would step in the ring for the pompous Aslan.

Having nearly died last time she stood up for the guy, she wasn't about to do it again.

What are the terms of this duel, again? Is it unarmed or melee? Or are guns allowed?

Ray taps her foot in boredom. Why did they have to go through all this pomp and circumstance to execute a guy? Weirdos.

Suddenly she realizes they're waiting on her. "Uhhh..."

Damn.

"So... Hteleitoirl," she says loudly, purposely pronouncing his name properly for the first time.

She switches to fluent Trokh. "He held himself with HONOR, even among barbarians like me. Acted for the good of his people and his CLAN." She emphasizes all the words she thinks these folks care about, hoping that helps cover that she's rambling with no real point. "Enforced order and fought BRAVELY. Saved lives. Spread word of your people and your TRADITIONS. Lots about that. Really... important... BRAVE! Definitely brave and... traditional. He valued your ways even when it obviously won't work out for him."

Wrap it up before you make it worse...

"I'm proud to know Hteleitoirl. Your clan-brother is brave, loyal, and values your ways. He's NOT wasteful. NOT foolish. That's bull - no offence. Don't know about the rest, but," she shrugs. "Killing Hteleitoirl is a waste. But, he's here anyway. You owe him respect for that, at least, even if you blame him for other stuff."

Ray tries to recall a way to show respect to the chief, but comes up blank. She tries inclining her head in a crappy sort of bow. Better than nothing.

That's right. Nailed it. Master diplomat right here.

Ray swaggers forward alongside the others, looking for all the world that she's proud and unafraid. When called on she smirks. "I'm Ray. Explorer, Suveryor, Scout, and all around bad-ass. I'm... persistent." Her smirk turns into a wide grin. "You won't like me very much."

"Wear my best?" Ray looks down at her clothes and scoffs. "Oh, look! I am." She smirks, but then frowns a moment later. "Wait. Did you say no armour?"

Ray cusses profusely as she trudges down the hall and strips off some of her gear.

Ray spends her time trying to NOT die.

Also, cussing.

Lots of cussing.

"Been a while since anyone swept me off my feet," Ray jokes as the Aslan picks her up -- rapidly replaced by a hiss of pain and stream of expletives.

I won't be able to post for a few days. Bot me as needed! Thanks.

Ray hobbles across the hall, taking cover with Steph around the corner from the remaining assassins. "Ugh... worst gig ever."

She grunts a groans, trying to catch her breath and remain conscious. Loudly, she calls out, "This is your last chance to bugger off! Run and you live! Stick around and you eat lead -- and... lasers and junk. Whatever."

Ray moves to the edge of the upper concourse, takes aim over the rail, and shoots the guy that fell.

Gun Combat (slug) + DEX - reaction penalty: 2d6 + 1 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 1 + 1 - 1 = 10

If she gets attacked at all she tries to dodge.

"GAH! MOTHER F*$#^&#! This is why being a pirate sucks!"

She cusses some more, cursing everyone from the assassins' to Hteleitoirl, her fellow crewmates, the King, and even the fighter that made her lose that last bet...

Deciding she'd rather die while causing someone else immense pain -- who shoots someone in the GUT? Honestly! -- she fires her gun at the jerk that shot her.

Wait...

Which one was that?

Stupid psychos. Who wears matching clothes?!

She fires her gun at the closest one she has a decent shot at.

Gun Combat (slug) + DEX - reaction penalty: 2d6 + 1 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (3, 1) + 1 + 1 - 1 = 5

Then she hustles over behind Hteleitoirl and his grapple-buddy, using them both as cover from the gunmen.

If she gets attacked at all she tries to dodge.

Oh, yeah, I definitely misunderstood the map. Thanks for the labels. That's super necessary.

Yes, I realize dodge is a reaction, and yes, she wants to do it whenever she's attacked. Thanks for correcting. I thought I had to roll a dodge or something. lol. And yes, she just moves with all three actions.

I can have a snub pistol even though I don't own one? I'll actually move back a bit then, where I positioned myself. I was going into melee because the only thing she had to fight with was her fists due to the gun laws here.

Ray dashes off down the concourse, across the bridge and steps between the Aslan and his attackers. She raises her fists. "Well? Come on then!"

She's taking three minor actions to move.

Recon: 2d6 + 0 + 0 ⇒ (4, 4) + 0 + 0 = 8

Ticked off that she couldn't bring her gun, Ray grumbles and cusses aloud. She heads for the lift armed with little more than her bad attitude.

Ray rolls here eyes. "%$*@ing Aslan." She proceeds to keep on walking to her rooms -- until a companion pressures her into checking it out...

If someone does, she groans dramatically and follows them, trailing along at the back of the group.

Ray shrugs at his response, then crosses her arms. To her companions she adds, "Hteleitoirl's a big boy. Let him make his own decisions."

Ray groans, jealously eyeing the bar. "Ugh. I don't even like this guy. Sure is a lot of work to -- wait. Where are we supposed to take him to get paid? Is this gonna mess up our pay day?"

Ray follows, drink in hand. "This better be good."

Something's come up IRL, and I won't be able to post regularly for the next few weeks. I'll try to pop in every other day, but no promises. Feel free to bot or skip me as needed.

Thanks for understanding.

Ray opens her mouth to translate for Jerry, but Steph beats her to it. "She's whining at him to be a lord or some sh$%, and now she's offering us food."

Social + Diplomat: 2d6 - 1 - 3 + 4 ⇒ (5, 3) - 1 - 3 + 4 = 8

During the speeches, Ray adds in her own translations for Jerry that Steph misses –- being sure nothing good gets left out! Why does Steph always translate the boring junk?

"Thanks, Elehasei. We're happy to come to a feast."

It's about as polite as you've ever seen Ray. Apparently, she's trying to be on good behaviour to score some free grub.

"Awkwaaaaaard," Ray remarks to her companions in a sing-song voice. Not wasting any time, she strides through the crowd to get to the bar.

"Give me something cheap," she tells the human bartender.

Steph makes the corrections to bring the ship into the dock as directed. "I'll go with you as friend Hteleitoril. If things do get heated, I'll stand with you, and do what I can whether that be a fight or a discussion."

She glances to Ray. "She'd prefer the fight."

"Fact," Ray remarks with a smirk.

"Yup, that's blow this joint."

Taking her role very seriously, Ray continues to yell at Byron once they're outside, swatting him on the shoulder repeatedly.

"Whoa! I think you're right!" Ray tells the Aslan female. "Sorry to get your boys claws out. I'll beat my mate's @&& outside. Don't let them gut me on my way out."

Ray hurries outside after Byron calling him names as she slaps him repeatedly on the back.

"Oh, dang! And sorry about the mess!" she calls out over her shoulder to the Aslan. She then goes back to beating and cussing at her philandering mate.

Hi everyone! I'm back and playing catch up. Might be inconsistent in the next few days, but I'll be properly up and running soon.

Thanks for your patience.

Ray scoffs aloud at Byron. "Didn't mean anything to you? Didn't mean-- That's what you said about me! And Steph! And the chick with the purple skin! AND, AND, AND!" Ray picks up a nearby salt shaker and tosses it at Byron. "You *%#^!" She spits at him (literally). "Leave the aslan alone, you &*#$ed dog! You're scaring her! Must be your ugly face!"