*** Log file opened: 10/24/98 8:22:01 PM Arsenal [tabrock@du36.pal.ptd.net] has joined #rifts Aris_TGD [smbeaver@p37.utc6.dialup.pao1.flash.net] has joined #rifts hey! Aylos... *windowflip* *windowflip* heh... kill the /msg window 'kee. I hafta use a whole 'nother m'hurk window, though. Ahwell. :) *scrawls GURPS/Rifts books down on the B-day/Xmas list* %) heh If I invite enough friends to my party, there's a good chance I'll get at least one book. ;) that reminds me... *scrambles for rule books* - I'm gonna be away for a while, but I'll get allathis logged. :) Aris_TGD is now known as Aris_AFK KillJoy_ [~KillJoy@ferengal-2-133.mdm.mke.execpc.com] has joined #rifts Allo, all UpLink [UpLink@adu51.str.ptd.net] has joined #rifts Baaaa, man Allo, UL 'lo KJ, UL UpLink is now known as Vander KillJoy_ is now known as Trent Ars: Should I reset my ExPoints to -1000 for Vander? Nope. Ars; OK Vander will need the experience to survive. :) Ars: Point :) MA: 11 (9 when he opens his big mouth) heheh V: *chuckle* well, chill until JR and Pupp get here J-Rock [~slider@belmouth.resnet.tamu.edu] has joined #rifts you can discuss stuff OOCly... oi 'lo JR Allo, JR hrrm.... "Oi! Who's th' guy wit' da huvva tank?" Anyone know if Pupp's even gonna be in tonight? Ars: Dunno Trent has no idea I take it DS will be joining us at some later session? *nod* Trent at least *looks* human... DS's char would be shot on sight by Lone Star troops. Ars; Hey! I may be short, but I'm human-looking enough! Ars: And more paranoid pplz Trent: *nod* Trent is the Southern Cross ATACer, right? Nope... V: Nope, I'm the juicer Trent is the Juicer. OK JR's the ATACer roit JR: just out of curiosity, what was yer ATACer's rank in the SCA? Vander groovies to CW McCaw Arsenal grooves to Rush: _Caress of Steel_ Trent groovesn't right now I don't exactly remember... ABP: Anything But Private. hrrm... well, that leaves Corporal, Sergeant, or Lieutenant as the standard ranks... Trent pulls out his CPS 3k and fills it Roll 1d6 for it? for the record, things spoken ICly should be in quote marks. o/~ We went screaming through the valleys, where the Nationabotna flows. Through the mud and crud and cornfields, where the marijuana grows. Pasts the railroad tracks of Persia, up the hill and down the vale. Had a CJ5 with 4- wheel drive, and Smokey on myu tail.o/~ JR: if ya wanna "Roit!" Anybody gonna be logging these sessions? I am. and I know Aris is. Ars: OK N`Mor [darkside@cz-cblk-150-16-102.cyberzone.net] has joined #rifts N`Mor glances around bovinely, mooing to no one in particular Allo Hey DS hey, N'Mor. "Oi! We got th' beef, where's the grill?" :) Now all we're waiting on is Sgt. Gunther... er, Sgt. Malik. Ars: Heh I thought in was Sgt. Unther whatever. Ars: You want my updated charsheet? Yeah... in fact, fire all the charsheets over. Ars: I think you have mine already Ars: Email or what? email Methinks we may be without our opressive taskmaster yeah... but then, he usually shows up a few minutes after 10... he's prolly running late. N`Mor moos and acts all mysterious ans stuff. Yah N`Mor wonders what he did with his manual Vander tinkers with something he pulled out of a wrecked tank he found in a CS cornfield *It's the tank's blackbox* Trent checks his various implements of destruction Vander replays the last few minutes before the tank's destruction Vander: you see something that resembles a Balrog on steroids. "Sarge! I gotta go to the bathroom!" "Do not get out of the tank, trooper!" "Too late, sir!" *blinkblinkblink* "What have you done soldier?!" "Hehhehheh" The thing takes one look at the tank, and breathes energy at it. The box's recording ends here. Ars: Nah. I like mine better :) Ars: Gee, that could be worse who's to say yers didn't happen? besides, *never* second-guess the GameMaster. >:] V: If you like to survive, at least. =) Trent boogies to Hellbilly Deluxe Heh :) Vander: okay, you open the black box... please roll a twenty-sided die. Well, looks like we're without the taskmaster... Trent ohdamns, forgot the dice....bbias N`Mor just /rolls ;) Ars: ...and find a seemingly ordinary flashlight. Shining it upon people wearing trenchcoats will cause them to appear completely naked. >:) Trent returns Arsenal drops a lead anvil on Vander... Ars: *roll* Perfect 20 Ars: It is, after all, a Flash light :) Arsenal drops a lead anvil on Vander... with unerring accuracy. ouch :) More Trent empties a clip of Ion bolts at Vander N`Mor grumbles.. damn Hobbits. Trent reloads Rule Number One: *NEVER* finish a GameMaster's sentence for him. Your character will live longer. Ars: OK :) Should we get started w/out Pupp? Ars: Give him another 5 right... Trent agrees with the short one Vander shoulda rolled up a Line Walker so he could've come in as a Prince of Amber or a Lord of Chaos UL: Too late now... Ars: Yeah yer fall-back character's the Blynx, remember? Ars: Yep :) UpLynx :) Trent blinks....Blynx? Sorry. Kill me please N`Mor incinerates the midget Trent: An import from D&D A Blink Lynx is an intellegent, teleporting lynx Trent pulls out his Wilks 320, holds it 3 inches from Vander's forehead V: Oh, sorta like the blink dogs. Trent: 'zactly Only intellegent Bah. Blink wolly mammoths are much cooler. Trent thought the Blink Dogs were intellighent. N'Mor, please roll a 1d20 for that incineration. :) JR: Hehheh >:)= N`Mor rolls 4. blah. ;) Trent: Nope the hobbit is only slightly singed. Hobbits singe easily :/ Ewww, burnt hair. Trent aims his Wilk's pistol between Vander's eyes, pulls the trigger Vander tries to put his feet out Trent: Roll a 1d4 for that. :) Ars: 3 Ars: Looks like he's gonna be later than usual. Start? ya pegged him... yeah... AIEEEEEEEE! Ars: At 3 inches range, it'd be hard not to *chuckle* Damn. We're killing off characters before we even get to the adventure! Trent holsters the pistol And I'm part of the group :) *chuckle* Then again, MA: 11 (9 when he opens his big mouth) :) Okay, now that we've got killing Vander out of our systems... N`Mor pulls his over his head and wanders off to hide in the flatlands or something. Steve and Trent, I'll start with you. Steve? Arsenal points at JR *handraise* +hood Vander hides in a deep dark CS dungeon cell Trent assumes that's JR Trent: do you want to start in Lone Star, or outside it? Outside of it, probably 'k... Steve, you and Vander are down in Lone Star's motor pool, doing some "routine maintenance" on the VHT. take it away. Trent vaguely wonders if the motor pool is enterior or exterior I'm assuming it's outside, right? Trent: *nod*, but connected to the main military complex building. Arsenal pokes JR... you there? Well, I suppose the first step is for me to find Vander and Steve "*wiping his brow while returning to the tool chest and removes a rachet* Oi! How d'they 'spect us ta fix this hunk o' junk wit' substandard parts?" yah JR: you and Vander are in the motor pool, doing "routine maintenance" on the VHT... *lights a cigarette* Then again, it's not like they've ever seen something like this before "*continues complaining about CS imcompetence*" Trent approaches the motor pool where Steve and Vander are working on the VHT "*gets back under the VHT's undercarriage, starts racheting some loose bolts*" Steve: you feel a tap on your shoulder. the tap is cold and metallic. *shrugs and continues smoking his cigarette* You know, for people that do what they do for the good of mankind, you'd think they would hand out better equipment. Some things never change. That you, Vander? No, Vander's under the tank. This is what I'm saying JR: Use quotes for IC stuff "Steve Mitchell?" you hear a voice ask. "The general would like to see you." The voice is harsh, and sounds like it's filtered through a robot voice changer. JR: what Vander said. *turns his head to look at this guy* "Oh really?" You see a Coalition "Dead Boy"... the insignia shows he's just base security, and a private at that. "Oi! Stevie! Izzat who I think it is? Morning Sarge. How's the wife? Hehhehheh" "*Pulls himself out from under the VHT*" "Don't worry, you're not in any trouble. I think. Sounds like the General's got a job for you." "Right. Know where he is?" "Follow me." "*stands up, brushes himself off, goes to get another tool*" Okay, while Vander continues to work on the VHT, the "Dead Boy" leads Steve into the building, and into an elevator. J-Rock tosses the cigarette on the deck someplace where it won't burn the base down. the soldier presses the top button of the elevator. A minute later, the elevator opens into a luxurious office, one that takes up the entire floor. "Your stop," the soldier states. J-Rock obediently gets out. "You are waiting for me, right?" The general is an older gentleman, with solid features, greying hair, and a lit cigar in his ashtray. Obviously, the no-smoking policy doesn't apply to him. He nods to you, and points to a chair. J-Rock sits down "Yes, I am. What have you heard about Mexico?" "Not too much except not to drink the water there, sir." "There's a bit more to it than that," he states flatly. J-Rock listens attentiatively J-Rock even nods expectantly. "You see, here in Lone Star, we're a bit more affected by the damned undead inhabitants of that place than the rest of the Coalition. Normally, this would be left to our... regular troops, but there has been some pressure on us from Chairman Prosek to verify a few rumors. Rumors that I personally have dismissed." "What kind of rumors, sir?" "Rumors that the vampires actually have cities down that way. "I've always dismissed it, but the Chairman hasn't. That's where you come in." "Proceed with caution and wooden stakes?" "So they say. I need you to lead a recon team deep into Mexico to verify or dismiss these rumors." The general nods to one of the grunts by the elevator, and the grunt disappears into it. "Understood, sir." J-Rock gets up, salutes, and goes into the elevator. "One second, young man." "I haven't dismissed you, yet." J-Rock hesitates and turns back toward the general's desk. "First off, I want to make a few things *absolutely* clear." A man dressed in standard Dead Boy armor enters the room. "I'd like you to meet Sgt. Ambrose Malik. I'm assigning him to your team for security reasons." J-Rock nods toward Malik. Malik nods back, biting back a frown. "Whatever happens out there," the general explains, "Malik will hold you *personally* responsible. Understood?" "Yes, sir" "Good." A pair of men carry a kicking and screaming Vander into the room. "What is Vander doing here?" "Oi! Ya ruddy buggers! Leggoa me!" "Vander will be your mechanic on the trip." Malik eyes Vander with distaste. "Grrrrr! Woont I like ta smack them inna kneecaps wit' a socket wrench!" "Mechanic? Trip? Oi! I ain't goin' nowheres!" "Bring the bottled water and the lacquered frog band, Vander. We're going to Mexico." "You will also have a supply truck and driver assigned to you. You're to hook up with a Mr...." the general looks on the notepad, "Sergio Puertos down in Quartermaster." Amon [~Amon@dal-tsa31-32.cyberramp.net] has joined #rifts the General hands Steve a map of old Mexico. "Dismissed" J-Rock nods. "Sergio Puertos. Got it." hey, Amon. "Steve? Whattaya gotten us into?" hi "Mexico Express leaves in five minutes." Hey Amon Ay, Amon The General turns and whispers something to Malik, who nods. "Oi! No way! Blimey. Jus' when I thought I could settle down an' be opressed in peace." And take 5. Amon [~Amon@dal-tsa31-32.cyberramp.net] has left #rifts N`Mor is mooing at himself again. You look for an exit... I think we scared him. :) yay :) :) J-Rock whispers to Vander, "You may want to bring along the spare garlic cloves, just in case." "*whispers back to Steve* Huh? Whu for?" The elevator chimes, and opens. Malik steps into it. "You guys coming or not?" he growls. "Elevators! Why can't we just take th' stairs?" J-Rock grabs Vander up under the armpits and carries him to the elevator. "Because I'm the leader, I said so." "*grumbling, gets into the elevator*" Malik turns to Vander. "It'll be tough to land after being tossed fifteen stories down the stairs." "Oi! Hey! Not you too?" N`Mor realizes he's the requisite Big Guy for the team. J-Rock mouths "I'll tell you later" to Vander. DS: yeah... "*To Steve* So, who's the sourpuss? *thumbs a gesture toward Malik*" DS: Define Big Guy I'm the obligatory Short Guy[tm] :) The elevator stops a floor above the one you'd pressed, and Malik steps out. DS: Nevermind, just remembered what you are "Our court-appointed theatrical agent." "Whut?" "Now move along, we're late." The elevator opens on the ground floor. "*moves along*" *to Malik* "We follow you, or just head on down to supply?" Malik's already gone... he stepped out while you two were chatting. Take 5 while I scan in something for KJ. *whispered* "And by court-appointed theatrical agent I mean minder, spy, yadda yadda yadda." "*pokes his finger at the elevator control pannel, hitting all the buttons in random order* hehheh All that pingin' oughta give that general a fit." >:) "Will you come on and get out of here?" "Ok OK! *follows Steve to supply* " Hold on a minute... KJ, got something to toss atcha... Ars: OK Okay. Need my addy? DCC good enough? *shrug* Sure, why not incoming... it should help you out. Now, Steve and Vander are greeted by a receptionist at Supply. Civilian, probably underage, dressed *very* casually. His nose is pierced. "*to receptionist* Oi! You remind me of a troll me granpappy knew. Nose ring and all." the receptionist takes a look at Vander and mutters something about "runts", "bones", and "soup" the receptionist turns to Steve.. "Ya gotta be here for the 'special' supply truck, right?" ^Juca^ [abc@ppp10095.digi.com.br] has joined #rifts hey, Juca Hey Juca J-Rock nods. Ay, Juca ^Juca^ [abc@ppp10095.digi.com.br] has quit IRC (Leaving) Ars: That's two. =) the recptionist kicks back and rests his feet on the desk. "He's waiting for ya out in the motor pool." :) *chuckle* "*to Steve* Remind me to bring me lucky 16guage." "Bring your lucky 16-gauge." "Roit." "You may also wanna look over the truck when we get there." "Oi. You ain't kiddin'. If it's in half as gooda shape as those tank parts we got, we're goin' nowhere." You guys are headed back to the motor pool, right? Ar: Yes *nod* +s Okay... as you enter the motor pool, you notice a SAMAS pilot giving a well-muscled man a hard time... Normally you'd think nothing of this, as this happens all the time, except that the commotion is right near Steve's VHT. "*to Steve* By the way, i found the problem wit' the tank. I should be able to have it back together in a half hour or so." "Right." There is also a 6-wheeled utility truck sitting nearby... "Hey! What's going on around here?" "*to the men by the VHT* Oi! Watch whut yer doin' there! I just figgered out whut's wrong wit' to an' I don't need no more trouble wit' it!" "It's about time you made it, *sir*." You can't help but notice it's Malik's voice. "I caught this friggin' Juicer poking around your tank." "Really now... bring him forward." Trent rolls his eyes. "It ain't standard Coalition, so I wondered what it was" "*looks at the Juicer* Better not ha' touched nothin'. *to himself* This place is run worse'n a union shop!" to Vander: "Nah, I was just looking. That's an...impressive vehicle" "I heard that, runt!" Malik growls. "The Coalition's humanity's last hope in this world gone mad. Have some respect." Trent rolls his eyes at Malik "*to Malik" Yeah, right! An' if gandalf 'ad wheels, he'd be a wagon." "Whatever that means." He turns to Steve. "I say we waste both of them." Trent glowers at Malik. "Just try it, deadboy +" "*Gets back to work on the tank*" Yeah, this is *definately* a fun bunch. :) "*Pulls back out from under the tank and hands Steve something*" "Let's not waste the half-pint. He's the only one I found who can understand this thing." J-Rock looks at wot Vander handed him. Steve: Vander just handed you a mess of greasy bearings "I think i lost me bearings." *groan* I know. Lousy pun Trent chuckles J-Rock looks like her just swallowed something really sour. -r Malik looks at Vander. "How soon can this be fixed?" Trent turns to Steve. "What is that thing?" "*to Malik* Well, speaking as to the mechanically disinclined... soon." "Hrrmph." "*Gets back to work on the VHT." -. +* "A Veritech Hover Tank. One-of-a-kind limited edition." Malik turns to Steve. "I still say we waste this damned Juicer." "*from under the tank* Oi! I thought you said it was from Quebec!" "It is." JR: Roll a 20-sided die to determine whether you've recognized the Juicer. "One-of-a-kind? That would explain why I've never seen one of those things before." I got a 10 "*swears in Spanish as he nails his fingers against a part of the tank*" The Juicer looks familar, but you can't place a name. But you know you've seen him before. "It's all right. I know this guy." "*crawls out from under the tank* OK! Just needs a quick test run to see if those parts are up to the task! *wipes his hands on an oily rag and puts away the tools*" J-Rock hops up to the cockpit and fires up the engine. UL: Roll percentile dice 79 Trent watches interestedly The engine sputters for a second, then quietly hums. "*listens for any other incosistancies*" Roll again "Hmmmmm Sounds OK so far." 80 Nothing you notice. "Steve! How are yer guages reading?" N`Mor afks for a couple minutes while he's not needed JR: percentile roll. "*keeps listening*" 89 All the sensors check out no problems. "Ha! Now that's the sound o' good engineering!" "Nothing wrong so far!" "OK! Take her for a test run, an' don't forget to fill th' tank before puttiong her away!" It's about this time that Vander notices the portly, balding Hispanic in the back of the supply truck. "*to the fat guy* I take it you're our driver?" The guy belches loudly in your face. You can smell the alcohol. "Si." J-Rock eases the VHT out for a spin "Oi! Great personality. Whutta you do fer an encore?" JR: she handles like new. I open up the throttle and move through a few transformations. JR: gimme a percentile roll for both modes 28 on Gun mode, 59 on Battloid Vander: the man pulls out a bottle of whiskey, and says "I do kareoke." to Vander while Steve is out testing the VHT "So, I assume you guys are going to be heading somewhere. Mind if I ask where?" JR: The BHT refuses to go into Tank mode, and Battloid's a bit touchy. VHT, even "*to Trent* South. *to the drunk* Don't quit the day job." J-Rock tries Tank mode again. Roll again. 89 to Vander "Yer kidding me, right?" "*to Steve* Oi! Hold up there!" Switching to Battloid musta shaken something loose, because it changes no problem this time. J-Rock goes back to battloid and brings out the main cannon in Battloid, just to see if that works. 76 if you need it "*to Trent* Nope. Gotta go scare away some nasty, ooooooooooooooo!, vampires. Heh. If they're ennythin' like Barrow Wights, we got no problems." It works... J-Rock tries out a Super Jump (didn't need it that time) *that* requires a roll... *shakes his head at Vander* "You guys are nuts. I'm coming along." 80 Landing's a bit shakey, but otherwise all right. "*Glances at Malik* Best ask our babysitter." J-Rock shifts back to Tank and heads back Malik groans. to Vander: "Why should I care whether or not skull boy wants me along?" "*to Steve* Didja hafta try out the Atomic Powered Pogo Stick?" Yes. "Yes." Malik turns to Steve. "With all due respect, *sir*, I suggest the Juicer not come along. He'll be more trouble than he's worth." "*to Steve* Anyway, OJ here wants to tag along for the barbaque." to Vander: "OJ?" "*to Steve* I dunno. Somehow I don't think the Srage here appreciates poker." J-Rock pretends not to hear, and looks toward the truck. "The Juicer. Old pre-Rifts referrence. Ah, forget it." Trent nods, not really understanding The Hispanic squeezes behind the wheel of the truck, goes to turn on the engine, and falls asleep. the bottle hits the ground. "Sheez. i'm a 5th Age Hobbit in a 2nd Age Treknoflick." Trent walks over to Malik: "Just out of curiousity, how much experience do you have with vampires?" "I've been on patrol in the wastelands a few times." J-Rock taps the Hispanic on the shoulder. "Sergio Puentos?" "*Goes over to the truck a turns it off.*" the Hispanic rolls his head back, belches loudly in Steve's face, and says, "si?" Trent nods. "Uh huh. And have you ever actually been in combat?" "Several times." "You are our driver on this trip?" the hispanic grunts drunkenly, and says, "Si, se�or." to Malik still: "And you have fought vampires? Or any undead for that matter?" "What sort of supplies are we carrying?" "*to Steve* Think it might be safer just to tow the truck. I don't think he's up to driving." Malik mutters, half to himself, "A few times." Trent looks skyward. "Uh huh. Sure. Whatever." Sergio looks over at Vander, belches loudly again, and says, "I dunno... They paid me to drive, not to load it. Can I have my bottle back?" "*gives the truck a quick once over to see what kind of shape it's in*" Standard beat-up truck. Diesel engine, gas gauge says half a tank. J-Rock goes in the back to see what we're carrying. the tires are worn in places. Trent looks in the back of the truck too. Vander joins the other two. "Vander, Malik, all things being equal, I'd sooner have a Juicer than someone who is just plain juiced." *chuckle* "You'll get no arguement from me. From what I hear Juicers is pretty tough. Might be able to use him." The truck is carrying spare parts for the SAMAS and some that look like they *might* fit the VHT. Vander checks the tank parts to make sure they'll be adequate. "Oh good. Spare parts." There's also few rifles with ammunition, a few bows with wooden arrows, and about three weeks worth of rations. *muttered* "Looks like a combat load." Trent examines the ammo for the rifles, looking for eclips, or 9mm rounds. UL: roll a 20 Trent: they're slugchuckers. "Oi! Steve! Are these parts any good, d'ye think?" assault rifles. 13 Trent curses under his breath They'll work, but on a piece by piece basis only. Trent looks for water too, while he's in there "*to Malik* What kinda supply people d'ye have here? These parts are crap!" two heavy-duty plastic 5-gallon drums of water. to the world in general "Eh, it'll have to do" Malik looks at the parts, then at Vander. "These parts are standard issue for the Skull Walker. They had to improvise for that monster our 'Leader' calls a tank." Trent looks around for a faucety thing.