*** Log file opened: 11/14/98 9:44:00 PM Arsenal [tabrock@du73.pal.ptd.net] has joined #rifts N`Mor [darkside@cz-cblk-150-16-72.cyberzone.net] has joined #rifts 'lo N`Mor UpLink [UpLink@adu56.str.ptd.net] has joined #rifts J-Rock [~slider@belmouth.resnet.tamu.edu] has joined #rifts 'lo UL 'llo 'lo JR UpLink is now known as Vander OI! J-Rock is now known as SteveM Baaaa KJ KillJoy_ [~KillJoy@athens-1-13.mdm.oco.execpc.com] has joined #rifts KillJoy_ is now known as Trent Aris_TGD [smbeaver@p79.utc12.dialup.pao1.flash.net] has joined #rifts Aris_TGD is now known as Kasia Hail! Hail! The gang's all here! Hey Areis -e Kon'ban-wa, pplz well well well... gang's all here except for the Coalition babysitter, as usual. :) -typist and his entire immediate family V: Well, except for Pupp. Yah Malik's practically an NPC. ;) *chuckle* Trent wonders if he's ever going to show up NM: Practicially? Kasia air guitars to Satriani %) Arsenal listens to Disk 3 of Rush, Different Strings... Can WS2 watch, guys? Kasia: sure... Trent pops in Hellbilly Deluxe in fact, if he wants to play Malik.... Hold on fer a sec... Vander listens to Simon and Garfunkle for some inecsplicable reason Arsenal kills Vander's typists. "inexplicable" SteveM is grooving to AC/DC, "High Voltage" Ars: Rage against the sistim :) Arsenal drops an anvil on Vander 's head Symphny [~rbos@line114.nwm.dial.mindlink.net] has joined #rifts "Bad spellers of the world, UNTIE!!" In this case, that's my 'pooter %| WhtStar2 [smbeaver@p42.utc6.dialup.pao1.flash.net] has joined #rifts N`Mor duzent cair iff u kan unnerstun himm Back 'lo WS2, rb... You got that rite, udder-boy! I'll just lurk, if you don't mind. Arsenal has a character up for grabs, if anyone wants to pr him... s/pr/rp/ who wants to play Malik while Pupp's out (again)? "A perfect Nazi SS wannabe?" ;) Kasia: *nod* I still find that amusing. :) Ars: This makes 3 sessions. Does he ever expect to drop in? Vander: I keep nagging him about it... all's I've gotten was a *cringe* Ars: If Malik's an NPC, can we kill him? O=) Trent; Nah. We need him Tr: :) Trent: I'm thinking of passing him off on rb or WS2... Ars: So I heard WhtStar2 is here to sit and blink. I don't think WS2 likes cross-dressing... could be wrong, tho. ;) *duck* *run* But if we pass Malik off to Tan, does that mean we can date him.. her.. whatever? :) Kasia blinks @ Van Kasia: well... there is something about RP games... the more out of character the character is for the player, the more challenge for the player to play the character right. *bapbapbap* No. Ars: True. :) My problem is, I'm so used to RPing that I can RP almost any character. :\ No challenge Shall we begin? ehn... you guys up to it? Sure! SteveM nods V: No, lets wait for Pupp to show up. *LOL* Okay... BTW Isn't anybody gonna take the obligatory cheap shot at the runt before the game starts? Trent: Hah! Vander: yer right... *runs* Trent waves his hand vaguely at Vander Nothing seems to happen. Trent watches a rather large shadow appear around Vander rapidly getting larger. Trent laughs his head off as the moon impacts Vander *CRUNCH* WE have 3 minutes by my clock.... Kasia tosses the Hobbit into the door of her car. ;) Ars: Happy now? Kasia: Ow? :) Errr, Vander it's almost a tradition to kill Vander before the game starts. :) What do you mean "almost"? 3 for 3 so far. Trent: well, this is only the third session... SteveM superjumps his VHT. Unfortunately, Vander is right at ground zero of the landing zone. *SQUISH* it needs to go 7 before it *is* a tradition. :) :) Ars: Ah "Oh my God, they killed Vander!" "You bastards!" Steve; Heh :) okay... Steve: "Oh my God, they killed Vander!" "Thank you!!" ;) Symphny [~rbos@line114.nwm.dial.mindlink.net] has quit IRC (Ping timeout for Symphny[line114.nwm.dial.mindlink.net]) Kasia: hey! :) It's morning. Any SDC or ISPs spent are now recovered. *chuckle* O:) Vander wakes with a gutteral snort and wonders where the coffee is SteveM walks out to the encampment with bags under his eyes for some reason N`Mor disappears into the void <[9:54 PM]:> AutoGone - 10 min <[Log:OFF]> Trent is sitting out by Sergio's truck N`Mor returns from the void <[VoiD]> Sergio stumbles hung over from the hotel... Kasia grabs a clean set of clothes from the trunk of her Bug and heads to a public ladies' room to change. Steve: as per last session, the team was in a hotel at Odessa for the night. *mumbled* as usual. Ars: Where we camped out in a hotel? OK Kasia returns in half an hour looking like Daniella Daniel. Okay, not as bad. ;) Vander: Steve had gotten rooms for everyone there... ah.. whereever we assemble Vander gets a shower and a change of clothes the vehicles are parked out front. Sorry 'bout that. :) You are all now washed up, showered, s#!t, shaved, and ready to move on. SteveM is already showered, shat, shaved, changed, the usual. Something tells you he didn't get much sleep last night. "Oi, Steve. You look like 'eck! " N`Mor trudges out to the 'parking lot' with a tremendous yawn. He draws his old, dusty cloak over his shoulders. I know. Where's the coffee? Steve: ya forget the quote marks for IC convo? nope *wanders into hotel* "Geez, Steve. Looks like you were up all night too." "I know. Where's the coffee?" fortunately, this hotel offers complementary continental breakfasts. Kasia is sitting in the front seat of her Bug, looking faintly like she wished she had taken the guys up on their offer to finance a hotel room. ah, civilization, such as it is. Kasia steal- err, grabs some of the complimentary breakfast "*too all present* Dunno about you boys, but I wanna get sone rounds and arrowheads made outa those silver bars I bought." -sone +some Vander pigs out on breakfast *to N'Mor* "I reloaded half of my clips with those silver rounds ye made." Kasia glances at Vander. "Silver arrowheads?" "I think we can spare a few bars. Five, ten?" N`Mor tugs some leafy stuff from his pouch and tucks it thoughtfully in his mouth. "You beings call that 'food'?" "*to Kasia* Silver make good hourk against vamps." Trent eats, shrugs. "Just 'cause you don't like it..." "Well, I like to think I didn't claw my way to the top of the food chain to eat vegetables." Malik grumbles. "At least it tastes better than that lettuce you eat. " Vander finishes eating, and heads out to the vehicles emote notes the small one, jerking his head towards the truck. "We have a small number of silver arrowheads, perhaps a dozen. More would be indeed appropriate." ACK %) N`Mor notes the small one, jerking his head towards the truck. "We have a small number of silver arrowheads, perhaps a dozen. More would be indeed appropriate." *chuckle* Kasia rolls her eyes. "Vampires. You're heading out to Me-hi-ko to kill some vampires. Why do I get indebted to suicidal people?" "Believe me, I know from suicidal. I've seen worse." Vander gets the bars, looks around for a forge and anvil to steal... uh, borrow for a while Steve: one note... it'll prolly be another 2 days ride to the Mexican border. emote trudges past Kasia, towards his truck. "My sentiments exactly." N`Mor kicks himself. Vander: Thankfully, you find a forge in the stable behind the hotel. Kasia glances at Steve. "I'm glad you know from suicidal, loverboy, because I sure don't." Vander starts firing and reshaping the silver into 16gauge slugs for his shotgun, and sets aside enough for about 3 dozen arrowheads. Malik grumbles about wanting to continue on while it's still morning. SteveM looks distantly for a second, then shakes himself. "It's a couple more days left to go to sun-baked old May-Hi-Co." *to Malik* "By the way, where are we heading to today?" "We'd better get to it. Vander, how much longer you need on your little project?" Malik glances at Steve. "He's the one with the map." "Heh. o/~ Now it's fiesta time... in Guadala*char*a... o/~" Vander sings a pre-Rifts song involving 'menn', 'working', and 'chains'. -n "Okay, where are we going today, Steve?" SteveM opens the map and looks. Sergio wanders into the forge and takes up the song as well. "*to Steve* Gimme about half an hour! Gotta let these buggers cool!" Kasia looks over Steve's shoulder o/~ This is the sound of the man working on the chain o/~ *CLANK* *to Vander* "You got it!" o/~ Gaaaaaaang! o/~ Trent looks over Steve's other shoulder. o/~ This is the sound of the man working on the chain o/~ *CLANK* o/~ Gaaaaaaang! o/~ Steve: the map is peppered with small settlements, but the name that pops out is New Del Rio, on the Rio Grande. Kasia covers her ears. "Can't that hobbit carry a tune?" *taps New Del Rio* "Right here." the town is a good 2 days drive away. *whispered to Kasia* "That's about the only thing I found he can't carry." Kasia grins @ Steve, then looks back at the map. "Okay. Looks like we'll have to camp, right?" Vander finishes his work, and drops 3 dozen new, wickedly barbed, broadhead tips into N'Mor's arsenal. okay, the work is done, you have a destination, and check out time's approaching fast. Kasia sighs in relief as the 'singing' stops SteveM nods. "We'll determine watch schedules on the way." "Let's get out of here before the runt start singing again." Malik disappears for a few minutes into the base, then emerges in his repaired SAMAS unit. N`Mor kicks the tank of his truck, frowning as it make a hollowish sound. Vander makes a quick run back into the general store to buy a small anvil and a set of tongs and hammers N`Mor: Diesel, or regular gasoline. Kasia fills up on gasoline Ars: Diesel Ah... Sergio looks around, finds the diesel pump. SteveM mounts up and fires up his engine to let it idle. N`Mor: Roll a 20... :) Kasia takes regular unleaded... needed about half a tank *blink* Ooh, natural 20. %) well, that beats Sergio's 3... you beat him to the pump. :) :) Trent wanders over to Sergio's truck, gets in the passenger side and props his feet up on the dash. (brb) Vander returns and loads a small anvil, 3 more bars of silver, and a set of tongs and hammers into the supply truck (back) Ars: How much for the gas? N`Mor cuts in front of the small man that reeks of alcohol, snatching up the pump. 20 pesos $2, right? *nod* 'kee. Odessa's got it cheap... oil refinery close by. Vander pulls his Hog around to the hotel's outdoor tap, and refills his electrolysis carburated engine tank 50 pesos for the diesel. "Heh heh. Suckers! Water's free!" Kasia sticks her tongue out in Van's general direction *chuckle* *yelled to Vander* "Hey! So's a fusion pile!" N`Mor tops off his tank, sloshing a bit of fuel over the mouth. He hands the pump to Sergio and pays the pump's owner the 20 pesos he requires, casting an annoyed glance at the hobbit. "*to Steve* Ye got that roit!" Sergio fills up, and it looks like you guys are ready to roll out. Kasia sighs and climbs into the Bug. "Boys, boys, boys." (how old is Kasia, BTW?) "*to all the gas-guzzlers* If ye want, I could modify yer carburators to use water, too." ~17 ah Sergio mutters "no... i kinda like my guzzler" Kasia replies, "This thing's been fiddled with enough already, I think it'd explode if you tightened a screw." Vander revs up the Hog "OI! Let's move!" Malik radios to Steve, "Your call, boss." N`Mor climbs behind his wheel, starting up the truck with a loud roar. He blips the throttle several times, the ground (and just about everything else around) vibrating with the throb of the supercharged engine. Kasia has no radio? Kasia: not even a CB in there? Vander pulls his Hog up next to Kasia, Bug. "Stick close, baby. I'll relay messages to ya." -, +'s SteveM raises his right hand like John Wayne. "To Del Rio!" He waves his arm forward. Kasia digs under the passenger seat, finds a battered old CB... "Thaks for the offer, twerp, but I think I can handle it." aaaand they're off! Malik takes point, as always... Vander pulls into his position behind the supply truck Kasia just hangs out in back SteveM leads the supply truck. *to Sergio* "Well, looks like we're on the move again." That didn't sound too good. ;) Then Steve, followed closely by N`Mor, Kasia, the supply truck, with Vander behind them by a tail. Kasia: What didn't/ Van: Nevermind. ;) N`Mor throws his truck in gear, mashing the pedal to the corroded floor. The tires spin (quite an achievement for a rig), sending dust flying, coating the hobbit liberally in dirt. Kaia: Ah :) SteveM sees his roomie have a cow as tu scores again Ars: Whatever you say, oh mighty omipotent one Sergio digs around for a pre-Rifts cassette, and soon the sounds of Bad Co's "Moving On" fill the radios The trip for the next three hours is rather uneventful, before Sergio mutters something to Trent about a "potty break". *to Sergio* "Aw dammit, didn't you go before you left?" this is roughly just after noon. Sergio mutters "si" Kasia idly suggests lunch over the radio Vander agrees, his Hobbit's appetite getting the better of him Trent grumbles under his breath, agrees with Kasia that stopping for lunch would be a good thing. Malik radios back, stating that a small town's in sight over on the left, about a mile out. "Great! We'll stop there!" *to Malik* "Lead away, skullboy." "Are wa nandesu ka?" "*to Malik* Good ta know yer keepin' yer eyes open up there!" *to Kasia* "Say what?" Kasia bites her tongue, then repeats in American, "What town is it?" Malik grumbles about the Juicer's attitude, and veers off to the left. the town's sign says, "Welcome to San Chico. Pop. 341" SteveM follows. *to Kasia* "We'll know when we get there." Vander radios to the group "Give or take a ninja!" . o O (Whatever, Vander. Whatever.) The town is a simple one-lane town. There is one general store, a tavern, a rail station, and a blacksmith's shop in plain view. brb N`Mor waits for Sergio to wander off to the bar. ;) Vander pulls his Hog up in front of the smithie there is also a mine shaft not too far away, about a mile off. WhtStar2 [smbeaver@p42.utc6.dialup.pao1.flash.net] has quit IRC ('Right-thinking people' are generally people who think you are right.) "*to Steve* Be right out! Gonna make s'more slugs!" and, probably most unusual, a temple of some sort at the far end of the town that appears to double as a town hall. Vander wanders into the smithie (back) *to Sergio* "Pull over by the tavern. And no drinking while we're here, comprende?" "Si" SteveM pulls over, kills the ignition and gets out. Kasia pulls up by the supply truck, gets out, and flips on the car's defenses. Vander looks around for the blacksmith the sign in the tavern reads "Lunch Specials: rattlesnake soup, rattler stew, rattler steak" Trent wait for the truck to stop, gets out. "Oi! Anybody here?" N`Mor pulls his rig up next to the supply truck. He steps down from tractor, eyeing the temple at the end of town with curiosity. "They seem to specialize in snake food." Vander: the smithie come out, looks at you and asks, "wuddayawant, shortie?" Kasia looks at the menu, decides to try the soup. Trent decides to try to also try the soup. I'll go with the stew "*to the smithie* Need some special ammo for this. *pulls out his shotgun*" N`Mor: the temple appears to not be of any religious sect yer aware of. the smithie looks at the Runt, and smiles. "What kind of special ammo? Silver buckshot? Silver slugs?" Trent finishes his lunch. Tastes almost, but not completely unlike chicken. Malik chuckles at this... "Nearly everything unknown tastes like chicken." *to N'Mor* "Want to go check it out after the rest finish eating?" Kasia tries the soup. "Not too bad." She turns to Steve. "How's yours?" "*to smithie* Scattershot, preferrably. And no worries about bein' able ta pay." *flips the smithie a 50 cent piece (Does it look like I need to ask them to kill it first?" s"/)/ Steve: nope. N`Mor trudges towards the temple, apparently fostering the same thought as Trent. He stops just short of the foot of it, looking up at it, admiring the architecture. the smithie smiles at this and fires up his forge. "It's... different." Vander heads over to the tavern while waiting for his ammo Kasia chuckles. "That seems to be what everyone thinks about Japanese food. You have anyone else in this group who can cook?" Trent follows N'Mor. "You know what this place is?" Vander gets a seat at the bar, and orders a snake steak sandwich and a beer N`Mor, Trent: the temple has ornate marble and granite workings. "I can catch stuff, but I can't cook it." N`Mor shakes his head. "None." the architecture is both gothic and modern at the same time. Vander can cook :) Kasia grins. "Well, then, you might just be trying some snake teriyaki." Van: I don't know or care at the moment. ;) "Right. Anything beats army field rats." the sign says "Temple of the Stone" in faded letters. there appears to be more under it, but is unreadable. "For once," Malik states, sampling the stew, "I agree." Vander finishes his meal, and joins the others at the temple *to Vander* "You seen anything like this before?" Vander looks at the architecture and stonework A man in a white robe exits the temple, takes a look at the trio. "Please, come inside and worship. All are welcome. Just no cameras." Vander: the sect is unknown to you. *to guy in robe* "Who are you?" N`Mor looks to the others and shrugs, trudging up the steps (assuming there are steps). Well, I dunno about the white-robe, but Trent is a Vorlon. ;) How so? "*to Trent* Dunno" *to the server* "Do you know anything about that temple over there?" Trent: This is the second time you've asked 'Who are you?' ... don't deny it. ;) Trent follows N'Mor, somewhat warily "I am an initiate into the sect." the man in the robe states. *GROAN* *to iniatiate as he walks in* "What sect?" "*to initiate* Oi! Whut the 'eck is the Temple of Stone? Some buncha rock'n'roll groupies? " The server nods, and replies, "It is the Temple of the Stone. Our entire town is based on it's protection." I think Ars is getting overwhelmed with info requests here. :) *nod* one at a time... Vander follows Trent and N'Mor Kasia frowns at the server in puzzlement, but lets Steve ask the questions. *to server* "Thanks very much." *plunks down enough cash for everybody* The initate turns to Trent and replies, "The sect of San Chico, the Defender. He was the one that gave us the protection stone, which provides our town with the defense we need against... them." N`Mor cocks his large head. "Them?" Kasia glances at Steve. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" o/~ We will hold our large heads high o/~ it is about this time that you start to hear the faint sound of helicopter blades and diesel engines. SteveM nods. Trent runs out side to see what the sound is Kasia freezes at the sound. "Who..." "Whut the 'ell?!" Runs outside to see which direction the sound is coming from* the initiate looks over at the big guy in the hood. "The ones who would do this town harm, of course." Kasia then shakes herself out of it and goes to the doorway to check it out "Are those helios i hear?" SteveM runs out.. "I don't know, but I'd rather be under ceramoplate when I find out!" Vander shades his eyes and scans the horizon Three helicopters have landed not far from the town. You are immediately struck by the size of the force. Kasia follows Steve... "Anywhere I can duck? I don't think my Bug has enough sheilds..." "My VHT has a jumpseat." Vander runs back to his Hog for his laser rifle Kasia nods. "Thanks." Trent glances over at the iniate to see what he's doing fifteen diesel trucks are plowing through the town. Above them, almost a dozen men in jet packs are flying about, firing at random. N`Mor looks towards the ceiling, hearing the sounds. He wanders outside, pulling out a set of I.D. Binocs and getting a 'closer' look at the forces. His jaw drops. From the trucks, nearly two dozen orcs, a dozen Juicers, a dozen Wolf- like beings, and a trio or Ogres are ransacking the town. but standing head and shoulders above the Ogres is a gold-plated combat robot. "The hell?" *to the group* "I think we're in the shit now." "oi! Who left the WarCraft machine runnin'?!" easily recognized as a "Glitter Boy" Kasia clambers into the seat beside Steve and looks out on the forces roll for initiative. "Indeed." (A d20, right?) 18 a measly 6 14+4 Rols a 3 15 Glitter Boy rolls 12 dammit, I left my rifle in the truck. %( %) 'scuze 3 +6 Malik rolls a 3 Malik in the SAMAS? orcs roll a 7 Trent: not necessarily... damn he'll spend one melee putting it on. Ars: Standard GB model, right? Trent: *nod* N`Mor throws off his cloak. Already, small fingers of flame are dancing over his skin. Ogre #1 rolls a 16 Vander is glad he always carries his shotgun Ogre #2 rolls a 4 Orge #3 rolls a 5 Trent is glad he always carries his rifle, pistol, armor, et al. Kasia is glad she's sitting right now in Somewhere Armored Kasia: Point Kasia: Heh :) :) N`Mor Is a big target, out in the open. It sucks to be me. ;) Combat will go N`Mor, Trent, Ogre #1, Kasia, Glitter Boy, Vander, Orcs, Steve, Ogre #3, Ogre #2, Malik Ars: Wolfies? Kasia slaps a hand over her mouth Vander is a small target, out in the open. It *really* sucks to be me. :O Luckily, I'm first. %) oops... Wolfies roll a 9 Err... nevermind? O:) Combat will go N`Mor, Trent, Ogre #1, Kasia, Glitter Boy, Wolfies, Vander, Orcs, Steve, Ogre #3, Ogre #2, Malik Van: Naw, yer harder t'shoot N`Mor: yer up. N'Mor: Hobbits singe easily. N`Mor: What do ya do? Can psychic attacks be aimed at all? *nod* Ah, kewl. N`Mor raises a hand, and knowing that he can do little or no harm to the Glitter Boy, points at Ogre #1 and focuses his thoughts, unleashing an MDC firebolt at the creature's head. roll for accuracy the GB attempts to dodge "*muttering to himself* I'm gonna get iwo Jimaed!" 12 GB gets a 4... roll 2D6 for damage Ars: Orge Ars: What Trent Said whatever... the roll stands. 11 "*muttering to himself* I'm gonna die!" *scratches off 4 isp* "*muttering to himself* I want me mommy!" Ogre's head is burned to a crisp. he's dead, N`Mor Trent, yer up. Ars: how far away is the GB? yeehaw Trent: well in range of yer weapon. Good It's life, N'Mor. But not as we know it. Trent plants both feet, rips off a full clip of ion bolts at the GB's boom gun 13+1 Trent: Burst shot? Ja GB wastes one of his 7 attacks to dodge. he rolls an 8+8... 16... he dodges *sob* 7 attacks? :) with a +8 to parry/dodge/ *yells to the rest* "I've got a plan. Hammer the GB's Boom Gun!" Kasia, with Ogre #1 down, yer up. Kasia concentrates on the Glitter Boy, focusing her Talent on its electrical systems, trying to short out any movement or weapon controls she can reach. Kasia: rolla 20 11 the GB fails his psychic save roll... roll a 2D6 for damage to the GB... 6 the GB takes 6 MD Kasia slumps back, drained for a second 6 MD to wot? the Wolfies ignore the party, deciding to terrorize the people instead Steve: Main body Vander: your turn What's the nearest target to me, and will my shotgun do SDC or MDC? shotgun will do SDC... That was pointless but even that could be fatal. nearest target... take yer pick... there's *several* Vander runs for his Hog N`Mor wonders if he can run around and shoot things, while sitll burning things with a flame burst I tried for the bloody weapons, but I missed - you try focusing a few dozen killowatts thru your skull and see how you aim! ;) still -dozen +hundred N`Mor: I think so. each burst will take one attack, each shot will take one attack I suppose it wouldn't damage more than one enemy at a time unless we're really packed tight.. Ah. Nevermind, then. %) N`Mor: there *is* the fire wall power stunt available. (brb - again - going to make actual food. One bad thing about online parties is that you can't share pizza - 's also one of the good things. ;) ) Ars: I run for my Hog, keeping my shotgun ready to blast whatever gets in the way *nod* Hrmm. :) the Orcs floor forward, heading for the temple. Steve, yer turn ack. I'm still on the temple steps. %) I shift into Gun mode, radioing to the GB "What's your purpose here?" (If my turn comes again and I'm not back, I do the same, just focus reallyreallyhard on the gun) Gun mode will take two attacks... how many you got this melee? the GB answers with static. (How many attacks do I get with Martial Arts and VHT combat?) 4, I think You have boxing? yep Steve: Martial arts gets 2/melee, VHT combat will add 3 'k. 5 attacks and boxing adds 1 Ars: I thought RPA added 2 Trent: RPA does... VHT combat gets 3 Ohhh. 6 attacks, then so Steve gets 6 Gotta like Robotech rules :) N`Mor suddenly realizes he gets 2 attacks/melee different fighting style, I guess... 4 remain, then doh