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<Prozac> [Arsenal] Run for the hills, the GM's had an alignment change.
Prozac sets mode: +o Arsenal 
Arsenal sets mode: +o Ch`Dith 
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Arsenal has kicked rob` from #Rifts (Just a lucky guess... CYA PAL!)
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<rob`> ..?
<Arsenal> oops... wrong button..
<Arsenal> sorry,
Arsenal sets mode: +o rob` 
Arsenal kicks pirch's designers for putting the Kick button right below the Give 
Ops button
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Arsenal sets mode: +o Will 
<Arsenal> 'lo Will
<Will> 'Lo.
<Arsenal> anyways, we're IC tonight, with Vix spending the entire session stoned 
in an APC bunk.
<Will> How adorable.
rob` grins.
<Arsenal> rob: you interested in playing yet?
<Arsenal> we appear to have a slot open tonight.
<rob`> not really, I'm working until ten tonight
<rob`> and that means half hour random afks every so often
<Arsenal> 'k
<rob`> to be honest, I'm trying to find exactly what it is about this that aris 
finds appealing. ;)
<Arsenal> well, it's kinda like impromptu theatre
rob` won't be the first male to 'coincidentally' take an interest in a female 
friend's hobbies, and he won't be the last
<Arsenal> heheh
<Arsenal> I'll make sure to leave that in the logs.
<rob`> *blink* well, she knows it as well as I do. ;)
<Arsenal> :)
rob` never could keep stuff from her, no matter how foot-in-mouth it turns out. 
:)
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<Trent> Ay
Arsenal sets mode: +o Trent 
<Arsenal> 'lo KJ
Trent grins, isn't at home.  Or on his own box for that matter.
<Trent> ....'twas very nice of my friend to let me have a net connection while 
I'm at his LAN party.  ;)
<Will> Okay, I've gotta know.  What is a LAN party?
Arsenal is currently doing something he shoulda been doing all week: rolling up 
the Juicer. :)
<rob`> will; bunch of people get together for multiplayer gaming sessions
<Trent> Buncha people bring their computers to one person's house, where they 
hook them up over a network and play multiplayer games with incredibly low lag.
<Arsenal> neat
<Trent> ...most of my friends are pretty incompetent at Q2.
<Arsenal> heh
<Trent> Ars: That protector woman?
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<Issachar> Heyhey
<Trent> Ay, UL
Trent sets mode: +o Issachar 
<Will> Yo.
Issachar changes topic to "Issachar Voss: Dances With Wolfen"
<Arsenal> Trent: yeep
<Trent> Ars: Ah, nifty.  Erk... just realized that this is my first lever 
charsheet.  =P
Issachar makes plans to get HobbiTech going
<Trent> level, even
<Trent> UL: That reminds me... should probably get details of what I'd like done 
with that GlitterBoy armor
<Arsenal> replacement Boom gun will cost 10 million, jsyk
<Issachar> Trent: You have GB armour?
<Arsenal> UL: the one from the GB we defeated early on, remember?
<Trent> UL: Remember that one that I killed and am using a chunk of for a 
helmet?
<Issachar> Heeeeeeeeeey. Vander could probably get the formula for GB armour 
reflection plating by retro-engineering Trent's GB helmet >:D
<Trent> Ars: None of these ideas I have involve the Boom Gun.  It may be 
impressive, but it's kinda... well it has it's disadvantages.
<Issachar> Trent: Ah
<Arsenal> Trent: *nod*
<Arsenal> the main suit itself is in good shape.
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<Trent> UL: Err... the GB is made out of molecularily densened chrome.  I'm not 
so sure Vander could manage that.
<J-Rock> oi
Arsenal sets mode: +o J-Rock 
<Trent> Ay, JR
J-Rock is now known as SteveM
<Will> Yo.
<Arsenal> 'lo
<Issachar> Trent: So much for that idea :)
<SteveM> I did get FS 2 for my b-day. It's coo. %)
<Issachar> Hey Steve
<Issachar> Steve: FS2?
<SteveM> UL: Freespace 2
<Issachar> Ah
<Issachar> BTW Meeth won't be in today. He's at his bro's bachelor party
Trent was thinking something along the lines of using that Wellington Industries 
belt fed grenade launcher for a boom gun replacement, and mounting a few medium 
range missiles for distance work.
<Arsenal> hrrm... 
<SteveM> And there was much rejoicing. (Yay.)
<Trent> Steve: Your B-Day?
<rob`> it's a good thing you guys don't have to carry this stuff around
<Arsenal> Trent: well, it works.
<SteveM> Trent: *nod* Today.
<Trent> rob: Yep.
<Trent> Ah, happy birthday, then.
Arsenal changes topic to "Happy Birthday, J-Rock"
<SteveM> There's just something about a birthday cake that gives you a sugar 
rush the second you lick the icing. %)
<rob`> . o O ( Yeah!  I'll just lug around this Patriot Missile in my backpack 
just in case my grenade launcher explodes )
<Trent> *LOL*
<rob`> hee
<SteveM> Thanks, alla 'yall.
<Arsenal> rob: more like rocket-propelled grenades, but yeah.
<Arsenal> :)
<Issachar> Steve: o/~ Happy B-Day to you / happy b-day to you / happyhappy. 
happyhappy. / Let me plunge a pitchfork into your skull o/~
<SteveM> UL: Surely I haven't been THAT bad to you?
<Issachar> Steve: Nah :)
Arsenal looks for damage done by certain strikes...
Trent ohs, remembers something he was going to do for last session.
<rob`> issa;hey, that doesn't rhyme
<Issachar> It's all that Hobbit Stomping gets to a guy after a while :)
<Will> LearnProg Maria.ai
SteveM has been pondering stuff to do to stand off the Coalition Hordes.
<Issachar> rob: It doesn't have to rhyme
<Will> wrong window
<rob`> yesitdoes
<Arsenal> anyone know the damage rolls for: Roundhouse Kick, Axe Kick, Elbow 
Strike, Forearm Strike, and Knee Strike?
Trent grins evilly, pulls out a cattle prod and wires it up to a fusion reactor.  
He advances on UL with lighning speed and rapidly burns him to a crisp.
Issachar plunges a pitchfork into rob's skull. "No, it doesn't."
<SteveM> *headshake*
<Trent> 2d6, 1d10, 1d6, 1d5, and 1d8 in that order.
<Arsenal> thanks
<Trent> Err.. make that 1d5 a 1d6.
<Issachar> Trent: Not me! Steve! It's *his* B-Day!
Trent grins, doesn't even have any books here with him.
<Trent> UL: No... for this fine mess ye got Trent into.
<Issachar> Trent: You mean with Ru?
<Issachar> :)
<Issachar> Glad I could be of help :)
SteveM puts on Human Clay while we're waiting.
Trent thinks for a moment, tosses Steve a spare cattle prod.
Trent whees, listens to people dukematch in the background.
SteveM was thinking elastrator bands, but graciously takes the cattle prod and 
whips it across UL's ass like a Moistened Singapore Rattan Cane
<Issachar> Anyone know where I'm supposed to find that one key in FF7. The one 
that's 'Where the Sun doesn't reach'
<Issachar> Supposed to be in a sea cave somewhere?
Trent thinks a bit more, remembers he got Underground's Big Book 'O Guns the 
other day.  Pulls out a ridiculously oversized rifle and trains it's 3 inch bore 
on UL.
<Trent> "Die."  *KABOOM*
<Issachar> Ow :)
<Issachar> Stop pointing that bow gun at me :)
<Arsenal> ow... a 3 caliber rifle
<Trent> ...yes, this is an actual gun from the RPG.  It weighs ~150 pounds.  ;)
SteveM ponders the first FS2 mission... "Surrender, Belasarius!" *Vasudan 
cruiser does the sustained laser blast hot knife through butter thing to a Rebel 
blockade runner*
Trent suddenly perks up, gets an idea for his next char... converting an 
underground charachter into Rifts.  >;]
<SteveM> That has more munch potential than a Skraypers cahr.
<SteveM> errr, char.
Issachar is still working on his camouflage-coloured, space-capable Chocobo
<Arsenal> Trent: sounds like a winner for Das UberMunchGame
<Trent> Steve: Perhaps.  Most underground charachters have incredible 
psychological problems, though.
<Issachar> What's an underground char?
<Trent> IOW, some are loonier than the Crazies from Rifts.
SteveM ponders a Scud disposable assassin for the UberMunchGame
<Trent> UL: Incredibly demented RPG that went out of production a few years 
back.
Issachar ponders a Crazied Ping-Pong Person for the UberMunch game
<Issachar> Trent: Ah
<Issachar> No! No! A Crazied Oozelfinch! >:D
SteveM NEEDS to sit down one afternoon and rewrite the Eridani Swordsaint RCC
Trent grins insanely... this should be *FUN*  Maybe more fun than a 
Bloodthirster.
<Arsenal> Issac: isn't that a bit redundant?
<Issachar> Ars: What could be better? :)
SteveM would think a Crazied Oozelfinch would actually become more rational. %)
<Issachar> Steve: :)
<Arsenal> Steve: point. :)
<Issachar> <Big Oozelfinch> "Doc, I need your help. I need a lobotomy. YOU'VE 
GOTTA MAKE ME STUPID!"
Trent sighs as he listens to a couple of his friends try to get another of his 
friend's computers on the network.
<Issachar> :)
<Issachar> The only sane/intellegent Oozelfinch in the flock, and he wants to be 
like everyone else %)
<Arsenal> stupidity and insanity uber alles. :)
<Trent> Ja, das stimmt.
Issachar ponders rolling up Rabbi Man
<Arsenal> *groan*
<Trent> Hmm... the girls coming tonight?
<Issachar> I hope so
Arsenal tries to remember who said she'd be late...
<SteveM> Trent: Ship can't stay past 12:30 our time, and Aris ain't getting here 
until later. Kats, I can't speak for.
<Will> 'S up.
<Trent> JR: Well, I have to get off for a while at 10 our time.  Maybe 10-15 
minutes.
<Will> mischan
<SteveM> *nod* We'll probably end up taking a breather around then.
<Issachar> Ars: Roll up the A.outsiders :)
<Arsenal> I'm not sure I could. :)
Trent probably can't stay on incredibly lately either.  *shrug*
<Arsenal> and it's a.outSiders
<Issachar> Ars: I could do Lightcycle and Skunk Girl
<Issachar> Ars: 'k
<Trent> ...got some ideas on how to fight off the CS, I do.\
<Trent> -/
<SteveM> Trent: Lanparty breaking up around that time?
<Issachar> Trent so do I. Evil Wilderness Scout  tricks :)
<Trent> Steve: No, it's going on until... well, tomorrow morning.
<SteveM> figgered it would
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<Prozac> [katster_] Still crazy after all these years...
Prozac sets mode: +o katster_ 
<Issachar> Hey kat
<Trent> Ay, kats.
katster_ is now known as Anya
<Arsenal> oi, kats
<Anya> Moo.
<SteveM> oi kats
Trent hmms, wonders who could use his UberGun.
Will ponders rolling up a Role-Player's character... an AI housed in a computer.  
Now, I could go several ways with this.  I could be in a weapons-bearing system.  
I could take an interesting route and be a mage.  I'd like to be in a mobile 
vehicle.  But then, I could do some fascinating role-playing as a simple 
computer system.  What do y'all think?
<Trent> Will: Hmm... that could be neat.  Uh oh... just had a thought.
<Trent> TALKIE TOASTER!!!
<SteveM> Will: You could always stick with tradition and put said AI into some 
kind of man sized robot.
<Issachar> Will: That could be interesting. Tried something like that before 
with Marvel RPG
<Arsenal> Issac: RALPH 9000 :)
<Issachar> Ars: Yep :)
<Will> Don't wanna be a borg.  Say there's some reason I can't get that 
occurring, otherwise it's just the Borg OCC.
<Issachar> Will: Go for it
Will 'll roll up some stats, then.
<Arsenal> do a standard desktop computer... no, wait..
SteveM eyes the movie channel offerings. We got That Boat Sinky Movie, an 
attempt at a buddy pic with Hot Rod in it, and some other movie...
<Arsenal> a handheld computer. :)
<Will> I take it back... virtually everything would be decided by the form I 
choose.
<Will> For example, a standard laptop would *not* exactly have a Speed 
attribute.
<Arsenal> IQ, ME, and MA are applicable in all cases.
Trent suddenly ponders a Talkie Toaster wired up to some arms and legs.  *rifle 
point* "Would you like some toast?"
<Will> *nod*
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Issachar> Will: get it hooked up to a hovercycle and charge around roadkilling 
baddies :)
<Will> Iss: That's definitely in the top five ideas.
<Issachar> Will: :)
<Arsenal> do a palm pilot AI that is strapped to another player's arm. :)
<SteveM> It'd have to be a wheeled vehicle if you want to squish some stuff.
<Will> Trent's biocomp has suddenly developed a mind of its own?
<Will> j/k
Trent was thinking of loaning his UberGun to someone to use for sniping.
<Arsenal> ... That works!
<Issachar> Steve: Nah. Ride low and have cow-catcher on the front fender :)
<SteveM> ah
<Trent> Will: Since I'm going to eventually get rid of the thing... I'd hope 
not.
<Will> I wasn't seriously considering it.
<Arsenal> Trent: only two others in the group could lift it... Reed, and the 
Bird-Lady Juicer
<Trent> I know... would be kinda funny though.
<Trent> Ars: It's only 30 pounds.
<Arsenal> hrrm...
<Arsenal> I thought it needed... never mind.
<Issachar> Hook the UberGun up to the Plow
<SteveM> Trent: I was thinking of having the Nova Rifle being employed like a 
grenade launcher against the skelebots.
<Trent> Steve, for example, could probably shoulder it.
<Arsenal> save it for the main gun of your GB. :)
<Trent> Ars: No... not nearly enough ammo.
<Issachar> Going from Juicer to GB Pilot?
<Arsenal> not at the moment. :)
<Trent> UL: Eventually.
<Issachar> Trent: Vander can make more (albeit, weaker) ammo for it
<SteveM> Trent: or ATAC if we ever get the NeoVHTs made.
<Trent> Ars: Hmm... *shrug* Frankly, the GL would work better.
<Arsenal> *nod*
<Arsenal> I'd still have it hooked into the systems somehow...
<Issachar> Steve: NeoVHTs are on Vander list of Stuff To Build
<Trent> Steve: Well, no reason why Trent can't learn later.  ;)
<Trent> Ars: The GL?
<Arsenal> no, the UberGun
<Trent> *shrug* Left hand use?
<Arsenal> I was thinking holster, but...
Trent was also kinda thinking of getting a large vibrosword mounted in the left 
forearm... kinda like the Triax GB.
<Arsenal> 8nod*
Trent kinda is wondering what kinda giant war machine we're going to be killing.
Anya dumps out her +3 Dice Bag of Initimidation. %)
<Trent> ...suppose I'll figure it out.
<Arsenal> well, I've narrowed it dowen to 4 or 5 items.
<Arsenal> -e
<SteveM> Or maybe appropriating... %)
Trent dumps out his nonexistent bag of dice, pulls out his books which aren't 
here, and smiles pleasantly.
<Arsenal> Trent: whatcha using for dice rolls?
Will calls upon the mighty juju of SteamRoller!
<Trent> Ars: Random number generator and my brain to do multiplication.
Issachar looks at his dice and devours cheddar with onion dip
<Arsenal> 'k
Anya sighs.  School is kicking my ass.  I really shouldn't be playing tonight, 
but oh well. :P :)
<Will> Trent: you mean, if you need to roll 4d6 you ask it to generate... what?  
from 1 to 24, or 1 to 6 four times?  The probability distributions are 
different, you know...
<Trent> Anya: Likewise.  Nor should I be at a LAN party right now.  ;)
<Trent> Will: I know.
<Will> Mmkay.
<Arsenal> anyone know if the dwaginship are gonna be in?
Trent hmms, should prolly check his mail at some point.  It's been about a week.
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<Trent> Ay, KS
<MacRae> fnord
<MacRae> Sorry I'm a bit late.
<Arsenal> *blink* otherdruggie!
MacRae is now known as Vix
<Will> 'S up, KS.
<SteveM> oi KS
<Arsenal> you said you'd be out of it tonight!
<Issachar> Hey Mac
Arsenal sets mode: +o Vix 
<Vix> Ars: I said I'd try for the sake of trying, and it payed off. My mother 
relented, but I'll prolly have to split ~12:30 (EST)
<Arsenal> ah
rob` is away [autogone:30/l:on]
<Arsenal> we waiting on the girls?
<Trent> Pretty much, methinks.
<Issachar> Ars: I suppose
<Issachar> We could do a HQ sesh
<SteveM> All we really need to wait on right now is Ship
<Issachar> if we have to
<Arsenal> JR: what about dwagin?
<SteveM> Ars: dwagin's gonna be late
<Arsenal> how late?
Trent swears, is getting booted at 9:30 CST.
<Arsenal> *ew*
<Vix> Trent: Gah!
<Issachar> Trent: Bummer
<Arsenal> 15 minutes. :P
<Trent> ...should be able to get back on after they get a call they're 
expecting, though.
<Arsenal> ah... 'k
<SteveM> Trent: will you be able to get back on-- wait, don't answer that.
Will tries to remember game's current status... oh, yeah.  Approaching Coalition 
Hordes.
<Arsenal> Will: something like that.
Trent was planning to loan his UberGun to someone and act as a forward scout... 
or attacker.  ;)
<Trent> acting, that is.
<Arsenal> Trent: somehow, I get the feeling you'll be assinged that job anyways.
<Issachar> Trent: Foreward scout would be my char's job :)
<Vix> Dammit, I need a bigger pistol. Like, a pistol on a tripod, or something. 
Or a Kill-O-Zap. >%)
<Issachar> Vix: Change your name to Zaphod :)
<Trent> Ars: Ja, but it's much better to volunteer for something than to be 
assigned it.  ;)
<Vix> Good, at least someone gets the ref. ;)
<Arsenal> Vix: I think we all do...
SteveM burned the mp3 off the Conan soundtrack when the riders attacked Conan's 
village.
<Vix> ... Ohyeah. *headsmack* ;)
<SteveM> Thought it'd come in handy.
Anya dohohs, just remembers.  I still need to figure out what new skills to go 
with.
<Arsenal> Anya: Weapon Systems?  (we need *someone* other than Rick able to 
operate the APC's guns)
Anya nods...
Trent is kinda pondering seeing how well his chainsaw works as a can opener.  ;)
<Anya> Guess I need RSE to go with that, no?
<Arsenal> not necessarily.
Vix hrmms. I should prolly get a medical skill of some sort, rather than the 
intriguing, but useless, Instrument: Didjeridoo. ;)
<Arsenal> Vix: *whee* :)
<Vix> Or whatever the skill'd be.
<Issachar> Vix; A what? :)
Trent ponders... *BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*click*click*  "What do these blinking 
lights mean?"
<Will> Australian Aborigine instrument.
<Issachar> Will: Ah :)
<Will> Sounds vaguely like a swarm of musical bees, according to Pratchett.
<Will> I agree, btw.
<Vix> It's a hollowed out tree-trunk. ;)
<Vix> Basically.
<Issachar> :)=
<Anya> Trent: "What does this button do?"  *click* BOOOM-BOOM-BOOOOOOM-BOOOM! 
"Cool!"
Vix owns one, IRL. %)
<Trent> Anya: Yep!  =)
<SteveM> Trent: somehow, I was thinking more along the lines of logging. We'll 
need a few to make what I'm thinking of work.
<Arsenal> Anya: it's usually good to get both skills at once, tho
<Vix> Hrmmm. WP: Didjeridoo. *CLONK* "Ow!"
<Trent> Steve: Oh?
<Anya> Yeah.  Since I've got two...
Anya shrugs, adds them to the charsheet.  That works.
<Will> Hmm... 400 more XP and I've gotta consider all this stuff myself.
<Vix> Ars: BTW, did you tally xp for the last IC sesh?
<Arsenal> yes, I did.
Trent idly flips a vibroknife into the air, catches it by the hilt, and flings 
it into a wall.
<Arsenal> Will: 100 more XP, btw... consider yourself at next level at the start 
of next session.
<SteveM> Trent: logs for SAM traps, roadblocks, skelebot crushing, all that.
<Trent> Steve: Ah, fun.]
<Trent> -}
<Trent> ...schiesse.  Gotta fly for a bit.  Be back if I can, otherwise... well, 
play without me.  You can probably figure out how.
<SteveM> hurry back Trent.
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Vix hrmmms. I should look into replacing Vix's old-fashioned oaken quarterstaff 
with a steel one. %)
<Will> Ars: ?  I have listed 1600 XP, need 2000.  Oh, do you mean you're giving 
me 300 for last week?
<Will> Vix: Get one made from MDC materials, they're light and they can parry 
vibroswords and stuff.
<Arsenal> Will: you earned 300 for last week, yeah
<Anya> Will: It's at L3 you get new skills. :)
<Anya> But you need to start thinking about it, yeah. :)
<Vix> Will: Ooooh. Good idea.
<Will> Ars: Noted.  Kats: Yeah, but there's a bunch of other stuff to update 
too.
<Anya> Will: Ah yes.  Happy fun numerics. :)
<Arsenal> those are always fun...
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<Issachar> Hey Boo
<Arsenal> drifters on sandwich... that's a first
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Arsenal sets mode: +o WhtStar2 
<Arsenal> 'lo ship
<SteveM> ey Ship
<Issachar> Hey Ru
<Anya> moofle Ship.
<Vix> fnordship
WhtStar2 whees, is triplely limited tonight.
<Arsenal> well, I guess I'll get the requisite XP out of the way... Aris, KJ, 
and Meeth can be filled in later.
<Issachar> WS2; Oh?
<Arsenal> Steve: 225
<Arsenal> Trent: 200
<Arsenal> Kasia: 425
<Arsenal> Ru: 375
<Arsenal> Ch`Dith: 475
<Arsenal> Anya: 350
<Arsenal> Rick: 550
<Arsenal> (that's a first, folx... record the date)
<Arsenal> Vix: 150
<Arsenal> Will: 300
<Vix> Woo-hoo! ;)
<Arsenal> Issachar: 325
<SteveM> Easy enough to remember... being my 25th b-day and all.
<Vix> Ars: Ohyeah. You wouldn't happen to have xp for the blizzard one, would 
you? I never found out what that was.
Issachar notes the lack of an Initiative Bonus on his charsheet
<Issachar> I have the slot, but no number
<Anya> Iss: Join the club. :)
<Arsenal> Vix: last IC session *was* the Blizzard
<Issachar> Anya: Heh
<Vix> It was? Oh. Duh. ;)
WhtStar2 is 1) hip deep in apathy. 2) has to leave at 7:30 (10:30PT) if that 
apathy goes away, and has to study before that. 3)without a main book.
<Arsenal> WS: hrrm... 
<Issachar> WS2: Gah
<Arsenal> we ready to begin?
<Issachar> Yep
WhtStar2 is now known as Ru`ach
<Anya> WS2: School is kicking your ass too? :P
<Will> Ready.
<Anya> FIIII-RE!
<Anya> %)
<Arsenal> (and someone wake up the dwagon)
<Ru`ach> kat: Yeah. Test that starts 1/2hr before 1st period, and I don't care 
enough to look at the book. I managed to help a friend study some, but...
<Will> WS2: What in?
Anya whistles innocently. O:)
<Ru`ach> Will: Alg/Geo
<Arsenal> When we last saw our intrepid heroes, they were in the Aeralon village 
for some R&R, only 3 hours driving time away from their destination.
<SteveM> "About how far away is this Coalition force?"
Issachar exits the APC, feeling much better.
<Arsenal> "Five of your miles."
<SteveM> "How fast are they closing on us?"
<SteveM> "And from which direction?"
Issachar mutters disparaging remarks about the CS under his breath in Wolfen
<Arsenal> Aenthraecite talks with the Protector in their language for a moment.
Vix glances at Issachar momentarily, then stares off into space for a few 
seconds.
<Arsenal> Protector responds, "they are moving very slowly.  We have an hour, I 
would say.  From the direction in which the sun sets."
Issachar goes to find Anya
<SteveM> "Good. We've got a lot to do, and not a lot of time to do it in."
<Will> Anya and Will are in the APC poring over the text.
Issachar enters the APC
<Will> Clueless about the approaching Hordes[tm], I think.
<Arsenal> She takes a look at you. "What do you have in mind?"
<Issachar> *to Anya* "Where did you place my weapons?"
<SteveM> Are there any hills and stuff in which we might site vehicles to the 
west?
Anya looks up from the book, blinks.
<Anya> "Weren't they with your other things?"
<Arsenal> lots of forest.  Ohio is notoriously flat.
<Issachar> "I did not see them."
<Arsenal> some hills, but the bulk of the state's been stripmined to death. :P
Anya frowns.
<SteveM> *to Reed* "I want the railguns sited at the northwest, southwest, and 
eastern points of the village. Arrange them in a triangle in case they use the 
SAMs to outflank us."
Ru`ach <OOC> pulls out the log. Chuckles... *hums battle of new orleans*
<Arsenal> Reed nods. "Gotcha, boss."
Anya attempts to remember if there were even any weapons brought in with Iss.
Issachar gets into his Bushman armour
<Arsenal> He heads into the APC, grabs a railgun and some ammo, and heads to 
find a good spot to place it.
<Will> "All your stuff should be under the bunk you woke up in, by the w... is 
there a need for armor?"
<Anya> "Perhaps they're under your bunk?  And what's going on?"
<Issachar> <OOC> Anya: They should have been either in my pack, or on my belt
<SteveM> "Can we dig a few pits to the west of the village, some as traps, some 
to set our vehicles in?"
Vix enters the APC, then emerges after a few minutes, wearing his armor under 
his robes.
<Arsenal> the leader looks at you with a smile. "Yes. I will get as many people 
to help you."
<Issachar> *to Anya* "The winged female called Prector said the *wolfen words 
for Coalition* are coming this way."
Issachar goes to look under his bunk for his weaps
<Will> "The what?"
<Arsenal> He sends a shrill yell in his own language to several people.
Anya looks at Will in bafflement.  
<SteveM> "Do we have any painting supplies? Paint sprayers, balloons?"
Vix mutters, "Fighting. Always fighting. And in the open too. Bah. Better to 
shoot someone in the head from a long way away, than die with honor, and get 
hacked into little pieces."
<Arsenal> Some Aeralons land bearing shovels
<Issachar> *to Will* "The Skull Heads."
Will takes one look at Anya and heads outside.
Anya blinks.  "Coalition..." *string of curses in Russian*
Anya follows Will.
<Arsenal> (where was Rick at this point? outside, or in the APC?)
<Will> Ars: Cockpit, I'd guess.
<Issachar> *To Anya* "Yes. Colichon." *follows Anya outside*
SteveM orders them to dig a pit in the eastern approach, with a gentle slope 
toward the village itself (I'm doing this to make a defilade for the APC)
<Ru`ach> Ars: Inside, methinks.
<SteveM> errr, make that western
<Arsenal> 'k
Issachar checks his weaps for battle readiness
<SteveM> "Has anyone seen Ru?"
<Arsenal> Steve: the protector gives her people the instructions in their 
language.
<Ru`ach> Steve: APC
<Ru`ach> (or avoiding Trent. ;)
<Will> *to Steve* "She's inside."
<Issachar> *to Steve* "Captain. How may I help?"
<Arsenal> Reed appears from the APC again, then heads to set up the next railgun 
emplacement.
<Arsenal> Trent takes a look at Issachar. "Well, what can you do?"
<SteveM> *to Issachar* "In a few minutes I want to assemble an advance guard to 
harass them. You'll be in it."
<SteveM> Ars: what about the paint?
<Issachar> *to Steve* "I scout. Might do more good setting traps for Colichon 
Skull Heads."
<Arsenal> afaik, Vander had left some in the back of the APC
SteveM gets the paint and asks Ru, "Do you know any digging spells?"
<Ru`ach> "Umm..." <occ> TK work?
<Arsenal> yes
Anya listens to all this, frowns.
Vix glances around, spots Steve, and walks over slowly. *to Steve* "Is there 
anything in particular you need me to do, or should I go and club some baby 
seals to kill time?"
<Ru`ach> "Yeah. What are you digging?"
<SteveM> *to Vix* "If we got water balloons, I want you to fill them up with 
this paint. We'll distribute them to the Aeralons and tell them to throw them at 
the faceplates of the SAMs as they fly by."
<SteveM> *to Ru* "Pits. For a trap."
<Arsenal> <OOC> *wicked* idea. :]
Will ponders.  "The point of the defilade is to hide the APC?  But the paint 
job... Hmm.  Depending on the amount of arms we're facing and the position of 
the APC, might we not make good use of the weapons mounted thereon?  I'm not a 
battle expert, but they would seem useful.  Neh?"
Issachar stands around looking at places he could set traps for Deadboys.
<Ru`ach> "Oh. Fun. Sure."
Vix stares blankly at Steve. "Oh. Okay..."
<SteveM> *to Will* "This does both, after a fashion. It provides a low profile 
for the APC while still allowing the use of the top weapons."
<Arsenal> Vix: you find some balloons in the back of the APC, in a small storage 
cabinet.
Vix picks up the balloons, and eyes them critically, then walks back outside, 
and looks around for the paint.
Issachar gets on top of the APC, looks thru his binoculars to the west
<SteveM> "I'll construct a similiar position for the Plow later."
<Arsenal> One of the Aeralon scouts hands Trent a piece of paper.  He takes one 
look at it, then runs to get Steve.
Will nods.  "Good.  I shall see about those, then."  He turns.  "Anya, I doubt 
you or I will be of much use outside the rolling armor when the fighting starts.  
Inside, we can keep an eye on the Duke's safety and maybe man those guns."  He 
heads into the APC.
Trent [KillJoy@mercury-1-151.mdm.mkt.execpc.com] has joined #Rifts
<Trent> 're
<SteveM> re Trent. We're plotting the death of the horde.
<Arsenal> and speak of the devil... 're Trent
<Trent> Erk?
Arsenal sets mode: +o Trent 
<Issachar> Ars: Devil, or Deevil? :)
<Will> Ars: Btw, what *are* the guns atop the APC?
Ru`ach <OOC> pounces Trent! <ICly> keeps idnoring him. ;)
Trent rubs his forehead... damn, are my horns showing again?  >;)
Vix walks over to Steve again, and taps him on the shoulder. "I found the 
balloons. How am I suppose to get the paint into them, anyway?"
<Ru`ach> -d+g
<SteveM> Issa: No, he was from Imper. An Imp. ;)
<SteveM> *to Vix* "Use a funnel."
<Arsenal> Will: one's a dual railgun, the other's a laser cannon
<Will> Ars: Never mind, got the book.
<Vix> *to Steve* "Balloons. They're elastic. You need pressure, unless I'm 
mistaken."
<Will> Never mind the nevermind, either.  ;^)
<Arsenal> with three hatch guns, I might add.
Trent <OOC> Grins!  <ICly> tries to get Ru to not ignore him... oh and helping 
plan defense.
Anya nods.
<Arsenal> (for the benefit of those w/out the book)
<SteveM> *to Vix* "The paint'll give you all the pressure you need."
Issachar heads over to Steve. "Have tricks to use. Could make traps more 
deadful."
<SteveM> "Let's hear them."
Vix shrugs. "Okay, if you say so. Where's the paint, again?"
Trent wanders over to where Steve is plotting strategy with anyone who's there.
Anya goes into the APC, wanders into the control room, frowns at Das 
Blinkenlights.
<Arsenal> Trent: one of the Aeralons has just handed you a piece of paper with a 
crude sketch of a CS robot vehicle.
SteveM hands the paint off to Vix and heads over to the Plow to get his armor.
<Trent> Ah, danke.
<Issachar> *to Steve* "Skull Heads most on ground. Have boom eggs to make more 
hurt on their armour in the pits."
Trent scowls at the sketch, tries to figure out what type it is.
<Arsenal> (it's the IAR-5 Hellfire, if you have CWC)
<SteveM> *to Issa* "Do it!"
Vix stares at the paint, then mutters something about the chain of command, and 
sets about filling the balloons.
Ru`ach puts on her armor, just in case, while getting ready to go (Assuming 
we're going now.)
<Trent> <OOC> Don't, but know the type.
<Vix> <OOC> Boom eggs? %)
<Issachar> <OOC> Vix: Grenades :)
<Arsenal> <OOC> Grenades. :)
<Vix> <OOC> Yes, I figured as much. Still, boom eggs? >%)
Trent walks over to Steve, informs him of the type of robot vehicle... that is, 
if I know what it is ICly.
<Arsenal> Trent: prolly not.
<Issachar> <OOC> Iss' main language is Wolfen. He can barely speak American :)
<Arsenal> it's experimental at this time.
<Issachar> *to Steve* Where you have boom eggs?"
Will gets into the control rooom, tries to get a quick rundown of the basic 
operation of the rear railguns from Rick.
<Trent> "Hey Steve... I've got a sketch of the larger robot in the attack 
force."
Anya frowns s'more at the controls.
<SteveM> *to Issa and Ru* "What I want to do is to make a large pit for the 
skelebots to walk over. Then Ru will create a telekinetic bubble over the top 
and we can shovel snow and/or dirt over that. When most of the bots are over it, 
Ru will drop the spell to trigger the pit."
<SteveM> *to Trent* "Let's see it."
<Arsenal> the vehicle is barely humanoid... there are no arms, only a large, 
slightly rectangular body with a round bump on top
Trent shows the sketch to Steve.  "It looks to be CS, but I can't identify the 
type.  Probably trouble."
<Arsenal> guns are mounted on the "shoulders"
<Ru`ach> *to steve* "Okay, I can try..."
Issachar looks at Ru* "Not trust mage things. She not demon creature?"
<Arsenal> sketch also shows two guns up front
<SteveM> "I can't tell either. It's definitely nothing I saw in Lone Star."
Trent turns to Issa.  "No, she's not."
<Ru`ach> . o O (While he *is*)
<Arsenal> Kasia looks over at Steve. "So, what can I do that the baka can't?"
Issachar nods at Trent's words, helps Ru with the pits
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Can you string pullrope traps up in those trees?"
Trent thinks.  "Hmm... it seems to me that I'd be more useful in this as fast 
attack... can we find someone to use my gun?"
<Arsenal> <Kasia> "Of course."
Anya frowns s'more at the controls, wondering if there's any logic to 'em.
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Can you also trigger an artificial rockslide once this 
bigger pit trap is set off?"
Issachar sings a Wolfen battle hymn as he gets the pits ready
<Arsenal> Kasia grins sadistically. "One avalanche coming up!" 
<Arsenal> Issac: you have Trap Construction, right?
<Arsenal> roll percentile
SteveM starts pulling bits of armor on.
<Issachar> Ars: Nope
<Arsenal> hrrm... 
<Arsenal> I thought someone did... ohwell.
<SteveM> *to the Protector* "Anybody in your force trained to fire lasers?"
Trent pulls his gear out of the APC, setting his rifle and some larger gear 
aside.  Frowning at the shape his armor is in, he pulls it on and holsters his 
pistols, slinging his chainsaw.
<Arsenal> <Protector> "Most of us have been practicing, yes."
Anya takes a deep breath, tries to calm herself down.  . o O (Concentrate.  This 
has to make sense, they let Coalition people play with these things...)
<Arsenal> <OOC> *chuckle*
<Arsenal> Rick comes over to Anya. "Need a hand?"
SteveM distributes the spare laser pistols and C-10s to the Protector's crew. 
The UberGun goes to Reed.
<Issachar> <OOC> Noooooo! I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a 
chainsaw!
<Issachar> :)
<Trent> *to Reed* "I want that thing back when you're done, you know."
<Arsenal> <Reed> "No problem. It.. it won't get a scratch."
Will and Anya are trying to get a quick and basic rundown on the operation of 
the top topside guns.
<Will> +from Rick.
<SteveM> "We'll also want to get a few swinging log traps made."
Trent fuels up his bike.
<Arsenal> Rick helpfully obliges. "This is the trigger, this is the ammo load, 
this is the ..." etc.
Issachar gathers all the sticks he can find, sharpens them, and lines the 
bottoms of the pits with as amny as he can. :Wolfen: "This'll give 'em something 
to think about." :Wolfen:
Anya watches, commits things to memory.  Looks at Will.  "Remind me to find the 
owner's manual after this is all done?"
<Will> *to Anya*  "Sure.  The CS prints these things up and sells them on the 
black market for extra cash, no doubt."
Will flashes a grin at ANya and goes to man the gun.
Vix finishes filling up the balloons and walks over to Steve. "Hey, bossman? You 
wouldn't happen to have any pistols in the mobile tin-can with a little more 
punch than this?" He reaches inside his robe and removes his automatic pistol, 
gesturing at it. "It works against soft, squishy enemies, but not against 
anything with decent armor."
Anya snickers, calms down a bit, looks at Das Blinkenlights, smiles.
<SteveM> *to Vix* "Can you use a laser rifle?"
Trent overhears this, tosses Vix his Wilks laser pistol, hitting him in the 
chest.
<Arsenal> Trent: Wilk's 320, right?
Issachar finds Steve* "Pits digged. Where you keep boom eggs for more hurting?"
<Trent> Yep.
<Arsenal> okay...
<Trent> "Here, use this."
Vix thinks. "Not well. A pistol, sure, but no-" and gets hit in the chest with a 
pistol. He fumbles with it, then stares at it, and smiles at Trent. "Ah, 
thankye. This'll do nicely."
<Arsenal> Vix: 1D6 MDC, +2 to strike due to superior construction
SteveM gestures toward the APC. "Get Rick to help you out in finding a couple."
Issachar heads for the APC
<Arsenal> Issac: Rick pulls out a box from the back, filled with grenades.... 
about 30 of 'em.
Trent stretches.  "Steve... I think it might be advisible for one or 2 of us to 
ride out and skirt the attack force."
<Vix> Ars: My standard strike bonuses don't apply to anything but Vix's auto 
pistol, right? 
<Arsenal> Vix: *nod*
<Arsenal> E-Pistol and Autopistol are two separate skills..
Issachar takes the box of grenades over to Ru.
<Arsenal> for one, the E-Pistol is silent and has no kick
<Issachar> *to Ru* "You magic these boom?"
<Vix> <OOC> Gotcha.
<SteveM> *to Trent* "Good idea. You, Ch'Dith and me can do that."
<Trent> "When are you guys going to be ready?"
<Ru`ach> Wait, where are Issa and me?
<Issachar> <OOC> Ru Making pitfalls
<Arsenal> ru: I do believe you two are making pits.
<Ru`ach> I meant in relation to everyone else... but, I think I get a good idea.
<Arsenal> Issa just returned carrying a box of grenades.
Ru`ach gets kinda really nervous. "Um..."
<SteveM> Ru: The plan is to salt these out along the western approach.
<Arsenal> you two are outside the village, IIRC...
<Ru`ach> Ars: 'k.
<Issachar> <OOC> Ru: We're using the grenades like landmines
<Arsenal> 30 minutes until the CS troops are there.
Trent pulls on his jetpack and picks up his helmet, setting it on the seat of 
his bike.
<Will> <OOC> Steve: The APC will be facing the direction from whence the CS 
troops are coming, and away from the tree-town, right?
<SteveM> <OOC> That's affirn,
<Will> <OOC> Just checking.  Didn't want to hit anything important.
<Arsenal> Kasia slides down a rope from a tree. "All set, Steve."
SteveM tosses the Protector an earbug W/T. "If anything happens, call me up on 
this."
Issachar sings songs of warning in Faerie Speak in case there are any Wee Folk 
in the area
Vix finishes looking the high-tech popgun over, and puts it in his holster, 
stashing his standard pistol into one of his many pockets. *to Steve* "By the 
way, the balloons are over there when you need them."
<Issachar> Lore: Faeries, Language: Faerie
<Arsenal> Iss: roll for both
Trent sighs, wishes Ru were here and not digging pits in the ground.  Pulls on 
his helmet.
Ru`ach eyes Issa strangely . o O (*nervous mode ON*)
<SteveM> *to the Protector* "Pass those balloons out to your people and some 
that are going to the forward area. Tell them to throw the balloons at the heads 
of the flying things."
<Trent> <OOC> 'course, either way she wouldn't be paying attention to me.  
Still....
SteveM gets in the Plow and fires it up. "Kasia, you stay with the APC."
<Arsenal> The Protector nods, then starts yelling orders in her own language.
<Issachar> Language roll: 58, passed
<Arsenal> "What, no kiss for good luck?" Kasia pouts.
Trent kickstarts his bike.  *radioed* "We going yet?"
<Issachar> Lore roll: 12, passed
<rob`> speaking about kasia, any word on where aris is?
<SteveM> "Oh yeah.. " *long slow kiss here*
Anya continues puzzling over some of the controls that Rick didn't explain as a 
challenge, starts to figure them out.
<Ru`ach> rob: party. Should be in in ~30min
rob` nods
Trent watches Steve and Kasia, mentally winces and turns away, watching a patch 
of trees.
SteveM takes the Nova Rifle with him in case Issa can use such a weapon.
<SteveM> "All right, let's move like we got a purpose."
Issachar continues his warning songs
<Trent> *coldly* "Rog, boss."
Trent twists the throttle and shoots forwards out of the village.
SteveM slides on after Trent in Transport Mode.
<Arsenal> Trent: roll for Pilot: Motorcycle to avoid hitting a tree on that 
maneuver
<SteveM> <OOC> Shad: hurry up and get back..
Ru`ach keeps working. . o O (Damn, why did I have to end up working with a 
stranger...)
<Arsenal> Ru: you and Issa finish the trap
Trent rolls... 27.  Passed.  Wasn't being reckless there, just accelerating 
quickly.
Trent is actually driving at a sane pace, thinking.
Issachar looks over at Ru* :American: "This songs of war. Faerie peoples not be 
hurt."
Ru`ach nods, not really paying attention.
SteveM stops for a sec at where Issac and Ru are. *to Issac and Ru* "In case you 
need to make more boom-boom." Tosses the Nova Rifle to Issac.
<Arsenal> Issa: any psi abilities?
Trent stops too, pulls off his helmet.
<Trent> "Ru...."
<Arsenal> (but then, it operates on PPE-Clips...)
<Issachar> *to Ru* "When little, I find Faerie circle in woods. They having big 
party. I stay for some drink, they teach me they talk, we laugh, I wake up wityh 
headache." *smile*
<Issachar> Ars: Nope
<SteveM> <OOC> the rifle came with a PPE-Clip. if it didn't, I put one in there.
Ru`ach smiles a little. "That's... wierd."
Issachar looks at the Nova Rifle. *to Steve* "I have this." Pulls out his Wilks 
320
SteveM also gives Ru an earbug to communicate with.
Ru`ach grabs and puts in
Vix walks into the APC's cabin, and leans against the wall, grumbling quietly.
<Ru`ach> +it
<SteveM> *to Issac* "This makes much more boom-boom. Wider, too. Kinda like a 
boom-egg hurler."
Trent walks over to Ru
Issachar nods at Steve. "Make big havok. Colichon hurt big." :)
<SteveM> . o O (Now I have no idea *WHY* I'm even trying to talk to Issachar in 
his own language.)
<Issachar> <OOC> Steve: :)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Will> Cry HAVOK!  And let slip the Wolfen du War!
<Issachar> Will: :)
Anya waits quietly, a little nervous, but nothing big.
<Trent> "I... hell.  Take care of yourself."  He turns away and starts walking 
back.
<Ru`ach> . o O (Jerk.)
<Vix> <OOC> Will: That's havoc, you uncultured philistine!
Issachar sets the Nova Rifle over one shoulder, reholsters his Wilks, and 
positions his Vibroknife so it's in a good position for quick use
<Arsenal> Okay, the traps are set.
Trent pulls his helmet back on and drives off, not waiting for Steve.  Sanely.  
*glare at Ars*
<Will> <OOC> I spelled it the way Iss did, for that purpose.  I know how to 
spell havoc.  I also know the present tense of wrought, finally.
<Issachar> <OOC> Ars: Stats on the Nova Rifle?
<Arsenal> lemme check FoM
SteveM follows Trent. "We're just going to give them something to think about 
and fade away."
<Vix> <OOC> Will: Oh. Well, you're still a philistine. ;)
<Trent> "Fade.  Right."  He seems to be thinking about something else.
<Arsenal> Nove Rifle: fires balls of energy, does 1D4x10 MDC damage to all 
targets in a six-foot radius, 8 shots per PPE-clip, wielder wears a harness to 
help support it (think the two larger infantry guns in Aliens) 
<SteveM> *to Trent* "Think about her later."
Vix wanders around the APC looking into cabinets and drawers, trying to find a 
knife of some sort. Preferably, a large, sharp, steakknife. Or a vibroknife. Or 
even a butterknife.
<Arsenal> Vix: you find a few vibro-knives.
<Issachar> Ars: 'k
<Arsenal> in a locked cabinet (transparent aluminum "glass" door)
Trent twitches, sending the bike wobbling for a few moments before he regains 
control.  "Easy for you to say."
Vix eyes the knife, and reaches for it, banging his hand on the door. "Dammit." 
He pulls out a little piece of metal from his robe, and sticks it in the lock, 
wiggling it around, trying to pick it.
<Issachar> <OOC> If you guys are still cheesed at eachother when you get back to 
Worth, and Ru tries using Vander to get back at Trent, somebody will get hurt.
<Arsenal> vix: roll for lockpick
<Trent> <OOC> Cheesed at each other?  Methinks it's kind of a one way thing.
<Vix> 17.
<Arsenal> Steve, Trent: you come across the raider party.  the mech is a mere 15 
feet tall (as far as mechs go)
<Arsenal> Vix: bah... you easily pick the lock.
<Issachar> <OOC> Steve: Body slam! Use a body slam! :)
<Arsenal> s/raider party/Coalition squad/
SteveM practices emcon and all that other nifty ninja shit as he surveys the 
force with Trent.
<Trent> emcon?
<SteveM> emissions control
<Trent> Ah.
<Arsenal> (read: no farting/belching/breathing/etc)
<Issachar> :)
Trent unslings his chainsaw with his left arm, toys with the safety.
<SteveM> *to Trent* "I'm going to head back about 500 yards. We're not going to 
stay here longer than 15 seconds."
<SteveM> "The idea is to wear them down. You got that?"
<SteveM> Ars: *snarf*
<Trent> "Yep... I've got an idea.
<Trent> +"
Vix smiles, and pulls the door open. He grabs a knife, sticks it into his 
holster, next to the pistol, and closes the door again. He turns away, then 
turns back to the cabinet, and checks to see if it locked again.
<SteveM> Ars: Is the dwagon with us?
<Arsenal> Steve: yes
<SteveM> *to Trent* "What is it?"
Issachar SITS IN THE aEROLON VILLAGE, CONTINUING TO SING WARSONGS IN fAERIE
Issachar <ooc> KILLS HIS CAPSLOCK
Anya <OOCly> kills Issac's typist. ;)
<Trent> "I can draw off some of the faster units to a remote location, you can 
smash 'em."
Ru`ach continues feeling mildly nervous.
Issachar turns the Nova Rifle on his typist. "die!"
<SteveM> *to Trent* "Good plan. Let's do it."
<SteveM> . o O (He picks this up fast, doesn't he?"
<Trent> "Right.  Pick a location."
<SteveM> s/"/)/
<Arsenal> <Ch`Dith> . o O (That he does.)
Issachar stops singing, looks for the Protector
<SteveM> "A thousand yards north of here."
<Arsenal> Issac: she's chirping commands to her troops.
SteveM heads to a spot 250 yds east of stated location.
<Trent> "Got it."
SteveM then brings the Plow up to Battloid.
Issachar waits until she's done giving her soldiers instructions
<Arsenal> Issac: she spots you. "Get undercover," she tells you.
Trent jams the throttle and speeds towards the nearest hostile... close to 200 
mph.
Anya idly hums the Overture of 1812 while she's waiting...
<Arsenal> Trent: That'd be a pair of SAMs 
<Issachar> <OOC> Ars: In American or Aerolon?
Vix sticks his head into the APC's cabin, checking if anybody's in there.
<Arsenal> Issac: American
<Trent> . o O (Here's hoping I don't get killed)
<Issachar> 'k
<Arsenal> Vix: Rick, Will, and Anya are.
<SteveM> *to Ch'Dith* "Wait until he pulls some away, and do a strafing pass 
over the main column from another direction."
Will is manning the rear railguns, wherever the controls for that are.  I would 
think it'd be back there, but maybe it's in the cabin.  Ars?
<Arsenal> <Ch`Dith> "Agreed."
<Will> Ah.
Trent pulls the throttle for the chainsaw and attempts to plow into a SAM, blade 
first.
<Arsenal> Will: all controls for the guns are in the cockpit
SteveM <OOCly> hears Anvil of Crom cue up... 
<Will> Gotcha.
<Vix> *to Assorted People-in-cabin* "Hi-yo! How goes the warmongering, fellow 
soldiers?"
Issachar goes to the APC
<Arsenal> main gunner operates the two main turrets, second gunner operates the 
point-defense lasers on the sides of the APC.
Will decides he doesn't like being called a "fellow soldier," but wouldn't tell 
Vix that.  "Fine.  Waiting."
Trent resists the urge to start bellowing war-cries appropiate for Khornate 
troops.
<Arsenal> Trent: roll for initiative
Anya quits humming, looks up.  "Hey, Vix."
<Arsenal> SAM rolls a 12.
<Will> Ummm... is the APC *in* by now?
<Trent> Rolling...  19+4
<Arsenal> Will: yeah.. I forgot to mention that Rick moved it into position.
<Arsenal> Trent: okay... roll to strike.
<Issachar> <OOC> Trent: "CROM!"? :)
<Trent> ...I'm trying for a slash and bolt, not a sustained fight.
<Arsenal> I know...
<Trent> Issa: Beats me.
Vix steps the rest of the way into the cabin, and nods to Anya in greeting. 
"Again, hi-yo." He looks around for a few seconds, then sits down on the floor, 
pulling the vibroblade out of his boot and toying with it, iddly.
Trent aims the chainsaw, making small adjustments to center on the chest.
<Trent> *BLINK* NAT 20!
<Vix> -,
<Arsenal> *whee*
<Issachar> *to Vix* "You preist?"
<Arsenal> SAM *failes* his dodge roll... roll for damage
<Vix> <OOC> <Generic Session Announcer> It's GOTTA BE THE SHOES!
Anya goes back to frowning at the controls, closes her eyes and rests her hand 
on her lap in a quick thought of meditation.
Vix nods to Issac. "Yes. Am priest. Why furry one ask if am priest?"
<SteveM> Trent: It's that Khornate yaga, I'm telling you. %)
<Trent> 23 is the roll... x2 for critical, x something for hitting at 200 mph or 
so.
<Arsenal> make it *3 overall
<Trent> <OOC> Blooood.  ;)
<Trent> 69 MDC total, then
<Issachar> *to Vix* "Pray to gods that war make hard pain on Colichon. I warn 
Faerie people be ready."
<Arsenal> 'k.
<Arsenal> the SAM takes damage to his chest... do you keep going?
<Trent> <OOC> That SAM probably wet himself.
Vix smiles vacantly. "Unfortunately, Eris not grant requests. Eris take request 
and twist into different request, then throw it at you when not looking."
<Anya> <OOC> Iss is in the APC?
<Arsenal> that he did.
<rob`> <OOC> *hee*
<Arsenal> Anya: yes
<Issachar> *to Vix* "You god strange person. Maybe demon?"
<Trent> Yep... letting the chainsaw travel behind me, I keep the throttle maxed 
and head towards the smash point.  ;)
<Vix> "No. Not god. Not demon. Goddess."
<Issachar> <OOC> And the ignorant savage starts a religious debate! :)
<Anya> <OOC> Okay, just clarifying.
<Arsenal> that SAM and another take on after you, railguns blazing!
<Vix> <OOC> heh. %)
<Trent> Still holding onto the chainsaw, mind ye.
<Trent> Ooooh shit.
Will listens to "Duelling Violins" cue up.  Oddly appropriate.
<Arsenal> one rolls a 9 to strike, the other rolls a 20...
<Will> <OOC>, of course.
<SteveM> Ars: Nat 20?
<Vix> <OOC> Railguns "blaze"? I thought they just went *chunkchunk* and filled 
you with spent uranium sluggen-goodness? ;)
<Arsenal> Nat20
<SteveM> %P
Trent tries to dodge, rolls a 7+8... takes a hit.
<Arsenal> they're firing wild... it's a lucky shot.
<Arsenal> bike takes 20 MDC damage
<Issachar> *to Vix* "You god woman? Woman god make bad pray to. I go talk to 
Faerie more."
<Trent> Vix: Normally steel, actually.  DU is a special Triax load.
<Ru`ach> Ars: can we see what's going on?
<Arsenal> ru: no... too far away
<Vix> <OOC> Trent: Oh, I see. 
<Ru`ach> ah ;)
Issachar heads out to his position on the line
Trent winces as his bike slews around from the blast.  *muttered* "Shit, shit, 
shit..."
<Arsenal> Trent: roll to maintain control of the bike
Vix shrugs at Issac as he leaves. "Suit yourself."
Trent rolls a 71... whew, passed still.
<Arsenal> <OOC> Vander'll have your head when he sees that bike, tho. :]
Anya turns things over in her head as she waits.
<Trent> <OOC> If something else doesn't by then.
Vix puts his "borrowed" vibroblade back into his boot, and glances at Anya. He 
gestures at the radar readout. "Anything good on?"
Will waits patiently, doublechecks to see that everything is on and as working 
as he knows how to check.
<Arsenal> Steve: about this time, you see Trent come up over the rise, with a 
pair of SAMs in hot pursuit.
<Arsenal> the SAMs fire again
Trent lets go of the chainsaw, letting it drop into its sling as he fights to 
get the bike going back towards Steve.
<Arsenal> *ew*
Trent tries to dodge again.
<Arsenal> 19 and 20, respectively
<Arsenal> (I am *not* fudging these... blame the dice)
SteveM takes aim.... . o O (Jesus!)
<Trent> Ooooh... FUCK.
<Trent> 4+8... schiesse.
<Arsenal> trent: still wanna try that dodge?
<Issachar> <OOC> Trent: Be sure to at least bring back a wheel to mount on the 
Barracks wall. :)
<Trent> Ars: Sure, it's free.
<Arsenal> 20 MDC for the one
<Arsenal> 40 MDC for the other...
<Trent> To the bike, or me?
<Arsenal> second to the bike, first to you.
SteveM OOCly handles Ars's dice so he gets the yaga
Anya blinks at it.
<Arsenal> roll for initiative
<Will> *to Vix* "I know how to read the radar, last I checked Anya didn't."
<Arsenal> SAM 1 gets 16
<Arsenal> SAM 2 gets 5
<SteveM> *to Ch'Dith* "NOW!"
Anya frowns, trying to figure it out...
SteveM gets an 11
Trent slews sideways again under the impacts, fights to keep upright.
<Arsenal> Ch`Dith comes in low, strafing the skelebots and SAMs with his 
firebreath.
Anya shakes her head.  "I really need to read the instruction manual to this 
crate."   *sighs*
Trent rolls a 17+4
Will rolls RSE, gets a 41, needed 40.  Can't read the radar display right now.
<Arsenal> Ch'Dith rolls a 1. :P
<Arsenal> okay... Trent: first action
<Trent> ... rolls a 93 for pilot: Motorcycle..  FUCK ME!
Vix bahs at Will. "Who cares?"
<Arsenal> Trent: okay, you wiped out...
<Arsenal> that costs you one action.
Trent probably goes flying at a high speed, digging a trench in the sand.
<SteveM> Have the SAMs seen me yet?
<Will> Ars: btw, gimme a yell when the SAMs, or anybody else CD, is in 
sight/range/whatever.
<Will> -CD +CS
<Arsenal> SAM #1 sees the VHT, eyes bug out.
<Arsenal> , fires at it.
Ru`ach sings softly and off key under her breath a song she heard once....
<Arsenal> 17 to strike
<SteveM> Parrying!
<Arsenal> roll
<SteveM> 5+10. Fuck me in the goat ass.
<Arsenal> oops
<Ru`ach> o/~ We fired our guns and the British kept a comin' / There wasn't 
quite so many as there was a while ago o/~
<Arsenal> VHT takes 20 damage to the main body
Issachar practices making the chirping sounds he heard the Protector speaking
<Arsenal> Steve: action?
<Issachar> Imitate Voice/ Sounds
SteveM snipes at SAM 2's wing.
<Arsenal> Issac: roll
Trent sighs.  At least I have 6 actions now.
<Arsenal> Steve: roll for strike
<Issachar> 99% failed
<SteveM> 10+6. I believe that hits the wing and he can't dodge it.
<Anya> ru: s/British/Coalition?
<SteveM> <OOC> Issachar is heard by an Aeralon to say "Busses here don't work. I 
am an asshole." %)
<Arsenal> that it does...
<Arsenal> Steve: heheh... 
<Ru`ach> Anya: This is Ru, not her player. ;)
<Issachar> <OOC> Steve: :)
<SteveM> 30 MDC
Anya smiles.  Just checkin'. ;)
<Arsenal> And he goes down, incapable to remain aloft
<SteveM> Ars: Does he wipe out?
<Arsenal> he loses this action as he lands, face-first, in the snow
<Arsenal> Ch`Dith uses his action to bank around for another pass.
<Issachar> <OOC> Don't eat the yellow snow. :)
<Arsenal> Trent: yer up, action #2
Trent pulls himself out of the trench he dug, draws his chainsaw with his right 
hand, his pistol with his left, and runs towards the downed SAM
<Arsenal> okay... it'll take one action to close the gap between you...
<Arsenal> SAM #1 fires at Steve again
<Trent> Can I fire this action or not?
<Trent> Not I'll assume.
<Issachar> <OOC> Trent: Save some of the weapons intact! Vander could use them 
:)
<Arsenal> Trent: you firing the pistol as you're running?
<Trent> Ars: Going to be.
<Arsenal> yes, you can do it this action.
<Arsenal> no bonuses, tho
Trent fires a shot at SAM 1 then, trying for a wing.
<Trent> 17
Ru`ach (just for the cheesiness as background music) hums California Girls.
<Arsenal> well, ya hit it... roll for damage
SteveM OOCly is groovin' to Head Like A Hole
Trent rolls 13
<Arsenal> okay, he takes damage to the wing...
Anya OOCly has Dylan -- Hard Rain's A'Gonna Fall.
<Arsenal> SAM #1 fires at Steve again
Trent has Powerman 5000 on now.
<Arsenal> rolls a 6
<Arsenal> Steve: parrying?
SteveM parries this...
Trent OOCly wonders where his bike ended up.
<SteveM> 7+10. Done stylishly.
<Arsenal> okay... 20 off the arm guards
<Arsenal> Trent: not far from where you landed
<Arsenal> Steve: action?
<SteveM> My turn. Sniping at the wing that Trent shot at
<Trent> Ah... later.
<Arsenal> okay.
<SteveM> 13+6.
<Arsenal> easy hit... damage?
<SteveM> 20 MDC
<Trent> *CRUMP*
<Arsenal> and one more goes down due to a damaged wing... lands near his partnet
<Arsenal> -t+r
<Arsenal> Sam #2 spends this action standing up.
<Arsenal> Ch`Dith strafes the skelebots again, toasting 2 of them.
<Arsenal> Trent: action #3
Trent winds up and aims a backhanded slash at SAM 2's neck
<Arsenal> strike?
<Ru`ach> brb
<Trent> 17+..9 I think.
<Arsenal> and damage?
<Trent> 27 MD
<Trent> Niiice random number generator.
<Arsenal> the chainsaw embeds itself in the seal.
<Trent> Err...  bad?
<Arsenal> Trent: not if you're trying to behead the dude...
<Arsenal> Sam #1 spends this action standing up...
<Arsenal> Steve?
<Trent> Oh, that was kinda the idea.  I thought that it got stuck or something.  
;)
SteveM takes another shot at #1, this time at that deal on his left arm.
<SteveM> (the mini-missile launcher)
<SteveM> 16+6
<rob`> "YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMSTER, AND YOUR FATHER SMELT OF ELDERBERRIES!"
<Trent> <OOC> These sams are probably starting to reek inside from urine.
<Arsenal> SAM is unable to parry or dodge...
<Arsenal> damage?
<SteveM> ooh... max damage! 40 MDC
<Arsenal> *ooh*  the thing is mostly damaged.
<Arsenal> 10 MDC left on it.
<SteveM> *nod*
<Will> <OOC> IF I was him, I'd run.
<Arsenal> Sam #2 attempts to backhand trent...
<Ru`ach> b
<SteveM> Will: <OOC> Who?
<Will> <OOC> The SAM.
<Arsenal> 16-3 to strike (hard to hit someone who's behind you.
<Arsenal> Trent: parry or dodge?
Trent tries to parry with his left arm
<Arsenal> roll for parry.... 13 or better
Anya is away [problems.../l:on]
<Trent> Roll... 7+8.
<Arsenal> okay... no damage.
<Arsenal> Ch`Dith teleports back to the village
Trent drops the pistol and uses his left arm to add more force to the chainsaw 
and try to force it out through the SAM's neck.
<Arsenal> (action #4)
<Trent> *early maybe, but still...*
<Arsenal> Trent: roll for damage (*2 for it already being there)
<Trent> Do I even need to roll to strike?
<Trent> 19x2... 38
<Arsenal> and the head rolls off the body.
<Arsenal> SAM 1 looks at this, and turns to run away
<Arsenal> Steve?
<Trent> =D
<SteveM> <OOC> First blood to the NSC!
SteveM decides to shoot at SAM 1's ammo drum as a fare-thee-well
<SteveM> 18+6
<Arsenal> *ooh*
<Arsenal> damage?
<Trent> <OOC> Aww, shoulda blown off his left arm.
<SteveM> 40 MDC. Railslugs are leaking.
<Arsenal> that they are...
<Arsenal> action #5?
<Arsenal> SAM1 is out of actions
Trent picks up his pistol, fires a wild shot at the SAM
<Arsenal> strike?
<Trent> 13
<Arsenal> damage?
<Trent> 23
Anya OOCly frets. 
<Will> kats: ?
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<Will> Oi Kasia!
<SteveM> Kasia-chan
<Trent> Ay, Kasia
Ru`ach sets mode: +o Kasia 
<SteveM> +!
<Issachar> Hey Kasia
<Vix> fnordkas
<Anya> Will: Nasty fires in Redding, heading right for Anderson...where I'm 
from, where my parents still live.
<Arsenal> okay, you hit him in the engines.
SteveM fades back into the forest. There, he reconfigures to Transport. 
"Lieutenant, we are LEAVING!"
<Trent> ... wait, thought he couldn't fly as it is.
<Issachar> <OOC> Anya: Bugger. Hope they're OK
<SteveM> Trent: he can hop
<Arsenal> Trent: he can't.  he's running
<Trent> Oh yeah.  Duuuh.
<Arsenal> and his engines are to you.
<Trent> "Fine.  Where's my bike?"
<Arsenal> Trent: right where it landed, on it's side, and still running.
Trent tries to find where his bike landed after holstering his pistol.
<Arsenal> Trent: you find it no problem... 
<SteveM> . o O (There's two SAMs that'll be out of the Horde's line.
<SteveM> +)
Trent runs over to the bike, sets it upright, gets on, and speeds off into the 
forest after Steve.
<Kasia> brb - gonna reboot.
<Arsenal> the air behind you is filled with laser fire, but aimed at where the 
CS troops are.
<Arsenal> the laser fire continues for 15 seconds, then stops.
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dreamed I had burning hands / Reaching for beautiful visions / And everything 
was shimmering... o/~)
Trent inwardly grins at the nice red coating splattered on his armor... nothing 
like a little death to pick up your spirits.
<SteveM> *radioed* "Back to the village! There's too many of them!"
<Arsenal> Steve: you make good time getting back to the village.
<Trent> "Heading there anyway... Sir."
SteveM slides by Issac and Ru. *loudhailed* "Be ready!"
<Arsenal> Rick leaves the cockpit of the APC, and mans one of the hatch guns
SteveM makes a show of tapping his right ear twice for Trent's benefit.
Issachar brings the Nova Rifle to his shoulder, hopes it fires like his hunting 
rifle
Anya takes a few deep breaths, *gulps*, turns to her panel.
Trent nods.
Will likewise turns to his.
Vix glances about, and walks out of the cabin.
<Arsenal> the first thing you see as the line approaches is the towering mech.
Ru`ach concentrates.
<Arsenal> then you see the 10 SAMS flying around it.
Trent suddenly has the urge to kill stuff in H2H
<Will> Anya, I take it, is manning the 2 laser turrets on the facing side, and I 
the rail and top turret?
SteveM shifts to Battloid and takes cover behind a tree.
Vix opens the top hatch a crack, and peeks out.
<Arsenal> Will: *nod*
<Will> Right then.
<Trent> <OOC> *SIGH*  Haveta boogie in 20.  =P
<Issachar> *to Ru* "When Skull Heads fall in pit, you magic boom eggs boom?"
<Arsenal> at long last you see the dozen skelebots, and one walking SAM.
Will turns the rail gun and the laser turret on the "towering mech."  Is it in 
range?
<Vix> Ars: Can I see/hear anything of the approaching skullmonkies from the APC?
<SteveM> Will: Anya has access to all four of those turrets.
<Ru`ach> "Yeah. Shhh."
<Arsenal> without warning, the SAM and skelebots fall into the pit.
Trent idly hopes Reed is going to be putting that rifle to good use as a sniper.
Vix closes and secures the hatch again.
Issachar dumps the grenades in on them
<Arsenal> Two of the railguns Reed set up open fire on the SAMs.
<Vix> <OOC> Boom eggs! %)
<SteveM> Inish?
<Will> Once the "towering mech" is visible and in range, Will lets loose with 
both his turrets.
<Arsenal> Okay... roll initiative.
Anya rests her fingers on the panel, says a short prayer to whatever gods may be 
listening, and starts manuevering guns into firing positions.
<Issachar> 14
<Arsenal> Reed grabs 12
<SteveM> 14
<Trent> 19+4
<Anya> 19
<Arsenal> hellfire rolls a 5
<Vix> Ow.
<Will> 2.
<Will> Ow-er.
<Arsenal> Rick gets a 7
Ru`ach looks for her dice...
<Vix> <OOC> Haw haw. ;)
<Ru`ach> 19!
<Ru`ach> (+1 )
<Arsenal> Okay... Ru and Anya, reroll.
<Arsenal> never mind.
<Anya> Okay.
<Arsenal> Steve and Issac reroll
<SteveM> 17
<Issachar> 19
<Arsenal> okay...
<Arsenal> SAMs in general roll a 16
<Arsenal> based on what happened, the skelebots are in no shape to continue
Anya <OOCly> listens to "In My Time of Dyin'" cue.
<Arsenal> Combat will go Trent, Ru, Aeralons, Anya, SAMAS, Issac, Steve, Reed, 
Rick, Hellfire, Will
<SteveM> o/~ It's a showdown, in the no-man's-land / For the cowboy (cowboy!) of 
the modern day.. o/~
Trent hmms... skids the bike to a stop and jetpacks up into the treetops.
<Arsenal> Okay. that's one action
<Arsenal> Ru?
Ru`ach sets off the grenades.
<Arsenal> and the pit explodes in a wall of plasma... you can hear the screams 
of the one SAMAS.
<SteveM> Yow. :)
<Arsenal> 30 plasma grenades will do that. %]
<Trent> <OOC> Ya know, that reminds me of something....
Ru`ach gapes. . o O (Wow.)
Issachar makes a gesture hoping the SAMAS pilot a safe journey to the Underworld
Will flinches.  . o O (Ow.  Dear God.)
<Arsenal> the Aeralons manning the railguns open fire, taking down a pair of 
SAMAS by clipping their wings.
Trent smiles at the sudden glare
<Arsenal> Anya?
Vix hears an explosion, winces. . o ( Goddess, receive this dirty rat bastard 
into the arms of.. oh, screw it. Burn the motherfucker. )
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Anya smiles, attempts a shot at the Hellfire.
<Arsenal> roll for strike
<SteveM> Vix: LOL
<Anya> 17
<Trent> <OOC> I like that.
<Arsenal> okay... damage is 4D6 MDC
<Will> <OOC> And Eris hears the request and grants in typical fashion.  He 
burns, but as an Angel of the Flaming Sword.  :^)
<Anya> 19.
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Can you mess with that big robot driver's mind?"
<Vix> <OOC> Naww. Skullboys are minions of The Establishment. They burn anyway. 
Now they just get firecrackers up their nostrils every four days.
<Arsenal> <Kasia> "What do you take me for, an amateur?" She says this sweetly
<Arsenal> one of the SAMS buzzes the APC, firing wildly.
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Just see to it."
<Arsenal> and gets clotheslined by a line trap.
<Arsenal> *and* he failed his strike roll, to boot.
<Arsenal> Issac?
Trent suddenly ponders mono-wire line traps
<Anya> <OOC> Oops!  There goes Malik! ... good riddance. %)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Issachar> <OOC> Anya: :)
<Arsenal> Issac?
Arsenal *baps* UL...
Issachar fires a Nova shot at the "towering mech"
<Arsenal> okay...
<Issachar> ???
<Arsenal> Issac: never mind...
<Arsenal> roll to strike
Anya <OOCly> sings o/~ It's Christmas at Ground Zero... o/~
<Issachar> Using Sniper skill
<Arsenal> *nod*
<Issachar> 11+8
<Arsenal> well, it can't dodge... roll for damage
<Issachar> 30MDC
<Arsenal> 'k...
<Arsenal> Steve?
SteveM clips a SAM's wing
<Arsenal> strike?
<SteveM> 16+6
<Arsenal> damage?
<SteveM> 10 MDC. THAT WAS POOR>
<Arsenal> that it was...
Trent sighs, hasta go now.  =P  Slash some stuff apart with Trent for me, 
willya?
<Issachar> Later Trent
<SteveM> nites KJ
<Arsenal> Trent: 'k... cyas
<Arsenal> 6 attacks, rioght?
<SteveM> 7
<Trent> Yeppers.  Only 65 MD left on my armor.
<SteveM> oh yeah, he used an action getting up there
<Trent> 6 total.
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<SteveM> Reed's up?
<Arsenal> Okay... Reed takes aim with DasUberGun, fires at one of the Hellfire's 
rotary railguns
<Arsenal> 13+1 to strike...
<Arsenal> hold on while I look for the damage of the gun
<Arsenal> got it.
<Arsenal> 80 total...
<Arsenal> that almost ruins the left railgun
<Arsenal> Rick fires at a passing SAM
<Arsenal> 14
<Arsenal> SAM attempts a dodge
<Arsenal> 7... he's hit
<Arsenal> 7 damage...
<Will> <OOC> Rick fires with what, by the way?
<Arsenal> hatch laser gun.
<Will> 'k.
<Arsenal> he's up top, manning it.
<Arsenal> Hellfire fires it's railguns at random Aeralons.
<Arsenal> Will?
<Vix> Up top? The gun's on the outside of the apc?
<Arsenal> vix: yeah.
<Arsenal> 3 hatch guns on the top of the APC...
Will lets loose with both the rail and the laser turrets at the Hellfire.
<Arsenal> Will: roll for strike.
<Will> 1 strike roll or 2?
<Arsenal> ...
<Arsenal> 2
<Arsenal> one for each weapon
<Vix> <OOC> Wow, what a great place for a gun. Is there at least a shield of 
some sort? ;)
<Arsenal> Vix: nope
<Will> 8 and... ew... 1.
<Arsenal> okay... railgun hit... roll for strike again on the laser
<Anya> ew, crit failure.
<Will> Again? 14.
<Arsenal> okay...
<Arsenal> you missed the hellfire and hit a SAM with the laser
<Arsenal> damage for railgun is 1D6x10
<Arsenal> damage for laser is 6D6
<Arsenal> MDC for both
<Will> Ick.  10 for railgun, 29 for lasers.
<Arsenal> okay, a SAM goes down...
Will is apparently a *lousy* shot.  needs training.  ;^)
<Arsenal> Kasia attempts to mindbolt the driver...
<Arsenal> rolls a 19 to strike. *whee*
<Arsenal> and the poor sucker *miserably* failed his saving throw
Vix paces about the main APC room, fretting.
<Arsenal> guy dies of a brain hemmorage... Hellfire sits there, but still firing 
it's railguns
<Ru`ach> So... SAMs are down?
<Arsenal> action #2... Trent does his usual diving at the thing with his 
chainsaw bit, aiming for the railgun Reed hit.
<Arsenal> 9+7 to strike...
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<Arsenal> anyone know what kind of damage that chainsaw does?
<Issachar> Nope
<Arsenal> lemme get JU out
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<Arsenal> 5D6MDC
<Will> 40 is max damage, he rolled a 19... I'd say 5d8, maybe?
<Arsenal> 'lo Shad
<Will> Ah.
<Shadur> <OOC> FSCK.
<Vix> fnordshad
Shadur is now known as Ch`Dith
Ru`ach sets mode: +o Ch`Dith 
<Anya> moo.
<SteveM> oi Shad
<Will> Moo at last, couch.
<Arsenal> 14 damage... that's one railgun out of commission.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Alarm didn't go off. NO idea why.
<Arsenal> Ru?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Situation? 
<Ru`ach> Ars: so, SAMs are down?
<Vix> <OOC> Ch: D'oh.
<Arsenal> Ru: not all of them.
Ru`ach grabs the gun from Issac and sends a shot flying in the general 
direction... of a SAMs head.
<Arsenal> Ru: roll for strike. :)
<Ru`ach> Nat20!
<Arsenal> *whoo*
<Arsenal> SAM fails his dodge...
<Arsenal> what'd I say damage was?
<Ru`ach> What's the damage on the gun?
<Issachar> *at Ru* :Wolfen: "HEY! Get your own gun!"
<Arsenal> here it is... 1D4x10
<Ru`ach> 30
<Arsenal> *whee* another one crashes into the ground.
<Arsenal> and the Aeralons finish him off.
Ru`ach gapes and drops the gun.
<Ru`ach> "I... did that?"
Ru`ach <OOC> goes. bbiaw, maybe.
Ru`ach is now known as Ru_OOC
Issachar grabs the Nova Rifle back from Ru
Vix opens the top hatch partially, and gets out the laser pistol.
<Arsenal> Vix: you see a laser gun there.
<Arsenal> Anya?
<Arsenal> s/gun/rifle/
Anya attempts to take out a SAMAS.
<Arsenal> Anya: roll for strike
Vix hrmms, and puts the pistol away, opting for the larger popgun.
<Anya> 19
<Arsenal> anya: roll for damage: 2D6
<Anya> 9
<Arsenal> okay, that SAM takes damage, but doesn't go down.
<Arsenal> that SAM comes in for a strafing run on the APC...
<Arsenal> 20...
<Will> <OOC> Vix? Duck.  :^)
<Arsenal> doesw 20 MDC to the APC... 
<Arsenal> Issachar?
<Issachar> <OOC> Vander's not gonna like what you guys are doing to the APC's 
paint job :)
Vix aiies, and nearly falls back down the hatch as the SAM flies by.
<Arsenal> nope.
Issachar fires a Nova shot at the SAMAS strafing the APC
<Arsenal> Iss: roll to strike
<Issachar> 18+8 :)
<Arsenal> damage?
<Issachar> 10MDC >:/
<Arsenal> well, this Sam goes down anyways...
<Arsenal> he was already heavily damaged.
<Arsenal> Steve?
<SteveM> How many SAMs are still airborne? Operational?
<Arsenal> 6 SAMs airborne
<Vix> <OOC> Blah. I'm getting tossed off. 'Nite all.
<Arsenal> 3 of those are damaged at at least halfway/
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<Arsenal> -at
SteveM decides he's going to clip another SAM's wing...
<SteveM> 14+6
<Arsenal> Steve: damage?
<SteveM> 30 MDC
<Arsenal> again, that sam's walking.
<Arsenal> Reed takes aim with das Ubergun of Trent's fires at the SAM Steve 
downed.
<Arsenal> 14+1
<Anya> brb
Anya is away [Taking over the world...one country at a time/l:on]
<Arsenal> damage to SAM... 60... his head's splattered.
<Will> <OOC> Heh.  Cued up: theme from "New Dominion Tank Police."
<Arsenal> Ch:?
<Issachar> Will: Heh. That an MP3?
Ch`Dith swoops on one of the SAMs strafing the Aeralons into grapple mode.
<Will> <OOC> Iss: Nope.
<Arsenal> Ch: strike?
<Ch`Dith> 2 
<Ch`Dith> ack.
<Arsenal> *ew* 
<Arsenal> you fly right by him...
<Ch`Dith> 2+2, that is.
<Issachar> <OOC> Will: 'k
<Arsenal> result stays the same.
<Ch`Dith> *nod*
<SteveM> o/~ Apocalypse now, walls of flame / Billowing smoke, who's to blame? / 
Forged from steel, iron will / Shit for brains, born to kill ... o/~
<Arsenal> Rick is firing at other SAMs
<Arsenal> downs two in a wild spray
<SteveM> Three SAMs remain airborne...
<Arsenal> The bottom hatch of the Hellfire pops open, and two bodies drop out of 
it.  One runs, the other just lays there.
<Arsenal> read: the gunner panicked...
<Arsenal> Will?
Will fires at two separate airborne SAMAS.
<Arsenal> roll both strikes.
<Will> 3 and 10.  Grr.
<Arsenal> well, the one sam is untouched... the blast hits the Hellfire.
<Arsenal> roll for damage to the Hellfire (railgun) and SAM (laser)
<Will> 60 w/railgun to Hellfire.  19 w/lasers to SAMAS.
<Arsenal> SAMAS goes down
<Will> And that's my actions for the melee.
<Will> Unless these can fire more rapidly... I'm not sure.
<Arsenal> Kasia mindbolts a SAMAS
<Arsenal> Will: nope
<Will> 'k.
<Arsenal> she rolls an 18 to strike.
<Anya> b
<Arsenal> SAM fails his saving throw.
<Arsenal> that sam dies of a brain hemorrage as well, and crashes into a tree
<Arsenal> how many was that? 2 or 3 actions
<Anya> Dva.
<Anya> Two.
<SteveM> Ars: dos
<Arsenal> 'k
<Will> Deux.
<Anya> <OOC> The channel that happily tells you the number of attacks in five 
different languages! %)
<Issachar> <OOC> I only get 2 attacks/melee
<Arsenal> Trent looks at the retreating gunner, aims with his pistol and fires.
<Arsenal> 13...
<Arsenal> guy doesn't bother to dodge.
<Arsenal> 15 damage... scratches the armor
<Arsenal> Ru? Still OOC... skip over her.
<Arsenal> Two of the Aeralons get the second-to-last SAM in a crossfire... 
railgun fire rips the SAM to shreds
Anya <OOCly> blasts the 1812 overture!
<Arsenal> last SAMAS is half-damaged.
<Arsenal> Anya?
<Anya> We're gonna take on that SAMAS.
<Arsenal> Okay.. roll to strike
Anya rolls...20!  Woohoo!.
<Arsenal> *WOOHOO!*
<Arsenal> Damage?
<Arsenal> *2 for a critical hit
<Anya> Four or two?
<Arsenal> 2D6x2
<Anya> 24.
<SteveM> Who's turn is it now?
<Arsenal> Issac? Any more actions?
<Issachar> Dunno. Not mine
<Issachar> Ars: Nope
<Arsenal> Okay... Steve
<Arsenal> (sam has 101 MDC left)
SteveM takes aim at this SOB's head.
<SteveM> 13+6
<SteveM> 30 MDC
<Arsenal> dodge roll failed...
<Arsenal> okay... head is now at half damage as well...
Ru_OOC is now known as Ru`ach
<Arsenal> 're Ru
<Issachar> <OOC> Run away! Run away!
<Arsenal> Reed takes aim at the SOB's head as well...
<Arsenal> 19+1 :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> No, Ru back. Ru back.
<Arsenal> damage:
<Ru`ach> What'd I miss?
<Arsenal> let's just say that Reed's picked up the Bloody Mess trait... this guy 
doesn't have a head anymore, and his body lands in a tree.
<Issachar> Ru: We're down to 1 SAM
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> zero SAM's now unless I missed count. Was that it? 
<SteveM> Make that nil.
<Arsenal> last SAM's down, and the Hellfire gunner is in retreat
<SteveM> "As a great man once said, I love it when a plan comes together."
<Arsenal> I'd guess you all breathe a sigh of relieve.
Anya leaps up from her seat and hugs Will.  "We got 'em!"
Ch`Dith wheels around for another pass, sees the last active threat go ouf of 
action and makes a full circle of the battlefield, looking for injured
<Arsenal> Ch: quite a few Aeralons are dead, with about half the population 
injured in one form or another.
Will puts an arm around Anya.  "Yeah."  . o O (The worst part about it is, *we* 
got them.)
<Issachar> . o O (That was too easy. Rraal said the Skull Heads were a powerful 
enemy.)
Ch`Dith lands next to the field hospital or whatever's there and uses Healing 
touch until his nose starts bleeding or all the injured are healed. Whichever 
comes first.
Anya frowns at that.  "Yeah, I'm sorry."
<Will> <OOC> "We", btw, meaning, "Holy shit, we just killed people."  Will 
didn't like that part much.
<Arsenal> <OOC> Pacifist... you knew that killing was part of the job when you 
signed on.
<Arsenal> :)
<Will> <OOC> YEah, I know.
<Issachar> <OOC> You knew the job was dangerous when you took it, Fred
<Issachar> :)
Ch`Dith . o O (*to Will* Had we not destroyed them, they would have slaughtered 
this village. I rather have the blood of murderers on my claws than that of 
innocent who died because I did nothing.)
<Will> "Sorry?  Nothing to be sorry about... I mean, I was just still ready to 
fight, I guess."
Ru`ach just stays there, looking damn confused
<Will> Ch`D: I wasn't broadcasting.  Would you still have heard?
SteveM converts the Plow back to Transport.
<Anya> "Well, it's over, either way."
Issachar returns the Nova Rifle to Steve. *troubled* "Too easy. They die like 
squirrels. More come later, maybe?"
<Ch`Dith> prolly not.
<Arsenal> Ch: you are asked to help the ones closest to death first... the minor 
wounds the native healers can patch.
<Will> <OC> And, also, that will be the approximate chain of thought I'll use to 
resolve my internal conflict later.
<SteveM> *to Issac* "Unfortunately, I'd have to say that would be a certainty. 
But one thing IS certain. The Deadboys won't be so cocksure the next time they 
get ordered to raze a village out here."
<Ch`Dith> Ars: I wasn't planning otherwise.
<Anya> "Shall we go outside, and see if we can be of any help?"
<Arsenal> Reed hands Trent back his gun.  "Like I told you, not a scratch on 
'er."
<Issachar> *to Steve* "I go track. Find Colishon camp."
SteveM signals Rick to move the APC out of the defilade.
<Will> *to Anya*  "For now.  The Coalition will come back.  You think we should 
try to convince them to change the location of the community?"
<Arsenal> Rick catches the motion, fires up the APC, moves it back into the 
middle of the village.
Ch`Dith shapeshifts into an Aeralon-like form so as not to startle those who can 
ill afford even the slightest excitement right now... except that his wings are 
black.
<SteveM> In one of those ironies in which history is replete, Steve Mitchell was 
thinking the same thing as Will and Anya.
<SteveM> *to Issac* "No, thank you. There's no need to do that."
<Anya> "I don't know if it'll do any good to be honest."
SteveM stashes the NovaRifle back in the APC.
Issachar nods and sees what he can do about the wounded
<Arsenal> Iss: for all who would be tending to wounded, gimme a first 
aid/holistic/paramedic roll.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Vix also knows Healing Touch, doesn't he? 
Will actually half-smiles.  "It always does good to be honest.  Come on."  He 
stands, realizes he's still holding on to Anya, and is now much closer.
Anya smiles at Will.  "Perhaps, perhaps."
<Issachar> First Aid: 47%, passed
SteveM rolls a 50 on his FA check
<Will> Ars: When I head out of the APC, I think that *would* be my first notion, 
treating the wounded.  Paramedic roll: 2%, needed 50% pass.
<Arsenal> as you do the standard post-battle mop-up, you notice the Protector 
carrying a body... Aenthraecite's.  She's openly weeping.
<Will> I figure that's what I would do after the last part of the current convo 
with Anya, i.e., by now.
<Arsenal> Will: n/p
<Anya> Ars: I'll prolly be helping.  40%, needed 60%.
Issachar looks away from the Protector, starts a song of passage for dead 
warriors in Faerie Speak
<SteveM> "My God..."
<Arsenal> Vix is also tending to the wounded, in what little way he can.
<Arsenal> (read: giving them marijuana funes to breathe) :)
<Arsenal> "Relaxant," he says
Anya is back [Take cover!/gone: 34m17s]
<Arsenal> the Protector is placing Aenthraecite's body on what looks to be a 
funeral pyre.
<Ru`ach> . o O (*confsionfearhorrorshock*)
<SteveM> *to the Protector after a while* "If there's anything I can do..."
Anya helps clean up things, tending to the injured, thinking.
Issachar joins Steve and the Protector at the pyre
<Will> "The smoke of the burning rose high to heaven, and was seen by many 
watchful eyes."
<Arsenal> "I don't know if there is anything you can do," she mentions.  "He was 
my father.  With his passing, I am the leader of our clan."
Anya comes near where Ru is.  "You okay?"
<Will> When Will finishes what he can with the wounded, goes to the Protector.
<SteveM> "Then may I make a suggestion?"
<Ru`ach> "I.... I killed a man. That pilot. And all those people in the pit. I 
killed all of them."
Anya nods. 
<Arsenal> "Right now, I am open to all suggestions."
Anya thinks for a second, trying to think of the appropriate words.
<Arsenal> *whispered* "I have to detox."
<Ru`ach> "I never... I mean..."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ow. That's gonna smart.
<Issachar> *to Protector* "Spirits passing brings pain for season, but makes 
stronger if remembered for best in life. Remember best in he life, you be strong 
leader."
<SteveM> "Probably the best thing you can do right now is to move your 
settlement further to the east. Because we both know the Coalition will return 
to this area, and the next time they might torch the forest or shell the village 
with heavy artillery or an airstrike.
<SteveM> +"
<Anya> "It's never an easy thing, to kill."
<Arsenal> She nods solemnly.  "He wouldn't want us to flee, but we cannot fight 
them for long, and live.  If you hadn't been here, we would have been killed."  
She turns to face Steve. "Thank you."
<Anya> "But if we hadn't...the Coalition would have killed the Aeralons...it's 
hard to justify, isn't it?"  *sighs*
<SteveM> "Anytime. It was the least we could do."
<Arsenal> "You can do one more thing."
<SteveM> "Name it."
<Arsenal> "My sister, Aengaela, is to become the new Protector after I detox. 
Take her with you, and train her."
Issachar looks at Steve, questions in his eyes
<SteveM> "It will be done."
Issachar decides to ask later, heads back over to the pit
Ch`Dith , after tending to all the Aeralon injured, scans the wreckage and 
bodies for surviving CS soldiers and heals them as well (assuming I have any 
power left at this point)
<Arsenal> She motions for a teenage Aeralon to come closer.  This one has short 
brown hair and brown speckled wings.
<Arsenal> Ch: you wouldn't.  and no CS soldiers have lived.
Anya tries to remember the words in that one book she read...
<SteveM> . o O (Now how are we going to engineer a Cyclone to fit a person with 
wings?)
<Ch`Dith> Okay. In that case, Ch`Dith is going to do one of his rare exhausted 
slumps once he's bled his entire PPE and ISP reservoir dry trying to heal every 
injured Aeralon there was.
<Issachar> <OOC> Let nder worry about that :)
<Arsenal> heheh
<Issachar> +Va
Ru`ach <OOC> hasta go RSN.
<Arsenal> (now I have to roll up Aengaela) :)
<Issachar> Later Ru
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Hey, you're doing it to yerself
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> cya Ship
<Arsenal> I know.
Anya concentrates, watches the words flood in as if she'd just set the book 
down.  "To everything there is a season, and a time and purpose under the 
heaven..."
<SteveM> <OOC> Great. Another mouth to feed. ;)
<Issachar> <OOC> Gonna hafta get the other two barracks patched up :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> And a time to every purpose under heaven.
<Arsenal> Anyways, let's pick it up next session with you guys pulling into 
Queenston, 'k?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Like vander isn't doing that anyways to have something to do? 
<Issachar> Ecclesiastes 10
Will had one more thing to say...
Will speaks very quietly to the Protector.  "Ma'am.  As long as you're moving 
the community.  For the farther future, may I suggest... The western portion of 
this continent is mostly free of the Coalition.  It's sparsely populated; if you 
can manage the exodus, you shouldn't have many people bothering you.
<Arsenal> perhaps a few CS railguns and lots of ammo richer?
<Anya> "a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to 
pluck what is planted.  A time to kill, And a time to heal..."
<Ch`Dith> Nah. Winged are going to need all the weapons we can strip off the 
wreckage.
Anya <OOCly> nods.  One of my favorite parts.
Ch`Dith just knows the song.
<Ch`Dith> +<OOC> 
<Arsenal> She nods. "Unfortunately, our scouts have reported that this 
'Coalition' would be in our way if we were to head that way."
<Issachar> Ch'D: The song got it from the Bible :)
Issachar wanders back over to Steve
<SteveM> "Now do we take that thing--" *he points to the Hellfire* "with us?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Van: I know
<Arsenal> Trent looks at the thing. "Know anyone who can drive it?"{
<Will> "Well, south or North... ahk.  I must go."  He leaves, embarrassed.
<SteveM> "My vote is we smash any transceivers that might be hidden in the thing 
and sell the location of it."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Hmm.... If they wait a day or two with the exodus, we could help 
them run the blockade into neutral/free territories.
<Issachar> *to Steve* "Know west. Can track good for many days."
<Arsenal> "I'll get on it. Rick, you can help me identify what needs smashing."
Anya bows her head as she recites the whole passage from memory.  "...A time to 
keep silence, And a time to speak; A time to love, And a time to hate;  A time 
of war, And a time of peace."  She raises her head, where one can see a couple 
tears. As a postscript, she adds "Have mercy on them and on us, Amen."
<Arsenal> the Protector and Aengaela both mutter "Amen", as the Protector lights 
the pyre.
Ru`ach heads out :P
<SteveM> *to Issac* "Good." *to the Pro--err, leader* "The decision on which way 
to travel is ultimately in your hands."
<Arsenal> ru: we're winding up here anyways.
<SteveM> nites Ru-chan
<Ru`ach> Tata!
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<Arsenal> She nods.  "We'll head southeast, for now."
<Will> Even in the midst of the battle's aftermath and his own problems, Will 
wonders where the Aeralons learned about the Biblical Christian assent.
Will heads to the APC to do some thinking, as usual.  Okay, I guess that's the 
night.
<Issachar> *to leader* "Know pass through hills Skull Heads not go to. Take you 
there, clear tracking to great sea in west."
<Arsenal> <OOC> Will: for the record, they didn't.  they just picked up on the 
implicit meaning of the word, as a respect to a deity, and used it.
<SteveM> <OOC> "Isn't everything a little weird? We all know the answer. Man, 
machine, reality... what holds it all together is we're all NUTS!  And that is 
the ultimate truth. And maybe that's all we need."
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Issachar> <OOC> "I'm not a nut. I'm a bolt."
<Arsenal> well, I guess we'll call it a night here, and pick up about 5 hours 
later as you pull into Queenston.
<SteveM> ok...
<Ch`Dith> okieday
<Issachar> Roit
Issachar is now known as Vander
<Vander> Later
Ch`Dith starts messing with ~/wakeup. this is NOT happening to me again.
SteveM is now known as J-Rock
Anya is now known as katster
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Arsenal ponders... should Aengaela even *have* an OCC, being untrained in 
anything at the moment?
<Ch`Dith> Dunno. 
<Ch`Dith> Wilderness scout?
<Will> She should have a fair smattering of skills, including those specifically 
designed to prepare her for Protectorship, at the very least.
<Ch`Dith> couple languages, at least some basic combat training...
Arsenal hrrms... she's only 15, skill selection hasn't been fleshed out yet.
<Ch`Dith> ah. 
<Will> More than a Vagabond, less than a soldier O.C.C.
<Arsenal> Will: *nod*
rob` mumbles incoherently.
<Ch`Dith> two languages and REALLY basic combat training then.
<Arsenal> two languages being Aeralon at 75% and American at ...
<Arsenal> well, whatever the base is for whatever OCC she goes into, -5%
<Ch`Dith> say 50% ?
<Arsenal> Ch: prolly
<Will> If it really sucks, I'm diligently trying to load the Rosetta Stone into 
my Language Translator.
<Arsenal> heheh...
<Arsenal> the Rosetta Stone would be the written language, not the spoken one.
<Ch`Dith> She can help with the pronunciation. 
<Arsenal> true.
<Arsenal> well, I got all week to figure her out.
<Arsenal> maybe more...
Will decides he has a Student[tm].
<Will> Hoo yeah.  She'll get training in OCC skill all right.
Arsenal starts her with the Vagabond OCC, with no bonuses.
<Will> American, and anything else I can teach that she has an interest in.
<Arsenal> Will: *nod*
<J-Rock> It's going to be schizophrenic, to say the least. %(
<J-Rock> err, %)
<Arsenal> Trent and Vander might have a student as well, in their particula 
fields.
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<Arsenal> +r
<Ch`Dith> Point. 
<Ch`Dith> And I better flesh out that HTH: Airborne skill
<Will> Math.  Flute.  RSE, Comp Op, Comp Prog., medicinal... Awww yeah.  You've 
made me happy.  I think we'll start with pronunciation exchange for each other's 
benefit.
<J-Rock> depends on how many get a hand in her training.
<Arsenal> *nod* Aeralons are quite well suited to H2H: Airborne
<Ch`Dith> m-hmm. 
<Ch`Dith> JR: All of us. We just adopted her, more or less
<Arsenal> Well, Will and Anya will prolly jump at the chance to teach someone.
<J-Rock> yeah
katster nods.
<Will> JR: Of course.  It's just that there are 2 particular people here who are 
teachers by trade.
<Arsenal> ch: if you flesh it out enough, I'll prolly place it as the H2H of 
choice for the RCC
Arsenal figures it ranks between Basic and Expert
<Will> Ars: If I finish H2H: Dirty, can I replace my H2H: Basic with it?
<Will> I've never really used it.
<Arsenal> Will: *chuckle*
<Arsenal> sure
<Will> Basic, that is.
<Ch`Dith> *nod*
<Will> Well, it's 2:30 here.  I'm off to bed.
Arsenal *sighs* too many people in that melee..
<Arsenal> Cya, Will.
<Will> 'Nite, all.
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hunting me.)
Ch`Dith finds the bug in ~/wakeup... if the mp3 that mpg123 selects doesn't 
exist, mpg123 exits silently instead of skipping to the next song.
<Ch`Dith> Oops.
Ch`Dith hrmms... swoop/snatch attack could be used to rescue an ally out of a 
tight spot.
<Arsenal> *nod*
Ch`Dith has the Rifts Conversions book, btw... Remember what I said about adult 
dragons?
<Ch`Dith> Adult GH also have ALL psi powers including super. 
<Ch`Dith> skills: Basic/adv. math, literacy:Dragonese, Spanish, Four other 
languages of choice, speaks six additional language, demon lore... all at 98%.
<Ch`Dith> Faerie lore: 90%
Arsenal needs to pick up that book
<Ch`Dith> four additional skiills from comm,domestic, electrical, pilot, rogue, 
sci, tech, wilderness, weapon proficiency, EACH.
<Ch`Dith> and three pilot-related skills.
<Ch`Dith> All at level 1d6+8, plus IQ, plus 10%.
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<Arsenal> *aiee*
<Ch`Dith> Horror/awe factor: 18
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<katster> munch.
<Ch`Dith> katya: as Will said, we're talking about a 1000+-year old member of 
what's arguably the most powerful race that is not technically immortal.
Arsenal ponders an adult shadow-dragon.
<Ch`Dith> Ars: I'm already pondering it.
<Arsenal> I still have to figure out my UberMunchGame character...
<Ch`Dith> Shadow dragon's mine
<Arsenal> nothing I come up with is munchy enough.
<Arsenal> MunchTech is one thing... MunchCharacter is another.
<Arsenal> especially UberMunchChars. :P
<katster> Cosmoknight. 
<Arsenal> Unless I put this Power Ranger OCC I cooked up to good use...
<Arsenal> I still have to figure out the MDC of the armor, the stats of the 
Thundercycle, and basic tips for the custom Mechs/Zords/
<Ch`Dith> Don't power rangers have an almost CS-like kneejerk reaction to 
anything that's huge and not human-looking? 
<Arsenal> Ch: only if you subscribe to the Saban translation.
<Arsenal> I dropped the cheez-factor in my OCC...
<Ch`Dith> "Oh look! It's an evil monster!" *stance, stance, stance* "We will 
destroy you *stance* *stance*
<Ch`Dith> etc, etc
<Ch`Dith> and the kind of combat wit even Rambo would be ashamed of
<Arsenal> Ch: this is how I started the description
<Arsenal> Believed to be part of a larger multidimensional organization, the 
warriors known as the Power Rangers appeared a only a few years ago in Rifts 
Earth.  Since their appearance, there have been reports of them fighting petty 
tyrants, Splurgoth, demons, Gargoyles, vampires, and the Coalition. 
<Arsenal> Despite rumors to the contrary (spurred by a pre-Rifts entertainment 
series of the same name), training to be a Power Ranger is a life-long 
commitment, often starting at a young age. All Rangers are trained at an other-
dimensional fortress, the exact whereabouts is known only to them. 
<Arsenal> All Power Rangers are taught at least one form of martial arts (many 
are found in the Ninjas and Superspies RPG, or in Rifts Japan), and given 
intensive physical and mental training.  Nearly 25% of all Rangers are master 
psionics, the remaining number are major psionics.  Rangers who are master 
psionics are able to form the psi-sword at Level ONE, while expending only HALF 
the necessary I.S.P.!
<Ch`Dith> So that's what happened to SDF-3
<Arsenal> heh.
<Arsenal> nah... the SDF-3 ended up in the exact same place the Invid race did 
after the last episode of Robotech. (at least according to Robotech novel #20, 
"End of the Circle")
<Arsenal> my Power Rangers are able to call upon animal spirits for aid, but 
don't have to use "power coins" or "morphers", nor do they have to shout out 
their animal spirits' names.
Ch`Dith ponders an adult Shadow Dragon in more or less a permanent disguise of a 
freelance Titan pilot.
<Arsenal> (read: they aren't the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers, they're just 
Power Rangers)
<Arsenal> Ch: hrrm...
J-Rock watches Hugh Hefner sing "Thank Heaven For Little Girls" %)
<Arsenal> hehe
<Arsenal> how apropo
<Ch`Dith> I mean, the "old codger" thang is SO overdone that even the CS has a 
standing order to have any harmless-looking old geezer sniffed thoroughly by two 
Dog Packs and a dozen Stalkers.
<Ch`Dith> OTOH, a middle-age veteran mech pilot...
<Arsenal> true
<J-Rock> Ars: It's an old ep of SNL. With the original Not Ready For Prime Time 
Players.
<Arsenal> cool
J-Rock leaves...
<Arsenal> cya
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