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<Arsenal> oops
You are now known as Reed
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<Reed> Aris: going split personality again tonight?
<Ru`ach> JR: btw... email? Ru leveled. (finally)
<JRdaGM> slider@ktc.com
<Ch`Dith> Ru`ach: Woo!
Aris_TGD is now known as Chadrick
Vix changes topic to "There Is No Spoon."
<Reed> neat.
<Ru`ach> 'k.
<JRdaGM> And Shad, no, I don't have XP yet
<Robinson> Can I assume I leveled up and add the bits?
<Robinson> (I'm 50 XP off leveling.)
<JRdaGM> Will: yes.
<Vix> Danger, Will Robinson!
<Vix> %D
<Vix> bwahahahahahaha.
<Reed> JR: XP listing?
<Robinson> Heh.
<Robinson> Reed: Look up.
<Reed> never mind, wasn't paying attention. :P
JRdaGM @obelisks Vix into the front yard of the Houstown Sea Organization office 
for that one.
<JRdaGM> I was current up to the sesh on 11/13
<Vix> JR: ow.
Trent hmms... well, where were we?
<JRdaGM> we'd just got the commission, plus an incentive to recover the artifact 
by tonight.
Ru`ach was in town. You were at the base, no?
<Vix> o/~ My hands are full of protein, my arms of made of fire, if you're 
calling me a diplomat, then I'll be calling you a liar! o/~
<Robinson> Preparing to head for the Dallas ruins at the behest of our customer.
<Trent> Ru: Ja.
Trent nods... thankye.
<JRdaGM> Everybody but Ru was at the base
Ru`ach was actually hichhiking back to the base, but you didn't know that. (how 
far is it, anyway? Too far when drunk)
<Ru`ach> ;)
<Reed> IIRC, Vander was also in the squad heading for the ruins...
<Chadrick> Ru: You were hitching? I was gonna come get you, honeybunch. ;)
<JRdaGM> Well, he will be, as soon as UL hies his hither onto the channel.
<Ru`ach> Chad: Your'e an idiot and a jerk. How about we save ourselves the toild 
and troubles of a relationship? It's OVER!!!
<Ru`ach> ;)
<Robinson> If Rick's incapacitated for the night, I just chose Pilot Tanks and 
APC for one of my skills, and Weapons Systems for the other... I could drive.
<Reed> *chuckle*
<Vix> heeeee.
Trent chuckles
<JRdaGM> I'll assume Rick can drive.
<Reed> Will: I believe we had agreed on a low-profile excursion into dallas... 
no APC.
<Ru`ach> Ru can drive!
<Reed> Rick will have prolly taken a hovercycle
<Robinson> Reed: Oh.  Okay.
<Reed> and, IIRC, Will had flipped Anya for the Jeep...
<JRdaGM> Very well, then Rick's sticking around.
Ru`ach frowns. Stills needs weapon skills if she's gonna kill Rick... ;)
JRdaGM listens to the sound of what could be rain on his roof.
Robinson remembers now... good, that brings me up to speed.  Thanks.
<Reed> n/p
Vix gets an image of Vix driving N`Mor's semi, blaring psychedelic music, and 
running people over. %)_
Reed eyes Reed's insanities... Popeye Syndrome: Twinkies, and Phobia: 
Scientists. %)
<Vix> *WHUMP* "Ten points!"
<Reed> *chuckle*
<JRdaGM> we gonna wait for UL or we just gonna start now?
<Reed> start now... UL can catch up
<JRdaGM> *LOL*
<Ru`ach> Start now. I have little enough time as it is.
<Trent> I agree with 'em.
<Ch`Dith> <animal> Start now! Start now! 
<JRdaGM> --- Starting Game: "This one's easy. All you have to do is go thirty 
miles." ---
Reed revs his hovercycle, primes the missiles and forward laser rifle while 
doing so.
Robinson collects the equipment with which he'd be the most use, i.e. paramedic 
kit and various sensors/analyzers.  What do we have available on base?
<JRdaGM> And when we last left our heroes, they were heading to the Dallas 
ruins.
<Reed> Will: umm... not much.
Ch`Dith is airborne and waiting on the group to get going
Trent hmms. Dohyeahs. Gets his kit toghther, 'cept with his light armor, seeing 
as how his manhunter armor is in kinda sad shape.
<Vix> <OOC> Wait.. are we all going in seperate vehicles, or carpooling?
<Reed> whatever you, Vander, and Anya have in the way of sensors, it looks.
Ru`ach hitchhikes...
<Reed> Vix: separate vehicles, it looks...
<JRdaGM> Steve is definitely going in the Plow.
<Robinson> <OOC> Hmm... okay, we'll assume nothing major.  Vix: I got room for a 
couple more in the Jeep.
<Robinson> <OOC> And who all's staying behind?
<Reed> Aengie is...
<Reed> Anya is, too, IIRC.
<JRdaGM> Chad, Aengie, Rick, Anya, Jalil...
<Robinson> <OOC> Okay, thanks.
<Vix> <OOC> Actually.... hrmm... where are the hovercycles stored? :D
<Vix> <OOC> Time for Full Throttle Vix, again. ;)
<Reed> Vix: I'd assume the motor pool.
<Vix> <OOC> ...oh. That's right. ;)
Trent fills up his bike and generally gets ready to leave.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> GM: Am I getting any closer to the base, btw?
Vix wanders over to the motorpool, looks around for a decent not-under-repair 
hovercycle.
Vix spins his staff in one hand, iddly.
<JRdaGM> Vix: You find one.
Ru`ach <OOC> pictures the car taking Ru going in circles.... ;)
<Reed> <OOC> "good old Southern Cross low-rider hovercycles" :)
Trent finally gets everything together, gets on his bike and fires it up.
Vix hops onto the cycle, and puts on his shades. He gets a joint of of his 
pocket, lights it up, sticks it in his teeth, then starts the cycle and takes it 
out in front of the motorpool, or wherever everyone's gathering.
Robinson settles in, ready to go.
<Trent> *radioed* "Ready when you are, boss."
<Vix> Hrmm. Are there radios on the cycles? 
<Reed> Vix: yes.
<Vix> oh, that's good. ;)
<JRdaGM> *radioed* "Anyone know where Ru is?"
<JRdaGM> (Steve doth doeth that)
<Trent> "Town."
<JRdaGM> <SteveM> *radioed* "Will she get back in time?"
<Robinson> . o O (If she survived.)
<Trent> "Depends on if she's heading back here."
<Ch`Dith> *radioed* "We can pick her up on the way."
<Vix> *radioed* "Okay, I'm giving everyone 3/1 odds that she's schlogged out of 
her mind, 2/1 that she's passed out somewhere, 1/2 against that she's dead. Get 
your bets in while you can."
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<UpLink> Baa
<JRdaGM> oi UL
Reed starts humming a tune.  Those who know it recognize it as the theme song 
for "Cannonball Run"
UpLink is now known as Vander
<Reed> 'lo shorty
Trent *GLARES* at Vix. "Shut. Up."
<Trent> Ay, runt.  *WHAM*
<Vander> We start yet, or did I miss Stuff[tm]?
<Vander> Ow
<Reed> Van: we're starting...
<Ch`Dith> Just the hobbit stomping. 
<Ch`Dith> *MALLET* 
<Trent> Just about to leave.
<JRdaGM> <Steve> "Then get her mission-type things and stow them in the Jeep."
<Robinson> <OOC> We're starting off and looking for Ru.
<Vix> "Get yourself out of St. Denial, Texas, and look in front of you, man."
Vix spins his staff some more, and leans back in the hovercycle.
Trent resists the urge to see how well his pistol would work on Vix.
<JRdaGM> <Steve> "All right, that's enough!"
Vix sighs. "Okay, sorry."
Vander hangs out on the Hog, in full mission gear
Trent makes a mental note to have Vander patch up his heavy armor sooner or 
later.
<JRdaGM> <Steve> "This everybody? Let's get going!"
<Vander> "Oi, Steve! Dibs on anything I can steal off that prototype!"
Reed moves out in front of the convoy.
Trent guns the throttle, stays close to Reed.
Vander joins Reed and Trent
Vix guns the engine, and follows after Reed and Trent.
Ch`Dith stays slightly behind Reed, altitude about 300 feet
<Vix> <OOC> Hehehe. It's the NSC Motorcycle Gang. %)
<JRdaGM> Steve moves out behind the rest.
Robinson caravans on in.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Vix: Eep! %)
<Vander> <OOC> Mitchell's Angels! :)
<Vix> <OOC> Heeeee!
<Ru`ach> <OOC> *MALLET*
<Reed> <OOC> *wince* *Rubber-Chicken-O-Pain!*
<Vander> <OOC> Hellriders?
<Reed> <OOC> that works.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Van: We're NSC. Deal with it. ;)
Vix looks over at the other cycles, and snickers, then throws his fist up in the 
air. "Ride on, ma bruthas!"
<JRdaGM> Steve barely manages to keep from channeling Ruri Hoshino
Reaperman <ooc> pictures Vix in the classic German skullcap and spike with 
goggles. Hehehe.
<Vix> <OOC> *snicker*
<Vander> <OOC> Reaperman: Thanx a lot! Now I'm gonna hafta dfraw that
<Vander> -f
<JRdaGM> Hey Ru... call odd or even?
<Ru`ach> er.... even
<Vander> <OOC> Odd. Very odd
<Ru`ach> <OOC> *MALLET*
Ru`ach <OOC> is sick, silly, and running out of time. Ignore me. ;)
<JRdaGM> We find Ru squeezed into an old Yugo, being driven by a very 
disreputable fellow who answers to "Baldrick".
<Vix> <OOC> Chadrick's evil brother? Who has hairloss problems?
<Reed> <OOC> *shudder*
<Trent> <OOC> *chuckle*
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Well, with my taste in men lately (No offense, Trent)... %)
<Vander> BRB Foodgetting
<Chadrick> <OOC> Hey! I was abandoned at birth! I don't have an evil brother! 
... that I know of. ;)
<Reed> *chuckle*
<JRdaGM> Ru notices that this is the second time they've driven past that 
twisted oak tree.
<Vander> re
<Ru`ach> Notices what? That he's bald? ;)
<JRdaGM> No, you recognize that you're driving in circles.
<Ru`ach> Oh, that.
<Vix> You know, this guy isn't a very good rapist. ;)
<Vix> +<OOC>
<Vander> <OOC> *glances at Trent* Lucky for him
Ru`ach frowns. *to Driver* "Er... are you sure we're going the right way?"
<Trent> <OOC> Yes.
<Reed> GM: Do Trent and I see the Yugo, by any chance?
<JRdaGM> <Baldrick> "I'm pretty sure. That tree tells us we're at least going 
the right way."
Ru`ach <OOC> pulls up Ru's list of combat bonuses.
<JRdaGM> Reed: Not yet.
<Ru`ach> "Well, you see, I'm not so sure. We seem to have.. well.. passed that 
tree already." *passby* "Twice."
<Ru`ach> s/twice/three times/
<JRdaGM> "Oh. I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
<Vix> <OOC> "Oh, that, yeah.. there's a problem with the steering column." ;)
<Vander> <OOC> His real name is Algore! He's lost again! :)
<Robinson> <OOC> "After all, you are paying me by the mile."
Vix shouts over to Vander. "Yo, shortstuff!"
<Vander> *radioes to Vix* "Yeah?"
<JRdaGM> "Never been out this far before.. that tree certainly looks lovely, 
doesn't it?"
<Vix> "I was wondering... I've got this idea for a weapon..."
Ru`ach puts a hand on the wheel and twists it the right way forcefully.
<Ru`ach> "No!"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> * The tree takes this moment to fall over dead.
<Vander> *to Vix* "If it involves a bungie cord and a pair of rabbits, forget 
it."
<Ru`ach> No... actually, scratch that...
<Robinson> <OOC> Kinda late to scratch it.
<JRdaGM> The Yugo swerves over the road, and ends up nose first into a 
sagebrush.
Trent idly tries not to think of things, concentrates on the feeling of little 
bits of gravel hitting him in the arms.
Reed is simply enjoying the ride.
Vander glances at Trent, is glad he's got a full armored canopy on his Hog
<Ru`ach> "Leave the stupid tree! I have somewhere to get tonight!"
<Vander> <OOC> She's headed for the Tavern of the Gods! :)
Vix hrmms. "No.. but that's a good idea... actually, it involves three blades 
being radially positioned around a wrist-brace type mechanism. The blades are 
about thirteen inches long, and go forward from the wrist at an outwards angle, 
then slode back in, about three inches between blades at their tips."
<JRdaGM> "Well, if you don't like the way I drive..."
<Ru`ach> "Just drive!"
<Vix> *to Vander* "I call it the Sturm Kamel."
<JRdaGM> Ru: Baldrick shifts it into reverse, but the wheels spin and don't go 
anywhere.
<Vander> *to Vix* "I could probably work that. Lemme think about it."
<Ru`ach> "Now what?"
<Vander> *to Vix* Why a Storm Camel?
<Vander> "
<Vix> "..."
<JRdaGM> "We're stuck."
<JRdaGM> <OOC> It's a Yugo. Go figure.
<Reed> *radioed to the Runt* "While you're at it, Runt, is there a way to 
upgrade my sword into a vibro-weapon?"
<Vix> "You see.. there was this pink elephant that told me the idea.. I think 
the last dealer gave me some laced mary jay"
<Vander> <OOC> Apologies if I'm a bit nuts tonight. Still recovering from 
playing Ping last night
Vix <OOC>ly hits Vander for Ping, incidentally. ;)
Ru`ach opens the door and gets out. Slams it out behind her. Walks. On her way, 
gives the tree an Energy Bolt.
<Vander> *to Reed* "Why not just buy one?"
<Ru`ach> -out
<Reed> *to Vander* "I'm kinda attached to this one. It's been in the family for 
a while."
<Ru`ach> tbw... what damage does it do? (I seem to have misplaced my mainbook)
<Ru`ach> ...and my typing skills.
<Vander> *to Reed* "I'll see what I can do with it when we get back to base."
<Robinson> <OOC> MDC.  The tree is toast.
<Reed> 4D6 SDC
<JRdaGM> The tree catches fire.
<Robinson> <OOC> Woops.  Wrong bolt.
<Reed> 6D6 on a line, and 8D6 at a nexus
<JRdaGM> Ch'D: You see a small plume of smoke.
Ch`Dith looks, blinks, veers away from the convoy to check it out.
<Reed> *radioed* "Where ya going, dragon?"
<Robinson> *radioed* "Where ya headed, dragon?"
<Ch`Dith> *radioed* "Checking something out. Call it a 'hunch' "
<JRdaGM> Baldrick gets out of the Yugo. "What did you do that for?"
Ru`ach *stompstompstomps* away.
Chadrick is on a 'borrowed' hovercycle and heading down the road, looking for Ru
<JRdaGM> Ch'D: About this time, you see a girl walking away from a burning small 
car in a huff.
<JRdaGM> A very familiar girl.
<Reed> <OOC> with dragon-senses, he'd recognize her in an instant
Ch`Dith . o O (*To Ru* Well met. We were just looking for you.)
<JRdaGM> In fact, it's Ru.
<Ru`ach> . o O (Well, you found me. Need anything in particular?)
<Vander> <OOC> Yes. You left a sandwich on my front seat
Ch`Dith . o O (We are heading out on a mission. Care to accompany us? )
Ch`Dith blinks at Ru's response. 
Ch`Dith . o O (... Are you well? )
<Ru`ach> . o O (Fighting for glory and cash? Sher, I'm in.)
Ch`Dith . o O (Excellent. Hold still....)
Ch`Dith pulls in his wings and dives.
<Trent> <OOC> Showoff.
Ru`ach had a feeling he'll do that.
<Vander> <OOC> *rabbitsnatch* :)
Vix makes the Horned Hand gesture, and headbangs to some unheard music. He's 
also humming what, to anyone who knows the song, would sound like "Highway Star"
<Reaperman> <ooc> hope you have a neckbrace handy. ;)
<JRdaGM> Vix: about how fast is your hovercyc going?
Ch`Dith swoops and snags Ru on the way back up, nearly barreling over a bald man 
coming up behind her
<Vix> JR: hrmm. dunno. How fast is the convoy going?
Reed is doing about 75
<JRdaGM> he's not bald...
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> oops. 
<JRdaGM> 75 mph, Vix.
<Vix> Okey. Oh, I should roll for Pilot, then?
<Reed> (good road speed for everyone)
Chadrick pulls up in time to see Ru get snatched up by the dragon... sighs, 
kicks the bike, turns around and heads back for the base.
Ru`ach laughs. "That was fun. Let's do it again!"
Ch`Dith heads back to the convoy.
<JRdaGM> Vix: Yes.
Ch`Dith grins
<Vix> *rollroll* 12. Pass.
Trent sees Ch`Dith be coming back. *radioed* "What was that about?"
<Vix> Dammit, now I've wasted my One Good Roll, and everything else tonight'll 
suck. I just know it. ;)
<Vander> *to Trent* "Looks like he was diving at something."
<Ch`Dith> "*Radioed* Picking up a passenger."
<Robinson> "He's got..." *squint*  "cargo."
Reed takes a look in his binoculars. "He has Ru."
Vix resists the urge to ask if she's drunk, dead, or passed out.
Ch`Dith heads for the nearest open-top vehicle. The jeep, as it happens.
Vix stops headbanging, and grumbles about Things.
Trent clicks up the magnification in his helmet to see for himself. "Oh."
<JRdaGM> On your way to the ruins, you see a plume of dark smoke. Ch'D 
recognizes the smoke, having seen it before.
<Vander> *radioed to Ch'D* "Who'd you scorch this time?"
Reed takes a peek at the smoke via binoculars
Ch`Dith matches course with the jeep and carefully lowers Ru into the seat.
Robinson holds his speed *very* steady.
<Vander> <OOC> "Passenger, Will Robinson! Passenger! Passenger!"
<Vander> :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *MALLET* 
<Robinson> Figure that deserves a Pilot: Auto roll, for once...
Ru`ach adds a few things to her "Remind me" list. Including "Remind me to slep 
Chad later" and "Remind me never to hitchhike."
<JRdaGM> <OOC> @obelisk.
Reed <OOC> *skewers* Vander
<Ru`ach> -e+a
<Trent> *muttered* "Don't know if this is bad or good."  *mental shrug*
<Robinson> Wish I hadn't been noble about that.
<Robinson> 82 failed...
<Ru`ach> <OOC> eeeep!
<Chadrick> <OOC> Whyfor you want to inflict slappage unto Chad? Besides the 
obvious. ;)
<Reed> I think da dwagon needs to roll for PP, then.
Ch`Dith isn't going to drop Ru into a madly swerving car... 
<JRdaGM> yes
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Chad: Because we both know he'll be a jerk afterwards?
<Ch`Dith> *WHEW* 10 needed 10.
Robinson slows to a stop, after a sudden bump nearly gives him a heart attack 
while trying the passenger trick.
Ru`ach winces and eeps.
Ch`Dith NEARLY drops Ru in front of the jeep, manages not to let go at the last 
possible moment
<JRdaGM> Somehow you manage to make the exchange, despite the swerving car.
Vix looks over... . o ( Please don't drop her on my bike. Please please please. 
PLEASE. )
<Vander> *radioed to Ch'D* "Remind me to fix you up with something in smart 
bombs, dropship."
Reed missed the exchange, being focussed on the smoke.
<Vix> <OOC> DropShip. heheheheheheh.
<Reed> JR: anything out of the ordinary in my binoculars?
Trent OOCly twitches.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Vix: *@MALLET*
<JRdaGM> Reed: Nothing else but the smoke, which is getting thicker as you 
travel towards it.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *MALLET* 
Reed drops the binocs.
Ch`Dith . o O (*to Ru* I need some more practice dropping people again, I think. 
IF you still feel like repeating the exercise sometime...)
<Reed> *radioed* "Unless I miss my guess, that smoke's our target."
Robinson goes over what he might know of Dallas and such...
<Trent> "Good.  Let's get this over with."
Vander ponders the goodies he can strip off the prototype
Trent punches the throttle, pulling away from the rest of the convoy.
Vander his the throttle, trying to stay with Trent
<Vander> +t
Vix does likewise.
Reed stays back to cover the Jeep
<Robinson> Anthropology 37% pass, Lore: Demon 3% pass... GM, do I know anything 
particular about what Dallas used to be like, and whether any particular 
Demons/Monsters are known to haunt the area?
Trent pulls his chainsaw out from behind him with his left arm, clicks off the 
safety.
Ru`ach eyes Will. "Are you gonna stay here all day, or are you gonna step on 
it?"
<Robinson> <OOC> I assumed I kept speed with the rest of the convoy as sson as 
you were in.
<JRdaGM> Will: As far as you know, Dallas used to be a big city, one of the 
biggest in the old American Empire. As for the demons/monsters, they're known to 
be in this area.
<Trent> <OOC> It gets kinda hard when most of the people on bikes are taking off 
like lunatics.  ;)
<Robinson> <OOC> Well, best speed I can safely drive.
<Vander> *radioed to Trent* "Wait up, lumberjack!"
<Vix> <OOC> Most of the people on bikes ARE lunatics. ;)
<Ru`ach> brb
<JRdaGM> As you get closer to the city limits, those with Sense Evil can feel an 
undercurrent of evil, which only grows in intensity the further in you travel.
<Trent> <OOC> What does that have to do with anything?
<Vander> JR: What about those with 6th Sense?
<Ch`Dith> "  *radioed* To coin a phrase, I have a bad feeling about this."
<JRdaGM> it doesn't go off
<Trent> "Good."
Ch`Dith concentrates, trying to pin down the source
<Kasia> *radioed* "Replace 'coin' with 'overuse,' Dragon."
<Ch`Dith> "No. Bad. Very bad."
<Ch`Dith> "I stand corrected."
Reed releases the safety on his laser rifle.
Vander makes sure all his weaps are at the ready
<Trent> "Exactly."
Vander checks the Hog's RADAR
<JRdaGM> Steve rechecks the seal on the Plow's canopy.
Ru`ach pays the obligatory 2PPE. Eyes Will. "Ummm... maybe we should slow down 
after all."
Robinson obliges, is looking around interestedly for scroungeable Pre-Rifts 
artifacts that might not have been stolen or mutilated yet.
<JRdaGM> Ch'D: It's too widespread and too strong to pin down.
Trent clicks through various optic modes, trying to spot anything dangerous 
looking.
Vix keeps his autopistol under his robe, but makes a mental note as to where his 
ammo is.
Reed takes time to look around using his See the Invisible power.
<JRdaGM> Trent: you do see a cat glom onto a rat, only to be mauled by some 
wierd-looking dog-thing.
<JRdaGM> Reed: You don't see anything invisible.
<Trent> <OOC> Err... odd.  What kind of dog thing?
<Vix> <OOC> Well.... duh. ;)
<Trent> -OOC
<JRdaGM> you estimate the smoke pillar's about four miles away by now.
<Reed> (that includes ghosts, entities, energy beings, etc)
<Vander> JR: Anything on my RADAR?
<JRdaGM> Trent: it looks like a mutant dog, with spines growing out of it's 
back. It's totally interested in the cat.
<Trent> Oh.  Nothing major, then.
<JRdaGM> Reed: You see a few wisps of spectral energy here and there. They don't 
seem interested in you... yet.
<Trent> <OOC> I *REALLY* hope that's not what I'm thinking.
<Vander> <OOC> A targ?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> As your player mutters that, the dog looks up, sees you, and 
grows to a hundred metres. It hisses and growls as it approaches.
<JRdaGM> Vander: You don't see anything unusual on radar. So far.
<Reaperman> <ooc> targh? :9
Reed takes a look around, making sure not to linger on the spooks he's seeing. 
"I knew it, this place *is* haunted."
<Vander> *radioed to Trent* "Oi, suggest we drop back to the others. This place 
gives me the willies."
<Trent> "Feel free.  I can take care of myself."
Vander mutters stays with Trent
<Robinson> *to Reed* "By the best estimates, there were over 10 million people 
here before the Rifts killed most of them.  Haunted would be practically a 
given."
Trent does slow down to a slightly more sane pace... need to try to spot an 
ambush, or nearest mystical equiv.
Ch`Dith stays low and with the group, DEFINITELY ill at ease
<Reed> "Ten million? Damn, that's as many as the entire Coalition."
Ru`ach fidgets in her seat.
<Reed> "I hope that not all of them are ghosts now."
Vix follows fairly close to Trent, not having much weaponry, and betting on 
safety in numbers.
<Reed> *radioed to Trent* "How's that smoke stack look now?"
<JRdaGM> As you round a corner in the road, the pillar of smoke reveals itself 
to be a wrecked VTOL of some kind. Two engines like an ancient propeller plane, 
tilted up like a helicopter. The rear of the fuselage is pockmarked with various 
bullet-type holes.
<Reed> <OOC> V-22 Osprey?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> How did the Enclave get here? 
Robinson instantly looks around for motion, or anything with guns to make 
bullet-type holes.
<Trent> "I can see the wreck... it seens fairly intact."
<JRdaGM> <OOC> Thanks for spotting the ref. ;)
<Reaperman> <OOC> OCC: Enclave Trooper? ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Too easy, GM. you're getting old. 
<Reed> "They'
<Trent> "Looks like ballistic weaponry."
<Reed> "They've found the wreck. Let's go."
Reed assumes those of us who lagged behind pull up a few minutes later, roit?
<JRdaGM> The sliding side door is open, with several pools of blood around it. 
One of the engines was sheared off and crashed into a nearby building, causing 
the smoke plume you saw.
Trent stops the bike near the wreck.
Ch`Dith circles the wreck twice before landing gingerly on top of it.
<JRdaGM> Reed: *nod*
Reed whistles appreciatively as the wreck comes into play.
<Trent> "I'm going to check inside."
Vander pulls up next to the wreck, gives it a good looking over. "What I 
wouldn't give to be able to get this thing back to base!"
Vix pulls up alongside Trent, and stares blankly. "SHIT."
<JRdaGM> Ch'D: The wreck teeters for a bit, but ultimately holds.
<Vander> *to Trent* "Oi! Wait fer me!"
<JRdaGM> <Steve> "Hang on, I'm coming in with ya."
Ch`Dith shifts to human form, then clambers inside with Trent
Robinson notices the blood, gets out the medkit in case anyone's still alive.
Trent shifts the chainsaw to his right hand and starts the chain going as he 
walks through the door.
Kasia follows Steve. </given>
Vix hops off, and follows Trent.
Vander pulls the laser rifle and Ion Gun off the Hog and follows Trent, trust 
shotgun in its back holster
Vix pulls out his pistol, and looks from side to side.
<Ch`Dith> "*to steve* Some should wait outside, just in case whoever caused the 
crash returns."
<JRdaGM> there's boxes and wires all over the fuselage in a glorious disarray.
<Vander> +y
Reed keeps his laser rifle at the ready as he dismounts his cycle.
<Vix> *to Vander* "Shit, man, this is some fucking fucked up weird-assed shit."
Ru`ach hops out of the Jeep. Follows 'em in.
Robinson eyes his rifle, decides there's enough firepower in the group already.  
Follows everyone else.
<JRdaGM> <Steve> *to Ch'Dith* "Not like much will mess with a dragon."
<Reed> "Not exactly Coalition SOP."
<Vander> *to Vix* "Maybe to an ignorant sod. This is a treasure trove!"
<Robinson> . o O (Damn.  Maybe not.)  Goes back to grab it and return.
Trent mainly checks to see that there's nothing that could be counted as hostile 
in the wreck before he walks back out.
<Robinson> *to Trent* "Anybody alive in there?"
<Vix> *to Vander* "Dammit, it's fucked up. Did you see the number of bullet 
holes in this fucker?"
<JRdaGM> Ok, who all is in the vertibird wreck right now?
Vander looks around inside the vehicle for anything he can 
salvage/copy/modify/etc
Reed is outside.
Ch`Dith looks for signs of what happened to the pilot(s)
<Vix> I'm inside, with Vander.
Trent was, at least long enough to check for signs of life.
<JRdaGM> Vander: there isn't much.
Ch`Dith is.
<Kasia> I'm standing next to Steve.
Robinson is outside, talking to Trent as he steps out, but ready to go in.
<Reed> "I don't like this.  Too messy for a Coalition job."
<JRdaGM> Ch'D: As you poke your head in, a murmur draws your attention.
Vander keps looking around the interior
Ch`Dith freezes, listens carefully. 
<Reed> "I suspect bandits."
<JRdaGM> Trent: The box Ms. Johnson spoke of is NOT in the wreck.
Trent pokes around for life. Or, failing that, bodies.
Ch`Dith stalks toward the source of the murmur.
<Reed> <OOC> JR: I don't think Trent knew about the box..
Robinson eyes the pool of blood.  Something had to make them.  Any obvious(to a 
non-skilled) tracks?  Trail of blood, etc.?
<Vix> *to Vander* "Hey, you wouldn't happen to have anything else on you more 
powerful than my pistol?"
<Trent> <OOC> Yeah, I never got told about that, IIRC.
<Vix> "That you're not using, anyway..."
<JRdaGM> Trent: You find Ch'D looking at a redheaded woman in armor, pinned 
inside her seat, with blood trickling from a head wound.
Reaperman is now known as Evelyn
Reed looks around, rolls on tracking.
<Vix> Eeeeeeevilyn.
<Vander> *to Vix* (looking from his laser rifle to the Ion Gun, laser rifle, ion 
gun) "Here." *hands Vix the laser rifle
<Vander> *
<Reed> 81... failed
Ch`Dith crouches next to the woman, places his fingertips on her forehead. 
<Trent> "Damn.  Recent."
<JRdaGM> Will, Reed: Roll Tracking if you have it?
<Trent> "Is she alive?"
<Robinson> I don't.  Was looking for anything obvious.
Vix puts his pistol away.
Evelyn murmurs again, drifting on waves of unconsciousness.
<Ch`Dith> "*while applying Healing Touch* Try not to move. Can you tell us what 
happened here?" 
Vander goes to see what Ch'd's looking at. "Ew."
<JRdaGM> Reed: you find tracks, but they've faded before you can conclusively 
determine where they lead.
<Ch`Dith> "*to Trent* Yes."
Vix comes in after Vander, and blinks. "Messy. Need help, old one?"
<Reed> hrrm...
Reed checks those tracks again...
<Vander> JR: Anything on Read Object?
<Reed> 95... *ow*
Ch`Dith heals 5 SDC or 5 HP
<Trent> *radioed* "Steve, we've got a survivor."
<Vander> Object = the vehicle
<JRdaGM> Will, Vander: Like I told Trent, the box is nowhere to be found.
Trent walks outside the bird.
<JRdaGM> Van: You have Read Object?
<Vander> JR: *nod*
Evelyn 's slowly flutter open, eventually focusing on the man-dragon. "Nnngn?"
<JRdaGM> <Steve> *radioed* "Can you get the survivor out?"
<Robinson> "Survivor?  Where?"  *heads in while waiting for response*
<Reed> "Dammit."
<JRdaGM> Van: What are you looking to take?
<Ch`Dith> "Your injuries are not severe. Try to focus. Can you recall what 
happened?" 
Reed concentrates on those tracks s'more...
<Trent> "Ask Ch`Dith.  I'm going to get a better position so we don't get 
attacked by whatever did this."
<Reed> 72... I'm rolling shitty tonight. :P
<Vander> JR: Right now, just reading the bird itself
<JRdaGM> Reed: Still nothing
<Trent> There any decently tall building sitting around?
<Vander> Looking for history stuff
<Reed> *radioed* "Trent, I found some tracks that I can't figure out. I think 
maybe you can."
<Ch`Dith> "*Radioed* One survivor, injured but not too badly. I will get her out 
once she is healed."
Vix looks around, and keeps the rifle ready.
<JRdaGM> Van: Impressions or images?
<Vander> JR: *nod*
Ch`Dith applies another dose of healing touch... +7 SDC
<Trent> "Rog."  He walks over to where Reed is.
<JRdaGM> roll for each, Vander
Reed points out the tracks to Trent.
<Vander> Percentile or d20?
<Reed> Van: percentile
<JRdaGM> Van: Wot's your level?
<Vander> L3
<Vix> <OOC> *idle* BRB.
<Evelyn> GM: hrmm, how pinned am I?
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Trent studies the tracks for a few seconds. "Yeah, those are tracks."
<Vander> Impressions: 22 Images: 13
<Vix> <OOC> back.
<Trent> <OOC> I don't have tracking.  ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *snicker* 
<JRdaGM> Eve: You're pinned, sufficiently so that you can't get out on your own 
power.
<Reed> <OOC> Oh.
Reed *woohoos* rolls a 24 for tracking, finally...
rob` boogies.. none of the printers exploded while he was gone. %)
<Trent> <OOC> Streetwise might work, though.  *shrug*
<Reed> needed 40
<JRdaGM> Reed: the tracks lead deeper into the city, east by southeast. Three 
humanoids.
Evelyn slowly regains her mental faculties, focusing on the man healing her. 
"I... who the fuck are you?" He instinctively goes for her sidearm, but she's 
too entrapped for any movement.
Trent follows silently along with Reed."
<Reed> *radioed to Steve* "There were three of them that left tracks.  the 
druggie and I are following the tracks."
<Trent> -"
<Ch`Dith> "My name is Ch'Dith. Charmed, I'm sure."
<Vander> JR: Anything on Read Object?
Vix points his rifle at Evelyn, warily.
Robinson is glad to see the woman's, err... healed.  "Don't shoot the customers, 
Vix."
<JRdaGM> I'm msging you the Read Object.
<Robinson> "Can we get her out of there?"
Vander gets the  feeling whoever was in this bird didn't trust much of anyone.
Reed follows the tracks...
<Ch`Dith> "*radioed* Affirmative. Give me a few seconds."
Ch`Dith studies the wreckage pinning the unknown woman. 
Vix grins at Robinson from behind his glasses. "Yeah, sure. You want to get shot 
up when we free her? I didn't think so."
<Vander> *to Evelyn* "There wasn't a magic user on board this thing, was there?"
Evelyn glares at the people. "What the hell's going on? Where's the rest of my 
unit?"
<Vander> "Either dead or left you such."
<Robinson> "We didn't see anyone.  How many were there?"
<Vix> "Dead, dying, or somewhere in between."
<JRdaGM> Evelyn: You find that your sidearm is not on you.
Ru`ach leans against the Jeep, staring at the ground.
Reed looks back thoughtfully at Ru. "Hey, Ru! Come on, or you'll miss the fun!"
<Vix> "Well, I'm buggering out. See you people outside."
Vix walks out of the wreck, and leans against the cycle.
Ch`Dith turns back to the woman. "As to your second question, you are the only 
person we found. As to your first, we would like to discuss this with you. If 
you can give me your word you'll hear us out before doing anything rash, I can 
get you out of here. Do we  have a deal?"
<Trent> *muttere* "Yeah.  Fun."
Ru`ach comes over to Reed. "What fun?"
Ch`Dith sits back on his haunches, looking at the woman from eye level, calmly 
waiting for an answer. 
<Reed> "The fun of catching whoever did this. Come on."
<JRdaGM> <Steve> *radioed* "Understood. Keep me informed. And stay together!" 
</brainlag>
Evelyn tries to struggle her way free, to no avail. "Shit." She slumps a bit and 
glares at Ch'Dith. "Fine."
<Trent> "Heh.  3 on 3."
<Ch`Dith> "Excellent." 
<Vander> *to Trent* "Want me to cut her outta there?" *indicates his cutting 
torch*
Reed rolls a 15 to follow the tracks. "Pretty good odds to me." Leads them away 
from the wreckage, south by southwest.
Ch`Dith grabs the wreckage holding her in place in one hand and bends it 
backwards until she is free.
<Trent> Vander: I'm with Reed, last I checked.
Ch`Dith then reaches the other hand to help her up.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Van: No, let him do it. A Chainsaw would be just fine! :)
<Vander> oops
<JRdaGM> Reed: it was east by southeast.
<Reed> whatever
<Reed> darn scroll... :P
Evelyn declines the hand and pulls herself up, instinctively checking for the 
aforementioned sidearm.. and finding it not there.
<Reed> east by southeast, then.
<Ch`Dith> "May I ask your name?"
Trent follows Reed, chainsaw out but not running.
<Evelyn> "Evelyn. D'Artis. Bastards. They took it, didn't they? Damn it."
<Ch`Dith> "Took what?"
<Robinson> "'They?'"
<Reed> How far do I go before I lose the trail? And do we see anything "out of 
the ordinary"?
<Vander> *to Evelyn* "Took what?"
<JRdaGM> Evelyn: That's not all they took. Your plasma cannon is missing.
Ch`Dith precedes Evelyn outside.
<JRdaGM> Reed: You saw the tracks change to heading due south before you lose 
the scent, as it were.
<Reed> hrrm...
Vander follows after the dwagin and Evelyn
<Reed> "Dammit. They turned south, and disappeared."
<Kasia> <OOC> Van: Wrong.
<Vander> dwagon?
<Kasia> <OOC> *nod*
Reed rolls to recatch the scent.
<Vander> 'k
Vix pulls a MRE burrito out of his pocket, unwraps it, and leans against the 
cycle, munching on it.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> No dwagins around, except the one disguising as a cute Mind 
Melter.
<Reed> 53, needed 40. :P
<Ru`ach> "Now what?"
<Trent> "Should I try to see what I can see from the air?"
<Reed> "Sure."
<Robinson> *to Evelyn* "How many of your crew were there?  We found three sets 
of tracks leading away."
Reed looks around for another set of tracks, or something... rolls a 4. :)
Ch`Dith emerges from the hatch, turns to Steve. "Introductions seem to be in 
order. Evelyn d'Artis, meet Captain Steve Mitchell.  Captain, meet Evelyn 
d'Artis."
Trent lights his jetpack at goes above the general level of rubble. Starts 
getting the feeling that presenting himself as a target is *BAD* but ohwell.
<JRdaGM> Reed: You see a set of tracks, coming in from the east, and heading 
south. These have claws on the feet, though.
<Trent> -at +and
<Evelyn> "My gear. Sonofabitch." *follows Ch'Dith outside* "There were eight 
others. Last I remember, we were nearing Dallas when someone opened up on the 
transport. I didn't get a good look... only caught a glimpse of black from the 
attacking craft before I was knocked out."
Kasia eyes Evelyn levely.
<JRdaGM> <Steve> "Charmed."
<Robinson> "Eight people, tree tracks, no bodies.  Vaporized, I bet."
Robinson takes a look around the cockpit.  Rolls on RSE (27% passed) and 
Computer Operation(8% passed).  Can I gather any information from the 
instrumentation?  If there's a computer, is it operational enough to download 
information?
<JRdaGM> Will: More like ground beef.
<Vander> *to Robinson* "Or magiced out."
<Reed> *radioed* "There was another set of tracks that joined the others... a 
set of clawed tracks."
Robinson nods.
Trent tries to find any sign from higher up.
<Robinson> <OOC> Trent gets religion?
<Ru`ach> <OOC> *chuckle*
<Trent> <OOC> Err... poorly phrased.  ;)
<Reed> *radioed* "Definitely *not* Coalition.  They'd send the psi-hounds in 
first, not last."
<JRdaGM> The instruments are trashed, but the altimeter's working. As for the 
Computer, the flight recorder is working. Apparently Coalition air assets 
attacked this VTOL.
<Vix> *radioed* "Any vehicular tracks, or anything slightly human?"
<Trent> JR: Question: Can I see anything from in the air?  Or getting shot at?
Evelyn gingerly touches her already healed head, eyeing Steve. "Captain 
Mitchell, eh? Of whose army?"
Robinson steps out of the plane, addresses the group.  "Coalition."
<Robinson> <OOC> Uh, poorly timed.
<Robinson> "According to the flight recorder, that's what attacked 'em."
<Reed> *radioed* "No vehicular tracks, yet. And the three humanoid tracks are 
still present."
Evelyn <ooc> chuckles. %)
<JRdaGM> Trent: You do see a man about 500 yards south, lying in a pool of blood 
coming from his neck. There's also a pile of ashes two yards away from the body.
<Vix> *radio* "Three? Three sets of tracks, or he has three legs?"
<Reed> *radio* "Three sets of tracks."
<Trent> *radioed* "I've got a body, due south."
<Reed> *radioed* "Give me the location, I'll meet you there."
<JRdaGM> <Steve> *to Evelyn* "You wouldn't recognize it, but I currently lead 
the North Star Company. Before that, I was in the Army of the Southern Cross."
Vix heads south, looking around for the body Trent mentioned.
<Vander> "Mr. Boddy, in Dallas, with the flamethrower."
Trent lets over towards the bloody person. "500m south of you."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *MALLET*
<Trent> jets.
Vander joins Vix
<Ru`ach> <OOC> *WHAP*
<Reed> *radioed* "Right." *breaks into a run*
<Reed> sped of 27, btw.
<Vix> *to Vander* "Didn't I say this would turn into some weird shit, man?"
<Reed> +e
Trent lands next to the person, tries to figure out if he's dead or dying.
<Vander> *to Vix* "You've been smoking too much wierd stuff."
<JRdaGM> Trent: He's dead. Very messily dead.
<Ch`Dith> "*Radioed* Any other survivors?" 
Vander pulls out his pipe, gets a bowlful of tobacco, lights up.
Reed comes across Trent and the body. "Oh, man."
<Trent> Can I tell what kind of trauma it is?
Evelyn pokes through the wreckage, wondering if the vultures left /any/ of her 
gear.
<Vix> "Bah. Naw, man, I'm clean, now. But I've got the munchies something 
awful."
<JRdaGM> Trent: Too much blood... do you have Criminal Sciences/Forensics?
Reed feels his sugar rush fade, devours another Twinkie.
<JRdaGM> Evelyn: Turns out the weapons were the only things missing.
<Reed> JR: only NSC member with that skill is Jalil, methinks.
<Trent> Streetwise?  I'm just trying for a general gunshot, stabbing, slash type 
deal.
Vix comes across Trent and Reed, whistles. "Shit, man, someone's makin' tacos."
<JRdaGM> Trent: Apparently the throat was torn out.
<Vander> *to Trent* "Any idea what killed him?"
<Trent> Ah.
Reed looks at the man... any uniform?
Ru`ach stands around looking lost in thought. <OOC> At this moment, even if the 
place was burning she'd be standing around looking lost in thought. ;)
Vander takes a long, nervous puff on his pipe
Evelyn manages to recover her pack and begins to rummage through it.
<JRdaGM> <Steve> "Let's get out of here and catch up with the rest."
<Trent> "My guess would be an animal of some sort.  It's the wrong sort of would 
to be made by a knife or sword."
<Trent> wound, even.
Reed goes to get his cycle, returns with/leading(?) Steve and Co.
<JRdaGM> Reed: *nod*
Trent checks the ashes next.
<Vander> *to Trent* "Correct me if I'm wrong, but most animals equipped with 
those kind of things are usual carnivorous."
<Vander> +lly
<Trent> "No shit."
<JRdaGM> Trent: they look like a big mound of ordinary looking ashes.
<Vander> "Wouldn't it have eaten the poor bugger?"
Robinson looks at the clawed tracks, tries to figure out what made them.  Rolls 
on(what the heck) Biology and Lore: Demon.  Fails both.
<JRdaGM> Trent: roll IQ?
<Vix> *to Vander/Read/Trent/etc* "I'm getting my cycle. Don't get eaten while 
I'm away."
Vix walks back to the wreck.
Reed looks around the body for tracks.
<Trent> "I never said that it wasn't intelligent."
Ru`ach <OOC> whees. Has 10min. Looks like I get to miss *another* combat bit.
<Reed> 62.. *DAMN!*
<JRdaGM> Will: You have no clue what made these tracks.
<Trent> JR: 11, needed 12.
<JRdaGM> Reed: The trail's gone cold again
Ch`Dith sticks with the crowd on foot, all senses wide open.
<JRdaGM> Trent: As a matter of fact, you've seen piles of ash this size before. 
In Ixzotz. After the intelligence was destroyed.
<Reed> "I *have* to work on my tracking skills, I'm getting crappy."
Vix hops onto his cycle and tears ass back to the body, stopping alongside the 
gathering of people.
Vander follows Vix's example, goes for the Hog
Trent blinks at the ashes. Scratches his chin. "Wait a minute.... oh shit. 
Ch`Dith!"
Ch`Dith looks up at Trent. 
<Ch`Dith> "What is it? 
<Ch`Dith> " 
<Reed> How many piles of ashes, btw?
Vander revved the Hog to life, gets back to Trent and others
<JRdaGM> Reed: Just the one.
<Trent> "Notice anything familiar about these ashes?  Like a 'where have we seen 
these before' kind of familiar?"
Ch`Dith looks at them. Frowns. "Yes. But there are none around now, or they are 
shielding themselves."
<Trent> "Somehow that doesn't make me feel much better."
<Reed> "What? You telling me that this pile of ashes is someone's remains?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Cue: Brimful of Asha
<Vix> *to Ch'Dith* "If they're shielding themselves, they'd have to be of 
considerable strength, right?"
<Trent> "Vampires, Reed.  More of the fucking leeches."
<Ch`Dith> "Strength or skill in magic."
Vix nods.
<Vander> "More vamps? Snad!" *checks through his saddlebags for wooden stakes 
and silver ammo.
<Ch`Dith> "Not neccesarily. A human being would leave a similar pile if 
incinerated."
<JRdaGM> Evelyn: You recognize the dead guy... his name was Anton Kobairyev, the 
team mystic.
<Vix> "...incinerated by WHAT, tho? I'd rather deal with the vamps."
Vander produces several stakes and an ammo box of silvers* "Who wants?"
Reed makes a roll on intelligence, after examining Ch`Dith's tracks...
Evelyn manages to dig a stubby cigar out of her pack and looks up just before 
she lights it. "Fuck.... Anton."
<Trent> "A human would also leave scorch marks around the pavement from what set 
him on fire."
<Reed> 14... neat.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Reed: I'm human right now. 
<JRdaGM> Reed: 14 needing what?
<Reed> Okay, from remembering seeing your tracks in dwagonmode.
Vix reaches into his robe, and pulls out a mallet and stakes. (OOC: I actually 
have these on my equipment list too, which is damned weird, but ohwell. :D)
<Reed> JR: 46
<Ch`Dith> "Depends on how he was set ablaze."
<Robinson> "Remember, Coalition attacked the plane.  Also, vampires wouldn't be 
awake enough during the day to perform the complex operations of stealing the 
cargo, or probably have any articular desire to.  I expect the Coalition has 
what we're looking for.  The vamps are probably just lagniappe in the mission of 
finding the box."
Ru`ach sighs. Tata!
<Reed> cya, Ru
<Kasia> <OOC> Bai, Ru
<Trent> cya, Ship.
<Robinson> <OOC> Ciao WS2.
Vander reattaches his weaps to the Hog, loads up the shotgun with silvers and 
keeps it handy
<Trent> "Lag... knee... what?"
<Vander> Later WS2
<JRdaGM> <OOC> nites Ship
<Reed> "If vamps are involved at all..."
<Robinson> "Lagniappe.  A delightful little extra."
<Trent> "Ah."
<Robinson> "If we have nothing else to work on, I vote we continue South and see 
what we can find.  Keeping a wary eye out for the leeches, of course."
<JRdaGM> Reed: You deduce that whatever left these ashes was killed by a weapon 
that could deliver tremendous heat.
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<Trent> "Works for me.  I'll take top cover."
<Reed> "My guess is a flamethrower, or he was hit by a plasma rifle without 
wearing armor."
Vander seals himself as well as he can in the Hog's canopy
<Robinson> "Not a vamp, then?"
<Robinson> "That works."
<Vander> . o O (Gonna hafta see about air-tightening and pressurizing this 
thing)
Ch`Dith sniffs deeply. GM: Any traces of kerosene/fuel that may have burnt? 
<Reed> "Not likely. As you said, it's daylight."
<JRdaGM> Ch'D: No, no fuel.
Trent lights his pack and sails above the ruins.
Vix sits down on his cycle, and cracks his knuckles.
<Trent> +going south
<Ch`Dith> "Not a flamethrower."
<JRdaGM> Vander: You want to do anything with these ashes?
<Reed> "Plasma rifle, then."
<Ch`Dith> "Or something similar."
<Reed> "They were headed south.  This could be a diversion."
<Vander> JR: Nope
<Vix> "There'd be blood, wouldn't there?"
Evelyn squats next to the body, lighting her cigar and saying to no one in 
particular, "Anton was our team's mystic. Maybe he worked his mojo on that thing 
or whatever. I try to avoid that shit, myself."
<JRdaGM> <Steve> "Then let's go south."
<Reed> "Not if he wasn't wearing armor. Burning to ashes doesn't leave much 
blood."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> bbiam
Trent looks for anything interesting that he can see from the air.
Reed saddles up, checks those tracks one last time...
<JRdaGM> Trent: roll me a 20 sider?
<Reed> 95... *I HATE MY DICE!*
<Trent> righto... 7
<JRdaGM> Reed: That trail is ICE COLD.
<Evelyn> "Hey look, can I tag along with one of you? I wanna get my shit back 
and deal some hurt to the bastards that took it."
Reed <OOCy> swaps d10s...
Reed looks over at Steve. "Your call, boss."
<JRdaGM> Trent: You do find something interesting... two crashed Coalition 
SAMAS, looking rather recently wrecked.
<Reed> <OOC> Jeep can hold 4.
<Reed> <OOC> Will and Ru are 2... still 2 open slots.
<JRdaGM> <Steve> "Sure thing. You're in the jeep, Evelyn."
<Robinson> *to Evelyn*  "'Course.  You're with the customer.  Come on, you can 
ride with me."
<Trent> "I've got something up here.  Pair of wrecked SAMs.  Looks pretty 
fresh."
<Ch`Dith> "*to Evelyn* That which you cannot see can still harm you. Ignore it 
at your peril."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> b.
Robinson heads back, piles everyone in and gets going.
<Reed> "Range and direction, sir?"
Evelyn tosses her pack into the jeep and climbs in.
<Trent> "South about....*general distance guess*"
<JRdaGM> Trent: They're 1500 meters south of your position
Vander keeps an eye on his RADAR
Reed heads out, following Trent's directions.
<Trent> "South about a klick and a half."
<Robinson> *to Ru and Evelyn*  "I'll be trying as I drive, but you two will be 
the main lookouts.  Keep a sharp eye for the quarry."
Vix fires up the cycle, and heads south.
Vander pops his helmet's optics to thermo
Trent lands, spends a few moments trying to figure out damage to the SAMs.
Ch`Dith takes a running leap and changes back to dragon form before flying up to 
join Trent.
<JRdaGM> Van: so far your radar's only picking up buildings and ruins thereof.
<Evelyn> "Affirm." Evelyn's cybernetic eye whirrs as it switches to thermoptic.
Reed eases up to 85 mph before dropping down to a reasonable speed as he 
approaches the SAMs.
Ch`Dith passes over the jeep from behind.
Vander heads for Trent's position
<JRdaGM> Trent: apparently, these SAMs were riddled with holes, some larger than 
others.
Trent pokes his finger in one of the holes. "Sheeit."
Vix rips past Reed, just as he reaches the SAMs, and coasts to a halt next to 
them.
<Vander> *radioed to Trent* "Anything on those SAMs?"
<Reed> Are the rail guns intact?
<Vix> "Whoo. Vander'll LOVE this."
<Trent> "They're Swiss, like the back of the wreck."
<Reed> "That he will."
Robinson cocks an eyebrow at Evelyn on hearing that.  "You guys shoot a couple 
of SAMAS down before they got you?"
Ch`Dith lands next to Trent. 
<JRdaGM> Reed: as far as you can tell, no.
Vander pulls up next to one of the SAMs, gives it a once over.
<Vander> "They're dead, Jim."
<Trent> "I'm not Jim."
Reed looks at the SAMs, trying to determine what was fired at them.
Evelyn quirks an eyebrow. "Not that I remember... but it's all fuzzy."
Vander looks at the holes, tries to determine what weapon did this
<Reed> 16, needed 46 on Intelligence.
<JRdaGM> Reed, Van: roll?
<Vander> JR: Roll for Weapond Engineer?
<JRdaGM> Reed: apparently, some kind of large-caliber firearm.
<Vander> -d +s
<Robinson> *to Evelyn*  "Well, maybe we can narrow it down.  Was your craft 
armed?"
<JRdaGM> van: sure.
<Vander> 44 Needed 60 (passed)
<Reed> "Slug-chuckers.  The marks don't match laser fire."
<JRdaGM> Van: see what I told Reed.
<Evelyn> GM: Was it? ;)
<Trent> "Great.  South still?"
<Vix> "Slug chuckers took out SAMs? Hell."
<JRdaGM> Evelyn: yes, but it was 2 door lasers and a rear mounted railgun.
<Vander> "Had to be railguns or explosive rounds."
<Reed> ".50-cal, by the looks of the holes. Possibly Ramjet rounds."
Robinson arrives on scene?
Reed looks around for vehicle tracks.
<Vander> *to Reed* "Not .50 cals. The hit pattern don't show what it would for a 
rapid fire weap. These were all aimed."
<Robinson> *to guys standing around the SAMAS, while doing the same himself*  
"Check the holes, see if there are still projectiles in any of them."
<Reed> *woohoo* good dice. 14 on tracking. :)
<Vix> "Holy shit. We've got a regular militia around here."
<Trent> "Good idea."
<JRdaGM> Ch'D: The evil is beginning to get stronger...
Vander digs into one of the holes
<Ch`Dith> "*radioed* We may have incoming."
Evelyn gnaws her cigar. "We had two door lasers and a railgun in the rear."
<JRdaGM> Vander: You get an overpowering sense of evil as you dig into the 
holes...
Reed brings out the laser rifle.
Vander gives up using his fingers, pulls oput a set of needlenose pliers, probes 
around
Ch`Dith snarls, head snaking left and right, looking for the source.
Vander jerks back from the SAM* "WHOA HAEY!"
<Reed> any tracks?
<Vander> -E
Trent starts up his 'saw.
<Robinson> *turns to Vander* "What's up?"
Vix unslings the rifle from his shoulder, and looks around. *to Vander "Eh?"
Reed looks over at Vander curiously.
Vander points at the SAM* "That... that thing! It's...!"
<Reed> "Uh-huh. It's what, shorty?"
<Vander> "Ah, screw it!" *fires ion bursts at the SAM
<Vander> *
Robinson jumps back from the ion gun's field of fire.
<JRdaGM> The SAM Vander shoots at collects a few more holes.
Vander feels much better
<Evelyn> "What the hell's the midget's problem?"
<JRdaGM> Vander: Your sixth sense goes off!
<Ch`Dith> GM: Any specifics or just a general rise in the background count? 
<Reed> mine as well?
Trent turns his head to Vander. "Feel better now?"
<Vander> "Whu...? HIT THE DIRT!!!"
Vander hits the dirt
Vix jumps over his cycle, and crouches behind it.
Trent drops, being careful to not fall on his saw
Robinson trusts Vander and hits the dirt.  Using a SAMAS for cover.
<Reed> GM: my Sixth Sense springs to life as well?
<Vix> "Fuckin' a!"
Ch`Dith leaps to the air immediately.
<JRdaGM> Jumping out of the building in which the SAM augered into is some... 
thing that looks like a collection of a bunch of critters glued together.
<JRdaGM> roll a 20-sider, everybody, this is a HF check.
<Reed> yeah, I'd say so...
<Vix> 18.
<Vander> "What the farking snad izzat thing?!"
<Evelyn> 10
<JRdaGM> Reed: Yes.
<Trent> 12+4... 16
<Reed> 18+4
<Ch`Dith> 17. passed.
<Kasia> GM: Me, too?
Vix looks over the cycle. "What in the motherfucking name of Eris Discordia is 
that?!"
<JRdaGM> Kasia: You too
<Robinson> 17.
<Kasia> 'kee.
Reed backflips behind his cycle. "That is one *ugly* mother."
<Kasia> 14
<Vander> 16
<JRdaGM> Of all the... I roll a 1 for Steve's HF check.
<Reed> *chuckle*
Ch`Dith doesn't bother with the niceties of introductions this time, opens his 
maw and roasts it. 
<Trent> JR: Yeesh... he keeps doing that.
<Vix> <OOC> * Steve whimpers like a little girl.
<Vander> You and that shellshock. Gotta do something about that :)
<JRdaGM> Ch'D: No, you failed.
<JRdaGM> Here's all who passed... Vix, Reed, and Ru.
Reed trades the rifle for the pistol.
<Ch`Dith> Ack. Scratch that then. 
<Reed> neat.
Vix stands up. "Die, you fucker!" He opens up on the thing.
<JRdaGM> HF 18, JSYK
<Vix> + with the rifle
<JRdaGM> INISH!
<Trent> . o O (What in the fucking hell....)
<Reed> inish...
<Robinson> 7 on 1d20.
Ch`Dith is momentarily fazed by the monstrosity
Evelyn just stands there, looking dumbfounded.
<Trent> 11+4
<Vix> *roll* ... 16.
<Reed> 18+2+6 from Sixth sense.
<Reed> 26 altogether.
<Vix> ouch. 
<Vix> Too bad it's only inish. ;)
<Vander> 6th Sense gives a HF bonus?
<Reed> yeah.
<Reed> Van: inish bonus, no HF bonus
<Vix> s/inish/HF.
<Vander> Then I think I passed
<Vander> Ah
<Vander> I don't pass
Robinson stands there, jaw kind of clonking.
Vander passes gas. Loudly.
<Vander> "Whu.. whu... huh?"
Reed fires a ramjet round into the thing's head.
<Trent> "Hoooly..."
<JRdaGM> Comabt goes: Reed, Vix, Ru, THING, everybody else.
<Vix> <OOC> Wiiiiiiild THING! 
<JRdaGM> Reed: roll to strike?
<Reed> strike: 17 after all bonuses
<Kasia> "Uhhh...."
<Reed> (is this thing SDC or MDC, btw?)
<Vander> <OOC> o/~ Swamp Thang! Versus the Man Thang! They make everythang 
gooey! o/~
<JRdaGM> Reed: Which head? There are five!
<JRdaGM> MDC
<Reed> left head.
Ch`Dith . o O (What is THAT!?!)
<Kasia> <OOC> *WHACK* Van: No.
<Trent> . o O (Killit.  Must killit.  Killit dead.)
<JRdaGM> Hit. Roll damage.
<Reed> damage would be 1 MDC then
<JRdaGM> The lizard head recoils from the shot. barely a scratch.
<Vix> . o ( It is ugly as the day is long. )
<Reed> "Hrrm..."
<Vander> 
"We'regonnadie!Die!Don'twannadie!Runaway!Runaway!Can'trunaway,feetarenailedtothe
ground!*whimper*WhyamIactinglikeaScoobyDoo?"
<JRdaGM> Ok, Vix is up.
Evelyn <ooc> hrmms, I suppose SAMAS railguns can't be used by anyone not in 
power armor of some sort. ;)
Vix fires at the thing with the laser rifle, hollering a warcry.
<Robinson> <OOC> Evelyn: Or really strong.
<Trent> <OOC> Sure they can... if ye can lift 'em.
<Reed> <OOC> Ev: by borgs, Juicers, and Crazies, yeah.
<Vix> *roll* ... Nat 20 for strike! Whoop! :D
<JRdaGM> WHOOP!  Roll damage!
<Vix> Van: What's the dam roll on this?
<Reed> *woohoo*
<Reed> <OOC> if it's the custom laser rifle, 4D6 MDC
<Vander> Vix: 4D6MDC
<Vix> <OOC> Funfunfun.
<Vix> *roll* ... 17.
<Reed> x2
<Vander> :)
<Reed> critical hit
<Vix> Whoashit. %D
<Vix> SO, uh, 34, then? ;)
<Reed> *nod*
<Vander> <OOC> <voicesrc="shaokhan"> Outstanding! </voice>
<JRdaGM> Vix: you hit the thing in what looks like an octopus tentacle, making a 
nice through-and-through burn mark.
<Vix> <OOC> Mmm. Sushi. :9
<JRdaGM> Ru fumbles for her ion rifle, lets loose with a burst... and hits the 
thing in the spider head!
<JRdaGM> inflicting 23 MDC
<Kasia> <OOC> It's a conspiracy.
<Kasia> <OOC> ;)
<JRdaGM> The thing takes a swing... at... Ch'Dith!
<Vix> <OOC> *start batman music* *WHAM!* *POW!*
<Reed> oohh.. he can't dodge or parry, due to HF roll, methinks...
<Vander> <Dwagon turns the thing into...Lunch!
Ch`Dith is to flabbergasted to dodhe
<JRdaGM> He rolls a 6. And you can't dodge it.
<Vander> +ooc>
<Evelyn> <ooc> that's gonna sting.
<JRdaGM> Take 12 MDC, Dwagon
<Ch`Dith> ow
<JRdaGM> Everybody else loses their first action... Reed is up.
Reed swaps weapons for the laser rifle.
<Reed> next?
<JRdaGM> Will: Care to make a demon lore?
<JRdaGM> Vix is up
<Ch`Dith> That'll take, oh, a minute or so to heal.
<Vix> Whee.
<Robinson> JR: Sure.  Can I do it before HF is up?
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Vix snarls, and fires again, this time aiming at the main body.
<JRdaGM> Will: sure.
<JRdaGM> Vix: roll
<Vix> *roll* ... 15.
<Vix> <OOC> Damn, I've got mojo again. :)
<JRdaGM> roll damage
<Robinson> 42% of 55% passed.
<Vix> 4d6.. *roll* ... 10.
<JRdaGM> Will: You've heard of such things being called boschala.
<Evelyn> <OOC> It's.. Neoexdeath! ;) *duck*
<Robinson> Characteristics?
<Vander> <OOC> That thing is not my boss, Schalla.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *whap*
<JRdaGM> And another 10 points scorch the thing's side.
<JRdaGM> Will: Variable. Predatory animal instincts.
<Evelyn> <OOC> Seefood appetite?
<Reed> <OOC> it has 5 heads... what types?
<JRdaGM> Reed: Goat, Rat, Lizard, Spider, and Bull.
<Vix> <OOC> ...rat? Hheheh. Is it lifesize rat's head? And the spider? ;) :D 
<Reed> general height, arms/tentacles/etc?
<JRdaGM> Eve: <OOC> More like an appetite for human flesh and a taste for blood.
<Evelyn> <ooc> :9
<JRdaGM> Vix: no, the heads are grown to normal human size.
<Vix> <OOC> Darn. ;)
<Robinson> Any special weaknesses/strengths?
<Reed> <OOC> and anything obvious that'd make holes in SAMAS armor?
<JRdaGM> Reed: it's 12 feet tall, got four arms (two with crab claws, one 
tentacle, and an ape's arm)
<JRdaGM> Will: immune to drugs/gas/poison, and it regenerates.
<JRdaGM> Reed: No.
<Reed> 'k
<Robinson> "Regenerates... *nastyEuroword,they're so much better at it.*"
<Robinson> Will killing the heads kill it?
<JRdaGM> Will: rather slowly, though
<JRdaGM> Will: probably not.
<JRdaGM> Will: gotta beat these things to death.
<Vander> Who's is the next action?
Ch`Dith snarls, and starts muttering.... "Gwynyth shar t'al...." 
<JRdaGM> Ru is up
<Vix> <OOC> What's that about Kenneth Star?
<JRdaGM> fires another burst and hits.. rolled a 6
<Reed> <OOC> I thought he was talking about Gwynyth Paltrow :)
<JRdaGM> for 26 MDC
<Vander> <OOC> A!Elbereth! Shut up!
<JRdaGM> The boschala ROARS.
<JRdaGM> and takes a swipe at Vander!
<Vix> Oh, bah, it didn't roar when I got 34. I feel insulted.
<Vander> "EEP!"
<JRdaGM> 19... do you dodge?
<Vander> YES!
<Vix> <OOC> Heheheheh.
<Reed> (by the second action, all those who failed the HF have got their act 
together, IIRC)
<JRdaGM> Reed: you got it
Kasia <OOC> puts away her story and the really sappy dialogue, and pulls up her 
charsheet
<Vander> 11+10
<Kasia> <OOC> And what do we do for init? In descending order of HF rolls?
<Vander> Don't ask. The math actually came out to +10mto dodge
<JRdaGM> That's a dodge
<Vander> -m
<Kasia> <OOC> And does 6th sense work for this round if we weren't in the last 
round, or no?
<Reed> Kas: no.
<Kasia> Van: 2nd round?
<JRdaGM> Kas: It works
<JRdaGM> but only the parry/dodge
<Kasia> Okay.
<Reed> I thought it was first round of first melee *only* for sixth sense 
bonuses.
<JRdaGM> Ch'Dith is up!
<Ch`Dith> ".... nrath sa'yl thal ne solar...." For those who can sense magic, 
it's flowing in Ch'Dith's direction as the spell takes form... 
<Vander> "Eat it 'Dith! Eat it!"
<Vix> <OOC> *studio audience* yaaaaaaaaay!
<Kasia> Well, Van dodges anyhoo. ;)
<Ch`Dith> "... aryth toren naylak SHETH!" *casts Blind*
<Vander> "oh, fark."
<Reed> my mistake... initial melee, not initial action.
<Vix> <OOC> Dammit, I thought it'd be a mighty fireball or something. ;)
<JRdaGM> Ch'D is level?
<Ch`Dith> 4
<JRdaGM> 12+3, that's a save.
<Ch`Dith> Standard save, blinded for 4 minutes if 'e fails.
<JRdaGM> Evelyn is up!
<Vander> <OOC> That's it. I'm just gonna have to roll up a Namek warrior
Evelyn looks for the nearest handy weapon she can snag from someone, and failing 
that, stays the hell out of it.
Vix tosses evelyn his autopistol
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> JR: Animals are -4 to save... does this count as an animal?
<JRdaGM> Nope.
<Reed> Ev: snag my bike... 's got missiles.
<Ch`Dith> damn
<Vander> <OOC> She grabs Vander and uses him as a club. *WHAP*OW*WHAP*OW!
<JRdaGM> Supernatural evil
<JRdaGM> Kasia is up!
<Kasia> Mmmmm...
<Kasia> I mind bolt the thing.
<Evelyn> Vix: what's damage roll for it?
<JRdaGM> roll to strike?
<Vander> Kasia: In which head? :)
<JRdaGM> Van: Like that matters
<JRdaGM> ;)
<Kasia> 17+4
<Vix> Ev: Uh... *check* Oh. It's SDC. Doesn't matter, really. Sorry %)
<Evelyn> *shrug* ;)
<JRdaGM> boom
<Kasia> And damage is 4MD
<JRdaGM> roll damage
<Vix> 4d6 SDC according to my happy skillsheet. 
<JRdaGM> The bull head begins to bleed from the nose.
<JRdaGM> Will is up!
Vander <OOC> hears Bon Jovi's 'Dead or Alive' play on the radio
Robinson aims a pulse and fires away.
<JRdaGM> roll
<Robinson> 2+3+2 = 7.
<Reed> nice. :)
<JRdaGM> You notice it's been shot at before it attacked you, BTW. and it hits. 
Roll damage.
<Robinson> 20 MDC.
<JRdaGM> The rat head gets half it's face burned off...
<JRdaGM> Trent is up!
<Robinson> Shot at with what?
<Kasia> <OOC> I would like to take this moment to point out that MDC is a term 
that applies to *armor*, and stands for "Mega-Damage Capacity." The term for 
damage is MD - "Mega-Damage". Doing "x MDC" is plating the enemy with x amount 
of armor. ;)
<JRdaGM> you're not certain... railguns, it looks like.
Trent blinks a few times, mentally swears, and charges with his chainsaw. Aiming 
a slash at whatever's handy if I can get close enough.
<JRdaGM> <OOC> Thank you, Miss Anal Know-It-All.
<JRdaGM> ;)
<Robinson> Kas: Okay.
<JRdaGM> Trent: You're close enough. Roll
<Kasia> <OOC> No problem, Mr. Acronymity.
<Trent> 15+7... methinks that's a hit.  Probably slashing at something tentacley
<JRdaGM> roll damage!
<Vander> <OOC> Hey! *I* am the Acronymnizer around here! Got it?! ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Honeymoon over? *DUCKSANDRUNSLIKETHEWIND*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Acronymnizers Anonymous? 
<Trent> 16 MD
Kasia <OOC> lacks the energy to get angry at Ch'Dith. Whatever.
Reed <OOC> empties his clip on ch`Dith's head.
<Reed> <OOC> sorry. :
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Try saying THAT ten times in a row fast.
<Kasia> <OOC> o/~ What's breaking you is breaking me o/~
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ow.
<JRdaGM> The tentacle is hanging on by a thread!
<JRdaGM> Reed's up!
<JRdaGM> no, wait a minit... Steve's up
<JRdaGM> Steve fires the Plow's "rifle" in Transport Mode... rolls a 16+6
<JRdaGM> for 20 MDC... the boschala gets a third nipple in its right breast.
<JRdaGM> Now Reed is up.
<Reed> third action... I empty my laser rifle's clip at the thing... 17+4 to 
strike
<Vix> <OOC> Queen Elizabeth!
<JRdaGM> the thing dodges!
<Reed> what, it rolled a Nat20 to dodge?
<JRdaGM> check that. it's gonna roll with the impact
<JRdaGM> roll your damage, sir
<Vander> DUCKSANDRUNSLIKETHEWIND = Doubly Useless Cute Kitten Scraps Are 
Necessarily Detrimental to Relatively Useful Nuns Sitting Like Indians and 
Kosovars Endeavoring to Take Home Enough Wool and Ink for Ninety Druggies >:D
<Reed> well, I rolled 110 damage.
<Trent> JR: Can't roll with Lasers.
<Reed> 3D6x10 for the full clip...
<Vander> <OOC> Now my brain hurts
<JRdaGM> Reed: the Conversion book lists a full clip burst as 1 round * 7 as 
opposed to * 10
<Reed> KJ said *10 in the bar, so that's what I was going with..
<Reed> but I can go with 77.
<Trent> *shrug* Said x10 in the mainbook.  Don't have the CB, though.
<JRdaGM> But it's all academic as the thing gets ventilated! It falls to one 
insectile knee, raises it's ape hand to the sky, and falls over on it's back, 
oozing black ichor.
<Reed> yeah, main book takes precidence. :)
Kasia sighs and rubs her temples. "That was... interesting."
<JRdaGM> It's dead and gone. Good work.
<Vander> "Let's hope it stays dead."
<JRdaGM> <Steve> "Whatever it was, I'm glad it's dead."
Vix whoops, and raises the rifle skyward.
Reed takes a moment to change E-clips.
Trent kills the chainsaw's power.
<Robinson> "The thing regenerates.  I don't know if you have to burn it or what, 
or if it comes back from this, but I suggest we move on quickly."
<Reed> "That wasn't your cargo, was it?"
<Ch`Dith> "Something else already fired upon it. My guess is that whoever that 
was also shot down those two SAMs."
<Trent> "Vander... you were going to dig in the SAM, right?"
Ch`Dith nods at Will. "Move back from it."
<JRdaGM> From a building to the west of the wrecked SAMs, another SAMAS comes 
out, limping somewhat, and holed in various places.
Robinson obliges.
Evelyn takes a look at the pistol Vix tossed her, then at the thing, and tosses 
it back.
Robinson waves frantically at Ch'Dith to signal him off.
Reed raises his rifle at the SAM. "WE HAVE COALITION SIGN!"
<Vander> *to Trent* "Uh... yeah. Just a sec."
Ch`Dith checks his fire, snaps back to human form before the coal notices.
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<JRdaGM> *loudhailed sourly, in a familiar voice* "Figures."
Vander scrambles for his saddlebags
Trent notices the SAM. "Shit. This one's not dead. Not yet at least."
<Vander> "Whu...? Malik?!"
Vix bahs, and holsters his gun.
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<JRdaGM> The SAM raises his hands and removes his helmet, and you look upon the 
half-forgotten visage of Sgt. Ambrose Malik.
Kasia stares at the SAM. "Joy. The only thing that would make this day better is 
a troop of angry Simian Monster Riders and a full alien invasion." *pause* 
"Forget I said that."
<Robinson> "Um... y'all know this guy?"
<Trent> <OOC> No fooking way.
<JRdaGM> --- Game ends here: To Be Continued. ---
<Reed> "What he said."
<Kasia> <OOC> ... *cackle*
<Trent> "Holy shit."
<Kasia> %)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Oooh. Does nazi-boy remember Ch'Dith's parting words when they 
last saw each other? 
<Vander> "DIE!" *continues rooting through his saddlebags* "Where's that farking 
ReND[tm]?!"
Kasia sets mode: +o rob` 
<Evelyn> Hooboy. Things just got interesting. ;)
<Reed> Vrey.
Reed drops an anvil on his typoist
<rob`> what'd malik do?
<Reed> Very.
<JRdaGM> <OOC> He more than likely does. Right now, he's seen a lot worse than 
you guys. Find out more next week.
<Trent> This is gettin' fookin' odd.
Trent is now known as KillJoy
Vander is now known as UpLink
JRdaGM is now known as J-Rock
Kasia is now known as Aris_TGD
Robinson is now known as William
<UpLink> Later folx
You are now known as Arsenal
<William> Leter UL.
<William> -e+a
<J-Rock> Now we're getting to the real pplot twists.
Evelyn is now known as Reaperman
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Aris_TGD airguitars to Rolling Thunder.
<Arsenal> rob: Malik was the original NPC.
<Arsenal> he was also the school bully.
Vix is now known as MacRae
<Ch`Dith> rob`: I warned him that if he backstabbed Steve or Vander, there'd be 
no place big enough to hide him from me. He nearly got Vander executed before 
Steve managed to spring the short stuff. 
<Aris_TGD> o/~ So many lifetimes (We've been waiting for it) / All through the 
good times (When we tried to ignore it)... o/~
<J-Rock> Like the adventure so far?
<Arsenal> so far, yeah.
<Aris_TGD> o/~ Hesitate / Come too late / Hear the sounds of rains again... o/~
<Aris_TGD> JR: *nod*
<Aris_TGD> I don't have anyone to RP off, though. ;)
<MacRae> Wow. I might actually get XP tonight. I had SUPREME DICE-ROLLING JUJU.
<KillJoy> *nod*  I keep getting this feeling that I'm going to get blown out of 
the sky whenever I jump-pack, though.
<J-Rock> Anything that could use improvement?
<Ch`Dith> mm-hmm. Nazi-boy is gonna have to talk, and talk FAST next week. }8=> 
<Aris_TGD> Hee... give Malik the Fast-talking skill. >%)
<KillJoy> Or die.  And die slow.  ;)
<Ch`Dith> KJ: Outta my head. 
<rob`> who's playing malik?  the good GM?
<Arsenal> rob: yeah...
<J-Rock> rob: You got it.
<Aris_TGD> rob: *you* can... ;)
<William> "Good" GM?  ;^)
<Ch`Dith> Unless someone's a glutton for punishment. 
<Arsenal> he was briefly kat's and Mac's player-character
rob` probably could, but would have to fake amnesia.
<J-Rock> Unless we can get pupp to reprise his original role, or mac to fill in.
<Arsenal> Pupp never showed...
<J-Rock> Ars: he did show... once.
<Arsenal> Meeth could do him... forget I said that.
<William> Nah.  He'd get killed in 2.
<Aris_TGD> brb
<KillJoy> Ars: Heeey... an excuse for beating on Meeth!
Ch`Dith kills Ars for even THINKING that.
<J-Rock> Oh, Meeth could *DO* him alright. As in get him six of the best, with 
no trousers on or Vaseline.
<Arsenal> KJ: it'd be his element, that's for sure.
<KillJoy> JR: Thank you for that image.  =P
Ch`Dith snoozeth
<J-Rock> nites Shad
<William> G'nite.
<Arsenal> Cya, Shad
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<J-Rock> KJ: My pleasure. Somebody has to be the guttermind, and I was busy 
running the game.
Arsenal adjusts ISP... loss of 6 so far.
Aris_TGD returns, picks up keebs iCrack, and shoves it sideways up JR's ass.
<Aris_TGD> +'
<J-Rock> Aris: Ow?
<Aris_TGD> Yeah.
<KillJoy> Yes.  Thank you, I appreciate the sentimend only... *pulls out a GCS 
M87 40mm Autocannon from Undergound* "NOT BETWEEN MALIK AND MEETH!"  *various 
gunfire noises*
rob` scribbles a reminder to himself.
<J-Rock> Aris: What was that for-- forget I asked.
<Aris_TGD> And besides, you don't want to know where that thing's been. ;)
<Arsenal> Aris: if keeb's involved...
<Arsenal> :)
J-Rock getteth the smack layeth down upon his candy asseth. OW.
<Aris_TGD> rob: What, "Do not get Aris teed off"?
<Aris_TGD> ;)
<J-Rock> "It was a... metaphor..." *THUNK*
<rob`> aris; "Aris has an excellent imagination for some things."
Arsenal makes a note that Reed has absolutely no trust for anyone Coalition... 
he's even wary of Rick.
MacRae boggles some more. XP.
Aris_TGD produces a shinyshiny knife from somewhere, twirls it under the 
industrial-grade flourescent lighting, watches the shinysparkles, and smiles to 
herself.
<Aris_TGD> Aris does indeed.
<Aris_TGD> >:)
William will probably try to get him to see the light.  %^)
KillJoy hmms, thinks of something better. Watches as about a hundred Sathanas 
class Juggernauts jump insystem and start charging their beam weaponry. A few 
seconds later, the beams come out the other side of the plane that JR's standing 
on.
<KillJoy> planet, even.
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<KillJoy> Mmmm.... Sathanas.  I've been playing Freespace 2 too much.
<Aris_TGD> KJ: Oh, you don't need beam weaponry. *knifetwirl* *lazy grin*
<J-Rock> KJ: So have I
MacRae ponders Vix just shooting Malik. Vix hates Coalition people with a 
passion, since they a) blew up his monastery, b) killed Bastardchild [or so Vix 
thinks] and c) killed off the two other fugitives from his monastery, who had 
escaped with Vix
<William> Okay.  It takes an insane mind to look at those Gap commercials and 
think about topological mappings of spaces.  %^P  I should get out more.
<KillJoy> Aris: True... I just like the fireworks.  =D
J-Rock straps on the adamantium codpiece. Gulp. "I'm sorry already!"
Aris_TGD smiles at JR. "I wasn't going to start there. That would have been too 
kind." *makes the knife vanish*
<J-Rock> KJ, Aris: If the GTVA Colossus couldn't survive a full barrage from 
just one of them, I sure as hell don't have a chance.
<KillJoy> "You know, something just occured to me.  The straps aren't 
adamantium."  *smirk*
<rob`> codpiece?
<KillJoy> JR: Bah, that's nothing compared to what happens later.
Aris_TGD 's eyes widen, and she grins, getting a *frightening* idea of what to 
do to someone.
<J-Rock> KJ: I know, I've seen it
<Aris_TGD> Damn, that's ... nyeahahahaaaa.
<William> rob`: The part of plate armor that protects the crotch.
<J-Rock> Aris: Hopefully not me!
<rob`> ah, right.
<Aris_TGD> JR: Naah.
<rob`> cute.
<Aris_TGD> Storychar. It'd have to be.
KillJoy chuckles insanely.... *KABOOM!*
<Aris_TGD> But... damn. I don't think it's legal. At least, not for people under 
18. >%
<Aris_TGD> >%)
<rob`> lassez faire
<rob`> ;)
<William> What, like we'd tell?
<rob`> do it, dammit. :)
<MacRae> .....uhm.
<Aris_TGD> Bah. It's half pr0n. And exceedingly painful.
<Aris_TGD> And I don't know who'd be the victim. ;P
<MacRae> What, Bobbiting someone?
<Aris_TGD> I mean... hmm... blood sacrifice would work.
<rob`> victim?  let me!  let me!
<Aris_TGD> MR: An enchanting succubus taking pieces out of someone strapped to a 
table.
<Aris_TGD> ...someone male. Someone completely nekkid.
<Aris_TGD> *slice* *dice* *incantation* *slice*
rob` remembers reading a short story like that once
<Aris_TGD> With incredibly vivid description of flesh being stripped from bone. 
;)
<Arsenal> Guys: http://dagwood.sandwich.net/rifts/weapons/new_stuff.txt <-- 
comments?
<MacRae> fun.
<Aris_TGD> rob: You mean it's been done? Damn. ;)
William forgoes the URL for now.
<Aris_TGD> MR: You read dark-destroy.txt?
<MacRae> nope.
<rob`> aris; mm.. I think it could be done better, frankly.
<Aris_TGD> That requires background, but honestly, if you've never seen B5, you 
can just ignore that fact. ;)
<KillJoy> Ars: Mmmm... Duke-esque
<Aris_TGD> If you *have* seen B5... just ignore that fact. ;)
<Arsenal> KJ: yeah... notice there's two Freeze Rays. :)
<Arsenal> I may add the BFG-9000, if DS can give me the stats for it.
<Reaperman> maybe I'll work 'em up in the morning. ;)
<Reaperman> *look* well, the daylihgt morning. :)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Arsenal decides to work in some common light combat vehicles, as well...
<KillJoy> Hmm... think I might haveta write up some of the weaponry designs he 
came up with.  Oh wait, I've got a few other things I should do too.  =P
Reaperman ponders the Autochunker. >%)
<Arsenal> NG-T8 Roadhog Combat Pickup, WI-51 Low-Rider Hovercycle (Reed's model)
<KillJoy> Bah, just use the stats for a Mk. 19.
<Arsenal> Mk. 19?
<KillJoy> Belt fed 40mm grenade launcher.  Exists IRL.  Not really man-portable, 
though.
<MacRae> wheefun! It's Everyone's Favorite Depressing Eurotrash Z'ha'dum Groupie 
cutting himself up! :D
<Arsenal> KJ: ah...
rob` snickers.
<Reaperman> KJ: rate of fire would have to be tweaked a little, I'd think. ;)
<Aris_TGD> MR: Yeah, yeah. It requires more background if you've actually seen 
the series.
<Arsenal> how much would you say Reed's hovercycle would go for on the open 
market?
<KillJoy> DS: Not from the stats listed on the Zeta page.
<MacRae> fiddycent
<Reaperman> Hrm. :)
<Aris_TGD> Basically... uhh... .... yeah. It's Everyone's Favorite Depressing 
Eurotrash Z'Ha'dum Groupie cutting himself up. After getting seriously screwed 
over, of course.
<Arsenal> 's basically the same design as the Southern Cross model, only armed 
with a forward laser, and 3 missiles where the cargo boxes would be.
<Aris_TGD> Three times. Very Minbari.
<KillJoy> Rate of fire's only like 400 round's per minute, right?
<J-Rock> Hrmmm... Morden Torquemada?
KillJoy checks... nope, 350.
<Aris_TGD> JR: You read this?
Reaperman forgets, and he drafted the silly thing. ;)
<J-Rock> Aris: No, but I can guess.
<KillJoy> DS: LIS, I'm a bit of a firearm Otaku.  ;)
<Aris_TGD> JR: No, you really can't.
KillJoy hmms, can honestly see the 'chunker having a higher rate of fire. 
'Course, that'd make it fookin' inconvenient to lug all that ammo around.
<Arsenal> KJ: good mounted weapon for an autodueler.
<KillJoy> *shrug* Perhaps.
<KillJoy> ....autodueler?
<Arsenal> sorry... was reading the Car Wars supplement again.
<Arsenal> car or truck armed for combat, usually against other armed cars.
<KillJoy> Ah... yeah, then you could haul enough ammo.  4 barrel gatling... 
probably good for around 1200 rounds / minute.
<Arsenal> Hrrm... how much would you say Reed's hovercycle would go for on the 
market?
<KillJoy> I haven't the foggiest.  Prices in Rifts were never my strongpoint.
<Arsenal> hrrm...
<William> What kind of hovercycle is it.  I.e., engine?
<Arsenal> 's basically an armed Southern Cross hovercycle... that Wellington put 
out a similar design is a coincidence.
<Arsenal> gas or electric.
<William> And weapons mounts.
<Arsenal> armed with a forward laser, and 6 missile tubes (3 over each rear 
hoverjet)
<KillJoy> Maybe 300k.
<William> 160,000 then, counting from the main book for the Speedster with 
missile mounts.
<Arsenal> for gas or electric? electric does jack the price.
<William> Not by much on this.
<William> 98k for gas, 110k for electric, 55k for missile mounts.
<Arsenal> that works.
<Arsenal> Market Cost: 98,000 credits for the gasoline model with laser only, 
<Arsenal> 110,000 credits for the electric model.  Adding the missile 
<Arsenal> racks adds an extra 55,000 credits to the price.
<William> That's what I said.
<William> Oh.  Vix's.
<Arsenal> hrrm... NG's Prowler, which this model is designed to compete against, 
has different prices... hold on.
<Arsenal> 180K for gas, 190K for electric... missiles add 55,000
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William ponders some useful tools for the resident Scholars of a mercenary 
outfit.  The stuff listed under "Miscellaneous Equipment" in the main book 
covers a lot, especially biology tools.  Getting some of that as general 
equipment for the NSC might be a wise use of funds.  Missing seem to be 
astronomical instruments(portable telescope, sextant), and other sundries.
<Arsenal> hrrm...
<KillJoy> "Please submit a cost analysis form in triplicate."
<William> "We need to find out things."
<William> "We need to find out things."
<William> "We need to find out things."
<KillJoy> Hee.
<Arsenal> "Does not compute."
<Arsenal> "Does not compute."
<Arsenal> "Does not compute."
<Arsenal> :)
<J-Rock> LOL
<William> Cost: 12000 for most expensive item, 5000 for next-most expensive, 
several hundred each for certain sensors and such.  As for nonstandard 
equipment, I might be able to make a telescope, but other things should be 
bought.  A computer better than the general PC-3000 might be nice, too.
<Arsenal> how much does it list the PC-3000 as?
<William> PC-3000 has 16 MB of onboard memory.  Come on, nobody scrounged even 
one iBook from the rubble?  ;^)
<Arsenal> remember, this book was written when the 386 was still popular
<William> I know.
<William> PC-3000 is 4500 credits.
<Arsenal> hrrm....
<MacRae> Will: They would have mistaken it for a toilet seat.
<MacRae> hell, I mistake them for toilet seats frequently.
MacRae ducks.
<Arsenal> might want to upgrade the PC-3000's capabilities.
<William> I never saw and hope never to see a tangerine toilet seat.
<MacRae> ...with no holer.
<MacRae> -r
<Arsenal> how's this... AMD has survived the Cataclysm, and has recently re-
released an Athlon PC. :)
<William> Mac, damn you!  MAC!
<Arsenal> this has driven the PC-3000's price down to 100 credits. :)
<KillJoy> *LOL*
<J-Rock> Ars: Feel like doing a Chaos Earth campaign when that comes out?
KillJoy applauds Ars!
<Arsenal> JR: might be interesting.
<KillJoy> Chaos... Earth?
<MacRae> Will: They wouldn't work. No more hardware for the Macs. Haw haw. ;)
<Arsenal> KJ: what Rifts Earth would have been, if the timing had been off on 
the dropping of the nukes.
<KillJoy> Ahh.
<J-Rock> KJ: If the Old Empires of Rifts Earth survived the Coming of the Rifts.
<Arsenal> 5 minutes to midnight for the bombs, instead of exactly at midnight. 
:)
<Arsenal> it made all the difference.
<MacRae> what's Chaos Earth like?
<William> Bah.  As far as the sky cares, it's always midnight *somewhere*.
<Arsenal> Will: it made a difference when the bombs were dropped. *shrug*  not 
as much ambient PPE in the ley lines 5 minutes before midnight as there was *at* 
midnight.
<J-Rock> Will: Better yet, base the midnight in relation to Stonehenge.
<William> JR: Better.
Aris_TGD checks the clock - time to snooze.
William goes.  Unmoo all.
<Arsenal> cya, Will, Aris
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<Aris_TGD> Tataa!
KillJoy wanders off too.
<KillJoy> cya, Aris
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dreamt about you last night make me blush... o/~)
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<Arsenal> Designed for the adventurer or mercenar company on a shoestring 
budget, the Road Hog is actually a descendant of a 20th Century field expedient.
<Arsenal> +y
<Arsenal> :)
<MacRae> o/~ Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie / Mess with me and, 
boy, you're surely gonna die. / If ever you're in doubt / About who or where I 
am / I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere / I am your Uncle Sam o/~
<MacRae> Boy, that perfectly describes FC. ;)
<Arsenal> heheh
J-Rock sees a S&M commercial. "It's time your sorry <bleep> got some culture."
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<MacRae> heeeeeee.
MacRae returns to undernet. *wave*]
<J-Rock> nites KS
<Arsenal> cya, Mac
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<J-Rock> seeya on chunder.
<Arsenal> I'm crashing... cyas
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