*** Log file opened: 12/18/99 9:14:02 PM
<J-Rock> And now, Last Week's XP!
Ch`Dith needs 4000-odd still to level
katster makes the difficult decision of which d6's to use.
<Trent> WooHoo!
<Reed> Van: I was right... Operators do not get new skills at L4... L3, L6, L9, 
and L12 only
<Vander> OK
katster frowns.  11/13.  Okay...lesse if that profile is still on the loose 
here.
DarkSide learns Christopher how to use photoshop %_
<DarkSide> %)
Will hmmms... I think I still needed mine for the week before last... I appear 
to have upped all my skills in anticipation of getting at least 50 more XP.
<Trent> DS: Ahh, photoshop is fun.
<katster> Okay, fsck...brb.
Vix whees, fixes perldice. :D
DarkSide makes his script overly verbose. :)
Will invokes the mighty juju of SteamRoller!
Reed grabs a fourth D6, and puts away the cheater D20...
<Vander> Will: Manheim Steamroller? :)
Trent *CRANKS* Megadeth.
<J-Rock> Trent:      200
<J-Rock> Kasia:      275
<J-Rock> Ch'Dith:    375
<J-Rock> Vander:     350
<J-Rock> Will:       325
<J-Rock> Vix:        250
<J-Rock> Ru:         200
<J-Rock> Reed:       425
<J-Rock> Evelyn:     200
<J-Rock> Anya:       150 (SAT OUT)
<J-Rock> Chad:       150 (SAT OUT)
<J-Rock> Aengie:     150 (SAT OUT)
<J-Rock> sorry about the flood
<Reed> 150 from what?
<Ch`Dith> *writes down, adds up*
<Will> Vander: I named my dice proggy SteamRoller in homage to the suggested 
name of a spell in the Spell Research section of the AD&D Manual... "Delsenora's 
Malevolent Steamroller"
<Vix> JR: That's from last week?
<J-Rock> Vix: Yep
<Vander> Will: Ah
<Vix> dangit. I even shot stuff, and I can't break 300. ;)
<Vander> Yoiks! Need 14,300 XP to L5! %|
<J-Rock> Reed: In Chad's case, trying to find Ru. In Anya and Aengie's case, 
it's from the Gamemaster Fiat fund.
Trent only needs a bit under 7k.
<Trent> *LOL*
Vix ponders sitting around, casting spells at things, so I can finally level. ;)
Trent ponders muttering to himself in Dragonese.
<Vix> *BAMPF^10* *huge cloud of smoke envelops the city* "Vix, cut that the hell 
OUT!"
<Trent> Or reading.  ;)
<Vander> Vix: When did you go Nightcrawler? ;)
<Trent> Vix: Why can I see ya doing that?
<Vander> Vix: Or did you go Dark Bamf? :)
Reed forges a new CS Military ID from one he found on the soon-to-be-dead SAM.
<Vix> Van: This is a different sort of BAMPF. ;)
<Reed> prolly went Dark Bamf... this *is* Vix.
<Trent> ;)
<J-Rock> And my last announcement: There will be no IC sesh next week, for 
obvious reasons.
Trent hmms.... wonders if he ICly knows what Malik did.
<Vander> Vix: 'k :)
<Will> Or the next, I presume?
<Trent> JR: What reasons are those?
<Reed> He will if/when Vander opens his big mouth.
<Trent> ;)
<Reed> Trent: X-mas
<J-Rock> Trent: Xmas Day
Ru_OOC is now known as Ru`ach
<Vander> Trent: Who cares if Trent knows what Malik tried to do?! *I* know! 
*points the ReND[tm] at Malik*
Trent checks his watch... oh yeah, that.
Ru`ach dohyeahs.... before I forget - can't make it next week. Math test.
<Vix> Ru: See above. ;)
<Ch`Dith> Ru`ach: on XMAS? 
<Ch`Dith> bah, heathens.
<Vander> JSYK, I do have the ReND[tm] in the Hog's saddlebag :)
<J-Rock> Shad: You forget, Israel HAD its Xmas.
<Vander> Ru: What day of Chunakah are we in?
<Vix> JR: But....but... the FOOD!
<Ch`Dith> ohyeah.. Hannukah? 
Trent hmms... thinks he'll spend Xmas day online, playing FS2 or something.
<Reed> Van: it's been over for a week and a half.
<Vander> Reed: Gotta start paying better attention :)
<Ch`Dith> JR: Case  in point... so did .nl
<J-Rock> Trent: I might see you that night...
<Vix> Ch'D: Nonono.... like a klingon... kkkkhhhhhhhanukah. ;)
<Reed> corrections... 2.5 weks
katster kicks her damn printer.
<Ru`ach> Van: We're way past it.
<Reed> weeks, even. (I can !type tonight)
<Vander> o/~ OJ Simpson... not a jew. o/~
<Vander> :)
<Reed> WS: that source code helping?
<Trent> JR: Good.  Maybe I will have some skill by then.  ;)
<Vix> o/~ Put on your a-yamulka.... it's time for a-kkkkkhhhhhanukah! o/~
<Ru`ach> Reed: no... one week exactly after the end of it.
Vix tests his script by rolling 1d100s.... DAMMIT!
<Ru`ach> Reed: Didn't looki.
<Reed> 'k
<J-Rock> Unfortunately, my brother-in-law's modem connection is just as bad as 
mine, if not WORSE.
Reed Hobbit-Stomps...
<Vix> "4" "40" "10" "9" "23" ... well, there goes my good mojo for the evening. 
:P
Vander evades
DarkSide ponders playing FS2 on-line some time.
Ch`Dith helps
Reed rolls a 10+4 to strike...
<Trent> JR: I'm connecting to a 56k modem through our network!
<Ch`Dith> 242nd Cowpimps, anyone? 
DarkSide eyes the dwagon, decides to make said squad patch ;)
<Trent> I'd join that.
<Reed> *ugh* Now I have to get FS2
<J-Rock> Shad: Innat number taken by the Suicide Kings?
<Ch`Dith> DS: Cool!
<Ch`Dith> JR: 442nd, then
<Reed> 666th Cowpimps
<DarkSide> 444th
<Reed> :)
<Vix> Ars: Same here. :P
<J-Rock> okee
<Trent> JR: I do believe it is.
<Ch`Dith> DS's suggestion seconded.
<DarkSide> %)
<Reed> 444th works.
<J-Rock> well, without further ado...
<Trent> Thirded
<Trent> Yay!
<Reed> All in favor?
Vander ponders buying FS2
<Reed> Aye
DarkSide is now known as Evelyn
<Vander> Eye
<Trent> Aye
Vix watches Gwar_-_Crush_Kill_Destroy.mp3 queue.... KILLS VANDER FOR THE HELL OF 
IT!
<Vix> Aye!
<Ch`Dith> Aye!
<Ch`Dith> Vander: Do so. It's worth it. 
<Reed> Against?
Vix wows. Just rolled a solid 100. :D
Trent cues Crush 'Em. Immolates Vander
<Reed> Vix: neat... that's an automatic skill failure. :)
<J-Rock> --- Game Start: "I'd hate your guts, but you don't ever got any!" ---
Will ponders queuing _Hell's Kitchen_ next time there's a fight.
<Ch`Dith> Reed: Not a "spectacular" failure?
<Will> <OOC>ly, now the game's started.
<Reed> Ch: depends on your skill...
Vander glares at Malik
Reed idly studies the scene... "You know this guy?"
Trent 's pistol comes back out, not aimed at anything yet.
<Trent> "Yeah, unfortunately."
Ch`Dith narrows his eyes at Malik, fingers curling and uncurling.
Vix eyes Vander. "What? He's just a Coalition guy." He thinks. "Oh, I see. Yeah. 
I don't like skullboys either. Kill him."
<Vander> "Malik! You grommet-sucking snad farker!!! Get yer farking arse outta 
that armour and die!"
Vander digs around in the Hog's saddlebags for the ReND[tm]
Will wonders if Vander knows the guy.
<J-Rock> <Malik> "Unfortunately, midget, it's not that simple."
Ru`ach <OOC> grumbles. Goes looking through the log for where we are.
Evelyn rethinks her previous decision and snags Vix's autopistol.
<Will> <OOC> Ru: Dallas.  Mission.
Kasia looks at Steve. "Can I cut *his* hand off, at least?"
Vander finds the ReND[tm] 
<Reed> *chuckle*
Vix tosses is back to Evelyn.
<Vix> s/is/it
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Will: That.... isn't helpful at the moment.
<Reed> "Okay, you do know this person.  What'd he do?"
<Trent> Ru: We're in Dallas.  We killed some Big Ugly Thing [tm]  Malik walked 
up
katster is now known as Anya
<Vander> *pointing the ReND[tm] at Malik* "DIE!!!" *blast*
<Anya> <OOC> garfscking.
<Evelyn> <OOC> Vix: msg me the stats real quicklike?
<J-Rock> <Steve> "Kasia... I'd tell you to wait, but what the hell..."
<J-Rock> <OOC> And just where the hell is Meeth?
<Vander> <OOC> JR: Gone
<Trent> <OOC> Do we care?
Ch`Dith decides not to interfere just yet
<Reed> <OOC> Meeth's prolly enjoying his newly found life.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> He was here? 
<Evelyn> <OOC> Chanburger? :9
<J-Rock> Inish!
<Reed> 4+2
<Vander> 16+5
<Trent> 13+4
Will O_Os, tries to misaim the ReND[tm] on general principles.
<Evelyn> 18
<Will> 2.
<Ch`Dith> 16+0
<Vix> 9.
Kasia 's eyes light up. "You mean that, Steve? You really mean it? I love you, 
man! Let me get out of here and get down there and get that psi-sword and carve 
him to tiny bits..."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Kas: Heee
<Trent> *LOL*
<Reed> <OOC> *cackle*
<J-Rock> Steve got a 15, Malik got a 16
<Ru`ach> <OOC> me too?
<Kasia> 7+6
<Ch`Dith> "Let's at least hear his version of what happened here before we kill 
him."
<Trent> Ru: Yep... yer around here somewhere too.
<Vander> "Shut up, 'Dith!"
<Anya> <OOC> I have no idea where I'm at or what I'm doing at the moment, so 
I'll sit back and watch for a few minutes.
<Trent> "No.  Let's not."
<Ru`ach> 10+1
<Will> <OOC> Anya You're back at the base, nominally... although you could 
probably have come along quietly for last sesh.
Ch`Dith holds up his hands. "Just a suggestion. I didn't say we couldn't make 
him suffer while getting the information from him."
<Reed> "As much as I don't like the Coalition, I have to say that not everyone 
of them is an asshole... Let's hear it, grunt! What happened?!"
<Trent> "Ah, point taken."
<J-Rock> We are going Vander, Evelyn, Trent, Ch'Dith, Malik, Steve, Kasia, Ru, 
Vix, Reed, and Will
<Vix> Yeah! YEAH! Fear my low roll!
<Vander> "Shut up, cylindar ass!"
<Evelyn> "Plug 'im. Bastards fucked my mission over."
Will wonders what the hell this guy did that everyone's so worked up about.
<Reed> <OOC> and our guy dies of a heart attack. :P
<Vix> . o ( Death! Destruction! Maybe I can have that bitchin' helmet! )
<J-Rock> <Steve> "I said just his hand, love, not tiny bits."
Meethos [k75bhsh@bngr209-74-53ppp62.epix.net] has joined #Rifts
<Anya> <OOC> Okee, then I'm back at the base I guess.  Better than not knowing 
what the hell's going on.  Somebody poke me when y'all get back there.
<J-Rock> oi Meeth
Meethos is now known as Chan_Ling
<Vander> <OOC> It's alive!
<Reed> *blink* 'lo Meeth
Reed sets mode: +o Chan_Ling 
<Chan_Ling> sorry I'm late.
<Vander> Oi Meeth
Kasia sighs. "Okay. Fine. I cut his *hand* into tinybits. I don't think he'll 
mind too much after it's seperated from his arm."
<Chan_Ling> away
Reed notes that it's the other guy who stayed at the base.
Evelyn <ooc> really needs to get her hands on decent weaponry. ;)
<Vander> <OOC> Meeth: F2F games Ars is organizing at the Encounter. Want in?
<Vander> -s
<Chan_Ling> sure when?
<Reed> <OOC> after new years...
<Reed> <OOC> roll up a fighter pilot.
<Chan_Ling> keewl
Will [William@tnt1-145-19.cac.psu.edu] has quit IRC (Read error to Will[tnt1-
145-19.cac.psu.edu]: Connection reset by peer)
<Vander> GM: What's the combat order?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Um, meeth... we're way, way, WAY away from the compound... and 
Chan didn't come along
<Vander> <OOC> Meeth: Change to Rick
Chan_Ling is now known as Rick
<J-Rock> <Malik> "The least you freaks could do is give me some credit. Would I 
come out in the open to get waxed by you all by accident?"
<Vander> *to Malik* "YES!"
<J-Rock> Rick's still at the bast, and Chan won't be here for a while yet."
<J-Rock> -"
<Trent> "You've done less intelligent things."
<J-Rock> <Malik> "I meant besides you, nugget."
<Vix> *to Malik* "Who cares? Can I have that neat helmet when you're dead and in 
pieces?"
<Ch`Dith> "I suggest that if you value your continued existence you start 
talking. FAST." 
<Vander> GM: Can I kill him now? PLEASE!
Reed looks around, "Vix, there are two dead SAMs to take helmets from."
<Vix> *to Reed* "Yeah, but they've got bad mojo. You saw what happened the last 
time we messed with 'em. Mr. Giant Weird Shit attacked us."
<J-Rock> <Malik> "Look. We might all get killed if we keep this up." He swallows 
deeply. "I don't know when, but one of our nuclear warheads was stolen from an 
ordnance facility near Chi-Town."
<Trent> "Why am I not surprised?"
Vix <OOC> notes that Vix is mildly zonked at this time. Not badly. Just a little 
bit. ;)
<Vander> *to Malik* "Too bad for you! Hope Prozac gets his ass bombed to Hell!"
<Trent> . o O (Hmm... now what could we do with that?  Heh heh heh.)
<Vix> *to Vander* "Hell yeah, brother!"
<Reed> *whispered* "Nukes? I actually trust the Coalition more than some other 
people who would want one."
<Vander> "Shut up, Reed!"
<J-Rock> Malik pointedly ignores Trent. "And we tracked it to these ruins."
Vix kicks Reed in the shin.
<Vix> "Shut up."
Ch`Dith blinks at that. "Your kind truly has learned nothing, has it? You would 
recreate the cataclysm that tore the world asunder in the first place without a 
second thought for the consequences...."
<Trent> "Now *THAT*'s amazing."
<J-Rock> <Malik> "My patrol was sent to retrieve it. You can see what happened 
to them."
<Vander> "Yah! Too bad you were too chicken $#!T to have joined 'em!"
<Trent> "Well, if you're still alive, the opposition can't be *TOO* 
formidiable."
<Vix> "Yeah, they attacked random passerbies. I'd give you ten seconds before 
short stuff here kills you."
<Vix> +*to Malik*
Will [William@tnt1-38-73.cac.psu.edu] has joined #Rifts
Reed sets mode: +o Will 
<Will> <OOC> Re.  Did I miss anything?
<J-Rock> Will: Only a bombshell. Literally.
<Evelyn> <oov> Vix: passersby. ;)
<Evelyn> OOC too.
<Reed> *muttered* "The Coalition would not use the nukes liberally, unlike some 
of the wasteland tyrants."
Vander continues pointing the ReND[tm] at Malik. "Lemme kill him. Please! Just 
one shot! One lousy shot!"
<Vix> <OOC> Ev: Bah. He doesn't know that. Wasn't there others there?
<Vix> <OOC> s/there/with you
Will shakes his head... had been dizzy for a moment for some odd reason.
Vix points the laser rifle at Malik. "I'm with Vander."
Reed <OOCly> hourks last week's log up on the page... log36.txt
<Vix> <OOC> Van: What's the damage roll on this thing, again? I ferget. 
<Reed> <OOC> 4D6
<Vander> Vix: Instant heart attack
<J-Rock> <Unknown voice> "He's right."
<Trent> "Shut up, you two."
<Vix> <OOC> Van: I meant the rifle you lent Vix. 
Will frowns, checks to see if he's got a dosimeter on him.
<Vander> Vix: Ah. 4D6
Reed idly checks his geiger counter... is it reading anything !0?
Trent spins towards the voice, pistol at the ready.
<Rick> Reed: WP
<Rick> Web Page?
<Vix> *to Trent* "Listen, man, those fuckers killed the only family I've ever 
had, as well as every friend I've had. How about you just take your tongue, and 
swallow it?"
Vix grumbles, and puts on his shades.
<Reed> Rick: dagwood.sandwich.net/rifts/logs/log36.txt
Ch`Dith whirls around at the origin of the voice.
<J-Rock> A Coalition type in black heavy armor (if any of you have CWC, it's the 
SpecOps kind) steps out of the shadows. "Sergeant Malik is telling the truth. 
Unfortunately, the demons that haunt this place are agitated tonight."
Vix looks over his shoulder, for the voice.
<Vix> "Ack! Shit! More of them!"
<Trent> "Yeah, we kinda noticed that."
<Vander> "Shut up, TrenT! That bastard tried to have me killed! He's gonna pay!"
Reed looks the man over for rank.
<Ch`Dith> "*raised eyebrow* And you are... ?" 
<Rick> thanx
<J-Rock> The SpecOps is flanked by two dogboys in heavy DPM armor, along with 2 
skelebots with their weapons aimed at Vander and Vix.
<Vander> "Oh, fun! Another piece od Coalition $#!T to kill!"
Vix uhs at the skelebots, looks at Malik, smiles sweetly, and points the weapon 
at the ground. "Hey, no hard feelings, eh?"
<Vander> -od +of
<Kasia> <OOC> Methinks the bots are aiming in the wrong place. ;)
<Ch`Dith> "*Low, dangerous voice* Have those droids lower their weapons."
<J-Rock> <Lt. Thornton> "Lieutenant Jake Thornton, Coalition Special Operations 
Command." 
Trent looks the SO guy over. "Ahh, that explains it."
Evelyn sighs and mutters to herself. "I really need a bigger gun."
<Reed> *muttered to self* "Times like this, I wish I'd never taken on Mrs. 
Mundry's case."
<J-Rock> <Lt. Thornton> *to the Skelebots* "Lower your weapons, but if they 
resist openly, open fire."
<Vander> *to Thornton* "Vander Took. The guys who ain't doing nothing but 
getting this Deadboy's ass on a spike!"
<Vander> -s
Vander indicates Malik
Kasia sighs. "I'll never get to cut someone's hand off, will I."
Trent rolls his eyes.
Ch`Dith breaks eye contact with Thornton to glare and growl at one of the 
doggies for a second, then looks back.
<J-Rock> <Lt. Thornton> "Like I care about what happened to you in the past. Rex 
here--" he gestures to a dog boy -- "tells me that if we don't find that warhead 
in three hours, then we all are going to have far greater problems that that."
<Vix> "Bah. They won't care about their own. They'd prolly kill him themselves, 
to prevent the armor from getting scratched more."
<Ch`Dith> "Why in three hours?"
<Vander> *to Thornton* "Gee, that's too bad. LIKE I FARKING CARE!!!"
<J-Rock> Ch'D: The doggie growls back at you. *to Thornton* "Can I kill him, 
sir? Can I?"
Reed walks over to Vander, grabs the gun from him. "You will not get us all 
killed over your personal vendetta."
<Vander> Dodge Reed
Reed gives Vander his most serious glare.
<Trent> <OOC> I'm glad *SOMEONE* did that.
<Rick> <OOC> I'm kinda lost. Someone please fill me in.
<J-Rock> <Lt. Thornton> "STAND DOWN, BOWSER!"
<Vix> *to Thornton* "Yeah, well how would Rex like to get a gun shoved up his 
Coalition ass and get a colonic irrigation from Dr. Vix? Settle down, chunky 
monkey."
<Vander> 15+10 to dodge
<Kasia> <OOC> ... Am I standing down there with the others? Where the hell am 
I?"
<Kasia> -"
<Reed> Nat20 to grab....
Ru`ach [whtstar2@pop03-1-ras1-p29.barak.net.il] has quit IRC (Sorry. I'm lost 
and not following anyhow. And gotta study. Martyr Ru if you feel like it.)
<Reed> sorry.
<J-Rock> Inish between Vander and Reed.
<Reed> oh...
Vix sighs, and shakes his head at the things with Vander and Reed.
Ch`Dith smirks. "You could try, little one..."
<J-Rock> Ok, check the inish, Reed has the gun
<Will> <OOC> Like we'd ever martyr Ru.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Dammit.
<J-Rock> Kasia: You are still in Steve's jumpseat.
<Trent> <OOC> Certainly not after just one time.
<Vix> <OOC> Hey, if we do, can I have her room to use as a church? %)
Anya [katster@stk-eli-9-066.internetuser.net] has quit IRC (Helping Ru, as it's 
kinda pointless for me to be here at the moment anyhow, and I'm not following 
well either. :P)
Vander whips out his shotgun, points it at Reed. "Got no beef with you. But that 
is my ticket to a dead boy."
<J-Rock> <Rex> "Because in three hours, that warhead will go off, and it will 
create another Rift."
<Kasia> <OOC> Okay, fine. I'm going to go pack. If anything happens to *my* 
character in the next hour or so, my number's (408)7370-282.
Kasia [aris@p221.amax10.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has quit IRC (o/~ And the first 
one said to the second one there / I hope you're having fun! o/~)
<Will> *eyebrowcock*
<Reed> "And your ticket to a deadboy is our ticket to death. Do you want Steve's 
death or Trent's death on your conscience?"
Vix yawns. "Well, won't matter to you then, will it?"
<J-Rock> <Steve> *to Vander and Reed* "AT EASE, BOTH OF YOU!"
<Will> "Plausible.  I suppose the loss of several thousand lives is negligible 
in comparison to that by your view."
<Ch`Dith> "So you do know who took it. Or at least what their intention is." 
<Vander> *to Reed* "If there's anuke around here that's gonna go off in 3 hours, 
there ain't no way we could get clear of the blast anyway. I want Malik DEAD!"
<Vix> *turns around, and waves his arms* "Hey, everyone! Come on! Help the 
deadboys save the world, and make a better tomorrow!"
<Reed> "Fine. Kill him on your own time. Don't involve us."
<Vix> <OOC> <Vander> But oy wanna kill 'im NOOOOOW!
<Evelyn> *to Vander* "If it goes off in three hours, he will be. Now shut the 
hell up."
Reed keeps the gun, and walks away from the Runt, and ovber to Steve.
Will holsters the rifle he's carrying.  "Fer Pete's sake, Vander, if they have 
the deactivation codes I suggest we help them find it."
Vander <OOC> ponders alignment changing to Miscreant in the next minute or two 
:)
<J-Rock> <Lt. Thornton> "Look, I'm not here to debate policy with you. I have my 
orders, and I intend to carry them out."
<Vix> *to Thornton* "So, then do it. Why do you need our help, if you've got all 
your spiffy toys?"
Reed knocks on the VHT's side. "Open up, Steve.  Got something here we need to 
keep out of Vander's hands for the next three hours."
Will remembers something.  Walks over to Evelyn.
<J-Rock> <Lt. Thornton> "And if that means mowing you down to save a downed RPA 
pilot, so be it."
<J-Rock> Steve opens the jumpseat.
<Will> *to Evelyn*  "Was this warhead by any chance your cargo?"
Trent [KillJoy@ocw48tc5.gdinet.com] has quit IRC (Ping timeout for 
Trent[ocw48tc5.gdinet.com])
<Vix> "Ah. So, what if we kill him?"
<Vander> "Roit! Then yer on yer own!" *gets on the Hog and kicks off back to 
NSCHQ at full throttle
Reed tosses the ReND[tm] intot he jumpseat.
<Will> ^^^^^^^^^^ whispered
<Vix> "Will you then risk your mission to avenge him?"
<Evelyn> GM: Heh, did I have any idea what we were transporting? ;)
Vix taps his foot.
<J-Rock> Rex sniffs the air. "Sir, the bomb's over this way."
<Reed> <OOC> methinks Reed just got Vander majorly ticked at him."
<Reed> -"
<Reed> :)
<J-Rock> Evelyn: No clue.
<Ch`Dith> "You and what two military platoons? Never mind, the point is moot -- 
for now."
Evelyn shrugs at Will, eyeing the midget. "None of us had any idea what we were 
transporting. It's possible."
Rick checks the APC's equipment.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> The APC ain't here either. FOrtunately.
<Reed> *whispered* "Steve, I suggest we help them find it at least.  If it is 
the cargo we were hired to track down, we might do well to work with them."
<J-Rock> Eve: The box said "HUMAN ORGANS", but nobody opened it.
<Vix> <OOC> "Human Organs" ... *snicker*
<J-Rock> <Steve> "Very well. This whole argument's counter-productive anyway."
<Will> <OOC> Eight Warheads in a DUffel Bag?
<Vix> <OOC> It might have well said "LIVE TARANTULAS: ICKY, VERY NASTY. HAIRY, 
AND ALL OOZY AND STUFF."
Trent [KillJoy@ocw82tc5.gdinet.com] has joined #Rifts
<Reed> 're Trent
<Trent> FUCK!
Reed sets mode: +o Trent 
Rick is kinda lost. someone fill me in to what's happened so far.
<Vix> <OOC> Rick: Well, you see, there were these two rabbis, on an island...
<Reed> Rick: over in the bar, 'k?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rick: Didn't Ars put up the logs? 
<Evelyn> JR: Bah, thanks for clarifying a bit too late. ;)
<Trent> ...what reaction was there to me gunpointing at Vander?  My modem died 
after I typed that.
<J-Rock> Eve: I kinda got lost in all the Sturm and Drang. My bad.
<Vander> <OOC> Rick We got into an arguement about whether or not to kill Malik, 
Vander lost the arguement and left for the HQ while the rest of the team is 
gonna help the CS guys find their bomb
<Reed> Trent: Reed swiped the ReND, and gave it to Steve for safekeeping, Vander 
ran for home in a huff
Ch`Dith scopes all the newguys out for evil sense
<Trent> Ahh... Danke.
<J-Rock> Ch'Dith: Only the dogboy named Bowser is giving off any evil
Trent turns back to the SO guy. "So, I'm assuming you have some way of tracking 
the bomb, right?"
<J-Rock> Lt. Thornton nods. "Better hurry."
Vix looks at Thornton, from behind his shades. "Wait... will you let us go on 
our way, once you retrieve it?"
<Trent> "Fine.  Let's get this over with.  Which way?"
<Will> *to VIx* "They have a choice?"
<Will> </casual arrogant threat>
<Vix> <OOC> Uh, Ch'Dith's not dracoformed right now, is he?
Vander is now known as UpLink
Reed mounts his hovercycle, revs it. "Point the way, kemosabes."
<Vix> <OOC> It just occured to me that we'd look alot less formidable without a 
dragon standing next to us. ;)
<J-Rock> <Steve> "Malik, you've got point again."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Nope. Although if those doggies have ANY senses left from when 
they walked on four legs, they'd know already.
<Rick> <OOC> hey Van: why the change?
Vix sits back down on his hovercycle. "Let's RIIIIIIDE!"
<UpLink> <OOC> Rick: Pay attention, will ya?
<J-Rock> Rex heads off, Bowser following behind, along with Lt. Thornton. The 
skelebots move to flank Bowser and the Lt.
Vix <OOC> suddenly gets the term "Crystal Meeth" in his head, finds it amusing. 
;)
Trent lights his 'pack, rises above most of the rubble. Waits to see which way 
they're going and then follows.
<UpLink> <OOC> vix: Be nice :)
<J-Rock> Malik follows the Lt.
<Vix> <OOC> UL: But it's a funny term, you gotta admit. :)
Ch`Dith follows them for now, keeping a close eye on Bowser and a lock down on 
his own aura.
<J-Rock> Ch'D: Malik's aura you already know.
<UpLink> <OOC> Vix: *nod* :)
Will loads up and follows along, still poking around in his Stuff[tm] to see 
about a dosimeter or geiger counter in there, possibly to guage if they're being 
led into poison.
Vix guns the engine, and follows after Ch'Dith.
Evelyn <ooc> probably radiates a little evil too *shrug* ;)
Reed shrugs. *radioed* "We're following them, right, boss?"
<Rick> Hahaha... I don't get it.
Trent holsters his pistol and draws his saw as they go
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> My OWN aura. As in, aura masking. No sense in attracting every 
paranormal-smelling critter in a 30-mile radius
<Will> <OOC> Eve: Humans don't radiate evil unless they're seriously Bad Dudes.  
Souls sold and stuff.
<J-Rock> They're going south
<Evelyn> <ooc> Ahh, nifty. ;)
<UpLink> <OOC> Rick: Crystal Meth. It's a drug. Crystal Meeth. It's a pun. Get 
it
<Reed> <OOC> Will: Reed has a geiger counter you might be able to borrow.
<Reed> oh, and how close are we to the Dallas Nexus.
<J-Rock> <Steve> "Affirmative. I think we're going to have a little TALK with 
Ms. Johnson when we get back."
Trent keeps his eyes open for anything... well, dangerous looking, obviously.
<Rick> *scratches head* OHHHH... now I get it. 
Vix rides along, at a sane pace, looking back and forth.
Reed does the same, fiddling with his geiger counter.  "I can't seem to get this 
to work."
<Will> <OOC> THere's a Dallas nexus?  And Reed, you in the Jeep?
<Reed> i'm on my hovercycle, and Dallas has 2 ley lines in it that intersect.
Rick walks up to the guys. "Reed having a problem with that?"
<UpLink> <OOC> Will: Yep. Dallas, Nexus USA :)
<Rick> oops
Vix pulls over, alongside Reed's cycle. "So, what's up with the clicky thing?"
<Vix> +and matches his speed
Rick looks around for a vehicle.
<Reed> "It's a geiger counter I'd picked up as payment on a case. Never learned 
how to use it, though."
<J-Rock> Reed: about 10 miles out from the nexus
<Rick> JR: anything?
<J-Rock> Rick: wait a few seconds, and you can bring in Chan.
<Vix> "Ah. What's a geiger?"
<Reed> Rick: you'd prolly be in either a Hovercycle or a Cyclone
<Rick> oh goodie
<Vix> <OOC> Yes! MitcHELL's Angels ride again! :D
<UpLink> <OOC> Vix: :D
Trent flies along at a couple hundred feet AGL. Anything threatening down there?
<J-Rock> The CS party does pass by an area with dried blue stains on it and some 
drag marks heading southeast...
Reed *glares* at Vix.
Vix deadpans at Reed. "Yes?"
<J-Rock> Rex heads southeast, in the direction the drag marks point toward. 
Reed, on the other hand, notices something resembling a leg poking out of a door 
of a ruined storefront.
<UpLink> <OOC> Ignore the drag marks. The badguys found a careless Vault 
Dweller."
Vix spins his staff in one hand, and eyes the stains. (pilot roll passed)
<Reed> "A geiger is a unit of measuring radiation."
Will could OOCly *swear* he packed one...
<Reed> *to Will* "Catch." *tosses it into the Jeep's passenger seat.
Will eyes it... thinks he knows how to operate it.
Reed brakes, swerves over to the storefront.
Will does a few things.
<Vix> "Ahh... right.. I never payed attention in Father Perpindicular's physics 
class."
Trent kills his thrust, drops down near Reed. "Whatcha got?"
<Will> 11% pass on RSE.  Radiation level in the area?
Vix stops, and pulls over next to Reed. 
<Vix> "What's there?"
<J-Rock> Will: Nothing serious on the geiger counter just yet.
Will notices everyone stopping, does the same.
<Reed> "Recently dead body."
UpLink <OOCly> refrains from asking if there was a Sister Horizontal
Will keeps an eye/ear on the geiger counter for later.
<Vix> "Neat. Any cash on it?"
<Vix> "..and how recently?"
<Trent> "Another one?  Skull or non?"
Reed gets off the hovercycle, and walks over to check it out. "Tell ya'll in a 
sec."
Reed examines the body s'more.
<Reed> humanoid? human? D-Bee?
<Reed> and is the place dark inside?
<J-Rock> Reed: The body is rather unusual in that it's bleeding blue blood and 
appears to have four tentacles in place of arms, one of them wrapped around a 
laser pistol, the other around a Mac-10, and two of them around an old-style 
coalition plasma cannon. It wears body armor, and several pull tabs have been 
pulled.
<J-Rock> the place leaks some sunlight into the room
<Reed> hrrm...
<Trent> <OOC> Ermm.... bad....
Will eyes the corpse... 19% passes Lore: Demon.
<Evelyn> <OOC> Ooh, firearms. ;P
<J-Rock> as far as you can tell, it's a d-bee
Reed takes a look around the room s'more.
<J-Rock> Will: doesn't look like any demon you've heard of.
<Reed> *uses See Invisible*
<J-Rock> Evelyn: do you check it out?
<Evelyn> JR: Why yes, yes I do.
Trent keeps watch for hostiles.
<Will> Good point.  Intelligent beings would use Anthropology.  [Roll] 78 fail.  
:P
Reed grabs the weapons (if possible), hands the plasma cannon and laser pistol 
to the woman. "You might be able to use these."
Vix [kurt@dialpool0427-pri.voicenet.com] has quit IRC (Ping timeout for 
Vix[dialpool0427-pri.voicenet.com])
<J-Rock> Evelyn recognizes the body. It's Phelonious Phentari, a "bounty hunter" 
in your unit.
<Reed> obvious cause of death?
Rick follows Reed on his Hoverhog.
<Will> <OOC> Phelonious?  *chuckle*
<J-Rock> The plasma cannon Phelonious was carrying is yours
<J-Rock> He always referred to you as "quite the dish", for reasons you never 
were able to understand.
<UpLink> <OOC> And you thought mine were bad. *gurk*
<J-Rock> Reed: trauma brought on by multiple slashes and gunshot wounds.
<Reed> 'k
<Reed> "Nasty way to die."
Evelyn accept the weapons gleefully. "Phelonious, you old bastard. Pilfering my 
gear. He was a bounty hunter in my unit."
<J-Rock> Reed: You do see someone huddled in a corner in the back, clutching 
something appearing to be a rod.
Will "Ah"s.
<J-Rock> Chan: You're on.
Rick is now known as Chan
<Chan> "who are you guys?"
<J-Rock> Eve, Reed: You do notice something in American script on the left upper 
tentacle of Phelonious's armor. Can Reed read?
<Reed> yes, he can..
<UpLink> <OOC> Chan: You're one of the hired help back at the HQ
Evelyn can as well.
<J-Rock> Chan: You notice Evelyn.
<Reed> 13 on Literacy
<Will> <OOC> *I* certainly can...
<Evelyn> which reminds me.
<Reed> (needed 45)
<J-Rock> It says "Waste 'em and Taste 'em."
<Will> >P
<J-Rock> UL: <OOC> He's hired help alright.
<Reed> "Pfft."
Vix [kurt@dialpool0858-pri.voicenet.com] has joined #Rifts
Will sets mode: +o Vix 
<Vix> <OOC> Arrrggggggggghhhh!
<J-Rock> I didn't say where.
<Vix> <OOC> What'd I miss?
<Reed> Vix: us graverobbing a D-Bee corpse.
<Will> <OOC> We won.  Prosek is dead and the Coalition has fallen.  New game 
now.  ;^)
<Vix> <OOC> Reed: Neat!
<Vix> <OOC> We back on the road again?
Evelyn glances at the script (19, need 30)... "Errr, so that's what he meant. 
Sick bastard."
<UpLink> <OOC> Who cares about Prozac! Is Malik dead?!
<UpLink> :)
<Vix> <OOC> BRB.
Chan walks up to Evelyn. " Long time no see eve."
Evelyn <ooc> knows him? :)
<J-Rock> Eve: Yes... he's in your unit too
<Reed> "Well, if you know him, bring him along. We gotta catch up with the 
Coalition boys."
<Evelyn> <ooc> Okee.
<J-Rock> Eve: You notice your ion blaster on Chan.
<Vix> <OOC> Back.
Reed jumpstarts his hovercycle, and gets back to following the CS convoy.
Vix follows Reed, matching his speed again.
Trent gets some more altitude and rockets after the skullboyz
<Reed> *radioed* "Steve, we just found two more members of Eve's unit. One dead, 
one still alive."
<J-Rock> the rest of the group follows suit.
<Evelyn> "Chan. Any of you other filthy bastards make it alive?" *glances at 
Chan's gear. "Say, isn't that my blaster? Whattaya say you hand it over before I 
remove your arms?" *sweet smile*
Chan follows the groups out to his hummer.
<Reed> Chan: umm.... hummer?
<J-Rock> <Steve> "Copy that. They're on foot, so we'll be able to catch up
<Reed> Nobody mentioned a hummer being parked nearby.
<J-Rock> +."
Vix sings to himself.... "I sing a song of the saints of Bob... impatient and 
cowardly, but altogether more sensible than nutty Christian wackos... 
wellllll.... one was Schiester, and one was Thief, and one once ran away from a 
fierce wild beast!"
Ch`Dith nods at Eve. "I suggest you catch up on what happened to each other 
while we catch up with the hounds."
<Vix> +a
<Chan> "ok here I don't need it anyway." *hands blaster to Eve.*
UpLink is now known as Vander
<Evelyn> Chan: You got here in a downed VTOL. We don't have any vehicle of our 
own. ;)
<Chan> REED: my TWHummer
<Reed> still, it's not here.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Chan: You don't have one, or at least it's not here.
<Vix> Chan: And this came from where? You must have a really large anal cavity. 
;)
<Vix> +<OOC<
<Vix> -<+>
<J-Rock> Chan: As far as you know, Anton, Phelonious, Evelyn, and you were the 
only ones to survive the crash. Anton and Phelonious got popped.
Will ponders randomly while driving as the others are meeting the new guy... Ms. 
Johnson said "Experimental prototype."  Box said "Human Organs."  CS had a nuke 
stolen.  The tracks of the nuke-grabbers and the cargo-stealers appear to be the 
same.  We seem to have been lied to by the client, which does not bode well for 
getting paid.
Evelyn snatches the blaster and hands Chan the laser pistol in return. "You're a 
pal. C'mon, we've gotta move."
<Will> Err, scratch "driving", I think I'm carrying Evelyn.
Vander swings the Hog around, grumbling and cursing at himself
<Chan> "you got it." follows Evelyn out.
Evelyn clambers into the back of the jeep.
<Vix> Will: Wow, the honeymoon already?
<Vix> +<OOC>
Will also seriously poiks himself for having a faint curiosity what the actual 
process of a nuke forming a Rift would look like from a safe distance.  Anything 
like what happened at the Coming, or not?  [muse]
J-Rock @obelisks Vix. That was BAD.
<Vix> <OOC> Ow. Sowwy. :(
Evelyn tears Vix' head off.
Vander keeps a discreet distance from the rest of the group, following them as 
they follow the CS folx
<Evelyn> +<OOC>
<Evelyn> ;)
<Vander> GM: Prowl roll?
<Vix> <OOC> ... .... ...! .... .... ...! (Hey, lookitme! I'm Headless Druggie!)
<J-Rock> Vander: by all means... -20 for your obnoxiously loud motor, though.
<Reed> *chuckle*
<Vander> JR: Hydrolysis motors are quiet
<Will> <OOC> Surveillance might do for tailing, as well.
Trent gets some more altitude. "I can see the Skull boys from up here."
Will goes as soon as he's picked up Evelyn and seen whether the new guy's coming 
aboard or not.
<Vix> <OOC> Van: A Hog with a quiet motor? YOU'RE OUT OF THE ANGELS, MAN! ;)
<J-Rock> Ah, okee... didn't think you'd build it like that... standard prowl
<Chan> *to Evelyn* "A bunch of strange people ran off in a southeast direction. 
they took a package with them."
<Will> *overhear*eyebrowcock*
<Vander> 20 (needed 38)
<J-Rock> You settle in behind. Does Vander have surveillance?
<Vander> nope
<Will> <OOC> We headed SE currently?
Chan hops about wills vehicle
<Vander> The Hog does have RADAR, tho
<Evelyn> *to Chan* "Mmm. There's a chance that we might have been babysitting a 
nuke. Fun, huh?"
<J-Rock> Will: *nodnod*
<Chan> "A nuke? This should be fun."
<Will> *to Chan* Strange how?"
<Will> +"
Vander quietly monitors any radio traffic that might be happening
Trent keeps watching for hostiles as he flys along.
Vix pulls away from Reed, and then falls in directly alongside Will's jeep, 
matching its speed. "Hidilly hodilly, neighbors."
Reed flips his bike radio to a common CS frequency.
<J-Rock> Just ahead, anybody looking at the CS boyz notices Rex's ears pick up, 
followed by a man riding some kind of horse bearing down upon them with sword 
drawn!
<Chan> "they looked like they were deformed by something. I can't describe it."
Ch`Dith looks up at the cyber-knight wannabe? 
Trent notices it, waits for the horse guy to kill a few before he does anything.
Reed grins evilly, draws his own Zweihander. "CHARGE!"
<Vander> <OOC> That's the spirit, Trent! :)
<Will> *radios* "..." [notices horseman]
Reed guns his cycle.
<J-Rock> On closer inspection, it appears to be a metal statue bearing down upon 
them. Inish
Vix raises his arm in the air, and HOLLERS! (pilot roll passed)
<Reed> 3+2. *ew*
<Ch`Dith> 10+0
Chan pulls his endles revolver.
Trent rolls a 11+4, just for the hell of it.
<Will> 11
<Vix> Eeek. Nat20. :D
Vix <OOC> boogies.
<Vander> 15+6
<Vix> <OOC> Goddamyou. :
<Reed> Vix still goes first... Nat20 beats anything with bonuses
<Evelyn> 11
<Chan> 20 for init
<Vix> <OOC> Yeah, but, it's the fact of the matter. :P
<J-Rock> Chan: Nat 20?
<Chan> yep
<Vix> <OOC> *SMACKS CHAN* Back off, man, this is my gig! ;)
Vander is staying well back from the others to stay concealed. Might use his 
missiles, targeted from his RADAR, if he feels like it
Vix <OOC> pings you all maliciously!
<Vander> <OOC> Vix: NO! Only I Ping! Ping, and Ping alone!
<Vix> <OOC> I, Ping, starring UpLink as Ping.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> I WIELD THE ONE TRUE PING.
Chan pongs vix back maniacly
<Reed> Van: out of curio, does your inish roll include Sixth Sense?
<Vander> Reed: Nope
<Reed> 'k... just curious.
<J-Rock> Combat goes like this... Vix, Chan, Statue, Trent, Bowser, Will, 
Evelyn, Malik, Skelebots, Rex, Steve, Lt. Thornton, and Reed
<Trent> *muttered not radioed* "Kill the skullboys, kill the skullboys, kill the 
skullboys..."
<Ch`Dith> *ahem* 
<J-Rock> Vix, thou art up.
<Chan> "gotta kill 'em all..."
Will pulls to a stop in preparation for his work...
<Trent> JR: Ya forgot 'dith.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *clears throat* Forgetting someone? 
<Reed> umm... where's 'dith in that list... he rolled a 10
<Vander> JR: You forgot me
<J-Rock> between Evelyn and Malik.
Vix fires with the laser rifle at the Statue, still hollering.
<J-Rock> Vander is between Chan and the Statue
<Vix> 18 for strike.
<J-Rock> roll to strike?
<J-Rock> roll damage?
<Vix> 16.
<J-Rock> Chan?
<Ch`Dith> JR: What does evilsense tell me about the Ironman? 
<J-Rock> Ch'D: It's registering as Evil, all right
Chan fires his endless revolver at the statue.
<J-Rock> roll, Chan
<Vix> <OOC> o/~ I AM IRRROOOOOONNMAAAAAAAANNNN! o/~
<Chan> 13 to strike
<Reed> o/~ I AM SANTA CLAUS! O/~ *heavy guitar riffs*
<J-Rock> roll that damage... *snicker*
<Vix> <OOC> *falls out of seat* %D
<Chan> 24
<J-Rock> The shot bounces off the rider, with an audible ricochet sound.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Doesn't Kasia do anything, btw? 
<Reed> <OOC> o/~ Millions of kids each year / Santa must be a billionaire o/~
<Vander> <OOC> I think somebody'll wanna call her, get her back in here
<J-Rock> She might next round, as well as Ru
<J-Rock> <OOC> By all means call
<J-Rock> Vander is up
<Vander> I unload a 3-shot of missiles from the Hog's sidecar at the statue
<Vander> 3 missiles
<J-Rock> roll that beautiful bean footage
<Trent> What?
<Vander> Nat 20!!! >:D
<J-Rock> ooh... roll damage
<Will> <OOC> Trent: Commercial.  Funny one.
<Vix> <OOC> Bitchin'!
Chan steels Vander's juju.
<Vander> That's what damage?
Chan is now known as Chan_Ling
<J-Rock> What kind of missiles were those?
<Vander> Explosive
<Vix> <OOC> Jackie Chan Ling!
Chan_Ling slaps Vix around a bit with a large trout
<Reed> <OOC> is this Chan J. Ling, or Chan. L. Ling?
Vix <OOC> ...s at Chan.
<Chan_Ling> Reed: Yes
<J-Rock> light or medium?
<Vix> <OOC> Default m'hurk slaps suck ass.
<Vander> JR: medium
<Vander> I think
<Vander> Mini-missiles are what?
WhtStar2 [whtstar2@pop03-1-ras1-p119.barak.net.il] has joined #Rifts
<WhtStar2> *sigh* I suppose those 120 problems won't be done by 8:30 anyhow.
<Chan_Ling> Vix: no /as
<J-Rock> 5D6 MDC
<Vander> re Ship
<Will> Re Ship.
Reed sets mode: +o WhtStar2 
<J-Rock> Ship: Roll inish for Ru?
<Chan_Ling> ship.
<Trent> Ay again, Ship
<Reed> 're ship
<Vander> JR: OK And bonus for nat 20?
<Vix> <OOC> Chan: So? It's still a sucky thingamabob.
<WhtStar2> 6+1
<J-Rock> 5D6 MDC*6, (2 for Nat 20, 3 for volley)
<Will> <OOC> If it ain't toast, then whooeee.
<Vander> 25*6= 015 :)
<Vander> -015 +150
WhtStar2 is now known as Ru`ach
Reed watches the missiles fly overhead from behind us...
Ch`Dith OOCly whaps Vander's calculator. 
<Will> . o O (Ah.  Vander must still be around.)
<Trent> "Shit! Incoming!"
<J-Rock> The horse loses a leg, but keeps coming
<Vix> <OOC> o/~ I'm TNT... OY! OY! OY! OY! o/~
<Reed> *blink*
<Reed> front or rear leg?
<J-Rock> Rear
<Reed> and it's still coming?
<Vander> *radioed* to Steve* "After this farking bugger goes down, I want me 
ReND[tm] back."
<J-Rock> The statue charges... the Lt.!
Trent idly wishes he had popcorn.
<Vix> <OOC> It's The Charge of the Light Brigade!
<J-Rock> The statue brings its sword down, but the Lt. uses his vibroblade to 
parry the weapon!
<Trent> <OOC> I think that's actually kind of heavy, don't you?
<Will> *thinkfast*  Roll Lore: Demon 52% passes on 55% Yayas!  Have I heard of 
this thing before?  Any weaknesses?
<Evelyn> <ooc> It's the Heavy Light Brigade, then.
<Chan_Ling> rse bearing down upon them with sword drawn!
<Chan_Ling> <Chan> "they looked like they were deformed by something. I can't 
describe it."
<Chan_Ling> * Ch`Dith looks up at the cyber-knight wannabe?
<Reed> <OOC> I'm guessing Tectonic Entity at this one.
<J-Rock> The vibroblade is sheared off
<Chan_Ling> oops
<Vix> Same as what will did... Lore: D&M... passed.
<J-Rock> Reed: <OOC> And tell him what he's won!"
<J-Rock> Will: As a matter of fact, you think the statue's possessed by a 
Tectonic Entity.
<J-Rock> That's about all you can tell right now
<Trent> . o O (*sigh* shouldn't let the skullboy get killed)
<Reed> <OOC> A 20-volume Encyclopedia International. A case of Turtle Wax. And a 
year's supply of Rice-a-roni, the San Francisco Treat!
<Will> <OOC> Do I know what the blazes a Tectonic Entity *is*?
<J-Rock> The Kill-hound is up, and snaps a shot from his plasma cannon at the 
statue.
<Reed> <OOC> similar to a ghost, but it builds it's own body
<J-Rock> Will: <OOC> or possesses one
<Trent> JR: Forgot me, you did.
<J-Rock> As a matter of fact, I did.
<J-Rock> Go Trent.
<J-Rock> If the Statue's still going after you, Bowser shoots.
<Reed> <OOC> 10 point ref, and UL and Meeth don't count
Trent mentally sighs, chops power to the jetpack, and brings the chainsaw down 2 
handed on the statue's head.
<Will> <OOC> OOh, bet that counts as a Leap Attack.
<Vander> <OOC> Reed: Aaaaaaaw! :(
<J-Rock> Roll for strike?
<Trent> 17+...stuff.  7
<Trent> 24, total
<J-Rock> Roll that damage
<Trent> 17 MD.
<Chan_Ling> Reed: Y can't i answer.
<J-Rock> You chop the Rider's head and left arm off.
<J-Rock> However, the statue continues to move!
<Vix> <OOC> cuz U cant uze proper grammr
<J-Rock> Bowser shoots at the statue!
<J-Rock> horrible shot, but the statue doesn't see it coming
<J-Rock> The plasma bolt shears the rider from the horse, and the horse's head 
from its body. The horse collapses.
<Vander> <OOC> And the dogs will eat well tonight! :)
<J-Rock> Do any of you have See the Invisible running right now?
<Reed> yes
<Will> *to Ru*  "The thing might be a Tectonic Entity - don't know much about 
them, but they seem to maybe possess things.  Can you do anything for it?"
<Ru`ach> *to Will* "I can shoot at it and hope it dies."
<J-Rock> Reed: you see a ball of light coalesce from the wreckage of the statue
Reed shields his eyes.  "That thing's giving off some sort of light."
<Will> *eyebrowcock*  Craziness, or seeing something?
Vander continues watching things thru his RADAR 
<Reed> Will: um... yes? :)
<Ch`Dith> "Look out. It is not defeated yet."
<J-Rock> Everybody can see the ball of light now
<Vix> "Motherfucker! Motherfuckermothermothermotherfuckerfuckerfucker!"
<Will> *to Reed* "What exactly are you... oh."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Dragons don't have see invis turned off ever.
<Trent> . o O (Oh shit.)
<Vander> <OOC> It's Ping in spirit form!
<Chan_Ling> "problem vix?"
<J-Rock> Will is up
Evelyn peers through her plasma cannon's scope. "This is a bad thing, isn't it?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Chan: You mayhap missed the discussion about a minor sun glowing 
where the "knight" was? 
Vix sits on his cycle, babbling an incessant string of curses. He glares at 
Chan. "Only if you like the present arrangement of your limbs and interal 
organs. If you don't mind being splattered across the landscape.. then... no, 
nothing the matter."
<Vander> *to himself* "Get Malik! Get Malik! Farking snad, get MALIK!"
<Will> *to Evelyn*  "Probably."  Gives his rifle a try.
<Chan_Ling> I did see that. I was commenting on the "Motherfucker! 
Motherfuckermothermothermotherfuckerfuckerfucker!" line.
<J-Rock> correction.... check that bit about everybody seeing the ball of light
<Vix> <OOC> Oh? Darn.
<Reed> "I am not seeing things. That sucker's glowing!"
<Will> Erm, then in that case Evelyn didn't see it and my question to Reed gets 
completed.
<J-Rock> My bad, I didn't see that bit about invisible to human eyes.
<Will> +and I'm not firing yet.  Although I ain't putting away the gun either.
Trent hmms as One Winged Angel cues.
<Vix> Oh. Remove my (motherfucker)^5 comment.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Trent: This is not a good sign
<J-Rock> Only those with see the invisble running can see the tectonic entity
<Will> *to Reed*  "Is the glow doing anything?"
<J-Rock> Evelyn is up
<Reed> "Glowing."
<Vix> <OOC> Hrm... is there anything that we can all see still, for us to shoot 
at?
<Trent> <OOC> 'Dith: Yeah, my mp3 player has paranormal powers.  Freaky, no?
<Will> "Moving?"
<Reed> "Not yet."
<Evelyn> <ooc> What Vix said. Aside from the Coalition bastards. ;)
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Trent: Welcome to the club.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> mpg123's randomiser does that all the time
<J-Rock> <OOC> not yet....
Will leans down.  *radioed*  "Reed sees something.  The thing may still be 
active.  Caution."
<Ch`Dith> "*to Will* You recognised the kind of entity. How do we kill it?" 
<Will> "Unfortunately, no clue."
Reed <OOCly> waits for the obligatory "Reed's always seeing things."
<J-Rock> Out of the shadows on to the right appears various misshapen bundles of 
limbs... 2 of them, in fact... Everybody roll a 20-sider.
<Vander> <OOC> Give it a Boot To the Head! :)
<Trent> <OOC> I was thinking that, actually.
<Will> "It's a possessing entity... usually killing the body destroys those, but 
if it's still there..."  [shrug]
<Vix> 19.
<Reed> 4+2 *ew* bad juju
<J-Rock> Will: Roll Demon Lore again?
<Evelyn> .... 5
<Trent> 3.  =P   Add initiave?
<Vander> JR: That include me? I'm looking at IFFs through the radar
<Vix> Shit, man, I've got mad juju tonight.
<J-Rock> no, but this is a HF check
<Chan_Ling> "what the heck is that. oh well. Let's hit it with a rock."
<Will> On the 20-sider I got 2, and on Demon I got 19 pass.
<J-Rock> Vander: are you sure
<Reed> oh, HF...
<Chan_Ling> 15
<Ru`ach> 4
<Ru`ach> 4+5
<Reed> 3+4, then... 7
<Vander> JR: As far as I jnow, yeah
<J-Rock> Vander: don't roll
<Ch`Dith> 13
Ru`ach <OOC> watches her dicebag have holes in it. And no time to fix it.
<Reed> Sheesh, we're all a bunch of walking stiffs tonight.
<Trent> Oh wait... 3+4.  7
<Vix> Reed: I'm not. I've got m4d sk|llz. ;)
Chan_Ling grumbles "i don't have an Init bonus.
<Trent> Vix: Naaah.  You're too stupid to scare.
<J-Rock> Chan: this is a horror check
<Reed> *chuckle*
<J-Rock> OH HELL YEAH! Steve got a Nat20 on the HF check!
<Reed> Chan: besides, it's not the bonuses that count.
<Vander> JR: It's about time! :)
<Reed> JR: it's about time. 5)
<Reed> *ARGH!*
<Vix> Trent: Stupid? Bah. :P
<Will> <OOC> <Vix>:  Whooah, check out the purple thing.. heh... cool... ... OH 
SHIT, THAT ONE'S REAL!"
<Vander> Reed: Get outta my head or start paying rent!
Ru`ach idly fails Lore: Demon miserably!
<Vix> <OOC> Will: %D
<Ru`ach> (92 need 50)
<Reed> Van: Great minds think alike.. this time, you were lounging on mine.
<J-Rock> Will: The tectonic entity can't possess anything for 12 hours after the 
body is destroyed.
Will remembers something.  "Oh, how nice."
<Ch`Dith> JR: Does it bear grudges? 
<Ru`ach> "Mmm?"
Evelyn <OOC> remembers that she has Lore: Demon too. Ohyeah. ;)
<J-Rock> Ch'D: probably, but...
<Will> But since I just failed a HF check miserably, I'll wait to tell folks 
that until I can move again.  ;^)
<Vix> <OOC> Hrm. I should make an extraspecial Discordian OCC. ;)
<Reed> Will: momentarily stunned by disgust, is how I'd make it.
<Vix> <OOC> With vs. HF bonuses for having seen weird shit all their lives. :)
<Chan_Ling> how do I check HF .
<Reed> Chan: 1D20
<J-Rock> The first boschala takes a swipe at Chan!
<Vix> Chan: You roll a 1d20, like the man said.
<Chan_Ling> dodge.
<Vix> Wheefun. Lore: Monsters & Demons passed.. *looks at what will was told*
<Ch`Dith> Didn't we tango with one of these already? 
<Ru`ach> er... wait... what's the thing(s)'s HF?
<J-Rock> Ch'D: That you did... they sprung out
<J-Rock> Ru: 18
<Vix> "Shitmonkeys! More boschalas!"
<J-Rock> Chan: Can't dodge on a failed horror check
Vander [uplink@pm3std2-15.uplink.net] has quit IRC (Ping timeout for 
Vander[pm3std2-15.uplink.net])
<Chan_Ling> shit
<J-Rock> Ch'D: They're sufficiently butt-ugly and varied in appearance to cause 
horror again this time
Vix is now known as Death
<Death> HERE WE GO AGAIN. ALWAYS RUSHING ABOUT. *looks at watch, then at Chan* 
HURRY UP, PLEASE.
Trent *BLINKS* The chainsaw sits forgotten in his hands for a moment.
Death is now known as Vix
<J-Rock> Chan takes... 60 MDC
<Will> *jawclonk*
<J-Rock> power punch, 1d6*10
<Vix> <OOC> *giggle*
Ru`ach blinks. "Aw, shit!"
<J-Rock> I'll allow a roll with impact
<Chan_Ling> yeah roll with impact.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> A fly with impact, more like. Happy sailing into a building
<J-Rock> roll that dice, Chan
Ru`ach sends a hand rummaging for the biggest gun-shaped thing she can find 
while not taking her eyes off the monkeys.
<Vix> <OOC> ... monkeys?
<Chan_Ling> 22
<Reed> 22?
UpLink [uplink@pm3std1-44.uplink.net] has joined #Rifts
Prozac sets mode: +o UpLink 
<Vix> <OOC> ... what?
<UpLink> re
UpLink is now known as Vander
<Chan_Ling> 19+3
<Vix> Oh.
<Vander> What'd I miss?
<Vix> Van: Chan is getting smacked silly! :D
<Vix> also, a special guest appearance by Death himself.
<Vander> Ah
<J-Rock> You suck 30 MDC, and fall to the ground, smacking up against a wall 10 
feet away from the jeep.
<Chan_Ling> "ouch"
Vix watches Chan fly by, and laughs hysterically. "Shit, man, this is the 
funniest goddess damned job I've ever had!"
<J-Rock> the second boschala is cradling a skelebot's torso (with no head) 
between its tentacles and shoots a rolling burst from a railgun at Trent!
<Vander> *watches a red blip on his RADAR fly off the scope* "Whoever that was, 
i hope it wasn't a friendly."
<J-Rock> Ish... got a 13
Trent 's eyes go wide, and he tries to roll with the impact.
<J-Rock> roll then
<Trent> 2+10.  Yeesh.
<Chan_Ling> brb
<J-Rock> 15 MDC to you, Trent
<Vix> <OOC> *giggle*
<Chan_Ling> bak
Trent screams as the burst slams into his left shoulder armor, with a few of the 
slugs hitting his arm
<J-Rock> About this time, a shuffling sound from the left grabs your attention, 
and some monstrosity that appears to be made out of Death's Head SAMAS parts 
shuffles into view and sprays the CS gits with a railgun!
<Ru`ach> btw... JR: what did I reach back for?
<Will> . o O (Starting to be a lot of these things around...)
<Vix> "YES! It's Coalition Deathmatch! This is the most funny day I've ever 
had!"
<J-Rock> Ru: you reached back and found... a NG-57 ion blaster
Trent hmms... wonders what 1 MD to an unprotected arm would do
<J-Rock> probably blow it off
<Reed> Trent: remove the arm?
<Evelyn> Trent: splay?
<Evelyn> :)
<Ru`ach> JR: book/page?
<Evelyn> err, splat
<Trent> <OOC> 'ats about what I thought.
<Reed> main book, p. 224
<J-Rock> Ru: Rifts main, p. 224
<Ru`ach> :9
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Raenars Gun Of Doom
<Reed> Ru: 2 settings: 2D4 and 3D6, 10 shots per E-clip
<Ru`ach> Reed: *nod* got it.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> +5 to strike against clueless powergamers.
<Vander> . o O (I gotta be nuts, sticking around to waste missiles on a mess of 
uglies that'll be dead of rad burns and fallout in a few hours, when I *should* 
be hauling ass outta here!)
<J-Rock> The skelebots turn and shoot at this new monstrosity.
Trent clenches his teeth, drops the chainsaw, and clamps his right hand over his 
left arm where the the slug or 2 hit.
<Reed> Trent: arm still there?
<J-Rock> One skelebot hits the SAM parts, 
<J-Rock> but the second's shot is dodged.
<Trent> Reed: I figured about 1 MD, so prolly not.
<Reed> hrrm...
Ru`ach pointsandshoots?
<J-Rock> Steve brings the Plow into Tank mode.... which means Vix is back up
<Reed> <OOC> AR doesn't count with MDC armor... not likely the arm would get 
hit, unless you have IC reasons for it getting hit.
Vix fires off a blast at one of the boschalas.
<Chan_Ling> JR: what's the order?
<J-Rock> Chan: You're after Vix
<Vix> 13.
Vander ponders wasting a few more missiles
<J-Rock> roll...
<J-Rock> Vix: which one you shooting at?
<Vix> Uh. The one with the railgun.
<J-Rock> roll damage
<Ru`ach> JR: erm? Don't we roll again for a new melee?
<J-Rock> Ru: no, there's more attacks left in this melee
<Vix> 23.
<J-Rock> *nod* 
<J-Rock> Chan?
<Ru`ach> JR: Ahh...
<J-Rock> you're flat on your back, holding a laser pistol.
<Vix> <OOC> TOAS-TEEEEEEEEEEE!
<J-Rock> Vix: how many attacks do you have?
<Vix> JR: Two per melee. This'd be my second.
<Vix> s/this/that'd have
Chan_Ling cast fire blast at the one with the railgun
<J-Rock> Vix: so you'll be out
<Vix> *nod*
<Vander> I still have an action for this melee
<J-Rock> Chan: you are aware that your PPE cost is doubled, right?
<Chan_Ling> yeah
<J-Rock> roll to strike
<Chan_Ling> 19
<J-Rock> roll damage
<Chan_Ling> twhat's the damage on a fire blast
<Chan_Ling> -t
<J-Rock> 4D6 MDC
<J-Rock> I assume you mean fire bolt?
<Chan_Ling> no blast
<Reed> Fire Blast, IIRC, is from FoM.
Ru`ach <OOC> looks it up...
<Chan_Ling> 15
<J-Rock> So I gathered. Anyone got FoM, coz I don't
<J-Rock> don't roll damage yet, Chan
<Reed> hrrm... actually, I don't see it listed there...
<Ru`ach> 3D6 MD
<J-Rock> 15's about right, then
<Chan_Ling> reed you helped me write this char
<Reed> oh, there it is.
<Chan_Ling> 15
<Reed> couldn't find it at first. :P
Vander [uplink@pm3std1-44.uplink.net] has quit IRC (Ping timeout for 
Vander[pm3std1-44.uplink.net])
<J-Rock> Vander?
<J-Rock> Great...
Vix <OOC> eats strawberry-flavored applesauce.... what the fuck is the point?
<Trent> *chuckle* Now *THAT*'s timing
<Chan_Ling> brb
<Will> <OOC> 'Cuz strawberry doesn't make good sauce by itself.
<Will> <OOC> Maybe?
<J-Rock> Vander gets his action when he gets back from the PTO
<Vix> <OOC> Yeah... but why... dye it... blue....
Trent OOCly suddenly ponders kiwisauce
<Vix> <OOC> :9
<J-Rock> Anyhow, Chan needs to save vs. psi...
Vander [uplink@pm3std1-44.uplink.net] has joined #Rifts
Prozac sets mode: +o Vander 
<Vander> re
<Reed> 're Van
<J-Rock> Vander: you be up
<Vander> How badly lagged was I?
<J-Rock> And Chan needs to save vs. psi
<Reed> Van: you died just as it was your turn
<Vander> That ugly conglomeration of CS armours still up and kicking?
<Reed> ee-yup
<J-Rock> Van: yupyup
Vander fires three more missiles at it
<J-Rock> roll
<Chan_Ling> bak
Chan_Ling food gets
<Vander> 17+4
Trent winces some more, wonders how much blood he's losing.
<J-Rock> Chan: saveth vs. psi, si vu plait
<J-Rock> The conglomerate attempts to shoot down the missiles. 
<Chan_Ling> what am I comparing?
<Vander> Chan: vs Psi
<Chan_Ling> 6
<Ch`Dith> Chan_Ling: Roll the damn die already!
<Ch`Dith> ahh
<Reed> *oooh* FAILURE!
<Vix> Diediedie!
<Vix> or something equally bad!
Evelyn disappears into the void <[12:46 AM]:> AutoGone - 20 min  <[Log:OFF]>
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: Gonna hafta update your quitquote again :)
<J-Rock> it hits...
<Reed> Van: most likely. %)
Evelyn returns from the void <[VoiD]>
<J-Rock> Vander's missile volley is shot down, and Chan loses 20 ISP.
<Chan_Ling> thanx will. 
<Trent> "Did anyone... see... where... my arm... went?"
<J-Rock> Reed: The tectonic entity glows more bright for a second.
Ru`ach <OOC> wonders if she saw what happened to Trent...
<Vander> "Crud puppies! Gotta get a better targeting system!"
<J-Rock> Trent: you didn't lose your arm, although it felt like it from the 
armor splinters hitting your arm.
Reed shields his eyes... "It's glowing brighter."
<Vix> *to Trent* "It's still there, man... hey, want some pain killer?" *grni*
<Vix> s/grni/grin
<Trent> <OOC> Aww... damn close.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Chan: umm, what does Will have to do with your lousy roll?
<J-Rock> The boschala move again
<Ch`Dith> JR: umm... don't the rest of us get actions? 
<Chan_Ling> Will told me that lower is best so I tried rolling low. Let me try 
again.
<Vix> Chan: Uhm.
<Reed> no second chance to roll.
<Will> How can you "try" rolling low?
<J-Rock> Ch'D: you do, the rest needed to serve their horror penalties.
<Trent> Erm... no?
<J-Rock> Chan: You only lost 20 ISP
<J-Rock> Boschala 1 swings at Chan
<J-Rock> 8+2, and Chan has used up his actions
<Chan_Ling> dodge.
<Reed> can't dodge...
<Reed> no more actions.
<Vix> *giggle*
<J-Rock> Chan: Read my lips. You've used up your actions. You can't dodge.
<Chan_Ling> I just realized that
Ch`Dith has kicked Chan_Ling from #Rifts (YOU DONT HAVE ANY ACTIONS LEFT! PAY 
ASMEGGINGTTENTION!)
Chan_Ling [k75bhsh@bngr209-74-53ppp62.epix.net] has joined #Rifts
Reed sets mode: +o Chan_Ling 
<Evelyn> Ch'Dith: That was a bit uncalled for.
<J-Rock> Chan: Do you attempt to parry?
<Will> He said he realized it.
<Reed> Ch: a tad excessive.
<Chan_Ling> sure
<Vander> Ch'D: Chill
<Vix> DS: Hey, he got up at 4am. Give him a break. ;)
<J-Rock> roll then
<Reed> ... parry w/ what?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Okay, sorry.
<Evelyn> Vix: Pfft. Kei does that every day. ;)
<Vix> Reed: Why, his cold, dead, body, of course! ;)
<Vix> <OOC> Ev: ...why? ;)
<Evelyn> Vix: because it's her job? ;)
<Chan_Ling> what's happening again?
<Ru`ach> Eve: Yeah, so do I. But it's tougher on people who do it only once in a 
while.
<Evelyn> anyway.
<Vix> <OOC> Ev: Wheeeee?
<Will> Chan: you're parrying an attack.
<Reed> Chan: yer being attacked by a fugly
<J-Rock> 15 MDC to you, Chan...
<Chan_Ling> what's the weapon?
<Reed> the critter's fist?
<Reed> s/fist/claw/
<J-Rock> You're being swiped at by a limb that looks like a crab claw
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Chan: Something happen to your short-term memory when I kicked 
you? 
<Chan_Ling> my survival knife
<Ch`Dith> Chan_Ling: Were you wielding your survival knife? 
Kasia [aris@p221.amax10.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has joined #Rifts
<Chan_Ling> yes NO FUCKIN' SCROLL
<J-Rock> roll to parry, -2 because the knife's so dang small
Reed sets mode: +o Kasia 
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Appropriately named as it is.
<Vander> Oi, Kasia
<J-Rock> Oi Kasia... roll inish
<Chan_Ling> 18
<Reed> 'lo Kas
<Chan_Ling> 18 to parry
<Trent> 're, Kasia
<J-Rock> The knife SHATTERS!
<Ru`ach> re, kas!
<J-Rock> Mark that knife off your char sheet
<Reed> btw, what action is this?
<Reed> 2 or 3?
<J-Rock> as a knife fragment slices your cheek open... take SDC unless you
<Chan_Ling> my third
<J-Rock> Reed: 2nd action
<Reed> 'k
<J-Rock> Chan only got two actions
<J-Rock> Chan: You have your helmet on or no?
katster [katster@stk-crl-1-39.internetuser.net] has joined #Rifts
Prozac sets mode: +o katster 
<Prozac> [katster] Still crazy after all these years...
Kasia is now known as Aris_TGD
<Vander> Oi, kat
<Chan_Ling> helm?
<J-Rock> oi kats
<Will> Moo kats.
<katster> moo.
<Reed> chan: to your armor? does it have a helmet?
<Chan_Ling> I guess
<Reed> you guess?  yes or no.
<Chan_Ling> yes
<Chan_Ling> brb
<J-Rock> Your helmet gets scuffed up bad, and your left eyehole in the helmet 
gets a scratch from flying shrapnel
<J-Rock> Second Boschala shoots at Chan as it begins to walk toward the first
<J-Rock> Fortunately for you, the GM rolled a 1 and railslugs pockmark the wall 
all around Chan without hitting him!
Vix <OOC> watches Speed_Racer_Bork_Bork_Bork.mp3 come on. ACK! *^C^C^C^C!*
<J-Rock> The SAM conglomeration shoots at a skelebot
<J-Rock> ish. Nat 20
<J-Rock> Railslugs pock the skelebot's chest
<J-Rock> Ch'Dith: Thou art finally up
<Vander> <OOC> Reed: Catch
<Reed> catch what?
<Vix> <OOC> *studio audience* Go Ch'Dith! Kick some ass! 
Ch`Dith was getting ready to slash at the bosch, sees Trent go down and rushes 
over, applying Healing Touch
<Vander> <OOC> Wuss! Wuss!
<Vix> <OOC> *audience* Boooooo!
Evelyn <ooc> scrolls. Did we actually roll inish after the HF chech?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> We used the inish we had.
<J-Rock> Eve: they showed up in the middle of the round
<Trent> `Dith: I think the GM retconned the whole stump thing.
<Evelyn> Ah.
<Reed> Trent: even so, you're bleeding excessively
<Ch`Dith> In that case, scratch previous. Bodily leap at the bosch with the 
railgun. Revert to dragon form halfway in the jump for added impact  momentum
<Trent> *shrug*  Friggin' cheap armor.  ;)
<Ch`Dith> 16+0 to strike
<J-Rock> Malik shoots at the SAM conglom... but it dodges!
<Vander> <OOC> Reed: *That* is a Feglanrakkian. Veert. Remember him now?
<J-Rock> Ch'D: the bosch can't dodge... roll damage
<Reed> ain't looked
<Vix> <OOC> Tee-hee!
<Will> *thought*... On the SAM conglomeration, is there an ammo tank anywhere 
noticeable?
<Ch`Dith> 4 MDC
<J-Rock> Will: No
<Will> Oh well.
<Trent> Railgun ammo ain't explosive anyhoo
<Vander> <OOC> <Ch'Dith> "I am transformed!"
<Vander> :)
<Will> Trent: Another good point.
<J-Rock> Ru is up
<Will> <OOC> <Ch`Dith> Kawaru wa yo!"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> literal flying tackle.
Ru`ach fire bolts at something random... Happens to be Chan. Ooops.
<Ru`ach> She's a confuseded gal right now. ;)
<J-Rock> roll to strike?
<Ru`ach> 13+4
<Chan_Ling> brb
<Vander> <OOC> Bad, Ru-chan! Bad!
<J-Rock> roll that damage, Ru. No pudding cup for you! You didn't stay good!
<Ru`ach> 20MDC.
<J-Rock> Chan's armor is now scrap metal hanging off him
<Ru`ach> JR: That's all?
<J-Rock> You barely got through the armor
<Vander> *radioed to Steve* "Somebody wanna get that walking target off the 
field?"
<J-Rock> his armor's gone. one hit will kill him
<Vix> <OOC> <Kiki> Stay good, Ru! STAY GOOD!
<Vix> <OOC> Dang, what a time to be out of actions! .. would I get XP for 
killing Chan? ;)
Chan_Ling has kicked Ru`ach from #Rifts ("knock it the fuck off")
Ru`ach [whtstar2@pop03-1-ras1-p119.barak.net.il] has joined #Rifts
<J-Rock> <Steve> *radioed to Vander* "Which one?"
Trent sets mode: +o Ru`ach 
<Vix> Chan: Uncalled for. 
Ch`Dith sets mode: -o Chan_Ling 
<Ch`Dith> THAT was uncalled for.
Ru`ach goes.
Vander sets mode: -o Ch`Dith 
Prozac sets mode: +o Ch`Dith 
<J-Rock> nites Ru
<Vander> Later Ru
Vander sets mode: +o Chan_Ling 
Ru`ach [whtstar2@pop03-1-ras1-p119.barak.net.il] has quit IRC (Tests, tests...)
Reed has kicked Chan_Ling from #Rifts (THAT was uncalled for)
Chan_Ling [k75bhsh@bngr209-74-53ppp62.epix.net] has joined #Rifts
<J-Rock> One of the skelebots takes a shot at the SAM conglomeration...
Reed sets mode: +o Chan_Ling 
<Chan_Ling> well let's see. Everyone seems to want to kill me.
<Will> <OOC> OKAY.  ENOUGH.
<Vander> Reed: That kick was extraneous
<Vander> And unnecessary
<Vix> <OOC> What will said. :P
<J-Rock> The skelebot barely hits... and since the Conglom's out of actions...
<Vander> <OOC> Suggestion: Next person to kick gets their char killed
<J-Rock> a pockmark finds its way into the conglom
<J-Rock> Van: <OOC> Motion seconded.
<Vix> <OOC> Thirded!
<J-Rock> The second skelebot runs over to a building
<Vix> "Fuckin' coward!"
<J-Rock> Rex the sniffer dog runs over to help the skelebot produce the box... 
lettering reads "HUMAN ORGANS".
<Vix> "... oh."
<J-Rock> Steve turns the Plow's main gun on the conglomeration!
<Vander> *radioed to Steve* "That our prototype?"
<Trent> <OOC> KILL THE CS!
Reed sees this. *radioed* "Steve, the nuke is the prototype."
Aris_TGD glances up... Van: That motion passed, I see.
<Vix> *radioed* "Neat! Human organs! Can I have some for... uh.... experiments?
<J-Rock> <Steve> *radioed* "I figured as much."
<Vander> <OOC> Aris: *nod*
Aris_TGD has kicked Vander from #Rifts (Go ahead. Make my day. PLEASE. NOW. 
DAMMIT.)
<Vix> <OOC> ... wha?
Vander [uplink@pm3std1-44.uplink.net] has joined #Rifts
Ch`Dith radios *Our employer is going to have some explaining to do.*
Aris_TGD goes back to reading Sluggy.
Prozac sets mode: +o Vander 
<Trent> <OOC> Erk?
<Vander> What was that?
<Reed> *radioed* "Your call. Stay and fight, or bug out?"
<J-Rock> I take it Aris wants Kasia gone...
<Vander> Guess so
<Aris_TGD> Wow. Someone figures it out.
<J-Rock> <Steve> "We're sticking around."
<Ch`Dith> JR: really? 
<Will> *radioed* "Stay and fight.  Demonic evil is demonic evil."
<Chan_Ling> "let's get outta here."
Vix shouts in Dragonese, "I say we kill the CS, and dispose of the nuke 
ourselves! Who's with me?"
<J-Rock> Lt. Thornton takes a potshot at a boschala
<Will> [points to Chan]  "You.  Run.  Without that armor, you're likely to get 
killed."
<Vix> (skillroll for Language passed, BTW)
Trent picks himself up off of the street and grabs his saw. "Kill!"
Chan_Ling runs
Will listens to Vix shout something in what's probably a language...
<Vix> Will: That's the point. Couldn't very well say it in english, could I? %)
Trent hmms, notes that Trent speaks Dragonese
<J-Rock> Reed is up
<Vander> <OOC> And we never got to kill malik. >:/
Ch`Dith roars in the same language "AFTER they disarm the thing would be a good 
idea."
<Reed> <OOC> *finally* :)
<Vix> *in dragonese* "Well, yes, okay! Agreed!"
Reed launches three missiles at the first boschala(sp?)
<J-Rock> roll to strike... boschala 1's out of actions!
<Reed> 13+4
<Reed> 20*3 if they hit
<Vander> *radioed to Steve* "Just a thought. What if those uglies were taking 
the bomb back through a Rift to wherever they cam e from?"
Chan_Ling finds a place to fix his armor.
<Reed> Chan: with that much damage, yer better off replacing it.
<Chan_Ling> Ga2go. JR: make sure they take me with them if they leave.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> What armor? 
<J-Rock> <Steve> *radioed back* "What would be the point? He said it was set to 
blow in three hours!"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> There's not enough left to fix.
<Chan_Ling> that armor is TW I can fix it.
<Reed> that armor is *gone*.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *facedesk*
<Will> Chan: Maybe, but it would be easier just to replace it.
<Chan_Ling> going
<Reed> complete 0 MDC 
Chan_Ling [k75bhsh@bngr209-74-53ppp62.epix.net] has quit IRC (Speak softly and 
carry a +6 Ion Cannon.)
<J-Rock> A brick from the crumbling wall falls down and hits Chan in the head, 
knocking him unconscious.
<Vix> <OOC> Hehehehe!
Vander watches one of the blips on his RADAR sudenly get stars and birdies 
flying in circles around it?
<Reed> JR: you get my damage roll?
<J-Rock> Reed: *nod*
<Reed> 'k
<Reed> it is dead yet?
Evelyn disappears into the void <[1:24 AM]:> AutoGone - 20 min  <[Log:OFF]>
<Will> <OOC> Well.  That says something.
<J-Rock> Reed: not even close
<J-Rock> Vander's got one action yet?
<Vander> nope
<Vander> <OOC> These fight sequences really do take too much time.
<Reed> yes
<J-Rock> *NOD*
<Vander> <OOC> Everybody ammo dump on Malik and RUN!
<J-Rock> <OOC> LOL
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Someone needs to reread the rifts combat system so he doesn't 
need to ask three times what to roll for every action.
<Vander> <OOC> Ch'D: Meeth doesn't have any manuals
<J-Rock> The tectonic entity that Reed sees is fading into the earth and out of 
the action
<Evelyn> <ooc> Somebody needs to stop venting at somebady else. ;)
<Vander> <OOC> Eve: *nod*
<Evelyn> s/ady/ody/
<J-Rock> Trent's up
<Vander> <OOC> Gotta scram for the night folx. Just say Vander cut donuts and 
buzzed back to base
<J-Rock> Vander: Will do
<Vander> Later
<Will> <OOC> Later.
Vander [uplink@pm3std1-44.uplink.net] has quit IRC ()
Trent picks himself up off of the ground, grabs his saw, and runs at the 
nearest... thing. You know what I'm talking about.
J-Rock nods... roll to hit
<Trent> 2+7
<J-Rock> roll damage
<Trent> 13
<J-Rock> Bowser shoots a plasma shot at the boschala with the railgun!
<J-Rock> and hits for 19 MDC
Ch`Dith is in the way?
<J-Rock> Will is up
Will aims for a kneecap on something big.
<J-Rock> roll
<Will> Modifier?
<Reed> 13 or better to strike the kneecap
<J-Rock> called shot, -1
<Will> 11+3 W.P. + 2 Sniper -1 Called Shot = 15 total.
<J-Rock> roll damage
<Will> 18 MD.
<J-Rock> one of the dog-like front legs falters a bit as your shot hits. 
Evelyn's up
<J-Rock> Evelyn?
Evelyn <ooc> is awake. Justasec. ;)
Evelyn lines the old plasma gun square on the boschala's chest and lets loose. 
(16)
<J-Rock> roll damage...which one are you shooting at?
<Evelyn> Ehm, the one Bowser's shooting at
<J-Rock> roll damage
<Evelyn> 20
<J-Rock> The boschala begin to twist and flow together.... ultimately merging 
into one very large boschala!
<Reed> "Oh, shit."
<Will> "Wow, neat."
<Will> <OOC> [Grin]
<Trent> . o O (Hey... like those toys)
<J-Rock> Ch'Dith is up
<katster> <ooc> who ya gonna call?  Ghostbusters!
J-Rock shakes the dwagon
Ch`Dith lets fly a blast of flame at the combined monstrosity
<J-Rock> roll strike
<Reed> Methinks everyone's falling asleep... this melee's gone on 2 hours... 
let's bug out,a nd let the CS deal with this thing.
<Ch`Dith> 18. Damn, where was this juju when I needed HF? 
<J-Rock> damage?
<Ch`Dith> 13 MDC
<J-Rock> hmmm... too many principals in the fight anyhow.
<Reed> and the CS has the bomb.
<J-Rock> Malik takes the bomb and flies West at top speed out of the area!
<Will> <OOC> Let's just role-play for 20 more minutes or so.  I want to give the 
client a word of advice on lying to the North Star Company.
<Reed> I said "bug out", not "quit"
<Reed> :)
<J-Rock> Fastforwarding....
<Reed> *whew*
Trent eventually retreats to his bike, burns rubber.
Ch`Dith tangoes with the bosch thing until everyone else is out of range, then 
'ports away and rejoins the group
Vix jumps on his cycle, and follows Trent.
Reed heads home.
Aris_TGD is now known as Asmor
Will grabs Chan's unconscious form on the way out, too.
Reed pulls into the motor pool, heads over angrily to the office.
Will does likewise.
<Reed> +sword in plain view.
J-Rock joins in as well... brings Kasia with him...
<Will> . o O (Hmm... /Probably/ not going to kill her.)
Evelyn has a few choice words for the client as well... many of them of the 
four-letter variety.
<J-Rock> err, Steve does that
Trent , once he's back at the base, strips off his armor. "Goddamn it, that 
hurts." He gingerly pulls a few of the splinters out of himself before storming 
over to the office with everyone else.
Reed kicks the door open, points the sword at her throat. "You knew it was a 
nuclear warhead. Didn't you?"
<Will> "Anya, hon.  Hi.  How'd your day go?  Ours?  Oh, we got lied to by the 
customer, saw a few dead bodies, nearly became some.  Overall, not my best 
work."
Ch`Dith stays outside, watching Vander disassemble the customer's vehicle
katster is now known as Anya
<J-Rock> <Ms. Johnson> "I didn't know."
Trent follows Reed, the blood from the splinters soaking through his shirt. 
"Bullshit."
<Reed> "Bullshit. You knew. That's why you knew the opposition was Coalition."
<Reed> "Because you stole it from them."
<Will> "Of course, the company may have just kept her in the dark.  Plausible 
deniability."
<Reed> there is a snarl in his voice.
<Anya> <OOC> Will, you actually talking at me?  I'm prolly holed up in my room, 
attempting to read a book and failing miserably.
Trent draws his pistol and aims it at her head.
Vix stays outside, and regards Ch'Dith. "What was the point of all this?"
<Will> <OOC> Remove comment, then.
Vix sighs. 
<J-Rock> "My client said I could trust her to get the supplies! Don't kill me, I 
swear that's all I know!"
<Ch`Dith> "Lessons learned, one would guess
<Ch`Dith> "
<Will> "*Your* client?"
<Reed> "Bull-fucking-shit."
<J-Rock> "My supplier, beg pardon. It's hard to talk when you have a gun in your 
fuckin' face!"
<Trent> "You'll make do."
<Reed> <OOC> (and a sword at the throat)
<Vix> "And yet, the ones of my race who must learn the lessons have not. I heard 
tale at my home that nuclear weapons started all this, opened the rifts, brought 
on the dark age, and all. Have they learned nothing?"
<Ch`Dith> "It would seem not." 
<Vix> "Indeed."
<J-Rock> <Steve> "Probably not, but that's neither here nor there."
<Reed> "Hand over the money, and we *may* call it even."
<J-Rock> <Steve> "Just who is your 'supplier', anyway?"
Anya attempts to read the same paragraph for the sixth time in a book, fails 
miserably again, throws it across the room in a deepening pile.
<J-Rock> Ms. Johnson obediently hands over the money.
Ch`Dith gives vix a deep stare. "Your kind has a history of repeating their 
mistakes, claiming that they will not simply because they remember them. The 
trap is obvious -- to anyone not walking into it."
Asmor steps through a Rift... into the path of Anya's book. "Ow!"
Reed removes the sword from her throat.
Anya looks up at the sound.  "Sorry."  She doesn't sound all that sorry, though.
<Will> "And spread the word - we are not pawns.  Give us the facts, and we'll do 
the job.  Otherwise, we don't intend to pay for someone else's game."
Asmor rubs her shoulder. "'sokay. I just didn't expect it."
Trent keeps his pistol leveled firmly on a spot right between her eyes.
Asmor leans down, picks up the book. "Hunh. 'Erin Tarn' - whozat?"
<J-Rock> <Steve> "Also keep in mind it'll be a cold day in hell before we ever 
accept a contract from your company again."
<Vix> "There is a saying I heard from Father Aitchtoo Essohfore. *Language: 
Techno-can roll passed* When forging forward, you do not see what you have 
missed."
Trent has gotta go now.
Anya smiles through tears.  "The best damn scholar on the planet."
<J-Rock> Ms. Johnson leaves... and we'll wrap it up here.
<Vix> Everything after the roll, incidentally, would be in technocan, for those 
who are reality-impaired. ;)
<Asmor> "Hunh. Interesting. Say... you okay?"
Trent [KillJoy@ocw82tc5.gdinet.com] has quit IRC (It's been one of those 
days...)
<Will> "Vix?  Someday I'm gonna have to hear how your folks get those names."
<Anya> "Not really.  I got left behind when everybody else went to help a 
client.  Nice of 'em."   *sighs s'more*
Ch`Dith passes his TC roll as well.... ".... And the flaw in your design that 
you have failed to find after days of searching will be immediately obvious to 
anyone looking over your shoulder."
<Vix> *to Will* "They are chosen. Vix is only a nickname."
<Will> Speaking of which...
Asmor frowns. "You know... maybe we should start with introductions. I'm 
Asmoranomardicadastanaculdacar. I'm a chef. You?"
Vix nods to Ch'Dith. "Well said."
<Will> ...JR, mind if I take this intergame opportunity to do what I thought of 
a few games back and program the sentry bots so they don't attack customers 
until they're threats?
Reed goes from the office. "Call me if you need me."
Anya smiles.  "Anya Morchenko, scholar and part-time mercenary, or so it seems."  
Smiles again.
<Vix> <OOC> ...ohyeah... Will would have known what H2 SO4 is, wouldn't he? %)
<J-Rock> Will: By all means.. get Vander to help you
You are now known as Aengaela
<Will> <OOC> Yup.  Umm... yeah, it's a term one might find in Biology.
<Asmor> "Ahh. Sounds interesting." *cocks her head as if listening* "Say, um, do 
you mind me asking an odd question?"
<Vix> <OOC> Sulphuric acid? In Biology? :)
<Anya> "Feel free.  I live for the occasional strange question."
<Vix> <OOC> Hrmmm. Father Tetrahydrocarabinol. >%)
<J-Rock> <Kasia> "Looks like she was telling the truth about her supplier saying 
she could trust her. From what I could tell, her mind had been messed with." 
<Steve> "Still doesn't make getting lied to any easier to take."
<Will> <OOC> Maybe.  Otherwise, he wouldn't, he doesn't have Chemistry.
<J-Rock> Vix: LOL %)
Aengaela flies down as she hears two people talking in the women's dorms.
<Asmor> "I'm glad. Um... where am I? I kind of had to shift fast... which was 
why I wasn't prepared to intercept any projectiles." She waves the book.
Will does the bot thing with Van.
<Anya> "Somewhere right close to the Kingdom of Worth, in Lone Star."
Vix draws an electric schematic on the ground, with his staff.
Evelyn sighs." Well, looks like I'm out of a job." Her lips curve into a pouty 
smirk, and she looks to Steve. (8, needed 50 for charm) "Say, you wouldn't be 
hiring, would you?"
Aengaela walks into the dorm, stops short. "Oh! I didn't know you had company... 
I didn't see anyone come in."
<Asmor> "Ahh. Okay. That would help if I knew where Worth was. Or Lone Star, for 
that matter."
Anya sighs at the mess on the floor.  "I've really got to learn to control my 
temper."  
<Vix> (For anyone with Basic Electronics or an equivalent, it would appear to be 
a transistor radio, very simple, tho)
Asmor glances over at the bird-woman. "Serra stock?"
<J-Rock> <Steve to Ch'Dith> "We obviously need to come up with a method of 
background checking to make sure this doesn't happen again."
<Asmor> s/stock/lineage/ - was looking for that word, couldn't remember it.
<Will> <OOC> Oh my.  It really *is* from the M:TG universe.
Anya looks up, sees Aengaela.  "A few minutes ago, I wouldn't have expected it 
either."
Aengaela eyebrowraises at the newcomer. "Say huh? No, Aeralon."
<J-Rock> <Steve to Evelyn> "Sure, we'd be glad to have you. Welcome to the North 
Star Company."
<Aengaela> "I'm Aengaela."
Anya pulls out another book from the bookcase, holds it in her hands, listening.
Asmor nods. "Mmm. Never heard of 'em, but... hi. I'm Asmoranomar... never mind. 
Just call me Asmor."
<Ch`Dith> *To steve* "Evil intent and even lies are things I can sense without 
major effort. Anything deeper would be difficult, and possibly detrimental to 
the prospective client -- not to mention unethical."
<Aengaela> *smile* "Asmor it is."
<Asmor> "I'm a chef, and recently part-time Planeswalker. You? I assume you're 
both working in the same group..."
Anya sighs at the cover...recognizes it, even though she can't remember the 
words at the moment to translate the title.
<Ch`Dith> "What would ultimately work best would be attaining a reputation for 
being hard to trick and dealing harshly with those who succeed in tricking us."
<Evelyn> "Misery loves company, eh?" Evelyn says, pausing at the office door. 
"And this certainly was a miserable affair."
<J-Rock> <Steve to Ch'Dith> "Hmm... you've got a point. Today just couldn't be 
helped."
<Aengaela> she turns to Anya. "Here's my work... how you say, teacher?" She 
hands Anya a paper with words scrawled over it.
<J-Rock> <Steve to Evelyn> "That it was. Why don't you get yourself something to 
eat?"
<Aengaela> her handwriting is beautiful, but her spelling leaves *much* to be 
desired.
<Ch`Dith> "I'd prefer to track down whoever used her as a shield and make our 
displeasure known." 
<Vix> <OOC> "Chim-poko-man! Gotta buy em all! BUYBUYBUY!"
Anya tries desperately to remember what the assignment was.  "I'm sorry, 
Aengaela.  I must be growing senile in my old age.  I forgot what I assigned to 
you."
<Aengaela> "Simple spelling, you said."
J-Rock removes the GM's hat. We now return you to your regularly scheduled free-
form roleplay.
J-Rock is now known as SteveM
<Evelyn> "I'll do that," Evelyn says, giving Steve a once-over before 
disappearing mess-ward.
<Anya> "That's right."  
<SteveM> Kasia gives Steve a @bap.
Vix walks to the motorpool, selects a cycle, and proceeds to drive at breakneck 
speed, around the perimeter of the base. (pilot roll passed) He's also singing 
something bizarre about lemons, eagles, and FNORD! as he does so. 
Asmor reaches down to scratch the ears of a cat who just materialized around her 
legs. "Not now, Frankenstien. I'll cook you up something later, 'k?"
<SteveM> "Ow!"
Anya scowls at the piece of paper that's intruded on her life.  "Nice 
handwriting.  You've been practicing?"
<Vix> "o/~ Sha-na-na! FNORD! I can see the end of time! FNORD! Sha-ba-la! 
Queequeequee! Hoophoppityhop! Mine eyes have seen the pistachios! AND THE 
MANGOS! fnord. o/~"
<Vix> . o ( Man, I'm really bored.. I usually don't sing, when I do this. )
<Aengaela> "Handwriting is a requirement back home.  Your language is... *some 
Aeralon word*"
Will , while programming, idly wonders if it's about to start raining whisks.
<Will> <10 pt. ref.>
Ch`Dith blinks, then frowns.
<SteveM> *to Ch'Dith* "We are definitely hiring a shrink."
<Vix> <OOC> Gno! Gno! >%)
Anya grins.  "Will is much much better at the translations than I am.  Spelling 
needs a bit of work, you're forgetting those silent e's again."
<Evelyn> <ooc> No Gno
<Evelyn> ;)
<Vix> <OOC> Dammit. %)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> hrmm..... dragons can sense ley lines and nexxi at 20 miles... 
can they sense rifts opening as well? 
<Aengaela> Ch: They should... 
Vix stops the circular driving, and drives the cycle back into the motorpool.
<Will> *to Vix* "Are we blessed now?"
Ch`Dith looks up sharply. "That was... *trails off*
<Vix> *to Will* "You're familiar with the Buxley Cabal?"
<Will> *headshake no*
<SteveM> *to Ch'D* "What was?"
<Aengaela> "I will work on it."
Ch`Dith teleports into the womens' barracks  right behind Anya
Anya nods.  "I know you will...You're a pretty hard worker."
Ch`Dith OOCly is in dragon form right now
<Evelyn> <ooc> Peeping tom!
<Aengaela> <OOC> neat trick, considering she's setting in a bunk right now.
Asmor looks up at the man who just appeared. Frowns. "Huh. Shivan?"
<Asmor> s/man/dragon/
<Vix> "Ah. Then I won't even bother trying to explain what the hell I was doing. 
You'd never even begin to comprehend... unless you understand advanced 
metaphysics. Which I don't, but I've been told it helps."
Anya looks at the book in her hands, heaves it across the room into the pile.  
"Goddamnit."
SteveM OOCly listens for the cries of "Hentai!"
<Ch`Dith> "I assume you are the origin of the rift I sensed opening moments 
ago?"
Aengaela reaches down to give the cat a scritch between the ears, and her Object 
Read flares.
<Aengaela> impressions: 27, needed 54
<Asmor> <OOC> Aen: Frankenstien is not an "object"! ;)
<Aengaela> should work on people and animals, too, iirc
Anya stretches around, sees Ch'Dith, rolls her eyes and sighs.  "Can't anybody 
learn to knock around here?"
Asmor shrugs. "Rift, portal, whatever you want to call it. I guess so."
<Will> *headclear* *typetypetype* Oh, and I just thought of something.  Will, 
being the nice guy he is, will probably define a pretty liberal view of 
"customer" and a fairly sharp view of "threat," unless Vander tightens things a 
bit.  :^)
Ch`Dith looks at Anya. "My apologies. I sensed a rift opening and decided 
walking would take too long."
Asmor grimaces at this. "Sorry, Anya. I was in a hurry. I didn't know I'd end up 
in private quarters."
<Aengaela> what kind of impression do I get from the cat?
<Asmor> Frankenstien is my familiar... she's not neutered, but she's well-
behaved. We've got one of those shifter-psychic-links.
SteveM takes the Plow to the motor pool and puts it in under the Routine 
Repair/Maintenance queue.
<Anya> "One I can deal with.  Two's pushing it a bit.  Three's a crowd."  
*sighs* again.
<Evelyn> a dwagon is a crowd in himself.
<Evelyn> :)
<Asmor> She's pondering your wings right now, and wondering if they'd make good 
cat-playthings.
<Will> "Afternoon, Steve.  We hired her?"
<Asmor> "Sorry. I'll leave now, if you want."
<Ch`Dith> "As to your question: My name is not Shivan. It is Ch'Dith."
<Aengaela> "Good kitty. No, you cannot play with my wings."
Anya stares s'more at the pile of books and just turns towards the wall.  
"Leave, stay, I don't care."
Vix looks over Will's shoulder, and peers.
<Aengaela> "Something wrong, Anya?"
<SteveM> *to Will* "Yes... I don't know if her comrade will want to sign on, but 
I'm having Jalil look at his head right now."
Asmor nods at Ch'Dith, smirks at Aengaela, then turns to Anya. "Um... is there 
anything I can do?"
<Anya> "No, dammit, nothing's wrong..."  *bites her lip*  "Nothing at all."
<Will> *nod* *typetypetype*  "For cryin' out loud, Van, the whole point is not 
to shoot customers.  Even if they are annoying."
Asmor mms, nods a few times, then turns to Aengaela. "Where's your kitchen?"
<Aengaela> "Follow me."
Asmor follows Aengaela.
Ch`Dith makes himself scarce.
Ch`Dith OOCly ponders going thud.
Vix spins 
<Vix> whoops.
Anya hops off the bed after everybody leaves, and kicks the wall.
Vix spins around twice in a circle, then starts gobbling, stomping, and waving 
his arms about at Will.
Aengaela leads Asmor over to the mess hall. "Maybe I should take you to Captain 
Mitchell, first. He is in charge here."
Will continues typing, remarkably unfazed.
<Anya> "GodfsckingdammitamIgonna feelthisgoddamnwayfortherestofmygoddamnlife!"  
*sighs*  *stomps back to her bed*
SteveM heads on over to the mess hall..
Asmor smiles. "Of course. First, though, I want to make something to cheer up 
that scholar... she looked a little down." *notices someone whose aura glows 
'changeling'* "Hmm... flambe'd changeling with chocolate sauce?"
<Aengaela> "Oh, there he is now. CAPTAIN MITCHELL!"
<SteveM> <OOC> LOL
Vix stops gobbling, and bahs at Will, now totally determined to distract Will.
SteveM looks up. "Yes, Aengie?"
<Will> "Vix?  Hold still a second."
Asmor looks up at this Captain Mitchell person.
<Vix> "Sure."
<Will> The bot turns toward Vix and looks him up and down.
<SteveM> "Who is she?"
<Vix> "Does standing still entail doing the Charleston?"
<Aengaela> "This is Asmor. She showed up near Anya's bunk. I think she is 
looking for a job here as a ... chef, you said?"
<Will> The bot resettles to quiescence.  "Hmm.  It appears not to have thought 
you were a threat.  We checked by temporarily removing your ID.  Good news, the 
program worked."
Anya pulls out her survival knife, looks at it for a good long time before 
stabbing it down angrily onto her bunk.
<SteveM> "Good. I could use a meal after this afternoon."
Asmor smiles. "Oh, I wasn't exactly looking for a job, I was just trying to 
escape a tight situation and mistranslated. But I am a chef, and a job does 
sound good."
Vix breaks into a dance routine, mixing the Charleston, various disco dances, 
and jitterbug. (49 needed 50 for dance. Whee!)
<Vix> "Hey! Lookitme! Lookitme! I'm distracting you!"
<Evelyn> <ooc> Vix dances rather badly. ;)
Will replaces Vix's ID in the active file.  Looks up.
<Aengaela> *whispered to Steve* "You might want to check on Anya. She looked, 
how you say, down?"
<SteveM> "Well, Asmor. If you can turn in a good performance on this evening's 
meal, you'll be a chef working for the North Star Company."
Vix stops dancing. "Okay, all done."
SteveM nods.
<Vix> <OOC> Ev: No, *YOU* have no honor!
<Asmor> "Certainly. Show me to the stores, and I'll work on it.
<Asmor> +"
Anya ponders the knife stabbed into her bed s'more, tries to clear her head. 
Sighs s'more.
<SteveM> "Asmor, why don't you get started on that... The stores are right over 
there."
SteveM fingerpoints to the commissary.
Asmor has to go - sleep.
<Evelyn> <ooc> 49/50? At best you just kept from falling down. ;)
<Aengaela> "I'll take you." she flight-hops over to the mess hall.
<Will> "Van, can you copy that to the rest of the bots?"  <Van> I think I can, 
Will.  Your programming is truly a work of artistry, I must say, but once it's 
been revealed to me I can certainly copy it to others.  Good day, sir.
SteveM heads back to the ... exhibition Vix is putting on for Will.
<Aengaela> <OOC> *ow* that's not Vander... it's too nice.
<Will> Or, rather, Van's *actual* version of that statement, which, like 
himself, would have been a good deal shorter and ruder.  :^)
<Asmor> ... but I roll an 06% on professional cooking. ;)
Anya idly hums a ditty taught in Coalition schools about duty and honor to ones 
country.
<SteveM> <OOC> *wince* at Will, *pop* at Asmor
<Will> <OO>C Aenie: That was the joke.
Vix stands still, and casts chameleon, making a valiant attempt to disturb Will 
and anyone watching.
<Vix> +on himself
<Will> <OOC> Vix turns psychedelic colors?
<Aengaela> Vix: nice... distract him by casting a hiding spell on yourself. very 
nice
<Asmor> Tataa, everyone. See you in 11 or so days when I get back!
<Aengaela> Cya, Aris
<Will> Bai Aris!
<Anya> <OOC> Bye Aris.
SteveM walks over by Will. "Why don't you let me take it from here, Robinson?"
<Vix> Aeng: Dammit, it's Vix. What do you expect? %)
<Will> "M?  Take what?"
Asmor [aris@p221.amax10.dialup.sjc1.flash.net] has quit IRC (o/~ Yes, 
everything's as if we never said good-bye... o/~)
Aengaela heads over to the motorpool, takes a look over a Cyclone that's sitting 
on the side.
<SteveM> "I need to speak with Vander for a sec. Got an idea about an alert-
stage programming plan for the robots."
<Will> "Mmkay.  Have fun."  *wanders over to Aengie*
Anya pulls another book out of the bookshelf, attempts to read a paragraph (and 
scores a crit failure, 00), sighs and throws the book at the wall.
<Aengaela> *in Aeralon* "Now, how do I start this thing?"
Aengaela flips several switches, nothing happens except the headlight goes on 
and off.
<SteveM> *whispered before Will leaves* "You might want to check on Anya first. 
I'll make sure Aengie stays in one piece."
<Will> "You need the key.  They're in a cabinet over there."
Vix spots Aengaela fiddling with things, walks over. "Greeeeeeeeetingdiddlyho."
<Will> "And don't worry about Vix, we think he's sane somewhere in there."
Aengaela looks up. *in American* "Key?"
<Vix> *to Will* "Only when it counts, man. During combat."
Will heads out of the motor pool, checks for Anya in the mess hall.
<Aengaela> <OOC> Cyclones don't have keys, btw...
<Will> Then the office...
<Aengaela> <OOC> they have an ignition button.
<Will> <OOC> Okay, fine.  CHange to "That button."
<Will> Then the barracks.
<SteveM> "He does do his best to convince us otherwise, though."
Aengaela hits the button Will mentioned, and the Cyclone roars to life.
Anya sighs, sings a bit of the song that's haunting her mind: (03)  o/~ Duty and 
honor/ Honor and duty/ Fighting for humanity/ Against the evil dee-bees... o/~  
*drops back to humming, stares at the knife jammed in the bed.*
<Aengaela> <OOC> hrrm... what model? and she's not wearing armor. %)
<Will> <OOC> In English?
<Anya> <OOC> You think the Coalition'd teach a song in any other language? :)
<Will> Mm.
<Aengaela> Anya: Maybe Spanish.
<Ch`Dith> German? *ducks* 
<Will> 'S okay, I speak all three of those.  %^)
<Anya> No, it was intended in English. :)
<Anya> The Coalition doesn't teach songs in Russian for some reason...
<Anya> :)
<Will> "Well, that was... unexpected."
Aengaela attempts to learn to ride the cycle...
Anya looks up, blinks.
<SteveM> <OOC> 52
<Ch`Dith> I wonder how that comes.... you'd think they didn't like russians or 
something...
Anya looks at the mess in the room, sighs.
<Will> "Where'd you learn that one?"
<Anya> "School."
<Will> "Ah.  Childhood."
<Aengaela> hrrm....
<Anya> "I was supposed to have been a Deadboy, would have made my father so 
proud..."
<Will> "With the life that school must have been like, I can't imagine how you 
ever wanted to become the scholar you are now."
<Vix> *to Steve* "Oh... that reminds me... is there anywhere I could use as a 
church of sorts?"
<Vix> <OOC> BRB.
<Will> <OOC> Vix: The still!  Fence in an open-air area around the still!
<Anya> "I got shown the lies quite nicely."
<Vix> <OOC> Hrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Aengaela rolls a perfect 00 for the base skill of pilot motorcycle.
<Aengaela> Spectacular failure. %)
<Evelyn> <ooc> you really need the "No shirt, no shoes, no Service" sign %)
<Will> We all hear a loud *ROAR*CRASH* from the motor pool?
<Ch`Dith> Aengaela: Bike taking you on a wild ride?
<Aengaela> Will: Basically...
<Aengaela> the bike stops at the wall... I wiped out *much* earlier.
Anya sighs and turns away from the door.
<SteveM> *to Vix* "You could use the commissary."
Aengaela stands up, shakes her head. *string of aeralon curses*
SteveM runs over toward Aengie, checking to see if she's all right..
<Vix> "Commissary? What?"
<SteveM> <GM> Take 7 SDC, Aengie.
<Will> "I'm not a vampire..." (deliberate reaction check) "...but I'll wait to 
come in until I'm invited.  May I?"
<SteveM> *to Vix* "The mess hall!"
Vix boggles.
Anya flinches a little.  "You can c'mon in.  At least you asked."
<Vix> "Oh. Right. That place. I meant a permanent one, tho."
Will comes in.
<SteveM> *to Vix* "I'll get with Vander about that!"
Aengaela stands up, nursing a wing. "That was... *aeralon word*"
<Will> "Books on the floor... shame, that."  [starts picking some up]
<SteveM> "Come again?"
<Anya> "It doesn't matter, I can't read them anyway."
<Aengaela> "How you say, 'stupid'?"
<Will> *eyebrowcock* "?"
SteveM nods.. "Next time, don't go so fast."
<SteveM> "At least not until you're comfortable."
Vix walks over to Aengaela, sighs, and uses healing touch on her.
<Anya> "How do you think they've got all over the floor?  I used to be able to 
read 'em, and now I can't."
<Aengaela> "I will remember that." She looks over at the bike. "I want to learn 
that thing."
<Aengaela> (BTW, it was a Battler model)
<SteveM> "You want to learn how to drive motorcycles?"
<Will> *eyewiden*  [sets books down carefully]  "The thing I always loved about 
knowledge was that once you had it, you couldn't lose it.  You're saying you 
can't read anymore?"
<Aengaela> "I saw that thing ... change. I want to learn that."
<Anya> "Not at the moment.  I know the words, I know they're there, I know what 
they are, but they start swimming all over the page and I can't make sense out 
of them."
<SteveM> "So you want to learn how to ride Cyclones, is that it?"
<Aengaela> "Yes."
<Anya> "Yet another thing I'm a horrible failure at."
<Aengaela> <OOC> Note: Cyclone Combat: Basic will take the place of Jet Pack in 
her skill listing
<SteveM> "First up, we have to get you some armor to use with them. It won't 
change if you don't have the armor on."
<Will> "That would imply there were others.  But I haven't see any so far.  You 
battled valiantly against the demon, you acted with skill on our trip to 
Queenston, and you teach Aengie with a firm and gentle hand."
<Anya> "Yeah, after forgetting what her lesson was."
<Aengaela> "Armor. You mean *aeralon word*"
<Aengaela> =?
SteveM umms... "Yeah, I think so."
Anya attemps to ignore the blade jammed into the bed at the moment.
<SteveM> "Of course, fitting it around your wings is going to take some doing, 
but..."
<Will> "It's the forgetting that's bothering you, isn't it?  Memory used to be 
right there, and then during all of this it's become something to be sought 
for."
<Aengaela> "From what I have seen, riding this 'motorcycle' is part of using the 
... Cyclone, you called it?"
<Anya> "No, I'm a pathetic failure at whatever I try.  I was a pathethic failure 
at being a good coalition citizen, I was a pathetic failure at being a vamp 
hunter, dammit, I was even a pathethic failure at being a minion."
SteveM nods.
Aengaela heads over to the Cyclone, where the engine is still running.
<Will> "Ummm... it's a *good* thing to be a pathetic failure at being a minion, 
since that implies that you were struggling against it.  I think basically the 
same thing would apply to being a good Coalition citizen, and as for being a 
vamp hunter, well, it's ashes and you're breathing, so I count a 1-and-0 
record."
Will moves over to Anya, puts his hands on her shoulders.
<Aengaela> then I reach down and hit the same button Will showed me again.
<Will> "Remember?  Remember what you said to me, during that time?"
<Anya> "Not really, Will...my memory's full of holes at the moment."  *sighs*
<Will> "You said, even in the thick of its strongest power, that you didn't want 
to hurt me.  I take that as the highest compliment I could have received."
<Will> "You have a strength and a caring, Anya.  Never doubt it for a moment."
<Will> "Even if memory fails you, those never will."
Aengaela stands it up, and straddles it again. "Learning to write your language 
is nice, but I need to learn how to fight. And the sooner, the better."
Anya starts sobbing quietly.
<Vix> "Is it not better to communicate than to kill?"
<Will> <OOC> Figured Aengie would start pushing for that soon.
<SteveM> *to Aengie* "Part of the trick is to keep your balance over the wheels. 
I'll be right behind you. Start out slowly, not too much throttle."
<Anya> "It's hard to see the light in the dark tunnel I'm in."
Aengaela starts the engine again. "You were there when my father was killed."
<SteveM> *to Vix* "You forget, she stands to inherit the family business, which 
generally shows itself when communication fails."
Will closes the embrace.
Aengaela eases the throttle.
Vix sighs to Steve. "And yet killing is still not what you do when you WANT. It 
is what you do when you *MUST*."
<Will> "I..."
SteveM keeps a hand on the back of the Cyc and walks behind Aengie as the Cyc 
creeps forward. He nods to acknowledge Vix's comment.
<Aengaela> Aengie glares at Vix, gives it a little more throttle.
<Aengaela> 78... failure.
<Aengaela> (using the base of 60 for the rolls)
Ch`Dith comes up behind Vix, yet adresses Aengie. "We will teach you how to 
fight, and even how to kill, and most importantly, how NOT to kill."
Anya just sits there.
SteveM jogs forward and catches Aengie as she falls!
Vix listens to Ch'Dith, and nods.
<Will> "It's tough to... to see that light, sometimes.  It's utterly irrational 
and it doesn't submit to logic or words or anything else we like to use to put a 
handle on the world.  It just is."
<Vix> "What the wise one said."
<Aengaela> Steve: you get a face full of wing... 
<SteveM> "That, and when and when not to kill."
SteveM falls down on his rump, and sneezes.
<Anya> "I guess, thanks...it's just...I know I'm not a failure, but these days 
it's awful hard to keep from feeling it."  *shudders a little*  "And I've seen a 
blackness that I hope to God you never ever have to see, and I think that's 
weighing on my mind too..."
Aengaela smiles, getting off Steve hurriedly. "I guess I'll learn." She snarls 
at the Cyclone. "That thing, I *will* learn."
Will quiets down and holds her.
<Will> <OOC> Man, I hate to bug out at this point, but I have to get some sleep 
if I'm gonna drive to Harrisburg tomorrow/today.  Good night, all.
Aengaela repeats the process one more time.
SteveM chuckles. "I have no doubt that you will." . o O (Or die trying. Or take 
us with you. :) )
Anya just lets it happen.
<SteveM> nites Will.
<Aengaela> 45, needed 60... I manage to maintain control.
<Aengaela> Cya, Will
<Anya> <OOC> Heh, okay.  Have fun.
<SteveM> "See? You can do it."
Will [William@tnt1-38-73.cac.psu.edu] has quit IRC (Must be off, time is hunting 
me.)
<Ch`Dith> "Determination is good. Do not allow your anger to overcome your 
focus, though."
Aengaela takes it easy, for now. She pulls it into a loop around the motor pool.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ack. I'm having Ch'Dith hand out Jedi lessons. Time to get some 
sleep
Vix twirls his staff, making a *whoosh*ing noise. "Fall down seven times..." he 
stops twirling the staff... "But get up eight. Anger is your tool. Never become 
it's tool."
<Vix> <OOC> Heh.
<Aengaela> <OOC> heheh... playing someone in training does get interesting.
SteveM OOCly channels Edmund Blackadder. "A monastery education. You can't beat 
it."
<Vix> <OOC> Bah, I can disprove that. Look at Vix. >%)
<SteveM> My point exactly.
<Vix> <OOC> Heeee!
<Aengaela> *chuckle*
Aengaela eases around again, speeding up a little.
<Aengaela> "This is kind of fun."
Vix leans against the wall, and watches Aengaela.
<SteveM> And we'll zoom out and fade to black here.
You are now known as Arsenal
Anya is now known as katster
<Arsenal> cool.. I'm ready to crash anyways.
katster wipes a tear out of her eye irl.
Vix imagines a teenager with wings, riding around in a circle, and the shot 
zooming out, with dramatic music, and then fading to black. That must've been a 
really crappy movie. %)
Vix is now known as MacRae
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Ch`Dith [shadur@catv6150.extern.kun.nl] has left #Rifts
<Arsenal> at least it wasn't the soap opera ending we had the one week.
<SteveM> And to think this was the session of my Big Brawl, which bogged down 
because it was TOO BIG.
<Arsenal> too big does hurt.
<katster> Yah.
<katster> Palladium rules aren't made for big.
<MacRae> *nod* :P
<Arsenal> Meeth not knowing the system doesn't help, either.
katster is idly pondering starting a pbem.  I don't have any details though, 
yet.  I don't even know the system I'll be using.
<MacRae> Since everyone has different action/melee ratios, some people end up 
sitting around, doing nothing, after awhile.
<Arsenal> I *was* typing in something for Aengie hitting the mechamorphose 
switch. %)
<MacRae> heeeeeeeee!
<katster> Ars: Next time.
<katster> :)
<SteveM> Ars: It would've made for a different ending, I must admit.
<Arsenal> Mac: usually, in a face to face, everyone rolls at once, and the 
actions take less time.
<MacRae> Ars: Ahhhhhhhhhh. Makes sense.
<Arsenal> we fade to black as we see Aengie kicking the Cyclone. "Stupid bike!"
<Arsenal> %)
<Arsenal> 5 pt. ref
<SteveM> Ars: Calvin and Hobbes.
<Arsenal> Steve: *nope* not in this sitch.
SteveM needs to cobble together some kind of Palladium based mass battle system.
MacRae wonders where I pulled the "Fall down seven times, get up eight." thing 
from. I know I didn't come up with it, but I don't think I've ever heard it 
before. %)
<Arsenal> Rand, second episode of the Invid Invasion segment
<Arsenal> Steve: Palladium suggests that we focus on just the Player's 
involvement in the battle.
<Arsenal> notice that, when I did the Battle of Aeralon, I didn't focus on each 
and every Aeralon action? the leader's death took place off-camera.
SteveM nods...
<Arsenal> and half the SAMs you fired at were already half-damaged
<Arsenal> especially later on in the battle
<Evelyn> KS: you're turning into Vix
<Evelyn> :)
<katster> Hey, JR?
<MacRae> Ev: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
<SteveM> kats: Yeah?
MacRae 's clean, man! I swear!
SteveM is now known as J-Rock
Evelyn is now known as DeeEss
<katster> I'm sorry about my attitude earlier.  It's been a lousy day, and this 
was kinda the last straw.
<MacRae> You won't find me carrying nickelbags in my pocket!
<MacRae> ;)
<DeeEss> KS: Where will you carry them, then? ;)
<J-Rock> Think nothing of it... must be some kind of negative psyche plane 
vibration over CA tonight.
<katster> DS: On his belt, of course.
<katster> JR: That, or real life manic depression acting up on top of illness, 
as is really the case here.
Arsenal crashes... cyas
<J-Rock> nites Ars
*** Log file closed: 12/19/99 3:11:12 AM