Roughnecks Adventure #6: Mission Creep

[Mercedes]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
Just in Case d20: [dice]1[/dice];JIC d100: [dice]2[/dice]

Continuous effects: Impervious to Fire (7 min, 45 sec), Swim as Fish: Superior (Speed 20 swimming with 98% skill, breathe underwater, +2 to parry & dodge in water, 32 min, 45 sec)

"So...Morty, is it? A pleasure. Relax now. I won't hurt you," Mercedes positively purrs, adding menacingly, "unless you give me reason to."

Slinking to the cabinets, she looks them over, eyes glowing greedily. Mercedes focuses to see how much, if any, magic emanates from the weapons. Yet she doesn't for a second sheathe her sword. Could use a gun of some type, I suppose. Those blades look interesting.

"So, Morty, these wouldn't be trapped or cursed in any way, would they? I would hate for our...understanding...to be abrogated." Mercedes points her weapon casually towards the weapons, then at Morty.

"How the hell are we going to lug all this back to the barge with the congregation of zombie love waiting outside the door?"

"Well, I suggest many hands make light work. I certainly could use some sort of ranged weapon, regardless. The real question is 'What to do with him?'." Mercedes says, tilting her head at Morty. "He knows too much.", she says, voice filled with venom.

[Cale]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice]; [dice]2[/dice]

Wak thinks to Cale, Isria seems okay other than the loss of her man. Lets finish these bastards off and I will get her back to your little ATV.

/Sounds like a plan. Tubby's acting like he is blind. I want him Vapped./ The Mega-steel chef replies over the Company frequency. /Wanderer, Firebug. When you finish up one you're side. Please add you skills to help remove the Fat Bastard the ability to waste our air./

The directions he is giving out all the while firing on Jawbone. Switching e-clips when he empties the one in his pistol.

Initiative: [dice]3[/dice]
Actions: 5

Action 1: 3 round burst at Jawbone. Strike: [dice]4[/dice]; DMG: [dice]5[/dice]MD
Action 2: Reload
Action 3: 3 round burst at Jawbone. Strike: [dice]6[/dice]; DMG: [dice]7[/dice]MD
Action 4: 3 round burst at Jawbone. Strike: [dice]8[/dice]; DMG: [dice]9[/dice]MD
Action 5: 3 round burst at Jawbone. Strike: [dice]10[/dice]; DMG: [dice]11[/dice]MD

Dodge if needed: [dice]12[/dice]; [dice]13[/dice]; [dice]14[/dice]; [dice]15[/dice]; [dice]16[/dice]

[William Summers]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice]/[dice]2[/dice]%

Chuckwagon: Cale, William, Nero, Wakiza, Caradoc, Everis

Conditions:
Armor of Ithan: 40/40 MDC. 8/8 minutes.
Chromatic Protection: 7:45/8 minutes. Blinds (-10 to strike, parry and dodge, -4 on initiative and -1 melee attack) for 2D4 melee rounds any attacker that makes a move at Will. Saving throw: Standard (13).
PPE: 5 spent this round
Armor:
Helmet: 45/45
Main Body: 23/45

As soon as he is hit by the black beam from Jaw Bone, Will speaks the words "Zam Tinen!" to create his powerful magical Armor of Ithan around himself. Inside, he runs mentally over his battle school training. He already knew that there was powerful evil magic at play. But what kind of magic weapon can fire a black beam powerful enough to destroy my armor in one blow? (Lore: Magic [dice]3[/dice]/40% - FAIL to figure out what technowizardry this could be, Lore: Faeries and Creatures of Magic [dice]4[/dice]/40% - FAIL to figure out how Jaw Bone might be related to the fight they had earlier with the shadow god's progeny and Mythology [dice]5[/dice]/30% - FAIL backed with Demon Lore [dice]6[/dice]/80% - PASS to remember more about Nalusa Falaya.)

With the zombies either contained within the circle of flame or destroyed, Will concentrates on taking down the much 'bigger' threat in Jaw Bone. He draws his two magic pistols from his side. "Switching to my peashooters. Wait...Did I just become 'Wanderer'? I thought I was 'Cupcake'!" He begins firing and doesn't let up for anything except to renew his Armor of Ithan if it goes.


APM: 7 (8 when using magic blasts for the whole round)
Action 1: Cast Armor of Ithan. (-5 PPE)
Action 2: Fire Bolt Pistol and Thundergun at Jaw Bone. Bolt Pistol Strike: [dice]7[/dice]. Damage: [dice]8[/dice] Thundergun Strike: [dice]9[/dice] Damage: [dice]10[/dice] if a creature of magic or [dice]11[/dice] if a supernatural being.
Action 3: Fire Bolt Pistol and Thundergun at Jaw Bone. Bolt Pistol Strike: [dice]12[/dice]. Damage: [dice]13[/dice] Thundergun Strike: [dice]14[/dice] Damage: [dice]15[/dice] if a creature of magic or [dice]16[/dice] if a supernatural being.
Action 4: Fire Bolt Pistol and Thundergun at Jaw Bone. Bolt Pistol Strike: [dice]17[/dice]. Damage: [dice]18[/dice] Thundergun Strike: [dice]19[/dice] NAT20! Damage: [dice]20[/dice]x2=36 if a creature of magic or [dice]21[/dice]x2=100 if a supernatural being.
Action 5: Fire Bolt Pistol and Thundergun at Jaw Bone. Bolt Pistol Strike: [dice]22[/dice]. Damage: [dice]23[/dice] Thundergun Strike: [dice]24[/dice] Damage: [dice]25[/dice] if a creature of magic or [dice]26[/dice] if a supernatural being.
Action 6: Fire Bolt Pistol and Thundergun at Jaw Bone. Bolt Pistol Strike: [dice]27[/dice]. Damage: [dice]28[/dice] Thundergun Strike: [dice]29[/dice] Damage: [dice]30[/dice] if a creature of magic or [dice]31[/dice] if a supernatural being.
Action 7: Fire Bolt Pistol and Thundergun at Jaw Bone. Bolt Pistol Strike: [dice]32[/dice]. Damage: [dice]33[/dice] Thundergun Strike: [dice]34[/dice] Damage: [dice]35[/dice] if a creature of magic or [dice]36[/dice] if a supernatural being.

Contingency: If at any time, Will's Armor of Ithan should go down, he will sacrifice an action to immediately put it up.

[Murdoc]

Percep: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice] [dice]2[/dice]

Murdoc slings his rifle and pokes at the damage to his armor, "Well, I'm glad I stripped the armor off those other guys before they turned into whatever and we had to kill them again. At least now I have some replacement armor."

He looks over the swords and grins. Then, seeing the names on some of the guns he says as he points to one, "I'm not sure what the thing does, but Horde-Buster here sounds promising."

Murdoc looks around the room and notes the close quarters then draws his phase sword. He jerks a thumb at Mercedes, "Me and her can sheath our swords and carry one of these. The rest of the stuff is pretty small and can be split between us. That only leaves the horse and the two rifles, though I'm interested in seeing what Horde-Buster does."

Murdoc nods as Mercedes makes some points and says, "I'd like to know what's down the stairs. Say Morty, are there any more of those things I shot lurking around here?"

[SNAFU]

GM POST: 5 Minutes Have Passed Since the Last Update

Above: Combat Ends, A Message from Sky!
Cale, Wakiza, Nero, William, Shadow, Isria, Caradoc


Combat Summary
15 seconds
With the mass of undead contained in the ring of fire and Jaw still blind, the battle has become something of a turkey shoot. Jaw continues to fire off the dark blasts from his pistol. Will studies the weapon and recognizes it as a pistol version of Skull Bone's Death Bolt Rifle (OOC: Blinding this guy was a good idea, you do not want to get hit by one of these.) With Isria's help clearing out the Z with her energy beams, which literally melt the undead almost instantly, the Roughnecks lay into the fat man with abandon. When all is said and done two boots, a fine red mist, and a whole bunch of zombie goo is all that remains of Jaw and his gang.
2 minutes
Isria levitates herself down to the street level and cradles the body of her companion. "He knew I would resurrect him, that's why he destroyed himself in such a away." She begins removing his armor and weapons. "I must burn the remains of my companions." She will ignore all protests and take the time to undress and burn her friends. "If you are in a hurry, then feel free to lend a hand."
3 minutes
Wakiza the sharp-eyed cyber-knight notices an incoming flyer, low and slow.

The Patrol Car flies directly overhead and hovers ominously.
3.5 minutes
"Who's up there? What the hell's going here? This is Sergeant Major George Everis of the 501st Heavy Infantry Company. Op-Code: Whiskey, Dingo, Foxtrot, Seven." Shadow's voice booms over the Chuckwagon's loudspeaker. Nothing happens. Then from another direction you hear a eerie whooping, reminiscent of traditional native american war cries, except perhaps inhuman and also broadcast over an armor's speaker system. Further along the road, inside the settlement of Hannibal proper a group of CS soldiers coming running through the smoke of the burning town.

A voice finally responds from the Patrol Car's loudspeaker, "Sergeant Major, your code is old, but it doesn't matter. Operation Scorched Earth is immenint. Go with the Emperor's Grace."

"Wait, Sorched Earthed? Not Hellfire?" Replies Everis. Cale, at least, will be able to surmise this means a non-nuclear solution, however from his Tolkeen experience he knows carpet fire bombing is not necessarily better for those on the ground.

"Scorched Earth." Confirms the officer.

4 minutes
Those who can see the approaching soldiers will notice that they all seem to be officers in Exoskeleton armor. All of them are howling that whooping war cry as they run unnaturally fast. Their armor is covered in blood. They all carry an unusual type of weapon in their hands. A ethereal shadowy hatchet. They run low to the ground, spread out, not in CS order and style but like guerrilla fighters or tribal warriors.

"Oh shit." Isria sputters and then gathers her composure and turns and shouts at the Roughnecks. "These things aren't undead. They can't be stopped easily. But they're only hunting Deadboys. Take off any CS gear if you want to live!"

The group of CS Officers, about five, begin climbing (leaping really) up the embankment of the overpass and then onto the patrol car, the occupants of which apparently have not noticed the oncoming soldiers. They begin hacking at the car, which finally clues in and starts rising in altitude and spinning. A single attacker on the outside goes limp. His body falls limp to the ground. Soon te patrol stops spinning. Inside the car the sound of a grenade going off can be heard. The car suddenly streaks to the ground landing with a boom several hundred meters back further into Hannibal.

Man in Black's Stuff:
Superior Kisentite Sword

• Damage: 2d6+6 MD
• Modifiers: +2 to strike and parry

Armstrong "Bolter" TW Sniping Rifle

• Range: 2200' (670.6m)
• Damage: 3d6+2 MD
• Rate of Fire: One shot per action
• Payload: 2 bolts per charge.
• Recharge Cost: 10 P.P.E.
• Modifiers: +3 to strike in addition to W.P. and other bonuses.
• Weight: 5 lbs


TW Infiltrado Armor

TW Modified NE-BA-20 "Stalker" Partial Body Armor
M.D.C. by Location:
• Helmet: 40
• Arms: 25 each
• Legs: 35 each
• Main Body: 55
Special Features
• Thermo-Kinetic (thermal and kinetic attacks do 25% less damage)
• Short range radio in helmet (Range: 5 miles)
Integrated Weapons
• Forearm-Mounted Retractable Silver-Plated Vibro-Blades (1 each forearm): +1d6 M.D. to Punch Damage
TW Modifications
• Sigilo: 20 PPE/5 minutes
•• Shadow Meld, Invisibility: Simple, Invisibility to Sensors, Stealthwalk, Erase Trail
•• As per the above spells, user becomes invisible to the naked eye and modern technology, can meld into darkness as per the Shadow Meld spell, movement is completely silent and leaves no trail.
• Percatación: 20 PPE/10 minutes
•• See Invisible, Nightvision, See Aura, Infrared, Farseeing all at 2 miles.
•• Eavesdrop: As per spell 200'
••Identify Plants/Fruit 70%, Identify Tracks 85%, Track 50%, Locate Traps and Mines 94%, Land Navigation 92%
••Speak, Understand and Read all Languages
• Cuerpo: 15 PPE/120 minutes
•• User does not fatigue, is resistant to heat and cold and can breathe w/o air
•• Climb as per the spell Climb
•• Swim as per the spell Swim as a Fish: Superior
•• Leap 5' per PS point
•Bravura: 30 PPE/10 melee rounds
•• 50 MDC Energy Field
•• Wearer is endowed with supernatural PS of 30 and PE of 24
•• Speed is increased by 50%
•• Impervious to all Energy Attacks, Cold, Fire, Drugs, Poison, Disease, Mind Control, Possession, Illusion, Pain, Horror Factor
•• Additional Saving Throw bonuses: +7 vs the vampire's bite, +11 vs magic, +11 vs psionics,
•• Against Most Foes: +4 attacks per melee, +4 to initiative, +4 to strike, + 3 to parry, +3 to dodge, +4 to pull punch, +2 to disarm, +2 to roll, +1 to strike with guns,
•• Against the Undead: an additional +4 to strike, +6 to parry, +5 to dodge, +7 to save vs the vampire's bite
•• Wearer may use Paired Weapons
•• Critical Strike (or Automatic Staking) on natural 18-20 (HtH only)
•• Once effect wears off user is exhausted: APM, Combat Bonuses, Speed, and Skill Performance all reduced by half for 1d4 minutes.


Below: What Morty Knows
Maxwell, Murdoc, Mercedes, Reaper, Morty

For Example, What All Those Shiny Weapons and Items Do:

Morty is extremely eager to show his usefulness. "Oh my, I can carry stuff for you, I'm great at carrying stuff. And if you think this is some good stuff for the Zombie apocalyse. You really have to check out the Arsenal down below. Here let me show you what these do." Morty explains in detail what each item is and does as he takes you further into Bone Hole. "There are more of those horrid creatures down here, but they sleep unless I scream, 'Intruder!'. I won't do that. Old Morty is no friend of the Bones, a slave more like it. If you take me with you many secrets I can reveal." Assuming some encouragement is given Morty continues. "An engineer for the mighty Googletherm Corporation, heard of them have you? No... yes well, in what you call the Golden Age, it was a major power. I was in charge of one of several pilot projects, the Hannibal Conduit. Each individual project around the continent was designed to simultaneously harness geothermal energy as well as set up the infrastructure for a network of massive tunnels under the continent connecting major centres by ultra-fast rail, linking information systems and exponentially increasing computing capacity for the entire nation!" Morty is clearly still very passionate about what must have been his life's work. You know, 300 hundred years ago, when he had one. Morty turns maudlin, "Anyway, that Rifts thing happened and put it all on hold. I was down in the tech pits when it happened. Fell into liquid carbonite and was perfectly pereserved, dead, but preserved. About forty years ago the Bones, found me, dug me up, gave me this half-life as this thing here. They've been here building up a wierd faction within CS Missouri for decades. Officially they have nothing to do with magic of course, officially they are licensed by the state for the removal of Dangerous Biological Elements. Which means pretty much anything to these people. The conduit connects the Bone lair with the Mark Twain Research Facility in Hannibal. The State doesn't know about the conduit but the researchers do, they are out of LoneStar. Or were. To be honest I think everyone's dead. By the way if you do want to go to Hannibal, then I suggest you change your outfits. The Bones made a pact with some sort of Evil Spirit, or something." Morty waves his hands, "I don't know about that magic stuff, gives me the creeps, at any rate anything in CS armor gets dead real fast. you know also there's a tiny bit of a worm infestation down there. Plus you know the Bone's personal horde of Zombies slaves they've been creating for half a century." Morty sketches a cross-section map of the lair, the conduit and the faciltiy with mechanical percision and speed, he gives it to Maxwell. "So am I usefull enough to save from this hell?"


TW Collapsible Wire Horse

This unique device transforms from a ball of wire to a large animated wire frame horse
M.D.C.: Wire Ball 5 M.D.C. Wire Horse as per 10th level Phantom Mount and Armor of Ithan spells
Size: Wire Horse - 5' - 7' at the shoulder, depending on rider. Wire Ball - 4'' in diameter.
Known Effects:
Wire Horse: Same as Phantom Mount, buffed by Armor of Ithan and Supernatural Speed all at 10th level
• Effect: Transform from wire ball into wire horse
• Duration: 100 minutes
• Cost: 30 P.P.E.
Climb Sheer Surfaces and Extreme Slopes
• Effect: The horse can can climb sheer surfaces and even upside down via the spells Climb and Carpet of Adhesion.
• Duration: constant
• Cost: included in activation cost.
Rider can not be thrown
• Effect: Localized use of the Carpet of Adhesion
• Duration: Constant/at will
• Cost: included in activation cost.
P.P.E. Storage: Device can store 60 P.P.E.

Iron Sword

Enchanted Long Sword
M.D.C.: 50
Damage: 5d6 MD
Magic Features
• Increased Damage

TW Magic Knuckles

Enchanted Brassknuckles
M.D.C.: 40
Damage: PS turned to Supernatural for purposes of punch damage.
Magic Features
• Fists of Fury (Constant when worn)

Bone Family Sacrificial Dagger

Enchanted Dagger
M.D.C.: Indestructible
Damage: 3d6 MD
Magic Features
• Indestructible
• Increased Damage
History: An enchanted dagger used in the rituals and sacrifices of the Death worshiping Bone family

The Obsidian Sword

Lesser Holy Weapon (Longsword)
M.D.C.: 500
Damage: 4d6 (SDC to mortal foes, double damage and MD to creatures of magic and the supernatural)
Magic Features
• Monster Slayer
• Expel deevils, demons and entities: Ratio for success is 1-89% against lesser foes and 1-44% against greater demons/deevils.
History: A Holy Sword created by Thoth in anticipation of the Minion War, then later misplaced by the notoriously forgetful God of Wisdom.

Terrorward

Ivory Charm
M.D.C.: 5
Magic Features
• Impervious to Horror Factor: 30 minutes; three times daily.
• Nightvision 60': 60 minutes; three times daily.
History: A trinket of protection, for those who must work in the dark, alongside monsters.

TW 'Inferno' Pistol

• Range: 200'
• Damage: 5d6 MD
•• Starts a fire that does 5d6 MD per melee for 1d4 minutes.
• Rate of Fire: one per action
• Payload: 8 blasts
• Recharge Cost: 1 PPE per blast, or * PPE for a full reload
• Modifiers: +1 to strike

TW 'Slow Hand' Revolver

• Range: 1000'
• Damage: 1d6+1 MD
• Rate of Fire: one shot per action
• Payload: 6 shots
• Activation Cost: 12 PPE to load pistol, full charge must be used every time
• Modifiers: +3 to strike on any shot, +6 to strike on Aimed/Called shots
Magic Features
• Mystic Marksmanship
•• Additional +3 to strike on Aimed/Called shots
• Quickdraw
•• +6 on initiative, first attack costs an additional action
Notes
Bonuses only apply to attacks made with 'The Slowhand".

TW "Knock-Knock" Pistol

• Range: 500'
• Damage: 1d4*10 MD plus knockdown to direct target. Half damage plus knockdown to a 30' radius.
• Rate of Fire: 1 shot per action
• Payload: 6 blasts
• Recharge Cost: 24 P.P.E.
• Modifiers: +1 to strike
Magic Features
• Fires an Electric Bolt with an area knockdown effect.
Notes
Knockdown effect as per Shockwave spell

TW "Horde-Buster" Rifle

• Range: 1100'
• Damage: 1d6*10 or 1d6 per projectile
• Rate of Fire: 1 blast per action
• Payload: 5 blasts
• Recharge Cost: 20 PPE
• Modifiers: +1 to strike
Magic Features
• Ballistic Fire
•• Rifle fires 10 fiery projectiles per blast
•• Projectiles can be directed at one target or up to ten multiple targets
• Ricochet Strike
•• Each projectile can strike up to 3 additional targets (as per spell)

TW 'Demonburner' Rifle

• Range: 1000ft
• Damage: 4d6*10+10 MD to the Supernatural only.
• Rate of Fire: 1 shot per action
• Payload: 5 blasts can be stored in the gun
• Recharge Cost: 25 PPE
• Modifiers: +2 to strike in addition to any skill or O.C.C. bonuses
Magic Features
• Superscope: Nightvision, See Aura, See Invisible, Farseeing
•• 2 mile (3.6 km) range.
•• Constant effect as long as one charge remains in gun. Otherwise 10 minutes costs 1 PPE
• Fires Desiccation Beam: 4d6*10+10 MD to the supernatural only.
• Light Target: A successful strike lights target (as per spell) for five minutes.

Thirsty Pete's Canteen

TW Water Flask.
M.D.C.: 5
Apparent Volume: 500 mL
Activation Cost: None on Rifts Earth. 1 P.P.E. per liter of water elsewhere.
Magic Features
• Holds 8 L of water.
• Refills at a rate of 1 L per 3 hours

TW Everlasting Brandy Flask

TW Brandy Flask
M.D.C.: 5
Apparent Volume: 350 mL
Magic Features
• 4 L of real volume
• Makes its own brandy 1 L per 3 P.P.E. or 15 minutes at a ley line.


Level Two: Bone Boudoir and Arsenal


20 E-clips


2x
Plasma Blade: (Converted Wilk's Laser Sword)

☞ Damage: 1d4x10 MD
☞ Duration: 10 + 3D6 minutes per E-Clip
☞ Modifiers: cannot parry with this weapon

1x
CTT-M20 "Modified" Missile Rifle

• Range: 20'-200' for plasma torch/ejector, varies by missile type
• Damage: 6d6 MD for plasma ejector, varies by missile type
• Rate of Fire: single shot for plasma, missiles in volleys of 1, 2, or 4.
• Payload: 30 shots per E-Clip for torch, 20 missiles total
• Modifiers: laser targeting, +1 to strike

100 Plasma Missiles

1x
NE-700-Vulcan-Plasma-Cartridge "Modified" Mini-Gun

• Range: 1200'
• Damage: 1D4x10 M.D. or 4D6x10 M.D. (burst) or 6d6x10 M.D. (long burst)
• Rate of Fire: single shot or 6-round bursts or 12-round bursts (2 attacks)
• Payload: 300-round drum fed by a disintegrating ammo belt
• Modifications: Attached to:
Servo-Harness (required to use BIG GUNS)

Effect: Reducing the PS Requirement of Ammo and Gun to P.S. 18

2 Mega Drums of 300 NE-Rounds

2x
NE-1XXX "Modified/Remodified" Plasma Rifle

• Range: 3000'
• Damage: 1D4x10 MD
• Rate of Fire: Single shots only
• Payload: 20 shots per long E-clip
• Modifiers: laser targeting, +1 to strike

4x
NG-11S Custom Variant "Zombie Hunter"

Hand modified by the Bone Brothers of the Missouri swamps, the Zombie Hunter is a custom modified NG-11S that adds a six round box magazine to provide semi-automatic fire. The magazine tends to pull the barrel down imposing a penalty to strike. While originally intended for plasma and incendiary rounds to tame zombies custom packed rounds, anything from silver to wood or bone, can be used depending on the nature of the threat and the ingenuity of the armorer.
• Range & Damage:

• • Shotgun shells: 300' range, 4D6 S.D.C. (Double: 8D6 S.D.C)
  • Solid slugs: 300' range, 5D6 S.D.C. (Double: 1D6x10 S.D.C.)
  • Silver Buckshot: 300' range, 3D6 S.D.C. (Double: 6D6 S.D.C)
  • Explosive (Wood Fragments): 300' range, 5D6 S.D.C. (Double: 1D6x10 S.D.C.)
  • Explosive (Bone Fragments): 300' range, 3D6 S.D.C. (Double: 6D6 S.D.C)
  • Explosive (Fragmentary): 500' range, 2D6 MD to 10' radius (Double: 3D6 MD to 20' radius)
  • Explosive (Plasma): 500' range, 3D6 MD to 6' radius (Double: 5D6 MD to 12' radius)
  • APRJ (Armor-Piercing Ramjet): 500' range, 3D6 MD (Double: 6D6 MD)

• Rate of Fire: Single or double-shots only
• Payload: 6 round box mag
• Modifiers: Front heavy, -2 to strike

200 Plasma Shells, 400 Bone Shells


Crate of 80:
AN-M14 Incendiary Grenade

Blast Radius: 120'
Damage: 3d4*10 within 12', 1d6*10 at 13'-24', 5d6 at 25'-36', 2d6 at 37'-120'
Burn Duration: 10 melees
Fuse Delay: 4-5 seconds

2x
Type 67 Flamethrower

• Range: 180'
• Damage: 1d6*10
• Rate of Fire: One stream per action
• Payload: 4 gallons with 4 streams per gallon
• Fuel: Napalm and Gasoline

8/8 Extra Gallons of Napalm/Gasoline

2x
Roadrunner Power Armor

Model Type: PA-002G
Class: All-Terrain Power Armor
Crew: One
M.D.C. by Location:
Thruster Jump Pack (Back): 60
Arms: 45 each
Legs: 80 each.
*Head: 75
**Main Body: 135
Speed:
Running: Triple the usual speed of the wearer. For most people, that is in the range of Spd 35-50 or 24 mph (38.4 km) to 35 mph (56 km), and obviously faster for those with a Spd attribute of 20 or higher. The act of running does tire its operator, but only at 20% of the usual fatigue rate.
Leaping: The robot legs can leap up to 10 feet (3 m) high and 15 feet (4.6 m) across unassisted by the thrusters, and increase height and distance by 50% with a fast, running start. A jet thruster-assisted leap can propel the unit up to 60 feet ( 18.3 m) high and 120 feet (36.6 m) across without actually attaining flight.
Flying: Not possible. Hovering off the ground is possible, but only for 1D4+ 1 melee rounds before getting wobbly and shutting off. However, it can be used to slow the descent of falls and land on one' s feet.
Underwater Capabilities: Swimming: The thrusters provide good mobility and control underwater and a speed of 15 mph (24 km); 22 mph (35.2 km) on the surface of the water. The Roadrunner can also walk along the bottom of the sea or lake bed at 25% of its normal walking/running speed. Maximum Ocean Depth: 1 ,000' (305 m)
Statistical Data:
Height: 7 feet (2. 1 m)
Width: 3 feet (0.9 m)
Length: 2.8 feet (0.85 m)
Weight: 101 lbs (45.5 kg), including built-in thruster pack
Physical Strength: Robot P.S. of 26
Cargo: None. Only what the person can carry
Power System: Nuclear; average energy life is 10 years.
Cost: 670,000 credits.
Weight: 101 lbs (45.5 kg), including VT pack.
Mobility: Excellent, no movement penalty.
Power Armor Features: Standard properties for Full Environmental Body Armor; see the Rifts® Ultimate Edition rule book, page 267
Weapon Systems: None
Hand to Hand Combat: Rather than use a weapon, the pilot can engage in Mega-Damage combat. Damage as per Robotic P.S. of 26
Bonuses: The body armor's augmentation, agility and jump capability give the pilot the following: + 1 on initiative, +2 to automatic dodge (the act of dodging does not use up a melee attack), +2 to roll with impact, 01-66% chance of landing on his feet (no damage) from a fall at heights as great as 1,200 feet (366 m) and grants the user the ability to run along narrow ledges and trails as thin as five inches (12.7 cm) wide at full speed.


4x
NE-BA-50 “Raider” Heavy Body Armor

M.D.C. by Location:
• Head/Helmet - 80
• Arms - 55 each
• Legs - 80 each
• Main Body - 140
Modifiers: -20% to Prowl, Climb, Swim, Acrobatics and similar physical skills.
Special Features
• Standard properties for Naruni Thermo-Kinetic Armor (p.35-36, Naruni Wave 2).
Note: For an extra 35,000cr, the armor can be surface coated with the same fiber-optic material as the NE-BA-30 described previously




Combat is over for both groups.
Above ground, the group is out of visual range of any combatants.
Below ground, the group is listening to Morty and standing in the Arsenal section of the level 2 map.
Reaper is off map.

[William Summers]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice][dice]2[/dice]

Death bolts! Thank Lady Tark for my magical protection. That could have ended differently. Once the fire is dispersed, Will walks up to Jaw Bone's misted boots and says a prayer for him. "You didn't stand a chance, you tubby bastard. May the gods have more mercy on your soul than you did in life."

With the battle finally over, William walks up to Isria as she strips her companion of his possessions. "We unfortunately are in a hurry. I must say, your companion fought with a valor unheard of in these times. I would be honored to carry on his legacy as the Man In Black." Will kneels down and points to the recently deceased man's possessions. Letting the others gather the rest of the corpses, Will talks to Isria about the fallen soldier. "Before we set him alight, what was his name?" Upon learning the Man In Black's name is Barry (OOC: Thanks SNAFU!), William will say another prayer for him. "May the brothers three see to it that this man... no...this brave soldier, Barry, rest with the peace that he could not enjoy in life. To Barry, The Man In Black!" And with that, he (or Nero if she chooses) will set him (and the rest of the corpses, if they have been gathered) alight using the Firebolt spell.

Once the Man in Black and his companions have been immolated and assuming that Isria allows William to have the Man In Black's possessions, Will heads to the Chuckwagon to change into the new armor with both his new sword and his Draining Blade slung behind his back. "What's our next move, Wak?"

Will tenses up as the Coalition flyer approaches but calms down when he remembers about Everis, their Ace in the Hole. He listens as they yell over their respective loudspeakers, not understanding the difference between "Hellfire" and "Scorched Earth". None of this sounds very good... We should probably get to getting. If/when he sees the shadow hatchet carrying CS members, he will try to think about who or what they could be and how to potentially take them down. (Lore: Creatures of Magic: [dice]3[/dice]/45% - PASS. Lore: Magic: [dice]4[/dice]/45% - PASS)

"Oh shit." Isria sputters and then gathers her composure and turns and shouts at the Roughnecks. "These things aren't undead. They can't be stopped easily. But they're only hunting Deadboys. Take off any CS gear if you want to live!"

"Everyone, get to the 'Wagon quick! Get out of your armor and into something else!" If the hatchet men come after his team, William will begin to defend them.

[Wakiza]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JiC: [dice]1[/dice] [dice]2[/dice]

Location: Back near the Chuckwagon

Conditions: Amplified hearing; Basic Combat Awareness focused on Jaw Bone; Viewing Thermal vision through MOH every few minutes, Telepathy

With the battle finally over, William walks up to Isria as she strips her companion of his possessions. "We unfortunately are in a hurry. I must say, your companion fought with a valor unheard of in these times. I would be honored to carry on his legacy as the Man In Black." Will kneels down and points to the recently deceased man's possessions. Letting the others gather the rest of the corpses, Will talks to Isria about the fallen soldier. "Before we set him alight, what was his name?" Upon learning the Man In Black's name is Barry (OOC: Thanks SNAFU!), William will say another prayer for him. "May the brothers three see to it that this man... no...this brave soldier, Barry, rest with the peace that he could not enjoy in life. To Barry, The Man In Black!" And with that, he (or Nero if she chooses) will set him (and the rest of the corpses, if they have been gathered) alight using the Firebolt spell.

After assisting moving the bodies, Wak will stand near Isria and Will as Will starts the funeral pyre. Wak says lightly, "May the Spirits make a place for them in the other world."

"What's our next move, Wak?"

Wak replies, "Well, now that we have Lady Isria we need to head into Hannibal and meet up with the other half of our team." Just then Wak spots the incoming hover vehicle, "Shadow these look like your guys?" After the exchange between the car and Shadow, Wak says to the others, "We need to retreat right now! Reaper can keep the other team safe." Hopefully. "We need to take Lady Isria and move back while this area gets carpet-bombed. After they are finished, we can head into Hannibal and hopefully find our people. Shadow, do have any way to contact your people with the other team?"

Intelligence: [dice]3[/dice]--56% (To figure out how feasible it is to escape, or do they need to find cover underground somewhere?)

"Oh shit." Isria sputters and then gathers her composure and turns and shouts at the Roughnecks. "These things aren't undead. They can't be stopped easily. But they're only hunting Deadboys. Take off any CS gear if you want to live!"

The group of CS Officers, about five, begin climbing (leaping really) up the embankment of the overpass and then onto the patrol car, the occupants of which apparently have not noticed the oncoming soldiers. They begin hacking at the car, which finally clues in and starts rising in altitude and spinning. A single attacker on the outside goes limp. His body falls limp to the ground. Soon the patrol stops spinning. Inside the car the sound of a grenade going off can be heard. The car suddenly streaks to the ground landing with a boom several hundred meters back further into Hannibal.

"Everyone, get to the 'Wagon quick! Get out of your armor and into something else!" If the hatchet men come after his team, William will begin to defend them.

Wak nods as he heads to the Chuckwagon, "Yes, on the double! Shadow get us the hell out of range of Operation Scorched Earth and away from those freaks!" Once on the Chuckwagon he strips off the deadboy armor and thinks, But we are in a Coalition vehicle!

[Michael Maxwell]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice] / [dice]2[/dice]

Listening as Morty runs down the weapons, facility breakdown, and other random facts Maxwell is amazed and mortified. These Bone Brothers are bad news. Even if they aren't the mission the salty mercenary feels pretty good about taking them down.

Holy Horseshit. A working brain from a Golden Age energy researcher. Somebody will pay big money to read Morty's mind. He's coming with us until I can get a hold of Frederico.

Nodding passively Maxwell gives Morty another shake down.

"Listen brain bucket. You aren't useful to us until we're out of here in one piece. You say this facility is from the Golden Age. Can it withstand a nuke hit? If so, we can hunker down here while the dead heads take care of the brain eaters. Keep in mind if you're lying you'll be irradiated with us."

After Morty's spills his guts, Mike keeps prodding.

"You say the tunnels can connect us to Hannibal and the research centre. What exactly are we looking at down there in terms of opposition? How do we kill them, or avoid them."

Pleasantries out of the way Max takes another swig of his bottomless - Bottomless! - flask and looks to the group.

"Okay if the freak is right we can get to Hannibal underground and avoid any CS zombie clearing bombing. I say we head down the tunnels and take our chance with the Bone Brothers inbred cousins down there. If Morty's playing us straight there's some valuable shit down this rat hole. If we can get the good stuff and hit Hannibal from below it's pocket aces for us."

Sipping again he makes a refreshed sigh.

"Who's up for a good old fashioned dungeon crawl?"

[Mercedes]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
Just in Case d20: [dice]1[/dice];JIC d100: [dice]2[/dice]

Continuous effects: Impervious to Fire (2 min, 45 sec), Swim as Fish: Superior (Speed 20 swimming with 98% skill, breathe underwater, +2 to parry & dodge in water, 27 min, 45 sec)

Mercedes tries not to drool over the weapons Morty presents. These must be valuable. How can I sneak them away?

"I say, these are quite the pleasant surprise. I could use another sword or two, I must admit. And a ranged weapon of some description. Relying merely on spells for ranged attacks has merit, but only for so long. I suggest that we split this booty fairly. What say you, headhunter?" I WANT THE BIG GATLING GUN! AGH! Mercedes tries not to stare too long.

"Okay if the freak is right we can get to Hannibal underground and avoid any CS zombie clearing bombing. I say we head down the tunnels and take our chance with the Bone Brothers inbred cousins down there. If Morty's playing us straight there's some valuable shit down this rat hole. If we can get the good stuff and hit Hannibal from below it's pocket aces for us."

"Pardon me? The CS is intending to carpet bomb the area? So THIS is how I perish. Ah well, we all must go some time, I suppose. Stiff upper lip and all that."
This fuckin' sucks! I'm gonna die with these goofballs? I mean, what the hell? Like I give two shits about these Bone folks. I coulda been just fine back in MercTown but noooo...Venethrax is just like a big...well...whatever.

"So am I useful enough to save from this hell?"

"Oh Morty, you poor soul. You make me feel positively terrible for lopping off your arm. I'm sure we'll do what we can. You must realize, however, that less scrupulous individuals would LOVE to interrogate you for information from 300 years ago."

[Reaper]

Let's see if I can get back into action...

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JiC d20 | d100: [dice]1[/dice] | [dice]2[/dice]

Reaper slowly walks towards the chamber, his gun at the ready. It takes every effort of his being not to open fire on the Invid Brain within.

Come, Clay, come. Free me from this hell and she will be yours. Kill me. Destroy this horrible cage. Kill me, Clay Torres! Set me free!

"What the..." his words trail off. His fingers tightening against the trigger as he hefts the rifle up in his hands. Then something triggers in his brain, Wait a minute... He quickly racks his brain over the known powers and abilities that the UEEF know about the Invid. Intelligence: [dice]3[/dice] / 71% Invid don't talk... Especially big ugly ass blobs like you. Otherwise... His mind drifts back to right before he found himself in the ruins of an Invid Hive. The battle at taking down the power core, how the Invid Brain didn't try to communicate with him. But it was the battle for humanity.

He quickly toggles his helmet microphone, "I need explosives. Lots of fucking explosives over here." As soon as one of the Roughnecks comes over, he quickly stops them from firing. "This thing is pure evil, and it's asking me to fucking kill it. I don't know about you. I just dealt with an Alien that blinked me from one reality to another, asking for the same mother fucking thing. And if this is what I think it is, I want it to suffer... I need a second opinion."

[Murdoc]

Edited 10-16-2014 10:56 PM CST

Percep: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice] [dice]2[/dice]

Murdoc looks over the assorted gear, "Most of this stuff I can't use. but the terror ward and the swords are nice. Ah, the brass knuckles would be great." He looks over at Mercedes, "I would think the TW rifles would be more your speed, but I'm fine if you wanna give the mini-gun a try."

Murdoc makes his way over to the crate of grenades and just grins when he recognizes them, "Now there I can use." He scoops up four and clips them to his utility belt. Then continues to listen as Morty goes and and describes the rest of the gear.

Walking over and checking out the Roadrunner PA, Murdoc looks to the others and chuckles, "Man, I could tear some shit up with this if we were out in the open."

"Staying down here could be a good idea, but we could also get trapped very easily." He turns to Morty, "Worms? What do you mean worms?"

Murdoc looks around then asks, "Where'd the other guy go?" He looks to be in thought, "The guy that puked his helmet.... uh, Reaper wasn't it?"

[SNAFU]

NOTE: NOBODY CAN HEAR REAPER

[Reaper]

((rolls carried over))

Reaper quickly toggles his helmet microphone, "I need explosives. Lots of fucking explosives over here." Waiting a moment and not receiving a reply, Reaper looks behind him for the others. Not seeing them he quickly tries to go back where he came from. Not finding the exit quickly, he circles back to the brain in a jar. Fuck... fuck... fuck....

"Okay, you want to be dead. I want out of this hell hole," he walks over near the brain. Keeping about 20 feet of distance, just in case something jumps out at him. "So lets play, Deathrow Game Show, I kill you and make lots of money." His rifle is pulled up, almost at the ready as he walks around the Brain to look at how its all put together. "You tell me how the hell to get out of here, and I blow you up in a spectacular fireball."

[Cale]

Perception:[dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice]; [dice]2[/dice]

"Oh shit." Isria sputters and then gathers her composure and turns and shouts at the Roughnecks. "These things aren't undead. They can't be stopped easily. But they're only hunting Deadboys. Take off any CS gear if you want to live!"

Seeing the silent things open up the patrol car like a can of beans. The Mega-steel chef slides down the gun well back into the Chuck Wagon. He starts striping out his armor while running into the cockpit. Turning to Shadow. "Get out of you'er armor. I'll drive."

"Everyone, get to the 'Wagon quick! Get out of your armor and into something else!" If the hatchet men come after his team, William will begin to defend them.

Wak nods as he heads to the Chuckwagon, "Yes, on the double! Shadow get us the hell out of range of Operation Scorched Earth and away from those freaks!"

When everyone is inside. "Alright everyone. Buckle up, it's going to be a bumpy ride!!" With that, he takes off. Flooring the acceleration.

Pilot: Tanks & APC (64%/ [dice]3[/dice])

[Nero]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
J.I.C: [dice]1[/dice]|[dice]2[/dice]

Zelda is slightly more bewildered than usual when met with the dying words of the formerly flaming dead bitch. What in the sam hell... wonder what ol' deep fried was doin' in these parts. Cool threads though. Stricken with the exotic armor of the 'sister', Zelda will nudge her body a few times - standard CS procedure if it might be magic, never know when somethings going to open a portal to 7th dream realm of therazdune in your butt... a reasonable precaution given the weirdness of the past few hours.

Deciding the armor was reasonably safe, after the infallible 'nudge-test', she nevertheless takes her time to doff the armor from the downed phoenix. During this process, Zelda lets down her concentration; abruptly ending both the firewall, and her own pyroclastic aura. Feeling a bit awkward her corpse wasn't on fire like the one o'er yonder, she'll light the corpse before figuring out what the others are up too. Why the hell didn't I have that idea!

Content with letting will and Wak have their little estrogen fest, or whatever they were up too, Zelda will be occupied slipping into her newly acquired digs! Once donned, she gives a few quick-draws and air-boxing maneuvers; to test the flexibility of her new armor.

After she's reasonably satisfied with the fit, Zelda wanders over to the Chuckwagon; watching as the body of some unknown... guy, starts to burn down. Inside, she'll start a conversation up with a good ol' fashioned slap on Wills back. "So like, what's the dealio with the Zentai, Cupcake? Nah, I'm just kiddin' - check it, I got some fancy new digs myself!"

Returning almost immediately to her vice, lit cigar in hand, she nods at Wills concern regarding the imminent CS bombing runs. Chuckling she replies "Aww, come on now. A little fire ain't ever hurt nobody! 'Sides, we got a damn good fightin' chance to bust this rodeo - so good in fact, I think I'll take a long overdue nap."

Finding the nearest, reasonably comfortable spot to dit down - Nero will make herself comfortable. Unconcerned with the troubles at hand, she kicks back and tries to catch some Z's. "See, I'm plum the hell tuckered out - I ain't got any more go-go juice, so if shit hit's the fryer all I got's this pea-shooter and an attitude that could sour milk. But last I checked, a little fermented dairy doesn't melt mega-baddies. So... yup."

O.O.C: Zelda is in her own little realm now, on the brink of psychic -if not physical- exhaustion. If combat erupts inside the vehicle, or they have to evacuate, she'll wake up. But for the meantime, she's snoring like a drunken hobo.

[SNAFU]

SNAFU!!!



Reaper

2 Minutes Have Passed


Reaper quickly toggles his helmet microphone, "I need explosives. Lots of fucking explosives over here." Waiting a moment and not receiving a reply, Reaper looks behind him for the others. Not seeing them he quickly tries to go back where he came from. Not finding the exit quickly, he circles back to the brain in a jar. Fuck... fuck... fuck....

"Okay, you want to be dead. I want out of this hell hole," he walks over near the brain. Keeping about 20 feet of distance, just in case something jumps out at him. "So lets play, Deathrow Game Show, I kill you and make lots of money." His rifle is pulled up, almost at the ready as he walks around the Brain to look at how its all put together. "You tell me how the hell to get out of here, and I blow you up in a spectacular fireball."

"Er, What? Uh.." The deep booming brain voice seems at a loss. Clay feels a gentle prodding in his brain parts. Suddenly a new voice emerges, "...I always think of you..." An the angelic form of Lynn Minmei into Clay's head. "If you want this than free me! The Song of Minmei, the implement of your love!" The brain starts to vibrate, Reaper can see now that the brain is gelatinous and slightly transparent. The brain itself starts sliding apart in gooey ropes of Invid grey matter. The hilt of a sword reveals itself, a sword that speaks and sings in Minmei's voice! "Free me from this prison and I will be a powerful ally in the quest for your true love."





Back on the Wagon.

5 Minutes Have Passed

Once the fire is dispersed, Will walks up to Jaw Bone's misted boots and says a prayer for him. "You didn't stand a chance, you tubby bastard. May the gods have more mercy on your soul than you did in life." The boots hiss and smoke, all that remains of the fat one.

With the battle finally over, William walks up to Isria as she strips her companion of his possessions. "We unfortunately are in a hurry. I must say, your companion fought with a valor unheard of in these times. I would be honored to carry on his legacy as the Man In Black." Will kneels down and points to the recently deceased man's possessions.

"Uh," Isria tilts her head and gives will and odd look, then another one meauring him up, "Yeah I guess it'll fit. He's not using it."

Letting the others gather the rest of the corpses, Will talks to Isria about the fallen soldier. "Before we set him alight, what was his name?"

"Barry," replies Isria. "Barry Barinmore."

Upon learning the Man In Black's name is Barry, William will say another prayer for him. "May the brothers three see to it that this man... no...this brave soldier, Barry Barrinmore, rest with the peace that he could not enjoy in life. To Barry, The Man In Black!" And with that, he will set him (and the rest of the corpses, if they have been gathered) alight using the Firebolt spell.

Once the Man in Black and his companions have been immolated and assuming that Isria allows William to have the Man In Black's possessions, Will heads to the Chuckwagon to change into the new armor with both his new sword and his Draining Blade slung behind his back. "What's our next move, Wak?"

Wak replies, "Well, now that we have Lady Isria we need to head into Hannibal and meet up with the other half of our team." Just then Wak spots the incoming hover vehicle, "Shadow these look like your guys?" After the exchange between the car and Shadow, Wak says to the others, "We need to retreat right now! Reaper can keep the other team safe." Hopefully. "We need to take Lady Isria and move back while this area gets carpet-bombed. After they are finished, we can head into Hannibal and hopefully find our people. Shadow, do have any way to contact your people with the other team?"

"No, we don't. No radio whatsoever. The whole area is out, damndest thing." replies Everis.

Once on the Chuckwagon he strips off the deadboy armor and thinks, But we are in a Coalition vehicle!
Will recognizes the ongoings as the work of some form of astral being with possession powers or is it a possessing spirit with astral powers? Their weapon is similar to a shadow version of a psi-sword. Wakiza also recognizes the psi-weapon nature of the enemy spirits' tomahawks. After consideration Wak realizes the spread of the zombie threat suggests that the burn area will be too large for them to drive beyond the fire zone. They have to get underground!

Seeing the silent things open up the patrol car like a can of beans. The Mega-steel chef slides down the gun well back into the Chuck Wagon. He starts striping out his armor while running into the cockpit. Turning to Shadow. "Get out of you'er armor. I'll drive."

Shadow agrees silently and removes his armor.

When everyone is inside. "Alright everyone. Buckle up, it's going to be a bumpy ride!!"

Everis shrugs, pulls out a cigar. "Uh, now hold on there son, I'm not sure we got much choice here. They've drawn a circle around Hannibal and are going to burn inwards. Basically a controlled plasma burn sweeping from some where between here and New Chillicothe straight up to the river's edge. We can head to the river. What else is there?"

Isria snorts, "I suppose you claim not to know the pit of horrors that is the Mark Twain Research Facility! Bah, typical! You're either ignorant or a psychopath." Isria spits, "These monsters have an underground torture chamber near the port facility. It's where we were held, and where the phantom warriors came. From what we could tell it's connecting cave system descends far below even the deepest rooms of the facility. It was from those depths that an ancient evil was released. Those spirits out there are a powerful form of possessing spirit. They are the immortal servants of some Dark God, a very, old, local evil. Astral spirits with no physical form except those they possess. Only psionics or some magic can protect you. Luckily they will literally ignore you unless you wear that ridiculous death's head symbol. So juvenile."

"Lady," Everis shakes his head, "I thought we agreed we were better off apart. Well, wait aren't they goinig to attack us in this mother?" Everis pats the console of the APC.

"I have an idea." Isria enters the gunwell. She pulls a wand from hir robe and mutters a phrase. "I have used an illusion to disguise the vehicle. Let us pray that it works."

Cales moves the Chuckwagon past the over pass and into Hannibal. The smoke is so thick it works in their favor combining with the magic of Isria's illusion to allow them a relatively clear passage through the settlement. The fortified portion of the outpost has long been demnolished, and they are able to drive right into the garage at the Mark Twain Facility. The garage is itself a three level structure allowing Cale to lower it underground to a safe location. When they exit the APC they can hear the sounds of slaughter and destruction. And then they close the garage door behind them.

Mark Twain Research Facility


Morty and Friends

2 Minutes Have Passed

Listening as Morty runs down the weapons, facility breakdown, and other random facts Maxwell is amazed and mortified. These Bone Brothers are bad news. Even if they aren't the mission the salty mercenary feels pretty good about taking them down.

Holy Horseshit. A working brain from a Golden Age energy researcher. Somebody will pay big money to read Morty's mind. He's coming with us until I can get a hold of Frederico.

Nodding passively Maxwell gives Morty another shake down.

"Listen brain bucket. You aren't useful to us until we're out of here in one piece. You say this facility is from the Golden Age. Can it withstand a nuke hit? If so, we can hunker down here while the dead heads take care of the brain eaters. Keep in mind if you're lying you'll be irradiated with us."

"Pardon me? The CS is intending to carpet bomb the area? So THIS is how I perish. Ah well, we all must go some time, I suppose. Stiff upper lip and all that."
This fuckin' sucks! I'm gonna die with these goofballs? I mean, what the hell? Like I give two shits about these Bone folks. I coulda been just fine back in MercTown but noooo...Venethrax is just like a big...well...whatever.

"Oh do not worry!," nods Morty, "We're very safe if we go all the way to the conduit! It's 3000 meters below the surface! You didn't think my sketch was to scale, did you? Oh my no, silly future Barbarians." Morty shakes his head.

Morty opens a panel on his chest where a 3-d image projector extends and begins to display a 3D version of this:


After Morty's spills his guts, Mike keeps prodding.

"You say the tunnels can connect us to Hannibal and the research centre. What exactly are we looking at down there in terms of opposition? How do we kill them, or avoid them."

"Those cretins have been experimenting on creatures and humans alike they store the products of these experiments down there. Most are just mindless walkers, others are hunters. Where ever there are deep pools of water giant eyeless worms lay in wait, they sleep most of the time though if we can avoid disturbing them we should be fine. The tunnel is 8km to the Hannibal connection but we can take the automated rail system. It can get us there in miniutes." Morty replies.

Walking over and checking out the Roadrunner PA, Murdoc looks to the others and chuckles, "Man, I could tear some shit up with this if we were out in the open."

"The Conduit is very large, my muscular friend, even compared to you." responds Morty.

"Staying down here could be a good idea, but we could also get trapped very easily." He turns to Morty, "Worms? What do you mean worms?"

"Very, large worms. No eyes, swallow you whole if you let them." Morty shakes his head.

Murdoc looks around then asks, "Where'd the other guy go?" He looks to be in thought, "The guy that puked his helmet.... uh, Reaper wasn't it?"[/quote]

"I believe your friend is in the Generator Room. Unfortunately it is locked from within... and in another dimension."

Pleasantries out of the way Max takes another swig of his bottomless - Bottomless! - flask and looks to the group.

"Okay if the freak is right we can get to Hannibal underground and avoid any CS zombie clearing bombing. I say we head down the tunnels and take our chance with the Bone Brothers inbred cousins down there. If Morty's playing us straight there's some valuable shit down this rat hole. If we can get the good stuff and hit Hannibal from below it's pocket aces for us."

Sipping again he makes a refreshed sigh.

"Who's up for a good old fashioned dungeon crawl?"

"Oh Morty, you poor soul. You make me feel positively terrible for lopping off your arm. I'm sure we'll do what we can. You must realize, however, that less scrupulous individuals would LOVE to interrogate you for information from 300 years ago."

"Well, it happens." Morty waves away Mercedies apologies. "Hmm, a fate of imprisonment and interrogation is one I'd most like to avoid. Perhaps if I trade my most precious valuable to you, you would protect me from such an existence? They call it a Battery, but I think its pretty." Again on the screen, Morty flashes an image to Mercedes only.



When Michael thinks back to his Icarus, he recalls that Robot Dave was carefully tarping it down to the near indestructible barge.


What do you do?

[Michael Maxwell]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice] / [dice]2[/dice]

"Oh do not worry!," nods Morty, "We're very safe if we go all the way to the conduit! It's 3000 meters below the surface! You didn't think my sketch was to scale, did you? Oh my no, silly future Barbarians." Morty shakes his head.

Morty opens a panel on his chest where a 3-d image projector extends and begins to display a 3D image

Looking at the image Maxwell frowns. That's a big ass facility. I gotta get Freddy out here.

"Three thousand meters, that's half way to hell. If it's environmentally sealed they could drop a nuke on the place and we wouldn't feel it. I guess we're going down under. Hopefully, it won't be like the time in SOuth America I got caught in a cave with a giant guava bat. Frecking thing thought I was tasty treat until it figured out my metal bits are pretty damned crunchy."

After hearing Morty's description of all the various bad things in the cave Maxwell amends his assessment.

"Maybe it could be worse."

Murdoc looks around then asks, "Where'd the other guy go?" He looks to be in thought, "The guy that puked his helmet.... uh, Reaper wasn't it?"

"I believe your friend is in the Generator Room. Unfortunately it is locked from within... and in another dimension."

"Another dimension. What the hell are you talking about. Pull him out of there. I just met Reaper and he's kind of an asshole but we need his help."

Once Reaper has been retrieved Maxwell attempts to heard the cats further into the bowels of the facility. Not relishing the journey he makes sure his thermal imaging and night vision are working properly before swapping out his damaged CS Dead Boy armor for the Naruni battle armor. Clipping on the servo harness and loading a belt into the giant Vulcan mini-gun Max grins.

"Lock and load tunnel rats."

[Wakiza]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JiC: [dice]1[/dice] [dice]2[/dice]

Location: The Bottom Parking level of the Mark Twain Research Facility

Conditions: Amplified hearing; Viewing Thermal vision through MOE every few minutes, Sense Evil--10 min duration

Isria spits, "These monsters have an underground torture chamber near the port facility. It's where we were held, and where the phantom warriors came. From what we could tell it's connecting cave system descends far below even the deepest rooms of the facility. It was from those depths that an ancient evil was released. Those spirits out there are a powerful form of possessing spirit. They are the immortal servants of some Dark God, a very, old, local evil. Astral spirits with no physical form except those they possess. Only psionics or some magic can protect you. Luckily they will literally ignore you unless you wear that ridiculous death's head symbol. So juvenile."

What the Sweet Spirits have we gotten ourselves into this time? Now it is a Dark God too. Like it wasn't bad enough we had to deal with the Deadboys and Zombies! Wak finishes removing his armor and speaks up, "Do you know anything else about the facility, and Shadow what do you know about this facility? By the way those axes are similar to a Psi-Sword, so whatever those things are it is likely that they have some psychic power."

Lore: Demon & Monsters: [dice]3[/dice]--73% What those things were?
Lore: Magic: [dice]4[/dice]--38% How they were created?
Mythology: [dice]5[/dice]--38% Dark God?

Cale moves the Chuckwagon past the over pass and into Hannibal. The smoke is so thick it works in their favor combining with the magic of Isria's illusion to allow them a relatively clear passage through the settlement. The fortified portion of the outpost has long been demnolished, and they are able to drive right into the garage at the Mark Twain Facility. The garage is itself a three level structure allowing Cale to lower it underground to a safe location. When they exit the APC they can hear the sounds of slaughter and destruction. And then they close the garage door behind them.

Wak flashes back to an ugly part of the war where the Tolkeen mages released demons upon an innocent town that unknowingly assisted an injured Deadboy patrol. The sounds of the demons slaughtering that town along with the soldiers is eerily similar to the sounds outside this facility. Wak shivers and then tries to shake off the sounds of slaughter, Too much like the war . . . ignore it Wak you know you can't save everyone and this is a Deadboy town anyway. Focus on surviving and finding the rest of your team. Remember your greater purpose, ending the slavery of our people to the supernatural monsters that invade this world.

He quietly says an ancient prayer that he heard his father recite to the Great Spirit for Strength many times over, "Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the wind, Whose breath gives life to all the world. Hear me; I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice. Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people. Help me to remain calm and strong in the face of all that comes towards me. Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock. Help me seek pure thoughts and act with the intention of helping others. Help me find compassion without empathy overwhelming me. I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy Myself. Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes. So when life fades, as the fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame."

Wak smiles at Isria, "Nice illusion Lady Isria, thanks for the assist." Wak looks around at the group, "As much as I don't like walking around in nothing but my Stalker suit, which is better than what Cale and Shadow are wearing, we should check out this facility and head to the lower levels. This is just a parking structure and a plasma storm is on its way! I know you are beat Nero, but you and Will need to take the lead as you two are the only armored troopers on this mission. We will be right behind you." Wak looks over at Cale and smiles, "Just a little prisoner rescue in coalition territory, huh?" Wak is keeping a close eye out while they head into the facility.

Detect Ambush: [dice]6[/dice]--58%
Detect Concealment: [dice]7[/dice]--38%

He doesn't like the feel of this place, so Wak activates his Sense Evil psionic ability (-2 isp)

Wak thinks out, Lord Illyncryth if you are keeping an eye on me you know we have Lady Isria, I wouldn't try having a chat with her until we are out of here and have her back in Merctown. Supposedly there is a Dark God below here who has released some creatures against the Coalition. That must be what is behind the Bone family. Don't know what caused the plague yet, but I'm guessing we will find something in this facility. I wouldn't be at all surprised if it was something the Deadboys did to themselves!

[William Summers]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice]/[dice]2[/dice]%

Chuckwagon: Cale, William, Nero, Wakiza, Caradoc, Everis, CS Grunt

"Illusions? Not really my forte, but nice work." During the drive to the Mark Twain Facility, Will questions Isria about their mission and the new armor of his. "What were you doing out here? Who comprised your squad? I saw the fiery woman, we've got one of our own as of late, and Barry but you said there were more? I can feel the magic emanating in waves from this armor, what can it do? And what can you do, fellow follower of the magicks? Where do you hail from? I'm from Dweomer myself. Lovely place, really. I think of everything I've seen only Lazlo compares."

Wak looks around at the group, "As much as I don't like walking around in nothing but my Stalker suit, which is better than what Cale and Shadow are wearing, we should check out this facility and head to the lower levels. This is just a parking structure and a plasma storm is on its way! I know you are beat Nero, but you and Will need to take the lead as you two are the only armored troopers on this mission. We will be right behind you."

"Not so fast, buddy. I've got a little something for you." Will hands Wakiza the Mage Armor that he has stored in the Chuckwagon. "This should keep you from getting fried too quickly. I tested it out earlier. Armor of Ithan and Breathe Without Air enchantments. Just in case the shit hits the fan." He waits for everyone to get suited up and then leads the way into the facility.

[Wakiza]

Rolls and status as above.

As they are getting ready to move forward,

"Not so fast, buddy. I've got a little something for you." Will hands Wakiza the Mage Armor that he has stored in the Chuckwagon. "This should keep you from getting fried too quickly. I tested it out earlier. Armor of Ithan and Breathe Without Air enchantments. Just in case the shit hits the fan." He waits for everyone to get suited up and then leads the way into the facility.

Wak nods to Will, "Thanks Will, this makes me feel a little better even if it is stinking mage armor." Wak laughs aloud. He quickly throws on the suit provided by Will. Okay, now I feel a little better about heading into this facility. I'll have to try watch over Shadow and Cale, even though it looks like Cale will be just fine. Wak says to Cale quietly when away from the Deadboys, "Hey Cale you ever figure what happened to increase your toughness? Do you know how long its gonna last?"

[Cale]

Perception:[dice]0[/dice]
JIC:[dice]1[/dice]; [dice]2[/dice]

Wak looks over at Cale and smiles, "Just a little prisoner rescue in coalition territory, huh?"

Shrugging his sholders, the Mega-steel chef chuckles in reply. "Simple? This is just a microcosim of life. I was just planning to lessen the dangers to us. Based on what we knew."

Wak says to Cale quietly when away from the Deadboys, "Hey Cale you ever figure what happened to increase your toughness? Do you know how long its gonna last?"

"As far as figure, it was something I ate. The only thing close to not normal I ate lately was that pie I made from a giant apple. I normally don't eat a whole pie by my self, especially when it just came out of the oven. I share and make sure I have Ice Cream. I got that from the loot some unknown Demon Lady we fought just before you joined up."

Shaking his head in amusement. "That is one of the reasons the CS tries to keep an eye on us cooks. We have a tendency of trying anything to see what it taste like. That and we test things we don't trust on people who annoy us. I don't know how long it will last or if I will be like this forever. I'm playing it like the condition is temporary."

[Reaper]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JiC d20 | d100: [dice]1[/dice] | [dice]2[/dice]

"Er, What? Uh.." The deep booming brain voice seems at a loss. Clay feels a gentle prodding in his brain parts. Suddenly a new voice emerges, "...I always think of you..." An the angelic form of Lynn Minmei into Clay's head. "If you want this than free me! The Song of Minmei, the implement of your love!" The brain starts to vibrate, Reaper can see now that the brain is gelatinous and slightly transparent. The brain itself starts sliding apart in gooey ropes of Invid grey matter. The hilt of a sword reveals itself, a sword that speaks and sings in Minmei's voice! "Free me from this prison and I will be a powerful ally in the quest for your true love."

"Minmei!" Clay yells out, and quick draws up his Naruni Pistol. "Let her out of there you god damn bug!" He then proceeds to fire off round after round into the Giant Gelatinous being. Once the sword is free enough for him to grab, he goes over to it and then starts taking slices at the brain with the sword.

"You'll never keep her!" He starts to move into the brain slicing and firing away till his Pistol runs dry. "She's mine!"

---

After Reaper finishes, he cradles the sword as if it was a lost lover. "What have they done to you baby." Tears start to well in his eyes, "I'll make you better... I have friends, they will know what to do. They understand this melding of magic and technology. We will free you, I swear!"

[Mercedes]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
Just in Case d20: [dice]1[/dice];JIC d100: [dice]2[/dice]

Continuous effects: Impervious to Fire (45 sec), Swim as Fish: Superior (Speed 20 swimming with 98% skill, breathe underwater, +2 to parry & dodge in water, 25 min, 45 sec)

"I would think the TW rifles would be more your speed, but I'm fine if you wanna give the mini-gun a try."

"Oh rifles, yes. How excellent. Oh bother! I just recalled I have entirely NO PROFICIENCY in them! What a shame!"

Not relishing the journey he makes sure his thermal imaging and night vision are working properly before swapping out his damaged CS Dead Boy armor for the Naruni battle armor. Clipping on the servo harness and loading a belt into the giant Vulcan mini-gun Max grins.

Mercedes rolls her eyes as Michael grabs the items he wants.

"Hmm, yes, don't let me stop you now. Do you rather think that the rest of your little team is entitled to a share of this armory? What might they like, hmmm?"

Mercedes takes the two plasma blades and the Knock-Knock pistol, but will grudgingly haul other weapons if asked.

[Murdoc]

Percep: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice] [dice]2[/dice]

Murdoc gives a nod to Maxwell and furrows his brows at the passive aggressive comment Mercedes made before he slings his particle beam rifle and slides the TW Magic Knuckles onto his left hand, "Too bad I don't know anything about piloting a PA." He gives both the swords a look over then scoops up The Obsidian Sword and the Terrorward. Securing the Terrorward he gives The Obsidian Sword a test swing, smiles and nods.

Looking over the rest of the stuff he pauses in front of the NE-1XXX "Modified/Remodified" Plasma Rifle and studies it for a moment then looks at the sword in his hand. Turning back to the others Murdoc says, "We can't carry all this stuff. I mean, I'd like to use that PA but this ain't the time to learn it on the fly. So, um, what are we gonna do with all this good stuff that we can't carry? You guys have some magical method to get all the goodies out of here with us?"

Murdoc fingers the gouges in his armor and looks to Maxwell, "This heavy stuff ain't really my speed, but I could use a fresh suit. Do you think give me a hand changing out?"
Murdoc sets down his new sword and the magic knuckles then unslings his rifle and takes off his utility belt, careful not to drop the new grenades. While he's switching armor, Murdoc looks to Morty and says, "And just how many of these things will we have to fight our way through?"

Once he's done changing out his armor, Murdoc clips on his utility belt and slings his rifle. The Terrorward is a little uncomfortable under the armor, but Murdoc deals with it and slips on the magic knuckles before taking The Obsidian Sword in hand.

[Nero]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
J.I.C: [dice]1[/dice]|[dice]2[/dice]

Nero takes a long, accentuated draw on her cigar... Sometimes there ain't no damn rest for the wicked. Looking at the ceiling she lethargically rises from her reclined position. "Right... well, sometimes I reckon you just have to burn everything to get some damned shut-eye. Fuckin' zombie's, dead god's and shit! I don't get paid enough for this damn freak-show!"

Obviously mumbling somewhat to herself, she get's her gear rounded up and looks half-ready to light kittens on fire. "Right. Cupcake, Cyber-Sioux, y'all sissies wana' get this here inquisition over with? Top-side'll be crispier than finger-toothed carpet bagger, deep fried with a side of chitlins after giving a brawler the business. So that leaves whatever rancid shit hole festered down here, fun right?"

[SNAFU]

SNAFU!

15 Minutes Have Passed For All

The Facility
Wak, Will, Nero, Cale, Everis, Isria

"All I know about this facility is that it's run by Lt. Colonel Vancer, one candy-assed no nuts if I I ever met one." Sergeant Major Everis.

Mark Twain's Ghost

Perception: [dice]165680:0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]165680:1[/dice]/[dice]165680:2[/dice]%

Chuckwagon: Cale, William, Nero, Wakiza, Caradoc, Everis, CS Grunt

"Illusions? Not really my forte, but nice work." During the drive to the Mark Twain Facility, Will questions Isria about their mission and the new armor of his. "What were you doing out here? Who comprised your squad? I saw the fiery woman, we've got one of our own as of late, and Barry but you said there were more? I can feel the magic emanating in waves from this armor, what can it do? And what can you do, fellow follower of the magicks? Where do you hail from? I'm from Dweomer myself. Lovely place, really. I think of everything I've seen only Lazlo compares."

"In this world I hailed from Tolkeen, now nowhere. My people are called the Amana, and I am healer turned soldier. Our Leaders sent us here to investigate the dark shroud our psychics have sensed growing in this region. Whatever is happening here is not good for anyone. Here, inside the breast plate are some rudimentary instructions." Isria replies to Will's inquiries. She gets uncomfortably close to Will to point out the slightly hidden instructions for the voice command activation system of his new armor, and a simple set of diagrams describing the functions. (First couple of uses should be a little shaky in the RP sense.)

They exit the vehicle in the under ground garage of the facility. Looking behind them, the group sees that Isria has used her abilities with Illusions to make the Chuckwagon look like a giant pig.


Inside the facility the group finds the place torn apart and the evidence of violence is everywhere. As their eyes adjust to the flickering lights the team sees the ghostly or more likely holographic image of an old-timey gent with a big mustache.


The man says, "Oh, Why hello there. Welcome to the Mark Twain Cave Complex. Jzzzgkt" The image flickers and glitches. It seizes to recognize or interact with you however it continues to follow you around the facility. Occasionally piping in with random tidbits, "Man has been here 32,000 years. That it took a hundred million years to prepare the world for him is proof that that is what it was done for. I suppose it is, I dunno. If The Eiffel Tower were now to represent the world's age, the skin of paint on the pinnacle knob at its summit would represent man's share of that age; and anybody would perceive that the skin was what the tower was built for. I reckon they would, I dunno."

They venture further into the facility always accompanied by the ghostly image. "But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most? When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained."

Colonel Vancer's Gone and Done What?

Further down they find themselves in a morbidly festooned open hall. "Terror is an efficiacious agent only when it doesn't last. In the long run there is more terror in threats than in execution, for when you get used to terror your emotions get dulled.", observes the hologram.

Echoing in the hall are the moans of some one apparently enjoying some depraved pleasure. The ghost says,"Caesar in his Commentaries, says, "to the lonely it is company; to the forsaken it is a friend; to the aged and impotent it is a benefactor; they that be penniless are yet rich, in that they still have this majestic diversion. There are times when I prefer it to sodomy."" The Old Man clears his throat and tamps his pipe, "Now, the monkey is the only animal, except man, that practices this science; hence he is our brother; there is a bond of sympathy and relationship between us. Give this ingenious animal an audience of the proper kind, and he will straightway put aside his other affairs and take a whet; and you will see by the contortions and his ecstatic expression that he takes an intelligent and human interest in his performance.

As they move forward they are greeted by the following sight:

Glad to see that the man isn't doing something embarrassingly sexual, the group will soon realize that something horrifying and perverted is however indeed still happening here. The man is clearly deriving his pleasure from the taste of blood.

"Holy Hand Grenades! That's Vancer! What the Fark is going on here? What the hell are you doing man!" blurts Sergeant Major Everis. The man Vancer ignores you as you approach and before your very eyes he transforms from a typical well-fed Coalition senior science officer into something unnatural and dark. The device on the Vancer's chest is clearly the source of the transformation and within seconds it is over. Those with experience will recognize that some kind of vampire stands before them.

After a beat the ghost image says, "Hannibal has had a hard time of it ever since I can recollect, and I was "raised" there. First, it had me for a citizen, but I was too young then to really hurt the place. Now, when these folks came in I told the devils 'The trouble with you Chicago people is, that you think you are the best people down here in this hell; whereas you are merely the most numerous.' Such is the human race. Often it does seem such a pity that Noah and his party did not miss the boat."


Vancer the newly formed vampire turns towards you and grins. "Shut up ghost. Mark Twain was a hack. Who's this now, come to join me for dinner?"

Combat Posts!



The Underground
Murdoc, Maxwell, Mercedes, Reaper, Morty

Reaper

Minmei's voice cries out from the sword. "Oh, Clay. This sword has the power to link its owner to their one true love. It links you to me through time and space. It wants to be used to bring us together. Save me, use the might of this sword, that links you to me, to vanquish your enemies to make me yours! Now turn around and point the blade at the wall behind you." If Reaper does this he finds the wall melts away revealing the hallway he was in before the brain room. When he steps out he can hear the voices of his bickering comrades and will be able to catch up.


Morty's Stash

Turning back to the others Murdoc says, "We can't carry all this stuff. I mean, I'd like to use that PA but this ain't the time to learn it on the fly. So, um, what are we gonna do with all this good stuff that we can't carry? You guys have some magical method to get all the goodies out of here with us?"..."And just how many of these things will we have to fight our way through?"

"Oh. my large friend. Why, I know just the thing!" Morty moves towards an intercom "Ringo, George, John, and Paul, come to my current position please."
Shortly the team is joined by 4 mindless undead servants.
"And not to worry, as long as the train works we won't need to worry about the horde, ha ha." Soon Morty has the items and armor packed up and ready for transport he loads each of the house zombies with the gear.
Morty leads the group through more tunnels up stairs, until they have reached what he calls 'his little corner'. On the walls they can again see ancient writing mention the Googletherm Condiuit. And a ancient display map:

The Googletherm Conduit Information Display

GTC pilot projects:
Phase One <Completed>
• Hannibal, MO
• Mount Shasta, CA
Phase Two
• Manhattan, NY
• Washington, DC
• Denver, CO
• San Francisco, CA
• Los Angeles, CA
Phase Three
Conduit Interface: Full Coherence

When they get to Morty's space he unpacks a crate of bottles. Anyone with a sharp eye for booze will notice the extreme vintage of the
whisky. On the back label is a strange pattern of digital codes.

Also he pulls out a large trunk which he himself carries. As they walk Morty explains the box and it's function.

Thirsty Pete's Chow Box (TW Magic Kitchen)

Food Preservation & Preparation Device
M.D.C.: 100
Weight: 50 lbs (empty or fully loaded)
Dimensions: 2'6" tall, 2'6" wide, 4' long
P.P.E. Storage: 200 P.P.E. recharges 20 per hour at leylines
Activation Cost: Dimensional Envelope, Suspended Animation and Voice Control are constant/free
Temperature/Temporal Controls Costs: 14 PPE per one hour of use
Magic Features
• Has the storage capacity of an 8'x8'x8' pantry.
• Divided into 64 individual 2'x2'x2' compartments
• Compartments are mystical organized and specific compartments can be opened by voice command, or they can be cycled through one by one.
• Each compartment has the ability to act as a stasis unit. Items age at the rate of one day per year while inside.
• Each compartment has the ability to act as a oven, slow-cooker, or barbecue depending on the user's needs.
• Each compartment has the ability to act as a freezer or cooler.
• Temperature can be precisely controlled. Ranges from -40 centigrade to Inferno (1d4 MD per minute).
• Time inside the box can be distorted. Effective cooking times can be reduced to one tenth (or increased tenfold) of the normal cooking time.
• Voice Activated and Controlled
• +25% to Cooking rolls
Notes
Mind of Its Own: Anyone spending a lot of time with this device will get the impression it is alive. Turns itself on at odd times, makes odd vaguely reactive or communicative machine noises, etc.
Angel's Share: Users of this device will find they lose 10% of all foodstuffs placed in the device, due to some unknown process.
••Other Qualities to Be Discovered Through Roleplay

Morty And Mercedes

When they have a moment alone Morty says, "My lady, really I insist." He practically throws the medallion at Mercedes. Instantly she recognizes it holds an incredible amount of mystical power.

Miniaturized Tolkeenite PPE Battery

M.D.C.: 10
P.P.E.: 180
Recharge Rate: 10 P.P.E. per hour.
Other Features
••To Be Discovered Through Roleplay

The Descent

Eventually the odd procession comes to the final descent in an ancient but excellently maintained elevator. It is big enough for the group and the gear. Mort activates the systems and they descend. As they come to the bottom they enter the cave as depicted by Morty except that there is no rickety bridge across the worm pit. It is possible to cross only by a very difficult climbing and balancing act along the sides.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. It seems we've been sabotaged! Well, the boys and I can cross through it, the worms have no taste for dead flesh. But you'll need to stay out they'll chew through armor in seconds.." When they study the dark muck in the pool they see it is writhing with worms. There are thousands of them the largest no more than a foot long.

Please include 5 JIC rolls of both d100 and d20 in your post.
Also include Climbing, Balance skill rolls if available.

Obviously may have missed some details, please PM or YM me for clarity or details.

What do you intend to do?

[Wakiza]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JiC: [dice]1[/dice] [dice]2[/dice]

Location: In the Mark Twain Research Facility

Conditions: Amplified hearing; Viewing Thermal vision through MOE every few minutes, Sense Evil--10 min duration

While still in the parking lot.

Nero takes a long, accentuated draw on her cigar... Sometimes there ain't no damn rest for the wicked. Looking at the ceiling she lethargically rises from her reclined position. "Right... well, sometimes I reckon you just have to burn everything to get some damned shut-eye. Fuckin' zombie's, dead god's and shit! I don't get paid enough for this damn freak-show!"

Obviously mumbling somewhat to herself, she get's her gear rounded up and looks half-ready to light kittens on fire. "Right. Cupcake, Cyber-Sioux, y'all sissies wana' get this here inquisition over with? Top-side'll be crispier than finger-toothed carpet bagger, deep fried with a side of chitlins after giving a brawler the business. So that leaves whatever rancid shit hole festered down here, fun right?"

Wak just nods through Nero's ramblings, "She's right about that last part let's keep moving. Everyone keep an eye out for anything interesting while we go through this place." Wak considers what he has seen and speaks up, "I am pretty sure we are dealing with the son of a Choctaw god, Nalusa Falaya, the Soul Eater. Those shadow warriors are his creation, poor cursed braves whose souls are bound to this Nalusa. If I remember correctly those things are astral beings and those tomahawks can do wicked long term things to a person." Great a mad god of the Choctaw's, this day just gets better and better.

Shrugging his sholders, the Mega-steel chef chuckles in reply. "Simple? This is just a microcosim of life. I was just planning to lessen the dangers to us. Based on what we knew."

Wak just smiles, "I know and I agreed, it just a bad time to be without our more potent belongings and its likely to get worse before it gets better."

"As far as figure, it was something I ate. The only thing close to not normal I ate lately was that pie I made from a giant apple. I normally don't eat a whole pie by my self, especially when it just came out of the oven. I share and make sure I have Ice Cream. I got that from the loot some unknown Demon Lady we fought just before you joined up."

Shaking his head in amusement. "That is one of the reasons the CS tries to keep an eye on us cooks. We have a tendency of trying anything to see what it taste like. That and we test things we don't trust on people who annoy us. I don't know how long it will last or if I will be like this forever. I'm playing it like the condition is temporary."

This time Wakiza laughs out loud, "So you ate a demon's apple! You have balls my friend I will give you that. Being like that forever may not be such a bad thing, Laser blasts not disintegrating your anatomy can be useful in our line of work. Oh and by the way nice bacon-mobile back there, maybe you should make that change permanent?"

As they move through the facility Wak keeps a close eye for an ambush or anything interesting.

Detect Ambush-- [dice]3[/dice] / 58%
Detect Concealment-- [dice]4[/dice] / 38%

As the image appears and speaks to the group Wak wonders, Nice a holographic image I wonder if it is interactive? Wak speaks to the image, "Do you understand us?" If it replies in the affirmative Wak will continue, "What is this place? What was the Coalition doing here? What happened to cause all this gore? Oh and we need to get lower in these caverns as the surface is about to receive a blasting that is just short of being nuked." As the image continues to ramble Wak begins to think this whole facility has gone mad! Great and this is where we had to hide our heads.

After Shadow recognizes his man . . . well sort of a man, but now a vampire, Wak will prepare to dispatch it from this world. What did I learn about vamps from my training, hmm.

Lore: Demon & Monsters-- [dice]5[/dice] / 73% (Initial post will be my psi-swords, but If I don't pass my Lore check I will update it to use my rifle since I won't know what will harm it.)

Wak yells a few tidbits that he remembers, "Remember, wood, silver or magic . . normal weapons won't hurt it."

Initiative: [dice]6[/dice]
APM: 7

Action 1: Wak Activates Mind Block (-4 isp) moves towards poor Vancer.
Action 2: Wak brings forth two psi swords and attacks Vancer with Psi-Sword. Strike: [dice]7[/dice] Damage: [dice]8[/dice] to hps.
Action 3: Wak attacks Vancer with Psi-Sword. Strike: [dice]9[/dice] Damage: [dice]10[/dice] to hps.
Action 4: Wak attacks Vancer with Psi-Sword. Strike: [dice]11[/dice] Damage: [dice]12[/dice] to hps.
Action 5: Wak attacks Vancer with Psi-Sword. Strike: [dice]13[/dice] Damage: [dice]14[/dice] to hps.
Action 6: Wak attacks Vancer with Psi-Sword. Strike: [dice]15[/dice] Damage: [dice]16[/dice] to hps.
Action 7: Wak attacks Vancer with Psi-Sword. Strike: [dice]17[/dice] Damage: [dice]18[/dice] to hps.

Parries: [dice]19[/dice]; [dice]20[/dice]; [dice]21[/dice]; [dice]22[/dice]; [dice]23[/dice]; [dice]24[/dice]

Contingency 1: If my armor is damaged I will sacrifice my next attack to activate the Armor of Ithan TW function (remember I am wearing Will's mage armor)

[Michael Maxwell]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice] (nat 20)
JIC: [dice]1[/dice] / [dice]2[/dice]

Walking dead? Train cars? Tunnels? I haven't seen anything this trippy since I ate those mushrooms in the Magic Zone. I still can't explain half of that shit.

Going along for the ride Mike takes in everything he sees like a kid in a candy store. He knows a few guys in the arms industry who would pay big bucks to see this place. If he can find a note pad or something to grab an image with he will record everything he sees about the Googletherm project. That is until the whiskey crate presents itself.

Taking a bottle from the crate he eyes it lovingly and lets out a long low whistle.

"This stuff goes back to the Golden Age. It is probably as smooth as a Quick Flex's ass."

Removing the cap from one of the bottles Maxwell takes a good sniff and puts it to his lips for a tiny sip.

"Oh, that's nice. Let's keep this, it'll be worth a fortune." Taking another sip Maxwell turns the bottle over and examines the label. "Looks like some kind of computer code. Anybody here able to crack codes? What about you Morty, any idea what this shit is?"

Putting the bottle carefully in his pack the merc gets back to business.

At the edge of the worm pit Maxwell considers taking another drink. Too bad his Icarus was parked above ground he could easily glide over the pit. Quickly, he let's his cybernetics go to work measuring the distance across to see if he can just jump over (OOC: Using laser distancer in multi-optic eye to measure the size of the pit, can leap 30' across). Regardless Maxwell is confident he and Murdoc can get over with no problem, hell the juicer could probably do it blind folded.

"Hey magic lady, you got any tricks that can just float us across? Otherwise, maybe me and Murdoc can go first and secure a line on the other side. Anyone got any rope?"

Potential Skills:
Climbing/Rappelling 70/60%
Sense of balance 65%
Walk tightrope or high wire 63%
Climb Rope 82%

Rolls: [dice=string]3[/dice] (Given these rolls i think it's important to note I can leap 15' high as well. hopefully jump to a safe ledge or something)

OOC: If there are no objections can the Naruni armor, servo harness, and Vulcan gun get added to my sheet? I have a feeling we may need them.

[William Summers]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice]/[dice]2[/dice]

Conditions:
Cuerpo: 240/240 minutes: does not fatigue, is resistant to heat and cold and can breathe w/o air, Climb spell, Swim as a Fish: Superior, Leap 145'.
Bravura: 20/20 melee rounds, 50/50 MDC Energy Field, SNPS of 30, PE of 24 , Speed is increased by 50% (Will: Speed: 52. 23' per action), Impervious to all Energy Attacks, Cold, Fire, Drugs, Poison, Disease, Mind Control, Possession, Illusion, Pain, Horror Factor, Additional Saving Throw bonuses: +7 vs the vampire's bite, +11 vs magic, +11 vs psionics, see sheet for more.

Candy assed no nuts... Coalition slang is strange indeed. I'll have to remember that one for later.

"In this world I hailed from Tolkeen, now nowhere. My people are called the Amana, and I am healer turned soldier. Our Leaders sent us here to investigate the dark shroud our psychics have sensed growing in this region. Whatever is happening here is not good for anyone. Here, inside the breast plate are some rudimentary instructions."

"An absolute shame and a waste what happened to your people, Isria. I hope that King Creed is still alive and well wherever he may be. Well, like my compatriot, Wak over there said, we're probably dealing with the dark gods here. Nalusa Falaya could easily be the dark shroud your psychics were sensing. And if the spreads of Z is associated with it, then no, it's definitely not good."

Will reads through the instructions for the armor, impressed by what it can do. "Powerful magicks indeed." Walking through the facility mad seeing the gore everywhere puts Will on edge. "Be on your guard everyone. This place might not be much safer than the outside world..."

At the sight of the ghost, Will draws his Draining Blade and prepares to fight. When it turns out to be merely a morbid tour ghost or hologram, Will angrily puts his weapon away. "We don't have time for ghosts who ramble on about terror and Satan! We need to get to the rest of our group! For all we know, they could be misted by now..."

Will blocks out the sound of the ghost's chatter by recounting his spell library in his head. Upon finding Vancer, Will watches the transformation in horror and disgust as the man becomes a vampire in front of his eyes.

"Vancer? I heard you were a candy-assed no nuts. Come get some." Will tries to use the armor enchantment that allows him to combat the undead, but instead uses the power word Cuerpo, activating an entirely different enchantment. He makes a leap toward the vampire, overshooting by quite a bit due to the leaping aspect of the enchantment he used and hitting his head on the ceiling before climbing down the sheer surface of the wall to get back down to combat level. "Let's try that again... Bravura! Will activates the right enchantment and using his Draining Blade as well as the silver forearm claws built into the armor, begins to tear into Vancer.

Initiative: [dice]3[/dice] (+4=11 after action 3)
APM: 7 (+4 after action 3=11)

Action 1: Activate Cuerpo (-8 PPE).
Action 2: Leap far past Vancer and cling to sheer surface of wall (Climb: [dice]4[/dice]/60%).
Action 3: Come down from wall, draw Draining Blade and activate Bravura. (-15 PPE, +4 APM).
Action 4: Punch Vancer. Strike: [dice]5[/dice] Damage: [dice]6[/dice] MD/HP. Draining Blade Slash. Strike: [dice]26[/dice] (NAT18!-Critical Hit!) Damage: [dice]27[/dice]*2=22 MD/HP.
Action 5: Punch Vancer. Strike: [dice]7[/dice] Damage: [dice]8[/dice] MD/HP. Draining Blade Slash. Strike: [dice]28[/dice] Damage: [dice]29[/dice] MD/HP.
Action 6: Punch Vancer. Strike: [dice]9[/dice] (NAT20!-Auto Stake!). Damage: [dice]10[/dice] MD/HP. Draining Blade Slash. Strike: [dice]30[/dice] Damage: [dice]31[/dice] MD/HP.
Action 7: Punch Vancer. Strike: [dice]11[/dice] Damage: [dice]12[/dice] MD/HP. Draining Blade Slash. Strike: [dice]32[/dice] Damage: [dice]33[/dice] MD/HP.
Action 8: Punch Vancer. Strike: [dice]13[/dice] Damage: [dice]14[/dice] MD/HP. Draining Blade Slash. Strike: [dice]34[/dice] Damage: [dice]35[/dice] MD/HP.
Action 9-11: Reserved for dodge.

Contingency 1: Should the MDC Energy Field go down, Will casts Armor of Ithan at the sacrifice of his soonest action.
Contingency 2: Should Vancer be Auto Staked, William will leave his silver plated hand in the vampire's chest until he can find some wood.


Parries: [dice]15[/dice][dice]16[/dice][dice]17[/dice][dice]18[/dice][dice]19[/dice][dice]20[/dice][dice]21[/dice][dice]22[/dice]
Sword Parries: [dice]36[/dice](NAT20!) [dice]37[/dice](NAT1!) [dice]38[/dice][dice]39[/dice](NAT18!)[dice]40[/dice][dice]41[/dice](NAT18!) [dice]42[/dice][dice]43[/dice][dice]44[/dice][dice]45[/dice]
Dodges: [dice]23[/dice][dice]24[/dice][dice]25[/dice]

[Reaper]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JiC d20 | d100: [dice]1[/dice] | [dice]2[/dice]

Minmei's voice cries out from the sword. "Oh, Clay. This sword has the power to link its owner to their one true love. It links you to me through time and space. It wants to be used to bring us together. Save me, use the might of this sword, that links you to me, to vanquish your enemies to make me yours! Now turn around and point the blade at the wall behind you." If Reaper does this he finds the wall melts away revealing the hallway he was in before the brain room. When he steps out he can hear the voices of his bickering comrades and will be able to catch up.

"Minmei?" he questions the sword. "Is that really you? I can't believe it." His face turns into a big shit eating grin of proportions only a deranged fanboy could ever have. "I knew you wanted to be with me, I just new it! Those lawyers and the restraining order..." He starts to shake his head up and down, "I've been counting the days till we were allowed to see each other again. I have my beloved doll still..."

He drops his head in shame, "But alas, I have lost the locket you gave me so many years ago. Do you remember that day? I remember it like it was yesterday. I was at your March 18th Concert in 2034. I had won a radio contest that gave me an all access pass to your concert. I was able to meet you before you went on. Oh you were so beautiful, warm, and sweet. You gave me the locket of all your concerts. I have listened to the pendant over and over. But on my last mission with the Roughnecks, we were trapped on a planet." Tears started to well in his eyes, "We met an alien who I tried to show that you are the most powerful force in the known universe. When I showed him my locket, he stole it right from me. I almost tried to kill it, but the people I was with, they needed to get back home. And it was the only thing that could do so."

"I'm so sorry, my beloved. I'll never get back what you gave me all those years ago."

It isn't till the sword mentions to Clay a second time that he can get out of the room, that he follows along. "Okay, got it." With that, he raises the sword and points it at the wall behind him. Hearing the commotion he starts to run towards the others. The sword in his hand, "So Minmei where are you so I can rescue you? Are you okay?" As he walks up to the others, he just doesn't acknowledge any of the gear that is found. His fixation is on the sword in his hands. And if anyone watches anywhere closely enough it's quite creepy as he caresses the pommel and hilt of the blade. Not to mention, talking to it in a hushed tone and voice.

"We need to cross the pit?" he quickly questions.

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Edit: Here are the JIC rolls:
JiC d20 (5 Rolls): [dice=string]3[/dice]
JiC d100 (5 Rolls): [dice=string]4[/dice]
Climbing [dice]5[/dice] | 75%
Sense of Balance [dice]6[/dice] | 80%
Walk Tightrope [dice]7[/dice] | 72%
Climb Rope [dice]8[/dice] | 88%
Back Flip [dice]9[/dice] | 80%

[Mercedes]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
Just in Case d20 [dice]1[/dice]; Just in Case d100 [dice]2[/dice]
Just in Case d20 [dice]3[/dice]; Just in Case d100 [dice]4[/dice]
Just in Case d20 [dice]5[/dice]; Just in Case d100 [dice]6[/dice]
Just in Case d20 [dice]7[/dice]; Just in Case d100 [dice]8[/dice]
Just in Case d20 [dice]9[/dice]; Just in Case d100 [dice]10[/dice]
Climb [dice]11[/dice]/40% (fail)
Balance [dice]12[/dice]/75% (fail)

Along with the whole procession, Mercedes tries to keep her reactions calm and indifferent.
Her private thoughts, however are a much different story.
Fuck! What the hell?! This place is ridiculous! And probably valuable! How can a golden-age facility go unnoticed for so long? I need to learn more of its secrets!

When they have a moment alone Morty says, "My lady, really I insist." He practically throws the medallion at Mercedes. Instantly she recognizes it holds an incredible amount of mystical power.

"My! Thank you, Morty, you certainly are generous.",(Imitate Voice/Impersonation to keep up her accent [dice]13[/dice]/60%; pass) Mercedes says, putting the medallion in a pouch on her utility belt. Don't go anywhere, you. I'll likely need to draw on some of that immense P.P.E.

As the group winds its way down, Mercedes ponders the situation. Everything seems to be going well. To well. If Morty betrays us, he's going to learn what true pain is. She looks around suspiciously at the others. They could be in on it too...Can't be too careful. I might have to waste them all. Such a shame, really. Mercedes holds the grip of her sword a little tighter, ready for any betrayal. In her paranoid mind, everyone is potentially plotting against her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. It seems we've been sabotaged! Well, the boys and I can cross through it, the worms have no taste for dead flesh. But you'll need to stay out they'll chew through armor in seconds.."

"Morty, were I to cast a spell to give us the 'Aura of Death', do you believe that these...ugh...worms, would allow us to proceed unhindered?",(Imitate Voice/Impersonation to keep up her accent [dice]14[/dice]/60%; fail) Mercedes asks. She is loath to be the first to try it, however.

[Murdoc]

Percep: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice] [dice]2[/dice]
JIC: [dice]3[/dice] [dice]4[/dice]
JIC: [dice]5[/dice] [dice]6[/dice]
JIC: [dice]7[/dice] [dice]8[/dice]
JIC: [dice]9[/dice] [dice]10[/dice]

Sense of Balance 85% [dice]11[/dice]
Walk Tightrope or Highwire 81% [dice]12[/dice]
Climbing 85% [dice]13[/dice]

Location: The Underground

Murdoc forgets about changing out his armor and just scoops up his new weapons. He follows along with the rest of the group and when they get to the pit, Murdoc looks it over and nods, "Okay, lets get this done." When Maxwell suggests a rope, Murdoc nods again, "Yeah, That would work. We could go in tandem. That way if one of us were to slip the other could pull us back....or we both fall." He grins a bit the continues, "If we have a strong enough rope, we could set up a zip line."

[Cale]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice], [dice]2[/dice]

Walking out of the ChuckWagon, the Mega-steel chef pulls out of it hiding space his Katar. Figuring the time for stealth is long past. Knowing the Magic blade may be needed soon for whatever horrors await.

They exit the vehicle in the under ground garage of the facility. Looking behind them, the group sees that Isria has used her abilities with Illusions to make the Chuckwagon look like a giant pig.

This time Wakiza laughs out loud, "So you ate a demon's apple! You have balls my friend I will give you that. Being like that forever may not be such a bad thing, Laser blasts not disintegrating your anatomy can be useful in our line of work. Oh and by the way nice bacon-mobile back there, maybe you should make that change permanent?"

"Now if my Strenght was increased to go with the toughness. I would not be minding it. I can take a hit but not return it, that makes me cranky." Turning round Cale looks at his disguised ride. "Bacon-mobile?! What are you talking about."

Looking it over, he mutters. "Hopes this is only temparary. This will make us a big target getting home." After that, Cale follows the rest.

Vancer the newly formed vampire turns towards you and grins. "Shut up ghost. Mark Twain was a hack. Who's this now, come to join me for dinner?"

"Sorry. Bites are correct in certain situations. Here, it just makes you creepy and nasty. And we are too tough to chew. And I finally get to use this weapon" And with that he pulls out his Katar.

Initiative: [dice]3[/dice]

Actions: 5
Action 1: Take a swing at Vancer with Katar Strike: [dice]4[/dice] DMG: [dice]5[/dice] PPE Drain: [dice]6[/dice]
Action 2: Take a swing at Vancer with Katar Strike: [dice]7[/dice] DMG: [dice]8[/dice] PPE Drain: [dice]9[/dice]
Action 3: Take a swing at Vancer with Katar Strike: [dice]10[/dice] DMG: [dice]11[/dice] PPE Drain: [dice]12[/dice]
Action 4: Take a swing at Vancer with Katar Strike: [dice]13[/dice] DMG: [dice]14[/dice] PPE Drain: [dice]15[/dice]
Action 5: Take a swing at Vancer with Katar Strike: [dice]16[/dice] DMG: [dice]17[/dice] PPE Drain: [dice]18[/dice]

Parry: [dice]19[/dice]; [dice]20[/dice]; [dice]21[/dice]; [dice]22[/dice]; [dice]23[/dice]

Dodge: [dice]24[/dice]; [dice]25[/dice]; [dice]26[/dice]; [dice]27[/dice]; [dice]28[/dice]

[SNAFU]

Isria's Rescue: Mission Creep

The Entrance to Hell

Wak encourages the group to move quickly and reminds them of the nature of the enemy they face, "I am pretty sure we are dealing with the son of a Choctaw god, Nalusa Falaya, the Soul Eater. Those shadow warriors are his creation, poor cursed braves whose souls are bound to this Nalusa. If I remember correctly those things are astral beings and those tomahawks can do wicked long term things to a person." The Mega-steel chef brings his Katar, knowing the Magic blade may be needed soon for whatever horrors await.
As they leave Wak and Cale discuss Cale's new found durability, "As far as figure, it was something I ate. The only thing close to not normal I ate lately was that pie I made from a giant apple. I normally don't eat a whole pie by my self, especially when it just came out of the oven. I share and make sure I have Ice Cream. I got that from the loot some unknown Demon Lady we fought just before you joined up." Wakiza laughs at the cookie's culinary gumption.

"So you ate a demon's apple! You have balls my friend I will give you that. Being like that forever may not be such a bad thing, Laser blasts not disintegrating your anatomy can be useful in our line of work. Oh and by the way nice bacon-mobile back there, maybe you should make that change permanent?"

Cale shakes his head in amusement. "That is one of the reasons the CS tries to keep an eye on us cooks. We have a tendency of trying anything to see what it taste like. That and we test things we don't trust on people who annoy us. I don't know how long it will last or if I will be like this forever. I'm playing it like the condition is temporary. Now if my Strength was increased to go with the toughness. I would not be minding it. I can take a hit but not return it, that makes me cranky." Turning round Cale looks at his disguised ride. "Bacon-mobile?! What are you talking about." Looking it over, he mutters. "Hopes this is only temparary. This will make us a big target getting home." After that, Cale follows the rest.

Meanwhile Will converses with Isria gaining some info on her background and a very brief lesson on his new armors functions.


A Little Bit of Literary History... Ignored

Wakiza attempts to communicate but the image rambles on in old-timey fashion dropping pithy but rarely relevant witticisms at every turn.
"We don't have time for ghosts who ramble on about terror and Satan! We need to get to the rest of our group! For all we know, they could be misted by now..." adds Will impatiently.


Fancy Vancy

Once inside the hall and having recognized Vancer for what he now is the group prepares for battle. Wak informs his companions of some handy anti vamp tips.

"Remember, wood, silver or magic . . normal weapons won't hurt it."

"Fancy? Fancy Vancy?" mutters a shocked Everis. Will on the other hand squares up to the fiend with much confidence instilled by his new armor.

"Vancer? I heard you were a candy-assed no nuts. Come get some." Will tries to use the armor enchantment that allows him to combat the undead, but instead uses the power word Cuerpo, activating an entirely different enchantment. He makes a leap toward the vampire, overshooting by quite a bit due to the leaping aspect of the enchantment he used and hitting his head on the ceiling before climbing down the sheer surface of the wall to get back down to combat level.

"Sorry. Bites are correct in certain situations. Here, it just makes you creepy and nasty. And we are too tough to chew. And I finally get to use this weapon" Adds Cale, with that he pulls out his Katar.

"Let's try that again... Bravura! Will mutters after gathering activates the right enchantment and using his Draining Blade as well as the silver forearm claws built into the armor, begins to tear into Vancer.

Combat

Action 1:
Wak Activates Mind Block (-4 isp) and moves towards poor Vancer. Cale takes a swing at Vancer with Katar. Will mistakingly activates the Cuerpo function on his new armor. Vancer lands a powerful blow on Cale's helmet (-22 MD). Everis is shocked by his colleague's transformation. Isria searches for the room for maekshift stakes.
Action 2:
Wak brings forth two psi swords and attacks Vancer with Psi-Sword. Cale sweeps his Katar at Vancer's throat but the vampire knocks it aside. Will mistakenly leaps over head. Vancer parries Cale's blow then lashes out at Wakiza but the cyberknight easily deflects it. Everis and Isria work together to fashion stakes out of a chair
Action 3:
Wak attacks Vancer with Psi-Sword but is parried. Cale takes another swing at Vancer with the Katar, but it too is parried. Will comes down from the wall behind Vance and draws his Draining Blade and while activating Bravura. (-15 PPE). Vancer lashes out at Cale, who parries the blow. Everis and Isria each approach with one stake in each hand.
Action 4:
Wak attacks Vancer with Psi-Sword but the vampire parries it. Cale lands a Katar slash on the vampire face. Will lands both his strikes even stabbing Vancer through the heart, but unfortunately with the draining blade which does not stake him, but instead merely scares the shit out of him. Vance parries Wak's psi-word, but is unable to avoid Cale or Will's strikes. He fails to land a blow as Will easily deflects his punch with the Draining blade. There is no room for Everis or Isria so they hang back waiting for their moment to assist.
Action 5:
Vancer leaps out of the way of Cale's Katar, but is hit by first Wak and then WIll's multiple blows. Vancer has clearly had a bit of a comedown since turning into one of the immortal undead. A worried look crosses his face and he transforms into mist, the misty tendrils of which quickly begin seeping under the door at the end of the hall.
Wakiza and Will both swing deadly blows at the villain, but they merely pass through his newly ethereal and quickly disippating body.

What do you do?



The Bowels of the Earth


Appreciating Morty's Gifts

Taking a bottle from the crate Maxwell eyes it lovingly and lets out a long low whistle.
"This stuff goes back to the Golden Age. It is probably as smooth as a Quick Flex's ass."
Removing the cap from one of the bottles Maxwell takes a good sniff and puts it to his lips for a tiny sip.
"Oh, that's nice. Let's keep this, it'll be worth a fortune." Taking another sip Maxwell turns the bottle over and examines the label. "Looks like some kind of computer code. Anybody here able to crack codes? What about you Morty, any idea what this shit is?"
Putting the bottle carefully in his pack the merc gets back to business.
When they have a moment alone Morty says, "My lady, really I insist." He practically throws the medallion at Mercedes. Instantly she recognizes it holds an incredible amount of mystical power.
"My! Thank you, Morty, you certainly are generous."Mercedes says her put on accent faltering, putting the medallion in a pouch on her utility belt. Don't go anywhere, you. I'll likely need to draw on some of that immense P.P.E.

Reaper
Minmei's voice cries out from the sword. "Oh, Clay. This sword has the power to link its owner to their one true love. It links you to me through time and space. It wants to be used to bring us together. Save me, use the might of this sword, that links you to me, to vanquish your enemies to make me yours! Now turn around and point the blade at the wall behind you."
"Minmei?" he questions the sword. "Is that really you? I can't believe it."
"It is me, my love. Now forever connected to you by the magic power of this sword."
His face turns into a big shit eating grin of proportions only a deranged fanboy could ever have. "I knew you wanted to be with me, I just new it! .... We met an alien who I tried to show that you are the most powerful force in the known universe. When I showed him my locket, he stole it right from me. I almost tried to kill it, but the people I was with, they needed to get back home. And it was the only thing that could do so."
"Do not worry Clay, I forgive you. Soon you will reunited with me in the flesh." Replies the sword. with Minmei's sweet voice.
Reaper finally follows the instructions and joins the others.


Worm Pit

"Oh, I'm so sorry. It seems we've been sabotaged! Well, the boys and I can cross through it, the worms have no taste for dead flesh. But you'll need to stay out they'll chew through armor in seconds.." Morty warns the group.

"We need to cross the pit?" Reaper quickly questions as he catches up fondling his new treasure. Morty nods in reply. "Okay, lets get this done." says Murdoc.
At the edge of the worm pit Maxwell considers taking another drink. Too bad his Icarus was parked above ground he could easily glide over the pit. Quickly, he let's his cybernetics go to work measuring the distance across to see if he can just jump over "Hey magic lady, you got any tricks that can just float us across? Otherwise, maybe me and Murdoc can go first and secure a line on the other side. Anyone got any rope?" Mercedes doesn't reply to Maxwell's question and instead converses with Morty quietly in the corner.
When Maxwell suggests a rope, Murdoc nods again, "Yeah, That would work. We could go in tandem. That way if one of us were to slip the other could pull us back....or we both fall." He grins a bit the continues, "If we have a strong enough rope, we could set up a zip line."

The Crossing

Reaper, Murdoc and Maxwell tie themselves together, but there is not enough rope for Mercedes, which whe oddly doesn't see, to mind at all. Murdoc, presumably the best athlete in the group takes the lead. Meanwhile Morty and the working dead make their ways through the river of worms the crossing is narrow and the procession moves forward slowly. The Murdoc makes it out 40' before misjudging a step and slipping into the pit. The momentum of his fall pulls Maxwell off balance and then he too falls into the pit, which in turn pulls Reaper down as well. During this time Mercedes has cast some sort of magic upon herself and instead of taking the precarious ledge wades in after Morty and the boys. The muck is incredibly hard to walk in and nearly impossible to jum out of. The three men roped together flound as they right themselves. Meanwhile hundred of the horrific worm chew way at their armour to get to the warm flesh beneath. (Reaper -15, Maxwel -30, Murdoc -15) Mercedes sighs and reluctantly makes her way over to the three men. She casts a spell on each of them and almost immediately the worms lose interest. After another or minute or so the entire group has made it across. There they are greeted by a slowly gathering mini-horde of the undead. But Mercedes magic seems to work on them too, and the crowd of rotting freaks just stares in dumb curiosity and does not molest the Roughnecks.

Morty leads them to a rail terminus where they see an enormous train consisting of three enormous flatbed rail cars. When they get to the engine controls, they realize the mechanism though simple, has been disabled. Morty looks at the damage and gives a low sigh, "Well, that's going to be hard to fix. I'll need 10 minutes."

Meanwhile more and more zombies come out of the shadows apparently attracted by the noise.


Red dots represent the gathering horde. Yellow represents flammable material ready to be gathered in piles. All PCs are at the blue gear on the engine car unless they state otherwise.

What do you do?

Notes:
Mercedes x4 Aura of Death and 1 minute has passed since you cast it


Butcher's Bill
Cale -22 to Helmet
Reaper -15 Main Body
Murdoc -15 Main Body
Maxwell -30 Main Body

[Michael Maxwell]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice] / [dice]2[/dice]

Why did the juicer and the cyborg cross the pit? To get over the flesh eating death worms.

Falling unceremoniously into the pit of death worms Maxwell struggles back to his feet, peeling the creatures off of his armor - but not before some damage is done. As pissed as he is about his new armor, it is nothing compared to the feelings he has when Mercedes casts a spell that keeps the worms off- after having ignored his direct request a few minutes earlier.

"What the fuck? Why didn't you do that in the first goddamned place?"

Trudging through the worm pit he steams silently to himself, toying with the idea of mowing her down with his new rifle. But ammo was expensive and she already costs him some armor repairs. Revenge isn't cheap.

Seeing the zombie hoard closing on them at the train terminal Maxwell gets a little uneasy.

At least if we die down here, we'll already be buried underground.

Eyeing the flat beds Maxwell shakes his head. Ten minutes was a long time to make a stand at a fixed position. It would burn ammo like nobody's business, and the zombies seemed endless. However, getting up high on the flat beds would give them good firing lines and have everyone all on board for when the train was ready to go. Assessing some of the gear they acquired Maxwell remembers the Horde Buster. Seems perfect for a time like this.

"Alright, looks like we need to make a stand here. Wish we had that burster, a wall of flames would be a big help right now. Let's dig out those Demonburner and Horde Buster guns and take up positions on the flat beds. We can't sustain a ten minute holdout without totally blowing our load, so we need a plan to keep those brain-eaters at bay for a few minutes. I'm thinking we build a barricade of flammable materials and then light it up. Ought to buy us a couple of minutes fore we need to start shooting."

Scanning the area Maxwell looks for anything combustible: fuel drums, pallets, crates, etc.

[Wakiza]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JiC: [dice]1[/dice] [dice]2[/dice]

Location: In the Mark Twain Research Facility

Conditions: Amplified hearing; Viewing Thermal vision through MOE every few minutes, Sense Evil--10 min duration

Wak grimaces, "Damn it all to hell, I've heard of those damn vamps doing things like that, but I've never seen it. Crazy!!" He looks at Will and laughs, "So are you wearing a bouncy suit or combat armor?" He then looks to Shadow and Isria, "Good idea bring as many of those stakes as you can, who knows what we are going to run into down here?" Wak will take a minute and help them create as many stakes as they can with the materials at hand. If they have too many Wak will tuck a few into his belt and have everyone do the same. Assuming the door where Vancer went is where they have to go, Wak will take the lead and at the door and he will reactivate his Sense Evil psionic power (-2 isp) to see if he can get a feel for what is ahead.

He continues to keep a close eye out on their surroundings and tries to keep himself oriented on where they are.

Detect Ambush-- [dice]3[/dice] / 58%
Detect Concealment-- [dice]4[/dice] / 38%
Land Navigation-- [dice]5[/dice] / 67%

Wak is also trying to memorize the layout of this place in case they ever need to come back here. This would be a nice hideout spot if it was clear of all this undead.

Intelligence-- [dice]6[/dice] / 56%

Assuming nothing else is of interest in this area he will open the door and continue on. What more do I know about this Nalusa Falaya, the Soul Eater?

Mythology-- [dice]7[/dice] / 38%
Lore: American Indians-- [dice]8[/dice] / 43%

[Mercedes]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
Just in Case d20: [dice]1[/dice];JIC d100: [dice]2[/dice]

Continuous effects: Aura of Death ((2 melees remaining))

Mercedes approaches the group with genuine concern as they climb out of the worm pit. "Are you quite all right? That gave me a dash of fright, I must admit. I was unsure whether that particular spell would even be of any use, thank goodness it was."((Imitate Voice/Impersonation [dice]3[/dice]/60%; fail))

"What the fuck? Why didn't you do that in the first goddamned place?"

You're lucky I bothered in the first place., Mercedes thinks to herself hatefully while projecting a friendly smile.
"Were I to simply expend my magical energies while ignorant of their effect, then I would be left without the capacity when I truly need it. You understand, yes? Casting the spell four times drains almost half of my existing reserve."((Imitate Voice/Impersonation [dice]4[/dice]/60%; pass))

As the zombies start to close in, Mercedes' eyes dart all over looking for an escape. She draws on the P.P.E. from the PPE battery to cast Invisibility: Simple (-6 P.P.E.) on herself, but reassures the others. "Fear not, I am still with you." ((Imitate Voice/Impersonation [dice]5[/dice]/60%; fail))

Mercedes will try to aid in stacking the flammable material to block the progress of the horde. If anyone points out choke points, she'll focus on those. She takes a moment to think about how to stop a zombie ((Demon & Monster Lore [dice]6[/dice]/60%; pass)).

If two more melee rounds pass, which will end the Aura of Death spell, Mercedes will cast it on everyone again, including herself, using the PPE battery ((-48 P.P.E.)).

[William Summers]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice][dice]2[/dice]

Conditions:
Cuerpo: 239:45/240 minutes: does not fatigue, is resistant to heat and cold and can breathe w/o air, Climb spell, Swim as a Fish: Superior, Leap 145'.
Bravura: 19/20 melee rounds, 50/50 MDC Energy Field, SNPS of 30, PE of 24 , Speed is increased by 50% (Will: Speed: 52. 23' per action), Impervious to all Energy Attacks, Cold, Fire, Drugs, Poison, Disease, Mind Control, Possession, Illusion, Pain, Horror Factor, Additional Saving Throw bonuses: +7 vs the vampire's bite, +11 vs magic, +11 vs psionics, see sheet for more.


A high-jump and a few metal clad punches later, Will watches with annoyance as the vampire turns to mist and escapes his well aimed blows. "Seriously? He turned into a cloud? What the hell kinda power is that? Let's head after this coward. He can't escape us."

He looks at Will and laughs, "So are you wearing a bouncy suit or combat armor?"

"This is the bouncy suit of legend, my friend! Only the highest of the high shelves will remain untouched by these hands." In his mind, he is celebrating the level of power that this armor brings him. By the Brothers, I just went up against a vampire without breaking a sweat! This is a most fortunate day for me.

When the stakes are made, Will grabs one in his offhand, keeping his sword in the other. Once he is ready, he heads toward the door that the mist has seeped underneath and opens it, hoping to find Vancer and continue their combat.

[Murdoc]

Percep: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice] [dice]2[/dice]

Murdoc hops to his feet after the fall and tries to knock the worms loose. When Mercedes casts the spell and the worms lose interest, Murdoc turns to her and says, "Thank you. Those little bastards almost got all the way through." He pokes at the rather significant gouges in his armor.

As they walk to the train and the zombie horde starts to gather, Murdoc clutches The Obsidian Sword, itching to start swinging. The only thing that stays his hand are the number of zombies that continue to appear.

Climbing on to the flatbed train, Murdoc sighs as Morty tells them the controls are damaged and it'll take a little while to fix.

Murdoc grins and shakes his head when Mercedes disappears. "Yeah, yeah." He replies when the states that she is still there, "Thanks again for whatever that magic was that got the worms off us and seems to be keeping the zombies back. Though I think its gonna get messy soon."

"Alright, looks like we need to make a stand here. Wish we had that burster, a wall of flames would be a big help right now. Let's dig out those Demonburner and Horde Buster guns and take up positions on the flat beds. We can't sustain a ten minute holdout without totally blowing our load, so we need a plan to keep those brain-eaters at bay for a few minutes. I'm thinking we build a barricade of flammable materials and then light it up. Ought to buy us a couple of minutes fore we need to start shooting."

Murdoc grins as he pats the incendiary grenades on utility belt, "I got your burster right here. Plus there's another 50 or 60 in a crate one of Morty's boys is carrying." He looks down the 2 meters from the flatbed to the floor of the chamber and says, "The ramp will be our main problem, but eventually they'll start piling up and be able to climb up just about anywhere. There's enough trash and scrap out there that we could get a couple of good fires going, but gathering up all that junk is gonna draw a lot of attention, even if they don't think we're food in our present condition." He nods with a smile to where he last heard Mercedes' voice. "They could start to get a little handsy. In which case, get back here ASAP."

Murdoc moves to the front of the train, jumps down and starts gathering and pushing the combustibles toward the ramp. If he comes across large enough pieces he will try to block up the entryway on the east side of the loading area, closest to the front of the train.

If at any time a zombie makes a move toward him, Murdoc will book it back to the train. It doesn't hurt that with a short run, he can jump to the flatbed without the need to use the ramp.

[Michael Maxwell]

((rolls held))

When Mercedes winks out of sight then speaks as a disembodied voice with a ridiculous accent Maxwell rolls his eyes.

"Fear not, I am still with you."

"Your disappearing doesn't scare me, your holding back your ability to save your own ass does. I was kind of hoping you left."

Murdoc grins as he pats the incendiary grenades on utility belt, "I got your burster right here. Plus there's another 50 or 60 in a crate one of Morty's boys is carrying." He looks down the 2 meters from the flatbed to the floor of the chamber and says, "The ramp will be our main problem, but eventually they'll start piling up and be able to climb up just about anywhere. There's enough trash and scrap out there that we could get a couple of good fires going, but gathering up all that junk is gonna draw a lot of attention, even if they don't think we're food in our present condition." He nods with a smile to where he last heard Mercedes' voice. "They could start to get a little handsy. In which case, get back here ASAP."

"Good idea, let's pile it up at the bottom of the ramp, that's a natural choke point. Assuming the bad boys can't jump. We should be good to gather the materials as long as the "smells like whore's a crotch" spell lasts." Maxwell looks to the spot where Mercedes once stood. "How much time do we have left before the effects wear off?"

With a course agreed between the three of them Maxwell gets ready to lend a hand, but not before looking at Reaper and his loving affection for his sword.

Everybody in this hole is so damned creepy.

"You gonna sit there and fondle your pommel all day or are you going to help us."

Leaping from the train car with his powerful legs Maxwell drags, pushes, carries as much flammable material as he can toward the end of the ramp and around the perimeter of the train cars.

[Cale]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice]; [dice]2[/dice]

Wak grimaces, "Damn it all to hell, I've heard of those damn vamps doing things like that, but I've never seen it. Crazy!!"

"Seriously? He turned into a cloud? What the hell kinda power is that? Let's head after this coward. He can't escape us."

Lore: Demons & Monsters (75% / [dice]3[/dice])

"Well, I believe he thought we would roll over and die. If I remember what the Lone Star Units said about Blood suckers. They are like Roaches. If there is one around, they are most likely more. So since that one got away, if they're any others. They know we are here. I believe there is something about water that effects them."

Taking a stake when they are being passed about. The Mega-steel chef thanks who ever it was. "Alright, keep your eyes open. And watch out for the person close to you. Getting separated down here could be a death sentence." Heading towards the door. He sets to cover whoever goes in first.

[Mercedes]

((Rolls held ))

"Your disappearing doesn't scare me, your holding back your ability to save your own ass does. I was kind of hoping you left."

And here I was thinking that Headhunters didn't need magic at all.
"Yet here you are, depending on my magic, aren't you? The big, badarse 'merc needs MY aid. How shameful for you. I understand how it must hurt your pride."((Imitate Voice/Impersonation [dice]0[/dice]/60%)), Mercedes taunts, adding unseen gestures and facial expressions.

They could start to get a little handsy. In which case, get back here ASAP.

"Of course. I have no desire to delay."((Imitate Voice/Impersonation [dice]1[/dice]/60%))

"Good idea, let's pile it up at the bottom of the ramp, that's a natural choke point. Assuming the bad boys can't jump. We should be good to gather the materials as long as the "smells like whore's a crotch" spell lasts."Maxwell looks to the spot where Mercedes once stood."How much time do we have left before the effects wear off?"

Maxwell's words cutting deep, Mercedes blushes unseen, her paranoid mind racing. Sure that it's a personal insult, she thinks, How does he know? Who could have told him?
Trying to keep her voice low to avoid unwanted attention, she hisses at him, "Whore? WHORE?! Where did you hear that? Who said that?".((Imitate Voice/Impersonation [dice]2[/dice]/60%))

"You gonna sit there and fondle your pommel all day or are you going to help us."

"Don't you dare try to avoid my question. Answer. Now!"((Imitate Voice/Impersonation [dice]3[/dice]/60%)), Mercedes demands, her voice rising.

[Michael Maxwell]

((rolls held))

"Yet here you are, depending on my magic, aren't you? The big, badarse 'merc needs MY aid. How shameful for you. I understand how it must hurt your pride."((Imitate Voice/Impersonation [dice]294304:0[/dice]/60%)), Mercedes taunts, adding unseen gestures and facial expressions.

"Pride? More like my pocketbook. Armor repairs are expensive and we got wormed holed just cause you can't play nice with others. Naruni ammo is expensive too, otherwise I'd have shot you in the back somewhere along this damnable tunnel."

Trying to keep her voice low to avoid unwanted attention, she hisses at him, "Whore? WHORE?! Where did you hear that? Who said that?". "Don't you dare try to avoid my question. Answer. Now!" Mercedes demands, her voice rising.

"I said the spell made us smell like that, you're coming to your own conclusions." Maxwell sighs heavily at the growing mob of zombies "Relax, your integrity is in tact. With an attitude like yours you wouldn't make much money as a hooker anyway. Let's get to work."

[Reaper]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JiC d20 | d100: [dice]1[/dice] | [dice]2[/dice]
Initiative: [dice]3[/dice]

"You gonna sit there and fondle your pommel all day or are you going to help us."

Reaper snarls at Maxwell's comment, not that the Mercenary could tell through his helmet. "Shut the hell up Pretty Boy, she's the most important and powerful person in the universe." He looks at the sword lovingly. "Besides, I've dealt with zombies before right after the Roughnecks came out of the ass end of I don't know what the hell that was. Higher ground is key, they can't really climb very well."

Reaper, drag the tip of the sword into the ground, make a circle. Minmei whispers into his mind. I will protect you from the zombies.

"Yes, I'll show them your power, Sing for me baby, SING!" He quickly hops on top of the rail car, and drags the tip of the sword as big as he can on the rail car. Etching a circle onto the deck of the car. All the while Minmei starts to sing, the sword singing a beautiful ballad of one of Minmei's songs 'To be in Love'

His eyes are wide with excitement, almost in a frenzy as he carves away on the deck. Mouthing the words to the song the Minmei-Blade is singing. To be in love.... I can't believe she's here, and she's mine. "Muah-hah-hah" he laughs for almost no reasons to the others, a twisted and sick perverted laugh, only a fan-boy stalker would be.

Autododge as needed (+10 Not added in): [dice=string]4[/dice]

The circle is a protection of circle simple brought to you by the sword...

Circle of Protection Simple: Causes all lessor supernatural creatures 5 feet away from its border. Lessor demons include ghouls, entities, ghouls, and gremlins.

[SNAFU]

SNAFU!!!


Above: Wakiza, Will and Cale
2 minutes have passed.

The team follows the vampire down a corridor that is segmented by several shutter type doors. Once the Roughnecks have followed Vancer into the hallway, the shutter doors close infront and behind them. They realize they have been separated, Nero, Everis and Isria are in a different section of hallway then Will, Wak, and Cale. Vancer mists away again.

The hallway has a strange stainless steel floor with an obvious seem running down the middle. Suddenly the floor gives way and the group is sent down a seemingly endless chute into the bowels of the earth.

The seem to slide forever finally landing onto a heaping pile of corpses. The dead spread endlessly beneath them, in the far distance they see a massive tunnel extend on in the darkness. The pile of corpses shifts and quivers beneath them as if it was alive. And in a very real and terrifying way it is!

Giant pit mouths form in hollows of the mass and huge limbs of fused-together bodies form out of the the mass and begin reaching for you. You realize that you have landed on a Giant Mutant Zombie Mountain!

You are ON the monster!

Below: Maxwell, Murdoc, Mercedes, Reaper.
15 minutes have passed since the last post.

After much bickering and hullabaloo the group underground manages to construct a flammable barrier at the ramp just in time to discover Reaper's swords new power of the Protection Circle. The engraved oval in the car's surface holds the horde at bay 5' from the edge. The horde moans in terrifying chorus but the Roughnecks are safe. Morty finally declares the engine fixed and the massive car slowly begins to roll forward. The train gains speed at an astounding rate and in turn slows down with such smoothness, all aboard must marvel at the wonders of golden age draftsmanship. The horde follows but the speed becomes too great and you leave them behind. After several miles of tunnel zip by the see what appears to be a mount looming in front of them.

But once they get closer they realize it is no mountain. From above you see several figures fall onto the mound of horrors.
They are your companions Cale, Wakiza and Will!





What do you do?



Notes:
Your time lines and story lines meet!

All allied NPCs are working off-camera to save the Chuckwagon from destruction.

Wakiza detects the trap, but is compelled to go forward. A dark voice in his head whispers, "Yeah it's a trap, but I want to see what happens. You'll be fine."

Wakiza senses Evil everywhere.

Wakiza is able to place their position many thousands of feet below Hannibal Outpost. The giant tunnel extends to the East.

Wakiza recalls that Nalusa Falaya, is an evil god (OOC this SNAFU version is very loosely based on the real myths) that haunts the native peoples of the Mississippi valley. It devours the souls of children and corrupts men into twisted and evil monsters. It often tempts people with promises of revenge, or power but its true purpose is the destruction and defilement of all things.

Mercedes, the PPE battery has been added to you sheet please update your sig's PPE tracker accordingly.

UPDATED INFO



-Combat has begun.
-The Roughnecks enjoy a free round of combat as this horrendous thing wakes and forms the limbs and orifices as depicted on the map.
-While walking/climbing on the blob speed is reduced to 25%.
-The surface is covered with normal sized limbs all attempting to clutch the character holding them in place until they can be crushed and consumed. (Auto-parries will be applied to avoid those.)
-The two groups are visible to each other but I have assumed that the group on the blob was too distracted to notice right away.
-The Blob is also emitting a Zombie Moan like no other Zombie Moan, the enormous cavern and connecting tunnel ring with its nightmare vibrations.

[Murdoc]

Percep: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice] [dice]2[/dice]

Once the train gets under way and they leave the zombies in their wake, Murdoc hustles over to Morty's tote and carry boys and digs out one of the heavy armors and sneers at it. "Got no choice." He pokes at the gouges in his Juicer Assassin armor's chest plate (only 6 MDC main body left) and starts to change it out with the Naruni armor.

Murdoc puts all his gear back on and starts to roll his arms and run in place some to get a feel for the armor, then he just shrugs, "This stuff is heavy. Its gonna take slow me down some." He picks up his old armor and is about to toss it over the side of the train but stops and shrugs again before stuffing it into the crate the Naruni armor came out of.

Murdoc looks over at the other Roughnecks on the train and chuckles, "Hell, I shoulda gone with the crazy conversion. Then I'd fit in with the rest of you." He gives them a big grin and says as smoothly as he can, "Can we cut the bickering until we don't have a thousand zombie trying to tear us a new one?"

Just then the expression drops from his face as he sees what's ahead of them, "Uh, we can go back and fight the thousand zombies now..." His hand goes up, pointing to Cale, Wakiza and Will as they fall onto the mound, "Are those people that just fell on, uh, I have no idea what to call that.... Morty!" He calls out for their undead guide.

[William Summers]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice][dice]2[/dice]

Conditions:
Cuerpo: 237:45/240 minutes: does not fatigue, is resistant to heat and cold and can breathe w/o air, Climb spell, Swim as a Fish: Superior, Leap 145'.
Bravura: 11/20 melee rounds, 50/50 MDC Energy Field, SNPS of 30, PE of 24 , Speed is increased by 50% (Will: Speed: 52. 23' per action), Impervious to all Energy Attacks, Cold, Fire, Drugs, Poison, Disease, Mind Control, Possession, Illusion, Pain, Horror Factor, Additional Saving Throw bonuses: +7 vs the vampire's bite, +11 vs magic, +11 vs psionics, see sheet for more.

Struggling to find something to grab on to while falling, Will tumbles through the empty space until he lands with a 'SQUISH' on top of the pile of rotting and slowly pulsating bodies. "At least it was a soft landing. We have to get back to the others. Nero can keep them all safe for a while, but we can't get split up like this. Wait. Goddammit. The floor is moving! It's alive!" He looks for a place for his team to escape and sees that the bodies stretch across the entire cavern, only stopping at that tunnel in the distance. We'd never make it before this thing ate us. "Take this thing down!"



Initiative: [dice]3[/dice]
APM: 11

Action 1: Dual Sword Strike. Draining Blade: Strike: [dice]4[/dice] Damage: [dice]5[/dice]MD. Kisentite Sword: Strike: [dice]6[/dice] Damage: [dice]7[/dice] MD
Action 2: Dual Sword Strike. Draining Blade: Strike: [dice]8[/dice] Damage: [dice]9[/dice]MD. Kisentite Sword: Strike: [dice]10[/dice] (NAT18 - Crit!) Damage: [dice]11[/dice]x2=30 MD
Action 3: Dual Sword Strike. Draining Blade: Strike: [dice]12[/dice] Damage: [dice]13[/dice]MD. Kisentite Sword: Strike: [dice]14[/dice] Damage: [dice]15[/dice] MD
Action 4: Dual Sword Strike. Draining Blade: Strike: [dice]16[/dice] Damage: [dice]17[/dice]MD. Kisentite Sword: Strike: [dice]18[/dice] Damage: [dice]19[/dice] MD
Action 5: Dual Sword Strike. Draining Blade: Strike: [dice]20[/dice] Damage: [dice]21[/dice]MD. Kisentite Sword: Strike: [dice]22[/dice] Damage: [dice]23[/dice] MD
Action 6: Dual Sword Strike. Draining Blade: Strike: [dice]24[/dice] (NAT19 - Crit!) Damage: [dice]25[/dice]x2=28 MD. Kisentite Sword: Strike: [dice]26[/dice] (NAT19 - Crit!) Damage: [dice]27[/dice]x2=24 MD
Action 7: Dual Sword Strike. Draining Blade: Strike: [dice]28[/dice] Damage: [dice]29[/dice]MD. Kisentite Sword: Strike: [dice]30[/dice] Damage: [dice]31[/dice] MD
Action 8: Dual Sword Strike. Draining Blade: Strike: [dice]32[/dice] Damage: [dice]33[/dice]MD. Kisentite Sword: Strike: [dice]34[/dice] (NAT19 - Crit!) Damage: [dice]35[/dice]x2=24 MD
Action 9: Dual Sword Strike. Draining Blade: Strike: [dice]36[/dice] Damage: [dice]37[/dice]MD. Kisentite Sword: Strike: [dice]38[/dice] Damage: [dice]39[/dice] MD
Action 10-11: Reserved for Dodge.

Parries: [dice]40[/dice][dice]41[/dice] (NAT20!)[dice]42[/dice][dice]43[/dice][dice]44[/dice] (NAT20!)[dice]45[/dice][dice]46[/dice][dice]47[/dice][dice]48[/dice][dice]49[/dice][dice]50[/dice]
Dodges: [dice]51[/dice][dice]52[/dice][dice]53[/dice][dice]54[/dice][dice]55[/dice][dice]56[/dice][dice]57[/dice][dice]58[/dice][dice]59[/dice][dice]60[/dice][dice]61[/dice]

Contingency 1: If Will's Energy Field should go down, he will immediately sacrifice an action to cast Armor of Ithan.
Contingency 2: If Will has to cast Armor of Ithan more than once in this round, he will switch to dodging entirely.

[Wakiza]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JiC: [dice]1[/dice] [dice]2[/dice]

Location: Beneath the Mark Twain Research Facility

Conditions: Amplified hearing; Viewing Thermal vision through MOE every few minutes, Sense Evil--10 min duration

Wakiza nods to both Will and Cale regarding their Vamp remarks and continues the chase after the undead creature. Damnit all to hell, zombies now vampire, what the hell else are we gonna deal with today. As they give chase Wakiza tells them what he knows about Nalusa Falaya, "It is an evil god that haunts the native inhabitants of this area. If I remember correctly it is said to devour the souls of children and corrupts men into twisted and evil monsters. It makes promises of revenge or power, but all it brings is destruction and corruption, so be on your guard."

"This is the bouncy suit of legend, my friend! Only the highest of the high shelves will remain untouched by these hands."

Wakiza gives a short laugh, "Well then Cale will have an excellent assistant in the kitchen from here on out!"

"Alright, keep your eyes open. And watch out for the person close to you. Getting separated down here could be a death sentence."

The team follows the vampire down a corridor that is segmented by several shutter type doors. Once the Roughnecks have followed Vancer into the hallway, the shutter doors close infront and behind them. They realize they have been separated, Nero, Everis and Isria are in a different section of hallway then Will, Wak, and Cale. Vancer mists away again.

Wak looks at Cale, "Really you had to say something about not getting separated!!" This mission has been cursed from the get go! After a failed attempt of getting back to the others, Wak says, "I feel evil everywhere in this place. It is disturbing." Wak sees the trap and as he is about to reveal it to the group when he hears,

A dark voice in his head whispers, "Yeah it's a trap, but I want to see what happens. You'll be fine."

Wak hesitates a moment thinking, What are you talking about? And then the trap is triggered and he lands on a giant monster. YOU WERE SAYING!!!

"At least it was a soft landing. We have to get back to the others. Nero can keep them all safe for a while, but we can't get split up like this. Wait. Goddammit. The floor is moving! It's alive!" He looks for a place for his team to escape and sees that the bodies stretch across the entire cavern, only stopping at that tunnel in the distance. "Take this thing down!"

Though the voice was confident Wak is not, What the hell is this thing? It is hideous and probably our doom, but I won't go down without an ugly fight! "Yes, destroy this thing now!"

Lore: Demon & Monsters-- [dice]3[/dice] / 73%

Wakiza switches weapons to the coalition plasma rifle, while he activates the armor's AoI enchantment and then starts blasting away with priority going to any parts attempting to hit the three of them!

Initiative: [dice]4[/dice]
APM: 7 (8 w/ E. Rifles)

Action 1: Wakiza switches weapons to the coalition plasma rifle, while he activates the armor's AoI enchantment
Action 2: Wakiza fire the C-29 "Hellfire" at the monster. Strike: [dice]5[/dice] Damage: [dice]6[/dice]
Action 3: Wakiza fire the C-29 "Hellfire" at the monster. Strike: [dice]7[/dice] Damage: [dice]8[/dice]
Action 4: Wakiza fire the C-29 "Hellfire" at the monster. Strike: [dice]9[/dice] Damage: [dice]10[/dice]
Action 5: Wakiza fire the C-29 "Hellfire" at the monster. Strike: [dice]11[/dice] Damage: [dice]12[/dice]
Action 6: Wakiza fire the C-29 "Hellfire" at the monster. Strike: [dice]13[/dice] Damage: [dice]14[/dice]
Action 7: Wakiza fire the C-29 "Hellfire" at the monster. Strike: [dice]15[/dice] Damage: [dice]16[/dice]
Action 8: Wakiza fire the C-29 "Hellfire" at the monster. Strike: [dice]17[/dice] Damage: [dice]18[/dice]

Contingency 1: Dodges if necessary: [dice]19[/dice]; [dice]20[/dice]; [dice]21[/dice]; [dice]22[/dice]; [dice]23[/dice]

Contingency 2: If AoI goes down he will spend an action bringing it back.

[Michael Maxwell]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
JIC: [dice]1[/dice] / [dice]2[/dice]

As the train pulls away from the hoard of zombies Maxwell sighs relief. Slapping Reaper on the back and thanking him for pissing a circle around them with his magical pommel. Sitting on a storage crate he pops off his helmet and cracks his flash. Sipping the whiskey and taking a painkiller to ease his burning back, he zones out for a second to collect his thoughts. Watching as Murdoc dons the heavy Naruni armour Maxwell nods appreciatively, that is until Murdoc opens his mouth.

Murdoc looks over at the other Roughnecks on the train and chuckles, "Hell, I shoulda gone with the crazy conversion. Then I'd fit in with the rest of you." He gives them a big grin and says as smoothly as he can, "Can we cut the bickering until we don't have a thousand zombie trying to tear us a new one?"

Maxwell shrugs at the crazy comment. "Yep, you'd fit in just fine." Not content to leave well enough alone the gruff merc grunts out a laugh "And your balls wouldn't have shrunk to the size of raisins either. Hindsight is a bitch."

Honestly, I should've been a juicer. Just pump drugs into your system and wonder why everybody isn't feeling happy-go-luck all the damned time.

Turning his attention to the tunnel ahead Maxwell uses his multi-optic eye to scan the darkness for trouble. When the rest of the Roughnecks come careening out of the ceiling and land on a squirming zombie mountain, the Headhunter fights back the urge to vomit in his helmet, and instead instinctively slaps in back on his head.

That is the ugliest thing I saw since...well shit...ever.

"Morty, what the hell is that thing?" He shouts into the train engine's cab and racks his own brain for any clues (Lore: Demons and Monsters (North America) [dice]3[/dice] / [dice]55%[/dice]).

Scanning the scene Maxwell looks for an opportunity to rescue the mercenaries swimming in the undead sea. Without his Icarus he has no way to get above them. Instead he looks into the gaping maw of the beast and sets his face like flint.

Taking cover behind the train car he levels the new Vulcan plasma cannon and fires in the vicinity of one of the open mouths. Given the size of the target he supposes he can't miss.

"Why doesn't anything around here stay dead?"

Initiative: [dice]4[/dice]
APM: 5
One: Long Burst: Strike [dice]5[/dice], Damage [dice]6[/dice]
Two: Long Burst: Strike [dice]7[/dice], Damage [dice]8[/dice]
Three: Long Burst: Strike [dice]9[/dice], Damage [dice]10[/dice]
Four: Long Burst: Strike [dice]11[/dice], Damage [dice]12[/dice]
Five: Long Burst: Strike [dice]13[/dice], Damage [dice]14[/dice]

Contingency, if any arms flail his way Maxwell will attempt to get out of the way.
Dodge rolls (+3 not added), [dice=string]15[/dice]

Ammo Count: 60 rounds expended, 240 remaining in ammo belt.

[Mercedes]

Perception: [dice]0[/dice]
Just in Case d20: [dice]1[/dice];JIC d100: [dice]2[/dice]

Mercedes fumes. Before her Invisibility: Simple spell elapses, she does a flurry of fake swings at Mikey. Lousy headhunter. All that metal in his head is squeaking. I hear it! I should just lop off his head!
In the end, though, she helps with piling material and as the train sets off, Mercedes sits down, checking her weapons.
Knock-knock, eh? Hope it does more than open doors.

Looking ahead as they near the "mountain", Mercedes yells, "Stop the train! STOP THE TRAIN!".

Aw fuck.
"Comrades, I'm afraid I haven't the spells for this particular situation. I did snatch this, however!" With that, Mercedes pulls out Knock-knock and takes aim at the nearest "blob limb". Her face is gleeful as she pulls the trigger, lightning arcs forth and there's a satisfying concussion in reply.
"Ahahaha! Yeah, baby!", she cackles, quickly letting loose with more blasts, the lightning illuminating Mercedes' deranged expression. All former pretext of her put-on accent vanishes. As she shoots, she yells at the people who just fell on the blob.
"Hey dumbasses! You're on a giant fucking pile of zombies!"

Initiative: [dice]3[/dice]
Actions/Melee: 6

Action 1: rapidly shoot at the nearest blob limb; strike [dice]4[/dice], damage [dice]5[/dice]
Action 2: rapidly shoot at the nearest blob limb; strike [dice]6[/dice], damage [dice]7[/dice]; HA! Natural 1!
Action 3: rapidly shoot at the nearest blob limb; strike [dice]8[/dice], damage [dice]9[/dice]
Action 4: rapidly shoot at the nearest blob limb; strike [dice]10[/dice], damage [dice]11[/dice]
Action 5: rapidly shoot at the nearest blob limb; strike [dice]12[/dice], damage [dice]13[/dice]
Action 6: rapidly shoot at the nearest blob limb; strike [dice]14[/dice], damage [dice]15[/dice]