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Old School
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#121Asha winced as the echoes reverberated through the township, only slightly surprised to find her handgun drawn and pointed int he general direction of the blast, greatful no one had noticed her half unfurled tail in the chaos of the blast.
"Sounded like a mortar attack, Raiders?" She asked the group hesitantly, "Could be the creature attacks were just prep work for an all out assault," -
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#122As the small shock wave passed through her Anya tensed, the conflagration lighting the night in a whooshing blaze. I thought we'd agreed not to torch the place.. she thought angrily.
Turning around she glared at Marcus thinking that he was probably responsible for the blaze. If the didn't have more concerning matters at hand to deal with she would have lost it. Maybe I still will once we have this under control she thought whilst fixing him with a grim stare. -
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#123Carny clutched the dog fur in her hand. She looked around with confusion at the others. What the heck was going on tonight, she felt completely isolated and detatched from everything all of a sudden. As the cloud of flames danced in the night-sky, her thoughts wandered back to Luc. Was he alright? Where was he now, would they ever make up, or for that matter would she ever know a friend like him again.
She looked at Asha, all these strange events had started happening when she arrived, was she a spy, sent here to undermine and destroy Red Tower? She didn't want to believe that of her, but they had only just met after all, and under strange circumstances.
"...What are we gunna do?" She whispered out to noone in particular. She realized there would always be need for more hands putting out the fire, but if the others went after the dog thing, they might need her more. She felt torn and indecisive, her gaze flickering, hoping someone would take charge and soon. -
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#124Marcus ignored Anya for now. Though his emotions told him to act upon this glare, he shut them down. The explosion had been bigger than expected, and Kenebac was burning. With some beastie hunting them.
He turned to Carnegie and said, "We hunt. The fire... it'll be taken care of. There's enough people 'round here to put it out. But they'll be dead when they go home, exhausted, tired, with some thing killing them. It'll be open season for it if we don't stop it, if we don't kill it." Marcus looked at the new girl, Asha, and said, "We ain't your family, we ain't your people, we ain't your friends. But d**nit, we could use your help. Will ya go huntin' with us?" As he said this last part, he glanced at Anya, extending the question to her as well. -
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#125Asha nodded after a moments consideration, feeling that to refuse would be to cast suspicion and the taint of cowardice upon her. "Of course, we should head over and see what started the fire first, if could be the beast returned to it's kill and someone lit it up." She eyed the blaze uncertainty, "Plus all the noise and light could well draw this thing if it's used to hunting men."
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#126As Asha finished speaking, she noticed one of Tilly's sons suddenly turn and bring up his weapon.
"Fu .."
Something was hurtling through the air, leaping into the enclosure. A burst of sparks showed the gunshot hit, but the thing landed on its feet and oriented itself directly at Asha. Doglike, it was a vision of hell in the flickering light; black, inorganic eyes; tattered fur; and wickedly serrated teeth.
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#127Whatever this mechanical construct was, Anya wasn't going to sit idly by and allow it to dismember her companions, no matter her current feelings towards them. Training and good discipline took over.
Quickly bringing the cannon up to her shoulder with her strength whilst crouching her muscular form to steady herself against the vengeful kick, she fired an armor piercing round at the thing, point blank. If this didn't put it out of business, she didn't know what would. She'd shot through armored APC's and even a tank with this thing.
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#128Her gun was already in hand, and she fired without a seconds pause, her thumb flicking the G18's full auto switch a fraction of a second before her finger tightened on the trigger, machine or beast, it was getting a head full of .9mm and that would give it pause, hopefully enough time for the rest of her companions to finish it off. -
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#129Carnegie spun around startled. A hunter isn't used to being the hunted one, and so she made a mistake, she fired in haste. And the shot went wide. Her eyes grew large as she saw the cables hanging loose from the eye socket after Asha's shot, no ordinary animal indeed! "It's a clanker! Pour wat'r on de sucker!" She yelled out.
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#130Ashas' flock of bullets found their home in the thing's head, rounds pounding into metal reinforced snout and forehead. An eye shattered and dangled out, a chunk of fur came away exposing circuitry and slashed muscle. A third disappeared directly into the yawning mouth.
Moments later, its headlong charge towards Asha was nearly stopped by a massive .50 round slamming into its torso. Had it been flesh and blood, it would have fallen, shattered, but it pressed on, no fear, no sense of preservation, only the destruction of its prey.
Internal organs that it may once have counted as useful hung from it as it pressed on.
A shot came from one of the Tilly brothers, but the others held fire due to the proximity of the beast to Asha.
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#131With the beast in close proximity, Marcus swung his axe, but the thing managed to evade it.
The distraction was useful though, as Asha managed to sidestep the snapping metal jaws.
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#132She adjusted her aim and pulled the trigger a second time, sending another burst of bullets into the monstrosity, hoping to shatter is remaining eye, realizing her pappenheimer would be next to useless against a creature of metal, and her pistol was already in her hand.
(22:31:20) Minion: Silveressa rolls 1d20 and gets 16 (+1 for master crafted GLock, = 17 total plus any attack bonus for being in close quarters)
(22:44:23) Minion: Silveressa rolls 2d6 and gets 2,5. (+2 for burst fire) =9 points of damage assuming she hit. -
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#133The bullets slammed home, ripping off more organic bits and denting the metal ones. Smoke began billowing out from its back, aweful acrid stuff.
No longer moving as smoothly, it still pressed on its attack...
FYI: Your dex bonus applies to firearms :) -
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#134Another shot, another miss. She was a hunter after all, used to kill animals, but this... She wasn't even sure what this was. Why would someone create something like this, and who would be able to... It was enough to unnerve her.
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#135Marcus smiled. People could be annoying at times and bothersome, but an enemy... an enemy is simple and clear. The enemy doesn't play games, an enemy simply goes for the kill. And in that regard, robots made the best kind of enemies.
But people needed him. And so he sprung into action. His comrades were shooting it, but that seemed to have not much of an affect on the beastie. Perhaps something more direct would.
Marcus yelled, something more to encourage himself than to discourage it, and did something that in hindsight was probably very stupid. He dropped his weapons, his axe and Qwell's rifle thudding as they hit the ground, and ran at the beast and tackled it.
Not quite sure if this counts as a bull rush or a grapple attempt, or even what modifiers I get. So I just rolled a d20 and got a 10. -
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#136The creature didn't seem to react to Marcus's charge, apart from a half-hearted snap of its jaws as Marcus managed to make contact. Grabbing the thing, it was slowed down significantly. None of Tilly's crew fired at the thing for fear of hittng Marcus.
There are Grapple rules. Your CMB (Combat manuver bonus) is your BAB (2) + Strength bonus (5), or 7, so your roll is 17.
The thing has a CMD of 7, amazingly enough, so you _just_ hit.
However, since you don't have Improved Grapple, you grant it an Attack of Opportunity, which it missed.
You do not cause any damage to it this round, though next round you could attempt to do so if it does not throw off the grappel. Other than that:
Grappled creatures cannot move and take a –4 penalty to Dexterity. A grappled creature takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls and combat maneuver checks, except those made to grapple or escape a grapple.
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#137With a blink in surprise Asha noticed Marcu's sudden appearance upon the beast as she paused in shock, taking a few steps back to put more distance between herself and the monstroisty while pulling out her flashlight, hoping to blind the beast in its remaining eye and halt its progress.
(09:43:04) Minion: Silveressa rolls 1d20 and gets 8. +4 for dex bonus = 12 on my roll to shine a flashlight in its eyes. -
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#138Carnegie took some deep breaths and tried to steady her weapon, with Marcus holding it down and Asha shining a light on it, this should work dammit.
She held her breath and squeezed the trigger, her eyes looking down the length of the barrel... BAM!
Going back to using my own dice again. Rolled a 14 +7 +1, total of 22, -4 for shooting into melee. Dunno if the flash-light offers any additional bonuses. If hit, 5 +7, total of 12 +1 damage. -
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#139Anya was momentarily taken aback by the things stubborn refusal to cease functioning. She then aimed at the thing, now with a grappling Marcus clinging onto it, and decided against firing another .50. If that thing hit Marcus, there wouldn't be much left. Switching instead to her Glock 20, she thumbed off the safety and fired at it's already exposed "eye" socket trying to hit the circuitry inside.
(10:47:13) Minion: Kassy rolls 1d20 and gets 9. +5 for dex iirc. Not sure what else I have to roll. Damned unfamiliarity with system. -
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#140Carniegie's shot struck something important as the dog writhed in Marcus's grip. It fell limp catching Marcus by surprise.
At that point he noticed a bright flashing red light on the exposed circuitry of the cyberdog's head. It reminded him of something....
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#141Marcus stared down at the head for a moment, down at the red blinking light. He remembered a red blinking light. He did not appreciate seeing a red blinking light now.
"s**t!" he said, and then yelled, "Take cover!"
He stood, holding the head of the dog in one hand, the body in the other, and ripped, his musceles bulging, as he attempted to pull the dog's head, and the bomb with it, away from the body.
Rolled a 19, +5 St for 24. If that's enough to rip the dog's head off, then Marcus will throw the head off into a place without people, not necessarily a place without buildings. I roll a 10 for the throw. -
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#142The metal neck parted, sparks flew and the sound of arcing electricity snapped out, along with a short gush of blood. A moment later, Marcus hurled the thing's head over the wall, the only sound being the wet thump as it hit the ground.
The body fell, silent and still as well. No lights, no boom.
Everyone was quiet.
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#143Asha nodded and quickly slammed home a fresh magazine into her Glock, scanning the area for any more of the monstrosities, speaking in quietly urgent tones, "Anyone injured? There may be more so stay alert." -
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#144"Gosh Ah sure hope not... De way dat thang was movin, n'd de armor onnit. Ah dun wanna see anymore a those." Carny shook her head. Pondering whether to climb a building for a better position, but decided against it, she needed to stay mobile. If nothing else turned up, she decided to investigate the clanker closer.
Never increase the AC when you're buffing enemies, just saying :wink: -
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#145"I'm good, what about you, that thing seemed pretty darn determined to end you," Anya said slowly, relieved that the thing had been put out of commission by Marcus tearing it's mechanical head off.
There hadn't been an explosion from the thrown head, so she turned to Marcus and said, "do you think that could be a tracking beacon that you saw instead of a bomb?" She shuddered at the thought of more of these prowling around, destroying the place she called home. -
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#146"Ya think I have any idea if it was a tracker?" Marcus asked incredulously. "I'm here to hit things, not do machines. If you want to check out the head, be my guest. I'm stayin' on the safe side of the wall."
He turned to Carnegie, and said, "Think you can get some use out of the body? Scrap parts or somethin'?" -
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#147"Umm, well dis here thang's probably made a fancier bits n' stuff than Ahm used to. Ah'll have a look-see though..."
"Jess hopin it won't blow up in mah face..." She mumbled and approached the body, opting to prod it a couple of times first with the butt of her rifle.
Not sure what would be appropriate, I got a 19 on the roll though, so add whichever makes more sense;
engineering +5
knowledge (elec) +6
knowledge (mech) +6
I'm trying to find salvagable parts and/or find anything of interest in the body
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Nothing came of the prodding, so Carnegie looked more closely.
While the dog was obviously outfitted with sub-dermal (mostly) armor and a number of unmarked enclosed boxes, it would seem that most of the electronics were either buried deep enough to require butchering the dog, or had been contained in the now absent head. What bones were visible had a silvery rigid mesh over them. Fibers ran from other boxes into the muscles. The dog appeared to be about half and half robot to organic. She also noticed scars here and there that were very hard too see - whoever or whatever stitched this dog together had done a very good job. One box, high up and near the spine, sprouted a long, very thin metal rod. The rod ran nearly the length of the spine, held close with metal strips, stopping a few inches before the tail. Might be an aerial.
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#149"Uh...g-guys? Ahm thinkin dis doggy majt be air-born. So uh... heads up." She said and worriedly scanned the dark skies, then she bent down and drew her knife to carve the corpse up.
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#150Inside the Thoracic cavity, two plastic-enclosed cylinders could be found - one with an array of leads extending everywhere, and another with a single set of leads that appeared to have lead to the neck at one point.
Scars from the surgery that implanted these devices was apparent here, but again showed signs of very careful workmanship.
Tilly and her sons saw to Beau or were watching for additional attack. Outside the sound of townsfolk working at extinguishing small fires could be heard.
btw- aerial = Antenna
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#151Asha looked at her doubtfully for a full couple seconds, then shrugged as she realized it wasn't the craziest thing she'd heard over the past couple months, "Could be jump jets or something to let it boost over high walls and breach upper stories of buildings?" She suggested peering closer, another thought occurring to her, "We should check out that explosion and fire, it could be another of these things got taken down near the perimeter, or it left some kind of limpet mine in the mans home or remains as a trap?"
She stepped closer and held her light steady, making it easier for Caregie to work on her dissection and analysis of the thing, and to be on hand in case it had any surprises still in store for them. -
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#152Carnegie ripped up some grass and used it to clean her hands and knife, then she got up and spoke. "Uhm afore we do dat though, iffin dat head is transmittin sum kajnd a trackin signal what with de blinkin lights n'd all, we oughta crush it first and foremost so's we ain't gettin anymore a those cumin 'ere...Uhm, Marcus kin yeu...pick up a big rock n'd smash it or sumthin? Ah doubt we woudd be able ta do much wit it anyways. Ah'll go help de others put out the fires now." She said looking to see if anyone else would volunteer, in either case they probably shouldn't be straying too far away from eachother but she couldn't just stand by idle while the village burned down. -
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#153"Hold on a sec, we could use it as bait as well, whoever built this thing and sent it against the community might wish to retrieve its remains, so placing it somewhere in the forest and setting up an ambush for its owner might tell us more about why they unleashed it on out community, and perhaps stop them from sending more." She paused briefly at realizing she had referred to the town as "our community" a bit surprised at herself she already thought of herself as one of them, but decided not to make an issue of her phrasing if no one else did. -
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#154Carny stared at the woman in disbelief.
"...N-now hold on 'ere, Ah... Ah dunno how common those thangs are over in Stonehammer, but de tajm it took ta bring it down... Ah... coudd 'ave taken down three yotes alone, inna tajm it took all'a us ta tajk down one a those! Whoever or whatever it may be dat sent dat thang, iffin dey's got more a them... All we's got are dese ol guns. Ah hardly reckon we'd stand a chance against anyone wielding such... uh... resources. Ta their disposal..."
"Dis thang..." She said and emphasized it with a kick to the cadaver. "Dis is advanced stuff, Ah've... never seen anythang lajk it. Ah reckon we'd be much better off hidin fra whatever sent it." Not to mention it might be you their looking for, she thought to herself. She crossed her arms and hugged herself for support, this was uncomfortable, she wasn't used to airing her opinions so openly, but she was a hunter, not a... clanker-hunter. Her eyes darted nervously between her companions, she wondered what the decision would be.
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#155Asha nodded slowly, reaching out to put a reassuring arm on Caregie's shoulder, "You;re right in they probably only have one of them, which means if they retrieve its remains personally they may be far less equipped and able to be dealt with easily by surprise, besides the advantage we have with an ambush is we can size up the opposition, see if it's anything we can't handle, if it prove too difficult we can just remain still and let them go from whence they came, then maybe track them back to their home and go from there."
She looked over at the mayor and nodded, "It's your call of course sir, but I would suggest we use the opportunity to find out as much as we can about who sent this thing and why, take the offensive before we find ourselves preyed upon again in the future." She paused for breath and gave them a sly smile, "Besides in an ambush we can rig up a dead fall or pit trap that'll take one of these out of commission with less risk to ourselves."
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#156"I'm with Asha," Marcus said bluntly. "Hiding ain't an option- if they got the technology to make a thing like that, they probably got something that'll let 'em know that their beastie ain't in fightin' shape any more. They- if there is a they, could be a beastie left over from history- they know we killed it, and if they're set on coming, by the looks of this puppy's claws," here he paused, and gave the headless body a light kick, "they'll come armed. We might as well be prepared."
He sighed for a moment, and then eyed the burning wreckage of Qwell's home. It had been quite an explosion, he had not expected that.
"Someone tell me if I'm crushing its head quick, else I'm goin' to see if I can help with firefightin'." -
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#157"Might want to put your ambush near that old school - there's no-one's home anywhere near there."
He looked at Marcus, his expression somewhat obscured by the poor light.
"You've put me in a hard place, Marcus. It's too late in the night to address this properly, but there will certainly need to be accounting for this ... mess. Might be best if you kept a low profile for a bit."
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#158Marcus looked at the mayor for a moment, eyeing his hidden face.
"Fine," he said. "I shall be at that school, with that head, and I shall slaughter any who come to find it."
He turned, the burning vans and the other house that had recieved the gift of fire providing a harsh light that made his stony face seem harder, and strode into the darkness and the woods.
"If you care to join me, join me," he said without turning, without slowing his gait, his feet soon carrying him from the domesticated packed dirt of the town to the wild and loose earth of the forest.
Why did he care so much for the fate of Kenebac? The town had brought him nothing but pain and sorrow and hardship. His only friend in the world, Luc, was nowhere to be seen, there was next to nothing keeping him here.
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#159Asha looked over at the mayor for direction, waiting for Marcus to get out ear shot before speaking quietly.
I've seen people like him back in Stonehammer, when they lack a clear direction to go, they usually find their way into trouble instead, it's not usually intentional, but they don't always make the smartest choices when left to their own devices if you take my meaning." She shrugged and eyed his retreating form, unsure whether to thank him for his intervention, or berate him for neaqrly getting himself shot by leaping into her line of fire.
"It might be better for everyone if a few of us keep an eye on him, and make sure he doesn't get into any more trouble, especially with how unsettled everyone is right now," She suggested to the mayor with a polite smile, "I know I'm new here, but your village has shown me kindness, and I would like to repay that in part if you're willing to let me."
Assuming you trust me, and don't blame me for the fire as well given it was my suggestion to torch the place. Then again you don't seem like the summary execution style of barons we used to get passing through Stonehammer, I wonder if that's the case or if you're just less vocal then they would be under similar circumstances? -
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#160The world made no sense anymore. What was the mayor accusing Marcus of? Or rather, what had he done now. She watched his retreating form and looked back at what to her was a blazing inferno. How could she leave when her home was threatening to go aflame, she had wanted to help out the bucket chains from the start but then the clanker came and now... There was no stopping Marcus, that she knew, not when he was like this, and she couldn't just let her small group wander out without support, but to leave at a time like this. The mayor had said to set the ambush that was true, but he hadn't said right this instant!
She bit her lip. Gosh darnit, she was a hunter not some kind of commando. What was she becoming, where was her place in the world. She didn't know. She stood dumbstruck and watched the bucket chains form, the scattered orange flames like beacons in the night, torn between logic and emotion. At least it looked like they would have it under control, and auntie Tilly's house was in no immidiate danger. She turned to watch Asha discoursing with the mayor. Where they coming or not? She took a few hesitant steps after Marcus, looking behind her. A worshipping Elvis pacing around her legs.