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11 mos ago
Current I know I said I'd be back tonight but it turns out I have a lot of post-vacation life stuff to catch up on. Apologies to everyone waiting on a reply--I'll get them out before the end of the week!
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11 mos ago
Will be out of town from tomorrow until Monday--going to go try and through my threads tonight and update what I can, but after that will likely be silent for a few days.
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12 mos ago
back for me, praise the admins
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1 yr ago
take this opportunity for self-care. click a link, then go do a chore--by the time you're done, it'll have loaded =V
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1 yr ago
seven hours from "i don't have the bandwidth to run another game" to "trying to design a Drawn from the Undertow hack"
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Sorry for the delay, all!

For the hunt, a rolled a four, a six, a two, and a one.

And for the shopping, I rolled a three, a one, and a five.


Alright! Let's start a couple of clocks--I'm going to say 12 for the hunt, and 6 for the silencer. With those rolls, that would put you at 3/12 on the hunt, and 3/6 on the silencer.

I have two questions for you:

1) It sounds like Ijin goes between the two groups with some regularity--how does working with other Gweldite compare to working with the crew of the Cerberus?

2) I understand the line might be blurry, but is the Gweldite adherence to purpose closer to a social conditioning or a physical compulsion?

5, 4, 5,

Enlisting Alexius to help Molly is able to merge the AI cores, replacing Cho's ur-bots functions with non AI programing to mimic it long enough for the ur-bot to be wiped.


Yep, that's a success. Assuming you still want to play this out, I'll put something up IC to start that.

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Rash action! He and the crew will have to live with his gambling


I respect the confidence. How does Quintus blow his savings? What's his game of choice?
@Birdboy, assaulting the enemy in melee is going to be a POW, so you get:

The Star - Positive - A new path reveals itself
Death - Neutral - Something ends, and something else begins

@Digmata, give me another ELE:

The Hanged Man - Negative - You must make an impossible choice
The Magician - Positive - You achieve the impossible

@RickyG85, that sounds like POW as well to take out the fuel depot; you get:

Strength - Positive - You triumph through force
The High Priestess - Neutral - Intuition guides your actions
The Tower - Negative - Something terrible happens

@RickyG85 sure, go ahead!
Ah, heard that. No hard feelings, was fun while it lasted!
His eyes were wide. Allyn wanted nothing more than to shut them, to look away, but to his horror he found that he couldn't. The revulsion that was making his gorge rise--a deep, literal gut feeling--couldn't override the terror response that told him not to look away from the threat.

(He did manage to tear his eyes away for a split second, to look over at the phone he's still holding up--a corner of his brain remembering that turning the camera on would require him to turn the flashlight off, at least temporarily. Not an option, at the moment.)
Lieutenant Commander Leofric Hroderich, Lord Crystalfield, heir apparent to the County of Crystalfield, was having a bad day. Really, it would be more accurate to say he was having a bad month. And if you wanted to be most accurate, you might say that he was having a bad five weeks and three days, because that was how long it had been since he had landed on this godforsaken planet. It wasn't as if he had never been "outside"--large natural spaces had been incorporated into the colonies as they were built, and thanks to his birth he'd had more access to them than most--but certainly no planner had ever created a habitat with weather this extreme. Or, he mused, if they have, it could only be as a method of torture.

Presently he was doing his best to avoid the heat by parking himself in the little airbase's command hub. It wasn't where he was supposed to be, strictly speaking, but rank had its privileges, and Lord Crystalfield had never been shy about exercising them. Even if he wasn't actually in the cockpit, his Myrmidon was close enough, and the other soldiers assigned to his squad were more than capable of maintaining a patrol in this little slice of nowhere.

After all, if the dirtsiders haven't found us yet, it's because they can't. Just another couple or three weeks of this hell before we break through at the front, and then I'll see about getting reassigned somewhere less... moist.

The com crackled to life in the cockpit of Marcus's Bumble Sting. "Bumble Sting, permission granted. Repeat, weapons free!"

Leofric dropped the book he'd been reading as shouted reports came through on his earbud.

"We're under attack! Enemy fire from unknown position! I've sustained significant damage!"

He scrambled to his feet and rushed over to the door. Leaning out of the climate-controlled building felt like sticking his head in a sauna, but for the first time since he arrived, the climate was distant second in the young man's thoughts. The guard Myrmidon was too far away to see clearly, but even at this distance, he could tell it had taken some kind of damage.

A different voice--but with the same level of urgency--came through his comm. "Ground radar is picking up inbound!"

Leofric turned and ran in the opposite direction, slamming the door of the command center closed behind him.

Marcus became who he needed to be in that moment: a man shooting a target. The Myrmidon that was in his sights was no longer an enemy, but a bullseye.

As he pulled the trigger, though, the Sparos in his sights did something very inconsiderate for a bullseye to do and shifted slightly to the side. Not much--just enough to keep its foot from sinking too far into the wet ground, and to keep Bumble Sting's shot from being a kill. Instead of taking out the cockpit, the shot severed the machine's left forearm, which bounced off of the compacted dirt as the mech's head-mounted sensors swept around wildly.

Albert was the first thing it saw as Daedalus charged into the base's perimeter. Men screamed, falling out of the vehicle as the walker hoist it into the air, and his improvised projectile crunched into the base's communications array. Antennas were broken--sparks flew--and the transport finally stopped, hanging off one side of the bent dish. Albert had broken off the enemy's main line of communications--but in the process he had also broken ranks with his wingmate.

The scattered small arms fire he'd experienced so far was more a panic reaction from soldiers taken by surprise than any sort of real attempt at defense, but that reprieve was now over. An armored vehicle whirred around a temporary barracks, its turret already tracking the huge Myrmidon as it hove into view. The range was too short, and Daedalus was a large, slow target to begin with--the armor held, but there was no doubt that one had hit. The vehicle's autoloader slotted in another explosive shell as the tank zipped off, hoping to avoid retaliation.

Rally found herself farther behind her squadmate than she would probably prefer--but that vantagepoint and the remove from the action gave her the opportunity to notice two things.

First--the one-armed Sparos was raising its sidearm to aim at Daedalus. Her ally was turned fully away from the threat--but by the same token, the enemy wasn't looking at her, either.

Second--through her audio pickups, she could hear a faint rumbling sound, coming from just behind a nearby hill...


@Birdboy, no, it's me, I'm about to get a reply out tonight




@ctrlsaltdel Apologies for this taking so long to get done. Was probably overthinking the back story.


Looks good, and I think she'll fit right in with this crew! Go ahead and post it in the character section, and if you want to pick out two downtime activities to do before the next job, go ahead.
I think Allyn's watching, but the only thing stopping him from averting his eyes is that the thought of not being able to see what's going on is even worse.

EDIT: I re-read the letter and I see what you're getting at--and I'll edit if you like--but given that I, the player, didn't remember the rule about not looking at the gargoyles, I don't think that Allyn would either, given the circumstances.
@RickyG85, that little shotput maneuver is going to be a POW draw. Your cards are:

The Emperor - Neutral - You break something
Temperance - Neutral - You are met with an equal and opposite reaction
Judgment - Negative - Your past mistakes catch up to you

I feel like one of these is probably most appropriate at the moment, but the choice is yours.
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