Uplift RPG Session #47

round and round she goes! Circles come forth and come back again! Such is our Fates!
maraues and fried have returned from a scouting trip!
spurred by the proposition of regeneration!

Gator (GM): Also Fred is here!

Axl Greez: (at store, hold on)

Match: "Just going to be USELESS THERE! I can't do anything in a WHEELCHAIR!"

Gator (GM): Fred! After waiting in the lobby for several days, the fox rolls the rat back. He is angry as ever.
Match roll perception!

Edward H.: (perception is...)

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(87)+15= 102
(Mind basically)

Edward H.: (thanks)
rolling d100+30
(53)+30= 83

Gator (GM): You discover that your gosh darn wheelchair has been in brake this entire time.
Edward!
You noticed the old lady that they brought in with them is talking on a complex phone.

Match Shakes in anger and starts swearing as he turns off the brakes.

Fred Actaeon: OK?

Axl Greez: "Fred. Match's going to be in the therapist a bit... They're gonna have to cut his arms and legs soon. A guy 'proached me. Said I might find somethin' to heal him. It might involve clearing out a cult... You willin' to help?"

Fred Actaeon: ...Yes

Martaues: "Thanks man. Know it aint your thing, but... It'll help him."

Gator (GM): (technically this is Mart's fault with his 'surgicsl mauling')

Fred Actaeon: (huh?)

Gator (GM): (I'll let them explain)

Match Continues to curse as he looks for something to kill time, or himself really.

Martaues: ( Mart scraped off napalm from Match's skin )

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(4)+15= 19

Martaues: ( Used his arm to save him at the cost of fucking up his nerves something proper )

Match: (everything got infected.)

Martaues: ( * augmented arm )

Match: (except his junk.)

Gator (GM): (technically, your flesh is cooked.)
(it's a horrible thing.)

Martaues: ( It was either rip the burning flesh off or let him burn to death )

Fred Actaeon: "So what is this cult?"

Martaues: ( Really a miracle he's alive )
"Worshipers for a serial killer that couldn't die. I'll tell more on the way, but we're hopin' to find whatever it is that guy had that souped him up."
"Problem is, if what he has is there, he will be there too."

Gator (GM): The man who gave you this mission is at the lobby drinking a coffee

Martaues: ( Head out to sewer? )
( Anyway, the serial killer is hundreds of years old, presumadly still alive
( Had a regenerative factor )
( Possibly artifact. We get that, Match's wounds get healed up )

Fred Actaeon: (and probably change the medical buisness as we know it.)

Gator (GM): Let me know when to map jump.
While you are here you get restore hp.
Also might be a good idea to do some shopping.

Fred Actaeon: (Not sure if I need anything)

Gator (GM): Then go back to the estates?

Fred Actaeon: (I like to hear from Mart)

Gator (GM): (he is busy securing grub, I think.)
(what do you want to know?)

Match: (back)

Gator (GM): (hey!)

Martaues: ( Sorry, store stuff )

Fred Actaeon: (Eh, I just want to his hear his opinion since I'm basically folling his lead)

Martaues: ( Opinion on what? )

Match: (Sewer cult.)

Match Leaves his room, looking for something to kill time (Or himself)

Martaues: ( They're bad, they're smelly, and they might have the good stuff to help Match feel OK )

Fred Actaeon: (Gator said "might be a good idea to do some shopping." Not sure if I need anything.)

Gator (GM): Got armor?

Martaues: ( We either tell them to vacate or be willing for a business merge with the mystery man Yago or whatever he told me to tell them, or we have to get rid of 'em )

Fred Actaeon: (Yeah, concealable armor. I got it last session)

Martaues: ( Armor, taser, handcuffs or zipties, and a gun )

Gator (GM): Then you're good.

Martaues: ( You got a taser, armor and a gun, but if you want to do nonlethal, we need cuffs or zipties )

Fred Actaeon: (I'm not showing a gun in my invatory)

Martaues: ( When we were dealing with the Banshee in the snow, I tossed you a 10mm Pistol and 30 rounds I think )

Fred Actaeon: (Yes, but I dropped it)

Martaues: ( Then crud )

Gator (GM): That a free pistol for somebody then!

Martaues: ( Your call then. Either nab a gun, get one from the possible cult presence, or just stick with a taser. Regardless, zipties will be handy )

Fred Actaeon: (Ziptie and handcuffs it is then.

Gator (GM): 75 dollars then!

Fred Actaeon: Paid

Martaues: ( For how many cuffs / zipties? )

Gator (GM): 1 dollar for 100. It's zip ties
Proceed?

Fred Actaeon: So I have 7500 zip ties?

Match: (must be the other way around.)

Gator (GM): If you want.

Martaues: ( Secure EVERYTHING )

Gator (GM): But cuffs are 74

Martaues: ( So you good? I'm ready to map change then )
( Cuffs also aren't as easily removed. Zipties can be cut off with a knife, cuffs are tricky to handle )

Fred Actaeon: So how many do you suggest?

Match: (I thought I was staying at the hospital.)

Gator (GM): 1 cuff, 100 zips.

Martaues: ( A hundred for a dollar is more than enough, really )

Fred Actaeon: OK.
paid

Gator (GM): Ah, I don't like players writing themselves out. Your coming along!

Martaues: ( What about his therapy? )

Gator (GM): He gains 15 MH

Match: (Im in a fucking wheelchair with 21hp, no armor. no weapons, no money.)

Gator (GM): Mostly because of the anti psychotics they jammed into his neck.

Fred Actaeon: You didn't think through, did you gator? :P

Gator (GM): Oh I did.
You use a damaged flamethrower you live with the consequences!

Match: (Now -105% insane!)

Martaues: "This is the place, keep an eye out. And... Match, are you sure you're OK with comin'? I really don't want you gettin' hurt any here."

Gator (GM): The hospital won't keep him over night.

Match: "I DON'T WANT TO GO! I'M USELESS!"

Gator (GM): Welcome to medicine in a socialist state.

Fred Actaeon: "I agree. You should be back at the hospital."

Martaues: "Should we drop him off at a hotel?"
"I mean, crap, how's the wheelchair even gonna go down the sewer?"

Gator (GM): (rope?)

Fred Actaeon: (look, I don't mind if Match gets left out."

Martaues: ( And 21 health, that's 1 9mm bullet. If you're weak enough to the point that a single 9mm shot can instantly kill you, you really shouldn't be in a combat scenario )
 ( I don't want to leave him out of a game, but I don't want to risk bringing him to his death )

Gator (GM): Hey, you guys are in charge of your own characters. Just throw a vest on him and go, I'd say.

Match: (Just drop off Match at a hotel or some shit.)

Gator (GM): Nah. No backseaters!

Fred Actaeon: (And my character would be VERY much against this)

Martaues: ( I vote giving him a nonlethal amount of painkillers to tithe him over, drop him at a hotel room with nothing to start a fire with, and get this done as soon as we can )

Gator (GM): Combat breaks out then dive and cover!

Martaues: ( This is like sending kids to war )
( Send the quadrlaped disabled to war, they'll serve in death regardless as sandbags if they must )

Gator (GM): He can use his arms!
Well you want to wheel him to a motel, sure.
100 per day,

Martaues: ( Yes please. If Gaven's cool with having Match take a breather for this round, then yes )

Gator (GM): (no guys or glory bloodlust in you guys. None at all!)

Martaues brings Match out to a hotel, paying the cost of a room for a single night. Along the way, he acquires some painkillers and leaves a few pills there with him and pockets the bottle. "I'll be back, man. It'll be done and done real fast, OK? Just... call me if you need me, aight? I wrote a number on a paper o'er there."

Gator (GM): You drop Match off in a hotel on the way, it is dusty and boring. Perfect for recovering from crippling injuries.

Martaues: ( Glory bloodlust is going one man against an army with ones own merit. Like bare fist ripping apart limbs despite their obvious advantage )
( Sending someone close to dead in that sort of fight when the options to not do so are much more readily available is just silly )

Gator (GM): So you return to the estates!

Match just lays in bed, browsing channels.

Martaues: "Right, right... Left four painkiller pills, not enough to kill 'imself but help the pain if he gets it... Alright. Let's get ramblin'."

Gator (GM): Not much has changed save for a dishelved lion man in the cukdesac area.

Martaues: ( What name did the suit man tell me to tell others? )
( In preparation for his arrival? )

Gator (GM): Enoch

Martaues taps Fred and points to the lion. He whispers "Be ready incase." Martaues approaches the lion, no weapons drawn, and says "Hey. Are you with them?"

Gator (GM): The man looks at you confused.

Martaues: "Hm. Well, are you aware of an Enoch?" Martaues asks, watching for any sudden reaction
( The rabbit using a weird phone has me nervous )

Gator (GM): The man then looks angry and runs off.

Fred Actaeon: (what rabbit?)

Martaues: ( Tase him? )
( Bum we found here. Shot her leg and dumped her at a hospital and had someone cover her charges )
( I got a suit, ranged taser. Can I pop the lion? )

Gator (GM): He is currently out of range.
Approach?

Martaues: ( Yeah, try to get within range and tase him. Best to keep him out of the picture if at all possible )
( Any rolls that should be made? )

Gator (GM): An attack roll

Martaues: ( Ah, on phone. Can't move token )
rolling 1d100
(31)= 31
( Piss )

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100
(17)= 17

Gator (GM): In a surprise move he uses a wooden lid in his hand to block!

Martaues: ( Possibility to roll intimidation? )


Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+40
(82)+40= 122
Sure.

Martaues: ( Or does his mighty block remove the threat of mere words? )

Gator (GM): As you open your mouth he interrupts you by throwing junk at you.
rolling 1d100+40
(90)+40= 130

Martaues: ( Where it hit? )

Gator (GM): You chest.

Martaues: ( Damage? )

Gator (GM): For 1 damage

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(84)+25= 109

Gator (GM): Was that intimidation?

Martaues draws his rifle and shouts "Get down or I'll put you down!"

Martaues: ( Yeah. )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+60
(84)+60= 144

Martaues: ( Jesus Christ this guy )

Gator (GM): He has bullying skill.
He throws more junk and rambles incoherently.

Martaues: ( Hol' up, fucking 60 mind bonus? This bum got 12 mind? )
( Or is that the power of the bullying skill? )

Gator (GM): 4 in intimidation skill.

Martaues: ( Daaamn. OK then. Is he still blocking? Me and Fred can probably try another tase attack, but at this point he'll probably dance around them )

Gator (GM): Worth a shot.
He will try to block as well.

Martaues: ( Time for another 180 roll in block )
rolling 1d100
(16)= 16

Gator (GM): Step it up, y'all!

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100
(48)= 48

Martaues: ( At this point I just wanna shoot him with a flachette round now and be done with his nonsense )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+40
(62)+40= 102

Martaues: ( Friggin' boss level rolls from a dirty bum )

Gator (GM): You hear windows break to your right and behind you!

Martaues: "Fred, this is getting ridiculous. We'll just be wasting our time here, but I don't want to just move on with this guy-"
"Oh what tha Hell is goin' on now?"

Gator (GM): They fire goddamn lasers at your feet, warning shots!

Fred Actaeon: "Any suggestions?"

Gator (GM): The main lion is pelting you with wooden junk, it's harmless but a sign of aggression
Martaues: ( Aside from storming the houses and painting them red, I got shouting loudly if they want to be pissing off Enoch when he comes in and hoping they stand down if his name holds any sort of weight with them )
( brb )
Gator (GM): (what are your ideas, Fred or match?)
Fred Actaeon: "Listen, this is all a big misunderstanding!"
Axl Greez: ( Sorry, I'm not too big of a planner outside of "shoot them all and let God sort it out" )

Gator (GM): "No! You go away! Boo!" The man says.

Martaues: "We speak for Enoch! Are you to be in a cooperative manner for his arrival?" Mart shouts, hoping whoever is inside the houses hears
"Are you to not rebel against him?"

Gator (GM): He explains that Enoch above anyone else should be punished severely.
Also for you and him to kiss his hind quarters.
He apparently doesn't like Enoch.

Martaues: ( Edward, you good with taking out the guys here? )

Fred Actaeon: (OK

Gator (GM): He says this is your last chance to walk away.

Fred Actaeon: (If there is no other option, yes)

Martaues: ( It's either we leave or we take these fellas out and look for something to heal up Match )
( Otherwise, Match loses all of his limbs )

Gator (GM): It's not like you have new ones lying around

Fred Actaeon: (As I said, OK)

Martaues whispers to Fred, "Backside of the house behind us. Go."

Martaues makes a dash for cover!

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100+30
(70)+30= 100

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25+30
(96)+25+30= 151

Gator (GM): Nice.
rolling 1d100+35
(23)+35= 58
Marty!
Also
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1BVGsXEQVamFwHRYzN6zWX9bRl_tpLQzK/view?usp=drivesdk
It's not up to date but it's just about.

Gator (GM): I'm on my tablet so I can't access the current version.

Martaues: ( Is there a visual on the lion from the position right next to where the Match icon is? )

Gator (GM): Oh, yeah.

Martaues: ( Any cover bonus or is there none from that location against the wall? )

Gator (GM): I thought you meant could you see a lion at that spot, not from that spot.
Sure, you can see west and north lion.

Fred Actaeon: (you're welcome)

Martaues: ( What's up? )
( Sorry, I'm a bit lost here. )

Fred Actaeon: (I moved the icon for you)

Martaues: ( Oh oh, thanks. On my computer now, so I'm good. )
( Anyway, going to take an aim action at the West lion then fire a flachette round at his head. Much as I want to tase him and fry him for info, that's a bit too risky. )
rolling 1d100+25
(57)+25= 82

Gator (GM): He is behind cover.

Martaues: ( No confirmed hit then )
( *? )

Gator (GM): So, 42 on an aimed shot.
Yeah, Abit of a miss

Martaues: ( Christ, -40. Anyway, that's three actions. End turn. )

Gator (GM): Fred!

Fred Actaeon: I stay near Mart and end my turn.

Gator (GM): Lions
Two lions approach and take cover.
West lion takes a shot at Mart!
rolling 1d100+40-40
(48)+40-40= 48
Center hit.

Martaues: ( Where'd his +40 to aiming come from? )

Gator (GM): rolling 6d10+60
(1+10+7+6+7+1)+60= 92
He has 4 in energy weapons.

Martaues: ( Course )

Gator (GM): I suppose it's obvious, but they aren't really bums

Martaues: ( But otherwise, yeah, perfect spot for Match to be at )

Gator (GM): This is the thought that occurs to you as photons pelt your armor.
Your turn.

Martaues: ( Is there an opening or window at the position here? )

Fred Actaeon: "Are you OK?"

Gator (GM): Sure!

Martaues: "Damn thing hits hard and they aim like champs. Don't get hit by 'em. I'm goin' to flank one."

Gator (GM): The houses are pretty open, you can run from one window to the opposite pretty well.

Martaues: ( From the position there, is there a visual on the lion? Because then I can use my remaining movement to go inside )

Fred Actaeon: "What can I do?"

Gator (GM): Yeah, I think so.

Martaues: "Shit... Don't know. Th' other might be comin' up on us. Try to hide and jump him if y' can. Otherwise, stick with me."
( Any cover from that position? Sorry, but that -40 to aim got me wanting to hit him good )
( Does the lion have any cover from that position )
( Best move your token when it's your tunr )
(*turn )
( Anyway, lion got cover from window sight here or do I have a clear shot? )

Gator (GM): Yellow lion has no cover.

Martaues: ( The laser-West lion? )
( None of them have colors )

Gator (GM): Eh, sure.
Does the middle lion have a yellow box for you guys?

Martaues: ( Anyway, aim action then shot at head like before. Praying it's not a 1. )
( Nope )
rolling 1d100+25
(23)+25= 48
( Piss off )
( End turn. Missed shot. Probably my luck too that they're wearing god-breaker armor or something )

Gator (GM): Did you spend another action to increase sim?

Martaues: ( That's the +25. Is there another additive that I forgot? )
( +5 from aim, +20 from modification. )

Gator (GM): It's +10 per skill.
It's +10 per aim now.

Martaues: ( Dammit, keep forgetting about that. I have a rifle skill of 1. )
( So +15 to 48 )

Gator (GM): Hit.

Martaues: rolling 8d10+80
(2+10+3+4+9+7+9+6)+80= 130
( That's my turn done with. Swear I'm gonna kill myself by accident forgetting all of my numbers )

Gator (GM): His srnor is smashed and he is knocked out the window.

Martaues: ( snor? )

Gator (GM): Amor.
Armor.

Martaues: ( Alrighty. )

Fred Actaeon: I follow mart

Gator (GM): Thumb typing is my only excuse.
You could roll persuastion to see if they will back off.

Fred Actaeon: You mean persuasion?

Gator (GM): Yes...
THUMB
KEYBOSRD
Awesome!

Fred Actaeon: d100+30
rolling d100+30
(93)+30= 123

Match: (Did you add mind?)

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(73)+30= 103

Fred Actaeon: "Come on, you can what his weapon is capable of."

Gator (GM): You win.

Fred Actaeon: (and yes)

Gator (GM): We have weapons too! But what are you doing here?

Fred Actaeon: "We are just hear to see someone." I whisper to mart. "right?"

Gator (GM): Where did you get a stack gun? The lion shouts from cover.

Martaues: "Yeah, but we gotta get the Enoch guy to him. The moment they hear we're lookin' for the serial killer guy, they'll start shootin' again."

Gator (GM): "there is no one here!" Shouts the lion.

Martaues: "Mothers allowance!" Martaues shouts to the lions, not interested in telling them where he got it.
"Other than you three?"
* Mart shouts to the lions.

Gator (GM): "The way is sealed! You risk only yourselves by being here.

Martaues: "Why do you panic at Enoch's name? We seek what's down there!"

Gator (GM): "He is a high level offender and your his accomplices! He doesn't get this back, you don't get it back!"

Martaues: "We're not getting anywhere here..." Mart whispers to Fred.

Fred Actaeon: "OK, so now what?"

Martaues: "... Hold on." Martaues whispers. "What has he done?" he yells to the lions.

Gator (GM): Article 74.b: This site is deemed to dangerous to Eo people's personal safety or societal progress." He says.

Martaues: "... What?"

Gator (GM): Enoch has been plundering this site and using it's facilities to extend his life and manipulate Eo citizens.
Short answer: this pit is off limits to you dirt suckers.
Says the lion.

Martaues: "So there is something here..." Martaues whispers to Fred.
"You do realize we're just the first comers, yes? The moment we're out, he just sends more. This place will be overrun."

Gator (GM): Yeah, that's why we covered the entrance with concrete and in afew days this whole area will be dozed over.

Martaues: "Do you really think that'll stop him? Some concrete or this place being bulldozed over? For a prize like that, just sealing the entrance will not work. All you've done is cause a slight delay."
"Bury your... life-extending facilities to the core of the planet. Send it off into space. Hide it in a volcano. It won't matter if it's something as important as that."

Gator (GM): Small forces more big rocks." We just have to hide it so you dingers find your next shiny bauble. Then we can deal with enoch.
"Also, ate you arguing that we should go back to shooting at you? Really?

Fred Actaeon: "Please don't be suggesting that" I whisper to Mart.

Martaues: "I have seen ships dig through rock like a knife through butter; you hiding it will do nothing. Other than destroying... whatever it is you got down there, pumps or vials of juice that extend life, you're not going to fully stop him. And no. I want to make a deal with you."

Gator (GM): "what's your deal?"

Martaues: "Enoch wants to visit this place himself. He wants confirmation from me that you and whoever else is here will not rebel. Hiding it does nothing. You want Enoch. I bring him here, he is yours. What I want in return is a friend to use what you have to extend life and regenerate their body."
"I am just a merc. Ties with him are nonexistent. You think an armed military force has a stack rifle and only sends two? ... But I bring him here, you can have him. But only if my friend can use your healin' crap."

Gator (GM): "I think he is referring to the site's keepers in that regard."
"We need more incentive! What can you give us to ensure you'll keep your end up?

Martaues: "What would you think would prove I'll keep my word to it?"

Gator (GM): "we want to hold your friends until you produce Enoch!"

Martaues: "And how will I have your word that you won't just off them?"
"Your laser gun. Give me one of them, and I will show it to Enoch. Proof that I 'killed' one of you."

Gator (GM): "yeah, sure!"

Martaues slowly walks out, finger away from the trigger. "OK... So we have an agreement."

Gator (GM): "Just do what you say. We have no issue killing the lot of you to protect this site."
They hand over the rifle.

Martaues carefully shoulders his rifle, watching the three for any sudden moves. "That is my worryin' here. But Enoch will be brought here. The friend I mentioned will be in a wheelchair."

Gator (GM): "right, we'll be waiting."
Fred, match, will you volunteer to be hostages?

Martaues carefully takes the laser rifle. "Now... Is it just you three here? OK... Here's how it can go. I'll bring him here, out in the open in the center there." Martaues says, pointing to the concrete-spot. "Tell him about that when I get there, he'll bring something to open it most likely. I'll tase him, and you do... whatever you want with him. I want confirmation that you will help my friend when I hand you Enoch."

Fred Actaeon: I was going to say yes,

Match: (I will.)

Gator (GM): We'll let you in the facility. That's all we'll do."
The retrieve match and bring him there.

Martaues: ( Leave to fetch Enoch? )

Gator (GM): We are really glossing over distances this time, huh?

Fred Actaeon: I'm going to need to unload groceries soon.

Martaues: ( Right right, let's hurry this up. )

Match: "DID you complete THE JOB? I Want to get out of this STUPID wheelchair as soon as possible!"

Gator (GM): You go back and meet Enoch.
He wants to know how are things.

Martaues finds the suit in the lobby. "They've been removed from the site." Opening up his backpack where the laser rifle was stored for him to see and showing the laser burns on his armor, Martaues says "Got me good here, but not again after that. Least I got somethin' new to sell later."

Martaues: "Problem though: they sealed the sewer entrance with concrete. We need something to break it or blast it open or something."

Gator (GM): "May I see the rifle?" He asks

Martaues hands him the rifle. "I assume you will provide the means to opening the path to help Match?"

Gator (GM): Yes, yes" he says.
Proceed back?

Fred Actaeon: BRB

Martaues: "... Somethin' up with the rifle? Was one of the two found there. The other was given' to my colleague. I think he's currently retrieving Match at the hotel."

Gator (GM): "it's just an old edition laser rifle. Logos manufacturers put the date on each major part. You don't usually see them they believe in recycling old equipment, you see."
"The tools we need are in my car. I'm ready to leave when you are.

Martaues: "OK. None of them replied kindly to your name. All of 'em just got more pissed the moment I yelled out Enoch."
( Yeah sorry, let's go )
( Just skeptical )
( Any response from him on this? )

Gator (GM): You arrive at the site again.
He just replied, "I have many detractors."

Martaues: ( Ok, good. )

Match Wheels back and forth, thinking that shit will go wrong again.

Martaues waves to his allies. "Good, good... 'fraid something would'a happened again. Anyway, the concrete spots over there." he says, pointing to the center.

Match: "CAN WE HURRY Up? I hate that EVERY time i look atmy body I see marks of FAILURE!"

Martaues: "Hey, hey man: It'll be OK." Martaues says, trying to calm Match.

Gator (GM): "Yes, of course. After you." He says.

Martaues: "Yeah." Martaues says, walking forward to the center. "So the serial killer guy... How'm I supposed to get Match hooked up with the healing stuff?"

Match: "It MAGIC mask I bet!"
"We take it and I WEAR it!"

Gator (GM): You hear Enoch power up the rifle! "Why not ask your friends?" He says as he points it at match and Fred!

Martaues: ( Fuck me, I thought I took it back from him )

Gator (GM): "you handed me a rifle without a spot of blood or damage, really?"
"And why would you come back for me if you could have taken your friend to the facility on your own? He is not in any shape to wait.."

Match was of course right about everything being wrong with his life.

Gator (GM): "Tell your friends to come out."

Martaues: ( Can always bullshit my way out, but I don't like the chances of any of you two being hit )

Match: "HOW WOULD WE GET TO HEALY WITHOUT YOU IF YOU HAVE BOOM BOOMS TO REACH IT!"
"AND WHY WOULD HI TECH SPESS MAN GUN BEING BROKEN BE A SIGN OF GOOD GUN, SPESS PEOPLE MAKE STRONG GUNS THAT ARE DURRABLE?"

Martaues: "Do you know what weapon I fuckin' use? A stack rifle. Thing has only 10 shots, and the best spot to use it is at someone's head. Flechette too. Thing's barely spurt blood outta them. And you thinkin' I would walk into a hospital with a blood stained gun?"

Fred Actaeon: Back.

Gator (GM): "I have a sledge hammer and three idiots. Much cheaper" he says with rifle aimed at match.

Martaues: ( Can I run in front of Match and attempt a tackle? )

Fred Actaeon: Where am I?

Martaues: ( Gun or not, I'll take his laser shot )

Gator (GM): Dnager time! If you make a move like that he'll fire.

Martaues: ( And hit me hopefully )
( I can take it )

Gator (GM): If your attack is below his, he'll hit match before you can intercept.

Martaues: ( Hm )

Fred Actaeon: (Where am I?)

Martaues: ( At the place with the houses. Brought Enoch, but he's suspicious )

Gator (GM): Next to match. Enoch has a gun at your group here. Match was irritating so the gun was pointed at him last.

Fred Actaeon: I shut his muzzle shut

Martaues: ( Can't run to get in the way of his line of fire to reduce chances of him hitting Match? )

Gator (GM): No, you can, but there is a risk of being too slow.
Try for it?

Martaues: ( Don't want to take an action the others wouldn't approve of )

Match: (Don't.)

Martaues: ( Recommendation? )

Gator (GM): That's the point of having a gun at your head.

Fred Actaeon: "Please bu quiet, Match."

Gator (GM): "I'm staying in cover, you three go to the coul be sac and break open the hatch." He points.

Fred Actaeon: "If this succedes, you'll be healed", I whisper/

Match: "We will fail, and ill go to hell." Match whisper.

Martaues: ( Surely purple lion has some sort of a view on us. Possibly something to rely on here )

Fred Actaeon: "Hang in there" is all I can say

Gator (GM): "And drop your guns." Enoch adds.

Martaues: ( Either we try to get him now, or play along and hope it works )

Gator (GM): (It's really up to purple lion if he likes you or not. Remember you did shoot that one.)

Martaues: ( Well? Move or attempt an interception? )

Gator (GM): Do you have any hidden weapons?

Martaues: ( A suit taser )

Martaues unshoulders his stack rifle and lets it drop to the ground.

Gator (GM): "Now go out there and get to work."

Martaues: ( If I roll to intercept, that's agility. What about tasing? Attack roll with no bonuses? )

Gator (GM): (purple lion also has a poor shot of the guy.)
It's melee, right?
So agility

Martaues: ( Ranged suit taser )

Gator (GM): Right, I guess we were rolling right then.
Unless you want to count targeting or energy weapons.

Martaues: ( So a tase roll would be without agility? )
( Doubtful )

Gator (GM): Oh yeah, those things fly where ever
So no targeting?
Well, straight roll then.

Martaues: ( Anyway. I'm risking it. Roll to intercept and tackle. That'd be an agility, right? I want to move in his line of sight so he has more of a chance to hit me than Match )

Gator (GM): Sure!
He will fire off reaction shot.

Martaues: rolling 1d100+35
(40)+35= 75

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+10
(44)+10= 54

Martaues: ( Any hits on anyone? )

Gator (GM): Well, you take the shot instead of match or Fred.
rolling 6d10+60
(5+6+8+7+6+2)+60= 94

Martaues: Thank god

Gator (GM): Fred! Do you take an action?

Martaues: ( Got 68 armor left but 250 health )
( So tackle successful? )

Gator (GM): Ah, yes.

Fred Actaeon: (When)

Gator (GM): Well Mart is tackiling, Enoch is firing, March is rolling in pity.

Martaues: ( Sorry, brb real quick )

Fred Actaeon: I'm wheeling Match to the lions

Gator (GM): Probably the smart thing.
Also we have to figure Mart's tackle damage.

Fred Actaeon: "Mart is fighting Enouch. Now is your chance!", I tell the lions.

Martaues: ( Back. What's the dice on that? )

Gator (GM): Well, it's 4d10.
I don't think this counts with your cybernetics, does it?

Martaues: ( I'm sorry? )

Gator (GM): Tackle, 2d10 per size class. Makes target go prone.

Martaues: ( I got one augmented arm and one non )

Gator (GM): So would a tackle benefit from the Cyber srm, I wondering.
What do you think, Fred?

Martaues: ( Back when I asked that with fighting Ryo you just said the dominant arm used, so I used the 7 strength bonus )

Match: (If he tackles on the side with it yeah.)

Gator (GM): (yeah, the super shoulder.)

Martaues: ( So 4d10+35 )

Fred Actaeon: "Come on, help him! All I have is a taser."

Gator (GM): Well, 8d10.

Martaues: ( Cool. )
rolling 8d10+35
(10+4+8+3+4+3+3+4)+35= 74
( Suck it nerd )

Gator (GM): You hear some one say "fine, fine" and they fire from a window.

Martaues: ( I snort cyber-steroids to play football )

Match "Get me into the HOUSE or BEHIND it! WERE fully EXPOSED!""

Gator (GM): It's a shot to his chest.

Martaues: ( Perform choke hold and try to choke him out? )

Gator (GM): Mart, he produces a knife!

Martaues: ( I eat pain )

Gator (GM): Roll to grab, he will strike.

Martaues: ( Ah and hey, so the laser shot to the armor. Any damage carried over after breaking it doesn't go into health, right? )

Gator (GM): Rightm

Martaues: ( Rad )
( Wait, if I roll to grab am I able to try to get the knife while in that hold too or do I have to do one or the other? )

Gator (GM): I guess both.
Grab knife?

Martaues: ( Might as well. )
rolling 1d100+35
(27)+35= 62

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+26
(15)+26= 41

Martaues: ( What's the +1 to 25? Ah whatever. )

Gator (GM): Whoops, still you got higher.

Martaues: ( Toss that knife away and start choking him out )

Gator (GM): Mistyped the 5
When you begin choking him he taps out and surrenders!
Make him a stress ball?

Martaues: ( Tapping out? Biiitch you tried to shoot my friend. Choke him until he goes unconscious )

Gator (GM): 30 awkward seconds later he is unconscious!

Fred Actaeon: When I see that mart is in control of the situation, I go over and suggest the cuffs.

Martaues: ( Awkward? I feel glorious throwing his sleeping ass to the lions like biblical times )

Match: (Then god steps in to make the loins like him just to spite match.)

Martaues: "Good... Good... Yeah, put them on 'im." Martaues says, adrenaline leaving his body as he stands up and breathes.
( Then we climb a ladder all the way to heaven to WWE wrestle an angel until he gives up and gives us what we want )

Fred Actaeon: I put him on. As. Tight. As. Possible.

Match: "Martaues I JUST don't know what to say..."

Martaues: "HERE HE IS. DO WITH HIM AS YOU FUCKIN' PLEASE!" Martaues yells

Gator (GM): The Lions appear.

Fred Actaeon: I turn my head, just in case his fate turned out to be Cruel and Unusual.

Gator (GM): Ah, well that makes alot of things easier. Sorry about not giving fire. We wanted to see if you were actually going to help Enoch or not."

Martaues: "It'll be OK man, it'll be OK. Now... About that regenerating thing... How can we get Match here healed?"

Match: "You are doing all of this stuff to help me, and we barely know each other, some guy care more about me than my family..."

Fred Actaeon: Family doesn't have to be blood related.

Gator (GM): He points to an off color patch in the street. Under that is a manhole cover, the pipe leads to the facility.

Martaues: "Yeah, man. Yeah... Don't worry about it none."
"So... How can I get the thing down there working?"
"I gave you Enoch. The least you can do is tell me how to heal Match."

Gator (GM): "There are people in there to help you, I imagine. I really don't know." The head man says as they drag Enoch away.

Martaues: ( Did Enoch bring me here in a car? )
( Asking where's the stuff to bust it open )

Gator (GM): (yeah.)

Martaues huffs. Running his fleshy hand through the top of his head, Martaues silently excuses himself to go to Enoch's car to look through it.

Gator (GM): You find a collection of shovels and hammers.
Guess he really was lnt kidding.

Martaues: ( Best get crackin'. Rolling strength to bust concrete with the hammer. )
rolling 1d100+35
(55)+35= 90

Match: "You guys want me to try to help?"

Gator (GM): That cracked some. Fred, will you help out?

Fred Actaeon: yes

Gator (GM): You to match!

Martaues: "... Yeah, sure man."

Match: rolling 1d100 + 40
(88)+40= 128

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100+25
(41)+25= 66
O_O How did...

Match Slams that hammer down like a mad man, wanting to get better right now.

Gator (GM): You chipped the road, bits fly!
You reveal the bronze hatch!

Martaues: "Hey, hey! Slow down, man. I know there's healin' stuff and all, but you don' wanna break your arms!"

Fred Actaeon: I try to open the hatch.

Match: "The goo or whatever will fix the arms too, right?"

Martaues: "Let's hope, buddy."

Gator (GM): You open the hatch with some effort.
Proceed?

Fred Actaeon: Yes

Martaues: ( Need something to lower Match down there )
( But yeah, if we can gloss over that, let's move on )

Gator (GM): You toss him down the hole.

Fred Actaeon: And I catch him.

Match: "This looks NOTHING like any of the sewers ive been in!"

Martaues: "... Heavens, this place is awful..."

Gator (GM): Inside you find caverns made of sinowy tissue with mucus costing everything!
Okay, well pause here

Martaues: "Eugh... Try not to touch anything. Fred, you good with holdin' Match or should I? Could probably get the wheelchair, toss it down here..."

Gator (GM): You have entered

The Bio Facility

Match: (Yeah, we can end it here.)

Gator (GM): I think we should hold the xp until next session.
Sound good?

Fred Actaeon: Yeah.
good night

Martaues: Cool
Good having you here Edward

Fred Actaeon: Thank you. Bye

Martaues: Hope you all have a good rest of the weekend and a Happy New Year
Guess I'll be seeing you, uh

Gator (GM): Yeah, see you guys next week!

Martaues: NEXT YEAR

Match: Happy new year.

Martaues: :^)