Uplift RPG Session #49

when we last met our heroes they indulged deeply in the regeneration abilities of these machines in this creature only suddenly to encounter a man they just left, only this time he has become more bleary-eyed and aggressive!
Gator (GM): Roll intiative!
Fred Actaeon: d100 plus what?

Axl Greez: rolling 1d100+20+25+40
(98)+20+25+40= 183
( You know all this time I forgot the fox speed gave +20 to initiative )

Match: rolling 1d100 + 35
(85)+35= 120

Gator (GM): (mind

Match: (Was mind plus level bonus.)

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(25)+30= 55

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100+30
(44)+30= 74

Gator (GM): You know deers can reroll their intiaitve

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100+30
(95)+30= 125

Gator (GM): Okay!
Fox first!

Martaues starts incomprehensibly yelling out swears and aims the stack rifle, then shoots!

Martaues: ( As for where to hit, torso for now. Too far away to get a good head hit. )
rolling 1d100+20
(90)+20= 110
( Or I can make a great roll and pick anywhere but his head, kay )

Gator (GM): Well, a hit is a hit is a hit.

Martaues: rolling 8d10+80
(4+9+8+1+10+10+7+3)+80= 132
( 1 action left. Going to make a run for the nearest cover. )

Gator (GM): With a super sonic thoom you land a hit to his chest, he is kneeling from the shot!

Martaues: ( Wherever that is )

Gator (GM): Barrels or the snake thing.

Martaues: ( Barrels? )

Gator (GM): The tube red things.

Martaues: ( Got it. Wasn't sure if I was on a bridge or not. )

Gator (GM): Well, it's in shallow water but it's not deep
End turn?

Martaues: ( Yeah )

Gator (GM): Ready freddy

Fred Actaeon follows Mart

Martaues stumbles into the water and behind the red contraption, his legs nearly giving out as he makes the dash for cover.

Gator (GM): ( https://drive.google.com/file/d/1NWlHSC2fwD2UF6wV4hJFhTpk800U521J/view?usp=drivesdk )
(yeah yeah, it's dated George)

Fred Actaeon: You spelled my last name wrong.

Gator (GM): Yeah, it's dated. I fixed it in the current version
Focus! Actions?

Fred Actaeon: Hide

Match: "Fred shoot the bad cowboy!"

Gator (GM): Matches turn?

Fred Actaeon: "I don't have a gun!"

Martaues: ( I found a bunch in the sewers. They might have some bullets in them )

Match Inhales and then screams as he charges at the cowboy with the ax and starts swinging at him.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(40)+45= 85
rolling 1d100 + 45
(67)+45= 112
rolling 1d100 + 45
(89)+45= 134

Gator (GM): I don't know if you can move that far in one action but okay.

Match: (axes are polearms right.)

Gator (GM): Sure.
Never really thought of it that way

Match: (Then yeah, got 1 more attack actoin with the ploe arm bonus)

Martaues: ( Spears are just knives on a longer handle )

Match: rolling 5d10 + 45
(1+4+6+5+3)+45= 64
rolling 5d10 + 45
(7+10+10+7+6)+45= 85
rolling 5d10 + 45
(2+3+10+3+1)+45= 64
"DIE DIE DIE YOU NO HARM HOT FOX!"

Gator (GM): That's a name that will stick.
In fury you use your restored skin and limbs for violence.
The cowboy collapses under your oddly ohrased assault.

Martaues: ( He dead boi or just collapsed? )

Match strips him of his clothing and puts it on.

Gator (GM): Dead
You are covered in ancient rags and petrified leather

Match: "Martaues you okay HOT stuff?"

Martaues shakily steps out from cover, still trying to get used to his new legs. On seeing Match strip the cowboy, he says "Aw c'mon, you don't know where that's been... And what did you scream?"

Match: "Um, nothing."

Martaues: "Y-yeah. I'm good, man. All good. Just-shit, trying to get used... to walking... You both OK?"

Match Searches his new pockets.

Martaues: ( How's the robo? )

Match: "I haven't felt this good in a long time!"

Gator (GM): (ah dang it, didn't think you'd search him.)

Martaues smiles. "Glad to see you're doin' better."

Fred Actaeon: "I'm fine. I got to rid of my cast early"

Martaues: "Good man, good... Sorry I dragged you through this mess..."

Gator (GM): The robot has been shot in the eyes. You can't tell if she is dead or unconscious

Martaues: ( Well Mart aint a technician, so that's someone elses' problem unfortunately. )

Gator (GM): Maus, you find two speed loaders for the revolver and a piece of cloth

Fred Actaeon: "These things have lived for hundreds of years. A simple gunshot shouldn't be enough to get rid of them"

Match: "Hello miss Robot Lady, you okay?"

Martaues: ( "A piece of cloth" Don't smell it. Or do if you wanna get wasted. )

Match starts poking her with the handle end of the ax.

Martaues: ( Don't know when ether was invented in this world )

Gator (GM): There is no response from her

Martaues: "Maybe... It needs a reboot or somethin'?"
"Like a computer?"

Match: "Fred! You smart deer, put her in the healing water!"

Gator (GM): You hear a grunt!
From behind you!

Fred Actaeon: "No... It can't be!"

Martaues: "You gotta be pissin' on my shoes right now!"

Match: (Well I did take all of his stuff and he should be cut in half.)

Gator (GM): Eustues is back on his feet, gun ready!

Martaues: ( What gun? )
( Didn't Match take it? )

Match: (Wait, for got about the gun.)

Gator (GM): The gun match never said he took

Martaues: ( Ruh roh )
( But he is naked )
( So that's a lower DC )

Gator (GM): He has his briefs!

Match: (no.)

Martaues: ( At this point I wouldn't be surprised if- Yeah, he did. )

Gator (GM): We don't run that kind of campaign!

Martaues: ( So we restart initiative or continue where we left off? )

Gator (GM): Yep.
And it's his turn.

Martaues: "EVERYBODY MOVE!" Martaues shouts

Match: (At best he on;y has 5 outa 6 rounds in his gun)

Martaues: ( At this point I lost track )

Match: (Unless he stored ammo in his britches)

Gator (GM): He fires! Shooting for marteus kneecap
rolling 1d100+60
(21)+60= 81

Martaues: ( A sharp breeze would knock me off my feet, so whatev )

Gator (GM): rolling 3d10+30
(3+1+3)+30= 37
This is an aimed critical shot so that's 74 to the leg of your choice

Fred Actaeon: "HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TELL YOU? WE ARE NOT! FROM! LOGOS!"

Martaues: "AAAAAH!" Martaues screams as a bullet tears through his right knee.
( Is Mart still standing? )

Gator (GM): "Never, take, from... Me!" He says with a gurgle
Okay, your turn Marty!

Martaues: ( Is he still standing or is he knocked down a peg? )

Gator (GM): ( he's standing!)

Martaues: ( Rad )

Martaues rapid fires his weapon into the cowboy!

Martaues: ( Aiming for chest, got 9 flachettes left, bonus to damage )
( yee )
rolling 1d100
(54)= 54

Gator (GM): That's roughly a hit

Martaues: ( Now please excuse my forgetfulness, but what's the damage bonus on shooting 90% of a magazine for a 8d10+80 weapon? )

Gator (GM): +270. I can't think suddenly.

Martaues: ( Wew )
rolling 8d10+80+270
(3+4+10+7+3+3+4+6)+80+270= 390

Gator (GM): Well it's plus 10 per shot, 4x10, x9
Yeah, he dropped

Martaues is fueled with rage, emptying his weapon into the ancient gunman's chest with thunderous thooms of the gun.

Martaues: ( Maaan, I don't trust it )
( I would hold back on it, but Mart's MP is at a 20 )

Match Runs over and cuts his head off and takes his gun.

Martaues: ( Aw thanks mang )

Gator (GM): (also your leg has ~30 hp.

Match: Indinguishable screaming.

Gator (GM): The head does not come off!

Match: "WHAT!"

Martaues huffs. As he reloads his weapon, Mart begins to ask Match for something until he sees him run up ahead.

Match starts hacking at the limbs then, to turn him into a living mat.

Match: "YOU HURT MARTAUES!"

Martaues: "What? Is it not coming off? Put some muscle into it! Who knows if statue man decides to get back up?"

Gator (GM): Despite you psychopathy you can severe his spine! Limbs neither

Match: Screams
"DEER GET CUFFS!"

Fred Actaeon: "Oh, RIght!"

Match continues hacking down on him until Fred approaches.

Gator (GM): Suddenly.

Fred Actaeon: (UGH!)

Gator (GM): The corpse swivels and fires three rounds into Matches chest!

Fred Actaeon: He took the gun

Martaues: ( He did declare that. )

Gator (GM): Well, did declare it.

Match: (Yeah.)

Gator (GM): The corpse kicks match right in his reproductive organs.
Hard
rolling 1d100+25
(57)+25= 82
Take the hit?

Match: (No, Imma dodge.)

Fred Actaeon: I Cuff him or Zip him.

Martaues: "Aw, fuck! Match!" Martaues yells, hobbling over to the group weapon ready.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(3)+45= 48
...

Gator (GM): rolling 2d10+25
(4+2)+25= 31
You take 61 damage to the torso area
You know the slow pain!
Match!
He is resisting being cuffed
Roll melee!

Gator (GM): Ah shoot

Match Makes the room filled with screams of vulgur language.

Match: (wat?)

Gator (GM): Be back in a minute here.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(60)+45= 105

Martaues: ( We need to find a deep crevice to throw him in )
( Like a cliff or something )

Match: (Yeah)

Martaues: ( If it can make people immortal, it can probably do the reverse )
( Probably have to do it backwards or something, like throw them up a cliff to reverse it. )

Match: (Just shoot him into the sun)

Martaues: ( Can probably do that )
( I dunno, you down for that Fred? )
( Because I think this is the serial killer the politician was talking about )

Match: (Or just bury him alive in a abandon mine.)

Martaues: ( That leaves a chance of him escaping though. Plus considering it's a space age and all, it's probably cheaper to rocket his ass into the sun. )

Match: (Yeah.)

Gator (GM): (like inside of an ageless worm that migrates through the dirt?

Match: (Sure.)

Gator (GM): Okay I'm back.
Fred!

Fred Actaeon: Yes?

Gator (GM): You were trying to cuff the guy?

Fred Actaeon: yes

Gator (GM): Make a melee roll, he is resisting so he too will roll

Fred Actaeon: Melee is...

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(15)+25= 40
1d100+ agi

Fred Actaeon: rolling 1d100+40
(64)+40= 104

Gator (GM): You lasso his hands. The break in Match's assault allows you to see his rapid regeneration in action.

Fred Actaeon: "So what do we do with him?"

Gator (GM): He appears to regenrate from... Gold stuff. You will need a skill roll for more information.

Martaues: ( What, like medical? )

Fred Actaeon: science?

Gator (GM): ( lots of skills are useful here. Medical would be a good one.)

Martaues: "I tell you what we do with him: We keep him tied up, we rent a ship, and we send him out to crash in the nearest star!"

Match: (Fringe science.)

Gator (GM): (fringe science.)

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100+30+10
(81)+30+10= 121

Martaues: ( I got a 3 in science. Regular science though )

Match Nods to the idea while still screaming in pain.

Gator (GM): Was that a science roll?

Fred Actaeon: 1 in regular science

Gator (GM): Well, it's a good roll though: it appears he has some sort of implant lining his body, when you Violently destroy bits of him it appears to replace the dmagaed tissue.

Match: "You'll PAY for hurting Mart!"

Gator (GM): He is trying to get to his feet, will you let him Fred?

Fred Actaeon: "Forget it Match. He'll just regenerate.

Martaues: "Forget that, you OK? Dammit!" Martaues grunts.

Fred Actaeon: I hold him down.

Martaues: ( So I got a -37 on my leg? )

Match Holds down the cowboys leg to help with cuffing.

Gator (GM): "I'm sorry, I can't hear you." He says to Fred.

Martaues: ( I can probably take another dunk in the vat while he's restrained, but I don't know how long it'll be. )

Gator (GM): (yep, lead slug right in the joint.)

Fred Actaeon: "We are Eo citizens."

Match: (brb)

Gator (GM): (carwash effect, only with your legs.)
"what? Speak up, my heating is shot.

Martaues: "You both got him under control? I'm going to... see if I can get my leg fixed again..."

Fred Actaeon: "Mart, either he's playing with me or he's now deaf."

Gator (GM): "what?! He says
"say it in my good ear!" He says

Martaues: "Don't see how it matters now, we will be dumping him into a star. You down for that or should we just dump him someplace?"
*someplace else

Fred Actaeon: "We should think about getting out."

Match: "Shoot him in space! Or donate him to a scientist!"

Gator (GM): "I can help you get out." He says loudly

Fred Actaeon: "I thought you couldn't hear us."

Match: "You kicked me IN THE DICK! Why should we trust you!"

Martaues: "We know the way out!" Martaues shouts as he hobbles to the robot.
( I got a 2 in electronics. Gonna see if I can something happening here, or at least see if it's functional )
rolling 1d100+20+25
(88)+20+25= 133

Match Sniffs at the cowboy.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(2)+15= 17

Gator (GM): You cant smell jack.
You hit me with an ax, several times." He says.

Martaues: "And you shot at us!" Martaues shouts

Match: "But not IN THE DICK!"

Gator (GM): "Listen, I get alittle screwy sometimes. I can't help it.

Fred Actaeon: (what about that electronics roll?)

Gator (GM): That's right.
Your electronics yield not much new information except that it is very advanced.

Martaues: ( No way to see if there's a way to reboot or activate it then? )

Gator (GM): Oh you mean servitor?

Match: (I forget, what were we suppose to do for them fixing us up, destroying concreate?)

Martaues: ( Something like that. I say forget that nonsense. They asked, not demanded. )
( And yeah, the female robot that ripped the augments out )

Gator (GM): No, it looks like she had an organic head. She is probably dead.
Probably

Martaues: "... Huh."
( Can I dunk her in one of the tubes? )

Gator (GM): Sure

Martaues drags the robot(?) to one of the vats and puts her in it. Unsure how it works, he tries to figure it out.

Gator (GM): You throw her in the tube. Her limbs unravel into snake like appendages and worm about the machine. It closes, opens, and she's alive as her crawly bits recompose
Apparently she is needed to operate the machines, you deduce from your electronics knowledge

Martaues: ( So... She's alive now? )

Gator (GM): (she's live. I'm just blanking on what she would say.)
"Thank you for restoring me." She says.

Martaues: "OK... Huh... Hey, what's the cowboy's deal and how do we deal with him?"

Match Is still holding down the cowboy.

Match: "By cowboy he means the person in his underwear since I took cowboy clothing."

Gator (GM): "Master Euteus was given regenerative armor. An unforseen side affect causes lapses in mental stability. When he was returned to us we deemed it best for him to remain here until he could be treated or removed from the armor.
Bound and held down, the cowboy can only speak.

Martaues: "Alright, so how do you hold him? Because we don't want to deal with him any longer."

Gator (GM): "We held him in a mineral vestibule for a week until he was petrified."

Martaues: "OK, great. So how do you petrify him again? Because we found him upstairs and one small bone knocked him out."

Gator (GM): "You find a gestric abasis." She says

Martaues: "Right. And that was the thing he was previously found in? We just toss him in?"

Gator (GM): "you have to hold him still until he is encased."

Match: "Wont our arms get incased with the thing Misses Robot?"

Martaues: "And what if one of us get encased?"
"Actually... Hey Fred! You got another pair of cuffs?"

Fred Actaeon: A zip line.

Martaues: "Can you figure out a way to tie his legs?"

Gator (GM): "Well, yes, unless your arms are detachable I suppose it would be hazardous. Not to mention near impossible for most."

Match: (I thought we allready tied his legs?)

Gator (GM): "I appreciate your willingness to assist, but he is our charge. We can take care of the him."
(yeah, he is leg and arm tied at this point.

Martaues: "Oh thank heavens. Yeah, he's over there."

Match: "Then thank you Miss Robot!"

Martaues: "And... Can I get back in again? He shot my kneecap."

Gator (GM): The cowboy whistles to get your attention
Yes, please get in the tube.
It is unusual for an uplift to be injured this quickly after being restored she says back handedly.
"I got a counter offer." The cowboy says.

Match: "Miss Robot he injured my groin, can I get in too?"
(brb.)

Martaues: "Well it's more unusual having a cowboy petrified in stone shooting my knees out!"
"What?!"

Gator (GM): "By the mother of invention you..." She opens the tube again.
The cowboy shouts," I got a treasure, I recon you folk still use money. Get me out and I'll tell you where it is."

Martaues: "I'm not about to make a business offer from a guy stuck in a pit for several centuries talkin' about treasure that may or may not even be there anymore." Martaues yells before getting into the tube.

Gator (GM): "Cowboy's honor, you mean I didn't become a legend?"

Fred Actaeon: "Never heard of you"

Match: "We don't even know your name!"

Martaues: "I aint ever heard of you!" Martaues yells. "Turn it on, please." he mentions to the robot.

Gator (GM): You are restored. The lady warns that there could be side effects if you get tubed again.
I had a map on me" the man says

Match: "Got it nice Robot Lady."

Martaues: "Phew... Now the bullet did get out of my knee, right? Or is it still knocking around in there? I hope not. And what side effects?"

Gator (GM): She looks at you plainly and says she doesn't know. No one has been regenerated this often... Except Eustues, she points to the cowboy.

Martaues: "Yeah... Good enough of a reason then. And wait, what do you mean this often? What about that politician guy? Didn't he drop by here a lot?"

Gator (GM): "I'm afraid I don't know any political guy."
(you mean Enoch?)

Martaues: ( Yeah. )
( Don't even know the guys species )

Gator (GM): Genetic human.

Martaues: "Human guy, called himself Enoch."

Gator (GM): (he's not white, he's clear"-bill Murray)
She thinks.
Master Enoch came consistently every fifty years. He was usually accompanied by master Eustues. In the last ten, he ordered the regeneration tubes put directly Bellow the entrance orofice and us not to talk to any incoming patients.

Martaues: "So what made you ignore that order then?"

Match: "Aren't we Paitence?"

Martaues: "I'm certainly losing mine."

Gator (GM): A lapse in contact for six months made us decide to move equipment back to it's original position.

Martaues: "Right. Anyway, so we're good here? You deal with the insane cowboy and we go on our way?"

Gator (GM): "Correct. We would ask you to remove the barriers around the facility to regain movement."
She goes about her routine.

Martaues: "Right, problem with that: We don't have anything to deal with that. Don't know anything that could deal with that, except maybe explosives or something. Not even sure what benefit it'd be for us."

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(77)+15= 92

Gator (GM): Match sniffs the cloth, wool. Afew hundred years old. Appears to have drawings and an X on it.

Match gags and coughs

Match: "I thought Pirates had treasure maps not cowboys!"

Gator (GM): The woman gives you a glare that could freeze hell. "You are not obligated to help, that is fine." She goes about her routine, deliberately ignoring you now.
"all kinds of outlaws have treasure. It's a rule."

Match gets up off the cowboy when the robot approaches to deal with him.

Gator (GM): "what, you going to trust a bank?"

Martaues: "Yeah, fine. Don't bother using your ultra powerful technology to figure a way out. Or to tell us what to do. Or better yet, what we even get out of it."

Martaues approaches Match. "Right, all's good then... Real glad you're doing much better now. Fred, you ready to go?"

Gator (GM): She huffs. Still ignoring both you and match.

Fred Actaeon: Yes

Gator (GM): Proceed straight out of the beast or is there anything else you want to check out?

Fred Actaeon: No

Match Looks at the X map.

Martaues: ( I'm good. Sorry I dominated most of that conversation there Gav and Ed. )

Match: (its fine man.

Martaues: ( Map say anything? )

Gator (GM): It is a very old map.
You will need a perception roll to read anything descirnabke
*discernable

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(26)+15= 41

Match fumbles with the maps, turning and spinning it.

Match: "This map sucks, this is why pirates have maps only!"

Match hands to Mart

Gator (GM): The X looks like it's in a cave. You make out RHY------- on the map.

Martaues: "Fred, you said you had a... knowledge in history, right?"

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100+30+10
(100)+30+10= 140
O_O

Match: Wew

Martaues: rolling d100
(38)= 38

Fred Actaeon: I rolled history

Martaues: ( Just making sure that was right. I remember some people fluking it before )

Gator (GM): Mart, you suck!

Martaues: ( Well you remember when other people thought they got a 100 and they rolled wrong )
( But no, he got it )

Martaues hands the parchment to Fred.

Gator (GM): Fred, you believe it's reffering to Rhyolite, a small city near Bergin.
It was around when you imagine Eustues was and you do recall some old gunslinger legends from that era.

Match: "What does the map say Fred?"

Fred Actaeon explains.

Martaues: "What... was your profession before joining us, Fred?"

Fred Actaeon: Gymist.

Martaues: "Library receptionist? History professor?"
"Ah."

Gator (GM): (he gymnist, but he did his homework in school!)

Martaues: "Well huh. Damn fine job, friend. Wanna go check it out?"

Match: "You made the wrong career choice fred, you more smart then stretchy."

Fred Actaeon: "I don't see why not. The lands are going to be different though..."

Martaues: "Just gotta start from step one then."

Match picks up the picks and hammers they used to dig into the healing facility.

Match: "We need these for rigging at the gaint X"

Gator (GM): You got (tools)

Martaues: "Alright then, let's head out then."

Gator (GM): Alright. Things are getting busy on my end so I'm going to wrap up alittle early, if you guys are okay with that.

Match: Yeah.

Martaues: Sounds good to me.

Gator (GM): Oh, I forgot.

Martaues: Sorry for not being cooperative with the concrete thing, but there wasn't a whole lot to be done and I really, really don't like the idea of a moving, living creature that's potentially immortal.

Gator (GM): The cowboy swore at you as you left and has cursed each one of you.

Martaues: Well that's dandy

Gator (GM): He was very upset.

Martaues: Guess we didn't hear his magic words as we left the room.

Match: Magic isn't real anyway.

Gator (GM): Anyway, 30xp for this sess