Uplift RPG Session #33.2 (Ramiel Personal Quest)

We begin!

The bustling streets of serborgia jingle with sounds of people going about their very interesting lives. Wine and fine foods (If overpriced) fill the air.

Gator (GM): (Jee is meeting the crew here, right?

Ramiel: (( It is assumed I think. ))

Axl Greez: ( Sure. )

Fried Silver: (Yee.)

Gator (GM): Next decision: Is your character strong fast or smart?
Oop.

Axl Greez: ( 's good )

Gator (GM): Jee returns to civilization of Eo, although the air is warm and fresh like her home planet, it was lacking her two metal-headed comrades: Ramiel and Fried.
They spotted you!

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhhey. I'm b-b-back."

Ramiel groans, "Any reason you wanted us to pick you up here Jee?"

Jee-Still Waki: ( Ah yeah, still at -49 MP out of 130. Got stuttering. Thought y'all should know. )
"It w-was the ch-cheapest flight b-back."
"The other p-places were t-too high."

Fried Silver: "So how did the Family reunion go Jee?"

Ramiel: "Mmhmm... Well how was your vision quest?"

Jee-Still Waki: "G-good. The one l-leading the mercenaries is d-d-dead. The others are g-gone."
"No one else w-will get hurt n-n-now."

Ramiel: "What's up with that stutter, you got a cold?"

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... J-j-just a b-bit uneasy. It's f-f-fine."

Ramiel: "Uh-huh... Silver, get Jee an electric blanket when possible, can't have sick crew."

Jee-Still Waki: "I'm n-not cold. It is f-fine."

Fried Silver: "Sure thing Sir Ramiel, And I can make some soup for ya Jee."

Gator (GM): (She found out the hard way why we use keyboards.
bzzz bzzzz goes Ramiel's phone.

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhhh... F-fine. N-n-no roots in the s-soup. Last b-brew I h-had was t-t-t... Bad."

Ramiel flippantly spins around, "Alright, well I'd like to head back to the ship."

Ramiel answers the call

Gator (GM): You answer.
We are running Spector of Fate!

Jee-Still Waki: ( You suddenly cut to a codec call )

Gator (GM): Ramiel!
You must roll!

Ramiel: (( Hey, that's a pretty cool silhoouette

Gator (GM): 2d4!

Ramiel: (( shit
rolling 2d4
(1+4)= 5

Jee-Still Waki: ( With YHWH )
( Joking aside, that is kinda neat. )

Ramiel: (( I like how that head looks like it can be forward facing or a profile ))

Fried Silver: "Well... what do you want in your soup then Miss Jee?"

Gator (GM): Decided!

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... G-good th-th-things... Meat... No r-roots."

Gator (GM): ((True, I used to toy around with vector art.))
You regain +1 MH for soup!
Ramiel!

Jee-Still Waki: ( 1 MP )
( Worth )

Gator (GM): You answered your phone: It's a suit from the Space Union.
You are told that your name came up in The Draw.

Ramiel: The Draw?

Gator (GM): The space union has randomly chosen you to be tested to prove that your skills are up to par.
Suspicsiously, you have never heard of it before.

Ramiel: "May I ask the point of this?"

Gator (GM): You receive a long and rehearsed diatribe about how space pilots are a fraternity. And how these hollowed traditions have existed since the Union's founding!
To be chosen for the draw is a chance to prove yourself and gain acceptance into the inner circle of the union, the rep says.

Ramiel: "What's in it for me if i don't care too much for the rep?"

Gator (GM): Ever hear of a light-hugger? The rep asks
The Rep has a kind of a Pat thing going. You can't tell if it's a man or a wo-man

Ramiel: (( Can i make an intelligence check to remember? ))

Gator (GM): No, every pilot knows.
A light-hugger is a theorhetical ship that pushes the relativity boundery.
(RIP for my spelling.)

Jee-Still Waki: ( In laymans terms, make ship go fast? )
( *ship go fast? )

Gator (GM): That's the thing: As you reach the speed of light time decrease, matter warps, all sorts of things.
Most importantly apparently your aging slows.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Huh. )

Ramiel expresses some disbelief, "You expect me to believe you guys have a Light-Hugger?"

Gator (GM): The rep continues, "Proving yourself in the Draw will have you eligible for these bleeding edge missions. It'll be far more lucrative than pushing boxes from planet to planet."

Ramiel: "Interesting proposal now... fine, give me some coordinates."

Gator (GM): "So what will it be? Step up in the Union or get used to pushing fertilizer to make your fuel costs?"
(Oop, lag.)
You are given a set of coordinates.

Ramiel is somewhat concerned they know about his recent shipments

Ramiel adresses Jee and Silver, "To the ship, now."

Fried Silver: "Sure thing Sir Ramiel."

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhh... OK."
"Is it an-n-nother job?"

Ramiel: "For me, yes."

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh? W-what, no j-j-job for us?"

Ramiel: "Can you fly a starship?"

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... W-w-with time."

Fried Silver: "What is the objective of the job Sir Ramiel?"

Ramiel: "Well I've been requested to participate in some game for Pilots by the Majestic 12 or something... point is, there's money in it and possibly a priceless ship."

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhh... OK. L-let's go then."

Ramiel: (( GM, we leave to go to the ship. ))

Gator (GM): You depart!
Fate time again!
Anyone! Roll 1d4!

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d4
(3)= 3

Fried Silver: rolling 1d4
(3)= 3

Gator (GM): Nothing happens!
You approach the coordinates. Nothing happens
Actually, that is odd... no heat, no radio, not even radiation.

Ramiel: "Odd... Jee get me a scan of the area."

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhh... O-OK."
rolling 1d100+10+10
(7)+10+10= 27
( I got a skill in scanning, right? And the eyes add to that? )

Fried Silver: "So Sir Ramiel, is this some kind of race, space combat or something else?"

Jee-Still Waki: ( Hell, if mind does, then that's a +50 too. Can't remember, been a long while. Anyway, bad roll. )

Ramiel: "Iunno."

Gator (GM): Just then, a rumble rocks the ship!

Fried Silver: (I thought we got 3 skills points to use on spaceship skills.)

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh! R-Ramiel! S-something's wrong!"
( We did? )

Ramiel: "No shit Jee. I don't see anything from the cockpit though"

Gator (GM): You hear a gut wrenching screech outside the ship wall! Something is trying to get in!
(Sorry, I put you guys on this map when I was working on a different one.)

Ramiel: "DAMMIT"

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh! HHHH! S-something's r-ripping through!"

Ramiel pulls evasive maneuvers, trying to shake the thing off with changes in momentum

Jee-Still Waki hurries to place her space suit on.

Ramiel: "Silver! Get those bots online and helping us!"
((should I roll for those evasive maneuvers? ))

Gator (GM): Youre the pilot!

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30+30
(72)+30+30= 132

Fried Silver Turns on the droids, hoping that the software changes Jee made on them work.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Head's are repaired on them too. )

Gator (GM): Everyone!
Jee-Still Waki: ( A bit shoddy on one of them, but, ya know. )
( Plastic. )

Ramiel: ??

Gator (GM): (Bobbles and dobble are online!
Sorry, coordinating.
Ramiel!
You careen the ship trying to dodge whatever might be hitting your ship
Roll perception!

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+35
(14)+35= 49

Gator (GM): Sure.

You exit your roll and feel a slight shake. Either a half ton of cargo just jumped in the cargo or something slapped the Portside of the ship hard.
rolling 1d10
(9)= 9
Yep.
Horror!

Ramiel: "Silver, get those robots ready for a spacewalk, I can't see our bogeys!"
rolling 1d100+10+10
(87)+10+10= 107

Gator (GM): The port wall actually distorts with a deafing sound of metal being rended!
You find them. Just outside your camera range.

Fried Silver: "Sir Bobbles and Dobble, please follow me."

Gator (GM): (Let me blow up the ship for better use here...)

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh! R-Ramiel! There are m-more crab m-men!"

Ramiel: "I want these things annihilated Silver!"

Fried Silver: "Jee can you spare a gun for Bobbles and Dobble?"

Ramiel: "make sure those robots can magnetize to the ship!"
(( don't they have built in weapons? ))

Jee-Still Waki: ( Yeah, don't they? )

Gator (GM): ((It was never established.))
((But sure, let's say they have lasers: 2d10+20

Fried Silver Checks Bobble & Dobble for magnetizers

Gator (GM): Sure they have them.
Remember they are not combat droids: They can barely manage holding a tray of drinks.

Fried Silver Puts on a ZGM and heads out.

Fried Silver: "Just make sure not to shoot at them while I'm near them Sir Ramiel."

Ramiel attempts to shake off some crab people

Gator (GM): Basically, roll to evade and they will roll to keep grip

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30+30
(66)+30+30= 126

Gator (GM): Do you want to warn the crew before you throw them like a Mr.Bucket?

Ramiel: They have mag boots right?
I would still say, "evasive maneuvers "
GM?

Gator (GM): I'm allive
Just double checking equipment
rolling 1d100+100
(74)+100= 174

Jee-Still Waki: ( Hm. That sucks. )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(7)+30= 37
The humanoids can't take the G's and spiral out!

Ramiel: (( I should not that I'm not trying to stay in play with these either. I don't want to give them a chance to get back on. ))
*should note

Fried Silver: "Sir Ramiel am I still heading to handle the crabs?"

Ramiel: "Yeas, we have big ones on the hull, keep your distance but keep the heat on them."

Jee-Still Waki: ( Anything you want me to do? )

Gator (GM): For now the crabs are steadying themselves for their next strike,
(I'm assuming the bot squad made it outside by now.

Fried Silver: "Okay sir Dobbles & Bobbles, air for their claws and blast them off, once they're disarmed head back to the hatch, okay?"

Gator (GM): The blink lights in acknoledgement.
They aim for the starboard crab.
rolling 1d100
(77)= 77
rolling 1d100
(16)= 16

Fried Silver: (I don't think I have mag boots, but I'll just take the ZGM off the ship.)

Gator (GM): rolling 4d10+40
(4+1+1+7)+40= 53
Okay. ZGM is a skill, you mean a space suit?

Fried Silver: (Well I forget what its called, its just used for space movement.)

Fried Silver Opens fire with both guns on the crabs arm.

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 30
(60)+30= 90
rolling 1d100 + 30
(55)+30= 85

Fried Silver: rolling 4d10 + 10
(4+2+4+1)+10= 21
rolling 4d10 + 10
(1+6+9+10)+10= 36
(Also they're slag so on fire.)

Gator (GM): (Techincally, scorched by hot metal.)
You barrage the crab's arm blocking bits of black shell off it!
Despite visible damage you see that the creature's arm remains functional!
rolling 2d10
(1+3)= 4
Now it's up to Jee before we begin crabfest: 2020

Jee-Still Waki: ( Huh? )
( What, I scan them to death? )
( GM? )

Gator (GM): No, technically speaking.

Jee-Still Waki: ( I can man one of the lasers and attempt a shot at one of the crabs, I suppose. )
( That alright? )

Gator (GM): (Yeah, sure. If you wanna
(I mean, they are only the size of tanks and just took a barrage of arms fire on the chin.)\

Jee-Still Waki: ( Manning the turret closest to me and firing at the closest crab. Least chance of blasting one of ours. )
rolling 1d100
(32)= 32
( I have no clue what adds to turret firing aside from skills. )

Gator (GM): (Just skill)
(This is danger range so +20
So hit. Roll 1d10

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d10
(4)= 4

The turret spins and a flash of light bathes the crab in searing heat.

Gator (GM): Roll initiative
Bah, forget it.
Round robin rules!

Gaven C.: rolling 1d100 + 70
(83)+70= 153

Gator (GM): Well start with the robot then work left.

Gaven C. Fried continues to barrage the crab with as much bullets as he can!

Gaven C.: rolling 1d100 + 30
(11)+30= 41
rolling 1d100 + 30
(92)+30= 122

Gator (GM): That's a afew hits

RC-1140 "Fixer": rolling 4d10 + 110
(3+3+9+9)+110= 134

Fried Silver: (misclicked character.)

Gator (GM): Oh, I was about to be confused!
You fire into the crab chipping away at his frame.
Move on to space jock?
Space Jock!

Fried Silver Moves back from the crab

Fried Silver: (end turn.)

Gator (GM): Yes, that is a wise choice as by now the crab is thoroughly angry
Ramiel!
You have three crew on the hull fighting crabs the size of monster trucks.

Ramiel: (( It is assumed, my ship is still moving right? ))

Gator (GM): Faster than a bullet

Ramiel: (( so those man sized crabs should be out of reach? ))
((like, way out of reach? ))

Gator (GM): Probably
Youre alittle distracted right now to wonder about them.

Ramiel: alright, I want to try and shoot at the other crab then
rolling 1d100+30
(3)+30= 33
+20

Gator (GM): Yep
Hit

Ramiel: rolling 1d10
(2)= 2

Gator (GM): Port side right?

Ramiel: (( yes))

Gator (GM): The turrets flashes the crab and his flesh bursts in a horrible fashion.

Ramiel: (( I'm getting fucked by a bunch of mutant crabs dammit! ))

Gator (GM): Jee!
One crab remains!
The many cracks on it's form spill gas.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Ah, sorry. )
( As many wise men before me have said: Blast 'em. )

Gator (GM): Right.

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d100+20
(53)+20= 73

Gator (GM): Aware of it's situation, the crab will block

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d10
(5)= 5

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+60
(74)+60= 134
The claw takes the bulk of the photons and explodes, leaving the creature without an effective weapon!

Jee-Still Waki: ( Blast again? )

Gator (GM): Crab turn.

Ramiel: Hold on.

Gator (GM): What? Did I miss something?

Ramiel: (( I mean, Jee hold on ))

Gator (GM): Right.
Anyway, the crab is breaking off and falling back. If you want any parting shots or to capture it, this would be the time.

Jee-Still Waki: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPgNEpecy6c )

Ramiel: Kill that fucker, i don't want it

Gator (GM): Who wishes to push the button?

Jee-Still Waki: ( Sure. I can. )

Gator (GM): Sure, beat 40

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d100+20
(83)+20= 103
( Ah wait, out of danger zone, right? )
( +20 don't go? Anyway, it's a hit. )

Gator (GM): Right. so +0 to hit.

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d10
(7)= 7

Gator (GM): Fried had softened him up abit.
You blow the creature up from the sights of the vid screen.
Proceed to coordinates?

Ramiel: sure

Fried Silver Signals Bobble & Dobbles to the ship."

Ramiel leaves no room for the stragglers to attach to his ship

Gator (GM): You escaped the encounter!
They inflicted abit of damage on your ship, but you don't want to wait around to assess how much.

Fried Silver: "So Sir Ramiel, was the job to go into space and hunt space crabs?"

Gator (GM): The coordinates take you far out of the system into the void.

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhh... C-can be worse. C-c-could be space... Hhhh... Alligators?"

Gator (GM): There you find a giant structure made from stone. It looks haphazardly carved.

Fried Silver: "Wow Miss Jee, I didn't expect to hear something like that from you."
(roll to se what the carving is suppose to be?)

Ramiel: "Well, they didn't give us any codes we'd need... guess we wait to be hailed."

Gator (GM): There you are hailed
(Sure, roll away!)

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhhhh... Alligators are d-dangerous. They h-hide in w-water, j-j-jump out and b-bite f-fishers. Hhhaven't s-seen a survivor one t-time."

Ramiel answers the call

Jee-Still Waki: "T-t-too w-wounded to s-survive."

Gator (GM): You see a duck.
"Ramiel!" The man says.

Fried Silver: "Well Jee, Humans Viewed bats as unholy creatures that drinks the blood from people."

Gator (GM): "Of course they put you on this thing as well. Just great."

Ramiel: "Yes?"
"Should I know you?"

Gator (GM): "Anders? Ring a bell."

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhh... Th-there w-was a tr-tr-tribe th-that did drink b-blood. L-l-long before my own tr-tribe was m-made. D-d-don't kn-know where th-they are n-now."

Ramiel: "Uh..."
rolling 1d100+35
(46)+35= 81

Gator (GM): You vaguely remember him. Pilot academy, you think.
You don't think you've ever met face to face. He was just always a name on a score sheet.

Ramiel: "Acadmey right? Eh, whatever... CAn i get docking clearance or what?"

Gator (GM): (Oh sure, those guys drunk de blood. Your tribe totally didn't do it... totally.)
"I think you got the wrong idea, you see, I got the Draw as well."

Jee-Still Waki: ( Idea: Drinking blood as a side thing for bat subspecies. Can restore some HP and MP. Problem is it's an addictive meal, can lead to withdrawal, and whatever the original blood owner was afflicted with, be it poison or disease, it spreads to the drinker. )
( Eh, a dumb idea. )

Fried Silver: (I like it.)

Ramiel: "Alright..."

Gator (GM): (Sure. Nip at horse hooves and sip it up.)

Jee-Still Waki: ( But they only do it on initiations. And "weddings". )
( Drink the blood of the spouse and groom, bound each other or something, I dunno, I'm pullin' this straight from my arse. )

Fried Silver: (sounds like the avegage goth wedding!)

Gator (GM): "You know, I am real sick of you. You were always one placement above me. I think the Union set this up to see who is top dog."
Says anders.

Jee-Still Waki: ( I would be surprised at thinking that would be a thing, but considering what other people would do at their weddings, that's pretty tame. )

Ramiel: "Why should you care? Have you been hung up on that this long?"

Gator (GM): "Oh you don't quite get the scope of it. You placed high enough to be spotted for command. I on the other hand ended up being a passenger co pilot for years.

Jee-Still Waki: ( What a wuss. )

Gator (GM): "If you had screwed up once I would have had my own ship doing whatever I wanted to do!"
(He is not a nice person.)

Fried Silver: "Well Sir Anders, I assume they belive that Ramiel is the top dog since he's better than you in every way."

Jee-Still Waki: ( Then ya gotta speak the same language. )

Ramiel: "Oh my god Silver, I don't need you jerking me off to everyone."

Gator (GM): You swear they duck's eyes bulge in a instance of homocidal rage.

Fried Silver: "Sorry Sir Ramiel, it just sound like whis person is petty and that would rile him up."
"See?"

Ramiel: "Listen Anders, keep a cool head, and maybe you'll get it this time. I'm here for the money."

Gator (GM): You see alittle bit of foam in Ander's mouth as he pauses.
JUST THEN
A transmission from the stone wall.
[ATTN: THE DRAW WILL NOW COMMENCE.]

Ramiel: "Woah what? They aren't letting us fuel up and make repairs?"

Gator (GM): [INSIDE THIS STRUCTURE IS A REINGOLD RING. PARTICIPANTS WILL ENTER AND RETRIEVE THE RING TO PASS THE DRAW.]
"It's only afew thousand feet away, want your bottle warmed up too?"
By now you identify Ander's signal.

Ramiel ignores Anders

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... I still d-d-don't understand in-insults too well, b-but the d-duck man seems agg-aggressive. W-will we have to k-kill him?"

Gator (GM): [HERE ARE THE FOLLOWING RULES:

Ramiel: "I don't know Jee. It's my first Draw too."

Gator (GM): [PARTICIPANTS ARE TO NOT LEAVE THEIR SHIP.]
[...THAT IS ALL.]
[YOU MAY BEGIN.]

Jee-Still Waki: ( That mean the entire crew or the pilot? )
( Loopholes man. He could send his own crew at us and still be in the game because he commandeers his own ship. )
( Including his crew. )

Ramiel jets toward the rock

Ramiel: "Jee, scan this rock!"

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh OK!"
rolling 1d100+10+10
(83)+10+10= 103

Fried Silver Hops onto the turrets seats and ready's up.

Gator (GM): You see several holes in the asteroid. One of them looks actually deep enough to lead through the structure.

Ramiel directs himself toward it

Gator (GM): Additionally, you are finding thick clouds of oxygen and hydrogen from the rock. It's possible there might be air inside it.

Jee-Still Waki: "Th-there is a hole! There! It m-m-might go d-deeper in."

Gator (GM): Or they whole place could blow up, either or.

Jee-Still Waki: "And the sc-scanners pick up ox-oxy-oxygen and hydrog-g-gen."
"Hhh... Oxyg-gen is to breathe, y-yes? I c-cannot remember what h-hydrogen does."

Gator (GM): You fly into the structure.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Meanwhile in the Soulflayer Canyon. )

Ramiel: "Silver, be on guard to shoot down incoming projectiles."

Jee-Still Waki: ( Rolling to scan ahead. )
rolling 1d100+10+10
(85)+10+10= 105

Gator (GM): You see that there are many rocks obstructing a straight shot.
Further, they appear unstable.
Ramiel! Pilot roll of 130 to thread the needle.

Ramiel: (( What about shooting them? ))

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... B-be careful. Th-the rocks c-can fall at any m-m-moment. The... th-thing here says it is w-weak."

Ramiel: GM?

Gator (GM): Sorry, getting hungry. Lost focust
Roll piloting.
Shooting is an option, sure.
They have about 3shp.
Shoot them to clear?

Ramiel: yes
Silver...

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 +
(47)= 47

Jee-Still Waki: ( Hey GM, mind if I scan behind the ship for anyone tailing? )

Ramiel: "JEE, Scan!"

Jee-Still Waki: ( Aight )

Gator (GM): Yes.

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d100+10+10
(83)+10+10= 103

Ramiel: "Low visibility!"

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... OK."

Gator (GM): You fired the lasers, the resulting slag ignited gas pockets. On the upside, the cave should only be molten for an hour or so.
Proceed?

Ramiel: I want to avoid clipping that asteroid, but yes

Gator (GM): You proceed.
Jee!
You spot something on the rock wall!

Jee-Still Waki: ( Yea boi )
( Wut is it? )
( Somethin'? )

Gator (GM): Give me a 1d4

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d4
(4)= 4
( Is a cave o' gold. )
( Meant ta distract the participants so they can get out and plunder. )

Gator (GM): You see someone walk out of a cave, he is wearing an armored space suit and holding something.
He appears very surprised and take cover behind a rock.

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhh! Th-there is a person there! H-he has s-something, and is h-hiding there!"

Gator (GM): Proceed to murder him?

Ramiel: "I feel like we should ignore him"

Fried Silver Keeps aim on the person.

Ramiel: "givr him a warning shot as we pass."

Fried Silver fires near the target as they pass by.

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 +
(79)= 79

Gator (GM): You do fire near the taret.
He flies back into the shadowy hole he came from faster than possible.
(That's a way to tell someone to f'off.

Fried Silver: "So Sir Ramiel, why didn't you want dead?"

Gator (GM): It appears there is a large cavern ahead, and your home made lava doesn't reach this far.
proceed to the chamber?

Ramiel: "We don't know who he is... better off giving him a chance i think."
Yes
proceed

Gator (GM): The chamber is expansive, easily enough to house a space operation in here.
You see Anders is already here. His ship is emitting a low laser over the rock.

Ramiel: "Jee, Scanner"

Jee-Still Waki: "OK."
rolling 1d100+10+10
(98)+10+10= 118

Gator (GM): It's a basic laser, not weapons grade. On a limb you use your engineering knowledge to guess he's using spectral analyzation to find precious metals, ie the gold.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Ah, right, sorry. Rolling engineer. )
rolling 1d100+10+50
(4)+10+50= 64

Gator (GM): You come to the same conclusion but are having a tough time configuring your equipment for the same technique.
He spots you!

Anders: "Have you found it?"

Ramiel: (( Can we sweep the area for the ring? while Jee makes scans? ))

Gator (GM): You recieve through the radio.
Sure.

Ramiel: alright, lets start from the left side.

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... If he as-asks th-this, he h-hasn't either."
( Should I roll again? )
( Ah, screw it, rolling anyway. )

Ramiel: I'll keep distance from Ander's ship. since he obviously hasn't found it.

Gator (GM): Sure!

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d100+10+10
(33)+10+10= 53

Ramiel: I actually wanted to stay a bit lower on the map from him, that seems too close to where his scans would go.

Gator (GM): You found copper. Just large chunks of it lying on the ground.

Ramiel: either way, Can i scan myself now?

Gator (GM): Sure

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(71)+30= 101

Gator (GM): Your legs are fine.

Ramiel: heh, not what I meant

Jee-Still Waki: ( Inform Anders if he makes a move that you will drop his head in a vat of acid and wear his fucking moron face as a party mask. )

Gator (GM): You find an outcrop of quartz.
Still no gold ring.

Ramiel: let's scan here
"Silver, you're up"

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 +
(15)= 15

Ramiel: oh boy

Gator (GM): You turned off the screen by accident.

Ramiel: "Jee, you're turn"

Fried Silver: "Sorry Sir Ramiel.)

Ramiel: ech, *your

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d100+10+10
(37)+10+10= 57

Jee-Still Waki has trouble finding the switch to turn the monitor back on.

Ramiel groans

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(41)+30= 71

Jee-Still Waki: ( Did we check the ceiling? )

Ramiel: Ceiling is relative in space

Jee-Still Waki: ( Ya never know. )

Gator (GM): Sure.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Might not even be actual gold we're looking for. )

Ramiel: Well we're scanning in general for minerals

Gator (GM): You scan, you receive pings of base precious minerals but cannot descern where. They are in this quarter of the cavern.
You are receiving a hail from anders.

Ramiel: "Ah, we got something over here Silver."

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 +
(57)= 57

Ramiel: I send Anders text-only messages

Fried Silver: "Sure thing Sir Ramiel."

Ramiel: "What do you want?"
hold on

Gator (GM): ["Let's mk a deal."] the text says.

Ramiel: [ W h y ? ]

Gator (GM): [pay u for ring. let me win. y/n?]

You are deployed, Silver! What is your next action?

Ramiel: [ I'll get back to you on that, but I doubt you have enough for me. ]
I'm gonna pull lower and scan

Gator (GM): [ n ]

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(58)+30= 88

Gator (GM): [ 1mill ]
[ answer now. ]

Jee-Still Waki: ( Just 1 mill? )

Gator (GM): You scan.

Jee-Still Waki: ( I can get better piss money faffing about in the streets begging than accepting your paltry sum. )

Gator (GM): have a ping withing 100 feet. Enough to send Silver to the area to search.

Ramiel: I direct Silver there discretly
"Jee, ready on the guns."

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhh... OK."

Ramiel: [My crew member shares my sentiment, ' I can get better piss money faffing about in the streets begging than accepting your paltry sum. ' ]

Jee-Still Waki transfers positions to the gunner!

Ramiel: "Silver, head to the position marked, check there."

Jee-Still Waki: ( E.Y.E. styled insults are so bizarre in structure yet to straight forward in hate and aggression. )

Gator (GM): [ get wrecked!]

Ramiel: "Jee, blast his engines!"

Jee-Still Waki readies herself for combat!

Gator (GM): The ship fires up it's engines!

Ramiel: I'll dodge

Gator (GM): So does he!

Ramiel: wait, fire first

Jee-Still Waki: ( Really can't recall if eyes add to aiming. Ah well. )
rolling 1d100+10
(29)+10= 39
( Shit. )

Ramiel: alright, now dodge

Jee-Still Waki: ( And aiming in ships, forgot ta mention. )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+40
(89)+40= 129

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30+30
(81)+30+30= 141
(( heh, nothin personell ))

Jee-Still Waki: ( dodge behind u )

Fried Silver: (Sorry, was away for a bit, what I miss?)

Gator (GM): He will wait for you to level out then fires missiles!
Two!
rolling 1d100+30
(75)+30= 105

Jee-Still Waki: ( Dude offered 1 mill for us to give up, I said that's shit money, Ramiel quoted me and told him off and now we're murdering each other. )

Ramiel: We got a ping on the mineral, I sent you a location to check
Anders is mad

Jee-Still Waki: ( Want me to try and shoot the missiles? )
( Or continue firing towards the ship's engines? )

Ramiel: ((also, i thought dodge rolls lasted until your next turn? if he can wait for me to level, shouldn't it we be rolling initiative.

Gator (GM): Well, it's one on one.
So you guys go then he goes, really.
Ah, I see
I messed up.
Let's rewind before he shot the missiles then.
You level off and come about again.

Fried Silver Runs from the ship combat and looks for the mineral.

Gator (GM): https://youtu.be/5ALGThcRq08?list=PL5373388DB65A9844

Ramiel: Now, Jee should be able to shoot at his engines and I can dodge after right?

Gator (GM): Sure

Ramiel: "Jee, open fire on his engines!"

Gator (GM): He will engage his dodge first, even if he has to fire over that to hit.

Fried Silver: (would science help me find the mineral?)

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d100+10
(22)+10= 32

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+40
(36)+40= 76
Well, that's a miss.

Ramiel: I'll dodge too

Jee-Still Waki hisses incomprehensibly at the controls and monitor.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30+30
(21)+30+30= 81
shit

Gator (GM): His turn.
He'll fire his missle.
He has to be 76 for himself, which is moot because of your 81
rolling 1d100+30
(42)+30= 72
He fires mid turn and inertia throws it in the wall.
rolling 3d10
(6+4+10)= 20

Gator (GM): Yeah, he pounds it.

Ramiel: Can I get close enough for Jee to get a bonus?

Gator (GM): Your turn!
Fried!
By the nuclear light of the blast, you see the ring's reflection!

Fried Silver picks up the ring and looks for a place to hide from the space conflict.

Gator (GM): You hide behind some rocks, which is great because that is all there is around here.

Fried Silver looks at the ring to see if there is anythings specail about it.

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 40
(29)+40= 69

Gator (GM): It appears metallic but is partially transparent.
Reingold, as you've encountered before.
Sorry, yeah, you can move closer.

Fried Silver: "Sir Ramiel I found the ring."

Gator (GM): Move straight into his face to get +20?

Ramiel: Can we move straight to his butt so he can't even fire at us?
GM?

Gator (GM): Sure.
Sorry, haven't eaten in... sixteen hours.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Shit man, you OK? )

Gator (GM): (pfft, I'm fine. Just airheaded. No biggie.)

Ramiel: "Jee, you better not miss this one!"
We should probably end soon then

Jee-Still Waki: "Y-you b-better n-n-n... Forget it."
( Firing. )
rolling 1d100+10
(31)+10= 41

Ramiel: +20

Jee-Still Waki: ( Forgot, plus +20, yeah? )
( 60 )

Ramiel: with both lasers i assume

Gator (GM): Hit!

Ramiel: I haven't used them

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d10
(8)= 8
( I'd assume so, yeah. )

Ramiel: so that would be 2d10

Jee-Still Waki: ( Roight. )
rolling 1d10
(3)= 3

Gator (GM): Yep. Linked weapons are part of the rules

Jee-Still Waki: ( Just rollin' another 1d10 )

Gator (GM): You blast heavy into the ship and it glows fiery white!
Since we are at danger range

Ramiel: How do his engines look?

Gator (GM): "servicible" emphasis on quotes.
He's going to try to ram you!

Jee-Still Waki: ( Ooh. I'm getting what you're planning. )

Gator (GM): Pilot on pilot roll
rolling 1d100+40
(55)+40= 95

Ramiel: with us behind him? with damaged engines?
okay...
rolling 1d100+30+30
(9)+30+30= 69
, fuck

Jee-Still Waki: ( Woo! Bumper cars )

Gator (GM): He kicks the G's and turns the vector jets to full blast.

Ramiel: I wouldn't be so worried if we didn't get majorly fucked by crab ealier

Jee-Still Waki: ( So crunchy )

Gator (GM): It's less of a ram and more of a body slam.
rolling 2d10
(1+4)= 5

Ramiel: what class ship is he in btw?

Gator (GM): He smacks into your ship, you hear bolts and welds ripped off has he bounces off your ship.
Schooner, just like you.
JUST LIKE YOOOOOU
Because he's kind of a evil twin or something.

Ramiel: man , I would think that the lasers would have fucked him up more then
Jee, shoot him again

Gator (GM): Oh no, even at this range you see hull breaches.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Blastin' him. )
( Aimin for the engines. )
rolling 1d100+10
(52)+10= 62

Gator (GM): His ship looks like a freeze frame of some lady dropping her grocery bag, crap is flying out in all directions!

Ramiel: +20
Jee

Gator (GM): He used his pilot move.
Hit.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Sorry, thought we got knocked outta that range. )
( Body slam and all. )
rolling 2d10
(10+8)= 18
Ramiel: wew

Gator (GM): Oh yeah.
Still a hit.
Yes, both guns. Best kind of kill is the over kind.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Can never be too sure. )

Gator (GM): You blast his ship into ruins.

Jee-Still Waki: ( His engines melted slag? )

Gator (GM): Hooo yeah.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Let's grab the ring and get outta here. )

Gator (GM): Half his ship is disintegrated.

Ramiel pulls away from the ship as fast as he can to safety

Gator (GM): You are pretty sure everyone inside is dead. Probably.

Ramiel: "Silver, come on! Let;s get you on board!"
"Jee, shoot down any survivors."

Gator (GM): If he had fired two missiles! Just two!
(Oh that's getting dark.

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh..."
"..."
"OK."
rolling 1d100+10
(100)+10= 110

Ramiel: Hey, we didn't start the fire.
WEW

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 2d10
(6+2)= 8

Gator (GM): You have obtained
[Silver of Fried x1]
[stupid ringx1}

Ramiel: That can bookend this session right?

Gator (GM): Sure.
I think this was a good practice of ship combat.

Ramiel: Hey, it may be cruel, but we idn't start the fight
That was an attempt on my life

Gator (GM): Well it really is really quick.
and brutal.

Ramiel: Well it's a quick death

Jee-Still Waki: Was hoping we were just gonna remove his engines, let him stay there, and leave.

Ramiel: usually

Gator (GM): Which is great until one of you guys actually get hit.

Jee-Still Waki: Have him starve to death with no way out.

Gator (GM): But then you decided to fire both guns and do three times his hit points

Ramiel: I wouldn't have shot at him unless he forced me too, and he did

Gator (GM): Well, he was a poor negioator.

Fried Silver: They had what was comming to them..

Ramiel: ep

Jee-Still Waki: They're dead, that's good, amen.

Gator (GM): Oh yeah. I wanted to capture that crazy villain mentality.

Ramiel: The best rivals are ones that keep it a rivalry, not a driven vendetta

Jee-Still Waki: I'm pretty sure we're the crazy villains at this point

Gator (GM): complete with persecution complex and misdirected anger.

Fried Silver: And get fucking rekt on the first encounter.

Jee-Still Waki: Just wait till Ramiel commandeers a moon sized ship and a crew to man it.

Ramiel: Hey, iwas pretty polite with him until he shot at me

Gator (GM): But you're villains who have deniablity!
Oh yeah, this was a fair fight

Fried Silver: Jee needs to have more body mods for that to happen.
Were in prequal teratory.
Rofger rodger.

Gator (GM): That was great.

Ramiel: Anyways, cool session

Jee-Still Waki: Agreed

Gator (GM): Okay XP!
Really you guys outfoxed most threats.

Jee-Still Waki: I think Jee's gonna avoid cutting off parts of her body for robot parts.

Ramiel: I beat him with a previously damaged ship too

Fried Silver: I, found a ring.

Gator (GM): So 40 xp for combat

Ramiel: |I was REALLY hoping they would repair and refuel us once we got there."

Jee-Still Waki: Suits and what not, sure. But family matters and what not kinda spooked her into thinking she did something kinda fucked up.

Gator (GM): 20 xp for exp

Fried Silver: I'll do repairs on it, I got 2 points in metalworking.

Gator (GM): 10xp for finding ring.
He is literally bender.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Besides. We got replacement parts for our ship right here. )
( He wont be using what's left anyway. )

Gator (GM): So 70xp altogether.

Ramiel: cool

Gator (GM): Point.
Who gets MVP?

Ramiel: Jee

Jee-Still Waki: Don't ya mean 60? Er, I mean, I'll take 70

Ramiel: for keeping assholes off my ship
Fried Silver: I leveled up.
Ramiel

Jee-Still Waki: Noice

Gator (GM): 40+20+10 is 70 right?

Jee-Still Waki: I'll vote Ramiel. Did a good job dodgin most stuff and being a pilot

Gator (GM): I know they do math different these days...

Jee-Still Waki: Ah, skipped the finding ring part
No, I'm not bad at math, I'm just stupid.
Big difference

Gator (GM): Yeah, this was kind of a Rami joint.

Fried Silver: Well that was the point.