Space RPG Session #8

Let's begin!

Joanna: Done

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/mih-1mACh7k

Deep in B-Sector a gaggle of heroes look over their recent victory!

Fried Silver: Fried Silver stands to a ways, making beeping noises and mumbling "SOFTWARE UPGRADE COMMENCING!"
"UPGRADE COMPLETE, COMABT MODE 2.0 NOW ONLINE1!"

GM (GM): Jakob, ramiel, and Joanna! You have reconviened to discover Fried Silver has gone MIA. After alittle bit of typing you have hunted him down!

Alfredo Cyrus counts his ammo and checks how damaged his armored fest is

Jakob Yasha: "Metal can! What did you do?!" Jakob yells

GM (GM): ((I hope I'm not forgetting anyone.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Wait, don't Large bodies have an agility cap? Does agiltiy training surpass that or does it cap at 6? )

Fried Silver: "UPGRADE 2.0 ONLINE INCREASE IN COMBAT EFFICIENCY!"

GM (GM): ((That was in the old system, this one: Screw it. Your body knows no limit.

Jakob Yasha: ( Or am I allowed to be a Spees Mehreen on cocaine? )
( Crazy. )

Alfredo Cyrus: (( did you get alfredo or am i kinda meh about fried ))

Joanna: (( GM I'd still say it's a limit AT creation ))
(( After that, free to break it ))

Ramiel does the right thing and lets his drone do the work.

GM (GM): ((Yeah, I'll have to consider that.))

Fried Silver: "ALL RIGHT SOLDIERS, FOLLOW MY COMMAND AS WE ENTER THE ENEMY'S TERATORY!"

GM (GM): Joanna! You examine the bodies: Stab wounds, fletch wounds, and blunt trauma.

Joanna: ...what the hell happened here...

Ramiel: "Uhh, how about you tell us what the fuck you did for this to happen."

Jakob Yasha: "Joanna. Either fix your robot or I'll FIX it for you. After whatever happened here is done."

Joanna 's happy expression turns to her usual "I'm pissed off" grimace. "...what the hell? Did you activate the combat mode again?"

Alfredo Cyrus silently slithers in the background and tucks my smg stack gun in my belt

Fried Silver: "COMMANDER I'M GLAD TP SEE THAT THOSE CROSS EYED INBREAD DEVILIAN COULDN'T LAND A SINGLE SHOT ON YOUR BODY!"

GM (GM): ((Hey dude! You're just in time!))

Ramiel sends his drone higher, trying to get a good look at the area.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+35
(89)+35= 124

Joanna pissed off and stomps her foot down "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TURN OFF THAT STUPID ASS COMBAT MODE."

GM (GM): You send it several feet into the ceiling...Which looks like a snowy sky today.
There you see down either side... not much. This sector isn't typically inhabited. But wait!
You see vehicles, three of them, headed to your direction! They will be in range in minutes!

Jakob Yasha: ( Is there cover available? )

Ramiel frowns, and pipes up, "Looks like authorities will be here soon, I'm not getting arrested again. I'll leave my drone to help, but I'm going back to my ship."

GM (GM): Dr. Suplex! You are approached by three unknown people who start shouting at your robot friend for some reason!

Fried Silver: "NEGATIVE SIR, MUST REMAININ COMBAT MODE UNTIL THIS BATTLE IS OVER, AND IF YOU IN SUCH A RUSH TO GET ME OFF THIS MODE, DO YOUR DAMN JOB AND KILL THOSE DEVILIAN FUCKER!"

GM (GM): Cover available: the railings, the vehicles nearby.

Alfredo Cyrus "Trying not to interject here but the cops on Logos arent to kind on outsiders killing locals. I suggest we leave, now"

GM (GM): Last chance, AmScra?

Ramiel: (( I wanna get back to the ship, my drone can help without me being on the front lines. ))

Fried Silver: "THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT LOGOS FOR SONNY? IS THIS BATTILION SUPPORTED BY COCA-COLA?"

GM (GM): Ramiel has fled!
Last chance, who is staying and who is not?

Joanna: (( BRB ))

Ramiel: (( Heroically, I tactically retreat! ))

Fried Silver: i'll stay.

Alfredo Cyrus: ill stay but far off in cover

Joanna: I'll stay

Jakob Yasha: ( I'll stay, but I'd like to find cover. )
( This map doesn't really show all too much. )

Fried Silver: "OKAY SOLDIERS, WERE HEADING TO C-12 AND WE'RE GONNA KILL OURSELVES A KING AND IMPLAMENT A DEMOCRACY IT'S IT PLACE!"

GM (GM): Alfredo, it dawns on you that you can use your camo for such a situation!
With sirens blaring you see three one-man mobis pull up.
Three men in blue and white suits come up the track to the prominade.

B: .Can We got three flatline signals. What is going on here?

Alfredo Cyrus readys to trigger my camoflauge mod on my suit but hesitates glaring at the three men anre doing and waiting for their next move

Jakob Yasha: "Are these cops?! What the hell did you do robot?!" Jakob mutters.

Joanna switches off Silver...

Fried Silver: "sUTTING dOWN..."

GM (GM): The three produce stack guns.

fuzz: Damnit! Everyone on your knees!

Fried Silver: Fried falls over onto the ground face first, due to being turned off.

GM (GM): Gimme a camo roll, alfy!

Alfredo Cyrus: ( if i remember right its the 1d100 + 40 for the camo? )

Fried Silver: (hold on, I have do do stuff.)

GM (GM): Well, yeah, since you don't have the skill you are relying on your armor

Alfredo Cyrus: rolling 1d100+40
(73)+40= 113

GM (GM): That's a good one.

Alfredo Cyrus: (the numbers favor me today!)

Alfredo Cyrus quietly looks into the cop cars seeing if theres a way i can create a distraction for the others to flee

GM (GM): You sliver by keeping low and it appears they don't notice your approach.

Joanna: (( I'm gonna try to talk with these guys ))

GM (GM): The mobis are bare of equipment, it looks like they carry it all on person. But it doesn't take a genius to know that you can rig the thing to run free, sabotage it, etc.

Alfredo Cyrus attempts to rewire on of the cars to run haywire and collide into the other ones but hesitates glaring up at the others before i do

Joanna walks up to the coppers "I don't know what happened but it seems that someone fucked my robot over..."

Jakob Yasha: ( I'll keep quiet. If it goes loud, I'll go nonlethal. )

Fried Silver: (back)

Cop: if that's the case then your robot is going to be impounded as evidence.
we can go over his memory to find out what happened.
also, GET ON YOUR GODDAMN KNEES!

Alfredo Cyrus attempts to rewire one of the cars to go haywire and run into the two other cars

Joanna is clearly upset "I'd rather find a way to fix him first..."

GM (GM): gimme an electronics roll.

Jakob Yasha: "That doesn't sound like a problem then." Jakob says, arms in the air as he slowly gets on his knees.

Alfredo Cyrus: ( so mine is lvl 2 so wouldnt it be 1d100 + mind / the skill lvl ?

Jakob Yasha: ( Those cuffs better be made of adamantium, otherwise I'll bust them real quick. )

GM (GM): yes. 1d100+mind bonus+20(skill level)

Joanna will try to talk the cops into being a bit more overlooking regarding Silver.

GM (GM): They don't use cuffs in logos.
They use C. sticks.

Alfredo Cyrus: rolling 1d100+30
(33)+30= 63

Jakob Yasha: ( Oh. )
( Ouch. )

Alfredo Cyrus: ( there like metal batons )

Jakob Yasha: ( Surprised they aren't electrified. )

GM (GM): The cop wraps a plastic cord device around your wrists. With a jolt is gets stiff as metal.
With another jolt it smacks into the floor with magnetic force!

Jakob Yasha: ( Alright then. )

Alfredo Cyrus: ( my roll do anything for the cars )

Jakob Yasha: "If you take that robot in, break it into pieces for me."

GM (GM): You have rigged one car to go full throttle when activated! All you have to do is turn it on.

Alfredo Cyrus glares up at the cops one last time and tries to steer it so it will ram into the other cars and waits for a good time to turn it on

GM (GM): (Waiting on me huh?)

Ramiel: (( Can I roll to spot Alfredo doing this? ))

GM (GM): One cop begins: Confirmed Ident on the vics: Rob Sterling and Archie Paulson.

Joanna: (( No roll for schoomze for me? ))

Alfredo Cyrus: (( just trying to add dramatic affect ))

GM (GM): ((You haven't made a roll suule, unless I missed it.))

Cop: are you done bagging the suspects, yet?

Alfredo Cyrus turns on the far right car and slithers off back to a safe distance

GM (GM): They are really not seeing you over there.
The back cop turns to Jo with another C. stick, "Down on your knees." He says.
The cop looks at the robot and mutters, "We'll have to call in a wagon. Can't take these guys on the M's."

Joanna quriks a brow and explains that she shouldn't be cuffed

Jakob Yasha: ( We need to act now unless we want an entire squad of cops on us. )

Joanna: rolling 1d100+35+20
(37)+35+20= 92

Jakob Yasha: ( Is the car going? )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(4)+25= 29

Alfredo Cyrus: ( i did activate it and it should be )

Fried Silver: (Hey man, it's not like I can do anything since I was turned off.)

GM (GM): Welp!
Clearly you came here after the incident you explain.

Joanna: Now... do you understand my position? I walked away to meet up with a friend of mine and I came here looking for my can

GM (GM): The cops decide you and Jakob are not warranting arrest nor have any useful information.
((Sorry, didn't have coffee today.

one of the police cars springs to life and hurtles down the road at full speed.

GM (GM): The cops are throughly distracted!

cop: damnit!

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm guessing they didn't unhook me? )

Joanna decides that this is a good moment to roll Fried out of sight

cop: You IDs are locked. We'll question you later!

Alfredo Cyrus glares up to the others see if there running or cuffed

They get in their mobis and chase after the vehicle!

Jakob Yasha stands up and rubs his wrists. He didn't know what sort of gear the police have, but now he'll be more weary. "Joanna. Fix your robot. Now."

GM (GM): Locked status: essentially marked as in need of questioning. Often your moves will be tracked and denied leaving the station.

Jakob Yasha: ( *wary )

GM (GM): You roll Silver over the ridge into the track. He hits the ground with a thud.
rolling 2d10 damage
(2+4)= 6

Joanna: Why the fuck did you activate his combat mode

GM (GM): 6 damage

Alfredo Cyrus slithers back over to the others and deactivates my camouflage "everyone ok?"

GM (GM): ((You know, I didn't think of solid snake when I made that character. But that was totes Solid.))

Alfredo Cyrus: (( IKR, had that in my head aswell xD ))

Joanna: Yeah, thanks to you

Joanna looks around "What the hell happened?"

GM (GM) snarks, "That's what the cops wanted to know!"

Jakob Yasha: "Hmm. Thanks" Jakob mumbles out.

Ramiel hovers back around the group, "Yeah, nice job getting into the criminal database."

Fried Silver: (( it this the part where i get hit by a trolly?)

Joanna: Ramiel, you jackass
I'm quite sure this is YOUR fault

Alfredo Cyrus looks down at fried "is he ok? or is he just turned off"

Ramiel: "MY fault!? Look who's talkng!"

Joanna: I turned him off... when he goes into combat mode, he goes berzerk. I dunno why.

GM (GM): ((Because there is no such thing as a combat mode! He's just psychotic after dealing with your diva personality for years!))
((Robot unions now!))

Alfredo Cyrus: (( haha ^ ))

Fried Silver: (( SKYNET DID NO WRONG!))

Alfredo Cyrus: (( I needed that giggle thank you ))

Joanna: (( Joanna CAN be nice

Jakob Yasha: ( In the same way you CAN win the lottery. )

Alfredo Cyrus: "I hate to break up this big reunion but, im sure it wont take them long to get that m working again, we should leave"

Jakob Yasha: ( I jest. )

Fried Silver: (You mean the Idiot Tax?)

Jakob Yasha: "Hmm."
( Nah, the idiot tax is credit cards. )
( But I get what you're saying. )

Joanna: Anyway... we need to grab Fried and erase his memory

Jakob Yasha: "Wouldn't that alert the cops if they check?"

Ramiel: "Well good luck, I charge for dead weight."

GM (GM): You head back good old C-sector

Joanna: Ramiel can you get that stick out of your ass for a moment
I'm sure you're quite used to it by now and seek something bigger but at least be a bit more helpful

GM (GM): ((Okay I know I'm missing someone.
Jakob! You now have a C. Stick!

Jakob Yasha: ( Radical. )

GM (GM): Reactivate Silver?

Joanna: Not yet.. let's get that mem wipe first

Ramiel is silent in a moment of contempt. "Well how do you suppose we should act when the cops come after us everywhere your robot goes?"

Alfredo Cyrus looks u at jakob, "c stick is a nasty work just as it is. You can hide it up your sleeve to"

Joanna: WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED
Why did you activate his combat mode

Ramiel: "I didn't you coked up horse!"
"I know as much as you do hear."
*here

Fried Silver: (( OOHHHHHH, So it was Joanna that was doing cocoaine in my dream! Not frosty the snowman.))

GM (GM): ((This she's shouting at a turned off robot.))
((She was dressed as Frosty the Snowman. Furry Hollywood is a weird place.))

Jakob Yasha: "Hm. It might be useful." Jakob says, storing it in his back pocket.

Joanna: I DON'T DO COKE YOU FLAT NOSED COWARD

GM (GM): ((Oh, not the drug. Literally hot coco mixed with cane sugar until it is a mush. Holidays are weird.

Ramiel: "No-one gets a unicorn horn in a right state of mind!"

Joanna: OH ARE YOU GONNA CRITICIZE MY LIFE CHOICES RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW?

Fried Silver: Fried still lays in the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

Joanna: DO YOU HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM IN WHICH YOU WISH FOR A FAMILY YOU CAN'T HAVE BECAUSE NO ONE CAN STAND YOU FOR 3 SECONDS.
(This is all Joanna yelling at the drone)

Jakob Yasha grunts. He knows he'll fall on deaf ears and waits for Joanna's rant to finish.

Ramiel: (( Yeah lol, I should be in the ship ))
"I I don't need 'em. I make money doing shit your type can't handle... case in point with your shitty bot."

Joanna: (( No I mean the stupidity of this situation is amazing ))
(( Unicorn arguing with a drone ))

GM (GM): ((I'm afraid, really, the plot is going no where until someone goes somewhere or reactivates Silver.))

Ramiel: (( definitely, battle between egotistical assholes here. ))

Joanna prepares to pimpslap the drone

Ramiel pulls the drone back.

Jakob Yasha: "Enough Joanna. You can yell at the tin can later. When it's fixed."

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(12)+30= 42

Joanna: Sure...

GM (GM): ((Ramiel hones his piloting skills for every situation.))

Joanna still strikes the drone
Joanna: rolling 1d100+30
(95)+30= 125
(OW!)

GM (GM): Ezus!

Alfredo Cyrus: (rip drone )

Joanna: (Righteous slap)
(( BTW I'm doing non-lethal)

GM (GM): Well, yeah.
Drones are expensive!

Fried Silver: ((MAY GOT INVEST ALL OF HIS POWER IN MY PIMP HAND SO THIS BITCH LEARNS A LESSON!))

Ramiel: (( I don't think you're gonna hurt it as much as you think ))

GM (GM): ((Well, yeah, that was just to hit.))

Joanna: (( First is how much? ))

Fried Silver: d10+str

Joanna: rolling 1d10+6
(5)+6= 11

GM (GM): A mild ding!
Still, weren't looking to kill it.

Ramiel flips his shit elsewhere, in the cockpit. He pulls his drone closer to the ceiling.

Joanna: Either way

Jakob Yasha: "Let's go. Slapping it wont erase its memory."

Alfredo Cyrus looks at a layout of the station thinking which area would have an airlock we could use to leave without being noticed

Joanna: Can you help me with Fried, Jakob? We need to find some electronics guy... possibly someone that isn't 'licensed'

Fried Silver: (cough Fix-ER Cough)

Jakob Yasha: "Ok." Jakob responds, lifting the offline robot off the ground. "I may know someone."

Ramiel searches the area

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+35
(26)+35= 61

Alfredo Cyrus: ( rc 1140 :o that fixer? )

Joanna: Let's go...

GM (GM): Besides the usual shopkeeps and pedestrians looking at you, nothing is suspect.

Alfredo Cyrus slithers behind jakob watching for the local law enforcement in the sektor

Fried Silver: (Yee, the one who sweared a lot and called the group a traveling orgy mecranary group.)
(Oh wait no.)

GM (GM): You look up robotics crastmen in the area and purposely choose the one with the lowest community rating.
The shop: The Stagbolt. D-sector.

Jakob Yasha enters the store, robot in toll. Unceremoniously he dumps the robot onto the closest clear table or counter. "I need this fixed. It has a problem."

Alfredo Cyrus slithers in and looks around and decides to lean against the entrance onf the shop looking out

GM (GM): A deer man appears.

Man: What's the problem.

Joanna: Glitches
It goes on a rampage every once in a while

Man: Are you exposing it to combat?

GM (GM): The man pops off the torso plating in the long, awkward pause.

Joanna: Not voulentarly

Jakob Yasha: "It exposes itself to combat."

Alfredo Cyrus collapses my c.stick and tosses up in the air and catches it multiple times to pass the time while watching out for the police

Man: "Uh, huh." The man says as he holds up Silver's gun and puts it on the table.

Joanna: Yeah okay
He's sometimes my bodyguard

Man: Uh-huh.

Joanna gives Jakob the look before looking at the deer "I'm Joanna, the movie star. I get a lot of... problematic people."

Alfredo Cyrus: ( do is ee any cops around looking for us or just usual traffic of people )

Man: I'm going to get my other tools from the back. Don't go anywhere.

Joanna looks at Jakob

GM (GM): Your beady serpent eyes remain ever watchful for Jonny and the Lawboys. You haven't see a thing.

Alfredo Cyrus: ( gotta watch out for them deputys see ))

GM (GM): The stag opens a door in the back and goes in, shutting it behind him.

Jakob Yasha: ( Something you want me to do Suule? )

Joanna: ( More like a "Do we trust him?" look)

Jakob Yasha: ( Ah, didn't know what you meant by "the look"

Jakob Yasha grunts. "It's either this or we look elsewhere. Gang territory, probably."

Joanna: Yeah... I guess. I've been meaning to fix him for a long time now

GM (GM): (Sorry, behind scenes stuff.)
Alfredo!

Fried Silver: (Just like them shows with the muppets.)

GM (GM): You remain ever watchful, then you notice a buzz!

In the span of an instant you hear the motors on the door activate!

Joanna: Uh oh...

Joanna puts her hand on her gun

Ramiel pulls his drone into a corner

Had you not been on your metaphorical toes you would have been caught off guard! You may perform on action before the door slams shut!

Alfredo Cyrus slithers inside the store with the others before the doors shut

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm, can I do a search roll? Maybe there's something in this room we can use before we get attacked )

Joanna: (( Same ))

GM (GM): The back door opens and two stark humans step out!
And shuts with a clink!

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm. Can I make first attack? )

GM (GM): Two drones, similar to Ramy's burst out of panels from the walls!
Sure!

Jakob Yasha: ( 9 agility, don't fail me now. )

GM (GM): A voice bleets over the intercom, "You got alot of steel coming after me!

Jakob Yasha: ( 9 tiles. Works for me. Going for a nonlethal smash. )

GM (GM): ((Note, the blue walls are aerogel. A jelly like material used as decorations and separators. It has the hp of 10 but provides cover.

Jakob Yasha: ( Ah, I thought they were ground decorations. )
( Like lights. )

GM (GM): (You never know.)

Joanna: Dammit, Bambi...

Jakob Yasha: ( I think I can reach him. )
( At least the top guy. )

Joanna: (( I'm just gonna shoot the drones ))

Alfredo Cyrus: (( would my venom bite affect the stark humans ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Ah wait, but it's too late to make use of that one action. )
( Oh well. )

Alfredo Cyrus: (( OOOOH BY INITIVE ROLL ))

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+25
(47)+25= 72
( Rolling initiative. )

Joanna: rolling 1d100+35+20
(14)+35+20= 69
(Fuck :) )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(63)+25= 88

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+35+20
(3)+35+20= 58

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(2)+30= 32

Alfredo Cyrus: rolling 1d100+25
(66)+25= 91

GM (GM): Okay, unless I missed something.

Combat Start!

Alfredo Cyrus: (( TALLY HO ))

GM (GM): Cyrus!

Alfredo Cyrus triggers his camo and slithers and tries to remain unnoticed to wrap my body around one of the humans and squeeze him

Alfredo Cyrus: rolling 1d100+40
(16)+40= 56

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(68)+25= 93
He notices you!
Still, white snake!
That's pretty cool!
Roll to hit anyway. He probably would have detected you when you squeezed him like a stress ball.

Alfredo Cyrus: rolling 1d100+30
(13)+30= 43
(( wow that hurt ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Implying he wouldn't think he suddenly contracted boneitis and started writhing about. )

GM (GM): You have approached and coiled him!
Oh wait, he'll try to parry.
rolling 1d100+25
(1)+25= 26

Jakob Yasha: ( Nice. )

Ramiel: heh

Alfredo Cyrus: (( ooo ))

Fried Silver: (( WE GOT A HIGH ROLLER!))

GM (GM): Nope! He accidently leaps into your spiraling muscles and scales.

Alfredo Cyrus: (( damage roll? ))

GM (GM): Sure

Jakob Yasha: ( What is this, XCOM 2? )

Alfredo Cyrus: (( great game btw ))

GM (GM): Shame about the memory leaks though.

Alfredo Cyrus: rolling 1d100+20
(93)+20= 113
(( sry i forget about the dmg roll ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Wish they could've toned down the timed missions though. I know they wanted more fast pace missions and less skulking about like the first one, but damn where there far too many "You got 8 turns to go to the otherside of the map past 4 patrol groups to do an objective" missions )

GM (GM): Really it's just +20 and bypasses armor.

Alfredo Cyrus: (( if i remember right it is 1d100 right? or do i need to do the d10 ))

GM (GM): Sorry, +40 in this case
It's different for wrestling.
For breaking free it's 1d100
Anyway!
Let
demonstrate

GM (GM): The servitor will attempt to break free!
((Now we roll 1d100+str
((Yeah, wrestling has bugs.))
rolling 1d100+25
(30)+25= 55

Alfredo Cyrus: (( oh so since mine is 4 and itd be 1d100+20+20 for armor?

Jakob Yasha: ( Reminds me of the wrestling page from Darths and Droids. )

GM (GM): ((More or less wrestling is like a constant damage condition. once you successful roll to lock, you don't roll again, you just put in damage.))
(("This is just the sub round)
((Believe it or not this is as simple as wrestling gets in rpgs.))
That was a terrible roll, so let's just skip it.
Servi 2!
He stomps through the gel wall and marchs towards the group!

GM (GM): Jakob!
((Ah, sorry guys. I can only play for 15 more minutes.))

Jakob Yasha: Aight aight aight aight
( Let's make this fast then. )
( Positing myself here. )
( Nonlethal attack on human, once that's done, take out the drone. )

GM (GM): Sure!

Jakob Yasha: ( Agility of 9, just as a reminder of the horrible act I committed. )

GM (GM): He'll parry.

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+45
(68)+45= 113

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(55)+25= 80
NOPE
Believe it or not this is more accurate to a bear.

Jakob Yasha: rolling 12d10+130
(10+7+9+4+2+8+9+2+5+10+3+3)+130= 202
( 202 nonlethal damage. Yeah right. )
( Aw shit, is he gonna impact Joanna? )
( Hahahah )

GM (GM): Well, according to the optional rules...

Alfredo Cyrus: (dang)

Jakob Yasha: ( Agility above 7 gives an extra action )

GM (GM): Joanna!
Flying humanoid!

Jakob Yasha: ( Look at what horrible tools you've given me. )

GM (GM): Roll parry to deflect him.
Maybe!
Beat 113!

Jakob Yasha: ( Horrible as in terrifying, I mean. )
( Aw shit man, I'm sorry Suule. )

GM (GM): Oh don't worry, I say it's just 3d10

Jakob Yasha: ( Might as well go for the drone while you're doing that. )
rolling 1d100+45
(48)+45= 93

Joanna: rolling 1d100+30
(7)+30= 37

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(70)+30= 100
The drone veers out of your swing!

Jakob Yasha: ( End turn then. )

GM (GM): Joanna!
Take 3d10
rolling 3d10
(9+5+1)= 15
Your turn!

Joanna: I shoot at the drone

GM (GM): left or right?

Joanna: Doesn't matter
rolling 1d100+20
(30)+20= 50

GM (GM): Hit!

Jakob Yasha: ( Sorry for the 15 damage man. )

Joanna: rolling 1d50+50
(41)+50= 91
And again
rolling 1d100+20
(47)+20= 67
rolling 1d50+50
(7)+50= 57

GM (GM): Actually...
First shot blew the thing to bits
By cosmic retcon you fired on the other!
Bits of plastic fly off as it you hit dead center, but it still flies!
Last action?

Joanna: rolling 1d100+20
(68)+20= 88
rolling 1d50+50
(40)+50= 90
The last action is more gunfire

GM (GM): Obviously
Ramiel!
You guys are putting these guys down like dogs!

Ramiel maneuvers aside the snake, gunning for his target

GM (GM): The only possible combatant is getting squeezed to death!

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(4)+30= 34

GM (GM): Pthunk!

Ramiel: That's the same number I got on my last roll lol

GM (GM): Somehow, someway, you managed to miss a stationary target less than ten feet away!

Curse you reoccurance!

Ramiel curses Joanna, she probably messed up his targeting system. He fires again.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(34)+30= 64

GM (GM): ((Fingerprints on the lens.
hit

Ramiel: rolling 5d10+50
(4+3+9+7+9)+50= 82

Jakob Yasha: ( Horses with fingers. Something just isn't right about that. )

GM (GM): You hit the man square in the chest, above the squeeze line.
Last action?

Ramiel: yeo

GM (GM): Alfredo!
The subject is weak and really, really wounded!
A good squeeeeze and he's out!

Alfredo Cyrus: ((can i go for a non lethal squeeze))

GM (GM): Of course!

Jakob Yasha: ( You got your own C-stick? We can bound these two down. )

Joanna: (( Jakob, she had a surgery

GM (GM): You non-lethally constrict him until his eyes slightly bulge out of his head then let go, watching him reinflate with air.

Jakob Yasha: ( That really doesn't it make it better D: )

Alfredo Cyrus: then can i use my c.stick to bind his hands to the floor

Jakob Yasha: ( Eww )

GM (GM): He's alive!

Alfredo Cyrus: (( im as nake stuff happens like that ))

GM (GM): And with most of his ribs!
Only slightly bulging!
Okay. XP!
Alfredo gets +60 for the grand escape. A deft manuever
Everyone else get's +20 for that.
This combat was worth +10
Joanna: (I know :D Joanna is a monster ))

GM (GM): MVP?

Joanna: Not sure

GM (GM): ((I say getting my jacket and keys for the door

Joanna: I had good rolls overall

GM (GM): Silver
For being a fantastic player while doing actually nothing.