Uplift RPG Session #22

Gator (GM): (Hey!
Okay, let's get rolling
First order: updates.
Added abit of lore, reduced MH loss for dropping foo's
Link is in your handout tabs under PDF link.

Axl Greez: Killing someone just isn't as impactful as it is in a world with billions of them.
Now a couple million to a thousand? Heavy stuff.

Gator (GM): Well, let's say in this setting a person is stronger of mind for the way of combat.
Insert 80s movie quote here.

Gaven C.: Since there is still civilization and their whole past wasn't destroyed by a bomb.

Chim: (Ooo we also need a montage with electronic power chords).

Gator (GM): Well, let's say in this setting a person is stronger of mind for the way of combat.
Insert 80s movie quote here.

Gaven C.: Since there is still civilization and their whole past wasn't destroyed by a bomb.

Chim: (Ooo we also need a montage with electronic power chords).

Kekistani: (Heyo.)

Gaven C.: (No.)
(Hi)

Gator (GM): (Fantastic. Now do you have an idea for for the stats for Chim?

Chim: (Yeah. I think I went through everything in the document for character creation.)

Gator (GM): Good good.

Chim: (Though I wasn't sure how I should put it all into roll20 :) )

Gator (GM): In the handout tab you can up that info down.
Well, everything is in order I think.
kek will probably join us in abit.

Chim: (Ah I see, just pile it all into the bio as plain text. I was trying to add attributes :P )

Gator (GM): (I know I tried that too, doesn't work well.)
Also give me just one more minute here.

Chim: (How many hit points do I start with? I couldn't find the formula)

Gaven C.: 100hp +30 for every point in strenght 7 and up i think

Chim: Okay. I'm a weak porcupine. So 100.

Gator (GM): Yep, step 1 on pg. 15.
So STR is going to be likely the lowest stat: 2-3
and mind will be the highest stat, based on your description of the character

Chim: Yep. I added the stats I chose to my bio.

Gator (GM): Good good.
Now Kek!
You want to roll random for your character or do your own thing?

Kekistani: Would it be good to do my own thing?

Gator (GM): That would be great!
But...Because of my own bumbling we have to get going here.
So, tell me the character's species and we'll make him as we go, okay?

Kekistani: Alright. He's a Feline.

Gator (GM): Got it.

GM remembers what /desc is!

...I mean, WE BEGIN!

We join our heroes after fininshing an incredibly unorthodox method of intimidation to the illegal operation's scientists

Dust is settling on the launch pad as they decide their next move!

Jee-Still Waki stows away her newest tool, pleased to see its effectiveness.

Joanna: So Van

Ramiel sets out checking on his ship, making sure the natives didn't screw up anything on it

Chim is still in awe that the group might actually be going to Logos, and that they'd be willing to let him tag along.

Fried silver Is still in silence from the methods Joanna used back there.

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... Ram-Eel. Can this... Can I look at your star-flier?"

Joanna: Let make it clear: Pretend you're a native slave that I've bought
And not a peep you're from outside

Ramiel: "You can LOOK, You DON'T touch!"

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... I will not break star-flier. Never."

Fried silver: "Miss Joanna, are you sure these actions won't come back to harm you? I mean I was bought to be your guard for some reason and I'm sure this will lead to physical conflicts."

Chim: "I'll pretend anything you want... as long as I don't have to be in one of your videos." Chim smirks.

Joanna: (Oh so Van is now Chim?)

Chim: (No. I wasn't sure who you were talking to)

Gator (GM): (...Who is van?

Fried silver: (The ferret joanna kept from the "inncedent")

Gator (GM): (Right)
JUST THEN
Peter, the dock man approaches the group.

Pete: Now see here.

Fried silver: "Hello there sir."

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhh... Filthy liar may have done something to your star-flier... He is not to be trusted."

Pete: I'm afraid your ship has accrued some landing fees that must be settled before takeoff, mate.

Joanna: ( So wait is Van Chim or... I'm confused)

Chim: (Nope)

Box-O-Rocks: "Landing Fees, my ass."

Fried silver: (vans van, chim will offer service for space travel, exept what van did.)

Box-O-Rocks: (( What company is Sarah part of again? ))

Chim: (Haha good summary Fried)

Fried silver: (She works for Logos gov.)

Pete: "Hey now! Maintaining a ship yard isn't a charity! Unless you really want to know what landing in a swamp does to a 30 ton vehicle."

Joanna: ( Okay so I'll keep my per ferret then )

Fried Silver: "So sir what are the prices for the service then?"

Pete: You were gone for 4 days, that's 4 thosand.
in Eo dollars please, none of those Logos credit chips.

Ramiel searches on board his ship for his contract with LGI, he's pretty sure they cover stuff like this.

Chim: "How much of these so called 'landing fees' go to the local economy? I bet you spend it all off-planet, don't you?"

Pete: Oh...
Also this note came when you were gone.

Gator (GM): Pete hands Karasha (The closest person) a piece of paper.

Joanna: Hey Jee

Joanna points to the ferret "Think you can make him look more like a slave from around here."

Joanna looks at Silver "I know what I'm doing..."

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... I can try."

Van: Okay, wait
First I'd just like to say--

The ferret stops in mid sentence and runs for his dear life.

Joanna: ...

Gator (GM): You have exactly time enough for one action before he bobs the weave behind the brush.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Hm. Suule, you want me to shoot him with a paralysis dart? )

Joanna: ( Sure

Jee-Still Waki: ( Ok. )
rolling 1d100
(6)= 6
( I aint hitting shit. )

Gator (GM): The fates have spoken.
Van jumps behind a boosh.
Judging by his urgency and run speed, you do not think he will stop running for awhile.

Ramiel: (( Did I find my LGI contract or what? ))

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... I still do not understand your purpose with him... I will go back to looking at space-flier..."

Fried Silver: "Well easy come easy go, right Joanna?"

Gator (GM): ((Correct, sorry. You have found the data pad with the contract.))

Joanna: Right...

Joanna looks crossed

Jee-Still Waki: ( Right, forgot to even look at the ship. Don't think electronics will cover it, so I'll just perception check it. )
rolling 1d100+50-30
(50)+50-30= 70

Ramiel: (( It covers maintenance fees right? ))

Chim frowns, "I think he will get what he deserves on this planet. I wouldn't worry myself."

Jee-Still Waki: ( Wanted to be certain it isn't busted. And RP crap. )

Gator (GM): ((Of course))

Ramiel: (( might just be better to tell me all it covers expense-wise ))

Gator (GM): ((Contracts are never that simpe.))
(*Simple.)

Pete: So... Where my money at?

Ramiel: (( alright then, too much paperwork for me to care then. ))

Chim looks over Karasha's shoulder.

Chim: "I am curious about this though."

Gator (GM): ((Well, did you you present the contract to Pete and I did not read it?))

Ramiel steps out the ship. "I'm registered with LGI, they should cover the fees."

Ramiel: (( Don't worry about it GM, that was just a dumb joke ))

Jee-Still Waki: ( Ship lookin' good? )

Pete looks over the pad.

Pete: Yeah, that's a hill of beans here.
I take only real money.
or trade goods.

Fried Silver: "Sir Ramiel, we can cut the chit chat and I'll just pay him."

Pete: or services

Ramiel: "Fine, hold on then."

Ramiel retrieves 4k from his ship.

Chim: "Um. Do you give receipts?" Chim asks, reciting something he heard people sometimes do when they're on contracts.

Pete: No, not really.

Chim bristles.

Pete: Contracts ain't welcome 'round here.

Ramiel: "now would you kindly leave me alone."

Pete: Pleasure doing business with you.

Gator (GM): Pete returns to his shack.

Chim: "Get him to sign something saying you paid 4 thousand in docking fees. Then you can get your money back. Greedy jerks like him are why Pao is kept in such poverty."

Fried Silver: "Pete did you happen to see who planted this note on the ship?"

Gator (GM): Pete pretends not to take notice of the conversation.

Pete: you mean who handed me the note?
yeah, it was a guy with dark hair.

Fried Silver: "Yes sir.."

Ramiel: "Who's this note from anyway?"

Fried Silver: (can I roll perswade to find out more?"

Pete: didn't say much, just gave me the note and told me it was for who ran the ship here.

Gator (GM): (Sure)

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 60
(80)+60= 140

Pete: it was a human guy. He headed west to the swamps.

Fried Silver: "Well a lot of people can have dark hair and fur, any sorta race genger or any abnomitys on them?"

Pete: Human, like me.
abit older, he was wearing a suit which is weird for around here.

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhh... False Great Ones you are."

Fried Silver: "Well I'm sure the crew had no conflicts involving a dark haired man."
"So shall we head out Miss Joanna?"

Pete: I've got a special wave for the day you leave here, batty. Got my finger stretched for just the occasion!"

Chim: "So we're just going to ignore the note?"

Ramiel: "well I don't know about you, but I don't particularly care to walk into a trap."

Gator (GM): ((Yeah, it's not like you came to this planet for any particular reason.))

Fried Silver: "Wait Pete, did this man have any facial hair?"

Pete: yeah, a grey beard.

Joanna: Yeah whatever, lets

Fried Silver: "Miss Joanna sounds like the guy we're here for."

Joanna: Aren't we're here for hunny as well?

Fried Silver: "Miss that was more of a personal goal for you madam, but he may know where she is hence what the ferret said."

decision time! Up, left, or right!

Fried Silver: (west,)

Jee-Still Waki: ( I have no clue where's what. )

Fried Silver: (The note says head west.)

Gator (GM): West!
Is the swamp, up is spce, right is the village.

Jee-Still Waki: ( I'm good with West. )

Ramiel: (( How far west is the bog? ))

Gator (GM): Afew hours walk

Chim: (West. Chim can't resist a spot of curiosity. And curiosity only kills cats. :P )

Ramiel: alright, may as well head west.
"Just to let you know, this will almost certainly be a trap."

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhh... Joahnah. I want to check your health." Jee-Still says, retrieving the medical analyzer from her bag.

Ramiel sends his drone up.

Jee-Still Waki: "The parasite on your back. I want to make sure you are not sick."

Chim: "I've gotten out of traps before," Chim says confidently. Then he blinks and seems to remember recent events.

Fried Silver Pulls out his pistols in case of an ambush.

Ramiel has his drone gain altitude, and he tries to get a good view of the area

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... When we are safe..." Jee-Still says, storing away the medical analyzer.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+35
(90)+35= 125

Gator (GM): Across the swamp you where someone shout, "So you came!"
You find that visability sucks here.

Joanna: The only thing that thing can say probably is how pissed off I am

Gator (GM): You see a human figure across the swamp with some sort of mechanical soldier body guards.

Jee-Still Waki retrieves and readies a .45 M2 from her rucksack of scrap and other junk. "Hhhh... Watch ground. Take careful steps."

Gator (GM): Excuse me a sec, stretch break.

Ramiel finds ground under the brush around him, "multiple figures ahead."

Chim: (FYI I have about half an hour before I have to take off for my tax date)

Chim takes out his dart revolver, "Maybe I'll get a chance to try this thing out!" He loads a sedative dart.

Fried Silver: "Well there sir."
(GM?)

Gator (GM): (Back, just had to scan some mail for my bro.)

Chim: (That was like a full yoga class ;) )

Gator (GM): Just then!
A laser pointer beams through the fog and targets Ramiel's drone!
(You get one action to react!)
rolling 1d100+50+10
(15)+50+10= 75
Are you going to dodge?

Fried Silver: (box.)

Gator (GM): (I think he would dodge, he must have connection issues.)
(Well let's pretend the bullets are on their way and continue as if shots have been made.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Should we go into initiative and prepare for combat? )

Fried Silver: (yeah.)

Gator (GM): (Before that though.)

Jee-Still Waki: ( Can I make an echolocation roll if we're not going into combat then? )

a voice sounds from across the swamp, "I'm sorry I hope you understand my misgivings torwards flying drones."

Fried Silver: "Just don't shoot the sentient robot is all I ask."

Gator (GM): Lasers beam through the fog and target party members.

Jee-Still Waki: ( Just those three? )

Nighthorse: So, I see you got my note

Fried Silver: "Yes we got the note."

Gator (GM): (Okay, you get a laser pointer too!)

Jee-Still Waki: ( Oh well shit )
( We fully surrounded )

Chim: "Um. Guys?"

Gator (GM): (Well, you kinda have to know these guys last encounter.

Jee-Still Waki: ( So no go on the echolocation? )

Fried Silver: "Yes Chim."

Gator (GM): (You can use Echo whenever you like!

Jee-Still Waki: ( Thanks pal. )

Chim: "This isn't good."

Gator (GM): (I'm sorry, sometimes I miss text. Let me get me glasses.)

Jee-Still Waki: rolling 1d100+50+30
(38)+50+30= 118

NH: "Trust me, you'll be considered lucky after this conversation!

Gator (GM): You echo!

Fried Silver: "So I assume you want us to do something for you then."

Gator (GM): You find that there are giant crustacaens wandering the mud. Not exactly uncommon here.
Further, it appears some of these metal men are knee deep in the bog and are effectively stuck. Still, not much of a problem for them to aim and shoot, but they certainly won't give chase.

Nightie: "Oh, I think you'll want to."
"Tell me, how is Sarah? You haven't actually seen her in awhile."

Ramiel: back now
Sorry about that

Gator (GM): (They took a pot shot at your drone for 75, you get 1 reaction)

Ramiel: okay
rolling 1d100+30
(66)+30= 96

Fried Silver: "She's handling a fiasco on Logos so I assume she a bit stressful."

Gator (GM): The bullet misses and zips into the distance!

Ramiel: (( Did you note that I hid in the brush before he spoke or was I in their sights before then? ))

Nightie: Sure, I imagine.

Gator (GM): ((You walked into a trap so hard it had a bow on it.)
(But really though, he hates that drone.)

Ramiel: (( got it ))

Nightie: Tell me, have you don't you find it strange that she has been in medical care this entire time?

Night: After all, Logos has some of the best medical care available. Yet a simple shock has her out for, what, three weeks now?

Ramiel sends his drone higher up

Fried Silver: (( Jee, if things go south want to try to get the lobsters to attack the guards.)

Jee-Still Waki: ( I have no clue how to, but OK. )

Gator (GM): Targets return to the drone.

Chim: (Sowwy guys I gotta book. Try to keep the porcupine alive, kay?! :)

Jee-Still Waki: ( And well, she did have exposure to the dark-zone when her helmet got fucked up. )

Gator (GM): (No promises! Have fun!)

Chim: (... and it was just getting exciting!)

Gator (GM): (Thanks for joining us today!)

Fried Silver: "Sir she's been shocked while in the DM, and iv'e been struck while in one and trust me they pack a punch sir."

Night: I won't beat around the bush: Your friend took a very nasty hit. Right now she is suffering from what is called 'systemic damage'

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh? Thi- I... I have not heard of this. What is wrong with this Sarah?"

Fried Silver: "What does her health have to do with any of this?"

Night: Lord knows how she got it and I will spare the medical speak, the short of it is that she is going to die unless..."
I know you are after me so I have a proposition. I can supply you with bio-gel, about the only thing that can save her, if you back off. Report me dead to your superiors

Gator (GM): brtb

Fried Silver Whispers "So, should we take the offer Ramiel?"

Ramiel: "This sounds like a crock of shit."

Gator (GM): (Back)

Fried Silver Whispers "Yeah, It's best not to trust a bunch of cultists."

Ramiel: "But this also, a bad position we're in, so I say take it. "

Fried Silver: "Jee your stand?"

Gaven C.: (yello?)

Jee-Still Waki: ( My bad )

Gator (GM): ((The group huddle.)

Jee-Still Waki: ( Yes, I'll summon my stand, [The Witch Doctor] )

Ramiel: (( I need to pop out for stuff on my end,so I say we take it, and go after him later if possible. ))

Jee-Still Waki: "Hhhh... I have never heard of Bio-Gel... I want to study it if possible."
"And I cannot see everyone fleeing without getting hurt..."

Gator (GM): ((Sorry, I mean bio-matter. Bio-gel isn't even in the book!))

Gaven C.: "Well we'll take your offer sir."

Night: "And you will see that the LGI thinks I'm gone?"
"As you are all good and honorable people?"

Gaven C.: "Yes mister Night."

Ramiel: "Well i don't see how we could refuse in such a friendly environment. "

Gator (GM): Very good.
He says.

Night: "I anticipated this decision. Go tell that Peter to give over my cargo, that's the stuff."

Ramiel: (( Alright, I'm heading out for family stuff. ))
\(( catch you all later. ))

Gator (GM): Yeah, let's wrap up here.
Quest completetion: 50 xp.

Gaven C.: (See ya ram.)

Gator (GM): Anyway, things are heating up at home so I've got to roll.
Next week we can go into your guys' cunning betrayal!
Later man!