Space RPG Session #10

WE BEGIN

New Space appears! Our heroes venture the unknown and also their feelings! They are confronted by mechania most bizarre!

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/MFrrSANNCbE
Joanna!

Fried Silver: "So, How did ya end up in that prison back when we first met?"

Jakob Yasha: ( What exactly are we fighting? The swiss army knives? )

GM (GM): Anyone have fringe science?

Ramiel: "Long Story. In short, don't tell those guys to fuck off when they have guns pointed at you."

Jakob Yasha: ( Nope. )

GM (GM): Then you are fighting twinkly ghost clocks.

Jakob Yasha: ( Rad. We Digimon now. )

Fried Silver: "So what were ya doing in that dictator wasteland?"

GM (GM): Joanna! Actions!

Fried Silver: "I mean I seen no drugs or and weapons you smuggling."

GM (GM): (Guess we skip him this round.)

Jakob! Actions?

Fried Silver: "Oh sorry sir, I suppose that the "Fixing" Messed up my software."

Ramiel: "I cut through their airspace to save time."

Jakob Yasha: ( Charge forward and smack shit. )

Fried Silver: "Well I suppose rushing to the 2 for 1 deal on the Dinners for one backfired."

Jakob Yasha: ( That's 9 squares; I can reach those two back there. )

GM (GM): A prudent action.

Jakob Yasha: ( Disrupt them. )

GM (GM): Oh!

Jakob Yasha: ( Smash the brighter, more solid swiss army knife. )
( Did I do something wrong?

Box-O-Rocks: "You're telling me man..."

GM (GM): ((Sorry, I remembered, I remade the Mental Health table. That was kind of a big one.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Is there an additional affliction I've received? )

GM (GM): ((No, not really. It's just official and on paper now. It's been a rough few days so it's taking time to remember.))
So roll to bear claw!

Jakob Yasha: ( Alright. Also, agility of 9 gives three actions still, right? )

Fried Silver: "And well, sorry abou the breakdown from you guys 'fixing' me, and the 'Living machines' didn't help out at all too."

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+45
(89)+45= 134

GM (GM): yep
That's a hit.
Behold!

Jakob Yasha: ( Smashing the red robbit. )

GM (GM): Mystery of the machines!
rolling 1d100
(86)= 86

Box-O-Rocks: "Don't mention it, I'll put it on your tab."

GM (GM): Nope, takes damage as normal

Jakob Yasha: ( Behold! As it takes the hit! )
rolling 12d10+130
(1+3+9+7+10+9+8+7+7+1+2+8)+130= 202

GM (GM): Yeah, the machine scatters into emphemeral glitter.

Jakob Yasha: ( Rollan to smash the one here. )

GM (GM): sure.

Jakob Yasha: ( Last action. )
rolling 1d100+45
(34)+45= 79

GM (GM): rolling 1d100
(97)= 97
It's good.

Jakob Yasha: rolling 12d10+130
(10+8+9+10+7+8+10+2+4+1+8+7)+130= 214
( End turn. Out of actions. )

GM (GM): Mavhine!
They turn to jakob and fire bolts!
rolling 1d100+15
(26)+15= 41
rolling 1d100
(65)= 65
It's a hit
rolling 3d10+30
(4+1+10)+30= 45

GM (GM): Sorry,
That's wrong
rolling 1d10+10
(7)+10= 17
17 damage

Jakob Yasha: "I'LL RIP YOU ROBOT TRASH INTO PIECES THEN TEAR THOSE TO PIECES!" Jakob screams at the machines in rage.

GM (GM): It shoots you again!

Jakob Yasha: ( Right, and the space suits that were passed out were 50s and 100s right? )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+15
(67)+15= 82
(Right
rolling 1d10+10
(7)+10= 17
17 again

Fried Silver: "So, not to sound like a murderous machine, but I have cooking files on Pigs, Cows and Chickens."

Jakob Yasha: ( I still have mine from the station, I think I got the 100 one and I can't remember who else got the 2nd one. )
( 34 damage, 66 suit HP overall. )

GM (GM): The other machine fires at Joanna who is behind cover!

Fried Silver: "So pease dont make any fooding or food puns with them around."

Jakob Yasha: ( Or I'm wrong, if someone else remembers and I got the 50 suit one. )

GM (GM): Well, the 50 suit can wear armor

Jakob Yasha: ( Sadly don't have that. We're dirt poor. )

GM (GM): So what are you wearing right now is the factor.

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm wearing rock hard pecs. )

GM (GM): pg. 80
Nope, thin suit: 10hp or below is a breach.

Jakob Yasha: ( It's torn then? )

Fried Silver: "So if this is all a bunch of fake memories from a certian "person", they sure have a messed up sence of humor dont they?"

Jakob Yasha: ( Ah well. )

GM (GM): You should have 16 left on it.
50-34

Jakob Yasha: ( Alright then. Hanging on the edge. )
( Anyway, you were rolling for one of the robots attacks? )

GM (GM): ANyway!
Yeah.

Box-O-Rocks: "Maybe... Maybe you're files are older than you think if what you say is true."

GM (GM): Shooting at Serpico
How has cover
rolling 1d100+15-40
(84)+15-40= 59
Hit
rolling 1d100
(65)= 65
Dio!

GM (GM): You take
rolling 1d10+10 damage
(6)+10= 16
((Very consistent rolls today!
Next!

Fried Silver: "Well all I could say to that is that I'd me the most un-advance human relic ever, ."

GM (GM): The machine moves and attaches to it's last comrade to increase it's size and complexity.

Jakob Yasha: "MAKE YOURSELF BIGGER; I ONLY GOT MORE TO TAKE APART TIN CAN!"

GM (GM): Alfredo, your turn!

Box-O-Rocks: "Who knows man, I'd just not worry about it. You're with us now."

GM (GM): Hey man!
Okay, let's have a head check. Who is here today?

Fried Silver: I

Jakob Yasha: ( Yo. )

GM (GM): Okay! Spotlight is going to go with Jak!

Jakob Yasha: ( Suule might still be here. The roll20 doesn't always make the notification ping when you're off tab. )
( Rad. )

Box-O-Rocks: (( I'm here. ))

Alfredo Cyrus: (( im about 70% here))

GM (GM): Ah, okay.
You wanna take a turn?

Alfredo Cyrus: remind m e where were at again

Jakob Yasha: ( Aw, my precious light )
( We're out in space-darkness typhoon. )

Alfredo Cyrus: ( oh and the monster machine things ok )

GM (GM): (Fighting floating ghost machines.)

Fried Silver: (Yall in the Dank sector of logos.)

Jakob Yasha: ( Crack Horse wanted to explore, saw some astronauts mining, and then they got shot by something. We're fighting that something, and I smashed two of that something. )
( And the remaining two DNA Digivolved into a tank. )

GM (GM): About covers it.

Alfredo Cyrus: (alrighty roo)

Jakob Yasha: ( Also you got hit for 16 )

GM (GM): Ramiel! As you two discuss the pecularities of how you got here, the com lights up! "Attention LWSS Cyclone! Respond!"

Fried Silver: "Uh, ram you know all of that space lingo, what did he mean my that?"

Box-O-Rocks immediately perks up as the lights return. He shakes his head to clear his mind, and he responds. "We're here! We're here! Is the Dark Sector Gone?"

Alfredo Cyrus: ill fire my pistol down the hallway twoards the monster ghost thing
rolling 1d100+30
(93)+30= 123

Comms: "Cyclone! This is SG Merlina. Dark Sector confirmed for still active. State your intent."

GM (GM): if if there ever was.

Box-O-Rocks: "I fled for my ship once the Dark Sector happened. I didn't know anywhere to get a pod. I'm a more recent arrival."

GM (GM): Roll damage, alfredo?

Alfredo Cyrus: rolling 1d100+20
(47)+20= 67
rolling 1d10+20
(1)+20= 21
sry that nvm the 100

Merlina: Clearly. Return to dock or exit station space, traffici is not permitted during as DS event.

GM (GM): Dio! You fire down the hall and shear into the machines frame!

Fried Silver: "Well just when we were about to leave they just pull us back in won't ya say?"

Box-O-Rocks: "Yeah, I'll try. Can you give me some space?"

GM (GM): Any other actions, snakey?

Alfredo Cyrus: m no

Merlina: You being smart, Cyclone?

GM (GM): Jacob!

Jakob Yasha: ( Yee. )

GM (GM): Ja-corn-on-the-kob!

Jakob Yasha: ( Smashing. )
rolling 1d100+45
(67)+45= 112

GM (GM): That's a hit.
hp is below min damage!

Jakob Yasha: rolling 12d10+130
(5+5+8+10+8+8+1+1+10+4+4+5)+130= 199

GM (GM): With a overhead swat you smash the larger machine, it disappears in a sizzle.

Box-O-Rocks moves to pull his ship back into dock. "Unless you're definition of being smart is trying to avoid collapsing a hanger, no."

Fried Silver: "So, I don't know what you belive, but I find it funny that we have the at least 2 or 3 evil animals from the good book in our rag tag group."

Merlina: Thank you for you compliance, and have a nice day!

Jakob Yasha: "Garbage machines!" Jakob yells at the empty space they once were.

Fried Silver: "And we could just dock inside a hanger the farthest away from the DR

GM (GM): You have now learned that Logos has a patrol squadron

Jakob Yasha: ( The words of a poet, I is with these lines. )
( Check on astronauts? )

GM (GM): You check astronauts
Specs seems fine but he is clutching a suit breach on Rocker

Jakob Yasha: ( I don't have anything on hand that can fix that. )

Specs: Dangit dangit dangit, man!

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm... How far is a safe spot to put Rocker? )

Box-O-Rocks rests in his seat after dock. "Wonder what their patrol ties are... seem pretty diligent to patrol Dark Sectors."

Jakob Yasha: ( Out of insta-death zone? )

Joanna: Calmo down will you?

GM (GM): (About 100 ft.
Really, they didn't get too far.

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm. Think I can carry him, try to cover up the breach, and book it to the safe zone? )
( Should I roll for a success on something like that? )
( 13 strength, 9 agility. )

GM (GM): Not realy.

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm. )

GM (GM): Rocker fortunately doesn't weigh a quarter ton so he is within your weight limit

Jakob Yasha: "Is there anything nearby that can seal it up?" Jakob asks Specs.

Joanna: Duct tape?

GM (GM): "No, not really" says specs.
"just help me get him back. It's hold the rift as best as I can!"

Jakob Yasha: "Hmm." Jakob grunts, trying to assist Specs.

GM (GM): Carry them back?

Jakob Yasha: ( I'll try to. )

Fried Silver: ((soory internet problems.)

GM (GM): ((Happens to us all.))
You return specs and rocker. They quickly recover and set to go back into the DS.
They thank you by giving you a chunk of GM, about 2,000 worth!

Jakob Yasha: ( +1 Paragon )

Fried Silver: "Well the DS are dangerious places, so I assume it to keep people out of it."

Jakob Yasha: ( Alright cool, got 2000 game masters. )

Alfredo Cyrus: ( dang dude you know how much we could make with that )

Jakob Yasha: ( At least 2000 magical realms )

GM (GM): 20 whole dollars?

Fried Silver: 'I mean we Got a Goat, a Snake and I think Uniorns are unholy creatures."

Joanna: HEY!

GM (GM): Joanna and Alfredo! You find yourselves int the every translucent hallway!

Jakob Yasha: ( I ditched y'all to help out some peeps and go shoe shopping. )

GM (GM): There are mobis, gaps in the stuctures. A find of grav mat, claimed by your astro friends, and something like a door down the hall.

Joanna: Let's go for the door!

Fried Silver: "Well I'm just saying, and its not like it matters since we're man made soulless beigns."

Alfredo Cyrus: "agreed, this sint the best place for us to be" /me holsters my pistol and slithers down the hall to the door

GM (GM): -10 penalty then, roll away!

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+5
(14)+5= 19
( No dice. )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(87)+25= 112

Jakob Yasha: ( Super no dice. )

GM (GM): You get 2000 and are told to like it.

Box-O-Rocks: "It really doesn't matter man. Just live your own life."

Jakob Yasha: ( Alright, $2000 dollarydoos. )

GM (GM): Upon approach, the door opens!

Fried Silver: "Well I mean yeah, And I just think I need some down time since of what happened at the "repair" shop"

Alfredo Cyrus slithers to the edge of the entrance to see or here anything inside

Box-O-Rocks: "Yeah, there's some room in the back.Catch some rest while we wait."

Joanna peers inside "This is one trippy part of the station that we're in."

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+5
(6)+5= 11
( His negotiation is on par with that of a 5 year old trying to sell rocks for 20 bucks. )

Alfredo Cyrus agreed slowly unholsters my stack smg but doesnt move

GM (GM): They take pity on you and voluteer to patch your suit with some logos suit materials.

Jakob Yasha: ( Does that add any further costs? )

Fried Silver: "Well I mean like not being used for combat and not having a breakdown. Like a BBQ or maybe going to a mall that doesn't have a Debt to a mafia."

GM (GM): (This spotlight token is quickly being like the eye of sauron here.
Alfredo!
(No, jakob, they have taken alot of pity on you.)

Alfredo Cyrus: I-IT WASNT ME

GM (GM): You enter a large room with three other entrances.

Jakob Yasha: ( Alright. I'll fork over the 1230 dollars. )

Fried Silver: (look on the bright side, if ya die ya got that clone guy.)

Jakob Yasha: ( ... And I'll by some abrasive materials to fix up any more tears. Just in case. )

GM (GM): To your right you see a fox scientist peaking building some monitoring equipment, you think.

Jakob Yasha: ( 5 rolls of duct tape will suffice. )

GM (GM): 5$
There you go.

Jakob Yasha: ( Thanks. I'll rush back out and try to regroup with the others. )

Fried Silver: "So, you know any jokes?"

Joanna walks over the the scientist "Hey, you there..."

Fox: What?

Box-O-Rocks dryly responds. "Nope."

Joanna: What are you doing over there, this sector's dangerous

GM (GM): The fox, seeing you all are armed and armored, draws her gun, it's barrel glows red, likely an energy weapon

Box-O-Rocks: "Look, if you're looking for something to do, you can try and hail tour team over the comms. I'm not really in the mood to hear Joanna and I just know she'll survive."

Jakob Yasha: "We are not enemies. Lower the weapon." Jakob grunts.

GM (GM): ((I should note, Jakob's suit now looks very cool)

Joanna: Put down your weapon, we're not here to harm you

Jakob Yasha notes something. He looks to Alfredo and says "Your weapon. Don't shoot it. If it hits the walls or floor, a surge will happen and shock us all with electricity."

Alfredo Cyrus slowly holsters my smg stack gun but stays at the entrance in saftey

Jakob Yasha continues, "The two men told me this. Energy weapons are fine. Yours is dangerous here."

Fried Silver "Uh, is this thing on, if so are you guys all right?"

GM (GM): The fox does not put her weapon down.

Joanna: (I'll try negotiation with her)

Jakob Yasha: ( Joanna, roll to convince? You're the only one here with an actually good mind stat. )

Joanna: Listen we don't want to do anything bad to you.

Fox: I'm on LGI business. If you want sweet loot then keep moving.

Joanna: rolling 1d100+35+20
(57)+35+20= 112

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(7)+30= 37
She bought it!
She holsters her weapon. "Sorry, I get jumpy working alone. I'm Sarah, LGI."

Alfredo Cyrus slithers out to join joanna and jakob still having my helmet fastened

Joanna smiles "I'm Joanna... the actress."

Jakob Yasha: "Hm. Jakob." Jakob grunts in a disinterested manner.

Fried Silver "Madam are you ok? do you need any help?"

Sarah: Right, so are you hear to grab grav mat?

Jakob Yasha: "Tin can. You are with Ramiel?"

Fried Silver: "Yes, both of us are fine."

GM (GM): (hear ugh, )

Joanna: We're actually here because I'm a curious girl

Fried Silver: (Ugh)

Sarah: Good a reason as any. I'm here to stabilize the sector.

Fried Silver: "Jakob is joanna still not responding cause of the event?"

Jakob Yasha: "She is fine. We got attacked by metal trash that disappeared after being broken. But we are all fine." Jakob responds.

Alfredo Cyrus: (( gonna be working on my new character. yel at me if im not paying attention ))

GM (GM): The fox looks at the instruments abit with worry.

Joanna: Stabilize? What do you mean by that

Jakob Yasha: "Fox woman. There were robots that attacked us earlier. They are no longer here. Do you know of them?"
( Sorry, forgot she was talking about something else. )

Sarah: Well, with a Dark Sector it can go to ways: It stabilizes and the station gets new tracks of land, or it destabilizes and half the station burns out, leading to emergency repairs that lasts for months if years.

Joanna: Well great and you're looking concerned because the latter's gonna happen right?

Sarah: Those are constructs, aka Dark Cons.
okay, I can see we need to start at 00

GM (GM): This place?

Fried Silver: "So Ram, ya got any favorite foods?"

Sarah: it's kind of neither here nor somewhere else.
why do you think everything is purple? Molecular blueshift. Anyway.
Those machines run come with the structure and buzz around doing who knows what. Like the rest of this area they are half here and half somewhere else.
let's make it real simple.
you guys like Gelatine, right?

Joanna: Let's say I do

Sarah: Heathen...

Box-O-Rocks: "I like kiwis."

Joanna: Lady I can teach you a thing or two about gelatin and the low point of my career
But not now and not here

Sarah: Well, Gell-o (tm) has different states. Too hot and it's liquid, too cold and is an ice cube. Normally it's jelly like.

Fried Silver: "As in the fruit or the animal?"

Sarah: that's this place, If being a liquid was not existing and too cold was being solid then this place is Gell-o

Fried Silver: "Cause I swear I seen some animals still animals, Like Dodos'/"

Sarah: And I want it to be ice cubes.

Joanna: So we're between worlds?

Sarah: the robots you probably fought, are also Gell-O. They came from Gell-O land.
yep.

Box-O-Rocks: "The fruit... pineapples are fine too."

Sarah: and there is a ton of energy involved. There are structures here that push it to solid-land but I need to locate them and help it along.

Fried Silver: "All this Gell-o talks makes be want to whip up a batch, mut alas there is no kitchen in sight."

GM (GM): brb

Joanna: Right, anything we can be of help with or do you prefer to work alone?

Box-O-Rocks: "Welcome to the wonderful world of schooners."

Jakob Yasha: ( Hey, my suggestion is we should scavenge as much as we can while exploring. We're strap for cash, and whatever we can pocket will help in the long run. )

Joanna: ( Yep )

Jakob Yasha: ( Sarah said this room's clear, so let's look elsewhere. )

Fried Silver: "So I assume your diet is restraunt and no need to cook foods?"

GM (GM): (back)

Box-O-Rocks: "Pretty much that and canned foods on the job,"

Sarah: Hell no. The rest of LGI is looking for some radical nutjob on the station.

Dio: ((gotta bounce guys ill be back in about an hour))

GM (GM): ((Later man!))

Jakob Yasha: ( See ya man. )

Fried Silver: "And I assume you don't bathe either since there are no showers on this thing, cause i need to get rig of the "living" gunk and fluids off of me."
(c ya)

Sarah: you want to be deputies? Sure. Venture the sector and comm me if you find any apex points. You'll notice them by the obvious blinding light they emanate.

Joanna: Aright
Also what radical nutjob?

Jakob Yasha: ( Oh yeah Suule, don't shoot any bullet weapons. If you miss, it'll shock us all with electricity. )

Fried Silver: "Well, I guess I'll try and find them and go help them out to speed up their process then."

Sarah: ...Yeah... Uh, could you forget I said that?
you really shouldn't know about that.

Joanna: (( Gotcha ))

Fried Silver "Madam need any help with the DR Sit?"

GM (GM): Options: N, E, S

Joanna: S

GM (GM): Also, take the ship, fire on the zone, and make everyone suffer!@

Jakob Yasha: ( I agree. South. )

Fried Silver: Genesis
"Guys, is my visor acting up or is everything pitch black for the rest of yall."

GM (GM): ((Populating.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Activate flash light function on my phone. )

You enter the south hall. There you see two men in heavy space suits, you assume, you can't tell a thing with them as well as a wolf man and large turtle.

Fried Silver: "So Joanna, while Im here idoling, any thing you wan tas your next meal?"

This room, like the others, is translucent and shimmering. Most noticible is a gigantic hole in the center of the room, it almost looks like some space dock.

Jakob Yasha: ( Mind if I roll perception? Might be something we're missing. )

GM (GM): Sure!

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+15
(82)+15= 97

Joanna: I'm not really in the mood to think about food

Box-O-Rocks: "You in the mood to fill me in about 'Upside-Down Land?"

GM (GM): Perception attack!
You notice that 1: These guys are pretending not to notice you guys, but you see that they never let you out of their field of vision.

Fried Silver: "You mean what I was talking about earlies with the pure humans?"

GM (GM): 2: Their suits aren't logos. Actually, they look very well armored.
3: You note that on their backpacks, everyone of theme has a nuclear symbol sticker.

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm. What's your thoughts, Suule? )

Fried Silver: (hello?)

Joanna: ( Was getting my meds )
( I Don't like this setup... I think they're gonna attack us if we'll look funny )

Jakob Yasha: ( Think we should attack first or try leaving? )
( Go East? )

Joanna: (I'd go east yes )

Jakob Yasha: ( Let's a-go then. )

GM (GM): (Gimme a sec
East
This room appears to be a dead end. There are three podiums here.
Ah, and a giant glowing light sorce.

Jakob Yasha: ( And the mosiac art piece? )

Fried Silver: The closest joanna would get to being art.

GM (GM): I just type in a pull a result

Jakob Yasha: ( Mind if I roll perception again? Then afterwards a scavenge roll? )

Joanna takes slow unsure steps as she walks towards the ord

GM (GM): Sure!

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+15
(60)+15= 75

GM (GM): You look around.

Jakob Yasha: ( Goin for scavenge next. )
rolling 1d100+15
(93)+15= 108

GM (GM): The walls are decorated with switchs and indicators which don't really do much in this phase of reality.

Fried Silver: "Madam Im glad that I finally caught up with you?"

GM (GM): You find Grav Mat!

Joanna inspects the globe

Joanna: rolling 1d100+35
(73)+35= 108

Jakob Yasha: ( How much? )

GM (GM): You examine the globe!
About 7 cubic feet of gm
Joanna!
You look upon the orb!

Fried Silver: "Madam im sure staring at bright object are bad for your eyes."

GM (GM): You see that it is actually a focal point of some kind!
A concentration of energy into a single point!
Also, you are blinded!

Joanna: AUGH
I think we found one of those points the foxgirl wanted

GM (GM): ((The dangers of a perception roll.))

Fried Silver: "Well this is a sight for sore eyes won't you say?"

Jakob Yasha: "Let's tell her then." Jakob says, switching channels to Sarah's. "Fox woman. We found a point."

Sarah: Acknowledge, I be right there.

Jakob Yasha: "Be careful. There's four people there that might be dangerous."

Fried Silver walk to one of the purple machines and examines it.

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 40
(15)+40= 55

GM (GM): The machine appears to be busy examining the floor.

Joanna: I'm gonna smack you if you don't stop trying to be funny
After I regain my sight

GM (GM): Roll to blink

Fried Silver: "Madam the last time that happened bad things happened remember?"

GM (GM): Anyway, the scientist arrives.
Her helmet goes tinted and she starts setting up a device.

Ramiel debates between sending his drone, and taking a nap.

GM (GM): Just then, pink flash of light!

Jakob Yasha: ( Phone posting . Grabbing dinner early. )

Fried Silver: "So Madam, what did you do to me when we were at the repair shop?"

GM (GM): Just then, a crack of thunder!
The room lights up and energy surges in all directions!

Fried Silver: "Sauc re blue!"

Joanna: Wiped your memory and installed few measures to prevent you from acting retarded

GM (GM): Everyone! Roll 1d100!

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 +
(23)= 23

GM (GM): On doubles the fate of conduction shows mercy!

Joanna: rolling 1d100
(77)= 77
( BATEMAAAAANNNNNNNNNN )

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100
(44)= 44

GM (GM): By luck, the bolts find the ground and dances around you...
Except our robot man.
You take retro 80s sfx right in the chest.
rolling 10d10
(1+5+6+7+7+4+9+6+1+2)= 48
48 to the breastplate.
Plasma flavored instant cosmic noodles

Joanna: ( I have no breastplate I think )

Jakob Yasha: ( No it hit Silver )

Fried Silver Fried stands up after the shocking blast. "Why do the bad things always happen to me?"

GM (GM): (Yeah, It's not easy being a gm. I say roll doubles, a 1 in 10 chance. And you guys get 66% percent.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Kek always blesses his followers )

GM (GM): Wait.
You notice something has changed!
It appears the dark cons have gone offline!

Jakob Yasha: ( dark cons? )

Fried Silver: "And Joanna can you at least say it in a nice tone?"

GM (GM): Also, the grav mat appears to be sizzling with electricity!

Jakob Yasha: ( Ah shit, the one I picked up? l

GM (GM): ((The robots you smashed earlier?))
((I thought you sold that bit?))

Jakob Yasha: ( No, the 7 cubic feet I picked up )
( For the scavenge roll )
( And thanks )

GM (GM): Well,
Well for one.
7 cubit feet is like a fridge.

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm an American, not a engineer. I don't know these things. )

GM (GM): Which isn't impossible for you just unexpected.

Joanna: (I'm gonna go to sleep guys. Can barely keep up )
(See ya around )

GM (GM): Well, then, you absorb the electiricity with your body.

Fried Silver: (See ya.)

GM (GM): Later!

Jakob Yasha: ( Crap man, hope you get to feeling better )
( Crap. What's the damage? )

GM (GM): ((Yeah, it's the bug, man.))
rolling 10d10
(7+6+1+1+1+10+6+9+4+2)= 47

Jakob Yasha: ( And should I roll strength to carry the GM? )

GM (GM): 47, a bolt of plasma.

Joanna: ( Later )

Jakob Yasha: ( Like a backpack? And does the armor block the plasma? )

GM (GM): ((I swear I had the same thing he has.__
I don't really know.

Jakob Yasha: ( You passed it through the game to him )

GM (GM): You freaking guybrush it.
Right down the pants.

Jakob Yasha: ( Not my precious lightning rod )

GM (GM): brb

Jakob Yasha: ( Wonder how much 7 cubic feet of GM is worth. Will gladly spread the wealth to help everyone out if I can chug it out of here. )

Fried Silver: "So Miss Fox what are you exactly doing with the energy source with that machine?"

GM (GM): Backsie
Anyway!
I did a gm roll
She took a hit
A bad one, actually.
With a tremendous crack she is knocked off the platform and at your feet!

Jakob Yasha: ( Shit. Perceptioning her, make sure there's no tear. )
rolling 1d100+15
(76)+15= 91

GM (GM): She is hit bad!
Multiple suit breaches and her helmet is cracked!

Jakob Yasha: ( Shit. Should I roll to patch it all up with the 5 duct tape? )

GM (GM): You imagine her suit took the bulk of the charge, but she is unconscious!
Yes!
If you want

Jakob Yasha: ( What's the roll? )

GM (GM): Not like she owes you money or anything.
Welp, invention.
Difficulty 70

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm a nice goiy. I'll help her then demand money later )

Fried Silver: "Why do things always go AWOL when im on the scene?"

Jakob Yasha: ( Silver, what's your mind? I got 3 and no invention )

Fried Silver: 8

GM (GM): (Your character is a literal lighting rod.))

Fried Silver: Ill do it

GM (GM): Or science.
Or anything really.

Jakob Yasha: "Tin can! Her suit is torn! Help!" Jakob yells through the intercomm.

Fried Silver: So id get a natual 70 if this is science.

GM (GM): Somewhere between know nothing and no something. Right there is your ability to apply duct tape.

Jakob Yasha: ( Can he get a bonus to the roll if I assist? )

GM (GM): Yes

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 40
(75)+40= 115

GM (GM): +10
Good enough!

Jakob Yasha: ( How much duct tape is left? )

GM (GM): You wrap her up as best as you can. she looks more like a mummy and her face is completely obscured.

Ramiel perks up, "How bad is it?"

Jakob Yasha: ( Silver, want to stay here while I leg it woth her back to the safe zone? The tape is only temporary. )

GM (GM): You have 1 tape left.

Jakob Yasha: ( Nice. )

GM (GM): Okay, 3 tape left.

Fried Silver: "JAKOB LETS HAUL OUT! WE CANT DO THIS STUFF! WE DONT HAVE THE KNOW HOW!"

GM (GM): (grav mat is 10k per cbft I should point out.)

Jakob Yasha: "She is fine for now, but we should all leave. Now." Jakob commands.

Fried Silver: (Well I can try toi do her jobwith 3 science.)

Jakob Yasha: ( Fucking awesome. Can I get it and her out no problem or should I roll? )

GM (GM): Have you caculated your lift strength?

Jakob Yasha: ( I got a STR of 13 )

GM (GM): Yeah,

Fried Silver Fried Looks at the machine "Okay, this is just oure energy, EVERYTHING TO BE AFRAID OF."

GM (GM): You could pick them up and a small eastern made car.
1300 bls

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 70
(60)+70= 130

Jakob Yasha: ( Let's fucken leg it then. And sell the stuff for a nice pile of cash )

Ramiel: "Are you guys finally headed out?"

Fried Silver: (Well i sorta did her job with that roll.)

Jakob Yasha: "Yes. We're moving out now."

GM (GM): You look at the machine FS! It appears that the electricity burned out afew circuits. Still you think hitting afew switches will get it working.

Jakob Yasha: ( Ah yeah, thanks Silver. Would've left that there. )

Fried Silver: "Okay, Eni meenie mine moe."

GM (GM): With a very spectacular Vsssssssssuuu sound the atoms of the sector decelerate into the current dimension you are in!

Fried Silver "Well, Thats was a stroke of smart luck wont you say fozzy?"

GM (GM): The machine unfortunately capaciatates all it can and melts into slag!

Fried Silver: "Well lets go in full throttle and rush her to the ER now!"
We'll do that, next time!
Let's conclude and move on to XP!

GM (GM): ...Actually, we have missing afew people.
I'll remember the xp for dio and suule.
Jakob gets +40 xp for all the saving he does.
Silver gets +50xp for saving the day, spectacularly.
Box! You get nothing! Get out of the car, man!