Cleve 05/24

<Antioch|GM> ...
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<Antioch|GM> Cleveland's gone to hell the night after the funeral. It's all over the news. Riots in the streets, houses burning down, gangster and criminals running rampant. Cameron's busy running damage control for the city, but Primus got hit hard. The news stations -- and pretty much every other major faction -- got sent a devastating packet of information. The worst
<Antioch|GM> of which is that the rest of the Cleveland knows his brother's identity as Cantus Aureus. ||
<-> Nonagon is now known as Non|Nachzehrer
<CG|Artful> Freddie had not expected to wake up to this... bullshit. That was the only word for it. It seemed like a lot of the info that had gotten out had screwed a lot of villains over, which was whatever. They had that shit coming. But his brother was the last person that deserved to be fucked with. Have his identity leaked, his life ruined.
<CG|Artful> He taps his finger rapidly in double time, to accompany a slow, heavy, and plodding drum line that a nasally voiced rapper flows over in his headphones.
<CG|Artful> What to do... What to do... He continues to watch the city burn from a window while he thinks.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> There are too many headlines to track, but a few stick out -- "Capo II Missing As Chaos In Cleveland Unfolds," "Protectorate Reinforcements Arrive To Quell Riots," "Multiple Reports Of New Tinkers Arriving Northeast Of Town."
<Antioch|GM> On his side of town, at least, things aren't as bad as what he sees in the news. ||
<CG|Artful> He raises both eyebrows seeing the thing about Capo. If someone managed to take that monster out then things are really, and completely shot to shit.
<CG|Artful> That must mean an all out brawl is going on down there. Especially if they're calling in reinforcements and riot control.
<CG|Artful> It all probably ties back to the damn Tinkers in the end.
<CG|Artful> He paces back and forth, and checks his phone. What to do... What to do...
<CG|Artful> Something inside him that he barely registers /urges/ him towards the chaos.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> There's a message on his phone that barely registered as he focused on the chaos out the window and on the screen.
<Antioch|GM> "Call me. I have work you can do."
<Antioch|GM> It's from Russian Roulette. ||
<CG|Artful> He doesn't waste any time before pulling up her number and hitting call.
<CG|Artful> This is what he's been waiting for. /Something/ to do.
<CG|Artful> ||
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<Antioch|GM> "Dodger," Russian Roulette says, picking up near-immediately.
<Antioch|GM> "Every Tinker in the city is using this chaos as an opportunity to take the prize. The truce that Vorpal took pains to broker has already been shattered."
<Antioch|GM> "I've been keeping tabs on the competition. Major players that pose a threat or concern. Now's a good opportunity to thin the herd." ||
<CG|Artful> "Roulette." He replies almost immediately after she's done speaking.
<CG|Artful> "And alright I figured something was going on with the Tinkers again. I'm assuming that last part is where I come in?"
<CG|Artful> She's going to send him in to just kick ass it looks like. That text is looking like the answer to his restlessness.
<CG|Artful> He continues to tap his finger on the back of his phone.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> "Yes," she agrees. "Caitiff and High-Spec are known quantities, both with the skills and resources to impede me significantly. I hear Overclock and Caladbolg are inbound for town as well -- we've apparently failed some form of time limit, and Longinus has rebroadcast his message to a wider range of Tinkers."
<Antioch|GM> "For the time being, I'd suggest High-Spec as a target. He's the most, mm... predictable of the lot." ||
<CG|Artful> "You know where Caitiff is?" He asks quickly, focusing on the name he knows best.
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<CG|Artful> But damn it, MORE Tinkers? This is ridiculous. Nobody is going to mind if he gets rid of a few of them.
<CG|Artful> "What do you mean about High-Spec though?"
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> "Sorry, kid. If I knew where Caitiff was, I'd send you after him. But High-Spec, he's predictable, the efficacy of his tech means he has to stay tethered to a given location for stretches of time, and it'd be preferable if you're able to delay or incapacitate him while he makes his preparations." ||
<-> Faustus is now known as Faustus|GM
<-> Saff is now known as Saff|Fauna
<CG|Artful> He snaps the fingers on his other hand absently. Of course anyone knowing where he would be, would be a huge longshot.
<CG|Artful> "Damn. Alright. So what are we talking? I ride in and trash his workshop and shit?" Maybe he could spray paint it afterwards too, he cradles the phone with his shoulder to go make sure he has enough paint in his cans. He goes to gather his costume together also.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> "Find him, put him out of commission for the next three hours, minimum. Outside of that, you're free to do what you like." ||
<CG|Artful> ((High spec is the one who pulled his piece out on me right?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Yep.))
<CG|Artful> "Nice. I get to be creative with it, then. Just like I like it. Can you give him me a rundown on him. I've met him before, and he did this crazy scan, but that's about all I know about him. Any general areas he'd be more likely to be at?"
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> "I'll give you the coordinates to his base. What you need to know is that everything he does is scan-based. Auto-configuring offenses and defenses, targeting and scanning systems that grow more accurate or potent the more opportunities you give him to get a bead on you. Hit hard, fast, unpredictably."
<Antioch|GM> "It's why you came to mind," she adds, "for this particular job. Expect auto-targeting systems, automata, evolutive weaponry, et cetera." ||
<CG|Artful> "So basically keep moving, and don't let him have a line of sight on me for longer than it takes to see me fucking up? Do I have the gist of it?' Dodger asks, and despite himself he finds a small grin on his face.
<CG|Artful> "Anything I'm missing?"
<CG|Artful> ||
<CG|Artful> -||
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<CG|Artful> "Also, I hate to be that guy. But what are we talking about me getting in return? I mean aside from the opportunity to get out and about a little bit."
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> "His scans are quick, when they're needed," she replies. "If it catches you off-guard, there are entire suites of tech designed to capitalize on it. It's less so about eluding his scope and more about taking him out before he accumulates enough data and momentum."
<Antioch|GM> "What are you looking for in return?" she asks. "Cash? Favors? I'm willing to entertain an offer." ||
<CG|Artful> "Got it." He'll just have to make sure Mr. High Spec doesn't get any opportunities to see him at all then. It's only fair after getting a piece pulled on him.
<CG|Artful> He thinks for a second. This was it. Probably the final stretch towards getting whatever it was they wanted inside of that base. She /needed/ his help today. Every advantage was crucial.
<CG|Artful> He decides to push.
<CG|Artful> "What we talked about before. Columbus. Rally. I'll take out as many Tinkers as you want and in return when we head there, you go all in with me on eliminating them from the map. Completely. Getting me in contact with people who are just as interested in getting that done could be good too."
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> "I'd assumed as such," she replies. "It'll be done. I'll assist in what ways I can, and get you in contact with a Columbus-based mercenary outfit. If I'm unable to physically assist, I'll ensure that a portion of my funds goes towards the cost of the contract." ||
<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> "That sounds like it'll do it. I'd shake your hand if I could, but I guess I can just do that later." He says.
<CG|Artful> All of the pieces of his costume are set out and ready in front of him. His spray cans are topped off, and he's ready to go.
<CG|Artful> "I'll be heading out to get that done shortly then."
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> "On the subject of the Columbus-based mercenary outfit, you'll be working with another cape," she mentions. "High-Spec's an experienced Tinker with years of tech under his belt. I'll point you in their direction." ||
<CG|Artful> He raises an eyebrow at that, but hey, he's not going to complain about the backup.
<CG|Artful> "What cape? They from the group you were just talking about?"
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> "Yeah. Silver Bullets. They're the Columbus merc group. Nachzehrer. Brute with adaptive defenses et cetera." ||
<CG|Artful> ((Does he remember that Strafe is part of Silver Bullet))
<Antioch|GM> ((Roll Know. Yes, on a 4+.))
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Know
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Know" [5]  = 5
<CG|Artful> He wrinkles his nose remembering that one bitch ass cape he'd run into.
<CG|Artful> "I've met them before. Well one of them. He didn't leave the best impression."
<CG|Artful> Oh well. She wasn't him. His attitude going into this is slightly more wary now though.
<CG|Artful> "But alright."
<CG|Artful> ||
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<Antioch|GM> "Any other questions? I'm sending the details to your phone." ||
<CG|Artful> "Nah. I think I'm good. Good luck on your end."
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> "Same to you," she replies, before hanging up.
<Antioch|GM> His costume is ready to go, he's picked out a selection of full cans. He has a clear objective. ||
<CG|Artful> That clear objective in mind, he puts his costume on, and slots all of his spray cans into place onto his belt. He doesn't have the cane anymore to complete the ensemble, but the costume is really starting to feel like his. He really feels like Artful Dodger. And there's one thing the Artful Dodger consistently did. He wins.
<CG|Artful> He pulls out his phone to check his GPS coordinates, and then steps out to fly to the location. Time to see who this Nach whatever was.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> |||
<Antioch|GM> ...
<Antioch|GM> The stripped-bare residential and commercial districts of northeast Cleveland are easy to navigate, in the air or by car. There's no traffic, nothing obscuring line of sight. Dodger scans the skies, seeing a massive plume of smoke rising from the location where he fought the Falconer.
<Antioch|GM> Nachzehrer drives, feeling just faintly off as the spare tire changes the vibration of the car over poorly-maintained asphalt in a subtle and irritating manner. There aren't any of the tiny, thieving robots out on the street that she can see today. Up in the air, she spots a cape flying -- well, being launched through the air, really -- in the same direction
<Antioch|GM> she's headed, and Dodger spots her from above at much the same time. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((I'll do CG>Non>Me as just the general thing, but if you want to post out of order, just chime in with a ...))
<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> Dodger sees the person driving below him, and throws them a peace sign before accelerating ahead of them to drop down towards the rendezvous point with a flourish. The plume of smoke is interesting, but not unexpected. He's surprised more things aren't on fire right now.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> Ugh, a showboater. What, does he think she'll be impressed? Maybe she'll swoon? Oh, whatever. She pulls into the rendezvous point and stops her car, rolling her windshield dow. "Take it you're Dodger?" She calls out. ||
<Antioch|GM> ...
<Antioch|GM> Artful Dodger's in a tailored suit, though she can see the telltale outline of body armor beneath it, though the pants for his outfit look considerably more ragged. He wears a theater mask over his face, and a variety of spray paints looped onto his belt.
<Antioch|GM> Nachzehrer, meanwhile, is in a suit of mostly-black armor with red highlighting, spikes here and there to deliver punches, grapples, and tackles with pain in mind. The armor looks like it's seen far better days, full of dents, dings, scuffs, and scrapes, but it's still more than serviceable. She's a lot shorter than he expected, though it's hard to tell just
<Antioch|GM> how short while she's sitting in the car.
<Antioch|GM> ||
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<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> Not one for appearances here, it seems. But Dodger isn't the type to judge over something like that. He thinks the armor probably fits her better all weathered and beaten up anyway. All the dings, and spikes showed that she wasn't someone to be fucked with. He could dig it.
<CG|Artful> "Yeah that's me." He says as he approaches the vehicle.
<CG|Artful> "Nachzherer, right?"
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> "Nachzehrer," she corrects, careful to enunciate it. "But Nach's less of a mouthful. I broke up a bunch of High-Spec's toys, hop in and I can tell you about 'em." She unlocks the car doors. ||
<CG|Artful> "Nach it is." He says, internally thanking the heavens that he won't have to say that full name everytime. He strolls around to the other side to slide into the passenger seat.
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<CG|Artful> He turns to her. "So you've already been at him then? You the one who blew his shit up?"
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> "Yep," she says, locking the doors and pulling the car out of park, headed towards where the map said High-Spec's main set-up is. "Lasers and turrets, mostly. One electrocuted me. Had a robot drone in the basement near his generators, also into lasers, but pretty good at not breaking down, had to rip its limbs off.
<Non|Nachzehrer> "He was working with, uhh, it was... Grease...monkey? Or Greaser. Fucktards need to get better names. Anyway, he was working with a Tinker who makes little robots that stole one of my car's tires. Just stomp on them and they die." She pauses for a moment, recalling his power. "Or use your air cannons or whatever. Shouldn't be much of a big deal." ||
<Antioch|GM> ...
<Antioch|GM> They talk and drive, not too distant from High-Spec's marked base of operations on RR's map. It's clearly evident where they're headed towards, a cluster of three suburban houses linked by a clusterfuck tangle of wires, cabling, three separate towers on the same scale that Nachzehrer shut down the day prior, and one particularly large, central one, nearly
<Antioch|GM> twice the size and height of the others. ||\
<Antioch|GM> * ||
<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> "There are so damn many of them it would be hard to remember them all anyway. Even if they were worth remembering." He shakes his head seeing the thing. His foot taps rapidly.
<Antioch|GM> ((These are the little robots that dragged Falconer away, btw. In case it's relevant.))
<CG|Artful> "Did you see any sign of another Tinker around here? I beat the Falconer around here the other day and some robots that sound like those dragged him off. Roulette was saying they might try and press gang him. Something to keep an eye out for maybe."
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> "Just those two." Nach looks at the towers. "If it's like the last place I hit, there are a bunch of little laser turrets hidden under the lawn, and big multifunction turrets inside. Generators in the basement." She frowns. Doing it once was bad enough, three times over? Not her idea of a fun time. "Hey, can you throw other people without hurting them?" ||
<Antioch|GM> ((I should mention -- forgot -- that RR's payment for Nach's previous job was $45K.))
<Antioch|GM> ||
<CG|Artful> ...
<-> Lysa is now known as Lysa|GM
<CG|Artful> Damn Tinkers. The place sounded like a death trap out of a fucking sci fi movie. And they were about to head right back in it.
<CG|Artful> "It only hurts if you crash into something, or suck and land like shit on the other side. Think of it like getting launched out of a canon."
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> She frowns again. "Don't people normally get thrown out of cannons into, you know, nets," she asks, deadpan. "Oh, whatever." She parks the car. "Alright, generator's probably in the basement of the center one with the big tower, maybe High-Spec's home too. Don't see much point in dilly-dallying about this," she adds, turning off the car and putting the keys in a pouch inside her suit. Takes a bit of finagling to do it.
<Non|Nachzehrer> "Okay, game plan," she says, voice serious. "Toss me at the center building, if you can make me hit a window that'd be nice. You'll want to follow after, probably." ||
<Antioch|GM> ((There are both first and second-floor windows for this building, in case you want one in specific.))
<CG|Artful> He smirks at her comment. She had a point. He was an acrobat and he had still almost pasted himself on multiple occasions.
<CG|Artful> "You want me to just blast you into it? I mean I don't mind, but, yeah. She said you were a Brute or something?"
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> ((When you do the launch, it'll be an unmodified aim roll at DC 3, eliciting an Acrobatics roll for Nachzehrer on success -- or a Withstand roll, on a failure.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> "Yeah. Enhanced strength and durability. Not superhuman, but I'm tougher than you'd expect, and I've got this armor for a reason. Getting thrown in through the window sounds better than getting burned up by a bunch of fucking laser turrets." She opens the car door, hopping out, boots hitting asphalt with a light thump. ||
<CG|Artful> Dodger follows her example, and steps out on his side with no noticeable noise.
<CG|Artful> "Hey can't argue with that." He says as he moves to position himself in a good spot to set up a tunnel to rocket her through the window.
<CG|Artful> "Let me know when you're ready. I'll wait a couple of second and then follow you in."
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> She rolls her shoulders, stretches, and then tucks her shoulders in, leaning forward. "Hit me." ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Roll'em, Cogo.))
<CG|Artful> "Here goes." He says with a tight smile. His heart is starting to rush in his chest the way it always does before a fight.
<CG|Artful> He claps her in the middle of her back with his palm towards the window.
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Aim
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [2] +1 = 3
<Antioch|GM> ((Alright, both of you can roll Acro.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 1d6+1 Acrobatics
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Acrobatics" [1] +1 = 2
<CG|Artful> $roll 3h6+1 Acrobatics
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Acrobatics" (3) (4) [6] +1 = 7
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> The sudden jolt of acceleration takes her off guard, despite her bracing herself. At the very least, she's in an aerodynamic position, most of the important bits tucked in and out of harm's way, but after crashing through the window like a speeding bullet, she carries on through, hitting the ground and spinning, briefly overwhelmed with vertigo before she
<Antioch|GM> can get her bearings.
<Antioch|GM> Dodger follows close behind, sliding nimbly through the gap she created.
<Antioch|GM> There's eyes, everywhere, on the walls and wedged in corners, he notices, trained on them and focusing in. The house still has a few trappings like a dinner table he can see in an adjacent room, a couch and entertainment system in another, though the TV on the system has been gutted.
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<CG|Artful> Dodger launches a couple of tunnels at some of the more obvious cameras pointed at them, and runs over to help Nach to her feet so she can help him bust all this shit up. He has no idea what to expect, but it's probably safe to assume that their target knows they're there.
<CG|Artful> ||
<CG|Artful> -||
<CG|Artful> Redact:: he runs over to cover Nach while she gets to her feet.*
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> "Woof," she says, struggling up to her feet. "That packs a punch. Right, generator's probably in the basement. There's probably a tower spine or whatever the fuck with a bunch of guns in it that'll shoot you. And probably an angry Tinker too." There'd better be a damned angry Tinker, she was here to kick in his kneecaps. "Let's get going." ||
<Antioch|GM> ...
<Antioch|GM> Whoomfph.
<Antioch|GM> Two successive blasts aimed roughly at the ceiling are enough to dislodge the mounted 'eyes', ripping them out of their sockets and exposing sparking wire.
<Antioch|GM> There's no immediate violent response, but with High-Spec's MO of quietly gathering information before the confrontation, it'll be coming.
<Antioch|GM> The sooner the better, for their purposes.
<Antioch|GM> From where they're standing, there's a half-bend stairway to the second floor near the entryway of the home, with a door beneath it that potentially might lead to the basement. There's also a door to the backyard porch in the relatively bare living room, a kitchen stripped of its appliances on their left, and some miscellaneous furniture that could
<Antioch|GM> potentially be hurled or hid behind. ||
<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> "Alright. Let's move quickly before he can gather the info he needs then. Quick, fast, and loud. Agreed?" It would be boring any other way.
<CG|Artful> Before she can agree, as he's feeling a little reckless he runs up to the door that might lead to the basement and kicks it, manifesting a tunnel to blow it in as he does so.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> Nach follows after him, moving with a rapid gait, easily catching up to him. Not much left to say, at this stage in the game. ||
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<Antioch|GM> Thwam. The door crumples inward on its hinges, then the frame buckles. The door splinters along the center, hitting the opposite wall. The revealed staircase leads down, taking a hard right almost immediately, three steps down. It's not a nice-looking basement -- it's one of those unfinished ones, with concrete walls and exposed wood framing.
<Antioch|GM> It's a tight stairway, wide enough for one only, and very obvious lasers light up along the path down, coming horizontally out of the walls at various heights -- not something easily slipped through, even with Nachzehrer's size. ||
<CG|Artful> ((Can Dodger use his Acro to mission impossible this?))
<Antioch|GM> ((He can try, but there's really not a lot of squeeze room -- it's not something designed for people to MI their way through, just a grid of lasers meant to bar entry.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> ...
<Non|Nachzehrer> "I don't want to get cooked again. Can you smash the lasers with your power? Could use the shitty furniture back in the living room as projectiles, if you need to." ||
<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> Dodger creates a two tunnels two the hallway so that they cover every inch of it to see if that will knock any of the mounts out of the wall.
<CG|Artful> ||
<CG|Artful> down the*
<Antioch|GM> The laser sources seem to be embedded in the walls -- two parallel streams of wind thunder down the stairs, without dislodging the lasers or changing their course. ||
<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> "Yeah might need to slam something into the walls themselves, it wouldn't be quick though." He says, tossing a couple of tunnels into the walls themselves to see if that'll even dislodge them.
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<CG|Artful> Just standing there is making him antsy, and he starts to bounce on his feet a little.
<CG|Artful> ||
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<Non|Nachzehrer> Nach moves over to the living room, aiming to drag something big and heavy over. She could probably just run straight down there, trust her power to protect her, but then she'd be solo. Too bad his wind tunnels didn't seem to count as an 'attack' as far as her power was concerned. ||
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<Antioch|GM> Perhaps a sufficient impact from them would register, but her fumbled landing didn't seem to build up any residual power. She ends up dragging over a nice-looking couch to the stairwell entrance.
<Antioch|GM> Dodger's shots angled into the wall don't seem to do much either -- the lasers seem to be embedded within holes bored into the concrete.
<Antioch|GM> It's eerily quiet, even with the intermittent howl of extreme winds trapped indoors. If they're raiding some jackass Tinker's main hideout, he should at least have the decency to monologue at them while they're doing it. ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((Can the couch fit into the stairway? And how far in do the lasers proceed? e.g. does it look like they keep going around the corner or is it just this bit?))
<Antioch|GM> ((The couch can fit through the doorway, but it doesn't look like it'll be able to be rotated around the corner with much ease (or snapping the couch in half), and the lasers do appear to go around the corner.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> ...
<Non|Nachzehrer> She takes one of the couch cushions out, and briefly sticks it in the path of the lasers, before pulling it back to inspect the damage. ||
<Antioch|GM> The scent of burning upholstery stinks up the stairwell for a brief moment before being ventilated by one of Dodger's tunnels. As she peers at it, the laser seems to have bored a slightly messy gouge into the cushion, with the fluff on the inside charred and vaguely gooey. ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((All the way through, or?))
<CG|Artful> ...
<Antioch|GM> ((For the most part, except for the bit that was exposed briefest.))
<CG|Artful> "Yo. I've got an idea. Let's see if we can find a wardrobe, or break the ledges out of the inside of the fridge. I can get inside and ride it down on one of my tunnels. We can get something for you too if you want." He says, stepping off to go and look for something of the sort while keeping an eye out for more cameras and alternate routes.
<CG|Artful> The quiet, and his restlessness has him on edge/
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> "It'd be hard to make it around the corner, though," she says. She looks around for something long and hard - a poker for the fireplace or something. Maybe she can just dig their way into the basement. ||
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<Antioch|GM> Stomping on the hardwood floor of the entryway gives her a sense of how thick the floor is, and breaking through seems more than feasible -- unfortunately, the thing that fits her criteria best is a decently sturdy-looking chair with a leg she could probably remove. There's a fireplace, but it's bereft of its usual accessories. ||
<Antioch|GM> -||
<Antioch|GM> The closes thing that Dodger finds on the first floor is the entertainment system that the wreck of the TV is sitting on. ||
<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> While Nach steps off, Dodger blasts the broken TV off of its stand to save time, and almost does the same to the entertainment system towards the staircase but decides he's probably going to need it in one piece. He pulls it over to the door way to see if it'll fit around the corner better than the couch.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> It's long -- not quite as long as the couch. It'll fit, but it'll still be cumbersome to make the turn. ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> Nach pulls off the chair leg and heads over to the hardwood floor. All she's got to do is get some decent penetration, Dodger's power can probably do the rest. She balances it, then slams a boot down on it to shove it in as hard as she can. ||
<CG|Artful> ((I'll let her do her thing real quick.))
<Antioch|GM> The chair leg isn't -quite- sharp enough to pierce the floor on the first try, but gouging a small hole with the spikes in her armor and driving the leg into the resultant divot gives her enough purchase to hammer it down a few further inches. ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> "Hey, Dodger," she half-yells, "I'm making an alternate entrance, come do your thing so I don't fall through when it gets made." ||
<CG|Artful> ((She wants me to go ahead with my thing? Or blast the divot?))
<Antioch|GM> ((The latter, I think, given 'come'?))
<CG|Artful> ...
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<Non|Nachzehrer> ((Yeah, blast the divot.)
<CG|Artful> Dodger gives up on his entertainment system, and turns around. He waits until Nach is out of the way, and then blasts a couple tunnels worth of force at it to implode it.
<CG|Artful> "Fucking pain in the ass..." He mutters. He's gonna fuck this guy up.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> Thwam, thwam. The chair leg's driven through the floor in its entirety, falling through the hole. It leaves behind a gap that isn't quite big enough to squeeze through, but wide enough to stick both hands into the gap and rip it wider.
<Antioch|GM> It's like they're just being watched and scrutinized, as if High-Spec is waiting for them to make the first move, and react accordingly with a planned and formulated response. ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> ...
<CG|Artful> ...
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((lol. You go.))
<CG|Artful> Dodger turns to Nach. "Wait. If we ledge something in there, and I drive it in again we can make a much bigger hole. If we put some stuff next to it we could drop in with a couch or something for cover instead of getting lit up by the millions of lasers he probably has waiting for us in there."
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((You mean wedge?))
<CG|Artful> ((yes))
<CG|Artful> wedge*
<Non|Nachzehrer> "Yeah, good thinking." She drags the couch over to the hole in the ground, shoving one of its legs into the hole, so it awkwardly balances, the opposite leg a couple inches over the ground. "Hit it," she says, as she steps back and away. ||
<CG|Artful> He does just that. He's ready to enter the lion's den.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> It takes three solid blasts. On the first, the wood creaks and splinters, and the couch tilts further up.
<Antioch|GM> On the second, it's rammed down two or three feet, dragged through the floor.
<Antioch|GM> On the third, it goes all the way through, tearing through the wood and wiring and insulation and plaster ceiling of the basement, crashing down below -- they can leap down immediately after it, using the falling couch as cover, or peer down before taking the plunge. ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> ...
<Non|Nachzehrer> Nach jumps right in, trying to angle to hit the couch, hoping it stoppers her fault a bit. It's probably not too far down anyway, she's light on her feet. ||
<CG|Artful> Dodger doesn't wait for prompting from Nach to leap straight in. He's used his power too much, and his blood his racing. He'll deal with whatever's down there when he sees it.
<CG|Artful> ||
<CG|Artful> ((He'll just roll when he hits the ground))
<Antioch|GM> ((Acrobatics, for both, followed by awareness.))
<CG|Artful> $roll 3h6+1 Acro
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Acro" (3) (1) [6] +1 = 7
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 1d6+1 Acro
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Acro" [3] +1 = 4
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 1d6-1 Awa
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Awa" [4] -1 = 3
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Wits
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Wits" [5]  = 5
<Antioch|GM> Both of them land on the couch, keeping their balance on the squishy cushions and quickly taking stock of their surroundings. There's more generators with their familiar orange glow, and no sign of High-Spec.
<Antioch|GM> Two machines, very similar to the ones Nachzehrer's faced off against before, are active and waiting, with one already firing a beam that's left a still-glowing hole in the couch, and there appear to be two automated turrets mounted in the corners of the basement, bolted to the concrete walls.
<Antioch|GM> Where the two machines differ from the last time -- that she can tell -- is that they're both equipped with some form of melee weaponry. One's palm crackles with electricity, fingers serrated-spiked, while the other has a whining buzzsaw-type blade running along the length of its forearm.
<Antioch|GM> They each have the massive revolver-esque armament in the other hand, vaguely reminiscent of Russian Roulette's longarm, with a great deal less complexity. ||
<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> Dodger stretches both palms outwards, one towards each automated turret, and then leaps to roll behind cover somewhere before he becomes the receiving end of a flying Tinker built bullet.
<CG|Artful> ||
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<Non|Nachzehrer> ((How are the bots positioned relative to one another?))
<Antioch|GM> ((BRB! I'll be back in like... 15. With a battlemap.))
<Antioch|GM> ((The bots are like 6 yards away from you guys, 4 yards away from each other, and 1-2 yards away from the wall / their charging station, tho.))
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<Antioch|GM> ((Here you guys go. I'm back.)) https://usercontent.irccloud-cdn.com/file/66pToKcw/battlemap1.png
<Antioch|GM> ((Lightning-circle is shockbot, star-hexagon-circle is buzzsawbot. Four-pointed stars are turrets, orange diamonds are generators. Blue oval is couch, N and D are Nach and Dodger. The things behind the bots are their docks.))
<CG|Artful> ((In that case Dodger is leaping behind the generator on the far end on the right, in preperation to pepper it with tunnels until it flies at one of the bots in his next turn))
<Antioch|GM> ((Roger, Dodger.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> She rushes towards the electric-palmed one, trying to position herself so it's between her and the other bot, slamming a gauntleted fist into its knee joint as she closes. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((A Brawl from Nach, as well as two aims from Dodger, then one dodge/withstand from Nach, and two from Dodger.))
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1x2 Dodger Aims
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Dodger Aims" [6] +1 = 7  ::  [2] +1 = 3
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Shockbot, Withstand
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Shockbot, Withstand" [1] +1 = 2
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+2 Shockbot, Retaliate
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Shockbot, Retaliate" [5] +2 = 7
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6-1 Turret 1
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Turret 1" [4] -1 = 3
<CG|Artful> $roll 2h6+1x2 Dodger Dodges
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Dodger Dodges" (1) [4] +1 = 5  ::  [4] (1) +1 = 5
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Turret 2
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Turret 2" [1] +1 = 2
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 2h6+1 Brawl
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Brawl" (1) [6] +1 = 7
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 2h6+1 Dodge
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Dodge" (3) [6] +1 = 7
<Antioch|GM> ((Wow, good job guys.))
<Antioch|GM> Nach slams her fist into the the bot's knee joint, driving a spike through the metal plating around it. It looks like High-Spec's learned from his mistakes, though there hasn't been much time for him to make adjustments and improvements from the older design within the span of a day, with other things on his plate. The joints are armored, to an extent, and
<Antioch|GM> while it's helped out in terms of reducing their weak points, their range of motion seems reduced.
<Antioch|GM> The shockbot swings its fist towards her, crackling, but she's able to sidestep -- it's put off-balance as it follows through.
<Antioch|GM> Dodger blasts the two turrets, and one swivels out of place, shoved off its tracking trajectory as it traces his dive across the room. Both laser pulses carve the wall behind him as he ducks behind the rearmost generator. Warm, ionized air washes over him from the generator's exhaust vents. ||
<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> Hoping to kill two birds with one stone, Dodger angles himself behind the generator so that when it's launched it'll fly into the sawbot. He'll hit it with tunnels until it's sent sailing. Dodger crouches and pulls his palms back driving them forward towards the generators, and pass that right into the garbage ass bot.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Aim, with a -1.))
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Aim
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [5]  = 5
<Antioch|GM> ((Nach can go and then I'll do both results in one post.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> Hmm. New armor. Annoying. She thought High-Spec did adaptive offenses, not adaptive defenses. Well, if the armor's reducing the range of motion, the thing might just topple if she kicks it. She does so, slamming a cleated boot into the back of its leg, hoping to send it toppling to the ground. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Brawl and Dodge from Nach, and two Dodges from Dodger.))
<CG|Artful> ((Am I getting any cover or tunnel dodge buffs? Or are they applying projectile debuffs?))
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 2h6+1 Brawl
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Brawl" [1] (1) +1 = 2
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 2h6+1 Dodge
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Dodge" [5] (2) +1 = 6
<CG|Artful> $roll 2h6+1x2 Dodge
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Dodge" (2) [3] +1 = 4  ::  [5] (2) +1 = 6
<Antioch|GM> ((The latter, Cogo.))
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<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6-1 Turret 1
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Turret 1" [4] -1 = 3
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Turret 2
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Turret 2" [3] +1 = 4
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Shockbot Withstand
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Shockbot Withstand" [5] +1 = 6
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Shockbot Brawn
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Shockbot Brawn" [1] +1 = 2
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Buzzbot Withstand
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Buzzbot Withstand" [1] +1 = 2
<Antioch|GM> Nach drives her fist into the shockbot's leg, hoping to force the joint off-balance, but can't seem to break the lock on the motor -- or topple the bot. She's not sure, with her two exploratory blows, but it seems like they've either got a lower center of balance, or some kind of mechanism that locks or anchors them into the ground.
<Antioch|GM> Regardless, she's able to dodge the retaliation -- the claws seem potent enough to rake the ground.
<Antioch|GM> Dodger, meanwhile, manages to rip the generator out of the ground, sending it hurtling into the robot with the buzzsaw. The reaction is almost overwhelming -- the frame cracks, and whatever electricity's contained in the device seems to go haywire, and the robot goes berserk in tandem, swiping blindly in the air in front of it.
<Antioch|GM> Unfortunately, this means he's now bereft of cover -- and he hurls himself to the ground to dodge the retaliatory turret shots. They barely avoid grazing him, and he can feel the radiant heat on his skin, even through his suit and leather armor. ||
<CG|Artful> He rolls 'stop, drop, and roll' style towards the next generator, and he can vaguely hear himself laughing like he would be if he was going down the drop on a really tall roller coaster.
<CG|Artful> He spins up to his feet and sends several tunnels barreling into the generator in front of him at close range. He aims to send it in a straight line, so that it'll take out the generator in front of it. The tunnel will continue on into the turret after they both blow up, and he'll ride in to make sure the /annoying/ turret doesn't try to shoot him ever
<CG|Artful> again. He'll also be in cover from the other turret there.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((Wait, does the increase in armor mean fewer cameras on them?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Yes, it does.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((Are they still spread around or in an isolated spot?))
<Antioch|GM> ((They're still spread around, but there are camera-less islands where armor has been placed (largely near the chest and joints).
<Antioch|GM> ))
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((Hm. So no armor on, say, thighs?))
<Antioch|GM> ((No more than the last one. So still some, but not a -lot-.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> God fucking damn thing, the fuck was she supposed to do. Rather than slamming against the joints some more, she tries to slam her fist into the thigh, hoping to tear through any wiring running the leg. ||
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<Antioch|GM> ((Brawl/Dodge - Non, Aim/Dodge - Cogo))
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 2h6+1 Brawl
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Brawl" [3] (2) +1 = 4
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 2h6+1 Dodge
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Dodge" [3] (1) +1 = 4
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Aim?
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim?" [1] +1 = 2
<CG|Artful> $roll 2h6+1 Dodge
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Dodge" [3] (1) +1 = 4
<Antioch|GM> ((Withstand, please, Cogo.))
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Shockbot W
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Shockbot W" [6] +1 = 7
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+2 Shockbot B
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Shockbot B" [5] +2 = 7
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6-1 Withstand
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Withstand" [3] -1 = 2
<Antioch|GM> $moderate shock
<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 4] Nearby terrain and one piece of equipment are damaged (roll for location).  Suffer a lesser wound appropriate to the nature of the terrain, in addition to any other effects (falling objects, pinned, etc.).  If recently shocked, get KNOCKED DOWN as well.
<Antioch|GM> ((For Non))
<Antioch|GM> $rmoderate shock
<Antioch|GM> $moderate shock
<[ATM]> [Leg] [Any 2] Paralyzed: Roll Guts.  Subtract result from 10.  Spread remaining number evenly among Brawn, Athletics and Dex in -1 penalties.  Recover two points a turn, as the character chooses.
<Antioch|GM> ((For Cogo -- Roll Guts))
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6-1 Guts
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Guts" [2] -1 = 1
<CG|Artful> ((Jesus))
<Antioch|GM> ((D:))
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<Antioch|GM> Nach slams her fist into the thigh chassis, trying to rip through the plates to get to some sort of crucial wiring or actuation mechanism, but the metal in her way proves to be inconveniently resilient. The bot finally lands a hit on her, sharp claws dragging gouges across her armor, electrocuting her violently through the conductive metal.
<Antioch|GM> She can feel skin burn, parts going numb, with extremities losing fine motor control, but some of the charge lingers -- she can feel electricity coursing through her system, a fast-twitch subconscious alertness that leaves her itching to move.
<Antioch|GM> ((One shock charge, with a +1 Ath.))
<Antioch|GM> Dodger slams the generator into the other, both of them dislodged and crashing into the wall -- they detonate violently enough that he's caught in the mix. Body parts spasm, muscles not moving properly when they're forced -- it's like a full body charlie horse, with his legs being the worst off. Granted, the blast is also enough to deactivate one of the
<Antioch|GM> corner turrets, but the way he feels right now, it hardly seems worth it.
<Antioch|GM> ||
<CG|Artful> Man that explosion was sick, but fuck. Jesus, fuck! That... hurts! His mind is a blank wash of  white hot lashing energy. His limbs spasm, and his teeth chatter as he rolls uselessly on the floor. It's all he can do.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> Nachzehrer spares a glance Dodger's way, then growls, giving up her assault on the shock prod one to rush forward towards the buzz saw one, slamming full force into one of its thighs with her enhanced agility, aiming to force it to the ground. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Blitz roll for Non, I'm thinking? Roll another Guts, Cogo -- since you're devoting a full turn to recovery, I'll let you recoup some stats quicker than the passive regain.))
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6-1 Guts
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Guts" [5] -1 = 4
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 1d6+2 Blitz
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Blitz" [3] +2 = 5
<Antioch|GM> ((Nice, regain 4 pips of your choice, Cogo.))
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<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Buzzbot W
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Buzzbot W" [5] +1 = 6
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+2 Buzzbot B
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Buzzbot B" [4] +2 = 6
<Antioch|GM> ((Dodge from Non))
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 2h6+2 Dodge
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Dodge" (4) [6] +2 = 8
<CG|Artful> ((Everything I can get back into Ath, and the over flow into Dex if there is any))
<Antioch|GM> Try as she may, her lunge towards the buzzsaw mech doesn't do much to dislodge or topple it, but it's at the very least redirected its attention from the prone Dodger to her -- she leaps over the incoming blade with ease.
<Antioch|GM> Dodger takes the temporary respite to get his bearings, let some of the shock bleed out, as feeling slowly returns to his spasming muscles, leaving behind a pervasive, burning soreness. ||
<CG|Artful> Dodger focuses his attention on getting to the other side of the room behind the other generators as quickly as he can, sacrificing flare over as much speed as his still shaking body can manage.
<CG|Artful> "W-where do y-you, w-w-want the next one?" He yells, talking about where she wants him to shoot the next generator. She'd had his back, he'd do the same.
<CG|Artful> ||
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<Non|Nachzehrer> Energy coursing through her, she flips around, rushing back towards the electric robot, hoping to distract both of them and potentially knock one off its fucking feet. This time, when she closes, she jumps, arms spread wide, aiming to land full force on its chest and hopefully knock it off balance that way. "Buzzsaw," she yells, as she makes out what he's saying. ||
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<Antioch|GM> ((Blitz, Non, Aim, Cogo. And a Dodge from Cogo.))
<CG|Artful> ((What are my stats at atm?))
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 1d6+2 Blitz
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Blitz" [3] +2 = 5
<Antioch|GM> (( 2 brawn, 4 ath, 2 dex ))
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Shockbot W
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Shockbot W" [3] +1 = 4
<CG|Artful> $roll 2h6+1 Dodge
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Dodge" (1) [3] +1 = 4
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6-1 Aim
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [3] -1 = 2
<CG|Artful> ((He's standing farther back this time lol))
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6-1 Buzzbot D
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Buzzbot D" [6] -1 = 5
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Buzzbot W
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Buzzbot W" [2] +1 = 3
<Antioch|GM> ((One more dodge, Non.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 2h6+2 Dodg
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Dodg" [6] (4) +2 = 8
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<Antioch|GM> As Nachzehrer finally topples the electric-handed mech, Dodger arcs the dislodged generator towards the buzzsaw-wielding mech, but it hits the wall behind it, detonating. Electricity bursts from exploded generator, washing over the robot, but it seems unfazed.
<Antioch|GM> It swings its bladed fist down at Nachzehrer, but her dodge allows the blow to carve through the chestplate of the electric mech, leaving behind a messy, sparking gouge -- the electric hand seems to have powered down. ||
<CG|Artful> ((The last turret and generator are still powered up right?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Oh nuts, I forgot to roll the last turret's shot.))
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Turret 1
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Turret 1" [6] +1 = 7
<Antioch|GM> $moderate burn
<[ATM]> [Leg] [Any 1] Blackened: Removes one quality from worn gear as costume is damaged.
<Antioch|GM> ((For Cogo. Costume is no longer Influential.))
<CG|Artful> ((Fack))
<Antioch|GM> The remaining turret's laser hits him hard in the leg, though the leather beneath it manages to stop his leg from getting seared off. Enough of it is burned away such that there's no protection left. Some of the hair on his leg may have singed off. ||
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<CG|Artful> It seemed like every time he left his place his costume got damaged somehow.
<CG|Artful> He frowns and kicks sending a tunnel at the generator in front of him.
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Into the turret, or somethin' else))
<CG|Artful> ((Into the turret))
<Antioch|GM> ((o7))
<Non|Nachzehrer> Fucking finally. One down, one to go. She turns back to the buzzsaw robot, and tries to get a grip on its chest armor and just tear it off. She'll probably have to hook her legs around its to keep the movement from just hefting her off the ground. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Strongarm, methinks, for Non -- Aim for Cogo.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 1d6+1 Strongarm
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Strongarm" [1] +1 = 2
<CG|Artful> ((What's my aim roll currently?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Back to +1, methinks.))
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6+1 Aim
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Aim" [1] +1 = 2
<CG|Artful> ((kek))
<Antioch|GM> ((Two dodges, from Cogo.))
<CG|Artful> $roll 2h6+1x2 Dodgers Dodges
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Dodgers Dodges" [4] (3) +1 = 5  ::  (1) [2] +1 = 3
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 Buzzbot B
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Buzzbot B" [6]  = 6
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6-1 Turret 1
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Turret 1" [5] -1 = 4
<Antioch|GM> ((Roll Wits, please.))
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6 Wits
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Wits" [3]  = 3
<Antioch|GM> ((One Withstand from Non, please.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 1d6+1 Withstand
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Withstand" [3] +1 = 4
<Antioch|GM> $moderate pierce
<[ATM]> [Head] [Any 3] Through and through: Take an added moderate wound (no associated effect)
<Antioch|GM> $lesser shock
<[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 3] Thrown: Knocked away and back, STAGGERED.  KNOCKED DOWN if recently shocked.
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((Who's getting what?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Pierce to Cogo, Shock to Non.))
<Antioch|GM> As Nachzehrer clings to the sole remaining mech, it lumbers towards Dodger, taking a swipe at him as he prepares to launch the generator at the turret. He can't slip away in time, still physically reeling from the very serious shock to his system.
<Antioch|GM> As he panics, gut instinct takes over, and rather than launch the generator, taking the type to output the force needed to dislodge it, he sends himself hurtling towards the turret, already locked onto his oncoming form. The beam, up close, shears through his cheek, and he can feel his face on fire -- he impacts the turret hard, sending both of them crashing
<Antioch|GM> into the ground.
<Antioch|GM> The buzzsaw mech can't course correct sufficiently, striking the generator -- it reacts poorly, shorting out in a mighty clap of electricity that causes her to lose her grip on the machine and tumble down ass-first into the ground, dazed and reeling. She can feel her energy build up, but it does little to make her more clear-headed, for the time being.
<Antioch|GM> ((Guts roll, Cogo))
<CG|Artful> $roll 1d6-1 Guts
<[ATM]> CG|Artful "Guts" [6] -1 = 5
<Antioch|GM> ((You're still standing!))
<Antioch|GM> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((Is the bot's neck armored?))
<Antioch|GM> ((To the usual extent. There is essentially a variety of metal-sheathed thick cabling in the neck area, roughly as thick as your fist.))
<CG|Artful> ((What's still alive? Just the bot?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Just buzzsaw, yeah.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> Nachzehrer slams one gauntleted fist into the robot's neck, sending a surge of electricity with the blow, hoping that it'll short the damned thing out once and for fucking all. ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((Oh wait, redact.))
<Antioch|GM> ((Brawl. Spending the lesser of two charges, and maintaining the Ath bonus?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Oh, nvm))
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((I'm not sure I can, I got knocked back and down.))
<Antioch|GM> ((You're able to pick yourself up and make the attack -- you'll just have the usual stagger penalty.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> Nachzehrer forces herself back to her feet, energy still surging through her body, rushes forward as quick as she can. She jumps up, slamming one gauntleted fist into the robot's neck, sending a surge of electricity with the blow, hoping that it'll short the damned thing out once and for fucking all. ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((And yeah, spending the lesser of two charges.))
<Non|Nachzehrer> $roll 2h6+1 Brawl
<[ATM]> Non|Nachzehrer "Brawl" [6] (6) +1 = 7
<Non|Nachzehrer> ((Err. Ignore the +1.))
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Bot W'stand Punch
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Bot W'stand Punch" [6] +1 = 7
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Bot W'stand Zap
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Bot W'stand Zap" [5] +1 = 6
<Antioch|GM> She's able to drive the spike through the metal sheathing, channeling a surge directly into the guts of the machine. It trembles and shakes from its upright position, then slumps over, deactivated but not toppling. These things seem to have improved their passive balance, but it's no matter now.
<Antioch|GM> Still no sign of High-Spec. They're supposed to be taking him out and kicking his ass, or at the very least, delaying him, but it seems all he's been doing thus far is combating them via proxy. ||
<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> His costume has protected him from a good majority of the damage he's sustained, but this shit is starting to wear on him. If they don't actually find this guy they're done. He knows that for sure.
<CG|Artful> "He could be anywhere. And I don't know about you, but I don't think I have four or five more rooms like that in me today.
<CG|Artful> "
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> "Yeah, tear up the rest of the generators, would you? Safer for you to do it," Nachzehrer says, fingers clenching and unclenching. "I really want to meet the Tinker who made all this crap and shake his hand, can't get out unless those lasers turn off. If you break the generators, everything else should deactivate too." ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Just the two next to the 'bot docks left, for reference, Cogo.))
<CG|Artful> "Man I'm gonna fuck this guy up, what a pain in the ass." Dodger mutters, mostly to himself as he angrily moves to a safe spot and launches both generators into the walls behind them. Then he turns and pummels the charging station for good measure, and anything else that looks important, fuck this guy!
<CG|Artful> ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> ||
<Antioch|GM> He spends a moment trashing the room, getting carried away and trashing the bots into hunks of metal debris. The generators blow up, though they're a safe distance away when it happens. In the end, they're left standing (shakily, in Dodger's case) in the middle of a ruined basement filled with scrap metal and occasionally sparking wires. ||
<Non|Nachzehrer> ...
<Non|Nachzehrer> "Not that I don't love smashing things too, but let's hop up, see what we can't find," she says, headed towards the stairs. Hopefully the lasers are, in fact, off. "Might could figure out where he is. The tower's a good spotting position," she adds, having had experience in a similar set-up. ||
<Antioch|GM> ((Let's have a response post from Cogo, and I'll need to pause it here -- long drive tomorrow. We can resume sometime this upcoming week? Tues/Wed are good with me, in particular, and I might be able to swing Mon if I'm not too sleepy.))
<CG|Artful> ((All of those are fine with me. We'll make it work.))
<CG|Artful> ...
<CG|Artful> He huffs and puffs a little before gathering his bearing a bit. He heaves a sigh.
<CG|Artful> "Yeah, sorry. Let's check it out."
<CG|Artful> ||
<Antioch|GM> |||
<-> Antioch|GM is now known as Antioch
<-> Non|Nachzehrer is now known as Nonagon
<Antioch> Thanks for playing, guys. I hope you had fun.
<Antioch> And good luck fighting in the upcoming week.
<CG|Artful> Yeah it was a fun one man. Thanks!
<-> CG|Artful is now known as ColdGold
<ColdGold> Thanks for running
<Nonagon> Yeah, was fun.