Space RPG Session #4

We begin!

Deep in the bowels of this sunny suburb chaos and violence prepare!

you have struck the cult leader Nighthorse and his followers have gone into a fury, you are in an angry beehive of madness!

Ramiel books it out there, setting his drone to strafe with him as he flees

GM (GM): Well, we know his actions.

Ramiel: (( I'll shoot with the drone too if possible ))

Fried Silver: "Maddam you want me to switch from flight to fight so you can get away easyer?

Suule S.: Last time we've done that you went haywire

GM (GM): The crowd looks is bearing down on you. 3 followers, 2 armed officiers, and two people who have emerged from one of the houses.
(He likes being haywire)

Ramiel: (( I say we find a car, and get out of here.))

Fried Silver: (( No, I like see my friends not get murdered by a mob.))

GM (GM): There are no shortage of cars, just about one in every drive way.
So you were going to take a shot?

Ramiel: (( yep. I'll shoot at an officer ))

GM (GM): Roll to hit!

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(50)+30= 80

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 50
(96)+50= 146

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+35+10
(52)+35+10= 97

GM (GM): What was your target, fry guy?
Suule S.: rolling 1d100+35+10
(62)+35+10= 107

Fried Silver: I thought we were doing initiate rolls

GM (GM): You have 10 mind?

Fried Silver: 8 +10 from leveling up

Ramiel: That was my target, first cop.

GM (GM): That would do it.
Hit, roll damage

Ramiel: rolling 5d10+50
(5+4+3+9+1)+50= 72

GM (GM): His armor is destroy!

Fried Silver: Fried Silver pulls out his pistol and spams it at the croud.

GM (GM): Sure,

Fried Silver: mind boosts gun hit chance right?

GM (GM): Nope

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 10
(76)+10= 86

GM (GM): Just skill.
So were you aiming for multiple targets?

Fried Silver: Yeah i gues

GM (GM): Roll damage

Fried Silver: rolling 4d10 + 40
(2+7+3+9)+40= 61

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+15
(15)+15= 30

Fried Silver: Hey

Jakob Yasha: ( Not dead yet. )

Fried Silver: rolling 4d10 + 40
(3+5+10+7)+40= 65

GM (GM): Point.
You empty the clip into the three and they go down!

Jakob Yasha: ( Thought we were running. )

Fried Silver: "Master ye I oh uh..."

GM (GM): Asimov weeps

Joanna

Ramiel: (( but is Joanna not kill? ))

Fried Silver: ((I Robot, You Dead.))

Suule S.: (( Hmm... can I try to nick one of the autos ))

GM (GM): Sure!

Fried Silver: so do i lose an ammo box?

GM (GM): There is a armed guy between you and the cars but sure!
You lost 7 rounds and need to reload.
Oh wait, you used a machine gun, right?

Suule S.: (( Hmmmm... I could jump into the car and try to steal it ))

Fried Silver: "I-Ijust killed 3 people with the..." Fried starts to stare down the dead bodies.

Suule S.: ((Tumble roll? ))

GM (GM): ((Yeah, that's a good one.

Fried Silver: a 45. m2

GM (GM): Or a simple dodge roll
That would do it.

Suule S.: rolling 1d100+35
(24)+35= 59
(Eugh)

GM (GM): Did you roll intiative Jakob?

Jakob Yasha: ( Oh sorry, no I didn't. )
rolling 1d100+25
(60)+25= 85

Ramiel!

Suule S.: ( I take I've failed )

GM (GM): (Actually it's up to the other guy's roll now.

Ramiel: (( I'm gonna try and move around closer to the house, and I'm gonna shoot at the cop again. ))
rolling 1d100+30
(61)+30= 91

GM (GM): That's a hit.
damage

Ramiel: rolling 5d10+50
(2+8+5+2+9)+50= 76

GM (GM): eesh.
You hit him square, he's viciously wounded!
Endturn?

Ramiel: (( I still got one action left ))

Jakob Yasha: ( I got an agility of 4, I'm assuming I can't reach the fellow across the street. )

GM (GM): ((Right, right))
(Not really.
(...30ft is abit wide for a street, huh?
((You could reach him with a sprint and tackle.

Jakob Yasha: ( Shite, and I forgot to put down that gun I got before the prison break. )

Ramiel: (( Can I not shoot the cop one last time? ))

Jakob Yasha: ( That'd be the best option. He's priority target. And yes, it's still Ramiel's action. )

GM (GM): Sure!

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(92)+30= 122

Jakob Yasha: ( Nice. )

Ramiel: rolling 5d10+50
(4+9+2+10+4)+50= 79

GM (GM): Minum damage alone takes him out!
Axl!

Ramiel: aight, Endturn

Jakob Yasha: ( What's the bonus modifier for sprint and tackle roll? )
( Agility? )

GM (GM): Yep

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+15
(23)+15= 38

GM (GM): He will try to parry that.

Jakob Yasha: ( In the least he's focusing on me and not the others. )
( And it cost him an action. )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(26)+20= 46

Ramiel exhales as he takes out the "cop," "Well you're clear now Joanna!"

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm guessing that takes 2 actions, so I'm done. )

GM (GM): You sprint and leap at the man, but he is able to guide you to the sidewalk
Followers turn!
The sheep approach!
One fires a FS!
rolling 1d100+10
(96)+10= 106
Hit!

GM (GM): rolling 2d10+20+15
(7+10)+20+15= 52
He fires several times with his pistol!
The other takes cover and fires on FS as well!
rolling 1d100+10
(96)+10= 106

Fried Silver: Would switching th the same gun but reloaded could as a turn?

Suule S.: ( Wait so I get into the car or... )

Jakob Yasha: ( Don't think it reached the other follower's turn yet. )

GM (GM): In a sec unicorn!
rolling 2d10+20+15
(10+4)+20+15= 49

Jakob Yasha: ( You doing OK Silver? )

GM (GM): So 101 damage this turn

Fried Silver: (( If you die I can put your brain in a robot unicorn. ))

GM (GM): ((Oh right, since the person opposing Joanna got downed I guess she passes free.))

Suule S.: (( Any actions left then or did I use all of mine? ))

GM (GM): The officer is going to kick the bear!
rolling 1d100+20
(57)+20= 77
rolling 2d10+30
(4+2)+30= 36

Jakob Yasha: ( 159 HP left. )

Fried Silver turn!

GM (GM): (That bear ate his breakfast.

Fried Silver: Fried Silver bring the slaughterhouse to the lamb.
test the melle style
what was my built in knife damage again?

GM (GM): 2d10

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 20
(11)+20= 31

GM (GM): hit

Fried Silver: rolling 1d10
(8)= 8
fug

GM (GM): plus str

Fried Silver: isn't fighing style double the rolls?

GM (GM): (probably should have more characters play defensively
Yea.

Fried Silver: 2d20 or 4d10?

Jakob Yasha: ( Speaking of: was there a fighting style that affects parrying or defense? )

GM (GM): Doubles dice rolled from knife
attacks. Gain an additional attack while using a
knife.

Fried Silver: rolling 2d10 + 60
(1+3)+60= 64

GM (GM): Judo.

Fried Silver: rolling 2d10 + 60
(3+8)+60= 71

Jakob Yasha: ( Ah, thank you. Couldn't remember. )

GM (GM): Should be 4d10 FS.
Still, downed lamb!

Fried Silver: rolling 4d10 + 60
(10+4+10+9)+60= 93
rolling 4d10 + 60
(3+9+5+4)+60= 81

GM (GM): That'll do
Joanna?

Fried Silver: sorry, though it meant roll+strengh X2

GM (GM): I suppose I should be clearer on that.
To the same effect, practically, huh?
Think Suule has some lag today.

Fried Silver: Oh, and my bro might have also been a tribal chicken due to BillyWitchDoctor.com
Arise chicken arise

Suule S.: Sorry I kinda fell asleep
Yeah so uhhh

Joanna tries to smash the window, get in and start the motor

GM (GM): Sure.
We'll forgo the damage rolls
While you work on that combat continues, two boogies left!
Ramiel!

Jakob Yasha: ( I got the cop if I can hit him, do 12d10+130 damage. )

Fried Silver: "Joanna theres something wrong with me!"

GM (GM): [drowning pool plays in the background]

Ramiel: (( I'm gonna shoot at the other Cop ))
rolling 1d100+30
(60)+30= 90

Joanna: That's why I'm trying to get us out of here!

GM (GM): Luckily these are impersonators.
hit

Ramiel: rolling 5d10+50
(6+9+8+10+1)+50= 84

GM (GM): 80 harmor
you shred it!
last action?

Ramiel: Shoot again
rolling 1d100+30
(90)+30= 120

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/Wz_DNrKVrQ8

Ramiel: rolling 5d10+50
(9+1+8+8+7)+50= 83

GM (GM): This one goes down, wounded!

Jakob!

Jakob Yasha: ( He still a threat? )

GM (GM): You're taking the mustang, right unicob?
(Not even alittle.)

Ramiel: (( Knock him out ))

Joanna: (Yes!)

Ramiel: (( So he drown in blood ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Probably. Might off the dog in front of the yellow car if he isn't a problem anymore. )

GM (GM): (Well, the rusted truck is an option, you know, maybe.)

Fried Silver: (( I can't help to think about small soldiers when i hear this song.))

GM (GM): ((I forgot about that dog.))

Jakob Yasha: ( He got a gun? )

GM (GM): (A pistol)

Ramiel: (( get him then. ))

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm taking him out, the soldier's pretty fucked up. )

GM (GM): He is going to parry

Jakob Yasha: ( Rolling to hit, no restrained hit, I'm too pissed for that. )
( Just a regular movement then attack. )
rolling 1d100+15
(37)+15= 52

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(98)+20= 118
Oh wow, I'm rolling high today.

Jakob Yasha: ( Strong parry to completely throw off a 250 HP dealing attack. )

GM (GM): pap he swats your attack.

Jakob Yasha: ( That's my two actions. )

GM (GM): Last dog and sheep!

Ramiel: (( Why don't you use your up close technique? ))

Jakob Yasha: ( What do you mean up close technique, all I got is melee. )

GM (GM): He is going to strike bear!
rolling 1d100+20
(92)+20= 112

Ramiel: (( You have Judo or karate or something right? ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Martial arts. )
( It doubles attack dice. )

GM (GM): rolling 1d10+20
(9)+20= 29

Jakob Yasha: ( That's it. Was just wondering if there was a defense art. )

GM (GM): 29 damage

Jakob Yasha: ( 130 HP. )

GM (GM): (I suppose there should be.)
(Tai chi? Tai ki?)
Frisky slicer!

Jakob Yasha: ( Probably should've gotten the art that betters melee aiming. Actually hitting the damn enemy is far better than missing half the time for a one hit kill. )

Fried Silver: (( Get some drugs that boost your skills.))

GM (GM): (That's called just getting faster.)
(Your turn, frybot.)

Fried Silver: Some Speed weed will help
Oh, and is space weed legal?

GM (GM): Nah.

Fried Silver: Chop Chop Cjop
rolling 1d100 + 20
(14)+20= 34

GM (GM): hit

Fried Silver: rolling 4d10 + 60
(4+1+10+5)+60= 80
rolling 4d10 + 60
(1+4+9+3)+60= 77
(( THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T INSTALL SHADY MILITARY SOFTWARE IN ROBOTS.))

GM (GM): The dog goes pale, he will retreat on his turn.
Joanna

Joanna is trying to start the mustang

GM (GM): *Or do you guys want to end combat?
It starts

Fried Silver: "Master wait for me!"

GM (GM): ((Would be abit of a loophole if a car parked on the road not 5 seconds ago didn't have it's key in there.))

Ramiel: I would say End Combat

Fried Silver: Oh and loot the corpses guys.

GM (GM): Jakob!
The dog is going to try to run!
You get a free hit at the guy!

Jakob Yasha: rolling 1d100+15
(71)+15= 86

Joanna: GET IN THE CAR

Jakob Yasha: ( Ok. )

GM (GM): let him go or send him to hell unconscious?

Jakob Yasha: ( Was just gonna regular hit him, but sure. Knock out. )

Ramiel: (( It's alright, Joanna will run over him. ))

Jakob Yasha: rolling 12d10+130
(10+2+2+6+10+8+7+5+1+10+7+8)+130= 206
( He's now stuck in a coma for 206 days. )
( Done deal. )

GM (GM): You soft punch him with the force of a train with a pillow on the front.
He rolls clean over the car behind him and hits the ground, throughly unconscious.
You have a car!

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm gonna go take the gun from the wounded cop. And also kick him unconscious. )

Ramiel waves back to Joanna as she pulls the car out.

Fried Silver: Imma take all the stuff i can from the people i killed

Ramiel he hops inside at the first chance

GM (GM): You pile into the car.
Destination?
Or would you leave this horrible place?

Jakob Yasha: ( Did the guy who contracted us tell us where to meet him after the deed was done? )
( Just go to the hospital where we saw him I suppose. )

Fried Silver: "Going back home to Logos would be nice."

GM (GM): ((Nope! The assumption is that he would be at the hospital still.

Jakob Yasha: ( Unless the guy we were supposed to whack isn't dead. )

Ramiel recalls his drone tot he car, where he tucks it back inside, "Get us out of here!"

Ramiel: "It's too hot for us to try and kill him here I think."

Jakob Yasha piles into the backseat, breathe ragged from the beating he took.

Joanna makes a 180 turn and goes the road leading as far as possible "This whole thing stinks big time..."

Ramiel: "If we're lucky, I could try and shoot him through a window, but that's a longshot."

Fried Silver: "So you guys wanna listen to the radio?"

Please stand by

Joanna: Wait what... you didn't kill him?

Jakob Yasha ignores the others and puts his head back. He tries to rest for the duration of the car ride.

Ramiel: "Very Critically injured, but if they can get him to ER, he might live... maybe. "

Joanna: He healed people of INJURIES
Whatever is in that sewer he could use it on himself

Fried Silver: Rock ya fixed me when i didn't get out of the... kill mode, why am I doing it still in my normal self?"

Ramiel: "No he didn't. It's a scam you Moron.!"

GM (GM): Guys wanna practice vehicle combat?

Joanna: How do you know it's a fucking scam.

Fried Silver: WWWWWWWEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
sure

Jakob Yasha: ( Yeah. Did I get the gun the cop was holding? Might help out. )

Ramiel: "BECAUSE I"M NOT STUPID ENOUGH TO BELIEVE IN MAGIC GOO"

Fried Silver: Did i get my frsh kill loot?

Joanna: WHAT ABOUT THE PARASITES
ARE YOU NOT GONNA BELIEVE THOSE

Jakob Yasha: "Then what of the possum lady? How did she spew fire?"

Ramiel: "Extrasolar Parasites are one thing, a human dunking a parrot into goo and then her eating shit on the pavement doesn't prove anything."

Fried Silver: "Well I know a guy on Logos who might help us with that question."

Vechicle Combat

The pilot determines intiative. To strike with the car the pilot must roll his pilot skills as you would a weapon.

That said...

you exit the suburb but not soon after two cars catch up to you!

Ramiel: (( How fast are we going? ))

GM (GM): According to past actions, over 100mph

Ramiel: (( Damn, that's just over what my drone can do. ))

Jakob Yasha: "We're being tailed." Jakob grunts.

Fried Silver: "You see I think those parasites were a living boiweapon FAR FAR AWAY that drifted thru space and lander in our system."

Joanna: ( Me first then ... Driving is AGL?)

Ramiel: Piloting skill io think

GM (GM): That is correct.
All skill.
So, roll intiative joanna!
rolling 1d100+25
(72)+25= 97
Ah, mistake.
For each level in piloting you gain +30 to dodge or attack.

Ramiel: (( I'm a real good space pilot, but not a great driver, so we're stuck with Joanna I guess. ))

GM (GM): The car behind you rams your back!

Ramiel: (( GM, can I roll electronics to temporarily overclock my drone to speed it up? ))

GM (GM): Sure, difficulty 90

Ramiel: ((That means I need to beat 90 right? ))

GM (GM): Yep

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+20
(48)+20= 68

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+20
(97)+20= 117

Ramiel: I tried at least

GM (GM): rolling 4d10+20
(4+8+6+10)+20= 48

Ramiel: (( You gonna dodge Joanna? ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Can you detach the gun? Maybe you can aim it out the window and try firing at them. )

Ramiel turns over to Jakob, "Punch out the back window!"

GM (GM): 50hp

Jakob Yasha: ( Doubt I need to aim. )
rolling 12d10+130
(10+5+2+8+10+10+3+9+6+1+6+10)+130= 210

Fried Silver: "Sir you might want me to, his arm could get cut up."

Jakob Yasha smashes the window open at Ramiel's word.

GM (GM): That window is unconscious

Jakob Yasha: ( GM, did I get the gun from the coppa? )

Ramiel: (( Can I get Jakob to physically hold my drone stead so I can fire it fro the back? ))

GM (GM): ((If Ramiel gave it to you. Of course you could just take it.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Or I can do what Ramiel says, that sounds like a good idea. )

GM (GM): ((You could ask him to.))
Sure!

The truck comes to the side and swipes!

rolling 1d100+30
(71)+30= 101
rolling 6d10+40
(2+3+2+3+1+9)+40= 60

Ramiel hands the drone over to Jakob, "Hold it steady so I can shoot!"

Ramiel: (( You know you can dodge with the car Suule ))

Jakob Yasha grips the drone tightly and points the barrel out to the other car. He braces himself. "Do it!"

Ramiel: (( What difficulty is it to aim at the driver? ))

Jakob Yasha: ( I think he dozed off again. )

GM (GM): I just imagine Joanna absolutely frozen in terror.
Cover, -40 to hit.

Ramiel: (( What about the tires? ))

GM (GM): Who did we lose, anyway?
Normal shot.

Ramiel: (( I'll shoot at the tires then. ))
rolling 1d100+30
(41)+30= 71

GM (GM): Hit!
Gee, didn't stat tires.

Ramiel: (( You think Robit man can take control of the car with Suule gone? ))

Fried Silver: Sure

GM (GM): 80hp sounds about right, right?

Ramiel: rolling 5d10+50
(4+1+7+6+5)+50= 73

Fried Silver: Fried pops into the driver seat.

Ramiel: (( I'll shoot again. ))
rolling 1d100+30
(69)+30= 99
rolling 5d10+50
(2+10+9+7+8)+50= 86

GM (GM): And thus, a crash roll.

Ramiel: (( Silver, just prepare to dodge when they try to ram ))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30 beat 90
(26)+30= 56
He does not.
He hits the barracade and crashes

Ramiel: (( We can also drive fast thaan their vehicles. ))

GM (GM): There is an idea.

Ramiel yells to the front seat, "Pull ahead. I need a shot on the truck!"

GM (GM): The car exploded

Fried Silver: "Guys focus fire on the tires.."

Ramiel: (( you gonna go faster Silver? ))

Fried Silver: Yes
rolling d100 + 40
(93)+40= 133

Ramiel: (( think you just declare it "

you put your metal foot to the metal floor!

As you pull away the truck is going to make one last attempt to side swipe you!

Fried Silver: "Man this remind me of one of my friends named CA-B3

Ramiel: (( Dodge ))

any defensive action?

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

Oh fug

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(78)+30= 108
rolling 6d10+40
(10+1+3+3+8+3)+40= 68
He hurts your paint job
you speed escape, despite his efforts you lose him in the distance!

Ramiel: (( I'll shoot at his tires now that I can see them ))
(( I want to be certain. ))

GM (GM): Sure, he's a sitting duck now.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(29)+30= 59

GM (GM): hit, let's save the extra rolls and say they blew out.
You return to the hospital
actually, do you return the to hospital? You have wheels now

Fried Silver: Sure, lets het the cash.

Ramiel: (( Let's try it. ))

GM (GM): You return!

Ramiel tucks his drone away once more.

Fried Silver: "So uh, how do we prove that we killed him?" Fried Silver wispers.

GM (GM): ((Who did we lose?))

Jakob Yasha: ( I doubt we can even afford going to the hospital if we want to heal up. )
( Suule's still here, but he probably fell asleep. )

Ramiel: (( Just Suule I think, probably asleep. ))

GM (GM): Well, he works hard.
I assume
You return to the hospital, slightly used stolen sports car in toe.

Fried Silver: "So uh, we did the job."

GM (GM): After looking around abit you find the hospital staff, haggared as ever, and your Mr. John in the waiting area.

Ramiel steps inside with the Robot

Mr: .John I had heard there was some commotion.

Fried Silver: "Well, thats cause the job wasnt discreet sir."

Jakob Yasha follows after Ramiel, taking a seat on the sofa.

Ramiel shrugs, "you neglected telling us about the cult they had going on in that neighborhood."

John: I do think I did mention that, actually.

Ramiel: "I'm quite certain you didn't."

Joanna: (( Sorry guys, but I need to go to bed. I can barely keep my eyes open ))

GM (GM): ((Sleeeeeep!))

Ramiel: (( Can I roll schmoozing? ))

Fried Silver: Night NIght,

Joanna: (( Night ))

Ramiel: (( later Suule. ))

GM (GM): Sure, roll away.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+20
(88)+20= 108

Fried Silver: Funny how I fuck up my sleeping and fixed it to play this and now people are sleepy

John: I said he took over my organization. You having to deal with a large group of people was a given. Ah, I suppose I could have informed you better.

GM (GM): ((It's winter. People hybernate.)

Jakob Yasha: "What was in the sewer wasn't mentioned either."

GM (GM): Fries!

John: That is correct. I didn't think it would quite be a factor in your mission.
Still, all you managed to do was fire a single shot into Nighthorse

Ramiel nods, "Whatever the case, I can tell you with certainty that I put him in critical condition, he isn't living unless he can get to the ER."

Ramiel: "He has a whole mob to protect him, sniping is the best option."'

Fried Silver: "Well the jobs done even without you informing us proprly, now lets talk payment."

John: Yes, Nighthorse was wounded. Rather unfortunate considering you killed a half dozen of my followers in your escape.

Ramiel: "Your followers?" Then why don't you deal with them?"

Fried Silver: "Well this proves that they're being smitened for falling for false Idols."

John: Nighthorse has deceived them along another path... yadda yadda, I'll cut the crap.
You pegged Nighthorse. Good job. Unfortunately my informants tell me he survived.

Jakob Yasha: "Did your informants say where he is being held? Is he still in that neighborhood?"

Ramiel sighs, "Fine then, I strafe the area with my ship, that enough for ya?"

John: Maybe he has someone that knows how to clean a bullet, maybe he is tough, maybe leaving a wounded man alone with a sewer full of biomatter and plenty of help is alittle hard to kill.
That is an option.
an extremely illegal option, yes, but it would do the job.

Jakob Yasha: "And everything else we had done is legal?"

John: provided nighthorse isn't held up somewhere else by now.
I try to not warrant a military response in my activities, you see.

GM (GM): Still, if you want that be my guest.

John: But since you only almost killed Nighthorse I'm only generous enough for a partial payment.

Fried Silver: "Ramial, didn't we steal I dictators ship? maybe we can cover it up as a terrorist attack?"

John: You are a devious little servitor, aren't you?

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm sorry y'all, but I'm afraid I have to leave as well. :/ )

Fried Silver: (( its not like any of yall would kill him sice yunz put people into dreamland

GM (GM): I was thinking John was going to give you a different quest and then you guys could come back to the assissination job.

Ramiel eyes the robot. "No, that's my ship... I was imprisoned there."

GM (GM): Later man!

Ramiel: (( We could always leave and blow him off too. ))
(( And then there were two )

GM (GM): ((That's always an option. John is very slimey.

Fried Silver: "Well its just then of us now, wanna find a base of operation sit."
Sir

GM (GM): Choosing a base:

Fried Silver: "So, what did we get for roughing him up?"

GM (GM): You'd really have alot of options, huh?

John: gave you 7,500.

Ramiel heads back to his ship

GM (GM): You'll get 15,000 if you can successfully bump off the guy.
Also, MH!

Fried Silver: "So john, Do you believe humans?"

Ramiel: (( we left John. ))

Fried Silver: fug I mean Ramiel

Ramiel eyes the robot, "We just met two didn't we... I don't know about space god bullshit."

GM (GM): Ramiel, you see that your phone has afew messages.

Ramiel heads back onboard his ship, turning on his answering machine, and also wondering why he has an answering machine.

GM (GM): Beeeep

Fried Silver: "Well Ram, would you belive that I worked with them before even though I look outdated?"

GM (GM): You have afew messages, most are from the spacer union. They have afew contracts for schooner class ships.

Fried Silver: "Or at least got fake memories about them?"

Ramiel shakes his head, No I don't think I would believe that... not from a beat up piece of equipment like you."

Ramiel: (( Can I check the Schooner Contracts? ))

GM (GM): Sure

Fried Silver: "Well, Ill say that you guys treat me better than them and that whats count."

GM (GM): Contracts:
Asteroid exploration
Pao Investigation
Passage to Logos
Satilite recovery

Ramiel opens up the first contract

GM (GM): Yes, the Humans were always telling you, "c00k13, spend the next 800 years moving these boxes."

Fried Silver: Fried looks at the Logos contract

GM (GM): The contract appears to be from a Logos biological firm.
They want to investigate an orphan planet for plant growth and palatable water.

Fried Silver: "And I'm glad that when I stoped being with them I drifted to Logos."

GM (GM): Basic instructions, really. Go to the coordinates, take pictures, and bring back any samples if possible.

Ramiel: (( Seems like it might be tedious to say I check through each on GM, can we just a get a sheet on screen with a summary of them? ))

Fried Silver: "Well Ram, wanna help a sentient being out and assist Logos."

GM (GM): ((I'm kind of pulling this stuff out of my ass, but okay.))

Ramiel: (( Sorry, Just seemed like it would be worse on you, because I do want to read them all. I don't feel great about working with John."

GM (GM): Obviously, John is a jerk!

Ramiel glances at Silver, "What do you think about the Satellite recovery?"

GM (GM): Essentially you have contracts that will take you to any direction.

Fried Silver: "Well, I do have a lot in common with machines floating thru space."
*Fried goes looking for repair supplies.

Ramiel: (( I'm leaning toward Passage to Logos and Satellite Recovery. Kind of weird too, I only have one person to dispute me here. ))

Fried Silver: (( Well Ill help Logos.))

GM (GM): True. Should we adjourn early?
Also, FS is from Logos so that's a big help, actually.

Ramiel: ( (I don't know how much we could do with just us two really))

Fried Silver: So, what would be the price for a repair, repair kits and a portable kitchen?
Odd jobs really

Ramiel: How much would it cost to to fill my ship up after we even get to logos?

GM (GM): It's about $10 per 1 hp.
Actually, I had been working on that.

Fried Silver: "So Ram, Isn't there a belife that you earn a soul and not born with one."

GM (GM): I broke down units of space travel to basically be hoping from one planet to another.
And for each hope it was basically $10k in fuel.
So you'd have to get contracts to do things.
Or work for a corporation
What do you guys think of that idea?

Fried Silver: It's good

Ramiel glances up from his console, "depends on your beliefs really... Some people don't even adhere to it. Iunno man."

Ramiel: (( Corporations could fuck us if we work for them, might be better to just be contracted with them. ))

GM (GM): Logos beliefs on souls can be summarized by tipping a fedora.

Fried Silver: ( Are you shit talking Logos?))

GM (GM): ((Oh yeah, did you read the updated lore on that?))
((Not religion, but Logos having a giant brain based government.))

Fried Silver: ((Yeah, the gov reminds me about that one dude sex invisabe war ending.))
(they know what you want and need)
and no insane people
they can't sleep in tubes

Ramiel: (( Are there any terrestrial contracts right now? We might need to make some money just to make sure we can afford to get back. ))

GM (GM): Crap, if DEIW did it then the whole barrel is spoiled.

Fried Silver: It was the JC Denton ending.

GM (GM): The satilite job is just in high orbit, that's closer

Fried Silver: "So am I gonna be the one outside of the ship doing dirty work since I don't breathe?"

Ramiel: (( I think we should do that one then, but we would need EVA suits for that right? ))

GM (GM): Yes.

Fried Silver: Well you and the others

Ramiel: ( (What the cost on those? ))

GM (GM): Well, there is the idea of just shooting the thing out of orbit.
$75

Ramiel: ( (Pretty Cheap. I'll buy five of them. ))

GM (GM): 50hp. Will breach if it suffers 20hp.
5x suits!

Ramiel: Any way to armor them?

GM (GM): Sure.
It's like wearing a vest and a sweater.

Fried Silver: Can I buy a portable kitchen to COOK with?"

GM (GM): No, actually I've had a list of suits for Eo but I never got them typed up.
Not in space, not really.
You need air!

Ramiel: I do need that, yes

GM (GM): But dutch kitchen: 175

Ramiel: (( You're not getting a dutch oven in my ship. ))

GM (GM): Hey man!

Ramiel: (( ever heard of Carbon Monoxide man? ))
(( OR CARBON DIOXIDE? ))

GM (GM): ((It tastes fantastic.))

Fried Silver: Hello

GM (GM): Right okay.
Here was the ideas I had for Eo suits.
An ultra thin suit, the basics. That was the cheap one.
A bulkier suit with a vector jet, that's 100hp

Fried Silver: Im I the onlyone seeing the wizzard?

GM (GM): I see him too.

The Grand Wizard of LOVE: (( yea, i'm here))

GM (GM): How you been?

The Grand Wizard of LOVE: ((i joined once, like a few months back, just stopping by to see how things are going))

Fried Silver: Were gonna do satilite stuff.

GM (GM): Eh, the system is going good but we need players.

Ramiel: (( How much for the bulk suits then? ))

Fried Silver: And I fail at getting my hemp goblin brother to play, that how bad we need people

GM (GM): like 600.
The thin suits were supposed to only protect against vaccuum, not actual space exposure or temperature.
I also need to make a condition for decompression.

Ramiel: (( I'll buy 2 bulk suits and refund on normal suit then ))
But I want to roll to get a discount

GM (GM): Sure!
Just beat 60

Ramiel: (( Mind bonus and skill bonus right? ))

GM (GM): Bulk suit, 100hp, breaches at 50. Good for 5 hours. Jets allow you to move at 45mph.
Yep.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+35+20
(65)+35+20= 120

GM (GM): You can get up to 60% off

Fried Silver: So Merlin wanna hop in and go to space?

Ramiel: Yeah, I want 2 bulk suits suits at 60 percent off

GM (GM): 720 it is.

Fried Silver: You know that four S is Shave Shower Shit Shampoo?

GM (GM): That is correct.
I completely meant that in the writing.
Hey, wait a tick
What is the name of the ship?

Ramiel: Eh?

Fried Silver: Friend

GM (GM): Clever.

Fried Silver: or Pyro + Topsider

GM (GM): Popsider?

Fried Silver: I drew that shitty ms paint thing if yall seen it.

GM (GM): No I haven't, I think.

Ramiel: (( I'll call it the LWSS Cyclone ))

GM (GM): Ah cool, sorry things were dragging today.
We'll do exp next session but for this one I would think 40xp is about right if my math is right.

Ramiel: (( It's fine... not your fault really. We lost 2 players this session. ))

GM (GM): It's the winter ick!
Suule says he's in poland but I swear he catches the same colds that fly over here in Washingtonia.

Fried Silver: here the art that makes suule look like something http://imgur.com/c8DlucJ

GM (GM): I love it