Futuristic Hunt for the Codex - A future western RP - Always Open!

[Uncultured]

@StoneWolf18 @Anyone else who wants interaction! Feel free to hop into the convo!

Finch




"Not a bad haul, you could probably pawn her off for at least a handful of two two rounds, but I suppose a girl like yourself has more use for a big gun than a picket full of cash" said Finch, his glib charm wearing off and melting into a more subdued and straightforward tone.

Before Finch could speak again Horace emerged from the bathroom with the sound of a flushing toilet. The massive man strode over to the two with a stern look on his face, clearly agitated at something or another.

As the giant strode through the room he attracted glances of fear, loathing, disrespect and plain disgust from others, as well as a few who actually admired the half-giant's clear physical strength and ability. It was a mixed bag of reactions, one that Finch had grown quite accustomed to over the past couple years.

"Oh boy, hope he's not moody right now" said Finch with a sly chuckle, turning his glance sideways to the mysterious woman.

Horace

"Hmmmmmmffff" said Horace as he came up to Finch and the woman, eyeballing the two with a stern glare that could be mistaken for violent intent. For the moment he held his gaze steady, giving Finch cause to reach slowly for his stun-gun in case someone had angered the massive man child. Yet like a sun shower the storm quickly passed and the anger dissipated.

"Finch, they were out of toilet paper, I used an old magazine, I hope boss man won't be angry, I really hope boss man won't be mad" said the massive, muscle bound man in a gruff, deep and very worried tone more fit for a truant kid after being caught by their parent.

"I'm sorry if I worried you little miss, sometimes I worry people without trying" said the half giant, looking down in an almost ashamed manner, picking at the nails at the tips of his massive fingers to distract himself from his own embarrassment.​

 

[StoneWolf18]

test

Location: Basement of Bar


Thoughts: Awwwwww


Status: Friendly


Tags: @HunterJJ @Anyone


Assets


Firearm Accuracy || 5/10


Melee Weapons || 2/10


Hand to Hand || 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging || 10/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude || 3/10

“I have no intention of selling it so you can back off.” Raphael was about to tell him to leave her the hell alone before the half giant exited the restroom and came over. As he began speaking like a child, her heart broke.


HE WAS ADORABLE.


“Hello there.” The woman’s tone immediately softened. The looks various people were casting the gentle giant were too harsh for him, making Raph want to cuddle him even more. Though before she could continue, 3 drunkards came up next to them. They looked to be the sorts you’d find in this part of town, rough and extremely racist. “Well, well, what do we have here…” One of them grinned whilst sizing the half giant up. The other two surrounded him on both sides, their eyes gleaming with a burning hatred. Standing, Raphael raised her Auto Rifle a bit. “Back off, what has he ever done?” The one who had spoken turned and spat at her. “This don’t involve you Lady, mutants are sum on this very earth, the whole reasons all this shit has happened to us. I guess someone such as yourself would understand that, unless…” He leaned to the side a bit, trying to see though her longcoat. Raph closed it, yet not soon enough.


The gruff man lunged forward, causing her to lean back and put the barrel in his stomach. He did however manage to tug it off so that her gills were clearly seen. While landing a knee in his groin, the other two continued to harass the gentle giant that was nearby.

 

[Clairvoyance]

Claire

"Claire, Claire Harlow." She replied, shaking his outstretched hand. "From what Teague described, it doesn't sound like they're going to want to talk. Besides," she glanced around at the others in the room. "most of the people in here seem relatively eager to prove themselves." Flashing a quick smile, she added, "Your aren't prone to violence, are you?"


Hearing a commotion, her smile faded. She felt more than saw a half-giant lumber up next to the loudmouthed man. Three drunks quickly followed, surrounding him and then turning on a woman as well. "Shit.." She muttered. "The drama before the drama."


@The Endergod

 

[Uncultured]

Finch and Horace




"Every damn time" thought Finch to himself in a frustrated tone as the group of men began to insult Horace after surrounding the small circle of people. After the initial wave of typical mutant bashing things began to move extremely fast. Within the span of five seconds one of the three men had lunged onto the woman and pulled down a part of her clothing, revealing a partial Sythid mutation. Only a half second after the cloth had been pulled down, she had driven her knee into the poor saps nether regions, sending a shock wave of sympathetic pain through Finch's own groin. As the man fell to the ground, one of his friends reached to his belt to retrieve a knife, as he did so, Finch withdrew his stun gun with lightning speed, aiming it at the chest of the man and pulling the trigger, sending a pair of taser points into his solar plexus, causing him to drop to the floor in a convoluted and twisted manner. As the man dropped to the ground twitching and mumbling half formed words, Horace slowly backed away from the scrum and towards one of the corners of the room, content to stay away from the violence that had erupted in the basement of the bar, out of fear that he might kill someone on accident, an ever present risk for the extraordinarily strong man.

@StoneWolf18

Still one left standing for you with their gonads unsmashed and their nervous system not overloaded with electricity

@UnknownSection​

 

[UnknownSection]

no slide

Arlo Karrigan

Arlo Karrigan


Firearm Accuracy: 10


Melee Weapons: 2


Hand to Hand: 1


Defense/Agility/Dodging:5


Mechanics/Explosives Aptitude:7

Arlo let out a sigh of relief as the iciness of the room began to melt. Not only was the menacing man, or woman, out of room, but people were finally starting to talk. The silence of the room was then broken as a large half giant came out of the restroom. He almost snickered at what the half-giant said, but suppressed it for the well-being of himself. He swept his eyes over the man who had introduced himself as Kaine, Finch, and finally the half-giant that Arlo assumed was Horace as Finch had mentioned that name earlier.


Arlo kept a placid complexion as he responded to Kaine's comment, "Hmm yes, preparing for the attack would probably be the best thing to do. Although some of us may have other ideas." Arlo faked a cough and gestured towards the door where the man with the bird mask had walked out moments before. Looking back at Finch, Horace, and the woman who had not yet introduced herself, he suddenly noticed that 3 hostile looking alcoholics had walked up to the trio. Arlo cringed as he heard the foul bigotry that came out of each of the drunkard's mouths, followed by one of the men revealing something along the woman's neck. What a bunch of poor souls they are, giving in to the social norms in this abhorrent society. Arlo slowly walked towards the three unfortunate men.


As he got closer, he was finally able to figure out what caused the drunks to turn their attention to both the half-giant and the woman. The woman's gills were completely visible now after he had tugged away her collar. A lady with gills and a guy with extreme height stirs up this kind of commotion? Arlo shakes his head slowly, but before he could do anything, the woman took out one of them with an expertly placed attack to the groin and Finch had already whipped out a taser, bringing a second one down. Hmmm, looks like there's just one left me. Arlo gave a chilling leer at the last man as he considered his options. He concluded that using his firearms would be too loud and messy, and Arlo didn't necessarily want to permanently damage the guy's foot. And so, Arlo took his crossbow off his back, already loaded with a bolt. "Pew," he said playfully once more, as he fired for real this time. The bolt soared through the air and gave a resounding crunch as it embedded itself within the man's foot which earned a cry of agony as the man grasped his foot and toppled to the floor, knocking down a few chairs along the way. "Tch."

 

[Blaire Wisteria]

"That is a lovely name, and to answer your question, I for one do not enjoy getting into skirmishes. I reject such needless violence and will only act on such impulses if need be." Suddenly he could hear quite the commotion going on behind him. He quickly turned around to see three drunkards harassing the rather large man he had somehow failed to see earlier. All he could make out were the prejudice comments about mutants. This made him quite mad, for the man had presumably done nothing wrong to deserve such ridicule from men such as themselves. Before he could act, one of the men grabbed the woman with the rifle by the collar, which in turn revealed her gills. Arashk was surprised to say the least, for he had not encountered a Sythid in quite some time. Even more surprising was her reaction to his actions. As she thrust her knee into the mans groin, he couldn't help but wince. Then just as she took down her assailant, the man standing besides her shot another with a stun gun taking him down almost instantly. Arashk was impressed with the mans reflexes to say the least. Then a man seemingly from nowhere waltzed up and shot the third man in the foot with a crossbow. "Well they sure know how to take care of themselves and cause a ruckus." He said turning back to Claire. "Shame though, we could have probably talked the men down. Now their hatred for mutants will just grow stronger."


@Clairvoyance

 

[StoneWolf18]

test

Location: Basement of Bar


Thoughts: Fuckin’ hell…


Status: Wary, Self conscious


Tags: @HunterJJ @UnknownSection


Assets


Firearm Accuracy || 5/10


Melee Weapons || 2/10


Hand to Hand || 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging || 10/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude || 3/10

As the man now known as Finch tazed the second one and another unknown man take out the third, Raphael immediately fixed her coat, flipping the collar up in an attempt to hide what had just been shown. “Name’s Raphael…” She muttered, her gaze flicking back and forth between the two. The half giant, who name was apparently Horace had receded to the corner of the room, clearly distressed by the situation. The woman had now grown extremely self conscious and a bit shut off based upon her posture. It took her quite a bit of self control to keep her finger off the trigger.

 

[Clairvoyance]

Claire

With a rueful grin, Claire shrugged. "Well, they've learned their lesson. While I'm not a murderous psychopath, talking someone down, like you might, isn't usually the route I'd take in hostile situations." She gestured at her mace. "I have old faithful here for that."


"But anyway, thank you. I don't think I've met any quite as polite as you; human or mutant!" She looked over at the three who'd taken out the trio of drunken fools, having only glanced at them in her previous examination of the room. The woman, Raphael, was revealed to be half Synthid, her gills being exposed by the thug who'd attacked. She was interesting, to be sure, and looked as deadly as any other person in the room. Then, of course, there was the man who'd boasted about being the supposed 'only one ready,' apparently named Finch. The third guy had melted out of the corner, popping in to finish off the last one quite easily.


"This sure is going to be interesting, huh?" She said, half to herself and half to Arashk.


@The Endergod

 

[Doctor Jax]

I Z Z Y

​

The chronicler was late, as usual. She had a bad habit of walking in a little bit behind the mark, something the Jesuits had time and time again tried to beat out of her, with no luck. She just took too many darn naps, was her problem. She lost track of time, started reading, and fell asleep, and by the time she got on the convoy, she knew she'd be late by at least thirty minutes to an hour. No matter -- it wasn't likely that Teague and his men were the kind to be punctual.


And so, she walked into the grimy bar with head held high, bright blue eyes taking in the bar with something like awe. It wasn't often she saw places dirtier than the ruins she scavenged, but this took the cake. There had to be at least fifty years' worth of grease caked inside the building, probably enough to pose a serious fire hazard. It was stupendous. If only she had a camera. She wove between bar patrons, with practiced dodges keeping out of reach of curious, bold fingers looking for either bullets for currency or other choice bits. Well, joke was on them -- even if they managed to get close, there wasn't much to find.


The woman drew her eyes away from the make-shift paint on the walls and headed towards the basement. If her informant was right, this was the place to be. She tried to turn the handle but found that it was stuck fast. She jiggled it a bit with a frustrated expression, and a patron next to her wheezed, "It gets stuck like that. Gotta put her shoulder to it, really." Izzy's eyebrows rose and she nodded. Despite the mask covering the lower half of her face, it was obvious she was smiling from the crinkle of her eyes.


"Thank you kindly," she said sweetly, sidestepping the man's wandering hands while also leaning her shoulder into the door. With a great shove, she managed to pop it open, but her egress was so sudden that she found herself running down the stairs at a breakneck speed until, finally, she came to a stop in the room full of... well, people would be a compliment.

 

[Blaire Wisteria]

Arashk Pembroke

Tags: @Clairvoyance @HunterJJ @UnknownSection @StoneWolf18

Skillset

Firearm Accuracy: 1/10

Melee Weapons: 9/10

Hand to Hand: 6/10

Defense/Agility/Dodging: 7/10

Mechanical/Explosives aptitude: 2/10
​

"I try my best to make good first impressions, and I sure do hope it stays this interesting. Well we should go familiarize ourselves with the rest of the group." He said as he got up from his seat and started walking over towards Finch, Arlo, and Raphael. He walked up to them, somewhat in the middle of the three, and cleared his throat. "Greetings fellow adventurers, I am Arashk Pembroke, traveling merchant. Who might you three be?"

 

[Throne Trinity]

Vicar Micolash

Vicar begins to kick some stones outside the pub. It had been at least five minutes since he had left the bar and the thugs still hadn't arrived. How inconsiderate. He begins to examine his reflection in his blades. Vicar notices the red on his mask was fading and he was in desperate need of his dye. Oh well. He could go borrow some later. As Vicar examines his reflection he notices a figure out of the corner of his eyes. He looks up to watch as a frail female figure in a mask approaches the bar. It didn't appear like she had noticed him yet but there was no way she was part of the group coming to kill the boss. She smelled too good and her skin was too clean. Vicar contemplates assassinating her anyway but decides against it. The thugs could be here at any moment and to much movement out side of the shadows would give away his position. Plus (from what he could tell) she had a pretty face. There weren't enough of those anymore. His mother had one of those but now she was ash, blowing away in the wind.

Vicar Micolash

Firearm Accuracy 3/10


Melee Weapons 9/10


Hand to Hand 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude 1/10

 

[Uncultured]

Jeremy Finch




"Thanks, both of you, I can't tell you how many times I've had to deal with folk like this on account of Horace there..... Not his fault though, hes about as gentle a giant as could be, but people don't tend to judge giants on what they're saying"

"Might want to cover up those cuts eh, could get infected" said Finch, referencing her gills with a wink. Hoping to help minimize the amount of potentially unwanted attention that she might draw from others regarding her mutations, and casting a stern glance at the men who now lay scattered about clutching various parts of their bodies..... or in the case of the stunned one, twitching about randomly.

Horace




"They want to kill me, why do they want to kill me? I don't want to kill them...... Jeremy always says I have to before they do..... but I don't want to kill them" thought the giant somberly as he surveyed the scene from a distance, sticking close to the corner he had chosen, and hunching over in his seat onto the table before him, physically shutting out the world. Horace, while not the most intelligent, knew not to stay in the forefront of such a situation's wake, and chose to keep his distance from the rest of the people in the basement as he was sure, and rightfully so, that there would be others who would at least consider reigniting the tension in the air.

​

@UnknownSection @StoneWolf18

 

[Fenris]

Kaine



​

While the gambler caught a few glances here and there the only one to acknowledge his vote had quickly bashed his hopes by unsheathing a crossbow and getting into it with a couple of bleary eyed ruffians. They were dispatching each other before the enemy was even in sight; it was enough to draw a sour look from Kaine who held the expression just long enough to realize and quickly forced his features back into a flat smile.


Honestly he held no special love for mutants, not that he really liked much of anybody off the get-go, not until they actually proved beneficial. But there was no denying his opportunist nature so he quickly started into a little clap, “Impressive! I dear say, we hardly have need of such ill mannered rabble. To provoke a fight within the group, “ the brunette shook his untamed mane dramatically, “better to be rid of them. Now all that is left is to repeat the result upon our would be assassins.” This room full of killers seemed to be quickly falling into sub fractions and groups; as always Kaine was determined to take the winning side.


Just then the sound of someone rushing down the stairs came to his ear. The gamblers ornate gun cleared its holster just moments before the masked figure came fully into the room. There was a moments hesitation, one he'd later chide himself for, but the newcomer was thus far unarmed and his vote for blasting the next thing to descend had been largely contradicted or ignored. Well there was more than one way to skin a cat. “Welcome. Rushing to join our cause or just the afterlife?” He asked lightheartedly from behind the barrel of his revolver.

 

[UnknownSection]

no slide

Arlo Karrigan

Arlo Karrigan


Firearm Accuracy: 10


Melee Weapons: 2


Hand to Hand: 1


Defense/Agility/Dodging:5


Mechanics/Explosives Aptitude:7

Arlo held a solemn look as the gentle giant hobbled over to a chair and sat down. Responding to Finch's token of appreciation, Arlo gave a gentle smile, acknowledging what he had said. Now turning to the part Synthid woman, Arlo said "It's a pleasure to meet you, Raphael. I go by Arlo. Also, Finch is right, you should probably pull back up your collar again, I'd rather not have to deal with another instance of what has happened here. I had hoped that we would only draw our swords and guns when Teague's assailants came. It is a shame." He gave it a reassuring smile before Arlo's conversation was suddenly interrupted with the voice of Kaine. Shifting his body towards the basement door, he could now see that someone new had entered the room.


Looking at the weapon Kaine currently held in his hands, aimed at the mysterious person, Arlo tensed up once more, shoulders slightly arching and fingers searching for the relaxing feeling of holding his gun. His fingers slid their way to the revolver and entwined themselves around the handle, his trigger finger twitching. He had not yet taken it out of its holster, but he knew that within a moment's notice he could quickly draw it out and place a neat hole in the flesh of any hostile opponent. He silently signaled to Finch, Horace, and Raphael to be wary as the stillness of the room enveloped itself around Arlo.

 

[Clairvoyance]

Claire

With all the excitement that had already happened, added to what she knew was to come, Claire removed her mace from its sling and let the tip thump against the floor.


Being a melee combatant, she knew she'd need to be near the action to do any damage, so she made her way over to the doorway occupied by the newest stranger. She kept a respectable distance from the gunslinger, but was close enough to attack anyone else who came down to the basement.

 

[StoneWolf18]

test

Location: Basement of Bar


Thoughts: Fuckin’ hell…


Status: Wary, Self conscious


Tags: @HunterJJ @UnknownSection


Assets


Firearm Accuracy || 5/10


Melee Weapons || 2/10


Hand to Hand || 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging || 10/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude || 3/10

Readjusting her collar so it concealed her gills once more, Raphael already felt some of the glares she was getting. Returning the favor to few of them, she let out a hefty sigh. "What the hell did I do to get damned like this..." She muttered bitterly, clearly distressed by the whole situation.


Closing her eyes and taking a breath, Raph tried to continue as if nothing had happened. "Nice to meet you both. Yes, it is quite the shame, though with a group like this something's bound to go wrong." Her voice was a bit too steady, and sounding a bit strained as if the tone was mocked.

 

[Paranoid Android]

Jack was late. His mule had died a good 3 hours ago, and the foot ride tired him out immensely, besides making him way later for the meeting than he originally intended. As he approached the old and gritty bar. The scent that came in the very moment He stepped into it wasn't filtered by his old non-functioning gas mask, and he felt a brief nausea sensation. Each living being inside it made him reconsider the option of being born, but the reward he was going to get for job would certainly be bigger than all money he ever made in his life. After two minutes of slowly walking through the bar, Jackson approached a few people talking, and overheard a conversation about an object to be recovered in Nevada in exhange of a large reward: It was the meeting.


He ordered a drink from the barman, while he heard some babbling about mutations, and after finishing it he walked towards them, idle arms under his poncho. He saw what appeared to be a giant, an imponent reptilian presence, along with a few other folks. Precaution was always necessary in places like this, especcialy when he didn't have a good feeling about it, like what was happening now.


Dylan slowly guided his hand to his sheated Model 1860, preparing the gun.


"I'm sorry, but I believe I'm late, gentlemen."

SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY. . .

​

 

[Doctor Jax]

I Z Z Y

​

The young woman realized her mistake a little late as she watched several people reach for assorted weapons upon their person. She looked around, almost perplexed, before it dawned on her: ah, yes, they thought she was some sort of hitman or such. She put up her hands to show they were empty to those in the room who deigned to pay attention to her entrance, and she quickly said, muffled through her mask, "Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to come in so rudely... The door was stuck."


Looking to the gunslinger with his gun pointed at her, she gave him a pair of crinkled eyes as she smiled at his quip and stated, "Seeing as the afterlife isn't quite all its cracked up to be, I'd say I'm joining in with the lot of you. I heard there was something that needed finding, and finding things is one of my many hobbies. "


She took a gander around the room, and her eyes seemed to glaze over as she carefully catalogued each member. A woman with a mace, looking twitchy. A woman with a conspicuously placed scarf. A gunslinger with a sense of humor. A half giant (oh goodie!) with another human nearest the woman with scarf. A man of Asian descent, a reptilian with a smooth tongue, and a small woman hiding somewhere in a corner away from the commotion. If one could find a dictionary, and search the word "motley crew", this would be the illustration. The Jesuits never did know how to go easy on her.


"Name's Izzy, Izzy Britten," she said, walking towards the gunslinger, the other man, the woman with the scarf, the Asian man, the reptilian (so many interesting people here!) and the half-giant. She did her best to keep her enthusiasm towards seeing a half-giant contained, but some of it spilled out never the less. Her eyes continued to dart over and crinkle with a smile at the half-giant, who seemed... well, a bit agitated and down. She had the urge to go and put a hand on his shoulder, maybe even pull out pencil and paper for him to draw with, but she figured that would be a bit too forward. She didn't know anyone yet! But, she was determined that she'd at least talk to the half-giant before this little icebreaker was over. Such fascinating creatures!


"And, ah, who are all of you? I see you're at the least capable of taking care of yourselves." She looked down at the twitching mess of men on the floor with a blase expression, looking back at them with cheerful dissonance.


@HunterJJ @Fenris @StoneWolf18 @UnknownSection


@The Endergod

 

[Uncultured]

"Finch's the name, and that sad sack in the corner is my buddy Horace, we're smugglers by trade but there's not many jobs we won't take... if the pay's right I suppose" said Finch as the woman walked towards the group, after she literally, and figuratively, disarmed the people in the room with her words.


Finch could tell that she was eyeballing Horace, not that he blamed her, it was hard not to eyeball an eight foot eight beast of nature with the mind of a fifth grade animal enthusiast who at the current moment seemed to be carving something in the table with a screwdriver. Finch couldn't suppress a half smile as he wondered to himself just how and why the half giant would bring a screwdriver to a meeting like this. He remained dumbfounded for a moment with his head turned towards his partner in crime before turning his gaze back to the newcomer, awaiting the others to introduce themselves to the woman.


@Doctor Jax


@Everybody (Hit squad is about to walk into the bar in 1-2 posts)

 

[Clairvoyance]

Claire

Once the newcomer introduced herself as Izzy, yet another person at Teague's disposal, Claire relaxed. She was polite, if a little too polite for the current setting, but a seemingly good person nonetheless. 'The mask is an interesting accessory,' thought Claire, taking in her visible features as she moved away.


Introductions were finally, after a lengthy, awkward lull in conversation, being exchanged, so Claire left her door-side post followed Izzy to the group near the basement's center. "I'm Claire Harlow. It's good to meet you all." She said with a small nod.





@HunterJJ @Doctor Jax @StoneWolf18 @UnknownSection

 

[Paranoid Android]

Jack looked at the guard who apparently didn't notice him walking into the basement.


"I believe we should be doing real names for this. I'm Jackson. Jackson Dylan." The man sat down on a chair, still with his left handing holding his M1860's holster. "Claire, huh? Anyway, are we setting off now? Each second spent on this place makes my bad feeling about here worse. After all, it's a disputed item we're looking out, right?"


@HunterJJ @Clairvoyance

SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY. . .

​

 

[Blaire Wisteria]

Arashk Pembroke

Tags: @Doctor Jax

Skillset


Firearm Accuracy: 1/10


Melee Weapons: 9/10


Hand to Hand: 6/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging: 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude: 2/10
​

Arashk looks over at the new face that has come to join them on their quest. As she was walking over to the group, he couldn't help but notice her mask. She introduced herself and commented on the men on the ground. "Greetings Izzy, I am Arashk Pembroke, at your service. Please excuse my associates here, as we are all a bit jumpy and with good reason. Apparently there is a group of assassins that will be arriving shortly, and we are to deal with them promptly." He said a he proceeded to bow and scrape. "Excuse me miss, but might I ask why you are wearing a mask such as that? You don't have to answer if you feel that it is too personal of a question."

 

[Uncultured]

From above the basement where our characters stand, the door of the bar can be heard opening, and the sound of heavy, and numerous footsteps can be heard from below. From the vantage point of our heroes, the only sounds that can be heard the the muffled words of the newly entered men, but their arrival's meaning is well known. The hit squad is here....


Some of the people in the basement clutch to their symbols and pray to their gods that the men who've entered are simply wanderers looking for a place to stay, while others hungrily eye the doorway at the top of the stairs, waiting with glints in their eyes and violent anticipation within their hearts, although most land somewhere in between, ready, but not waiting for the coming fight. In spite of all of the obvious physical and personal differences shared by most in the room, the one thing that everyone now shares a consensus on is silence. The enemy has arrived and the element of surprise is in the corner of our characters..... but not for long.


After a few long moments of silence from above, a salvo of gunshots can be heard as the patrons of the bar are slayed. Screams echo through the building and the smell of gun smoke begins to seep through the floorboards, soaking the air with it's pungent smell. As our characters prepare for the coming battle, blood begins to drip between the floorboards, falling between the cracks and landing around, or even on the clothing or faces of those within the basement. In the wake of the slaughter, silence reigns, but after a few moments the sound of a broken and terrified voice breaks the veil of nothingness that has descended upon the bar.


"They're below us, waiting for you to come down, they were all hired by him, I swear it's all I know, I swear..... no, no, no please you don't need to do that..... OH GOD PLEASE NO I TOLD YOU EVERYT....." came the final words of the man, capped off by a single gunshot and the sound of splattering brain.


Fast forward thirty seconds.....


The long table used for the meeting has been tipped over to provide cover for the men and women working under Teague. The enemies have gotten down the staircase without being shot due to their leader's ability to absorb large amounts of bullet damage. After all, he's a robot, and he just so happens to be wearing full rogue style, western clothing, a long duster, a ten gallon hat and all the makings of a tried and true mechanical outlaw, and to make matters worse, he's got a bone to pick with us now that his clothing is ruined.


The situation is a standoff. Our people stand crouched behind the thick oak table, and the robot and his people stand behind the private bar at the far end of the basement, along with several overturned tables. With the mechanical bounty hunter stand two trained gun hands, and five hired goons with meaner barks than bites, and outside, where Vicar is, there are two lookouts, watching for backup, one, a trained hand and the other an unskilled piece of muscle with more inches on his biceps than numbers in his IQ.


Inside with most of us.


Red Eyes - The robot - Underboss Level - Count - 1


Hired guns/Trained hands - Tough level - Count - 2


Hired goons/muscle - Common level - Count - 5


Outside with @Throne Trinity on lookout duty


Hired Gun - Tough level - Count - 1


Hired Goon - Common level - Count - 1


Read the first post, (at the bottom) for information on the classes of enemies and the rolls required to kill the different levels of enemies. During this conflict, we get the first shots at them before they return fire, give everyone else ample room to fight so please don't stack posts so that everyone can get some action. If people aren't posting, then stack posts as the story must continue, but right now I'm confident we'll keep it moving.

 

[Paranoid Android]

I need some of this first.


[media]



[/media]

"Fuck."


Jack drew both his guns, and took a quick peek out of the table. His mind was focused at the hired guns. With M1860 in his left hand and M500 in his right, Space Cowboy rolled out of the cover, and quickly shot the target to his right with his 1860 and the one to his left with the 500, proceeding to jump back behind cover as quick as he could.


The bullet penetrates the Hired Gun's stomach, hurting him, but not enough to kill.

SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY. . .

​

[dice]20266[/dice]


[dice]20320[/dice]

 

[Blaire Wisteria]

Arashk Pembroke

Tags: @HunterJJ

Skillset


Firearm Accuracy: 1/10


Melee Weapons: 9/10


Hand to Hand: 6/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging: 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude: 2/10
​

[dice]20272[/dice]


Arashk crouched down behind the table and took out his homemade pipe shotgun. He put his arm over the table and blindly fired into the group of people, and missed every last one of them because he sucks at guns. He then pulled his gun back over the table and wallowed in his shame and self pity.