Rifts Adventure IC

[Sherwood]

"There are several crates that arrived that got loaded over there. Feel free to check them out."

Over in the direction that the Grackle Tooth points are several large boxes, but none of them are large enough to fit the drones. They must come broken down for transport. Once you open one of the boxes, your suspicions are confirmed. With the aid of your robot, you should be able to have the choppers up and running in a few hours of work.

 

[Dano]

​

Trent Lockhart
Smuggler
​

After breakfast Trent departed from the mansion. Knowing that he had some time before the group would need to reconvene he headed to his favorite place, the bank. It did not take long for 'Betty' to arrive at the bank. The giant stone building had tall grey pillars out front. Each one of the four monstrosities were six feat in diameter and must have been fifty feet tall. Removing his shades as he hopped out, Trent smiled as he could smell the money inside. Strutting inside he did not bother to speak to one of the reps, instead he signaled for the manager to come forth from behind the massively over-sized desk he sat behind. The bald, plump man came around to greet Trent, who simply nodded his head in acknowledgement, "Box 1752... please." The request took the bald man by surprise and he looked over his shoulder and signaled for two others to come assist. They bent down and he whispered into their ears before running off.

"If you would please follow me Mr. Green..." he said in an almost arrogant way. Trent gestured for the man to continue as he followed closely behind. They walked down a small corridor and made a left at the end, bringing them to a door that the manager had to swipe an access card and then have his retinas scanned before the door would unlock and allow them to pass. Once inside, there was only a large table in the center of the room. The two employees that had run off were just now entering the room from a second doorway, which appeared to have the same type of locking system as he saw the faint green retina scanner lights through the small glass window. They set a very large, metal box down into the table. Trent nodded in appreciation as he waited until all three had left before he removed the golden key from around his neck. He unlocked the box and opened the lid to reveal stacks of cash, gems, fake I.D.s, a few pistols, and a new suit. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out the remaining unwrapped stack of credits, totaling one million and tossed them into the box. Pawing through he pulled out another stacks, about a third of what he had just deposited and pocketed the credits. Trent had given Charlie nine of the stacks to cover the transportation and needed to deposit the rest to prevent any questions from being raised or asked by the others. He thought of it as his 'finder's fee'. Shutting the lid and locking it back up, Trent went to the door and knocked three times. The door opened and the two employees waited until he had passed before they entered the room and hauled the heavy container back to the storage room. Trent had owned that box for seven years now. Each time he returned from a job he would divide up the credits between Foss and himself and then proceeded to the bank.

Exiting the bank, Trent donned his sun glasses once more and jumped back into the Badger before taking off down towards the dock. Several minutes later, he pulled through the gate and could see the massive River Walker being loaded with all sorts of 'goods'. Trent stopped short and hopped out. Lord Brazamal had indicated that his list of 'supplies' would be here somewhere, now to just locate them and get everything loaded before into Betty. As he scoped out the dock he spotted Charlie. Walking over he smiled and patted him on the back, "You've done well friend... Is everything set?" he asked, clearly needing reassurance that Captain Ramius was going to honor the deal. Not waiting for a reply he continued, "... I was supposed to have some supplies delivered to the dock... You haven't seen anything with my name on it have you?" The last part was a joke. His name wouldn't be on anything. Instead, Brazamal knew that the identifier used for Trent's 'things' was a small red rectangle with black dots. It was a throwback to an ancient child's cartoon character that he named the Badger after. It didn't take long before Trent spotted the crate with his mark. Motioning for Foss to follow, he opened the container door to find everything as requested. It didn't take long to load most of the gear, but when it came to the cover for the Badger, Trent knew that he wouldn't be able to assist being as big and heavy as it was. "Do your thing..." he said with a grin to Foss as he was coming back to see what else needed loaded. Betty was only ten feet from the container so it was not a big spectacle when Foss hefted the cover and set it against the observation deck of Betty. Climbing up onto the deck, he pulled the monstrous cover up as if it were a single wooden 2x4, and secured it on the back. It was great having Foss around. Nobody expected such strength out of someone seemingly so 'normal', it really gave Trent a sense of security that he would normally have to pay much more for. He watched as Trent drove Betty onto the ship. The others were arriving now and looking around he saw Kimberly meditating off to the side. Walking over he didn't bother to look down, but rather just stood next to her and said, "I believe it is time to go..." his voice was soft and kind, not knowing much about this woman, other than the Atlantian seemed ready to attack her because of some ancient feud. Kimberly seemed to be much more controlled, something Trent valued in these type of 'stealth' jobs. Having her as an ally would be much more useful than having her as an enemy. Reaching down he offered her a hand, "...let me help you up." Knowing full well she was capable of getting up, it was simply the gentleman thing to do...

Epiphany

 

[DraconianWarrior]

Blake, Cyborg

Once i find all the parts i take them all to my trailer and set upon the task of piecing these machines together i decide to do it on my own to better familiarize myself with the machines so that id be better equipped to repair or modify them in the future

 

[Purr]

Gradicus the Red Edge
Atlantean Undead Slayer​

Earlier in the day.

Spoiler: Mood Music

"What a Fool Believes" by the Doobie Brother
Partial lyrics:
"But what a fool believes he sees
no wise man has the power to reason away
what seems to be
is better than nothing"

"More than sixteen percent," Trent had said. What did that mean, specifically? Or was it important after all?

Gradicus nodded along listening to the human's every word. It sounded like Trent had gotten them a good deal and he should be appreciative for it. Besides, Trent was Brazamal's man, wasn't he? So perhaps, Gradicus felt, he was wrong to be suspicious after all.

Time would tell.

There was one line Trent used, however, that raised Gradicus's eyebrow.

He paused for a moment before looking around the room and then back at Shaona, "...There is no need to worry about the Captain or the crew trying to rob us... Would you bite the hand that feeds you?"

Did this Trent mean to put himself in the place of Elder Brazamal with such a comment? Trent's hand alone did not garner the River Walker's attention. Whatever the case, Trent the Smuggler seemed to attempt to place himself in greater position than the green-haired Shaona. That was worth keeping an eye on him. Power and authority, Gradicus knew, was often a matter of permission. He was certain a man like Trent knew it even better than the young Atlantean did. Gradicus would watch and listen around him.

But in the meantime, the bacon was delicious!

* * *​

Presently, at the docks.

Gradicus watched the augmented human, Eric Foss, lift up the Badger without so much as breaking a sweat. To Gradicus, the giant vehicle must have weighed at least 20 tons. In the young Undead Slayer's mind, this made the "human" stronger than any Anti-Monster Gradicus had ever seen, perhaps even physically stronger than Brazamal himself.

Gradicus smiled. In the Arena of Champions, Eric Foss might have become a god of the sand with such strength and power at his beck and call.

"I have a pair of bunk rooms capable of sleeping four each available for you if you are not wanting to sleep in your trucks. Chow is three times a day at seven, twelve and six. Any trouble from hostile parties out on the water and I'll expect your assistance in getting all of us through the scrap alive."

Gradicus approached the Grackle Tooth and sized him up. The ship's captain was a naturally powerful creature, the likes of which Gradicus had fought alongside and against in his previous adventures. However, Grackle Tooths were something new to him. He found his curiosity calling. "You could expect my help with hostiles even if we were not onboard your capable vessel, captain." Gradicus grinned like a predator.

"You might say I have a thing against those who now rule the ancient island we are bound for." Then he held out his hand in offer to shake. "I am Gradicus the Red Edge. An Atlantean. Who are you, Captain Raimus, and who are your people? Are all of you practical sailors unafraid of the horrors of the sea?"

STATUS

Location: Dockside with the River Walker
Active Effects: None

 

[Epiphany]

Kimberly Finn​

As others arrive, Kimberly considers suspending her meditations but the sheer amount of cargo she senses being loaded suggests they're all busy. Someone unused to boats will likely just be in the way. Best for her to remain out of the path of traffic for now.

And so, the Mystic Knight 'watches', aware of each individual, each vehicle, each box as it enters her field of detection. The ship appears to be provisioning for a journey of epic length. It makes her ponder the dragon's mission for them, and his decided lack of hurry. How long would this trip truly take? ...Did she have something else to do instead, besides finding her mother and 'father'?

Aware of Trent's approach, Kimberly tilts her head slightly in his direction as he nears her. Interesting. His lack of arms and armor at dinner was unsurprising. But he doesn't appear to be carrying much in evidence today either. Perhaps stowed? Or perhaps his talents lie in other directions. It didn't escape her notice that he made the arrangements for everyone. Even if the Captain of this ship is known only by repute to Trent, it's still more information than she knows. Then perhaps any of them know. There'd been no real discussion of who would lead this operation but, for the moment, this trip was well in his hands.

"So it is," she says at last, when he stops beside her and informs her of the ship's imminent departure. Kimberly accepts the offered hand and uses it to rise, her gleaming white, silver and golden armor gleaming like the white landscape beyond the docks. Beside her, she lifts a trunk and a duffel that hold all her worldly possessions.

"It's Trent, isn't it," the Knight says, her tone turning the question into a statement. "Kimberly. Though of course Lord Brazamal introduced me already. You did well in arranging this for us." Her hands occupied, she tilts her head in the direction of the ship. "Perhaps you'll help us again by encouraging the others to gather tonight and begin formal planning. We know precious little of each other, our capabilities, and we have only the broad outlines of a strategy for this mission of ours. I'll suggest the same but something tells me they may listen to you more readily than they'll listen to me."

The Knight's eyes remain hidden behind her mirrorshades, as always, but there's a bit of a smile quirking her lips with self-reflective humor. He likely doesn't know or understand the Atlantean's outburst at dinner but she judges him a perceptive man and she doubts it escaped his attention. Dano

STATUS

Location: The Docks
Active Effects: None

 

[Sherwood]

One by one, Blake tears into the various crates and finds all the major parts for the two drones, along with complete instructions on how to assemble them. Thanks to your well equipped toolkit, assembly will be easy enough even if it takes about an hour on each one. By the time you are done with the first and take a moment to check the controller, you can tell that the River Walker is under power and is on her way on Lake Erie and is heading to the river exit to the ocean. Do you want to give the drone a quick test flight or wait until you are done assembling the second?

Gradicus approached the Grackle Tooth and sized him up. The ship's captain was a naturally powerful creature, the likes of which Gradicus had fought alongside and against in his previous adventures. However, Grackle Tooths were something new to him. He found his curiosity calling. "You could expect my help with hostiles even if we were not onboard your capable vessel, captain." Gradicus grinned like a predator.

"You might say I have a thing against those who now rule the ancient island we are bound for." Then he held out his hand in offer to shake. "I am Gradicus the Red Edge. An Atlantean. Who are you, Captain Raimus, and who are your people? Are all of you practical sailors unafraid of the horrors of the sea?"

Marko is a busy fellow during the departure process, but once the ship is in open water and is racing through the lake, he has a bit more time to talk. Through cigar-clenched teeth, he says, "An Atlantean, huh? Cool. Never met one of you people before." He looks you over with interest. "Nice tats, by the way. All of those on the Walker are a bunch of misfits that I gave a home to. Ya need not worry about them; we have all come to trust one another with our lives and have a great love for the sea."

For the rest of you on deck, the ship's crew can be seen going about the business of getting the ship out to the lakes' deep water with a practiced efficiency of no wasted energy. Before long, the ship is under power and is moving away from the docks and accelerating.

 

[Purr]

Gradicus the Red Edge
Atlantean Undead Slayer​

Spoiler: More Mood Music

"I'm on a Boat" by The Lonely Island feat. T-Pain

Pleased, Gradicus glanced down at the living artwork his body had become over his four decades of life. His tattoos were true works of art, each more realistic than abstract, expertly drawn with great attention to detail, and inked with incredible colors that nearly shouted their individual magics.

Thinking of his beloved family and his clan, Gradicus spoke with pride. "Each of these is a story, captain. Perhaps we can share tales over a brew as we travel. People like you and I often have interesting lives."

Gradicus examined the rest of his team. His statement was just as true of them. He thought with child-like wonder. Perhaps, in time, we too shall share the same trust and camaraderie Captain Raimus and his crew enjoy.

As he pondered, he took a look across the ship and watched what his new teammates were doing. Then he looked out across the water, for his people were seafarers long before humanity had even learned the word. By Tamaerus, it was good to be on a boat again!

(Image credit: Atlantean by Chuck Walton)

STATUS

Location: On the water with the River Walker
Active Effects: None

 

[Dano]

​

Trent Lockhart
Smuggler
​

Trent walked with Kimberly up the ramp and onto the deck of the ship. "You did well in arranging this for us." Her words were sincere and that went a long way with him. "You're expertise is combat..." he deduced by the armor and weapons she donned, "... Lord Brazamal knows how to fit pieces together based on skill sets in order to get what he desires. I happen to be skilled in transportation..." the smirk on his face said it all. It certainly did not take someone to know that Trent was very confident in his skill set, to the point of being downright cocky at times. She spoke once more as they ascended the ramp to the main deck, "Perhaps you'll help us again by encouraging the others to gather tonight and begin formal planning. We know precious little of each other, our capabilities, and we have only the broad outlines of a strategy for this mission of ours. I'll suggest the same but something tells me they may listen to you more readily than they'll listen to me." It was a bit surprising to hear that she wanted him to 'lead' the group. Trent had been used to being a lone wolf, until Foss came around. The two of them were able to accomplish much together, not really needing anyone else. Having to worry about others seemed more like a burden to him... Well, maybe not Kimberly... her reputation had the potential to speak for itself. The others, he was not sure of and only time would tell. "I could request that the others meet to discuss the mission after dinner tonight..." Trent shook his head in a way that would suggest it might be hopeless, "... I must admit, I'm not used to having to worry about the actions of others when completing such tasks..." he raked his fingers through his hair, "... I can provide some insight on how we might try and proceed... but I know very little about Atlantis or anything about the 'cargo' we are to recover, other than what Lord Brazamal has told us..." As they arrived on the main deck, he spotted where Foss had 'parked' Betty, "I have some things to take care of, I will try and convene the group after dinner. I shall look for you at dinner to inform you when and where we shall meet." With that he clapped her softly on the back of the right shoulder as he walked past her towards the Badger.

Later, and once the vessel has left the dock, Trent approached Captain Ramius when he was alone and stood beside him, eyes looking out over the water as he began to speak, "Captain, thank you for agreeing to transport us to Atlantis on such sort notice. Charlie spoke highly of you and your crew..." Turning so that his back was to much of the ship, his gaze was still straight forward, looking past the large reptilian, "... he also informed me that you would bring us to Atlantis and then wait off shore for one week while we procured our cargo before leaving for the mainland..." Now Trent turned and looked at Ramius and in a hushed tone said, "... If it comes to it... and we need more time... I have additional credits that can cover us... I don't want to be left on that God forsaken death trap of an island..." Trent's expression turned from dead serious to a wide grin as he started audibly laughing as he turned to face the captain. The expression disappeared as quickly as it had come, "... This vessel does not leave Atlantis without me and my guy on it... whatever it costs... are we clear?" He turned once more so that he was beside Ramius looking out over the water, "... Isn't it a beautiful sight..." the sun was glistening over the water as the few clouds in the sky passed by....

Epiphany Sherwood

 

[Psychie]

Terra spends a few moments making sure her Automatons are properly secured and won't go sliding across the deck with a sudden large wave. With that done, she will find a spot that is out of the way of the crew to be able to look out over the water as it passes by.

 

[Sherwood]

As the River Walker travels, the ships crew of twenty settle into a simple routine of being on the open water. There is a regular deck patrol to make sure that the various vehicles are secure, and a lookout with binoculars scans the water both ahead and behind the ship.

It is thanks to both the lookout and the ship's radar that the three smaller ships that are closing in on you were detected. Marko hears the call about the three other ships and runs up to the top of the bridge and grabs the binoculars. With a low growl, he says, "Hmm. Not Coalition. Those are fast patrol boats. Time to see if we can outrun them. Bobby! Give me some speed and sound the alarm! If we are going to be attacked, let's make them earn it."

At this order, a klaxon goes off and the ships engines begin to put out more power, driving the River Walker through the water faster and faster. Seeing this, the three small ships also gun their engines in an effort to catch up to you.

As you watch, three suits of Flying Titan Power Armor launch themselves from the deck of one of the gunboats chasing you. They are roughly three thousand feet back and are closing in rapidly, and the crew are moving quickly to arm themselves.

What do you do?

 

[Purr]

Gradicus the Red Edge
Atlantean Undead Slayer​

Spoiler: More Mood Music

"Relax (Final DJ's Relax on the Beach Remix" by Frankie Goes to Hollywood
Partial lyrics:
"Relax, don't do it..."

Titan Power Armor! Look at them fly so nimbly across the sky! Gradicus thought as he leveled his multi-optics helm over his eyes. He adjusted the telescopic monocle and zoomed in looking for markings and colors of any kind to give a clue as to who the fliers were. He also took note of the condition of the power armors and how they flew. Were they in formation or did they fly without discipline?

Spoiler: Image of Titan Power Armor

This is what Gradicus is thinking of. Sherwood, if it's wrong, let me know and I'll change it.

(Image credit: The World is Yours - Wikidot )

Gradicus's found his lack of experience in the Federation of Magic catching up to him fast. Even if he could see markings, what would be the point if he didn't recognize them? He would call them out to his teammates, he supposed. The gladiator in him wanted to engage them immediately. Chase us, would you? It raged inside of him like a lusty fire. Let us see how you give chase when you are cut in two!

But cooler notions from his Atlantean Undead Slayer and samurai training took over. "Relax," he took a breath of self-control. "Don't do it." Instead, he shouted a warning for all to hear. "Take hard cover and stay apart! Those armors are armed with mini-missiles!" Then he took his own advice. He unslung his M-160 ion rifle and kept it at the ready.

"Captain," he said in an amused tone, "know you these would-be hounds on our trail?"

(Image credit: Atlantean by Chuck Walton)

STATUS

Location: On the water with the River Walker
Active Effects: None

 

[Sherwood]

Spoiler

Dannigan had the exact armor that is flying at you in that picture. What is generally known about the armor is that it is fast (top stopped of 400 mph), but it sacrifices its armor to get that speed by having less than 200 MDC on its main body. It's armed with six mini missiles and a pair of light lasers, along with whatever the pilot is carrying in his/her hands.

The three suits of powered armor are not in any particular formation, and when you zoom in to get a closer look at them, you can see a stylized serpentine pattern painted on them. Each of the three are carrying rifles of some kind. If you want to try and identify the weapons, you will need to make a Perception roll (a d20 for those that don't know and hope for a high number).

Along with his cigar, Marko is now packing a laser rifle and a light suit of MDC armor. When Gradicus tells Marko about the symbol he sees, the D-Bee lets out a snort. "Yeah, they call themselves the River Serpents, but they usually operate farther west. A real bunch of assess. Don't feel too bad if you end up splashing them. But you should watch out; they have at least one dragon with them. Everyone, give them a warning shot, just to try to play nice."

Several laser blasts shoot out from the crew of the ship, aimed up at the powered armor suits. None of the shots hit, but it does make them swerve and dodge about, but they don't stop advancing. They are now about 2,000 feet out.

 

[Psychie]

Terra frowns at the sight of the powered armor flying their way, and then quickly moves over to her Automaton that she has playfully dubbed Junior. Reaching into the equipment pack, she pulls out her Nova Rifle and flips of the safety. Those three can't be expecting to take us on. This has got to be a effort to get us to slow down for the rest of the ships back there to attack and try to board and seize what cargo that they can. Still too far out for me to hit. Have to bide my time.

As she waits, her hand goes up to the talisman that they just got from the dragon and invokes the shield that it offers.

Spoiler

Number of Attacks: 4
Strike: +8
Parry: +8
Dodge: +8
Roll: +9
Initiative: +3
Perception: +4, +1 vs Vampires and the Undead
Horror Factor: +4 to Save
Critical Strike on a natural 19-20
PPE: 77

MDC: 135

Nova Rifle: 1d4x10 MD, 8 shots

When Directly Piloting the Automation
Number of Attacks: 6 / 2
Strike: +5 (+7 with Sword)
Parry: +6 (+8 with Sword)
Dodge: +2
Roll: +2
Initiative: +4

 

[DraconianWarrior]

Blake, Cyborg

when i finish building the first drone i decide to give it a simple test nothing as grand as flieing it but just to see if everything moves the way it should aand if it turns on.

upon hereing the sirens i exit my trailer in a rush and look around, i stop one of the crew members and ask what is happening why is the alarm going off?

 

[Sherwood]

Blake is quickly brought up to speed on what is going on, and when you look up, you can see the three suits of powered armor and the ships that they came from. The flying suits are closing in fast, but the three ships are struggling to keep up.

Last call to make any prep work before I call for initiative rolls from everyone.

Epiphany Purr Psychie DraconianWarrior Dano Silanon

 

[DraconianWarrior]

Blake, Cyborg

i would like to head down to the engine rooms, stopping by the captian and checking with him if i have permission to boost the performance of the ship,

 

[Sherwood]

Marko glances over at Blake. "What? Is that something you can do without damaging my ship? I doubt that we can outrun the flyers, but the boats back there are more of a threat. Go for it."

 

[DraconianWarrior]

Blake, Cyborg

I then head down to the engine room and inspect the engine, i would like to inspect the engine and any guages near the engine to see if there is anyway i might be able to maximize its performance (one of my skills)

 

[Silanon]

Shaona, technowizard

A short moment all by herself, savely under deck while the engines are roaring to carry them all the way to Atlantis. Her eyes are on the package she received, inconspicuous and yet more valuable than many others of its size. She can feel the magical power within - it's about time that she takes a look. The first item is a black crystal, promising to let her hide within the shadows once she figures out the details; it'll be an intriguing task over the next few days, one she very much looks forward to. She's had help with the last few enchantments she made - this time, she'll be on her own.

The other object: A talisman, like those worn by some of the most fearsome hunters out there in the world. It certainly comes at a cost - a considerable debt if this operation fails. It feels heavy in her hands as she grabs it, heavier than it should. The weight of a burden. Or of a promise. The promise to save at least one of the four they're looking for. Oh well - that'll be doable. She's a technowizard, after all. Shaona closes the thin necklace around her neck, making sure that the talisman is easy to grab in case she needs extra protection. It'll hopefully be a while before that's the case.
The crew won't bite the hand that feeds it - at least if our procurement hero knows what he does. He seemed damn confident in his choice. Perhaps over-confident, and a bit too haughty for her own taste. She'll certainly watch her belongings closely.


A noise from above ends her thoughts abruptly - some shouts, a few bursts of heavy rifles. The wake-up call for all those day-dreaming wizards under deck. She takes her time to lock away the gem she just purchased, then she grabs her rifle, holsters the heavy pistol and makes sure that the knife on her belt can easily be drawn. Her armor comes to life around her as soon as she opens the ppe flow, allowing the exosceleton to do some of the work for her. For now, that only means to speed up her steps to an almost inhuman level as she races to join the others, ready to see what's waiting for her attention. As soon as someone points her in the general direction of the threat, the ppe drain becomes slightly more severe as the additional protection gets activated - invisible for the unwary eye, but Shaona can feel it all around her. Didn't take us too long to find trouble, did it?

"Take hard cover and stay apart! Those armors are armed with mini-missiles!"

Someone is mindful enough to take the lead, or at least give some orders for those who don't quite now what they're dealing with yet. Her eyes find the Atlantean, his rifle at the ready - she dives for cover relatively close nearby, and prepares for the things to come. "Got you - anything else we need to worry about?"

Spoiler: Stats&Stuff

85 MDC protection
24 SDC
13 HP
92 PPE (+2D6 per level); recovery 4 per resting hour, 8 per meditation hour.
27 ISP (+1D4+1 per level)
12+ to save vs Psionics
+2 vs Horror
+2 vs possession&mind control
0 vs magic (+1 on level 3,7,10,13)
0 spell stregth (+1 on levels 4,8,12)
+3 Perception for machines&magic

4 Attacks,
+2 Pull Punch
+1 to Strike with heavy weapons/vehicle weapons
+3 parry
+7 dodge
+3 roll with impact
Speed 44

with knives:
0 strike (+1 on 2, 4,7,10,13)
+1 parry (+1 on 3, 6,9,12)
+1 strike when thrown (+1 on 3,6,8,10,13)

Armor: Speed+Armor of Ilthan active, 30/50 ppe remaining

 

[Dano]

​

Trent Lockhart
Smuggler
​

Trent had been inside the Badger inspecting some of the new 'toys' he had acquired from Lord Brazamal when he heard the alarms and shouts on deck. "Foss! Jump in the rail gun turret... lets have some fun!" With that, he jumped into the cockpit and the engines roared to life. Driving out onto the open deck from where they had been 'parked' he spun Betty around to where others were already firing and pointing to give Foss a better angle on the incoming fliers. Flipping down his new HUD shades he checks the coms, "...Foss, can you hear me? Let's try and scatter them... aim for the one in the middle... I'm going to charge up the ion cannon!" and with that grin, he flipped a few switches and the engines roared to life. While Betty was still locked down, Trent was still able to control the ion turret from inside her belly. The targeting system came online and the all too familiar echos of the ion cannon 'warming' up could be heard throughout the River Walker. With that Trent activates his Suppress Fear ability and his nerves harden like steel as he focuses on the task at hand...

Spoiler

Ignore the 2nd die roll... I clicked the button by mistake, but my 1 should be a 2 since I have a +1 to initiative rolls... not that it is going to help

 

[Sherwood]

Spoiler: for Dano

The Badger is currently strapped to the deck of the ship to keep it from shifting about. If you try to move, you'll break the tie downs. The main turret can swivel about and has enough elevation to target the three suits flying in.

More to come later

 

[Sherwood]

While most people are eyeing the three suits of powered armor, from in front of the ship there is a pop of displaced air as a dragon suddenly appears up in the air and it drops down on the front cargo deck with a loud roar! It would seem that the power armor suits were just a distraction for the dragon to make its appearance.

Everyone needs to give me an initiative roll, and those on deck also need to make a Horror Factor roll because of the dragon. Don't forget any bonuses you may have!

 

[Psychie]

Terra spins about at the sudden appearance of the dragon and raises her rifle and gets ready to fire.

Spoiler

Number of Attacks: 4
Strike: +8
Parry: +8
Dodge: +8
Roll: +9
Initiative: +3
Perception: +4, +1 vs Vampires and the Undead
Horror Factor: +4 to Save
Critical Strike on a natural 19-20
PPE: 77

MDC: 135

Nova Rifle: 1d4x10 MD, 8 shots

When Directly Piloting the Automation
Number of Attacks: 6 / 2
Strike: +5 (+7 with Sword)
Parry: +6 (+8 with Sword)
Dodge: +2
Roll: +2

 

[DraconianWarrior]

Blake, Cyborg

As im racing to the engine room i hear the roar and a slight feeling of dread fills me, and i begin to sprint to the engine room to maximize the performance of the ship

 

[Silanon]

Shaona, technowizard

Sometimes, thoughts are complicated - too diverse to put them into proper words, no matter how hard you try. In other times, just like this one, the opposite is the case: All those different lines of thought merge to some simple sentence or word, ready to be unleashed.

"Fuck!" When that particular word leaves Shaona's lips, she really means it - a bloody dragon on board of the ship before the journey even really starts. For more than what you'd consider as a short moment, her thoughts run in circles, indecisive which exit to take: The one where you hunker down in hope that the thing decides to eat someone else, or the one where you get roasted in a semblance of heroism. A couple of startled seconds later, she at least manages to add a similarly expressive "Fricking hell!" to the number of words that are appropriate without picking either side.

And then she does the only reasonable thing and takes as much cover as she can possibly find, weapon in hand without any intention to use it right now. She might be quick, and powerful, and most of the times even confident. But not fricking stupid. That thing spits fire. She once knew the right spell, but it's gone right now. A bloody dragon. That's what it comes down to, and she doesn't like it, not a single bit.