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Savage Rifts: The Tomorrow Legion: Murderthon

Kara leans forward about to say something, when a Juicer starts yelling and shooting. Kara ducks down reflexively before hearing Toni yell, "Hold on!"

Kara was not holding on.

Kara slams back into her seat, the seat belt locking up and pinning her. "Where are you going?" Kara yells. "The fight is in the other direction!" After the seat belt stops pinning her, Kara spins around towards the Juicers' voices. "Never mind, the fight is chasing us!" She gets as close to the back of the vehicle as she can before using her mental powers to blast the juicers back.

OOC: (Using the Mega Concussive Blast power. Roll of 6. I also get a +2 to opposed Psionic rolls (when both attacking and defending), so if that applies, the roll is an 8. The cone should be wide enough to hit both juicers. They have to make a Strength check with -2 (-4 on a raise) or fly back 13"/26 Yards and become shaken.)
 
One of the juicer is pushed back 26'' yards by the powerful wave throwing him away like a rag doll, the other surprisingly enough manage to force through it, with the buzzing sound of his chain longsword.

ooc: Juicer 1 shaken, Juicer 2 is fine.
2nd round of combat: (In order)
Kara: used greater pummel (Concussive Wave)
Alexa: your turn
Juicers duo: One is 26" away, another is still close
Toni:
Kasey:
 
As the SUV jumps and bounces along the road, Alexa leans partway out of the window, and mutters a mystic incantation. From the tips of her fingers comes a single bolt of fire, directed at the closest Juicer. "Chew on that, ya ruddy butt-head!"

I'm going to detail out what I'm doing here, so if I make a mistake, I can fix it. Spending 4 PPE to cast Bolt - Onslaught for a single 6d6 attack. Rolling 2d12+1 for my hit: 15 total. That spell is automatically upgraded to an MDC attack.
Assuming that hits, my damage roll is: 28 points.
Finally, are we close enough to a Ley Line for me to tap into some extra juice?
PPE 15
Staff 6
 
Alexa charges her bolt of energy and throws it at the charging Juicer,as the blast literally blows a large hole into the juicer chest, as it falls down on the ground dead from the powerful blast. The other juicer has been pushed too far away and the only juicer left, the leader apparently stares at them getting away on the ATV. As they manage to drive away from the ambush.

They at least know for now, that the widowmaker's gang had placed a hit on them.

After a couple of hours, they finally reach the Arena.

The construction ahead of you is impressively large, if crudely-built. The arena appears made from several large slabs of rough stone, arranged in an irregular oval shape. The roof of the structure is another, darker type of stone—onyx or perhaps slate. Its curvature suggests a dome. A bulky humanoid figure made of the same gray rock that makes up the walls is smoothing
the stone underneath its fingers—obviously some kind of earth elemental shoring up the framework.

A large neon sign buzzes and flickers over the double doors at the front of the arena. The sign pulses with vibrant pink and yellow colors, blinking out the words “Sideshow Arena!” over and over again. A large open lot lies nearby, filled with several ground and air vehicles parked for the show.

The most obvious vehicle in the lot is a glossy black Mountaineer ATV with the name “Widowmaker” scrawled out in
detailed blue markings across both sides.

ooc: for people wondering: Extras only have one wound. Most enemies you will encounter are extras. As for Ley Lines, no Ley Line nearby the arena.
 
Kara steps out of the ATV, stretching. "See? Widowmaker's here," she says, pointing. "I told you we shoulda gone back and finished those guys off. Now we're gonna look like a bunch o' fraidy cats. Hopefully they don't laugh us out of the joint." While still stetching, Kara turns to Alexa and says, "I've been trying not to say anything, but I have to ask. Ruddy butt head? Is that really the best you got? 'Cause you need to find whoever sold you that insult and get a refund for a defective product."
 
Toni looks back over her shoulder at Kara. "I'd rather be a live 'scaredy cat' than a dead duck. I thought that pulling over and climbing out to get in their faces with my Psi-Hammer would be a bad idea. If I was wrong, we'll deal with the consequences of that decision when the time comes."
 
Right now the group is in front of the Entrance of the arena. There are many people walking in and out of the arena, many appearing to be people from the surrounding area, Kingsdale. Most of the visitors don't appear to be phased by the Earth elemental, easy to tell that they are quite familiar with magic around here.

ooc: Of course feel free to explore the arena. The front door is basically the only entrance to the arena. Once inside, you can explore/talk and interact with the people inside.
 
Alexa glares over at Kara, then grins. "Don't bust my chops, missy! I still have some trouble grasping human insults. I just don't get all the intricate details straight in my head. Just be glad that the spell worked; otherwise we'd have some trouble on our hands from those Juicers. So! Now where to? Is there a place or person for us to check in with?"
 
As Alexa is asking and the group moves casually to the entrance.

The interior of the Sideshow Arena is no more impressive than the outside and clearly built on top of the ruins of an older stadium.

You are standing at the edge of a long, ovalshaped field roughly three hundred meters across. There is a ring of seats for spectators around the outer edge, and doors along the sides hint there are other areas built into the walls.

There is a vid-screen mounted on the wall directly opposite the main entrance. As the doors shut behind you, the screen flickers on, revealing the face of a human male with thinning hair and a broad smile. “Welcome to the Murderthon!” He says, grinning.

“I’m Destin Knowles, the event organizer. And you must be the competitors from the Tomorrow Legion, am I right?”
 
"What gave it away?" Kara asked, throwing her arms wide open and walking towards the screen. "Was it the high tech gear, militaristic demeanor, or the fact we still have all of our teeth?"
 
"Ah charming legionnaires we have here,the cyber-knight in your group and the lack of juicers in your group does make your team stands out among the competitors." It is indeed pretty easy to spot on the cyber-knight distinctive armor. "Do you have any questions about the competition? and also feel free to buy some snacks and refreshments at the various kiosks."
 
"Yeah, we got some question," Kara said. "It's been a while since the last time I've been here, and I heard that things changed. Could ya give us a rundown of the events? And where we need to be before the show starts? And a little info on our competitors, could you please? Anything else?" Kara looks back at her teammates before gesturing towards the monitor.
 
"oh sure, while the murderthon is the main course, we have a few appetizers. The Arcadia Charity Foundation is sponsoring a bunch of minor warm up events for charity, while they mostly encourage juicers, anybody is welcome to participate and win prizes. We have a Gym if you want to do some exercises before the competition.

The Murderthon will consist of a 200 meters long lap and the winner is the first team that reaches the finish line and we do mean, the entire team. There will be many obstacles on the way and of course the opposing teams.

As usual of most murderthon, teams can attack each other but some weapons have been limited for this event:
-No large scale destruction weapons.
-Magic and Psionics are allowed but can't be used against another contestant. Transportation magic or psionics allowing you to move along the track such as the ability to fly for example or burrow underground are banned.
-Vehicles aren't allowed but participants are allowed to wear power armor, as long as they are running on the ground.
-If you break any of the rules , it's disqualification. But the disqualification only applies per individual, not the entire team.

As other competitors we have:
-The Widowmaker's gang named after the leader of this group of Juicers, Widowmaker, they are the crowd favorite at the moment. They are strong and powerful.
-The Chosen, a team of mercenary juicers. They are in it to win it!
-New Lions Pride, another team of Juicers. They are cocky and confident.
-The last one can hardly be called a team...the Rage Club: they are just here to hurt anything on their way, a team of juicers as well."
 
Toni lets out a little snort. "The Widowmaker gang is a man short. They made the mistake of trying to attack us on the road, and discovered the error of their ways. Perhaps the rest of their band will not try to get revenge for their own stupidity. So long as they behave themselves, though, I am satisfied with the outcome." She looks around the track and grounds with interest. "I may even be interested in joining in one of the charity runs, so long as it is not against the Juicers, of course."
 
Alexa shrugs. "It's not my fault that my magic worked as it should. They shouldn't have tried to mess with a Ley Line Walker, and Toni, if you want to run the gauntlet, I'll help heal you up when you're done. So, where are the refreshments?"
 
"Oh is that so? It should be fine they are the largest group here. You will find the refreshments next to the stands..."

The doors to the arena bang open once more, allowing the entrance of a group of juicers. These warriors are all dressed in glossy black armor, led by a truly herculean juicer with a tall Mohawk dyed a vibrant purple in color.

The mohawked juicer sneers at your group, flicking his eyes from you to the vid-screen and back. Following the group is an older human male, his face gaunt and scarred, wearing a gray track suit.


“What do we have here, boys? Looks like some squishies from the meat boy legion decided to show up and spoil our fun.” The older man in the track suit looks like he’s about to speak up, but Destin Knowles cuts him off.

“Ah, Widowmaker. Allow me to introduce you to our guests…”

The mohawked juicer shoves past the older man as his cronies enter the arena.

Widowmaker stares at your group with undisguised malice. “Get this through your heads, squishies. This competition has only one winner, and that’s me. Get in my way, and we’ll grease you in a hot second.”
 
Alexa laughs. "Um, yeah, whatever. Tell that to your boy lying out in the dirt with a smoking hole through his chest. Oh, wait, you can't because he's dead. So sorry to bring up the fact that a squishie was able to toast one of your team so easily. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm off to get my hands on some of that delicious smelling food over there." With that, she saunters over to look over the food options available.
 
Toni can already see that this is going to be an interesting trip. She reaches her hand out and places it on the Ley Line Walker's shoulder. "At ease, Alexa. Lets not stoop to that level." Looking over at the Juicer, she says, "We have no intention of 'getting in your way'. But I'll have you know, we will not tolerate any aggression against us and will respond in kind."
 
"He was weak, he's dead, so that's the way we roll." As Widowmaker clearly shows no remorse for his fellow dead juicer and the other even laughs with him. Juicer culture had an interesting point of view on mortality, after all, it's a bunch of people who knows they most likely won't live past a few years if lucky.

He stares at Toni. "Alright boys, let's go." As the situation diffuses slowly on the vid screen:
"Well I still have a lot of things to do before the main event, enjoy your time." before Destin knowles cut the communication.
 
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You see a pale purple skinned elf-like woman of stunning beauty with extremely long, pointed ears sitting at a table alone in a rare and very form fitting suit of armor with a dark Jazz Blue dye job (think Spike from Cowboy Bebop's outfit color). She looks to be enjoying a funnel cake heavily sprinkled with powdered sugar and a rather large stein of beer. Next to her plate is a Wilk's 457 Pulse Laser Rifle you can spot easily due to Wilk's iconic black ceramic aesthetic. She enjoys her food while attempting to ignore the cat calling she is receiving from several of the other teams. She lights up a cigarette and takes a puff before blowing it out and taking a large drink from her stein. She eyes a cinnamon covered pretzel food stand as her next conquest.

You recognize this as Emma Vogel, the last member of your team you were supposed to meet up with in Kingsdale. You were told Emma was already in the field nearby and was heading to the tourney to meet with your party.

OOC: I would like to take part in the charity competitions. Can you tell me more about the charity?
 
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Kara crosses her arms and taps her foot as Widowmaker walks away. "For your first time talking with a hotshot like him, you didn't do too bad," she says, "but you two are obviously still green as grass about this. Let me let you in on a little secret: the only thing these people care about is power. He who has the biggest gun in the room makes the rules, and until you prove it, you are nothing." She sighs. "Like I said before, killing one guy is nothing. You want to make a statement, you need to either kill a lot or kill the head honcho. Honor has no place here, nor does humility."

Out if the corner of her eye, Kara sees a familiar face. "Heads up. I think I just spotted our fourth member."
 
"Welcome to the Arena. I'm Carver and can show you around the facility. I'm the referee of the events." As the scarred old man offers to show anyone's willing you around the Arena.

meanwhile for people who would look around for the Arcadia Foundation Charity, there is a booth, with many volunteers and taking the credit for the people who wants to participate. There are some juicers around, taking part in these contests.

"1000 credit for each participant, half of the money goes to charity and the other goes to event winner! We have exciting contests such as the Test your might, can you lift, well it's time to prove it! The Bullseye contest, show us who's the best sharpshooter and the gym-kata! time to show off your moves!"

ooc: Usually there will be 3-4 competitors in each Arcadia Foundation Charity contest.
 
"I would love to," Kara says to Carver. "Can you hang on a second though? The last member of our group is over there. Thanks." Kara walks over to Emma and asks, "I take it you're Emma?"
 
Emma slams the stein onto the battle and lets out a satisfied noise. She wipes her mouth of the powdered sugar before standing up.

Emma grabs her helmet and her gun before turning to the lovely woman standing before her and gives a curtsy. Emma speaks in a French accent

"Ah! Hello! It is a pleasure to finally meet with you. I take it that the other legionaries are nearby as well?" Emma takes a look around behind your shoulder to see if she can spot them. "I'm Emma Vogel. I'm the contact you were to meet with. I was in the area nearby and requested to rendezvous with you for Murderthon. I must admit though that it isn't quite to my liking, all this violence. However raising the profile of the Legion in these parts would go a long way to helping people, especially the charity. Can I get you something to eat or drink?"

Emma gets another cigarette out and lights it up, before putting it between two fingers in her right hand and looking at Kara.

"I am quite interested in entering the contest of marksmanship. If you would like, you and the others can accompany me while I head over there?"

OOC: Does Kara have a picture?
 
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