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The Xerian Frontier

Maxwell Teller




Stamina: 10 [+2]


Willpower: 4


Strength:3


Agility: 4


Intelligence:14


Dexterity:6



Charisma: 1


Stealth: 5


Perception: 7 [+2]




Health: 112


MP: 40


Money:195




Ammo: 35


Ammo Cost: 5


Damage: x3




Max nods politely at the man who gave them money. This is certainly a good start. It'll take awhile before I'm able to make it back home. With any luck I can get an escort to pick me up, but given that I'm safe in a Zion city, it's unlikely to happen. Max jumps out of the car and begins to head towards the inn, waving goodbye to the people he fought with. He got the feeling he'd see them soon.


He begins to walk to the in before being approached by some cloaked people. Oh God, the cultists again. They begin to try to tell him about lord Metatron or some crap before he finally tells them he doesn't believe in that. "Heck, I'm not even sure what I think about MAGIC!" The cloaked men glare at him, and within moments Max is running from a horde of Zealots. "I'm entitled to my own opinion!!" He yells back at them.
 
"I see." the suit says for Rivan "I'm sorry about this, my vocal cords were damaged as a child. I can make series of clicks that my suit can normally translate but my suit got damaged a while back. Know any robotics shops around, or armorers?
 
Out of the crowd comes a woman, or rather a gynoid. She pulls down her hood, and smiles.


"You don't believe in magic?" She says. Her voice sounds auto-tuned. "How amusing."


She lifts a hand, and it starts glowing with white energy. The energy arcs into Maxwell. He'll start feeling a soothing feeling, and his injuries will start healing more rapidly than normal.


She turns back to the crowd and says "Leave this one alone. If he is worth our time, he will come back to us."


Lewis waves to her. "Hey, Vera!" He says. The robot blows a kiss back to him and winks.
 
Maxwell Teller
Recon Corps: Human






Stamina: 10 [+2]


Willpower: 4


Strength:3


Agility: 4


Intelligence:14


Dexterity:6



Charisma: 1


Stealth: 5


Perception: 7 [+2]




Health: 112


MP: 40


Money:195




Ammo: 35


Ammo Cost: 5


Damage: x3




Max frowns. "Science, not magic," He murmurs to himself. If magic was natural, why hadn't he done it? Oh, it "took a lot of training." Convenient, huh?
 
For the frontier


Code:


Rivan




Stamina: 2


Willpower: 7


Strength: 2


Agility: 3


Intelligence: 10


Dexterity: 12


Charisma: 5


Stealth: 10


Perception: 2




Health: 11/20


MP: 62/70


Money: 150 Grams


Status Effects: None




Something will be here at some point




Rivan walks up to Max. "Don't listen to those cultists, magic isn't all that mystical." His suit says for him "It's mostly psyonics."
 
As she walks away and says "I had to take a arithmancy class to learn that spell. You couldn't imagine the math involved. As they say in the book of Metatron, magic is just science we don't yet understand".


She then walks away.


Lewis sighs, clearly daydreaming. Probably about her.


The mayor shows up. A tall, thin man with grey hair. "Are you the ones who killed the zombies?" He asks.
 
Maxwell Teller

Recon Corps: Human




Stamina: 10 [+2]


Willpower: 4


Strength:3


Agility: 4


Intelligence:14


Dexterity:6



Charisma: 1


Stealth: 5


Perception: 7 [+2]




Health: 112


MP: 40


Money:195




Ammo: 35


Ammo Cost: 5


Damage: x3




Max nods. He went back and forth between believing in "magic," and believing it was smoke and mirrors as it were (machines.) When he did believe in magic, it was psyonics. There is no supernatural...


Right now he believed in machines.
 
Anderson takes the money. When he hears Mr. Price mention a repair he's suddenly more interested. "I can do the repair for you sir. If there's a bonus of course..." Sam waits for his answer.
 
Ny sat on the back of the truck, whistling to herself. When they finally arrived at Holon's gates and Mr. Price showed up, handing out Grams, she jumped out of the trucks bed and walked over to him, holding out her hand. "Thank you, it was nothing. I would've killed those things for nothing." She counted her grams and added them to her own before turning to look at the mayor. "Yes, we are the group that killed the Necro's." Ny approaches the man and smiles before she feels herself get tackled from behind. "Ny! I finished the first side of the wall! And I need some Neosporin. I feel on the barbed wire a couple of times. Er.... More than a couple of times."
 
Mr. Price looks at Jason and says "oh good! Now zombies will have trouble hurting my employees.. Here you go."


He tosses him a bag of 25 grams and a thing of neosporin.


He says "25 grams if you fix up and paint the jeep, thank you."


The mayor pulls out some keys. "Here, I don't have any money, but please, take the keys to the city. You've done us a great service."


 
The Mayor gives the keys to all the people who came to fight the zombies.


Lewis accepts the key and says "Thank you, sir."


The mayor says "We still need to get food and power for our Town. If you manage to get us more of those for the city on another scavenging run, I might just throw a party. I mean, since we don't have to prepare for a zombie attack anymore."
 
Maxwell Teller

Recon Corps: Human




Stamina: 10 [+2]


Willpower: 4


Strength:3


Agility: 4


Intelligence:14


Dexterity:6



Charisma: 1


Stealth: 5


Perception: 7 [+2]




Health: 112


MP: 40


Money:195




Ammo: 35


Ammo Cost: 5


Damage: x3




Max nods to the mayor, "I'd be happy to help anyway I can. Just call upon me if you ever need any help."
 
Sam shakes the mayors hand and takes the keys. "Thank you sir. I do like parties. I'll make sure one happens." Sam noticed Xerians walking around that were different from the others. Shit. Gizaians. He ran off to his hotel before they saw him.
 
The mayor nods. "You could go scavenging or hunting. Really, what we need is more food. Here, I'll update the bulletin board."


The bulletin board now says:


Mechanics: construct a new gardener machine or accompany team in case a vehicle breaks down or something.


Hunt.


Scavenge more scrap or power cells.
 
Jason and Ny followed the Mayor to the bulletin board and waited. Once they Mayor finished updating the jobs, Ny and Jason read over it. "Alright, I'll go with you guys. Let me get my things," Jason said, walking back over to his makeshift construction site. He grabbed his cannon and tool box, strapping his cannon across his back, and returned to the group.
 
Lewis sits on a bench and proceeds to eat a sandwhich. Where he got it from is unknown (he probably got it from a store or something while nobody was looking).


As Jason comes over to the construction sight, he says "We should probably wait for Sam to repaint the Armored vehicle. That way, if we run into anything unpleasant-which we will-we'll be in an armored vehicle."


He then thinks for a moment and says "on the other hand, the truck could carry more stuff back."
 
Maxwell Teller

Recon Corps: Human




Stamina: 10 [+2]


Willpower: 4


Strength:3


Agility: 4


Intelligence:14


Dexterity:6



Charisma: 1


Stealth: 5


Perception: 7 [+2]




Health: 112


MP: 40


Money: 195




Ammo: 40


Ammo Cost: 5


Damage:x3




Max looks at the board and taps his foot impatiently. I can't really hunt, I've mostly been trained to shoot Xerians and occasionally humans, not animals. Scavenging I suppose I can do. Max walks over and sits by Lewis.


"I suppose we're going back out there? I'm going out for scavenging. You gonna try out for something? I'm personally kinda tired, I'll be hitting the hay after this is done."
 
Lewis says "Just a quick run. This one'll probably be shorter than the last."


He mentions hitting the hay. He says "Oh, there's going to be a party after we get back. Sure you want to go to sleep? It's only 4:00.".
 
Maxwell Teller

Recon Corps: Human




Stamina: 10 [+2]


Willpower: 4


Strength:3


Agility: 4


Intelligence:14


Dexterity:6



Charisma: 1


Stealth: 5


Perception: 7 [+2]




Health: 112


MP: 40


Money: 195




Ammo: 40


Ammo Cost: 5


Damage:x3




"Really?" Max says, looking up at the sun before bursting out laughing. "Well what do you know, it is! Jeez, it felt so much later. I've, uh..." Max sighs and rubs his face. "Been through a lot today. Lots of people died... I just realized I need to find a way to report my fallen compatriots. Man, I owed Ryan a drink." Max sighs and leans his head back. "It's been a big day."
 
Lewis says "Really? The military doesn't usually come out this far. Federal Government isn't very active in this area. Occasionally you get a Federal Patrol or a few Marines who happens by, but even that's pretty rare. I heard rumors of a Sentinel in the area, but I haven't seen it confirmed."


The Sentinels are a Military/Intelligence group in ZIon, armed with equipment that puts the regulars to shame. The only group more elite than them are the Apostles, super soldier which are so high up the food chain that the government officially denies their existence (it's something of an open secret, though).


He looks at the car. It's finally been repainted. Lewis gets up and says "Alright. Shall we take the Jeep?"
 
Maxwell Teller

Recon Corps: Human




Stamina: 10 [+2]


Willpower: 4


Strength:3


Agility: 4


Intelligence:14


Dexterity:6



Charisma: 1


Stealth: 5


Perception: 7 [+2]




Health: 112


MP: 40


Money: 195




Ammo: 40


Ammo Cost: 5


Damage:x3




"Yeah, I wasn't really supposed to be out here this far. I was mapping with my squad and I met a previously undiscovered Xerian encampment. First contact didn't go too well, and everyone ended up dead. I had to stop here to gather supplies to begin the trek back home. I hope Leon is okay without me..." he says sullenly before getting up and going over to the jeep.
 
Anderson steps out of the Jeep. "Oh hey! It's Lewis and Max! Sorry the Jeep took so long I had to do somethings before I could repaint it. I need to do more scavenging. I'm go to." Anderson finished.
 
Lewis leads everyone into the back of the armored jeep-it also is self-driving.


There's a computer in the front of the jeep. Lewis types in a destination; what amounts to a "cruise randomly in search of power".


[dice]7977[/dice]


We don't have much luck, sadly. It starts to get dark at around 6:00 PM, but we manage to find a dead body wearing a Zion Marine uniform. It's wearing a satchel. There's an arrow sticking out of his back.


Lewis gets out of the back of the jeep and inspects the satchel. The attackers took everything, it seems. Except for a carton of batteries.


He pulls it out and opens it up. Yup, there's a lot of batteries in there. He raises it up and says "Hey! This guy had batteries on him!"


[Holon gains 10 units of energy!]


He continues to inspect the body. He pulls the arrow out of him and looks at the tip. He says "This is a Gizian Arrow."


He then pulls off the dog tags from the guy and says "Sgt. Ackermin. Name mean anything to you, Maxwell?".
 
Maxwell Teller

Recon Corps: Human




Stamina: 10 [+2]


Willpower: 4


Strength:3


Agility: 4


Intelligence:14


Dexterity:6



Charisma: 1


Stealth: 5


Perception: 7 [+2]




Health: 112


MP: 40


Money: 195




Ammo: 40


Ammo Cost: 5


Damage:x3




"Sgt. Ackermin?" Max runs over and looks at the body. "Yeah, I knew him. We weren't really friends, but we were acquainted. He wasn't in the same squad as me, but he was another recon trooper. But... that doesn't make any sense. His squad was sent quite a distance from here. By the looks of it, he didn't even make it to the area he was supposed to patrol. It... they must have been ambushed."
 
Lewis hms. "I see. We really should get this news to the Mayor. If there's a Gizian outpost here killing marines...well, then I have work to do".


He shouts out "Hey, is there a shovel in the back of the Jeep?"
 
Anderson steps out of the jeep. "Yeah we have a shovel. What for?" He says handing the shovel to Lewis. "Sgt. Ackerman? I remember him. He was an ok guy, I bumped into him while I was on the run from a group a Gizians. He gave me some supplies. The squad I was running from must have found him. " Anderson finished.
 

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