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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I'll be wanting to...
I'm going to move things ahead this weekend more than likely, so make sure you are all getting your posts in. I can't guarantee that those who don't post won't end up charging the automatic weapon fire in a fit of broken COOL... :EVIL LAUGH:
Ok, so I got caught up on an art assignment that had a rough deadline and wasn't able to move things forward. This is a saving grace for a few of you since it gives you a couple of days to post before I get in and take over your character. It'll likely be Wednesday at the earliest before I can get in to post if things keep going the way they are, but I wouldn't wait too long to catch up. Who knows, I may just get a break and decide that I need a little character-killing action. 
Posted on 2007-06-22 at 14:18:30.
Edited on 2007-06-25 at 14:14:36 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: My bad.
All right... fully loaded grenade launcher.
Posted on 2007-06-18 at 14:06:39.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Oh, no dey di'n't!
Sung’s mind reeled momentarily from the blast. The burning sensations in his leg and shoulder instantly being recognized for what they were. Rolling to his side, Wyatt peered about the room quickly assessing their situation.
“Kora! You hit?”
(OOC: Assuming a negative.)
“Lio Coh Jwei Ji Neong Hur Ho Deh Yung Duh Buhn Jah J’wohn!” slipping his legs underneath him, Wyatt pulled himself to a crouch and leaned back against the wall. He couldn’t believe they’d just blown one of their own—and a kid at that—by way of a distraction! The very thought filled the captain with rage and the reality of it fueled the fire. His face became a cold mask that those who knew him well recognized as his “killin’ face”.
He worried about his crew somewhere deep inside, but right now, the fierce indignation of the methodology these people used angered him to feeling a desire to exact revenge something akin to when he’d discovered Eden and Summer’d been murdered. It wasn’t as strong as that, but it awakened a piece of that in him once more and the captain wasn’t about to let these Go Neong Yung Duh a chance to escape. As far as he was concerned, they just sealed and signed their death warrants and with the danger they presented, he’d need to worry about everyone’s condition after they’d taken care of the immediate threat.
Popping up to the window, Wyatt tried his best to catch sight of the man with the Gatling. As soon as he does, he’ll squeeze off three rounds in quick succession, two for the man’s head, one for his body… just in case.
Posted on 2007-06-16 at 19:27:27.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Updated Combat Information
Croaker: You'll arrive at the corner to find Preacher ready to turn tail and head back down the alley. The gangers that had erupted from the entrance are all dead, but there are some still peaking around the corner and shooting in that direction, so popping around the corner might cause some danger for you. You also received Bullseye's rather abrupt message, but couldn't respond before he ended the call.
Bullseye: Some excellent driving, but I don't expect anything less from a driver like Bullseye. You managed those turns with expertise and have parked in a place where the team could access the van rather easily provided they have a few seconds to get there. You can see the back southwest corner of the Hole and the firefight that has broken out on the second story. You can see Spiff is pinned at the corner, Guardian (who you don't know) and Peacekeeper caught on the stairs, Firewind and DigitalScribe moving towards you with a body thrown over Firewind's shoulder, but there's no sign of Preacher or Croaker.
Preacher: The solo will be turning to high tail it back down the alley that Croaker is approaching him from. Upon seeing Croaker he'll likely yell out something like, "Git, son! Are ya daft? They'll be comin' outta that building like a mob of angry steers all stampedin' and such!" as he runs past.
Firewind: You've successfully traversed the stairs and are now on your way to the van with DigitalScribe's lucky direction putting you in line with Bullseye's rescue attempt. You'll reach the van this phase.
Peacekeeper: You're in trouble. You're between the second and third story. You know gangers are coming out on the sixth any second, and now you've got people firing through the second story windows at you... and they have automatic weapons. You can see Spiff stuck on the second story landing at the corner, his only options to either go over the edge, or risk being shot up as he races for the stairs and your position.
Spiff: Bad decision to head over to the corner. Now you're trapped. You can see Firewind and DigitalScribe making their way towards the van which just pulled up, but unless you drop over the edge (about twenty feet) you're stuck running the gauntlet to the stairs.
Guardian: You lucked out with that shot. The gunmen inside were either too scared or startled to line up accurately. You could have been turned to Swiss cheese. But you also know that not all of them fired their weapons so there's still a whole lot of lead coming your way in the near future. You could bolt for the stairs. You are quick, but being quick and dead isn't much good. You're about twenty-five feet up from the ground.
DigitalScribe: The media is helping Firewind make his way to the van, camera rolling.
Please keep in mind that each phase is only three seconds when you post your reactions.
Posted on 2007-06-16 at 19:13:20.
Edited on 2007-06-16 at 19:13:49 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Like a volcano...
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:53am
Guardian caught the weapon that was tossed his way with ease, his own handgun never leaving Croaker as the mark. Once the cool, wet plastic casing was in hand, he spoke, “You good with this?”
“Yeah,” DigitalScribe responded dryly. “We’re in all sorts of trouble now. If we don’t work together there’s not much chance of any of us walking away from this.”
That said, Guardian lowered his weapon and turned to hoof it up the stairs, the toes of his boots slipping slightly on the slick metal. Peacekeeper came into sight quickly enough, and Guardian hefted the submachine gun up so that she could see it, while out of the corner of his eye he caught movement inside the Hole through the third story windows. The big man slid past both Spiff and Firewind with barely a nod of recognition, though he kept a watchful eye on their hands as he did so. DigitalScribe was right. This was a hornet’s nest about to explode and they had but moments before it did.
“Croaker asked me to give this to you,” he said in his deep voice as he held the weapon out to the bounty hunter barrel first. “They need to make sure the back end is covered.” That said, Guardian returned his handgun to a ready position and began to make his way back down the stairs, keeping pace with Peacekeeper and moving his sights along the windows. With the rain slicking her leathers, Guardian did not see that the beautiful woman at his side was injured.
Bullseye forced the stick into gear and slammed the accelerator to the floor. He felt the bump as the van’s back tire rolled off the curb and the slight sway of the tall vehicle when he rolled that steering wheel hard to the right. Once he was on the straight of the southward road, the nomad quickly dialed Croaker’s cell.
"Croaker you fracker, you better answer this call damn it!" When the click sounded in his ear he continued his high volume rhetoric. “Croak, we got one man down, three with assaults comin’ south to the corner where I just was. Hold freaking tight and stay cool, I'm coming to ya!"
As the last word left his mouth he ended the call rather abruptly and focused on driving. He remembered having passed the entrance to the parking lot in the center of the block a few buildings—Nope! There it was, just at the end of the building! Rolling that massive wheel to the right one more time, Bullseye released the pressure on the accelerator and tapped the break a bit as he down-shifted. The van complained loudly and jerked as it hopped around the corner. Again, Bullseye felt the bump as the rear tires took the curb, but he was in control and pushed the stick into a lower gear to pick up speed quicker, releasing the break and slamming the accelerator to the floor again. Ahead, he saw the bar across the entrance to the lot and knew from experience that it would be made of an alloy. It looked slightly dented, but in tact.
Firewind passed someone he didn’t recognize on the stairs as he quickly made his way down them. The man wasn’t shooting at him, and no one was shooting at the man, so he’d worry about getting their package away from this building in one piece. He handled the stairs well enough, slipping only once, but easily regaining his footing as he came right up behind Spiff as then passed him to eventually reach DigitalScribe, whom Firewind recognized with a nod (worry about what brought him into this later), and then the pavement, the last few steps causing the fire escape stairwell to bounce on its supports.
The strange turn of events and the convoluted way that this whole thing was going down had forced Croaker’s hand. After giving his instructions, the nomad had turned and rushed up the alley to provide Coyote and Preacher with some fire support, grenade in hand. As he ran, Croaker spotted Preacher firing around the corner, but Coyote lay prone on the ground, not moving. He also spotted the van peeling out in the rain just as it was rounding the corner of the building taking it out of sight… and then the phone he’d taken began to vibrate in his pocket. He had to drop the grenade into his pocket to retrieve the phone and as soon as he popped it open Bullseye’s frantic instructions filled his ear followed immediately by the click of the disconnect.
Moving to the southern corner of the second story fire escape, Spiff crossed in front of two windows that reflected his legs and lower body as well as giving off a soft, yellow glow from inside. He could see some gangers having barricaded themselves behind a couch nearby and just as he reached the second window, for some reason, one of the gangers turned and looked out at him. It happened in a split second that the ganger pointed and the others turned to look. Spiff knew without a doubt that their position was compromised just as he slipped passed the window and to the safety of the rough plas-brick wall at the corner where he quickly snapped off the picture of the alley beyond.
Frankie watched for a brief second as Croaker turned and ran down the alley before he glanced over his shoulder to where Guardian and Peacekeeper were descending. This was certainly a dicey situation, and not just because of the gangers. He wished he had some way to communicate covertly with the big black man to tell him what he was really thinking, and to be on his guard. Something had definitely changed in Croaker over the past few hours and he wasn’t sure he could trust him not to put a bullet in his head when this settled down—and he sure as hell wasn’t sure he could trust Peacekeeper not to! With a slight shake of his head, the media mentally switched his camera on just as Firewind passed his position, the sleek metal device turning to follow the medtech’s progress; then DigitalScribe moving in his wake.
“Through there,” Frankie put a hand on Firewind’s shoulder and directed him towards the parking lot. “We don’t have much time, but that will give us the best chance of getting away quickly. Who knows, we might even be able to hijack a ride.”
Gunfire sparked chips of fake rock into Preacher’s face. The man wore a grim smile as he braced himself to roll around the corner and open fire once more. Now that the van was gone, he didn’t plan on sticking it out here very long. He was fully intending to lay down one blast of full-auto and then turning tail and hauling ass down the way Croaker had gone. His thumb rolled the lever to full-auto, then Preacher rounded the corner with his head and shoulders, weapon raised, and fired. He felt the buck of the weapon and the spray of hot lead darted off towards the advancing gangers. The three who’d burst from the entrance and continued on when he’d first fired were caught up in the array, their bodies jerking like puppets on the string of a person in seizure before they fell jumbled to the pavement.
Guardian made it down from the third floor to the second, his weapon immediately focusing on the windows of the new level when the windows shattered with the sound of gunfire. Sparks lifted from the metal of the fire escape all around him and Peacekeeper and the bodyguard felt one strike his right leg just below the knee, the jolt of it nearly buckling his leg backward. Grimacing, he realized that round hadn’t penetrated his armor. Inside, he spotted a group of ten Wild Things, all with automatic submachine guns, and two of them had just tore through the windows with hot lead. He’d been lucky that they had done so from the hip, instead of taking the time to aim. Peacekeeper—at a slightly higher elevation than Guardian—heard the ricocheting rounds but didn’t feel any impact. For both of them, proceeding past the second story would be a very dangerous endeavor.
The van smashed into the metal bar with all the power Bullseye could muster from it. The nomad felt the jarring sensation ride up his shoulders as it bent away and broke free. Focusing on the obstacles ahead, he twisted that wheel to the right once more, sending the awkward vehicle on a tight turn with ease and grace. Facing north once more, the nomad slammed the gearshift back into place and floored it once more. He sped past the parked cars, fully aware of the overhead cameras watching his progress and documenting his skill. As he drew near to the north end of the lot he realized he’d have to make a quick change in plans. The original plan had been to put that big van through the chainlink fence that surrounded the lot, ripping an opening for him to just plow out through the alley beyond after picking up his crew. But now, with the north side of the lot in full view and approaching quickly, the nomad saw that there was a three foot tall cement wall topped off by the fence between him and freedom.
Scanning the fence, Bullseye was relieved to see the opening in it that allowed people from the apartments nearby to access their vehicles. It was near the northeast corner, and through it, he could see Firewind and the fellow he’d recognized from the Night Owl earlier that night… DigitalJumper? No, DigitalScribe. A friend of Croakers, if he remembered correctly. They were on their way into the parking lot and Bullseye could only hope the others were hot on their heels.
Rolling the wheel to the left at the last moment, Bullseye down-shifted to first and slammed on the break, placing him within a couple of meters of the entrance to the parking lot.
Moving in the direction DigitalScribe had given him, Firewind was relieved to see their van pull up on the other side of the fence. Maybe this would work after all.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:53am
Posted on 2007-06-16 at 19:00:28.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Its coming...
I still haven't forgotten about the game. I promise. This week has been hectic, but in a fun way. June is a big month for my family by way of birthdays and such so this whole week we've been celebrating birthdays (practically every night of the week). Got another tonight. I guarantee posts soon though. I promise.
Posted on 2007-06-15 at 14:15:04.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Welcome to the frey.
I still haven't forgotten about the game. I promise. This week has been hectic, but in a fun way. June is a big month for my family by way of birthdays and such so this whole week we've been celebrating birthdays (practically every night of the week). Got another tonight. I guarantee posts soon though. I promise.
Posted on 2007-06-15 at 14:13:00.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Fine...
Well, here's the eraser. I had them freshly cleaned so it should take the names right off. I'm willing to overlook some of them, but any redshirts must go!
Posted on 2007-06-14 at 14:26:34.
Edited on 2007-06-14 at 14:26:47 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: There, see?
I told you I'd post.
Posted on 2007-06-14 at 14:25:32.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: About Time!
Char's arms tingled. Taking a perfectly timed step backward, the ranger caught Valentine's plight out of the corner of his eye and mentally winced. Aight Char-lad, donna le' 'em touch ya... he through as he made sure to dodge instead of block any blow coming his way. As his feet danced about his mind was at work trying to decipher the trouble that these men caused. His magic blades seemed to do little to nothing to effect them, and when he'd struck true blows it had only been to bounce his Kukri from their trunks like... like... well, trees!
At that point something told the woodsman to step to the side. Intuition, foresight, whatever it was he did so just in time to give the knight room to swing and connect with that fiery sword of his. Char felt a moment of elation at both the effects and the return of his friend. His lips curling back from his teeth in a nearly wicked smile, the ranger called out, "'bou' time ya woke Lad. I was gettin' tired o' callin' ou' orders!"
Even knowing that his weapons were basically ineffective against the brutes and that fire seemed to do the trick, Char was about to leap back into the frey in order to cause more targets for the creatures to focus on than just the knight when Dappple thrust a torch his way and explained her intentions. Smart lass...
"Aye, t'anks!" Char very nearly called Da' Moon lass in the excitement and cut his appreciation abruptly short lest he give way to her secret. Quickly slipping his blades back into their sheathes, the ranger snatches up the torch and leaps in to help Arien, confident that Kilgrim will lend Valentine what aid he can while Maximus joined them at the front.
(OOC: Char will happily receive another torch if Da' Moon brings it in and he'll do his best to light these bad boys up.)
Posted on 2007-06-14 at 14:23:53.
Edited on 2007-06-14 at 14:24:12 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: More for...
Definitely stated more for my benefit and any newbies running around out there who didn't respond to my posts in the Star Trek game when I tried to keep it running in your absence Cap'n.
I would like to report the following people to the brig for desertion of their posts. *Hands Blair a flat slate with names written on it in chalk.*
Posted on 2007-06-14 at 14:08:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Never really left it.
If you'd care to note, mine is the last post in the game. That would be because I rock. Yup. There's no other explanation.
Posted on 2007-06-14 at 04:25:56.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Me too... kinda.
I'm working on another writing project right now and that's taking up a lot of my evening time. I hope to get a post in place no later than this weekend in all the games I run and play in. Thanks for your patience.
Posted on 2007-06-13 at 14:31:48.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Hee hee
Killed Kenny... : :
I'm working on another writing project right now and that's taking up a lot of my evening time. I hope to get a post in place no later than this weekend in all the games I run and play in. Thanks for your patience.
Posted on 2007-06-11 at 04:24:44.
Edited on 2007-06-13 at 14:32:15 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Answers 2
The parking lot is ground level, fenced in with a chainlink fence and open on the street entrances. Each entrance has an encased camera, and the lot is pretty well-lit. The space you are referring to has little in the way of obstructions. Should be easy enough to manuever through. The tight spot would be the alley you are currently trying to back the rig into.
I'm working on another writing project right now and that's taking up a lot of my evening time. I hope to get a post in place no later than this weekend in all the games I run and play in. Thanks for your patience.
Posted on 2007-06-09 at 17:27:54.
Edited on 2007-06-13 at 14:32:42 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Updated Maps and Other Requests
Updated position map (please keep in mind the height differences mentioned in the descriptions):
City Block Map:
Answer for Sui's question:
Each level has windows running across with one window giving access to the fire escape and at least two others along the length of the fire escape landings. Inside these windows there's been little glimpses of ganger activity; mostly running out of rooms or barricading doors, but nothing coming towards the windows thus far.
Posted on 2007-06-07 at 02:33:20.
Edited on 2007-06-07 at 02:33:55 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Clarification
OK, for those keeping track it is the 7th round of combat. That means that you are in the 21-23rd seconds of the minute.
Yes, Coyote is dead. Head shots do that. Thanks for playing Blammm. If you feel up to adding another character, or taking over one of those that need a player, let me know.
There's a fine Mexican Standoff (no offense meant) at the foot of the fire escape still. I tried to relay positions and realities in the post, but here's a reiteration:
Croaker: Standing at ground level at the foot of the fire escape stairs. The alley that you are in isn't wide, but behind you it opens to the parking lot. There is a fence there--chainlink--but there's also a opening in the fence, though it is monitored by an encased camera and is only as wide as a doorway. Guardian and DigitalScribe are about fifteen feet above you (their feet are) and Guardian still has his weapon pointed at your head. From their position, even though DigitalScribe has got his side to you so he can look up and keep their back's covered, it wouldn't take much for him to point that Sternmeyer at you either. You've heard the gunfire from inside as well as the louder gunfire from around the corner and down the alley you'd just traversed, but you can't see the assailants either way.
Bullseye: You've made it to a point where you'd just thrown it into reverse and were starting to back up when the gunfire erupted. You'll see a large number of gangers pouring from the building where you just were (thank goodness you moved, or you'd have been Swiss cheese) and they've already started opening up on you. The van is being riddled with bullets. You can hear the ping and clang of them striking the cargo space behind you and the bullets darting about inside. Your angle isn't such that they've had a clear shot on the cabin, and you've definitely heard Preacher's yell to git!
Preacher: The solo is currently firing back at the gangers running from the entrance of the building.
Firewind: Between the third and fourth floors on the fire escape, you've been moving a little slower for fear of slipping on the metal. The woman you are carrying isn't exactly heavy (maybe 120 lbs.) but she's limp as a rag doll and more than a little cumbersome. You've not really been able to see much of anything below and your last conversation piece was called down to Spiff instead of casually conversed. You've certainly heard all the gunfire though. Your position puts you approximately 35 to 40 feet (10.5 meters). Unobstructed, just walking, you move 8 meters/phase. This puts you two phases from the bottom with your baggage considered. Running, you could be at the bottom by the end of the phase, but you'd have to make an Athletics check to succeed without slipping and falling. Yes, you know DigitalScribe. He's the one that turned you onto this job and you've worked together before. In the past he was always after the story, but you've noticed a little bit of a soft streak in him, and this is one reason why you've trusted him in the past.
Peacekeeper: You've no real shot. I apologize if I gave you the impression that you didn. You're between the 5th and 6th stories, that puts you at roughly 55 feet up (16.7 meters up), and you've got four more levels of the fire escape between you and the action below. Fireing through one of those would be difficult at best, but all of them? No chance. You can't see inside the building anymore either as you've dropped below the window line. Your current position puts you three phases from reaching the bottom at a walk, but running, you'd be able to make it in one, though you'd also have to make an Athletics check (not as difficult since you aren't carrying anyone else) to keep from slipping and falling. You did hear the cracking of wood and can easily assume the gangers have come through the door to the suite that you guys barricaded with a couch, but you can't see them. And for your knowledge; Frankie is DigitalScribe, the media "friend" of Croaker's. Frank is Guardian, DigitalScribe's bodyguard. Of course, you only know DigitalScribe, and you know him more as Jumper than DigitalScribe. Confusing, neh?
Spiff: You're quick... you've made it to the level right above DigitalScribe and Guardian, actually to the stairs leading down to their level. This puts you 20 feet up from the ground (6 meters) and looking down on the standoff. You would have easily put two and two together to determine that this media must be DigitalScribe, and you've heard his offer. You could very easily be ground-level within this phase. Also, just so you are aware, if you were to try and bring your weapon to bear, you'd likely have DigitalScribe's weapon pointed right at you within short order (I'd have to roll an initiative check to determine who's quicker), but like I said, you heard DigitalScribe's offer. You've heard the gunfire from above and from the front of the building as well.
Guardian: You stand fifteen feet above ground level (4.5 meters). You could easily achieve ground level within this phase. You've still got your weapon trained on Craoker, but you've heard the gunfire from up front and above. You're also aware of Spiff, Firewind, and Peacekeeper up above as well. You can use the reflection in the windows of the building across the alley to determine locations without taking too much away from watching Croaker, which is why I've still giving you your aim bonus (you just entered round two).
DigitalScribe: the media is on level with Guardian, though he's turned sideways so that he can keep Spiff in his line of sight same as he can keep Croaker. He hasn't raised his weapon towards either man, but he could very easily. His camera is still off.
Hope that helps keep everything clear. Good luck folks.
Posted on 2007-06-03 at 19:48:29.
Edited on 2007-06-03 at 19:49:59 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Here we go again.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:53am
As the van pulled forward and past, turning to back up towards the alley, Preacher blew out a breath that spread flakes of water before his mouth. Maybe things were going to be smoother than he’d though after all. Stepping away from the corner the solo directed the van to back up down the alley. It would be a tight fit, but the idea was sound enough. After all, they really didn’t know what lay at the end of this stretch of asphalt, so it was best to head into the known should things head south.
“Aw, mierda!”
The words registered with Preacher just before the sound of rapid, automatic gunfire. Spinning on his bootheel, the solo brought his submachine gun up to his shoulder and prepared himself to fire. It took but a moment to realize that Coyote didn’t have an automatic weapon so that gunfire must’ve come from…
Coyote lay crumpled on the ground, the back of his head a mass of pink and white brain matter. The blood had already begun to pool about his upper body, carried quickly from the wound by the rain water. The man was definitely dead. It didn’t take a medtech to realize this, and suddenly the sound of metal being struck accompanied the automatic fire.
Glancing at the van, Preacher snarled as he saw the case being riddled with bullets.
“Get outta here man!” he yelled, realizing almost instantly that were Bullseye keep backing up it would put the driver’s side right in the line of fire. “Get the frack outta here!”
That said, Preacher turned back to the corner and quickly popped his shooter around to squeeze off a three-round burst. He instantly saw that the gangers had started their flow into the street. His bullets took one in the leg, dropping him screaming to the wet pavement, but there was a hoard more coming.
Around the back corner of the building the others heard the gunfire loud and clear. But that wasn’t the place where trouble was brewing. The gangers inside apparently figured it was better to rush the room than sit back. Peacekeeper heard the sounds of gunfire from inside as well, then the cracking of wood. They were coming through the door, having weakened it by filling it full of holes first.
Peacekeeper had stopped her descent on the stairs of between the fifth and sixth story, her weapon aimed through the many layers of grating at the head and shoulders of the man holding Craoker at gunpoint. Problem there was that with so many layers of steel between them, even corrugated, the chances of her round finding its mark were less than a Zero being made president. Now she had the troublesome threat of heavily armed gangers rushing their back as well!
Firewind had managed to get between the third and fourth floor by the time the gunfire erupted again. Carrying his burden he was moving slower than the others, primarily due to the desire to keep from slipping on the slick steel of the escape.
Croaker still stood at the base of the fire escape stairs, peering up into Guardian’s weapon and DigitalScribe’s quizzical face. The gunfire wasn’t the only thing he heard. He could hear Preacher’s yell though to whom the solo was talking to, and what exactly he was saying, the nomad didn’t know. The gunfire impeded that clarity, but DigitalScribe heard.
“Looks like the shit has hit the fan, Choomba. What’ll it be?” The media tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows just a bit. Frankie had already turned so as to better see what was coming behind and above, just as Guardian had directed, and the black bodyguard’s demand hung in the air the same as the media’s. Time was very very short indeed.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:53am
Posted on 2007-06-03 at 19:17:17.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Recruitment Thread (formerly known as A New D&D game - players needed)
Subject: I've considered...
Unfortunately, Olan, with my work load right now I don't think I could do your game justice. I'll have to decline.
Posted on 2007-06-01 at 14:18:26.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Answers
OK, my brother is moving to D.C. so I'm going to be gone tonight, and then I'm taking my family to Yuba Lake for the weekend so I'll be gone tomorrow night and Saturday. I may be able to find the time to update the threads come Sunday late, so plan that way.
In answer to questions:
1) Yes, Frankie told Frank about the relationship... more like he slipped up and called Peacekeeper Croaker's input. Deduction roll unecessary.
2) The media isn't all that well-known. No, Spiff wouldn't know him by name or face, but a camera's a camera... and yes, the camera is shoulder-mounted, turns to look where he's looking when it is on, and currently it is not on.
Also, there seems to be a bit of confusion as to locations. DigitalScribe and Guardian are on the landing of the lowest fire escape level at the mouth of the stairs going to the ground. Croaker is on the ground ready to move up the stairs. Spiff, Firewind, and Peacekeeper would be moving down six flights of fire escape stairs... with baggage. Will take them a bit to get down. Please edit your posts appropriately. Thanks!
Posted on 2007-05-31 at 23:49:27.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Holding fast.
Sitting pretty... well, not pretty so much as like a lump on a log... but you get the drift.
Posted on 2007-05-28 at 17:29:25.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: It's in the air.
Sorry to hear it Roger, but we're good to wait. Good luck.
Posted on 2007-05-28 at 17:28:45.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Teaming Up?
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:53am
Tactically speaking, Preacher wasn’t at all pleased with their situation. There he stood dumping acidic rainwater from the brim of his hat over Coyote’s position like a frackin’ fountain, peering around a corner of prefab brick at their only mode of transportation in this desperate situation and it sat in the middle of the most likely flow for damage… in the open.
“You wanna go in low, hit the door, and clear these gangers out? Or shall we stay here, keep our cover and wait to pick them off if they come out?” Coyote asked with his thick Hispanic accent.
Preacher could tell he was pissed. There were little nuances in the syllables, the way the emphasis on particular words, they all expressed the man’s frustration and the solo couldn’t help but feel a bit of the same. He knew that the van sitting there was an open target, and those gangers on the roof had been carrying some pretty heavy hardware. They’d make short work of a delivery van as well as whatever was inside given the opportunity. He could only hope that the action taking place inside was enough to give them some leeway.
“Naw,” he drawled after a second. “We gotta get Bullseye over here, outta sight, cause once them gangers see that parked out front, they’ll be lightin’ it up for the holidays. Cover me.”
That said, the solo stepped out waving his arms over his head and cut a piercing whistle through his teeth.
Inside the van, Bullseye is craning his neck to peer up at the building through the rain-washed windscreen while mulling over the possibilities his brother might be stirring up. He can still see the occasional shadow pass in front of an upper floor window, but for the time, there’s no other life… then movement out of the corner of his eye causes the nomad wheelman to look to the southern corner. There, a black shadow with the shape of a cowboy from a holo-vid appears to be waving him down.
As soon as it is obvious to Preacher that Bullseye has spotted him, the solo waves him over with large, dramatic swings of his arm, then steps back around the corner to lean over Coyote, his H&K at ready, S.W.A.T. style.
“We get him over here and there’s less chance of him becoming a target right away. Then maybe we can fill him in on what’s going down as we know it and cut after Croaker to see what he’ got t’ say.”
Around the corner, Croaker, DigitalScribe, and Guardian faced off.
“Frankie, it’s cool. No gun-play between us, I swear, just lower the damn fire escape and get out of our way. After that you and your friend can do what ya want; just hurry.”
Guardian remained still as stone, and despite Croaker’s move to point his weapon elsewhere, the bodyguard knew that this was one of the people he was being paid to protect the media against. So, he remained steady, his wired Armalite remained pointed at the large nomad’s forehead, the crosshairs in his eye making it a near impossible miss.
DigitalScribe had no time really to think things over. He knew that any second now those in the suite upstairs would be coming out into the rain and he’d be sandwiched between the nomad and his input. Not a pleasant picture to conjure no matter how you looked at it. So, Frankie decided it would be better to appear helpful now than try to explain his way out of a potential crossfire. Stepping quickly to the stair release, the media snapped the latch and then stepped back as the stair descended to Croaker’s feet.
“You’ve got an entire gang with their panties in a bunch, Richard,” Frankie slicked back his TechHair ™ with his left hand, his right still holding his Sternmeyer, though it was at his side as the stairs were presented to the nomad. “I think you could use a little extra help right now. Guardian’s one of the best… and who knows, I might be able to hit something now and again. What say you?”
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:53am
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:53am
The bounty hunter stood poised in front of the office door, her smartchipped .44 aimed at the entrance to the suite’s lounge, the double doors that now had a couch sitting in front of them. The pain in her leg registered dully, but it was bearable. As she blinked, a mental command registered with her optical implants and the vision in her right eye hazed for a nanosecond while she closed her left eye. Then, the whole spectrum of her thermograph heat vision kicked in and she was seeing the world in blues, oranges, yellows, and reds. It took only a second for the vision to penetrate the drywall and lumber of the kitchen wall and allow her a glimpse of the hall beyond. There, she could see a gathering of ten gangers quickly checking the dead and moving towards the door with cool, black weapons at ready. There were more coming too, but they haven’t yet built up the gall to come busting through the door. Maybe they were waiting for the rest of their buddies to get there, maybe they were terrified by the sight of some of their best bleeding out on the marble floor. Whatever their reason, the trio had precious little time.
Spiff and Firewind stood at the window for a moment while the fixer studied it, the unconscious mark at their feet wrapped up in Spiff’s expensive suit coat.
“So this is our exit, huh? Ya think it will work?” The medic was apparently fairly skeptical of their escape.
Spiff didn’t immediately answer though. Reaching up he flipped a latch, then caught the other one below and pushed the window open. A blast of cold, wet air struck his face along with an icy wind and darts of hard water. The black night was lit momentarily by a crash of lightning that silhouetted the jagged skyline about them in a horrific montage of modern construction. Stepping gingerly to the catwalk, the fixer squinted into the darkness about him and blinked to adjust his eyes as he turned and motioned Firewind to come through with Merry Deth. The pain in his thigh was pretty low right now, what with adrenaline running through his system, but as soon as that acidic rain rolled off his jeans and into the wound it lit up like it was on fire. This caused the fixer to wince and his eyes to tear up, but he grit his teeth against it and, weapon at ready, began to make his way down the stairs.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:53am
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:53am
Unit A-V-Three-Alpha-Uniform-Alpha was actually an AV-3 “Aerocop”. A sleek black and white with a whole series of light bars all over, top and bottom. It had extra armor, spotlight, and a loudspeaker, the mere sight of it was usually enough to send street punks and posers running for the hills. It was piloted by Sgt. Mitch Avery and co-piloted by Officer Derek Masters. Both men were carrying their usual compliment of weaponry and armor, though their helmets were sitting on the console between them. When the call had come in, they’d been sitting quiet in an alley, their engines cooling. After all, AvGas was expensive and though the AV-3 was a valuable asset for law enforcement throughout any major city, when they weren’t on call, they weren’t patrolling. As a matter-of-fact, Avery and Masters had both been sitting with the radio turned to 104.7 KKID where one of Johnny Silverhand’s classics was rolling through the cockpit. Avery had a Starbuck’s coffee he was nursing and Masters had just finished off the bag of chocolate chip (soy-based) cookies his wife had packed for him for lunch.
“This is Special Investigations we’re talking about,” Masters said after licking the chocolate from his fingers. “All I’m saying is that it isn’t likely it’ll just be a fly-to-hover operation.”
“You figure?” Avery growled as he whipped through the Business Center, weaving between the huge skyscrapers and cutting past the Arasaka Towers, the largest structure in Night City. Lightning forked in front of them and the sergeant frowned at the conditions. Flying in the likes of this, even in an AV, was never anything more than tense. Sure, the AV had its ejection seats, but who wanted to be the cop to have to fill out form AV-W5 telling the city they’d just lost a half a million Euro vehicle because of a little lightning. He’d be back padding the streets with his feet before he could even put pen to paper were that to happen.
“So, I’ve not heard anything on the squawk-box routing any ground forces to the twenty. We’re going in alone.”
“Scared, Masters?”
“This is S.IN we’re talking about Sarge. You’re frackin’ right I got my pulse racin’!”
“Good, then keep an eye out, cause we’re almost there.”
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:53am
Posted on 2007-05-26 at 18:38:23.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Nice interlude.
“Ta Ma Duh,” Wyatt muttered under his breath as the doors opened to reveal the tactical position of the approaching team. He shifted his pistol in his hand and looked over at Kora. “That boy look all gloss-eyed to you?” He didn’t need much of a response though he acknowledges any that’s made as he turns his attention back to the unfolding scene.
Wyatt’s brow furrows as the kid hot-foots it back into the safety of the bay. That ain’t no greenhorn, that Sah Gwa is a Yo Chr! Ain’t got no business being harnessed t’ steel. Frowning Sung sniffed and looked again to Kora to see whether she was under the same impression as he. His personal com scrambled to life as Asher’s voice crackled over it: Want me to take the Nien Ching Duh out, Cap’n?
Wyatt reached into his pocket with his free hand and activated his end. “Negative. That boy’s not our trouble.” The captain looked past him to the bay just as the warning shot rang out. He eyed the other two men with more trepidation—a lot more.
“WHO THE AI YA TIEN AH ARE YOU?”…”AND STAY OUT OF MY MATERS!”
“Listen! We ain’t looking for trouble. Some @#$% waylaid us on the way here and we thought they might want to tussle a bit more. I’m looking for Sam Hawkes. There is a bounty on his head that I aims to collect. Now we can play it soft, or we can play it hard. Soft, I send my partner up to the house and you send Sam down. My boy will serve as a safe passage mark to show how good-hearted I can be…Or we play it hard. Your choice.”
Wyatt heard that whine. A noise that gave cause to a momentary closing of the eyes and a heavy, deep breath. This was not a good thing.
“They got more hardware than a Dohn luh mah task force,” Wyatt uttered into the com. “Now, they could be bluffin’ seeing that should they blow up the place they’re gonna be floating bloated-like in the Black same as us, but let’s not count on them being nothing more than a Chwen and play it careful.” He didn’t say that there was more than one Sam there, and he’d lay money to draft that these fellows weren’t here for a kindly prospector worried about his ‘maters.
“It’s a trap Sam. I feel it in my gut. This is a trap.” Kora said, and Wyatt couldn’t agree more.
Cap’n, I can only get a clear shot on the kid. Those crates are blocking my view of the crazy man with the gun. Lines of sight any better down there? Or you want me to stay put here?”
“Hold tight Ash. This’s just getting started. Should the worse of it start you need to focus that shooter on the big guys, not the little fellow. He’s likely to either hunker down and wet ‘imself, or do something real stupid by way of heroics. Either way, he won’t be a problem.”
Wyatt turned and glanced at Sam. “They blow this, what kind of containment you got?”
The captain nodded by way of recognition when Sam responded. Any way you looked at it those large guns and that explosive device spelled trouble with a capital T. Wyatt pulled back the hammer of his Colt with his thumb.
Posted on 2007-05-26 at 17:32:29.
Edited on 2007-05-27 at 13:57:32 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: One down...
Char retracted his stroke and spun the now wet blades about with quick turns of his wrists as he assessed the situation. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Da' Moon produce her daggers and step off to challenge the remaining green, and the sudden revelation that the two strange constructs were free of their binds gave him a sense of relief that she'd gone that way while at the same time filling him with concern that there weren't enough to handle the new combatants and the green. His dirty brow furrowed as he realized that the bullywugs Valentine had summoned had been nothing short of a stone for the traveling wagon, and seeing the haughty mage wielding that oversized sword while going to meet the threat caused the ranger to tilt his head to the side and raise an eyebrow as he leapt forward to intercept the green men as well.
Coming up alongside Valentine, Char quickly met his gaze and gave him a cavalier wink and a roguish grin. Turning to the large green men he spun his blades about once more and said, "Shall we dance?"
Posted on 2007-05-26 at 17:10:28.
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