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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Arm not functioning at 100%.
The pain editor will numb the pain and so long as Casino isn't moving the arm he won't feel a thing. The tumble he attempted reopened the barely calculated wound and it is bleeding profusely again. Moving the limb feels like dragging your arm through water but because of the pain editor, Casino will only feel a dull ache. Is he at risk from passing out due to shock or the pain? Maybe. So far he's made the checks he's needed to in order to not pass out. The greater risk right now is bleeding into a critical wound state now that he's bleeding again.
Posted on 2017-04-03 at 20:51:01.
Edited on 2017-04-03 at 20:51:53 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Glad you liked it!
The dice are just the Inn's dice roller tool, so thank Olan's programming.
Casino is in the serious wound category (-2 to REF). The shots to the chest will cause some serious bruising, but his armor protected him from penetration. The arm/shoulder is the problem.
Posted on 2017-04-03 at 10:44:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Glad you liked it!
I'm looking forward to everyone else's posts now!
Posted on 2017-04-03 at 10:43:18.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I've posted.
Yee-hah!
Posted on 2017-04-02 at 22:33:25.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Updates for Everyone!
Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Main Bridge - 10:30
Stomach lurching. False sense of gravitational pull. The Peregrine leaves warp. Asovil has never enjoyed this part of space travel. Focusing on the console in front of her, the blue-skinned beauty scans the data rapidly flowing down the screen. Radio, microwave, and infrared spectroscopy results read normal with slightly higher metallic and mineral base compounds. Slender fingers fly across the controls of the bridge Science Station activating a standard Level 7 scan of their immediate space for potential hazardous materials. Without looking at the large viewscreen, Lt. Sh'iraolnas knows from the readings that they are close to large bodies of mineral-based objects and concludes asteroids. Asteroids are the breeding grounds of all kinds of space chemicals and many strange mineral compounds, but in most cases they have been studied to oblivion and back. The Ferengi specifically liked asteroid belts for their potential profit and her own people, the Andorians, are just as likely to mine asteroids as the more diminutive species. Still, Asovil is thorough and the least amount of energy expenditure she can manage while still performing her duties is the Level 7 scan.
"Mister Lasad," the Captain begins, "give me a full sensor analysis of the surrounding area, paying special attention to the asteroid field."
The handsome operations chief nods as his fingers fly across his console. "Aye, sir."
Without being asked, Lt. Sh'iraolnas adjusts her current scan to amplify the operations officer's. She eyeballs the information as it compiles and chews on the inside of her bottom lip in concentration.
"Mister Berk," Drake speaks again, "I want a full breakdown on the disposition of all vessels within sensor range in this system."
Berk responds from his seat. "Aye, sir."
"Tochi," the Captain continues and for a moment Asovil's heart leaps in her chest at the name, "set a course for the rendezvous point, bring us in at one quarter impulse."
The Trill, all business, promptly replies. "Aye sir. Course laid in, engaging impulse engines now."
"Here we are," the captain's voice was quiet and yet carried clear enough in the confines of the bridge. "Here's to hope and peace."
Two days have passed since her lunch with Tochi. They had both managed very little time away from their duties during that time. Asovil's department is still in a shambles with a crewman in sickbay recovering from chemical burns that were so horrible the science officer still see's them when she closes her eyes. Ensign Maize's thorough and persistent investigation (assisted by PO 2nd Class Zhang) has only unveiled the delivery of a mysterious container that is nowhere to be found. Rogers, though awake, has nothing to add except a rather haughty opinion that he did nothing wrong. Ansovil's analysis of the data from the Chem Lab scan has rendered a dead end as well and the whole investigation is now on hold due to the summit.
Frustration at the lack of answers and the delay into discovery rises in the young Andorian's stomach requiring her to force the feelings down with an effort that would have been visible if any could see her face. Focus on the data, she mentally chides and returns to the scan's results.
Cyanogen radical, hydrogen chloride, sulfur monohydride, were she being honest with herself, she would have to admit that she is just as frustrated with the lack of time afforded her and Tochi in their burgeoning relationship. Two days since the last time they had been able to spend any time together! It seems like an eternity or at least a couple of months, not just two days. Even since being on the bridge for Alpha shift, she has done all she can do not to turn and seek his gaze. Carbon dioxide readings are normal, HCP is good, of course, Tochi has been busy with his duties and the closer to the summit they came, the more Drake sought his closest advisor's consultation. Not to mention the amount of time that the handsome Trill had to spend entertaining the visiting delegations. With the Science department being really nothing more than an afterthought on this escort vessel, the lieutenant has found a rather large lack of interaction with the other senior officers.
There's a slightly lower reading of H2S, but that could be because of their proximity to the asteroids. Punching in a command, Asovil watches as the possible reasons for low hydrogen sulfide are relayed. Nothing alarming. Nothing to bring to anyone's attention.
The Peregrine clears the asteroid field without incident to reveal the greenish ball of Gamera III, with Gyaos Station - the actual location of the summit - appearing as a small shadow orbiting in front of it. As is fully expected, fleets from both Rytain and Kuldar had taken up formations at opposing points.
Sensor data reveals that both fleets are comprised of the newest technology that each people has to offer; this is also no surprise. Neither faction will stomach the slightest loss of face, and neither will dream of deploying outdated, inferior vessels to this important meeting.
Gyaos Station is hailed and the two Federation vessels are locked into approach vectors for docking when suddenly, the excrement hit the air distribution device.
An audible alarm sounds and Asovil nearly jumps out of her skin. Glancing over her shoulder, she looks to Tactical just as Berk's voice rings out. "Captain! An unidentified vessel has just decloaked near the Rytainian fleet and is on an intercept vector with them! Range, four hundred twenty thousand kilometers. Heading one hundred forty degrees, mark one one five." The TAC officer's voice is tight. "Sir, they appear to be charging weapons."
Asovil's fingers deftly fly across the science station's controls bringing up a different set of screens and additional commands. A portion of her screen is dedicated to the position of the new ship, also showing the space station and the Rytainian and Kularian diplomatic fleets.
"Red alert!" Captain Drake barks. "Shields up! Bring our own weapon systems online, and prepare to fire. I want that ship on-screen, and give me a sensor breakdown of it right now," the Captain orders.
Lt. Sh'iraolnas is already running a Level 5 scan. She's not tactical, but being Andorian and Imperial Guard trained, she has a few tricks up her sleeve when it comes to combat. Beginning the command sequence, she adjusts the Tachyon sensor to output and directs the component to target the new space vessel.
"Open hailing frequencies," Drake continues, his own voice clipped.
"Attention, unidentified vessel," he states in a stern tone as the viewscreen shifts to a magnified view of the aggressor. "This is Commander Silas Drake of the USS Peregrine. I hereby order you to..."
"Captain, they are firing disruptors!" Berk interjects. At that moment, purplish energy bolts ripped out from the decloaked ship and slammed into two of the Rytain ships.
Nothing in the mission briefing had given any indication of a third race that stood to gain from the continued war between these two peoples. In the back of her brilliant mind, Asovil considers the possibility of Klingon mercenaries, or Romulans with their cloaking, then her father's stories of the Ferengi doing whatever they could to gain profit and how much profit a war could generate slipped into the line-up. Whoever they are--Asovil punches in the last command and watches the system begin to fire up--they are a threat to the success of the mission and the Andorian cannot abide that.
Waiting for the correct time to discharge the tachyon beam, the science officer intently watches the distance between the ships. The beam will lessen the enemy ship's shield efficiency and after that, she has another card to play that will keep their cloaking device inoperable while playing games with their shields. Her antennaes twitch as she considers the likelihood of them seeking to cloak and escape. They are much weaker than anything here, her deep indigo eyes flit across the sensor data collected on the ship. They came here to die.
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Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - Sickbay - 10:50
Crewman Toriak raises his eyebrows. The sounding alarm is not something he expected. A notification appears on the station screen in front of him indicating an attacking vessel. It is all that he needs to shift his focus from updating the records of a number of crewmen who had just finished their physicals to preparing for injured personnel.
Approaching the wall and opening the storage bins, the Vulcan produces a medical tricorder which he attaches to his utility belt. Taking up a hypospray, he grabs a satchel of canisters with painkillers and also attaches these to his belt. There are certified nurses here at sickbay who will address the needs of personnel brought in. Toriak's job in such situations is to seek out the wounded who cannot make it to sickbay and stabilize them until they can be transported. Until such a time as he is needed, he calmly returns to his duties inputting record data.
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Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - Science Lab - 10:50
Ensign Dalia Maize looks up at the ceiling as the klaxon blares, her heart leaping into her chest. Engrossed in her work (neglected out of necessity due to the frustrating investigation into Roger's accident) she experiences a moment of discombobulation before realizing that they must be close to the summit site now and--Yes, we're out of warp.--they have encountered trouble.
On a scout vessel such as the Peregrine, Science personnel are only in the way anywhere other than their quarters or the science stations. It always unnerves her to be so reliant on others for her safety, but she is not a soldier and has never desired to be one. Even as other personnel seek to train in hand-to-hand combat during their required exercise blocks, Dalia prefers spending time mountain climbing on the holodeck, or hiking, or even jogging. Feeling the inside of a suddenly dry mouth, she wonders if she will get the chance to do any of those again and deliberately returns to her work.
"Don't think about it," she mutters. "Don't even think about it."
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Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Security Department - 17:45
Petty Officer 2nd Class Da Zheng leaps up from his chair at the clanging alarm and rushes towards the weapons locker. Drill after drill after drill has turned this motion into muscle memory. Phaser to the belt, phaser rifle in hand. Turning from the locker, the young Asian immediately rushes out the door. He's assigned to the safety of the Kuldar delegation and he's determined to see that they are safe.
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Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig - 10:50
Lauren Crane's head jerks to look out of the energy field of her cell. She's alone. There's no need for a guard and there has only been one or two occasions where anyone from security has found it necessary to spend any time in the brig office over the past two days. Aside from meals and visits from Cook under the pretense of medical care, she has been alone for two days. And this is only three days into her punishment.
Blinking rapidly, she considers the possible reasons behind the alarm that has startled her and set her heart racing. They have to be close to the summit as she had felt them come out of warp. Peace talks wouldn't require the ship to come in hot, Would it? she wondered. Hugging her knees to her chest, the diminutive woman frowns into her pant legs and let's her imagination run wild.
Posted on 2017-04-02 at 18:56:04.
Edited on 2017-04-05 at 11:21:09 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I decided to move things forward today.
Surprise! I advanced the game today instead of Monday. I've got to do something to keep you meatbags on your toes.
Tann, the dice weren't always in Casino's favor, but that's what Creative Currency is for. I used 5 Creative Currency to keep Casino alive. You can see your remaining currency on your character sheet. I've also awarded 1 IP in Dodge & Escape because... well... he used it a lot and it saved his life. Now you have a decision to make. You have no idea how long the firefight in the lobby will take, you have some terrorists that are still alive, Casino is still wounded, has a submachine gun and three ways out of the emergency room: two halls and back into the lobby.
Everyone else, only Ghlahn is aware of the pending threat. You all are high-tailing it towards the door to the admin building. Oh, and Keeper, I awarded Ghlahn 1 IP in Awareness/Notice because if he hadn't caught sight of that light, who knows what would happen.
*rubs hands together* Ain't this fun? 
Posted on 2017-03-31 at 13:54:33.
Edited on 2017-03-31 at 13:55:25 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Gunfight at the Night City Emergency Room | Across the Compound
Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:56 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)
"Don't tell me you're still clinging to that pathetic story expecting Militech to come sweeping in here and save you?" Leader's voice changes to a decent mimicry of Casino's deep rumble. "They are not here, but I am and I will kill you right here and now. So stop being f***ing brave, loyal, or what ever else you want to call it, and just end the old fart." Leader switches back to his tenor. "Do the deed, Mr. Metalhead. Then you can walk. We'll let you go right after you put a bullet through this guy's head. You can walk down one of those hallways and not look back."
Continuing to look at the leader's single monocle of his mask while temporarily totally ignoring 1 and her submachine gun, Casino smiles.
"Like I said, no. I only kill when I'm paid to do it and you ain't paid me. Plus if you want this guy dead so bad why don't you do it? Why have some low life runner like me do it who you, or more likely your bitch, is gonna kill anyway. Why? It's easy; you're scared. Not so much of this guy lying helpless in a hospital bed, but whoever he is, whoever he works for, and whoever his friends are. If I kill him and you ACTUALLY do let me walk then I leave here with new, unknown enemies and a big, red bullseye on my back. No thanks. At least if you kill me, I know your ass will be hunted by this guy's crew, Miltech, and Arasaka and in the end you and your posse end up as dead as me."
Turning to 1 Casino continues his smile, a move that nearly costs him his life. Amped up reflexes and a little bit of luck give the large solo the only break he's had all night. Leader uses what he thinks is the blond solo's distracted position to bring his submachine gun to bear, but the leather trench coat wearing runner is fast even without the cybernetic boosts and with them, he's dangerous fast.
Blinding speed levels the Dai Lung Magnum handgun he had retrieved from Riggs' body and the slide reacts to the trigger pull. The only round available to the runner burns through the barrel and strikes Leader in the chest just above the collarbone staggering the terrorist back into the curtain. Despite being off balance, Leader fires a three round burst and Casino leaps towards 1, throwing the handgun at the woman causing the bullets coming his way to spray the wall behind him. 1 twists to the side and raises her right arm to defend the incoming pistol and it catches her on her armored right forearm.
Recovering from the shock of being shot, Leader adjusts his aim and pulls the trigger only Casino is still in motion and the not lead flies into the wall passing close enough that he can hear the whistling warning of the projectiles. Face-to-face with 1, Casino ducks under the barrel of the H&K MPK-11 she's wielding just as she pulls the trigger and mentally activates his bracers, the nanite-generated metal plates quickly spreading out from his forearms over his hands. Behind her, the solo can see 2 sweeping the curtain the rest of the way aside but quickly determines that he isn't an immediate threat with 1 and Leader between them.
Striking with both hands forward in a thrust-punch, the solo mentally activates the contact taser within his left bracer. Energy rips from the cybernetic implant and drills into the small woman's body causing her to immediately convulse. Staggering backward towards 2, the MPK-11 leaves her hand and falls towards the edgerunner who, in a smooth moment the holovid action heroes would be jealous of, snatches it from the air and spins it about to his advantage. Leader's second in command falls into 2 spoiling his aim and keeping him from firing. Approaching from across the room, still with Leader between them, is 3, weapon raised ready to engage.
Now armed with a H&K MPK-11 heavy submachine gun, Casino twists his body to the right to face Leader while sliding a step further out of the emergency room booth. Again, the burst from the SLG's leader's submachine gun whiz past the armored gunman and slam into the wall to his right. Black garbed 2 uses his knee to force the fallen 1 from leaning against him as she goes down and allows her to tumble to the floor in a jumbled mess while he struggles to right his weapon. Meanwhile, 3 is moving with determined quickness to a better angle with which he can also engage.
Assessing the threats with alacrity, Casino decides in a nanosecond that he wants to remove Leader from the face of this earth. Perhaps it is a bit emotionally driven, but he doesn't have time to perform a self-analysis as he pulls the trigger of his newly acquired weapon. All three of the armor piercing rounds strike the man's upper right thigh into the hip. Satisfying blood spurts from the wounds as Leader screams in pain, his body swiveling back with the impact and falling to the floor, the weapon in his hands skittering a few feet from his outflung hands.
Too late, Casino caught 2 out of the corner of his eye firing. He turns in an attempt to take care of the threat, but receives the rounds straight to his chest. Impact after impact after impact so swift that it feels like a single punch to the left of his sternum. He staggers backward a single step, still able to retain his footing and swallowing the sudden lack of air that had been driven from his lungs while at the same time knowing that his armor had protected him even from armor piercing rounds.
At 2's feet, 1 stirs and groggily starts to pull herself to her knees. With Leader down, 3 opens fire as well but is wide and high as he's still moving and Casino has been forced back a bit. 2 is closest and has already shot the hulking solo which makes his next target an easy choice. Hot lead flies. Blood sprays from 2's left arm and the soldier spins in his attempt to dodge the attack. Cycloning to the floor, 2's submachine gun is thrown towards the nursing station where it strikes the front of the desk and hits the floor.
Glancing at 1, Casino see's that she's now got her bearings, realizing that he has her weapon she's unholstering the Browning Hi-Power 9mm at her hip and as he adjusts his sights on 3, the last of the Soil Liberation Group's soldiers in the emergency room fires off another burst. Casino doesn't even need to adjust his position as these rounds go over his head. Leveling the MPK-11 at 3, the blond killer fires off another three round burst that strikes the terrorist dead center mass. 3 stumbles, but is still on the move.
Two loud handgun reports echo throughout the room followed immediately by cries of fear from some of the other patients whose curtains are keeping them from seeing the action. Ducking and stepping away from the wall and further into the emergency room towards where 1 is kneeling with her handgun pointing right at him, Casino somehow manages to not get shot again. His breathing is still difficult but his pain editor has made it so that he isn't feeling either his arm or the bruising to his chest.
Advancing and stepping to the side saves the edgerunner from 3's attack and positions him such that he catches sight of Leader sliding across the tile floor towards his submachine gun leaving a smear of bright red in his wake.
Returning his focus to 1, Casino unloads a three round burst and smiles grimly as the rounds take her through the chest, drilling through her armor as though it were butter, causing blood to spurt outward as she falls backward over one leg the other thrust out before her inert body.
Quickly looking back to Leader, the edgerunner see's that the man has barely reached his weapon. Movement out of the corner of his eye draws the big man's attention back to 2 just in time to dive forward and attempt to roll. While he avoids being shot again, he does land heavy on his wounded shoulder and even the pain editor can't keep the discomfort from registering and he tumbles into a kneeling position. Placing 2 rising to his feet about two meters from the nurse's desk and his submachine gun, Casino quickly spots 3 as he fires at where the solo had been a nanosecond before and dives over the desk. Leader is now behind the edgerunner. Not a good position to be in but sometimes combat forces a person's hand.
Figuring Leader to be the bigger threat, Casino spins on his left knee and levels his weapon at the terrorist just as the black clad soldier is raising his reacquired submachine gun at the trench coat wearing solo. The blond solo is first to fire and Leader jerks to the right, falling on the arm holding the weapon he had just recovered, blood spattering the floor.
Expecting 2 and 3 to continue their attack, Casino lunges backward and in a fluttering of leather hits his back and slides while attempting to point the submachine gun at 2, whom he knows is standing in front of the desk while 3 has gone behind it for cover. Sure enough bullets scream and impact the floor where he had been, but pulling the trigger on his own weapon does nothing and the solo realizes that he's out of bullets.
Dropping the heavy submachine gun, the runner executes a kip up, his leather trench coat billowing out behind him as he immediately sprints for 1's body. Bullets tug at his trailing coat as 2 opens fire with his submachine gun but Casino's motion saves him again. Leaping forward, Casino drops into a slide that takes him right into 1's body, but his attempt to grab the Browning Hi-Power from her hand is foiled by the collision.
A groan from back the way he had come tells the large solo that Leader is coming around again and a harried glance at 2 shows him dropping the magazine from his weapon and simultaneously slamming another into place, reloading. There's no sign of 3 for the moment giving the edgerunner just enough time to pry the handgun from the dead woman's grip and bring it to bear on 2. Pulling the trigger twice, fast, he see's the soldier jerk as the rounds strike him in the chest causing him to arch his back over the desk and then fall forward face-first onto the ground.
More gunfire erupts from the direction of the lobby and Casino can assume that the police have stormed the room. But he's got his own fight to tend to in the emergency room and the SLG's armor is causing him stress. Out of the corner of his eye, Keith Story, aka Casino, see's Leader weakly raise the submachine gun and fire into the ceiling over the edgerunner's head while at nearly the same time, 3 has emerged over the desk and fired his own weapon past and into the floor behind the solo.
Quickly turning his borrowed handgun on 3's position, Casino puts two rounds into the desk in front of the man. Rising, he charges towards 2's position and the submachine gun moving him out of the line of fire just as 3 opens up again. Leader is reloading, slowly, pathetically, obviously fighting the condition he's in. More gunfire from the lobby and Keith makes a split second decision not to repeat the slide move that had fouled up the retrieval of the handgun and instead, fires two more rounds at 3's position just before he drops the gun and scoops up the newly reloaded submachine gun.
Spinning about to face his enemies, Casino can find no sign of 3, Leader has fallen backward and is sprawled out on the floor, and 2 is sprawled out at his feet. Gunfire still ensues back in the lobby, but it would appear that at least for the moment, Casino is triumphant. With 2's weapon in hand, the large solo quickly points the barrel over the desk and leans into the view ready to pull the trigger. But rather than finding a hiding opponent, he discovers two bodies. Nurse Altruist's and 3's. His last two rounds had ripped out 3's throat. Looking quickly back at 2, he can see that the man has passed out but still lives and there's a barely perceptible motion of Leader's chest rising and falling indicating life in him yet as well.
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West 43875 St. 52 High -- Sewage/Runoff Drainage System | Night City Integrate | High City | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 3:55 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)
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Ghlahn can faintly hear the others discussing the plan. His ears perked up when he picks up his name and he laughs to himself at the claim that he could shoot the wings off a fly at the distance to the camera. More like, I could shoot the parasites off the fly's wings. Anything less and why bother to call yourself a sniper, he thinks, his focus still on the tunnel ahead of him. He knew what his plan would be: shoot the camera. Let the others make a run for it to the building and do their thing while he made sure the expected security guards posed no additional problems. But he knows the others would never agree to killing the sec-team. Why they care so much about the lives of others he can't figure. Putting the thought aside for now, he keeps quiet and watches.
Vegas waits for the others to share with the group their private inventory, and ponders the fate of his separated partner. What About Casino? Concerned thoughts were pounding in his brain. Vegas still carries the uneasy feeling about this school, but it is far too late for him—or any of the others—to turn back now. He is counting on his partner, Casino, to do what he does best without tipping off the authorities about his group affiliation or the details of their gig as hired guns. Knowing Casino and his penchant for attracting trouble, the fedora wearing Frank Sinatra look-alike is ever more aware of a gnawing anxiety eating away at his stomach lining. He's not so sure that he will ever see his partner alive again; especially since the gun-toting solo was not so sure that he, himself, would ever exit the school grounds alive. He is determined that he will lay down his life for the beautiful Asian that has smitten his heart whether or not the current mission is a success or a failure and hoped that he wouldn't have to, but that he and Casino could save the kid, save the mission, and ride off into the sunset with the girl.
Turning to Blossom, Echo says with a determined look, "I may have an idea. The device you use to scramble the cameras—is it something that just plugs into a port and press a few buttons? Because I'm done with sitting here gettin' colder and wetter. I need to move. I will sneak to the admin building, you boys watchin' my six", she says, nodding to the guys, "and I'll hook up the interference."
"Doesn't work that way," Blossom casts a shadow on the plan. "It's a program, a virus that I programmed a couple of years ago. I have to jack into the system either live wire or across wifi to infect it with the virus."
"Well, Echo's the only one who's presented us with any kind of plan," Bloodbank comments much more dryly than the wetness of the sewer tunnel should allow. "I say we go with it."
It doesn't appear that any of the others are willing to share as Vegas had requested, so the dapper solo dismisses the idea and seconds Bloodbank's suggestion. "All right, so, Echo will take Blossom up along the fenceline here," he points to the fence area in the holographic map that is still displayed on the netrunner's holographic emitter, "until the trees. Then you'll use the trees to provide you with some cover and cross the grounds to here." The solo points to the northwestern corner of the gym. "Echo will plant her virus and give us the go ahead when the cameras are rendered black. We'll join you two dolls there at the corner and we'll sneak our way to the admin building. Ghlahn can cover our six and our way out. Sound good to everyone?"
"I'll get Ghlahn," the medic answers by way of agreement and immediately leaves the circle to retrieve the sniper.
Blossom shuts down her viewscreen and stands, adjusting her bag over her shoulder to a more comfortable position. "Looks like you an' me are going for a stroll, cutie pie," she smiles brilliantly at the leather clad nomad.
"Hey," Bloodbank catches the sniper's attention with a quiet call and motions him to join them once he's about four meters from the man.
Now that the medtech and the thin, red-headed rifleman have returned, Echo offers her large rifle to Ghlahn, saying, "I know we're not close pals, but we're in this together and I'd be much obliged if you'd hang onto these for me. Use 'em if you gotta." she adds with a wink.
Ghlahn takes the gun (a Nomad 7.62 Bolt-Action Rifle and four boxes of ammo) from Echo. "We certainly are in this together. I'll keep these safe for you. Although I would certainly use them if I need them, and if I need them, most of you are in real trouble. Good luck."
The group of wet and grimy edgerunners wait for a couple more minutes while Fixer removes the last bar and then climbs down the ladder to face them.
(OOC: I'm making an assumption here that Fixer will tell the group about the patrol with the dog. If he doesn't, let me know and I'll change this up.)
Informed and ready to move, Echo is the first up the ladder as the water courses over her arms, pressing the leather of her duster against her flesh, spilling into her shirt and billowing it out over the leather corset she wears. It's cold and chills her to the bone but she presses up and then belly crawls through the liquid into the open, polluted air of the compound. Her adaptive nano tech protects her from having to wear a mask, but she has pulled her brick red colored balaclava over her face to hide her features. Her idea to use the trees, to take Blossom and get her close, it felt right, like the best idea available to them. So, she scans the courtyard and seeing no threat of discovery from the security company, she pulls herself into a sopping wet crouch and motions the small Asian woman out.
Echo is not at all pleased with the shower she receives as she follows the nomad into the dark night. The water is everywhere, soaking everything, and there's not a thing the netrunner can do about it. Crunching the candy in her mouth into bits, she takes out her frustration on the lollipop. Her bare knees in the mud next to Blossom, she touches the woman's shoulder to let her know she's ready to go.
Taking her submachine gun in hand, Echo feels it come alive for her, recognizing her touch and sending a sensation of pleasure not unlike the greeting of a very happy dog for its owner. The MP2020 is practically a part of her, it's familiar scent strong in her nostrils, comforting and assuring.
The two women creep along the wall embraced by the shadows and moving slowly in the hope that those watching through the cameras won't be able to tell them apart from the darkness. No sudden movements. Nothing to catch their attention. Then, with the trees between them and the buildings, the two make a quick sprint to the backside of the trunks.
Again, Echo peers around the compound. This time her view is much different. She can see between the buildings, between the sports hall, the admin building, the changing rooms building, all the way across the well-lit parking lot to the wall. The Sports Hall is huge and the changing rooms building is nestled in the crook of its towering frame. The admin building is smaller than both and along the back wall, the wall facing their position, there's a single glass and metal door that will make a good point of entry. The problem being that if Echo were to lead Blossom directly to the door their companions would have the gym blocking their view and they couldn't signal the others forward. Not to mention that it is a greater distance across open grounds than to the corner of the Gymnasium.
Taking her time to survey their surroundings, the brown-haired, masked woman finally determines that the only threat at this point is the cameras. Giving the netrunner the signal, the two women sprint towards the closest corner of the Sports Hall, hoping that luck is on their side and those monitoring the camera won't be looking at that moment.
Now, at the corner of the gym, Blossom immediately sets about her task drawing out her keyboard from her bracer and typing away with one-handed shortcode while Echo and her submachine gun stand watch over her.
"I'm in," Blossom whispers barely loud enough for the nomad to hear over the torrential rain. "Wifi system, decent defenses, broke through, planting the virus now." A moment passes. "Done. It seems to be working."
Echo motions to the others and Vegas emerges looking completely out of place like some well-dressed undead rising from the grave. He runs towards them followed by Bloodbank and then Fixer, leaving Ghlahn in the darkness of the sewer.
"That door will get us inside," Blossom points towards the door at the back of the admin building that Echo had seen and without hesitation, the group rushes towards it.
Perched at the top of the ladder, weapon at ready, M'haru Ghlahn scans the scene before him and pauses. His vantage point isn't the greatest with most of the compound obstructed by the Sports Hall, but he is able to see a brief reflection of a bouncing light to the left and immediately is able to deduce that the plan has gone awry. The security personnel monitoring the cameras must have seen the others and called the patrols. That bouncing light that he only caught a momentary glimpse of before the pool that was reflecting it lost the angle could only mean that a patrol is on the way to intercept the edgerunners.
Posted on 2017-03-31 at 13:49:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Huzzah!
I'm looking forward to it.
Posted on 2017-03-31 at 10:14:05.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Gracias
I appreciate all of the recent posts. This fool forgot to bring his charging cord for his laptop and has used up all of the battery power. I will be posting Monday.
Posted on 2017-03-28 at 17:37:41.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I understand.
I encourage writing character insights, flashbacks, anything to bring the character to life and even the odd engagement between characters just to show continued involvement.
I took some liberties with the conversation that takes place amongst the group in the sewers. I used die rolls to determine the direction each character would take in the conversation. If you disagree with the approach, let me know how you would have differed, or just post a different piece of conversation in your post. I've also left what the characters share of their gear, cyber, and skills up to you.
Fixer will be through the last bar within three minutes of where I left off. Keep that in mind. And in case you need a reminder of the map Blossom is displaying, here it is.
Posted on 2017-03-23 at 14:16:28.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Continued.
Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:55 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)
Professionally assessing the position of the weapons, bodies, and the single wheeled stool used by the medical staff when treating the patient, Casino easily determines that he'd be shot and killed before ever being able to retrieve the weapons.
"You're probably wondering why I asked you here today," Leader says from a few steps behind him. "Actually, you're no fool, are you Mr. Metalhead. You've put two and two together. You've one bullet and there's one person left living in this room. So, maybe it's one and one, not two and two. Either way, you're on!"
Turning to face Leader, most likely for the last time, Casino's steely eyes rest on the man's covered and enigmatic face.
"No"
"Really?" Leader's head tilts to the side like a curious dog. "After all I've done for you?"
"Oh, for the love of--" 1 declares in exasperation and raises her submachine gun to her protected cheek. The green dot from the laser sight (probably unnecessary judging from the high-tech nature of the combat mask she wears) blinds Casino's left eye for a moment as it passes over the orb and comes to rest on his forehead. But her weapon is pushed aside by Leader keeping her from ending Casino right then and there. Even with his subdermal armor, chances are that these terrorists, these Soil Liberation Group soldiers are prepared with armor piercing rounds rendering the old tech protecting his soft brain matter practically ineffective.
"Don't tell me you're still clinging to that pathetic story expecting Militech to come sweeping in here and save you?" Leader's voice changes to a decent mimicry of Casino's deep rumble. "They are not here, but I am and I will kill you right here and now. So stop being f***ing brave, loyal, or what ever else you want to call it, and just end the old fart." Leader switches back to his tenor. "Do the deed, Mr. Metalhead. Then you can walk. We'll let you go right after you put a bullet through this guy's head. You can walk down one of those hallways and not look back."
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West 43875 St. 52 High -- Sewage/Runoff Drainage System | Night City Integrate | High City | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 3:48 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)
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"The plan then," Vegas glances back to where Fixer is working and then returns to looking at the map displayed on Blossom's projector. "Once Fixer has broken through the grating I'll escort Blossom across the grounds, here." His left index finger draws an imaginary line across the open grasses between the group's current location and the Gym. "You said you need to be close to determine whether the security system has a signal? Well, doll, I'll get you close."
"If they have a camera system that is even mid-level tech," the Asian netrunner offers, "it'll have at least a one-hundred-and-eighty degree panoramic constant view."
"A place like this?" Echo acknowledges with a grim tone that sounded a little haunted. "Yeah, it'll have at least that."
"Ok," Bloodbank speaks up, shifting the weight of his bag so that it rests easier on his shoulder. "So, running across that space isn't the best idea. I didn't feel good about it the second it was brought up--no offense, Vegas. What does that leave us with?"
"Either Ghlahn or me." Echo offers.
"What do ya mean, sweetheart?" Vegas practically mumbles, turning his baby blues on the pretty and mysterious nomad.
Allowing the H&K MP2020 submachine gun to swing at her hip, Echo retrieves the bolt-action rifle from her shoulder. "I'm a decent shot with this baby, and we know Ghlahn could probably clip the wings off a fly at a distance with his weapon. We shoot out the camera. Either we're seen, or we black out the camera. Maybe they'll think it was the storm."
"And what? Send a team to look into it?" Blossom clamps her teeth down on the diminishing sweet ball in her mouth and presses her lips around the white paper stick as she looks up at the other woman over the rim of her heart-shaped sunglasses. "Wouldn't that be like inviting them to the party?"
"I'm not killing innocent guards to get this job done," Bloodbank warns through his own combat mask.
"No one is saying we have to kill them," Echo replies with an argumentative tone.
"No," Vegas shakes his head, the shadows cast by the flashlights against his fedora playing over his craggy face. "We can't guarantee that we'd be able to take them out without killing them. We have to assume that they have at least some skill in order to hold the job. Besides, we don't know how many they have or how many they'll send."
"So, we're back to," Blossom looks around at the others. "Nothing."
"Not necessarily," Echo counters. "Look, there. Those trees could offer some cover." She points to the northern bow of the fence displayed on Blossom's holographic display. "Maybe sticking to the fenceline will provide us with some cover from the cameras, and then we can use those trees to gain some ground."
"That does get us closer to the buildings," Vegas endorses the idea. "Close enough to determine whether the system is wireless or not, dollface?"
Blossom studies the map and shakes her head, "I don't know. I doubt it."
"Great!" Bloodbank sarcastically enthuses. "We might as well go right up to the front gate and ask to be let in for all the good this is doing."
"All right," Vegas chides. "We can figure this out, see? Starlight wouldn't have brought us all together if we didn't have the skills to handle the run. So, let's fess up. What gear, cyber, or skills do we all possess? Maybe having a concept of the full picture will provide one of us with a concept worth pursuing." The dapper solo can't help but wonder how Casino is faring at this point. He hoped better than they.
"I've got a contact taser, some sedative gas, a close range EMP powerful enough to knock out a CEE-metal that's misbehavin', and two handguns." Having delivered an inventory of what he deems useful, the fedora wearing suited gunman looks over to Bloodbank.
(OOC: I'll let you lot share what you want to share,)
The next bar breaks free and drops to the flowing water with a splash. One bar left and they were through. Fixer pauses once more to look about the compound. The security guard team with the dog had vanished around outside of his line of sight and had not returned. The rain-soaked grasses and slickened structures appear lonely and stark. Empty. So, Fixer continues his job.
Further down the corridor, Ghlahn glances over his shoulder once to make sure the team hasn't left him before returning his attention to the path they had just come down. He's used to waiting. A sniper's role involves a lot of waiting. It provides the read-headed man time to think, time to resolve his past, and time to meditate. With nothing bearing down on them and the rest of the group biding their time while the techie cut their way through the bars, there's time to do just that.
Posted on 2017-03-23 at 14:12:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Hmmm...
I'm confused.
Posted on 2017-03-21 at 15:19:20.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Interesting predicament...
I like the conclusions Casino came to, Tann. This will be interesting, to say the least. We'll see how the dice play things out.
Aletheia, I've enjoyed your take on Echo and would like for you to continue playing. I don't want to lose any players but need to keep the game moving forward for those who are posting. I understand RL issues taking precedence. I can't say that I haven't had my own. That's why I ask for one post a week minimum.
I guess this goes for everyone. It's a bummer for me as the GM to have to ask for participation. So, if you're being honest with yourself and can commit to the one post per week requirement then that would be great, but if you can't, please let me know so we can keep the game alive.
Posted on 2017-03-20 at 12:43:48.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Survival is the name of the game...
Right? Do what you need to do to survive. By the way, here's something I drew up about this scene.
Posted on 2017-03-19 at 17:15:26.
Edited on 2017-03-19 at 17:15:46 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I appreciate it, Tann
But it may be better to trim the size of the party down judging by the overall activity on the Inn.
I did not move the rest of the party forward because there's only one post. Sorry Keeper. If, by the end of the week there are no other posts, I'll move that party forward, but don't be surprised if there are a few character deaths along the way.
Tann, Casino's Intimidate check was a much-needed success so I awarded 1 IP in Intimidate. That gives him the skill at a rank of 1. Congrats.
Posted on 2017-03-19 at 14:42:55.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Another continuation for Tann.
Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:54 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)
"Just shoot him," 1 presses. "We don't got time for this."
"You know," Leader rolls his head and audible cracking sounds emerge from his neck. "You're right. We don't have time for this.
"Pick that iron up, Mr. Metalhead. Get the information from the nurse and continue to take this opportunity to not have more holes put through your body. I let you press your play and ramble on about Arasaka and Militech because it made you feel better. Guess what? I didn't believe it for a second. So, do yourself a favor and drop it. Last chance to save your skin, Mr. Metalhead. What. Do. You. Say?"
"I say shoot me, or don't, in the end if you do kill me your fate is sealed." Casino, still looking at Leader, moves towards the nurse. "Whether you believe me or not, think on this," He stop and stares into the leader's single ocular point letting him know this is no bluff. "If my talk of the two corps is complete bulls***, then why gouge out a cop's eye and cut off a finger to get into their biosafe, tootsie pops?"
"Now he's being cute," 1 remarks with impatience. "Just shoot him, for the love of all that's holy."
"See?" Leader holds one hand out towards Casino in presentation. "This is why I like you, Mr. Metalhead. You are determined. I saw it in the way you carried yourself when we first met. You play your hand right to the end even though your bluff has been called.
"Now, get on with it. I don't know how much longer I can keep my companion in check. She's impatient."
Reaching the frightened nurse's side the large blond man takes her roughly by the arm and pushes her painfully towards the row of curtained suites. "Which one is this guy in? You say they will kill you, well ‘they' are not here, but he is and he will kill you right here and now. So stop being f***ing brave, loyal, or what ever else you want to call it, and tell him!"
Whimpering, the nurse struggles to keep her footing with throughout the forceful direction. From the corner of his eye, Casino can see tears begin to roll down her brown face. Wide-eyed fear grips her. He can feel it in the tenseness of her body. He can see it in the emotion escaping her previously defiant countenance. She is beaten and succumbs to the threat of immediate death.
Stopping their forward progression by leaning backward as though literally digging her heels in, Nurse Altruist points towards one of the curtains with a trembling hand.
Looking to Leader, Casino is hushed by a single finger being held up to the terrorist's face equal to where lips would be if not otherwise covered by the battle mask. Motioning 2 and 3 forward, Leader lifts his weapon and points it at Casino directly.
Submachine guns at ready, 2 and 3 flank the curtained suite and with precision execution simultaneously stick the barrels of their guns through resulting in a quick burst of gunfire muffled by built-in suppressors. Thump, clang, gushy thump flow through the pale blue drape and Nurse Altruist sobs. 2 uses the barrel of his gun to pull the cover aside and peer through before turning and giving Leader a thumbs up.
"Keep watch," Leader orders and the two spread apart to take up defensive positions behind the nurse's station. "Mr. Metalhead, if you wouldn't mind retrieving that handgun I so generously gifted you, it's come time for you to earn your freedom."
(OOC: Assuming Casino does so, if not I'll revisit this.)
"The room is clear, so go ahead and step right on through," Leader motions the leather clad gun for hire through the curtain.
(OOC: Again, assuming Casino enters the room.)
As Casino steps up to the curtain he hears a whispered shot followed by a thump from behind. Surmising that Nurse Altruist has been resolved, the solo is left with surveying the scene before him.
Eight or nine meters across by twice that deep, the alcove contains a counter that runs along the left wall with a bare stainless steel sink set into the gray countertop. Above this are three white cupboards and numerous posters giving health warnings and advertising additional treatment options. Center in the room with the headboard against the far wall is the hospital bed. A digital display showing vitals is built right into the headboard and various additional medical devices are hanging on the wall within easy reach of the medical staff. Between the bed and the counter sprawled out on the white with gray speckled tile floor is the body of an Asian man wearing a nice-looking Takahashi designer trench coat with Ferbochi wingtips, his hands tucked underneath his body, the black barrel of a gun jutting from beneath his left shoulder. Blood spatter and brain matter paint the wall next to the headboard where he had obviously been standing in his last moments and a pool of dark crimson red is slowly spreading from where his head lies, the back of it blown open revealing a gruesome image.
On the other side of the bed, also on the floor but partially propped up against the wall at the base of a blood-painted smear lies another corpse. Asian as well, this one's face shows two holes with blood draining from them. He stares blankly back at Casino forever lost in death. Also wearing designer business wear, his Uzi submachine gun lies underneath the bed, barely visible to the broad-shouldered gunman.
Within the bed, with a self-contained oxygen mask covering his lower face and nose being fed liquids through an IV, is an aged Asian man with short-cropped silver hair, liver spots, and enough wrinkles to remind Casino of old leather. His hands are resting on his stomach, thin and frail looking.
Professionally assessing the position of the weapons, bodies, and the single wheeled stool used by the medical staff when treating the patient, Casino easily determines that he'd be shot and killed before ever being able to retrieve the weapons.
"You're probably wondering why I asked you here today," Leader says from a few steps behind him. "Actually, you're no fool, are you Mr. Metalhead. You've put two and two together. You've one bullet and there's one person left living in this room. So, maybe it's one and one, not two and two. Either way, you're on!"
Posted on 2017-03-19 at 14:38:43.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Huzzah!
A post!
Posted on 2017-03-19 at 13:56:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: So excited to see some posts again!
Things have died out and I'm itching to get back to posting.
Posted on 2017-03-16 at 17:21:42.
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Topic: Eol Fafalas turned 76 yesterday :)
Subject: 76? 480?
It's roughly the same, right?
Posted on 2017-03-16 at 17:19:38.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: My bad.
I should pay more attention to detail.
My training class ends tomorrow. If we have enough posts, I'll continue the game Monday. If not, I'll trim the fat and stick with those who want to play.
Posted on 2017-03-16 at 17:18:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I'm just gonna sit here and bask...
Yup. That's what I'm gonna do.
Posted on 2017-03-15 at 19:43:52.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: You may have noticed...
I've not posted a continuance today. That would be because I've only got Tann posting... well, and I'm hosting a week-long training that runs all day every day and I am exhausted. Still... where'd everyone go?
Posted on 2017-03-13 at 23:39:05.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Doesn't pay...
I have a family to feed.
Echo, top left with the mask and trench.
Blossom, bottom left.
Fixer, next to Echo.
Ghlahn, next to Fixer.
Bloodbank, second to the right.
Vegas, far right.
Don't know who's got Casino's stuff. Forgot about that when drawing it up. 
Posted on 2017-03-13 at 08:45:23.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Do I? Is that? Why, I think it is...
Do I hear angels singing?!
Welcome back, my friend.
Posted on 2017-03-13 at 08:42:46.
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Not yet...
But the night is young.
Here's a little sketch I drew up of the sewer crawl.
Posted on 2017-03-11 at 19:55:59.
Edited on 2017-03-12 at 18:45:39 by Bromern Sal
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