Official Tensided Cyperpunk RPG Campaign

CorSec · Post by **CorSec** » 2004-01-04 03:19am

Previously:

"Snake! Snake!" Followed shortly by a sickening wet snap of bone and sinew.

Snake? Well, anything's possible.

"Incubus! Die, demon spawn!

Incubus? What the fuck? Then it clicks. Oh, right. Telepath. Sure as hell glad he's on our side.

((Preceding added for some semblance of continuity. And I forgot to put it in previous posts.))

Now:

Still annoyed with the failure of the grenade launcher, Blaine's shots fly high and wide. Considering the disrepair of the weapon, Blaine readily blamed the previous user(s). Obviously, they don't know how to keep a rifle sighted. Obviously.

The last unit of mercs were filing into place with ballistic shields. In half a blink Blaine counted the number of grenades 1, 2, 3... a lot... and started to drop behind cover. But before he'd completed the motion he was momentarily transfixed by the macabre dance of an ill-fated mercenary. The muzzle flash from the rifles added an eery strobe effect, giving the impression that he wasn't really going to die - he was simply center stage in some gothic performance piece about the futility of life and the exuberance we have despite our ultimate demise.

Blaine drops to one knee behind cover waiting for the grenades to do their dirty work. He eyes the M29 warily, wondering if he should have taken it out to dinner and a movie. Or maybe I should reassure it that the 6 shot grenade clip doesn't make it look fat.

Gerard_Paloma · Post by **Gerard_Paloma** » 2004-01-04 10:44pm

Dirk keeps his head down until the grenades go off. He figures there should be a number of clustered explosions, a delay, and then another explosion (or possibly two).

After the final explosion, he pops back up and opens fire on full auto, hoping to guide the stream in order to deal death.

((At this point, Dirk has no idea the guys have shields. How far away are they, anyway?))

Symmetry · Post by **Symmetry** » 2004-01-05 03:37am

Yuuki decides that he better get his head down for now. He'll wait and see what the grenades do before getting involved again.

((Would Yuuki expect the people approaching in phalanx to have nasal filters or anything else to nuetralize his tear gas, and would there be a substantial danger of it drifting back at his group?))

Arthur_Tuxedo · Post by **Arthur_Tuxedo** » 2004-01-06 01:44am

Everyone's keeping their heads down except Ernesto, lining up his shield busting shot, and Lennox, messing with the mind of one of the shieldboys.

DF: 19
AT: 19
Final Roll: 20 (that's a 1)

Everybody's mind is different, and some people's aren't opened in the usual manner. This guy is one of those. It will take longer.

CorSec · Post by **CorSec** » 2004-01-06 08:28am

... 1 hippopotamus ...
... 2 hippopotamus ...
... 3 hippopotamus ...

It didn't matter that he was expecting the grenades to explode. It's kind of like being in a car wreck. You know it's coming, but when the metal is buckling and the glass is breaking somehow you're still not as on guard as you thought you were.

... 4 hippopotamus ...
... 5 hippopotamus ...

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-06 07:21pm

Arthur_Tuxedo wrote:Everyone's keeping their heads down except Ernesto, lining up his shield busting shot, and Lennox, messing with the mind of one of the shieldboys.

DF: 19
AT: 19
Final Roll: 20 (that's a 1)

Everybody's mind is different, and some people's aren't opened in the usual manner. This guy is one of those. It will take longer.

Dr. Lennox decides to use a different set of can openers and tries again. This little mundane should not be hard...

Arthur_Tuxedo · Post by **Arthur_Tuxedo** » 2004-01-08 03:51pm

Turn 25

Lennox tries again...

DF: 19
AT: 19
Final roll: 28

Bingo! The man's feeble defenses melt away the moment Lennox makes the attempt. He looks around with paranoia before picking up his shield and setting it down the other way as he backs up toward the rebels to protect himself from the gunfire of his buddies.

Unfortunately for him, Dirk's grenade chooses this time to go off. While his armor is designed in large part to protect against shrapnel. It's not very effective when the soldier has his back to the grenade, which this man does.

Damage: 15

He goes down hard, the shield knocked over. There is a panic among the ranks of the enemy soldiers with the hole in their defenses. Somebody rushes forward to pick up the shield as the rest line up behind the two remaining shield bearers.

Turn 26
Two things happen simultaneously. Yuuki and Mikals' grenades go off and Ernesto takes the shot.

Ernesto's shot:
DF: 20
AT: 19
Final roll: 26

Damage: 77 ((That's 3d6*10 damage - 3 Resistance. Those shields normally give 50 Res, but an RPG is Extra Armor Ignoring))

Because the thugs were lined up behind the shield carriers and an RPG propels a relatively small projectile, it shreds the shield and shield carrier as the explosive goes off, then the projectile-like component goes through each of the thugs lined up and kills them all. Fully half of the thugs are taken out in one shot.

That leaves 7 thugs left. 3 of them including the shield carrier are safe from the shrapnel, but because of the angle involved, the other 4 aren't.

Yuuki's grenade
Damages: 12, 12, 19, 9

Mikal's grenade
Damages: 7, 17, 3

While their armor was meant to protect against fragments, it wasn't meant to protect against it at a range of 10 feet. All but the fourth man go down under the second grenade, and one of them even goes down under the first.

That leaves 4 little Indians, and one of them is gravely wounded. Sending a bunch of gangers first to soften up defenses must have sounded like a good idea at the time, but they failed to cause a single casualty.

Arthur_Tuxedo · Post by **Arthur_Tuxedo** » 2004-01-08 03:59pm

Turn 27

Yuuki's second grenade sends fragments into the barricade and also into the riot shield, not doing much, but Dirk's overshot actually works to his advantage since it landed behind the shields and the gangers didn't notice it.

Damages: 27, 8, 15, 11

As the wounded one turns to run, he receives the full force of it, even though he inadvertantly shields his friend from the worst of it. The third guy goes down hard, while the shield bearer and the second thug are seriously wounded. In just two seconds, the corridor has become covered in bodies.

Now 6 more zipliners become visible, and it's clear that these are no gangers. Wearing exo-suits and sporting RPG launchers and machineguns, these guys could be a serious problem. The first two have riot shields, which they immediately set up when they land.

Gerard_Paloma · Post by **Gerard_Paloma** » 2004-01-08 04:22pm

While he's waiting for the grenades to go off, Dirk checks the fire selector switch on the BAR. Full auto. The first volley goes off, and he checks the switch again, just to make sure. Still full auto. The second volley goes off, and Dirk brings the BAR up after a split second.

The carnage that greets him makes him grin. The goons with the shields hit the ground first, and set up their shields. Dirk picks a target not hiding behind the shields and opens fire.

((No aiming, unless the other 4 are so far behind that it takes a second for them to hit the ground. Also, anyone holding an RPG is target number one.))

Symmetry · Post by **Symmetry** » 2004-01-08 06:14pm

Keeping his head down, but trusting that there are still more coming Yuuki readies another frag. They might or might not have been effective earlier, but flashbangs and teargas certainly wouldn't be effective now.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-08 06:27pm

Now 6 more zipliners become visible, and it's clear that these are no gangers. Wearing exo-suits and sporting RPG launchers and machineguns, these guys could be a serious problem. The first two have riot shields, which they immediately set up when they land.

"Here is to hoping these troops are weak minded... They follow orders..."

Dr. Lennox attempts to bypass the mental blocks of a shield bearer and make him think that his armor is VERY hot

Marcao · Post by **Marcao** » 2004-01-10 02:47am

Ernesto

He followed his shot as it streaked towards his desired target, its arrival heralded by artificial thunder akin to that which accompanied the anger of Zeus. The end result of his shot was thoroughly enjoyed, the carnage that ensued meaning little for him however. They took the money, they took their chances. He did not allow himself to stare in satisfaction at the havoc that his shot had caused however; His mind screaming at him to duck behind his cover and reload his instrument of war.

He did not doubt his mind, immediately ducking behind his cover as his left hand sought another projectile for his launcher to use. Since he was busy trying to reload, he did not manage to catch sight of the new zip lines as they appeared. However, his augmented hearing did catch the sound of heavy footsteps landing on the ground. He frowned, the sound filtered and analyzed past the moans of the wounded and the twitches of the dead or dying. His augmented hearing allowed him to neatly turn of the sounds of the world and concentrate on the new sounds, eyes narrowing within seconds as he understood their meaning. They had new guests and that meant that he did not have time to waste.

As soon as his launcher was reloaded he took a deep breath, holding it in as he moved the launcher over his shoulder and he moved back up into position behind his cover. His eyes caught sight of the situation nearly immediately, and he understood that this was the main thrust of the attack. The first few victims had been warm bodies to attract their ammo, poor bastards meant to die for these men. They had been there to create an opening, to wound some of the defenders and thus ensure the success of these men. The distraction had failed however, and as he lined up his shot he hoped that he did not draw attention to himself. He only needed two more seconds…

notes

1. He is going to aim for two seconds and then fire at one of the people with a shield again.

2. I am hoping that since he ducked in order to realod his launcher before they hit the ground, any of the new tangos that were looking did not see him until he popped out.

CorSec · Post by **CorSec** » 2004-01-10 08:31am

Well, that should just about do it...

Blaine starts to stand up, but flattens himself again when a fast moving light whooshes by his position. The whoosh is quickly followed by a big explosion.

Gracias, Señor Vega.

Now that should just about do it.

Blaine peeks over to see a corridor filled with bodies of the dead or dying. It ain't pretty - and it probably won't smell too good after a while, but I'm glad that's over. He stands up and is about to step around his cover when he spies movement from the elevator shaft through the haze. Goddamn! How many of these fuckers are there!

He points the half-useless M29 down the hallway and is about to let 'er rip when he sees who's lumbering in. He lets his jaw go slack for a second. I've never even seen armor like that! He stops himself from throwing down the rifle and running through the base yelling "Game over, man! Game over!" He determines that through sheer force of will he will survive this fight. It's not romantic thoughts of blissful evenings with Stacey that fuels this will. It's not the delightful taste of that ham sandwhich he's been hankering for either. No, in a moment he decides he's going to renig on what he said at the Electric Nipple earlier. If he was going to face people like this, he'd need some serious upgrades.

Blaine crouches behind cover, aiming his rifle down the hall. By now, the mercs have organized themselves into two files. Everyone was behind the shield carriers. He noticed that some of them were wielding RPGs. Not good at all. As soon as he's given an opening, Blaine opens fire in their direction. He's quite sure that he can't penetrate the shields or the armor, but perhaps he could keep them from firing, at least long enough for Ernesto to reload and fire.

Arthur_Tuxedo · Post by **Arthur_Tuxedo** » 2004-01-10 02:21pm

Dirk pops up firing full auto.

DF: 20
AT: 11
Final roll: 20
# of shots hit: 3

Some of the rounds hit, but the heavy duty riot shields cause them to ricochet.

Ernesto pops another rocket into his launcher.

Blaine lets 'er rip as well.

DF: 20
AT: 5
Final roll: 7

Unfortunately, lacking Dirk's instincts, Blaine isn't capable of just popping up and hitting distant targets without aiming.

Yuuki Pulls the pin on his frag.

Benjamin attempts to breach the mind of one of the shieldbearers. He can tell right away that this guy won't be a pushover like the gangers.

DF: 27
AT: 19
Final roll: 25

For one thing, he almost certainly has one of those damnable anti-psychic implants. And while willpower in the common sense often correlates with resistance to psychic intrusion like with the gangers, it doesn't always, like with soldiers. This would be a tough nut to crack.

Mikal pops up and hails 450 grain slugs on the enemy, noticing the riot shields only afterward.

DF: 20
AT: 16
Final roll: 17

Mikal gets off two ineffectual shots before he sees the RPGs streaking toward him and dives back behind his cover.

The friendly soldiers fire inefectually.

Obviously possessing smartgun enhanced weapons, the shieldcarriers use the wheels to drop their shields just for a split second and the RPG wielders open fire.

DF: 20
AT: 21
Final rolls: 23, 27

Two rockets with blue trails streak toward the first two barricades. On target, the barricades are demolished. This leaves Dirk, Mikal, and Yuuki out in the stark open along with half the rebel soldiers!

Like clockwork, the shields pop back up just as the rockets streak away.

The next closest barricades are 6 squares away. There are also doors to rooms 4 squares away.

Symmetry · Post by **Symmetry** » 2004-01-10 03:55pm

Yuuki was glad he had gotten his hearing enhanced when he recognizes the sound of riot shields planted the concrete floor. He had just pulled the pin and planned how he was going try to use his grenade, when the sound of a rocket launcher drowned out all other thought and made him drop to the ground. Even before his chest impacted he heard the explosion, dampened down by his audio processors but still shocking. Bits of the barracaded fell onto him and he looked up to see that he no longer had any cover.

All this left him with three choices. First choice: run for the other barracade, run for the door, stay there and fight, or play dead. Second choice: kick tear gas grenade or don't kick tear gas grenade. Third choice: Throw frag or don't throw frag. Before he even realized he had made a choice Yuuki sprang up, threw his grenade and dashed for the door, without touching the tear gas grenade which had somehow survived the blast without going off.

((I'm hoping to do three actions this turn, throw, move and move so I can get to the door))

Hotfoot · Post by **Hotfoot** » 2004-01-10 09:43pm

(Previously, on Edgerunner)

Once the grenades had gone off, Mikal pops out weilding his USAS-12. Whatever targets existed would be getting a full hail of shotgun slugs (full auto on the most dangerous-looking group).

(Now, on Edgerunner)

RPGs...figures. Where there's one, there's twenty more where you can't see them. Mikal hoped that Ernesto got his own RPG reloaded quickly. Now, without cover, Mikal knew exactly what he had to do. Rooms were dangerous, but closer. Assuming he couldn't make it to the next layer of barricades right away, he'd head to the rooms first, get cover there, return fire, reload if he had to, then make it to the next barricade. All the while, he thought of his white phosphorus grenade. The riot shields were worthless if he cooked the grenade off and tossed it over their heads, bathing them in white hot rain from above...but the suits may well be insulated. Oh, what he would give for a little more preparation time. A few ceiling tiles covered in Thermite, remotely triggered above the heads of their foes, dropping a sheet of near fusion temperature material all over them like a blanket, melting through their armor like it was so much warm butter, burning their flesh mercilessly. It may not be instantly fatal, but even the best auto-dampeners couldn't make out anything with that much light blazing so closely, and even the best pain editing software wouldn't be proof against being bathed in fire just cooler than that of the sun itself.

But wishes were just that, wishes. No genie, no djinn, no god would come to help them here. Let the enemy pray and wish and hope. Those were the acts of those about to die, and he had no intention of dying today...

Gerard_Paloma · Post by **Gerard_Paloma** » 2004-01-11 01:06am

Dirk eases off the trigger and ducks back down behind cover. Goddamn shields, wish I had a fuckin' RPG...

As if some sick and twisted god heard his request and granted it, the soldiers RPG's demolished the barricade Dirk was hiding behind. Now out in the open, frustration reared its ugly head.

"Goddamn mother fucking sons of BITCHES!" Dirk yells, starting out in a normal speaking voice, rising to a crescendo on the last word. He quickly goes over his options. Barricades. No good. Doorways are closer. Could get stuck in a room. Oh well, maybe from there I'll have time to cook off a nade.

Dirk rises to his feet and takes off at full gallop towards the nearest doorway, firing at the soldiers on the way.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-11 02:29am

Dr. Lennox clears his head and tries again.

Arthur_Tuxedo · Post by **Arthur_Tuxedo** » 2004-01-12 12:19am

Yuuki tosses his grenade and runs. ((Runs 2 squares that is, you can't use multi-actions to run twice, sorry))

DF: 20
AT: 10
Final roll: 20

Without even thinking about it, Yuuki tosses his grenade in the general direction of the enemy. As with many of these types of instinctive shots and tosses, it's dead-on accurate. Unfortunately with the shields in place, that doesn't mean much, and with that much armor, it probably wouldn't matter even without the shields.

Mikal books it 2 squares toward the rooms, as does Dirk.

Blaine fires full auto on his M29.

DF: 20
AT: 10
Final roll: 19

Some of the rounds come close, but no cigar.

Dr. Lennox tries his mind game again.

DF: 27
AT: 19
Final roll: 26 (so close...)

No two ways about it, this sonofabitch had a strong will.

The allied soldiers who were behind the demolished barricades aren't as quick to get it together as the group's tough-guys and still wonder what the loud noises and raining debris is all about. The ones farther back know they can't get through those shields or that armor, and get ready to bolt for the weapons lockers to get heavier firepower.

The enemy soldiers lower the shields and kneel while the machinegun equipped guys behind them open up on the stunned coverless rebels.

DF: 20
AT: 23
Final rolls: 26, 32, 27, 32, 26, 24
Damages: 47, 29, 45, 26, 47

All but one of the exposed soldiers do the bullet dance to the stacatto 7mm tune. The lucky one was prone at the time.

CorSec · Post by **CorSec** » 2004-01-12 08:07am

Cyberpunk, THEN

Unfortunately, lacking Dirk's instincts, Blaine isn't capable of just popping up and hitting distant targets without aiming.

Shit on a stick!

Blaine sizes up his chances and determines that things don't look good. Seeing everyone else make due haste to the side rooms, Blaine decides that looks like a good idea. ((This is assuming that the aforementioned cover which is 6 squares away is mine and the doors that are 4 squares away is only 2 squares from me. If the doors are further than 2 square away, Blaine will retreat further into the compound, using what cover he can.)) While he makes his way, Blaine fires the M29 ("Josephine", aka that traitorous slut-bitch-whore "Josephine") on full auto for all the good it won't do.

Cyberpunk NOW

Blaine fires full auto on his M29.
Close, but no cigar.

FLASHBACK: The Electric Nipple

After buying Mikal, Ernesto and Dirk, she eyed Blaine hungrily. She advanced slowly, her hips swaying rhythmically, hypnotically. She placed her hands on his chest and then wrapped her arms around him. ''Finding world class mercenaries was easy. Deciding on whether or not I should involve you was the hard part.'' She looked up at him, her eyes soft and dark. He'd always been a sucker for those eyes. As she spoke, her hands were wandering up and down his back. She was pressing herself tightly against him, telling him with her body what she wasn't saying with words. ''You were always so sweet, almost naïve about what the world was.'' His nautrual biological response to what she wasn't saying was unmistakable. Her lips danced softly along his neck as she continued. ''I'm doing this for you. Because of you.'' Her lips were only inches away now. ''I can't do this without you, Blaine. I need you,'' she said breathily.

Or, at least that's how Blaine remembers it. That's the only way he could have possibly agreed to this moronically suicidal situation that he was presently in.

Blaine was stupidly running towards the heavily armed and armored bad guys - who by the way had just eliminated four more of the good guys, firing ineffectually the whole way. He didn't think he had much chance of getting to one of the side rooms, but whatever slim chance there was at that it was certainly better than the less than no chance of living staying where he was.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-12 09:12am

"Damn teep resistent fuckhead... Note to self, rip that implant out of his body"

Dr.Lennox, true to his persistent nature, attempts one more time tocrack this pissants mind.

Symmetry · Post by **Symmetry** » 2004-01-12 12:29pm

Approaching the door, Yuuki dives bodily, coming into a role as he goes through it. As he runs, his mind races, trying to recall where the closest weapon or exlosive that would damage those damn suits is.

Arthur_Tuxedo · Post by **Arthur_Tuxedo** » 2004-01-14 02:09am

Yuuki, Dirk, and Mikal make it to the two side rooms. Yuuki going into the left room, while the other two dashing into the right.

Benjamin, ever the persistent one, makes another attempt.

DF: 27
AT: 19
Final roll: 23

...which also fails. The good doctor was starting to run out of psyche cracking methods, but he still had at least one more he could try.

This is made rather moot however as Ernesto, having taken careful aim, fires his rocket.

DF: 20
AT: 19
Final roll: 28

Damage: 109
Effect: Shield shattered to bits, first guy practically gibs. The projectile part of the rocket blows a hole one could stick his whole leg through in the two behind him.

((awaiting post for Blaine))

The machingunners lay down some more fire before one of their lives ends before he even knew he was in real danger.

DF: 20
AT: 25
Final roll: doesn't matter, can still hit on 1

Damage: 13

The prone guy gets riddled full of lead.

DF: 20
AT: 22
Final roll(s): 31, 24, 26

The second gunner spreads his fire between Yuuki, Dirk, and Mikal before he goes down. ((assuming AP is used)) Only by the skin of their teeth, seemingly a miracle, do they avoid being hit.

Symmetry · Post by **Symmetry** » 2004-01-14 01:08pm

((If Yuuki knows of anything he could use in the armory))

Yuuki sprints to the armory to collect some weapon that would be effective against those damn exosuits, shouting "be right back!" over his shoulder.

((If not))

Yuuki runs to his pack and begins work. First a block of thermit is broken up by his Kubaton. The pieces, a dab of C4, and a radio detonator are shoved into one of Yuuki's extra socks, and he runs back, holding it and the radio trigger.

Marcao · Post by **Marcao** » 2004-01-14 01:17pm

Ernesto

The truth was that he had stopped having fun when the last wave of adversaries had arrived. The first group of enemies had been little more than turkeys lined up before him, lambs sent to the slaughter. They were his kind of enemies. He was like most mercenaries and assassins a fundamentally lazy creature and disliked dealing with anything that was too tough to crack. As he moved to his kneeling position, rocket launcher over his right shoulder he got a good look at his targets.

The fact that they were wearing state-of-the-art armor was not lost upon him, and although this would not be the first time he dealt with such armor in his lifetime it would be the first time he dealt with it in such a direct, hands on fashion. His mind quickly realized that this group of enemies represented a large amount of resources. The armor alone was worth roughly ten thousand dollars in the open market, if you could get your hands on it at all. Furthermore, the armaments that they seemed to possess were also worth a considerable amount of cash. It was not surprising that Microsoft would send such a squad considering that they had money to burn, but he was still flattered by their presence.

It took him only two seconds to line up the launcher with its target, his eyes narrowing slightly as his index finger pulled the trigger on his weapon. As he did so, his lips parted and he muttered softly to himself “De Cuba con amor.” The rocket accelerated out the launcher and covered the distance between himself and its shield wielding target in less than a second. The explosive effect of the weapon was appreciated immensely, and he found it impossible to hide behind cover and reload until he could see the full effects of what he had caused. His target simply blew apart as if torn from within by the anger of a pagan God. The next two armored enemies fell over obviously dead. Although not quite dead enough not to go down shooting. He winced slightly as a hail of bullets seemed to reach out towards Mikal and for a hundredth of a second, he knew fear. Time stopped as Mikal seemed to glide through the hail of bullets and tracers, eventually managing somehow to disappear from his line of sight unscathed.

He cracked a smile, reminding himself to gently point out to Mikal that he had just lost one of his nine lives. His eyes sliding towards the remaining armored enemies for a fraction of a second. That left three, but his shot now made it possible for those with rifles and shotguns to get at the hind two without necessarily having to go through the shielded front target. He had broken apart their lines, perhaps now their foes would crumble beneath their combined firepower. It was then that he ducked behind his cover once more, his left hand reaching for another rocket as his right held the launcher. He had to reload, and it would take some time but he was hoping that his cover would hold out until then. Besides, there were others more tempting and closer targets about. The loss of Dirk for instance would not bother him much. Hell, as long as Mikal made it out along with him he could care less who died. Well, that was not true. Stacey had to survive if they were to be paid. That made her important…

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