Contract #4: Formula 42

[Drew Buddy]

Adams switches targets and fires on the next customer. (( ET3 ))

[GM Nick]

Ranged Combat (Doc)

[Battle Rifles (8) + AGI (9) + RR (1) + FFC (-2) + Smartlink (2) = 10]
5 2 6 3 4 6 6 5 6 5 5 2 4 3 2 2 6 5
[REA (7) + AGI (4) + WM (-1) = 5]
6 6 1 1 1 5 5 5 2 3

Damage Resistance (ET3)

[BOD (6) + Armor (10) + AP (-4) + WM (-1) = 3]
6 1 5 6 2 3 1 1 2 1 1

< 10P DAMAGE >

The terrorist's head splits open and splashes gore against the wall as Doc's powerful volley rips through him.

[Drew Buddy]

Adams drags the barrel of the rifle back down, and centers it on the next target. (( ET1 ))

[GM Nick]

Ranged Combat (Doc)

[Battle Rifles (8) + AGI (9) + RR (1) + Smartlink (2 ) + FFC (-2) = 5]
6 5 3 4 6 1 1 4 4 1 2 1 2 4 4 6 4 6
[REA (7) + Good Cover (4) = 1]
4 3 3 2 1 1 6 4 1 1 4

Damage Resistance (ET1)

[BOD (6) + Armor (10) + AP (-4) = 3]
6 1 3 4 2 4 1 4 6 3 4 5

< 11P DAMAGE >

The terrorist reels, clutching a massive hole in his shoulder.

[John]

Max stumbles in the battle-- his presence ineffectual and his wounds screaming. Blood is pouring out of his new holes, and the world is ringing. The elf's ears always run hot when he's been shot, for some reason. His vision swims as he sees enemy combatants dropping now with the team's usual efficiency, but he dares not concede to his fatigue. With a lightning bolt streaking through his shoulder and down his spine, Max works at steadying his aim as he tries to line up a killing shot.

(( Just some narration. I know it's nowhere near my turn. ))

[GM Nick]

The frag grenade explodes as it careens towards the original tosser. The terrorist stumbles backwards and bleeds out from the shrapnel wounds.

(( Misplaced the copy+paste for the damage roll. ))

[GM Nick]

Sinjin releases another pair of throwing knives.

Ranged Combat (Sinjin)

[Throwing Knives (6) + AGI (5) = 3]
3 2 3 2 5 1 5 4 5 1 4
[REA (7) + Good cover (4) + WM (-3) = 2]
5 2 1 4 4 6 2 4

Damage Resistance (ET1)

[BOD (6) + Armor (10) + WM (-3) = 5]
5 2 6 2 2 4 3 6 6 4 6 4 4

< 3P DAMAGE >

The knives sink into the terrorist's neck; forcing his gas mask visor to fill with blood from his violent choking. He succumbs and slumps forward, signalling the end of combat.

[Elliott]

Tyros moves cautiously out from behind the team's makeshift cover, watching as it slowly disolves into a viscous puddle on the floor, previously lodged bullets bobbing slowing in the muck. Kneeling down next to Max, Tyros waves Doc over.

"Looks like our resident bullet catcher could use a medkit!", Tyros quips.

"I don't think our hosts are going to appreciate our visit much longer. I should mention that before the last drekback was executed, I found out from him that the terrorists have rigged the building to explode. Typical, I know, but something we should keep in mind. A fast getaway from this basement is unlikely given how long it took us to get down here."

Standing and moving slowly towards the door, Tyros nods to his friends as they prepare to breach it into the basement proper.

[Stephen]

With a muttered curse, Val stacks up behind the team and, in the brief respite given them, pulls up a transparent AR window. He calls up the BioDrive schematic and begins analyzing it with necessary rapidity to determine the nearest exit and the shortest route to it, keeping in mind that their extraction point will need to afford a safe LZ for the Hound.

[John]

Max scoffs at Tyros, and says,

"Couple pins in the hip and I'll be good as new."

The elf wears a tentative smile on his face as he attempts mask the excruciating pain of the bullet wounds. His weapon falls slack to the floor as Max slumps against a wall. The elf tries to motivate himself to his feet to get the job done before the place goes sky high, but the agony is too much.

[Drew Buddy]

Adams walks up to Max, and sets his rifle down as he keels beside him.

"Just can't get enough?" He asks the elf, as he begins his work with the medkit.

[GM Nick]

First Aid Test (Doc)

[Combat Wounds (7) + LOG (7) + PuShed (1) + Medkit (6) = 7]
3 4 2 2 3 6 2 3 6 1 5 4 6 4 2 3 5 1 6 2 6

< 6P Healed >

Doc withdraws the pneumatic syringe with one hand whilst clipping off a combat suture with the other. His curative abilities have been so honed that the good doctor performs them with nearly unconscious gestures.

[GM Nick]

Tyros runs his invisible hands over the surface of the door. It's about twice as tall as the troll and three times as wide. There's a narrow slit between it and the wall, where the door has been left slight ajar. A tendril of nitrogen mist creeps through, meandering along the ground at Tyros' feet.

All manner of alligator clips and circuit boards have been attached to the terminal's interface--clearly the terrorists method of bypassing the security system.

[Conway]

From his position beside the doorway, Sinjin's endoscope snakes slowly between the doors edge and heavy lintel. Rotating its serpentine head about in broad arcs, the tool's wide angle lens reveals all that lies beyond as Sinjin's eye checks for trip lines, detonators, and other articles of malice that may await them just inside the doorway. He takes a moment to scan the rooms corners for signs of El Jefe, and any other terrorists that may remain.

((Roll Perception+Vision Enhancement 3+Enhanced Perception 2))

[GM Nick]

Perception Test (Sinjin)

[Perception (3) + INT (4) + Visual Enh. (3) + Enhanced Perceptions (2) = 5]
2 2 1 5 6 5 3 5 3 1 5 1

Through the endoscope, Sinjin can make out a large room stuffed with nitrogen coolers. The icy mist is ubiquitous and condensation has frozen into crystalline formations throughout, as if the whole lab was located in some forest in Siberia.

A large orc in a trench coat is moving swiftly towards the center of the room, his breath marked by frigid particles. He seems dead set on whatever lies there.

A containment chamber, roughly 3 meters high and 2 meters wide and long, seems to be the focus of his attention. Its contents are obscured by a miasma of swirling gasses.

[Conway]

Speaking softly, Sinjin retracts the endoscope as he addresses the team in a grainy whisper.

"Looks like the end of the road. We've got a solo ork male who I'd guess to be El Jefe. Doesn't appear we gave him enough time to setup any surprises for us. There's a large containment chamber about the center of the room containing god knows what. Be ready, and don't let our chum slip away."

With that, he looks to each FRSR member in turn as if to say "Ready when you are."

[John]

Max has a long, storied history of being perhaps too eager to take point. It's not a matter so much of him being reckless as it is him being supremely confident in FRSR's threat management abilities. Coming out on top in a life or death situation, he has found, is more a matter of confidence in one's actions than any other single factor.

Max butts Marlowe, his constant companion and confederate, to his shoulder and reaches carefully forward for the door with his gloved right hand. Sweat beads in his dirty brow and his right index finger rests against the trigger guard. Slowly, he cracks the door open enough to slip through in a low crouch and as quiet as the fluttering of a moth's wings.

[Elliott]

The invisible troll slips into the room behind Max, the mist swirling subtly around his form as he moves into it and around the side of the room. Given Tyros' healthy respect for how much faster his companions bullets are than he, the troll leaves good firing lanes towards the ork as he manuevers for charging space of his own.

((Also, DayZ is ridiculously hard. I've played several hours now and I have yet to find a gun...got an axe a couple times though. Haven't even see another player yet so I must not be in the pvp areas yet. We should all get on a server together!))

[GM Nick]

The leader of La Purga reaches the containment chamber and wraps his fingers around the unlocking lever.

[Elliott]

Tyros is not sure what is in the containment chamber, but he is fairly certain that if the La Purga boss wants it open, FSRS does not. One invisible hand reaches out towards the Ork, fingers clenching as if squeezing, tendons standing out as if straining against great resistance (centering) (levitate, F6, grabbing the Ork and freezing his limbs while lifting him off the ground and away from the containment chamber. I think it is just an opposed spellcasting test versus the Ork's strength).

"That will be quite enough, chummer", Tyros' voice drifts through the mist with a deep finality.

[GM Nick]

Levitate (6) (Tyros)

[Spellcasting (6) + MAG (6 ) + Power Focus (2) = 0]
3 2 4 2 3 3 4 3 1 4 3 3 1 3
[STR (6) = 2]
6 2 2 4 5 1

Jeffe slips through Tyros' astral control and circles around the containment chamber, to complete cover.

"You should leave this place while you can," he calls. His voice echoes strangely amongst the cooling pillars. "There are forces at work here you cannot possibly comprehend."

[Stephen]

Val's eyes sweep over his each of his comrades getting into position as he skulks toward cover behind an unused containment cylinder. A slight grin turns up at the corner of his mouth.

"Right back at you, 'mano," he responds with quiet malice.

[John]

The humidity of the chamber is oppressive and the heat is suffocating. Sweat races down Max's cheeks and neck, slicking off his armor on its fall to earth. The elf holds Jeffe's last known location in his sights and senses the room around him; something doesn't feel quite right. This ork does not feel like the invisible predator that stalked them earlier. Standing fully erect, Max postures and his voice booms out,

"This is your only warning! Walk away or die, drekbag!"

Marlowe glistens in the damp lowlight, ready to add another geek to its combat history.

[GM Nick]

"BioDrive--either wittingly or unwittingly, is creating a weapon of unimaginable power. This is the Manhattan Project all over again, this time, in the hands of a Corporation. This thing is going to the highest bidder. Is that really something you want to happen?"

[John]

Max hesitates, and follows up,

"What are you talking about?"

[GM Nick]

"Formula 42. It's a toxin that binds to nerves in the meta-human body. An astrally active toxin. The results are horrific: genetic super soldiers, mindless zombies, unstable mutations, human atom bombs. There's really no limit to the war crimes that could be perpetuated with such a weapon."

[John]

Max's weapon drops a little, but remains very skeptical,

"And so you, what? Are going to tell us that you'll destroy the compound? Why do I have a feeling that you're going to keep it for yourself?"

[GM Nick]

"You must not be familiar with La Purga, amigo. Exploiting nature to wage war pretty much runs against every belief we hold. That's what this thing is. War. Now despite the fact that you're probably mercenaries, you must have ethics buried somewhere underneath all that compartmentalized trauma. If you recover this sample, it will lead to countless deaths. Civilian deaths, inevitably. Innocent people will die."

[John]

Max looks uncertainly at the rest of his teammates, before asking,

"Say you're telling the truth-- what is it that you propose?"

(( Can I get a roll to judge whether or not the homes is telling the truth after he responds? ))

[GM Nick]

"Destroy the sample. I know BioDrive will do anything to get this sample back--no doubt that's why you're here. I can manufacture you a replica that will pass initial scrutiny, should be enough for you to get paid."

The orc chuckles dryly.

"I don't envy your position. Make enemies with your employer and sully your name, or condemn thousands, if not tens of thousands of innocent people to die."

Con Test (Max)

[Con (4) + CHA (7) + First Impression (2) + No Visual (-2) = 3]
1 3 6 1 6 3 4 3 5 1 1
[Con (3) + CHA (6) = 2]
2 3 6 2 4 2 3 5 1

By considering the orc's language and inflections, Max determines that El Jeffe believes what he is telling the team.

[John]

The elf lowers his weapon fully and steps forward from the edge of the room, glancing at his teammates as he does. Particularly, Max gives Doc a thoughtful look and faint nod. His tone now shrunk to one bereft of aggression, he elf says,

"I've lowered my weapon. Step out from your cover-- you have my word that I'll not shoot."

[Drew Buddy]

Adams lowers the barrel of his rifle, but keeps it at a ready-low.

"So who dosed that freak we dealt with back there?" He asks the hidden Orc.

[GM Nick]

Jeffe emerges from behind the containment chamber, arms raised and palms facing the team.

"Caldwell was our inside man. We thought he was sympathetic to the cause, but it turns out he was just insane. Intended to keep the sample for himself. He started injecting people with strains left and right. In some fragged up way, I think he thought he was doing them a favor."

[John]

"Where is Caldwell now?"

[GM Nick]

Jeffe tilts his head at the containment chamber.