2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us

[Priest]

Even through the opaque visor of his PlastiSteel high velocity anti-ballistic helmet (regulation of course) you can tell that CARMICHAEL-R is quite impressed as his gaze never leaves the semi naked form of FRANCINE-B despite her attempts to cover her embarrassment with the helpful shower device.

Luckily, or not, the moment is rudely interupted by the AlertBot who, with sirens blaring and lights flashing, subtely attracts the teams attention.
++++ ATTENTION! ++++ ALERT +++++ IMMEDIATE ELEVATED SECURITY ALERT ++++ COMMIE/MUTANT/TRAITOR ACTIVITY CONFIRMED +++++ YOD SECTOR MULTILEVEL TRANSPORT NEXUS AND SHOPPING FUNSPERIENCE +++++ DCOD PRESENCE REQUIRED IMMEDIATELY ++++

OOC:   You have your first mission. Now all you have to decide is who is going to drive the MOV

[TheVaultTech]

Francine-B winks at the RED citizen before donning her suit and reporting for duty in uniform

[Mr. Handy]

"Let's move out, team!" shouts Brannon-B. "I need a volunteer to drive the vehicle!"

[TheVaultTech]

Francine-B uses her newfound skill at hiding herself to remain from being spotted by Brannon-B
[dice]0[/dice]

[Dave Syrinx]

"I shall drive! Obviously!!!" Rob-B-RAE-1 steps past anyone who might be interested, elbowing if must. "I'm in charge if this vehicle as equipment officer! Fasten your seatbelts!!!" Before taking off in a forward motion, Rob will test the reverse speed as well as emergency brakes.

[Priest]

Pushing past BRANNON-B, ignoring the hiding FRANCINE-B and thrusting, with elbows locked, OLA-B to one side, ROB-B stides towards the controls of the huge, armoured vehicle, despite the large amount of equipment he has gathered and has hung all over himself, and having no driving skill at all. But hey, ROB-B is not the kind of guy to let a small thing like that stop him.
He flexes his fingers and proceeds to push various buttons, based on colour attraction, slide the large silver shift to a more pleasing forard position, then mash the 'go faster' pedal floorward and with a whoosh of disturbing thrust the vehicle launches it self in a direct line for the equipment store.
"Whoa, Sir!" screams Carmichael-R, still attempting to buckle his seat restraint while avoiding the emptying of nearby citizens stomachs and bladders, "Reverse. Reverse!. Reverse Sir!!!"

OOC:   ROB, since you have decided to drive, and as you have no vehicle control skill, please choose a suitable skill from your sheet, or think of one and give a reason why you might have it, to use as a replacement. Please make your reasons for choosing that skill as plausible as possible and then roll 1d20.

[Dave Syrinx]

"This is just as the fire fighting sims!" Rob shouts. "Push the red button to eject!"

OOC:   fire fighting 10 [dice]0[/dice]

[Priest]

Nonchalantly, seeming unfazed by the MOV's proximity to the metal doors of the store room, ROB-B, waving his finger in a circular motion three times, presses a red coloured button on the dashboard, instantly the heavy armoured vehicles warning sirens begin to howl and a metallic voice warns loudly outside,

++++ WARNING! ++++ ATTENTION! ++++ PROXIMITY ALERT! ++++
WARNING!! +++++

"Yippee!" screams an unknown voice from within the vehicle, a voice half crazed with fear and laughter.

Luckily CARMICHAEL-R swiftly leans forward and pulls the siver shift thingee backward, and with a screech of protesting motors the heavy vehicle flings itself rearward, ROB-B's foot still holding the go faster pedal to the floor.

For a few moment pandemonium breaks out inside the MOV as its passenger are subjected to levels of G-Force that threaten to tear heads off and send them hurtling about the interior of the vehicle like shrapnel.

However, with a jerk that almost sends the unlucky CARMICHAEL-R to land face down in FRANCINE-B's lap, the vehicle comes to a complete halt accompanied by the rending of metal and screams of pain and terror from outside.

OOC:   That sounded bad, however ROB you still control? the vehicle

[Dave Syrinx]

"That was fun..." Rob turns to Francine, "Fancy a drive?"

OOC:   Eh, on second thought, Francine is allowed to drive now.

[TheVaultTech]

Francine-B turns to a fellow, "Can you give me coordinates to our destination?"

[Mr. Handy]

"Yes, I think it's best that you leave the driving to someone else," Brannon-B says to Rob-B.

[kabukiman]

-Finally some action! How many enemies will we figth boss?

[Mr. Handy]

"The AlertBot didn't tell us how many enemies there are," says Brannon-B. "It's a good thing we've got lots of ammo, in case there's a bunch of them. We'll just have to stay alert!"

[kabukiman]

-very well boss!
Ola-B starts looking everywhere with her glass to see if she sees a traitor to shoot...

[Priest]

The heavy vehicle has come to a halt. ROB-B hastily vacates the drivers seat and almost wrestles FRANCINE-B in as a replacement.

Immediately assuming a superior manner she demands the cordinates of their target destination, to be confronted by a host of blank stares and visors. It seems there are no coordinates.

Elsewhere in the cramped interior BRANNON-B seems to be fending off some difficult questions from OLA-B, who from somewhere has produced some form of magnyfying glass and is busy looking for clues.

From outside the vehicle a chorus of sobs and whines would seem to indicate the presence of injured citizens, but no-one inside the MOV seems to notice (or they are doing their best to ignore them)

Showing a level of panace that no-one knew she had FRANCINE-B, newly designated as driver, wrenches the steering wheel to the left and slams a foot on the 'go faster' pedal.

OOC:   FRANCINE as you have taken over the driving responsability and have no skill to cover it, please follow ROB's glorious example and come up with a suitable skill from your list to cover this. When you have please roll a d20

[TheVaultTech]

"I'm not going anywhere until I know where I'm going!"

[Mr. Handy]

"We're going to the YOD Sector Multilevel Transport Nexus and Shopping Funsperience!" says Brannon-B. "My guess is that would be in YOD Sector."

[TheVaultTech]

"Right! I'll scout ahead! Come along,CARMICHAEL-R!"
Francine-B puts grabs the least likely to betray her citizen, Carmichael, and teleports to the designated area. Hopefully.
With Carmichael.
Hopefully.
[dice]0[/dice]

[Priest]

Suddenly in a flash of light, both FRANCINE-B and CARMICHAEL-R are gone - vanished without trace. All that remains to show their presence is a pair of leopard print ladies smalls and a diminishing scream of terror.

It is a scream that is joined immediately by other screams within the MOV. With the sudden disapearance of FRANCINE-B the drivers seat is empty, unfortunately the heavy vehicle thunders on, its speed barely lessened. One of the seated troopers, mouth open in a silent scream, points, with a shaking finger at a large Citizen Transport Vehicle (bus) that has had the temerity to join the expressway expecting to blend in with other traffic. As the distance between your vehicle and the unsuspecting Citizen Transport Vehicle closes, several curious faces can be seen looking through the SynthiPlex Armoured Glass side windows at the onrushing armoured behemoth.

From its securing harness in the rear of the MOV the AlertBot begins a loud alarm screaming, lights begin to flash and whirr,

++++ALERT! ++++ ALERT!! ++++ DANGER OF COLLISION IMMINENT ++++ PRESS BUTTON MARKED COLLISION AVOIDANCE ON CONTROL PANEL ++++

For a non human bot, it does a fair impression of panic...

OOC:   Please roll D20 + any skill you think may be appropriate to get to the panel before the inevitable collision

[Mr. Handy]

Always ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, Brannon-B quickly lunges for the button, glad that the gloves he wears will protect him from the germs of whoever touched it last.