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Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 9:06 pm
by 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 |
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 12:27 am
by TheVaultTech
Francine-B winks at the RED citizen before donning her suit and reporting for duty in uniform
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:41 am
by Mr. Handy
"Let's move out, team!" shouts
Brannon-B.
"I need a volunteer to drive the vehicle!"
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 4:17 am
by TheVaultTech
Francine-B uses her newfound skill at hiding herself to remain from being spotted by Brannon-B
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Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:36 pm
by 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.
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 4:01 pm
by 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. |
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 5:49 pm
by Dave Syrinx
"This is just as the fire fighting sims!" Rob shouts. "Push the red button to eject!"
OOC: fire fighting 10
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Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:26 pm
by 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 |
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:45 pm
by Dave Syrinx
"That was fun..." Rob turns to Francine, "Fancy a drive?"
OOC: Eh, on second thought, Francine is allowed to drive now. |
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 8:27 pm
by TheVaultTech
Francine-B turns to a fellow, "Can you give me coordinates to our destination?"
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 4:42 am
by Mr. Handy
"Yes, I think it's best that you leave the driving to someone else," Brannon-B says to
Rob-B.
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 9:58 am
by kabukiman
-Finally some action! How many enemies will we figth boss?
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 3:23 am
by 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!"
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 3:46 pm
by kabukiman
-very well boss!
Ola-B starts looking everywhere with her glass to see if she sees a traitor to shoot...
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 6:37 pm
by 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 |
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 3:38 am
by TheVaultTech
"I'm not going anywhere until I know where I'm going!"
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 6:37 am
by 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."
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 11:02 am
by 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.
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Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 1:18 pm
by 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 |
Re: 2: All Your Heavy Weapons Are Belong To Us
Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 4:24 am
by 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.