Rolled 40, 38, 60, 65, 45 = 248 (5d100)
>>5665007>7: FoodAttempts to scavenge long range provisions failed. The Indebted quickly ran out of food, and its massive bulk starved for calories. Still the AKSG development team urged the construct onward, simply ramping up metabolic sustainment gasses from it's back tank.
>59: JourneyWeather condition were sub optimal, and when the unit finally arrived at the GPS destination, it was somewhat withered but not yet emaciated. A few mutated life forms had attempted to prey on it and were in turn preyed upon themselves. In-situ food had been obtained and this new location was discovered; a sort of beacon station, crudely made but structurally sound.
>12: Combat Discovery and first movesYou were trailed by a flatland gang. Its hard to tell if they were simply a patrol from the next settlement over, or otherwise. Clearly hostile, and clearly outnumbered.
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>>5665077>95: Combat Discovery: good news and first movesThe AKSG types act fast, no sooner had you submitted the contract and adjusted your codpiece than the hostilities commenced. Thankfully, you had the advantage of cover, and some sort of large flesh construct outside your beacon. A customer maybe? Not for too much longer if you didn't start shooting. Maybe you could get arsonbot in on this, or the thingamajig?
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>>5665085>85: Jen'ZenThe good people of Jen'Zen happily barter work for gear, and with Fizz's snazzy new legs she was able to move a lot of goods very quickly. The terms of payment were simply that she get some sort of actual weapon. "like this tazer, but better." it had to be left behind while she worked, mostly so the stall workers could fiddle with it and find something comparable. Roughly 8 hours later Fizz had moved roughly 300 kilos of customer goods, abused her AKSG diamond privileges fully, and signed up for a combat contract. Upon her return, she was gifted the same exact device but with a bunch of crap attached in haphazard ways and put onto the end of a short stick. "Stun prod. Many uses. better." the device was pushed into questioning hands and rolling steel shutters came down to close the shops for the night, leaving Fizz mostly alone for a moment, the silence was broken as her personal comms and nav directed her towards the combat contract.
>77: I am a lazy GM. Combat roll.Navigating to the contract seemed familiar, like she had been this way before but maybe got lost along the way. Strange things were in the ground here. Like pictures from earth, trees. Cool. The density of the trees increased, and soon her device chimed, letting her know she had arrived. Just ahead was a weird Toiler Recon like the one that had attacked her before, but this one was clearly not the same one because it had a helmet, and it was squaring off against a much bigger group.
