Rolled 11, 9, 4 = 24 (3d20)
>>6083985Sorry :(
>>6083898>>6083885The skies grow more and more silent as the VTOLs ascend, eager to be intercepted by an AKSG SkyTaxi.
Fading AP rounds burst in a cadence of soft, calming kisses, and macro pucks explode like little artillery rounds for ants, until only the hum of rocket engines can be heard, mixed with the odd groan of pain by the limb-lacking, newly-designated "3L" Halberd D-Pilot.
Ravishing Jack looks at the marred flesh of the pilot, them at his own extended missing cybernetic limb: the auto turret. It hangs limply from a single dangling strand of wire that sparks frenetically. Not much else to do on the ride home...
>Jack attempts to repair his auto turret, assisted by loose tools and components aboard the VTOL. (Roll 1)Without his planetbound armor adaptations, Beanobo would be the middle of a cyberpaste sandwich right now. His Bio-Impact Dill Dough was ripped off, and was caught and mounted to the front of the the subway car, now known as the Floppy Unicorn Express.
Humiliated and enraged, Bobobo-bo Beanbeanbean-bo seeks revenge. He finds a power station and manually turns off each breaker one by one, except for the ones that supply power to the station that allows these subway cars to run on an automatic schedule without the need for local D-Operators or D-Conductors.
Then, a storm of seekers, IFV Gatling fire, AP cannon fire and crude yo momma jokes puts a gaping, smoking crater underground, large enough to swallow any train that passes. (Picrel)
After his revenge on the subway that thrashed him (it's momma was so fat, she heard it was chilly outside and brought a spoon), Bonobean charges down the emptying tunnel, locating the subway exit leading to the hospital. He spots a (slutty) 9XL female nurse's uniform in the dumpster outside the subterranean subway entrance to the hospital. This ought to work. The Beanstalk dons the disguise and sneaks into the basement morgue. Only the mortician is down there, working intently on a fresh D-Trooper corpse and listening to "Born in the Venutian K.B. Colony" by Bruise Autumnstein blaring on his headphones. Someone get that man a head tingler.
Beanob- I mean, Nurse Beany, heads up the stairs to the hospital, on a search and destroy mission for medical staff and equipment crucial to the colony's invasion response.
With their critical infrastructure topsy-turvy, the locals may begin evacuating the city, and give up more of their strongholds to us during the scramble.
(Roll 2 is cratering the subway tracks, roll 3 is infiltration of the Macy Sperk Community Hospital)
