>>6112433>>6112648(Boosted)16, 82, 56, 50, 30, 96
vs
18, 29, 91, 89, 58 - 79 (hacking)
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The Police engaged the strangers with the same gusto and casual brutality that would engage with a box of donuts, or a prostitute seeking to be let off easy. The Omecha wildly flails around, needing a pilot for optimal control. The errant discharges of energized plasma and audio kinetic booms create an environmental hazard in the extreme, forcing the two forces to dance around the lethal machine. One of the beat cops attempts to taze Omecha only for the barbed prong to skip off it's metal hull. Dummy. Little did the cops notice when their Heli drones began freezing up.
The enforcers weren't overly stupid though, and focused their efforts on the things that were attacking which could hurt them. Omega was mostly ignored as she stood in place seemingly having a seizure. "Damn tweakers! You think you are the first cyber bondage cult we've arrested?!"
>82, 56, 50, 30, 96 (264) vs 29, 91, 89, 58 (267). no targets declared, its random.The autocannon slave unleashed, adding to the chaos of the battle, and mostly causing the enforcers to evade the lethal lead laser that was being spewed. The ensuing melee was crude, and violent. The enforcers did manage to taser the Akimbo Slave and knife slave, but not before the duo carved a robot into chunks and gutted one of the beat cops. With a degree of shock, the remaining officers drew their pistols "Switching to lethal!"
in the thick of the following was happening:
The remaining robot ceased it's assault and focused its attention on it's fallen companion, rapidly stripping it for parts and upgrading itself mid fight.
the enforcer drones were no longer buffing and were locked down for as long as the hacking continued. It could be disrupted, but it will burn a combat action.
Omecha would benefit from a pilot (+15 to rolls when piloted. Just remind the GM.)
Knife Slave is down for the rest of the fight, but not dead. You can spend a turn of one character slapping it awake.
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>>6112902https://youtu.be/tozY8azQj9IConcord Dawn-Broken Eyes (Aska Remix)
BD was sitting in his chair, enjoying a comfy coma when some goofball got within proximity of his automated self defense kill response. The familiar thump of a corpse hitting the ground woke him, and there at his feet was U1. "Fuck." Moving quick BD dragged the slain trooper out of the roadhouse and stripped him of his gear. The new equipment was satisfactory, he could work with it, but the dead body, no that was not so satisfactory. Carrying the corpse several kilometers he made contact with the meatmen who were still slowly making their way to the new location. The Processor took the corpse and did as it's name implied, erasing any history of U1, along with the mangled remains of BD's previous equipment. He almost forgot as he turned, but a meatman grabbed his shoulder and pointed. The processor had made him a little gift. AKSG thermoptic camo jacket. nice.
