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Post by southpaw on May 12, 2015 14:05:53 GMT
Nah, the numbers don't mean much Although if you decide to go sneaky at some point in this whole thing, don't forget Stan has his little Ed-E bot he can use. I completely forgot he had one and haven't been rolling for him in the encounters.
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Post by Bozza on May 13, 2015 11:06:18 GMT
OoC: Can the Ed-E bot "see"?
If it does we could send that out at night to do some recon. Half the guards are stoned.
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Post by southpaw on May 13, 2015 19:33:17 GMT
It can navigate, and using sensors it can identify things in the same way dolphins can for targeting purposes. Not sure if you want to call that "seeing" as such. It also can't talk to you in any coherent way to relay findings.
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Post by zerojoke on May 15, 2015 21:58:47 GMT
"Erm… Hello!" Stan stands up and waves. "Listen we're sent out here by the boss, we're here to arrange the jet shipment from New Reno."
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Post by southpaw on May 17, 2015 15:54:46 GMT
Most of the people you can see ignore you. One of the guys on a balcony glances in your direction before going back to staring into space. One of the men at the table turns and looks at you quizzically before turning his back on you.
"Its 80 caps a hit. 150 if you want a room"
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Post by thefishofdoom on May 20, 2015 3:12:36 GMT
OoC: i suggest we plan . that or fuck off and leave the guy's daughter there to rot and accumulate bad karma
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Post by zerojoke on May 20, 2015 5:42:25 GMT
Fuck that! Stan is jonesing! He shoots the nearest addict in the face and takes a hit of jet!
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Post by thefishofdoom on May 20, 2015 16:17:25 GMT
"Jesus fuck, you crazy bastard!"
boniface runs away and looks for decent cover.
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Post by southpaw on Jun 2, 2015 14:51:15 GMT
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Post by southpaw on Jun 2, 2015 15:00:36 GMT
Hilariously bad drawing to give you an idea.
Stan's shot drives into the fiend who turned away from you and his head drops onto the table with a thud. Of his companions at the table, the one who seemed off his tits jolts and falls backward off his chair but other than being startled by the shot doesn't seem in a hurry to do anything. The other, more sober, fellow jumps out of his chair and makes a break to hide behind the stairs in the middle. The man at the far road block ducks behind his car.
Bonniface turns and ducks himself behind the other car (closest bit of cover) and in the moment of surprise has no problem shooting the nearby guard. The guard on the balcony takes a hurried shot at Stan standing in the open but his shaking addict hands don't make handling a rifle easy and the bullet ricochets harmlessly off the road.
You can hear surprised shouting and screaming from inside a few of the rooms but as of yet no one else has appeared in a rush to find out why they can suddenly hear gunshots outside their rooms.
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Post by thefishofdoom on Jun 3, 2015 2:42:36 GMT
so i'm basically behind the thing on the left, right?
i shoot one of the guys with my pew pew laz0r.
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Post by southpaw on Jun 4, 2015 16:16:40 GMT
Well, you're the green blobs on the right but whatever. You can be on the left if you like You shoot the man making a dash for the stairs and your laser burns a hole through his torso. He slumps to the ground with hand clamped over his now overflowing intestines.
Stan is busy injecting himself and doesn't make an attack
The gentleman on the balcony shoots at you and misses, the fellow behind the opposite car also shoots and misses. The guy who fell out of his chair seems to have got his senses back and kicks the table over to hide behind its flimsy wooden "protection."Because I drew it poorly, the criss crossy bits on the drawing are meant to be stairs.
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Post by thefishofdoom on Jun 5, 2015 14:12:59 GMT
Boniface shoots the guy on the balcony and readies his ripper in case anyone tries to flank him during the shootout.
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Post by southpaw on Jun 6, 2015 17:54:47 GMT
You manage to wing the junkie on the balcony when he pokes his head up. You see him bring a hand to the stump where his ear used to be and fall back with a yell. Loud as the gunshots and the shout are, the sound of a small chainsaw motor revving up are still heard clearly over the din.
The man behind the table calls out to you:
"Hey, hey, hey, stop shooting a second!"
You see him hold out his SMG. Not enough to get a clear shot at him, but enough that it'd take him a second to bring it to bear on you.
"Money and gear is on the top floor, room 11. Don't know who the fuck you guys are but I'm not dying over a couple hundred caps. They're yours. We good?"
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