Survival Horror - Gameplay

[Mister Andersen]

Well, there are prreumably still all the cameras inside the back of the truck. And probably the sentry pods themselves are transmitting feeds.

[foproy]

anything stand out in the back of the plane besides that?

[Mister Andersen]

Nope. After all, they probably didn't intend for you to be loose at this point.

[Crafty_Pat]

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Are there any doors toward the front end of the cargo bay?

[NezMaster]

"Fine."
Dirk grumbles and without word, next hurtles himself through the barage of paintballs, to see what's on the other side. He tires to roll past them quickly, hoping to avoid the shots, just in case.

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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1734913/
6. Bleh. But I'll keep it.

Still no electric at home. Day 3...148,000 people in my city still have no power. keep on going.

[Mister Andersen]

Are there any doors toward the front end of the cargo bay?

Just the standard entryway up to the cockpit.

Dirk suddenly charges forward in a banzai run, arms raised over his face. Sadly, its impressiveness is lost somewhat by no one else being able to see him do it. He breaks out past the truck's cub and the sentry pods open up on him -- phfut-fut-fut-fut! -- those little spheres audibly striking him even above the noise of the engines, pink and magenta droplets exploding all over the place. Still yelling, he lunges forward and slide to a halt against the front wall of the cargo hold, battered but safely out of the sentries' field of fire...

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Hookay. Dirk's flatfooted (no attack), so has a Def of 16. The sentry pod is braced and has a sight, and gets off 2 3-volley autofire actions (2 weapon basics + alpha strike). And breaking out in front of the truck allows the 2nd pod to pull the same trick:
1d20+13+1+1-2-3=27, 1d20+13+1+1-2-3=16
1d20+10=22, 1d20+10=21

That's 8 hits all up for 13 pts of subdual (1d3=1, 1d3=2, 1d3=3, 1d3=1, 1d3=2, 1d3=1, 1d3=2, 1d3=1)... and 46 points of acid damage (2d6=4, 2d6=5, 2d6=9, 2d6=5, 2d6=3, 2d6=8, 2d6=4, 2d6=8)!

He makes the requisite Fort & Reflex saves -- 1d20+6=22, 1d20+8=14 -- and manages to avoid the Charisma damage but ain't getting the jump suit off anytime soon so takes the full damage, so adds 23 pts of stress damage to the mix.

All this takes him over both his thresholds, but luck is with him -- 1d20+2=19, 1d20+8=28 -- and he makes the DC on those checks with ease.

"Yes!" he calls out. "I did it! I..." He trails off as he becomes aware of a miasma of smoke and steam starting to rise up in front of his eyes. Confused, he looks down and sees that bright innocuous paint sizzling through the lurid orange of his prison uniform. Before he can do more that realise what's happening, the acid starts to sear and dissolve his skin...

[foproy]

"... or maybe they are not laughing so much." chris looks around trying to figure out away out of this situation. he then starts eying the door and studying the layout of the planetrying to figure out a way to keep the door betweewn himself and both robots if he leaves from behind the truck.having considered that possibllity, he goes back into the truck and starts studying the areas the keys fell out of and starts looking for a lockiing mechanism.

[Valentina]

"...I am completly without comment," Veronica says plainly in a voice small with wonder.
After a moment of silence.
"Acid...well, that I understand. No fratricide that way."
She perches on the tail of the transport.
"This is the kind of situation I could handle better with a few fine lines; Sam, it is your move."

[Antilles]

Staring, first in surprise at the sudden charge across the room, and then on the dissolving fabric and rapidly spreading burns, the only word going through Andrew's mind was 'oh, balls.' Then, remembering that the treatment for nearly all chemical burns is some form of water rinsing, he starts looking for water, or any fluid for that matter.

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1d20+13 → [17,13] = (30)

Basically I'm looking around the truck, the back half of the plane, and if I can, inside the cab of the truck, all the while doing my best to avoid those things' firing arc.

[Gatac]

"...so, shields it is," I say. "Lemme rig somethin' real quick..."

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How do we handle this? Building a "proper" riot shield would take us hours, going by the Medium Project Investment...I just want something quick & dirty that'll last a round or two.

[Mister Andersen]

The back of the plane is utterly devoid of anything that might be able to help Dirk. At a rough guess, the only readily available source of water is going to be in the truck's radiator.

The door is useable as a shield, but there are problems -- first off it's too wide to to clear the side of the truck without holding it at an angle. Second is that it doesn't have a lot by which it can be easily held., though you might be able to work up something with the legs chains. Lastly is the weight, which means that once again the job as catalyst of your escape comes down to the amazon.

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Because I forgot to do it last post, critical injury save: 1d20+6=16, 1d20+46=60. Uh oh. That's massive system trauma, leaving poor Dirk permanently sickened.

Anyway, as he erstwhile allies stand around, Dirk takes another 23 points of acid damage and 11 points of stress . Flunking his stress save -- 1d20+2=5 -- he becomes shaken II.

[Antilles]

Quickly discovering the lack of available water, Andrew turns to Mr. Fransisco with a look of urgency on his face.

"You need a hand? The faster we get those things out of comission and over to our hasty friend on the other side, the better. Acid can do a lot of damage over a short amount of time if not treated. I just hope there's water in the radiator..."

With that he climbs back into the truck and emerges with various chains and shackles.

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So, a Science/Fabrication check to juryrig handles on the door? If so, I'll do an assist on a cooperative skill check, presumably with Sam as the leader. Gatac, don't forget you enjoy the benefits of the Scholar feat .

[Valentina]

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And don't forget the waist belts. They're probably leather or a high-tensile rubber -just the right stuff to make handles.

[NezMaster]

Dirk rips off his suit as quickly as he can, feeling oddly alive despite his pain. Near naked he continues to the cockpit as he had planned getting away from the smoke and tattered clothes.



(does any of this count as wounds for Stuntman purposes)

[Mister Andersen]

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5 more points of stress damage leaves Dirk 3 short of stresshold #3.

11 more points of acid damage, for a rolling total of 80. That's all his vitality and 8 wounds gone, leaving Dirk fatigued, but as a stuntman he at least picks up a bonus AD for that. And for being the sort of guy to run head first into a hail of acid paintball pellets, he can grab one off the GC as well, because while ultimately stupid, it was kinda cool.

Dirk clambers to his feet, desperately clawing off his jumpsuit, kicking off his shoes, and ultimately sacrificing even his dignity in a depserate adrenaline fueled attempt to free himself from the corrosive touch of the liquid. But it's too late for him to escape completely unscated, for already it's evident that its churned its way through his skin into the deep red meat of his body, leaving craters that ooze fizzling runnels of blood, in places almost to the bone.

The others are still deep in the middle of trying to improvise a shield -- figuring out they can wrap the chains around the retractable lugs that let the door fall out in the first place -- as he half-clambers, half-crawls up the stairs to the cabin.