Gameplay: Skorgulian

So... who's next?

Brooks is up for the heretics, or one of you guys can post what you're doing.

Miles, last time I checked a Mechanicus asked us about our intended proposal. You wanna pick up where we left off? I don't have a clue what you have in mind other than making yourself look like a Charizard.

Below...

The man Brad is grappling with attempts to break free of the grapple...and fails.

Three other men lie motionless on the upper catwalk, and the tech-priest is equally unmoving below.

The servitors continue trundling towards exits as alarms blare.


Above...

One of the Mechanicus gestures with a long, thin mechanendrite. "We understand you have a proposal. Query as to intent."

And TP's up.

I'm going to scowl at the fallen mechanicus, and take a full action walk to where he is lying on the ground, and while I take my walk, I'm going to take a half-action to reload my pistol.

"You have some explaining to do, bitch," I growl as I walk towards him.

putting the man in a tight headlock, I hiss in his ear "start talking, or that left ear is going to my cat." (btdubz, Jesus has a cat. his name is fumbles.)

=_= "It was never fumbles, you have no cat. i ate it before it was born" (o.k. by the way. 1 it's late, 2 i'm tired, 3 this is gonna come out wrong at some point please have mercy".

In game "I am planning an expedition into the Threnos zone. I wish too fully explore, and possibly even map the area. I know the rumors of it's ceaseless liturgy. i believe more is there than just an "over-glorified recorder on repeat". It's been rumored to be deserted and lifeless, yet the canter carries on, some say for melinnia. Think for a moment what machine of that magnitude could operate that lone alone and untended. My proposal, is join too me, send a team to help me, i promise you credit and stake in any discovery. I would be grateful for any assistance you are willing to render. A personal query i was also looking for a replacement for a digital weapon that i was unfortunate enough to be deprived of."

I walk over to were brad is wrestling with the other lacky and put my knife to his throat and say "I think you should listen to the nice man who doesn't have a knife to your throat."

Initiative order, anyone? Combat is still going on, if you hadn't noticed! Kyle you gotta wait for Brad's turn to complete, he's still wrestling the last guy.

TP walks over to the Tech-Priest while reloading. Brad is up next. Brad, it's an opposed strength test for grappling, or you can release him from the grapple and take a turn normally.

Above...

Antoher Magos leans forward, his voice a high-pitched mechanical whine "And what do you hope to discover in the Zone? Have you uncovered some ancient text or lost database that describes its secrets?"

Continuing the Grapple, I roll a strength test. Strength of 45, my roll: 24. 2 degrees of success.

He manages to keep your arm from closing around his throat, although you still are controlling the fight.

Kyle, now you may go.

I will charge the guy brad is holding and Punch him in the face
WS 48 +20 for grappled target +10 for charge -20 called shot head
Need-58
Roll- 53 Hit
Damage 1d5-3 +3 SB +2 Street fighting
Roll-10
Roll to confirm ritious fury-18 Success Damage roll-8
Total Damage- 15 to the head primitive Pen-0

You strike him on the side of the head, cutting a gash on your own hand as your knuckles strike something hard and ridged under his hood. (Flavor text only, you don't take actual damage.)

He struggles against Brad's hold, but cannot free himself.

TP's up.

I'm going to forcibly roll the fallen mechanicus over with my foot, plant my foot on his chest and point my pistol at his head.

"Let's play a little game. It's called 'You answer my questions, and I won't blow your fucking brains out'. It's a lot of fun; really," I say, a hateful glint in my eyes and a scowl decorating my face.

His lightly augmented face slips free of his red robe as you roll him over, and his head lolls to the side, motionless.

Brad, you're up. Opposed Strength Test if you want to continue the grapple.

"START ANSWERING THE DAMN QUESTIONS!!!" I yell, squeezing tighter. 45 strength, roll of a 005. 4 degrees of success.

"WHO SENT YOU?! WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?!"

You deal 1d5-3+SB damage to him for a successful grapple, roll the damage now.

Kyle is up.

rolling damage: d10 roll of a 7 (drops to 4). 4 - 3= 1 + SB4= 5 damage.

Im going to all out attack the guy brad is holding with my fist.
WS-48+20 (all out attack)+20 (Grappled Target)
Need-88
Roll- 65 hit to the body
damage- 1d5-3+2+3
roll-7
Total Damage-6 damage to the body

Your fist thumps off of a ridged armor plate beneath his cloak.

He struggles against Brad's grip unsuccessfully.

TP's turn.

I'm going to kneel next to the tech priest and begin searching through his robes for any type data-port.

Search test: Per 40 + 10 (Search +10). Total: 50. Roll of: 41. Success.

"Give your secrets to me, tech priest," I mutter quietly. "Your thoughts are mine."

I find a place to plug in and take my electro-graft hand, linking it into the data-port.

You rummage through his robes, finding a set of data links across the back of his shoulders. Reaching back with your cybernetic hand, you gingerly connect your grafts to his...

Brad's up. Strength test as usual for grappling.

Strength test: 45 Strength, d100 roll of a 22. 2 degrees of success.

"Kyle, if he continues to be silent, cut off his left ear. He clearly doesn't need it if he's not gonna listen anyways. I would do it myself but that would be very messy."