[adamu]

As he clambered over the rocky terrain alongside the drone, Al looked up at Thorn, pointing over at the worm as the masked man put his junk away. "That critter there's gon' do somethin' good an' unpleasant afore we can git this cell half as far away as I'd like. But look where it is - those rocks won't take much more weight - they go, and Senor Worm there heads back down ta whatever hell he crawled out of."

Al stopped, unslung his rifle, quickly rechambered explosive rounds, and started shooting at what looked like the weakest spots on the crumbling rock ledge. It probably wouldn't be enough, but hopefully the others would follow his lead.

[Jack_Spade]

"AL, AL. STOP SHOOTING. If that thing really explodes, the last thing we want is it to be in an enclosed space, that might even be filled with mine gas. Have you ever seen the difference a cherry bomb makes popping on a toilette seat and one you have flushed down?"
Thorn jumped down and came up in a roll: "That could become a real shit show."

[SgtBoomCloud]

Tech Fetch

Backed away, Pinion set his jaw as he nodded to the others, letting them deal with the worm as he focused on the one thing he could be useful for: moving that mule drone.  Pulling up the ARO control settings, he engaged the piloting system, regretting that he never really learned how to drive a car himself at this point.

The mule kicked into gear, attempting to ride through the terrain, but instead seemed to be finding some difficulty.  "Oh come on....frag, this could be bad..."

[Csjarrat]

{Escort}
Happy with the action, Cog slid the cartridge back into the breech and headed via the ARO points to the frontmost hatch, clambering up ladders and through narrow doorways as best he could. He was no mariner, but his "reduced" bulk gave him an agility in the cramped quarters that his human co-sailors lacked.
He widened off the choke settings to medium spread, synced the smartgun to his link and tucked into a doorway overlooking the entry point.
Ini: Initiative (11+1d6=12)
Perception test (audio) int 4, percept 5, audio enhance 2, spat recogn +2 (13d6.hits(5)=7)
Listening for boats/engines/footsteps etc that indicated they're boarding near the hatch he's guarding

[ChromeZephyr]

[Friday December 14th, 2075; The Sound, somewhere off the Seattle shoreline]

A somewhat feral grin spilt Scrapheap's ugly features, and he slid the AK-97 down into his grip.  " 'S why I'm here, neh?  Just tell me where in da sub you want me, 'n I 'll put holes in da people who ain't s'pposed to be here."

[saithor]

Gunther stopped, running, at a distance he considered safe, behind whatever cover he could find. Seeing the mule struggling to make it's way through the terrain he yelled "Wouldit help if I got in the back and pussshed?"

[Aria]

@Tech Fetch

[Friday December 13th, 2075; Hells Kitchen, Puyallup]

As Al's shots embed themselves into the ash to then explode with a puff of smoke you can see that your plan appears to be working as the wyrm's, decreasingly powerful, movement further undermines the unstable ground...you have a moment of panic as the mule begins to slip into the sink hole but finally Pinion manages to pilot it clear and you are able to scramble away from the sludge that the creature's innards are creating.  With a final resounding crash it disappears back underground in a massive cloud of venting steam...well, not what you were expecting for your trip home that was for certain!  Pity you couldn't have retrieved any of the body, somebody somewhere would have paid good nuyen for it!  Still, the footage might be interesting for some...?  Of course if there are more of those things out here...?

Turning your weary steps back to your interrupted journey you once more head towards home... 

@Escort

[Friday December 14th, 2075; The Sound, somewhere off the Seattle shoreline]

Helen half pays attention to you and half to the unheard comm chatter she is clearly receiving via AR...

"Helen wasn't it? You said we got incoming fragger, how many? What can i do?"

"There are two subs, minis by the sonar profile but they could still be large enough for a sizable force.  They haven't answered hails on the long wave or sound fone but comms are difficult underwater at the best of times!  We've sent an astral scout, they should be able to give us more shortly.  In the meantime there are two main hatches, one fore and one aft where they might reasonable expect to board us..."

Point me to where they're likely to come from and open a comm channel. I'll do my best to hold em back

"Here, this is the ARO to link in to the security chatter, I'll let them know you are joining so they don't suspect a breach.  I suggest you all stick together, you know each other and I'd prefer to know where you are, in case...this is a big boat, it will be all too easy to get lost if things go south.  I'll upload a deck plan to your 'links but there have been some mods that won't show up there..."

" 'S why I'm here, neh?  Just tell me where in da sub you want me, 'n I 'll put holes in da people who ain't s'pposed to be here."

   

"I hope you're not thinking of using any penetrator rounds?  Any of you?  Just bear in mind where you are!  Stray shots can damage essential systems all too easily and we do not want to spring a leak down here!"

[Jack_Spade]

When the immediate danger had passed, Thorn spoke up: "So... did I understand that right, this piece of hardware is already filled up with fuel? I'm no expert - but that seems to me like an unnecessary risk - not to mention its making this thing a lot heavier. Don't you all think we should drain the tank?"

[ScytheKnight]

{Escort}
[Friday December 14th, 2075; The Sound, somewhere off the Seattle shoreline]

Ratchet was somewhat taken aback by the medbay, not in revulsion, she was just simply surprised to see so many autodocs in working order on board. That said, they made her acutely aware of her own mechanized healing arm, fascination warring with discomfort as she carefully examines the autodocs, being careful not to disturb them.

The dwarf magician had a split second's warning as she felt the ebb of the mana flows before the silencing spell stopped, leading to a cacophonous racket to fill the sub once again. She gives her fellow tribe members a sympathetic pat with her mechanized arm as they're taken completely by surprised from the loud noise returning to the sub. Before she can return her attention to the autodocs the warning messages start to come through.

When their guide arrives and lays out the situation Ractchet's mixed facial features tighten in a grimace, once again despite wanting to heal she was being thrust into a violent situation. She didn't know what to do, but she could feel Bear int he back of her mind.

They have children on board.

I know, but would they even be under threat?

Does it even matter? If they aren't you can help keep them calm, if they are...

The sentence isn't finished with words, but a hint of red creeps into the edge of her vision, the rage of a den mother who's cubs are threatened.

Her face firm as she makes her decision and turns to their guide. "Helen, I'm no fighter, I'm a healer... I try to avoid violence, both exposure to it, and committing it. If you can tell me where the kids are I can try to help in keeping them calm. And if they're threatened..." She paused the draw the heavy revolver from her coat, checking to make sure it's loaded with gel rounds before snapping the chamber back in place. "Then I'll show them why it's unwise to stick your head in a bear's den."

[pistolgrip]

{Escort}

Bent had just seated himself on some kind of table. There were a few papers on it, but they looked old, and nobody was around. He stroked his chin, the dry skin of his fingers catching on his whiskers.
"Time for a shave maybe."
"Or should I grow it out?"
"Nah, it would probably just get all greasy working on that Ford."
"Then again, the ladies love a good beard."
His thoughts went back to Sophia and he sighed heavily, burying his face in his hands.
"Shaving it."

When the AR lit up with news of possible boarders, Bent bolted upright. He moved for the hatch nearest himself and swapped out his ammunition for gel rounds. Not being an expert on bullets in submarines, he was pretty sure he didn't want a lot of metal bouncing around in the glorified biscuit tube they currently called home. He stood down the hall from the hatch, prepared to duck behind a corner in case grenades came through before people. He held his Savalette at the ready with his Steyr in his off-hand and keyed his suit into camouflage mode.
"They won't get through this way." He said over his transceiver.

[Shamie]

Fox took a deep bread as he mentally ordered the Ares Predators he was holding in his hand to eject the clip it had inside, immediately he put a new put a clip of gel rounds.

A cold drop of sweat fell through the side of his face, his heart was pumping in anticipation for the violence and danger and the waiting was making it worse as he took cover behind a wall looking at the hatchet.

He knew that underwater signals were spotty at best but nevertheless he ordered his deck to run an scan on hidden objects to see if the enemy submarines were near.

(OOC: Doing a Matrix perception in AR. Do i get any bonuses or penalties)

[Aria]

@Tech Fetch
[Friday December 13th, 2075; Hells Kitchen, Puyallup]

It has been a long trek but home is a spitting distance away, in fact you can see the steam emanating from the coolant towers into the cold night air.  The wind and rain has finally dropped off and the air is unusually still and clear with just a hint of the descending moon peeking out from the ever present cloud cover washing the landscape in stark shadows.

Looking forward to some hot food before the morning stampede on the canteen you wend your way towards the castle when something troubling nags at your attention… movement out beyond the perimeter of Orting, furtive movement!
 
@Escort
[Friday December 14th, 2075; The Sound, somewhere off the Seattle shoreline]

The clang of the mini subs limpeting on to the hull reverberates through the boat like the hammers of doom. There is chatter on the comm about hacking attempts…given the number of people Ratchet saw in full VR emersion a short while ago you suspect they won’t get far in penetrating the boat’s network, although that’s not to say that Fox shouldn’t get in on the action of repelling the digital boarders…

Moments later you hear the sounds you’ve secretly been dreading…cutting tools going to work above your heads…

<<All hands, prepare to surface, we’ll have to take our chances with them topside, we can’t risk a hull breach>>

[Jack_Spade]

"Oy, have you seen this? Someone's skulking around there."


Risk taker:
Composure: 7d6t5 3


"Maybe we should call the tribe - anyone know who has watch tonight? Anyway, I think I'll go over there and have a little looksee."

[adamu]

When Thorn took off, handed the two vials Gunther had given him earlier back to the gasmasked man. "Plum fergot I had these. Much obliged fer yer trust, but you'll know better how ta use 'em, now we's reunited an' all."

He rechecked that all the gear he had on the mule was tied down properly alongside the cell, then adjusted the hunting rifle on his back. "Reckon ol' Al's gon' make fer them rocks over yonder, keep an eye on our impetuous amigo. Ya wanna call in some cavalry, well, personally I'd like ta know a little more about what I'm callin' 'em about afore I start raisin' alarms. But yer call."

[Shamie]

Drek....... Fox curses as he moves to a near room. The others were on over-watch on the soon to be holes but he wanted to keep the enemy deckers at bay to buy some breathing room to the crew on VR.

Should he find a room, he grab his deck with his favorite configuration and kick-started the thing as he submerged in VR, FoxCap could almost feel the extra coprocesor in his deck buzzing as he entered the Matrix.

(OOC: Enters Hot-SIM. Config AT6//SL3//DP5//FW5. Programs: Hammer, Mugger and Shell

Initiative: DP5 + INT5 +5d6 = 25 )

He opens his eyes to see the situation.