Iron Stars - tubs-and-chubs

Tubs and Chubs has been on the run for some time as the miserable life they once knew on Phemno fell apart. The guild was a cruel master but the anarchy in the streets and general crumbling of the sense of order here is worse in some ways. The next meal is no longer guaranteed, the beatings stopped but have been replaced with a high chance of finding a stray bullet. Tribe mates they knew for many year cycles are now bitterness driven shells of their former self- even the most gentle souls turning violent at the humiliation of their years of slavery. Reflecting hurts when done for too long. Another log is thrown onto the fire in what remains of the woods outside the Phemno debtors colony. Few leave the city. Fewer still are willing to risk the woods for fear of what lives in it, but for tonight, it seems to be the safest option. The rebels are also in the woods if the gossip is to be believed. Men, women, 'Tre, and others once slaves, now rising up to do something about the guild.

9:49 AM

It is quiet hear aside from the occasional echo of gunfire from within the nearby city. The glow of distant fires make miniature sunsets on the horizon, and the faint sound of sirens replaces the bird calls that once were the music of this area. Nature may one day return to this place, and the crackle of Chubs throwing another small log on the fire breaks the collective revelries you've both found yourselves in,

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Chubs sits himself back down after throwing more fuel in the fire and drags the beat-up combat rifle across the ground to sit closer to him. He feels weary, with nerves that have been worn ragged with worry from the constant danger. He knows that Tubs can feel it too through their shared 'Tre bond. But there's another feeling underpinning the anxiety: a thread of hope. All of the running and hiding and fighting is worth it because they have a chance. Not long ago, it was easy to imagine being stuck as Guild slaves for their whole life. Now, they're free. They may not know what tomorrow brings, but it does come without a yoke of bondage to a cruel master. That is enough, for now. Chubs takes a sharp breath and grunts. "I be tellin' ye. The woods be our best shot. We cain't be doin' this on our own much longer. We's find the rebels, maybe we's find a ways off world, ye? Heh, they's may even have actual beds! Wouldn't mind me havin' somethin' 'sides a log for my head."

Tubs checks the pistols at his waist for the hundredth time, looking out into the woods before giving a nervous chuckle as he turns back to Chubs, "As if your 'ead knowses the diffrence between logs 'n pillows. Nah mate, best to not trusts nobodies. Must be a trick I tells ya, no slaves I know could sets up a proper rebellion!" He caresses the pistols again unconsciously, a flash of excitement twining the nervous energy being sent through the bond as his nimble fingers play across the metal. His offhand is a standard Phemno security sidearm, stolen as they escaped. His mainhand pistol was taken from the body of an officer, a custom piece, though functionally not much better. Intricate swirling designs are finely carved into the barrel and glow a very faint red as his hand moves across it, like the coals of a dying fire. Tubs stands, adjusting the ill-fitting combat uniform he had also taken during their flight, "You sure we should haves a fire goin Chubs? Don't wants it to attract no beasties now does we?"

Chubs makes a dismissive snort. "We's goin' to be fine. I do prefer bein' warm rather'an sittin' in the dark! And wha, you's got a better idea than findin' the rebels? Nah... Leaves it to me. How's 'bout this: We sees if we can find 'em. Then.... well then we's just watch 'em a few days. Sees if they're shootin' straight. Just findin' 'em don't mean we're hoppin' to join 'em!"

After pacing a few times Tubs sits back down, seeming to be deep in thought. After a minute he nods and looks up, "I wants me a hat. Never had a hat before. They gets me a hat, well, maybe they'll be alright." He pulls out his mainhand pistol and begins to practice spinning it as he saw one of the elite security forces do once. "You get some sleep mate. I'll keeps the watch first. We'll finds your rebels come daylight, you can count on that." He nods affirmatively before standing, giving Chubs a friendly smack on the back of the head before facing outward so the light of the fire doesn't blind him to the night.

Chubs takes the smack with a grumpy look on his face, but leaves it be. With a sigh, he settles down to catch some sleep, trusting the bond to wake him if a spike of alarm should occur. "Night, mate."

Tubs watches the night for a while, but naturally gets quite bored. Less than halfway through his watch, he pulls out some fine crafting tools, one of his most valued possessions, looted from an expensive looking shop in the initial chaos. He grabs some of his ammunition, sitting by the fire for light, and begins to carve. His hand glows slightly as waves of heat radiate into the bullet casings, softening the metal for the engraving as well as imbueing and attuning it with his own natural magics. (Just making some runeshot until he's interrupted or his watch is over)

(Notice/wis)

(5)

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Working on your rune shots, you hear something click behind your head and realize it's not the rasp of your pick and torch on metal. "Easy now, don't turn around , just got a couple questions for you and I'll be on my way- and you can go back to what you're doing"

Chubs instantly feels alarm through their bond though years of following orders makes it easy for him to comply. He stops working but does not turn, speaking hesitantly, "Ah, ahem, uh, whats kind of questions does the master haves for me?"

(It's yet to be determined if that's enough to rouse me from sleeping.)

Chubs begins to stir, his companion's alarm spilling over into the nightime dreamscape.

12:08 PM

"What are you doing in the woods? You're 'Tre, I don't think you're with the guild, but you never know";

Tubs sends Chubs a mental nudge, trying to hurry his waking, "Er, we's in the woods. Lookings for... uh some stuff? My friend here's is better at talkin, um, maybe we gets him up? Eh Chubs?" His voice gets louder as he speaks, clearly not used to, or very good at, deception.

The pesky "feelings" have intruded into Chubs' dreams long enough now that it convinces him he might have to wake up and deal with it. He stirs slightly before his consciousness returns with a jolt. "Wha, what? What?? I'm up, I'm up!" He sits up too quickly and his balance hasn't returned to him yet, causing him to nearly fall back over. "Tubs! Who's your, uh... Is thats a GUN? What're ye who is the meanin' of this?!" Chubs has enough sense not to pull his gun on the stranger, for now.

"Alright, well then I'll ask you" the voice from the woods says. "What are you doing out here"

"Same things anyone be doing out here. Surviving. Could be askin' ye the same thing. Why're ye lurkin' around middle of the night holdin' up innocent 'Tre like we'selves? You withthe Guild?" Vitriol drips off the last word.

Tubs winces in fear at Chubs's words, a lifetime of ingrained caution around his manifold masters still making him very uncomfortable with disrespecting them and the Guild.

"The Guild is gone now. Everyone in that city is just too blind to see it. We're doing something about that. So what, you're runaways?"

Tubs feels a wave of relief through the bond as the potential enemy has turned into a potential ally. "Yeah," he says reluctantly. "We's just been tryin' to get out. The Guild stole our lives from us, and we's are goin' to get it back. Wouldn't mind me to make 'em sting a bit on the way out, though. So wha, you're a rebel, then?"

"Something like that. We all hate the Guild from the sound of it. Could use it. Name's Sinclair ,and I'm looking for a few folks to round out my possie"

Tubs perks up and finally turns around, "You isn't slavers?! Oh golly, I thoughts for sure we was goners! You, you wants ta get rids of em?" Chubs feels a flash of hope from Tubs as he pulls out a pistol, spinning it before promptly dropping it on the ground. He scrambles for it, embarrassed, before looking back up at Sinclair, scratching his head with the butt of his gun, "Uh, name's is Chubs. Uh, Tubs I mean. That's me. I think I'd likes to hurt back the people that hurts me. S'that what you means?" (edited)

"We do want to get rid of them, and I think both of you might be able to help"

A dopey grin splits Tubs's face, joy with a hint of something darker radiating through their bond. "Oh I thinks we can too! I knows how to make guns and hows to shoot them too! And Chubs here is good at just bout everythings!"

"Well I don't knows about all that... I do be a decent 'nuff pilot, at least." Chubs face darkens as he looks at Sinclair. "Now wha's in all this for us? Do ye pay? Do ye have... hats? We's are goin to need hats." (edited)

Tubs perks up at the mention of hats, having completely forgotten about his earlier condition.

“We do pay. Three hot meals and a safe place to sleep. When the Guild is gone we are going to remember those who fought with us and we will make sure you’ve got everything you need “

Chubs looks over at Tubs with a smirk like he knows something no one else does. "Ye hears that? Sounds to me like he do be avoiding the 'hats' part. I'm thinkin' maybe he doesn't have none. Wha' ye think, Tubs?"

Tubs scratches his chin in deep thought, "There anything else we needs? Maybe they gots comfy socks? Wait!" He raises a finger as if having an epiphany, "If they pays us, we can buys the stuffs we need!"

Chubs also scratches his chin along in thought, unknowingly synchronized with Tubs. "Well... Ye, that would work." As if that settled it, he nods over to Tubs and turns back to Sinclair. "We're in. My name do be Iroros, but everyone calls me Chubs. 'Everyone' is really just Tubs, but ye do get wha I mean.

"Come with me back to headquarters. We'll get you a hot mea, and we'll talk about what we can do against the guild. What do you say ? "

"A hot meal! Why didn't you says that first!" Tubs hops up, eagerly gathering their meager possessions to the audible chorus of anticipatory tummy growls.

"Now that would be nice. Cain't say I did loves the slave gruel, but it was better than nothin'. We's ain't had nothin' but maggoty bread for three stinkin' days!" In a matter of moments, all of their material wealth is gathered and stowed for travel. He gives Sinclair a perfunctory nod and slings his arms through his backpack straps. "All set, boss. Do we's call ye 'boss'?"

"You don't need to call me boss, but I'll use your names now that I know them. Put out that fire and grab your things, we need to get moving"

"Sure thing, boss. Ain't gonna be callin' ye that no more, boss. We's gonna get this put out right aways. Ready to move, boss." Chubs hops to the task with renewed vigor now that they have a clear objective, and the fire is snuffed within a minute. He stands ready to follow where ever the boss may lead them.

Youre taken through the woods over two kilometers of dark, uneven terrain bfore you arrive at what looks to be a hollowed out mine. You can see that the guild has abandoned the place and the heavy digging machinery here long ago, and rebels have moved in to use this as a base. You can see a small patrol leaving the base, heading out to pass you into the woods, mixed between human and other 'tre.

The spark of hope in Chubs' core can be felt through the 'Tre bond as it ignites into a bonfire upon seeing the rebel operation. These people... We's might have a real chance at this. He can't help but crack a cheeky smirk at Tubs while he tries to sound cool as a cucumber to Sinclair. "So, uh... You's got a pretty good thing goin' here, don't ye? Wha's the plan for when the Guild is wiped out? And wha do ye be needin' us for, exactly?"

"You said you know how to fly, right? It so happens we've got our hands on an old guild scouting flyer. They used it to keep an eye on mining operations and scout for more surface deposits of minerals back when this planet still had something besides misery to provide the universe. We think we can use its scanners to fly over the debtor colony here and identify sites where the guild is holding strong, and from whatever pictures you take we can figure out our next moves. When the guild is gone we will make a free society here, and anyone who wants to go elsewhere should be able to"

"And I can shoots em if'n they need some shootins done! Uh, and I can fixes stuff up too sometimes a bit. Probly can takes some pictures too?" (edited)

"Ye, I knows how to fly. I do be decent 'nuff for what yer askin', at least. We can gets it done, me and him. No doubts about it, boss. Maybe's we wait 'til it's mornin' before we go, though. After breakfast," he says with a pointed look. "Cain't be flyin' on an empty stomach and no sleep, ye understands."

Sinclair laughs and begins leading you into the mine where the first of the habitable chambers is a mess hall. Ten other rebels , a mix of human and Tre all sit at rough wooden furniture

Chubs leads the way into the mess hall to find himself some much-needed food and settle in to a safe place to eat and sleep for the first time in what feels like ages. He's unable to carry on any sort of meaningful conversation with the others while he shoves his face full, but Tubs feels contentment and relief through the bond. (I think we're both ready for the following morning and the start of the mission proper, unless you have something else for us tonight.)

(alright, wasnt sure if you wanted to RP with any of the other tre or anything, but we can get off to it) Morning comes once you have a fully belly and a night of sleep. Sinclair is smoking near the entry of the mine and looks kitted up for a full couple days of difficult field work ahead. He grinds it under his boot as he sees you approach, nodding to you both as a form of saying good morning.

Tubs approaches, bleary-eyed after a fitful night of nightmares despite his over-full belly. He gives a hearty yawn before lighting up with an enthusiastic, if sleepy, grin, "G'mornin boss! I tells ya, I'm ready for anything today! Feeds me like that again n I'll probly forgots to ask for pay!" He notes Sinclair's discarded cigarette with curiosity, "I nevers did smoke none afore, maybes I can buy one a them fancy pipe things whens we get paid! I wantsta try everythings I missed out on as a slave!"

"Ha! Good lucks tryin' to find one of thems around here. Probably gots to be off world to find nice things like that. I do thinks they don't even be tastin' good. Wha's the point of puttin' somethin' in yer mouth ye cain't eat?" Chubs laughs to himself. "Er, uh... yeah. Mornin' boss. We's all ready now."

“We pull this off and I’ll make sure you’ve got everything you want. Come with me. We have a bit of a walk down into the mines to get to the plane. I know what you’re thinking. Jsut follow me I think you’ll be impressed “

"We'll pulls whatever you want off of anything!" Tubs nods, very sure in his pulling ability as he follows Sinclair into the mine.

"Cain't be too hard to impress us. We don't got nothin! Not sure how we do be flyin' underground though," Chubs says while also filing down inside.

You dont see much on your walk through the dimly lit mine. People move with purpose doing hundreds of different duties to keep the rebel movement running. You f inally come to a well lit chamber after a half hour walk, where a stone ramp leads to something like an industrial sized trap door. A prop driven flyer sits at the other end of the long chamber, able to hold a few people. When it is itme for launch, the doors are flung open so you can take off, heading up the ramp and out into the open sky at speed.

(That last bit sounds like we've already boarded and taken off? I'm cool with that, I just want to make sure I'm not assuming incorrectly and jumping past an obstacle if there is one. I'm only at Pilot-0 so far for what it's worth.)

(no i was describing the underground hangar)

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"Well I'll be... Didn't ever thinks I'd be seein' one of those. You's was right. I'm impressed. Hehe!" He chuckles to himself as he goes to take a closer look. "Ye, she'll do. She'll do nicely. C'mon Tub-a-lug, climb on in! We do be havin' work to do!"

"Sure thing Chubs! It'll be's nice not to have ta fights off other slaves for gruel or cargo!" Tubs follows along like a cheerful puppy just happy to be included.

“Alright you two. Hop in. I’ll get the doors open and then join you. We have a long morning ahead of us. The guild isn’t going to sleep for long “

Tubs does a couple little hops as they enter, switching seamlessly back into a normal walk once seeing Chubs not hopping in. "I wonders what we's gonna do to them Guildies! You really think we can takes em down?"

"I be hopin' so. But I don't be willing to stick my neck out too far to make it happen. I be lookin' out for me and you first. If it gets too hot, we's get out, ye?" He doesn't speak too loudly as he climbs in to the pilot's seat.

Tubs joins him, but knows well enough to not touch any buttons without asking first, nodding sagely to Chubs's words, "Me n you first. Though I s'pect it shouldn't get too hot this time a year!"

Chubs is pretty sure that Tubs doesn't fully understand, so he covers his bases. "When I says, 'We's get out,' I don't mean to jumps out of the flyer. I mean we's are goin' to run away from 'ere. Stay inside if we's in the air."

"Good idea mate! Plus, seems likes they've got climate control in here ya know? That ways we for sures won't get too hot!"

The doors at the end of the mine are thrown open and Sinclair dons a headset. From a computer he will speak with both of you while you are flying, and will be able to beam you map data

"Hehe!" He chortles as he fires up the engines and enjoys the feeling of the rumbling machine under his control. "Never do get old, that. Hold on, now. We's are taking off!" Chubs waits for the all clear before pushing the flyer to pick up speed.

Tubs buckles in, cheerfully looking out the window in anticipation of taking off.

The engine begins beaching smoke as the propeller blade spins. Pushing the sticks forward had you picking up speed and rising into the air. The daylight begins filtering into the cabin and the data link to the ground begins unloading navigational data.

7:32 PM

There is an old mining camp to the east that looks to be your first target

Chubs relishes the feeling of flying as he pulls the nose higher and higher before levelling out at a comfortable altitude. Tubs feels the elation and freedom through their bond as Chubs points the plane towards their target and make their way for a fly-over.

"So we's just taking pictures for now? I sure hopes I can shoots somebodies soon! Never done that jus for fun!"

There are four rockets on wing pylons, as you look out at the aircraft in daylight. They are crude , jurry rigged launchers but they’ll kill just as assuredly.

(Sorry if this is a dumb question. We're not flying over to shoot stuff, right? I'm not sure what to do with that post.)

(We have weapons if we decide we need them, I was answering tub’s question before moving on)

Chubs continues a steady course towards the Guild operations while he responds, "Well we's don't want to just start shootin', Tubs. We don't know who do be down there and what they can shoots BACK with. Little flyer like this can't take much 'fore she falls right out of the sky. We's will wait 'til we sees what we're seein', first."

Ahead, the site begins coming into view. It looks like the guild has occupied this mining site and looks to be digging very feverishly for something here. Tall slag piles as big as the longhouses of your old village dot the site, as a steady stream of vehicles head down into the mine and then back out again filled with waste material .

"Ha! Even after everything they's been through, they still just diggin' and diggin' like the sky ain't fallin' on 'em. You'd be thinkin' they would do somethin' to be safer 'gainst the rebellion and all."

Tubs shudders a bit before giving a nervous grin to Chubs, "Not that longs ago I woulda been down there's. Glad ta be's up here. You knows they won't do hard work for themselfs, we should free the slaves workin down there!"

"I do wants that too. We take down the Guild, we frees the slaves. Not much we can do 'til then. Do you be getting the pictures we need? Or're you just be here to gab?"

"Oh, yeah!" Tubs begins taking pictures of mine and everything around it that he thinks might be important.

(Perform/dex, or work)

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You fly over, taking pictures of the vehicles and of the mining operation. You can see some of the dirt is freshly excavated and a large cargo truck with a tarp several miles ahead is turning onto the mining road

Tubs sends the pictures to Sinclair, speaking to him through his headset, "Gots some pictures boss! They's is digging up some stuff! Not sure what they's lookin for but they sure is lookin hard!"

"Great work you two. Do you think you can loiter and try to see what they take out of that truck? I don't like the looks of it"

"Sure thing boss! Though if we haves ta get closer to see they might sees us back. But then I can just blasts em right?"

You hear him laugh. "If its important to the guild, it can't be good for us. If you think its going to cause a problem, blast em"

1:43 PM

The targeting board sitting in front of Tubs and Chubbs begins to come online as Sinclair sends a signal from the ground.

"Hehe... Oooo I do be thinkin it's about to be interesting. We's are goin' to take a closer look first before shootin' though. Cain't be hitting slaves if that's who do be operating down there. Maybe thems are some people we could save." He pushes the nose down and heads in a little closer to see if they can get better visuals on the truck.

(notice/wis chubbs

(Aye, Cap'n. That's an 8)

The vehicle's flaps billow aside to reveal what is either a rocket, or a long drill.

"Ay, Tubs... Whad'ya make of that? Lookin' like a really funny bit of mining gear. You thinks they need to blow up rocks with that?"

Tubs squints at the truck, "Hmm hard ta tell. They sure seems to be workin hard at diggin, may be's this is ta finish the job?"

"Sure do be hopin' he's not payin' us to think for him. Maybe we's just report back what we saw and wait for orders."

"We can also waits a bit to get a better ideas of what it is once they unloads it!"

(Pilot/dex tubs)

(Did you mean me? I'm pilot man)

(I rolled a 6 if you did)

(I did. Thanks )

8:36 PM

There is gunfire from the ground as you circle the area to try to get a closer look. Small arms from the ground cannot but you but it is trying. You evade the incoming rounds and see the bright tracers pass by

"Woah! They be mad we're here!" Chubs heads away from the site towards relative safety while talking in the comms to Sinclair. "Whatever's they got down there, they don't want us around! They's shootin' at us! Wha' do we do, boss? Turn tail or let 'em have it?"

(I think that would be more up to you two honestly)

(I'll leave it to dude man face to decide)

(I mean, he's gonna shoot. 4 rocket launchers yeah?)

(Yes, we have a targeting board so we can fire up to three in one turn

Not listening to Chubs, Tubs returns fire without hesitation, sending one rocket towards the soldiers firing at them and two towards the suspicious truck. (19/18, 21/10, 10/21)

The rocket sends a plume of dirt sky high, scattering the soldiers. The truck fares far worse and you can see the burning trailer flipping end over end as you begin moving out of the explosion's pressure wave. Some kind of heavy drill topples over as burning oil coats its sides and the truck trailer, peeling paint, warping metal, and destroying valuable machinery the Guild no longer has the ability to replace. Whatever they are after in that mine is buried deep.

Tubs looks over at Chubs, just now processing what he had said, "Er, guess we letsed em have it. This isn't no battle ships though, maybes we head back afore they pulls out bigger guns?"

"Seems like we did the 'let 'em have it' option, hehe! I do be thinkin it's bout time we gets back home. We's agreed there." Chubs pushes the plane as hard as it can go to get up higher and out of the vicinity before heavier retaliation can strike back at them in their tin can.

(3xp, 5000 credits)

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(Chubs would be interested in upgrading from a second-hand combat rifle. What kind of armaments could he find/buy with the rebels?)

Chubs Lvl 1 -> 2
Partial Arcane Warrior/Expert
HP: 9 -> 12
AB: 1 -> 2
New Focus: Gunslinger, Shoot 0 -> 1
Skill Points Earned: 4
Know 0 -> 1 (2 SP)
Pilot 0 -> 1 (2 SP)

(edited)

Tubs Lvl 1->2
Gun Mage
HP: 5->7
AB: 1->2
New Focus: Pistolier
New Art: Dual Shot
Skill Points Earned: 3 
Magic 0->1 (2 SP)
SP Banked: 1

(edited)

They'd have a combat rifle available

10:32 AM

(Tl3 stuff, select Tl4)

(I started with a Combat Rifle so I was wondering if there was any better equipment they'd have access to. I understand it's an underground rebel movement so they don't have a ton of options. I'd be looking to get a mag rifle/mag pistol if it's possible.)

(they've got both of those things here, if we want one or both)

(I'll buy a mag rifle for 500 and 2 mag pistols for 800 then. Sets me back 1,300.) (I'm ready to go then

)

(I'll buy 2 mag pistols for 800 too, I RPed having 2 pistols and for some reason started with a rifle instead lol)

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Sinclair almost runs to the plane as it comes in for a landing and others move to close up the hangar doors as quickly as possible, in the event your return flight was observed. Nothing to be done about that, he explains. The mood is jubilant and you see he has on considerably more combat kit than he did when you saw him just a few hours ago. "You've both done great, but we've got something else to do now. We need to go see what exactly it was that you hit"

"We's goin' back?! We's just saw it ourselves! Blowed it up too! What do ye be thinkin' you'll find?"

"Some fancy drill it looksed like! I wouldn't minds seeing what theys was tryina dig up either!"

“We need to see what it actually is you destroyed and as your friend said, what they were digging for, and if they’re still trying to dig for it now that you’ve broken their toy”

"Well I'ms down for it! We's goin on feet this time to sees better yeah? I likes my own guns more than any ships's!" (edited)

"Glad to hear it. There is a car out front, grab what you need and we'll be off. nice work both of you"

Tubs double checks his pistols and armor before checking on Chubs, "You readies mate? We can finally gets back at the guild!"

"Well yeah, I guess. We's gonna see how these new guns work for me, hehe!" Chubs didn't abandon his old combat rifle when he bought his new mag rifle and dual pistols. Rather, he seems to be bringing all of his material possessions on his person, including the trusty old rifle in addition to the other 3 guns. Armed to the tooth, Chubs heads out with Tubs to follow orders.

Heading out into the woods it seems the three of you are going to be the ones scouting. Sinclair had a vehicle pulled around for you and from this you’ll be able to speed to the site.

Without prompting, Chubs pulls off both his rifles to make room for hopping into the driver's seat. "Figured you be wantin' me to do the driving. Climb on in!" He starts the engine up and revs it a couple times.

Tubs hops in beside him, "I've never drives a car before mate, you knows that." He double checks his pistols with a smile, excitement flashing through their bond as he anticipates getting back at those who owned him.

(if you've got piliot we're still okay, it covers all vehicles)

1:42 PM

You find the site without much trouble as the massive black column of smoke pours skyward. Guild personnel look to have fled the site as you come to the lip of the quarry, looking down on the burning machine and trailer, and the large dusty spoil piles around it.

(Chubs has pilot, Tubs doesn't

)

1:51 PM

"Huh, they's all left! Show ya the guild really is weak now eh Chubs? They's would never have let us runs off back in the days, even with rockets comin at us!"

Chubs gives himself an undignified scratch under the arm as he speaks. "Huh, yeah... well I guess we's need to get closer to the business down there to see the, uh, business. Keep lookin' out though. Them Guilds types do be sneaky ones sometimes." Chubs heads towards the burning pile of machinery to see what they're dealing with.

(So we can slide down the slopes or take the longer way around to where the land slopes down into the quarry more naturally )

7:22 PM

(One is longer and no check needed but there might be a guild rearguard in the area. Rappelling is more dangerous but we know there’s nobody alive in the quarry itself )

Chubs walks over to the edge to get a closer look at what they're up against. He looks down, then over at the road. Back down, back to the road. He shrugs in a noncommittal fashion. "I dunno. Don't really fancies me to climb down that f'I don't have to. If that's the way you do be wantin' to go, I guess we can. Rather have a nice stroll, m'self."

Tubs follows, nodding along as Chubs speaks, "I don't minds me a nice stroll neither." He turns and begins walking down the more gently sloping path toward the mine.

(sneak/dex for us both, to offset the notice of any patrols in the woods)

(6)

(That's a good 'ol 3)

Moving through the woods around the natural quarry, Sinclair is about to comment on how well you're both proceeding when Chubs snaps a branch underfoot, and the sound carries a good distance through the otherwise quiet woods.

9:55 AM

Somewhere in the distance, a dog begins to bark.

Chubs is blissfully unaware that he may have just given away their position with the noise, not even noticing the branch underfoot. He does notice the barking, however. "Ooo, that be a dog. Wonders what he could be doin' out this far. That do make a good meal if yer in a pinch, which we's was 'fore you found us. Had my own shares of dogs to eat sometimes. Little on the lean side, which I don't be mindin' if the other options is sticks to eat. Probably goes better if'n you do have a bit 'o salt or somethin'..." (Chubs will continue rambling until something shows up or someone shuts him up)

"Hush it mate!" Tubs elbows Chubs then draws his pistols, "You knows the old masters would keeps dogs around to catch runaway slaves. I heared that sounds too many times, not afters myself 'course, but a friend a mine gots his leg all chewed up by one once when he triesed to run."

There is a series of shots from the woods, 100m in front of you , striking the ground and burning patches in the grass. The shooter is firing from a concealed position you're unable to see as you scatter into cover from the incoming beams.

Chubs whips out his mag rifle as he ducks to get out of sight of their assailant (assuming there's something not too far away to get out of line of sight). "Well why's didn't you say somethin?! You let me be out here gabbin' away while we's bout to be shot! I did thought you's knew better!" Chubs grumbles to himself as he continues his rant. "Oh, ye... 'get back at the Guild' Chubs, it'll be fun! Well that almost be ended 'fore it started now, 'idn't it? Cain't be out here gettin' shot by what cain't hardly see what do be shootin' at me. Very nice, VERY nice!" Through the bond, Tubs can feel the angry front is just a mask over his terror at being on the frontlines of a fight he wasn't ready for.

Tubs follows Chubs, ducking behind a tree, "Did you thinks we'd get back at em without em tryna stops us?" He cautiously looks out of cover, trying to get eyes on the dog or gunman.

(I think there is enough here for concealment, but not cover )

5:16 PM

(notice/wis Tubs)

(6)

There is a bush in front of you that be is shooting from. Chest high Rocks are covered with leaves and tangles of weeds proving concealment. You’ve got a general area he is shooting from

"Well no, but I didn't be thinkin' we'd get shot for takin' a dag'gum walk! Figurin' we'd be on a battlefield somewhere 'fore I gets shot at!" (Do we need initiative rolls or anything?)

(If we're engaging we do yea)

!roll 1d8 !Initiative

Chubs | Levi (Dax) Roll: [7] Result: 7 Reason: Initiative

!roll 1d6+3 !initiative

Tubs (Reg/Grupp) Roll: [6] Result: 9 Reason: initiative

(Initiative is a d8 silly, but I'm sure a 9 is sufficient)

(Yeah just typed the wrong thing

it worked out lol) (edited)

(Tub, chub , hidden shooter)

"Theyre in that bush over there i thinks!" Tubs takes a shot with each pistol at the rustling bush, hoping he hits the target despite not having a clear target. (8/6, 13/11)

Both shots churn dirt and don't seem to have hit the hidden shooter.

"Which one? Ye hits a tree and somethin' over there! Is this it?" Chubs takes a wild shot at another chunk of foliage, hoping he guessed correctly. (12/12)

!roll d20+4

Nekosmash Roll: [17] Result: 21

the shots miss, and the concealed shooter seems to have a better fix on the position than you do.

10:11 AM

!roll d10

Nekosmash Roll: [9] Result: 9

Sinclair grunts, too slow to get into cover as a shot takes him in the leg. You see him vanish into long woods nearby as he is taken from his feet. You're not sure if he is down or not

!roll d20+4

Tubs (Reg/Grupp) Roll: [9] Result: 13

!roll d20+4

Tubs (Reg/Grupp) Roll: [6] Result: 10

Tubs runs over towards Sinclair, firing into the bushes again but is clearly distracted by their ally's wounds. (13 and 10 both miss I assume lol)

(they do, yeah)

"Oh! That's was the wrong gun!" Chubs slings the old combat rifle back around himself and whips out the new mag rifle instead (Gunslinger Focus for On Turn action). "He's was in that bush there!" He fires a quick burst of shots into the correct area now that he's seen where they're being shot from. (25/12) "Is boss okay? How's he be lookin'?" Chubs yells over.

The gunfire from the bushes stops abruptly, and you get the sense your mag spike may have indeed hit something important. Sinclair is gravely wounded, the shot punching through the upper meat of his leg and into his lower gut. You can see the much larger burn of an exit wound through his back. One of his kidneys is surely gone. (he is "downed" , and a round has passed since he has been hit in terms of trying to stabilize)

(Shoot we already got the boss killed)

(Don't we win when we beat the boss?

)

10:27 AM

"Er, boss looks rough mate!" Tubs does what he can to stabilize Sinclair, though he has no particular medic training.

(Would our racial ability be able to be used in place of a Heal check here?)

Bonded As One: The 'Tre reach out to their respective partners in a moment of need, borrowing expertise, insight, or some other form of guidance from their companion, even if not present in the scene. Once per mission an appeal is made and a Talk, Know, Work or Perform check can be taken in place of the actual skill check being called for, though the difficulty remains the same, as does the attribute the skill is being rolled with. This appeal can be made after the results of the initial roll are determined. If the 'Tre is an expert class they may use their expert re-roll if this modified check has failed.

10:35 AM

(If we can, I'd like to roll a Know check in place of Heal)

(sure! lets do it)

!roll 3d6k2 !Know + Wis (Specialist Know)

Chubs | Levi (Dax) Roll: [4, 4, 1] Result: 8 Reason: Know + Wis (Specialist Know)

(Assumed Wis was the appropriate attribute. That would be a 10 if it's Int.)

3:34 PM

In the absence of more gunshots, Chubs runs over to Sinclair. "Oh, no... S'not lookin' good, boss." He looks around frantically for a second. "We do be needin' to stop the bleeding 'fore he don't have any left! Maybe we's rip some cloth off'is clothes and put pressure on 'em." Chubs reaches through their bond and finds comfort in Tubs' presence, allowing him the clarity of mind to work unhindered by nerves. "Splash some water on 'is face, too. Couldn't hurt..."

You're not sure if you're providing actual quality medical assistance, but whatever you've done keeps sinclair's condition from deteriorating for now. He he breathing but it is shallow, and strained.

(Stabilized then? Or unknown?)

(Stabilized)

"Ye know, I... I think we's actually did it! We's got 'im back now. He shouldn't be gettin' any worse, anyways. Let's just hide him outta sight and keep him hidden 'til he wakes up. You and me's gonna be explorin' whatever this thing is they're guardin' so close. Startin' with that shooter. Let's go find 'im." Chubs gently pulls Sinclair deeper into the foliage and hides him as much as he can to allow him a private place to sleep it off. Standing up and brushing off his hands, he looks up towards where their mystery assailant was perched.

"Think he'll be's alright all alone up here? I dunno if there's are more soldiers round here." Tubs helps hide Sinclair before walking over toward the bush where the gunfire was coming from.

(Is this waiting on me? I think we just want to check out the shooter before moving on)

(No this was just me being busy yesterday and not getting all the way down the thread list )

5:52 PM

The shooter is found further ahead in a concealed firing position made from half a log and some placed vines and moss. He is wearing a guild scout uniform and is dead , only within the last minute or so.

Chubs walks up to the body and pushes it over with a foot. "Ye thinks he was the only one?... Don't seem to be likely that he is. I'll takes his gun though. Never know when you do be needin' another one of those." Chubs unhooks the man's gun to take for himself and add to the collection. While he's down there, he looks for a radio or other communication device.

He had a compad and ear piece on him that he was using to communicate with higher ups and other patrol elements it seems. He did send a message back stating he didn't think he was alone in the woods, and planned to investigate.

Chubs bends down and pulls the ear piece out of the corpse and takes the compad with it. "Figurin' we do be needing to know if anymore of thems are comin'. I'll keep an ear out for 'em on this," he says as he situates the ear piece for himself. "Where's next?"

Tubs nods along, "Good ideas mate. I supposes we goes down to the mine now? I s'pect they'll sends more people out though."

(As it stands right now Sinclair is alive but badly hurt, and your stealth approach is measured in moments rather than hours. We don't know what they were digging for down there, and we dont know how many soldiers might be coming out once this one being missing is more widely known)

Chubs listens in to the radio chatter for a moment and doesn't like what he hears. "Uh.... maybe we's better, uh... not go down there. There may be's more of 'em than we's can handle. I do be startin' to think we needs to come back with more'an three of us if we's plan to get much further than this. Let's, uh... Let's go get boss and get outta here."

Tubs bends down and gently picks Sinclair up, "Alright mate, let's gets goin. Backs to the car now yeah?"

He groans as you pull him to his feet, hissing with pain as he tries to get his feet under him again. "Alright, car. Might be another way down. Pumping station, or air exchange. Tight...you'd have to crawl" he says, as he half walks half limps

Tubs helps support Sinclair as they try to hurry quietly back to the car, "I'm good to tries somethin else. Don't minds a bit a crawlin now do I? Which one you reckons is best?"

"Gas exchange, might be fighting with hot air, pump station, going to be some swimming" he tries to get out through clenched teeth (edited)

"A little heat don't bothers me none, whats about you Chubbs? Fancy a dip or ares you feelin gassy?"

"I do be feelin' like guns won't do well in the water. Exchanger sounds the right way to me. Don't you worry, boss. We's almost to the car. You sit 'ere and don't do nothin, understand? Ol' Tubs and Chubs gon' take care of everything." He gives a nod as if that settles it.

With Sinclair stowed you quickly find one of the large above ground pipes nestled in the woods that bring air to the deep underground mine. It is about as wide as you are and made of a thin sheet metal. You smell slightly soil smelling air coming out of the exchanger from deep in the mine

(Is this pipe like a straight-down thing we have to climb into and scale? Or something more level/inclined we can walk through? I sure didn't bring my grappling gear.)

(there is an elevation to it, but it is gradual)

"Well. Better out than in s'what I always say." He hoists his rifles on their slings and enters the mouth of the vent before stopping in his tracks. "Er... that don't quite be makin' sense in this case. Never mind you that. Let's just be goin." He continues in to the uncomfortably warm air of the exchanger.

Tubs pushes ahead of Chubs with a smile, "Well, least we shouldn't sees any guards down this way. I'll takes the lead ifn ya don't minds none. Gots a resistance to the heat now doesn't I?"

"S'posin that do be so. Well lead on, then. You's the new boss now."

"New boss eh? I don't minds the sound a that!" Tubs confidently leads the way further down.

(Survive /wis. Each of us can make the check)

!roll 2d6-1

Tubs (Reg/Grupp) Roll: [6, 5] Result: 10

(6)

Heading into the exchanger you wrap cloths around your nose and mouth to better allow you to breathe in the thick air. The mine beyond is deep underground and the exchanger is cramped. Heat builds and you are soon walking through steam, the narrow confines preventing you from getting lost by only allowing you to go forward. Close to the mine entry, you find a body- someone had tried to escape and perished in here once, and you see ahead of you that the mesh screen has been pulled apart to allow you to get inside.

"Poor fella... Rather be facin' certain death than stay at the Guild's mercy. Ain't no way to go, that." Chubs speaks quietly but his intent carries through the bond so that Tubs knows what he means even if he couldn't hear every word. Another emotion laces through as well: caution. As they approach the opening in the screen, he says, "Let's do this real quiet-like, eh? Cain't be havin' the Guild after us down here where we's cain't escape."

Tubs nods back at Chubs without a word, pushing through the mesh screen with one pistol held at the ready, the other within easy reach.

(We would be at the top of the western branch) The mine is lit only by dim glowbugs and the occasional closed flame lantern in places where the glowbugs have failed over the years. Discarded mining tools lay at the bottom of the shaft in front of the air exchanger, many were broken in attempts to get inside the exchanger.

"So far we be doin' alright," he whispers. "Tread careful, now." Chubs holds on to any loose articles on his person as he steps quietly further into the shaft, eyes up for danger.

There are sounds of picks or shovels striking stone in the distance, to the south from where you entered, and a bobbing headlamp seems to move in time with the strokes. Someone is still working down here, and their coveralls mark them out as some kind of slave or pressed labor. They are humanoid , but it is impossible to tell if man or 'Tre through the thick coveralls and full face breathing mask. (edited)

Chubs looks over to Tubs and shrugs before approaching the worker. He makes his footfalls heard and keeps a regular walking pace so he doesn't sound threatening. "Hey, fella.. don't be alarmed. I ain't gonna do nothin 'less you do. I do be havin' a few questions for ye, that's all."

He nods once, trying to keep his voice down, and crawls over to where you are concealed.

"Are you awares they did have an attack and explosions on the surface? Why do they be keepin' you workin' down here so hard? What do they be after?"

"No , we heard nothing down here. We are mining to the control room, into the bunker like the overseer said. THere is food there, and water, and once we reach it they said they are going to set us free"

"I can do ye one better. You wanna come with us now and make your escape? We're working on breakin the Guild over our knee as we speak. Ye come with us and tells us all ye know about their operation and we'll hand ye a gun to come back and point at their heads. We's already blew up a bunch on the surface and we's just gettin' started."

"You got in here, you must have a way out. Yes! I will come with you!" he says, enthusiasm taking over in place of being quiet.

"Yeh, we do be havin' a way out. But I do have to know first... do ye know about anything further inside we should, erm... 'take care of' before leavin'? Ye may've noticed I do be well-equipped to handle just bout anything I do needs to."

Tubs looks up from an interestingly colored rock that had distracted him, "Also other slave type folks that needs ta be freeds! I don wants ta leave nobody suffring like we's did for so long." He gives a friendly grin, though his eyes are dark as he thinks of his previous captors.

"In the otther branch. They're trying to dig from there too and there are more people down this tunnel, and over there"

10:14 AM

He looks behind you all, before turning around again, satisfied it is clear.

"Well, erm... Bah, I don't be happy bouts this. Listen, we wants'ta help everyone, we does. We did bring us a car to get out here, but it's not a bus. Cain't be fittin' everyone and their 'ma to bring back with us. Don't wanna set everyone loose in the forest, neither. Don't seem fair to be leavin' ye to get hunted down. The best good we be doin' will be if'n we can gets back at the Guild for good. Cruel as'n it seems now, it do work better long term if we bite off what we can chew today, no more."

"You gotta help us, you have to, you're down here now. Please!" he begs, your words making it sound like you're going to leave them behind.

"Do be calm, will ye?? I ain't sayin' I'm leavin' ye here. I do be sayin' it's gonna be a mite tricky to get people out and keep 'em alive while we's at it!" His voice reaches the volume of a stage whisper at its loudest. "I do be tryin' to be smart, see? Need'n your help to do just that."

"Okay, okay, how can I help?"

9:16 AM

He casts another furtive glance down the tunnel, waiting to see what or who might be coming, and sensing nothing, he goes back to giving you his full attention

"Erm... well, lead the way, I s'pose. Let's find your friends."

(sneak/dex)

!roll 2d6-1

Chubs | Levi (Dax) Roll: [6, 2] Result: 7

Name: Iroros "Chubs" ~~-----------------------------------~~ Race: 'Tre Background: Pilot Class: Adventurer (Warrior/Expert) Level: 2 Max HP: 12 Max Sys Strain: 14 Base Atk Bonus: +2 ~~-----------------------------------~~ Attributes: ~~-----------------------------------~~ STR: 14 (+1) DEX: 8 (+0) CON: 14 (+1) INT: 14 (+1) WIS: 7 (-1) CHA: 11 (+0) ~~-----------------------------------~~ Saves: ~~-----------------------------------~~ Physical: d20 vs 13 Mental: d20 vs 14 Evasion: d20 vs 13 Luck: d20 vs 14 ~~-----------------------------------~~ Skills: ~~-----------------------------------~~ Connect (0) Know (1) (3d6) Pilot (1) Shoot (1) ~~-----------------------------------~~ Foci: ~~-----------------------------------~~ 'Tre Origin (1) Gunslinger (1) Specialist (1) (Know) Weapon Unity (1) ~~-----------------------------------~~ Class Features: ~~-----------------------------------~~ Partial Expert Partial Warrior ~~-----------------------------------~~ (edited)

10:44 AM

HP: 12/12 Sys Strain: 0/14 ~~-----------------------------------~~ Weapon | Atk Bonus | Dmg | Range | (Shock) | Ammo W1: Combat Rifle (B) | +4 | 1d12+2 | 100/300 | 30/30 W2: Mag Rifle | +4 | 2d8+4 | 300/600 | 10/10 W3: Mag Pistol | +4 | 2d6+4 | 100/300 | 6/6 W4: Mag Pistol | +4 | 2d6+4 | 100/300 | 6/6 W5: Small Primitive Weapon | +1 | 1d4+1 | 2/AC15 ~~-----------------------------------~~ ~~-----------------------------------~~ Current AC: 15 Armor Worn: Woven Body Armor ~~-----------------------------------~~ (edited)

(yould you like me to pin any of this? )

(It is already)

11:05 AM

(Sneak/Dex was 7, just waiting for Tubs now)

!roll 2d6

Tubs (Reg/Grupp) Roll: [3, 1] Result: 4

(

) (edited)

(nailed it)

A loose rock skitters down the mine as you begin moving, and the two guards standing 50m away close to where the tunnels connect seem to have heard it and spot you. "You there! Who is your overseer? And why are you out of uniform!" the first of them shouts as the second works to get a power cell into a glowbug for more light.

(As soon as they take a good look at me they would see I'm strapped with more guns than I have limbs lol) Wasting no time, Chubs pulls his mag rifle up and narrows his sights on the loud one. "I did be sayin' it be a mite tricky!"

11:57 AM

!roll 1d20+4 !to hit

Chubs | Levi (Dax) Roll: [2] Result: 6 Reason: to hit

(6 won't be hitting anything lol) "Bah! Cain't see nothin' in here!"

(tubbs can take a shot before we jump into initiative)

!roll 1d20+4

Tubs (Reg/Grupp) Roll: [10] Result: 14

!roll 1d20+4

Tubs (Reg/Grupp) Roll: [6] Result: 10

Tubs draws his pistols and fires just as Chubs does before even making a conscious decision to do so. (I assume a 14 and 10 both miss?)

(14 would miss yeah)

8:37 PM

The guard without the light lowers his weapon into a combat crouch and fires off a quick shot before scrambling to the partial concealment of one of the wooden tunnel supports

8:38 PM

!roll d20+3

Nekosmash Roll: [10] Result: 13

(13 should miss )

(AC 15, yeah)

His companion with the glowbug begins moving into the other side of the chamber doing the same while trying to keep the illumination aloft

!roll 1d8 !initiative

Chubs | Levi (Dax) Roll: [6] Result: 6 Reason: initiative

!roll 1d8+3

Tubs (Reg/Grupp) Roll: [1] Result: 4

!roll d8

Nekosmash Roll: [5] Result: 5

(chubs, guard, tubs)

!roll 1d20+6

Chubs | Levi (Dax) Roll: [11] Result: 17

!roll 1d12+4

Chubs | Levi (Dax) Roll: [6] Result: 10

(Big Chub comin' at ya) "Should'a done stuck with what I do know!" Chubs drops his fancy new mag rifle back on his sling and grabs his trusty beat-up combat rifle as he ducks towards a wall and makes himself a smaller target. He pulls up the familiar weight and takes aim at the nearest guard, firing in burst mode. (Gunslinger to grab stowed weapon as On Turn and burst firing for +2/+2) (17/10)

The shot punches the ill equipped guard off his feet, already wounded from your surprise against them and the one with the weapon falls onto the ground, mortally wounded. The one with the lantern remains, which he places on the ground to grab a handgun from his waistband. (main action to draw a stowed weapon, so can't do anything, Tubs up)

!roll 1d20+4

Tubs (Reg/Grupp) Roll: [15] Result: 19

!roll 1d20+4

Tubs (Reg/Grupp) Roll: [9] Result: 13

!roll 2d6+4

Tubs (Reg/Grupp) Roll: [5, 2] Result: 11

(the 19 hits if we're shooting, )

Tubs fires his pistols at the remaining guard, one shot going wide and hitting the wall of the tunnel, the other aimed right at the guard's chest. (19/11, 13/-)

The lantern holder falls onto the ground, going to a kneeling position before keeling over on his side to curl up , while an expanding pool of blood grows underneath him very quickly. You can tell by the amount he is going to die within minutes and is no longer a threat to you.

(Sounds like we're out of initiative then? If the immediate threat is handled, that is.)

(We are indeed )

Tubs grins at Chubs before turning to their escort, "See, friend? You'll ends up fine with us! Maybe you takes up one a their weapons? S'the best way to proves you're nots a slave! Take the fight backs to em!"

"What're ye lookin' at me like that for?" He says to the slave while gesturing at his collection of firearms. "These be MY guns! I needs all of 'em! Ye know, in case I do be needin' more guns... Get yer own."

Tubs rolls his eyes before heading over to pick up one of the slaver's guns and handing it to the slave, "Keeps a hold of it yeah? If Chubs bullies abouts it, ya let me know. Let's gets a move on afore more guards come." He spits on the fallen slaver, still bleeding out, before leaving him to die, heading further into the mine.

Nekosmash pinned a message to this channel. 5/11/2022 9:45 AM

Hrading into the central hub you can see where they have been working to try to find the location of the bunker, with a small tunnel heading south and a longer one heading north. You see no guards in this junction, though you do see a well where the water that once flooded this tunnels has been directed to drain.

9:48 AM

The sounds of more pick activity to the south are the only things you can hear, and it is loud, you are unsure if your gunshots have been heard.

"Which way do your friends be?" He says to their guide. "South?" Chubs' ears perk up in that direction. "Ye be thinkin' they're guarded well?"

"Probably four guards. One is the shift overseer, the rest just kick us when we go too slow. If you think you've got another fight left in you, the others might help if the guards look distracted"

Tubs nods, his often dopey grin turning slightly sinister, "I sure gots more fight in me! I gots a few tricks to help distract em if you can helps get your friends to help!"

“If I can get close to them I can get them help. Then we will have a chance here. A real chance”

Tubs turns to Chubs, who feels an eager confidence through their bond, "Whats ya think mate? I'll opens with a bang, burns through some a my new fancy shots. Thinks that'll be enough to evens out a two against fourish?"

Chubs looks down at his dejected new mag rifle. "Yeh... maybe I do be needin' to zero in this sight better. That's why I cain't hit nothin with it yet. I do be thinkin' we gives it another try, sees what we stirs up. Maybe we helpin' slaves 'long the way too." He nods in affirmative. "Yeh, you hits 'em with a bang and I'll cover ye."

Tubs nods in return before gesturing down the southern tunnel, "Let's goes all quiet like." He begins moving down the tunnel stealthily.

You can see six slaves being watched over by two guards and some kind of wire frame security robot with a large cannon under its arm. Its legs have been bulked out for stability, as has its spine to keep it from tipping forward. They are 30m from you in the darkness and have illuminated their position, but the shadows seem to be working to your advantage, and your approach is not noticed.

In a low whisper, Chubs asks, "Ye thinkin' ye be takin' out the bot? Maybe ye can line up a good shot before they sees us." (Maybe an execution attack is in order here if we've got the setup time.)

(You do have the time)

Tubs nods, a resolute calm coming through their bond as he focuses his shot on the security bot. "Be's ready mates." (Execution: Shoot/dex 10; is it possible to use a Runeshot in an execution?)

(Yes!)

(Aight, 1/2 effort committed for Dual Shot to use two runeshots on the bullet; Trick Shot, bullet ricochets to another target within 10m, [19/12 on one of the guards]; Detonator for a bonus 4 fire damage to the guard and bot, if the last guard is within 5m of the first he also takes 4 damage; 3/5 Runeshots left Sorry that was a bit convoluted lol)

1

(So we aren’t executing ?)

(He rolled to execute above)

One of the guards is killed outright while the second is wounded by the trick shot bursting from one body and burrowing into the next almost like it was alive

(So the execution on the bot didn't work then? He's still up?)

(Correct)

(Initiative 7)

!roll 1d8 !Initiative

Chubs | Levi (Dax) Roll: [7] Result: 7 Reason: Initiative

(Dex is +0 for me in case that's the tiebreaker)

(+1 here, and a +2 bonus from a gunmage art)

!roll d8

Nekosmash Roll: [4] Result: 4

(Tubs , chubs, foes)

Tubs takes two shots at the wounded guard, hoping to quickly take him out of the fight (7/12, 13/13).

The second one does indeed strike him down, sending him sprawling against the wall, most of the front of his chest blown away by the force of the round.

"Haha! That biggun's a chunk! He's still standing after all that!" Chubs takes aim with his mag rifle to give it another honest try after its previous failure.

8:59 AM

!roll 1d20+4 !to hit

Chubs | Levi (Dax) Roll: [17] Result: 21 Reason: to hit

!roll 2d8+4 !dmg

Chubs | Levi (Dax) Roll: [8, 6] Result: 18 Reason: dmg

(Hot dang that's a roll) (21/18)

The wire -frame bot is downed, as it tries to rise again, and you can see that both guards are now face down in the dirt. The slaves who had been cowering begin to rise to their feet, the fight suddenly over as soon as it had begun.