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From Molotov: "Da," I say and it's enough to stop the onslaught of words. I know what the Sparekeys are. To Misty, with a slightly raised eyebrow, which is a lot considering who raises it, "Is there anything like that, maybe, you are needing done? …
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From Molotov: Well, at least Misty didn't take this gennie Cs have lost. It's a pity that fuel-generator we were using back in Grease Park is currently shrapnel, lodged inside who-knows-how-many dead bodies. I give Artec a look that is like, will …
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From Molotov: Artec sits, of course. The two women sit near one another. I stay standing, and stare into the black mirror of coffee. I wonder if she guessed how I took it? "Sparekeys are looking for rooms, is quite a few, for... the next couple of…
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From Molotov: It's Never Summer, Artec and I entering Misty's caboose. The other Sparekeys linger outside, and you know, around. On the way, through the tunnels, Never Summer told me the story of 'the Grease Park's Suicide.' I bring tzir because vt…
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From Molotov I don't want to crush that hopeful look, but, "If we returned something we do not have. Nyet vtoroy. I want to fuck these guys up as much as you, for Grease Park, for blaming us for their own inability to keep their shit together. But,…
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From Molotov: What reason is there for Never Summer to feel defiant? There're only Sparekeys here, and the first one to accuse tzir of making a mistake gets shot. Tze did a good job. And if a mistake was made, it was mine. I pull Never Summer asid…
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Let's see us... • not lose anybody • do 2-Harm AP to the Invaders
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OOC: Evacuate Grease Park. Roll+Cool. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 6, 6. Total: 13)
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From Molotov: "OK!" I am saying, but not shouting, because who gains any control from shouting? It's the unsure man that shouts. "OK, I get it, this is big deal." And I'm talking to Invert, with a hand on her shoulder; young King doesn't matter and…
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From Molotov: Fuck. Of course it comes down to yet another choice with no "right" decision. You could say the entire world went left after the Fall. But, life is full of hard decisions, and it's the man's job to be making them look easy. So I clic…
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OOC: Okay. Da. Pack Alpha. Roll+Hard. (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 5, 2. Total: 10)
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From Molotov It's to that chorus of gunfire and screaming that I'm holstering my magnum and slinging my cheap, second-hand hunting rifle over a shoulder. I'm now dressed, head-to-toe in kevlar and ski-gear and tattoos, with a poncho for flair. Roxy…
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From Molotov: It's banging, da? I'm up and unholstered in a single motion, like stretching and yawning. But, the gun is lowered as Invert is revealed. "Fuck," is my response to the news, and I take a little moment to think, covering my face with gu…
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From Molotov: The words of one particular sword-fetishist echo in my head, and I hold back a bark of laughter. I'm smiling tightly at the ceiling when I finally reply softly, "You're a worthy partner."
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From Molotov: I'm frowning by the time she's done, and the whole thing feels like a swollen stone in my gut. It would be one thing if she was being okay with this abortion; it is not that thing. "Da, it is," I parrot her words simply, and kiss her …
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OOC: Going Aggro. Roll+Hard. +1XP. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 1, 3. Total: 5)
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[Trek] I take a deep breath and smile and wipe my brow and smooth down my hair. A little bit of blood is smeared there. I'll have to get that cleaned up later. "Tal'di? Well, that's a nice name. Hello, Tal'di. You can call me Trek, since I'm a frie…
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[Trek] In the blink of an eye, my blaster is unholstered and then fired at the Tailhead prisoner's legs. And over the sound of the screaming, I add my own shrill voice, "WHAT IS HIS NAME, TORREN?" You know how people say 'I saw red' as if it's a t…
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From Molotov: I'm tracing Roxy's spine with a finger. And like always, I speak without thinking. I don't need to think; the truth is what your gut tells you. "Hrm. Good, is better to not bring little life into this world, is too many suffering alre…
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BAM! Roxy gets +1. From Molotov: Hah. What is the best part of tonight's fucking? It was quick. Which, at the end of long day, with much walking in snow, with fresh bullet wounds raw and itching, is perfect amount of time. And, maybe she is knowin…
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[Trek] Oh, so the Ithorian is one of those types. It's unmistakable, the way his grotesque head turns, how he shifts when one of them mumble in discomfort. My grin grows and I say to him, "Stranger? Please, call me Trek. It's what all my friends ca…
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OOC: Spending only hold... • how could I get Torren to break under torture?
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OOC: Observe the Hammerhead. Roll+Sharp. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 3, 3. Total: 7)
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[Trek] The words 'refuse to talk' elicit a sharp intake of breath. I feel like Carnival Week has come early. As for requisitioning reinforcements, I'll handle it all later, when this operation is said and done. I'm sure the success of this mission…
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OOC: Options... • suffer little harm • take definite hold of it
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OOC: Seizing by Force. Roll+Hard. +1XP. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 3, 5. Total: 9)
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[Trek] Oh, that was sweet to behold. It tastes better the less they want it. She gets a small nod back, and then I'm going to find my Sergeant and see how the clean up went.
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[Trek] I'd rather have my hooks in deep. "Keep the creds, Kelborn. We'll say you owe me. After all, this has been relatively smooth, and look - " a glance over my shoulder, "- alive, breathing and in our custody. Your man's life would have been wor…
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[Trek] "Send reinforcements. Clean them up," I order Sergeant Pester confidently, before taking a few steps forward to meet Kelborn in the center of the room. "Trouble?" It looks like trouble, from her face, and this doesn't amuse me.
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From Molotov: I make all those near-silent, chest-deep sounds that get made when you let them. A part of me wants to be stopping for just a sec, talk a little bit more about Invert, but there's those lips — and I won't lie, she hits a nerve with al…