BIG DAMN HEROES - a d20 Firefly Campaign [IC]
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Watus
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Helsinki, Cash & Baxter:
OOC: Round 2:
23 - Helsinki
14 - Beale
08 - Baxter
04 - Cash
Helsinki steps out of her berth wearing her shoulder holster. She takes one look at Cash and his bloody nose, another at Beale and his pugnacious expression. Correctly reading the situation, she draws her pistol shoots Beale through the shoulder.
[OOC: 1d20+9+1->[17,9,1]=(27), 2d8->[5,2]=(7)]
Beale spins to face Helsinki, his hand instinctively gripping to the stinging pain in his arm. "You BOO hway-HUN duh PUO-foo1! You gorram shot me!"
He takes an unstead step backwards. The sound of the shot is stell echoing through the bay and the smell of burnt powder fills the air.
FYI: In most combat situations, I'll be making cool checks for the NPCs. I won't, however, be forcing them on the PCs. You're free to decide how your characters react to being shot at. Beale failed his this round.
Bastion, Kai & Win:
As you make your way into the cavernous cargo bay, a shot rings out from the catwalk above.
Mel:
The grizzled stranger turns at your question and seems about to say something cutting when a shot rings out from inside the ship above. The stranger turns sharply at the noise and curses in Mandarin. He spins on his heel, stalks off toward the massive Dragonfly across the concourse, muttering darkly.
1remorseless harridan
OOC: Round 2:
23 - Helsinki
14 - Beale
08 - Baxter
04 - Cash
Helsinki steps out of her berth wearing her shoulder holster. She takes one look at Cash and his bloody nose, another at Beale and his pugnacious expression. Correctly reading the situation, she draws her pistol shoots Beale through the shoulder.
[OOC: 1d20+9+1->[17,9,1]=(27), 2d8->[5,2]=(7)]
Beale spins to face Helsinki, his hand instinctively gripping to the stinging pain in his arm. "You BOO hway-HUN duh PUO-foo1! You gorram shot me!"
He takes an unstead step backwards. The sound of the shot is stell echoing through the bay and the smell of burnt powder fills the air.
FYI: In most combat situations, I'll be making cool checks for the NPCs. I won't, however, be forcing them on the PCs. You're free to decide how your characters react to being shot at. Beale failed his this round.
Bastion, Kai & Win:
As you make your way into the cavernous cargo bay, a shot rings out from the catwalk above.
Mel:
The grizzled stranger turns at your question and seems about to say something cutting when a shot rings out from inside the ship above. The stranger turns sharply at the noise and curses in Mandarin. He spins on his heel, stalks off toward the massive Dragonfly across the concourse, muttering darkly.
1remorseless harridan
Lot
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Jon was running with the bag to draw Beale away and maybe taunt him off the boat. When Jon hears the gunshot, he stops running and looks back. Seeing Beale wounded and Helsinki holding a smoking pistol, he waits to see what is going to happen next. Jon's mouth starts running, instantly trying to calm the escalating situation.
"Okay, okay. Everyone calm down. Beale lay down, you're hurt. We...we can figure something out, alright?"
"Okay, okay. Everyone calm down. Beale lay down, you're hurt. We...we can figure something out, alright?"
Watus
First Post
Helsinki, Baxter and Cash:
Beale gives himself a shake, his perpetual scowl reasserting itself. He looks at the mule. He looks at Helsinki. He looks straight down the barrel of Helsinki's autoloader.
Grimacing, he spits a great gob of phlem on the catwalk right next to Helsinki's foot. "I ain't gonna forget this, mei mei1. You best hope you don't see me again." Helsinki does not so much as twitch a muscle.
He takes a few steps backwards and nearly collides with Baxter. "You neither, Jon. Best grow eyes in the back o' your head 'cause I ain't the forgettin' kind."
He levels one more scowl at his three former crewmates and then stomps off in the direction of the foremost stairs to the middeck.
Kai and Win:
The woman on the catwalk stands stock still, her pistol perfectly steady, a neutral expression on her face. Someone above is speaking in a gravelly voice.
Mel:
The stranger pulls his communicator out as he nears the ramp of the ship. "Corbin! Get Lane on the gorram horn," he shouts into it. "We got a situation here as might interest her."
He steps onto the ramp, laughing to himself. "Some bendan thinks he won himself her ship."
Mel glances at the plackard out front of the enormous Dragonfly. It reads: Rapacious, Capt. Conrad DeWitte.
1"Little sister."
Beale gives himself a shake, his perpetual scowl reasserting itself. He looks at the mule. He looks at Helsinki. He looks straight down the barrel of Helsinki's autoloader.
Grimacing, he spits a great gob of phlem on the catwalk right next to Helsinki's foot. "I ain't gonna forget this, mei mei1. You best hope you don't see me again." Helsinki does not so much as twitch a muscle.
He takes a few steps backwards and nearly collides with Baxter. "You neither, Jon. Best grow eyes in the back o' your head 'cause I ain't the forgettin' kind."
He levels one more scowl at his three former crewmates and then stomps off in the direction of the foremost stairs to the middeck.
Kai and Win:
The woman on the catwalk stands stock still, her pistol perfectly steady, a neutral expression on her face. Someone above is speaking in a gravelly voice.
Mel:
The stranger pulls his communicator out as he nears the ramp of the ship. "Corbin! Get Lane on the gorram horn," he shouts into it. "We got a situation here as might interest her."
He steps onto the ramp, laughing to himself. "Some bendan thinks he won himself her ship."
Mel glances at the plackard out front of the enormous Dragonfly. It reads: Rapacious, Capt. Conrad DeWitte.
1"Little sister."
