Savage Worlds Rifts [IC]
Squidge frowned and cracked her knuckles.
"You know, when they found the first squad they sent after me tied up and singing nursery rhymes, they figured...hey, she's a telepath. Lets get her with robots."
She shook her head.
"Robot brains...living brains...it's all kind of the same thing though. Just different ways to throw the same basic stuff around. And I don't have to hold back with robots."
There was a little -crack- noise as a spark arced across a gap between metal plates on the ATV. Then another. Everyone felt a heaviness in the air, the kind of thick weight and scent that presaged a thunderstorm. Squidge pulled a pair of goggles out from her pouch and set them over her eyes.
"Y'all may want to look away fer a second," she said in an exaggerated drawl.
Aw man, it felt good to cut loose.
Blue-white rivers of electricity licked out from Squidge's armor and caressed the ground around her. It curled around her face, twined amongst the dark strands of her hair, painted the spaces defined between her arms and legs with glowing filaments.
She closed her eyes and listened. It was like tuning a radio. Just fsssshhhhh at first. The noise of charges in the atmosphere, of piezoelectric reactions in the earth. Under the white noise though was a buzz, a hiss, a series of tick tick tickticktick ticktick tick. Squidge had, since she was a kid first learning what she could do, listened to the sounds in the wires. Over time, she'd pieced together how the 'language' worked.
...patrol status: targetrecognized: engage; aimbot301.ce:verifydestruction: patrolstatusupdate...
A ghostly murmur of artificial intelligence. Cycling between standing orders to patrol an area, and the target identification subsystem which had pattern-recognition data that told the robot who was friendly and who was not. In practice, this meant visual cues, a list of them, which when present would cause the robots to identify contacts as nonhostile. In the presence of anything that didn't match those cues, the patrol orders were interrupted by a combat subsystem, which would then check to see if all hostiles were destroyed...and if so, the patrol would resume.
Targeting parameters would be the easiest point of attack, Squidge decided. Delete all the Coalition-specific stuff...annnnd add in any features that the people down there had in common. Then they'd actually defend the d-bees down there.
And would probably be an unpleasant surprise for the local Coalition outpost when they returned from patrol and found 'hostiles' manning the outpost.
Even at this distance, the group could see halos of St. Elmo's Fire start crawling over the surface of the Skelebots. You couldn't avoid a bit of display when manipulating enough power to mess with digital instructions through ceramic-metal casings. Plus, it was cool! Induction made 'echoes' of Squidge's instructions inside the interface plugs in the robots, which obediently sent them on into the optical control chips and circuits. It was as if she'd actually connected to them via wires.
From there it was just a matter of doing the substitution of target recognition protocols. Something Squidge had actually done before, albeit not for such a good cause.
(Exalted Telepathy: 6ISP to contact any number of minds within 1 mile (in this case all coalition robots). Roll: telepathy: 1D12.OPEN(10) = [10, 2] = 12
1D6.OPEN(6) = [3] = 3
That's contested by the robots' Spirit. Then I think a Computer roll is appropriate to actually make the changes to their programming: Computer: 1D6.OPEN(6) = [5] = 5
1D6.OPEN(6) = [1] = 1
)
(Er...note, Psionics roll was 10, not 12. I accidentally set the OPEN factor to 10, and it exploded incorrectly. Oops!)
"You know, when they found the first squad they sent after me tied up and singing nursery rhymes, they figured...hey, she's a telepath. Lets get her with robots."
She shook her head.
"Robot brains...living brains...it's all kind of the same thing though. Just different ways to throw the same basic stuff around. And I don't have to hold back with robots."
There was a little -crack- noise as a spark arced across a gap between metal plates on the ATV. Then another. Everyone felt a heaviness in the air, the kind of thick weight and scent that presaged a thunderstorm. Squidge pulled a pair of goggles out from her pouch and set them over her eyes.
"Y'all may want to look away fer a second," she said in an exaggerated drawl.
Aw man, it felt good to cut loose.
Blue-white rivers of electricity licked out from Squidge's armor and caressed the ground around her. It curled around her face, twined amongst the dark strands of her hair, painted the spaces defined between her arms and legs with glowing filaments.
She closed her eyes and listened. It was like tuning a radio. Just fsssshhhhh at first. The noise of charges in the atmosphere, of piezoelectric reactions in the earth. Under the white noise though was a buzz, a hiss, a series of tick tick tickticktick ticktick tick. Squidge had, since she was a kid first learning what she could do, listened to the sounds in the wires. Over time, she'd pieced together how the 'language' worked.
...patrol status: targetrecognized: engage; aimbot301.ce:verifydestruction: patrolstatusupdate...
A ghostly murmur of artificial intelligence. Cycling between standing orders to patrol an area, and the target identification subsystem which had pattern-recognition data that told the robot who was friendly and who was not. In practice, this meant visual cues, a list of them, which when present would cause the robots to identify contacts as nonhostile. In the presence of anything that didn't match those cues, the patrol orders were interrupted by a combat subsystem, which would then check to see if all hostiles were destroyed...and if so, the patrol would resume.
Targeting parameters would be the easiest point of attack, Squidge decided. Delete all the Coalition-specific stuff...annnnd add in any features that the people down there had in common. Then they'd actually defend the d-bees down there.
And would probably be an unpleasant surprise for the local Coalition outpost when they returned from patrol and found 'hostiles' manning the outpost.
Even at this distance, the group could see halos of St. Elmo's Fire start crawling over the surface of the Skelebots. You couldn't avoid a bit of display when manipulating enough power to mess with digital instructions through ceramic-metal casings. Plus, it was cool! Induction made 'echoes' of Squidge's instructions inside the interface plugs in the robots, which obediently sent them on into the optical control chips and circuits. It was as if she'd actually connected to them via wires.
From there it was just a matter of doing the substitution of target recognition protocols. Something Squidge had actually done before, albeit not for such a good cause.
(Exalted Telepathy: 6ISP to contact any number of minds within 1 mile (in this case all coalition robots). Roll: telepathy: 1D12.OPEN(10) = [10, 2] = 12
1D6.OPEN(6) = [3] = 3
That's contested by the robots' Spirit. Then I think a Computer roll is appropriate to actually make the changes to their programming: Computer: 1D6.OPEN(6) = [5] = 5
1D6.OPEN(6) = [1] = 1
)
(Er...note, Psionics roll was 10, not 12. I accidentally set the OPEN factor to 10, and it exploded incorrectly. Oops!)
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KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Oklahoma
PA 109 (May 19)/Night
Round 1
Alenysturathe followed the advice of her friends and didn’t fly, or change yet. But she wanted to stretch her wings! She itched at her arms, the change wanting to come, but she would wait until they were under cover. They found an underground garage and parked as a storm blew in. Alenys finally was able to change and groaned as she stretched her wings as much as she could and curled protectively around the campsite.
They traveled through the rain the next day and settled into a warehouse that night. Alenys had just changed into dragon form for bed when the panicked shouting began across the warehouse. Several blue-skinned elf-like creatures stumbled into their campsite and prostrated themselves, as if in fear.
And then a bunch of Coalition skelbots appeared. Alenys recognized them from the Coalition forces that had attacked her when she first hatched and growled menacingly. James blasted at the skelbots with his rifle and Dawn hid behind a pillar. Alenysturathe moved her bulk in front of the Cless and the blue elves, waiting for the robots to get closer, smoke curling from her jaws. As the new girl Squidge did something that flashed lightning around, Alenys peered into the darkness trying to spot who might be controlling the robots.
“The rail gun,” Alenys told Dawn. “It should have the range.”
Since Squidge looked to be doing something against the robots, Alenys flicked her tail around, tapping the mage and casting a spell. Squidge felt her skin harden as it grew dragon scales.
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[sblock=Actions]
Move: Shield DeeBees
Action: Armor spell: 1D10.OPEN(10) = [1] = 1
1D6.OPEN(6) = [3] = 3
Ugh. Going to Benny that for a reroll
Armor spell: 1D10.OPEN(10) = [4] = 4
1D6.OPEN(6) = [4] = 4
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[sblock=Tracking]
Conditions: Armor spell (on Squidge): 3/3r
Bennies: 2/3
Recharge:
Hours Left for Human: 0/8 Reset: 6/6 hours
Flaming Scales: 8/8 rounds Reset 10/10m 3d6 fire MD
ISP Regen: 30/30m=1 ISP
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[sblock=Alenysturathe Mini-stats]
Alenysturathe Character Sheet
Parry: 7
Toughness (Dragon): 34 (+16 MDC)
Toughness (Human): 17 (+8 MDC)
Wounds: 0
Slow Regeneration: Make a natural healing roll once per day.
PPE: 10/10
ISP: 8/10
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James acted quickly and pulled out his laser rifle and shot and staggered one of the advancing robots while Squidge reached out and by-passed the firewalls of five of the skelebots. Alenys changed into her dragon form and lept to shield the DBees from the advancing Coalition forces. The DBees of course screamed in fear, most falling to the ground and covering their eyes at the sight of the dragon hatchling. The young dragon also reach out with her mind to help hardened the skin of Spuidge.
The Skelebots raced forward and unload a huge barrage of laser fire at Alenys. Most miss and of the two that do strike the dragon only one causes her a slight bump that she feels through her scaled hide...
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These are AP-2 Mega Damage Attacks so Alenys has a Toughness of 32 vs. them; CharlotteOz
Explorer
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"They would be a million dang miles away..." Dawn cursed, and reached inside of herself, activating the telekinetic boost that would hasten her ability to close with the enemy.
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She then set off, at top pace, the speed with which she ran flatterning out her fur and causing her duster to flare up like a cape. She stuck to cover behind columns and whatever she could find, and sighted, taking another shot at the Skelebots.
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James fired again with his rifle. He didn't like it as much, preferring his revolvers. Used less ammo that way. But, they weren't close enough, so until they were, he'd use the rifle.
If there is cover closer, then James will run 6" closer and find cover after firing. If there's no cover, James will stay where he is.
If there is cover closer, then James will run 6" closer and find cover after firing. If there's no cover, James will stay where he is.
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KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Oklahoma
PA 109 (May 19)/Night
Round 2
Alenysturathe growled a bit as she was hit. “I actually felt that,” she said. “It tickled.”
Dawn dashed ahead, and Alenys couldn’t let her get closer to the enemy alone. Hoping to distract the skelbots, she took to the air, flying toward the opposite flank that dawn had gone, roaring loudly. She reached out with her mind for Dawn, who felt a surge of vigor.
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[sblock=Actions]
Move: Fly to 62”
Action: Boost Vigor on Dawn
Boost Vigor: 1D10.OPEN(10)-1 = [1]-1 = 0
1D6.OPEN(6)-1 = [4]-1 = 3
Sigh. Going to Benny that, too.
Boost Vigor: 1D10.OPEN(10)-1 = [10, 10, 10, 4]-1 = 33
1D6.OPEN(6)-1 = [6, 5]-1 = 10
Well...damn. Wish that was a damage roll! Too bad I can’t raise more than 2!
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[sblock=Tracking]
Conditions: Armor spell (on Squidge): 2/3r; Boost Vigor (on Dawn): 3/3r
Bennies: 1/3
Recharge:
Hours Left for Human: 0/8 Reset: 6/6 hours
Flaming Scales: 8/8 rounds Reset 10/10m 3d6 fire MD
ISP Regen: 30/30m=1 ISP
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[sblock=Alenysturathe Mini-stats]
Alenysturathe Character Sheet
Parry: 7
Toughness (Dragon): 34 (+16 MDC)
Toughness (Human): 17 (+8 MDC)
Wounds: 0
Slow Regeneration: Make a natural healing roll once per day.
PPE: 10/10
ISP: 6/10
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