/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

On Psyche and Vitae:

Both are lost during certain events, and both can be spent as a 1:1 to boost relevant rolls after the fact. Vitae is not HP, it just dictates max wounds.

Deploy/deliberate:

You're not always going to be in combat and need to use rolls to decide things. Feel free to consult with one an0ther in safe houses and ask what information can be gleaned from variousources outside of combat. Here you should come up with ideas, which can be executed via the Conflict Resolution system–or maybe you'd rather fly by the seat of your pants. C'est la vie.

edit: fuck me, forgot the wounds bit–add this on to the end of the character sheet.

Wounds: (y/x)

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Name: Kali

Gender: Female

Fluff: A premier stealth expert, known for her ability to commit murder in broad daylight and stay un-spotted. Or just rob the person blind. Prefers blades and silenced pistols to work with .

Vitae: 5 (5) [+1/day]

→(Health, physical exertion)

Psyche: 4 (4) [+1/day]

→(Knowledge, mental exertion)

Luck: 0 (1) [+1/day]

→(Spend to reroll)

Cyber: 0

(How much Cyberware you have; see Items in Rules for shopping list)

[DM Fills Out]

Overdrive: (Special Snowflake /Ability/)

Edge:

Quirk:

Skills:

[Marksmanship I] [Driving I] [Swimming I] [Climbing I]

Weapon: [10mm Pistol: MT: 3, HM: -3]

Equipment:

[Zero Suit (Whole Body Below Neck)] [Helmet: Head] [Breastplate: Chest]

Kreddits: 500

Wounds: (y/x)

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>>20966

Name: Kali

Gender: Female

Fluff: A premier stealth expert, known for her ability to commit murder in broad daylight and stay un-spotted. Or just rob the person blind. Prefers blades and silenced pistols to work with .

Vitae: 5 (5) [+1/day]

Psyche: 4 (4) [+1/day]

Luck: 0 (1) [+1/day]

Cyber: 0

[DM Fills Out]

Overdrive: “Kill La Kill’d”

Spend 1 Psyche and 1 Vitae to deliver an attack with any weapon that ignores your target’s armour.

Edge: “Hidden in Plain Sight”

You may attempt Stealth in crowds as a SER (low roll better) at any time. When doing so, consider yourself to have an additional 3 levels in Stealth.

Quirk: “Maybe It’s Maybelline”

Years of disguises and changes have given your face a somewhat forgettable nature. This is great for you, because it elicits a Psyche check to visually confirm your identity–for enemies and allies alike.

Skills:

[Marksmanship III] [Stealth III] [Driving I] [Swimming I] [Climbing I] [Tracking I]

Weapon(s): [10mm Pistol: MT: 3, HM: -3]+[Silencer 10mm, affixed]

[Combat Dagger (x2)]: MT: 1, HM: +1

Equipment:

[Zero Suit (Whole Body Below Neck)] [Helmet: Head] [Breastplate: Chest] [Civvies: Corp Class Female]

Kreddits: 500

Wounds: (0/5)

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>>20972

Name: JayJay-6

Gender: Male

Fluff: The relationship of humankind to their fellow creatures on the Earth is, without much dispute, complicated. They have stayed with humankind, carried their burdens, assisted their lives, and helped them survive. Such creatures have also secured human lives against other enemies in the human condition: animals had always been creatures of war and slaughter since the earliest eras of human life. They have been where humans go: wars, raiding expeditions, campaign, and occupation. It should surprise nobody that the future maintained the trend, but this time in form of gene-therapy modified dogs utilizing the best gene stock and cyberware available. These creatures, loosely termed dogs, have begun to behave in a fashion similar to human beings – they hunt, have hobbies, and develop skills. They are, in a strange sense, human, but in a more accurate sense, animal. Such creatures live an awkward tormented life of being graced with the intellect, but in service to creatures in a relationship of bondage and sacrifice that has perpetuated for many thousands of years. The life of such creatures is a sad strange affair, but they accept it willingly – the ancient pact of the dog and pact is in the blood and in their nature. The fact that such a nature now meets the needs of man is a frightening thing, but it is the case…

Vitae: 4 (1) [+1/day]

Psyche: 1 (1) [+1/day]

Luck: 0 (1) [+1/day]

Cyber: 4 [Testosterarms] [GroundPounder Leg Enhancers] [Splazer Eyes]

Overdrive: “Amazing Sense of Smell”

Select a unique olfactory ID from the environment and latch onto it–you may detect all locations where it is present barring crossing through running water. 12 hour cooldown.

Edge: “Scuttle Buttle”

+2 to rolls that are all about not getting hit. You’ve got a low center of mass, eight legs to scuttle with, and are generally unexpected.

Quirk: “You’re a Fucking Dog”

While someone somewhere categorizes you as “uplifted” you’re not capable of direct human communication, verbally or otherwise. This also has a slew of other complications. This will however endear you to some, as the relationship between dog and man is as old as it is nuanced.

Skills:

[Marksmanship II] [Swimming II] [Climbing II] [Tracking II]

Weapon(s): [Dual 10mm Shoulder-Mounted Cannons: MT: 6, HM: -5]

[Laser Eyes: (MT: 2, TH: +2)] [Robo Bite: MT: 1, HM: +1] [Leggy Leggy Stab-Stab: MT: 3, HM: -1]

Equipment:

[Combat Chassis Mk. K-9 (Whole Body)] [Titanium Headpiece] [Reinforced Leg Armour]

Kreddits: 0 (you’re a dog)

Wounds: (0/5)

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>>21337

>requesting pricing on monomolecular kodachi, which is basically a thicker, but shorter, katana.

Kali herself sits in the back, half cloaked in shadows with her eyes closed. Anyone looking at her would see a largish woman with wiry hands and a forgettable face. She is utterly still, long practice in the art of waiting has made her very good at remaining so.

That all stops when she hears Jay-Jay speaks and she looks at her companions for the first time. Her entire face changes from the complete blank apathy of a corperate drone to genuine happiness.

She moves over from her place against the wall to the dog, "Jay! It has been a while. Good to see you are still eloquent as ever."

Kali sits next to the dog and places a hand on his flank in a brief pat. "How have you been?"

-Name: Johnny "Luck" Houzenheim

-Gender: Male

-Fluff: Johnny Houzenheim is an entirely unexceptional guy. Although physically average, Johnny has been shown to feature inhuman luck. Struck by lightning twice the day he won the lottery, he was quickly abducted by Oyabun's men quickly abducted him and briefed him on the mission, believing his luck would lead the unit to victory. He's not really sure why he's here.

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[STATS]

-Vitae: 1 (1)

-Psyche: 1 (1)

-Luck: 7 (8)

-Cyber: 0

—–

[BONUS/ECCENTRICITIES]

-Edge:

-Quirk:

—–

[SKILLS]

-Marksmanship I

-Driving I

-Swimming I

-Climbing I

—–

[EQUIPMENT]

-Body: [Zero Suit]

-Head: [Helmet]

-Chest: [Breastplate]

-Arms: [None]

-Legs: [None]

-Weapon: [10mm Pistol: MT: 3, HM: -3]

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[ACTIONS]

1.

2.

3.

>>21338

5-to-6 figures, but we can assume you come with one.

>>21337

Overdrive: "Samurai Reflexes"

Re-roll a melee attack or parry for 1 Psyche.

Edge: "Unyielding"

-2 to any roll by someone trying to evade you or otherwise avoid damage you're attempting to deal.

Quirk: "Give It All"

While not strictly bound by any sense of honour, you are utterly compelled by duty–to the Oyabun. After your failure to defend Momo the first time, you will not back down at any opportunity to further the cause of rescuing or/And avenging her and will need to make a Psyche roll to abort any action which furthers this cause in a significant way.

Skills:

[Marksmanship II] [Driving II] [Swimming I] [Climbing III] [Kendo IV]

Weapon(s): [Monomolecular Kodachi: MT: 1, HM: 1, (ignores armour)] [10mm Pistol: MT: 3, HM: -3]

Equipment:

[Exo Zero Suit (Whole Body Below Neck)] [Helmet: Head] [Breastplate: Chest] [Testosterarms: Arms] [GroundPounder Leg Enhancers: Legs] [Embedded Nanofilament Whip: Left Arm]

Kreddits: 500

Wounds: (0/3)

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>>21349

[DM Fills Out]

Overdrive: "MISSILE STORM!"

Exert 1 Vitae to lock your stance, take aim, and unleash ALL OF YOUR ROCKETS AT ONCE! This attack has a Max Targets of 20 and an HM of 0.

Edge: "Chroma Zone"

You're so cyber'd up your fucking body has had to be internally reinforced to support all the tech and wiring; as a result, you gain +3 max wounds.

Quirk: "Essence Loss"

-3 to social rolls that require empathy as the toll of so much of your body given over to cyberware begins to sink in.

Skills:

[Marksmanship I] [Driving II] [Swimming I] [Climbing I] [Explosives III]

Weapon(s): [10mm Pistol: MT: 3, HM: -3]

x3 Wrist Mounted Rocket → Shoulder Mounted Rocket Array [MT: 6, HM: -2](Collateral Damage)

x3 Write Mounted Rocket → x2 Heavy Wrist Mounted Rocket [MT: 3 HM: 0](Ignores Armour)

Equipment:

[Zero Suit (Whole Body Below Neck)] [Helmet: Head] [Bombsquad Pneumatic Rig: Torso/Arms] [Superwelder]

Kreddits: 500

Wounds: (0/4)

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>>21350

[BONUS/ECCENTRICITIES]

Overdrive: "A Really Nice Lunch!"

Exert 1 psyche to create a rather tasty meal, assuming you have access to a kitchen and ingredients.

Edge: "Postmodern War-fighter"

You're unconventional by nature. +2 to rolls to planning and intel gathering on un-military-like ops.

Quirk: "Sexy"

Sometimes people just can't get enough of you. Unfortunately, scoring with particularly hot individuals drains you of 1 Luck as you are considered to have "Gotten Lucky" generally by society, and being a normie this effects you greatly.

—–

[SKILLS]

-Accounting

-Marksmanship I

-Driving I

-Swimming I

-Climbing I

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[EQUIPMENT]

-Body: [Zero Suit (Extra Butt Lift Model)]

-Head: [Helmet]

-Chest: [Breastplate]

-Arms: [None]

-Legs: [None]

-Weapon: [10mm Pistol: MT: 3, HM: -3] [Battle Rifle: MT 4, HM -4]

Wounds: (0/1)

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Rolled 15, 6 = 21 (2d20)

>>21354

Toranaga had worked with most of the team members in training exercises leading up to this event, but he rarely spoke at length with any of them. He was here to do a job, liking these people had nothing to do with it.

"What do does the group feel would be the best use of our resources?" He asks, stepping out into the rain, he wore baggy, concealing clothing, like what a scav might wear out in the trash fields, it obscured his shape while not making it too hard for him to move, someone from a distance would be unlikely to be able to tell, by visuals alone if not scanners, that he was as cybered up as he was.

"Personally, I believe we should contact the Joji once we reach the Outown. Discover where best to strike and eliminate the triads locally. It'll secure us a more stable hub of operations from which to strike deeper if the Yakuza controls this district and can focus it's entire efforts on re-acquisition of the target." He looks at the group from behind his helmet briefly, then begins to scan the area around them.

>Both tactical actions for keeping look out in the gloom against ambush, anyone watching, anything like that.

>No social action

Name: Ryuu Toranaga

Gender: Male

Fluff: One of the Oyabun's personal enforcers. He gave up everything for the family, his last name (taking on the last name Dragon to show his dedication to the Yakuza), his body, his morals. All for the Oyabun who he fought along side to rise to the top of the criminal underground of Japan. He was rescued from the gutter by the Oyabun when he was still a lower member in the Yakuza, and has never forgotten that all that he has, is due to the Oyabun. He has stripped himself down to the core, and thinks of himself as a weapon, a razor to be deployed against the Oyabun's enemies.

He watched over the little hime, and while he failed, his body broken in the attacks, he was rebuilt with the purpose of either saving Momo, or to exact revenge on those who took her away should recovery be impossible.

[all refresh up to cap, permanent number (spendable number)]

>Vitae: 3 (3) [+1/day]

→(Health, physical exertion)

>Psyche: 1 (1) [+1/day]

→(Knowledge, mental exertion)

>Luck: 0 (1) [+1/day]

Overdrive: "Samurai Reflexes"

>Re-roll a melee attack or parry for 1 Psyche.

Edge: "Unyielding"

>-2 to any roll by someone trying to evade you or otherwise avoid damage you're attempting to deal.

Quirk: "Give It All"

>While not strictly bound by any sense of honour, you are utterly compelled by duty–to the Oyabun. After your failure to defend Momo the first time, you will not back down at any opportunity to further the cause of rescuing or/And avenging her and will need to make a Psyche roll to abort any action which furthers this cause in a significant way.

Skills:

>[Marksmanship II]

>[Driving II]

>[Swimming I]

>[Climbing III]

>[Kendo IV]

Weapon(s):

>[Monomolecular Kodachi: MT: 1, HM: 1, (ignores armour)]

>[10mm Pistol: MT: 3, HM: -3]

Equipment:

>[Exo Zero Suit (Whole Body Below Neck)]

>[Helmet: Head]

>[Breastplate: Chest]

>[Testosterarms: Arms]

>[GroundPounder Leg Enhancers: Legs]

>[Embedded Nanofilament Whip: Left Arm]

Kreddits: 500

Wounds: (0/3)

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Rolled 10, 5, 4 = 19 (3d10)

"Me? I'm gonna go be a scav." Kali gestures to the trash fields. "Perfect place to pick up a quick and ready made identity. People aren't gonna question one more trash picker coming in from a long days work."

She frowns. "Though I don't think it'll work for anyone other then our resident normie. Too much hardware installed. You guys will probably have to make your own way into town. I'll keep in touch." Kali waves over her shoulder, already moving at an easy, ground-eating pace towards her destination.

1.2. Tactical : Go to Trash Fields. Pick up some quality junk, get messed up from the dirt, then head on into town with the other scavs looking to sell their pickings. Blend in with the crowd.

3. Social. See if I can't find out who is who in Outtown by chatting up the scavs. Learning the lay of the land apart from our contact might be useful.

http://pastebin.com/50SXLL0t

Rolled 14, 16, 19 = 49 (3d20)

>>21359

>>21359

Rolling again in case you meant d20s like in the ruleset instead of the d10s you just posted.

Rolled 1, 3, 5 = 9 (3d10)

Name: JayJay-6

Gender: Male

Fluff: The relationship of humankind to their fellow creatures on the Earth is, without much dispute, complicated. They have stayed with humankind, carried their burdens, assisted their lives, and helped them survive. Such creatures have also secured human lives against other enemies in the human condition: animals had always been creatures of war and slaughter since the earliest eras of human life. They have been where humans go: wars, raiding expeditions, campaign, and occupation. It should surprise nobody that the future maintained the trend, but this time in form of gene-therapy modified dogs utilizing the best gene stock and cyberware available. These creatures, loosely termed dogs, have begun to behave in a fashion similar to human beings – they hunt, have hobbies, and develop skills. They are, in a strange sense, human, but in a more accurate sense, animal. Such creatures live an awkward tormented life of being graced with the intellect, but in service to creatures in a relationship of bondage and sacrifice that has perpetuated for many thousands of years. The life of such creatures is a sad strange affair, but they accept it willingly – the ancient pact of the dog and pact is in the blood and in their nature. The fact that such a nature now meets the needs of man is a frightening thing, but it is the case…

Vitae: 4 (1) [+1/day]

Psyche: 1 (1) [+1/day]

Luck: 0 (1) [+1/day]

Cyber: 4 [Testosterarms] [GroundPounder Leg Enhancers] [Splazer Eyes]

Overdrive: “Amazing Sense of Smell”

Select a unique olfactory ID from the environment and latch onto it–you may detect all locations where it is present barring crossing through running water. 12 hour cooldown.

Edge: “Scuttle Buttle”

+2 to rolls that are all about not getting hit. You’ve got a low center of mass, eight legs to scuttle with, and are generally unexpected.

Quirk: “You’re a Fucking Dog”

While someone somewhere categorizes you as “uplifted” you’re not capable of direct human communication, verbally or otherwise. This also has a slew of other complications. This will however endear you to some, as the relationship between dog and man is as old as it is nuanced.

Skills:

[Marksmanship II] [Swimming II] [Climbing II] [Tracking II]

Weapon(s): [Dual 10mm Shoulder-Mounted Cannons: MT: 6, HM: -5]

[Laser Eyes: (MT: 2, TH: +2)] [Robo Bite: MT: 1, HM: +1] [Leggy Leggy Stab-Stab: MT: 3, HM: -1]

Equipment:

[Combat Chassis Mk. K-9 (Whole Body)] [Titanium Headpiece] [Reinforced Leg Armour]

Kreddits: 0 (you’re a dog)

Wounds: (0/5)

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>>21339

JayJay barks and appreciates the petting, even if he can't really feel it. He barks once as the VTOL hits the sound and whines a little, then he stands up and moves to egress. Jayjay's vox then says: "EXCITEMENT" followed by "FUN".

[Actions - Scent Enemies, Rush Out, Calibrate]

[Tactical #1]

1. JayJay-6 uses his [Amazing Sense of Smell] to locate where enemies are. He remains quiet and feeds tactical information to the group members. [Scent: Enemies]

[Tactical #2]

2. JayJay, once calibrated with the other team members, bolts out of the craft and attempts to attack any hostiles and collect information. He rushes as fast as he can to avoid getting pinned and uses cover where he can find it. [Rush out]

[Social #1]

3. Before leaving the VTOL, JayJay spends some time calibrating his sensor suite and audio functions to be audible only to team members. [Calibrate audio/data]

Rolled 14, 12, 20 = 46 (3d20)

-Name: Johnny "Luck" Houzenheim

-Gender: Male

-Fluff: Johnny Houzenheim is an entirely unexceptional guy. Although physically average, Johnny has been shown to feature inhuman luck. Struck by lightning twice the day he won the lottery, he was quickly abducted by Oyabun's men quickly abducted him and briefed him on the mission, believing his luck would lead the unit to victory. He's not really sure why he's here.

—–

[STATS]

-Vitae: 1 (1)

-Psyche: 1 (1)

-Luck: 7 (8)

-Cyber: 0

—–

[EDGE/QUIRK/OVERDRIVE]

-Edge: Postmodern War-fighter - You're unconventional by nature. +2 to rolls to planning and intel gathering on un-military-like ops.

-Quirk: Sexy - Sometimes people just can't get enough of you. Unfortunately, scoring with particularly hot individuals drains you of 1 Luck as you are considered to have "Gotten Lucky" generally by society, and being a normie this effects you greatly.

-Overdrive: A Really Nice Lunch! - Exert 1 psyche to create a rather tasty meal, assuming you have access to a kitchen and ingredients.

—–

[SKILLS]

-Accounting

-Marksmanship I

-Driving I

-Swimming I

-Climbing I

—–

[EQUIPMENT]

-Body: [Zero Suit (Extra Butt Lift Model)]

-Head: [Helmet]

-Chest: [Breastplate]

-Arms: [None]

-Legs: [None]

-Weapon: [10mm Pistol: MT: 3, HM: -3][Battle Rifle: MT 4, HM -4]

—–

[WOUNDS]

Wounds 0 (1):

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[ACTIONS]

1. Draw some 'tactics' in the mud. Tic-Tac-Toe is quite tactical I hear.

2. Go look down the rocks at the town. See what I can see.

3. Go chill with the scavs, see what it is they do. I'll follow whatever the other guys do when it's actually time to go somewhere.

>>21358

forgot to ask this before. What does MT and HM stand for on the weaponry? It's not in the rules.

H-hey! Don't leave me in the VTOL like last time!

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Name: Alexis Feren

Gender: Female.

Fluff: It starts with late nights trying to make the wireless world obey kludged together home software. At some point getting a networking interface starts seeming like a good idea, because physically working the keyboard just takes too long. Right around the time where the stimulant habit gets out of control experimental half-stable electronic warfare packages is the next logical step, and in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it-transition you're spending the next years hacking into secure archives, decrypting very expensive files and wondering how all this came about from a mild fascination with data management.

Alexis Feren is an infiltration specialist with enough additions to her cereberal matter to legally classify as a supercomputer, who enjoys getting into secure compounds, stimulants, target practice and long winded discussions about the finer points of data-architecture construction. Despite the somewhat lonely nature of her profession, Alexis tries to be as social as possible. The weakest point of any network is the human element after all, and you can't spend all day cooped up in a coffin hotel playing four seperate MMORPGS at the same time. You do that at night, and then you take enough stimulants to be social during daylight hours. Not bad company, if you don't mind the shaking.

While Alexis is competent, chronic insomnia and a 24/7 connection to the wireless world along with a custom HUD set to overlay the real world tends to trip her up, or leave her wandering about a world set to "Magical Tea Party" while the bullets fly.

[Stats]

Vitae: 1 (1) [+1/day]

→(Health, physical exertion)

Psyche: 2 (1) [+1/day]

→(Knowledge, mental exertion)

Luck: 0 (1) [+1/day]

→(Spend to reroll)

Cyber: 6

NNI, OPEN, Testo-Arms, GroundPounders, data JACK, [NNI Upgrade/Hardening]?

[DM Fills Out]

Overdrive: (Special Snowflake /Ability/)

Edge:

Quirk:

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[Skills:

[Marksmanship I] [Driving I] [Swimming I] [Climbing I]

[Equipment]

Weapon: [10mm Pistol: MT: 3, HM: -3]

Gear:

[Zero Suit (Whole Body Below Neck)] [Helmet: Head] [Breastplate: Chest]

Kreddits: 500

Name: Johnny "Rocket" Baldwin

Gender: Male

Fluff:

A demolitions expert in the police, and later an advanced mortar operator in the military, ever since he was young and helped on his first 4th of July fireworks show Johnny Baldwin has shown an affinity towards explosives and missiles. He knew exactly how to aim and fire a mortar such that in the span of under a minute he could hit a moving target with three well placed rounds simultaneously.

After leaving the army and a few more years as a mercenary he has become extremely versed in his speciality, and spent much of his earnings further improving his abilities, and earning a profit for them.

His most recent purchase is a large specially modified backpack with four additional mechanical arms each linked to a neural interface, capable of wielding both ranged weapons but the most important of which is the of all the rocket auto-loader feeder system. All thanks in part to the luck of him being hired by Oyabun after a rather flashy display. He's trained, practiced, even fought with these such that they have become almost like a true part of him.

Serving as the team's demolitionist, he might not be the fastest or the strongest but he definitely knows how to pack a punch! The Oyabun has seen it fit to hire him for the added assurance that more than a bit of firepower can bring to any engagement.

Vitae: 1 (1) [+1/day]

→(Health, physical exertion)

Psyche: 1 (1) [+1/day]

→(Knowledge, mental exertion)

Luck: 0 (1) [+1/day]

→(Spend to reroll)

Cyber: 7

[DM Fills Out]

Overdrive: "MISSILE STORM!"

Exert 1 Vitae to lock your stance, take aim, and unleash ALL OF YOUR ROCKETS AT ONCE! This attack has a Max Targets of 20 and an HM of 0.

Edge: "Chroma Zone"

You're so cyber'd up your fucking body has had to be internally reinforced to support all the tech and wiring; as a result, you gain +3 max wounds.

Quirk: "Essence Loss"

-3 to social rolls that require empathy as the toll of so much of your body given over to cyberware begins to sink in.

Skills:

[Marksmanship I] [Driving II] [Swimming I] [Climbing I] [Explosives III]

Weapon(s): [10mm Pistol: MT: 3, HM: -3]

>Shoulder Mounted Rocket Array [MT: 6, HM: -2](Collateral Damage)

>Left Heavy Wrist Mounted Rocket [MT: 3 HM: 0](Ignores Armour)

>Right Heavy Wrist Mounted Rocket [MT: 3 HM: 0](Ignores Armour)

Equipment:

[Zero Suit (Whole Body Below Neck)] [Helmet: Head] [Bombsquad Pneumatic Rig: Torso/Arms] [Superwelder]

Kreddits: 500

Wounds: (0/7 [4+3 Max])

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Rolled 10, 38, 45 = 93 (3d100)

>>21601

>>21361

"Alright Jay, you tag em

I'll bag em. With MISSILES."

1. Find a high place. A tower or something. Get on it.

2. Work with Jay-Jay as he sniffs out enemies. Then lock onto them.

3. Be prepared to FIRE.