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Alpha Blue: Sleazy Adventures

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Davian_Veq said:
Esme

I let out a put-upon huff, and resolve to get ready to crack some skulls.
As I angrily stomp to the arena, my muttered words are barely heard.
"Well, let's be about it, then..."

"I hate to ruin a pretty face like yours. But I NEED to get on that bus Toots," said Q'azahn. He slashes wildly at Esme and grazes her shoulder.

to hit: 1, 4
4 is a hit for 1d6 damage.

6 Damage. ouch. Esme is at 19/25 HP.
 
Revnarh said:
Lorelya didn't know what was going on here. One moment she was having a drink and flirting with a sexy woman and then she was on a bus with a group of people she didn't even know. She really shouldn't have swallowed that pan-galactic garble blaster, Lory never could hold her liquor very well and got easily drunk. It was a mystery how she remained a virgin during her travels...sometimes she liked to have a glass of wine with her travel companions in the past. "What's going on? And where am I?" Lorelya looked around to find out the situation.

Sadly, Lorelya has a mutual friend with Aldrenid among the Satin knights. Maybe why she got roped into helping. "You are on a bus to Al Raza to find a Sex replicant turned assassin and talk to her. The bus is overbooked and you must win a fight or bullshit your way on," said SETARAM the guard bot to Lory.
 
Zeth said:
"I hate to ruin a pretty face like yours. But I NEED to get on that bus Toots," said Q'azahn. He slashes wildly at Esme and grazes her shoulder.

to hit: 1, 4
4 is a hit for 1d6 damage.

6 Damage. ouch. Esme is at 19/25 HP.
Esme

"RaagH! You bastard, I can't waste time with this bullshit."
So saying, I gripped my hammer in two of my left hands, and swung it low, the other arms obscuring its arc. I could at least aim to shatter a kneecap.
(2d6 - 2,6)
My sweep caught Q'azahn off guard, and smashed through his legs, smacking him with the force of my blow.
(3d6 - 2,4,4 = 10)
 
Davian_Veq said:
Zeth said:
"I hate to ruin a pretty face like yours. But I NEED to get on that bus Toots," said Q'azahn. He slashes wildly at Esme and grazes her shoulder.

to hit: 1, 4
4 is a hit for 1d6 damage.

6 Damage. ouch. Esme is at 19/25 HP.
Esme

"RaagH! You bastard, I can't waste time with this bullshit."
So saying, I gripped my hammer in two of my left hands, and swung it low, the other arms obscuring its arc. I could at least aim to shatter a kneecap.
(2d6 - 2,6)
My sweep caught Q'azahn off guard, and smashed through his legs, smacking him with the force of my blow.
(3d6 - 2,4,4 = 10)

Q'azahn's leg crumples and is reduced to a bloody stump. He shrieks in pain. "Wait! I yield! You can go to Al Raza. As a matter of fact you can use this to," exclaims Q'azahn not wanting to die for a seat on the bus. He gives Esme the Cyborg Assasin memory tapes. She has won a seat on the bus and if she let's him go, Q'azahn will limp off to get his leg fixed.

Q'azahn HP 15/25
 
Zeth said:
Q'azahn's leg crumples and is reduced to a bloody stump. He shrieks in pain. "Wait! I yield! You can go to Al Raza. As a matter of fact you can use this to," exclaims Q'azahn not wanting to die for a seat on the bus. He gives Esme the Cyborg Assasin memory tapes. She has won a seat on the bus and if she let's him go, Q'azahn will limp off to get his leg fixed.

Q'azahn HP 15/25
Esme

"Oh go on. Er, no hards feelings, right? Toodles!"
Quickly scampering her way back to the shuttle, I take the first seat I can find, and glare in a particularly distrustful manner at random other passengers.
 
Ok, instead of fighting I try to use my zedi powers to get one of the passengers to leave so I can take his/her seat. I've rolled a 4.
 
Aldernid
Aldrenid's opponent is Rassor. He is an alien that has Insane-looking bug eyes, three-fingered hands, and froths at the mouth. He has a fondness for drugs and alchol and rumored to be wanted for murder. He carries Forty-eight blue bucks, A space rabbit's foot, and Three humanoid (but clearly alien) fingers. His weapon of choice is Neon frisbee. Rassor looks to Aldrenid and says in his best tough guy voice, "Come at me Bro!"

Lorelya
Please rolepolay. Type in the third person and explain how she uses her powers. Right now it is like your talking and killing the mood.

4- Partial success.

When you try reaching out with the force a space dwarf speaks up to you. "Well I vam out of tequilla. Tell you what. You spot me say 50 blue bucks, and I'll let you have my spot on the bus. I can wait 10 hours for the next flight. I'm not really in a rush," said the Dwarf.

Esme, Xanxia, and Tammi
Q'azahn fucked up and attacked Esme instead of Tammi. So Tammi can just get on the bus if she wants. No one wants to fight her since they heard of her career choice. The former answering machine turned robot guard might be able to play those memory tapes.
 
(Sorry for being out of character...)

Lorelya knows that the mission is more important than some money and gives the space dwarf 50 blue bucks. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, sir." She waits for him to leave before she sits down in the now free seat.
 
Curiosity springs in Esme, and she asks the other about the tapes.
"Think it's worth a try listening to them, everyone? I'm not sure where they're from, but no lead uninvestigated, right. Hey, mister roboto, can you play these tapes for us?"
 
Aldrenid simply draws his blaster and fires he has no intention of getting close to the guy, in fact, he would have preferred not to fight at all.

(assuming I roll 2d6)

I got a 4 first and then a 6.

I am assuming that is 3d6 damage. Which is 8 (1 4 and 3) in that order.

If he is able he is going to continue to keep his distance from this guy.
 
Aldrenid

Rassor planned on fighting from a distances as well. He tried to dodge the blaster and took a shot to the hand for his troubles, losing three fingers. "Good thing I got a spare set," he said attaching the three fingers in his pocket to the bloody stumps. Fucking weird ass alien. Rassor tosses his neon Frisbee at Aldrenid. It hits the psychic in the chest so hard the force of the blow knocks him on his ass and probably cracked his ribs.


3,6
rolling 3d6

4,5,6,3 = 18 damage
6 on damage explode re-roll and add to it.

Holy shit on a stick! Aldrenid is down to 7/25 hp!

Rassor 17/25 hp.
 
Lorelya, Esme, Xanxia, and Tammi

After paying the blue bucks the Zedi managed to secure a seat on the shuttle. You are all able to see the fight. Maybe you could help Aldrenid somehow? Distract Razzor?

SETARAM begins to play the tapes of the assassin cyborg's memories. It is what you expect. However among the memories is mentioning of Ilsa the replicate you are looking for. It also mentions Illsa is being hunted by Aaak Aas, some alien thug. So she is now using an alias.
 
Xanxia

"Hey, Rassor, the police is coming!" that is all I can do for the poor Templar, and even that is because he is human, and bug-eye just makes me shudder in revulsion. But then I look forward, nonchalantly, playing that it was not me who called out.

Hearing the tape, I ask SETARAM to replay that two Ilsas, concentrating on the memoirs if those are truly the same or different... Now we only have to find Aaak Aas, or at least follow its tracks... But I do not think that we have time to do it before the Bus goes to the planet.
 
Lorelya, still a little bit drunk from the drink at the bar earlier, closes her eyes to rest while they are on the bus and doesn't hear anything the robot is telling them. She really shouldn't drink any unknown beverages offered by a stranger...
 
Aldrenid has no other options really other than that one time he has never really been in a fight so he is just going to go for it a pray for the best.

he gets a 5 and a 3 for his attacks so 2 dice which are a 2 and a 4 for damage.

his next plan is to try and stop that freaking frisbee in mid-flight using his TK if possible he will steal it (let me know if that is even a thing)
 
Esme is feeling particularly callous, having no attachment to the others, and a healthy dose of paranoia at the moment. She sits back uncaring whether the others manage to gain entry themselves.
 
lilithsboy said:
Aldrenid has no other options really other than that one time he has never really been in a fight so he is just going to go for it a pray for the best.

he gets a 5 and a 3 for his attacks so 2 dice which are a 2 and a 4 for damage.

his next plan is to try and stop that freaking frisbee in mid-flight using his TK if possible he will steal it (let me know if that is even a thing)

Rassor is shot again but when he hears the thing about the police he looks up. He now realizes this fight is being televised all over the station. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" says the alien. He tosses 43 blue bucks at Aldrenid and shouts,"You never met me, Understood!?" Bug eyes then flees the arena and thus forfeits the fight.

Rassor 11/25 HP
Aldrenid 7/25 HP
Aldrenid Wins!
 
Aldrenid staggers over and collects the blue bucks and then goes to see the arena medic in order to get patched up before taking his place on the shuttle. "Well that certainly ended better than it should have thank you Istirre."
 
Aldrenid
The nice and buxom nurse bot sets Aldrenid's ribs and ribs and gives him a hand job. He feels better!

5, 5 so 10 HP healed!

17/25 HP.

Everyone

With the matters of seating settled you are all on the sleazeoid express and it departs for Al Raza.

As per Xanxia's request, SEPTRAM plays the memories of the cyborg assasin with Illsa. The tape shows from the assassin's point of view him having sex with Illsa. They are doing it doggy style so you can not see her face, just long platinum blonde hair. From what you can see of her she is a great babe and the two are rutting like animals. The passengers on the ship also watch the holographic memory projection and are getting turned on. When it is finished some of them clap thinking you were putting on a show. A Swarthy man asks Xanxia if she has any more 'free sample clips' thinking she is a porn vid sales woman.

Lorelya said she won't drink anything from strangers. But how about smoke? A cute female looking alien sitting next to her says,"Hey there. Looks like you could use a friend. Want some of my hookah? It has some really great stuff laced in it." Hookahs being the personal smoking devices people use because open flames on a space ship would cause a fire.
 
Aldrienaid ensures he gets a seat next to Xanxia.

"I do want to thank you for your assistance with my bout, I doubt I could have survived another hit like that he was murderous. So tell me, what you think about this tape? It disturbs me that they issued such an order on so little... That could be literally anyone. I am beginning to wonder if this person simply did not upset the wrong people otherwise they could have gotten someone else to do this and not extort us."

He tries to strike up a conversation with the noble and also attempts to pick her brain (though not as invasively as he could) about the situation they both find themselves in.
 
Lorelya opens her eyes when she hears someone talking to her and smiles at the cute alien next to her. "Thanks for the offer, I always tried one of those." She takes the hookah and inhales deeply before coughing out some smoke. "That's strong...but kinda nice. How about we go to a more private place to be alone?"
 
Aldrienaid

Every time you use you psychic powers you must roll dice. There is a chance you will be detected.

Lorelya

She is a really tall woman with snake-like pubic hair, pale green skin, and three breasts. She introduces herself as Arjen. She is wanted for Anti-corporate demonstrations. "Private? This bus is super cramped and we can't really go anyhere alse. But I assure you I can be very...discrete," she explains. Her Silky hand runs over Lorelya's crotch.

Esma
Septram returns the memory tapes to you. He(? She? It?) then asks in a hushed tone,"Could you use your technical skills to raise my combat prowess a little? I'm basicly a floating answering machine with a blaster attached."
 
Esme

I regard Septram for a few moments, and then slap all six of my hands together, rubbing them in glee.
"O-hoh, yes I can do that, you sexy little robot, you. I hope your circuits are ready for this!"
Anyone looking can see a mad glint in all eight of my eyes, and several nearby passengers shuffle away as far as they can.
(3d6 due to arms? - 3, 6, 6)
(Or a base 2d6? - 5, 6)
Several other passengers lean even further away from the maelstrom of sparks, metal, cursing and cackling taking place in the corner of the transport.
As the smoke clears, Septram emerges, looking themselves over.
 
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