CY_BORG: VIP Abduction

[Sly Boots]

And now a d8 for damage!

Another 6!

[Stormbringer]

While the hacker pilot moves the drone to get a better angle on Doze, she leaps out from cover and slashes the machine with her monosword.

The blade slices right through in a shower of sparks. The flyer falls to the ground with a metallic crash.

[Sly Boots]

Salvage time!

[Stormbringer]

Will Doze attempt to repair the drone now, or put the scrap in the taxi for later?

[Sly Boots]

Will Doze attempt to repair the drone now, or put the scrap in the taxi for later?

I think as the rest of the gang is off on a quest of their own, Doze will just whip out her tools now and try to get this thing working again (for us this time though lol)

[Stormbringer]

Doze: Make a Knowledge test! d20 + 3

[Sly Boots]

Doze: Make a Knowledge test! d20 + 3

21 total!

[Stormbringer]

Pulling out her multi-tool, Doze is able to easily repair the drone. She can now attempt to control it via her RCD, just like Boris.

While she works on the drone, a man comes wandering up the backstreet toward her.

He is fairly short, balding, and wears a worn coat. Looking up, she notices he has a cybernetic eye.

"Hello? Are you Doze? I'm here about the Cyberbike..."

He glances over at the titanium machine resting on its kickstand across the street.

[Sly Boots]

I'd like Doze to activate the newly repaired drone, for the moment just as an unspoken threat.

"Bike's over there. Ping me the creds we agreed on, and she's yours."

[Stormbringer]

Volley, meanwhile, staggers about the street in the background, mouth open, looking around at everything with amazement.

The man, Talsequin 8D-7, flicks his one natural eye between you, the drone and the bike.

"Is this your...workshop? Here in the street?"

[Sly Boots]

Volley, meanwhile, wanders around the street in the background, mouth open, looking around at everything with amazement.

The man, Talsequin 8D-7, flicks his one natural eye between you, the drone and the bike.

"Is this your...workshop? Here in the street?"

"Not in the habit of bringing chooms I don't know to my workshop. Better to do the deal somewhere neutral, open.

"You want the bike or no?"

[Stormbringer]

8D-7 nods.

"Mind if I take a look?"

He jerks a thumb toward the bike.

[Animalmother]

Like water poured on a painting, the vibrant colour of the world slowly starts to drain from Volly's vision. It is replaced with the drab greys and blacks of reality. Where moments ago he had been laying in a field of wild flowers, he was in fact slumped on top of various plastic bags of fetid surgical waste. He staggers to his feet and goes off in search of his companions, a filthy roll of used bandage stuck to the bottom of his boot trails behind him.

[Stormbringer]

Volley's trip now wholly worn off, he sees Doze in conversation with a small, balding, worn-coat-wearing stranger in the back-street between the dumpster and Zola's taxi.

He doesn't know where Zola and Sen have gone.

[Wrathbone]

He can probably hear me kicking the corpse machine, waiting for my credstick to appear.