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PHOENIX SAFE ZONE - ARIZONA *You can all still remember what it was like five years ago when this all began; how could you ever forget? The first year was pure hell; so many people turning into monsters, killing and devouring those who didn't...the mad scramble for survival, finally managing to organize with others in the middle of a desert, where plants would be harder pressed to grow... Not to say that it was impossible, however, especially for plants originally intended to thrive in such places. Even in the desolation of the Mojave, the arid sand and dirt are getting greener every year...especially around the borders of the Phoenix Safe Zone, where so many erstwhile attackers assaulted the bordering walls of steel-reinforced concrete, laminated with heavy-duty polymer sealant. When they started strafing by air, a large geodesic dome of heavy polymer and steel frame was erected, and held strong ever since. Now, the massive automated main gates are the only way in or out of the Zone, with a wild and deadly wilderness beyond. Within the strong walls of the Safe Zone is a thriving community with all the amenities thereof; the farm co-op, a hospital, city hall, the Paramilitia barracks, bars, salvage yards, a trade bazaar, residential areas...all the comforts of home. You've all lived here long enough now that you can call this place home. You and your fellow citizens, over 2,000 strong, have fought against and with each other over matters both important and trivial. Today is just another day...or is it? You wonder this very question after a small drone flies to meet you, transmitting a message from the Paramilitia: "You've been selected for a special mission. Please report to the Paramilitia Station in sector 7 immediately. Thank you in advance for your cooperation!"* (edited)

so.... what do we do)

write what your character will do in response)

upon hearing this he was weirded out on how he was found, but having nothing better to do than reading a bunch of books his took his plant on a pot along with a bunch of books and went around the city, seeing if there was anyone he could ask for help since he didn't really know his way around that place, he was wearing a cloak, hopefully hiding that he was a dragon.... but he wasn't wearing shoes so that was a dead give away

Scrappy was patting down the final buts of dirt on the mound he had been working on in front of him. Once he was done, he took a few steps back and stared at the piece of sheet metal he’d stuck into the dirt at the edge of the mound with rough looking letters burned into it: “Abigail Smith 2086-2118”. What now? Scrappy was alone for the first time. Abby had always told him he should do whatever he liked to do, but he had been happy to help her with the things she enjoyed instead. But now, with her gone, he was left without direction. Just then, a drone appeared out of nowhere and hovered in mid air next to him, giving a summons to the grave he’d just finished building. Noone would really know that she was dead yet, he supposed. It had happened suddenly 2 days ago, probably due to overdose. And it had taken Scrappy the full two days of constant work to dig the grave in his back yard, put her inside and then close it back up. Maybe he should go tell whoever was calling Abby that she wouldn’t be going anywhere from now on. He took one final look at the resting place of his creator and only friend, turned around and started walking off towards sector 7, clank clank clack clank wobbling with each step.

Colton is having a conversation with another pal of his about the old world. He’s amazed his friend survived but here the guy stands. “Look man, That happened because it really isn’t his job, It’s like the shopping cart issue before all of this. We all return it but we don’t have too. It isn’t our job nor task, You just think the people that do work shouldn’t work a bit harder? If we had work now, I’d slave my ass off for anything. For now me and you are stuck together sitting in a camp no one wants to live in forever since some researchers decided to be fractious in manner and caused an outbreak of plant disease and alike for it.” When the pursuing drone approached Colton and his friend, They looked at each other for a brief moment and thought they’d both go. But his friend pointed him out to go and Colton did the same. They pointed back and forth until they broke into laughter after saying so many dumb things. Colton got real serious afterwards “I guess while I’m gone let’s hope the apocalypse keeps your romance skills sharper. Because boy are you lacking.” They shared one final laugh and took a photo together. Colton crams the thin photo into his pocket and starts walking off to what he hopes isn’t his doom.

(How about some action while we wait for the others

) As Orchi made his way through the less crowded areas of the Zone as quickly and quietly as possible, a robot in a vague humanoid shape with the colors and markings of the Paramilitia approached him, raising an arm where a few wires barely exposed could be seen. It's rifle was attached to it's back magnetically, a sidearm attached to it's hip in the same manner. A few scratches and dents characterized the machine's frame, and it spoke in a middle-aged male voice, tinged with a hint of static. "Good day, Sir, I am Officer GR390RY, you may call me Gregory. As your 'unique' citizenship status requires, I have been assigned to escort you to the Paramilitia Barracks in Sector 7. Please follow me, and please do not stray further than 2 feet distance from me en route. Thank you for your cooperation." With that, Gregory turned on a heel and began to move towards the Barracks, slowing it's pace to match Orchi's as necessary. ____ "HEY!" Scrappy heard in the distance, *"HEY, YOU! WITH THE COMMAND MODULE FOR A HEAD! EMERGENCY!!" *A woman wearing a brown jumpsuit with bright yellow stripes, as well as a hardhat with a chin strap, waved her arms frantically to get Scrappy's attention. "We've had a collapse! Two men trapped! I need an operator!!" She pointed to a builder drone beside a massive pile of collapsed debris that other workers urgently worked to clear by hand or with smaller tools; it was heavily damaged in the area where it's CPU would be located. ____ Colton heard the unmistakable cock of a shotgun when he turned down an alleyway as a shortcut. "All right, motherfucker!" A young man's voice spoke; a voice that sounded haggard and shaky, clearly strung out on something, "Drop any valuables or rat-tiks ya got and fuck off! Do it, man, or I'll kill ya! I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YA!" He sounded close, maybe nine feet behind him, and moving closer. (edited)

orchi followed him, starting to talk to the plant on his backpack "i know rick.... but we dont really know anyone......... i know......... yeah, but look, ill keep us safe......... ok, just dont be mad" orchi kept following gregory, still having no fucking clue what he was doing or why was he called to this place, but he was willing to go along, it could be fun.... or deadly..... who knows

Indigo Cobalt

(How about some action while we wait for the others

) As Orchi made his way through the less crowded areas of the Zone as quickly and quietly as possible, a robot in a vague humanoid shape with the colors and markings of the Paramilitia approached him, raising an arm where a few wires barely exposed could be seen. It's rifle was attached to it's back magnetically, a sidearm attached to it's hip in the same manner. A few scratches and dents characterized the machine's frame, and it spoke in a middle-aged male voice, tinged with a hint of static. "Good day, Sir, I am Officer GR390RY, you may call me Gregory. As your 'unique' citizenship status requires, I have been assigned to escort you to the Paramilitia Barracks in Sector 7. Please follow me, and please do not stray further than 2 feet distance from me en route. Thank you for your cooperation." With that, Gregory turned on a heel and began to move towards the Barracks, slowing it's pace to match Orchi's as necessary. ____ "HEY!" Scrappy heard in the distance, *"HEY, YOU! WITH THE COMMAND MODULE FOR A HEAD! EMERGENCY!!" *A woman wearing a brown jumpsuit with bright yellow stripes, as well as a hardhat with a chin strap, waved her arms frantically to get Scrappy's attention. "We've had a collapse! Two men trapped! I need an operator!!" She pointed to a builder drone beside a massive pile of collapsed debris that other workers urgently worked to clear by hand or with smaller tools; it was heavily damaged in the area where it's CPU would be located. ____ Colton heard the unmistakable cock of a shotgun when he turned down an alleyway as a shortcut. "All right, motherfucker!" A young man's voice spoke; a voice that sounded haggard and shaky, clearly strung out on something, "Drop any valuables or rat-tiks ya got and fuck off! Do it, man, or I'll kill ya! I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YA!" He sounded close, maybe nine feet behind him, and moving closer. (edited)

There were people that needed help! Scrappy happily cling clanged over to where the builder drone was parked and began climbing up the steps built into the side. These were made for normal sized humans and Scrappy was tiny, so he had to climb each step one by one. He happily took his time doing this while people worked on the rubble, shouting instructions at each other and were eveloped in confusion and panic (physical 13+2). Once he reached the top, he would look around for a way to operate the drone (mental 11+4)

LeoxLeo

There were people that needed help! Scrappy happily cling clanged over to where the builder drone was parked and began climbing up the steps built into the side. These were made for normal sized humans and Scrappy was tiny, so he had to climb each step one by one. He happily took his time doing this while people worked on the rubble, shouting instructions at each other and were eveloped in confusion and panic (physical 13+2). Once he reached the top, he would look around for a way to operate the drone (mental 11+4)

Physical (3, Spectacular Success): The builder machine's close proximity to the ground and general ease of access made entering the thing a breeze, even for shorter bots like Scrappy. Even while taking his time, the little bot made far quicker time than most human workers. * *Mental (2, Spectacular Success): Scrappy was literally made for this; interfacing the system and taking full control of the builder drone was infant's play. Within mere seconds, the other workers were stepping aside to make way for the large machine. It took only three double-fisted scoops to finally gain access to the trapped people inside; one looked badly injured, but alive, the other one battered but able to walk on their own. * *While the Medics tended to the injured, the woman from earlier approached Scrappy as he left the drone with a relieved look on her face. "If you hadn't come along when you did, Ted and Bill might have been goners!" She reached into her pocket and took a few manilla-colored slips of paper from her billfold, giving them to Scrappy. "Here ya go, little guy...you earned it." *(Add +5 ration tickets to your inventory) *

At being thanked, Scrappy shifted from one leg to the other, happily. He was glad he had been of service to the people who were trapped. When the woman handed him the ration tickets, he held them in his hand and waited for the people to leave, waving at the boys as they went away. Scrappy then turned around and cling clanged his way to the nearest garbage bin. He placed the ration tickets inside the garbage and them made his was to sector 7 again, happy that he had not only helped save some people from the rubble, but also helped them throw away their trash.

Orchi

orchi followed him, starting to talk to the plant on his backpack "i know rick.... but we dont really know anyone......... i know......... yeah, but look, ill keep us safe......... ok, just dont be mad" orchi kept following gregory, still having no fucking clue what he was doing or why was he called to this place, but he was willing to go along, it could be fun.... or deadly..... who knows

As the two of them walked, Gregory moved his head a bit as Orchi talked, seemingly to himself. His advanced "ears" caught the conversation easily, and after a few microseconds thought, Gregory spoke, "Sir, forgive my curiosity...but If you are who I think you are, I've heard certain rumors..." A pause, then he continued, "That you live in the redwood that's been growing beside the Zone; that you only come out to kill people and morphs. What is the percentage of truth in these rumors?"

he looked confused, looking back at his pant in confusion, before processing what he said and turning to him "i..... I have rumors? wait wait wait, am I like an urban legend?" he seemed happy to hear this, even if it was under those circumstances "ya hear that bud, we are a legend!......... oh........ oh... right.... makes... sense I guess.... yeah....." he turned to Gregory "well sir.... I have no clue when I became a legend, but I got to say....... I never killed someone so I dunno how I became one, I've been living on a giant tree for 20 years alone with my plant"

The bustling street Varrain walked over was lined with dozens of shops and carts attempting to make a buck where they could. In between a few shops some small tents were set up where the shop owners, or random residents comfortable with the noise, decided to settle down and make their homes. And as expected to come with such a collected population there were many people out and about this street. This specific area of the safe zone wasn’t to friendly to non-human creatures despite the equity that the world was facing, but the social standard worked in Varrain’s favor. His humanoid figure was currently maintained thanks to a recent dosing of 3200volts that forced his Floronyx counterpart to subside for a few hours. Varrain made his way down a shaded alley where he was known to be a loyal customer to the local electrician, often purchasing capacitors and batteries at appreciative prices. Varrain received a few nods from people who recognized him and as he turn the corner to face the electrician, he heard a familiar buzz and click before hearing. “You’ve been selected for a special mission. Please report to the Paramilitia Station in sector 7 immediately. Thank you in advance for your cooperation!” A few laughs and jokes were made at the expense of Varrain and his sour luck. Not only was sector 7 quite a walk from here, but the fact that the drone knew where to find him meant that he was in the Paramilitia’s data banks as someone to be called upon, which was a status that people here quietly knocked. Not all were thankful to have big brother lock you in a cage and call it a favor. Some here still believe that humanity hadn’t done enough to fight back, and thus resented the walls that protected them. Varrain made his purchase and began making his way to Sector 7

Orchi

he looked confused, looking back at his pant in confusion, before processing what he said and turning to him "i..... I have rumors? wait wait wait, am I like an urban legend?" he seemed happy to hear this, even if it was under those circumstances "ya hear that bud, we are a legend!......... oh........ oh... right.... makes... sense I guess.... yeah....." he turned to Gregory "well sir.... I have no clue when I became a legend, but I got to say....... I never killed someone so I dunno how I became one, I've been living on a giant tree for 20 years alone with my plant"

"I see." Gregory spoke after a brief pause. "Humans, and even machines on occasion, have a tendency to exaggerate the truth. After meeting you, I had a...feeling this was the case." They had finally entered Sector 7. The streets here were far less crowded, and the Paramilitia presence here larger; with squads venturing in and out, going on and off various missions and duties. The pair briefly stepped aside to allow a heavy combat robot easily twice the size of Gregory to lumber past, no doubt en route to border watch duty. * "Another question, if you'll indulge me, sir..." *He asked as they wait, "Is the plant you carry sentient? If so, does it communicate with you in a non-auditory manner? I detected you speaking to it earlier, but with no audible response." (edited)

"oh, rick? Yeah, hes sentient, he dosent raln much thi........ Oh c'mon, hes just curious....... Sorry mate, hes nit very open about who je talks too, but me and him go way back actually....... I wont tell him dont worry, he fisent like it when i share our backstory...... Yeah?........ Ok....... Oh... Well mayb-........... Huh...... Didnt think about that........ Ill ask, he asks if he's alowed to go thru here and wht the hell we are even doing, he dosent seem to trust this a lot, and it could help you eanr its trust........ I see...... You still wont?..... Just give it a shot...... Thank you" he just started having a full on conversation with the plant

Varrain

The bustling street Varrain walked over was lined with dozens of shops and carts attempting to make a buck where they could. In between a few shops some small tents were set up where the shop owners, or random residents comfortable with the noise, decided to settle down and make their homes. And as expected to come with such a collected population there were many people out and about this street. This specific area of the safe zone wasn’t to friendly to non-human creatures despite the equity that the world was facing, but the social standard worked in Varrain’s favor. His humanoid figure was currently maintained thanks to a recent dosing of 3200volts that forced his Floronyx counterpart to subside for a few hours. Varrain made his way down a shaded alley where he was known to be a loyal customer to the local electrician, often purchasing capacitors and batteries at appreciative prices. Varrain received a few nods from people who recognized him and as he turn the corner to face the electrician, he heard a familiar buzz and click before hearing. “You’ve been selected for a special mission. Please report to the Paramilitia Station in sector 7 immediately. Thank you in advance for your cooperation!” A few laughs and jokes were made at the expense of Varrain and his sour luck. Not only was sector 7 quite a walk from here, but the fact that the drone knew where to find him meant that he was in the Paramilitia’s data banks as someone to be called upon, which was a status that people here quietly knocked. Not all were thankful to have big brother lock you in a cage and call it a favor. Some here still believe that humanity hadn’t done enough to fight back, and thus resented the walls that protected them. Varrain made his purchase and began making his way to Sector 7

Despite Varrain not looking for trouble, trouble would unfortunately find him. A rotten tomato could be seen flying at him out of the corner of his vision (GM rolled Natural 20 Physical, Nat 20 counter-roll required to dodge/repel). This would elicit a cheer from the growing group of dissenters like a match to gasoline. More small debris would be pelted at him (GM rolled 12 Physical), the nearby Paramilitia officers and ERV's quickly moving to intervene in stopping the rabble. Even the small hover drone that sent the message to Varrain quickly returned, firing tranq-darts at any viable targets. (edited)

Scrappy

At being thanked, Scrappy shifted from one leg to the other, happily. He was glad he had been of service to the people who were trapped. When the woman handed him the ration tickets, he held them in his hand and waited for the people to leave, waving at the boys as they went away. Scrappy then turned around and cling clanged his way to the nearest garbage bin. He placed the ration tickets inside the garbage and them made his was to sector 7 again, happy that he had not only helped save some people from the rubble, but also helped them throw away their trash.

@Meeple (GM rolled 2, please roll for luck) (edited)

Orchi

"oh, rick? Yeah, hes sentient, he dosent raln much thi........ Oh c'mon, hes just curious....... Sorry mate, hes nit very open about who je talks too, but me and him go way back actually....... I wont tell him dont worry, he fisent like it when i share our backstory...... Yeah?........ Ok....... Oh... Well mayb-........... Huh...... Didnt think about that........ Ill ask, he asks if he's alowed to go thru here and wht the hell we are even doing, he dosent seem to trust this a lot, and it could help you eanr its trust........ I see...... You still wont?..... Just give it a shot...... Thank you" he just started having a full on conversation with the plant

While Gregory wasn't the most social of machines, he had a curiosity that was becoming more and more prevalent in his kind since their AI matrices began to evolve and develop. Lacking the biological requirements of a human, animal, or even a plant, the greatest desire of robotkind is typically to have purpose and be useful... And yet...questions were being asked; opinions were being formed; existence was being questioned: Is this all I am? Is there nothing more? This growing curiosity about the world around him would prompt Gregory to press the issue. "If I might appeal to...Rick, was it? I assure you, my curiosity is merely academic. If it is a matter of trust, I can assure my discretion, at least so long as it doesn't interfere with the security of the Safe Zone." (GM rolls Nat 20 Social, requires a Nat 20 Social counter-roll to NOT respond to Gregory)

@Technicality (Nat 20, Critical Success) *Had Varrain hesitated just a nanosecond longer, he would have had a faceplate full of rotten vegetable; fortunately, he dodged with an uncanny speed bordering almost on precognitive reaction. Launching into a sprint, he dodged any other refuse being thrown at him as the Paramilitia quickly contained the situation. *

Indigo Cobalt

While Gregory wasn't the most social of machines, he had a curiosity that was becoming more and more prevalent in his kind since their AI matrices began to evolve and develop. Lacking the biological requirements of a human, animal, or even a plant, the greatest desire of robotkind is typically to have purpose and be useful... And yet...questions were being asked; opinions were being formed; existence was being questioned: Is this all I am? Is there nothing more? This growing curiosity about the world around him would prompt Gregory to press the issue. "If I might appeal to...Rick, was it? I assure you, my curiosity is merely academic. If it is a matter of trust, I can assure my discretion, at least so long as it doesn't interfere with the security of the Safe Zone." (GM rolls Nat 20 Social, requires a Nat 20 Social counter-roll to NOT respond to Gregory)

but if im ok with answering?

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but anyway i got a nat 3)

"well.... to talk to plants and stuff you sorta have to bond with them.... so you would need to spend a good chunk of time, ive been with him for 20 years, so i can understand him... but maybe they are few things you can do to earn his trust...... you sure about that? its a bit hard to do......... well true.... it helps both of use and every single one of them..... yeah..... ok." he turned to gregory "ok so here's the deal, he wants to know what power you hold in this place, like what can you and cant control, if its what rick needs it can help you earn his trust, otherwise..... itll take a long time to naturally earn his trust"

“Well well listen here sir let’s just calm down, There’s no way to do this proper so let’s do it safely. You kill me it’ll be the end of your life y’know?” Colton thought for a moment, He slowly turned around so the guy wouldn’t shoot him for sudden movements. His valuables were worth less then his life. He wouldn’t need ration tickets if he was going to the paramilitaries directly. He signed up for the reserve forces or attempted to at one point. He never got word back that he did make the cut but what was estranged too was that the drone found him specifically? Did it require his expertise and why would they need assistance in explosives? (Rolled 6 for Luck) “I’ll be reaching for my pocket okay. Don’t make any rash movements alright pal? I’ll be going really slow. There is no need to worry” He kept the other hand in the air and reached one hand into his pocket. He could either grab his wallet or his gun from there, His coat thick enough to hide the shape of both items.

Colton Patter

“Well well listen here sir let’s just calm down, There’s no way to do this proper so let’s do it safely. You kill me it’ll be the end of your life y’know?” Colton thought for a moment, He slowly turned around so the guy wouldn’t shoot him for sudden movements. His valuables were worth less then his life. He wouldn’t need ration tickets if he was going to the paramilitaries directly. He signed up for the reserve forces or attempted to at one point. He never got word back that he did make the cut but what was estranged too was that the drone found him specifically? Did it require his expertise and why would they need assistance in explosives? (Rolled 6 for Luck) “I’ll be reaching for my pocket okay. Don’t make any rash movements alright pal? I’ll be going really slow. There is no need to worry” He kept the other hand in the air and reached one hand into his pocket. He could either grab his wallet or his gun from there, His coat thick enough to hide the shape of both items.

(Luck 14, Spectacular Failure) The tickets that Scrappy tossed in the trash can might have been enough to placate the tweaker now holding Colton at gunpoint...if the assailant weren't so focused on Colton and actually heard Scrappy clanging around near the can. "Yeah, yeah, keep it slow, just gimme the ticks, an' I won't cap your sorry ass!" The man responded, his bloodshot eyes wide and attentive, his shotgun trembling slightly.

"That's just what I'm doing, I'm keeping it slow. I'm going to pull out the tickets now" Colton was very slow. Once he grabbed his wallet he pulled it out slowly and all of a sudden chucked it at the man, Colton took a step back and drew his revolver forwards, Firing as quick as the trigger could possibly go. His heart wasn't racing, In fact it felt like his pulse just stopped with the fear he felt. He could lose his life right now and quite possibly he was going to. Colton's mind raced through many different answers within seconds and the bullets flew once his time perception finally caught up with Colton's mind. He just had to see what happened (19+2)

(13, Spectacular Success!) (edited)

He took out the guy's hip, ankle, shoulder, lungs and hit near the man's heart. With Colton's final bullet he put his revolver away and grasped the man's shotgun, Raising it towards the guy's face. Colton felt....Joy? Was it joy because he won or was it joy because he survived or did Colton have an upcoming of bloodlust, This wasn't his first kill and it wasn't his last. Firing the shotgun into the man's face without sparing him a word to say. The flesh blown back, stretchy muscle snapping and sprouting apart like string cheese. The blood splattering against Colton's jacket, The smells of petrichor filled his nose, The scent of copper mixing together. Colton pulled the shotgun away and backed away. He didn't know if he was horrified at the sight or just emotionally blank, He slung the shotgun to his shoulder and neck, With the new firearm. Colton fled the other direction to avoid the paramilitary. Leaving nearly no trace of him behind, He went to continue to the station with muttering a few words. "One"

The Paramilitia HQ of the Phoenix Safe Zone began life as a police station. Over the years, the building and surrounding blocks had been fortified and built up, adding a barracks, armory, machine shop, academy, and infirmary; among various other sections to aid the activities of the Paramilitia. The compound now took up a few buildings and several blocks of the Zone, classified as Sector 7. * *As the party would near the Main Station, they would be met and greeted by Gregory, with Orchi nearby. "Thank you all for responding. Please follow me to escort you to Captain Riley's office for mission briefing." (edited)

03:01

Captain Danny Riley stopped working at his desk console when the party filed into his office. "Thank you, Sergeant. Carry on." Gregory gave a salute and left the office. "All right, then..." Danny spoke, "You've all been summoned here today because of your diverse skillset or...unique status." His gaze briefly shifted to Varrain and Orchi. "The mission will be a supply run; but one unlike anything you've ever been on before, because it will take you to some far-flung and dangerous places. The end result, however, if the scientists on the Flotilla are correct...will be nothing less than the salvation of Humanity and the end of this crisis." He took a mobile device from his desk, a model built for rough environments, placing it before the party. "Take this with you, to keep track of everything and maintain communication. The list of items and suggested scavenging locations can be found here, as well." He straightened in his chair with a sigh. "Before you start this mission, I have a different one for you...consider it a warm-up, an opportunity to determine how you work together. Yesterday, one of our squads went out on a run to gather parts crucial to maintaining the Nodes in this Zone. This morning, they didn't check in over comms, and attempts to reach them have failed. Ordinarily, when this happens, high-altitude surveillance or maybe one-man scout missions are the only follow-up protocols permitted to check on the status of these teams. I refuse to do that this time, because my wife Tanya is on that mission. Yes, it's a conflict of interest, but I don't care; the one and only person in my life more important than her is our daughter." *He leaned forward in his chair. *"That said...look for any and all survivors of the squad, and bring them home." (edited)

03:06

"One more thing..." He said, "There's one last squad member on the way that I'm adding to round out the team; she's one of our best, and she'll help keep you alive out there. Any questions?" (edited)

“Yeah, I’ve got a few questions. When do I get something to eat, I’m bloody starving. I don’t want to fight on an empty stomach. Can we ask who’s one another’s expertise so we aren’t bickering on who’s better in what and we can properly plan off of our assets combined and my third question. Why am I here?” Colton deciphered what that emotion was earlier. It wasn’t a bloodlust, It was hot because he was alive. He realized how good it is to be alive. He couldn’t experience anything if he was among the dead now could he? Now he didn’t want to sound insensitive to the guy’s sad story but Colton really didn’t even know why he was here or anything on why he should be here? Did he actually have to come? What if he didn’t? Would they find him and just eliminate him on sight or would he be kidnapped and dragged here. He actually was thinking this through with his former personality in what felt like the old earth gone. He was a joyful starry-eyed man now who could be the better of this group and surely could help pitch in mortality. Colton was too wondering what was going to go on during this mission and wanted to ask two more questions and so he did. “What are we up against and when do we gear up to fight whatever we’re against? I’m not looking to go into a fight against something that ended the world with a shotgun and a revolver.” Colton finally showed his small arsenal, It was the stolen shotgun, The revolver he used to steal the shotgun and what looked like small circles could only be presumed as explosives. He was relived this was the station and not a screening to detain him and take his shit, Although the general probably had to question surely how he had this weaponry.

Scrappy was looking around at all the creatures he’d ended up with. One of them looked human and another one looked human-ish, but the last one was a child with bluish-green feet? He was waiting for the right time to tell everyone that Abigail, the person this summons had been for instead of him, would not be attending due to her sudden demise. He was also wondering how he would break the news to everyone. She had never installed a voice module in him simply because she hadn’t been able to find one among scrap that actually worked. Besides, she’d been able to understand him without words but he wasn’t entirely sure how he would talk to these people. He changed his mind however when he heard that there were people out in the world somewhere who were lost and possibly hurt. He had been told by his creator to do whatever he wanted and after the episode with the children stuck in rubble, he had decided helping people was a satisfying course to take. So to answer the captain’s inquiry, he simply buzzed and squeaked approvingly.

Danny listened intently to Colton, nodding his head and responding. *"To answer your questions regarding food and equipment, I've already sent word to the cafeteria and armory to expect you; your final team member can direct you to both when she arrives. They'll have equipment loadouts ready to go, but you can refuse or exchange items as you want, within reason. As for the question about what each of you can bring to the table..." *He motioned to Colton, "You, Mister Patter, have volumes of combat and technological expertise, particularly in explosives; which will be very useful in the type of places where you'll be exploring." Danny next pointed to Varrain, "Mister Varrain has an extensive scientific background, as well as some combat experience. He has certain other 'factors' that make him an excellent asset as well; that's need-to-know, but he IS authorized to tell you if he deems it necessary." Danny motioned to Orchi now, "Mister Orchi has valuable expertise in long-term survival, and first hand knowledge of Neoflora and Morphs. He also has factors that make him a special asset; likewise need-to-know, but at their discretion to reveal." When his attention came to Scrappy, Danny furrowed his brow in confusion. "Excuse me, but we were expecting Professor Abigail Smith. Did she send you as a remote proxy? Is everything alright with her?" (Scrappy, roll Social or Mental to respond effectively) (edited)

(mental 14+4)

Scrappy

(mental 14+4)

(8, Spectacular Success) Scrappy picked up the Mobile Device that was provided and attached it to his body, interfacing with it easily, fully accessing and copying all data on it. When the robot next spoke, it came from the Mobile's speakers, in the default voice of an English butler...

SC: “My good man, I regret to inform you of the passing of one, Abigail Smith. Her demise was untimely to be sure, but such is the way of the cosmos. In her stead, I Scrappy Smith, have arrived to answer the summons by this great Insitute dedicated to the protection of this Safe Zone we call home. I shall be delighted to accompany you beyond the borders of accepted civilisation to aid in the rescue the fair lady Tanya. I stake my circuits to the cause. Cheers” The voice came out in a robotic tone with a pompous English accent that took even Scrappy by surprise. He’d never spoken before so he wasn’t entirely sure he had done it correctly but everyone looking at him oddly seemed to be some sort of a reaction. He lifted his right arm and it spun around 360 degrees, making a whirring sound as he beeped jovially. (edited)

The doors to the office would suddenly open widely to reveal the petite android. She slowly walked forward, her mechanical eyes looking over the strange people. She's never seen any of them before, which is odd. She deals with alot of people. She stood beside her new companions with a neutral expression, neither a smile nor a frown, as she usually did these days. "Captain." The woman said in a sort of prideful tone as she crossed her arms before taking a few steps forward, and turning back to face the strange people "Hello. I am called Hera. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Hera said with the same neutral expression before taking her spot back next to them

Danny nodded to Scrappy. * "I'm truly sorry to hear about Professor Smith's death. I'll make sure to send some people to her residence later. As for you...Scrappy, was it? We needed Abigail primarily for her background in advanced computer sciences and robotics; can you adequately serve this role in her place?" *Once Hera entered and acknowledged the Captain, Danny nodded. *"Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce the last member of your squad, Dr. Hera; a cutting edge medical android, and the best field medic we have. Hera, please lead our guests to the cafeteria first, then the armory after they've had a chance to eat." *Danny stood up, then, and gave a crisp salute. "Good luck, be safe, and godspeed." _ The cafeteria, as promised, had cold water and hot food ready and waiting for those who required it...there was even soda and beer available. There were a few other Paramilita Officers having a late lunch, but for the most part the place was empty... (edited)

Hera quietly took a seat at one of the provided tables with a quiet sigh. The cafeteria.. one of her least favorite parts of the Safe Zone since she wasn't able to eat, or even drink. She only watched her companions and the officers from her table, gently rubbing her left hand around her right wrist

Scrappy, being a foot and a half tall stood on top of the cafeteria table to the side like a large action figure. Most of his body was constructed from discarded toys. He stood to attention with one arm crossed in front of him and a tiny white napkin he had found on the way draped over it. He wasn’t sure why he was doing that either. It had just felt right since his voice had changed. He noticed some of his companions weren’t eating. “My dear lady” he said to Hera “would you perchance prefer to partake in the pleasures of poultry based provisions provided. Your humble servant would gladly retrieve some such sustenance if you all wished” with the last sentence, he gestured to all of his new allies sitting on the table.

Once food and drink were consumed, the party were next led to the Armory. Here, the Officers on duty here had gathered stacks of equipment for each party member, save for Scrappy; his load out was being changed out and optimized for him per Danny's orders. The loadouts provided were as such: _ Hera: x1 Dr. Bot medical scanalyzer (+2 mental for medicine) x3 medkits (restores full health) x4 GOOP doses (restores half health) x4 LIKWID doses (removes minor status effects) x1 Cell-per device (restores full health and removes all status effects x1 per day) x1 M-180 assault rifle (6 damage, x3 mags ammo) x1 Auto-9 pistol (3 damage, x5 mags ammo) x1 ceramo-graph knife (2 damage) x1 SHELL plate carrier vest (-5 damage) __ Colton: x1 Vari-A-Tool (+2 mental for engineering) x1 advanced toolkit (+10 mental for engineering x1 per day) x1 Build-A-Bang basic demokit (+5 mental for explosives, allows creation of 1 low-yield explosive per day) x1 Build-A-Boom advanced demokit (+10 mental for explosives x1 per day, allows creation of 1 high-yield explosive per day) x1 M-180 assault rifle (6 damage, x3 mags ammo) x1 Auto-9 pistol (3 damage, x5 mags ammo) x1 ceramo-graph knife (2 damage) x1 SHELL plate carrier vest (-5 damage) ___ Orchi: x1 Green Dream advanced horticulture kit w/ updateable botanical registry/database (+2 mental for botany, allows creation of 1 chemical per day.) x1 Porta-Lab scanalyzer (+2 mental for science) x1 PurityCo consumables sanitizer (makes any contaminated food/water safe to consume) x5 fungicide grenades (10 damage over 10ft AOE) x1 herbicide sprayer (10 damage, x3 mags ammo) x1 ceramo-graph knife (2 damage) x1 S&J mk3 collapsible tactical shield (-7 damage) ___ (edited)

Varrain: x1 Porta-Lab scanalyzer (+2 mental for science) x1 PurityCo consumables sanitizer (makes any contaminated food/water safe to consume) x1 DynaVolt experimental mobile Node (provides power so long as it remains in range of other Nodes, or has a power cell loaded) x5 DynaVolt 10kah hydrogen power cells (72 hrs energy per cell) x1 Sunburn 100w microwave emitter (8 damage, 4 charges/day) x1 Starbeam 40w photonic blaster (4 damage, 10 charges/day) x1 ceramo-graph knife (2 damage) x1 SHELL plate carrier vest (-5 damage) ____ Scrappy: x1 HakZ0r interface tool (+2 mental for computers) x1 Vari-A-Tool (+2 mental for repair) x1 Starbeam 40w photonic blaster (4 damage, 10 charges/day) x1 S&J mk3 collapsible tactical shield (-7 damage) x1 Porta-Lab scanalyzer (+2 mental for science) (edited)

Scrappy wrapped the strap of the collapsed shield around his head and wore it like a tiny hat with a chin strap. Once it was in place, he tried activating and deactivating the mechanism of the shield and it opened and closed in a spinning motion over his head. When it was open, he looked like he was wearing a wide bamboo hat, only it was made of metal.

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Bamboo hat

“I guess we’re really scraping in the bottom barrel here, This stuff doesn’t look no where as near as good as other things I’ve seen. But I suppose here we are yeah? I didn’t actually think I signed up for this but here I am and here we are, Hell I mean can Androids refuse this job? We did create you guys” Colton was not happy, He was going to be stuck with two robots, A man in a suit which seemed to be stuck to him and whenever he had gotten enough of a good look at the other member he figured it was another plant freak helping him out. Colton was presumed the only human on this expedition and he wasn’t happy he was getting ripped off on gear like this, If they allowed him to leave back to his flat. He could come back with some serious firepower. Now a deeper question on why he hated machines so much? They took his only source of happiness. His other friend struggles too after losing the middle man between the two. A medical android specifically was the cause of his best friends death because a human surgeon was too fucked up to do it. So when the android operated, He didn’t make it.

"You can actually SIGN UP for this stuff?" Came a voice tinged with a southern accent, "Well damn, I wish somebody told ME that!" A man around Colton's age strode up to him, leaning on the counter with a friendly grin. "Finally decided to get back in the game, Colt? 'Bout damn time, we missed you out there." The Quartermaster, one Malcolm Reynolds, had known and remembered Colton from better days. After a bit of back and forth, Mal said, "So you're part of the big mission they've been settin' up, right? Whaddya suppose that makes this group here?" "Big damn heroes, sir." *Came a measured, almost deadpan response from a woman nearby with dark skin and curly black hair, never even looking away from the newly salvaged items she was cataloging. * "I had a feelin' you'd complain about what we got for ya. 'fraid I can't do any better than what you've got for firepower, on account that we gotta be able to keep mowin' the lawn around here...wait, maybe..." *He looked behind him, looking over the items his subordinate was cataloging, then promptly walked over and picked up a large pistol and some ammo, placing it on the table beside Colton's loadout, removing the Auto 9 that was there before * (remove Auto 9 and mags from inventory, replace with: MGA-E-Bouncer (Damage 6, 3 mags ammo)) "There ya go, partner, somethin' with a little more kick to it, and I mean that; grip 'er tight when you shoot." (edited)

"if i may ask.... How did you find me? I havent gone out of my tree in 20 years, hell! I never left it and entered this place and left no way to track me back, how did you manage to find me? And also, why do you need me? The only thing i can bring to this thing is him" points at his plant "and my knowlege of all the creatures in the woods that are plant related.... I dont think im the best for this job"

-Earlier- Danny nodded to Orchi, "A valid question. While you are very adept at stealth, one more reason we chose you...bear in mind that our Safe Zone is under constant surveillance, sometimes by beings that are extremely patient and incapable of getting tired." * He motioned to Scrappy and Hera, referring to them as example. * "So it was inevitable that we found you. Since you didn't pose the kind of threat that the rumors would have us believe, we simply left you alone, studying you at every opportunity and learning whatever we could about you. Even if your, er, partner is the source of your knowledge...it's symbiotic; you both need each other, and we chose you for the talents you have in addition to your knowledge of the land. Trust me, a lot of thought went into this team selection." He smiled a bit at those last words. (edited)

-Present- "Oh, and when we're all done here..." Mal spoke, "Your ride's in the garage, spot five. Have fun." Those satisfied with the equipment they received made their way into the garage, finding in space number five: (edited)

Colton heard that voice and peeked up, He knew it was familiar but couldn’t pin his face on it. Better days indeed but Malcolm was a good man and he knew he wasn’t being spread thin if it was really in this reality. He knew exactly what Colton wanted. But too bad he didn’t know that he didn’t even sign up for this. “Bout damn time I showed up then, Say you still owe me a pint of that Gin. I better see some fizz in my cup when I’m back.” The upgrade to his arsenal wasn’t a bad idea, He looked at his old revolver and the sweet new one. Shifting the old gun to the side and grasping the new one he had a few more decisions. He pocketed those light grenades earlier and his mood was certainly improved drastically. Colton appreciated the small talk even if it meant nothing of a sweat. “The only kick I’ll get is one in the ass when I come back!” He listened to the plant freak speak and presumed a lie and a truth. Carrying on his gear and grasping a nearby alcoholic drink. He made his way to the garage and leaned against the vehicle in spot five.

"hey uh..... I dont do well with cars..... I-ill fly behinf you guys or something, i dont like them" he looked scared of the car, looks like he wasnt a fan of the thing in general, but it depends on you guys if you will force him in or something

Scrappy happily cling clanged to their transportation. He had never been in one as far as he knew so he was excited to be finally riding in one. He clambered up on top of the ride and started looking for a spot where he could stick his head out the top of the vehicle and observe his surroundings as they drove

Having finished their business at the Paramilitia HQ, the party gathered into the APC, with Colton in the driver's seat, Scrappy in the gun turret up top, and Orchi just standing on top until the vehicle began to move. While the vehicle rumbled to life, it barely made any sound between the insulation and advanced power source of the well-tuned engine. The crowds of people here and there stepped aside for the APC, save for the larger robots who simply lumbered past at their usual pace. After making any final stops they needed to make, It didn't take long for the vehicle to approach the heavy main door, currently open for the day to allow teams of Paramilitia and citizen alike to enter or leave. The heavy concentration of guards waved the APC through, knowing it's purpose above all others. The APC kicked up dust and debris as it went from smooth, well maintained streets to the rough semi-desert of Arizona. "Mic check, mic check." *Hera spoke, her fingers pushing gently against the comm system she wore around her throat and in her ear. * "Everyone sound off, please." (edited)

"im starting regret my choice! Please someone let me in the car!" his plan backfired and decided to just stay inside the car instead, too much stuff was coming his way and he didnt like it and started to look for a way to get into the car

“I have spotted no dangerous elements in the vicinity. Not that I was especially focused on seeking such things out. I have been enjoying the scenery. There! That tumbleweed over there. Look at it go. Marvellous! Simply marvellous!”

"Colton, stop for a minute, please?" She asked, opening the door on her side in anticipation of the vehicle slowing, * "Come on in, Orchi!" *She spoke over the radio.

(Rolling random encounter D20: 20 ) Suddenly, a deep and loud rumbling is heard, quickly increasing in intensity by the second. You can all feel the earth shake, at least a 3 on the Richter Scale. One thousand feet or so behind you, A massive floromorph monstrosity breaks through the desert soil! It towers up to 100 feet into the air, having a roughly humanoid shape of two arms and a head, but with a body akin to a snake or worm...

Scrappy quickly ducked into whatever opening he was sticking his head out of so that his shield-hat was almost flat against the opening like a slightly convex manhole cover. He left the tiniest bit of space open at the front from where he could peek out and see what was going on in front of him. “Good heavens, that is quite an obstacle that has appeared in our path. Mr. Colton, I implore you to begin driving in the other direction and quickly”

orchi noticed this creature but instead of being scared... he looked... fascinated, he impliedly pulled out a book and a pen "INCREDIBLE! this like nothing we've ever seen! its clearly of the humanoid type, but the fact that it was able to grow to this size on the desert says so much, there most be hundreds of gallons of underwater water! soil so nutrient rich we could feed a city for years! this is outstanding!" orchi was writing down information and hypothesis about this new area as he talked "say, anyone got a camara?"

It wasn’t anything special…being known to the surviving conglomerates felt like his duty. He felt like he needed to be available to answer the calls of the surviving population and help save humanity. Deep down in his heart Varrain felt guilty for the outbreak of the floronyx and subsequent fall humanity. Not many people could say they were there when the stuff was first being made, tested, and actually utilized in different fields. His accident was a curse he felt the paramilita, and the survivors could benefit from. But it was clear that while Varrain could use it to help benefit others, to him it would always remain a curse. And dear-oh-dear what a jarring reminder of this fact was this summoning turning out to be. He had finally gotten the power to be human for a short time, and now he had to spend all that time, and probably more, doing the will of some anonymous superiors. Through the whole introductory meetings, the meal together, the dishing out of equipment in the armory, the walk to the garage, and the drive that followed, Varrain’s mind had been on who was still in charge. Who was still on The Flotilla, and who ordered this operation that involved a handful of hand-picked little fucks who all had the bearings and makeup of a sad super hero story made for young adults. Who decided that we were better than an android/human cooperative special forces detail with years of training and specialty equipment for dealing with the new world? In Varrain’s mind, someone had chalked them up to be no more than productive fodder. This negative thought process was all highlighted by the fact that to be any more useful to his team he’d likely have to lose some of his physical solidity in order to take advantage of his symbiotic floronyx relationship. ”Colton stop for a minute, please?” The android said before the land transport slowed to a halt for no less than a few seconds to let the dragon kid and his plant into the vehicle. No more than a few seconds….was (edited)

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all it took for a massive floronyx creature to rear its head. The rumbling and jarring quaking of the Earth was a perfect representation for how fucked the heroes could be if they didn’t…”GET THIS VEHICLE MOVING RIGHT FUCKING NOW” Varrain yelled at Colton as the hatch Orchi came in through slid shut, temporarily hiding the creature from view except for the tiny windows on the hatch door. ”Do we even want to hit that thing? I feel like anything we have would just piss it off”,Varrain said to the passengers in the vehicle, mostly to Colton who had the heavy hardware and access to the cannon on top. (edited)

"you are right my friend! With roots so big and dense along with those leafs theres no way we can handle it, this discovery implies so much that i want to find out" orchi then grabbed a camara and took a picture of it thru the window, it was a bit blurry but visible enough "what would be an apropia te name for this.... The desert goliath? No, sounds like a sand monster..."

(Mental roll: 4) (GM roll: 1 (Success!) "Sorry to disappoint you, but it's already in the database." Hera replied to Orchi, "It's called a 'Root Naga;' this one's a rare 'Colossal' size. Most of their body's a root mass, so that's how they get enough water, and they come into the sun on days like this to photosynthesize...when they get ravenous enough to need it." She turned to Colton, "And Varrain's correct, we have nothing that can hurt it, so floor it and hope it doesn't spot us!"

With Orchi now safely inside the APC, Colton put pedal to metal. (Physical roll: 12) (GM roll: 10 (Regular Success!) The towering creature could hear the vehicle's engine rev louder, saw the cloud of dust it kicked up as it moved with uncanny speed....speed enough that the creature chose to continue sunning itself, rather than expend further calories that it currently lacked chasing after a morsel that was less than a mouthful and gaining far too much ground at this point to catch. The city of Phoenix: Once a jewel of the Mojave Desert, had now become much like the rest of the world; an overgrown hell where once found it difficult to tell where nature ended and civilization began. Buildings that rose into the sky were well-covered in thick vines and branches, like massive trellises in an endless garden, unattended tombstones of a world now dead. The ATV moved slowly but purposefully, knowing that ruins like this were just as dangerous as any jungle, knowing that around every corner could lurk a monstrous faunamorph or that within every shattered window could hide a deadly floramorph...

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orchi was walking around, fascinated by the beauty of the place and not really concerned by the danger this place could hold, out all the members of the team he seemed to be the least prepared and informed what this place had to offer, to him all the plant monsters were his friends

Ever since they entered the city, Scrappy had been slowly rotating his head in a 360 degree motion to keep an eye out for possible enemies or signs of the team for which they were looking. For a while, he saw nothing of note, maybe noticing a small animal or two rush by. Then, on one of his rotations, as he turned to look behind the ATV, along the path they had been traveling, right on the tracks being left by their ride, a masked stranger had appeared, dressed in black. He was looking right at Scrappy. “Halt, Mr Colton! It appears an unknown figure has appeared on our trail.” Even though Scrappy was sitting right inside the gun turret, it did not even occur to him to train the barrel on the new arrival. He was still wary of the figure.

Though the Doctor had been walking through cities for a while this was the first group of people he had seen so far. Most who knew him were individuals he had healed when they needed him most so, he was unaware of how to approach the group. He walked towards the one at the back of the ATV holding his walking with his palms up to display that he had no weapons ready. When he spoke it was a rich old English tone "I apologize if I startled you I have meaning to acquire transportation to a nearby facility and I wondered if you could aid me." He slowly took out a black medical bag from over his shoulder opening it to reveal a couple cases of gauze syringes and patches along with a little bit of L.I.K.W.I.D "You see I recently finished treating a friend of mine of an illness he acquired quite recently and am running low on supplies would you be willing to help. I will pay whatever is needed."

"HI!!!" suddenly orchi was behind the doctor,he had sneaked behind him "i might be able to help you! They gave me a chemistry lab and a i know alot about this plants,maybe i can assist you on the creation on some sorta cure" he grabbed his book and started flipping thru the pages "what is the problem? Poison,venom, maybe some type of diseas? Im sure i can help out"

Startled by the strange over zealousness of the man he merely chuckles before talking to him in a calm tone "Nothing like that for I have already cured him it was nothing much just a small case of pneumonia nothing to worry about on that front. I just need to get back to a nearby safe zone where my residence is so I can restock. I have plenty of supplies back home. I just require transportation." Pulling out a large roll of cash he shows it to both of the travelers. "If this won't suffice I have more medical supplies at home that I can trade"

"i dont have a concept of money, so if they want the cash they can have it, i just wanna see your methods of healing, they seem interesting and wouldn't mind expanding my knowledge"

Thinking over the proposition he comes to a conclusion relatively fast "I can teach you a couple of things but, I can' give away all the trade secrets or it becomes meaningless are you alright with that much? As for the rest of you I would be more then willing to pay for passage. Do we have a deal?"

"from my part all good"

"Turning to the other members he shoulders his bag once more* "Would the rest of you demand any compensation? I am more then willing to provide."

She walked around from the APC to talk to the Doctor. The fact that he was still using money denoted that he might not be from a Safe Zone. Still, he might know where the missing team was... "I'm sure we could come to an arrangement, Doctor" She spoke, assuming the man was a medical professional given his tools and terminology, "We're here looking for others who didn't report back to us. If you'll help us, we can help you. Sound fair?"

The terms sounded reasonable and, the fact that his residence was located slightly outside of the safe zone meant it would be a little bit of trouble to find. "That sounds acceptable to me. Although I am a doctor I should have enough equipment for a fight. Before that however are any of you injured in any way. I wish to evaluate you all seeing as though you look a bit shaken. Will that be ok?"

The android held up a hand, "That won't be necessary, Doctor." She spoke with a smile, "Just got finished running away from an extremely large Floramorph, but we're none the worse for wear; just some spiked blood pressure and adrenalin levels." She looked over to Scrappy, who had the mobile device. "Scrappy, please show the Doctor who we're looking for?" She looked back towards the Doctor. "May I have your name, sir? I'm Hera, Phoenix Safe Zone Paramilitia, Medical Officer."

Pulling a few small pills from within his robes he offers them to the android anyway "My name is Jonathan Haselhurst, it's a pleasure to meet you all. M.D, P.H.D and various other qualifications. I am a independent field medic as of the moment. Take these for the adrenaline crash that will come it will keep you from tiring I insist"

Scrappy didn’t move from his turret nest. Instead, he pointed his head towards the nearest wall and his one headlight came to life. It produced a beam that fell on the wall and projected a circular, 2D image where it fell, that was about 8 feet in diameter. The image was the display on the device attached to Scrappy, being projected onto the wall. He flipped through the images to show the others the ones they required.

Studying the image closely he memorizes the details quickly "I believe they might have come through this area I did see at least a couple of lone travelers moving through this are I offered them help but, they may not have heard me. As promised I will assist you and please let me know if anything happens that I can offer additional aid for while we are traveling."

Hera took the proffered pills, handing one to Colton, then preparing to hand one to Orchi, before hesitating, her eyes blinking yellow briefly before returning to a bright blue. She snapped the pill into quarters before handing one to the smaller creature that had different physiology. "If you feel strange after taking this, let me know, please."

He looked at her impressed by her caution it was a trait all to rare these days. Too many people trusted him simply due to his profession and even though that allowed for easy treatment he always felt sorrow for those that couldn't recognize danger. "I admire your caution but, I assure you the pills are just low dose lorazepam they have side effects unless you have herbal allergies for which i have a remedy for that as well"

"I do indeed recognize them from my database." She responded, "But Orchi here is smaller size and of a different species, hence my adjustment of the dosage. If there are no side effects, he's fine to take the rest." He looks at Orchi, "Unless you have a different medication, as the Doctor stated?"

The doctor looks on curiously as he tries to assess the creature and instead brings out a small blueish green pill and hands it to the being they keep calling orchi "You said you wish to know how to make the medicine I know how about starting with this. It's a blended herbal concoction with no side effects that works to boost mental focus which they call Resveratrol and is safe even in extremely large doses take this and I will show you how to make it"

"hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I have something like that" he pulled out his book and flipped thru the pages "what was the name...... no not fungal paste that's medicine.......... something like that........ right! here it is" he showed the page to the doctor man, it had the recipe and procedure to make something called alert juice "this is what you have, this juice enhances the senses of the consumer, mostly hearing and visual sense, it has helped to get past dangerous areas, only downside being that the effects last surprisingly long and you can be overloaded easily, kinda like with a flashbang grenade"

Taking a closer look at the recipe the Jonathan is surprised at the simplicity of the recipe of the juice "Hmm well made and easy to create a brilliant booster through and through. If I might however, to counteract the negative effects try adding a little bit of cannabis to the mixture and It should take away the overloading effect while keeping the visual stimulants active." Looking back at the woman called Hera he studies her face through the eyes of his mask "I cannot get rid of the feeling that, perhaps, I have seen you before. No matter. As you say I will assist you in finding these other people in exchange for transport to my lodging I have a small warehouse nearby with limited weaponry if any of you are in need of a new firearm or anything of that caliber."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes blinking yellow as she considered what Dr. Haselhurst said about recognizing her. "I'm sorry, I have no record of your name or voice pattern in my memory before now, Doctor, though it is still possible. I would need to see your face at some point to confirm further." She walked to the APC and opened one of the side hatches. "In any case, please...join us. I'd like to know more about your other patient you mentioned; are they stable? Do they require Triage?"

"No they were fine when they left. Arguably better so then when they were healthy. As for you I agree it is too premature to know if I do remember you, as I said it was merely a feeling. As for my face well I will show you should we reach my residence your more then welcome to scan your database to see if you remember. Before we go I would like to take an inventory of our current Items to make sure we are prepared to set out" Lifting his robe slightly it makes a heavy thud when it hits the ground he then proceeds to pull various weapons from his cloak "On me I have several vials of medicine and pills. This cloak is made from furnished Kevlar and I have 1 Ceramo-Graph knife plus a 10MM with ammunition from before the disaster along with a few vials of G.O.O.P I apologize if it isn't much" Entering the vehicle he places his bag between his legs "Let us go"

With Dr. Haselhurst joining the party, the APC moved on, scanning the immediate area as they moved on towards the coordinates of the missing squad's last transmission.... (All PC's make a Mental Roll)

(14+3=17 total)

19+2=21)

(11+4=15) (edited)

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((6+4=10))

(GM rolls 10) (Dr Haselhurst, Hera and Orchi: Spectacular Success) The three of you see it in the distance or hear it on the wind even before the scanners pick them up: A small flock of large bird-like creatures, approaching you from a perch in one of the taller buildings. This gives you ample time to prepare yourselves * (You three can perform 1 action before combat begins) (Scrappy and Varrain: Regular Success) *The two of you note something coming on the scanners, hear the screeches of the oncoming flock of avian faunamorphs roughly the size of maccaws... ((ROLL INITIATIVE)) (that's 1d20, no modifiers) 13 Screechleaves (edited)

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(Birds 20) The Screechleaves suddenly went into a dive faster than the party expected, leaving only those who had enough time to prepare to be fast enough to move first! (Dr Haselhurst, Hera and Orchi make 1 action each first in any order, then initiative turns as follows in #fl-discussion )

Reaching into his cloak as he drops his bag he grabs his gun in one hand and a small reddish pink vial in the other preparing to fire "Be Alert!"

he peacefully looked trhu his bag and pulled out some liquids and mixed them together on a bigger vial while humming a tune

Hera had time to move into firing position, taking aim with her rifle at the swarm of creatures diving at them. (For Orchi, Hazlehurst, and Hera, next action rolls will be +2 due to preparedness) The bird flock suddenly broke off into multiple smaller groups, attacking everyone in the party with their beaks and talons! (In order of initiative, All PC's roll TWICE; one Physical to DODGE the birds, then one for whatever other roll you wish to make)