Kalos' Games #spacecopsic 2/11/2017

DiscoDude: **---BEGIN SESSION---**
DiscoDude: **Session logging commenced**
Keith: "Well. Shit."
Cyril: <:do_do:279152078750875651> <:do_do:279152078750875651> <:do_do:279152078750875651>
Ommy|GM: Covon just sits there silently, before Lotus speaks up, "...What are we going to do?"
Keith: "That's a good fucking question."
Cyril: "Uh. Shit. Let's start looking this guy up, he doesn't seem like he's being careful, I bet we can find something online."
Keith: "I am glad at least some of us can keep our cool... After all this shit that happened."
Cyril: _FUMES >:I_
Lily: "fuck"
Lily: "doublefuck"
Keith: "You..." Keith says, pointing at the avali "Covon. You have no reason to withold any information from us, can you share with us what you know about him?"
Miri: _is just sort of low-key having a meltdown in the corner._
Ommy|GM: After looking Ommy up, you can find him on various dating sites.
Ommy|GM: Meanwhile Covon responds, "He seemed nice at first, but at times he seemed a bit...hostile and...cold..."
Ommy|GM: "I'm not sure how to explain it but...he would just for no reason just...become angry and hostile."
Lily: "wait, i think the most important question is how did he hear us
Ommy|GM: "...I had my TacNET on..."
Lily: "wwe are in hyperspace, how did he sync with our comms?"
Cyril: "She was on this ship a long time ago, right?"
Cyril: "Maybe her implant was still hooked up."
Cyril: "And he got in through that."
Ommy|GM: "That part I don't know for sure...but he was connected to my tacNET and...wait..."
Ommy|GM: "...Is this...DOM's ship...?"
Keith: "Yeah, I mentioned that."
Cyril: "...Oh. Yeah. You didn't recognize it?"
Keith: "He left it to us. On his last will."
Ommy|GM: "...I...Oh..."
Ommy|GM: She goes silent before sititng in the goop, still tangled, "...Well...I guess he really liked you guys, huh..? Did he ever talk about...me?"
Keith: "He thought you were dead, we've heard, after his death... After he- Apparently, found you in the internet."
Ommy|GM: "...I want payback." She mumbles, "I want to get the joy of brining them down."
Keith: "Well. Can you share with us the extent of our new quarry's powers? It's a thing to consider."
Keith: "On a side note, I can't understand why he would just kill DOM, like that."
Lily: "wait, one more thing, if he's connected to your tacnet, you should turn it off before we say any more"
Lily: "if you already haven't"
Lily: "and also, does that mean he's in hyperspace right now?"
Ommy|GM: "Shapeshifting...Control over emotions...He menitoned something about remote hacking...And I turned it off after hearing the message."
Lily: "you better not be lying."
Keith: "Anything else? He seemed the kind to show off."
Ommy|GM: "...He really hated people loving each other and not him."
Cyril: _looks alarmed. Goes to mess with the ship's computers._
Keith: "Well... Cyril! Got some dirt on him?"
Cyril: "She said something about remote hacking, I don't wanna get remote hacked."
Ommy|GM: After some fiddling witht rhe system, you think you managed to make it as secure as possible.
Keith: "Wha- I was asking about... Your search"
Cyril: Niice. Locked up like Fort Spaceknox.
Cyril: Oh, yeah, the dating profiles?
Keith: (Is your character saying this?)
Keith: (But, yes, that)
Cyril: (yes that)
Keith: "Da... What?"
Ommy|GM: (Keith are you connected to Covon's dropbox?)
Cyril: _thought he showed 'em, whoops. Sends the pages and things to everyone else's contacts. "Didn't seem like there was a *whole* lot of useful information"_
Keith: (Well, not currently)
Keith: (I didn't keep any of the drives on)
Ommy|GM: (Okiodoke)
Cyril: (Is there something else for Cyril to plug into his brain? :D )
Ommy|GM: "...Fuck me..." Covon mumbles to herself.
Keith: "... A bit sudden, after all that... Specially after turning down our previous offer."
Cyril: _skitters over now that he's done computerfixing. "What's up?"_
Ommy|GM: "No, he took my gear and is now running off with it."
Keith: "running off with it to where?"
Ommy|GM: "He sent me photos and sent it to my cloud...And I don't know."
Cyril: "Shit. We'd better go try and track him down, really don't want him getting away."
Keith: "Where he could run off with this stuff? Do he have a home? A ship?"
Ommy|GM: "He wrote on my wall and it says something like..."Gas Canister factory plant...? Whatever that means..."
Keith: "I suppose that a show-off like him likes to taunt..."
Keith: "Cyril! Can you find this!?"
Cyril: _pulls up spacegoogle_
Keith: "Covon, send the photo over to Cyril"
Keith: "So he can search exact words"
Ommy|GM: Cyril you pull up a planet with a factory that **used** to produce gas canisters, until an explosion happened in the basement of the factory which lead to quarntine.
Keith: (Quarentine?)
Ommy|GM: (yes)
Keith: (Might want to correct that)
Cyril: "So, I think I found the planet... But it's a whole planet, not something we can really search though."
Keith: (Cyril)
Keith: (It is not a whole planet)
Keith: (Read again)
Keith: (It was one factory, ON a planet- not the whole planet)
Cyril: "Hopefully he just means the factory."
Keith: "Hopefully it is not a trap- Or a misdirection, it does sound a bit too good to be true"
Ommy|GM: "I remember my computer was here..."
Cyril: _hears "trap". Raises the *LASERPUNCHER*_
Cyril: "Oh yeah, your laptop!"
Ommy|GM: "You could see the photos from there."
Cyril: _RUNS OFF to investigate this laptop that nobody would let him look at earlier_
Keith: "Well, sure, Cyril, boot up the Covon drive."
Keith: "ONLY THE COVON DRIVE!"
Miri: _is out of it enough she doesn't even try to stop him._
Lily: _follows cyril to make sure nothing gets plugged into his brain_
Cyril: _is holding the cable and doing his best to look innocent when Lily enters. Uhhh_
Keith: _keith heads in with cyril, and tries to take DOM's drive and pocket it, on the sly._
Lily: "No. Bad Cyril.
Keith: (Should I roll for that?)
Lily: "No brainjacking"
Cyril: !groll 10
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 7 (degree 3; success)
Keith: (What's that for?)
Cyril: (Sleight of hand contest? sleight vs perception)
Cyril: (I thought you were gonna roll to sneenk)
Keith: !groll 10
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 9 (degree 1; success)
Cyril: _doesn't try to like, steal it or anything, at least. "Hey, what's that one?"_
Keith: "Death."
Keith: _Keith stares into Cyril's eyes_
Cyril: !groll 10 (willpower to resist intimidate)
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 13 (degree -3; failure)
Keith: !groll 12 (fast-talk)
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 14 (degree -2; failure)
Lily: (Kras, is your mic working?)
Cyril: _ROLLS HIS EYES. Goes back to plugging the Covon Drive into his head._
Keith: "If you ever lay a hand on this drive unnautorized, we will crush it. Do you understant? We're like... Three, and you are only one, don't try anything funny."
Keith: _Keith walks out of the room and goes on to pat on <@!Miri> 's shoulder_
Cyril: Jeez, I just wanna see what's on it, you don't need to get dramatic.
Keith: "Hey, how are you holding up?"
Miri: _wakes from her fugue with a start._
Miri: "I, uh. I'm fine. Just...a little out of it." She mutters under her breath: "we've attracted the attention of someone very, very dangerous..."
Keith: "We're getting a read on him right now. It seems that we might be able to ambush him somewhere... Hopefully not the other way around."
Cyril: "Jesus. So, looks like he's threatening Covon, telling her to come to the factory. I guess we should get some more grenades. He wrecked her house and everything."
Keith: "It seems like... We've landed on our feet, so-to-speak. And running- Or whatever way the saying went..."
Cyril: "SHIIIIT."
Cyril: "He said."
Cyril: "Bring your friends along."
Cyril: "Then a creepy smileyface."
Lily: 😉
Keith: "Stay sharp, Miri, we are likely to have to act quikly."
Keith: _Keith says, giving a last pat on <@!Miri> 's shoulder_
Miri: _nods and shoulders her rifle._
Keith: "Lily. We probably should set the coordinates. Let's hope the fucker is not sending us off his scent."
Cyril: _shares the spacegoogle results. **The factory has two sections, on the first floor, one for making aluminum canisters, while the other was making the fuel, while the basement floor plan was practicaly barrnen, showing maybe more things to be added on.**_
Miri: _takes a deep sigh. "This has all the earmarks of a trap."_
Cyril: (QUESTIONS: Is this factory abandoned, and would anyone mind us blasting the everloving fuck out of it? And, how hard would it be to get a shitton of ordinance down to a planet?)
Cyril: _also has a question FOR COVON! "Did this guy ever get drunk? Like, was he immune to alcohol or something?"_
Lily: !groll 11 hyperspace navigation
DiscoDude: <@Lily> rolled 9 (degree 2; success)
Ommy|GM: "He drinks orange juice...most of the time, other times fireball whiskey and actual alcohol.."
Miri: _raises an eyebrow._
Cyril: "Gross, earth-fruit."
Miri: "You mean like, what, *rubbing* alcohol?"
Cyril: "Did alcohol get him drunk, though?"
Keith: "Hey. There's nothing gross about oranges, okay?"
Ommy|GM: "He didn't seem to be affected, just liked the "taste"...And his personality just switches back anf forth..."
Cyril: _gives Keith a weird look. Must be an alien thing._
Cyril: "Oh, dang. Hmm."
Cyril: !groll 14
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 10 (degree 4; success)
Cyril: _has a House, M.D.-type epiphany_
Cyril: _looks into the distance_
Cyril: "Guys, I think this cat fucker has some kinda split personality thingamawhozit"
Keith: "No shit."
Keith: "Sherlock."
Miri: (AFK; BRB)
Keith: "I am glad you was able to share your genius with us today."
Ommy|GM: "Oh so that's what's what it was called." Covon shrugs.
Cyril: _pats the top of Keith's head. "Always happy to help."_
Cyril: _, in the meantime, looks out the windows into hyperspace with hyperspectral goggles_
Cyril: _is sure this is an AMAZING idea_
Keith: (How do you spell Cuil?)
Miri: (that's how)
Cyril: (Like that)
Lily: !groll 13
DiscoDude: <@Lily> rolled 5 (degree 8; success)
Ommy|GM: You get down to the planet **perfectly**
Keith: (Or, we could boobytrap the airlock)
Keith: ( *creepysmile* )
Keith: (We scrape her off the floor)
Keith: (Then place her on the bed)
Cyril: _sticks motion-sensing tanglers under the dashboard 😎_
Cyril: _attaches hyperspectral goggles, just in case_
Ommy|GM: You see a mars-like ground, except the ground is light-blueish, probably oxidized copper. You see the affromentioned factory, all glass panels blown out from the building and a big as rip in the top of factory, looking rather...odd and strange.
Keith: _Keith looks around, and smells the air. He looks down, on the ground beneath his feet. And then looks up, at the sky._
Keith: "Wow... So this is what being in a planet... It is so... Open..."
Lily: _is vaguely uncomfortable, agoraphobia_
Cyril: (isn't Lily like, super uncomfortable in open spaces)
Cyril: (Right that hah)
Miri: "I grew up in a place like..." Miri takes a deep sniff. "...no. Nothing like this, actually."
Cyril: "Keith, where the fuck is the sky"
Cyril: "What the heck is this"
Keith: "Above us? Around the planet? I don't know..."
Keith: "I am not a... Planetologist."
Lily: "Can we just go? I don't like being out in the open like this"
Miri: "I've seen photos of disaster sites more scenic than this..."
Cyril: "This isn't the color skies are supposed to have."
Miri: _kneels and tries to get a better look at the tear in the building through her goggles._
Cyril: _ZOOM, ENHANCE_
Keith: *Keith checks his radiation badge*
Ommy|GM: You're goggles go crazy, Miri, the material is rapidly fluctuating colors.
Cyril: "Wait this isn't the color a building is supposed to have either"
Cyril: _passes these things to Lily so she can see the C O L O R H O L E_
Lily: "weird"
Miri: _curses._
Miri: "Something's either wrong with the goggles. or...*really* wrong with that building." She shudders. "He's ready for us."
Cyril: "Dang psionics."
Lily: "We didn't have any warning about this.
Ommy|GM: however, the rest of the building is completely  fine, just the material from massive blown opne hole.
Lily: _pulls out her force gun and walks forward_
Cyril: _enables LASERFIST_
Lily: "I don't know about you guys, but I want to go in, being out here sucks"
Keith: _Keith pulls his force gun out as well_
Keith: "I think we should approach carefully."
Miri: _nods._
Cyril: "Yeah, we're... Not getting a lot done out here. Should we smoke 'em out first?"
Lily: "I think we should get in quickly, we are out in the open, we can be picked off out here"
Cyril: _holds up a grenade 😈_
Keith: "I saw nothing special in my... vision..."
Miri: "We clearly don't have the element of surprise here."
Lily: "Inside we'll at least be able to dodge or hide or something, let's go in"
Miri: _nods in agreement._
Keith: "Miri, do you want to take the lead? You don't... Bleed out, if something cuts your arm."
Lily: _is already at the door sorta lol, and she holds up her gun as if to blow the door open_
Lily: "You guys ready?"
Keith: "Not quite."
Miri: "I'll take point. If there's a trap...well, I'm less likely to die if something explodes."
Keith: "So, Miri first, Lily second, Cyril third and me last? Wait, where does Lotus fits in this?"
Lily: "Let's shoot the door down and go in. and we shoulkd be standing to the sides of the door, it's a straight shot through the door"
Cyril: _IS READY_
Lily: Two to the left of the door, three to the right,"
Cyril: "I'll go left?"
Miri: _takes the left side with Cyril._
Miri: "Ready to breach when you are," she whispers.
Keith: _Keith stands besides the right of the door, leaving space for someone to be closer to the door, other than him._
Miri: (BRB 1 more sec)
Lily: _stands in front of keith :B_
Keith: (BRB, gota check cats)
Cyril: _holds the laserfist in one hand, and a handful of tanglers in the other_
Keith: (Elusive felines caught)
Cyril: (Let's *open this door* https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SIMON_breach_grenade )
Keith: (remember, double knockback)
Lily: !roll 4d6+2
DiscoDude: <@Lily> rolled 4d6+2 for 13 [4d6 = 1, 2, 2, 6]
Cyril: (Forceguns get double knockback- The knockback mode doesn't increase it further, it just makes it not do any normal damage)
Miri: _shouts through the door, "Identify yourself!"_
Lily: !roll 3d6 + 28
DiscoDude: <@Lily> rolled 3d6 for 8 [3d6 = 2, 1, 5] +; and 28 for 28 []
Miri: !g 16
DiscoDude: <@Miri> rolled 8 (degree 8; success)
Miri: !r 8d6
DiscoDude: <@Miri> rolled 8d6 for 28 [8d6 = 6, 4, 5, 4, 3, 3, 1, 2]
Lily: _walks over tacnet "remember, we aren't killing this guy, we're taking him in"_
Lily: _talks*_
Cyril: _grumbles internally. >:I_
Miri: _responds: "if this guy's as dangerous as he's demonstrated so far, we don't have that option."_
Lily: !groll 10
DiscoDude: <@Lily> rolled 6 (degree 4; success)
Lily: !roll 4d6+2
DiscoDude: <@Lily> rolled 4d6+2 for 18 [4d6 = 4, 2, 4, 6]
Keith: (Stone or concrete?)
Keith: (Try 1 meter?)
Cyril: !groll 6 (for CHUCK)
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 16 (degree -10; critical failure!)
Miri: !groll 16
DiscoDude: <@Miri> rolled 13 (degree 3; success)
Keith: ( <@!Miri> , range gives a -4 )
Lily: !groll 10
DiscoDude: <@Lily> rolled 5 (degree 5; success)
Lily: !roll 4d6+2
DiscoDude: <@Lily> rolled 4d6+2 for 14 [4d6 = 5, 3, 2, 2]
Cyril: !groll 11 (to TANGLE)
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 16 (degree -5; failure)
Keith: ( <@!Miri> , technically, you need to tell only *who* or *what* you are aiming at, but not *where* in the object, you *can* decide that when you shoot)
Lily: !groll 12
DiscoDude: <@Lily> rolled 8 (degree 4; success)
Lily: !roll 4d6+2
DiscoDude: <@Lily> rolled 4d6+2 for 17 [4d6 = 5, 4, 5, 1]
Keith: !roll 3d6 vs 10 (pls)
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 3d6 for 7 [3d6 = 2, 4, 1] vs; 10 for 10 [] (pls)
Keith: !roll 4d6+2
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 4d6+2 for 15 [4d6 = 3, 5, 1, 4]
Keith: "I knew we would meet again."
Lily: ( "we fucked, now you're gonna get fucked." )
Keith: "Tho, you made us come to you. Tsk."
Ommy|GM: "This isn't over yet." They sounded more...feminine somehow.
Keith: "It seems like this IS over."
Cyril: (Ultrafine vibroknife. Can literally peel open powerarmor 😎 )
Miri: !g 16
DiscoDude: <@Miri> rolled 15 (degree 1; success)
Miri: !r 8d6
DiscoDude: <@Miri> rolled 8d6 for 32 [8d6 = 5, 2, 6, 6, 1, 6, 3, 3]
Cyril: _performs an emergency retangling_
Ommy|GM: "Activate code, DOM-39-!" But as they saw this, they are propelled towards the gun as it says, "ACCESS GRANTED: DETONATION."
Cyril: "Dang psions."
Ommy|GM: Lotus applies the Neural Pacifier on the cat.
Keith: ST 36
Cyril: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlrFixkakaA
Keith: It looks like a laser
Cyril: "Cool, new guns."
Keith: "I see all the colors in this laser"
Keith: !groll 16 (first aid)
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 12 (degree 4; success)
Ommy|GM: !end