Buzz zips to the left-hand door-- will Denton follow...?

"I don't think these guys like us very well." Denton quips, trying to use macho virtue to mask the pain of getting shot, again. "Maybe you shouldn't have been so rough on their robot."

Denton follows Buzz, preparing to step up between her ans any trouble if need be. She was a far better pilot after all.

Buzz and Denton swiftly go through the left-hand door...


(Each of you do an Insightful check, please...

(Denton, that's 2d8-1 for you...))
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Buzz is so focused on keeping an eye out for the cultists, that she's hardly paying any attention to where she's going.

OOC: I rolled a 4.

OOC: Denton Quade rolled 4 using 2d6-1 ((3,2))

Denton stopped, like immediately stopped, and did a double take. He smiled and whistled to himself.

Taking two strutting steps he walked up next to Buzz, looked down at her with that stupid shit-eating grin that seems to always be plastered on his face and nods to her in a 'I see you got it' way as he says. "Damn, but you do make the seat of those pants look sexier than a man can ignore."

Ego driven ignorance rules the day as the culteployees go unnoticed by our dashing ne-er-do-well hero in the making. Even the stinging burns, the blood, and the frazzle ended faux cigar don't seem to dampen his spirits. Nor do they draw his attention from Buzz's shapely posterior.

(Buzz and Denton each gain 1 xp. I'd add another penalty, but they're in enough trouble as it is.)

There's only enough time (and only enough attention span, apparently) to get a quick impression of this new room-- it's a big laboratory! Science-doing-people (it's not obvious that they're scientists-- they're not holding diplomas nor anything) in white no-contamination suits (at least you can tell they're unarmed, or at least can't possibly get to any weapons they might have on them in a hurry) are standing or walking around doing science stuff.

The trouble is, the more trigger-happy cultployees are gonna be coming in right behind you at any second!

Fortunately, this room has a door at the other end of it. There's a window in the far wall that shows that the other door opens onto a new hallway-- one with no one in it yet...

There are two lengths of standing-island counters that people are also doing science things on in the room... Soon, Buzz and Denton might want to hunker down behind those as they make their way to the exit...

The science-doing-people look a bit alarmed when Buzz and Denton run in-- and then they're even more alarmed. "Danger Patrol!" they gasp, muffled behind their masks...

Buzz's eyes go wide at a new room full of people, and the hazmat suits do nothing to quell her anxiety.  But seeing a clear hallway at the far end is enough motivation to keep moving.

Her spur-of-the-moment plan is to take a deep breath and hold it (no telling what's in the air), rush down the left-hand side of the room (maybe the pursuing cultists won't see her?), and dash out the far door.  Ideally, she'll fire off more rounds of her ray gun at the various science experiments as she's leaving.  Hopefully, that will slow ... something down.

And if Denton's so intent on staring at her ass, he'll be following.  If he makes a different decision, at least she won't have to deal with being treated like a piece of meat any more.

Buzz and her anatomy hunker-run behind an island science counter. This event absolutely does not go unnoticed by Denton...

Sizing up the scientifical-types, Denton rapidly selects two wearing suits of the appropriate size, sizes them both with the finesse of a prison gaurd's body cavity search, and smiles his best 'I love violence' smile as says, "These two should fit nicely. Please, remove your suits promptly as my friend here abhors blood stains on her clothing."

Turning to Buzz, Denton shrugged, shot her a quick know-it-all wink, and explained, "Suit up. We'll fight it out in here, just break stuff to create a hazard. I figure that's not why this stuff is here so they'll have to turn off the violence. Might give us a chance to find an edge."

But there is no time to suit up, because unsurprisingly (to Buzz), the door that Buzz and Denton came in by opens, and the pursuing cultployees enter, see Denton, and open fire.

The science-doers jump toward the sides of the room, away from the man who seemingly forgot that armed guards were hot on his tail//right behind him.

(09:04, Today: The GM rolled 5 using 1d2+3 ((2)).

Denton takes 5 damage. (Is he still alive, I think? (It would really help if you guys would keep track of your HP in your bio lines...)))

Buzz is still making a bee-line (pun intended) for the far door, maybe knocking bits of stray science equipment backwards as she crouch-runs for all she's worth.

Denton whirls about, smiles painfully, and rushes the cultists, " Never die alone." He says as barrels into the nearest cultists.

Denton rolled a 9 , 2d6+2 forcefully to attack with impact glove, he has taken 17 damage so far
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(Since Denton is, specifically, a Two-Fisted Warrior, you may choose to use this move from your playbooks:

--Righteous Fury: You’re even more dangerous when you’re bloodied. You may add +2 to a roll if you have less than 10 HP, or +3 if you have less than 5 HP. (But if you do, the GM gets to escalate things afterwards if he wants!)

Will you use it now...?)

OCC: Denton has 5 HP left, will opt to take advantage of the +2 if alllowed to get a total of 11 on this roll.

Hiding behind his shield until last moment, Denton closes on the cultists with all the speed he can muster, and at the last moment to expose himself and strike the first cultist he reaches just under the hinge of the jaw driving his powered gauntlet deep into the soft tissues of the neck on a line for the man's spinal cord.

Denton takes out the closest opponent without taking (any more) damage to himself.

(20:44, Yesterday: Buzz Corey rolled 10 using 2d6+4 with rolls of 5,1.  Raygun shot, plus Weapon bonus, plus Lucky break!)

Meanwhile, near the far end of the room, Buzz fires a raygun shot that hits NEAR the doorway she and Denton just came through-- she hits a power junction box right next to the edge of the doorframe. Something on the other side of the wall explodes (the lights in the lab flicker), and the cultployees exclaim in surprise and pain. The door itself slams shut. The lack of lights on the wall that were previously lit up suggest there may be, to say the least, a small delay in opening that door again.

The science-doers, on the other hand, remain frantic. "She's blown the power conductors! Quick, stabilize the power in here before the cascade causes us to lose the containment fields!"

Well that sounds maybe not-great...

"Get down here, now, you void-blasted target range!" screams Buzz at Denton as she fires a few more shots of the raygun to keep the scientists (and any guards still in the room) frantic and distracted.

"Damn, woman, no need to serenade me." Denton quips. He runs to Buzz, smashing aside.anyone who gets in front of him. "I already love you, and that was some great on the fly problem solving. Reckon we ought to get out of here though."

Most of the science people are distracted by trying to keep their containment fields from failing, whatever that signifies. The lights start to flicker a bit again. "Damn it, Leon, route the failing systems through sectors 95 to 135! NOW! Alice-- Alice, get off the floor and get up here!"

As Buzz and Denton are exiting the room, Buzz fires one last shot, directly at the scientist barking orders to his subordinates.
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"Damn, you got a mean streak in you, my dear." Denton says as he heads past her into the corridor beyond. "Hey, maybe you are to shoot out one of those containment fields too."

The man falls. It's not clear yet if he's dead or alive... he looks like he might be dead, though... Another science-person rushes to him, checking his vital signs... Half of the others stop what they're doing and crouch down, fearing more gunfire...

...Annnnd the whole lab (although just the lab, the lights are all still on in the hallway) goes black, as the lights, and every other electronic device inside, all lose power.

The new hallway runs left and right for about 40 yards in each direction. Each ends in a door.
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:31, Sun 26 Jan 2020.

Buzz will defer to Denton's choice of hallway this time.  Hers seem to be ... less safe than she'd prefer.

"Pick a direction, and make it snappy."

While Buzz is waiting for Denton to choose a path, she tries to lock the door behind them.  This way, they'll be harder to follow and if the lab blows up, they'll be slightly more protected.

(Buzz gets 1 new xp.)

The door appears, instead, to be stuck open.

Screaming starts from inside. The people still in the lab start rushing for the open door...

"Go right." Denton says to Buzz, charging up the gauntlet. "I'll see if I can get a little more cooperation from the door."

Using a few well placed punches Denton attempts to smash the door loose enough to force closed behind them.

(Denton Quade rolled 11 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 4,5.  forceful to force door closed.)

Satisfied with the effect of the punches Denton grabs the door with both and tries to drag it a close to closed as possible, "Hey, I think I might have found the right button combination."
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