Alyn nodded, although the curves of his mouth lowered into the beginning of a frown ever so slightly.

"You're not wrong. But I'm hoping I can get the thing back up and running." Alyn responded.

"It supposedly has repair systems and stuff, and I got this repair kit now to help things along. I'm suspecting the thing has its own AI or something, depending on how much I can get it restored, so I should be able to theoretically give it commands from afar with my telepathy along with my data pad, so I'm hoping you can keep it to upgrade your transport. So it's my hope that between all of us we can eventually have our own fleet of absolutely-overkill bad-ass vehicles that puts any action move to shame. Or real-time sci-fi game for that matter." Alyn said with a chuckle.

"And you make a good point, Ajakstu, about looking for weapons that we can mount on our vehicles. Especially if we can give them orders from afar autonomously. My Psiwalker walker responds to my telepathic commands and can move independently, and your circuitry can upgrade your/Duke's large transport. And I'm working on the Doom...err, the Alynwalker. I feel like this is a turning point in the creation of our world-dominating fleet of eclectically awesome vehicles!" he said excitedly.

Pesky looks at his vehicle, suddenly feeling a little inadequate.  His groundcar is strictly functional at this point.  He's never taken the time to weaponize it, though that seems like a good idea.  For another time.

"Guys," he says, his voice coming out urgent and pained.  "How long's this gonna take?  I gotta get...somewhere."  He nods his chin, indicating his brutalized shoulder.  "Can we talk upgrades later?"

OOC: Health is 3 FWIW - not exactly sure if that's dire or not, but it ain't great.

(No, that's a whole different type of system.)



(He's got a point-- y'all should rest for the night soon and let Pesky have a chance to use the REST move.)

"We should get going then," Ajakstu said. "Got to get back to the battlemech before The Seeker and his mechanical minions arrive."

With that Ajakstu mounted the walker with perhaps a sad glance in the direction of The Duke's disappearance.

"Or do we go see if perhaps The Duke landed in a convenient hay bale?"

Alyn considered.

"I think the Duke went flying off in the direction of the Doomwalker anyway, so let's head that way. And Pesky can rest on the way too."

Is it a plane? Is it a Bird? No its a big fucking ball of fire heading straight at the ALynwalker!!! Well not straight. The ball of fire swerves like mad and is it cursing? It doesn't take to long to realize its the Duke with what seems to be the only thing left from the ship he left on its massive truster. The giant and the piece of teck blast super close past the Alynwalker and slams into the ground nearby the last remains of the engin part melting in a flare of fire as the Duke steps away from it making sure his cooler was okay. He beams when all is good and he only seems to have some singed clothes here and there.

"Well guess you cant make a jetpack out of it."

And without further ado hops into the back of his taxi and falls asleep

"It's like I spoke it into being," Ajakstu whispered.

He went over and helped The Duke to rise and place the cooler in its spot in the walker.

"Wait until you see the upgrade!" he chortled, and went on to explain the voice control feature in very small words.

Its totally clear the Duke needed no help carrying the Cooler though he offers Ajakstu a half eaten burger assuming the small man was hungry.  When he starts to explain the upgrade it was made even more clear the Duke had little interest as he was greeted by the loud snoring of his student.

Pesky moves slowly away from the others, returning to his vehicle.  Climbing into the back seat is painful, but he hopes a good rest will help.  It usually does.

When he wakes, it takes a minute to remember that he is even injured.  He is shocked at how much better he feels, though he still doesn't make any sudden moves.  He steps out of his car and slowly stretches, looking around for the others.

Alyn does a quick inspection of everyone to make sure everyone is okay after the rest, and then after eating a bit with the others he gently herds people back onto the road to head toward the Doomwalker again.

As the group approaches the Doomwalker... it's still where they left it, good...

Closer... uh-oh, Vomol and his robot followers are there! Bad!

Closer... They're trying to get into the Doomwalker... Bad...

Closer... They... don't appear to have quite succeeded in getting that one hatch open again, that's good...

Closer... OOPS but they JUST did!

But you're close enough to do something about it now! May we dine? the mind-moths ask Alyn, just for starters. Some of these things ahead can think...

Alyn nodded to himself, as he looked skyward a bit.

Yes my pets, please feast to your hearts content on them. he replied back telepathically.

He turned to his party.

"Alright look alive people! Those asshat robots are trying to break into my Doomwalker! Dukie? I helped you get all kinds of exotic food justlike I promised. Ajak? I helped you get some cool lewt. Pesky? I helped save you from becoming monster-chow, and hooked you up with some nice gear because I want to help you shine. Cat-men and elementals? I've been having your backs all along." Alyn said.

"So now's time to repay the favor. Let's get those asshole robots out of my Doombot, by any means necessary! Lethal force is fine, but the mind mothers are going to be helping too so please adjust your attacks accordingly so you don't harm any of them. Or my Doombot, for that matter!"

Alyn's eyes then began to flash with bright light for a moment...

21:31, Today: Alyn Reed rolled 4 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 2,1.  Weird/Scary.

OOC: Ack! I was trying to telekinetically grab the robots that were about to go in and fling them way back outside again!

Duke? does this failure qualify for your prophecy? I'd like to dust that bad boy off.

ooc: Aye loosing the roboy sounds a spectacular bad thing.

The Duke rouses from his snooze in his ride and grins as they rush at the robots. Still with his mind on wanting a suit of armor his voice cracks as he leaps from the vehicle way to soon to run over.

"Metal and scrap glorious in its shine. Stomp it chrush it to make it mine. Destroy them without fear to make from them an armor i can wear."

The Duke rushes over with a happy whaaagh as the prophecy excapes from his mouth.

ooc: And so its Written but hey the Duke loves to fail this move for some reason. Well GM feel free to fuck up another try for a robot sized armor ;-)

10:07, Today: The Duke rolled 6 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 1,4.  Scary.

--6 or lower: the GM will do his best to make some part of the weird mad
babbling come true, as soon as narratively possible, but it won't be nice, and
will probably be twisted and freaky

09:43, Today: Alyn Reed rolled 1 using 1d6 with rolls of 1.  Prophecy.

OMG lol! I guess Alyn as doomed to fail his telekinesis check LOL. Doesn't mean we lost the doombot yet, but it is a bad start lol!

Pesky finally spots them.  Just in time to see them go from calm to agitated.

He mutters to himself as he grabs his gun from the car and runs to their side.

What the hell's happening now?

Ajakstu shrugged. "I see our plan is chaos," he says to Rake.

Disembarking from the walker, he orders it. "Go stomp on all of the robots or metallic beings or non-organic mobile units near the large structure."

With that he skirts the edge of the combat, looking for The Seeker, the head of this metallic snake.

Alyn grabs a robot and flings it-- and he does so. But it turns out that that robot was holding onto the Doomwalker's "ankle hatch," and he/it takes the hatch with it-- the hatch is ripped off-- three robots hurry inside.

(Ajakstu notices that one of those robots was Vomol.)

The mind-moths descend on the robots... they cluster around just a couple of them, though... Then other robots activate two devices they're carrying about the size and shape of hat racks... the moths return to Alyn. They have machines to ward off telepathic attack. It should only affect you somewhat, but it is very effective against us.

In reply to The GM (msg # 64):

Seeing  Vomol go inside, Ajakstu scans the Doomwalker for a separate access hatch.

19:38, Today: Ajakstu Gul rolled 11 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 4,6.  Insightful .

Interesting. Well, I wonder what they'll do when they aren't able to use those machines anymore? Fall back for a bit until we're able to do something about those machines. Alyn thinks back to the moths.

Alyn then turned toward the fight, and his eyes flickered...but he couldn't get his powers to focus properly due to being so angry that they were entering his Doombot!


23:31, Today: Alyn Reed rolled 4 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 1,2.  Weird.

Well I was going to try and telekinetically grab the anti-telepathy things and fling them away or something, but...instead, I'm contributing to the community xp pool. :P

The Duke starts to sprint a horrifying sight when that mass goes ever faster and faster with no intention of slowing down. His demolisher gloves activate with a crackles and the Duke barrels straight for the group of robots and that open door!! Will he fit? Will the momentum do damage and how bad are those gloves. Comming close he spreads his arms to draw as many of them through that small door hole as possible with the maximum momentum. It was going to be a meatgrinder for tin cans!!

ooc: Back to the rolls that do succeed. Atrocity!!

A 10

10-12: Strong Atrocity: Charge any one strong opponent, or group of weak opponents, and destroy them. You don't even need to use any weapons (though you may). If your next move is an assault or atrocity, take +2 forward.

10:50, Today: The Duke rolled 10 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 6,3.  Atrocity Time.
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Pesky ducks low and runs as best he can, skirting the group and heading to the back of oncoming mob.  As far as he can tell he has not been seen.  He kneels, bracing his rifle, and fires at one of the robots trying to get into the doomwalker.

11:56, Today: Pesky rolled 10 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 5,4.  Shoot robots - add Insightful, trying to uses Tactics.

Tactics with a 10 gives me 2 bonuses:
--Take -1 damage each time you take damage in this fight.
--Others get a -1 penalty toward hitting you for the rest of this fight.

Ajakstu finds the outline of another hatch at the base of the Doomwalker's other leg-- and it's not being guarded.

---

Alyn draws attention to himself. "Incoming!" yells one old robot painted in colors like he's wearing a military uniform. Two of the largest robots-- each of them half the size of Alyn's vehicle-- come racing toward Alyn.

---

Pesky takes out the next robot to attempt to follow Vomol inside, cha-KOW! Then The Duke arrives at the hatch...

The Duke tears into the robots by the hatchway that Vomol already went through. He (with the timely assistance from Pesky) manages to stop anyone else from following their leader inside. The others draw back for the moment, uncertain how to best deal, in a hurry, with this horrifying human semi-natural disaster.

Massive girth plus momentum this thin called physics make it impossible for the duke to stop his rampage into the titan. Powergloves on hi slams through the door with a mighty *PFLOP*  as the hole is streched a little wider in a quite uncomfortable way and the Duke rushes to introduce his Demolisher gloves to Vomol caring little how much of the Doomwalker he needs to use to reduce the Doomwalker thief to a pilke of scrap.

"HERES DUKIE!!!!"

ooc: Atrocity 10. Vomol is my main target now. Collateral damage isto be expected and encouraged with the building destroying gloves turned on and in a tight space.

10-12: Strong Atrocity: Charge any one strong opponent, or group of weak opponents, and destroy them. You don't even need to use any weapons (though you may). If your next move is an assault or atrocity, take +2 forward.

08:45, Today: The Duke rolled 10 using 2d6+3 with rolls of 5,2.  Atrocity +2.

"Dukie! Go easy on the Doomwalker, will ya! Or so help me I'll...I'll...I'll put you on a diet or something!" Alyn shouted as he turned and looked angrily at the oncoming robots.

"Enough playing around..." he mutters as his eyes flicker with power.

OOC: Okay, so Alyn is trying to telekinetically grab both of the 2 robots that are heading towards him, and hurl them hard at the area where the telepathy jammers are (or at least at one of them otherwise), and trying to cause as much damage to said robots and jammers as possible.

In all of the confusion Ajakstu ducks lower and skitters over to the second hatch. Whipping out his infiltration kit, he works to gain access to the inside.