The Bank Job.   Posted by GM.Group: 0
Shade
 player, 42 posts
 Legacy
Fri 16 Oct 2020
at 18:51
Re: The Bank Job
Seeing the opening made by the pellets, Shade runs in right after Hound.
14:49, Today: Shade rolled 10 using 2d6-1.  Take down.
Impress


He moves in close to one of the guards not covered by the pellet and takes him down, doing his best to ensure that the manager is t harmed in the process.
Plasti
 player, 33 posts
 Protege
Tue 20 Oct 2020
at 07:57
Re: The Bank Job
Plasti is shocked at the bank manager getting shot.  She just made things worse.  Maybe someone else could compartmentalize that better, or not let it bother them.  But they're not here right now, and it's just her.  So she chokes, just standing there as Shade and Hound act.  And then the villain stalks into the bank and shoots a missile at the just freed hostages.  That's no good!

Hound's superhuman speed gets her to the missile before Plasti can fully react, so her action to defend the hostages is redundant, but she keeps at it because no one else is going to get hurt if she has a chance.  She stretches across the bank, widening out to try and form a barrier between mecha-raptor and the hostages, reaching for something heavy with her arms and legs to anchor herself on.

OOC: if it pleases the GM, I'd like to call it spending a Team to help Hound, catching her or the blast from the missile.

And yes, slightly redundant, but it feels right.

Hound
 player, 36 posts
Wed 21 Oct 2020
at 16:58
Re: The Bank Job
I will -absolutely- take that team pool point!
GM
 GM, 47 posts
Thu 22 Oct 2020
at 21:22
Re: The Bank Job
As the missile hurtles towards the fleeing hostages Hound manages to intercept it at the last minute, interposing herself between the weapon and the hapless victims. Hound absorbs the entirety of the explosion and it is enough to launch her off her feet but she is caught in the stretchy embrace of Plasti and saved from any further injury. As the smoke clears the hostages, shaken from their surprise, make a break for the fire escape and safety.

In the smoke filled vault Shade is upon the man who shot Hound in a blink and drops him almost without a sound. As he advances on the one remaining gunman the masked man, already have choked by the gas, drops his gun to the ground and raises his arms in surrender. At his feet the wounded bank manager utters a slight groan.

Just as Falcotron finally squeezes down with a skull shattering power Traveler manages to momentarily freeze the claw for the few seconds he needs to escape in a portal. The robot doesn't seem to notice that Traveler has emerged just a few feet behind him and instead focuses on the recovering Hound and Plasti; advancing towards them with stomps which shake what remains of the building...

Team Pool: 2
Traveler
 player, 34 posts
 Oh, that's a flashlight
 installed in my eye...
Sun 25 Oct 2020
at 23:08
Re: The Bank Job
 Traveler shook off the pain he'd been dealt and tried to think of a way of getting the armored man out of the suit. He reasoned that the power supply on this thing had to be monstrous and probably required a lot of cooling or if it was just a battery, perhaps the computers or servo systems would require a lot of cooling. The only thing he could come up with on short notice was making things hot for him within. So he hacks into the system once more doing his level best to end this quickly.

Traveler rolled 13 using 2d6+2.  hacking Falcotron's internal cooling system.

 He thought maybe he'd done it, hard to tell without some real world time to see what was happening. With a little luck they'd be seeing the real birdman very shortly...
GM
 GM, 49 posts
Sat 31 Oct 2020
at 20:21
Re: The Bank Job
Traveler's hacking succeeds in having largely the desired effect. As the robot stomps towards Hound and Plasti it starts to falter and, as it reaches them, gradually stops. Flapping it's arm around for a second there is then a pause before the avian head folds back and opens up with a visible cloud of steam revealing the head and shoulders of a bald, heavily sweating, man.

Looking down at his machine as if it has betrayed him he rubs his forehead against his shoulder and then continues his advance on Hound and Plasti - clearly the opening of the top of the suit releases enough heat for the rest of the machine to keep working but at the cost of a great deal of protection...
Plasti
 player, 36 posts
 Protege
Thu 5 Nov 2020
at 08:29
Re: The Bank Job
Some people just don't know when to quit.  It looks like the pilot isn't going to quit until he's unconscious.  Plasti makes a fist, takes a step forward, and throws a punch at his head.

Unfortunately, she steps on a piece of rubble as she does so, throwing her off balance and causing her to miss.  And she wobbles off balance for just long enough for the falcotron to grab her out-stretched arm.

She has just enough time to think, This will not end well.

02:21, Today: Plasti rolled 2 using 2d6.  Directly engage a threat.

Well, that's about as bad as a roll can go. :\

This message was lightly edited by the player at 16:02, Thu 05 Nov 2020.

Hound
 player, 38 posts
Thu 5 Nov 2020
at 15:11
Re: The Bank Job
"Plasti! No!"

Hound, seeing her companion about to be manhandled, dove in to the fray directly, heedless of whatever cost there might be to it.

09:10, Today: Hound rolled 6 using 2d6-1 ((6,1)). Anyone wanna spend a team point so this doesn't turn into keystone cops?
Traveler
 player, 36 posts
 Oh, that's a flashlight
 installed in my eye...
Sun 8 Nov 2020
at 22:04
Re: The Bank Job
Traveler grimaced as he saw the scene unfold around him, he was feeling guilty for not being enough to take down the Falcotron himself. He was the only one in close proximity, so sped into action to help Hound save Plasti. He tossed out a portal for Hound to take advantage of, the endpoint appeared like a halo over the robot's open cockpit. Meanwhile he tried his level best to distract Falco for long enough to allow their team move to work...

Team point to Hound.
GM
 GM, 52 posts
Wed 11 Nov 2020
at 20:55
Re: The Bank Job
The Falcotron's claws clamp around Plasti's arm and the pilot's face turns into an ugly leer as he senses the opportunity for victory, or at least to cause some serious pain. However as it swings back one huge claw to deliver a viscous blow to Plasti's face it is forced backwards by the sudden assault of Hound as aided by Traveler's portals.

Falcotron staggers backwards under the onslaught, Plasti dropped and forgotten as it tries to fend off Hound. Eventually, however, your robotic opponent surges back and manages to regain the upper hand with it's tremendous strength and durability. Landing its two claws around Hound's shoulders the wings flip out into an outstretched position and you can hear an air intake kick in somewhere on the suit's rear. It sounds suspiciously like it's readying to take off...with Hound in it's clutches!

Team Pool: 1
Plasti
 player, 39 posts
 Protege
Wed 18 Nov 2020
at 00:06
Re: The Bank Job
This whole encounter was turning out poorly.  Even with his face exposed, the pilot of the bird-bot just kept shrugging off their assault.  And now he is going to take off with Hound!  Plasti isn't about to let that pass, not after the save.

While her elastic body may not be that strong in the grand scheme of things, it is fairly durable and tough.  Which she hopes will be enough as her arms stretch out to wrap up the mech while her legs stretch out to wrap around the bank vault door.  It should be heavy enough to keep him from flying away, at least for a little bit, maybe?

OOC: 18:05, Today: Plasti rolled 7 using 2d6.  Directly engange a threat.
Traveler
 player, 38 posts
 Oh, that's a flashlight
 installed in my eye...
Thu 19 Nov 2020
at 06:35
Re: The Bank Job
Traveler sees what Plasti is up to and nods, tossing a portal directly over the Falcotron, concentrating on keeping the portal opened, the exit aimed at the ground a few meters away. If he took off, he'd end up hitting the ground going through that portal.

 He attempts to unleash his powers: Traveler rolled 8 using 2d6.

 Edit: took the Hopeless condition.

This message was last edited by the player at 23:55, Sat 21 Nov 2020.

GM
 GM, 56 posts
Wed 25 Nov 2020
at 21:05
Re: The Bank Job
As Falcotron's engines fire Plasti manages to latch on in the nick of time. The added weight of the huge vault door slows the machine which only very slow, and with obvious strain, starts to lift from the ground.

With a roar of disgust and a dirty glare the pilot hurls the captive Hound at Plasti - knocking the rubbery girl off from him and sending the two of them crashing to the ground bruised but largely unharmed. The pilot's roar turns to one of triumph as the afterburner kicks in and the power armour launches upwards at terrific speed...right into Traveler's portal!

The impact of the machine hitting the ground is enough to shake the already damaged bank to it's foundations and sends what little glass remains in the windows tumbling to the ground. With the screech of grinding metal and a shower of sparks Falcotron rockets across the floor and crashes into the reinforced wall to one side of the vault door. For a second you think it might be over but as you watch you see it struggling to its feet though clearly it's the worse for wear. Gears and pistons scream in protest as it moves and sparks flash from exposed electrics within the battered armour plating. It is a far cry from the impressive machine you first encountered!

OOC: For the sake of expediency I assumed Plasti went with the 'take something' option - the 'thing' in question being Hound! Loved the use of the scenery by the way!
Traveler
 player, 41 posts
 Oh, that's a flashlight
 installed in my eye...
Mon 30 Nov 2020
at 05:28
Re: The Bank Job
 Traveler attempts to sustain his gateway, maneuvering it over to the vault door, Plasti's move triggering another in his head. He wills the portal to slide under the huge chunk of metal and let it drop on the Falcotron armor to pin him to the ground. He'd never used his power like this so all bets were off and was a spur of the moment brainstorm.

Today: Traveler rolled 9 using 2d6+2.  Portal Tossing (unstable).

Edited for clarity.

This message was last edited by the player at 08:10, Mon 30 Nov 2020.

Hound
 player, 43 posts
Thu 3 Dec 2020
at 22:19
Re: The Bank Job
Hound's multi-hue'd face shifted in color just a bit as she rolled off of Plasti. "Uhm... Hey... Thanks for the save..." Her voice was a little more hesitant than usual.

She snapped out of it quickly, however, as she saw what Traveler was planning on doing. Quick as a flash, she ran over and strained her muscles, yanking the vault door towards the portal.

Adding a team pool to raise that roll to a 10 for ya, Trav!
GM
 GM, 57 posts
Tue 8 Dec 2020
at 20:34
Re: The Bank Job
Traveler's portal is hastily constructed and somewhat unstable but Hound is there in the nick of time shoving the huge vault door through the flickering hole in reality.

Several tons of reinforced steel vault door drop a few feet onto the back of the ailing power armour with a crash that, again, shakes the building. It's difficult to tell from the where you stand exactly what might be happening beneath the door but from the pained screeching and the flow of what looks like oil running towards you from underneath it's safe to assume Falcotron is not doing well...

Team Pool: 0
Plasti
 player, 42 posts
 Protege
Wed 9 Dec 2020
at 04:41
Re: The Bank Job
Plasti takes a few deep breathes as she watches the pile of abused metal.  "Did that finally stop him?" she asks.  "I mean-  Oh, crap, the manager!"

Plasti rushes into the vault to tend to the manager.  She's going to help him get outside - even if the paramedics aren't here yet, there should be some first aid supplies in a police car.
Traveler
 player, 42 posts
 Oh, that's a flashlight
 installed in my eye...
Wed 9 Dec 2020
at 07:54
Re: The Bank Job
 Traveler nods to Plasti and Hound as he takes in his handiwork with his jaw agape and portals forgotten, the guy was under this thing, but was he alive? He moved around the heap gingerly, trying not to disturb anything until he knew the extent of the damage. He tried also not to let his guard down too much, remembering all the times that paid off in his past.

 "Hey Falcotron," he called to the metal pile, "you still in there?"

Today: Traveler rolled 11 using 2d6+2.  Assessing: What is in the greatest danger?
GM
 GM, 58 posts
Sun 13 Dec 2020
at 21:15
Re: The Bank Job
Plasti manages to half drag and half carry the manager out of the vault towards the ruined police car where the other hostages have congregated and you can make out the shape of an ambulance parked a safe distance away. As you hand him over to a waiting police offer you can tell the manager is in a bad way but that doesn't the stop the warm glow that spreads through you from the ragged applause that the small crowd spontaneously erupts into.

Inside Traveler takes his time to assess the situation. It's hard to make out what is in the greatest danger as, from what you can make out, Falcotron isn't in a position to be much of a threat to anything. The vault door continues to shift and rock as the power armour tries to free itself - you think it's clawing it's way towards one of the edges - but somewhat feebly compared to the tremendous displays of power you have seen from it before.
Traveler
 player, 43 posts
 Oh, that's a flashlight
 installed in my eye...
Wed 16 Dec 2020
at 05:44
Re: The Bank Job
 "Hey," Trav said as he bent down to talk under the door, "you need to give up now. It's over, your entire team is in custody or out cold."

 He tried his best to look around the building as he waited for an answer, never moving far from the vault door and Falcotron, but he wanted to make certain there weren't any other victims that needed help. He was not feeling very confident of their victory yet and a swirl of emotions still crept into the forefront of his mind as he tried to assess the situation they found themselves in. He waved to the others outside, basically to let them know that he was ok and falcotron still wasn't causing an issue at this point.
Plasti
 player, 43 posts
 Protege
Mon 21 Dec 2020
at 04:52
Re: The Bank Job
Plasti is grateful for the applause.  It means the crowd isn't blaming her for the mistakes that were made.  Maybe she won't dwell on them now, but she knows what happened.  "You're welcome.  I just need to make sure everything is safe inside."

Bouncing back inside, she makes her way to the pile of metal and spite.  "So, is he down for the count?"

"Seriously?  He's still trying?  Let me see if I can't find a power switch or something."
  She crouches down in front of falcotron and stretches and squeezes her arms inside, feeling around for anything useful.  It does occur to her that Rubbermaid would probably take the opportunity to tickle the pilot until he gives up, but that would be undignified.  She finds the buckles for the restraints holding him inside the armor.  She hits the release, then pulls him out.  He sticks a little due to the battle damage, but otherwise comes out easily.

"Now do you give up?" she asks the pilot.

OOC: I guess if I need a roll, it'd be assess the situation.

22:43, Today: Plasti rolled 12 using 2d6.  Assess the Situation.

I was going to ask if the cheering crowd cleared my guilt condition, but that's not important with that kind of a roll.  ;)  I'll take that roll to mean that I can get him out of the machine, and do it quickly.

edit: fixing homophones

This message was last edited by the player at 05:42, Tue 22 Dec 2020.

GM
 GM, 59 posts
Thu 24 Dec 2020
at 21:44
Re: The Bank Job
By the time Plasti makes her way back to the main area of the ruined bank Falcotron has partially emerged from under the vault door - one claw, formerly razor-taloned and now somewhat blunted - pushes it's way free followed by the sweating and bloodied head of the man you saw earlier.

It doesn't take much for Plasti and Traveler to haul the sparking remains of the armour out from under the door and for Plasti to then find a way to release the pilot and drag him free. Falcotron puts up some feeble resistance but there's just nothing left in the tank.

Once out the man sits sullenly on the floor with his legs crossed. Short and squat in stained mechanics overalls he very clearly isn't going to put up much of a fight now he's without his super suit...
Hound
 player, 45 posts
Wed 6 Jan 2021
at 15:06
Re: The Bank Job
Hound looked back to her companions. "I think we got him. And I'm pretty sure everyone's safe. Plasti, you wanna talk to the cops? I think they like you better than me."

It was really hard to tell a blush under the neon mulit-color that was Hound's skin when she was in 'hero' mode.

"Then we all meet up at the sanctum?"
Plasti
 player, 44 posts
 Protege
Fri 8 Jan 2021
at 10:33
Re: The Bank Job
Plasti gives a slight frown when Hound asks her to speak with the police.  She's still not happy that someone got shot in the hostage situation.  But one of the few things Rubbermaid and Shadow agreed on was not wallowing in your mistakes.  "Yeah... associate of The Exemplars.  I'll talk to them.

"Shade, can you call the Exemplars, let them know it's over?  I don't think we're getting any intel out of the pilot here.

"Traveler, copy as much data as you can from the suit.  We need to leave all the hardware for the police to collect.

"Everyone else, let's get all of these crooks out to the police.  Rendezvous at the Sanctum sound good."


She picks up the pilot and carries him as she walk out to talk to the police.  It should be fairly easy dealing with them.  The real trouble will be if any reporters show up before she can get away.
Traveler
 player, 46 posts
 Oh, that's a flashlight
 installed in my eye...
Fri 8 Jan 2021
at 21:09
Re: The Bank Job
Trav nods and gets to work as the others take on their roles. Now that there was nothing holding him back from concentrating his efforts, he should be able to slice into the machine with a steadier hand, so to speak. He's also feeling pretty damned moody about the whole endeavor and needs to get his head clear so he does his job as quickly as he can. Anger was only the tip of the ice berg as he should've put the falcotron down sooner, he shouldn't have been allowed to continue on such a rampage. He began to sift through the information he could find and as he searched he copied...

This message was last edited by the player at 10:43, Mon 11 Jan.