Full Version: Recruitment(SR4): Fight or Flight
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| The closest you can do is host them elsewhere and link them from here. |
That's cool. I don't really have any place to host them, and I don't have much time to spend looking for a solution. It was just something to spice things up. BTW Shadow, what do you think of my character?
Did you draw them Ronin?
Winter
Winter
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| Did you draw them Ronin? Winter |
I sooooo wish. I struggle drawing squares. However, I am a consummate image theif, and can usually find SR-esque images all over the place, specifically military-themed ones.
Question:
The statement concerning attribute cap at 6 is in the Physical & Mental Attributes section of character generation in the SR4 BBB. My question is, does that limit extend to special attributes (Edge, Magic/Resonance)? IE, can't have a 6 in Agility and a 6 in Edge.
Winter
The statement concerning attribute cap at 6 is in the Physical & Mental Attributes section of character generation in the SR4 BBB. My question is, does that limit extend to special attributes (Edge, Magic/Resonance)? IE, can't have a 6 in Agility and a 6 in Edge.
Winter
The language is a little ambiguous, but here's what it says on the subject:
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| Players my not spend more than half their total BP on Physical and Mental attributes (for a standard 400 BP character, this means a cap of 200 BP). Also, characters cannot have more than one attribute at their natural maximum. |
Here is my take on it. Since the 200 BP expenditure max only applies to Physical and Mental attributes, I would say that the "only one attribute at natural maximum" rule also only applies to the Physical and Mental attributes. Thus things like Edge and Resonance/Magic are separate and can be raised to their max.
Again, YMMV, and in this game Shadow's word is gospel, so I suppose we should wait for him to reply.
That's been my take on it too when I've been GMing. Will wait to see what Shadow determines o'course. 
Winter
Winter
As far as I know, that is correct. The restriction only applies to Physical and Mental Attributes.
Ok, character sheet almost done, but it's 4:40am and I'm about to pass out. I'll finish this sucker up tomorrow and get it posted by the end of the day.
Winter
Winter
Hey Shadow, I can't seem to find any stats on underbarreled grenade lauchers in the book, except for what's listed for the Ares Alpha and the XM30. I'd like to get one attached to Dwight's AK-97 (single shot M203-type), but I need some Cost/Availability/ etc. stuff on it. Any chance you could whip some up?
Sorry for my lag, I got the freakin' flu... AGAIN. <mumbles about people at work that come in while they are sick and get everyone else sick>
Anyhow, I'm still going through the rules and checking on a few things, I'll try to have a sheet for you later tonight.
Anyhow, I'm still going through the rules and checking on a few things, I'll try to have a sheet for you later tonight.
Character sheet and concept below:
Winter
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Winter
As a human, shouldn't the character's Edge be at least 2?
Ah, yes. As a modifier. Corrected. Thanks!
Winter
Winter
Shadow has graciously allowed me in.
So I'm rolling a rigger, not a drek-hot drone/ganger type rigger, but the consummate professional driver - punctual, discreet, informed and friendly - the indispensable mover of sensitive corporate personnel from A to B. For a price, of course. Not so much a skangy, hard-bitten, paranoid shadowrunner, more a twilight-runner doing legit work in addition to more shadowy stuff.
Some of you may recognize this post from Dashifen's game. All I can say is, "Whoops."
So I'm rolling a rigger, not a drek-hot drone/ganger type rigger, but the consummate professional driver - punctual, discreet, informed and friendly - the indispensable mover of sensitive corporate personnel from A to B. For a price, of course. Not so much a skangy, hard-bitten, paranoid shadowrunner, more a twilight-runner doing legit work in addition to more shadowy stuff.
Some of you may recognize this post from Dashifen's game. All I can say is, "Whoops."
The Transporter? 
Winter
Winter
Funny... somebody else said that. I haven't seen the movie. But I'm basing the character on a driver that we use at my RL company. He's the greatest. Not the slightest bit sinister, just excruciatingly competent.
The way I understand it, the Transporter is more combat oriented...?
The way I understand it, the Transporter is more combat oriented...?
Yeah, but not so much in the car. He's just a slick driver. It just so happens that out of the car he can whoop ass.
Winter
Winter
I caught the flu again. So I am going to be absent for a few days. Oh the joys of having a child.
It's cool. I don't think everyone is ready yet anyway.
Get better soon though.
Get better soon though.
Yeah, I have a 1.5 year old, so I know how easy it is to catch anything that is going around in daycare. Hope you get better soon.
To everyone else: I think we should take this time to start figuring out what relationships our characters have with one another. You know, like which of us are good friend with one another, and which of us we have only worked with a couple of times. It should add an extra dimension to this game.
Also, I wouldn't be opposed to having some IC conversations with anyone else who has their characters already posted. I think it would be a good prelude to the actual run.
To everyone else: I think we should take this time to start figuring out what relationships our characters have with one another. You know, like which of us are good friend with one another, and which of us we have only worked with a couple of times. It should add an extra dimension to this game.
Also, I wouldn't be opposed to having some IC conversations with anyone else who has their characters already posted. I think it would be a good prelude to the actual run.
Sounds like a good idea to me, Ronin. I'm all for fleshing things out.
Winter
Winter
Well guys, I got a promotion at work today. The bad news is that starting a new game isn't likely the best idea for me, so I figure if I'm gunna drop, I may as well do it before things get started...
Congrats on the promotion, Ecc, sorry to see you won't have time.
And Shadow, get well soon.
And Shadow, get well soon.
Grats Ecc.
I'm keen for some pre game stuff.
I'm keen for some pre game stuff.
Early morning...
Seattle...
2070...
The early morning chill was biting, but Dwight welcomed it. His flight had touched down at SEA-TAC barely 24 hours ago, and already he was reacclimating to the Seattle weather. The mist covered Puget Sound was a welcome sight...a far cry from the swirling sands and desert heat he had spent the last couple of months in.
Dwight walked back up to the Elliot Bay park picnic table and took a seat. From his backpack he pulled a temperature-regulated thermos and several ceramic cups. He opened the thermos and inhaled, drinking in the rich aroma of real coffee. "It pays to have a buddy in Columbia..." he thought as he poured his first cup.
Dwight sat back and took in the view of the Sound in the early morning, with the sun just barely climbing out of the Pacific. He checked his watch...the readout said 0645...about two minutes before sunrise. His company should arrive soon. "It better be soon, " Dwight thought, "or there won't be any coffee left."
Seattle...
2070...
The early morning chill was biting, but Dwight welcomed it. His flight had touched down at SEA-TAC barely 24 hours ago, and already he was reacclimating to the Seattle weather. The mist covered Puget Sound was a welcome sight...a far cry from the swirling sands and desert heat he had spent the last couple of months in.
Dwight walked back up to the Elliot Bay park picnic table and took a seat. From his backpack he pulled a temperature-regulated thermos and several ceramic cups. He opened the thermos and inhaled, drinking in the rich aroma of real coffee. "It pays to have a buddy in Columbia..." he thought as he poured his first cup.
Dwight sat back and took in the view of the Sound in the early morning, with the sun just barely climbing out of the Pacific. He checked his watch...the readout said 0645...about two minutes before sunrise. His company should arrive soon. "It better be soon, " Dwight thought, "or there won't be any coffee left."
Xander cut the engine of his GMV Stepvan and sat in silence for a moment, watching the warm glow of the sun slowly creep its way over the Sound. It reminded him of the rush of warm color that flooded his psyche in a beetle he chipped a few nights ago. He let himself bask in the memory for a moment, as the light warmed his face, before at last popping the locks and climbing out of the vehicle.
Slamming the door behind him, he reached out with his mind and felt the vehicle respond. The locks clamped shut with an audible click behind Xander as he removed a pair of sunglasses from his jacket and somberly slipped them on.
He too checked the time, though not with his watch. Instead, he snatched it right out of the wireless rivers of data--currents of unseen energy that flowed around him, and in which he swam.
Early, he thought to himself.
Tesla's voice crept into his mind, words echoed from a recent conversation that soothed his nerves more than any chip could ever do. "You're still a pro, X. Don't fool yourself, and don't let anybody else either. You just had a run of bad luck is all. Nothing you can't deal with."
Early.
Still as punctual as ever.
Maybe she was right.
Slamming the door behind him, he reached out with his mind and felt the vehicle respond. The locks clamped shut with an audible click behind Xander as he removed a pair of sunglasses from his jacket and somberly slipped them on.
He too checked the time, though not with his watch. Instead, he snatched it right out of the wireless rivers of data--currents of unseen energy that flowed around him, and in which he swam.
Early, he thought to himself.
Tesla's voice crept into his mind, words echoed from a recent conversation that soothed his nerves more than any chip could ever do. "You're still a pro, X. Don't fool yourself, and don't let anybody else either. You just had a run of bad luck is all. Nothing you can't deal with."
Early.
Still as punctual as ever.
Maybe she was right.
Early morning...
Seattle...
2070...
A sleek sedan rolled into a vast parking garage and after a few loops of climbing ramps turned into a space. Space 628. The smoothly running car idled quietly for a moment before the near-silent engines cut. The Driver was dressed in a dark, understated suit and he hustled around to the passenger door. His face blank, eyes focused and intent. He stood, back to his vehicle, facing a non-descript gray door. Behind dark glasses, the man's eyes scanned the building, dialogs flashed with the reports of his drones whirring above relaying data to him in images and harsh sounding jags of digital information as he waited.
The call had come a little over an hour ago. His fixer. Very well connected. Brusque as all get out.
"I have a job. You need to go to this location. >>>coordinates recieved<<< Drive to this location. >>>coordinates recieved<<< And return the client to this location. >>>coordinates recieved<<< Pickup is at 0620. You will be wired payment."
The connection abruptly ended. An hour. Great. The Driver rolled out of bed, scrubbing at his temples in frustration. He showered immediately and began the routines that would make getting his sedan and its complement of drones ready for the trip. Not the kind of time I like. He was fretting. He fretted when there wasn't enough time.
He toweled off at record speed while diagnostics, traffic reports and cheerfully blipping dialogs from his waking drones floated across the mirrors of his bathroom. He grunted to himself as he pulled a neatly pressed suit off its hanger.
He paused before shutting off the lights to make a last minute check of his appearance. Guns are discreet, good. Tie straight, good. He studied the effect of his appearance in the mirror. His non-descript and racially unplaceable face. His bordering on scrawny, but pulling off lean with the right clothes, physique. Short, dark hair and vaguely olive skin. All were in order.
Within 14 minutes from recieving the call he was riding a commuter-scooter, weaving through traffic toward his garage. It was a small and deceptively shabby looking place. He released the security locks, several layers of them, and shivered as he felt and saw the doberman's gunmount whir towards him. He saw himself through its eyes, a warmly red heat signature - and also saw the electronic reticle that danced across his chest and throat.
He swallowed and called the drone off. It clicked and whirred quietly, gun retracting obediently. He whipped a protective tarp off of his sedan and it purred quietly to life. Such a great car.
A modified engine hoist helped the Driver wrangle the drone onto it's rack in the trunk. The two rotodrones were already mounted, waiting.
In minutes he was turning into a big parking complex. Spoofing the ID of his vehicle he slipped in. Space 628.
The Driver's eyes snapped to the door. It was opening. The car was a reassuring presence at his back, and the drone in the trunk even moreso. He stood with his legs spread slightly, hands clasped behind his back. He looked calm and at ease, but fairly sung with tension.
He took a deep breath and waited...
OOC: Who's my client?
Seattle...
2070...
A sleek sedan rolled into a vast parking garage and after a few loops of climbing ramps turned into a space. Space 628. The smoothly running car idled quietly for a moment before the near-silent engines cut. The Driver was dressed in a dark, understated suit and he hustled around to the passenger door. His face blank, eyes focused and intent. He stood, back to his vehicle, facing a non-descript gray door. Behind dark glasses, the man's eyes scanned the building, dialogs flashed with the reports of his drones whirring above relaying data to him in images and harsh sounding jags of digital information as he waited.
The call had come a little over an hour ago. His fixer. Very well connected. Brusque as all get out.
"I have a job. You need to go to this location. >>>coordinates recieved<<< Drive to this location. >>>coordinates recieved<<< And return the client to this location. >>>coordinates recieved<<< Pickup is at 0620. You will be wired payment."
The connection abruptly ended. An hour. Great. The Driver rolled out of bed, scrubbing at his temples in frustration. He showered immediately and began the routines that would make getting his sedan and its complement of drones ready for the trip. Not the kind of time I like. He was fretting. He fretted when there wasn't enough time.
He toweled off at record speed while diagnostics, traffic reports and cheerfully blipping dialogs from his waking drones floated across the mirrors of his bathroom. He grunted to himself as he pulled a neatly pressed suit off its hanger.
He paused before shutting off the lights to make a last minute check of his appearance. Guns are discreet, good. Tie straight, good. He studied the effect of his appearance in the mirror. His non-descript and racially unplaceable face. His bordering on scrawny, but pulling off lean with the right clothes, physique. Short, dark hair and vaguely olive skin. All were in order.
Within 14 minutes from recieving the call he was riding a commuter-scooter, weaving through traffic toward his garage. It was a small and deceptively shabby looking place. He released the security locks, several layers of them, and shivered as he felt and saw the doberman's gunmount whir towards him. He saw himself through its eyes, a warmly red heat signature - and also saw the electronic reticle that danced across his chest and throat.
He swallowed and called the drone off. It clicked and whirred quietly, gun retracting obediently. He whipped a protective tarp off of his sedan and it purred quietly to life. Such a great car.
A modified engine hoist helped the Driver wrangle the drone onto it's rack in the trunk. The two rotodrones were already mounted, waiting.
In minutes he was turning into a big parking complex. Spoofing the ID of his vehicle he slipped in. Space 628.
The Driver's eyes snapped to the door. It was opening. The car was a reassuring presence at his back, and the drone in the trunk even moreso. He stood with his legs spread slightly, hands clasped behind his back. He looked calm and at ease, but fairly sung with tension.
He took a deep breath and waited...
OOC: Who's my client?
The sound of tires crunching small bits of loose gravel snapped Dwight from his morning reverie. He turned towards the noise and spotted a GMC Stepvan easing into the parking space near his old, primer-gray sedan. A smile crept across his face as he opened the thermos and poured another cup of coffee. He then removed two vacuum sealed packets from his backpack, tore them open, and fished out two small cubes from each one...promptly dropping all 4 into the freshly poured cup of coffee.
"Two creams, two sugars...if I reckon correctly. Xander should appreciate this...I got real sugar and cream cubes this time," Dwight thought to himself. He then proceeded to pour his second cup of coffee and resumed watching the sunrise.
"Two creams, two sugars...if I reckon correctly. Xander should appreciate this...I got real sugar and cream cubes this time," Dwight thought to himself. He then proceeded to pour his second cup of coffee and resumed watching the sunrise.
Beckett slowly wandered down the stairs of his apartment. Crossing the street he entered the large parking complex, heading down to the bottom level. Stopping he lifted his head up as he noticed the well dressed man waiting besides his vehicle. Quickly he made his way across the remaining distance.
The somewhat short, for a troll, spoke up in a crisp British accent, "My ride I presume? Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Beckett climbed into the back of the car. Waiting for the driver to get into the vehicle he gave instructions. "Eliot Bay Park if you would be so kind."
The somewhat short, for a troll, spoke up in a crisp British accent, "My ride I presume? Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Beckett climbed into the back of the car. Waiting for the driver to get into the vehicle he gave instructions. "Eliot Bay Park if you would be so kind."
The soy-caf tasted good. Good enough that for once the exhausted elf did not feel the small pangs of regret that it wasn't the real thing.
Gypsy looks around the cafeteria, slowly filling with students ready to start another day in academia. As he joins the queue for a second cup, he once again runs through the proper procedures in his mind, trying to figure out just where he has been going wrong. He'd been in the lab all night, trying to weave the mana properly, just as Professor Knox had shown him, but the results had been less than satisfactory. Although he had no real problems in most of the other areas of magic manipulation, for some reason the elf just could not seem to get a handle on the proper method of Banishment.
Gypsy returns to his seat, absently noting the transfer of funds as the computer automatically debits his account for the steaming cup. Slumping down in the chair, he pulls up his class schedule from his Commlink, grimacing when he sees the long lecture on contracts scroll across his Image Link. Taking a long sip, he makes up his mind to skip the day's lectures, realising that neither his heart, nor his mind were just not up to the task this morning.
Gypsy looks around the cafeteria, slowly filling with students ready to start another day in academia. As he joins the queue for a second cup, he once again runs through the proper procedures in his mind, trying to figure out just where he has been going wrong. He'd been in the lab all night, trying to weave the mana properly, just as Professor Knox had shown him, but the results had been less than satisfactory. Although he had no real problems in most of the other areas of magic manipulation, for some reason the elf just could not seem to get a handle on the proper method of Banishment.
Gypsy returns to his seat, absently noting the transfer of funds as the computer automatically debits his account for the steaming cup. Slumping down in the chair, he pulls up his class schedule from his Commlink, grimacing when he sees the long lecture on contracts scroll across his Image Link. Taking a long sip, he makes up his mind to skip the day's lectures, realising that neither his heart, nor his mind were just not up to the task this morning.
Spotting Dwight, a slight smile crossed Xander's lips and he made his way toward the man. At last arriving, he said, "Grind that yourself, chummer?" followed by a friendly chuckle before taking a seat.
I am going to make the IC and let you guys continue there.
So far I have
Fortune
ES
Theoneronin
Winter
Tash
Whiz
Raiko
though the last two haven't posted.
So far I have
Fortune
ES
Theoneronin
Winter
Tash
Whiz
Raiko
though the last two haven't posted.
Ready to rumble when you are.
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