New Year, New Me!!

[Sum of All Fears]

Date: 1 Jan 2099
Time: 1000
Temp: 10F

Happy new year indeed. I guess you can toast to your survival.

It's been several days since you made your way to Chicago. The city is not what it once was. The glory, lights, people, and atmosphere is but a shadow of what it used to be. Crumbling buildings dot the skyline, jutting up like bones from the ground. Water, power, heat. All of these things are commodities, and rare ones at that. Fires burring to keep people warm in the cold of the winter is the norm. A thin haze settles around the city from the smoke adding even more to the oppressive feeling of doom. The cold winds constantly swirl about adding to the uneasy feeling permeating everything. The NEMA forces begin shifting their focus away from defeating the apocalypse and towards ensuring there are people who are able to survive it. Many unknown variables are in the works and no one has good answers.

NEMA has been taking volunteers to join the militia to assist in the fighting. Your group has been segregated from the others. Now Captain Gomez arrives this morning to bring news of your fate. The doors of the elementary school you have been staying at groan in protest as the cold does what it can to keep them sealed.

Gomez looks irritated, ”Alright. Listen up. I’ve managed to convince people that you’re worth keeping around. While NEMA is hard up for people, those who have been exhibiting…”abilities” have been taken elsewhere. Your actions in guarding the convoy have helped give you this chance to do some good. I have been assigned as your liaison to the NEMA forces here in Chicago. Staff Sergeant Matcher will act as your military advisor and my aid when you are not in the field.” She pauses for a moment to let her words sink in. ”Now understand. There are a lot of people in need of help and NEMA only has so many resources. So you’ll get to choose and/or volunteer for missions that you feel will fit your abilities. Oh and before you ask. I have been given permission for a couple of NEMA personnel to train those who used to be civilians in the basics of combat, however after your showing, I’m not sure what they can teach you that actual battlefield experience hasn’t. Either way you’ll get about one…maybe two months worth of training before taking on your first mission.” Her look softens a bit, ”Now what questions do you have for me?”

[Liam Marconi]

Perception (24%, standard): 1d100: [40] = 40
JIC (d20/d%): 1d20: [17] = 17 / 1d100: [85] = 85

Liam is not entirely certain of the wisdom of selecting Chicago as the place to set up a permanent survival base for the apocalypse. It is far enough north to get severe weather, and the location near the lake means massive snowfall in the winter. The massive local populating means there is a constant need to gather food. It is also not a manufacturing center, nor is it located near particularly useful resources.

What it does have is a central location and a transportation hub. It also has a large supply of fresh water.

When asked what he wants to study, Marconi will respond, "I have been having...odd experiences...near the blue zones. If others did not corroborate them, I would wonder if I was hallucinating. As it is, what I can do needs to be studied. I have encountered one or two others who seem to be able to do similar things, perhaps more like me can be found and trained as a resource."

He seems to have mixed feelings, the Blue Zones are dangerous, but only there can what he does be studied, catalogued, and possibly even understood.

He does add after a bit of consideration, "These days, the areas where the blue lines are can be pretty dangerous, I might need training in survival skills."

[Falcon]

OOC Comments

Perception: 18% / 1d100: [25] = 25
JIC: 1d20: [15] = 15 / 1d100: [6] = 6
+2 v HF, +2 v Lethal/Non-lethal Toxins, +6% vs Coma/Death, +2 vs Magic, +2 vs Insanity, +2 vs Psionics

Your group has been segregated from the others. Now Captain Gomez arrives this morning to bring news of your fate.

Falcon looks up from where he is oiling Rex’s freshly repaired body armor. As he recognizes Gomez his right hand moves away his holster where it had been resting upon hearing the new arrival. A moment later he recognizes not one, but two bars ”Room, Attention!!” he says, slightly above his regular voice level. Falcon snaps to attention with a crisp salute. Nora and Rex follow suit standing at a canine version of attention.

Once released from attention by Gomez, he and the hounds move closer to hear what she has to say.

I have been assigned as your liaison to the NEMA forces here in Chicago. Staff Sergeant Matcher will act as your military advisor and my aid when you are not in the field.”… There are a lot of people in need of help and NEMA only has so many resources. So you’ll get to choose and/or volunteer for missions that you feel will fit your abilities. Oh and before you ask. I have been given permission for a couple of NEMA personnel to train those who used to be civilians in the basics of combat, however after your showing, I’m not sure what they can teach you that actual battlefield experience hasn’t. Either way you’ll get about one…maybe two months worth of training before taking on your first mission.” Her look softens a bit, ”Now what questions do you have for me?”

Falcon takes the lead on this, but thinks as he speaks. ”First question. How have you gone from First Sergeant to Lieutenant to Captain in, like, two weeks? That is normally 4 years at least. F@(k up, move up? How am I still a Staff Sergeant and can’t even get Marconi from PFC to Corporal? The least you can do is finish the paperwork for Marconi and get Shepard form civilian to Private – E-1. It would help if his being a NEMA bootlicker were made official. It would also help if I were a Sergeant First Class or First Sergeant to help with the autonomy issue and decrease the fight with quartermaster. Not that the pay will change.”

That finished he backs up, realizing he, once again, has bullied his way forward.

When asked what he wants to study, Marconi will respond, "I have been having...odd experiences...near the blue zones. If others did not corroborate them, I would wonder if I was hallucinating. As it is, what I can do needs to be studied. I have encountered one or two others who seem to be able to do similar things, perhaps more like me can be found and trained as a resource."… "These days, the areas where the blue lines are can be pretty dangerous, I might need training in survival skills."

Listening to Marconi Falcon realizes what an asset he is. Not just when fighting demon babydoll caterpillars, but his mind as well. We need to stop lurching from emergency to emergency. ”I support that and whatever Shepard decides. Our team is good and knows what it needs best. Speaking of which, I am good at what I do, but we don’t always need that. Any chance I could get some training time with the Roscoes? Maybe a suit of their armor as well to increase flexibility? That way, when you don’t need me killing things I can be rescuing them.” Falcon pauses a moment to think, then continues. ”We could probably use a 4th member as well. Trying to be everything to everyone is difficult with three and I will have a list of gear for you in a day or two. Starting with one of the combat ATV’s or similar.”

Looking around Falcon takes a breath and indicates for Marconi and Shepard to add any thoughts.

[Benjamin Shepard]

OOC Comments

Perception 15% - 1d100: [56] = 56
JIC: 1d20 - 1d20: [7] = 7 / 1d100[ - 1d100: [88] = 88

Shepard glances at his wrist watch and sighs before looking back up at the ceiling from the comfort of his makeshift cot in one of the classrooms that served as a sort of barracks. Sleep hadn't come easy since the world went to hell and ever since the group's most recent ordeal, it'd become even more difficult to catch a few winks.

Suddenly, that familiar feeling of being watched starts to creep up on him and he shudders, but not from the cold. He turns over on his side to glance out the window. Nothing but darkness and stars. After watching for a moment he turns over on his other side, away from the window, satisfied that nothing was really out there. The NEMA shrinks told him it was probably a form of anxiety brought on by intense trauma. They don't know the half of it...Shepard mused. He picked up the ceremonial dagger laying beside his things and slowly unsheathed it. They're still trying to find a scientific explanation for everything that's going on and coming up with diddly dick.

He runs a finger across the grooves and and strange markings carved into the blade before sheating it and clasping it to his chest. Holding it seemed to stave off his anxiety and after a few moments he drifts off to sleep.

A knock at the door of the classroom causes Shepard to sit up straight in his cot.

"Agent Shepard? They're expecting you in the briefing room, sir."

"Shit!" Shepard spits as he haphazardly throws his clothes on and runs out the door and past the NEMA soldier standing by the door.

Gomez looks irritated, ”Alright. Listen up. I’ve managed to convince people that you’re worth keeping around. While NEMA is hard up for people, those who have been exhibiting…”abilities” have been taken elsewhere. Your actions in guarding the convoy have helped give you this chance to do some good. I have been assigned as your liaison to the NEMA forces here in Chicago. Staff Sergeant Matcher will act as your military advisor and my aid when you are not in the field.” She pauses for a moment to let her words sink in. ”Now understand. There are a lot of people in need of help and NEMA only has so many resources. So you’ll get to choose and/or volunteer for missions that you feel will fit your abilities. Oh and before you ask. I have been given permission for a couple of NEMA personnel to train those who used to be civilians in the basics of combat, however after your showing, I’m not sure what they can teach you that actual battlefield experience hasn’t. Either way you’ll get about one…maybe two months worth of training before taking on your first mission.” Her look softens a bit, ”Now what questions do you have for me?”

Shepard grimaces as he opens the door slowly and creeps into the room. Thankfully, it looked as though they hadn't been there long.

When Gomez's gaze falls on him, Shepard speaks up sheepishly.

"Well, Captain, I suppose I wouldn't mind getting a bit more weapons training, or perhaps a bit of a NEMA vehicle crash course. They showed us how to handle ourselves back at Quantico, but I'm no soldier.

Shepard scratches his head, thinking for a moment before deciding to add a bit more.

"Also, I know it might sound crazy, but I was something of an Occult buff back at the Bureau. Used to look into cases that were a bit um, strange, one might say. I would like to have the opportunity to have a look at any texts, recordings, anything really on the occult and the strange. I know the scientists have their theories, but maybe we need to be looking at things from another perspective. Um, Ma'am."

[Liam Marconi]

(Rolls Carried over)

Shepard scratches his head, thinking for a moment before deciding to add a bit more.

"Also, I know it might sound crazy, but I was something of an Occult buff back at the Bureau. Used to look into cases that were a bit um, strange, one might say. I would like to have the opportunity to have a look at any texts, recordings, anything really on the occult and the strange. I know the scientists have their theories, but maybe we need to be looking at things from another perspective. Um, Ma'am."

Liam listens and nods slightly.

Liam says, "Actually, that meshes well with my theory that the Blue Line Eruption is a recurring phenomenon that is the source of many myths and legends. People like myself have a mutation that allows us to utilize the released energies. Possibly occult and mythological tales, while written from the perspective of those without the scientific method, could contain information that could be gleaned about some of the previous contacts with beings that came through the bridges in the past."

[Falcon]

(Rolls Carry Over)

Falcon looks at Shepard and considers what would help the most. Wonder if his interest in the occult came from high school DND, Rifts, and BattleTech.

"Shepard, if you want to study other things, I'd be happy to give you basic rifle instruction during our down time. Given enough time, we might be able to touch on a couple weapons and skills."

[Sum of All Fears]

Date: 1 Jan 2099
Time: 1000
Temp: 10F

CPT Gomez glares at Falcon, ”You think we’re getting paid? The entire economy has collapsed. We’re on a barter system right now. And I’ve only been given the rank as a way to keep me out of other affairs. My only job is to act as a go-between for you guys.” Gomez’s expression softens as she looks at Liam, ”Yes. The blue zones. Why do you think you all have been segregated from the other refugees? You know there are those in higher leadership positions who actually believe that you will lose your minds and kill me, giving them an excuse to begin attempting to eradicate all traces of the blue zones influence. Those are few voices right now and we’re trying to keep it that way. As far as I’m concerned we need all the help we can get and you all proved yourselves with the convoy. That’s why you’re being given this chance to help. Make the most of it.” Gomez seems to have briefly lost the mask of military professionalism and spoken directly from the heart.

And as soon as it was there it was gone. CPT Gomez looks down at her notes, ”Liam, you’ll be allowed to visit a near-by blue zone under escort. Agent Shepard, the library is open to you. I’ll make sure you have access to it and to any additional individual weapons training you’d like. Sergeant Macher I’d like you to be part of the escort team for Liam. In case anything should go pearshaped I know you’ll be there to assist him. She looks around at the faces of everyone present. ”The command has allotted two months for training you. Once that is complete, I’ll bring you a selection of missions that need to be accomplished. Any final questions?”

[Liam Marconi]

Perception (24% - Standard Zone): 1d100: [86] = 86
JIC (d20/d%): 1d20: [2] = 2 / 1d100: [46] = 46

Liam nods at the part about the current economy, money of any kind has always had an arbitrary value based on the belief in the strength of the government backing it. Without a trusted central government, there is no value to any money, so barter is a requirement.

Liam replies, "Frankly sir, there have been times in the last few weeks when I have doubted my own sanity. If they believed the reports without question, I might well doubt THEIRS. The fact that they are giving me a chance to run these tests just goes to show how crazy the world has become."

Liam thinks, No matter how strange things have been, I have to treat them as real, because failing to do so could get me killed. Better to be alive and doubt my sanity, then dead and sane.

Liam looks over at the Falcon, "If I am going to be staying out in the wild areas to study the Blue Zone, I am going to need to know a bit more about living off the land. We are not going to get a lot of studying done if we have to dome back every few days for supplies."

[Falcon]

OOC Comments

Perception: 18% / 1d100: [13] = 13
JIC: 1d20: [20] = 20 / 1d100: [45] = 45
+2 v HF, +2 v Lethal/Non-lethal Toxins, +6% vs Coma/Death, +2 vs Magic, +2 vs Insanity, +2 vs Psionics

CPT Gomez glares at Falcon, ”You think we’re getting paid? The entire economy has collapsed. We’re on a barter system right now. And I’ve only been given the rank as a way to keep me out of other affairs. My only job is to act as a go-between for you guys.”

Falcon furrows his brow, well as much as he can, at Gomez’s response. ”Gomez, hence the ‘not that the pay will change’ comment. Do I need to start holding up a ‘SARCASM’ sign for you? We used to joke officers had to give up a portion of their brains each time they promoted, but….”

Falcon slows to take a breath. It has to be stressful on her. She is not reacting like the person I know. ”And it doesn’t change the point. Right now I have the rank of every other squad leader in NEMA. It would help if I had a rank that would open more doors if we are going to be a special forces unit.”

I’d like you to be part of the escort team for Liam. In case anything should go pearshaped I know you’ll be there to assist him. She looks around at the faces of everyone present. ”The command has allotted two months for training you. Once that is complete, I’ll bring you a selection of missions that need to be accomplished. Any final questions?”

Liam replies, "Frankly sir, there have been times in the last few weeks when I have doubted my own sanity…..Liam looks over at the Falcon, "If I am going to be staying out in the wild areas to study the Blue Zone, I am going to need to know a bit more about living off the land. We are not going to get a lot of studying done if we have to dome back every few days for supplies."

With this Falcon is obviously pissed, but makes sure to focus his ire on Gomez, not Marconi. ”Fine! I’ll play babysitter…again. At least I won’t need to kidnap a team and get them in hot water to get my charge back.”

With this Falcon storms off, but not so far he can’t hear the rest of the conversation. All I wanted was roscoe training. People are getting hurt and killed because I can’t help them. I’m a killer, not a hero.

[Benjamin Shepard]

And as soon as it was there it was gone. CPT Gomez looks down at her notes, ”Liam, you’ll be allowed to visit a near-by blue zone under escort. Agent Shepard, the library is open to you. I’ll make sure you have access to it and to any additional individual weapons training you’d like. Sergeant Macher I’d like you to be part of the escort team for Liam. In case anything should go pearshaped I know you’ll be there to assist him. She looks around at the faces of everyone present. ”The command has allotted two months for training you. Once that is complete, I’ll bring you a selection of missions that need to be accomplished. Any final questions?”

Shepard nods to Captain Gomez. "Thank you, ma'am. I'll get to work right away. He watches Falcon storm off and frowns. I think he might regret that, later, but... I get it. He's been through a lot these last few weeks. He gives Marconi a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "If either of you need me, I'll be at the library. Who knows? Maybe I can find out something about your... condition." He flashes Marconi a half smile and heads off to the library.

Over the next few weeks, Shepard throws himself into his research. He scours the library for anything that might be of use: books on the occult, alien abductions, ESP, shamans. Anyone coming to visit will find one of the tables in the library stacked high with dusty books and littered with empty and half-full coffee cups.

Most of the time, Shepard sleeps in the library as well, having set up a cot in order to have easy access to his research. He only eats what he needs to subsist and looks haggard, his stubble having grown nearly into a proper beard. The only time he leaves is to shower and to escape to the firing range with Falcon in order to learn the ins and outs of some of heavier NEMA weapons.

OOC Comments

Shepard will scour the library's available resources to find whatever he can that might assist him in understanding the world's current situation:

Lore: Demons and Monsters (75%) - 1d100: [96] = 96
Lore: Magic (50%) - 1d100: [88] = 88
Lore: Mythology (50%) - 1d100: [31] = 31
Lore: Native Americans (42%) - 1d100: [24] = 24
Lore: Religion (95%) - 1d100: [50] = 50

He will also work on trying to acquire some skill with heavier NEMA issued weapons: Try to acquire W.P. Energy Rilfe skills.

[Sum of All Fears]

Date: 2 March 2099
Time: 0800
Temp: 30F

Over the next two months everyone comes to the same conclusion…The world will never be the same. Any thoughts of somehow returning to how things once were and the comfortable lifestyles are gone forever. The harsh conditions do improve slightly as people have figured out how to feed and heat several areas of the city. NEMA works to secure areas for people to live. A Thriving Black Market soon takes root with gangs becoming the owners of parts of the city.

Liam and Falcon spend most of their time close to a nearby blue zone. Over time both of them come to better understand Liam’s abilities. The blue zone is more than they thought. Liam comes to the realization that he’s pulling power directly from the blue zone. Through his will he is controlling a force he can not explain. After a month he starts getting briefed by CPT Gomez on his findings. “Magic” is what it’s being called. It is fitting as some things you have figured out really do defy the law of physics.

Falcon gets first hand experience of this “magic” and comes to a much better understanding of it. He does have additional training, put on by one of the surviving search and rescue teams. In passing he does hear that CPT Gomez pulled some strings for them to be available during Falcon’s off time.

Shepard is able to expand his knowledge base in the Library. He combs through many texts regarding pantheons and demons. Legends of every type. Many are not helpful, but he is able to find several very old texts regarding the time of Atlantis. It seems to describe some of what people have experienced here. After several weeks Shapard does accompany Liam to the blue zone just to get a better idea of how “Magic” is supposed to work.

As the weather begins to warm and the ice melts, you are resting in the school. It’s been several days since you finished your training regimen. CPT Gomez calls you all to the entryway.
”I hope your training has been fruitful. We’ve been having multiple issues pile up over the last two months. I have three here for you to choose from. First, there’s a sizable farm about 10 miles away. We have not had any contact with them, but a scout team reported seeing activity. Right now with the food shortages, we need all the food supplies we can get. Your mission would be to negotiate with the farmers. Convince them to fall under NEMA and lend their support to the city. Second, We’ve a report of monsters taking up residence 25 miles south in the abandoned town of Pontiac. The scouts reported seeing what they described as Monsters. No additional details. Your mission would be to scout the area and call in airstrikes to eliminate the threat. Third, a supply convoy went missing around the former Del Monte area. Your mission would be to locate and assist them in completing their supply run to Indianapolis. She stops talking and looks at you all. ”I’ll give you time to talk it over. Contact me by radio with your decision and I’ll arrange for transport.” She does pause for any questions before leaving you to decide your course of action.

[Falcon]

OOC Comments

Perception: 18% / 1d100: [41] = 41
JIC: 1d20: [7] = 7 / 1d100: [96] = 96
+2 v HF, +2 v Lethal/Non-lethal Toxins, +6% vs Coma/Death, +2 vs Magic, +2 vs Insanity, +2 vs Psionics

Skills

Gymnastics – Back Flip (80%): 1d100: [99] = 99
Prowl (55%): 1d100: [17] = 17
Detect Ambush (50%): 1d100: [19] = 19

As the weather begins to warm and the ice melts, you are resting in the school. It’s been several days since you finished your training regimen. CPT Gomez calls you all to the entryway.

Knowing how much this annoys Gomez Falcon jumps to attention, ”Room, atten-tion!!” Without waiting for the command Falcon relaxes and walks towards Gomez. Hope she can see the laughter in my eyes.

First, there’s a sizable farm about 10 miles away. We have not had any contact with them, but a scout team reported seeing activity. Right now with the food shortages, we need all the food supplies we can get. Your mission would be to negotiate with the farmers. Convince them to fall under NEMA and lend their support to the city. Second, We’ve a report of monsters taking up residence 25 miles south in the abandoned town of Pontiac. The scouts reported seeing what they described as Monsters. No additional details. Your mission would be to scout the area and call in airstrikes to eliminate the threat. Third, a supply convoy went missing around the former Del Monte area. Your mission would be to locate and assist them in completing their supply run to Indianapolis. She stops talking and looks at you all. ”I’ll give you time to talk it over. Contact me by radio with your decision and I’ll arrange for transport.” She does pause for any questions before leaving you to decide your course of action.

Falcon raises a hand to get her attention before she goes. ”I do have some questions. I’ll start with the non-mission specific ones. How much leeway do we have? For example, Xyria and her family, hell Marconi, could be considered monsters by some, but not by others. Second, what requisition power do we have? Or do we give you a wish list including the moon and you whittle it down?”

Falcon waits a beat for Gomez, Marconi, or Shepard to chime in. ”Mission specific, and maybe this ties into the second question above, what do we have the authority to barter with? Can we offer security and equipment to the farm? If so, how much? If we find that the monsters could be allies do we have the power to start negotiations?”

He is sure additional questions will come to mind, but stops for answers and crosses his arms, leaning casually against the wall.

[Liam Marconi]

Perception (28% - Standard zone): 1d100: [52] = 52
JIC (d20/d%): 1d20: [10] = 10 / 1d100: [10] = 10

Date: 2 March 2099
Time: 0800
Temp: 30F

Marconi snaps to attention, he has learned to do that much. Unlike Falcon he holds it until acknowledged.

He will listen to the mission statements and will wait until after Falcon speaks and after Gomez replies and leaves before he will give his evaluation.

Liam will prioritize, "The most immediate one is the monsters. If they are an actual threat, they need to be dealt with quickly, before they can move to threaten others. If they are potential allies, we need to find out and make sure our people do not attack them and turn hem into a threat."

He will continue, "The next most immediate is the convoy, if something is raiding our convoys, we need to know. If they are just broken down, getting them up and on schedule is something that should be done quickly."

He will agree, "We need to know what we can offer the farmers before we can negotiate for anything. The farm is the least urgent, but potentially the most important in the long run. If we can swing by there and check to make sure they are protected on the way to one of the others, it might establish good will."

[Benjamin Shepard]

OOC Information

Perception 15% - 1d100: [17] = 17
JIC: 1d20: [20] = 20 / 1d100: [4] = 4

Shepard is thumbing through one of the dusty tomes from the library and making notes while the team waits for Gomez to enter. He has bags under his eyes and his skin has taken on a more pallid sheen. He jumps up to salute, dropping his book to the ground. After an uncomfortable moment, he bends down to pick it up. He breathes a sigh of relief as Gomez goes into her briefing. All of the options sound equally important, but it is at the mention of monsters that piques his interest. He waits patiently while the others say their piece before speaking up.

Liam will prioritize, "The most immediate one is the monsters. If they are an actual threat, they need to be dealt with quickly, before they can move to threaten others. If they are potential allies, we need to find out and make sure our people do not attack them and turn hem into a threat."

"I have to concur with my colleague. Investigating the claims of monsters might provide us the opportunity not only to save lives, but to test out some theories and confirm some of the information I've been going through." The ceremonial knife sheathed on the side of his leg begins to warm ever so slightly at Shepard's words, but he does his best to ignore it.

"Do we have any descriptions of the creatures, ma'am? It may allow us to prepare better for the mission, especially if we can cross-reference the descriptions against what we have available in the library."

"The next most immediate is the convoy, if something is raiding our convoys, we need to know. If they are just broken down, getting them up and on schedule is something that should be done quickly."

Sounds familiar... Shepard thinks as he reminisces on his introduction to the squad. "Ma'am, could these convoy troubles be related in some way to the problems with our own convoy last year?"

[Liam Marconi]

(Rolls held over)

Sounds familiar... Shepard thinks as he reminisces on his introduction to the squad. "Ma'am, could these convoy troubles be related in some way to the problems with our own convoy last year?"

Liam admits, "That is a very good question, I should have thought of it myself."

He thinks, Does that change my overall evaluation? Not really, monsters are still most immediate...but it does make finding out what happened with the caravan more important.

[Sum of All Fears]

Date: 2 March 2099
Time: 0800
Temp: 30F

CPT Gomez nod, "These are good questions." She turns to Falcon first, "You have hit the nail on the head. Why do you think this group has been segregated? As you said there are some who consider some here to be monsters. The unknown has always frightened people. And that's on even grater display with what has happened." CPT Gomex's tone has softened since she came in. It's almost like she's having to pretend to be something else. A thought crosses Falcon's mind he hadn't considered at her words...are they being monitored? Is that why her attitude seems to have changed? It would explain a lot...

She continues, "As far as requisitions. There are still limited supplies. If you have requests please forward them to me and I'll see what we can get for you. Currently to assist with travel we have a NEMA Humvee that has been assigned to your group." She sighs for a second and she moves with he back facing the entryway. Falcon, and only Falcon, can see that her eyes dart up and to her right as if she's subtly gesturing over her shoulder to the center of the entry way. "The monster mission is to designate the target nothing else. If you don't think you can do it then don't." She moves back to her original position, "As far as what you're authorized to negotiate with. Security mostly. We're not offering to arm them, but NEMA will provide all security for the farm going forward. If they have other demands then relay them to use for consideration." She looks to the rest of the group, "As for the convoy. That's what we were hoping you could investigate for us. We have no idea what's happening to the convoys or why some go missing. I'm sorry I don't have better answers to your questions. There are many unknowns. That's why we need people to investigate these areas." She looks around, "Any more questions?"

[Falcon]

OOC Comments

Perception: 18% / [roll]1d100[/roll]
JIC: [roll]1d20[/roll] / [roll]1d100[/roll]
+2 v HF, +2 v Lethal/Non-lethal Toxins, +6% vs Coma/Death, +2 vs Magic, +2 vs Insanity, +2 vs Psionics

Skills

Gymnastics – Back Flip (80%): [roll]1d100[/roll]
Detect Ambush (50%): [roll]1d100[/roll]

A thought crosses Falcon's mind he hadn't considered at her words...are they being monitored? Is that why her attitude seems to have changed? It would explain a lot... She sighs for a second and she moves with he back facing the entryway. Falcon, and only Falcon, can see that her eyes dart up and to her right as if she's subtly gesturing over her shoulder to the center of the entry way.

Gomez may be a royal pain in the a$$ sometimes and fun to twit, but she was a good NCO and straight shooter. Falcon moves slightly and uses his enhanced senses (Telescopic lens, Thermal Imaging, Amplified hearing – 75’ softer than a whisper, etc.) to see if he can detect what/who is observing them.

Do we have any descriptions of the creatures, ma'am?

"The monster mission is to designate the target nothing else.

Falcon does his best to understand the subtle meaning behind Gomez’s words. “I agree with Shepard, it will help to know what we are looking for. If we have already determined them as a ‘target’, why not a seek and destroy mission?”

Falcon looks to Marconi and Shepard, willing them to pick up on the subtle cues. ”Well, once we have our answers we will try to make a decision as soon as possible. Perhaps take a walk to clear our heads. Gomez, either way could you have AZ initiate a diagnostic on my hounds and drones. You know, just to make sure they haven’t picked up any glitches or bugs on the trail.” AZ is the only tech Falcon trusts to make sure they aren’t monitored in the field.

OOC Comments

In case of violence: Initiative +4 (+5 w/rifles)
Initiative: 1d20+4: [roll]1d20+4[/roll]

Actions performed not necessarily in this order (6 actions +1 with Rifle)

Action 1: Reserved for Dodge/vehicle maneuver
Action 2: Reserved for Dodge/vehicle maneuver
Action 3: Strike: Visor [roll]1d20+2[/roll], Damage - Damage - MDC (2D6): [roll]2d6[/roll]
Action 4: Strike: Visor [roll]1d20+2[/roll], Damage - Damage - MDC (2D6): [roll]2d6[/roll]
Action 5: Strike: Visor [roll]1d20+2[/roll], Damage - Damage - MDC (2D6): [roll]2d6[/roll]

OOC Comments

[Sum of All Fears]

Mini Update

Falcon cycles through the optics in his eyes. He doesn't see much, but when he hits the thermals he does note a small thermal anomaly in the area CPT Gomez motioned to right in the center of the doorway. (Roll Radio Scramblers)

CPT Gomez see's that you all are relentless in your pursuit of more information. "Look all we have is a description. Apparently these beings look like bipedal blue crocodiles that are eating corpses. So peopke said 'monsters'. Sounds like an apt description to me. As for why it's not a seak and destroy is that, frankly NEMA doesn't have the forces to both maintain security here and to secure a new city. So they've opted to bomb it while the sky's remain clear. There is still the want to retake and secure the city so they want a team to designate the targets to limit collateral damage to the surrounding infrastructure." CPT Gomez narrows her eyes at Falcon's use of the word bugs as if to say, Don't be so obvious! She does answer his question, "AZ has been busy lately, but I'll see if he can get to your companions. I'm surprised you didn't request this earlier as it's been near two months since the convoy. Must have just slipped your mind. She is very much helping guide the conversation to keep you from really getting yourself in trouble. She looks around once more, "That is about the extent of the information I have for you. Do whatever you want to help you make a decision, you have the watch radio frequency. Please contact them when you've made a decision and I'll come back to get you rolling."

[Falcon]

OOC Comments

Perception: 18% / 1d100: [20] = 20
JIC: 1d20: [15] = 15 / 1d100: [92] = 92
+2 v HF, +2 v Lethal/Non-lethal Toxins, +6% vs Coma/Death, +2 vs Magic, +2 vs Insanity, +2 vs Psionics

Skills

Radio: Scramblers (45%): 1d100: [91] = 91

Falcon cycles through the optics in his eyes. He doesn't see much, but when he hits the thermals he does note a small thermal anomaly in the area CPT Gomez motioned to right in the center of the doorway. (Roll Radio Scramblers)

Falcon notices a slight anomaly, but can’t identify what it is. He focuses his sights and listens even more intently (Radio: Scramblers above).

CPT Gomez narrows her eyes at Falcon's use of the word bugs as if to say, Don't be so obvious! She does answer his question… That is about the extent of the information I have for you. Do whatever you want to help you make a decision, you have the watch radio frequency. Please contact them when you've made a decision and I'll come back to get you rolling."

Falcon makes a face and flips her the bird while keeping his hand at his side. Whatever, tying that into computer bugs was clever.

Once the Cpt has left Falcon turns to his team. ”Well guys, suit up. I saw a Walmart and Dick’s Sporting Goods within walking distance of here. Fingers crossed we might be able to find something useful and the movement will clear the mind.”

Without saying more about the mission Falcon begins to put his armor on and gather his weapons.

OOC Comments

In case of violence: Initiative +4 (+5 w/rifles)
Initiative: 1d20+5: 1d20+5: [17]+5 = 22

Actions performed not necessarily in this order (6 actions +1 with Rifle)

Action 1: Reserved for Dodge/vehicle maneuver
Action 2: Reserved for Dodge/vehicle maneuver
Action 3: Strike: Rifle 1d20+2: [16]+2 = 18 , Damage - SDC (5D6): 5d6: [1, 6, 1, 4, 3] = 15 , Damage - MDC (3D6): 3d6: [4, 5, 2] = 11
Action 4: Strike: Rifle 1d20+2: [10]+2 = 12 , Damage - SDC (5D6): 5d6: [3, 6, 5, 3, 3] = 20 , Damage - MDC (3D6): 3d6: [5, 2, 1] = 8
Action 5: Strike: Rifle 1d20+2: [19]+2 = 21 , Damage - SDC (5D6): 5d6: [1, 1, 2, 6, 1] = 11 , Damage - MDC (3D6): 3d6: [5, 2, 1] = 8
Action 6: Strike: Rifle 1d20+2: [5]+2 = 7 , Damage - SDC (5D6): 5d6: [6, 6, 5, 4, 1] = 22 , Damage - MDC (3D6): 3d6: [4, 6, 4] = 14
Action 7: Strike: Rifle 1d20+2: [3]+2 = 5 , Damage - SDC (5D6): 5d6: [6, 3, 2, 2, 4] = 17 , Damage - MDC (3D6): 3d6: [3, 3, 3] = 9

Parries (+8 included): 1d20+8: [16]+8 = 24 , 1d20+8: [7]+8 = 15 , 1d20+8: [14]+8 = 22 , 1d20+8: [14]+8 = 22 , 1d20+8: [7]+8 = 15
Dodges (+9 included): 1d20+9: [9]+9 = 18 , 1d20+9: [16]+9 = 25 , 1d20+9: [17]+9 = 26 , 1d20+9: [10]+9 = 19 , 1d20+9: [19]+9 = 28

[Benjamin Shepard]

Shepard gives a nod of understanding as Gomez finishes up the briefing. He raises his hand sheepishly. "Ma'am. I know you've said supplies are short at the moment, but do you think it might be possible to scare up a vest and a helmet? I'd feel a bit more at ease if I had something a bit sturdier than a long coat between me and whatever we might run into. I'd also be grateful if you could spare anything with a little more kick than my laser pistol."

Once the Cpt has left Falcon turns to his team. ”Well guys, suit up. I saw a Walmart and Dick’s Sporting Goods within walking distance of here. Fingers crossed we might be able to find something useful and the movement will clear the mind.”

Without saying more about the mission Falcon begins to put his armor on and gather his weapons.

Shepard stuffs a journal of his notes into one of the interior pockets of his long coat and rushes to catch up with Falcon. "Sporting goods? Well, whatever you say. You're the bossman."

As they head through the city streets, Shepard thumbs through his notebook. "You know. After observing Marconi in action over the last few weeks, I'm almost certain he's working actual magic, or at least some kind of latent psychic ability. Do you know what this could mean? All those legends and about Jersey Devils, Bigfoot, ESP? It might all be true! Anyone want to hear what I've been reading about Atlantis?"

A wide grin crosses Shepards face as he quickly flips through pages in his journal.

[Liam Marconi]

(Rolls carried over)

Liam says to Falcon, "Something like a bow might not be a bad choice. Arrows are easier to replace than bullets, and there are a lot of things military grade weapons are not appropriate for."

Liam comments to Shepard, "Psychic Abilites are known, they have been seriously studying them in England for some time, and the MOM implants are known to activate such abilities. I would not be surprised if what I am doing is the reason for what was once called magic, though the converse of Clarke's law implies that once what was considered magic is sufficiently understood, it becomes science. As to Atlantis, I though they decided that it was an area in Western Africa that was largely submerged several thousand years ago."

https://www.newshub.co.nz/home/world/20 ... ahara.html

[Falcon]

Skills

Detect Ambush (50%): 1d100: [6] = 6 (Falcon is always alert for ambush)

possible to scare up a vest and a helmet? I'd feel a bit more at ease if I had something a bit sturdier than a long coat between me and whatever we might run into. I'd also be grateful if you could spare anything with a little more kick than my laser pistol."

As soon as the team is ready Falcon heads out the door, careful not to speak about anything important or ‘weird’ while still near. He keeps his head on a swivel and his senses dialed to 10 watching for drones, tails, or cameras. Did my best not to become paranoid before the apocalypse. Now look at me. Wish I had my hounds.

”Ok guys. What you say we swing by the armory first? I agree that a newly trained militia member needs to requisition his basic gear and TA-50.”

Liam says to Falcon, "Something like a bow might not be a bad choice. Arrows are easier to replace than bullets, and there are a lot of things military grade weapons are not appropriate for."

Falcon smiles at Marconi’s understanding and initiative. ”That is what I was thinking and why I spent so much time looking at plants and on the archery range. Even read about how to make a basic bow and arrows, slings too. If supplies are limited and we are going to be in the field for an extended time we may need to fend for ourselves. Anyone know how to fish?”

(Given that the team posted things after leaving the compound I am going to assume the quartermaster/armorer was willing to make sure Shepard and Marconi had basic gear. Vest, helmet, LBV with canteens, and a double combat load of E-clips. Not looking for a full TA-50 load, just stuff to walk around and survive. If not we can RP that)

"You know. After observing Marconi in action over the last few weeks, I'm almost certain he's working actual magic, or at least some kind of latent psychic ability. Do you know what this could mean? All those legends and about Jersey Devils, Bigfoot, ESP? It might all be true! Anyone want to hear what I've been reading about Atlantis?"

Psychic Abilites are known, they have been seriously studying them in England for some time, and the MOM implants are known to activate such abilities. I would not be surprised if what I am doing is the reason for what was once called magic, though the converse of Clarke's law implies that once what was considered magic is sufficiently understood, it becomes science.

Falcon hopes his team isn’t getting too distracted by this. ”Shepard, put the book away and keep an eye out. I know this area is secured, but…. As far as magic. I could see it tied to psionics in a way. A latent mental ability that allows you to control a new energy or force. After all, it would be no different than learning about magnetism and developing ways to harness it to create electricity or fire a weapon.”

As they walk and chat Falcon is glad Shepard waited until they were away from the main area to talk about these things. If people, and command, were getting jumpy better to appear as normal as possible. I hope there is something left in the stores. If not, may have to see if the quartermaster got some of it and I can beg.

[Falcon]

(Rolls Carry Over)

Falcon looks to his companions as they walk back empty handed. It appears either civilians or NEMA has systematically emptied the stores in the area. Hope I can get what I am looking for from Quartermaster. It will help save on food supplies and such in the future.

”It appears we are in agreement. We check out the monsters to the in Pontiac. If the farm is not too far out of our way, like in the complete opposite direction, we will swing by there on the way.”

While still walking Falcon opens the direct line to Gomez, tying in both Shepard and Marconi so they can add to anything he may forget. ”Good afternoon ma’am. We’ve made a decision and have put together an item request. We will take the Pontiac mission first. We will need to know how you want us to ping the targets. You also mentioned the farm is about 10 miles away. If it is within reason we can swing by there on the way. If it is in the other direction or takes us too far out of our way we can catch it later. I’m transmitting the request list now.”

General
4 person tent
4 cases MRE’s
Whatever we need to ping the targets (Small Radio Transmitters, GPS signals, etc.)
Plugger
LSR – 250 Laser Rifle
12 E-Clips
E-Clip Charger able to plug into vehicle
2 5-Gallon gas cans filled with diesel fuel
2 5-Gallon water cans filled with potable water.

Marconi
2 Smoke Grenades
10 E-Clips (brings him to a double combat load
2 Frag or Plasma Grenades
Colt .357 Mag Revolver
2 Boxes Ammo (100 rnds) – preferably silver
4 Reloaders
Vibro-Axe
Sleeping Bag/Bedroll
Camelback
MDC Trench Coat
Ruck Sack
Cold Weather Jacket
2 Sets Poly Pro Top & Bottom
Camo Poncho w/liner



Shepard
Sleeping Bag/Bedroll
Camelback
MDC Trench Coat
Ruck Sack
Vibro-Sword
Cold Weather Jacket
2 Sets Poly Pro Top & Bottom
Camo Poncho w/liner
2 Frag or Plasma Grenades
Nema 5.56 Assault Rifle
10 48 rnd Magazines (full)
Standard NEMA Body Armor (EBA-130) (or MDC Vest with Helmet and Air Filter)
LBV
2 Canteens
First Aid Kit

Falcon
Compound bow
Quiver
24 arrows
Sling/Slingshot
Pouch w/ 20 BB’s
GLR-540 Thunderer Grenade Rifle
6 reloads for the grenade rifle
Pump BB Rifle (something like Daisy 2840 Camo Air rifle with scope)
12 Plasma Grenade Rifles
4 Frag or Plasma grenades
300’ 500 cord
50’ Snare cord
4 bear traps (https://www.northerntrapping.com/cgi/di ... BEAR-TRAP-)
12 Metal spikes

Cybernetic Implant (Right Arm): Grapnel Launcher
Cybernetic Implant: Combat Computer

[Sum of All Fears]

As you walk through the remains of Chicago you are given a stark reminder of the desperation of the situation you find yourself in. Only a few months in and stores have been looted. You walk past people on the streets milling about. Looking for anything they can do to occupy themselves in the end of the world. You do pass a long line where people are accepting their daily rations from NEMA troops. There must be thousands of people waiting for their food. Enough time has passed where scuffles in the line are rare.

As you make your decisions and radio Gomez, you make your way back to the school to meet her.

You walk back up to the school to see a Humvee parked out front. It is OD green with the NEMA emblem on the doors. Gomez is leaning against it as you walk up. She nods to you all as you walk up, "Most of what your requested is in the truck. I also added two additional sets of armor on the off chance you need them." She pulls out a map from her jacket and sets it on the hood of the truck, "I have marked the two locations for you on the map. Pontiac is about 80 miles southwest and the farm is on the way. I have indicated their locations. Good luck." She leaves the map and heads out, leaving you to sort through the gear and get on the road.

After you sort through the gear you get on the road. It takes about two hours to get to the farm.

Blue Star: Starting Location/School
Blue Circle: Farm
Red Circle: Pontiac, IL

General
6 person tent
4 cases MRE’s
Laser Designator (1 mile effective range)
LSR – 250 Laser Rifle
5 E-Clips
E-Clip Charger able to plug into vehicle
6 5-Gallon gas cans filled with diesel fuel
2 5-Gallon water cans filled with potable water.
2x Standard NEMA Body Armor

Marconi
2 Smoke Grenades (Red)
2 Smoke Grenades (White)
5 E-Clips
2 Frag Grenades
Colt .357 Mag Revolver
100 rnds
4 Reloaders
Vibro-Axe
Sleeping Bag/Bedroll
Camelback
Ruck Sack
Cold Weather Jacket
2 Sets Poly Pro Top & Bottom
Camo Poncho w/liner



Shepard
Sleeping Bag/Bedroll
Camelback
Ruck Sack
Vibro-Sword
Cold Weather Jacket
2 Sets Poly Pro Top & Bottom
Camo Poncho w/liner
2 Frag Grenades
Nema 5.56 Assault Rifle
5 48 rnd Magazines (full)
200 5.56mm rnds
Standard NEMA Body Armor
LBV
2 Canteens
First Aid Kit

Falcon
Compound bow (SDC)
Quiver
24 arrows
4 Frag grenades
300’ 500 cord
50’ Snare cord
12 Metal spikes