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>Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Brouzouf

>Wikia for in-universe knowledge: http://eyedivinecybermancy.wikia.com/wiki/E.Y.E:_Divine_Cybermancy_Wiki
>You have a Rotten Mound (3 clips), Damocles on you
>Jonny is in your party
>You have a forbidden book of thaumaturgy for dummies, Croon Sidetech plate in your room
>You have 2631 Brouzouf
>Karma: 1/???
>You have been tagged with a Federal tracking bracer.
>Known Psi powers: Alchemy, Polycloning, Madness

You are hunkering down on the rusty remnants of a factory room of some sort. Around you there are other rooms repurposed as living quarters, stores, and your target, a house of prostitution you were meant to raid with your team. Alas, your team is currently dead or dying, viciously pelted by fire from all directions, victims of techno-possession and their own reckless assault.

You have not yet been found. You have that much going for you. Jonny, the scrabal servant, hovers near you. Ignoring the staccato of automatic rifles all around you, you take note of your options. You can capitalize on the distraction and try out your newfound ability to render the enemy insane, and diminish their numbers gradually to even the odds. You can attempt to rush to the nearest building, where you can make out at the very least three separate sources of rifle fire. A position relatively easy to defend and plenty of cover to attack from, but you'll be immobile. You can even try to make a run for the alleyways and use your clones to misdirect the foe. You might take out confused and unprepared foes, but you might end up being overwhelmed if you take a wrong turn.

"Orders, Master." The scrab you call Jonny asks.

>Stealthily turn the enemies against each other
>Rush to the building and hole in
>Fan out and keep moving and killing

>What do you command Jonny to perform?
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>>33290015
Let Jonny take position in a building and suppress the enemy.
Let your clone run out and confuse the enemy.
While they focus on your clone, make one of the those fuckers paranoid.
Then backstab all of them while they are occupied.
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>>33290015
This >>33290044 sounds good to me! Clear, fairly simple, not very risky to us at least.
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>>33290015
is captain brouzouf french by anychance?
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>>33290114
>Nah, but not a native English speaker either

>>33290102
>>33290044
>Ok.. Gimme a 1d100 for each of those tactics, in order. You have several clones btw
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Rolled 71, 60, 88 = 219

>>33290149
Then send out all the clones.
One runs out and gets itself killed, the others shoot from cover.
You circle around behind them and stab them with the Damocles.
If possible, summon replacements.
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>>33290169
Just to clarify:
Stab the enemies from behind, not the clones.
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>>33290169
>We're off to a very interesting start... Writan
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>>33290184
None of the options seem attractive to you, all have their pros and very deadly cons. Instead, you begin to formulate a plan in your head. "Jonny. Your orders are to eliminate the resistance in that shack. Assume overwatch over the main street."

"Understood." The miniature gun bot hovers out, impassive and not hesitant.

You twist your thumb in a familiar fashion. A jolt of electricity down your spine and a puff of smoke later, four non-descript gangsters with KA 93s and Depezadors are staring blankly at you. "Fan out! You go this way, you go that way, the two of you go left and right! Go! Hunt!" You know better than to give out complex commands. Running around with guns blazing will be enough for your purposes.

The sudden halt of assault rifle fire signals that Jonny either did as he was told or got shot down. You'll know which soon enough; as the gangsters exchange fire with your suicidally brave clones, the few who run after them are gunned down by the scrab's overwatch. You draw your Damocles, replacing the Rotten Mound in its magno-sheath in your back.

You stalk from a safe distance a group of five looters, chasing after one of your clones. Safety in numbers, of course. The chase leads to a dead end, they have succeeded in cornering your clone, which opens fire with blatant disregard for its short and bellicose existence. Having a bit more self-preservation than it, the Indians rush for cover. With perverse glee, you stare at the one with the Caw Hammer and instinctively perform the Psi-feat of mangling his perceptions. The enemy shudders and convulses, and trains its weapon on his allies. Ignoring the growing headache, you stalk towards the group as they are forced to jump out of their positions and deal with two threats at once, two of them decorating the walls with their blood before the clone and maddened individual succumb. By the time they notice you, it's too late. [1/2]
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>>33290538
You rush at one, sinking the Damocles onto his spine and detonating his torso from the inside. The black-skinned indian wannabe looks as though he's regarding the physical manifestation of his demise, and mouth-agape shoots round after round in your direction. Anticipating that, you hold onto your Damocles strongly, rushing forth and praying to.. something that the force field holds long enough for you to close the distance. It does, and with a draw cut at extremely close range you shear off the head of the last member of the group.

It's done. You've reversed the trap, and silenced the gloating, bloodthirsty cries of the Trip-n-Fall Indians, replaced them with death moans and cries for mercy gone unheeded by your remaining clones. Your Confirmex declares 14 kills since the beginning of the night. A good start.

You grab your mobile comms phone. "Jonny, status report."

"Exterior threats eliminated. Unit status: light exterior damage. Optics flickering, presumably circuit loosened. Otherwise battle ready."

Seems both of you made it out of this. Time to take the fight inside the building. "Any movement in the.." Does he recognize what a whorehouse is? ".. building with large amounts of neon lights?"

"I detect the hacker's source inside the building. At least one more hostile confirmed inside."

>Order Jonny to regroup and burst in (1d100)
>Seek out an alternative means of entry
>Try to lure them out by a bluff. What do you say/do? (Bonuses or penalties may apply)
>Other
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>>33290710
Send in the clones. Let them cause a ruckus and wait for the hacker to exit.

We've got cyber eyes. He might be dangerous to us.
That's why Jonny should take overwatch over our position - He should be out of range of the hacker if we are targetted.
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>>33290710
this >>33290769 sounds good
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>>33290769
>>33290808
>please roll "dice+1d100+-10"
>Also, Jonny's firewall is strong enough to smother any hacking attempts, as mentioned in the last thread
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Rolled 47 - 10

>>33290871
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>>33290882
hmm 4chan X is only showing me the roll and the modifyer, not the result so all I see is
>Rolled 1d100: 47 - 10
can someone confirm what they see the result as?
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>>33290911
>Confirmed
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Rolled 49 - 10

>>33290871
Also >>33290882 wrote "dice+1d100-10" in the email line.
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>>33290956
>wrote "dice+1d100-10" in the email line.
uhh wut, that would make it +10, and it ain't showing that on my screen
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>>33290942
I meant what you see the result as, as in is it 47 total or 47 - 10 = 37?
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Rolled 38 + 10

I am writing dice+1d100-+10 in the email line!
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Rolled 91

How about this?
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>>33290990
>>33291001
don't work, gotta be "dice+XdY+-Z" to subtract, kind of stupid really, moot should fix it
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>Worry not fellows, I understand either way.
>Going with the first two rolls and writan. You do like setbacks sometimes right?
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>>33291026
>moot should fix it
He won't even make sage visible on /tg/ again. There's no way that this faglord is actually fixing it.
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>>33291040
>You do like setbacks sometimes right?
s-sure...
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>>33291040
It makes things exciting. As long as we can still fix them or find a way out of the mess we made.
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>>33291040
Wouldn't be E.Y.E. without some fixable and hilarious fuckups.
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>>33291083
> You fucking Carnophage! The Looters are standing right there! Why the fuck are you running after me?!
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>>33291110
>Heh. That Source engine AI
>Cat demanded attention. That naughty carnivorous quadruped anti-depressant...

You ponder your options once more. The front gate is half open and inviting you in. It doesn't take a tactical genius to see an ambush coming, so you decide to send in some expendables. You summon another batch of clones, feeling as though someone drove a spike into your skull. The psi exhaustion is starting to pile up.

The sound of automatic rifle fire echoes out, accompanied by curses spoken in a thick accent and a monstrous, feral roar as something struggles against a metal chain. You ponder the possibilities; they have set up a barricade there. The hacker has prepared automated sentries. Or perhaps the clones were destroyed by whatever that creature is, and the firearm sounds were their own.

Whatever the case, you have tired yourself out for small gain. At least you're sure that the front entrance is a strong point in their defence.

>1)Attempt to summon another batch of clones. Charge in with Jonny and:
a)Keep your Rotten Mound ready to lay precision fire on the turrets, keeping their senses disrupted
b)Cast Madness upon the barricaded looters, keeping your Damocles' shield at hand.
Roll 1d100-20 for any of the above
>Other
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Rolled 42 + 20

>>33291603
>a)Keep your Rotten Mound ready to lay precision fire on the turrets, keeping their senses disrupted
>Roll 1d100-20 for any of the above
as in a +20 modifier or a +-20?
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Rolled 6 - 20

>>33291603
>b)Cast Madness upon the barricaded looters, keeping your Damocles' shield at hand.
Turrets have limited arcs of fire! Fuck them up!
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>>33291662
>+-20
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Rolled 31 - 20

>>33291679
ah, in that case, rerolling for >>33291662
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>>33291665
>>33291685
man we suck tonight
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Rolled 5

We're fuckered. And boy how are we fuckered. Can't we just go and find another entryway? Rolling for luck.
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>>33291716
Well we are exhausted man
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Rolled 1

>>33291738
>Depends on what I come up with. No vote changing sorry.
>Rolling for tactic
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Rolled 19

We started off okay, then we hit shit roll central.
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>>33291941
I blame the Clone Saga we just did on ourselves. It would've made the Jackal blush.
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>>33291767
You hunker down, out of sigh of any would-be looter and allow yourself to close your eyes for a moment. Just a while longer, you tell yourself, rubbing your temples in a circular, vigorous motion. It provides just enough comfort to motivate you to go through the psychic trauma of spawning yet another batch of clones. Feeling as though your brain and spine have been subject to an electroshock, you fumble with your mobile, mumbling for Jonny to return and join you in the charge.

You switch to your rifle, deciding that it is sentries that you will face. Giving a last once-over the events in your life that lead up to this point, stealing prostitutes for the head sleaze bag of your neighborhood, you order the clones to enter the enemy fortress, rushing behind with your loyal cybernetic companion.

You were right about one thing: the barricade of tables and furniture turned sideways was indeed armed by sentry turrets, which are making short work of your clones. Behind them, that which you had imagined stares hungrily at you. Flanked by two Indians holding its collar with metal chains, a lizard-like winged creature struggles to free itself of its wardens. Judging by the red hue their black faces have taken, he's about to win the contest of endurance.

"Master watch out!"

Jonny's call brings your focus back to the most immediate concern. The turrets have locked in on you. Quickly, you fire off rounds at them, trying to set up a firing circle to disrupt them. Shot after shot goes wide. Your hands begin to shake, and you suddenly perceive the small tripods as miniguns of death and destruction as they open fire.

Jonny manages to hit one of them, just in time before the other two clip your right shoulder, left leg and perforate your torso. Lucky you, the bullets go right through, hurting like hell but not disabling your adrenaline-fueled self quite yet. You hunker down, stumbling back out of their wide spread of fire, bleeding and limping but not dead. [1/2]
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>>33292168
Your scrab follows behind you, comically hovering backwards as if to cover your escape. You don't know why you find that funny, but you do. You think you hear the sound of the creature breaking free of its collar. It was the sound of metal bending and breaking, after all. Not many candidates-

A lean, reptilian form bursts out of the building, tackling you and sending you rolling across the floor, and hitting its head on a wall. The bloodthirsty monster got ahead of itself, spurred by the blood you just shed. You breathe profoundly. struggling gingerly to get up before it recovers from slamming its serpentine head on the wall. Either an alien beast or a genetorfactory freak, it is above all else your most imminent foe. You have one moment to choose how to face it.

>Try to shoot its head off. Hope your hands aren't shaking too much. (1d100-20)
>Draw your sword and rush it. You'll endanger yourself, but you'll hit easier (1d100)
>Other
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Rolled 79

>>33292397
>Draw your sword and rush it. You'll endanger yourself, but you'll hit easier (1d100)
fuckit our dice are shit, we need all the help we can get

this anons heading to bed now, good luck fellow anons, don't get us killed
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Rolled 81

>>33292397
>>Draw your sword and rush it. You'll endanger yourself, but you'll hit easier (1d100)
I'd say Polyclone, but I think we're getting close to the Madness threshold.
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Rolled 98

>>33292397
SWORD IT TO DEATH

JONNY COVER US AS HILARIOUSLY AS POSSIBLE
ALSO, FIRE INSULTS AT IT
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Rolled 7

>>33292465
Can this count as >Other ?
Sword it whilst Jonny shoots?
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Rolled 23

>>33292481
No, that was a vote for swording, with a few caveats.

Consider our state of mind. That whole post is my suggestion.
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>>33292481
>Of course. This is gonna be fun to write...
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>>33292506
dis gon be good
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>>33292506
Blessed be the dice gods.


Two possible soundtracks for this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_B0CyOAO8y0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK6TXMsvgQg
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>>33292526
>A real hardcore party

You feel as if you are about to collapse. In fact, your vision is flickering black ever so often, and you can barely stand on your one healthy leg. Even as your exhausted state screams surrender to oblivion, a corner of your mind is awakening and powering your next step. You have done this before, you are sure. Brief flashes of memory, of rushing forward as a giant monster assaults you. You do not care to try and make sense of the details. It's not necessary; you merely mimic what your awakened dream state performs, rushing imperiously at the beast and drawing your sword. As you close in, you leap at its head, flying several metres upwards and obliterating its neck, sending the giant beast tumbling down.

At least, that's what you saw yourself doing a moment ago. The flashes subside, and you find yourself tumbling down under a rain of lukewarm blood, as the neck of the monster flails wildly and its head spins above. The smell of static from the Damocles' discharge tells you all you need to know. You have felled the dragon-like thing.

Just one moment more. You are about to win, you just need to keep yourself sane and awaken for one more moment. There are things you should focus on right now, namely the looters coming out of the building. Jonny takes care of that, the robotic creature having taken point beforehand.

What a shitty violence.

You're not sure where that thought came from.

>Press on while you're still sane. The monster destroyed the barricade on the way out, and the Brouzouf are yours for the taking.
>Retreat for now and rest. They might be falling apart, but so are you.
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>>33292915
Alchemy! Then
>Press on while you're still sane.
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Rolled 28

>>33292979
Here's a d100 roll if you need it.
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>>33292915
>Retreat for now and rest. They might be falling apart, but so are you.
We appear to be in shit-tier condition, and the dice gods do not appear to be favouring us. I suggest we get the hell out and tell the slime-boss that the mission got fucked.
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>Showering and tie-breaking after if democracy fails us
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>>33292915
Onwards and murder! We need to fullfill the mission or the Secreta will never forgive us!

Jonny, call for someone to revive us once we collapse!
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>>33293115

Sounds like a plan.
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>>33293115
>Jonny, call for someone to revive us once we collapse!
Emphasis on having Jonny call for help once we die/fall.
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Also, just remembered something, the Looters who were harassing that chink-woman back a couple of threads? The one who made some sasheemi? I think they were called the trip'n'fall Indians. Might be able to enlist her help in killing them if we need to by telling her we'll free her from them.

White knight fantasies, GO!
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>>33293451
>Like you have no idea. Back and writan
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>>33293705
Well, better not let the adrenaline peter out before the job's done. Or at least before the greying streets become full greyscale. You cannot fall, the Secreta won't allow it! The what now..? You better finish things fast before you collapse.

"Jonny. If I collapse, call for someone to revive me."

"I am afraid there are no quick-dials on my system for emergency treatment that are not Federal in nature."

"That'll do." Sometime in the slammer beats unconscious in a street where you killed a bunch of local gangbangers. You will yourself to move on, limping forward towards the house of ill-repute, which will no doubt rise in popularity once this is all a story in ten years' time or something. Or maybe it'll go under after you've killed all the present owners. You hope you'll live to see its fate.

You crawl onwards. As predicted, a bunch of toppled and deactivated turrets lay discarded to on the floor, one of which had its motion sensors shot. All the pain Jonny had put you through before is forgiven. You walk past the entrance bar, and towards the rooms. You hear sounds of gunfire, and female shrieking and wailing. What the fuck are these sick freaks doing? Ned had wanted you to take some women back; seems they really are all slimes of a starch.

As you speed your way towards the rooms, something which you seem to be doing a lot thanks to some uncreative fate dominating your condition, you catch a glimpse of a rather skinny-looking looter with a handgun which you'd identify were you capable of focus. The grey splotches on his arms indicate he's probably the one killing the women. Filled with a sudden sense of emergency, you rush towards the room he entered.

He must've seen you drag your foot after him, as when you enter you notice he has a familiar face in a headlock, and he's pointing the gun at her. The asiatic features of Mei-Zhen, distorted as they are by the man's desperate strength, greet you with surprise, fear and pain. [1/2]
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The Metastreumonic force can basically be called the collective thoughts of mankind (At least, that's what I think of it as), so does that mean if Jonny gains a sophisticated enough AI it could be considered a mind, and this capable of accessing the Metastreumonic force?
Polyclone Scrabs, Fuck Yeah.
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>>33294309
>We'll cross that bridge when we get there

>>33294201
"Get the fuck away from me!" He shouts at you. Now that you notice it, he's not actually of sub-saharan descent like the individuals you've been killing so far. His face is painted black with coal, which is starting to come off with the sweat, and his wig is slowly sliding off his skull. You'd laugh at the pathetic figure in front of you, if he didn't have a Bear Killer at hand. It's only thanks to metal protuberances in his skull that the wig hasn't fallen off yet. He must be the hacker.

"I'm leaving with the merchandise! If you move I'll shoot her! I'm not letting a fucking fresh whore slip from under my boss' fingers! Not after all the work getting her here!" He seems hysterical. The girl must've been providing insufficient amounts of Brouzouf with her cookery. Getting her out of the relatively safer area would've been hell without someone to circumvent the security gaps in the Upper Town's dome.

For the second time in your short meetings, she looks pleadingly at you. You take stock of your options here.

>Advance on him, and keep your Damocles' shield ready
>Provoke him, get him to shoot at you
>Bluff him, tell him the Federals are on their way and his sentence is only growing worse
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Rolled 37

>>33294443
"Ok, nigga, you have two choices:
Stay here, kill the girl and have me, my scrab and my headmates murder the fuck out of you and find out how to eat your soul to make myself stronger and torture you for eternity.
OR you can just leave the girl alone and piss off. Why the fuck are you even putting so much effort into getting this one girl as a prostitute?
I promise that I won't backstab you."

Once he turns his back, tell Jonny to shoot at him. Then black out.
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>>33294443
> "If you shoot me, my scrab here will pump your head so full of lead that not even your mother will recognize you."
> "You shoot her, I jump forward and cut your legs off. And then I peel off your skin, pulp your balls, and light you on fire. -Maybe- in that order.
> "You put the gun on the floor, you get to leave."
> "Which choice do you like best?"
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Actually, how many people know of the Metastreumonic force? We could probably freak him out and convince him that we're a wizard via Poyclone/Alchemy.
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>>33294550
>>33294567
>I can't believe I didn't actually include the obvious "threaten him with the Thousand Gates of Pain" option.... writan
>>33294677
>At this time it's not yet common knowledge. This is set early-ish into the establishment of E.Y.E as an organization.
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>>33294710
How early? Has the Secreta Secretorum rose up against the Federation in any way yet?
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Fucking off to eat, be back in a half-hour. Don't you DARE fuck this up Anon's!
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>>33294938
>At this time the Federation and the Secreta have a strained but generally functional working relationship

>>33294710
Were you in a position to feel surprise, you'd surprise yourself with the amount of scornful wrath inspired by the maggot wreathing in front of you. Alas, you're too tired, injured and angry for the surprise to register.

"You have two choices." The anger manages to keep you conscious enough to speak evenly and glacially. "If you shoot her, you will not leave this place." You cut off his retort, speaking over his voice. "My scrab will pump your face so full of lead your mother will think someone put a picture of her rotten crotch over your head at the funeral. And you still won't die. Me and my headmates-" You don't specify what you mean. "-are going to torture you until I figure out how to rip out your soul and eat it. And you still won't die; I will digest it and torture it some more for eternity." You're vaguely aware of how unbalance you sound, but it's working. "You will be violated in every orifice, in every pore, and every nervous extremity will feel as though molten copper has been poured down on it. I will send you to Hell one day, but until then I'll entertain myself with that miserable lump of flesh, shit and rusty cogs you call a body. And I'll inflict daily torments to drill you up until the day of eternal Hellfire."

You look at the edge of your Damocles, easing to a more casual stance. "Or you can just drop the gun, go on your merry way, and let bygones be bygones. Seriously, all this stress to turn a single girl into a prostitute?"

"The Indians-"

"Are splattered all over the street, some of which are too mangled to recognize, and their lizard friend thing is headless. I did it. Who are you more afraid of?"

He licks his lips, sweating and shaking profusely. For a moment you wonder if the gun he's holding in shivering hands isn't going to shoot by accident. That'd be embarrassing and anti-climatic. [1/2]
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>>33295492
You are spared a shitty drama as the worm relinquishes his grip on the girl and sets his gun down on the floor. Dejected, he walks out whimpering. You keep an eye on him, in case he tries anything out of the ordinary. Your bleeding, psychotic visage must've gotten the point across well enough. "Jonny. No loose ends."

"Affirmative." He hovers after the man, and a burst of fire later, the bounty for one Hacker Humbert is wired to your account.

>You gain Brouzouf (500)

You turn your attention to the girl whimpering in a ragged kimono slumped down on the floor. "Okareninsomething babe." She looks surprised at you, then shakes her head. "Come on, let's get you up." Her attempts to protest are for naught, as even with your last reservoirs of strength, you are still significantly stronger than her.

"Did you come to take me to another place like this?" Technically, that was part of the arrangement with Ned. Take whatever "merchandise" you found back to him. You'll earn some more Brouzouf if you get her back to him, to be sure. On the other hand, you know the girl cooks a mean chink dish. And you're just about to pass out soon enough, and you could use someone not paranoid regarding your motives to help you walk.

>Tell her you'll take her back to your place. You'll figure out how to deal with Ned when you get back.
>Ask her to get you back to her place. You'll be in a place where the Feds will crack down on over action by the rest of the Indians before you can spawn your clones. Longer walk though.
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>>33295934
First, let's get the quick way to our place.

Tell Jonny to show her the way and follow her orders while we are passed out.
Pass out.
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>>33296052
It is one thing to steal a whore, it is another to press-gang a woman into being one. Let's just say that she wasn't the whore we were looking for.

>Tell her you'll take her back to your place.
>No funny business. I just need someone to give me an alibi and make sure I don't choke in my sleep, okay?
>>
Hold on a flipping minute. Does the tracking bracer track our location or does it tell the Feds that we are in this/that direction?
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>>33296146
I didn't say that we should make her a whore.
I said that we should get to our save haven and survive before we do our next step.
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>>33296202
Fuck, I meant to reply to 33295934
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>>33296169
>You will have quite a story to tell one day.
>Vote closan and update writan
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>>33296558
>You will have quite a story to tell one day.
Oh shit. I hope we either avoid that fate, or that Muut can help us out here.
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Rolled 15, 36, 33, 9, 12, 27, 17, 1, 13, 9, 9, 29, 12 = 222

>>33296558
"No." You decide. If Ned wants more whores, he can start by whoring out his fat ass. You did the job, the Indians are out several members, a brothel and an exotic monster missing. He can take it or leave it, and if he leaves it you're done working for the fat fuck. "We're going to my place. Not a whore house."

"So that's how it is..." Her face reddens, and body stiffens. "To rest, woman! I'm about to pass out!" You don't bother hiding your exasperation at her reaction. "Also, I need someone to vouch for me once the Feds are into this shit." Speaking of which, aren't you wearing a tracker, signalling timestamped positions to the Federation forces? Shit... "And someone to watch out for me, do my laundry, do grocery shopping..." You catch yourself babbling what is tantamount to a marriage proposal. Clearly the blood loss isn't doing any improvements on your dealings with the opposite sex.

"Just... Try to not shoot me in my sleep, I mean." When you remember to look back at her, for indeed you were busy trying not to fall off and break your neck, she is looking at you, faintly amused. Finally, she breaks into a semi-hysterical laughter, struggling for breath soon after. A reward better than Brouzouf. Maybe. In a way. If you're half-mad and anemic.

"Jonny, can you lead her home?"

"Affirmative Master. The miss now has half-master privileges."

"Wonderful. Lead her back home. I'm just about to-"

You do not finish your sentence. What had been fueling you for the last quarter of an hour subsides, and you collapse unto Mei-Zhen's shoulders. You have the vaguest sensation of falling as your conscious functions shut down.

>Rolling for Brouzouf
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>>33297426
Fuck, we forgot to take the monster's head.
We needed more psionic experience.
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>>33297426
Thread over. Brouzouf Quest shall return soon, stay tuned!
Twitter for updates and random logorhea: @CaptainBrouzouf

Comments, questions suggestions are welcome.
>>33297449
It wasn't an actual Metastreum, at least not without vast amounts of genetic tampering.
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>>33297449
I'm more interested in the Hacker's cybrain. I wonder if we could've gotten any info out of it?
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>>33297611
It's certainly a possibility, although he was rather low on the totem pole of hackers.
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>>33297649
In any case we could've sold it for the Brouzoufs. Or salvaged any tech we found interesting. Though that would req. that we actually knew what the fuck was in a cyber-brain.
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>>33297677
We could have tried to PSY-interface with the brain.
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>>33297757
That kind of operation would've required the power of a great Psi. A bit above your status as a dilettante student of Thaumaturgy for Dummies.
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Can we Psi-strike? If not then we need to have a(nother) quick flip through the book.
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>>33297945
As in the psi-tackle?

I'm going to say yes. You can do that and the psi-throw. No shuricars just yet though.
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What is the extent of our cybernetic enhancements? I know we've got Cybereyes (Proper ones without all the malware) w/ Confirmex; but is that all? No, Cyber legs/arms? No dermal plating?
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>>33298088
You have ample room for character progression in that regard. Hence your rabid quest for Brouzouf.

For now, it's only the cybereyes.
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Are you going to stick by the canon Psi Powers or can we expect the ability to shoot flameballs?
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>>33298626
Fireballs may be in the works to make up for Gates being hard to get by standard means.



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