>>38859984
>Give a call to Dad.

HAHA TIME FOR HEISTS

>>38859984
>>Give a call to Dad.
>>Other
Ask him for any advice he has for heisting in a place like this with company like the Russian.

>>38859984
>>Give a call to Dad.

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Heisting time! Here's Sam.

>>38859984
>Watch some TV.
Let's see if they are talking about anything cool.

Also twins are the best at heisting because DNA evidence doesn't hold up in court.

>>38860057
That's fucking amazing

>>38859984
>Watch some TV.

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Do you think we should get Dad a souvenir?

>>38859984
>>Give a call to Dad.

>>38860057
Damn pixelfag stop being so based. But seriously keep it up, artwork a best.

>>38860057
This is excellent anon.

>>38859984
>>Do some reading.
>>38860057
Awesome!

>>38860106
Maybe we should get him a Rin puchi or maybe a poster.

>>38859984
>>Do some reading.

Let's start scouting for other teammates--no amateurs. We don't want a repeat of the last heist.

>>38860191
We're at the bottom of the Russian's food chain. Why would we get that kind of freedom and not just get thrown into a group she already organized?

>>38859984
>Give a call to Dad.

Oh shoot, totally forgot.

>>38860191
Do remember that they were incompetent on purpose. It was meant to test us.

>>38860326
Not really, IIRC the Russian mentioned "taking care of them", in short they were dissposible pawns.

>>38860387
he means that we were intentionally left with retards for a team as a means to test how good we were.

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So Sam is probably the mastermind, and Carly the enforcer. But would pic related be the fugitive?

That leaves the question of who is the Ghost and who is the technician?

>>38859984
>Give a call to Dad.

>>38860577
But then we also have to consider the possibility of people having secondary functions in the group just in case.

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>>38859984
You decide to give a call to Dad. One of the ice things about First Class was free calls out no matter where you were. Seeing that Sam was distracted with her magazine, you pick up the phone receiver and dial in Dad's number. The phone rings a few times before finally, you hear a click and grunt.

"You got two seconds before I hang up." You hear a familiar, grumpy voice grunt.

Right, he didn't recognize the caller ID. He wasn't exactly a people person.

"Dad, it's me, Carly." You say.

"Carly!" Dad's voice immediately becomes much softer and more joyful, as if a switch were flipped. "How have you been doing? Is school going well?"

"Um, yeah." You laugh lightly. There was no way you could tell him what you were up to, at least not right now. You wouldn't put it above him to track you down and cane you like no tomorrow. He was the kind who did not tolerate mistakes, after all. "So how's retirement been treating you?"

"Oh, it's got its ups and downs. Things are a bit duller around here, but the upside is that I'm not getting shot at for a change." Dad says. "How's Sam doing?"

"Oh, she's doing fine!" You say cheerfully. "She's getting really good at that whole acting thing!"

"Good, good." Dad nods. "But be careful out there. I heard there's been a lot of crime going on."

"Oh, we'll keep an eye out." You laugh nervously, wondering if he suspected anything. "Don't worry! Anyways, gotta go!"

As you hang up the phone, you see Sam glowering at you.

"That was a bad idea." She grunts. "If we talk to him too much he might find out."

"What, do you want to just cut off all contact with him, then?" You retort.

"No, but- ugh, nevermind." Sam shakes her head. "Anyways, what do you want to do once we land? We'll have a bit of time before we need to meet up with the Russian."

>Business
>Pleasure!
>Other

>>38860682
>>Pleasure!

>>38860682
>Pleasure!

>>38860682
>>Pleasure!
See the sights, and see what has changed/yet to change/is going to change.

>>38860682
>Business

>>38860682
>>Pleasure!
>Business
Look around, make notes about city layout...
preferably when shopping or some shit like that.

>>38860682
>>Business
Let's keep up the good impressions by making sure we're squared away and ready to work.

>>38860028
>"This is the whitest car heist ever."

>>38860682
>Business

>>38860682
>>Business

>>38860682
>Pleasure!

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>>38860028

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZOZ85vXgQ4&spfreload=10

>>38860682

>Business

Let's see what there is that needs to be done, and maybe pick up some new equipment with the winnings from our last job.

>>38860682
>Pleasure!

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>38860682
Welp, looks like we got a tie, so time for a roll off!

>Business
>Pleasure

>>38861135
TIME FOR SLICE OF LIFE

>>38861135
Get the biggest ice cream while at it.
And some designer case for our LMG.

>>38861232
Only if the case has Wild Card idol group graphics on it.

>>38861232
Wouldn't be surprised if Cole owns a fucking huge chain of ice cream shops.

>>38861267
>Cole's Lightening Fast Burgers and Ice Cream
>roller skating maid waitresses

>>38861296
>Burgers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYNiXVgbyQk

>>38861135
"Let's mess around for a bit!" You grin. "Grab some souvenirs, check out some shops, maybe even rob some of 'em!"

"Let's not even start on that." Sam shakes her head and sighs. "You know how Dad hates the idea of recreational heisting."

"Aw fine. Souvenirs then." You concede. "Might as well see the sights, right?"

"Yeah, well, it's gonna have to e short. We can't keep the Russian waiting. She's the LAST person we want to be pissing off." Sam reminds you.

"I know, I know."

>Let's just do a bit of shopping.
>Let's just do a bit of "shopping".
>Let's see just how fast police response is in these parts!
>Other

>>38861485
>Let's just do a bit of "shopping".

Five finger discount!

>>38861485
>Let's just do a bit of shopping.
Don't draw the heat just yet.

>>38861485
>>Let's just do a bit of shopping.

>>38861485
>Let's just do a bit of "shopping".
By "shopping", I hope we mean buying our loadout.

>>38861485
>>Let's just do a bit of shopping.

>>38861485
>Let's just do a bit of shopping.

>>38861485
>>Let's just do a bit of shopping.

>>38861485
>>Let's just do a bit of shopping.

>>38861485
>>Let's just do a bit of shopping.

Let's buy overpriced bottled water at the duty-free shops!

>>38861485
>>Let's just do a bit of shopping.

>>38861485
>>Let's just do a bit of shopping.

>>38861485
>Let's just do a bit of shopping.

>>38861485
>Let's just do a bit of shopping.

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>>38861485
"Let's just do a bit of completely legitimate shopping that is not illegal in any way whatsoever." You say.

"That's more like it!" Sam nods.

Suddenly, the entire craft shudders as it lands, bouncing on the runway a bit. Finally, the first leg of your journey was over.

"This is your captain speaking." The pilot says coolly over the intercom. "Welcome to Delta City. We will be disembarking shortly, so please stay seated until told otherwise, and have a great day."

About a half an hour later, you and Sam are outside the Delta City airport, slowly ambling your way towards one of the many, MANY malls scattered about in the area. It seems like the entire point of this city was to sell something, which you guess you shouldn't be surprised. This was a completely corporate owned city, after all.

You and Sam start milling about the stores. You both have more than enough spending money thanks to that little heist you pulled off back in LA. However, you don't see anything of particular note until you wander into a gunstore.

"OOOOOOOH." Sam's eyes widen as she literally almost presses her face against the glass. "IS THAT A MATEBA AUTOREVOLVER."

"Why, yes that is, Miss!" The clerk nods. "It's a genuine article, too. Not a reproduction!"

"Fuck. Yes." Sam turns to you, her arm outstretched asking for money. Geez, and she considered YOU the child!

And geez, for a revolver? For THAT kind of money?!

>Might as well spoil her.
>No way you're dropping that much on an obsolete gun!
>Other

>>38862071
>>Might as well spoil her.
>>Other
Look something for you too.

>>38862071
>>Might as well spoil her.

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>>38862071
>>Other

Does he do custom orders? We might need something down the line.

>>38862071
>>Might as well spoil her.
Matebas are sexy as fuck.

>>38862123
I hope you don't actually use that rifle.

>>38862071
>Might as well spoil her.
>Look around for us too.

>>38862071
>>Might as well spoil her.

>>38862071
>Might as well spoil her.
>Other
Lets see if Clover is around so we can get their autographs... or get recruited by them.

>>38862201
Try to keep them separate. Cameos are fine, but this is its own thing.

>>38862071
>Might as well spoil her.
Those are good back up weapons.
>>38862238
And I feel it ended too soon.

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>>38862071
>Might as well spoil her.

>>38862071
>Might as well spoil her.
>Other
Look for a new toy as well.

>>38862306
Speaking of weapons, what should our general loadouts be seeing as we're not exactly symmetrical in style.

>>38862071
>No way you're dropping that much on an obsolete gun!
Semi-autos fire faster and hold more bullets.

>>38862439
But the Mateba is so goddamn sexy.

>>38862439
What is the jamming rate of the semi-autos?

>>38862558
In most cases, not much. You ever go shooting? If you take care of your gun and feed it the right ammunition, you probably won't run into any problems. Last time I shot my XDS I went through 100 rounds and didn't have a single stoppage.

>>38862439
Revolvers are useful in situations where you don't want to leave casings. And if you get a nagant with a cylinder that moves forward to seal with the barrel, it can be silenced as well.

>>38862610
Or you can go all Without Remorse on their asses and put a bag around the ejection port.

>>38862071
Oh, you couldn't resist eyes like those. You just smile and reach into your bag, grabbing several stacks of cash and plopping them in your sister's hand. Sam immediately drops the pile on the counter. The clerk doesn't say anything, merely raising his eyebrow. However, he's experienced, and smart, enough to know when to not ask questions. He quickly but quietly slides the bills into a shelf, and hands the Mateba autorevolver to Sam.

"I hope you enjoy your purchase." He says politely. "Would you like anything else?"

That reminds you. You needed a new piece, since obviously you and Sam had to leave behind all your regular heisting gear. You had to start from scratch.

"You got any handguns that are a bit more... modern?" You ask.

"Ah, we have plenty of those." The clerk nods and shows you another shelf, stocked with semi-automatics of all types and sizes.

Your eyes immediately pick out three frontrunners: the Chimano, the Interceptor, and the Deagle.

The Chimano was a decent utility gun. Small, light, and could carry a crap ton of bullets. However, it used basic 9mm, so stopping power could be a bit of an issue.

The Interceptor was a gun chambered for .45, giving it a much bigger punch. However, it had a much smaller magazine size, meaning each shot had to count.

The Deagle was a literal hand cannon. Built to fire .50 bullets, there wasn't exactly a lot that could stand up to it, but recoil and weight were going to be problematic.

>Chimano
>Interceptor
>Deagle
>I don't need any.
>Other

>>38862727
>>Interceptor
STOPPING POWAH

>>38862727
>>Interceptor

>>38862727
>Interceptor
Deagles are retarded.

>>38862727
>Interceptor

>>38862727
>>Interceptor

.45 an option, as if we could have anything else...

>>38862727
>Interceptor
Deagle's only good as a paperweight. Too damn heavy.

>>38862727
>Deagle

She wields a LMG normally. She can handle the recoil. And you probably need a lot of raw power to deal with policebots and body armor if it comes to actually using it.

>>38862727
>Interceptor
As much as i would like that Deagle, If we're using .50s, I want it to be a belt fed Mgun.

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>>38862727

>Interceptor

muh stoppan powah

>>38862727
Got anything in .40 S&W?

>>38862888
That's a Crosskill though.

>>38862935
>Getting 40 short and weak
>Ever
I kid

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>>38862727
>Other
>Judge

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Voting her for TECHNICIAN.

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>>38862727
>Interceptor
Deagles are full retard, while the Interceptor is a nice all-around pistol without sacrificing that knockdown ability. Here's hoping we can eventually upgrade to Best Millimeter, though.
>dat penetration for dealing with dem fookin' Chappies

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>>38863202
>not wanting Lynn
NUTS!
Yes, I know it's not an accurate translation. But I find the historical allusion amusing, so I use it anyway.

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>>38862727
It's a no brainer for you. You purchase the Interceptor. It was accurate, reliable, and could put a man down at almost any distance. Truly, it was God's gift to man.

Well, technically, that would be an original Colt 1911. But those things were rarer than even Matebas.

"Thank you for your purchase." The Clerk says politely as you hand him another stack of bills.

You and Sam both thank the clerk, only to turn and see the door blocked by a bunch of suited men in dark glasses.

"Um, did we accidentally run into a tux store?" You ask Sam.

"No, I think we're being paid a visit by the locals." Sam frowns.

"Perceptive." An older woman pushes her way through the suits, wearing a red dress suit and smoking an oversized cigar. However, it was her accent that gave her away as the Russian herself. "I figured I would let you two have a little fun, but there have been... developments."

"Developments?" You rise an eyebrow.

"All will be explained later." The Russian swiftly pivots on her hell and walks out, expecting you to follow her. Well, it's not like you and Sam really had much of a choice. The Russian leads you to a black limousine, and you enter in the back compartment with her. Your nose wrinkles as the car, regardless of how well it was cleaned, still reeked of cigar smoke and vodka.

"Okay, so what sort of developments are we talking about?" Sam asks.

(cont)

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>>38863417
"Well," The Russian sets her cigar aside for a second. "I had sent one of your prospective crew members on a mission to retrieve something that could be of value to me. Unfortunately, she appears to have gone missing."

"So, it's a rescue mission?" You ask.

"In a way, yes." The Russian gives you a wry smile. "While I have no doubt that she'll be able to handle the situation herself, I see it as a chance to show off your skills as a crew, yes?"

"I guess..." You concede. "What about our fourth?"

"You will meet your technician at the rendezvous." The Russian says simply. "She has already been briefed."

"What does she specialize in?" Sam asks. Always the curious one.

"Well..."

>HACKER: Specializes in breaching electronic systems.
>ENGINEER: Practical skills for practical problems.
>QUEEN BEE: Develops and controls drones.
>Other

>>38863447
>>HACKER: Specializes in breaching electronic systems.

>>38863447
>>QUEEN BEE: Develops and controls drones.
Let's try something different from our usual play style.

>>38863447
>HACKER: Specializes in breaching electronic systems.

>>38863447
>QUEEN BEE: Develops and controls drones.

>>38863447
>>QUEEN BEE: Develops and controls drones.
FLY MY PRETTIES

>>38863447
>>QUEEN BEE: Develops and controls drones.

FIN FANNEL

>>38863447
>>ENGINEER: Practical skills for practical problems.
If you can't solve a problem with explosives, you're not using enough explosives

>>38863447
>HACKER: Specializes in breaching electronic systems.
>>38863202
Come on it would be soo great.

>>38863447
>HACKER: Specializes in breaching electronic systems.

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>>38863447
>>ENGINEER: Practical skills for practical problems.

Can't go wrong with a bit of bread and butter.

>>38863447
>>HACKER: Specializes in breaching electronic systems.

Console cowboy!

>>38863447
>>HACKER: Specializes in breaching electronic systems.
Stealth is the most important part of any good heist.

>>38863447
>>ENGINEER: Practical skills for practical problems.

Explosives, drills, and lockpicks. All your heisting needs in one.

>>38863447
>Queen Bee

>>38863447
>QUEEN BEE: Develops and controls drones.

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>>38863539

The next most important part is having a big gun for when everything goes to shit.

>>38863447
>QUEEN BEE: Develops and controls drones.

>>38863447
>ENGINEER: Practical skills for practical problems.

>>38863447
>HACKER: Specializes in breaching electronic systems.

>>38863447
>>QUEEN BEE: Develops and controls drones.

Wait a minute. What class is Sam anyway?

>>38863728
Enforcer right now. Not sure if we can specialize later on.

>>38863447
>QUEEN BEE: Develops and controls drones.
She'll b able to develop hacking and explosive drones!

>>38863728
Sam is the Mastermind.

>>38863737
You got Sam confused with us, Carly.

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>>38863737

Carly's an Enforcer. I'm guessing Sam is a Mastermind, if the affinity for handguns is any indication.

Decker > Rigger

>>38863447
>>ENGINEER: Practical skills for practical problems.

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>>38863447
"Your technician has quite the hobby in drone development." The Russian grins. "A rare and valuable talent these days, especially at the rate the megacorps snap up prospective technicians."

"And do we have a name?" You ask.

"Well, that's something you can ask her yourself." The Russian grins as the limousine crawls to a stop. One of her bodyguards opens the doors for you and Sam and you both step out to see another girl presiding over a work bench, working on some sort of robotic unit. You notice that you're outdoors, in some sort of abandoned lot. The entire area was lit up with temporary floodlights, and a number of black sedans and suits were milling about. This appeared to be some sort of staging point.

"Lisa, I brought the rest of the crew." The Russian coughs to get the girl's attention.

"Huh, what? Oh!" The girl spins around. "Hey there! Name's Lisa, and I guess I'm gonna be your techie!"

"I'm Sam. The mastermind for this crew." Sam says as she shakes Lisa's hand.

"And I'm Carly, the enforcer." You grin as you point a thumb to yourself. "Need something broken, and I can break it, guaranteed!"

"Obviously." Lisa nods.

"Well, now." The Russian speaks up to grab all of your attention. "Now that you are all gathered here, we can begin."

"What exactly are we doing here?" Sam steps forward.

(cont)

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>>38864209

"As I have said before, one of my operatives, and your fourth crew member, was sent into the Tombs to retrieve something for me as part of her test. Unfortunately, she's overdue, and I'd like to have some assurances that she is fine. She's a valuable asset to the organization, after all."

"The Tombs?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah yes, you're not from around here." The Russian smirks. "It's what we call the ruins of Old Detroit, buried and forgotten under Delta City. It's a lawless and dangerous place, but one that can hide many treasures."

"That doesn't sound like a job for heisters." You frown.

"That is true, but it's a job for a CREW." The Russian stares hard at you. "What lengths would you go through to help a fellow crew member? This I would like to see."

"Hmmm..." Sam frowns. "I remember reading up a little about that place. It's pretty much a third world country down there, right?"

"Essentially."

Sam then turns to you.

"Carly, we might have to go light on this. I don't think that's a place we can afford to start big firefights. The people down there can be pretty vicious."

>Okay, we'll go in light.
>Nah, we'll go in heavy.
>Other

>>38864230
>>Okay, we'll go in light.
Trust the mastermind

>>38864230
>Okay, we'll go in light.

>>38864230
>>Okay, we'll go in light.

>>38864230
>Okay, we'll go in light.
We trust her judgement.

>>38864230
>Okay, we'll go in light.
Bring our Interceptor and a suppressed Car-4

>>38864230
>>Okay, we'll go in light.

>>38864230
>>Okay, we'll go in light

>>38864230
>Okay, we'll go in light.

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>>38864230
>>Okay, we'll go in light.

It ain't a good idea to get into a firefight down there. Let's just get in and get out.

>>38864230
>>Okay, we'll go in light.

>>38864230
>>Okay, we'll go in light.


>The Tombs?

Hell, yes we're in idol-verse!

>>38864230
>It's pretty much a third world country down there, right?"
That's offensive dude, Uruguay is safe, americans.
Anyway.
>Okay, we'll go in light.

>>38864230
>>Okay, we'll go in light.

>>38864446
Mostly.

>>38864230
>Okay, we'll go in light.

>>38864538
Well, I have never been robbed here, only by the government.

>>38864580
That's the same everywhere, friend.

>>38864598
I know pal.

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>>38864230
"All right." You nod, deferring to your sister's judgment. "I don't like going loud on short notice, anyways."

"That's what I thought." Sam nods and turns to Lisa. "Lisa, I assume you've got recon drones? Stealthy ones?"

"Duh." Lisa nods and points to a trio of small, spherical devices. "These little babies are flight capable and have passive stealth capability. They can give us an eye in the sky. Or, if you want, I can swap them out for one larger, weaponized one, packing a high power rifle for some sniper support. Gotta be careful, though. These flying ones can be pretty fragile."

>Take the three recon drones.
>Take the one combat drone.
>Other

>>38864676
>>Take the three recon drones.

>>38864676
>>Take the three recon drones.

>>38864676
>>Take the one combat drone.
Fire support is better. The single should still be able to recon.

>>38864676
>>Take the three recon drones.

>>38864676
>rake three recon drones

>>38864676
>Other
>One recon and the combat drone
Overall view is crucial, and really, we might need snipe support, we don't know the situation.

>>38864676
>Take the three recon drones.

>>38864676
>Take the three recon drones.
Given that it's city ruins under the city, there's probably not a lot of space for sniping.

>>38864676
>>Take the three recon drones.

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>>38864676
"Let's take the recon drones." You say. "Probabaly better in a cramped place like the Tombs.

"Yeah, I figured that." Lisa nods, tapping a few keys on her wrist mounted console. Suddenly, the three mini orbs shudder and twitch before rising up in the air, orbiting around Lisa's head like miniature moons. "Good to go!"

"I'm ready here, too." Sam nods, making sure her Mateba and her assault rifle are loaded and ready. "Carly? What are you going to be rolling with?"

You turn to the Russian, who opens up the back door of a van, revealing racks of weapons of all kinds.

"Consider it a freebie for this one time." She smiles.

Oh boy...

>Assault rifle for versatility.
>Shotgun for raw power.
>SAW for utility.
>Other

>>38865011
>>Shotgun for raw power.
We're likely to be in close should things go tits-up. Best to pop skulls with a single round each.

>>38865011
>>Assault rifle for versatility.

tacticool?!

>>38865011
>>SAW for utility.
Smash and grab, not smash and murder.

>>38865011
>>Assault rifle for versatility.
With a Beta-C mag.

>>38865011
>Assault rifle for versatility.
Car-4 A BEST

>>38865011
>>SAW for utility.
Yay utility!

>>38865011
>>Assault rifle for versatility.

>>38865011
>>Assault rifle for versatility.
We're going light

>>38865011
>Assault rifle for versatility.
CAR-4

>>38865011
>Other
Interceptor and sawwed down Mosconni

>>38865011
>SAW for utility.

>>38865011
>>Assault rifle for versatility.

>>38865011
>Assault rifle for versatility.

>>38865011
>Assault rifle for versatility.
With silencer, trying to go in and out without attracting too much attention or any for that matter.

>>38865011
You decide to roll with the classic assault rifle. Good for any situation, especially if you needed to travel light.

"All right, ready to rack!" You say as you slap a fresh magazine into your weapon. "So where are we headed?"

"I dispatched my operative to an old warehouse here." The Russian points to a circled location on the map in front of her. "We have received reports that there is a defunct but salvageable ED-209 combat platform there, leftover from past peacekeeping attempts. Now, a fully functional combat robot like the ED-209 would fetch an extremely high price on the black market, or could prove to be an invaluable asset for our own organization. While the recovery of my operative is the primary objective, I would like you to recover the ED-209 if possible."

"We'll see what we can do." Sam says. "Lisa, can you fix it up if we find it?"

"Depends on the level of damage." Lisa shrugs. "I won't know until I see it."

"Wonderful." You roll your eyes.

"Now now, time is wasting away." The Russian claps to move you along.

"Wait wait wait." You frown as you look at the "entrance." It was more like a water slide, except it was a concrete tube in the ground, and instead of water it was fluids of all kinds that you didn't care to mention. "You expect us to go down THAT?"

"It is the closest entrance." The Russian shrugs.

You, Sam, and Lisa just stand over the ominous hole, as if daring the other to slide down it first.

"The drone say it's clear. It's totally safe. Totally." Lisa says.

"Uh huh. If that's the case why don't you go down first?" Sam asks.

"Because I'm the technician? I'm not a pointman!" Lisa rationalizes.

"Sissies." You grunt and stomp forward. "Let's just get this fucking over with!"

>roll 12d0

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>38865466

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>38865466

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>38865466
I'm going to assume you meant 1d20 and not 12d0

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>38865466

>>38865482
HUEHUEHUEHUEHUE

>>38865482
>>38865489
>>38865491
So What are the dice rules?

>>38865466
>>roll 12d0
Uhh...

>>38865510
No idea, though I'm kind of confused as to what we're actually meant to be rolling though I imagine we've already got several equivalentss of Star Points from Pixelfags drawings

Rolled , , , , , , , , , , , = 0 (12d0)

>>38865466

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>>38865466
Merc, this makes no sense....
>roll 12d0

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>>38865466
>As a note, dice rolling will work in a similar fashion to Cyberpunk Idols. However, they won't be fully fleshed out until the entire crew is together!

"UWAAAAAAH!!" You shriek as you tumble down the concrete drain, your light vest hissing as it scrapes against the artificial stone. Finally, you see a faint light up ahead, signifying that your little journey was nearly at its end.

That is, until you exit the pipe and fall into a large pool of rancid storm water.

"Auuugh!" You wail as you thrash around trying to get your footing. What a fucking way to start things off.

"Hey! Carly, is everything all right?" You hear Sam ask over the radio.

"Uh yeah, everything's great!" You say as you pull yourself out of the pool. "Come on down!"

It was cruel, but seeing Sam and Lisa's surprised faces when they splash down too made it all worth it.

"Aw, fuck you, Carly!" Sam spits as you laugh and pull her out of the pool. "'Everything's great', huh?"

"Says the masterclass actor." You chuckle.

"Should've brought the gundrones." Lisa grumbles.

"Ah, don't be such a spoilsport!"

Once the three of you were fairly dried off, you continue on. You notice that down here, everything was very, VERY dark, only lit by dying lights and weak fires. It made visibility extremely poor. You also noticed that the ventilation was pretty bad, with the air having a constant, smokey consistency, caused by things you'd rather not think about.

You wonder if this is what Dad had to deal with before he made it big.

(cont)

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>>38865886
"Hey, guys, my drones are picking up something!" Lisa reports.

You and Sam gather around your techie was she activates a small holoscreen. On it, you could see the projections of the drones' cameras.

"That's the ED-209 we're looking for." Lisa points to the screen.

Sure enough, there was a derelict shell of the fearsome ED-209 warbot. However, it also was surrounded by at least two dozen thugs armed with various weapons.

"Well, that's not good." Sam frowns.

"You think our friend had a run in with these guys?" You wonder.

"Who knows." Lisa frowns. "But that's a lot of them."

>Keep searching for the operative. She has to be around somewhere.
>Secure the ED-209 first.
>Other

>>38865900
>>Secure the ED-209 first.

>>38865900
>Keep searching for the operative. She has to be around somewhere.
> However, they won't be fully fleshed out until the entire crew is together!
We need our crew for dem rolls.

>>38865900
>>Secure the ED-209 first.
Let's "borrow" it for a bit.

>>38865900
>Secure the ED-209 first.
set up a kill zone and reck their shit

>>38865900
>Keep searching for the operative. She has to be around somewhere.
I'm going to go out on a limb and assume people are more valuable that robots. Even very expensive robots.

>>38865900
>>Keep searching for the operative. She has to be around somewhere.

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>>38865900
>>Secure the ED-209 first.

We get a bonus if we bring this thing back in reasonably intact, right?

>>38865900
>Keep searching for the operative. She has to be around somewhere.
Our mission is the girl, not the robot, don't be dumb.

>>38865900
>>Keep searching for the operative. She has to be around somewhere.

>>38865900
>Keep searching for the operative. She has to be around somewhere.
One more gun would be handy before trying to take on that gang.

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>>38865900
"How about we search for that operative first? We could always use an extra gun." You say.

"Sure, I guess. Maybe she's around here somewhere?" Sam frowns as she looks around. "Lisa, do your drones see anything?"

"Activating a search pattern." Lisa says, tapping a few keys on her wrist console. "They'll sweep the block around us for anything out of the ordinary."

"What's ordinary down here?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I have no damn clue." Lisa sighs.

>roll 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>38866153
Welp

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>38866153

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>38866153

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>38866153

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>38866169
Armchair what the fuck are you doing?

Merc, we're going to need a real good critfail negation system for this quest....

>>38866162
>>38866169
Good work dumbasses.

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>>38866169
Just not our day

>>38866162
>>38866164
>>38866169
Okay so either they hid her pretty damn well, or they spotted the drones

>>38866169
oh ffs

this quest is off to a great start with shitty dice...

>>38866192
Spotted the drones, our crew, our terrible taste in fashion and the ugly pimple we've been trying to hide but the waterproof makeup washed off in the toxic rainwater.

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>>38866153
"Well, did you find anything?" You ask.

"Nah, nothing yet." Lisa frowns. "More thugs milling about, but that's about it."

And that's when you feel the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of your head. You see Sam and Lisa freeze for a second before raising their weapons at you, or more specifically, the person behind you. You could hear heavy, mechanical breathing coming from your ambusher. Some kind of gas mask of breather unit?

"Let her go." Sam scowls, her brand new Matebal glinting in the dim light. "Or I'll blow your fucking head off."

You hear more muffled wheezing before you feel the pressure of the barrel disappear, and hear the crunching of boots against gravel as the unknown slowly takes a few steps back. You finally turn around to see a cloaked and gas masked figure standing there, an old and busted up Bronco .44 clutched in her gloved hands. You both kind of stare at each other before the asked figure brings out a tablet and quickly taps away at it.

HELLO. DID THE RUSSIAN SEND YOU?

You, Sam, and Lisa look at each other dumbfounded.

"Um, yeah." You nod. "The Russian sent us to find you."

The masked girl rapidly taps away at the tablet again.

OH GOOD. YOU CAN HELP ME LOOT THE ROBOT THEN. NAME IS ARTYA BY THE WAY.

"Um, hi, Artya." You frown.

"Erm, you don't speak? Are you mute?" Sam asks.

DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THE WAY I TALK?

"N-no, nothing at all!" Sam says awkwardly.

"Um, guys, problem!" Lisa waves you all over. The four of you crowd around her holofeed, where you see one of the screens is just blank static.

"What happened to the drone?" You ask.

"Think those thugs saw it." Lisa grimaces. "They probably know we're here."

"We should leave then. We found the operative, anyways." Sam says.

BUT LOOOOOOOOOOT!

>That ED-209 would make a real nice payday.
>Yeah, let's get out while we can.
>Other

>>38866439
>>That ED-209 would make a real nice payday.
DOSH

>>38866439
>That ED-209 would make a real nice payday.
Artya wants to loot the robot too, why not?

>>38866439
>That ED-209 would make a real nice payday.

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>>38866439

>Artya

My God, it has been quite some time, hasn't it? Is she our Ghost or our Fugitive?

>That ED-209 would make a real nice payday.

Greed is good!

>>38866439
>That ED-209 would make a real nice payday.

>>38866439
Oh hello Artya.

In my mind Artya was using the voice device that jacket uses instead of the tablet.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnmDdlURIWI

>>38866439
>>That ED-209 would make a real nice payday.

>>38866460
I'm thinking she's primarily a Ghost, and a Fugitive second

>>38866481
She's probably the ghost. We may get the fugitive in the future.

>>38866502
Don't expect her to actually blend into the crowd with that gasmask and all. She's not that kind of stealth artist.

>>38866439
>That ED-209 would make a real nice payday.

>>38866524
Says you, but just you watch, she'll vanish into a crowd

>>38866439
Aww was hoping for a new character. Oh well.

>>38866553
Well 2/4 is not bad for new characters.

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>>38866524

With any luck, we can convince her to not wear the mask all the time--it'd definitely make it better if we ever try to run stealth.

Of course, we could always just get her a package of voice lines like Jacket in PD2 and have her use that instead of using the tablet all the time.

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>>38866524
If she takes it off, would she die?

>>38866439
"That ED-209 would make for a real nice payday..." You muse.

"Aw, man." Sam sighs. "Fine. Let's go."

"Wait, wait, we're seriously gonna make a fight out of this?!' Lisa gasps.

"Well, when Carly is set on making money, no point in fighting her." Sam sighs as she flips the safety off on her rifle. "Let's do this loud."

"Aw man." Lisa groans.

WILL CONTRIBUTE. Artya adds.

You head over the yard where the derelict ED-209 is laying. This time, you see the thugs in person. They're all armed with various weapons, mostly melee implements. If they had guns, they were mostly the crappy kind that would more likely blow up in your face.

But they did have numbers. Oh so many numbers.

>They're just thugs. Try and scare them off.
>No sense taking a risk. Gun them down.
>Other

>>38866650
>They're just thugs. Try and scare them off.

>>38866650
>They're just thugs. Try and scare them off.
"YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO CLEAR OUT BEFORE I START SPRAYING!"

>>38866650
>>They're just thugs. Try and scare them off.

>>38866650
>They're just thugs. Try and scare them off.

Hey Merc just out of question what time does this take place in relation to CIMQ?

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>>38866650

>No sense taking a risk. Gun them down.

We could use some target practice, and I'd like to see what Artya can do.

>>38866676
If I had to take a guess, it should take sometime before or during CIMQ due to the Tombs still being known as a shit hole.

>>38866684
Well even after CIMQ the tombs was still a shithole, it just became a recruiting ground. Even if all of the teenage girls were removed you still have a sizeable population

>>38866439
Fuck yes, best loli STALKER is finally back!
>>38866650
>They're just thugs. Try and scare them off.
Ain't no point in rampant murder of folk that already have it shitty enough.

>>38866684
that didn't change after CIMQ, they just recruited more from the tombs, its still a shithole

>>38866703
She ain't a loli dude, nor is she Giltine.

>>38866676
>>38866684
Hmm...When would Delta City implement Robot Cops in relation to CIMQ?

>>38866719
Ah, anyone under the age of 17 I automatically view as loli-tier but you got a point. Best STALKER girl is back, then.

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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>38866650
Eh, they're just thugs. You're reasonably sure you can scare these guys off. You don't think they've actually seen how a REAL gun works. You just charge forward, screaming while firing your rifle at full auto in their general direction.

>roll 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>38866742

Hier kommt der Schnee

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>38866742
One

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38866742

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>38866742

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>38866742

Here goes somethingn.

>>38866740
honestly none
of the cast seem like they are young teenagers

also how the fuck do you have the upper ceiling of loli-tier as fucking 17?

loli stops at like 12-15

>>38866729
All I know is that Julie would feel rather upset since robots are taking a share the fun.

>>38866759
Pitty that somethingn was a bit late

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>>38866742
Your little show of bravado seems to do the trick, as the thugs turn tail and run, leaving the yard empty. Your crewmates contribute with their own bursts of gunfire to keep them moving and from regrouping. You, Sam, and Lisa manage to reach the hulk, while Artya continues onward.

WILL CONTINUE PURSUIT. PLEASE REPAIR LOOT.

"Lisa, is it fixable?" You ask.

"Ummm, ummm." Lisa frowns as she immediately begins popping open the downed robot's service panels. I think I can get the hydraulics working to that we don't have to carry this damn thing out. Some of the weapons seem to be in good condition too. If I can fix up the fire control, it might even be able to fight...

>Try to fix it up best you can.
>Just get it moving so we can get out of here.
>Other

>>38866811
>>Just get it moving so we can get out of here.
Time to escort this out of here.

>>38866811
>Try to fix it up best you can.

>>38866811
>Just get it moving so we can get out of here.

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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>38866811
>>Try to fix it up best you can.

A big old killbot that can shoot is a damn sight better than a big old killbot that only looks mean.

>>38866760
Because I'm old enough that anyone legally still a teenager seems like a kid to me.

>>38866811
>Try to fix it up best you can.
It'll sell more if it can fight.

>>38866760
Merc, has the 6th destroyer group as teenager/young adults in some of his stories.

>>38866811
>>Try to fix it up best you can.

>>38866811
>Just get it moving so we can get out of here.
We just want to get out now before those thugs come back with some of their friends.

>>38866862
Uhh wut? I don't think you mean Merc

>>38866811
>Try to fix it up best you can.
no one said anything but I'm guessing we'd get paid more if we buff out more of the dents

>>38866811
>Just get it moving so we can get out of here.

>>38866811
>>Try to fix it up best you can.

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>>38866811
"Lisa, fix it up the best you can!" You say. "If we're gonna have to walk out, I'd prefer to have some more firepower on our side!"

"Okay, I'll see what I can do!" Lisa nods as she digs deeper in the ED-209's guts, pulling out charred and torn up wiring and circuit boards and replacing them with new ones, or bypassing damaged components if at all possible.

"I'll stay here to keep an eye on things." Sam says. "What are you going to be doing?"

>I'll stay here too and set up a defensive position.
>I'm gonna follow Artya and keep harassing them.
>Other

>>38866918
>I'll stay here too and set up a defensive position.

>>38866918
>I'm gonna follow Artya and keep harassing them.

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>>38866918
>>I'll stay here too and set up a defensive position.

Gotta make sure our killtoy can actually get on its own legs.

>>38866918
>>I'm gonna follow Artya and keep harassing them.

>>38866918
>>I'll stay here too and set up a defensive position.
Time to set up a killzone.

>>38866918
>>I'll stay here too and set up a defensive position.

I think we're better here, Artya's likely pretty good at avoiding retailiation. That and if something happens we'll be around.

>>38866918
>I'll stay here too and set up a defensive position.
Cover Lisa while she works.

>>38866918
>I'll stay here too and set up a defensive position.
This is kind of our thing, as an Enforcer.

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>>38866918
You hold your position and mount your rifle on the ED-209.

THUGS REGROUPING. Arty warns via text message. THEY DO NOT LOOK HAPPY.

Yeah, it seemed like happiness was one thing that was in serious shortage down here.

"Lisa, status?" You ask.

"I think I got basic motor functions." Lisa grunts as wires spark and flash. "Let's see..."

The legs soon begin to twitch, and the ED-209's optics hum to life. It looked like it was still in fairly working order.

"Okay, moving on to weapons." Lisa continues her work.

At this point, you could see the thugs slowly filtering back into view. You could catch Artya's cloaked form blending in among them.

PERMISSION TO ENGAGE?

>Let Artya do her thing.
>Open fire on the thugs.
>Better withdraw while you can.
>Other

>>38867078
>>Let Artya do her thing.
>>Open fire on the thugs.

>>38867078
>Better withdraw while you can.
primary and secondary objectives complete, lets get out of here

>>38867078
>Let Artya do her thing.

>>38867078
>>Better withdraw while you can.

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>>38867078
>>Open fire on the thugs.

Pick your shots and don't hit Artya!

>>38867078
>Let Artya do her thing.
>Better withdraw while you can.

Name of the game is fighting retreat. Use Artya to cause as much confusion as possible while pulling out of there. We should also aid her when the opportunity presents itself.

>>38867078
"Artya, try to cause as much confusion among them as you can." You say and turn to Sam. "I think it's time we get out of here."

"Yeah, me too." Sam nods. "Lisa, forget the weapons. Just get this thing moving to the nearest exit.

"All right, all right!" Lisa grunts as she slams the panel closed. "I programmed it to head for the nearest exit!"

With that, the ED-209 struggles to its feet, and begins lumbering out of the yard and away from the gang of thugs. The thugs begin to get galvanized at the sight of their prize escaping and start to move, which is when Artya makes her move.

>roll 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>38867231

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>38867231

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>38867231
HERE COMES THE PRO

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>38867231

>>38867234
>>38867244
>>38867247
>>38867248

whelp

>>38867234
>>38867244
>>38867247
>>38867248
I'm surprised by how low we're rolling tonight

>>38867234
>>38867244
>>38867247
I want to get off cosgrove's wild ride.gif

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>>38867231
However, despite Artya picking off a few thugs while they aren't looking, the mob's blood is up, and they press on, seemingly unaware of Artya's attempts to hamper them .

SORRY.

"Not your fault, Artya. Just get out of there and link back up with us." Sam says.

ROGER.

"Looks like we're gonna have to fight our way outta this one." Sam sighs. "I do hate having to fight."

"That's why you got me around." You chuckle.

>roll 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>38867280
TWENTY

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>38867280

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38867280

Come on!

>>38867286
SO CLOSE

Regardless we enforced

>>38867286
and this is why we're the enforcer

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>>38867280
You unleash a storm of bullets on the approaching mobs, gunning down a couple thugs as they come. You get some sporadic bullet fire and rocks, but you make sure the ED-209's armored hulk is between you and them. Even in its damaged state, the ED-209's armor was more than enough to shrug off whatever these thugs could throw at it.

Meanwhile, Lisa was keeping a close eye on its diagnostics to make sure the robot wouldn't break down at a bad time, while Sam was taking point, yelling at people to get the fuck out of the way. You figure they were more intimidated by the giant robot rather than Sam herself, but mostly because you figure that they didn't know its weapons weren't working.

Meanwhile, you count about six thugs downed to your fire, and their progress is definitely getting checked as they fall further and further behind.

"Come on, little baby, just a little farther!" Lisa pats the ED-209 lovingly as it lumbers on, smoke belching from its ancient motors. "Don't die on us now!"

"I can see the exit!" Sam points. Up ahead, you could see a long ramp leading up to the surface.

LETS GET THE LOOT UP THERE. Artya reminds you all.

>Let the ED-209 take up the rear. It'll shield you from attacks.
>Take up the rear to keep the thugs suppressed. Don't want to risk more damage to the ED-209.
>Other

>>38867367
>>Take up the rear to keep the thugs suppressed. Don't want to risk more damage to the ED-209.

>>38867367
>Take up the rear to keep the thugs suppressed. Don't want to risk more damage to the ED-209.
PROTECT THE LOOT

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>>38867367
>>Take up the rear to keep the thugs suppressed. Don't want to risk more damage to the ED-209.

Keep their heads down!

>>38867367
>>Take up the rear to keep the thugs suppressed. Don't want to risk more damage to the ED-209.

THE GOAL IS CASH AND CASH MONEYS

>>38867367
>Let the ED-209 take up the rear. It'll shield you from attacks.

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>>38867367
>Take up the rear to keep the thugs suppressed. Don't want to risk more damage to the ED-209.
Like I already said, as an Enforcer, running rearguard is our fucking jam.

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>>38867367
"You guys go on ahead!" You yell. "I'm gonna hold them off for a second!"

"Don't do anything stupid!" Sam yells back. "You stay right behind us, you got it?"

"Of course!" You grin as you slap a fresh mag into your rifle.

>roll 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38867455
crap, one of them got a 20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>38867455

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>38867455
ENFORCE THAT SHIT

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>>38867462
It's only 1 point but it's the thought that counts

>>38867462
FUCK
I GO FROM ROLLING THE 19 TO A 1
RNGESUS, I'LL GO AGNOSTIC IF THIS KEEPS UP

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>38867462
You just had to roll after we had a 16 and a 15...

>>38867472
Why the fuck would you tempt the dice gods like that? You knew what would happen.

>>38867462

And then Carly got headshotted by a Tombs thug wielding a Hi-Point being held together by rust and faith.

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>>38867455
However, whether it was a lucky hit, or if one of the thugs happened to be a good shot, you feel the impact of a bullet hit you square in your vest. It feels like a hammer blow, sending you stumbling backwards. You can taste copper in your mouth, too, and breathing starts to really, really HURT.

"Aw fuck." You cough as you fall on your ass, your rifle clattering to the ground. Your vest prevented it from being a lethal shot, but SHIT it fucking HURTS.

"Carly!" Sam dashes back down and hauls you back to your feet. "Get the fuck up!"

"Easy for you to say." You cough. "Of all the luck!"

This time, Artya and Lisa provide the covering fire as Sam drags you up alongside the ED-209, which slowly trundles its way to the exit.

Finally, the Tomb residents give the chase, unwilling to venture out to the surface. Ahead, you can see the Russian and her men waiting at the mouth of the tunnel. Even from this distance, you can see the wide, toothy smile on her face.

"Excellent job, girls." The Russian lights a fresh cigar. "You shall be compensated handsomely for your work. My men will take you to your safehouse, where you can also get some medical attention, if needed."

"Gee, thanks." You cough.

"And once you have recovered, we will have much to talk about." The Russian grins. "Welcome to Delta City!"

>And that's it for tonight! Next thread is next week. Don't forget PJ Witches on Sunday and Ace Combat on Friday!

>>38867562
Thanks for running!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>38867562
thanks for the thread Merc

>>38867562
Hey Merc, is this quest set pre, post, or alternate universe of Cyberpunk idols Delta City?

>>38867562
Just got caught up with this, looks good so far, thanks for running Merc.

>>38867256
I wouldn't worry, we just need character abilities and rules in order to balance the rolling.