Ordinary Days

[Huitzil]

Paul figures taht these guys must be desperate or crazy to do a stunt like this, maybe both. He doesn't want them to do some more crazy things.

He sits there, waiting to see if these guys have any demands, and if they might be able to be talked to.

[Brian]

<Brian> The scene is thus.  About four seats back from the end of the 'coach' section, towards the front of the plane, Phil is sitting next to an empty seat.  Further back, about six seats on, on the right half of the plane (same side as Phil), is Paul, sitting next to Terrified Brittish Businesswoman.  Opposite Paul, and about three seats up, Parthipan is sitting next to an empty seat.
Huitzil makes a sort of "Whidja-wha?" sound, then cuts himself off. What the fuck is this shit?
<Brian> The terrorists (three of them -- one Japanese teenager, two people of indeterminate European descent) are standing right at the divider between Coach and First Class.  The two older men are scanning coach with watchful eyes, and carrying pistols.
<Brian> The kid is fidgeting with the box-cutter in his left hand nervously, and it looks a bit silly next to the pistol in his right hand.
<Brian> The stewardess next to the terrorists is pushed to sit in the nearest empty seat -- coincidentally, next to Phil.
Huitzil tries to make eye contact with the kid. Is he scared, desperate, violent, crazy, what?
Dracos blinks, staying silent, checking idly if the Stewardess is alright.
<Brian> Paul: He looks scared spitless, doesn't meet your eyes, and still has a lot of resolve in him.  He has to be, to be here.
<Brian> Phil: She looks pretty scared, too, but try to give you a reassuring smile.
<Huitzil> Have they said anything?
<Brian> Not a word.
<Brian> The Box-Cutter Kid pockets his box-cutter, and pulls out a photograph, squinting, and comparing it to each face one-by-one.
Huitzil waits for a bit for them to say something about demands or anything of the sort.
<Brian> The loudspeaker crackles to life, and a faintly German-accented voice says, "This is your new captain speaking.  We will not harm you, as long as you cooperate."
<Brian> A moment of silence follows, to allow this to sink in.
<Brian> "We are the Forge, and we are here to apprehend a number of enemies to the free world.  We repeat, if you cooperate, you will not be harmed, and when we land, you will be handed over to your appropriate governmental authorities to be returned to your homes."
Dracos idly focuses on listening to the box-cutter kids thoughts.
<Brian> Phil: Please roll your telepathy.
<Huitzil> <Wait. Forge? Were they the Arcana guys or the Cabal guys?>
<Dracos> Roll 6d6 for undetected mindread pretty please!
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Dracos ... : 6d6 for undetected mindread pretty please! --> [ 6d6=24 ]{24}
<Brian> "It's you, Tat," and then the loudspeaker cuts off.
<Brian> Phil: The kid is thinking (in a frenzied mantra) "Where is he?  Where is he?  Where is he?"  Beneath that thought, you catch an image of a young Japanese schoolgirl in traction, and a stern male -- you get the gist of something about honor before your connection is cut off, and the kid's eyes lock with yours.
<Brian> "Who da fuck are you," he says in badly accented English, stalking a few steps forward, and pulling the box-cutter from his pocket again.
<Brian> One of the men stays a few steps behind him, quickly covering you with his pistol, but staying out of your striking range.
<Huitzil> "Hey, man. None of us wants any trouble."
<Brian> "You weren't spoken to," Goon One (behind the BCK) says roughly.  "Shut the fuck up."
Dracos looks frightened, "Simon. I'm Simon Beckett."
Huitzil puts his hands up, kinda leans back, showing that hey, he's shutting up now.
<Brian> Paul: Roll 3d6 for your Acting skill (without the skill, you have a goal of 9-).
<Huitzil> roll 3d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Huitzil ... : 3d6 --> [ 3d6=11 ]{11}
<Brian> The man narrows his eyes ... but after a moment turns his attention back to Phil.
<Brian> "Tell me where he is," BCK says loudly, snagging the photograph from one pocket, and showing it to you -- it's a picture of Shade, apparently taken while he was asleep in a hospital bed.
Dracos responds with a confused voice, "Who? Who the hell is that?"
<Brian> He growls, and glares at you.  Through clenched teeth, he says, "The one who defiled my sister.  WHERE IS HE?"
<Brian> "He's an enemy to the free people of the world," Goon One replies, eyes not on you, but surveying the rest of Coach.  "We will bring him to justice, for the sake of everyone else."
<Dracos> "Man, I don't know who the fuck that is!  Why the hell would I know where he is?" Dracos says with a hint of fear.
<Brian> BCK looks doubtful.  "You were the one trying to dig into my mind," he says doubtfully.  "You know something.  If you don't..." he trails off, then smiles.  "Find him for me.  We know he has to be on this plane."
Huitzil tries to make eye contact with Phil, this time, seeing if they might be able to get some psychic shit going on sohe can talk tohim without speaking.
<Brian> Phil:  To your eyes, his hand is still glowing blue, and there's a visible hole in his palm ... but you can tell it's not a real hole.  It's nearly as wide across as the boy's palm itself.
<Dracos> "I was just damn scared and trying to find out what the fuck was going on...I didn't mean anything by it, I don't know who that is.  I'll look for him, just don't kill me."
<Brian> BCK nods again, smiling to himself in satisfaction.
Dracos looks at the guards, slowly standing up provided they don't look contrary to it, following BCK's instruction.
<Brian> They back off, making sure you don't have the range to strike at them before they can use their weapons on you.
Dracos walks around the cabins slowly, visibly doing exactly what they asked.
<Brian> They keep their distance.
<Brian> But they also keep their eyes on you (BCK and Goon One -- Goon Two is scanning everyone else).
Dracos doesn't pause as he continues doing it until he's carefully gone around the entirety of the plane.
Huitzil thinks of what he can do to not look conspicuous, but can't think of anything.
<Brian> "Well?" BCK asks, when you complete the full circuit.
<Dracos> "I don't see anyone like that here.  Not at all.  There isn't even anyone else but you who's even oriental here.  Unless that guy went through some heavy plastic surgery he isn't here."
<Brian> "He's here," BCK says impatiently.  "And we're rare enough that you just lost the benefit of the doubt -- there's only ONE reason a person like you would even be headed to Gibraltar.  Tell me where the hell he is."
<Dracos> "Fine, He's dead.  He had his fucking neck ripped out a week and a half ago by some fucking crazy man just after I met the crazy asshole."
<Brian> BCK stares at you blankly.  "That's bullshit," he says.  "We planted a GPS tracker on him and he was still moving yesterday.  Last chance, and then...."  BCK trails off nervously.
<Brian> Goon One doesn't hesitate, and just puts the pistol to the stewardess's head.  "Last chance," he repeats.
<Brian> The stewardess stiffens, quaking quietly with fear, eyes shut.
<Dracos> "Yeah, but he wasn't alive.  The fucking crazy guy hauled his body off.  I'm telling the truth.  That's probably what you got off of GPS."
<Brian> Phil: Please roll 3d6 for Persuasion.  This roll is with a -4 modifier.
<Dracos> Roll 3d6 please roll a 3.
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Dracos ... : 3d6 please roll a 3. --> [ 3d6=10 ]{10}
<Brian> Goon One pulls the trigger.  The bark of the gun fills the cabin with noise, and BCK is visibly shaken at the splatter of brains and blood that sprays across the cabin.
<Brian> Everyone is stock silent.
<Brian> Goon One then walks over towards Paul, and points the gun at him.  "Strike one," he says.  "You, talker, you have some sympathy for your friend here?  If he doesn't give us an answer we like do you become strike two?"
Huitzil takes a very deep breath.
<Huitzil> "He's telling the truth, at least if the guy in the picture is who I think it is. He's dead."
<Brian> BCK is shaking nervously, but steps away from Phil, approaching you (and obviously glad to get away from the carnage).  "How do you know?" he asks.
<Huitzil> "I saw his body. And when I saw him, he had been dead for at least a week. I saw him cremated."
<Brian> "But," he says slowly.  Goon One starts to squeeze the trigger.  "Wait!" BCK says.  "How ... how can this be?  We ... he ... HOW?"  He looks obviously very frustrated.  "My sister -- he can't just -- WHERE IS HE?"
Huitzil speaks slowly, appearing as nonagressive and non-confrontational as he can.
<Huitzil> "His body was incinerated on a beach in California. His skin was like chalk when the man threw him onto it, and his clothes burned faster than he did. The smoke from his corpse was the only thing that blocked the view of the stars. I'm sorry. He's dead."
<Brian> Please roll 3d6 for persuasion.
<Huitzil> roll 3d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Huitzil ... : 3d6 --> [ 3d6=14 ]{14}
<Brian> BCK's fists shake.  He says something incomprehensible to you (you don't speak Japanese), and shakes his head, collapsing to his knees.
<Brian> You realize he's crying.
Huitzil has absolutely no idea what to do.
<Brian> Goon One eyes him for a moment, then takes the gun from his unresisting hands.  Keeping an eye on you, he says aloud, "Make for our landing site," to Goon Two.
<Brian> Goon Two nods, and retreats to the partition between Coach and First Class to use the intercom.
<Brian> BCK just sobs brokenly.
Dracos stands very still and out of the way, going out of his way to be non-threatening to the Nazi gunmen.
<Huitzil> "I'm sorry. I had never even seen him until he was dead. Was he your... Oh God, I'm so sorry."
<Brian> "I have to go back," BCK says in English.  "I can't --" he breaks into Japanese here, and none of you understand it.  Apparently the businesswoman next to you does, though, as her face drains of color.
<Brian> Paul:  "They're going to crash the plane," she hisses to you under her breath.  "Just like 9-11!  The military will shoot us down before they let this happen!"
<Huitzil> "Look. I don't know what you're thinking, but it doesn't have to all end like this. You can still walk away, we can all still walk away from this."
<Brian> BCK talks to Goon One quickly, in Japanese.  Goon One doesn't flinch, and shoots BCK squarely in the chest.
<Brian> roll 1d6+1d3
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 1d6+1d3 --> [ 1d6=1 1d3=3 ]{4}
<Brian> roll 1d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 1d6 --> [ 1d6=5 ]{5}
<Brian> Chest shot, massive stun.  BCK goes careening down the aisle, and lies on the floor, gasping in pain.  "Cooperate," Goon One tells the crowd, surveying everyone, "and no one else will be harmed."
Huitzil tries to avoid looking at the fan of blood and bone that used to be the stewardess.
<Huitzil> "Jesus!"
<Brian> Paul: The woman next to you hisses, "Oh, Jesus, he tried to get them to stop!  What are we going to do!?"
<Huitzil> Paul whispers back, as low and urgent as he can without being overheard. "Keep calm. If we panic, then we will definitely die here. Just keep calm."
<Dracos> ~Huitz, you hear me?~
<Brian> The plane banks VERY sharply to the left -- the Goons (and Phil) need to grab seats to steady themselves, and everyone sitting down still needs to lean sharply to avoid spilling out of their seats.
<Huitzil> "Wha--" Paul snaps his head backwards in an instinctual "Who said that?" motion.
<Brian> "We'll be landing in about ten minutes," Goon One promises placidly.  "Continue to cooperate, and everything will be fine."
<Huitzil> <Testing, testing, if you can hear these thoughts I hope to shit your name is Philip Bloom...>
<Dracos> ~I can hear you, what the fuck just happened?~
<Huitzil> <The woman sitting next to me says that they are going to crash the plane deliberately. The Japanese guy tried to tell them to stop. If you have any ideas, I'm all brain-ears.>
<Dracos> ~Shit, wait a minute, if they turn the plane again like that within the next sixty seconds, I want you to smash the goons in this part of the cabin hard in the chest, get them to drop their guns.  I'll tell Gin.  If they don't turn again, do it anyway after 60 seconds.~
<Huitzil> <I'll try. I just hope I don't blow anyone through the fuselage and kill us anyway.>
Dracos turns his head slowly glancing at Gin.
Huitzil starts singing in his mind....
<Huitzil> <it's the hooo, oooo, nky-tonk women... gimme, gimme, gimme, the honky-tonk blues...>
<Dracos> ~Be ready to Rush Gin.  Huitz is going to knock the damn guys down, grab their guns and just get ready to fucking shoot.  These guys are insane and are going to kill us all if we don't.~
<Ginrai> ~WHAT?!  I shouldn't change forms?~
<Dracos> ~Just be damn ready.~ Dracos holds on to a seat, staying upright, ready to move, and keeping the mental time count going in his head.
<Brian> In about thirteen seconds, the plane wobbles very sharply, this time to the left.
<Brian> We'll enter combat time here.
<Ginrai> ~Ok.~  Ginrai takes a deep breath.
<Brian> Phase 0, all those with held actions (everyone) may go.
<Brian> Dex order.
<Brian> 16s.  BCK takes a recovery and puts one hand over his gunshot wound.
<Brian> 15s.
<Brian> Paul: That's you.
<Huitzil> <The lady, then she covered me in roses... she blew my nose, and then she blew my mind!>
Huitzil attempts to use 25 or so STR to throw Goon 1 into Goon 2,hopefully toppling both.
<Huitzil> In TK, that is.
<Brian> Make a 3d6 roll for throwing.
<Huitzil> Since I may be passing out after this.
<Brian> Go ahead and roll.
<Huitzil> roll 3d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Huitzil ... : 3d6 --> [ 3d6=10 ]{10}
<Brian> Direct hit.  Please roll 8#1d6 Normal Damage for the collision. (x2 for surprise)
<Huitzil> roll 8#1d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Huitzil ... : 8#1d6 --> [ 1d6=1 ]{1}, [ 1d6=2 ]{2}, [ 1d6=6 ]{6}, [ 1d6=2 ]{2}, [ 1d6=3 ]{3}, [ 1d6=3 ]{3}, [ 1d6=4 ]{4}, [ 1d6=6 ]{6}
<Brian> And, roll that a second time, if you will?
<Huitzil> roll 8#1d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Huitzil ... : 8#1d6 --> [ 1d6=3 ]{3}, [ 1d6=4 ]{4}, [ 1d6=6 ]{6}, [ 1d6=6 ]{6}, [ 1d6=3 ]{3}, [ 1d6=4 ]{4}, [ 1d6=2 ]{2}, [ 1d6=6 ]{6}
<Brian> Goon One flails through the air, somersaulting across the cabin, and slamming into Goon Two.  His arm strikes the back of a seat mid-flight with a sickening *SNAP* and splash of blood before his leg strikes Goon Two's neck with enough force to crush his windpipe.
<Brian> Both go down.  Goon One may live with medical attention, but Goon Two is taking a nap from which he will never wake.
<Brian> Their guns fly across the carpet and slide towards the cabin.
<Brian> Paul: Calculate your lost END.
<Huitzil> Well, assuming I used 30 STR, that's 4.5 x 7.
<Brian> You used 25 STR, and your END multiplier is only x6.
<Brian> This is 15 END.
<Brian> You lose 14 END and take 1 Stun.
<Huitzil> 'kay
<Brian> That hurt, a bit, but you could probably do it again, if you absolutely had to.
<Brian> Phil: A full move and dive will put a gun in your hands.
<Dracos> Will said dive put me behind some kind of cover?  Even if it's just the dead bodies of the other two goons?
<Brian> No.  You'd be going across their bodies to reach the gun.
<Dracos> Where am I exactly at this moment in the cabin?
<Brian> You're about 4 meters from the coach/first class curtain (currently drawn back).  You can see to the pilot's cabin, and the door is closed.
<Brian> No further terrorists are currently visible.
Dracos makes the dive for the gun, grabbing it.
<Brian> Okay.  We can end combat here, as there are no visible threats in sight.
<Brian> The 16 and 20 points of BODY done to the two visible terrorists will keep them down for a while.
Ginrai gets up and goes for the other gun.
<Brian> The other passengers are staring with wide-eyed confusion and admiration at you.
Huitzil shuts his eyes, grits his teeth, and shakes his head really fast in an attempt to shed the sleepies.
<Brian> "It's a miracle!" the woman next to Paul yells.  "They're -- YES!"
<Brian> Paul: Out of the corner of your eyes, and out the window, you see something.
<Huitzil> What would that something be?
<Brian> Paul: Looks like an F-16.  The markings are French, and it's dark, though.
<Brian> Phil, Parthipan: You're now by the cabin door, and armed.
Dracos gets up and rushes for the pilot door, kicking at it to open it. If it doesn't open, then he moves to the damn side of the door and shoots the lock.
<Brian> Phil: You're shooting the lock.  Please roll 3d6.
<Dracos> Roll 3d6 for it's a god damn lock.
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Dracos ... : 3d6 for it's a god damn lock. --> [ 3d6=7 ]{7}
<Dracos> ...
<Huitzil> "Don't celb... oh my good lord Jesus fuck."
<Brian> The bullet does not ricochet.  Instead, it lodges halfway into the lock ... and sticks there.
<Ginrai> "Paul, what's going on?"
Dracos gets some distance and does a running body slam at the door.
<Huitzil> "There's a goddamn fighter jet outside my window, that is what."
<Brian> You bounce off the door without being able to affect it much.  You remember, now, that these doors were supposed to be reinforced on most planes after 9-11.
<Brian> The people in the plane still, and then start panicking anew.  "What do we do?" the woman next to Paul asks, looking to him for guidance.
<Dracos> "Huitz, door, NOW!  There are still more of them in THERE!"
<Huitzil> "Don't panic. We get into the cabin."
Dracos gets behind a seat and braces himself, aiming at the doorway.
Huitzil gets up, pushing his way past the girl into the aisle.
<Brian> She lets you past.
<Ginrai> "Wait... if these doors are reinforced, then how the fuck did *they* get in?!"
<Huitzil> "And damn it, STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
Huitzil walks up to the door and gives it a quick check. How sturdy?
<Brian> Pretty dang sturdy.  It looks like it's already shrugged off a bullet.
<Ginrai> "Guys, you think you can handle this?  I need to check on something."
<Dracos> "Go."
Ginrai heads back to the BCK and places the gun to his temple. "Answers, NOW!"
<Brian> He groans weakly, and looks away from you.  You notice that while his back was turned, he managed to get a big gauze pad and press it to his wound.
<Huitzil> Can I try and use my TK to pull it, or would the necessary force to rip it off also send it flying out the back of the plane?
<Brian> Paul: That level of control will require a skill roll.  There is an excellent chance that it will fly down the length of the plane with all that force.
Ginrai pulls the gun away.
<Huitzil> "Okay, everybody get out of the aisle RIGHT NOW!"
<Huitzil> "Phil, if this doesn't work, I'm not going to be able to help again, so cross your fingers."
<Ginrai> Bri: Am I and the BCK on it?
<Ginrai> If so, I'll pull him off of it and get myself out of harms way
<Brian> No one seems to understand what's going on, but all of the passengers quickly crowd away from the aisle -- Ginrai drags the (whimpering at the pain) BCK into an empty seat.
<Huitzil> <it's the hoooooooooonky-tonk women...>
<Brian> Phil, Parthipan: What are you doing right now?
Ginrai is next to the BCK, checking on the wound and seeing if he can get any answers. The gun is still in one of his hands.
<Dracos> Already said, I'm behind one of the seats near the entrance, braced and aiming at the door.  First goonlike face I see I'm shooting at.
<Dracos> If it's not wearing a pilot's cap it's dead.
Huitzil looks down the aisle to make sure nobody is in it, and if nobody is, he steps out of the door's predicted path, sits down, and attempts to use 40 TK strength to rip the door off of its hinges.
<Huitzil> Or whatever a super-door has instead of hinges.
<Brian> Okay.  Please make a skill roll for Fine Control.  As you have the No Fine Control limitation, you will need to roll 6-.
<Huitzil> ohhhhhhboy
<Huitzil> roll 3d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Huitzil ... : 3d6 --> [ 3d6=4 ]{4}
<Brian> The door neatly folds itself in half, leisurely floats over your head, and slams to the aisle behind you.
Huitzil hits the floor like a ton of bricks.
<Brian> Phil: You see two people inside, both of them looking back at the open doorway in shock -- and three bodies on the floor.  Both people are sitting in the captains and co-pilot's seats respectively.
Dracos takes a bead at the copilot and tries to shoot him, being careful not to hit the panels in front of him if possible.
<Brian> Called shot -2 OCV, unskilled, -1.  Make your attack roll.
<Dracos> hoooo.
<Dracos> Roll 3d6 please fucking hit.
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Dracos ... : 3d6 please fucking hit. --> [ 3d6=10 ]{10}
Dracos crosses his fingers that the bracing helps.
<Brian> You missed.  Luckily, you missed the panel, too.  We enter combat time here.
<Brian> Phase 0, those with held actions (pilot, co-pilot, Ginrai) may act.
<Brian> Ginrai, you have the superior dex.
<Ginrai> Bri: Is it at all possible to hit either pilot or co-pilot from my distance?  Or is it more likely that I'll hit the panel?
<Ginrai> Also, what're they dressed in?
<Brian> Your targeting probability in a shaking plane at this range is: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- no.
<Brian> They're wearing the same clothes they were when they took the guns from BCK.
<Ginrai> Ah, shit.
<Brian> Your action?
Ginrai changes into wolf-mode
<Ginrai> Strongest form
<Brian> Go ahead and make your skill roll.
<Ginrai> roll 3d6 to end this shit now!
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Ginrai ... : 3d6 to end this shit now! --> [ 3d6=8 ]{8}
<Brian> You are now a massive wolf standing in the middle of first class.
<Brian> This manages to scare the piss out of the co-pilot, who turns his attention from Phil, and reflexively fires at you.
<Brian> roll 3d6 for WOLF!
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 3d6 for WOLF! --> [ 3d6=12 ]{12}
<Brian> roll 1d6+1d3
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 1d6+1d3 --> [ 1d6=6 1d3=2 ]{8}
<Brian> You are shot!
<Brian> roll 1d6 for stun multiplier
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 1d6 for stun multiplier --> [ 1d6=3 ]{3}
<Brian> You take 8 Body and 16 Stun before defenses.
<Brian> With 5 Resistant PD, you take 3 body, and with 10 PD total, you take 6 Stun after defenses.
<Brian> The pilot does not look back, and instead hunches over in his seat.
<Brian> Phase 4, speed threes may act.  Parthipan, Phil, this is you (Dex order).
<Brian> Phil first.
Dracos changes his aim at the pilot, aims carefully, and fires at him.
<Brian> Make a roll.
<Dracos> Roll 3d6 please bloody hit him.
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Dracos ... : 3d6 please bloody hit him. --> [ 3d6=9 ]{9}
<Brian> Your bullet plows into the back of his chair.  He seems unaffected, himself.
<Brian> Parthipan: Your turn.
Ginrai charges the co-pilot and attempts to bite him
<Brian> Please roll 3d6 to attack.
<Ginrai> roll 3d6 for an early snack!
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Ginrai ... : 3d6 for an early snack! --> [ 3d6=13 ]{13}
<Brian> You grab a leg.
<Brian> Please roll 1d6+1d3 killing damage for your attack.
<Ginrai> roll 1d6+1d3 for easy amputation!
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Ginrai ... : 1d6+1d3 for easy amputation! --> [ 1d6=2 1d3=1 ]{3}
<Brian> Now roll 1 1d5 for your stun multiplier.
<Ginrai> roll 1d5
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Ginrai ... : 1d5 --> [ 1d5=4 ]{4}
<Brian> He doesn't block any of that stun, but it's less than his Con.  He is not dazed.
<Brian> He is, however, shrieking in pain, as you're nearly shattering his leg with your teeth, and he is bleeding profusely.  Into your mouth.
<Brian> The pilot screams, "Mother Mary above!  What the fuck is going on?" and the plane rolls heavily to the left as he abandons the controls, going for his own gun.
<Brian> Phase 6, speed 2s.
<Brian> The co-pilot attempts to free his leg from Parthipan's bite.
<Brian> roll 3d6-2
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 3d6-2 --> [ 3d6=10 ]{8}
<Brian> Parthipan: Please roll 3d6-5 for an opposed strength check.
<Ginrai> roll 3d6-5
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Ginrai ... : 3d6-5 --> [ 3d6=10 ]{5}
<Brian> He tries to free his leg, hitting your nose rather ineffectually with the butt of his pistol.
<Brian> The pilot tries to shoot you.
<Brian> roll 3d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 3d6 --> [ 3d6=7 ]{7}
<Brian> And hits.
<Brian> roll 1d6+1d3
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 1d6+1d3 --> [ 1d6=6 1d3=3 ]{9}
<Brian> roll 1d5
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 1d5 --> [ 1d5=5 ]{5}
<Brian> After defenses, you take 4 Body (total of 7 Body lost, now) and 35 Stun.
<Brian> You're out.
<Brian> Phase 8, Speed 3s can act.  Phil, this is you, Parthipan, you take a gratis recovery.
<Brian> This puts you (after your recovery) at -7 Stun.
Dracos takes a second to examine the uniforms of the folks on the ground and in the chairs, keeping covered.
<Brian> Phil: The actual pilot and co-pilot (and other stewardess) were killed and left on the ground.
<Brian> Phase 12, everyone acts.
<Brian> Phil: Dex order, you go first.
Dracos shoots for the co-pilot.
<Brian> Please roll 3d6
<Dracos> Roll 3d6 for a dead man in the morning!
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Dracos ... : 3d6 for a dead man in the morning! --> [ 3d6=16 ]{16}
<Brian> roll 1d6 for luck
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 1d6 for luck --> [ 1d6=3 ]{3}
<Brian> You hit the window.
<Brian> It explodes.
<Brian> The force causes a reaction of glass + pilot = 1/2 pilot laceration.
<Brian> roll 2d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 2d6 --> [ 2d6=4 ]{4}
<Brian> roll 1d5
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 1d5 --> [ 1d5=1 ]{1}
<Brian> He's a tough guy, though, and shakes it off, grunting in pain, and trying to shoot at Phil
<Brian> roll 3d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 3d6 --> [ 3d6=11 ]{11}
<Brian> His shot misses, hitting the back of the pilot's cabin (thanks to Phil's cover).
<Brian> The co-pilot whimpers, and turns forward (as his half of the wind-screen is still intact), and tries to take control of the plane again -- you can hear an alarm blaring, and some red lights are flashing, as well.
<Brian> Post segment 12, everyone takes a recovery.
<Brian> Parthipan: You are at 0 END, and will not yet regain consciousness.
<Brian> Phase 4, speed 3s may act.  Dex order: BCK.
<Brian> roll 3d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 3d6 --> [ 3d6=10 ]{10}
<Brian> roll 3#1d3
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 3#1d3 --> [ 1d3=1 ]{1}, [ 1d3=3 ]{3}, [ 1d3=3 ]{3}
<Brian> roll 3#1d5
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 3#1d5 --> [ 1d5=4 ]{4}, [ 1d5=4 ]{4}, [ 1d5=2 ]{2}
<Brian> Three largish shuriken fly through the door, manage to resist the winds, and line themselves up in a neat row deep in the pilot's chest.  He whimpers something, and collapses into a limp pile.
<Brian> Another three shuriken just stick in the walls outside the door.
<Brian> One of them pretty close to Phil's face.
<Brian> Speaking of which, it is now Phil's turn.
Dracos shoots again at the co-pilot.
<Dracos> Roll 3d6 come on, stop being mean Chibi-suu and give me a 4
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Dracos ... : 3d6 come on, stop being mean Chibi-suu and give me a 4 --> [ 3d6=12 ]{12}
<Brian> Braced, set, from cover ... 1/2 DCV since his back is turned....
<Brian> ... you hit by exact count.
<Dracos> o_o
<Brian> Roll 1d6+1d3 damage.
<Dracos> Roll 1d6+1d3 DIE IN ONE!
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Dracos ... : 1d6+1d3 DIE IN ONE! --> [ 1d6=2 1d3=3 ]{5}
<Brian> He's already wounded from Ginrai's bite, so he's actually not going to take stun, as he's now below 0 body.
<Brian> You've taken him down.
<Brian> Combat ends.  Parthipan takes a recovery, and automatically reverts to human form.
Dracos moves for the controls and immediately starts looking for ways to level the plane if it isn't level and any recognizable communication devices.
<Brian> There's a headset ... there's some sound coming from it, too.
Dracos grabs the headset and puts it on "Hello, Hello?!"
<Brian> Parthipan: You're at 1 body due to the bullets in your shoulder and your stomach.  You're not feeling too good.  A passenger quickly grabs a first aid-kit, either undaunted by the fact that you were a wolf, or just in shock.  Either way, he binds your wounds.
<Brian> Phil: Someone is saying something about a last warning in French, you think.  It sounds like they want you to say something.  You manage to level the plane ... yeah ... you've played some video games ... this'll work.
<Dracos> "Aide, Help, Terrorists, Tu as Anglais?  Je n'ai pas pilot.  A cote, we're turning around, just tell us how."
<Brian> There's a loooong moment of silence.  Afterwards, (though the wind blowing into your eyes from the open window) you see two F-16s fly ahead of you, then veer left.  In English, someone says, "Follow the fighters in for immediate landing."
<Brian> A second later, someone else says, "Hello, this is the control tower.  Pilot, are you familiar with aircraft operation?"
<Dracos> "I'll do as best I can, I really don't know how to operate this thing."  Dracos does as they say, trying to navigate after the pilots.  "No, I'm not.  I'm a bloody programmer, not a pilot."
Dracos examines the controls with an eye honed by both gaming and engineering though, trying to figure out everything as fast as possible.
<Brian> "Okay.  Listen to me carefully.  We want you to very gently pull back on the steering control, and roll it just a hair to your left.  At the same time, there's a foot pedal, and we want you to gently depress the left one about one half depression ... it should make two very soft clicks when you reach that point."
<Dracos> "Understood."  Dracos calms himself and focuses on exactly following the directions.  Once done he responds "Okay done."
<Brian> Paul: You wake up at about this point.  Someone's put a blanket over you.  It's cold.  And windy.
<Huitzil> "Muh? Did we win?"
<Brian> They continue to feed you instructions as you go along, until you see a runway below you.  You can tell it's a runway, because it's got lights in the shape of a runway.  And about a bajillion different emergency services lights all 'round the far end of the runway, as well.
Huitzil wraps the blanket around himself and stands up. "What's with all the glass?"
<Ginrai> Bri: Am I able to move or at least talk?
<Dracos> "Okay, I see a runway...now how do I land this thing?"
<Brian> They walk you through it step-by-step.  Assuming you don't suddenly scream, "OH!  GOD!  STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!" and plow into the tower, they walk you through the entire landing (though it's a bit bumpy).
Dracos lands the plane! And then proceeds to breathe out once the plane has come to a complete stop.
Huitzil has, by this point, gotten the fuck away from Phil for fear of messing him up.
Ginrai groans. "God, that hurts!"
<Brian> The plane comes to a halt, and stairs are wheeled up to the doors.  You're pretty sure that you're in France, but all the doors are opened simultaneously, and about a dozen men in full military gear storm in, followed by half that number of doctors.  One of them rushes to Ginrai, another to BCK, as the military men secure all the weapons, and begin unloading all the not-visibly injured passengers.
<Brian> Paul: You're herded outside and given a folding chair (and blanket) with about thirty or forty other passengers.  Someone comes around to pass out juice after a while.  You wish they had hot cocoa, or something.
<Huitzil> Well, juice is better than nothing. I try not to look like I know too much.
Dracos slowly stands up, gladly getting rid of the gun to the military guys, breathing in and out slowly.
<Brian> Phil: You're escorted to a separate area, where some very officially-dressed military gentlemen grill you thoroughly about what happened.
<Brian> Parthipan: You're loaded onto a stretcher and carted off to a hospital.
<Brian> BCK is hauled off in a different ambulance.
<Brian> Now.  One of the official-looking men clears his throat, and introduces himself as Thomas (no last name).  "Sir, if you would, can you tell us exactly what happened?"
<Dracos> "I'll try...pardon if I ramble a bit...this was...more than a little nutsy.  Anyhow, I was sitting in my seat watching the clouds go by when the guy next to me, a tough looking fellow and a few others around the plane suddenly got up.  I didn't pay it any mind but a few minutes later there's a loud ruckus down back by the bathroom and they're all charging down the plane with guns in their hands.  Four guys and that Japanese teenager. "
<Dracos> "They took over the plane quickly, keeping us all down with the guns for a bit, until the teenager suddenly came up to me rambling all crazylike and wanting me to search the cabins for some guy.  I didn't want to get shot, so I just did exactly what they wanted me to do.  But the guy wasn't there.  I told 'em this, hoping they wouldn't kill me...and they didn't...they just damn shot the stewerdess and started screaming at me all crazylike."
<Brian> "I see.  How did you manage to regain control of the plane from the terrorists?"
<Dracos> Dracos blinks, "Well, this'll sound strange but...during one of the turns, I don't know what happened but the terrorists in the cabins just went flying into each other.   Like one of 'em had been shot out of cannon or something.  I grab for one of the guns and turn turn for the cockpit, as there had been two more that had gone up there...  and found the bloody door ripped off it's hinges and the pilots dead on the floor.  I traded shots with them until I managed a lucky shot, that Asian kid turning on them and killing the other one.  Then I ran for the cockpit and tried to figure out how to get it back stable and get out of that alive."
<Brian> "I see," he says, nodding slowly.  "Well, Mr...?"
<Dracos> "Beckett.  Simon Beckett."  Dracos runs a hand tiredly over his head.
<Brian> He nods.  "We're going to put you and the rest of the survivors up in the British embassy, until we can sort this out.  We realize you probably have business to attend to, but we'd like you to remain nearby so we can investigate this more closely.  As you can imagine, this kind of thing doesn't usually turn out as well as it did this time.  With all of the terrorists dead ... except for the young Asian boy, collecting the clues will likely be difficult."
Dracos nods understandingly, his face tired.
<Brian> He frowns.  "Well, the wounded will be put up in the hospital, until they're well enough to be released," he corrects himself.  "If you'll come with me, we'll have you put up in a room."
Dracos nods and stands to follow.
<Brian> You're generally lead back to the rest of the crowd.  Paul finds you after a bit, and calls you -- it takes three, "Simon!"s before you realize it's YOU he's talking to.
<Brian> After a bit, you're gently herded into a car, and eventually end up in what amounts to a decent hotel room.

[Brian]

Phil, Paul:  You're now sharing a hotel-esque room in the embassy.  It's decently furnished, and remarkably un-airplane like, with a distinct lack of terrorists and Box-Cutter Kids.

Parthipan:  You're hauled to a hospital where they examine your wounds, jabber at eachother for a bit, then put you under to operate.  You wake up in the morning, in a hospital bed in a well-lit room.  Your wounds have been patched up, and you feel sore, but much better.  (You have healed 2 Body overnight, bringing your current total up to 3.)  You're currently in a hospital bed, and except for the nuse that drops off a meal for you (looks like British fare, but tastes better), you're pretty much left alone to heal.

[Dracos]

Dracos plops down in a chair, "Fuck... That was completely fucking insane."

Dracos

[Huitzil]

"I think I'm in shock. I didn't know it would feel like this.

"What... what was that? Who were those people, why were they doing it, what were they doing... Jesus, what is going on? And what happened to Dr. Swarthy?"

[Dracos]

"Dr. Swarthy?  Oh Gin?  He's at the hospital."

~Man, this is bad.  We can't move around like this.  Don't speak aloud about anything serious as this room is possibly bugged, but we're in trouble.  Hopefully seventh cabal won't notice, but that's unlikely if they're keeping watch on the area.  All it needs is one report to get back to them and they'd know exactly where a bunch of us metas are holed up.~

Dracos

[Huitzil]

<This telepathy thing creeps me out, but I suppose with fucking secret goddamn cabals and random terrorist attacks, what creeps me out doesn't matter that much. Just... don't use this unless it's an emergency or Seekrit Agent people are listening, all right? I'm not sure I'm comfortable with someone looking into my head with so much dickgirl porn in it.>

"So, does this place have cable, or do we just get shitty French broadcast TV? I think Monk's on. Or was already. Or is going to tomorrow. I hate time zones."

<So, do we know where wolf-boy is being treated? Are we allowed to see him? We need to get him out as soon as we can; he's vulnerable while he's there, we can't move on without him, and who knows whether or not turning into a fucking wolf leaves any sort of thing doctors could detect.>

[Dracos]

~Gin is probably in a better condition than us.  He can turn into a small dog after all, no?  Dogs can get almost anywhere unnoticed.  He should be able to get out of there fine.  If he can't we'll figure out something once we get ourselves out of here.~

"It's france man.  Everything here tvwise is shit.  I really hope we don't get stuck here too long."

~Now, the question is how we can get out of here without too much notice.~

Dracos

[Dracos]

Dracos checks his bags, getting out the cellphone and sending a text message to Rez, hoping it's still secure before shutting it off.

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Hey Rez, Fucking 7th cabal terrorists took over the plane hunting for Shade.  So much for stealth.  We're currently bombed up at the embassy in France.


Dracos

[Dracos]

After setting up and examining the room, Dracos heads to bed, kicking the shellshocked Huitz in bed too.

Dracos

[Brian]

You're woken up the next morning by a represenative of the British embassy, and a representative of the airline you flew.  The airline representative explains (in short) that they've refunded your tickets, and would like to offer you free fare to Gibraltar.

The embassy rep asks if you're up to dealing with reporters, and suggests that your friend (Ginrai) will be able to walk within a day or two, if all goes well, and you can then be on your way again.

[Dracos]

"I guess, I really don't feel much like being on the news though."

Dracos

[Brian]

"If not, then please just relax," the embassy representative suggests.  "We haven't much to do here, but we can make sure you won't be bothered until you leave."

"And when you do, it's entirely on us," the airline rep ads, before the two turn and leave you alone.

[Dracos]

Dracos nods frowning and looking outside.

"No where to go until Ginnyboy is able to move but somehow this is going to blow up in our faces."

Dracos

[Huitzil]

"This has already blown up in our faces. In fact, it blew up in our faces, and then it made our goddamn faces blow up, and now they're working on our torsos."