Episode 1: Heist, Heist, Baby

[spyguy1503]

3M- Warehouse
[Hobo-joe was one of them in disguise.]
Mark runs out on the warehouse floor after taking cover. He screams out a WoW reference while butchering guards.
Guard one:[1d20-3] = 19-3 = 16
Guard two:[1d20-3] = 6-3 = 3
Guard 3:[1d20-3] = 7-3 = 4
Guard 4:[1d20-3] = 16-3 = 13
Guard 5:[1d20-3] = 19-3 = 16
Guard 6:[1d20-3] = 17-3 = 14
Guard 7:[1d20-3] = 9-3 = 6
DC:22
Three guard collapse, bleeding out. The other four take superficial wounds. They drag their injured comrades behind crates. One of them yells at him. "Nobody even plays WOW anymore!" They prepare to return fire.

[TristenC]

3M: What the hell is WoW?

Marc abandons all tenuously evident sanity and rushes the crates, leaping over them to land behind the survivors as close as possible to all of them and autofires away while 'singing' * Ba-na-na-na na-na-na bum-bum! <fires> Ba-na-na-na na-na-na bum-bum! <fires> La-la-la-la Na-na-na Ha-Haaaaa! <sprays lots of autofire until the bodies stop twitching, then starts wailing on the rifle like an air-guitar>

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*1812 overture
Not doing all-out attack this time, so attk bonus +4, def bonus +3
Autofire all in line (max 20' spread now with +4 attk bonus)
Init: 1d20+8
Acrobatics: 1d20+8
Attack: GM roll please
Dmg: 5 [rifle]

3M autofire patrol behind crate init, acrobatics [1d20+8] = 13+8 = 21,[1d20+8] = 1+8 = 9

[Ruh-roh... rolled a 1... hope that acro check wasn't necessary... or the DC was really low

So with the toughness saves, is the following correct?
G 2,3 and7 failed by more than 15 so are unconscious+dying
G 1,4,5 and 6 failed by more than 5 and less than 10, so are stunned, bruised and injured?]

[spyguy1503]

3M and Max: Sketchy Warehouse.
3M jumps the crates and neatly face-plants. He rolls into a crouch and fires his weapons, peppering the already injured soldiers.
(Acro check was DC: 10. So, so close.)
[DC:16]
Soldier 1: [1d20+4] = 18+4 = 22
Soldier 4: [1d20+4] = 6+4 = 10
Soldier 5: [1d20+4] = 16+4 = 20
Soldier 6: [1d20+4] = 5+4 = 9
Two of the soldiers have the bullets bounce off of their body armor, while the other two take more superficial wounds.
The two unhit (this round) soldiers return fire.
[Toughness save DC: 18]
[1d20+3] = 12+3 = 15
[1d20+3] = 10+3 = 13
Mark takes a bullet through the left arm and a grazing hit to the foot.
Max drops through the roof, noticing a man with an assault rifle neatly fall over and then roll, firing at the soldiers hunkered down. Some are hit, others are not. By the bodies on the floor, he has had some success. The soldiers return fire, hitting him twice. The soldiers appear to be the same as the one she sent with Razor. Stiletto reports back. "This is the guy."

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Soldier 1 is bruised (1) and Injured (1)
Soldier 4 is bruised (2) and Injured (2)
Soldier 5 is bruised (1) and Injured (1)
Soldier 6 is bruised (2) and Injured (2)
3M is bruised (2) and injured (2) and stunned (1)

[TristenC]

3M: Ow! The front of my face! Oof, my arm! Hey! That was my favorite foot... assho...

Marc falls prone and pretends to pass out. A second later he raises the rifle and autofires on the group while screaming, Sneak Attack mother#@<#€^$!

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Falling prone to get that sweet sweet +4 defense vs ranged attacks.
Feint as a movement so -4: Bluff 1d20+8-4=> 1d20+4
Feint to make the attack a 'surprise attack' and Sneak attack for +2 dmg.

Init 1d20+8
Bluff/Feint: 1d20+4
attack rolls: GM plz (normal attk so at +4)
Dmg: +7 (if sneak attack works)

Edit:
Realized I never actually made the rolls for this post... here they are:
3M autofire patrol from prone init, feint [1d20+8] = 9+8 = 17,[1d20+4] = 8+4 = 12

[Rivi]

max msg to stiletto "ok let back him up he seems to be fighting the badguys"

[spyguy1503]

Max and 3M
Stilletto opens fire, as does 3M.
Stiletto hits three goons, and 3M hits three also. Two unlucky goons are hit twice.
Both of the crossfired goons drop, bleeding, as does the other one 3M shot.
The last throws down his weapon and surrenders. "World of Warcraft!" he yells, crying.

[TristenC]

Marc lowers his weapon and walks over to the crying guard. Patting him comfortingly on the shoulder, It's ok, buddy, you just picked the wrong people to work for. Oh, is that what that's from? Damn... I'll never use it again. Listen, I need you to tell me what the objective here is, Marc says, hugging is neck close and incidentally scratching his own stomach with the sight of the rifle so the barrel points at his new 'friend'.

what's yer name, kid? [once he answers] Cool. Ok, listen up buddy. I need you to tell me what the Goliath protocol thingy is, who you're working for and what the hell you guys are after here... Hey, you guys got any grenades?

While talking, 3M uses a standard action to heal his most visible injury (the one to his arm I guess).
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Is his Recovery check 1d20+3(con) vs DC 10?
3M Heal check [1d20+3] = 2+3 = 5

Aww... no healz for me

[Rivi]

max will turn of her ghost mode "i think there all working for Dread Lock" landing lightly on the floor

[TristenC]

Where the failed-dot-com did you come from? And what are you, anyway? Some kind of transformer or somethin'? Marc asks the new arrival. Do you work for dreadlocks, Timmy? he asks, returning his attention to his 'friend' What kind of a name is that anyway? Isn't that like dirty tube-hair? he shivers surreptitiously. Listen, Timmy. I gotta get going so I don't really have time for much chit-chat. So play nice, I stuff you in a box, and you crawl out later after all the screaming stops... ooooor.... he pokes the barrel of the AK into "Timmy's" ribs.

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Another recovery check for the arm injury
3M Heal check [1d20+3] = 16+3 = 19

[spyguy1503]

"My... my name's Adam..." the man mutters. He carefully unbuckles a few grenades from his belt and hands them over. "Goliath protocol is... well, you should run. Super Strength experiment." He walks over to the door. "I'll happily leave."

[TristenC]

Marc holds onto him. Notsofast Timmy. How many are left? Once he answers Marc nods, Thanks, kid. Marc quickly slugs him in the gut and ties him up. Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you.Marc packs him away in a crate and stacks a very heavy crate on it so he can't get out.

So, shiny-fox-person... thing... I gotta go toast some fritters with these pineapples. he says, slinging the grenade belt across his torso. You in? He also searches the bodies for more grenades, flash-bangs, specialty gear. He pockets several extra clips of ammo and starts drawing on the grenades with a yellow paint-pen while chatting with the fox-thing. [smileys, frownies, one sticking it's tounge out and winking, and the words 'Don't Panic' on the last]

[Ooc: I realize all this may take a couple rounds. Please adjust as necessary if there is an interruption.]
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Another Recovery check
3M Heal check [1d20+3] = 12+3 = 15

[Rivi]

max smiles "names lady red fox and ya kicking in some bad guy teeth sounds fun"

[spyguy1503]

Timmy/Adam gets locked away in the box. He gathers up 3 flashbangs, 5 HE grenades, two bayonets, half a dozen combat knives. 3M paints his 'nades to look really cool. An ominous clanking rings out. His wounds all heal.

[TristenC]

[Rivi: Just to be clear, only the bold is being spoken, the rest is in his head... he talks to himself a lot...]

Marc attaches a bayonet to his assault rifle and draws an arrow on it aimed at the point. Below the arrow he writes "Insert Tip into Enemy". Finally he opens the slide on the Sniper Rifle and draws a smiley face on the nose of the bullet.

WB: Lady Red-Fox, eh...
YB: Hehee, a Foxy-lady!
3M: Can it you two.
WB: I guess there's someone inside that suit...
YB: Yay! I love meeting new people!
3M: I said shut it, we gotta be quiet.

The ominous clanking rings out.

3M: I guess that's the dinner bell. Let's go carve the roast!

Marc conceals himself and moves to a position where he can see the source of the clanking noise, readying his Sniper Rifle.

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Init: 1d20+8
Stealth: 1d20+8

3M stealthily creeping up on the 'clanking' init, stealth [1d20+8] = 8+8 = 16, [1d20+8] = 9+8 = 17

[Rivi]

inside the red fox maxes eyebrows quirks up at this individual "behavior" and she sends a message to razor "this guy match anyone in the data base?"

then out loud "ya sounds like this Goliath protocol is something that needs stopping"