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The long black car hits the brakes, causing the front end to dip down, which only makes the collision worse for its occupants as the front bumper of a ground car is already lower than the rear bumper of your trailer, not to mention the car's is made of flexifiber and your is made of metal. You hear a loud KER-RANG! and the scraping, twisting sound of metal crushing metal as your rear bumper pushes into the grille, hood, and engine of the ground car, causing it to fold in upon itself like an accordion. Glancing in your rearview mirrors, you judge by the spiderweb fracture patterns and bloodstains on the car's windshield that its occupants were not strapped into their safety harnesses. They could possibly be only badly mangled rather than dead, but you doubt they're in any condition to follow you even if their vehicle hadn't been rendered inoperable.Nils places the truck in reverse.
I get out of the truck and shoot any surviving occupants.
Volodimir nods and follows Eloise, using his revolver.
"Good thinking! Let's finish them", he calls to the others.
Then we can leave a certain body with them, he wants to add, but abstains from shouting it out.
Nils waits, eyes glued to the road for trouble, for Eloise and Volodimir to return safely.
Eloise and Volodimir murder two wounded, helpless men. The third occupant of the vehicle was already dead. As they shoot, they notice a blinking red light mounted on the dash of the crumpled car.Trip keeps his eyes on the sky watching for sky cars, helicopters whatever.
I think so by the old service road if I recall correctly.[Have you all decided you are heading to the spaceport?]
I think so by the old service road if I recall correctly.
[Streetwise helps you interact with local subcultures, so you'd need to speak with someone and make inquiries. On the other hand, Lowtown is such a dismal, filth-ridden shithole, nearly anyplace is good for dumping a corpse, especially if you're discreet: the people here are too busy surviving into tomorrow to ask any questions and certainly aren't inclined to contact law enforcement even if law enforcement were interestes in the miserable lives of Lowtowners.]"Let's first find a suitable ditch site".
Do we get a bonus from Streetwise skills?
[The screech was definitely bestial, almost like a high-pitched squawking parrot.][Is the screech human-like?]
"Fuck! Well I'm not taking the scenic route!"
He has a look at the tree trunk to see to estimate if it is reasonable that they could move it themselves. If not he'll head into the trailer to see what the truck might still hold, hoping against hope for a rope or something to attach the tree to the truck.
The diameter of the bole looks to be about 30 feet and the portion you can see blocking the road is at least 20 feet across. The rest of its length extends into the jungle on either side of the roadway. Its total weight must be two thousand tons."You think this thing has enough horsepower to push the tree out of the way if we put it in reverse?" Trip asks the others.
[You all brought firearms and left most of your other gear at your respective hotels before you met up at the Tropicana Palace Grand Hotel. The halberd is back at your accommodations to my knowledge.]OOC just checking do we have all our gear or was any of it left behind? I'm trying to determine if somehow I still have a halberd and rifle with scope.