Perception: is 46% /
1d100: [65] = 65
JIC:
1d20: [10] = 10
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1d100: [43] = 43
Sense Supernatural Evil: 60% /
1d100: [21] = 21
Conditions: M.D.C.: Helm 100/100 | Arms 75/75 | Legs 90/90 | Torso 140/140, S.D.C.: 50/50, H.P.: 40/40, See the Invisible, +7 Magic, +5 Lethal Poison/Non-Lethal Poison, +4 Horror Factor, +2 Possession, +1 Psionics, Coma/Death 20%
The last two weeks have been a whirlwind of activity. Jerrick had familiarized himself with his new home and headquarters. His last “mission” using that term loosely, showed him that he needed to make adjustments for his new life as a Mercenary.
First he needed more fire power. Having 100,000 credits, was something he never experienced. He knew he had to invest in his career. After a failed attempt to get Eight to order him a Naruni SMG, he perused local Gun Stores and picked up a new Wellington Industries SMG with Ramjet Ammo. He also got another Fire Agate. this one was a Fire Agate of Tongues for his mage armor at a local Tech Wizard’s shop. That would prepare him for any situation involving the need of language he didn’t know. But his prized purchase was his Amulet of See Invisible. That would help keep the team safe. He also realized that he may need wheels for jobs and for personal transport so his last purchase was a hovercycle.
When he wasn’t shopping he was training. Every day he runs 5 miles he would do an hour long regimen of weight training. After a hearty lunch, he practices his Martial Arts Forms, followed by 100 practice rounds at the range. His goal was to be as good a Mercenary as he could be. He wanted the others to see he was taking this job seriously.
He also took care of all the necessary business needed for his new transition. He gave his notice at the Sphinx and Unicorn. He played one farewell session, and hung out with Little T and told him stories about his first Merc job. He had dinner with Weird Sisters and told them a milder PG rated, version. He would do his best to hang out with Little T and visit his surrogate MercTown moms, but he wasn’t exactly sure how often or to what degree he would have downtime. He also wrote a song about his first adventure, called ‘Freefall’, which killed in his farewell session at the Sphinx and Unicorn.
Other nights he spent the evening with the team. He is still trying to figure them out. They are very enigmatic and always serious, but it was understandable. They recently lost a team member. Not permanently from what Jerrick could tell. They just didn’t know where she was. And there were a couple of members on hiatus he hoped to meet eventually. They didn’t talk about them much, at least not with Jerrick. What little Jerrick did know was deductions made from conversations made in his presence. Jerrick learned quickly that working for a group like the Naruni obviously was problematic and kept them focused, serious and vigilant. Despite the obvious social barriers that existed, Jerrick really liked the team, even Phinneas, who although odd and obviously crazy carried it with a bit of a weird charm. His completely off the wall comments at inappropriate times were sometimes hilarious and brought great and needed levity in a serious time.
The highlight of the hiatus was when Susan used some of our take from the last job on a new team transport. That was a fun day as everyone got to check out our new travel digs. It was fun to see the team excited about something and not so down. Even Amber in all her seriousness, smiled as she went over every cool feature.
It was a whirlwind of new experiences for Jerrick, and he almost forgot that they were mercenaries, he began to see them as cool friends and roommates living it up in MercTown. That came to a screeching halt when he awoke to Eight’s announcement.
Underguard wrote: ↑Tue Aug 02, 2022 7:53 pm
"The creator has requested your presence at your earliest convenience; he has information about the whereabouts of his former employee." Eight explains and will wait by the door.
This was it. Jerrick was about to meet the employers who had the cool and collected Amber and Susan on edge. He made his way quickly with the others to the conference room. He was ready, he had to be.
Everyone here needs me to step up and pull my weight. I will do just that. “Good Morning, Amber, Susan, Phinneas, and even you, you bucket of bolts.” The last greeting was made with side eye at Eight. He sat at the conference table ready to face whatever he was about to face.