[Game Thread] Act 1: TO THE STARS!

[Drifter One]

Mustang-5 Brute was not the Much like Steven Seagalgreatest expressionist, but his dancing, arcing eyebrows could tell a whole story on their own. Upon the return of Princess Kala and The Pariah, renown space-elf assassin, his eyebrows asked so many questions, his right one in particular which arched at an impossibly acute angle. "There you are, your Highness." he said flatly, his bulging biceps stealing the show as he folded them across his huge chest. "He was showing you his device, huh? Judging by the roseyness of your cheeks, you and Elf Boy here have also found the Mustang-5's gym? I trust the workout was not too strenuous as we have very important business to attend." he said to the flustered woman and smug looking space-elf. Brute would have chuckled to himself, but he was taking this acting role seriously as he was hoping it would springboard his career into the mainstream. Stifling the laughter at his own quips, he turned away to face the monitor, hiding his smile more than doing anything productive. His smile was quickly subdued though, as the Pariahs' line brought him straight back into the scene. The Pariah could never give a compliment unless it was followed by a dig...at someone. "Brute Force is the best team in the galaxy, second to none!" He said, his stoic jaw clenching as he addressed the Pariah. "And that lad there, Bob Frank is his name, is the goddam best techie and engineer in the whole goddam galaxy! Without him, there is no Brute Force, so don't you be lettin' your fancy-pants, waltzing Dandy self be forgettin' it, right?" Brute, in an unusual and very brief, loss of composure, clenched his fists so tight, the In reality, black polyester sprayed with cheap varnishleather of his gloves nearly split over his knuckles. "So whilst the two of you were busy working on your hip thrusts and leg squats, we were here repairing the damn ship!" Brute went to take a long calming draw on his cigar but cursed when he realised he had stubbed it out a while back. "Blippy. get me another god damn Cuban!" he rasped. "Bob, punch Saturn in the Satnav! And stock up on candy boys and girls, 'cos we've got a helluva lot of sweet talkin' to do!"

 

Character Name: Brute Maddox

Playbook: The Gunfighter

Highlighted Stats: Agility and Muscles

-Stats-
Muscles: +1
Agility: +2
Magnetism: 0
Drama: +1
Swagger: -1

Playbook Moves: Gun Ballet - All ranged weapons you use, no matter the type, count as having the -area special ability.Gun Ballet, This Is My Gun - Any time a ranged weapon is in your hand, combat or not, you receive a +1 to all Stunt moves.This is my Gun

Script Move: Integrity Breach: When in space, in a ship or otherwise, you have a new option added to the list of choices you have when you make a Violence move:
- You cause a breach through which the void rushes in.Integrity Breach

Gear: BFG (3-harm, -deadly, -loud, -autofire, -area, -messy). A big ol' gun of whatever design you like. Mega laser? Sure! Rocket launcher? Yup! A miniature ship cannon mounted to your shoulder? Go for it!BFG

Current Harm: 0 /5

Star Power:

[Mitsubachi]

Kala Kala reddens as Brute immediately begins to question what exactly she and the Pariah had been up to, and then is embarrassed as her redness gives her away! The Pariah himself remains smooth and unflustered - almost as if nothing had happened. He even makes an attempt to inspire confidence. Bob the technician leads the princess away as the leader of B-SQUAD and the man-formerly-known-as-Acharion resume their battle of words. They really do not like each other! In the cramped transmission room, Bob hands her the silver device. But he also has a lecture for her. Kala listens and begins to worry. Surely Acharion meant what he said to me? Surely our love together is for real? She begins to doubt herself. Did I really convince him to let me go with my charms, or is it the other way around? Has he seduced me to agree to his original plan after all? "I... don't know," she admits. "But I thank you for your bravery and protection. Let us stick with the plan for now." She takes up the transmitter to her lips, then pauses. "Can you please make sure this signal location is disguised, and encrypted until it gets to Saturn? We don't want Mong's forces intercepting." After the brilliant Earthling does his technical tricks, Kala begins her transmission. "This message is for King Sucklor of Saturn. Yes, that's right it's me, Kala. Your men failed to capture me. But now we need to talk. Seriously. For both our sakes, and all our peoples. So, I am coming to Titan. I will land at the arena. If you want me, come and get me!"

Kala
Muscles: -1 / Agility: +2 / Magnetism: +2 / Drama: -1 / Swagger: 0
Current Harm: 1 / 5
Star Power: * *
Experience:
Link to character sheet

[YodaGandalf]

Bob Bob returned from his interaction with Kala with brow furrowed, conflicted between his gut instinct about the Pariah's intentions and Kala's trust in him. He returned to the group in time to hear Brute's shockingly tender and encouraging words about Bob, and his face flushed as he tried to hold back tears. Brute went back into his manly facade, forcing Bob to try to pull himself together by bringing his shoulders back and quickly drying his eyes with his sleeve. He didn't want to ruin this moment by getting too visibly emotional. Brute gave his commands and Bob saluted him, holding it for a second as he said "Sir yes sir! ...And thank you." Before he got emotional again, he rushed over to the newly fried and dried panel. He quickly pressed several buttons, twisted a couple dials, and pulled a few levers. It ended up looking a little bit like an intense game of Bop It, but he did it in the background of the shot so it wasn't too noticeable. "Course set for Saturn, sir, and candy in hand!"

Aggressive ad The following is spoken in a loud-talking man's voice while fast zoom-ins of the candy and quick shots of the most epic action sequences play in the background in a dizzying whirl of sound and color and explosions: "Do you like candy?! Do you like intense action?! Do you want to sweet talk your way out of a situation, or crush the skulls of your enemies with your teeth?! Try out our one-of-a-kind, limited edition Brute Force Candy! We have Brute's BFG Sweet Drops with real trigger pulling action, we have spicy Kala Hot Heels to burn your tongue, and we have Sourpuss Bob welding torch-shaped sour candies! Don't be a loser and miss out; get yours today! "

 

Actor Name: Francis Redenbaucker

Character Name: Bob Joe Frank

Playbook: The Thespian

Highlighted Stats: Drama and Magnetism

-Stats-
Muscles: 0
Agility: -1
Magnetism: +2
Drama: +3
Swagger: -1

Playbook Move: When you deliver a solo speech about what’s going on in the current movie, trying to piece together the events unfolding around you,
roll +Drama:
- On a 10+, you gain insight into the emotional or physical nature of the conflict underpinning the plot. Name one thing that will happen related to the plot, no matter how big or small. The Director will make it come true, at no cost to you (though it may involve cost to others).
- On a 7-9, same as above but the events come true at great cost to yourself.
- On a miss, your ramblings are the product of self-delusion about your abilities and/or powers of insight. Take -1 forward and the Director can make a move against you.Soliloquy

Script Move: Once during your movie, introduce an invention that breaks the laws of nature. Describe its purpose. Roll +Drama.
On a 10+: pick three.
On a 7-9:, pick two.
On a miss: pick one, and you may make this move again later in the movie.
- Your invention mostly works.
- Your invention doesn’t mutilate or transform people nearby.
- Your invention doesn’t open a rift in reality.
- Your invention doesn’t require all nearby power.
(So basically, whichever of the above items that you DON'T pick will affect your invention.)Short Circuit

Gear:Environment/space suit (2-armor), tools, welding kit (2-harm, -hand).

Current Harm: 0 /5

Star Power: 2

Experience:

[Acathala]

"Suitably chastened, I offer my apologies." The Pariah offers a genuine apology as he’ll probably need their aid. Plus Kala probably wants him to get along with them. He makes a mental note to tone down. "We need to get along, Bruce. Mong will exploit any weakness between us, and that will be fatal. No one on this ship hates Mong as much as I do, with the possible exception of Kala. If you believe only one thing about me, believe I’m with you all the way on killing Mong, and destroying that phallic monstrosity of a space station."
He offers the commander his hand to shake. "Pax?"

[Iron Signet]

Get it done Max came up beside her father Brute and placed an arm over his shoulder, while glaring down a bit at the Pariah and his proferred hand. "We may be on the same side for now Pariah, but Bob is right, you're only here for yourself. We're watching you. Right d- Brute?"

OOC My bad guys, thought I cleaned that up.

[Acathala]

"Watch away, my darling, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the view. However, I’m a one woman guy, whom only has eyes for Kala. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll retire to my ship. Let me know when we reach Saturn." The Pariah judges to avoid further antagonism, it’s best to withdraw until he’s actually needed. He looks to Kala. "Call me if you need me, Kala. For anything."
The Pariah withdraws to the bowels of his ship, to his armoury. There he withdraws the graviton rifle, another purchase from Alpha Centurii. Some systems have banned it, because frankly it’s a horrific weapon. However he likes his enemies deader than dead, and the graviton rifle was very efficient in making that happen. It was also a weapon of terror. People whom saw what it did, tended to not want to fight you anymore.

[Drifter One]

Mustang-5 Once again, one of Brutes bushy eyebrows peeked over the rim of his dark glasses at Max's comment. She would be the spearhead of Brute Force one day, but she needed to remain calm and keep some things to herself, especially with an untrustworthy space goblin in their midsts. In truth, Brute would have done the same when he was her age, but what he struggled with was the realisation that soon he would have to let go of the reigns and hand them to Max. She was more than capable of course, he even knew she had better skills and morals than he did. Yet, he just couldn't bring himself to accept it. He built Brute Force! Instead of just agreeing with his daughter, as perhaps he should have, he felt the need to chastise her, for one thing he could not be seen doing was favouring her above the others. Nepotism could be a deadly virus in such a close knit team. Instead, Brute just grumbled at Max. "Sometimes you need to..." he tried to give the fatherly advice, but he was just no good at it, which is probably why their relationship was so strained. Max tried, but Brutes stubborness often pushed her away. "Just keep you opinions to yourself!" he frustratingly barked when he could not find the real words he wanted to say...

 

Character Name: Brute Maddox

Playbook: The Gunfighter

Highlighted Stats: Agility and Muscles

-Stats-
Muscles: +1
Agility: +2
Magnetism: 0
Drama: +1
Swagger: -1

Playbook Moves: Gun Ballet - All ranged weapons you use, no matter the type, count as having the -area special ability.Gun Ballet, This Is My Gun - Any time a ranged weapon is in your hand, combat or not, you receive a +1 to all Stunt moves.This is my Gun

Script Move: Integrity Breach: When in space, in a ship or otherwise, you have a new option added to the list of choices you have when you make a Violence move:
- You cause a breach through which the void rushes in.Integrity Breach

Gear: BFG (3-harm, -deadly, -loud, -autofire, -area, -messy). A big ol' gun of whatever design you like. Mega laser? Sure! Rocket launcher? Yup! A miniature ship cannon mounted to your shoulder? Go for it!BFG

Current Harm: 0 /5

Star Power:

[Pseudonymous]

Trouble on Titan! "Blippy?" Brute's horrible attempt at fatherly advice was interrupted by the timely appearance of Blippy. The annoying robot raised a silver platter with a domed lid. Well, that's an odd way to serve a Cuban cigar--- Blippy removed the shiny metal lid. It was decidedly not the Cuban cigar that Brute ordered, but rather a Cuban sandwich. This is clearly the worst thing that could happen today. ---------------------- Bob, pondering both the Pariah's motivations and Brute's praise, handed the transmitter device to Kala, and the space princess made her declaration to the King of Saturn himself. He continued to ponder as he entered the coordinates for Saturn, the action so familiar that his hands moved almost on auto-pilot. What was the Pariah's real motive? Were they headed for danger? Were they getting in over their heads? So engrossed in his thoughts was Bob that he failed to notice the The damaged plywood had been hastily replaced with a rectangle cut from a foil baking pan, "realistically" bent as though punched by a mighty fist. The sparks were added in post-production.dented and slightly sparking panel on the console behind Brute. It was quite clearly broken, but no one had yet noticed. Fortunately, this panel was not connected to life support. Unfortunately, it was connected to the comms. Particularly, the part that sent outgoing messages. Kala's appeal to King Sucklor never left the Mustang-5. This is clearly the worst thing that could happen today. ---------------------- With the pull of a lever, Bob engaged the Mustang-5's Zap-Drive (it's like warp drive but TOTALLY ORIGINAL), and the stars visible through the front window stretch into streaks of light as the ship makes the TOTALLY ORIGINAL, NOT RIPPED OFF FROM ANY OTHER FRANCHISE leap to lightspeed! Onboard, the team (except Blippy, who doesn't really have any degree of articulation aside from waving his arms around) semi-convincingly brace themselves by the completely real change in ship speed that is not just the camera shaking back and forth. Bob throws the lever again, and the stars outside the viewport return to pinpricks of light as the ship drops out of lightspeed. Before them loomed their destination: Saturn and its moon, Titan! Just then, a strange and inhuman voice blared through the ship's intercom as the Mustang-5 received a message! "kSHhh--IDENTIFY YOURSE--ksssHHhhhh-- SECONDS TO COMPLY!" "Blippy." Blippy smacked the speaker with a claw-shaped hand, and the static began to clear. "KKkSSsshhhhh-I REPEAT: IDENTIFY YOURSELF, UNKNOWN SPACE VESSEL! YOU ARE TRESPASSING IN ROYAL SQUIDDITE AIRSPACE! YOU HAVE 15 SECONDS TO COMPLY, OR YOU WILL FACE THE DEADLY CONSEQUENCES!" PJ, who has clearly been here this whole time even though he only seems to exist when narratively necessary, snatched the transmitter from Kala. "Hey, hey, woah, no need for violence!" he yelped into the device. "We come in peace! This is Space Vessel Mustang-5 from Earth, requesting permission to land on--" "UNKNOWN SPACE VESSEL, IDENTIFY YOURSELF! YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO COMPLY!" "We just did!" PJ cried, "We repeat: This is the Mustang-5, ship registration number eight-zero-zero-eight-five, requesting--" "FIVE SECONDS TO COMPLY. DEADLY FORCE HAS BEEN AUTHORIZED TO DEAL WITH PATHETIC TRESPASSERS!" PJ looked helplessly back at his captain. "Boss, what do we--" "FOUR SECONDS!" Just then, the broken panel behind Brute sparked violently, drawing the attention of the crew. Too late, Bob and PJ recognized it as the comms transmitter array. "THREE!" None of their messages were being transmitted out of the ship! No one could hear them! "TWO!" "SHIELDS UP! BRACE YOURSELVES, BROS AND BROSEPHINES!" PJ yelled, frantically flipping whatever switches supposedly turned on the shields. "ONE! PREPARE TO BE ANNIHILATED!" Ok, this was clearly the worst thing that could happen today. A bead of light appeared on Titan's surface, exploding upwards and outwards into a massive laser beam as it shoots from the moon's surface straight towards the Mustang-5! A In space, no one can hear you scream, but explosions still work just fine despite the whole "vacuum of space" thing.deafening roar filled the air as the Mustang-5 was hit, Shaky camera work combined with actors flailing about dramatically, of coursethrowing its occupants this way and that with the force of the impact. "BLIPPY!!! BLIPPY BLIPPY!!!" the obnoxious robot cried in alarm. "Blippy's right, we're hit! Controls are shot! We're goin' down, boss!" PJ interpreted helpfully. The Mustang-5, the Brute Force's pride and joy, careened wildly towards the surface of Titan as the ship was caught in the moon's gravitational pull! The ship hurtles towards the moon's surface, punching through the atmosphere in Apparently the film had enough budget to get a smoke machine and set a model ship on fire.a blaze of smoke and fire. Alarms blare as the emergency lights flash! The ground looms ever closer... closer... Closer!! Until--- CRASH!!!! And there is only darkness. ---------------------- Kala comes back to consciousness slowly. She is laying on the floor of the ship, which is now tilted at a 45-degree angle, and she appears to be halfway underneath one of the fallen Office chairs painted silver super futuristic chairs from the ship's bridge. It is a simple matter to free herself, even in her inappropriate high heels, and she pulls herself to her feet. Around her, alarms continue to blare and emergency lights flash. Sparks fly from multiple places on the controls, and something to her left is smoking ominously. It is not Brute. Speaking of Brute, he and the rest of Kala's new companions all appear present, sprawled over furniture or on the ground in varying states of consciousness. They all appear alive, even (unfortunately) Blippy. Well, at least they're all here together... wherever "here" may be. Getting her bearings, Kala peers through the front viewport window. The Mustang-5 appears to be half-buried in the dirt after its crash landing, though Kala can see a few inches of sky peeking out above. Ah. They must have landed on Titan's surface. Well, Kala supposes this is at least a partial success, since this is where she wanted to meet King Sucklor anyway. Now, if only they could get to safety before-- "AHA, THE VESSEL IS STILL IN ONE PIECE!" A voice from outside! "GOOD," came a second voice, "BETTER CHANCES FOR SCAVENGING! BREAK OPEN THE DOOR-- LET'S SEE WHAT'S LEFT OF THE PATHETIC TRESPASSERS." Oh no, Squiddites! THIS is the worst thing that could happen today.

OOC OK gang, we're in a new scene! Everyone takes 1 harm from the crash. What's everyone doing? YodaGandalf, I'm holding on to your consequence for now since I don't really see how "thinking about the situation" could directly turn to harm to you. So I'm saving it till I see fit.

[Mitsubachi]

Kala Kala emerges from the twisted metal piece of wreckage and stands gingerly. Despite the violent crash, her hair is still immaculate. A lots of rouge blusher, and it will magically disappear in the next scene cutdeep red bruise across her cheekbone signifies she has been hurt. She sees that the rest of Brute Force are alive, if in various odd poses. They are also gradually stirring. Then she looks outside and recognises the bleak landscape of Titan. They have crashed. "You call that a landing?" she raises one eyebrow and gives a severe look to PJ. "Well, at least we are here," she exhales. "But that message never got to King Sucklor!" Now she gives Bob a glare. The Pariah appears from his own ship, completely unruffled as usual, and with a new silver gleaming mask. They are all about to discuss what to do next when voices can be heard from outside. Squiddites! Kala puts a finger to her lips, signalling the others to remain stealthy and hidden. She whispers in a low voice. "Let me try talking to them. If it goes wrong, you know what to do." The princess then staggers to the airlock door and pushes the button. This, at least, is still working. She then steps out and confronts the two Squiddites. "I am Princess Kala of Venus! Yes, the one you have been looking for. I am meant to meet King Sucklor here. I have important news that he will want to hear. So, I throw myself upon your mercy." she spreads her arms wide to signal surrender. "Please, take me to your leader..."

OOC Partial success to get what I want - with a complication. So perhaps not the King, but whoever their "leader" is? GM's move!

Kala
Muscles: -1 / Agility: +2 / Magnetism: +2 / Drama: -1 / Swagger: 0
Current Harm: 2 / 5
Star Power: * *
Experience:
Link to character sheet

[Acathala]

As soon as he feels the brute force begin to crash, the Pariah, on his own ship, barks out an order. "Computer, engage antigravity protocol!" He floats, using his agility to avoid getting harmed, avoiding several objects and situations. When he judges they’ve landed, he restores gravity. Clutching his golden gun, he exits his ship to the main hangar. Seeing his love injured makes him frown. Happily the Pariah knows Kala is strong, and so doesn’t moon over her like a lovesick teenager. Instead he supports her by training his gun on the door. If the Saturnites were hostile, they would soon become a bloody mess of calamari.

OoC I rolled a full success.

[Drifter One]

CRASH! There was a lot of grumbling from Brute, mostly because he didn't manage to get Galaxy Logistics to provide Brute Force with a half useful robot for this mission. And also because he didn't get the cigar which he felt naked without. He did, however, get a rather tasty Cuban sandwich which was consumed in a couple of bites. Nevertheless, somehow, by the next scene, Brute was sat in his captains chair preparing for the team to engage the Zap Drive happily puffing away on a Obviously not the "authentic" Cuban Cigar which is traditionally rolled on the thigh of a virgin. You know...budgets and stuff...fat cuban. As the frame set upon the square jaw of our stoic hero, he leaned forward in his office chair command station and uttered the most famous phrase in sci-fi... "ENGAGE!" As the set shook and rattled and the stars zipped by like long streaks of piss, the Mustang-5 entered hyperspace as the team skipped through the void to their destination. Saturn. Almost as soon as the clap from the I know, space right? Vacuums etc etc. Rule of cool for this film baby!sonic boom erupted as they exited hyperspace, Blippy got all excited as the panels lit up. An incoming transmission! Brute snapped his fingers and point purposefully at the comms panel which he had inconveniently and unknowingly destroyed. The crew knew the protocol, but it was a lame attempt at being dramatic. "kSHhh--IDENTIFY YOURSE--ksssHHhhhh-- SECONDS TO COMPLY!" Came the message. Brute grinned to himself. "They sure don't hang around. PJ?" he said, expecting the immediate response which PJ duly obliged. "KKkSSsshhhhh-I REPEAT: IDENTIFY YOURSELF, UNKNOWN SPACE VESSEL! YOU ARE TRESPASSING IN ROYAL SQUIDDITE AIRSPACE! YOU HAVE 15 SECONDS TO COMPLY, OR YOU WILL FACE THE DEADLY CONSEQUENCES!" Brutes dancing eyebrow began to once again, peer over the rim of his glasses. "PJ?" Brute queried. "UNKNOWN SPACE VESSEL, IDENTIFY YOURSELF! YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO COMPLY!" Brute looked at PJ, PJ stared back at Brute, then Brute looked at Bob who looked right back. Brute then turned to Max. "Godammit!" he cursed before glancing at the fizzling comms unit. "GODAMMIT!" he bellowed again. The Saturnites were clearly not receiving their signal and a countdown had begun. Brute and the crew grabbed the nearest item which was fixed on to the deck, which on this budget, there were not a lot of options, and held on tight, shaking and moving in their seats to simulate...something! "FIVE SECONDS TO COMPLY. DEADLY FORCE HAS BEEN AUTHORIZED TO DEAL WITH PATHETIC TRESPASSERS!" "Godammit" Special Edition Pullstring Speaking Brute Action Figure available for Pre-Order now! Only $24.99! Available from all good stockists.Godammit! Brute said again. "Brace yourselves, we're gonna get hi..." BOOM! The camera swung to an exterior shot of the model Starship being struck by a missile on a wire, then an explosion of fireworks to simulate the impact. The model Starship, set on fire, wobbled towards an image of the moons' surface. A further spectacular low budget light show suggested the Mustang-5 crash landed on the surface. Then there was quiet. And a hell of a lot of smoke. But the silence. Did they make it? Were Brute Force still alive? Not a sound. Until... "Godammit!" Brute hissed from the haze. The sound of scraping metal, heavy breathing and grunts of exertion, a shadowy hulk of a figure emerge from the smokescreen. It was Brute, cigar still in his mouth. "Brute Force! Check in! Is everyone ok? Bob? PJ? Blippy?" He asked before clearing his throat to feign his forgetfulness. "Oh, and Max?" Brute began to scrabble around the tilted set, removing and tossing Polystyrene rocks and plasticard sheetsrubble and panels aside, searching for his crew. In the dust, he thrust his hand deep into a pile of debris and gripped a hand, the camera zoomed in to the two arms, bices bulging as Brute pulled with all his might. Then, from the rubble, rose his daughter, Max! Brute looked at her intently for a moment before gently placing one his oversized paws on her shoulder. "Are you ok?" he genuinely asked. Looking around, he could see the Princess was stirring, but where were the others! Alas, there was no time to dwell as clanging was revealing unwanted visitors trying to enter the bay doors. "Wake up team! We have unwanted guests!" Brute howled as he strode over to a conveniently smashed open gun locker. Reaching in he pulled out a ridiculously oversized weapon. "Somebody shot down the Mustang-5! Brute began. Janine here ain't happy about that. I ain't happy about that! So you know what time it is? It's clobberin' time!" With that, Brute turned to the hatch where the voices came from and unleashed a barrage of fire from Janine, blowing the hell out of the hatch and all beyond it!

Rolled a 10 on Violence with Janine, my BFG! I'll use -area to blast as many of the enemies as possible

 

Character Name: Brute Maddox

Playbook: The Gunfighter

Highlighted Stats: Agility and Muscles

-Stats-
Muscles: +1
Agility: +2
Magnetism: 0
Drama: +1
Swagger: -1

Playbook Moves: Gun Ballet - All ranged weapons you use, no matter the type, count as having the -area special ability.Gun Ballet, This Is My Gun - Any time a ranged weapon is in your hand, combat or not, you receive a +1 to all Stunt moves.This is my Gun

Script Move: Integrity Breach: When in space, in a ship or otherwise, you have a new option added to the list of choices you have when you make a Violence move:
- You cause a breach through which the void rushes in.Integrity Breach

Gear: BFG (3-harm, -deadly, -loud, -autofire, -area, -messy). A big ol' gun of whatever design you like. Mega laser? Sure! Rocket launcher? Yup! A miniature ship cannon mounted to your shoulder? Go for it!BFG

Current Harm: 1 /5

Star Power:

[YodaGandalf]

Bob After triumphantly fulfilling his role and throwing the ship into and out of the very cool, not-ripped-off Zap-Drive with a slew of Essentially, we see an interpretive dance of over-acting with college degree in theatre written all over itclearly very convincing "ship moving very fast" bodily reactions, Bob very quickly cycled through practiced representations of the following extreme emotional states in turn: trepidation at the transmission from Saturn, puzzlement at why they didn't seem to be getting through, epiphany when he realized the issue, and finally horror as the reality of the situation sank in. Bob grabbed on to the control panel as best he could for the crash sequence, now performing a His ship crashing sequence was oddly similar to the grand pas de deux from Swan Lake (his favorite ballet), only on fast-forward and tethered to the control panelvery convincing "ship crashing" sequence before the gripping cinematography of the crash itself shook and had dust thrown up to obscure the view, and then cut suddenly to a post-crash scene. After Brute found Max, the camera cut to a pile of painted cardboard pieces convincing space ship crash rubble. A small pile of especially poorly painted cardboard pieces super duper convincing space ship rubble went flying as Bob's arms punched a hole in the pile and his head and shoulders appeared. He was covered in dust, and a single line of red paint blood drew a line from his hairline down the left side of his face. "And I thought computer crashes were bad." He mugged a sitcom look at the camera. It was bad. Really really bad. It slowed everything down, and the cut back to Brute's intense moments meant it was both not funny and generally anticlimactic. It made the whole scene feel phony and look like a tribute to terrible acting. It was an improvised line, and you could tell because all the other actors broke character for a microsecond as they tried not to gag at how horrible it was. It was like a 911 joke at a funeral. Wrong place, wrong time, and just WHY?! But, the show must go on...

OOC On a 2, the one-liner simply could not have been worse. I take a -1 forward, AND @Pseudonymous you now have two consequences chambered and ready for me. I fear for Bob

 

Actor Name: Francis Redenbaucker

Character Name: Bob Joe Frank

Playbook: The Thespian

Highlighted Stats: Drama and Magnetism

-Stats-
Muscles: 0
Agility: -1
Magnetism: +2
Drama: +3
Swagger: -1

Playbook Move: When you deliver a solo speech about what’s going on in the current movie, trying to piece together the events unfolding around you,
roll +Drama:
- On a 10+, you gain insight into the emotional or physical nature of the conflict underpinning the plot. Name one thing that will happen related to the plot, no matter how big or small. The Director will make it come true, at no cost to you (though it may involve cost to others).
- On a 7-9, same as above but the events come true at great cost to yourself.
- On a miss, your ramblings are the product of self-delusion about your abilities and/or powers of insight. Take -1 forward and the Director can make a move against you.Soliloquy

Script Move: Once during your movie, introduce an invention that breaks the laws of nature. Describe its purpose. Roll +Drama.
On a 10+: pick three.
On a 7-9:, pick two.
On a miss: pick one, and you may make this move again later in the movie.
- Your invention mostly works.
- Your invention doesn’t mutilate or transform people nearby.
- Your invention doesn’t open a rift in reality.
- Your invention doesn’t require all nearby power.
(So basically, whichever of the above items that you DON'T pick will affect your invention.)Short Circuit

Gear:Environment/space suit (2-armor), tools, welding kit (2-harm, -hand).

Current Harm: 0 /5

Star Power: 2

Experience:

[Iron Signet]

Get it done When her Dad Brute commands the crew to brace themselves for impact, Max doesn't waste any time. In spite of their complicated relationship, she knows when not to balk. Bracing herself immediately against the wall and ceiling of the bridge, the panels groan as -BOOM - the impact of the Saturnites weapons rattle the ship. Sweat glistens on her chiseled muscles as the camera transitions to shaky-cam for the rest of the scene. Seeing the rest of the crew rattle around, she notices a particularly large ceiling joist about to land directly on Bob. Without taking the time to think, Max dives forward from her place of relative safety, pushing Bob under a smaller pile of falling debris, as the large ceiling joist lands square on her back. She catches it and almost holds it up, frame shaking with the massive weight, before she ends up crushed below the weight of even more cardboard and foam looking materials. (That are not actually cardboard and foam, they are actually sophisticated space age materials that are much more robust.) ---- Blackness envelopes Max as she rests cozily inside the pile of not-foam and not-cardboard. The camera views shots of artfully applied dust and debris to her skin as an eyebrow twitches to the sound of her father's voice. "Daddy? Is that you?" The voiceover of Max as a young girl asks. Then her eyes shoot open and she realizes where she is, and remembers what happened. She manages to wrench an arm free from the ceiling joist that's pining her as her father Brute sends his own arm deep into the rubble pile searching for her. With a joint heave of clasped forearms, she bursts forth from under the pile as the heave ceiling joist falls away. "Are you okay?" Brute asks her, but he was already moving. Falling in a step behind him, a smirk raises on her lips. "Doing great Dad, obviously." And then, of course what else, she grabs her own giant gun and follows him with it into the breach.

OOC Using my stunt I save BOB, taking +1 forward for the stunt I guess? And taking +1 camaraderie to the team pool for saving a teammate. I still take -1 harm, but Bob could probably use the help. Not sure what consequence makes the most sense, but I did technically fall, so maybe that's it? Anyways, if I understand how these things just worked correctly, I rolled a 10 when also adding in my +1 from my Stunt partial success. If I'm not understanding things correctly and I don't get the extra +1, that's only a 9.

[Pseudonymous]

Best Laid Plans vs BFG Bob's ad-libbed one-liner was doomed to cinematic infamy. For generations to come, people would treat it with the same mockery as Anakin's rant about sand and the Twilight "spidermonkey" line. But hey, infamy is still a form of fame, right? ...right? Well, at least the verbal trainwreck is the only damage Bob takes, thanks to Max's quick thinking. Surely, things were starting to look up! ---------- Meanwhile, Kala's impassioned plea seemed to be working. There was a moment of stunned silence from outside as the Squiddites seemed to be processing what they had just heard. "Princess Kala? The one Mong is looking for?" one said. "There's a reward out for her!" the other said excitedly. "If we bring her in, King Suklor will surely promote us too! This is it! We're set for life! After all these years, I can finally--" Sadly, the world would never know what that squiddite would "finally" do, as it was absolutely destroyed by a flying steel hatch door and a wall of gunfire from Brute Maddox and his beloved Janine. On the one hand, Kala's flawless diplomacy was rendered entirely irrelevant. On the other, the problem of "squiddites just outside the door" was also rendered entirely irrelevant. Omelette, broken eggs, etc. Of course, there was the question of what now? Kala, the Pariah, and the Brute Force were still stranded on Titan, wanted by Imperial Mong forces, and unsure when the Mindbreaker might show up to wipe out all of Saturn! Looking around at the Totally not a random field in rural Wisconsin that the filming crew may or may not have actually asked its owner if they could film therestrange alien landscape of Titan, the team can see two possible points of interest. To the West is some kind of large, dome-like structure on the horizon. It is brightly lit and is likely occupied, but does not look like a military installation as far as anyone can tell. To the South, a cloud of billowing dust and the faint roar of engines heralds the approach of some manner of vehicle-- several vehicles, by the sound of things. The team could reach either of these points fairly easily thanks to the combined powers of movie montage magic, the futuristic clearly-not-just-a-dune-buggy-covered-in-scrap-metal vehicle that the two unfortunate squiddites left behind, and the all-terrain vehicles that the Brute Force has OBVIOUSLY had in the hold of the Mustang-5 this whole time. But which direction will they choose?

OOC Yep, I think Max's roll should use the +1, so Max's 10 Stunt means Bob takes no damage from the crash, and +1 Camaraderie goes to the team! Ok gang, the choice is in your hands: Do you want to check out the incoming vehicles or the distant building? Feel free to RP amongst yourselves! And don't worry, Drifter_One, we won't get too far ahead while you're out for the holiday!

[Mitsubachi]

Kala Kala smiles as the Squiddites recognise her importance and talk about bringing her in to their king, just as she wanted. Then she is forced to step back suddenly as the two betentacled aliens are disintegrated by a mighty blast from within the Mustang-5. The princess turns to see Brute and the wide, smoking barrel of his gigantic weapon. The Pariah was ready to shoot, too, it seems, but at least had the good manners to allow her to make her attempt at diplomacy. Kala's eyes flash with anger and she stamps a foot precociously. "Hey, I had everything under control here!" She looks again at the exploded remains of the Saturnians. Not any more. She exhales and regains some modicum of calm, then surveys the bleak landscape. From one direction, the dust plumes of a convoy of more vehicles. Once they see the remains of their two soldiers they may not be in the mood to parley. So Kala casts her gaze in the other direction, where the dome of a city rises from the barren lands. She addresses B-SQUAD and the Pariah. "I suggest we head for the dome and see if we can find the leader." The Venusian princess steps closer to Brute and lowers her voice. "And remember the mission, we are here to try and make allies of them!"

Kala
Muscles: -1 / Agility: +2 / Magnetism: +2 / Drama: -1 / Swagger: 0
Current Harm: 2 / 5
Star Power: * *
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