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Old 11-09-2018, 11:33 PM   #1
hal
 
Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Buffalo, New York
Default After Action report using Fantasy Grounds and GURPS

I figured that I'd a moment to give a very brief after action report that transpired in the game tonight. This way - people who can't game regularly with a face to face group might consider using gurps with Fantasy Grounds...

The prelude to the game:
"Fear has a way of doing that to a man." thought the private detective as he waited. The middle aged man, aware that his senses were hyper alert, stood absolutely still in the shadows, praying that no
one could hear his heart beating at its current rapid pace. Every sense heightened as if his very life depended upon him hearing some sound, seeing some motion, no matter how insignificant.

He peered onto the causeway, littered with stacks upon stacks of large shipping containers, dividing the water and wharf from the dockside warehousing. There was no movement at this hour, even
the rats seemed aware that it was unhealthy to be about this night. There was a faint lingering odor mixed in with the tangy smell of ocean salt. Vaguely similiar to raw sewage, the detective didn't pay any further attention to the smell. For him, it was his eyes and ears that would be important. That - and the camera he was carrying with him.

Finally - motion. An autonomously driven truck was arriving near the dockside site. On its side was the logo of some obscure company with what might have been a dog of some sort as its primary logo point of interest. In any event, its arrival set in motion two things. The man's movement to pull his camera up and out, and the shifting of a long barreled rifle with an
obscenely large scope mounted atop it. The slight form holding the rifle steady, could have been a young boy or a fully grown woman. The odd thing was, but for the movement of the rifle, one
would never have realized that there was a human being sitting in that position. The material formed like a blanket, was such that it gave the shooter almost perfect invisibility. Perhaps
the shooter was using one of those famed "optical Invisibility blankets". It worked on the principle that sensors would take in the light closest to it, and a computer processor would analyze on which portion of the blanket opposite of its received image, and portray it there - effectively making it appear as if no one was there under the blanket. The shooter did little
more than aim their rifle at a target - the unsuspecting private detective.

As the private detective surveyed the seemingly abandoned work area, the man scanned the area yet again, certain that someone was out there watching him. He knew that he had risked a lot showing up
this night - especially after he had slipped up earlier yesterday in tailing his target of investigation. As such, tonight, unknown to him, was his last night on earth. For despite the seemingly simple task of finding out what was happening to the Tolliver's Disease Vaccines being shipped to Africa, the people he was tailing were anything but simple thieves or con men.
Tonight, they would tie up a loose end and set a trap for whomever had set the private detective after them. To do that however, they would need to bait the trap carefully.

The sniper from her vantage point, breathed out slowly and held it. She had zeroed in her rifle after the rangefinder determined the precise distance of her shot. These days, it was almost
absurdedly simple to take a sniper rifle and determine all of the variables inherent in taking the shot. Wind distance was factored in by the instrumentation on her rifle. The built in computer
handled all of the calculations involving temperature, air pressure, humidity, and wind speed. The automated scope adjuster was dialed in and all she had to do was slowly ease back on trigger. Almost by surprise, the gun bucked. Its 55 grain high tensile strength bullet was sent wafting down range towards the unsuspecting target's medulla. Suddenly, like a marionette
puppet with its strings cut, the man's body crumpled to the ground. The woman, a trained assassin using the newest up to date technological toys signalled through her DNI to the waiting robodog at her disposal to approach the target. To anyone who might have been watching, a doberman slipped out from where it had been hiding, and loped towards the now unmoving man with his camera scant inches away from his outstretched hand. The robodog was a specialized one actually. Normally, it would have been what was called a Forensics Fetch - a robot whose task was
solely to find DNA and other evidence at a crime scene, scoop it up, bag and tag, and keep inside itself for evidence handling procedures. Instead, it was modified so it could clean up after a crime scene. In addition, the robotic simulation of a dog would be able to mimic the action of an animal chewing through flesh - which it did in an effort to find the slug inside of the
now dead man's head. Gnawing on the head, the robotic dog finally got what it was after, and began to chew elsewhere on the body as well, ripping out flesh from the more tender areas of the
man's body. Even dog saliva would be found deposited upon the body so as to insure that the coroner who examined this body would have little reason to suspect that it was anything but a feral dog feasting on the man's body.

When the work of the robodog was done, the woman, waiting near her car, watched as the robodog approached the car, leapt into the waiting open trunk, and laid down. It would enter into power saving mode until the command was given to where it would leap out and go to where she wanted it. The cold eyed woman, short of height as far as most American women were, smiled a short smile, and connected her DNI to the car system's remote steering processor and fired up the engine. She had a destination to reach, a man to talk to about claiming her reward, and a chance to unwind,
perhaps, to find a suitable distraction for the night. As far as she was concerned, it didn't matter if her distraction was a man or a woman - all that mattered was that she could feel wanted and alive, instead of cold and dead inside.
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