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(double post, but its worth it.)

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Lilith

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Interacting with: Shade (@Thundercrash), Jackson and Raven (@A Tattooed Girl), Isaiah (@Lyghtbringer)

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The wind blowing through the treetops had stilled itself, almost as if in anticipation. Nothing moved, save the five man spec ops team silently maneuvering through the undergrowth. Lilith would've prefered a more experience team for this type of encounter, but beggars couldn't be choosers. These were the only soldiers in the area with anything beyond basic qualifications. Besides, she -well not really me, but...- had just blown an almost identical mission. She was lucky to be in a leading position as it was.

Why CO had chosen her for this was beyond her. The mission consisted of the same targets, included the same dangers, set at....the same location? Lilith held up a fist to her team, stopping them in their tracks. They haven't moved...at all? An interesting strategy, one Lilith was keen to take advantage of. It seemed they were still...working out their differences. The regime team now positioned 50 meters away had no such weaknesses. Lilith stifled a giggle, happy to finally take down another mark -with the added bonus of a few more heads. Presently, she signaled her team to begin flanking the clearing on both sides. The death of the breeze would now favor her team, as the Houndour sitting amongst the rebels likely wouldn't pick up a scent til it was too late. Lilith took it as a sign, foreshadowing her success.

While waiting for her team to take up position around the clearing, Lilith thought on the advantages her opponents had. Three of the four had a pokemon: a Sneazel, Houndour, and Electabuzz would be a great help to the rebels. Two of them obviously had weapons, the others might not. It wasn't until this moment that Lilith realized...One of them is ex-regime. Not that it bothered her at all. He will recieve a traitor's death, just like the others she thought. Before she could identify the ex-soldier any further, four clicks sounded in the com she wore in her ear. The sounds indicated that all four members of her team were ready. Let the show begin! A wicked gleam shone in her eyes.

Lilith green-lighted all four soldiers HUD displays, giving them the go ahead. All at once, hell erupted around the unsuspecting group of rebels. The standard-issue Houndours kept by all four regime soldiers went to work lighting ablaze the surrounding forest. The dry wood caught almost instantly, directed by the well-trained pokemon to encircle the rebels in a wall of fire.

Simultaneously, the marksman of her team carried out special orders. He was to assassinate the ex-soldier, greatly reducing the risk of failure. Even though he didn't appear to be spec ops, most regime soldiers could fight their way out of a trap. He had the greatest chance at survival. The soldier let out his rifle's bipod, laying prone to increase his accuracy. The crosshairs of his scope leveled on the target's head. He stopped breathing, readying himself for the kick. He squeezed the trigger slowly...BANG! Before he could fire, an explosion went off in the distance. He had flinched at that, causing his shot to hit the tree behind the ex-regime man. Another truck had, at that moment, blown up.

Lilith waited to see how the rebel group would react, ready to chase after any of the nasties that managed to escape.

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Ehhhhhh. Got an idea to clear this up so we can continue. @A Tattooed Girl@Thundercrash
Now entering stage left, Lilith and the gang!

(Probs be done by tonight.)

Street racing / Need For Speed-ish roleplay?

Vehicles built in Japan, and most of Asia, I think, have right-hand. Of course, Japanese models built in America are outfitted with left-hand drive. @AdmrlStalfos19

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@Thundercrash Thoroughly enjoyed that encounter. Expect more devilish tricks in the future =)

BTW, dimensional drifter = Futurama reference??

Street racing / Need For Speed-ish roleplay?

@KiritoAsuna Legal in a cover-my-own-ass sort of way. Though Ive raced a drag strip a few times too. But yeah, I'm here to help if anyone needs it @Chaotic Chao

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@Dusksong If you don't want to solo your next post, you could join me for a drink.

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Aiden

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The weak starter turned over the rusty innards of the old motor slowly. This is it! Aiden thought, hopeful the damn thing would finally 'sputter' to life. After a few seconds with no improvement, he sighed deeply, frustrated, sliding out from under the large cycle precariously balanced above him. Across the dirty garage, Eithina's head lay in an empty toolbox. Aiden's sound of anguish caused her to lift her head. She looked at him a moment, then turned her head quizzically. "Eee?" she asked. "Motor's misaligned." he responded. That was the second time, too. Aiden almost never made a mechanical mistake, let alone the same one twice. "Maybe the bracket's faulty." Though it had shown no apparent signs of fatigue, Aiden had neglected to measure it. Eithina, having already performed the task twice that day, picked out the tools needed for the job. She carried them over, one by one, to where Aiden was sitting beside the old machine. He looked at the unorganized pile of metal that had suddenly amassed beside him, then to Eithina, who was sitting beside it. Somewhere in bringing over the tools, she had managed to get a dab of oil on her nose. Aiden licked his finger, then wiped it off. "Thanks, E." he said. He slid back under the P12, wrench in hand.

If there was one thing Aiden didn't loath about the Regime, it was their equipment. The fact that the bike could still turn over was quite impressive given its age. Still, 'turning over' and 'running' were two different things. Aiden knew they didn't have much time. In all honesty, their luck had lasted longer than it should've: hiding out in this particular garage, run by a rebel sympathizer, without already having been caught. He just hoped that Lady Luck wouldn't give out on him quite yet. He still had work to do.

The boss had been willing to trade the P12 and parts for it in exchange for hard workers, a deal Aiden was willing to take. Though no one else had been able to get the cruiser running, Aiden was sure it could be done. And he was right. After swapping out the bent bracket and bolting on the new one, Aiden pushed the start button. Finally, the motor caught right. A faint humming could be heard resounding through the brick garage. "Alright!" he cried happily. Eithina rushed over, equally ecstatic to finally finish the job, hopping up and down in celebratory fashion.

The sun was just beginning to peak in the sky as Aiden exited the garage, lifting his hood up to avoid detection. Though he doubted the regime was even looking for him so far south of Alaska, it couldn't hurt to be too careful. Also, the nearby Regime base loomed ominously over the small city. It seemed somewhere even as obscure as Gardiner, Montana heavily felt the presence of the tyrannical Regime rule. There would likely be militia out. Aiden decided then that he would try out a piece of new tech he had been working on.

In his work on the P12s and P13s, which was quite an extensive amount, Aiden had realized that Regime technology needed some form of internet connection to run a search on a facial recognition database. With that information, and no small amount of scrounging, he built an all in one wifi / internet jammer from the remnants of an old cellular device. Though he had no assurances it would work, Aiden was fairly confident. It would be just the thing to slip in and out of town 'unseen'. He reached down in his boot, flipping a small switch. He then began the long walk to his boss's favorite bar, a quiet old building just outside the outskirts of the Regime base.

Upon arrival, Aiden noticed a small camera residing in the corner of the room. Apart from himself and the bartender, the place was empty. He kept his head down, walking carefully over to the bar, hoping he wouldn't be recognized. So far, so good. he thought as he ordered his drink.

Street racing / Need For Speed-ish roleplay?

The problem with using dice is the possibility of a really good racer being easily beaten by a really bad one. In reality, a great racer has much smaller odds of making mistakes than a new driver, but dice give no such advantage to the more experienced. That would mean that we would all have to have the exact same driving experience (which...we probaby don't). IE, sharp corners are not difficult, given you know how to drift, slow down in time, etc.

What I have seen before is this: A racing RP in which classes separate players based on car class and driver ability (S class, A class, B class, C class, etc). Both a player's driving knowledge and their selected car factor into what class they are allowed to run. Then, I feel like it would be fair to assume that all drivers within a certain class have a similar enough skill level and that dice would become a viable determining factor.

Alternatively, as mentioned, "dirty" drivers, and driving in general, could operate like a T1 arena RP does, where action are posted as attempted actions and reactions are realistic given the circumstances.

@Forsythe I imagine our current car knowledge would have to suffice in placing a modded car relative to its competitors. If needed I can do that. Iv'e got 8 years experience as an automotive and small engine mechanic, race motocross professionally, and have been in my fair share of definitely legal street races.

Street racing / Need For Speed-ish roleplay?

Could be interested in this.