#bronze fist

[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

Megaman Production Art Scan of the Day #547:

Gold Fist Hand Transformation Sequence Design Sheet ~ Part 1 [Gold Fist Appearance Pattern ①]

Notations include:

- Animation design steps 1-4

As mentioned a few days ago, sheets like these might look a little repetitve over the coming weeks, but each chip causes different animations for the hand transformation sequence. They are still kinda neat to see for each weapon, though.

Full Resolution Scan: https://imgbox.com/CMJB3YUM

[commie-robot-fairy]

Danielle, Bronze Fist’s Girlfriend: *watching badly-translated nature documentaries* Rest of team: *in Cuba doing community service - long story* GM: What would you like to do? Bronze Fist: Avocado sandwiches sound like a good-wait, where is everyone? I... think I need to go prevent a disaster. Danielle: Y’know, if everybody dies, you’re no longer under contract. Bronze Fist: *beat* Avocado sandwich? Danielle: Already made you one. Bronze Fist: I love you.

(also I seriously owe y’all a Ciel update I am terrible at this I’m sorry feel free to pester me)

[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

Megaman Production Art Scan of the Day #546:

Bronze/Silver/Gold Fist Battle Chip Activation Design Sheet [Bronze/Silver/Gold ) Fist]

Notations include:

- (Same shape, but different colors)

- It can be attatched to either the left or right arm

The fancy glove with all those spots to slot in your Materia, Tif...er, Rockman...

Full Resolution Scan: https://imgbox.com/b5uwqeXh

[commie-robot-fairy]

“I was gone for one day! You created, and then kidnapped, a boatload of orphans!” -- The Bronze Fist, next session.

[commie-robot-fairy]

GM: Which is your least favourite thoracic vertebra?

[commie-robot-fairy]

Bronze Fist: The Finale

So we didn’t manage to hold on to the Yakuza much. On the upside, Night Leaper managed to pop the hatch on a tank and murder its crew. A few phone calls later, we had an all-dwarf tank that had been ‘liberated’ from Aztlan.

It was about this point that the Fist and nearby friendlies started taking sniper fire. This annoyed her. She charged the building the snipers were nesting on; it was guarded by 11 hellhounds, plus handlers. (Fortunately, the GM kinda underused the critters, specifically not leaning on powers overmuch.)

The Fist kicked her Reaction boost in, and she danced. Most of a session’s worth of combat later, the handlers were all dead, so were several of the hounds, a bunch of the others had been thrown into the elevator (and it had gone into emergency lockdown due to weight and sudden impact), and she had suffered... one bite on the arm.

She took the other elevator as high as it would go, and went up to the roof. Several snipers were surprised, but two were not. One of those two got punched off a roof before he could react. The other threw a grenade. She kicked it off the roof, then punched him off of it. A few rounds later, most of his friends joined him, one surrendered and got knocked out, and the Fist left the building, plus grenades. Cleanup crews would later be extremely confused by the notes on the elevators: “HELLHOUNDS HERE” and “THIS ONE SURRENDERED.”

Checking in with command, she got some terrifying news: The broadcast tower, the one her girlfriend was hacking from, was under attack, with heavy enemy reinforcements inbound. And the fastest transport available was... a donkey.

It was undignified, but it got the job done: The Fist arrived at about the same time as the Dwarf Tank... and an Azzie mechanized infantry division, half a dozen tanks plus power-armour and APC support.

The Fist had other priorities, though. She raced right past the brewing confrontation, through a wall in the broadcast building, into the nearest stairwell. Azzie soldiers were surprised to see her there suddenly but happy to shoot at her all the same; she was having none of it. While dodging fire, she parkoured straight past them and up the stairs to Danielle.

Danielle had been shot in the leg but seemed to be doing not too badly, under the circumstances. She had a half-full shotgun and a case of thermite grenades. The Fist got an idea. Giving Danielle her armored jacket, she told her to take as many of the thermite grenades as she could... and then dumped the rest of the case down the stairs on top of the Azzie goons, and punched her way through the floors next to the stairs for an exit. She got Danielle on the donkey and sent it on ahead, following until a tank confronted her in a nearby alley.

Or tried to.

Its pilot crit-glitched, and it got itself wedged in the alley with its turret jammed in the window of one of the buildings. Figuring that bought her a few minutes, the Fist went to deal with the next major situation: Dwarf Tank had killed several APCs, but the remaining tanks had put it out of action and set it on fire, and the infantry had them under too much fire to evacuate. They tried toaking a shot with the tank’s main gun, but with the damage to the turret only managed to blow out the base of a lamppost, knocking it over.

Me: Lamppost, you say. GM: Yes... Me: Club with extreme reach capable of knocking down Azzie troops by the job lot, I hear.

So into this situation bursts the Fist, wearing nothing but a goddamn tank top and shorts. She grabs a lamppost, bowls over as many Azzies as she can, and generally makes a nuisance of herself. They try to shoot her, but due to the way they were surrounding her and her ridiculous dodge, the only soldiers they land hits on are their own. (Four. Critical. Glitches.) Several are killed. In the confusion, Dwarf Tank’s crew slips out and around the corner, where they find... another tank, pinned down and ripe for boarding. They kill its crew, board it, and just fuckin’ ram through the building that was giving them trouble. It leans ominously as they gun it out of there. Me: So... are any of the dead soldiers roughly my size? GM: Um... sure. One is. Me: And these are, as you said, mechanized infantry. In power armour. How heavy? GM: Heavy. There are several inconvenient holes in the helmet, though. Me: *predatory grin* Excellent. I don’t need the helmet.

So the Fist grabs the her-sized corpse and retreats... through a load-bearing member of the building that Dwarf Tank 2.0 just rammed. It shudders... and collapses toward the Azzie troops, killing a bunch of them and effectively removing three tanks from the action. She uses the rubble for cover while she dons the power armour; she leaves the helmet open, and is forced to remove an arm to accommodate her ridiculous cyberlimb.

Three more tanks come bearing down on her. They try their main guns. She dodges. They try their machine guns. Her new armour shrugs them off. One of them tries to run her over. She decides “irresistable force vs immovable object” decidedly in favour of the latter, by punching a good chunk of their engine block into their cockpit. She repeats this with the second tank; the third pulls away, forms up on Dwarf Tank, and begins repeating “Revolution! Down with capitalism!” until we stop listening to their comms.

While this has been going on, Danielle has suffered far worse blood loss than expected, been recovered by Lex (our hacker/samurai), and made it to the hospital.

It’s about now that we get a message over military channels. There’s been an explosion in the vicinity of the hospital.

The Fist jumps on to Surrender Tank and tells her friends to get there. They do. An APC gets in the way. This makes an excellent loyalty test. Her new minions prove themselves, barely hesitating before blowing it away.

They get to the hospital to find it surprisingly intact; while they were en route, Lex has managed to protect it by hacking cruise missiles in flight and sending them off course, finding their source, and reporting it to the Navy for obliteration. She’s a wreck - one of her arms is a mangled pile of metal by this point from fighting her way here, and the other hand has had some reconstructive cyber already today - but she’s saved hundreds of lives.

Danielle is unconscious, but apparently recovering. She’s lost a lot of blood, but not too much, and is being tended to now. Her personal effects are on the table by her bed. On top of them is an odd, small box. The Fist checks it out at GM prompting.

It’s a ring.

She takes a moment to have a most unsoldierly melt, then receives word that there are more Azzies on their way. She sends the tanks after them... and that’s it. Aztlan is finally pulling out. Amazonian reinforcements are on the way. We did it. We survived.

Lex promptly passes the fuck out. The Fist curls up next to Danielle’s bed and does the same.

Epilogue: Basically all of us are highly decorated heroes. Surrender Tank’s crew managed to survive, are being debriefed, and will have their citizenship fast-tracked; the Fist may have permanent minions. She’s definitely keeping the armour.

Lex’s girlfriend had been keeping a running tally the entire time of how many times her life was endangered by being in Lex’s vicinity. She claimed that Lex owed her a date for every single one. Last we heard they were on a luxury cruise.

Robin got a Pulitzer for amazing war footage.

Night Leaper sold Dwarf Tank to the Yakuza for retirement money and quietly invested it in a farm.

Danielle asked the Fist to marry her. She said yes. Their wedding was officiated by the Khan herself.

[commie-robot-fairy]

Bronze Fist update! (sooooo bad at this)

So due to RL considerations, I had to miss several sessions - there was a brief sideplot in which the Fist punched out a highly predatory Yakuza loan-shark operation, but that was about all.

Apparently things have been escalating. The rest of the party even encoutnered a blood spirit as part of an Aztechnology hit.

And now it’s coming to a head. See, the Fist was part of a Shiawase project to develop a soldier that could tangle with bug spirits. And Danielle’s body came from an Azzie project to duplicate it.

And now Aztechnology knew where to find the original, and was getting annoyed by our raids and the Guadeloupan foreign policy stance (which was a slightly flowerier version of “Fuck Aztlan.”) So they launched a full-up invasion force.

The weather turned shockingly stormy shockingly fast; it was almost as deadly to the Azzie navy and air force as the Guadeloupe Navy. Nonetheless, a few troop transports and a handful of aircraft did manage to break through.

Meanwhile, the Fist went to a rally point to gather the reserves with the team’s rigger; Danielle took the street sam with her and headed for the island’s primary broadcasting station; and the face decided to get in a helicopter and try to get good footage.

The Fist’s assets: A ghoul sniper team. A handful of smugglers, some of whom had shot a gun before. A dwarf with a haunted look and a crate full of grenades. A technomancer who didn’t talk much. A former shadowrunner weirdo who was swilling mercury, but was a crack shot with a laser. Her hacker-extraordinaire girlfriend running interference. Her phone book.

Known Aztlan assets: At least two ships full of troops with blood spirit support. At least one fighter/bomber, possibly more. A handful of IFVs and at least one full-up tank.

Poor bastards never stood a chance.

As it stands right now, we’ve lost a fair number of the reservists we started with (though shockingly few actual deaths!), but picked up a bunch of Yakuza who were quite annoyed that the Azzies chose their dock to invade from.

The Azzie assets listed above are all dead.

And the Fist? The Fist is annoyed. Every single blood spirit with a Force in the double digits was nailed by strategic assets; she hasn’t gotten to punch one yet. (She did mission-kill a tank, though!)

[commie-robot-fairy]

It appears I’ve been completely negligent in sharing the tale of the Bronze Fist with y’all. I really need to start doing immediate posts post-session.

The Bronze Fist, Amano Miya, is my latest Shadowrun chaacter. She has a backstory that would be a post on its own, but the relevant bits for her current tales are pretty simple:

She’s a physical adept

She is in basically infinity debt to shadowy, powerful figures

The debt bought her a ridiculously tricked-out custom cyberarm, made of alchemical bronze, with serpent-tooth inlays

She recently found herself on a team of ‘runner/interior decorators through ridiculous circumstances. They are about as professional as one might expect from the phrase “’runner/interior decorator,” but endearing as hell.

She’d heard rumours of an Aztech facility that was working on metahuman bio-drones - metahuman bodies designed for use as disposable, remote-piloted soldiers. Given that she was dating an e-ghost who wanted a body, this seemed opportune - so the team’s first mission was to raid this facility. The rest of them were after furniture to decorate their new headquarters. The Fist was after a body.

They got to the site with minimal difficulty, finding the upper levels still under construction. The Fist peeled off from the rest of the group, using a conveniently-placed crane to get over the fence.

They rolled out some drones and went straight through the fence. This is where things started going hilariously wrong.

The rest of the team quickly found themselves in a firefight with Azzie security, trying to keep them pinned down long enough to make off with couches and TVs. It got messy, the drones took some damage, there was blood and screaming, and our rigger very cleverly stole a forklift to actually steal the furniture with.

Unfortunately, our leader had neglected to arrange communications, so the Fist was unaware of this. What did she do? She tied the crane’s cable to herself, and punched.

Through the roof, onto a very surprised security guard. Through the guard. Through the floor. And the next floor. All the way down to the subbasement levels where of course the creepy and ethically dubious experiments were, just blowing a hole directly downward with her bare hands.

She found the bodies, hooked her girlfriend’s current platform up to download... and it immediately exploded, knocking her out briefly.

Fortunately, by this point, security was very distracted with the bullets and the screaming and the bleeding and is that a couch?

She was awoken a moment later... by her girlfriend, successfully transferred into an orc just before the explosion. They shared a brief hug, went back up the crane cable, and exited just in time to meet the badly-battered rest of the team and help them load the surviving furniture.

Next session was downtime, dealing with domestic stuff. She got her girlfriend some cosmetic surgery for comfort, furnished a kitchen, went out to a rock on the ocean to meditate and commune with WHale, an Awakened shark tried to eat her, she applied fist and gave the body to some local fishermen. Good times.

Our second mission was officially sponsored - some Triads hat had been allowed to do business in Guadeloupan territory had been caught selling to Humanis. “No quarter to Humanis” is not only the law of the land, but something the Khan takes personally. So she decided to make a show of force - sending a single soldier and a handful of civilians, with simple instructions: Burn the drugs. Leave no Humanis member alive. Sink their boats.

Being cocky as hell, we shrugged, grabbed our gear, hopped in our glorified fishing boat, and cruised toward their last known location. It wasn’t hard to find - a cobbled-together barge made of a dozen or so hulls in various states of disrepair, lashed together. They did, however, have two advantages: Range and numbers. Long before we were within effective striking distance, a missile splashed down in the water near us, apparently a warning shot. The next shot, from a sniper, put a hole through the decker/sam’s cyberdeck.

It was about this point Miya decided it was time to get serious.

She headed to the bow of our boat, spreading her arms to present the easiest possible target - and went to maximum defense. The missile’s laser painted her; she did not move. It fired, and the GM made a worried noise. The actual conversation went something like this:

Me: I’m gonna go to the bow, make myself an obvious target, and amp Reflexes. GM: This is a bad idea. Me: I know. GM: They have a missile launcher. Me: Bring it. GM: *rolls dice* That... went... better than expected for him. Seven hits. Me, with an audible predatory grin: “Nine.”

The missile whooshed past her cheek as she twisted out of the way, close enough to set her hair on fire - but it did not connect, to her or to the boat. She patted out her hair with one hand, reaching out with the other in a “come at me” gesture.

The sniper was so startled he dropped his damn gun in the water.

We boarded the barge without much difficulty; Miya in particular was leaning heavily on dodging like the wind, use of cover, and the ability to punch through that cover and into anybody who tried to creep up on her. It wasn’t long before the Humanis goons decided this was Not Worth It and surrendered.

A search of the barge revealed a handful of goods worth taking (we did), the drugs, and the body of an orc woman who had not gone gently. We moved her to our boat to bring her back for a proper burial.

I... won’t go into detail, because frankly it disturbs me a little, but suffice to say they were made to pay for that.

The drugs were burned, loot was grabbed, and it was time to take care of the barge itself. The Fist suggested her usual plan - punch holes in it until it won’t stay afloat - but was overruled by her boss, who wanted footage of an awesome explosion. They wanted to set off the ammo stockpile, including the missiles.

They were undeterred by the fact that literally none of us had Demolitions of any sort.

And that’s the story of how our boss lost their leg, completely needlessly, in a non-combat situation.