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One part of Oz's brain is going:

<Sabotage? Attempted murder? Yep, I have every right to cap this guy>

Another is going:

<You're downtown, on a job, with a warm car. You don't want to bring the cops>

The first:

<The cops know we've been getting trouble recently, this is the only lead so far>

The second:

<Yeah your right, besides this guy has it coming>

Oz leans to bring the gun a few inches off of the asphalt and pointing down towards the guys legs and fires twice.

OOC:

Called shot to the legs, whilst meanwhile mentally practicing his "I thought the guy was going for a gun" spiel.

This is based on the belief that if the cops do in fact show up, they'll be really unsympathetic towards this guy.

Oz notes the position of the sniper, regardless of any trade description legislation that designation might violate and casually continues his speach as above, walking down the side of truck that's away from the street. When he hears the "do him, do him" he drops down quickly behind the truck and levels his gun at the mook underneath.

"Don't move please."

OOC:

Does OZ recognize the voice?

IC:

He casually stands and flexes his arms as if in thought, moving his hand through the arc of the dot so as to get an idea of where its coming from. "Yeah, they always were a bit dodgy on those things, heard they changed their sub-contractor soon afterwards." He then walks down whichever side of the truck shields him most from caffeine freak dot boy to the guys head level and ducks down to talk to him again getting a good look, "What is it? I always used to find it was third and fifth that were the first to go?"

Oz will open the mace's door, and place the bag in the passenger side footwell, keeping half an eye on Jennifer's truck as he does so and not overly concerned about any noise he might make.

His gun comes out and in to his hand, he walks fairly silently over, keeping a wheel between himself and the shadow. When up close he squats down on his knees at the end of the truck, his gun out and pointing at the floor. If it's human, he speaks, "You'll do a lot better with some lights you know."

Oh yeah I forgot to mention.

I've MET SPUDFAIRY!

At the last Sinergy, I was supposed to be giving him a lift but didn't know what he looked like (much). In the end he dumped me for free pizza.

Oz lapes in to New York, "I just have ta hope the Blues ain't doin' a stop'n search tonit, ok?", he reverts to his normal tone, "Lets do it then." He will want the safties on, and rounds unchambered - hoping that this can be done without shouting:

"HEY SOLOS HERE! LOOK EVERYONE SOLOS"

to anyone watching.

"I won't be long."

Outside he looks around, and headss back the car with purpose - doing his best to avoid any PD, without looking like he's trying to avoid them.

Well once you start regarding the war as as much Civil as colonial that starts to make a lot more sense.

"But it's the Cyberpunk way!"

"Okay, so you won't object if Mike Pondsmith sends a solo team round to your house then?"

As of 1999

SSBN 1

SSB 1

SSN 5

SSK 5

SS 39

That's six nuclear propelled and two ballistic missile subs. I'm not familar enough with the classes to know what the SSG carries.

"Kea to Ben, we are doing fine over."

"Well the only reason to stand out here is now in there, so let's do this thing," Oz takes his ticket and heads in.

Oz stays down where he is and looks back at her, "No, no we aren't," he picks up the nametag and attachs it, whilst looking at her as if in the middle of their own private conspiracy, "We may or may not have come here to see your act, but we've not come here to cause trouble."

In that case the answer is no.

In fact a lot of armies that issued the FAL, including the British, only issued it in semi-auto anyway.

There's something called the FN FAL 50-41 which is an heavy barrelled version. Given that I've never heard of it before looking in my most recent Janes suggests that it isn't that common, but it is a Machine Rifle not a proper LMG with all that entails.

But a lot depends what you mean by "extended auto fire". In terms of "hold the trigger down and keep shooting until you run out of ammo (and water)" nothing short of a WWI era Vickers or Maxim will do.

Kea moves quickly and efficiently, breaking up what he needs to and doing his best to keep his footing with characteristic grace.

Being a bit harsh to the guy here aren't we?

Or are we all so cool that we've never done something like that?

Depends on the campaign and how the GM has the game world set up.

"Question for the gun nuts: Is the reciever/barrel of the FN-Ral designed for extended autofire, and what effect would it have if they aren't?"

You are asking a hypothetical question about the minutiae of a gun that has never been written up in detail. The picture in the book appears to be that of a L-85, or at least heavily influenced by it.

But, I'd say, given that:

a) Assault rifles generally aren't configured for "extended auto-fire", which is why you have GPMGs for that.

The fact that it is chambered for the very beefy 7.62 and not 5.56 merely adds to the impression that auto-fire is not the standard useage.

It would not be configurable as a proper SAW without a changeable barrell, otherwise what you have is a "Machine Rifle" like an L-86 or RPK, which need to be used with restraint or the barell will be wrecked.

I'm now going to ask where people draw the line between "Rifle" and "Heavy Weapons"...

Why do I get the impression this game will end up being called:

"Sea: Below and Beyond"

I believe the later Soveit subs got made out of Titanium, which should not show up on a MAD.

There's a lot of theory about how to detect subs from orbit, but no one is actually able to do it (or if they are they are keeping very quiet about it).

MAD has drawbacks, such as the fact that the earth's magnetic field is not uniform.

MAD is another late WWII invention, carried by aircraft. When you get a contact, drop a retarded depth bomb.

Hedgehog was designed to solve three problems:

1) You lost sonar contact when making a final run in towards and over the target, by the time the depth charges have rolled off the stern and sunk the subs had a lot of time to evade.

2) Guessing the correct depth setting.

3) You can only aim said charges by steering the ship

Hedgehog fired 24 contact fused bomblets 300 yards foward into a 130ft circle. Main drawback was that if it missed, you got nothing at all. Depth charges at least made a satisfying roar.

Satellites picking up heat trail?

kay... Gott link?

<PR 10 out of ten.

     Efficiency 2?>

    Oz squats down to eye level, looking back with a vaugely amused smile creeping across his face,

    "Well I'm Oz, the other two aren't real, so we don't have to worry about them, much."

If you really want it killed, use a nuclear depth bomb.

Less munchkin alternatives include:

Acoustic torpedoes - home in on propeller noise, also (late) WWII technology but very effective and totally passive.

Wireguided torpedoes allow the weapon to be guided from a sub or ship, more difficult to fox and more controllable.

Sub-killing is something that there has been a lot of theory and development work on, but very little practice since the end of WWII. Generally speaking killing the sub is not considered to be the hard part, at least not compared to finding it.

Oz looks at her as if the idea hadn't crossed his mind before, "Are you?"

How would you handle someone with TECH 4 and no Basic Tech trying to rewire their appartment?

Give them a book and the tools to do the job and they may come out allright if they are smart and lucky, but given the paradigm of 2020 a proper thanksgiving from the raw is likely to be an upper middle class perogative.

In a world where kibble, pre-pack and take out rule and fresh is usually expensive, most people will simply never learn to cook to begin with (rather like today only more so).

Well I haven't missed the point, because I haven't read that thread.

Ivan:

    "Well in that case, come in then. Just so long as there isn't anyone else willing to shoot you up whilst you are in my place, because if there is, you are paying for it. And if you can't, you will," she ports the gun and heads back inside.

    She's perched up behind the counter again inside, gin easily within reach, "Now what can I get you?"

Trouble:

    Hey, this is what the Slammer's for. Of course there's a waiting list...

  Anything can be jumped though.

Everybody else:

      There's the kind of frantic commotion you'd expect when the light gets switched on in a roach infested appartment when the press turns up, that of Edgerunners' frantically trying to hide behind each other. Ah Fu, as might be expected, wins by a mile.

      Smith still has the woman covered, as do Blaine and Higuta. Whether he'd shoot her at Renata's instruction is another matter, but as one of the fair few people here who would like to remain incognito it's quite possible that he would anyway. The nomads are another matter, probably not that cold blooded.

   Stanster stands there, slightly behind and to the left of her, but making no move to lift the camera.

    "You, who are you and vhy should I let you live?"

    "As I say, my name's Sandy Bergstrom, I'm a media. I just want to talk. You don't want your picture taken, I don't take your picture. You don't want your names mentioned, I don't mention your names. We can help each other out here."

Trouble:

      Yeah, you've heard of this woman. She's straight, her show isn't total trash, and there's enough people who might take an interest in her death that killing her in broad daylight after a load of people saw her walk in here might be more prejudicial to your long term interests than letting her live.