Speedy Recap

Seems I fell out of the rythm I had going. Well, well, lets recap two dnd sessions then. The others starts of infiltrating a gang hideout they found below the house they attacked the ogrins in. To get past a security point the scum fained as a newcomer with the tech-priest as his prisoner, who got beaten up and sent to a sweatshop. The scum didn't fool everyone a bit later five thugs ambused him, but he staved them of and killed them with his hammer.the cleric searched another tunnel and found a storage room for the weapons the gang smuggled and she took of into the ventilations, finding and killing one of the psychic bugs, drenching her in purple blood. The psychic headed back to HQ with information about the weapon operation. The commander gives him six soldiers to take along and tells him to get me as well from sick bay.

My stay in tge sick bay as they installed my bionic arm haden't gone unnoticed. First guest was some woman from the administratum asking for my help in retrievng a book from the warzone, if I succeded I would be granted access to information beyond anyones comprehension. Pity my fellowship is so low otherwise I could have tried smoothtalk her. Next guest was a bit more unpleasant, some mutant attack with a gun which I fought of until a wounded soldiers helped me out.the mutant disappeared into the night. Third guest was the doctors that retrieved my arm... Or so they thought. The psychic finally finds me as the bionic arm is set in place and we head out the next morning.

On our way back we're ambushed and two of our soldiers die, one in the initial attack while the other saddly died due to the psychic failing his roll causing the soldier to fall. The sniper os dispossed of. We arrive, lay out some mines and the psychic and me try to find our friends.the cleric escaped the vent, battled a psychic herself and left the tunnel and stole a mechanized bike. We joined up, entered the tunnel again and saved the scum who was cornered by the gang... (Or more accurate, almost killed him with a grenade). And that was it, two sessions, minimum of words.