Bees? Not the Bees!

GM: Blackheart
Players: Macro, Posh, BillyBob, Oz, Krieg.
Synopsis: The crew is hired by Mr. Johnson to recover a hard drive from a research farm that had gone silent. They are given an accurate brief with the layout of the area, and then head out to investigate. The research farm is owned by J-Corp, a small agricorp working on a growth serum to help solve the hunger problem in the UCAS. It turns out the growth serum was spilled on a hive of bees in the research barn, and they mutated into giant bees!!!
Date: Nov. 20, 2075

The meetup is in a the dining room of a winter club, a couple miles out of town. It looks expensive, but it's not very crowded, so the fact that the three shadowrunners, Macro, Oz and Billybob stand out so much isn't going to cause -too-much of a ruckus.
"Good evening, and thank-you for joining me," Mr. Johnson, and older man with salt and pepper hair and bags under his eyes says, sitting down for his dinner, an aromatic display of perfectly seasoned roast with buttery potatoes and greens on the side. "Forgive me for having you while I eat, but I have a very tight schedule, as you can imagine." He eats while his ork bodyguard stands behind him. Trying to stand still, the ork seems to fidgit and shake while he oversees the meeting. "Stanley, please give them the brief," he asks, and his bodyguard steps forward to hand out a file folder with datascans on a building out in the country, a research farm by the looks of it.

"Thanks to the good work your associate has done for me in the past, I've decided to come to you first, based on her recommendation. As you'll see on the datasheets and satellite photos, we've done remarkable work with our agricultural program," He seems proud of his achievements, there the photo shows giant zucchinis and melons. "With some of the breakthroughs we've had, we can start getting the general populace away from all of this reconstituted soy garbage." Indeed, the farm looks to have a variety of vegetables that are… giant sized. "Anyways, there's been an incident over the past week."

"What I need you to do is to get inside the research park, within the next 12 hours," Mr. Johnson blushes with embarrassment, "and, while performing the above board and entirely legitimate role of data recovery, delete the security camera footage for the past week. A simple enough task," he says, gesturing to Stanley once again, who hands over an encrypted data stick. "I'll even provide you with access to the building. Needless to say, this requires the utmost in discretion. If you accept this job, Stanley can answer any questions you have," he says as he begins eating his dinner, while Stanley gestures to the door so he can escort everyone out of the dining room. "I'm able to offer your team 100,000 nuyen for the successful recovery of research data, with an additional 20,000 for my little request."

BillyBob doesn't actually come into the winter club. He is paranoid about meeting with Johnsons and being shot in the back, so he stays in his Bison RV outside in the parking lot, monitoring with sensors for a trap. To be his eyes and ears, he sends a small Bumblebee-sized drone that sits on Blackheart's shoulder and pipes the audio/visual feed back to him. He is linked to everyone's taccomms so he can speak.

The houngan is here, of course - looking utterly out of place. Not that it bothers him the least, of course. The scar faced broken tusk grin spread in a genial smile as he listens, bobbing his head sympathetically - and reaching out to touch the folder with that nasty metal hook. "Oop." A shit eating grin, and he switches hands. Taking the folder in his good hand, and quietly purusing the contents as his eye flick back up.
"Ah? A curious time frame, cerri.. my friend." He passes the folder along, letting his right arm drop and the sleeves cover his nasty hook again. "Why twelve, and not twenty? Is your data going to move soon, ah? Before we perform a perfectly legal courtesy, yes..?"

BillyBob pipes his voice into the comms of Oz and Macro from the RV. "Oh mang you could choke a troll whore with them zucchinis."

Mr. Johnson smiles at the questions, there are always questions, he even spares a chuckle to Macro's comment. "The data recovery is perfectly above board and in line with the goals of J-Corp Agricultural Industries. You will be contractors, everything is perfectly legitimate. You see, there's been something of an attack on the farm, and hardlines have been cut. Our initial response team went silent, and, I would like to get a team on scene as soon as possible. For the security of the data, of course."

BillyBob pipes his voice into the comms of Oz and Macro from the RV. "Oh mang you could choke a troll whore with them zucchinis."
Mr. Johnson smiles at the questions, there are always questions, he even spares a chuckle to Macro's comment. "The data recovery is perfectly above board and in line with the goals of J-Corp Agricultural Industries. You will be contractors, everything is perfectly legitimate. You see, there's been something of an attack on the farm, and hardlines have been cut. Our initial response team went silent, and, I would like to get a team on scene as soon as possible. For the security of the data, of course."

«Auto-Judge[]» Oz (#9314) rolls Intimidation for "Defaulting to Negotiation. Vaguely threatening, vaguely friendly.":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Oz (#9314) has the Attribute Intelligence with the value '5' (only to Blackheart).
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 6:
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"I'm afraid that my accounts are quite tied up at the moment, and one hundred, twenty is all that I can set aside for this task, we are in the fourth quarter, after all," Mr. Johnson apologizes, while Stanley tenses up, his wired reflexes making him shudder as he tries to keep still. "I assure you, that if this initial run goes well, I may have more lucrative ones in the future, perhaps with budgets more palatable to your tastes?" he offers the hopeful promise of better paying jobs in the future as he cuts into his roast and has another bite of the mouth wateringly fragrant meal.

BillyBob pipes in over the tactical feed, "Frag it. We'll just steal our bonus in zucchinis! That'll teach these cheapskates."

"If that is all you can spare, cerri, then that is all you can spare, ah?"
And then he smiles. Slow and lazy, a crocodile at rest as he listens to the Taccom. He moves to stand up, quietly thumbing his broken tusks before pausing. And dragging a long look over the bodyguards; All tense and wired. Something makes the hungry ork smile that bright, toothy smile again before he asks.
"If we come across your, ah, other friends, cerri? .. Do you want them back?" The grin grows a little sharper. "Those that disappeared on such a little thing?"

"But of course," Answers Mr. Johnson. "J-Corp values each and every employee," he says, corporate speak for a trip to the hospital may be cheaper than insurance payouts to family. "I'm glad that we've come to an understanding, Stanley will see you to your… Taco truck," He glances out the window to look at the out of place food truck in the parking lot of expensive sports cars and luxury sedans.

Stanley the ork gestures towards the door, "Right this way, Sars," he says in his clipped south african accent. "If you're as good as Ms. Posh mentioned, this should be a quick one for yas."

Macro gives Stanley a pro forma glower as he follows the bodygoon to the exit. "We'll see," he replies, still looking the schematics over.

The houngan gathers himself up, as at ease in an executive luncherie as he is in a back alley doing horrible things to prettier people. As he steps outside the restaurant, with Billybob's bee clinging to his shoulder, he asides to Macro - via Taccom.
"Ethi. Are you able to get in and out without Les Invisibles? If we can get, ah, Bob close.. or Krieg, perhaps. Bob, can you setup a link for Krieg into the system remotely, ah? Or is it better, perhaps, for the two of you to pick your occupations in this? I can hide one.. maybe two bodies from mortal eyes."

Commlink-Sticks> Macro chuckles. "Ya hadn't seen the latest present I got from our good sistah, hadn't ya?" he replies. "I'll be solid."

Oz enters the Taco truck, quietly nudging Bob. «Away from here, ah? Always best to be on the move. There are many reasons for a friend, ah, to want a job done - not all of them tell the truth. Such deception, yes? Yes." He's grinning, as he glances over to Mac's folders.
"Mm.. get Krieg, yes? If we have -two- people who can do the things with dead robots… well. One to fetch the data, one to keep the drones from desiring our flesh, ah?"

BillyBob grunts as the team re-enters the RV. The Doberman drone sitting in the back with a Valiant LMG on its arm scans Oz and Macro then stands down. There is a rumble as the engine is restarted, and off they go to grab Krieg. "Hey KRIEG, you read dis? We need you fer a jerb! Liberatin' zucchinis and shiz." He goes into captain's chair mode and scans over the documents. "Deactivated security drones? Huh. I wonder what they's runnin' on an ag farm."

BillyBob grunts as the team re-enters the RV. The Doberman drone sitting in the back with a Valiant LMG on its arm scans Oz and Macro then stands down. There is a rumble as the engine is restarted, and off they go to grab Krieg. "Hey KRIEG, you read dis? We need you fer a jerb! Liberatin' zucchinis and shiz." He goes into captain's chair mode and scans over the documents. "Deactivated security drones? Huh. I wonder what they's runnin' on an ag farm."

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Yo Krieg we comin' to pick you up! »

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « Pick me up? I see, what is it I will be doing Mr. Billy Bob. These schematics appear to be as you describe. »

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « A little data work smash&grab on a farm. Bring boots, I bet there's lotsa shit to step in. »

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « I will do so, please pass by the alley near the Pentabucks. I will meet you there. »

«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Security Procedures for "Security procedures for lower rating corporations":
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«OOC» Blackheart says, "okay, toss them dice!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Oz (#9314) rolls Street Rumors:
«Auto-Judge[]» Oz (#9314) rolls Gang Rumors:
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«Auto-Judge[]» Oz (#9314) rolls Magic Rumors:

Posh smiles at Krieg over her coffee. "You spaced out for a second there. Anything of interest?" she asks, stretching a bit. Right now, she's a business brunette in Pentabucks.

«OOC» BillyBob was rolling to get more infoz on security procedures on this farm.

BillyBob pulls the RV up near PentaBucks and gets back on the comm.

"I am not sure, information on some form of farm, and work. I will have to review the information. Mr. Billy Bob is arriving here shortly." krieg mentions as she sips her tea.

While BillyBob pilots the … sigh.. TACO truck… Oz makes himself comfortable as he frowns thoughtfully downwards. "Mm. What is in an agri-farm, ah, that can kill a whole corp team? Besides the drones, yes? Hmm… Mac, ideas?"

You paged Oz with 'You've heard rumours on the street that some of the soup kitchens in the warrens have been getting actual vegetables donated for their services.'.

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Hay I'm outside, can you git me a grande chai tea latte, 3 pumps skim milk, Lite Water, No Foam, Extra Hot with a dash of cinnamon on top omae? »

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « I am able, yes. The line will take a momment. »

You paged BillyBob with 'A smaller corporation like this wouldn't have the gonzo milspec stuff the megas have. Probably (mostly) humans with small arms. The response coming in 12 hours is probably a heavier goon squad rented from a mega'.

BillyBob grunts and says over the intercom, "Knowin' this size corp, they probably got human security with small arms. I bet that response team comin' in 12 hours is gonna be a heavy goon squad rented from a mega tho."

Macro shrugs. "Mutant flesh-eatin' giant melons?" he suggests, only half joking.

Krieg gets up from her seat and goes to place the order requested by Billybob. She takes the minute or two to give the information a look over and to start a search function set-up for addition information on anything she herself sees as applicable.

Krieg gets up from her seat and goes to place the order requested by Billybob. She takes the minute or two to give the information a look over and to start a search function set-up for addition information on anything she herself sees as applicable.

"I went by the, ah, soup kitchen in the northeast of Aurora the other day.." Begins Oz thoughtfully, tonguing his broken tusk. "They were serving actual vegetables this time. Mm. I do not trust charity, ethi; A houngan TAKES, he is not given, ah?" A dark little chuckle, as he glances out the window.
"So. How do we do this, ah? Do I stay back, hide Krieg and let you go in with her? This may be best. The Gods can touch from far away.."

Macro frowns, his big orky brow furrowing as he thinks hard. "… We're on a deadline, but we ain't /racin'/ it. We got time ta… What's Posh call it… Battlefield intel. I want us ta take a good look at the place before we go in. Maybe spot what ate the response team, right?"

BillyBob says over the intercom, "I ain't goin' in. I'll do recon outside in da van if ya want. I got tha' bee drone and a strato-9 rotordrone fer overhead surveillance. If this was a failed 'run and his team fracked up da place… Well, I dunno wut alarms will be tripped and who will be waitin'."

«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Street Rumors for "Shadowrun teams fragging up a giant zucchini run":
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"This is true, ah? But consider what Bob has said. Twelve hours, there will be something heavy landing, yes? Yes. It is best, perhaps, if we move through this place as quickly as possible - in case, ah, the new comers are .. eager to arrive early."
A flash of broken tusks. "This is a good idea. I will ride the wind of souls, when we get close, ah? I will see what lays within - that's living, at least."

Krieg returns to Posh with the beverages. "The RV is outside, I do not have much more information as of now."

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Krieg git in tha van! »

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « I will be there in a momment, I was conversing with Miss Posh. »

Commlink-Hook> Oz sends, « Ah? Tell her 'skraa'. »

Krieg also notes to Posh quickly. "Skraa…"

After whateevr exchange occurs Krieg makes herway out to the RV with the beverage and a few other spare beverages of a variety. Her arms basically full of a large drink carrier. "I have arrived."

"Skrra, Krieg! A soulless monstrosity." Begins the houngan, but he's got that shit eating grin again. "It is good to see you come with us, ah?" A dark chuckle, before he asides to Mac and Bob.
"Cerri… ethi.. shall we do a drive by, ah? If you can find a place to park - briefly, yes? - I can slip out and see what lives still in this place."
BillyBob fires up the Bison and starts driving to the staging area. Once they are in a more rural area, he changes the paint scheme to an organic specialty food delivery truck. The license plate morpher and transponder library also switch. "Where's my chai?!"

Krieg sets the drinks down and circles Oz for a momment. "Skraa, is some form of Bakemono?" she stops circling long enough to deliver the requested one to Billy. "here you go Sir."

"Ah? No, no. It is or'zet, yes? Yes. It is.." The ork pauses, working his tusked jaw for a moment. ".. Is like 'hello' ah? But without teeth."

The exit from the city takes some time, the friday afternoon traffic jamming up the streets as people try to get out for the first decent weekend for skiing this year. By the time the highway comes, three hours has passed since the meeting with the Johnson, but the traffic is light once away from the city. Directions to the research farm had been given, and it's another 40 minutes until Billybob finds a good spot to park for the scouting missions. The research farm is 5km away down a dirt road. In the distance towards the farm, it looks like a power utility truck is parked, with the cherry picker raised to work on the lines.

BillyBob remains in captain's chair mode, letting the Bison's capable drone pilot (rating 3!) drive to a secluded area. Then the Strato-9 Rotodrone is deployed from a concealed drone launcher on top of the RV. "Flip on yer transponder - not like anybody is checkin' out here. Give me a full scan of the area. Thermals, all that shiz." The Strato-9 rises up to a good hovering altitude, scanning. Its readout is piped into taccomms and even a trideo screen in the Bison RV.

Krieg nods to Oz.."I do not beleive I am able to form these sounds as easily." She finds herself a place to sit and dabble with the TacCom feeds provided by Billy. "It is relaxing to be able to passively observe while someone else provides the information to be evaluated."
«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls 5 + 3 for "Lone Star Strato-9 RotoDrone aerial sensor sweep Sensor rating 5 + Clearsight Autosoft Rating 3":
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BillyBob says "Skraa sounds like an angry chicken!"
Sensor report:
Utility truck: Cold: No signs of life.
Research Farm:
Tractor shed: cold. No signs of life.
Drone Shed1: cold. No signs of life.
Drone Shed2: cold. No signs of life.
Research barn: Hot. Temperature: 35C
Utilities Shed: Hot. Multiple fires.
Vehicle 1-8: cold. No signs of life.
Patrol vehicle: hot. Small fire.
8 human bodies found.

End of report.

"Some kind of farm?" Posh asks "That sounds pretty rough," she says.

She moves to join all the others, at least, on the RV, grinning as she helps with the data management. She considers as she looks at all of the temperature signals.

"So the human bodies are all at ambient temperature…let's see. Any locations?" she asks, considering. So there are 8 cold vehicles.

The video feedback from the farm shows that the patrol vehicle has been flipped over by some force, and at some point the gas tank lit on fire, but it's long since burned out. There's the melted form of a security guard who tried to crawl out, but his utility belt had caught on the seatbelt. Most of the cars in the parking lot show some damage, looking like someone had jumped on the hood and roof, with some of the windows smashed. There's also a yellow dusting over most of the area.

"… Somethin' got real angry with this place," Macro mutters as he looks the recon data over, then turns to Billy. "Kin ya scan fer any movement?" he asks.

Posh glances around. "I think I can sneak over and get a sample of that yellow dusting, perhaps," she says. "But it almost seems…I don't know. I'd guess perhaps chemical fertilizer explosion, perhaps?" she says, thoughtfully, grinning over at Oz. "Or do you think it is the magics of the place?" he says, with a little shrug.

"All right. "I'll go in on foot, see what I can see, and see if I can't get the yellow stuff," she says. "Mac, I'd love you with me, up close. With our ruth we can move very covertly, after all. Enough to get some kind of sample, figure out what's going on."

BillyBob sits rigged in and slowly slowly reaches for his special chai tea in the driver's drink holder. Unfortunately he chooses the wrong cup, picking up the cup he had been using to spit chewing tobacco offal into. Slowly it moves toward his mouth. Slowly. Will he drink it? "Uh, switching to regular vision. Looks like tha' lab is still warm. Maybe it's independently powered with a generator?"

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body vs TN 3 for "Rollin!":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 8 = 6 Successes

<Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Body vs TN 3:
1 2 3 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Macro (#5668) rolls Body vs TN 3 for "Uh oh.":
1 3 3 3 3 5 5 8 = 7 Successes

As the door to the van opens up, breeze from outside seems to carry a dashing of that yellow dust inside. For those with seasonal allergies, the dust is nothing short of the devil, but it seems like the stout constitutions of the shadowrunners staves off the sneezing and watery eyes that usually accompanies this sort of stuff.

Posh looks around. "Let's see…" she says. "If we move…about two meters per second, which is the max speed of ruth, if I'm not mistaken, it'll take us forty-one minutes to cover five klicks," she says, couging a bit. "Of course, pollen of course," she says. "Oz, are you able to see if it's got any funky aura? I'd hate to see what Awakened pollen could do," she says, coughing a bit.

Krieg's nose wiggles as people allow the possibly deadly contaminent inside. She pulls her small scarf up over her face more. "Interesting, so what is it we are doing here. FInding an extreamly large vegetable or melon of some sort?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Stealth for "+12 ruth, 2 points thermal damp":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Macro (#5668) rolls Stealth for "+12 to visual from ruth, +4 to audio from Traceless Walk.":
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Posh glances back to Krieg. "You think that's the case? Some kind of awakened Plant material?" she asks. "I just hope we don't run on some big…shop of horrors or something."

Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Nice moves there, Sticks. »

Commlink-Sticks> Macro sends, « Heh. Careful, tho - the pollen clings to the cloak a bit, so move careful like. »

Posh moves to fan out at a bit of an angle away from the van. With her spare taccomms, it's very easy to keep a relative map of herself, Macro, and the van following a couple hundred meters back over the path that they scout.

«Let's proceed until we can get eyes on something interesting. And the pollen clings to everything, so…that kind of balances, maybe. A bit. But we'll see. It's the best idea that gets us proceeding to the site itself, that I've got, without just rushing on in.»

Posh moves to fan out at a bit of an angle away from the van. With her spare taccomms, it's very easy to keep a relative map of herself, Macro, and the van following a couple hundred meters back over the path that they scout.

«Let's proceed until we can get eyes on something interesting. And the pollen clings to everything, so…that kind of balances, maybe. A bit. But we'll see. It's the best idea that gets us proceeding to the site itself, that I've got, without just rushing on in.»

The two scouts get to the utility truck unmolested. Looking up at the box on the pole, it appears there was some sort of deadly arc that fried the linesman who was working in the cherry picker.

Getting closer to the farm, there's a sweet scent in the air, likely from the giant sized winter melons being grown in the field. THere are large 2m tall mounds of mega-potato and impossibly large zucchini and other various squashes still on the vines, likely genetically engineered for a late autumn harvest since they appear to still be doing well despite the frost threat.
When the scouts get to the parking lot, they can see a body near the door, looking bloated and disfigured, the security guard's uniform is torn as his body seemed to swell up from whatever hit him, blood is caked around his lips and eyes.
The fire in the utility shed is still going strong, by the looks of it, the fuel tank had caught and is likely going to be burning for some time.

Krieg wanders about in the vehicle to cheak all the doors and make sure everything is physically in order for Billybob. She makes her way up to Billy.. "Keeping a clean vehicle is important to operational efficiency."

Commlink-Sticks> Macro sends, « … I'm gettin' the feelin' we really shouldn't be breathin' this gunk any more than we gotta. »

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Don't be a wuss. Also git me some of them zucchinis. »

BillyBob sputters and wipes his mouth on his sleeve, slotting the spittle cup back into another cup holder and finding the chai using internal sensors. He grabs it and takes a sip, trying to get the taste out of his mouth of used berry Skoal. "Ugh. So nasty." He keeps the Bison approximately 1 kilometer behind the team while his Strato-9 rotodrone remains high overhead, scanning for movement or for an incoming corporate strike team.

Posh puts on her sunglasses and surveys the farm from the nearest bit of cover, taking extra care to mark the body and such into the battletac system, as well as starting to label the different plants for retreival, though she adds question marks. Might want to see if we really want to eat these, after all.

She then looks for the nearest safe place to pull the van up to based on the scouting approach, and then forwards this information back to BillyBob.
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Well, I've got a breather system. Do you have one? »

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Intelligence for "Thermographic, ultrasound, IR flashlight":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Macro (#5668) rolls Intelligence for "Innate lowlight, vismag 2 adept":
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Posh pulls the triple purpose imaging unit that she uses for her Infiltrator pistol, which is disguised as a red ladies Mag-Light, in order to sweep the area and provide the active sonic pulses and IR light to really scan things up for her cyber senses to upload to everyone.

As Posh gets a closer look on things, she notices that there's a strange buildup of… gunk on the power poles nearest the research farm. The windows of the office portion of the research barn are wet and fogged from the heat inside contrasting with the cool temperature outside. Macro spots what looks to be another body, this one with a.. pulsing thing the size of a football sticking into it, seemingly pumping the poor corporate security guard full of something. Thanks to the visual magnification the ork gets when squinting, he can see the bloated body vomiting as its insides are being displaced by each

Commlink-Sticks> Macro sends, « … Oh, that's just plain wrong… »

"You should take care to seperate such things." krieg takes a seat to watch the incoming information. Sorting and adjusting the items noted to see if anything comes to mind of what they were actually sent for here.

Macro pulls out his staff as he advances warily, eyes flicking hither and yon to catch any movement.

"Yes, that's not good," she says. "Should we bring out the big guns for this one, Sticks?" asks Posh, a little curious. After all, it's an unmonitored off site research facility 5 kilometers from anywhere. Gunfire's not likely to be a problem, and a pair of Ingram Smartguns with EXEX are comforting indeed.

She arranges for the van to be able to meet up, comming «Well, it'll be delightful to have Senshi along for this one. We'll have to head into the research facilty though, to complete this one.»

Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Did you bring your light machinegun? »

BillyBob spits his chai tea all over the dash when he sees Posh's visual feed. Krieg gets a misting. "Aw fuck look at that! What the heck is goin' on here?" The rigger brings up the Strato-9's feed, searching for further images. Meanwhile he pulls the Bison RV closer at Posh's suggestion, stopping a few hundred meters from the agricultural complex. The Valiant LMG turret pops up on his RV just in case.

«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls 5 + 3 for "Active Sensor Roll, LS Strato-9 (Sensor Rating 5 + Clearsight Autosoft 3)":
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As the drone buzzes over the compound again, it spots one of the drones in the shed with scorch marks over its hull. It looks like it was hit by an arc of electricity from its charging station. As it hovers there, it sees there's a waxy residue over the charger, and splatters of goo on the wall on the inside of the shed, it seems to have hit something before it went down.

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « You seein this shit? I think one of their perimeter drones hit whatever was in there. »

While Posh and Macro investigate closer to the research barn they can hear a.. Humming coming from inside. The building also seems to be radiating heat, warming the area immediately around it.

Commlink-Sticks> Macro sends, « Oh, that ain't ominous at all… Can ya send one of yer drones in fer a closer look before we try ta get inside? »

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « I don't really want to, if they got lightning or somethin', that ASIST backlash will fry my brain! »

Commlink-Sticks> Macro sends, « And I don't particularly want ta be out here breathin' this gunk. Today's just one of those days we all gotta do things we don't really want ta. »

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Fuuuck. Okay I'm sendin' out tha' Doberman. »

Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « I've got a solution for that, Sticks… »

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « Yes, that can be done. »

BillyBob pops the rear door so Krieg can deploy Senshi. He keeps his Doberman in the RV to guard their meaty bodies from any zucchini demons.

Posh takes a mini respirator and pressure regulator out of a pouch on her action harness and hands it over to Macro with a big grin. "This should take care of that problem. I figured we'd be safe at these outdoor concentrations, but that'll take care of you for the inside."

In the back of the RV, amoungst the seat Senshi has been quietly waiting for something..mostly maintaining the extra drinks in their carrier. He sets them down on the floor of the Rv and moves up towards one of the exit doors. As Senshi departs he immediatly checks his surroundings and waits for the RV to reseal before heading in the direction of the origional team.

Krieg goes back to check the door before strapping herself in to one of the seats, giving Senshi her top priorities of attention on the network.

Macro nods gratefully, takes the mask and slips it on. "Thanks."

Posh nods over to Senshi as he arrives along with herself and Macro. "All right," she, or rather her transduced voice over the comm, says. "Shall we have a wander on inside, then?" she asks. "Sticks and I shall take point, I suppose."

Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Feel like bringing up the rear inside with the Dobie? »
«OOC» Posh says, "that leaves oz to guard the riggers in the van"
At the approach of Senshi, the barn seems to turn from yellow to orange on the thermal sensors some of the team members are using, a jump of nearly 5 degrees. The sound of the humming seems to get more agitated inside, and the two scouts near the building can see ominous shadows passing by the fogged up windows, seemingly crawling over the surface.

Senshi offers a thumbs up gesture before charging his LMG, prepared to engage on a momments notice.

BillyBob grumbles and sends his Doberman out the door, too, before it seals. He rigs directly into it, not trusting the dog brain much.
Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Yeah sending in tha' doberman. »

Posh glances at those ominous shadows, sweeping the beam of her sensor flashlight over them to try to get a nice ultrasound and thermal and guncammed read with her full array of senses 'n all. She doesn't like shadows, she liked identified phenomena! She's really been frustrated by magic.

Commlink-Sticks> Macro sends, « Belay that, somethin's gettin agitated. Weapons hot, stay alert. »

Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Indeed. »

«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls 1 + 3 for "Senshi: Active Sensors+Clearsight; proximity detectors, rangefinders, video, basic radar, signature-recognition software, low-light, telescopic magnification.(x50)":
1 1 4 5

Feeling like she has to go active now, as the temperature of everything sweeps up, she looks for a target, before she pulls out the pieces of an Infiltrator from her purse and starts to assemble them, likely so that she can have the sight on it as well. She considers - going to have to get a good SMG with the same kind of triple-sight.

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Uh. Is the computer with the security footage in there? »
«Plot» Blackheart says, "Yes, the compounds computer banks are inside the research barn. Mr. J marked it on the floorplan for you so that you wouldn't be totally lost"

BillyBob rigs directly into his armed Doberman and rolls quietly behind Senshi the Robot. His LMG is raised on its hardpoint at the ready.

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « Senshi and the Dober can enter as a team, it is unlikely whatever it is will be able to attack them before they can respond and inform us. »

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Okay, just try not 'ta slag the computer we need. »

Posh moves up and nods as Senshi opens the door. Without a squishy metahuman body, Senshi's the obvious choice to sacrifice to the gullet of a monsterplant.

Senshi stands off to the side and reacehs to open the door, the other arm staying firmly on the grip of the LMG, suspended form the Sling for quick response.
«Plot» Krieg says, " Yes, Senshi will open the door."

Macro moves up across from Posh, staff at the ready. "Call the dance."
As the door to the research barn is pushed open, it seems to be hampered by a waxy residue on the floor, but the mighty go bot is able to get it all the way open. It is dark inside for the most part, the interior lights muted by more goo covering whatever bulbs are around, but the sound really picks up, the hum working to drown out most other noises, and a sickeningly sweet scent fills the air. There are bits of movement, dark figures, the size of german shepards, but with wings and six legs, and on nearly every surface of the building on the inside seem to be comeing for the door, doing their little wriggle dance dance as they approach amid a cloud of much smaller insects that are buzzing around.

«Plot» Blackheart says, "Please note, there is dim light and obsuring clouds of bees inside the barn."
«OOC» BillyBob says, "beads?"
«Plot» Blackheart says, "count as partial light+2 and mist+2 from the chart for visibility"

============================> Initiative Listing <=============================
Combatant Name…………….. P1(B) P2(-10) P3(-20) P4(-30) P5(-40)
Krieg…………………….. 28 18 8 — —
Posh……………………… 23 13 3 — —
Macro…………………….. 21 11 1 — —
BillyBob………………….. 17 7 — — —
BeeZ4…………………….. 13 3 — — —
BeeZ5…………………….. 13 3 — — —
BeeZ1…………………….. 11 1 — — —
BeeZ3…………………….. 11 1 — — —
BeeZ2…………………….. 10 — — — —

Posh gasps, stepping back. "Not…Not the bees!" she says, a heartbeat away from reaching for those submachineguns and opening up put good. She's backpedaling, quickly, the sight of the bees forcing her heart into her mouth, nearly. Posh doesn't want to get stung, and she is feeling extra squishy

Macro mutters something particularly unprintable sounding in Or'Zet and backs up with Posh, staff out and standing at her flank to give her a clear line of fire while still in position to swing at anything trying to close with either of them.

Posh glances up at this big inner door now, glancing to see the buzzies inside there. "I think we're going to have to take those things out. That would certainly explain what might have killed the security guard," she says. "I imagine we'll probably encounter a queen some point. And let's hope there's no soldier caste…" She's only basing this on the incredible product, SimBeez.

«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Mechanical Arm Operation vs TN 2 for "Success Limitor for Weapons test":
2 2 3 5 5 11 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Heavy Weapons + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 7 for "Short Tn4, +1 Vision, -2 SL-II, 9 Rnd. Tgt 1. Stnd, FA CP2":
1 1 2 4 4 8 10 = 2 Successes

Senshi simply enters the facility at a slow pace heading towards the noted location on the Batteltac. he levels the LMG at one of the larger bees that is in the way and triggers the SL system as the retical reds over the target. Disperesing a sustained stream of EXEX fragmentation rounds into the targeted area as he continues onward.

«Plot» Krieg says, " LMG 7S +2 EXEX 9S Base code. 9rnd 16D++, +3 Dodge."
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 7 for "Dodging beee!":
3 5 5 8 = 1 Success
Senshi coldly walks in, hosing the closest bee with its machinegun. The dog sized insect explodes into a gooey mist, leaving a strong scent of bananas in its wake..

Posh quickly moves in to try to stick with Senshi, so that she'll be shoulder to shoulder if any bees get too close! She aims both of her smartguns at one of the bees as well, opening up with a pair of full auto BRAAAAAAAAAPS, 6 bullets from each smartgun, her upper arms whirling as the cyberarm gyros whirr, causing some rather humorous vibration in her jacket sleeves.

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Submachine Guns vs TN 6 for "running, medium range, 6 round full auto (15D)":
1 2 3 4 4 5 16 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Submachine Guns vs TN 6 for "running, medium range, 6 round full auto (15D)":
2 2 3 3 3 9 9 = 2 Successes

Posh quickly turns and aims her two blasts down towards a bee that seems about to flank her and Senshi now, likely leaving Macro positioned to clonk whatever bee attacks her and Senshi.

Another giant bee dies in an exploding mess, leaving a heavy scent of pheromones in the air. If they weren't alerted to the intruders yet, they sure are now!!

A Warrens rat born and raised, Macro doesn't really have much experience with bees, but he's been attacked by vermin often enough that he's got some idea of how bad this is likely to get. And if Posh gets swarmed she won't be able to fight effectively. So it's going to have to be up to him until Oz manages to get some area effect going. He takes a pair of steps away from Posh to get sufficient clearance to swing, then takes a deep breath as he extends his staff, roaring a challenge to the hive that here is their enemy and biggest threat:

«Auto-Judge[]» Macro (#5668) rolls Intimidation for "I am the biggest threat on the field, attack me!":
2 2 5 10

«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Gunnery + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 5 for " FULL AUTO Valiant LMG 6 rounds, +1 Mist, Short Range, 13D":
1 1 1 1 2 2 3 3 10 15 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Bee dodge!":
1 5 10 11 = 3 Successes

BillyBob is rigged directly into the Doberman while his RV and other drones operate with their dog brains. The drone fires two bursts of automatic fire but is cautious. "Get in here and find the computer!" Easy for him to say, since he is impervious to bee stings.
The bees all seem to get very agitated by the intruders. First, the swarm of smaller ones seems to grow thick as London Fog(+6 visibility mod) after the first two giant bees explode from gunfire when they begin to go crazy. The three visible bees seem to sense Macro's incredible testosterone and zero in on him, detatching from the all to swoop down with buzzing attacks, their deadly, 14 inch stingers dripping with venom as they try to land on him and do their sewing machine impressions.

<Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 5 + 4 vs TN 4 for "BEE Attack! 4M damage. + Venom 6S 1 turn onset.":
2 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 = 6 Successes
«OOC» Macro says, "Ahem. Held action. Triggering. Going first."
«OOC» Krieg says, "Hehe"
«OOC» Blackheart says, "okay"
«Plot» Macro uses the Whirling maneuver to negate friends-in-melee effects for the bees, takes +1 to TN. Staff has reach 2.
«OOC» Macro says, "What reach do the stingers have?"
«OOC» Blackheart says, "none"
«OOC» Blackheart says, "the bees are big, but not reach-big"
«OOC» Macro will use his reach for -2 to his TN, final TN of 3.
«Auto-Judge[]» Macro (#5668) rolls Pole Arms/Staves + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 3 for "Swing, batter, SWING!":
2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 9 10 11 = 13 Successes
«OOC» Blackheart says, "looks like at least 7 net?"
«Plot» Macro says, "Base damage is (STR+3)S, so 11S."
«OOC» Macro says, "Yes."
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 2 vs TN 11:
1 9 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Blackheart says, "now its attack?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "BEE3 Attack! 4M damage. + Venom 6S 1 turn onset.":
1 2 2 3 3 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Blackheart says, "the next two get to attack as normal, correct?"
«OOC» Macro says, "Yeah. They still get no FIMM bonuses and Macro gets to counterattack as normal melee."
«Stats System» Invalid roll: Cannot find stat matching " cp:4".
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 5 + 4 vs TN 4 for "BEE4 Attack! 4M damage. + Venom 6S 1 turn onset.":
1 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 10 = 7 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Macro (#5668) rolls Pole Arms/Staves + 2 vs TN 2 for "Counters do not get +1 from whirling, still have superior Reach.":
1 2 2 2 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 8 10 = 13 Successes

«OOC» Macro says, "Base 11S, 6 net successes, so staging up to 13D stun."
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 2 vs TN 13:
3 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Blackheart says, "bee 4 is KO"

«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "BEE5 Attack! 4M damage. + Venom 6S 1 turn onset.":
2 2 3 8 10 = 2 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Macro (#5668) rolls Pole Arms/Staves vs TN 2 for "Countering, 5 CP remaining and held in reserve for actual threats.":
1 1 1 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 7 = 9 Successes

«Plot» Macro says, "7 net successes, staging 11S up to 13D stun."
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 2 vs TN 13:
4 9 = 0 Successes

«Plot» Krieg says, " Senshi cares not of Bees and their swarming (Movement) just continues on towards the objective marker at walking speed 30m. (Complex) Discharges Shockglove."
«OOC» Krieg says, "Thermal smoke I beleive"

Three bees swoop into Macro's reach. Moments later, three unconscious bodies are sent flying to smack against the walls, courtesy of Macro's staff.

Senshi just continues on through the cloud of thermal signatures following the map coordinates. He extends a hand outward and starts swatting a paths infront of him as he goes. Allowing the Capaciter to Charge and fire as it finds a thick enough area to trigger the contacts.

Senshi's fist turns into a bug zapper, lighting up with every movement, creating a dazzling strobe light effect as the bees seem to frenzy about the robot while it moves through, creating small eddies in the swarm in its wake. As it moves around the corner, the heat seems to grow as more and more bees seem to become agitated, the thick scent of attack pheromones clinging to the robot make the whole building seem to pulse with malevolence.

«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 2 for "+5 second groups init to see if they can act on 2nd pass":
1 3

Posh glances at the nearest bug, trying to see if any are going for her eth. She figures that she will take a chance and create an opening for him, and so she dashes towards the nearest bee. "Crap…we should have left them alive, instead of killing them. They'll be on full alert now. I didn't think of that» she says, before she launches out, looking for a bee to zap-elbow.

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat vs TN 7 for "Close combat, Bee!":
1 1 5 5 5 7 9 = 2 Successes
Wading through the slick offices towards the server closet, Senshi sees that the cubicles have been converted into honeycomb, where larva the size of infants have been stored as the hive grows more and more giant sized bees!

have been stored as the hive grows more and more giant sized bees!
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "bee parry!":
1 2 3 4 28 = 1 Success

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « Additional contacts, Larval chamber. »

«Plot» Posh says, "7M stun, plus 8S Shock"

«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 2 vs TN 7:
2 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 2 vs TN 8:
5 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Blackheart says, "Posh and Macro are also getting stung to shit by normal bees, at the end of the round I'll get you to roll against their stings"

Macro snarls and growls at the regular bee stings, but stays in formation with Posh and the drone to guard their flank.

«Plot» Macro says, "Holding again."

«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Gunnery + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 10 for "6 shot burst vs bees in soup, using ultrasound":
1 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 9 10 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Gunnery + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 10 for "6 shot burst vs bees in soup, using ultrasound":
1 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 9 10 = 1 Success

Senshi continues on, no direct threat yet presenting staying reserved in aggressive combat for the momment to prepare for an ambush as he approuches the Objective.

BillyBob rolls through the flying sludge, his mind focused on the prize. "This is fraggin' gross! That Johnson lied to us! I'm gunna stick an LMG up his ass!" The wheeled drone continues trudging through to the objective, firing a few bursts and killing a large bee. The large tires crush any bees dumb enough to be on the ground.

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Is there some way to clear them out? Does smoke work? »

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « Most smoke devices risk a fire in this flammable environment. »

«Plot» Blackheart makes you roll against 6L for the stings right now

«Auto-Judge[]» Macro (#5668) rolls Body + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 6 for "BEES.":
3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 9 14 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body vs TN 6 for "NOT THE BEES!":
1 1 2 3 3 4 10 15 15 = 3 Successes

Posh gasps in pain as she's surrounded by a cloud of bees, and she's reaching up, making a mistake as she is surrounded by a cloud. The trauma damper fights against the proof of injections, but a cloud of bees is likely more than a little bit distracting!

============================> Initiative Listing <=============================
Combatant Name…………….. P1(B) P2(-10) P3(-20) P4(-30) P5(-40)
Krieg…………………….. 31 21 11 1 —
Macro ……………………. 22 12 2 — —
Posh……………………… 17 7 — — —
Buzz11-15…………………. 16 6 — — —
BillyBob………………….. 13 3 — — —
Buzz1-5…………………… 13 3 — — —
Buzz6-10………………….. 9 — — — —

«Plot» Krieg says, " Senshi will continue to the target area to see what threats may present theirselves as he approuches. 30m (Movement) Retreives a Smoke grenade from his Combat vest (Free) Prepares for use (Simple)"

Senshi finds the server closet covered in a coating of wax over the door. There's a fuzzy layer of bees covering the door, they seem to be attracted to the electronics within for some strange reason. The downside is the door is locked.

Posh and Macro both head on over to the office where the smoke is coming from, hoping that the smoke will help them clear the beez out of their hair! THEIR HAIR! Also, with a chokepoint, if they do clear them up it'll be really easy to intercept attacking bees as they come in. Bees have poor understandings of tactics, in Posh's memory.
As Posh slides(yes, slides) into the cubical farm, the area is positively maggoty with bees everywhere, thank the gods for breath masks and robotic drones! The dozens of bee stings have no effect on the tough as nails runners, but the giant bees down the way seem to take special notice of the giant robot right outside the server closet. A bunch of them go very still, doing their little Bee dance, their bottoms wriggling, and their wings flapping as they communicate with each other, their little ritual creating a series of small explosions as lighting explodes down the line, one after the other sending shards of glass cascading down from the ceiling before a bolt of lightning arcs from one of the outlets straight towards Senshi!

«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 6 vs TN 4 for "Lightning bolt! Innate spell attack 6M damage.":
1 2 2 3 4 9 = 2 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 1:

Senshi's Electroception sensing alerts him to a static field generation as the SMoke canister begins dispersing. He immediatly sidesteps with Inhuman speed as the Bolt is generated.

<Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Gunnery + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 6 for "First burst 3 round":
1 2 2 2 3 4 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 5:
1 3 5 17 = 1 Successe
«OOC» Blackheart says, "first one dodges"

«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Gunnery + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 8 for "Second 3 round burst":
2 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 8 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 5:
1 4 5 9 = 1 Success

The sight of the maggoty bees, seeing the little bee dance as the lightning bolts happen, makes Posh gulp, wishing that she had more than just bullets, but had something rather more grenadey, to help out with this one. But she's stuck as is. «Senshi. Extract computer equipment. We will engage bees from here and try to keep their attention off the computers»

Posh considers a bit. «Oz- any chance you can control the mind of these…things? Make some of them poke each other, start some kind of frenzy?»

«Auto-Judge[]» Oz (#9314) rolls Intelligence (to Blackheart) for "Astral Perception Schtuff!":
1 2 2 3 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Oz (#9314) rolls Intelligence (to Blackheart) for "Perception KP 1!!":
1 1 2 3 4

Oz can see a thick mass of what appears to be awakened bees. The inside of the research barn is like a spotlight shining out into the night. Unsurprisingly, there are no other spirits in the area.

A quick slip in and out of the body is .. a small risk. The houngan leaving the meat for a moment, before coming back. And speaking into his comm.
«It is not one thing, ethi, it is many! .. There is one thing I may do, but.. it will be last thing I do tonight. I may let the Loa ride me and help you clear them..»
With the gunfire raking across the area, a group of bees breaks off from the little swarm of dancers and heads towards the elf and the ork who are so close to the ir young. LIttle bee tongues lap at the honey dripping from the waxy coating on the honeycombs as they get a little sugar in them for their attack!

Posh gives a quick nod to Sticks, trying to stay as close to him as possible, sighting her full auto SMGs on the approaching bees. "Oh GOD!" she squeals, utterly frightened, as she's attacked brutally by the bees!

«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 14 vs TN 3 for "Macro's readied attack":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 8 9 10 15 = 11 Successes
«Stats System» Invalid roll: Cannot find stat matching " cp:4".
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "bee parry":
2 4 5 5 14 = 4 Successes
«OOC» Blackheart says, "bee gets baped"

«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 5 + 4 vs TN 4 for "BEE Attack! 4M damage. + Venom 6S 1 turn onset. On Posh!":
1 2 3 3 5 5 5 7 9 = 5 Successes

Posh gives a quick nod to Sticks, trying to stay as close to him as possible, sighting her full auto SMGs on the approaching bees. "Oh GOD!" she squeals, utterly frightened, as she's attacked brutally by the bees!

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "NOT THE BEES!":
1 1 1 1 2 2 3 4 5 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat + Combat Pool: 3 - 3 vs TN 4 for "NOT THE BEES! KP 1":
1 1 1 2 4 4 11 = 3 Successes

«Plot» Posh says, "7M Stun + 8S Stun"
«OOC» Blackheart says, "ded"
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 5 + 4 vs TN 4 for "BEE Attack! 4M damage. + Venom 6S 1 turn onset. Last one on Posh":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat vs TN 4 for "AUGH":
2 3 4 4 4 8 8 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Same again."

Posh, despite her bee stings, is on a bit of an adrenaline high, her hands both sparking with electric energy as the high power capacitators built into her cyberlimbs bash into the bees. "HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?!?!" she screams. She's nearly losing it on the bees.

The bees are clearly not a match for the adept and the face as they punch and bo-staff them out of the air, despite the cloud buzzing in their faces!

«Plot» Krieg says, " Senshi will attempt to open the Locked Server closet. (Melee Complex)"

Commlink-Hook> Oz sends, « How far in are you, ethi? »
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Not as far as the anthroform unit »

«OOC» Blackheart says, "roll it. Barrier rating of 4"

«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Mechanical Arm Operation vs TN 4 for " TN4 base, +1 Visibility 1/2, -1 Stat target Punch 8M.":
1 2 2 4 4 7 = 3 Successes

«Plot» Blackheart says, “Door is damaged one more good hit and it’s down.”

«Auto-Judge[]» Oz (#9314) rolls Conjuring + 2 vs TN 5 (to Blackheart) for "F5 Loa of Ghede, +2 for summoning Loa of Ghede from Totem.":
2 3 3 4 4 5 5 = 2 Successes

It's the screaming that does it; Oz is a bad man, of this there can be no doubt. But he is petra and rada - left and right hand of Houngan. Which means, quite suddenly, he has opened the van and is striding out. From his broken tusked mouth pour revelations in or'zet; A shaman commands the spirits.
A houngan begs. Whispers and rattles in the aether announce that the Gods - have spoken back.
«I come.» He states, over the taccom. His voice strange and dark. «I am coming, Ethi!»

Posh pulls back frantically a bit. «We're keeping them occupied! Try to get what you need out of there!» She grits her teeth, against the pain of dozens of stings - forutnately they do nothing to her cyberarms at least, though she's going to have quite a swollen face and neck.

«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Gunnery + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 6:
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 5 = 0 Successes

<Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 4 vs TN 6:
1 4 4 10 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Mechanical Arm Operation vs TN 4 for " TN4 base, +1 Visibility 1/2, -1 Stat trgt. Punch 8M.":
1 1 1 3 3 5 = 1 Success

«OOC» Blackheart says, "the door gives way"
«OOC» Blackheart says, "and the smoke starts clearing the small bees out"

Senshi continues using his all purpose lock opening device on the door, fists, then begins looking over the contents when it finally opens to see if what we came for is here.

Through the haze of lingering bees and plumes of smoke, Senshi can see the server naked as can be. It will only take a few seconds to power it down with the codes supplied by the Johnson. The local copy of the surveilence footage is also there, ready to be extracted from the optical disc drive.

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « Objective found. »

Coughing from the smoke, Posh grunts in pain as she feels the bee stings all over her face. But fortunately, this is a perfect job for savior nanites - so that she won't be overly beestung by the time she gets back. "Let's get the drek out of here, Sticks!" once she hears Senshi's comand…after all, it's time to try to pull back.

A single, whispered word from the houngan: "Thrak."
And the Loa of Ghede dives to flesh. Scars flash to life across the houngan as his back arches, tusked mouth twisting from the sudden invasion; But he invited it. The scars wink like neon, crackling as the Loa settles into flesh. Clothes darken, a tophat sliding into existance like a cloud of smoke. Ghede closing 'his' eyes for a moment, as smoked glasses snap into existence. Blank white eyes open, and perfect white teeth are flashed.
A long, slow draw of air through borrowed nostrils. "Hello there, world." A cackling laugh, and he begins quickly running towards the others. He had one service to perform:
Save them.
«Plot» Krieg says, "Senshi will be powering down the system and preparing for retreiving the data..unfortunately that may take longer than the speed of Senshi's 2 passes."

============================> Initiative Listing <=============================
Combatant Name…………….. P1(B) P2(-10) P3(-20) P4(-30) P5(-40)
Krieg…………………….. 26 16 6 — —
Oz……………………….. 22 12 2 — —
Posh……………………… 16 6 — — —
BillyBob………………….. 15 5 — — —
Bees!…………………….. 9 — — — —

Senshi stays aware of the surroundings, the smaller Bees being drivne off by the smoke does help with reduceing the overall noise and thermal imprint around him.

Posh continues to clear her face, the pain of the beestings still consuming her attention. She moves to try to step back behind the doorway and attempt to inject herself with Savior nanites, hoping that the surface level pain will be faded to a level that no longer distracts her.

<Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Gunnery + Combat Pool: 8 vs TN 6 for " 10 round full auto 17D+":
2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 8 9 11 13 13 = 5 Successes
BillyBob, in the form of a Doberman defensive drone, fires a ten round burst into a large bee that he detects via ultrasound sensors. "Gonna take forever to clean all da bees outta this drone!"
Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Let's get the shit and git outta here, I'm tired of this! »

«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 5 + 4 vs TN 5 for "BEE Attack! 4M damage. + Venom 6S 1 turn onset. Distracted by smoke.":
1 1 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat vs TN 6 for "Ranged weapon in melee, smoke not a problem for thermo + ultrasound":
1 1 4 5 5 8 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body vs TN 4 for "Soaking needle":
1 2 4 4 5 5 5 9 17 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body - 3 vs TN 6 for "Soaking 6S venom":
2 3 3 3 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body - 3 - 1 vs TN 6 for "Soaking 6S venom KP 2 spent":
3 4 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body - 3 - 1 vs TN 6 for "Soaking 6S venom KP 4 spent":
3 3 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Take S from venom, but trauma damper to 5 medium."
«OOC» Blackheart nods, now the second
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls 5 + 4 vs TN 5 for "BEE Attack! 4M damage. + Venom 6S 1 turn onset. Distracted by smoke.":
1 2 3 4 5 5 5 13 20 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Posh nodnods.
«OOC» Blackheart says, "yowch"
Oz has disconnected.
«Watchfor» Oz (#9314) just disconnected from the game.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 8 for "Counterattack, CP":
1 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
Oz has connected.
«Watchfor» Oz (#9314) just connected to the game.
«OOC» Oz says, "BAAAH"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 8 for "Counterattack, CP reroll KP 5 spent":
1 1 4 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 7 8 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body vs TN 4 for "Soaking barb":
2 2 3 3 4 5 5 7 8 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Fully soaked. Now venom:"
«OOC» Posh says, "Can I use remaining combat pool on this soak vs venom or no?"
«OOC» Posh says, "I'm not sure"
«OOC» Blackheart says, "sure"
«OOC» Krieg says, "Posh and her pheramones,, bees everywhere"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body + 6 vs TN 6 for "Last soak":
1 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 7 9 10 10 11 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "L wound, soaked to stun."

Posh is assaulted brutally, however, her regrouping having been for not quite the correct choice. With guns in both of her hands, she makes the wrong decision when set upon the bees, and she gasps in agony as pain shudders through her, barbs lancing into both her shoulder and her plump thigh, a perfect target for a bee barb, just like she'd been fearing would happen.

«Plot» Posh says, "2 L stun, and 5 boxes physical. I'd like to autoinject activate my Stimpatch that I've been loading as my basic 'healthy drug.'"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342)'s Healthy Drugs (#10998) has the Voucher Item 2 Stimulant R8 (Injected) with the following information:
--—[ Shadowrun Denver ]-
==========================> Item 2 on Healthy Drugs <==========================
Item Name: Stimulant R8 (Injected)
Item Type: ITEM
Quantity: 30
Fractional OK: No
Clonable: No
Players Can Link: No
Created For: Posh (#11342)
Created By: Tindalos (#6719)
IC Location: Carried
-> Description for Item <-—-
This is as a stimulant patch, but in injectable form.

«Plot» Posh says, "So I will be suffering only +2 TN penalty from M Phys (5 boxes.) That would be my Free Action (Activate Cyberware). Is that acceptable?"

The two bees buzz down the honeycomb of the cube office, fleeing the smoke, when they come upon Posh, their friends on the right running into the deadly whirlwind of Macro's staff. Latching onto Posh, their abdomens thrust forward, deadly barbs scratching at her flesh, but not finding much purchase, though the stingers get caught up in her clothes and pull away, leaving two pulsing, football sized sacks of venom gushing over the elf's skin, soaking into her clothing and causing an allergic reaction!

«Auto-Judge[]» Oz (#9314) rolls 5 vs TN 2 for "FEAR! Against BEES. Success - number of Combat TURNS they flee.":
1 4 4 5 5 = 4 Successes

The Loa of Death, Laughter, and Greed walks, a proper walking staff appearing in his hand as he hurries towards where the Mortals make their stand against bees. BEES, of all things. It's too delicious! Ghede - in Oz's body - pauses at the sound, mouth stretching into a raucous grin of laughter. His face had, somewhere along the line, been painted with a floury white skull. And he lifts up the staff, the tiny ornamental skull atop rattling softly.
"Buzz off!" He laughs at his own piss poor pun.

The three remaining giant bees are scared out of their little minds as the shaman spins his voodoo magicks upon them. Buzzing back into the smoke rather than face the supernatural menace of the Loa, they disappear, leaving Posh with her pulsing venom sacks, the doberman shooting at their rears, and Macro smacking bugs as they try to sting his forehead. With the giant insects pushed away, Senshi easily has time enough to dismount the server's hard drives, and retrieve the optical security disc from the drives before the bees recover from their fright.

After retrieval Senshi immediately begins backtracking through the facility towards the exit.

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « Objective obtained, returning. »

Wounded badly by the exploding venom sacs, Posh tries not to swell up like a beach ball as her rather sturdy frame does its heroic best, injecting stimulant patch against the dizziness she feels, starting ot try to retreat from the facility and away from the bees. «Do we have…the component parts?» she asks, feeling in utter agony.

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « I believe so, regroup at the Vehicle. »

BillyBob rigs out of his Doberman and rigs directly into his Bison RV, driving through the gates and right up to the massive warehouse where the research facility was located. "«Git in quick! And don't take no bees inside fer frag's sake!" His Doberman drone is issued a single word command and it starts its return routine, rolling out with all due speed behind Posh.

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « I'm bringing the RV close, pop the door. »

Ghede-Oz leans on his cane, studying the hook with a look of faint disgust when Senshi goes trundling by. An eyebrow lifts, and the Loa flips a finger at it like a gun. Pkew. A finger dips down to nip up a dead bee, and bite at a leg idly. Hm. The Loa then moves - to sweep Posh right up onto his shoulder. Crazy loa strength. And then flash that bright white smile at Mac. "Service with a smile, guy. I've got the after party. You getting out yourself?"
Eyebrows waggle over dead white eyes. Even the accent is gone, replaced with something .. else. Either way, with or without, the Loa moves to exit the vicinity. Of course, it's when he starts climbing into the box that things go wrong-

Posh rushes over towards the van, at least as best as she can. "All right," she says. "We'll tell the J that we've got his prize. And that they should send in the bloody bombtrucks," she hisses, trying to hold back the pain. "Thank you both, ethi…I think you probably pulled me out of this one," she says, gratefully, to Oz and Mac. And at least this time…the bees don't get their way.

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Fuck the J, we need to renegotiate our fee, this was some bullshit! »
«Auto-Judge[]» Oz (#9314) rolls Charisma vs TN 5 for "D Drain! Service complete, possession ends.":
3 3 4 4 9 = 1 Success

Senshi gives Oz a quick scan, being uneffected by spiritual anything truely different? He then moves to the van and assures the others enter before embarking as well.

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Gettin' these bees out of my gas seals will take an entire weekend! »

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « I beleive the wax material that is still clinging to our equipment could be used for something. We should collect it for study. »

Ghede-Oz's dead white eyes roll up, and he collapses as soon as everyone is safe in the van. Scars fade back into existance, painted face disappears, tophat and smoked glasses dissipating like fog. Being a horse for the Gods is a hard way to live.

BillyBob's Doberman drone rolls up the rear of the Bison on the ramp. "Aw gawd it's got bees all in its wheels, that shit will take forever to get it, so gross. Keep off da carpet!" Once Posh, Senshi, Macro, and Oz are back aboard with the paydata, he goes squealing off down the back country roads. "They oughta nuke this shit like Chicago!"

Posh moves to collapse agains Oz, oozing venom and blood on the van as she needs to sleep off the effects of the stimpack. It's certainly not her preferred way to end out the evening…and she hopes to be as un-busy as a non-bee soon enough. "W…Whiskey…" she gasps.

Senshi returns to the back of the vehicle and a handhold for the Ride.

Krieg blinks a bit and unbelts from her seat, moving back to take a quick look over all the people who have entered the vehicle. She quickly puts on medical gloves. "We should attempt to decontaminate them in transit to reduce any chances of transfer."

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Wut, is venom contagious? »

Posh smiles gratefully at Krieg as she starts to unenvenop her damaged legs, the painful mixture of venom and pus spilling all over Billy's seats.

Hey, that's what he gets paid for. Even if you don't leave the van, sometimes the poison gets in.

Krieg takes her time removing and placing the various gooey things away from the incapacitates people. Checking the Unconscious ones to make sure they are not slowly dieing without our notice.
Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « The chemicals remain active untill counteracted. Physical contact is required. »

Posh opens an eyebrow at Krieg. "I am not ready for your death analytic procedure yet, Krieg," she says.

BillyBob withdraws back into captain's chair mode after his Strato-9 drone is re-captured by the drone loader on top of the fleeing RV. He observes the internal cabin. "Oh gawd, put a towel down! Ya'll are ruining my seats with that pus and stuff. I got a savior medkit in tha first aid, if you needs it."

"I believe you are more durable than these injuries are capable of overcoming." Krieg notes as she gets her medical gear ready.

«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Biotech + Task Pool: 1 vs TN 7 for "Medical Practice TN5+ dirtiness?":
2 3 4 5 5 8 10 = 2 Successes

Krieg treats the Posh as best the conditions allow, using some of the RVs supplies to clean her up.

After first aid is rendered, and the very hygenic RV gets back into the outskirts of town, the sun has long since set. Once notified, Stanley gives the address for the meetup. When you arrive at the destination, the ork is standing under a solitary streetlight, waiting for everyone to arrive.

Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « I do not know this contact, who will delievr the materials? »

BillyBob remains in captain's chair mode doing sensor sweeps of the area. "Hey is Posh up to snuff? We need someone to negotiate a better pay deal with this tusker before we hand over that breadbox."

Rather well patched up by Krieg's successful intervention, and with the pustules on her leg and shoulder removed, closed, and bandaged, Posh is a little livelier. "Well," she says. "All we've got left is to get back and get this computer to the J, right?" she asks. "I suppose we'd best make the dropoff, with our respects."
Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « I am not aware of the origion deal, the encounter did not seem overly violent. It was unususal. »

Senshi has places the server items in the back seat, ready for someone to take them to the J.

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « The deal was 100,000 , with a 20,000 bonus if we wiped the recordings. »

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « But I got cleaning costs! »

Stanley perks up as he sees the RV pull in. He'd been fidgiting with the stumps where two of his fingers used to be and he approaches the door, a cautious smile on his lips. "I trust everything went well?" he asks, his South African accent sounding optimistic as he does a quick head count. "Evryone back in one piece, that's always a good sign, now, about those haad drives."

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « Oh fuck he's outside the door. »

Posh gives a chuckle. "Well, everything went…reasonably," she says, nodding to Senshi, taking the hard drives if needed and presenting them to the target. "Here you go sir," she says. "And trust me. Go with the napalm." She shudders a bit. "No personnel able to be rescued."

"Ah, undastood," Stanley replies, taking the hard drive and the disc. He examines it and crushes it in his grip before letting the shards fall to the ground. "Here is your credit stick, a pleasure as always, Ms. Posh." He tucks the hard drive into his coat pocket and gives the others a courteous nod, his boot heel giving the optical disc's remains another grind into the pavement just for good measure before he turns back toward his car.

Posh gives a little tip from her brow with two fingers at Mr. Stanley with a smile. "All right, then," she says, with a quick grin. "And thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Stanely." She grins, as the van then pulls away, settling back for a bit of a relax.

BillyBob doesn't like meeting Johnsons or contacts so close to the Bison. Once the pleasantries are done, he speeds off into the night, switching paint schemes an dlicense plates and all that drek. "Terrible job! Turrible!"

Posh shakes her head at BillyBob. "No, it was a good one," she says. "And I've done research into that guy Stanley. He's solid. Besides, from a Johnson's perspective, knowing you have a Bison gives away nothing."

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