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GM: Darius
Players: Citan
Synopsis: Citan's decker contact got a nova-hot new cal-hot source jacked before he could even get it on the streets. He's pissed, and asks Citan to get it back for them.
Date: Friday, October 26, 2072, 4:50 PM
Citan gets a call from Holmes- he's pissed. "Knew I shouldn't have trusted that goddamn slot. Fragged me good. Listen, I just jacked a brand new cal-hot source, aint even hit the streets yet. And that drekhead beetle junky Jaws went and had his boys jack me for the datachip. I want it back, and I want them fragged back. You hear me? I want it done before they can cook that goddamn chip. Do me a solid, and there's nuyen in it for you, just get that source chip back." he says in the space of one breath.
Citan holds the com away from his ear for a moment. Damn, holmes is pissed like he hasn't seen the kid in a while. So pissed he was talking too fast for him to get all that. "Whoah. Take a breath and build a bridge, chummer. Some Beetlehead named Jaws stole a chip from you? is this slot stupid enough to be hangin in his usual haunt or am I going to have to do some searching?
"Frag if I know. Drek. Ok. He'll be looking for someone with a cooker to turn that source into slottables." Holmes informs Citan. "That is if he and his boys have a couple of braincells between them which is a goddamn push."
The Ork sighs and rolls his eyes. He's just walking down the street. he stops at a corner. "Dammit Holmes, you know I'm not as hip to all that decker slang as you are. You talkin about some kind of home fab lab, or does he need a bigger facility to cook that chip? If it's a portable lab, they could be anywhere. But if they need some special equipment, I might be able to track them down. And they might have a few chips there. What did yours look like, omae?"
"They're portable, but not just any deck will do. Need an encoder, and they aint cheap. Those drekheads don't have one. Tell you what, I got a list of names who can cook chips in this stretch of the 'rens. Go knocking on doors for me omae. You'll know jaws when you see him, he's got a goddamn metal face. Ork." he informs Citan. "Takes a few hours to cook the chips, if he's got any done by the time you find him you bring them back to me and I'll give you a bonus."
Citan thinks for a moment as he listens. "I'll call Jose and see if he has heard anything about someone needing an encoder. You can't find one at the Stuffer Shack, right? And then I'll go knocking on some doors. I'm down near the Rez right now, so shoot me that list and I'll start there. Say, this Jaws guy affiliated with anyone? things are delicate enough in the rens right now without starting up another gang war. But I'll see you at Los Locos tonight, I'll have Happy make his krill tacos again. i should have your chip by then."
"His 'gang' are mostly just beetleheads, some of my good clients. But these drekheads took a step too far this time." Holmes tells Citan. "Aint much loyalty between them, just that Jaws is bigger and has a bit of 'ware and beats the others into line."
Citan says "Right. If he's as much of a dweeb as you are, it shouldn't be too hard. heh. See you tonight, bud." Citan hangs up the phone, and speed dials his fixer friend Jose while he waits for the file to be sent to his com. Ring. Ring. "Yo, que pasa chummer? Some slot named Jaws got Holmes all bent over. Took a chip from him." A pause. "Yeah. they'll need an encoder to cook the chip or whatever. Has any stupid hoop with a cyberjaw come in asking for one?" It's worth a shot to try here first, but he has the sinking feeling he'll have to hoof it around town today looking for this guy."
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Etiquette vs TN 4:
2 2 3 = 0 Successes
"Sorry, you know I can't go round blabbing like that. What would my loyal customers think?" The fixer responds. "Hey, if its Beetles you're after though you know I can set you up. Any time."
Citan gives an exasperated sigh. "Jose, you work in a pawn shop. Your loyal customers buy used shoes from you. Today i'm looking for Beetleheads. I guess I gotta do this the hard way. Anyhow, if you see this Jaws guy, let me know, okay? See ya for game night, chummer." Click. Another sigh. He'll have to make a stop at his rented room and pick up some of his gear, but then, he will be ready to case the Rens. He'll keep his peepers open for Jaws while he travels. Who knows, he might bump into the guy on the street while he's making a run to Lucky Dragon or something. Right.
First name comes with an address, it's a little shop in saints territory. Other two are just names and places where pushers working for them might be found, mainly in the rez.
Citan starts with the Rez first then, since he is nearby. He walks those rund-down, vendor-crowded streets, trying his best to ignore the stink of the resivoir. He keeps his eyes and ears open for someone who looks to be a likely BTL vendor.
BTL Vendors aren't usually hard to spot in the 'rens. Where in more civilized parts of town they likely hang out in seedy bars or on street corners, here they lay some cardboard boxes full of chips ontop of a burned out jackrabbit hood, and sit there watching like a hawk with a shotgun in hand.
Like the one Citan has spotted near the ede of the market.
Citan stops at the first vendor he sees and peers down at the chips all laid out in pretty colors. "Morning, omae. Whats the good news?" He peers closer at the chips. "Say, i hear that some hot new stuff just hit the market around here. Heard anything about it yet? I'm curious to slot it and give it a try."
"Hot new stuff hits the market all the time, Omae. I got the red rage 5 here, got the nul sheen 5 too. I got sims where you smash skulls, sims where your skull is smashed. I got sex sims, I got full-x snuff. I got cal-hots. Name your poison."
Citan shakes his head. "Nah, this stuff is new new. Some cal-hot that has hardly hit the street. Not even been fully cooked yet. Rumor is, Jaws is working on getting it to the market." He watches the guy's reaction. Depending on how the reacts at jaws' name, he can either twist this guy for the info, or maybe bribe him with the carrot of messing with his competition.
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Etiquette vs TN 4 for "jedi mind trick":
1 2 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Etiquette vs TN 4 for "no whammies this time":
5 5 9 = 3 Successes
The guy looks nervous when pressed on the topic, and glances about to see if there's anyone with Citan. "Hey, Omae. Between you and me?" He says, lowering his tone. "I heard that T-Rez got his hands on a new source and was cooking up a batch as we speak." he tells Citan. "You get me a copy of that source, and I'll make it worth your time. You scan?"
Citan leans in closer to the guy and grins his most intimidating smile. It's pretty obvious that he is alone. But it is also obvious byhis bulky frame that he is an army of one. "Sorry chummer, I have to say that chip is spoken for. But if you tell me where I can find T-rez, I'll put in a word for you with my bud who wants his cal-hot back, and I
Citan says "I'll make sure that my friend gets it to you first. We green?"
The guy's grip on his shotgun tightens as the Ork leans in. Army of one or not, a face full of frag usually messes up anyone's day. "Who's your buddy?" he asks then.
Citan flicks his eyes from the shotgun to the dealer and very lightly shakes his head. "A console jockey who worked hard to get that source. I call him Holmes. But I'm sure he was planning to sell the code to a cooker himself. and once he'd got it set in some chips, I'll make sure he gets them to you first. So whats your name, bub?" he stands and eases off. He didn't intend to make this guy twitchy. Much,
The guy seems to consider it and glances about a bit. "Hey, man… Dreamer won't be happy if I take you up. You want that location, you gotta make sure I aint gonna get geeked."
Citan thinks for a few moments. "How much would it be worth to you? i can't exactly be making deals with Dreamer, you and everyone else in the biz. I might be able to get you to a safe place for a while. Or a little cash to make Dreamer a happier camper. Up to you."
The guy scowls a bit, and he looks left and right again. "Tell you what, you tell your buddy I'll push his chips instead of Dreamers- for a cut of the profits." the street vendor insists. He's a savy dealer, after all.
Citan grins widely and nods. "He was probably going to need a dealer anyhow. Come to Los Locos tavern tonight, and I'll introduce you to my friend and you can work out the details. It's on South Broadway." He extends a hand to shake. "We have an accord?"
"Da frags an a-cord?" the guy wonders, but shakes his head. "Whatever chummer, you got a deal. T-Rez works out of one of them half-built shopping complexes, out in Sunrise. Here." He retrieves a 'map' from hhis jacket which is really just a crudely drawn couple of land marks from the district. "He's hiring Blackhearts muscle, though."
Citan nods to the guy and thinks for a moment what he remembers about the Blackhearts. "Well, I'll worry about that part. thanks for the tip, chummer. Have a good one." He wanders back down the street in thought. There's probably two ways he can do this. He can go in and knock some heads and get the chip back. He could go and talk to T-rez and appeal to his biz sense. But that would likely cost more than this whole mess is worth. he chews on his lip as he starts to make his way toward Sunrise. He'd better case the place out first. See just who is there and what kind of muscle he's looking at. Perhaps he could devise a distraction that would draw the Blackhearts away. He ponders. Who is their biggest rival? Could he incite them to stir up a little trouble?
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Gang Identification vs TN 4:
2 2 3 = 0 Successes
Citan can't think of who would draw the Blackhearts out and away from the building T-rez is in. So he'll just have to try and sneak his way in and get the job done. So he goes to the place the BTL dealer described and finds a place somewhere across the street to scope the building.
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Stealth:
1 1 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 4 5
The mall doesn't really resemble a mall anymore. All of what were once windows are broken. Some are boarded up, some just have junk piled up against them as makeshift cover. There's a balcony overlooking a central pavillion, and stairs leading up to the second floor where all of the 'businesses' are located. A couple of brothels, some drug dens, a fixer and our man, T-Rez. From his position across the street, Citan can see there's a couple of guys at the top of the stairs- they were escelators once, but that function has long since been abandoned. Looks like they've spotted him, too, because they keep an eye on him. Of course, he might be a customer so they aren't about to start shooting for no reason.
Citan silently curses himself. they saw him. Well, all he can do is wing it at this point and maybe he can con them into letting him pass. So he walks over to the entrance like he has business there. He does. He starts his way up the escalators, making sure to not make too much eye contact with the guys.
They keep a careful eye on him as he makes his way up the steps- Citan will notice that the blackhearts guarding the place are mostly orks and humans. Apparently they haven't picked a side- yet. They keep a very careful eye on Citan, though. It's what they're paid to do, after all. This place is worryingly close to the edge of the warzone for somewhere with 'high value' businesses, so it's no wonder they pay top money for actual protection rather than the usual rate for 'protection'
Citan gives the guy a nod as he gets to the top of the stairs. Just a nod. then he gets past them (unless they find a reason to stop him) and makes his way down the mezzanine of the old mall. He does't hurry. he doesn't linger either. he just walks past the shops, trying his best to seem like he's shopping. he lingers in front of one of the brothels. but is really looking down a ways at what looks like some kind of electronics store. Which one would Rez be setting up shop in? Hmmm.
«OOC» Citan says, "maglock passkeys and sequencers pocSec, laser microphone.."
«OOC» Darius says, "What guns, specifically."
«OOC» Citan says, "MP5, and my cyber shotgun."
«OOC» Darius says, "What's the conceal on your MP5?"
«OOC» Citan says, "5"
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 4:
1 1 3 4
The guys fix Citan with long stares. They do not return the nod, as he passes by, and they watch him go. Up close, you can see one of the humans is holding an SMG, while the ork next to him is holding a shotgun.
Citan watches from the corner of his eye. But he goes into the electronics store before the guards change their mind about him. He hopes he got it in the first try. It would look pretty suspicious of him to be going inside every damn warez store in the mall.
Looks like he got it. There's a very large troll sitting on a (now crushed) much too small fold out chair, and a couple of humans in here. The troll is picking his nose, and one of the humans seems agitated. "How long does this fragging take?" he asks. The other one shrugs- he has a big stupid grin on his face, no doubt due to the personafix sticking out behind his ear. They all look towards Citan when he walks in. "T-Rez is busy. Frag off." The agitated human says. To emphasize the point, the troll rises from the chair with a creak. "Yeah. Frag off." it repeats, stupidly.
Citan almost grins to himself. All these slots are tripped on on beetles. Or just stupid. Holmes was right. Instead, he scowls at the troll especially. "Well, if you guys are gonna treat me that way, fine. I was asked nicely as a consulatant to come here and give T a bit of help, make things go a bit faster. But if that's the kinda welcome I'm going to get, frag off then. But T-rez is gonna be pissed that he's gonna have to do that cooking all by himself. Who do you think he'll take it out on first?" He crosses his arms. "I'll give ya a m oment to reconsider."
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Negotiation vs TN 6 for "i should specialize in fast talk.":
2 5 5 = 0 Successes
The big troll looks concerned, the tripped out human doesn't seem to give a shit, but it's the talky one who responds. "I dunno. T and Jaws didn't mention any 'cosultant'" he says, and scratches the back of his head. "I better go ask him. You two idiots stay here and watch him." and with that, he'll make his way towards the back room.
Citan looks annoyed. Which is natural enough since his con didn't work. He looks between the two left behind. Well, he did manage to get rid of one of them for now. So much for being subtle. Once he is alone with Beavis and Butthead, he steps over to the human who is on the Happy Soft. "hey Chummer, whatcha slotting?" He activates his shock hand and reaches up and gives a friendly tap to the guy's head, right on the slotjack.
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Reaction vs TN 2:
2 3 3 4 5 9 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 7 vs TN 6:
2 4 4 4 5 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 5 vs TN 4:
1 2 3 3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Initiative with a result of 10.
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 1 for "+5 Human":
4
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 1 for "+5 Troll":
2
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Brawling vs TN 4:
5 5 5 7 7 10 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "What the!? Counterattack. Can't use CP as he failed on surprise.":
1 3 4 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Darius says, "TN was 4, he gained 3 successes but Citan has 3 net."
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 7 + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "Soaking 8M damage, attacker has 3 net successes":
1 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Darius says, "He takes an L wound."
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 7 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 6 for "Soaking 8S Shock Damage, Impact Armor applies half.":
1 1 3 3 4 4 5 5 10 13 16 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 7 + Combat Pool: 4 - 3 (Successes) vs TN 6 for "Soaking 8S Shock Damage, Impact Armor applies half. KP1":
2 2 2 4 5 9 9 13 = 3 Successes
Citan should have given him a little more than a friendly tap. He was hoping the shock would have gone right to the guy's brain through the slotjack. He is surprised to discover it doesn't work like that. Huh. Ya learn something new every day.
The guy is too surprised to react to the attack more than flinch away from it slightly so he ends up just getting clipped across the head. He continues grinning stupidly, as he says, "Wrong Move, Chummer."
The troll, meanwhile, is even slower to react and his face is one of confusion. Why is the consultant hitting the chiphead, it doesn't make any sense!
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 1 for "+5 Human":
9
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 1 for "+5 Troll":
4
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Initiative with a result of 16.
Citan needs to take out Chipheadquick, before he and Beavis can gang up on him. This time he doesn't hold back, and he slides in close to the guy and punches his hard in the stomach with his shock hand again.
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "suckerpunch!":
1 1 1 1 2 3 4 4 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "Counterattacking, light wound":
1 1 2 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 7 vs TN 4 for "Soaking 4S":
1 2 3 4 4 5 7 = 4 Successes
«OOC» Darius says, "Takes another L"
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 7 + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 6 for "Soaking 8S, half impact":
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 7 + Combat Pool: 3 - 1 (Succ) vs TN 6 for "Soaking 8S, half impact KP2":
1 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 11 = 1 Success
«OOC» Darius says, "Takes an M wound."
«OOC» Darius says, "Putting him at 5 total boxes."
"AAaauugh!" Cries out the chiphead as electricity surges through him from the shock hands, and he pulls a knife when it passes. "Frag this guy up you idiot!" the chiphead yells at the Troll. Seems the surge has snapped him out of his personafix trance, at least for now, as he lunges the knife towards Citan's throat.
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 6 for "attacking Citan, +2 from M wound":
2 2 3 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 6 for "attacking Citan, +2 from M wound KP3":
1 3 3 4 4 4 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Brawling vs TN 4:
1 1 3 4 4 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 7 vs TN 4 for "Soaking 4S Damage":
1 1 1 4 4 5 10 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Darius says, "He takes another L wound, now at S"
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 7 + Combat Pool: 1 vs TN 6 for "Soaking 8S, Half Impact":
1 2 3 4 4 5 5 14 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 7 + Combat Pool: 1 - 1 (Success) vs TN 6 for "Soaking 8S, Half Impact KP4":
1 2 2 4 5 8 11 = 2 Successes
Citan frowns, still not being as effective as he would like. he's going to have to find a way to fix that. But a good thrusting kick to the stomach should finish him off.
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Hitting Citan with a pipe":
1 3 3 4 11 = 2 Successes
The Troll crumples, sputtering, as his attack is stopped short by a strike to the sternum. He drops the blade and collapses to his knees, winded. The troll, slow to react but definitely in the fight now, swings what appears to be most of a car exhaust at Citan.
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4:
3 4 4 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Darius says, "You're soaking 12M Damage, reduced by your Impact armor rating. type +prove impact"
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) has the Armor Rating Impact with the value '0 (3)'.
«OOC» Darius says, "So, TN 9, you need 4 successes o fully soak."
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Body vs TN 9 for "used up my combat pool earlier":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
Citan is hit with the pipes from some kind of car. His head twists back and he suddenly feels tired and exhausted. ((:D)) the world spins for a moment.
Citan shakes it off and runs up to the troll. No more playing around. he hits as hard as he can right in the troll's breadbasket. Shock hand active.
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Brawling vs TN 6:
1 2 2 3 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Counterattacking":
1 2 2 2 4 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Body vs TN 9:
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 5 11 16 = 2 Successes
The Troll takes a step back away from the charging orc, and then he brings back the pipe to baseball swing it at his face as he overshoots the mark. Lucky for Citan, it's only a glancing hit that sort of scrapes the top of his head, drawing blood from his scalp and stinging. But it could have been worse.
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Initiative with a result of 13.
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 1 for "+5 Troll":
4
Once the world stops spinning and resolves back into a single image, Citan bares his teeth and knows he needs to hit had. taking down a troll is always a challenge. But maybe he should reserve some of his energy for avoiding being hit in the first place. He risks sacrificing power for agility as he tries to clock the troll in the breadbasket. He sorely wishes he could just shoot the trog, but that would bring down Blackhearts on them real quick. He is making far too much noise in this scuffle as it is already.
«OOC» Citan says, "Still going to use Close Combat maneuver. saving CP to dodge or soak."
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 1 vs TN 6:
1 3 3 3 4 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 5 + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "Ru-Roh":
1 1 2 3 4 4 5 5 8 9 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Body + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 9:
1 1 1 1 2 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 7 10 = 1 Success
This time, Citan doesn't receive a grazing blow to the scalp. This time, the ork smashes him straight in the face with the muffler part of the metal pipe he seems to have reclaimed from the car. Bright lights dance in front of his eyes, and blood pours from his nose. He may have broken a tusk. But the bright lights fade, along with the rest of the world, as it all goes to black.
Citan actually spins around in a full circle before he crumples to the ground in a heap of limbs.
The Troll grabs Citan by the leg once he's knocked out cold, and then drags him outside. He gets a few glares from the blackhearts as he drags Citan down the escelator steps giving him a few more bangs and bruises from the rough treatment. Once outside, he tosses the unconscious Ork into the street, "An stay out." The troll grunts, and then plods back inside.
Citan drools. "………………………………"
«Plot» Darius says, " You'll regain consciousness in a few hours. Gonna roll to see if you get robbed in the mean time. Roll body with a TN of 8, to see how long you're out."
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Body vs TN 8:
1 1 1 2 2 2 2 2 5 23 = 1 Success
«OOC» Darius says, "Looks like a full hour."
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 3 vs TN 5 for "Is he robbed?":
2 4 9 = 1 Success
An hour later, Citan wakes to find himself alive, at least. With the worst headache of his life. Dried blood cakes his face and he may have swallowed a tooth. His pocsec, SMG and shoes are gone.
Citan comes too, and almost wants to stay asleep. It hurts less. He opens his eyes. It's still daytime? he hasn't been out too long then. Good. He groans and spits out a fragment of a tooth. "Fraggit. that was really stupid." Today he has learned a valuable lesson. If your bluff fails, you can't fight you way out of things unless you are Han Solo. He sits up on the sidewalk and thinks, and notices his shoes are gone. "Aw hell. Really?"
Citan pats himself down to see what else might be missing. His MP5, his PocSec, and his pride. He groggily stands up, winces from the pain and thinks about h is next course of action. Jaws has to come back to pick up his merch, right? Maybe he can ambush him then and take it. He needs to check the rear of this mall and see if there is a side entrance. He should have done that to begin with, but he was confident he could roughthose guys up.
«OOC» Darius says, "Alrighty, gonna scope out the building? Perception test. Your wounds apply a -3 modifier to your roll."
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Intelligence:
2 2 5 9
Citan sighs and curses several people and things in a few languages. he decides to just hunker down at the bus stop across the street and wait to see if Jaws shows up and what the situation will look like. Sitting around and nursing his wounds for a few hours couln't hurt either
It's a couple of hours till Jaws makes his way out of the Mall. The troll is with him, as well as the pair of humans that had been guarding the main entrance. The human is nursing a black eye and a fat lip from the two rounds he went with Citan earlier.
Citan has decided to play No More Mister Nice Ork. He's had it. And if this shock and awe method won't work, he's giving up, and telling Jose to be more careful about who he makes deals with. He tries to lurk in the shadows and follow these guys, paying close attention to Jaws. What would he be carrying these chips in?
«OOC» Darius says, "Alrighty. You were waiting at the bus stop and just spotted the full entourage- Jaws, 2 humans (One still nursing bruises from the beating you gave him) and troll."
Citan does his best to look unobtrusive and ignorable as he sits there and tries to discretely watch. He has a desperate, last ditch plan in mind, but he's going to have to be able to make his way through the entourage to Jaws to pull it off. He looks at how the group is situated and waits for them to get past him. He is actually almost thankful that his shoes were stolen because it should make his approach quieter.
Jaws walks alongside the troll carrying a sports bag in one hand and the exhaust pipe in the other, the two humans walking behind him. The uninjured human is ridiculing the one Citan beat up.
Citan stands and strwetches, still aching a hell of a lot, but his rage is starting to dull the pain a little bit. He watches to make sure that Jaws and his buddies seem to be heading in a specific direction. Then he starts to hoof it around the blood behind them. He wants to get ahead of them and be able to jump out as they pass the next intersection and literally jump on Jaws and tackle the hoop.
Once he has done the running, and the wincing as he trod his bare feet down on some gravel and other sharp trash, he pants slightly and leans against the wall for a moment. He listens for the sound of their approach. With a twist of his wrist he loads and cocks the shotgun barrel in his arm (ready weapon action). In his other hand, he pulls his vibro knife and turns it on. No more Mr Nice Ork. He takes a deep breath and waits for them to pop up around the corner.
It's a few moments before they arrive. Citan got a decent lead on them by hoofing it, and they certainly don't expect him to be back. They're talking among themselves about how much scrip they're going to make off this deal.
Citan waits until he sees Jaws come around the corner and then he makes a running charge at the guy. Knife in one hand, the other held out at a strange angle, wrist flipped up. One might even see his wrist detatched from his arm a little bit and a round hole there. He tries to just ram into Jaws and tackle him. He wants to get his arm around his neck and his cybergun shoved into his face.
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Reaction vs TN 5:
2 3 4 5 5 8 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 7 vs TN 4 for "Dafuq?":
1 1 1 3 4 5 10 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 2 for "+7 Jaws Init":
1 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Initiative with a result of 11.
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) has the Armor Rating Ballistic with the value '0 (5)'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 5 vs TN 6 for "Close Range, Target Running":
2 2 3 3 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 5 vs TN 6 for "Close Range, Target Running KP1":
3 4 4 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Body vs TN 3:
2 3 3 4 4 4 5 8 9 10 = 9 Successes
As Citan comes flying out of the alleyway, Jaws turns and drops the case he was carrying, reaching to draw a gun. He fires a frantic shot at the charging orc, but only succeeds in pissing him off.
Citan was fully prepared to tackle jaws and put a gun to his head and demand the bag. And Jaws would have had to hole that his buddues did just what Citan asked, or his brains would decorate the street. Then shit would get very, very real. But just as he is about to tackle the steely-jawed ork, things get easier. Instead od tackling the ork, Citan bends down as he runs past the surprised group of thugs. He tries to snatch that duffel and haul ass.
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Quickness + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 5:
1 1 2 3 3 3 4 5 9 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 5 vs TN 4:
1 2 3 5 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 6 vs TN 4:
1 1 1 3 5 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 6 vs TN 6:
1 1 4 5 5 15 = 1 Success
«OOC» Darius says, "Alrighty, you beat them all on quickness. Now run like a motherfragger."
As the case is snatched, Jaw's eyes go wide with surprise, then narrow with anger. "KILL THAT FRAGGER!" He commands his goons, and starts giving chase.
Citan runs like a motherfragger! Run, Citan, Run
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Initiative with a result of 13.
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 2 for "+7 HUman 1":
3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 2 for "+5 HUman 2":
1 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 2 for "+5 Troll":
5 19
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 2 for "+7 Jaws":
3 5
«Plot» Darius says, "Order is Troll + Jaws > Human 1 > Citan > Human 2"
Citan is going to just focus on running, try to ignore the pain in his feet when he runs on some glass or gravel, and trust in his armor and luck to not get geeked in the back.
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 5 + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 7 for "Medium Range, Target Is Running +2":
1 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Darius (#9060) rolls 5 + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 7 for "Medium Range, Target Is Running +2 KP2":
1 1 1 1 2 3 4 5 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Body vs TN 3:
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 16 = 7 Successes
The troll, ruefully, puts away his beatstick and reaches over his back to grab an oversized hunting rifle. Jaws, meanwhile, takes another pot shot at the quickly retreating Citan- but that's the bad thing about pistols. Short range, and Citan has already covered a dozen meters in his flight. The bullet grazes Citan's shoulder, but doesn't slow him down. "IM GONNA FEED YOU TO THE GHOULS YOUR MOTHERFRAGGER!" screams the enraged beetlehead.
Citan runs full out, panting and puffing. his eyes scan for an alley to duck into, some place he can weave around and lose them and their bullets. Maybe even find a hiding spot. Too bad there's no busses or taxis in this run down territory.
«Auto-Judge[]» Citan (#8912) rolls Intelligence:
3 4 4 5
A few more bullets sail past Citan. One comes dangerously close to splitting his noggin right open but bounces off the brickwork of a nearby wall instead. His skull is pounding from the beating he took, he feels sick, he feels faint. But he manages to duck into an alleyway with his prize and wind his way around back to the rout to the Rez. Even a bunch of beetleheads aren't dumb enough to charge guns-blazing into the one bastion of neutrality in the warrens. Citan is on the home stretch.
Citan thinks his feet might be bleeding and he has a stich in his side, but he can't help but grin. He got away. he got the loot. he had better have gotten the loot. He will check it once he has a place to lay low. And the first thing he'll get once he knows he has the chips are a pair of new shoes.
The chips are there- not only the cooked ones, but Jaws was dumb enough to leave the source in there with them. He's saved Holmes the time it'd take him to cook them himself. And hey, Citan found Holmes a new pusher, too.
Citan waits until he catches his breath and is sure that they didn't pursue him. He checks in ther bag and nods to himself and mutters. "Sue went through a lot of fragging trouble for these. they better be worth it. then shoes. then home to wash up. later that evening, he meets his buds at his faovrite dive, Los Locos. He nearly throws the duffel at Holmes. He is bruised up, has a shiner or two and generaly looks like he got hit by a bus. "there. Be more careful next time, omae. Oh, a friend will be here soon. He did me a favor, so you need to talk buz with him
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