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Title: Gun fight on the CFS Train Line
DM: Indrakashi
Players: Mud. Teutonic. Posh. Feather. Hunni.
MPRI had been quiet as of late, maybe even Wars got quiet around holidays, or they didn't have any thing 'odd' to handle. Then suddenly the MercNet is flooded with work offers from them for California again. Something must be going on, as they all seem to focus on stopping rearmament attempts by CFS forces. Specifically, the job on the table to consider here? Some thing involving a -Train-. People may consider it odd to think of a train being used to move cargo, but it's pretty economical in a place like California. You can stop them any where along the tracks, and are much easier to maintain then the highway system of old. Sides, when you place weapons on a train to get it some where, and it's -also- a passenger train? You can safetly assume, no one will use missiles to demolish it. They don't want to risk myriad forces..
Thus, today's job offer will lead those interested to the MPRI office in the FTZ.
Posh gives a little grin as she hears of a Train, and that the Mercnet is active again. "Perhaps I'll be able to make myself properly useful now," she says, thoughtfully, looking over at her armory case that Katherine from IWS arranged for her, and that she's had installed into her low-observable stash in the Castle Rock Keeps. Ahh, freedom.
The elf arrives with Feather, a soykaf in her hand and a big smile on her face. "Last time I came in here," she says. "I was badly unprepared. No proper gear. This time, things will be different."
Mud slinks in, "Dog love's ya'll, Dawg…" to everyone as he slinks in, nearly late and finds a spot along the wall, to bette assesnse the meeting.
And then there's Feather. Who is she? Somebody. Does she have a rep? Not in this city. She flanks Posh, standing to her left and to the rear slightly. If she has a face, one can't see it. She came here on a motorcycle, and her tinted helmet remains on her head. She's not very talkative, this one, seeming to lot the Brit do the talking for her.
Teutonic hasn't ever been to California except for that one time for the trip from Japan. That's it, that's the sum of his experience in the FTZ and it was short. So it's all foreign to him and he certainly has no contacts here. However, the job paid well and SK certainly loves getting dirt on people. So onwards to greener and bloodier pastures he goes. Arriving, he heads in behind the rest in his usual corporate suit and nods, "Evening."
Posh glances around at the others who arrive, and so she steps into the office of the merc outfit in the FTZ. She looks in, with a bit of a smile, looking around at the austere place, seeming out of place already. She's tres chic in a milspec world now, baby. And she looks a little lost, soft where others are hard, looking around at the patriotic banners proclaiming the UCAS as the home of freedom, a little smirk showing on her face.
MPRI as always, for those who have been here before, has that paper work to fill out for basic information. Wait a while, enjoy the complimentary coffee and listen to the flow of traffic. Apparently MPRI has new contracts in ..The Phillipines. It would explain the fact they weren't offering so many jobs on MercNet. Alot of work they were shifting new resources for..and then! THEN! You get called into a conference room, where a projector is running, and a single MPRI Officer, possible former Staff Officer for UCAS, is standing.
"Wonderful, no one was flagged as a Humanis Operator, or a Cali Insurgent trying to find out intel here in Denver on new arms deals."
He begins, and then switches the project to display images.
"The train you are seeing here runs from Tijuana, across the entirety of California. It's a multinational owned line. Thus no one can strike it with assets that would risk damage to the passenger compartments."
He says, using a laser pointer to show where he means. About the back 2/3's are Passenger, the front end is …suspiciously armored.
"Nominally, the front end of the train was to be for cargo and a security force to deal with any raiders or paracritters. Unfortunately, through political drek, CFS forces have secured it, and are planning to run it, and a load of ordinance, right into their own lands."
Posh realizes she'd been imagining the patriotism of the trimmings, and then shakes her head, turning her attention to the briefings. As the briefing begins, saying nobody can strike it with assets that would risk damage to the compartments, she waits for the actual goal of the mission to be demanded, and price. Price. Nuyen. Posh is thinking about nuyen. Yummy, yummy nuyen.
Mud finds the free coffee and pours as much sugar and creamer into a cup as he can (like half the cup) and makes a nearly inebible sludge in a styrofoam cup. Then he downs it like milkshake and makes himself another. He's largly uniformed on the current political situation, his knowledge of the zone is more about geography and tribes of the areas.
The man drones on for a while on the situation, but it can be summed up as this:
"We need a team to board at Tijuana like normal passengers, move up to the cargo segment, and detatch the passenger segment. It'll keep the civvies out of the danger zone. Then you need to clear the freight segment. We estimate there is some twenty CSF security personnel inside. It'll be cramped. No explosives, no AV rounds."
He says, glancing at Posh, the only one who has taken jobs from MPRI.
"Clear it, and then hardwire the train to it's maximum speed. They'll have it diverted to a military encampment some where. Let it arive nearing Mach One. It'll take out two birds with one stones. Plow right off the tracks when they run out, and explode. Once you've taken out the security team and frakked up the controls. Find a way off before it meet it's destination. Fifty Thousand Nuyen each." He says.
Posh nods. "No explosives, no AV rounds," she says, thoughtfully. "All right. We'd love to smuggle a packet of gear with us - we have our own assets to do so," she says, "But if you have resources for us to bring our non-volatile, non-antivehicular gear with us, that'd be a hoot," she says, with a nods. "All right. Twenty CSF personnel inside the freight segment. So to be clear, we crossover from the passenger segment, to the freight segment, and detach from inside the freight segment?" she asks.
Mud says "I'm gonna need some better armor gear than I usually use on the street, for sure." He rubs his chin, considering. He's a little twitchy and nervous, to be sure. Damn rookies. He asks, "They got any magical guardians on this train?"
The man doesn't seem to annoyed, since how often do you need to consider trying to stop a MagLev right?
"We have transportation to Tijuana, and your boarding passes. There is unlikely to be any mages. They are..rare." Especially given California is a warzone, most stay in Corp Facilities where it's safe out there.
Teutonic saunters in and signs the paperwork as Yuri Ivanorich before heading back and listening. He nods silently and looks at the map, "Do you have any of this on memory chip? Any internals on the train? Recent satellite recon footage?" He crosses his leg and waits.
Posh nods at the man, a little thoughtfully. "All right. Indeed. Can we also get any information on the train's model, manufature, anything that might help in bringing it to a halt from the control compartment too?" she asks, with a smile. "Aside from that, I think we're the ones for your job," she says, looking around at the group. "All right. I'd love to bring you all for a moment by my stash. I've got a few extra things for everyone I think could be useful," she says, beaming pleasantly at the rest. "Then we'll be on our way to the site in a jiff," she suggests.
Mud makes sure he gets the last of the coffee and puts the pot back on the burner and doesn't turn it off, just adds more cream and sugar. "I am gonna be mighty relieved when I hear the plan we have for gettin' off the train without becomin' bone soup…." he mutters as he looks to follow Posh. Right Posh, Alpha Dog for this Mission, he waits to follow her, looking sullen.
The Man looks at Posh and slowly blinks his eyes, she's still as odd as she was the first time she came in.
"No, we doubt it's any original parts. If we had all the answers, we wouldn't pay you to think on the seat of your pants, now would we?"
He points out, and goes to begin giving out the Security passes to get to the Denver Airfield, with all the kit they want, and their ride out to Tijuana waits.
Feather finally speaks. She had dutifully filled in some nonsense during entry, not even bothering to put down the details of one of her fake SIN. Why risk burning a perfectly good fake. If they really need more than that, she figured, they wouldn't be in the market for expendable, deniable shadow assets.
"I need specifics on what I will be able to bring aboard the train." She has a really thick Chinese accent; it's hard to place anything more specific while she's speaking English. "I have a case. 130 centimeters by 30 centimeters by 15 centimeters. Non-descript, black, impact-resistant material with a strap. Equipped with chameleon cloaking. Is security lax enough to bring that aboard?" What's in the case? Who knows. And then she stops. She may not talk much, but her words are harsh, clipped, and to-the-point when she does speak.
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "If your equipment can fit in a suitcase. You can bring it. You just need to look like passengers when you board."
Teutonic turns to grab his chip and insert it into his head without much ado about it, "I believe that was his way of saying 'for 50 grand, you need to figure it out yourselves.'" He closes his eyes a second as the data uploads and nods, "Alright, I got the mission details and info locked away if anyone needs anything. We should go reach the security. I could try my data broker see if he has heard anything."
Posh nods. "Indeed. In order to tackle a job like this," she says. "I'd have to bring a nice duffel bag full of goodies, from my stash," she explains. "I mean, I'm happy to try to smuggle it aboard, but after all, this is a military mission. If we are expected to pull this off with pistols, that will be a challenge. But I am interested in, oh, you know, the odd dual-charge concussion/flash grenade, maybe one or two of those, a weapon selected appropriately for each of those who use guns, that sort of thing, perhaps. Ammo." She grins. "Is small arms explosive ammo acceptable?"
"Both concussion and flash grenades have a concussive radius. I would not risk that on a train filled with ordnance. Better to err on the side of caution," Feather rattles off matter-of-factly. Sounds like she knows a tiny bit about that. "Smoke and flash-paks will give us cover." She glances at the other runners. "Who has thermographic capabilities?"
Posh frowns a bit as she hears the man, resting a hand on her hips, and then nods. "All right," she says, looking to the others in the group. "Let's be particularly careful when it comes to the use of any explosives," she says, glancing at Feather for a moment. "Well, I sure don't," she says.
Mud follows along with the crew, muttering, "Yeah, a fifty K problem that if we don't hav a solution before we hit the Denver airfield, I ain't even gettin' on the plane. Ain't no amount o money worth a suicide run…." He looks over at Feather, "Thermowhutnow?" He scratches his bald head, acting dumb.
Teutonic makes a call While they walk, it takes some time, the energetic voice on the other side talking about unrelated things. Finally it ends and he shrugs, "Well, They don't have any established security protocols. Welcome to Tijuana he said."
Posh shakes her head. "Let's boil down what the problem is. We've got to get on the train looking like passengers, and then neutralize twenty men, after making our way through a passenger compartment. That means no big armor, no heavy weapons anyway," she says, with a smile. "All right. I can pick up a pair of Ares Protectors - briefcase guns," she explains. "We just have to look like not a threat," she explains, nodding to Teutonic. "All right. We have to think about the problem, and think about how we're going to solve it, before we worry about extraneous information. Once we get through the passenger car, then we have to do two things: neutralize the twenty soliders so that we can destroy the controls. What about some sort of…sensory interfernece? A big distraction, to make it easier to send someone to sneak through?" she asks.
Teutonic Looks over at Posh and shakes his head, "Let's try this again." As they walk by a stall selling sombreros he takes one and puts it on. "Welcome to Tijuana. Where the only law appears to be don't get shot."
Mud says "If you think one person could do it, I could cloak someone in invisibility to try and bypass those twenty men, but there's likely to be locked doors with pairs of guards, and I don't think that's a good call strategically… Do ya think I could get my mossberg and bat through security? Maybe disguised as golf clubs?" He shakes his head, feeling *way* out of his element. "Hey, why don't we just kick the passengers out of the last passenger car, fight our way through the twenty guys, wreck the controls, retreat to the last car, and detach it… arrange for a pickup somewhere along the route."
Posh shakes her head. "Not your mossberg, but I can just nab you a short-barrel version of it that you would have no problem with. It won't have the fancy mods you've got, or any grips, but at least it will be small enough, and familiar," she says, giving a smile at Teutonic, unable to keep a grin at her face. "Heh. Are we acting this out, then?" she asks, lifting an…"Oh." She grins. "Well, we can /bring/ the Great Dragon, perhaps, but it won't do us much good," Seh says. "Umm, you'd probably look more strange if you didn't have a shotgun," she says, to Mud.
"If we do complete the mission and find ourselves stranded on an abandoned rail car in California, what happens when it's done? How do we return?" Feather asks.
Feather pages: Feather will depart for a while to grab some gear before she boards the plane. She's swapping out her 20 EX Ex arrows for 20 standard arrows. She'll also bring her medkit for one of the other people to carry.
Posh grins. "Well," she says. "We've established we can take the weapons we need," she says. "What we have to have for this one is a good solid plan." She chuckles a bit. "Wait a minute…" She ponders for a moment. "We're going at this all wrong. We've thought of the passengers as passengers." She grins. "These are -Azzie- passengers. Somehow, someway, we have to make them attack the people in the armored freight section, before attacking the men in the compartment," she says. "Maybe if we found some way to sabotage the train, or block the toilets."
When people sort their kit, and arrive at the airfield, there's a Cessna, nothing big, nothing fancy, MPRI and their Pay Masters don't need CSF getting aware of the situation. It's a nice boring flight to Tijuana, landing at one of the few air fields that may pass as 'in a good area'. For now. Times change. Awaiting is a Van with TAXI written on it fading black letters on horrid yellow paint. There a man in the back, with a MPRI Logo.
"We got your tickets. Half way up, in the ..less then comfortable area. No beds, just benches. Less people. Your car has a private bathroom..if you feel squeamish about changing in front of each other.
He explains..before handing over..honest to god, paperwork..actual paper, their passes. Then a small radio beacon for each.
"You turn these on, we dispatch a Helo to find you."
Posh frowns as Feather had said that not even concussion or flash grenades would work on this one, and she frowns. So, she'd brought nothing at all except a good old fashioned pair of Ingram Smartguns. Nothing like the classics. Anyone else who'd wanted to nab a basic firearm from a corporate catalogue had been permitted to get something from Posh's stash, with a friendly demand, or a stern request, that any unfired ammunition or the like be returned after the job. She nods as she looks at the radio beacon. "Well, that's comforting at least," she says, glancing to Feather. "Well," she says. "I think the two of us should stick quite close, regardless. We can cover each other to some extent."
Backup, or an insurence policy by the hire. Hunni arrives. She steps out of the bathroom, perhaps that's where she'd had her stuff stashed in the end and adjusts her coat covering the armor she wears beneath, a small laptop bag slung over her shoulderr. The asian woman with the too-blue cyber eyes waits, looking out for the rest of the team to enter and signalling for them to follow when prepared. All business in her work persona.
Mud stuffs a weighted truncheon into his suitcase to go along with his sawed off mossberg. "I say this… I say this to you Posh… How about I start us off whit my plan to takes the front train car…. You's gonna love this…" He shifts nervously from foot to foot. "I dance to forward car, and use my dance to summon a big wind spirit, open door…" He shrugs as to which door, leaving that to the tactical experts. "Then I tell it to clean out enemy from train… And gunduam follow behind lickty split to take advantage of carnage… Bang Bang."
Teutonic packed very light, only a single briefcase. He nods at the man and takes his pass before slipping it in hjacket pocket. "Well this should be fun." He listens to the plan and shrugs, "We should probably find a way to synchronize taking the front with dropping the passengers because as soon as we drop the passenger cars they will know something is wrong."
The taxi will drive them to the station..where the laughable customs mostly waves people through, it's simply not a damned problem of theirs with the CSF having just recently loaded the front part of the train with ordinance, and armed it. So now the group finds them selves in their booked car, half way through the passenger sections towards the armored train segment. It's pretty empty through out the train. Seems most every one else is booked in the first class, which rides in the rear. Soon enough the train begins to fwish along, a soft whisper of magnetic drives. Good bye Tijuana.
Feather doesn't say much. It's about 60 degrees F tonight in TJ, so she doesn't look completely insane with the cheap scarf that partially obscures her face. On her back is slung the case she had mentioned earlier, about 4' long and 1' wide, though the black material makes it look like a pretty standard impact-resistant case for some uncertain piece of gear. Her helmet is held under arm, what looks like a pretty standard motorcycle helmet, the same color as her now slate gray riding suit. No loud statements for the moment. She doesn't think she's particularly subtle, but if she can ratchet it down a notch or two until the fireworks start, she'll take it.
And she simply trails behind Posh: to the plane, onto the train. As she sits there in the car, hearing Mud's plan, she stares with brown eyes, no response given. Now that you actually see her face, she's clearly Chinese, Manchu if one is particularly adept at spotting Chinese ethnic groups.
Posh glances around as she sees Tijuana disappear, and then gives a brief look to Feather. "So," she says, looking a little towards the front of the train car. She gives a little shrug. Perhaps it's time to head up there, and see about disengaging.
The 'other' asian actually tries not to scoff at Mud's little rant before she calmly nods to the others and taps her ear to indicate she has her taccom on. "You are not wrong. I and whoever is willing should attack immediately, if only to hold them back. The others should disconnect the train car."
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Shall we have a look around first or just head up towards the…does a train have a bow? »
«Plot» Hunni says, "Hunni intends to be advancing forwards. Once clear of the civillians she'll pull her weapons from under her coat."
Commlink-Mud> Mud sends, « Infiltrate front car one or two at time, open all the doors at once. Clear car, decouple, move forward and take train…. »
Commlink-Whisper> Hunni sends, « I don't suppose any of you had the sense to bring a gas mask or chemsealed armor? »
Commlink-Teutonic> Teutonic sends, « Let me deal with the train cars. I got the skills to deal with the electronics and computers »
For those who advance forward towards the Armored Train segment, there is few if any other civvies in the way. The forward cars are definitely where no one can spend the night if they need to. It's mostly mail, and other such cargo. The final car before the armored train has nothing in it. The armored train is quite easy to determine the beginnings thereof. A short walk way between the passenger segment, and it. The door? It's got a wheel on it, like some old Naval vessel would.
Commlink-Mud> Mud sends, « What doze? »
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « The chemsealed armor's on order. »
Commlink-Whisper> Hunni sends, « It will do you a lot of good there. We'll do this the hard way. »
Feather slips her helmet back on, stuffing the throw-away scarf into a zip-up pocket before again closing it. And then she quietly rolls up her sleeve. Looks like she has a wrist computer, though the display is blank. It's either linked to an image link or a HUD in her helmet. And then her voice filters in on comms. "Comm test," she subvocalizes. A pause as she listens for confirmation. That done, she stands, following the group.
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « I've got the gas mask though »
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Or rather, one of those little breathy bottles »
Commlink-Feather> Feather sends, « Are we going to be using a chemical attack to subdue the enemy? »
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "So two of you can stand on the armored train side, one can open the door and step back as they open it on the walkway. Any one else will risk firing into some one ."
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « I can act as backup on that, Teutonic. »
And now they're at the door, Hunni shrugs out of her leather coat to reveal the figure-hugging custom-sculpted metal of her cyber-suit. There's a few seconds to see the asian woman's angelic face before the suit engages and the cyber-hood extends and her face is obscured save the eyes. In her hands she extends the stock of her carbine and looks between the others, looking for all the world like some sort of cyborg ninja. «I will attack, one of you follows. When you run out of ammo, drop to the floor and the next person can fire over you. Understand?»
Commlink-Mud> Mud sends, « You tells me when to start de dance and We makin' it go time…. Oh shit, lady sayin' it go time! »
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Alright; ONE Person can be opening the door. They can step back as they open it to fire. One person can be on the side, firing in. Unless the person who opened the door drops to a crouch or prone on the walkway, only two people can really fire into the first car from the passener side."
«Plot» Teutonic says, "I will head towards the back car and assess for detachment"
Feather reaches over with her right hand to squeeze some part of her left sleeve. The colors of her being swirls for a few moments as a ruthenium coating fades her from existence: first her suit, then her helmet, then the case on her back. And then an audible click as Feather pushes a pressure switch on her case, a panel sliding open as a high-tech compound bow slides out. It seems to float in the air as somebody plays with an electronic display on its accessory mount, then it too fades away. Somebody really likes chameleon cloaking. "I'll take up the rear and provide covering fire. You won't see me if your eyes aren't sharp, but I'll be there. I'll take high and left. Whoever is taking point, take low."
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Teutonic; to detatch..there's ah andy 'Emergency Detach' lever. You need to smash a glass case to pull it."
«I think we're ready to start», Posh subvocalizes, reaching into her purse for her mini-respirator. As soon as she puts that on, it's go time - the group's going to look far more innocuous. She arches an eyebrow as she sees Hunni in her cyber-suit - she's clearly never seen anything like -that- before.
She moves to follow. «Understood. Like an inchworm of gunfire.»
«Auto-Judge[]» Mud (#12874) rolls Conjuring + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 5:
1 2 2 2 3 5 5 8 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Hunni says, "Then it's charsima to soak"
«Auto-Judge[]» Mud (#12874) rolls Charisma + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 5:
1 1 2 5 5 5 8 8 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Hunni says, "If nobody else will do it, I'll open the door. Someone else can catch the first bullets."
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Hunni; when ready. Roll a Reaction Test at TN 4 to get to fire before the men inside do."
«Auto-Judge[]» Hunni (#12074) rolls Reaction vs TN 4 for "Door opening":
1 1 1 1 1 3 4 5 5 5 8 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Reaction vs TN 4:
1 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 5 5 9 9 19 = 5 Successes
When Hunni opens the door, she spots the three men right beyond it in the armored car, two crouched in the corridor, holding compact SMGs up, light armor, patch work, beaten. The third is standing, holding an AK variant. It's pretty hard to ambush people when they're sort of watching a door just for that reason. But Hunni and Posh <Who apparently got right up to the free side of the train car where the door didn't need to swing open> Get the drop, probably by firing mildly as they go in.
Posh is following Hunni in a low crounch, taking quite a bit of the aisle up in this position. Her hands are empty - she's got those smartguns under her coat.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hunni (#12074) rolls Rifles + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 2 for "First burst. AK man":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 10 = 9 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "He's trying to dodge..":
2 2 4 5 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Quickness vs TN 6 for "quickdraw left":
1 3 3 3 3 5 8 15 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Quickness vs TN 6 for "quickdraw right":
2 3 3 3 4 5 10 11 = 2 Successes
Mud slams open the back door of the car's emergency door, using the manual override and opens it to the wind. He leans his head back and howls. "AaaaaaaooooooO! Dog calls upon you Wind! Come and do my bidding!" He howls again and the wind howls back. "East Wind, West, Wind, North Wind, South, I bind you by the sound of my mouth! Come forth and serve!" The wind howls in response. The air elemental awaits for the door to be opened and in that moment Mud yells, "GO forth and throw my enemies from the train!" His points his finger toward the door, and unleashes a typhoon.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Submachine Guns + 2 vs TN 4 for "walking, medium range, shooting SMG guy left hand shot 1":
1 2 2 3 3 5 13 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Submachine Guns + 2 vs TN 4 for "walking, medium range, shooting SMG guy right hand shot 1 10S burst":
1 1 1 1 2 4 5 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "2 successes each."
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "He's trying to soak 11D":
3 3 4 9 14 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hunni (#12074) rolls Rifles + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 4 for "Second burst. An SMG man!":
1 1 1 3 4 4 5 5 7 7 8 9 = 8 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "SMG1 Dodging!":
1 1 2 4 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 6 for "Soaking 11D. SMG1":
1 1 1 10 15 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "SMG 3 trying to dodge Posh's bursts.":
2 2 3 3 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "To Soak that SMG3.":
2 4 4 7 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "Soaking Second.":
1 2 2 2 5 = 1 Success
Hunni had been sent by a friend, clearly she wasn't a bad gift to the team. When the door opens her ruth blurs on for a moment, but is instantly deactivated as she squeezes the trigger and the muzzle of her rifle flares a burst of flames. With a sharp bark two bursts of six rounds tears through the man with the assault rifle and the man with the SMG, dropping both smoothly.
@Posh is there right behind Hunni, her twin SMGs lashing out with a pair of deadly bursts, the normal slugs dugging brutally in the enemy behind her, but that's nothing compared to the neat bursts placed right in the heart of each of the troopers by Hunni. She widesn her eyes, her own shooting deadly and on target but messy. "By the…" She grins. "Fuck me, you're a poetess whose pen is inked in lead, aren't you?" she can't help but saying to Hunni.
The three men didn't stand a chance against people with modifications, they were just grunts who were to keep any would be thieves from breaking in. Cut down where they stand, their weapons clattering from their hands as they drop, bleeding from multiple bullet wounds. This car doesn't have munitions in it, it looks more like it was a barracks car. Another hatch is at the far end.
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Cameras, and door controls. You need to make a Computer Check at TN/6 to open the side bay doors.
Posh rushes forward and then nods to Feather. "All right," she says. "You and I," she says. "We'll stand on either side of the door car's door. As soon as Hunni opens and then fires, she'll move out of the way." She grins, the twin forearm snap blades snickking out from under her sleeves, as she stows her SMGs again, tucking the smartguns under each arm, She nods to Feather, then back to Mud. "Can we have the spirit open the door for us, perhaps, while Hunni covers it? Then we'll be in position to rush in and engage at point blank range," she says. "We're both close-range fighters - Hunni has a rifle. We could play cleanup on any who happen to survive her opening barrage." She grins. "That'd be unbeatable." She glances over at the computers, then a little questioningly to Teu. "Can you do anything with those?" she asks.
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Computers vs TN 6:
1 3 3 3 4 10 = 1 Success
Feather watches the enemies fall in the space of only a second or two. "Excellent marksmanship," she subvocalizes on comms, barely above a whisper. However much of a cold bitch she might be to some people, she does seem to credit skill when she sees it. "If you drop prone after firing, I can provide additional fire, if we're continue this method of clearing the cars." She pauses for a few moments after Posh's plan. "If we are to rush in, it should be with cover. I can drop a smoke screen if our initial volley doesn't defeat all of the enemies. With these side doors open, it will only last a few moments, but it should be enough to get us inside."
«Plot» Teutonic says, "i will open the doors and report what the camera's see."
Teutonic gets to mess around with the computers, it's not so much he's -bad- at it. So much as the things aren't remotely modern, and he has to hunt through old files, find which commands do what, but eventually on the Cameras, which have nervous guards visible, side loading bay doors begin to unshutter, and the men have to brace them selves as air rushes through. Things are getting -interesting-. Oddly, the last two command cars? No one can be seen in them. Also, no side bay doors. <As they lack any discernable cargo.>
Teutonic hurries up to the compartment with all the gunfire going off but finds himself late to the party. "Oh, well you didn't need me then. Good, I'm not really made for shooting things." He takes a look around and then there's a question of computers. "Can I do anything with them? That's not the right question. The right question is why wouldn't I?" He heads over to them and pulls a chair up to sit down. "Let's see, old school then. Makes sense."
It takes him awhile, but finally something begins to happen. "Well, this is definitely old. It's making my eyes cross. I'm not even sure this is from this century." He takes a peek at the camera, "Well more guards, but the last two cars don't appear to have anyone in them. I'd be careful with those last two cars." These things don't even have a jack for him to download data on, shit. "Well that's all we're getting out of this antiquated thing."
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Every one, open Perception. Sound mods only."
«Auto-Judge[]» Feather (#12973) rolls Intelligence:
4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Mud (#12874) rolls Intelligence:
2 2 4 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Intelligence:
2 2 2 4 5 9
Hunni barely slows down as the targets fall in front of her, but she does give a roll of her eyes behind the mask as the plan she'd said at the door is repeated to her. Imitation is the best form of flattery right? Hitting the door she steps to the side and takes position, gesturing for Feather to open the door the next time while the others work on the carts.
Posh looks a little confused at Hunnit's roll of her eyes as her and Feather both go up front, while Hunni is covering. "They're military guys and /they/ might have thermo…" She looks around, in fact, to see if any of the soldiers were wearing helmets. "Actually, the equipment of these guys might clue us in." She also checks the weapons, to see if any of the SMGs might have had thermographic sights on them!
«Auto-Judge[]» Hunni (#12074) rolls Intelligence:
3 4 5 7 9 21
Hunni, Mud, and Feather all hear some thing at the same time, from the door they just came from. Canisters being thrown in..actually Feather got a sickening feeling in her stomache when she sensed people moving -above- them across the surface of the roof, in 350 MPH winds. Then there is the sound of actions being cleared immediately after..but hey. There's no one there.
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Every one. Soak 6S stun. Neurostun."
Posh frowns at the SMGs, and then looks around, looking at the canisters. "Well, that's what we get for not moving," she says, trying to throw one of the grenades out.
You paged Teutonic with 'You notice some one is trying to access the door controls in your compartment. TN/4 to counter. 2 Successes to stop them!'.
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Detatch if you can »
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Computers vs TN 4:
3 3 3 4 5 9 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Teutonic; feel free to pose your epic life and death struggle to keep your team from being sucked out the loading doors in this car as bullets are chewing it up."
You paged Teutonic with 'Oh as yer doing that, you are also seeing a huge figure in Milspec walking through cars towards you suddenly from the command car..and not phased by the wind. He's got an Axe and what looks like a cut down Assault Cannon <To you>'.
Teutonic was going to leave the computer alone and even doubly so when the two experts came running in and dropped from the top of the car, but then someone begins to try to hack the door controls. "Shit." So he turns back around and begins a life and death struggle to keep from getting shot by stray bullets while also trying to cope with eighty year old computer systems. "Who the hell did they even hire to run these things." The person on the other end can eat shit though, because those loading doors do not open. But that's the least of their problems.
"Guys, Guys. THERE'S A MOTHERFUCKING MINICANNON." Congratulations, you made the corporate man curse.
Commlink-Teutonic> Teutonic sends, « Guys, Guys. THERE'S A MOTHERFUCKING MINICANNON. »
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 9 vs TN 2 for "Posh. 10D. Spec1 has 13 CP left.":
1 2 2 3 3 5 5 8 11 = 8 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 9 vs TN 4 for "10D. Feather. Spec1 has 9 CP left":
2 2 3 3 3 3 5 5 7 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 9 vs TN 6 for "10D. Hunni. Spec 1 has 5 CP left.":
1 2 3 3 3 5 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 8 vs TN 6 for "dodge":
1 1 1 1 2 2 9 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body vs TN 5 for "soak":
1 1 3 3 3 4 5 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body - 2 vs TN 5 for "soak kp 2/17 spent":
1 1 3 3 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body - 3 vs TN 5 for "soak kp 4/17 spent":
1 3 5 7 14 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body - 6 vs TN 5 for "soak kp 7/17 spent":
1 2 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body - 6 vs TN 5 for "soak kp 11/17 spent":
1 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Feather (#12973) rolls Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 5:
1 2 2 3 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Feather (#12973) rolls Combat Pool: 6 - 1 vs TN 5:
3 3 4 9 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Feather (#12973) rolls Combat Pool: 6 - 3 vs TN 5:
1 2 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Feather (#12973) rolls Body vs TN 4:
3 4 5 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Feather says, "S wound."
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "The second man is suppressing a 2 meter corridor down the middle. Declare if you want to press to the right or left side of the train. Switching sides or trying to open/close doors means you are exposing your self to the suppressing fire."
One man just sprays down several of the runners as Teutonic is watching Big Trouble approach, the other is unleashing a stream of fire right up the middle, to keep any one out of it, and from reaching the door they are at. The Troll sized man in armor is easily crossing cars at a dead sprint, that axe and massive hand cannon coming ever close. Now the computer is flashing another alert for Teutonic. Some one is trying to disable the connection he has!
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Their command car trying to terminate Teut's connection!":
1 2 4 11 11 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Opposed check at Tn4 Teutonic."
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Computers vs TN 4:
1 1 2 2 2 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Computers - 1 vs TN 4 for "1/1 KP Spent":
1 4 5 5 5 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "TN4 on computers, he has to counter your roll. You also now have a connection to the command car's systems. You may think of creative ways to do things when you can now access their entire system."
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Single 7S at Posh from suppressing fire.":
1 2 2 9 14 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body vs TN 2 for "7 armor ballistic":
1 1 1 3 5 5 5 5 = 5 Successes
You paged Teutonic with 'You can now access the -far- more modern command car systems. The man trying to fuck you over -is not- a real Decker.'.
Posh takes another bullet, the rather tough bird slowed only momentarily as she dives for the door, yanking it closed. "Fuck!" she manages to scream out, bleeding on the ground, looking over to Feather. "Look around." She glances at Teutonic. "Are there any defense systems? Electrified…something? A gun to take over? Anything now that we have this armored train car?" she asks.
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Computers vs TN 4 for "Terminate Connection":
1 2 2 3 5 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 9 for "He shouldn't have tried to use an actual command line to fuck with a decker. Because he's just on a keyboard.":
1 1 1 5 8 = 0 Successes
You paged Teutonic with 'You block him out, and can start hacking the command car.'.
«Plot» Teutonic says, "So command car systems, Control of the train too?"
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Loading Bay Doors. Power to cars. The train's drive etc. Just not the actual doors between cars. Those are all manual ones as a safety precaution."
«Plot» Teutonic says, "Oh, I have a plan. Difficulty to engage the brakes?"
«Plot» Posh says, "HAHAHA"
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "..Uh. How forcefully?"
«Plot» Teutonic says, "Very. The loading doors are already open."
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Lets see. Lets say TN5. Since yer basically over riding a safety feature."
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Computers vs TN 5:
1 2 4 4 4 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 2 vs TN 5 for "The autosoft trying to say this is a bad plan.":
3 5 = 1 Success
«OOC» Indrakshi says, "Tied. Goes to the Defender. For now. You can try again at TN6. Since it's Now flashing alerts and trying to alert the non existent authorities to Operator Impairment."
Teutonic grumbles a bit as he continues typing on the computer, "Yeah, yeah I heard you. I'm kind of busy right now however because someone is trying to lock me out." He doesn't seem too concerned with the bullets flying through the compartment, or maybe he just can't be. He has to put some faith in the team around him or nobody is leaving the train. Once the idiot on the other end is locked out he gets to work and finds control of all the main systems. "Oh yes, this is perfect." Then to the comms, "You all better grab hold of something that's bolted down, because this is about to become the best ride you've ever been on." Or it will, as soon as the autosoft stops warning him about operational limits.
Commlink-Teutonic> Teutonic sends, « You all better grab hold of something that's bolted down, because this is about to become the best ride you've ever been on. »
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body vs TN 6:
1 1 2 2 4 4 9 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Body + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 6:
1 2 2 3 4 5 5 7 10 15 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "You take a M Posh, so does Teutonic. And yes Teutonic."
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Computers + Task Pool: 2 vs TN 6:
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Feather (#12973) rolls Body + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4:
1 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Feather (#12973) rolls Body + Combat Pool: 6 - 3 vs TN 4:
1 3 4 4 4 9 = 4 Successes
Teutonic gets hit by the neurotoxin next, but he's not one to let a little toxin get him down. Actually he is, this shit is painful, but what are you gonna do about it. Still, this is pretty tame compared to the cyber muscled german suplex by the giant troll he got in that tournament a few years back. He's still pounding away at that computer even if he does slow down as the neurotoxin enters his bloodstream, gotta stay awake. "Almost done. Here we go." And bam…or not, "Shit, that should have done it. Bam!" This should be working!
Posh grunts, shuddering as the neurostun makes her eyes water but little else. She then rises to her feet, gritting her teeth as she reaches for something to hold onto.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hunni (#12074) rolls Rifles + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 8 for "Blindfiring one-handed through the roof.":
2 2 2 2 2 2 2 4 5 5 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hunni (#12074) rolls Rifles + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 8 for "Blindfiring one-handed through the roof. KP1 Just because":
1 1 1 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 7 9 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 1 for "Hunni is shooting in an enclosed space at a roof designed to stop Railguns.":
5
Feather is still hunkered-down near Posh. She had flipped up her visor and popped in her mini-respirator as soon as the bullets stopped flying, trying to avoid the toxins as best she could. Once she's breathing fresh, canned air, the visor comes back down again, the girl struggling to breathe for a few moments before shaking off the stun gas.
The gas comes leaking in and Hunni doesn't even flinch. Even without the chemseal in her suit Neurostun might as well be water to her. Muttering at the slammed door she fires her bullets into the roof, but a lack of AV loaded today means it's really just an expression of temper while she extends a palm and activates her suit's spider system, her hands and feet attaching themself to the train as she grabs on to something with one hand.
Teutonic -did- hit the right things..it's just a few seconds before any thing happens. In this case, how do you slow down a Train speeding at three hundred some miles an hour when the Operator tries to tell it to stop? It activates -Rocket- thrusters in the front, track damaged mode. Emergency stop, on a military train. It goes from a nice three hundred some, to a mere hundred, in the space of under fifteen seconds. The Cameras show people going flinging out the sides..or hitting walls so hard bones snap and fracture and organs get pulped. There's a few thunks from the roof and an External camera feed catches two now quite visible bodies go flying off. Of course Feather ignored the wonderful advise, and she ends up wedged against a bunk bed mattress caught to the wall near the back. Probably wishing she was dead. <Feather, you did forget to pose grabbing on>. Problem? The Troll barely looks like he felt it, other then leaning forward when the train deaccelerates so harshly. Then he is walking forward again, his axe's thrust spike deploying. Oh shit. he's right outside the door and the wheel is turning.. But Teut just cleared the train beyond..a Troll.
Teutonic grabs on to the table for dear life as the train decelerates 200 miles per hour in fifteen seconds. Finally it lets up and he sighs and takes a look at the camera, "I have some good news and I have some bad news. The good news is the rest of the train is cleared," about this time the wheel starts turning, "The bad news is the troll has mag boots or something and is still there. Also, on closer inspection, that is not a minicannon, that's a giant pistol. It's probably packing PAC shells."
He sighs, "Well, everyone get ready. He's coming and he's got a giant axe. Can't help with that." So it is at this point that even Teutonic has to give up the computer and draw a gun, because a computer ain't gonna defeat big brother.
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Also apparently all vision mods my NPCs had, didn't entirely defeat Feather's cloak. so really, she never got hit. Imma use Drone helmets from now on."
Hunni doesn't see the troll beyond Teu's announcement, but the door moving is enough of an announcement for her. Moving forwards she leaps, quiet as she can and hoists herself up and beyond. Dropping the G38 onto it's sling she lets her spider-system defy gravity as she levels her sidearms and takes a breath while she's rendered invisible by her cloak.
Posh looks up, trying to steel herself together for what's to come as she sees the troll advancing. "Stay with me, Feather," she says. "If we all…if we all hold, and gang up up him, he doesn't have a chance," she says. "He might get one of us, but he only has seconds to live," she says with determination.
Another *click* is heard as Feather quietly slides her bow back into her weapon case. "If we don't defeat him or nearly so in our opening attack, I fear this battle may not end well for us. And somebody will have the unenviable task of serving as our vanguard." And then another click as a long, slender blade falls away into an invisible hand.
The door sort of slams open as the troll enters, Axe held expertly before him, with the pistol ready to drop the first who dares to challenge him. The armor is covered in what look -alot- like scalps now that it's up close, and AutoCannon shells are on the belt holding the holster. Yep. It fires PAC shells. He gestures at …Teutonic and then goes to shoot him! <Inits!>
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 10 vs TN 2 for "12S at Teut from Big Brother's Samitarian. You really -shouldn't- kill his Lovers. CP left is 15.":
1 2 2 2 2 2 3 3 7 14 = 9 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4:
1 2 2 4 5 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Body vs TN 12:
3 3 8 11 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hunni (#12074) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 2 for "APDS is expencive. Fuck that troll! P1S1":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 4 5 7 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hunni (#12074) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 2 for "APDS is expencive. Fuck that troll! P2S1":
1 1 3 3 3 3 4 5 7 7 = 8 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hunni (#12074) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 2 for "APDS is expencive. Fuck that troll! P1S2":
2 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 8 8 = 10 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hunni (#12074) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 2 for "APDS is expencive. Fuck that troll! P2S2":
1 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 4 11 = 9 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Dodge 1":
2 3 3 3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Dodge 2":
1 3 4 5 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Dodge 3":
2 4 4 8 10 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 10 vs TN 4 for "Soak 1":
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 3 5 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 10 vs TN 4 for "Soak 2":
2 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 7 14 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 10 vs TN 4 for "Soak 3":
2 2 2 4 4 5 5 5 17 26 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Indrakshi (#6312) rolls 10 vs TN 4 for "Soak 4":
2 2 2 2 3 4 5 10 11 11 = 5 Successes
A whistle. The troll might even look up. Hanging up close above the troll there's a suprise asian. She might actually smirk behind her mask before she squeezes the trigger with her gun almost point-blank to the helmeted head. She fires, again and again and again until the insanely expencive armored creature falls down in a bloody heap. Dropping down smoothly she looks at the troll before picking up the gun he'd dropped with a grunt…and throws it out the window of the train.
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls Body vs TN 4:
1 2 3 5 = 1 Success
<Plot» Hunni will note the use for 4ADPS rounds for the log.
«Auto-Judge[]» Teutonic (#9159) rolls 1:
5
*Teut lost an ear via rolls, the left ear. He wanted to do this. So Note officially: Teut lost his left ear and consented to it on his own.
Teutonic was prepared to use his meager pistol skills to shoot at the milspec armor and likely do no harm, but it never comes to that, not when the troll bursts in and shoots him with a giant pistol that fires what appears to be a shotgun sized shell. It certainly does its number on him as he flies backwards and falls over the computer table unconcious. His ear isn't there anymore, that'll be an interesting story to tell and he's bleeding, or was until someone patched him up, but well, they have to do the rest of this without their decking and electronics expert. Yeah, it doesn't seem like he'll be getting up anytime soon. Nope. He better get paid for this.
Posh glances over at the man in pain, his ear laying by a flap from his badly damaged scalp, glances over at Feather as Hunni took the perfect softener, frowning as the gun and the armor on the troll both head of into the great beyond. She arches an eyebrow, and then she glances over at Feather, than Teutonic, pulling out the Savior medkit. "Should I?" she asks Feather. "I mean, he'll probably be all right, but it doesn't look like he'll die…"
"We need to stabilize him. The autodoc will tell you what needs to be done, and the nanites will take care of the rest," Feather says matter-of-factly. "We'll need him to set the train back on its course."
"We can at least make sure that he's healed up by a pretty good doctor. He won't do the ear, but he'll get him in good shape pretty quickly," says Posh. "Honestly, me too, come to think of it," she says, looking down at the holes in herself. Maybe I should for a cybertorso," she says.
Posh widens her eyes as the weapon case opens and the miao dao kisses the computer. Most closely.
«Auto-Judge[]» Feather (#12973) rolls Strength vs TN 8:
1 1 2 2 3 4 5 5 14 = 1 Success
Feather makes her way through the train towards the front, there's..well, pooling blood here and there, and the smell of bowels emptied in death. The Command Cars have the controls, and she's more or less forcing over ride levers into spot, and locking them in. Levers unwilling to go, and smashing out control panels. She never did find the engineer, just a bloody pool and dragging to a broken window. Then she can get back to the others and some one can decouple the last car and they can pop a radio beacon. Don't worry, MPRI arranges medical service on a Doc Wagon transport back to Denver, and that cool Fifty Thou is transferred.
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