Diced by Demons
GM: Mirage
Players: Sorina, Croc
Synopsis: Two runners set out to bargain with a trio of bad-ass gangs. Things go horribly wrong.
Date: Monday, March 29, 2070

After the meet, Croc goes home to brood for a bit. The neighborhoods he'll be in make him nervous… he -hates- being afraid to bring his machinegun to the rodeo. Still, it's good money. He takes the time to sharpen his blades, gets on his bike, and hurries out to meet Sorina in time to meet the first group, murder in his eyes.

Sorina is dressed as usual, in a nice clean suit. Even if she is just meeting with some gang memebers, she always dresses as a professional. She slides on her sunglasses and heads to the first meeting spot, to meet with her body guard. With his help, she wasn't to worried.

Sorina meets up with croc in a near by place, but not so close that they are on their turf. Before they head to the underpass she givs the demons a call on her wrist phone.

Commlink-Ganger> Someone answers, "Hullo? Who is dis?"

Commlink-Sorina> Sorina says, "Hello, I am Sorina, and it is a pleasure to speak with you. I am calling about a job opportunity, that is right up your alley. Mind if we meet?"

Commlink-Ganger> Someone answers, "What sorta cred we talkin? We don't meet for no small time piss drek!"

Commlink-Sorina> Sorina says, "Well that will depend on you. However, I am sure it will be well worth your interest."

Croc looks towards the underpass while he waits. "This whole country once belonged to my ancestors, gringa," he says, quietly, strangely philosophical for the big troll. "But bit by bit the gringo jefe took it away. One day it will be ours again, and we will dance over their graves a merry 'jig,' mocking their weak gods. We will snap their bones between our teeth and suck the marrow out. We will make cups of their skulls and drink their blood." He glowers, grimly. "I welcome the chance to pay people with el jefe's money to bring about his downfall. Is poetic, si?"

Commlink-Ganger> Someone answers, "Aight… well.. if you got this number, you gonna know where to find us. So you get here, and you bring the serious creds, and we talk. You gun talk ta Omak, he's ur guy. Unstand?"

Sorina tilts her head slightly as she looks over to croc. She slides her sunglasses down slightly as she looks him over for a moment before pushing them back into place. "Yea, its real nice."

Commlink-Sorina> Sorina says, "I got it, I will be over in a moment."

Sorina smiles, "Have a good day." She hangs up then looks back over towards croc, "Looks like we got a meeting at the underpass. Lets head over there. Keep an eye out for anything fishy though, I don't really trust them."

Croc slams one gloved hand into the other and then adjusts his top hat. "Don't trust a gang, senorita? Clever. Learn that in school? In my country, we didn't have schools. We had -rocks-. That the gringo would have hit us with, if we hadn't eaten his children." He nods to her. "I am ready. Will keep my eye out for anything… fishy."

Croc guns up the bike just as soon as Sorina's aboard and blasts towards the meet point.

Sorina gets on the back of the bike with corc, and heads over towards the meeting place. "Well I trust them even less than normal."

«Plot» Mirage says, "You drive up to about a block from the overpass. Apparently a gridguide maintinence tunnel has an access hatch here that leads under the highway, and dozens of gangers in red and black are outside defending their turf."

Croc pulls his bike to a stop near the maintenance hatch, stepping off, glowering at the Gangers. He pushes his coat open as he rises, revealing the submachinegun strapped to his side. He doesn't say anything, though, just stares at them, waiting to let the face do the talking.

"Hey, chicka, what parta come alone don't you understan?" One of the gangers says, as he approaches croc. The human male ganger has the audacity to walk right up into Croc's face and look straight up into his eyes, while other gangers seem to be readying weapons.

Croc folds his arms over his chest, staring back down at the smaller figure. "She misunderstood the bit where she was supposed to be some slitch walking into your paws, gringo," he says. "And I missed the part where I was supposed to take your shit, comprende?"

Sorina laughs slightly as she looks them over, "First off I don't remeber any one saying anything about coming alone. And secondly, I thought you didn't speak with small time piss dreks? No serious player ever shows up alone. Any way, you want to talk business or not?"

"How about we just wax yo dumb as drek ass and see what you got?" The ganger in croc's face replies. The other gangers are getting a bit more confident raising weapons with shouts of "Ya, you know it" and the likes.

Croc looks over at Sorina a moment, raising an eyebrow as if to say… 'should i wreck his face?'

Sorina gives a slight shrug, "If you want to prove how stupid you really are, you can get yourself killed fighting my friend over here. It makes no difference if he kills you all or not, since I was planning on speaking with the ironsides and crimson smoke any way. I am am sure they are more than happy to hear me out. After all, I am not carrying anything of value."

Another 6 gangers draw near from the other side of the street. A full 20 gangers have guns trained on the two of you, and that's just the ones within 5 to 10 meters.

"I dunno, he don't look so tough to me…" the ganger says, turning his back to croc for a moment…

"So," Croc says as the man turns away. "You must be the big dick. These gringos behind you… they're your balls." Then the man's turning around (WITH A KNIFE) and thrusting at the troll… he barely moves, just weaving to the side a little as the thrust comes at him, sidestepping the first thrust, then the second… "Now Dicks… dey got drive. Dey goes for da' pussy, draggin der balls along wid'em." A fourth thrust gets parried by a big fist…. but the breeder's quick, and he shoots in with a final attack, right at the Trog's stomach… but the blade glances off the trog's armored flesh.

"But der ain't no pussy here, Gringo." Croc strikes now, stepping back and delivering a massive blow to the ganger's side, staggering him back without any real damage… yet. "Just a dose dat'll make you wish you was born a chica."

There's a 'snikt' sound, and now ten-centimeter-long blades have popped out of each of the troll's hands. "Dat was a warning. Listen to d' boss, or i WILL cut you, gringo. Comprende?"

Sorina reaches into her suit jacket and quickdraws a pistol and aims it at the guy who is acting like he is in charge. "Enough of this messing around. Its a 50,000 =Y= job, and your not going to make any where near that much fighting with us. Especially when you get all your teeth replaced after my friend gets done with you. And no, I am not carrying it on me."

"How about some of that action right here right now for insulting me and my friends like this, slitch? I got half a mind to just blow you away for pissing me off." The ganger says, getting up in Sorina's face this time.

Croc's eyes slip momentarily to his bike. He stares at the gangers between him and it, counting them (yes, he can count), licking his lips a little.

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Face, this is gonna get bloody -fast- if we'se don't bargain."
Croc subvocalizes.

Sorina shakes her head slightly, "Thats not going to happen. However if you want to get into the big leagues you are going to want contacts and jobs in this city. Sure some people know about you, some are even scared of you. Though your never going to get the respect of the other gangs, if you hassle everyone who offers you a job. This is an opportunity, not just to make some easy quick cash, but to make friends and contacts that will give you future jobs, more money and could lead to your gang really making a name for itself."

Croc's reflexes twitch as the girl finishes her speech, sensing something in the crowd… and he's suddenly lunging for the girl, grabbing her up even as she says the last words, tossing her over his shoulder and running for the bike… but there are a -lot- of gangers in the way, and he's not quite fast enough…

"You aren goin NOWHERE. SHOOT THE DREKHEADS!" says the lead ganger, and they all open fire with shotguns and heavy pistols and SMG's and at least a rifle or two.

PLOT OVER DUE TO DIFFERENCE OF OPINION ON BIO-STATUS OF PLAYERS

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