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GM: Dorian
Players: Russik, Cypher, Dorian
Synopsis: A old collectioner of weapons hired a group of runners to steal a shipment of historic valuables
Date: 28/05/71
«Plot» Dorian says, "Alright, as per usual, I run my plots with Consent On. My intention isn't to kill you, nor will you die in this one unless you're really an idiot. So as always, consent to this in plot if you agree that your In Character Actions will have In Character consequences. As well, I ask for your actions to be declared in plot, as well as all plot related questions to use the very same channel. Try to be specific in your rolls, I like it, and the staff like it."
«Plot» Dorian says, "And of course, since Dorian shall be in on this run, he shall forever be in his usual Companion Mode (I don't remember the last time he was in a plot and wasn't in companion mode.. I think never..)"
«Plot» Russik consents.
«Plot» Cypher says, "I consent"
«Plot» Dorian says, "Excellent, time to kill you."
It's a cloudy Denver night, the moon's light barely piercing through the thick clouds as they cover up most of the sky causing a darker than usual nightly shade over the City of Treaty. A call is sent out to the runners about meeting some no-named Jack in the UCAS Free Trade Zone, some fancy schmancy hotel that goes by the name of The Bathory, and there he shall wait for his crew to assemble inside a reserved conference room. Arrive on time, and of course, try not to look like a walking tank, it's a fancy hotel afterall.
Russik will not and cannot attend in person. He will ask his Face contact to appear at the meeting for him for a 25 percent cut. If she can't, she can't.
Cypher dresses in his finest armored clothing, cause, well, armor is legal. He does not carry any weaponry, out of sheer paranoia. At the time designated he makes his way to the hotel and heads for the conference room, entering and scanning for those he will be working for and with.
«Plot» Dorian says, "She can attend."
As per his usual, Dorian was chilling at home and enjoying himself a nice cup of coffee when his Ex-Wife rings him up and decides to throw some information his way about a meet in the FTZ. Different zone than where he currently resides, but that isn't an issue for the man of a thousand names and a thousand scars. It's only a short drive for the Jaguar to make it, and once it's parked a block away, the elf dressed in his usual black dress suit makes his way out and heads for the hotel. During his walk he dons his fedora and makes his way in so that he can locate the conference room and proceed within.
Mefista, Russik's contact, will show up to the meet. Her clothes can be at best described as casual and she does have a little skill in make up and is a little modified to look less street ork. But she is out of her element (Orktown) so she can feel the racism and segregation because of her class and race(metatype).
The Hotel lives up to the caller's words, standing with high ceillings, chandoliers, and well dressed upper class and Corporate men here and there. Indications to the conference room are rather simple, and once within it, anyone with the proper hearing can recognize the all too familiar white noise circulating about, most likely a WNG hidden somewhere. Seated at the end of the table sits a man of old age, balding pretty badly with a short crown of white hair along with a monocle on one eye. Monopoly guy? Close. Though he's not alone, he's got some muscle on either side of him, two large trolls dressed in custom tailored dress suits and who don't seem to be the happy sort you say hi to. Otherwise, they remain stoic next to their employer.
Cypher makes his way quietly from the door to the table, taking a seat and not saying anything. His gaze takes in the Jay and his muscle, though there is no obvious reaction to the odd look of the Jay.
Just for the record, Russik could take them. He eats pieces of shit like that for breakfast. Mefista is here for Russik, sizing up these bags of meat, knowing well that orks are so much better and smarter than trolls. You know, I heard over 72 percent of trolls wish they could be orks. True statistic, no imerial data, but it was on the Matrix chat room.
Anyways, the ork female rep is here, sitting down and listening.
Dorian isn't far behind Cypher and soon enough Scarface Dorian finds himself within the conference room. A slight discomfort to the white noise, thoug the select sound filters within his ears help cancel some of it out. He too seats himself without a word, and simply waits patiently. He gives the room a once over, along with the Monopoly Guy and his choice of muscle.
The old man nods at the gathered, though his eyes linger on Mefista for just a little.. Not exactly who he was expecting, but she'll do he supposes. He clears his throat before reaching into his tuxedo to retrieve a big cigar which he places between his lips and has it lit by one of the two Trolls. After a few puffs, he finally starts. "Evening gentlemen, and ..lady. I call upon you tonight because I have a little job for you, nothing extreme, but of course my old bones couldn't pull it off. So it defaults upon you, the Shadows of Denver. This 'too-cool-for-school' son of rich daddy, is that still 'in'? The word 'cool'? Anyways, this little prick gets everything he wants, and he has a few things that I would simply -adore- in my collection."
Cypher arches a brow slightly, but makes no remarks or questions yet. His head turns slightly, to look both at Dorian and the female ork, and perhaps he spends a bit more time looking at the female ork before his gaze goes back to the Jay to await further information if its forthcoming.
To be honest, she is here to accept any job, because from her understanding, Russik is that desperate. She just lets the man talk, really acting out as if she is interested, but all she needs is details to pass to the ork and collect quarter off the pay.
The old man continues. "He fancies himself as a 'collectioneur' of old thingamajigs. Trinkets and whathaveyous. However he's recently secured purchase, thanks to his father, a couple of historic weapons which, as I mentioned before, would rather have in my hands than his. So the job is rather simple, get these items for me, and I'll give you lot a nice little sum of ten thousand which you can spend on shoes, or rims, or whatever you younglings like to spend money on."
Sure, the ork female will agree to that. She will ask for details and in the meantime take note. Those notes, or most of it, being her doodling a cartoon dog on her pocsec, privatelly and away from her employer or her "co-workers".
Cypher nods his head. "Sounds reasonable depending on the security around the collection. Ten is fair for someone who is rather lax, a high security system in a quick response area, thats worth a bit more."
"If this I was sending you to his home, you'd most likely be running into the hands of the law. Here's where it gets a bit easier for you, he's only secured the purchase, and the items haven't been shipped to him yet. They're currently residing in the B zone, within a museum and are to be shipped tonight at 11 o'clock. Security there is rather standard, few guards with batons and whatnot, panic button hook-up, and probably some standard cameras, tripwires and whatnot. Nothing extreme. The only thing I ask, however, as this is still a B-Zone, I want no one killed. If by chance someone passing by hears gunshots or the likes, it could mean trouble for you, and if you kill them, there will be some more extensive investigation. So here's how it'll go, you'll acquire the items for me, and also some more. Not just his shipment, as that will be suspect."
Mefista will agree to the terms. She will send a quick heads up (coded and crypted) to Russik so he can get his shit in gear and… stop drinking.
«OOC» Cypher says, "What time is it now?"
«OOC» Dorian says, "Around 8pm."
Cypher cracks a smile now, and shakes his head. "I'm sorry, what you what, for what your offering, in the time frame of 3 hours." He glances at the female ork, and then Dorian. "I've noticed the woman here is ready to work, but I find the situation a bit to risky to pull off in that time frame." He scoots his chair back, and rises to his feet.
Dorian rests his palm on beneath his chin as he glances at the Ork rise, then looks to the man. "Well the solution is simple enough. We just need to get the guards to stop loading the shipment. Nothing like a decoy to do that, they'll respond immediately to a breach, and leave the whole shipment area deserted."
Dorian says "Aren't you supposively good with a computer? I'm pretty sure you can frag with their security system and make them believe plenty of things."
Cypher smiles faintly at Dorian and gestures to the Jay. "He asked us to grab other stuff too, unless its a full shipment for different people, your idea won't work. Do we know if they are shipping multiple targets?" his head turns to look at the Jay at the last question.
The old man looks between the two runners while puffing his cigar, he looks amused by this, it must be his first rodeo. "Oh I believe the museum is ready to ship some of it's good elsewhere, as well as receiving some. So the shipment area is most likely filled with a few trucks and plenty of things to grab."
Cypher straightens his coat as he stands now, then nods. "Alright, I'll agree to a snatch and grab on the loading docks for ten." His head turns to look at the others and he pulls out a set of cards to hand to them each. "I'll check and see whats up with museum security, call me when your ready to roll."
Mefista will offer contact numbers and explanation to the runners about Russik. He will meet them wherever they want and she will pass him all the info.
Dorian takes the card and slips it into his jacket's pocket. "I'm good to go whenever. I'll meet you two fellows there, should be a nearby spot we can gather."
Cypher looks back to the Jay "Delivery and payment information?"
The Old Man stands up as they get ready to depart. "I have a little warehouse in the CAS' B zone. Smuggle the goods across on your own and I may be inclined to pay you more 1k each more. If I have to smuggle them myself, then you'll be paid nine thousand." He takes out a small chip from his pocket and slides it across the table. "Museum address, and my warehouse address are on that chip, as well as the list of the items I desire, the rest choose what you think an old man like me would like."
Cypher reaches for the chip, pulling out a pocsec to copy the info, then passing the chip off to the next runner and heading towards the door to leave.
Dorian does the same with the chip before passing it along, and soon enough, he too is gone and out of the conference room. His hearing was starting to ring with that damned white noise. He'll make a quick drive home in order to swap rides, and swap suits, going for the black tactical cargo pants, boots, turtle neck and the balaclava used as a beanie for now. He'll bring along a small backpack filled with little goodies that could be useful for them. No weapons, that part he sighs about. Well, can always just beat the crap out of them should conflict come.
Russik sits down and talks the plan out with Mefista. He hands her a 10,000y credstick as collateral incase he doesn't come back and then gears up and heads out. Today on his list of things to wear (will only mention illegal shit, so basically armor and weapons) are full armor "kit" and he will bring… what should he bring to B… his
Cougar Blade Check.
Non-lethal nades Check.
Shit and that's it. He doesn't own or use pistols so, nothing for small firearms for him. Arive-fucking-derchi, ninjas.
Cypher heads home, then sets up his deck with sat signal and does a little research on the museum, basicly to see if he is lucky enough to have thier security on the trix. Not likely, but its worth a shot.
No public host for the security, that would be too easy,
Cypher gathers his recon gear, climbing stuff, his special tools, his armor, and a pistol loaded with gel, then heads to the meet. He really needs to buy a ruth cloak, but apparently never gets around to doing that.
Dorian is at the meet as planned, wearing his usual black secure jacket over his choice of black clothing. Most likely armed, but as usual, they're concealed, though he's obviously not totting his assault rifle or his katana. A little too lethal.
There is no such fucking thing as a little too lethal. Only elf. Anyways, Russik calls up the runners and set up a meet spot. He's got wheels, he's got eyes, he's got fists, where do you need him? <OOC: Cypher is the team leader for this one, I presume :)>
Dorian is lethal enough without the big toys. :)
W0rd!
Cypher shows up, parking his car and stepping out and nodding to the others. He walks around to the trunk, and pops it open. Inside is a box, and he starts pulling out a pair of birds. Drones actually, but they look like birds. He releases them as thier wings take flight, and they soar off into the air. He sends them to recon the Museum, what he needs to see is one bird at the loading docks to keep a visual on progress, and the other searches around the building for a junction box of some sort, something he can hack into and play with the alarms.
Russik is very VERY excited. No mages on this one. He hates mages, even friendly ones. And even though there is an elf, this is an all meta team. This is a definite bonus to him. He conveys this in a mix of Russian, Or'zet and Cityspeak. Also, unless his cologne is this strong and his slur is natural, he may be a few deep before he got here. From the good mood, it's still in the fun phase, not the depressive part.
The loading area is sealed off with a the usual slide-down metal door. However there's lights visible behind it, so they're mostlikely present, and the closed door are a good sign meaning they're aren't getting ready to depart just yet. As for the recon of the museum, there isn't much that needs note. It's a nice neighborhood, and museum's are known for only having interior security rather than exterior. There's a few cameras here and there watching the entrances, and a junction box is visible on the building's west side.
Cypher quickly negotiates a com channel with the other runners. "Alright, transport vehicle is indoors being loaded now. I've got a junction box on the west side. I should be able to hit that fast, disable the panicbutton, but set off an alarm elsewhere in the museum. I'll contact you via the comms, you go running for the door with the van behind it. Can either of you get through a locked door?"
Russik can, with fists. Or so he thinks.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "I can try, I got my kit with me."
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Not my specialty, but I might be able to handle it."
Cypher snorts, and rummages around in the back of his vehicle, he comes up with something else. A small wad of C12. "Alright, as long as you move fast, the alarms going off in the building should muffle some of this explosion, but its enough to blow the lock. You want it?"
Dorian shakes his head. "Little too loud for me. I'll stick with my picking kit." He pats his backpack.
Russik will go with Dor-Dors plan, his back up will be fists.
Cypher shrugs "Alright, but dont spend all day getting inside." He puts the C12 back into the truck and shuts it down. "Keep in comm contact, I'll go after the junction box now and see what I can get. The grab is on you two alone, I cant be running all over the place."
Dorian nods and jerks a thumb to the other Meta. "I got some muscle with me along with my own. We should be fine. Just make sure nothing sees us camera wise." He drops the balaclava over his face and goes into Crook Mode. Where's the nearest 7-11?? The museum? Set. He gives a brief salute and heads off towards the back of the museum, making sure to wait aside till he has the O.K. to proceed to the door without having some cameras picking him up.
Cypher starts off casual at first, cause you know cameras are all over the city. He finds a shady spot near the museuem to don his own mask, then prepares to sneak up towards the junction box. Playing close attention to the cameras.
«Auto-Judge[]» Cypher (#3540) rolls Stealth for "Sneaky Sneaky!":
2 2 4 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Stealth for "Ninnja":
1 3 4 4 16
«Auto-Judge[]» Cypher (#3540) rolls Stealth for "Sneaky Sneaky! KP:1":
1 2 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Cypher (#3540) rolls Stealth for "Sneaky Sneaky! KP:3":
1 2 2 5 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Russik (#6502) rolls Stealth:
1 1 2 8
«Plot» Dorian says, "Alright Russik and Dorian are on standby. Time for some decking."
Russik doesn't have a know to use masks. He goes with trid favorite, low baseball cap and aviator sunglasses.
Cypher sneaks up as best he can to the junction box, then works to get it open and then access the network inside.
«OOC» Cypher says, "What would you want me to roll?"
«OOC» Dorian says, "Eletronics B/R 4 for junction box casing."
«Auto-Judge[]» Cypher (#3540) rolls Electronics + Task Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "Opening the junction box casing with my Super Tools! Cost me 400 grand.":
1 1 2 3 3 4 4 5 9 9 10 16 = 7 Successes
Cypher smiles faintly as he scans the casing, and pulls out a slim tool, a moment or to later, the lock is off, and the casing opens up. He studies the interior for a moment, searching for the right point to access and disable the cameras, and then where to disable the panic button and finally, spring the alarms.
«Auto-Judge[]» Cypher (#3540) rolls Computers + Task Pool: 3 vs TN 8 for "Hacking thier security system, I should need around 5 total success to get all my tasks done.":
2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 8 8 10 15 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Cypher (#3540) rolls Computers + Task Pool: 3 - 4 vs TN 8 for "Hacking thier security system, I should need around 5 total success to get all my tasks done. KP:4":
3 3 4 5 5 5 5 7 9 = 1 Success
«Plot» Cypher stands with 5 Successes. 2 to break into the system, 1 to disable panic button, 1 to disable cameras, 1 to set off alarms randomly.
The Decker will be able to access the system and play with it at his whim. Toying with the cameras with still-frames and the like is an easy task, and the panic button as well as he's had plenty experience with that. Cypher will be able to set off trip-wires and alarms within the museum to start getting the guard's attentions.
Cypher pulls out his smaller deck, the one he carries when he isnt expecting a big workload. He quickly attaches some leads to some wires, and then jacks in. It doesnt take long, a few programs start to run and he then loads up his Agent. The Agent will simply keep randomly triggering alarms until its found and shut down by a security decker. That done, he packs up his gear, and closes the junction box.
Commlink-Cypher> Cypher says, "Mission a go, move now."
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Roger that."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Electronics B/R + Task Pool: 1 vs TN 5 for "Opening Maglock R5 casing":
1 3 4 20 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Electronics B/R + Task Pool: 1 - 1 vs TN 5 for "Opening Maglock R5 casing KP1":
1 2 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Electronics + Task Pool: 1 vs TN 5 for "Fiddling with Maglock R5, picking the lock.":
1 2 3 16 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Electronics + Task Pool: 1 - 1 vs TN 5 for "Fiddling with Maglock R5, picking the lock. KP2":
1 1 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Electronics + Task Pool: 1 - 1 vs TN 5 for "Fiddling with Maglock R5, picking the lock. KP5":
1 3 11 = 1 Success
Russik hangs out empty handed just as some stand by muscle dude, loitering on the corner, doing God knows what and who knows why.
Dorian moves to the door quickly as soon as he has the go, he busts out his electronics mini toolkit and begins working on the casing, sooner or later he has it opened and begins working on the guts of the lock. It isn't too long before he finally hears the heart-warming click and gestures Russik over while putting his kit away, he draws his pistol and screws on a silencer onto it's barrel, lock and loading the gel rounds and opening the door, heading in like a ninja.
Cypher makes his way back away from the museum now that his work is done. He finds a spot to hide out in thats not near the place, and keeps an eye with his bird drone on Dorian and Russik.
Russik smirks at the pistol. He cracks his artificial knuckles. He's no ninja. Just a 1/2 meat cinderblock.
Dorian is more lethal with his barehands than his pistol. But sometimes, it's best to have the range on your side and be ready. He pulls out his pocsec and reads over the list real quick.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Alright, we need Hattori Hanzo's katana, Hitler's suicide Walther PPK, Al Capone's Thompson submachinegun, and Vassili Zaitsev's Mosin Nagant."
Commlink-Cypher> Cypher says, "Obviously no one values history anymore if we are snatching that for 10k. I didn't pay that much attention in high school, but I recognize most of those names."
Russik doesn't have a clue, either.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Only worth something in private collections, and it's pride. Museum sees them missing and they'll pay close attention to shadow auctions, that's for sure."
On the inside of the loading area sits three GMC Bulldogs, the side panels opened and obviously some things were being loaded in or out of them. While the guards are out and about checking out the alarms and trying to figure out what's wrong with the system, there's a a driver who stands near the front of one, seated on a crate and smoking a cigarette, waiting for his chance to drive off and deliver the goods.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Alright we got some civie here, we'll have to neutralize him.."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dorian will attempt to sneak up on him and ninja the driver."
Russik gives a thumbs up and without speaking points at himself and then Dorian and shrugs. Over the comm "Which?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 vs TN 16 for "Driver's perception, does he notice the ninja Elf?":
2 3 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Reaction vs TN 4 for "Surprise!":
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 2 4 4 5 5 10 11 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 6 vs TN 4 for "Driver's surprise test":
1 1 2 2 4 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Ninjitsu + 5 vs TN 4 for "Ninja'ing the Driver, base TN 4, CP5/11, KP5":
1 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 7 15 16 = 9 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Driver's Brawling, No CP due to being surprised.":
1 3 3 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 - 1 vs TN 4 for "Driver's Brawling, No CP due to being surprised. KP1":
1 4 4 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dorian has 6 net successes on the Driver, 8 strenght + 2 Plastic Bone lacing +1 Hardliner Gloves, he's soaking 11M base, 4 successes bring it up to 11D, 2 more successes stage it up to 12D."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 + 4 vs TN 12 for "Driver soaking, civilian clothing, no armor, CP 4/5 KP1/2":
3 4 5 5 10 10 10 15 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 + 4 - 1 vs TN 12 for "Driver soaking, civilian clothing, no armor, CP 4/5 KP2/2":
1 1 3 4 10 11 16 = 1 Success
«Plot» Dorian says, "Invincible Driver takes an S, surviving the surprise round taking it combat and init. Will he have time to act before Dorian?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Initiative with a result of 25.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 2 for "+1 Driver's init, -3 wound mod.":
4 10
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dorian 25, Driver 11."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Ninjitsu + 5 vs TN 4 for "Ninja'ing the Driver, base TN 4, CP10/11, KP5":
1 1 1 1 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 9 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Ninjitsu + 5 - 4 vs TN 4 for "Ninja'ing the Driver, base TN 4, CP10/11, KP6":
1 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 + 1 vs TN 4 for "Driver's Brawling, CP 5/5 KP2/2":
1 2 4 5 13 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Dorian says, "Same deal, 12D soaking."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 vs TN 12 for "Driver's Soaking, civilian clothing, no armor, CP and KP burned":
2 2 2 3 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dorian will silence him before he even peeps up."
Dorian keeps low to the ground and steps silently towards the awaiting driver, and as soon as he's near he quickly brings a quick knife hand down to the side of the man's neck in order to put him out in one blow, however this little fragger is a little tough than expected and grunting while clutching his neck, he turns to face the Elf only to be greeted with a single face that hits him sqare across the chin as it hooks in in order to cause a double trauma within his skull as the brain rattles from side to side and turns the lights out.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Driver down, let's start looking for things and hurry."
Cypher stays nearby, watching things going on via his drones, keeping eyes on the area in case someone decides to actually phone the cops or a company to fix thier alarms.
After a little of running around everywhere and finding no culprits inside, the guards are indeed asking themselves questions by now. They're getting rather certain that their alarms are malfunctioning as they begin to gather in the security room and checking the cameras one last time, before they decide to call the Security Hardware company that handled the rigging of the museum so they can get a technician to come in order to shut things down.
Russik is right behind Dorian, being the look out guy when Dorian does his "magic". He will also carry anything needed and stuff.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Alright, let's start looking for the goods. Grab some extra too, anything that can fit in a bag."
Commlink-Cypher> Cypher says, "Better hurry, after they realize the alarms are malfunctioning, they will be back to work."
Dorian pulls out a foldable nylon bag, unfolding it and tossing it on the ground and unzipping it quickly.
While the two are checking out the trucks for their listed goods and some extras, two guards are currently heading back to the loading area with the intent of finishing up their job so they can drive off with the KO-ed driver in order to deliver the goods. The rest that are unloading the trucks are still in the security room trying to fix their electronics, while the technician is on his way.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Intelligence for "Thermo, Low-Light, Vision Mag 3; Looking for the goodies.":
1 3 3 3 5 5 5 5
Russik can cover (or try) if Dorian wants to continue looking.
Dorian isn't finding much..
«Auto-Judge[]» Russik (#6502) rolls Intelligence:
1 3 5 9
The Ork has more luck than Dorian in finding the goods, he was leaning against the very Bulldog that was being loaded for delivery. The goodies are all inside, along with some extras to justify some general theft.
Russik checks a crate or two and then stumbles upon some shit he doesn't know what it is but it is shiny. "Hey, check this out, there is some kick ass katana here and shit." he points out to Dorian.
«Plot» Dorian says, "Russik and Dorian, roll hearing perception."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Intelligence for "Hearing Amplification, Select Sound Filter 2":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Russik (#6502) rolls Intelligence:
1 5 10 14
«Plot» Dorian says, "Russik can hear some footsteps approaching the door to the loading area, the door that leads to the inside of the museum."
Dorian is busy checking out the crate that Russik found, checking off the list of the items and taking them out in order to load them up in the bag, along with some extras.
Commlink-Russik> Russik says, "Contact 6 o'clock, 50ish meters."
Since Dorian got the shit, he will move to intercept, powering up his fist.
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Got smokes? Cloud up the door."
Russik will do just that.
Cypher moves around outside, giving himself a good view of the back door. He reaches into his coat and pulls out an MGL 6 grenade launcher, then slips a clip with superflash into it.
Commlink-Cypher> Cypher says, "When you start to run, I'll flash anyone pursuing you."
«Auto-Judge[]» Russik (#6502) uses 1 of item 1: Smoke Hand Grenade from Hand Grenades (#9670).
Dorian zips up the bag and shoulders it, picking up his pistol immediately and waits by the door for the Ork to smoke the other one and make his way back. «Roger that. Smoke that shit big boy and let's high-tail it. The Decker's gonna cover our asses.»
Russik grabs a grenade off his belt, pulls the pin (NOT with his teeth), lets it ignote in his hand and once the smoke is going it, rolls it towards the door.
Dorian moves to the door and holds it open for himself and the Ork and waits for the other.
The two guards approaching the door are having casual talk about what stopping by the Red Rock later on to pick up some burgers for some late night grub once they're done loading up the truck. However when they open the door, their conversation is killed immediately as they are greeted by smoke, one coughing and waving his hand. "What the frag?!" "Fire??!" One of them comms up with the rest of the crew. "Smoke in the shipping area! Call the firemen!"
Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "That's our queue to G.T.F.O. Come on big boy!"
Russik beats feet, grabbing first, all he needs, then, all he can. Following Dorian and if he gets stuck, the calling him over the radio and getting directions.
As the two make their way out of the door, the two guards finally recognize the white smoke as not actual fire smoke and venture through the cloud, just in time to see the door shut and find the unconcious body of the driver. "Breach! Breach! Driver down! Frag the firemen, call the Knight! We'll pursuit! Intercept from the front!"
Cypher starts ordering his drones to a redenvous point so he can pick them later. He carefully takes aim on the back door with his MGL6, he sets the rangefinder, calculating three meters from the door, giving them time to get outside before he blinds them.
Dorian kicks his body into high gear as he begins sprinting along towards their cars, he doesn't want to get in the way of those superflahses if one is set off behind him. Those things suck ass. Like.. a lot of ass.
Russik is high-tailing it behind Dorian, carrying an armful of various trinkets.
The personel door to the shipping area is fine to keep a look out for, two guards are on their way towards the door, however a group of 4 are making their way towards the front doors as seen through the window panneling, all of them carrying flashlights and the sorts to look for their actual culprits.
Cypher chuckles faintly, and keeps his visual on the area, anyone that gets near the team gets blinded.
Dorian finally reaches the meet point, loading the bag into the car, and hurrying Russik into the car as well before he gets into the driver's seat and awaits to make sure Cypher bails out safely as well. He starts up the engine, and ready to drive off at any given second.
Commlink-Cypher> Cypher says, "Get lost, I'll fade away"
Cypher holsters his MGL 6 since the team is in the car. He pockets his mask and starts strolling off down the street, appearing just like an ork out at night for a walk.
"There they are!" The group exclaims as they make their way out of the front doors, the front one pointing off towards the car driving off. "Did you hit the panic button?" "I did!" "Knight should be here soon or by now! Call them to be sure!" The group coming out the back joins up with the front group, flashlights looking frantically left and right.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Smuggling Routes:
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«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Smuggling Routes for "KP 7":
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Cypher makes his way back to his car, stows his gear in the smuggling compartment, and casually drives off. Its just an ork in a car, nothing to see here.
Dorian is able to locate the proper smuggling route at the last moment, looking at his autonav in order to get a scope of the area and see if he can recognize a road to use by the borders to skip the checkpoint. Wouldn't be wise to use them with a car filled with stolen goods, and a possible call given to Knight about a white Americar having robbed the museum. Thankfully the car is nondescrip and quite common, and also the Elf is able to smuggle himself across the border in order to deliver the goods properly.
Cypher uses the regular border, since he has his gear stowed in an illegal smugglign compartment. He meets up at the rendevous point for the delivery and payment, then heads off his seperate ways…..he isnt about to have an afterparty with the elf.
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