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GM: Posh
Players: Ace, Hek, Posh, Prey
Synopsis: BTLs are showing up where they shouldn’t be, outside of Red Dragon parlors in the Asian District. Posh gets an informal message from Trevor that it would be ‘very nice’ if she could solve this problem for him, and she agrees to do it for only twenty grand to cover her expenses. So she arranges to go with Ace, Hek, and Prey on a mission to track this down. First, in the trix, Hek performs a harrowing search and also creates fake party references to create a believable meet with Harry Wong of the 88s. Then, at the meet, they managed to convince Harry to let them retrieve the BTLs bought from him by a gang of wet-nosed frathouse dealers. Hitting them and teaching them a lesson, and retrieving their guns and gear, they manage to make a getaway. In order not to piss off angry fratboy daddies, they trauma patch the only one who’d been at risk of death and return Wong’s property, leaving him with both the payment and the chips, and leaving the Red Dragon pleased as well.
Date: 12/20/2075
Posh grins as she concludes her opening interview with the new fellow before her, finishing her whiskey. "Tell me," she says. "How's your putonghua?" she asks. "Or do you have a relavent linguasoft?" she asks. "There's a…careful negotiation I might like your assistant with," she says. "I might as well tell you now. Some chips have been showing up in the Asian Sector that shouldn't be," she says. "On Golden Monkey Street, apparently, at a couple of the clubs that folks have been hitting. That's now how the Red Dragon Triad likes to have business done," she explains. "It was…mentioned to me by an associate that it would be a fine thing if the source of the chips were discovered and closed off," she says. "I'll be happy to pay nuyen, directly, for this," she says. "Ten thousand, in fact, payable…tonight."
"So you want to try me out tonight, but first we have a job that needs done? Alright, I think I can manage that. But then it's you and me, Mooreland building, tonight. I'll show you just how good putonghua can get!" he says, not understanding the word, nor catching Posh's attempt at gently letting him down. Because why would she? Of COURSE she was apologizing for her coyness. It makes total sense.
Finishing his glass and only skipping a beat, Ace starts pouring himself another, offering Posh more as well. "Tell me more about this job we're doing. What exactly do you need on my end?" he asks, speaking business finally.
Posh narrows her eyes, and then shakes her head. "Look," She says. "You're exactly the guy I need," she says, blushing hard, and shaking her head. "This is…I can't believe I'm saying this, but…" She shakes her head. "I think, Ace. I think I want you to marry me."
(On the way to the meet, Posh explains, although she does not seem delighted by the fact, that the operational cover of a pair of bickering newlyweds actually would probably be utterly perfect as a start, to get the couple in situations where we don't belong, to potentially gain combat advantage.)
Inside her rather roomy van with Ace, the latter focused on his pocsec, the interior jammed with electronics and the like, Posh, putting the van on a rather lazy pathway back to the Asian Sector as she gets in touch with her fixer, Les.
«'Eyup, Les, I'm hoping you can help with a bit of a favor. I need to get in touch with a man who knows something about the '88s, and preferably doesn't mind a job that might not be in their very best interests» she says, having provided Les with an extra one of her taccomm units for such quick, secure messaging. She checks to make sure it's still on its power oscillator, resetting every few seconds to avoid most realistic possibility of scanning and decryption.
A message is then sent on to Prey. «Might need a little close-up backup for a quick gig. Should be quick, closing off a few things going where they shouldn't. Got ten in the pipe for you, if you want."
KP set at 6 for all. (7 for humans). Enemies are balanced to book stats (3-6)
No small-arms AV. This includes all AV rounds and gyrojet plusrockets.
All such AV items can be used straightforwardly as APDS.
No tats, unless you are capable of learning and casting the tatted spell.
Must choose between John Woo Chip and Rangefinder for any given action.
Spell Success Cap: Force * 1.5 (round up)%r%r%rAny objections?
This is intended to create an rules environment to establish reasonable threats in my particular spotlight."
«Plot» Prey says, "Orbital laser allowed. I am in."
«Plot» Ace says, "I'm cool with the house rules today. I don't have any of those things."
«Plot» Hek says, "We're good"
With anything as public as the BTL trade, even the best kept secrets are bound to get out at some point. The fact that the Surenos have greatly expanded their market throughout the CAS is no secret, nor is it a secret that the expansion has come at the expense of the Eighty-Eight triads. The Kong chips have been pushed out in favor of a local, home grown product. While nobody knows exactly where the Surenos are cooking their chips at, there is no doubt that it is happening somewhere in the metroplex.
Given their connections with organized crime, and the corporation that grew out of the cartels, it is no surprise that the gang is adept at keeping their ear to the street, the matrix, and any other avenue that word gets around about anything that might affect their rackets. When Les starts putting out feelers for those familiar with how the Eighty-Eights run their chips, it does not take long for the Surenos and through them, Hek to hear about it. And so Hek finds himself on a burner phone, sorting out the particulars of meeting up with a couple of other freelancers.
Hek is informed that a fellow with such expertise would be needed, and that the person arranging the job is known to the shadow scene as Posh - the one who's advertised her own personal services as an 'on the go' fixer. Someone who, at least in that scene, puts her money where her mouth is. Or is it the other way around?
Regardless," she grits her teeth, fearing the personality conflict between Prey and Ace as it is. But it's a low paying job, and she can't really bring the minotaur on this one. So it is with a smile that she opens the rear doors of the van in front of the pickup location for Prey.
Prey waits by the Chrome, even if she seems…irritated. Not that she ever doesn't look irritated. The fingers of one hand tapping along the leg of her pants, all the way up to the point where she gets picked up with a grunt.
"We'll be meeting a specialist advisor that Les located for us," Posh explains. «Would you like to suggest a location for the meet, or are you amenable to a pickup?» asks Posh.
Hek is ameniable to being picked up in Heather Ridge, a part of the CAS that in some places could be mistaken for the Warrens by corporate types whose experience of such things is limited to images they consume via media channels controlled by their masters. The scene is a typical one, with Hek being just another face among a half dozen or so males who have congregated in front of a corner market. The barred windows are further covered by signs for everything from Tecate to NERPS. With it being near freezing, there are few people out and about as the weekend winds down. At least in this part of the metroplex, some people still have jobs to get to in the morning… even if they are making last minutes runs for beer and snacks in between NFL games.
As the van approaches, the group on the corner eyes it with the wary sort of edge inherent in those for whom turf wars and drive bys are a common part of life. They only relax slightly when Hek puts himself out there, stepping away from the safety of the group to approach and presumably enter the van. "Catch you fools later!" He calls out, the response to which are a bunch of good natured curses and middle fingers.
Posh nods to Prey as she enters into the well-equipped, if not exactly comfortable vehicle. Slipping behind sight a moment, Posh shifts the photovoltaic paint of the van to one with long, ragged streaks of fake rust, the modified competitor to the Leyland Rover now a rusty Aztech Luna, something common as dirt to make deliveries from. With the autonav directing to Heather Ridge, and without having to cross a border, the pickup's easy to be arranged.
The van stops a reasonable amount of space away, ensuring that a threatening posture is avoided, and the side door is opened and Posh waves, trying to defuse the situation as early as possible.
Inside there's plenty of seating, the thick redhead, and an athletic, dark haired man and a very dangerous looking little woman.
"Well," she says. "We can make introductions or not, but you all know me," she says. "So," she says to Hek. "BTLs have been showing up for sale in the clubs of the Asian District, apparently in the pockets of gwailo kids. The Red Dragon considers that under recent pressures, the 88s might not be as conscientious about checking their distribution customers as they should be," Posh says. "So I'm hoping to ask you who to squeeze: what fellows might be involved in such a scheme."
Posh explains. "Of course we cannot act directly against the 88s, but my personal objective is to…take care of this customer, in the hopes that a new source does not try to sell into Red Dragon clubs."
"Fraggin' Harry Wong." Hek says without having to give it much thought, the name coming easily to mind when Posh inquires about who might be behind the distribution of the chips. "Kong chips right?" Hek asks, seeking clarification just in case his understanding of the dynamics at play are not what he initially assumes. "All that Far East fantasy drek, warrior monks and dragons re-establishing the Middle Kingdom.. with plenty of violence, skin and opaluence thrown in to make it compelling?" Given the attention to detail, one might wonder if he's chipped a few of them himself.
"Truth be told, Wong is a smart mother fucker. Doubt he'd do it openly like that… but what frag do I really know? Don't spend much time in Chinatown myself."
"Exactly as you say," says Posh. "All the wuxia melodrama, with the emo track turned up to 10. Red hot, makes Calis look ice cold," she says, with a smile. "This Wong fellow, well," she says. "I doubt very much that he'd be doing it openly. He might be selling to a new customer, who is then doing it," she says. "I mean, the Eighty-Eights don't exclusively sell to end users, right? What about a gang that deals on extraterritorial corp land, and so on?" Posh asks. "They supply other outfits, too, as well as to end users on their turf, I imagine."
Posh arches an eyebrow as she glances to them "Perhaps…" She grins. "I don't know. I wonder how we might go about arranging a meeting with Wong. Perhaps we run a…I don't know. A…" She grits her teeth. "Some sort of swingers' club that needs to buy a bigger supply of chips?" she asks.
Posh seems arrested momentarily. "Got some what?" she asks of Prey.
Posh shakes her head. "Anyway, I'm sure you're imagining what you're here for," she says. "I need everything I can know on Wong, and perhaps weaknesses so that we can find out where he's supplying, if he's taking on some outside gang as customers, and they're doing the distributing," she says. "I need you," she says, turning to Ace, "to help me sell some crazy reason why the two of us need to meet a Triad gang and figure out who he's selling to. Maybe if there are some…uh…other gwailos we might buy from. We're a little uncomfortable in the area."
She grits her teeth, but she shakes her head. "I can probably sell that. And you," she says, to Prey. "When we find out who the hell it is, well, you job is to not kill him, or her, but to make that person remember, for the rest of their lives, not to sell, nor let anyone who works for them sell, in Red Dragon turf," she says. "I'm helping to arrange this, and of course my personal assistance here, but I think I can call my friend and request a little discretionary assistance, now that we have something to go on."
She looks up and to the right for a moment, and then smiles. "Excellent. I think we are ready to go then," she says. "Where does Wong operate?" she asks, turning to Ace. "I suppose we need to cook up a reason to get this Wong's attention, and get our disguises in gear," she says, her hair and eyes slipping to a dark, rich brunette.
Ace glances about the van.
"I'm sorry, I think I might have missed a part. What exactly is going on?" he finally asks.
Posh looks a little surprised. "Well, yes," she says. "But…like…you've never taken enforcer's work?" she asks, a little incredulously. "That's what I'm talking about here. Wound 'em. Mess 'em up," she says, before she turns back to Hek. "Hmm…not promoters, but that's damn good," she says, going completely Kardashian now as she starts to apply some bronzer to her cheeks. "Like," she says. "We should totally get some of those new Hot Kongs we heard about, right honey?" she asks. "And we heard from a guy at Maggie Chao's on Golden Monkey and…" She stops for a moment, and blinks.
"Umm," she says. "We're deciding how we are going to approach this task," she explains to Ace. "At the moment, allow me to summarize. This fine gentleman here provides us intel on Mr. Wong of the 88s, and we attempt to pretend to be purchasing BTLS for a party, to find the connection. Then we go and help Prey mess up the connection," she explains. "Don't worry, Prey, I'm bringing the trauma patches this time. Just do your thing."
Prey slowly, even for her, stretches out her arms. "Wake me up then, chica."
"Just tell me what you need of me, and I'll be more than happy to do it. There's other things I'd like to get to tonight, love." Ace says, making innuendo about earlier discussions. "Oh, and we need rings. We got so wrapped up in wedding plans we didn't even acquire any." Ace adds, with a smile. He doesn't seem to take this triad business very seriously, which might just be a huge mistake on his part.
Hek furrows his brow as the plan comes together. "We need a legit cover here. Something that makes the party seem real, big enough to attract a crowd that will go through a couple hundred beetles."
Posh nods to Hek. "I think you're absolutely right," she says. "But that's reasonably easy to set up," she says. "We're…let's see, perhaps out of town reps. Aztlan patron nobility, purchasing for a party hosted by my friend," she says. "I know just the fellow, who'd be able to put up the requisite social media post," she explains. "Wong would be able to check that out. There's no way he'd have the reach to see if they're /actually/ throwing a party, not into the Azzie sector," she says, with a grin. "Shall I ring him up?"
-----> Contact for Posh (#11342) <-----
Contact Name: Il Bastardo
Level: 1
Type: aztlan patron
GM Note:
Il Bastardo is the illegitimate son of an Aztechnology executive and large landowner. He doesn't hold official positions in Aztechnology, but has through his connections developed a rather shadowy network of those who do work for him in advancing his unofficial career. He desires to become known as a powerbroker among the elite, and is useful for the occasional small favor or bit of inside info on internal politics among the virtual nobles in Aztechnology. He's recently moved his operation to Denver, particularly helping to raise funds and investment for spun-off efforts of the Aztechnology Special Projects Division.
Further fleshing out the thoughts already racing through his mind, Hek expounds upon how to get the word out. "I could hit the 'trix, throw some drek up at where ever it is that the reclusive chipheads congregate and make their plans at. Wouldn't be too hard to find a spot along the Ridge, some warehouse or whatever." As he speaks, he nods slightly to himself, his eyes slightly defocused as he pictures all of the moving pieces coming together.
"Or, you call up your chummer and let him handle all of that drek." Hek agrees with Posh's suggestion.
Posh shakes her head. "Well," she says. "Actually, the thing is this. If you can really pull all this off, that's a better cover," she explains. "It's not like my guy has a long history of throwing chip parties, we'd just be basing it off the general assumptions about the idle rich. You could actually put it into proper context with your idea." She nods. "If you can pull it off, well, let's do it, if we can get all those folks there, costless," she says. "See, that's exactly why I asked you in on this. Expert knowledge of the BTL game."
"I can plant the seeds, your guy and his people can talk them up." Hek suggests, head on pivot as he looks around the van as if searching for something. "I was not planning on running the trix. I need to get my deck, find a place to jack in."
Posh grins. "Well, I've got a fixed base sat dish," she says. "I don't think it needs particular hookups, but that should help sort things," she explains. "Are you able to get a good connection, do what you need, via satlink?" she asks. "That is perfect, actually. You tweet, and my pal will retweet." She nods. "If we can front that we're a big customer, he might actually be much more willing to tell us what we need to know."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Etiquette vs TN 5 for "Remote favor request from Il Bastardo (Tweet and Retweet)":
2 4 7 8 11 15 = 4 Successes
Posh chooses to send a quick txt to El Bastardo with a favor to do a quick hint to forward the invitation on to his rich, wealthy social network, and to handle the 'aww' posts when the party's cancelled after the gig.'
She grins. "Well, this should be rather solid. A good reason to deck, a quick friendly meeting, and then a brief confrontation," she says, moving the van to a bit of open hillspace - the likelihood of attention or a random stop on a Luna van that always has just the paint job is relatively low.
"All right," she says. "Just give us a location, and we'll wait there," she offers, with a grin to Hek.
She nods to Ace. "So," she says. "To clear things up," she says. "We're going to meet this Wong as the negotiators to buy for this rich chiphead rave," she explains. "Chinese themed and all that. We make it seem like we're big buyers, big buyers in the future, but we'd like to work something out so that we don't step on his toes. We ask him if he has been doing major sales to any other…you know. Outsiders."
«Plot» Hek says, "Posh, how does this sound for the sake of moving the plot along? Hek has to connect to the satellite. Then he does the info search to find the host. We use matrix quick resolution rules for planting the information, Call it Orange(6)?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Computers vs TN 5 for "Locate a NewsNet Satellite - Light Urban BaseTN(6), -1 Constellation Density":
2 2 3 4 7 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Computers + 7 vs TN 5 for "Decryption Test - Computers + 7:HP vs Access:9 - Decrypt:4":
1 1 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 5 10 = 7 Successes
«Plot» Hek says, "Masking 9, Bod 2"
«Plot» Hek says, "Satellite is a Green6, so you roll 6/7 and don't tell me"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 7 (to no one) for "Tally 1":
3 4 4 4 7 8 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Computers + 7 vs TN 2 for "Logon to RTG: Denver NA/DEN - Computers + 7:HP vs Access: 8 - Deception: 6":
1 1 1 2 2 2 4 5 5 5 5 7 11 = 10 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 7 (to no one):
2 5 5 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Computers vs TN 7 for "Standard Info Search: BaseTN(5) +2 Keeping a Low Profile, Need 2 successes":
2 3 3 5 7 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls 2 for "Times 2 for hours":
3 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 7 (to no one) for "Green 4 vs Info":
1 2 2 4 = 0 Successes
Here on the LTG, you find yourself able to scan through the infinite nodes of data. There are traces, indeed, a scent that you seem to pick up, that digital stench seeming to intensify, now, as you find other nodes linked to the BTL game. You can find something that is a virtual representation, almost, something hidden as a simple datastore. Here, it is clear - you can see utilities managing information calmly, robotically. It's designed to look simple, out of fashioned. This is the place, apparently.
For the others, Posh had been apologetic, but this seemed to be the best approach that she can come up with," she says. "I still feel like we might be missing something. Why don't we hit the streets," she says."
orange-7/13/12/12/14/12
5 - Probe-7 with Sparky-10 with Killer-9
9 - Killer-7 Cascading
14 - Passive Alert
19 - Tar Pit-5
24 - Tar Pit-5 Shield
28 - Blaster-7 Expert Defense
31 - Blaster-9 Expert Offense
34 - Active Alert
37 - Black Lethal-7
41 - Construct-7
46 – Shutdown
Present Tally: 3
The process starts off quickly enough once Posh positions the van in the middle of an out of the way apartment complex. With a decent LOS on the satellite dish, Hek manages to find the constellation he is searching for in under a minute. A few seconds later, he announces. "In Denver, starting to search."
And then, the day passes, as does the night, and a good part of the next day. Hek nourishes himself with protein bars and water during the process, but there is no two ways about it, the guy is apparently far from a matrix wizard. It takes him a long time to sort through all of the data to figure out where Denver's chip heads socialize in the matrix. Yet he is persistent, and he finally puts the pieces together.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Computers + 7 for "7=Logon to Host - Computers + 7:HP vs Access:13 - Deception:6":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 3 5 5 7 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 7 vs TN 7 for "Vs DF":
1 1 3 3 4 5 17 = 1 Success
Present Tally: 4
You are able to smoothly log into the correct host. In here, it's a very…hasty setup, perpaps. Overspending on the defenses, with vast looking IC around, in a host that seems like it was clearly adapted from a far more mundane datastore. There seems to be a huge amount of information in here, in various nodes that are presented via choosing which spot you wish to enter on an assembly line. There are infinite other utilities here, all working on assembly lines stretching as far as the eye can see.
In the hallucinatory world of the matrix, a Chinese looking peasant in a dark grey traditional garb approaches the non-descript matrix host that appears to be just a data processing warehouse for the kind of banal social media data that is of little value to nearly everyone.
Inside the van, Hek's eyes flit about beneath half lidded eyes in some sort of manic REM state as his mind and the cyberdeck's MPCP leverage the deception routines to trick the matrix host into believing that he has a valid user account, and should be allowed to access the system.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Computers + 7 vs TN 6 for "Locate File - Computers + 7:HP Index: 12 - Browse: 6":
1 2 2 2 2 4 4 4 5 5 8 11 17 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 7 vs TN 7 (to no one) for "Vs DF":
1 1 2 2 2 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Hek says, "Was that the right roll, or do I need another one?"
"Come here mother fucker…" Hek mumbles to himself, the words somewhat slurred as drool pools in the corner of his mouth and seeps into his closely trimmed beard.
Inside the matrix, processes spawn as enterprise grade search algorithms divert plenty of processing power to filter through the contents of the host. It does not take long, and soon he finds himself staring at the contents of the message boards that are the lifeblood of the Denver BTL community. Reviews for chips, sorted by content. Ratings of dealers. Of BTL dens.
As you browse through the data, whirring stores in and out of your consciousness with a swype of your peasant walking stick, it seems like you alert no incoming IC of your presence here. Soon you have the file that you were searching for: information and notes about tipoffs, what places seem marked 'legit' by suppliers, and such. This is apparently the secret datastore where 'the word' is gotten 'out' regarding parties that there's been a lot of information about. A market information clearing house, so to speak, for a couple BTL raves. There's probably information of value in a place like this beyond what you are specifically looking for, too.
«Plot» Posh says, "14."
«Plot» Hek says, "Ouch… here goes ntohing"
However, Hek manages to score one over this host, able to insert his own data about the party at a Stanfried rented warehouse, to be held soon. There seems to be no awareness of Hek's persona's presence, yet, as well. Seems like he managed to pull this one off.
"Come on out and play… all the cool kids are doing it.." Hek muses, the drool soaked lips forming into a thin smile as the deck splices together content from all over the site, cherrying picking the most popular images and themes to construct what looks like a legitimate party flier.
"What else you got around here?" His mind whirls with the thoughts of nuyen and pay data. Plenty of black mail material on a site like this.
«Plot» Posh says, "TN 6 for graceful logoff"
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Computers + 7 vs TN 12 for "Locate Paydata - Computers + 7:HP - Index: 12 Evaluate: 0":
1 1 1 1 2 3 4 5 5 5 10 11 15 = 1 Success
"You fuckers are getting doxed.." Though there is a hint of self satisfaction in his slurred tone, it does not pierce the focused mask that has settled onto his face. Working without a utility to parse the contents of the data stores for valuable content, Hek relies completely on his understanding of systems and file structures to sort through the troves of data. The system admins were good, and the indexes were intentionally obfuscated, but it becomes obvious after a few seconds that they are still using off the shelf software.
"Got it…. Downloading…" Seconds stretch out, seemingly longer as he unconsciously holds his breath while the secret habits of powerful denizens of Denver are transferred into deck's permanent storage.
«Plot» Hek says, "Hek manages to find 1 point of paydata. On an orage system that is …"
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls 2:
4 13
«Plot» Hek says, "100mp of data"
«Plot» Hek says, "Paydata defense is…"
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls 1:
3
«Plot» Hek says, "Scramble IC"
«Plot» Hek says, "Hek, being an idiot, was not smart enough to think about Scramble IC before trying to grab the data. When Posh gets back, she needs to roll the Scramble IC rating versus 6 to see if the IC eats the data."
«Plot» Hek says, "Ace, how does that work? Would Hek even be able to attempt the download? Or would he find the pay data, and see that it is scrambled"
«Plot» Hek says, "P228 SR3 core just says the IC triggers if a Decrypt attempt fails."
Inside the van, Hek mutters an unintelligable curse. Meanwhile in the artificial reality of the matrix, the young sage in the archtypical kung fu style uniform gets into a bit of a disagreement with the robed official who is in charge of the temple's records.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Computers + 7 vs TN 10 for "Decrypt File - Computers + 7:HP - Files: 14 - Decrypt: 4":
1 1 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 8 10 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 7 vs TN 6 (to no one) for "Tally":
1 1 1 2 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Computers + 7 vs TN 10 for "Download File - Computers + 7:HP Files: 14 - Read/Write: 4":
1 1 1 1 1 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 7 vs TN 6 (to no one) for "Tally":
1 1 2 3 4 4 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Computers + 7 vs TN 10 for "Download File - Computers + 7:HP Files: 14 - Read/Write: 4 KP:1 (5/7 remain)":
1 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 7 10 = 1 Success
The rather boring industrial landscape of the host is recalibrated by Hek's reality filter into a vast array of a landowning mistake. As Hek tries to pull the documents off the robed official, there is a stamping around the corner as a shi bearing a large guan dao moves to approach. However, Hek appears to be able to tear the scroll off the
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 7 vs TN 9 for "Vs Masking":
1 1 3 3 5 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 7 vs TN 6 (to no one) for "Tally":
1 1 2 2 8 10 14 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls 4 for "+6 for Hek Init":
3 3 4 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 3 for "IC +7":
2 4 7
The large fellow with the guan dao and the flashing beard roars with rage as he manages to spot Hek, marching forward to boom out a challenge and lead the way with the massive glaive.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls 6 vs TN 3 for "Evasion Test - Evasion:6 - Orange7 - Cloak:4":
2 3 5 5 7 13 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Hek says, "It's an Orange7, right?"
«Plot» Hek says, "Host Security Rating vs Evasion(6)"
There is an audible *woopsshhh* sound as Hek's avatar snaps its head sideways in an exaturated motion to size up the pole arm wielding temple defender. Unarmed and already in possession of what he came for, he launches himself into a backwards somersault and leaps sideways to disappear behind a rice paper screen and down a hallway.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 7 vs TN 6 for "Vs Evasion":
1 1 2 5 5 7 7 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Hek says, "3 net successes go to Hek, so the IC can't act again for 3 turns"
«Plot» Hek says, "Minus any security tally Hek racks up between now and then"
The big tramping IC trumps up the stairs, the brutish man roaring and shaking his long, braided beard and hair in fury as he bashes through the rice paper screen. However, he seems to have caught his leg on the way, and he's stuck there, for a few heartbeats at least, as Hek is able to head back down to the screen, where the robed official is now gone and the scroll awaits in the ground - rather, the half of it that had torn off, but still legible.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Computers + 7 vs TN 7 for "Graceful Logoff - Computers + 7:HP vs Access:13 - Deception:6":
1 1 2 2 2 2 3 5 5 7 9 11 11 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 7 vs TN 6 (to no one) for "Tally":
1 2 3 4 5 9 10 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Now graceful logoff happens, and another IC spawns right as you disappear. You are able to retrieve all the paydata in addition to inserting the data about the party significant enough to lure Wong's attention."
Like some sort of digital, kung fu themed Loonie Tunes cartoon, Hek emerges from another door and sprints behind the guardian's back to swipe the remaining piece of the scroll on his way out of the temple. And so, back inside of the van Hek heaves a sigh of relief and finally disconnects the datajack from his temple.
"You guys are up.." He says tiredly, hands coming up to massage his temples as his chin slumps down towards his chest after the marathon matrix session.
Posh nods to Ace. "All right," she says. "Prey, keep a look out of the decker," she says. "We'll have one more step for you, Hek, a little smaller. As soon as we find out the name of the crew Wong sold to," she says. "We're going to have to ask you to do one last quick search to locate them," she says. "Then, the three of us bust in and take 'em down quick," she says.
Posh nods to Ace. "All right…husband. Get ready. We're going to see if we can't arrange a meeting with this Harry Wong fellow.
As it's all within the CAS, the nondescript van passes by a Lone Star patrol or two without incident, before pulling into the parking lot of the Super Delicious Buffet and Food, with Posh turning to give a grin.
"All right," she says. "Now if we scope out the area enough, we should be able to find a fellow or two to point us in the right direction," she says, with a nod to Ace. "That means no guns, no weapons. We might get searched too," she says. "So we'll have to…make sure that we get what we need to out of Harry without pissing him off. Ready?" she asks.
Around back, there are a pair of thugs out there, obviously selling drugs. Posh and Ace are just the right kind of middle class outsider - nobody would be coming here, unless they're customers.
"How do you do?" greets Posh brightly. "I was…told by a friend of a friend, you see, that I should try to get in touch with a…Harry Wong in order to make a big order?" she asks, trying to provide just the right kind of vapid fish out of water.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Etiquette + 2 vs TN 6 for "Outside":
1 1 1 1 2 2 3 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Ace (#8480) rolls Etiquette vs TN 6 for "Tres Chic Suit Ruining Posh's Cover.":
2 4 4 4 5 15 = 1 Success
Walking up to the thugs behind Posh, Ace joins the conversation uninvited. He looks all business, like a million nuyen. "Honey, we discussed this in the car. That sort of approach only works in the trids. Why don't you let us big boys do the talking." Ace says, dismissing Posh entirely.
"I .. HAVE .. PARTY… NEED .. MUCHO .. CHIPPORINOS." Ace says slowly and loudly, gesturing wildly like some rich asshole. "Oh, right. Porfavor." he adds, suggesting he thinks they speak Spanish.
Ace just stands there, staring at the guards as they try to figure out exactly what just happened.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Willpower vs TN 6 for "Murder.":
2 2 3 4 5 9 = 1 Success
Posh's face turns a rather interesting shade of red, at least, if one were a committed Communist. She then steps back. "Why sure, honey," she says. "You're exactly right. I know. Silly me, letting all those trids get away from my head," she says. "I don't know, I'll…stay over here and try to stop letting my vagina affect my brain so much."
The two rather rough looking Chinese guys look at each other for a moment. "Hey, quiet down buddy," one says, in perfect English. "And what the fuck, man? We aren't even those Filipino monkeys. You want Harry Wong?" They look a little suspicious, but it's clear that they can smell the money on these idiots. "Harry Wong's a very busy guy, though. But I think a meeting can be set up for, oh…five thousand?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Drug dealer negotiate vs Ace":
1 3 4 4 7 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Ace (#8480) rolls Negotiation vs TN 4 for "Fast Talk":
1 4 5 7 = 3 Successes
"Well I wouldn't go that far. Mentally, I mean. Keep thinking with that thing, but stand over there." Ace says, as he turns back to look at the guards. "Boys. You're the bellhops. Harry Wong is who I want to talk to. Do a good job and get him, and I'll tip well on the way out. Don't like my tip, you can shoot me then. But I never pay in advance for something I can't see, and I don't see Harry Wong."
Again, Ace just stands there, waiting on the guards.
«Stats System» You pay Ace (#8480) 2500 nuyen for " Half of meet 'fee'".
"We show you Harry Wong, you give five thousand, we set up the meet, OK?" says the talkative one, the other playing lookout and just shrugging. Hey, it's an obvious pisstake, but five thousand is five thousand. Posh nods, apparently a little impressed - no better way to prove you're a fool, than to be soon be parted with your money. «All right, hot shot, I'll ante up half that. Let's see how this goes»
They seem to be unconvinced, but they finally nod, negotiating and haggling. However, Ace is not haggling with them. He is only giving them the impression of haggling, when he has no intention to actually pay out the nuyen. So, after a few moments, they nod. "All right, follow up."
Posh can hear in Cantonese, which she translates over the comm:
"Looks like we've got some rich gwailos here, want to meet you. Yeah…yeah, just like those other idiots who've been buying lately. I know you don't want no trouble, Harry, but…hey sellin's been tough since the Sore…OK. OK, I'll bring 'em by."
Following the thugs inside, Ace almost forgets Posh. "Are you coming, dearest?" he asks, in a way that's hard to tell if it's sarcastic or genuinely an attempt to be charming. He seems pretty intent to just follow the guards inside, and talk his way through whatever this is.
One of the two guys who lead the both of you in, those looking far less sophisticated than the two who'd been inside with Harry, grins broadly. "All right, Harry," he says. "I convinced these two that they'd be willing to pay up five thousand to me for this meeting. Of course that's yours, boss," he says, nodding to his compadre and heading back out to their post where they sell a little out the back, leaving Posh and Ace in the room with Harry and his two taciturn fellow gamblers.
Harry sits back in his chair with a grin. "Five thousand?" he says. "You two tourist must uh…really wanna talk to me," he says, grinning, reaching over and pulling out a credstick reader and putting it on the table. "If you're ready to pay up, you've got Harry Wong's attention," he says. All smiles. At first. "Hey hey, come and bring out a drink for the guests," he says, grinning ingratiatingly, looking completely undangerous.
"I fear Harry, I must be blunt. I believe we did promise that, but I'm afraid after hearing what we have to say you'll agree it's unecissary, Mr. Wong. I'm here because you sold some chips to some people, and these people were unwilling to abide by certain rules." Ace pauses, for dramatic flair. "I believe you know who we're talking about. You know who they are, and the parties we represent want them dealt with, humanely, we are to scare, not kill if possible. It's an unfortunate turn of events, and I don't believe anyone blames you for it. As a token of our employers good will, we are also to bring you any of your product we find on them. Do you find these terms acceptable?" Ace smoothly and confidently puts all of his cards on the table, and lets Harry figure out where he stands.
«Auto-Judge[]» Ace (#8480) rolls Negotiation:
3 5 5 8
«Plot» Posh says, "TN was 8, by definition. 4 base, Suspicious enemy, Annoying to NPC including offer of payout vs loss of the customer."
Harry looks left and right, and he frowns a bit, getting far more serious as he looks directly back at you. "So that's the way you to play, huh?" he says. "All right," he says. "Look, I know it wasn't the best idea to begin with. But I'm not a man who backs off a deal. However, those idiots created a problem themselves," he says. "There were some fratboys, apparently, who live in an off-campus house just south of the Azzie sector. They bought a bunch of chips, all right? They said they'd give us a cut. We hadn't had an outfit, and a link to the gwailo college students…it was too good to give up," he says. "They bought some machine pistols and smartgoggles to 'go all Scarface bro', and a load of BTL." He frowns.
"I like a man who has energy," he says. "So few people around have energy. But you? You have the energy of the horse," he says, giving Ace a point. "I mean, I have the kids nuyen. I told them not to fuck up when I sold them this shit. And they fucked up," he says. "So now people see what happens when they fuck with Harry Wong," he says, clearly eager to rationalize his own way out of this one.
"You should be able to find the gwailo punks at the Zeta Omega frathouse just south of the Azzie sector," he says, finally, waving you away, turning to apparently get lost in though.
"I think you know the way out," says one of sunglasses-indoor boys, before starting up the game again. "Hey, let's get fuckin' drunk, Harry. Nice job getting back the BTLs you already got paid for." This simple fact seems to rather remarkably cheer Harry up, which is probably why he was so easy to convince.
Ace does a polite bow of his head to one side as he turns away to leave Mr.Wong to his game. He heads out the door, passing the Chinese guards that hassled him on the way in. "It was a pleasure doing business fellas, make sure you remind Harry that you got him the extra 5k on this deal next time he's mad at you." Ace remarks to the guards, as he continues on past towards where the van is parked.
Posh moves to follow you, once outside, looking almost irritated. "Okay, okay," she says. "That works," she says. "However, it seems like we've got a little trouble in our way. Not just that, well, these kids? Rich drug dealers? All you promised to give Harry was the BTLs, wasn't it?" She grins. "Who knows what else they've got?" she asks, stepping back into the van along with you and Hek.
"I promised product. They are dealing, that's the only reason we know. That means they have cash." Ace adds, hinting to Posh that he is more intelligent than he lets on. "But they'll have guns, and smart goggles. I'm not saying it won't be easy, but they're rich kids. Don't want to kill them."
Posh directs the van to head back to the Keeps. "Well," she says. "We'd best load up rather quickly, I suppose. I've got these well…outfits," she says, apparently reconsidering the use of the word harnesses. "And we can roll over these fratboy kids. The thing is, we've got to at least take basic care. An idiot who spends a lot of time playing trix games could possibly still cause some serious harm with a machine pistol," she says. "Anyway, you get in one of these, and we can link up, share data with each other, see if someone needs medical attention. Basic loadout," she says. "Frankly, if you've done CATCO spywork you'd no doubt be familiar with a similar setup, am I right?" she asks. "TACCOMM based. But you're a freelancer now, so at some point you'll have to buy your own if you don't want it all sweaty," she explains, with a grin, buckling hers on and then slipping its connection into her datajack port.
"Prey, one of these setups'll work for you, trodes for now, more for later," she says. "But yeah. The thing is, they might try to kill us. And that's the thing. This'll probably have crime all over it, so we need daddies trying to cover it all up, not daddies out for blood. But we've got to spill a little. So I've got the medgear to leave cripples, not corpses," she says. "I think that's how this one can go down." She shrugs. "Or are you saying we should go full-on gel and tasers, hope for the best?" She shrugs. "Aside from Prey? I'm leaving this one up to you. You seem to like making the decisions," she says, rolling her eyes.
Hek calibrates his TACCOM with the frequency used by the team and contemplates the situation. "Frat house implies lots of people." He states the obvious, just in case everyone else missed it. "We might be better off just gassing the place, instead of trying to sort the dealers from the rest of the kids who just happen to share a place with them."
Posh gives a shrug. "What you're saying is that this is seeming like a major operation to you," she says, with a nod. "I mean, maybe we shouldn't rush in there," she says. "What if you could get a look inside?" she asks. "I mean, do you think a bunch of college kids like this are likely to have great 'trix security or discipline?" she asks. "Maybe we should take a look before rushing in either way. I always think of what approach might be best suited to the tools I have based on…I don't know, playing chess," she explains. "Or something. I do play quite a few trix games, but aside from that, it's been…well, exactly this," she says. "So if someone has a better idea, let's hear it. I thought attacking a place was always…scout, weaken, assault," she explains. "In that order. But I see a lot of assault and weaken in one, and then scout. So I don't know."
Hek looks around the assembled group. "Overthinking keeps me alive." He explains simply. "You are comfortable with your strategy, so I will back your play. You go ahead and bum rush the door, clear the spot out and I will hang back and watch the perimeter. If things go sideways, I'll come in with the real guns and make sure everyone in this van makes it out alive."
Prey yawns once, then closes her eyes again.
Posh nods. "For this one, with the particular threat presented, when we know their weapon supplier, I mean, it's true the gas might work, but actually it might be harder to present than if we were just some hired gang hitmen. Because that's the look that we want to present. Smoke and gas masks and just taking them the fuck down. That's what this should be," she says. "Unless you want to play the…the reasonable role. And talk this out," she says. She shrugs. "We might be able to do that…take a hostage…I mean, it's the easiest way to do it without getting the cops called, right?"
"The way I see it, people with weapons around a bunch of college kids mean the cops are getting called. Our best chance for success is to do it quickly, and have an escape plan." Already thinking a few steps ahead, Hek suggests that. "You three take care of dealing with the dealers. I will find us a place to lay low out that doesn't require hopping any borders."
Posh nods to Hek. "Here's the problem. We have vastly different assumptions from what we heard," she says. "Either you're right, or I'm right. Either my idea's right, or yours is and we have to totally approach this the different way. I'm not prepared to Schrodinger's cat this one," Posh explains. "Now, we could just do a drive-by in the van, to get a little eyes on," she says. "And I think that's a good move. Why don't you stay with the vehicle? It's rigged up with photovoltaic paint, transponder chip, all the goodies to stay out of sight. And it's electric and rather quiet. You'll be our moving getaway," she suggests.
Hek nods, understanding. "I'll stay with the vehicle. I can handle the interface." He taps the jack behind his ear. "You need me, just call."
Prey opens her eye back up. "We gonna do this, or keep thinkin ourselves into inaction?"
Ace comes barging out of the gear room. "LETS DO THIS CHUMS!" he souts, marching to the van with a 99SC and a Cerberus strapped into holsters. He's still wearing his suit, but he's broken it's clean lines with the shapes of firearms, a taccom, and a survival knife. Never go into a fight without a survival knife.
Posh widens her eyes and quickly scurries after Ace, buckling her harness the rest of the way as the van speeds out to the area just south of the Azzie sector. She grins to Hek as he takes the wheel. "You've got it, Hek. So you'll drive us away at the end," she says. "Of course, I suppose you could just drive away with the half million nuyen van and count on not being found," she says, with a smile. "I'll be rather impressed if you don't," She nods to Prey and Ace.
The frat house seems to be rather small, actually, a town house in a B-Zone, probably just because it's cheap, with Zeta Omega insignia above the door. A little odd, but it makes more sense for the immediate area. It's perhaps the worst part of town you'd expect college students in - no doubt, likely, thus the guns.
There seems to be a foot access alley that leads to the back, and the front door. Posh shrugs at Ace after the visible scout, as well as Prey. "Shall we just…try to pop the maglock and rush in, taking over?" she asks. "As soon as Prey lets some blood spill they'll probably be gibbering in fear.
"Let me knock Chica, just be ready to come in behind." Prey rolls her shoulders into a shrug. "No offense, but I'm the only one who picked shit that don't make me look like trouble. I can at least get the door open."
Posh nods to Prey. "That's fair enough," she says. "All right," she says, back to Hek. "Just pull the van up front. We'll stay in the back, Prey heads out the side door and knocks. I'll shoot a smoke grenade through the open door, and then we cause trouble. We get what we need to, we let 'em know to get out of the fucking business, and we're gone in twenty seconds," she says, nodding as the van pulls up in front of the small townhouse.
Prey yawns once, and then she stretches out her arms. Unbuttoning her coat a few buttons, and then hopping out the van to you know, just sort of walk up to the door and knock a few times.
There's a few moments, and then Hoody McHooderson, wearing a pair of khakis, sneaks, and a hoodie, opens the door, taking a moment to look at Prey, then at the cheap van. Seems legit enough. "Sup?" he inquires.
"Hey uhh, Hombre. You think I could borrow a cup of sugar? I am your neighbor." Prey looks over her shoulder, shrugging lightly.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 2 for "+6 Chaz":
2 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 2 for "+6 Brent":
1 2
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 2 for "+6 Trent":
4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Prey (#7128) rolls Initiative with a result of 22.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 2 for "+6 Jonathan Taylor III.":
3 7
============================> Initiative Listing <=============================
Combatant Name…………….. P1(B) P2(-10) P3(-20) P4(-30) P5(-40)
Ace………………………. 26 16 6 — —
Prey……………………… 22 12 2 — —
Posh……………………… 19 9 — — —
Hek………………………. 18 8 — — —
JT3………………………. 15 5 — — —
T-Rent……………………. 15 5 — — —
Chaz……………………… 12 2 — — —
B-Rent……………………. 9 — — — —
As the minigrenade sails through the doorway, Posh stepping into view from the side door of the van, it seems like a lot of things are happening, all at once. Through the open door, it's possible to see two seated bros watching trid, while one's busy making a protein smoothie in the kitchen. All of them have eyes rather as big as saucers, but they all look tweaked up on something. Not just that, there's guns nearby. A bunch of them. Clearly, the two on the couch were playing some kind of training game, as they're wearing their smartgoggles. The only one who doesn't have a gun near them is the one right at the door, who realizes that Prey is like…right there…even as smoke starts to billow wildly around.
Ace climbs out of the vehicle just as the grenade sails by him. He walks towards the house with a pair of loud !THUMP! sounds coming from his silenced pistol, as he plants a pair of rebound rounds into the kid at the door.
«Auto-Judge[]» Ace (#8480) rolls Pistols vs TN 4 for "Shot #1 at door bro":
2 3 4 5 5 11 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Ace (#8480) rolls Pistols vs TN 4 for "Shot #1 at door bro":
2 3 4 5 5 11 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 5 for "Don't gel me bro! dodge":
2 2 2 4 5 17 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 - 2 vs TN 5 for "Don't gel me bro! dodge KP 1/3":
1 1 3 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 + 3 vs TN 6 for "Soak, remaining CP":
4 5 5 5 8 10 16 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 + 3 - 3 vs TN 6 for "Soak, remaining CP, KP 2/3":
3 3 5 15 = 1 Success
«Plot» Posh says, "Takes M Stun."
«Auto-Judge[]» Ace (#8480) rolls Pistols vs TN 5 for "Shot #2 at door bro, recoil":
3 3 3 4 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Ace (#8480) rolls Pistols vs TN 5 for "Shot #2 at door bro, recoil":
3 3 3 4 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 6 for "Soaking Shot 2":
1 1 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Takes M Stun."
«Plot» Posh says, "Takes M + M Stun, and is now at S, staggering back."
A heavy double tap sends the bro at the doorway staggering back in sudden pain, the smoke filled room now continuing to hiss and fill with smoke! That gives a perfect opportunity for Prey to sneak in the door and have a little trouble.
Prey now finds herself in an interesting situation - she got to see the positions of the four bros in the house, it seems, two on the couch, one in the kitchen, and one in the doorway, reeling back and already nearly incapacitated under Ace's accurate fire.
«Plot» Posh says, "It's actually on the small side. Small townhouse. Kitchen and living room combo on first floor with one bedroom past a back hall, three bedrooms on the second floor."
«Plot» Prey says, "Oh good, Imma take out one of thos gunmen."
«Plot» Prey says, "Oh good, Imma take out one of thos gunmen."
«Auto-Judge[]» Prey (#7128) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Razors) vs TN 4 for "F your couch, couch sitty dude.":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 8 10 19 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 + 4 vs TN 7 for "Jeet Kune Do, bro, but I was sitting. And it's all smoky!":
1 2 2 3 3 5 7 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 + 4 - 2 vs TN 7 for "Jeet Kune Do, bro, but I was sitting. And it's all smoky! KP 1/3":
1 2 3 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 + 4 - 2 vs TN 7 for "Jeet Kune Do, bro, but I was sitting. And it's all smoky! KP 3/3":
1 3 3 5 17 17 = 2 Successes
T-Rent, sitting at the couch, gasps in sudden pain as his body is rent by Prey's hand razors, slashing badly across his chest. He's clearly not having a good time. "Fucking bitch! I'll kill you!" he suddenly screams out, shakily reaching for that gun as Posh sprints in to follow Prey through the door, her own thermographic senses helping her to pick one of the targets with her own Cerberus.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 3 for "Running, gyromount, aimed shot, vs B-Rent, rebounds too!":
1 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 6 - 5 vs TN 4 for "Running, gyromount, aimed shot, vs B-Rent, rebounds too! Smoke w/thermo KP 2/6":
1 2 2 3 5 5 10 14 = 4 Successes
Dashing in after Prey, Posh moves to sprint around past the couch, heading towards the kitchin. On the run, she focuses her smartlink targeter in her right hand, focusing…targeting B-Rent, and pops off a snap shot, to try to prevent Prey from being ganged up on.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 4 for "B-Rent Dodge":
1 1 2 3 5 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 - 2 vs TN 4 for "B-Rent Dodge KP 1/3":
1 2 4 8 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 + 3 vs TN 6 for "B-Rent Soak":
1 2 2 3 4 5 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 + 3 - 1 vs TN 6 for "B-Rent Soak KP 2/3":
2 2 4 4 5 11 = 1 Success
JT3's pop tarts spring up from the kitchen right as he reaches to grab the machine pistols off the counter and fire a burst right at Posh, who's running and a relatively tough shot, but she's close.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 5 + 5 vs TN 5 for "Vs Posh 11M Suppressed Burst":
1 2 4 4 4 4 5 5 14 19 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 5 + 5 - 4 vs TN 5 for "Vs Posh 11M Suppressed Burst KP 1/3":
1 1 3 3 5 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 5 for "Remaining CP":
1 3 3 4 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 - 1 vs TN 5 for "Remaining CP KP 3/6":
2 3 5 5 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body vs TN 4 for "Soaking":
1 1 2 2 2 2 3 14 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Body - 1 vs TN 4 for "Soaking KP 4/6":
1 1 2 4 5 5 21 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Looks like L."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 5 vs TN 9 for "burst vs Prey, wounded":
1 2 2 2 4 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Ace says, "Wait"
«OOC» Ace says, "That guy isn't shooting, he's S wounded and I doubt has a professional level of elite"
The one who had been at the door, who Ace shot, doesn't make any moves - he's not happy at all. Instead, he's already down on the floor, gibbering, stepping back - no doubt he's a rather good candidate to scream "WHERE'S THE SHIT?" at.
«Plot» Posh says, "Ace, action?"
«Plot» Ace says, "I walk up to the door, and using it as cover, fire at one of the bros inside"
«Plot» Posh says, "Smoke, he has partial cover from the kitchen counter, and he's kinda moving. TN 10."
«Plot» Posh says, "-2 SL-2"
«Auto-Judge[]» Ace (#8480) rolls Pistols vs TN 8 for "Probably going to miss..":
3 3 8 10 11 17 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 + 4 vs TN 6 for "Soaking (already shot at Posh)":
1 2 2 3 3 4 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 + 4 - 1 vs TN 6 for "Soaking (already shot at Posh) KP 2/3":
1 2 2 3 4 5 10 = 1 Success
«Plot» Posh says, "Takes S Stun from Rebound Round."
«Plot» Ace says, "Done with my turn."
«Plot» Posh says, "Prey, you're up!"
«Plot» Prey says, "I do things."
«Auto-Judge[]» Prey (#7128) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Razors) vs TN 5 for "Heavy smoke is only +1, went and checked.":
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 5 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Prey (#7128) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Razors) vs TN 7 for "Heavy smoke is only +1, went and checked. Offhand, ambi 4.":
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 10 for "Ranged in melee, +2 heavy smoke, wounded.":
1 1 5 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 - 1 vs TN 10 for "Ranged in melee, +2 heavy smoke, wounded. KP 3/3":
4 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Prey (#7128) has the Cyberware Improved Hand Razors (Retractable) with the following information:
----> Cyberware Item for Prey (#7128) <----
Item Name: Improved Hand Razors (Retractable)
Type: NORMAL
Contains: Venom Sack (2 doses)
Essence: 0.2
Installed: Yes
GM Note: Dikoted Version for (STR+3)M Damage.
«Auto-Judge[]» Prey (#7128) has the Attribute Strength with the value '6 (10)'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 11 for "Soaking":
1 3 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Charisma for "Intimidate default":
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 7 10
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Back me up here, Ace… »
Sauntering up to the doorway, Ace takes a potshot at the guy that hit Posh. What a shot that was, too, as it slams right into his chest, making him quickly disinterested in pursuing this manner. "I gotcha covered. Maybe try getting shot less, ey Posh?" he says, taking the whole situation to be a bit trivial.
Posh just looks openmouthed at Aces as he just uses her handle in front of her. The entire situation suddenly forgotten, she blinks, once or twice. "Well, fuck," she says. "Now we have to kill them," she says, unloading the clip from her magazine and preparing to load another one.
A pool starts to leak out of JT3's boardshorts.
"Well it wasn't like he was going to talk anyway. Look at him, he's too manly for that." Ace mentions, gesturing towards Chaz. "We're never gonna get anything out of him, so lets just waste him and go." Ace adds, holstering his 99SC and pulling out his Cerberus, loaded with very real live ExEx and Incendiary rounds.
"I swear," says Posh, leaning down and reaching her Beretta against the neck of the rapidly evacuating Chaz, and as she puts the gun up to his neck, he suddenly gasps out. "…N…no…up there," he says. "Under the counter," he says. "That's where the shit is," he says.
Posh nods, turning and narrowing her eyes a moment at Ace. "All right. Just you remember this," she says, "I might recommend arranging a formal apology to the Red Dragon," she says. "Because you'd hate for someone like me to get an informal message from them again," she says, opening the kitchen counter.
Underneath there is a snap-tight briefcase and a few certified credsticks. "I think these responsibilities have proven too great for you, gentlemen. Keep your noses clean," she says.
Someone had said that they needed to kill them. And Prey is walking back to the group now, with bloody claws, yawning a bit. Did…she? Or did she not?
Posh, remembering that she didn't want to leave the baddies, heads over, to see the badly bleeding figure. Regardless of his condition, she's not going to leave it to chance: a trauma patch is slapped on the fellow, and she nods back over to Ace, to head to the van. "Let's get out of here, JACK."
"Well we made promises we'd try not to kill them if at all possible, but I mean, confusion happens, and it might not be possible anymore. I dunno boys, ready to die for the cause like Scarface? You gonna forget we were ever here?" Ace questions, as he twirls his gun about, disabling his wired reflexes. Now he's just toying with the frat boys. He frowns as Posh wants to go, and heads out the door behind her. "Yes darling. Time for us to leave."
Prey sighs, her claws finally retracting, and then she is out the door, looking perfectly street legal to boot.
Posh nods and quickly hops the two meters out of the door in the van. After all, there's been the sounds of gunfire in the area - maybe the police will be here in a few minutes. If they are, they'll probably run directly into daddy's lawyers.
"Please, remember to avoid using my handle out loud like that," she asks, sweetly, to Aces. "And do try to sleep less," she says to Prey. "Otherwise, well…I suppose that one could have gone worse," she says, checking her leg, where she'd been injured a bit. "Well," she says. "Quite an exciting first day, eh?" she asks of Ace.
After a bit in the Van, Ace is forced to pop the real question that's been on his mind the whole time. "So, we're still on for the Mooreland tonight, right? I wanted to do some of that putonghua you're into, but with the hurt leg.."
Posh glances around as the van pulls away, its electric quiet drive humming off into the night. "You really don't seem like the type to want to put in the effort to learn Chinese," she says. "I'd recommend a chip if you're into the putonghua. Probably one of the ones that Harry's selling." She grins "I can prepare a drop of the BTLs to Harry, and I'll let Trevor know that his problem should be over." She nods. "Well, it wasn't perfect, but it never is. Glad you walked into my store," she says, apparently deciding to hovercraft over the innuendo for now.
"Gag me." Prey's voice speaks, reaching down to hit the recline for her seat. "Some of us are trying to sleep here, not throw up."
"Why, Prey. That sounds like alot of fun with the gag thing. But ladies, one at a time, alright?" Ace comments, confident as ever, but choosing his target for looks. "Yes, it would perhaps be best to get rid of these chips, and get paid for our work."
Posh apparently chuckles at that, shaking her head a bit, apparently quite amused by jackassery not directed at herself. Of course, Prey knows this given the success of her McGruff tag for Murdock. "I'll handle the drop," she says, a little tiredly. "I can just send a message and he'll send a bagman to the edge of the Asian District."
She looks around. "So uh…where do I drop you?" She looks down at the machine pistol, the one she'd grabbed from JT3 behind the kitchen counter. She grins, and then hands it over to Ace. "Here," she says. "Something to keep you warm through the cold, lonely night. Doubt Benny'll miss it."
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