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GM: Shoeshine
Players: Diego, Flyboy, Azul, Victoria
Synopsis: Yet again, the mysterious Piotr Mobydeux hires a team of shadowrunners to go into his deadly 'shadowrunning' matrix game. This time, it's a simple, fast hit-job in a crowded place. But why are the targets inside the game exact replicas of two members of an enemy runner team, Spitter and Moribito? The known allies of Jimmy the Crow, the same guys who put down Kiera and Tailpipe?
Date: Oct. 14, 2073
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "This is a plot. Bad things may happen and bad people try to kill your character. Provide appropriate notification of your consent to engage."
«Plot» Diego says, "I consent"
«Plot» Victoria says, "I consent to bad things. I also consent to good things, so there better be a few of those as well."
«Plot» Azul says, "Hurt me! I consent"
«Plot» Flyboy says, "Belatedly, I consent."
A lazy Sunday, nothing to do. No stake outs, no wet work, no cunning thefts, not even any good gang shakedowns. Then comes the call from Shoeshine, who does some Johnsoning on the side. He's got another run lined up for people dumb enough to take the mission and survive. To get in on it, you go to the rent-an-office compled down on Sutter street, CAS sector, C zone. Equipment: light, is the word; and be ready to engage immediately. Hard to say how that works, but some of you know the deal.
Christ, Shoe knew better, this was Vicky, she had to get in contact with her employer… she would figure something out. The woman, as always, dressed prim, proper, was fifteen minutes early, and had a submachine gun in her purse.
Diego makes his way to the meeting, although he is in full disguise with a new face and skin color, today he is just another NAN member, hard to tell which tribe though. He arrives with his usual small ultra-concealed gear, ready to go for another trip down this matrix rabbit hole.
Equipment light? Fuck that. Packing her duffle for bear, Blue knows the score. Heading down to the meet point, she's dressed in her street rags, her two-tone hair tied into pig-tails.
Equipment light? Who do you think you're talking to? Flyboy carries his every possession on his person at all times, so he shows up… wearing a long coat that conceals everything but the set of hand-wrapped moccasins he wears on his feet. He shows up late, but at least he's panting to indicate he hauled his little ass as best he could. He slips in quietly and takes up station nearby an empty game chair, grinning wolfishly.
The complex is built along medical office lines and indeed, most of the other doors look to be advertising those services - podiatrists, dental clinics and the like. The door that was instructed for entry, however, reads 'GameStart,' and that's where Shoeshine will be when he opens the door for you all. A dapper, young (barely twenty), thickly built dwarf wearing a suit calls out, "Here they are!" to the back room, and another man says, "I've got sync, I'm ready for them." So Shoeshine will usher you all to what looks like a slightly modified medical office, with five high-grade matrix chair set-ups, like the kind that high end deckers and riggers might use - and rich people, because these have induction rigs. The man that Shoeshine called to is also there - a middle-aged fellow, human, receding hairline, who looks you over and smiles winningly.
Shoeshine introduces you all. "Hi! I'm Shoeshine, and this is Piotr Mobydeux. Some of you already know what's going on, but we'll repeat just to refresh everyone's memories. "
Mr. Mobydeux takes over with, ""I design matrix games, amongst other things, and as I've explained before, I'm working on an honest-to-goodness realistic 'Shadowrunner' game! Where, just like Karl Kombatmage and others, you take jobs, infiltrate corps, and have heroic battles against the forces of evil! And yes, we're moving into the early beta testing phase now, I'd like to see how it interacts with different kinds of real, honest-to-goodness shadowrunners."
«Plot from Diego» I'd like to use my empathic reading to see who much of his last sentance is a lie. I want to know if 'he' thinks he is making a matrix game or not.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 8 for "Piotr Mobydeux's negotiation":
2 2 3 3 3 3 4 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls Intelligence vs TN 10:
1 1 1 3 3 4 5 10 11 = 2 Successes
«Plot to Diego» 'He is working on a game. 'honest to goodness' is puffery. This is not exactly an early beta testing phase, but it is kinda. And he does want to see how it interacts with different shadowrunners.'.
Well….that was not quite expected. Vicky blinked, then shrugged, looking to Shoeshine, who she at least knew. "I see…"
Azul is just… very tense, a frown on her face. She's heard the spiel and knows the score - if she weren't so desperate to rebuild her rep, she wouldn't be here. But, such is life. And so she's here, hand gripping the handle of her bag tightly.
Diego remains quiet, simply nodding and turning to look at the others there, as he spots Vicky, he frowns. He doesn't say anything though, just an expression. He is ready to go, knowing the job well by now.
Shoeshine says, "So here's the deal. It's twenty kay per person to run the mission and properly test the scenario. You'll jack in to the game with either a jack or an induction helmet, just like you'd jack into any other Matrix game. Injuries you take inside the game will translate to injuries in the real world, so I'm here to provide instant medical support and that's why we're in a medical building. You begin with starting equipment, and with every completed mission you earn an 'unlock' that you can use for more advanced gear." His glance about the room indicates that Flyboy, Azul, and Diego already have earned unlocks. "Are you available for this? Do you need to go fetch anything or anyone?"
"My employer would be….unattracted.." Vicky spoke, choosing her words carefully. "And I am not what you would call a runner, no? But I believe I have my…assets, if they are required."
Azul's lips are drawn into a thin line, and she's a bit pale - doing her best not to show how shit-scared she is of jacking back into this rig. Her hand flexes on the handles of the bag and she nods slowly. Agreeing without having to risk a voice that might crack.
"Ready and roaring to get started," Flyboy answers Shoeshine. "I can't wait to take another burst-blast to the chest."
Diego makes his way to sit down and get this over with. Of course, his drones are outside, ready to record or shoot anyone exiting with him unless he calls them off first. You know, in case someone tries to carry his unconscious body out. Or if they see a large force wielding weapons entering the building, that too.
With everyone's agreement, Shoeshine will help everyone to their seat, sized for their metatype, and help them get induction-helmeted or jacked in as necessary. When done, Mobydeux hits a button and senses swirl away. The real world becomes distant, and you find yourself sitting around a card table in a claustrophobically small 'back room' of some kind, with a white noise generator and a projector.
In the back room with you is Mr. Johnson. Severe. Sparse. Spare. His mouth; a line, lips bleached to ease their redness. His flesh is an albino white. He is the suit he's wearing, Armante of course and perfectly fit to his above average human height. Slim black tie over white, pale onyx cufflinks. Exquisitely creased pants. Shoes so free of adornment the ground deigns not to soil them. A briefcase, of course. He turns on the holoprojector, showing two burly orks wearing dusters hauling themselves up out of a sewer entrance. (Some of you may recognize them.) "These are your targets. They are extremely dangerous. They are heading towards the 'Golden Wok' restaurant. You must kill them without harming any innocents, and escape. If you wait too long, they will return to the sewers and be outside your reach. Time is of the essence!"
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Okay then! Generic perception checks for all! Also, shadowscene players for anyone who has it."
«Auto-Judge[]» Flyboy (#10928) rolls Intelligence:
2 4 5 7 10 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Intelligence for "Totally generic perception, since I was not told to use my mods.":
1 1 1 1 1 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls Intelligence for "((Tatto Bonus)) Thermo, Low Light, Vision Mag, Hearing Amp, Magic Sense (35m), Motion Sense (7m), Electromagnetic Sense":
2 2 3 3 5 7 7 8 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Intelligence for "micro, el vis mag3, ll, el.":
1 1 1 3 3 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls 6 (Shadowscene Knowsoft):
2 2 3 3 3 15
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Shadowscene Players + Task Pool: 3:
1 2 3 5 5 8 9 10
«Plot to Flyboy and Diego» 'The ork on the left has two tricked-out HK 227-S submachine guns rigged for quickdraw concealed under his duster, along with a few other weapons. The other ork just has a pistol, knife.'.
«Plot to Azul and Diego» 'You recognize the pair, actually, from the real world. They look like 'Spitter' and 'Moribito', a pair of ork runners in an all-ork team. They work with Jimmy the Crow, a well-known ork Crow shaman who has contacts with the Cascade Ork up in Seattle.'.
«Plot to Azul» ''Moribito' is a physical adept who specializes in monowhip. He is known to carry one. 'Spitter' is known to be a two-gun SMG fighter.'.
«Plot» Shoeshine has now given out all information.
Diego nods his head. "And the fee for this elimination?" He looks at the others here, smirking faintly at what Vicki must be going through for her first trip into this.
Mr. Johnson says, "The standard; twenty thousand plus further access to special items which only I can provide. I again mention, my client wishes to send a message, and his message will be harmed if unrelated people are injured."
The ugly mug on Flyboy is stretched into that leering grin of his, and that doesn't falter even as he takes in the video on the screen. "What are these two planning to do when they hit the chinese joint?" he wants to know. "And how many principals are we talking about, in terms of non-combatants who need to stay that way?"
Mr. Johnson says, "I don't like to presume, but 'eat'. It's one of their hangouts, though they don't have a schedule. They're going at lunchtime, so the place is crowded."
Victoria had, apparently contrary to popular belief, gone onto the trix before. There was only a moments vertigo, and then she was checking herself out, making sure everything worked, and more specifically…what she still had, did her ware still work? What was her armaments?
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "All of your 'ware still works. Of your equipment, you have anything unmodified from chargen; which means rating 6 or lower, Availability 8 or lower. Anything higher, or anything modified, takes an unlock. Most armor fits."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "If all you have is a modified version of something, and you don't have an unlock, you have the unmodified version."
Mr. Johnson says, "If that's all the questions, quickly quickly gear up and get out there. We're not far." He opens the door to the 'gear closet' where you can 'find what you need' and the special room for 'unlocks.'
«Plot» Diego says, "Really? GV4, Personalized Grip, Shock pad then on the Alpha for 1 unlock."
«Plot» Diego says, "APDS second Unlock"
«Plot» Azul says, "I have APDS. Can that be my unlock?"
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Absolutely, Azul."
«Plot» Flyboy has an unlock, but none of his real world equipment requires one.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "So Diego's Ares Alpha is fully unlocked as is the APDS for it. Azul has unlocked her Heavy Pistol APDS. Flyboy doesn't have any equipment to unlock even though he has one. And Victoria is just well armed. Moving on!"
"Eat," Flyboy grunts amusedly. "Right. So swap out the M.S.G. for arsenic. When they start getting drowsy, tip-tap to the tip-top and kip off through the garden. Eazy peazy." He pats himself down, checking interior and exterior pockets, then steps into the closet and rummages around until he comes up with a micro-miniaturized taccom. He plugs the earbud into his ear canal on the right side, affixes the whisper mic to the side of his trachea, and tucks the little tranceiver module into a high-riding inside pocket of his coat. Not that the wireless speaker and mic really need to be that close, but he seems to think it'll help.
Azul heads for the unlock room to see if she has anything from the last game. Digging around in the boxes, she pockets and trades out her regular clips for those loaded with heaver duty rounds. Kicking the box shut, she slaps a magazine into her pistol and works the slide, chambering a round before reholstering the heavy pistol into its place. "I hate this game. Let's get this done with. The marks are bad, bad people. I recognize them from links in Seattle. Moribito is a physical adept that likes his monowhip. The other, Spitter, uses two SMG's at the same time. Best to not get close to either of them."
Mr. Johnson lets you out of the back room into a head-shop, with hookahs and crackpipes and strangely adulterated tobacco/mj mixes; along with blacklights and posters and t-shirts. It's a C-security section of the CAS and you're about 2 blocks away, so there is some question of how those assault rifles are concealed.
Diego uses an unlock to get a fully modified and apds loaded Ares Alpha. He slips it on its sling under his long coat and does what he can to conceal the weapon that can't really be concealed. Instead of dealing with ground traffic, Diego uses his wrist grapple to get onto a roof. "I'll take the high ground."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "You are in a city, during Lunchtime, during the day, I should mention. And you are, say, from an alley, wrist-grappling onto a rooftop?"
«Plot» Diego says, "Yes, from an alley, with my ruth turned on."
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls Stealth + 4 (focus) for "+6 Ruth":
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 4 vs TN 10 for "Generic people (in quantity) happening to see Diego ruthed on the roof":
2 3 3 10 = 1 Success
Victoria went the much simpler route, duffle bag, I mean she could be going to the gym. And it only had to get through a casual inspection.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "And Azul has an easily concealable heavy pistol."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 4 for "Spotting Azul's heavy pistol but who cares":
1 2 3 11
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Excellent. So everyone has comms, plan to me, and describe to me how you traverse these two blocks - blocks you may well recognize, although some of the signage and shop-names are mysteriously changed."
Diego makes his way onto a roof with his ruthenium. He crouches down, and pulls out a pair of bee drones. Sending them ahead of him to land on the edge of buildings and give him a view of the Golden Wok and all directions approaching it. He then moves over to the next building he can, trying to get into position without going on the ground. If there is trouble, he has a few tricks, namely his ability to infuse new powers like gliding, so he can run across powerlines.
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls Centering + 3 (focus) vs TN 4 for "Centering for Infusion":
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls Centering + 3 (focus) - 2 vs TN 4 for "Centering for Infusion KP:1":
1 2 3 4 4 9 10 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Diego gains 1.5 PP worth of powers
«Plot» Diego says, "Takes Gliding 1 pp, and Deep Rooting 0.5 PP"
Victoria went… casual. Just another person in a heavy coat, this was Denver after all, in winter. Walking to the gym for a workout.
The Golden Wok is a fairly large steam-table restaurant in a strip mall. The large security windows are golden and gleaming, one-way mirrored so those inside can see out but those out can't see in. The door often opens and shuts as people go in, and it has 'all you can eat' pricing - higher for orks and even higher than that for trolls. Seems like the light-manufacturing workers in the area find it popular, because it's cheap, which is why the doors open and shut often. In the back of the strip mall is a cul-de-sac where the trash is taken out and where deliveries come in; it's not too hard to find their closed back door that probably leads to their kitchen or something close.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Diego can pipe you all this information from his bumblebee drones when…"
A little old lady flags down a young man and points him up at Diego, asking, "Do you see that shimmer?" He says, "Yeah, it's that stealth stuff you see on the trid. I wonder why someone's up on the roof with it."
«Plot» Flyboy says, "I'll take some attention off Diego. :P"
«Plot» Flyboy says, "Traversing 2 blocks, I'll mount the rooftops and parkour my way around… if there's pathway. I also actually have Gliding, with Traceless Walk, so pretty much anything is pathway. And I can do some flashy traversion where there is no pathway."
«Auto-Judge[]» Flyboy (#10928) rolls Athletics (Acrobatics):
2 3 4 4 5 5 15
«Auto-Judge[]» Flyboy (#10928) rolls Etiquette:
3 5 14
Once out the back of the head-shop, the ugly dwarf in the tattered long coat strolls up toward the street, with the women, while Diego grapples his way onto a rooftop. It isn't long before Flyboy overhears some conversation on the sidewalk, sees people pointing up at where Diego just went, and without missing a beat he takes a couple of energetic hops before he sprints straight up the facade of the same building. Once on the lip of the roof he comes to a complete stop, pivots slowly, deliberately wobbles, then takes another hop before he starts running. A loose cable line running between the two buildings sways in the wind, but his moccasined feet traverse it as easily as if it was solid ground. A couple of buildings away he turns and pitches face-first toward the ground, sprints back to the sidewalk, and then just as casual as could be continues strolling down the sidewalk.
Just as the little old lady is gathering the attention of a few other people and saying to the young man, "Do you think we should call Lone Star?" Flyboy makes his obvious and impressive display. This attracts the attention of the whole crowd; and the know-it-all young man says, "Oh, this is obviously a flash mob thing or something. I'll bet they're filming and something is about to happen. You might want to watch!" The little old lady says, "Oh, how delightful! No, I'll have my nephews download it on the 'trix for me, I have an appointment. Thank you very much!" and totters on. The younger man, however, is now actively watching, as are several other passersby.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "You can stealth again, Diego, having been given a distraction."
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls Stealth + 4 (focus) for "+6 Ruthenium":
1 2 2 3 4 5 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 5 vs TN 11 for "The passersby are now actively watching in quantity, although they lost Diego's location":
1 3 5 7 13 = 1 Success
«OOC» Diego says, "This is why I dont even bother to KP :)"
One of the slightly growing crowd says, "Oo! There he is!" and everyone looks at Diego's sniper location watching the front exit. Meanwhile…
Azul walks alongside Victoria, keeping up an idle line of banter about stretching and new yoga positions. And what do you think of the new instructor they have at the gym? Oh, me too!
One guy, a big grinning tattoed human who is either a truck driver or a motorcycle rider, peers confusedly at Azul for a moment, then gives her a thumbs-up.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Where are Azul and Victoria going?"
«Plot» Victoria says, "To the restaurant, I assume. ^_^"
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Entering?"
«Plot» Victoria says, "Vicky will be, yes."
«Plot» Azul is with Vicky. so yes.
Commlink-Deuce> Diego says, "I'll cover the front with Dwarf. You others watch the rear."
Flyboy trots across the street, closing distance to the Chinese joint and casting a glance over his shoulder at the mob and the not-so-well-hidden Diego on the roof.
Commlink-Squirrel> Flyboy mutters, "You have an audience, Deuce. Wouldn't recommend that position for more than a few minutes. Seems we should flush this joint from the rear forward, put the targets in the field of fire, and do it quick."
Commlink-Le Temoin> Victoria says, "I can flush. Just be ready."
Azul returns the thumbs-up to the trucker guy, then rolls her eyes and comments to Vicky before nattering on about the gym some more. Eyes watching the area around, she glances at Vicky as well. She's worked with Lady Tem before, and is waiting for a twitch or signal from her.
Inside the Golden Wok is the bustle of a lunch rush at a low-grade Chinese restaurant. Cheap tables everywhere, and the place is wide and open, with a straight 'hallway' of sorts leading to where you pay and then go down the sneeze-guarded line of food, attendants scooping up your desires to exact measurements. Interestingly, the place has a sort of 'loft', a second floor. Well-built stairs go up to a halfway point with more tables and seating over half of the area of the ground floor; taking advantage of the high ceiling this place has to add more chairs.
Seated where they can watch the door, and not particularly hiding, are Moribito and Spitter; chowing down on scoopfuls of chinese food. Looks like they bought the all you can eat deal, but sat up top for a clear field of fire; sacrificing the ability to quickly move to the food line for this tiny tactical advantage.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 3 for "Spitter spotting Azul's concealed weapon":
5 7 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 4 for "Moribito spotting Azul's concealed weapon":
1 2 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 3 for "Spitter looking to Victoria's gym bag":
1 2 3
They glance you over as you enter, Spitter, the known firearms expert, looking at Azul a little longer than is necessary. But hey, maybe he's into that kind of chica. Since he doesn't recognize Victoria's gym bag as suspicious in conjunction with Azul's weapon, there's no need to go on higher alert.
Flyboy takes up position against the Golden Wok's outside wall, nearby the door, and he leans there as casually as he can. While he waits, he reaches under his coat and around his back to loosen his pistol in its holster, then unwinds the leather bullwhip that makes shift as a belt. He coils that up in one dirty, calloused hand while keeping it under his long coat as best he can. He grins that ugly grimace of his at passersby.
Commlink-Squirrel> Flyboy says, "Just say when, ladies. I'd rather not be surprised."
Diego keeps his eyes open in front, and on his drones. Watching for anything that could be a Lone Star patrol in the area too. The hit shouldn't be hard, it's the getting clear afterwards that's difficult.
Victoria came in with a smile, this was definitely Vicky, not Le Tem. Leaning over once to kiss Azul on the cheek. "I'm tired mademoiselle, would you mind getting my food while I take a seat?" She didn't wait for an answer however, instead moving up the stairs to find a table that put her on one side, and the front door on the other side from the targets, making the straight line the clear fleeing direction.
Commlink-Le Temoin> Victoria says, "Wait for the flash."
Spitter and Moribito are as aware as shadowrunners always are. Yet, there is no reason to be specifically suspicious. Yet. So the question is; if pushed, will they drive away, drive towards, or just kill everyone around them?
Commlink-Deuce> Diego says, "Ready."
"Sure, sugar." Blue says, giving Vicky a gratuitously playful buttpat as she heads for the cashier with a saucy saunter in her walk - for Victoria's beneift, of course! Back to the three, her pulse is already kicking up, readying for that fight or flight as adrenaline quickens through her veins. The chemical reaction boosters in her spine are hard to quell, and she forces herself to move extra slow for her credstick - in case her perception of time and motion are skewed by adrenaline and the overloading firing of synapses.
Commlink-Blue> Azul says, "Ready."
Commlink-Squirrel> Flyboy says, "Wait, flash? Just go back in the kitchen and knock a can of grease over on a hot griddle, throw some water on it, make a real burning mess. Save the hardware for if you need to change the direction our friends run."
Victoria thought like the veteran she was. The Flashpack, it was attached to her keys, a woman's best friend for avoiding robberies, rapes, and ambushing hostile shadowrunners. They would flee, standard operating posistion when you were caught out in the open like this was to get into cover first, and then engage. The woman's keychain was brought out of her pocket, set on the table. Then she closed her eyes, clicked the button, and waited for the sizzle of the flashbulb to let her know it was showtime.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Standard flashpack, +4 to tn's if you are looking at it generally, +2 if you have flarecomp."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 3 vs TN 8 for "Spitter, generic noticing of flashpack on the draw":
2 3 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 4 vs TN 8 for "Moribito, generic noticing of flashpack on the draw":
1 2 5 9 = 1 Success
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "victoria, reaction test TN 4. Moribito gets tn 4, Spitter tn 6."
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Reaction vs TN 4:
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 7 9 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Reaction - 5 vs TN 4 for "KP:1/14":
1 3 3 4 5 5 7 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Victoria says, "Stand on 9."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 7 vs TN 4 for "Moribito cannot succeed":
1 3 4 4 4 5 15 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 8 vs TN 6 for "Spitter also cannot succeed.":
1 1 1 2 3 4 5 19 = 1 Success
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Initiative: Moribito and Spitter are surprised and lose their first actions. They are up on the slight loft with Victoria. Azul is on the ground floor, Flyboy just outside the door of the place against the wall, and Diego on an opposing rooftop facing the front door."
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Initiative with a result of 16.
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls Initiative with a result of 28.
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Initiative with a result of 18.
«Auto-Judge[]» Flyboy (#10928) rolls Initiative with a result of 14.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 3 for "+8 spitter":
1 8 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 3 for "+7 moribito":
1 1 14
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Diego 28, Spitter 21, Azul 18, Victoria 16, Mori 15, Flyboy 14. Diego"
«Plot» Diego says, "Holding action."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Spitter! This is the action he loses:"
Spitter flinches away from the sudden light, his mechanical pupils suddenly contracting to pinpoints.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Azul."
«Plot» Azul considers running up to the loft and mounting the stairs to get a clearer shot, but her running speed makes that pointless. She shoots from below, with the lip of the loft as cover.
«OOC» Shoeshine says, "base tn 3 for medium pistol range (more than 5 meters) and +4 for cover."
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 7 for "4/8 cp used.":
1 3 3 3 3 7 7 9 11 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 7 for "8/8 cp used.":
3 3 4 4 4 4 5 7 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 7 + 6 vs TN 6 for "Surprised so no dodge, ballistic 6 becomes ballistic 3 against power 9, to TN 6, 7 body 6 combat pool.":
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 7 + 6 - 1 vs TN 6 for "Surprised so no dodge, ballistic 6 becomes ballistic 3 against power 9, to TN 6, 7 body 6 combat pool. kp1":
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 7 + 6 - 1 - 1 vs TN 6 for " kp3 it's a rough day":
1 3 3 3 4 5 5 8 8 11 17 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Base Light wound. Now:"
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 7 + 2 vs TN 6 for "7 body 2 combat pool":
2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 7 + 2 vs TN 6 for "7 body 2 combat pool kp4":
1 1 1 2 3 4 4 5 10 = 1 Success
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Moderate wound. He's at 4 boxes, and out of combat pool."
Seeing the flicker-flash from upstairs, Blue yanks the loaded heavy pistol out of her holster and steps back, using the edge of the loft to jack up the line of fire for return bullets. Remembering which face is which, and with Victoria up there with them, she focuses her fire on the one noted as being an adept with a taste for monowhips. Squeezing off a pair of rounds, the first barely scrapes past the armor he's wearing. The second digs a little deeper, lodging in a chunk of thick, orkish pectoral muscle.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Victoria!"
Victoria was in motion as soon as her ears heard it, a swing off her seat, into a kneel, the flashpack behind her, over her shoulder now as she unzipped her bag. Eyes opening as the assault rifle came out, feeling it's comforting weight, seeing the small numbers appear in the corner of her eyes as her smartlink made connection. She had them flat footed, had the better posistion, and she was bringing up a gun with a concerning grenade launcher mounted underneath, and they were in a crossfire. Run boys run…
«Plot» Victoria says, "Readying my weapon, that is a complex yes?"
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Given that it is in a gym bag, closed against errant viewing, I would say yes."
«Plot» Victoria says, "Then that is the entirety of my pass."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Moribito! This is the action he loses."
Startled first by the light and second by the burning sting of hot APDS cracking through his trauma plates, the look on his face is one of those slowly-put-it-together ork looks that they use in reaction shots - spotting the heavy pistol, the flash pack, realizing 'they PLANNED this'. His hand ever so slowly claws for his monowhip.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Flyboy!"
Flyboy, outside the door, against the wall, tenses in preparation to spring the trap as soon as the marked orks come charging through the door. He mutters low against his throat-mic.
Commlink-Squirrel> Flyboy says, "Move it, ladies, God can't smite them in there…"
«Plot» Flyboy says, "That's all for me this pass."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Second pass. Diego."
«Plot» Diego says, "Holding action again"
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Spitter; he gets an action. My oh my."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "He will start with the double quickdraw."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 8 vs TN 4 for "left":
1 1 2 4 5 5 7 7 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 8 vs TN 4 for "right":
1 1 2 4 5 8 10 10 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Left hand, first three-round burst, at Victoria's flashpack."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 6 + 6 vs TN 9 for "tn 4 for inside of 5 meters, -2 for smartlink 2, +4 for small target, +2 for flarecomped flash-pack, +1 left":
1 1 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 8 10 11 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Victoria says, "My flashpack would like to make it's dodge roll."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "The 3-shot burst is base damage 10S, 12S with ExEx. It can't dodge, so it is shattered into splinters by his first burst.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "right hand burst to Victoria, still affected by flashpak:"
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 6 vs TN 8 for "tn 4, -2 smartlink, +4 cover from tables, +2 flash":
1 2 3 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 6 vs TN 10 for "tn 4, -2 smartlink, +4 cover from tables, +2 flash left hand second burst, 1 point recoil not comped":
1 1 3 4 8 11 = 1 Success
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "1 success to you, tn 5 2 successes for full dodge with combat pool"
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 5 for "Dodge":
1 3 3 4 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Victoria says, "…"
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 5 for "Dodge KP: 2/14":
3 3 5 11 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Victoria says, "Stand."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 6 vs TN 9 for "tn 4, -2 smartlink, +4 cover from tables, +2 flash right hand second burst, 1 point recoil not comped":
1 2 2 4 5 15 = 1 Success
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Again, 2 successes tn 5 to fully dodge"
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 5 for "Dodge":
1 1 2 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Combat Pool: 4 - 1 vs TN 5 for "Dodge KP:3/14":
1 3 19 = 1 Success
«Plot» Victoria says, "Stand."
Spitter rises from his seat, his flarecomped eyes seeking out that light and ending it, firing right into the glare. As it fades he spits a spatterburst right where Victoria was sitting, chewing rounds into the tables and chairs beside her in the confusion. But she's going down down down and coming up with a little something special.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Azul. Combat pool has not refreshed."
«Plot» Azul will try to nail Moribito.
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Pistols vs TN 7 for "1st":
2 4 5 10 16 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Pistols vs TN 7 for "2nd":
2 2 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 7 vs TN 6 for "no dodge pool, 4 boxes already, against 9m apds with 2 successes":
1 1 2 2 4 4 9 = 1 Success
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Another moderate wound, he's at 7 boxes."
The flashing above stops and Blue hisses out a soft curse, slightly shifting her aim to compensate for the movements up above. Taking another shot, then a fourth, she lodges another round into the meaty ork. The fourth shot going stray.
Commlink-Blue> Azul says, "Move your ass, Vee!"
«Plot» Victoria!
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Assault Rifles vs TN 7 for "Re-roll, first burst, 3 round burst, one round uncomped, Smartlink, short range, target SMG guy. +4 to TN due to cover.":
1 1 3 4 5 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Assault Rifles - 1 vs TN 7 for "KP 4/14":
2 2 3 3 3 4 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Victoria says, " … Stand on first shot."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 2 vs TN 5 for "I need 2 successes to full dodge with my last 2 combat pool; it's a hard road":
2 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 2 - 1 vs TN 5 for "kp1":
2 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 2 - 1 vs TN 5 for "kp3":
9 = 1 Success
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Full dodge the first burst, absolutely no combat pool for the second.
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Assault Rifles vs TN 10 for "Re-roll, second burst burst, 3 round burst, one round uncomped, Smartling, short range, target SMG guy. +4 to TN due to cover. +3 additional non-comp.":
1 1 1 1 4 7 16 = 1 Success
«Plot» Victoria says, "Stand on second shot 11S, standard ammo, standard 3-shot burst, +1 success.."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 7 vs TN 5 for "need 6 successes, ballistic 6 against power 11S":
1 3 4 4 5 5 7 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "A Moderate wound, and pose away!"
Victoria brought her weapon up and pulled the trigger, once…twice. They key to not harming non-coms was to simply not miss your shots. Vicky was relying on years of training now, they would flee, it was the only thing logical to do militarily, get a better position.
Commlink-Le Temoin> Victoria says, "Targets engaged, not currently fleeing, will update."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Moribito! He will, while drawing his monowhip, dash towards the back! Leaping off of the loft and coming to a tumbling crash behind the counter. He is going for a position of full cover. Assuming he doesn't suck."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 6 + 4 vs TN 9 for "It's an awesome move and he has physadept dice in Athletics. But he's also seriously wounded, base tn 6, +3 to 9":
1 1 2 2 3 5 5 8 8 8 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "and out of KP."
It would have been beautiful. Graceful. Heavy. Powerful. Drawing the monowire on the fly, running over the teetering tables, planting a boot on the railing and doing a diving roll behind the counter, following it up with a slide into the kitchen, taking full cover. Instead, the railing breaks because he's a big ork and too heavy for a flimsy piece of trash like you'd find in a restaurant like this, and he faceplants down onto a table full of diners (who are already just starting to scream from the gunfire). It tumbles over and he sprawls, in amidst the crowd.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Flyboy."
«Plot» We discuss where Flyboy can get to; nowhere this pass. He moves this pass and in the third pass though he can't attack and that puts him in combat with Moribito at the beginning of next round.
There's an awful lot of gunfire in there - an awful lot. A horrible amount, really. Flyboy didn't look happy about holding position in the first place, and after a few more seconds of listening to it he leans around the edge of the wall and shoves the door open so he can burst inside. The first thing he locks his eyes onto is the thermographic signature of the ork he really wanted a personal shot at - the downed adept with the fetish for whips. The dwarf moves fast as he can to close the distance.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "While Flyboy is posing, we go to the third pass! Only Diego and Spitter go. Diego!"
Diego is tired of waiting, as his idea was to shoot them as they went in or out, and everyone else's idea is to gun them down in a mall. He attaches his grapple to the edge and then quickly rappels to the ground with it, his suit shimmering as he moves too fast for it to catch up with.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Spitter, last action. He's going to run for the back as well. His leap is not going to be as fabulous and so it cannot end with him in full cover- only normal cover from the countertop as he runs behind it to get in the kitchen. On the way, he's going to blast a fusillade at everyone he can see in order to lay down some hurts. Can he hit anything, wounded as he is, and running like hell? Let's find out."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 6 vs TN 13 for "left hand first burst victoria, tn 4, -2 smartlink, +4 cover (tables people) +4 running, +2 moderate wound +1 left hand":
3 3 5 7 8 10 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 6 vs TN 12 for "right hand first burst victoria, tn 4, -2 smartlink, +4 cover (tables people) +4 running, +2 moderate wound":
1 1 1 2 4 11 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 6 vs TN 16 for "left hand second burst azul, tn 4, -2 smartlink, +4 cover (tables people) +4 running, +2 moderate wound +2 second target +1 recoil +1 left hand":
1 1 1 3 5 16 = 1 Success
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Azul, that is 12S with 1 success to you (7m, 3 shot burst to 10s, 12S with exex)"
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "So, body against tn 8, you need 7 successes to take nothing. On the plus side, it can't kill you as the most you're going to take is Serious.."
«Plot» Azul says, "oh goody!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Body vs TN 8 for "OW FUCKER!":
1 3 8 17 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Nicely rolled. Still a Serious wound, though."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 6 vs TN 17 for "right hand second burst flyboy, tn 4, -2 smartlink, +4 cover (tables people) +4 running, +2 moderate wound +4 third target +1 recoil":
2 3 3 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
Again, that Victoria is too clever what with hiding under the dang tables. The APDS is designed to go through armor, it glances off oblique things like formica. At this point it's every ork for himself, and he's shooting at anyone he can shoot at in a whirl; some of his bullets finding their mark just as he hits the ground backing away.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Spitter is now semi-crouched behind the counter and headed for the back door. Flyboy continues his movement in the third pass to enter hand to hand with the prone Moribito, and new round!"
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "New init, all combat pools refresh!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Initiative with a result of 26.
«Auto-Judge[]» Flyboy (#10928) rolls Initiative with a result of 14.
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls Initiative with a result of 33.
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Initiative with a modifier of -3 with a result of 13.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 3 for "+8 -2 spitter":
2 4 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 3 for "+7-3 Moribito":
1 2 5
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Diego 33, Victoria 26, Spitter 18, Flyboy 14, Azul 13, Moribito 12"
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Diego, 33, on the ground."
«Plot» Diego says, "Running for the building so I can shoot someone."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Diego, pose your dramatically crossing the street and heading for the open door. You can shoot next pass if there is one."
Diego hits the ground and releases the grapple line, then he starts to sprint across the street, his weapon visible and his body a blur due to the ruthenium. His face concealed so all that folks see is a strange shimmer with a gun.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Victoria! I am told you are running in to point blank on Spitter behind the counter, following him tight. "
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "No cover, but +4 for running, so tn 4 short, -2 smartlink, +4 running and you are unwounded."
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Assault Rifles + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 7 for "TN base 4, short range, -2 smartlink, +4 running, 3 round burst, one round uncomped. On SMG man.":
1 2 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Victoria says, "…"
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Assault Rifles + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 7 for "TN base 4, short range, -2 smartlink, +4 running, 3 round burst, one round uncomped. On SMG man. KP 5/14":
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 4 5 8 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Assault Rifles + Combat Pool: 5 - 2 vs TN 7 for "TN base 4, short range, -2 smartlink, +4 running, 3 round burst, one round uncomped. On SMG man. KP 7/14":
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 10 10 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Assault Rifles + Combat Pool: 5 - 5 vs TN 7 for "TN base 4, short range, -2 smartlink, +4 running, 3 round burst, one round uncomped. On SMG man. KP 10/14":
1 2 2 4 5 7 10 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Victoria says, "Stand on 7."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "It's tn 7 to full dodge with dodge pool because I have moderate wounds, it's tn 5 to soak, I need 13 successes to take nothing and retaliate with incredible deadliness at point blank."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "But I also know she has a second burst coming."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 7 + 6 vs TN 5 for "can he live?":
1 1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 10 = 1 Success
«OOC» Shoeshine says, "Wow."
«OOC» Victoria says, "Now you know how it feels T."
«OOC» Victoria says, "NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS."
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 7 + 6 - 1 vs TN 5 for "can he live? kp4, he has one more kp but can't reroll":
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 8 8 10 17 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "7 successes minus 5 leaves you with 2, so your Serious stages up to Deadly. Please pose triumphantly. "
Victoria took off immediately, they were going the wrong way. Over the table, off the side of the railing, then landing in a crouch her weapon swung up. It was….too familiar to an outside observer as her training, who she really was took over. A single snap of the trigger, and a spray of blood. Her voice female by pitch, but emotionless and cold as she keyed her mic.
Commlink-Le Temoin> Victoria says, "Target one eliminated, friendly wounded, enaging target two."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Shooting second target: +2 for second target in a pass, +4 cover, +2 prone I think."
«Plot» Victoria says, " Gonna pass on the actual shot, to many civvys there anyways, just going to use the rest of my movement to get closer."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Flyboy!"
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "So, for the reach of the monowhip he gets a +2 that he can either use to make your tn worse, or his tn better. He chooses to make your TN worse. So you have tn 4, -2 for him being prone, +2 for the reach of his monowhip, and it looks a lot like one of those stepping games little girls play on the playground with him whirling it around the ground and people running and you having to hop over it."
«Auto-Judge[]» Flyboy (#10928) rolls Boxing + 2 vs TN 4 for "2/8cp":
1 2 3 4 4 5 15 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 6 + 2 + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 7 for "He has 2 dice of phys adept bonus to monowhip, skill of 6, and is pouring everything into it. Unfortunately he's been shot to heck and is kinda outta luck.":
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 8 9 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "You are up 2 successes, your 8m killing hands physical goes to 8S killing hands physical:"
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 7 vs TN 5 for "3 points impact":
1 2 2 2 7 9 9 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "He stages it down to Moderate but not to Light, and in beautiful teamwork from Azul's 7 boxes, your three takes him to Deadly, and he is out. Pose at will."
The undulating monowhip is hardly new to Flyboy - in fact, he's still grinning that fiendish grin as he hops from foot-to-foot, jumps a bit forward with both feet together, and performs a facetious pirouette in honor of the aforementioned children's game. The pirouette ends when he winds his leg back until his heel is just about even with the small of his own back, then whips it forward in a vicious toe-kick that catches the ork adept in the trachea. There's a loud pop followed by a lot of muted gurgling. The dwarf mutters into his comm.
Commlink-Squirrel> Flyboy says, "This one's dead. Now we kip off through the garden?"
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Azul, as combat fades and people are screaming (and it's been about 4 seconds) you will have the first moving out of combat action."
Azul's jacket is stitched with bullets, the APDS rounds of the SMG chewing through the armor with little problem. Blood bursts from the impacts and Blue staggers back, bent over at the waist and trying to suck air in through something other than the holes opened up in her torso. Grandiose plans of running over and Coup De Grace'ing the fallen Adept crumble when the pain rushes in and she staggers, turning to find an exit and stumbling gracelessly, bloodily in that direction - a vague impulse from a fried neuron causing her to holster her weapon.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Diego, coming in the door to find that everything is done."
Commlink-Deuce> Diego says, "Spread out, regroup at meeting point after you're sure you have no pursuit."
Diego turns and heads off in a random direction, using his spy drones to avoid crowds and tries to get lost in alleys.
«Plot» "Victoria."
Victoria took a leap to get back upstairs, she had to get her keys. She was still in… that mode. The gun placed back in the duffle bag, zipped, over her shoulder. Everything done with unthinking proficiency. Then she went back down to grab Azul, supporting the wounded on her spare shoulder as she moved her urgently, but mindful of the injury, out the back door.
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Azul and Flyboy."
Azul tries not to cry outor groan too much as she is hefted and helped along by Victoria. But it hurts like a motherfucker, and she's leaking this important red stuff all over the place.
Well, Flyboy's left there all by himself, surrounded by gunshot-to-shit chinese lunches. He wanders over to a table and plucks a bit of broccoli from a brown sauce where it swims with strips of beef, and chews that up slowly. Maybe it's just to give Azul and Victoria a good lead - sure - we'll go with that. He samples a deep-fried bread dipped in sugar next, and finally ducks out the back and goes up an opposing wall to start running away.
So Diego and Flyboy had a bit of a crowd watching them to see if some kind of show was going to start; when actually the show started inside the restaurant out of their vision. Gunshots, shooting, screaming, blood, running; does anyone follow anyone while calling the police on pocsec?
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Diego, make a stealth check to disappear into the all concealing shadows of the streets?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls Stealth + 4 (foci) for "+6 Ruthenium":
2 2 3 3 3 5 7 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 5 vs TN 17 for "Can I again make a mockery of Diego's ruthenium?":
3 3 4 5 10 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "I cannot. Diego leads some on a chase, then loses them about 2 blocks away."
«Plot» Shoeshine says, "Victoria, Azul? Stealth to escape? Flyboy, Stealth or acrobatics?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Flyboy (#10928) rolls Athletics (Acrobatics):
1 2 2 3 4 4 16
«Plot» Flyboy finds the best way to not be seen is to go where only flying things can see.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 3 vs TN 16:
2 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Victoria (#12432) rolls Stealth:
1 2 2 3 7 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls 3 vs TN 11 for "Tracking victoria and azul":
3 3 9 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Stealth for "-3 wounds":
3 5 9 10 13
Diego had attracted the most attention; and then Flyboy sucked up all the rest of it with a flamboyantly obvious exit that takes him over obscuring walls where followers just can't track. That leaves Victoria and Azul to head out the back way, drooling some blood and pretty much unfollowed once they duck down an alleyway out of the cul-de-sac. When everyone is at least two blocks away and unfollowed, a van stops by to pick you up and take you to Mr. Johnson's back room. Where he pays you and you wake up; to Shoeshine immediately starting to work on Azul with his high-test medical kit. "This is getting to be a habit," he murmurs.
Victoria opened her eyes, a hand slowly coming to rest in front of her face, staring at her fingers as they came into focus. "T…I…A…"
"I was thinking the same thing," Flyboy murmurs as he pulls the induction helmet off his scarred head. He lays there, regaining his bearings. "And why's it always the blue witch your digi-goons want to shoot up?"
Azul's vision clears as the game fades out and she hisses, feeling the normal sensations of brain fry and the however-they-do-it generated pain fo the 'bullets' the tore her up. "Nnmph. If we did it once a week, people would think we're dating. You playing, -fuck-, doctor alla time." she hisses around the pain of being poked and prodded.
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls Biotech + 6 vs TN 6 for "tn 8 for serious wound, -1 savoir medikit, -1 for Azul's body score":
2 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls Biotech + 6 - 1 vs TN 6 for "tn 8 for serious wound, -1 savoir medikit, -1 for Azul's body score":
1 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 9 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Shoeshine (#844) rolls Biotech + 6 - 1 - 2 vs TN 6 for "kp 3":
1 2 2 4 4 4 7 10 10 = 3 Successes
Victoria was smooth, graceful, Victoria…yet not. Stooping down to pick up her purse. "I expect Mademoiselle Blue to walk out of here under her own power in thirty minutes, if you would be so kind Monsieur Dog." Her smile was weak, but it was there. "Now if someone would like to explain to me why there is a black ICE feedback on a game, no?"
Shoeshine , after less than a minute of applying first one muscle relaxant, then another, then a nanotech unclotter for all the burst blood vessels, has Azul well out of the danger zone. "I'm doing the best I can! She should be just fine, although the usual warnings about not straining the recent injury until the nanotech has time to set and cycle out should hold."
«Plot» Azul was at 6 boxes Serious wounds; the successful use of First Aid reduces it to Moderate wounds.
Piotr Mobydeux says, as he hands out the credsticks. (You can see that he had a screen that he was watching some readouts on.) "For a sense of 'reality' of course, ma'am. Customers demand only the most real experiences nowadays."
"Yeah, right," Flyboy grunts out a bit of harsh laughter as he collects his fee. "That's why you're hyping it all over the 'trix, running trideo ads for the big new thing all over primetime. Hell, just yesterday I saw the billboard over the Warrens…"
The drugs help and Blue gradually relaxes, breathing easier instead of trying to suck air through a nonexistent chest wound. Still feels like she got mulekicked by a pissed off trog, but yannow. Take what you can get.
Diego walks over towards Azul. "Here, give me a moment please." He puts a hand on Azul's shoulder, and closes his eyes for a moment.
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls Centering + 3 (focus) vs TN 4 for "Infusion again, this time for Empathic Healing.":
1 2 3 4 4 4 4 7 10 = 6 Successes
«Plot» Diego says, "1.5 pp, gain empathic healing using just 4 of them."
«Auto-Judge[]» Diego (#2074) rolls Magic vs TN 12 for "Using Empathic healing.":
1 2 3 4 4 7 9 14 = 1 Success
«Plot» Diego takes 1 box of damage from Azul onto himself. This puts them both at L wounds. 1 box Diego, 2 boxes Azul. It means they both recover very quickly from the base of 'Light wounds' as opposed to moderate.
"Dead customers do not buy products Monsieur." Victora shook her head very slightly. "I would suggest your feedback be toned down, exspecially when Mademoiselle Blue is involved, a suggestion, no?" The swiss miss took her pay with a smile, and a tone of voice that made it clear her suggestion was…not a suggestion.
Mr. Mobydeux says, "I will certainly take that into account, ma'am."
Victoria smiled again, hand reaching into her purse idly. "Single SMG burst, EXEX rounds she took, correct?" A small pause, and a look over her shoulder. "Mademoiselle Blue, do you wish to go home?"
Diego holds his hand on Blue's shoulder, and then you see it, a cut opens up on his hand. A bit of blood oozes out which Diego wipes off with a kerchief. Blue will feel a tiny bit better. Diego steps away, "That should help a tiny bit as well."
Diego sends a data packet to Victoria, with a text to her. «Info on this.»
The injuries on Azul's flesh, underneath her normal walking around armor, do indeed look as much like a single three-round burst of SMG exex blunted by armor as they can; if mimicked by biofeedback induced muscle spasms and treated with nanotech relaxants.
"Thanks." Blue says, then smirks faintly at Shoeshine. "I should get your number. In case I need another date with the nanites." she says wryly, sitting up with a soft groan and poking at the bruises, flinching.
While the others see to the injured woman, Flyboy meanders casually around the office and gives everything a close examination. He stops in front of the monitors Mobydeux is constantly watching and squints at it, trying to decypher the data or even the kind of data that comes across it.
At least part of it was a splitscreen heads-up-display; a close approximation of what each of you were seeing; you can tell because it's frozen in the last thing you saw before waking up; a view of that little back room and card table from different angles, one short. A different window has a medical readout on each of you; of average non-intrusive medical style. Probably getting a readout on how much you're hurt.
Victoria glanced her eyes to Shoe, then to Diego. A nod, and her PDA was removed from her pocket, quite possibly calling a cab with a few strokes of her fingers. "I will contact my employer, after experiencing it, he may be quite…interested.. in this testing. Either way, I look forward to working with you again no? But I must be getting Mademoiselle Blue home." Her smile was back, something perhaps fading in her as she turned to walk back to Azul, and offer her an arm.
Azul accepts the help up and winces as she straightens, swaying as muscles spasm briefly with the new exertion. Watching Flyboy, she gives Vicky's arm a squeze before moving over to look at the display as well. "What code base are you using?" The nerd rearing it's ugly head.
"Sorry, trade secret," Mobydeux says, with that 'ushering you out' smile to him.
Diego looks at his hand, his platelets already stopping the bleeding. He wraps it up and then heads for the exit after collecting his credstick. No point sticking around, and no point asking moby questions.
Flyboy looks from the doctor to the injured Azul, gives the woman a curt nod of his head, and then heads for the door himself.
Victoria hardly needed to be ushered. Her attention quickly turning from the programer to doting over Azul as she insistently ushered her out the door, in a major part to distract herself from…something. "Come now Mademoiselle, lets get you to your bed, and I will make you some nice soup no?"
Azul actually manages to look sulky, despite the injuries given out by the game. Not even a peek? Bastard. Shuffling for the door like an old gramma, she gets to where Vicky is and sighs. Soup? This can only go downhill from there.
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