Log: Scavs for Cash

GM: Posh
Players: Onigumo
Synopsis: Onigumo awakes and finds himself being robbed by a pair of armed, deadly scavs! He triumphs over the two, coating his hands in blood on the moment of his awakening, still not knowing who he is. He finds himself met soon after by a few folks, who call themselves ‘runners’, telling him that the scavs he killed had a price on their head. And they’re going to help him get hooked up to collect.
Date: 10/12/2075


Rain spatters on Onigumo's face as he hears the deadly squeals of two rats fighting nearby in the warrens. The man who's currently going through his pockets clearly hasn't brushed for months, even if before that, as he starts to reach for the ork's katana, greed in his eyes as he tries to start stealing the former bounty hunter's weapon. With a face nearly done up like scarred meat, maybe nobody'd expect that he'd be alive.

"Hurry, Rezz, we gotta go!" sounds a harsh whisper. Apparently this scav is working with a partner.

As the man on top of him thumps and searches his body half heartedly, looking for billfold, pocsec, anything to sell to the junk dealers. A knee is pressed to Onigumo's chest as with the other hand he slowly pushes the katana, eyes gleaming. "But Trev! This blade's worth a mint! Looks new! Soy for a month!"

Awkwardly, he keeps pushing on the handguard of the blade, trying to push it out of its position, as he doesn't think he could roll the heavy dead ork over in order to get the scabbard too. But who cares? A katana's worth stealing. His nimble hand also retrieves something from the coat pocket, the dull sheen of a credstick housing showing in his hand. Looks like he's going for more than just the sword.

The eyes snap open as that partner spoke, face to face with the greedy scav as they'd be reaching for… well… basically him. Someone that close to him as he woke up triggered a fight-or-flight response, roaring and attempting to fling the individual off of him as hard as he could!

«Plot» Posh says, "Give me a list of everything that you would have in your possession."

«Plot» Onigumo says, "Items on personal: Colt Manhunter, Secure Clothing, Forearm Guards, Secure Jacket, Sunglasses, 10 Plasteel Restraints, 1 Metal Restraints, 10 Tranq Patches, 10 Stim Patches, a keyring, 10 Throwing Knives, his Katana and 3 bundles of Caltrops, each bundle holding 10."

The twisted figure is flung to the side with a cry, but he comes up with a snarl and a crudely fashioned katar in his hand, really a blade of some sturdy metal fixed firmly by a loop of wire that is gripped. A simple but effective weapon. Rezz, apparently, is the one covering overwatch, and steps out, a beat-up Ares Light Fire training on the ork!

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 1 for "+6 Rezz":
4

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 1 for "+5 Trev":
5

A primal rage is all that's worked out of the Ork, bellowing in anger as he went on the offensive!

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Initiative with a result of 9.

Both Rezz and Trev are quick little scavs though, and the first of the dirtied figures waits for the one with the Ares to take a shot before lunging forward straight at you with that dagger!

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Shooting at Onigumo!":
1 2 2 5 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 - 1 vs TN 4 for "Shooting at Onigumo! KP 1/1":
5 10 16 = 3 Successes

«Plot» Posh says, "Armor 6/4. TN 2 soak."

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Body vs TN 2:
2 2 3 3 3 3 4 7 = 8 Successes

«Plot» Posh says, "Damage: 6S."

«Plot» Posh says, "Fully soaked."

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 4 for "Combat Pool":
2 5 5 8 9 10 = 5 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 4 for "Combat Pool":
2 5 5 8 9 10 = 5 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Strength vs TN 8:
1 1 2 3 3 3 3 4 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Body + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 3 for "Combat Pool: 4/6":
1 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 4 4 11 16 = 5 Successes

«Plot» Posh says, "Onigumo has taken an L wound."

Rezz manages to land a successful hit, while Trev launches forward, jabbing his punch dagger brutally towards Onigumo and catching him right in the midsection, partially scraping off the armored cybertorso and causing just a surface wound. Trev steps back in surprise.

«Plot» Posh says, "I'm going to rule that since he had mostly got your katana out you don't need to draw it."

«Plot» Posh says, "You drew it in the same motion as getting up, and when they drew their weapons."

«Plot» Posh says, "You can of course just draw the pistol and shoot them. It's the Rens, the police aren't coming unless you fire a missile."

«Plot» Posh says, "So your response is your choice."

Onigumo roooooars in anger as the blade digs into a part of his cybertorso! That blade-wielding person did damage to him! This is not good… and the Katana was now in the Ork's hand! How it got there, noone knows… but all that was known was that these two Scavs were not going to hurt him again! Bringing the Katana up as he neared the one who actually did damage to him, he brings it down upon the man's shoulder to cleave his ass in two!

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Edged Weapons (Katana) + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 4 for "Combat Pool 6/6":
2 2 2 4 4 5 8 14 = 5 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 4 for "Combat pool, all spent":
1 2 2 2 3 4 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 4 for "Combat pool, all spent":
1 2 2 2 3 4 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 3 + 3 - 1 vs TN 4 for "Combat pool, all spent KP 1/1":
1 3 4 4 4 = 3 Successes

«Plot» Onigumo says, "Bumps up to 11S."

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 8 for "Soaking":
2 3 4 5 = 0 Successes

Trev is slashed brutally, the katana slicing down over his shoulder to Onigumo's skillful strike and opening a bleeding wound. "No! Trev!" shouts Rezz in dismay, leveling and aiming his shot, carefully taking the time to try to plug oni right in the head.

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Initiative with a result of 6.

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 1 for "+1 Trev (Wound)":
11

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 1 for "+5 Razz":
13

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 + 4 vs TN 7 for "Headshot! With 1 aim action":
1 1 2 2 9 11 11 14 = 4 Successes

«Plot» Posh says, "6D."

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 5:
1 1 1 4 = 0 Successes

«Plot» Posh says, "Body soak. TN 2 with your armor."

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Body vs TN 2:
1 2 3 3 5 5 5 8 = 7 Successes

«Plot» Onigumo says, "Full soak"

«Plot» Posh says, "You fully soak."

«Plot» Posh says, "Make an awesome pose of his bullet bouncing off your forehead."

The dull, metallic CLANG of the bullet ricocheting off of the cyber skull of the Ork rings out through the dark, drizzling alley! The bullet did nothing but make the Ork more pissed off, as he approached and brought his Katana down on the gunman now!

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 + 4 vs TN 7 for "Badly wounded scav vs Oni":
1 2 3 3 4 4 5 10 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Edged Weapons (Katana) vs TN 4 for "+1 TN L Wound, -1 for Reach":
1 4 4 4 10 11 = 5 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 5 vs TN 8 for "Soaking":
1 1 3 5 11 = 1 Success

Onigumo does a quick backslice as he turned to face the gunman, slicing off the scav's hand as it made to sneak attack him.

A neat flick of Onigumo's wrist sends the limb sailing through the air, Trev slumping to the ground bisected, bleeding out fast into the dirt. And Onigumo is also upon the gunman…with no chance for him to escape.

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 6 for "Ranged weapon in melee":
1 8 10 11 = 3 Successes

Cybereyes gleaming red as he's now close up to the gunman. The bullet ricocheting off also revealed a part of the skull… showing it to be Cyberized. This… this was no normal Ork… this was a Demon! This was… an Oni! The Katana comes crashing down through the Gunman's shoulder now to cleave HIM in two!

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Edged Weapons (Katana) vs TN 4 for "+1 TN L Wound, -1 for Reach":
1 3 3 4 8 10 = 3 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 8 for "Soak":
2 3 5 9 = 1 Success

The blade falls, and brutalizes the gunman, who falls and responds by shooting the Light Fire desperately in two shots at his deadly assailant.

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 5 vs TN 8 for "in melee, wound":
4 5 5 11 19 = 2 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 5 vs TN 8 for "in melee, wound":
2 3 3 5 7 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Body vs TN 2:
1 1 2 4 4 5 5 5 = 6 Successes

«Plot» Posh says, "Full soak"

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 1 for "+1 Razz":
4

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Initiative with a result of 10.

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 9 for "Huge wound and such":
1 1 1 3 5 5 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Onigumo (#6532) rolls Edged Weapons (Katana) + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4 for "Ain't no kill like Overkill!":
1 2 2 2 3 5 5 7 7 8 10 11 = 7 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 8 for "Soak":
2 5 5 10 = 1 Success

Your triumph over the Scavs is relatively limited, but not totally insubstantial. In fact, they have things that might be quite relevant to your current situation: they each have big dirty cloaks, and of course you could steal the Light Fire and/or the homebrew Katar, which might be nice if you wanted something smaller or less flashy for a particular mission.

In any case, with both dead, it is easy for you to reclaim the credstick that the man had been trying to steal. But likely, corpses will draw bigger predators, and so it may be best to move on.

But armed with these simple trophies, what can you do? What does one who has woken up and killed the scavs who've tried to steal with him, with nothing but various weapons, some gear, and a couple credsticks to his name do?

That…is his choice.

«Plot» Posh says, "So. What do you do in this situation?"

«Plot» Onigumo says, "He runs. He doesn't know where, but he needs to get away and some place hidden."

There are plenty of hiding places all around, alcoves, nooks and crannies, and such. But what do you do? If you want something other than immediate shelter. you'll need money, likely, or you'll need to find a place no one else wants. Alternatively, you could find a place where someone is, perhaps, and kill them. How will you find a place to hide?

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Street Rumors:
1 2 3 3 5

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Shadowscene Players:
1 1 5 9

«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Street Rumors:
4 5 8

«Auto-Judge[]» Bull (#4176) rolls Shadowscene Players:
1 2 3 3

At least there is a nook behind a Stuffer shack, with a nice dumpster and a lip of the building ahead, for you to get your bearing and clear your head for a moment. The wound is painful but not life threatening. But here, out on the streets, something like that's never gonna heal all the way. Low grade infection. You'll need at least a warm bed, and dry sheets. Luxuries impossible to find for those here in the 'Rens.

«Plot» Posh says, "Bull. During a smoke break or whatever outside the Bastille, you hear a little scuttlebutt. Apparently two nasty scavs got killed today. They had what was coming, but it was some kind of red cyber-ork."

After the headache had subsided somewhat… he realized something major… he didn't know where the hell he was, and he didn't know WHO he was! This… was a problem! There were two dead people here… and he was here with little in the way of memories… he had to find some place safe first… quickly looking at his Credstick, he focused on it a bit… maybe… just maybe… it had money on it? He quickly sheathed his Katana and headed out, looking around for any place that could potentially house him for cheap… maybe some cheap coffin motel or something… but as he looked around, he needed to stop and get his bearings more as he just ducked in behind a Stuffer shack… shivering severely, he… he did the first thing he could think of. His memories gone, he had to figure out who he was… with that, he quickly searched his personal belongings to find what he had on him…

The sounds of Blackheart's harley can be heard echoing through the neighbourhood as she rides in, spotting the stuffer shack and feeling a need for some coffee. She stifles a yawn into her leather riding glove and pulls in, letting her engine bubble for a moment or two before she switches it off. She looks about the parking lot for a moment before heading inside for a little pick me up, reappearing a moment or two later with a cup of the cheapest coffee in the warrens as well as a reconstituted eclair with imitate chocolate flavouring on top. At least the hypersweet is the real thing.

«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls 1 for "(Surveilance)Sensors (Proximity detectors, rangefinders, video, basic radar, signature-recognition software, low-light, telescopic magnification x50)(Active)":
4

«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence for "Passive Surveilance.":
1 2 2 2 3 4 7 9

The red Ork entered the place after cataloguing everything he had on his person… and… still slightly shivering, he just needed something warm. He went up to the counter and ordered just a plain hot coffee, using the Credstick he had to purchase it… once he'd ordered it, he went to an empty booth and just pondered everything he'd found on his person… and the implications of what it could mean about who he was… or who he wasn't… he still wasn't sure who he was at all, and it terrified him to no end… and everything he found on his person only served to confuse him even more! So… he just sat there, drinking his coffee, and trying to mentally get ahold of himself…

The Minotaur already inside the shack is a monsterously imposing figure. Trolls might be taller, but few had the girth that Bull does. And color the large horned man surprised to see a familiar face. "Well well." He grunts, stirring and looking towards Blackheart once the woman has her coffee. "Look who it is." He seemed to have finished a glass of something. The Red Ork coming inside, all bedgraggled, draws his attention and the minotaurs dull eyes light on him and linger.

Blackheart sips her hot coffee and has a bite of her eclair, and after a moment or two, she turns around and looks back through the glass doors of the shack, where she spots Bull. "Oh fuck," she mutters to herself, before heading back inside, a grin on her face, "And here I thought Lone star had you in some dank cell somewhere, it's the bully!" she smiles, it's not often shadowrunners return after long absences.

It's not long before a tiny drone hums and lands on the glass above the doorway. It's small size and nature leaving it fairly undetected amiung the populous outside. It quickly crawls up out of the way after peering inside the establishment.

Krieg comes quietly wandering along after that, a small handheld device in her hands seeming to have the majority of her attention as she navigates towards the shady shack. Without a word she enters the drool food line.

Bull grins to Blackheart. "Been holed up on sec duty. Relieved at the moment, but goin' back soon." He sees Krieg, and a furry hand goes up in greeting to her as well. The large 'Taur is definitely imposing, which probably explains why he has a seat to himself. He stirs a bit, and tilts his horned head towards the Ork that entered. "Heard a red skinned Ork fucked up a few scavs. You the one, chummer?" Bulls voice isn't quiet, and it carries.

Onigumo is still just at his own table, sipping the coffee. The shivering was letting up a small bit now… and it was getting a little easier to breathe… but he wasn't going to get over these wounds with just some coffee… he needed some bed rest… but another disturbing thing… how did he take all those bullet hits and not have any serious damage…? Just… just what WAS he? He couldn't see himself, but others in the establishment would very easily see a red-skinned Ork with slightly glowing red eyes and a metallic scar across the top of his head from where the last bullet grazed his dome… then suddenly, he was approached and this was a thing! Eyes going wide, he seemed to recoil slightly from the large intimidating… thing. "I-I… I-I don't know…" His voice was tinny and hollow, as if echoing through a large metal can. More reinforcement of his chrome…

Krieg raises a hand in response to Bull, but seems engrossed in whatever it is she is doing. She quickly gets back to the device and moves forward a few more places in line.

Blackheart sips her coffee and cants her head as Bull confronts the red ork. She studies the cybork, wondering if his skin is actually red, or if he's just covered in blood. Another nibble on her eclair and she nods her head, feeling emboldened with Bull sitting there. "Looks like it. Heard one of em got chopped right in half," she says, looking at the ork's jacket and the flies it's attracting. "Think this just might be the guy.."

"Looks it." Bull agrees comfortably to Blackheart, his hands planting on his hips. The action parts his jacket just enough to expose the double-holster setup containing SMGs across his /broad/ cybered, and scarred chest. "You don't know?" Bull says, raising a brow slowly towards the Red Ork. "Ye get a ding on your head there, chummer. But don't look like it'd knock the sense out of ya none. Fuck you mean you don't know?"

Onigumo just repeats it. "I don't know… okay? I don't know! I don't know anything, alright?!"

Onigumo just repeats it. "I don't know… okay? I don't know! I don't know anything, alright?!" He just breathes heavily. "I don't… I don't know… anything, alright? Those guys… they… they were just… they came at me, and… and I panicked… I… then suddenly there was blood… alot of it… but… then…" He winces and holds his head tightly. "Ugh! Why… why can't I remember… why can't I remember anything?!"

When the ork starts grabbign his head and wigging out, Blackheart takes a step back, noting the katana over his back. "Uhh, Bull," she murmors sidelong, getting ready to deal with a tweaking ork swordsman, and here she is without her heat, just a ceramic knife tucked in her boot.
Bull doesn't shy from the man with the blade. Either headstrong, or uncaring if he draws it. "Shut up." He grunts, shaking his head a bit. "Hold still." He reaches out, and if Oni doesn't try to resist Bull would actually grab his head, and examine the skull underneath. "This fresh, chummer? You remember having a metal head installed? Coulda fucked your noggin."

Posh walks into the Stuffer Shack, pulling back the hood of her own dirty cloak she uses for travel in rush areas. She spots the tableaux looking around - the message she'd been sent by Bull about goings on in the area. Curious about any disturbance nearby, she'd popped by, and so the redheaded elf sees the others in the Shack, nodding as she glances up at the camera. Fortunately, she's not in her usual look, which she rarely is outside her apartment these days, all disguised up and with sunglasses and dark hair, she'd be hard to recognize.

She gives a little grin to Onigumo. "Look at me, directly," she says, wanting to see the ork's ocular response. The voice she uses is soft and commanding, very indeed British, inded with the softly commanding tone of a middle-aged nurse. She gets a small penlight and starts to shine it in each of the ork's eyes, and then draws forth a savior medkit, with a smile at the others. "I think you might be connected with a job offer I just got," she says. "It seems that there's going to be a hit on one of the major gang leaders nearby. We haven't much time if we're going to take the gig," she says, a soft hiss escaping from her arm, likely some sort of anti-surveillance device. "We'd better get moving fast," she says. "Come with, if you're hoping to find some answers…or at least some creds," she says, then quietly sharing with the ork the results of her impromptu diagonisis. "I'm Posh by the way," she says. "What would you like to be called?" She also waits to give the others the chance to introduce themselves, holding up a hand to try to calm Blackheart and Bull, as she thinks this is unlikely to lead to a seizure or immediate aggression, the way Kamikaze would go to. "If anything, he's been hit with an overdose of…it's hard to say, for real, but it almost looks like some kind of dirty cheap synthesis that mimics the effects of Laes…but so much less precise. Like if Laes were a scalpel, this stuff is a hatchet."

Onigumo is suddenly being looked over somewhat expertly by… this… female that just suddenly came from nowhere… but… then that question came out… and right now… answers were all he wanted. "Uhmm… I-I don't think I'll need creds… I-I don't think, at least… but… answers. Answers sound good, for sure…" He grimaces at the second question… gulping… here was a problem… he needed to figure out which of the two IDs he found on him to give her… he didn't know which one he really was… nothing… but as he was thinking about it, something echoed in his mind… like a far-off voice, trying to call out to him… trying to get his attention… a name… he looked up at the Elf, standing. "Onigumo. Call me… Oonigumo."

Bull raises a furry brow when Posh comes in some fluidly, and Bull does indeed take a step back. Though it hardly looked like he needed to be talked down. His brow raises higher. "Well. A hits a hit. And are you suggested we take scrambled brains here on the run?" The 'Taur tilts his head. "He connected, you said?" When Onigumo stammers out his name, Bull just glances at him for it, then looks over to Krieg and Blackheart as if for their takes.

Krieg blinks a bit being patted, she looks up at Bull. "It is because you are so large that I do not protest to loudly of such behavior." She watches Posh, for a momment thinking it is an indication of cocnern but soon learning its to do with work. She steps back with Bull as well, and goes back to playing the handheld game she seems to have found.

Blackheart watches as Posh barges in and immediately begins examining the ork, looking from one person to the next, blinking a little as she gives them room to do their thing. "You know this guy, Posh?" she asks, after the elf offers him the job.

"Not personally, but I knew him. Or who he was, by reputation," she says. "And I'm afraid the answers are going to be less than satisfying," she admits. "And, well…I wouldn't be so hasty about that," she says. "After all, everyone needs creds."

She lets out a bit of a grin.

“Turns out you might be a little bit lucky in one way,” Posh explains. “Those scavs you took down had a local price on their heads,” she says. “Seems like they had a contract with a local Kamikaze dealer – they’d run from him on the side, and he wanted to make sure they were every bit dead as possible. Not just that, he wanted to post on the Shadowlands, feel like a big shot,” she says. “So I’ll be able to help you create an addy if you want,” she says, with a chuckle. “And arrange a dead drop for you to pick up that certified credstick. But first…let me take a look at that scrape. We’ll be heading in my van,” she s suggests.

Onigumo complines. “I just…” He nods. “I need answers, not nuyen” he repeats. “But if…hey, if I’ve got something coming to me, can’t say no.”

As the van pulls away, she nods. "All right," she says. "I'll be in the crowd, in a dirty cloak, one of the hangers on come by to celebrate," she says, turning to nod to Krieg. "You're right, it would be," she says. "Fortunately, the van is clean and I've got a kit. In any case, it’s nice to meet you, Onigumo,"

«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Biotech + 1 for "task pool":
1 3 4 4 5 5 10

«Plot» Posh says, "L damage wounds healed."

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