Shooting Gangers In A Barrel

GM: Eris
Players: Hek, Dominae, Azul, Renegade, Russik
Synopsis: The team are hired to take care of a problem for Ares. It really is little more than a trifling issue, and the problem is soon resolved, with overwhelming force.
Date: 05/01/2073

«OOC» Eris says, "Okay, with a scene this big and with the limited timeframe I have to run it, I'm going to institute some rules I don't normally use."
«OOC» Eris says, "Basically, rather than sticking to pose order, outside of combat if two other people have posed before you, you are free to go. I will interject as and when appropriate and you may as always ask questions in page/ooc/plot."

Some meets take place in nice locations. Some take place in dive bars. Very rarely, a meet takes place somewhere like it does today. In a glittering and pristine office block in the UCAS Sector of Denver, owned and operated openly by the Ares Megacorporation. The very fact of its presence means that the employers for this particular operation are undeniable. When the team arrives - each member having been contacted discretely and asked to sign in at reception for the evening meeting - they are directed to a meeting room on the thirteenth floor.

There, a man in a sharp black suit awaits. Flanked by a huge troll in a similar suit, a map of Denver has been laid out on the conference room table. He sits, awaiting the arrival of the men and women hand picked to take care of this particular, nagging problem.

The premise established and Ares obviously knowing what they are getting into, Hek oddly enough feels comfortable showing up in the same gear that he runs the rougher streets of the CAS district and north-western Warrens in… sans the Ingram Smartgun. No sense in creating an unnecessary security situation with corporate security. "I always thought buildings did not have thirtheen floors?" Hek muses, testing the Johnson's predisposition toward humor as he settles down in one of the high backed, executive chairs.

Russik doesn't know how to write, so he will leave his mark. "X X >:/". He goes on to the 13th floor and wonders how rare it is to see that number. He's not good with numbers either, one just notices details missing from usual elevators. He takes a seat, looking up and down at the troll with a smug and thinking to himself "Yeah, I can take him, pfft."

Renegade signs in at the front desk, having dressed to the meet in an Armante line that seems to reflect his CAS heritage (or at least his accent anyway). He is lead to the elevator, and watches the button for the 13th floor pressed. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't quite comment on it to the extent that Hek does.

Blue is a few minutes early to the show, dressed down in some nice slacks and a blouse with a suit jacket over the lot. Expensive finery with name brand tags. Sliding the mirrored shades off her nose, she folds the earpieces in and tucks them into a pocket before signing in as 'Blue' and starting towards the meeting place. Renegade and Hek both get smiles from the girl.

Upon arrival outside of the Megacorporation owned building, Dominae could only stare in awe at not only its massive size but the quality of upkeep which it had been kept in. This was his first ever invitation to a place of this magnitude so seeing it up close was a sharp contrast to the slums of Denver that he had grown accustomed to. Making his way through the security checks and up to the front desk, he passed along the fake name he had given for admittance to the facility. He was quickly ushered into an elevator that shot straight up to one of the higher up floors, potentially causing vertigo for the weak of will or those having a fear of heights. Dom braced himself as the doors slid open to exit out onto the corridors which lead to the designated meeting room. He wasn't sure if this was going to be a legit job or a fancy way of hiring cannon fodder but seeing as nuyen was always in demand, he wasn't about to question it until he had gotten further details on what the mission was.

"We don't fear superstitions."

The Johnson's good humor is exactly what one would expect from a man seated in a meeting room. Which is to say, he seems to have had it surgically removed. He regards each of the gathered runners in turn, and clears his throat.

"I will keep this to the point." He says, "There is a small gang which has been hassling construction crews at one of our developments. Pressure from the police and through other channels has not dissuaded them. We are no longer interested in negotiating with them, and would like to see the problem … go away. As there are only a half dozen of them, we feel that a team such as yourself will be able to deal with them without a great deal of hassle. They are, after all, only gangers. If this seems like an enterprise you'd care to participate in, please, have a seat and we can discuss specifics. If you wish to leave now, there will be no hard feelings."

"Drek, chummer, sounds like some nova biz." Russik explains that he is ready to get his hands into this one. "Count me in." Money, Ares hardware, or bags of sand, it's his pleasure to do this for whatever price.

Hek remains seated and reaches into his jacket to fetch the data cable from his pocket secretary and snug it into the dull metallic jack behind his ear. "These notes won't rive ronger than twenty-four hour." He assures the Johnson.

Azul finds a spot to sitnad plants her rump in it, crossing her legs and, likewise, running a datacable froma pocket to a jackport behind her ear.

Dominae stands there for a moment to consider his words, weighing the opportunity being offered before he moved forward and pulled out a seat at the large boardroom table and plopped back into it. "'Sounds like ya got me 'den ", he quipped before falling silent again.

"Excellent." The Johnson says, "The gang in question is called the 'Death Road Ministry'. They are led by one Franklin Garfield, a shaman of some description. He's formed a cult of personalty, essentially, with five other individuals working for him. Killing the rest probably isn't strictly necessary…. but it is important that the desired message be sent, no?"

Russik scratches his head "What is the message?" he asks in broken English, as if actually expecting a note or a letter to deliver to the gang leader.

Hek listens, fingers interlaced on the table in front of him. As the Johnson speaks, the display link projects a light blue glow onto his retinas while Hek takes mental notes.

Dominae doesn't have any questions for the moment, nor does he feel inclined to take the lead for this posse unless there something about the current job that struck him. "If 'dats what deh job is.. then it'll get done. "

Azul watches the Johnson and then chuckles faintly. "That the project is going to be completed, whether or not the gangers try to interfereand that any interference they give isn't to be tolerated."

"Quite." The Johnson says, agreeing with Azul. "Ideally, the body of the leader will be left somewhere relatively public. The local police have been informed to ignore any incidents in that area unless things seem to be spilling out to cause general harm to the public, for twenty four hours. In total, the pay will be fifty thousand nuyen. Custom dictates spitting it equally amongst yourselves, I believe."

Hek eyes the Johnson thoughtfully, fingers sliding apart then coming back together as he contemplates the offer. The urge to haggle tugs on him. Perhaps it is the large troll flanking the Johnson, more than likely it is the lack of humor and the man's consumate poker face. "I can work with ten kay." He acquiesces to the offer with an affirmative nod.
The art of negotiation wasn't particularly this elf's strong suite, thinking it may hinder the situation to speak up on the matters of payment and instead keep things professional as Dominae looked around at the others to hear their acceptance of the offer before looking back to the Johnson.
Azul nods and leans back, getting comfortable. The job is straightforward, the targets not-too-scary.

While other things go on, Russik thinks real hard, recalling his past gamnger experiences and anything he can remember about Franky Gee and his Deaf Roadsters.

«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls Street Rumors (to Eris):
1 3 5 8 9

You paged Renegade with 'Frankie Gee is a combat shaman. He keeps his turf through virtue of his ability to melt the brain of people who disagree with him. He's good at covering his tracks, though, as the cops haven't been able to pin anything definitive on him. The other five guys in his inner circle are chumps.'.

The Johnson nods his head, "Then that's agreed." He says, standing up. A laser pointer is produced, and burns a small hole in the map. "That is the construction site in question." He says, "I believe Frankie and his 'crew' should be heading there in the early hours of the morning to collect payment from our foreman. He will, of course, be meeting you instead."

Renegade shrugs his well-tailored shoulders, "I tink dis pretty straight-forward, no? We go in, den we do a dance on dey head, den we come back and collect money." He then leans forward, "Ting is, I know dem boys. Dey try to get me to drink dey Kool-Aid one day. Dat Frankie Gee got his turf by bein' one bad dude. Dem other boys ain't nothing to worry much about, but dey surely packin' heat." He frowns, "I'll put a drone out by de sight. We see dem comin' before dey see us and wreak dem boys day, pondas."

Russik's face lights up, he thinks out-loud, still in his horrible English "Ah, deliver a message, I got it now." he points at the Jay "I got it." and he nods his head in satisfaction.
Hek listens, nodding. "If it make better pran, we can take care of prob-a-rem, after they hand off nuyen? Maybe make target ress sus-pee-shressh if they already have nuyens."

Dominae pretty much stays silent for the planning part to let those with the experience share what their ideas before he chimes in with anything that would help on his end.

Hek pages: Can I do pre-run rolls for potential crime org connections of the gang, and then a safehouse nearby to flee to if necessary?
You paged Hek with 'Sure'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Criminal Organizations (to Eris):
2 3 5 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Safehouse Locations (to Eris):
1 1 1 2
Hek pages: KP on the safe house
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Safehouse Locations (to Eris):
3 3 4 9
You paged Hek with 'They have no known criminal organization ties, and you know a place a couple of blocks away you could use.'.

Azul nods a few times, listening. Content for now to be quiet and soak it in.

The Johnson nods his head, tucking the laser pointer back in his pocket. "Very well." He states, "The meeting room is booked until the hour." Giving just over thirty minutes of time remaining, "The receptionist will take your payment details on the way out and we'll transfer funds when we have confirmation that the job is complete. How you deal with specifics is, of course, entirely your business. Good evening."

Renegade tilts his head, peering towards Russik, "Dat's good. Dat real good, podna." He looks up towards the Johnson and waits until the suit has exited. He then looks around, "Hittin' 'em after de shakedown ain't a good idea. Figurin' dem boys somehow get away with dat money, who we gonna' owe? Best thing we can possibly do is putting a bullet or six in Frankie Gee's watuhmelon head and cappin' de rest dem boys and den go by a Stuffer Shack for some dem nuclear breakfast burritos."

Azul rubs her tummy, suddenly a little hungry, and stands up, stretching a bit. "The job is simple. And any plan we try to hammer out at this point won't survive first contact - not with that many marks involved. I approve of the idea of having a drone in the sky, just keep it high enough that they aren't likely to spot it. Unless it's ruth coated." she says softly, glancing at the others. "What time, specifically, are they due to show?"

Hek disconnects the plug from his datajack and tucks the cord back into one of the inner jacket pockets. "The gang seem to have no organization ties. Should be pretty riddle fall out.." When Renegade speaks up and dismisses his idea, Hek just shrugs and lets it go. "No more pran here." He taps the table with his index finger. "Too many ear…" Using the same finger, he points at his own ear, then the walls.

«OOC» Hek says, "We don't actually have to pose plotting somewhere else for the sake of time. Once the team meets again away from the Ares building, Hek will inform everyone that he has identified a nearby safehouse that can be used if things go sideways. He will give the team the address. Other than that, I'm ready to go."

Russik turns his head "Planning is stupid? Well, that's the first I've ever heard that… from a runner." he adjusts his armored jacket "Sure, no one can predict what they are going to do, but you telling me we are just going to stand in a circle? Who's driving, who's meleeing, who's shooting, do we have magic, how are we getting away and where we displaying his body? Should we succeed."

The elf that was staying quiet just continued to watch with idle interest, making a pyramid out of his fingers with the tips pressed together and tapping against each other in a rhythmic fashion. He couldn't help but smile at some of the commetary taking place, dropping his hands down to the arms of the chair and pushing himself up to a stand. "Well.. if'n their leader is a magick type.. I don' recommend having anything ready for him at first sight. He'll see it comin' 'den… "

«Auto-Judge[]» Russik (#6502) uses 1 of item 2: Cram from Russik's Drug Package (#2407).
«Auto-Judge[]» Russik (#6502) rolls Willpower vs TN 4 for "Resisting Cram addiction":
2 2 4 5 11 11 = 4 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Willpower vs TN 4:
1 1 2 3 3 4 = 1 Success

"Finally, an honest to God rigger." Hek thinks to himself as the plan comes together. The elements seem simple enough, and having been elected to be onsite, Hek decides to be as onsite as one can be. The plan he puts together for himself in the context of the larger operation involves keeping the foreman alive. That becomes his primary purpose, to the point where he silently resolves to let the rest of the team deal with the gangers. He kits himself out simply, retaining his armored jacket, with the intention to rely on the Ingram Smartgun as his primary weapon, leaving the Savalette Guardian tucked into the concealable holster under his jacket as his backup piece.

Russik eventually gets his "stick" and rides his bike to the meet spot. He's got his radio, sword, cammies and… that's it bro. What else can an ork need.
Gun, armored jacket, and a team to roll with? Sounds good to Blue. Hopping a ride with someone, she finds a spot to be near the onsite crew of Hek and Russik, checking for a decent hidey spot that'll give her good LoS but provide some cover.

Riding quietly in the back of the van to the meet spot, Dominae found himself encircled in a world of confusing gadgets since it wasn't often you'd ever encounter a rigger. As they finally come up onto the sight, regardless of how safe he felt from detection inside of the van he was stilly planning to don the black balaclava he carried with him on every room to shield his identity from prying eyes.

Renegade pages: Do you need a roll for me to smuggle us all through?
You paged Renegade with 'Same sector, so no'.
Renegade pages: Ok!

Renegade exits the meeting, goes and grabs something to eat, goes home, watches some porn, and is in the van with a smile hours before the designated meet time. He picks up everyone who needs picking up, and drives to the construction site, dropping runners and two Myrmidon-II walker drones off. He switches to rigging the van via RCD, deploying a rotordrone high into the air and searching first for some high ground to park his van so that he can work his drone magic and Dominae can work his mundane magic through the binoculars. The walkers are secured behind some heavy equipment, while the rotordrone continues to fly overhead as the van pulls into position.
Commlink-Renegade> Renegade says, "Renegade in position, podnas. I got dem eyes in de sky."

«Plot» Russik will use the drug once they get on-site. 3 hour time. But if IC 3 hours pass, let me know, GM, please.

The site itself is a new tower block. Semi-constructed, it is perhaps fifty meters in each direction, a perfect square, with an entrance on the north-facing set of plasteel boards which have been erected to keep the site relatively private. Inside, the skeleton of the tower block is starting to take shape. There's also a lot of abandoned materials, a large crane, and markedly little lighting as the evening wears on into night. Only the dim glow of the general Denver backdrop provides any light at all; that, and a large moon which will, presumably, bear witness to what is to come.

«Plot» Eris says, "Lighting condition is Minimal."

Russik parks his bike a couple of blocks away, and walks the rest of the way to the site and where the Jay pointed the meeting will take place. He sets up in a shadow, finding something to sit on and lighting a stub of a cheap cigar. The sword rests on his hip. The ork presses his throat mikes.

Commlink-Ruslan> Russik says, "At location."

«Plot» Hek says, "Eris, ready for Stealth rolls?"
«Plot» Eris says, "Sure"

«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Stealth (Urban):
1 1 2 2 3 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Stealth (Urban) for "KP:1, down to KP 7/9":
1 2 3 3 4 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Stealth (Urban) for "KP:3 totak, down to KP 5/9":
1 3 3 3 4 8

«Plot» Eris says, "Perceptions from peeps please."
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Intelligence for "Low light + eyelights + ElMag3":
1 1 2 3 4 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Dominae (#6783) rolls Intelligence for "Low light":
2 3 4 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Intelligence for "Low light + eyelights + ElMag3 1/3kp":
1 2 2 2 3 4 4 5
[Plot Room 2] Azul says, "bah"
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Intelligence for "Low-Light, Vision Mag 3":
1 2 3 3 5 8

«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Stealth for "In mah hidey spawt.":
1 5 5 10 17

«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls 5 for "Sensors: Itchy":
1 2 3 5 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls 5 for "Sensors: Scratchy":
1 2 2 5 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls 5 for "Sensors: Roto-Bro":
1 2 3 4 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Russik (#6502) rolls Intelligence:
1 3 4 8

Unsurprisingly, it is the drones that pick up the approach of the gangers first. This is relatively well off neighborhood, so the group of young men (and they are, all, young men) aren't openly brandishing their weaponry. They are all wearing black security jackets with a nasty red splotch on the back, and ornate boots with steel spikes and plating.

The man in the center is presumably the leader. Flanked by two to either side and one in front, he has an air of command about him. Bright pink hair and a ridiculous amount of facial piercings back this assertion up, as the others are mostly relatively subdued in their enthusiasm for body modifications.

"Get the door open." He commands as they approach… and from underneath the front one's jacket, a sawn-off shotgun is produced.

Commlink-Renegade> Renegade says, "We got incomin'."

Renegade pages: I'm going to issue commands to my two walker drones as a group: Kill the one with the pink hair and face piercings and then kill the other designated targets (other gangers).
You paged Renegade with 'I'm gonna trust you to run your drones because honestly I don't want to have to look up how to do it :p'.

As if on a puppet string, Dominae sat up straight when the silence was broken over the commlink. He reached around to the satchel that hung securely off the webbing belt around his waist and flipped back the top so he could reach inside and pull out the pair of binoculars. He pressed the magnification part up to his eyes and the other end closely to the glass in order to get a visual on his own on the swarm of gangers that entered the construction site.

Hek, the commlinkless wonder, can do nothing else but wait in the concealment offered by the shadows and heavy construction equipment. He marks the moments passing with his breathing, in and out through his nose as slowly as possible. The Cram has his synapses lit up like a Christmas tree, and he has considerable difficulty maintaining the calm, centered focus that his Sifu was continually helping him cultivate. The sounds of the metroplex have his eyes darting here and there… the honking of horns, the wailing of sirens, even the steel frame of the building the creaks from time to time draws his attention for milliseconds at a time.

«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 6 for "Comprehension Test: Itchy's Pilot + Computer (Programming)":
1 3 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 6 for "Comprehension Test: Itchy's Pilot + Computer (Programming) KP":
1 3 3 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
Renegade pages: Ok. Itchy doesn't get it.
«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls 3 + 3 vs TN 6 for "Comprehension Test: Scratchy's Pilot + Computer (Programming) KP":
3 3 4 5 8 11 = 2 Successes

Renegade pages: Scratchy gets it. I'm jumping into Itchy directly, before inits start.

Russik remains in the open, smoking his cigar. If his frame is not enough to give away his presence, then the red light glowing in the shadows should be a pretty good give-away. Hearing the comms, he stands up, waiting for the gangers to approach him.

Azul digs in the pockets of her coat, threading a silencer onto the end of her predator III and making sure it's nice and tight. Moving the slide just enough to verify the round in the chamber, she eases it shut and tenses up behind the pillar she's chosen for her hidey spot, adopting a low-ready hold on the weapon.
Renegade pages: And I'm also going to order Roto-Bro to stay on overwatch and warn me if anyone is coming.

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 6 (to no one) for "Frankie Spot Check":
1 2 3 5 8 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 (to no one) for "Dope Spot Check (-4 for ligting remember)":
2 3 5 17
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 (to no one) for "Dope Spot Check (-4 for ligting remember)":
2 3 4 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 (to no one) for "Dope Spot Check (-4 for ligting remember)":
2 2 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 (to no one) for "Dope Spot Check (-4 for ligting remember)":
1 1 1 1
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 (to no one) for "Dope Spot Check (-4 for ligting remember)":
1 3 3 5

«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls 2 + Computers vs TN 4 for "Comprehension Test: Roto-Bro's Pilot plus Computer":
1 2 2 3 4 14 16 17 = 4 Successes

«OOC» Renegade says, "Eris, I misrolled the first comprehension tests. Should have added my full Computers to it their pilot for that."
«OOC» Renegade says, "Can I redo them?"
«OOC» Eris says, "Sure"

«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls 3 + Computers vs TN 6 for "Comprehension Test: Itchy's Pilot + Computer":
1 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls 3 + Computers vs TN 6 for "Comprehension Test: Scratchy's Pilot + Computer":
1 1 3 3 4 4 5 5 10 = 1 Success

Renegade looks towards Dominae briefly, shooting him a quick nod, "Catch ya' on de flip-side, podna." He closes his eyes, his brain plugged into his remote control deck. He begins issuing commands almost immediately. The two Walker drones are to perforate the Shaman ASAP, then move onto the others. The rotordrone will stay high above and watch for reinforcements. Satisfied, Renegade melds his consciousness to one of the walker drones silhouetted against the heavy equipment.

There's an almighty roar as the shotgun, loaded with shock-lock rounds, tears through the door as though it were tissue paper. In the next instant, the thug with the gun kicks the door in, and the gang sweeps in, trying to look more like a professional operation and less like a bunch of amateurs.

"Hand over the cred, omae, and you'll leave here with the use of your legs." Says the ringleader, stepping forwards.

"Hey boss, I think I see somethin'—" One of the others starts, right before the guy following behind him, careens into his back, having missed a pole on the floor and slipping into it with a heavy thud, "Drek! What the frag's wrong with you, Larry?" The jostled ganger, who had been looking in Hek's direction, chides, apparently distracted for that crucial second.

«Plot» Eris says, "And we'll go to inits"

«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Initiative with a result of 17.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dominae (#6783) rolls Initiative with a result of 6.
«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls Initiative using a VCR rating 2 with a result of 18.
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Initiative with a modifier of +2 with a result of 12.

«Auto-Judge[]» Russik (#6502) rolls Initiative with a modifier of +5 with a result of 36.

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 1 for "+4 Mooks Init":
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 1 for "+6 Shaman Init":
«Plot» Russik will ready weapon, Katana and generally prepare to use Whirling.

The Slavic ork ducks his head as he hears a or the gunshot. His blood starts to rush as the synapses trigger faster and faster and faster. He draws his sword, before he can even think and slices at a shadow, because the visual input is not even processed yet, before the reflex high body responds. The ork regains his balance and prepares for a fight, huffing and puffing like a roided out bull.

«OOC» Renegade says, "Alright. Locking on with Itchy and scratchy."
«OOC» Eris says, "Roll away"
«OOC» Renegade says, "Do you know his signature? Usually its TN 4. Would anything be changing that?"
«OOC» Eris says, "Nope"
«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Itchy's Sensor Test":
1 2 3 4 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Scratchy's Sensor Test":
1 2 3 7 9 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Renegade says, "Done."
From afar, Azul will shoot the pink haired bloke, two shots, silenced.
«OOC» Eris says, "Roll it."

As the door opens once the lock has been blown off with the shotgun, Renegade from within Itchy, begins seeking out his intended target. The target reticules light up red from within the confines of his own perception. At the same time, Scratchy accomplishes the same task and reports back to the main.

«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "First shot.":
1 2 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 4 - 4 vs TN 4 for "First shot. 2/3 kp":
3 5 5 11 11 = 4 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "Second shot.":
2 2 3 3 4 5 5 9 11 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) uses 2 of item 10: HP APDS rounds from Lot 101D (#560).

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 8 vs TN 4 for "Dodge Test":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 8 - 3 vs TN 4 for "Dodge Test KP:1":
3 5 5 10 11 = 4 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Soaking M first shot":
1 1 3 10 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 - 1 vs TN 5 for "Soaking M first shot KP:1":
1 2 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 - 1 vs TN 5 for "Soaking M first shot KP:3":
4 5 5 = 2 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 + 2 vs TN 5 for "Soaking D second shot":
1 1 2 3 3 3 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 + 2 vs TN 5 for "Soaking D second shot KP:1":
1 1 3 4 4 4 = 0 Successes

From her hidey spot, she's got a relatively clear line of sight on the targets - just the way she planned. Bringing the silenced pistol upin both hands, she steadies her aim and gently squeezes the trigger - treating it like a lover. The first shot doesn't make it very far through the armored jacket, but the second.. oh that second shot catches the zipper where the jacket is weakest and tears through flesh and bone, bouncing around until it tumbles right through the mark's heart and rips out the other side.

«Plot» Hek says, "Smartlink and lowlight, mag 3. Base TN4, +4 for visibility. -2 for SM, +1 for target walking"

«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Submachine Guns + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 8 for "Burst from Ingram at base 6M into goon with shotgun":
2 3 4 4 4 4 5 15 17 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls 7 vs TN 8 for "KP:1 reroll, 4/7 KP left":
3 4 4 7 8 9 10 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Hek says, "Shifting aim for next closest target. I get TN of 13. 8+2 for second target, +3 for uncompensated recoil"
«Plot» Eris says, "Sounds about right."
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Submachine Guns + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 13:
1 2 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Submachine Guns + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 13 for "KP:1, 3/7 KP left":
1 2 2 2 2 2 3 3 5 10 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Submachine Guns + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 13 for "KP:3, 0/7 KP left":
1 1 1 1 2 3 4 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Hek says, "And that's all she wrote"
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4 for "Soaking D damage":
1 1 3 3 5 8 11 11 11 29 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Still standing?":
1 3 4 5 = 1 Success
«Plot» Eris says, "My mistake, D+1 damage. He takes M and falls over."

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Goon 1 quick draw":
1 3 4 4 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Goon 2 quick draw":
4 4 5 10 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Goon 3 quick draw":
1 2 3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Goon 4 quick draw":
3 4 5 11 = 3 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 10 for "Shooting at Russik":
1 1 1 2 2 5 8 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 10 for "Shooting at Russik":
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 10 for "Shooting at Hek":
1 1 1 2 3 4 9 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 10 for "Shooting at a drone":
1 1 1 3 4 4 7 8 = 0 Successes

If Azul and her silenced Predator are smooth as a lover's caress, Hek's Ingram is a pimp's backhanded smack. The squat submachine gun coughs out a cloud of lead when Hek squeezes the trigger. The tongue of flame that leaps from the barrel exposes his position as the bullets fly across the darkened construction sight and smack into the goon with the shotgun. The ganger's jacket does its job though, and although the impact is enough to knock him down and break a few ribs, the Kelvar and plates hold up against the punishment.

Tracking onto another target, Hek squeezes the trigger again. The recoil kicks the weapon up, the tongue of flame becoming more like a geyser as the gasvent completely fails to compensate for the sustained fire. The rounds fly well over the head of the extortionists and thankfully flatten against the plasticrete barriers that cordone off the construction sight from the surrounding community.

«Plot» Eris says, "Okay, dodge and/or soak from Russik and Hek."
«Plot» Hek has 5 points of armor. What is the soak TN?
«Plot» Eris says, "4"
«Auto-Judge[]» Hek (#10968) rolls Body vs TN 4:
4 5 11 11 14 27 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Russik (#6502) rolls Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "Dodging.":
2 5 10 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Eris says, "You're both fine. :P"

The downed shotgunner manages to get to his feet, and starts to back off, shouting for Frankie to do the same. When he sees that his chummer has a gaping wound where his heart used to be, he is, instead, violently sick onto the ground beside the corpse.

The others manage to hold up a little better under fire. Pistols are drawn from concealed holsters, firing towards targets that each has identified as the most threatening for reasons known only to themselves. This has little impact, however, as the runners are either too ready, or too tough, to be overly concerned about their inexpert gunfire.

«Plot» Dominae says, "Stunball S-Damage F5, aimed towards the back of the four so it doesn't catch Hek or Russik."
«Plot» Eris says, "BG Count is 1, base TN is 4"

«Auto-Judge[]» Dominae (#6783) rolls 9 vs TN 5 for "Sorcery + Spell Pool 3/5 Stunball 5S":
1 1 3 3 4 4 4 5 7 = 2 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Dominae (#6783) rolls 8 vs TN 2 for "Willpower + Spell Pool 2/5 Drain Test 2D":
2 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 = 8 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Resisting D G1":
1 5 5 7 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Resisting D G2":
1 3 5 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Resisting D G3":
1 2 5 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Resisting D G4":
3 3 3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Resisting D G5":
4 5 7 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Resisting D G4 KP:1":
1 2 4 4 = 0 Successes

«Plot» Eris says, "They all take S damage, except for one at the back who falls over. The shotgun guy is now on M phys S stun"
Unfortunately, no one can see the shaman at work as he is hidden in the depths of the van and the only one there was busy having his mind jacked into one of the remote drones sizing up a few targets to gun down.

Suddendly, behind the gaggle of gangers is a glowing ball that billows upward from the ground like a bubble forming until it gains so much mass that it bursts, sending shards of energy all over and showering the five of them with mana from the stunball spell that had erupted. Almost of them look to be in a heavy daze now with the one towards the far back just face planting into the ground, the weapon in his hands bouncing off the concrete and sliding harmlessly away.

Renegade pages: What's my TN to hit them?
You paged Renegade with '6 base. 4 range +2 movement mods. I believe sensors cancels light.'.
Renegade pages: Ouch. Ok.
Renegade pages: -2 for Smartlink so TN 4. First burst at G1, full compensated for.

«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls Gunnery + Combat Pool: 1 vs TN 4 for "Burst 1 vs G1 - 10S":
1 1 2 4 4 4 5 5 = 5 Successes
ing, Denver"
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 5 for "Soaking D+1":
1 3 4 7 7 8 = 3 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls Gunnery + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 8 for "Burst 2 vs G2 - 10S":
1 1 1 1 1 2 2 4 5 8 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls Gunnery + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 10 for "Burst 3 vs G3 - 10S":
1 1 1 2 3 3 4 5 5 9 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Renegade (#6251) rolls Gunnery + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 10 for "Burst 3 vs G3 - 10S KP 0/1":
1 1 2 5 5 5 5 5 9 10 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 5 for "Soaking D":
3 3 4 5 5 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 5:
2 2 3 15 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 5 for "Soaking S":
1 2 2 3 4 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 5:
1 4 7 10 = 2 Successes

«Plot» Eris says, "There were five gangers after the leader got gacked. One has gone down from a stunball. One is dead. The guy with the shotgun is doubled over. Two others have fallen over. Nobody is still standing."
«Plot» Eris says, "Most are still alive."

Like an unholy firestorm, the walkerdrone directly controlled by Renegade unleashes a volley of fully automatic weapons fire from the Ingram Valiant that makes up one of its hands. Spraying back and forth to the left and the right, gangers begin falling for any number of reasons, least of which being full metal jacketed rounds swatting their hoops. When the smoke clears, one single ganger is left standing, probably confused as to why. Renegade's voice crackles over the comms:

«Auto-Judge[]» Azul (#7848) rolls Pistols vs TN 4 for "no cp, first shot, first target - shotgunner.":
2 4 4 5 8 = 4 Successes

«OOC» Azul says, "base 9M, apds"

«Auto-Judge[]» Eris (#9237) rolls 4 vs TN 6 for "Soaking D":
1 4 5 9 = 1 Success
«Plot» Eris says, "He dead"

It's like fish in a barrel. Blue's luck holds and the third shot of the night goes right where she wants it - into the side side of the doubled over shotgunner where the APDS round chews through organs and tears a great, gaping hole on the exit that let's all the grisly bits hang out. Stepping out of her cover, gun trained on what's left of the group, the cold hearted bitch manages a faint smile. "Go home. Don't come back."

«Plot» Eris says, "I'm not going to have Hek act as I would in this situation because, well, it'd risk some bad PC on PC feeling. Therefore, it is Russik's turn."

Russik observes the situation develop, afraid to act out again before even understanding what is going on. Cram feels like 10 cups of coffee right now. The ork settles it then, he sheathes his sword and grabs the gang leader by the man's arm, lifting him up to a sitting position and seeing if the dude is alive with an eyeball flitch. The ork is satisfied with his crude analysis so he continuous to pull the body over his shoulder, in a fireman's type of carry. Once the body is secured, Ruslan pressed down on his throat mike.

The remnants of the gang scatter, half-dead, half-unconscious, or in some cases, both. These are inexperienced criminal scum. Thieves, bullies, low-lives. Not hardened killers. Not maniacs from the Warrens hardened by a life of war and strife. Just, kids, really. Out to prove that they got what it takes to shake down some guy.

With their leader dead and all of them bearing nasty wounds either literally or figuratively, it seems quite conclusive that… they don't. Ambushed by an overwhelming force, they flee, not even bothering to try and recover their dead or wounded. Just fleeing like the cowards they are.

Russik will deliver the body to the Rigger, since he really has no way to transport it. He will or can serve as escort on bike, or if the rigger can do the rest, then so be it.

Azul watches Russik gather the dead leader and then heads for the van, brow furrowed as she moves to rejoin the rigger and the shaman.

Renegade's voice pipes through the speaker of the drone as Russik picks up the body of the dead gang leader, "Damn it all, I bet he wants to put dat in my van…" Slowly, the walkers begin the trek to meet the van as the van starts up suddenly and moves from its parking space to the construction site. The walkers load up quickly, and the rotordrone makes quite a smooth landing. Jacking out of the remote control deck, Renegade cracks his neck, takes the steering wheel, and just drives…

It is always a nice feeling when ya don't even need to get out of the van to get the dirty part of the job done. Dominae settled back into his seat, not distracted from the spell he flung earlier but now feeling the aches of hunger and thirst upon him from how long the stake-out took. It was time to ditch the body and bring it on home.

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