Swamped OMC's
GM: Weeko
Players: Weeko, Fixit.
Synopsis: The recovery of some lost goods by some smugglers failed due to some Critter haunting the area. Weeko was hired to take care of the beast and takes Fixit with her as the fixer has an interest in some part of the spoils. They get rid off the critter that, as Weeko has expected turns out to be a Piasma and deal with the scout from another smuggler group as well.
Date: 7th August 2069

Fixit gets a call. "Heya Fixit, 's Weeko! Still interested in those chips and more importantly, ya still wanna go with me on dat?", the orks voice calls from the other end of the line.

Fixit sits up, having been chilling out at home and listening to music when the phone rang. "Hello?…. Oh, heya, Weeko. Yeah, I'm still wanting those chips. You got a lead on where and how, already? Wiz! Where can we meet up?", she replies.

"Hey, Ember… I'm heading out", Fixit calls into the other room as she gets to her feet. "Don't worry about coming along. It's not biz like what you gotta come along for!", she adds. "Yer off the hook!" With that, she slips her jacket on and heads out, without her bodyguard.

Weeko speaks over the line, "Well, if we're quick we might git it easy…if not, it might git nasty."

Fixit plugs herself into her pocsec as she heads out the door, using her transducer for the phone call, now, so that no one'll overhear as she leaves her apartment. "No problem there… not like I mind getting my hands dirty", she sends.

Weeko chuckles, then replies, "Okay…we meet meet at the Cybered Arms I'll wait outside."

"On my way", replies Fixit, before mentally tripping the 'hang up' switch on the pocsec. She does leave it plugged in, though, switching over to her music files to listen to tunes as she gets to the Cybered Arms for the meet.

Weeko sits on her bike in front of the Cybered Arms as Fixit arrives. Waiting patiently.
The ork is wearing Wilderness camo for once, her helmet under her arm and a large pair of saddlebags is fixed on the bikes rear.

It's not too much longer before Fixit arrives, walking over to where the ork's waiting on her bike. "Heyla, Weeko", she says, when she's close enough to not have to yell to be heard. Still plugged into her pocsec, she turns off the tunes with a mental switch-flip, her datacable running down into a breast pocket of her jacket.

Weeko nods, "Hoi, Fixit, up fer some bike ride? I suggest goin' fer a last pee we'll be goin fer a long ride." She has a splitter and a pair of datacables connected to her own datajack. She has a short look up and down the young fixer. "I hope ya dun mind dat stuff gittin' dirty."

"It's just my regular stuff", Fixit replies about her clothing. "I can wash it… and lemme slip inna the potty here before we head out", she adds, headed into the Cybered Arms to make use of the loo. It's not long before she's back out. "Lemme know if I'm gonna need to put a rag over my hair and put on my big shades, too", she adds.

Weeko nods, "Ya gotta radio? Crypted would be good but just havin' one would be sufficient on this un'…"

Fixit taps the side of her head. "I got one up in here… ain't crypted, tho. I never really had a need to crypt it before. Maybe it's summin I kin get put in, laters", she adds, as she slips onto the back of the bike behind Weeko.

Weeko nods, "I'm on frequency xxx.xx Mhz. I'll leave out the crypt and radio on lowest range setting so we can talk during the ride. That way we dun loose time with planning. And it takes a while ter git ter mission area."
"Meanin' I'll fill ya in enroute…", she adds, not shure if the meaning came over properly.

"Wiz", Fixit says, mentally flipping the switches needed to set the frequency on her cyberradio. "I read ya", she says… then transmits <Check.> over the frequency given.

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Check"

Fixit Fixit doens't even speak as she transmits, her transducer helping with that, of course.
Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "Read ya five by five."

Weeko did neither speak that. She giggles, "Seems we're both well equipped. Okay…off we go…", then she starts the engine and drives off.

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "I can make maps, too, as I go. You got an image link?"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko replies, "Yep, image link, orientation system, GPS, 'na few more nice gadgets.", as she drives. "Transducer for real silent communication while onna stealth mission, potentially even via glassfiber wire directly."

Fixit mentally activates her ultrasonic vision and her orientation system… and starts transmitting a real-time map of the area, with her position marked on it as a little blue dot.

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "See? Real-time mapping. I can store maps in my head, too, but not, like, lots and lots of 'em. Usually carry around the public access streetmaps in my head, too."
Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "Neat, huh?"

Fixit overlays the most recent update of the city street-map over the top of her current map, still using the live-feed transmission.

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "Neat, huh?"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Okay, back ter mission, now we're done with boastin' 'bout stuff. A novatech truck got swamped, litterally. Come of the road ina swamp and sank. It was full ter da brim with 'tronics so some smugglers took the effort ter git it out. Nova seemingly just wrote it off. Prolly not worth their efforts. Thing is, once the smugglers had it out and secured, they were atacked. By some critter. The reports are too scrambled to make sense, but i guess it might have been a Piasma or so…""

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "… what's a Piasma? And d'ya know who the smugglers are?"

Fixit turns off her live map transmission, for now, as she asks her questions.

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko replies, "Nope. I'm only acting fer a fix I work with. I was told the reward was what we needed, both of us." She smiles. "I need some gear ter complement my orientation system. I am jacked into 1000 MP on my pocsec. I use it as external memory, just so ya know. And have some maps of the target area on it. I'll download them to you if ya want."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "that'll work. I wouldn't hafta build my map as i go, just correct with current data as I come across stuff while we're there. … and what's a Piasma, anyway?"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Nasty kinda meta-bear."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "oh. ick."

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Well, my plan is ter take the thing out and have a look around the area ter secure the place, the smugglers will take over then."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "Sounds like a plan. Hope my gun's big enough to take down a bear."

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Whatcha got?"

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "predator."

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Same as I got so in need we kin exchange ammo."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "that's good"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "I told ya the gig might turn bad if we take ter long. Wanna know why?"

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "Yeah. I was wondering. There's other people trying to get the goods?"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko nods, "Yep. Seems some other smugglers got wind of the action and are gearing up to snatch the spoils. We /might/ get some coutner action…depending on what the other side managed. ter do."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "Man. that blows… hope the counter action's no one I know."

Weeko nods, and drives on the road leading through lots of rural countryside soonish.
Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "I'd say ya keep ya eyes out fer oposition, while I try ter deal wit dat bear. Unless 't is so cooperative as to come ter us."

Fixit hangs on through the ride, frowning a little (though just at first) at the thought of having to fight for the goods.

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "Maybe we should find a place to hide where we can see and get there quick… let these other bozos take out the bear for us, then swoop in and yank the run out from under 'em?"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "That poses the risk to be outgunned badly…though admittedly it's an idea. I guess we'll first check out if a propper hideout is available at all."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "Yeah. It'll depend on the area, I guess, how we do stuff, huh?"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko nods, "Okay…any other ideas or questions, we could discuss or do you feel sufficiently informed?"

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "seems pretty simple… run in, kill the critter, keep the other guys from taking the goods… not enough real info to make a real 'ahead of time' plan, is there? we can take a look, see if there's a good place to lay low and try and get the other guys to do the dirty work with the bear for us and then get the drop on 'em, but that's all I really see as an option."

Weeko nods, then starts a transfer of her maps to Fixit using the open radio channel. The ride to the target will take 2 hours, Weeko adding a GPS feed for Fixit to get acurate positioning for her map, if she wants to follow progress.

Fixit stays put on the bike, of course through the ride. She does, however, to make the time pass more quickly once the planning's pretty well done, start listening to music stored in her pocsec's memory… which she'll offer to pipe over the radio link if it turns out Weeko hasn't got her own tunes.

Weeko declines she is busy sorting other stuff in her mind when she drives. Liking it if her body is busy with an easy task to have her thoughts wander. Then they arrive. Weeko stops the bike at he side of the road where a sign says 'Ettenmoore Marshes. Nature Reserve.' An relatively open area lying ahead the grass mostly of the reed variety from now on, growing to more than human height a slightly sour scent in the air, typical for marshland. The lush and deceivingly calm early afternoon hides the fact that somewhere out there lurks a critter that might well be pretty dangerous.

Fixit brings up the map, marking her (and Weeko's) positions on it, though the two show up as one 'dot', right now. "Got the map going", she says. "Where's the truck at?"

Weeko adds a dot on the map, transferring the data to Fixit via radio. "I like dis kinda workin' Maybe I really should consider a battletac unit."

Fixit updates her map, and looks over to where the truck is at, trying to get a ranging off of it as she slips off the back of the bike and scans the area, watching /and/ listening to see if she can spot anything… like a big, mean bear or someone hiding.

Weeko moves her bike away hiding it in the high grass.

«OOC» Weeko says, "Perception?"

«OOC» Fixit will make separate vision and listening tests… i get +3 dice for listening Perception tests. i also get -2 TN to listening tests (-4 TN listening for movement, with spatial and orientation with map, for total -6 if that applies)
«OOC» Fixit rolls 'em open for ya.

«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Intelligence for "visual perception":
1 2 3 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Intelligence + 3 for "listening perception":
1 2 4 5 5 5 5 7 10

There is quite a surprising ammount of noises to the cybernetically enhanced ears of the young fixer, the swamp being a wilderness reserve for a reason, as it is one of those areas that are still teeming with unspoilt live.Most noises are of course just small animals as birds, small rodents and the occasional small to medium sized animals usually found a in such an evironment. Curently no larger animal is closer than 50 m to Weeko and Fixit. A closeby simple wooden platform with an equally wooden railing is obviously used for birdwatching, if the mounted plates with bird images and descriptions are any indication. But right now it's empty of any watchers.

"I ain't seeing or hearing anything weird right now", Fixit silently transmits. Seeing no other people around, she pulls her handgun from its holster inside her jacket. "I ain't seeing no obvious places to hide out to try and get that other crew to do the hard stuff for us, either… what in heck was that truck doing here in the first place, though?", she adds, starting to head towards the truck's location.

Weeko grins, then transmits, "The road gets right through the marshes. On the other side is an highway. This route is sometimes used ter save time fer a long detour. J told me that."

Fixit moves slowly and carefully towards the truck, clearly trying to move quietly as she keeps her eyes and ears 'open'.

Weeko follows Fixit, covering the human, sneaking after her.

«OOC» Fixit is, yes, trying to use stealth some as she moves toward the truck.
«OOC» Weeko says, "Then roll stealth. Open test."
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Stealth:
4 4 9 9

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Stealth for "+4 for sound (traceless walk) +1 for sight (Camosuit in motion)":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Stealth for "+4 for sound (traceless walk) +1 for sight (Camosuit in motion) (KP:1)":
1 1 2 3 3 3 3 5 7
«OOC» Weeko says, "Good enough for now."

«OOC» Weeko says, "Well, make perception rolls?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Intelligence for "visual perception":
1 3 5 5 8 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Intelligence + 3 (select sound filters) for "hearing perception (-2 TN for hearing aug)":
1 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 8

«OOC» Weeko says, "no unusual sounds so far, a little creaking can be heard, but that's about it."

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Intelligence for "Whats up?":
1 2 2 3 4

«OOC» Weeko says, "No unusual sights either. A metal tripos that was obviously used as a crane to lift out the van comes into sight."

As the two walk on slowly a large metalic tripod gets into sight. The enhanced senses of Fixit and Weeko a pick ups a soft creaking noise comming from there.

Fixit stops, holding up her free hand. Her map updates as she spots the tripod, marking and labelling its position with 'tripod' as well as its exact distance from her current location. A text box opens that reads, 'hear/see nothing but a creaking sound'. After that short pause, she stealthily starts forward again.

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Prolly just the rigging they used"

Weeko walks closer to the location, carefully.

«OOC» Fixit leaves a dot on the map where she used to be, too, so that the distance to the tripod from that spot can remain 'true', also. ;)

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 4 (Piasmas int) vs TN 8 (to no one) for "Weeko at sight":
1 1 2 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 4 (Piasmas qui) (to no one) for "Piasmas stealth":
1 2 4 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Intelligence for "Hmmm? What's there around us?":
1 3 5 7 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Intelligence for "visual perception":
1 2 4 7 9 16
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Intelligence + 3 (select sound filters) for "hearing perception (-2 TN for hearing aug)":
1 2 3 3 4 4 5 11 13

«OOC» Weeko says, "There is a loud like noise close to the tripod."
«OOC» Weeko says, "Muffled as if something large moves with some real skill in hiding."

Approaching closer Fixit picks up the sounds of something big moving close to the tripod. Muffled at if moving with great skill at hiding.

Fixit stops and drops to a crouch, her map updating to expanding circles coming from the area of the tripod. When the expanding circles fade away, there's a circle with a ? in the middle of it left at the centerpoint, labelled as 'unknown contact'.

Weeko frowns as that blip appears, she takes a poncho out of her backpack and starts to pull it over. Activating a switch she gets 'invisible'

«OOC» Fixit says, "i still see her on ultrasound, right?"

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Stealth for "+4 for sound (traceless walk) +1 for sight (Camosuit in motion) +6 (thermo, radar and ultrasound) +12 (all other visions)":
2 3 3 3 3 4 4 8 9

«OOC» Weeko says, "If you get 15 or higher."
«OOC» Weeko says, "But Weeko will transfer her position to you."
«OOC» Fixit says, "good enough."
«OOC» Fixit won't worry about rolling, and go off sensor telemetry. heehee.

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "I'll check it out."

Fixit stays put, bringing her pistol up into a two-handed grip.

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "roger. whatever it is, it sounds /big/."

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Roger on that. I'll be carefull."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "i shoulda ordered myself some splodey-ammo… i knew it…"

The blip marking Weekos position slowly approaches where Fixit heard the loud noise She moves real slow to allow the Ruthenium-Poncho to do it's job of camouflaging her. Slowly she approaches the areas then her blip suddenly stops.

«OOC» Fixit will try and keep tracking it by the sounds it makes? including breathing or whatnot?
«OOC» Weeko says, "You hear some strange noise like somthing breaking. And other sounds you cannot really place."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "Weeko? You okay over there?"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Damn…yes, definitely our target. Not a pretty sight here. It seems the other side had some gangers try ter git rid of that bear. It seems it got rid of them and is now feeding on them. I'll try ter git closer as long as long as it is ditracted. Maybe i kin git a surprise strike in…."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "you had me worried when you stopped moving alla sudden… uhm… can you just blast it and kill it?"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Well, stopping is not unusual if ya sneak. Makes ya less easily seen. Dun worry at dat. Worry if I start ter run."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "maybe you can get to where we'd have a crossfire on it?"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Dat beast looks darn tough…I think we have better chances ter take it out if I hit with my killin' hands. Think ya kin come over here and be damn carefull? Take overwatch while I sneak closer."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "I can try, but I don't have a ruthenium cloak like you do."

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Yer doin' pretty fine. Go on like dis."

Fixit starts forward, staying low and slow… and as quiet as she can be…

«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Stealth:
2 2 3 4
«OOC» Fixit will KP that..
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Stealth for "reroll: 1 of 4 KP used":
4 5 11 11

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 4 (Piasmas int) vs TN 15 (to no one) for "Weeko at sight":
3 4 5 5 = 0 Successes

Weeko in the meantime starts out towards the metabear. As Fixit gets ight of the area she will be tempted to puke. It's a grisly sight with all those torn apart bodies. And now the girl will know what the sounds she heard are. The bear rippin ghte bodies open suckling on the bones and feeding on the flesh. It's obviously not too hungry but seems to pick out 'tasty' parts. Correspondingly mangled do the bodies look like.

Fixit's map, after a few seconds' delay, updates with locations of 'objects' in the area she can now see. Slowly, she brings her handgun up to aim at the bear, ready to fire when needed.

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "… in position…"

A clip is lying where Weeko left a note on the map. A sticker on it saying 'Ex Ex bullets'

Weeko meanwhile is getting much closer to the large beast. Her movements slow and measured as years of experience taught her. The beast obviously totally unaware of her presence and soon Weeko is right beside it.

Fixit crouches, reaching down one hand, slowly, for the magazine that's left on the ground for her. Picking it up, she simply holds it, for now.

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "I can't see if you're in my line of fire or not…"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "I'll start an attack on it in about 10 seconds. And I'm not, I'm behind it. Ready if you are."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "… ready!"

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Reaction vs TN 2:
1 2 2 3 4 5 7 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Reaction vs TN 2:
1 2 3 3 3 5 7 10 15 = 8 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 4 (Piasma's rea) vs TN 4 for "Surprise":
1 3 5 17 = 2 Successes

«OOC» Weeko says, "We both have surprise."
«OOC» Weeko says, "Piasma cannot use CP to counter."
«OOC» Weeko says, "or dodge"

«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Initiative with a result of 19.
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Initiative with a result of 13.
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 2 (piasma#s init) for "+4":
2 6 -> 12

«OOC» Weeko says, "it's last."

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Magic vs TN 3 for "Strength boost 6 -> 10":
1 1 2 2 3 5 5 5 = 4 Successes
«OOC» Weeko says, "4 combat rounds of strength 10."

«OOC» Fixit waits her turn. :)

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Kung Fu + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4 for "Trying to deflate a metabear Killing hands S":
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 4 5 9 11 15 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Kung Fu + Combat Pool: 6 - 5 vs TN 4 for "Trying to deflate a metabear Killing hands S (KP:2)":
2 2 3 4 4 4 13 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Kung Fu + Combat Pool: 6 - 9 vs TN 4 for "Trying to deflate a metabear Killing hands S (KP:4)":
1 2 4 = 1 Success

«OOC» Fixit says, "… why was i here with my gun, again? :)"
«OOC» Weeko says, "10 successes base damage is 10S 5 stagings lead to ->10D->11D->12D->13D->14D"

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 11 (Piasma's bod) vs TN 12 for "Pisama resisting 14D it has 2 natural armor":
1 2 2 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 11 (Piasma's bod) vs TN 12 for "Pisama resisting 14D it has 2 natural armor (Allowing obligatory 1KP)":
1 1 2 2 2 4 5 5 8 9 10 = 0 Successes

«OOC» Fixit says, "… dead bear."
«OOC» Weeko says, "Right, Dead meta bear."

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Willpower vs TN 5 for "Resisting drain 5M drain":
1 2 3 4 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Willpower - 1 vs TN 5 for "Resisting drain 5M drain (KP:5)":
2 3 4 5 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Willpower - 3 vs TN 5 for "Resisting drain 5M drain (KP:7)":
3 4 9 = 1 Success
«OOC» Weeko says, "Soaked."

Weeko focusses her magic for a second boosting her bodies strength and then activating her killing hands she lashes out with all the skill she learned from Master Wu. Her hand lashing out hitting the bears head with a sickening loud crack as she smakes the bone and kills the bear instantly, the beast falling to the floor looking strangely unhurt.

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "Nice shot! … y'think these… uhm.. gangers were the other team?"

Weeko shrugs, "Could be…maybe just unlucky guys getting here atta wrong time…"

Looking around the practical thinking Fixit can only see clubs and knifes and a broken shotgun loying around, remnants of the gangers the Piasma mangled.

Fixit stays back away from the carnage, looking up at the truck. "Wonder if it's drivable?", she ponders aloud, as she switches out the magazines for her wapon, so that she's go tthe good ammo in.

Weeko shrugs, "I doubt it…'t was submerged 'n ter my info they haven't bin able ter do repairs."

Fixit nods. "So… we gotta call 'em in and wiat for 'em to show up and tow it out or something?", she asks, though it's not really a question. "One of us should use your cloak to hide while we wait", she then suggests.

Weeko ponders shortly then moves over to you. "If I stay still my suit will disguise me sufficiently take the poncho, but only activate if really needed. Da powerpacks cost a few creds."

Fixit nods. "I'll hang out over there", she says, taking the poncho and gesturing to a nearby stand of that oh-so-tall grass. She moves over, pulling the poncho on before doing her best to slip in and hide, without the ruthenium for cover, among the reeds… the ruth will just make her harder to spot, hopefully.

«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Stealth:
1 4 5 5

«OOC» Fixit will stand on that.
«OOC» Weeko says, "Weeko adjusted the suit to Wilderness Kamo. So if you're lying quiet +4 = 9"
«OOC» Fixit will turn the ruth on when/if needed.

«OOC» Weeko says, "Perception"
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Intelligence for "visual perception":
1 2 2 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Intelligence + 3 for "hearing perception":
1 2 3 3 3 4 5 7 9
«OOC» Fixit says, "-2 TN for hearing aug."
«OOC» Weeko says, "Some unusual noise in the reed down the street."

Fixit waits a while… then perks up and marks her map down the street a ways: 'sound in brush', with the area in question 'highlighted'. As she does that to the map, she reaches down to flip the switch on the poncho, to turn on the ruthenium.

«OOC» Weeko says, "Roll stealth"
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Stealth:
1 1 5 5
«OOC» Fixit will stand.
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 6 (approaching runner scout) vs TN 11 (to no one) for "Fixit seen?":
3 3 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 6 (runner scout stealth) vs TN 11 (to no one) for "Sneaky? +1 camo":
1 3 4 7 11 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Intelligence for "Hmm?":
1 2 3 4 9

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Stealth for "Staying still hiding. +4 Camo suit (unmoving)":
1 2 3 4 5 5 5 5 11

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Yeah…I hear it too sounds like someone sneaking."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "other team y'think?"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Quite probable, likely a scout kinda like I was. Tad ter noisy, she says with a grin, shurely no adept of my format."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "so… we let the scout report nothing here… so all of 'em show up, or take the scout out and see what happens?"

Ruthenium turned on, Fixit stays put where she is, waiting, watching, listening.

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Hmmm…not shure. If the scout doesn't come back they might wait long enough for us to get the trusk away. I contacted the smugglers they'll be here in about 5 Minutes."

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "well… let's see if we can pop the scouts without totally giving ourselves away… let's wait and see what we're up against first, tho?"

Commlink-Tusks> Weeko says, "Yer closer. Guess he'll pass ya by, think ya kin handle it?"

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "we'll see…"

«OOC» Fixit will try and track his location by hearing, to help me pinpoint where he is… and to see if there's actually more than one.
«OOC» Weeko says, "Perception"
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Intelligence + 3 for "hearing perception":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 3
«OOC» Fixit will /so/ KP that…
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Intelligence + 3 for "hearing perception KP reroll 2 of 4 used":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 4 8

«OOC» Fixit says, "and that with -6 TN for tracking by hearing, if full mods apply."
«OOC» Weeko says, "Well you can track him down as he (without noticing you) passes you buy. It's a skinny dwarf just failed to avoid your acute senses."

«OOC» Fixit says, "no others noticed?"
«OOC» Weeko says, "No"

«OOC» Fixit will try and stand up behind him and take him down.
«OOC» Weeko says, "Roll rea"
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Reaction:
1 1 1 2 3 3 5 5 5
«OOC» Fixit says, "stand"
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 8 (dwarfs reaction) vs TN 4 for "Surprise":
1 1 2 3 4 5 5 5 = 4 Successes
«OOC» Weeko says, "You have surprise."
«OOC» Fixit says, "i get one full init order worth of actions, or just one action?"
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
«OOC» Weeko says, "One free action, then inits."

«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Razors) + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "not a called shot (not like Fixit's experienced at this kinda throat-cutting maneuver)":
1 2 3 3 3 4 4 8 = 3 Succecces

«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat (Hand Razors) + Combat Pool: 4 - 3 (previous succs) vs TN 4 for "KP reroll (1 KP remains)":
1 4 5 11 16 = 4 Successes

«OOC» Fixit says, "7 succs… starting damages is 9L."
«OOC» Fixit says, "so… 9D?"

Fixit stands, quietly, as the dwarf starts past her. Lifting her pistol to grip it in her mouth, she extends both hands as glints of metal are seen at her fingertips as her hand razors extend from underneath her fingernails. Reaching forward she darts her hands over, past, and around the dwarf's shoulders, aiming to slash open his neck. Her inexperience shows: she /closes her eyes/ as she makes the finishing move to try and take the dwarf down…

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 8 (dwarfs bod) vs TN 6 for "Resisting 9D -3 Armorjacket":
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls 8 (dwarfs bod) vs TN 6 for "Resisting 9D -3 Armorjacket (KP:1)":
1 1 2 2 2 2 3 4 = 0 Successes

«OOC» Weeko says, "Hmm…looks like Fixit has her first kill."

Fixit's razors cut open the dwarf's throat cleanly and he gurgles a little as she then slides her arms under his and drags him into the bushes with her to bleed out where the mess'll be a little more hidden.

Commlink-Fixit> Fixit says, "Got 'im…"

«Auto-Judge[]» Weeko (#1957) rolls Intelligence for "Listening around +2 augmented hearing":
5 8 9 10 11

«Auto-Judge[]» Fixit (#3237) rolls Intelligence + 3 (select sound filter) for "hearing perception":
4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 5

The distant rumble of an Diesel engine can be heard.

A few minutes later that distant rumble turns louder and proves to be a truck. Weeko moves out of hiding as she sees the vehicle, waving the waited for smugglers over. Soon a busy crew is reloading the freight from that van into the truck. The runners are offered a generous reward for their services, basically a first choice on the stuff aquired.

On the drive home, after the truck's loaded, Fixit makes a call to Crystal, her ripperdoc contact. "Hey, Crystal", she 'says', using her transducer to not have to speak as she uses the pocsec as a phone, jacked into it, "I've got a package going to you. Skinny dwarf, male. Thought you might could use another body and whatever's in it…. no, no… just call it a gift, you don't owe me nothin' for it. … no problemo! Adios!"

Weeko escorts the smugglers truck back to Denver and long and uneventfull journey, but then, enough has happened on this mission. Weeko is satified.

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