The Eight Traitors (Part 1)
GM: Mirage
Players: Adam, Repo, Rip, Aviv, Croc
Synopsis: Croc is requested by his employer to get ahold of a few shadowrunners to go find, kill, and return 8 traitors. These men have ware in them, bought on the employer's dime, that needs to be rightfully returned. The shadowrunners soon find that these traitors are not simple gangers, but very tough opponents and half of the team takes near fatal injuries during the siege of their bunker. Two of the eight traitors are laid to waste— and the rest escape with a very real message that they are being hunted.

Date: 04/10/2070

Show Intro

Wetwork isn't out of line of what Adam would do— it just costs more and shouldnt involving killing his best friend's sister or anything. The Warrens is a daily wetwork grind anyway, so the silver-blue haired mage rolls out on foot under the guise of invisibility towards the Park. With any luck Dalton isn't sniping today or if he is, wont mistake him for one of the scum of humanity and put a bullet in his dome. It really hurts when that happens.

Croc is leaning up against the gazebo in the princess di park, waiting for others to arrive. He's smoking a far cigar, and watching some gangbangers try to sell drugs to people with no money. Quality entertainment.

Rip isn't too fond of moving at night in that part of the city, but work is work. Gathering up his few supplies he hoofs it close as he can, catching ride when bribes will do it. Soon enough he's at the park and looking around one among many huddling in the darkness of the park.

Aviv arrives at Princess Di Park via foot. His hands are in his pockets and his collar is standing straight up, causing him to look as shady as possible, or atleast if he weren't in The Warrens he would look that way. He pulls out his pocsec and checks the time before placing it back into his pocket and glancing around. He spots the giant troll and adjusts course towards him. "Shalom," He says as he steps within range.

A bullet filled, dented and scraped up cab pulls up to the nearest road. The back door opens as a man clad in black Vinyl from head to toe and waering a respirator squeaks as he gets out. Repo looks around through his goggles. Noticing Crock, he moves briskly to the gazebo.

Adam fades into sight seemingly from nowhere— or that he was always there all along— in the gazebo. It is the sort of magic that generally messes with your head, those Illusion types. Not to startle anyone with wired reflexes, he greets with a simple, "Evening."

Croc stares at Aviv for a moment, then almost jumps as Adam appears over his shoulder. Almost. And the hand blades only made it -half- out. He grunts. "I'd say welcome, but that would be insulting. Dis place sucks, si?" He shakes his head.

"Anyway. Here's da scan. Some of my friends, got some friends. Dey gave those friends some shiney ware, hoping they'd stick together, be bruddahs, you know? But dis -second- group of friends, they dissappeared. Something like 8 of them. So, my first friends- to drop confusion, we'll just call them 'DE FUCKING DEMONS' for now- they wants their ware back. They're offering a hundred thousand for it."

Repo nods his head in approval.

Adam crosses his arms over his chest— what remains of his cyberhand taps his opposing elbow as he looks over and up towards Croc. "A hundred kay amongst all of us, or as individual contacts?"

Rip raises an eyebrow at that. "Well, I guess I could be of some use here." He says as he looks at the others gathered. "I'm in, I guess."

Repo says "Just to make sure I understand the job, group A wants their stuff back from group B? Is there a list of parts they want slash need, or just take it all and they will sort it out later?"

Adam looks over towards Repo and nods once— the 'list of ware' being another question he was curious about.

Aviv looks over the others as they gather, then back to Croc. He reaches up to scratch the thin stuble on his face, remaining quiet as the others ask questions.

Croc shakes his head, and pulls a chip out of his head and tosses it to Repo. "The ware they want is on the chip. anything else is yours. the hundred k's split among you four, and I'll come along to supervise. Make sure the ware doesn't grow legs again. No offense. But you're banditos." He laughs. "Tu comprendes, si?"

Repo puts the chip in the back of his head. Repo takes the chip out after a moment and passes it to Rip, then says "Sounds like my kind of work, Im in."

Rip pulls out a small pocsec and looks the list over. "Sure, long as we get to keep extra parts. Need to build up a stock."

Adam looks around at the people assembled, "5 of us. Thats a 20k each share. 2 and a half per person." He mulls that over as he motions for the chip to see what kind of inventory they are talking about. Risk assessment.

Aviv slots the chip into his pocsec and presses a few buttons, downloading the list before ejecting it back out. He passes it on as he looks the data over, "Sounds simple enough," he says, a slight middle eastern accent to his words.

Croc shakes his head. "Four of you," he says. "I'm on loan to ya. That's twenty-five."

Repo says "My next question is where are we going, and who is driving?"

Croc says "They dissappeared into da warrens. First? We gotta -find- em. Somewhere in dis damn mess."

Adam ahs a bit as he hands the ODC to the next owner— or back to Croc in the event we all have the information, "Keen. Your employer wants us to locate a few million nuyen worth of gear, kill the occupants, and bring the goods. I'm in— but we'll have to talk about that price tag on it. 25 is nice, but 35 sounds more accurate for this sort of job."

Rip lets the other man do the talking. He's still a bit weak in negotiating better bids.

Aviv gives a simple nod, "I agree, that's seems a small reward for how much the ware costs."

Croc stares at Aviv. "Good point. You can leave. Will mean more money for the rest of them." He looks at the assembled runners. "Goes for any of you. Not here t' negotiate. I ain't getting -shit- for this…"

Repo says "There are some issues with second hand ware. Tends to be ill fitting, and thus worth quite a bit less than market. I wont say 25k is right, but I'll say there are alot of factors most people dont think of in the value of second hand ware."

Repo says "But we arn't doing anything if none of us has any ideas on where to find these guys."

Show Negotiations

Croc grunts. "All right, fine. Whatevs. No reason the -white man- wouldn't want me to empty my own pockets." He mutters. "Fine, jefe. Conquistador. I'll throw you some fuggin' cash outta my own pocket. Just so my freinds ain't bugged more… but it'll only amount to about ten thousan' more. I ain't got -drek-."

Adam is a very impassive person when it comes to this— and the cool, collected, and short responses suit him well, "Deal." Just like that, negotiations are over. "So we need to find them, correct? Do we have last known locations or associates?"

Rip nods a little. "Well, now that its settled. Where was their last haunts at? Best place to start looking."

Aviv grins for a split second as Adam convinces Croc to increase the price, but quickly removes it, "Yes, any idea where to start our little search?"

Croc says "They went to ground in the 'Renz. Last known associates were -THE FUCKING DEMONS-. They'z the ones that are sending you on dis hunt. But there are eight, an' they might be sportin' Demons colours skills. Mighta hooked up with Shape13. Might be hanging out in the Smokey Hills. Maybe they was killed by a fucking Grue."

"Maybe," Adam says with a slight nod, "thats a lot of theory. Just the facts (sir!). Do the Demons know where they were prior to going AWOL? These people had to have lived somewhere— spoke to some people." Looking to the others in the group to thinktank attack this he notes, "That would be as a good a place to sniff for leads as any."

Croc says "Smokey Hills. Shape 13. We can try up dat way first, I think." He reaches into the shadows and pulls out something huge. "An' maybe I'll even get a chance to use dis."

Repo says "Who is driving, or are we legging to to the hills?"

Rip shrugs. "Got a van, gonna have to hoof it to it though. wasn't about to bring it down into here."

Adam motions his hand back towards the Rez (or where the Rez is in relation to here), "I walked. My rover is back at Haven." He hums as he nods to Croc, "So the plan is to storm S13 until someone 'might' know where they are?" He has the 'are we putting a circular peg in a square hole here?' look on his face— but is willing to go with it if it works.

Repo says "what about you?" motioning to Aviv

Croc blinks. "I dunno. Could just ask, I thought. Or I dunno. One of you banditos could make calls, or somefin. call the intelligence networks. Search around. Ain't in no hurry."

Aviv looks to Repo, "It's walk, take a cab, or catch a ride from one of you." He stretches out his arms slightly as he finishes.

Croc looks at his Harley. "I can take of one you gringos," he says. "But dat's it."

Repo says "I can most likly get 3 of us a ride, and maybe some info. One sec." and walks a bit off to make a call.

Adam motions a hand— he does that a lot— to Croc, "Fair enough. But the Demons don't have any last living residences or haunts on file for these perps? It would just make things easier if they did— they sounded very familiar with them prior to the falling out."

Croc stares at Adam.

Croc says "Dey lived with the Demons till dey runn'ed off. We don't ask questions. An' I don't get told answers."

"We're doing legwork," says the stoic silver-blue haired mage, "asking questions is— fairly important. And if they have answers— its is a mutually beneficial thing." Adam shakes his head, "Though if they want to keep it confidential, I'll respect that wish and the risk they are accepting. Not all people get found, especially on cold trails."

Rip nods a little. "Well, gang of hoodlums with new cyber make a break for it. I'd probably head to one of the contested areas of the warrens where they could make a cut for themselves."

Croc says "Misunderstand. Dey don't tell -me- answers. You want to ask 'em? go ahead, I'll put you on da phone." He looks at Rip, "Good thinking."

Repo walks back and says "I got a ride but there are a couple of conditions. 1) He will only tell a story for a story, and B) We can only tell him in the car… not on a phone."

Adam nods a touch to Croc and motions his hand for a phone. He has no problem asking questions.

Repo says "hes in good with most of the gangs, so if someone would know whats shakin, its DogGone."

Show Questions

Adam can't get ahold of them— or they don't want to deal with the whole questions thing. "Ok, well that didnt work out as planned. Lets try your thing," he motions to Repo. Logic is failing him.

Repo says "so which of you two are riding in the cab with me, and whos got a damn good story for the driver?"

Croc looks at Repo. "Cabs ain't my thing," he says, and walks over to his bike. "I'll meet you over at Smokey Hill. I'm sure you'll see me, si?"

«OOC» Rip says, "Actually, I'll call up my Ganger friend Shocky. Maybe he's heard of some new gang making a push somewhere."

Repo says "I'll call you if the info leads elsewhere, if I may have your number."

Croc gives out a commcode.

Aviv looks between Repo and Croc, "I'll ride but I don't have any stories to tell. I can tip him decent though."

Adam motions and says, "I'll ride and give him a decent story." Lord knows the Metaplanes are fuel for that.

Repo says "alright Rip, ride with Croc there, Ill take these two with me in the Cab."

Repo says "it will just take a little longer for him to show up"

A cab pulls up where Repo was dropped off. It has many bullet holes, scrapes and dings. Repo's cell phone rings. Repo answers, says "okay," hangs up, and then says "The ride is here guys. Adam sits up front please."

Repo walks to the cab, getting in behind the driver, Vinyl clothes giving a little squeak.

Aviv looks at the bullet ridden cab as it pulls up, he walks up and slides into the back, the door giving a slight creak as it opens and closes.

Adam looks at the cab and slides into the front seat. Ah yes, story time.

Croc gets up on his huge bike, and loops at Rip. "climb aboard, Skinny," he says. "It's gonna be a bumpy ride- and you're riding punta."

Rip shrugs as he jumps onto the bike. "Great, I get to ride bitch again. Just like prison."

The cabbie finishes the second half of his hotdog via cramming it into his mouth, then tosses the trash out his window. "Mah name is Dog Gone, and ere's mah deal. You wan ride? Dat cost ya a thou each. You wan story? You tell story. But it gotta be good, intrestin shit, an you gotta not mind it bein repeaten, catch da drift?"

"And not mind it being repeated," Adam repeats— which is kind of amusing in itself. Well he'll be changing some names around in this urban legend.

Repo pays his share upfront.

Aviv reaches up and pays his share. He leans back in his seat and pulls out his pocsec, pressing a few buttons then silencing it. He shifts around getting comfortable and awaits storytime.

Show ontact

Leaning back into the cab seat, Adam gets comfortable as he takes out his digital book from his belt. Opening it up— he flips through the fake pages, "Have you heard the story of the Swamp and the Satan's Eye?"

DogGone answers, "Nah, can'ent say I has."

"It is a tale of an actual event that occured not too long ago," Adam says as he looks out the window a moment, "in a slum not too far away. Behind everything you see, there is a fabric of energy that only a few can see into— but everyone feels. Sometimes this energy is the blood rage that hypes up a battle or a club— or that numb feeling when you walk through a path of desolation." He leans back, "There are creatures that manipulate this energy— and one such creature dwelled in a swampland. A land that was once a source of fresh water to all— not corrupt into toxic sludge we are all familiar with."

Repo listens to the story, himself interested.

"This particualr creature referred to himself as Belz— and was a creature of corruption and malice," Adam continues, "and he preyed on people's inability to see him for what he truly is. You see, when you deal with shady elements day in and day out— you tend not to let your guard down to 'sense' what is around you. Its a survival mechanism. And Belz exploited it. It allows him to infest into the souls of those around him and play them like puppets— like batteries." He flips a page, "People not only tolerated this. They worshipped him— begging for some of the power he might grant onto them. But for every shadow there is a light— that is the way of the 'world we can not see'."

Adam looks up to make sure he has the cabbie's attention before going back— his voice being somber and even— great for narratives, "And in all cases of darkness and light, the two would one day clash. The shadow seeks to devour all it sees— the light seeks to illuminate. The light, a creature named Rose, came proud— not emperiling those that it sought to defend. And because of this, Rose fell to the hand of Belz and the power accumulated by the cult following. Rose was imprisioned in an island— which would become it's tomb— and Belz. Belz danced on that tomb every night with it's followers."

"In time, Rose was forgotten to the world— a light never seen. And Belz? His influence grew beyond the marsh— bringing disease and pestilance where once waters of life and vitality flowed. But one day," Adam pauses, "one day— his own pride made him comfortable and ambitious. After wrapping it's tendrils around a nearby community, a team of men and women— awakened and mundane— tall and short— told Belz exactly what metahuman 'weakness' was, and was not. They were not to be thralls and they took this war to his very island."

Rip listens to a troll cuss people out as he rides along on the bike.

Croc runs over a dwarf. No one cares.

"Blood ran deep that day. Bullets crack off from every direction— muzzle flashes lighting up the night sky. Explosions ripping into the sludge and dirt. And Belz showed his face to put an end to them," Adam says, "it descended onto the battlefield as a human bathed in velvet shadows— only two bright red eyes burning from it's head. It struck down the leader, Typhoon, with a blow that would remove her of her ownly defense against him— a powerful artifact. They engaged in a battle of magic that made the finest fireworks you've ever seen look like…" and he conjures up a trid phantasm that makes all the windows in the cab look like an amazing fireworks scene— only to end abruptly, "… like nothing. And Typhoon was losing that battle, like Rose before her."

Aviv looks up from his pocsec quickly as the windows change. He watches for the short duration before it's over, and averts his attention back to his pocsec, still listening to the story though.

Repo keeps his head down as he listens.

DogGone swerves a bit at the light show, but keeps his cool and continues driving.

Adam shakes his head, "For Typhoon was proud. And as Belz stood over her— the tendrils of darkness clutching onto her soul… a child, full of spirit, attacked Belz with the same artifact that had been disarmed earlier. Fearing this item, Belz lost it's hold on Typhoon. Enraged— he grabbed the child and drained his soul down to the last drop. But whereas it was Rose's pride that undid it— it was Belz's malice that undone it. Typhoon recovered her artifact and shattered Belz unto where it came— leaving only the red eyes— the eyes of Satan— in the ashen ground." He closes the book, "Typhoon took one of the eyes with her— to remind Belz that should it ever return, that she will be waiting, and will destroy her. But the other? They say it still rests on the soil somewhere in that slum— watching— and waiting to trick those that thirst for power— and to be damned by it."

Croc says "So," as he drives. "What do you do? Besides betray the red man and steal the indian's land. On your time off, I mean. From being a white gringo devil."

Rip says "I find out what makes people tick. You know, cutting up the redman to see why he's red."

"S'a good story. Not da kind I normly like, but s'a good story. Mah story? Not so good. Dun think you like it. It goes like… Ah, hold on a sec." DogGone says, swerving to the side of the road… where a HotVend brand vending machine stands. Handing a stick of certified cred backward to Repo, he says "Grab a nacho and a fizzy coke?"

Adam leans back and nods a bit at the other story.

Repo says "sure DogGone" and hops out, gets some Nacho's and Coke for DG, then gets back in the car, passing the goods forward.

Repo looks out the window at nothing in particular.

Croc says "Why is the Red Man Red?"

Rip chuckles. "Cuz the white man gave him too much booze!"

Croc takes a really sharp turn with his bike then.

DogGone starts eating the Nachos, holding a coke in one hand, a thing of nachos in his lap, telling a story with a full mouth, and somehow driving with all this going on. "Sho mah story ghoes liek dis" he says, partialy chewing, partially eating. "Bad fhare da oda dhay, real ash hhads, day ghotz ta talkin in mah backsit dare." He says, before taking another bite. "Dhey men taklin, dhey say-" He brings his hands up to make Air quotes… ""We not gunno get enwhere wiff da Shapes. We go make a piece outta da resevoir. Shit ain' as competive down dar." DogGone says.

Repo nods and waits to make sure thats all.

He continues, "Deez boyz wearin red an black, see? Dhey look all twitch like ahn stocky an big, got dah good gunz, scan? So an way, dhey headin down ta Smakey heels to. Dhey tipped bad. Nex dhey, dhey give a call. I pick'm up 'gain, mayb dhey learn ta tip? Nah, dhey din't. But I tellzya, dhey def went down to dah resevoir dat same dhey. Scan?"

Repo says "Got it, either Hills or Resevoir."

Repo Calls up Croc

Adam offers, "Lets start with the Rez." Biased a touch there. "Can you drop us off where you dropped them off?"

Repo Says to the cab "Rez definatly sounds like a better bet"

"I try an emembah far yez" DogGone responds, finishing his half a fizzy coke in a single chug.

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Croc's feast of fools."

Commlink-Repo> Repo says, "these guys were dropped off at the resevoir for "better busness." We are heading there now."

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "SON OF A BITCH!"

Croc powerslides his bike and changes directions. "Wrong fucking way. FUCK WHITEY!" He guns the engines and starts going the opposite direction.

Repo says "alright, Croc will meet up with us at the Rez"

Rip hangs on as the bike goes through a series of gyrations, unperturbed. If the troll is gonna get them killed, nothing he can do to stop it! "Gotta work on that anger issue. Not all whities are out to get your land…just your women!"

Croc roars.

In a sufficient amount of time, Croc gets his bike into the Resevoir. At least he's getting closer to his home ground, too. At a certain point, he hops off his bike and slings the panther cannon onto his back. "Now we hunt," he growls.

Rip slides off the bike as well, flexing his hands after having clenched them for the entire ride. "Sure sure. That cannon is good for hunting them, I guess. But it'll completely ruin the ware they have if you shoot them with it." He says as he pulls his revolver out and checks the load before resettling it.

The shadowcabbie arrives at the resevoir, pretty much unscathed. The cabbie says, "Eer's yur stop.", then adds in a hinting manner: "Thanks fer dah tip…"

Repo says as he gets out of the cab "DogGone, dont be suprised if I need a lift back to the city."

Aviv slides out of the cab, throwing a hand over his shoulder, "Thanks for the ride."

Repo says "I'm a doctor, not a tracker, anyone have any clue as to where these guys might have gone from here?"

Croc grunts, and, the gun hanging on his back, he looks for local Warrenz denziens. Time to ask some questions. Increasingly loudly, till he gets answers.

Repo pulls out what looks to be a slightly oversized butterfly knife.

Rip follows Croc around. If he can't get people to talk, not much chance of them talking to some regular joe tagging along with him.

Repo falls in behind Croc.

Aviv follows suit and heads in the direction Croc is going.

Croc starts to get paranoid as he's being followed by three humans. That'll just put him in a bad mood.

No, he wasn't in a bad mood yet.

Repo every so often flips open the butterfly knife, and flips it closed.

Show Hunting the Prey

Croc starts to trek through the urban landscape, the others following along behind him. Eventually, he pauses, looking up towards a building set up on a little rise… "There," he says. "Good command of the area. Just the sort of things those coward -banditos- would like."

He looks at the others. "Any of you gringos quiet?"

Rip waggles his hand. "Bout as good as a cat with bells on." He says as he follows up and looks the area over. "Nothing special though."

Aviv speaks up, "My specialty." He slides the half face respirator over his face and presses a button clearing the filters.

Hunting the Prey

After clearing the filter, Aviv speaks up again, "I could try to sneak up on the roof and drop a line down," He pauses to look to Croc, "Not sure if it would hold you though, no offense."

Croc grunts. "I can probably make one of those barred windows dissappear," he says, growling. "Provide something for them to think about, while you breeders creep forward. Ain't eager to close with any kind of Demons, yet."

Questions

Repo starts pulling straps tighter.

Commlink-Repo> Repo says, "I see a guy on the roof, and a security camera. outside of that I see noone between us and them."

Rip rubs his hands together slowly as he eyes the place. "Gonna be hard to sneak up on a place like that…and a real bad situation if it turns out its the wrong gang."

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "See him, too. Recommended action: approach, try to spot the colours."

Commlink-Aviv> Aviv says, "Want me to try and move in closer?"

Commlink-Repo> Repo says, "better you than me."

Repo resists the urge to start flipping the knife open and closed.

Croc says "Hold. Going to try to draw their attention away, n' see if that's them."

Aviv says "If it is, our cover is blown. If it's not, they're probably gonna shoot us anyways."

Croc eyes Aviv. "Alright, half gringo. Play it your way. When they smell you coming, I'll chew on your damn bones."

Aviv says "This is your job, it's your call. I'm just giving my opinion."

Croc says "Go. Our job. I'm just here to make sure the pieces get back."

Show Stealth

As Aviv marches on, Croc unslings his Panther, setting it against his hip. He licks his lips and starts aiming- slowly.

Commlink-Aviv> Aviv says, "Guy on top has some cyber, can't see anything indetifying them."

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Look for Red and Black. If you can't see, get closer. Got a firing solution on him now."

Commlink-Repo> Repo says, "move in closer…. what he said."

Show Stealth

Aviv weaves in and out of alley ways, and from behind cars, timing his movement with the guard on top, getting as close as he can. He stop one block short of the compound to take another view.

Rip only has a pistol, and at this range the best he can do is act as cleanup if the shit goes down. Finds a spot to lean and watches the building for any signs of trouble.

Show Perception

Commlink-Aviv> Aviv says, "Black and red…shit"

Show Combat

Aviv peeks his head around from behind a car just as the ganger is turning to make another round. He makes another sprint forward, closing the distance between himself and the building. He makes it within one block and slides behind a dumpster. Peeking his head around he notices the ganger on top wearing red and black. Just as he gets a view the guard spots him and reaches for his ear…

Elevation: check. Target, check. Patience… patience. Must protect the ware. Patience, patence. There, target aquired. Damn, he wishes he had his smartlink. Now wait for the call. Is it a Demon? It is. Is focusing on this target making croc paralyzed and rolling on the ground? Hrmm… wait? Shit? THAT MEANS FIRE IN GRINGOSPEAK!

There's a might WHUMP, and the ground near Croc shakes.

There's a spray of blood, an Explosion, and the building the gaurd's on shakes…

And an otherwise perfect headless body hits the ground.

Croc licks his lips. "Dere's one whose ware'll be intact."

Rip jerks at the sudden shot from the troll. "Damn, man. Give a little warning before you shoot that thing off!'

Croc stares at Rip. "Have been aiming. You heard the call!"

Repo flips open his butterfly knife, latches it, and it starts to hum.

Commlink-Aviv> Aviv says, "Holy shit, so much for finesse"

Commlink-Aviv> Aviv says, "I think you just woke up Denver"

Croc switches his comm to the FoF channel.

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Holee shit! Demons under attack! There's some crazed Crimson Smoker out here with a PAC! NEED BACKUP!"

Croc switches back.

Rip rubs at his ears for a moment as he stares downrage. "So… you plan on just sitting back here and shooting? Because none of us are getting close to that place now without being lit up."

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "You said 'shit.' Thought you were in trouble. Acted."

Commlink-Repo> Repo says, "Im going moving in…. I prefur the feel of flesh flowing over my hands."

Croc grunts. "Good idea," he snaps at Repo. "Finally, some action…" and he starts running towards the building, too, holding his cannon up and ready. Yay for Trolls!

Show Running

That troll moves fast, even with the cannon, trying to maximize the distance he can cover before enemies start shooting at him again. He hates that- getting shot at.

Croc is running, hard, towards the building, having dealt messy death to a target- trying to get closer and adopt a new position before enemies come flooding out. If they're stupid enough to do so. "Would kill for a bloody rocket launcher," he grunts.

Adam returns after doing some preliminary checking off at the Smokey Hills just to confirm that they are not there. He comes back just in time to see Croc take care of business. Holding a submachinegun in one hand he notes, "They are most definately here," he says as he walks up— noticing the distant carnage, "Nice shot."

Repo Is moveing is with his vibroknife pulled, about 170 meters away from the building and closing.

Show Invis and Perception

Adam promptly throws up his invisibility and advances inward to find a nice ambush spot or even roof entrance.

Show Combat

Croc grunts as the klaxon goes off, and he raises his gun again, managing to calculate and aim even as he runs… he picks a window (a structural weak point!) and pulls the trigger… there's another WHUMP and another blast is away!

Show Questions

And Adam continues to run towards the building.

Show Questions

Aviv continues running towards the building. He makes it to the small clearing in front just as the assault cannon slams another round into the building. Reaching into his duster, he draws his pistol, and heads towards the fire escape.

Show Entering Building

Repo Leaps and climbs in his way up to the hole.

Show Levitation

Adam reaches the building— or at least well enough to drop his invisibility and bunker down for some assist magic. Starting with Croc— he throws on levitation— making the big guy's running continue, only on and and towards the opening in the second floor. That'll surprise some people.

Show Combat

Rip keeps up the pace with the Troll, cringing each time that cannon of his goes off. "Christ, if that doesn't draw half the gangs in town, it'll be a miracle."

Croc lands in the window as he's thrown across the Warrens, looking around for a foe… as he does, he tosses his panther over his shoulder, and, with a Snikt, pops out some blades. "Beuno," he hisses. "Let's kill us some banditos, si?"

Show Combat

Repo moves to the door, and listens for movement on the other side.

Show Perception

Repo opens the door and begins moving down the hall in the direction he heard movement from.

Commlink-Repo> Repo says, "movement ahead."

Show Combat

Adam remains in his little entrenchment— motioning his natural hand over towards Rip and suddenly he is airborne the same way Croc is— flying up and into the hole before the spell wears off and puts him back down on solid ground. He comms over « Heard fire. Sitrep? »

Commlink-Repo> Repo says, "frack that hurt, six in the chest, and no room to move."

Commlink-Aquis> Adam says, "Alright, bunker down— I'll be up on Med Duty shortly."

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Pulling him out of LoF."

Rip is none to happy about the sudden unexpected lift. Damn mages! But either way, he's suddenly thrust through the open window and stumbles into the room. A quick glance around at Croc hauling Repo's bloody body from the doorway and he quick moves to help, pulling out a small medkit from a bag under his coat. "Damn. Knew this would happen soon as that cannon opened up.

Croc kneels down a bit as the assault rifle goes off, dragging in Repo's prone body. "Thanks for findin' em, amigo," he growls, making sure the breeder's clear. He then grabs an inhaler from inside his jacket and takes a hit… time to get a little more hoss.

Show Combat

Aviv reaches the top of the fire escape and peeks his head up to see if anyone else is on top yet. He drops his head back down quickly as he notices a small camera above the door. «Shit, there's a camera up top,» He says, reaching up to adjust his earpiece.

Aviv raises up and aims his pistol at the camera. The crosshair in his goggles flashes and he fire's a shot. A soft 'pew' is heard as the sound escapes the end of the silencer. The bullet flies through the camera, burying it's self in the wall.

Repo Bleeds. He trys to move as little as possible as to not cause problems for the two guys manhandleing him out of the way.

«OOC» AdamLOG will fly up to join the team in the hole.

With the last of the team members that was on the ground in or on the building, Adam levitates himself up into the hole and lands near the closest cover where he can get to Repo with his medkit and healing magik.

«OOC» Rip says, "Uhm…Gonna wait to see what Croc does, so just tending to Repo to make sure he ain't gonna bleed out."

Rip kneels and checks on Repo while Adam makes his way into the room.

Show Combat

Adam takes out his Savior medkit and nods to Repo. To start he motions him to just lay down so he can get a good diagnostic— proceeding to pinpoint the injuries with the advanced technology so he can reduce the trauma to the point where he can just negate it with magic. It'll take some time, though.

Show Combat

Aviv walks up across the rooftop, making his way to the door. He tries the handle and suprised to see it unlocked he slowly opens it to be greeted by two grenades exploding in his face. He fall backwards to try and protect himself but is to slow. «Need some help…up here when someone…gets the chance», he says laying on the ground.

Adam comm over as he works on Repo « Bunker down and keep a compress on the wound. Second I finish with him I'll come on up for you. »

Show Map

Croc looks at the door out, roughly estimating his chance of survival. Assault rifles are a no-win scenario. He turns to a wall, then, and, bringing his arms up… decides to go through it. Time to flank!

Show Questions

Croc shuts the door before he moves.

Show Combat

Croc cleaves through the wall, stumbling into the next room, expected to be obliterated within moments!

Show Combat

Rip jumps through the hole after Croc, after giving him a moment to make sure he's still alive. A quick glance shows the room to be empty and he quickly moves to the wall next to the door, waiting to see if anyone comes running at the noise.

Show Combat

Croc crawls up to his knees, now, and tries to move to the door a bit. He doesn't want to get his head blowed off, but he needs to start pressing the attack… or at least drawing some fire!

Comm: Making Contact again… MADRE DE DIOS!

Show Combat

Croc narrowly dodges the spray of bullets that comes his way, and then returns fire: just a short burst, mostly intended to keep their heads down. His own gun is (of course) unsilenced, and the loud rat-tat-tat echoes through the building.

Show Combat

Aviv continues applying pressure to his wounds. He is interrupted by the sound of someone walking up the stairs. Glancing around quickly, Aviv decides to crawl around the corner of the small entrance the door leads into, hoping to either hide from whoever is coming up. He waits until the ganger is in view, the crosshairs flash in his goggles and he fires a shot into the back of the ganger, but to no avail, the armor holds and soaks the bullets impact.

The ganger, startled but not really taken aback by being shot at, levels his shotgun at Aviv… "You died in the explosion, my friend, your body just doesn't know it." the ganger says after seeing the blood, as he pumps a shell into the chamber and fires.

As thinks look quite bleak for Aviv, what appears like a small white wisp appears into his vision. It blinks into and out of existance like a pure snowflake in a field of dirt. One of the stray plumping drains that drips water into a puddle onto the roof syphons out a flood of water suddenly and forms up into a solid pillar of water in front of the wounded shadowrunner's form. The shotgun shells thunk harmlessly into the water pillar— swirling around inside of him as it's own personal prisoners. As the swirling natural element grows in size, two large, liquid arm forms as well as two azure eyes as it roars like a a deafening waterfall in the face of the ganger. I believe that was elemental for 'You gunna die, slitch!'

Over the comm, Adam's voice crackles « Av, sending up some help. Try not to die til I get up there. »

Show Combat

Commlink-Aviv> Aviv says, "Holy….*random muttering in hebrew**…trying to."

Show Combat

Croc has had enough. Keeping his partial cover, he drops his submachine gun. FUCK saving bits. FUCK IT. The Assault Cannon comes down again. He lines up a shot. BOOOOOOM!

Well, he didn't hit his primary target, but collateral damage is a bitch. Their cover's gone, now. GONE.

"RIP EM TO SHREDS!" He screams.

Show Combat

The gangers return fire while trying scrambling to figure out what to do about the cover being gone. One of them opens up on croc, nailing him in the chest with 4 rounds! Croc drops immediately…

And that's it for the troll. He manages to clear the cover out, but goes down in a spray of fire afterwards. Assault rifles are his bane…. but WAIT! It's only MOSTLY down!

Show Combat

Adam is attempting to keep Repo stable when he senses the situation getting tricky down on his level. Thats not good, because if that line falls, patching up Repo wont mean a damn thing. « Sending help your way, Croc. »

Similar to the rooftop, a small white wisp flits into existance in the room with the gunfight. There is only stays in existance momentarily as he senses where the gangers are at. This summoning is handled a little different— as the dry timber in the room and the muzzle flashes of one of the assault rifle rounds roars to existance an inferno of fire— swirling and raising the temperature until it appears behind them with the sound mimicing that of a forest fire— eyes blazing with hunger as he reaches it tentrils out towards them menacingly.

Show Combat

The other ganger sees the elemental and opens fire on it… To no real avail.

Show Combat

The fire elemental roars and sweeps through the debris that leaves small fires and black ash in it's wake. It turns up the heat by dropping it's two arms down onto one of the merc-gangers. Despite his attempt to defend against the attack, it is met by being smacked right on his head. Despite singing his hair off, the armor he holds is true and he suffers little more than intense burns.

The Water elemental has more success— reaching out with it's two arms and grabbing the ganger at the top of the stairwell— drawing it inside like a big bear hug and causing him to gurgle as he thrashes around, drowning.

Show Combat

Watching the ganger that was once pointing a shotgun at him get trapped inside the water elemental, Aviv scoots across the ground, taking refuge behind the small entrance, on the opposite side of the door. He leans up against the wall, applying pressure to wounds, trying to slow the bleeding.

Show Combat

Croc staggers back from the assault rifle fire, blood pouring out of him… but the big troll's taken his daily vitamins and barely feels it. He sets his cannon against his leg now, and lets out a comanche battle-whoop as the fire elemental joins the fight. "FUEGO!" He screams, lining up another shot and pulling the firing stud again. There's another massive BOOM as the half-ruined building shakes- but this time, the shell's on target. Not much mortal man can do against that kind of an onslaught, even 'ware crazy as they are…

And there's a body hitting the floor, internal organs so much mush. Maybe -some- ware will be salvageable, but… not much.

Croc whoops anyway. "That's what happens when you fuck with me, motherfucker! BRING IT ON!"

Show Combat

Rip holsters his revolver as the last guy jackrabbits down the stairwell away from the elemental. "Shit. Not like the rest of them wouldn't know we weren't here." He looks to the badly wounded Croc, even as the trog shows little sign of acknowledging his damage. "Damnit, you keep an eye on that stairwell, gimme a moment to at least keep you from bleeding out. Just because you're drugged to the gills doesn't mean you won't drop dead in the middle of firing that fragging ear-pounder."

Call it cool precision. After a lungful of water, Charlie reaches in to his right side thigh pocket. He withdraws the daystick. So named because it turns night to day; a white phospherus styled flair. Burns underwater. Burns in space. Burns when you use it to blow out an elves low light vision. Thats what he usually carries it for, at least. But now, it gets another use.

Removing the cap, he strikes it, while still floating in the belly of the Elmental. "Eat this." he burbles as the flair snaps to life, a brilliant, white hot spark of flame inside the elmental.

Needless to say, the water elemental spits Charlie out post haste, and he takes off running.

Commlink-Aviv> Aviv says, "Roof is clear, only other one up here took off running."

Croc grunts. "Affirmative," he says, making no move to pursue yet. "Recommend we wait till injured are recovered and repair, and then find way to continue engaging quarry." His voice is suddenly cold, precise. He hits the comm. "Let that one go. Seven out of eight is good."

Show Healing

Adam finishes up with his first aid on Repo— putting away the remainder of the medical equipment. The mage tops it off with a glowing pair of hands over his body that seal up the wounds. « Next in line. Av, you catching a ride from your guardian or do I need to come up there? »

Show Supplies

Aviv looks up to the water elemental then back to the fire escape, «To far of a crawl, i'll take the ride.». He crawls around the corner, closer towards the guardian before looking up to it, "So uh, take me down to the rest of the team?" he asks.

The water elemental, being Av's guardian until dawn, scoops up Aviv and slithers towards the wall— climbing down and into the opening where the rest are to deliver him safely with the rest of the team.

Show Perception

Riding along with the guardian, Aviv spots a few grenades around the doorway, "Stop." He points to the grenades, unware if the elemental has any idea what he's talking about.

As the elemental drops him off, Aviv looks to the other runners, "That door over there is rigged to blow," he says, pointing towards the door.

Adam motions for Aviv to lay down where Repo once was— its the most steril place he can fine— and reopens the Savior to get to work on patching him up.

Show Healing

And Adam gets to work on Aviv— scanning him over with the Savior and noticing all the internal injuries from the grenade explosions. He nods and injects the man with nanites as he goes to setting wounds and closing wounds. He looks to the man— placing his hands over him as a cold, steril, feeling washes over him and all the wounds are completely gone. "All good. Thanks for not dying." His voice is so serious, its hard to tell if thats a joke.

«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» Croc (#8805) has the Attribute Body with the value '10 (17)'.

Aviv stretches his arms around a bit and sits up, "It's thanks to that thing," he points to the water elemental, "Woulda died if it didn't show up."

Show Healing

Adam puts his— well he looks at his supplies and notes, "He is good at what he does." The kit is closed and put away on the small of his back. Looking up to his elemental he nods, "Thank you." And then to Aviv, "Feeling better?"

Show Healing

Croc turns towards Rip and Adam, standing still as they work on him. "Door's trapped," he mutters. "Why I never use door. Maybe we should drop bombs down hole till they squeal? Gas, maybe?"

Aviv stands up from the ground and looks himself over, "Much." He press a small button the side of his pistol, ejecting a clip of ammo and switching it out with a clip of exex he had attached to his belt, "From now on, you guys check the doors."

Adam heads over to Croc when Rip finishes the touches on patching him up. Those cold, steril hands go over him and seal up any remaining wounds on his body.

Rip works on taping a few bits of gauze over the worst of the wounds Croc has, stapling holes together before pulling drugs out of the kit and giving him a few shots. "Not that you can feel it, but you might later." He says as he start putting the kit away. "Starting to look like a medical ward in here." He says mostly to himself, what with more than half the team in bandages.

Adam notes to Rip, "If I knew we'd be doing this much medic work, I would have brought the MASH."

Rip shrugs and shakes his head. "Knew they were heavy cybered. Didn't think they'd be armoed up like a small army. I know I hit those fuckers solid every time, and they just shruged it off like nothing. That thing there," He points at the PAC, "was the only thing that made them duck…or fall apart as the case may be."

Croc grunts. "I'll let myself hurt later," he says, licking his lips. "Next move?" He prompts again. "Have them on the run, I think. But first person down that stairwell dies."

He pats the gun, nodding to rip. "Why I brought it. Demons don't play." A brief silence. "Got two, though. Get one or two more, can probably cut the deal."

"Yeah," Adam says as he surveys the area visually, "Elementals didn't even put a dent into them. I know that 'ganger' is just a title— but this seems more like a seasoned mercenary unit. And if thats the case, we are being seriously underpaid. He motions towards the one they downed— casting a Levitation spell on him to bring him over to take a look at him.

Adam drops the corpse of the 'ganger' down and starts going over him for identification— traps— et cetra.

Croc steps back from the group for a moment, pulling out a cellphone. "Will call boss. See what I can arrange." He presses the speed dial and waits.

Aviv watches as Adam rifles through the body, "Shit I should have checked the one upstairs before I tried to open that door," he says, snapping his fingers.

Adam hands Aviv the two grenades he finds, "We all make mistakes. The ones we live through are the ones we learn through."

Rip takes a moment to give the corpse itself a cursory glance, taking mental notes of obvious bits of cyber that they'll have to ghoul.

Croc gives the corpse a quick glance,too, briefly covering the phone. "Calling the boss," he says. "Seeing if there is another plan. Maybe if we just let them know where targets are, will be happy. Not happy. Just less unhappy."

Aviv looks over to Croc, "He better be happy," he says under his breath as he takes the grenades from Adam.

"Sure thing," Adam says agreeably. He takes the assault rifle and slings it around his back— armor too. Both are probably all sorts of busted up from the PAC assault. "Know an armourer that can probably fix these up."

Rip nods a little and shrugs. He isn't here for weapons. "They've had plenty of time to prep for this. They knew they'd be hunted down."

The phone rings a bit, then Tremanis answers.

«Tremanis: The frag you want? You geek dem slots yet?»

«Plot-Page» (To: AdamLOG and Croc) Mirage says, "Tremanis answers in his standard annoyed sorta fashion."

Croc stares at his phone for a moment. "Got two o' dem, boss. Dey're as badass as we thot… worser, really. We got d' rest holed up unnerneath us, but they's holed up pretty tight. Can call y' where, you come get the rest? Send more boys?"

Adam winces as he hears those words come out of Croc's mouth.

«Plot-Page» (To: AdamLOG and Croc) Mirage says, "Get the frag out. They been done this drek before, you sit on them and they sneak out, light the place up. You got ten, maybe twenty minutes before they blow that thing sky high if it's like last time."

«Plot-Page» (To: AdamLOG and Croc) Mirage says, "How long it been since you saw their guys?"

Croc Swears. "You fuckin serious? How many have you… ah, man, fuck dis. All right, we gots two of them for youze. Been about three, four… five… ten minutes."

He suddenly stoops down and grabs one of the bodies. "We're getting the frag out. NOW."

Holding the body in one hand, the phone in the other, he rushes for the broken window.

Adam takes that notes and nods to get the frag out. He looks to Aviv as he goes to jump out "As your guardian for a lift down." Personal Elemental Guardians for the win.

«OOC» Adam does a series of Levitation spells. Basically jump— cast, land, cast, land someone, repeat. Then levitate the corpse off the roof off.

Rip rubs at his neck and lets out a few choice cusswords. "I'm guessing that means he just called down a whole bunch of those fucking Demons on this place. I definatly don't want to be ehre for that."

Aviv begins to run following the others, but stops after hearing Adam. He looks to the elemental, "One more ride?" he motions out the window.

Adam jumps out the window— levitating himself safely to the ground. As people go out the window— he does the same— getting them a nice distance away. Finally the corpse on the top of the building is levitated off and given to the Water Elemental to carry. Whoop.

The water elemental swoops up Aviv and just jumps out the window. He is fine with just hitting the ground, but ends up levitated all the same.

The fire elemental moves in 3d— it just swoshes out like a bad fantastic four movie.

Rip awaits his turn. "Come Fezzek! To the white horses!"

Croc hits the ground, grateful for the assist, and looks back at it. "Hey," he shouts. "we're out. Got th' deaders."

«Plot-Page» (To: AdamLOG and Croc) Mirage says, "Thas good. You lot earned yur pay. We din't expect ya ta drop the lot of'm, jus wanted ya ta try."

Croc says "Right. We'll cut 'em up, an I'll collect for delivery. Meet up usual place?"

Rip is soon down with everyone else, right behind Croc the whole way. That's his ride.

«Plot» Mirage says, "A small explosion later, the entire building starts smoking heavily- It's being burned down, and fast! Looks like Croc's info was good."

Adam nods once to Croc, "Sounds like a plan."

Croc hangs the phone up. "Boss said that they done dis before. Dey hold up, sneak out, an' blow the building. Don't worry… you'll get all your money."

Adam looks at the two and notes objectively, "Sounds fair. The pay matched bringing two of those mercs back— with the inventory they asked for."

Rip shrugs at that. "Fucking menance, they are. Need a few more heavy hitters to take those guys on."

Aviv hops off the shoulder off the elemental and looks back to it, "Thanks again?" he says, still unaware if it understands him. He looks over to Rip and Croc, "Either of you want one of these grenades?"

Rip shakes his head at the offer. "I'd probably blow my hand off trying to use one. Let the people with the knowhow use them."

Croc waves it off. "Is good," he says. "I got my PAC." He shifts a little bit, setting on his bike. "Not any good with them, eitheir." His panther gets put in a special pulley system on the side of the Harley Gideon. "Where you ghouling them?"

Rip shrugs. "I don't have the space setup yet to do it myself, unless one of these gents know a spot we can go?"

Aviv nods to the two and reaches under his duster, hooking the two grenades to an empty spot on his belt. He sticks his other hand in the opposite side and returns the pistol to his holster.

Adam motions his hand and notes, "Could do it in my MASH. Not like its Transimplant surgery. You're just ripperdocing."
page revision: 6, last edited: 12 Apr 2010 23:19
EditTags History Files Print Site tools+ Options
Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License