Totally Not a Metroid
GM: Adam
Players: Dalton, Croc, Ghostfist
Synopsis: Adam requests of the team to go investigate a jellyfish biomass down in the Quincy Reservoir. The awakened paracritters are intelligent and pose a significant, toxic threat to the area. Going down there reveals a swarm of jellyfish with a central hive mind that they take down and bring back for further research.
Date: 07/09/2070

It is late in the evening when Croc and Frankie get a phone call from the Haven Project. Remembering Ghostfist's mention that he would be interesting in helping out the project, Adam's daughter, Lillian, lets the man know that there is something going on that would greatly benefit from his expertise. Fortunately the girl can speak English now— else that would be rather challenging to get across.
Croc gets a call direct from Adam himself. Something about not being 'amused' about a certain copter incident, but also to swing by the islet for some work.
Dalton, at the time, is actually AT Haven and is being instructed in the use of a Metamagic. Being involved in this run will be good training as he also gets the most visibility into what is happening.
After everyone assembles, Adam holds the 'meeting' at the bonfire. In a jar he holds a small jellyfish. The water itself is murkey ala the waters outside the 'clean' zone in the reservoir. The jellyfish looks twisted— having a single red eye and what appears like animal intelligence as it darts around. "This is no mere jellyfish," Adam goes on to explain. It is not. The jellyfish itself is actually theorized as a 'drone' and part of a greater biomass. A normal jellyfish would prefer salt water, not 'fresh' water of the reservoir. The induction of 'toxic' water makes it worse as it could be inhabited there. This concerns Adam greatly, but more importantly it concerns a certain benefactor that wishes to remain unnamed.
So, to the point of the matter, Adam needs the three of you to leave the 'clean' zone in dive gear and head to the source. The source, a jellfish biomass, lives on the eastern side of the lake. Based on the research conducted, these 'creatures' are both awakened and toxic. When-ever possible, destroy them. There should, theoretically, be a hive mind that controls the drones. He needs you to destroy the Hive Mind and bring it back for research.
The job itself is with great peril, and also with compensation. The 'benefactor' is prepared to provide the three of you a sum of 120,000 =Y=, provide gear capible of withstanding the underwater sludge, diving weaponry/sensory equipment, and the like.

«Plot» Dalton says, "I withold Karma for the Deed ordeal for Initiation."
GM Note: As does Adam.

Croc's opinion was that he was -attacked-, but he bites his tongue for now. The underwater thing… He grunts. "Will be interesting. But for dat cash, I will give it a spin. Benefactor pay less if we can't bring back de brain thingie?"

Dalton nods as he listens "This will definatly be something worth looking into, if we ever get this place cleaned up, we cant have kids swimming with dangerous awakened jellyfish. I'm more than happy to help deal with this situation."

"If you can't bring it back, you do not get paid," Adam explains with a hand motion, "the bigger problem is the fact a toxic aquatic creature exists here when it should not. We need to determine the why if we are to ever do more than put a dent in this ecological war." And thats what, more or less, Haven is about. He nods his head to Dalton in that statement.

Frankie arches his eyebrows as he studies the jellyfish in the jar. The troll frowns slightly and nods to Adam, "Underwater ain't really my usual thing… But this is an exceptional circumstance." He holds out a hand to Adam, perhaps hoping to get a closer look at the jellyfish as his gaze hardens, somehow seeming almost to stare clear through the jar and the creature within as he studies it intently.

Dalton frowns slightly "I assume you've studied the creature, does its hive mind operate on a magical basis, or simliar to an insects, I'm just questioning because there might be the possibility of tracking the origin of the hive mind someway." He too scans the Jellyfish with his astral perceptions.

Croc grunts. "All right. Will do what I can. Underwater, it's all blade work. Dangerous times."

The astral perception and analysis would produce the same as what Adam is about to say. The silver-blue haired mage notes, "In detail. A swarm attacked the intake valves just last week. The attack was intelligent and some were left alive after clearing it out. We have reason to believe that the communication is done sonically and also psionically. For that, we will be projecting a Shield over you three as you descend. It should mitigate any attacks on your mind if that is the case— as we are not certain what the Hive Mind is capible of on attackers." He motions a hand, "As for tracking— yes, tracking the signal is how we determined the location of the biomass you will be heading to. It may be the Hive Mind. It may be just a repeater cell. Attemps to penetrate the mass on astral have failed."

Croc looks adam in the eye (grimly). "Am I strong enough to hurt dese tings, or do I need some better living troo chemistry?"

Dalton nods as he studies the creature and listens to Adam speak. "I appreciate the added protection, what about weaponry?"

Ghostfist tips his head and looks at Adam as his gaze softens again. The troll nods a bit, glancing toward Croc for just a moment after the other troll's question. He rubs his chin thoughtfully and considers the jellyfish, "I appreciate the extra spell help… These things got big nasty stingers like their mundane cousins?"

"It is a jelly biomass," Adam says as he looks to Croc, "and I believe your natural strength will be fine without the juice. These things have tentacles, and although the idea of a 'jellyfish' may be misleading, if you consider that they are both awakened and toxic, you have to deal with tentacles that are likely as tough as an octopus and venom. That said, if you have some autoinjectors, the situation may deem using them."
To Dalton he notes, "Underwater carbines, spear guns, armored envirosealed diving gear, nets, gyrojet pistols." The benefactor has connections, "We understand this is not Seattle and water-based situations are not common. Equipment is available to compensate."
Adam nods to Ghostfist, "They do have venom, yes. Though the diving gear will protect you from the barbs I saw on the drones. In a hive environment, these are not the 'soldiers' however. I would highly advise caution if you do run into any of those variants."

Croc grunts. "Underwater weaponry would make big difference, si." He stretches. "Am ready to go when gear is here. Go kill jellyfish cut cut cut!" He heaves a sigh, then looks over at the others. "Joo won't try to trow me out of a helicopter over a gun, will joo?"

Dalton nods his head "Alright, well, I guess I'll see how bad the area is when I get down there, the pollution should make the background fairly heavy. Hopefully I can compensate for that though."

Dalton looks to Croc "No, I wouldn't throw you out of a helicopter."

Frankie nods to Adam's explanation. He rubs his chin thoughtfully, one eyebrow quirking in Croc's direction. "I probably wouldn't, no." The troll looks vaguely confused by the question, but tries to answer honestly as he can. Attention flicks back to the jellyfish problem and he considers things carefully. "Hopefully the background won't be too bad down there, but we'll see once we get into position."

Croc grunts at Dalton and Frankie. "Joo say dat -now-. But we will see."

Dalton mutters something about learning Dark Armor in the future as he gets into the diving suit, he makes sure his comm is up and running, and then casts Levitate into his sustaining foci.

«Plot-Page» (To: Ghostfist) AdamLOG says, "You get a feel for the astral landscape down there. It is murky, for certain, due to the toxic waters. What is curious is at the lake floorbed is the biomass mentioned and where it was mentioned. It is like a large blob of astral goo— a gelatin biomass. There are so many of those 'things' down there that its hard to decypher one from another."

Frankie sits down on the side of the bonfire nearest the target location. He crosses his legs and breathes deep and steady, closing his eyes as he expands his senses outward - ever outward - with all of his might. After several long minutes, Frankie's eyes snap open and he slowly gets to his feet.
"Well. That's… That's just downright freaky. Astral's about what you'd expect for toxic waters, but drek man. You weren't kiddin' about a huge mass of astral jello. So many of these things down there I can't even pick individuals apart."

Dalton frowns and nods "Well, thats not going to be pleasant." he looks over the gyrojet pistol and sighs "I hope I'm going to be able to cast down there."

And thus the intrepid (or at least motley) team goes to the Toxic zone. The barge from Haven takes the three of them, diving gear and all, from the islet to the sandbar that seperates the clean water from the DMZ'd water that is being cleaned. The second barge takes the team from the primary sandbar over to the second sandbar and out into the 'Toxic' zone. Ogres are line onions, so is the project's efforts. Once out in the fully toxic zone, they go in like a bunch of Big Daddies looking for some Little Sister jellyfish to squish.
The diving gear holds up very well in the murkey water. Looking through the water is a challenge, even with the flood beam flashlights equipped at the shoulder. The visor is equipped with thermal, but under water that gets distorted as well. What does work well is the ultrasound overlay which provides a mesh frame around everything that responds to the sonar.
There are some very freaky things down here. Fish that shouldnt exist— dead bodies— waste barrels. Yeah, looks like a Chicago waste disposal pool.
The sensors display the target, 500m east. Looks like they have some swimming to do.

Croc hits the water like a fish. He's always liked to swim. He floats like a rock, really, but he's powerful and quick and knows how to use his body. His gun is held in one hand, but his hands themselves are gear-free: freeing them up should he need to unleash some hand-bladed justice.

«Dis is a mess,» he says. «Where are all de pretty fishies? De seas near my homeland were always full of pretty fishies.»

Dalton settles on the bottom, well almost, he has a levitate spell, so he floats through the water with minimal troubles. He does scan the astral though, keeping that his primary method of sight, since its already dark and dingy down here even with the lights. He switches back to normal vision, just trying to figure out which way gives him the most range of vision.

Ghostfist hits the water and sinks pretty quickly with all of the armored, envirosealed diving gear on his person. He has a gyrojet pistol strapped to one thigh and a diving knife strapped to the other. Frankie's not taking any chances, considering what a mess his Sensing revealed.
Unlike Croc, water is not Frankie's home. That's not to say that he is uncomfortable or even unfamiliar with the water. It's just not his preferred environment, especially in situations like this. He's more of a swimming pool kind of trog. Frankie bobs in the water just above the lakebed with a little effort, his magically enhanced senses helping him to fully orient himself down here.
For the moment, Ghostfist doesn't seem to do much in the way of expanding his senses outward. The background count is pretty high, too high for him to waste energy on trying to keep his senses expanded outward. Instead he just orients himself and starts to swim along with the others.

The waters down here are 'still', mostly as its a wasteland. The trek is eerie at best, but the numbers roll off through this under water landscape. 300m away now.
Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "See a jellyfish heading dis way. It is alone. Should I make it die a squishy death of squishy?"
Commlink-Ghostfist> Ghostfist says, "I see it too. Let's get a closer look, see what it's up to."
Commlink-Nightmare> Dalton says, "If you kill it, they will know we are here, lets just wait for it"
Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Are joo afraid of dem, nightmare?"
Commlink-Nightmare> Dalton says, "No, I just want to get closer before we start a war"

Croc kicks towards the jellyfish he spots, trying to check it out from a closer vantage point.

Dalton doesnt see the jellyfish, so instead follows Croc and Ghostfist, he switches to the astral perceptions, even with the murky water and pollution, hopefully living things will stand out.

Frankie kicks toward the jellyfish, though he tries to keep his speed down. No need to go and arouse suspicion if he can avoid it.

As the team advances, the numbers roll off. The jellyfish in question becomes more visible on the ultrasound relay. The lakebed is fairly murky, so going down on that bit is asking to be stuck. Fortunately heading towards the jelly is a good 10-15m from the 'bed. The team is now 200m away as the 'jellyfish' blip suddenly 'stops' advancing. It hovers at a good 50m away, by itself.

Croc swims a little closer, then slows down a bit. «It es slowing» he whispers into his comm. «Does eet see us? Can eet? It es a trap!» He raises his gun. 50 meters away is a long shot, but… he's aiming, at least.

Dalton focuses his astral perceptions outward, looking around for signs of more jellyfish, cause it could very well be a trap and this is an ambush site. He holds his gyrojet pistol ready, just in case.

Frankie slows to a stop at the 50m mark from the lone jellyfish. He shifts his gaze around slowly, controlling his breathing as he slowly expands his senses outward. Astral perception might be a little difficult, but hey. Motion Sense might be of some help right now. Hopefully these toxic Awakened jellyfish are reasonably large.

«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» Ghostfist (#3238) rolls Intelligence + 2 (Enhanced Perception) for "Motion Sense Don't Fail Me Now":
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The lone jellyfish suddenly swims fast and furious towards the three— zipping like an eel in quick bursts. As it gets within the light range, it looks much like the drone shown in a jar earlier.

Dalton raises his free hand at the creature and focuses his mind on calm and tranquility, he reaches out and shapes the mana energy nearby into a stunbolt spell, hurling it at the creature as he becomes covered with a black cloak and hood, the cloak blowing as if caught in a breeze.

The jellyfish gets his with the raw amount of mana— but it washes straight through him like so much of the water that it is passing through. What is for certain is that the thing did not resist it soley on it's own will. The networked mind can be felt for a moment as the spell attempts to connect and it is— massive.

Croc was about to switch over to burst fire as the target zoomed towards him- but the thing's speed was pretty damn fast, making it hard to draw a bead, and so he leaves it where it was. Instead, he merely pulls the trigger twice, sending a pair of bullets streaking at the target. He keeps his aim up, waiting to see the results…

The jellyfish gets ripped to shreds by the two rounds. A good chunk of it's body is ripped into a non-moving mass. At this point is is swimming much slower— but like some undead horde, keeps moving forward.

Frankie frowns under his dive mask as the jellyfish charges. He kicks up a little and then reaches down to draw his pistol and ready it as he sinks back to his prior "altitude". Thus prepared, Ghostfist awaits what may yet come.

Dalton growls slightly, switching tactics, lets see how hard this things body is. He focuses his mind again, then calls forth magical energy to throw a powerbolt at the jellyfish. A black cloak and hood covers his body, blowing as if caught in a breeze. The energy bursts forth and slams into the jellyfish, ripping it to small pieces.

After the splat things are relatively calm. It was like swatting a bug. 200m to go still— and 'it' knows you are here.
Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "It's dead! It eats bullets pretty good for a damn jelly… let's keep going. Probably know we are here now. Be careful, jes?"
Commlink-Ghostfist> Ghostfist says, "Yes. Definitely yes."

Croc kicks hard, picking up speed towards the heart of the darkness- as bold and eager as ever to meet his doom.

Commlink-Nightmare> Dalton says, "It knows we are here, it was protecting the jellyfish magically."

Dalton floats after Croc and Ghostfist, moving behind them and using them as a shield really, cause he isn't nearly as tough as a troll.

Ghostfist makes a mental note to himself to acquire superior underwater superpowers. The troll swims along after Croc, gyrojet pistol held at the ready as he swims on toward the gelatinous heart of evil.

100 meters away now. The jelly biomass is now making it's way onto the ultrasound overlay. It almost looks as if you are going to swim into a wall with the way the mesh lays over the darkness in the distance that the lights can not penetrate next. No more stray jellyfish appear to be nearby.

Commlink-Croc> Croc says, "Dis is going to be bad…"
Commlink-Nightmare> Dalton says, "Alright, so were are all the little ones, and the soldiers, do they just seperate off the main host?"

Croc continues to swim towards the jellymass, grateful there are no buildings around the can crash a bs into.

Commlink-Ghostfist> Ghostfist says, "Dunno. We're about to find out."

Dalton keeps moving closer with the others, moving into a heightened state of paranoia, and sure that a swarm is about to leap out and assault the little team.

Ghostfist is always grateful when the surroundings will help him avoid crashing into bs. BS smells awful and, by transitive properties, crashing into it is awful. Frankie swims along toward the giant jelly biomass and muses, thoughtfully, over how exactly they're supposed to recover this giant jellyfish hive mind.

The light finally penetrates the 'mass' at 50 meters. The team can finally see it for what it is.

Several jellyfish, attached to each other, tentacles swishing about wildly, make up the mass. Hundreds of small red eyes dot the expanse like organic cells. At the center of this mass there is one, large, red eye that can be seen like a sun to the planets. It stares directly at the team, unblinking.
For a moment there is pressure on the team's head as if they were under some assault, but to no avail. In frustration, a sonic scream echos— clearly having pissed this thing off. Jellyfish begin to break away from the core in various sizes. Small ones, the size of a basketball detach, but some of the larger ones are the size of great white sharks.
The armada begins to make its way to the three runners.

Croc sees the target and, roaring wordlessly into his comm unit, kicks off at a rapid speed towards the center- hoping to draw 'fire' as he goes, blades ready for defense. He squirts off a shot as he swims, but it goes wide, heading somewhere into the biomass, ripping through something nearby… and as he swims, the blade on his left hand pops out, ready to defend against any incoming attackers!

Dalton hovers in the water and just stares at the thing for a moment, he focuses his mind, trying to concentrate as he gathers mana energy to hurl a powerbolt at the creature. Once again his shamanic mask covers him as he throws the spell at the center eye, only to have it fizzle harmlessly

The armada of jellyfish swim— advancing ever closer. The attacking mass is now 35m out, providing fodder cover for the eye now.

Frankie's eyes widen. This is definitely not something you ever expect to see, even when you go in knowing what you're facing (roughly). Croc explodes away from the team and blows something up, Ghostfist follows suit by trying to take aim at something big. He fires once, only once, and watches in a mixture of horror and pride as the rocket-bullet hurtles past what he was aiming at.
Instead it hits the main jelly-mass and explodes with standard tremendous force enough to - in conjunction with Croc's wild shot - blow a roughly troll-sized hole in the mass. Go go gadget teamwork?!
Croc's gun falls away from his hand now, drifting on its sling, and his other paw comes up… and then, with a powerful stroke and mighty kick, he starts closing the distance even faster, swimming at incredible speeds right through the hole Franky Ghostfist just opened up for him, like a japanese army soldier charing the american lines… just, you know. From Belize, instead of japan. And underwater. And much more menacing!

Dalton shakes his head, this is not going well, he tries another tactic, switching to a stunbolt this time and grabbing the mana energy to throw at the creature, his shamanic mask covers him again, and once more, the spell becomes nothing.

Croc swims more faster as he continues to close the distance!

Dalton grits his teeth, and is just about ready to start randomly shooting the pistol, but maybe he can do something else. He focuses his mind at the jelly mass, calming himself and grabbing mana energy and shaping it into a powerful stunning explosion centered on the oncoming mass. This time, his spell goes off, blasting at the creatures and causing the mass to slow down considerably.

Although the majority of the biomass is heading towards Ghostfist and Dalton, three break off from the herd. They are large, fast jellyfish that swoop down upon the big guy and lash out with tentacles tipped with barbs as sharp and strong as shards of metal. In all three swoop down, inhibiting the man's advance and giving him a run for his money.

Croc whirls through the water as they approach. His recent struggles in the pits have helped him focus his art, but against so many opponents… he has to measure his strength. So he twists like a torpedo, slashing all around him, his attacks doing little but slowing the jellyceptors down… but that's what he wants, and he's shooting free of them, driving towards his target claws first like a… like a… like a thing that drives foreward hand-blades first! Papaya!

Things are now getting to the wire. Although Croc is right in front of the main 'Eye', the eye is still attached to a huge jellyfish with tentacles akin to a large octopus. Plus there are those 3 interceptors.
As for GF/Dalton, the attacking biomass is slowed, but still advancing and could literally engulf them.

*BOOM* *BOOM*

Mmmm. Gelatinous bits of attack mass rain down toward the lakebed after Ghostfist fires two rocket-bullets at the mass. Explosions rock the water and churn up some filth that sinks slowly toward the lakebed as quickly as it appeared - once the explosions have momentarily ceased - no doubt burying some of the jellyfish jello. Frankie bobs in the water, gripping his pistol tight.

Dalton is starting to get worried, cause he is just not good enough at magic to make a difference with this crowd, so he resorts to technology, raising the gyrojet pistol he fires at the mass as it closes in, the two rocket propelled bullets moving through the intervening water and exploding in little explosions agaist the wall of jellys

The Interceptors are not about to let Croc just swim on by and what not. They swim down and thrash down at him— aiming to lash him to death with thier tentacle-talons. The sounds down here are the worst part— sonic-screams.

Croc skates through the interceptors again, spinning once more- but his luck can't hold against those numbers. One gets ripped a little bit more apart, but the rest of their attacks make their way through- but croc's last line of defense, his body that just won't quit, holds him together- and while he's scratched, he's not yet even slowed.

Dalton figures he cant keep up with this pistol for long, and channels the mana energy again, throwing out another stunball into the biomass and causing even more slowing and stalling to the massive mob.

Dalton focuses again, throwing as much juice as he can behind the next stunball, just hoping to do some more damage to the armada before it reaches him, as always, his shamanic mask covers him, a black hood and cloak that blows as if caught in the wind.

«Plot» AdamLOG says, "Armada at 10M and 1/4th power."

The otherwise 'looming' force that is this biomass towards Dalton and Ghostfist is becoming a real threat now. It is reduced to a few dozen instead of a few hundred, but that is more than necessary. The sensors read the closest one at 10 meters out and closing… 9… 8… 7… seconds til impact.

Croc lets out one more roar as he nears his target, and then he's zooming in, plunging towards his enemy with both claws sweeping out in a flurry of blows. Now he's truly deployed into action, pawing his way through tentacles in an attempt to score a killing blow, in an attempt to end this madness!

With those deep, lasting slashes into the JellyKraken, a psychic scream goes out. Although Croc would only sense that as an annoying sonic squeal, GF and Dalton would feel it highly on the astral as well. They also see the effects of it in the Armada which stops dead in it's tracks. It begins to turn around, or what is left of it, to converge back onto the Hive Mind and onto Croc.

The interceptors swoop back down to protect the Hive Mind. At this point they are in bad shape from the psychic scream— but manage to get some hits on Croc as they surround him.
The backshot from Ghostfist takes a few of the Armada with it as it turns away.

Dalton gathers more mana energy, cause well damn if this aint working this time, he channels another stunball into the mass, letting the magical energies explode over the targets and do its damage.

Oh look. The armada is trying to pincer Croc. Ghostfist deems this unacceptable and opens fire again. The first shot rams right into the rear end of the Aramda, detonating with sufficient force to drop some of the smaller ones. As for the second shot… Well. Ghost only knows where it got t- Oh there it is. Exploding all the way up there. What the hell, Ghostfist?

The last blasts from Frankie and Dalton cause some biofeedback in the mental link. And here we thought they were just mindlessly blowing away a horde of jellyfish! The trauma suffered from that wound surge back across the mental link to the Hive mind.
In it's weakened state, crumples under it's own psychic weight, being deftly vulnerable and allowing Croc a window of oppertunity to finish it off. He takes this chance— being tangled in tentacles by the Mind's elite guards and forcing back against the steel-like grip to deliver a coup de grace to the kraken sized jellyfish.

A scream blasts out throughout the entire waters. Even the Shadowrunners, who were otherwise protected by an aural shielding from Adam, feel it going through the core of thier essense. The armada stops— floating lifelessly to the surface.

All that is left now is for the runners to regroup thierselves and return the Hive Mind back to Haven— which they do, Croc hauling it by one, long tentacle to home base.

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