"Who are you calling a Geek? Your details are a little short, like you."
Again I am glad that being subtle to fit in allows me to wear my armor in public and be ready for whatever live... or some soon to be chum poser... throws at you. Now first priority is cover until I get my Gloves ready...
Running to the middle break between the aisles, Mulpa pushes the discrete button to turn on his Shock Gloves and takes cover at the end of the aisle. Taking a second there to ready himself, Mulpa runs around the corner, 55kg of compact Dwarven muscle, and charges the Dwarven Shaman with knife hand to the bread basket.
He is going to have problems casting if he is having problems breathing.
Status: Lightly stunned (-1 modifier)
'The fuck? Who are these guys?' are Wraith's initial thoughts - the presence of flashbangs however, cause her to put that aside as she dives for cover behind a shelf. Buffeted by the shockwave, she considers the situation, peering through the cracks in the shelving. 'Three of them... wannabe runners? Is this a coincidence, or... some sort of set-up?'It goes like this: flash bang!
Goons leap inside, guns drawn (or spells powered up, whatever!). Goon 2 (with the AK) shouts, "Hey Stooby, what if they can't hear?" Stooby responds to Goon 2, "Shut up!" Goon 3 yells like an angry dwarf, and is almost audible over ringing ears: "Give us the geek and no one gets hurt! We saw her in come in here!"
>>I do not suppose anyone knows what they are talking about?<< the foxelf inquires over their channel, while at the same time drawing a Guardian heavy pistol; the one loaded with gel rounds. A blur of motion catches her attention as Shrike does his thing, leaving Wraith rather impressed. 'I'm really not happy with exchanging fire in a freaking Stuffer Shack, but wannabes are going to get people killed; its too bad I left my sword at home...'
Roll vs being found: Logic + Sleaze+ Programs- Running Silent: 17d6>4
”Alright Gents, this is what I know: The Warehouse seems to be running on an internal system, without an active outside connection. That means I either go in with you and hardwire in, Or I go through their security company… A one Aztechnology Security. I don’t know if that’s the best idea. Hold that thought… I have company.”
Tulpa focuses on his new friend. Who are you? Why do you want these cameras? He immediately ensures he is running dark before focusing all of his attention on his new target. He attempts to mark the new icon and then begin a trace if he manages to be successful in his hack on the fly, otherwise he attempts again.
Tulpa almost pauses his attempts to check the real world, but he stops. If I can just get a trace on this guy, Ill make sure Im safe. ”They seem to be interested in the Stuffers cameras; watch out, something might be happening. I am trying to get a trace on the target now.”
Tulpa wrote: ↑Mon Jan 11, 2021 9:56 am
“Good evening Shrike, welcome to the party. Just the same access I requested of Wraith. If I can be let into your Comms unit, I can actively record any and all inputs you have to a remote backup. It will also help if anyone like me tries to mess with your tech; I will be able to be there to fend them off. Or distract them.”
Tulpa will begin syncing all of the teams comms units with his, ensuring he has an active HUD filled with the teams Matrix imprints and firewalls. Once he gains access to a teams comms unit, he slaves it to his, so all traffic is being fed through his own firewall.
Shrike toggles his comm unit to accept Tulpa, as he picks up his snacks. Noting what the other three people are up to, he makes a mental note not to buy ice cream from this stuffer shack ever and probably worth checking any at the others.
Heading to the counter, Shrike's instincts immediately kick in as the glass shatters. Time immediately slows down from his perspective as he turns his head to see a flashpack hurtling through the window. His wired reflexes means he can react before it explodes and Shrike does a sliding dodge over the counter grabbing the server as he moves into cover.
"Stay down!" he tells the server as he whips out the Ares Predator from its concealed holster. He wasn't going to let any innocent or semi innocent civilians get hurt. He comes up into a high crouch, able to see over the counter, but still mostly covered. His military training kicks in as he gets to evaluate the three in split second each, smartlink feeding him information even through the light smoke. Leader, assault rifle or mage. First thing you do, geek the mage. Don't know the target, but this ain't a good hit. His Ares Predator spits out a round, the silencer reducing the sound of the shot.
Pass 2 -12 reaching into his holster, withdraws Ares Predator loaded with gel rounds
Pass 3 - 2 crouching behind the counter, he pops up and shoots the mage with his Ares Predator
defence 1 hit (should be enough to remove hit from grenades)
Shooting 4 hits, 8S +successful hits, 0AP, -2 limit to resist knockdown.
Initiative 11 + 2d6 = [roLL]2d6>4[/roll]
Free = CHANGE LINKED DEVICE MODE - start smartlink
Simple = switch perception
Complex = assensing = [roLL]13d6>4[/roll]
The eight foot tall human, yells towards the door, "Hey Chummer @Nathanial Deeogorge. Its been a long while since we last pushed you off the Rez. Where you been keeping yourself."
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Don't push me, 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
"It's okay Stooby, I got this," Joeby said, though he was staring at the ground, shifting his feet.TIME STAMP wrote: //Location:Tacoma/Seattle Metroplex/UCAS
//Time: <2221:30/2075-01-05> ROUND 2
//Weather: <Heavy Downpour, 5.6C, Wind SE 22kph, feels like 0C>
//Air Quality: <Moderate (Yellow), Precipitation pH 3>
"Damn well better. This is big time. This is us making it big. Don't screw this up by being a wimp," Stooby, who was much larger and full of bravado. Both are dressed like Barrens gang rats, but of no particular affiliation. Stooby shrugs on an armored jacket and racks his Predator with the grace learned form a trideo star. "You with a real deck and the mage we got, we're gonna impress these guys, and then big time. This is our shot. Nothin' can stop us. Got it, Joeby?"
"Right, I got it."
"Let's go find Crank, we've got us a geek to catch."
When things start to happen, and they happen fast, a wave of confusion passes over the goons faces. They expected a group of average joe customers in the store. People who would cower and give them what they wanted at the flash bangs and big guns. To be met instead by a fully armed, professional runner team was not even in the realm of imagination. To these guys, they were alphas. To find out in less than five seconds just how wrong that is, it is enough to make one panic.
Only one of the goons has the time to panic properly.
Secure in his giant toilet, Tulpa does what he does best, he sneaks around the matrix. It might piss some people off to realize their adversary is better equipped but inept. Those are conditions that Tulpa is faced with. He is able to quickly place two marks on the personal icon also sneaking around the Stuffer Shack's matrix. With the persona tagged, Tulpa locates the other hacker in meatspace: and lo! he's literally right next to the troll size port-a-pooper. He was more than likely the "thump" Tulpa heard a few seconds ago.
What separates a "real" runner from a wannabe? One thing is speed. Mulpa is fast, and rockets off through the goo towards the group of goons, unaffected by their flash bangs or intimidating entry. He's still covered in goo though.
Another thing that separates the real runner from the masses, a lack of pointless bravado. Displaying that and a seeming heroic streak, Shrike leaps out to the way to cover behind the desk. He hits lands with grace and pulls the helpless clerk to the ground. From the ground he notices a nice Defiance T-250 on a rack right under the counter. The clerk does not struggle and willingly lets himself be saved.
The speakers in the store crackle to life, a voice, brimming with pride, the pride of someone who just achieved something neither he or is peers expected him to accomplish. "Stooby, the geek is in the bathroom!"
Hearing the commotion inside, Gnat takes a moment while still on the outside to switch his perception modes. He sees one mage, powered up and ready to go. The mage is a dwarf, he is slightly less powerful than Gnat in terms of raw magic potential. He seems to have an addiction, and he's in bad shape over it.
That all happens in a nice simple, one two three. But as everyone else starts to react, it turns into a mess. Wraith shoots and hits, twice probably. Mulpa makes aggressive contact with the dwarf mage, seriously bringing the hurt. Behind the counter, Shrike draws his gun and prepares for the offense which he then perpetrates against the goon with the AK. Said Goon panics and fires a lot of bullets in the direction of poor Shrike, Mulpa and Vern. Bullets naturally tear through food stuffs and cheap consumer products. Green, sticky, fizzy powder explodes from overhead covering Shrike and Vern. It is kind of like Pop-Rocks, but it is reacting to the air and snapping and crackling. The powder seems to almost have an electrostatic charge and gets EVERYWHERE.
Even if the other goons are just goons, the dwarf might have real runner potential. He runs away. He throws out an at his feet while diving out the window. So now Gnat gets to see the Hare Shaman flop unceremoniously onto the street.
With the dwarf no longer in Sarge's sight, his spell affects the remaining two goons. Or maybe not both of them. While the goon with the Predator falls to the mind control spell, the goon with the AK, however, somehow manages to resist! Before falling to Sarge's spell, the goon shouts, "Joeby, get the geek!"
Mr AK is riddled with bullets from the large pistols carried by Shrike and Wraith. It's not pretty. While armor vest the goon is wearing absorbs a lot of the damage, there is no way anyone could survive that volley. He hangs like a puppet (ironic, he's not the puppet, that's the other goon!) for moment, almost like he's willing his body to move and dominate. But he fails, and falls to the ground, the assault rifle falling from his hands and skidding across the ice sheet towards the video games.
What do you do?
- Begin Intiative Round 2
- Post actions for all initiative passes
- Goon 2 is out/dead, Goon 1 is controlled by Sarge, Goon 3 is gone (unless you give chase)
- Green goo is -1 to physical dice pools
- Shrike is covered in weird electrostatic fizzing powder, -1 dice pool for anything requiring concentration
- Visibility: Light Smoke -1
- Map Grid is approx. 1m
- Red box is Bushwacker, Purple box is Gnat
Knowing now that the "Geek" they mean must be Tulpa, Mulpa gets ready to head back to the tweaked out Decker to save him from anyone else heading after him.
He communicates with the team "Sorry for being late to the party chummers, I spotted some 5-0 tailing me a block away and they seemed to want to book me for cruising while being Trog so I had to take it real slow..."
Bushwack's senses are honed by a lifetime on the streets and he thinks he saw a shadow cast by somebody behind the industrial toilet from the tacky neon cast by the Stuffer Shack front, he swerves to his right and approaches slowly to take a closer look.
He activates his spurs with a free action. It cost him a pretty penny to make those spurs look like a bear claw but in the shadows style is not everything; its the only thing
If he spots somebody he drives over there intending to blind them with his headlights
If he doesn't spot anybody he takes an easy left turn and takes the Trollhammer through the ajar door
If there is somebody hiding behind the toilet Bushwack, hmm Bushwacks him/her a non-lethal(sweep) clothesline from his cyberspur (defender has -1 dice, troll reach). He packs a wallop
If he took the other path he he continues to drive through the shop