Soundtrack wrote: I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips//I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list//I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit//The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit//The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit
TIME STAMP wrote:
//Time: <2245:30/2075-01-05> Combat round 1
//Weather: <Heavy Downpour, 5.6C, Wind SE 22kph, feels like 0C>
//Air Quality: <Moderate (Yellow), Precipitation pH 3>
Bushwack, Wraith, Mulpa and Shrike react quickly, taking decisive action, apparently informed by their professionalism and experience in the shadows.
Wraith is hampered somewhat by her lack of awareness of the invisible threats, but she is more than aware of the visible ones-two large and likely magical hounds steaming in the rain a few meters away. She makes herself small, reducing her signature with tech and skill. As she stalks off towards the target, no one shoots or attacks her. A good start.
Maybe Wraith sneaking away seemed like the least of anyone’s worries. There’s a brash troll antagonizing everyone. Nothing says “focus on me, I’m big and scary” like a troll with a cigar. It works too. One dogs area to cautiously move towards Bushwack. There’s a bit of a crackle in the air too, a sizzle maybe. The dogs eyes are flaring.
Nearby, Mulpa gets a solid fix on the opposing runner team. He can’t make out details through his goggles, but he has four targets clearly in view.
The other dog starts to circle the four runners as the begin moving towards the warehouse office.
Shrike breaks the tension with gunfire. He thought he spotted one of the invisible enemies, his burst of automatic weapon's fire grabs everyone's attention. He does not make contact, but his attack caused one of the opposition to drop his spell as he dives for cover. The newly revealed runner is dressed much like Shrike's team: black jumpsuit festooned with gear, head cover with goggles, tactical webbing and a small backpack, a full size battle rifle. Interestingly he was no where near Shrike's shots.
The wine continues to increase in pitch. Though the volume isn't unbearable, it is loud enough for everyone to hear. Now that he's not jacked into the Matrix, Tulpa recognizes the noise: a rotodrone's dual-rotating blades spinning up to lift off.
The token labeled Rifle Guy is the runner that popped into visibility from Shrike's shot, which was targeted at the red "x". The orange "x's" are the locations Mulpa identified as the other runners.
What are you doing?