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Rolled 5, 4, 4, 5, 1, 5, 2, 3, 6, 2, 6, 4, 4, 5 = 56 (14d6)

Previous Thread: >>>2794273

Archives: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Shadowrun%20AU%20Quest

Character sheet: https://pastebin.com/q9VVbFKf

Gear: https://pastebin.com/mkAsN7ez


Previously on Shadowrun AU...

You are William Grimm, Human Adept and recently baptized as "Fenris". You've recently arrived in Seattle after a six month stint on a smuggling/fishing trawler, the Pacific Dawn when you were apprehended by Seattle's Knights Errant. Accused of armed robbery you definitely did not commit, you were thrown into a cell alongside three of your "accomplices". Jules "Mercury" Crowley, motormouth extraordinaire and Shaman. SS, self-proclaimed best rigger in all of West Coast and owner of Brynhildr, a heavily modified GMC Bulldog. And last but not least, a mysterious, lithe redhead who call herself 'Mustang', who can also vault 12 feet and you suspect to be another Adept like yourself.

You met the Johnson in a dive-bar in the Redmond Barrens. He gave you the skinny, a milkrun retrieving a commlink from Oxycode, a small-time drug dealer, part-time pimp, and overall street scum. Barring an incident involving de-jawing a ghoul and cracking some skulls, it went pretty smoothly. In a night, you've made some nice nuyen, grave-robbed Oxycode's gun and extra commlink, and Crowley brought you all to Penumbra Station to celebrate.


>Cont.

Small strawpoll to see what should you refer Crowley as: https://www.strawpoll.me/16262188
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Missing second paragraph

Soon after, all of you were sprung by an attorney, Ms. Annabeth "Imaginary" Goldsmith on bail. She explains that a certain client of hers is requesting assistant on a job, but her usual help were unavailable. Sensing a set-up, you decide to leave at the mention of Goldsmith's law firm, Wolfram & Hart. She however, managed to draw you back in at the mention of Gabriel, which left you in a foul mood. Your newfound companion, Crowley convinces you to play along for now. And so you all head out to the meeting Goldsmith arranged with Mr. Johnson.

>Cont.
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>>2803754
You wake up drenched in sweat on a king-sized water bed. As your hand clenches the silk sheets, you try to slow down your hyperventilation. The memory of your nightmare still remained the same as before in the S O Ybucks; A jungle on fire, people screaming, and a glowing Valkyrie at the end.

As you calm down, you look around the room you're in. It has what you assume is real wooden furniture, a closet with one of its doors askew, and very stained velvet loveseat. Definitely well above a mid-management's wage-slave means. It looked like a rampaging para-critter was passing through. You can hear the sounds of hot water splashing and a woman humming from behind one of the ceiling-tall doors, most likely the bathroom.

Wat do?
>Try to remember what happened last night.[Memory Test]
>Grab your scattered gear and try to sneak out
>Write-In
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>>2803760
>Try to remember what happened last night.[Memory Test]
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>>2803760
>>Try to remember what happened last night.[Memory Test]
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>>2803776
>>2803794
>Roll 5d6(Max Hits: 4)(Threshold: 2), Bo3
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Rolled 1, 3, 2, 1, 5 = 12 (5d6)

>>2803798
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Rolled 1, 4, 6, 4, 5 = 20 (5d6)

>>2803798
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Rolled 6, 1, 5, 3, 6 = 21 (5d6)

>>2803798
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Rolled 3, 2, 3, 6, 2 = 16 (5d6)

>>2803798
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>>2803799
1 hit

>>2803811
2 hits

>>2803815
3 hits

>Success! [3v2]
Writan
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You wrack your head about what happened last night.

You remember heading to a club called Penumbra Station with the crew.

You remember seeing Crowley greeting, getting punched, and a full frenching from the bartender there.

You also remember Crowley handing you mugs and shots whenever the glass goes empty.

The last thing you remember is flirting with someone and barely got into a Gridcab with said person.

What do?
>Wait for the person to come out and look around for a bit
>Grab your gear which is scattered all over the place
>Find your commlink and call someone
>Write-In
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>>2803823
>Grab your gear which is scattered all over the place
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>>2803823
>Wait for the person to come out and look around for a bit

No need to be an asshole
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>>2803823
>>Grab your gear which is scattered all over the place
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>>2803823
>Grab your shit as you wait for the other occupant of the room to come out
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>>2803862
this
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>>2803862
Changing to this, I thought the grab things was an option to bail. Damn my iliteracy. We would want to take a bath too, probably
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>>2803862
Changing to this, I hadn't meant to bail when I said to grab our gear.
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>>2803862
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>>2803844
>>2803859
>>2803861
>>2803862
>>2803865
>>2803872
>>2803873
>>2803876
Consensus is to grab your shit as you wait for the other occupant of the room to come out

Writan.
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File deleted.
You decide to collect your gear while waiting. You also think that you definitely need a shower too, but you don't want to startle whomever's in the shower.

As you pick up your stuff, you began to see a pattern of it. It was mostly tossed when you were undressing and you remember only taking your sidearm and knife when you left for Penumbra. The living room is less of a mess than the bedroom, but it's definitely lived in and you can see a couple of scuff marks on the furniture and someone's ammo belt hanging on a the ceiling fan.

Your commlink displays a time and date, 1725, March 4th, 2075. Your contact list is a lot longer now, with your newfound crew and a few unfamiliar names added to it. You also saw that someone must have taken a few pictures, showing that you all definitely threw a wild party.

As you looked through your commlink, the sound of hot water stops and a very tanned Formori Troll walks out of the bathroom. After rubbing her hair with a towel, she looks surprised at you being awake but quickly recovers. She strides over to you and smiles, "Afternoon, lover." She then plants a big wet kiss on your lips.

Uh....what do?
>Return the favor. Aggressively
>Keep it brief.
>Write-In
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>>2804016
I think you can get banned for that pic
>Return the favor. Aggressively
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>>2804019
He can.
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>>2804019
>>2804020
Party poopers
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>>2804025
Don’t want you getting b& chummer.
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>>2804016
>Return the favor. Aggressively
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>>2804025
Now I didn't get to see the pic, spoiler it man

Return the favor I guess


Also, what's a Formori?
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>>2804037
Or put it on a 3rd party image site in a link
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>>2804037
>>2804042
https://i.imgur.com/2nympSXg.png

TL;DR A Formori is a Troll variant who's slightly shorter and doesn't have the dermal armor the other Trolls have.
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>>2804056
It's also NSFW, so beware.
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>>2804037
>what's a Formori?
Celtic Troll variant, no dermal armor and generally considered more pleasant looking than normal Trolls.
tl;dr sexy Irish Troll girl.
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>>2804056
Yeah, definetly return thw favor
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>>2804016
>Return the favor. Aggressively
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>>2804016
>>2804056
Oh DREK yes!
>Go for it boi
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>>2804019
>>2804034
>>2804037
A surprise ambush on you, to be sure. But as they say, the best defense is overwhelming offense. Her eyes widen at your intensity. A few seconds later, she slackens and begins to get into it.

Despite being a foot taller and more, you began to slightly push her down into the sofa. After a pleasurable minute or fifteen, you let up, the only reason being that you're out of breath. She too gasps for air, her cybernetic arms stroking through your hair. "Down, boy," she says."If you were wide awake, ya shud've join me ta have a shower, luv."

"I didn't want to startle you," you answer.

She giggles, "Aww, ya won't. Silly, boy. Ya wee Elf friend says he'll be picking you up attabout 6ish." Spouting a big, toothy grin, she asks "Ready for round two?"

Wat do?
>"Woof!"
>"Regrettably, duty calls."
>Write-In
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>>2804114
>"Regrettably, duty calls."
But make sure to give her our number.
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>>2804114
>>"Woof!"
Not like we have anything else to do
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>>2804114
Let the dice decide my choice.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2804114
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>>2804114
>"Woof!"
Still got time.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2804125
>>2804163
1

>>2804124
>>2804141
2

Rolling
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>>2804114
No dice

Woof time
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"Woof!" was the last thing you barked before you were buried underneath 500lbs of muscle, cyberware, and delicious curves in the right places.

Much, much later

It was 6.30pm when you finally came down to the lobby, spouting several love bites around your neck and collarbone. You see Crowley's lighting up a cigarette and judging by the ashtray next to him, he's been here quite awhile.

"Sorry, I lost track of time." You apologized as you approach him.

He looks up at you, "Naw, no worries mate. You were having a great time with Boudi, I presume?"

What say?
>Acknowledge
>Deny
>"About last night..."
>"Where are we heading?"
>Write-In
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>>2804224
>"Where are we heading?"

The gentlemen option, we don't coment
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>>2804224
>"Where are we heading?"
Nothing from last night is on the Matrix, though, is it?
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>>2804224
>Write-In
"A gentleman never asks and a lady never tells. Where are we heading?"
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>>2804240
>>2804276
>>2804278
>A gentleman does not kiss and tell.
Writan.
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A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, so you try to deflect. "Where we headed?" Yo ask.

Crowley takes a long drag before putting out his cigarette. "Renton, mate. It's a place, courtesy of a...shall we say very grateful lady friend." He starts heading for the exit and you catch up. "Mustang and SS are already there. We're going to decide how to sell the extra commlink we picked up from yesterday's last run."

'Oh, before I forget," Crowley rifles through his pockets before taking out a paper wrapped credstick. He then tosses it to you, "Last night's bill and your credstick. You went pretty wild right at the end, so it might be higher than expected. I'll get us a cab." He speeds up, almost in haste.

You open the receipt. Alongside a pretty staggering amount of alcohol you bought, there was also damages listed in it, which includes stage repairs and a broken mic stand.

Penumbra Bill Nightclub Total Cost: -5,933¥

What do?
>"Crowley, you English fucking Keebler!"
>"What the hell happen last night?!"
>Write-In
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>>2804368
>"Crowley, you English fucking Keebler!"
>"What the hell happen last night?!"


Both, angry questioning.

Well, at least we relived one memory from last night
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>>2804368
>"What the hell happen last night?!"
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>>2804368
>"What the hell happen last night?!"
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>>2804382
>>2804384
>>2804397
Writan.
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"CROWLEY, YOU ENGLISH FUCKING KEEBLER! WHAT THE HELLS HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!" Not caring about the stares you gained, you chase after Crowley.

= = Thirty Minutes Later = =

Mysterious objects, no matter how small, have a certain gravity, like tiny, super-dense planets. They have a way of drawing the eye, and drawing the hand. This is certainly true of the matte black, lime-green trimmed Hermes Ikon commlink sitting on top of the hefty, s o y kaf-stained kitchen counter. Even the least tech savvy of you have been tempted to pick it up, fidget with it, try to understand its mysteries. Not just out of idle curiosity—Mr. Johnson said it might be valuable, but not to him. That means it might be valuable and dangerous, a combination that makes you want to turn into a way to creds, and fast. The first step is finding a buyer. But how?

You bring a hand towards your face, trying to sooth your bruised jaw. Crowley on the hand, has placed an icebag over his left shiner, a little mark you're proud of. SS is groaning, clutching his gut, courtesy of laughing too loud at the sight of you and Crowley the aftermath of the fight you had once you've reached, and then getting a gut punch from Mustang for disturbing her meditation.

"So, any ideas?" You ask.

Coming out of his little private grumble, "I could reach out to my contacts. Some of them could check it out, though it might cost a little."

"Any other ideas?" You reply. Crowley justified last night expenses to you from the amount of contacts you've made. Still though, you're a little sore from the amount you spent.

SS goes for his s o y kaf, "We could go to Crime Mall in Puyallup. Someone there might be able to take a crack at it."

Mustang just shrugs. You get the feeling she hasn't spend enough time in Seattle prior to this to have contacts.

What do?
>"Crowley, check out your contacts. And any payment incurred is on you."
>"We'll go with SS' idea. Someone's surely interested in it."
>Check the Ikon again.
>Write-In

Taking a break. II'm highly encourage for anons to write in any suggestions
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>>2804488
>"We'll go with SS' idea. Someone's surely interested in it."
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>>2804488
>I highly encourage anons to write in suggestions
20 years of schooling and I still write like a first grader. Kill me pls.
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>>2804488
Check our contacts, we made a bunxh last night
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>>2804488
I guess "Tiga", our contact, wouldn't be interested in it, would he?
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>>2804541
>I guess "Tiga", our contact, wouldn't be interested in it, would he?
You don't know. But he does seem pretty wired into the underworld, considering he got you most of your current gear without a hassle.
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>>2804554
Let's survey our new contacts. If the know someone who knows someone.

If we come out empty handed we can try Crowley's
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>>2804558
Another idea is to check the conlink's contacts and see what info we can dig up on them and if they would be interested in having the link
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>>2804554
It's worth a call I guess
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>>2804554
>>2804558
>>2804561
these
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You decide to check through your own commlink's address book to see if there's any worthwhile contacts.


- "Tiga" Solomon
- "Imaginary" Annie
- "Mercury"
- "Mustang"
- "SS"
- "Boudi"
- Nyssa Hallas
- 'Hard Case"
- "Red Stare"
- "Lancer"
- "Wetterfrosch"
- Rex Simmons


You re-check the Ikon's address book, it still show the same gibberish you saw last night.


- 7RCCvmOn6Yscna
- XUHw5LrdhdOpqV
- rlytx9d4FAqcL9
- clyqNywKDp6ry0
- 9g9fouyTDstsPm
- ZZxnwGxWi3cyyr
- hpdRmE3fdcxSNO
- pQb6mOZzNrIlWF
- IimvBplhxTYy8A
- CEp8IGYGrU4jJH
- 4uZtrkAsYgD2Rw
- QVYYIAyWWgB2j5


What next?
>Call one of your own contacts. [Choose one]
>Try calling one of the other contacts. [Choose one]
>Write-In
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>>2804993
Call Tiga, if he isn't interested he may know someone who is
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>>2804993
Call up Tiga, find out if he's either interested or knows someone who is.
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>>2805006
>>2805011
these
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>>2805006
>>2805011
>>2805033
>Calling "Tiga".

Writan.
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>>2803747
REEEEEE!
>Not putting new link in old thread or letting anyone know your making a new one!

Old threads gonna still be on board for like another week man.
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Tiga might be of help in this, you thought.

As you thumb the call button on your commlink, you see Crowley and SS debating on the merits of using contacts or blind-running at Crime Hall. Mustang on the other hand, goes to the living hall and performs a sword kata.

A few moments later, your call connects.

"Oye, mi beratna Grimm!" A plump Oni wearing a tacky Hawaiian shirt answers with a smile. "Or is to nem Fenris now?"

"Nem mi still Grimm to you, mi komeng." you answer. "Listen, Tiga. I need a favor."

"Ha, come to mi kapawu! You know the pelésh and mi take out da rowm. Bring a kopeng along, ya? Mi want see keting tor kopeng are."

"No worries, see you soon and taki taki, Tiga," you reply.

"Im ta nating, beratna Grimm." And line goes dead.

Who do you bring?[only one can be brought along]
>Crowley
>Mustang
>SS
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>>2805093
Mustang
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>>2805093
>Crowley

To negotiate
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

I'll roll

a 1 for mustang so we can try and finally talk with her

a 2 for Crowley to talk the ears off of other people
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>>2805093
>Crowley
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2805144
>>2805238
1

>>2805122
>>2805177
2

>Rollin
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You're thinking of bringing Mustang along. You'd like to know her better since she has revealed very little beside being very, very good with a blade.

"I know a guy." You say aloud, "I think he can help us identify what makes this commlink potentially valuable. And I'm bringing Mustang as backup." You turn towards her in the living hall, "You don't mind, do you?"

Mustang sheaths her katana and just nods. She then proceeds towards the main doors.

"Is she always like this?" You give Crowley a puzzled look

He replies, "As far as I know, yes. Probably the reason why I heard she's never last long in a crew. It's your call. Meanwhile, I'm gonna hit my contacts either way to see whether Oxycode knows anything at all."

"And I'm heading to Puyallup either way. Gonna find a new accessories for Brynhildr." Interjects SS.

You nod and stand up. "Alright, omae. We'll meet back here again before midnight. Call if anything comes up or goes wrong, omae."

"Teaching your grandpa to suck eggs now, innit mate?" teases Crowley as you walk towards the exit.

SS interrupts your reply, "He's trying to say you're old, ya English pix. Old man like you should take it easy."

You leave the house right as the argument between the two explodes again.

>Cont.
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>>2805291
I'm torn.
On the one hand Mustang trips my "quiet, probably deeply traumatized, sword girl" fetish.
On the other hand, we're already fucking Boudi and Fomorians are inherently way fucking hot.
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Nice.
Source? RIS ain't giving me shit.
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>>2805349
>RIS ain't giving me shit
What?
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>>2805356
He's probably asking about the image of Boudi.
If he is then RIS would be reverse image search.
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>>2805381
Ah. Then source is https://imgur.com/a/jtTIkF7 Don't fap too hard. You'll poke your eye out.
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= = One Hour later = =

The ride from Renton to Everett was awkward to say the least. Mustang stayed silent through and through. And the cab driver who took the silent tension to talk about rogue UCSA generals working for the Azzies against Amazonia. You almost release a sigh of relief when you finally arrived.

As the cab drives off, you look at Mustang a little closer this time. She's pretty tall for a norm, with her red hair, fair skin, and lithe body frame. You'd never suspect that she would be able to vault twelve feet into the air just using a wall as a base. Noticing you staring, Mustang looks at you in askance.

"...Right...Umm...This way" you stammer out. You quickly turned on your heels and walk straight to the nearby docks. As you do so, Mustang catches up, matching your pace and following your lead.

Trying to break the silence, you ask, "So...you like blades huh?"

"No need for bullets." She says softly. You almost didn't catch it, and slightly surprised that she spoke two more words than she did last night. She then flows ahead of you and shows you a Combat Knife, "Your blade." You unconsciously reached for your own, and then realized that it's not there and she's holding it.

"Too unbalanced." She twirls the knife in a spectacular 8 figure, "Better for stabs & cuts." And she hands you back your Combat Knife.

"You must really like blades then." You say as you sheath your knife. "You didn't speak as much previously."

"No, not shy." Mustang replies as she retakes her position by your side. "Just don't trust Crowley"

You turn your head towards her, "What's that supposed to..." "Mi beratna Grimm!"

You hear a loud, familiar voice interrupts you before a pair of arms wrapped around you and lifts you into the air.

>Cont.
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>>2805452
"Tiga" Solomon, Red Oni and benefactor has you in a iron hug.

"Arrgh, let me down!" You forgot how much his hugs hurts.

Letting go, you drop unsteadily to your feet. Tiga stands another four inches above you, his large portly stature hiding several hundred pounds of muscle behind his fat. "Kewe kowlting ando go, koyo? You know how much mi miss mi best worker and beratna, Grimm?" He says with a grin.

Massaging your ribs, you steady yourself. "You know how much that hurts, Tiga."

"Haha!" He laughs, "If it is not love, that it will not hurt, na?" He then notices Mustang, "And kemang is this lovely sésata, beratna?"

"Mustang, meet Tiga, Captain of the Pacific Dawn" You say. "Tiga, meet Mustang, Blade expert."

"It is an honor to meet any komeng of Grimm" Tiga says as he extends for a handshake. Mustang returns it. "Come, come," He says, "the cold docks of Seattle are no pelésh for close komeng."

>Cont.
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>>2805476

Several minutes later, you're in the captain's quarters of the Pacific Dawn.

Tiga hands you and Mustang a steaming cup each, "Mi personal receipe for kaf grog," he says "Gut for cold naux at sea."

"So..." Tiga says as he sat down on one of the bolted down chairs. "To mention to need a favor?"

"We need to know what's on this thing, mi komeng." You say as you toss the commlink to Tiga. "It's very important that we know what's on it."

"Hmmm..." Tiga fiddles with the commlink. "Not entirely impossible, but mi going to need at least an hour to crack this, beratna."

You reply, "No problem. Just let us know when you're done."

"Gut. Now mi have small problem too, could you do mi favor too?"

What say?
>Agree
>Disagree
>Ask for details
>Write-In
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>>2805505
>>Ask for details
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>>2805505
>Ask for details
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>>2805505
Agree
And we call it even
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>>2805385
BLEH! No dick on this one!

>Just don't trust Crowley
His name is (((Crowley))), we work for magic bs assholes. Just saying.

>>2805505
>Ask for details
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>>2805505
>Agree
Sure, this guy looks on a level. We can trust this overly friendly boyo.
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>>2805539
>>2805569
>>2805570
>>2805656
>>2805698
Writan
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"Give us the deets," you asked.

Tiga sighs, "Manatu is still missing."

"Good riddance. Anything else?" You immediately reply.

"Beratna! How could you? He is your komeng!" exclaims Tiga in anguish"

"Friend? Lil bastard tried to bleed me dry!" Memories of weeks of torments comes to mind, culminating in Tiga having to separate you from Manatu.

"Don't say it like that, beratna. Manatu cares about you. If he didn't, he wouldn't have bothered at all." chides Tiga.

"Couldn't you get your men to do it?" You ask.

"Na, beratna. They already went home to their families. Mi cannot tear them away from their precious time with their family. Besides, Manatu would not care to respond to any of them."

You thought about it awhile.

"...Toss in two bottles of your rowm. Your private stock, mind you. And you owe me one."

"You drive a hard bargain, beratna. A hard but fair one. You can pick up the rowm once you're back, ke? Tiga spits into his hand and extends it.

"Done." you say as you do the same and shakes his hand.

"Last time I saw him, he was by the beach by the docks, beratna."

You gesture towards Mustang to leave as well. Once you're out on the main deck, Mustang looks at you puzzled.

You take a deep breath, "Manatu is murder on wings. Delights in stealing the crew's lunch, especially if it's Special Saturday when we get special fare." You sigh heavily, "We need to buy some bait to lure him out. Don't look him in his eye, else he'll try to gouge it out."

As you walk down the gangway, you remembered one crucial detail, "Oh, before I forget to tell, Manatu is a great, dirty, thievin', sadistic, albino Stormcrow."

>Roll 11d6 for Perception test, Bo3
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Rolled 4, 1, 3, 6, 4, 5, 4, 1, 6, 2, 6 = 42 (11d6)

>>2805337
Boudi best girl at the moment omae, let's see how things go
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Rolled 6, 5, 2, 5, 1, 6, 4, 2, 6, 6, 5 = 48 (11d6)

>>2805731
>>
>>2805731
>>
Rolled 3, 5, 1, 3, 5, 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 5 = 37 (11d6)

>>2805771
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>>2805752
>>2805761
>>2805773
>7 Hits! (Max Phys Limit: 6)

= = Ten Minutes Later = =
"Maanaatu! Come out you drekk-stained bird!" You feel ridiculous waving a rat-on-a-stick at night on a beach. Mustang's however isn't phased by this, even making waving said stick and imitating a crow call graceful and beautiful by comparison.

>Roll another 11d6 Perception test, Bo3
>>
>>2805731
Oh boy, time to catch a bird
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Rolled 6, 5, 4, 3, 5, 2, 2, 6, 5, 3, 5 = 46 (11d6)

>>2805785
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>>2805785
Man, I'm loving this quest already I'm super hopeful that it doesn't get flaked
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Rolled 2, 4, 1, 4, 3, 4, 4, 5, 4, 6, 2 = 39 (11d6)

>>2805785
CRITICAL GLITCH GO!!!!
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Rolled 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 1, 4, 5, 3, 2, 5 = 35 (11d6)

>>2805785
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>>2805791
Does this pass?
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>>2805808
six hits, I bet it does
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>>2805817
Cool
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>>2805791
6 Hits
>>2805792
Don't tempt the Murphy Gods


>>2805796
2 Hits
RNGesus giveth, RNGesus taketh aways

>>2805801
3 Hits

>Success!

= =Ten More Minutes Later= =

Despite enjoying the sea breeze and the "sights", you can't quite take the pitying gazes of some of the harbor restaurant patrons that they are giving you. Fortunately, you heard the faint and familiar squawking nearby. You whistled at Mustang and heads towards the source.

In an alleyway you can see a violently shaking devil rat cage, with a familiar pale white ball of fat stuck in the entrance. The source of the panicking and painful squawking, Manatu evidently got himself into quite a pickle. Especially with a small person swearing while trying to pull him out by the leg.

>Cont.
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>>2805823
Cute birds
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>>2805823
As you approach closer, the small person jumps deeper into the alley while grabbing the cage, turning to face you both.

"Hissss...Wyatt's!" A small high pitch voice rings out, coming from a child with cat ears poking out of their raven-black hair, them clutching tightly onto the cage and jostling Manatu. You can't tell whether the child's a boy or a girl.

"Hey now, Wyatt. We don't want to trouble you. That drekk-stained bird belongs to a good friend of mine. Now fun at it is to watch you cook that bloody piece of drek, I still gonna need it in one piece. " You say, adding, "Missing one or twenty feathers."

Wyatt still doesn't budge and continues to hiss at you.

Wat do?
>Try to pay her for the bird
>Try to barter the food you have for the bird
>Write-In
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>>2805836
>Try to barter the food you have for the bird
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>>2805836
>>Try to barter the food you have for the bird
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>>2805836
>Try to barter the food you have for the bird

Aaaarg! Catgirls! Can we just shoot it?
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>>2805836
>Barter with the food you have
Maybe it wants some milk
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>>2805840
It's a kid you bloodthirsty monster.

>>2805838
>>2805839
>>2805840
>Roll 7d6 (Neg+CHA test), Bo3
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Rolled 2, 4, 6, 6, 1, 3, 6 = 28 (7d6)

>>2805843
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Rolled 5, 2, 5, 1, 2, 6, 2 = 23 (7d6)

>>2805843
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>>2805843
>>2805840
Well, if the bartering goes wrong we may have to dropkick it
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>>2805847
Hopefully it doesn't come to that, anon who is also me
>>2805843
Every time I see Shadowrun I'm reminded of this
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Rolled 1, 6, 2, 1, 5, 3, 3 = 21 (7d6)

>>2805843
>>2805843
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Rolled 5, 4, 4, 6, 2, 5, 1 = 27 (7d6)

>>2805843
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>>2805845
3 Hits

>>2805846
3 Hits

>>2805854
2 Hits

>No Success [3v6]

You notice that despite them hissing, their eyes are constantly locked on to your rat-on-a-stick. You test that theory by moving it slowly left and right, and is vindicated by their head following the stick and a slightly drool coming from their mouth.

"Hey, how about we make a barter? That fuzzball for this." You wiggle the stick in front of them. Wyatt was dazed for awhile. and then quickly shake it off.

The cat shapeshifter opens their free hand to you.

They want extra, you thought. "Ok, you want 5 sticks more?"

They shake their head and rub their fingers together.

"50¥?" You ask. They still don't budge.

"500¥??" You ask incredulously. The shapeshifter frantically bobs their head up and down.

Wat do?
>Pay them [2 rat-on-a-sticks + 500¥]
>Try to negotiate
>Write-In
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>>2805862
>Try to negotiate
200¥
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>>2805862
500 bucks?!? For THAT money, we can buy a NEW bird, for fucks sake! That kind of money can keep kid fed and warm for a month, at least.
>Try to negotiate.
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>>2805862
>Negotiate
No damn way, we looted a corpse for this money
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>>2805865
>>2805866
>>2805870
>Trying to negotiate
>Roll 5d6 [Neg+CHA test], Bo3
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Rolled 4, 3, 5, 2, 1 = 15 (5d6)

>>2805872
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>>2805862
200 and no bullet in your brain, how's that sound?

Fucking alley cats, I should getva dog
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Rolled 6, 1, 1, 6, 6 = 20 (5d6)

>>2805872
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Rolled 3, 4, 6, 2, 3 = 18 (5d6)

>>2805872
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Rolled 1, 6, 5, 6, 6 = 24 (5d6)

>>2805872
Oh boy, I hope we will not fail this roll. I don’t wanna adopt or kill a kid this early in a Shadowrun quest.
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Rolled 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 2, 4, 1, 5, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 1, 2, 4, 3 = 63 (18d6)

>>2805874
Bad idea, omae. You're in a semi-busy area and you don't have a silenced gun.

>>2805873
1 Hit

>>2805876
3 Hit

>>2805877
1 Hit

>No Success: (3v4)
Roll 13d6 [Dodge Test], First to Roll.
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Rolled 6, 5, 6, 6, 5, 5, 3, 4, 6, 1, 5, 3, 2 = 57 (13d6)

>>2805883
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Rolled 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 4, 5, 5, 4, 4, 2, 6, 2 = 45 (13d6)

>>2805883
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Rolled 2, 3, 5, 3, 3, 3, 6, 5, 1, 4, 5, 1, 2 = 43 (13d6)

>>2805884
7 Hits [Max Limit: 6]

>>2805883
5 hits
>Wyatt rerolling with Edge
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>>2805884
>>2805886
>Draw! [6v6]
Writan
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>>2805883
We are Fenris man, cats are bad business.

Wait? Is it attackimg us? That's it, we are de-jawing this cat!


I'm not really serious about killing the cat....yet.
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>>2805886
Wait. The Edge?!
Oh shit, she is a street level runner, isn’t she? Or I set it wrong and not only PCs got an Edge in a system?
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>>2805887
Can you explain this edge business? I didn't get how he got the 6
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>>2805893
Basically, the Edge is a Deus Ex Machina stuff - you can reroll bad stuff, escape death with it and generally be a bad ass.
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>>2805891
Yeah, all named characters have access to Edge.

>>2805893
Wyatt had 5 hits out of 18, spent Edge to re-roll all dices that fail to hit.. That's 13d6 to re-roll and not suppose to have limits. Oh well, your lucky day.
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>>2805893
Also, a draw favors the defender right? I bet this little shit is trying to run with our credstick
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>>2805898
>Wyatt failed all of his rerolls except one
>Sweet goblinoid Jesus we're lucky
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>>2805901
A hit is either 5 or 6. You're lucky I forgot that Edge spending has no limits.
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>>2805902
Still, lucky
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The moral of a story: Never ever take a “please save my pet TT_TT” jobs. They are like Dragon’s jobs but much, much worse and much more embarrassing.
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You don't really like spending 500¥ on a stupid drekking bird, dear though it is to your friend.

"Look, kiddo. That drekkin' bird's not worth that much to me. How about in addition to my friend's stick, I'll give you 200¥? Deal?" You ask.

Suddenly, your vision's filled with with cage said drekkin' bird cawing indignantly at you.

You immediately dodge while bending over backwards, barely missing it, and smelling bird drek.

As you stand up again, you look around for that drekking cat, ready to kick their ass. You see them hiding behind Mustang's leg chewing on two rat-on-a-sticks, while Mustang is holding her hand to her mouth, barely holding in her laughter. Which sounds like spring rain to you.

Meanwhile, Manatu is cawking like mad and shaking all around.

Wat do?
>Just cut your losses and bring Manatu back
>Try to recover your image
>Write-In
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>>2805915
>Just cut your losses and bring Manatu back
Drekking cat, filthy sack of para-critters mangy little bastard
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>>2805915
>Just cut your losses and bring Manatu back
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>>2805915
>>Just cut your losses and bring Manatu back
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>>2805915
>Cut losses, take bird
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>>2805915
This assholes albino cloaca better be worth it
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>>2805924
>>2805925
>>2805928
>>2805930

"Drekking cat, filthy sack of para-critters, mangy little bastard...", you mutter under your breath. Salvaging what's left of your dignity, you dust yourself off, checking for any bird drek on you (and finding none), picked up the cage and a shrilling Manatu, you stride back to the docks.

= =Gained Key Items!= =
01x Cat Shapeshifter
01x Drekk-stained, moronic, greedy, fat ass Stormcrow

= =Losses= =
13x Dignity
02x Rat-on-a-stick


Tiga wasn't there when you arrived, so Mustang dragged you by your jacket collar to a nearby Stuffer Shack to wait with both Manatu and Wyatt in tow.

= =Thirty Minutes Later= =[/i]

You're sitting by the open air tables, with Wyatt purring with a full belly on Mustang's lap while Manatu snoring from the leftovers he had been given. The smog isn't so heavy by the sea, and if you can squint as hard as you can, you might see a star or two in the night sky.

Your commlinks starts to ring. Picking it up, you see Tiga calling you. "Oye, Tiga. Good news, we found Manatu."

"She she taki taki, beratna! But mi pensa there be bad news." Tiga replies.

"Yeah bad news is the bastard's still alive, and well-fed I might add."

"Ha! Don't scare mi like that, beratna."

"How about that commlink?"

Tiga turns uncharacteristically serious, "We better speak in private, mi kopeng. To na idea keting to got into."

>Roll 1d6, 3 sets of 1d7, and 1d8 separately. First to rolls. Same fagging allowed but in a different post.
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>>2805915
So, what can we actually buy with Karma
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Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>2805942
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Rolled 6 (1d8)

>>2805942
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Rolled 4 (1d7)

>>2805942
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Rolled 2 (1d7)

>>2805942
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>>2805944
Save enough, you can buy edge independently at the end of a run.

To increase skills and attributes, you'll need to sign up for courses or participate in events during long downtime periods (minimum length: 1 week)

Usually you'll get to vote what such events were before the start of each episode.
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Rolled 3 (1d7)

>>2805942
Throw something harmless on the cat, like a paper wrap or a plastic cup, it's too full of himself, antagonize it further!
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>>2805953
Also, you can turn in karma in exchange for cash, with an exchange ration of 1 : 2,000¥ (Max: 10,000¥)
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>>2805954
Herself* just realized it's more like a girl from the picture
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>>2805945
1/6
>>2805946
6/8
>>2805948
>>2805950
>>2805954
(4,2,3)/7
Writan

>>2805954
No! Bad omae! Cats are for petting
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>>2805953
>>2805956
Cool, I hope we can get a cool skill soon then
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>>2805960
I'm just acting like a dog omae. I mean, we are called Fenris and our mating call was literally a "Woof!"

Antagonize the furball!
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>>2805964
>Inb4 we're a dog changeling that got genemodded into looking like a human
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>>2805964
Speaking of which, we need to give that formoroi a call
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>>2805976
I was planing to call her and ask f she knows who are the other contacts we made. We met them on the same night as her and I don't want to call those people and start the conversation with
"Hey, who the fuck are you again?"


Also, the mysterious silent knifeweilding magic girl gave us the Fenris name, she sensed that dog spirit was strong in us.
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>>2805981
Probably a solid plan
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>>2805960
Quick break.

Having a bit of a meatspace issue. Brb.
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>>2805989
>he hasn't freed himself from flesh and gone full sim
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>>2805981
You know you could check with Crowley too, right. He's the one who introduced them to after all.
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>>2805989
>Meatspace
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>>2805999
But I bet he can't do that thing with his legs.

Just joking, yeah, it hadn't occured to me.
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So what should we do with our Karma/cash
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>>2806019
Well, cybers are out since adept.

We can either become a more efficient killing machine, get ourselves a car and learn how to drive to not be a carless scrub or get some ranks in sneaky stuff to try and double as an infiltrator.

Whatever we do we should get a dog, a big and mean one ( that will immediatly fall in love for the alley cat leaving us extremely disapointed)
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>>2806021
I can agree with getting a dog, although I'd prefer learning how to kill shit dead instead of driving
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>>2806021
Ackshually piloting groundcraft is a one point wunderskill seeing as we already have a high REA. And the lazy-ass QM still hasn't revealed most of our available skills yet. He's probably making shit up as he goes along.
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>>2806030
If I remember correctly, Pilot:Groundcraft covers cars, trucks, and motorcycles, doesn’t it?
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Rolled 2 (1d8)

>>2805942
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>>2806021
some useful skills we could get

unarmed combat(spec de-jawing kek)
whatever we use for those tomahawks
escape artist (spec: contortionism(take that troll girl, we can reach from all angles))
Survival
Stealth
First aid
locksmith
pilot groundcraft

and I won't list knowledge skills because we lost or memory and shit
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>>2806047
when I wrote Stealth I meant Sneaking
and I forgot Intimidation too
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>>2806047
What about animal handling? Or is that knowledge
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>>2806052
that's good too, if we get a dog
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= = Ten Minutes Later= =

You are now back inside Tiga's quarters, sipping on another kaff grog. Tiga was a little bit upset that Manatu was still stuck in the devil rat cage, but took on a big toothy smile as he rips open the cage with his bare hands. Manatu tries to escape but was smothered by Tiga before he could. "Oh, my poor Manatu... Why to'd go and try eat that nasty food, ya? To know Tiga will cook more for to."

Manatu caws in distress, before finding the leverage to escape. He groggily flew into Mustang's bosom, emitting a low gurgle and seemingly in distress from barely escaping a fatal suffocation. Mustang pets Manatu consolingly. And then you swore to your dying days the drekking bird looked you in the eye and gave you a smirk saying,"I got to handle these heavenly breasts before you, loser with a capital L."

Mother drekking fucking rat bastard on wings. You're already day-dreaming about the day you get to roast the fucking winged rat with a flamethrower.

"Ya, beratna. We need to get down to busy-ness." Tiga's low tone voice breaks you from your flight of fancy.

"True. What you got for us, bossmang?"

Tiga takes out the Ikon commlink you gave him earlier, "This commlink belongs to one Seth Dietrich, apparently a superstar G-wala from the FBI. He got caught up in sum ting walowda, walowda bad. Lotsa mang died for dis, beratna." Here, Tiga tosses you a data chip and the Ikon commlink. "Na! Don't look at it here!" He interrupts you as you try to insert the data chip into your own commlink.

"Get to sum pelésh séfe and secure. Be walowda, walowda careful. Mi did not feed to just so mi can outlive to, beratna. To pochuye mi ke?"

You give Tiga a surprise hug, "Mi pochuye, bossmang kapawu. And taki for your help, Tiga. I wouldn't know what I'd do without you."

Tiga returns the hug harder with a wide smile, "Hahaha! To will survive of course, mi beratna! You've always been a survivor since the day I found you hiding in my escape boat, mi komeng."

>Cont.
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>>2806056

Wyatt was inconsolable when they found out Mustang and you were leaving. They were hugging Mustang tightly, crying "No, no, no!", tears and snot overflowing. It took several attempts from Mustang and Tiga to de-latch Wyatt. Only after a small whisper and a pinky promise from Mustang, and a large bowlful of assorted sweets taken by Tiga from gods know where, did Wyatt finally calmed down. Tiga promised to take care of Wyatt. "It be like raising mi kids again, beratna. It's no issue, mi will treat Wyatt like setara mali mi." A sad mood came over him, a sad memory that hides behind his jolly demeanor. But the cloud soon pasts, and Tiga Solomon is again the happy-go-lucky smuggler you know.

Tiga and Wyatt waves goodbye when you and Mustang entered the cab, Wyatt especially more furiously. On the way back to Renton, Mustang resumed her stoic facade, though you could pick up she was a little sad parting from Wyatt too soon.

>Cont.
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= = 2300Hrs. March 4th, 2075 = =

You're all gathered back in the safehouse's kitchen, Ikon commlink in the middle of the island counter, holo projector next to it. With the extra meager info that Crowley and SS got from their contacts, you've managed to compile a dossier of what you know about the commlink and its owner.

Play file:
>Seth Dietrich
>Operation Daybreak
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>>2806063
We show the cat our tongue when mustang is not looking

>QM want's to give a doughteru, we turn into antagonists

>seth dietrich
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>>2806067
>Operation Daybreak
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>>2806068
MFW the QM tries to satisfy the anons
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>>2806067
>Operation Daybreak
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>>2806072
don't be that hard on yourself QM, you gave us Formoroigirl

>intended to be just a sidenote, we make her integral part of the narrative
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>>2806072
Oooooookeeeey, I guess I can be nice to the flea sack. Mustang better repay us for it though....
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= = Operation Daybreak = =

Seth Dietrich grabbed this file called “Operation Daybreak” from the safehouse of one of Brackhaven’s high-ranking bully boys. If it’s real, it’s beyond damning. I’ve heard that Dietrich uploaded it to a VPN called JackPoint, and they’ve just been sitting on it.

Word on the street that it has something to do with the fires started in OU a couple years back. Lot of the OU blamed Brackhaven for it, but nothing came of it.

It's a conspiracy theory file floating around on the shadownets. It alleges that before the Proposition 23 vote, Brackhaven was going to assassinate a bunch of OU community leaders, then hire a bunch of runners to frame a crime wave on the Underground to justify cracking down on them harder with Knight Errant.

It's being totally discredited via shadownets and VPNs, so it hasn’t penetrated the public consciousness yet. If Brackhaven could be definitively tied to it, it might mean the end of his career.

Play file:
>Seth Dietrich
>Write-In
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>>2806097
Pic Related
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>>2806097
>Seth Dietrich
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>>2806105
It may sound like a dumb question(because it probably is one) but who is this Blackhaven fellow?

I'm just asking to decide if I want to sell it to him or to his enemies.
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>>2806106
Brackhaven is a big supporter of the Humanis policlub (human supremacists, who have been implicated in riots, beatings, killings, and all the rest). He got himself elected governor of the Seattle Metroplex and angling for a shot at the UCAS presidency.
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= = Special Agent Seth Dietrich = =


FBI Special Agent, Fed hacker, real boy scout, paladin in white, and all around bad ass troubleshooter for the law. Seth Dietrich's ex-UCSA Army CID, made his bones infiltrating this gang of Matrix thieves, Code-Snatchers, that was stealing airliners out of Sea-Tac back in '70.

Dietrich was working with the Ork Underground controversy last year. Hit the shadows hard to bury Brackhaven. He was teamed up with a whole Shadowrunner crew. He’d gone native. He was wandering around with an ork decker named Tauren, a shaman called Three Feet, a street sam named Bingo, and a rigger named Dice. Then those guys got geeked, hard. Their bodies found floating in Puget Sound.

Dietrich's wasn't found though. They’re all dead now, except for Tauren.


>Cont.
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>>2806109
So my instinct say we should sell to the enemies because he is a dick, or get rid of it quickly by just posting it on the matrix from a burner
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>>2806120
But the file is already on JackPoint and other shadownet sites where it’s being discredited as conspiracy theory shit. The file has no evidence to actually link Brackhaven to it.
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>>2806120
Both options are risky and stupid but cooperating with this Blackhaven fellow seems even more risky and stupid
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>>2806123
Oh, I was thinking the conspiracy theories were about it existing, not that it was actually found, he said the file was just sitting there.

Because if this thing is worthless and public knowledge I don't see how it could be dangerous. Unless the conlink can tie the FBI agent, the file and Blackhaven.

I think i didn't get something
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>>2806116

Addendum: Oye, beretna Grimm. I've got sum meng walouda discreet to check your commlink. It has evidence to link Brackhaven to dis Operation Daybreak, but the files are fragmented, encrypted, & corrupted beyond even his skill to repair. Still a lot of meng would want to pay for this commlink, ya. So keep it safe, and try not to get geek, beretna.


Link to said fragments: https://pastebin.com/h2NjdfwJ

The presentation stops.

Crowley's the first to speak, "Oh we're so very fucked."

Wat do?
>Write-In
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>>2806132
So, sell it to UO or just spill it on the matrix, burn the comlink and pretend this never happened?
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>>2806132
Does anyone have any contacts in the UO or maybe with Antifa that might pay for this paydata?
Or maybe we drop it off with the FBI and let them take care of Brackhaven?
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>>2806143
>>2806147
>You can ask more questions. I'll integrate them into the next post.
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>>2806147
Contact in either of those would be good.
But I wouldn't trust the FBI, as much as they would like to get back at him for one of it's agentes, chances are most of them are in Blackhaven's pocket
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>>2806132
Question:

"Ok, what groups do you think would be interested in drekking this guy? Who would pay to see him squirm?"
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>>2806132
Among the megacorps, Evo and Horizon might actually want this. Especially if Horizon’s investigative journalism businesses could get the evidence for this so that they could take out Brackhaven and increase their market penetration into the meta community.
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>>2806179
So it out comes down to what contacts we have right? Many people could use this but we have no safe way to contact most of them.

So, contacts out people, who do you know that can get us payd
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I'm here but I don't have many ideas that you guys haven't presented already, I think after we hear what out teammates have to say I can think of something to add


the only thing I can think of now is

"Does anyone know this Touren or have an idea of how to track him?"
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>>2806176
>>2806191
>>2806194

SS just shrugs, "I thought we just hit a drekkload of a pay day."

Crowley stares SS in contempt, "You're not wrong. The same way you're not wrong in describing dynamites and nukes as simple chemical reactions." He then sweeps his hand towards the Ikon commlink, "And that, me lovely mates, is a 20kt political nuke that would level Seattle just as easily as a literal nuke would. That thing would make the Night of Rage look like a fucking picnic."

You ask, "So who would be interested in drekking this Brackhaven? Who would pay to see him squirm?"

Crowley lights a cigarette, taking a long drag on it as well. "Everyone important enough to speak in hush tones," he says. 'Though I can only think of only two AAA corps who would pay top nuyen for this paydata, Ares and MCT."

"Why Ares and MCT?"

"Brackhaven is Ares' man through and through. It's how the pawns got the security contract of Seattle. Ares has a very vested interest in making sure this doesn't gets out without it being on their terms. On the other hand, MCT is Ares' biggest political competitor and this paydata could be their way in to making a bigger footprint on Seattle."

SS speaks up, "We could always just sell back to Brackhaven tho. What?" He says while everyone is giving him a "for-real?" look, "Brackhaven's the biggest loser here if this gets out. He's going to pay even more nuyen for this not to leak."

"OU" Mustang says.

SS interjects, "Ork Underground would also be interested, but considering their finances and bulldrek about how trogs should always give back to society, the paydata wouldn't sell as well."

What do?
>Get into contact with the AAA corps
>Give Brackhaven a chance to buy his own freedom
>Reach out to the Ork Underground
>All of the above
>Write-In
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>>2806309
>Get into contact with the AAA corps
Suggesting MCT, going to Ares (Or to Brackhaven directly) with this is a good way to get us geeked fast.
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>>2806309
>>Reach out to the Ork Underground
I'm an idealist, what can I say
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>>2806328
mostly because I don't want to get involved with AAAs too. even if OU pays less
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>>2806322
I dunno about MCT. Mitsuhama is pretty much a Yakuza Group all on its own, even more so than any other Japanacorp. They’re not well thought of, in the shadows or by the other corps.
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>>2806309
>Get into contact with the AAA corps
>Reach out to the Ork Underground
give to both of em, split the info up and sell half to OU other half to MCT
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>>2806330
I can't blame you one bit. Normally I wouldn't either, but I think they can help us here.

The OU get a hold of this, people are going to start asking how. MCT show up with it, people assume it was one of their teams. We make anonymity one of our terms, let them take some heat in exchange for the data. Maybe the pay is a little lower, but Ares is off our back at least for the time being.
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>>2806330
Even if the OU pays less in terms of cash, we have to consider their non-financial payment: services and contacts, access to safehouses, and other non-concrete forms of payment.

There’s also the question of how many times we can sell this data to interested parties that have mutual plans.
Like MCT, OU, Lone Star, and the FBI all want to hit Brackhaven and Knight Errant; maybe we can sell to all of them (at a discount, of course).
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>>2806309
>>Write-In
What about Lone Star and the FBI? Sure, the Star got kicked out of Seattle, but it was because of the riots and unrest that they lost the contract. I think the Star still has an axe to grind against them.
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>>2806309
Brackhaven and Ares are definitive NOs. If we sell them the information that incriminates him and them by proxy, we become a loos end. Sure nobody would believe us without proof, but I'd still kill us, just to make sure. Especially since even if we sell them the information they can't be sure we didn't make copies. We may be able to blackmail them, but honestly there is just no way to sell this Intel to someone who wants it gone, without painting a target on our face. MCT and Orks are fine, maybe even both at the same time (Anonymously of course), double paycheck time. They won't have a reason to kill us.
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>>2806362
The orks probably wouldn’t mind not having this info exclusively, but MCT might. Being a AAA, they will expect exclusive access to this paydata.
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MCT may have a reason to kill him yes, you guys are talking about an AAA, who said they will want to expose Blackhaven, they might just use it as leverage to get him to do what they want. and that makes us a loose end too

our safest bet is to sell to someone who will expose the data pronto. the sooner the data is out the safer we are because we will not be a loose end anymore, we will be just one of the billions of people that know about it
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>>2806309
Reach out to the Ork Underground
Fuck it they can get ganked for thr information
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>>2806376
I mean, I bet MCT will think it's better to use Blackhaven for their own agenda then have him exposed and them having to find and place one of their own stooges in his place. It's much more easy and efficient to just use Blackhaven where he is and kill us to make sure his secret is safe


OU is our safest bet, even if they pay less, and we will have a friend where we really need it, on the streets not on some arcology somewhere
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>>2806355
"What about Lone Star and the FBI?" You ask.

Crowley sighs, "Not safe. Lone Star might just send a team to bring us in to force us to testify, and then we're really be geek'd faster. And I'm saying this as the bloody mage. Brackhaven definitely got informants in the FBI. Else, this Dietrich wanker wouldn't be working offbooks."
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>>2806345
I wouldn't mind something like the Star, or even the feds. I just want it to be someone that means that no one is too interested in looking at how they got the information.
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I say we reach to OU first and foremost

If we call one of the AAAs and tell them what we have we won't be able to put them on hold while we explore our options.

Who would've thought uh? All this shadowrunning in a shadowrun quest
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>>2806389
>>2806396
Well, that is what I get for forgetting to update. Ignore.
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>>2806397
Completely unexpected. All people have wanted to do in any shadowrun game I have been in, albeit briefly, is blow stuff up and have car chases.
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I vote OU.
Seems to be the consensus anyway.
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>>2806406
We could also hit up some of the other fringe groups, like antifa, as well as looking for Dietrich’s friends at the Bureau who might want to take a crack at it (after we get paid by the OU and Brackhaven’s miles in the FBI won’t be able to help him since it’ll all be in the screamsheets anyway).
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>>2806309
Last voting call of who to contact.

Reply to this post to make your votes count.
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>>2806418
OU and other activist groups that would reveal it as fast as possible. All at the same time, to get multiple paychecks.
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>>2806418
OU and an anonymous drop to Dietrich’s friends and supervisor at the FBI.
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>>2806418
UO

friends on right places
not AAA bulldrek
safety through quick exposure
MCT might just blackmail him and consider us a loose end


>inb4 our contact is Formoroigirl, business and pleasure baby
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>>2806418
UO

I can't believe we are going for the Mustang suggestion again, the woman doesn't say a word and yet has us on the palm of her hand lol
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>>2806418
Go with OU, the point about MCT using it killing us was a good one. It will make it harder to stop Ares finding us though, going to have to keep an eye out.
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>>2806422
>>2806424
>>2806426
>>2806429
>>2806430
Unanimous Consensus. Wow. Never thought I'd see the day. Bring's a QM tear to my eye.

Writan.
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>>2806436
Is this the time we all make a character sheet and run a counter run for Ares through discord?
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Reaching out to the Ork Underground is a no-brainer. It's a lot safer, makes you lots of new friends, and won't be geek'd for being loose ends.

"SS," you said. "Do you have contacts with the Ork Underground?"

"Why, you racist breeder?" SS indignantly replies, "You think I know people with the OU just because I'm an Ork?? Why not ask that ponce of an English cracker?!"

"Hey!" Crowley interjects, "That's "FABULOUS" English cracker ponce to you, chummer."

Mustang just rolls her eyes.

You just plow on through, "Well, you have them or not?"

Silence stretches across the kitchen like a taut trampoline.

"...Yeah, I know a guy," relents SS. "That still don't make it right."

Crowley replies, "Sorry, you have to speak up, omae. I can't quite hear you with that pity dick in your mouth."

"Fuck you, ya English pix."

Crowley turns to you, "I'm going with SS, just to make sure he doesn't accidentally tell more than he should."

"Trust me now, do ya?" says SS "Not afraid, I'd put a bullet in your head?"

"Please, outside of rigging, you couldn't hit the target even it was on your lap giving you fellatio."

You drown out their argument as they ready themselves to head on out.

Wat do?
>Talk to Crowley before he leaves
>Talk to SS before he leaves
>Talk to Mustang
>Check your gear.
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>>2806465
>Talk to Crowley before he leaves
Don't bring the commlink, just enough data to prove we have it. Take half pay up front, the other half after we transfer the Intel.
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>>2806465
>Talk to Crowley before he leaves
Terms of the deal, see if he can get goods and services since the cash won’t be as good.
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I mean, he knows all this already, but I just want to be clear cash isn’t the only payment we’ll accept, as long as we get value from the paydata.
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>>2806465
>Talk to Crowley before he leaves
Same stuff as the other anons, plus making sure he isn't going to cause any trouble for SS with the contact.
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>>2806465
>Talk to Crowley before he leaves
Isn't there anyone from the UO on those 5k contacts that you put on my comlink?
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>>2806498
>UO
>ultima online
>tfw lord british in a contact

I meant OU

Also, if we are on down time is this a good time to call Boudi and ask about those people? Don't mention OU to her though
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>>2806474
>>2806476
>>2806495
>>2806498

You decide to re-confirm a few things with Crowley before he leaves with SS.

As you approach the living hall, you can see Crowley crouching over a few duffel bags. You recognized one of it as yours.

Crowley speaks while still rifling through one of the bags, "Yeah, mate. We brought your gear from Britney. You can choose one of the rooms upstairs to rest, there's at least four of them and none of the doors are locked."

"You gonna be alrite with SS?" you ask.

"No worries, mate. SS' barks worst than his bite. Besides, it's fun watching him squirm a bit."

You almost grunt in agreement before catching yourself, "Try to get us a good deal, Crowley. Just bring one of the fragments so we can prove we have it. At least make them make a down payment, half upfront, and the remainder after we transfer the intel. Oh, and it doesn't all have to be in creds, omae."

Crowley gives a short laugh, "Ha! What I told you about sucking eggs, mate. It's not my cherry run. I'll bleed the OU dry before you know it. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta take a number one." Crowley stands up and walks away.

Wat do?
>Talk to SS before he leaves
>Talk to Mustang
>Check your gear
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>>2806526
>Talk to Mustang
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>>2806526
>Mustang
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>>2806527
Compare magic and Traditions, any good shadow lodges we can meditate at.
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>>2806526
>Talk to Mustang
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>>2806527
>>2806540
You decide to check up on Mustang, she didn't say much during the meeting. And you get the feeling she's worried about something.

She did went off to the yard area last time you saw her. When you arrive by the eternity swimming pool, you see her making a few laps in it. Her clothes in a pile by the poolside, and evidently not wearing a lick of anything else.

Mustang's body is pretty athletic, with a hint of a six pack. Now that she's in her birthday suit, you can see she's covered in quite a fair number of distinct scars, some of it claw marks, other bullet wounds. Mustang's definitely not a stranger to violence.

As you stare transfixed upon her, Mustang's got up from the pool, done with her swimming lap. You catch a glimpse of a fiery red rose on a green stem with two leaves, situated directly on the leg near the groin. Her only tattoo and definitely is meaningful to her. Mustang wraps a towel, too small thanks to her chest and barely covering past the waist.

She looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

Wat say?
>"Lovely weather, tonight"
>"I didn't mean to disturb you"
>"You seem worried about something"
>Write-In
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>>2806605
>You seem worried
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>>2806605
>Write-In
Sorry for the intrusion but I wanted to have a chat with you.

>"You seem worried about something"
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>>2806605
>"You seem worried about something"

Deadpan like her
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>>2806605
>"You seem worried about something"
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>>2806609
>>2806616
>>2806624
"I didn't mean to disturb you....But you seem worried back there," You say while trying to act unfazed. "Is this about Wyatt? They're in good hands, you know."

Mustang shakes her head, "No, it's not Wyatt." She takes another towel and dries her auburn hair.

"City is un-restful," she says. "Like a hunted deer herd. Tensed and ready to scatter"

Sounds pretty cryptic and ominous, you thought. "Well, whatever happens, it will be alright. You got my back after all."

Mustang gives you a small smile. She gathers up her clothes and gear and approaches you. You pick up the scent of lily and lavender. "Be on your guard, she whispers in your ear. "Things may not be in our favor."

She saunters back into the mansion. Leaving you alone with your thoughts as you hear Brynhildr driving out into the night.

What do?
>Check your gear.
>Turn in for the night.
>Write-In
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>>2806660
>Check your gear.
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>>2806660
>Check your gear.
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>>2806660
>Check gear
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>>2806683
>>2806685
>>2806692

https://pastebin.com/mkAsN7ez

All of your gear is still there.

Common Stash
- 1 Browning Ultra-Power
- 1 Hermes Ikon commlink (Seth Dietrich)
- 3 bottles of Tiga's private Rowm stock. (Can double as Molotov Cocktail)


Wat do?
>Call someone on your commlink
>Turn in for the night
>Write-In
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>>2806715
Turn in for the night
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>>2806715
>Call someone on your commlink

Call troll

Ask about the other contacts
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>>2806725
Thats clingy as shit mate
At lest give it 1 more day
Or better yet seend dick pic
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>>2806715
>>Turn in for the night
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>>2806715
>Turn in
Let's just go to bed
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>>2806739
I thought it was more like business, but we can wait to deal with that no prob
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>>2806720
>>2806725
>>2806748
>>2806749
Sensing nothing else to be done, you grabbed your duffel bag from the living room, went up to one of the unused rooms in the mansion and turned in for the night. Collapsing on the queen bed after putting away your gear, you immediately went to sleep.


= = 0228Hrs. March 5th, 2075 = =

You open your eyes. The digital readout on the clock says 02:28 AM. Feeling thirsty and a bit famished, you head down to the kitchen to find something to eat and drink. The garage is still empty, Crowley and SS still aren't back yet. You're not worried yet. They would've called if anything went south. As you rummage through the fridge, you hear an unfamiliar ringtone, and the thrum of a vibrating commlink. A glance in the direction of the stolen Hermes Ikon reveals it jittering its way along the counter top with each pulse of vibration.

The call comes from a restricted commcode; your curiosity gets the better of you before it stops ringing, and you seize the chirping, buzzing ‘link and answer.

“This is Special Agent Seth Dietrich,” a digitally-masked voice says. He sounds tired and tense. “I believe you have something of mine. Actually, I’m absolutely sure of it. I want it back.” Dietrich’s words are rapid, as though he’s eager to have his business done and be off the line as soon as possible. “Believe me, I know that in this city, possession is eleven tenths of the law. I’ll pay. 100,000¥, no questions asked.

What say?
>"How do I know you're Dietrich?"
>"I need to think about it."
>Write-In
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>>2806795
How do I know you're Dietrich?"
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>>2806795
>"How do I know you're Dietrich?"
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>>2806807
Also, I'm starting to think that Mustang is Valkirie dreamwaifu with all that cryptic shit, can we make a memory test to try and remember her face clearly?
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>>2806795
>I need to think about it
Then hang up go to sleep. We deal with this shit tomorrow.
Also, write-in
>You’re the Seth? Prove it.
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>>2806795
>"How do I know you're Dietrich?"
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>>2806806
>>2806807
>>2806811
>>2806836
"How do I know you're Dietrich?" You ask.

"You don't." He says, "It's irrelevant either way. The nuyen is still good."

"I need to think about this." No way, you're agreeing to anything without the crew while you're only in your undies in the middle of the night.

"Meet me this afternoon, 1600 hours, at the zoo in Fort Lewis. The basilisk exhibit. Bring the commlink, I’ll have the cash on me. You only have a 15 minute window. Don't be late." He hangs up immediately.

What do?
>Call up Crowley & SS to inform them what's going on
>It can wait till dawn.
>Write-In
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>>2806856
>Call up Crowley & SS to inform them what's going on
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>>2806856
>>Call up Crowley & SS to inform them what's going on

if they are in the middle of the negotiations don't tell them. I want to compare offers

just tell them to call us immediatly after they are finished
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>>2806856
>Call up Crowley & SS to inform them what's going on
It’s data; we can just clone the commlink, give the clone to the OU and the original to whoever says they’re Seth (with an RFID tracker and trace program installed, of course).
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>>2806861
>>2806867
>>2806881
Writan
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You reached for your own 'link and start dialing Crowley's commcode.

A few moments later, the line connects, "A little bad timing on your end, mate!" You can hear the sounds of burnt rubber, gunfire, and SS cursing in the background, immediately waking you up.

"What's the sitrep?" You said.

"Oh, nothing too serious." More gunfire and SS' laughter. "Got caught by a go-gang while exiting the OU in Puyallup. We'll be back by dawn."

"Need any help?"

"No need. Go-gangers aren't our match."

"So, what's the OU's offer?" You ask.

"I got good news. And bad news. Which one you want to hear first?"

What say?
>"Good news"
>"Bad news"
>Write-In
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>>2806937
>Bad news
Bad news first always
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>>2806937
>"Bad news"
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>>2806937
>>"Bad news"

"the go-gangers are the OU"
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>>2806937
"Bad news
also i got an offer of 100,000$
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Oh cmon guys, that offer was obviously a set up, where would an out of the records FBI shmuck find 100k to pay for his property, why the fuck it wasn't with him instead of a low life thung on the barrens?
it's fucking Ares or Blackhaven wanting to lure us in, get the link and lights out for us baby
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>>2806990
and if you guys still want to go through with this at least tell him to fuck himself with his carefully chosen location with 324 exit points planned and 1264 ambushes possible. we tell him to meet us on a location we choose and them when we arrive we tell him he has 5 minutes to move to a second location we prepared for the meeting
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>>2806990
I wasnt that keen on it just was bring it up
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>>2806957
>>2806964
>>2806979
>>2806937
"Bad news first, chummer." You say.

"The OU are stone-walling us. Said some bulldrek about wanting to verify the data and having to wait at least twenty four hours for them to approve the deal."

You rub your forehead at the sudden complication, "Is there even a good news?"

"There is. They're willing to pay up to the upper half of a five figure sum, in addition giving us access to their info network, and shadowrunning services."

"I got a call from our mutual missing friend offering 100k¥."

Crowley whistles, "That's a princely sum, mate. Best to discuss it in person."

"Agreed," you say. "Back at the safehouse?"

"No, somewhere public at dawn. I'll message you the deets." Crowley hangs up.

Putting your commlink down, you decide to wait a couple more hours before informing Mustang of the matter.


Time to choose your gear; Note that you will be extremely conspicuous wearing full-blown tacticool armor in the middle of an upper-class neighborhood without access to Brynhildr

Gear List: https://pastebin.com/mkAsN7ez

>Guns Blazing: All of your armor and equipment. Weapons: 1 Colt M23 Custom, 1 Ruger Super Warhawk Custom, 2 Tomahawks, 1 Combat Knife, 3 ext. mags of AR ammo(180), 1 ext. mag of APDS(60), 1 ext. mag of SnS(60), 3 spd loaders of revolver ammo(18), 6 rounds of APDS(revolver), 6 rounds of SnS(revolver)

>Low Profile: Armor & gear sans the Ballistic Mask. Weapons: 1 Ruger Super Warhawk Custom, 1 Combat Knife, 3 spd loaders of revolver ammo(18), 6 rounds of APDS(revolver), 6 rounds of SnS(revolver)

>Shades: Write-In
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>>2807026
>Low Profile: Armor & gear sans the Ballistic Mask. Weapons: 1 Ruger Super Warhawk Custom, 1 Combat Knife, 3 spd loaders of revolver ammo(18), 6 rounds of APDS(revolver), 6 rounds of SnS(revolver) + 1 Colt M23 Custom (Broken down), 3 ext. Mags of ammo (your choice).

Slight change.
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>>2807026
>Low Profile: Armor & gear sans the Ballistic Mask. Weapons: 1 Ruger Super Warhawk Custom, 1 Combat Knife, 3 spd loaders of revolver ammo(18), 6 rounds of APDS(revolver), 6 rounds of SnS(revolver)
Put on a big coat and take the tomahawks too

Shades are on-line
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>>2807026
>Low Profile: Armor & gear sans the Ballistic Mask. Weapons: 1 Ruger Super Warhawk Custom, 1 Combat Knife, 3 spd loaders of revolver ammo(18), 6 rounds of APDS(revolver), 6 rounds of SnS(revolver)
>Include the contacts and AR glasses
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>>2807039
We gotta keep some of the ID tags online, though. A person with no ID tags walking around in a upper-middle class/high class will be pretty conspicuous.
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>>2807039
Ditto
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>>2807034
>>2807039
>>2807055
>>2807133
So, consensus is Low-Profile with tomahawks instead of Colt M23 (breakdown)?
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>>2807162
Sure, I trust our stabbing ability
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>>2807162
yeah
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[/b] = = 0630Hrs. March 5th, 2075 = =[/b]

You expect trouble, but not the amount that warrants a full-out assault. So you decide to be low-profiled bringing along your trusted Ruger and your tomahawk stashed in your backpack to be sure.

>Roll 3d6. First to roll.
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Rolled 5, 4, 5 = 14 (3d6)

>>2807290
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>>2807292
2 Hit

>Writan
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= = 0701Hrs. March 5th, 2075 = =

Crowley has you and Mustang rendezvous with him in a breakfast and grill diner in Auburn. Luckily for you, your Gridcab driver was savvy enough to drive around the security checkpoints the KE has along the way. You gave him a hefty tip for such a service. Creds: - 50¥

When you both arrive at Table & Apron's Diner, Crowley's waves you from the top left corner booth of the diner.

You noticed that SS isn't there with Crowley. "Where's SS," you inquire.

Crowley finishes up his eggs. "Resting in the Battlewagon. Got his wind knocked out a bit by a particularly feisty go-ganger." He lights up his cigarette, "So, explain to me exactly what this "Dietrich" told you."

And so you repeat again the event you had early morning.

"It's a set-up," You say. "No way is a rogue FBI agent has that kind of cash on hand and giving us a location that we have to be in without time to scout it out. It's classic bait."

Crowley frowns, "Not necessarily. The Fort Lewis Zoo is open to the public and is guarded by UCSA MPs. If the person who called you was legit Dietrich, he's also going to be worried about getting geek'd by Brackhaven's hit squad. The zoo is at least in the public eye and with less than 24 hours, no way anyone would have time to case the site and set up an ambush."

What do?
>Ask about the security
>Ask about Mustang's opinion
>Ask about bringing in help
>Write-In
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>>2807376
>We're given the layout of the current location
Uh oh
>Ask mustang
>Ask about security
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>>2807376
>Ask about the security
>Ask about bringing in help
If Boudi is at all like the character her art was borrowed from, she's kind of a badass and could make a good extra gun hand.
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>>2807376
>Ask about the security
>Ask about Mustang's opinion
>Write-in: What about cloning the commlink so we have a backup just in case
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>>2807401
>>2807418
>>2807431
"How's security?" You ask.

"There's at least two dozen MPs on duty, mostly equipped with last gen Predators. Main entrances have Mad scanners so no joy getting our heavy guns through. The MPs usually patrol in twos and switch up during lunch hour. However, there's at least 3 service tunnels that we can use to bypass if we can hack the alarms there."

Crowley bottoms out his kaf, "The zoo has a UCSAF security spider monitoring any Matrix intrusions, making it an almost impossible challenge for the average decker. And that's the good news.

"That's the good news?" You exclaim.

"Yeah. You see, Fort Lewis District is directly under the authority the UCSA military as part of Seattle's defense forces. What that means is that the Pawns don't have jurisdiction there. The bad news is that in event of an emergency, such as a gun fight in the middle of the zoo or alarms tripping, Fort Lewis is at most 10 minutes away from sending in their weekend warriors as HTR teams."

>Cont.
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>>2807617
Perplexed, you turn towards Mustang, "What do you think, Mustang?"

She stays silent, even after the waitress had brought your last breakfast orders. Then she speaks in a low tone, "No difference between the Buyers. But the longer we wait, the more dangerous it gets."

You contemplate her advice. "Crowley, what if we hired extra hands to help us on this? You made me spend five kay plus in Penumbra, surely some of them are useful."

Crowley scratch his five o'clock shadow, "Well you've already met Boudi. She's a vet street Sam and would be valuable muscle, no pun intended. "Wesser's" too much of a neo-anarchist even for the likes of my taste, but he's one of the best Dekker I've seen so far on the West Coast. "Lancer" is a t-bird pilot, so she's our ride out if it all goes sideways and she's our biggest fire support."

"However, we're extremely short on liquidity at the moment, so we'll can only promise them a part of the loot. Twenty five percent is our limit, so we can only hire at most two people unless we can convince them to lower their asking rates."

"How about just cloning the data on the commlink and give them a copy each?"

"No joy. The OU said that they need the original commlink that can authenticate the data, and if this Dietrich is true as well, I suspect that both of them won't settle for anything less."

>Wat do?

>QM's got meatspace issues to see to for a couple of hours so you chummers can plan as long as you like on how to approach Fort Lewis Zoo. I'll try to answer as many as I can as Crowley, who knows a lot more that a omnipotent QM.
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>>2807687
Map of the place?
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>>2807707
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>>2807687
How much will it cost in creds for hiring extra muscle per hand? Seems like 25k for 2 or 3 people, or do we shell out 5k per extra hand we bring on?
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>>2807712
Do we know where the buyer wants to meet?
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>>2807712
Also what time of the year is it?
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>>2807721
It varies on the job. Hiring experts on a case by case basis isn't cheap. If you could convince all three to lower their rates, we could afford them at 30%.
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>>2807724
March 5th, 2075. Spring.
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>>2807723
He said he's waiting at the Basilisk's exhibit so it's most likely at the Basilisk's tunnel.
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>>2807747
>>2807751
>>2807756
WHO IS THIS HERETIC!
BURN THE HERETIC AND TAKE OFF ITS SKIN!
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>>2807770
It's me you dingus.
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>>2807756
How much is a ticket to this zoo
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>>2807798
Not enough to be relevant
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>>2807787
Ah there you are, were did yu go? Did you know someone stole your tripcode?
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>>2807820
I-i-its back!
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>>2807824
>>2807826
Mr. Crowley already answered your question. And no, my trip code wasn't stolen
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>>2807687
So there's several questions we need to answer, who do we sell to? And how do we get out without getting picked up by the Feds?
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>>2807893
>>2807687
Depends on who we hire
Mustang and Mercury goes incognito watching our surroundings while we take SS as our "undercover" bodyguard. We hire one person with a air lift and another as a sniper providing over watch.

If we get that troll girl we can pair SS and Trolly as a pretend couple nearby.

We can set up and change the venue or location of the exchange. Either by comms or by us meeting him and then changing locations of where we make the exchange. We could also have a fake comms in case we are forced to fork over something at gunpoint.
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How much exactly did the OU offer? This deal with Dietrich reeks of being shit and I wouldn't mind getting less to fuck Blackhaven over. Maybe it's too much shadowruns on my part but I'm positive that this Dietrich fellow is long dead and this guy is one of the interested parties, one that we may not like to deal with.

as for hired help, I would like more muscle, and the T-bird to extract us in case of emergency.

we offer 7,5k and go up to 10k max if they haggle, of course, they only get paid if the deal goes through.

that still leaves 20k for each of us and I'd feel a hell of a lot safer
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>>2808037
and we already know the location, so SS should buy the smallest, most inconspicuous bug drone he can get his hands on and scout the shit out off that place before we even think about setting foot there.
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>>2808037
The OU rep wouldn't commit to a hard sum, but he assured us it would be the upper half of five figures of nuyen. Your soft limit is 25k for two people, 30k for three if we can haggle low enough.
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>>2808051
ok,
Guys, so we can go up to 12,5k in negotiations with our backup.

as for OU, at this point, the only way I see them getting this comlink is if we tell Crowley to call them and say they have until 12:00 to pay for it or else we have another buyer set up. it's take it or leave it.
the pay out would be almost the same, OU would pay less but we wouldn't need backup, while if we wait for "Dietrich" I would gladly spend some money in backup to make sure we get out alive
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I think I might be a little harsh on you guys so I'm going to explain in detail about Fort Lewis

>At least 24 UCSA MPs guarding the place
>A favorite haunt for soldiers on leave
>Red circles have at least 4 MPs stationed there
>Main Entrance has a MAD scanner
>MPs having roving patrols of 2-3 men visiting each themed site
>Fence is electrified, with sonic field to discourage flying para-critters from escaping

>Green circles are where service tunnels are located and secured with maglocks and anti-tamper systems
>Matrix Security is overseen by a host in an office just outside the main entrance
>Host is monitored in real time by a UCSAF security spider, who will immediately report any detected intrusions to Fort Lewis
>Fort Lewis has HTR teams on stand-by, 10 minutes max away from zoo
>Zoo is part of a larger parkland that is mostly wilderness.

>Meet is at Purple circle, which is the basilisk tunnels and exhibits

Backup you can call on short notice (Max Limit: 25k for 2 hires, 30k for 3 hires)
>"Boudicca," Street Sam and veteran shadowrunner
>"Wetterfrosch", Neo-Anarchist dekker
>"Lancer", T-bird rigger
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>>2808080
I still like calling "Boudi" and "Lancer". If drek hits the fan we can run hot with muscle and get the hell our off dogde by air.

How are we gettimg in? How's security to walk on the place? Can we use our fake license to at least pack something?

My plan is to walk in and close the deal like nothing matters, if someone attacks we call the T-bird with Boudi on it to supress fire, give aerial advantage and get us the hell out of there, whoever attacks us will have to deal with the military and I'd like to get out of there as fast as possible so we don't end up having to kill the soldiers, that is, if it's not they themselves attacking us. If the deal goes smothly( hah! Right...) we walk out of there holding hands and singing cumbaia and take our t-bird( we already paid for it so I want my goddamn ride) to buy us all ice creams.

Sounds good fellas?
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>>2808105
do we want to start shit with the MPs? Odds are we gonna have to off a few of em.
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>>2808105
>How are we getting in?
Through the main entrance, one of the service tunnels, hack the Zoo's security to get you guys in, or just bribe a wage slave to let you guys in through the employee's entrance.

>Can we use our fake license to at least pack something?
Yeah, but if you're caught packing heat, you might not have the proper licenses to back up your lies.
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>>2808110
Well, I would like to not kill them unless they are the ones trying to rob us. If they are just reacting to other people firing and don't know who are friend or foe I would like to not kill them and escape as fast as possible with the T-bird while the lady sam provides covering fire

>>2808111
As for entrance methods I would prefer if Crowley got us in through bribery of a wage slave. I don't want to touch the matrix since they have a trigger happy spider on it, thw guy doesn't even need to catch us red handed, if he senses something fishy he'll call for backup, so I would like to keep this op on meatspace
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We also need to put one of SS's drones inside as soon as possible. They should stay there just monitoring movement and keeping an eye if someone lingers too much or if people position themselves in places where theh could spring a trap
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>>2808105
>>2808116

I mostly agree with you, but that's because I can't come up with a better one right now. I still don't like this run one bit.

If you are planning on not getting in the matrix we have to think of a way to deny access to the other parties involved if things go bad, an EMP or something similar to fry cameras and sensors if we need to escape
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To summarize so far;

>Plan A
Reach out to OU. Move the deadline to 12.00pm, either they pay us now or we sell the data to Dietrich. If they don't bite, we move to Plan B

>Plan B
We enter Fort Lewis Zoo with SS on drone overwatch and Boudi on standby with the T-bird. Possible entry, we bribe one of the wage slaves to let us in through the employee entrance.

Is this accurate?
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>>2808148
I'm ok with this but I just realized the meet up is in a tunnel, how big is the tunnel and how "colapsable" is it? How long would it take for us to sprint from one side to the other?

Mustang will stay out of the tunnel, on the entrance that has a easier landing spot for the T-bird, to cover our exit route and tell us if there is movement outside.

Is Crowley supposwd to go in with us to make a deal or do we go in the tunnel alone?

Is this possible?>>2808145, get our hands on camera jammers or emp granedes?
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>>2808160
"The tunnel is less of an underground type and more of a canopy forming a roof type," Crowley stubs out another cigarette. "And the length is about 60 yards, give or take."

Dietrich never mentioned any other restriction other than being on time. Jammers are super duper expensive, illegal as hell, and you definitely won't be able to source one before the meet. EMP grenades don't exist, omae.
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Bringing in drones when there’s a security spider looking over the place is stupid. You think they won’t pick up the transmissions from the drone?
All you’re doing is announcing you’ve got an illegal drone in the area.

As for the MAD scanners, use ceramic or plastic weapons, or improvised weapons. Or see if someone can get us a Puzzler real quick.

And we’re a fucking adept, get some slap patches with fast-acting narcojet for non-lethal takedowns.
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>>2808179
Ask the others if they have a Puzzler or some other weapon that won’t get picked up by MAD. Ceramic combat knives or stone and plastic tomahawks.

Anyone got narcojet slap patches? Or just CC gases in general?
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>>2808073
The problem with giving OU an ultimatum like that is if this “Dietrich” turns out to be a trap, going back to the OU tells them we got burned by the other buyer and they can lower the price because we don’t have anyone else to sell to.
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>>2808190
Good to know, zero drones then.
Bout the us just strolling in unnarmed, I'm actually not against that course of action, my concern is if our armor would pass the scanner, and we are not going in this rodeo without armor.

We go in alone in the main entrance while mustang crowley and ss set up positions in the meeting area after getting in by bribe, with mustang covering the exit route.

This can work
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>>2808195
>Ask the others if they have a Puzzler or some other weapon that won’t get picked up by MAD. Ceramic combat knives or stone and plastic tomahawks.
Mustang draws a ceramic knife from her boot holster, twirls it around for a bit, and sheathes it.

>Anyone got narcojet slap patches? Or just CC gases in general?
"Sure, my contacts could source us some narco-patches. It's just going to cost us more if we're requesting some in a hurry."
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>>2808198
They can, but if they pick up and pay now we don't have to deal with what is definitely a trap
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>>2808209
So just sell to the OU. It’s easier and if this is really Dietrich he can use his own OU contacts and get his commlink back after they use it to take down Brackhaven. The FBI can still prosecute him with Dietrich’s commlink as evidence after it has been used to shred Brackhaven’s career.
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>>2808210
That's what I wanted on the first place, wait out for the OU, but this dietritch fellow put a time limit on us, and he got access to the comlink, I'm worried he can track the thing somehow or even burn it right under our noses
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>>2808208
Narco-patches are always useful. Might as well get a few.
We should be able to just go through the main gates with the patches. I would have liked to have a CC gas grenade in the form of a metal water bottle, but that will likely take too much time.
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>>2808218
Ok, we and Mustang can just walk in. What about Crowley and SS? Do we bribe the wage slave to get them in or don't even bother and let them sit this meeting out?
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>>2808205
Armor jackets aren't restricted, omae.
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>>2808220
>>2808218
I mean, they could come in on the t-bird if things get hairy but SS has been described as a crap shooter, and Britney won't be able to get in the Fort, so unless he has some armed drones to bring as cavalry I don't know what to do with him. Crowley is a mystery but he must at least know how to shoot
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>>2808220
What would they be doing on-site? No need for them to be there.
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>>2808220
"Oh don't worry about me getting in. I can sneak in a few foci past the guards, even if I don't have a gun."
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>>2808227
Good

That leaves only SS holding his dick. If he has armed drones he stays in the T-bird with Boudi and come in hot if we ask for assistance.

We, Mustang and Crowley get in through the main entrance, mustang waits by the tunnel entrance/LZ while We and Crowley deal with the guy. If shit is indeed fucked we run to the LZ while the t-bird comes in hot providing cover fire for our escape.

Sounds good?


One more question though. OU ultimatun, yay or ney?
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

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Rolled 4, 1, 1, 3, 3, 6, 6, 4 = 28 (8d6)

>>2808234
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Rolled 6, 5, 5, 4, 5, 4, 5, 3 = 37 (8d6)

>>2808235
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>>2808235
>>2808234
now that I saw you rolling, I remembered we rolled a bunch of shit before, what was that about?

>>2808232
I'll agree wit you

I want to get this show on the road, there's not much I can add here, the last time I played Shadowrun we still had to plug the damn decks on our heads.
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>>2808232
Just, running a T-Bird that close to a military installation sounds like you want them to prep the AA defenses and ask for someone to scramble son interceptor drones.
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>>2808238
Which ones?
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>>2805960
this ones
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>>2808239
It doesn't need o be that close, it just need to be in under 10 mim close, that's the time the facility backup arrives and the area around the Fort is mostly wilderness. The bird is still our better option of escape simply because with it we won't have to fight the entire garrison to get out.
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>>2808246
Oh, I'll never tell.
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>>2808248
>in under 10 mim close
That’s maximum time for the HTR Team to arrive, meaning they’ll get there much sooner.
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>>2808250
Damn DMs and their bullshit rolling that may or may not mean something!
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>>2808252
I still prefer using it instead of going on foot and then riding Britney. This is probably not her first rodeo so she must have the means to keep it under detected or Crowley wouldn't even bring up her contact since he seems to know his shit
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>>2808252
"SS and Barbara always could park near one of the security tunnels if you're really worried about the flying fascists at Fort Lewis, mate."
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>>2808258
I’d prefer a pair of bikes registered to some throwaway SIN that we use until we’re far enough away to ditch them and have SS pick us up.
No need to have his ride be seen near a potential crime scene.
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>>2808258
Yeah if he stayed near one of the tunnels with Brianna we would have 2 exit strategies and not just one which is like, double the amount.

If shit is too hot for the bird it could act as distraction too while we go for the truck
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>>2808265
Man, I'm not going on a chase against the military on a bike after breaking out of a military facility on foot, probably taking out several MPs with a groundvehicle skill of 0
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>>2808273
Don't count out being skill-less. You ARE an amnesiac, after all.
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Final Vote Calling. Choices locked in 30 minutes after post timestamp.
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>Plan A
>Push up OU deadline to 12pm

>Plan B
>Proceed with deal with "Dietrich" at Fort Lewis Zoological Gardens, at 1600hrs. Recruit "Boudicca" and "Lancer" for assistance.
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>>2808277
>Plan C
>Write-In
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>>2808277
Plan B
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>>2808277
>>Proceed with deal with "Dietrich" at Fort Lewis Zoological Gardens, at 1600hrs. Recruit "Boudicca" and "Lancer" for assistance.
support
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>>2808277
>>2808278
This is what I wake up to.

No to plan A since its gonna make things go FUBAR if we can't reach an agreement and they decide to start shooting in a zoo which will drain our resources to deal with plan B in the same breath. That is assuming we were smart and separated the OU meeting location from the Deitrich one.

We should probably go with plan B since we already spent so much time trying to get some sort of meetup set up for it.

Plan C would be to call the whole thing off and maybe use proxy middlemen to make the trade offs for us.

I think we should try and change the immediate location or lead our buyer away from his chosen spot after we make contact.
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>>2808277
Plan B

I'm just glad we are moving


>>2808296
Plan A was not to set up a meeting with the OU present, it was to try and force them to buy before the meeting with "Dietrich". But as another anon pointed out we should keep them on reserve in case things with "Dietritch" don't work out and we have someone else to sell the data to
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>>2808292
>>2808293
>>2808296
>>2808299
>Plan B
Locked In
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After an eternity of arguments of the merits and demerits of either sticking with the Ork Underground or going with Dietrich's limited time offer, you all decided to go for the latter. In the event if it was a wash, the OU can also serve as a fallback option.

"Caveat being that we're alive to even collect it," murmurs Crowley as the waitress takes away the cleared breakfast plates.

You retort, "That's why we're going to need more hands in this. The Zoo is a nightmare to secure..."

"Alright, alright, mate. I already gave in, chummer." Crowley lights a cigarette, "Who do you want to call first?"

>"Boudicca" Street Sam
>"Lancer" T-bird Rigger
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>>2808304
>>"Boudicca" Street Sam

I must stress that I'm not being clingy, this is a business call
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>>2808304
>"Boudicca" Street Sam
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>>2808304
>"Boudicca" Street Sam

Talk to her in percentages, this way if we fuck the Dietritch deal and get paid less by the OU it's not a fixed value, but a fixed cut.

12,5% and dinner is on us
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>>2808304
>waifu
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>>2808304
>The formoroi
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>>2808311
>>2808312
>>2808317
>>2808318
>>2808326
You pull out your commlink, hitting Boudicca's commcode. Totally not being clingy, you try to justify to yourself. Purely a business call.

A few rings later, the line connects.

"Down, boy," Boudi teases. Her voice seems a little out of breath, "It's not 24 hours yet."

"Unfortunately it's business, Boudi." Your face heats up a little. "We could use a favor. Twelve and half percent cut and dinner is on me."

"Done."

"Done? You're not going to haggle higher?" You ask incredulously.

"I would've said yes at just wine and dining with you, lover boy." She teases you. "Send me the deets later." She then hangs up.

You both weren't exactly being quiet. Crowley's having a silent laughter. Mustang seems like she's barely holding it in herself.

Composing himself, Crowley speaks. "Good job, 'lover boy'. You want me to handle Lancer?

What say?
>Just pass the commlink to Crowley.
>Try to salvage your pride.
>Write-In
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>>2808337
>Just pass the commlink to Crowley.
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>>2808337
>Just pass the commlink to Crowley.
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>>2808337
>Try to salvage your pride.

Wedidntfuck up that bad
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>>2808337
>Just pass the commlink to Crowley.
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>>2808337
>Just pass the commlink to Crowley.
"Jealousy is such an ugly thing. Especially on a twiggy little keebler."
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>>2808359
Ditto
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>>2808337
Just pass the commlink to Crowley
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>>2808337
>>Just pass the commlink to Crowley.
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Rolled 1, 2, 4, 3, 2, 5, 1, 1, 2, 6, 2, 3 = 32 (12d6)

>>2808359
>>2808361
>>2808400
>>2808501
>>2808514
>>2808597
>>2808743
>>2808571
Writan

>Roll 14d6 [Neg+CHA Test](Max Hits: 8), Bo3


Sorry for delay.
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Rolled 1, 3, 1, 2, 1, 4, 5, 1, 4, 5, 3, 4, 3, 4 = 41 (14d6)

>>2809157
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Rolled 3, 6, 6, 5, 1, 6, 5, 4, 4, 2, 6, 3, 1, 4 = 56 (14d6)

>>2809157
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Rolled 6, 4, 3, 4, 3, 3, 2, 4, 3, 5, 1, 5, 1, 6 = 50 (14d6)

>>2809157
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>>2809185
2 hits

>>2809186
6 hits

>>2809196
3 hits

>Success! [6v2]
Writan
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>>2809186
Nice
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You slide your 'link across the table to Crowley. "Let's you do better, omae," you grumble.

"Gladly." Crowley stretches out and pops his knuckles. "Watch a master at work, mate."

You flip him the bird as the elf waitress comes back. She's holding up a kaf pot, chewing and blowing gum. "Sorry to disturb you folks. Do you want a refill? It's freshly brewed."

"Yes please." You pass her your cup. So does Mustang and Crowley.

As she pours the steaming kaf, she asks, "Y'all from out-of-town now, are you?"

"Why, who's asking?" You say, slightly suspicious.

She hands you your cup, "Just me. The regulars usually order waffles, and your friend there," she points at Crowley, who's getting a bit animated whispering into the 'link. "He's the first I've seen ordering the ham and eggs."

"Well, he's special," you say. You sip on the steaming kaf. "Hey, this is pretty good."

"Thanks! It's my personal blend. I gotta serve the other customers. Y'all have a good day now." Mustang waves in appreciation at the waitress as she walks away.

Crowley puts down the 'link. "Lancer agreed. Yours truly, the special maestro, managed to lower her fee down to 6k¥" He makes a small bow. "No need to hold your applause."

"Frag off, Crowley. Jealousy is such an ugly thing. Especially on a twiggy little keebler," you grumbled again.

"Whatever you say, 'lover boy' " Crowley smirks.

Choose game plan at the Zoo. Budget: 1,577¥

>Option A
>You, Mustang, and Crowley go directly to meet (Weapons: Ceramic knives)
>SS, Boudi, and Lancer on standby with T-bird

>Option B
>You, Boudi, Mustang, and Crowley go directly to meet (Weapons: Ceramic knives)
>Lancer on standby with T-bird, SS on standby near one of the service tunnel with Brynhildr

>Option C
>Write-In

>Bonus Option
>Narcojet Slap patch (Expedient markup: 300¥)
>Wage Slave smuggles in your weapons (Cost: 500¥)
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>>2809321
>>Option B
>Narcojet Slap patch (Expedient markup: 300¥)
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>>2809321
>Option B
>Narcojet Slap patch (Expedient markup: 300¥)
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>>2809346
Sure, ditto
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>>2809321
This'll be a great date with boudi
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>>2809346
>>2809361
>Option B
Writan
>>2809362
Just link my post if you want to make it count. I'll let it slide this time.
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"All of us plus Boudi will go to the Zoo meet." You say, "Lancer and SS will standby with their vehicles if things go south."

Crowley finishes up his kaf, "As you wish, oh mighty leader, He who fell trolls with his mighty sword. Waitress, check!" He ducks as you throw the salt shaker at his head.

The same Elf waitress walks up to your table with the bill in hand.

>Roll 11d6 [Perception Check]
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>>2809420
>First Roll
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Rolled 2, 3, 6, 2, 1, 1, 6, 1, 4, 5, 5 = 36 (11d6)

>>2809420
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>>2809420
shit, if she isn't the one shooting us try to tackle her to the ground, the girl seemed sweet. But only if it isn't her shooting us
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>>2809444
Even if she's the one shooting, tackle her to the ground just follow it up with a knife
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>>2809452
no knife, answers first, then knife. but you get what I meant. if it's her shooting it's a capture tackle, if it isn't it's a save tackle
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>>2809436
Just as the waitress is right at the table, your scars start to throb pretty bad. You sit up alert and scan the area, knowing that the last time it happened, you all almost got jumped by ghouls.

Behind the waitress, you see several figures approaching the diner with TMPs in hand.

>Roll 14d6 [Surprise Test, Threshold: 3], Bo3
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Rolled 6, 5, 1, 5, 2, 5, 4, 5, 2, 6, 1, 4, 4, 1 = 51 (14d6)

>>2809469
push her under the table, smash some fools
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Rolled 4, 3, 4, 4, 2, 3, 2, 1, 1, 6, 3, 2, 4, 4 = 43 (14d6)

>>2809469
I'm going to sleep guys, don't fuck up
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Rolled 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 6, 5, 5, 1, 5, 6, 5, 2 = 43 (14d6)

>>2809469
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>>2809471
6 Hits

>>2809479
1 Hit

>>2809487
6 Hits (Also six 1s)

>Success! [6v3]

You see 5 men bringing up their TMPs and hip-bracing their machine pistols.

Wat do?
>Use table as cover
>Pull the waitress to prone
>Write-In
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>>2809501
>Table prone
>Pull the waitress into cover
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>>2809501
>Pull waitress to prone
>Throw a mug of kaf at them
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>>2809501
>Pull the waitress to prone
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>>2809501
>Use table as cover
>>Pull the waitress to prone
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Rolled 6, 5 + 8 = 19 (2d6 + 8)

>>2809516
>>2809561
>>2809578
>>2809579
"TAKE COVER!" You screamed while pulling the waitress down and flipping the table for cover.

A hail of bullets sweep across the diner. You could hear screams of abject terror and pain.

Two of the men jumped through the shattered windows, while two others entered through the main entrance. Another burst through from the lavatory area.

>Roll 2d6+11 for Initiative, First Roll
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>>2809585
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Rolled 1, 3 + 11 = 15 (2d6 + 11)

>>2809585
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>>2809607
Well, fuck
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>>2809607
[15v14,13]

1st Combat Turn

>Pass 1
>You [IS:15]
>Wolfpack Night Hunter A [IS:14]
>Wolfpack Night Hunter B [IS:13]

>Pass 2
>You [IS:5]
>NH Wolfpack A [IS:4]
>NH Wolfpack B [IS:3]

Both assailants have hand razors and are quickly approaching melee range

>Draw Ruger & Fire at Target (Target A/B)
>Draw Combat Knife & Charge Attack (Target A/B)
>Write-In
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>>2809637
>Draw Ruger & Fire at Target A
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>>2809637
>Draw combat knife and charge
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>>2809643
>>2809637
At Target A
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>>2809637
Wait, are we wearing our Smartlinked contacts?
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>>2809648
Yup, but they somehow are not working right now.
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>>2809637
>>2809641
Fuck it, I change my vote to this. We'll save the close range for when these guys close distance
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>>2809641
>>2809693
>Quickdraw Ruger
>Roll 12d6 [Pistol+REA, Threshold(3)]
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>>2809697
>Bo3
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Rolled 4, 1, 5, 3, 4, 4, 1, 1, 3, 6, 5, 4 = 41 (12d6)

>>2809697
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>>2809697
Is it above 3 or 3 and above
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>>2809712
3 and above
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Rolled 5, 2, 1, 5, 5, 2, 6, 4, 5, 5, 6, 2 = 48 (12d6)

>>2809697
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>>2809711
3 Hits

>>2809759
7 Hits (Max Limit: 6)

>Success!

>Roll 17d6 [Pistol+AGI], Bo3
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Rolled 6, 2, 3, 6, 4, 3, 6, 1, 6, 6, 1, 3 = 47 (12d6)

>>2809766
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Rolled 5, 3, 6, 1, 2, 5, 2, 6, 4, 6, 6, 3, 1, 6, 4, 6, 2 = 68 (17d6)

>>2809768
Messed up
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Rolled 5, 1, 5, 1, 6, 2, 1, 6, 1, 3, 3, 5, 2, 1, 2, 6, 2 = 52 (17d6)

>>2809766
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Rolled 5, 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 6, 3, 6, 1, 4, 4, 2, 4, 2, 5, 2 = 59 (17d6)

>>2809766
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Rolled 3, 4, 1, 3, 2, 1, 5, 1 = 20 (8d6)

>>2809769
8 Hits (Max Acc: 5)

>>2809778
6 Hits (Max Acc: 5)

>>2809781
4 Hits

>Rolling for Wolfpack A defense test
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Rolled 4, 3, 2, 2, 6, 5, 2, 3, 3, 1, 3, 1, 2, 1, 5, 1, 6, 1 = 51 (18d6)

>>2809769
>>2809778
>>2809781
>Success! [5v1]
>Rolling for Wolfpack A damage resistance vs[DV9+4, AP:-2]
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Rolled 4, 6, 5, 1, 2, 5, 2, 6, 2, 6 = 39 (10d6)

>>2809795
Wolfpack NH A is wounded and flinches![-3 to all roll]

Wolfpack NH B is still charging with hand razor

Roll 15d6 to dodge (Max Hits: 6), Bo3

Pass 2:
>Fire at Wolfpack A
>Fire at Wolfpack B
>Write-In
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Rolled 6, 1, 3, 1, 6, 5, 6, 3, 3, 5, 3, 2, 4, 6, 6 = 60 (15d6)

>>2809803
>Fire at Wolfpack B
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Rolled 6, 3, 3, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 1, 1, 4, 4, 2, 4, 2 = 41 (15d6)

>>2809803

Pass

Finish wolf pack A with the pistol
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>>2809803
>Fire at Wolfpack B
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Do we have a reason ti spread the damage guys? Does the penalty sticks for longer then one turn?
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Rolled 5, 1, 4, 6, 3, 5, 2, 6, 6, 4, 6, 5, 3, 4, 1 = 61 (15d6)

>>2809807
>>2809803
Forgot the roll
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Rolled 1, 3 + 8 = 12 (2d6 + 8)

>>2809805
7 Hits (Max Hits: 6)

>>2809806
1 Hit (Five 1s)

>>2809809
7 Hits (Max Hit: 6)

>>2809803
>Successful Dodge! [6v5]

>Roll 2d6+11 for initiative Combat Turn 2
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Rolled 3, 1 + 11 = 15 (2d6 + 11)

>>2809811
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Rolled 4, 5, 6, 4, 4, 1, 1, 4 = 29 (8d6)

>>2809811
Shit Hang on, fucked up turn. >>2809813 & >>2809811 still applies. Resolving CT1 Pass 2 First

Shooting Wolfpack B
>Roll 17d6 [Pistol+AGI], Bo3
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Rolled 6, 4, 2, 6, 6, 5, 5, 5, 3, 6, 6, 5, 1, 1, 3, 2, 4 = 70 (17d6)

>>2809819
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Rolled 1, 6, 6, 2, 6, 5, 5, 3, 2, 2, 1, 3, 2, 3, 4, 2, 2 = 55 (17d6)

>>2809819
>
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Rolled 3, 1, 5, 6, 5, 6, 3, 2, 6, 1, 4, 3, 3, 5, 4, 3, 5 = 65 (17d6)

>>2809819
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Rolled 3, 1, 4, 5, 4, 3, 2, 5, 5, 1, 2, 5, 5, 2, 2, 1, 4 = 54 (17d6)

>>2809819
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Rolled 2, 3, 2, 5, 5, 6, 5, 2, 3, 5, 4, 1, 3, 5, 1, 6, 6, 3 = 67 (18d6)

>>2809820
9 Hits (Max: 5)

>>2809822
5 Hits

>>2809825
7 Hits (Max: 5)

>>2809819
>Success! [5v2]
>Rolling for Wolfpack B damage resistance vs[DV9+3, AP:-2]
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>>2809829
>NH Wolfpack B is wounded! [-2 to all roll]

Combat Turn 2

>Pass 1
>You [IS:15]
>NH Wolfpack B [IS:9]
>NH Wolfpack A [IS:6]

>Pass 2
>You [IS:5]
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>>2809832
>NH Wolfpack A [-3] starts charging again with offhand hand-blade
>NH Wolfpack B [-2] uses retractable spurs

>Dodge who?

>Fire A
>Fire B
>Write-In
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>>2809837
Can we split tge dice pool? I don't remember if that was a thing to dodge
>>
Rolled 2, 4, 5, 5, 1, 5 = 22 (6d6)

>>2809841
>Can we split the dice pool? I don't remember if that was a thing to dodge
Not for dodging

>Rolling for Wolfpack NH A attack
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>>2809841
If we can't split I'd like this to be a lesson on why you don't spread damage when gighting multiple opponents and focus on taking one out?

Are we in close range? What is the damage of our ruger compared with our adept fists?
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>>2809843
This is for Wolfpack B

>>2809846
Close range.
Ruger Super Warhawk [DV 9P, AP:-2]
Unarmed Combat [DV 4S]
>>
Rolled 4, 2, 4, 3, 3 = 16 (5d6)

Rolling for Wolfpack NH A attack
For realsies this time
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>>2809837
Dodge b

Fire b
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>>2809850
I mean, fire a
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>>2809837
>Dodge who?
>B

>Fire A
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>>2809850
>>2809853
Dodging B
Fire at A

>Roll 15d6 (Max Limit: 6), Bo3
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>>2809859
This is for Dodge Roll
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Rolled 6, 1, 3, 4, 3, 5, 4, 1, 5, 4, 6, 1, 2, 2, 5 = 52 (15d6)

>>2809859
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Rolled 6, 4, 6, 6, 6, 6, 2, 6, 2, 2, 1, 5, 3, 6, 2 = 63 (15d6)

>>2809859
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Rolled 6, 1, 3, 1, 1, 6, 1, 4, 1, 4, 5, 2, 2, 6, 6 = 49 (15d6)

>>2809859
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Rolled 6, 5, 6, 4, 5 = 26 (5d6)

>>2809863
5 Hits

>>2809866
7 Hits (Max: 6)

>>2809867
5 Hits

>Success! [6v3]

Firing at A
>Roll 17d6 [Max: 5], Bo3
>>
Rolled 3, 6, 4, 2, 3, 5, 4, 6, 6, 6, 5, 4, 5, 4, 4, 2, 6 = 75 (17d6)

>>2809869
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Rolled 4, 2, 3, 1, 6, 1, 4, 2, 6, 6, 6, 3, 6, 3, 2, 2, 2 = 59 (17d6)

>>2809869
>>
Rolled 3, 6, 3, 5, 6, 6, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 6, 3, 4, 1, 4 = 55 (17d6)

>>2809869
Samefagging for speed.
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Rolled 4, 5, 3, 3, 3, 2, 6, 3, 5, 3, 4, 6, 6, 2, 2 = 57 (15d6)

>>2809871
8 Hits (Max: 5)

>>2809872
5 Hits

>>2809876
5 Hits

>>2809869
>Success! [5v4]

>Rolling for Wolfpack A damage resistance vs[DV9+3, AP:-2]
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Rolled 6, 5, 5, 1, 4, 1 = 22 (6d6)

>>2809878
5 Hits

Wolfpack A drops dead.

Pass 2
>You
>Wolfpack B

Wolfpack B is attacking

Roll 15d6 to dodge, Bo3

>Fire Ruger at B
>Draw Combat Knife and attack
>Write In
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Rolled 3, 6, 6, 4, 3, 2, 5, 2, 5, 1, 5, 3, 3, 6, 1 = 55 (15d6)

>>2809880

>Draw Combat Knife and attack
close and personal
>>
Rolled 5, 4, 3, 1, 6, 2, 3, 1, 4, 2, 5, 6, 1, 5, 3 = 51 (15d6)

>>2809880
>>
>>2809886
Knife
>>
Rolled 5, 6, 4, 5, 1, 5, 4, 2, 5, 5, 1, 6, 6, 5, 5 = 65 (15d6)

>>2809880
Ye olde samefaggeroo
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Rolled 4, 6, 4, 1, 1, 5 = 21 (6d6)

>>2809882
6 Hits

>>2809886
5 Hits

>>2809892
10 Hits (Max: 6)

>>2809880
>Successful Dodge! [6v3]

>Roll 10d6 for Combat Knife attack, Bo3
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>>2809892
I don't mind samefagging, but don't do it again unless I call for it or at least 20mins has past for the latest roll.
>>
Rolled 6, 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 4, 3, 4, 5 = 38 (10d6)

>>2809896
>>2809897
Got it.
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Rolled 5, 1, 3, 3, 3, 1, 4, 5, 3, 4 = 32 (10d6)

>>2809896
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Rolled 4, 4, 3, 5, 6, 2, 4, 3, 5, 4 = 40 (10d6)

>>2809896
>>
Rolled 6, 5, 4, 4, 4, 1, 5, 2, 5, 1 = 37 (10d6)

>>2809896
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Rolled 5, 4, 5, 1, 3, 1, 3, 1, 4, 1, 3, 1 = 32 (12d6)

>>2809899
3 Hits

>>2809901
2 Hits

>>2809906
3 Hits

>>2809896
>Success! [3v2]

>Rolling Wolfpack A for Damage Resistance [DV 6+1P, AP -3]
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>>2809911
>Wolfpack B is down!
>Writan...
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The men looked like they just came out of a sci-fi horror trideo, with mis-matched cyberware and prosthetic limbs with bolted on blades. The two of them came directly after you, jumping across the debris.

In one swift motion, you drew your Ruger and fired once. The shot stopped one of them mid-charge, exposing a layer of dermal plating underneath. His buddy did not stop however, and you've managed to duck underneath his telegraphed razor swipe. In counter, you shot him too, the shot directly hitting him in the chest and exposing his dermal plating too.

Enraged, he extended hand spurs, three blades snickting out from between his knuckles. The other unleashed a blade from his palm and charges again at you.

You shoot your Ruger once again at the farther one, this time penetrating and hitting the heart. His buddy didn't faze and went for you anyway but missed and got stuck in one of the seating. Calmly, you drew your oversized knife and stab him in the eye, finally killing him.

With adrenaline still pumping, you look around for more targets. Mustang is currently in CQC with one of the other assailant, one of her knives has now extended into a spear. One of them lies on the floor, bleeding out from a neck wound while he vainly tries to stem the blood loss. Crowley on the other hand, has fried the one charging all the way from the lavatory with a lightning bolt. From the corner of your eye you see a man with a cyberdeck yelling, "GEEK THE FUCKIN' MAGE!"

What do?
>Go after the remaining man standing outside the diner
>Assist Mustang
>Write-In
>
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>>2809919
>>Go after the remaining man standing outside the diner
Mustang can handle herself. But a DECKER on other hand...
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>>2809919
>>Go after the remaining man standing outside the diner
>>
>>2809919
>Go after the remaining man standing outside the diner

Can we shoot him from where we are?
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>>2809920
>>2809923
>>2809924
>>Go after the remaining man standing outside the diner

>Fire at him [Range: Mid (-1 to Dicepool)]
>Get closer
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>>2809926
let's interrupt whatever he is doing

>Fire at him [Range: Mid (-1 to Dicepool)]
>>
>>2809926
>>Fire at him [Range: Mid (-1 to Dicepool)]
>>
>>2809926
>Fire at him [Range: Mid (-1 to Dicepool)]
>>
>>2809930
>>2809933
>>2809935
>Roll 16d6, to shoot. Bo3
>>
Rolled 5, 3, 2, 1, 1, 6, 6, 3, 5, 5, 1, 4, 3, 5, 3, 3 = 56 (16d6)

>>2809937
>>
Rolled 4, 6, 3, 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 4, 6, 6, 3, 1, 1, 2, 5 = 57 (16d6)

>>2809937
Holy aimbot god, who art in the matrix...
>>
Rolled 3, 5, 2, 4, 5, 1, 3, 2, 3, 2, 4, 2, 4, 2, 6, 5 = 53 (16d6)

>>2809937
>>
Rolled 1, 5, 3, 4, 3, 1, 5, 4, 5, 1, 5, 1, 2, 2 = 42 (14d6)

>>2809943
6 Hits (Max: 5)

>>2809945
6 Hits (Max: 5)

>>2809950
4 Hits

>Success! [5v0, Caught unaware]
>Rolling for BIOS-Fear's Damage Resistance v[DP9+5, AP-2]
>>
>>2809951
>BIOS-Fear is killed! [14v4]

Writan...
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>>2809952
shut the fuck up

sheesh we killed a named npc in one hit
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You decide to end the decker, seeing as he's the one barking orders of the ambush.

Without taking aim, you pulled your Ruger and fired once. The decker's head immediately explodes into pieces, the sound of your bullet cracking the speed barrier still lingers in the surrounding.

Wat do?
>Check on your crew
>Check on the waitress
>Check on the decker
>Write-In
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>>2809959
the "shut the fuck up" was for the dekker trying to get our mage geeked that is
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>>2809960
roll call, is everyone alright?

leave a big tip for the girl while we aleaving, today was a heck of a day at the job
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>>2809960
>Write-In
Do in this order
>Check on your crew
Should out everyone alright? Sound off!
>Check on the waitress
Miss you alright? *Give her your hand*.
>Check on the decker
Tell one of our boyz to watch the one bleeding out.
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>>2809965
*Shout out, "Is everyone alright?"*
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>>2809960
Check on our m8s, last time we saw them Mustang was still fighting one guy.

If they are ok check if the elf wasn't geeked
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>>2809964
>>2809965
>>2809968
Writan
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There's still one guy left, you thought as you turn to assist Mustang.

Just as she makes a sweep using her spear and lobs off the last guy's head.

"Is everyone alright?" You ask.

You can hear a few groans coming from the civilians, which apparently most of them survived thanks to your warning. Mustang stabs the one ganger bleeding out on the floor with the spear, then just nods at you.

"Uglurgh!" You hear the sound of vomiting behind you. When turn to check on her, she's bent over, vacating her breakfast onto the seating. You rub her back, "It's alright now, take as long as you like."

"Oh, Mercury old boy, did you get nicked? No, I did not, mate. Came pretty close too. Need a hand, Mercury? Nah, I'm doing fine. Thank yee for your overwhelming concern. No need to check on ole' Mercury, eh?" Crowley grumbles in the background, dusting off his lined coat, and uses the seat as a support to get up.

Once the waitress slightly recovered, she immediately gave you a bear hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou...." She repeats over and over. You return it, saying, "No need to thank us. You did well enough on your own." In addition, you slip into her pocket a credstick. Creds: - 150¥

You can hear the sirens of Seattle KE approaching, just as SS' and Brynhildr came drifting to a stop in front of the diner. "Let's get out of here!" screams SS. Reluctantly, you pulled off the waitress and with the rest of the team piled into Brynhildr and sped off.

>Cont.
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>>2809983
Ah, shit, I wanted to grab the decker’s body and gear. A deck is expensive, even if used.
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>>2809991
I wanted to interrogate the one bleeding out.

If he refused to answer in 10 seconds we'd have offed him. Yeah grab gear would be nice too. On the bright side, no one else gets to use it either...
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= = 0936Hrs. March 5th, 2075 = =

"....as you can see here, Auburn's popular diner, Table & Apron, was hit just this morning by six men, all heavily cyber-modified. Miraculously, there was only one casualty, day-shift manager Brian A. Cannaday. Anonymous sources say that this was a gang hit by the Human-supremacist group, "the Night Hunters", who was seeking revenge against the diner for "defiling human cuisine". KE officials have released a press statement, seeking the cooperation of three individuals who helped stop the attack. Next on Horizon News, Cyberware, how much is too much?"

Crowley turns off the TV. Thanks to Lady Luck and SS' driving, you all managed to slip the police cordon in Auburn and are now back in Crowley's safe-house in Renton. "What a load of drekk," he says. "The Night Hunters aren't just a meta-hating gang, they have ties to Brackhaven via being muscle for Humanis and other like-minded scum."

"And I bet that KE is looking for us not for "cooperation", but rather to stick us in their deepest, darkest cell in their fancy precinct and torture the drekk out of us to get to that damned commlink." SS adds.

You reply, "All the more reason to offload it at the Zoo, the commlinks too hot. Besides, it would be nice to at least have one of them alive to question." You raise your eyebrow at Mustang.

Mustang nonchalantly continues cleaning her blades. "No use. Bleeder lost vocal cords. Couldn't talk." She explains.

"Alright, no use crying over split milk." You say. "Let's go through the Zoo meet one more time."

Choose Bonus Options. Budget: 1,427¥
>Narcojet Slap patch (Expedient markup: 300¥ per)
>[State amount]

>Wage Slave smuggles in your weapons (Cost: 500¥)
>[Colt M23, 3 ext. Mag, Ruger Super Warhawk, 5 Spd. Loaders, Combat Knife]
>[Ruger Super Warhawk, 5 Spd. Loaders, Combat Knife. 2 Tomahawks]

>Write-In

>None of the above
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>>2810023
>Narcojet Slap patch (Expedient markup: 300¥ per) X 2

>[Ruger Super Warhawk, 5 Spd. Loaders, Combat Knife. 2 Tomahawks]
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>>2810045
Ditto
>>
>>2810023
>>[Colt M23, 3 ext. Mag, Ruger Super Warhawk, 5 Spd. Loaders, Combat Knife]

>Narcojet Slap patch (Expedient markup: 300¥ per)


the guns are imporrtant, I just realized we are a gun adept and not a knife adept
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>>2810070
This
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>>2810023
What are we picking here? For what?
>>
>>2810053
>>2810098
>>2809385

>>2810106
Picking bonus options of what to bring to the meet. Else you're going in unarmed to what at worst, is a trap.
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>>2810106
for the op

we are going in with just our knife, this option is to see if we would like to bribe someone to drop some weapons inside.
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>>2810023
>[Colt M23, 3 ext. Mag, Ruger Super Warhawk, 5 Spd. Loaders, Combat Knife]
>>
>>2810045
>>2810053
>Narcojet Slap patch (Expedient markup: 300¥ per) x2
>[Ruger Super Warhawk, 5 Spd. Loaders, Combat Knife. 2 Tomahawks]

>>2810070
>>2810098
>>2810157
>Narcojet Slap patch (Expedient markup: 300¥ per) x1
>[Colt M23, 3 ext. Mag, Ruger Super Warhawk, 5 Spd. Loaders, Combat Knife]

Writan...
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"Crowley, could one of your contacts get one of the zoo staff to smuggle in our weapons?" You ask. "We're willing to bribe the man."

"On short notice? Sure, but it won't be cheap as per usual." Crowley replies.

"Ok, people. We have less than seven hours to show time. Check your gear, grab more ammo, and keep your wits about you. We're about to step into the dragon's den."

>Cont.
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= = 1530Hrs. March 5th, 2075 = =

When SS dropped you and your crew at the Fort Lewis Zoological Gardens, it's a rare sunny day in Seattle, and bright yellow sunlight shines through the gauzy gaps in the curtain of clouds and industrial smog overhead. The zoo is busy, but not packed; the line moved quickly, the only hiccup was when a freckled and bored face was unsure of how to scan through Boudicca with her cyber-arms. Fortunately, she just smiled and presented her license as well as her ID as a former UCSA soldier. As she rejoins you, she winks at you while catching your hands in hers. Crowley bumps into one of the staff greeters, palming away the paper of where he stashed your weapons. Crowley gestures towards you all to begin following him into the zoo.

You pass byyoung couples on dates meander along, pointing at enclosures and giggling, and packs of smiling and laughing kids on school trips dart around the place, zipping from exhibit to exhibit with surging enthusiasm. There are plenty of ordinary animals, lions and tigers, enormous Asian elephants, antelopes, zebra, and giraffes, but stranger fare is also present. You see winged pegasi running in herds in their roofed grasslands enclosure, de-venomed eykyelebenle hanging lazily from the canopy of their artificial jungle habitat, a chitinous, emerald-armored wyrd mantis standing nearly two meters tall, and much more. Perhaps most impressive is the mated pair of phoenixes in their enormous, open-air enclosure, safely contained by sonic fences, twining around each other in flight, their fiery auras crackling with power. You don’t want to let your attention wander too much, so you keep your head down and make for your gear. Still, it’s probably a good idea to keep an eye on the wildlife here; some of these critters are dangerous predators, cages or not.

>Cont.
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>>2810235
Your gear is safely stowed away in a refuse bin. Boudicca wears a custom lined coat, making it easier for her to conceal her and your Colt M23s.

= = Thirty Six Minutes Later = =

When you've finally arrived at the basilisk exhibit in the reptile house, the crowd has died down a bit, with the odd couple and family ooh-aahing the Basiliks. There you can pick out a lone man, waiting in front of the exhibit, wearing almost as much armor as you are. You're definitely sure this is the "Dietrich" you're all meeting.

Two things stick out about the man. The first is that you're definitely sure you've seen him before, being thrown out of the Screaming Banshee when you were going in to meet Mr. Johnson. He looked different then—his hair is combed shorter and tighter now, his eyes hidden behind round-lensed mirrorshades—but it’s the same guy. The second thing is that he looks more scared than you are. You get being nervous before a meet, but this guy doesn’t just look scared, he looks displaced. He also looks wary, as if he expects the 2.5-meter-long black-and-yellow lizards coiled around themselves and the foliage to come crashing through the glass to devour him, or the packs of noisy school kids to converge on him with hidden blades slashing. He definitely shows no hint of recognition as you cautiously approach. His face is composed; when you get a glimpse of his eyes, you see they look like doll’s eyes, cold and artificial. Remote, like the earth seen from far off in space.

“Seth Dietrich?” you ask.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, his voice subtly different from the one you heard on the phone. Not the voice itself, but the way he carries it, his inflection. “The name’s Armitage,” He cocks an eyebrow and suddenly seems more tense, more urgent. “But you seem to know something.” He grabs you by the lapels, but his harsh voice stays quiet. “You want to tell me what’s going on here?”

What say?
>"Get your hands off me"
>"You called me here."
>"Where the hells is my money?"
>More Questions
>Write-In
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>>2810268
>Write-in: “Hey, I just got called here to sell a secondhand commlink, and the buyer’s name is Seth.”
>>
>>2810268
>Let go of me
>>
>>2810268
>>"You called me here."


OOC: Holy shit this guy! I played the shit out of his snes game
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>>2810268
I came here to sell something but if you are not here to buy I believe we were set up. Why are you here?
>>
>>2810268
>"You called me here."
To buy
>More Questions
Fuck did we both get setup? Gonna take you out and then take the comlinks huh? Kay well deals going south call for the team start evacuating.

>>2810268
Was expecting a Bane CIA guy picture after reading the text
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>>2810309
>>2810328
But we both know Armitage didn’t call us here, because he’s not the person we spoke with on the commlink.
So why tell him he’s the one that called us?
>>
>>2810332
I just don't want to give him anything
Maybe add an

if you didn't call why are you here?
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>>2810332
I'm just trying to larp with a headache man, idk.
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>>2810334
So you’re going to withhold or falsely accuse someone else who got caught in this trap, instead of telling him we’re both getting screwed. Telling him information that the people who lured us here already know and that would only help to identify us as not hostile to the cybered shaman. Seems pretty self-harming.
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>>2810278
>>2810286
>>2810309
>>2810317
>>2810328
>>2810332
>>2810334
>>2810339
Writan...
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>>2810339
and you are babbling about what is our purpose here to someone you don't know if it's friend or foe, who you are not sure if he knows about the comlink, since he was present near where we got it, if you mention the comlink it can be all he needs to attack us, we both may be self-harming, do your vote and I do mine omae
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"Let me go, or else..." You say firmly and calmly.

"Or else what?" Armitage cocks his head.

"Else, I'll blow your head off with mah boomstick, wanker." replies Boudicca, her left hand held up to the side of Armitage's head.

After a tense second or two, he lets go. "Fine, speak." He growls menacingly.

"I'm here because I was called here by someone named Seth Dietrich." You say, as you adjust your lapels.

"What made you think that I'm...this Seth Dietrich?" Armitage replies.

"For one thing, you're here exactly where he'd be in an extremely small window." You answer, "The second thing is that you're also pretty armed and not at all dressed for a sunny date in Fort Lewis Zoo." You then turn the questions on to him.

"So, answer my question, why are you here?"

Armitage looks straight at you, "That's the thing, I don't know how I got here."

What do?
>Ask him to clarify
>Ask him what is the last thing he remembered.
>Abort and bail
>Write-In
>>
>>2810370
>Clarify
Oh shit, did this dude get intercepted and wiped
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>>2810370
>>Ask him what is the last thing he remembered.

walk and talk
let's bail, shit's fubar

but don't call the bird yet, let's go to the car
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>>2810370
>Ask him what is the last thing he remembered.
Could always be that he got dosed with laes. Though it’s Armitage so having his brain fried is pretty normal for him.
>>
Well shit, we’re armored and have guns on us. Security only needs a call from a “concerned zoo-goer” that they saw a man with a gun under their jacket to start looking for us.
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>>2810370
>Ask him what is the last thing he remembered
Mybe we take him with us?
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>>2810380
yeah, to clarify, my walk and talk was to take him with us
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>>2810370
>>Abort and bail
>>
Rolled 5, 5, 2 + 9 = 21 (3d6 + 9)

>>2810379
>>2810380
>>2810383
>>2810407
"Clarify," you state. This feels more and more like one drekked up trap.

Armitage answers, "A minute ago, I was trying to summon Dog, my mentor spirit in a slum apartment in the middle of the night. Next thing I see when I open my eyes, I'm in the damn zoo next to this lizard exhibit."

"What is the last major thing that you can remember?" You ask more insistently.

"I was on a run with my crew against the Aneki Corporation. In 2050." He replies.

You feel goosebumps. That was a quarter of a decade ago. You pinged your crew, "Abort, abort, abort. This is a trap."

"This is a set up for both of us" you say. "Come with us. Maybe we can help." You extend your hand to him.

You don’t even hear the gunshot, just a wet tearing sound as a ragged hole opens in Armitage’s throat. His dark-red blood sprays out to cover your face; what you do hear is the CRACK of the high-velocity round striking the pressure glass wall of the basilisk enclosure behind you. The gushing blood also splatters the spidery crack spreading from the impact point in the middle of the glass.

As Armitage’s body slumps, lifeless, to the floor, a basilisk uncoils with surprising speed and launches itself at the damaged glass. Which shatters outwards. You can hear the hiss of the beast along with the screams of the panicking crowd.

>Roll 2d6+11 for Initiative, first roll
>>
Rolled 4, 3 + 16 = 23 (2d6 + 16)

>>2810433
>Rolling for Boudicca
>>
Rolled 6, 3 + 11 = 20 (2d6 + 11)

>>2810433
>>
Rolled 3, 6 + 11 = 20 (2d6 + 11)

>>2810433
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>>2810433
Noooooo, Armitage is my childhood hero! He's dead! Again! Bad omae Qm!

He was the perfect person to help us against the cat manace, being a dog spirit himself too.

Now we just have to find a kitsune past her prime
>>
Rolled 2, 5, 1, 3, 6, 6, 6, 5, 5, 3, 3, 5, 2, 5 = 57 (14d6)

>>2810438
You are on the South Side of the tunnel. A sniper sits on a tree South-West from your position. A tourist has attached a magazine to his left arm and is readying it. A basilisk is between you and the "tourist".

Combat Turn 1

>Pass 1
>Boudicca [IS: 23]
>You [IS: 20]
>Chimera Sniper [IS: 14]
>Chimera Wetwork [IS: 14]
>Basilisk [IS: 8]

>Pass 2
>Boudicca [IS: 13]
>You [IS: 10]
>Chimera Sniper [IS: 4]
>Chimera Wetwork [IS: 4]

>Pass 3
>Boudicca [IS: 3]

Basilisk attacks Wetwork. Sniper is shooting at you. Boudicca passes you your Colt M23

Roll 15d6 for dodge roll, Bo3

Wat do?
>Fire at Sniper [SA/BF/FA]
>Fire at Wetwork [SA/BF/FA]
>Fire at Basilisk [SA/BF/FA]
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>>2810457
>Write-In
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Rolled 2, 2, 4, 5, 2, 3, 5, 1, 4, 5, 2, 3, 6, 3, 5 = 52 (15d6)

>>2810457
>>Fire at Basilisk [SA/BF/FA]
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>>2810457
>>Fire at Sniper [SA/BF/FA]

while the 2 are occupied

>write in
call t-bird
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Rolled 5, 6, 2, 5, 2, 2, 6, 6, 3, 2, 4, 4, 5, 1, 6 = 59 (15d6)

>>2810457
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>>2810457
The basilisk is going for the hostile, right?

>Sniper
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Rolled 2, 3, 1, 6, 2, 4, 3, 1, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 3 = 39 (15d6)

>>2810457
>Fire at Sniper [BF]
Tough call, the basilisk can petrify us but the sniper is shooting at us.
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>>2810474
Ditto
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now, if the sniper didn't hit his limit and hit us we have to spend edge guys
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>>2810457
8 Hits (Max:7)

>>2810473
5 Hits

>>2810479
7 Hits (Max:6)

>No Success. [6v7]

>Roll 13d6 [DV 13S, AP-3](Armor not penetrated)
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Rolled 5, 3, 6, 1, 4, 1, 2, 3, 2, 6, 2, 3, 3 = 41 (13d6)

>>2810500
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>>2810500
>For Damage Resistance, Bo3

>>2810484
Sorry, I forgot to reply to yours
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>>2810500
can we edge after the roll like Wyatt? :^P
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>>2810520
Yeah you can. But you want to wait for a bit.
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Rolled 6, 2, 3, 6, 1, 1, 3, 6, 3, 3, 2, 4, 4 = 44 (13d6)

>>2810500
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Rolled 3, 2, 5, 6, 6, 5, 5, 1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 2 = 57 (13d6)

>>2810500
I think this shot will be fatal
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>>2810503
3 Hits

>>2810523
3 Hits

>>2810527
8 Hits

>DV5 stun is applied, -1 to all Dice pools

Firing at Sniper
>Semi-Auto
>Burst-Fire
>Full-Auto
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>>2810534
>>Semi-Auto
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>>2810534
Semi auto
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>>2810534
>DV5 stun is applied, -1 to all Dice pools [Effect is applied next pass]
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>>2810534
>>Semi-Auto
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Rolled 4, 4, 6, 5, 5, 4, 2, 5, 5, 5, 2, 6, 6, 4, 3, 3 = 69 (16d6)

>>2810537
>>2810539
>>2810544
>Roll 17d6 (Max 6), Bo3
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Rolled 1, 6, 1, 1, 2, 6, 5, 6, 2, 3, 2, 4, 5, 2, 6, 2, 6 = 60 (17d6)

>>2810548
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Rolled 3, 8, 3, 1, 4, 5, 6, 5, 8, 5, 7, 8, 3, 2, 3, 6, 8 = 85 (17d8)

>>2810548
fucking hell guys, we have to get out of here, the guy has upper limit on us
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Rolled 1, 3, 6, 3, 1, 3, 1, 4, 1, 6, 6, 3, 5, 2, 3, 2, 3 = 53 (17d6)

>>2810548
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Rolled 6, 1, 6, 3, 1, 6, 1, 2, 6, 3, 6, 1, 1, 5, 5, 3, 1 = 57 (17d6)

>>2810553
arch, wrong dice
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>>2810548
8 Hits

>>2810551
7 Hits [Max: 6]

>>2810554
4 Hits

>>2810555
7 Hits (Max: 6)

>No Success. (6v8)
>Would you like to spend Edge (Re-roll lowest dicepool)?
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Rolled 6, 1, 6, 1, 1, 1, 3, 2, 3, 1, 2, 5, 3, 1, 5, 2, 5 = 48 (17d6)

>>2810548
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>>2810562
spend some edge
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>>2810562
YES please
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>>2810577
we reroll only the failures and there's no limit right?

holy shit the guy's limit is 8
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>>2810562
Spend edge
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>>2810562
Yes.
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>>2810579
because if that is the case I don't like our odd, we will have to get 5 hits on 13 die, not impossible, but very dificult

I change to no
maybe spend when the limit 8 fucker rolls poorer
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Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>2810574
>>2810577
>>2810580
>>2810581
>Roll 13d6, Bo3 (No limits)
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Rolled 2, 1, 3, 5, 5, 1, 6, 1, 4, 2, 4, 4, 6 = 44 (13d6)

>>2810588
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Rolled 1, 2, 2, 2, 6, 3, 6, 2, 2, 6, 3, 2, 1 = 38 (13d6)

>>2810588
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Rolled 3, 2, 5, 5, 3, 4, 5, 6, 1, 6, 1, 4, 5 = 50 (13d6)

>>2810588
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>>2810588
Oops, ignore my dice roll. For real
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>>2810593
holy shit we did it, I thought it was first roll only
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Rolled 2, 5, 4, 1, 5, 3, 3, 6, 3, 5, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 2, 5 = 67 (17d6)

>>2810591
4 Hits

>>2810592
3 Hits

>>2810593
6 Hits

>Success! [10v8]
>Rolling for Sniper Damage Resistance [DV11P, AP -2]
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Rolled 5, 5, 1, 5, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5, 4, 6, 4, 2, 6, 5, 5, 6, 1, 4, 5 = 91 (20d6)

>>2810604
Sniper is Wounded! [-1 to Dicepool] Wetwork is Petrified!

Pass 2
>Boudicca
>You
>Sniper

Sniper aims at Boudicca. Boudi fires at Basilisk.

>Fire at Sniper
>Fire at Basilisk
>Write-In
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>>2810609
>Aim at sniper
Protect her smile
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Rolled 3, 5, 2, 1, 3, 5, 6, 4, 2, 3, 3, 1 = 38 (12d6)

>>2810609
13 Hits (Max: 6)

>Rolling for Basilisk Defense
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>>2810609
>>Fire at Sniper
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>>2810609
>>Fire at Sniper
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>>2810609
>Fire at Sniper
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Rolled 3, 5, 3, 3, 5, 6, 6 = 31 (7d6)

>>2810618
[6v3]

>Rolling for Basilisk Damage Resistance [DV12P, AP -6]
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>>2810633
Basilisk is wounded [-2 to Dicepool]

>>2810621
>>2810626
>>2810628
>>2810615
>Firing at Sniper
>Semi-Auto
>Burst-Fire
>Full-Auto
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>>2810640
>>Semi-Auto
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>>2810640
what are the rules for a burst again?
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>>2810640
>Burst-Fire
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>>2810647
Minus Number of consecutive bullets after first shot + Recoil Control fired from atk dice pool. Cannot be more than zero

Ex: Burst Fire: -[3-1-RC(8)] Dicepool, Therefore no atk modifiers.

Full Auto: -[10-1-RC(8)] Dicepool. Therefore, -1 to Atk DP
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>>2810664
Defenders get a minus Defense modifier.

BF: -2
FA: -9
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>>2810664
so we can fire 3 with a burst with no atk modifiers, is that the exemple you gave?

if that is true let's go with

>burst fire
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Rolled 6, 2, 6, 4, 3, 6, 3, 1, 5, 6, 2, 5, 6 = 55 (13d6)

>>2810643
>>2810652
>>2810678
Burst Firing
>Roll 16d6 (Max:6), Bo3
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Rolled 6, 4, 4, 5, 1, 2, 2, 1, 3, 1, 6, 3, 2, 1, 2, 5 = 48 (16d6)

>>2810686
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Rolled 6, 1, 3, 5, 4, 2, 4, 2, 6, 3, 1, 5, 3, 1, 5, 4 = 55 (16d6)

>>2810686
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Rolled 6, 1, 4, 4, 3, 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 3, 6, 4, 5, 5, 1 = 59 (16d6)

>>2810686
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Rolled 1, 6, 3, 3, 5, 2, 3, 4, 1, 6, 5, 3, 5, 6, 4, 5 = 62 (16d6)

>>2810686
We should be runing away duckinf for cover and let animals losse that we can
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>>2810989
>Letting the dangerous magical animals loose
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>>2811067
Hopefully they eat everyone eils thats not us.
And itl be fun to watch it on the news latter
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>>2811127
Nah m8, we've been pretty white hatty lately.

What we do need is burn another edge to finish this motherfucking sniper. The dude is way better than us, we'll need every help we can get
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>>2811127
anon are you having a stroke?
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Rolled 4, 5, 5, 2 + 16 = 32 (4d6 + 16)

>>2810686
7 Hits

>>2810703
4 Hits

>>2810716
5 Hits

>>2810989
7 Hits (Max: 6)

>No Success.[6v7]

Pass 3
>Boudicca kills Basilisk!

>Roll 1d6+11 for Initiative. First to roll.

>Rolling for Boudicca & Sniper. First 2 for former, Last 2 for latter
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>>2811145
Can't be, when's the last time you heard of a 12 year old having a stroke
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Rolled 6 + 11 (1d6 + 11)

>>2811154
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Rolled 5 + 11 (1d6 + 11)

>>2811154
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>>2811154
>>2811158
[17,25v18]

Combat Turn 2

>Pass 1
>Boudicca[IS:25]
>Sniper [IS:18]
>You [IS:17]

>Pass 2
>Boudicca[IS:15]
>Sniper [IS:08]
>You [IS:07]

>Pass 3
>Boudicca[IS:05]

>Sniper has fled the scene!
>Writan...
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I'm going to sleep guys but listen to this, go full auto next pass, he is alone now and at least one bullet has to hit him
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>>2811178
The sniper ran dude
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>>2811178
Nevermind, I'm am idiot
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The Basilisks are Awakened Komodo Dragons. In addition to its near-fatal bite, it also gained a petrifying gaze, allowing it to immobilize prey, and eat them fresh.

Which is why you're slightly glad that it went for the "tourist" who had his cyberarm gun pointed at you.

Boudicca's the first to react, passing you your Colt M23. By instinct, you fired a round into the tree where you suspect the sniper would be, and got a grazing hit in return.

Boudicca deals with the immediate threat first, the Basilisk chewing on its now-petrified victim. Double tapping the beast before it could turn its attention on anyone else. You fire a three-round burst into the Sniper's location, while at the same time, Boudicca was hit by the Sniper.

She was hit in her left cyber-arm, which caused her to miss when she returned fire at the Sniper. When no body flopped out of the tree, you realize that the Sniper had cut their losses and turned tail.

Looking for Crowley and Mustang, you turn around to the North Entrance where they were keeping watch. Two more bodies of "tourists" lie dead on the ground, with one of them almost vertically bisected while the other had his guts all over the floor. The second Basilisk is charred to a crisp, and you caught Crowley dismissing a Spirit of Fire in the shape of a Three-Legged Raven.

Wat do?
>Check on the crew
>Check the dead "tourists"
>Check Armitage's body
>Write-In
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>>2811268
>Check Armitage then the tourists
Nobody from us is dead, let's loot some gubbins
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>>2811299
Support
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>>2811299
>Check Armitage's body
Take his body check it later

>Check the dead "tourists"
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>>2811268
>Check Armitage's body
A cybered shaman that's NOT a burnout is either stupid or has some delta-grade ware in him.
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>>2811268
Check Armitage's body
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>>2811268
>>Check Armitage's body
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>>2811299
>>2811310
>>2811318
>>2811354
>>2811387

You immediately check Armitage, hoping at least he's still alive to give you answers, despite the evident gunshot wound to his throat. Unfortunately, death was pretty much instantaneous. Scouring through his jacket, you find an identical twin Hermes Ikon commlink, a Colt Government 2066 with 2 mags of APDS ammo and a Platinum Credstick.

"Got anything?" You ask the rest of the crew.

"Nope," replies Crowley checking one of the dead. "All of them pretty much dead, including the gutted one. Brain fluids are leaking through their ears though."

Mustang stabs a piece of an implant perfectly cleaved in half to show everyone.

Boudicca whistles, "That's a Betaware Cortex bomb. Custom and expensive."

"We can gawk later," you say. "Now's the time to bogey out." You hail your ride, "Lancer! We need a pick-up fast!"

"30 seconds to LZ, coming in very hot!"

"You heard the lady. Let's move!" Your crew immediately head for your extraction point.

>Cont.
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>>2811400
>death was pretty much instantaneous
Not like that stopped him before. I wonder if Kitsune still sings.
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>>2811400
= = Five Minutes Later = =

Thrusters burn, metal groans, no gunshots ring off the T-bird's chassis; you can barely make out the banshee wail of a thousand sirens in the distance, but no UCSAF T-birds or mil-drones pursue you. Another “clean” getaway.

You try to slow your ragged breathing and thundering heartbeat, reload your weapons, get a sense of what just happened, who’s hurt, how badly, and who all the blood soaking into the upholstery belongs to.
Some of it is yours, and most of it isn’t. But now it all looks the same.

Brass tacks time: Armitage is dead, killed by cyborg assassins packing milspec ’ware, and drek has gone sideways and into the fan. You should have known that 100,000¥ to walk away was too good of a deal to be true, even if you now have the creds in hand. Things went FUBAR, and you’re still stuck with this commlink. You can’t just ditch it out the window and let the corps and the crusaders fight it out. Even if you dropped it in a dumpster, no one would believe you’d done so. They’ll keep coming for it until they know that they, or one of their rivals, has their hands on it. Brackhaven’s people may well keep coming until they’re sure they’ve eradicated every single copy of the data, or until it’s a moot point. At this point, the thing is such a giant bullseye that you’d practically pay to offload it, but you should get some nuyen for your trouble. Sell out while the selling’s good. But to who?

Crowley exits the cockpit and sits next to you in the passenger bay. "Lancer's pissed she had to extract us from the UCSA military. Something about hazard pay and too much attention. She's asking for extra fifteen hundred nuyen."

"She earned it," you say. "Besides, not wise to piss her off when we're still in the air and no one else know how to pilot."

"True." Crowley nods his head, "I've several new messages from interested parties in regards to our "hot potato", but it can wait till we rendezvous with SS and we're all safe and sound in the safe-house."

"Anyone hurt?" You ask.

"Nothing more serious than nicks and bruises. Though Boudi's had the worst of it, her left arms damaged and she'll need to see a 'ware specialist to fix it. One question though, do you want still want to keep Boudi and Lancer in on this?"

What say?
>Yes
>No
>Write-In
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>>2811496
>Boudi, no but yes Lancer
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>>2811513
Boudi's injured but Lancer should be a good backup/air support
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>>2811496
>Write-In
Boudi needs time off to get her arm fixed up, but Lancer and her T-Bird would really make getting away easier.
So let Boudi rest and get her arm fixed up, keep Lancer on retainer unless SS has a fast armored car he can use.
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>>2811513
i'll support this
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>>2811496
I'll back >>2811522
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>>2811513
>>2811522
>>2811599
>>2811644
Writan...
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"We'll send Boudi to where she can get fixed. Keep Lancer on retainer, odds are we're going to need her extra firepower." You answer Crowley.

"Agreed. Well, here." He passes to you back the plat credstick you took off Armitage and gave to him for verification. "All 100,000¥ that your Dietrich promised us. You're sure he told you he wasn't Dietrich, mate?"

"Yes," You say. "His voice felt familiar yet different at the same time. His accent and tone were all different. As if they were twins separated at birth and raised in different parts of the globe."

"Well, that's a mystery to be solved later. I'm going to check on who hit us at the zoo. Cyborg assassins with custom made milspec 'wares and cortex bombs don't grow on trees." Crowley then wanders off to a corner, calling one of his in-numerous connection.

Wat do?
>Check on Boudi
>Check on Mustang
>Check on Lancer
>Rest for now.
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>>2811694
>Check on boudi
She's the only one hurt
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>>2811694
Check on Boudi
Also order pizza for the dinner ww promised her
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>>2811694
>Check on Boudi
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>>2811709
Did everyone leave all of a sudden?
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>>2811856
It's pretty late on the east coast
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>>2811878
Yeah, I'm on the east coast too
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>>2811694
>Rest for now.
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>>2811694
>Check on Boudi
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>>2811694
>>2811694
>Check on Boudi
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Guy's about leaving Boudi somewhere, I think it's a bad idea.
Blackhaven's guys already have the footage on the incident at the zoo, where she was with us. They'll probably check where she get's repaired after that shot, and they might go after her to get info on us.
I think the best strategy is to stick together until we unload the "hot potato" even if she just sit's on the t-bird for now.
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>>2811709
>>2811854
>>2811855
>>2812096
>>2812105
You decide to check on Boudi, she's the only one that was hurt badly this time.

Across the passenger bay, Boudi has a toolkit open. Her left arm detached and she's tinkering with it. "Hey there, lover boy."

"Hey," you say. "You alright, Boudi? That shot looked pretty bad."

"Yeah, me arm caught the worst of it. See?" She waves her left arm about. "It's not nearly as bad as it looks."

What do?
>"I'm glad you gave us a helping hand"
>"What do you think happened in that SNAFU back there?"
>Just kiss her fool.
>Write-In
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>>2812130
>>"I'm glad you gave us a helping hand"
>"What do you think happened in that SNAFU back there?"
>How are you? we are still not finished, can you keep up just with the field repairs?
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>>2812137
I agree
But change the last question to something like. "Are you good to run or do you need a repair shop?

Also, no kissing now guys, we are on the job, kissing is for later
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>>2812130
is that a character from a game or something? you seem to have a lot of pics
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My googlefu is over 9000
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>>2812137
+1
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>>2812130
>"I'm glad you gave us a helping hand"
>Write-in: “Corny puns aside, you ever hear of a runner named Armitage, or a run against the Aneki Corporation?”
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>>2812181
Yeah, the part about the corny joke is good too
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>>2812137
>>2812141
>>2812176
>>2812181
"Well, I for one am glad you were there giving us a helping hand." You say with deadpan.

"Hahaha...Owww." Boudi laughs before accidentally braining herself with her arm. "That was a pretty terrible pun."

"Corny puns aside, what do you think happened in that SNAFU back there?" You ask.

"Honestly? We were very lucky the assassins weren't really after us. It would have been a lot worse if they had also released the other animals in the exhibit. Could you imagine not only dealing with basilisks, but also a Piasma at the same time?"

You recall the Piasma, a Para-critter in an enclosure nearby the Reptile House. It was big, almost double the size of a normal black bear, and definitely waaay stronger, tougher, meaner, angrier, and uglier. You shudder at the possibility of getting mauled by it.

You thought about Armitage and his final words, "Have you ever heard of Armitage, or a run against the Aneki Corporation?"

"Not that I can recall. Though, I did hear something about Aneki and the Matrix 1.0. Legends mostly." Boudi answers as she returns to field stripping her left arm.

"Is there anything I could do to help?" You ask, "Could you keep up with just field repairs? Or do you need to see a repair shop for your arm?"

"Down, boy." Boudi grins as she grabs your head in a vice and gives you a big sloppy kiss. Once she's satisfied, she looks you in the eye. "I'm glad you're worried and all, I'm a big girl. I know the consequences of my choices and mistakes. So don't worry so much, yeah? You need to take care of yourself first before being worried for others, otherwise you're only about to make things worst. Understand?"

You just nod.

"Besides, the bullet damage up my cyber shotgun barrel. You can drop me off at my doc. She'll be able to patch me up by at least a day." She says. "Now shoo, you're distracting me."

What do?
>Check on Mustang
>Check on Lancer
>Rest for now.
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