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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.

>>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

>>2803760
>Try to remember what happened last night.[Memory Test]

>>2803760
>>Try to remember what happened last night.[Memory Test]

>>2803776
>>2803794
>Roll 5d6(Max Hits: 4)(Threshold: 2), Bo3

Rolled 1, 3, 2, 1, 5 = 12 (5d6)

>>2803798

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

>>2803798

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

>>2803798

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

>>2803798

>>2803799
1 hit

>>2803811
2 hits

>>2803815
3 hits

>Success! [3v2]
Writan

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

>>2803823
>Grab your gear which is scattered all over the place

>>2803823
>Wait for the person to come out and look around for a bit

No need to be an asshole

>>2803823
>>Grab your gear which is scattered all over the place

>>2803823
>Grab your shit as you wait for the other occupant of the room to come out

>>2803862
this

>>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

>>2803862
Changing to this, I hadn't meant to bail when I said to grab our gear.

>>2803862

>>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.

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

>>2804016
I think you can get banned for that pic
>Return the favor. Aggressively

>>2804019
He can.

>>2804019
>>2804020
Party poopers

>>2804025
Don’t want you getting b& chummer.

>>2804016
>Return the favor. Aggressively

>>2804025
Now I didn't get to see the pic, spoiler it man

Return the favor I guess


Also, what's a Formori?

>>2804037
Or put it on a 3rd party image site in a link

>>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.

>>2804056
It's also NSFW, so beware.

>>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.

>>2804056
Yeah, definetly return thw favor

>>2804016
>Return the favor. Aggressively

>>2804016
>>2804056
Oh DREK yes!
>Go for it boi

>>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

>>2804114
>"Regrettably, duty calls."
But make sure to give her our number.

>>2804114
>>"Woof!"
Not like we have anything else to do

>>2804114
Let the dice decide my choice.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2804114

>>2804114
>"Woof!"
Still got time.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2804125
>>2804163
1

>>2804124
>>2804141
2

Rolling

>>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

>>2804224
>"Where are we heading?"

The gentlemen option, we don't coment

>>2804224
>"Where are we heading?"
Nothing from last night is on the Matrix, though, is it?

>>2804224
>Write-In
"A gentleman never asks and a lady never tells. Where are we heading?"

>>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

>>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

>>2804368
>"What the hell happen last night?!"

>>2804368
>"What the hell happen last night?!"

>>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

>>2804488
>"We'll go with SS' idea. Someone's surely interested in it."

>>2804488
>I highly encourage anons to write in suggestions
20 years of schooling and I still write like a first grader. Kill me pls.

>>2804488
Check our contacts, we made a bunxh last night

>>2804488
I guess "Tiga", our contact, wouldn't be interested in it, would he?

>>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.

>>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

>>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

>>2804554
It's worth a call I guess

>>2804554
>>2804558
>>2804561
these

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

>>2804993
Call Tiga, if he isn't interested he may know someone who is

>>2804993
Call up Tiga, find out if he's either interested or knows someone who is.

>>2805006
>>2805011
these

>>2805006
>>2805011
>>2805033
>Calling "Tiga".

Writan.

>>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.

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

>>2805093
Mustang

>>2805093
>Crowley

To negotiate

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

>>2805093
>Crowley

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2805144
>>2805238
1

>>2805122
>>2805177
2

>Rollin

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.

>>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.

Nice.
Source? RIS ain't giving me shit.

>>2805349
>RIS ain't giving me shit
What?

>>2805356
He's probably asking about the image of Boudi.
If he is then RIS would be reverse image search.

>>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.

>>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

>>2805505
>>Ask for details

>>2805505
>Ask for details

>>2805505
Agree
And we call it even

>>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

>>2805505
>Agree
Sure, this guy looks on a level. We can trust this overly friendly boyo.

>>2805539
>>2805569
>>2805570
>>2805656
>>2805698
Writan

"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

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

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

>>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

Rolled 6, 5, 4, 3, 5, 2, 2, 6, 5, 3, 5 = 46 (11d6)

>>2805785

>>2805785
Man, I'm loving this quest already I'm super hopeful that it doesn't get flaked

Rolled 2, 4, 1, 4, 3, 4, 4, 5, 4, 6, 2 = 39 (11d6)

>>2805785
CRITICAL GLITCH GO!!!!

Rolled 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 1, 4, 5, 3, 2, 5 = 35 (11d6)

>>2805785

>>2805791
Does this pass?

>>2805808
six hits, I bet it does

>>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.

>>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

>>2805836
>Try to barter the food you have for the bird

>>2805836
>>Try to barter the food you have for the bird

>>2805836
>Try to barter the food you have for the bird

Aaaarg! Catgirls! Can we just shoot it?

>>2805836
>Barter with the food you have
Maybe it wants some milk

>>2805840
It's a kid you bloodthirsty monster.

>>2805838
>>2805839
>>2805840
>Roll 7d6 (Neg+CHA test), Bo3

Rolled 2, 4, 6, 6, 1, 3, 6 = 28 (7d6)

>>2805843

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

>>2805843

>>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

Rolled 1, 6, 2, 1, 5, 3, 3 = 21 (7d6)

>>2805843
>>2805843

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

>>2805843

>>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

>>2805862
>Try to negotiate
200¥

>>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.

>>2805862
>Negotiate
No damn way, we looted a corpse for this money

>>2805865
>>2805866
>>2805870
>Trying to negotiate
>Roll 5d6 [Neg+CHA test], Bo3

Rolled 4, 3, 5, 2, 1 = 15 (5d6)

>>2805872

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

Fucking alley cats, I should getva dog

Rolled 6, 1, 1, 6, 6 = 20 (5d6)

>>2805872

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

>>2805872

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.

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.

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

>>2805883

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

>>2805883

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

>>2805884
>>2805886
>Draw! [6v6]
Writan

>>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.

>>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?

>>2805887
Can you explain this edge business? I didn't get how he got the 6

>>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.

>>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.

>>2805893
Also, a draw favors the defender right? I bet this little shit is trying to run with our credstick

>>2805898
>Wyatt failed all of his rerolls except one
>Sweet goblinoid Jesus we're lucky

>>2805901
A hit is either 5 or 6. You're lucky I forgot that Edge spending has no limits.

>>2805902
Still, lucky

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.

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

>>2805915
>Just cut your losses and bring Manatu back
Drekking cat, filthy sack of para-critters mangy little bastard

>>2805915
>Just cut your losses and bring Manatu back

>>2805915
>>Just cut your losses and bring Manatu back

>>2805915
>Cut losses, take bird

>>2805915
This assholes albino cloaca better be worth it

>>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.

>>2805915
So, what can we actually buy with Karma

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>2805942

Rolled 6 (1d8)

>>2805942

Rolled 4 (1d7)

>>2805942

Rolled 2 (1d7)

>>2805942

>>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.

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!

>>2805953
Also, you can turn in karma in exchange for cash, with an exchange ration of 1 : 2,000¥ (Max: 10,000¥)

>>2805954
Herself* just realized it's more like a girl from the picture

>>2805945
1/6
>>2805946
6/8
>>2805948
>>2805950
>>2805954
(4,2,3)/7
Writan

>>2805954
No! Bad omae! Cats are for petting

>>2805953
>>2805956
Cool, I hope we can get a cool skill soon then

>>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!

>>2805964
>Inb4 we're a dog changeling that got genemodded into looking like a human

>>2805964
Speaking of which, we need to give that formoroi a call

>>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.

>>2805981
Probably a solid plan

>>2805960
Quick break.

Having a bit of a meatspace issue. Brb.

>>2805989
>he hasn't freed himself from flesh and gone full sim

>>2805981
You know you could check with Crowley too, right. He's the one who introduced them to after all.

>>2805989
>Meatspace

>>2805999
But I bet he can't do that thing with his legs.

Just joking, yeah, it hadn't occured to me.

So what should we do with our Karma/cash

>>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)

>>2806021
I can agree with getting a dog, although I'd prefer learning how to kill shit dead instead of driving

>>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.

>>2806030
If I remember correctly, Pilot:Groundcraft covers cars, trucks, and motorcycles, doesn’t it?

Rolled 2 (1d8)

>>2805942

>>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

>>2806047
when I wrote Stealth I meant Sneaking
and I forgot Intimidation too

>>2806047
What about animal handling? Or is that knowledge

>>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.

>>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

>>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

>>2806067
>Operation Daybreak

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>>2806068
MFW the QM tries to satisfy the anons

>>2806067
>Operation Daybreak

>>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

>>2806072
Oooooookeeeey, I guess I can be nice to the flea sack. Mustang better repay us for it though....

= = 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

>>2806097
>Seth Dietrich

>>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.

>>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.

>>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

>>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.

>>2806120
Both options are risky and stupid but cooperating with this Blackhaven fellow seems even more risky and stupid

>>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

>>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

>>2806132
So, sell it to UO or just spill it on the matrix, burn the comlink and pretend this never happened?

>>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?

>>2806143
>>2806147
>You can ask more questions. I'll integrate them into the next post.

>>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

>>2806132
Question:

"Ok, what groups do you think would be interested in drekking this guy? Who would pay to see him squirm?"

>>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.

>>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

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?"

>>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

>>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.

>>2806309
>>Reach out to the Ork Underground
I'm an idealist, what can I say

>>2806328
mostly because I don't want to get involved with AAAs too. even if OU pays less

>>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.

>>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

>>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.

>>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).

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

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

>>2806309
Reach out to the Ork Underground
Fuck it they can get ganked for thr information

>>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

>>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."

>>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.

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

>>2806389
>>2806396
Well, that is what I get for forgetting to update. Ignore.

>>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.

I vote OU.
Seems to be the consensus anyway.

>>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).

>>2806309
Last voting call of who to contact.

Reply to this post to make your votes count.

>>2806418
OU and other activist groups that would reveal it as fast as possible. All at the same time, to get multiple paychecks.

>>2806418
OU and an anonymous drop to Dietrich’s friends and supervisor at the FBI.

>>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

>>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

>>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.

>>2806422
>>2806424
>>2806426
>>2806429
>>2806430
Unanimous Consensus. Wow. Never thought I'd see the day. Bring's a QM tear to my eye.

Writan.

>>2806436
Is this the time we all make a character sheet and run a counter run for Ares through discord?

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.

>>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.

>>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.

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.

>>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.

>>2806465
>Talk to Crowley before he leaves
Isn't there anyone from the UO on those 5k contacts that you put on my comlink?

>>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

>>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

>>2806526
>Talk to Mustang

>>2806526
>Mustang

>>2806527
Compare magic and Traditions, any good shadow lodges we can meditate at.

>>2806526
>Talk to Mustang

>>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

>>2806605
>You seem worried

>>2806605
>Write-In
Sorry for the intrusion but I wanted to have a chat with you.

>"You seem worried about something"

>>2806605
>"You seem worried about something"

Deadpan like her

>>2806605
>"You seem worried about something"

>>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

>>2806660
>Check your gear.