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It was a dark and stormy night in Redmond. The rain has pouring down for the last 4 days scouring the barrens of some of its filth and grime. The overflowing gutters had turned the streets into a river of sewage that flowed with a sluggish pace down to the docks and out to the sound. The Mission bar, a renovated LDS temple, was packed with the refugees from the storm filling the old building with the heady stench of wet and unwashed orks and trolls.

Chance:

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Twiggy the bartender was a scrawny troll with features resembling a willow tree, brown, gnarled and green. Twiggy and his brothers ran the mission bar and ever since you helped them fend off a Humanis policlub’s attempt to burn down the bar and every one in it, Twiggy has kept an eye out for you. He would let your bar tab slide, loan you food money and occasionally carrying you back to your apartment when you couldn’t walk. Twiggy slides you another round of “Redmond Rum” and leans in close hands you a business card and whispers, “Hey Chance there’s the Mr. Johnson I was telling you about, he’s been asking around for some talent”. You turn to face the door and notice a lean human in the typical corp. suit scanning the bar. Seeing what he was looking for Mr. Johnson heads for the stairs leading up to the choir loft. Mr. Johnson passes a credstick to Twiggy’s brother Nunzio, after scanning the credstick and slipping it in his jacket pocket Nunzio unlocks the gate letting Mr. Johnson enter the stair well. You mutter to yourself, “guess it’s time for work”, you slam down the rest of your foul tasting cocktail and stager towards the staircase.

Ronin:

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Delicate sounds of an elfish flute ballad floated through the covered veranda of club Edirill and merged with the sound of falling rain. The impromptu concert started on the third day of rain with the intent of serenading the rain until it decided to stop. Scents of clover and lemon tea drifted through the air, muted conversations in sperethiel, falling rain and music created a serene harmony. An anonymous mage shares his memories as visions of the pristine mountains of Tir Tairngire swim around you. Only the faint sounds of traffic and the glare of neon in the rain slicked streets remind you that you’re in the Elvin Gardens in Snohomish. A sharp crash of chairs being knocked over and angry shouts shatters the serenity of the moment. From the commotion emerges a Mouse a street filthy child pursued by two of the clubs bouncers. The grimy cherub spots you and darts straight for your table carefully keeping out of reach of the bouncers. Skidding to a stop at your table, Mouse breathlessly begins to babble at you when the bouncers finally grab hold of her and start to drag her away. Glaring at the bouncers you begin to rise from your seat and growl menacingly “let the girl go”. Both bouncers attention snap to you and their eyes go wide, “sorry Ronin we didn’t know she was yours” one of them asserts as they release Mouse and back away. Undaunted Mouse continues to speed talk, “Ronin, Ronin I got something, I got something good, lookie, lookie. I’ve done good right, right, right. The frantic bobbing of her head causes memories of your first meeting flash in your mind. The memories burst forth like gunfire, the shock of impact, the warmth of your own blood, the inability to move your own body, a cherub’s face. Mouse hands you a business card which reads “Mission Bar 10pm, 10.000Y”, “I overheard a suit offering an Ancient a job. I figured we need it more so I picked the Ancient’s pocket and got the card”. Shaken out of your reverie you smile down at Mouse “Well kid it’s time for work, stay low til I get back".


Ronin ignored the rain as he stepped out of the club. He could feel the electricity in the air. Something was about to happen, something important. Climbing on his bike and slipping on his helmet, he headed for his home to pick up supplies.

Once there he slipped his Ares Predator smartgun into his shoulder holster and slid on his duster. To most people it would just seem like a sensable precaution for the weather, but the hidden armored layer would also protect him from hail of a different sort. He picked up four magazines from inside his desk, two of regular ammo and two filled with explosive rounds that were guaranteed to stop a charging troll in heat. Slapping a clip of the regular ammo into the chamber, he headed out again.

Pulling up to the Mission bar, he checked his watch. Almost time for the party to start. He hoped that his master had been right all those years ago when he said that one elf looked pretty much like another to humans. He hated the Mission, it reminded him of how fools could take something that was sacred to one person and completely corrupt it. Of course the fact that he was LDS himself did not help his opinion of the situation. He slipped in and found an isolated booth in the semi-darkness and waited for whom ever he was supposed to meet.


'Why did I have to get a client now. If I knew, I wouldn't of had the last drink. Well, that's life. You get exactly what you want, at exactly the wrong time.'

Chance then adjusts his tinted glasses and ascends the stairs to his meeting.

Thoughts in italics.


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Neon Spider:

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The Redmond barrens, worst slums in the city and ‘Ork Town’ was its dark heart. At the mouth of ‘Ork Town’ sat the Mission bar, home to and run by Mama Grobi’s boys. Of all of the street gang’s Mama Grobi’s boys are number one, number one in violence, number one in brutality and the number one most feared. This was your destination for tonight. Why was a skinny, unassuming human who couldn’t intimidate a schoolgirl heading for the most dangerous bar in Seattle, money. The Mr. Johnson who had hired you to crack some code two weeks before called asking if you’d be interested in a run he was putting together. You would have preferred to meet wirelessly but the Johnson insisted on a face to face. Approaching ‘Ork Town’ the already fain sounds of the barrens resonance dims further and begins to turn angry. By the time you pull into the parking at the Mission it’s snarling in your head like a caged barghast. Opening your mind to touch the matrix, it spits the information you asked for into your vision. Walking towards the entrance you send 30Y to the bar’s security net so they will leave your bike alone and send the codes Mr. Johnson gave you to the bouncers at the door and check out the bars events. The bouncers wave you through the front door check point past a line of soaking and surly orks hands you a card and directs you to the choir loft.


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Samuel Crisno:

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The sound of the auto shop was deafening, sounds of belt sanders auto hammers, arc welders and troll thrash-metal filled the small auto shop. Through the din you clearly hear Mason Jennings calling to you from his office at the front. Mason was an ex T-bird pilot and smuggler gone semi legit after the crash of 69. Jennings’ Auto was divided into the front and back, the back workspaces where leased out to whomever paid the fees, usually runners needing a space to work with out prying eyes. The front however was your typical auto shop where the average Seattleite brings their cars in for service and tune-ups. Threading your way through racks of parts you overhear one of Jennings’ customers trying to describe a whistling sound her car is making to a mechanic. Her voice rising as she asserts that she shouldn’t have to pay for any work to fix it because the car didn’t make the sound before she had her tune up last week. Ah the joys of legit biz you comment as you pass by; the sarcasm in your comment rings hollow, if you don’t find the money for the rent on your space soon it would be you working as a wage slave trying to pay off what you owe Jennings. Stepping into the office you come face to face of the world’s ugliest dwarf, the burns and scars made Jennings look less like a jigsaw puzzle than a plate full of corned beef hash. A small drone lifts a small envelope and holds it out to you as Jennings’ “Realtone” replacement voice box rasps out like a Cylon, a Johnson was here looking for some talent to do a run, I thought you might need it considering your rents due soon. Unsealing the envelope the only contents appears to be a business card for the Mission Bar. A short handwritten note is handwritten down on the backside of the card, 10pm 10.000Y Mission bar, is all it reads. Checking the time you start taking your car down from the rack and think to yourself ‘why is it that everyone who wants a meet picks the dirtiest and most dangerous places to hold them. Hoping that Mama Grobi’s boys don’t hold a grudge, the last time you where in the bar you broke the knees of two orks that wanted to play toss the dwarf, if they did you’d just have to break some more kneecaps.


"Better get on with it then.. I may or may not be back," he tells Jennings. Putting the card in one of his pockets, he leaves for Mission Bar.


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Grace Guns:

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The blur in your vision resolves into crosshair rangefinder. Your fingertips brush along cold steel as you flip off the safety. Pacing the target you draw in a gentle breath and hold it. A slight squeeze of you finger, a muffled noise and your target disappears in a fiery explosion. Well Wadja think it’s the latest model from Ares, even the military don’t got’em yet. Shaking your head as you stand, Hedwig reads your mind “cred account can’t afford it can it”. “Don’t fret I got something for ya”. A grin that would make a dentist faint crosses his face as he holds a business card between two grimy fingers of one hand, the forefinger of the other embedded in his nose. Exhaling as you step in close to snatch the card then skip away before the oral stench overwhelms your senses. “One of them Johnson fellas came by looking for some talent and left that and asked me to give it to some one that fits the bill”. “You could be the proud mama of boomer over there with the fee, hmm”. One side of the card is printed Mr. Johnson, the other handwritten Mission Bar, 10pm, 10.000Y. Eying the auto-cannon on the floor you think to yourself “maybe someday”. You start gathering your gear saying, “It’s a long way back to town I’d head out now”. “What about Boomer”? Hedwig asks. “Keep baby warm I’ll be back for him latter” you reply as you rev up your bike and drive back to Seattle.


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One by one you hand your cards to the troll bouncer guarding the gated stairwell. After examining each of your cards he unlocks the gate allowing you to climb the stairs to the choir loft. The entire loft had been cleared out except for 10 chairs placed around a dimly lit round table in the center. A series of anti-snooping devices were set around the balcony to prevent spying. Sitting in the chair facing the loft entrance sat a Lean framed human dressed in a high end corp. suit. “Welcome glad you could come, I have an easy job for you”. After you take your seats around the table Mr. Johnson speaks. “All I need you need to do is pick up a courier, hold him for a couple of a days and drop him off where and when I tell you”. “The courier will be brought in by boat and he will be handed off to an Evo security detail”. “I have procured the route details and pickup codes for the Evo pickup team” he slides a data stick onto the middle of the table. “The only catch is the courier must be delivered alive and unharmed in any way”. “Your fee will be 10.000Y each paid on delivery, if the courier is damaged in any way you forfeit your fees”. “any questions”?


"I've got one. Who's gunning for this guy? If no one wanted to kill him, you wouldn't be hiring us."

He then slumps back down in his chair.


"Simple," Ronin says, "whoever this guy works for is the people gunning for the courier. Why else would we be getting payed to jack him from someone else's security detail and hold him ourselves. Obviously the guy has something our patron wants, or else it's personal, otherwise we would just geek him ourselves. A better question would be who else is involved besides us? The other questiopn is, do we have leave to elemanate the Evo security team?"


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I don't want to know the details of how you get the courier or care how you get him, just get him and hold him until I can arrange pickup.


"Oh. I thought he meant we were going to guard one of his own guys, not someone else's. Anyway, Mr Johnson, do you have any information on the courier we're supposed to pick up? What does he look like, where is he, that sort of stuff?"


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The courier is a human male, no other description. A stealth cutter will deliver him to the Redmond docks at 3:25am tomorrow night, no information on the cutter crew is available. The couriers transfer codes are on the data stick I gave you. The Evo pickup team consists of one rigger (human) and three bodyguards (2 human, one ork), their route and comm frequencies are also on the data stick. Contact me as soon as you have the target, my comm number is on the data stick too. All other details I leave up to you.


With his arms crossed, and a dour look upon his face, "Anything else we should know about? Or is that on a 'need-to-know' basis?"


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A slight sneer crosses his face as responds to the dwarf. "You have been given all the information you need to achieve the goals set before you".


Neon spider sets his PAN to ghosting. As he makes his way toward the bar he sends his complex forms out to search for public info on the building, before long his is bringing up the registered blueprints and insurance registered systems. Much of this will be wrong but it's nice to know the exits in case it's needed.

He hands off his card to the large troll at the door and made his way upstairs.

" What is the cutters name?, do you have info on where it departed from, size or vessel type perhaps?"

Spider takes a look at the crew in the room

'if not I guess I can look over the data and we can talk else were or in privet a chummers"


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Neon Spider:

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Reaching out with your thoughts you connect with three separate systems, the Bank Geminshaft cred transfer systems ping back with German precision "code please" it asks. The house systems, a kluge of several older systems, speaks with a kaleidoscope of voices, WUD can I gEt for you; drink order, food order band list. The last howls at you with the fury of an arctic blizzard, you don't belong here.

Security levels for deeper immersion (low security you don't need to roll for).

Public data: Band line up - opening band, Primal Scream.
Second act, Firbolg.
Final act, Extroverted Suicide.
Drink special - "Redmond Rum"

Hidden data: Comm. interlink for the bouncers, low security
Camera system, medium security
Door locks, high security
Floor plan, lower floor, low security
Back offices and storage, high security
Cash systems, black security
Loft, all information has black security

I believe it is called the 'Mikio' regerstered out of Jakarta.


"is the courier armed, do we have to worry about suppressing him too or is he just meat?"


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"He will not be armed. I don't believe he will be able to defend himself even if he was".


"If that'll be all, let's be on with it then."


"Sounds good to me."

Grace looks over the crew gathered together, "Head to the pub and talk strategy a little? I'm not big into banging lips but we should at least put together a basic strategy."

"My specialty is putting holes in people, providing covering fire and keeping the other guys head down. I can go in and grab the courier but I do best with a little range."


The man gets up from his seat and turns to face the others.

"I'm Thomas Chance, part-time detective and mage. Just don't expect anything flashy."


"The name's Ronin, and like the lady there I specialize in making sure people stop drawing breath and wasting oxygen. Sometimes I do it by putting big holes in them." Popping his cybernetic blades, he adds "and sometimes I do it up close and personal."


"Call me Sam. I'm an engineer of sorts. That's all i have to say about that." He says impatiently, arms still crossed.


Can I assume we've moved to a pub or something to talk strategy? Grace really doesn't want to talk strategy in front of Mr Johnson.
Assuming that is the case:

"Ok, so Ronin are you okay going in to grab the courier? I'll have your back. What kind of support can the rest of you give us?"


Grace Guns wrote:

Can I assume we've moved to a pub or something to talk strategy? Grace really doesn't want to talk strategy in front of Mr Johnson.

Assuming that is the case:

"Ok, so Ronin are you okay going in to grab the courier? I'll have your back. What kind of support can the rest of you give us?"

"Yeah, I'll grab the bag man.Just make sure I don't end up with any holes in my body that aren't already there," Ronin says.


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Grace Guns wrote:

Can I assume we've moved to a pub or something to talk strategy? Grace really doesn't want to talk strategy in front of Mr Johnson.

Assuming that is the case:

"Ok, so Ronin are you okay going in to grab the courier? I'll have your back. What kind of support can the rest of you give us?"

Mr. Johnson Leaves after the breifing and tells you the loft is yours for the next hour and a half.


Grace Guns wrote:
What kind of support can the rest of you give us?"

"As far as combat goes, there are really two main things I could contribute to the fight. First off, I could just hit the guards with a Stunbolt. Not lethal, but it doesn't need to be. Next, I could just summon a spirit to fight them for me. Of course, there are other things I could do, like turn invisible, but those aren't that much help in a fight."


I really don't know how i'd explain what my character is, what he's good at, and what he knows, in game.

"I've spent time as an Engineer. Industrial and automotive. Then moved on to Chemistry and Biochemistry. In my spare time, i design weapons. I've done much more than that, but let's just say i can handle explosives."


Yes Mostly Human Geek 12/ Mountain Biker 8

To Ronin: "I'll do what I can to cover you, I haven't figured out bulletproof yet though."

"Thomas, maybe you can scout out the location incognito and just camp out as a surprise if someone gets the jump on us? Samuel, you think maybe you can engineer something to cover our tracks if someone is crawling down our backs? Also, maybe we can plant some smoke bombs or... something to cover for Ronin when he makes the grab. Does someone have a map of the place we're making the snatch?"


Dennis da Ogre wrote:

To Ronin: "I'll do what I can to cover you, I haven't figured out bulletproof yet though."

"Thomas, maybe you can scout out the location incognito and just camp out as a surprise if someone gets the jump on us? Samuel, you think maybe you can engineer something to cover our tracks if someone is crawling down our backs? Also, maybe we can plant some smoke bombs or... something to cover for Ronin when he makes the grab. Does someone have a map of the place we're making the snatch?"

Ooo look this green guy channeled me!


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The data chip has the route and time the Evo team will take and the names and limited info on the team members.

They will follow a route, starting at 10pm that will avoid detection from casual on lookers like Lone Star and other corporation's auto surveillance.
There are a few places along the route that could be used as a choke point.

The 2 human bodyguards live in an Evo dormitory, medium security enclosed compound.

The ork bodyguard lives in a condo in Everett near the Evo facilities

The only info on the rigger is his name, Kasta Mikolovich


"This place is safe as any to talk.Places is cpyt with the darkist dark, it's good.'

Spider sends his forms off the see what they can uncover of the 'Mikio' and of ships coming and going out of Jakarta.
Second he'll try to bring up traffic info of the route. cross refacing with sewer and grid pattens to find a good place to cut off the EVO and leave them multi exit routes if need be. He will also pull up cites swearer and building blueprints for the areas as well

"If we can find a nice spot We maybe able to kill the grid, cut some lights. reroute the cams and make sure we don't have folks looking that don't need to see."


Ronin rubs his chin. "The best way to grab this guy is to take out the Evo team before they get to the docks and then pose as them when the courier shows up," He says. Looking at Neon Spider he adds, "is there any way you can dig up the route that they're taking to get to the docks?"


Dennis da Ogre wrote:
Samuel, you think maybe you can engineer something to cover our tracks if someone is crawling down our backs? Also, maybe we can plant some smoke bombs or... something to cover for Ronin when he makes the grab.

"Aye. What'd you have in mind?"


Grace looks up from polishing her Manhunter, "Ronin, that's a great idea but are we going to be able to take down their vehicle? My munitions are more anti-personnel. If we can figure out how to take out their transport that's probably the best bet. You think we can mine the road?"

"Otherwise perhaps the mage can stealth in close to where the drop is going to be and stun the courier while Ronin and I focus on taking out the Evo crew when they get out of their vehicle."


"I can handle mines, or any other demolitions problem you need. Hell, i could probably mix up an explosive chemical for you, given the proper equipment. Or, i could design an anti-tank weapon, if you'd like. Doesn't matter to me none. Pick your poison."


Grace Guns wrote:

Grace looks up from polishing her Manhunter, "Ronin, that's a great idea but are we going to be able to take down their vehicle? My munitions are more anti-personnel. If we can figure out how to take out their transport that's probably the best bet. You think we can mine the road?"

"My guess is that if they're trying to avoid undue attention they not going to show up in anything to heavy," Ronin explains. "Maybe an armored Nightsky or something like that, but I am willing to bet money that their not going to show up with APCs and panzers. I'm willing to foot the bill for some heavy ordinance, just in case. Let me know what you want and I'll see if I can scrounge it up."


Grace Guns wrote:
"Otherwise perhaps the mage can stealth in close to where the drop is going to be and stun the courier while Ronin and I focus on taking out the Evo crew when they get out of their vehicle."

"Sure, I could turn invisible and knock out the mark, but I don't think I should. A stunbolt is basically equivelent to being punched in the face, and if the mark gets injured, we don't get paid."

"One quick question to everyone, though. Where are going keep this guy until we drop him off?"


"We could rent a space in the back of the place i work at. Nice thing about it is it's specifically there to keep prying eyes away."


"Then lets see how confident Neon is about getting the routing for the Evo team. If we can get some info on their route and what their transport is that sounds like a good plan. Otherwise we should keep looking at grabbing the mark at the transfer point."

Grace looks the the Detective/ Mage "I was thinking that stunning the mark wound be better than having him run around like a chicken with it's head cut off and maybe get in a crossfire. It also makes it harder for them to grab him and run."

"There is another possible complication, and I only mention this because Mr. Johnson always seems to add complications. What if there is a third party trying to nab or kill the courier?"


Grace Guns wrote:


"There is another possible complication, and I only mention this because Mr. Johnson always seems to add complications. What if there is a third party trying to nab or kill the courier?"

"I'd say that's a strong possibility," Ronin says. "We should leave someone back to moniter things so we won't get caught napping if another team shows up. Spider, that can be your job, since you seem to have the voodoo when it comes to machines."


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Mr. Johnson wrote:

The data chip has the route and time the Evo team will take and the names and limited info on the team members.

They will follow a route, starting at 10pm that will avoid detection from casual on lookers like Lone Star and other corporation's auto surveillance.
There are a few places along the route that could be used as a choke point.

The 2 human bodyguards live in an Evo dormitory, medium security enclosed compound.

The ork bodyguard lives in a condo in Everett near the Evo facilities

The only info on the rigger is his name, Kasta Mikolovich


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Samual Crisno:
To make IEDs to stop the car:
chemistry + logic (3)
to place the IEDs to stop the car without destroying it:
demolitions + logic (4), to destroy the car (3)

Thomas Chance (everybody):
best place for an ambush:
local area + perception (*), everybody else, logic (*)

Neon Spider:
attempt to overide car:
contested
attempt to over ride traffic lights and survalence cams two rolls for each system:
Hacking into the system:
lights,enter, hacking + decrypt (4)
control, hacking + attack (4)
cameras,enter, hacking + decrypt (3)
control, hacking + attack (4)


Let's see if I still remember how to do this. 1,2,3, and 8


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Ronin- wrote:
Let's see if I still remember how to do this. 1,2,3, and 8

In SR4 you don't reroll the sixs, all target numbers are 5.


Those would be hacking roll right?

will roll em

enter lights 4/3/6/6/1/3/4

control lights 2/5/1/4/2/3/3

enter cams 1/3/1/4/3/4

Can I retry the cames or if we have time could i try probing the cams? and is the car decyrpt?


Rolls: 6, 2, 5, 2, 2, 4, 6, 2 A total of 3 sucesses, unless Intuition is also included, in which case I need to roll 4 more dice.


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Thomas Chance wrote:
Rolls: 6, 2, 5, 2, 2, 4, 6, 2 A total of 3 sucesses, unless Intuition is also included, in which case I need to roll 4 more dice.

Nope just the local area and perception.

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