Mister Fixer's Sandbox Shadowrun Campaign. (5th Edition) (Inactive)

Game Master JTMC93

As you walk into the meeting room you see a kindly looking older man in a well made business suit standing before you. The room is a posh library/study of a house in a very high end part of town. It is filled with old styled but highly comfortable chairs all of which could easily fit a large Ork though there are a few that are large enough for a Troll and still have room for at least a dwarf to sit next to them. Once you are all seated a woman comes and takes your request for food and drink and then he speaks up.

"Welcome to my humble abode. I am sure you are wondering why I called you all here. Well to start with you may call me Mister Fixer. I am a go between for runner, like yourself, and high end clients. I was requested to put together a new team for a very, very important client and you all have been chosen for that team. Any questions?"

Mina walks in, swagger in her step. Today she wears a dark red power suit, complete with white blouse and black tie. Two inch heeled boots add to her overtowering presence as she strides in. She bows at the waist to Fixer. "Ah, a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Fixer. And lucrative too, I hope." Finding the tallest chair in the room, she lightly drops into it, crossing her legs at the ankles, the black boots matching her outfit nicely. Today her hair is black with a crimson streak in it. She asks for a steak, rare, potato, loaded, and a bottle of red wine to go with it from the servant. When the question is asked, she pulls down her mirrored shades and smiles. "Only how much, where, and when. Also whether I need to break out the expensive ordinance, or if this is more of a quiet mission." She smiles, showing off bright white teeth. Her eyes are a glowing crimson today, to match her outfit.

BC moves in with all the grace of a Piasma, and the apparent temperament to match. A large vaguely bluish monster of a metahuman, reaching nearly three meters in height(2.8M) and weighing in at three hundred and seventy kilo, his long black coat can barely contain his mass. At first he doesn't even notice the elven lass who entered before him, focused as he is on his new employer... only for a moment until he has already seated himself without any formality. He stares over at Mina with a look that speaks of disdain and contempt. As the lady comes around to take his order he smiles broadly. "We get grub with dis run... and it ain't no nutrisoy meal neither... well dis I could get used ta. Cut the backhalf off a pig and fix it tasty. Maybe toss in a bucket of Mac & Jack to wash it down. Yeah dis I could definitely get used ta." After his order is taken his focus shifts back to the job, not to be outdone by the elven girl he voices his enthusiasm."Yeah boss, just point me at da target and I can geek dem hard."

The elf in question smiles. "Oh look, we also get fleas with this job. Mr. Fixer, you always think of everything."

"Now, now my dear. He is your favorite type of troll."

She raises an eyebrow. "Expendable?" Then she laughs. "Or he likes to do runs against Renraku? Or do you mean he's loud and makes a lot of noise so everyone's shooting at him and not noticing my toys?"

"I will let Mr. Bullet Catcher give his answer to those."

"Oh, so pretty girl has a favorite type of troll huh. No chance lady, I don't slot your kind. Bet yar built like a deck port anyway. As ta what I does, I am ya friendly panzer. Ya under fire from a pred and I take all da heat off ya so your pretty little gear bits don't get all scuffed."

The elf laughs at the idea that she might be interested in being 'slotted' by the troll. Actually, she laughs for several minutes before she finally recovers enough to respond. "Oh my, so, it would be the loud and noisy type who acts as a bullet magnet. Wonderful. Anything that keeps the bullets from heading toward my toys is worth dragging along."

After you finish your quick exchange you hear a grunting laugh and upon looking you see a tall red skinned Ork who is bald and covered in tattoos with his forearms appearing as military grade cybernetics. He speaks in a thick Texas accent."You know I wasn't looking forward to helping baby sit these kiddies but that was worth it."

BC smiles at the new orc as he enters. "Skraa Cerri. Ya aint be babysitting me, but this buunda Daisy breath may need all the watchers she can get. Seems her hez is a little weak. "

Whenever the meal arrives

Bc smiles as the meal comes in and quickly grabs up the sharp knife that comes with his meal. He stares at the others for a second making sure they can all see and then quickly slams the blade full force into his hand.

I figure a dice pool of five (Default 2 +2 for superior position +1 for me hand being prone) 5d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 2, 6, 3) = 19 2 successes sp 10P dmg.

23d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 4, 1, 4, 5, 6, 1, 5, 5, 6, 2, 1, 3, 2, 1, 6, 5, 5, 1, 2, 5, 1) = 78 10 successes so no damage done, with the force of the blow and the unyielding nature of the target I should have snapped that knife against my flesh.

With a loud slamming sound the blade bends and snaps as it meets with trollish flesh and magic. "Nows I gots your attention. Ain't nothing ya can throw at me that I won't just shrug off. I ain't just some monkey ya know, I am da wall dat your enemies breaks dem selves upon. So ya better start respecting me girly, I ain't gonna tell ya how ta play with ya little metal dolls and you ain't gonna tell me I ain't a valuable member o' dis here team." He stares at the elf girl now.

I know I am taking a few liberties there but I figure it is all in RP goodness. Besides, I wanted to try out the system a bit.

"Listen up, Trog. You're the one who came in disrespecting me. If you want my respect, you'll earn it. I have no problems with anyone, I don't care if they are ork, or troll, or human, or sentient iguana. Your own bigotry loses you any respect." The elf is no longer sitting in a relaxed frame of mind, she's tensed, and obviously about ready to walk out. She turns to Fixer. "I don't work like this Fixer, I work with professionals, not hyped up adrenaline junky bigots who take every opportunity to insult and threaten their potential team mates. He's a liability."

"I walk in dis joint and first thing ya got to say is I got fleas, I thinks ya just prejudiced gainst da under privileged. Maybe ya think I ain't worth drek cause I ain't got no fancy education or toys. Ya just hurting my feelings fo no reason. All I did was come when I's given an opportunity ta better meself. Ya think we goblinized should be kept down if we don't scrapes and bows and talks proper Tir chatter ta the mastas? We gots our own language an proud culture too ya know."

Lol, loving the back and forth RP. Just hoping the others jump in soon. And yes, my prejudice stems from thinking elves all look down on the goblinized members of society. Feel my reverse racism internalized victimization minority prejudices.

"Oh, so coming in and glaring at me and looking like I was something you needed to scrape off your shoe doesn't count as provocation?" Is all the elf says in response, clearing the record about who started things. "Done Fixer, unless you're paying double the going rate, I don't need to deal with an obnoxious troll with a chip on his shoulder who's just going to get the run blown."

The difference being, BC is having fun baiting the elf. The elf, on the other hand, does not consider this a game, it's life and death. Hers.

The Ork watches your display and rolls his eyes."Sorry little man the little lady has a better reputation than you do."He then holds a little container in front of you that sprays a chemical at you that causes you to fall face first into your plate then wake up a few seconds later."Might not be good in most combat but works wonders for putting muscle heads in their place or for getting the advantage is CQC."

To this the man covers his mouth with his hand trying not to lose his calm demeanor to laughing. When he finally settles down he turns to Takigami."I assure you young miss you will be handsomely rewarded for your role in this run."

The ork then tosses her a Silver Credstick.

Mina takes the credstick, her hand snatching it from the air. She nods, and sits back down. She pulls a port from behind her ear, hidden behind her hair, and the cable extends down and the stick is plugged into it. She looks glassy eyed for a second, and then nods. "Very well, I'll take the troll if he can mind his manners and be polite." Apparently the stick was sufficiently charged for her to put up with the troll's attitude. "In that case, what is the job?" Her voice is now cool and even, all business.

You see the young woman serving you all for the first time clearly and see that she is a young and short elf. And makes sure to grin at BC. Which makes Geist, the ork, shudder in fear.

The man sighs."Info Steal either as data or physical drive. Target is a Black Adder Heavy Industries R&D Facility."The young woman continues around and hands you the file folders then takes up a position to hand any new comers their file and get their orders.

File Folder.

Mina reads through the file, and nods. "Maximum damage to the guards, or to the facility, or both? And does the job come with supplies or budget for said same? I can bring the entire building down with a big enough supply of C14. However, I'm not dipping that much into my private stores unless the budget covers it. I need to pay rent."

"Facility. Pay will be 5000¥ plus 1000¥ for each of the 5 buildings that crippled. It will be up to you to figure out how to do said demolition."

With that Geist speaks up."Might I remind everyone of the fact that this is a Military Contractor that makes Munitions for the UCAS and CAS Militaries."

Paddy steps into the room, brushing dust and possibly concrete rubblenoff his long black duster coat.

"Sorry I'm late, folks. Ran into a bot of trouble with some...indiscriminate...sprawl members, who mistook me for prey. Needless to say, they won't be bothering anyone any further."

Nodding at the other runners and Mr. Fixer gravely, he asks, "Did I miss grub? I could kill for a rare burger and some steak fries, with a Guinness."

"Did you say munitions factory? As in, a whole facility devoted. To the production and construction of military explosives?" Paddy grins from ear to ear.

"I'm in."

"Now that's more like. We gonna blow up dis factory good. Set fire to it, dip it in c14, and watch the whole place burn. I'll bring the I can't believe it's not popcorn."

Mina looks from the pyromaniac to the troll, and sighs. "Fixer, I want double next time." She tells him then pulls out a comm unit and begins making notes. "I think we can accomodate. Are there anymore people in this crew you want to do this job?" She fires off a wireless note to Fixer as she asks the question.

Aloud, she comments. "We'll want to find out the times the cleaning crew is there, we want to hit at night when they aren't there, minimize body counts. Maximize chance of having enough time to wire the place. Any chance you have building plans? So we know the best location to place the explosives?" She doesn't sound hopeful.

pausing to adjust his tie before entering the room, Verve also takes the time to listen to the woman and the orc or troll verbally banter. wonder how long til they're banging. Ah, well, such is life.

At first as he enters, you can't help but notice how good looking he is. the way his hair naturally frames his face, the gleam in his eye, the smirk half formed on his lip, anyone with half a brain can tell that he knows he's good looking and that he also knows what that can get him.
Walking through the room like he owns it, Verve greats each person in turn, starting with Mr. Fixer, as he has introduced himself. "Good day Mr. Fixer. seems we have a lively bunch with us. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. You may call me E...rr, that is Verve." Turning to the young lady next, he says "Air air ei vaeresi sai taji os eilelali. Air air ei vaeresi sai taji os eilelali."

to Paddy, he simply nods his head and says "Evening, good sir, I trust all is well?" Finally, turning to both the large men in the room, Verve says simply "Hey, guys, how's it goin? everything okay in here?"

Now that he has everyone's attention, he walks calmly to the bar and mixes himself a drink, muttering 44 le chife! not to shabby, old bean

Returning his attention to the gathered group, he says simply "so, what kind of job brings together a diverse group of talent such as ourselves?"

Mina raises an eyebrow. "Beannachtaí, Is é do theanga leordhóthanach, nó mar sin bheadh ​​mo meantóir a rá. Ba chóir duit féachaint ar an troll gorm, tá sé ina bigot. Is é an duine a bug tine."

She tosses a folder to the elf. "Job's in there."

She looks around. "I'm known as Overflight. He may not realize it, but Verve and I have worked together before." She smiles. "That little thing in Puyallup, with the loup garou that was eating people. As you may have surmised from that, I am a rigger. I suggest everyone give the rest some idea what they can do, for those of us who haven't worked together before. And yes, Verve can do more than try to get into the pants of every attractive female within a mile." She then smiles sweetly. "Not that he's my type, or even made it to the ballpark, much less on base."

perusing the file with the casual regard of a profession who has seen many like it, and knows where to find the pertinent details, Verve says "ah, yes, the Loup Garou. dreadful business that. fortunately we were able to save that young girl. I did not know that was you, however; you are much lovelier to talk to in person than through a drone, let me say."

turning to the rest of the group, Verve says "as you may have surmised, I am a, to use the vernacular, face. I have experience in negotiation and subterfuge. I also am very good at reading people and situations, and using that to our collective advantage. So that, and my excellent breeding and high education are what I bring to the table. Also, I'm a considered something of a journeyman in several schools of Aikido."

Mina shrugs. "I filter the audio sample down to remove harmonics, so my voice can't be identified if someone cracks my transmission encryption. I also compress it before transmission, and then decompress at the drone. Makes me sound like a toaster vocal chip, but it makes it impossible to get a voice print match." She raises an eyebrow at Verve's description of his abilities. "He's also been nominated for Mr. Humble Seattle 8 years running, but he's too humble to mention it. Oh, and he's good at distracting people from shooting at my toys."

He types on his commlink then smiles towards Mina and then Geist.

After reading the message from Mr. Fix Geist just bursts out laughing. He then hands back the grenade his comrade slipped off of Paddy."Not a bad toy. If you know how to use it. And it isn't a factory. It is an R&D facility."

"Hey, I understood troll and bigot. Don't you be filling your cousins head with all that hate. Prickly little tweak just got ta turn everyone gainst me. Ya reaaly should do something bout that hate ya got brewing in ya, don't want to turn inta a troll now do ya." BC turns his gaze to Verve, it is unnerving how much a persons eyes can scream barely controlled rage at an observant person. "Don't ya listen ta that tin chipped high cheeks, she don't know nothing bout me. Thought all you dandy boys practiced that caramel legs style. I don't know much bout no fancy styles but I know how to stop a bullet with my hand, can your fancy flippy kicks do that?

grinning fiercely, Verve says "I thought all you fine troll gentlemen could catch bullets with your teeth?"

"Yes, once."

"Well, aren't you just Bruce Leroy."

that's right, I went there!

Yes, but since you posted as the wrong alias, it doesn't count. :)

Paddy just sits back and enjoys the banter, grinning and eating his burger.

"Name's Padraig. But everyone calls me Paddy. Probably on account of my German accent and dark African features, no?" He shrugs and accepts back his hand grenade.

"And aye, I've done some work with BC over here, although I don't think he'd recognize me...most of the time I was sitting outside my shoes, till it came time to press the button. 'Twas me who took out those walls at the Fukuhama job, cleared you a path in and out quick-like."

Sperethiel:

Finishing up his Guinness, he wipes his mouth, "Oh yeah, and I make magic happen. Not just the old chemical-reaction high-speed deflagration type, either. Got a couple of neat tricks that can muddle with sight, protect, and even heal ya up if ya get dinged. Maybe not so good with you, Ms. Overflight, but the rest of us should react okay to it."

Mina smiles at Paddy, but doesn't respond.

"So, from a cursory glance at this here dossier, we have a couple of options. 1: go in guns blazing, kill or drop everything moving, grab the goods and split. I vote no on #1 for a variety of reasons. 2: we sneak in, all ninja-like, grab the goods, plant devices surreptitiously, and scram. Couple of issues there, but its a workable plan. 3: neutralize eyes on the outside, grab the securi-goons out there, play dress up and waltz on in. 4: gas the buildings, wait for everything to clear (or gear up in masks) and move in while everyone's in la-la land."

Paddy flips through the file some more before continuing.

"What concerns me are the sniper, the LMG fellow, and the double-layer security. And that's not even taking into consideration any magical or matrix Sec. Which I note are conspicuously absent from this threat assessment. So, let's get some eyes on this building, ask around if anyone knows anything else, and start working up a plan."

to Paddy's second suggestion, Verve looks at him and says "You mean you want us to dress up as merchants and poison their food?"

To Bulletcatcher, he simply shrugs and says "Carmeleg is a violent martial art. It requires a...joy in the idea of doing others harm that I find rather disagreeable, to be honest. I prefer the simple yet effective grace of Aikido."

"There's another option. Wait until they order take-out, then deliver it with a bunch of KO juice included. Good thinking, Verve."

"Hey, whatever works. Faster we can get this done the better. I don't know bout yall but that scratch can do a lot for me. Make sure I don't have ta dumpster dive to survive." He eyes the elves suspiciously. "Not that yall would understand what that is like."

Mina continues to look over the info and frowns. "Seems like awfully light security for a weapons R&D facility." She comments aloud.

"That stood out to me as well. I would really like to ask around a bit, perhaps run some Matrix searches," at this he inclined his head towards Overflight, "You know, get some leg work done before we commit to a plan of attack. "

Verve pauses for a moment then says "I can handle the legwork section of things, as it is a specialty of mine. let me talk to my contacts and see what I can learn."

with that, Verve pulls out his commlink and begins to make some calls.

I would like to call my fixer contact Tosh, from Des Moines, to see what he knows about Black Adder Heavy Industries - corp info, that sort of thing, plus whatever he can dig up on this particular site, as I don't really know anyone in Seattle.

Seems they rolled back the servers... This means it will take me some time to get caught back up.

ya, renton, wa. got hit by some power outages.

Mina taps her commlink, and does a LAN pulse with a disposable number. "That number is good for 2 weeks as of this morning. I suggest we all retire, and do our research. Fixer, I'll let you know if I end up not taking the job. It's likely I will, but depending on research, I might not. If I don't, I'll have the down payment returned." She holds up the cred stick. "I suggest we all get together in person tomorrow night, about 7PM. Perhaps a table at Magarine's Ristorante." She names a popular restaurant in Puyallup, at least popular with runners. Heavy electronic security, and private rooms for rent fro quiet dinners.

"Sounds good to me. Here's my link code," Paddy pulses his own commcode, not caring if everyone keeps it, what with the cheap nature of the link itself.

"Why am I not surprised. Mags it is... what ya gonna reserve under?"

Mina smiles. "RC dúr." She replies with a grin.

"Very well, then. Til tomorrow, then?"

"Until tomorrow."

Paddy heads back to his crash-pad, firing up his matrix link and looking into anything publicly available on Black Adder Research.

Once he has an idea, he sets up the ritual items and elemental symbols to call forth a spirit of air to aid in the search.

"Come forth, spirit of air, and aid me in my search."

Summoning Force 3 Air Spirit with the Search power. Summoning + Magic [Force] test vs. Force 4 defense test. 10d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 3, 2, 4, 3, 6, 6, 4) = 36 vs. 4d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 3, 2) = 10

Drain Resist: 10d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 5, 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 4, 4) = 38 vs 2 stun = no stun damage.

The spirit forms on the astral, a wavering body composed of air, dust, and motion.

"Go out, seek the complex known as Black Adder Research, and scout its perimeter. Find any magical wards, awakened beings, or other spirits, and report back to me. Complete this service, and you may return from whence you came."

Remote Service will use up both services the spirit owes me, and I'm hoping it will be able to A, find the place and B, find what I'm asking it to do.