Black Rain in the Shadows of Seattle, 2060 (Inactive)

Game Master Tilnar

Raptor grabs a few and stashes them in his oversized coat.

Danny looks dubiously at the grenades for a moment, then shrugs, takes two, and puts them in his leg pockets.

"No different to throwing tear gas canisters back at the cops, I guess"

As everyone starts to walk out with their pockets stuffed, Figment starts to chuckle, "I reckon' we'd best ask 'em if they're wantin' some help. Just showin' up seems a way to get dead."

In the weapons stash

Jay scoops up the Ruger Thunderbolt and one of the Ingram Smartguns. Filled clips go into the two guns; Reg for the Thunderbolt, APDS for the smart gun. Two spare clips of each go into suit coat pockets. The Thunderbolt goes into the right waist pocket of his slim suit jacket. He keeps a hold on the submachine gun.

Two smoke grenades join the pistol in his right overcoat pocket. Three Off-HE eggs fall into the left.

He tries connecting his smartlink to the Ingram.

As everyone starts to walk out with their pockets stuffed, Figment starts to chuckle, "I reckon' we'd best ask 'em if they're wantin' some help. Just showin' up seems a way to get dead."

"Good point, Figment. Onyx, you've got the phone for that. Unless anyone objects, I'm leaving a text for our patron to let them know what we're doing. It's just a small courtesy."

Jay smiles.

From an interior pocket of the overcoat he draws a palm-sized case, and from that he draws a pair of mirroed sunglasses. He unfolds the earpieces with two flicks of his wrist and slides the glasses on.

"Sweet anachronism. Are we ready to roll?"

0nxy grimaces and redials the last number on her tiny phone. When it's answered, she says, "We're coming to help. If we get there late, we'll hit them from behind. Don't shoot us. We're obviously not Tong."

Using your phone or the phonekercheif?

"Hope their phone isn't tapped."

Jay pulls his regular phone from an interior pocket. "I'm telling our Mr. J the story."

He texts into this phone. Gold statue gone. A film lead. SR hitting CS now. Borrowing some arms to help the bikers. Wish us luck.

Phonekerchief.

As everyone takes a moment to rearm and equip, Onyx's phone chirps -- maybe 3 minutes after her call -- with a text, Scouted a group that's supposed to hit our flank. Be pretty helpful if they didn't. Sending address. We'll replace any ammo you use -- and thanks.

"We've got our next stop, chummers," 0nyx remarks, after covering a sudden sneeze with Jay's hankerchief and taking a surreptitious glance at the tiny phone. "Get your game faces on."

"Let's keep an eye out for drones. We know the Silver Ring is using them."

As if to emphasize his point, Jay looks skyward on a long arc. Then his gaze drifts down to the street. He juts his chin at the curbside body.

"Some heavy hitter want a Chrome Dome?"

0nxy's nose wrinkles in distaste at the thought of wearing a corpse's helmet.

"We could always bring it as a trophy if we run into Tong, or sign of good faith with Stretch's crew. Unless someone really wants to wear it. The bike would be more use right about now. We better scoot - don't have much time."

The Silver Ring mage slagged the bike.

Yeah, I know. It would have been more useful than the helmet, though.

Danny nods towards the helmet.

"No good to me. Let's go"

He rolls his shoulders.

It takes just under 10 minutes to ferry yourselves near the address that Stretch sent you -- an old petrol station, where the awning that once covered 8 pumps has collapsed, creating a strange, if unstable, v-shaped carport ahead of the small building and what you assume was the door into a small store, like the tiny precursor to a StufferShack. The other half of the building, with what looks to be two repair bays, seems better maintained -- and Figment points out modern security cameras over those doors.

"Nice setup. Looks deserted or impromptu, but not with that gear. That means they might have had mages set up defenses, too. Should we check the place out, or set up an ambush for when they leave?"

"We need to know what's going on", says Danny. "Either we all hide and wait up, or Raptor and me can go up quietly and see what's happening. I'd rather go see, personally."

"I agree. We don't do much good if they mount an attack on the Skulls while we stand around playing stakeout. I say we take a look."

"Agreed. I'm going too, though. You guys can't see beyond the mundane senses like I can." She waves her fingers spookily with a tiny woo-ooo.

Ok, kids - Stealth rolls for those who are a'goin -- and/or Perception (intelligence) for those who want to take a better look before closing in.

Perception (Int): 6d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 3, 6, 1, 2) = 20

Stealth: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 1) = 13

Perception explosion: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Stealth explosion: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9

Perception 22 total, Stealth 22 total.

0nyx will prep her little gel pistol and its aiming system before she moves forward.

What's this adding things? Bah. Dice are individual. You got an 11, 10 and 1 for Stealth, and an 8, 5 and a bunch of lesser numbers for perception.

What? Addition is a perfectly cromulent arithemetic function.

Stealth (QCK): 5d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 4, 6, 1) = 18

Perception (Int): 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8

Stealth explosion: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Perception explosion: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Stealth: 5d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 5, 6, 5) = 27
Exploding: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6
Perception (Int): 4d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 3) = 11

Jay seems suddenly unsure. "I'll cover you from here. " He looks down, and checks his firearms and pockets. As the others move toward the garage he mutters to himself, "What the frak am I doing here?"

Perception: 5d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 4, 5) = 14

0nyx fixes Jay with a penetrating look. "You okay? Sure you want to hang back? None of us can cover you from here."

"I might just get in the way. This isn't my kind of biz. Do some chat; move some merch. I'm your man. Blood and iron is oil to my water."

Figment shrugs, "Suit yourself. Reckon we should have grabbed you the sniper rifle to tag anyone that tries to get away."

"Hang on a sec." 0nyx concentrates for a moment, feeling her will bending the energy of another plane, then shifts her perception to the astral.

Summon another Watcher Spirit, Force 3.
Conjuring, TN 3: 6d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 1, 1, 3, 2) = 14
2 successes. 2 hour life span, 5L drain.
Drain resistance, TN5: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 2, 5, 6, 1) = 22
Splosion: 1d6 ⇒ 3
2 successes, 5 & 9, for drain resistance.

Onyx focuses her will and traces a small circle on the ground, mentally repeating precise formulae that were driven into her head by rote and practice, until finally, she opens her eyes again. The others look at her strangely as she starts talking to empty space, until a tiny ghostly figure about 40 cm tall appears -- looking like a cross between a chubby elf and one of those big-eyed anime bois -- and holds out its tiny hand toward Jay, "Goodtameetcha."

Figment says, "Don't suppose you got a spell to tell us where they be -- figure it'd help figure out the best way in to catch 'em by surprise."

"Hello," she greets the spirit aloud. Walking over to Jay, she places a hand on his shoulder and addresses the watcher. "This is Jay. I want you to stay with him. If he tells you to bring me a message, come find me. I will be in that area." She points to the gas station. "If he is attacked, protect him unless he says to get help. If he says those words - "get help" - come find me immediately."

-- and holds out its tiny hand toward Jay, "Goodtameetcha."

"Charmed, I'm sure," Jay replies evenly while taking the little creature's hand. He looks up at 0nyx, brows knit. "Thanks?"

Jay's hand passes through the creature's, which causes it to start giggling as it pops back out of sight. "He sure needs it," the disembodied voice says.

0nyx gives Jay a wry smile. "He's FAST. If you're in trouble, he can get to me quickly, and he's hands-free for you to operate."

"As for seeing through walls, I might have something useful in that area," 0nyx replies to Figment's question. "There's a spell for that - might work. Or I could take a stroll through the aether, if they haven't got it blocked off. I need to be closer to see them, though. Like 6 meters from the back wall to see everyone. IF they don't have protection up." She gives a little shrug, pointing to Glassman and Raptor. "Or I might be able to let one of YOU see, Grenade Guys."

Figment smiles, "Well, if you wanna go take a look-see, I'm sure the gang of well-armed folk standing around here with you can make sure nobody trashes your body. Hell, I'm gonna have to ask the same at some point, I'm sure, when y'all have me pluggin' into whatever."

He then shrugs, "But unless there's somethin' real weird, I'm thinkin' we go in the back -- thattaway -- rather than rush in head-on or goin' through the diner. Not much in the mood to have pieces a'roof fallin' on me."

He pauses, "But if someone sneakier'n me wants to go peek in the garage doors or set up a special delivery, I reckon that'd be a great distraction when the rest of us come in the back?"

"A distraction's good," Raptor says. "But that's not really my line. I'm guessing you want me ready where we're gonna charge."

"I might be able handle the distraction."

"I can cause a ruckus, probably knock out the cameras, too. It can be either a distraction or first strike, with you guys rushing in before they recover. I can throw some chaos into their world, or have a summoned friend do it. You still want to see who's inside first?"

"Yeah. That'd make sense"

0nyx nods. "Let's go see what's happening." She begins moving towards the back of the station, crouching behind rubble to stay out of sight of any eyes - human or technological - in the place.

Stealth Open: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 5) = 14
EDIT: exploding: 1d6 ⇒ 6
keep exploding?: 1d6 ⇒ 5

So that's a TN17 to spot me?
Can that be right?

Unless otherwise noted, maps will use 1 hex per meter. And yes, we're not in combat at the moment -- so turns are currently irrelevant (well, mostly -- start making huge amounts of noise and suddenly I might care about letting the other folk do something)

Yes. They'll need a 17 to find you -- but you'd best be somewhere you have something you can hide behind, otherwise, that was just moving quietly and anyone with eyes will see you. Stealth ain't invisibility... (This is a place where Shaman generally rock, because they can ask Nature Spirits to conceal them and their allies -- which still isn't invisibility, so much as being blended into the scenery). Also, though there may be situational modifiers that affect that -- for instance, hiding in perfect blackness doesn't tend to help against dwarves or trolls (or someone who turns on thermovision in their cybereyes)

”If your distraction can cause some damage, I won’t complain,” Raptor says to 0nyx. ”But I don’t want you exposed after that, if we’re headed in the back. Can you manage it from a safe space, or even behind our position?”

0nyx shrugs and whispers, "Doubtful, unless I call on a friend - and that's expensive. I need to see the place I'm putting the distraction. I can't see through walls... yet."

She opens her mouth to say something else, then thinks again. "I was going to say not to worry about me, but I certainly wouldn't want to face Mom if you died. Let's agree to both get killed if it comes to that. Easier and less painful. For us, I mean," she says softly.

Figment shakes his head, then says, grimly, "I guess if you're both dead, it solves our transportation problem.... and I reckon I'm glad your Mom doesn't have my number."

"You're ... related?!" Maybe it shouldn't surprise Jay, after all his own sister is quite different from him, but it does.

"OK. We're all less likely to get killed if we're all helping on this. But I've never been in a fight like this before. Just tell me what I can do."

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