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Bronze steps up first, looking dapper and imposing in his Berwick suit and Greatcoat. He slowly opens his jacket to expose the Fichetti Executive Action pistol on the suits internal holster, and allows the bodyguard types to remove it if desired. He stands confidently as they pay him down (or wand, etc), having left the real hardware back home. "Was' good here, chummer? Any foods ta tty fe righteous?"
Just an FYI: I will be busy this weekend celebrating my son's first birthday. I'll try to post tomorrow night or Sunday, but no guarantee. Please bot as needed, thanks.
Finally got some time with the PDFs and my computer, and looks like Bronze is getting some surgery done. Upgrading Ceramic Bone Lacing from Standard rating to Alpha: Gain a .22 essence hole, cost of ¥22,500 (by the book pricing). Not sure what kind of rolls I'll need for that, but my fixer and black market connections should hopefully be able to pull it off. Also going to the paintball & airsoft range (maybe somewhere lets you do "airsoft" with gel rounds?) and getting some pistol & dodge training in. Tests for the skill increases: Pistols 1>2: , Week 2:
After 2 weeks, Bronze is ready to roll, having paid for rent for 3 months, gotten some new 'ware upgraded, and done a bit of "run & gun" at the range. Karma spent: 8
"Dat mean a reg'lar breeder sidearm, er a real sized pistol? I mean, I ain't need a gun if it comes down to it, but jus' curious."
I'm game for a casino, sneaking and intimidating seem fun to me. On a side note, not sure what to spend money on. Bronze has very little essence left, and pretty much all the bases covered from a combat standpoint. Maybe fancy duds or specialty gear? Lots and lots of explosives?
Sorry I've been MIA lately, busy with baby and work, and switching gears to SR 4E mindset takes a lot of mental effort. Should have some time to drop cash and karma tomorrow, and Bronze is keen on any mission, especially a stealthy grabby one.
Bronze relishes in the pain and misery of a hangover after real booze, then rubs his eyes and drags his hoop outta bed. Stumbling over to the InstaKaf machine, he presses the button and waits for the brew to start. Dressed in just his BDU pants, his heavily muscled body shows multiple new scars and injuries gained over the recent years, with a surprising amount of knife or other blade scars along his arms. "Ya, chummer, work sounds good. It's bin too lon' since we ran like propah 'fessionals, so ka? When ya call da ammo guy, I'm'a need a couple'a boxes a' shotgun shells. Mebbe some new rifle ammo, too, ya?"
Bronze returns from his vehicle, having stowed his larger weapons and gear. He brings a beat up armor jacket in with him, stripping off his SWAT tactical vest and helmet, and shrugging into the more comfortable clothes. "Got a case a' Soyweiser an' some Thai inbound, drone dropoff in like 15 minnits. If we're lookin' ta get anudder job righ' 'way, I kin call Vigo, but he's prob gon' wan' some muscle work, ya know?"
"Yah, jus' got like six months worth 'a cred off one job, didn' hafta geek nobody and only got shot at fer like two minutes. Dis was good, like ol' times an' drek. Lemme order up sum brews an' mebbe tacos? We kin hang out and shoot da drek, neh?"
Jeez, sorry to hear that, GM. I wish there were cyber replacements available to assist you! Feel better.
"We got paid, got away clean. Clean-ish, at least. Seems like a good enough job fer me." Bronze stows his larger weapons and tries to relax after the excitement and adrenaline surge. "What's next?"
<"Copy that. Bogatir, git back to da ride, I'll cover ya. Mike, ye an' A gon' make it, or we meet up an' grab ya elsewhere?"> Bronze does as he says, keeping his rifle aimed at the newcomers direction, and his ears tuned for outside influences approaching.
"Yah, wiz. Drop da ting, an' let's bounce. Ain't gettin' paid ta scrap wit deserve fools, no sense wasting cred an' ammo fer nuthin."
Merry Christmas for those who celebrate, and a warm and happy winter's Monday for those who don't!
<Fraggin' lotta heads comin' our way, chums. We fightin' dese fools, we bettah get sum bettah covah, get 'im inna crossfire. Else, drop da t'ing, grab da cred, an' les' scram!> Bronze shifts his aim to where the armed men will be cresting the stairway, holding the crosshairs about chest high in the middle of the entranceway. <Got da firs' fragger sticks 'is mug out an' gets unfrien'ly like.> Flicking an ARO over the doorway, Bronze indicates his angle of cover with a stylized crosshairs icon.
<Ain't da scope ya gotta worry 'bout, A. Da pointy bit comin' hot an' fas' es da bit ya gotta worry 'bout. I gotcha covered, anyways.> Seeing the enemy sniper turn his attention away from their area, Bronze follows his eyeline without changing the position of his rifle. , 4 hits with Low-Light, vision magnification, and darkvision.
<"Got a headshot lined up. Not perfect, but I think I kin take 'im, needs to. We gots 'structions here? Drop da thingy, get some credsticks?"> Bronze takes aim and keeps ready to fire if the sniper shows hostile movement.
"Rifle, huh? Wonder if da drek face wan's a high cal'ber h'llo ta da face. Lemme take a peek, see if I kin make out what's what." Bronze takes a moment to check his rifle and make sure everything is powered, lined up, and the APDS magazine is in place before sliding out of the vehicle and taking a look. Shadowing (?) To sneak out: 2 hits Peeception: (glasses have vision enhancement 3 & vision mag, contacts have thermo if needed.) 4 hits Taking up a spot at the rear of the car, he lines up his Ares Desert Strike in the direction of the possible shooter and gets ready for action.
"Tea? Sure, if ya wanna make da stuff. I t'ink I got sum soykaf kickin' round som'ere mebbe. Lemme check." Bronze disappears into his former squat, tossing things around for a minute before emerging with a vacuum sealed can and a small brown bottle. "Wiz, I foun' da 'kaf, and a bottle a cheap synth-scotch. Dis stuff jus' gets better da older it sits, neh?" The big ork drops some of the soykaf powder into cups and waits for the water to boil. "I ain't been runnin' much lately, ta be hones'. Got sum muscle work wit' one a da syndicates, scare off da normies, collect sum debts an' stuff. Ya know, lefbreaker work. Ain't been gran', but pays da bills and keeps me outta trouble and away from da fuzz, so dat's been good enuff." When presented with the shot, he downs the vodka in a smooth gesture, grinning over his tusks at Bogatir. "Jus' like ol' times, chummer."
"Waltz? Hah, dat was sum fancy dancin' on da streets, fer sure. I dunno who dose goons was prepped fer, but a boom-exfil and a runnin' gunfight on da road, wit' a fast dump inta da Barrens? Seems like we wuz pro in dat part, at leas'." Bronze strips off his outer armor layers and begins to clean it of the sewer grime. Once satisfied with that, he breaks down the Enfield and cleans it, then reloads the used drum magazine. "Any idea on our wait time? Week, month, more?"
"Nah, I'm wiz. Me an' Junkyard managed ta scoot before dey got deir hoops in gear. Dat boom ta get outta da job, Dat was a good 'un. Saved our skin, I bet." Bronze checks his load in the shotgun, then swaps to his spare drum. "Good drivin, Bogatir, and you too, D. An' dose trucks, dat was a stroke a genius, Alter!"
"Okay, lemme know when we juke, I'm a try ta skate dese fraggera right offa da road!" Bronze primes and throws his slick grenade, full of industrial lubricant, at the front wheels of the vehicle when next it seems to make a change of direction or maneuver. throwing weapons 1 hit.
"Alter! Frag da car up, dis guy just bouncin' rounds off a him!" Dropping his Enfield to its sling, Bronze slips a lube-filled "slick" grenade to the ready, taking careful aim at the pursuing vehicle's front axle. "Gon' try and oil-slick da slitch. Get ready at beat feet, D!"
Sorry, busy weekend and spotty WiFi at work tonight. I'll get a post up in the am. Also need to double check my 4ed rules, getting confused btwn 4 & 5 and I really want this dude to go down!
Bronze switches targets when he sees the guy with a massive assault cannon pop up. "Oh no you don't! Eat this, drekhead!" He takes careful aim and unleashes a narrow 6 round burst at the exposed man. 5 hits, DV 7P, AP -5
"Go, go, go! I'm'a frag this fragger up, mebbe ye can zap da car!" Bronze angles his weapon to try and destroy the black box preventing the matrix folks from targeting the car. "Suck lead, ye fraggers!" Take aim, called shot, shooting from moving vehicle, 6 round full-auto burst, targeting the undercarriage to dislodge or destroy the anti-matrix jammer box. 4 hits, -5 to defense from full auto. DV: 7p, AP -5
Just an FYI: I'll be heading for vacation from the 12th-20th. I'll have my phone and will try to post but if necessary, please bot me. Thanks!
Bronze leans out with his shotgun leveled, aiming to damage the tires of the lead chase vehicle.
"Take dis, fragfaces! Mebbe don' mess wit' dis trog nex' time, breedahs!"
Initiative (3 passes) "On it! Nothin' special 'bout da rides. Customed out Beemers, and dem guys are for sure haulin' hoop. Don' 'spect dey're 'gon stop fer nothin' 'cept bullets." Bronze checks the load on his own shotgun, full drum of APDS still in place, before reloading the machine gun on the floor of the van.
"Good drivin' Bogatir! Keep it up, mebbe we'll lose dese fraggers sooner er later. If no, I kin block up de alley and smoke 'em out but good. Mebbe check da target, if I had a big pricy egg thing, I'd fill it fulla tracers an' drek ta keep it safe!" Bronze positions himself at the rear of the van, shotgun reloaded with APDS in the drum and grenades easily ready to hand. "If we gotta go loud, get ta da Barrens. Trogs'll help jump dese fools, cart off any parts er bits, and da Pawns ain't gon' get 'nvolved too fast like." visual perception to pull out details on the chase vehicles. Bronze activates his contacts to record images of the vehicles, streaming the data to Alter and Derek as usual.
"Shepherd, move yer hoop! Get goin' and I'll cover ya!" Once Michael makes a break for it, Bronze will also dash for the hole and toss the smoke grenade he'd prepared earlier towards the baddies. Free action to detonate the wireless enabled 'nade as it gets there.
Suppressive fire looks good at a quick glance to me. Bronze's next action is to pop thermal smoke and beat feet, so that fits perfectly with Bogatir and Blue's actions.
Seeing Michael come into view, Bronze's grin grows just a bit wider over his tusks. "Aight, goons, time ta say bye!" Risking the gunfire, Bronze dashes across the room towards the proposed exit point to flank the baddies and support the team. He pulls a thermal smoke grenade and switches it to wireless-on mode before reaching cover.
Bronze plans on laying down suppressive fire and supporting Junkyard popping off 'nades. As soon as the other can break contact he pulls rear guard and covers their exit.
No worries, I've been having issues with the site as well.
<Hole's open. Droppin' sum fools ta clear yer way. Get yer hoops in gear, we gotta scram!> Bronze grins despite, or perhaps because of, the rather serious danger the team if ds itself in. "Junkyahd, dey ain't movin' fas' enuff. We got any booms can drop dat ceilin' behin' us?"
I'm good with the GM rolling. So long as we get the opportunity to spend some edge if bad rolls would really frag us up, of course. Expect a PM fairly soon, GM
"Stoopid goons shoulda called in sick taday. Oh well, here's mud in yet eyes, ye fraggers." Bronze activates the flashbang grenade's wireless, then tosses it and triggers the boom just as it gets where he wants it. throwing weapons from hidden position 3 hits should land right in the middle of the sec-goons formation. Staying behind cover for the moment he ducks his head and trusts his eye and ear protection hold up.
Ooh, I'd love to play a Mossad sniper/infiltrator!
<Hit da booms! Wait til dem fools are in da blast zone!> Bronze takes aim at the nearest group of security goons and holds his grenade in his hand.
Bronze and Junkyard are in the basement area, with explosives planted and ready to cut a hole into the sewers and allow our escape. Also ready to ambush any fools who step up and wanna get froggy.
<Zappers loaded here. Hard rounds as backup.>
I'm good with no map. SR in particular seems to flow more easily when the players don't get hung up on the maps and counting squares / etc.
<Standing by. Prepare for loud. Hostile active.> Bronze waits for the appropriate time and squints while keeping his mouth slightly open in preparation for the shockwave. Shotgun at the ready he scans for targets to present themselves.
"Shock, fer sure. Don' wan' splash dese fools fer no reason. Jus' keep 'em off dere feet." <Sitrep? Exfil waitin' on ya.> Bronze looks over and sees Junkyard take up a concealed cover position as well, and smiles. Maybe they'd get to geek some cops tonight, after all.
Welcome back my ork samurai brother! I, for one, welcome you back to the team. You and that tank cannon you have, that is!
"Oy, J-man! We gots comp'ny, I figger less den 5 mikes. We blow da pack now and mow 'email down, er wait til da plan and scoot in da chaos. Either way, I got yer back." Bronze takes up a position where he has at least some cover from the stairs, shotgun readied and flipped to burst fire mode. He fingers the flash-bang grenade at his belt, ready to pull and toss if that area gets congested with goons. Over comms: <Standin' by. Call da play, an' we make it hap'n.> infiltration to remain unseen from the stairway exit. 3 Hits perception to hear who and how many folks approach. 1 Hit
<We're ready down 'ere. Jus' waitin' on yeh guys an' we ghost dis place.> Bronze makes sure he has stick'n'shock loaded in the Enfield's drum, and double checks his gear for easy access, keeping his eyes peeled down the tunnel for any kind of threat.
"Yah, sounds good. Me an' Junkyahd'll take care a da booms. Well, he's gonna take care a dem, an' I take care a him."
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