looks like this is dead...too bad!
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Me too...seems like it might be dead
"Will do!" Sun moves towards the back of the building into the storeroom, her pistols leading the way.
Sorry...I thought glass went before me....posted action!!
"Aww...FRAG!" Training her two pistols at the spirit, Sun lets loose with both barrels (2 rounds of actions) Attack: 3 successes
Attack: 6 successes
"Damn, DAMN, ...Glass get in here!! We woke up some sort of spirit..."
Sunset quickly knocks the commlink from the teen's hand and slides over the desk to move into the back room, her pistols ready. Perception: 2 hits
Well, that was horrifically sad!!! :-(
Sun heads right back to the huge desk and the back room. If anyone attempts to stop her or looks like they might be trying to set off an alarm, she shoots them with her stick-n-shock loaded pistols.
Sun also arms up with suppression rounds (Stick -n-shock)in her hand cannons. "Quick and smooth...that is what we can hope for!!" She enters the van with the others, sitting quietly as she runs through the entry and takedown scenario.
Nudging her two companions, Sunset whispers to them. "I think we have enough info for the moment. Maybe we should head out and rendezvous with the other groups and plan our attack?"
Sun looks over to Glass to get his impression of these...shoelaces.
Sunset looks over at the sales-elf and smiles. "I see you have some very basic items out here for those who dabble, but what might you have for us more initiated?" She makes sure that she slightly emphasizes the 'initiated' part of her speech.
Sun wanders through the store, poking into the many nooks and corners as if she were looking for something specific. She keeps Glass in her sight and can guess where R-R is by the dismissive sounds of the patrons who he is near! She makes her way back to the rear of the store where the big desk is located and takes her time to get a good look at the layout.
Sorry, like road rage it is budget time at work so that is taking up a bunch of my time...should be good very soon though!!
Sun does as she is asked and slaves her cheap comm into R-R's system before hopping out the door and moving towards the shop. She turns to talk with Glass as they wander over to the store. "Well power focus' are always the rage. I am sure that there will be many items of interest within this store"
"Well I guess that leaves us to go and check out the talismonger's shop. You ready?" Sun waits for the others before heading out towards R-R's van.
"No Stars anymore Big Guy!", Sun says with a slight look towards their new employer. "It's the knights that you need to watch now!!"
Sun looks over the others and then speaks up. "So, umm...where do you want me to go?"
GM, Sybil: Sun notices the drone keeps coming by their table and something in her mind brings her paranoia to the surface. She leans over to Sybil and whispers That drone...can you check that it is not piggybacking someone spying on us? I don't trust it!"
The memory came to her like a bolt of lightning out of the blue. She stares at the woman and when she looks, she makes a hand motion that anyone who was with Lone Star would recognize. She watches the woman closely to see if she reacts to the motion.
"That's a very pretty accent...I can not seem to place it?? Where in the CAS do you hail Ms. Johnson??" Sun concentrates on the woman and all her gear...maybe it is something she is wearing that has triggered her memory...
Janie racks her brain to think of where she has seen this woman before....
Sun is intrigued by the possibility of working for an elf. "Could you tell where she was from by her accent? Do you still have the recording? Could I take a listen to see if I can pick up the possible nationality of this Miss Johnson?" Once finished talking to Freddy about the elf Johnson, she goes over and introduces herself to their new decker. "Hey Sybil, I'm Descending Sunset, but just call me Sun...all the others do! Glad to have you on the team! We can really use a matrix presence for this team... it's the one thing we were missing!"
What I did on my Returning home one evening a week or so after her last run, Janie was surprised to find an old fashion envelope had been pushed under the door of her flat over the Double-Barrel Club. The letter inside was written by hand in the most interesting script. It was a blend of Sperethiel and English with a smattering of Or-Zet. It was obviously written specifically for her as these were languages which she was familiar. The letter invited her to a “Renton Shooting Club” located at the edge of the city in Upper Preston on I90. The letter went on to say a driver would be picking her up tomorrow morning to bring her to the club for “an interview”. Intrigued, Janie prepared for the following day, and when the car arrived at 9am the next morning, she got in. The drive was uneventful and the driver, a human, knew nothing about where he was going or what was there…he had simply been hired to drive. It took a few hours to make it to the edge of the city and as they passed the small village of Preston, the car turned onto a dirt road leading into the Tiger Mountain State Forest. Not too far along the well-kept road a compound materialized from the wooded hills. Looking like an old hunting lodge from the last century, the stone and wood construction melding pleasingly into the wilderness background. Getting out of the car, Janie was met by three people. The first was a native American woman dressed in, what she could only assume, was traditional clothes. The second was an male orc in a 3-piece business suit of exquisite design and the last was a human male in more casual clothes and a pistol on his hip in a western-trid like fashion. They introduced themselves as Black Willow, Edward Bartlet-Sumons and finally Doctor William Holiday. The three of them ran the ‘gun club’, but also belonged to a more serious and magically minded group who were interested in Descending Sunset becoming a member of their cabal. Not sure what to say, especially since they used her street name and seemed to know quite a lot about her, Sun instantly became wary…her hands drifting to her pistols. The trio quickly reassured her that they were genuine in their request and harbored no ill will towards her. Inside the magnificent building the three sat down to a delicious lunch and then moved to a more private den to talk. All three were adapts and all three practitioners of gun-fu, as some called it. They had started the club after the three of them met at a gun show in the CAS. All three had worked, in one form or another, in the shadows, and still occasionally took commissions, but mostly spent their time honing the more mystical side of their trade. They kept feelers out in the shadows for possible up and coming runners who might benefit from their ‘club’. While the fee was minimal, other, more “tangible” forms of payment would be asked from the new member, including taking certain “jobs” for the group. The junior member could refuse, but if too many refusals were made, the group would most likely as them to leave. Currently there are 4 other “junior” members at the club. After a tour of the facilities and another delicious meal, a car arrived to take her back to her apartment. She had agreed to join, and over the course of the following weeks, became an initiate within the group and opened up a whole new vista of possibilities for her future.
Well I used up some of my karma to become an initiate. Sun joined a group of other mystic gun-bunnies known as the Renton Gun Club. It is home to a number of adapts, bodyguards and shadowrunners. I hope that is OK.
Sun breathes a silent sigh of relief as the payoff seems to go without a hitch. She keeps on edge until the goons leave and the group can then get down to the brass tacks of splitting the fee.
Sounds good boss. We will keep you safe, right Wraith!" Sun checks her pistols and ensure they are ready for action.
Sun walks up to the troll and in Or'Zet says, "I'll have noodles in broth and a cold beer...whatever is in a can...Oh, whatever she wants...I owe her for 'services rendered'" Sun looks back at Wraith and smiles.
Sun climbs out of the back of the van and also stretches. She looks around at her surroundings and the tension begins to fade. "Well any job you can walk away from...or be carried out of...", she says with a little laugh. "So now what...go our separate ways until we hear from Mr. Johnson?"
"That's the problem with these guttersnipes...there are always more of them and in a pack, they become very dangerous. Talk us out if you can face-man, but if it comes down to fight or flight, I'm with Wraith here and we gut them all." She leans back, removes her pistols and ensures they are fully loaded and ready for action.
Finding herself on Wraith's lap after R-R's 'evasive' maneuvers, Sun tries to sit up, but a further 'zig-zag' from the van has her reaching out to steady herself. Once back on course, much to her chagrin, Sun realizes she has 'stabilized' herself by placing her hands on Wraith's breasts. "Oh my...sorry. I was just...umm...you know...ummm...bracing myself?!!" Blushing furiously, the gun-girl sits back down on the foldout bench, trying to look anywhere but at Wraith. "So...umm..yeah, tracing rounds. The Star used them quite a bit near the end of their time here."
With her pistols being next to useless in a car chase, Sun sits and tries to keep out of the way of those with long arms. She watches as R-R expertly controls the big vehicle through the streets.
Janie hauls the wounded Nomad into the van and immediately begins to work on his wounds. She uses the vehicles first aid supplies to aid her in patching up the squad.
"What the frag was that last blast?? Sounded like a cannon going off!"
Sun turns away from the man in the car and loads up into R-R's truck. "Let's get out of here...fast!"
Sun walks up to the vehicle and swiftly unholsters her warhawks and fires both at the window. Bam!: 4 hits Ka-Pow!!: 3hits Warhawk - Acc 8, DV 9P, AP -6,
Sun goes and grabs the warhawk from where it fell. "Let's skate chummers! Time is getting short and the KE will be swarming all over this place soon!"
Sun heads down the stairs and out the front door, moving towards where the car is trying to escape the garage.
Cursing, Sun moves to get a better shot at the man with the shotgun. Blam-O: 5 Hits Acc 8, DV 9P, AP -6
Seeing Nomad riddles with bullets, Sun moves forward and fires at the shotgun-wielding mook. Ba-Blam: 3 Hits
Taking advantage of the lull in the shooting, Sun reloads both her pistols using the speed loaders she has on her belt. That done she moves forward to see who is still alive on this floor.
Feeling the APDS ammo from the woman's SMG shred her lined coat and tear into the armoured clothing beneath, Sun grunts with the impact. Snarling she takes aim and fire back. BooM: 3 hits Ruger Super Warhawk-Heavy Pistol, Acc 8, DV 9P, AP -6,
Ah, you answered my question for me here...lol
GM: Ok, it has been awhile...so if I use my edge to re-roll the soak, then I can explode ALL of the 6's or just one? In the older versions you exploded all of them, but this version looks as though you can do one or the other. If all 6's, then here is my rolls exploded 6's from Soak:
ok..so then my soak HITs will be 10 I think??
GM: OK, so do I re-roll or do you? If I do, then my roll is below. Do you get to explode the 6's? Sunset Dodge:
DM: Can I use my point of edge to re-roll my defence?
GM: Yeah, I think she will try the dodge using her acrobatics skill. Acrobatics: 4 Hits
Seeing the stocky woman enter and her failure of firing the grenade at them, Sunset tracks her withdraw and moves to get a good angle to fire on her. PewPew: 5 hits Ruger Super Warhawk-Heavy Pistol, Acc 8, DV 9P, AP -6,
Sun moves forward and fires on the man she had seen in the hallway. Ka-Pow!: 7 hits Ruger Super Warhawk-Heavy Pistol, Acc 8, DV 9P, AP -6,
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