Krista "Luna" Cleary's page

Luna wakes up well "rested". Meaning her head is about to explode. But she's used to that and knows how to get rid of the worst symptoms...

Anyway after she's back into shape and dressed for the day she'll take her mirage for a drive around the area surrounding the target restaurant before meeting up with the others. Nothing fancy nothing dangerous. Just getting a feeling for the area. And someone on a joyride on a bike probably doesn't stick out. If she gets the feeling of sticking out like a sore thumb because the target area is super high class or whatever then she'll simply drive off.

Luna is kinda hyped to get started on something right now, but hearing she's getting treated she decides getting started on a bit of a party is just as good. And there are some things from today she wants to forget so might as well add some tasty all-paid-for alcohol to it.

Unlike Cheddy she's not really interested in the people here but in the athmosphere they create. So she'll be dancing or playing whatever games are on offer in this club bar thing. Sure she'll talk a bit with whoever she's playing against but no plans on any deep conversation or staying too long with any single activity.

"Ahhh. You're saying Mr Johnson might in fact be a proxy to that Takahashi guy. They want to see how well their little prize is protected. So they let us do what we want so we can think of something they haven't. And the whole bit about it being hush hush is so we don't just go on a murder spree which would make that test a bit pricey for them."
Luna tosses out this idea without the grin leaving her face. In fact she talks about it like discussing the hidden plot of the latest trideo romance show. She just finds it a funny possibility.

Luna grins and can't help but interject with her version of the task:
"Steal wolo wolo book. Be hush hush if can."
she sticks out her tounge at the corner of her mouth, indicating she knows very wenn that's too dumbed down to count and that the others should do the parroting better

Luna takes her glass and swirls it around, making the liquid inside a small whirlpool while staring somewhat absentmindely around the club

"Sooo complicated. If someone really looks at the decoy book they'll know it's fake. Because if we could get enough information to fake the book then no one would need to steal the book anymore, just look at all the information already out there. So all we can do anyway is make something that looks like it while... let's say looking through some kind of glass window. And add a bit of magical wolo wolo so mages are also fooled.
The rest is just me sneaking in while you try to distract them. Preverably in a way where they can't trace the comotion back to you because otherwise they'll likely pay you a visit just because that comotion happened roughly at the time the book go yoinked. When they find out it got yoinked that is."

Luna doesn't have anything useful to add here, so she nips on her drink and tries to look interested

Luna happily plops down on the seat closest to the exit and gives a quick "Hi" to the man before half turning to Gigs.
"You did. No idea where that came from tho. Pretty sure one person is plenty to be stupid, irrational and crazy. Heck _I_ can be like that sometimes. It's kinda fun if no one is around that you care about."
Turning back to the Shakespearean she says: "I like that thought. Means I get to be the pampered little sister who grows up to be a brat because the brothers spoil her too much."
She is very much oblivous to the Shakespeareans close attention towards her

Lunas progress is not half as smooth as Cheddys but with her slim frame and the impressive strength hidden in her bio-mented muscles its not hard for her to keep up with him. She also tries to get a seat. Sure a bodyguard type would probably stay standing but she's still Luna. She wants a part of the fun.

Luna looks around, checking for other ways in or out of the place, other places where bouncers are stationed and maybe good places to take cover if something goes wrong. Basically she checks the surroundings to have a rough idea if things go wrong. Then she goes on to enjoy the look of the place. Snazzy Euro music is not exactly her thing but the place looks like someone put some measure of heart into making it look nice and that's not hard to appreciate.

All the while she's following Cheddy

Luna passes the waiting line with a grin and her usual bouncy happy step - which goes out of sync every few steps but who would know that without knowing her well?
With her armored jacket set to black leather with a firy emblem at the back she looks more like a hired biker bodyguard than a partygoer but since she's following Cheddy the picture as a whole should work out.
Still she can't help turning around and throwing a kiss at the waiting line as they are waved inside.

Inside she reaches into her jacket and hands over her Ingram X. "Be nice to her! She's not my babies but I still like her a lot!"
She doesn't move to hand over her combat blade. It is neither particularily hidden nor visible with the sheath the same color as her pants. She simply goes by the idea that in a world filled with shooty shooty gun gun having a sharp piece of metal around is not considered a dangerous weapon.

Never been there either. Not my type of place.
Sooo my thoughts with absolutly no basis in reality except it was imagined by my brain. Which exists in reality. Probably:

Joining the line:
Pro:
The trolls are more likely to let you in if you follow the rules
Negative:
You come on as "part of the mass" which might or might not be the impression you want to make
We might not make it on time?

Making a scene by skipping the line:
Pro:
If it works everyone knows you're da man
Contra:
I don't think we have the street cred to do that yet. But that might be something a little money and/or smooth talking from Cheddy can solve
You stand out, which might or might not be the impression you want to make

Luna takes a look at snazzly-mc-grumble-troll and his friend but as usual it doesn't even occur to her that this could be a problem. In her world it is already decided that the trolls will let them in. Thus she doesn't comment and instead looks around for other interesting people, or things that happen.

Luna seems to have a little chink in her usual happy expresion. But she still seems mostly the same as always. When meeting up with the other two she says: "Alright. So any special plans? Or do we just go in and have a bit of fun until the meeting?"

Luna leaves her place with puffed up cheeks and the usual spring in her steps seems to be out of rythm every now and then.

Her outfit is also different than usual. Normally she'd habitually wear her cameleon suit and walk to places while being mostly unseen. This time around she wears a heavy, clearly armored jacket. She takes a moment to decide which color it should be today and decides on a 'classic' black leather color with redish flames.
In a holster somewhat concealed under the jacket is her Ingram X since her Babies have to wait for her at home this time around. Her combat blade is sheathed at her thight
She gets on her motorbike and puts on her helmet, which fits nicely with the jacket and also sports a little too much armor for a regular motorbike helmet.
Still, if you look closely you can see the cameleon suit beneath the jacket and under her normal pair of jeans.

With that she's ready to head out to meet the others, and then the pompous fixer and his mr Johnson.

Lunas eyes light up at that info from Al "Ohhhhh that sounds a lot more like a place for me. Nice one Al! Soooo Cheddy is that actually the club where Mr Posh wants to meet us?"

Luna shrugs "well as for me, I don't think I can play a high class club bunny. But I can probably grab a suit and some shades. Does that work mr face?"

Luna pretty much back to her usual self. Sure she almost got geeked but she IS a razorgirl. That's part of the job. And she grew up on the streets. Once she has her coffee in front of her she ponders for a moment whether or not it would be worse to be eaten by a giant vampire monster compared to being left as a rotten corpse in the streets somewhere. Then she shrugs. It really doesn't make a huge difference. Might even be better in some ways. Anyways no use thinking about it. Better to enjoy the coffee.

She then sends 2 text messages. One to Ravi, if he's still up they could go a few rounds at her place.
The other is to Donny "The Wall" T. Which reads
"Yo Donny, I need a new hat for my sunday suit. You remember my favorite suit right? The one with the fancy color systems? The other hat just doesn't work with it... doesn't change color you know. I like colors. You got anything like that?"

While waiting for answers to her texts she thinks about how she should improve in dodging. Sure she's not shaken to the bone but staying alive DOES sound kinda nice and all. And also how she should have better luck. But how does someone improve their luck? Her thoughts ponder on this for a while

"Well, with my bike would be nice. So I can get back. Also I think we need to split the nuyen before we split us."

"Well, gotta earn your money. Anyways I think I need a coffee. One of those good ones. I gotta think. That thing nearly had me. I should probably try to get a helmet that works like the camo suit... somehow. And I need to get better at getting out of the way of things better... Also... don't we have to return this lifter thing now?"

Luna points at her now closed wounds "Dun feel very prime. Well now I somewhat do again but not for most of the run. You know?"

Luna really tensed when the doc started to magicy glow heal her wound. But to her credit - the cursing didn't get any worse from it. After that she had been staring off into space with a pleasantly relieved look on her face. Now that's still not quite gone: "No wowwies doc. The three of us took down that thing. No way that's corpo work. You'd need an army to catch a corpo monsta"

Luna is still grumbling, just not cursing as much as before. Not helpful in front of a client and all that
"Thanks. Metahuman shape please. Just making sure you know. You seem to like those thingies..."

Luna is fast for the first few questions, since she kinda expected those. And that ugly thing clawing her into(and almost through) a wall is still very fresh in her mind.
"Clawed. Once."
She points at her claw marks. "Do these claws count as one wound or as many as it had claws?"
"Can't tell. We got it in a sewer. There was sticky ugly smelly stuff everywhere. It didn't make a point to hawk and spit at me tho I can say that much"

Luna groans
"Stop. I dun want no more needles. Need sleep. Just gimme something against the maybe vampire gunk on its claws. Turning into that thing doesn't sound fun."

Luna grins a little weakly
"Nah. Most certainly not okay. But no time to visit crazy eyes now... Ohhh"
Lunas eyes light up a little seeing the medkit
"That does look like good stuff. Well let's put big guy mc ugly face inside so you can do that needle stuff then!"

Luna grumbles all the way from the thing keeling over to having heaved it up onto the loader. Also there is no sign of stopping anytime soon. Most of it is just random curses but you do hear something about "appointment" with a lot of verbal air quotes and "crazy eyes" a lot

Lunas head is ringing like crazy. And the only remaining thought is to make the thing kneel before it takes her out. She fires the Ares with live ammo against its knee once more
-3 dice from damage -4 for called 1shot
Ares to the Knee: 9d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 2, 3, 6, 4, 1, 5, 1) = 29 3hits

Dodge?: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 4, 4, 3) = 20
Reroll 6: 1d6 ⇒ 2
=1 hit, not enough to dodge

Soak: 13d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 1, 2, 4, 4, 2, 4, 4, 2, 3, 3, 3) = 44 2 hits, reducing from 12 to 10

Luna absolutly falls for the monsters feint. She tries to get out of the way anyway but fails miserably, getting absolutly smashed by its fists? claws? she's not sure which it is. In fact the only thing she knows right now is that the world suddenly started spinning in a not so funny way.

Shoot more 1-5 or Tranq more? 6-10: 1d10 ⇒ 8

"Takes more to make you sleepy uh?"

Luna fires another round from the tranq pistol, aiming for the glowing 'weak spot' on its right knee

I used to be a troll monster until I took a tranq round to the knee: 16d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 2, 4, 6, 4, 5, 2, 3, 2, 4, 6, 6, 2, 3, 5) = 62 5 hits, limit 7

ini round 2: 12 + 3d6 ⇒ 12 + (5, 6, 2) = 25

Well, 2 hits with the super troll tranq. Better give it a little time to take effect. We don't want to put it to sleep like the bad bad doggy it is... Still, better give it some pause with the whole swinging at me...

quick draw tn 3: 15d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 4, 1, 4, 5, 1, 2, 1, 6, 5) = 45 4 hits
Bang!: 16d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 4, 6, 1, 4, 1, 1, 1, 2, 5, 1, 5, 2, 6, 1) = 45 4 hits, 7 1s, just barely no glitch

Luna draws her other Ares, the one not loaded with tranq rounds, and aims for the glowing symbol on its hip as she pulls the trigger.

Dodge!: 10d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 5, 1, 3, 6, 1, 3, 5, 5) = 37 5 hits

Seeing that massive thing swing at her is not something Luna really enjoys seeing and so sways backwards, just out of reach

Well, if you insist...

with the troll thing roaring at them Lunas mouth contorts. One side is trying to wrinkle in disgust. The other is trying to smile. The big baddy with the tough hide is opening its more squishy insides to them nice and wide. Just asking for a bullet inside.

And so she aims her Ares V with the tranquilizer ammo to fire into the things mouth

Sleepy bang!: 16d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 6, 3, 4, 1, 1, 6, 5, 1, 2, 2, 5, 2, 4, 6) = 55

Ini: 12 + 3d6 ⇒ 12 + (2, 4, 2) = 20

"Drek!"
As Luna scrambles out of the way of the 'thing' her first thought is that of a threedeo she saw... at some point... about some flamboyant guys fighting a bull. Her second thought is about the straight and narrow path and how avoiding a charging bull-thing on it is going to be a little... difficult. Especially since there haven't been any briges in what now feels like forever

Ain't not dodging that thing. Then better put it to sleep FAST

And with no time to wonder whether or not this thing is actually the target or not she draws her baby with the sleeping pills

Perception: 6d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 1, 5, 2, 4) = 19 2 hits

Luna looks at the narrow wet path with a bit of worry. Its never fun to fight on slippery ground.
In fact she contemplates slipping on her Gecko Tape Gloves for a moment just so she could get out of the way if she REALLY needed to. But she decides against it for now. No use hindering her Chameleon Suit just yet.

Then she stops as the thought about the scratch marks hits. She tries to remember but nothing comes to mind right away. So instead she opens her Comlinks AR View and sends a quick text to Cheddy - keeping the run silent at least in a non technical level.

Text: "Yo! Which side of this craphole were those claw marks at again?"

Luna has both her babies holstered for now. Better to have your hands free while sneaking around.
Still, they are ready for anything - one of them is loaded with non-ap lethal rounds, the other already loaded with the tranquilizer.
Her combat knife is in a sheeth attached to the back of her belt - better safe than sorry.
She takes a sniff of the air in the sewers. Scrunching her face she makes "Blergh." sound before saying "well, at least we won't have to dip ourselves in crap so it won't notice our scent."
She walks past Cheddy and acknowledges his 'courtesy' with a nod, then waves for him to follow her as she enters the sewers
Sneak: 15d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 5, 5, 3, 6, 5, 2, 1) = 49 5 hits
and seemingly melts into the darkness

Luna shrugs "Dun care. Would be pretty good if things do turn into a shootout. Would be good if you could be a bit sneaky tho. You know. So it DOESN'T turn into a shootout. Can you?"

Luna starts getting more and more figety as time goes on. At first she's content playing stuff on her Comlink but even then she starts whining about things like "Are you done _yet_?"
Eventually she pulls out a cleaning set from somewhere and starts cleaning one of her babies. Then finally after an age(at least according to her) the group starts moving again to get that power lifter. And so she puts her Baby back together while the others can take care of renting that thingy they think we'll need.
As they get back they are greeted by her without the armored jacket, only in her camo suit waving a clip of ammo, obviously marked to contain the snooze button rounds.
"Alright. So can we go fetch us a weird kitty ultra troll vampy thing yet? I'm already in my sneak gear and my babies are all ready to put that thingy to sleep.
I go down there to put it to sleep. Gigs does his stalker thing on it with his bugs. And Cheddy waits for someone to come along to talk to I guess? Yes yes?"

"Well. I'm no cat with big scratchies like that but wouldn't you use a scratching post close to your home? Like... So you can go there whenever you feel your claws itch? Sounds like a thing to me. So maybe scout the area there a bit more to find its home?"

"You didn't see? Second location had a bunch of claw marks. Didn't look like something your _average_ troll would do. Maybe roll back to that place on the vid again for a moment?"

Luna lazily hangs around at first but gets bored fast and so does the next best thing - watching the feed of Gigz doing his thing. With herself laid back as far as her chair allows and her boots up on the... something. Whatever is in range for her to place her boots really.
Watching the vid feed TN3: 6d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 3, 3, 1, 5) = 23 3 hits
"Seriously man. I have no idea what just came out of your mouth. It sure as hell was not English enough for a person to understand you. Anyway I think there was something interesting in all that stuff"

"Sooooo, we got the bullets to put em down and we know roughly where that thing is supposed to hunt. I guess now we go down there and sneak around until we find it in action. Then put it to sleep and carry it of for easy nuyen?"

Luna turns to Gigs and hands him both bullet and the med.

"Sounds like you enjoy that kinda stuff. Go right ahead. I prefer the shoot stuff part over the fiddle with stuff to shoot stuff with part."

So Gigs will only start helping out after someone else tried? Well lets put some rp in there

Luna has to carry her own gear first but then she helps gladly. Not like the stuff weights anything to her.
While Gigs takes his time loading his stuff into the vehicle guns she's a lot quicker just putting the APDS into the clips and exchanging them with a clip with normal ammo on her ammo harness
Image in my head: she can shoot the current clip + 1 or 2 reload clips of normal ammo per gun, but also has one clip of APDS per gun with her.

She then sits down on her bike and takes out one of the not-yet-trollstopper rounds in one hand and a dose of the meds in the other. Looking at them in confusion. Then clinking them together once, then again.
"You know what? I never thought about how to get that extra med stuff into the finished bullets. I kinda went to Handsoff hoping he got the stuff ready. And he kinda did. If we want to give that troll thing a big stim pack instead of putting it to sleep"
She twirls the bullet in her dexterous fingers - totally ready to tinker with it if she knew how to do that.

"Let's get 1 or 2 of those bullets ready before we go scouting. If that thing happens to be better at scouting than we are we will need em. Or we'll have to shoot to kill."

Luna looks back at Gigs.
"Ohhhhh sorry about that. This is Gigz. He's also coming for the Ultra Troll run. I was sure he wanted to take care of other business but I guess your charm made him reconsider even before meeting you in person."

So... Luna sticks her tongue out, calclating before lighting up.
"Ah, right..."
... and pulls up her commlink interface and runs the numbers there.

15 per Predator V clip
32 per Ingramm X clip
2x32 + 4*15 = 124 // number of rounds
124 / 10 * 120 = 1488
6 clips * 5 = 30
1488 + 30 = 1518

"Almost another 1500 for the rounds. 1520 with clips. 2 Ingramm X and 4 Predator V clips.
So one credstick with 3070 on it? Just enough extra for one real coffee."

"Ohhhhh now that sounds like the fun stuff we're looking for. And if you got a whole crate of them we can just shoot it again if the first one wasn't enough. Unless it costs an arm and a leg. I don't have enough of those to sell off any."
Lunas perpetual grin shows she's very much joking about the selling of any appendages, just asking for the price.