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Stop the war!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ronin will open fire as soon as one of the Ancients behind the bikes pops up. 1d6=4, 1d6=3, 1d6=1, 1d6=4, 1d6=4, 1d6=5, 1d6=5, 1d6=2, 1d6=2
Ronin walks over and opens the door to the van. As he does he makes sure that his coat slips open so the crew can see that he's armed. "Load it up boys," He says in an authoritative voice, "the clock is ticking."
"You think we would stand around in uniforms when something this valuable is coming in?" Ronin asks. "The guys at the top told us to keep this all hush hush, so we come incognito, savey?" 1d6=2, 1d6=6, 1d6=5, 1d6=2, 1d6=2, 1d6=6, 1d6=2, 1d6=2, 1d6=6 to bluff using Infiltration.
Ronin will stand behind Thomas, looking menacing.
"So, Ronin, are we still planing on blaming this on the Ancients and getting the courior with force?" "I guess not. Let's get the "courier" and then figure out our next move from there," Ronin says. "Hey Sam, has your friend got the ambulance back in shape yet?"
Once they get Mouse to safety, Ronin addresses the rest of the group. "Looks like we have gotten into some deep drek," he says. "It appears that we're working for the Three Tigers tongs, and that it may be a bio-weapon that we're picking up. To complicate things, the Ancients want whatever it is we're getting and they are willing to go to war to get it. And now a contact of mine tells me that the Yaks would be interested in it too. Any ideas?"
Mr. Johnson Spoiler: As soon as the Ancient wannabe leaves Ronin will put his own cellphone in his ear. "Dial Tanaka," he says. "Hey Tiger, it looks like I may have gotten into the middle of a war between The Ancients and the Triads. Can you tell me anything about a bio-weapon that the Three Tigers might be bringing in?"
Mr. Johnson
Spoiler:
"You might want to rethink that last statement," Ronin says. "If anything happens to Mouse, the Three Tigers will be the least of your problems. Transfer 100 million nuyen to an untraceable cred stick and leave it with the bartender at the Garden of Venus in two hours and I'll bring you your weapon. Otherwise, Ill see what I can get for it from some other buyers." Ronin then pulls the earpiece out of his ear and hands it back to the other elf. 1d6=1, 1d6=2, 1d6=2, 1d6=5, 1d6=6, 1d6=2, 1d6=5, 1d6=2, 1d6=2 for Intimidate. "I'd get out of here quickly," Ronin tells the Ancient wannabe. "The guys you wanna run with see you as expendable meat. I'd suggest finding new friends."
Ronin takes the earpiece from the Ancient.
Spoiler: "What do you want," he says in the elven tounge. "I was just about to deal with some buisness here."
Ronin steps forward and whispers in Mouse's ear, "Get behind the guy by the Stuffer Shack." Then he steps up to the Ancient. "Hola chummer," he says. "This can go down one of two ways. I garuntee that the hard way will be a whole lot more satisfying for me and a whole lot more fatal for you." With that, he pops his arm blades and gets ready to fight.
Ronin is standing at the bus stop, checking his watch. 1d6=4, 1d6=2, 1d6=4, 1d6=3, 1d6=1, 1d6=3, 1d6=6, 1d6=6, 1d6=5
"The more the merrier," Ronin says, "especially since the Ancients are involved."
Thomas Chance
Spoiler: "The kid I told you about is on her way here," Ronin says. "However, she's being tailed by an Ancient. How would you like to go with me to the bus stop and pick her up?"
"Spider, how much time do we have before the cutter comes in?" Ronin asks. "We're going to need to grab some Ancient outfits before we go." Thomas
Spoiler:
"Thanks," Ronin says. "Mouse is almost like family. I promised her mom I'd look out for her before she died. Mr. Johnson
Spoiler: Ronin calls Mouse and tells her to meet him at the garage. She tries to argue but Ronin tells her that this is not the time for back talk. He tells here that even if the Ancients follow her, it will just mean he doesn't have to go looking for them..
"Sadly most of you don't have the requisite pointy ears, but we can work around that," Ronin says. "We just need to get a hold of some Ancients leathers in the right sizes and keep the faces of you flat ears out of sight. Of course I'll just wear a bandana over my face so everyone can see that we're a bunch of elves and everything should be good. of course we have to leave someone alive to tell the tale."
Ronin signels everyone to gather around as the van is getting worked on. "I have a plan to keep Evo from looking for us when they realize that their courier is missing," he said. "We are going to set the Ancients up to take the fall for it."
Mr. Johnson
Spoiler:
After listening to Mouse's message, Ronin hung up the phone. He knew he needed to get Mouse out of sight, and soon. There was only one way that this was going to end, and it was not going to be good for the Ancients. Thomas Chance
Spoiler: Ronin walked out from where he had been listening to his voicemail. Walking over to Thomas he frowned. "Hey spooky," he said, "we need a place to stash the courier when we get him, and I've got a friend who needs to disapper for a while. Seems I torqued of some Ancients taking this job, and they decided to deal with it by roughing up a kid I know. Do you know of any safe houses where we can stash both?"
Ronin fires up his bike and looks at Crisno. "Lead the way," he says with a wave of his hand.
"You mean the orc was the brains of this operation?" Ronin asks. "This could be very, very bad."
"I'll handle getting the info out him. Before I begin, anyone mind if I root around in his brain with magic?" "Root away," Ronin says. "Just don't do any permenant damage. We may need him later."
"That is bad," Ronin says.
"You mean besides the fact that the van has too many holes in it for us to pass off convincingly?" Ronin quips?
5,3,4,2,5,6,2,2,6 Ronin pops a shot a human 1, hoping to even the odds a little. 4 hits, 5P/0 DR with the Predator.
"Two can play at this game you bloody zeros," he shouts.
Ronin opens fire with his Ingram as soon as the vehicle comes into view.
Ronin checked his guns one last time as he waited for the ambush to go down. "Explosive in the Predator, AP in the Ingram," he told himself. "Controlled bursts, save the red tabs in case the ork needs a little 'encouragment' on his way to the River Styx."
Looking over the ambush site Ronin says, "I think the best place for Grace would be on the roof right above the ambush site. Chance, Sam, and I will set up in the alley and I think Spider should set up in the dead end street across from us. I also recomend that we all wear masks or face paint or something, so it's harder to make out who we are. This is all going to have to go down as quicly and quietly as possible if we are going to pull it off successfully."
In SR4 you don't reroll the sixs, all target numbers are 5.
"I'd say that's a strong possibility," Ronin says. "We should leave someone back to moniter things so we won't get caught napping if another team shows up. Spider, that can be your job, since you seem to have the voodoo when it comes to machines."
"My guess is that if they're trying to avoid undue attention they not going to show up in anything to heavy," Ronin explains. "Maybe an armored Nightsky or something like that, but I am willing to bet money that their not going to show up with APCs and panzers. I'm willing to foot the bill for some heavy ordinance, just in case. Let me know what you want and I'll see if I can scrounge it up."
Ronin rubs his chin. "The best way to grab this guy is to take out the Evo team before they get to the docks and then pose as them when the courier shows up," He says. Looking at Neon Spider he adds, "is there any way you can dig up the route that they're taking to get to the docks?"
"Yeah, I'll grab the bag man.Just make sure I don't end up with any holes in my body that aren't already there," Ronin says.
"The name's Ronin, and like the lady there I specialize in making sure people stop drawing breath and wasting oxygen. Sometimes I do it by putting big holes in them." Popping his cybernetic blades, he adds "and sometimes I do it up close and personal."
"Simple," Ronin says, "whoever this guy works for is the people gunning for the courier. Why else would we be getting payed to jack him from someone else's security detail and hold him ourselves. Obviously the guy has something our patron wants, or else it's personal, otherwise we would just geek him ourselves. A better question would be who else is involved besides us? The other questiopn is, do we have leave to elemanate the Evo security team?"
My first post is up.Saw it (cool) and my apologies if the LDS mention offended. I tend to use some of the less tolerant religions and organizations as plot points. Not that I'm saying that the LDS is intolerant just secretive and therefore a tempting target. Not a problem. I wasn't offended, just saw a good chance to create a bit of a unique character. Ronin feels much the same way about loggers and industrialists that pollute the natural world. You have to admit that an LDS elf does not fit into the stereotype. Neither does a religious runner. Edit: Ronin's stats are up on his page.
Ronin ignored the rain as he stepped out of the club. He could feel the electricity in the air. Something was about to happen, something important. Climbing on his bike and slipping on his helmet, he headed for his home to pick up supplies. Once there he slipped his Ares Predator smartgun into his shoulder holster and slid on his duster. To most people it would just seem like a sensable precaution for the weather, but the hidden armored layer would also protect him from hail of a different sort. He picked up four magazines from inside his desk, two of regular ammo and two filled with explosive rounds that were guaranteed to stop a charging troll in heat. Slapping a clip of the regular ammo into the chamber, he headed out again. Pulling up to the Mission bar, he checked his watch. Almost time for the party to start. He hoped that his master had been right all those years ago when he said that one elf looked pretty much like another to humans. He hated the Mission, it reminded him of how fools could take something that was sacred to one person and completely corrupt it. Of course the fact that he was LDS himself did not help his opinion of the situation. He slipped in and found an isolated booth in the semi-darkness and waited for whom ever he was supposed to meet.
Any restriction on gear and the like?
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