Shadowrun - Team Lambda

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I Want A New Drug

It was a Friday night like any other… synthahol, soy pretzels, and a familiar hole in the wall to hang out with some of the brothers and sisters in the gang. Soon it would be time to go out to the alley and bet on a few fights as new gangers looking to prove themselves would beat each other until one stopped moving…

However, unlike most other Friday nights the beep, chirp, hum, and ring of every Comlink at the table all come to life at once and sing a macabre little tune. Seeing that the call is coming from Shuffle the group all pick up quickly in hopes that there might be some money to be made. After exchanging pleasantries, everyone is out the door in short order and heading to the Legion warehouse.

Survival of the fittest is the name of the game in Redmond, and Legion has been doing pretty well for the last few weeks… the Rusted Stilettos on the other hand haven’t been so fortunate. Having lost a lot of members due to drug and BTL abuse combined with open warfare with the Troll Killers the Rusted Stilettos member list has been on a quick decline.

The job was simple: “Kick em while they’re down,” said Shuffle. A snitch embedded deep in the Rusted Stiletto had news of a last ditch effort to bring the gang back in to the limelight in the form of a huge BTL shipment due in VERY soon. Ideally the team was to intercept the shipment and bring it back to the Legion warehouse for evaluation and possible redistribution… based on the content of the BTLs.

It didn’t take much to figure out that if these chips were due to start hitting the streets on Monday that the shipment would have to be in VERY soon. Setting themselves up in a building near the current Rusted Stiletto HQ the team was able to perform visual, audio, astral, and matrix surveliance on their targets. Within a few hours a few bits of information came across a comlink being monitored by the team’s hacker indicating that a shipment was due in at Dock 13 at 0200. Time was short.

Staying a safe distance away from the drop location Raven was able to observe the hand off of a briefcase in exchange for a small metal box and a large wooden crate. The crate was loaded in to a black GMC bulldog by two orc gangers while the small metal box was handed over to a very well dressed human who drove away in a pristine 2072 Eclipse. A little astral inspection showed the crate to be radiating magical energy with no sign of a spirit or mage in sight.

It was strange enough for a very well dressed human to be hanging out with a gang primarily made up of orcs and trolls… but the biggest concern was the crate that was undoubtibly headed for the Stiletto’s distro center. Everything seemed to be going well until the van was able to drive straight through a checkpoint without stopping while the 2 Legionnaires on bikes had to stop for a full inspection. When they did get back on the road the bike’s sensor system went on the fritz and the van was completely lost.

After a while the group reunited and converged on where the guy with the smaller box had gone (as led there by the friendly Air Elemental.) Unfortunately the place he had gone was the Stiletto’s original HQ in glow city. After having the elemental do some quick recon it was determined that starting a fight here wasn’t the right move at this time. Notes were taken and the team headed out to the Stiletto facility in Redmond.

They were able to determine that the crate had been brought up to the warded area on the 3rd floor of the building. With indiciations that a large celebration party was in the works the party bided their time… waiting quietly in their safe position a few hundred meters away. Then when the time was right the plan sprung in to action.

Chance pulled his truck up, grabbed the hook of his winch, put it behind his back and began walking towards the stiletto watching the front door. Luckily the doorman was too high/bored/distracted to see Chance approaching, when Chance was upon him he quickly clipped his winch onto the ganger’s belt and sent a command to his truck to drive in reverse. The ganger was flung to ground and pulled helplessly down the street, kicking and screaming as Chance and Ice slipped into the nearby alley. The Judge then cast a chaotic world spell in the area of the door, as two more stilettos emerged high/distracted/confused/spellified to see what exactly was happening to their friend. In their current state they had no clue what was happening, so they stumbled down the street after their friend. That’s when Chance and Ice went to the door, guns blazing, in a small firefight against 4 more stilettos inside, as Raven repelled down from his perch on a neary building and the Judge made her way towards the door as well.

Once the four gangers were dispatched the Legionnaires moved inside and made their way to the stairwell. At the second floor landing Raven stuck a fiberscope under the door to do some recon, only for the little scope to be noticed by a mean looking stiletto with a meaner looking shotgun. As he approached the door to check it out, Raven prepared to kick the door hopefully smashing the guy in the face. A moment later Raven realized the door opened toward himself and that his plan had a fatal flaw. (I’m a little sketchy on this part) He then opened the door hoping to surprise him with a shot from his pistol instead, but the stiletto was on his toes. Meanwhile Chance raced past the shotgun toting stiletto and Raven to cover the 3rd floor door in case reinforcements came. (that’s all I remember from floor 2, I think I went afk for some of it>) (Will post more later)

The stiletto took a shot at Raven with his shotgun but luckily missed, spraying the wall and door. The Judge ducked in next to Raven and became throwing Manabolts at the stiletto as Ice moved to join Chance further up the stairs. An alarm began to blast away in the building. Ice hacked into the (commlink or something) and was able to give the “All Clear” sign to shut off the alarm, but it was only a temporary fix as she could not permanently disable it.

Raven was able to get a shot off into the stiletto, only for the gangers to have another surprise. As Chance took up a position near the 3rd floor door, a Lightning Bolt came crashing through the door and struck him! <did> Realizing they had magical opposition, the Judge threw one last Manabolt at the shot gun stiletto and hurried up the stairs. As the Judge ran, Raven finished off the stiletto.

A fire fight ensued, magic on one side and bullets on the other. Raven and the Judge joined Ice and Chance on the 3rd floor landing as things heated up. The Judge gave what counterspelling protection she could to the team as she threw Manabolts. The strange thing about the mages was that they were overcasting so severely they were causing themselves massive physical damage.

Finishing off the mage standing at the stairwell door, the group split up and when to the two doors of the room they had scouted earlier with the mana wards and guardian spirits. Again they were attacked by overcasting mages at each door. A look into the room relieved a strange sight. Several stilletos where gathered around a woman, or what appeared to be a woman, chained to a raised dias in the center of the room. She was dressed in leather, like a dominatrix outfit. The gangers were all swaying back and forth in ectasy, high on something. They appeared oblivious the presence of the outsiders.

As the group of Legion members moved into the room, the closest stilletos “woke up”, and began attacking. The woman in the center also began to use magic on the group. The Judge decided this strange woman seemed the biggest threat, so she concentrated her attacks on her. Well placed gun fire and magic teamwork came through and the team finished off the crazed woman. Once the room was cleared and they could catch their breath, the Judge was able to think back on how the stilletos using the magic looked wrong for normal mages. They didn’t feel right. The woman in the center was a caster, but the others were different.

Raven examined the raised center area, and used his sequencer to open the comparments. Drawers opened up to reveal powder in 3 different colors: red, yellow and blue. Figuring this was some new drug the Stilletos were using, the Legion members emptied their medkits for containers and collected as much as they could of hte strange powder, being careful not to mix the colors. They made a note to themselves to always carry plastic baggies from now on.

The alarm began to blast again, as it had been on and off for the last few minutes. Knowing there were 20 more floors of potential gangers above them, the team made a dash for the ground floor.

A quick fire fight ensued as they raced downstairs and through the lobby to their vehicles, Raven and the Judge on bikes as Ice jumped into Chance’s truck he’d called back from down the road.

After escaping the Stilleto building, but before returning to Shuffle, they put aside what would be about 10 doses (or so they surmissed) of each color of powder for their own research or possible financal gain, and took the rest back to headquarters.

Puzzled by the description of the fight and nonmages throwing magic, Shuffle accepted the drugs. He told the group that the well-dressed man they had left in Glow City had had a master BTL chip and had been mass-producing more in the underground area of the hidout. He had escaped, leaving only a few defective BTL chips behind. Disappointed in the loss of the master BTL chip, he paid the team the agreed amount in exchange for the drugs they had recovered. Ice took a few of the defective chips to analyse herself.

Realizing they had dropped the ball by losing the mystery man and the box with the master BTL chip took away some of the excitement of surviving their assault on the Stilletos.

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The Distraction

Another Friday out at the bar, watching Chance losing money on the fights. We’re out at our usual haunt, and Shuffle has a job for us. He introduces us to his friend Biscuit, a gentle giant of a troll if you will, who was our inside contact in the Stiletto job a while back. We’re always up to make some quick cred, so we bite. Shuffle has us meet up at his warehouse to call Lance, who might be our latest employer.

The job seems fairly straightforward: take these explosives and use them on this construction plant not too far away from Fed-Boeing. The bombs must go off at 4:30 PM on Tuesday. And while we’re at it, we’re supposed to set up cameras to record any response. The money’s not bad, and we get to keep any leftover equipment. Lance is, in fact, our new employer. We’re pretty sure he happens to be a shadowrunner.

The equipment more or less confirms that suspicion. Military grade explosives with anti-tamper blasting caps on timer and command detonation. A full set of trideo cameras plus a crate of miniaturized cameras to watch the show. After dark, we’re going to check the place out.

The objective is a pretty nondescript place. Some assembly buildings, a couple of office stacks, and a guard shack make up the main buildings in the complex. The fence around the place doesn’t look like anything special. We send in the Judge on astral overwatch before Raven goes in with Ice’s new toy, a fly sized bot set up for recon. Turns out they’re using a pair of big mojo fire elementals as their smelter, and there’s at least one magic type in the security building. One of the office buildings is magically shielded, so that’s a no go. There’s a good sized power transformer next to it, and a fueling station near the loading docks that will go up like fireworks.

It all seems pretty straightforward. So, late on Monday night Raven, the only man who knows how to use the explosives, takes out the alarm on a section of fence with Ice’s help. The Judge goes astral to keep an eye on things while Raven makes his way to the transformer building to place his first charges. He decides to plant 2 out of the 15 sticks of plastic on the roof of the building and then makes his way to the fueling station. All seems well until the Judge makes a round by the security building and sees a group emerge with 2 huge dogs that are visable both astrally and normally. The hounds spot her and start making noise.

Sure she’s been spotted, she makes haste to Raven who has just finished placing 3 more sticks on the fueling station. “We gotta go, I think I’ve been spotted.” Raven agrees and makes a bee line for the nearest fence. The Judge goes back to check on the progess of dogs and the humans from security and sees them now running towards Raven’s last location.

Using his monofilament sword to cut a hole in the fence, Raven charges toward the truck and the waiting team to make their getaway. The Judge rejoins Ice and Chance in the truck where her body is and watches in horror as the dogs, who have charged ahead of their human counterparts, attack Raven.

A fire fight breaks out as Raven tries to defend himself with his sword, having no time to draw his guns, and Chance and Ice take aim at the dogs from the truck. The Judge throws all she’s got at the dogs with magic as well. When the dust settles, the dogs are toast, finished off by some well placed shots of Chance. They see Raven immobile in the grass, conscious but very badily injuried.

Gathering him into the truck, the team takes off likes bats out of hell as the sound of human security is heard closing in. Between a med kit and some magical medicine, Raven is patched up quite well. Realizing that the Judge is glowing like a beacon on the astral plane to anyone who thinks to look after casting such strong magic, they decide to spend the rest of the night hiding out in the same shack they found in Glowcity weeks before. The area will mask the Judge’s signature, allowing them to go unnoticed until her aura returns to a more normal state.

The time in the hut allows Raven to get back most of his strength as the group tries to figure out what to do. They still have 10 sticks of the plastic. Going back into the complex is out as the job has to be done by 4:30pm that day and it’s now daylight. They have to assume the worse and figure the explosives they planted were found. Hopefully they blew up in the faces of the people who tried to remove them….

The solution they choose seems simple; if they can’t go back through the fence they’ll go over it. They pool their money (a little of their own and the advance given to them by mysterious Lance of Fantasm) to buy two flying drones. They load them up with 5 sticks of explosives on each and hide out in the woods behind the manufacturing plant.

At 4:25pm, the Judge casts a strong Chaotic World at the entrance of the security building to distract them from the drones. At 4:30pm Ice guides the first of the two drones into the security building, making a direct hit. The second drone is a little off course and hits the corner of the building.

The big surprise is when at 4:30 news comes down the wire that there are 15 explositions going off all over the industrial complex at the same time. Obviously the team was not the only distraction Lance had arranged.

Raven and the Judge head out back to base first, seperately. The Judge takes the long way back to encounter as few people as possible as she’s showing signs of overcasting. Ice and Chance stick around to record all the response and recover the master copy of the images.

They all meet up back at Shuffle’s place to make their final call to Lance to collect the last of their fee. Lance seems satisfied by their work. It seems they may have a future employer if he needs them again. The Judge goes in search of new spells to help with future infiltrations, as well as information on para creatures, to better understand those hounds they encountered.

Research into the drugs they had recovered (both private and what Shuffle had learned), tells them that the drugs on the market now to give people astral sight are called Tempo. They are so new they are not even being regulated. This is not the same thing as the powder they recovered.

The blue powder is known as Fuze. This is a combination of all three and is highly dangerous by itself. It is cut before it is used.

Mixing the blue and the red gives you Purple Haze. This has a very bad effect on magic users as it makes them want to do blood magic.

Mixing the blue and the yellow gives you Rolling Hills. This is a more mellow verison of the drug.

A usable verizon of Fuze is fuze.

We called them K5 BTLs. (not sure about this one, need someone to clarify).

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A Flying Purple People... Healer???
Adventure for 8 and 15 Nov

(Before the events at the clinic but after the last adventure…)

Chance volunteered to go back to the industrial district to recover the cameras they had received from Lance to be sold or kept or whatnot. Several minutes from the sight he was pulled over by security from MCT. They said he was on their properity (which was strange). Chance said he was off to pick up some broken machines at a casino down the road and had gotten lost. They searched his truck, but luckily it was empty (even the smuggling compartments). They released him, escorting him out of their “property” back to the highway. He continued to the casino, and checked his truck. He has been sprayed with a mist and was covered with ID tags everywhere, as was his truck.

He sent a brief message back to the group saying the cameras were a no go, and then spent several hours erasing all the tags on him and his truck before returning to the rest of the gang.

(On to the main adventure…..)

On what started off as a normal day, the Hisoka “The Judge” Ito had decided to go to lunch with her long time friend and street doc, Jet. They got together whenever they could, at least once a week. They had left Jet’s young daughter Andrea at her clinic.

Walking back to the clinic the aroma of smoke reached them as flames came into view. Realizing it was coming from the clinic, the pair charged foward, Jet drawing her gun and the Judge her knive. Sending a quick message to the other members her team, she followed the doc into the burning building.

They were greeted by a scene of smoke and carnage. Bodies were everywhere with no sign of Andrea. Through the smoke they saw a large orc. He looked to be high on something and extremely mad. A poor lab technican got too close while trying to get to an injuried person on the ground and was rewarded by having his head ripped off in one stroke!

Realizing it was either them or the orc, the pair opened fire, Jet with her gun and the Judge with manabolts. The orc didn’t seem to notice the damage he was taking and strode towards the pair. He connected with both the doc and the Judge before they could get another hit into him. One more solid hit to the Judge, combined with the damage she’d taken overcasting, knocked her out. Jet was knocked out next.

Within a few minutes Chance was the first to arrive at the clinic. As he pulled up a DocWagon vehicle was pulling away from the clinic. As Ice and Corben “Raven” McCullogh joined him, they searched the clinic. Dead bodies were everywhere including a headless one. In the back room they found the Judge, Jet and a few others all hooked up to machines that worked on repairing injuries. Everyone was unconscious and couldn’t tell them anything.

Raven went into the alley behind the clinic as Ice hacked her way into the security cameras of the shop. The clinic only had 2 cameras, one showing the outside entrance and one showing the door to the pharmacy in the back. The footage revealed two orcs breaking into the pharmacy and leaving with arm-fulls of drugs. The footage from the front showed the DocWagon arrive and a group of people enter, and then showed it leaving. Who or what was in the DocWagon when it left was unknown.

Raven thought he detected signs of motorcycles or something having been parked in the alley behind the clinic, but he wasn’t sure how many. Ice hacked into the store camera of the shop across the street from the clinic to get it’s footage of the front of the store. She monitered an alert on the waveleaves about a fire or break-in at a local med clinic and realized they were about to have a lot of company. Deciding it was best if they weren’t arrested for something they didn’t do, they left the Judge to the care of the machines as she didn’t look like she was in any condition to be moved.

Waking up sometime later to a police medic standing over her, the Judge immediately tried to sit up and regretted it. She asked where Jet and Andrea were. The medic explained that Jet was hooked up to another machine on the next table, but there was no sign of any children in the remains of the clinic. Jet was still out, so the Judge allowed herself to fall back into unconsciousness.

Meanwhile the team studied the footage of the store across the street. They could see medics carrying out two stretchers. A few hours of enhancement work by Ice allowed them to see one stretcher had a little girl on it (dead or alive they couldn’t tell), and the other stretcher had filled body bags and a head. All these were loaded into the vehicle that Chance saw pulling away from the clinic.

Chance was able to provide a partial license plate number for the wagon, but they had no idea where it was heading. It also seemed strange since they had hooked up all the survivors to machines but had taken the little girl (who didn’t have a DocWagon contract) along with some bodies and a head.

The Judge awoke again and was able to speak to Jet. Considering everything that had happened (the clinic being attacked and set on fire and being almost killed by a crazed orc high on something), the Judge thought she took the news of her daugther missing rather well (she only went slightly hysterical).

Finding a private spot to contact the group, Hisoka got the run down of what little info the team had. Leaving Jet in the hands of the medics (with the assurance someone would stay there to keep an eye on things) she rejoined the group back up in Redmond.

Moniteering the airwaves provided Ice with a news story of a DocWagon being attacked not too far from the clinic. Further into the story they realized the partial number from Chance matched the number on the wagon in question. It had been attacked, all the medics killed and everything and everyone it was carrying taken away.

Not sure what to do, the group went back to the clinic which was now void of police. They recheched the alley and found discarded boxes of drugs. A quick search online revealed these were drugs used to help people get clean from addictions to drugs or BTLs. They checked with Jet who promised to check her inventory and ask other doctors she knew if they were missing anything. She couldn’t think of anyone the clinic had seen lately that might want to come back and do damage. She hadn’t been offered “protection” for a fee from any of the towns gangs, particuarlly the Rusted Stilettos.

She identified the headless body as that of one of her lab technicans, Jerermy Jones. It was his commlink that had hacked into the security system at the clinic to mess with the footage that Ice had recovered. Jet couldn’t think of any trouble he could be in either. The team decided to visit the new widow and ask her about any problems he might have been having.

A less than informative meeting with the widow followed, through the door as she refused to let them in, and the team headed back to clinic. Frustrated, they gave Jet an update on their progress, or lack thereof, in finding her daughter.

Looking much worse than she should have after the machine had worked on her, the Judge had Jet scan herself on one the machines in the clinic. An alarm went off! Jet turned white, muttered that it couldn’t be correct and that she just needed to go home. Confused, Ice copied the readout of the scanner and did a basic search on medical terminology. She didn’t know what it meant, but the term quarantine came up. Concerned, the Judge followed Jet home and camped out on her doorstep.

Sending the data to the gang doctor Salve, he said he couldn’t be sure but it seemed to be some artificial form of a virus to cause S.U.R.G.E. (or Sudden Unexplained Rapid Genetic Expression). Hence, it wasn’t so much a disease as a virus to cause the expression of a mutation that would have expressed itself at some point naturally in the individual’s lifetime.

The Judge convinced Jet to let her inside and realized that she was in immense pain. Purple feather were starting to appear at the purple bruise on her arm that had made the Judge want a scan in the first place. Realizing the police might be looking for her friend (as the quarantine alert would have been detected), the Judge conviced Jet to come crash at her place until they had a better idea of what was happening. At least that way she would be off the grid and would have someone there to help with the pain meds.

A blood sample from Jet was sent to Salve as the Judge settled her friend in back at her apartment. A little more research by Salve and Ice (who got a medical book), said that the transformation from the SURGE would take about 48 hours, all of which would be extruciatingly painful. It seemed that meta-humans weren’t as susceptable as regular humans to catching the virus (as they already had had a major mutation). It wasn’t an absolute thing though.

To prevent possibly spreading the virus to others (knowing she had been in contact with Jet from the start), the Judge stayed put at her place with Raven keeping watch from the roof of the apartment complex.

Salve’s tests would let them know how long Jet would be contagious. He suspected that once the transformation was complete she would no longer pose a threat to anyone, but he couldn’t be sure.

The team suspected that the strange orc the Judge had described might have been infected with this virus as his body was not in the clinic after the DocWagon had left. He had been bleeding with he attacked the Judge and Jet, possibly transfering the virus to the doctor.

Later that night the police came to Jet’s house, only to be killed when the house exploded. This further added to the mystery surrounding everything.

Wondering what the hell they had gotten themselves into, the team could only watch and wait. They had hit a deadend tracking down Andrea, and the Judge was stuck at home until she knew if it was safe to rejoin her teammates. As the transformation continued, the feathers began to spread outward from the bruise on her arm, and Jet’s skin turned purple.

Out of the blue Chance received a call from a familiar face. Lance had heard that the group was in trouble. A price of 10,000 nuyen was out on the Judge’s fake SIN. It was posted by some megacorp, but they didn’t know who. Lance offered Chance an opportunity to get the heat from the megacorp off their backs and to help him and his team out in return.

He wanted the team to take out someone for him. His team would provide a distraction (choppers, droids, all sorts of things) while the Legion team would go in for the kill. It would take place at 3 p.m. on Tuesday. The team would be paid 8,000 nuyen each. He also provided Chance with the location of the DocWagon facility that had Andrea (whom Lance believed to be still alive and being held in the basement). He would contact Chance again with the details in several hours. He apparrently had some leverage that would allow him to get the megacorp to back off and leave the Legion team alone.

Realizing they might be getting in over their heads (With the resources Lance obviously had, why didn’t he do it himself….), Ice and Chance headed over to Shuffle’s place to fess up to all that had been going on. It seemed a little bit too convientent that Lance would call up and tell them all this info about Andrea as well as the job.

Shuffle revealed that he had been in the service with Lance several years prior. While Lance could be trusted to follow through with a contract he had agreed to, it seemed extremely strange he would ask another group to do the dirty work for him when his team was known for getting the job done. Shuffle didn’t particularlly trust Lance either. He said that Biscuit and a few other people would be available to help and that he’d tell Salve to step on those blood tests. He asked the team to ask him for any help they needed. A quick check showed that the entire team had prices on their heads for their Fake SIMs (5,000 for Chance, Raven and Ice, the 10,000 for the Judge, and a 20,000 nuyen price tag on the street doc’s head).

While they waited to hear back from Lance and Salve, the team tried to do some brainstorming on how to get Andrea out of the DocWagon place. They called Biscuit, who said okay in his own way, and the number of another gang member who had come back from undercover work with the Ragers. He was an orc, and as such was no longer safe undercover as the Ragers had merged with the Rusted Stilletos and were attaching orcs. His name was Rainov, and he was very large and strong and raring to go.

At the appointed time, Lance sent Chance several encripted messages with the details of the job. A little work by Ice and they had the name of the person they were taking out. He was the a vice CEO of a corp that handled all the public communications not run by individual megacorps! Someone was also to pick up a package at the train station at 7 pm the next day.

The team decided taking out a high ranking member of a communications company might not be conducive to sticking around town to save a little girl afterwards. So, plans to get Andrea out were stepped up. Lance had provided them with blueprints for the facility, but the entire complex was surrounded by a fence and mana warded (from a scoutting mission of the Judge).

Raven did some thinking and suggested the best way to get in and out with the least amount of attention would be to have a hacked ID to let them into the building. Their infiltration skills were not up to the job without one. Ice contacted her all-things-hacker guy and told him what they needed and that they needed it very soon. He said he could do it, but it would cost them 10,000 nuyen up front.

Relaying the info to the Judge, Ice asked if maybe Jet could cover it. Hisako managed to get her friend to tell her the location and combo to her clinic safe that had the 10,000 nuyen in credit sticks from patients who didn’t want to use a commlink. Hisako called Shuffle and told him they could get the money, but someone else needed to go and get it as the team should not be going out. He said he’d front them the money and they could get the cred sticks when things had cooled down a bit.

A few quick transfers of nuyen, and Ice sent the money to her contact. He told them in 2 hours he would have the beacon needed to get the hacked ID, but they would have to plant it within 40 meters (not sure on this) of the building, and if they knew their path it would help. It would have to remain in place while they made the rescue.

Using magic to make herself invisible to sneack into the truck, (and hoping that she wasn’t contangious herself) the Judge and Chance and Rainov all went down to the DocWagon facility. The Judge cast Stealth to cover any sounds and Improved Invisibility on Rainov so he could bury the beacon near the outer wall of the facility without being detected. All went well, and they returned to base to plan the rescue for the following day at 5pm, shortly before they had to pick up the package from Lance.

Ice bought herself a doctor’s lab coat to complete the con and the team headed out the next evening in Chance’s truck. He parked the truck with the back pulled up to the entrance to the service dock at the back of the facility. The plan was to slip in, go down the service elevator into the basement, get Andrea, and come back out. They walked into the service dock and realized there were 2 men working on an ambulance.

Worried the price on her fake SIN would give the team away, the Judge stayed in the truck with Chance while Ice, Raven, and Rainov all went inside. Raven’s fake SIN showed him as a sercurity consultant and Rainov’s had him as an electrician. Supposedly Ice was showing them into the building as some problems had been reported.

They got past the two guys outside only to find two more doctors working on an autopsy in the main room of the basement which served as the morge. Three storage rooms were on one wall with the corners office at the back. Ice said she was showing the other two around. The doctors seemed a little suspicious, but told them okay and not to go into the office in the corner. They quickly went into a storage room to figure out their next move.

While Rainov pretended to check the wiring, Ice used her clearance to make the lights flicker to add to their story. They knew they needed to drop the the two doctors quickly, but how? Raven’s knowledge of chemistry came through. Looking at the contents of the storage room, he figured out a mixture to make a knock-out gas. Ice emerged from the storage room yelling about shoddy storage preceedures and how dangerous it was to store A and B together…. Oops! I threw/dropped them at your feet!

As the gas erupted from the mixed chemicals, Ice caught the edge of it and quickly backed again, coughing hard. The other two played along with the “accident”. One doctor collasped from the fumes but the other one headed towards the door to the stairs. An alert was the last thing they needed. Raven quickly drew his weapon and shot the doctor to prevent the alarm from being set off.

Ice sat down to allow herself to go into Cold Sim, so she could moniter the alarms and information in the building. She locked the doors to the basement, but knew it wouldn’t be enough. She locked down the elevator as well. Raven and Rainov prepared themselves for anything and opened the door to the office, standing to either side. A spray of bullets came flying out at Raven, as the two guards in the room had been ready for an attack. A large crate with holes in it dominated the center of the room. Presumabely Andrea was in the crate, which one of the guards was using for cover, while the other was at the large desk.

A firefight broke out between the guards and Rainov and Raven. Ice sent a message to Chance and the Judge in the truck. Decided she had been sitting around long enough, the Judge threw open the door to the loading bay and jumped aside. Only one man was still present, but all the alarms going off had rattled him and he fired at the door.

Chance didn’t take kindly to someone firing at his truck, so he opened up with his AK-97. The long gunman was toast in a moment, clearing the way for the team’s retreat.

In what seemed forever, Raven and Rainov managed to drop the two guards. A stray bullet from Raven’s gun missed its target and when through the crate, injuring Andrea. Wasting no time, they rushed to open the locks on the crate, knowing a herd of guards and who knew what else was charging down the stair. Ice was standing by to set off a Complete Lock Down of the facility. It would keep the people from reaching them in the basement, but it would make it very difficult for them to escape as well.

By the time they got the crate open, Andrea was bleeding profusely and unconscious. Rainov gathered her up and rushed back to the elevator while Raven picked up Ice and followed. Ice was able to get the elevator going to get them upstairs.

Hurrying past the mess in the loading bay, the Judge cast a healing spell on Andrea and the team loaded up and rushed out of the facility. Ice hacked open the gate and then set off the Complete Lock Down at the last moment. It would prevent them from being following for at least a little while.

It was a good bet that little Andrea, who now had 4 arms and seemed to have become profoundly beautiful (angelic almost), would have some sort of tag on her or ingested. They also needed to get her more medical attention, as the Judge had only been able to stabilize her. She directed the team to a good safe house that had magical wards and good security where they would be safe. Ice covered the 500 nuyen fee for the one day they figured they needed to stay.

The Judge called Salve and convinced him to come down with a tag eraser and work on Andrea. With supreme skill and panace, Salve extracted the bullet from Andrea’s liver and patched her up with the extensive equipment the safe house had on hand. While still out cold, she didn’t seem to be in any more immediate danger from her injury.

At 7pm Chance when to the train station to get the package from the locker Lance had left for the team. It contained 4 sets of high quality body armor (Lance didn’t know about the addition of Rainov to the group). It also contained an assault cannon with rounds containing an unknown substance. Biscuit would know how to handle the assault cannon and his size would help as well.

With one major hurde covered, the team did their best to recover and rest up for they next amazing feat, surviving the mission from Lance. The Judge was relieved that they had been able to rescue Andrea.

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Road Rage
Another One of Lance's "Distractions"

Mech suits, assualt cannons, ninjas, and drakes…on the highway…shit was crazy. They’re dead, we’re not, booyah. :p

He makes it sound so easy…

So, after we got the doc’s kid out and patched up, Lance’s job came to the front. The gear was starting to come in, courtesy of two big suitcases Chance picked up out of a locker at the train station. Form fitting body armor, and – Fuck me! – an assault cannon! with some shells and some specialty ammo for a certain pair of Government 2066s. Half of it was standard armor piercing, but half of the cannon shells and rounds sloshed around a bit.

Morning of the job, Chance and Ice went in to some, I imagine rather shady, body shop for the skillwire hookup to run something Lance had rustled up. They came back to the shop to find a shiny new maglock on the door, with our new marksman stuck behind it.

Lance sure knows someone with a knack for finding things. Off the back of this particular truck had fallen two suits of exo-armor, or some shit like that. Definitely experimental, definitely top shelf goods.

One problem… We only had one truck, not exactly enough to hold a giant with an assault cannon and two troll sized suits of armor. Conveniently enough, our hacker managed to hook up a Citymaster for the job. INconveniently enough, it happened to be a mobster’s human trafficking rig. Chalk up one more group of people we’ve managaged to piss off randomly.

The rest of the job was fairly straighforward, at least as far as this sort of thing goes. We got the two trucks out in front of the convoy, and I came up from the rear. This convoy didn’t mess around. Lots of armor was rolling down the highway.

Of course, we happened to have somebody on our side up in an attack helo, so there were some surprised guards when the middle of the convoy exploded into a nasty burning cloud of oil smoke. We acted like just your average motorists for as long as we could, and then all hell broke loose.

For being a slow-witted giant, Biscuit has quite the hot hand for heavy guns. The first shot from the assault cannon shredded the engine in our target’s limo. He’d also manage to take out a couple of the other armored vehicles while getting shot up by the LMGs on the scout cars.

Eventually, enough casualties were inflicted to bring out Mr. Big himself with his ridiculously wired up bodyguard. The target slung some wicked mojo at the helo trying to wreck his day, but it managed to shrug off the worst of it. It had some help with Ice dropping the drones that were also trying to ruin its day.

Our current least favorite people were none too pleased when I chucked a grenade out of the smoke right at their feet. Oh, and thank goodness for shamans with binoculars. The Judge melted the bodyguard’s face while His Stankiness fed him some lead. Good thing, too. That son of a bitch would have torn me in half if he made it to me.

Right about then, we decided it was a good time to unleash the nastiness in the special shells on our target. After I tagged him with one, he was most definitely displease. OK, he was super-omega ripshit pissed, and hulked out in the middle of the road. By the way, drakes=bad day. The bastard took a lot of pepper, but our giant buddy put those shells with their secret sauce right where they needed to be. Turns out, our special loads were filled with pure, unadulterated mercury, and somebody was allergic to that shit.

But all was not good in the land of us. The APCs that the crew in the trucks cracked happened to have a deadly cargo of ninjas or some such nonsense. They stabbed up the stinky one, and it was only Lance’s crazy armor that kept Ice from becoming sashimi. Chance hosed down most of the ninjas with his AK and got the other rigs out of there while he indulged his manhood by going hand to hand with our new least favorite people in all of Seattle. The sheer awesomeness of his armor led to quite the stalemate with our new assassin buddy. The guy in the Banshee, recovered from Mr. Big’s mojo, ended it with a rocket to Chance’s back. The armor saved him, but the ninja wasn’t so lucky and perished in a spray of frag from the missile.

Needless to say, it was time to get the fuck out. Back at the ranch, Lance told us that the silver bleeding dragon thingy turned road pizza was a relative of… Lofwyr. Yeah, I thought the name would ring a bell. We definitely need to lay low for a while, but that should be helped with the round of shiny new SINs provided by Lance. Although, I’d rather be chilling in Laos like his ass is right now, but I wasn’t the one making an obscene amount of nuyen on this job…

And we had to give the armor back. Some back room project at MCT. But what’s the deal with that? We blew up one of their plascrete plants on the first job we did for Lance. I suppose, though, that they were happy to let him use it to get at Saeder-Krupp. I mean, nobody likes a dragon, especially one that controls a seat on the Corporate Court.

There you have it. It’s probably a good thing I haven’t met Lance in person. I’d be too tempted to punch him in the face, and that’s a bad thing to do to an employer. Anybody else have something to say?

“About, about, in reel and rout The death fires danced at night.” -Raven

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A Scrap Over a Scrapheap
or... A Junkyard War?
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