Wongo 2 swings at Bow Hudu 1 again, but as she moves to strike her foot slips off the vinyl seat she was standing on. She misses and falls forward right into the path of BH1’s bow as she lashes out in response. The solid short bow slams into the side of the Wongo’s helmet, but the heavy material takes the brunt of the strike.
WW2: 80+02 (crit fumble, loses balance)=82, BH1: 75+75+25 (opponent off balance)=175, 82-175=-93, 13 damage, Heavy Helmet: soak 20-13=7
Trollick sends a burst of sound to rattle Arlem Soulkilla while moving in to strike with his fists. The sonic burst rattles AS as he reels from Syd’s strike, but the physical blow grazes off his shoulder.
Syd twists and slashes from the other side of Arlem Soulkilla. With the Wongos armor in shreds, the sabre cuts a deep groove in the elf’s side. He screeches and sways, barely standing.
Syd: 80+69+25=174, 80+49=129, 174-129=45, 9 damage, 1 soak -9= 8 damage, Body 10-8=2, 61 speed of action-40 damage penalty=21, move down the list to after Syd
Hawkeye blasts at Chansky again, but the hyped up hitman spins as he dodges. Hawkeye’s errant bullet does not hit a customer.
Hawkeye: 74+55=129, Chansky: 80+97(+99)=276, miss
Wongo 5 strikes at Trollick with his gladius, but his thrust is wide, under Trollick’s armpit. Wongo 5 runs into the back of Trollick, who moves with the force to roll out of the way, leaving Arlem Soulkilla in the path of the diamond edged gladius. WW5 stabs his sword halfway up the blade into AS’s stomach, and Arlem Soulkilla collapses with a pathetic whimper, flopping back off the table.
Gibraltar screams her battle cry and runs at WW2 engaged with BH1. She spins as hidden blades in her braids extend in a slash attack. Her grandiose attack fails as WW2 rolls out of the way and Gibraltar only slashes open her own booth cushion.
Gibraltar: 85+60-10+25=160, WW2: 80+00(+18)=198, 135-198=-38, miss
Chansky changes his target and shoots back at the guy trying to blast him but misses Hawkeye. Chansky’s errant bullet strikes the leg of one customer recording the battle behind Hawkeye.
BH1 swings again at Wongo 2 with her bow but the elusive Wongo dodges.
BH1: 80+32+25=137, WW2: 80+83=163, fail
Wongo 6 runs at Hawkeye from his right side, trying to slice at his legs. The gladius slaps flat edged into Hawkeye’s shin guard, doing no damage.
WW6: 80+73=153, Hawkeye: 76+75=151, ineffective hit
Pretty Bilak screams in rage as he swings at Trollick, but hits only air with his weapon.
PB: 80+26+25=131, Trollick: 80+80=160
Wongo 4 runs in from Hawkeye’s right side to assist Wongo 6, but as he approaches, he trips over a spilled glass. He runs chest first into the table edge, cocking his head to the side and exposing his vulnerable, unarmored neck. With one quick swipe from the bayonet on his pistol, Hawkeye opens up his throat, and Wongo 4 drops to the ground.
Now standing alone against Trollick and Syd, Wongo 5 slashes at the giant, determined to continue fighting. He hits only air.
WW5: 80+42=122, Trollick: 80+67+25=172, miss
Gibraltar swings at Wongo 2 with her battle staff. The giant woman brings a crushing blow down on top of Wongo 2’s helmet and there is a sickening crunch as the helmet is smashed down into her shoulders. Wongo 2 flops back, finished.
Chansky starts sliding back towards the door, but cannot resist another shot at Gibraltar. Sword Hudu attempts to put his body between the gang leader and the shot, but only lurches and falls to the ground, the pain and blood loss too much at last. Chansky misses Gibraltar anyway.
Ch: 80+53=133, SH: 80+70-45=105, G: 85+57=142, miss
Free from melee, Bow Hudu 1 draws an arrow and fires at Chansky. The arrow flies past him.
BH1: 75+34=109, Ch: 80+82=162, miss
End of Round 2
Wild Wongo status: Wongo 5 engaged with Trollick, Wongo 6 engaged with Hawkeye, Chansky will run with his first action
Trollick snorts and laughs to himself at the demise of Soulkilla at the hands of his own man. The expression on his face, blanks, and he levels a dead pan stare at he Wongo he is facing. Unseen and perhaps unknown to his foe, while Trollick physically engaging him with his fists, he is simultaneously manipulating mystical way lines to siphon away his enemy's life.
Hawkeye twists his body, in order to initiate a step-side kick to Wongo 6, so as to keep him at bay. At the same time, he takes a shot at Chansky, aiming for the thug's left leg, intending to bring him down alive.
78,40,45,73,38,56. What is the deal with these mediocre rolls? LOL.
Unintimidated by the Wongos bloodlust, Trollick attacks with martial arts and magic. He feints to draw off the diamond edged gladius, and jabs a fist into the collar bone of WW5, using his will to burn away the life force of his opponent.
Trollick: 85+81=166, Wongo 5: 80+53=133, 3 Body damage-bypass armor, 1 fist damage, Body: 10-3=7, Soak: 10 soak -1=9 soak, Speed of Action loss - 15: 116-15=101, move down the line to after Trollick
Syd leaps onto a table to take a direct route at Chansky. While not as graceful as he had planned, he is able to lurch over the tables and charge across the open area to reach Chansky. He tries to block the sabre strike with his pistol, but Syd slides the blade under his block and pierces through his leather armor.
Syd: 82+43=125, success, Syd: 80+84=164, Ch: 80+11=91, 164-91=73, 16 damage, 10 soak -16=6 Body damage, 10 Body -6=4 Body, Speed of Action loss: -20, 86-20=66, no change
Bow Hudu, uncaring as to whether Syd is struck accidentally or not, fires her bow at Chansky again. Her aim is off considerably, and the arrow strikes Syd in the back. The arrow glances off his armor, thankfully.
Hawkeye attempts to kick Wongo 6 back out of melee, turn and shoot at Chansky. Wongo 6 grabs Hawkeye’s foot and attempts to bring his sword down across his shin. Hawkeye twists out of his grip, but loses his chance to blast Chansky.
Hawkeye: 73+45=118, WW6: 80+74=154, fail
Gibraltar points at Sword Hudu bleeding on the floor and angrily screams at Bow Hudu, “Get him to a healer!” She leaps the bodies at her feet and charges right at Chansky to help bring the bastich down. Still reeling from Syd’s attack, Chansky can’t avoid her battle staff and Gibraltar delivers a crushing blow to his ribs. The pistol falls from his hand, and he drops limp to the floor.
G: 85+50+15=150, Ch: 80+19-20=79, 150-79=71, 17 damage, 4 Body -17=13 Mind damage, 10 Mind-13=3 Essence damage, 10 Essence-3=7
Trollick strikes again, but this time Wongo 5 twists his body and knocks his hand away.
Trollick: 85+20=105, WW5: 80+47-15=112, fail
Wongo 5 looks over to where Chansky is dying and attempts to break from melee to run from combat. He swings his gladius in a wide slash, but Trollick catches his arm, and slaps a huge hand onto his chest, using his previous technique to burn his life force away. The diamond edged gladius slips from his hand and Wongo 5 goes limp.
Syd sees that Wongo 6 is the only opponent still active. He circles around the tables to block off any attempt at escape.
Wongo 6 looks around at the battle end, drops his sword and surrenders.
Moments after the end of the fight, more members of the Hudu Krew start pouring into the Axelrad Lounge. They begin carrying away bodies, collect all the dropped gear, and take the prisoner into custody. Since you three are supposedly only here on business, you do not argue the point with the Hudus. The helmets are stripped off to identify the assailants, and Chansky, Arlem Soulkilla, and Pretty Bilak are indeed among the Wongos. The other attackers were known members of the rival gang.
Gibraltar gathers the Runners and says with a big smile on her face. “Now I know how the Wongos knew when to attack. Chansky had gathered what was left of the Wild Wongos, told them all he knew about us, and decided to take me out here so he could lead his own gang. If you chummers hadn’t helped me out, the Wongos would have chopped me to bits. So, because I know you didn’t do it out of any love for me, what can Gibraltar do for y’all?”
State questions for Gibraltar and state intentions
Hawkeye nods, and says, "As a matter of fact, you might be able to help us out on a gig we're on. We've been running down leads on a hit that the Hudus did before your tenure with them. It seems that they hit a couple of targets with friends in high places; those friends now want the people responsible brought back... preferably alive. Which means they probably won't remain that way for long. But hey, that's not a concern of ours, is it?
At any rate, we're looking for the people who helped Ponder Tom with a particular hit last year; victims were a married couple by the name of Barnes. Tom himself is in HPD custody, so we can't exactly talk to him. But we know that he had three guys with him on that job. We're hoping to find out from one of those three guys who funded the hit. The friends of the victims aren't really that concerned with the grunts that did the actual killing. They don't want the pawns, they're interested in the king himself, if you get my meaning. Pawns are a dime-a-dozen. They do what they're told. It's the king who gives the orders. Checkmate the king, and the game is over, ya know? Any help you could give us would be appreciated."
Hawkeye intends to do more listening than talking. He will negotiate in a polite, professional manner.
Once the adrenaline of combat fades, Trollick instinctively checks himself, surprised at the lack of injury. Hearing that Hawkeye has already launched into a grand speech, he stands idle by, watching the activity of the Hudu's and making sure nothing seems amiss. He listens for Gibraltar's reply and watches her body language when she does.
Once the conversation between Hawkeye and Gibralter has finished, Trollick engages her. "Perhaps as token of this favor that you offer, you will allow me a holding card. There may come a time when, in the course of a future job, your particular expertise of knowledge may become pertinent. The card would allow me to call on you at such a date without undue suspicion or hostility from your crew, should some of your membership or frontmen change. The payment due on such a card would still be at the discretion of your integrity, of course. It is a favor you offer not a debt I hold."
Syd keeps his back to the wall and his eyes peeled, not trusting Gibraltar or these Hudu's, half of which he doesn't even recognize. He doesn't bother to wonder at Chansky's betrayal, and it didn't bother him a bit to put the bastich down. After this bit of biz is over he hopes he never hears the words 'Hudu Krew' again.
Hawkeye: At any rate, we're looking for the people who helped Ponder Tom with a particular hit last year; victims were a married couple by the name of Barnes. Tom himself is in HPD custody, so we can't exactly talk to him. But we know that he had three guys with him on that job. We're hoping to find out from one of those three guys who funded the hit. The friends of the victims aren't really that concerned with the grunts that did the actual killing. They don't want the pawns, they're interested in the king himself, if you get my meaning. Pawns are a dime-a-dozen. They do what they're told. It's the king who gives the orders. Checkmate the king, and the game is over, ya know? Any help you could give us would be appreciated.
For this encounter all your negotiation attempts are auto-success. You literally did just save this woman’s life, and showing gratitude will help her street cred.
Gibraltar nods. “Well you won’t get anything out of Ponder Tom. He was shot trying to escape from HPD, which of course means no one paid his bail because he pissed me off for the last time. You want to know about a hit? Barnes? Give me a minute.” She sits in one of her booths, sets a VR headset over her braids and goes still. She comes back in less than a minute and Hawkeye receives a message with a file attached.
“That’s all I know about it,” she says.
The file was created by Nice Guy Larry, showing him as a slender elf with sharp cheekbones and a spiked, green faux-hawk. The video is a conversation between the former gang leader and a man in a pin-striped purple and black suit. He is wearing a long-brimmed black hat, goggles and a mask over his face.
Striped suit man: “I have more work for you. There are three mechanical engineers I need snuffed, Abraham Zuebrini, Tess Milkner, and Pauline Barnes. I’ve sent you the file with their information. They all have spouses, so do them too, home invasion type stuff. I don’t want anyone looking into this, so I’ll make the usual arrangements with HPD to put minimum effort on the case. There won’t be any heat for this. Make it messy, and take whatever you want, but I want your best killers. I need all three engineers dead before next week.”
Nice Guy Larry: “Yeah, no prob, chummer. I’ll see to it myself with my regular crew. They just like to kill and plunder. They don’t care why.”
The information includes the file which has the addresses and family information for each of the three targets.
Gibraltar holds up a finger. “The Hudu Krew has had dealings with the suit man since long before my time. Nice Guy Larry didn’t know who was behind the mask, and neither do I. I still have regular meetings with the same guy, and he wears that same outfit every time. Here’s where we can help each other out, because I want out from under this naughty word. I have another meeting with the Striped Suit Man two days from now. I’ll give you the address and time, and you can do your thing. Just make sure he doesn’t talk to anyone afterwards. You don’t want this guys friends after you.”
Perhaps as token of this favor that you offer, you will allow me a holding card.
Gibraltar replies with a smile, “Sure, I’m willing to owe you a favor. I don’t know how you stood against three gangers with diamond sharp gladii, and walked away without a scratch on you. I’m glad y’all came to see me today. Think about it and message me.”
all the player will have to do is state in a post that they are messaging Gibraltar to use their favor. Opportunities for roleplaying.
When Gibraltar turns to Syd, he calmly says, “I want a Magnum Foster, also known as the Foster Child.”
Gibraltar’s face sinks from shock. Then she nods and grins. “They told me you used to be Hudu. Musta known a few hefties to be able to make that claim. Alright, wait here.” Gibraltar walks through the back door near where her table sits and after a few tense minutes returns. In her hands she holds a full auto two-hand firearm.
The Magnum Corporation produces it, and Brendan Foster was the designer. Magnum made it for high-end security forces. The weapon was deemed too dangerous for street use and production was banned. Only a few thousand made it out of the factory, and at least half that have been confiscated by HPD (but only officially destroyed). The weapon is light and compact compared to other two handed full-auto firearms, but just as deadly.
Magnum “Foster” aka “Foster Child”
Full Auto- Two Hand
Full Auto Firearms can engage multiple targets in one attack. Incurs an extra -20 Reaction Time per extra target.
Trollick smiles and nods at Gibraltar. "Most people take one look at a giant and think, 'big and dumb.' That stereotype could not be further from the truth with me, though I am not fully versed in technology, having been raised outside the city."
He watches the woman don her VR headset and notices Hawkeye looking into a private message. When he has finished, he asks, "What's up?"
Syd shows off his prize machine gun, a long, but compact firearm with clean edges and ceramic parts. "I was with the crew that lifted this little baby. Pure coincidence. We were knocking off one shipment, and one of the guards was stealing this and hid it in the cargo that we stole. I was the first person that used it; turned it loose on the guards from that same job as we made our way out of the hit zone."
Hawkeye makes a mental note to ask Syd what he knows; apparently, this guy has been dealing with the Hudus for a long time. Hawkeye doubts that Syd would have high-level knowledge, but any odd detail about the guy might prove helpful.
Hawkeye asks Gibraltar, "If the pinstripe guy is taken out, how does that help you? If he's the go-between between the Hudus and some larger concern, won't the larger concern simply replace him with someone else? Is his skillset hard to replace? Don't get me wrong, I'm all about nailing this guy. I just want to be sure that our focus is in the right place."
When Trollick asks what's up, Hawkeye tells him that the whole group will discuss it later. He doesn't want Gibraltar to be privy to some of the details.
Subconsciously noting the 'later' comment, Thomas is more focused on the words to Gibraltar. The background on the comment is lost to him, figuring that it has something to do with the time in the VR, but understanding the nature is second nature for a runner. He holds up a gesture of hold-that-thought-for-a-second and interjects before Gibraltar can respond.
"Doubling up eh!? If you are wanting to hire us for a cleaning job, we really do not need the particulars of why he is important to scrub. Though my friend mentions a valid concern with knowing the right target, that really falls into your wheelhouse. For me, a second job means a second pay. Speaking of pay, what are you offering to clean this scrub?"
When asked, Syd knows nothing about the pin-striped suit man, or that there were ever any deals with anyone else. He says, “You might have guessed Nice Guy Larry didn’t get his name by being nice. I was under the impression that the Hudu Krew was autonomous. Nice Guy always talked about never bowing to the corporate dogs. Heh, what a chump. There’s a lie for every shadow in Helton.”
won't the larger concern simply replace him with someone else?
Gibraltar replies, “This isn’t the usual biz where I seek you out to do a job. You came to me and asked me a favor, did me a favor so I owe you one, and me paying you back is giving up the info on the scag in the suit. You want to know why the Barnes’ were snuffed? He’s the guy that would know anything about it. I’m giving you the info to get the drop on him, so this doesn’t blow back on me, and I’m tired of taking orders from this guy. It’s not all secret murder plots. Lately he’s been having me escort his hookers to him, that way there’s no record of transaction. It’s degrading. I understand biz is biz, so if you make sure this suit-man doesn't live to talk, I'll compensate the three of you for 4000 credits apiece.”
Gibraltar give you the location of a meeting place off H90 near Eagle Lake and a time when the Striped Suit Man will be there. The meeting is not until two days later. Describe your intentions for the two days.
And the "Foster Child"?
Ho-ho-ho...Xmas is early this year.
Syd wants to plan out a strategy with Trollick and Hawkeye...and Shatterframe, too; but he is eager to take his new acquisition, the Magnum "Foster" to a shooting range outside of town. And, since the range he likes best is on the east end of Helton (OOC: noticed the name change. Why?), he was thinking of riding his scoot down to Patr Island (OOC: Keeping with the name change thing --- changing Padre to Patr) and have himself a bit of sun and a swim --- maybe even some fishing.
Syd always loved the water. When they lived in NYC, his family would take trips to Cupsogue Beach in Westhampton. Swimming on the ocean side and surf fishing for saltwater bass on the bay side were his fondest memories. His father wasn't so deep into the bottle yet, and it was he who taught him how to fly and surf fish. His mother was once a pearl diver off the southern islands of Japan and taught him how to swim, and to deep dive, holding his breath for longer periods than any of the other kids who came to Cupsogue to enjoy the water.
He had a surf pole, but it was at "home", and the last thing he wanted to do was confront his mother. He'd just rent one once he got to the Gulfside beach on Patr Island.
But first: "Okay, chums. We need to talk, plan, and ready ourselves. Probably, let Shatterframe in on this, too, eh?"
Trollick takes in a deep breath and puts a brooding expression on his face, as if mulling over the response from Gibraltar. He waits two seconds. "I am sure my friends will agree with me. I say we have a deal."
He then nods at his two friends and jerks his head toward the door, wanting to discuss matters in the confines of Shatterframe's vehicle. Once in the car, "I will always have to be your visible front guy or the bait. Haha." He laughs sarcastically.
"I have no talent for the VR, that is Hawkeye's purview, and you, Syd, are the surveillance-recon guy. Of course, being that I am not really armored and carry no visible weapon, I look more a Joe Nobody, except for being the size of an ogre. Once y'all get the lay of the local, I will go in early to look like I belong... the unsuspected wingman."
Hawkeye is satisfied with Gibraltar's answer, and he does agree to it, as Trollick predicted.
Once back in the privacy of Shatterframe's van, Hawkeye lets the gang in on the details.
Hawkeye explains, "In case I haven't mentioned it before, the Barnes' were my parents. And now, it sounds like they were killed in order to facilitate corporate espionage. My guess is that they were working on a project (as were the other engineers who were killed) and making more progress than some other company. So the "other company," whomever they are, arranged to take out the competition. They work through a middle man, so that there is no direct connection between them and the killers. Gibraltar gave me a recording of a meeting that Nice Guy Larry had with the middle man. He's a masked guy in a pinstripe suit. Take a look."
Hawkeye will then play the video on the van's closed-circuit internal hologram, so that everyone can see it at the same time.
Hawkeye continues, "We need to take this guy alive, so we can get answers out of him. As a middle man, he's far less important to me than the the people or corp who gave the order in the first place. I suspect that Gibraltar knows that we won't stop with just the pinstripe man. That's why she told us not to worry about it. She knows that we intend to take out the people who are giving him his orders. My guess is that she is vying to move in after we take out the people involved, and scoop up any loose assets. We should consider beating her to the punch. When we take out the higher ups, whomever they are, we should look for ways to confiscate their assets, and turn them to our use first."
Hawkeye pauses for a moment, considering something. Then he continues.
Hawkeye adds, "Shatterframe, do you know anything about this pinstriped man? Or about who he works for? Is he your competition? Also, is there any way we can wipe his memory, or do you think we will have to eliminate him after he gives us the information we're looking for? Gibraltar said it herself, turning him loose will be dangerous. We don't need this coming back on us."
Trollick works his mouth in the manner of chewing a thought. "Despite our chosen profession, I have an aversion to enhanced interrogation. However, being tuned to waylines, I can utilize my magic so that things do not have to turn messy. I am more suited to causing physical harm to a body, but I can first try a simple mind bending."
"Of course, this fellow may be nothing more than a fixer, as detached from any specifics of a job as an email would be to the message it carried. I suggest we offer to pay him for the information, then put a bullet in him after and take by the cred stick, if he is forthcoming. Second I will try to muddle his mind to make him more pliable. Third, the option for which I have the most skill, I can slowly siphon his life so that he knows he is dying but unaware as to how."
"I do not want to do this, bloody. We find the corporate execs who offed your parents, you can drown them in a tank of water for all I care. I understand that is a terrifying way to go."
I suspect that Gibraltar knows that we won't stop with just the pinstripe man. That's why she told us not to worry about it. She knows that we intend to take out the people who are giving him his orders. My guess is that she is vying to move in after we take out the people involved, and scoop up any loose assets. We should consider beating her to the punch. When we take out the higher ups, whomever they are, we should look for ways to confiscate their assets, and turn them to our use first."
Syd doesn't like this choice, but knows it will work --- and most effectively --- though it will cost; hopefully it won't be a lot.
"Chums, I know a way we can hide those loose assets where no one but us, --- (this next 'sotto voce') --- and my mother --- (he then speaks aloud again), --- will know where to find, and USE, the Creds." Syd blushes with this next tidbit of information, "I kinda know someone who can 'launder' the Creds to where no corporate wonk, merc, dick (as in Detective), decker or mage will ever be able to trace it to us."
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