Shadowrun: Everybody Lies - [Team Red] Back in Business

[Caesar]

"Yes, if you could," Caesar replied waving his credstick over the PAN "terminal". "I may as well ensure that the fool woman actually checked into that establishment, before I go out of my way," he continued with irritation. "Sometimes I wonder how people do any business at all." Continuing with his mixed look of bored irritation Caesar scanned the hotel lobby, "I appreciate your discretion ... and your assistance. It's rare that I find people who prove useful."

The man nodded, his expression vacant as he used the Matrix for a moment. He focused again on Caesar, "She checked in yesterday at 4:30 in the afternoon sir. The hotel has no record of a checkout."

Caesar nodded, swiping his credstick again for another 125 credits. "Well, then I supposed my business is done here. Though I will remember that you were helpful if in the future. A man with information is always useful to a businessman such as myself." He pushed away from the counter, and dropped a digital ID from his own PAN onto the concierge's, "If you hear anything further about Ms. Craig I will reward handsomely for the information." The ID was tied to one of his fake SINs, but it suited the background and would ensure the man had a way to contact Caesar if there was more information that came to the surface later on.

[Joani]

The concierge nodded happily as he saw the transferred amount, "Anytime, sir. It's been a pleasure doing business with you, sir."

Grimm picked them up and the runner's set off their commute to Bellevue arriving roughly 30 minutes later at their desired destination. The clock was closing in to 2 AM by now.

Grimm found a nice spot just across. The Mulvihill did look very expensive from the outside. There was little traffic but a fine drizzle started to settle in - perfect shadowrunning weather...

[Jeremy]

Jian nodded at the Mulvihill as they arrived in the car. "So, Caesar, same style entrance as before, while Valkyrie works the hotel Matrix? Perhaps either of you could get us access to her room?"

[SalmonMax]

Valkyrie nods as she stares at the hotel intently enough that she must be interacting with it ih AR at the very least.

"It has decent security, but give me a few minutes and I should ge able to get her information, and room access."

[Caesar]

"That would be ideal Valkerie. If you can spoof the RFID tags so that we can just walk right in we can hopefully do this as under the RADAR as possible. I'd like to avoid leaving a direct footprint to this location if possible, especially if we locate that rock the dwarf wanted. It will make maintaining plausible deniability later on a great deal easier." Caesar waited, watching the building and wondering what they would find within.

[Joani]

SCENE 4: NIGHT PROWLER

The drizzle has acquired a spray-like quality blurring vision accordingly. The Mulvihill Hotel looks very decent from outside and definitely like a place that promises more than it actually is worth.

You can see two guards outside the entrance in business suits somewhat bored at this late hour. There are no obvious scanners at first sight and you can make out a small hover-drone about 30 feet high probably on patrol. A Knight-Errant logo springs into your eyes right next to the ARO detailing the hotel’s rating and recommendations based on the Seattle Tourist’s guide.

[SalmonMax]

Valkyrie nods absently at Caesar to indicate she heard what he said, but it's clear her attention is elsewhere for the moment. However, the distraction is brief. Less than a minute passes before she reports, "I have access. She's in room 1408. I can spoof access ID on tags, but first I'll need tags to alter. The easiest method would be to check out a room. I can then access the tags through my admin account and alter their room setting."

"Alternatively, with access to appropriate equipment, I could encrypt a set of RFID tags to hotel specifications and room settings. I don't own the equipment needed to do that, however. And it would take some time to accomplish."

"The best course of action would be to rent a room. I will alter your tag's setting. Then, when we're ready to leave, I will arrange a refund of your fee. An admin account should have authority to do that, to placate customers. It will attract attention, but by that time we'll be safely away."

[Mycroft]

"Sounds good." Jian assented, glancing at Caesar. "I'm sure if questioned, you can pull the entitled, picky, executive routine. Shall we enter, sir?"

[SalmonMax]

"I'd like to come too," Valkyrie says. At the dubious looks from Caesar and Jian, she added, "I have abilities that will be useful in the likely event that she's not in her room."

Finally the hacker sweetened the deal with, "I will remain silent while you are speaking to others."

[Caesar]

Caesar nodded absently, and then reached up to the datajack at the base of his neck and unplugged it from the commlink in his coat. "I just booked a room," he said, "Mr. James Sullivan and 'companion'." He quirked an eyebrow at the other two men, "No offense, but I don't swing on the Elfen side of the fence, if you catch my meaning. Valkyrie, you're with me." He pushed the door to the car open and got out, the springs recovered from his bulk, which was hardly inconsiderable.

Sticking his head into the car Caesar added, "Why don't you see if those guards have any information of note. Valkyrie and I should be back ... soon." He closed the door and waited for Valkyrie to exit the car and go with him.

[Mr. Grimm]

Grimm looked blandly at Caesar as he walked away and then turned his attention back to Jian. "You know that's not really my thing right?" He said simply. "I suppose I could beat some information out of them but that could create other problems."

He sighed as his hands flexed on the wheels. "Any suggestions?"

[SalmonMax]

"Commiserate," Valkyrie said as she opened the door to get out. "They are guards, you share some of their duties. People seem to enjoy discussing the things about their jobs they dislike. They may share useful information in the process."

She closed the door and joined Caesar's side.

"I will follow your lead, but it's probably best if you do not call on me to add to your story," the hacker suggests. "Romantic interest is something I'm...not confident of my ability to feign."

As if to illustrate, Valkyrie takes hold of Caesar's arm with the type of grip normally reserved for prisoners who might try to escape rather than a night's tryst.

[Mycroft]

Jian grinned in turn. "You keep eyes out Grimm. I can handle the talking. Oh, and Valkyrie? Loosen the grip. And stroke the arm lightly at times. You'll seem more besotted that way." He went out the opposite side of the car and went down into the alleyway and around. When he was seen the on other side of the other side of a nearby building, walking distractedly erratically.

He wound up near Caesar and Valkyrie, but shooting a fake envious look at the ogre and his 'companion.' When a guard came to talk to him, Jian gave a bemoaning tale about love and red-haired girl named Craig.

When one of the guards mentioned such a girl around, he perked up trying to get in a frantic lover's manner- information on her with offers of renumeration. The guard number one snorted and told him to go take his sappiness to a bar, spoken with disdain. Jian lurched off in another direction and finally reappeared in the car.

"No laughing. Or else."

[Joani]

Caesar and Valkyrie strolled into the Mulvihill hotel just earning a few examining looks from the two guards.

Inside the Mulvihill promised almost as much as it did from the outside. The mainhall was exquisitely furnished and bristling with the latest chíc in AR enhanced options. The receptionist looked up from his desk and glanced at a screen next to him. Then he put a keychain with a RFID tag on it in the shape of an old fashioned credit card.

"Welcome to the Mulvihill Mr. Sullivan. I don't see any luggage - just you and your - escort?", the concierge inquired.

[SalmonMax]

True to her word, Valkyrie remained silent. She looked from the concierge at Caesar, clearly expecting him to carry this end of the operation. She didn't so much as glance at the keycard.

[Caesar]

Caesar glanced at Valkyrie, and shook his head; she looked as much like an escort as he looked like a troll porn star. The concierge was a little man, probably human, but he could have been a rather tall and skinny dwarf, it was truly difficult to tell. "Yes, yes," he said in a bored voice, "No luggage. If I had luggage surely i would be carrying some, or perhaps hoping that some slack jawed simpleton with a bellhop's jacket would do so for me." He waved dismissively, "The airline misplaced all of it. Wretched fools. They couldn't find their asses with an RFID tag and a GPS satellite." Caesar hoped he came across exactly as the kind of self important but not nearly wealth enough businessman who would frequent this kind of hotel. He waited for the room code to show on his AR and then nodded, "Come along dear, let's see what our room looks like." He guided Valkyrie away and toward the elevators, muttering complaints about travel, lodging, and business meetings.

[SalmonMax]

While Valkyrie might have qualified for escort status on her looks, her attitude was, as Caesar surmised, a couple of light-years off the mark. No fawning, no giggles or attempts to placate or ingratiate in hopes of a better fee. Her only acknowledgement that Caesar existed was her grip on his arm.

Inside the elevator she glanced at the RFID tag, and Caesar saw its AR display waver, and change to a new room number. Despite having the standard wireless interface present, the hotel also had an old-style set of buttons to push as well. Caesar leaned forward slightly and thumbed '14.'

"Of the hotels in the city with fifteen or more floors, over seventy-nine percent have omitted the designation 'thirteen' from the floors," Valkyrie commented as she gazed inscrutably at the buttons. "Mostly older buildings that have been restored or kept in service. A strange coincidence, considering many of them are owned by different companies."

[Joani]

The elevator stopped in the 14^th floor with a loud “bing” sound revealing a tastefully decorated corridor.

Room 1408 was down left and everything appeared normal at first glance. Caesar nodded at Valkyrie who positioned herself on the other side of the door prepared to draw her gun should the situation require it. Caesar braced himself before passing the key over the reader making the door open with a characteristically click.

The room was a mess. It looked like someone trashed it searching the place, but after some closer examination you realize that Fiona must’ve been a slob. Papers are everywhere, a suitcase lies on the bed unpacked, and a pile of dusty, dirty clothes are balled up in one corner of the room.

There’s also a tray of half-eaten food lying on the dresser, obviously left there the day before.

You search the room and uncover a leather bound diary filled with notes and sketches. One entry has a sketch of a rock with the name “Morel Stone” under it, with some notes in the margin.

In the margin is tomorrow’s date with the note “Jack Turner, Seattle, 20:00”. The rest of the papers are useless.

Handout “Sketch of the “Morel Stone”

Perception Rolls

Caesar

[jameson] 10:09 pm: Int 4 + Perception 3 = 7 dice

jameson *rolls* 7d6: 6+3+4+2+5+6+4: 30

[jameson] 10:09 pm: 3 hits

Valkyrie

SalmonMax *rolls* 10d6: 6+1+1+3+6+1+4+1+6+6: 35

[Abyss Phantasia] 10:14 pm: Their no fucking point to having the SOLAR Exalted

[salmonMax] 10:14 pm: 4 successes

[SalmonMax]

Valkyrie moves through the apartment, her eyes roving restlessly across the piles of clothes and trash, until she finds the journal and opens it. She leaves it open to the page with the diagram so Caesar can see it as well, but then moves a few steps away to look around again. A moment later she produces a small device from her pocket and waves it around. It whines, and a few lights on the surface blink on and off, and change from yellow to green, and back again.

A moment later Valkyrie puts it away.

"The room's clean." She looks around. "Of listening devices and tags at least."

[Caesar]

Caesar grunted and picked up the notebook. "Gibberish to me, but I think I have a guy..." He tucked the book into his coat and looked around. "What about cameras? Out in the hall maybe? Any chance we can see if she had any visitors?" The room was a sty, but it also was unmolested, "I don't think we're going to find much more here, but tomorrow at eight maybe this Jack Turner fellow can shed some light."

He poked around at the luggage, "Any sign of her commlink?"

[SalmonMax]

"No cameras in the room. There's a security camera in the corridor just outside the elevator. Another one at the far end of the hall, near the emergency exit. I don't have access to security footage though, it's on a different network. I can attempt access, but it would be better to do so when we're not actually on the premises."

Valkyrie spoke automatically, her attention clearly focused on other things as she watched Caesar pocket the journal, then looked around the room again and, of all things, sniffed the air, like a dog.

"No active commlink here. We should go."

[Caesar]

Caesar nodded, "That sounds fine." He walked slowly back to the door, scanning the room, and then took the book out of his coat and looked at the drawing again. "Wait." He moved to the bed and knelt, peering underneath, "We should check for the stone, maybe a wall safe, or a secure piece of luggage. Just to be certain. If we have to come back we're that much more likely to attract attention."

Searchin fer a rock in a hotel room

[jameson] 9:44 am: Int 4 + Perception 3 = 7 dice

jameson *rolls* 7d6: 3+2+3+5+6+2+1: 22

[jameson] 9:44 am: 2 hits?

[Centimane] 9:45 am: Bolt is the youngest and most rambunctious of the Next-Gen, and is (as Jer said) Captain Thunder's kid.

[Carver-working] 9:45 am: Looks like it to me.

[jameson] 9:45 am: bah ... 2 hits

[SalmonMax]

Valkyrie paused, then nodded, and produced the same small handheld device she'd scanned with before. She fiddled with a couple of manual controls, then slowly pivoted, directing it in a circle around the room.

"It is most likely, if it is here, that it's in a safe deposit box in the hotel office," she remarks as she scans. "I didn't see mention of a safety deposit box rental in her expense account here though."

When her scan was complete she reported, "Wall density is uniform. No concealed safes or hollows. If it's in the room, it's probably buried under her refuse."

She put the device away again.

[Joani]

The drizzle outside matured into a full-out standard Seattle rain making the two guards draw a bit closer under the marquise right at the entrance of the Mulvihill Hotel. Aside from that nothing of importance was going on.

Valkyrie double checked the entry of Fiona Craig and verified what she read on her first scan - She didn't book any special lockers/deposits and the cameras don't show any violent kidnapping. Fiona checked in and left her room around the time she was supposed to meet her first contact.

Etiquette Roll Caesar

[Joani] 1:00 am: rolling for Caesar

[Joani] 1:01 am: Int+Etiquette

Joani *rolls* 8d6: 6+5+3+4+2+4+2+6: 32

[Joani] 1:01 am: 3 hits

[Jeremy] 1:01 am: 3 hits

Jack Turner - that name rang a bell in Caesar's head. He'd have to make a few calls to verify it, but he was fairly sure that he knew him - not personally but if his memory didn't fail him Jack was fairly well known in the Underground community - one of the shadier character's on the criminal side of the law.

[Caesar]

"No girl, no rock." Caesar frowned, this rock was apparently important enough for her to take with her, or stash elsewhere. "I might be able to get us some information about this Turner character. Lemme make some calls." He drew out the lead from his datajack and plugged it into the comm-link in his pocket, and zoned out.

The signal to Sifter chirped three times before the ork answered. "Caesar! Good to see you, how's the job going?"

"Slow. I need some information, if you have it, standard rates apply. Guy named Jack Turner was supposed to meet with my target. I want to know who he is and what he does, and where he is, if that's possible."

"Jack Turner? Yeh, I'll see what I can do. Ring you back shortly."

Caesar jacked out, "My guy is on it." He looked at Valkyrie and the others, "We should maybe have a mage look at this notebook, maybe they can tell us something useful. You lot know anybody?"

[SalmonMax]

"Not personally," Valkyrie demurred. "Though I know some fairly well connected people. They may be able to find someone suitable for our needs. What specifically do we need a mage to do?"

[Mr. Grimm]

Grimm regarded the chatty Ogre coolly. "I am not acquainted with anyone in the magical world, unfortunately," He said. I can, however ask the people i know about this Jack Turner person. If he's ever bought a black market weapon then chances are he's dealt with someone I know."

Grimm activated his commlink and took a few steps away from the group as he waited for Antoine to pick up the line.

"Good evening Grimm," The half French half Spanish human said in a melodious Spanish accent. "I trust the job I sent you is working out well?"

"It goes, Mr. Belcadiz," Grimm was always careful to be polite and formal when dealing with the weapons dealer. Antoine Belcadiz was a powerful man in the gun running business and while he looked kindly on the young Elf, he was not a man to irritate. "I was hoping I could trouble you for some information. I realize you are a busy man but I'm looking for information on a man named Jack Turner and was wondering if you had any dealings with the man or know someone who has."

"Hmmm, any information I have or can gather will not come free, my pointy eared friend."

"I realize that sir. Also, do you know any experts on the arcane who might be able to help me understand some magical theory?"

"Very well, I will see what I can find out and get back to you shortly. As for the magical expert, I'll see if I can dig you up a name." Antoine click off the line and Grimm stepped back to his team. I should hear something about this Jack guy soon and my contact may be able to give us the name of someone who can help us with the magical stuff.

Grimm is using his contact to find out about Jack Turner and to see if Antoine can refer him to someone who knows about magic

[Mycroft]

Jian looked at the Ogre and shrugged. "I'm an adept, but I don't have any mage names for you. Again, my contacts could dig up Turner and mages, but that might be superfluous. Mind giving me the notebook?"

When handed the notebook, he paged through it and made a noise in his throat. "Ok, so Turner she was planning to meet, ok." He tapped on the image of the rock. "The Morel Stone, huh? If Johnson N's target object is this... and it has a name - and it's important enough that its clearly stolen or hidden... I'll and Valkyrie- if she wants- search the name. We might pick up a lead or at least some clue."

"Yes," Valkyrie agreed, "we should coordinate our efforts." Jian nodded in agreement and the two set up a AR chat to work together as they searched.

[SalmonMax]

Working with Valkyrie in the Matrix was a dizzying thing. No sooner than their interface was set up than she was sending him addresses to follow, documents to scan. Her terse instructions were to discard anything not relevant to their search. From that point it was just reading and following links, with new ones landing in his inbox every few seconds in a regular, metronomic cadence.

After a few minutes she collected everything he hadn't deleted and there was a pause. Then more work started appearing again. While Valkyrie didn't include him on whatever analysis she was doing, a few trends showed up that caught Jian's eyes. But after a double fistful of minutes, Valkyrie was apparently satisfied with their diligence. The chat interface winked out.

"There are several documents referring to an obsidian artifact being unearthed that matches the approximate description of the Morel Stone as depicted in Fiona's journal," Valkyrie says. "Unfortunately, the accounts conflict. Some claim it was discovered in Greece, some in Africa. Given Fiona's associations, I suspect Greece is the correct attribution. There is another possibility though."

Now Valkyrie glanced momentarily at Jian, as if inviting him to step in, or perhaps just seeing if he'd figured it out too.

"There may be more than one. The descriptions of its appearance are sufficiently vague that there may have been two different obsidian artifacts dug up. Both are called the Morel Stone, but since archaeological names are often informally granted and tracked, it's not impossible that both could have been called that."

"As for Jack Turner, there is very little information available. It's virtually certain that he's had his Matrix footprint professionally scrubbed. He has some ties to the Ork Underground though, and there was a mention of a place called Pirate Cove; an underground smuggling port in Seattle. If the urban myths are to be believed."

[Caesar]

"I've called a freind, a fixer, and he'll be getting back to me about this Turner fellow in an hour or so. Until then we should probably do what we can to track down as much other information as we can. Any chance we can get some photos of these Morel stones?" Caesar seemed unfazed by the new turn of events. "I don't have any direct contacts in the Underground, but if we can find a contact I could put my Or'zet to good use." He offered a wink a smile that reminded them all that this was in no way the typical Ork, Ogre metavarient or otherwise.

[Mycroft]

Jian nodded, supposing Caesar and time and the fixers could help track this Turner down. In truth, the whole searching with Valkyrie had been like following a racecar on foot. But he did have some answers and things he found and could provide. "We do have a few pictures. One sec."

Jian pulled them and then broadcasted via AR the five or so pictures they'd found of the 'two' Morel Stones. They all held a vague similarity to the drawing in Fiona's journal.

[SalmonMax]

"McAllister has connections to the Ork Underground," Valkyrie points out. "He might be able to introduce us to someone, if we have trouble."

[Joani]

It has gotten late and the clock was pass 3AM now – The information you and your contacts gathered added up nicely.

Information Gathering and Contacts

Caesar had 1 hit, Grimm had 2 hits via Contacts on Jack Turner.

Data Search about the Morel Stone by Valkyrie and Jian already covered in Valk’s post

Jack Turner, though extremely elusive in Matrix concerns was well known amongst Fixers. He operated from the Pirate Cove which was deeply located within the Ork Underground – a city under Seattle bursting with rumors of all kinds. Jack deals with Guns and BTLs mostly but smuggling is also part of his resumé.

SCENE 5: RUFF STUFF

The Ork Underground. The very name conjures up a dozen different images. Intricate Dwarven architecture, damp musty caves, an army of metahumans, dark caves filled with devil rats and ghouls. The list goes on and on. There are a lot of conflicting stories about what it’s like in the Ork Underground, and both all and none of these stories are true. A vast network of tunnels honeycombs the ground underneath Seattle, and each section of the Underground is different. Some are little more than dirt and stone caves while in other sections if it weren’t for the ceiling 2-3 stories above your head you would think you were on any normal city street.

Making your way into the Underground is easy. There are two easily accessible public entrances, one in the basement of Lordstrung’s department store, the other under the Big Rhino, a restaurant that serves “authentic” ork cuisine. There are supposedly numerous hidden entrances all over the city, but only residents of the Underground know their location. Lordstrung’s is the largest and most easily accessible of the two main public entrances, and is the only one open 24/7.

[SalmonMax]

Valkyrie finished reviewing what she could learn of the Underground, and looked to Caesar.

"Which entrance to the Underground do you suggest? Also, if you have any recommendations for how to avoid trouble with the residents, I'd find them useful. I have not had much...constructive dealings with orks, yourself an exception."

[Caesar]

Caesar grunted, "The only entrance I know, is the public one in Lordstrung’s. Until recently my business dealings have not brought me to deal with underside much." He waved a hand down the road, "I need my bike, I should go and change into something a little more appropriate and grab Skullcrusher. The society down there, I may not be an expert, but Orks and Trolls respect strength, and they don't much like Elves and Humans. Follow my lead, do what I say, keep your mouth shut, and try not to get killed. Beyond that I think we'll be fine."

Forty minutes later Caesar was dressed in worn jeans, an old ork metal tee, and a long armored coat. A positively huge flanged mace hung from his hand, in a way that said casual, but clearly conveyed its weight and lethality. He grinned at their looks as he approached them, waiting by the entrance. "Nothing says don't fuck with my like an ogre with a medieval weapon," he said, hauling the mace up and resting it on his shoulder.

Gone was the dapper clothing, and the urban attitude. Caesar's fire colored hair, in shades of orange and yellow and red, was styled up even more aggressively, looking so much like a bonfire in miniature atop his skull. His stance was lower, wider, a little more slouched, but if anything he looked larger, maybe it was the clothing, maybe it was the palpable menace that seemed to roll off him now. That sense of danger had been mitigated heavily by his charm before, but now it seemed in front and center. His rougish grin said "just try it" while the weapon added, "just make sure you know what you're at."

"You lot ready?" he asked, looking at the entrance. "Alright, good, let's mosey." The ogre led them down to the Underground, acting as though he didn't see the looks the mace gained him, or his group. Down below he immediately headed off the tourist thoroughfare, and started looking for a bar. Bartenders always had information, and with a few credits and a little talk he could get the information they needed, which in this case was simple directions.

The further from the entrance they got the more the architecture became rough shod and worn. In places there were still signs of the fires that had gutted the area years before. Empty burned out buildings, and blackened concrete and stone. Still the place was amazing in its own way, and it was something that made Caesar feel a little proud. Despite everything that people thought about orks and trolls this place was its own community, and it was uniquely theirs. He vowed to himself to make a point of expanding business down into the underground where possible.

[SalmonMax]

"It's interesting to see how people sort themselves into ethnic localities," Valkyrie noted as they walked. She was looking around, taking unusual interest in the environment...or at least displaying unusual interest. "There don't seem to be any real 'rules' followed. Sometimes the distinctions are cultural. Sometimes they are physical. Any noticible difference can trigger the formation of a self-identifying ethnicity. And yet, while that would seem to be a recipe for chaos, people are able to belong to a hierarchy of ethnicities rather than just one, allowing them to unite across social barriers...if conditions are right."

She paused and mused, "I wonder what conditions would be right for the Underground to unite with the city above. Or are those divisions too deep to bridge?"

[Mycroft]

Jian followed Caesar's instructions, including the basic 'thou shalt shut up', yet inside he had thoughts about what he saw. The past of his service to the Red Dragon Triad had been interesting on this point. Officially and generally, women and metatypes- including orks and trolls- had been welcome and respected in the Triad, as in many others.

And yet - his own personal achievement as a Red Pole rank - placed him in a position rare for anyone not Chinese, male or human. The Incense Master, old wizened Yu Bai, had commented to him that... in congratulations... but it rankled.

Just like a troll applying as a corporate management trainee. Good enough to serve, but not enough to advance and call the shots. Discrimination was insidiously still present - and more overtly as well. The Night of Rage had been the foundation for the Ork Underground in the first place... and if you looked at the current administration...

"The city government would have to send them Brackhaven's head on a plate." Jian finally told Valkyrie in a low voice. The Governor was basically a Humanis representative - anyone with brains could tell that. But given the anger and resentment - even that might not be enough.

[SalmonMax]

Valkyrie digested that, her face as inscrutable as ever.

"Orks and trolls have endured marginalization since the first Goblinzations," she observes. "It is strange to consider that divisions so ruthlessly enforced, and so old, could be mended with such a minor, meaningless act as the killing of one man."

[Caesar]

"Hush, all of you. I said keep your mouths shut and I meant it. People down here can be touchy, more so with regards to outsiders, further so with humans and elves, and let's just say that if they hear you and take your conversation as a condemnation against their intelligence that you're likely to eat the business end of a street weapon." Caesar cast a glance back at Valkyrie, "We're off the tourist thoroughfare, and that means you need to be unobtrusive."

After a little while of walking in silence Caesar added, "The surface would never acknowledge this place fully. They're too scared to."

[Joani]

Caesar’s plan to go to the next bar was thwarted by a crowd building near the Tourist’s Highway gate. Before you realize what is going on you find yourselves in the middle of a full blown Gangwar.

On one side, mostly dressed in brown and grey and exclusively made of Orcs the Skraacha fight against the Reality Hackers on the other side – a chromed up Gang of Orcs and Trolls in Gold and Silver. Your AR Filters show Graffiti’s proclaiming “Reality Hackers rule!”, “Reality is a lie.” Or “For a good time, call Gutter’s mom.”. Most AR signs of the resident shops have been vandalized and replaced with cheap porn.

The Gangers are armed with Nailbats and Cyberspurs but you can also make out a variety of guns…

Combat

Make your post and roll your initiatives please. Regardless of how many IP you have, please declare all your actions at once. I will resolve combat once everyone has posted (not required in order of initiative) in Order of Initiative. If you have more than one IP and one of your actions doesn’t make any sense I’ll default to the next logical action or confer with you in chat, should the opportunity arise. Bon Chance.

[Joani] 10:22 pm: I have to make 3 rolls for SR - all Initiatives:

Joani *rolls* 6d6: 6+4+1+5+2+2: 20

[Joani] 10:22 pm: 1 hit

Joani *rolls* 8d6: 6+1+6+6+6+6+3+6: 40

[Joani] 10:22 pm: 6 hits, wow

Joani *rolls* 11d6: 6+1+6+5+5+6+2+1+6+4+6: 48

[Joani] 10:22 pm: 7 hits –

Skraacha Gangers – Init 7

Reality Hackers – Init 14

Lieutenants – Init 18