A Shadowrun RP (Game Thread)

[hiei82]

"Gawdon Bennet! where da 'ell did yew come from. OK?"

Arsenal was laying on the ground, face down, her ears ringing and her sense of direction shot to hell. She pushed up with her hands, trying to work her way up to at least a sitting location but in her still addled state, she merely rolled over. Her everything hurt - likely an effect of the sudden fall from the sky coupled with K-10 Withdrawal. "Ow" she said, not really wanting to move.

"The sky!" Blue coughed out in answer to the inquiry as he moved to escape the building. Though Arsenal really didn't want to move, she knew she had to. She pushed her hand against something hard, using it for leverage to get her to her feet. This time it worked, allowing her to stagger toward Blue and an exit from the building. "And Seattle" she called out as her own response

What, it was true enough.

 

[RandomMan01]

"Gawdon Bennet! where da 'ell did yew come from. OK?"

Billy rolled onto his back, every part of his body seemed to hurt. He had activated the bubble in time, but then Arsenal had latched onto him. The bubble had still saved their lives, but the added weight sure didn't help things along. Pushing himself up, he noticed that he was in a library, or at least the remains of it. The place also reeked of gasoline, which Billy figured was probably a bad sign. A troll was staring down at the three of them from a hole in the ceiling. He had called something down to them, but Billy was too confused to say much.

"The sky!" Blue had called up in reply. He was already pushing his way out of the building.

"And Seattle" Arsenal had added. She was already following Blue. Saying nothing, Billy pushed himself up and stumbled after them.

 

[Asclepion]

The troll lives in a book store. He waters piles of books using a watering can filled with gasoline. The whole establishment is rigged with flairs. If anyone tries to take his store, he will incinerate them and himself.

The runners made a quick exit outside. It was still dark, and fires from burning barrels illuminated torn structures and streets. The district was a ruin, the roads littered with debris. Blasted shells of buildings chronicled night after night of battle.

Making their way down the streets of Chicago, the runners came to a large intersection. Suddenly there was a loud screech, like tires on pavement. Headlights came into view, the driver redlining his vehicle's engine. There were sounds of gunshots, and a Lone Star insignia was stamped onto it's side.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Andrew started coughing on the floor as his body caught up with what just happened, his mind almost reeling at where he just fell. He looked around and pulled his gas mask on. He saw the others running outside, so a few moments after they exited he sprinted behind them.

He looked at the others who came out. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit."
Then he saw the lonestar vehicle. I wonder if they're here for us?

He looked around a little more, and found something to crouch behind that would make passable cover if they opened fire.

 

[Asclepion]

The vehicle - an armored van of some sort, though the bright lights and surrounding dark made it almost impossible to make out - went zooming down the highway. It swerved wildly, ignoring it's lane, impacting inert cars and nearly flipping itself over hard turns. Muzzle flashes and loud bands echoed from inside it.

Only then, as it came closer, could a dark shape be seen on the outside. A huge monster was latched onto the vehicle, gripping the side even as the van ran it against rubble and debris to throw it off.

It was humanoid, giant-sized and covered with a chitin exoskeleton like an insect, green or dark grey. It was built like an eight foot colossus, its shoulders impossibly broad, its body plated with armor. There were four arms, and ended in massive claws. A large crest jutted from it's forehead. The occupants blasted the Beetle Spirit from the windows as the spirit turned its fiery red eyes to look at them before roaring, an explosive howl of bloodlust and fury.

The Beetle Spirit held fast with it's multiple arms. The spirit took one clawed hand and rammed it's fingers into the metal of the door. They went through like it was sticking his hand in a loaf of bread. It did the same with the other hand, curling it's fingers and gripping the handholds it had created. Then, with the noise of shearing metal, it tore the door from it's hinges and threw it aside, reaching into the Lone Star van's cabin.

 

[Asclepion]

The vehicle - an armored van of some sort, though the bright lights and surrounding dark made it almost impossible to make out - went zooming down the highway. It swerved wildly, ignoring it's lane, impacting inert cars and nearly flipping itself over hard turns. Muzzle flashes and loud bands echoed from inside it.

Only then, as it came closer, could a dark shape be seen on the outside. A huge monster was latched onto the vehicle, gripping the side even as the van ran it against rubble and debris to throw it off.

It was humanoid, giant-sized and covered with a chitin exoskeleton like an insect, green or dark grey. It was built like an eight foot colossus, its shoulders impossibly broad, its body plated with armor. There were four arms, and ended in massive claws. A large crest jutted from it's forehead. The occupants blasted the Beetle Spirit from the windows as the spirit turned its fiery red eyes to look at them before roaring, an explosive howl of bloodlust and fury.

The Beetle Spirit held fast with it's multiple arms. The spirit took one clawed hand and rammed it's fingers into the metal of the door. They went through like it was sticking his hand in a loaf of bread. It did the same with the other hand, curling it's fingers and gripping the handholds it had created. Then, with the noise of shearing metal, it tore the door from its hinges and tossed it aside, reaching into the Lone Star van's cabin.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Blue carried his injured arm around, wishing there was a moment where he could just sit down and-

A Beetle Spirit tore open a Lone Star car up ahead. Beetle spirits were strong and dangerous up close due to their multiple arms along with their tenacious attitude. It all rushed back to Blue. The testing, the training, the losing of his arm to one of those things. Now, here he was again, crippled in one arm. Blue gritted his teeth.

"Hey..." Blue whispered to the group. "To the side! The less attention we bring to ourselves the better. Especially against the Beetle Spirits."