Death Valley: A Shadowrun RP (Game Thread)

[Birdfalcon]

"Same thing you are I would think" That was the benfit of being able to blend into the crowd at high sociecty functions where everbody was a low-life, decption was a right after all he had seen the woman at the breifing along with everyone else and those people had just poured out of a high end miltary transport. "so what about the others in yer crew" Kris asked rubbing the revrend's collar on his neck and speaking in that thick southwestern/cowboy accent of his. It was something he only really used when he was out in this part of the U.S or visting the Navajo Nation.


She probaly wasn't going to tell him that and his commanding voice had done it's job even if she lied to him "I ask beacause i'm concered that in about" he looked at his Smartphone "30 seconds or so something is gonna ehiter go boom in a big way or this place is gonna turn into the OK corral"

 

[Terratina.]

With orders given, Ziggy waltzed in the hotel reception. Time to find this man, whether he be the calm and calculating murderer or consumed with madness was yet to be seen. He shuffled over to the reception desk, and did the only thing he could. After all, he had to follow Jonesy's lead and the entrance with three dogs crawling under trap was a tough act to follow. He set his commlink to

PARTY MODE

, limbered up while waiting for the song to start.

With the waiting over, he broke into dance, spinning to and fro. The other people in the reception room just stopped and stared. The hypnotic twists and turns of his body enthralling them as the bass-heavy club music thumped through the speakers of his commlink and caused the ornaments scattered through the room to shake forward with the beat. Ziggy busted out all of his best moves, including pelvic thrusts that had caused many a person to faint. But then the song ended.

He twirled back to the reception, seeing that the receptionist had arrived back from her tea break. Ziggy brushed a hand through his hair and present the photo of Tobias Dawson to the person.

"This man has WON the GET-ZIGGY-WITH-IT competition!" Ziggy said with an excited voice, "The BEST and ONLY club-dancing competition to grace the DANCEFLOOR of the STARDUST CLUB."

Mimicking the pose of a power-ballad singer, he pointed at the receptionist, "Could YOU, yes you. Tell me where this FINE MAN is?"

 

[eyesonflux]

As the rain started falling Mitch stopped for a split second, and listened as the rain fell down, Mitch had always enjoyed rain, it kept his senses on the edge and washed away all the doubt he had about completing this mission.

Mitch progressed towards the source of the madness he felt, he started moving slightly faster, in a hope that he would pinpoint the location gunman.

As Mitch passed Jonesy and his two three companions, he gave an confident nod to them, indicating that he was ready for this, and wouldn't let them down, this was his time to prove his worth in the group.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Blue felt useless waiting outside the hotel but at least he didn't stick out like a sore thumb. Once the bullets start flying, though, his looks won't really matter. He checked the safety on his revolver and rotated the chamber as he waited for Jonesy, or Ziggy to give him the signal to carry the man out of there.

He heard the loud music even from outside that was no doubt Ziggy. He sighed and looked around, watching the rain fall as he waited in the shadows.

 

[hiei82]

"...30 seconds or so something is gonna ehiter go boom in a big way or this place is gonna turn into the OK corral" the man said, glancing at some AR object.

"Shit!" Moonlighter thought, keeping her face stoic. She quickly sent a recording of what the strange man had said to the rest of the group; hoping to give them a heads up. After a few moments of silence, she started asking questions; hoping to get as much information from the potential enemy as possible.

"What makes you think it's gonna blow?" she said, keeping her emotion in check such that it sounded like a simple inquiry.

 

[3quency]

"...30 seconds or so something is gonna ehiter go boom in a big way or this place is gonna turn into the OK corral"

Jade blinks.
"Okay, fuck." she says, feeling strangely calm.
She starts hitting dials and buttons on Lillian's dash, uncoiling her jack lead. In a couple of moments she'll be able to Rig back into Lillian and if needs be the team could be out and away in under two minutes.

"Righto, folks. Lillian's spooling up. We can be away free at a moment's notice if this fucker's speaking truths. Jus' say the word."

She really hopes like hell this fucker isn't speaking truths. Jade has had more than enough of explosions in the last 24 hours.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Sonya waited on the roof. If Tobias decided to flee from any of the exits or windows she would be able to spot him and take him down, it wasn't a bad foxhole, but she still felt too open. She quietly assembled her rifle as the others played their roles, the infiltrator, the face, in the end it didn't matter if they didn't get anything that might help the 'run or let the target escape. Right now she was the only barrier between success and failure.

She had just finished assembling her rifle when a message came over her comlink.

"...30 seconds or so something is gonna either go boom in a big way or this place is gonna turn into the OK corral"

All that preparation wasted, was the target going to blow himself up with the hotel or would he flee first? If the later she still had a chance of getting him but she would end up going down with the hotel.

Fuck!

Resounded through her head, it was a lose lose situation, how the hell could the bring him alive if he was gonna blow the place to kingdom come? She slung the rifle across her back and sullenly headed back to the VTOL.

 

[Asclepion]

[hr]

Corral Hotel - Tobias's Room​

While the stunned staff in the lobby applauded and searched their computers, while the runners on the second floor came upon a group of doors that burned with scent and emotion, Tobias sat on the bed. He cradled the sub in his hands like a precious artifact.

The man saw the hotel room, the same one he had stayed in with his dad, and as an adult had honeymooned with his wife there. He saw the place he remembered, but in a distant way, as if he were watching it all on TV. His eyes moved left, right. They moved like someone else was focusing them. It was like there was a roadblock; he had to fight to form the thoughts, and give the order to his body to act, and it could only just get there.

Again the assailants had a draw on him. He could hear the voice in his head. Damaging hs own datajack saved him from the worst of it, but the scrambled signal came anyway. It was like a constant noise, drowning his own thoughts. It was a strenuous trial to keep himself together. When the task became too great, and the voice threatened to override his own, he let his conscious mind go dark, replaced by military training and raw instinct.

So close...

 

[FalloutJack]

On his way up, he'd heard the amazing Ziggy and the ease in which he swayed folks to give him information. Jonesy chuckled to himself, but inwardly he did not like how the man operated. His own way was quieter. Well...at first. The noise wouldn't happen until something gave the Bogies probably cause to do so, like a clear-and-present threat. As he and the now tarp-less Baskerville Hounds perused the hallways, Mitch appeared from the other direction and gave him a nod as he kept looking around in his own way. That was when his phone was sent a recording from Moonlighter which...Jonesy held closely to his ear.

"...30 seconds or so something is gonna ehiter go boom in a big way or this place is gonna turn into the OK corral"

Two Possibilities: One, he was seeing activity and joining the dots enough to see that this is a Run. Two, he was knowledgeable of an actual explosion to take place in the near-future. Jonesy didn't need to tell the elf to keep him talking and/or distract him from whatever he needed to be distracted from. That was SOP for all Runners when the unexpected showed up. Eventually, the Bogies stopped.

Tatsy: Huff...

There?

Tatsy: *Grunt*

Confirmed. The other three agreed: It was this room here, Number 23. Heh...23-Skidoo. Right then, he bade the dogs to back off from said door as he did the same, enough that they weren't even outside the room's walls. You never... You never never stand in front of a target's door unless you want to become a target yourself. Jonesy then sent some mail to the others with his phone.

Room 23. Back me up, cover exits, watch the equivalent window outside. Moonlighter, wrap it up.​

Here, he then waited. If he wanted to kill the man, he would have a good chance of it even now if there was enough surprise. But the Yakuza wanted him alive, which means he had to stop short of maiming him. Well...maybe a little. Kid killer, after all. Can't let that go, nosireebob. He made sure that his flash and smoke grenades were in easy reach in his coat's inner pockets...and waited.

 

[Terratina.]

After busting out some moves to a thumping tune [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doEwWzMz99A], Ziggy got the applause he deserved and the staff were willing to search the deepest depths of the database for what he needed, the room number of a certain Tobias Dawson. The tapping of the feet and the fingers matched the rhythm of the music. As to not distract the staff from their duty, Ziggy turned down to the music and after breaking a sweat pumping out some mad moves, he felt a little more in a chill mood. After all, he had posed as an obnoxiously loud competition host many a time, as it was a cover that he enjoyed and suited the obnoxiously loud personality he projected to other people. Sure, some people would prefer a more quiet entrance, but to Ziggy, it was either go big or go home. Just then, with a *ping*, a message arrived from Jonesy:

Room 23. Back me up, cover exits, watch the equivalent window outside. Moonlighter, wrap it up.​

He quickly replied:

Gonna try to confuse him then nab him with some shock glove tricks, will be there soon.​

And paused to change the music to something more suitable. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzTB_ie4WIw]

Ziggy leant over one of the computers and patted the man's shoulder, with the assumption that the elf had got the room number, the staff stopped the frantic search and resumed to normal duties. Ziggy strutted out and swaggered up the staircase to the second floor. There are also something about a bomb or something, but that didn't worry Ziggy. As long as the team was in and out in a flash, they didn't have to worry about what happened to the hotel afterwards. Room 23 was getting closer and closer, until he could spy Jonesy hiding with those pets of his away from the door. Ziggy gave a stretch, then looked to Jonesy, waiting for confirmation that the plan could go through, that he could make his move...

 

[Birdfalcon]

"What makes you think it's gonna blow?

Kris shook his head "I never said it was going to blow...I just said there might be the chance that your target...which just so happens to be my target as well might very well have a few tricks up his sleeve of the martial or booby trap kind" He exhaled and then looked to the wiring moonlighter was working on and clicked his tounge the others were inside he was sure of it. His eyes darted about innocent people were going to get hurt if the other runners suddenly decided to get trigger happy. After calculating the risks he causlally walked off and then when he was sure he was out of moonlighter's sight he bolted for the back entrance towards the others "Justice is coming...justice is done"

 

[Asclepion]

Spoiler: OOC

Assuming you went with the flashbang method.

This was it, the Shadowrunners knew. They silently approached the door, flash grenade in hand. At the signal, they activated the panel and unlocked the metallic shutter, before activating the grenade and tossing it across.

[hr]

Corral Hotel - Tobias's Room​

The room was an open suite. A low, spacious bed was set into a neon-lit frame that went up to the cieling, a fan at it's center. Flanking it were two curving shelves and a pair of ornamental lights. One side ended at a wall with environmental controls. The other broke off into a washroom. Across from it was a table with small computerized devices and a trideo [http://shadowrun.wikia.com/wiki/Trideo]/television screen that flickered with images, though the sound was muted.


Tobias was standing on the bed, facing the window. It was open, letting the raindrops hit his face and body. He stared off into the dark wasteland outside.

He wasn't wearing a shirt. His body was corded and tough. His blond hair was rumpled, and his face was set in resignation. His shoulders stiffened; his whole body tensed, gathering strength. Emotions flickered in his eyes, one after another, like lightning. Panic. Anger. Sadness.

Then, he attacked.

Tobias pushed hard, spun backwards to face the door, and targeted the runners. His arm rocketed up, unleashing a hail of fire from the sub machine gun. The flash from the grenade barraged his senses, and he was propelled sideways, yelling and throwing his other arm in front of his face.

As the man rushed to rushed to recover, he kept the arm up, wrist straight. His knuckles dislocated into three nodes, the fleshy sheath of his hand gave way to cybernetic attachment. There was a metallic scraping sound, and the next second an array of silvery blades burst forth from his hand.

Tobias's hand had become a deadly razor-sharp claw. The slash was a song in the air.

 

[eyesonflux]

seconds before the flashbang exploded, Mitch said "He's all yours" with a smirk on his face and took a defensive position near the wall, and pulled out his pistol.

When the flashbang exploded, Mitch was firmly leaning against the wall and started monitoring surroundings for hostile emotions.

 

[Birdfalcon]

That disticnt bang would alert the revrend's trained ears, "Shit I thought I had more time." Kris made his way towards Tobais' room M1991 drawn and in the attack postion as civilans came out of their rooms he would shout at them "Lonestar operation...get back in your hotel rooms" he said as he made his way to the battle praying he wasn't too late.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Even from outside, Blue heard a loud bang followed by several gunshots coming from inside the hotel. He received Jonesy's message before the and opted to move in but they needed someone to make sure he wouldn't make it past the entrance which was already in a panic. People turned their heads to the sound of the loud bangs and some panicked while the others didn't know what it was. Still, a few people rushed outside and Blue looked at their faces making sure Tobias wasn't one of them. Someone probably already called for the police so their window of capturing Tobias was closing.

Despite it all, Blue still waited patiently outside. He partially scanned the leaving crowd and looked inside to make sure a certain blonde-haired individual wasn't making his way outside.

 

[3quency]

There's the distinct crack of a flashbang from inside. Gunshots too. Jade's eyes widen. Fuck, this was supposed to be quick.
Why doesn't anything ever go easy?

She flips a mental switch and she's broadcasting across everyone on the team's feeds.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on in there? We need to stay in contact guys 're we're deader'n an Elf in th' Big Rhino."

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Sonya was sitting on the roof, legs crossed and impatiently tapping her foot against the floor. Her rifle was spread across her legs as she checked and rechecked, tranq ammo ready, there enough tranquillizer in them to knock out a large horse, if that (somehow) didn't make the target hit the ground she had some hollow points readied just in case. The Yak's had specified him to be alive, they didn't say he couldn't be a little injured.

There was a sound of an explosion below her, was that the one Moonlighter warning them about? If so it felt like it was to small to be something of real concern. She dashed over to the side of the building that housed the entrance, the occupants of the hotel were streaming out in droves. So much for subtlety, but with someone like Ziggy on the team, what did she expect? She scanned the crowed for any suspicious looking blond men, but none matched the description. He must still be inside.

"Next time one of you feel like setting off a bomb, try giving me a heads up first" She barked over her comlink to the rest of the team, "If he tries making a break for it, tell me what direction he's going in. I'll get him."

 

[Asclepion]

[hr]

VTOL​

"Okay, what the fuck is going on in there? We need to stay in contact guys 're we're deader'n an Elf in th' Big Rhino."

The aircraft computers relayed their sensors to the pilot. Data flashed through her; showing the fight with the target and intercepting security corp comms. Response teams would be on route. She was tracking their vehicles.

But there was another group- a convoy of four vehicles. Two black SUV's, two buses.

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[hr]

Corral Hotel - 2nd Floor / Tobias's Room​

Metahumans flew from their rooms, fleeing the gunfire. Tobias Dawson fought savagely. He had resumed control of his own body, but he was still receiving partial signals. He sensed the movements of it's soldiers. The signals were gaining strength. The voice was getting close. Closer! CLOSER!

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[hr]

Corral Hotel - Parking Lot​

Two black SUV's turned off the highway, the highway lights reflected in their mirrored windshields. Two buses followed close behind, their engines humming as they passed. The bus windows windows were transparent. And threw them the runners outside saw a line of homeless and children.

We could see them.

They could see us.

Through the opening doors, through the front viewport of the lead bus, they saw the filthy face of a man in ragged clothes. A homeless man. But his skull was a mess of wired cables. The bus turned, bringing a modified rear door to bear. They disgorged kids and adults onto the paved lot, outside the hotel. They formed up, some fanning out to take flanking positions.

And from an SUV, stepping smoothly out of the passenger door, was someone else.

A man. He was tall in stature, at least 6'3", and dark-skinned from apparent Caribbean descent. Jamaican, probably. He moved with a careful, almost deliberate precision. Yet the large pistol on his belt give a hint as to the true nature beneath his bizarrely expressionless face. His eyes were massive lenses, whether linked goggles or cyberware. He wasn't seeing just shape and color anymore. He was seeing infrared heat. He was seeing trails, like the ones a mouse cursor leaves on the computer screen. It allowed him to follow movement and direction more closely. And even could see faint outlines through the outer layers of skin. All the better to target vital organs. These were target-acquiring eyes. And beneath his duster was a chestplate of reflective armor.

Passerby outside lot who saw him immediately collapsed, as if the sight of him was too much for them. He walked calmly towards the front entrance, surrounded by the assailants.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Blue whipped around to see two buses and two SUVs pulled into the parking lot and from the vehicles came a plethora of possible problems. Blue heard another noise behind him to see the woman with the sniper rifle on the roof. That eased some of his stress as he reached for his revolver immediately and drew it out before going inside the motel itself. He busted open one of the windows and saw the horde of undesirables slowly approaching the hotel.

Blue breathed slowly as he made a final chamber check. The 500 S&W cartridge in his revolver could easily go through two or three bodies at a time but even then, there alot of them and not a whole lot of his bullets. He lined up his revolver for dead center of the crowd.

"Hey! Take one more step and consider yourself dead!"

Blue switched to his comms channel to inform the group of the mess.

"We got a gang of homeless people and a mercenary or two in front. Jade, get your bird's guns to bear on this one."

 

[Birdfalcon]

Kris approched the runner's in dawson's room...he was right a shithurricane was now bearing down on this little hotel/motel....he hated being right. As he looked in on the Criminal he saw the man extend his claws and cocked his head to the right a grin forming on his face. Kris then looked to the other runners they had thier hands full with whatever was going on outside. He would deal with that later, turning back to Tobias he holstred his pistol and his hands started to glow with a turquise aura and the fanit sound of a coyote howling could be heard as his "Killing hands" power revealed itself, he then looked to the Wovlerine reject and spoke

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers"

And with that he came at tobias with a flurry of Muay Thai strikes and knees