Death Valley: A Shadowrun RP (Game Thread)

[3quency]

And shit got real.
Damnit, what the hell was going on? Jade swears until the air in the cocoon is a lovely shade of blue and starting slapping controls into action.

"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."

"Waaay ahead o' ya, boy Blue." she says back, trying her best to stay calm. She has no idea who the fuck these merc types are but Corporate response is on its way too, and if they don't get the job done and away free before then, they could all be sharing a nice lane in a cemetery somewhere. Given there were any body bits left.

Lillian lurches into the sky with a roar of jets and Jade's rigging in before she even gets a chance to think otherwise.

"I got you covered and my gun is mighty. Jade Lillian rumbles through the speaker system.
"Stop right there or the lot a youse is chunks o' Bachelor Chow got it?"

 

[eyesonflux]

Mitch heard Blues message, Mitch felt like there was nothing to do for him here, and he would be of more use at downstairs.
Mitch looked at Jonesy and said "Take care of him, my hunch tells me that i will be of more use at downstairs... Don't get hurt."
He started running towards the stairs, contacting the other members of the team of his decision to join Blue.

Mitch was going down as fast as he could, and as he got closer to ground floor he saw a fire extinguisher mounted on a wall, Mitch grabbed the extinguisher and pulled it out of the wall and headed to the lobby, jumping and ducking behind the reception desk, besides Mitch there were couple staff members hiding there, Mitch gave them a stern look, and told them to leave through the backdoor, now that he was alone for a moment, he could formulate a plan of defense in his mind.

He knew that if they came through that door that he would be in trouble, with only a mag of ammo he wouldn't be able to hold them off with firepower, but if they got past blue and into the building he would need to get into a melee with them, and that's where the extinguisher would come in handy, it was an older model, heavy, just like in the old days, Mitch felt good for taking it, he could get a lot of force behind his blows with it and keep the homeless at bay with a nice cold blast blast to their faces.

Mitch contacted the others
"Do we have an escape plan? I truly hope that we aren't going to stat a small war here, lots of innocents could potentially get hurt. Also Blue, if you need anything, tell me about it, i'll make it happen."

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

A legion of children and vagrants spewed out from the bus, they moved as one, their movements organised, surrounding and flanking the hotel, it appeared they thought as one. Like locusts they swarmed around the hotel, ready to kill the guests and 'runners inside indiscriminately, picking the place clean. They halted thier advance once they reached the parking lot, but it was clear that they would attack the hotel once their leader commanded it. Once they did anyone inside would be done for, they had gone in expecting to fight and capture a man, not an entire army.

As the swarm organised itself, a man stepped out of one of the SUV's, he was unlike the others, collected, emotionless, probably the leader of the army comprised of vagrants and children.

Sonya rested her rifle on the lip of the roof, there were too many of them. She considered using the explosive rounds that Sven had given her to test out, but that would be overkill, innocents would get in the way and collateral always got lone star riled up, no matter how useless they were in everyday dealings, they had to keep up appearances. She hoped if she killed the leader the swarm would lose moral and dissipate.


She inserted a magazine of hollow points into her rifle and took aim at the leader, he was wearing armour underneath his jacket, it would have to be a head shot then. The Yak's said they had to bring in Tobias alive, they didn't say anything about this guy.

She took aim at his head and fired.

 

[Asclepion]

[hr]

Corral Hotel - Parking Lot​

"Hey! Take one more step and consider yourself dead!"
The cowboy yelled. His voice faded into blaring speakers from the strafing craft.
"Stop right there or the lot a youse is chunks o' Bachelor Chow got it?"

There was only a hint of reaction. A slight upturn to his mouth, while the signal to attack was sent to the massed army.

Lillian fired a warning salvo, tearing up the ground in front of them. Chunks of paved surface were propelled into the air, while alarms from destroyed cars sounded in unison. The horde returned with firearms, while throwing magnetic EMP grenades in an attempt to hit the craft. She kept firing, this time ripping straight through their ranks.

They rushed the entrance, lobbing grenades and firing as they ran. Blue took cover from a torrent of attacking rounds. His cyberware arm barely felt the recoil from the massive revolver. He fired from the window, but could have fired through the walls themselves. He chambered another clip as fast as he could, but the army outside was advancing even as limbs are blown off and heads explode [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1d7i3i0LLI] from the powerful rounds.

The Jamaican holstered his pistol with one hand. The other arm passes behind him, into his duster. The movement revealed a weapon, like a rifle. A large battery was mounted underneath, the cylindrical attachment feeding energy through internal mechanisms.

He took aim at the T-Bird aircraft and released a bright red beam. The laser would have penetrated and destroyed the plane, but just as the firing sequence started, the sniper woman took her shot. His lenses saw the flash, the split-second ghostly image of the projectile. He threw his head back, but not fast enough. The bullet tore through the front of his face. It destroyed a lens, laying open his jaw and neck and grazing the dermal support around his skull before penetrating the other side and embedding itself in the ground. The laser beam floated to the side, drifting and burning a path. His laser weapon fell clanking. He grasped his mangled wound with his hand, while blood trickled down his clothing.

The remaining optical sensor traced the path of the bullet up to the roof, computing the location of the shot. Sonya's skill had her taking cover and moving already, never shooting from a fixed point. The reason why was made clear when a couple of grenades landed where she had been, releasing a hail of EMP's and shrapnel.

As he bled, the Jamaican pressed a datapad on his armor. He was surrounded by a shimmering light, which dissipated to nothing as the light was bent around him

[hr]

Corral Hotel - Lobby​

Blue held his ground. Behind him Dwarves and Elves were screaming, the metahuman staff huddling behind the counter. Others were running up the stairs. They passed Mitch as he came down, carrying a fire extinguisher. The glass door shattered, and he saw the air moving at the edge of his field of view.

Blue took a shot, but couldn't tell if he hit- the shifting distortion was too fast, too hard to see. The cowboy was about to shoot again when the cloak deactivated and the dark-skinned general was closing in. The sleeve of his duster was rolled up. There was a fearsome noise, and from his cyberware forearm was a series of razors on a rapidly spinning chain.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Blue took down one or two of the homeless at the time as they advanced towards the hotel. The rounds tore through them as if they were nothing and rendered their cybernetic bodies asunder. Still, that wasn't enough to deter them and bullets and grenades exploded all around him. A few bullets nearly hit him and if it wasn't for his cover then he would have been dead three times over. He crouched against the wall and inserted a speed loader worth of .500 S&W as a figure broke through the glass door. Fragments of glass flew every which way and Blue let off a shot in its direction. He heard the screams of the staff and most noticeably, the presence of two things in his general vicinity.

Mitch was close by, with fire extinguisher in hand and a pistol in other while the other was a cybernetic with a chainsaw on its arm closing the gap rather quickly. Desperation played a key part in what happened next.

Blue spun around to the source of the noise and grabbed the extinguisher from Mitch's grasp but the weight nearly threw him off balance and that was with his human arm. Even with his strength, it felt like he was swinging the red container in slow motion as the chainsaw of death came closer. Blue moved his body like he was pulling a mean hook but instead the fire extinguisher met the series of razors meaning to bisect him. In an instant the room exploded in a cloud of white foam. The pressure from the container exploded with enough force to redirect the chainsaw a mere inches away from his body but not without Blue receiving some metal shrapnel from the explosion.

Blue stumbled away from the foam explosion bewildered and shell-shocked but he quickly wiped off the foam from his eyes and he saw a chain-saw armed figure draped in foam as well. He quickly shot his cybernetic arm upwards and fired off a shot, aiming center mass.

 

[Asclepion]

The explosion of pressurized foam blew it in all directions. The shockwave sent all three sprawling, covered with white foam. It blanketed the floor and counter, it splattered on the wall. The chain was destroyed, the assailant's remaining lens hit from the blast. Foam covered his sensors.

He staggered up, coated with foam. Blue faced him, .500 revolver in hand. The cowboy raised it to the adversary's center and pulled the trigger.

The round blew straight through his torso. His badly damaged jaw flew open, but no sound came out. He staggered, wired body malfunctioning, limbs flying out automatically in an attempt to keep balance. The assailant with the optical sensors, laser weapon and pistol, reflective armor that rendered him invisible, and chainRipp fell forward, and buried himself on the lobby floor.

Through the wide shattered windows going to open air outside, the swarm of homeless and kids collapsed. Their control disrupted, they lost all sense of coordination; attacking, but not driven as a singular force.

Tobias fought. But suddenly he shouted, gripping his datajack. The voice grew weak. And in the lapse he was taken down, losing consciousness.

 

[FalloutJack]

It was actually better that he let the others go in there instead of him. When you look at Jonesy, I mean really look at him, you don't see a melee expert. I mean, he could handle himself in a fist-fight, sure, but they had an adept and an Elf with shocking fists. You don't send Jonesy in for that. You have him shoot something, with magic or bullets. (Or magic bullets.) You also have him blast things apart or sic the dogs on him or cause a distraction. He's the magic man. So, that's why - after the flash grenade had been thrown and the others entered - the Bogies went in and helped as needed while he stood ready to do that voodoo that HE do so very well.

That is, until he heard the chainsaw and the strange booming sound. Thaaat distracted him. Fortunately, Tobias collapsed, meaning that he could call back his canine friends and investigate. He was heard to say "Okay, guys. Make it good. I'm gonna see what the hell's going on." and then proceeded downstairs...where he saw first the extinguisher foam, then people panicking, then Blue, and then Mr. Chainsaw. Jonesy looked at the clearly-cyberized man, unaware - because of the foam - that he had a hole in his chest and was probably dead, and considered his options.

Okay, I could walk up to him and find out what the hell's going on and MAYBE trigger something like a programed reflex or cortex bomb. Or, I could make sure he's very dead by handling him in a way most-likely to harm a cyborg.

So saying, Jonesy shot a Mana Bolt into the cyborg's ass to make sure he was dead and not likely to be/remain boobytrapped. They had Tobias. That's what the Mafia wanted. They could see what these guys were about, but it wasn't required. He looked over in Blue's direction.

"There still activity outside?"

 

[eyesonflux]

The explosion made Mitch stagger, and it took him couple of seconds the get rid of the ringing and confusion in his head, Mitch was ready for Mr. Chainsaw, but as he came to his senses he saw him laying on the floor with a big hole in his torso. Mitch swept his hand across his face, clearing some foam that was stuck on him.

"great job Blue." Mitch said as he was cleaning his coat from the foam, but it was leaving nasty marks in it, Mitch decided to check out the back room of the lobby for a towel, he sensed someone heading downstairs, but it was not hostile. He headed through the backdoor and it didn't took long for him to find a towel, Mitch took of his coat and started cleaning his coat, and he heard Jonesy asking Blue
"There still activity outside?"

Mitch went back to the lobby, still rubbing his coat in vein, and looked at the cyber warrior on the floor and said
"Can we salvage or get anything useful from him? He looks like to be more machine than man, i'm sure he won't mind."
Mitch lifted himself on top of the reception desk and just sat there, pondering, and listening.

 

[Birdfalcon]

"Tango down" Kris said as Tobias finally collapsed he powered down his killing hands and exhaled as he whipped out a pair of Lonestar Issue handcuffs and locked them on the man's wrists. He would have ended the man's life right then and there for killing innocent kids but the yaks wanted him alive.


Kris then turned back to Jonesy and the Elf with the taser gloves his eyes narroing "We still got tangos outside?" he asked curiously as he looked out the window having heard the assult outside before he engaged Tobias

 

[Terratina.]

Jonesy opted to throw the flashbang into the room, which disappointed Ziggy. Another disappointment was that as soon as the flashbang hit, the man when all Rambo with his sub-machine gun and a few stray bullets hit Ziggy's commlink, shorting the speaker. Those were only the first. Apparently there were a chromed up dude with some of the chromed homeless who had turned to stalking the group. But things were on the up. For one, the Caribbean chrome had been hit by the face and their target was lying on the floor, handcuffed. The man stood up and turned back to Ziggy & Co after it was done.

"We still got tangos outside?"

Ziggy gave a stretch and repiled, "Uh-huh, I'mma gonna tango outta here."

He picked up Tobias in his arms, like a groom carrying his wife over the threshold. He was heavy, not doubt due to the huge amount of cyberware the man had. Cursing the fact that his beloved commlink was without speakers, he skipped like a ballet dancer out of the room, heading for the VTOL while the chaos ensued around him. An explosion came from the roof, but Ziggy didn't have time to turn and place the source, whether it from an exploding VTOL or a grenade. The important thing now was to get this ************ the hell outta there and escape the horde of chromes.

 

[3quency]

"We still got tangos outside?"

"You fucking kidding me, buddy? Tangos a-fucking-plenty! It's a regular Tango jamboree!"

Oddly, it doesn't sound like Jade's disappointed by this. That laser damn near cut her and Lillian in two, but they fucking well avoided it. Because that's what she goddamn does. Jade's in her element now, pure undilute chaos. These homeless guys are weird as hell but it's the Jamaican that's been her worry. Luckily it looks like their friendly neighbourhood sniper's managed to take him out the game a while, so Jade can concentrate on playing support.

She looks through her sensors and figure all made up in glowing reds is running from the building, carrying some chromed loser. She recognises the figure, he's tagged the moment he comes into range as King Jareth the Wonder Elf. So who the hell's he carrying?

"'Ey Ziggs," she yells over the comms. "That our target?"

 

[FalloutJack]

Confirmation of activity outside led Jonesy and the dogs to investigate, finding a bunch of-

"Oh, not again!"

More fucking homeless people on the wire?! Hell no! HELL. FUCKING. NO. Jonesy opened this up as soon as he saw it with a Mana Storm in any convenient enough spot where allies were NOT located. He followed this up with tossing a couple of frag grenades-

"Do NOT fetch."

-into the out-of-control groups as well. Such was done in and out of whatever random cover he could find, Bogies causing Accident here and there to make slip-ups happen. He quickly flipped on comms and said...

"Okay, we have our pizza for delivery and this rabble look like they can't last for much longer. Any ideas what we should do with the tin can that was directing 'em?"

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

One shot, one kill: that was the mantra of all snipers. Sonya's eyes narrowed as she watched in disbelief, the Caribbean man dodged it. Sure his face was horribly wounded and one lenses had been smashed to bits, but he still dodged out, out of no where, no sign she was there and he dodged, shrugging off the wounds left behind like nothing. She was already moving into cover when the grenades came over the roof, a mix between between fragmentation and EMP. The air vent she was hiding behind behind gave her just enough cover, however a stray piece of shrapnel nicked her leg and the EMP scrambled the sight in her cyber-eye, so the guy wanted to make this a challenge, huh?

She moved back into position, but the Caribbean man had vanished and the legion of vagrants and children were disorganised, like whatever was controlling them had lost it's grip. They were moving frantically now, some were continuing the attack, hoping to get some easy cash from whoever was left inside the hotel, others who simply looked more confused and disorientated then aggressive were fleeing into the Mojave hoping to escape the pandemonium. She saw that idiot elf enter the chaos, without any weapons and carrying the target. What was he thinking?

"Ziggy, I'll cover you," She said over her comlink, "Anyone get's to close and they'll be hitting the floor"

 

[Terratina.]

The VTOL was in view, and not in pieces. Time to load this crazy chrome on there and fly on out of there, away from the other crazy chromes who were currently dealing with some sort of spell from Jonesy. Guess the shaman was good for something, not just taking his dogs for walkies, after all, Ziggy though with a grin. Still Tobias seemed to be more metal than man with the weight and Ziggy was eager to exac before the prophecy about this turning into the O.K. Corral scenario turned true. This band of loyal fans was getting on his nerves, last time he had encountered the buggers, Ziggy had found out the0y were tenacious little bastards. Then, interrupting his train of thought, a loud Glaswegian voice came through the comms of the VTOL.

"'Ey Ziggs," Jade shouted, "That our target?"

"No, it's my new lover." He shouted with more than a hint of sarcasm, "Care to let me have a snuggle inside there?"

He was dodging in and out of the crowd, then another voice came through, slightly scrambled by the damaged speaker, it was the gruff, hardass military lady or Scarface for short, as he referred to her. He wondered whether she had let herself get injured on the roof as those explosions sounded fairly loud. He sighed, what was it this time?

"Ziggy, I'll cover you," She said over her comlink, "Anyone gets too close and they'll be hitting the floor."

"A dance competition? Me and Tobias love those!" He gushed, leaving her to wonder what that actually meant. Did ol' Scarface dance? That would be something he would like to see, but Ziggy would also to see the last of this place. He ran to a particularly convenient spot for Jade to pick him up. hoping that he wouldn't have to hang around, as he was feeling that he was getting to know Tobias far too well. Just then another voice came through the comms, Ziggy was feeling particularly popular today.

"Okay, we have our pizza for delivery and this rabble look like they can't last for much longer. Any ideas what we should do with the tin can that was directing 'em?"

"Can those dogs chew through metal? I dunno." Ziggy mumbled. "Get him out of the game for good, I suppose?"

 

[3quency]

"No, it's my new lover. Care to let me have a snuggle inside there?"

Jade laughs, but more due to adrenalin.
In all honesty, she's suddenly worried. Ziggy's trying to hotfoot his way through a mob of psychopaths and even with Sonya keeping an eye out he can't outrun 'em all.

And dangerous and interesting plan forms in Jade's head.

"So tell me something Ziggs." she says, casually popping the the passenger door wide open with a hydraulic whisper.
She hits the thrusters to the right and she's suddenly side-on, door facing Ziggy.

"Youse two love birds any good at Chicken?"

And before he even has time to answering she's hurtling sideways right for him.

 

[Birdfalcon]

Kris followed the other runners on foot yelling over the chaos through his bluetooth "I'm gonna try and get a ride out with the runners that just showed up...yeah the ones I saw in seattle....No, call off the air support I don't want the VTOL to be shot down....yes redirect the local lawmen to....FUCK!!!" Kris winced as a bulllet grazed his thigh wasn't too bad but was still gonna hurt like a son of a *****. He growled and pulled his pistol firing off a few shots of covering fire rambo style, His marksmannship instructor in the acamady would have pistol whipped him for shooting from the hip but well this was fighting for your life and you didn't have time to aim properly.


Kris muttred and kept going two more shots two more Tangos down bullets right between the eyes years of pratice on the range and in matrix simulatons. "This shoulda been a routine Beatdown & Grab." Kristoff thought to himself he also wondered if this wasn't some kinda double or triple cross,that sudden and opptuine appernce of a small army armed with enough firepower to take out a small town meant if this job was some sort of setup then heads were gonna roll.

 

[Terratina.]

"So tell me something Ziggs..."

Jade just hovered nearby now and with a word, one of the door opened. About time, he thought as Tobias's body weighted on further on Ziggy. Now she was in a nice postion for Ziggy to jump in, the chrome horde didn't look none too inviting and the sooner this 'run was done, the better, before things got messy. He readied himself for the jump.

"Youse two love birds any good at Chicken?"

Wait; what? The VTOL zoomed towards him. Jade was playing a very dangerous game here, if he stood his ground, there would be one fabulous flattened corpse on the side of her aircraft or, less less likely she would scoop him up. If he jumped, he would either land into the VTOL or crash and fall into the chrome mob. But Ziggy had already made his decision, as soon as he saw the VTOL swoop, he jumped to met her, or to fall into oblivion.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

The man fell down dead as dead could be an soon blood pooled around him. Blue breathed deeply, catching his breath and looking around to see Mitch was okay and that the shaman was close by. He zapped the body one more time just to make sure and Blue nodded in thanks. Blue looked outside to see the horde dissipating into the night like a snuffed fire. A few of them tried to fight back but they struggled just to keep their balance.

Blue walked over to the body and kicked the man's head. He bent his neck only to feel a sharp pain coming from the side of his neck. He put a hand to it and a reddened hand returned.

"Aw damn it." Blue swore. "A piece of the fire extinguisher or something must have nicked me..." He kept a hand to it to prevent more bleeding as he rifled through the dead man's pockets. He looked more man than machine at this point but he was sure he could salvage something.

"This man's a cybernetic... we can check his brain but I doubt there'd be anything there. Hm... reflective armor... this man means serious business. I'm taking this though. For parts that is." His cybernetic arm holstered his pistol and then reached for the large laser weapon. The weapon was massive and looked especially expensive.

 

[3quency]

And Lillian swoops neatly into the perfect position for Ziggy to hit her sparsely furnished interior.

"WOOHOO!" Jade howls as she banks messily to the left, mentally slamming the passenger door shut and swinging right over the heads of the mob.
As Lillian she swings her thrusters around and blasts up to get some clearance before launching towards the roof.

As far as Jade's concerned, things are going great.

"Tha's a good jump you got fer a poncey n'Og reject mate." she says through her bird's internal system. She looks out at the hotel. Things are in dire need of wrapping up here, and it looks like she'll need to have a hand in doing so or the team is fucked.

She heads for the roof first, stopping abruptly in front of the haunted-looking sniper, rear door open again. She hopes Ziggy hasn't gone and done something antisocial, like vomit all over her passenger seats.

"Yer chariot approaches milady." Jade Lillian rumbles.

And then Jade breaks the immersion briefly, the better for yelling at everyone at once.

"Okay fellas, we need out. I'ma do a quick circuit to get clear of any weapons got their shiny barrels aimed Lillian's way, you guys get somewhere clear so i can pick you up. Sound good?"

 

[Terratina.]

[HEADING=3]THUD!!![/HEADING]​

Ziggy hit one of the passengers with a crash, but to be honest, he felt more sorry for Tobias as his unconscious ass was crammed between Ziggy and the seat, not in the best of places. Well at least he could say after this that he got to know the target intimately in every detail. Ziggy give a groan, part of the man's datajack was digging into his sides. He slumped on the seat and weakly dragged the body off him, hoping that this was the end of the shenanigans, though Jade sounded like all she wanted was more. This 'run was dragging, too much time had been spent there and they had to pay for it with this homeless army and the other chromes. Time to get comfortable and enjoy the ride out of here.

"Tha's a good jump you got fer a poncey n'Og reject mate."

"Well, I regard myself better at Hopscotch than Chicken, darling." He replied while picking his nails, ignoring the barb that was more close to the truth then he would like. He decided to up his accent in retort, "Why... Oi miss Oirland but so'tiz as yer say."

With the prospect of the sullen sniper joining the cabin party, Ziggy sighed. The two women would probably tear him apart with their snarky speeches. He wondered if he would survive the encounter.