The Third Forumised Shadowrun Adventure!

[deject]

After grabbing his flask back, and getting depressed at how empty it is, Leland follows Frank into the building. I'll assense the door.

Assense (4) + Intuition (4) = 3, 1, 1, 5, 6, 2, 1, 4: 2 hits.

[Joose]

Yep, its definitely a door. Mundane as fuck.

And no, there's no arm-destroying lasers making their presence known so far.

[HereComesPete]

In that case it's entirely armless.

I'm thinking Roman is gong to be a bit quiet as Chopper the next week, shame he'll miss any fighting.



I'll have a look inside, see if I can spot/hear anything untoward in the gloom. I doubt it though.

Intuition 4 perception 3 +4 eyes +2 actively looking (in a variety of spectrums) = 13 - 5 hits

int 4 per 3 +4 ears + 2 actively listening (does this exist?) - 13 - 4 hits.


If there's nothing I'll creep forward and pick up Nik's drone and drop it outside so he can reconnect. Then head back in, all sneaky like.

Infiltration 2 + Agility 7 = 9 - 3 hits

[Dog Pants]

Screw this. I'm gonna do a little wetwork while the gun-bunnies are preoccupied. I'm going to try to get into that corp compound where the drugs are going and see if there's anything to learn. It's up to you if you want to come, but if everything goes to shit in there we'll be high and dry.

I'll stroll back across the road to the club and 'show my ticket' to the bouncers again if I need to.

Hello again gents. It's dead over there.

Once inside I'll head for the dealer.

Hey there my man. I just been chatting to Toto over there and he mentioned you as a man who might be interested in some clients I've got heading my way. I got a few high profile guys and their retinues coming over this way some time soon. Motor racing stuff. These guys love the Japanese scene y'know. They also love to party, and thet's where we come in. I need someone discreet who can help me out find whatever goods they moght need. Toto's my man for their friendship needs, and he seems to think you fit the bill for the recreational side of things. Interested?

Negotiation 5 + Charisma 5 = 10;

1, 1, 3, 4, 5,
6, 6, 6, 6, 6

6 hits. Hell yeah.

[Joose]

He looks up at you, and say:

Yeah, sure, what do you need?

[Dog Pants]

Probably a bit of anything and everything, at least the usual stuff, but I don't know yet until they all get here in a week or so. What's this Tempo stuff about? I want to make sure they know what's available for when they get here.

[Joose]

Ahh, yeah, Tempo. New stuff, fucking awesome. You see better, you think better, you *feel* better. Best high I ever had. Plus, whilst your on it, you kinda *know* stuff about people, you know? Like, if theres a chick you want to get it on with, you will *know* if she feels the same. And if she's on it too? Oh, man, that's a hell of a thing. I'm all out at the moment, but I should get some more in in a day or so.

But you name it, I can get it in a couple of days. If you really want a party, I can get you a selection. Narcotic-buffet!

[Dog Pants]

Awesome man, that's exactly what I wanted to hear. These guys party hard and there's 40 drivers plus god knows how many hangers on. You know anywhere I could get a sample of this Tempo? Sounds like there'd be a bit of interest but I'd like to have a man try it out first. I'm not after another supplier, but if nobody here wants to share it might pay for me to find out a few more party places where I can get a sample and check out a bit more of the scene. You know where the cool kids are hanging out?

I'm playing my hand like he's sending his stuff to someone's party in this compound, but he might not be. Fingers crossed. I take it my negotiation roll covers the whole conversation?

[fabyak]

Sure, I'm up for a bit of action. Lets roll. You need me to do anything special or shall I just stand at the back looking menacing and/or pretty?

[Dog Pants]

Well really you just need to add credibility, which you will, but feel free to contribute too. You've done a good job so far.

[fabyak]

I've been known to do a mean impression of a diva in the past, I might pull that one out of the hat if it doesn't look like they'll let us back there

[Joose]

Sorry, dude, but my last fix of tempo went out earlier tonight. I don't even have any for myself right now, that shit is hard to aquire.

But hey, my man with the wheels should be back soon, he may have some of his own stash left, might be willing to give up a sample to the greater good. For the right price, natch.

[Dog Pants]

Sure, thanks a lot buddy. So am I going to be able to find you in here for when my clients are in town?

I'll make small talk if appropriate and wait for his man to return.

[Joose]

You chat for a bit.

Meanwhile, back with the others:

You dont see anything of interest, so go and retrieve the drone, without incident. However, on your return journey....SLAM!

Big metal sheet, just like the ones blocking the other doors, drops out of a hidden recess up above the front door, behind you. There's fuck all lighting, but when you try to get your cybereyes to compensate, you get the following message from your internal comlink:

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Your link needs some better feckin locks, kid

...and your eyes shut down. So do your ears.

Righto, ya bunch o cocks, tell me who you are and what you are doing here, or the drone that just came out the cellar is decapitating the trog. Start any shit, and I slot the trog. Dont answer, and I slot the trog. And trust me, I'll be checking your story, so if I find you're lying...guess what? I slot the feckin trog.

If everyone stays nice and friendly, I'll give him back his eyes and ears, and he gets to keep his head as a bonus.

[Grimmie]

Oops. Leland, negotiator? Showtime.

[HereComesPete]

I didn't think that was even possible!

Ah well, best finish off my other character sheets. Good job choppers on autopilot, or Frank definitely wouldn't make it out.

If you've got control to this extent over my systems then you know who we are and what we do already. We're some guys who got fed this location to come and look for a woman, who some guys want and some other guys might have, maybe or something. As for why here, fucked if I know, some dude name of Sensei Kitsune hired us for this dirty little thing.

Another thing, keep calling me trog and I'll find a way of reaching inside you and ripping out your heart. Even if I have to do it as a mother fucking ghost. The name is Frank, what's yours?

[Joose]

That'd be a neat trick, trog, seeing as you have no fecking clue who I am. But you got hez, and I like that. Too many cowardly shites these days. You can call me SINsmith, its what im going by nowadays.

So Kitsunes got in on this now has he? Fuck me, this is all gone arseways. Teach me for working for the goddamn yaks again. Never fucking worth it. Betcherass I know which woman you are talking bout too.

Tell you what, I'll do you a deal: Feck off, and I wont kill you. Additionally, you take a message from me to pass on to Fantastic Mr Fox, and I'll answer you a couple questions. You look a like a right bunch of lost kiddies.

[HereComesPete]

Listen, you've demonstrated you can do whatever you fucking want, how about you give me my eyes and ears back and turn some lights on eh, no need to be too much of a smug bastard.

If we just walk away then we're dead at the hands of that old Japanese dude and his no necked identikit musclers. So, I guess questions for a message it's gotta be. Give us a few minutes to conflab.

[Joose]

Cool beans, you kids have a natter. I'll give you a minute, I'm going nowhere.

Your eyes and ears come back on, and the blastdoor thing raises back into the ceiling. There's fuck all evidence of the drone that was allegedly going to take your head off.

[Grimmie]

Nikolai leans back in the van and then stands to look out of the back doors, over at the building.
After a moment or two of indecision he wanders back inside and reseats himself, picking up a handful of microdrones to examine.

I like these negotiations, does everybody in America bargain like this?

With security like that, Nikolai decides to take a back seat.