Official Tensided Cyperpunk RPG Campaign

[Alyrium Denryle]

((hehe his steering wheel is going to start heating up))

Hmmm.... I wonder how his driving will be when his steering wheel burns!
(Medium vividness hallucination... his steering wheel is at a few hundred degrees F )

[CorSec]

Blaine nods coolly to the bouncer and follows Dirk towards the front door. As they approach the door, he chances a visual spectrum check ((radar, followed by thermal imaging)) to see if this may have been part of some consipiracy. He wasn't sure whether or not he could see through the door and walls of the club, but decided he'd at least try.

((If the check is good and it looks like someone is laying in wait, Blaine tells Dirk to try the back door - or god help us, the bathroom. Otherwise, the group continues through the door. Blaine will hedge his bets that despite not being able to see what's out there, there could still be someone there, as if that might make any difference.))

Before he tries to pull a Superman, he checks to see if Stacey is following them. "C'mon. I can't keep an eye on you and him seperately." He does notice her disposition after dealing with the heavies. He makes a note to talk to her later.

((Edited to switch back door and front door respectively.))

[Arthur_Tuxedo]

((Got tired of waiting. Hope Utsanomiko doesn't object to my assumption that he doesn't do anything.))

Stavis and Lennox:
Sensory implantation: Burning steering wheel, Benjamin vs. driver
DF: 23
Adj AT: 17
Finall roll: 23

Reflex check, is the passenger quick enough to grab the wheel before a crash?
DF: 24
Adj AT: 11
Final roll: 15

The gives a sudden yelp and lets go of the steering wheel. At such high speeds this causes the car to veer to the left. By the time the driver realizes that his hands weren't burnt and before the passenger even realizes what's going on, the car slams into the remains of a solid concrete building at a speed of almost 200 miles per hour. The car practically disintegrates and nothing that could be even remotely recognized as human is left of its occupants.

As adrenaline cools and one is allowed to take stock of the surroundings, he realizes that the auto chase has taken the trio into the remains of the Bronx, a graveyard whose only sentient inhabitants are twisted freaks of the dozens of failed genemodding experiments and their offspring. Not a place anyone would want to remain in for long.

Blaine and Dirk:
A quick radar check reveals a man in the second story window overlooking the entrance hastily setting up a heavy machine gun. Four more figures are converging on the entrance. Another four are coming around the side to get to the back, but the group can be at the back door before them if it hurries. The spy offers no resistance to Dirk and seems scared out of his mind.

[Gerard_Paloma]

The doorman tips Dirk off to the impending danger.

"Aw shit." Dirk pulls the Ruger and does an about face, dragging the spy along towards the back door. "They coming from the right or left?" Dirk asks the doorman, before bursting through the door and heading in the opposite direction of the assassins.

((Can I get to my car without being right in the line of fire of the guys at the front (i.e. is it parked towards the side or back of the building) or is it right out front? Also, I don't literally smash through the door, but if it looks weak, I try to kick it open. Otherwise, I just fling it open and rush through.))

[CorSec]

((From which direction are the bad guys coming.))

Blaine responds indicating the direction the men are coming from. He follows Dirk closely hoping that they'll have the same luck escaping these guys as they did escaping the cops earlier.

[Alyrium Denryle]

Dr. Lennox losses him self for a moment and laughs in glee as the other car is ripped to shreds, he didnt have anything personally against them, but it was either him, or them, and he as rather proud of his little plan.

"Being able to mess with peoples heads has its drawbacks, but it is damn useful"

[Utsanomiko]

Stavis sits up and looks in the direction of the explosion, then looks around the surrounding area. This was a bit farther than he wanted to go, and certainly in one of the least preferable directions.

"Um... you guys aren't dropping me off here, by any chance? I'd prefer if we'd go back 10 or twenty blocks the other way before we part ways and all that."

((Sorry, been busy for the past 4-5 days, Stupid family bullshit and Spanky dragging me away for his film project any time I wasn't busy. I'll have to add up my exp in the next day or so.))

[Hotfoot]

An Exotic? Maybe some sort of full conversion? Perhaps some sort of genetically engineered creature? Regardless, his first instinct is once again to shoot it and be done with it. It was running...the hunter now becoming the hunted. Now it would be more cautious in its tracking, but just scaring it further into the shadows to return at a later point was never his entire plan...no, instead he would eliminate the immediate threat, either temporarily or permenantly, however the bullets landed. Hoping that he would get a clear shot at his tracker, on his way up the stairs he had taken the time to attach the silencer to his pistol, so as not to unduly arouse the inhabitants of the neighboring buildings...at least not in his direction. As soon as he caught sight of his tracker, he pulled out his gun, an extension of himself as much as technology would permit thanks to the wonders of cybernetics. Once the barrel was lined up with his target, he pulls the trigger twice (OOC: Double tap, which is just going by the gun's rate of fire, IIRC). He will continue firing in that fashion until his target runs away, he runs out of ammunition, or he starts attracting undue attention. If the target goes down, well, then it's just that much easier to shoot at, and it leaves an appropriate message to whoever unleashed that gray freak on him.

"No peeking," He whispered as he half-exhaled the air from his lungs to help steady his aim. A soft, breezing chastigation, followed by the leathal punishment.


Mikal's Current Inventory:

• X-Light Armor
• USP Tactical .45 (In Use, Loaded, Two Reloads)
• Silencer (Attached to USP Tactical .45)
• Combat Knife (Concealed)
• Smoke Pellets (Concealed)
• Stripwire Binders (x2, In Pocket)
• Mirrorshades
• Cell Phone
• Various personal effects

[Arthur_Tuxedo]

Mikal
Mikal vs. pursuer: 2 shots
DF: 20
Adj AT: 7 (12 normally -5 for range)
Final rolls: 8, 17 (2nd still a hit because of natural 10)
Damage: 3 to abdomen

The creature takes the second round, but is not stopped, the full metal jacket round failing to expand on contact with its soft flesh.

Blaine and Dirk: Dirk kicks open the back door with Blaine close behind. The spy offers no resistance and the group gets over to Dirk's car just as the 4 man team rounds the corner.

Benjamin and Stavis:
Dr. Ham mutters "I hope the freaks didn't notice us." This absurd statement is quickly proven wrong as a variety of deformed and deranged freaks, drawn by the loud chase and louder crash, see the car and rush toward it in a mad, gibbering frenzy.

[Gerard_Paloma]

Dirk points to the spy. "You're up front."

He gets in the car and turns to the doorman. "If he pulls any shit, blow his head off." Dirk jams the key in the ignition and turns it. He stomps on the gas and squeals out of the parking lot.

((My car's in pretty good shape, so I'm assuming it starts. If not, then disregarding the burnout.))

[CorSec]

Blaine exchanges a look with Dirk and without asking knows who's sitting where in the car. As they approache the vehicle, Blaine turns to Stacey telling her to get in the back. Blaine follows closely, occupying the seat behind the front seat passenger. Fervent prayers to any and all manner of deities are said hoping that one will hear and start the vehicle.

"If it doesn't start, he's pushing," Blaine says as off the cuff as he can manage.

As he sinks into his seat Blaine pulls his .45 from its holster and keeps it at the ready should the spy decide to get squirly.

[Marcao]

He sighed softly as he glanced at the watch upon his right wrist and noticed that Mikal was running a little late. His facial expression slowly taking the form of a frown as his mind considered what would be the best course of action. He could call Mikal and inquire as to what was going on, but Mikal had always been adamant about being called. He was a man that like himself, generally preferred to not be bothered once he was in the streets. Something as straight forward as the ringing of a cell phone could lead to a life or death situation if Mikal was trying to hide. He muttered softly, his eyes sliding to his mirror and then to the sides. Everything was quiet at the moment, but he had twenty minutes already in this car as he waited for Mikal’s eventual return. He was starting to get restless.

He pressed down on the gas pedal, the roar of the engine that greeted him met with a thin smile. He was good to go, all he needed now was Mikal. He had put on his Kevlar vest before he had made it into the car, and all his weapons were in top shape. All he needed now was to be shown who his targets would be. He remembered the men he had seen in the meeting, and reminded himself that it was nothing personal. He had almost been one of them, but now he would be their end. No life was as precious as his own, and there were precious few people he would risk his life to save. Mikal was one of those people and once again, he hesitated as he considered what to do. Should he call or should he wait? His arms moved, unzipping the large carry case he had packed in order so that his rifle would be ready for access. If Mikal wanted and extraction…he would get one. Of course, he could be worrying for nothing. Mikal could be walking his way this very moment…but he could not help but worry about one of his few friends. Mikal was for all intensive purposes family to him…and family was worth killing for.

[Alyrium Denryle]

Benjamin and Stavis:
Dr. Ham mutters "I hope the freaks didn't notice us." This absurd statement is quickly proven wrong as a variety of deformed and deranged freaks, drawn by the loud chase and louder crash, see the car and rush toward it in a mad, gibbering frenzy.

"You have got to be kidding me? It never ends, first the cops, then a street gang, then assassins, now a quibberng mass of mutants, all in less than an hour and a half... I swear, if I werent an atheist, I would think God is out to get me. Think this car can escape or run them down? Or will I have to get them to fight each other?"

[Hotfoot]

Adrenaline could do many strange things to the human body. Increased strength, endurance, a higher tolerance for pain, and even increased reflexes. The trouble was, like any drug, you tended to crash once the initial burst wore off. The creature would now be harder to hit, as it was not slowing down on account of the bullet. Had it penetrated a leg, lung, or the head, maybe it would have slowed the creature somewhat, but a gutshot would do nicely regardless. Much as Mikal would like to finish this business here, he'd likely waste too many bullets trying to hit the thing at this range, and it would slow itself down soon enough once the initial rush had worn off, and trying to find Mikal after that would be much harder. Satisfied, he heads back down the building, removing the silencer from his pistol and returning both to their respective places. Once that is done, he dials Ernesto's number. When Ernesto picks up, he starts speaking.

"Slight change of plans, I'm going to need a pickup by my place. Make sure you bring your special telephoto lens, the birds are beautiful this time of year, but they are hungry and think we have crumbs," It was an old code system he hoped Ernesto would remember, a way for agents to tell each other things when others might be listening in. Not a challenge for someone to break once they heard it, but it was a question of knowing what to look for. In a sea of innocent conversations, which of them were sprinkled with seeds of hidden meanings?

Upon leaving the building, he returns to walking the street back up to his apartment, not so far away. He would only need to throw a few things into his op bag and he would be ready to go, it was already half-packed with his usual tools, and he kept numerous magazines pre-loaded in the event of a quick operation or defense against a home invasion. Hopefully, by the time Ernesto arrived, he would have assembled the tools and weapons he needed and be ready to go...as well as add a few extra pieces of security to his apartment in case the stalker or his masters decided to leave a message while he was out. Hopefully not necessary, but one could never be too careful.

Mikal's Current Inventory:

• X-Light Armor
• USP Tactical .45 (Concealed, Loaded (10 rounds remaining), Two Reloads)
• Silencer (Concealed, not attached)
• Combat Knife (Concealed)
• Smoke Pellets (Concealed)
• Stripwire Binders (x2, In Pocket)
• Mirrorshades
• Cell Phone
• Various personal effects

[Marcao]

Another two and a half minutes passed before the cell phone on his pocket vibrated against him. His left hand moving to reach for it and bringing it to his ear a moment later. The words at the other end were noted and it took only a moment for the hidden meaning of his words to be understood. His reply was quick and sincere. “you got it. I will be there shortly.” He hung up then, the cellular phone placed back in its pocket as he looked from left to right in order to make sure the road was clear. A second later, his mustang was accelerating down the street.

It took him a handful of minutes to navigate through the streets of the city towards the address he had been given. He did not know the area as well as his own, and there were two distinct times when he had to slow down a tad in order not to attract undue attention to himself. He approached warily, using as much speed as possible but using his augmented eyesight and hearing to its full advantage. It was true, that the roar of the engine when he barreled down the street interfered with his hearing at times, but he could use some of the software to edit out the engine noise. When he arrived to the block in question, his eyes darted from left to right seeking the proper building number. Once it was found, he parked and looked around for Mikal. If he was not seen immediately, he would press the horn three times quickly. As soon as his vehicle stopped moving, his hands were reaching for His G36 and pulling it into his lap. If Mikal needed some cover, he would get it.

(OOC: Spot-Alertness rolls on his approach and when he parks and waits for Mikal. If he sees Mikal and he is a distance away, he will drive off next to him in order that Mikal can jump in the back before driving off. If he does not see Mikal, he will wait in front of the building until Mikal surfaces. If he sees –anything- looking remotely suspicious and or armed, he will evaluate it as a threat and may exit his vehicle before opening up with his G36.)

(note: I will be using Ernesto’s new stats which have –not- been uploaded into the site yet. I mailed them to Heath about two days ago. The new stats are as follow. Ranged 6, Rifle 6, Pistol 5, Hand to Hand 3. I spent all 30 points.)

[Arthur_Tuxedo]

Dirk and Blaine:
Everyone hurries into the car as the foursome hurridly brings up their scopes to aim. Dirk's car is in imminent danger of being shot all to hell, to say nothing of the passengers.

Distance: 10 squares

Stavis and Lennox:
Dr. Ham guns his engine as he turns the car in as tight a circle as he can manage. Two freaks, each over 7 feet tall and looking to weigh at least 400 pounds, are trying to move a roadblock to cut off escape.

Dr. Ham yells "Anything either of you can do right now would be VERY helpful!"

Mikal and Ernesto:
His pursuit driven off when it was wounded, Mikal is bothered no more, and gets to Ernesto's car unmolested.

[Gerard_Paloma]

As soon as the car starts, Dirk throws it into gear and takes a hard left, away from the shooters. "You might want to get down!"

[Utsanomiko]

Stavis shrugs. There isn't a lot I can do here in the back seat that doesn't involve shooting out a window or sticking my head out into the open. Both are bad options, but I guess I'll try my luck at the first one.

He hastilly and unassuradly pulled out the .45 pistol and leveled it next to the headrest of the front passenger seat. He aimed at the center of mass of the right freakish lug.

"If ya don't want a hole in your winshield, say so now." he shouted to the driver.

((Stavis is aiming with this shot))

[Hotfoot]

The stalker had introduced another factor Mikal had been hoping to avoid...someone had followed him. It could have been by chance or it could have been by design, there was no way to tell. In situations such as this, he never assumed it was merely chance. He knew he had some enemies, people who would love to see him dead, or worse. They could strike at any moment, sinister intent wrapped in innocent events. It was always a fine line between watching and living. Too much paranoia would isolate you and make you easier to find. Too little and you are oblivious. This was the edge of Mikal's knife, the way of his life, and it was not easy. Others, men and women Mikal had once looked up to had fallen because they had strayed too far one way or another. He knew it could happen to him at any time, so he learned to be flexible, to change plans at a moment's notice where others might plod on and hope for the impossible.

Followed. Almost back to his apartment. Chances were that if that creature reported back, they would begin looking for him here. He may have to lay low for a while at his crash pad after this job as a result, and he didn't want to come up needing something he had left behind here. Upon entering his apartment, he went directly to his Workshop, where he planned his jobs and maintained his tools. His Work Bag, already partially filled with part of his arsenal, was quickly loaded with his remaining guns, numerous reloads and accessories for each, tools for bypassing security, his computer, even some emergency survival supplies, just in case.

When he was done filling the work bag with his tools of the trade, he grabbed an additional few grenades, setting them up in key positions around the apartment, attaching them to pre-constructed triggering devices, designed to trigger the grenades should anyone attempt to try and invite themselves in. It wasn't a perfect system...enough skill and speed would allow someone to disarm the traps, provided they were aware of them beforehand and not overconfident at having broken through the security system he had installed. Even so, the triggering devices were constructed in such a way that even if disabled without having detonated the grenade, they would have to be reset by hand, a process that was fairly time intensive which most invaders would not bother with, and would tell him if his apartment had been disturbed in his absence just as well as a shrapnel-ridden corpse would.

Finally, Mikal leaves his apartment, gently shutting the door behind him and activating his security system to be on full alert. If it was tripped or disabled, a message would be sent to his cell phone to let him know about it. When Ernesto finally pulled up in his car, Mikal almost smiled as he exited the lobby of his building where he had been waiting. He gets in, putting his work bag in the space behind his seat before he buckles up. On looking at Ernesto, he raises an eyebrow while taking out his pistol and silencer to once more combine them, "Your taste in manufacturers is exemplary, Ernesto, but whatever happened to that rifle you had back in Cuba? Don't tell me you had to leave it behind, I was hoping to see it in action again."

Mikal's Current Inventory:

• X-Light Armor
• USP Tactical .45 (Concealed, Loaded with JHP Mag (12+1), Reloads: 1 FMJ, 1 JHP, 1 AP, 1 EFMJ)
• USP Tactical Silencer (Concealed, not attached)
• Work Bag (Carried, Container)
• G36C 7mm (In Work Bag, Loaded with EFMJ Mag (30+1), Reloads: 2 Mags FMJ, 2 Mags JHP, 2 Mags AP, 3 Mags EFMJ)
• G36C Silencer (Attached to G36C 7mm)
• USAS-12 (In Work Bag, Loaded with Slugs (20+1), Reloads: 1 Drum Slug, 2 Drum Buckshot)
• MP7 (In Work Bag, Loaded with FMJ Mag (40+1), Reloads: 1 Mag FMJ, 1 Mag JHP, 1 Mag AP, 2 Mags EFMJ)
• MP7 Silencer (In Work Bag)
• Grenades (In Work Bag, 4 Frag, 2 WP, 1 Therm)
• Laptop (In Work Bag)
• "Work" Clothes (In Work Bag)
• Various "Work" Tools {lockpicks, electronics kits, motion sensor, etc.} (In Work Bag)
• Combat Knife (Concealed)
• Smoke Pellets (2 Uses, Concealed)
• Stripwire Binders (x8, In Pocket)
• Mirrorshades
• Cell Phone
• Various personal effects

[Alyrium Denryle]

"I cant shoot for shit"

Dr. Lennox concentates, and tries to mess with the minds of one of the mutants... Make him think the other one has burst into flames

((and remember, attribute is 18 now))

[Marcao]

He was quite alert when he slowed and eventually parked as he waited for Mikal’s appearance. When he caught sight of him exiting the lobby quite a bit of tension drainec from his body, his eyes watching as he approached before sliding about one more time. When Mikal got inside the car, he did not waste any time in accelerating away and sliding his car into the street. Within ten seconds, they were heading down broadway. It was only then that he took the time to answer Mikal’s comments about the rifle which he now slid back into a more suitable position. “thank you Mikal, I have always been fond of quality.” He went silent then, concentrating on the road for a moment before continuing.

”I am afraid that my old rifle was appropriated by the same person I hired to get it smuggled here. It was a pity really, I was quite fond of that rifle.” He shrugged, rolling his shoulders. “When I caught up with the man he was quite specific about what he had done with it. Apparently, he had sold it to someone else. He paid for his mistake.” His attention returned to the road for a moment before he spoke once more. “Would you mind giving Stacey a call? I know where I am going, she wrote down directions for me before we left the meeting, but I want her to let her people know that we are expected.”

[CorSec]

Pretty much from out of nowhere, the lyrics to some near forgotten song dances through Blaine's head:

I don't want to be
Going through the motions
Losing all my drive
I can't even see!
If this is really me!
And I just want to be
Alive

Blaine crushes himself further down into the back seat.

[Arthur_Tuxedo]

Blaine and Dirk:
The car squeals out of the parking lot as the goonies open fire.

DF: 20
Adj AT: 12
Final rolls: 22, 16, 20, 13 (that's a 1)

One of the goons apparently had been neglecting maintenance on his weapon, as the firing pin breaks as the trigger is pulled. The other forgets to lead the speeding car in the heat of the moment, spraying bullets into the apartments along an arc right behind the Charger. Dirk sees in the corner of his eye a man who was peacefully watching TV be riddled with holes as a result.

The other goons were better trained. In fact, they were deadly precise, a point driven home by the shower of bullets that rains onto Dirk's pride and joy.

((General location rolls will be as follows, 1-3 hit the general chassis, 4 hits a tire, 5 hits the exhaust system, 6 hits the gas tank, 7 hits the trunk, 8 hits Stacey, 9 hits Blaine, 10 hits Dirk

Thresholds are 3 damage blows out a tire, 15 holes the exhaust system causing a forced stop in 1 hour while 30 causes a forced stop in 1 minute, 5/10/15 pierces the gas tank causing the car to run out of gas in 30, 10, and 1 minute respectively while 30 causes the car to explode , it would take more firepower to really damage the trunk than these losers have but a specific roll can hit Dirk's stuff inside))

How many shots hit: 3, 12
General locations for first burst: 9 (Blaine), 7 (trunk), 6 (gas tank)
General location for Blaine: 3 (arm)
Spec. for Blaine: 4 (right bicep)
Damage for Blaine: None (4 - 20 resistance for having to go through the back seat)
Spec. for trunk: 7 (nothing important)
Damage for gas tank: 2 (7 - 5 Res)

Summary: No important hits

General locations for second burst: 3 general, 1 x Dirk, 1 x gas tank, 3 x trunk, 1 x Stacey, 2 x Blaine, 1 x tire
General location for Dirk: 4 (arm)
Spec. roll doesn't matter since Resistance can't be pierced
General location for Stacey: 8 (head)
Spec. for Stacey: 7 (left ear)
Damage for Stacey: 5
General locations for Blaine: 3, 4 (arm)
Damage for gas tank: None (2 - 5 Res)
Spec. for trunk: 1, 3, 8 (nothing important)
General for tires: 2 (right back tire)
Damage: 6 (tire blown out)

Summary: Stacey's ear hit, tire blown out.

Amid the deafening hail of gunfire, a large popping sound emits, caused by the right back tire being blown out, and Stacey screams loudly as blood streams from the right side of her head. The car quickly turns once free from the parking lot, putting a building in the shooters' paths, but Dirk notices immediately that he's got a flat.

Ernesto and Mikal: Stacey's phone rings as the call connects. So far she hasn't picked up after the 3rd ring.

Stavis and Dr. Lennox: Stavis aims as Lennox tries his mind trick.

((I'm pressed for time and there's really no chance of this not working on these lummoxes, so I won't roll))

The affected lug shouts in surprise and tackles his friend in an attempt to put out the fire. His not at all on fire comrade responds to this sudden attack according to his natural instincts and starts punching and kicking, the obstacle forgotten for both of them. The car is free and clear.

[Alyrium Denryle]

((HEHheheheheehehehehehehhehehehehehehehe))

"That was... almost too easy"

[Utsanomiko]

Stavis is very confused by the inexlicable event. He forgets to move the pistol or take his arms off the seat as he simply gawks in disbelief.

"What the... fuck?" He pauses for a whole second as he tries to find the right exclamation. Some weird stuff's been going on tonight, but that had to be the weirdest. What in Sam Hill was he trying to do? Push him out of the way of the car they were trying to block in the first place? "That... is the dumbest thing I ever saw," he whispered to himself, as he finally put the .45 in his big pocket.