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Shadowrun: Dark Secrets (Causeway x Theris)

Theris

Theris

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Shadowrun: Dark Secrets​


A Pirates Life​

Seattle is a dreary place, even on the best of days, and today just isn't one of them.

Its been a few weeks since your last job, the job that killed the rest of your team. Your alarm on the nightstand goes off, letting you know that it 8:00 am. Just like its always done, but today its just annoying, and after a minute in shuts itself off. you find yourself counting the seconds, waiting for the automatic snooze to end. looking over you'd see that there is a stack of bills on the dinning room table, left overs from last month, that you were planing to take care of with the pay from the last job. Well that was fragged all to hell. At least your trailer is paid for, until next month anyway. Its then that your comlink goes off, and keeps ringing until finally kicking over to voicemail. You hear Dex, your fixer's voice, start up on the little device "Hey Cyber, listen, I know that your still recovering, after what happened. But Life goes on, I've got a job for you, and the pay looks good. Go down to the dockside and look for the Rusty Cutlass dive bar. There's a team there that's in need of some muscle." There's a long pause, "please Cyber, I need to know your alright" he says.

You've known Dex for a while now, he being the one who got you your first job, and every job after. Things have always been professional between you, though you never really became friends, but he always pulled through. Until that last job, you could hear the worry in his voice there at the end, his business mask slipping jut a bit. When you had come back he hadn't taken things well, from what you heard he dipped pretty far into the drink. But a new job is a good sign, and a new team could mean a new start.
 
Normally, bad dreams don't affect me. A pleasant side-effect of having a good chunk of my brain replaced by circuitry, I suppose. But this last run... we ran into some bad mojo. Like, seriously awful. I remember Stardust, our sorceress. Platinum blonde elf, huge tits, skimpy outfits, the works. Great runner, and quite a good fuck too. I saw her explode; not with fire or anything, but like some invisible force had literally turned her inside out...

Long story short, I wasn't sleeping good. I lay there, wearing my usual sleepware of a too-small tank top and thong, sweat on the parts of my body that are still meat. After a while of staring at the ceiling with glowing red eyes, I hear a buzzing in my head. Great, Dex is calling. That's the problem with implanted links, he knows I can hear him. Sighing, I try to ignore the guilty feeling of leaving him hanging, eventually deciding to shoot him a text.

Got your message, Dex. I'm not alright, but I'll live. When do you need me there?

As I send that off, I get out of bed. Time for breakfast. I open the bottom drawer of my dresser, and pull out a small rectangular case. Inside is a long, thick pen-like instrument, a number of sterile-wrapped plastic tubes, and a series of small glass cartridges containing a faintly glowing blue liquid. Taking the pen, I put a fresh tube on one end, and load a cartridge inside.

Bending over, I tug my thong to the side and push the pre-lubed tube up my tightly puckered asshole, pressing the trigger on the pen. The blue liquid squirts into my rectum, and I wait for the Pax to kick in.
 
It doesn't take long for Dex to answer, though he sends a text this time, probably trying to make up for the call.

We've all been there... Can't say it gets better, but you learn to live with it. You've got an hour until the meet

He also leaves you with an address, and it looks like you can make the meeting with a little time to spare. With that knowledge you decide to indulge yourself. The tube slides in easily thanks to the lube, and the dosage of PAX cools your insides for a moment, before a warm tingly feeling spreads up from your rectum and throughout your entire body. PAX is a general physical enhancement drug, gives people an edge for a while, boosted strength and reaction time, and the crash isn't so bad. You feel the effects start to take hold in a matter of seconds, your muscles tighten as the effect passes over them, and for a moment you develop an itch under your skin as your fast twitch muscles shiver. You feel powerful as the drug takes hold, and it shows, both in your posture and eyes.

PAX
Vector: Rectal Injection
Speed: 1 combat turn
Duration: (10 - Body) Hours
Addiction Type: Physical
Effects: +1 Strength & Reaction
Crash: -2 Physical Limit for half the amount of time as the duration.
 
Sighing as my addiction works its way through my blood, I decide to get dressed, and put some actual pants on.

Some time later, I'm on my motorcycle, heading to the Seattle Harbor. All geared up; everything street legal's visible, everything that isn't is tucked safely away.
 
The traffic isn't so bad as you make your way to the harbor, as most people who work at the docks live there too. The city passes you by, the condition of the buildings actively degrading as you pass, until finally you hear a ping in your head that tells you that you've arrived.

The title of diver bar defiantly suits the Rusty Cutlass. the building looks warn and a little run down, the smell of stale beer wafts out the door, alongside other less pleasant smells. Drunkards and a few sailors mill around outside, some stumbling away, other stumbling in. One opens the door wide enough fore you to see inside. You see that there isn't a lot of business going on, after all its not even past noon. The drunkards and a few sailors are the only real customers. Except for one corner, where a small group of people seem to be waiting, one human male, one human female, and a Troll. You can't make out any detail from the door, but that small group has a different look from the rest of the clientele.
 
My bike's a jet black, polished Suzuki Mirage with LED highlights that I've programmed to glow the same color as my eyes. Coincidently, fiber optic hair and LED tattoos also match. Currently I've everything set to a bright scarlet.

I park my bike in the corner of the lot, out of the way and not overly noticeable, setting the proximity alarm. Although I still feel shitty from the last run, it doesn't really show thanks to the PAX. I head inside, spotting the new group. I start heading in their direction.
 
As you approach the doors the men, and a few women stop in their tracks to stare at you. Its clear your not from around here, judging by the people you've seen so far, and they know it. But no one raises a challenge, mostly they just stare, your fiery hair and glowing ember tattoos drawing their gaze just as much as your eyes. As you draw closer your able to make out details about the people in the corner, and you notice something odd as well, in that none of them seem to have taken notice of your approach.

The man on the right is dressed in what looks like combat gear, a sleeveless green shirt, pants with multiple pockets, and thick boots with metal caps on his toes, and he has at least a dozen different devices strapped around his body. His eyes are distant, like he's staring at something no one else can see, and the open connection ports on the side of his head kinda give away what he is just as much as his equipment, His hair is cropped close to his skull, and dyed an unhealthy shade of red. Next to him is the Troll, who you can tell is male now that you are closer. He is dressed all in leather, and the big bastard has a few hundred wires running down his skull and disappearing into his duster, The nest of cables hiding his horns. Without looking in your direction he motions to you with a giant hand, calling you over. Lastly the other Human looks native american, with tanned skin, Black braided hair, and beads and a few feathers for decoration. she's dressed in soft leathers and a white tank top, and has a tribal tattoo on the side of her neck that you can see. She's drumming her fingers on the table and you swear that you can see sparks every time they strike. As you approach the troll opens his hand and a small drone flies past your ear to land in it.

As you draw even with the table the troll looks your way, deep set blue eyes evaluating you. "Your the new girl" he says, clearly a statement rather then a question, his form is hunched over slightly. "Names Rex" He says, his oversized hands fiddling with something small and clearly delicate, probably the drone.
 
I look the team over with a practiced eye. First guy's a Decker, most likely. Troll's obviously a rigger of some sort, and Miss Mystic's got some flavor of mojo, but I'm not familiar enough with magic to pin down which, exactly. I suppose I'll find out soon enough.

I don't react to his first statement, at his second I say, "Hello, Rex." I don't sit down yet.
 
The Decker pulls his gaze away from whatever screen he happened to be looking at to give you a nod. "Call me Net" he says, pale blue eyes looking you up and down. Now that your closer your able to see that he's not in bad shape, nothing like the troll, but decent for human, and epic for a Decker.

The woman looks over at you as well and gives you a wolfish smile, her dark brown eyes giving you a one over just like the Decker, "Well aren't you a cute one, names Hawk" she introduces herself. Now that your closer you can see the tattoo in greater detail, a stylized bird of some sort, and are able to catch winks of others beneath her sleeves and around her neck. She had a decent rack, and looks to keep herself in shape, if the definition you can see beneath the shirt is any indicator.

The girl motions for you to join them, "Your just in time, Mr Johnson is suppose to join us anytime now" she says. Rex snorts at the comment "The first time a Mr Johnson is actually on time I'll eat Drek" he says without preamble.
 
I nod at Net, and smile at Hawk. "Hello, Hawk," I say. "Those of any importance call me Cyber-Tits." As handles go, it's a decent one, but it can sure make introductions like this awkward. Of course, I keep my rack defaulted to Double-Ds most of the time, including now, but I resist the urge to pump them up even more. Sitting down, I nod. "They can take their time, I charge by the hour."
 
They all stare at you for several seconds as your handle processes. Then as one they all look down at you chest for a second, as if waiting for something. Then Hawk's face splits into a grin and she meets you eyes again "Well, its a pleasure to meet you" she says. It takes Rex and Net a couple of seconds extra before they look up as well, both have a slight blush, the human more then the troll. Rex Laughs at your comment "Your my kinda girl" he says with a grin, and slides his still full beer over to her.

A few moments later Ork comes in through the back door, he looks around for a moment before spotting your group. He walks over confidently, "Net?" he asks, once he's within earshot. He's dressed in a 1000 nuyen suit, with a with a red undershirt and a black tie. His blond hair is fairly long and tied back into a tail, and his grey eyes seem to sparkle in the light. When Net nods his head the man sits down in an empty seat. "You Mr. Johnson?" the troll asks, though its clearly just a formality. The ork smiles "indeed I am, now down to business, I really don't want to be hear any longer than I have to" He says before taking a deep breath, wrinkling his nose at the smell. "There's a cargo-ship making its way from Asia and intends to make landfall here in Seattle, this ship is carrying a new product to market, I want it at the bottom of the ocean." he says, a grim smile on his face. Mr. Johnson takes out a folder from inside his jacket and lays it down on the table. "The details on the item in question are in here, along with the keys to the Mystical Siren, a Cutlass class" he says.

Net raises his hand, "and what about payment?" he asks, looking Mr Johnson up and down. "Ah yes, of coarse, I have 5000 for each of you, half now, and half when the jobs done, sound agreeable?" the Ork replies with a smile.

Please give me a perception roll ^^
 
I smirk as they blush; it seems these folk aren't as hardened as my previous team, if my handle and boobs are enough to take them off balance. Not sure how well that bodes for us...

Mr. Johnson enters; not the most original getup, but tradition is tradition, after all. I lean forward a bit as he speaks; I've made a habit of using my cleavage to my advantage. A pirate raid? Sounds interesting. A ship carrying a new product to the market is to be sunk. I don't care what the product is, doesn't matter.

"That depends on what sort of heat the ship's packing," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

CyberTits:8D6E5 → 2( (1, 5, 5, 3, 4, 4, 2, 2→ 2 successes against 5) )
 
Mr Johnson, nods his head at your question "My sources tell me that the only thing protecting the ship is its crew, and a small team of 'Asset Protection Agents' likely just a unit of generic security, hardly a threat to the likes of you" he answers you. His eyes flick down to your chest, just for a moment before they return to match your gaze. Its such a quick motion, that most people would have missed it if they weren't paying attention.

Behind you, you can make out soft snarls and curses, chairs scrapping against the floor, and boorish laughter. The wave of stench hits you next, unwashed bodies, sea-salt, fish, and blood. Turning your head just enough to get vision with one eye, spot a new group at the bar. They look like hard types, filthy, with stains on their clothing, most of witch look suspiciously like blood. They look to be getting rowdy, talking down to the other patrons and being a general nuisance. The group is also slowly making their way to the back of the bar, where your table is located.
 
The corner of my mouth turns up slightly as his eyes flick downwards, but otherwise I pay it no mind. I look at the others to see their response.

I see the newcomers out of the corner of my eye, but do not make any other movement, save for a slight tilt of my head. At best they're a rougher group of sailors, worse than that some gangers. Local color, either way. As they get closer, I loosen my katana in its sheath with a flick of my thumb, and flick my head in a slight motion in their direction.
 
Rex grumbles under his breath, but otherwise doesn't make any overt forms of displeasure. Hawk taps at her lower lip in thought for a few moments before shrugging "sounds simple enough, though I have to ask why your not hiring actual pirates for the job, surly they would do better" she says. Mr Johnson nods at her question, "Pirates would likely steal the product and sell it themselves, only claiming they sunk the ship, no, I want professionals, people who will actually do what I pay them to do" he answers. Net looks at the other members of the team, his eyes resting on you as well, "Looks like we're in then, any objections?" he asks, and the others shake their heads.

The others notice you flick of the head, Rex releases the small spy-drone from his meaty fist, Hawks eyes change color from their dark brown to a sparking purple, and Net gets a far away look, his hand twitching like he's going through controls. The other group continues to draw closer, and suddenly you hear some excited whispering from their direction, and a pair of hurrying footsteps.
 
I track the sounds of the hurrying footsteps, and wait until they are nearly on top of us before turning my head, hand going towards the hilt of my sword. This doesn't seem terrible, but I don't want to be caught off-guard.
 
Two members of the five man group have come over. Both men look like mangy diseased animals, with torn clothing, matted hair that is clearly not its original color, and shifty eyes. Each of them smells like an outhouse, and their breath stinks like rotten meat. "Hey there pretty lady, how about you come on over and hang out with some real men" the one closest to you says, while his partner attempts to sweet talk Hawk into joining them as well.

Hawk actively seems to have turned her nose up at her... admirer, "How about you take a bath first, you mangy fleabitten animal" she counters the man. A looks of disgust clear on her face, though whatever power she was gathering before seems to be gone now, as her eyes are back to their original color. Rex and Net are both watching the display, their eyes locked, and their bodies tense, ready for a fight.
 
I stand up, looking the two of them over. I stare the one closest in the eye for a while, my LEDs taking on a more angry red color. After a moment's pause, I ask, "What backed up sewer did you get dragged out of?" in a perfect deadpan. "And would you kindly crawl back into it?"
 
The man just stares at you for several seconds, then he glowers "Oh is the high and might bitch to good for the likes of us, well I'll show you" he says and reaches out to grab your arm. His partner, also rebuffed also makes a move, trying to grab a hold of Hawk. Before his disgusting fingers can touch you a giant, well muscled arm reaches past your head and grabs the other mans wrist. You watch as the muscles flex lightly, seeming to increase in mass for a second or two, and you hear the other mans wrist pop. "Back off, they lady doesn't want anything to do with you" Rex says behind your back. He's standing now, and you can almost feel his physical mass behind you. Net stand up to help Hawk, but when the sailors hand touches her it drops, and the man stares at it wide eyed for a second as it flops like a limp noodle.

Mr Johnson gets up, from his seat and tips his head to you and the others "well ladies, gentlemen, I see that you have some business to take care of, I look forward to hearing about your success" he says, before sauntering out the back door. Everyone staring at his retreating back as he walks out. "Fucking Johnson's" Rex rumbles behind you, and the sailor stares at him "What did you just call me?" he snarls, though it sounds more like a squeak, and throws a left hook at the arm that's holding him in place. The other man screams at whatever Hawk did to him, and lunges for her, and you see the other three sailors try to rush forward, throwing people out of their way, or slugging them. Just another day in Seattle.

The two sailors closest to you are human, while the other three trying to get to your team are 2 orcs and a human, the human actually being fairly well dressed, even if the clothing needs to be burned.

And start
 
The man recoils as his fist slams into a solid wall of muscle, and as he pulls back he sees you fist coming for his face. In a panic he twitches away, the metal in your arm grazing past his cheek, and scoring a small scratch along the flesh. Rex growls behind you and brings his own ham sized fist down towards the mans head. You hear his scream as he stumbles back, backing just far enough that Rex's fist only manages to box his ears.

On the other side of the table Net dives over the smooth wood, swinging his arms wildly as he tries to connect with the other sailor, who steps back far enough to avoid him entirely. He lunges forward again, aiming a low blow for Hawks stomach only to find her lazily dancing away. She give the man a grin and lashes out with her foot, forcing the man back again to avoid the punishment. Your adversary steps in to face you again, his eyes wild as he throws a wild blow at your head. The rest of the sailors bummrush past the other patrons, leaving one on the ground clutching at his head. one orc steps up to face Rex, while the other gets closer to Net. Oddly enough the last man waits a couple of steps out of range, body tense and he wait for an opening.

Sailor attacks you, 5, 3, 5, 3, 3, 4, 1 → 2 successes against 5
 
Defense: CyberTits:11D6E5 → 2( (2, 3, 2, 6, 5, 4, 4, 1, 4, 1, 1→ 2 successes against 5) I think that means he misses?

With my cybernetically-enhanced reflexes, I throw my head back as he throws his meaty fist at my head. I want to end this fight now, but escalating things to that point is going a bit over the top. That doesn't mean I can't slug him again; I deliver a chop with my black-chromed hand at his throat.

Just realized I forgot to include the effect of the PAX to my last rolls, will do so now.
CyberTits:12D6E5 → 6( (5, 4, 4, 6, 5, 6, 2, 3, 5, 2, 2, 6→ 6 successes against 5) )#Melee Attack
7 Strain Damage
 
Yep, you got more hits on you dodge roll so he misses ^^
You blur forward, cybernetic knife hand strike slamming into the mans throat, causing him to begin coughing violently and clenching at his neck. Rex snarls, throwing a wild blow over your head, trying to put the fool out of the fight quickly. His meaty hand slams against the Sailors cheekbone with a satisfying meaty sound. causing him to stumble.


Sailor Dodge (6) 2, 3, 6, 5, 1, 3 → 2 successes against 5
Sailor Armor (13) 6, 1, 2, 4, 3, 3, 5, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 5 → 6 successes against 5
Sailor takes 4S Dmg

Your turn again and then a new Init round starts, so reroll initiative ^^
 
You slide up next to the Sailor as he is reeling and deliver a quick chop to the back of his neck. He drops like a sack of bricks, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and his mouth hanging open. He is still breathing and will probably wake up with a wicked headache in a few hours. You spin around, eyes dilated to take in the situation, 1 Sailor down, no friendly's injured, and 4 punks left.

So improvised weapons have a reduced Acc depending on their size, so furniture and other larger objects have a Acc of 3, while a frying pan has a Acc of 4, and the larger the weapon the bigger the DV bouns, though because they were not made to kill the DV is Stun, so a chair would be something like Str+2S while a frying pan would be Str+1S, and so on ^^

Sailor Dodge = 6, 2, 2, 3, 3 → 1 success against 5
Sailor Armour = 4, 1, 6, 2, 4, 3, 1, 6, 5, 2, 3, 3 → 3 successes against 5) )
Sailor takes 6S Dmg

New combat round, You get first turn at Init 21
 
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