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Shadowrun: Dark Secrets (Causeway x Theris)

You lunge forward at the well dressed man who was waiting at the back of the group, your chrome fist slamming into his gut. Unfortunate you feel something hard yet flexible impose itself between your metal fist and his soft flesh. It quickly becomes clear that the man is wearing much better Armour that the other Sailors, and your able to make out an armored coat underneath his fancy jacket and shirt. You hear Rex bellow behind you, but that's all, not grunt of pain from the other guy. Net continues to scream out his battle cry incoherently until you hear a crack and the cry changes pitch, and Hawk makes a sudden yell, like out of one of those marshal arts movies, and you hear a low grunt follow it.

The Sailors leader smiles at you, clearly amused that your attempt to hurt him, and throws a palm strike at your head.

Sailor Leader Defense, 6, 4, 4, 2, 5, 2, 3, 1 → 2 successes against 5
Sailor Leader Armour, 2, 6, 2, 5, 4, 5, 3, 4, 4, 5, 4, 6, 5, 6, 5, 2 → 8 successes against 5
Sailor Leader Attacks you, 2, 6, 3, 3, 1, 2, 6 → 2 successes against 5
 
My metal fist clangs as it hits his gut, and I look up at his face. So, he's a bit tougher. That makes things a bit more interesting...

He throws a palm strike at my head, and I quickly duck to the side. Looking around, I spot a cheap-looking metal bar stool, and rip it out of the floor. I then swing it at his head!

CyberTits:12D6E5 → 6( (1, 5, 5, 2, 1, 5, 6, 2, 3, 5, 2, 6→ 6 successes against 5) )#Dodge
CyberTits:4D6M5 → 3( (6 2 3 6 3 6 2→ 3 success(es) against 5) )#Melee Attack
8 Strain damage
 
You ripe up the bar stool with ease thanks to your chrome arm, and swing it around in blinding fast arch toward the mans head. His arm comes up to try and lessen the blow, but the metal stool still connects, sounding like a gong as in slams into the side of his head. His feet go out from under him and he lays there on the ground, eyes crossed and trying to focuse. Rex roars behind you once again, and you hear a follow up grunt this time, and one of the other sailors, an orc, stumbles past you, backwards. He runs up against the bar, looking somewhat dazed. Net cries out again and you hear a deep male voice start laughing in response.

Sailor Leader dodge, 6 4 2 5 3 3 3 4 3 → 2 success(es) against 5)
Sailor Leader Armour 6, 1, 1, 5, 1, 4, 2, 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 1, 1, 5, 3 → 3 successes against 5
Glitch! Sailor leader is now Prone, +1 to your Dice pool while attacking a prone target
Sailor Leader Takes 3S Dmg
 
Taking the stool in both hands you swing it around, one of the legs connecting with the back of the leaders head. He lurches halfway up off the ground from the impact before falling flat again, his eyes completely crossed and unfocused. The Orc looks down at the other man and holds up his hands "Alright! alright!, we've had enough" he cries out.

Sailor Leader Dodge - 3, 1, 4, 2, 2, 5 → 1 success against 5
Sailor Leader Armor - 4, 2, 4, 4, 3, 3, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 6, 5, 2 → 2 successes against 5
Sailor Leader Takes 5S Dmg

Reroll init for a new round if you want to keep fighting ^^ otherwise combat ends.
 
I drop the bar stool, and give the orc a death glare. "Get your stooges and get out of here!" I growl, and turn to look at Net. "You okay?" I ask.
 
The sailors slink out of the bar, their Leader able to stand with help. The other man is out cold however and has to be carried by the other two. They cast furtive glances back at you as they leave. Net is probing at his jaw, the side of which is red and puffy, "Bastard got me good" he says, words somewhat slurred, "But I'll be alright." Hawk claps her hands together, a big grin on her face, "Well now that my bloods pumping, lets go see this ship that Mr Johnson gave us" she says. Rex Nods his head, taking a moment to crack his neck,"good workout" he says, and he looks a little smug to.
 
I crack my meat-knuckles, and nod, smiling. "Beating down a handful of lowlifes, and no blood that I have to worry about cleaning up. In my book, a good start to this business no matter how you slice it." I give one last look as they drag their sorry asses out the front door, then turn back to my new team. "Meet you there?"
 
Rex smiles at your words, revealing large pearly white tusks "Any day I get to kick a gangers teeth in is a good day" he rumbles, chuckling to himself. The team seems satisfied with the outcome, more or less, Hawk starts teasing Net about the noise he made when he got hit, and his 'battle cry'. "You sounded like a prepubescent school girl, and that was before you got hit, I don't even know what that was" she says, grinning at the young man. He tries to snarl at her, but is unable to do the sound any justice, so instead he says "Fuck you Hawk", and glowers at her. Rex nods to you "Yeah, we'll meet you there" he says, turning back and relieving Net of his torment. The Troll pulls out a small medical kit and cracks into it "quit your crying, I'll fix your jaw, right as rain" he rumbles.
 
Nodding, I head out the front door, throwing open the doors to the daylight outside with a confident swagger. Finding my ride untouched, as usual, I mount the beast, purring as the souped-up racing engine thrums beneath my pussy. With a thought, I set my commlink to pull up a map to the location that Mr. Johnson gave, and head out, revving my engines a bit for dramatic flair.
 
The sun is high in the sky as you throw open the doors to the Rusty Cutlass, the few people milling around jumping at you energetic exit. In the distance you can make out the crew that had accosted you in the bar mount a small ship at the edge of the docks. You swagger over to you bike, black chrome drinking in the sunlight, the seat warm from the exposure. Hopping on and reeving the engine you feel the vibrations surge beneath you, rubbing against your crotch in a steady rumble. The map pops up on the commlink, directing you to the far side of the docks, and a AI voice starts to direct you. You give the engine a good revving, which causes many of the onlookers to cover their ears or clutch at their heads. The extra power running through your pants and up your pelvis, and you shoot off down the road.

You reach to boat in a few minutes, and for a second you wonder if you at the right place.

Scene 2, Recover any spent Edge

You look around checking out the area, and check your commlink again just to make sure, but yep, your in the right place as far as you can tell. The docks had an upgrade about 30 years ago, replacing the old rotting wood with plasteel and concrete. It was the only urban renewal project that actually worked to some extent. The rest of the district isn't much better then the barrens, except where the megas have placed their influence. the result is an oddly mismatched area with decrepit businesses, worn down warehouses, and giant concrete fortresses.
The Mystic Siren matches its environment perfectly, and not in a good way. The ships paint is peeling , if not completely missing across most of the ship. Most of the metal on board is rusted to varying degrees, and the ship smells like the Head hasn't had a cleaning in several months.
 
I roll up to the dock where the Mystic Siren is currently being moored. It certainly isn't going to win any beauty pageants, that's for certain. Hopefully it won't sink as soon as we put to sea. Looking around, I park my bike, and hop over the side to start examining the vessel in detail, to make sure that the state of disrepair is solely a detriment on its appearance, and there aren't literally any leaks in the hull.
 
Parking your bike you hop off and get a closer look. Despite the ship's appearance, your able to make out the lines of the hull, and are able to tell that the boat is seaworthy. As you stand there inspecting the vessel, a Black Hyundai Shin-Hyungn drives up and parks. The vehicle is larger than the standard model, and it quickly becomes apparent why, when Rex steps out of the drivers seat. Hawk and Net follow after him, Net sporting a stark white bandage on the side of his face. The team walks over to you and they also take a look.
 
I shake my head as they approach. "This is one ugly lemon," I say, "but it looks seaworthy, at least as far as I can tell. Anyone here with marine experience? A bit of a landlubber, myself," I say, sitting down on a bench that doesn't have too many bird droppings caked to it. Looking at Net, I ask, "How's the jaw holding up?"
 
Rex takes a long look at the boat, before scratching his chin, "I know a thin or two about boats, and its not pretty, but seaworthy." he says. Net smiles at you when you mention his jaw, the fact that he can do that at all says he's improved "much better after the lug got finished with it, thanks for finishing the fight as quickly as you did" he says. Hawk gets a disgusted look on her face as she looks at the ship "Is it to much to ask that Mr Johnson at least gives us a ship that's not encrusted in shit, I mean really, that man must make hundreds of thousands of nuyen a week." she says with a snarl. Rex shrugs his shoulders at her reaction, before jumping on-board and rocking the boat a bit with the change in weight. Net looks at Hawk, matches Rex's shrug, and follows the Troll, landing without nearly the same amount of energy. He ducks his head and goes below deck. Hawk throws up her arms "Men" she say, before stalking off "While you too pigs get acquainted I'm going to got get supplies, we'll need food, water... AND CLEANING SUPPLIES!" she yells over her shoulder at the pair.
 
I look over at Hawk. "Need a hand with that? Otherwise I'll try to take a more... objective look around here. See what sort of hardware this lemon's packing. And while I'm at it, see if they have any cleaning supplies stowed away somewhere around here."
 
"I think I can manage" Hawk calls back, smiling over her shoulder, "I wouldn't bother with the cleaning supplies thought, I doubt that boat has ever even seen a sponge." Jumping on board you begin to investigate, The Mystic Siren is a Cutlass class, even your able to tell that much, which means that it should have some pretty big guns on board.

Please give me a perception check ^^ and I'll tell you what you find
 
You check the ship top to bottom, and the smell you discovered earlier was defiantly the head. You find the weapon mounts no problem, and the look to be gauged for some heavy weapons. Checking in the hold you find the ammunition for a Stoner-Ares M202, one of the biggest guns in the world. Counting the crates you come up to about 1200 rounds preloaded in drum magazines. Checking in the living area, you find a small trap door beneath a rug in what was probably the captains cabin. inside you find not 1, but 2 of the Stoner-Ares M202, and unlike the rest of the ship they look to be in great condition.
 
As I open the head, I wrinkle my nose, wishing I had a scent-implant I could mute at this point. Bring bleach. A lot of bleach, I text to Hawk.

"Jackpot," I say when I find the big guns, keeping them stowed for the time being. Not much of a reason to haul them out at this point.
 
Its a few moments before you hear back from Hawk,
Will do

Net comes around the small corner into the living area with you, "Hey, find anything useful?" he asks. Looking over your shoulder his eyes grow larger, "Are those Stoners? Holy Drek!" He exclaims.
 
"You might say that," I say cockily, putting my hands on my hips with a sly smirk. "Got a whole ass-load of munitions down below to go with them. Y'know, I might grow to like this ship. Always did have a soft spot for the ugly but well-hung types."
 
Net lets out a laugh at your comment "Sounds like Rex might be your type too then, poor me, I only match half your criteria" he says, giving you a wink. He looks past you at the weapons again, "pristine condition, well oiled, damn these things look like they just came out of their packaging" he says before pausing for a moment. "I wonder if Mr Johnson got these before giving us the contract he muses aloud. Suddenly the engine roars to life and you both hear Rex laughing above "Yeah baby!" he bellows.
 
"Might have to give him a spin later," I mumble, and look over the guns another time appreciatively. "Y'know, I almost hope he didn't know what he was giving us. Always better to have an edge on Ol' Johnson, if you ask my opinion." I look over the back of Net's head. "By the way, where'd you get your ware?"
 
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