Shadowrun RP: Greed is good...
 

OOC: Alright, this is my first time with an RP, so I'm still getting the hang of when to post a new thread. Perhaps in the future people want to suggest when to start a new thread?

The Safehouse

After everyone got back to the safehouse, and Mendel confirmed that the chips were the right one, they discussed what to do next. They would need to get the chips back to the Johnson, and they would also need to pay back, or try to pay back, what they owe for the gear they got from Diesal. They knew that since this was their first job, the Nuyen wouldn't be great, but they figured they would manage and that a new job would be availabe soon enough. Also, they still needed to get some transportation of their own at some point since public transportation may not want to ferry customers under heavy fire...

OOC: Basically, you need to pay back Torn, Diesal, and get the chips to the Johnson, then you need to get ready for the next mission. And Luocorn has now posted, but is still going to need to join up at some point.

OOC: How much Nuyen did we/will we get paid?

OOC: I'll probably be ambiguous, but I will give a general idea when the time comes...

Patch listened in with his laser mic, as much as he would have liked to wait longer, it wouldn't be prudent to do so. Two of his adversaries had passed out from exhaustion already, a third had been drinking alcohol since he had arrived back at the hotel room. The forth member seemed to be intent on deck activities, which probably ment he would be a decker, and therfore a non-threat. The fifth was the only one who might be a problem, he hadn't been doing much, and from all likelyhood he was one of the splats who had a good arsenal. Patch hated taking chances, but it seemed that the only way to complete this mission, and fulfill his contract, was to take a big risk with this operation.

Ok... Here goes nothing... or everything.

Patch carefully aimed his Ares Alpha at the hotel room and let loose with a flash grenade, a gas grenade, and even a concussion grenade just in case. If that didn't at least stun them, he didn't know what would.

Covenant watched the grenades pass in. A spin kick knocked the gas one out, and his sunglasses polarized to stop the flash grenade. When the electromagnetic field shot out, his coat deafened it. The noise made his ears ring though. He stumbled back, and got out into the hall.

"Okay, whoever just did that is getting his ass kicked."

Mendel watched the first grenade bounce in, and as Covenant jumped up to kick it away Mendel shoated, "Grenade! Move!" He grabed the case of chips and ran for the door, but before he got there the flash one went off. His cybereyes adjusted to the sudden blast (OOC: Glad I put in flare compensation now...) and went for the door, just as the concussion grenade went off, hitting everything with an invisable wave of pure force, and threw Mendel into the hall, stunning him.

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Flecks of glass flew through the air. All of them seemed to linger in stasis. His movements were a blur.

Getting up from the floor, he had seconds to choose what he needed to do. Throwing his arms up and over his ears he rolled into the far corner. Eyes closed, ears covered the flash and concussion grenade's effects were dampened.

But he still felt it.

Drawing his gun as he rose, spinning to face the window as he did so, he noted that Angela was unconcious still, Cov and Mendel were no longer i the room, and Drek was pointing his shotgun at ...

(OOC: Um... I’m sorry to say, but I fired the grenades through the window, So while I could have come up the stairs, I didn’t. Sorry Demon, your gonna have to change your post. And I wanted to wait until the other two had posted to post again, but since it's been twenty four hours without them posting, I'm just going to say that Dante was still passed out, and IMHO was taken by suprise.)

Patched had slung his Alpha across his back and checked again that the line was secure, as the commotion in the hotel room reached a critical mass he slide off the roof of the building beside it and half climbed, half swung over to the hotel. As he stiffened his legs, and used his momentum to break the remaining glass on the window he tucked himself into a ball and rolled to his feet, tossing one more grenade into the hallway where three of the targets had already fled.

Not waiting to watch the grenade go off he pulled his dart pistol out of it’s holster and almost blindly fired off two into the girl still on the couch, and two into that man who seemed to be to stunned to even move.

OOC: Argh... too caught up in other stuff to post... Let's see... I'll have to RP... a KOed person? Damn, Luocorn, do you know how hard that is? ^^

BIC:

Angela had stirred slightly upon hearing the flashbangs - 183 decibels and 2 million candelas would wake up anyone bar a corpse - but was too groggy to react properly. However, she was conscious long enough to see Patch fire a couple of darts into her as he made his entrance. She immediately tried to activate the trauma dampeners' stimulants, but the fast-acting narcotic was too much for the system, and she drifted off into reluctant sleep again.

ooc-Feh, I'm not even sure if I'm in this RP anymore. Or, if I am, which character Truance would be. (Doesn't drink, doesn't tire out as he has less movement to deal with than the others, and while he hadn't been doing much he didn't have many guns)

ooc-I'll post/edit when I'm sure.