Topic: Small Fry with a Side O’ Mayhem (Read 371156 times)

Sethaniel · « **Reply #350 on:** October 12, 2015, 07:25:54 am »

Simon shrugs and goes back to the ship.

Drakilian · « **Reply #351 on:** October 12, 2015, 04:56:31 pm »

"Don't think so, let's get going guys." Crystal says through the mask, following simon back to the ship once Gilbert sets down.

killa_robot · « **Reply #352 on:** October 12, 2015, 06:58:02 pm »

Hearing everything over the com, Gilbert lands the ship.

"I hope there's somewhere to park the ship this time..."

Tanstaafl · « **Reply #353 on:** October 12, 2015, 07:03:53 pm »

"Okay! See ya guys later!" Waving goodbye to the dopey teens, Ethel Clarke marches her way back to the ship.

On the way and out of the Reds earshot, she says to he comlink, "So what are we gonna do? Trap 'em? Tesla ain't gonna give over his brother without a good reason y'know."

Drakilian · « **Reply #354 on:** October 12, 2015, 07:17:57 pm »

"If we actually manage to get to Tesla?" Crystal says, questioningly.

"Seems simple enough. Beat his ass till he tells us where his brother is. If he gets too close to dying I fix him up and we go for another round till he gives it up."

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #355 on:** October 13, 2015, 07:29:17 am »

113th Street Underpass (from left to right, 5ft scale per square)

Gilbert flies the Plan B to what looks like a completely abandoned neighborhood, where 113th Street passes under the Long Avenue Highway. The area is completely devoid of life, except on the busy raised thoroughfare - its four lanes zooming with traffic - bypassing the sprawl high above the decay. With no direct access points into the neighborhood from the highway, its commuters are insulated and oblivious to anything going on below.

Some gutted row houses and an abandoned elementary school sit on the west side of the twenty-four foot high concrete wall of the overpass, while a grassy knoll and a burned out residence are on the east side. The knoll climbs up toward the highway, but falls short of the top by ten feet; while the entire roof of the burned out residence has collapsed into the building itself - leaving a hollow two-story shell.

It occurs to Gilbert that some skillful flying could set the scout ship down through the open roof - allowing it to land onsite, but still be hidden from view off the street...

killa_robot · « **Reply #356 on:** October 13, 2015, 05:22:48 pm »

Gilbert tests his luck an attempts to skillfully land the craft in the safe hiding spot.

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Computers 17+2X 1d20 : 16, total 16

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #357 on:** October 13, 2015, 06:18:54 pm »

Gilbert punches a landing algorithm into the ship's computer and the Plan B slowly maneuvers itself down through the hole in the roof of the burned out residence.

Things go smoothly, and the ship settles evenly atop the debris piled inside the house, where everything had fallen in on itself.

Drakilian · « **Reply #358 on:** October 13, 2015, 07:52:46 pm »

"Smooth landing Gil", Crystal says into the micro-coms while exiting the ship. She's going to examine the burned out residence to make sure there's nothing suspicious going on around here, using her bug detector just to make sure nothing's off.

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #359 on:** October 14, 2015, 05:51:40 am »

The burned out residence is nothing more then the four outer walls with the roof and floors all fallen into the basement - filling the basement completely and creating the pile of debris the ship is currently set down own. Walking around inside is hazardous, as the debris shift around a lot under foot, but the Plan B itself seems to have pressed everything down far enough to be stable. The Plan B also takes up almost the entirety of the inside space, so there's not much room to walk around inside anyway.

All of the windows in the walls are broken out and only the front door remains intact. Crystal finds no bugs or evidence that anyone has been inside for a quite some time.

Not Aman · « **Reply #360 on:** October 14, 2015, 06:23:22 am »

"Sweet landing Gil." Butch says, as he steps out, wearing his armor and keeping his sawwed off hidden in his coat.

"We got three hours to burn, I guess. Anyone worried this might turn sour?"

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #361 on:** October 14, 2015, 11:40:45 am »

Jacob exits the ship to stand next to Butch.

"Might be able to set up a sniping position on top of that abandoned elementary school."

Sethaniel · « **Reply #362 on:** October 14, 2015, 03:03:50 pm »

Simon waits on the ship.

killa_robot · « **Reply #363 on:** October 14, 2015, 05:07:07 pm »

Gilbert exits the aircraft and waddles over to the bridge. He'll scope it out to determine the best locations to place charges in order for it to collapse smoothly.

After he's done, he'll inform the group that he thinks they should set up the explosives, and what that will entail (based on what he scoped out before).

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Demolitions 14 1d20 : 13, total 13

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #364 on:** October 14, 2015, 06:44:05 pm »

Walking into the underpass, Gilbert see that the concrete and steel structure is far too durable to collapse with the team's meager stash of dynamite and 'discount' C4. At best, Gilbert could probably rig one of the massive steel 'I' beams to drop out from under the road above - the thirty-five foot long, three foot tall, foot and a half wide, beam would do a number on anyone unlucky to be beneath it.

Alternately, explosives could simply be set along the walls of the underpass and hidden with debris. The enclosed space would amplify the blast, plus any shrapnel the debris would cause...

Drakilian · « **Reply #365 on:** October 14, 2015, 07:04:36 pm »

"Uh, why?" Crystal asks.

killa_robot · « **Reply #366 on:** October 14, 2015, 08:30:21 pm »

Gilbert considers setting the explosives, but decides that unless the entire bridge will be going down, it's not ~~cool enough~~ worth the effort.

"I'm going to just stay on the ship when they come... So yeah, good luck." Gilbert announces, playing a (gambling) game on his phone.

Drakilian · « **Reply #367 on:** October 14, 2015, 09:01:53 pm »

Crystal tries to figure out which positions hostiles would be most likely to run to in a firefight for cover - and will ask Gilbert to set up small explosives in the various areas, leaving a select few clear for her and the others' use. If it came down to a fight such measures could save them a lot of effort.

Tanstaafl · « **Reply #368 on:** October 14, 2015, 10:42:54 pm »

Ethel gets out of the ship with a yawn. "You go do that Jacob, but don't get too happy with the trigger. We don't wanna kill anybody. I think."

Hands in pockets she sets up her own in remote-controlled explosives hidden inside the various clusters of debris in the area, presumably where Tesla and his crew would be appearing from. "If it gets gnarly out there," she calls, "stay away from these. If there's like, 20 reds out there this could help clear the field. Or not. It'll be fun though. Can always pick 'em up later if this somehow works out."

Not Aman · « **Reply #369 on:** October 15, 2015, 06:39:05 am »

"Alrighty. With Jacob up sniping, we got coverage, we got explosives. I think talking should be Simon and Me. Crystal and Ethel find some place to hide and jump out if needs be, yeah?"

"Gil, can you watch for their arrival? It'd be helpful to know how many they be bringing. Could tell us what they plan on doing."

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #370 on:** October 15, 2015, 06:44:04 am »

Jacob heads over to the abandoned elementary school to set up, as Crystal and Ethel get busy hiding a few claymores and other nasty surprises.

A few minutes later, Jacob comes over the comlink - "Heads up folks, we got visitors. Don't think they're Redjacks. I got your backs if things get funny."

Nine ninja-like figures suddenly rappel down from the top of the overpass on either side; trapping Ethel and Crystal in the underpass.

The faux-ninja are armed with an assortment of katanas and small pistols, but are not currently brandishing any of them. Their leader, a leather catsuit wearing Goth guy with super-long black hair, has a pair of SMGs holstered across his chest.

"The name's Black Ace ladies." he says to Ethel and Crystal (apparently unaware of the ship hidden in the burned out residence with the rest of the team).

"We're members of the 'community watch' and are a little concerned for your personal safety."

"You realize that standing under a bridge in this neighborhood is just asking for trouble, especially when those dirty dealing Redjacks are involved."

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OOC: Ethel and Crystal are in the underpass with Steel Rats on either side; Jacob is set up on the elementary school; Butch, Simon, and Gilbert are in the burned out residence and/or ship, but can see the situation out through the windows.

Tanstaafl · « **Reply #371 on:** October 16, 2015, 01:38:04 pm »

Ethel stares the man uo and down, confused by his attire, name, and goofy entourage. Staring him in the eye while holding back laughter, she responds, "We can take care of ourselves, thank you."

It appears like she wants to add to that, but failing to come up with some sort of witty burn, Ethel merely continues, a bit confused. "Wait, so you're like, Black-Jacks? And they're the Redjacks... When'd you two set that up?"

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #372 on:** October 16, 2015, 01:48:21 pm »

"Blackjacks?" What? No!" Black Ace scoffs - "We're the Steel Rats. We hate those stupid cavemen!"

"You know," he continues, "some 'suits' came around a few days ago. Met with the Redjacks right under this bridge. I guess things didn't go quite like they planned, cause the suits lost all their money and their skins."

"Now the Redjacks got more Writ than any other gang, which is bad for everyone."

"You weren't planning on meeting them here tonight were you?"

"We'd hate to see the Redjacks take advantage of you and get even more than they have now."

Drakilian · « **Reply #373 on:** October 16, 2015, 02:33:48 pm »

Crystal takes her hand off her weapon, where it had been ever since the ninjas had dropped.

"Maybe we can help each other out then. You can get some blood and we can get what we came here for."

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #374 on:** October 16, 2015, 04:35:09 pm »

“So, you are meeting with them,” Black Ace replies with a nod.

“You must be after whatever it is that they’re hiding. It’s what the suits came out to negotiate a buy for. Something worth quite a bit of writ I’d imagine.”

“Yeah, if that’s what you’re after, then the Redjacks plan to off ya for sure. This underpass is one of their favorite spots for wet-work.”

“Any deal you think you have with them is just a lie to get you here.”

Black Ace shakes his head, as if at the sad image of Ethel and Crystal being done in by the Redjacks.

“What time is your meet?” he then asks.

“If you give us money – weapons – or money for weapons, we’ll watch your back.”

“See, we’ll hide up under the bridge beams and when the Redjacks try to jump you, we’ll come down and help you put the hurt on them. We’ll even help you beat any info you need out of Wingman – free of charge.”

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #375 on:** October 16, 2015, 04:40:34 pm »

Crystal Evaluate 12 1d20 : 13, total 13
Ethel Evaluate 7 1d20 : 19, total 19

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #376 on:** October 16, 2015, 04:41:24 pm »

Black Ace seems sincere in his hate of the Redjacks and his offer to help...

killa_robot · « **Reply #377 on:** October 16, 2015, 06:44:06 pm »

Gilbert decides to see if he can find any information on Black Ace.

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Computers 17+2X 1d20 : 8, total 8

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #378 on:** October 17, 2015, 05:53:13 am »

Gilbert quickly finds that the Steel Rats are just another rival gang competing for turf in Little Jersey.

They are relatively smalltime, compared to the other major gangs, and are known for their love of ninjas, spelunking, and parkour.

Black Ace, the leader, is wanted locally for breaking and entering, theft, and running an illegal street fighting ring.

killa_robot · « **Reply #379 on:** October 17, 2015, 11:08:31 am »

"I don't think we should trust them", Gilbert whispers through the com, lowering his head from the window slightly.

"See if you can get more information from them. Like how they knew we would be here, or how they knew what happened to the previous deal."

Gilbert says.

"...Also tell them real ninjas don't use guns."

Drakilian · « **Reply #380 on:** October 17, 2015, 11:20:08 am »

Maybe the redjacks payed the aces to help with the first group, then took all the money and weapons for themselves. I bet the aces want vengeance now. If they help us with the jacks, they might damn well turn on us after.

Crystal puts her hand to her ear, as if turning on the coms (despite them already working).

"You hear that gang? Good, talk it over."

Putting her hand back down, she continues:

"Sounds good to me, the team's talking it over. Hey, how'd you know what happened to the last deal anyway? Or how we'd be here, for that matter?" Crystal asks.

Not Aman · « **Reply #381 on:** October 17, 2015, 12:46:52 pm »

"I dunno, if they were working with Red, then theyd have waited for the Redjacks to attack and then take us out quick. Doesnt make sense otherwise." Butch says.

"We should pay them a bit, and see where that takes us."

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #382 on:** October 17, 2015, 02:12:07 pm »

Quote from: Drakilian on October 17, 2015, 11:20:08 am

"... Hey, how'd you know what happened to the last deal anyway? Or how we'd be here, for that matter?" Crystal asks.

"Suits started showing up a week ago; so it was in everyone's best interest to keep tabs on them. They arranged a meet with Wingman and our guy saw it go down. Not that we wouldn't have known anyway - the Redjacks like to brag about their scores."

"As for you guys? Well, we don't get ships landing around here, unless something big is going down. We saw your ship coming in, and since this is Redjack territory, and you just happened to be here at 'deadman's underpass', we were able to put two and two together."

Drakilian · « **Reply #383 on:** October 17, 2015, 03:28:06 pm »

Crystal takes a second to lean against something, pressing her tongue against her teeth, holding her hand up to her chin, playing at appearing pensive.

"How much are you looking to get paid for this?"

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #384 on:** October 17, 2015, 06:44:45 pm »

"100,000 writ should cover our expenses," Black Ace replies to Crystal.

"Though, if that's too steep, we'll do it for half price, if you give us dibs on the Redjacks' firepower afterwards."

Drakilian · « **Reply #385 on:** October 17, 2015, 07:00:13 pm »

Crystal pretends to consider the secondary offer.

He did say the Redjacks got some pretty good stuff from the "suits", so to speak. Corporate goodies probably worth a hell of a lot more than 50,000 Writ.

"How much help would we be getting from you in exchange?"

Tanstaafl · « **Reply #386 on:** October 17, 2015, 07:08:10 pm »

"Dunno why you want money from us at all," Ethel states, turning her head. "We're helping you as much as you are, us. A big blow on the Reds is totally radical for you guys, and you have us helping you in that. Mutualism in our symbiosis, right? We both win."

Drakilian · « **Reply #387 on:** October 17, 2015, 07:13:20 pm »

Crystal scoffs internally.

The money isn't for their help, it's to give us a chance to make sure they help before the Redjacks kill us. If we don't pay they'll wait for us to duke it out then kill whoever's left standing.

She keeps her mouth shut though, interested in what Black Ace has to say.

What's with the pilot-themed nicknames anyway? Black Ace, Wingman... ridiculous.

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #388 on:** October 18, 2015, 01:15:41 pm »

"We'd be putting a Hit on the Redjacks," Black Ace replies, "Around here, a Hit is going to cost you 100 large; so you're getting your money's worth."

"Like I said, the fact that the Redjacks want to meet you here, is proof they're just going to rub you out."

"We'd like to turn the tables on them though. Use the element of surprise. Get them into the underpass and we'll drop down on them from above."

It occurs to Crystal and Ethel, from Black Ace's apparent willingness to drop down into the underpass, that the Steel Rats don't know about the claymores and explosives Crystal and Ethal just placed. Whether that could be used to the team's advantage remains to be seen.

Drakilian · « **Reply #389 on:** October 18, 2015, 04:40:15 pm »

Crystal pretends that she's listening into the coms. Then she speaks, a regretful tone in her voice.

"I'm sorry, the team's a little too unsure about the circumstances around this arrangement..."

She purses her lip, as if she's about to refuse - just to see whether or not the Ace has any sweeter deal to offer.

If he doesn't interrupt with something of his own then Crystal will make her own offer.

"30,000 writ now, triple that when the job's done."

She shrugs,

"Just can't really trust you not to run off with the money if we give it all at once. You understand, right?"

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #390 on:** October 18, 2015, 05:12:40 pm »

Black Ace tilts his head, puts a hand on his chin, and breathes in deeply, as it seems Crystal is about to refuse, but then perks up and grins happily at her offer.

"30,000 up front, the rest (90,000) after the cleanup - sounds fair enough. You can tell your team that you have a deal!" he says, offering a hand to shake on it.

Drakilian · « **Reply #391 on:** October 18, 2015, 06:10:06 pm »

Crystal puts out her own hand.

"Sounds good then."

After shaking, she speaks into the coms - "Gil, you get that? Pull the money together while the rest of us all set up."

Then, in a lower voice if she thinks she can get away with it, "Also, keep an eye out in case the Steel Rats are hanging around the ship."

Not Aman · « **Reply #392 on:** October 20, 2015, 07:08:01 am »

Once the Steel Rats move into position, Butch quietly moves over to the wrecked house, hiding. If the redjackets attack, he'll hopefully be able to move in fast enough.

Sethaniel · « **Reply #393 on:** October 20, 2015, 01:03:06 pm »

Simon is bored with waiting in the ship. At least outside has a potential explosion. And highly visible ninjas. Might as well go with the girls.

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #394 on:** October 20, 2015, 05:52:00 pm »

Enter Wingman

Black Ace takes the money, while his 'ninjas' pull their ropes down from the overpass. Then they all toss grapple-hooks into the underside of the bridge and scuttle up into the darkness between the beams like spiders on a web line. There they stay hidden, waiting for things to turn ugly.

Everyone else takes their position.

Time passes, the sun sets, and darkness falls - the zooming lights of the cars on the highway above creating dim streaks of illumination as they go by. The underpass itself is pitch black, until the Steel Rats drop down some battery lanterns for Simon and the girls.

When the Redjacks finally show up, they arrive on both sides of the underpass at once. From the west, Wingman and two Gang Lieutenants ride up on motorcycles; each armed with a holstered pistol and police riot guns resting across their laps. Wingman (a large bleach-white haired Russian) also wears a police armored vest and has a string of four military hand grenades hanging from a bandolier across his chest.

From the east, two pickup trucks race up and screech to a stop blocking the road. Six gang members emerge from each, toting pistols and baseball bats.

Lights, from the motorcycles and trucks, beaming into Simon, Crystal, and Ethel's eyes make it hard to see the Redjacks.

Wingman stops about thirty feet from Simon and calls out – “Well? What do you want?”

Not Aman · « **Reply #395 on:** October 21, 2015, 12:42:31 pm »

"I'm in position." Butch says as the Redjacks set up.

"Try and draw out the gangsters into the streetrats, yeah?"

Drakilian · « **Reply #396 on:** October 21, 2015, 12:47:53 pm »

"No need" Crystal says quietly into her coms, leaning against a wall, her head down, eyes darting from side to side.

"We can kill them all where they stand, it's Tesla we have to worry about. Jacob, you have a bead on his lieutenants?"

Sethaniel · « **Reply #397 on:** October 21, 2015, 02:08:24 pm »

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Wingman stops about thirty feet from Simon and calls out – “Well? What do you want?”

Simon strikes a dramatic pose, only very slightly undermined by his diminutive stature and eclectic wardrobe.

"Revenge! We seek vengeance against the nefarious forces of LifeCyclon!

We heard they were trying to unjustly imprison your brother, just like they did to us."

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Bluff 7 1d20 : 10, total 10

BerkaZerka · « **Reply #398 on:** October 21, 2015, 02:48:16 pm »

Quote from: Drakilian on October 21, 2015, 12:47:53 pm

"... Jacob, you have a bead on his lieutenants?"

"Yeah, got them lined up," Jacob replies over the comlink.

Tanstaafl · « **Reply #399 on:** October 21, 2015, 04:38:04 pm »

"Yeah," Ethel pipes up, "Life Cyclon is filled with fascist-corporate pigs! We need to talk to your brother about it and protect him from their clutches!"

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Bluff -3 1d20 : 9, total 9

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