IC: Bleeding Edge Options

[gobogen]

"Count me in."

Turning to Mickey, Nick and the others: "You Edgers will see that I am worth being part of your gang. Let's blow up these punks!"

[Buddha72]

"Charming." She digs into her backpack and begins to fish out credsticks. "Last time kiddies, how many in this motley crew?"

[Fresno Bob]

"Well, let me think. We've got Mother, Tech- wait, no he died. Junkie, Reptile, Painkiller, and Sue. Widow, Mickey, Me, Blitzkrieg, Beast, Diablo, Bishop, Ricks, Kake, Ja-wait, he's dead, too. Buck To-wait, dead. Bruised, Trem-no...dead. Trash and Shaman and Tyler and...no, they're all dead...Oh, and uh, Girl.", Nick says, looking up and ticking off members on his fingers.

"Er, well, that's 16, 'less I forgot anyone."

[last_of_the_grea...]

"You forgot Yellow!"

[Buddha72]

"Right, let's do this. I'll throw out 6 credsticks and you all can figure out who's doing the work." She counts out six sticks and tosses them to the ground by the dwarf. "The clock is ticking so good luck." With that she hops on the scooter and it's engine roars to life, sounding just like a high performance crotch rocket. She gives a nod to blonde muscle man and tears off down the street.

The blonde adonis smiles as he walks to the car. With a quiet purr the engine turns over and he glances at Blitz. "A pleasure doing business with you." and drives away.

[Fresno Bob]

"Fuckers. Who the fuck do they think we are?", Nick says, squatting down to pick up a credstick.

"Well, I'm going. 2k is good for me."

[Digital Heroin]

`Two kay a 'ead? Fer killing? Sounds like they're funding my hobby...`

Blitz gets a shit eating grin on his ugly old mug.

`Lets get at 'er...`

He heads off to the room he'd claimed, to pick up some gear. Namely the cop car door.

[last_of_the_grea...]

Mickey watches and decides to let others go on this run. Someone had to watch the fort. "I'll stay here this time. My phone is on if you decide you need some support. Don't hesitate to call. Those of you who go, perhaps I could convince you to donate a little to the gang's coffers? After all, we're going to need a few things to set us up right."

[Large Mike]

Girl leans down and picks up the stick. "I'll bash some heads." Out of the corner of your eye, you see Widow smile approvingly, and adjust the knife at her belt. Kake also bends to pick up a stick, choosing not to explain his actions, judging by his silence. Finally, the hobgoblin that followed from the old neighbourhood steps up to the remaining sticks. "I know that I'm not even really a member or anything yet, but I have no place else to go, so I'll do whatever I need to in order to impress someone enough to hand me colors."

You notice that his english was well above the par set for the Barrens. He gingerly picks up a stick, and hands it to Mickey. "I do this for the glory of the Bleeding Edge."

[Digital Heroin]

Blitz catches wind of Mickey's call for money for the coffers, and he cranes his neck around.

`Consider one of those sticks for the gang. Anyone touches it, they talk to me.`

He's ready to bust heads on general principal.

[gobogen]

Reptile approaches the pile of credsticks, hesitates, and then turns back to face the others.

"I'm not doing this one for money. I'm doing this for the Bleeding Edge. This is the gang's money and I'm not part of it yet."

[Grey]

"I'll go, you'll need a little mojo support. Besides, its been a while since I've done anything like this, it should be fun."

Turning to his girls, Ricks says, "You girls stay here with Mickey, I don't want your goods getting messed up. Play nice while I'm gone, eh?"

[last_of_the_grea...]

Mickey takes the credstick from the hobgoblin, then nods approvingly at all those doing it "for the glory of the gang." 2500 smackers could get the bare bones. Some tools to make repairs on the place, basic furnature, lots of ammo and food...hmmm...looks like they'd need more yet.

"Those not going on this little hunt, let's go through the building and make a list of repairs that need to be done and things we need to get. I want to turn one room into an armoury to store extra weapons in, another into a "war room." We'll need a place for planning sessions. We'll not get caught off guard like that again!Today we get organised! Nick, remember, just 2 dead. The rest live. Make sure that's how it happens." He wanted to go. He really did. However, he had a tendency to lose it in the heat of battle. No, this was a run for cooler heads like Nick, Blitz and Kake.

[kevyn668]

Looking at the gangers aound him in turn, "Hell, I'm in." Sue turns to Mickey, "You can consider this one on the house, if ya know what I mean."

Sue draws the Preditor and checks the action and the load, "Nick, are we apha team or omega team on this one?"

[Fresno Bob]

"Bollocks to that, we're team Spinebreakers. Much easier to remember. Let's pack some intimidating shit, too.", Nick says, getting his Armored Jacket on, and taking his Defiance out of his duffel bag. He puts some extra shells into his pockets.

"Here's the plan. We go in, Sue and I cack a guy each, then the rest of you rough em up. After that, we throw them and all their shit out. Sound good? And I want at least half the money going to the gang."

[Grey]

Ricks speaks up, "Everyone that is going needs to be wearing something that IDs us as friends. If I summon up a spirit to confuse the bad guys, I don't want anyone getting caught up in it."

[gobogen]

To Nick: "Sounds good, yeah. But if you want me to ONLY rough 'hem, then I would need some gel rounds to put in my baby." The word sounds pretty bad coming out from the mouth of an ork, but at least Reptile here refers to a firearm and not to a person. He takes in his right hand his AK-97 from the left side of his belt, under his jacket. The gun is steel-covered and almost shiny when you look at it. Reptile seems to treat it gently when manipulating it and his eyes glow with excitement.

To the gun: "We're gonna hurt people real soon, don't worry, but we cant kill 'hem. Boss says so." Reptile has waited for this moment a long while and it will be great to feel the boost of adrenaline in his veins again.

To Ricks: "Tell me what to put on for your special friend to recongnize me. I guess I cant wear the colors since I have not earned them yet, but maybe you can tell him that I have a green scaly pattern on my jacket, I dont know a whole lot of people wearing this..."

[Fresno Bob]

Nick raises his eyebrow and slowly nods.

"Yeah...gel rounds. Good idea, that.", he says, getting some gel rounds for his shotgun out of his bag.

[Large Mike]

Yellow obviously can't bear to see the two remaining sticks just left there, and decides that she's lived a hard enough life that if anyone is going to deny her her right to earn some money, they can say that from inside a closed coffin.

She steps forward and goes to pick up the stick with her flesh hand, but remembers to learn to start using the oversized hunk of metal grafted onto her other arm. You notice she's already painted 'MONY' on the the knuckles of her cyber-hand.

[last_of_the_grea...]

Mickey picks up the last stick. "The Bleeding Edge coffers have 5000 nuyen in them. When we have settled in, what's left over will be for Bleeding Edge needs as a whole."

[Large Mike]

Widow seems to mumble something under her breath. (Only those that get a 5 or better on a perception test can hear.)

[Grey]

"Hey, can we pick up some paint and just paint a red slash on the our backs? That should be good enough, and I'm gunna need some Gel rounds for my Predator. Oh and Mickey, I'll put a ward up around the building when I get back."

[JongWK]

"I'm in. I'm itching for a fight after being kicked out of our turf."

[kevyn668]

@ Nick: "Sounds good, omae. I can do intimidating." And with that pulls out the sawed off double barrel shot gun and displays the inscription on its sides :

Warning: Do Not Stand In Front OF

He rests the boomstick on his shoulder and gives the crowd a feral grin.

[last_of_the_grea...]