IC: A Short Victorius War, A Living in the Shadows Game Options

[WinterRat1]

21:00:30 Sunday January 7, 2063 - Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

Arriving at the table, Daedalus comes to a stop about a foot from the table, enough distance to be respectful of the mobster's space but close enough to be private. Dragon stands about a little bit behind and to the left of the rigger, dividing his attention between their conversation, the Japanese and elf tandem, and the rest of the restaurant's assorted goons, enforcers, and soliders.

" Vinnie , I presume? We have a friend in common." The rigger waits for the mobster to look up, and when he does, Daedalus continues, "I'm Daedalus . I believe you have something, several somethings actually, that belong to me."

[Shadowrunner13]

21:00:30 Sunday January 7, 2063 - Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

When Tenmou's sake never arrives, the runner simply shrugs. He types a text message to Erebus.

"Delivery time. Keep your eyes peeled."

Lightly tucking the package under his arm, Tenmou made his way towards Vinnie. He arrived at the table with the package only slightly behind two other runner types. He faded back and hoped his business would not interfere with theirs, or vice-versa.

[Cedric Rolfsson]

21:00:35 Sunday January 7, 2063 - Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

Oh sweet bloody frag! The drek is going to hit the fan now!

Erebus couldn't help but notice the stir Tenmou caused, he felt like a center of attention enough all by his lonesome, and the tension level in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.

The two heavies covering Vinnie were twitchy enough just by nature, then the pair of runners jander right up to Vinnie's table and start a soft voiced conversation, and in the middle of that Tenmou heads over to the table with a box large enough to hold a SMG or a large explosive.

Erebus didn't bother to hide his interest in the events unfolding at Vinnie's table, at this point it wasn't going to make much difference if he pretended indifference or not. He was sure everyone in the bar had an eye on the unfolding scene, after all what is dinner without a show?

Hell, all we need now is a tiny, bright yellow car to roll up and a dozen clowns to jump out. This show is so wiz we should be selling tickets at the door.

[WinterRat1]

21:00:36 Sunday January 7, 2063 - Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

Noticing the Japanese guy approach and stop at a reasonable distance, Dragon kept his senses tuned and his body ready to move. It was starting to get a little bit on the ridiculous side of tense, so many possible players, so many things that could happen... if just one person decided to get a little jumpy, this whole thing could get really ugly, really fast. Still, there was nothing to do but wait for Vinnie to respond, and hopefully, to ease some of the tension.

[Tiredronin]

21:00:36 Sunday January 7, 2063 - Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

"I'm Daedalus. I believe you have something, several somethings actually, that belong to me. I got your message and I was hoping to be able to conclude our business soon."

He could feel the hairs rising on the back of his neck as he noticed what seemed like the weight of the whole room became focused on a point just behind him.

Holding his tone calm, he continues, "and, while that is the primary reason we are here, I also wanted to talk about something else that may be of interest to you."

But first things first, where is my gear.

[Shadow]

21:02:00 Sunday January 7, 2063 - Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

Vinnie continues to chew the food that was already in his mouth. He finishes and puts down the news fax letting his left hand fall below the table. With his other he carefully wipes his mouth with the table white hand cloth. He looks up at the unlikely trio for a second then speaks in his heavily accented baritone.

"Let me get this strait, your the mook whos van got pinched crossing the border. Whos the slant, one of your friends?"

[Shadowrunner13]

21:02:00 Sunday January 7, 2063 - Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

Choosing to ignore the racial slur, Tenmou opts to step forward and even bow to the ignorant Italian.

"I am not with them. I do have a message for you. I was told to say, 'Time to pay the piper, Vinnie'."

Hopefully, Tenmou thought, the other runners will not act adversely to that statement...

[Shadow]

21:02:05 Sunday January 7, 2063 - Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

You could hear a pin drop after Tenmou speaks.

"You think this is going to be easy you little bastard!"

The large twin barreled shotgun seems to materialize in Vinnies hand as he swings it over to point directly at the three.

"You can tell those damn Yaks that it will take more than a setup to take out 'ole Vinnie!"

[Cedric Rolfsson]

21:02:05 Sunday January 7, 2063 - OK Corral aka Spaghetti Palace Auburn

Oh drek.

Erebus watched, stunned to immobility, as Tenmou walked right into the middle of what looked like a developing fight to deliver the package. He couldn't believe it, it looked as if Tenmou had found the worst possible moment to make his approach and deliver the recognition code.

Then everything Erebus had been afraid would happen did.

He saw the gun come up above the table level, and heard Vinnie's shouted challenge, as he planted his hands on the sticky synth-mahogany bar, tucked his left shoulder and rolled over into the bartender's space. The rush of adrenaline and the way the world seemed to slow down let him know that his boosted reflexes were online, and made the crash of his glass breaking into a long drawn out scream. His feet found the floor and his brain flashed into that strangely peaceful quiet of the Void, where he became almost a disinterested observer as his body reacted to combat stimuli. As his right hand found the grips of his Predator he had one final extraneous thought filter across his conscious mind before he surrendered to the Void.

I'm never going to get paid.

[Shadowrunner13]

21:02:05 Sunday January 7, 2063 - Spaghetti Palace Auburn

As Vinnie draws his weapon, Tenmou can't help but think one word:

"Crap..."

[WinterRat1]

21:02:05 Sunday January 7, 2063 - OK Corral aka Spaghetti Palace Auburn

I don't believe this clown! Asian guy like that walks into a Mafia joint while syndicate tensions are running high and he delivers a message like THAT? Hell, why not just make the password 'I came to jam with your wife', or something along those lines?

Trusting his reflexes and his armor to protect him in case the drek hits the fan in the next few milliseconds, Dragon does something drastic: goes for peace. Not that he's any less ready to pull the Guardians and get down to biz, but in this case, peace is definitely the way to go.

Calmly and carefully, Dragon shifts slightly to open up his field of vision as well as his fields of fire, and says, "No setup! Ask!" He motions to Tenmou so there's no confusion as to who he wants Vinnie to ask to explain the situation.

Come on...work...this isn't a day I want to get into a gunfight. Not here, not now, not like this, and sure as hell not for this.

[Shadow]

21:02:05.5 Sunday January 7, 2063 - OK Corral aka Spaghetti Palace Auburn

The Mafioso to Dragons left, closest to the bar reacts to his boss toting the shotgun like a kid released from Summer break,

"Grease em," he gleefully yells while dropping to one knee and pulling out a very heavily modified Ares Predator. The weapon 'clinks' as he draws it, a spring loaded front handle drops down. The mobster pushes the gun out in front of him.

The roar of a three round burst in such close quarters is deafening. The little gun bucks in his hands as he sprays the trio.

[WinterRat1]

21:02:05.5 Sunday January 7, 2063 - OK Corral aka Spaghetti Palace Auburn

Drek! Well, there goes the neighborhood. Stupid fragging bastard! Why couldn't you just fragging let the man explain himself? No one made a fragging move except you!

Cursing the trigger happy mobster, the worst-sense-of-timing messenger boy with the worst-password-EVER, and whatever the frag it was that made Shifty even consider using this son of a slitch Mafia rat bastard who was so damn trigger happy it was a wonder he managed to find anyone to do biz with him at all, Dragon instinctively whipped the paired Savalette Guardians out of their holsters as bullets whipped past him. As soon as he did, crosshairs blazed to life in his eyes, as the smartlink kicked into play. Unfortunately, he couldn't concentrate on the crosshairs because his attention was divided between the two guns, forcing him to aim and fire manually with the benefit of the link.

Damn it to hell, I didn't want it to come to this, but this hoopfragger's left me no choice. Now that he's started shooting, this whole place is going to turn into a damn shooting gallery in no time flat. Maybe if I can take his goons out Vinnie will listen to reason. I might regret this later, but I'll sure as frag regret it now if I let these bastards turn me into a human swiss cheese. Speed and quantity over accuracy. I don't want to kill these guys, just put them out of the fight long enough for cooler heads to prevail. I hope.

Yelling, "Gel rounds!" to convey his nonlethal intent, and to hopefully reinforce the notion that they just wanted to talk without getting killed (spirits, was that too much to ask?), Dragon squeezed off rounds in rapid succession. First he sent a round at the goon who was firing, then a pair at the other goon, hoping to take him out before he could even draw his weapon, before sending a last 'warning shot' at the bartender. Not to hit him, but to make him think twice before getting any funny ideas.

Come on, call timeout already, let's talk, and then we can all go home in one peace, as opposed to pieces...

[Shadow]

The staccato roar of Dragons heavy pistols fills the room as he spins to shoot 3 different targets. His first round smashes into the chest of the trigger happy mafioso who rolls with the momentum across the floor as he continues to spray and prey.

The goons first three round burst heads toward Tenmou at 1300 feat per second. His second burst flies at his assailant. Smoke and flash fill the room form the auto and semi auto fire.

The bartender raises his hands and moves back, but its a ploy. A thin wire appears in his hands and he lunges for Erebus. His large hands try and fit the wire around the Samurai's neck.

[Shadow]

21:02:05.5 Sunday January 7, 2063 - OK Corral aka Spaghetti Palace Auburn

The second man shot by Dragon stumbles a step back as the Gel round impact with his chest. He grunts as he drops to one knee from the force of the blow.

Dragon spins forward and ends with his back to the bar to avoid the incoming burst aimed at him.

[Cedric Rolfsson]

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[Cedric Rolfsson]

21:02:05 Sunday January 7, 2063 Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

He was almost taken by surprise by the bartender, when he stepped back it looked like he was going to try and stay out of the fight. Of course, almost is an awful big word in a situation like that.

The barkeep was a big norm of obviously Italian ansectory, broad and thick he looked like an older athlete who'd put on some weight around the middle but still had plenty of muscle under that fat. He reacted quickly and well, light on his feet for someone his size. The bartender's arms whipped into motion and Erebus caught the flicker of light on the garrotte. Actually not a bad choice for a barkeep, many patrons would be looking the other way towards the main part of the bar and would be in perfect position to be bent backwards over the bar with a garrotte, effectively hung.

Erebus safely tucked away in the Void, distantly noted the threat, instantly cataloged the terrain and decided that there was not enough space behind the bar to allow him to extend the conflict and use his reach advantage. He opted for the unexpected, instead of retreating he advanced.

The left hand he'd raised to try and forestall an attack he used to slap the barkeep's arms together, effectively spoiling his assault. He lunged forward to meet the bartender, his right hand rising from the grips of his Predator in a stinging backhanded slap to the other man's face.

The bartender blinked once at the blow, looking more surprised than hurt, then the surprise turned to anger and he bore in with a enraged roar.

[Shadow]

21:02:06 Sunday January 7, 2063 Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

Wounded but not out, Tenmou blocked the pain and agony from his body. using techniques mastered in thousands of hours of training he put the pain in a box and closed the lid.

His leap forward sidestepped Daed and Dragon and landed him square in front of the machine pistol wielding maniac. Tenmou pushed forward with his weight, his fist forming a square and moving out from the center of his body.

Lead with your furthest two knuckles. All the weight of your body strikes with those.

The voice of his old Sensei echoed in his mind as he started the attack. The mobster had some formal training in hand to hand, but he was unprepared for the ferocity of the oriental mans attack. The loud kia split the air as they engaged. The maniac blocked, parried, and stepped backward trying to bring the barrel of his pistol to bear on Tenmou. The oriental man lead with his fist, waited as he was blocked and then snapped kick forward. The ball of his foot landed squarely in the mobsters stomach. The man dropped to his knees exhaling the air in his lungs with a 'oof'.

[Shadow]

21:02:06 Sunday January 7, 2063 Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

Tenmous move caught the Second mobster of guard, he hadn't expected the wounded man to rush past him like that. But the more dangerous threat was obvious. The duel wielding Samurai standing spitting distance of his boss.

He had seen the move done a hundred times, and had always been ding to try it himself. He leaned forward, through his right shoulder down and tucked his head. He rolled clumsily on his side and came up with his Ares Pred in both hands. The weapon bucked twice as he fired nearly point blank at Dragon.

Vinnies thrust his shotgun out at his two assailants, yelling obscenities he pulled the trigger aiming roughly at Daedulus. While firing he was trying to move deeper into his booth, hoping to not get hit in the crossfire between the runners and his own men.

[Tiredronin]

21:02:06 Sunday January 7, 2063 Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

Narrowly sidestepping the rain of flechette spewing from Vinnie's gun, Daedalus realizes that the situation has passed far beyond the realm of reasonable discussion or even threats.

Quickly considering the non-subdual nature of his own ammunition, he reaches for the Ingram Smartgun hanging at his side and thinks to Dragon:

I'm lethal, you get Vinnie.

As his own smartlink reticle blazes to life, Daedalus sets the target squarely on the would-be action star mobster...

[Shadow]

21:02:0605 Sunday January 7, 2063 Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

The Smartguns hammer falls and blazes away instantly. The gun roars as it send 4 rounds at its intended target. They blast into the mobster stitching a line up his left arm. The impact sends him sprawling on the floor in a heap.

[Shadow]

21:02:0605 Sunday January 7, 2063 Spaghetti Palace - Auburn


Erebus conintues to struggle with the bartender. He manages to plant his knee in the mans stomach and then slam him in the back as he is doubled over.

[WinterRat1]

21:02:0605 Sunday January 7, 2063 Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

Whirling smoothly to clear Daedalus’s line of fire, Dragon wastes no motion and uses his momentum to bring both pistols to bear on Vinnie. Shifting his body ever so slightly to stay aware of the Mafia soldiers while keeping his sightlines and fields of fire open, he yells at the Mob Boss, “Drop it!”

Meanwhile, he communicates to Daedalus, “This is it. If he doesn’t give up now, I’ll knock him unconscious. I’m through playing around with this trigger happy maniac.”

[Shadow]

21:02:0605 Sunday January 7, 2063 Spaghetti Palace - Auburn


A sudden silence washes over the bar. Dragon can here the sounds of screams from the eating section as people scramble to get out of the fight. A few broken bottle from stray bullets fall to the floor and shatter.

Vinnie is attempting to reload his shotgun when Dragons booming voice echoes over him. He stops and lets the gun fall.

[WinterRat1]

21:02:07 Sunday January 7, 2063 Spaghetti Palace - Auburn

In the tense silence that follows, Dragon speaks loudly enough that everyone in the room (at least the combatants) can hear him, but calmly, rationally; projecting his voice but not yelling, as he often did on the parade grounds.

“Listen to me. If we were here to assassinate you, why would we do it this way? Why would we repeatedly call for a cease-fire? For that matter, why would we even bother to give you a warning or message? Why not just come in and start shooting?”

He motions with his head at the elf behind the bar and the Japanese man. “I don’t know who these two guys are or what their biz is with you, but I’m guessing they aren’t here to kill you either, judging by their reactions throughout this whole thing. For me and him,” he motions to Daedalus, who still has his SMG readied, but isn’t blatantly pointing it at anyone in particular, “we’re just here to complete a business transaction with you, that’s it.”

“So how about it? Why don’t we all just take a deep breath, calm down, and maybe talk things out instead of letting our guns do the talking for us?”

Dragon looks at Vinnie, waiting for an answer. As a sign of good faith, he slowly lowers his weapons so they’re pointing at the floor, but his instincts and reflexes are on high alert, his body tense and ready to spring into action if anyone shows even a sign of making a hostile move.