[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:52pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]

Initiative Roll:

Double post, ignore this one.

Alright, initiative order is:

Riot
An Peng
Wolf
Doc
Jonny
Cody
Triad Mooks
Yak Mooks
Kim

@Riot: The truck is Pilot 3/Maneuver 3, and you'd need admin access to drive it remotely. Security access would let you force it to stop moving and kill the engine, but not maneuver it.

Lay out your first IP worth of action for this turn, and your other IPs if you'd like to put in some contingency plans.

@Others: You may post your own actions as well, with the understanding that I will take them as they become relevant and place them into context.

Also, when I get a moment, I'll put together a little map of the battlefield.

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:51pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

Upon seeing the various Triads and Yakuzas starting to draw down, Riot decides to spoof out the command to truck in front which would serve a dual purpose. First, the truck would back into the intruders, pushing them aside or potentially hurting them. Second, it would create a gap in the traffic, providing a passage through the traffic and away from the ensuing combat.

IP 1 =

IP 2 =

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:51pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]

The truck in front of you suddenly starts rolling backwards, and turning to your right. One Yak and two Triads are in the way of the oncoming truck and effectively forcing them to make a run for it lest they be run over.

An Peng turns in fury on Jonny and unleashes a blast of fire at him. Jonny rolls to one side, avoiding the brunt of the blast and winding up on his feet.

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:51PM| In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]
Doc Opheliac | Pan = Passive | SIN = Ophelia Smokehaven

Inside the back of the van, the Doctor kept an eye out on both groups, holding her shotgun at the ready in case it needed to be used.

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:51PM| In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]

Standing up straight, Jonny draws both of his pistols - a move you're sure he's practiced more than once - and snaps off a pair of shots at An Peng. The first goes astray, striking the back of the oncoming truck, ricochetting off with bright sparks. The second makes contact, but the big troll manages to turn and take the bullets to his side, and you hear them thudding into the armored plates in the long coat he wears. He grunts under the impact.

The rest of the mooks move for position, trying to find some cover to fire from, or have already invested their actions in self preservation.

Seeing an opening, Riot makes use of the space vacated by the truck and hops the van's driver's side wheels up onto the concrete divider. He quickly opens it up and drives along, half on the median, bypassing the piled up cars that block the way along the back. In the rear-view you can see An Peng making for cover, and Jonny takes a couple more pot shots at the back of your van. The first puts a hole in the back door, high up, while the other creases the rear fender area, just missing the tire.

You pour on the speed and are quickly out of range of further fire.

Squealing to a stop at the corner of 6th and Havana, you look around, trying to catch your breath.

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:51pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

As the plan Riot had developed is occurring with success, he fires off his last spoofing command to rush the truck forward into the median, in hopes to block either "interested" party from tailing them.



Snapping back out of VR, he maintains control of the van with the help of the AR interface. Damn, I wish I could put this on a highlight reel, he thinks to himself. Now that he's back in the meat, he takes a second to look around, hoping they avoided getting followed.

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:51pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi

When shit hit the fan, Kreskin, like the others, seemed to sit lower in their seats, but otherwise seemed to be trying to figure out if Riot was going to be able to get the van out of there, if they would have to fight, or if he was going to have to make a break for it. Luckily, Riot created a distraction, and was able to use that distraction to make an escape. Other than a few bullet holes in the van, everyone seemed okay, and once their escape route closed, they were able to quickly put some distance between the van and the violence - hopefully neither side would let the other pursue them, and they'd have time to lose them both.

"Well," Cody began, once they had gotten clear of danger. "I think that went about as well as it could have. Nobody died and we didn't come out of there owing anyone anything." He clapped Riot on the shoulder, when he came out of VR. "Fantastic driving, man, and helluva trick with the truck."

As they continued to drive, he kept his eyes open for other vehicles that might have be following them, or for side-streets they might take to shake any unseen tails.

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:51pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

Kreskin slapped Riot on the shoulder, telling him good job. "Thanks buddy. But we're not outta the woods yet, so to speak. Plus, I hope the Koshari don't hit us with a repair bill....I would not want to see the underside of this thing."

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:51pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi

Kreskin smiled, and stayed positive. "If this delivery is as big a deal as it seems... and we manage to pull it off... I don't think they'll quibble about a few dings in the van. And, hey, if we don't manage to pull it off, that probably means we're dead, so they still won't be slapping us with the bill."

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:51pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

"Ha, way to look on the bright side, Mr. Optimistic. Anyone hurt back there?"

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:51PM| In van, in CAS, 6th & Havana]
Doc Opheliac | Pan = Passive | SIN = Ophelia Smokehaven

As the bullets started firing, Doc Opheliac instinctively crouched down a bit, an impressive feat considering she was considered short even by dwarven standards, and held the shotgun tight. She kept her eyes and ears open as they continued driving, but became less tense as they managed to escape, though no less alert.

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:55pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow

When Jonny gave the command to kill the Triads, Kim just wanted to hide and focus on protection against magical attacks. Before she could even drop the mindlink, she felt the van moving. Seconds after that she felt relieved none of the triads had thrown a grenade through the window she had just opened.
A little later Kim became very curious who had won the fight and decided to take a look astrally.

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:55pm | In van, in CAS, 6th & Havana]


Everyone breathes a sigh of relief, and Doc notices a woman, an ork woman with bright red hair in an unruly pony-tail, paying a good deal of attention to your van as you screech up to the intersection.

Wolf gets a ping on his commlink.

<<@Wolf: I take it that's you in the white GMC that just came barreling up. You got a tail, sugar?>>

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:55pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]


@Kim: You go astral once more, and quickly head back to the site of the gunfight. You see six auras there, quite worked up, one of them channeling mana and flinging blasts of elemental fire. It looks at this point to be a stalemate, with at least one on each side down or fled.

You snap back to your body with ease, as the distance is so short.

[quote name='J. Packer' date='Dec 24 2010, 04:18 AM' post='1022621']
[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:55pm | In van, in CAS, 6th & Havana]


Wolf pulled out his comm yet again, glancing at it briefly. "That should be her." he said before sending a quick response to Peaches.

<<@Peaches: It's us. Looked like they were too busy killing each other to bother tailing us but can't be sure.>>

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:52pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

"I'll take it from the lack of screaming that no one is hurt back there."


[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:55pm | In van, in CAS, at 6th & Havana]

When Wolf tells Riot that Peaches is right there, he assumes he means the red haired ork chick. As he pulls the van up to where she's waiting on the side of street. Before she get's in, he looks to Wolf, "Not bad huh?"

Figuring that she's a street chick, Riot decides to lay on the charm. She is, afterall, a coyote. Might be a useful contact to know in his work with the Ironsides. Plus, she's kind of attractive. "Hey babe, jump in. Pleased to meet you and thanks for helping us out in a tight spot. I'm Riot. Here's Angel, Doc, Kreskin, and I'm sure you're familar with Wolfy. He's our big teddy bear. So, where too?

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:55pm | In van, in CAS, at 6th & Havana]

You get a closer look at the woman as she hops into the proffered open door. "Well hello, sugar! I never mind doin' a favor for our mutual friend Raven." It's hard to pin down an age, especially with orks, but Peaches has to be pushing thirty, with tell-tale crows feet in the corners of her eyes and pronounced laugh lines around her mouth. She speaks with a molasses-thick Georgia accent.

"You drive on into this here parking structure, and you take it on down to the lowest level."

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 6:03 pm | In van, in CAS, heading to UCAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

"So Peaches, anything we should know about this passage? Last coyote took us through some crazy Aztlan or Aztec ruins. Looks like we were able to scare off a potential ambush. Any hotspots down this one?"

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 6:03 pm | In van, in CAS, heading to UCAS]
Kim: PAN = active | Fake SiN = Angel Snow

Kim seems to have been wrong about everything and can’t figure out how to proceed from here. She doesn’t want to make a choice between Suzuki and these guys, so she just sits there quietly and hopes it will all be over soon.

[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 6:03pm | In van, in CAS, heading to 6th & Havana]
Kreskin | PAN = passive | Fake SIN = Cody Demasi

Kreskin tried to remain confident, as they descended into the basement levels. The truth was, as closed in as the were during the last ambush, they could be a lot worse if they were ambushed down here. There were really only two ways to go - up, or farther down. "... also,can you give us an ETA for the other side? I'm sure our mutual friend mentioned that we were in something of a hurry." Kreskin was hoping to be able to set some deadlines, so the team could measure its progress along this final stretch of the mission, and to make sure they knew if they no longer had enough time to complete it.

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 6:03PM| In van, in CAS, 6th & Havana]
Doc Opheliac | Pan = Passive | SIN = Ophelia Smokehaven

As Peaches jumped into the van, Doc Opheliac remained quiet but kept a close eye on her as well as continuing to keep alert outside the van, shotgun held at the ready just in case. Let the others do the talking, she was here for a job and nothing more.

[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 6:03 pm | In van, in CAS, heading to UCAS]
Riot: PAN = passive | Fake SiN = Jim Smith

Perception Test: