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DigitalOYABUN
October 31st, 23:59:59, Seattle Metroplex

It was the same all over the metroplex, trick or treaters were out in force, as well as the Halloweeners...it was their night after all, and most of the other gangs stayed the hell out of the way, but tonight the Ancients were out as well. Ripping down the streets at break neck speeds was their thing and tonight had been no different, it was a halllowed night after all, and the 'weeners were in a rare good mood, high or drunk as hell they partied since the following night when the clock struck midnight.

The Halloweeners were spread out over the metroplex, their numbers were to great to inhabit any one bar or club, besides everyone has their own preferred 'haunts'. The jovial mood ended in a roar of gunshots, explosions and choruses of insults to the Halloweeners.

When the smoke cleared many many of the Halloweeners were dead, dismembered, or dying in their own pools of blood and gore. In each incident the well known tag of the Ancients, a circle with an 'A' has sprayed close by. They tagged their work, they drew first blood and left the Halloweeners almost crippled.

It's November 1st, 1 am and the real story begins now.....and a nightmare is coming.



OctOctober 29th, Mid day excercise period in the yard, Hollywood Correction Facility.

Under the new administration, all Corporate prisoners not party to said corporate sponsorship and extraterritoriality (read any none corp type that will remain in the metroplex after release) of said corporation must be processed into the Lone Star database of registered criminals. For months Renraku had held off on this, including serveral rounds of injunctions and petitions to the Corporate Courts. The finally agreed, and amongst others Pain finds himself transported to a Metroplex facility for processing.

The yard is as cold and grey as the walls that surround it. The prisoners are mostly gathered in groups according to race, Blacks, Hispanics and whites are self segregated....as well as some metatypes. Amongst the games of basketball being played and the free weights being hefted it isnt hard for Pain to spot someone...someone very much like himself, a Halloweener.

His head is shaven, but not recently as the dark stubble is poking through, and his eyes and nose are blackened out in triangles, probably tattooed. He stands in the yard smoking and stamping his feet occassionally from the cold, his hands inside the wool prison issued coat when not needed for his cigarette.
SincereAgape
November 1st, 00:00:02, Seattle Metroplex

White Face was on his way out of the Brownstone, when a bunch of Ancients drove by on their Rapiers and Motorbikes. They had stopped in front of the building and sprayed the entire vicinity with cover fire for a few minutes. Poor Marvin never made it. His body was outside, drowned in a puddle of organs and blood. Other members of the Halloweeners were dead as well. About 90% of them who were in the Brownstone. Many tried to fight back, but they were either newbies, or severely out gunned.

There would be hell to pay. And he was an elf. Even more hell to pay.

He looked around for any survivors. Anyone at all..

[ Spoiler ]
Chrysalis
November 1st, 02:07, Seattle

Machina heard about the shootings, her small empire drowning out in gunfire. There was nothing that could be done. Her pharmacy was now in rubble and most of her crew dead. She would make them pay. Make them pay in blood. No use on showing up, otherwise she might get collared by KE. That would not do well for anyone. She was suppposed to be reformed.

She sent out a message on the usual Halloweener channels "Meet at 0600€ at the crypt. If you're alive, you come."
Mister Juan
November 1st, 02:07, Seattle

Falling to his knees, Dog started to dry heave. Like a sick animal, he stood there, his arms shaking, as he coughed more and more. Each breath hurt more than the previous. Behind him, he could hear his tail flick up and down, hitting the gravel. Blood poured out of his mouth, but he didn't notice it. No. What he did notice was the way his right shoulder was way out of alignement. Sitting on his heel, Dog did his best to slow down his breathing. With a sharp push, he snapped the injuried limb back into place. There were no screams from his throat. Dog didn't scream in pain. He welcomed it. He cherished it.

He had seen the Ancient coming inside their turf. He had followed them. He had shadowed them. He had waited; tracking the pack to see which one was the weakest. He would wait. He would watch. And then, he would slide down into the shadows and strike. He would bite. He would become feral. He would attack like a vicious rabid animal. He felt lethal this night.... especially since they were elves. Dirty little elves. Nasty littles elves. They had hurt Mother. They had hurt her very very badly. Those dirty little elves.

He had barely chewed his way to the elf's artery when the others spoted. He jumped on the back of the closest one, throwing him from his bike and bringing to the ground with him. He was burrying both thumbs into the ganger's eye socket as he screamed. Dog didn't listen. But it was something along the line of “Get it off! Get if off!”

The kicked at him. They pulled at his body. They flailed his body.

When they finally threw him off, Dog started to scurry away on all fours. He felt the burns in his legs. He felt the burns in his back. It was sticky. It was hot. But he ignored it. Mother yelled at him. He was such a naughty boy. The Ancients pursued him, relentlessly. Their metal steeds roared behind him, but Dog was faster. His body was a machine, perfectly tuned to his environment. He ran, vaulted and jumped.

But it was blood lost that finally did him. Dog barely felt the fall. Dizzily, he launched himself over the edge of an overpass. In mid air, he turned to dead weight. His right shoulder was the first thing to strike the gravel of the triage yard that ran under. With the fall, and the amount of lead they had stuck in him, the dirty littles elves probably thought he was dead.

But he heard Mother. She whispered in his ears. She brought him back. She told him that he was still alive. Pulling himself up, Dog heard something other than Mother's voice. Machina.
He was alive. He would go.

Like a wounded animal, Dog left a trail of blood. His blood.

kanislatrans
November 1st 00:00:10 Old Docks Downtown Seattle

After the Initiation, Matto hung around the rave. Quite a few of his now fellow gangers were partying hearty. He scored a couple of Miester brau soy lagers and a joint and settled into the party. At 11:45 he had smoked the joint with a hot little number who called herself Kali and was leaning against the wall while the chica gave him a welcome to the gang present . Taking a pull off the lager he glanced at the door. Even slightly drunk and buzzed he couldn't help but notice the two elves dressed in Halloweener colors walk up behind the two bouncers and pull pistols. The beer dropped out of his hand as the pistols discharged,splattering brains all over the ware house doors.

The girl at his feet miss interpreted the tensing of his body and started picking up the pace and moaning. Matto grabbed for the scorpion at his side and realized it was still over in his pack by the door. Jamming hand toward the stun baton still strapped to his calf, he accidently punched the girl in the top of the head. They yelped at the same time. She looked up angrily.
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"Hey, what the frag???" she yelled but Matto was already reaching for the baton and his pants.

Meanwhile the two elves unlocked and were rolling back the doors. Parked in the space infront of doors was a black van. Leaning out of the van was more elves...two of which were armed with law rockets.

Matto dropped the club and grabbed Kali by the hair and leg and dove over the packing crate tables.

The laws exploded seconds later. spraying shrapnel and body parts on the wall behind their flimsy cover.There was a moment of silence before the elves opened up with automatic weapon fire. Kali's screamed until Matto climbed on top of her and stuffed his hand in her mouth...

Affer several minutes the sound of squealing tires replaced the gunfire. There were not even the moans of the wounded. Dragging the shell shocked girl with him He grabbed his pack and jacket and ran into the night as sirens echoed all across the city...

The clerk at the coffin motel didn't even look at them as Matto transfered his last 25 nuyen.gif and headed down the hall. Kali had finaly quit sobbing.which was good cause he was close to slapping her silly just so he could get a chance to think. Tossing her and the pack into the cube he locked the door. it was 4 before the adrenaline wore off and let him sleep...

His commlink chimed at 5 with a message from Machina... He changed clothes strapped on his weapons and headed for the crypt, leaving the girl to sleep....




Chrysalis
November 1st, 06:00 Downtown Seattle, Cemetery Complex

Downtown Seattle contained several cemeteries, but this one was the oldest by far. It had been abandoned as far back as anyone could remember. Now its only inhabitants were the once planted trees and the wild kudzu, each eagerly grasping at the loamy soil and its nutrients underneath. Among the greenery, the occasional bleached headstone could be seen and along a craggy central walkway the skeletal remains of the chapel stood.

There were two crypts in the cemetery. The first had collapsed into itself, leaving fallen masonry interspersed with cracked stone coffins behind rusted bars. The second had withstood the ravages of time, its outer area covered in thick green vines, creeping their way eagerly to the barred windows in its cupola.

The iron door of the second crypt was sound, the lock new and the only indicator of its new owners was the four faded yellow stripes on its surface. The door squaked and groaned when opened and now lay cracked, bringing an autumnal breeze.

The steps down led into a high, vaulted room with a low basalt pool in the middle. Years of neglect had left it filled with soggy leaves and the detritus of Halloweeners. A second door, across from the entrance led under the crypt and into the Ork Underground.

Machina was still blood spattered from the attack at the dock. She walked around the room like a caged animal. None of the upper echelons of the gang had answered her comm queries and she was coming down off her combat high with a cold, hard realization she might end up as the most senior member.

"Someone had better explain to me what's going on." She held on the tattered remains of an Ancient's jacket in her hand.
kanislatrans
November 1 0504 outside the USleepHere coffin motel

Combat boots hammering the pavement, Matto kept to the alleys and backyards as he followed the green ARO's pointing him to the Crypt. His mind,tired as it was, kept replaying the night befores events. He felt like drek and his hez ached. last night was too much like the hit on the blades. Way too close. His mind kept switching between the twol Breathing deep he ran on, trying to clear his head and come up with a plan of action.
Several blocks later he leaned against a dumpster and switched his PAN to active and took a second to send a text to any HW that he had networked with the night before.
Matto here, still standing, will be there

Switching back to hidden mode, he started running.

Checking the display in the corner of his Cybereyes showed that he was still 15 minutes out and the time showed at 0546. Pack cutting into his sore shoulders he picked up the pace. “If those Morkhan bastards were going to shoot up this meet,” he vowed” I'm not going to get caught with my pants down. Again”

Sweat stung his eyes as he hit the marble chips of the path through the cemetery, Arms pumping he jumped the headstones and fell against the side of the mausoleum. Gasping he brought up the time...0558.49 blinked . Sliding down the stone he checked the action in his roomsweeper and scorpion and pulling a bottle of water from his pack walked down the stairs. Entering the room just as Machina says” "Someone had better explain to me what's going on." ….

Matto replied” Looks like the twig eaters want war, Boss lady, and by the spirits they're gonna get it. I lost one family, I ain't gonna lose another..”
ravensoracle
Nov 1st 0004 Old Docks

Wires was ustairs enjoying his latest female conquest when the rockets went off at the rave downstairs. The explosion knocked Wires off the couch he'd been occupying. He just sit there for a minute looking though the hole in the floor that the rockets had created. The girl he'd been on top off was bleeding from her back. She'd caught the shrapnel from the blast instead of Wires. He couldn't think right now. The ringing in his ears was all he could hear.

"What the fuck was that."

By the time he could get his senses together all he could hear was the screaching of tires and sirens in the distance.

Time to get the hell outa here.

Wires just grabbed his bags and started running. He'd have to find a coffin hotel so he could start finding out what was going on.

Nov 1st 6:01 The Crypt

Wires kep to a side as Machina took charge of the meeting, he was her equal when it came to status but she seemed to have that kneck with people to get them under her control. No need for infighting after what had happened tonight. He'd let her rant and rave and get answers. He was more concerned with what the response wsa going to be.
Mister Juan
Upon dragging himself, half dead, inside the crypt, Dog had cracked a few lights sticks. Haphazardly, he had dropped them here and there. The bright green light gave everyone a sort of otherwordly quality, making veines pop out, eyes look deeper, and stretched shadows. Overall, it was the usual Halloweener look... but at this point in time, it just made the entire place look a lot creepier than it actually was.

Curled up in a fetal position, in dank corner of the crypt, Dog didn't make a sound. He didn't move a whole lot either. He wasn't bleeding anymore, but it was quite obvious that the ganger had taken a very serious beating. His lower lip was slip, and his right eye fused shut. Every breath he took made a weezing sound, and it was easy to spot dark red smears of blood on his clothes. He didn't know it yet, but about a dozen birdshot had gone through his right leg. Some of them were still stuck there.

When Matto came down the stairs, Dog pulled himself up. Caked in dry blood, mud and crypt dust, he grabbed a large rock in his scabbed hand. Dog wasn't quite sure why he was doing it... His legs, usually strong, had trouble carrying him next to the enterance. Luckly enough, most of his body wasn't metahuman anymore, and so, compensated for the weakness of his flesh. Whomever was coming in, Dog was ready to bash their brains in. But today was not the day where that would be necessary.

Machina motioned Dog off as she heard Matto's voice. Unceremounisouly, without even looking at the newcommer, Dog dropped his improvised weapon and went back to his corner of the room. Curling back into a ball, the big elf started to gently caress the stone floor.

“Dirty dirty elves. Dirty little elves. Naughty little elves. Mother doesn't like dirty little elves. Dog doesn't like dirty little elves. They come to rape. They come to steal.”

Dog's single working eye, blood shot, looked at Machina.

Dog kills little dirty elves. Mother says to run. Dog can't kill all the little dirty elves because he has to run. He fell down a bridge.”

He started to run his tongue over his puffed up lip.

DigitalOYABUN
Throughout the early hours the remaining Halloweeners have been trickling into the crypt in ones and twos. It is becoming apparent ther numbers have dwindled to below 10 percent as the sun begins to break into the sky, the wind still carries on it the shrill sound of sirens that reverbs inside when the rare occassion the heavy plasteel door opens for another wayward Halloweener.

The plasteel door swings open forcefully and bangs against the wall with a sound, unlike the many other openings the battered members crept through. A beaten and bloodied Halloweener, Dave 'Rippa-throat' emerges and only has time to yell "The Star!" before several pairs of blue jacketed arms begin groping at him and pull him from sight. The blue and yellow jackets of Lone Star begin to filter into the crypt.

Chrysalis
Machina's plans for a glorious guerrilla war came screeching to a halt. She had been expecting something to be going on. But a connection to Lone Star was not the first one. It basically made anyone who was in the system a snitch, and like most Halloweeners prison was a strong recruiter.

She ripped open the door that lead deeper into the crypt and said "This way!" She planned on not being the first through the door, but certainly not the last.
ravensoracle
"Shit"

The Star showing up was clearly not something Wires was expecting. So much for getting back at the Ancients, now it was just a matter of simply surviving the day without dying or being thrown back in jail. Jail simply didn't suit Wires' plan at the moment, so he grabs Dog the best he can and scrambles for the exit.

"Come on doggy boy, you got to help me. No use loosing any of the members I can trust."
SincereAgape
November 1st, 06:00-06:30 Downtown Seattle, Cemetery Complex

White Face had been one of the first members of the Halloweeners to arrive at the Crypt. During the meeting he had remained silent. Being an elf, he was pretty sure he would not be the most popular person here. The black make up around his mouth never allowed him to smile, and the white makeup on his face had been smeared in various places.

The meeting continued. A lot of it was venting frustrations and planning payback towards the Ancients for their strategic hit on the gang.

Dave emerges from one of the plastisteele doors inside of the Crypt, "The Star!"

If the events of the night had not happened, the Halloweeners would have put a fight against the corrupt boys in blue, but with their numbers diminished the way they were, that might not be a good idea. He looked around, Machina was leading a group into the deeper catacombs of the Crypt. White Face knew that one of the exits lead to the Ork Underground.

The Dog was injured, Wires was helping him. The Ork Frankie Suits was talking to earlier looked like he knew how to fight.

White Face scanned the area. He wanted to see how many Long Star Cops were around.

[Perception roll to determine how many cops we are facing.]
[ Spoiler ]
kanislatrans
November 1st, 06:00-06:30 Downtown Seattle, Cemetery Complex

Wiping the sweat from his face with his shirt Matto tapped knucks with a few of his fellow survivors. The general talk as he moved towards the back of the crypt was how high the stack of ears would have to be to pay back the Ancients for their treachery

Machina was rallying the troups and an elf with a white face stood at her side. Matto hadn't had a chance to meet him the night before, but it was clear that he had some clout. Only the most drugged and twitchy gangers glanced at him with malice and their comrades quickly put them in their place. He was glad to see that no one was turning on each other. The damage was bad enough with out mutiny.

Frankie Suits, twitching like a rat on hot coals.stopped Matto as he looked for a place to eat a MRE for breakfast."So when do ya think we're ggonnaa hhhit back? Ya think today,mmmmabbbey?ccaause man Imm rrreadyy to kkkik soome hoop, gonna eat meee somme elff nuuttts forrr ddinnner,gonnna ggggrind em into fraggin jellly man... Frankie spit out througn beta meth clenched jaws.

"Don't worry, Omae. The Boss Lady's gonna let us loose when she's ready. Then we'll take'm down like the slottin little bitches they are!" Matto said, slapping Frankie on the shoulder.

"Chinga Tu Madre! Mattoswore under his breath, as his gaze fell on Dog lying in the corner bleeding. Reaching for the 1st aid kit in the side pocket of his pack, the young ork started towards the fragged up elf.

"STAR!!!some one yelled behind him.

Matto spun, drawing the machine pistol and looking for something to kill. Getting jumped by surprise was really getting old. Cybereyes switching to low-light brought another curse to his sneering lips. The wave of blue and yellow boiled into the room.

"Jebem vam ho tam az po koren!!!" He roared, backing up and firing...
DigitalOYABUN
The rattling off of gunfire just ignited the powder keg as both Halloweener and Star enter the fight or flight mode, the Star obviously more geared to Fight. The plasticrete walls echo the gun fire, in some instances amplifying it. Further into the crypt, bodies cram through the tight corridors and down the rusted stairs to the heavy metal door that blocks the way to the antechamber and the escape route. It takes considerable effort on the part of the gangers, four of them, to open the creaking and screeching door as it protests against its use.

Beyond the door, the air is cold and holds a musky smell of old air long undisturbed. The room is small, barely larger than the large double doors on the floor. There is a large bolt, blackened and red in rust holding it in place.
Chrysalis
Machina works hard at laying down suppressive fire as she impersonally grabs Matto and throws him down the stairs. She slams the door down to the crypt closed. The door will not hold long.

She grabs Matto before the long tumble and looks him from one blood-shot eye to the other. "Open the fragging exit or we will all be dead."
SincereAgape
White Face is one of the last Halloweeners to enter the musky room with the dead bolted door.

Machina is barking at the new Ork, let's see how he reacts. White Face takes this moment to tend to the wounded Dog with his magic.

[Spoiler for Dog and GM]
[ Spoiler ]


kanislatrans
The Boss lady's voice cuts through the fog of rage and exaustion. Looking at the bolt on the floor,Matto"s vision blurrs until only the corroded metal bar remains. A feral growl gurgles in the back of his throat as his hands search the edges for purchase. Putting all his muscle,body mass and soul into one massive effort, he mumbles at the door "Doom on you, motherfragger." tendons pop in his arms as....


[ Spoiler ]

ravensoracle
While the other gangers gather in the room, Wires watches as the painted faced elf works his magic on Dog. He opens up a window on his comm in AR and begins scanning for nodes. Especially looking for the nodes of the drones that are most likely accompanying the police.


[ Spoiler ]
Mister Juan
White Face barely had time to enter Dog’s personal space. It took the blink of an eye for the ganger to snap. Showing two sets of razor sharp chromed fangs, Dog hissed and growled. He surged forward slightly, his mouth biting the air where White Face’s hand had been only moments before. Gnarling, lips curled over his gums, Dog looked like he was about to snap.



“Dirty dirty elf! Dirty dirty! Keep away from Dog. Mother doesn’t like dirty dirty elves!”



He hissed again.

His long cyber tail dragged itself on the floor, like nails on a board, before whipping the air a few times.

He held White Face’s gaze for a brief moment, with his single good eye.



SincereAgape
White Face flinched at Dog's response because the he was caught by surprise. The elf regained his composure and returned Dog's intensity, with a cold calculating stare. His gaze burned a hole through the assassin, thinking nasty thoughts on how to tear Dog limb from limb. He was a White Face, a entertainer who showed no emotion while on stage. A clown who was consistently sad, serious, and creepy.

The chatter of gunfire outside of the tomb quickly snapped White Face back from his trance.

"We don't have time for this. Dog, if you die here, it'll be no skin off my back."

He turned to Matto

"How's the door looking?"

He waited to see the results.
kanislatrans
Teeth clenched,Matto continued his assault on the stubborn door. Reaching deep inside, his mind a blurr, he remembered his fallen comrades. Axman, a fellow ork who had found the young boy beaten half to death and took him in and gave him a place to stay and heal. Tristan, Tough ass boss with a sense humor that was only over shadowed by his dedication to his gang. The master at arms Ivy , a troll chica with more metal than flesh who took her job of training the n00bs how to survive as a divine calling. Straining he recalled all 36 members of the jblades. All dead now, ghoul chow.

His arms burned like hell and the bolt cut into his hands and drew blood.Ivy's signiture response to failure slithered through his brain and he grabbed it, clung to it and fueled himself with it.

'Gnnnaaaahhh!! Not on my watch!!' Matto screamed. The rusted metal echoed his scream as the bolt popped free. The door resisted for half a second more before surrendering,creaking and groaning its displeasure.

Freedom and a chance to return to the land of the living lay before the decimated gangers.


Grinning at White face he says "Next time we do this, remind me to bring a Trog to do the heavy stuff, K?"

edited cause I only posted half of it...
SincereAgape
The door opens. But with a large.

CREEEEEEAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKK

"Next time we do this, remind me to bring a Trog to do the heavy stuff, K?"

His lips barely part, and his eyes focus in on the ork. His expression resembles someone being in a large crowd, scanning the people, only to find someone staring at you for no reason. Whiteface is the person staring, Matto is the individual being stared out. It's the closest thing the Elf comes to a grin.

"Why should we? When we have you."

He turns towards the crypt door, which blocks is keeping them from Lonestar. He makes a motion for the other Halloweeners to move out of the way.

"Move."

The Halloweeners scatter like ants away from the crypt door. Whiteface then concentrates attempting to summon a spirit. He raises his arms up slowlyas if he was carrying a large barrel in his arms.

[Trying to summon a Force Three Earth Elemental. Results for DO.]

[ Spoiler ]


[If the roll is successful Whiteface will command the Earth Elemental to stay between the gang and Lonestar, trying to prevent the cops from following us into the tunnel.]
DigitalOYABUN
The heavy trapdoor to the stairs stays somewhat ajar, not quite opened all the way from the misshaped, warped and rusted nature of it. There is no light on the stone stairs leading down past the third step, the rest is in utter darkness. The smell of musty old air holds whiffs and wisps of airflow that reeks with a foul stench of sewage. In the distance you can hear sporatic gunfire and the sounds of armed struggle closer to you.



The multitude of nodes opens upon you, all similar in nature. The icons of tough and immaculately dressed Lonestar police are quite generic and uniform. It will take you a moment shift through, but you begin to see a pattern of movement and 8 'officers' appear to be in constant contact with another 'officer', he is further away but close none the less.
DWC
October 29th, Mid day excercise period in the yard, Hollywood Correction Facility

There’s an odd sort of comfort to being cold. Stuff goes numb, the shivering starts, and you hit an odd, almost zen-like trance as your body begins ignoring low level sensory input. There’s a weird sort of clarity that comes with that trance, as your brain starts ignoring the parts that keep screaming “I’m cold” and focuses on other things.

Today, ‘other things’ includes the maniac with the war paint tattoos. Pain smirks. Everyone hates Halloweeners, except for other Halloweeners. That goes double in prison. He’s spent well over half his stay in solitary confinement after getting into gentlemanly disagreements with other inmates over gang loyalties. It could be worse. He usually went to solitary. The other gentlemen had a marked propensity for retiring to the infirmary or the hospital. Pain cracked his knuckles. The cold made his hands stiff. It always paid to keep them loose. You never knew when you’d need to choke the shit out of someone, and strangling a man with your hands stiff from the cold always sucked.

Caught in the closest thing to moment of introspection that he’s ever known, the big ork looks around the yard again, flexes threateningly at a pair of Leather Devils, then swaggers over to his new best friend.

A meaty, scarred hand is extended.

“Good to find a brother in here. Pain. What’s your name?”
DigitalOYABUN
October 29th, Mid day excercise period in the yard, Hollywood Correction Facility

Once closer you see the man is older than your average ganger, at least in his thirties, or a real rough twenties. His eyes are fierce, but glance over you dispassionately. "Brother huh?" he says as he flicks his butt to the ground. "Let me guess you're what passes for a Halloweener these days? Part of that crew that skinny little queer Slash-n- Burn put together." His face is contorted as he says the name, then lightens up "Sorry kid. I shouldn'ta dumped on ya. You look capable enough, names Hesch...Hessian actually, but Hesch is shorter."


In the periphery of your vision there is movement. Six large and muscled Elves with various tat's in an elegant writing begin moving towards you two. Their movement is purposeful and by the hard edges of their eyes, their purpose is pain.

More movement from the corners of your vision, this time the images are darker, the shadows deeper. Stopped dead in their tracks the elves look at the Afro-centric humans, orks and dwarves in their way, the Ancients seem mystified by the fact they're stopped. A remarkabley well manicured, considering the evironment, Ork steps up to the Ancients. The Ork casts his glance back to Pain and Hesch before he speaks. "These niggahs is with me." The lead elf cracks his neck in a show of malice. 4 more elves appear from the periphery to join. The Ork smiles as the yard stops all movement except for the sound of weights hitting the floor. The forms of many black skinned men begin to stand cross armed and looking intent. "Oh....them niggahs is wit me too." The Ork says as he flashes a smile filled with gold teeth.
DWC
The red haze forms at the corners of his vision as the old ganger verbally spits on him, but Pain reins himself in long enough to get back to some semblance of pleasantry. He shakes Hessian's hand.

When the silence in the yard is broken by the sounds of dropped iron, the hackles rise on the back of Pain's very thick neck. The hostility in the air is sweeter than the best betameth. A smarter ganger might notice that the other ork had just subjugated him. Luckily, Pain is too dumb to notice, which means he doesn't get enraged at the prospect of the other ork laying claim to him. Instead, he smiles at the chance to reduce the elves to slightly lumpy paste. The little detail of why someone is stepping up for a pair of Halloweeners is something else that escapes his attention. Pain starts to laugh.

"Looks like you keebs aren't so brave when it's not six on one. Seems like it's time to for you all to go back jerking each other off in the shower after aerobics class."
ravensoracle
Wires reads throught the list of nodes he finds and curses silently for the Star's chouce of conformity to specific identical protocols. He takes a second to think, the screeching sound of the door registering in his mind, but his focus remains on his AR windows. He opens up his sniffer program and uses it to listen in on the traffic of the node that is farther away. Maybe he can discern what is going on at the least. Or better yet, find the drones to hack.


[ Spoiler ]

Chrysalis
Machina flings herself at the sound of the door being opened down the steps. "White Face make sure you get that door shut, or else we all fucking die down here. Come Dog."

She avoided the twisted door and walked down a few of the steps. She needn't bother with light, since she could see in any light, even in complete darkness.

She looked back at their faces. "If you want to die here, stay, if you want to follow me to life you will discard all your electronics and follow me."

With those words she threw her commlink away and continued into the belly of the underground warrens of Seattle.
ravensoracle
Having failed his attempt at eavesdropping on the Star, Wires resignes himself to following after Machina. He refuses throwing away either of his comms and simply shuts them off.

Thinking No way this Slitch is making me give up my gear. She wouldn't be able to get at my main rig hidden in my arm, anyways.

Wires picks up her comm and tosses it back at her. Putting himself between Machina and the stairs, he berates her.

"Why not just shut them off, instead of wasting valuable hardware. I can change their Access Id's later. No need to leave them for the Star to get their hands on and gather all the intel they want from them. Just your call log alone could give them plenty of ammo against us. If you intend to ditch your comm at least do it once we are clear of the cops. "
Chrysalis
Machina looks at the comm offered by Wires, finally she accepts it. "Perhaps, but we are certainly being followed by some method."

Firmly she walked down the stone steps to the winding, filth covered iron stairs to the entrance to an old steam tunnel.
ravensoracle
" You're right. We are being tracked, it may be from our comms or it could be betrayal from one of our ranks.

Wires turns to the rest of the gang in the group. Pointing a figure at all of them.

"Someone gather up all the comms, put them in a bag and give them to me now. Make sure they are shut off. I'll check them and clean them all once we get away from here. And if I find that any of you are stupid enough to get involved with the Star, I'll personally skin you alive. For starters, at the least."

He then starts making his way down the stairs allowing one of the underlings to do as he said.
kanislatrans
Stepping back from the door,Matto pulls the first aid kit from his pack. As the discussion between Wires and Machina goes on he removes a large santi-wipe packet and a can of Liquiderm spray. Tearing the packet open on his tusk, he wipes his wounds and coats them with the brown spray bandage.

Watching Dog carefully, the ork says "Hoi,Dog, sprays some where yer bleedin'. Wounds an' sewers don't mix". He rolls the can over to Dog.

As Frankie twitches by with the stuffer shack ™ bag for the comlinks, Matto unclips his from his from his jacket zipper and turming it off, tosses it in the bag.

Waiting till the end of the line he switches the Scorpion for the Roomsweeper.
*wonder who's setting us up? damn. It could be anyone. I don't know anyone well enough to cross them off the list. Bein' I'm one of the FNG's I'd better keep my eyes open in case someone gets any crazy ideas. It wouldn't be the first time that street justice got the wrong guy.* Matto thought. His mind was too tired to think things through. As the line moved downstairs. He wiped the door down quickly on his way through with the santi-wipe. He din't know if it would do any good, but its what they always did in the Trid shows..


SincereAgape
Whiteface touches his forefingers to his temple. Communicating with his Earth Elemental he reprives one of his free tasks.

"Element of the Earth I command you. Shut the door from whence we departed. Do this with your strength."

Spoiler for DO.
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Whiteface expands his energy. Turning to the ganger collecting the commlinks, he hands his over to him, and then follows the others into tunnel of the Crypt. As they walk he speaks..

"The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it."
DigitalOYABUN
Inside the stone stairway it becomes eeriely dark and quiet except for the occassional scrape of a foot or the nervious breathing of someone. After 44 steps the stairs end and the group is in a long corridor, beside the opening to the stairs lies a rusted metal box attached to the wall. To the right the blue strobing lights of patrol craft stab into the corridor through a large circular vent approximately 30 feet away. To the left the corridor continues on in darkness, getting darker as it continues on.
kanislatrans
[ Spoiler ]


Pausing to let the Elf mage catch up, matto catches the end of the qoute. His eyes shift to low light.as White face passes matto whispers...

"If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared."

Covering the open stair well behind them he adds "Sartray's deep,but Machiavelli knew the score." He adds with another grin...
ravensoracle
Wires points to where the police light are coming through the grate and motions for everyone to shut up.

"Does anyone have a flashlight or a glow stick? Whoever does take it down the left path about 100 yards then report back. Someone else do the same on the right, Only be careful not to shine it where the cops may see it through the vent."

Wires then takes a moment to look at the rusted box hanging next to him. Maybe it had something useful.

[ Spoiler ]
Chrysalis
"I don't need light to see. I'll take the left path. The right path just leads to Lone Star."

With those words Machina disappears down the left hand path into the darkness.
SincereAgape
White Face pats Matto on the back as the remnants of the Halloweeners make their way deeper and deeper into the Crypt. They come to a fork in the road. The blue and white revolving sirens from the right tunnel cast away the dark shadows. To the left, it appears the tunnel goes further and further.

White Face hesistated to go into the astral plane. With Lonestar hot on their heals behind them, who knew how long it would take for him to scout. With his body in a temporary como he did not want to find himself to a burden to the team in case they were tracked by the Star.

There is some discussion on where to go. Wires inspects the box. Machina turns to the left tunnell. Her impatience exhibiting itself once again. White Face felt his Earth Elemental dissapear from the physical realm, meaning that something had defeated it.

"We are wasting time here. These tunnels should lead to the ork underground, and from there we lose the Star."

The rail thin elf decides to go left.
DigitalOYABUN
The box although worn and rusted holds a pefect looking flip switch, the old lever ones.


Machina's foot steps into the dark are soon followed by the other twenty odd 'weeners that had chosen to run rather than fight. There are a few coughs and clearing of throats, but mostly everyone is quiet, their tails tucked firmly between their legs.

[OOC: Waiting to see if someone uses the flip-switch]
ravensoracle
Wires thinks about it for a few seconds then decides to follow everyone else. As he walks behind the others he thinks.

Yeah like I am stupid flip that damn switch and let all the Star know we're down here. HA
kanislatrans
still covering the rear, Matto switches the roomsweeper to his left hand and draws the Black scorpion with his right. Keeping up with the ragged crew, he focuses on the job at hand.
I swear by all the gods that if I get jumped again I'm gonna go ballistic on someones hoop." he thought as he scanned the darkness behind them...

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[ Spoiler ]
DigitalOYABUN
The motley crew that comprises the remnant of the Halloweeners finds it way in towards the city center. There are several side passages that come into view but the biggest tunnel remains the one you are in. There is the occassional rusty pipe and large clamp that breaks the bleak look of the 'crete. The faint smell of spoilage and worse begins to drift in the air.







Hollywood Prison yard

The Afrocentric ork smiles back as he walks up to the two Halloweeners. He ignores the younger of the two (yeah you DWC) "Words out Hessian, Ancients been burning all your peeps. I mean all. Expect a lockdown soon, they aint fuckin' around they cleaning your set out." Hessian's voice is harsh in the cold air "What the fuck you get out of this Slickback?" He turns to look at the Halloweeners with a wide gold filled smile. "This shit is payday niggah. I get three things. First, I show the Ancients and anyone else, you dont do shit with the BB's okay. Secondly, I get to show up them same fucking keebs." Hesch speaks out "and third?" The ork smiles "I get a solid from you two I can call in later." Slickback walks off and if on cue, sirens begin and the guards mobilize.....it's a lockdown.
kanislatrans
Matto pulled the earbuds from his coat pocket and slapped them in his ears as they crept along the filthy tunnel. He hoped that the the ganger called Dog had taken his advice and flash sprayed the cuts and bruises that covered his damned elvish hide. There were nasty bugs in places like this that would eat your skin off in a matter of hours. He'd seen it people come into the clinic looking like they had been skinned alive. The odor of the rotting flesh and the screams as Doc Brothers scrapped and sprayed anticeptic on the wounds to try and save the patients would haunt him for a long time.

He plugged the 'Buds directly into the data-jack in the side of his head. Usually he'd just link it to his comm and subscribe it. He had originally had the hole drilled in his head so he could slot the data chips of Classic books from the Doc's library. He was carrying over 500 volumes in the memory of the jack. But now, with no comm he was even more glad to have the silver jack. Cranking the audio enhancement to full and shifting the balance to the left ear enabeled him to keep one ear on the tunnel behind them and his eyes partly to the front to keep from falling over the line of gangers ahead of him.

As the tunnel wound on and the sounds of battle fell further and further behind. he relaxed a bit and took stock of the HW numbers. It didnt look good. unless there were other pockets scattered over the city. they were looking at about 25 members. If the keebs had done thier homework ,which it looked like they had, that meant no help and no resources. It was going to take a lot to rebuild the organization.

Grinning to himself he thought "Well,Drekhead, You wanted a chance to go places. Be careful what you wish for.. Damn, I really need a Cigarette..." Focusing back at the situation at hand he continued watching for persuit..
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