Copycat Client
| Copycat Client | |||||||||
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| ShadowHaven | The 162's | ||||||||
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Wychking Magnum Black Samurai Grasshopper | |||||||||
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| The Team's Clothes | Ghouls, both armed and unarmed | ||||||||
Summary
Runners receive a job to wipe out some ghouls. They technically succeed.
Background
A clash between the 162's and the Cutters ended up with the friend of a man called Dave, captured. Not wanting to see his friend get eaten or worse, but also not particularly eager to run into a nest of ghouls, hatched a somewhat cunning plan. Dave, as one of his duties, sells "acquired" car parts to car dealers and mechanics in Seattle, and one of them in particular is a rather notable character. Jorgy Peterson, expert salesman and businessman, was gifted with a revelation, a call to the service of his God. Seeing the recent news about religious vigilantes killing vampires in at local nightclub, he knew that he had to do his part, and he had started ranting about it to all the people he worked with. With a few well placed comments, Dave was able to set his mind on a target, leading to Jorgy reaching into the shadows to assemble a team of ghoul hunters.
The Meet
The team met in a relatively empty parking lot in Tacoma, the J exiting out of a fancy car to greet them all. Genuinely happy to see them and not particularly experienced in contracting a shadowrun, yet at the time both sleazy and religious, the team had a mixed, but somewhat negative, reaction.
The Plan
The team headed over to Redmond, to the vague area they were pointed to by the J. As they got there, realizing that collectively they knew nothing about the area or the gangs in it, Wychking called over her roommate Adeptus for information. After several poorly made requests for karma, Adeptus eventually caves and tells the team about the gangs in the area, and points them towards a nearby building controlled by the 162's. After a brief scout around reveals nothing of major interest, Black Samurai takes the initiative by walking up and knocking on the door.
The Run
After a few moments, an opening on the door reveals two cybereyes staring at Black Samurai. Politely requesting to talk, he accepts being restrained and separated from the team. Lead inside the building, he sits at a table and begins talking with a few ghouls. Trying to fish for information, while at the same time negotiating for an easier outcome, Black Samurai's request that the 162's stop kidnapping people wasn't met with unanimous agreement. After a bit of back and forth, an offer to let the Cutter they have in containment go surprises the team, as they had no idea there was a gang conflict related to this. Worried that they were just contracted to be enforcers in a gang war, they tried negotiating a bit more, but their efforts ultimately were unsuccessful. Black Samurai tried to make it clear how much he didn't want to kill the ghouls by breaking his cyber-thumb, popping out of his restraints, and showing them his free hands. His guards didn't appreciated the diplomatic gesture. Eventually, Black Samurai was lead out, and the team didn't have a conclusion that they felt would get them paid.
Aftermath
Rewards
Game Quotes
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Player After Action Reports (AARs)
Wychking: I can't believe I had to summon a näkki into this mess. He was surprisingly forthcoming, all things considered, but man, if I have to start dealing with headaches again... I almost started getting used to not having around-the-clock migraines. Magic takes a toll on you, it really does -- but who was this Nameless guy, anyway? He seemed to just take a bunch of random ghouls to live with him for... basically nothing? What the hell. Who is that guy.
Black Samurai
Okay. Apparently there's this terrible band from like eighty years ago called the Backstreet Boys, and Magnum got us all doing this thing where we sing their songs before we bust into doors. It's amazing. Like--I get that we could've been shot and killed but--as a counterpoint, that shit was hilarious. Not half as funny, though, as friggin Wychking just bouncing off the door because they didn't check to see if it was locked before they slammed into it.
My god. If you were there we probably looked like psychopaths because I'm stabbing someone while laughing. That definitely looked like I was losing my mind.
I'll be honest, I appreciated them lightening the mood...who manages to sweep THEMSELVES off their feet, anyway?