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==Summary==
==Summary==


 
Chaos is brought to a gathering of the rich and powerful.
==Background==
==Background==


In the wake of the Light the Shadows campaign, in the wake of Trample's antic at the Theatre, in the wake of King Beef's rampage, the rich and powerful of Seattle had grown scared. The threads of chaos had begun to reach out to them. So they would hold a charity event to show to the world that they were not afraid. Ludicrous.


The runners received a message. While Potato, Prince and Gav got the message through their fixers as they finished prepping suits, eating pastries and dueling vampires, Trample received hers directly from the source. It was a message filled with static, in which a crackling voice told them, by name, that they were need. It promised wealth for bringing chaos to the rich. There as a location attached, a public park, downtown. Curious, yet enthralled, the runners began to converge on the location.
==The Meet==
==The Meet==


As the dwarf, centaur, human and dryad stepped out they were met with a lonely public park. A hill rising to a bench with a few tufts of grass and trees rising up. The streetlights around the park were off, the cameras as well. Slumped over on the singular bench, was an anthrodrone with a large, square, trid projector for a head.
Stepping onto the park itself, the runners were met by a cacophany of matrix noise, localized entirely within the confines of the park. As they approached the drone, the screen buzzed to life, displaying static. As the runners gathered around, the anthrodrone rose. [[Phantom O]], in the chrome.
He explained his conundrum. In 26 hours, there would be a gathering of the rich and the powerful at the Museum of Flight. While it was dubbed a charity event, the true purpose was simple. It was a show of strength, to show that the rich and powerful were not afraid of the world and its problems. Phantom O didn't like that. So, he offered the runners as much as 32,000 nuyen to bring chaos to the event. He mentioned that, while bloodshed or picking off key members of the crowd would cause a stir, what her wanted was something that would get people talking. A show. Something ... big. His anthrodrone screen looked at Trample as the words crackled out.
The phantom gave a suggestion of disguising as members of the yellow lotus triad but made clear such a thing was merely suggestion. Whatever brought Chaos, like what Trample did at the theatre, would be enough.


With those scattered pieces of information, the drone flicked off and the runners set off, the lights of the park slowly turning on, one by one, as the anthrodrone went up in flames behind them. They had a job to do.
==The Plan==
==The Plan==



Revision as of 08:29, 16 June 2021



Museum of Plight
Part of Light the Shadows
Date2082-6-15
GMSleevey
LocationMuseum of Flight, Seattle
Status Threat Level: High
Factions Involved
ShadowHaven
The Chaos Collective
Renraku Other Rich and Powerful Figures in Seattle
Potato
Trample
Prince
Gav Jacinto
Ugomori Kanjiro Jonathen Goodwel, Trenton Brock, Ikeda Takeji, Mitsue Yuuko, Kyle Baxter, Arthur Knight
Casualties and losses
Trample (Captured by Knight Errant) Ugomori Kanjiro's Repuation


Summary

Chaos is brought to a gathering of the rich and powerful.

Background

In the wake of the Light the Shadows campaign, in the wake of Trample's antic at the Theatre, in the wake of King Beef's rampage, the rich and powerful of Seattle had grown scared. The threads of chaos had begun to reach out to them. So they would hold a charity event to show to the world that they were not afraid. Ludicrous.

The runners received a message. While Potato, Prince and Gav got the message through their fixers as they finished prepping suits, eating pastries and dueling vampires, Trample received hers directly from the source. It was a message filled with static, in which a crackling voice told them, by name, that they were need. It promised wealth for bringing chaos to the rich. There as a location attached, a public park, downtown. Curious, yet enthralled, the runners began to converge on the location.

The Meet

As the dwarf, centaur, human and dryad stepped out they were met with a lonely public park. A hill rising to a bench with a few tufts of grass and trees rising up. The streetlights around the park were off, the cameras as well. Slumped over on the singular bench, was an anthrodrone with a large, square, trid projector for a head.

Stepping onto the park itself, the runners were met by a cacophany of matrix noise, localized entirely within the confines of the park. As they approached the drone, the screen buzzed to life, displaying static. As the runners gathered around, the anthrodrone rose. Phantom O, in the chrome.

He explained his conundrum. In 26 hours, there would be a gathering of the rich and the powerful at the Museum of Flight. While it was dubbed a charity event, the true purpose was simple. It was a show of strength, to show that the rich and powerful were not afraid of the world and its problems. Phantom O didn't like that. So, he offered the runners as much as 32,000 nuyen to bring chaos to the event. He mentioned that, while bloodshed or picking off key members of the crowd would cause a stir, what her wanted was something that would get people talking. A show. Something ... big. His anthrodrone screen looked at Trample as the words crackled out.

The phantom gave a suggestion of disguising as members of the yellow lotus triad but made clear such a thing was merely suggestion. Whatever brought Chaos, like what Trample did at the theatre, would be enough.

With those scattered pieces of information, the drone flicked off and the runners set off, the lights of the park slowly turning on, one by one, as the anthrodrone went up in flames behind them. They had a job to do.

The Plan

The Run

Aftermath

Rewards

Game Quotes

Player After Action Reports (AARs)