[Scawire]

When Mantis hits the ground he still decides to cast his invisibility spell on himself but now he starts to crawl to cover hoping the spell helps to shield where he is for long enouph not to die in this sham of a save house.


And Super man undies didn't do their job well enouph dam.

I will just use the spell rolls I just did since all is the same only the last 2 dice are no longer there giving Mantis 1 hit not 2, which is what I expected.

[Csjarrat]

___Mantis____
resistance:
ork: 3d6.hits(5)=1 1 hit, perceives you as you try and escape
dunk: 4d6.hits(5)=0 has no idea where you are!
knives: 3d6.hits(5)=0 has no idea where you are!

___Both___
The ork struggles to his feet, the taser dart had clearly taken its toll on his thigh. He raises his pistol in his right arm, takes aim and takes a shot at dunk as he takes cover behind the doorframe.
Actions (lost 1st simple action due to full defense)
-Free; take aim
-Simple; shoot
pistols 4 (spec 2), agi 4, laser 1, take aim 1, -1 wound, cover -2 (10d6.hits(5)=4)
dunk's dodge: rea 7, cover 2 (9d6.hits(5)=3) 1 net hit for 6p damage
dunk's soak: bod 3, arm 4 (9d6.hits(5)=4) hit for 2P
A huge burst of fractured wood erupts from the doorway and dunk yelps as a pistol round whacks into his arm.
Dunk tries to breathe through the pain, controlling his urge to flee.
Dunk witholds his actions until after knive's pass.

__Lumen__
You're up

[Lumen]

*Not so tough now are you asshole?*  Knives smiles seeing the ork already struggling against their onslaught.  "You ready to give up yet you ignorant twat?"  Obviously not caring one bit for an answer he looses two more darts in the orks direction.


Pistols (Taser) 2 (4) + Agility 6 + Smartlink 2 = 12d6
12d6.hits(5)=2

Pistols (Taser) 2 (4) + Agility 6 + Smartlink 2 - Recoil 1 = 11d6
11d6.hits(5)=4
5S (e) -half AP

[Csjarrat]

__Lumen___
full defense -2 for previous defense (8d6.hits(5)=3) full defense again, first shot goes wide
full defense -3 for previous defense (7d6.hits(5)=3) 2nd shot hits with 1 net hit
soak: soak (13d6.hits(5)=4) takes 2S
The Ork roars at your insolence, tucking into another roll to try and evade your hail of darts. Another dart makes contact, despite his best efforts. It discharges it's capacitor banks painfully into his stomach, causing him to groan against its onslaught of muscle contractions and nausea.
He looks close to passing out, breathing heavily.
Encouraged by your stand and the groans of the ork, dunk steps out of cover briefly, takes aim and double taps his remaining rounds into the incapacitated ork.


shot 1 (8d6.hits(5)=4)
shot 2 (8d6.hits(5)=4) the ork can't resist both and fills his stun track.
The rounds impact squarely into the ork's torso, laying him out flat and knocking him out cold as the armour plates in his chest dissipate the worst of of the damage.
his limp body lies in the middle of the room, the front door slightly ajar casting a short rectangle of daylight to fall near his right arm.

combat resolved

[Lumen]

"Sound off lads, both of you alive?  Somebody get that door closed and locked."  Knives barks as he heads towards the downed assailant.  He sends his taser home to it's resting position in the arm slide and pulls out a few plastic restraints.  He kicks the ork over on his side, sets a knee down hard on his ribcage and secures the ork's hands behind his back.  With that done he kicks the pistols away and begins to go through all the pockets in the ork's fancy suit, dumping anything he finds on the floor behind him.

[Sillasion]

Syberix slaps Deet's leg hard and points ahead, leaning up to his ear and yelling to him,
"Eis! Eis!" her attention returning quickly to the mage after her warning.


First pass:
Manabolt Force 5
Spellcasting 4 + Magic 5 = Dice Pool 9
9d6.hits(5)=3
3 Hits

Damage:
Net Hits 3+ Force 5 = 8 Dmg

Resist 2S
Willpower 5 + Charisma 6 = Dice pool 11
11d6.hits(5)=4
4 hits - all resisted
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Second pass:
Manabolt Force 5
Spellcasting 4 + Magic 5 = Dice Pool 9
9d6.hits(5)=2
hits 2

Damage:
Net Hits 2+ Force 5 = 7 Damage

Resist 2S
Willpower 5 + Charisma 6 = Dice pool 11
11d6.hits(5)=3
3 Hits - all resisted


Syberix moves her hand in, her gesture rehearsed but quick in succession - pulling the magic in around her twice, she sends two manabolts the mages way. Ending the spell with a smirk on her face and a kiss blown to him.

[Scawire]

Mantis sees the unwanted guess drop and looks like not getting up any time soon, so he decides not to keep his spell going. Mantis shimmers back into view. I got some blood loss going on here but I'm alive. I could use some help via a med kit. Next time I answer a door I'm not counting on super man undies to protect me. Mantis makes his way to his feet and decides to head up stairs for the med kit. Hey guys I'm heading upstairs I'll grab my med kit, someone for God sake check the cameras we might have more hostiles we don't know about. Mantis heads up stairs holding on to his shoulder to try and keep pressure on the wound as he grabs his med kit and bike armor. Not getting into the armor right away but does his best to bring both his armor and the med kit back down stairs, to fix himself and any other ones that are hurt.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
Dunk pipes up after Mantis.
Yeah I'm still breathing. Fucker winged me though, right in me fuckin arm! arh, shit it hurts.. You boys still got that medkit?
As Mantis drops his spell and re-appears, it becomes obvious just how fucked up Mantis is. He's hurt pretty badly, a solid hit in his shoulder and no exit-wound. He was gonna need something more than a band-aid and paracetamol for this one.
Dunk walks over and helps Mantis to his feet, supporting him as he pushes against the agony of using his upper limbs to get off the floor. He slings his good arm around Mantis's middle and helps him upstairs, wincing against the pain in his own arm as he goes.
Sit down on the bed mate, I'll do my best but this is gonnae hurt ye.

__Lumen___
With Dunk and Mantis both piping up, you know they're both alive, if not a bit shot up. Mantis's wounds look pretty bad and he's lost quite a bit of blood already. He was gonna need patching up, and soon.
Dunk made a start, heading upstairs with Mantis and the medkit, leaving you to search the ork and secure the door.
Pissed off at the turn of events, you give the door a hefty boot to close it, hearing the re-assuring "thunk" as the lock re-engages.
The Ork is pretty much out for the count, he offers no resistance to your efforts to restrain him. His chest rises and falls in short, rapid breaths. The armour plates in his swanky coat are bent inwards in two locations, each marking a solid hit for Dunk. A selection of taser darts protruded from his chest and limbs. The fucker had taken a beating before going down, whoever he was, he wasn't built for asking nicely. Either that, or he was well prepared to convince people who said "no" to change their minds. The pair of hidden arm slides and heavy pistols re-inforced your thoughts as you kicked them away from his unconscious body.
Rummaging through his kit, you find a crappy commlink, a spare loaded clip for each of his pistols, a ceramic knife, and 3 basic credsticks (each loaded with 200NY, €200 and 200ZL respectively).
He had a swanky cigar case in his inside jacket pocket with a windproof lighter and a microtransceiver clipped to the inside lapel of his coat.

[Csjarrat]

___Sillasion___
Deet nods his thanks, spotting the newly formed ice sheet covering the junction ahead.
He hankers on to the brakes, causing the other lads to follow suit, throwing your weight forwards as the prow of the custom bike dives under heavy braking. Your chin bounces off the back of Deet's skid-lid, and you can taste the metallic tang of blood as you bite a chunk out of your inside lip.
He breaks left, gesturing to the others to go around. He slows down, lines up to the decrepit pedestrian junction as a break-gap in the otherwise unforgiving kerb lining the boulevard.
Once aligned, he guns it, grabbing some air and landing heavily into the side street riding away from the junction. The Serpents ahead of you tear ahead, chasing down the front runners of your formation, laughing and cackling maniacally at you for falling behind.
Deet guns the throttle and lights up the rear tire, the sound of tearing steel on concrete lets you know that at least one of the lads following you didn't make the awkward jump-come-turn, but the re-assuring roar of Harley engines behind lets you know that at least some of them did.
Regaining your balance on the seat, you hurl a fusillade of destructive energy at the serpent mage.
He parries the first one easily,dispelling (10d6.hits(5)=5) but the link is broken to your target by the crumbling commercial unit on the corner of the junction, the bolt sailing harmlessly off into the aether.
Turning to face Deet's direction of travel, you see you're now heading towards a more residential area, abandoned commercial units and crumbling remains of cheap housing are interspersed down the street at regular intervals.
Everything is hugely overgrown, trees puncturing their way through roofs, gardens becoming jungles. This place looked like something out of an old sci-fi trid from 70 years ago. A t-junction lays ahead, Deet positions far to the left of the broken road surface, dropping the ridiculously bulky Harley over on its right and aims for the apex, the sound of squealing rubber behind lets you know that the others are prepping for the same aggressive turn.
Perception test please!

[Lumen]

After kicking the heavy door closed Knives goes about emptying the orks pockets onto the table in the living room.  Seeing the micro-transceiver he curses under his breath.  *Well fuck me.  A little late now but whoever sent this guy knows he's here.  I hope he doesn't have a biomonitor and friends hiding in the bushes.*

He eyes the fancy cigar case a second before flipping it open.  *It's the least he can do for bein such a wanker.*  Knives draws out one of the cigars and takes a deep breath running it just under his nose.  After lighting up and taking a few drags he begins to thumb through the burner com.  Not expecting to find much he looks for any recent in-coming or out-going calls or texts and checks to see if there is any history of matrix searches.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
From the device history it looks like it is either a recent purchase or it had been formatted recently. There are practically no custom icons, personalisation settings, message history or anything that suggests this is a personal item used for everyday things. The browser had no search history and defaulted to a free online search agent terminal.
The outbound call history matches the missed calls you saw earlier this morning. He'd been a persistent git.
No inbound calls were present, not even the call you returned that disconnected. Inbound calls must have been blocked by the service provider.

Opening the cigar case was a dream, they smelled divine. It contained four huge, fat cigars.
They must have been expensive, the case alone must have been worth a couple hundred quid. It bore the makers mark of a firm in Hamburg and was inlaid with an exquisite pearl inlay and blue-bone-china patterning.
The cigar tastes amazing, really hitting the spot.

[Scawire]

With aid up the stairs Mantis hands Dunk his Med kit to go to work on hims. Thinking about what the Ork was wearing Mantis lets out a yell. Hey Knives I need some armor that blends in Strip that ork of his armor if you have time. With that out of the way Mantis lays back wishing he had a bottle of gin to help kill the pain his arm is in. Well Dunk I guess you try and fix me then I do my best to try and fix you up, Slot me these bullets hurt.

[Sillasion]

Visual Perception
Rank Perception 1 + Intuition 4 + Vision Enhancement 3 = 8d6
8d6.hits(5)=3
3 Hits

[Csjarrat]

___Sillasion___
The street you come onto shows some signs of inhabitation, a light flickers in an upstairs window through a doorway on the 2nd floor.
You're sure something moved into the shadows as you round the corner and level up out of the apex

[Lumen]

Knives savors the luxurious cigar, letting the smoke slowly seep from his mouth.  When Mantis yells down about stripping the ork he raises an eyebrow and yells back up, "You daft?  I ain't stripin this guy down!  We can handle some new clothes after we get in touch with the Johnson." 

He takes another long draw off the cigar and lets out three smoke rings before continuing, "Besides he might actually be our contact to the Johnson.  It was his com that kept calling me this morning so we shouldn't piss him off anymore than we already have.  Last thing we need is to be lost in fucking France with no friends and this big mother fucker trying to chase us down.  Oh yea hurry up and copy the paydata before he gets up!"

*I can appreciate the need for security but not being able to call the Johnson back is a real pain in the bollocks.*