[Csjarrat]

___Lumen____
The microtransceiver crackles with an incoming signal as it rests on the table in front of you.

[Lumen]

Knives jumps at the small crackle.  *Good I didn't want to wait around all day for another call.*  He picks up the microtransceiver and examines the ork for the accompanying earbud.


Or if I can redirect it to my equipment even better but Knives isn't the best with tech.  Either way he's trying to at least pick up the call.

[Csjarrat]

Scrambling for the transceiver, you jam the bud into your ear in time for the last bit of the sentence:
...get the data?

[Lumen]

Knives clears his throat and tries his best to imitate the ork's voice, "Huh?"


I have a feeling I'm gonna regret this...  Let me know if you want a Con roll but I tried to keep it short in hopes of not giving myself away.  Also out of curiosity has our Edge had a chance to refresh?

[Csjarrat]

con roll please!

[Lumen]

Charisma 2 - Defaulting 1 = 1d6
1d6.hits(5)=0

Note to self: Don't use charisma as a dump stat ever again...

[Csjarrat]

The line immediately goes dead.

[Lumen]

"Bollocks..."  Knives tucks the microtransceiver in his pocket on the off chance that it gets another call.  He puts the cigar in his mouth, chomping down on the end and pulls up the sleeves of his great coat.  Bending at the knees he grabs the lumbering ork by the armpits and drags him over to the couch.

Once the big lug is up on the couch Knives yells up the stairs again, "You lads about done up there?  I want you down here when I wake him up and ask some hard questions.  And make it quick!  If he works for the wrong side we need to get moving."

[Csjarrat]

___Mantis___
Dunk grabs the first aid pack as best he can with his busted arm and sets to work cleaning your wound and dry packing it with gauze.
Your arm's fucked mate, there no' a lot a can do for ye, 'cept patch ye up. You're gonnae need a proper doc.
log 3, first aid 3 (6d6.hits(5)=2)
extras for the medkit rating -wounds and crappy area mods:
3d6.hits(5)=0

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
The Ork weighs an absolute ton. He was either built like a brick shithouse or had a stack of cyber in him or both!
After a lot of heaving, dragging and lifting, you manage to arrange his unconscious body into an upright-ish position on the couch.

[Scawire]

Once Dunk has finished the first line of defense against the angry wound in his shoulder Mantis yells down stairs. We will be right down. Mantis looks over at Dunk and gives him a bow. Dunk we best do the rest of the fixing up down stairs then we should blow this joint never know who this ork has for friends. Lets grab our stuff and head down. Mantis does his best to grab all his gear then heads down stairs to join up with Knives.

Mantis gets down stairs doing his best not to drop his gear for the 3rd time on his trip to aid Knives. Hey Knives strip that ork of his armor for me would you I need something not so noticeable like my bike armor. thanks chap. Mantis gets to work on Dunk fixing him up.


First Aid on Dunk

Logic 7 untrained -1 + med kit 6 - 2 for wounds = 10
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4330347/ 2 hits

[Sillasion]

Syberix focuses in trying to catch a glimpse of the movement in the shadows, but with no luck.
*Scheiße.... fuck it.*
 
She pulls the mana back in with an almost mechanical laugh

Stun Ball @ the last place she saw the shadow move - Force 5
Spellcasting 4 + Magic 5 = Dice Pool 9
9d6.hits(5)=4
4 gross hits
gross HIts 4 + Force 5 = 9S Damage

Resit Drain - Resisting 3S
Will 5 + Charisma 6 = Dice Pool 11
9d6.hits(5)=4
4 Hits - All Drain resisted


She slings the mana out into the shadows where she last saw the movement... after all - close only counts in horse shoes, hand grenades and stun balls....and right now - she just needs to be close.

[Csjarrat]

____Lumen_____
The Ork's eyes begin to flicker with a slight rousal of consciousness. He isn't awake, but he looks like he's stirring a bit.


___Mantis____
You manage to clean up the obvious detritus in Dunk's arm, packing it and sealing it against infection.
first aid is a threshold test (2) with net hits doing the actual healing. as neither of you or dunk got any net hits, no actual boxes of damage have been removed.(pg 252 sr4a)

___Syberix___
You feel the mana backlash as the stunball detonates
A series of unearthly howls emanate from the shadows you targetted, you flash by on the back of the bike and momentarily get a better look at a few wounded looking dog sized creatures. The noise of your engines roaring past causes them to limp half-heartedly through their wounds into the road after you.
Deet, having felt you moving around on the bike through the corner shouts over the din of the acceleration:
What the fuck did you do?

[Scawire]

With Dunk and Mantis making his way down stairs he decides to voice his option to Knives. Hey Mate this safe house might be blown, we might want to make for some other location before we get some more heat on us. With the attempt to heal himself and Dunk not really getting very far he thinks a few calls might be needed to get a Street Doc on their bosses payroll so they can get some decent help. Oh ya also me and him Pointing at Dunk not wanting to use anyone's name in front of the gun happy ork We both need to get a street doc to look over these holes in our bodies we stabilized ourselves but we do need some who knows what they are doing to help out. With that said Mantis grabs the e-paper and starts looking over the camera feeds making sure no one is flanking the house inorder to deliver a package of death to the three runners.

[Csjarrat]

___Mantis___
Coming downstairs, you feel the pain killers start to kick in, taking a little bite of the edge of the pain.
The ork had been propped up onto the couch, his head lolling from side to side as he tried to shake of his incapacitation.
A bike of some description had been left further up the road, near the copse of trees you saw the animals run into. He'd obviously wanted to leave it out of sight of the house cameras but hadn't bargained on a camera so far out of the main building complex.