[Csjarrat]

@Lumen_________
there's a net hits modifier from the bind spell so you lost two dice, only one of which was a hit.
Dodge: : 13d6t5 4
Edge to re-roll: : 9d6t5 6 of course you get that kind of roll when you only need 2 more hits lol.

The mana winds around your arms, restricting your arc and with some effort, your enemy manages to escape the business end of your blade.
He slings a handfull of shining powder into the air and looses another bolt of mana at you, feeling he was beginning to get on top of the fight..

Casting Bind at F2 (reagents to boost to L4):
: 9d6t5 3 another 3 hits, remember the -2 modifier for the resistance.
: 9d6t5 1 takes 1 stun from drain for 5 boxes filled.

@Profgast________
You sweep the sensors all around, but can't find anything obvious other than the movement of the trees across the visual sensors that could have caused the pilot to alert you.

[ProfGast]

Redline curses mentally at the dog-brain of the Flying Eye for an instant before re-setting the observation parameters and reloading the Clearsight autosoft to hopefully get a more refined body-watcher out of the blasted drone.  The next instant she was winging back to jump into the Flyspy and finish the recon as best she could.

Flypsy pilot test: 11d6t5 4 -2 to dp from annoyed distraction towards flying eye, 4 hits total
Flypsy Sensor Test: 11d6t5 3 Still distractd.  3 hits total

[Lumen]

Body 5 + Strength 5 - Modifier 2 = 8d6. Resist Spell: 8d6t5 4.  If I understand right then that a successful resistance.


*Shit, this itn't goin how it should be goin...  Let's try the ol zapper again, otherwise I'm fackin done fer.*  Knives calls the taser to his waiting hand once again and tries to line up a shot to hopefully even the playing field once again.


Free Action: Draw Taser.
Simple Action: Take Aim, +1 Dice pool.
Simple Action: Fire Taser. 
Tasers 7 + Agility 5 + Smartlink 1 + Take Aim 1 - Wounds 1 = 13d6 [7].  Resist Spell: 13d6t5 7

[Csjarrat]

Sorry guys, got roped into running a tournament this weekend!
@Lumen_________
Your bindings restrict your aim slightly and what would have been a good shot was just about dodgeable.
: 13d6t5 8 nice. Dodged
Your sinister, grey skinned opponent jinked out of the way with unnatural grace and strode forwards, a sickly grin on his face.
He began incanting and his aural image shifted before you, loosing its bright vibrancy as its mask fell away. What it had covered was black, hideous, even perceiving it made you nauseous with the stench of rotting flesh and blood attacking your senses.
He unsheathed a small dagger from a scabbard in the small of his back and uttered some sinister sounding words as his free hand grabbed a handful of powder from inside his hooded coat.
A deep sense of foreboding overcame you and the astral space around you became sheathed in black.
Bile rose in the back of your throat as you become overpowered with the stench, barely noticing that he'd slashed at the back of your hand, siphoning the mana-charged blood seemingly into the hilt of the elaborate dagger, strengthening its magical glow.
He laughed and kicked you square in the chest, sending you sprawling into the metalwork and your consciousness faded to black.

@Profgast_______
The house looks deserted for the most part, though your determination pays off as you decide to get much closer to the building to get a better look. Landing delicately on the windowsill of the upper floor, a chink in the heavy curtains reveals that what would ordinarily have been a bedroom or study was filled with banks of storage cabinets and racks of large cardboard boxes with chinese/japanese writing on them.
It didn't mesh well with your location and you began to suspect you'd got the location you were looking for.
You breathed a sigh of relief, just in time for the Flying eye to ping another motion alert at you again

[Csjarrat]

@Lumen_____________
A warm, wet feeling enveloped you, lapping at the sides of your consciousness as it trickled down your head and out of your arm.
Distant shouting battled against the sinister haunting shapes that flickered into reality and vanished as you reached out to them but a heavy blow to something, no, not something, someone caught your attention.
The figure coalesced into a mockery of the ghoulish man you'd recently fought before a second blow brought you out of your stupor. The vibrancy had returned to the astral plane as a heavily cybered and black ridden aura called your name and grabbed at your clothes to haul you up from the cold steel decking.
The voice was familiar and with great mental effort, you shook off your demons and returned your gaze to the material plane; glad to see tank and one of his lads from the harbour side.
The fuck happened to you mate? you alright te move?
Your head felt woozy and your hand was wet with blood as you touched it, but the more horrifying mark was that on the back of your hand. A sickly looking black wound remained where his dagger had made contact, even the memory of the strike made you retch bile.
Get 'im off lads, fucking pigs'll be swarming all over us in a sec.

[Lumen]

Knives gives Tank a groggy and confused looked, "I was fightin some dead bloke... he did this."  He holds up his bloody hand.  After a moment he shakes his head as the fog clears a bit.  "Wait a tick... gotta find my link...  it went flyin durin the scrap."

[ProfGast]

Ena turned her drone body on a route that would take her back to her meat-body for easy recovery and mentally pulled the AR window of the Flying Eye's FoV out of her peripheral to see what sort of alert it was bringing up now.

[Csjarrat]

@Lumen___________
Tank looks baffled at the wound, clearly having never seen anything like it. That shit looks nasty mate. Best get Doc te have a look at that. What did the bastard do te ya?
He dials your comm and you could hear it rattling away against the butress of one of the machines and the other lad grabbed it as Tank grabbed you and dragged you up through the ship onto the deck.
You began to feel hot, feint and nauseous, putting more and more weight through Tank until he grunted and slung you over his broad shoulders as you hit the gangplank.
The lads on the harbour side were hurriedly slamming the last of the boxes into the vans and waving frantically at you stragglers to get off the ship.
You could hear why; the harbour police had showed up. Patrol boats approached, powerful engines tearing at the water, churning it into a white spray behind them.
It was of little concern to you though, Your AR feed re-synced with the comm and a slew of messages popped up as you struggled to focus.

//From::<<Pavel>>//<<Urgent job, Smith needs you to lead a team, Monday. Working away from the City. I think you'll enjoy the peace and quiet. Train reservation will be forwarded on, pay is 5K non-negotiable. Be at King's cross, 6.30am. You're on the 06.42 to Aberdeen. Platform 10.>>

[Lumen]

Knives mumbles into his microtransceiver as it converts his words into text in a reply to Pavel.

<<Oi Pavs!  Sounds brill.  Gotta sleep now cause I'm all knackered but I'll be there.  Ok bye.>>

Once Tank sets him down in a vehicle Knives stretches out as best he can and drifts off back into unconsciousness.

[Csjarrat]

@Profgast____________
Your stomach turned as the Flying Eye's AR overlay showed a scraggly looking black animal approaching your body tentatively from afar.
It was hard to determine what it was at the fidelity available from the sensors, but it was roughly dog-sized and looked as if it was in a bit of a bad way.
The Fly-Spy's auto pilot engaged with your command and you dropped back into your meat-bag body quickly, retrieving the drone as it deftly landed on the snow next to you.
Your arse felt wet and cold from where your body heat had melted the snow and it had soaked into your clothes. The pressing issue was the interested animal however, but your professionalism kicked in first, mentally commanding the recordings through to Bex.
The connection to the Van's satellite uplink was laggy and slow without the benefit of the mesh network of the city around you, but the compressed file zapped over quickly enough. The full hi-res files would have to wait till you hard-wired the comm into the Satlink's data port in the van.
//Bex//<<Good work. This looks like we're looking in the right place. I'm putting a team together to infiltrate and explore the area. As you've got local knowledge and kit, I want you to take the lead. I need you to pick up the team members up from Darlington station at 08:57 Monday. I'll forward their details over and brief the team in a Matrix meet on Monday morning.//

[ProfGast]

As soon as the message to Bex registered Ena turned towards the new threat(?) and shivered as the full force of winter seeped back into her bones.  She pocketed her drones as she got her blood flowing back in her limbs and looked at the animal that was coming towards her.

Perception for oncoming dogthing: 12d6t5 6 5 hits by limit.  5 hits also on non-visual means

[Csjarrat]

_______CH4 begins______________

@Profgast__________
A mangy, sickly looking large dog sneered at you from the roadside, sporting a limp and a nasty looking bite wound on its head. It sniffed at the air hungrily, revealing an underfed set of ribs through a bedraggled pelt.
It certainly didn't look like it was here to be petted, and it growled at you as you tried to advance up to the road, back to the safety of your van.Roll initiative if you're gonna fight it, or declare actions and roll dice for other approaches

@Lumen___________
Your dreams were tortured by horrific waves of agony that contorted your body and though you couldn't hear it in your passed-out stupor, your lads grew more and more concerned about the sickly looking black wound and the fever and sweats you showed as you writhed in your seat. Tank pushed your chest down and held you against the motion of the van as it careened away from the docks as the police response to your raid intensified.
You wouldn't know anything about it other than the stories in the Dog and Duck Inn tomorrow, but for tonight, the denizens of the astral aligned with evil, with blood magic, would visit you and prevent you from forgetting your encounter with that grey creature today.
Morning came as a relief, a wan light piercing through the curtains and striking you in the eyes, the unfamiliar sound of an autodoc beeping irregularly focussed your mind and brought you out of a dazed and hazy sleep.
You were on your sofa, the unforgettable scent of eastern european cigs rushing back into your nostrils to replace the smell of vomit that had dried around your mouth. It tasted rank, your tongue had a coating of furry day old grime on it and your breath could cut glass. You swiped clumsily at the array of cables attached to your head and your arm and the auto-doc protested loudly at your interference.
A set of footsteps from out of your line of sight brought panic to you, but Timmy’s gentle voice soon returned calm. Alright Knives? How you feeling?

@Zwei________
The pub grub had hit the spot and the stick was pretty lively. Ralphy had had to shoot off for his shift, but a few of the regulars were about and it soon turned into an all afternoon session.
The stresses of the past few days soon faded with a couple of pints of real ale and the gin, brandy and vodka shorts faded the rest out until you awoke with a stinging headache and a mouth dryer than the sahara next to a half-eaten takeaway. A blurry and out of focus ARO reminded you that you'd got shit-loads to sort before you had to head up north and you wearily drew your sluggish and hungover head out of bed.
You dreaded telling your Mum you had to go out of town for a few days, you knew you'd never live it down when she got home. "Abandoning me in my hour of need! I didn't raise you that way!!" you could almost hear her now in your mind as you cajoled the soyprocessor into life.

@Saithor_______
Bex had proved to be a most charitable host, organising a courier to pick up the kit you needed and a secure dead drop for your shopping list to be picked up from at Darlington station just before lunchtime on monday.
Killing time in the apartment had been pretty hard, the Trix connection wasn't that great and you soon got bored of watching re-runs of old Spitfire Ace seasons, but it was better having a working soyprocessor and soycaf dispenser than some of the doss-holes you'd lain low in before. You had a few hours before the auto-cab came to take you to Kings Cross and Callie had already shipped out, her excuses made and arse covered with her varying employers and middle-men.
She'd been good fun to be stuck with for a few days, both of you had shared stories and let your guard down a bit as you'd gotten bored of Trids and she was clearly grateful for you hauling her hoop out of the shit with the Romanians. Callie is now +1 loyalty for you as a contact

[saithor]

Silas checked and double-checked himself. Condition: Presentable, not any stains he could see, and he didn't look that dishreveled, but a few weeks in the safehouse had taken their toll. Behind him, the soy-processor continued to make noises as it worked, and he fixed it with a beady-eye stare. Evere since the incident in his apartment, he had become well aware of the dangers of a possibly hacked soy processor. He still didn't know if his previous one had jsut suffered a glitch, but he wasn't taking any chances. As soon as the machine was done he quickly ate the quick breakfest it had made. Not as good as that traditional breakfest a few weeks back with Callie, but it would work out. He grabbed a fedora, pushed it down over his head, wrapped a scarf around his face, and with gloved hands he grabbed his recently re-wrapped and repackaged shotgun. The bloody thing was a little heavy, but nothing he wouldn't have too much trouble with. A Backpack loaded up with all of his other goodies was put onto his shoulders, and he then decided to wait for the cab to show up.

[Lumen]

Knives feebly batted at the attached sensors until he heard Timmy's voice, "Feel like I got hit by a lorrie... an then someone puked in my mouth.  Oi,  be a good lad an fetch us a smoke yea?"

He fumbled around for his link trying to get his bearings and check his messages, typical hungover procedure.  Seeing the message from Pavel sparks a bit of alertness and worry.  "Fack, what day is it mate?  I apparently got another job..."  His last few words carrying a bit of worry considering how shotty he felt.

[Zweiblumen]

Rubbing sleep and assorted alcohol from his eyes, Taylor cleans up and gets ready for the day.  He knows he's gonna have to spend some time working on those sprites and run the diagnostics on Ralphy's odd virus before heading to the station the next day.

While sitting in his home office, he frets constantly while working.  He sends a few messages to the hospital asking about updates on his mum.  He know's there's nothing he can do, and this job will pay the bills for the next month, but he still feels like he's abandoning her.  He finally gets wrapped up enough in his work to stop pestering the poor sisters and then ends up forgetting to eat lunch or dinner.  Coming out of VR and into the real world those needs hit him like a tonne of bricks.  He races to the rest room to resolve those needs first, and then heads downstairs to make a midnight snack before catching some shut-eye and heading to the train station in the morning.  On his way out the door he makes sure he has his survival kit and an extra scarf.  His mom always worries when he's out in the cold for long.