[Shinobi Killfist]

I don't see the problem with the infiltrator in the OP. Yes, his performance was far from flawless; he should've informed his teammates of his intentions and been a little more diligent in sneaking around. But Mr. Johnson asked for a few million in damages, and that is exactly what he delivered.

Agreed.  Sounds like other than maybe flubbing a stealth check and a hotels security going super hot on a dude carrying luggage he didn’t really do much wrong. Yeah he should communicate more but deadman switch edge seems reasonable in the circumstances. And I’d laugh my ass of too. Laughing at your mistakes is better than getting angry.

[JoeNapalm]

I think my favorite of my players "What were you THINKING?!" moments was during the extraction of a trid star from a black tie event:

All done up in tuxes, they infiltrated as bodyguards for some other starlet, and they did alright right up until the mark tripped a panic button hidden in their jewelry...

...once the drek impacted the oscillating device, they decided to get the #@$% outta dodge. In a shower of bullets and broken glass, they piled into their vehicle, a bleeding-edge T-bird (yes, a vectored thrust ground-effect vehicle, this will be important in a minute) super limo they'd stolen to make a grand entrance (and subtle getaway, of course) and told their Rigger to punch it.

Which he did.

Straight toward the main gate.

The conversation went something like this...

Rigger: "I gun it, and accelerate as quickly as possible through the main gate."

GM (Me): "Okay, the main gate is closed and crawling with security. You're in a vectored-thrust vehicle, you could ju--"

Rigger: "I peg the throttles and ram it!"

GM: "Uh, this place is pretty high security. While ornamental, that gate is heavily reinforced, and when you tripped the security alert, they raised anti-vehicle bollards. You've got vertical take-off, you could ju--"

Rigger: "This thing can go supersonic! We'll blast right through that flimsy gate! I punch it!"

GM, looking to rest of party: "Uhm...your Rigger is about to fly this thing straight into a high security, reinforced anti-vehicle barrier on afterburner...what are you gonna--"

Party: "WE STRAP IN!"

GM: "Are you sure you don't want to--"

All: "GO GO GO GO!!"

...

Anyway, they didn't make it supersonic, having only a couple of hundred feet to accelerate, but they did hit the gate (did I mention this vehicle was capable of vertical take-off?) they were going high enough into the triple-digits of kph to pound through the highly-reinforced barrier...also tearing apart the lightly armored vehicle like a junkie opening a pack of soy crisps, flat-lining all but the most heavily-cybered members of the team (did I mention they were wearing tuxes?) and outright killing their extraction target (a trid-starlet whose "armor" consisted of about 0.3oz of evening gown).

The Rigger, after a few moments of thought (while rolling many dice to see if he was just mostly dead or all dead), did at least finally have the presence of mind to comment "Well, maybe that wasn't so smart."

Ya think?!

-Jn-
Ifriti Sophist

[Hephaestus]

So, not sure if this is the most clueless moment, but it was fraggin hilarious.

We took a side job to get a material link from an Ares-backed candidate our Johnson (another player with a powerful family) really didn't want to be in any position of power, so we decide to slip into a black-tie fundraiser. The plan is to get the mark alone, drug him with some Bliss, then get a sample of whatever as the material link.

Our point man is an face-shifting elf adept. Our decker almost kills himself getting a phony invitation to this fundraiser at a hotel that is swarming with KE and some other Ares P-sec, so we are all counting on him. He follows the mark into the bathroom, and finds the slot snorting Novacoke with some randos.

He decides to start doing drugs with the mark... and the two of them, both high as holy hell, finally run out of coke. That's when our man remembers the Bliss in his pocket. They do that together, and thankfully he keeps his feet. The mark... well, the mark dreks his pants and passes out in the stall.

Security sees the mark's bio-feeds go wonky and decide to move in. In a moment of pure something, our man takes his pants off and stuffs them under his shirt, takes the mark's pants off, and stumbles out of the bathroom waving "his" drek-covered pants around screaming "I MADE A BOO BOO!!!!"

He is immediately ejected from the event, pants and all. The only thing funnier than his exit was us going to the meet afterwards, and having him throw the pants at the Johnson. But hey, material links can be almost anything, right?

[BeCareful]

Uh, more "gross" than "clueless", but hey: nobody died and you succeeded at what you set out to do. So it might not count for this purpose, but still, eugh.