[DeathofVirtue]

  So I basically popped this in so we could have a laugh at the weird and sometimes hystericaly funny situations we can find ourselves in runnning the shadows.

  Regardless if your a GM,, new player or prime runner most people have that one mission that stands out, you know like that one time when you were firing anti vehicle ordnance down range out the back of your riggers pimped out new ride doing 100 trying to outrun HTR and criticaly glitch with all ones blowing the back out of his new pride and joy and nearly killing the poor face cowering behind the street sam.

[DeathofVirtue]

I guess I'll start.

  So to set the scene I was taking a rare break from my usual gm spot playing as an elf adept face.  The group had just finished a rather tricky snatch and grab for Ares and were at a meet with one of the street sams contacts in a local dive bar re a very very well secured armoured briefcase we picked up on the run.  I was with the rigger back at home base about to head out with him and assist in his purchase of some explosive goodies for some of his expendable drones. 

  Anyway the main group gets a taxi throws the case inside and pile in as our ride may have aroused some suspicion from lonestar (It was a disposable 1 shot deal and the nice one was being borrowed by one of the deckers contacts).    The main group reaches the meet and pile out the taxi.  After a few minutes and a few picts the contact announces that the contents of that case were likely to be state of the art headware (The delicate kind) from the RnD lab we had just raided and that this is how it's usually transported, it's likely worth a lot of new yen to the right people and he knows a guy who can open it, for a cut of the profits, if they have it on them and want to sell.

  They decide they do and a rather seedy looking elf meanders over from the bar at the contacts gesture and shows them to a more private room.  After all the uneasy is this an ambush jitters he pulls a toolkit from a spot he clearly had it stashed in, looks at the group blinks and asks "I'm assuming your friend with the case will be joining us shortly?  I understand the caution but if you want it open I do actually need it".

  Shortly after he asks this there's this awkward silence for about twenty seconds as they realise nobody said they were taking it OUT the taxi (I had clicked on this as it happened but I wasn't part of the group so my character wouldn't know).

  So im about to enter the store with the rigger when we hear a familiar yell "Come back you piece of drek!  Taxi Taxi!"  and our chromed up street sam comes flying past us in full sprint, soaked in sweat followed by several of the rest of our team tailing behind and the rigger and I just looked at each other out of character and collapsed, laughing hysterically.

[RowanTheFox]

Our PhysAd/drummer distracted someone who was hunting down our mage at a concert by chucking his bass drum at the guy. Then used his Missile Mastery to take out his two buddies with the drum sticks (he rolled really well). Threw up his hands, yelled "Thank you! Good night!", and then we ran like hell.

The entire mission was actually helping our mage recover some data that proved she'd been set up by a rival, and was actually innocent.

[DeathofVirtue]

  Haha yeah it's easy to forget anything an adept touches is potentially a lethal weapon.   My off gm had one that he built specifically to throw tranquilizer patches at people, really creative little build.

[MijRai]

Twas the week before Christmas, and the team's on a job; we really need the money, no time to fob!
The ork sam must scout, without drawing eyes; with that in mind he made a cunning disguise!
A great white beard and a red fur-edged suit; a rather large sack to carry the loot!
Ringing a bell outside the location; he asks those with extra to spare a donation.
Hundreds of nuyen fall into his bag; it was heavy enough it was hard to drag!
Despite his vocation the nuyen was shared; he made sure the SINless knew he cared.
On the day of the run his sack had a new toy; an automatic shotgun loaded with less-lethal joy!
Clubbed the guard and hustled in; stick-n-shock bullets roared in the din.
Ninja saved the children, summoner fought mage; decker was Santa's elf, dressed half her age!
Santa saved children from a grisly fate; shooting blood mages in their bald pate!
Escaped with the children, stole the wizard's best car; too bad they didn't get very far.
Missiles and HTR coming in low!  People thought it was a mighty loud show!
With wiles and speed we got the kids home; bounced some grenades off a corp-sec's armoured dome!
Santa Ork made the news, though the beard hid his face; his shotgun was blazing, a hero in this case! 
Family reunited, the runners paid; the children just wish that Santa stayed.

[RowanTheFox]

Twas the week before Christmas, and the team's on a job; we really need the money, no time to fob!
The ork sam must scout, without drawing eyes; with that in mind he made a cunning disguise!
A great white beard and a red fur-edged suit; a rather large sack to carry the loot!
Ringing a bell outside the location; he asks those with extra to spare a donation.
Hundreds of nuyen fall into his bag; it was heavy enough it was hard to drag!
Despite his vocation the nuyen was shared; he made sure the SINless knew he cared.
On the day of the run his sack had a new toy; an automatic shotgun loaded with less-lethal joy!
Clubbed the guard and hustled in; stick-n-shock bullets roared in the din.
Ninja saved the children, summoner fought mage; decker was Santa's elf, dressed half her age!
Santa saved children from a grisly fate; shooting blood mages in their bald pate!
Escaped with the children, stole the wizard's best car; too bad they didn't get very far.
Missiles and HTR coming in low!  People thought it was a mighty loud show!
With wiles and speed we got the kids home; bounced some grenades off a corp-sec's armoured dome!
Santa Ork made the news, though the beard hid his face; his shotgun was blazing, a hero in this case! 
Family reunited, the runners paid; the children just wish that Santa stayed.

Oh, sweet blessed Loki, I just choked on my tea.

[DeathofVirtue]

Ahh an epic tale ^^.  Don't mess with "Santa" or you might be given a "gift" of something worse than coal.

[Xirany]

Twas the week before Christmas, and the team's on a job; we really need the money, no time to fob!
The ork sam must scout, without drawing eyes; with that in mind he made a cunning disguise!
A great white beard and a red fur-edged suit; a rather large sack to carry the loot!
Ringing a bell outside the location; he asks those with extra to spare a donation.
Hundreds of nuyen fall into his bag; it was heavy enough it was hard to drag!
Despite his vocation the nuyen was shared; he made sure the SINless knew he cared.
On the day of the run his sack had a new toy; an automatic shotgun loaded with less-lethal joy!
Clubbed the guard and hustled in; stick-n-shock bullets roared in the din.
Ninja saved the children, summoner fought mage; decker was Santa's elf, dressed half her age!
Santa saved children from a grisly fate; shooting blood mages in their bald pate!
Escaped with the children, stole the wizard's best car; too bad they didn't get very far.
Missiles and HTR coming in low!  People thought it was a mighty loud show!
With wiles and speed we got the kids home; bounced some grenades off a corp-sec's armoured dome!
Santa Ork made the news, though the beard hid his face; his shotgun was blazing, a hero in this case! 
Family reunited, the runners paid; the children just wish that Santa stayed.

This is so great you made me make my first post!

Now I have to find and excuse for dressing someone at my team up as Santa.

[MijRai]

Is it bad that I came up with that on the fly to describe one of my favorite 'runs?

[Tecumseh]

Is it bad that I came up with that on the fly to describe one of my favorite 'runs?

Doesn't matter. Bra-VO!

My own humble entry is that I once had a Johnson hire the players to extract a specific penguin from Seattle's Woodland Park Zoo. (The Johnson smelled suspiciously of fish. He was a zookeeper who felt he had been fired unfairly.) Comedy ensued as the players struggled to identify this one specific penguin out of 20 nearly identical penguins, and then extract it when its strategy was to jump in the water and swim away anytime they got close.

Edit: grammar

[Beta]

Is it bad impressive and awesome that I came up with that on the fly to describe one of my favorite 'runs?

Fixed that for you, looks like a glitch in the matrix or something.  Anyway, to the corrected question:  yes, yes it is 

[DeathofVirtue]

  Yes, it really added to the punch.  You even have me planning a christmas themed run for my group over a month in advance, very impressive.

  Penguins?  I can picture that run now lol

[HobDobson]

Street scum that we are, our technomancer hacks our names onto the primo VIP guest list of Kansas City's hottest nightclub, the better to stalk a couple of gang enforcers who frequent the place. What could go wrong? We're all adults here, right? 

Maybe, just maybe, the nine-year-old orc who's never had anything stronger than soykaf, might NOT understand that drinking or snorting everything offered to him may be a) hazardous, b) expensive, c) captured on security footage, and d) lead to losing a commlink in his underage hook-up's bedroom for Mom to find.

Mix in a ruthenium-coated jumpsuit programmed with psychedelic disco screensavers, worn by said orc, and we have e) a new viral video released to the Matrix, courtesy one very bored fourteen-year-old left in the club's sound/video booth for six hours of overwatch.

To be fair, the team eventually did start to wonder what had happened to our mechanic and our mage. After a late breakfast. And a very irate comm call.

We've even used DJ/emcee appearances by The Electric Cuddlefish on two other continents since then. Too bad the last one got Thor-shotted (Thor-shot? Big Badda Boom, either way).

[The Wyrm Ouroboros]

Your Objective: A gizmo in the 10th sub-basement ultra-secure Shiawase lab.
Your Problem: Shiawase is seeeriously hunting for you.
Your Accomplishment: Getting down there in disguise - the entire team, yay!!

Your Next Problem: Ork Underground Anarchists break through into the level 8 sub-basement and start raising holy hell.  Lockdown!!
Your First Crowning Moment of Awesome: A not-quite-blind-shot kill (GM rolled boxcars on a 'did you hit it?' 2d6 roll) on the keypad keeping the security door locked with a dikoted katana THROUGH the security door, killing it and enabling the door to open.
Your Second Crowning Moment of Awesome: Stepping through that door and, when the GM popped a rail-mobile turret down through the ceiling, killing it with a didn't-even-look katana thrust straight up into it.  (GM: "Wait, dikote makes them AV?  Oh, crap!!")

Geez, Seriously?  Well, You Still Have A Problem --:  All levels above 5 are in complete lockdown, so you can't get out, making your only exfil point the way the terrorists came in.  An ork with an LMG on the far end of the hallway the terrorists broke into and are going to be exfiltrating through.  Your end is a one-person-at-a-time seriously-heavy airlock.  And the ork has orders to open fire on ANYONE he doesn't recognize.
Your Third Crowning Moment of Awesome: You take off all your armor and guns so as to appear as non-threatening as possible, carrying only your sheathed dikoted katana.  You process through the door, and the ork unloads a long burst down the hallway.  You dodge every single bullet, and don't need to roll even a single Body die.  Call out, "I only want to talk."

There's Still An Ork With An LMG, You Nimble Little Minx!!!: The ork frowns at your amazingly-not-splattered-still-alive body, and lifts his hand to call to his superiors on what to do about this crazy unarmored elf-that-looks-human bitch.  Gets the word, moves hand back to the weapon.
Your Fourth Crowning Moment of Awesome: You, having stated you're using your optics to zoom in on his lips and finger, ask the GM how far the ork is from where you are.  The GM decides that nobody can move 11m, so he tells you that's how far away the ork is.  You have a move of 12.  You move while the ork is still reaching for the trigger.  He rolls as you get to him, trying to shoot you at point-blank range, but you use the katana to keep the barrel of the weapon pointed Not At You, ending up with one hand on the stock of the LMG keeping it pointed away from yourself, and the katana's edge at the ork's throat.  "I said, I only want to talk."

Result: Three Shiawase buildings blown up (not by us, but by the terrorists), terrorists let us pass through into the Underground, we got the gizmo, and Hawatari got a date with an ork gentleman (not the one in the hallway) (she has a weakness).

[DeathofVirtue]

Took me a few minutes to respond there I was laughing so hard.  I have such a vivid mental picture of that going down.  Thanks for sharing.