[Chrona]

"Sold Paco, here's your cred. This'll go nicely with my favourite.... stop em biting their tongue."

He made the transaction and pocketed the gag.

[Boer_Kommando]

Paco thanked Heretic with a smile and nod, then rubbing his hands together he looked a dizzy and Rafa. "Of course I got what you need. This is one stop shopping for all your lethal business." Paco keyed a few buttons on his 'link and the bed of the SUV opened up and the side panels slide back showing an assortment of weapons and ammunition boxes. Paco stands there with a big prideful grin "If it aint here, it aint in this part of the 'plex."

[OOC: Make an Edge + Etiquette roll and add +2 dice for Paco's access to see if an item is available. Using the availability of the weapon or ammunition.]

[Kontact]

[OOC:  haha, uh... I hope I roll well enough to find regular ammo.  It's in the notes 1) m23 2) Bipod 3) Stick and shock 4) Frag grenade
7d6.hits(5) → [6,6,6,5,5,3,3] = (5) yay! M23! (avail 5R)
7d6.hits(5) → [1,5,3,4,5,5,1] = (3) Woo!  Bipod! (avail 2)
7d6.hits(5) → [3,5,1,2,4,4,4] = (1) no SnS (avail 5R)
7d6.hits(5) → [1,1,4,2,4,6,3] = (1) no frags (lol avil 10F nvm)]

"Oh, look at that right there!  Threaded barrel and everything!  How much?"

[Xzylvador]

[OOC: 1 hit ain't going to cover anything near a sniper rifle, heh. 'sides, Rafa can't pay for anything.]

[little devil]

Walter peers inside, hoping he spots anything that appeals to him.

[Kontact]

[More shopping!1) Shock Pad (2) 2) Personalized Grip (2) 3) External Smartgun system (4) 4) Quick draw holster (4) 5) Concealed holster (2) 6) Spare clips (4) 7) Regular ammo (2) Laser Sight (2)
7d6.hits(5) → [5,6,3,3,3,5,4] = (3) Yes to shock pad (avail 2)
7d6.hits(5) → [3,6,4,5,3,5,1] = (3) Yes to Personalized Grip kit (avail 2)
7d6.hits(5) → [2,1,2,2,1,4,4] = (0) No smartgun system (avail 4)
7d6.hits(5) → [1,6,2,6,3,6,2] = (3) No quickdraw holster (avail 4)
7d6.hits(5) → [3,4,1,6,3,2,4] = (1) No concealed holster (avail 2)
7d6.hits(5) → [3,6,5,5,5,2,4] = (4) Yes to Spare clips (avail 4 - seriously)
7d6.hits(5) → [1,5,4,1,2,5,4] = (2) Yes to Regular ammo (avail 2)
7d6.hits(5) → [4,1,6,3,3,1,1] = (1) No Laser Sight (avail 2)
Negotiation check Cha 6 + 1 skill +2 phero =9d6.hits(5) → [5,4,6,1,4,1,1,1,6] = (3)


"Take a buttstock pad... and this grip kit... and five clips... and some caseless ammo to fill.  Okay, so, rifle, gear and bullets.  Lemme look at this real quick." Knowing this rifle intimately, she pulls out the charging handle and jiggles the body a little, producing a rattling from the internal springs. "Hmm.. the upper receiver seems a little loose.  How about 1100 yen for the lot?"

[Chrona]

Death Mask (2): 8d6.hits(5)=2
Whoops Starting nuyen (4d6.hits(5)=2) 1700 Nuyen +33 from Credstick - 50 from ball gag = 1683 nuyen.

"Oh that is beautiful Paco..." It was wedged under an ammo box Dizzy had moved. He pulled the the Demonic Face free, it was black and twisted, like it was choking and screaming at the same time.

Nego 4 + Cha 5 + TP 2 + Fame 2 (13d6.hits(5)=4)

"How much?"

[Kot]

Jack was just as usual sitting by and watching, silently wondering to himself what the deal might mean. Are the Ancients that expansive? Would they want to try taking over a neighborhood which had almost no elves at all, and was knit tight enough to resist them with lethal force? That would be crazy...

[Sichr]

Ramirez is watching the scene in the underground with increasing feeling of dullness.
Divided we stand, united we fall.
he heard before, and what he saw make him wonder about the purpose of this theatre. Some noisy machos, running high on testosterone, showing discussing their cohones and dull ambitions. Seems like there is no point of standing here any longer. As for Pacos offer...Ramirez got everything he need right now, and has no money anyway, so he just had a quick look on the goods.

"Boys...I feel a bit dissapointed with this meeting. Nobody here showed Spikes any bit of reason why should they respect us. Those "Ancient" tales, Im not sure I believe that, but if the come, this is our Carbonado, our turf. We lure them down to shafts and tunnels and none of them would walk away any more. And this," he points at the chaos behind him,"makes me wonder that we really need the leader, because they are acting like there is dozen separate gangs, not strong, united Chulos we are meant to be!"

[Kot]

Jack sat down by one of the cracked pillars, and took out a bottle of isotonic drink. The label was covered with a sticker reading 'Stolen by Swiper'.
"We never were a united front. We have common roots, and they bind us strong enough to consider other Chulo gangs allies, and sometimes even brothers. But the people at the top... Well, when I was recovering, there was a lot of time, and no VR to play with. I did som reading, and there's one phrase that would be the best description of why this is happening. 'Whoever wants to be a leader, shouldn't be. The best leader is the one who doesn't want to lead.' I know it sounds like some kind of philosophy - I think it was one of the Greek guys in drapes, like in the trids, one of those wise guys who didn't give a shit, and just lived as they should, and were killed because of it. Maybe it's something deep. But I'm just a guy who spent his whole life looking out for them. And that's the problem."
Jack offered the bottle to the rest of the group - starting with Dizzy, his mom taught him manners apparently - his smile soured by the stuff he was talking about.
"Most of them don't care. We're just underlings to them. Hell, I saved this guy's life, and he just left me there. I took a bullet - well, six to be specific..." Jack shows them his bracelet, made of some kind of transparent polycarbon with six deformed bullets placed inside each bead. "... and nobody gave a shit. I heard from them twice. Once that Lucio's chica sent me a message how lame their new lookout guy was. And the second one was just some guy I didn't even know sending me a 'get well' card. A few weeks after I got shot. And when I got back it was 'Hey, nice to see you kid. We need a lookout for tonight...' Screw them!" Jack shakes his head violently, like he was trying to get rid of these thoughts. "We're Chulos." He points at the group, and himself. "They are Chulos." He makes a long gesture showing all of their surroundings - the whole neighborhood.  Then he looks back at the chaos behind them."And those guys are mostly bastards who want to get their accounts and egos inflated by sucking their own family dry. The goddamn ghoulies and vamps at least have the excuse of having to feed on people, or die."

[Sichr]

The best leader is the one who doesnt want to be. Nice, Ill remember that. For this occasion, I say fuck them. Yeah. We are all Chulos. Like you said. Family. Even if elves come, they could not win. because they would be in war with whole Carbonado. There is no head they can cut off, if you like the greek legends, Chulos are like Hydra. I see some options. One is, that Spikes are barking on the bad tree. We should call Ancients where they may find them and let them deal with each other. The second one should involve some more action...go to the plex and try to find out, what are they really up to. Some of those pollas would sure as hell go to that hotel and bring us some news. Or we should go to that hotel...If we would work together for this opportunity...And finally...just dont give a fuck and let it be.

[Xzylvador]

"I don't give a fuck. Doesn't mean I'll let things be. Anyone coming here up to no good will get their asses kicked. If they don't come here though, I don't see why we should bail out some gang that got into a fight it couldn't handle. Those guys in the hotel are dead -after Heretic plays with 'em- but that's just a matter of principle, it don't mean we owe the Spikes anything or that we enter any kind of 'treaty' or whatever with them.
And the 'best leader' is whoever the hell gets you guys to stop talking politics... Really making my fists itch with all that wageslave crap."

[Kontact]

"Agreed.  I prefer to live my philosophy, not speak it,  Dizzy interjected, not unpleased with the discussion, but ready to move on as Ramirez suggested.  "I want to check out this hotel in Redmond.  We got a ride big enough to carry two trolls all the way back here, or are we going to have to jack a car to make this happen?"

[Sichr]

Well I got wheels...well...maybe not enought for us and two trols but we should make some...customizations for them to fit in"...Ramirez is obviously admiring that chainsaw in Heretics hand..."and Ive got an Eye on those trolls who were visiting us. Ill send another one to observe the hotel before we got there....Let`s do this. Anyone wants t take a ride?"

[Kot]

Jack sighs, getting in the van.
"I'm not talking politics and shit. Just saying those guys are the worst choice of leadership we didn't get to make..."