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Weatherman runs outside (8m moved)

Harvard sees Weatherman heading for the exit and follows him. (7m)

Hecate isn't prone to leaving teammates behind, even dwarves. She sticks with Doc Shadow to cover his ass, and prepares to run as soon as she sees either a KE badge or Shadow finishes stabilizing the mooks.

NH8 continues running and runs right into a wall, falling prone across the street.

(Weatherman and Doc Shadow are up)

Doc Shadow dismisses Eir back to the astral plane and runs as fast as his surprisingly swift Dwarven physique will carry him, regrouping with the others.
(Hecate follows)

(At this point, we'll call the encounter complete. Netizen will regroup with you guys on the next turn, and NH8 gets back to his feet and flees)

It's about 9 PM now, and you've got an open appointment at 3 PM tomorrow at the Fort Lewis zoo to meet 'Special Agent Seth Deitrich' and his hundred thousand nuyen...should you wish to accept it.

"Well, anyone know who those freaks were?" Netizen asks as the group calmly flees the scene in Weatherman's van.

(If anyone's got any kind of Seattle street knowledge or knowledge about criminals, feel free to roll it)

(Also, gain a 2 Karma reward from the tea room battle. And Weatherman did retrieve his wrecked drone. Also, Squall, feel free to institute the rebuild now.)

Interest Knowledge Transhumanist Philosophy: 6-2 = 4 pool

1,1,2,3 Critical-Glitch!

Street (Seattle): 5 dice= 3 hits

(No relevant Knowledge skills. Karma added to sheet, will spend tonight.)

"I don't know who they were. What they are now is dead." Hecate lowers her shotgun, thoughtfully putting the safety on and keeping the muzzle pointed in a safe direction. Her destruction is targeted, rather than wanton. "We have someplace to be tomorrow afternoon. Between now and then I suggest we get some shuteye, replenish ammo, and maybe try to trace them. Netizen, anything you can run to find out more?"

Harvard has heard tales of the Night Hunters, freaks that are less of a gang and more of a new species. They’re basically scattered groups of urban savages, heavily cybered hardcore racism. The Night Hunters hate metahumans and are known to stalk them in packs, tearing them apart with cybernetic hands, razor claws, and wicked arm-blades. They make cred to feed their never-ending cyber-modification habit by hiring out as muscle, peddling BTLs and enhancement drugs, and selling the possessions—and often the remains—of their victims. Their tag is a silver-taloned hand slashing across a full moon, which they often wear as biolum, a digital tattoo, or AR tag.
The Night Hunters are the twisted side of transhumanism: modification to become less evolved, seeking the “purity” of becoming like pack animals, little more than beasts. Some Hunters even get vocal and ear modifications allowing them to “sing” in the hypersonic range (although howl is more like it). They use it to communicate with their packmates without most of their victims being able to hear them.

Weatherman, on the other hand, thinks that they were just attacked by KE Goons.

"I can run some searches, but most of my feeds about criminals is more about matrix crime than street gangs," Netizen replies as he holsters his revolver.

(All right, let me know if anyone is doing anything out of the ordinary over the night (repairs, purchase attempts, searches, etc) and we'll move to the next bit!)

Weatherman will be assessing the damage to his poor rotodrone and attempting (more likely starting) repairs.

Aeronautics Mechanic: 3 rank + 6 Log + 1(Grease Monkey trait) + 1 (working from plans) = 11 pool

1,1,2,2,4,4,5,5,5,5,6,6 = 6 hits ( Mental Limit 7)

[GM EDIT: Mental limit applies. You repair 5 boxes of damage to the drone in the evening. Roll again for morning.]


morning (extended test reduces pool by 1, so 10 pool)

1,1,2,2,3,5,5,5,5,6 = 5 hits, finishes repairing the last 2 boxes of damage

(Anyone else got anything to do?)

"All of my contacts are in white collar. Doubt they'd be of much help in tracking those assholes down." Harvard replies, shrugging.

Otherwise, Harvard doesn't have much to do until the next meetup.

"Well, lets hope they keep to themselves for the next while, then."

No other actions to take right now. Ammo is fine.

(Moving to new thread, because day advances!)