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Post by Ronilion on Aug 24, 2005 7:49:44 GMT -5
Yea, that is what bothers me. First we don't buy the trolley accident story at all. TOO LAME!
So try this.... the old accountant set up our Johnson. He told Lone Star, most likely for NuYen. He lured our Johnson to the place and a contracted gutterpunk took him down. Then Lone Star let the old dude walk. Later they met him, bashed his head and tossed him in front of a trolley. We suspect a gutterpunk will be dead soon as well we are watching for that. This stinks. It has to be Lone Star Shadowriders. The Black side of Lone Star.
Depending on how much the old cripple actually knew we could be in a race with the Black Ops side of the Star. Does that answer most of the questions.
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Post by Xtreme on Aug 24, 2005 7:56:34 GMT -5
if this whole theory were true then either Johnson or the accountant might have some form of documentation as to the whats and whys for the car......
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Post by GreatMilenko on Aug 24, 2005 15:18:57 GMT -5
I see everyone is having a good time with conspiracy theories today. If nothing else, this particular exercise gives everyone a chance to see some of the work the group actually puts into this. So far most of the logic I have seen has been impeccable. Here's a good one... The car itself was fited with a new AI capable of contacting mid level CEO's... It made up a sad story about being stolen when it was just a Matchbox and the Johnson recruited the runners to go rescue it. It then staged a hit near a trolley (who's gonna suspect a 2005 electric car? a perfect alibi) and let evidence pointing to a gutterpunk. It's "Herbie" meets "Stealth"... Why, you ask??? easy... to impress one of the hot new lonestar vehicles he's secretly had a crush on for some time now... oh... thats not why you were asking why??? oh I see... you want to know why I posted this nonsense... well, next time you're attacked in broad daylight by a teed off electric car... I hope you have clean underwear on!!!
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Post by Braddoc on Aug 24, 2005 16:42:16 GMT -5
Yeah and how did a 2005 tech car manage to do that? Well the A.I who runs the Arcrology did it, I bet that tech in that car makes some pretty nice "effect", which might help his Otaku pets, and to expand his control over Seattle.
Or on a more sane approach, let's say the Star did the hit (The brain)and killed the old guy (The snitch, and the only one that seems to know the plan) I douth that they'll steal the car, moslty since the owner is basically in a highsecurity enclave protected by Lone Star, dus indirectly in possesion of Lone Star, thye just need the dead of the hitman, as stated before, and they got everything covered up. Hell, they could just sent a team to get the tech from the car, since they run the security there, they'll never get caught. so they'll may realse the program as a drug, or keep it so it may never be realease as a drug (BTLs and such are pretty much everywhere, why add something else to the mix?)
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Post by The Fatman on Aug 25, 2005 0:22:06 GMT -5
It appears that the activity in this game has caused a backlash of creative thought. This will require me to sort out some of the extra lines of investigation. I will update this here when I get it sorted a bit. In the meantime their is a frenetic amount of rolling going on at my private line.
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Post by Xtreme on Aug 25, 2005 0:30:15 GMT -5
does that mean were making you have to work more? yay us HAHA
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Post by The Fatman on Aug 25, 2005 2:24:03 GMT -5
No, not more than usual. Just sorting out the latest group meeting. I'll give you a preview.
OOC: GM: “Good evening everyone. I take it you have each examined the latest Omea killing by now and everyone has plans to enact. You will note that rolls have been intensive lately. This is due to some unique and unplanned for investigations by some of the members. Please bear with me as I sort it out. We again are at the meeting room. Security is in place. We are live.”
Krass: “Frag it! The Johnson was killed BEFORE we could get a signed contract. Where does it leave us legally?”
Drassel, “Legally, we received NuYen to set up the contract. I of course got it in advance. However, since we have no contracts it will be up to the Johnson’s beneficiary to decide if they wish to continue. I have contacted the beneficiary’s legal representation and he tells me his client will wave the advance fee and will drop the contract. As far as legality is concerned we need not pursue it further.”
Krass, “Did we make a profit?”
Drassel, “Of course. I told you previously Devlin that I quoted an extreme price on this contract. Our contracts specify a bond of 35% be posted into a specific account for expenses and setup. The price I quoted and was accepted by the Johnson was 7.5 million NuYen. He posted our bond as requested before we even started. Our bond on this job was two million six-hundred and twenty-five thousand NuYen. Minus current expenses, the largest being Luddington’s trip, we stand to make a very good profit.”
Krass, “We could have done better!”
Ronilion coolly looks at Krass, “Greedy again? If you really want to make some money off this we can continue to pursue it as a private enterprise operation. Eon and you have powerful contacts in the Star; Luddington is already onsite at Z-IC and can negotiate with them. We can cut a three way corporate deal, drop Doc Wagon completely out and take ongoing profits from whatever we turn up by cooperation. Lone Star has to know what Omea was hiding and they closed that door so there are no leaks. As mayor you renew the Seattle contracts for their services. They will deal with us. Z-IC has the item we need to investigate but no knowledge of what they have. The Star and we clue them for a percentage, we all chip in information and research and we share the patents and the NuYen on a prorated basis. Everyone’s happy and we get another quarterly dividend added to our bottom line. We also will then have a strong connection with Z-IC for our expansion project.”
As you can see the group has plans to make the most amount of NuYen with the least amount of work. I call it the lazy factor.
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Post by Eon on Aug 25, 2005 3:53:42 GMT -5
Allow me to add the next part of the public story from last night.
Krass suspiciously, “This looks too easy. Why would the Star include us in the deal? They can go to Z-IC and cut a two way deal. Also it may not be the Star as a whole that has the info. Ronilion in your brief you seemed to think it was Shadowriders. That’s about as dirty as the Star gets.”
Eon sweetly, “It’s not that easy. We have to deal with the local Shadowriders first not the Star brass. They are not easy to deal with because they are dirty. That means we deal heavy, and lucratively and sweeten their pot with some HEAVY profit first. I think I should be the one to deal with them since you are so lame tonight.” Eon yawns, “The way you’re thinking you would screw the pooch big time and considering the messages you have been leaving out on the matrix about me at the Shadow-runners recruitment center that’s about all you will ever get to screw. Now, I am going to need full authority and up front cash at the drop of a hat. I’ll take Ronilion as backup and I already laid on the Four Aces for the heavy support stuff so you have to meet expenses and cost for them as well.”
Krass smiles, “Trust you with money, sweetie? It is NOT going to happen. Dump the Aces. You and Ronilion cover me and I’ll meet with the Shadowriders. All you’re going to do is set it up. When you act too nice you’re up to something and I think you want to do this deal a little too much. It isn’t your job. Your job is to wag your tail to impress clients and keep me safe.”
Eon glares, “Go ahead. I’ll laugh in your stupid pug face when you frag it up.”
OOC: GM: “OK the meeting is ended. After some preparation work Krass with Eon and Ronilion as backup are to meet with the Captain of the Shadowriders and two of his people. The meeting is held in an abandon warehouse guarded by Yakuza bodyguards hired by both sides to insure privacy. The guards are OUTSIDE and the warehouse has been searched, checked for wires, bombs and other electronic spies and is clean. You are live.”
Krass, “Captain Tim Knuckles? Nice to meet you.”
Captain, shakes hands with Krass, “Mayor Krass. I am surprised that you would request a meeting with me. The message I received says that you wish to offer a deal? What possible deal could you want to make?”
Krass, “I know you had Omea and the cripple killed.”
Captain, “Knowing and proving are two separate things. Let’s say you can prove it and you are right without any admission from me. Is this to be a blackmail session?”
Krass smiling, “In a way. You give me the information you got from them and I let you walk away.”
Captain looks at Krass, “Just like that?”
Krass smiles, “Why not? It’s the best way. You can’t use the info yourself without implicating your own guilt. Just to be fair I’ll give you a couple of hundred thousand NuYen for your trouble. The Star Brass won’t lose either when I deal with them on your behalf. Everyone’s happy.”
Captain, “Got it all figured, huh? What if I decide you don’t walk away?”
Krass, “That would be very foolish. I have protection, because I brought my own bodyguards. Who wouldn’t notice a missing Mayor, either? You think if I die there wouldn’t be people looking?”
OOC: GM: “Krass suddenly without warning you are hit from behind by a tremendous force to the back. If you wish to try to retain consciousness make a roll.”
OOC: Krass, “FRAG! Eon you better not be hit too. OK, 4 failures, I ain’t going to see drek.”
OOC: GM smiling, “All you note is a crushing blackness; you can’t even turn around to see what hit you. Nighty-Night Krass. When you wake up you will be on your way to a glorious new adventure.”
OOC: GM: “A short while later Krass awakens to find himself naked and chained to a heavy oak table that tilts, can be raised and lowered, sort of like and old dungeon torture table. He looks like he is in a sinister stone mildewed dungeon. A small, burly looking masked torturer stands looking at you on a raised platform around the table. It might be a dwarf as it talks in a rough synthesized voice. We are again live, I’ll start.”
Sinister Dwarf, “Master, it awakes.” A slim impossibly tall bald man appears and looks at Krass and smiles showing enlarged canines.”
Krass, “Where am I?”
GM: “You are ignored. The Master hands the dwarf a LARGE set of bolt cutters. The dwarf opens the bolt cutters and places them on your privates. He makes a very slow snip and cuts it ALL off.”
OOC: Krass: “WHAT! No questioning? No negotiation? Not even the standard villain telling me WHY? Excuse ME! I think I’ll just scream but I sure want to know what happened to my backup!”
OOC: GM: “All in good time Devlin. Want to try to stay conscious while the blood spurts and they slap HOT IRONS on it to cauterize the wound?”
OOC: Krass: “You are KIDDING, right? Hell NO, I don’t want to stay awake for this. Can I at least puke on someone.”
OOC: GM laughing, “Make a Roll.”
OOC: Krass, “All successful.”
OOC: GM: “Your last GREAT ACT of DEFIANCE. Back to sleep now.”
OOC: GM: “Krass you awaken in a Doc Wagon ambulance which with siren screaming, is obviously enroute. Luckily the pain killers are effective. The trauma team is working on you. You are live again.”
Krass, trying to find out if it is missing.
GM: “You can’t tell, your restrained.”
OOC: Krass, “Then it probably is.” IC: “Will I be all right?”
Doctor Patterson from the front seat, “Sure. Your alarm went off and I came and got you. Where’s Eon and Ronilion?”
Krass, “Darned if I know. I got slammed, snipped and here I am. When you do the replacement try to make it something that will impress Eon.”
Doctor Patterson, “Sure but you better get some rest now. We’ll keep looking for the others.”
GM: “Krass slowly fades back into unconsciousness.”
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Post by The Great Krass on Aug 25, 2005 4:03:32 GMT -5
FRAG! Did I have a bad night or WHAT! Eon couldn't wait to post it I see.
FATMAN, I am sincerely going to get you for this. BOLT CUTTERS? When are you going to tell me what happened to Eon and Ronilion? With their skill no one should have gotten to me this easy. This game has really gone bizarre. What ARE you up to?
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Post by The Fatman on Aug 25, 2005 4:23:39 GMT -5
Today in history: Mt. Vesuvius erupted 1,926 years ago, burying Pompeii under 14 to 17 feet of ash. Word is Krass won't be erupting again anytime soon. Don't worry Krass all will be explained in due time.
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Post by Xtreme on Aug 25, 2005 7:52:08 GMT -5
dear mother of gawd dude... why? 2 million nuyen... why not just leave well enough alone? or even better why didnt you ask the star to meet you in a safe place like the Eager Beaver.. or a resturaunt or something? You could have sent it as a special invitation... perhaps requesting the meeting on behalf of his birthday or something (even if it wasnt) but going to his location... with 2 body guards... and telling a shark that you know hes really a guppy? well krass.. you definitely have balls... and thats about all does this mean your name is now "The Great Stump" "stumpy Krass" perhaps creating a new show called "Eon and Stumpy" (ren and stimpy ;D) though your not half... your still just not the whole man you use to be... another chapter for Lorraina Bobbit... really though.. I would have found a safer method.... and if you let that black star get away with this in the long run.. ill disown you Krass
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Post by Xtreme on Aug 25, 2005 8:58:22 GMT -5
:: more from the Shadowrun Quotefile::
OOC: JoAnne, "I suppose that you have a name for this game, Fatman? I certainly hope it is not related to Alice in Wonderland."
OOC: GM: "No, it's more a Shakespeare motif. I called it, "The Taming of the Screw".
OOC: Luddington, "That sounds ominous. Either Krass is about to lose function and will need large injections of Viagra or Eon is about to become super nice."
:: side note... I dont think Krass losing that specific function was what Luddington had in mind ::
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Post by Xtreme on Aug 25, 2005 8:59:23 GMT -5
OOC: Krass: "OK Fat Boy, vacation's over. Have you started planning a new game yet?"
OOC: GM: "Of course, I haven't figured out all the links yet though but it begins something like this: 'A hash-singer and a cross-eyed guy were SLEEPING on a deserted island, when a PINHEAD, during an EARTHQUAKE, encounters an ALL-MIDGET FIDDLE ORCHESTRA and a CRIPPLED ACCOUNTANT with a FALAFEL sandwich is HIT by a TROLLEY-CAR."
OOC: Ronilion, "It sounds like a beginning of one of Krass sexual nightmares or the beginning of a dirty limerick. So would you like to explain how it relates to anything the group is going to do?"
OOC: GM: "I told you I haven't figured it all out yet but you have to admit it is a great start."
OOC: Krass, "We're DOOMED!"
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Post by Xtreme on Aug 25, 2005 9:01:36 GMT -5
Father Luddington to the Sage in Iraq. "Before you toss us out I have a question I'll bet you can't answer. If you can't you have to tell us what you know about WMD's and if you can Krass will owe you one million NuYen."
GM: Sage: NPC, smiling, "I am not good at riddles but as long as it is not about your infidel God I will agree."
Luddington, "If I had a rooster and you had a donkey and your donkey ate my rooster. What would you have? "
GM: Sage NPC:, thinks carefully then suddenly smiles, "Two feet of my cock in your ass. You lose, pay up."
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Post by Xtreme on Aug 25, 2005 9:02:19 GMT -5
Luddington, "Mr Krass, I forgive you for the Lord say's Love thy Neighbor."
Krass, "So if your motto is "Love Thy Neighbor". Does this mean that your neighbor is a 14 year old hooker?"
Luddington, "You know Mr Krass, In your case a closed mind is a wonderful thing to lose."
Eon quickly replies, "Don't fret about it Padre, Krass is always glad to share his ignorance, He has plenty."
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