Weldun

I don't know which is most impressive: the Sinatra shout-out in the last verse, the four-handed bass solo, or the fact that all three vocalists knocked it out of the park.
 
All About That Bass - Postmodern Jukebox
 

Because of a brief musical quote in the "Careless Whisper" video above:
 

For Weldun, any Jo Stafford on that mix?
 

Careless Whisper (Cover) - Scott Bradley's Postmodern Jukebox (Feat. Dave Koz)

 
I'm in one of my retro-futurism moods.

Careless Whisper (Cover) - Scott Bradley's Postmodern Jukebox (Feat. Dave Koz)

 
I'm in one of my retro-futurism moods.

Mister Five by Five - The Andrew Sisters
This is from my Fallout: Washington collection (songs I collected for mood-setting in my Fallout PnP)
Yeah, I'm still on a retro-kick.
 

Careless Whisper (Cover) - Scott Bradley's Postmodern Jukebox (Feat. Dave Koz)

 
I'm in one of my retro-futurism moods.

Careless Whisper (Cover) - Scott Bradley's Postmodern Jukebox (Feat. Dave Koz)

 
I'm in one of my retro-futurism moods.

The shadowrunners were an ork/troll group. Against stereotype, they specialized in stealth, subtlety, bluff, illusion, deception and misdirection.
 
Cast of characters: 
Dent: ork, rat shaman
No-Step: ork, snake shaman, healer
Byte Force: ork, decker, chemist
Eye Spy: ork, rigger, drones, paramedic
Audacity Jane: ork, combat, stealth, security systems
Jonathan Bridges / Happy Jack: troll, combat, disguise, negotiator
"Face" Cooperman (NPC): a fixer; probably using the Genghis Khan dreamchip
 
Dreamchipper - Kick the Khan
This module was previously described by Drhoz (here).
 
The team had determined who was in possession of the dreamchips ... but finding them and recovering them was a more difficult task.
 
Since Jonathan Bridges and Cooperman were both fixers, it wouldn't seem too suspicious if Jonathan tried to meet Cooperman for a business deal.
 
No-Step: "Were you able to arrange a meeting with Cooperman?"
Jonathan Bridges: "According to the people I spoke with, Cooperman stopped returning calls a few weeks ago."
No-Step: "So that's a dead end."
Jonathan Bridges: "I wouldn't say that. Apparently he's quite the medieval history buff."
No-Step: "He's using the chip, not selling it."
Jonathan Bridges: "And he's the primary fixer for the Blood Rumblers go-gang." (pause) "I may not be able to reach Cooperman, but I bet we can find Genghis Khan's new horde."
 
Byte Force: "Go-gangs are pretty mobile. How do we make a quiet run against a large, well-armed, moving target?"
Eye Spy: "They have to sleep sometime."
No-Step: "It's a large gang. They probably won't all sleep at the same time."
 
Byte Force: "Why don't we 'accidentally' lose a few kegs of beer out of the van when we're near the Blood Rumblers. They'll take advantage of their 'good fortune', and we'll take advantage of their inebriation." (pause) "We can spike it to boost the alcohol content first, and put tracking devices on the kegs."
No-Step: "Don't you think Cooperman will be too suspicious to fall for that?"
Happy Jack: "I don't think Cooperman is running the show. The Genghis Khan chip is."
 
The plan worked ... sort of ...
 
Eye Spy: "Some of the gangers stopped to grab the kegs, but the rest of them are chasing me."
Dent: "They're looking for more beer."
Eye Spy: "I don't have any more!"
 
Once again, the photoelectric paint job saved the day. Eye Spy broke line-of-sight, changed the paint scheme from a food service van to a Shiawase utility van, then put the van into a bootlegger turn so it was driving the opposite direction.
 
Audacity Jane: "As soon as you get past them, break line-of-sight again, then change into Lone Star colors."
Eye Spy: "Okay. Why?"
Audacity Jane: "If they swing back around, I want to be able to shoot them without seeming out of character."
 
The ruse worked, and the team was able to follow the tracking devices back to where The Blood Rumblers were. Unfortunately, the Blood Rumblers were having a meeting with a larger go-gang, the Red Rovers, and there wasn't enough booze to get them all completely drunk.
 
Dent: (returning to his body after scouting Astrally) "They're forming an alliance. They're working out the details."
Happy Jack: "Negotiations are a delicate thing. If something goes wrong, they could all pull out guns and start shooting."
No-Step: "How do we get to Cooperman without turning this into a bloodbath?"
Byte Force: "Can we spook them into running, then run them into a trap?"
Happy Jack: "It would be easier to get them attacking us, then get them to chase us into a trap."
Dent: "They have too much firepower for any of us to soak up, including you Jack."
No-Step: "If they're shooting at my illusion, the amount of firepower doesn't matter."
Happy Jack: "So they chase your bait down a dark alley. We create chaos, grab Cooperman, then split."
Eye Spy: "Creating chaos ... that's playing to our strengths."
 
No-Step: (decribing the illusion he intended to use) "Two little old ladies, wearing flannel nightgowns, riding on an underpowered motor scooter. The will both be swearing at the go-gang, and the one in back will be shooting at them wildly with an Uzi III."
Eye Spy: "They won't chase that. They'll be falling over laughing."
Audacity Jane: "If you really want to enrage the go-gangers, have your little old ladies shoot at their bikes."
 
Byte Force: "We need to lubricate the pavement and get an 80 motorcycle pile-up."
Dent: "We don't have anywhere near that much lubricant."
Byte Force: "Water is a lubricant. Find a fire hydrant."
 
The team had additional ideas of how to cause a massive accident.
 
Byte Force: "Use flash-paks to blind them."
Audacity Jane: "Use smoke grenades to blind them."
Dent: "Use the city spirits' Accident power."
Happy Jack: "Use a concussion grenade to knock the ones in front off their bikes."
Dent: "Now that's just overkill."
 
Audacity Jane: "I can narcojet Cooperman, but how are we going to get him out of the alley?"
Happy Jack: "You rappel down into the alley, tie a rope around him, and I pull him up to us."
Audacity Jane: "You expect me to drop down into the middle of an alley filled with angry go-gangers?"
Happy Jack: "Drop a tear gas grenade first. That should clear you some elbow room."
Audacity Jane: "You expect me to drop down into the middle of a cloud of tear gas?"
Happy Jack: "Wear a gas mask ... or are you worried that it's going to mess up your hair?"
Audacity Jane gave Happy Jack an icy stare.
Eye Spy: "Jack, you are either the bravest man I have ever met, or you have a deathwish."
Happy Jack: "Jane's not going to kill me. She may need me to pull her up out of the alley."
Audacity Jane: "Do you expect me to forget what you said afterwards?"
Happy Jack: "I'll figure out some other way to be completely indispensable by then."
 
Audacity Jane: "Some of the go-gangers might be able to see through the smoke. Or they might start shooting randomly."
Dent: "We'll have to get them fleeing mindlessly in fear."
Audacity Jane: "Some people respond to fear by going full-auto."
No-Step: "I'll use some watcher spirits to make sure they're doing 'flight' instead of 'fight'."
Byte Force: "Nobody in their right mind is scared of watcher spirits."
No-Step: "In the middle of a cloud of smoke, nobody can see that they're watchers. They're just disembodied voices."
Audacity Jane: "What can they say that's going to terrify go-gangers?"
 
Several minutes later, in the accident filled, smoke filled alley....
 
Watcher spirits: "OH MY GOD !! I smell gas! They're going to burn us alive! RUN !!"
 
As the team was driving away...
 
Dent: "Should I take Cooperman's chip out?"
No-Step: "Wait until Eye Spy can monitor his vitals."
Dent: "Should I hold off on doing Mind Probe?"
No-Step: "Go ahead and do it. Tee Hee said these chips could do brain damage. I'd like a 'before' and 'after' picture."
 
Later, Eye Spy, No-Step and Dent monitored Cooperman as they removed the Genghis Khan chip.
 
Eye Spy: "He's flatlining!"
Dent: (still maintaining the Mind Probe) "He's dead."
No-Step: (casting Treat Deadly Wounds) "He's. Not. Dead. Yet."
Eye Spy: "That was cool."
Byte Force: "Except for the Monty Python quote."
Dent: "Well, he is a snake shaman."
Audacity Jane: (speed-dialing an organ legger) "We've got a fresh one for you ... oh ... wait ... false alarm. Sorry."

The shadowrunners were an ork/troll group. Against stereotype, they specialized in stealth, subtlety, bluff, illusion, deception and misdirection.
 
Dent: ork, rat shaman
No-Step: ork, snake shaman, healer
Byte Force: ork, decker, chemist
Eye Spy: ork, rigger, drones, paramedic
Audacity Jane: ork, combat, stealth, security systems
Happy Jack / Jonathan Bridges: troll, combat, disguise, negotiator
Charlie (NPC): a fixer acting on behalf of an unknown employer
Humanis Policlub: a group of human supremacists
 
Association Para Noblis
This was the same adventure previously described by Drhoz (here).
 
Meeting with the fixer:
 
Charlie: "Have you ever heard of the Association Para-Noblis?"
Jonathan Bridges: "They're an elf-poser gang with corporate backing."
Charlie: "The APN has been murdering elves who don't believe in their 'Elven ideal' of skipping through the meadows while playing a fragging lute. My client wants them eliminated."
Jonathan Bridges: "They actually like lute music?"
 
The client wanted the six core members of APN killed, the tips of their (fake, surgically altered) ears cut off, and an envelope left behind in the leader's lap.
 
No-Step: "I'm not happy about doing wetwork, even against the APN."
Audacity Jane: "Don't worry. I'll do the wetwork."
Byte Force: "Let's keep the deaths to a minimum. Dead bodies leave behind living relatives ... and those tend to carry a grudge."
Audacity Jane: "Which may explain who is funding this job."
Happy Jack: "So we pin this on someone else. That way any retaliation is aimed at them, not us."
No-Step: "Humanis Policlub must hate the APN. They'll make the perfect scapegoat."
Eye Spy: "I'm not too fond of Humanis either."
 
The envelope contained a page from a book that the team had stolen on a previous mission. But since the author of the book was a prominent elven power player, Humanis Policlub didn't like him either.
 
Eye Spy: "I just had a horrible thought. What if we actually are working for Humanis?"
Happy Jack: "Then they're paying us to frame them for the crime they're actually responsible for."
 
Planning the strategy.
 
Audacity Jane: "Let's hit them during their weekly meetings."
Dent: "There will be over a hundred of them there at that time."
Audacity Jane: "But almost all of them will be in the same room. We can sneak in through the empty second floor, kill the electricity, then fill the meeting room with smoke and gas grenades."
Byte Force: "Normal humans, in a dark, smoke-filled room. They'll be sitting ... well ... sleeping ducks."
 
Happy Jack: "The client may believe that eliminating the leaders will eliminate the gang, but I have my doubts."
Audacity Jane: "Are we going for 'scorched earth'?"
Happy Jack: "I was thinking more along the lines of 'thoroughly plundered'."
 
The main assault went pretty much as planned. The team broke in through the empty second floor, snuck downstairs, and quietly dispatched a few APN members who weren't in the meeting. Then they killed the power, kicked open the door to the meeting hall, and filled the room with NeuroStun gas and smoke. The hearth spririts added their Confusion power to the normal confusion caused by the assault. Only a few people were still standing after the first blitz. They were quickly dropped by the follow-up.
 
GM: I would suspect that you guys read the module in advance ... except this is a fairly normal plan for you.
No-Step (ooc): Rock, paper, scissors kind of mismatch?
GM: Only two of them could see through the darkness and smoke. Only two of them could safely breath the gas. Nobody could do both.
 
During the raid, the runners found a little girl hiding under a couch. No-Step disguised himself as a human, then went to talk to her. Happy Jack was careful to stay out of the girl's line-of-sight.
 
No-Step: (crouching down to peer under the couch) "Are you okay, dear?"
little girl: "Who are you?"
No-Step: "I'm a Lone Star officer."
little girl: "You don't look like a cop."
No-Step: "That's because we're the SWAT team."
little girl: "Are you hurting the people who live here?"
Happy Jack: (speaking from outside the girl's line of sight)  "No. There's a barghest loose in the building, and we're trying to catch it." (pause) "The barghest is too big to fit under the couch, so you should hide there until it's safe to come out."
little girl: "I'm scared."
Happy Jack: "Just a minute. I have something that can help you."
Jack left for a minute, came back, and rolled a small spray to the little girl under the couch.
Happy Jack: "That's a bottle of barghest repellant. If the barghest comes in here, spray that and it will run away."
No-Step: (whispering to Jack as they left the room) "You didn't give that little girl a can of mace, did you?"
Happy Jack: (whispering back) "Don't be ridiculous. I found a thing of mint breath spray in one of the posers' pockets. I gave that to her."
 
The little girl wanted the team to save The Red Woman, who turned out to be one of the six gang leaders. Dent used Mind Probe on her, as well as on the other gang leaders.
 
Dent: "Nasty. I feel like I've been swimming in filth."
Eye Spy: "Don't you normally enjoy that?"
Dent: "They've been killing elves for the last couple years. Apparently Red is just beginning to question the morality of killing elves in order to 'save' them."
Eye Spy: "She's such a sweetheart. Doesn't that mentality give you a warm fuzzy feeling?"
Audacity Jane: "What kind of psychopath kills people in order to save them?"
Everyone turned and looked at Audacity Jane.
Audacity Jane: "What? I kill people in order to get paid. I don't try to convince myself that it's for their benefit."
 
No-Step: "I don't want the little girl to find a bunch of dead bodies. Particularly not the body of the Red Woman."
Audacity Jane: "No problem. I have practice making dead bodies disappear."
 
In addition, the Mind Probe gave Dent the account number and passcodes to the corporate funds that had been funneled to the APN. Byte Force also drained the gang members' personal credsticks.
 
Dent: "Too bad the money launderer is going to keep most of the money."
Byte Force: "On the bright side, the APN isn't going to keep any of their money."
 
And then there was the little matter of plunder.
 
No-Step: "If it's not nailed down, it's ours."
Happy Jack: "And if I can pry it loose, it's not nailed down."
 
Audacity Jane: "I found the APN's plans for attacking a bunch of high-tech elvish groups."
Happy Jack: "That's valuable. I can sell those plans to the intended targets."
Byte Force: "I doubt the plans are still viable, now that we've stolen all of the APN's weapons."
Audacity Jane: "That just means the APN's enemies will have an easier time when they launch a preemptive strike."
 
The APN leader's body was left on the stage of the meeting room, propped up against the wall. The words "ELF-LOVING PERVERT" were spray-painted above his head. His fake ear-tips were removed. The envelope was left in his lap, as ordered. Prior to the mission, Byte Force found a video of a Humanis Policlub demagogue ranting about elf posers. The video was burned onto a chip, which was left on top of the envelope.
 
When the rank and file members awoke, the other five core members were missing. If anyone wanted to find them they would have to pump the stomachs of a pack of ghouls. Not only was the APN missing many of its major assets, many other assets had been severely vandalized. With any luck, the corporate backer would write the APN off as a loss, rather than expend the funds to rebuild them.
 
In addition to the nuyen drained from the APN's account & credsticks, the plunder included dozens of SMGs, cases of grenades, some rocket launchers, several nice motorcycles and a lot of high-end audio-visual equipment.
 
Dent: "The weapons and grenades will sell really well on the black market, but we're going to get stiffed when we fence the AV equipment."
Happy Jack: "Fence it? We're not selling it. We just got a free home-entertainment system."

Inkubus: I knew a Runner that managed to black out the entire Seattle Metroplex because he went "Oooh, buttons!"
Titus: Never press buttons - never press any buttons! It never ends well

Having somehow, in a feat of inductive reasoning that would make Sherlock Holmes say "Oh come on, now you're just taking the piss", that after Renraku kidnapped Greenlight's brother they've been growing clones of him complete with biochip memories, we consider our next move. Rushing into it will be a very bad idea - Renraku is a ruthless corporation, and it's unlikely that they appreciated us dumping their surviving samurai at a capsule hotel with nothing to wear but "I Love Orcs" t-shirts. But we do get to wait like hungry vultures as Titus calculates how much we can get from selling off their gear and cyberwear (selling off their armour and helicopter will have to wait until we can arrange an auction).

Inkubus got banned from choosing the movies for Movie Night.

Inkubus: 'Barbarella' was my high-class choice. After that it was 'Valley of the B-Girls'.

Inkubus: Did you hear? They've redone The Gigolo - as a Sim-sense.

Our latest client is offering a paltry amount to extract somebody. But we can at least listen before turning him down.

Felix: We can amuse ourselves by doing impersonations of him later.

Mr. Johnson: This will be an easy one for you.
Greenlight: ...uh-huh.
Felix: The moment he said 'This an easy one' I doubled how much we're charging him.
Inkubus: Doubled? I tripled.

He offers us 5000 nuyen each.

Inkubus: Why did you wake me up? That won't even by a bottle of my favourite drink!

Titus: It might another case of 'we can do this this afternoon and then go back to the pub'

Inkubus: I spend a lot of money on Cheerios.
GM: Nobody ever calls then the right name - Nurps.
Inkubus: I meant the cheerleading squad - the Seattle Cheerios XD

Inkubus: Never, never EVER let a troll go Cowgirl.
Warhammer: ?
Inkubus: I don't want to talk about it.
Greenlight: You were very brave.
Inkubus: I had to try it at least once.

As it happens the woman - one Shirley Marquee - that we're supposed to extract works for a Nurps factory. We're supposed to approach her in a plaza park, and give the code-phrase 'We're from the Easter Bunny', then hustle her off to the van.

Inkubus: I'm sorry but I can't make the approach. I'm court-ordered from saying things like that.
Felix: Is it a white van with 'Free Candy' written on the side?
Warhammer: Can I wear a bunny suit?

Greenlight drives the white van provided (the rest of us are too paranoid and follow in the Mystery Mobile) and cross the park to meet her on a bridge. But it turns out Shirley Marquee is drugged to the eyeballs. To quote a famous military figure "It's a trap!" It turns out every civilian in the park is a heavily armed plainclothes operative. And two more squads boil out from kiosks and copses and run forward laying down a hailstorm of angry lead.

Felix: This is why we should have launched the surveillance drone!
Titus: Who have we pissed off enough to arrange this?
Inkubus: Renraku, Aztechnology, Alamos 20K, the great dragon Lofwyr...

On the other hand we're so paranoid we were already in the best positions to react to this kind of thing, almost before it happens. And it's always possible the attackers don't actually know exactly who we are, and we are still obliged to TRY and get Shirley out of here.

Inkubus: We still a job to do. Maybe their security just got lucky and intercepted her plans to escape.

But if they ARE prepared to blow up the white van, it's just as well we turned up with the Mystery Machine, and can lay down our own suppressing fire from an unexpected direction. And, of course, one of Inkubus' Maximised Orgy spells can make for a really memorable afternoon. Titus strolls up behind two of the supposed chessplayers who are now drawing SMGs to fire at Greenlight as she leaps off the bridge into the creek.

Greenlight OoC: 'King me!'
Felix: 'Now kiss!' *miming slamming their heads together*
Inkubus: We see your ambush, and raise you another ambush! And our ambushes are better because we never plan them!

Inkubus: Yeah, no. No, yeah. No. Yeah.
Felix: 'Yeah, no. No, yeah. No. Yeah?'
All: Yeah.

In fact, our pre-emptive counter-attack demoralises them so completely they retreat, and we can complete our extraction before the cops turn up to investigate all this gunfire in downtown Seattle.

Greenlight: Hello drugged lady, lets get you out of hear.

Titus: The best escort missions are when you can taze the client and say 'Good. Now get in the bag.'

We make our way to the drop-off, our Watcher spirits reporting nothing amiss.That goes without incident, and we return to the bar for payment. Warhammer goes around the back way, in case THIS is a trap.

Greenlight: No-one will care that you stink of booze if you jump over the bar.

But apparently the Johnson genuinely had no idea the ambush was going to happen. And as the bagman in this deal, he can't tell us who DID know about it.

Mr. Johnson: Sorry about that.
Felix: At least some of the security team enjoyed themselves.
Inkubus: I do try to spread a little joy in the world.

Of course at this point the GM headdesks, because by leaving the white van, and succeeding in the extraction, means we miss two important plot hooks. Inkubus books an evening at Cobalt Marie for himself and Miss Winter, the client from the Dreamchipper case. Of course he has to do it under his own name (and there wont be a table free for weeks, anyway).

Inkubus: Felix knows my real name - I had to put it on the lease - but I've told him if he ever tells anybody I'll hit him an Orgasm spell and mainline caffeine to keep it running all night.

Inkubus wants to learn the spell Shockwave, so he can make people loose control of their bodily functions.

Felix: Brown Note
Greenlight: What was it Soundwave said? 'Large Butts preferred. Lying Impossible.'

But his date won't be for weeks, so he spends the night at the Convenience Store, a nightclub. The bouncer is dressed as a greeter.

Bouncer: Welcome to the Convenience Store. We love you. Welcome to the Convenience Store. We love you. No Shirt? No shoes? No problem.

Inkubus is promptly seduced by a statuesque brunette by the name of Ariel.

Greenlight: The next time somebody is described as statuesque they'd better be be a statue!
Felix: And have no arms.

Greenlight: When you say she's coming on hard...
Inkubus: She's a squirter, apparently.
Warhammer: Clean-up to Aisle Four.

And, of course, she's a trap too. Inkubus wakes up naked, hungover, and drugged in a concrete cell. And the drug he's been given makes it impossible to cast magic and get himself out, even though he knows the spell Detox. And it might be a week before the others even start wondering where he got to.

Inkubus: They really kidnapped the wrong one.
Kidnapper: Why haven't your friends come looking for you yet?
Inkubus: Have you got more of that hallucinogen? It's trippy.
Greenlight OoC: He's tied up and being stuffed to the gills on drugs.
Inkubus OoC: Sounds like my version of a day spa.

His kidnappers unlock the door and cover him with assorted firearms, ordering him to not try anything. He declines to oblige, and manages to cast Hot Potato. All the metal they're holding suddenly feels red hot.

Felix OoC: And do any of them have Prince Alberts?
Greenlight OoC: Everywhere he goes people just tear their clothes off in front of him.

But they still manage to fire some warning shots.

Kidnapper: He can still cast - give him another dose!
Inkubus: Please! This stuff would go gangbusters on the club scene.

The kidnappers threaten to shoot him. Inkubus points out that if they wanted him dead he already would be.

Inkubus: I DO do this for a living, you know.

So they pistol-whip him unconscious instead, and he comes around in the lab of one Doctor What.

Dr What: And how are you today?
Inkubus: A little out of it. And your guards have no sense of humour.

What hooks him up with electrodes.Inkubus tries to pretend he's enjoying it.

Inkubus: I've done this! It's fun!

Inkubus: Please! I've been to BDSM parties more extreme than this.

He's got an ulterior motive. Endophins bond really well to toxins (or rather, block them) so the more pain, the less the hallucinogen is affecting him.

Inkubus: And then I can get a message to Felix - HEEEEEEEEELLLLLPPPPPP.

Felix: Where IS Inkubus? I'd have expected at least an SMS by now. It's Movie Night!
Greenlight: That SOB better be watching Sailor Moon with us.

What starts asking pertaining to that manuscript we stole last year.

Inkubus: Torture is a really stupid way to extract information. And I don't talk to stupid people. Now give me more volts - I wanna see if I can paint the ceiling this time.

He manages to get a Watcher Spirit out to Felix.

Spirit: Message Begins: I'm being tortured and interrogated by an idiot! HELLLLPPP! Message Ends.

Inkubus is being held in a cliff-top bungalow that used to a UCAS listening station.

Inkubus OoC: For some reason they thought Canada was a threat. Go figure.

Happily, Warhammer's government and military contacts have all the details of its construction. And it being cliff-top, it's good excuse to use the boat again. Greenlight swims ashore under cover of darkness and gets to work. Hopefully our lack of an Air Spirit for concealment won't cause us any problems.

Greenlight: I'm going to find Dr What then I'm sticking this shock-baton up his arse.
Felix: What DOES seem quite fond of electric shocks.
Inkubus OoC: I've got plans for What - Orgasm : Permanent.

At least the guards around the building are hilariously ill-prepared for Greenlight's ruthenium fibre cloak and Mad Ninja Skillz.

Inkubus: Oh god. These guys are bargain bin. Low-end mercs out of the African Wars.
Felix: The kind of person who watched too much Mad Max as a child and read Soldier of Fortune.
Inkubus: No, that assumes they had access to television and know how to read.

Greenlight's shock-batons ensure they do the Dance of the Electric Cockroach, and calls in the rest of the team. Our boat roars towards the shore.

Labrat: I don't need to go swimming, I had a bath last week.
Inkubus: This is why I don't go pub-crawling with him more often. I had a girl for breakfast, a girl for lunch, a girl for dinner. So why does he hang out with me? Leftovers.

We storm the building - now we're in the building gunfire won't attract so much attention from the police - which would have arrived promptly given the average income in this part of town. Titus kicks his way into Inkubus' cell. Greenlight corners Dr What, holds out the end of his shock-baton, and uses Commanding Voice.

Greenlight: Here, hold this.
Dr What: *confused, does so, and dances the Dance of the Electric Cockroach*
Greenlight: Thanks

Inkubus is chained to his chair, covered in his own fluids.

Titus: Bubbles, you know Sterilise right? *sigh* well, at least I can get my armour professionally cleaned.

Inkubus grins horribly at our captive torturer.

Inkubus: You and I are going to have a lot of fun together!

Warhammer uses White Phosphorus grenades on the surviving mercs.

Inkubus: And they call ME evil.
Felix: It sends a message to the next group that kidnaps one of us.
Inkubus: Mess with us and we will BURN YOUR SHIT TO THE GROUND.
Greenlight: I like this message.

To our very great relief, the inferno does NOT set the building's armoury on fire. Not least because Inkubus's stuff is in the armoury.

Inkubus: You're carrying hand-held WP grenades AND launched? Do me a favour - next time there's a fire fight, make sure you're on the next continent.

Inkubus OoC: There's the Holy Trinity weapon used by the Sisters of Battle. Combi bolter-melta.
Felix OoC: With strap-on one-shot Flamer.
Warhammer OoC: Unless it explodes on you.
Felix OoC: That's Plasma weapons.
Warhammer OoC: Oh right - meltas are the safe ones.
All: For a certain value of 'safe'

Felix OoC: And the GM wanders off to try and salvage the adventure again.
Warhammer OoC: He does that a lot.

We loot the armoury and depart (weighed down under the sheer weight of stuff and duffle-bags of more stuff). Only to find Inkubus' seducer waiting on the prow of our boat. And she's a fearsomely powerful Free Air Spirit. But Warhammer has a fearsomely powerful gun and the battle appears to over in less than a second, and one shot.

GM: Deskflip.
Warhammer: Actually her vanishing like that scares me more than a drawn out fight.

He's right to be concerned. There is nothing to stop such a powerful spirit returning from the elemental planes seeking revenge.

Inkubus: There's only one way to deal with this.
Greenlight: Toga Party.

We're going to have to go into the Elemental Plane of Air to find her True Name, then summon her, and bind her, to stop her coming after us. And if Inkubus uses the Life Pact, he can swear to never command her, and she can never be Bound by anybody else, and he'll never age. Everybody wins! Assuming we survive the Plane of Air and can actually bind her.

Warhammer OoC: This was a good game - it had everything in it.
Felix: Something for all of us to do, a set-up for next session...
Warhammer: And we screwed over the GM repeatedly.

GM: Everyone gets a 'Derail the Adventure' Karma point.
 

Indeed there is, fortunately myself and another player have been playing Shadowrun since 1st edition, so we're pretty good at being able to help the GM update things on the fly. Which is good because we play Inkubus and Labrat. The two characters who are arguably most responsible for running the game off of the module in question's rails.

I can answer that for you, BlueCloud. (For the curious, it is I who plays Inkubus.) We're using the Shadowrun 4th edition ruleset, mainly because it's the most up-to-date set that we have a large number of books for and the GM is running through a large number of the splat-book adventures. Although he did an excellent job of winging it at the end of our last session, so I look forward to the occassional home-brewed adventure.

From my G.I. TransformerTech campaign.
 
Discussing G1 Unicron
Wrench (OOC): I’m just imagining Orson Wells crying out “I’m hungry for balls!”
 
GM: You and your naming system. “The Magic Hippie Space Crystal.”
Crash (OOC): It’s short and helps me remember what it is.
 
The base’s rumour mill often speculates on Wrench’s sexuality, usually positing that she’s either a lesbian, or more likely robo-sexual. (She even calls Perceptor, “Percy.”)
Crash (OOC): Wrench just get’s along with cybertronians.
Sunshine (OOC): No surprises there…
GM: Ooh, me-ow!
 
GM: There is a sickening squeal of metal grinding against metal as the Apollo comes to rest between two pieces of Cybertronian… architecture? Geography? You can’t tell.
Sunshine: That looks horribly suggestive.
GM: A classic example of why there is ALWAYS time for lubricant.
 
Crash (OOC): Bad organs, back in your meatsack!
Wrench (OOC): Ladies and Gentleman, (Crash’s player’s) approach to first aid.
Crash (OOC): I so want to build a character who heals through intimidation, now.
 
While exploring a partially revitalized, subterranean (subcybertronean?) section of Cybertron.
Wrench: There’s life here…
Crash: I know. It went for my leg.
 
Discussing Agnes Knitt from Terry Pratchet’s Discworld.
GM: She IS Dolby surround sound.
 
The PCs find an abandoned mine, resulting in them salvaging a very big hammer (a double jack), a mining pick and two energized augers.
Crash (OOC): It’s time to get our murder-hobo on.
 
Player for the next game was calling his brother to see if he was coming and got routed to voice-mail.
Player: Need Dwarf. Bye.

From my G.I. TransformerTech campaign.
 
Discussing G1 Unicron
Wrench (OOC): I’m just imagining Orson Wells crying out “I’m hungry for balls!”
 
GM: You and your naming system. “The Magic Hippie Space Crystal.”
Crash (OOC): It’s short and helps me remember what it is.
 
The base’s rumour mill often speculates on Wrench’s sexuality, usually positing that she’s either a lesbian, or more likely robo-sexual. (She even calls Perceptor, “Percy.”)
Crash (OOC): Wrench just get’s along with cybertronians.
Sunshine (OOC): No surprises there…
GM: Ooh, me-ow!
 
GM: There is a sickening squeal of metal grinding against metal as the Apollo comes to rest between two pieces of Cybertronian… architecture? Geography? You can’t tell.
Sunshine: That looks horribly suggestive.
GM: A classic example of why there is ALWAYS time for lubricant.
 
Crash (OOC): Bad organs, back in your meatsack!
Wrench (OOC): Ladies and Gentleman, (Crash’s player’s) approach to first aid.
Crash (OOC): I so want to build a character who heals through intimidation, now.
 
While exploring a partially revitalized, subterranean (subcybertronean?) section of Cybertron.
Wrench: There’s life here…
Crash: I know. It went for my leg.
 
Discussing Agnes Knitt from Terry Pratchet’s Discworld.
GM: She IS Dolby surround sound.
 
The PCs find an abandoned mine, resulting in them salvaging a very big hammer (a double jack), a mining pick and two energized augers.
Crash (OOC): It’s time to get our murder-hobo on.
 
Player for the next game was calling his brother to see if he was coming and got routed to voice-mail.
Player: Need Dwarf. Bye.

From my G.I. TransformerTech campaign.
 
Discussing G1 Unicron
Wrench (OOC): I’m just imagining Orson Wells crying out “I’m hungry for balls!”
 
GM: You and your naming system. “The Magic Hippie Space Crystal.”
Crash (OOC): It’s short and helps me remember what it is.
 
The base’s rumour mill often speculates on Wrench’s sexuality, usually positing that she’s either a lesbian, or more likely robo-sexual. (She even calls Perceptor, “Percy.”)
Crash (OOC): Wrench just get’s along with cybertronians.
Sunshine (OOC): No surprises there…
GM: Ooh, me-ow!
 
GM: There is a sickening squeal of metal grinding against metal as the Apollo comes to rest between two pieces of Cybertronian… architecture? Geography? You can’t tell.
Sunshine: That looks horribly suggestive.
GM: A classic example of why there is ALWAYS time for lubricant.
 
Crash (OOC): Bad organs, back in your meatsack!
Wrench (OOC): Ladies and Gentleman, (Crash’s player’s) approach to first aid.
Crash (OOC): I so want to build a character who heals through intimidation, now.
 
While exploring a partially revitalized, subterranean (subcybertronean?) section of Cybertron.
Wrench: There’s life here…
Crash: I know. It went for my leg.
 
Discussing Agnes Knitt from Terry Pratchet’s Discworld.
GM: She IS Dolby surround sound.
 
The PCs find an abandoned mine, resulting in them salvaging a very big hammer (a double jack), a mining pick and two energized augers.
Crash (OOC): It’s time to get our murder-hobo on.
 
Player for the next game was calling his brother to see if he was coming and got routed to voice-mail.
Player: Need Dwarf. Bye.

From my G.I. TransformerTech campaign.
 
Discussing G1 Unicron
Wrench (OOC): I’m just imagining Orson Wells crying out “I’m hungry for balls!”
 
GM: You and your naming system. “The Magic Hippie Space Crystal.”
Crash (OOC): It’s short and helps me remember what it is.
 
The base’s rumour mill often speculates on Wrench’s sexuality, usually positing that she’s either a lesbian, or more likely robo-sexual. (She even calls Perceptor, “Percy.”)
Crash (OOC): Wrench just get’s along with cybertronians.
Sunshine (OOC): No surprises there…
GM: Ooh, me-ow!
 
GM: There is a sickening squeal of metal grinding against metal as the Apollo comes to rest between two pieces of Cybertronian… architecture? Geography? You can’t tell.
Sunshine: That looks horribly suggestive.
GM: A classic example of why there is ALWAYS time for lubricant.
 
Crash (OOC): Bad organs, back in your meatsack!
Wrench (OOC): Ladies and Gentleman, (Crash’s player’s) approach to first aid.
Crash (OOC): I so want to build a character who heals through intimidation, now.
 
While exploring a partially revitalized, subterranean (subcybertronean?) section of Cybertron.
Wrench: There’s life here…
Crash: I know. It went for my leg.
 
Discussing Agnes Knitt from Terry Pratchet’s Discworld.
GM: She IS Dolby surround sound.
 
The PCs find an abandoned mine, resulting in them salvaging a very big hammer (a double jack), a mining pick and two energized augers.
Crash (OOC): It’s time to get our murder-hobo on.
 
Player for the next game was calling his brother to see if he was coming and got routed to voice-mail.
Player: Need Dwarf. Bye.

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
 
"I don't care if you are a Mogwai, Furby-love is just plain wrong!"

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
 
Situation: The fabric of the universe is tearing. Rifts to pure chaos are opening faster than Starbucks.
 
One of the villians is a Dragon, gives a beautiful speech about welcoming the destruction of the world and all the people on it as it means unbelievable wealth and power for him.
 
One of the heroes who has a Strong Code vs. Killing ponders killing the dragon by throwing him into one of the growing chaos rift so that he has time to stop the main villian and rolls his ego roll. Natural 3.
 
"It appears you've just mastered situational ethics."

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
 
As a player.
 
 
A big mean bad guy is holding Domingo up in the air strangling him. All i can see is his armoured legs and leather boots.
 
Me "I'll shoot him in the feet and take the -8 ocv."
 
Domingo "If you shoot me I'll kill you."
 
Me "I don't think you quite understand how it works. If I shoot you I'll kill You"

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
 
I was playing the ship’s A.I. in a high-point GURPS Space campaign, when were forced to sabotage and destroy a vessel containing over a thousand crew members. As the rest of the PCs watched the explosion on the screens, this conversation ensued.
Note: All A.I.s have a hardwired destabilization program that specifically destroys their central personality matrix if activated. (Thank you very much, Mr. Gibson.)
 
A.I.: It’s… it’s beautiful.
Doctor: That’s horrible! There where over a thousand men and women aboard that vessel, and you call their deaths beautiful?
Captain: That’s it! Where’s that shotgun code?
A.I.: You can’t see this as I do and I can’t explain it to you. The best I can do is this. Do you know Michaelangelo’s work at the Sistine Chapel, on Holy Terra? Well imagine, if you will, someone shows it to you, but only all the red light. And then only the orange. Then yellow, green, blue, indigo and finally violet. Could you truly comprehend it’s beauty? It’s majesty? No, of course not. Now I see everything around this ship in a multi-layered, 3-dimensional image of electromagnetic wavelengths starting from the low radio to the far gamma, highlighted by neutrinos, shaded by tachyons and accented by gravitic waves. Where I can perceive a wavelength range if 1x10 (to -11) to 1x10 (to -1), you are limited to 4x10 (to -7) to 7x10 (to -7). So trust me when I say, “ooh, pretty!â€
Captain & Doctor in unison: Shotgun.

Re: from little plot seeds, mighty games do grow: Share you ideas!
 

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
 
GUPRS Fantasy. The PCs are at the closing of a Tournament, and they have just been hired by the Queens champion when the the anouncements begin.
 
Anouncer: And to Stewart DeLancey, the King awards one of his prize mares.
Doomed PC: Not the Queen!
Queen's Champion: *Quickdraw sword, critical hit, location 5 (head), result 3 (instant death), quickdraw hankerchief (I kid you not), wipe sword clean.* (Everything the Queen's Champion did was in a single GURPS combat round. i.e. 1 second.)

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
 
GUPRS Fantasy. The PCs are at the closing of a Tournament, and they have just been hired by the Queens champion when the the anouncements begin.
 
Anouncer: And to Stewart DeLancey, the King awards one of his prize mares.
Doomed PC: Not the Queen!
Queen's Champion: *Quickdraw sword, critical hit, location 5 (head), result 3 (instant death), quickdraw hankerchief (I kid you not), wipe sword clean.* (Everything the Queen's Champion did was in a single GURPS combat round. i.e. 1 second.)

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
 
GUPRS Fantasy. The PCs are at the closing of a Tournament, and they have just been hired by the Queens champion when the the anouncements begin.
 
Anouncer: And to Stewart DeLancey, the King awards one of his prize mares.
Doomed PC: Not the Queen!
Queen's Champion: *Quickdraw sword, critical hit, location 5 (head), result 3 (instant death), quickdraw hankerchief (I kid you not), wipe sword clean.* (Everything the Queen's Champion did was in a single GURPS combat round. i.e. 1 second.)