Grim Tidings
The Meet
The Mustang Ranch - The Road House
The Mustang Ranch's Road House is an instant classic; From the sawdust on the floor to the minimalist furniture built out of old barrels and car parts, the Road House is a throwback to the rowdy biker bars of a century past. The walls are bare wood, with posters, photos and licence plates covering them.
The main bar takes up one wall, with a collection of bar-bots overseen by Tiny, the main bartender and bouncer. You won't find wine or imported beers here; or anything with fruit in it. Over the bar is a massive trid screen that shows NASCAR, Urban Brawl and Combat Biker games from across the world. The large tridscreen is held in safety behind a cage of chickenwire and plastic.
The atmosphere of the bar is one of barely contained chaos, with bikers and gearheads talking loudly, mixing with music and racing trids and the other aspects of the lively bar. Two cages in opposite corners of the bar provide visual stimulus in the form of beautiful women stripping for tips.
Call it the way shit gets done, but Blindside calls a few numbers, a few numbers get called, and eventually, those calls reach Tanith and Chaz. A bit of wetwork. A biker gang is making noises about leaning on the Road House and trying to make it so that Blind's their pet dwarf. Well, Blindsides not one to take that kind of shit. Not in a million years.
The meeting is set for the Road House, in the Street Racer Booth.
The Trogg received the call from his former army buddy, who sent him off with a rental car to get to this Ranch. So when he finally arrives, he makes sure the car is parked and locked before starting to head in, to secure a bottle of water before meeting up with the Johnson.
Chaz makes his way to the destination set up by the call he received, a bit of a smile coming to his face. He shows up to the actual ranch on foot, parking a bit of distance away. Looking around the area,he smiles softly, arms tucked into the pocket of his poncho.
View For 'Street-Racer Booth' On The Mustang Ranch - The Road House (#517) <=
The Street Racer Booth is situated under the a colorfully painted SAAB Dynamit with lightening bolts etched in to the hood, under-car neon lights and spinning tires. It is a semi-private booth set in to an alcove, with pictures of various Denver area street racers and their cars along the walls.
Blindside and Bambi are there, a pair of drinks before them. Blindsides twords the inside of the booth, a datapad in his hands.
Tanith lightly places his bottle of water down when he gets to the booth. "Somebody call for an Exterminator?" he asks softly.
Chaz moves over towards the booth, standing beside it and currently silent, not having anything to say at the time, it seems, but he is here for a job.
Blindside gestures for the pair to join him. "Hey. I'm Blindside. This is Bambi, my right hand." A pause as he takes a sip of his drink. "Job doesn't pay much. It's 5,000 per head, to bust some heads. No subtly, but also, no one dies. We clear?"
Tanith moves to let Chaz sit down first, Trolls take up more room after all, but he sips that bottle of water as he listens. "Not a Problem Mister blindside." he says cheeerfully.
Chaz nods and slides into the seat before smiling. "Sounds simple enough, but then the simple stuff usually ends up involving stuff like chromed out cyberzombies with enough firepower to occupy Paris," he says and pauses. "Ok, bad example."
Blindside blinks then, thinking that over. "Uh. When was the last time Paris was occupied by anyone but the French?" He asks curiously.
"1939, Blindside, the German Nazi Arm…" Says Bambi, before being cut off by Blindside.
"Whatever bambi. SO. This biker gang. They range down in Monument, about 20 miles south of me. Got about 10 guys, mostly just rural rednecks and toughs. No real powerful threat, but more than I can handle myself, and you knwo the first rule about fighting; don't do it at home. So I want you to take the fight to them."
Tanith moves in to sit beside Chaz, causing the material to groan a bit as it gets used to his mass. "So we go down, rile them up..bust their heads in, and break their bikes up real good?" he asks.
"Thats about the size of it." Says the Halfer.
Chaz nods. "Make them question their choosing of this place to pick on, and have them move on to greener pastures."
Blindside nods to Chaz then. "See? This is why you work wiht professionals. Real runners. People who know what needs to be done.
"Quite easy enough," Chaz says and smirks. "In the immortal words, you point, I punch."
Blindside nods to the pair of them, offering the datapad over. "Here ya go. It's the address of where their clubhouse is. S'about 10 of em, maybe half that around at any one time. The leaders a guy who calls himself Luke, he's a southern boy out of Mississipi who flies the old stars and bars. Something of a rebel with a mullet, that one."
Tanith moves to observe the datapad, to drink in any details on appearences, you never know when innocents may be there after all. "I have a rental car out front.." he murmurs to chaz.
Chaz nods to Tanith and smiles. "If all goes well, won't matter what we use for vehicles," he admits.
Blindside nods to Chaz. "I figure yall got your own vehicles. You're professional."
Tanith lightly rubs the back of his neck. "So..meet outside of the club then?" He asks Chaz.
Chaz nods to Tanith. "Sounds like a definate plan," he agrees. "Knock a few heads, dish out some punishment, walk away for the next payday."
Travel and Movement Outside in the Parking Lot
The front lot of the Mustang Ranch isn't massive, with enough space for quite a few cars to park side by side along the front of the property. Set back from the road, the main garage building dominates the area, with its Las-Vegas style, waving-cowgirl neon sign that blinks 'The Mustang Ranch' over and over.
The front of the garage building is painted in graffiti motifs, with auto maker logos competing for space with tricked out cars and hot babes with oversized bust lines. A set of cameras watch the front lot, keeping an eye on the customers vehicles. The lot is usually full of high-performance vehicles as tuners and racers from all across Denver come to use the facilities, to see and be seen.
Next to the Garage, on the other side of the parking lot, is the Road House, a rowdy bar and club that caters to the biker and racing crowd. The road that leads to the back lot runs between the two buildings.
Tanith is waiting to meet up with Chaz, not quite in front of the gang's club house, but near by it. He seems to want to go and break their bikes, so if they try to run, they'll have to do so on foot.
Chaz comes walking towards the lot, a smile on his face. He pauses, adjusting the way the glasses sit, turning on the enhanced sensors within it as well as his cyberware's sensors. It's just a gang of bikers, but no reason not to be prepared for anything and everything. Finishing that, he keeps moving towards Tanith.
Tanith lightly gestures to the club house and licks his lips. "Alright..here's my idea..I'm going to jump up on the roof from the side…you act like another drunk taking a leak..and once I find their damn rides..I'll pull you up..we bust em up..then we go in through the back door." His coat is fastened, but the unmistakable bulge of his weapon is under it, to fuck those rides up.
Chaz Nods and smirks. "Well, then sounds like you've got yourself quite the plan there," he admits and chuckles. "So, get into position and then the fun can begin."
Chaz walks down to where his bike is located, starting the engine up and chuckles. "Well now, feels good to be getting out and having some real fun like this," he says as he shifts the bike into drive and begins on his way towards the clubhouse. "It's nice to work with proper criminals again."
The Block Rocking Beats of techno fill the rental car as the autonav begins to deliver him to near that Biker clubhouse, a few tracks skipping on the aging equipment, but he mostly looks like he's napping, maybe he is, at least part of the way.
As the sights are pretty much the standard city sites that are around, Chaz's attention is focused on the vehicles readouts. "Guess now we see if quantity is better than quality," He says to himself before leaning back on the bike to let the front tire lift from the ground slightly before letting it fall, having some fun on the travel.
Seen one multinational sectored city with 6 highly hostile and antagonistic nation-states thrust in to one small area… seen em all.
The Clubhouse is a 2 story converted farm house, with a barn on one side. Several motorcycles are parked out front, along with the proverbial biker-dawgs that roam the 2 acre property. It's probably a squat to tell the truth.
Tanith wakes up in time to realize he's about a block from the club house, his car idling at the side of the road, and with a glorious stretch, he gets out to wait for chaz.
The area is highly rural, not the sort of place that has high density anything. It's not a question of blocks, its a question of miles. See, since 1985, no boundaries of Denver could be encroached upon. No new buildings built; only remodeled, without express permission of the signatory nations. So out here has always been 'out here'.
Chaz pulls his bike to a stop and hmmms, looking at the area, the dogs and then the bikes. "And me without my Kibbles and Bits and Bits and Bits," he offers and shakes his head.
Tanith waits for Chaz to approach before he points at various dogs. "Change of plan, I'll ruin their bikes, you make the dogs shut up." he says, observing if there is any near by buildings from the clubhouse to jump from.
"Make the dogs shut up? Do I look like I carry neurostun on me?" Chaz asks and hmms, looking in the cargo hold of his bike, checking its contents.
Tanith crouches down to watch the pattern of the dogs, to likely determine the quickest way to get to the club house. "Don't you carry a silenced weapon?" he asks.
"Could drop the dogs sure, but only as a last resort," Chaz offers, "Easy enough just to sneak past 'em."
The easiest way in to the house, would be to walk through a door, but you could probably sneak in if you tried. As troll with body 9, you are not a small man, so probably sneaking in to a human-sized house is maybe not the best action.
Tanith nods a bit and moves to drag his LMG out and check the clip. "Here's the idea then..I'll get on the roof and start to shoot up their bikes..as they pile out..you plug them with gel capsules.." He says to Chaz.
«Auto-Judge[]» Chaz (#4325) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 4 5 5 9 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanith (#1650) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 9 11
You know. That buildings probably a hundred years old. A troll on the roof goes over less well than a fiddler on the roof in 1936 Berlin.
Chaz laughs and shrugs. "If you want the building to collapse in on them, then feel free," he says, "Me, I'll pick a nice sniping position."
To be fair, troll on the roof is a good tactic if you can get up velocity… and survive the landing. :)
Chaz hmmms as he looks at the troll, the building and the dogs. "Alright, if we're going to do this, I'm getting my safety blanket," he says and pulls out a bundle of cloth, wrapping it around himself before turning it on, the sensors charging up on his ruthenium.
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanith (#1650) rolls Stealth:
1 3 3 4 4
«OOC» Tanith says, "uhm"
«OOC» Tanith says, "lemme KP That"
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanith (#1650) rolls Stealth:
3 4 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 4 for "Mystery":
2 3 9 17
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 4 for "Mystery":
2 3 4 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 4 for "Mystery":
1 3 3 33
«Auto-Judge[]» Chaz (#4325) rolls Stealth for "+12 for ruth":
1 3 3 5 16
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 5 for "Ganger":
1 5 11 11 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 3 for "Ganger":
5 5 19
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 4 for "Ganger":
2 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 2 for "Dumb Ganger":
4 5
Noticable hell, its advertising of the paramount order. Two dogs perk up, ears swiveling in the early afternoon sun to orient on Tanith. Grrrrrooowwl…
And then they are after the troll like white on rice. HE probably makes a good meal. BOW WOW WOW WOW WOW BOW WOW WOW WOW WOW
Dogs make great alarms. They dont' seem to be angling for Chaz, however.
Chaz watches the troll taking off, the dog beginning to bark, and then a smile comes to the elf's invisible face, as his gun gets pointed towards the door, waiting for any sign of reaction from the building, like people coming out to see what the dogs are barking at.
Tanith is still sprinting for that building, every fiber of his being yearning to not feel dog teeth biting in, and it spurs him onwards, angling to avoid any clear sight from the windows, so the gangers may assume their dogs are chasing a rabbit..
Chaz grins and nods his head, taking the time to aim carefully at the center of mass on the door, waiting for it to open so he can peg the gangers. His grin grows to show his teeth, not that it gets past the ruthenium shroud.
The Troll's body has a few droplets of sweat run off his forehead as he keeps pounding a way, at this rate, he may opt to run through the wall, his Machine gun levelled on his waist, if gangers start popping rounds off, he'll give them plenty good reasons to seek cover.
The dogs are fast. Dogs are naturally fast; that quadrapedal gait and all. Duke, thats the big pit-bull, lowers his head, snarling and heading for Tanith now. Lucy, thats his bitch, is right on his heels. They will be there next round.
One of the windows opens, with a big biker leaning out. "Whut the hell! Jimmy! We gotta trog out here!"
"A trog? In my field? It's more likely than ya think!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Chaz (#4325) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 7:
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 5 5 5 9 = 4 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 3 vs TN 7 for "S wound, no armor.":
5 5 11 = 1 Success
«OOC» Blindside says, "Duke will take an S wound."
Pain is odd. It's a sensation that Duke doesn't like. He goes tumbling as his leg stops working, tumbling in the late spring snow. "BOW WOW WYIIIIIIIIIPE!"
"SOMEONES SHOOTEN YER DAWGS, LUKE!"
"AW HELLLS NO! AVENGERS, ASSEMBLE!"
"What?"
"GET OUT THERE AND KICK SOME ASS!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Bite bite bite bite bite!":
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanith (#1650) has the Armor Rating Impact with the value '2'.
2 3 4 4 5 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Blindside says, "Okay. You get 2 successes to dodge. 5M damage."
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanith (#1650) rolls Body vs TN 3 for "Impact Armor 2":
1 2 2 2 3 5 5 8 10 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Blindside says, "You have a dog latched on your arm (+1 to all TNs until you kill the dog or it otherwise delatches) but take no damage."
«OOC» Blindside hrms. Yeah. +jump doesn't take a -1 mod however, so give me an athletics check, TN 5.
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanith (#1650) rolls Athletics vs TN 5:
3 3 4 4 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanith (#1650) rolls Athletics vs TN 5:
3 4 4 5 11 = 2 Successes
Lucy bounds through the air, jaws open, lunging for Tanith. Instinct brings Tanith's arm up, and thus Lucy gets a mouth full of trog arm rather than trog neck. MOFFFF MOFFF MOFF MOFF! Says the dog, now latched on to the mans arm.
Tanith is now running with an arm covered by dog. "Oi! Feth Wit! Getteroffme!" He says as he hurls him self up at the roof, body rolling up onto it with Lucy attached. He now is flailing his arm as he stands up there, much like a Chicken. "Off! Off!" he says, getting ready to punch the dog in the nose.
From the front door, four gangers spill out, in various stages of dress and undress, all sporting guns. "SHOT MAH DAWG!" Says one, who matches the description provided for Luke (Based on the bald head, but the big beard)
"Trogs gonna DIE! KILL THE FUCKEN TROG!"
Chaz's gun is turned towards the door and smiles, waiting for the gangers to come piling out of the clubhouse like a clown car, a grin on his face as he sees them out. "Let's rock and roll," he says to himself.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 2 for "Luke, +7":
2 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 1 for "Juke, +5":
2
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 1 for "Fluke, +6":
11
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 1 for "Jive, +5":
8
«Auto-Judge[]» Chaz (#4325) rolls Initiative with a result of 9.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blindside (#2329) rolls 1 for "Wail, +8":
5
«Auto-Judge[]» Tanith (#1650) rolls Initiative with a result of 14.
Tanith 14
Luke 12
Fluke 12
Jive 11
Wail 11
Chaz 9
Juke 7
