Kuri_kun

404 sends a text copy of the phone call to everyone and a moment later he speaks over their commlink. "Ive got a first aid kit on me so Puppet and I should probably head over there and try to save the girl. Gotta investigate one more mark though.I want to know who was trailing her and why." Hes already at work in the matrix, taking another look around before he accesses the mark, hoping to know more.

404 considers for a moment the best way forward and considering the circumstances he decides to do some further hacking, hopefully to get a listen in on whatever was going down. "Alright, lets do this quiet like." he thought before slipping back into the matrix and accessing his mark on the device. Edit: Lol didnt think it would copy the roll, i just wanted to settings so gonna reroll that to access the mark on the commlink

The message was odd, the Mr. Johnson even odder. He didnt seem like a dedicated fixer or even someone that had done this kind of thing before and now he was sticking out where everyone would take notice. "Must be a newbie to this kind of work." he thought as he stood up, slowly walking toward the man as the waitress brought him his plate of synth steak and fries. He approaches and takes a seat, trying to keep the door in his line of sight but also making a mental note of any potential escape routes. "Good evening." he says softly as he takes his seat, patiently waiting for everyone before he sets his plate down, popping a french fry into his mouth as he looks across the table. "Thanks for the hospitality. So what can we do for you?" he asks softly as he picks up a fork and knife, taking his time to cut the meat as he awaits a response.

404 takes a moment to ensure his mark is firmly attatched to the device, keeping the subterfuge up as he considers his next step. After a moment he decides to go with his original plan and find out who the person is talking to. "Alright lets see who you're talking to." he thinks as he begins the search

Looks like 3.65 Essence. He has quite a bit of cyberware

Pups push made him a little more uncomfortable but he was starting to get the feeling that Pup had little understanding of normal social ques. Blockade wasnt the smartest man in the room but he knew people. He usually had a good idea when to be nice, and when to use intimidation. With a future companions and a name like Pup shouting out her inexperience he figured this was a time to be nice. "Lets work together for a few months first. Then we can revisit that question." he answers. It wasnt a no, but it also wasnt a yes. "So it seems were a little combat skewed. Good to know." he says with a firm nod as he calls the waitress over, and makes an order of synth-steak and fries as well as a cup of Soykaf, making sure to ask for a large sized order.

"Could be bad...could be someone just trying to schedule a hook up." he thinks as he sits back in the van's seat, looking over the matrix area one more time. "Suppose Ill listen in, Ill brick it if I need to." he thinks as he flicks the icon and begins his hack to listen in on the conversation. Hopefully it was something benign but if not he was ready to do whatever he needed to to protect the team.

As the fox moves close to smell him Blockade's hand moves down, running gently over the top of Pups head and all the way down her back. Comparitivly his hands were huge and pup might be able to lay down in just one of them. Yet the motion was done just one time and its gentle and deliberate as he looks across the table at the other woman. At hearing the voice in his head hes taken aback for a moment, surprised that the source of the magic he noticed earlier was the fox and not the woman. For a moment he wonders how to answer those questions, already pup had revealed something he didnt want revealed in this shadowrunning life. He was doing this vor Vorrka so he could live a better life then Blockade had. "The little one..." he begins as he looks in pups eyes, trying to fake a smile though there was a bit of anxiety in his voice. "The little one you smelt is my son. Hes not part of this and its best you forget him while were on the job." He looks across the table at Llorona for a moment "My talents are everything you see. Im good at smashing stuff, and people. Im a bit of a gearhead too. I always liked choppers and old vehicles." he says as he looks over at Legion. "Seems I might not the only one. Saw your drone when I was driving up. Nice hardware. Rigger, Decker, something in between?" he asks before looking back across the table "and you, are you bot magic or do you have different talents?"

Blockade stood there for a moment paying each one a moment of respect as he looked over them. "An elf, an orc, and a purple fox" he thought as the message popped up on his comlink. He opened the message within his AR overlay and read it before reaching up with his right hand setting on the top of his helmet before pulling it off and hanging it on his belt by the chin strap. Beneath it he had a large black bushy beard and large canines that protruded upwards along his cheeks. His different colored eyes look around before pointing to the nearby corner cafe mentioned. "Seems like our client is buying. Lets grab a bite. We can talk while we wait." he suggests in an inviting tone, beginning to walk toward the cafe, figuring they would follow behind him.

It was mid day as the sun was shining high in the sky, obfuscated by the Miami smog high above in the sky. As the sun beat down on him Blockade spread out a few engine parts and began to assemble them. The other much smaller troll by him watching him carefully as Blockade assembled the junked parts he had fished out of a dumpster. Beneath them was the frame to a smaller motorcycle that they had begun to put together on every visit. "Alright Vorrka. This is called a carburator. It mixes air and gasoline, sending that mix into the engine, and powering it." he began as he set the part in and watched the younger troll screw the bolts into their makeshift engine. "So it sits on top of the engine block?" the boy asked as he looked up with genuine interest a moment that made Blockade smile with pride as he nodded with genuine enthusiasm. The makeshift bike was a rat rod to be sure with every single part scoured, cleaned up, and fixed from dumpsters, junk yards, and bargain bins but it was the perfect project for a father and son to work on. He was about to continue the lesson when the message appeared in his augmented reality setup and he paused, reading through its contents before he heard the smaller trolls voice. "Dad? Something wrong?" the voice said, shaking him back into the real world. "Huh, oh yeah. Everything's fine. Just a job opportunity, Ill take a look at it after I take you back to your moms." The rest of the afternoon would be spent together, building the rat rod of a motorcycle and Blockade would drop his son off before going to the meeting. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later that day the Harley rode along the road stopping at the dock, a huge troll dressed in bikers leathers and with a helmet with a tinted glass visor over his face, his long curved horns sticking out through hole he had cut in the material. The roar of his bike could be heard far off and it was intentional as he wanted to advertise his presence. The presence of a large, loud man, that none could easily ignore. The bike itself was an old Harley Davidson, rebuilt several times over the years and painted black with gold trim. Everything about it said it was the love of the man's life, clean and polished, running perfectly, and tuned up for his exact needs. The roaring engine shut off and the bike visibly lifted as the man stood, swinging one leg over the side before he stood at a full nine foot, two inches in height, not quite counting his long curved horns. The biker leathers hugged his frame tightly showing a man that was nothing but muscle from head to toe with the armored jacket over his heavy and well built frame. He reached down to his bike and picked up the combat ax securing it to his back with a long leather strap. Under his jacket was an FN HAR assault rifle that was not hidden well by any stretch of the imagination. The way he stood and held himself betrayed a man of discipline and consideration but as his helmeted head constantly looked around it also said he was careful, seeking out trouble. He paid special attention to the few who were gathered together and sized them up for a moment before he walked forward, not hiding his weaponry but not reaching for any either. He reached up flipping up the tinted visor of his motorcycle helmet as he looked at each of them, revealing his different colored eyes. One red, one blue. "Hmmmm none of you look like a Mr. Johnson. Must be some other runners. Names Blockade, nice to meet ya!" he says in a jovial and welcoming tone of voice that ran counter to the way he held himself in these circumstances.

To be clear I wasnt planning to have Blockade get into rigging but neither am I opposed to the idea. Hes very much a motorcycle and cars enthusiast, a guy whos really into biker culture. He even has some skill points in maintenance/repair but rigging could be an unplanned but interesting development. I think for me personally it would be a big change since I know almost nothing about rigging. Blockade is the first time Im not playing a full blown Decker. Mostly because I wanted to do something different. I played with the idea of making him an adept but I just couldnt make it work how I wanted it to plus I was adamant that I was playing a troll

To be clear Blockade isnt a rigger and not really a street sam either. Im not sure he fits in any of the typical archetypes but yes he is a big boy combat monster. I added a love of vehicles and motorcycles with a background in gang life because I wanted him to be more interesting then just a character that smashes stuff. Dont get me wrong though, hes smashes stuff and he does it well

Sure Metatype - B Attributes - A (24 points) Magic and Resonance - E Mundane Skills - D 22 Skill points/0 skill groups Resources - C 140,000 Nuyen

Collin sits in the van eyeing the camera's, pistol at the ready just in case as he guards Pickle while the others are clearing the area. Yet when his deck comes alive and he see's a new icon in the matrix he finds himself curious about the new addition when before they were in essentially a dark zone of matrix activity. "Some device just turned on, no details yet. Investigating." he says over his commlink as he slips into VR. "Let's start with the easy stuff, what are you...and are you dangerous to us." he thinks as he begins his search, examining the icon and going deeper to find its origin and purpose.

Name: Gorrin Viz Alias: Blockade Metatype: Troll Description: Gorrin is a mountain of a man even for a Troll standing at a height of nine foot two inches and is heavily muscled from head to toe weighing almost five hundred pounds and rippling with muscle. He sports a pair of immaculate curved horns that he keeps clean and polished, as well as a full black beard and a short high and tight haircut atop his head. His clothes vary but most of the time he sports biker leathers which contrast well with his pale skin and has the markings of the Horned riders motorcycle club. When on a run Blockade wears an armored jacket with a large motorcycle helmet over his face. Relying on his assault rifle in ranged combat but he prefers to close the distance wielding a combat ax in his hands and using his superior strength to take out opponents. Personality: Blockade is a well meaning and jovial man most of the time offering well meaning jokes and humor and a pleasant demeanor to his friends and allies. He has a love for motorcycles and automobiles of all kinds as hes very much bought into the idea of "biker culture" and freedom of the road. Blockade is also a proud and aging father with a love for his son Vorka and he does his best to raise him to be better then himself but in the sixth world life is hard and money is tight, doubly so for a troll with a kid. Luckily he shares the cost of a child with his sons mother and his small cramped home is even more cramped with two of them. The situation is one he weathers as best he can for every time he looks at or speaks to his son he is filled with boundless love and would do anything for him. Hes left his old criminal life behind for the most part and though hes running in the shadows as a mercenary for hire he doesnt want anything to do with his old life of crime if it has a chance to effect his sons life. Background: As far back as he can remember Blockade has few memories of his parents. He knows they were criminals in some long disbanded gang but they were killed in some gang war few remember and even fewer cared about. He was only six or seven when he found himself alone in the world and as a growing troll he learned to rely on his size and strength like so many others. Eventually he signed on with the Black jacket gang as some muscle. As he grew up into a man he took an interest in cars and motorcycles, learning how to maintain the gangs vehicles whenever he wasnt needed to add some muscle to a job or intimidate someone. He quickly became an enforcer within the gang and became one of the chief members of their smuggling rings transporting weapons, tech, drugs, and people all over Seattle. At the time he had met Mirda, a brawny troll that he began courting and would eventually bear him a child: Vorka Blockade continued with the gangs smuggling rings while building a nest egg until he eventually got caught by the law and served six years in prison. By the time he got out of prison Blockade's son had been born but his relationship with Mirda had broken down. The two parted ways but agreed to joint custody of Vorka. Unable to provide much Blockade got desperate for money, bought the best gear he could afford and put his name out to the various fixers and Mr. Johnsons in town, hoping that one day his runs could help build a stable life for his son where Vorka could avoid the gang life that Blockade found himself in. Show this Body 9 Agility 4 Reaction 5 (7) Strength 10 Charisma 2 Intuition 4 Logic 2 Willpower 4 Edge 1 Positive Qualities Thermographic Vision Ambidexterity Gearhead Toughness Negative Qualities Dependent (Inconvienance) Distinctive style (Heterochromia) Sinner (Criminal) Skill groups Athletics 1 Engineering 1 Stealth 1 Active Skills Aeronautics Mechanic 1 Automatics 6 Automotive Mechanic 1 Blades (Axes) 6 Disguise 1 First Aid 1 Gymnastics 1 Heavy Weapons 1 Industrial Mechanic 1 Intimidation 3 Nautical Mechanic 1 Palming 1 Pilot Ground Craft 2 Pistols 2 Running 1 Sneaking 1 Swimming 1 Unarmed Combat 1 Knowledge Skills English (native language) Gangs 4 Smuggler Routes 3 Smuggler Safe houses 2 Spanish 3 Cyberware Commlink (Trans Avalon w/ sim module) Reaction Enhancers (rating 2) Smartlink Smuggling compartment Voice Modulator (Rating 1) Bioware Orthoskin (rating 3) Platelet Factories Street Gear 4 Spare clips (streetline special) AR Gloves 100 Ammo of Gel rounds (holdout) 7 Spare Clips (FN HAR) 250 Ammo of Regular rounds (Assault rifles) 2 spare clips 70 Ammo APDS (Assault rifles) DocWagon contract (1 year, advance payment) Certified Credstick, silver (3755 Nuyen) Gas mask Medkit (rating 4) Tool kit (automotive) Fake SIN (rating 4) -Fake License (Gear Rating 4) -Fake License (Weapons Rating 4) -Fake License (Cyber/bioware Rating 4) Clothing/Armor Armor Jacket -Fire resistance (rating 3) -Insulation (Rating 3) -Conductivity (Rating 3) -Chemical Protection (Rating 3) Helmet Weapons Streetline Special w/ Concealed Holster Combat Axe Survival Knife FN HAR w/ external smartgun system Ballistic Shield Lifestyle: Low (2 months, 4200/month) Cramped -10% Metatype +100% Dependents +20% Karma: 0 Vehicles Harley Davidson Scropion (Chopper) Contacts Marcel "Craven" Santiago (Connection 2 Loyalty 1) Archetype: Mechanic Metatype: Human Gender: Male Age: Middle Aged Type: Shadow Services Personal Life: Familial Relationships Preferred Payment: Barter (Hobby/Vice items) Hobbies/Vice: Vehicles (Sports Cars) Meredith Vizer (Connection 4 Loyalty 2) Archetype: Smuggler Metatype: Dwarf Gender: Female Age: Young Type: Support Personal Life: None Preferred Payment: Cash (Credstick) Hobbies/Vice: Weapons (Guns) Notes: Character is finished and ready to go.

Im in the process of making a character right now but I have a few questions. Are there any restrictions on restricted items (like nothing say beyond 12R?) and how in depth will licenses be used?

404 had little to do at the moment. No electricity, no matrix signals, nothing requiring his expertise. At least for now. He was sure things were going to change as this run continued. Leaving the others to their devices he instead returns to Pickles van, knowing he cant do much at the moment he has little choice but to stand guard over their VIP as the others commit to their own jobs.

He stands there for a moment hearing nothing but silence returned to his plea to anyone there. Silence was something he was expecting but he hoped it wouldnt be the return he got for his efforts. "Alright lets head in. We search room by room. Be wary of traps. I think Pickle should wait outside in the truck, at least till we clear the building." he states over the comm unit as he takes his first tentative steps inside, keeping his weapon holstered and at first glance hidden at the small of his back. However his other hand reaches down to his belt, pulling up the flashlight and lighting it as he begins to look around the room paying special attention to entrances and exits.

After a long look through the local matrix 404 exits VR and jumps down from the top of the van, taking a long look around the area before approaching the building right behind the others. "Matrix seems clear for now. No signals besides us but that might change if we get the power back on." He says as he puts a hand on the door, slowly turning the knob and opening it as he keeps his form to the side of the doorway. Collin then looked inside, one way, then the other and called out "Hello? Anyone home? Were not here to hurt you! We just want to take a look around!" he said with his voice raised and looking into the doorway.

"Im taking a look around via the matrix. Standby." he says over the comm. As he stands on the top of the van, slipping the device into a vest pocket he takes a good look around though, not with his cybereyes. Accessing his deck he slips into VR for a moment running a scan of the local matrix as Collin looks for any hidden signals in the nearby area. He flips on a track of the latest album he had gotten, Japanese Punk in theme. A song called "Freedom in the rain" playing at half volume in his ears. No one else could hear it but the smooth electric beat helped him concentrate as he delved into the local area.

Collin took a long look over the device after scraping away some of that sticky goop. He turns it over, and over, and over, looking over the makeshift device till hes sure he's figured out how it was taped together. Only then does he pull back a small panel, an old half taped together battery access panel to pull the battery out and shut the thing down. For a moment he wonders what to do with it and he elects to keep it on him, perhaps it could be of use later as a diversion or a trap

His cybereyes look around as he steps out of the vehicle and he notes the area in his head. Silently he sends messages to everyone "Matrix is dark but theres blood on the windows, keep your heads on a swivel. We might want to take a look inside while I inspect our present. Also shopping carts on the far end, no matrix signs but possible improvised explosive device." With nothing in the matrix showing signs of activating it put 404 on edge. He knew it was possible he might have been a bit paranoid but he was always careful with this kind of work. Leaving the others to their own devices he pulled himself up to the roof of the vehicle, taking a knee to look at the device they had dropped. At first he thought it might be something akin to a grenade but it had plenty of time to detonate if that were the case. The odd thing was the lack of a signal but he wasnt about to trust it. Instead he pulls out his survival knife and begins to scrape away the goop to get a closer look at the device, doing a visual inspection first.

404 continues to watch the camera, slowly but carefully keeping his VR eyes moving through them to keep the 360 degree sight. The others could handle one direction fine but it would also be a distraction to more easily spotted ones on the regular roads. Yet he doesnt miss the comments made by the others. Puppets comment about the smell of the city was something he agreed with, it wasnt like back home in Norway. Especially not that smell he had gotten used to in Renraku, like a mix of light incense mixed with utter superiority and consideration rolled into one. "They're made to provide an air source. Say we get a job to recover something underwater. Ive got a couple of hours without the need to breath. Say someone tosses out a gas grenade, it switches over so Im not affected. Its handy chrome to have in a pinch...but yes, you can avoid those awful smells too." he commented as he switched camera's again, this time looking ahead of them and scanning the spots where people might hide. He continues as he keeps moving between the cameras, keeping a lookout. "If by insurance you mean nuyen, yeah she'll charge you a fair price for some shiny chrome." he comments before adding "Confirmed I am loaded for non-lethal but if I have to start shooting were in big trouble."

Barb had helped lull puppet out of her slump and it worked on Collin as well. He nodded slowly paying Puppet a look beneath his hood and whispering "Its our first run, were allowed some mistakes. We just need to learn from them." he says in a reassuring tone with a firm nod. 404 looks at Puppet, more then a little surprised as she mentions being weak when she was young. It was the same for him, never a very strong kid, but not sickly either. He still remembered the first time he got off the slab of metal when the cyberdoc finished his muscle replacements. He felt like a new person, a better person and he had never looked back after that. He reaches up and taps a finger firmly against his chest though for him he felt it pressing against the dermal armor plating under his skin as he spoke. "I've got an Internal air tank myself. I know a good cyberdoc who might be able to help if youre serious about any "typical" modifications. She runs a clean place, knows her mods, and she likes cigarettes."

404 sits quietly next to puppet on a few duffel bags as he looks at the orc, taking note of his equipment. Especially the pistol trained on his comrade. He was about to act himself with a risky con to defuse the situation but suit had handled it, likely far better then 404 could have. He looks over at the elf, offering him a smile beneath the hood and nodded. "Good job there silver. Im glad I didnt have to jump in on that. Im a lot less talented at talking people down." he said as he eased himself back into the seat looking over at Puppet for a moment. "You alright there?" he asks, his voice with equal parts concern and curiousity. It wasnt everyday you had some ready to blow your brains out because of how you dressed. "Next time Ill be sure to do some more research on gang colors and loadout. Dont want a repeat of that. "