Drifter One

Hey folks - just to let you know im gonna bail as this game does not seem to be going anywhere. Good luck all.

 RICKY FORTUNE - LAWMAN Head Armor: 7 | Body Armor: 11 | Shield: 0 | HP: 45 INT: 7 | REF: 8 | DEX: 7 | TECH: 5 | COOL: 6 | WILL: 8 | LUCK: 7 | MOVE: 6 | BODY: 5 | EMP: 4 Humanity: 40/40 | Wounds:  | Critical Injuries:  | Addictions: Heavy Pistol 4D6 | ROF 2 | Hands 1 | Shots (8) | Concealed | Shotgun 5d6 | ROF 1 | Hands 2 | Shots (4)   As conversation continued as the Kuma glided down the freeway, Ricky began loading Lucy with slugs, his calloused fingers nimbly slotting them into the magazine. "This old girl can sure shred a wheel or two. If we do this then we need to surround them quick and grab the merch.  We probably have more time than we need out here as NCPD wont consider it a priority now we are outta the city streets. Unless we cause some catastrophe that is." Ricky flicked the safety off the aging weapon and adjusted his position, pressing the button to retract the window. "Ready. If you are..."  

RICKY FORTUNE - LAWMAN Head Armor: 7 | Body Armor: 11 | Shield: 0 | HP: 45 INT: 7 | REF: 8 | DEX: 7 | TECH: 5 | COOL: 6 | WILL: 8 | LUCK: 7 | MOVE: 6 | BODY: 5 | EMP: 4 Humanity: 40/40 | Wounds:  | Critical Injuries:  | Addictions: Heavy Pistol 4D6 | ROF 2 | Hands 1 | Shots (8) | Concealed | Shotgun 5d6 | ROF 1 | Hands 2 | Shots (4):   Ricky rummaged in his duffel bag at his feet for a moment s Kat smoothly brought the Kuma around and nestled in the traffic a couple of vehicles behind the White SUV. He withdrew a long iron; a shotgun formed of cobalt blue steel barrel and a walnut stock. It looked old and battered, like it had seen a lot of action. "This is Lucy. The old girl has seen a fair bit trouble over the years, and yes, ive popped a few tyres with her. If this is the road we are taking, i can take the shot."  Shooting tyres was all part of being a beat cop, as car chases were commonplace throughout NC. Quietly, he hoped Lucy has enough clout to take out a custom rig.

RICKY FORTUNE - LAWMAN Head Armor: 7 | Body Armor: 11 | Shield: 0 | HP: 45 INT: 7 | REF: 8 | DEX: 7 | TECH: 5 | COOL: 6 | WILL: 8 | LUCK: 7 | MOVE: 6 | BODY: 5 | EMP: 4 Humanity: 40/40 | Wounds:  | Critical Injuries:  | Addictions: Heavy Pistol 4D6 | ROF 2 | Hands 1 | Shots (8) | Concealed | Shotgun 5d6 | ROF 1 | Hands 2 | Shots (4):   Ricky was about to retort but then thought better of it, as he felt it wasn't his place to lecture these Pups anyway. They would soon realise that Night City was not a good place to be and certainly not a "fun" environment. Unless ones idea f fun is surviving each day. Now Kat, the driver, was more his kind of guy. He wasn't a talker and seemed to just be a "get the job done" sort. Ricky admired that. Suddenly, the detective found his reverie interrupted.   "woah slow down, we got contact on the radar. U-Turn! Do a U-Turn! Package was in that whive SUV, we have to follow it, but we can't bee too agresive, as not to spook them." Rossalie spat, but Kat did not flinch nor make any drastic maneuvers. Ricky shuffled forward in his seat and his hand went to rest on his pistol.   "Jeezus Christ, calm down! Made me nearly jump out of my threads! Look, Kat is right, lets not panic or draw attention. We will drive up the road a little then smoothly turn around and tail them." Ricky swivelled so he could catch sight of the white SUV out the rear window. "Right, I think we have two options. We can tail them and see where they are headed. Bare in mind that they could be heading to a lockup, warehouse, or some other such place where they can double the number of gonks. I don't think that would be in our favour. Ricky paused and scratched the stubble on his chin. "Or, we could tail them for a bit and pop the tyres, force them to stop on our terms and then try and klep the goods. I wasn't expecting the target to be mobile, so the sooner we get out mitts on the package, the better. What'dya reckon?"

im here. Where else would i be? Its cyberpunk man!

Uh uh. I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk? - Harry Callahan

Happy New Year folks. Hope it is a good one and an improvement on the last few!

RICKY FORTUNE - LAWMAN Head Armor: 7 | Body Armor: 11 | Shield: 0 | HP: 45 INT: 7 | REF: 8 | DEX: 7 | TECH: 5 | COOL: 6 | WILL: 8 | LUCK: 7 | MOVE: 6 | BODY: 5 | EMP: 4 Humanity: 40/40 | Wounds:  | Critical Injuries:  | Addictions: Heavy Pistol 4D6 | ROF 2 | Hands 1 | Shots (8) | Concealed | Shotgun 5d6 | ROF 1 | Hands 2 | Shots (4):     What do we do for fun? is she fucking kidding me!?   Ricky felt his blood boil somewhat at this question, either she was naive or completely new to this game, either way, there was no fun to be had in Night City. Ricky just stared out of the window as the Kuma whizzed by, noting secific areas where he had been shot at, involved in a bust or slotted some punk. Every street had a story, and he had been involved in far to many. He often wondered how he was even still alive. Ricky took off his glasses for a moment and used his coat to try and buff out a smear before replacing his dark lenses back on his nose. The glare of the Neon that constantly bounced in ones face around NC often caused him headaches, and the sun glasses gave him some mild relief. Ricky cleared his throat.   "There ain't nothin' fun in NC, kid. This place...it draws you in, chews you up and spits you out on the street. Trust me, i've been around these blocks for many, many years, more than i care to remember. It sucks any fuckin' joy you have right from your very soul. Everyday is a challenge just to get by, earn enough Eddies to pay your bills without getting a fuckin' bullet to the skull. Nah, there ain't no fun. There's just survivin'."   Ricky shuffled in his seat, he flet he had said too much already. He wasn't much of a talker. The conversation soon turned and the others began to argue about what each should be called.   Just use yer damn names! Ricky thought, and decided it was a convo he should check out of.

whoops. AN oversight i have now rectified 🙂

finally Platinumed Cyberpunk 2077 after 92 hours.... PLaying Warhammer 3: Total War now.

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Ricky fell silent. The wheelman was right of course, getting slotted was par for the course for that amount of eddies. Trouble was Rick had far too much to do and reparations had to be made; he couldn't do that if he got zero'd. Then again, he'd been working the mean streets of NC for a couple of decades now and he had survived this long.   Despite the near misses. he thought to himself as he mindlessly rubbed an old gunshot wound in his thigh. It still hurt now and then, but he could never tell if it was a phantom pain or if it was real. He could've just gone the route of some of his old pals and got decked out with some chrome replacements, but Ricky hated it. He would never substitute his real body for any robotic nonsense. Despite all the aches and pains of middle age. He pulled out his pistol, a Millitech AP-49 custom. The grip had two entwined silver swans etched on each side. He affectionally called it Renee, after his wife. She had a vicious bite too. Checking it was loaded with a full clip he checked the safety and stowed it away in its holster.   "Yep. Nice and clean. But if those punks come shootin'..." Ricky paused, not bothering to finish his sentence. If his life was in danger, playing the nice guy would not end well. "let's just get this done." Ricky sat back in his seat and looked out the window. The streets were quiet, but they always concealed something, so he made sure he would keep his detectives eye on his surroundings.

@Sapphic Reiver hope all goes well for you.

The messenger for the Pastor did not hang around; spilled the beans and delta'd outta there. Something did not sit right with Ricky, maybe it was instinct or maybe it was just his years on the force made him suspicious of everything and everyone. Still, he had to do what he had to do. The tracker was passed to Mercedes, so she slipped in the front next to the Nomad and Ricky found himself sat in the back next to the Koi lady. Ricky wound down the window to try and let the odour out. NC was rank on the best of days, but damn it was less of a torment on the nostrils than the stench coming from the car.   "Something stinks." Ricky muttered. "And I don't mean the wagon." he added, realising he was stating the obvious. He shuffled forward in his seat, grabbing the headrest of the passenger seat in front. "So we are delivery drivers, huh?" Ricky nonchalantly pulled his hipflask from his overcoat and began to unscrew the cap. "Last time I got mail, din't take four fucking people to deliver it. This ain't gonna be no simple pick up, and if the package is as important as it seems, why would scav trash nick it?". Ricky flopped back into his seat and stared out of the window as the full sun began to blaze higher in the sky. "I dunno. Just need to be on our toes, is all im sayin'." Ricky took a long swig from his hiplflask.

RICKY FORTUNE - LAWMAN Head Armor: 7 | Body Armor: 11 | Shield: 0 | HP: 45 INT: 7 | REF: 8 | DEX: 7 | TECH: 5 | COOL: 6 | WILL: 8 | LUCK: 7 | MOVE: 6 | BODY: 5 | EMP: 4 Humanity: 40/40 | Wounds:  | Critical Injuries:  | Addictions: Heavy Pistol 4D6 | ROF 2 | Hands 1 | Shots (8) | Concealed | Shotgun 5d6 | ROF 1 | Hands 2 | Shots (4):