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Post by Rex Apium on Feb 8, 2017 2:22:09 GMT -5
The elven woman focused only slightly on the elven girl next to her. Part of her focus was on where Yukiko was putting her hands and feet. A certain elven woman's cyberdeck was nearby and a certain elven woman wouldn't see a problem with them being short one metahuman when they arrived should anything happen to it.
“Yes, we're fighting them, although in this case we're more or less going to try and avoid them. I do have a rule while you're sitting here. Don't touch that with anything.” She pointed to her cyberdeck, polite smile still on her face.
Ether really wasn't crazy about the music, but she knew exactly what the troll was going for. It did set the right kind of tone for what was about to happen, and what she knew of tank she couldn't help the slight smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth.
However, as Tank reached over the back of the seat and pulled out a briefcase to deposit it square in Yukiko's lap, that smirk dissolved immediately. The following sentence didn't help either, “Tank, dear, I don't think we should be giving weapons to children.”
Unfortunately, Ethereal didn't get the chance to take the case away from Yukiko before she shoved it away from herself, it landing at Ether's feet in the cab. With a sigh she looked from the case to the girl between she and Tank and shook her head. At the very least it would be convenient to have the case there. Normally Ether carried a handgun with her, but she hadn't grabbed it in the rush that evening. Having several more nearby would do wonders if she needed something a little more meticulous than an SMG.
Fortunately for Ether, she had chosen this time to start to roll down the window of the rig and get a better look at their surroundings. The girl had chosen to start stretching in the middle of the cab, and Ether's choice of moving out of the way at this point in time made it much easier to avoid the girl's limbs. Ether looked at her with somewhat of a confused look, watching her movements. This meant that when the girl's stomach rumbled, Ethereal was paying attention. It wasn't surprising that she hadn't been fed well, but what was surprising was that she asked Ether for food right afterward. Did she not understand how much danger they were in?
Ether had two options. She could ignore the request and go back to what she was doing, or she could inform the girl of how silly it was to be focused on something like that at this point in time. She was really, really leaning towards the latter of these two options, but at the same time the group had done a good job of making sure the girls weren't in a panicked state, and a panicked state would be way more annoying than just choosing not to answer her.
“When things get loud, get down,” Ether replied to her request, pointing to the floor between the bench and engine block before focusing back on the window.
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Post by Former Fiend on Feb 10, 2017 22:02:34 GMT -5
Tiago was grateful that he wasn't in the cab of the truck at that moment. Tiago was a blues man at heart. He preferred late 20th & turn of the century stuff, but Voodoo Blues was growing on him. What he didn't like was Goblin Rock bullshit, especially the niche subgenre that Tank loved so much. He'd rather beat someone up to a blues guitar than to the raging noise the troll had playing. It was why he didn't particularly care to Run with Tank despite the troll's skill at the job, and why, despite the fact that Tiago had hoped to play this whole thing quiet and hated getting into rolling firefights, he was glad for the fact that he was about to have the sound of a triple-barreled .50 caliber machine gun to drown out the sound of that noise that was making it through the cab of the truck all the way back to his ears.
Tiago saw the pursuers before the Truck managed to get on the I90 heading south towards Tacoma. They weren't in range yet but they were closing that gap. Half a dozen pursuit vehicles; two SUVs that each probably had half a dozen men in them, and four combat bikes. Yamaha Nodachis, from the look of it – probably the best combat bike on the market. Tiago had been thinking about trading in his Titan for one but the Nodachi lacked a rear seat and he liked riding with Ether. But it was still tempting; the things were strong enough to tear through a fully armored, chromed-to-the-gills troll and we dead simple to attach weapon placements to – something the Yaks had done in spades, from what Tiago could tell.
Whatever national pride and loyalty the Yakuza displayed in their choice of motorcycles, they didn't show in their choice of SUVs. Toyota and Nissan still put out some decent offerings, but decent in the way a shadowrunner would think of it – boring and functional, easy to blend in, modify, and not draw attention. The yakuza were not driving those kind of SUVs. They were driving BMW Teufelkatzes; designed specifically for high security operations. These were the kind of vehicles heads of state would be transported in; highly armored, heavy security systems, paired seats meaning that the team in side had a full range of visibility and could fire at the rig from any angle.
They managed to get on the freeway before any exchange of bullets occurred. It was wide open and clear up here – things that shadowrunners generally didn't like. But driving through the city itself would have been far more dangerous; crowded streets, pedestrians, intersections, and of course, police. Up here there was a chance that whatever the Yakuza was paying the police would be enough to hold them off – and jurisdictional issues between the different districts of the city would cut off pursuit before they could really get any momentum going.
But, not that it was an option in this rig regardless, there was no losing their pursuit. There were no turns or complex routes that were going to get these guys off their tail. And as powerful as Tank's butterfly was, outrunning them wasn't an option. Their only chance was to fight, and that could mean heavy consequences, assuming they survived.
The vehicles moved to overtake them; their strategy would be to surround the rig so that they could herd it where they wanted and disable it; take out the tires, kill the engine, bring it to a halting stop. Preferably without turning it over – they'd want to recover their stolen property. It was going to be like a pod of orcas taking on a great whale; drive it to where it couldn't maneuver and bleed it until it died.
But Tiago wasn't prey, and this whale had teeth. He didn't have great angles of fire with the trailer in the way, and it wouldn't take the yaks long to figure out the blind spots they could get behind to get out of his line of fire, but before they did, he was going to get a few shots in and he was going to make them count. He swiveled the turret and took careful aim, leading the target to account for the movement of the rig and the movement of the bike, before letting loose a burst shot.
The bike's front tire and front suspension were shredded under the machinegun fire, sending the frame of the bike flipping forward of it's own momentum and plastering the biker onto the freeway. The rest of the pursuit scattered; a bike and the SUVs falling back behind the rig, using the trailer as cover before peppering the rear tires of the flatbed with machine gun fire.
Two of the bikes zipped forward, easily outpacing the heavier rig and moving directly in front of it with precision driving, using the cab itself as cover from Tiago's gun. The ork's contribution to this fight was temporarily ended – it was going to be up to Tank's driving to put him in a position to strike again.
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Post by Panzer on Feb 20, 2017 0:07:48 GMT -5
Tank heard the bikes before he saw them overtake the large rig, sure they were faster then the ex-military vehicle, but had no where near the raw power the modified truck had. The Yaks were figuring out the blind spots, he was gonna have to adjust that later, right now his job was to keep this thing moving at all costs. As soon as the bike's got in front of him he pushed the pedal all the way to the floor and sped up trying to close the gap as much as he could, if he could get close enough he could deploy one of the ram bars giant spikes and run at least one of them off the road.
The troll looked in his mirrors and at the small monitor that camera he had jerry rigged to the flatbed, still a few behind him as well. If he didn't do something fast they would be sitting ducks, if he could just get Tiago a opening and get the other bike out of the way all in one shot. The driver's side of the rig was unobstructed at this time, if he jerked it over into one of the other lanes and Ether was ready that would get the other bike out of the way, the motion might even open up a gap for Tiago to take out one of the SUV's. The riders in front would be paying attention to his every move though, he was gonna need a distraction, this was where it got tricky.
His drones received the return signal he sent them including plans for a modified flight path, if the Yaks were paying so much attention to him and the rig they might not notice several recon drones repeatedly dive bombing them. As the first wave caught up to the rig, they began to swoop at the bikers, only 3 in total for the moment but more were on their way. Tank looked over at Ether after issuing the last command in a long string, "When I start to shift lanes get ready to take the one closet to your side out, I'll get the other." Hopefully Tiago heard the next part, "I'm shifting lanes, if I have to zig zag for a bit so be it, take whatever shot you can get my friend." As if orchestrated by a maestro conducting a orchestra everything happened at once and in union, Tank jerked the wheel to his left, pushed a button on the dash causing the spiked ram bar to deploy and the drones dive bombed the bikers. The bar caught the bike he was aiming for, causing the biker to fall off and tumble onto the interstate, at this point Tank didn't care if the man was crushed or unharmed, the rest was up to the other two for now.
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Post by Rex Apium on Feb 23, 2017 15:32:44 GMT -5
Ether let out a loud and long sigh as Yukiko took the gun out of the case. The last thing they needed was the weapons to be sliding around on the floor, and possibly getting under Tank's feet. The elf moved quickly and scooped up the weapons, putting them back into the case they were in before. They were safer there and easier to find remaining in the case.
Her timing was good, which wasn't unusual for the decker, as she sat up and grabbed her SMG again, she heard a combination of the gun on the top of the rig going off and the bikes hedging in on the cab. Tank was already reacting, pushing the pedal to the floor of the vehicle to increase its speed. It was dangerous, something this size wouldn't be able to maneuver, especially not at speeds like this, but it was necessary.
She couldn't help the look of annoyance on her face as she positioned herself. She wanted to already be in position before the Yaks got up on them, but with having to clean up after the child in the seat next to her, it had placed her at a bit of a disadvantage. For all her great timing, she was still not where she wanted to be.
The good news, however, was that Ether had an SMG and she wasn't trying to aim for anything other than the bikes themselves. There was no necessity for finesse in what they were doing, and as Tank maneuvered the big vehicle through the lanes of the highway, Ether positioned herself partly out of the window to fire her weapon. The bikes were slick, but they weren't slick enough to avoid bullets in their tires and bodies. The wonderful thing about it too, was that between Tank's maneuvering and Ether's ability to assess a situation, they were able to take the two bikes at the front of the rig out without causing any major damage to the rig itself.
This was even better where Yukiko was concerned. The girl was a liability as far as Ether could see, and the less that they had to worry about within the cab, the better everything would be in the long run. Ether herself was no good at close combat, it's why she carried a gun that didn't rely on precision, and chances of the child next to her being any better were slim. Instead, she would focus on taking out the vehicles the Yaks had decided to travel in and all from the comfort of the cab's window.
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