Player: /u/hyperflare
Character: Once
GM: /u/VoroSR
Run: Name Forthcoming
Log 1, Seattle.
"I've decided to restart the numbering. I was entertaining the thought of continuing from the ones they made me do at the facility since I was going to keep doing it, but... this time it's on my terms. When they made me "record your experiences" they just wanted more data. It ended up saving my sanity. So I'll keep doing this, but as a new beginning. My new life not as a pawn for some boardroom assholes but as a shadowrunner, a pawn for some Johnson assholes. You might say the distinction is all but invisible, but this means I can walk away whenever I want.
So, the job. It was pretty interesting. We had a pretty well-rounded team. The bagpipe and alcohol-loving mage Radge, our greenhorn decker was called-- $mem access$ Crash Cart, right. We also had the very aptly named Hammerhead on our side.
So Johnson wanted us to destroy some AA's server. Luckily it was in a relatively vulnerable position, and we took out the spider beforehand - I should remember to treat the people who serve my food better. Kinda scary how fast that kid was ready to slip some unknown substance into a guy's food. What a drek world.
Next up, we arrive at the building dressed up as janitors (quelle fragging surprise), which we checked out as, seeing as CC had gotten us onto the employee's list. Sadly, he didn't have that much luck with the SIN scanner. Kind of a joke really, considering that the thing looked older than my favourite shirt. But we managed to jam it. Not the last word in elegance but frag it. You can only do so much.
Sadly, the run went from slightly smudged makeup to mascara streaming down your cheeks when CC fudged installing a lookout drone unter the van, which managed to get the security office's attention. At this point (not having known if the SIN scanner jam actually had worked but knowing that an Ares HTR base was less than five minutes away), I dropped my weapon-concealing bag, picked out my Armor and the Alpha, and kicked down the door to the elevator. The losers in the sec office tried to stop us but CC managed to start it up again. So we did end up finding the server and... well, Radge went full highlander and claymored it. That part was pretty easy.
Thankfully the basement (where the server was located) was virtually devoid of people. That is, until corpsec started showing up. You gotta hand it to 'em, they used their flashbangs and didn't spend all their time wetting their pants. Maybe they should have though, because we dispatched 'em good. Thinking back on this I wish I'd have used stun ammo. There was no need to kill these people. And especially not executing them via blade through the head. I thought it was just normal and went along, but that's exactly what I don't want to do anymore. No more swimming with the stream. No more killing. I still have flashbacks from fucki-- Let's not get into that. Yeah.
Anyways, after Radge dealt with some spirit bullshit (which actually looked more like him staring vacantly while I held up CC to the computer for the garage door) we hopped into the van and drove out of the garage - passing the HTR team on its way to take us out. Good thing I can't get heart attacks anymore.
End log, Athene."
Run Time: 2015-03-04, 0200 UTC
Mission Rewards: 14,000 Nuyen, 4 Karma
Mission Expenses: 2865 NY for assorted ammo (APDS & SnS), 8500 for a Suzuki Mirage, 1400 NY Corp tax
Notes: Great run. I got to punch doors! Our fuckups were handled well. In the end I do think we did deserve our escape but barely. Very, very, barely. We had roleplay, legwork, infiltration and firefights. What more can you want from a run?
Quotes of the session: Landshaaaaaark