just that the troll hip-firing a seven foot belt-fed cannon, preferably modified to full auto
"Oi, this'll keep the Fragger's 'ed down!" Buster shouted into the commlink, bracing himself before letting out a spray of explosive death from his modified panther, using his gyro harness mounted under his bulky, armoured black trenchcoat to keep the massive weapon at bay. The building across the street starting to collapse from losing it's first floor whilst the opposing Renraku Samurai's hitting the deck instantly.
Completely legit material, right there.
the chromed up sammie cutting cars in half with a wire
The rigger's message showed in the edge of his peripheral vision, something about his FlySpy noticing an armoured van heading to cut their escape route off. Sending an "on it" to the rest of the team, he readied his monowhip. Activating his wired reflexes to just leap out from behind a corner and flick his wrist, the fingertip-compartment hidden whip cutting the vehicle in half across the middle, sending the vehicle careening onto the rival bars on both sides of the street, exploding near simultaneously as the Street Sam turned on his heels to rush to the Rigger's van, his black trenchcoat whipping in the wind.
Still totally legitimate stuff.
and the rigger's A-Team van with retractable miniguns and missile racks
Watching from his FlySpy, the rigger saw the van explode in two fireballs, the Troll having emptied his magazine and jumped into the back of the van, denting the back door. The dwarf decided to make him pay for the repairs after this was done. The Samurai was on the top of the van already, kneeling down in some Japanese Bushido thing or whatnot... He wasn't too knowledgeable about that. but since it allowed the Sam to monowhip down the missiles and grenades fired at them, he wasn't going to complain. Flooring it, he turned the corner to see that the Elf face's "negotiations" hadn't succeeded and he had two more of Samurai-filled armoured vehicles after his monocycle, his black trenchcoat full of bullet holes... He wasn't going to last long. Sending a mental command, the Two Vindicator's spun into action from the sides of the van, the Street samurai's kneeling spot rising up as the missile rack took in the heat signatures of the opposing vehicles. With the speed of thought he shot out two missiles, charring the end of the Samurai's black trenchcoat, turning the wheel and hitting the handbrake to spin the van a neat 180 degrees, the troll opening the back doors of the van...
I didn't know they even made rigger vans without weapon mods?
a bay to work on the Face's souped-up monocycle.
The modificiations he had added clearly worked in his advantage, allowing for superior mobility as rounds from assault rifles missed him... Except for that one. And that. Ouch. Looking at the live feeds on his mirrorglasses, he noticed the rest of the team heading towards his position, the van turning a corner and the weaponry coming to bear. Knowing what to do, he hit the nitro on his monocycle and was flattened into his seat, the missiles zooming past him, the sounds of the exploding vehicles distant for him as he needed to focus all his concentration on making the vehicle jump slightly, flying past the opened doors on the back of the van and hitting the Monocycle-bay on the spot, his body jerking violently as the vehicle was stopped on it's tracks, the monocycle bays suspension shaking him around whilst bringing the vehicle to stop. his head hitting the back of his cycle rather violently as he fell off the bike, coughing up blood. Staggering up, he felt his Pink Mohawk hit the roof of the van as he murmured something about hitting a bar before collapsing onto a back seat.
It's all in how you use it, and just as importantly all in how you describe it that makes it black vs pink..
I mean, if the players get hit with a lot of shit, there's no way of doing stuff undercover and keeping things simple. Drek hits the fan, and the players will NEED to use the best money can get to even survive.
Also, the things I do when I'm bored. I don't even know if this is good fiction. See how I made everything into Black Trenchcoat?