[Aria]

[Saturday September 14th, 2075; Ruins of Graham, Puyallup, Seattle]

@Cutter (in a heap outside the RV):

Well damn, that had been a might harder than you’d anticipated but it had clearly achieved your goal of rendering anyone inside momentarily insensible!  Now you just had to shake the ringing out of your ears from the awful sound of metal on metal in an impromptu exercise in fusion…

@Spector (west of the convoy):

As Chika pulls back towards the string of random vehicles you’ve just passed you look for your first target and are sadly disappointed…the ghouls, six of them, are strung out in a loose line being picked off by the defenders of the land train.  They are scrawny weakened looking beasts, hardly likely to gain you much bounty.  That said they are still flesh eating menaces that need to be put down for their own good…then an rending crash draws yours, and everyone else’s attention towards a stationary RV some twenty meters from your position…

@Ghost, Luz et al.

Well things are getting interesting again, Cutter has certainly opened up an entry opportunity into the RV, now it is just time to capitalise on his efforts…springing lightly off the train you are barely slowed by the sucking ash that is slowly turning to concrete under the snarling rain…

[All4BigGuns]

Rolling off the back of the bike just shortly before it impacted the side of the RV, Cutter lands in a crouched position on one knee. 'Well damn,' he thought, 'Guess the bike wasn't as strong as I thought...'

Pulling out his pistol, he takes aim on the most visible clown inside and says in a projected tone, "Let the kids go and get your sorry asses outta here now, and maybe you'll live."

[adamu]

[Saturday September 14th, 2075; Ruins of Graham, Puyallup, Seattle]

The RV that was at the center of Al's thoughts was rapidly shrinking in his side mirror when he saw the feller called himself Cutter broadside the beast with his Suzuki rice-rocket at full-tilt.

The impact nearly tore the Bison in half. Between the rain and the distance, Al couldn't see what had happened to the human gunslinger, but dead or alive, he was buyin' that guy a drink.

Maybe those kids had a chance yet.

[8-bit]

Ghost aimed for a shot, expecting to see his target through the window of the RV. Instead, through the ash, he was greeted with a reflection in the distance. Damn it!

He lowered his gun in frustration. That was when the train started moving. He almost fell off, but managed to catch himself. The only problem was, he needed to see his targets to shoot them, and he was damned if he was going to have to listen to Holier-than-thou Al about the kids.

Not that the kids weren't important either. Damn, he had almost forgotten, again! Then it hit him, there was a way he could get a shot. He could jump off the train.

No sooner did the thought enter his mind, then Ghost picked up his weapon, and jumped. Jumped with a blinding headache that is. Luckily, he landed in a pile of ash. He stood up, and looked at his arms; they were completely black.

I really hope no one saw that ...

He took a moment to reorient himself and then set off in a sprint towards the RV. He vaguely remembered some semblance of a plan, but fuck it. Ghost was going to get in visual range, and take the shot. Just like he always did.

He always took the shot.


Of course, when he took the shot, usually it wasn't after the someone rammed their vehicle into his target. Cutter had performed some move from an action trid; the RV was badly damaged. No time for awe, got to save the kids.

Ghost resumed his sprint forwards.

[Scawire]

Spector Sizes up the 6 ghouls. I've seen bigger in this part of Seattle that is for sure, might as well thin these ones out before they feast enouph to put more flesh on their bones and in their guts. Spector takes one of his readied shurikens and throws it at one of the Ghouls.

As Spector lets lose the shurikens he can remember when his lone parent his father would teach him as a kid to throw these stars of death at any target the street would give them. With little to no nuyen on the streets Spector never learned about gun but these flying razors of death, since when your done you can pick the corpses of the shuriken and no nuyen lost.

With the first star in air Spector speaks into his subvocal mic already set to broad cast on all open channels.
<<Comm Open Channel>> Necro 1 and Necro 2 on site located at the 6 O-clock of this land train. Where here to hunt Ghouls, just FYI <<End Comm message>>

Spector hated to give out his street name, he has found that if he is ever on a run he would use a call sign. When using your street name if someone over hears your communication it is easy for any corp with enouph nuyen track your street name, but with a set number for each runner and a new call sign Title like Necro, alpha, wolf etc. it sure does keep the Corps from finding you as easily.

Well Spector is letting the meta humans in the area know that him and Chika where on site, Spector lines up a second Ghoul and lets the second steel cut through the air and hopefully into a second Ghoul.

[SnowDragon]

Intervention

Will continue to move aftwards of the train from the inside, moving slowly and watching for contact of these ghouls that Spector mentioned. If she runs into them, well, that was what the HAR was for. At the moment, Intervention was making use of the bipod like a foregrip and had it on rock and roll.

[Lusis]

Emerging on top of the train, Luz reaches into her pack and produces a small directional jammer; which she points at the RV.

Let's see if this little toy is worth it.

[Jayde Moon]

Movement was fluid, easy.  The world seemed just a bit slower.  Not enough to feel like a 'slo-mo' grid, but enough to give her an edge.  The explosions and gunfire erupting all around clued her in to the presence of a group of 'Runners.  Probably hired to guard the train and now doing what they were paid to do.  Rodeo wasn't on retainer, but she figured that it was in her best interests to keep everything together.  While the others seemed to have most things in hand, she decided they didn't need any additional distractions.

Knowing that the Wolf Spirit she had summoned was near, Rodeo pointed at the remaining ghouls.

"Sic' em, boy!"

[saithor]

Frowning, Alicia considered the petite girl. "True name? Why don't you tell me what you are? I will make no attempt to bind you or disrupt you, in return for a tale."  Through her connection, she could feel her animal twin's curiosity as well. There were few things that could be the seer that had a true name.

[Aria]

[Saturday September 14th, 2075; Ruins of Graham, Puyallup, Seattle]

@Alicia (car 5):

Before the youthful seer, spirit, something else, can you reply you feel the spell lurking in the back of your mind trigger with new lifeforms coming rapidly from the north and more, spread out in a rough formation and moving at much more like walking pace approach the convoy from the east...

@All outside the train:

With Cutter's unexpected breaching of the side of the RV the ghouls have decided that this is not a healthy place to look for lunch, particularly as you rain destruction around them with sword, throwing stars, angry spirits and other mayhem...

The remaining clowns can just about be glimpsed inside the RV through the windows that no longer fit the deformed sides of the vehicle...

@Al:

Doing your best to ignore the bloated form beside you and steer with the aid of an impromptu lever stuck into the console where once the wheel would have been in an unrigged variant you are almost at the point of congratulating yourself when the turbulent air outside the crazed windshield is whipped into a frenzy...as if an illusion has been dropped, the road in front of you, or more precisely the air space immediately above it, is filled with the hornet like form of a heavily modified Aztechnology model LAV.  Your 'link's display shows the open ARO being projected into the air before you

<<HALT THE CONVOY>>

In case you missed the point some kind of rotary machine gun mounted near the chin of the beast chews up the ash and asphalt in front of your path... 

[adamu]

[Saturday September 14th, 2075; Ruins of Graham, Puyallup, Seattle]

Al's first thought was to roll a corpse onto his patched accelerator and bail. But he knew that, without steering, the land-train wouldn't get far before it ran off the road again, and then it'd be stopped just the same.

And once they were stopped, they were all in a world of pain and suffering.

Nope. If he could gamble with those poor kids' lives, he'd just have to do the same with his own. These child-murderers wanted a stationary target, and he sure as hell wasn't going to give it to them.

Pushing the gas all the way down, he squatted down in the gore below the dashboard and tried to pull Tyrone down on top of himself. The huge troll was too heavy, though, even without a head, and wouldn't budge. Plus Al's hands kept slipping on all the blood. That left Frank or the unconscious but still-breathing clown.

Well, the clown was wearing armor.

Draping the highjacker's body over his own, he was blind straight ahead but hoped his hand, the only thing above the dashboard, could keep the train on the road if he just kept the buildings - still visible out the side window - at a steady distance on his left.

Then he called on the voodoo gods for a bullet barrier and prayed to the man upstairs that that - plus the engine block, the clown, and two armor jackets - would stop a minigun barrage.

He reckoned he'd soon find out if anyone up there was listening.

[Csjarrat]

Morgan froze with indecision for a second, should he continue the attack and take the T-bird down or pay attention to why the fuck there was a T-bird with a fucking big gun spinning up there in the first place.
Opting for diplomacy, he rattled off a basic ARO in reply:
//WHY?//

[Scawire]

Spector spots the ghouls are retreating but that doesn’t stop him from letting another flying start of death find it’s way to the ghouls. You never know if you let them retreat they could regroup and attack someone else, if not today maybe when these skinny ghouls get hungry enouph someone else will be picked clean for food. Can’t just let that happen. With Spector’s hands free of silver death stars he quickly grabs a few more getting ready to size up another ghoul, when he hears someone makings demands.

With a helicopter waiting to unloose hot lead on the train, Spector is glad they approached from the rear of the train. Not 100% sure who’s on the right side Spector keeps to killing ghouls until he can find out a bit more about what is going on. Besides a shuriken ain’t doing much to that helicopter that is for sure.

[All4BigGuns]

With the lack of an answer from the clowns in the RV, Cutter says in a growl, "On your head it is then. You could have fled and lived." With that he recenters his aim on the most visible one and squeezes the trigger.

[Lusis]

With her augmented vision, Luz sees the mustached pilot's blackheads. The crosshairs of her Smartlink move from the bottom as she raises her Colt M23 taking aim at his exposed face as she gently squeezes the trigger.