Cy_Borg Session: Lucky Flight Takedown Warning: SPOILERS!, NSFW (sex/violence)
Location: The Cy. Slums on the Ports/Bigmosse border, near the waterfront.
Cast: Switch the Discharged Corp Killer, Yung Ruffian the Burned Hacker, Jinbu (“Bu”) the Shunned Nanomancer, Bushmaster the Renegade Cyberslasher
Content Warning: This session includes prostitution and “off-screen” sex. Portrayal of sex workers is as accepted but exploited class. A player (“Bu”) chose to be a bi-gender (femme presenting) “ladyboy”, and faced a degree of misogyny within the story.
Enter the crew of desperate lowlifes: a small gang of indebted street thugs in search of a way, any way, to stave off shattered kneecaps or worse from their debtors. Only one job has come knocking, and it’s not exactly going to pay the bills, but they’ve been promised a decommissioned and scrubbed police vehicle. Maybe it’ll come in handy for shaking down other unfortunates or they can trade it for drugs. You take what you can get.
The patron is Charlie Sand, an exhausted and tapped-out salaryman trying to do right by his neighborhood. They’re on their last legs over there, bled dry by gambling debts and “protection” charges from the local casino, the Lucky Flight. A neighborhood bodega owner named Batu tried to work something out, but hasn’t been seen since he visited the casino. The PCs’ mission is to clear the debt by wiping the casino’s server, and they’ll earn a bonus if they can bring Batu back alive. Anything they take is theirs to keep. 48-hour deadline before the neighborhood gets raided by the casino thugs.
The crew determined casing the joint was key. Guns blazing was probably not a good idea, and a little investigation showed that security is present and backup is on call if powergloves get thrown. Bu went in first, low-key, and checked the clientele. She had a history as a pickpocket and sex worker, and scoped the scene. Some of her acquaintances were working the crowd, but most of the gamblers didn’t seem high-class or wealthy. The whales were already taken. There was a crowd in to see a doompunk band blaring out cacophonous industrial sad-rage music. Checking in with a pair of cyborg twins who work the scene, they learned that employment was possible if she could get some facetime with a pitboss, but she’d have to wait.
Switch used a dronesuit to get airborne and look for a sniper nest and scoped out the floors above the casino, which takes up the 2 lowest floors of a re-fitted dilapidated apartment block, crowned by a welded together neon-marquee befitted mass of 3 crashed low-orbit craft. She found a suitable spot and saw that the higher floors were active, filled with squatters and drug dens, a million different tragic stories in a Cyberpunk version of Rear Window.
Yung Ruffian peeped the body-heat sensor security system by the main entrance through the sunglasses-he-wears-at-night and decided to hack it, but didn’t get anywhere. Bushmaster headed around back through the alley, noting the staff entrance and trash incinerator as he passed and found the flood wall of the pier. About 6 meters down, no ladder, was a floating pier and a bay door for bringing in supplies. He jumped down, soaking up the fall by sheer badassery and landing in a 3-point superhero pose. The bay door was heavily reinforced, but not so much that it could resist his filament zweihander if he put his back into it. A single camera observed it. Bushmaster collected some seaweed from the sludgy “water” of the bay, with the idea of tossing it on the camera, but to wait until they had decided on a point of entry.
Inside, Bu met with a pitboss. She was hired, if she would start at the bottom of the pyramid and tithe a percentage. He pointed her towards her “office” aka the Water Closet. He slapped a bracelet on her that read her biometrics, measuring if she was with a client and give her entry through the staff entrance, logging her presence in the casino. Yung Ruffian got excited and worked up a plan to clone the device for each of them, though they would register as 4 “Bu”’s if the security system did a scan. Bu took her bracelet and a customer for a ride in a stall, collecting a measly 9 credits, which were immediately taxed 10% by her new tech.
They were still undecided on how to enter. Switch wanted to isolate a pitboss and roll him to get whatever he had in terms of entry credentials. She was able to spot one heading up to the seventh floor with a bot for some playtime. The glass of the unit window auto-fogged, so Switch used the dronesuit to hover outside it. She made a failed quick hack attempt to flip the fog-switch, so she checked on the comms to get the go-ahead to break the glass with a full-auto barrage from her heavy machine gun. They gave the ok, so she opened up all the way, causing a rain of shattered glass diffracting the muzzle flash and blood spray in a kaleidoscopic display of both beauty and horror. The pitboss was hard at work on the bot, who had morphed into a metal sphere with all manner of orifice options and breast/dong/toy appendages. He went from balls-deep to wall-splattered in the matter of a few seconds. The gunfire and falling glass got some attention, but this is The Cy, baby. Nobody gives a shit when some other nobody gets pulped.
Switch (now appended “KillSwitch” based on her display of ultraviolence) hovered into the room, completely painted with blood, shrapnel and some type of drug powder that had mixed with the blood midair to form a gooey paste on the walls. She decided to fucking LICK it to test the product. A Toughness roll was made, and she failed. Turns out Mr. Pitboss had an STD. Whoopsie. The drug itself was Sunset Chalk, a downer which pacifies you for d10 minutes, unable to commit violence except in self-defense. FUCKING AWESOME, she thought. I’ll get some MORE and we’ll use it on the security guards! She decided to go deeper into the apartment complex, checking for a drug den, and found one with some dosed up Sunset junkies, and she grabbed about a cubic foot of the stuff from their safe.
The gang reconvened to enact some plans. Yung Ruffian cloned the bracelets, pulling an all-nighter and getting wired, suffering a -1 to his next 3 rolls because of exhaustion. The rest got some R&R before the heist went down. Yung Ruffian hacked a shitty copy of the building blueprints, discovering that the power supply exhaust vent was down near the pier bay door. That would be a point of entry, with Bushmaster and Yung Ruffian disabling the camera, plugging the exhaust, and removing the door. Switch and Bu would enter through the staff entrance, doing their best to be stealthy. The Sunset Chalk was weaponized into makeshift smokebombs, and they acquired some gas masks from some down-on-their-luck cleaners. All of this would go down between 7 and 10 Ante Meridiem, when the place closes for cleaning each day.
Go time came. They took their positions, and KillSwitch and Bu entered through the staff entrance, coming upon 2 repairmen working on a busted machine and a SecOp guard trying to play a glitchy Galaga machine. KillSwitch hid, while Bu tried to approach the guard with some sweet lovin’. Her Presence roll failed, badly, and he expressed both his asexuality and violent tendencies, brandishing his pistol and threatening to strike her with it if she didn’t BACK THE FUCK OFF. While she was at it, get him some tokens for the Galaga machine, b*tch. She crept backwards and checked in with the repair guys, who were also afraid of Mr. Asexual Offender over there and tossed her a few tokens to get him off her back. KillSwitch maintained her composure, resisting the urge to let loose again with the firebreather for the sake of the nice repairmen. Bu opened the door to the casino floor and KillSwitch snuck in behind her.
Meanwhile, Bushmaster and Yung Ruff brought down the door and entered into a hallway which led to a flickering holosign reading “Green Room- No Entry, Do Not Disturb Talent”. Sounds of intermittent yells could be heard, not unlike the doompunk vocals from the night before. The door wasn’t locked, and they entered at the ready. It wasn’t the doompunk band. It was Batu, getting tazed by a skeletal, chromed-out sadist, Security Chief Wattana. They won initiative, and Wattana’s head exploded. Yung Ruffian had an app up his sleeve to deal FOUR DEE TEN DAMAGE to a cy-enhanced target, surprising our relatively inexperienced Ref, but fuck it, sometimes it really do be like that. They untied Batu, but he was spasmed beyond self-motility and would have to be carried. Moving forward, the duo found the Security Office, but decided not to enter when they heard voices and circled back to a service lift. Riding it upward, they discovered it was a stage lift to bring the talent up to the performance stage. Unfortunately, Yung Ruffian had also pushed the light and sound check button on the lift. SecOps would be on their way in a bit.
Reconnecting, the crew headed for the VIP stairway to check the upper floor for the server. They came to the VIP balcony, empty except for a tweaked out guest searching couch cushions for more drugs. Bu got in close and gave him a puff to the face of the Sunset Chalk to calm him down from their entry. Unfortunately, Security were incoming. 2 airborne security swooped onto the balcony, and 2 more charged up the stairs.
The PCs lost initiative, and Bushmaster went down from a taser. KillSwitch didn’t but did get hit by a critical 9mm bullet, and was near death. Yung Ruffian got to find out what it felt like for HIS head to explode. It do, sometimes, be like that. Bu was pretending to be the guest’s friend, and didn’t get shot.
The PCs struck back, and Bu got 2 of the guards with some Chalk. KillSwitch obliterated one and hit another pretty good with her full auto fire, but ran out of ammo afterwards. Bushmaster did a pretty good number with the zweihander, but didn’t quite kill the target. On the SecOps turn, they hit back hard. KillSwitch got wasted, and Bushmaster was tazed again. There was no way out. Another gang of hard-luck lowlifes tried their best, but didn’t make it. That’s The Cy for ya.
Fade to black.
The patron is Charlie Sand, an exhausted and tapped-out salaryman trying to do right by his neighborhood. They’re on their last legs over there, bled dry by gambling debts and “protection” charges from the local casino, the Lucky Flight. A neighborhood bodega owner named Batu tried to work something out, but hasn’t been seen since he visited the casino. The PCs’ mission is to clear the debt by wiping the casino’s server, and they’ll earn a bonus if they can bring Batu back alive. Anything they take is theirs to keep. 48-hour deadline before the neighborhood gets raided by the casino thugs.
The crew determined casing the joint was key. Guns blazing was probably not a good idea, and a little investigation showed that security is present and backup is on call if powergloves get thrown. Bu went in first, low-key, and checked the clientele. She had a history as a pickpocket and sex worker, and scoped the scene. Some of her acquaintances were working the crowd, but most of the gamblers didn’t seem high-class or wealthy. The whales were already taken. There was a crowd in to see a doompunk band blaring out cacophonous industrial sad-rage music. Checking in with a pair of cyborg twins who work the scene, they learned that employment was possible if she could get some facetime with a pitboss, but she’d have to wait.
Yung Ruffian peeped the body-heat sensor security system by the main entrance through the sunglasses-he-wears-at-night and decided to hack it, but didn’t get anywhere. Bushmaster headed around back through the alley, noting the staff entrance and trash incinerator as he passed and found the flood wall of the pier. About 6 meters down, no ladder, was a floating pier and a bay door for bringing in supplies. He jumped down, soaking up the fall by sheer badassery and landing in a 3-point superhero pose. The bay door was heavily reinforced, but not so much that it could resist his filament zweihander if he put his back into it. A single camera observed it. Bushmaster collected some seaweed from the sludgy “water” of the bay, with the idea of tossing it on the camera, but to wait until they had decided on a point of entry.
Inside, Bu met with a pitboss. She was hired, if she would start at the bottom of the pyramid and tithe a percentage. He pointed her towards her “office” aka the Water Closet. He slapped a bracelet on her that read her biometrics, measuring if she was with a client and give her entry through the staff entrance, logging her presence in the casino. Yung Ruffian got excited and worked up a plan to clone the device for each of them, though they would register as 4 “Bu”’s if the security system did a scan. Bu took her bracelet and a customer for a ride in a stall, collecting a measly 9 credits, which were immediately taxed 10% by her new tech.
Switch (now appended “KillSwitch” based on her display of ultraviolence) hovered into the room, completely painted with blood, shrapnel and some type of drug powder that had mixed with the blood midair to form a gooey paste on the walls. She decided to fucking LICK it to test the product. A Toughness roll was made, and she failed. Turns out Mr. Pitboss had an STD. Whoopsie. The drug itself was Sunset Chalk, a downer which pacifies you for d10 minutes, unable to commit violence except in self-defense. FUCKING AWESOME, she thought. I’ll get some MORE and we’ll use it on the security guards! She decided to go deeper into the apartment complex, checking for a drug den, and found one with some dosed up Sunset junkies, and she grabbed about a cubic foot of the stuff from their safe.
Go time came. They took their positions, and KillSwitch and Bu entered through the staff entrance, coming upon 2 repairmen working on a busted machine and a SecOp guard trying to play a glitchy Galaga machine. KillSwitch hid, while Bu tried to approach the guard with some sweet lovin’. Her Presence roll failed, badly, and he expressed both his asexuality and violent tendencies, brandishing his pistol and threatening to strike her with it if she didn’t BACK THE FUCK OFF. While she was at it, get him some tokens for the Galaga machine, b*tch. She crept backwards and checked in with the repair guys, who were also afraid of Mr. Asexual Offender over there and tossed her a few tokens to get him off her back. KillSwitch maintained her composure, resisting the urge to let loose again with the firebreather for the sake of the nice repairmen. Bu opened the door to the casino floor and KillSwitch snuck in behind her.
Meanwhile, Bushmaster and Yung Ruff brought down the door and entered into a hallway which led to a flickering holosign reading “Green Room- No Entry, Do Not Disturb Talent”. Sounds of intermittent yells could be heard, not unlike the doompunk vocals from the night before. The door wasn’t locked, and they entered at the ready. It wasn’t the doompunk band. It was Batu, getting tazed by a skeletal, chromed-out sadist, Security Chief Wattana. They won initiative, and Wattana’s head exploded. Yung Ruffian had an app up his sleeve to deal FOUR DEE TEN DAMAGE to a cy-enhanced target, surprising our relatively inexperienced Ref, but fuck it, sometimes it really do be like that. They untied Batu, but he was spasmed beyond self-motility and would have to be carried. Moving forward, the duo found the Security Office, but decided not to enter when they heard voices and circled back to a service lift. Riding it upward, they discovered it was a stage lift to bring the talent up to the performance stage. Unfortunately, Yung Ruffian had also pushed the light and sound check button on the lift. SecOps would be on their way in a bit.
Reconnecting, the crew headed for the VIP stairway to check the upper floor for the server. They came to the VIP balcony, empty except for a tweaked out guest searching couch cushions for more drugs. Bu got in close and gave him a puff to the face of the Sunset Chalk to calm him down from their entry. Unfortunately, Security were incoming. 2 airborne security swooped onto the balcony, and 2 more charged up the stairs.
The PCs lost initiative, and Bushmaster went down from a taser. KillSwitch didn’t but did get hit by a critical 9mm bullet, and was near death. Yung Ruffian got to find out what it felt like for HIS head to explode. It do, sometimes, be like that. Bu was pretending to be the guest’s friend, and didn’t get shot.
Fade to black.
This was a fun read!
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