I too would be ok with this.
Hilarious.
In a continuation of that story, Medtech did very stupid shit.
*Start of the game*
Me: Okay, so we are retconning it so Fixer was in the bar at this point. What are you guys going to do?
Medtech: Can we tell anything about the mist?
Me: You don't have chemical analyzer cyberware so not really. All you see is green death mist, a burning ship, and stuff in the water.
Cop: We should leave
Rocker: Agreed
Medtech: Can I try to touch it?
Me:...You want to touch the death mist?
Medtech: Yes.
Me:...*going through the document on what happens if someone actually touches the shit* Okay, you can dip your hand in the horrifying water that is dyed green and looks like something from the hellscape of a Disney movie villain's lair.
Medtech: I'm doing that.
Me: Okay, roll me 1d6
Medtech: wait what?
Me: You just touched concentrated acid, roll me 1d6
Medtech: You mean a 1d10+
Me: No, 1d6. This stuff ignores armor
Medtech: *6*
Me: So, you see your bulletproof artificial skin melt off and the green stuff is starting to eat through your cybernetics.
Medtech: What the fuck?
Me: Be incredibly happy that you have Hydraulic Ram cyber arms, otherwise you'd quickly lose that arm. Now, you will keep getting 1d6 damage on that limb until you manage to clean it. I will allow there to be a medkit and lots of water on the boat.
Rocker: You can leave it, you'll get a nice scar.
Medtech: This is a cyberarm.
And so, Fixer and I facepalmed as the one person who has formal training in piloting boats had to focus on saving her cybernetic arm from melting off while a guy with no boating skill, and a guy with a chip did their best to sail.
Rocker got a crit, but the narrative got fucked up due to him constantly cutting out and having to reconnect.
Medtech: I guess we just go in our cars once we get here.
Me: Rocker doesn't have a car, you were dropped off while sloppy drunk, Fixer is driven everywhere, and I'm not entirely sure how Cop got here.
Medtech: Well, we can leave right.
Me: Right now you are running for your goddamn lives as the death mist follows you, and the sea is currently rife with dead fish and the pale partially melted bodies of anyone who was unfortunate enough to be swimming in there when the cloud got released.
Cop: Nope!
Medtech: Our best bet is to just run for our lives.
Me: The bar is right there, with Fixer in it.
After a good while of explaining to them that they are trying to run away from an ever encroaching cloud of death mist that has no sign of stopping, and the fact that the most any of them put into endurance is 2, they ended up in the bar and started doing their best to close and lock everything after telling the NPCs that there was death mist outside.
So, it was the four of them, their robot dog, the AI in Rocker's head, a waitress, a bouncer, a bartender, a drunk homeless man, another patron, a guy on the phone (Simon), and a borderline cyberpsycho
Fixer: What happened out there?
Medtech: That boat blew up and now there is green mist of doom everywhere.
This then led to a mess involving them arguing with each other along with the guy who had hired them, confusion due to Fixer not knowing everything from earlier (we tried our best to fill him in), and the group remembering that Medtech was recording what was happening.
So they got to review the tape and make awareness rolls. They all succeeded
Me: You can see canisters that seem to have come from the ship that are expelling the green mist
Medtech: So it was on the ship
Rocker: Oh so it's all fake?
Us:...
Fixer: Why didn't you defuse it?
Medtech: I would have if we had been on the boat.
A few more awareness rolls resulted in Fixer hearing one of the patrons on the phone mention the name Elizabeth and being told to "take care of it."
Fixer: So we should look into this Elizabeth person, she's probably in danger.
Me: *looks at module, it is anything but*
Next came a long discussion in which the group tried to get the AI in Rocker's head to tell them what the gas is. Well, kinda. Rocker is the only one that can directly communicate with it. Others need to be texted.
Me: You don't have any method to test what it is, and any system around that could do that would require he hack into a government database. He looks at you with glee, asking if that is what you want.
Rocker: No. Just tell us what it is, aren't you a super genius? You should be able to do this.
Me: He stares at you dully. "I was made by mad scientists specializing in cybernetics and electronics, not a fucking chemist."
Fixer: Shouldn't you be able to put it against a database?
Me: "My only search criteria would be green and corrosive. There are tons of different kinds of stuff that it could be, you humans make more ways to kill each other every day."
That and Fixer trying to figure out who Elizabeth is with only a name was enough time that the countermeasures to stop the spread of information took effect. Soon, only the Cop and Fixer could call people on their phones.
Cop: *Calls partner* I need help, why aren't you doing anything?
Me: "Dude, I am doing shit right now. The entire marina is covered in goddamn death gas and people are dying all over the place. Not to mention the riots in the rest of the city."
Cop: Ah fuck.
Fixer tried calling authorities, but they weren't answering. Cop managed to learn what kind of acid and what it could do over time from his partner. Including that the glass would eventually start to frost over and possibly break after a few hours.
Me: You hear your Employer Shark try to call someone and get the message that it is no longer in service. He crushes it, has the bartender crush it with a hammer, put it in a blender, and then down the disposal.
Rocker: Why'd he do that?
Me: He looks at you guys. "Whoever gave me that job fucking burned us, so I do not want anyone able to trace that phone. I do not want to wake up with a bunch of guys in black kidnapping me and selling me for organs."
Rocker: Oh
Fixer; Or you could give it to someone you don't like.
Me: "That too."
There was a bit of a mess afterwards as Fixer asked Cop to go to the guy who he had listened in on and ask for his phone.
Cop: I want your phone
Me: He looks at you up and down and says, "No."
Cop: You can't do that.
Me: "why not?"
Cop: Because I'm a cop
Me: "I don't think it works like that."
Cop: I'll make you.
Me: "I don't think that is legal."
Cop: I don't care, I'm a dirty cop.
Me: He just looks at you for a moment. "Thank you sir, I have cybereyes and audio, so now that is recorded."
Cop: Wait what?
Me: "Well you just admitted to being a criminal, and North California is not a state that requires two party authorization of recording for that to be put into evidence."
Cop: Oh, I didn't mean to say that.
there was thing a discussion about what he said and in-character vs out of character statements. Eventually we ruled that he had said that in character, and would need to remember that those kinds of things can cause problems.
They tried to have the AI do a netrun, but he noted that there are active attempts to prevent netrunners from doing stuff on the net, and even if he managed to do one thing, continued runs would increase the chance of them shutting him out.
once their phones stopped working they ended up threatening a drunk homeless person for his phone.
Me; He says he doesn't have one *rolls* and he actually doesn't
Fixer: Wait, maybe we can use radio
Me: Do any of you have radios?
Fixer: No but phones can be altered to work like them
Me: What is Medtech's electronics and basic tech?
Fixer: This is why actual Techies are good.
Medtech: I have 3, but my Tech is high.
Me: Roll
Medtech: *manages to succeed a DC 20 check*
Me: Okay, so who are you trying to contact?
Fixer: My Netsec friend
Me: Wouldn't that require her to be on the radio or have a method of contacting you on one>
Fixer:...Fuck
Me: How about you roll luck?
Fixer: 12
Me: You hear a child on the other end as you scan through frequencies.
Everyone; Shit
Me: "Hello, who are you?"
Fixer: I'm sorry, could you put your parents on?
Me: *rolls a d100 on the social status of the family they got into contact with, 91* Medtech, roll luck.
Medtech: Oh god no. *15*
Me: You hear your older brother's voice on the other end.
Medtech: NOOOOOOOOhohohoho.
Me: He sighs and asks "Medtech, I can see the burning ships and cloud of death killing off the people of the city from here. What did you do and who did you piss off?"
Medtech: It wasn't me.
Me: "Do you really expect me to do that."
Fixer: We were all miles and miles away.
Me: Roll me bullshit.
Fixer: I'm not lying, technically.
Me; you watched video evidence of your friends being mere feet away and Medtech dipping her hands inside of the sea of death by ground zero
Fixer: Medtech,. why did you have me watch that? *Fails Fasttalk*
Me: "So, it seems to me that you were either set up, or someone tried to kill you. And now the dregs of the city and anyone unlucky enough to be outside down there is dying horrible deaths."
Fixer: "Oh yeah, you are rich. You must be pretty high up."
Me: "I am a Trauma Team executive. It has its perks."
Fixer: "Could you send a helicopter to save us?"
Me: "If someone went to the trouble to create devastation on this scale, I doubt they wouldn't be in the middle of sending their own people to prevent rescue attempts. Additionally, the acid can cause problems for air vehicles. So no."
Fixer: "Could you send a tank?"
Me: He just laughs.
Fixer: "Medtech, why can't your brother help us more?"
Me: Medtech rolled Neutral on how her brother felt, and he already helped you this month and sent a trauma team squad into a situation where all of them died helping you.
Fixer: Point. Medtech, can you figure out if there is a way to prevent the glass from breaking?
Medtech: I have pharmacy not chemistry
Me: I will let you roll that at half bonus.
Medtech: *over 15*
Me; you are pretty sure you could make something with stuff from the supply closet.
Fixer: *gets people to let Medtech do that and work to help make the solution*
Things slowly got worse, with repeated news reports causing more panic, the knowledge that if they get found they will probably be pinned as the people who made the bombs, paranoia, arguments, debates on if it is best to just run and try to find somewhere else to hide, and more all got passed around. Also, a lot of the reporters on the air died. The Bartender gave Fixer a note telling him that the phone guy's name was Simon
Me: You hear the door rattle and them thumps and wheezes as someone with malfunctioning cyber limbs begs you guys to open the door.
Medtech: Why should we let you in.
Me: *rolls* I have booze.
Fixer; We are in the bar
Me; "Please, I'm dying."
Fixer; We're gangsters, we aren't exactly the people you go looking for help from.
Me: The guy with the phone groans and says "Please, all of you. Keep admitting to crimes in front of me."
Fixer: Are you threatening me?
Me: "No, but you people keep admitting to being criminals in front of me."
It turned out that Fixer didn't realize they were in the city proper, not the combat zone.
Fixer; "Wait, outside guy. How cybered are you?"
Me: "Very."
Fixer: "And you were out there how long?"
Me: "An hour, I have anti-toxin binders"
Fixer: "Maybe running would be a good idea?"
Me: Do any of you have anti poison or drug cyberware?
They don't. After a lot more of the guy outside begging and their refusal, I rolled, the guy was punching the door. Then I rolled on his stats, which the combat ones were excellent. Along with what kind of cyberarm he had.
Me: So, he does over 18 damage to the door, and it has only ten more points of health.
This resulted in a lot more panic as they tried to figure out how to make sure the door didn't break. Eventually resulting in Fixer having to open the door himself and take 6 points of damage.
Medtech: HEALING TIME *rolls over 30*
Me: Okay, fixer. You take the damage, but are no longer in pain, and won't be dying next turn.
Fixer: This is why I keep you Medtech.
Me: Also, the guy from outside does have booze on him.
Medtech: *over 30 on check* I heal him and take some of the booze.
More news came from the TV, in which the previously mentioned Elizabeth talked about how there were saboteurs brought onto the boat by a Petrochem employee who had engaged in corporate sabotage.
Medtech: You bastard *Throws self at Shark*
Me: Shark screams. "Do you think I work with a corp while having a fucking cyberjaw and biomods?" (While the original module doesn't have him be weird, I decided to make Shark look like King Shark from Arkham Asylum)
Me: The news report continues. "I don't feel that I need to hide his name given what happened, his name is Simon-"
Medtech: I throw myself at Simon
Me: *Rolls Simon's stats, laughs. He ended up with high reflex along with cyberware that increases that, and high level martial arts*
Medtech: Why is everyone OP
me: My random number generator apparently hates you guys. So he managed to dodge and screams. "It wasn't me. I didn't know. It must have been that bitch on the news. Why would I be here if I knew this would happen?"
Fixer: You're a Martyr
Me: "I'm a scapegoat like you"
Medtech: I try to punch him again
Me: Everyone roll initiative, the Cyberpsycho is going to try to shoot everyone.
Medtech: Oh no
Fixer: And he gets a bonus from combat sense doesn't he?
Me: Yes *Rolls* And he is going to blast wildly around the room.
Rocker and Fixer got shot but had enough armor to not get hurt, one of the employees got gut-shot and nearly died, and Simon's leg was blown clean off.
Me: Everyone is screaming.
Fixer: I'm going to move to make sure I don't shoot any of the windows, aim to shoot at his hands, and fire twice. *Takes penalties and succeeds. Does over 30 armor piercing damage to each*
Medtech: That is not a handgun
Me: We've got over how it is a hand cannon that could make Arnold Schwarzenneger in his prime break his wrist
Medtech: I know, but still.
Me: *rolls* Okay, so the cyberpsycho fails his death save, and he falls to the floor, bleeding out from the holes where his hands uses to be. Fixer, you get two armalight 44s. *rolls more* Simon succeeded his death save, and the other guy is still bleeding but not dead.
Medtech succeeded the rolls to stabilize them, and Fixer woke Simon up by stepping on his stump.
A short interrogation made it so they learned that Petrochem was shipping dangerous chemicals in with their cargo to maximize profit. Simon is unsure if Elizabeth knew about the bomb plot or not as he is usually sent to make sure the cargo arrives and he didn't know about what was going on. If it wasn't done by Elizabeth, it is likely that the perpetrators are a smaller company called DuPree that they were trying to buy out. Elizabeth might have been working for them, and even if she isn't they'll want him dead.
And even though there is a bounty on his head now, turning him in is likely to lead to Petrochem killing everybody else to make sure no one learns about the truth.
Fixer; So we need you alive.
Me: He will remind you that he has a brain and neural processor full of information about Petrochem.
Fixer: Definitely alive.
Then came a lot more arguing about how to escape, eventually resulting in them making streetwise checks.
Fixer: To get through the acid we'd probably need something like a tank.
Me: All of you remember that Cop is friends with a Militech executive. They buy, use, and sell tanks.
Everyone:...*Facepalm*
Me: So, how are you going to get into contact?
Fixer: Well my street deal *remembers the phone issue*
Then, everyone turned to cop and looked at the token for his robot dog.
Medtech: He doesn't have organic parts. How smart is he?
Me: His intelligence is 8. That is about the average intelligence of your group *Is higher than Rocker, even with Cop and Fixer*
Medtech: Oh.
Cop: Could he go find my friend.
Me: I assume he knows where his apartment is, and your friend would recognize him. So when he gets a call about a robot dog at the hotel or office building, he'd know to let him in.
Fixer: How would they know to come for us though.
Me: It is a robot dog. he has memory banks.
This led to a touching moment as Cop eventually relented in letting them use his dog to save themselves.
me: So, who is going to open the door?
Fixer: Not it.
No one wanted to do it.
Fixer: We could draw straws.
The hobo got two nat 1s
Medtech: We could give you alcohol if you do it.
Me: He runs and does it *gets 7 damage to the face*, as he opens the door a gust of acid sprays him all over the face and he falls to the ground screaming, but manages to close the door behind him.
As such, the hobo got cleaned by medtech and essentially got an IV drip of alcohol into his mouth for the rest of the time they were there. In the middle of that there was another heartwarming scene of the cyborg dog putting one paw up to the glass while Cop argued with Fixer about the risks, and the unnamed robohound went running out of view.
Medtech: Wait, how fast is the dog?
Me: His movement stat is 20
Medtech:...that is faster than the cyber ninja who kept speed blitzing us.
Me: To be fair, his reflex is lower than that guy, and the ninja could run on walls.
Medtech: Still, that is ridiculously fast.
Me: he also doesn't have those weak fleshy limitations that the rest of you have. *Rolls on if the dog will make it in time to help. he does*
Me: After another hour you hear an AV descend.
DuPree chemical sent goons in armor that used experimental force field technology to make a path to their AV wide enough for people to come through. The team decided that they'd let them have Simon if they agreed to take everyone else with them as well.
The goons agreed, and the firefight that normally would have happened from Petrochem trying to kill everyone got averted due to the dog.
Me: Okay, you see a Petrochem AV flying around.
Everyone: Fuck
Me: But there is also a Militech one exchanging gunfire with it.
Everyone: YES!
As such, through the power of friendship, guns, and Lassie the Robohound, Almost everyone in the bar ended up surviving.