Our last couple of sessions really drove the point home that my group, despite being mostly pink mohawk characters, are somehow playing black trenchcoat.
We got hired to hit a small shipping warehouse, where some goods had been misrouted.
The cocotaxi driving mage with the customized ballistic mask in the style of those fake led robot faces, prepped a spirit of man with accident and his own overcast ice sheet, so if the folks who were actually supposed to fix this mistake showed up, they’d have some truck troubles.
The combat biker, called in some gangers and had them create incident in the area to draw knight errant away.
The techno, well, he waited for his chance to shine.
The infiltrator, went in through a window, hooked a commlink into the network so the techno could properly compromise the security.
The techno compromised the drones, swapped their IFF, loaded them with data bombs, rerouted the packages, moved all the footage.
While this is happening, the runners who were hired by someone else showed up to pick up the same gear.
They parked at the front door, the orc sam walked up to it, and while he was buzzing to get in, his rigger was having some bad luck getting things ready. Suddenly he felt a little apprehensive. (Foreboding is a fun spell.)
And then the door swings open. He walks down the hallway, past the empty pickup desk, turns left, right into a pair of armed dobermens. They open fire, alerting all the guards in the facility.
He panics and runs back out the door, but it isn’t swinging open. Seems like something is blocking it. Eventually he gets enough hits to push the door through the physical barrier.
And out he goes, right onto the ice sheet, before coming to a halt and becoming very confused in the middle of the road. The guards give chase, only to get blasted by their own dobermens.
Meanwhile, the combat biker and the infiltrator have quietly picked up the package the slipped out the back door.
The decker is compelled to go help his friend, and while trying to snap him out of it, the biker gang races past them, going in the now open back door to do some looting.
The dobermens end up wandering down the road and getting into a spare van.
(First pass, might edit this when the rest of the team tells me I missed something.)
The run was very much a pink mohawk setup, but somehow, nobody knew anything by the end of it.
Hence, Midnight Mohawk, when you suit up in pink mohawk and still play it black.
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