Mission 5b - Come along with the Snork

WuJen thanks the guys helping him, and lays back to rest until some of the pain from his bruises and burns abates.

He tells the gangers "Give me time to rest up a bit, and Little Dragon and I can help out with some healing magic. Same goes for the Cobras, if I could trouble some of you to bring them together and make sure they are secure. After I finish up with you guys I'll see what I can do for them. Gonna be an hour or two before I can start though, we got that kind of time?"

Kin wraps the tracker in the bandage and puts it in his pocket. Hoping that this is the answer for the turrets, he walks from the trash heap to the kitchen area, in full view of one of the turrets, cautiously bracing for what might come and ready to dive out of the way if it does.

Sun takes King Cobra to where everyone is gathering, puts him down and searches him, emptying all his pockets and checking for hidden weapons or anything, the way he usually does during his bodyguard jobs.

"I'm sure. I hadn't wanted this, unavoidable as it seems. I don't care that they were robbing trucks, but I couldn't stand by while they murdered the drivers and anyone else in their way. I watched that bastard kill a man who was helpless, and from that day forward the Cobras were on borrowed time. I had truly hoped I could talk to them, maybe get them to change leadership. I know how that sounds."

WuJen sighs tiredly.

"Its hard out here. I won't believe they are all evil, canabalistic murderers. I'll bet most were looking to survive, and simply following a strong leader."

"I'm not a murderer. I won't kill these men, or have them die if I can prevent it. I can't regrow limbs, and I am sure a few are beyond my capability. They can hate me for it, but I won't do it for them, I do it for me. Once we are seen to I'll see to them as well. If they don't like living they have other options, and that's beyond my control... but they get a chance to find another way."

Kin breaths a sigh of relief knowing that he can traverse the camp without fear of the turrets attacking him. His goal is to locate, round up, and settle down the collection of urchins throughout the camp.

Sun quickly takes all possessions off of King Cobra, handing them to Mushiba for safekeeping.

"You guys can flap lips in long speeches all you want. Enjoy that! I'm gonna check a basement out. Seeya in a bit!"
With that, Sun makes his way back to King Cobra's bedroom, being careful to stay out of sight of the turrets.

Kin collects the ragamuffins and marches them into the kitchen, collecting one of Mushiba's men to come with him.

"Have a seat and listen up. We're not here to hurt you, if you behave.
If you don't stay still and quiet, my friend here is going to punch you.
If that doesn't work, I'm going to shoot you.
Are we clear? If you're hungry or thirsty, I will try to find something for you. In the meantime, I'm going to have a look around."

Kin starts going through the cupboards and cabinets for anything useful.

Looking for a solution, Sun considers taking fire from the bonfire outside and heating the water up enough to evaporate it. After his giggling about the basement letting off some steam dies out, he thinks it would not be such a great idea after all. It would turn Sun into Steamed Bun.

Being at the end of his already limited wits, he decides to just dive in and have a look around.

Kin
Kin finds a pantry with assorted foods, primarily of the cheap, junk variety. Chips, snack cakes, popcorn, etc. There is also a walkin freezer full of frozen meals, primarily pizza. There is no fresh food or groceries at all. Just stuff that you either pull out of a package and eat, or microwave briefly before eating. It doesn't look like anyone here does any actual cooking. Despite the constant rumors to the contrary, there is no evidence of cannibalism either. No meat, blood, bones, etc. At least none that weren't a direct result of the combat that just ended anyway.

Sun
Sun dives into the murky water. Between the silt and gods knows what else in the water, Sun is forced to close his eyes and feel his way around. He finds himself in what feels like a man-made tunnel that goes in two directions. He picks one of the two random directions and starts swimming, somewhat afraid of bumping his face on the way. Luckily that never happens, but after a while, he doesn't really feel an end in sight, so to speak. Of course, since he can't see, he could be hitting the end of the tunnel at any moment and not know it. It is equally possible that this tunnel goes far further than he is able to swim. The question is how far does he care to look.

Sun swims back, looking around for anything that could help him see underwater, or anything that he can use to smack some sort of goggles or such together.

Kin throws a couple of pizzas in the microwave, hands out a few bags of chips and tries to find something for the children to drink. Once he's satisfied that they have something to keep them busy, he leaves them in his associate's capable hands and walks over to search as many bikers as he can for anything of value before heading to King Cobra's building to search it.

Kin
The bikers are torn up, with not much in the way of useful gear to take. Each one has a battered, rusty gun of various types. They are functional and some even have ammo left, but one can guess they aren't as accurate as they once were, which is probably a reason why there are so many of you still alive despite being outnumbered and outgunned.

Sun
When Sun returns, he finds nothing obviously useful as far as seeing or breathing underwater would be concerned. He remembers that King had gills, so he likely just used those to traverse the tunnel. Not particularly helpful to Sun though. As he is looking around for a way through the water, the others see him walking around, soaking wet.

As Kin approaches King Cobra's housing to have a look around, he notices Sun dripping wet. He thinks about making a comment about letting off some steam, but decides to focus on anything of value in the lair of their opponent.

Kin
A search of the residence reveals board games, rpg books and little else of value. The buildings themselves have been cobbled together with scrap, and most of the stuff that anyone in the camp has has either been scavenged or put together with scavenged parts. The garage is filled with motorcycles that function and are rigger ready with weapons mounted, but even these are put together with scrap. An overall evaluation of the camp is that it is full of stuff that is technically useful, but economically worthless.

Kin looks around. Things seem to have wound down. He goes to see what aid he can provide to the injured and then finds a place to rest for a bit. There's a feeling of satisfaction that he could enjoy if he didn't hurt so much. Thanks to the uzi fire, his chest feels bruised and battered. Every breath hurts.

He checks in on WuJen and Cannis before finally locating a quiet spot to rest his eyes.

He relaxes, waiting for everyone else to wrap up whatever they're doing.

WuJen rests for two hours, waking mostly clear headed though still seriously injured. Healing first himself and then the rest of the injured gangers he leaves most everyone at least well on the road to recovery, if not fully ambulatory.

Once he finishes with that he attempts to summon a Spirit of Water to investigate the flooded tunnels, but something goes horribly wrong and he ends up with an almost crippling headache and no spirit for his effort. This ends his curiosity about the tunnel for the moment.

Sun figures the basement isn't going anywhere. The team can go hand over King Cobra and then come back with proper tools to handle the basement. He hands his commlink over to the nearest person, asking them to take a picture of the freshly molested King Cobra and send it over to the journalist. He also asks to call said journalist, so he can relate the story while on their way back, making sure not to mention anything incriminating or anything that would identify anyone besides King Cobra.

Having rested up, Kin feels better and goes in search of Sun. All he has to do is follow the wet footprints until he locates the diminutive ally, who is still obsessed with finding out what is below this encampment.

"Hey, Sun. Let's get King Cobra turned in and collect our payday before something else goes wrong. We can always come back and figure out how to get into the basement."

Sun hands Kin his commlink. "Right you are. Can you snap a pic of King Cobra? I kinda promised a reporter a report before the cops even know."

Kin shrugs, agrees, and gets a nice photo of King Cobra snarling at him.

"Let's get Big and Ugly where he needs to be."