Shadowrun
Shadowrun Play => Play-by-Post => Topic started by: cabo_setek on <01-08-12/1514:38>
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It's a hard thing, breaking into a new field of work. You'll spend countless hours paying your dues, making new friends, and doing all the jobs no one else wants. All in the hope that your break will arrive, and someone sends that job your way that solidifies your rep. Running is no different . . . well, it certainly involves more weapons than normal wage-slaving. So when you got a call from one of your friends saying there was a team being put together, you jumped at the chance. After all, this could be the job that makes you. But before the job even starts, you've got to meet with your potential new allies.
And that's why you're here now, at Laubenstein Plaza. Not that the wonderful, priceless pieces of art don't make it a nice reason to visit. However, the meeting place isn't in the Plaza itself. Too public, too bright, understand? The call you got told you to meet one floor under, at Laubenstein Lights. It's a popular nightspot: nice drinks and good music. But don't worry, chummer, you'll have plenty of time to meet and greet before the place gets crowded. It's only 2 in the afternoon after all. As you descend the steps, and enter the Lights, you're greeted by a mostly empty room, decorated heavily in a Neo-Deco style. There's the bar to the right, with an ork tending to it. Lined around the edges, against the walls are chairs and tables. It's not unusual to see a nightspot deserted during the day. The guy you're here to meet is called Wyrmtongue.
Sitting in a corner to the left of the room, nursing a drink, is the man you've come here for. At least, you hope he is. But let's not jump to conclusions, chummer. Be friendly, be professional, and you could be part of a team that will make a lot of nuyen. Aside from the gentleman in the corner, and the ork bartender, it seems you're the first to arrive. Let's try to make a good first impression, neh?
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3BB&FL0 walks up to the bartender and orders a whiskey waiting to see if other people who look like runners walk in.
Stuff happened making me able to play right away
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Sugoi arrives shortly after Ebb, looking like a new age samurai with a leather coat and katana, sheathes and eloquent looking with no guard on it...so it kind of looks like a curved cane. He goes up what he hopes is the man he is suppose to meet, for a badass he is quite humble so he comes over a bit timid, bows. "Wyrmtongue-sama?" he looks at the guy with his eyes lowered at the man nursing the drink. If it's wyrm he'll have a seat and order nothing.
I'll try to post again further tonight....if needed
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Wyrmtongue was indeed sitting in the corner, nursing that drink. It was odd, out here away from his people, how much of metahuman society revolved around getting drunk to some degree or another. He'd had some time to acclimate to life in the sprawl (if you could call it that), but the shadows were new to him. At least Lenora had been able to send him a list of names of local runners that might be able to help out with the gig she'd lined up for him.
He fingered the handle of one of the two Predators tucked under his coat. That was another strange situation in itself. He really did like this spell, he decided. As the samurai approached him, he nodded his head. "Hai. I am glad you could make it."
<OOC> Sustaining my Metahuman Form spell through my focus. Force 3. Choosing an Elf form, so that'd give me BODY 4, AGI 5, REA 4, STR 4.
Spellcasting: 10d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3321691/)
Resist 2 Drain: 12d6.hits(5)=5 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3321693/)
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Father Fury walks into Laubenstein Lights and casts a look around. He's wearing an armor jacket, and a huge revolver in a holster hanging on his pants, along with a small gold crucifix dangling on his chest. Spotting the samurai and elf in the corner, he figures the only ones around are the other runners he's meeting for the gig. He'd hoped that one or more of his acquaintances from the fighting circuit would be with him on his first job, but he was willing to take what he could get.
"The name's Fury. I think I'm supposed to meet a Mr. Wyrmtongue here. One of you him?"
APDS ammo in my revolver, in case it comes up.
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Wyrmtongue nodded to Fury. "That would be me. New to the shadows, and a friend called about some paying work. She also had a list of names of local talent who might be able to help with that work. Have a seat, please."
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Kris gets the message about work and decides to dress herself in Urban attire, considering the meeting point. She loads up her SIN on her dummy-com, hides her working commlink in her jacket pocket, holsters her Ares Crusader then ships out.
Kris comes about 5 minutes late, but noticing there are still only runners sitting around she lets out a sight of relief. Joining the existing crew, she speaks, "I'm looking for a Mr.Wyrm? Is this the right party?"
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Hawk walks into Laubenstein Lights dressed in simple attire. Noticing the small group in the corner he makes his way over to them. He walks slowly, each step rising and falling with studied deliberation. Along the way he lets his eyes take in the group.
"I take it I'm in the right spot? I'm Hawk."
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The door opens. It appears there is no one there until what looks like a black house cat slips in though the open door. It does a quick scan looking for AR labels and spots Kris.
@kris
He sends an AR text saying: Are you Wyrmtounge? I heard you were looking for a rigger.
Its open so anyone with active AR can see it
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Entering Laubenstein, Predator is dressed in corporate chic wearing a Zoe business suit. Taking notice of those gathered in the corner, she moves to the bar and takes a seat, ordering a drink via AR as she does so, and keeps watch on those assembled for some clue as to whom the contact is.
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The cat wasn't real, he could see that much from the astral without trying, which helped with the urge to snap it up. "As I said, I am Wyrmtongue. A friend of mine has work to do, and I needed some muscle and associated skills to complement my own. If we are all here now, I've already contacted my friend, who should be sending word to Mr. Johnson as we speak. I thought it would be best for us all to meet ahead of time, to get an idea of team strengths and weaknesses. If you would each be so kind as to give a name and a basic description of what your abilities are, that should make things go easier once we move into the meet proper." There's a pause, as though he was waiting for someone else to speak up, and then he said, "Very well, I'll begin. I am Wyrmtongue, as you know. I am what you might call a face. I have a little shamanic magic to help, but it is not well suited for combat, I'm afraid."
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Kris is an obvious elf female, dressed in torn but form fitting black and white urban attire, cloth overlapping each other to make a contemporary pattern; she has a set of headphones around her neck. She has ear length blonde hair and blue eyes, she looks very young, but with the slight extra elven height it's hard to be sure.
Kris decided to speak up next, "Kris, hacker primary, gunner secondary. I'm also a decent infiltrator if you need those occasional direct link hacking. Don't know about weaknesses, guess you could say I'm not much of a talker.". Kris then pulls her datajack from the back of her left ear and hooks it up to her business commlink.
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The cat text in public AR:
Im Nekoyasha I do rigging and can mod vehicle and weapons.
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Listening as the others give their aliases and specialties, Predator subtly eyes each one in turn as they do so before pushing back her now-empty drink and approaching the assemblage, taking a seat and saying. "Call me Predator. I'm mainly good if things get hairy enough to need to fight our way out, but I know a bit that I could give the computer specialists some assistance."
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3BB&FL0 walks to the table and introduces himself. Hey you lookin for runners?
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"My name is Ich...Sugoi...Sugo Yatsu and this does my talking." *the katana in its scabbard is brought out from under the table placed on top for a few moments and than brought back under.
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Eyeing the katana while it is in view, Predator looks to Sugo and says, "Ancestral blade, or modern composite?"
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While the feather goes round and introductions are made, Wyrmtongue receives a text on his commlink, and brings it up in AR.
"Hey Stud. The meeting is set up. When you're done with the meet and greet, head over to Infinity, that nightclub in the Seattle Center. The Johnson will be waiting. When you get there, tell the elf bartender that you're with the Johnson party. She'll show you where to go. - Lenora"
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Looks over at Pred and nods, "Hai! Passed down in my family for generations." Ichi says with pride.
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Giving a slight nod with a bit of a smile, Predator says, "Very good. The newer made blades just don't seem to have the same...soul as an ancestral blade."
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Wyrmtongue blinked (so many fascinating possibilities with this spell!) as an AR window popped up, and looked to the others. "Well, it would seem that Mr. Johnson is ready to meet now. How is everyone on transport? The meeting is at Infinity. Lovely club, I was there just last night. I've got a ride waiting, but I am afraid it can't fit all of you."
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Nekoyashya sends a text restricted to group
Can somebody give me a ride there? This drone is not very fast. :(
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"I walked here," Fury says. "I didn't realize we were going somewhere else. I could use a ride too."
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"I've got a cab waiting that will hold four, plus the drone if someone holds it. Though if you are going to be part of this, I hope you have more... substantial drones to offer?"
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3BB&FL0 I got a cab here but uhhhh yea mind if I ride with you Wyrmtounge? By the way I don't know if everyones explained what they do but I use this**points to his gun**and I hack well, very well
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He slides out of the table, sword & scabbard tucked through his belt. "Mine unfortunately seats one. I will see you at this...Infinity." He bows and goes on his merry way. He gets to his cherry red monobike with two white elongated fins pointing diagonally up about a foot long form the bike with a grey ghost flamed fireball starting from the front that encircles the headlight and streaks onward to the back. He slides his goggles on and peels out a bit and drives off, pulling up the address of Infinity up in the AR display, taking the shortest route possible. His back seat was very very tiny due to it being a monobike and the fins.
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Nekoyasha replies in a text:
I thought I would see what the Johnson's needs were and go from there.
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Predator turns her attenting back to Wyrmtongue as he speaks saying after he's finished, "I'm good on transport myself. I think I can manage giving a couple people a ride to...Infinity, was it?"
At that she gets up and makes her way to the door saying "I'll wait a few minutes before leaving here, but I won't wait out there long." Turning, she steps out the door and makes her way over to her Rover 2068 and climbs in to wait for whoever wants to ride with her.
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Wyrmtongue nodded to 3BB and Fury, and said, "That makes three in my vehicle, then. ThreeBeeBee, could you pick up the drone. You two should get along well, yes?" Looking to Kris and Hawk, he said, "Well, one of you can come with me, and the other can go with Predator, unless you have your own ride. Let's get going, then. Don't want to keep Mr. Johnson waiting."
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3BB grunts right on
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Kris makes a quick browse of the matrix as she long onto the Infinity public node. Copying the address down and sending the address to her linked Thundercloud Morgan, and sending a command to the pilot to pick her up out front, she was ready to go in less than a minute. she replied to Wyrmtongue, "Thanks, but I've got my own ride. Can only fit myself and one in the back, but it's not very comfortable. Sorry boys."
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After waiting a few minutes and no one arriving to take her up on the offer of a ride, Predator shrugs and hits the ignition switch, starting up the Rover's engine and takes off to head towards the Infinity.
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I think everyone has either gotten a ride or is already on the way there, so I'll continue. By the way Mirikon, 3BB is pronounced as Ebb. If that was intentional, than sorry, cuz it was funny. Just wanted to make sure everyone knew how to pronounce it.
After a short 20 minute drive, and another 10 minute wait for everyone to gather together again, you towards the front door of Infinity. Infinity is one of the current novahot nightspots on the Seattle scene. Before you even schmooze past the formidable pair of troll bouncers at the door, you can hear and feel the pounding beats of the latest club hits. Once you’re inside, the bassline thrums through the walls and floor like a giant subsonic heartbeat, making it difficult even to breathe out of time with the music. All around, people dressed in the latest clubwear fashions writhe and gyrate on the dancefloor, with holographic images skittering over and above the moving display and adding to the sensory overload. When you subscribe your PAN to the club’s network, things get even more chaotic; Dozens of messages and signs flash across your vision, everything from mundane AROs, like directions to the restrooms and a list of the bar specials, to private messages from clubbers who want to get to know you better and even offers to share their BTL's. Adjusting your commlink’s settings to filter out unwanted information, you’re glad that you and your team can use your links to communicate, since you sure aren’t going to hear anything audibly over the music. You spot the elf bartender your fixer mentioned immediately— she’s the only woman back there, and she’s a beauty.
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Wyrmtongue was literally in heaven. So many lovely morsels, offering themselves and their toys freely. And those BTLs they offered! He'd tried some of them before, and they were wonderful! But, sadly, he didn't have time to indulge himself right now. They had to get to the meet. Still, he sent a couple ladies a response, saying that he was working now, but would gladly meet them for drinks some other time.
Moving up to the female elf, Wyrmtongue nodded. "Ms. Johnson, I presume?"
<OOC> Resist temptation - WILL+CHA(3): 10d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3322968/)
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The bartender looks Wyrmtongue up and down. "Johnson? Sorry, don't know anyone by that name. Names Sarissa. Of course, I do vaguely remember someone with that name coming in earlier. I can't seem to recall very well. I wish there was something that could jog my memory." She smiles at him, and blinks coyly.
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Ah the club scene, and the music! Kris saved the address into her commlink for later. Noticing the AR messages for BTL's she thought for a moment, "Ah... I've got plenty of hacked ones at home. And I'm on business.". She rejoined the rest as Wyrm attempted contact with the bartender.
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Fury does his best to keep his eyes locked on Sarissa's face, making a point of turning his back to the provocative dress and sensual dancing of the revelers on the dance floor. He chose to instead scan for any signs of trouble while the talkers did their talking.
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Wyrmtongue leaned in to whisper something in the woman's ear, a broad grin across his face.
"My dear, there is plenty I could do to jog your memory. I do need to see Mr. Johnson now, but perhaps when I'm done, I could show you a few things you've never seen before. I guarantee I can do things with my tongue you've never experienced."
Con (Seduction): 20d6.hits(5)=7 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3323046/)
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As Wyrmtongue leans back out, he can see, even under the constantly shifting lights of the club, that the elf is blushing. She takes a few deep breaths and stumbles on her words a bit before composing herself. "Oh, you're with that Johnson. Why didn't ya say so." As she says this, directions appear in your AR, along with codes to the door. The directions given lead up to the second floor. "Your party is in the Blue Room. And, uhm, come back soon." She winks at Wyrmtongue
Charisma 6 + Negotiation 3 :9d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3323056/)
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Wyrmtongue gave the elf a kiss on the cheek (and a pinch on the rear) as he exchanged contact info with her, before motioning to the others to follow. Following the AR directions, he leads the way to the second floor, and inputs the codes to get into the Blue Room. This really must be important, if the Johnson sprang for Blue. He didn't know what the costs were, but he knew the rooms were arranged on a ROYGBIV scale, with Violet being the most secure and, presumably, most expensive of the lot. There were rumors of an Ultraviolet room, of course, but no one he'd met had been in it.
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While Wyrmtongue is chatting up the bartender for the directions to where the Johnson was waiting, Predator leaned against the bar--having taken a few moments to change into more appropriate attire for the nightclub in the back of her Rover before coming in--and watched the club's patrons as they went about their revels and shaking her head at the BTL offers. She'd never been one to mess around with those, and didn't quite understand the draw of frying--sometimes literally--your brain cells for a short term fix.
As the Face/Shaman turns to make his way to where the bartender told him the Johnson was waiting, she takes a quick glance around before following him to the meeting room.
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Hawk glances around the nightclub and slowly shakes his head. Such distractions....
He follows the group into the meeting room, moving quietly.
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3BB&FL0 freaks out he has no idea whats real or not due to the AROs the resonance their really disturbs him. He is outwardly offended oddly enough. He then meanders up to the blue room after sending this message to wyrmtounge nice move man
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Your group stops in front of the Blue Room entrance, waiting as Wyrmtongue inputs the code. The door opens, and you file in one by one, and the last of you closes the door on the way in. The first thing you notice is how . . . blue the room is. They weren't kidding when they called it the Blue Room. And the second thing, amazingly, is how quiet it's suddenly become. The thumping rhythms and pounding that filled your senses not a moment earlier has been reduced to less than a whisper.
In the room itself is a genuine wooden table and several chairs. It looks like a conference room. And sitting on the other side of the table, sipping a drink, is Mr. Johnson. He's a medium-sized troll, wearing a purple and chartreuse suit that, while sounding like a horrid mix, manages to look somewhat tasteful. As he offers you a seat, he taps his commlink, activating a White-Noise Generator that is sitting on the table.
"Welcome," He says, smiling. "Please, have a seat. I'm Mr. Johnson and I trust you're the group Lenora said was coming? Can I get you anything?"
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Wyrmtongue nodded to the Johnson, and said, "Thank you, Mister Johnson." He ordered a drink, before sitting down in one of the chairs. Crossing his legs as he leaned back, Wyrmtongue waited for the rest of the group to seat themselves, and then said, "What can we do for you today, Mr. Johnson?"
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Predator moves to take a seat after also ordering a drink and giving a polite nod of respect toward the Johnson. She sits quietly, content at the moment to let Wyrmtongue do the talking as this is more his specialty than hers.
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3BB sits at the table. Can I get a scotch? he says to the waitress or whoevers giving out drinks
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Ichi arrived before everyone, and parked his bike to the side, very close to the entrance. He straddles over the bike, with his feet firmly planted. Looks around in front of him, lefts off the bike, sits on the bike backwards and looks around form behind him, the club scene was not his thing, and was sure he'd be filled into whatever the job was.
Test (9d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3323477/) 2 Hits, going through low-light and thermo.
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Nekoyasha jumps up on the table and curls his tail around his toes
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Mr. Johnson looks over the group, including the robotic cat now sitting on the table. "Let's get down to business then.
“Someone has stolen an object from the people I represent. We would like to get it back quickly, as we have reason to believe that this person is trying to sell it. What you’re looking for is some music-related data that’s important to my employer’s business. I don’t know who stole it—my employer’s home was broken into a couple of days ago, and the disk was taken along with some other items in which we have no particular interest. Your best bet is probably to keep your ears open to whatever channels you think might be appropriate—if the thief is going to sell it, word will have to get out that it’s available. The object storing the data is an old-style optical disk. We want both disk and data returned, in the eventuality that the one no longer resides on the other. In case it’s not clear, my employers don’t want the disk’s data getting into the hands of anyone but themselves, so if the data gets out, we expect you to track down and eliminate any copies.
He pauses. "Any questions so far?"
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3BB shakes his head
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Leaning forward slightly as the Johnson begins to explain the job, Predator listens to the man's speech.
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While leaving the talking to the others, Kris starts sniffing for wireless traffic off the Johnson, to make sure no data is being transmitted while the meet was going down. White noise generators were all and good, but it did nothing for video recordings.
Sniffing for wireless traffic 7d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3323706/)
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Wyrmtongue considered this. An old-style data disk? Were there even any readers left that could read the thing? Still, it had to be something important. Shaking his head, Wyrmtongue said, "So far, no questions. Do you have any further intel for us?"
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Fury nodded thoughtfully. "What kind of people would be interested in this data?"
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Kris' search for any signals coming from the Johnson come up nil. Aside from his earlier use of his commlink to activate the generator, traffic from the troll is next to nothing.
@Wyrmtongue and Fury
"The only other thing I know that can help you is what I was told myself. My client has said that there are some old music files on the disk that mean a lot to my employer. 'Immense personal and sentimental value' were the words they used. I'd suggest tapping into any contacts you may have that work in the Music or Entertainment industries."
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Predator quirks an eyebrow slightly, thinking to herself why someone would go to this much trouble just for an old datadisk that just has some old music on it. Granted, it wasn't the strangest job she'd run across, but it still seemed damned odd.
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3BB messages Wyrm got any contacts in entertainment?
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Sugoi was still outside by his bike, playing watchout for the group, looking around for anything that might warrant danger to his new teammates while they were in the meeting.
((2 Hits in Visual Perception, never told me what i saw in my previous post.))
(NP :-) ))
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Sorry, vinn. I'll do that right now.
Outside, Sugoi plays lookout, and doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. On the other hand, he is getting some looks his way, from both the bouncers at the door, and some of the more adventurous patrons of Infinity.
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Sugoi projects confidence but tries to shrug off the wierd looks, he's been kind of use to it being an ork and all, growing up. Ichi has always loved the Americas' freedom of expression that had been the land's mark for decades, but he has notices even expressing ones self always comes under scrutiny no matter who or what. He lifts his goggles up to rest on top of his head and continues being the watchful eye.
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Wyrmtongue considers this, and then says, "Very well. Provisionally, we accept, provided we can come to an appropriate number on renumeration. What is your client offering for the return of his missing data?"
To 3BB, he sent a simple message, Depends on how you define entertainment. I have a BTL dealer and a stripper on call, and a fixer with ties to the Rings.
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3BB messages back You think any of em can get high up enough to get us info?
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The troll leans forward on the desk, bringing his hands together, one on top of the other.
"Good, good. However, before we talk compensation, there is a second part to this job. Once you’ve located the disk, the second part of the job is to track down the person who’s offering it for sale—probably not the same person who’s offering the information, since the thief will probably be working through intermediaries—and get the disk back. You can do this in whatever way you see fit: if you can get it back by making an offer for it, my employers can cover the arrangement and take care of getting my money back later. If you’d prefer something a little more larcenous, that’s fine too. Just do it as quickly as possible and make sure the disk is not harmed."
"Now, if you can do this, I'm authorized to offer your team 10,000¥, half up front, half on delivery. Do we have a deal?"
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Hawk leans back in his chair.
10,000 for sentimental music? Sounds like there is more to this than meets the eye. But, a job is a job...
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Predator idly runs her hand through her hair as she leans back, thinking to herself--ten thousand, quite a bit just for a music disk, but we've got a lot of people on this team.
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Kris whispers to the team, "Sounds like a lot of work for only 1k per person. No picture, no leads, no information. Just a 'get the disk' and done. We may be watching the black market channels for weeks. Personally, I can get more money hacking cred out of vending machines with that kind of time."
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3BB to Kris Although I have ways of finding info on the trix, I'll explain to the team later in private
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Fury whispers back: "If we wanna break into the business, we've gotta start somewhere, right?"
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3BB Furys got a point
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Wyrmtongue shook his head, ignoring the others as he concentrated his attention on the Johnson. "No, no, no. That simply will not do at all. Tracking the original and retrieving it is going to be an expensive proposition with the scant intel your employers have given us. Wanting it done quickly also forces us to spend more of our own resources to acquire the information. Tracking the disk to the point of sale will be difficult, as well. No, ten thousand is simply too little. I believe twenty would be a much fairer price for everyone."
<OOC> 5 hits on negotiation
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Mr. Johnson looked Wyrmtongue in the eyes, trying to stare him down, but to no avail. He sighed, "All right, I understand. 10 split between all of you isn't much of a reward. I'll go as high as 24k, consider it an act of good will in the hopes of further partnership. However, I stand by the 5k upfront. The rest you'll get on completion, agreed?"
Charisma 4 + Negotiation 5 - 9d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3325296/)
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Wyrmtongue nodded his head, and said, "I believe we can do business, then, Mister Johnson. Transfer the cred, and we'll start looking for your missing disk."
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So, the meet went pretty well, didn't it, chummer? 5k upfront, and the promise of 19 more on a job well done. Now your first step is finding out who’s selling this hot disk. Since the odds are pretty good he’s not going to offer to sell it to you, that means you should probably be looking for somebody he did offer it to. Time to put the word out on the street—but discreetly, or everybody and their dog will start thinking something’s up and start looking for the disk. If it gets sold before you get your mitts on it, Johnson’s going to be very unhappy. Time to start making some calls, but first of all, where to now?
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As everyone filters out of the meeting room, Predator turns and says, as the door closes behind them, "Well, team. Looks like we've got our work cut out for us on this one. I'll be calling a couple people in the morning. For now though, it probably wouldn't hurt any of us to spend a couple hours in here. Who knows when the next chance we'll have will be."
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Wyrmtongue looked to the others, and said, "I will make some calls, and see if any of my contacts have heard of this theft. But first, I have some 'business' to take care of." He chuckled, and turned away from the group, looking for the bartender from earlier. He did have other business to take care of, afterall...
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Kris replies, "Well guys, we can all exchange commcodes. I'm going to jump on some data searches myself, I'll tell you guys what I found if it's noteworthy enough." Once gathering the teams commcodes, she hops back on her ATV back home. Once home she begins work immediately.
Searching the entire matrix extended test: First Hour searching for sale of data disks, or people looking to buy, 7d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3325459/)
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Nekoyasha gives out his com code to all the team members, even the strange one outside. He also sends a request for their codes in return. hmmm... a cd is pretty retro teck. I wonder if any one has bought any burners lately?
I want to search shipping manifests of fed ex like companys to see if any one bought a cd burrner or blank disk. Im fairly new to hacking so what skill/programs do i use?
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3BB asks the team Can I stay with anyone while I get my intel? I'll be calling a friend to do research as I do mine
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Predator transmits her comm "number" to the rest of the team--as in the case of Nekoyasha, including the one who remained outside--and walks back into the main area of the club.
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Wyrmtongue transmits his commcode to the rest, just before slipping into the bathroom with the bartender he'd been flirting with earler.
Thirty minutes later...
Wyrmtongue slips out of the bathroom, with the bartender looking very disheveled coming out behind him. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, a promise to call her again, and slap on the rear, before slipping off into the crowd again. As he made his way to the exit, he called his fixer. If someone was talking a sale of something old media, then Lenora was his best bet to have heard about it.
Hey Lenora! Turn off my video! Job's going well so far. Need to know if you've heard anything about someone offering a sale of some real old tech. CD, couldn't be read by any modern tech.
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Forgot that I got rid of my Technomancer contact3BB compiles a sprite Sleuth sprite specifically. Rating five
Compile (5) + Resonance (6) Hits (5) thats how many I got I don't know what I need for it and now I gotta resist fade right? Resonance is 6 and int is 5 hits are 3. how much damage am I taking?
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After finding herself an empty table, Predator pulls out her comm and makes a call figuring that while she's taking the rest of this night to get a last bit of entertainment out of the way before getting down to business, she may as well go all out.
Using subvocal to reduce the chance of eavesdropping and running any response directly through the sound link in her ear implants: "Hey Tesoki, I'm at the Infinity. I'll be there for a few more hours if you have time to join me.
After the call, she goes ahead and sends a message to her fixer to try and get him started in finding out anything about the disk, thinking that with so little intel on the matter, it could take him a while to get the information.
OOC: Didn't put the fixer's name in there because it's been so long, I forgot the name I sent to you for him, and I forgot to write it down.
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Sugoi get's the abridged version of the job and sighs, "Vague info...what's with these people." he says to himself in reference to the Johnsons. "I'll stay guard if anyone is using the club. The loud noise they call music and the crowd of people, still getting over...what my buddy say.....hermit syndrome?" He shrugs.
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@Pyromaster13 - Your first hour of searching fails to turn up anything useful.
@arknok
I'm not an expert on hacking, but I think the appropriate rolls are Data Search + Browse, as an Extended Test. And since it's information from a private company, I'd set the threshold at 10 hits, in 9 hours, per hour.
@theKernel
To determine Fading when Compiling, the Fading DV is twice the hits(total, not net) generated by the sprite during the opposed test. The number of hits is the sprites rating, so 10. Your resonance is 6, so the DV you face is 4S. You scored 3 hits on the Resist test, so you take 1 hit on the Stun Track
@All4BigGuns
The Fixer's name is Thomas Kreth, an elven geneticist
@Mirikon
"How did you know I was watching your trid? A CD? Man, that's some ancient tech. Shouldn't be too hard finding intel on that. I'll send you a message or something in the morning if I've found anything. - Lenora
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Because you were drooling while you watched us record it. You know you love me. Can't wait to hear from you, with good news.
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Ok sweet! and now what do I do to make my sprite search for the disk? Hes looking for underground sales of cds
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@theKernel
Data Search + Browse.
@everyone
Guys, this is what we have an OOC thread for. Let's not clutter up the play thread.
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Kris continues at her search throughout the next 3 hours, trying to find all the information she can, finally going to sleep once she's tired/done of searching.
Hour 2:6d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3326128/)
Hour 3:5d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3326130/)
Hour 4:4d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3326133/)
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Could you find anything involving CD sales on the blackmarket?
Sleuth's rolls
Datasearch skill is five browse is five hits are five
Also if you find someone use your cookie power to track em
so I guess thats two of five tasks
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ok so electronics group 4 +browse 3 + neo-cortical nanoware +3(augmentation 109)
oh running armor 6, Stealth 6, and biofeedback 6 just in case
if i read your post right its one hour interval max 9 tries
hour 1: 10d6 1,1,2,2,2,3,3,4,5,5 two hits
hour 2: 9d6 1,2,2,2,5,6,6,6,6 Five hits
hour 3: 8d6 1,1,2,5,5,5,6.6 five hits
so it looks like it takes 3 hours what do i get :)
After surffing the matrix I remember his niffty nano will start to degrade with out a hive implant. mabey the other netrunners will know a fixer who could hook me up.
@kris and Predator
sends a text do you know a dealer in nanohive implants. I am in urgent need. I would also need installation. anything would help
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@Arknok
After a few hours spent searching and sleuthing the 'Trix, you managed to find the lead you needed. Several emails were sent out to names in the music industry, each email saying the same; that "some lost tracks from a legendary dead rocker" had become available for sale. Those who responded had received a follow-up naming the dead rocker: JetBlack. Luckily, you've managed to trace one of them to Nabo.
You’ve heard of Nabo. Everybody’s heard of Nabo, unless they live under a rock. The whole Orxploitation movement has settled down somewhat in the last five or six years from its former white-hot glory, but that doesn’t mean it’s going away anytime soon. Every few months the music-sim companies find somebody new to promote, propel up to the pop charts, and exploit until they can find a new cash cow. These days, Nabo’s their golden boy. Anybody who pays attention to popular music knows his story: he’s an ork ganger kid from the Seattle Barrens who loves music more than he loves firefights and selling BTLs. He makes a name for himself performing in small local clubs, gets noticed by somebody big time, and the next thing he knows he’s rocketing up the charts and livin’ la vida loca. Must be nice.
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While she sits in the club, having drinks with Tesoki, Predator receives the message asking about nanohive implants, and after excusing herself for just a moment she sends a message back in text format: "I'm not sure if he does anything with nanotech, but I do know a doc I can put you in contact with. Going ahead and seeing if he can hook you up with one might work, but you might want to wait until after this job to actually get it implanted. You'd probably be down a while."
Before putting her comm away, she checks for any messages from Thomas to see if he'd found anything on the matter of the disks.
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Hawk exchanges codes with the rest of the time, and head outs of the club.
Not exactly Slate's area... but he's been known to come up with things before...
Hawk puts in a call to Slate: "It's Hawk, I'm looking for something that may have popped up on the black market recently. A CD. It probably would have involved the music biz. Think you can help me out?"
Hawk walks up to Sugoi outside the club: "Uneasy?"
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Send the results of the search to the team in a text.
going to inquire with the street doc Predator gave asking about nanohives
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3BB's sprite uses traceroute not cookie for ari (I misunderstood which i which) Dice pool is 10 rating(5) + track(5) Hits against threshold (whatever cabo sets) are 3
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He looks over at Hawk with his eyes slightly raised, "Hai." he nods, "I guess i am still getting use to city life? I don't think I'll get use to crowds and loud thumping noises." he chuckles slightly and than sighs, goes on to keep on eye on the new entries.
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After a few hours of having drinks with Tesoki after the meet, he and Predator come out of the club, heading toward her Rover. If Sugoi is still outside, she briefly glances in his direction and gives him a slight nod before continuing on to her vehicle while sending him a message using subvocals: "This time I think it may have been overlooked, but you should make it a point to actually be in any future meetings. Just a friendly piece of advice."
Once she and Tesoki are in the Rover, she starts it up and pulls out to head home.
After she reaches her apartment will pretty much be a "fade to black" moment. The next morning, she'll give Thomas a call and see what he dug up, if anything.
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Wyrmtongue hung out at the club for a while, having a few drinks, and picking up a couple BTLs while he was dancing. At the end of the bartender's shift, they could be seen exiting together, and getting into his cab together, before driving off to his flat. It was a nice studio apartment in the International District. His place was on the second floor of a building belonging to the Choson Ring, though he didn't tell the bartender that. Stepping into the room, Wyrmtongue hissed in the girl's ear that he had a surprise for her...
<Fade to black, until next morning>
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Well 3BB Jacks out with his new info and leaves the club to go to his local squatting spot till the next morning.
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You've made your calls, you've searched the 'Trix, and you've made decisions you may come to regret. It's been a good night, but all good things come to an end. Light shines across the Sprawl as that golden orb in the sky shines its light. Good morning, hope you slept well. And hopefully, that hangover isn't too bad, because you've got work to do, chummer.
You do your morning routine, and along the way, you check your messages. Surprise surprise, it seems late last night, you received a message from Nekoyasha. After some minor decrypting easily handled by your commlinks, you read the message itself.
"Guys, it's Nekoyasha. I did some searching last night, and I've found a lead on that disk. Meet me back at the Plaza, and I'll fill you in."
Time to put on your Sunday Best, and maybe strap a gun somewhere on your body. Let's get to work.
@Mirikon - Lenora found the same info arknok did, but she also found out that Nabo happens to be playing a concert later tonight, at an abandoned warehouse in Redmond. Unfortunately, tickets are sold out.
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3BB heads on over
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After getting up the next morning, Predator sleepily goes into the kitchen for a cup of coffee while checking her comm after noticing that a message was received during the night. Taking drink from the mug, she spits it out muttering in the direction of the coffeemaker, "Okay, what did he do to the coffee this time?"
As she goes to clean up, she sends a quick reply to the message: "All right, I'll be there in a couple hours."
After that she showers and puts on one of her nicer outfits with her suit of form-fit underneath in case of trouble on the way and heads down to the parking garage to start making her way to the Plaza.
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Uncoiling from the bed, Wyrmtongue slithered over to the kitchen where he kept his morning meal caged and ready to eat. It was something of a hassle to get them delivered each day without causing trouble, but still, there weren't as many prey animals here that one could eat without causing trouble. A spell opened the cage, releasing the live devil rat. He bit the creature as it tried to escape, and swallowed it whole. Prey just didn't taste as good if it wasn't alive as it went down.
He heard the bartender in the shower. She had been surprised at his true form, but reacted positively when he'd shown her what he could do. Chuckling at the memories, Wyrmtongue used the spell that had released his prey, and activated his commlink, bringing the AR goggles over his eyes. Lenora had left a message, as she had said. Interesting. Interesting. And the others were meeting? He'd have to get 'dressed' then. He sent a message confirming that he'd be there, and then cast a spell, his 10m long body shrinking into the lithe form of an elf, and he went to join the bartender in the shower...
<OOC> Sustaining my Metahuman form spell through the sustaining focus.
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3BB realizes when looking in a puddle how bad he looks squatting not being fair on the body. Errrrgg I don't really care anyways he mumbles to himself as he continues his shuffle to the meeting
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When Nekoyasha arrives he thinks well if things get nasty I should have a change of cloths ready
makes armor, stealth, and bofeedback active. Then calls up Sniffer and searches for drones while he waits for the others to show up
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After a relaxing 'shower', Wyrmtongue arrives at the meet, getting out of the same cab that he'd had waiting for him last night. His clothes today are fairly casual, though clearly expensive. Once more, he has his pair of weapons on him, and the lined coat he wore last night, though now it is a deep green color. He nodded at Nekoyasha when he saw the hacker, and made his way over. "Glad to see I wasn't the only one to get some information overnight."
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3BB arrives to see Wyrmtounge and Nekoyasha he snorts then says Afternoon
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After the small discussion with Hawk, he bid him farewell and those that passed by before hand aswell as giving off his commcode. He sped off back to his small apartment in Redmond on the border of the Touristville and the badder sections of the area. It was peaceful enough, and no one really bothered him...but than again would you bother an ork armed with a katana? He gets ready for bed and was soon fast a sleep. He wakes up mid morning, flipping his AR on, he notices a message and checks it out. He was content about having some sort of lead and sprung out of bed. He did some kata exercises and his Buddhist meditations and soon go dressed grabbing a soy protein bar, which had grown to like and would be on his way back to the plaza where they all met.
He parked his bike aside and pulled his goggles up to relax on top of his head. He got off his bike and entered the plaza and headed to the gathering, bowing slightly, "Konnichi-wa everyone." he came back up with a slight grin, over the fact that someone has made progress.
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Hawk considered the message over a cup of tea before leaving to head back to the Plaza. He arrives, dressed in the same simple attire and walks over to the rest of the team.
"Glad to see someone made some headway last night."
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Fury straps his revolver under his armor jacket before heading out. He nods at Nekoyasha. "So what's the lead?"
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3BB explains to the other runners I found something, one of the people to receive the email and replied was Ari Tarkasian, former executive of Apogee Music.
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Arriving at the Plaza in what one could call 'business casual', Predator makes her way to the other members of the team and says in low tones, "At least someone came up with something. Apparently my people didn't come up with anything."
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Kris puts on her mission armor, puts on her traditional steampunk outfit, loads up her Ares Crusader in the holster under her shirt, and takes her Ares Executive protector into the car with her along with . She stops by a stuffer shack and grabs some soda before meeting the others at the Plaza.
Once arrived and hears what the others have to say she asks, "Okay, so where is this guy?"
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Nekoyasha puts his drone search on hold.
He sends a group text heres what i found out fellas
Several emails were sent out to names in the music industry, each email saying the same; that "some lost tracks from a legendary dead rocker" had become available for sale. Those who responded had received a follow-up naming the dead rocker: JetBlack. Luckily, you've managed to trace one of them to Nabo.
You’ve heard of Nabo. Everybody’s heard of Nabo, unless they live under a rock. The whole Orxploitation movement has settled down somewhat in the last five or six years from its former white-hot glory, but that doesn’t mean it’s going away anytime soon. Every few months the music-sim companies find somebody new to promote, propel up to the pop charts, and exploit until they can find a new cash cow. These days, Nabo’s their golden boy. Anybody who pays attention to popular music knows his story: he’s an ork ganger kid from the Seattle Barrens who loves music more than he loves firefights and selling BTLs. He makes a name for himself performing in small local clubs, gets noticed by somebody big time, and the next thing he knows he’s rocketing up the charts and livin’ la vida loca. Must be nice.
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3BB&FL0 messages back I found something, one of the people to receive the email and replied was Ari Tarkasian, former executive of Apogee Music.
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Predator smirks as she reads the message from Nekoyasha and says, "Well, well. I wonder what the new music golden child has to do with this." Looking around at the assembled 'runners, she continues on, "I happen to know that the kid has a concert tonight, but tickets are sold out. Any of you happen to know a good ticket scalper?"
While waiting on responses from the rest of the team to her question, she gets an idea and quickly dials up her Fixer and--to avoid tipping anyone off and possibly raising hopes futilely--says over the subvocal microphone, "Thomas, if you're not busy, could you see if you could scrounge up some tickets and backstage passes to this Nabo concert tonight? I know it's short notice, but you've pulled off a couple miracles like this in the past."
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@BigGuns
"Funny you should ask, Reiko. I have a client who mentioned he acquired a fair number of tickets. He's planning to sell them to anyone who couldn't get a ticket. I'll send him a message you're looking for tickets, and see if I can't get you some sort of discount. Where would you like him to bring the tickets? Also, are you planning on visiting soon? It's been so long since our last chess game. - Thomas"
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Again on subvocal: "Have him bring the tickets to you. Depending on how quick he can get them to ya, there should be plenty of time for me to stop by for a quick game."
Looking at the assembled team, she speaks in a normal tone after closing the signal link and says, "Scratch that, I may have a lead on that. When we all leave here, I'll go and confirm on that."
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"Wonderful. He'll be over soon, and he's agreed to give you a discount. 350 nuyen per ticket. And I'll start brewing the green tea now. I expect you over soon, Reiko. - Thomas"
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As Predator receives the most recent message, she visibly smiles and looks to everyone. "All right, this is good. Already got confirmation on it. I can get some tickets at 350 nuyen each. I can't cover everyone myself, so I ask that you guys put forth some for your tickets."
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Nekoyasha sends a text to preadator and kris
what about making the ones who dont looking like security. I dont have the programs for it but couldnt false credentials be inserted into the system. That way they could bring weapons without any problems.
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Wyrmtongue nodded to the others as they arrived, and shared what they knew. As they made plans to get tickets for the show, he nodded his approval, sending the 350 to Predator. "I can cover the cost of my own ticket. I hope we can keep this civil. There's no need to borrow trouble. And unless I am much mistaken, anyplace in Redmond would not mind weapons, so long as you didn't try to bring in an assault cannon or other heavy weapons. Isn't that whole place essentially a war zone?"
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3BB I don't have money for those tickets. Any other hackers want to plant documents in the trix with me?
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Looking toward 3BB, Predator says, "There should be plenty of cred for the tickets if we use the five grand that the Johnson fronted us. As to messing around with their system, to create fake credentials, it could work, but Wyrmtongue is right, the barrens are an area where it is almost expected to carry some kind of weapon. I wouldn't advise carrying a large rifle or anything like that, but that's just me."
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3BB Oh yea, sorry I guess I could get a ticket. By the way I need to talk to you guys. Could we meet up later or maybe on my node?
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Nekoyasha's ears perk up as curiosity bites him on the ass.
what's up 3BB?
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"I don't have the cash for a ticket," Fury says, "but I don't think anyone would question me if I posed as security."
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3BB to Neko we can talk about my methods later but notice I haven't touched a commlink while sending this to you?
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the cat drone slowly blinks his eyes.
soo... it takes all kinds. say did you mean you have a node or was that a figure of speech?<drool>
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I figured we could meet on my node just so I could explain to you what I am in the trix. But yea I don't need a commlink to send these messages if you catch my drift
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Sugoi nods and hands a credstick over to give his 350. "So once we get our hand on the tickets, wha tis da plan?"
Speaking Engrish (6d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3329296/) ((I forget I should be making rolls to speak english periodically. lol))
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"Paying for tickets should be easy enough with the upfront money... and it could be arranged for one of us to look like an interested buyer like Mr. Tarkasian. Of course, I'll need a good visual."
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Predator looks to everyone and says, "Well, I'm going to head to pick up those tickets. I'll meet you all outside that warehouse about an hour before the concert, so that I can give you your tickets, and we can finalize any plans." She looks to Sugoi and says, "Have you already spent your cut of the five thousand initial pay-out? If so, I suppose i can cover your ticket in return for that much out of your cut of the final pay, plus a bit extra for the trouble." With that, she waits a few minutes to see if Sugoi transfers the cred before turning and heading out to go to her Fixer to collect the tickets.
Before heading to the Fixer, she makes a stop by her apartment to pick up more of her gear, mainly leaving behind her sporting rifle, so that she can change into her 'working' attire before leaving for the concert.
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before preadator leaves Nekoyasha sends a text:
say mind if I ride your shoulder for this?
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As she walks out the door, she beams a text back to Nekoyasha, "Perhaps at the concert. I'll be sure to have a bag with me. For now, I need to make the meet to get the tickets alone."
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send a text at 3BB:
You dont see me using a comlink either. Is there something wrong with your comlink?
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group text:
Is there someone elses shoulder I could use until then? :)
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Wyrmtongue nodded at the mentions of 'what then'. "At the concert, we'll try to get back stage to speak with Nabo. It may be that I'll have to do that part alone. We'll see. But if we can convince the singer to part with his information willingly, that will make things easier on us all the way around."
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You can use my sholder and do I have to spell it out? I'm a mancer. Also 3BB transfers the cred.
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Sugoi transfers the cred over to Pred. He relaxes a bit to see whatever is going to do since he has time to kill before the concert.
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Nekoyasha jumps up on 3BB's shoulder and texts
Does spelling it out make it easier to find on the 'trix? and whats a mancer anyways?
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You don't know what a technomancer is?I just figured you'd be able to find my node. @cabo_ is there a specific way to find my node?
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3BB sends Nekoyasha his node addressSo stop by my node sometime
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hmm no bullets are flying...thinks Nekoyasha <pounce>
He pulls the address looking to see if he can find anything useful
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After stopping by her apartment and packing her gear into a duffle to lock in the back over her Rover, Predator arrives at Thomas's to collect the tickets. She approaches the front door and hits the doorbell and then looks down at her comm to check the time, noting plenty of time for at least one game of chess and still make it to the warehouse an hour prior to the concert as she'd mentioned before.
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Kris transfers the 350 cred for the tickets, sending a text to the group, don't bring anything bigger than you can smuggle. We don't want this run going to hell just to talk to a guy in a club. as she suits up in club apparel for the upcoming venture.
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You've got the info, and you've got a way in. Now all you need is the proper attire and a ride there. So after what feels like an hour, you and the gang have arrived. Despite being early, it looks like things are already in full swing.
Your first thought when you get a look at the place where the concert’s going down is, You’ve got to be kidding! It’s a warehouse. Not a club artfully disguised to look like a warehouse. Not a former warehouse that’s been converted into a club. It’s a friggin’ warehouse. Smack dab in the middle of a crumbling industrial district near the docks, the place is obviously not prepared for the number of people who’ll be showing up for the gig. Cars and motorcycles choke the streets, everywhere you look people are double and triple-parked, and you’re pretty sure that line of porta-potties off to the side isn’t going to be adequate to handle the crowd (even if they are super-sized to accommodate orks and trolls, the majority of the concertgoers). Already quite a few people are milling around outside, and you can hear the booming sounds of music coming from inside the badly soundproofed walls. You figure whoever’s sponsoring Nabo must have dropped a lot of cred for bribes to make this happen, since you don’t spot even a single Lone Star cruiser prowling around, nor do you see any angry fire marshals. Yeah, this is the Barrens, but even then it takes big money to get something this big ignored.
As you stand outside, you can see two doors: one on the south side of the building, to the left of the wall, and the other on the east side, on the northern edge of the building. Each door is guarded by two trolls, as well as having a Magnetic Anomaly Detector installed at each door.
The next move is up to you, chummers.
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Sugoi asks to leave his sword in someone's trunk, just easier to get into clubs this way even though he does not like the fact of leaving his sword behind, it's like leaving a piece of himself behind. He stands with the crew awaiting for the tickets, "So we get back stage, talk to this Nabo and get out. Right?" Looking to confirm the plan.
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Wyrmtongue had left to stop by his safehouse before they went to the concert. When his cab pulled up at the rally point, there was a bit of surprise when an elf female with long blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. The only clue that she was Wyrmtongue was the message that pinged the others through their private channel. Looking at the others, she winked, saying, "Getting backstage will be my job, I think. I decided that this appearance would be better able to get backstage than my other one. But as I'm talking with Nabo, it would probably be good if the rest of you were somewhere nearby, just in case. I have a simrig, so I can send you what I see and hear."
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3BB thats a great idea! Well I think I'll try to go in then? Everyone ready?
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Hawk focuses for a moment, summoning a fire spirit.
"Never hurts to have some backup if needed."
5 Magic + 4 Summoning +4 Power Focus + 2 Mentor Spirit modifier 15d6= 6 hits for a fire (illusion) spirit
Spirit Rolls 5d6. 1 Hit * 2= 2 DV to resist
Hawk rolls 5 Intuition + 5 Willpower to resist Drain. 10d6, 4 Hits. Drain Resisted
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Wyrmtongue nodded. "Yes, a spirit as backup is a good choice. Just keep it in the astral until needed, or we'll frighten the mundanes." Looking to the others, she said, "So, no one carrying heavy artillery? Then let's go in." With that, the elven woman began heading off to the nearer of the two doors, presenting her ticket when the bouncers stop her. She still has that lined coat from earlier, but her clothes are fitted for a woman's form, and clearly designed to take advantage of her... attributes, showing a great deal more skin than the others. She had her Predators displayed openly, but then, this WAS the Barrens.
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3BB goes in a few people behind....wyrmtounge?
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One of the troll guards looks Wyrmtongue up and down, finally resting his eyes on her Predators. "Those are unloaded, I hope?"
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Wyrmtongue smiled at the Troll, and said, "You wouldn't expect a little old thing like me to go around this part of town without some protection, would you? I don't have a big, strong troll like you to protect me."
Con (Seduction): 20d6.hits(5)=5 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3330159/)
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3BB snickers Do I still have Nekoyasha on me?
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On learning of the MAD scanners on the warehouse doors, Predator inward curses and leaves her firearms locked up in the Rover out of sight, and on hearing Sugoi's question of leaving his blade in a teammate's vehicle, she carefully helps him stow it near her own ancestral blade. As the team moves inside, she says over subvocals to Wyrmtongue, "Think you could get us both backstage? I don't like the idea of a team member being without backup. I may not have my guns, but I'm always armed."
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The troll chuckles. "Well, okay. Just keep 'em holstered, okay? Wouldn't want a pretty little thing like yourself to get hurt."
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Wyrmtongue gave the troll a kiss on the cheek before slipping inside. Over the subvocal mike, she said, "Certainly. Two 'groupies' looking to have fun are as likely to get through as one would be." Reaching back to take Predator's hand as she got in through the doors, she led the way towards the backstage area, looking for someone she could charm into letting them pass.
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while riding in on 3BB shoulder Nekoyasha scanns for drones
I think its hackkin 4+ sniffer 6 + neocorticial 1
11d6 1,2,2,2,2,2,2,3,4,6,6
boy that roll sucked :(
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Neko-tan's scan turns up a couple MCT Fly-Spy drones buzzing about, keeping an eye on the proceedings to make sure everything goes smoothly.
Inside, Predator and Wyrmtongue find themselves crushed in between the massive crowd, about 70% being orks and trolls. The music you heard outside was actually the concert underway. It seems Nabo decided to go early. To the left and right of the stage are more troll and ork guards, standing in front of large curtains that lead backstage.
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Knowing how things work at these concerts, Predator gives as good as she gets in the way of shoving through the crowd as she guides Wyrmtongue closer to the stage where Nabo can get a good view of the both of them while he performs.
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3BB presents his ticket to the guard
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Whispering into Predator's ear as they went in, Wyrmtongue said, simply, "Play along, and try to look like a groupie." Looping a hand around Predator's waist, Wyrmtongue smiled at one of the guards, and spoke into his ear. (Though with how loud the music was, it was just like whispering in a normal situation.) "Tee-hee. My girlfriend and I are big fans of Mr. Nabo's. We wondered if you could get us back stage, so we could show him how very much we liked his music?" As she said this, she made a point of holding Predator close, one hand moving to rest on the woman's rear, in plain view of the guard. If they thought they were ditzy co-eds looking for a 'good time' with Nabo, could be they'd be able to get through without any real trouble.
Con (Seduction) 20d6.hits(5)=8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3330296/)
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Playing along like Wyrmtongue suggests, Predator slides her arm around Wyrmtongue's waist and proceeds to act quite like a "curious" coed.
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@theKernel
The guard quickly scans your ticket, and lets you through, throwing in a half-hearted "Enjoy the show."
@Mirikon
The Ork guard nods his head, and shouts back, "Mr. Nabo's dressing room is up the stairs, first door as you come up. Wait there, the show will be a while."
I'm not gonna bother rolling, because your hits are higher than his total. Btw, how do you have 20 dice? I only count 14.
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3BB&FL0 looks around and decides to hang back and watch the show. As well as wait for the other runners
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Wyrmtongue gives the ork a peck on the cheek, before leading Predator backstage. Following the ork's directions, she lets herself into Nabo's dressing room, to wait for the show to end. Looking over to Predator, she winked, and said, "Behold, the power of boobs."
Charisma 5 + Con 5 + Specialization 2 + Mentor Spirit 2 + Empathy Software 6
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Once inside, Wyrmtongue and Predator survey the small room.
Nabo’s dressing room is a combination of abandoned office and star’s hideaway. The desk and office chairs have been hastily pushed against the wall to make room for a comfortable-looking oversized couch, a table holding a wide array of liquor, and a portable wardrobe with mirror. A bathroom with a small shower stall is visible through an open door. The only window is the curtained one looking over the warehouse. With the door closed, the sound from down below fades to something you can talk loudly over.
They also notice, sitting on the couch, are two scantily-clad ork girls, lounging about with an ork male. They seem to be high or drunk or both. They're also not armed.
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3BB to wyrm You in?
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Predator chuckles at Wyrmtongue's comment and gives a wink, "Oh yes, I'm well aware of their power. After all, there are some that you don't even have to say anything to. Just push your chest out, and they're putty."
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We're in. Just a couple more groupies back here. Nothing to worry about.
Smiling seductively as she walks towards the group of orks, she slipped into the middle of them, pulling Predator along for the ride. "Oooh, the guard didn't say there would be other people here! We aren't interrupting a private party?" Giggling like a schoolgirl, she twirled one of the ork girls' hair.
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One of the ork girls giggles, "No, not at all. In fact, we were just thinking of using some BTL's. Are you interested?"
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"Ooooh! Do you have any of the new ones? I looove those things! They always make me feel so very horny." Wyrmtongue giggled, as though she'd perhaps said more than she intended to.
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As Wyrmtongue distracts the ork girls, Predator takes the opportunity to look poke around and see if she can find anything.
After a few minutes of poking around, she stumbles across a lucky find. It would appear that Nabo's comm had fallen on the floor. Quickly scooping it up before anyone notices it, Predator takes a short bit of time using her augmented reflexes to quickly hack into the device, eventually coming a cross an email dealing with the disk in question. After copying the email to her own comm, and not wanting to push her luck further at the present time, she slides the comm into the inner pocket of her lined coat and goes back over to where Wyrmtongue is distracting the ork ladies.
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Kris, who was silently hiding behind the others rolling her eyes as the'fake lesbian' act goes on, but otherwise rolls with it ro remain with the group. She set out on her own to find some paydata relevant to but otherwise turns up no results. Hey, any luck on your end? she pings the group comm
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Receiving the ping from Kris, Predator sends to the rest of the team over subvocal mic "Found 'link with some info, perhaps more. Didn't feel like pushing my luck getting into it right now."
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3BB&FL0 I'm watchin the show not really my kinda thing. I like goblin rock
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3BB really was just watching the show. He and Neko were on standby in a corner, watching the crowd be a crowd. Suddenly, Nekoyasha's cat suddenly went offline, falling from 3BB's shoulder, onto the floor.
Meanwhile, at another end of the warehouse, some of the more rowdy attendants got even rowdier, when a troll knocked the drink out of an ork's hand. "HEY! Ya spilled my fraggin' beer, ya dumb troll bastard!"
The troll pushed the ork. "Who you callin dumb, shrimp?!" Soon, it devolved into a flurry of blows until they were pulled apart.
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3BB to Nekoyasha What happened?!
3BB to everyone Looks like something took Neko out, I might have to go on the trix to see whats going on
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Sugoi followed everyone into the warehouse, with no wepaons on him and the only metal being the chainmail shirt. While the ladies were in the back doing their thing, a very perturbed look on Sugoi's face came about as he heard the thumping noise of goblin rap. He stood by 3bb and sent him a text back, Peacefulness is my cup of tea. He notices the cat fall down, limp. He stares at it weirdly for a second, Is that suppose to happen and than looks over at the ruckus right after, he was now on high alert because anything can happen at this point...he knew better...especially with orks and trolls surrounding the area.
3bb: Take a seat and we'll stand guard. Assuming Father is nearby.
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3BB You want me to jack in?
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@3bb: I don't know, you're the tech person.
Typing english (6d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3330864/)
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Hawk follows 3BB and Sugoi into the warehouse, glancing around as he goes through the MAD scanners.
He watches the fight between the Ork and the Troll. A brawl at a concert... what else is new?
He frowns when he receives the message from 3BB. I supposed it could be a disrupted signal... or not, who knows with the fraggin' matrix?
@3BB: I suppose that bears some investigation.
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Receiving 3BB's transmission, Predator excuses herself ostensibly to go to the restroom, and once out of earshot transmits via subvocals "3BB, think you'll need Matrix backup?"
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@predatorIf you wanna come with that should be fine you'll get to see one of my sprites in action
@HawkGuess I shall
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@3BB: You might want to check for jamming. If there is any jamming, you and Kris will have to deal with it. I haven't run across a jammer strong enough to block my signal often enough to shell out for ECCM.
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Suddenly, as quickly as it had happened, the cat toy was back on it's feet.
Tensions are rising between some of the concert-goers after the last small brawl. Orks and trolls have started clustering together in groups.
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3BB stands up and looks at the orks and trys to see the one who seems to be in charge or at least the biggest
Perception 3 int 5 hits 3 rolls 1,1,2,3,4,5,5,6
Also Nekoyasha you good?
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Unfortunately, what with many of the attendees being trolls, who tower above 3BB, he's unable to see who's leading the now larger group of orks.
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Sugoi is scoping out the rising tension attentively as he slides his goggles back on.
9d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3331025/) Visual Perception 6 + Visual Enhancement 3
using edge to reroll failures.
Edge roll (8d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3331029/) 4 total Hits
Weapon Watcher goes on. (6d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3331031/)
((Just to clarify, looking to see who's the man in chare of each clique if possible as well as find out if they are armed and with what thnx to the weapon spotter software :-) ))
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Fury makes sure to wheedle his way through the crowd until he's with the rest of the group in the audience, just in case things get ugly.
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3BB to Nekoyasha Can you watch my back if I go in the trix?
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Sugoi manages to spot the head of each group, standing in front of their respective metatypes. None of them are armed, as it seems they either came unarmed or left their gear at the door.
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The cat changes from a black cat to a white cat and makes a beeline for particular person in the crowb transmiting an earspliting tone via the trix
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I'LL TAKE IT YOU DON'T NEED HELP 3BB yells over the crowd
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Over the screeching tone, the Ork and Troll leader point at each other, and their respective groups charge towards each other, starting a massive brawl that starts to involve the rest of the crowd.
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3BB gets as far away as possible
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Nekoyasha is not responding to any texts or calls. he reaches his target, jumps up on his shoulders and uses his claws in what looks like a berserk rage
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3BB goes daymnnn
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Sugoi steps back, looks befuddled almost at what's going on, looks over at Fury, "This does not look well."
Sugoi will be in full defense, put being observant.
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Neko's particular target howls in pain, grabbing at the cat bot, trying desperately to pull it off. Eventually, he manages to pull the berserk bot off, throwing across the room, back at 3BB.
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3BB's eyes go wide preparing to catch the feline fraggin catdo I have to roll? if so what? He misses on his roll. no hits.
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With 3BB missing the catch, Nekoyasha's avatar slams into the ground, but manages to get back up. At this point, the crowd has deformed into a particularly vicious mosh pit, with people indiscriminately hitting each other.
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So nekoyasha what happened
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Wyrmtongue, however, is oblivious to all this, having slotted the first of the moodchips the orks had offered her. Things seem to be getting out of hand up there just as quickly as they are down on the concert floor, but with different results.
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Nekoyasha says nothing and heads back to his victim
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3BB rests his hand on the revolver and watches neko. He also calls not it on getting neko.
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Predator steps out of the restroom, intending to go back to where Wyrmtongue is dealing with the ork ladies, only to see the chaos that has broken out in the warehouse. Sending a quick message to Wyrm, "I think the situation out in the main area is fragged. I got something that could help with info, so maybe we should all bug out before the cops show.".
She looks around quickly until she spots 3BB and rushes over yelling so he can hear her over the commotion, "What the frag is happened out here?!"
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he messages Well neko freaked out, I'm thinking about crashing his machine if no one grabs him, two guys, an orc and a troll started a riot. Thats about it
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@3BB: "Oh drek. Well, once we get hold of Neko's little toy, we're definitely gonna have to get the frag out of here."
With that, Predator scans the crowd looking for Neko's cat, and, assuming she can spot it, she shoves her way through the crowd to try and get to it and tries to yank it off the guy it's attacking--playing it off as assisting the other guy with his "problem".
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3BB starts to try to walk out.
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Luckily, 3BB and friends were standing near an exit, and are able to quickly make an exit. All that's left is to collect Neko and Wyrmtongue.
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Once she pries the mechanical feline off of the guy's back, Predator struggles with it for a moment as she works to find the shut-off switch for it. Once the cat is shut down, she sends a quick message to Wyrmtongue via subvocal voice-to-text, "All right, we need to get out of here. Neko's cat went berserk out in the main area and attacked a guy, but that's not the worst. There's a fraggin riot going on out here. Walked right into it as I came out of the ladies' room."
She looks to the guy she'd pried Neko's cat drone off of and says, "I'll take care of this thing for you. You might want to get out of here considering how bad things have gone to hell in here."
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As the group on the ground floor begin to head for the exit, you can hear the slight whine of sirens. Crikey it's the Rozzers. Lone Star, despite the numerous and large bribes, are responding to the riot. Seems someone in the crowd, or maybe security tipped them off.
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"Hehehehehehehe! Look at all the stars! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!" Stumbling down the stairs, Wyrmtongue makes her way towards the exit, clearly high on BTLs at the moment. The fact that she can walk at all is somewhat impressive, though it may be a bad idea for her to meet the cops in this state.
She is literally trying to snag stars that only she can see as she moves through the doorway.
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Predator rushes toward the door to the warehouse, and as she sprints toward her Rover, the cat drone dangling from her hand, she transmits to the rest of the team, "We need to get out of here RIGHT NOW. If any of you need a ride, I'll wait for a few seconds, but no more than that." She throws open the vehicle's door and jumps in, tossing the drone into the back seat as she closes the door and fastens in, starting the engine up. She waits for a very brief time to see if anyone else from the team takes her up on the offer for a ride, before she throws the SUV in gear and speeds off to get away from the incoming Star riot squads.
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3BB runs in to the rover
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Sugoi gets out of the area, not knowing how to handle an electronic cat that is bonkers and gets over to his bike, "I guess this is our cue to leave?" he says to those that our out of the area, staying making sure everyone is out.
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"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Wyrmtongue giggles merrily as she moves through the parking lot, tripping as she tries to get into the back of the waiting cab, and ending up sprawled on the back seat in a most indecent pose. The door closes behind her, unless anyone else wanted to ride with her.
Barely thinking, Wyrmtongue directs the cab's dogbrain to follow Predator's SUV.
"Oh, Preddy-honey, you should have taken the hit they offered you! It's all full of STARS! Stars, stars, stars! Stars to light the way as hackers hack hack hack at the link you found in the room, yes? Of course yes. Wheeeeeeeeeeee!"
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Predator looks over at 3BB and says, "All right, I'm going to my place. I'll shoot straight here. I'll trust you to not betray the location, but if you tell anyone the location, there will be hell to pay." As she checks the rearview mirror, she notices the cab following her, and, not knowing that Wyrmtongue is inside, instinctively tries to lose the pursuit.
Sorry, Mirikon, but since all cabs look alike, she couldn't know for sure it was you in that thing.
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Why would I tell? We're a team.
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Predator gives 3BB a slight smirk and says, "Can't be too careful in this business. Don't mean offense, but..." She trails off as she notices the cab still behind her, and tries again to lose the tail. "Fraggin cabbie is persistent."
@cabo: Do I need to make a roll to shake the cab. Like I said, I know as a player it's Wyrmtongue, but she probably wouldn't know ICly.
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"Wheee! My cab is turning and turning. Where do you lead us, Miss predator? Ooh, look, another star! But this one has shiny lights in red and blue!"
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Blinking slightly at the message from Wyrmtongue, Predator gives a sigh and says quietly to herself, "Well, in the state Wyrmtongue is in, he/she probably won't remember the way anyway especially seeing stars... Red and blue lights...oh fraggit all." She turns to 3BB and says quickly, "I'm a bit busy driving here, think you could manage shutting down the patrol car back there? I'll keep trying to lose it, but considering Wyrm back there, that's easier said than done." At that, she again concentrates on losing the tail, but is more concerned with the vehicle behind Wyrmtongue's cab than she is with the cab.
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With the commotion escalating and the word that the team had a 'link with some paydirt, Kris decided to ditch with the others. She hops back in her car and heads out, but wondering if she could take the comm home with her she messages the others 'Hey, any chance I could get the commlink of you guys to investigate? Tell me where you're at and I'll meet you.
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Fury gets in one of the cars with the others.
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Hawk follows Fury into the car, suppressing a chuckle as they leave the warehouse.
Seems like a normal concert in the Barrens to me.
@Team: Did we get anything besides the commlink? And what the frag is going on with that cat?
He settles back in the vehicle, letting his senses relax. Need to keep my mind clear...
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After finally breaking the cop's tail, Predator heads home and while driving--much more casually at this point--she transmits to the team, "I'm headed to my place. I'll let you know when I get there, and when I do, transmit your location and I'll...send someone to come get you."
When she finally reaches the parking garage for her apartment building, she pulls in and parks. Grabbing the cat drone and jumping out of the Rover, she waits until 3BB exits the vehicle before securing it and heading to the elevator to her floor. As she walks down the hall to her apartment, she again sends a message to the rest of the team, "All right, I'm here. If you'll transmit your position, I'll see about getting your ride." At that she transmits a message to her 'roommate' via text, "13@n@, could I get a favor from you? I need you to go to a specific vehicle in a certain location and bring it here in as much of a roundabout fashion as you can. The positions of the vehicles in question should be incoming in a few minutes."
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3BB&FL0 Nice place
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Sugoi had retrieved his swordbefore everyon headed off and he scooted off driving around and laying low, last thing he wanted to do is get followed back to his place.
Shoots a txt over Pred: 175th Street by Downfall.
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Somehow, the dog brain of the cab managed to keep on Predator's tail. This was made easier by the fact that the cab was only a little more than one meter behind Predator's vehicle the entire time. It was fortunate she never had to stop suddenly during the drive. When they got to the apartment building, the cab parked next to Predator's car. A few moments later, Wyrmtongue got out, shakily, but coming down off the high from the BTL trip. Managing to get into the elevator with the others, she slumped against 3BB for support, saying, "Wow. Those new BTL downloads are killer. You should have tried them, Preddy, baby. By the way, you said you found a link, right?"
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3BB grunts and shakes wyrm off
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Predator sets the cat drone on the table and looks over at Wyrmtongue saying, "I'll take your word for it. Never cared to mess with BTLs myself. Or anything other than cigarettes and booze for that matter." She walks over to a cabinet after lighting a cigarette and pulls down a bottle, "Speaking of which, anyone care for a drink?" Setting the bottle on the table briefly to check her comm for incoming messages, she notices the message from Sugoi and beams a message to the A.I. letting 'her' know the location.
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Yea what you got 3BB says from a chair
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Eventually Sugoi arrived after a couple fo trial and errors since his bike doesn't have a gyro stabalizer for remote control, so he ended up balancing it for the AI to pilot. He arrives pulling the bike aside and would enter the home of Predator, he'd stand against the wall leaning ever so slightly. "I will take a water."
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Sending a text to Wyrm: I can get some decent BTL's if you're interested. I'm a user myself, just try to keep off it when you're on a job. Hit me up after this is done.
Once Kris arrives at the apartment with the others she states she's okay when a drink is offered. But tries to keep on business, "So what do we have. All I was told was that we had a 'link, some paydata, and we all split. I'd like to at least see what we're working with."
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Wyrm collapsed into a chair, still looking out of it, but much better than before. "I'll have what you're drinking, Preaddy. And I don't normally partake when it comes to BTLs on the job. But seemed a good way to keep the groupies distracted while you searched the room, yeah? Unless you wanted me to start an orgy."
Looking back at the others, she said, "Well, if there's good info on the commlink, then we made out well. But that's in those of you with matrix skills to deal with. I can barely work mine."
To Kris, she sent: Oooh. Yes! I always love seeing what new BTLs are on the market. Fortunately, they aren't too hard to find at the clubs.
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Predator tosses Sugoi a bottle of water before pouring everyone a drink and taking a seat with everyone else. Pulling the commlink she found from the inner pocket of her lined coat, she sets it on the table and says, "I did a cursory hack on it when I found it and discovered an email about the disk in its memory, but I didn't want to press my luck and try getting in deeper at the time. Between all of us, we should be able to get whatever else in there."
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3BB Pretty easily in fact
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Wyrmtongue eagerly drinks up when Predator hands her the glass. Sighing contentedly, the elf 'woman' looks to the rest, and says, "Then those of you with matrix skills should crack it open. Like I said, I'm no good with these things. Magic I can handle, but tech? That's out of my depth. How long do you think it will take to get everything out of it?"
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Kris volunteers, "I can take a crack at it. As long as it doesn't have strong encryption I can get through any trouble in a few hours."
She takes an extendable optical tap from her commlink and hooks it up to the commlink the team acquired. She makes sure the device's wireless connection is off before starting to scan the node for encryption.
Matrix Perception Test: Looking for encryption, 1 hit needed unless node is stealthed. Trading 7 dice for 1 hit.
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Hawk shrugs, taking a sip from his drink. "I'm with Wyrmtongue on this one, afraid I can't do much with it, except look at it."
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Fury waves away the drink that Predator offers him. "Never touch the stuff," he says. "Just point me in the direction of the thief, and I'll make sure he regrets taking it."
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While Kris is working with the commlink, Predator leans back and looks at everyone present, shifting her eyes briefly to the drone on the table, and says, "Anyone know why Neko's cat drone just suddenly went ballistic back there?" She takes sip from her glass and looks around again.
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So Nekoyasha wakes up and goes to the last place he left his drone. As it is not there he surfs the trix looking for signal.
warfare 4+ sniffer 6 + neocrotical 1= 11 This wont work if the drone is off btw
11d6 1,1,3,4,5,6,6,6,6,6,6 = 7hits ( well im impressed! :)
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Shaking her head, Wyrmtongue said, "Could be anything, really. I didn't see what happened, but he wouldn't be the first to go crazy over something they saw. Or maybe I wasn't the only one chipping tonight. But someone who only interacts through a drone already has a few screws loose, in my opinion. Why wouldn't someone want to get out and feel the night air against their body?"
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Nekoyasha manages to find the signal. However, whether or not it's switch is flipped to on is another matter.
Did anyone remember to turn it on after last nights festivities?
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Predator shrugs and says, "Well, if they're that uncomfortable with going out in the world at large, that's their issue. At least that's how I look at it. Myself, I like going out to have fun personally." As she speaks she remembers the drone and decides on a test, flipping the switch to reactivate it.
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Neckoyasha notices that someone has turned on his drone and jumps in to the drone.
This is a free action for him btw because of more than metahuman
He switches the drones coloration from white back to black.
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Looking down at the cat as it comes back online, Wyrmtongue puts one hand on the grip of her Predator. "Well, is crazy drone guy going to explain what happened?"
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Sugoi gets ready to judy chop if needed.
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Predator watches as the cat drone comes back online and gives a nod to Wyrmtongue before saying, "Yes, care to explain going berserk like that?" Looking to Kris she asks, "So how's the comm coming along?"
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That cats lucky, I really wanted to crash him
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Nekoyasha sends a group text boy I can just feel the love here. um... I didnt want to say but, I cant remember past 2 weeks ago. When I came to Im at my desk looking at my best comlink that had just been fried. When we were at the concert I remembered something. The guy I was fighting with had something with the wipe of the runner team I was working with before you guys.
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Hawk frowns when he receives Nekoyasha's text.
@Nekoyasha: You have a chance to start again, on a better path. Next time, if you feel the need, let us know. Temporary as life is, I've grown attached to my body and I'd rather not have it broken about because you can't control yourself. Besides, our talents would have been much more effective.
@team: Anyway, what can we tell from this commlink?
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Wyrmtongue shook her head. "Until you remember what happened, attacking randomly is foolish. Especially since you are not even here with us in your own body. Your actions jeopardize the rest of us, and reflect upon us all."
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Predator nods and states, "Wyrmtongue is right. The whole operation was very nearly botched entirely because of that outburst. Now I can understand issues--I'm sure everyone here has their share, Lord knows I do--but you could've gotten us killed. I'll overlook it once, myself since I think everyone deserves a second chance, but try to keep control next time."
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sorry, I didnt think. It wont happen again Nekoyasha sends in a group text
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(assuming the commlink isn't encrypted...)
Kris attempts to hack through the firewall to get inside the node.
Hacking (Exploit) 6(8 ) + Exploit 5: 6 6 6 5 5 4 4 4 3 2 2 1 1 (5 hits first try)
6 6 5 4 4 4 3 3 2 2 2 1 1 (3 hits second try)
6 5 5 5 4 4 3 1 1 1 1 (4 hits third try)
Three tries total 11 hits total
Running stealth program rating 5.
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Kris' attempt to hack into the commlink succeeds, easily bypassing the security.
What do you want to do now that your inside?
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Wyrmtongue nodded, and then sighed, getting up to stretch a bit. "Ooh, wearing this form is tiring. The joints feel all funny after a while." The elf turned to look at Predator, and smiled. "This is a comfortable place you have here, Preddy baby. Hope we aren't imposing on you too much."
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As the team waits for Kris to finish up with the comm link, Predator sips her drink and looks to Wyrmtongue, "Thank you. I try to keep it comfortable." Looking around the room at the entire team, "I just ask that you all don't tell just anyone where the place is."
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Your secret is safe. He nods his head towards Predator and than drinks some more of his water, awaiting for Kris to finish her magic.
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Wyrmtongue nods her head in agreement. "Yes, you don't have to worry about me spilling you secret. But for the moment, I was wondering if there was somewhere I could lie down? This form itches if I hold it too long, and I'd really rather not destroy these clothes, as they were pretty expensive."
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Predator nods to Wyrmtongue and motions to a doorway, "There's one spare room just through that door."
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Wyrmtongue gave Predator a peck on the cheek, saying, "Thanks, hon!" Stepping through the door, she shut it behind her. Through the door there was the sound of a jacket hitting the floor where it fell, and then, a bit later, a creaking from the floorboards as they suddenly took on more weight.
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Hawk nods to Predator: "Of course."
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3BB Since we're confessing secrets, I'm a technomancer
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Predator shrugs at 3BB's comment, "Not sure why that's a secret, but okay."
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3BB To quote the wise, if people are afraid of hackers technomancers terrify them, as well as the misunderstandings about magic users are bad enough. Imagine how much people don't understand and discriminate against me? I keep it a secret and pretend to be a hacker.
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While hackin from AR Kris hears everything going on around her. She then starts up a browse search for anything related to optical disks, once finished she will start a second search for anything that can double as paydata. "So we've got some weebo technoshaman? I don't care as long as I don't find any sprites in my commlink. If we're sharing secrets, then the only real thng I've got to share is that I'm a lesbian, so back off boys."
Browse: Analyze 5 + Data Search 1 + Encephalon 2 + PuSHeD 1:
Searching for anything related to optical disks
First try: 3 hits
Second try: 1 hit
Third try: 2 hits
Fourth try: 1 hit (glitch)
Searching for any data that can be sold for nuyen
First try: 4 hits
Second try: 1 hit
Third try: 3 hits
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From the other room, there's a chuckle. The door opens, and a hissing voice says, "Well, I think I've got you all beat, then." And out slithers Wyrmtongue. An eleven meter long, brilliant blue and green scaled naga with golden eyes. And he looks like he is big enough to swallow an ork whole. "Sssorry for the falssse faccce, but I find that it isss easssier dealing with you metahumansss in a guise you're more familiar with. Some people can be ssso ssscared of sssnakesss it ssseemsss."
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3BB Pardon the expression but I guess I really opened a can of wyrms by starting the secret fest. Also you won't find a sprite on your commlink. My sprites really like cyber combat by the way hackers.
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Predator laughs and looks at Kris, "Like that really matters. Not my thing, but none of my business." As Wyrmtongue 'slithers' in she turns to face him and blinks, "Now THAT is definitely a secret. Normally not afraid of snakes myself, but then I've never been faced with one that can swallow an entire team whole before."
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Wyrmtongue chuckles at Predator's words, coiling loosely around her before flicking his forked tongue against her cheek. "Oh, don't worry Preddy. As one predator to the other, I don't eat teammates. And I don't eat sapients, as a rule. It isn't very nice, now is it? But if I get very hungry, or if someone is paying me, who knows?"
Those of you who frequent the seedy side of the matrix may recognize Wyrmtongue in this form. He starred in a series of vore porn simsense trids for one of the Seoulpa Rings. That means that his co-stars (elves, humans, and dwarves, for the most part, but also an ork) were eaten after/as part of the sex act.
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Predator suppresses a shudder--very well in fact--and says, "Well, that's a relief... Could you uncoil yourself, I may not fear snakes, but being enveloped like this, naturally makes a person a bit uncomfortable." She smirks and adds, "Besides, I'm taken."
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3BB To be honest I don't know anything about nagas
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His eyes widen for a moment once Wyrmtongue steps, "Kuso ga, soreha akumada!" He eases up when wyrmtongue explains things, but stays on alert.
((Hoping google translator did that correct for me. Shit, it's a demon was his response. Also kudos for having a snuff film star for a runner. lol))
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Wyrmtongue chuckled, licking the woman's face again, before uncoiling from around her. "Pity. Sssuch a pity. But if you ever feel like having a bit of fun, I've never had sssomone sssay they were unsssatisssfied." Looking at Sugoi, he laughed. "Oh, no, I am no demon. Though asss a shaman, I have sssome power that othersss do not." Slithering into the center of the room, he looked over at 3bb, and "Mossst of your kind do not. It wasssn't until jussst recccently that your Corporate Court decccided we had any rightsss at all. And in sssome placccesss, I would be classssssified asss a pet." That last bit had a definite edge to the hissing voice, conjuring an image of a snake poised to strike.
"Ssso I found a way to better interact with your kind. Makesss thingsss easssier, yesss?" And with that, he cast a spell, transforming into a massive male troll. Clearly, however, clothes weren't part of the transformation. He dropped the spell, and said, "That isss jussst a sssample, mind you. But my ssspellsss allow me to ussse weaponsss and armor like your kind, which isss one of the big weaknessssssesss of mine."
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3BB Well I guess we all have our quirks don't we? So what was on the link? I mentioned what my sprite found out about the disk to you guys right?
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Hawk smiles: "I agree, now that we've all shared. In some cases, perhaps too much, let's see what's on this link."
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3BB, the first to read the emails, sends a copy to everyone in the room. The first email simply states that lost tracks from a certain dead rocker have become available for sale, while the second mentions the rocker by name, JetBlack. Aside from these details, there's nothing else that mentions who sent the mails.
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Predator looks over at Kris and asks, "Do you think, since we have that comm link, that you could trace the email back to its source? I'd try, but I'm not all that sure I have what I'd need to do it."
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Nekoyasha says Ive got a good track program let me try
is it computer 4+track 6+neocortial1
11d6 1,1,1,1,1,2,3,3,3,5,6 =2hits i dont think thats glitch
2nd try 10d6 1,2,3,3,4,4,4,5,5,6= 3hits
3rd try 9d6 1,1,2,2,3,3,5,5,5 =3 hits
4th try 8d6 1,1,2,2,3,4,6,6 = 2hits
5th try 7d6 1,1,2,3,3,4,5 = 1 hit
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3BB Ill give it a go as well First he threads track(+2 due to my stream). Software is 5 resonance is 6. rolls are 1,2,2,2,2,3,3,3,5,5,5,6, and 6. hits are 5. then his track is 5 and computer is 4 how would I roll those(track and computer)? Extended test?
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Neko-tan successfully traces the original emails back to their originating node, belonging to Zipper.
If anyone has any knowledge about the hacking scene, roll em now. And Kernel, you gotta put all that stuff in the spoilers. It's OOC. Also, the extended test is simple. Your first roll is your full dice pool. And then you keep rolling until your intervals(tries) are up, and for every interval you lower the dice pool by 1.
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Nekoyasha texts the goupLooks like our perp is some cat named zipper.
He also send a private text to the hackers of the group which i thnk are predator,3BB, and kris
hey now that im thinking about it,do you guys want to swap programs? I can crack any thing you would want to share
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"Ssso where can we find thisss Zipper? Sssome of these namesss people use in the shadowsss are quite ssstrange. My friend who ssset me up with thisss gig isss the one who chose mine. Sssome kind of joke, I guessssss." Looking over at Hawk, Wyrmtongue simply flicked his tongue out at her, and said, "Too much? Oh, my dear, there isss much I could share with you. Ssseductressssss isss my totem, and I promisssssse you would love the experienccce."
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Hawk smiles at Wyrmtongue. "I'm afraid I follow a different path."
"Zipper? Do we know anything else about this person?"
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Nekoyasha sends a group text well we should see what we can find on him. I dont like the idea of pinging a target cold.
Datasearch 4 + Browse 3 + Neocortical 1(Extended Test,20 minutes, 5 minute intervals)
I think that means 4 tries right?
1st try 8d6 1,2,2,4,4,4,5,6= 2 hits
2nd try 7d6 2,2,2,2,4,6,6= 2 hits
3rd try 6d6 3,4,4,5,6,6= 3hits
4th try 5d6 2,4,4,5,5= 2 hits
Searching for shipments of Drones and Hardware tool sets
Hacking 4 + Spoofing 6 + neocortical 1(opposed test)
11d6 1,1,1,2,2,3,3,4,5,5,6
spend an edge to reroll nonhits
1,1,1,2,3,3,4,5,5,5,6
(uh... when does edge refresh? :( )
Looking for tool sets for purchase
computer 4 + Browse 3 + neocortical 1
8d6 1,3,3,4,4,5,6,6= 3 hits
btw im looking for shops
oh and i will contact the contact( can we give him a name maybe?)
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Spending about 20 minutes combing through the 'Trix, Neko-tan manages to find some useful intel on Zipper. The first bit being the Zipper is a hacker, and the second bit being that Zipper frequents a hacker bar called Cathode Glow.
While he's doing this, he also attempts to hack into local shipping networks, looking for any shipments of drones or tool kits. Unfortunately, it seems that with his attention divided, his efforts were unsuccessful. Failing this, he looks up any shops that sell tool kits, finding several in Aurora Village, including a Microdeck, DeGear's Electronics, and the like.
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Nekoyasha shares his data with the goup in a text
say does anybody know this bar Cathode Glow?
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Predator thinks for a moment on the different night spots she's been to.
Rolling Intuition + Bars and Clubs street knowledge.
Dice Pool: 7
Rolls: 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5
Hits: 3
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Predator remembers the bar. She remembers that it is in Tacoma, on Sixth Avenue and North Cedar Street.
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Nekoyasha continues his quest for tools
test to spoof a paid order for tools along with a safe shipping destination
Hacking 4 + spoof 6 + neocortial 1
11d6 1,1,2,2,2,3,3,4,4,5,6= arggg 2 hits
search for the network
data search 4+ browse 3+ neocortical 1
first day 8d6 1,1,2,4,4,4,5,6= 2 hits
do you want me to continue rolling or wait for a new day?
Oh does the contact flip me the bird?
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His attempts to purchase tools with a five finger discount fail, as well as his attempts to find a P2P network.
However, there was one bright spot. One of his old contacts, Thomas Jeery, replies to a message Neko sent earlier.
"Good to hear from you again. Thought you were dead for a while. If you need any help, drop me a line. -- Thomas."
Stats for the contact are Contact:3 Loyalty:3
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Nekoyasha texts back yeah so did i there for a while. I lost some programs with a comlink crash, can you hook me up with some? Im in bad need of an exploit, agent, and/or pilot programs. Ive got to deal with some bad mojo man.
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"Sure thing, but I'm actually pretty busy right now. Give me a couple days, and I'll send 'em your way. -- Thomas"
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Nekoyasha texts back thanks man
that doesnt mean he isnt going to scan for trojans. since he can remember who greased his team he had to be careful.
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3BB Man I was hoping it would be a matrix bar
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Predator shrugs at 3BB's comment and responds, "Personally, if I go to a bar or nightclub, I'd rather go to a physical one." She looks at the other assembled runners and asks, "So, when shall we check the place out?"
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Wyrmtongue cocks his head slightly to the side. "Give me a moment to get dressed, and I'll be ready." There is a ripple, and once again the serpent's body melts into that of the elf woman he'd appeared as earlier that night, naked as the troll was earlier. It was becoming clear that no matter what form Wyrmtongue took, he certainly was no prude.
Walking over to the door where she'd shed her clothes to rest, Wyrmtongue quickly gets dressed, and gears up, ready to roll. Stepping out the open door, she says, "So, where is this club? I've never been to this 'Redmond'."
Casting Metahuman Form, force 3, and sustaining it through my focus.
10d6.hits(5)=5 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3340456/)
Resisting 2 drain.
12d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3340457/)
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Father Fury quickly turns his head and studies the wall intently when Wyrmtongue takes "her" elf form. "I'm ready to go when you are," he says. "Maybe this time I'll make myself more useful."
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Hawk nods: "Although we don't all need to go in. I'm sure a few of us would stand out in such a place."
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Predator nods and says "I think perhaps it may be wise if Wyrmtongue went in with Sugoi and Hawk as backup in case things go seriously awry." She looks around to ascertain if anyone appears to be taking offense to her seeming to 'take charge' in this manner.
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Sugoi rolls his head, "Whatever needs to be done." grips his sword hilt tightly.
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Kris states, "Kind of wish I had some extra clothes for things like this. I guess I"l just have to make due I guess, let's get a move on the club then."
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Wyrmtongue nodded her head. "Sounds good to me. Let's get going. The sooner we find that disk, the sooner we all get paid, yeah?"
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Hawk glances at Wyrmtongue: "A good point."
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Predator leans back in her chair and looks around at everyone before saying, "I still think we should have a consensus on just a few of us who will be going to that club. If we all go to every place where there may be a clue, then it could raise some warning flags and put the thief on alert."
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Sugoi nods in agreement. "I agree with Predator on this one. If we all are going, it would warrant suspicions and be giving us looks. I guess the adage for this is, I will 'man up.' for this instance and go along."
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"I've been known to come in handy in a bar fight or two," Father Fury says. "I'm in."
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Wyrmtongue nods her head, looking around. "Then in that case, perhaps Predator, Fury, Sugoi, and I will check out the bar, with the rest of the team waiting somewhere nearby? But do you think this is necessary? How dangerous is this 'Redmond' anyway?"
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Predator raises an eyebrow slightly and says, "Extremely, Wyrmtongue. I was more going for those going with you whom haven't seen as much action so far. Kris and Neko should be able to provide cover without too much trouble in their specialties, and I could stand ready to provide backup. How all depends on how a call I make goes."
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Hawk clears his throat: "I think perhaps fitting in would be a better defense. I can provide backup if things turn sour, but don't need to go in with the main group. I'd just need to be in the area with a clear view, but there are other options to that. I would recommend that a hacker go in with Wyrmtongue."
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3BBSo we thinkin hackers stay behind and do our matrix thing?
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Wyrmtongue sighed. "Oh well, I hope there won't be too much fighting. Let's go, then. I've got my cab, so the three who are coming with me can ride in there, and the others take the other vehicles, yeah?" And with that decided, Wyrmtongue turned, and headed for the door.
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"If anyone's got a good rifle or assault rifle, I've got a weapon mount on my car. It's not legal to have one mounted, but once we pass into Redmond nobody would care much for it. It'll help keep the particularly desperate gangers away as we drive." Kris mentions. "Guess everyone should get ready."
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I don't know why you guys keep saying Redmond. It's in Tacoma.
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Sugoi adjusts his jacket and slides his scabbard sword onto it belt hoop and nods in agreement, "The sooner the better than." He exits Pred's abode and heads for his moonocycle and will follow the lead car.
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Hawk heads out the door: "Sounds good to me, let's head to Tacoma"
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Your team piles out of Predator's home, boarding your respective vehicles. After a drive, you reach the Cathode Glow.
The Cathode Glow looks like it’s been around for at least fifty years and has been going downhill for forty-nine of them. As you walk in the front door, you can feel the crawly sensation of suspicious glares from all around the room. This looks like the kind of place where old hackers go to die. There’s ancient computer terminals and old-school cyberdeck equipment attached to the walls, the tables, the bar, and even the floor. You could swear some of it dates back to the previous century—and all of it seems to be in working order. In AR, the place is even weirder— each of the archaic devices is overlaid with bizarre active icon AROs that seem to be alive and watching you. An eyeball on a metal stalk cranes down from the ceiling and regards you dispassionately, followed by a monotone voice that crackles over your speakers: “Help you?”
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Fury leans in toward the eyestalk. "Can I get a glass of milk?"
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Wyrmtongue looks around in wonder through her AR goggles. "Oooh! It is so pretty here!" Looking over at the eyestalk, she says, "Yes, I'd like a beer, and if there is a person here by the name of Zipper, I'd really like an introduction. I've heard he's a real cutie."
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Sugoi is on edge when he enters, "What in heavens is this place?" he says kind of to himself he hops back when the eye comes down on the stalk and asks through the speakers. Everyone orders and than he responds, "Whiskey...." he had better sense and knew not many places served sake....especially old crap holes like this.
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3BB&FL0 I think I'm going to pay a visit to the bar's node
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"Beer, whiskey, and . . . milk. I can do that. the As for Zipper, ya, she's here, but why should I introduce you?"
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Hawk chuckles at the team's mistake on gender.
Can't get em all right...
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Kris takes in the sight of all the old tech, filled with joy as she checks out the old terminals; Old enough that they didn't even accept DNI, you had to do everything manual. She jots down the address as she was sure to stop by here again, she could always use a cool new place to hang out.
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Wyrmtongue smiled, and said, "Because I am in need of a person with certain skills, and I was led to believe that an individual named Zipper would have those skills, and could be found here. My companions are here as bodyguards for myself."
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"You got some nice words, but they don't mean a thing. How do I know you aren't planning something bad, eh?"
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"Because if I was going to cause trouble, do you really think I would have come in so openly, and asked for Zipper? I'm a shaman, in need of the services of someone more familiar with the Matrix. Now, can you please introduce me to Zipper? Or should I look for someone else to do business with?"
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"Maybe make it worth my while, and we'll see if Zipper's here."
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Wyrmtongue shook her head. "Oh no, no, no. I simply couldn't pay for the chance that she might be here. That won't do at all. No, I'm afraid that if she doesn't want to conduct business, I'll have to go elsewhere for my needs. And then of course I'd have to explain to the Choson Ring that this establishment is obstructing their business. Very sad, very sad. Or, you can get me in to see Zipper, in the flesh, and at the conclusion of my business, I can give you a vial of naga venom."
Negotiation: 14d6.hits(5)=7 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3346845/)
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"Whoa whoa, I don't want any trouble with the Ring. She's in the corner over there. The one with the short hair and the jacket. And I'll have your drinks ready soon. On the house, of course." The stalk quickly retreats.
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"Thank you." Wyrmtongue turned to beam at the others for a moment, before heading over to where Zipper was sitting. She cleared her throat once, and said, "Pardon me, but are you the one they call Zipper?"
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The dwarf responds without turning to face you. "Depends on who's asking. Whatever it is, make it quick. I'm in the middle of something with my friend here." She nods to another dwarf sitting on the opposite side of her. If one was viewing the table in AR, they'd see the two were playing a game on their commlinks.
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Wyrmtongue smiled at Zipper, looking the dwarf over. "You recently contacted a mutual acquaintance about some rare items that had recently come on the market. Perhaps there is someplace private we could speak?"
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Zipper turns to face Wyrmtongue with a questioning look. "Mutual acquaintance? Who exactly are you talkin' about? I've . . . uh . . . been out of town for the last week or so." The dwarf shifts slightly, nervously avoiding Wyrmtongue's eyes. "I just got back today. Ask my friend here, she'll vouch for me."
Do the rest of you want to do anything while Wyrm is speaking?
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((Nah...I'll just Sugoi just hold behind Wyrm about 6ft away or so to not spook whoever he's speaking with.))
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Wyrmtongue leaned close to Zipper's ear, not seeming to care if this made the dwarf nervous or not. She whispers softly, so that Zipper is the only one who can hear, "Oh my dear, I know you sent word to Nabo about certain musical artifacts being for sale. Now, why don't we go someplace nice and private and chat. I'm sure I can make it worth your while." And, for just a moment, her tongue slips out, licking Zipper's ear.
Con (Seduction) 20d6.hits(5)=8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3349036/)
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She recoils from the touch. "Whoa. Cool your jets, elf-girl. I'm not into that sorta thing. Get away from me, weirdos"
Let me get a quick head count, who's inside and who's outside?
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Sugoi is inside about 6ft or so away from Wyrm to give him room to do his thing also not to spook Zipper....but he thinks Wyrm is taking care of that. He looks looks aorund a bit and periodically back at Wyrm's direction.
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Wyrmtongue seemed unphased, but the look on her face was distinctly predatory, still whispering for only Zipper to hear. "I am sorry you see it that way. Perhaps this is more to your liking?" Wyrmtongue shifted her jacket slightly, to reveal the pair of Predators. "Of course, I could just reach in there and take everything out of your head. I didn't want to use magic, but if you leave me no choice, I may get annoyed enough to... change things around in there when I'm done. Would you like to suddenly be attracted to nothing but male trolls?"
Intimidation: 13d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3349432/)
And I'm inside, obviously.
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Predator takes a small sip from a drink, keeping a close eye and ear on the situation between Wyrmtongue and Zipper and staying ready in case drek hits the fan. Noting the movement of Wyrmtongue revealing the weapons to Zipper, she slides her hand casually into her jacket, placing it on the grip of her HK227 to be ready for trouble.
She would most likely have attempted to get no more than two tables away from Zipper's booth/table. She also uses vision magnification to 'zoom in' on Zipper to prep for a good shot if the person gets to aggressive.
Do I need to make some kind of check to keep this stuff "subtle" and unnoticed?
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Fury stands just behind Wyrm, and cracks his knuckles menacingly.
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I was going to say Hawk is oustide, but i've already place him inside. So, he's inside, close enough to watch, but not involved in the discussion.
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Zipper takes a quick glance at Wyrmtongue's guns, suddenly at attention. "Hey hey, all right, jeez. I'm not gettin' paid enough for this. Listen, the guy you want is Kerwin Loomis, a friend of mine. He asked me to send out the emails to scope out any buyers." She stops talking for a moment, just staring at Wyrmtongue. "He runs a bar called the Coda. You'll probably find him there."
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Wyrmtongue smiled at Zipper. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Now you do know that if I find you're lying, I'll have to come and find you again, yes?" She leaned in to give Zipper a kiss on the cheek. "Be seeing you, hon." With that, she turned, and nodded to the others as she headed towards the door.
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Seeing Wyrmtongue heading for the door, Predator gives a couple of minutes before standing up and heading out herself. She goes straight to her vehicle and climbs in before sending Wyrmtongue a message, "So, what's next?"
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Sending a message to the whole group, Wyrmtongue said, "Zipper is just a middleman. The person selling the disk is a guy named Kerwin Loomis, owns a bar named the Coda. If our hackers could find out everything about him, that will give us an edge in 'asking' for the disk."
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Nekoyasha says to himself, hmmm wonder what can be found on this Loomis dude?
Trix search for Kerwin Loomis
data search 4 + browse 3 + neocortial 1= 8
8d6 1,2,3,4,4,5,5,5= 3 hits
7d6 1,2,4,6,6,6,6= 4 hits
6d6 2,3,3,3,4,6= 1 hits
think i quit before i glitch the whole thing
search for bar named Coda
data search 4 + browse 3 + neocortial 1= 8
8d6 1,1,2,4,5,5,6,6= 4 hits
7d6 1,3,3,3,5,6,6= 3 hits
6d6 1,1,3,3,4,6= 1 hit
looks like 6 hours of looking?
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"Roger that." Predator sends back as she starts up the vehicle, "It may take a few days to get the information on this guy, so it'd be best if we waited to go to this Coda." With that she throws the Rover in gear and pulls out of the parking lot to return home.
As she drives along, she places a quick call to Tesoki saying, "Hey, I could use a favor. Meet me at my place?"
OOC: Before she starts searching herself, she'll ask him for help in getting information on the 'Kerwin Loomis' person--if he thinks he could help without jeopardizing his job.
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Kris decides to do some searching of her own..
Browse for Kerwin Loomis: 9d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3349987/)
I'll trade for two hits on Coda, I'msure we just need the address.
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@ Predator
"Hai. I'll meet you there soon. What is it that you need?"
@ Kris
A quick search provides the address.
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Predator shoots back a response, "I'll let you know when we get to my place." Once she gets home and Tesoki arrives, she gives him a hug before pulling back and pouring a couple of drinks saying, "You know, I don't like asking for too much, but I need some information on someone." She writes down the name on a scratch pad on the counter and slides it toward him.
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"Kerwin . . . Loomis. What exactly is it you want to know?"
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Hawk sends out a message. @team: Anyone know anything about this bar, or where it's at?
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Moving around to sit beside Tesoki, Predator sips her drink and says, "Well, anything that we can get our hands on really, but especially why the person would go to the trouble of stealing a really old music data disk. It isn't like many people these days have the right stuff to play the old ones." With that her eyes kind of flick ironically to her own old disk player before she returns full attention to the man beside her.
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"I'll do what I can. Knowing you, I probably won't find anything you don't know already, but anything for you. But that can wait. Tell me how your day was."
Predator and Tesoki spend some time together, so we'll come back to her after some others post.
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Sugoi has heard or seen this bar, Coda and ponders for a moment....
Area Knowledge: Seattle (4d6.hits(5)=1) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3351771/)
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Sugoi remembers that the Coda is pretty rundown, and counts itself among other failing or failed storefronts. Some of its neighbors include an abandoned barber to it's left and a junkyard to it's right.
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Sugoi exits with Wyrmtongue, "Cado...I think i know of the place. It's next to a junkyard and like it's neighbor...it's a junk place form what I have heard."
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Hawk grins: "Sounds like our kind of place."
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Fury nods. "Let's roll."
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Wyrmtongue nods to Sugoi. "Then let's head out there. The sooner we find out where the disk is, the sooner we all get paid."
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"Indeed." Gets over to his hot ass bike, revs the engine up and goes off to Cado with the crew.
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With Loomis' location in hand, you and the team head out.
Look in the dictionary for the definition of “dive bar” and it’ll have a picture of the Coda. Located in a building that looks like it should have been condemned ten years ago, a neon sign above the door proclaims it to be the “C-da.” The huddle of chipheads squatting in the doorway tells you that you’re not going to be in for a five-star experience. Don’t step in the puddles of vomit as you go inside.
Btw, it's Coda. Not Cado.
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Once inside the club with the others Kris takes a look around. She also subscribes her persona to the public node, if any, to access the AR, drinks and food that the place may offer. She knew they were here on business, but may as well look the part.
Perception: 6d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3355200/)
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Inside the bar, Kris spots someone behind the bar, being accosted by several men in business suits.
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Sugoi pulls into the side street and parks, he looks around as the others come following. Kris wasted no time and was already at the door. He quickly adjusted himself and his sheathed katana and would go in soon after and walked over to Kris, "See anything of interest?"
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Stepping in after Sugoi, Wyrmtongue looked around in wonder. "People come here, of their own choice? Why, when Club Penumbra is so much cleaner?" The elf she was pretending to be shook her head, before looking over to the others, wishing to see what they would do.
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Hawk glances around: "Superficial differences, that's all."
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The men in business suits notice you come in. "Hey. The place is closed. Get out of here, if you know whats good for ya."
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Looking at the men in suits, Wyrmtongue shakes her head. "Now, now. That is no way to talk. We just need to have a quick chat with someone, and we'll be on our way. Why don't you just take a seat, and maybe we can find something to entertain you with later on, hmm?"
Negotiation: 14d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3359408/)
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Fury stands behind Wyrmtongue, tilting his head to the side and giving off a sickening crack from his neck.
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The lead man of 5, a human, turns around to face Wyrmtongue, producing an AK-97 from his suit jacket. "Last chance, slitch. You and your friends leave and we don't hurt you. Stay and . . . I can't guarantee you'll leave this dump alive." He motions with a hand to some of his men. 3 of the other men, also humans, turn to face you, producing several Colt Manhunters from within their own jackets. The last man, an orc, maintains his watch on the man behind the bar.
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"Oh dear, you seem to have misunderstood me." There was no warning, just a spell coming down like a hammer upon all the men, including the one cowering against the wall. "I wasn't giving you a choice." The spell was not one that would be found in the arsenal of most combat mages, but the Orgy spell was one of Wyrmtongue's favorite for dealing with 'problems' like this, especially with backup to help out with any that manage to resist.
Orgy, force 10. 12d6.hits(5)=7 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3360257/)
Realistic Mana illusion, resisted by Willpower+Counterspelling, if any. All subjects of the spell take a penalty on ALL actions equal to the net hits as they "gasp and gush". At DM's discretion, characters who take more net hits than their Willpower may be completely incapacitated and preoccupied.
Roll to soak 5P drain.
12d6.hits(5)=5 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3360258/)
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Everyone but the Ork seems to have started gasping and moaning, some even fondling themselves.
The Ork turned to face Wyrmtongue. "Well well. A mage. You have that spell as well, eh?" He cracks his knuckles and his neck, exhaling as he does. "It's been a while since I've had a good magic battle. Though I think I'll have to stop this thing you're doing to my associates."
When it's his turn, of course.
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Kris gets her hand on her machine pistol, getting ready for anything nasty that may come ahead.
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Sugoi steps in front of the human with the AK and shakes his head no, hand on the hilt of his sword.
((Full Defense, Free action, move in front of AK human, hoping I'm not jumping ahead here.))
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Simple Action to activate Elemental Strike (Light). Lasts 6 turns.
9 dice pool on Quick Draw test --> 4 hits. (Nice!)
Therefore, Simple Action to draw pistol and fire.
13 dice pool on Pistols (assuming I'm not close enough for the "target point-blank" bonus) --> 2 hits (Not so nice!)
Fury's hands and forearms erupt with ripples of shimmering light, just before he pulls his Warhawk out of its holster and fires a shot at the mage in one swift movement.
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Reaction 3 - 3d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3365456/)
The bullet narrowly misses the Ork, the mage barely managing to dodge the bullet.
Now it's my turn. 8)
Still in the throes of the Orgy spell, the Lt. tries to resist.
Willpower - 5d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3365472/)
But only continues to moan and fondle himself.
Quickly recovering from the attempt on his life, the mage stands erect, raising his arms to dispel Wyrmtongue's magic.
Counterspell + Magic vs. Force + Magic.
10d6.hits(5)=6 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3365517/)
I'll wait for Mirikon to make his role before continuing
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15d6.hits(5)=6 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3365598/)
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The Ork mage fails to dispel the magic.
And the Human grunts continue to fondle themselves as well.
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Kris decides to geek the mage. She quickly draws her weapon as she tries to put some bullets into the most apparent threat.
Simple action draw weapon
Simple action fire burst fire shot 11d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3366042/) wide spread -3 to dodge
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Kris' machine pistol fires it's wide burst, and the Ork mage takes a few hits.
I'll just let it go, since my reaction is useless at this point.
mDV is 6, against armor 8, so stun dmg.
DMG resist - Body 4 + Armor 8 : 12d6.hits(5)=8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3366321/)
Fortunately for the Ork, his armor is worth the money he paid for it, the rounds failing to penetrate or even cause any lasting harm.
"That the best you got, little elf?"
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"I'd rather not resort to such things, but...." Hawk stares at the ork mage as a bolt of lightning flashes outward.
15d6 Spellcasting: 8 hits (only 6 can count though).
Drain Resist 10d6: 4 hits vs 6 Drain Value= 2 Boxes of Stun damage taken
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The ork throws out his hand, dissipating the bolt before it landed.
Reaction 3 + Counterspell 5 - 8d6.hits(5)=7 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3369120/)
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Wyrmtongue shook her head. To the others, she said, "Forget the others, take down the mage!" She drew one of her predators, from her belt, and fired. However, it seemed the strain of holding the other spell in place was taking a toll on her abilities.
Simple action to draw weapon, simple action to fire.
7d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3369002/)
If, by some miracle, that hits, using ExEx ammo, so 6P, -2 AP.
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Wyrmtongue's added fire only manages to inflict a grazing hit against the Ork.
Reaction 3 - Defending from last action 1 - 2d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3369067/)
Also, Mirikon, can you roll to see if you maintain the spell. I'd let it go, but you're already maintaining the shapeshift spell in addition to the Orgy spell, and now you're firing a gun. Spellcasting + Willpower (5)
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Well, the sustaining focus is sustaining my shapeshifting spell. And on page 184 of SR4A, it lists the test to maintain concentration as Spellcasting+Willpower(2). Where did the (5) come from?
10d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3369127/)
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sorry, I was coming off a nap when I read that. My eyes were a little groggy. In any case, I think Pyro is up next.
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Sugoi sees that this might be more of a cinch than anticipated, pops his sword out of the sheath and in a fluid motion draws and cuts at the man with the AK.
Quick Draw, Threshold 2 (11d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3366312/)
Adding Edge. Slicing and Dicing the man with the AK. (20d6.hitsopen(5,6)=8) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3366315/)
Reach will be -1 to his dodge.
Base DMG: 6P, -1 AP
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the force of the spell pretty much denies him any chance of dodging, so it's an automatic hit. So mDV would be 14, against AV of 3. So congrats. Pretty much an insta-kill.
The slash slices the man from his hip to his shoulder, and he falls to the ground a lifeless heap of flesh.
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Father Fury unleashes a volley of punches at the ork mage, which flash with light at each blow.
No situational modifies as far as I can tell, so 18 dice pool --> 10 hits
Base damage value of 9P, resisted by half impact armor
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Reaction 3 - Defending from last action 1 - 2d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3372422/)
mDV 18 against 3. . . . Well, even if I managed to roll nothing but hits, I'm dead anyway.
The brutal flurry from Fury downs the mage for good.
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With the Ork and Human killed, it was a trifle for your team to dispatch the remaining goons. The five bodies lay broken and bloodied. Behind the bar, a man poked his head up, asking "Is it over?"
It isn't hard to figure out that the cowering figure of a man is Kerwin Loomis, owner of the Coda and the man you're here to find.
Take some time, loot the bodies.
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Father Fury mutters a short blessing over the bodies (or what's left of them) as his teammates search their pockets.
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A quick session of looting nets you an AK-97, 5 Colt Manhunters, several magazines of ammo, damaged armor jackets and lined coats, and their commlinks.
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Wyrmtongue moved to Lewis as she slipped the Predator back into her belt. Let the others handle the business of looting the bodies. It would make for a good backdrop to the conversation with Loomis. "Now, Kerwin Loomis, we need to have a bit of a chat. And I believe you know what it is about, hmm?"
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The relief in his eyes turns to fear. "Oh god, not you people too. Look, like I said to those guys you just killed, I don't know what you're looking for. I just run a bar." Loomis looks around. "And as you can see, not all that well."
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Wyrmtongue shook her head. "Loomis, you're just making this harder on yourself. You hired a hacker to spread the word about a sale of a very rare item. We already got to her, which is why we're here. Now, why don't you tell me everything you know about that item, hmm?"
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"You want the damn disk? Fine. You can have the damn thing. I'd rather not lose my life for some stupid heirloom my father left me." He reaches down under the bar, coming back up with the disk in his hand. "But this doesn't leave my hand for anything less than 500 nuyen. Deal?"
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Wyrmtongue shook her head. "Now, now. That won't do at all. We'll take the disk off your hands for the cost of the bullets we would otherwise use putting you in the ground. Or, I can provide... other services. But you will not be getting more than fifty nuyen for that disk."
Negotiation:
14d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3378235/)
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"I'll go as low as 100 nuyen. I think I deserve that much, at least. Cover some of the costs you did to my bar."
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Hawk glances around the bar before winking: "Just a matter of defending ourselves."
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"Good one. If I recall, you guys shot first."
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"We believe in proactive self-defense. And if we were really going to mess with your bar, I would have summoned spirits to aid us." Despite the words, Wyrmtongue transfered the 100 nuyen, holding out her hand for the disk.
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Loomis quickly checked his accounts. "All right. Here's the damn disk. No offense, but get the hell out of my bar."
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Wyrmtongue nodded, pocketing the disk. "Thank you." She nodded to the others, and turned, heading out the door. So far, so good. Now they just had to drop off the disk, and get paid.
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Sugoi sheaths his sword and bows to Loomis for making the right decision as he hands it over to Wyrm, walks with Wyrm assuming we all exit.
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Congratulations are in order, chummers. Looks like the jobs going well, for the most part. You've got the disk, and no one you know is dead. Now it's time to deliver it and get paid. Call up the Johnson, and set up a meeting. Nineteen thousand nuyen await.
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Getting back in her cab, Wyrmtongue makes the call to let the Johnson know they have the disk, and set up a time for the meet.
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The call goes directly to voicemail. "I'm busy at the moment. I'll return this call as soon as I possibly can. Have a nice day."
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Wyrmtongue hisses, and says over the team channel, "Well, our Johnson's comm is just taking messages. So let's all go back to my place for a couple drinks while we relax, yeah?"
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nekoyaha sends a text would love too. can somebody get my drone out of preds place?
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*Sugoi nods at Wyrm* "Sounds like a idea." He walks over to his bike and gets preppped to go. He figures Pred would probably be able to handle Neko's drone.
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About an hour later, you and the team reconvene at Wyrmtongue's home.
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Wyrmtongue's apartment is, in a word, a far cry from what most people would expect of a runner's lifestyle. The furniture is all 'troll-sized', and tends to include a wide assortment of high-backed chairs and couches. The dining room table is bare, and does not look well used. In the kitchen, there are seven white hares in a cage, and while there isn't anything in the way of food in the fridge (except a bit of feed for the rabbits), there is a healthy supply of things to drink. The walls are covered in art by prominent naga artists. By the (very expensive) trideo stereo system, there is a box containing ten optical chips.
Wyrmtongue is once again wearing his real face, having tired of pretending to be the elf woman for the time being. He is coiled in the center of the room, draping himself over a chair back to look at the others. "I admit, it isssn't much, but I do what I can."
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Hawk glances around the apartment.
"It isn't exactly my style, but to each his own I suppose."
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*he looks around, and reminds him of his place with the difference of it being more plain and no rabbit. He goes over to the hares, "Your pets?"
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Wyrmtongue chuckled, and shook his head. "My meals. I prefer my food to be still alive when it goes down. When I'm wearing my disguise, I eat like normal people, but when I'm at home, I have a rabbit or two. The maid cleans the cages and takes the bones away at the end of the week. If you're hungry, I can have someone deliver, though."
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Sugoi steps back a bit, and just goes over to a bare wall and awaits for the johnson to callback.
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A few hours later, Wyrmtongue receives a call from Mr. Johnson. "I assume you called because you have the package?"
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Sugoi is in relief that Wyrmtongue is in contact with the person johnson, he has come across issues where the johnson never got back to him and had to drop a couple missions prior because of it.
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Wyrmtongue (once more in his elven male form and clothed) nods. "Yes, we've got the package, and are ready to get paid."
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Predator is leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. As Wyrmtongue speaks with the Johnson, she gives a bit of a nod.
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"Wonderful. Provide me your address and I'll send a limousine for you and your associates. It's the least I could do."
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Wyrmtongue provides the address of a nearby bar for the limo to meet them at, at the same time sending the information to the rest of the team. He might not be familiar with all the protocols of the shadows, but showing someone who wasn't on the team his residence didn't seem like a bright move.
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"All right, I'll meet you guys at that bar." With that, she turns and heads for the door to go to her vehicle.
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Wyrmtongue nodded to the others, letting them empty out of his apartment, before locking the door behind them, so they could all get to the meet. It was time to get paid.
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Having assembled at the provided location, it's only ten minutes before the limousine inside. As you and your team enter, you're surprised at the sheer swank of it. Velvet lines the insides, while the seats are made of rich Corinthian Leather. There's even a complementary bar, at least you assume it's complementary. The drive itself isn't that long, and soon you arrive at Infinity, the original meeting place.
You're quickly guided once more to the Blue Room, where Mr. Johnson sits, smoking a cigar. He smiles when you enter the room. "Hello once more. Do you have the disk?"
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Wyrmtongue reaches into his jacket pocket, and shows the disk, setting it down on the table halfway between himself and Mr. Johnson. "As promised. You have the rest of our money, I trust?" This run hadn't been particularly difficult, but he still wanted to get the money, and start looking for the next one. This running thing wasn't too hard!
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Hawk glances around at the limo on the ride to the Blue Room, lightly running a finger along the seats.
This Johnson must have deeper pockets than I thought... so why'd he give us this small-time job?
When they arrived at the Blue Room, Hawk again sat quietly in his chair, observing the meeting without comment.
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"Indeed I do. In fact, my employer was so impressed, he's authorized an extra 5000 nuyen as a bonus. There may even be the chance of future employment with your team, but for now, relax. Let's have a drink, shall we? I'm buying."
Well, that's the mission. I had hoped to do some of the other stuff inside it, but oh well. Anyway, reward time.
Money: The team gets a total of 29k Nuyen. Enjoy.
Karma: You each get 15 karma. Would be more, but again.
Contact: Darius St. George (Mr. Johnson) Connection 3/ Loyalty 2 : In Seattle, Darius St. George is probably one of the most influential trolls you’ve never heard of. Flamboyant, cheerful, and utterly ruthless when it comes to searching out talent for his record labels, Darius prefers to do business behind the scenes. He presents himself to the world as a hedonistic dilettante who likes to hang around popular clubs and soak up the latest underground sounds. If he likes what he hears, he’ll stop at nothing to sign and promote a new band, and he’s got a good ear and a proven track record for potential hits. On the side (about which he’s even more closemouthed than he is about his other affiliations), he works as an agent for a mysterious employer, at whose behest he arranges to have various jobs performed—usually by shadowrunners. No one is sure if he even knows the identity of this secretive employer, but he’s certainly not talking about it either way.
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Wyrmtongue smiled, and passed everyone their cut, before sitting down to take a drink. "Why not? A few drinks never hurt anyone."
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Sugoi was stunned by the inside of the meet, once everything transpired, he'd bow and walk off with the team, "Well looking forward to some future running with you guys."
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Predator looks around at the assembled team members as the Johnson hands over their pay and says, "I think we did pretty well for the first mission we did in this team. I look forward to working with you all again." With that, she gives a smile and orders a drink since the Johnson oh-so-kindly offered to buy.