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« Reply #195 on: <06-30-14/1313:52> »
Zach freaks out, filling his lungs with fresh air, almost slipping on the spilled blood. His own blood. He blinks in disbelief, grabing his chest in the place his armor is torn apart and the brutal scar reamains...wel its nothing more than a scar suddenly...he feels that propper healing woud take a bit more, as particles of pain circulates his veins around the wound, itching weird and reviving the memory of the wound in his mind, well he was able to move. And to fight.

HOW THE FUCK?!? He stares at Storm with awe.
I owe you one life, witch... he pronounces the last word quite carefully, trying not to insult Asatru.
The abomination was waiting for us. I may have underestimated it a bit. My mistake. Well by the wa it moved...there was something behind this. We hit the right spot.
Zach takes his gun and commlink from the ground, meeting Stakes eyes on the way...
So much for sneaking around, huh... he grins sarcasticaly
..but at least I`ve located the threat, as I`ve promissed. Thank you for being here this fast.
He checks the gun, getting ready for further advance.
I guess it would be this way...
he turns to point his gun on the doors to the operating room as he speaks...
"Ready to finish this?"

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« Reply #196 on: <07-02-14/0849:39> »
”So you’ve done. And I have the feeling they were already waiting for us, so stealth was only an option up until the top floor.” Stake nodded to Zach and drew his own gun. ”Let’s not wait for security response, shall we?” He drew level with Zach and started for the door at the same time.
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« Reply #197 on: <07-07-14/0839:29> »
Witch. I kinda like that.

Storm offers Zach her hand to help him stand.

"Damn right. Time to end this."

Storm quickly summons a Valkyrie to protect the team as they clear the rest of the building.

Summon F6 Spirit of Man: Summoning(7)+Magic(4)+Power Focus(4)+Specialization(2)-Sustaining(3) (14d6.hits(5)=5)
Optional Powers: Innate spell: Detect Enemies, Extended; Innate spell: Healing

Summon Resist(6) (6d6.hits(5)=2) 3 Services

Drain(4) Resist: Cha(11)+Wil(9) (20d6.hits(5)=5) no drain

Noble Valkyrie, I ask that you use your power to detect enemies in the building and alert me to anyone looking to harm us.

Storm joins the rest of the team as they walk towards the door.

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« Reply #198 on: <07-08-14/1352:26> »
@Storm:
Your Valkyrie shimmers into existence on the material plane in front of you and nods her head in acknowledgment.  She concentrates her spell, and in a few seconds she opens her eyes and speaks.  "I have found no one who would mean you harm in this building or nearby." 

@Everyone:
One of you holds the swinging doors of the operating room open while the other two move in, it is bare and quite dusty and it looks like it was cleared out and abandoned long ago. On the far side of the room as Storm and Zach had seen before, is an open airlock door through which you can see a room on the other side filled with functioning tech and computer terminals. 

As you make your way closer, Storm's spirit indicates to her that it can go no further due to an astral barrier and she stands outside its periphery.  Storm also temporarily deactivates her foci in order to move through.  You can now see more clearly inside and the room is maybe about 25mx10m and the walls are all lined with 4 rows of drone racks, all filled with more than one hunderd of the familiar roto-drones that have attacked you so many times, all of them powered down and deactivated.  The same goes for one corner of the racks that are holding perhaps 10 deactivated identical models of the familiar female android who stood in as the fake Johnson when you got ambushed at the meet at the Puyallup Lodge.  They all look rather uncanny hanging there motionless with their eyes open and different panels opened up along their flesh exposing ports that are connected to various charging wires and fiber-optic cables.  You also notice a motionless long mechanical arm along with a hatch in the ceiling that seems to be the mechanism which deploys the drones.

Seeing no movement or immediate threats you move fully into the room and scan it.  Two large computer terminals sit in the middle and several display screens show a variety of diagnostic outputs as well as numerous camera feeds.  One particular camera feed window does show to be monitoring a man in a hospital bed who looks comatose, the caption underneath the feed says "Marshall T. Goodman.  Rm. 205 Tacoma Veterans Hospital." 
 
You also notice one small window displaying the Horizon News Network feed and another display shows SIN mugshots of various individuals, some of them flashing red indicating that they have been terminated. 

@Storm:
Peering in astral space you don't pick up any emotional content, as if no living creature had been in here for a very long time and the only signature you see is the pink glow through the door of the ward.

@Stake:
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If you want to interface with the rather foreign looking computer system through the manual interface roll a meat-space Hacking + Logic [Mental] test.  Otherwise you do see a universal connector jack alongside the terminal interface. 
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« Reply #199 on: <07-08-14/1511:43> »
Zach takes the position at the right flank, loading the grenade launcher on hos XM30 and checking the belt for EMP grenades. Assault riffle seems more apropriate for threat like this. He observes the scene...

Stake? What the hell are we looking at?

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« Reply #200 on: <07-10-14/0707:27> »
Stake never was afraid of Code but he felt an unusual wariness in the presence of all the tech inside the room. A hundred roto-drones meant a hundred guns that might spray death at them at a moment’s notice, ten of those androids he remembered from the initial recording he received from Storm could wreak unimaginable havoc. He eyed the interface and the UDC and answered Zach somewhat absent-mindedly. ”I don’t know… yet. But I will. Watch my six while I try something.”
He went to the controls and tried to ascertain their individual functions, to get the information he needed without the need for jacking in. He already stored a close visual recording of the mugshots. He kept half an eye on the HNN screen, if they broadcast anything about the TVH in there.

So, Mr. Goodman, how are we today? He stole a glimpse of the man a few times. Goodman seemed to be so peaceful from the outside, so harmless in his comatose state. But looks could be very deceiving, so he didn’t let it distract him from the controls.
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« Reply #201 on: <07-12-14/1909:54> »
Storm peers at the mugshots to try and see if any of them are faces that she recognizes. Hopefully the list doesn't include her own!

She keeps a wary eye on the whole room, prepared to launch an electrical storm on the computers and drones if the situation warrants it.

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« Reply #202 on: <07-13-14/0605:11> »
Zach stnads back, weapúon at ready, his senses, both natural and mystical tuned to red alert. If anything is about to happen here, he is ready to face it with optimal response. His fresh experience with staring death in the eye meant a lot...at least to focus on the actual situation and use everything possible to get advantage. Everything except tech stuff, as it seems nothing is safe in the close vincinity of Good Deadman.

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« Reply #203 on: <08-19-14/1922:29> »
@Stake:

The system has a rather unorthodox architecture but it isn't anything that you can't navigate your way around. With direct access to the manual terminal you are easily able to slip past the system's firewalls without having to interface with your cyberdeck.

You quickly break open access to a massive archive and with a flutter of your fingers across the black plastic illuminated keypads you begin a browse for relevant information.  It's plain to see that whoever ran this system didn't intend for outsiders to obtain manual access and all of the heavy security is focused against intruders entering in from the matrix. 

Aside from all of the operations protocols for the fleet of drones you find only two other items of interest: an archive of dossiers on more than two hundred different shadowrunners, your own names included; and an archive of media files looking to be visual footage.  Not wasting any time you crack into the video footage and the first file begins playing on the overhead monitors:

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The terminal screens on the computer system light up suddenly almost making you pull the triggers on your readied weapons.  You hear a smooth lucid voice of a women who can't be more than 25 years old.

"Personal research log, October 3rd, 2072, 02:30AM, Dr. Tara Lowenstein."  A stunning red headed young woman with glasses and a white lab coat is speaking directly into a camera, surrounded by computer terminals looking similar to the one you are presently exploring.  You vaguely make out a NeoNet logo emblazoned on a far wall of a cutting-edge laboratory she appears to be in.  She looks giddy as if there was some exciting news that she couldn't wait to share. "Project Boot Camp just cleared phase 3.  What does that mean Req?"  She turns up to look slightly off camera and a somewhat monotonic but lucid disembodied voice responds.  "Phase 3 clearance indicates organic soldier units may finally be interfaced into full Boot Camp beta operational virtual skill acquisition learning modules."

She giggles. "English chummer!  Geez Req, remind me to swap out your linguasoft for something a little less pretentious.  What my dear virtual lab-assistant Requiem means to say is real soldiers will begin to test the Boot Camp UV combat training course as soon as UCAS Military sends over the platoon of trainees.  NeoNet with my approval has already selected the candidates, real rookies who stand to benefit most from the accelerated training program!"

The disembodied voice changes its tone to something more expressive.  "This is good news indeed Dr. Lowenstein."

Stake plays the second file:
"Personal research log, October 15th, 2072, 08:30AM, Dr. Tara Lowenstein." The same woman stands in front of the camera wearing the same glasses and white lab coat.  She is accompanied by two smiling young men in UCAS military fatigues and neither one of them can be more than 20 years old. "Good morning, these two young men have been training since the break of dawn and I thought what better way to document the success of Project Boot Camp's beta implementation than to hear it from the the mouths of the trainee's themselves.  I have with me Pvt. Maddox and Lt. Goodman." They both nod at the camera.  "Tell me gentlemen, and be brutally honest, how do you feel about your last two weeks of training?" The young man who was identified as Lt. Goodman answers first.  "Sore as hell, but training has been amazing!  We've covered all terrains, from the jungles of Aztlan to the Athabaskan tundras and all from the safety of this laboratory!."  Pvt. Maddox adds, "We've also got the muscle mass to show for it.  I've put on 10 lbs. in just two weeks and its all muscle, just from sitting in a chair.  I feel far more agile and my combat senses are honed yet we've been sitting here the whole time."  Dr. Lowenstein looks back in to the camera. "There you have it.  I could bore you with the details of the project evaluation statistics, but at the end of the day here's the real evaluation from the ladies and gentlemen that matter the most.  Thank you gentlemen."

Wanting to know more stake plays the third file:
"Personal research log, October 26th, 2072, 07:30AM, Dr. Tara Lowenstein." This time she has lost the glasses and the lab coat and is wearing a top of the line Berwick business suit.  You could tell she was beautiful with her nerd gear on, but dressed like this you have a hard time not staring. "Req, you there buddy?  I think I'm gonna pee my pants I'm so nervous." The disembodied voice responds in it's more human-like linguasoft. "Despite the fact that I cannot technically BE anywhere, you can consider me right by your side Dr. Lowenstein, every step of the way." She smiles and brushes aside a loose strand of red hair. "Well, we did it, today's the big day, and the day I hate the most.  NeoNet has invited UCAS military representatives, along with special envoys from a handful of other countries.  Today's the day where they pitch Project Boot Camp to the customers and see if they bite.  Even though NeoNet can be mighty...persuasive, at the end of the day it's results that count.  A fully functional training exercise with living soldiers is the only thing that'll seal the deal.  But we're ready to deliver, right Req?"  The AI responds.  "I have personally run every diagnostic we have on every sub-system and the Boot Camp is running even better than during our weeks of beta testing."  Dr. Lowenstein smiles and crosses her fingers in front of the camera. "Well here I go to the demo room.  Keep the champaign on ice Req and if the Great Ghost is good to us we'll be popping it open in about 50 min."

A final file recorded only about 30 min after the previous one is all that's left:
"Personal research log, October 26th, 2072, 07:50AM, Dr. Tara Lowenstein." She looks pale and speaks very slowly fighting back tears. "I slipped in here to record this, because it's the safest place to keep this information.  I don't know what happened.  The whole platoon, all comatose, Maddox and Goodman among them. The training exercise fried their synapses with simsense overload.  UCAS walked out of the deal, no contract, so did everyone else.  Requiem says he spotted a matrix intruder, but all he found was a log-off.  He's investigating right now who's responsible, but in the eyes of NeoNet, this was all my fault.  I don't know what's going to happen to me or the project, but suffice to say I will lose my job......or worse.  Whoever sees this, I am releasing my loyal assistant Requiem before they can put the axe to all of......" Suddenly a sound can be heard from the far side of the lab and she looks around startled.  Before you even have a chance to try to spot something through the camera feed, the lights go off and the recording ends.

The screens all go blank and silence pervades the room again.
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« Reply #204 on: <08-20-14/1704:45> »
Zach stares at the laying body.
So...another bunch of toy soldiers wasted, another corp milspec experiment failed. You know what I think? I think that if that crazy bitch used that technology to cure paraplegics or heal crippled vets, to teach people from the street medicine and some usefull technical skills or agriculture, no shadowrunner worth that name would be after her and her research and she would have her facility protected by those who care, so no terorrist can harm the research. Sure, no corp would sponsor it, I guess. So here we go again. Live by the sword, die by the sword. No matter if you carry the weapon or if you are just a good blacksmith.
Zach spits on the ground...
I bet its this Requiem slave, who keeps us occupied.
What do you think, Stake? Would it be enought to blow this place to hell to get rid of it? I think insane metasapients are difficult to bargain with...unless we find the girl and she is capable of stopping it...

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« Reply #205 on: <08-21-14/0732:31> »
“In what kind of ideal utopia do you think we live in, Zach?” Stake was taken aback by the ork’s words. “Would be great if it worked your way, but it ain’t. If she had intended it for medical purposes, military would’ve used it for advanced battlefield treatment first. If she intended it for teaching civil engineering, military would’ve used it first to train their soldiers. Maybe that’s exactly what happened. These days, you can live by the plow and still die by the sword, using your allegory.”

All the while, his fingers flow on the keyboard. He prepped an independent data storage unit from his pocket and slotted it, copying the dossiers and footage. He tried to access the logs, looking for any records pointing at either Lowenstein, or Goodman, or Requiem. ”And I don’t think Requiem is the only one working here. Why would he need any manual interface? There is someone else in the picture, maybe this Doctor Lowenstein, maybe someone else. But before I answer your question, let me look at the system some more. So far, I’ve found archives and drone op protocols. Nothing you can’t recreate on another host.”

Stake tried to come up with every bit of knowledge he had about AIs. Since Emergence, more information was available of their workings than before, when they were only tightly guarded corp secrets. He had to find some indicators of the relationship of the AI and the host here.

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« Reply #206 on: <08-21-14/0759:32> »
See this dust? No footprints here for a long time. No. I think that manual controlls are just relicts from former facility. And if Goodman is vegetable, I don't see anything else but Requiem or this guys separated self having grudge on shadows. Requiem is my bet, seeking revenge for the loss of his home and Lowenstein whatever happened to her. Sad, that his anger is misplaced, targetting the tool instead of its Johnsons master.
And no. I dont believe in utopia. Seen too much of this shit, been around for too long. Still, my point is that if they were forging weapons here, they shouldnt be prepared they became target.
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« Reply #207 on: <08-22-14/0728:24> »
”You may be right. I didn’t catch the dust. And the defensive setup of the host also suggests that whoever built it didn’t think of protecting the server from this direction. But I’m almost sure about Lowenstein at least watching this op. You remember the TL Security Systems? Although it was empty of data, there was an inscription on one of the virtual items part of the décor. It said ‘My dear TL, patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet…’ That was intended for Lowenstein, though I’m just not sure if she was to read it or someone just had to state something for itself.”

Stake worked through talking, even while he continued. ”And it is easy to blame the Johnson for any shadow op. I agree that it is illogical to strike against the tool doing the job and the one mainly responsible for the damage is the one ordering it. But revenge is not about logic. And in case of shadow ops, tools are not mindless items, they are usually willing participants, and they are the ones that can be seen at the front. I can imagine whoever feels the need for revenge will strike at the easily apparent target first.”
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« Reply #208 on: <08-22-14/1110:28> »
Hm...you are right. Revenge is one of the most irrational actions of selfdestruction. You know that lesson about digging two graves, if you set on the path of revenge. I always thought that Metasapients are still based on some kind of logic. It seems the world evolves faster than my knowledge
Well this whole place doesn make sense, it seems completely wrong to me.
If the project went to hell, clean-up party would hardly leave this half dead man here. They killed more people for less than just being the proof of some experiments. Also...hoarding all those drones here. It makes me fell a bit...inconvenient...

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« Reply #209 on: <08-24-14/1625:31> »
Storm looks at her two companions with a look of incredulous disbelief.

In a rare moment of lucidity, Storm speaks. After her outrageous behavior, it almost seems like a different person talking. "You are wrong about revenge being irrational. There is a balance in the world, the ebb and flow of karma, that autocorrects itself. In that balance, we are all but pawns. Revenge, justice, re-balancing the wheel of ka, call it what you will. It is Thor's will that thunder will always follow the lightning.

I will have no moral duty put upon me to avoid the inevitable. Mark my words, whoever is behind this will die. That will be my revenge, in exchange for theirs. The wheel continues to turn."


Her eyes suddenly lose focus and she breaks down into a series of hysterical, high-pitched giggles.

"The mage who created this ward was sloppy. Didn't erase their tracks. We find the mage, it may lead to Lowenstein."

Storm uses her knowledge of [Magical Security Procedures] and [Magical Communities] to see if she can think of anyone that would create such a ward, possibly for hire. The UCAS may even have such a mage on retainer for use at the hospitals. A mage that's more powerful than Storm, as her assensing previously ascertained, would be rare indeed.

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