[SeriousOne338]

{OK in order to keep order, pun in tended, please keep rolls using:Invisible Castle roller and add them to your post in a spoiler, also I will be opening OOC discussion if you need more details or just want to joke around.}

The setting is going to start in Seattle 2072, there has been a marked upswing in some hostilities between UCAS boarder and the Salish over the islands in pugetsound. A call has gone out to UCAS army reserves and the Salish forces have been gather forces as well. Corporate interests in Seattle have been toned down due to the rising hostiles. The now reasonably unemployed runners have begun the usual when there’s not a lot of work drinking, gambling and avoiding the pressgangs from the UCAS army offering free SIN’s for service if hostilities start.
So in short your runners are out of work and hiding from the pressgangs. Drinking in a little known tavern in the Everett Slums know as the Happy Fat Man. Swilling an ale that’s gone a little flat at the bar, watching the vid traffic on an old screen all that’s on is the news. The bar is manned by an old bartender, a fat elf known as Porter. Being a regular here Porter grunts and nudges your mug flicking his eyes at a back table shaded from view by old patched curtain. “Work” it’s a simple word but porters known for saying little.

It’s been week’s sense your last run, money is low as you slide into the curtain off booth. The old warn leather seat creaks a bit beneath your weight across from you sits a bulky troll dressed in a business suit and wearing sunglasses. On table is a vid screen not some holo-display but an old beat-up old screen when you sit down the troll reaches forward and pushes a button on vid screen. The screen flashes on with an image plagued with static making it difficult to see much detail on the face in the screen, it appears to be human, but man or woman is hard it’s hard to tell.

“So you’re the one that Porter says works the hard side of the shadows. I have a job for you if you’re interested? You may call me Alexis.  The job is a small one up to the Islands in search of an old document. I’ve received a bit of intel that tells me this document is in an old sealed vault on Whidbey Island. I am assembling a team to retrieve it. Pays 3,000¥ a head, with an advance of 1,000¥” Says a slightly feminine voice with a hint of Germanic accent.

Feel Free to negotiate for better pay, ask questions. A lot of the details will be supplied in a file that he sends you once you commit to the run.

[Kayzie]

Micky washed his hands thoroughly to get rid of the blood. Five bullets into the upper torso and the guy still walked into Seth' clinic as if he was shopping for a new car.
"Cyber my ass", he thought, "and the idiot Seth only took 500 from the guy. Nice way to ruin your business."
He put on his body armor, still slightly gruntled about Seth,  Jeans, T-Shirt, bullet-proof vest and his old comfy leather jacket should work for getting a drink at the Happy Fat Man. The heavy pistol under his arm pit completing his outfit for the night.

"At least Porter understands that you need money to pay your rent.", he thought as he entered the bar five minutes before the meet. He greeted Porter who pointed to the booth in the back of the bar where a troll in suit and tie was already waiting.
"Hi there", Micky greets the troll. "Name's Micky."

[SeriousOne338]

The Troll in question just gives you a flat stare like he'd had nothing better to do "the boss wants to see you" he says, his voice a low rumble.

[momothefiddler]

Alan slides into a seat next to Mickey, nodding to him slightly. He grimaces slightly as his hands brush an unidentifiable sticky spot on the table, but otherwise stays silent during the presentation.

[All4BigGuns]

Still unused to dives like this place but learning rather quickly the loyalty that staff and fellow patrons sometimes afford each other in places like this, Sidhe looks up as the barkeep mentions the word 'work' and gives a slight nod of thanks. After waiting a couple of minutes, she rises and makes her way toward the troll--making sure to dust off and straighten her genuine leather jacket before she gets there, trying to make a good impression. Once there, she pulls up a chair from a nearby table and gives a nod to the troll and the other individuals sitting at the table, waiting to be acknowledged before taking a seat.

[bangbangtequila]

Yuri walks into the bar, one of the eastern European brands of cigarette notorious for feeling like steel wool going down hanging out of his mouth and filling the surrounding air with the lovely scent of burnt dry leaves. He nods back at porter, taking the glass of rough clear liquor offered, and went to sit beside his compatriots, nodding at Alan but sitting across from him. He listens to the little spiel, paying the hulking muscle no mind - Trolls made a good impression, but 'Ware and bullets made all men equal - and said not a word until she was finished, before asking a question in his low, gravelly voice and mild Russian accent, which renewed the gentle haze of smoke around their table.
"Forgive me Alexis, but only a fool commits to a price before he knows what he is selling, da? Who owns the facility, is transport arranged, will you be recouping losses, all are such things as need to be considered before I can accept. Three thousand, it is a nice pay out for a night at the Casino, but I only get shot at once or twice for that."

At the moment I'll only negotiate for myself, but if any of you would like to use mine for your benefit, I'd be happy to apply my tests to Assist. I'll wait to see her replies before setting out a price for myself. I would highly recommend using vehicle costs and specialized gear expenses as leverage.

[SeriousOne338]

The figure on the screen flicks a hand and looks to what you think is another screen, a moment later it turns back and answered
"The Facility according to my information is a derelict site, it was a Fort at one time a military base but that was in the 1940's. The only opposition that I can foresee is crossing the boarder and NAN local forces."
the figure stops again reviews the other screen again. You see the head bob and lips move, before turning back.
'It is as I understand you have vehicles of your own that will get you to the site, but if you need me to arrange transport I could make available a speed boat for the mission"

Roll a perception+Intuition Test, or Politics (NAN or UCAS)+Intuition, this is an open test for anyone.

[bangbangtequila]

Perception + Politics: 5d6= 3 hits, 5d6=3 hits

[SeriousOne338]

You have an idea that the boarder crossing right now, due to the rising hostilies is going to be harder than usual. Also you have an idea you'll need more info on the fort.

[All4BigGuns]

5d6.hits(5)=1

[SeriousOne338]

The figure on the screen reviews more information. The speaks again, the German accent gone all together.
"If the price in not to your liking, make me an offer."

Upon Hanks entrance, the figure's face changes as if to frown.
"In the future I do not like tardiness Mr. Hank, try to avoid it in the future"


@BigGuns: You only have an idea that this mission is going to be harder than it sounds.

[Thvor]

Hank woke up to the sound of his commlink. Damnit, he thought, why can't this thing beep louder? Quickly, he toggled the link. "Yes? Oh, hey, Cherry."

"Hank, you look horrid." Cherry grinned impishly at him.

"And you're as charming as ever, Cherry. What's up?"

"Well, are you still looking for work? I've heard of a job that you could probably help out on, if you hurry..."

"Cherry, you know me. What's the job? And what do you mean, hurry?"

Cherry smiled. "I don't know much. But word is there's some stuff needs... remodeling. And by hurry, I mean you need to get your sleepy ass down to Porter's five minutes ago. I've been trying to comm you for half an hour!"

"Damn. I swear I need to get this link checked. Hopefully the pay's good--I haven't had a good run in a while. Thanks, sweetheart." Hank switched off the commlink quickly, but not before seeing the shock that flickered across the girl's face. Tweaking Cherry was always good for a chuckle.

Heading for the door, Hank slipped the Ingram's sling over his shoulder, and then pulled on a light jacket. No sense in walking around unarmed. Ten minutes later, he entered the bar. Porter glanced up at him. "Cherry said you had work." Porter nodded, then stuck his thumb out towards a table at the back. Hank thanked him, grabbed a beer, and slipped behind the curtain and into a seat. Hopefully he'd be able to pick up what he'd missed.

Edit: Fixed what Hank grabbed from the bar. Bears are fun and all, but I don't think they appreciate being grabbed.

[Thvor]

Upon Hanks entrance, the figure's face changes as if to frown.
"In the future I do not like tardiness Mr. Hank, try to avoid it in the future"

Never a good answer to something like that, Hank thought. Best to go with the old standby. "Sir, yes sir."

[All4BigGuns]

Looking to the newcomers, then back to the screen, Sidhe says, "Border crossings between two nations are always a pain in the hoop, and any place that's been derelict for over a century is a very dangerous place to be what with lack of maintenance and such. More dangerous equals more expensive, so I think that seven thousand per head with an addition twenty-five hundred up front for expenses is more like it."


Spent Edge for better shot at this Negotiation roll.
6d6.hitsopen(5, 6)=3

[SeriousOne338]

"I can see your reasons for wanting more money for this mission, but with the current atmosphere it's a buyers market. And well I can could hire another crew, I could add another 1,000 for expenses but no more. I could also help by giving you a number of a local asset on the island, that could give you more information"


10d6.hitsopen(5,6) → [4,1,[6, 1],5,5,2,5,1,1,4] = (4)