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Welcome to Stillwater! Historically, Stillwater has been a middle-class city of little interest to the world at large, flying under the radar so to speak. Without any significant megacorp presence, security was mainly contracted out to Lonestar, or one of the city's two local gangs, the Saints and the Juggalos. Over the decades each of these three parties carved out their respective niches within the city and once a balance had been achieved, relatively little infighting occurred between the gangs and Lonestar. That all changed in 2063 when Ares established an R&D chapter due to largely unspecified reasons (citing natural company growth along with the "philanthropic" desire to bring an element of global class to a backwater town). Over the next decade Stillwater's once humble skyline sees the addition of numerous skyscrapers and new businesses. Though still largely considered a boondocks to the global elite, the new business and money flowing through Stillwater begins to attract businessmen and social personalities of all kinds. Just within the last year EVO and Horizon have added small regional branches to Stillwater - Horizon is even filming a new reality simcom "Stillwater Shore" featuring the braindead antics of the burgeoning Stillwater elite's vapid heirs dicking around Stillwater's scenic lakeside. Not all of the attention has been positive though, with the presence of high rollers in Stillwater, the demand for the black market also increased - beyond what the Saints and Juggalos could readily offer. It was not long before a national syndicate, the Triads, stepped in and began upsetting the established balance of power between the existing gangs.  STILLWATER LEGEND: Light Blue - Ares Territory, no one comes here without being invited. Any gangers who value their lives know to keep their business off Ares land Purple - Saints Territory, the urban outskirts of Stillwater Gold - Triad Territory, Stillwater's glamourous Downtown and Financial district Red - Juggalo territory, Stillwater's rural outskirts, those seen in Juggalo territory without facepaint are approached with suspicion by the locals 1 - Ares Research Facility 2 - Ghoul Barrens - formerly low income housing, Ghoul populations exploded in 2066, but Ares was kind enough to aid in walling off and patrolling - this area is sealed and guraded by Ares watchtowers 3 - Urban Housing District - those lucky enough to survive the ghoul epidemic in the low-income housing were moved here, much to the displeasure of those who already lived there and had been struggling to improve the are from being "middle-class" 4 - Urban industrial/commercial district - hospitals, marts, chop shops, hookerbots, tittyshows, and matrix bars, here's where you'll find those in the Saints turf 5 - Saints HQ 6 - Saints housing and operations 7 - Horizon Highrise - fresh to the Stillwater skyline, this highrise houses the new Horizon execs and also serves as their office space 8 - Ares Highrise - home to the employees of the research facility as well as offices for the Ares execs 9 - Downtown financial/commercial district - all of the hottest restaurants and boutiques are here (they call their strip clubs "Burlesque Houses" here, to stay on the society column's good side), thanks to the Triads the black markets here are also flourishing with potent drugs and other contraband 10 - Stillwater's gated luxury community - right on the purty side of Stillwater lake, you will find Stillwater's rich and famous here (or at least those not already housed by a megacorp) - Horizon film crews can routinely be seen milling around, waiting for something interesting to "tape" 11 - Evo housing 12 - Evo Lab - also new to Stillwater, a derelict blimp hangar has been gutted and built up to Evo standards, presumably all sorts of biotech research goes on here 13 - Stillwater farmland - though most food products are supplied to Stillwater through AzTech - some folk still like to purchase foods stamped "Made in Stillwater" - these farmlands also fuel the Juggalos massive moonshine synthahol operation and are home to the last Faygo factory on planet Earth 14 - Rural housing, rumor has it there are strip clubs featuring Juggalettes, rumor has it seeing a Juggalette nekkid can melt lower quality cybereyes right out of your skull 15 - Stillwater Airfield - those not lucky enough to be personally flown to a megacorp helipad find their way to Stillwater here 16 - Carnival grounds - the Juggalo HQ, which they choose to refer to as "the grounds for our Dark Carnival" 17 - Boat docks - Juggalo owned and operated, the Juggalos are very proud of their boat racing 18 - Stillwater Lake - Smell the algae, Taste the runoff, See the sundry dilettantes, Contract the diseases Mechanics of Gangs Every run 20x the individual runner payout gets added to the gang treasury which is used for various purposes such as securing inventory, buying public opinion, purchasing buildings, and hiring/upgrading gangers. Gang Stats: Fame Fame, or Visibility measures how strong your rep is on the streets. When two gangs border and one is more famous than the other, that gang receives a bonus on territory takeovers at the border. Gangs with high fame will have gangers in colors on every street corner, billboards, and mascots abound. Public Opinion The public's opinion will counter the next stat, Notoriety. Public opinion can be elevated by performing non-violent, entertaining stunts, by maniuplating the news, by showering the streets with nuyen, and of course by foiling any evil plots that you might discover. Notoriety The measue of "heat" on your organization - this is the voices of all those you have wronged, clamoring to the authorities for your rear end. Whenever you botch a run, expect notoriety to rise. How will these stats matter? Fame x (Notoriety - Public Opinion) = Effective Heat Effective heat will determine whether or not the law is actively trying to ruin you: <5 Heat - Cops leave you alone 5-10 Heat - Shakedowns will occur on the street, cops will harass and pull over gangers 10-20 Heat - Raids will occur 20+ Heat - Full blown S.T.A.G. conditions (marshall law until your HQ is a smoldering rubble) Fame + Public Opinion - Notoriety = Reception This will be a positive or negative modifier on all business and social interactions on your turf. The more popular you are the more open people will be and the better the deals you stand to get, you may have to be willing to sign a few autographs first though. Gang Tension This measures your relationship with gangs, it operates on a 0-10 scale with 5 being neutral <5 being friendly/cooperative and >5 being hostile. Super Rad fucked around with this message at Jan 30, 2013 around 19:27 |
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Tension Triads: 8 Juggalos: 5 Saints: Fame 3 Notoriety 1 Public Opinion 1 Triads: Fame 5 Notoriety 1 Public Opinion 2 Juggalos: Fame 4 Notoriety 3 Puplic Opinion 2
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Milky... warm... sticky... like amniotic fluid, all over. In the nurturing cocoon of the womb, each beat of your heart is like a flash of light across the universe. Has life always felt this way? Doesn't matter as long as it stays this way forever. So warm, so peaceful... you could start sucking your thumb right now. The thought makes you crack a smile - OW! That's not right - your mouth hurts. And come to think of it, your back and your neck and your arms, they're actually all kind of sore too. What kind of a dream were you having? You try to roll over, fetch a sip of water, but something's wrong with that too. Did you fall asleep sitting up? Not another synthahol bender blackout, you hope. You swore never again last time... but then again you swore the same thing every time before. Dried and crusty, you peel your eyes open. Bloodshot eyes blur into focus, straining to make out a familiar landmark, but you don't recognize where you are at all. You're sitting at some sort of steel desk/chair combo and however it was you passed out there you sure did in a real uncomfortbale position - arms and legs all twisted backwards - no wonder you're sore all over. Everything's still so fuzzy you could almost close your eyes again but you know you have to get up and stretch, you have to get up and get your bearings I mean where the gently caress are you after all? You try to bring your arms in front of you to pry yourself off this school chair... but you can't. It's only at this point that you realize your wrists and ankles are locked into cold metal restraints. What in the holy gently caress? Now that your adrenaline is pumping your vision begins to clear, looking to your sides you see you're not the only one in here, there are people all around, but like you they're all strapped into a desk. Your eyes dart around, frantically looking for answers, when finally you notice a plaque hanging over the video whiteboard in the front of the room, a plaque bearing the dreaded symbols of the Lonestar shield and star. As the rest of the class begins to stir, the air fills with groggy groans, and with your heart now in your stomach you groan too. You try to retrace your last memories - where you were and what you were doing before getting here, before you were royally hosed, but suddenly a jolt of lightning, burning like a ring of fire, courses around your neck snapping you wide the gently caress awake. Someone shrieks in pain - or was that you shrieking involuntarily? The video whiteboard in the center of the room hums to life, glowing a bright, headache-inducing white for a split second before beginning to transmit a video feed. You are greeted by a pug ugly face, scowling, pudgy and balding, slicked with a translucent coating of grease.  With a throaty gargle he clears the mucus from his throat and quickly resumes his contemptuous scowl, his beady eyes set dead center as if to pierce a hole through the back of the room, never moving, not even once to look at you. "Listen up shitheels, cause I'm only going to explain this once," he barks. "First off I want to make one thing crystal clear: It's taking every ounce of willpower I've got left just to keep myself from blowing chunks right now. The lot of you make me loving sick. Every neuron in my sizeable brain is begging to flip off this feed and order my men to haul you away to one of our secret gulags - and I WOULD, if my hands weren't tied. Higher ups got other plans for you though, they also got their heads up their loving asses." "I'm about to give you guys the biggest gift you've gotten in your miserable shitstain lives: a real loving job. And you selfish pricks aren't even gonna thank me either! See that's the problem with you punks - you've been born into too much freedom you think 'Why work when I can just take?' Well the solution to that problem is clear: remove the freedom, remove the problem. Your neck might still be stinging from the taste of bondage I gave you a moment ago. Molded to your neck is a multi-function control band. This puppy is packed to the brim with sensors and a DNI that will keep us informed of all your actions and thoughts. I know some of you are a little slow on the uptake, so we'll do show rather than tell. Imagine your hands wrapping around my throat, bet you sick fucks would like that?" Your rebellious nature compels you to defy his order and think of anything else but what he wants, but with little resistance you do as he commands, and gently caress it he IS right after all, you'd like nothing more than to pop his skull off his neck right now. But as soon as you think those thoughts, that searing burn of current coursing through the flesh around your neck returns, and this time that's not all, the band around your neck begins to expand, cutting off the blood supply to your brain. Within seconds you are on the verge of passing out, when the band finally retracts and relents. "And I don't think I need to mention the plastic explosives either. We've got you cocksuckers by your taint hairs, and maybe, just maybe, it'll seep through your thick skulls that honest work can be met with honest rewards. As I said the higher ups have got plans for you, a little operation they've named - SAINT'S ASCENSION - we were ordered to scrounge up some gutter trash that could do our dirty work for us, it was only too easy for us to drug you or gas you in your sleep." At this time you finally notice, tucked away in the background of the video feed, there is a digital clock, it reads August 14th, but the last thing you remember it was Friday, the 10th - what have these pigs been doing to you? The more you begin to understand what has transpired the closer you try to observe this unnamed cop to suss out any extra intent from him, but there's nothing there. Not once has he looked right at you, or addressed anyone specifically. The talking head continues, "The rules are simple: you leave Stillwater - you die, you think anything we don't want you to - you're getting a visit from the fainting fairies, try and kill a mook or a cop - you'll feel Zeus' thunder in your blood. Complete your tasks as we command and your criminal record will be expunged. And with that pesky element of choice removed, with some luck society may actually get some use out of you instead of just cleaning up your messes, though I think it'd be a loving miracle if you did anything other than get yourselves geeked." The video feed ends, and dim lights turn on in the room. The room seems very much like a lecture room adorned with Lonestar insignias. You also see two guards in the corner that were previously obscured by the darkness. They are wearing some sort of powered MilSpec armor you've never seen before, they're Lonestar Blue, with shields on the epaulettes and left breast. A door at the front of the room swings open, flooding it with the bright lights outside. Through the blinding light you can see it's another guard in the same armor at the door. Through a voice scrambler he begins to speak, "Rims, H-Bomb, Raven, Vajayjay, Cheetah, and Odessa the Actress - stand now and make your way through this door." Your restraints release with a hydraulic sounding 'thunk!' - you quickly lift yourself up off the seat and in doing so nearly faint from lightheadedness, you feel groggy and weak, perhaps drugged. Instinctively you begin to look for another way out than the open door but every action that is spent not following their orders it met with a debilitating shock. It seems there is truly no option right now than to file out of the room with the others whos names were called, as ordered. You see that outside the room is a simple hallway, lighted with your standard flourescents, but to you they seem brighter than stadium lights, simply having your eyes open is giving you a searing headache. The guard blocks the path to the right and motions you down to the left end of the hallway. As you shuffle down the hallway a door at the end slides open, revealing a parking garage with a black transport van backed up close to the door. The rear gates of the van swing open, and the guard motions for all of you to clambor in. At this point you know better than to do anything else. As you climb in, you get close enough to see the serial code on this guard's badge: 1499328-7 You each take a seat and shortly after the van purrs to life. Without warning, the band on your neck tightens. By the time you vainly bring your hands to the band on your neck, you are already losing consciousness. Back... back to that warm blanket of a womb. This time as you start to come around you desperately try to stay unconscious, whatever horrible reality lay in front of you, you'd much rather be in the ignorant bliss of sleep. That doesn't last for very long but you when finally awake you are pleasantly surprised to find a steaming cup of hot cocoa in front of you with a big marshmallow and whipped cream no less. You look around. You and your fellow inmates are still in your orange jumpsuits, your silver neckbands gleaming maliciously. You are in a room guilded with purple and gold trappings - Fleurs de Lis adorn the walls. In the center of the room you see this figure:  Once he sees that everyone is awake he begins to speak "Let me start with greetings and apologies my friends. I am Rufus, leader of the Saints, but you can call me as my friends do - "Spooky." You can imagine the kind of situation the Saints are in if we're cutting deals with Lonestar pigs, but that doesn't begin to excuse what has been done to you - Rims, Raven, Odessa, Cheetah I'm especially sorry since you're members of my own crew, but Lonestar said they had a crate of dirt against you and this was the only way to clear it." "Anyhow," he continues, "we are where we are now and there's no changing that. I'd like to brief you on our current situation as soon as possible, but gently caress, I know this would be too much to take in all at once, so I whipped up some of my special hot choco for my groggy sistas and brothas. Let me also introduce you to my man Fu - he's going to show you the ropes around here. In fact, why don't we do a quick roll call to get everyone familiar with each other?"
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 Gromm "Rims" Johnson Rims blinks at the hot cocoa and looks around the room, a bewildered expression on his face. He reaches up to the collar around his neck, confirms he didn't just have a horrible nightmare, then sighs and takes a big gulp of cocoa. "well Sheeit, y'all" Rims says in his characteristic southern drawl "Anyone have any idea how they pinched us? We're in for a world of hurt if we can't even think bad thoughts about the asswipes who did this to us" Rims finishes his cocoa, some of it spilling over his tusks and leaving small drops on his wifebeater "anyway, they call me Rims since I like fast cars and faster drones. There, I introduced mahself. now someone explain what the hell is going on afore I get ugly" code:
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 The Actress, aka Odessa Aziz After Rims's introduction, Odessa opens her mouth and begins to speak, but stops before saying a word. A wave of indignation washes over Odessa's features, her disgust transcending emotion and becoming a palpable, almost physical force radiating from her sneer and haughtily upturned nose. "An artiste like myself requires no introduction, unless you're all a pack of phili-, heh,philisti-,ah, phili- haha,...oh forget it," exclaims Odessa, her practiced scowl dissolving into a mischievous grin. "Not even I can say that with a straight face." Rising from her seat and taking a deep bow, Odessa looks around the room, smiling politely at the new faces and warmly at the familiar ones. "Anyhow, I'm Odessa Aziz, pleased to meet you. Many call me 'The Actress,' because I'm rather good at it, my dismal little joke aside. My other talents include magical beguiling, bewitchments, arcane deception, the crafting of illusions, and the like. These days I'm also pretty handy when the stage collapses." Odessa turns to her left, almost literally glowing with warmth and interest. "and you are?" quote:== Info ==
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Fu The man before you seems to be youngish, and vaguely of Asian descent, thought it is not really clear. Surprisingly well dressed in clothes of a traditional Asian design, yet in the Saints' colors. He casually gives a little hop, leans back and then sits in the air as he speaks to the group. "As Spooky said I am Fu, I have been with the Saints for some time now." Looking specifically at Rims, Odessa, Cheetah and Raven he adds. "What was done to you is unforgivable. Yet we can do nothing about it without their punishment falling upon you." pre:== Info == Street Name: Fu Name: Unnamed Character Movement: 10/25 Karma: 7 Street Cred: 0 Notoriety: 1 Public Awareness: 0 Free Spirit Composure: 8 Judge Intentions: 8 Lift/Carry: 8 (60 kg/40 kg) Memory: 8 Nuyen: 3000 Initiation: 5 (Group discount; Stillwater Shinto Appreciation and Study) == Attributes == BOD: 4 AGI: 4 REA: 4 STR: 4 CHA: 4 INT: 4 LOG: 4 WIL: 4 EDG: 6 MAG: 6 == Derived Attributes == Essence: 6 Initiative: 8 (4) IP: 1 (2) Astral Initiative: 8 Astral IP: 3 Matrix Initiative: 4 Matrix IP: 1 Physical Damage Track: 10 Stun Damage Track: 10 == Active Skills == Animal Handling : 0 Pool: 3 Animal Training : 0 Pool: 3 Archery : 0 Pool: 3 Armorer : 0 Pool: 3 Artisan : 0 Pool: 3 Assensing : 3 Pool: 7 Astral Combat : 2 Pool: 6 Automatics : 0 Pool: 3 Blades : 0 Pool: 3 Climbing : 0 Pool: 3 Clubs : 0 Pool: 3 Computer : 0 Pool: 3 Con* : 2 Pool: 6 Counterspelling : 3 Pool: 9 Cybercombat : 0 Pool: 3 Data Search : 0 Pool: 3 Demolitions : 0 Pool: 3 Disguise** : 4 Pool: 8 Diving : 0 Pool: 3 Dodge : 0 Pool: 3 Escape Artist : 0 Pool: 3 Etiquette* : 2 Pool: 6 First Aid : 0 Pool: 3 Flight : 2 Pool: 6 Forgery : 0 Pool: 3 Gunnery : 0 Pool: 3 Gymnastics : 2 Pool: 6 Hacking : 0 Pool: 3 Heavy Weapons : 0 Pool: 3 Infiltration** : 4 Pool: 8 Instruction : 0 Pool: 3 Intimidation : 0 Pool: 3 Leadership* : 2 Pool: 6 Locksmith : 0 Pool: 3 Longarms : 0 Pool: 3 Navigation : 0 Pool: 3 Negotiation* : 2 Pool: 6 Palming** : 4 Pool: 8 Parachuting : 0 Pool: 3 Perception : 4 Pool: 8 Pilot Ground Craft : 0 Pool: 3 Pilot Watercraft : 0 Pool: 3 Pistols : 0 Pool: 3 Riding : 0 Pool: 3 Running : 0 Pool: 3 Shadowing** : 4 Pool: 8 Spellcasting : 3 Pool: 9 Survival : 0 Pool: 3 Swimming : 0 Pool: 3 Throwing Weapons : 0 Pool: 3 Tracking : 0 Pool: 3 Unarmed Combat : 6 Pool: 10 *Influence Group 2 ** Stealth Group 4 == Knowledge Skills == Area Knowledge: Stillwater : 3 Pool: 7 English : 2 Pool: 6 Gangs: Saints : 4 Pool: 8 Japanese : N Pool: 0 Magic Traditions : 2 Pool: 6 Magical Theory : 2 Pool: 6 Magical Threats : 2 Pool: 6 Mandarin : 3 Pool: 7 Security Companies : 1 Pool: 5 Spirits : 4 Pool: 8 Triads : 2 Pool: 6 == Contacts == Stillwater Shinto Appreciation and Study (2 (5), 2) == Qualities == Bad Luck Distinctive Style Former Ally Spirit Magician == Spells == (Tradition: Shinto, Resist Drain with WIL + CHA (8)) Heal DV: (Damage Value)-2 Increase Reflexes DV: (F÷2)+2 == Critter Powers == Astral Form Banishing Resistance Concealment Energy Aura Engulf Enhanced Senses (Natural Sonar) Enhanced Senses (Thermographic Vision) Immunity (Normal Weapons) Mutable Form Natural Weapon (Claws) Realistic Form Sapience Spirit Pact (Friendship Pact) Spirit Pact (Power Pact) == Weapons == Unarmed Attack Pool: 10 DV: 2S AP: - RC: 0 (Total damage 6P Blast) Natural Weapon Pool: 10 DV: 6P AP: - RC: 0 (Total damage 10P Blast, 12P if half-strength is added in) Hit or being hit deal +4 Blast damage and convert attacks damage to Blast: physical damage, only half impact armor. Objects hit by blast damage with a structure rating less than my Magic/Force are shattered/shredded/blown away/etc. Ryuujin fucked around with this message at Apr 6, 2013 around 19:57 |
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Cheetah Aware of the time hes lost, Cheetah looks down at his arms and begin counting his spots. One, two...did that one just move? He can't tell. There seems to be a couple less but he can't be sure. The collar on his neck doesn't help his fried nerves. Looking up at the group he sees a couple of new faces and some old ones. He twitches a little, agitated. "Cheetah here. I get things where they need to go around here. Also myself where I'm needed." Grabbing the cocoa and taking a sip he continues. "Guess I should of played nice with those gogangers but here I am. At least I'm the only one walking" pre:== Info == Street Name: Cheetah Name: Unnamed Character Movement: 30/70, Swim: 7 Karma: 5 Street Cred: 0 Notoriety: 2 Public Awareness: 0 Troll Age 24 Height 6'2" Composure: 4 Judge Intentions: 5 Lift/Carry: 16 (165 kg/110 kg) Memory: 4 Nuyen: 4050 == Attributes == BOD: 5 AGI: 6 (8) REA: 3 (5) STR: 9 (11) CHA: 2 INT: 3 LOG: 2 WIL: 2 EDG: 3 MAG: 4 == Derived Attributes == Essence: 4.0 Initiative: 6 (8) IP: 1 (3) Astral Initiative: 6 Astral IP: 3 Matrix Initiative: 4 Matrix IP: 1 Physical Damage Track: 9 Stun Damage Track: 9 == Active Skills == Animal Handling : 0 Pool: 2 Animal Training : 0 Pool: 2 Archery : 0 Pool: 7 Armorer : 0 Pool: 1 Artisan : 0 Pool: 2 Automatics : 0 Pool: 7 Blades : 0 Pool: 7 Climbing : 3 Pool: 16 Clubs : 0 Pool: 7 Computer : 0 Pool: 1 Con : 0 Pool: 1 Cybercombat : 0 Pool: 1 Data Search : 0 Pool: 1 Demolitions : 0 Pool: 1 Disguise : 4 Pool: 7 Diving : 0 Pool: 4 Dodge : 2 [Melee Combat] Pool: 7 (9) Escape Artist : 1 Pool: 9 Etiquette : 1 Pool: 3 Exotic Ranged Weapon : 0 Pool: 7 Exotic Ranged Weapon : 1 [Grapple Gun] Pool: 9 First Aid : 0 Pool: 1 Flight : 3 Pool: 16 Forgery : 0 Pool: 7 Gunnery : 0 Pool: 7 Gymnastics : 3 Pool: 15 Hacking : 0 Pool: 1 Heavy Weapons : 0 Pool: 7 Infiltration : 4 [Urban] Pool: 12 (14) Instruction : 0 Pool: 1 Intimidation : 0 Pool: 1 Leadership : 0 Pool: 1 Locksmith : 0 Pool: 7 Longarms : 0 Pool: 7 Navigation : 0 Pool: 2 Negotiation : 0 Pool: 1 Palming : 4 Pool: 12 Parachuting : 0 Pool: 4 Perception : 4 Pool: 7 Pilot Ground Craft : 0 Pool: 4 Pilot Watercraft : 0 Pool: 4 Pistols : 0 Pool: 7 Riding : 0 Pool: 4 Running : 3 Pool: 16 Shadowing : 4 Pool: 7 Survival : 0 Pool: 1 Swimming : 3 Pool: 16 Throwing Weapons : 0 Pool: 7 Tracking : 0 Pool: 2 Unarmed Combat : 6 [Martial Arts] Pool: 15 (17) == Knowledge Skills == Area Knowledge: Stillwater : 5 Pool: 8 Cheetahs : 1 Pool: 4 Gangs (Saints) : 2 Pool: 5 == Contacts == "Joe" Dealer (1, 3) == Qualities == Adept Celerity Changeling (Class III SURGE) Delusion Distinctive Style Metagenetic Improvement (AGI) Neoteny Satyr Legs SINner (Criminal) Spirit Bane (Air) Striking Skin Pigmentation The Athlete's Way Thermographic Vision == Powers == Critical Strike Rating: 4 Elemental Strike (Sound) Great Leap Rating: 4 Improved Ability (Combat) (Unarmed Combat) Rating: 1 Killing Hands Wall Running == Lifestyles == Low 1 months == Cyberware/Bioware == Muscle Augmentation Rating 2 Muscle Toner Rating 2 Synaptic Booster Rating 2 Synthacardium Rating 2 == Armor == Form-Fitting Full-Body Suit6/2 +Nonconductivity 6 Padded Leather Armor 2/5 SecureTech PPP Armor (Ensemble)2/4 == Weapons == Grapple Gun Pool: 9 DV: 5S AP: - RC: 0 Unarmed Attack Pool: 15 DV: 10P AP: - RC: 0 == Commlink == CMT Clip (1, 1, 1, 3) +Vector Xim Novatech Airware (3, 3, 3, 3) +Iris Orb +Encrypt 6 +Tacsoft 2 == Gear == AR Gloves Autopicker Rating 6 Backpack Catalyst Stick x4 Climbing Gear Contact Lenses Rating 3 +Image Link +Flare Compensation +Low Light Diving Gear Diving Light Drysuit Earbuds Rating 3 +Audio Enhancement Rating 3 +Spatial Recognizer Enclosed Breathing Helmet Gas Mask Gecko Tape Gloves Glasses Rating 4 +Vision Enhancement Rating 3 +Vision Magnification GPS Grapple Gun Hazmat Suit Leal Slap-patch Mapsoft (Stillwater) Rating 6 Microwire (100 m) x4 Miniwelder OXSYS Artificial Gill Rappelling Gloves Respirator Rating 6 Security Tags x20 Standard Rope (100 m) x4 Stealth Rope (100 m) x4 Stealth Tags x20 Subvocal Microphone Tag Eraser Trodes White Noise Generator Rating 6 Wire Clippers == Game Rewards == Run 1: Spent 300 nuyen. Gained 3,000 nuyen and 7 karma. Spent 2 karma on Infiltration (Urban) Quornes fucked around with this message at Apr 4, 2013 around 02:30 |
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Bram "Raven" Corvallan ...not again... That strange feeling of weightlessness, that vague warmth... Not again...! Can't move, can't see, can't breathe... Not again! Just his loving luck! NOT loving AGAIN! He threw open his eyes and breathed deeply. Hearing the Lone Star officer drone on was practically a relief. ************************ "I am Raven; I talk to people, then I shoot them!" Raven shouts, pounding a fist on the table and rattling the cups of cocoa. "And YOU have lot to ans--gack!" He tries to get a finger around and under the collar around his neck, trying to keep it from strangling him as he vents his rage at the Saints leader. "You have a *choke*...you loving *choke*...you *squeeze*..." In a few moments he stops hyperventilating and throws his head forward in defeat. "Sellout," he whispers, looking up to glare at him. Probably a bit overboard, but I figure considering his backstory he has a right to be angry. pre:== Info == Street Name: Bram "Raven" Corvallan Name: Bram Corvallan Movement: 15/37, Swim: 6 Karma: 0 Street Cred: 0 Notoriety: 2 Public Awareness: 0 Elf M Age 25 Height 6'0" Weight 130 lbs Composure: 10 Judge Intentions: 10 Lift/Carry: 11 (90 kg/60 kg) Memory: 6 Nuyen: 0 == Attributes == BOD: 4 (5) AGI: 5 (10) REA: 4 (9) STR: 3 (6) CHA: 7 INT: 3 LOG: 3 WIL: 3 EDG: 2 == Derived Attributes == Essence: 0.75 Initiative: 7 (12) IP: 1 (3) Matrix Initiative: 3 Matrix IP: 1 Physical Damage Track: 11 Stun Damage Track: 10 == Active Skills == Animal Handling : 0 Pool: 2 Animal Training : 0 Pool: 2 Archery : 0 Pool: 9 Armorer : 0 Pool: 2 Artisan : 0 Pool: 2 Blades : 1 [Knives] Pool: 11 (13) Climbing : 4 Pool: 10 Clubs : 0 Pool: 9 Computer : 0 Pool: 2 Con : 4 Pool: 20 Cybercombat : 0 Pool: 2 Data Search : 0 Pool: 2 Demolitions : 0 Pool: 2 Disguise : 4 Pool: 7 Diving : 0 Pool: 4 Dodge : 0 Pool: 8 Escape Artist : 0 Pool: 9 Etiquette : 4 Pool: 20 First Aid : 3 Pool: 6 Flight : 4 Pool: 10 Forgery : 0 Pool: 9 Gunnery : 0 Pool: 9 Gymnastics : 4 Pool: 14 Hacking : 0 Pool: 2 Hardware : 1 [Maglocks] Pool: 4 (6) Heavy Weapons : 0 Pool: 9 Infiltration : 4 Pool: 14 Instruction : 0 Pool: 6 Intimidation : 0 Pool: 6 Leadership : 4 Pool: 20 Locksmith : 0 Pool: 9 Longarms : 0 Pool: 9 Navigation : 0 Pool: 2 Negotiation : 4 Pool: 20 Palming : 4 Pool: 14 Parachuting : 0 Pool: 4 Perception : 3 [Visual] Pool: 9 (11) Pilot Ground Craft : 1 Pool: 10 Pilot Watercraft : 0 Pool: 8 Pistols : 6 [Semi-Automatics] Pool: 16 (18) Riding : 0 Pool: 8 Running : 4 Pool: 10 Shadowing : 4 Pool: 7 Survival : 0 Pool: 2 Swimming : 4 Pool: 10 Throwing Weapons : 0 Pool: 9 Tracking : 0 Pool: 2 Unarmed Combat : 0 Pool: 9 == Knowledge Skills == Area Knowledge: Stillwater : 2 Pool: 6 English : N Pool: 0 Firearms : 1 Pool: 5 Japanese : 2 Pool: 6 Literature: Cheesy Romance : 2 Pool: 6 Mandarin : 2 Pool: 6 Music: Classical Acoustic : 2 Pool: 5 Sperethiel : 3 Pool: 7 The Saints : 2 Pool: 6 == Contacts == Lillian Questes, Black Marketer/Arms Dealer (4, 3) Sister in law to one of the Birds. Helped him get some gear back. Will help again for the right price The Birds, Old Buddies (2, 5) Bram's old gang, or what's left of it. Currently dissolved, and they're working in above-board jobs now, but they'll give what (non-shooting) help they can if he asks == Qualities == Albinism (tied to Changeling) Bad Luck Celerity (tied to Changeling) Changeling (Class III SURGE) Distinctive Style (tied to Glamour) Extravagant Eyes (tied to Changeling) First Impression Glamour (tied to Changeling) Hawk Eye (tied to Changeling) High Pain Tolerance (Rating 1) (tied to Changeling) Incompetent (Automatics) Low-Light Vision Restricted Gear (Rating 2) SINner (Criminal) (A ludicrously long rap sheet) == Lifestyles == Low 1 months == Cyberware/Bioware == Attention Coprocessor Rating 3 Mnemonic Enhancer Rating 1 Muscle Augmentation Rating 2 Muscle Toner Rating 4 Reaction Enhancers Rating 2 Suprathyroid Gland Tailored Pheromones Rating 3 Vocal Range Enhancer Wired Reflexes Rating 2 == Armor == Form-Fitting Full-Body Suit 6/2 +Nonconductivity 6 SecureTech PPP Armor (Ensemble) 2/4 Actioneer Business Clothes 5/3 == Weapons == Ceramic Knife +Personalized Grip, Melee Pool: 12 (14) DV: 4P AP: - RC: 0 Defiance EX Shocker Pool: 16 DV: 8S(e) AP: -half RC: 0 Eichiro Hatamoto II +Quick-Draw Holster +Improved Range Finder +Smartgun System Pool: 18 DV: 7P AP: -1 RC: 0 Morrissey Alta +Quick-Draw Holster +Silencer +Spare Clips +Chameleon Coating +Improved Range Finder +Laser Sight +Personalized Grip +Smartgun System Pool: 19 (21) DV: 5P AP: -1 RC: 1 Morrissey Élan +Concealable Holster +Spare Clips +Chameleon Coating +Personalized Grip +Silencer +Smartgun System Pool: 18 DV: 4P AP: - RC: 1 Unarmed Attack Pool: 9 DV: 3S AP: - RC: 0 == Commlink == Erika Elite (3, 3, 3, 4) +Empathy Software Rating 3 +Iris Orb +Skinlink +Suite: Basic User [Analyze 2, Browse 2, Command 1, Edit 2] == Gear == Ammo: EX-Explosive Rounds (Heavy Pistols) x20 (For Hatamoto Ammo: Hi-C Plastic Rounds (Holdouts) x10 Ammo: Regular Ammo (Heavy Pistols) x80 Ammo: Subsonic Rounds (Heavy Pistols) x30 Ammo: Taser Dart (Tasers) x10 Autopicker Rating 4 Contact Lenses Rating 3 +Flare Compensation +Smartlink +Image Link Earbuds Rating 3 +Audio Enhancement Rating 3 +Select Sound Filter Rating 3 +Skinlink Flashlight Glasscutter Glasses Rating 4 +Flare Compensation +Vision Enhancement Rating 3 Maglock Passkey Rating 1 Maglock Sequencer Rating 3 Mapsoft (Stillwater) Rating 6 Medkit Rating 6 Nanopaste Trodes Stealth Tags x60 Subvocal Microphone Tag Eraser Wire Clippers == Vehicles == Thundercloud Contrail (Racing Bike) +Vehicle Sensor == Karma Expenses == == Nuyen Expenses ==
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| # ? Jan 31, 2013 01:59 |
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"You've got every right to call me a sellout, Raven, but you missed a whole lot of poo poo going down the past few days - I'll fill you in in a minute when everyone's got their cocoa down. Oh, and Rims, word on the street is the Lonestar dragnet y'all got caught in went a little like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14eUKogPF7s" *projects trid from commlink*
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| # ? Jan 31, 2013 04:58 |
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rims "Man, dat's some weak drek. So we all stuck like this, what are we goin' do about it? That greasy bastard said somethin about a legitimate job? Let's just get dis ova wit', chummers. Now whar's da booze?" Rims gets up and heads to the small liquor cabinet and grabs a fifth of ol' panther and starts swigging from the bottle "An rufus, i think you best be 'splainin your role in all dis and how you plan to make it up to us" Colton fucked around with this message at Jan 31, 2013 around 08:32 |
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H-Bomb Once she had sat down, H-Bomb had immediately attempted to see if she could remove the collar, and promptly been choked into near-unconsciousness. As a result, she had missed the others introductions, but had already figured out most of the names from before, which should be good enough. "I'm H-Bomb, I hack," she grates out from her sore throat. pre:== Info == Street Name: H-Bomb Name: Hannah Hall Movement: 10/25, Swim: 6 Karma: 1 Street Cred: 0 Notoriety: -1 Public Awareness: 0 Ork F Age 24 Height 5'9" Weight 170 Composure: 8 Judge Intentions: 6 Lift/Carry: 7 (45 kg/15 kg) Memory: 12 Nuyen: 12300 == Attributes == BOD: 4 AGI: 5 (7) REA: 5 (7) STR: 3 CHA: 3 INT: 3 LOG: 5 WIL: 5 EDG: 3 == Derived Attributes == Essence: 1.15 Initiative: 8 (10) IP: 1 (3) Matrix Initiative: 9 Matrix IP: 2 Physical Damage Track: 10 Stun Damage Track: 11 == Active Skills == Hacking 6 [Exploit] Electronic Warfare 4 Electronics (Group) 4 Pistols 4 [Burst-Fire] Demolitions 4 Infiltration 3 [Urban] Disguise 3 Shadowing 3 Palming 3 Perception 2 [Hearing] Pilot Ground Craft 1 Athletics (Group) 1 Influence (Group) 1 == Knowledge Skills == English N Or'zet 2 (+2 Mnemonic Enhancer) Security Companies 1 (+2 Mnemonic Enhancer) Street Drugs 1 (+2 Mnemonic Enhancer) Hangouts (Matrix) 1 (+2 Mnemonic Enhancer) Matrix Security 1 (+2 Mnemonic Enhancer) Computer Theory 1 (+2 Mnemonic Enhancer) Software Piracy Forums 1 (+2 Mnemonic Enhancer) Security Procedures 1 (+2 Mnemonic Enhancer) Matrix Games 1 (+2 Mnemonic Enhancer) Sports 1 (+2 Mnemonic Enhancer) == Contacts == Brian Fallon (Street Doc) (3, 3) == Qualities == Human Looking Born Rich First Impression Analytical Mind Hawk Eye Restricted Gear (System 6 Commlink) Sensitive Neural Structure (Hacker) SINner (Criminal) Prejudiced (Specific, Biased): Technomancers Thrill Seeker == Lifestyles == High (Spoofed) 1 months == Cyberware/Bioware == Wired Reflexes II Mnemonic Enhancer R2 Muscle Toner R2 PuSHeD Encephalon II == Armor == Form-Fitting Half-BodySuit 4/1 (Nonconductivity 6) Lined Coat 6/4 (Color Changing, Fire Resistance 3, Chemical Protection 3) Securetech Upper Leg Casing 0/1 Securetech Shin Guards 0/1 == Weapons == Yamaha Sakura Fubuki +Smartgun System, External Top Mount +Improved Range Finder +Electronic Firing +Gecko Grip +Skinlink +Quick-Draw Holster Pool: 13 DV: 4P AP: - RC: 2 Morrissey Elan +Concealable Holster +Chameleon Coating +Smartgun System, Internal +Silencer +Skinlink Pool: 13 DV: 4P AP: - RC: 1 Yamaha Pulsar +Smartgun System, Internal +Quick-draw Holster +Personalized Grip Pool: 13 DV: 6S(e) AP: -1/2 RC: 1 == Commlink == Transys Avalon (6, 5, 6, 6) +Upgraded Response 6 +Upgraded Signal 5 +Custom OS (Firewall 6, System 6, Customized Interface, Optimization:Exploit) Meta Link (1,2,1,1) +Vector Xim Software Empathy R6 Armor 5 (Ergonomic) Data Bomb 6 Decrypt 6 Defuse 6 Exploit 5 (Mute) Sniffer 6 Spoof 6 Stealth 6 Track 6 ECCM 5 (Ergonomic) Analyze 6 (Ergonomic) Browse 6 (Ergonomic) Command 6 (Ergonomic) Edit 6 (Ergonomic) Encrypt 6 Purge 6 Scan 6 (Ergonomic) == Gear == 8 Taser Darts 10 Hi-C Plastic Rounds (Holdout) 80 Stick-n-Shock (Light pistol) 40 EX-Explosive Rounds (Light pistol) Spare Clips for all Monofiliment Chainsaw Trodes Earbuds R3 +Audio Enhancements R3 +Spatial Recognizer +Skinlink Contact Lenses R3 +Image Link +Smartlink +Vision Enhancement R3 Gecko Tape Gloves Gas Mask Tag Eraser Explosive Foam R15 Radio Detonator Medkit R6 C-Squared Stimulant Patch R2 == Vehicles == Thundercloud Contrail +Run Flat Tires (2) +Anti-Theft System +Chameleon Coating +Spoof Chip +Morphing License Plate +Sensor 3 Piell fucked around with this message at Apr 6, 2013 around 07:41 |
| # ? Jan 31, 2013 10:06 |
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Spooky Alright Vajayjay you're up - after that I'll take you into our main office and lay down the skinny on what y'all missed while you were in la-la land.
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| # ? Jan 31, 2013 16:08 |
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Forgot about starting nuyen: Rims: 900 Odessa: 2600 Fu: 40 Cheetah: 1350 Raven: 850 Vajayjay: 15000 Also I PMed Kenderama he will be posting tomorrow.
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| # ? Feb 1, 2013 04:50 |
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What, no starting money for me? I've got (4d6+11)*500.
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| # ? Feb 1, 2013 05:22 |
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Whooops Piell: 14500 E: Maths Super Rad fucked around with this message at Feb 1, 2013 around 05:38 |
| # ? Feb 1, 2013 05:30 |
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Rufus "Looks like we're all good friends now - why don't y'all follow me to the office. Oh and don't hesitate to grab yourself some more refreshments like Rims here, we family now. Though I do feel I oughta mention there were a coupla shots a cinnamon schnapps in your hot cocoa, that's the magic of Spooky's coco though, no one ever notices the schnapps." If anyone wants to do or say something at this point just specify in your post but to keep things moving here's the next part Once everyone is in the main office, Rufus closes a heavy door behind him. "Alright fellas, this room here is coated in shielded paint - not to mention we're sitting in what is essentially a repurposed bank vault making this a Farady cage as well. Point is, all the feeds Lonestar were pulling from them doodads on your neck just went to static, we can have a little more honesty in here." "First things first, I wanna catch you cats up to speed on how we think everything has gone down. Starting a couple weeks ago, there have been a series of disruptions to crucial operations. One shipment of novacoke gets sunk, our hos all contract the same venerial disease, a credstick transport gets robbed. We take these kinds of things very seriously - gangs need a steady cashflow more than any other kind of business, but when we investigated these events we ended up with more questions than answers. Now we're nearly certain this is the work of those loving Triads - every Tom, Dick, and Jane on the streets know the Triads been eyeing more and more of our turf, but these runs against us have been clean, even by the Triad's standards. My intuition is they've outsourced these jobs to some real professional runners. When you're making the kind of Bank the Triads are, they're easy to afford and if they do get caught you've always got some plausible deniability on your side." "I'm not sure I'm ready to talk too much about what happened next. Saturday morning, when we noticed certain crew members didn't show for their duties, we figured it was another Triad shadowrun. At this point we had had enough of their monkey bullshit - if they wanted a fight well they had one, but they were a step ahead. By the time I had issued the order to rally to the streets we were already under fire. Tattoo parlors, Saint marts, Rimjobs, and drug labs alike became bloodbaths. Every last man and woman did their best to fight them off, but in the end the bastards just retreated when they felt they had made their point. Any day now they're going to actually move in and take over." "When Lonestar told us they had you all under lock and key I didn't know what to think. The timing was too right - either Lonestar knew about the Triad raids, or worse they're in cahoots. Either way I don't trust that fat Lonestar gently caress Cole any further than I could throw him - motherfucker can't even do a face to face deal. Whatever secret plans Lonstar may have though, we couldn't say no to reinforcements. To lose all this dough is one thing, but where we're really hurting is in image. No one respects the Saints anymore, no one wants to do business with an organization they don't think will last another week. With your help I'd like to change all that - in return we'll be pulling any strings we have over here to get those neckbands off and you records vanished, but that's just one of a thousand fires we're fighting right now. If there's anything at all you picked up on while with the Lonestar let me know." "Anyhow lets get to the specifics of why you're here - before the bloodbath this weekend we were doing everything we can to scramble our operations and stay one step ahead of whatever shadowrunners were sabotaging them, but with little success. My hunch is we've got a mole in our midst and your team's going to look into this for us. Clues are scarce but we've got reason to believe at least one of the runners is holed up somewhere in the financial district, we've also patched your commlinks into our Saints database, any Saints seen doing business in Triad turf should be investigated." "To date the only thing we have had to go on is a fist hole that we believe could only have been made by a giant's hand. Hiding a giant in town ain't easy but somehow the Triads are doing it, chances are he doesn't move around very much to limit the chances of being spotted." "I wish I had more for you to go on, but these runners really are something else, the only way I can make sense of it is they have one hell of a talented magician erasing everyone's traces and then his or her own." "We've got escorts outside ready to take you all home to get readied. I won't be babysitting y'all too much Fu will be your point of contact from here on out, you need anything to reach us, you just go through him."
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| # ? Feb 1, 2013 22:34 |
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Rims Rims brings the bottle with him as he listens to rufus. He nods along and when dismissed, pipes up "Aight, chummers. Time to make the saints a gang to fear agin'. If we gotta mole we gotta find this chump and geek him quick. Afta we find out who he's working for. Personally i'm sick a these yella bastids takin our poo poo. Get me home and i'll send my drones out to that financial districk and smoke tha drekhead out. Any otha ideas? drat, i needa rack o ribs or summtin. Anyone else up for eats before we go onna killing spree?"
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| # ? Feb 2, 2013 03:11 |
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Raven Raven scratches at the bomb collar around his neck like a dog pawing at a vet's cone. The last thing he expected when he joined the Saints was working under duress from Lone Star. Still, he could imagine why Spooky seems so desperate and apologetic. Uneasy lies the head, etc., etc. "Alright," he sighs with a bit of a grimace. "I get you, I understand. We'll play along for now. But let's see if we can skip the drugs next time; I don't like that feeling, at all." He shudders a bit to emphasize it. "I do agree with Rims; I don't think any of us have eaten since...since four days ago. So, a bite to eat, I'll go home and get dressed, maybe place an order, call some old friends, and then..." he shrugs "...go trawling for leads in the financial district, I guess. H-bomb can probably do part of that remotely."
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| # ? Feb 2, 2013 03:59 |
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Rims "Sheeeeit" Rims says while slapping his gut. "I'm gonna git home, make sure erryting still dere, get tha drones up an runnin and head down to Slim's fo beer n' brats. What are tha rest o' you ladies gonna do?"
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| # ? Feb 2, 2013 06:42 |
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Cheetah Cheetah tugs idly at the restraint on his neck. Take out a team of shadowrunners? Ones running with support from the Triad? Not an easy feat. The hardest part would be finding them and they're probably quite good at hiding. He doesn't really know where to start, but the others seem to have some ideas. "I'll grab my stuff and grab something to eat. After that...I don't think I'd be much help actually finding them. So I'll patrol some of the larger Saint operations, see if they get hit. Try and follow them back to where they're holding up."
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| # ? Feb 2, 2013 15:31 |
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Fu Fu stands from his position looking at the others. "I don't have a commlink, so I believe I will accompany one of you."
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| # ? Feb 2, 2013 17:07 |
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Hey folks, just wanted to make some clarifications here, going home is just an opportunity to do anything you feel your character would do after having all of this happen to them, i.e. gear up, call contacts, etc. I'm not expecting everyone to have something they want to do so whenever you're ready, send a message to FU - even if you don't all decide to investigate together you should all meet up and come up with a "plan" - do some knowledge checks etc to get you started. Also you can indicate on the map where you're living to add some flavor and logistics.Ryuujin posted:Fu Ah you're totally right, over the course of the game I think it will help tremendously if you can figure a way to communicate over distances, I know free spirits have got some limitations in that regard, but I came up with a couple workarounds that I would allow. Super Rad fucked around with this message at Feb 2, 2013 around 17:13 |
| # ? Feb 2, 2013 17:08 |
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Odessa "The Actress" "Well, I need to head home for a bit, water the plants, grab some gear, eat, all that. Should only take an hour or two. After that I'll be ready to meet up and figure out how we're going to find these guys."  Verdant View is one of several suburban communities in the transitional area between Stillwater's urban and rural districts. These suburban enclaves used to pride themselves for, and made a lot of money on, their for-profit parks, playgrounds, campsites, and other 'nature retreats' by marketing them as affordable day trips to Stillwater's upper and middle class families. Many of these advertisements emphasized how "clean, classy and cheap" a day at the park was compared to Stillwater Lake, trying to stake out a market niche as a 'family friendly' alternative to the Lake. The Juggalo's takeover of the area has sharply reduced this local eco-tourism, however. Well, at least most of the garden hasn't dried out, mused Odessa as she pulled into the driveway of her cozy one story-ranch house. I wonder if it rained? Odessa's small yard was almost entirely devoted to trees, shrubbery, long grasses and flower beds. She was, of course, only a middling gardener; most of this, like the rest of yards in the suburb, was kept up by the 'community landscapers' her homeowners association fees paid for. Odessa deliberately avoided her mailbox, shuddering at the thought of the passive-aggressive notices the VVHOA had probably left her for not bringing her recycling bins up from the curb for three days straight. Instead, she went directly into her house, kicking off her boots and surveying her 'living room.' Much to her relief, the sprinkler system and the sun-lamps that covered most of her ceiling seemed to have sufficed to keep her interior plants alive, though the grass looked a bit dry. Her bushes, water reeds, and the ivy that crawled up her walls seemed to be doing fine though. Best decision I ever made, thought Odessa as she laid back on the one of the boulders she used as a couch. Arranging to have the floor torn up throughout most of her house had been easy, she had simply convinced a contractor that she was going to be replacing her carpet with hardwood. Getting the topsoil and mulch had only required numerous trips to gardening stores. The plants and lights and sprinklers had all been much more difficult, using up most of her pre-institutionalization savings and requiring some clever manipulation to get it all in without altering her neighbors. Still, she felt like it helped keep her sane and harmoniously tuned. If anything she wished she had had the whole house redone, but some areas (like the kitchen) were best kept unnatural. She'd have to check to make sure none of the animals had found their way into those parts of the house, but that could come later. After taking some time to clean out her fridge, double checking that the automated food dispensers for her various pets had not jammed up, and gathering her gear, Odessa got on her commlink and sent a message to her new teammates. She was eager to get started on their work and get this collar off. Odessa was rowing irritated at the thought of being ordered around and watched. "Honestly, what a pack of monsters. Who else could do this to somebody? It's like they've stolen our free will!" Odessa muttered under her breath, to a squirrel clinging to the sprinklers overhead. "It's just sick, really...," Odessa paused for a moment, briefly contemplating the irony of her being upset about someone else exerting control over her. Glancing back up at the squirrel Odessa exclaimed "Yes, I know what Dr. Hebert would say about this! But that was different and you know it!" Returning the her preparations, Odessa: Gathers all her gear Casts Increase Reflexes on herself, force 4, dice pool 10 (DV is (f/2)+2, resist with 12) Use her force 3 sustaining focus (health) to sustain that spell rest up until whatever drain she takes goes away After that, she messages FUor whoever he's with to say that she's ready to meet up when everybody else is! Talky fucked around with this message at Feb 2, 2013 around 21:15 |
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Rims Rims looks over at his fellow gang members, his family members, and his allies in this venture. He knew that they were all in a hosed up situation, but pissing and moaning about it wasn't going to get it solved. It's like his momma always said to him, "shut up, I'm sick of hearing your poo poo!" He was going to get his gear in order, and get to the bottom of who sold out the saints. And have a drink to settle his nerves, of course.. it's been a long couple of days... Rims gets a ride back at his place in one of the poorer areas in saint's territory. First he goes to a garage he's hidden from undesirable elements by disguising it as a rehab center. He enters the cramped place and sees his pride and joy, a Eurocar Westwind 3K sports car. He made a lot of modifications himself. He enters the access code on his commlink and his field of vision is filled with AR screens displaying status screens and bootup protocols for his car and his drones. Finding everything to his satisfaction, he engages the anti theft system and sets the drones to guardian mode as he heads to his apartment a block and a half away. Upon entering his apartment, he notices nothing much has changed. The place still was cluttered with different mechanical doodads- years of "projects" that he never could quite finish. He went to his fridge and cursed at only seeing one Kirin 2.0. He took it and gulped down the cold beer. While he sipped his beer and cleared up some of the clutter, he hopped onto the Matrix and started doing research. He knew where to hunt out rumors about runners and such, and he wanted to know if his usual info spots were still worth going to. Once he has mined as much info as he could, he comms the rest of the team, signalling that he's ready to meet up. I am getting my gear, my car, and my drones, as well as using his knowledge: Shadow Community (rumors) to sniff out any rumors about a mole in the gang or any word on if the triads are calling out for more deniable assets. knowledge skill is at 8 dice with the rumor specialization
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| # ? Feb 2, 2013 22:37 |
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H-Bomb H-Bomb makes her way back to a gleaming silver apartment building on the outskirts of Saints territory near the intersection of Saints, Triad, and Juggalo territories. Her apartment on the third floor is relatively large and well-appointed, and most of it entirely unused, kept up only by the household drones. Instead, when at home, H-Bomb spends almost all her time in what used to be a bedroom, now empty except for an extremely comfortable chair. H-Bomb preferred to decorate in AR rather than normal reality. She settled back into her chair and, after thinking for a moment, heads to the Cracker Underground, looking for some tactical software. She normally preferred to work alone, but if she had to work with other people, she could at least give them a boost - so far she had not been very impressed, but perhaps they were more competent than they looked. Not sure if I can already start knowing a pirate network - I do have 8 knowledge dice in them. If not, I start an Extended Data Search + Browse (8, 1 day) test, on which I have 13 dice. If I can start knowing one, then I do a search for Tactical Software 2 as an Extended Data Search + Browse (12, 1 Combat Turn) costing 600. Also, If I do know one, I'll crack the copy protection on my Encrypt software - Extended Software + Logic (15, 1 hour) on which I have 11 dice. Piell fucked around with this message at Feb 3, 2013 around 00:18 |
| # ? Feb 3, 2013 00:11 |
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Rims Rims digs deep into his considerable knowledge on local rumors. Although he doesn't outright know of anything pertaining to a mole in the Saints, he does know two things. One, a triad low-life by the name of Tsing Mao has been recruiting heavily on the outskirts of Saints turf, by the urban commercial district. You also know that no one knows more Stillwater rumors than the gate guard at Stillwater's gated community, Diego.
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| # ? Feb 3, 2013 00:13 |
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Cheetah Looking at Fu, Cheetah says, "You're fine to come with me, just try to keep up." That said, Cheetah makes his exit and starts running home. It feels good to be running on the street and rooftops again, despite the protests of his muscles. His period of passiveness and whatever they doped him with has him feeling down and strung out.  Some time later, Cheetah is back at his apartment. Not the best place to live, but its right next door to a pizza parlor he frequents. Opening his door, he smells something rotten. The fridge has crapped out, and what was inside is now covered in hair. Not that there was much there to begin with. Clearing that out, he heads to his gear room and puts on his armor. The smooth, well worked leather always feels great when he puts it on. After that he grabs his commlinks and grapple gun, along with other assorted gear. Fully set, he heads back out to the pizza parlor. In the back is Joe, the owner of the place and part time drug dealer. Joe is getting on in years but still has a jovial smile on his face. His place used to do a brisk business and he made "da best pizza in this crummy city" but people don't seem to come by anymore. At least for the pizza. Joe supplemented his income by dealing out the back door or including "something extra" with the delivery boys. "Hey, look who the cat dragged in!", Joe says with an Italian accent that could be fake or just rusty. "Where you been? I kept a pizza warm all night in the oven, just for you but you never come!" All night? Probably just an hour but its the thought that counts. Cheetah replied, "poo poo. poo poo happened and I'm covered in it. You could put me on one of your pizzas and it wouldn't look out of place." Clutching his heart, Joe replies with fake sincerity, "Ack! It's one thing to insult me, but leave my poor pizza's out of it! Anyways, as long as you're safe, its all good. You need something?" Cheetah's stomach growls comically. Nodding, Joe heads back to the kitchen with a grin and starts working on a pizza. When its ready he comes back out with it and a beer. He waves off payment, and leaves Cheetah to eat. When Cheetah is done, he tells Joe a bit about whats happened, mostly the collar and having to find a team of shadowrunners. Joe makes tsking noises and says he'll ask a round a bit, see if anyone he knows has seen a giant or if any exotic or unusual drugs have been asked for lately. Well, asked for more than usual.
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Raven Some time later, with several orders of soy noodles in his stomach and his hair soaking wet from a shower, Raven looks over the range of firearms, armor and clothing on his bed. He lives in a tall tenement building with a bundle of other Saints, almost right in the middle of their "territory" (area 6 on the map), but his place, though small, is curiously clean. Even homey, since the window opens out over a quiet street--no brothels, nightclubs or anything outside--and the tinny speakers he's got are currently piping soft music into the room. No, it doesn't exactly suggest "hardass gangsta", but it isn't supposed to. He has a slightly higher standard of criminality, or so he likes to tell himself. He continues to scratch at the collar around his neck as he slips into the form-fitted body armor, pulling the sleeves tight against bare skin. drat Lone Star and all their il--*gack*--don't think that, don't think that! Just need to...cover it up...he drapes a scarf over the bomb collar and ties it as tight as he can. Somehow he doesn't imagine walking around with a police-marked choker is going to win him any favors. As he continues putting on holsters and press-checking his pistols, he picks up his disposable commlink and places a call. Ring ring... "Questes residence, Laurence speaking, may I ask who this is?" "Come on, Eagle, you know this number." "Bram?! drat, man, hang on..." He hears the beeping of an encrypting program on the other side. "Raven, where the hell ya been? I tried to call ya to go out for drinks three days ago for my brother's anniversary!" "I've been...in the slammer," Raven responds, a bit tenatively. "Jail?! What the...ya just joined those guys three months ago, how'd ya mess up that fast, man?" "Just my luck, huh. I'm out on a, well, let's call it a plea bargain." "Bargain? Ya not the type to pull that sort of...Ya haven't sold out, have you?" "Well it wasn't exactly by choi--*HERK!*--agh, let's just say I wasn't keen on the alternative." "Uh huh, right. So why ya calling me?" Eagle's voice seems halfway between "annoyed" and "concerned". "You still shuttling people around in the financial district?" "Yeah, what about?" "I'm looking for someone there, a Saint who's defected to the Tri--" "Whoa, whoa, I'm not part of that life anymore, remember?!" Eagle begins ranting. "I mean, I know, ya didn't want to end your running days on a low note, I respect that, that's why I'm not calling Lone Star right now..." At the mention of Lone Star, Raven pulls the jacket of his Actioneer suit together just a bit more aggressively than needed. "...but I'm not going to go shooting anybody for ya, alright?!" "Eagle," Raven sighs, "I'm not asking you to pick up a gun again. All I need to know is where the Triads like to hang out. Bars, nightclubs, libraries, coffeehouses, whatever. You've picked up some of them, haven't you? You can tell me where they gather..." "Well...ugh..." Is that conversation a bit long? I'm placing a call with The Birds, Loyalty 5 and Connections 2, to see if we can't get a few places to start our search of the financial district. No shooting, and I don't think it's too much risk. Is it just rolling the 2 Connection stat? I'm not sure what the modifiers there would be. Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at Feb 3, 2013 around 06:29 |
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Contacts would roll connection + charisma or associated knowledge skill, and can do extended "investigation" tests too, but in this case what you're asking should be common knowledge to Eagle, since it's not confidential or privileged information, loyalty rating doesn't need to come into play either Eagle "Well, there ain't a bar downtown without a Triad presence, but that's usually for business reasons. The Triads themselves like to frequent a couple bars specifically. Low-level street runners and dealers like to let loose at "The Quintuple Deuce" which is in the Southwest corner of the financial district. Triad high rollers like to rub elbows with Ares execs at "The Edge" - it's a secret bar in the Ares high-rise. Unless you're escorting an Ares exec though you'll need special clearance just to get in the elevator in the lobby much less get the bouncer to unhook that velvet rope for you." "Come to think of it, I dropped a client off at The Edge on Sunday - looked like the Triads were out in force that night, they were celebrating something big. One guy especially seemed to be the life of the party, every Triad was taking turns toasting him - funny thing is I don't know the guy's name but I could have sworn I'd seen him running with the Saints at some point, but that's probably just my memory playing tricks on me."
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rims Rims hops in his car and heads to his favorite greasy spoon diner specializing in authentic CAS food like friend chicken and barbecue. He walks in, waves to a waitress and orders baby back ribs and beer. Lots of both. While he's eating, he sends a text based message to his fellow gangers: "Found some info on who we can shake down for more info. Recruiter in business district and gossiping security guard. Waiting on consensus on where we're all meeting. We might want to compare notes soon"
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Odessa "The Actress" Odessa quickly sends a reply to Rims and everyone else. "I'm ready to meet up when everyone else is, anywhere not especially toxic works for me. Also just quoting this incase you missed when I edited it into my last post shortly after I made it, Super Rad Razin posted:
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Razin posted:Odessa "The Actress" Thanks for pointing that out, I had indeed totally missed it Odessa Odessa casts Inrease Reflexes... but obviously 4 days in Lonestar captivity has had a negative effect on her ability to cast - her first attempt fizzles and deals 2 boxes of stun damage from drain. Hmph - well at least no one was around to see that. After clearing her head Odessa tries again, with some conviction this time. Success! The spell is cast at force 4 and no drain damage results, the spell reduces to force 3 as it is sustained by the focus, Odessa now has 3 IPs! She then rests for one hour recovering both boxes of stun damage.
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Piell posted:H-Bomb Quoting since it seems it was missed
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Piell posted:Quoting since it seems it was missed Thank you, I missed that as well - with your point in Piracy Forums I'll allow you to already know of some warez forums - if someone can start as an initiate in a magical group I can't see why they couldn't have a demoniod account H-Bomb It only takes 10 seconds for H-Bomb to find a hacked Tacsoft Rating 2 program that seems legit, 600 nuyen well spent. H-Bomb then spends 5 hours bypassing the copy protection on her Encrypt rating 6 software.
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Fu Fu accompanies Cheetah, who quickly loses sight of Fu. Once Cheetah arrives at his destination Fu appears from around a corner, seemingly appearing from nowhere. It is interesting for Fu to see how Cheetah lives, and he enjoys taking in the atmosphere of the pizza parlor that Cheetah seemed to be well acquainted with. It is some time before the various thrown together members finish their tasks, but once they finish their tasks and Fu begins to receive thoughts from those within range that had bonded with him. He then begins to coordinate the meeting with those he can reach, and having Cheetah contact those he cannot with a commlink.
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Raven "Thanks, Eagle, knew that old master-mind was still sharp. That'll save us a lot of legwork. I owe you big time." "Hey, just buy me a beer next time we meet and make sure Lone Star doesn't knock on the door and we're even." "I'll keep that in mind," chuckles Raven. He loads a single high explosive round into his Hatamoto and slides it under his jacket. "See you later, then?" "Next time I see ya, ya better be alive! See ya for my beer!" Eagle salutes as he hangs up. After checking his arms one last time, Raven pops open the keyboard and sends out a text to the rest of the team. "Two places where Triads like to hang out on days off," he writes. "Got these from a friend who runs a taxi. 'Quintuple Deuce', in financial district SW, low level runners. 'The Edge', Ares high rise, high security. Target may have recently been seen at 'Edge' on Sunday, but cannot confirm. Possible Ares/Triad alliance?" One last press check of the Elan, and it slides into the concealable holster. Now he's ready as he'll ever be. Just need to wait for everybody else to throw their chips in the pot. Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at Feb 4, 2013 around 01:19 |
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Cheetah Working with Fu, Cheetah comms those Fu can not and gives them directions to the pizza joint for the meeting.
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Odessa After recovering from her somewhat embarrassing miscast, Odessa checks her messages,then heads off to the meeting.
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H-Bomb Once everyone arrives at the pizza place, H-Bomb sends a pair of files to each of the other runners' commlinks. "I sent you all two things. First thing is a high powered encrypt program, as good or better than whatever you've already got. Run it in on your link, send all your communication to each other through it. It's crackable, but it'll at least take some time. If any of you sends me something in the clear, I'll sign you up for the nastiest most annoying AR popups you've ever seen, got it?? "The other thing is some tactical software. As long as you've got enough of the group around, it'll calculate targeting probabilities, fields of fire, do threat and sensor prediction, all kinds of nice poo poo. Keep that poo poo running all the time, too." You need to contribute 4 sensor channels to be in the tacnet. Any sense information you get from simrigs, ware, electronics, or carried sensors counts, and stuff like low-light vision, smartlink, spatial recognizer, etc counts as a separate channel. I think everyone's set on this, but if not make sure to buy sensors. The bonus is number of runners in range -2, with a maximum bonus of 2. Also for future reference my standard set of loaded programs on my hacking commlink (which is in hidden mode) are the following: Armor 5 (Ergonomic), ECCM 5 (Ergonomic), Analyze 6 (Ergonomic), Browse 6 (Ergonomic), Command 6 (Ergonomic), Edit 6 (Ergonomic), Scan 6 (Ergonomic), Encrypt 6, Stealth 6, Exploit 6, Sniffer 6, Tactical Software 2. Meanwhile my crappy commlink is running in active mode.
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