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 HP 25/25 | Armor 4 | Load 8/14 | XP 2/9 Sol reached out absently to rest a hand on Neon's shoulder, buffering her against the sudden turbulence as he grabbed a nearby strap to keep his own self from being flung across the deck. As things settled and explanations came in, he watched Behold carefully. An old flame, huh? And from the sound of it, things had not ended entirely peacefully. Hopefully this 'Abby' was not going to complicate matters too much. He did his best to be an understanding person, but if people interfered with his work they usually regretted it. Disregarding that conversation, he focused his attention on the boss lady. "Things working out alright? You've been ears deep into that choreography session the whole trip. Either you've hit a speed bump or hit upon something genius that won't get out of your head. And since you haven't punched me yet I'd put money on the latter." Even in the short time they'd been working together, he had a bit of a feel for Neon's moods, and he did his best to be supportive in what ways he could. For an artist, emotional security was no less important than physical. Moreso, in many respects.
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Abby responds to the small talk with a stark lack of amusement. She taps a hoof rapidly; Behold recognizes it as one of her anxious tells. "I was doing fantastic until you popped up on my radar, both figuratively and literally. Don't you have anywhere else to be?" She scowls at Jet. Even if her pet name didn't get broadcasted, it doesn't take much to make the wrong assumption about her getting closer. "And who's this hussy? Your latest conquest? Checks. I see you haven't learned a drat thing." Seira's search program finally returns something useful from a stub of a poorly tagged industrial design wikia article, of all places: DSH Fabrication Wikia posted:[Picture attached: Text description: 1.5 meter square metal rod covered in black and yellow warning stripes. Warning symbols state to stand clear of the ejection jet, the cutting area, and to wear double hearing protection. Rubberized grip with trigger and finger guard. Large external power pack attached via amphenols and heavy shielded cabling.]
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 HP: 12/12 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Load: 4/7 | XP: 3/9 "Miss Behold's liaisons are of a personal matter, of her own discretion, and not necessarily reflective of the Company as a whole." Seira picks herself up after her spill, and manages to send back a smiley face to Natasha on her messenger app. "By this, I mean you have no reason to treat us like this. We have our documents."
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Any ground gained by Seira's very reasonable statement goes out the window with everyone else chiming in, and Abby especially doesn't take kindly to Jet's new nickname for her. "Say again, bitch?" She puts her dukes up, then remembers that this was only a projection. She settles for a very stern knife-hand with her weaponized hand. "gently caress you. And gently caress you," she says, directing her hand to Neon, "you think I have any interest in being someone else's entertainment? I've got a real job where I make things happen. And you think I can be bought? Hey!" She snaps at someone behind her, turning her back to the team. "Mind your loving panel! There's no problem! Sit down!" She leans down to get in Behold's face. "I've got my eye on you," Abby growls. The illusion ends. Surely there should be more friendly hellions out there for Neon to recruit. Abby publicly resents Neon. +1 forward! "Ah. Erm. Ehh..." CR comes back on, audibly uncomfortable with everything that he just overheard. He eagerly changes the subject. "So, erm, it wooks wike you might be held up by secuwity when you get there, so... More fwee time! Xiaotian is a big place. What do you want to go see while you're waiting?"
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HP: 16/16 | Armor: 2 | Damage: d8 | Charge: ◇◇◇ | Load: 9/10 | XP: 3/9 Behold leans back and rubs her forehead. "Ugh, sorry about that. I didn't realize she'd been put in charge of Security... and that she was still that mad about our breakup." She brightens a bit. "But having some time in Xiaotian isn't bad. I know some good restaurants, not touristy places, and we could stop by Electric Town for some shopping." Electric Town is the infamous tech district near the primary power station for the tether, and exactly the sort of place someone like Behold would frequent. "But if you really want to do something fun, I know an awesome beam tag place." Beam tag is basically laser tag mixed with airsoft, with dose of AR and future tech.
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HP 25/25 | Armor 4 | Load 8/14 | XP 2/9 Wholly unprofessional behavior, but he wasn't anyone's mother to scold them over it. If this Abby caused them problems in the future that would be a useful lesson to stay on target and keep the goofing around for when they weren't on the job. He could, however, try and steer the conversation in that direction. "I don't like being a killjoy, but I think we should focus on the job before we concern ourselves with entertainment. We have to earn the money before we can spend it." Sol turned to Hibiki, arms crossed casually. "Miss Hibiki. If you have any further information about this job I would appreciate a heads up. Specs on what exactly it is we're salvaging would be useful. Are there any other teams that might take exception to our involvement?"
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Hibiki's hologram turns its head to Sol. "It's a sapphire data slate that I'm after. It's on an improperly decommissioned satellite. Don't worry about what's on it and don't get any big ideas, aight? The only reason that anyone would be opposed to it or after it is if they also know what's on it, so you should be fine. Should. That's the gamble with security through obscurity, you know? Anyways, doc's telling me to get off the call. Gotta get those new eyes in. Lates." The hologram flickers out. "Uh... You just mean let them know about the undead workers thing, right?" Matthias squints at Zann. "I'm assuming we still don't talk about the job. I'll stick to the advertising." He throws Zann a dopey thumbs up. The rest of the flight passes quickly despite the last 15 minutes turning into 2 hours. CR is uncomfortably quiet the rest of the way, obviously thrown off by Abby's reprimand. ---- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeWdH9X7X3A  The sun fades away as the cargo carrier descends into one of the underwater tunnels leading to the tether's base station. There's a lot of radio chatter surrounding the team's arrival, though whether it's because of the celebrity onboard or the original cargo remains to be determined. After a few minutes of seeing little more than maintenance lights and metallic tunnel whizzing by, the VTOL stops on a clean steel landing platform and drops its ramp. A security team lead by a stern-looking cyborg is waiting for the team. "Welcome home, Miss Pascale," she states. There is nothing but professionalism in her tone. "I'm Gunner Javadi, security officer assigned to this arrival. Your return is a surprise. I would ask if you were here to visit the family, but..." She cocks her head as she takes in the rest of the misfits. "I won't pry. Can I help you and your entourage past security? It's tourist season again and the normal gates have a bit of a wait. Tether's birthday tomorrow and all that. We'll even make an exception for the projectile weapons free areas if you promise to behave. They're bad for the pressure hulls," she preemptively explains to Neon. "Where can I take you? Going up? If you have any questions or requests, please don't be afraid to ask." As friendly as she is, you get the impression that the VIP treatment is intended to keep a close eye on you. "Oh, and the Commander sends her regards, Miss Pascale. She said she would come down to say hi, but she has to make preparations for the birthday ball tomorrow." Gunner rolls her eyes as she speaks of Abby. Looking away from the tunnel, the landing pad seamlessly transitions into a lavish reception area. A holographic banner streams across the top: [ Welcome to Xiaotian Secure Receiving Zone 2. ]  What do you do? You've got a ticket past security, but where to first?
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | Damage: d4 | Load: 4/6 | XP: 5/9 Undead Servants: Chauncey, Gigantic Multi-Armed Porter| Stats: +3 STR, +2 CON/DEX, +1 INT/WIS/CHA | HP: 12/12 | Armor: 2 | DMG: +4 "The entry-level necromantic specialist position would be a good exuse for why we're here, yes, and I do still mean to take a look at this Bishop felow, but that's not what I'm trying to say." Zann clicks down the ramp with the others and sends a discreet reply when Sol's message gives a hud pop-pop. quote:From: Zmarat Continuing the lecture to Matthias, Zann says "I'm not just talking about this one job, that's not really important. This is just a thing we're doing so we'll be able to do something else. Usually that's all it is, even dealing with that idiot who used to have Chuncey's hat. Let me put it this way. I've been around for a while, and many of the great errors I've seen come from... an excess of attachment." For a moment, the lich looks distant and has a voice that almost sounds human. "Clinging, I'd say, is the great error of the living. People try so many ways to avoid it. We raise temples to jealous gods so we can say our wars have divine favor. We pray to flags and say the young have to die for the old. We build fake people and call them Corporations so we can say our decisions were made for the company, and we don't have to worry about the damage they do. I chose my work, and tore off my flesh so I could pretend to live forever -- this was back in the old days, when things were a little less refined. None of it really works. It's all dust in the end. Even us. Especially us." Zann give one last, hard look, and adds "I know you won't be able to avoid it, no matter what you insist on breathing in. Just make sure that when you do choose to something to cling to, it's important enough for you to be willing to lose everything else. " "Now, let's go fix a lich who losing his mind!" Zann gets the guard's attention. "Excuse me? I'm a licensed necromantic practitioner, here for a consult with a Bishop of the Prosperous Singularity? Do you have a location on him?"
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Matthias taps his chin in thought. "Aren't we always just doing one thing so that we can do another? Makes both the accomplishment and the journey out to be nothing. Bleak stuff. I dig it." He nods to Zann, highly satisfied with their philosophizing. "There's also the Birthday Brawl now," Gunner notes to Neon and Behold. "Younger crowd, fewer influential figures. Scene thing with a lot of moshing, if that's more your speed. I think your presence will be requested at the Ball, Miss Pascale. And I have no need to perform any in depth inspections of your weapons," she says to Neon. "Just behave. And most of the upper class and senior staff will be there. Numerous hopeful guests, socialites, and leeches, of course." She waves the rest of her unit off to attend to whatever it was that the GKI transport was carrying, and motions for the group to follow her through an unassuming side passageway. The scenery is the drab industrial fare that you would expect, though now you can see all of the native DSH heavy security wandering from place to place. They're all highly unphotogenic types, though far from uncordial; most give the team a friendly nod or wave as you pass. Once you're well away from the reception area, Gunner looks to Zann. "Didn't mean to ignore your question, but..." She hems and haws. "That's prickly information right now. We have him in the medical wing of the geosync portion and I can take you to him. Won't say what we know, though it's not much. I hope you're not going to pick his brain, but who am I to tell you how to live? How did you find out about him, though?" She leads you through a bulky set of double doors, presumably into one of the elevator cars. It's cramped with various boxes and a few of the aforementioned unsightly security specialists. "Apologies; the express lane comes with less amenities than the touristy cars, and it's a little more uncomfortable due to the acceleration." The doors slam shut and your bodies feel considerably heavier with little warning. "Only one window and there are a few cables blocking the view." Leaves of shielding fold away to reveal a spectacular view of the ground zipping away. A pair of counters on the railway tick down; one shows the distance to geosynchronous orbit, while the other shows the apparent gravity down to an obnoxious number of decimal places. This would be a quick journey despite the magnitude of travel involved.  "Bishop got into something he wasn't supposed to." Gunner continues abruptly. "It's apparently a big deal, with a capital B." She stares out the window. "And, I'm sure you're not stupid; I'm supposed to be keeping a tight leash on your group. However, I care very little for politics and I'm comically inept for my position, if you catch my drift." She face Behold and makes stern eye contact. "Do whatever you like, but do not endanger this installation, its inhabitants, or the company, understood?" Everyone's HUDs alert them to their newly elevated permissions level. You apparently have access to every location and piece of information that isn't sensitive. And tickets to the ball! You can only assume that the Brawl doesn't have tickets. "Don't make your stay on the stalk a long one. I'm going to take a nap; if we happen to get there and you wander off before I wake up..." Gunner shrugs, rolls her eyes, and wanders off to find a cozy crate top. You all have stalk-wide internet access, lots of blueprints, and the ability to call and harass anyone you want. You should have enough time to shop online and pick stuff up upon arrival if you'd like, or maybe attempt to illicitly gain more access to things. What do you do?
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A red warning light illuminates the platform. Gunner grabs onto the handrail. "Might want to - " She doesn't get a chance to say anything before the elevator comes to a crashing halt, flinging everyone into the ceiling. Rather than fall back to the ground, you stick there, now apparently in zero gravity. The warning lights die out and the doors fling themselves open to reveal a large central cargo hanger. The outer edge of the massive cylindrical space is filled with spacecraft in various states of repair and resupply. "I should have said something about that earlier, but I forgot. They really need to adjust the deceleration rate on this thing," she grumbles. "We're here. I can take you to Bishop now," she says to Zann. "And anyone else that cares to come with. The rest of you get lost." A rather rough fellow climbs into the compartment just after Gunner flings herself out.  "Oy, howzit ladies?" He renders a facetious - but sharp - salute. "You need a taxi around, eh? Take you to lodging, maybe some food, maybe a party, maybe some sketchy abandoned satellites for a li'l bit of questionably legal salvage?" Zann and Co. After a lengthy zero-G trip through a long corridor to the outside of one of several artificial gravity rings, Gunner leads you through numerous secured gates within a spotless medical complex. The equipment present and lack of patients makes it clear that this is more of an experimental facility. The final gate opens to reveal a garishly synthetic body suspended in the middle of the room from a web of wiring.  "Here he is." Gunner shrugs. "Got any ideas?"
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Zann and Co. Gunner produces a tablet and swipes through a few menus. "Unclassified stuff... Nonresponsive. Memory's all there, no discontinuities that the docs could figure out. Don't know what sort of shock it was, since things look normal, but it was an unbuffered, direct neural link via a datajack fiber optic cable. Stupid." She shakes her head. "Listen, I won't even pretend to understand the rest of the data that's cleared for release, but I can tell you that all the docs and specialists that tried to make direct mental contact all got spooked. Said something was trying to make contact them. Some guys got a part to do a thing that should clear it up. It's a memory discontinuity without consent, but he can decide how big a problem he has with that if he wakes up. If you have any bright ideas, feel free to try them out." Sketchy Pirate Guy The man slides up to Seira. "You need to stop by the shopping district then? No problem at all! Need a dress for ball tailored right away? Or maybe not a dress, but whatever nonsense you plan on wearing. I know all the best places, yeah?"
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Poise: 3/4 | Load: 5/6 | XP: 7/9 | Currently: Stylish Neon=Neon grinned at Seira, "If you need new clothes for the party..." The neon constructs popped into existence around her and began to dance and spin excitedly. "These little ones love to make new outfits. I guarantee they'd be much more stylish and regal than anything your... friend, there, can offer." Turning her attention back to Sol, she adds, "We'll be attending the ball with Behold and Seira, of course!" Neon=Neon gives him an appraising look. "Do you have any dress armor? I could probably add some decorative embellishments, but..." She taps her chin thoughfully, imagining Sol in a wide variety of armor styles.
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HP 25/25 | Armor 4 | Load 8/14 | XP 2/9 "I've nothing fancy, but that's intentional. A bodyguard works best when they blend in. My size makes that difficult, and my face even more so. The next best thing, then, is to look like the scenery. With all the cyborgs employed these days, neutral colors and well-kept gear that doesn't stand out makes a person just this side of invisible. I will need to take some time to polish my boots though." As he spoke, Sol kept a sharp eye on the fellow who had let himself in. Something about the guy was sending warning signals up and down his spine. The tattoos, the jewelry, and those teeth...he struck Sol as a wannabe pimp. Or slaver. Whatever he was, he wasn't sure he liked the idea of Seira going off with him. Had he seen or heard of tattoos like those before? Perhaps glanced over a bounty notice for someone fitting this piratey fellow's description? He blinked and let his mind flow unguided, permitting the bits of knowledge and rumor he had accumulated over the years float through his consciousness. Sometimes the best way to remember something was to let it come to him. Memory was like a nervous rabbit sometimes - chasing it would only make it flee. Discern Realities: 2d6+1 11 What should I be on the lookout for? Who's really in control here? What here is not what it appears to be?
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This guy's pushy mannerisms seems to be a show that's only growing more absurd with each rejection. Best to keep an eye out just in case he gets more aggressive. And he arrived far too quickly, almost as if he was waiting, or someone tipped him off to your arrival. The taxis in the background are only just now starting to cruise in your direction. After further examination, the tattoos are little more than bad ideas by someone with poor judgement and even poorer taste. The pattern across the face is simply an imitation tribal design. One tattoo does stand out, however. Is that a Shiheian character? No... Central Kingdom? Wei? Was this Hibiki's contact?
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HP 25/25 | Armor 4 | Load 8/14 | XP 2/9 Sol openly scrutinized the man, before turning to Neon. "...Madam, remind me to thank Captain Cinnamonroll for the ride when we get a chance. It slipped my mind, and I feel like a bit of a jackass." He cocked his head back towards the man. He waited just long enough for the silence to get awkward before continuing. He wasn't the people person his teammates were, but he knew a thing or two about putting people off their balance and seizing the initiative in a conversation. "Trouble you for a match?" That was the code phrase Hibiki had given them. Now to find out of this was their man or just some sleazy grifter. Well, he was a sleazy grifter either way. The response would just determine if he was a sleazy grifter Sol could fold into a pretzel if the urge struck.
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HP: 16/16 | Armor: 2 | Damage: d8 | Charge: ◇◇◇ | Load: 9/10 | XP: 3/9 Behold weathered the deceleration pretty well, but then spent some time fielding notifications and requests. Now that she's caught up, looks down at her environment suit. "I guess I need a dress too, huh? I wasn't expecting to need formal wear so all I brought was work stuff."
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HP: 26/26 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d10 | Load: 5/9 | XP: 5/9 "I hope you know a good tailor," grumbles Jet, lurking behind her nominal employer. "It's fuckin' hell trying to look good and hide all the metal-" Jet pauses. "Wait, this is like, your peeps right? poo poo, they won't give a flying gently caress! This is great!"
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HP: 16/16 | Armor: 2 | Damage: d8 | Charge: ◇◇◇ | Load: 9/10 | XP: 3/9 "Not everyone up here is an Arrowist - but yeah, not only will folks not mind, if anything you should flaunt it."
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HP: 12/12 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Load: 4/7 | XP: 3/9 Seira nods politely to Neon. "I don't know if I'd look good with your um, style of dress, but if you're offering, I'll take it." She thinks about it a bit. "I'm personally curious how these constructs work..."
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Poise: 3/4 | Load: 5/6 | XP: 7/9 | Currently: Stylish Neon=Neon shrugs, "Hopes, dreams, a touch of magic...? They've been around as long as I can remember. The clothes will be fabulous, don't you worry, they'll get you set up to dazzle and impress like you wouldn't believe!" She leans in closer to Seira, a teasing smile on her face as she adds, "I could even set up a photo shoot for you, I'd bet we'd get some real cute pictures for you to send back to Natasha~!" Turning back to Sol, she adds, "Will do~! That little cutie can't just sneak off without a proper send-off."
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | Damage: d4 | Load: 4/6 | XP: 5/9 Undead Servants: Chauncey, Gigantic Multi-Armed Porter| Stats: +3 STR, +2 CON/DEX, +1 INT/WIS/CHA | HP: 12/12 | Armor: 2 | DMG: +4 Well. Zann would stretch if Zann ever needed to stretch (the same goes for cracking knuckles.) With a long look at the hanging Bishop, Zann turns to Gunner and says "I don't think there's anything for it. I think Mr. Bishop has company in there, and I'll have to have to go in and sort things out. I'm too worried about sealing the problem in if I use my generalized repair spells. Matthias, let's set up a buffer network with our control equipment. They already have will interpretation built in." Zann starts to fiddle with their effector units and the nearby interface units, adding "I hope this gentleman has a phylactery, but given what he's already done to himself I doubt it. It would make things a lot easier -- with me, you could just smash whatever my consciousness was currently entangled with and I'd just re-integrate up on the moon." Holding up some ungodly kludge of post-mortality control system and neural projection and interpretation network, Zann asks "What do you think? This should get me in there, and make things mostly understandable." wiegieman fucked around with this message at 17:46 on Oct 18, 2017 |
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