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British Manners "Nice outfit mate," Waterhouse dryly observes as he looks down at Stormcrow's ravaged suit. He doesn't remove his hand from the grip of his rifle to shake with the mage. "Bloody good of you to get all dressed up for the occasion. Alright then, let's see the damage." Waterhouse ignores the living, trembling techies in some kind of British glass-half-empty approach, wandering through the building noting all the bullet holes in consoles, smashed windows and blood stains and 'tsk tsk'ing every few seconds. Benny shrugs apologetically at Stormcrow. "Like I said, he's been steaming. Doesn't want runners on board." Upstairs the hard-eyed rebel leader looks at Cole, listens to the voices below, looks at what's left of his arm. "I suppose then I would have to say that I am in." You eye him closely. You're not sure you'd trust him with a gun in his remaining hand, but he's at least interested enough for further negotiations. Waterhouse appears at the top of the stairs, shaking his head at the damage. "Jesus Christ, Snipey," he mutters, "Thought you sorts were meant to be subtle. There's been more bullets fired in here than the whole of the bloody Normandy Landing! Ah well, least you didn't have no 'friendly fire' incidents. Unusual for you Yanks. You lot bloody invented them." He looks over at the two captured rebels and the security guard. Double takes as he realises they're not restrained. "gently caress me, you didn't think to bring any handcuffs, eh?" He motions for one of his guards to come forward with zip ties at the ready. Andy tries to protest his innocence but Waterhouse tells him to "shut it, you monkey, tell it to the HR board cause I ain't hearin' it. Better fuckin' hope you ain't on camera helpin' this lot". Andy sits quietly. "Alright," Waterhouse announces, "we'll take it from here and stuff these three jokers in the holdin' cells for now." He turns back to the runners. "You six better get yourselves tidied up and put some plasters on your boo-boos. Mr Newport wants to meet you in four hours, downtown, scummy li'l bar called Ilya's." --- Emerald Rogue posted:When do we get Edge back, by the way? I'm sort of out.
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Yay, Edge! I have decided that Snipey is part of why Waterhouse doesn't like runners. Snipey To Stormcrow: ::Understood. They'll be in a holding cell. Can you do it ... subtly? Without them feeling it?:: "Subtle?" Snipey grins at Waterhouse, showing many teeth. "Subtle's when HQ doesn't know why the team sent into the jungle didn't come back. You should understand that, right Bill? The rebels here were contained. No reports out. Subtle." He raises his eyebrows and nods, as though he's trying to get Waterhouse to nod along with him. He drops the smile and leans forward, eyes wide and his expression one of mock earnestness. "These are our prisoners. You're just taking care of them for us." After Mr. No Fun leaves, Snipey, now sincere, says to Vincent: "Mr. Coll. Please, let me buy you a replacement suit. This one is in no condition for meeting Newport." Yes, Snipey's sole act of apology for jumping the gun is to the team psychopath. Actually, that might not be a bad choice, all things considered...
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Natalyachildren overboard posted:Waterhouse ignores the living, trembling techies in some kind of British glass-half-empty approach, wandering through the building noting all the bullet holes in consoles, smashed windows and blood stains and 'tsk tsk'ing every few seconds. Benny shrugs apologetically at Stormcrow. "Like I said, he's been steaming. Doesn't want runners on board." "Then I would say it is too bad for him that he is not the one in charge," Natalya quipped, utterly unconcerned with any collateral damage they may have caused; they'd been told to rescue hostages and they had rescued hostages. Nobody had said anything about not breaking windows, destroying equipment, or blowing up APCs in the main lot. quote:"Alright," Waterhouse announces, "we'll take it from here and stuff these three jokers in the holdin' cells for now." He turns back to the runners. "You six better get yourselves tidied up and put some plasters on your boo-boos. Mr Newport wants to meet you in four hours, downtown, scummy li'l bar called Ilya's." "Aww, how quaint!," Natalya said, laughing. "Mr. Johnson wants to meet us at a bar. Well that is all right, fortunately I was planning to head there this evening anyway so this will save me a trip, and your Mr. Newport can buy the first round in celebration of his very wise decisin to have hired me. In the meantime I could use a shower...a lady must take care of her appearance after all," she went on, flashing Waterhouse a grin as she sauntered out of the shot-up building and back down the path to where the vehicles were waiting to escort them to whatever passed for civilization on Lagu Lagu.
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"Oh hey, you guys are just in time. Cool, thanks for all the help. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go get prettied up for my big date." With a sneer on his lips, Noise shoulders past Waterhouse and his guards, following Natalya back to the trucks. "Hey, Nat - you think they have any good scotch on a rock this small?"
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Vincent Coll "Right, keep the hate out of your eyes, walk briskly, try not to let the drugs make you look too woozy. Keep moving, walk don't run, don't call me on anything, and showtime." Vincent strides down the stairs purposefully, leading slightly with his right side so as to best display his bullet wound. He had been hoping not to cross paths with the "No need for any of that, uniform. There are no prisoners, and I won't have you zipping up our counter-insurgent cultural liaisons. I understand that you feel the need to follow procedure, but we were brought in because posting shifts and filling out forms wasn't working. The first step to stabilizing this theater lies with my beautiful new friends," Vincent sweeps one hand at the blood soaked and battered insurgents. "It's hardly expected, but that's why it will work. Mr. Newport, of course, will be briefed extensively on our results-oriented asymmetrical disempowerment paradigm. I suggest you consult with him for any need-to-know actionable intel." I really, really want that commlink, Noise; please leave the programs on it, especially if there's a copy of Edit. That's multipurpose.
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Commlink is all yours - I'm happy to leave any general purpose programs for you, but do you need the hacking programs too? Some of them are actually upgrades for me (Attack, Armor and Black Hammer specifically), and I can get a decent chunk of change for selling the rest. Children Overboard didn't say what general programs were on the commlink. If it's allowed, I would be happy to just load it with copies of my own programs. The core book isn't exactly clear on whether or not you can do that, so I will leave it up the GM to decide.
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I'll take whatever. The more programs you give me, the more I will find uses for them. So maybe it's best if you keep them away from me.
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NatalyaEmerald Rogue posted:"Hey, Nat - you think they have any good scotch on a rock this small?" Natalya snorted. "I sincerely doubt it, nor am I holding out much hope of finding good vodka here either. Ah, the sacrifices I am forced to make for my art," she said with a dramatic sigh, swooning theatrically before quickly righting herself. "But then again this Mr. Newport is obviously a rich man and he must acquire the luxuries I am sure he is used to from somewhere. And if all else fails we have made ourselves a tidy profit here today, and even on an island this small there must be someone who can arrange such things for the right price."
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Vulgarities "In a pig's arse, mate," Waterhouse tells Vincent [(idiomatic, vulgar, UK) Absolutely not; under no circumstances]. "These are the bellends that just killed two of my men, and that pillock," he gestures at Andy, "is the twat who helped 'em if your man out front isn't telling porkies. The only place they're going is our holding cells, at least until they've been interrogated and we've had time to have a squizz at the CCTV footage." By now Kale's had the dwarven driver bring the jeep up, carefully steering through smoking wreckage to park it in front of the door. The fixer looks down at the ruined APC and lets out an impressed hum. "Applaudable." he says simply. "If you are finished here I can show you to your quarters to get cleaned up ahead of the meet tonight, and," he glances at Vincent's wound, "I can direct you to the company doctor." Emerald Rogue posted:Commlink is all yours - I'm happy to leave any general purpose programs for you, but do you need the hacking programs too? Some of them are actually upgrades for me (Attack, Armor and Black Hammer specifically), and I can get a decent chunk of change for selling the rest. Children Overboard didn't say what general programs were on the commlink. If it's allowed, I would be happy to just load it with copies of my own programs. The core book isn't exactly clear on whether or not you can do that, so I will leave it up the GM to decide. It also has R4 of all the common use programs. You could transfer them but I'm not sure about duplicating programs, I'm imagining DRM in 2070 to be of the "antenna pops out and punches you in the balls cursing you and your children and your children's children" variety if current progressions are to be sustained. Googling around it looks like there are rules in one of the books, are they simple/make sense?
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I don't have my .pdf of Unwired in front of me, but that's the book with the rules for licensed and hacked programs. Basically, programs in the core book are assumed to be fully licensed, DRM-protected versions. These have the sort of gently caress-you DRM you describe. You can also buy much cheaper pirated or hacked versions, which can be freely copied, but also degrade in rating over time due to not receiving the regular patches and updates a licensed version would. If your hacked application falls behind the state-of-the-art standards, you need to write your own patches (more or less free, but time-intensive) or buy a pirated patch from Hacker House or similar groups. In any case, I'll get that commlink prepped for Vincent. Noise With a sigh, Noise drops into the bed of Nail's pickup. Nothing like a comfortable cargo flatbed after a hard day of mid-gunfight hacking - a properly ergonomic ride is rapidly rising to the top of Noise's shopping list. After the suspension stops bouncing and settles out a few inches lower than before, the troll reaches into his newly-acquired bag of goodies. Pulling out the Transys Avalon (and scrubbing off a couple of blood spatters), Noise gets to work prepping the captured commlink for his weirdly ill-equipped elven teammate. He mumbles in Cantonese to himself as he clears out registries and transfers files: "No commlink. How the hell does anyone get anything done without a commlink, anyway? Can you even buy plane tickets without one? Is there some counter in an airport where you can just walk up and buy tickets? Like, from a person? Nah, that can't be right." OK, so I'm keeping the Attack, Armor and Black Hammer utilities and leaving the rest for Vincent. Have fun! Try not to get your brain fried! Emerald Rogue fucked around with this message at 02:37 on May 7, 2013 |
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Vincent Coll Vincent sighs theatrically, inwardly cursing that this miserable rentacop was talking back. Two weeks, he promises himself. Two weeks from now, I'll be situated enough to kill him. But for now... now he has to play the game. "You really don't get it, do you? I'm heading off to my interview with Mr. Newport. He was expecting to have to tell me where to go and what to do, but instead we dropped out of the sky and dealt with the terrorists you and your boys couldn't handle, saved the lives of the hostages as well as injured security personnel, and have already begun establishing a shadow network. Then you and yours showed up, just after the nick of time." Vincent spins on one foot and levels two fingers accusingly at the security officer. "So here's your choice. Are you the inept fool who showed up too late to do anything but ruin my intel, or are you the slower responding more rugged and traditionally trained security forces who secured the area, allowing the specialists to focus on the covert activities they were hired for?" Vincent steps forward, invading the guard's personal space as the two exchange their best furious glares. "And before you answer, think about how good I look right now, turning a crisis situation into a fragging net profit. Management loves that drek."
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Vincent Coll "The way I hear it, Nigel stopped listening to you the minute we got hired." Vincent lets the impromptu staring contest continue on for three more seconds before giving up--this victim wasn't going to get smart--and wallks towards the approaching soldiers. "Stormcrow!" he calls out. "Please present my most profound regrets to Mr. Newport that I won't be able to attend my first meeting. Normally I'd never miss on an official meeting like this, but needs must, and I can't trust my assets with this boneheaded fool. See if you can't get him to pull rank while you're at it." Vincent walks up to one of the smaller guards and lets the anger drop from his face, replaced with a warm, calming smile. "You look like you have soft hands," he says cheerfully. "Do you have a yellow zip tie? I'm in a yellow mood today." Gotten the officer to look like a frothing lunatic, although I suspect he does that a lot, now its time to ingratiate myself with the rest of the security guards. Four hits on makin' friends.
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Snipey "You do not know who you are fraggin' with, do you Billy?" Snipey says, giggling madly. "This is just beautiful. Exactly what we needed here." He turns to look at the new recruits, and calms himself. "This is no act. Mr. Coll's keeping you safe. 'cept you, Andy. You're an rear end in a top hat." Torn between moving on with his day and continuing to watch the show, Snipey decides to stay put. Stay put and continue recording the scene with his eyes and ears, that is, for enjoying again later. It would be nice if Vinnie and his Negotiating dice were at the table when we talk with Newport, but the way this is playing out is awesome.
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Stormcrow is literally just as good. The only real difference is that Stormcrow is less likely to push his luck and explain how we all need corporate financed sports car to promote our shadowy agenda.
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Stormcrow, please promote our sports car agenda, tia.
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My Ride's Here "This plonker had a choice," Waterhouse shrugs at Snipey. "And he chose fuckin' poorly, didn't you sunshine?" The captain nods to his guards. The men approach and attach zip ties around the hands of Vincent, the hacker, and Andy. They look curiously at the one-armed Huk leader and decide to strap his remaining hand through a second zip tie to fasten it to his belt. The captives are thoroughly patted down and a pistol and a commlink are confiscated from Vincent. The security guards approach with thick black bags. Before the hood is placed over his head, the rebel leader glares across at Kale and says something in Tagolog. Nail hears it as "you forgot February 9". Natalya's linguasoft concludes a roughly similar translation. Kale looks away and lights another cigarette. Thick black hoods are placed over the four captives' heads before they're marched into the back of the patrol truck. The remaining five of you are treated to more civil transport and take the jeep back to the base. The little Welsh wheelman puts on some thinking music but all it makes you think is "what the hell are they singing". Kale doesn't offer much direct commentary on the situation, but at one point he takes a call on his comm and merely tells the caller "Yes, that is correct" and then "I understand" before hanging up. "Mr Newport and Captain Waterhouse became close friends in India." Kale says by way of explanation, looking out the window. "Their loyalty runs deep. It predates my employment with the Newport Group, and yours. But that is not my story to tell. In any case, Mr Coll will not be joining us." Riding in the back of the patrol truck with a hood over his head, Coll struggles to pick up bits and pieces of the other side of Kale's conversation with Waterhouse, just muffled words here and there. "...on the plane? ... We're gonna --something something-- solitary confinement. We'll --something something-- his visa... back in Manilla ... first flight...he won't be our problem no more." The call concludes. Andy pipes up with "um, gov, I think there's been a mistake-" but Waterhouse cuts him off. "Shut your mouth you stupid knob," he growls. "If I hear anymore chinwag back there, I'll gag the lot of you." From his voice you believe Waterhouse is in the front passenger seat. You heard one of the other security guard's boots stomp into the back with you and can now smell the oil from the workings of his rifle—he's sitting right beside you. You can't see anything, can't hear much over the engine, can only feel the bumps of the dirt road and the rebel leader's knee smacking into yours as you go round a corner and momentum tosses his weight against you. His knee bumps you again. And again. And again. And again. Purposefully. Like in a pattern. - If Vincent can regale us with an entertaining explanation of how you could have learned Morse code, then I'll tell you what the rebel's saying.
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Natalyachildren overboard posted:"This plonker had a choice," Waterhouse shrugs at Snipey. "And he chose fuckin' poorly, didn't you sunshine?" Natalya glanced out the window of the SUV as she watched the head of security emerge from the building escorting a procession of bound and hooded prisoners...one of whom was wearing a very familiar suit. She quickly threw the door open and strode purposefully towards the guards, waving her hands in front of her and shaking her head firmly. "No! No no no, stop! Stop, wait, you cannot do this." Before any of them could say anything she moved over to Vincent, grabbing him...and quickly patted him down before tsking and pushing him aside, looking over the guards and turning them this way and that before she finally found what was looking for, grabbing her pistol off the one who had confiscated it and checking the smartlink readout before holstering it with a satisfied nod. "All right," she said cheerily, patting the bound elf on the shoulder and turning back towards the SUV, "now you can go."
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Nail Well, this was getting interesting. Vinnie gives him self up to be with his new best buddies, the terrorists. Definite lack of professionalism there. All the bullshit posturing and talk is expected between the squaddies and other assets, but volunteering to be imprisoned is just stupid. Following the jeep, Nail listens in to the conversation over Noise's audio feed. Looks like they won't have to deal with him after all, though with how everything has been going, Nail is sure this wasn't the last time they would see the elf. And what's this February 9th stuff? Thinking back, Nail tries to remember anything he's heard about that day. I don't know if Street Knowledge:Yomi Island would work for February 9th but here's my roll. Steet Knowledge:yomi: 5d6t5 2 Alternatively, I guess we could ask Kale about Feb 9th.
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Vincent Coll About two minutes into the ride, Vincent decides it's time to make his move. With his hands pinned firmly behind his back, it's effortless to slip out the hand blade a fraction of an inch and slit the zip tie before retracting it. With a theatrically huge yawn and stretch, it's clear to everyone that his hands are free before he pulls the hood off of his head. "You boys wash these things between uses, right? Ah, no matter." He grins at the furious guard grappling with his gun to his right and throws an arm around the man's shoulder. "Don't be like that! I came to this island to help you guys, let's be friends. How long have you been working here?" Sorry, I can't think of a way to know Morse Code, so instead I'm going to be friends with the guards. Strike up conversations, be amicable. Learn names. If you deem my success overwhelming, I want to learn a song from them and have all of us be singing it together before Waterhouse notices. With Edge: Seven successes. Also, doing a quick headcount: Are all the Huk here?
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Where Loyalties Lie "February 9 was Liberation Day," Kale says blankly, confirming a distant memory of Nail's as the fixer's voice comes over the truck's network. "The day we took the island back from the Japanese, and when the rest of the Philippines entered open revolt. It was a necessary war, but it is over now, and I am not sentimental about those days." About 15 minutes later you've emerged from the jungle to drive through a few impoverished outlying villages: typically small, clustered buildings constructed from salvage, powered by a central generator and with the slow, moody matrix mesh provided by cheap consumer goods like kettles and toasters stuck atop lamp posts with a bucket placed on top to keep the rain out.  "Most people speak English in the two cities, but out in the villages Tagalog is more common," Kale explains. "English rates dropped during the war, for two reasons. The first was nationalistic pride. The second was a tactical concern. While a fair number of Japanese soldiers speak English, very few speak Tagalog, and the moment it takes for their commander's Linguasofts to translate our cries of 'hit the chopper with another rocket' into their tongue and disseminate it to the troops is a slight advantage in battle, and we needed every advantage we could get." After another 20 minutes of the Welsh driver meandering through the villages and old urban slums, the scenery changes abruptly as you come around the edge of a mountain road into a valley populated by a large and very modern city. There are no walls separating the rotting old projects from the city that has sprung up, at least no physical walls. Careful observation finds the populations are divided by nothing more than seemingly-innocuous sensor stations at the major highways into town. Anyone entering without a valid SIN would attract swift attention from the police. The driver keeps to the edges of town to avoid traffic, skirting the rim of the valley to bring you up into the mountains overlooking town to the Newport base.  "Mr Newport wanted to build a colonial-style manor, with open grounds and an English garden," Kale says gently, keeping any hint of amusement from his voice. "I explained to him that the flowers from his home do not do well here and that open compounds have been popular targets for Huks with mortars. So he allowed Captain Waterhouse to collaborate with the architect and now this is what we have." The steel gates slide open as you approach. A large turret glares down at you with polarised windows looking like a cop's mirror shades. The driver takes the hummer into a vehicle lift where you descend into the earth about 20 metres before the elevator jolts to a stop. You emerge into a large mall-like structure, the common area of the Newport facility dominated by a food court and recreational facilities. Kale flicks a map of the base to your comms. Four wings branch off from the mall: west is the barracks, security HQ and holding cells. To the south is storage and data hubs. East is worker accommodation and the med facility, and the entire northern wing is Mr Newport's residence. Heading west, the doors slide open automatically in response to the code Kale's sent you. You find your lodgings are clean and secure but small and basic: Two to a room. "Along with acting as secure accommodation and recreation facility for our workers, vital company data is also stored in wired servers at this complex," Kale says. "Offsite our holdings include the power plant, the desal station, and in the city we purchased an office tower for day-to-day business. Mr Newport is there now, and will be in meetings for the next couple of hours. Message me when you've had time to clean up, and I'll have Gerraint to drive you into town." - You have two hours if you want to rest up and make heal checks to shed any damage (The company medic and her autodoc have 12 dice on heal if you need it). Also consider what you'll be carrying into the city: Foreigners aren't routinely patted down, but longarms or more blatant tools of war may provoke a licence check from the local police. And choose a bunk mate! If you purchased your own lifestyle, you can get a hotel in the city or one of the roomier executive's quarters in the worker's accommodation wing. - Meanwhile back in the patrol truck, Vincent pulls his hood off. He sees the guard has a taser in hand. The man's eyes grow wide in panic when he sees your hands out of the zipties and realises you're either outrageously strong or you have a knife. You try to smooth talk him and he pauses momentarily. He's weighing up whether to fire. Waterhouse turns around to tell you to "cut out that chinwagging" when he sees Vincent's arms free. "FUCKIN' HELL!" he shouts. "TASER THAT GOBSHITE!" and he does. - Freeing yourself from your restraints provokes initiative. You roll 15 to the guard's 13, so you have time to start speaking. Unfortunately you are facing hefty penalties to that check (-3 for the guard's 'hostile' disposition and -3 as your outcome is harmful to him (if he does what you say, his boss will at the very least fire him (if he's lucky)), so your final count is 4 hits. Waterhouse rolls leadership and including his modifier for rank and 'friendly' disposition gets 5 hits. The guard stays loyal to his commander and tasers you. Need to defend against 2 hits (6S) and 2 hits (6S). Kai Tave posted:"All right," she said cheerily, patting the bound elf on the shoulder and turning back towards the SUV, "now you can go." 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Darn! Time to spend that karma raising my reaction, then. Raising base reaction to 4, which costs 4 x 3 = 12 karma, all of it. (e: jeeze, prices went up in the 20th anniversary edition, nevermind) Dude's sitting adjacent to me, right? Can I defend from this attack as if it were melee? He's right there. Mystic Mongol fucked around with this message at 22:08 on May 9, 2013 |
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Nail Following the jeep back to the compound, Nail fills Noise in on the latest antics of our Elf "friend." Parking his truck, he meets up with the others at the bottom of the lift. While they're still all standing around, "Got space for one of you in my room. it's not the Hilton, but it's secure and free." Carrying a bag full of gear over one shoulder and his rifle over the other, Nail makes his way to his quarters. Once there, he sits down and cleans his rifle and goes over his gear. He may have barely used most of it today but several years on ships, where sea water quickly caused corrosion taught him to make sure everything was still in good shape often. With everything checked, Nail hops in for a quick shower before changing into clean clothes and getting ready to meet Newport. I think Noise and Nail would get along well as bunk-mates if he is staying at the compound. Paid for a month of low lifestyle at creation. Gonna say that Nail has been staying at the compound since being hired. His low lifestyle is the place he rented before being hired. Since it's one of those pay the month up front kind of places, he's still got access to it for 3 weeks before he needs to pay again. Taking to the meet: Armor Jacket Predator IV w/ 2 spared mags Concealable holster Silencer Commlink w/ accessories Earbuds
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Noise "Nail, I'll bunk with you for a bit, if you don't mind. I'll start looking for my own spot in town when we get paid, but I'm a bit short on cash until then. I promise I don't snore too loud - I have witness testimony to back me up. Well, my witness is a panzer jock, so she's a bit deaf, but still!" On arriving in the room, Noise immediately finds his storage locker and stows his longarms and sack of newly acquired loot. Gotta keep that stuff under lock and key (or maglock and password). Then it's time to get cleaned up - shower, shave and a good horn/tusk polishing - to meet the new boss. Hopefully not the same as the old boss - that rear end in a top hat tried to have Noise shot rather than pay a perfectly reasonable fee. Of all his money. For the return of some stolen video clips. Maybe he was more of a "blackmail victim" rather than "a boss," but whatever. Noise will take the following items to the meet with Newport: Armor Jacket Steyr TMP Machine Pistol and accessories 2 clips Stick-and-Shock, 1 clip EX-Explosive ammo Shock gloves Commlink and all accessories Various small gadgets (holo-projector, etc) Drones (in my big pockets) Are we able to spend that Karma now, or do we need to account for training time, locating instructors, etc? Emerald Rogue fucked around with this message at 01:31 on May 11, 2013 |
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Snipey "I got a spare bed in my room here," Snipey says to Stormcrow. "You said the fight wore you out." There's nothing suspicious at all about one magical elf offering another magical elf a place to sleep. Nothing at all. "I've a question or two to ask you, but gotta deal with my rifle first." Before attending to anything else, Snipey walks to base's armory and uses the tools there to assess and recalibrate his rifle. After he makes a few adjustments, more for his own peace of mind than the rifle's performance, he disassembles it and places it in its case. After setting his rifle by his bunk, Snipey heads to the showers and then the medic. "Thought I mighta gotten winged," he says. Medic + Autodoc first aid (vs. 1 box of stun damage): 12d6t5 7 Once done, he checks the time and returns to his room to prepare. Snipey's inventory for the meet: Lined Coat Ares Predator IV (EX-Explosive Rounds) in Concealable Holster (hooray cumulative bonuses) Defiance EX Shocker (on right hip) Ceramic Knife (left pant pocket) Telescopic Staff (in baggy coat pocket) 1 Spare Clip for the Predator, loaded with Stick-n-Shock (pocket) 4 spare darts for the taser (pocket) Goggles (Ultrasound) (Forehead or neck) Survival Knife (... let's say it's in his boot) As someone who often wears a baggy coat that makes me look bigger than I really am, I can say there are enough pockets for each one of those items to be in a separate spot. Edit: I calculated the Predator's concealability mod. It's -7. I'm impressed. Vavrek fucked around with this message at 19:02 on May 11, 2013 |
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Stormcrow Stormcrow nods. "Thanks, but I'm going to need a bunk all to myself. Seeing as Coll has found other lodging arrangements, I'm guessing that shouldn't be a problem. I need the extra space to set up my shrine. I won't be much good to the team without it," he says. The elf spends the next hour unpacking -- placing various books of spell formula on his rooms two bare shelves, pushing aside one of the cots to make room for the water basin, setting up incense burners and various protective Ofuda, and then, on its own little pedestal at the far corner of the room, his yorishiro, a mirror wrapped in 127 layers of silk. He didn't need it after the death and resurrection bit, of course, but it still was a useful focus during difficult rituals. That accomplished, he takes a longish shower and retires to his quarters to perform a short, perfunctory water purification before dinner. Cleanliness, both physical and spiritual, has revived him significantly. He feels more alert, more in touch with his power. When he comes down to dinner, he is wearing a modern interpretation of a traditional shinto kannushi's robes. A thick shimenawa encircles his waist, marking him as a living shintai for those with enough knowledge of the religion to pick it out. Stormcrow sets up his Mana Lodge in his quarters, although obviously it's not activated yet. Once we have a few days of downtime he will perform the activation ritual, putting a rating 4 magical barrier around his quarters. Stormcrow is bringing his comlink and accessories, but is otherwise unarmed. He isn't wearing his suit, which is being repaired. Baby Babbeh fucked around with this message at 08:58 on May 10, 2013 |
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Natalyachildren overboard posted:"Mr Newport wanted to build a colonial-style manor, with open grounds and an English garden," Kale says gently, keeping any hint of amusement from his voice. "I explained to him that the flowers from his home do not do well here and that open compounds have been popular targets for Huks with mortars. So he allowed Captain Waterhouse to collaborate with the architect and now this is what we have." "Charming," Natalya commented dryly from the back of the SUV as they approached the corporate facility. "It is truly a mystery why anyone would choose to stand in the way of such progress." quote:"Along with acting as secure accommodation and recreation facility for our workers, vital company data is also stored in wired servers at this complex," Kale says. "Offsite our holdings include the power plant, the desal station, and in the city we purchased an office tower for day-to-day business. Mr Newport is there now, and will be in meetings for the next couple of hours. Message me when you've had time to clean up, and I'll have Gerraint to drive you into town." Natalya nodded, giving every impression of disinterestedly glancing around as Kale led them on a quick tour of the facility though in actuality she was busy compiling a map of the layout in her head, noting access points and exits, camera placement and blind spots. It was a force of habit by this point, and it was a habit that had saved her life (and made her money, sometimes both) more than once. She didn't know Newport, she had no reason to distrust him beyond the usual ones, but that meant she had no reason to trust him either. Knowing how to move about quickly and stealthily within his facility might very well come in handy some day. But for now what she was more interested in was a shower. Her jumpsuit was thermoregulated and made to wick perspiration away but the humidity saturating this island was obscene. She snorted as the others started talking bunk arrangements...there wasn't enough money in all of Lagu Lagu to get her to stay in a place like this. She'd already made reservations at a hotel in the city proper before she set out. One had to have standards, after all. Taking with me: Ares Predator IV and two spare magazines (2x Stick and Shock, 1x EX-Explosive) Commlink Urban Explorer Jumpsuit Gecko Gloves Lockpicks Maglock Passkey Wirecutters
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Emerald Rogue posted:Are we able to spend that Karma now, or do we need to account for training time, locating instructors, etc? Go ahead and spend it now--the book's default downtimes for training are too long for this game. If you do go to the effort of locating an instructor and befriending them I'll work out some other bonus to make that worth your while (along the lines of a karma discount if you apprentice yourself to Master Pai Mei or someone suitable). Mystic Mongol posted:Dude's sitting adjacent to me, right? Can I defend from this attack as if it were melee? He's right there. It's just handled as a ranged defence, but I did forget to apply the guard's penalty for shooting while in melee, so it's actually 2 hits/1 hit you need to defend. Don't Tase Me, Guv As Vincent tries to evade the darts headed his way, the rebel leader struggles at his restraints, presenting the zip tie towards Vincent. "Cut me free!" he shouts. "Help me escape and the Panther commander will reward you greatly!" Expat Row After you've cleaned up and got yourselves ready for the evening, you find Gerraint waiting for you with the hummer in the vehicle elevator. "Nice kilt," he tells Stormcrow. As you approach the car a new message from Kale arrives. ::I have forwarded your first week's allowance of 2000 credits. Mr Newport will handle the hazard pay for today's occurrence. The local currency has been fixed to the nuyen and you will find the prices here comparable. Note that in the smaller villages not all denizens will have commlinks and you may have to resort to barter. Have a pleasant meeting with Mr Newport:: There are no hassles on the drive into town: At the freeway entry a rotodrone with police markings is scanning cars to check SINs but your wheelman casually pulls out of the queue and takes the backstreets. It's a Friday night downtown and the expat entertainment district is getting busy.  On every street corner there are a flood of AROs in a dozen languages pointing you to bars, strip joints, night clubs and restaurants. The hummer is caught in traffic a long time behind a huge bus doing a slow lap around the block. On top of the bus are two frankly huge trolls wielding steel fighting sticks. They go through a variety of martial arts poses, mugging for the crowd as the announcer calls out over the loudspeaker in English, then cycles through Mandarin, Cantonese and Spanish: "Eskrima match tonight! Tabak Bar! 10 O'clock! 2:1 odds on Manila Manny! See him face down the Seattle Slammer! Home versus away at Tabak Bar! Get your bets in by 10pm! Pre-match entertainment: Amateur fighters paid 15,000 credits if they knock down Manny! Register by 9 O'Clock!" Eventually as the clock rolls nearer to 8pm, Gerraint stops the car outside a crowded club strip. A variety of unsavoury sorts sit outside Ilya's Bar smoking foul chems and knocking back lukewarm beer that struggles to stay cold in the tropical heat.  Gerraint lets you out so he can go find somewhere to leave the car. You head inside to be greeted by some vaguely eastern bloc tunes playing over the local PAN. The bartender is a gnarled, muscley old ork and after looking at them for a half minute or so you realise it is a woman. Her tattooed hands polish glasses with a dirty old rag and she looks up at you and nods as you enter. The local PAN shows the menu, featuring the national drinks of all the major transnational corporations over here, from Budweiser to Budvar. The PAN also hosts a virtual wanted board of bounties which announces that a fresh one has just been posted. It's quieter inside: Mr Newport isn't here yet, just a couple of shady figures occupying dark booths with the noise generators turned up, and a broad dwarf sitting at the bar with a big tin of beer in front of him. The dwarf turns to look at you as you head over to the bar to order a drink.  "New in town, are yas?" he asks in an odd slow drawl with a big grin on his face. "I can tell. You bludgers stick out like dog's balls." His accent sends your linguasofts scrambling in confusion. At first you think someone's lobotomised an Irishman but then you realise he's just Australian.
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Natalya "We do?," Natalya asked, tail twitching as she glanced around the bar in feigned astonishment. "Why, I had no idea. Tsk, well now I am all self-conscious. Perhaps you can help put my mind at ease by buying me a drink." She sauntered over to the par, inspecting the menu briefly before ordering a luminescent EMP. "He will be paying," she said to the bartender as she idly turned her attention to the virtual wanted board, keeping an eye out for one name in particular...her own.
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Snipey The feathered elf turns to face Noise. "Do I stand out? This place is tropical, innit? These are tropical feathers." He raises a finger to point at his head. "I thought I'd blend in here." Drumming his fingers on the bar, Snipey looks over the menu. "No Näch? Come on, it's not that hard to get, is it?" He knows, of course, that it is. Tir Tairngire exports only a limited supply, making it something of a regional beverage. "Blue Hawaiian, no fruit." Snipey takes a barstool and copies the list of bounties onto his commlink. Some outside work could be a nice to augment his paycheck from Newport. He pays special attention to the most recently posted names, but scans through the entire list to see if he recognizes anyone. "What brought you to Lagu-Lagu, chummer?" he says to the Australian dwarf.
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Have you looked at the rules for disarming people, argh what the hell they're terrible. So instead of that I'm going to settle for punching this guy in the schnoz. Not burning an action, just rolling straight reaction and I successfully dodge both attacks, then a punch to the face. Five successes, base 3S damage.children overboard posted:As Vincent tries to evade the darts headed his way, the rebel leader struggles at his restraints, presenting the zip tie towards Vincent. "Cut me free!" he shouts. "Help me escape and the Panther commander will reward you greatly!" "Shut the hell up!" Vincent dives forwards from his chair, both darts plunging harmlessly into the truck's side. "You don't work for him any more, remember? You work for me!" Barely remembering not to deploy his blade and simply gut the guard in front of him, Vincent settles for planting his fist square on the man's nose. The blood of a third man splatters across his right sleeve as the poor guard's head is slammed back against the wall. Vincent takes a desperate headcount as he strains to remember how to fight without simply sliding his blade along a tendon. About a year and a half ago, an orc PhysAd with a stupid name... Howler? Hunter? had given Vincent a hell of a thrashing, along with a mocking lesson on, 'true combat.' At the time Vincent had just used it as an excuse to improve himself, but he was pretty sure the fragger had said to hold his hands like this and to move like that-- "And you!" Vincent turns his attention to the front of the truck, ignoring the cursing guard next to him and the sway of the vehicle as it speeds down the jungle road. "You'll only get these recruits hurt hurling them at someone they can't touch. How about you and I step outside and sort this out like men? Or is a lone, gutshot elf too much for a big tough head of security like you to handle?" Thus far he's been really minimally receptive to my helpful suggestions. However, I suspect an opportunity to beat the hell out of me in front of his men will be really, really appealing. Seriously though, how many goons are here, I may need to kill literally everyone on this truck.
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Stormcrow It is so easy now, with his body cleansed and his soul singing on the same frequency as the kami. Stormcrow reaches almost lazily for a tendril of divine power and twists it into a shape. The universe twists itself around it. There's a slight popping noise. Stormcrow practically glows. His teeth are so white it almost hurts to look at them and his hair smells like something that reminds you of a warm summer day from childhood. He takes a seat at the bar, ordering a warn sake and deliberately building in a 50 Nuyen tip for the bartender. "I was hoping you could help me," he says. "I'm new in town and don't know anyone. I need a talismonger. Someone who won't cheat me, someone who carries Shinto goods. Preferably one that has, let's say, less formal sources? I'd rather not my nuyen end up in Mitsuhama's coffers, yeah?" Boosting Charisma to 12 for the inevitable negotiations. Boosting CHA: 10d6t5 6 Resist Drain: 12d6t5 7 Asking for directions: 12d6t5 3 Baby Babbeh fucked around with this message at 09:16 on May 13, 2013 |
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Noise Walking into the bar, Noise takes a satisfied look around. Dirty, smoky, loud and not a tree or wild animal in sight. Just like home!  Vavrek posted:Snipey The short troll gives an expressive shrug. "Maybe the other parrots here are red. Maybe they ask for crackers in Tagalog. Anyway, your head looks fine. I wouldn't worry about it." Ambling over the bar, Noise deposits a few credits in the bar's till - enough for a draft and a tip for the woman serving up the drinks. With everyone else engaged in their conversations, the hacker slouches against the bar, with his beer in hand and one eye on the doors. Calling up some AR windows, Noise launches a general scan of the local AR topography while composing a note to Sparky and idly looking over the bounty board. ::Sparky - finally going to meet the new boss in a few minutes. Got into some excitement on the way into town, but I'm all in one piece. When are you going to be in town again? Always nice to see you, and I've got some new associates who might have some orders to place once we get paid.:: I'm just going to have a quick look around the local Matrix in case I need to hack a drone or pop a lock or take over a car. Or whatever. Just looking for nearby public nodes as well as making an Extended Test to find any hidden nodes in the area. Electronic Warfare + Scan, TN 15+, 1 Combat Turn interval. In relevant news, I have upgraded my Electronic Warfare skill to 4! Detect hidden nodes: 8d6t5 5 Detect hidden nodes: 8d6t5 2 Detect hidden nodes: 8d6t5 3 Detect hidden nodes: 8d6t5 4 Detect hidden nodes: 8d6t5 0  Detect hidden nodes: 8d6t5 3 So, six combat turns to get over 15 successes. I, uh, think i did that right. Please let me know if not!
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