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Roosevelt Profit 1200 Harm 1-armor | 5-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» I pick through the cabinets, looking for something good. "Ganymede stopped deep passenger inspection because they're allowing company enforcement to conduct random searches instead. JSS has a shipyard over Ganymede." I give up on good and start aiming for potable. "If we want to stay on this side of Earth orbit and avoid Martian entanglements, our options are limited. Lunar space would be our best bet, so that sends us to the L5. Good place for supplies too..." I finally settle for a synth-caf with a sigh. "Callisto to L5 on the spinner. Unless Ying knows someone running a dark slingshot, that would be even better. Assuming its close enough that we can get there ahead of pursuit."
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Roosevelt Profit 1200 Harm 1-armor | 5-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» I kill my comms for a moment while I fiddle with the jukebox. "We'll need to make a grocery stop in system." After a few moments, I flick it back on. At least the music problem is resolved. Flicking my comm back on, I reply to Mahren. "I'll reach out and see if my connections are still live there." Really, connection. Amardeep Singh Blythe. Runs an 'independent' shipper - really a owned by SolEx through a half-dozen cutouts and shells. Cagey bastard, everyone's acquaintance and no one's friend. Good for what he does. Which is arrange transport for items the big corps want to keep off their official books, but don't warrant high security. Runs everything from a second-hand yacht, usually orbiting one of the main group moons. There isn't a spinner control in the system he doesn't have a man in. If anyone can slip us through Callisto quietly, it's him. The question is, what favor he's going to ask for in return. I register a new account on a popular email provider and compose a bit of spam that I send off to Amardeep. The text doesn't matter. It's the keyword in the subject line that does. After that, I connect to an anonymizer hub and wait for him to do the same. I leave the virtual chatroom in its default setting, an infinite white space, standing with arms crossed. Quickly enough, another avatar renders in. Amardeep in an smoking jacket, ensconced in an easy chair, next to a roaring fire, a foxhound at his feet. The English country manor look is spoiled by the hookah he's smoking, and more by his glowing purple eyes. Hit the Streets [+Style]: 2d6+1 7 Gonna choose: • Your request is going to cost you extra • Your contact needs you to help them out with something Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 04:41 on Apr 21, 2016 |
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Roosevelt Profit 1200 Harm 1-armor | 5-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» "Amardeep." I uncross my arms and walk over to a more conversational distance. "I'm in the Jovian system, and looking to get out. The Callisto spinner to the Lunar L5. But I need a cover. JSS is looking for me, and the crew I'm with." Best to get right to the point. We're not long on time, and I know better than to get into an extended haggling session with this man. I put a hand on my hip. "I came to you first, because you're the best at moving things through the spinners without drawing attention." A little flattery never hurt.
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Roosevelt Profit 1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» I think about it for about a second. I know Amardeep - he'll make this worth our time. "Forward us what you have on the missing ship. We'll find it." I meet his gaze. "And you still get us through a spinner when we're done." Amardeep makes makes a dismissive gesture that means 'of course,' and reaches down to scratch the foxhound's ears. I suddenly wonder if its more than just a digital affectation, if he's actually got a canine - or at least, a biomimic drone - on that yacht with him. "I'll gather up my files and send them along presently." He takes another long pull on his hookah. The way the anonymizer renders the smoke is starting to give me a headache. "You're looking for the Hilsa, making the Phobos run, final port of call in the Valles." He doesn't bother with further pleasantries before cutting the connection, and I do the same within a few seconds. When the lounge comes back into view, I take a moment to collect my thoughts before keying my comms. "We have a job," I announce without preamble. "My contact lost a ship. The Hilsa, en route to Mars." I put the coordinates on the ship net for everyone to see. "He's sending over more data on the ship now." "He'll put us through the spinner, with pay. And he'll keep things quiet from his end. On ours, the faster we work, the better our results." "You know as well as I do that 'missing' usually means 'taken.' We should scan the area to be sure they just didn't lose drive containment, of course. But our effort will be on the more probable scenario." I stop. Now comes to critical moment. I didn't ask first. I think I've read them right, but this is a different kind of stress. The first time is always chancy. "Any questions?" Get the Job [+Edge]: 2d6+2 11 • The employer provides useful information [intel] • The job pays well • The meeting doesn't attract attention I Love It When a Plan Comes Together [+Edge]: 2d6+2 9 Also holding 1. Staking 3 creds on the mission. Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 01:50 on Apr 23, 2016 |
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Roosevelt Profit 1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» "The big question for me is whether Amardeep knew." I extract a cigarette - I still have a carton of Tarkis Tars at least - and light it. "It would be sloppy if he didn't, and he isn't sloppy." "I think he knew, and expected us to figure it out - he certainly didn't do much to hide it. But he didn't want to broadcast it openly. What else is in this file like that?" I tap one of my screens, and flip to the ship's manifest to get a closer look at it. With that question raised, I take a long pull on my cigarette. "As for Tambour and Slake, they might be pulling a job under Amardeep's nose. But this might also be someone coming after them. The only thing I'm sure of at this point is that this isn't just a broken comm suite." On the way over, Profit is going to go over the cargo manifest to make sure it's what it claims to be.
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Roosevelt Profit 1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» I blow out a lung full of smoke, nodding. "Agreed, but in my experience Amardeep isn't the type to intentionally screw with the people he's hired. He is a cagey bastard, so there are things he won't come right out and say. But I don't think he's trying to hide things from us."
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Roosevelt Profit 1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» I study the image of the ship for a few moments, smoking my cigarette, then turn and walk out of the lounge. I make my way to the quarters I claimed, and suit up. My pilot jumpsuit doubles as a pressure suit, which simplifies that, and its easy to pull an armor vest on over. I check my pistol, then put it into the thigh holster. I pull a black case down from its shelf, and extract my assault rifle from it. A few minutes of work and I've swapped the barrel and furniture around for close-quarters work. By the time I've slung the weapon, slotted a pair of skillchips, and collected my helmet, the others are clearly ready to go. I walk down to the hangar deck step onto the ramp of the El Corrido. "Once Spectre clears us to approach, he and Fedor should go over the external hull and the cargo bays. That way they're in position to cover our exfil if this turns out to be bait." I join Ying and Mahren up front. "But I read this as a booby trap. We still need to look around inside, retrieve any sensor or crew logs that were left, and check for the crew." I nod to Ying. "Your lead on what's safe and what's not in there."
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Roosevelt Profit 1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» So far I've eschewed the jump-seats, choosing to use a handhold so I can look over Ying's shoulder. "They located that PDC well, but no single weapon mount can cover every approach." I lean over and confiscate a screen, bringing up a nav plot. I sketch out an approach vector. "It's rotating on two axes, but if we come in this way we should avoid its field of fire. Once we're inside, I suspect we can disable the cannon from there." Ying gets +1 forward to getting docked with the ship without getting shot. Help Ying [+Links]: 2d6+1 8
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1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» It's not until we're under Spectre's flood lights that I identify the ice flecks floating in the passage ahead of us. The color of my flash light obscured it, but they sparkle crimson in the hold. Whoever boarded this ship, they didn't find a friendly reception. "There was a firefight in here. Major one. No sign of bodies so far. I'm continuing to the bridge." I raise my hand to acknowledge Spectre as I make my way further into the ship. Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 22:53 on May 4, 2016 |
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1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» There's no doubt, really, but I check to make sure. The I call it in over the comms. "Two fatalities. Crew. Neither is one of our subjects of interest." I tag them with locators. "Tambour/Steiger and Karensky still unaccounted for. They were sharing quarters. Probably part of why they chose this cover. They have a drone bay in there, military grade hardware. No operable drones in it." After making sure nothing else is lurking in the other two cabins, I close them up and go back into the main cabin. For a moment, I stand in the middle of it, and look around slowly, taking in the chaos. This is what Consuls do. See patterns in the chaos, and exploit them. Accept the information in front of me without preconception. There's something important here. I just need to see it. Spending a hold for: What do I notice despite an effort to conceal it?
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1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» I pry the data deck out of its hiding spot and look it over. "Ying, got a present for you. Karensky and Tambour left us some bread crumbs." I send an image of the deck to her. Until Flores has a chance to come get it, I tuck the deck into a pocket on my suit. While I'm locking down the cabin and make my way up to the bridge, I review the footage. "The drone I found was a partially disassembled spheroid. Down for maintenance when the attack came. Looks like whoever hit this ship wasn't expecting to run into that kind of resistance." The firefight raises some other questions. I'm more sure than ever that the Hilsa was carrying something other than what its official manifest claims. As soon as I reach the bridge, I start pulling down the ship's logs. If nothing else it's proof of what we found. While that's being done, I check the bridge space itself, though from a cursory inspection I suspect there's very little to be checked. Assess [+Edge]: 2d6+2 8 • What potential complication do I need to be wary of? Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 03:06 on May 12, 2016 |
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1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ○○○○○○○○○○» As soon as we return to the Obsidian Lance, I hand off the data deck to Ying. "Found this hidden aboard. If we can boost the range, might find something interesting." "I'm going to review that footage again. Might find an edge when we have to fight these pirates." I head back to my cabin, keying in the video. This time I can pause and rewind, focus in on particular moments. But the angles are not great, and the tactical situation is straightforward. I suspect I am not learning much here. Research [+Mind]: 2d6+1 5 Dang.
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1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●○○○○○○○○» I turn off the recording. I've learned as much as I can from it, and what I've learned isn't good. I make my way back to the lounge, where the others are gathering. I catch the end of Fedor's question, and decide to step in. "In fact, I think they're our ace up the sleeve." I take a moment to light a cigarette, intentionally doing it more slowly than I could have. "Your man may be an rear end in a top hat, Fedor, but disloyalty doesn't appear to be one of his faults. He and Karensky weren't in on this, and cut a deal only when the odds turned decisively against them." "And they seem to have left us some bread crumbs." I take a long drag before continuing. "But none of that will make this easy. The raiders were professionals. Trained, blooded. They weren't prepared for power armor and milgrade drones, were on unfamiliar ground, which is why they got hammered until the mechs intervened. They'll be much tougher on their own turf." "So. We need to decide how we're going to run the opposition down."
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1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●○○○○○○○○» I wait for everyone assemble, then move into the center of the room. "Fencing the Hilsa should be a last resort - our client would be displeased if we sold it out from under him, which would complicate the other parts of our deal. But it's a lead to our pirates, since they're fencing the cargo they took." "We'll still need to get the Hilsa out of the way. Flores, sounds like you're ready to take it in tow. We should be able to identify a rendezvous point off the shipping lanes.After the operation we should be able to pick it up." If someone could spend an intel we could pick an optimum spot. "As for the rest - here's the plan." I bring up an AR display. It shows a summary of the data we have so far, the feed from the assault, dossiers, my assessment of potential opposition. Everything we've learned or supposed. The team is still untested, but its components are. I know their abilities. "Between the tracker and the intel we've turned up, we should be able to locate the pirates quickly. They are heavily armed and professional, and have mechs. They're good. But we're better." Taking advantage of Here's the plan. Everyone gets +1 ongoing until they roll a miss or go off-plan. "Spectre, as soon as we have a location, you'll move in under stealth. Locate the cargo, and if possible, Steiger and Karensky. The first is the priority. Get as close as you can with alerting the pirates." "Once Spectre is in position, Fedor, Mahren, and I will launch an attack on the pirates. Our goal will to be engage them, so we'll come in fast and heavy. Fedor, your priority will be any mechs they field. Mahren, I don't think they have anything heavy, but if they do, that will be your department." "As soon as we have their full attention, Flores will move in to retrieve the cargo. Spectre will engage any remaining targets as well. Secure the cargo as quickly as possible. Mahren will move in to help with that while Fedor and I screen the pick up." "When Flores has the cargo, she'll immediately move out. Mahren will backstop her run. Spectre, Fedor, and I will clean up any remaining opposition. If opposition is heavier than expected, it'll be a fighting retreat instead. We'll need to deal enough damage to prevent them pursuing in that case." "As for Steiger and Karensky, I expect them to make a move first chance they get. On the one hand they'll be going after the pirates, which is good for us. On the other, we don't know what they're planning or when they'll make their move. On the gripping hand, they are professionals as well. So we don't worry about them until we have to worry about them." I pause, and light a new cigarette, letting everyone consider it. "Any objections?"
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1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●○○○○○○○○» 1-hold (Plan Comes Together) | 3-hold (Hot poo poo Pilot) As the mission clock on my HUD counts down to the start time, I bring my fighter to full power. I reach over and toggle the short-range ship to ship beam. "I'll try to take out the pirate ship's engines on my first pass, and then push towards whatever defenses they scramble. Fedor, back me up if I miss. Looks like a target rich environment. Remember chaos will be to our benefit." The clock hits zero I push the throttle to the firewall, and acceleration presses me into the crash couch. I flick the red safety covers off the weapon toggles. My fighter is hot. The mission clock starts ticking up. Hot poo poo Pilot: 2d6+2+1 12. Gained three hold. Mix It Up: 2d6+1 4. God dammit. Already lost my +1. Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 00:50 on Jul 16, 2016 |
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1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●○○○○○○○○» 1-hold (Plan Comes Together) | 2-hold (Hot poo poo Pilot) | 1-hold (Assess) I see the drones incoming, and break off my attack run. My Valkyria's best defense is its speed and maneuverability. I cut the engines and flip the fighter end-over-end in only a few ship lengths before returning to full thrust, not quite on a reciprocal heading. In short order I've reversed my course with a minimum curve and minimum loss of velocity, and blast by the nearest drone too close and too quick for it to engage effectively. That will keep the other two off me for a moment as well. The closer one will mask me for a few seconds while it gets itself turned back around. The trade off is now all three are behind me. "Engaged with drone fighters," I say over comms. "I can keep them busy for a little while, but we need to find the controller. Spectre, did you see any sign of it?" I'm looking around myself, now that I'm in the thick of their defenses and can see how they're responding. Something useful is bound to turn up. Spending 1 hold from HSP to confuse their targeting with some slick maneuvers and such (dismay someone, per the MC). An Assess. Assess: 2d6+2 8 Going to keep the 1-hold for now.
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1200 Harm 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●○○○○○○○○» 1-hold (Plan Comes Together) | 2-hold (Hot poo poo Pilot) Talked out an exchange with xian on Discord. I monitor Spectre's transmission, then comm Ying. "Flores, can you put me on speaker?" When she does, using G0U to carry the message, I offer a counteroffer to Kiko - mostly on principal. "20%, and the ship and mecha are as-is condition once we complete the transaction." Kiko considers it, then replies. "So I'm going to say 27, you're going to say 23, settling on 25... Fine. The ship will need to be in good condition to remove the cargo intact, leave it that way. I don't imagine the mecha needs to enter into this at all." Kiko taps her spoon on the table angrily, "Four percent. For what? What are you going to tell Amardeep to explain the missing cargo that would work with 75%" She shakes her head, "but not 70%. It's not like it's any more money in your pocket. We have a deal at 25% or this can begin to go the other way." There's a harder, more clipped edge to her words now. "And we get to keep our gear. Or I blow up this deal myself." Karensky adds. "A matter of proffesionalism. Unless you happen to have information that would be worth our client's time. Such as who backed this attack." It's a long shot, but the I'd happily trade more cargo for information. But better to haggle first and ask second - if she knows and I tip our hand, the price goes up. "Find it on their ship, I assume. There's your incentive to keep the thing intact for me." No luck there. "Done and done." I'm already maneuvering as I finish the exchange, watching the pirates. "I have company out here. Your clients seem to be objecting. I'm about to be busy." Spending my hold from assess: How are the pirate fighter's vulnerable to me?
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●○○○○○○○» 2-hold (Hot poo poo Pilot) | 2-hold (Assess) I post up on one side of the door, letting Steiger take the other. I outline the plan to him. "I'm in first. I'll take left, you take right. If anyone tries something, take them all down - but let's see if they'll surrender first. Save us a mess." I wait for him to nod in acknowledgement. Once I have it, I key my comms to update Ying. "Reached the bridge. Breaching now." I reach out and try the door controls. As soon as the door open, I move in, my assault rifle raised and sweeping the left side of the bridge. "Hands behind your heads! Now!" I shout. "Drop anything you're holding and step away from the consoles!" Spending one Assess hold for: Who or what is my biggest threat in this situation? Assess [+Edge]: 2d6+2 12 Play Hardball [+Edge]: 2d6+2 11 Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 20:01 on Aug 27, 2016 |
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●○○○○○○○» 2-hold (Hot poo poo Pilot) | 2-hold (Assess) "Bridge secure," I say over the comm channel. I pull some binders out of a pocket on my suit and secure the prisoners. I don't have any particular plans for them - toss them in a handy locker and let Kiko decide what she wants to do with them. Once that's done, I look to securing the ship's logs and other records. Once I have those, I shut down the consoles. "Time to collect the cargo and rendezvous for our pay day."
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Aug 31, 2016 02:32
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●○○○○○○○» 2-hold (Hot poo poo Pilot) | 2-hold (Assess) Once I'm done on the bridge, I meet up with Flores. We look over the deckplans, then make a thorough sweep of the ship. No reason to miss out on something useful, since we aren't in that much of a hurry. Also okay with fast forwarding. @Gorbash you rolled 3, 2+3 for a total of 8.
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Aug 31, 2016 17:56
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●●○○○○○○» 2-hold (Hot poo poo Pilot) | 2-hold (Assess) The [intel] I collect is the ship's database. Between bad opsec in general and getting caught by surprise when Profit took the bridge, she made off with a complete copy, after which she erased the original. Profit docked the Valkyria in one of the pirate's own fighter launch cradles, and then made her way into the ship.
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●●○○○○○○» 2-hold (Hot poo poo Pilot) | 2-hold (Assess) Back on board the Lance, I dig through my trunk and come up with something I've been hoarding for a while. I bring the bottle of amber liquid and some glasses down the lounge, then get the juke box to play some proper music. I light up a Tars and pour myself a glass, then one for Steiger, another for Karensky. I share it out to anyone else who's interested and turns up. "Should be back to Amardeep soon. Any plans after that?"
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●●○○○○○○» 2-hold (Hot poo poo Pilot) | 2-hold (Assess) I sip my drink. "That statement has the virtue of being true no matter what happens." I consider what to share, then shrug. "We're thinking of heading sunward. More work there for freelancers. If you need a lift, we might be able to arrange something."
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●●○○○○○○» 2-hold (Assess) "Nature of the business," I say to Jace as I snag the bottle and put the stopper back in. "We'd appreciate any help you can provide." I key my comm as I get up from the table and start towards the hangar to get my fighter, plugging into the tacnet as I go. "Fight," I say. "Pay isn't the question. They'll trace the Hilsa if we dump it anyways, and it doesn't sound like we have time to cleanly dispose of it." I'm not inclined to lead them back to our employer either, but that's more a personal view. "We'll need to take them all down, or at least make sure they can't trace back to Amardeep once we break contact." Rolled an Assess! @Gorbash you rolled 5, 5+2 for a total of 12. 3-hold, spending 1 immediately for: What is my best way past the JSS?
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●●○○○○○○» 2-hold (Assess) Profit nods. "I'll join you in the hangar. My fighter is a bit banged up, but still combat ready. I can try and pick one off from distance with the gauss cannon." Using my other two assess hold: Ђ Where can I gain the most advantage? Ђ Who or what is my biggest threat in this situation?
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●●○○○○○○» 2-hold (Assess) "Here's what we've got. JSS SOP is to immediately call in a contact in this situation. If they make the call, everything in range will come down on our heads. But if a patrol simply drops off the grid, their doctrine is to bring in twice the force that would be needed to take the patrol in a standup fight. That'll take time - enough for us to get clear." "So we need to take all four, and fast. If we can get them at once, that would be ideal. But we have a little margin if we do this right. To avoid confusion, by the JSS manual they'll have a designated caller. It's most likely this one," Profit highlights a mech. "That one is yours, Steiger." "With that one down, it will take a moment for them to realize someone else needs to radio. But only a moment. We might have enough time to clean up a straggler if we miss one, maybe two if we're incredibly lucky. So, Spectre, Inares, and I will take the other three," she marks them in the tacnet. "And if any of us miss, Karensky will take a shot with the Hilsa's cannon." "If any survive the first salvo - if your target is still up, fire at them. Then move on to the next closest. Otherwise we'll need to dump the Hilsa and make a run for it." "Steiger, you're our cue. As soon as you hit yours, we'll take our shots. Don't miss." Here's The Plan should apply, so +1 to actions while following the plan. Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 00:16 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●●○○○○○○» 2-hold (Assess) The alarms fill my ears as I push the throttle all the way to the firewall. The acceleration shoves me back in the crash couch and the edges of my vision begin to darken. But I need to close the range. The Valkyria is fast and maneuverable enough that even if he gets a missile off, I can get inside the safe limit before intercept. That will give me a chance to make a pass with 20mm guns and hopefully finish him off. Spending a HSP to close, and Mix It Up: Mix It Up: 2d6+1 12
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●●○○○○○○» 2-hold (Assess) I cut main thrust and flip the Valkyria end for end before re-engaging, enduring the g-forces to make a fast turn around and second run on my target. I key my comms as I close to gun range on it. "Cleaning up here, Steiger. Karensky, see if you can engage it with the PDA. Spectre are you in position to backstop them? " I open up with the guns as I streak past the mecha and then turns towards the last, though the chances of my getting in range soon enough to matter are low. Mix It Up: 2d6+1 11
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●●○○○○○○» 2-hold (Assess) "Flores, I'm coming in for repairs. Gauss cannon's down and I have other damage." I bring the Valkyria in carefully, now that the combat is over. "Prisoners are a complication. Better to drop them some Luks and let their friends find them. But if it's a requirement, we need to drop them off as soon as feasible, and somewhere they can't call down the dogs on us before we leave Jovian space." Luks meaning inflatable emergency vacuum shelters. Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 04:26 on Dec 7, 2016 |
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Harm Profit [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] | Valkyria [ALERT] [ALERT] [2100] [2200] [2300] [0000] 1-armor | 2-cred | Ed+2 St+1 Me+0 Mi+1 Co+0 Sy-1 | XP ●●●●○○○○○○» 2-hold (Assess) Then I climb out of my fighter when land back in the bay, a half dozen diagnostics complaining of failures. "Flores, I would appreciate it if you could give me a hand putting my ship back together." "Spectre, I'm going to have a chat with our guest, if you're interested." I take advantage of Flores' arrangement, turning off the lights in the room and bringing up the audio/visual in my own displays. I also turn up the lights in the corridor outside of the room and stand where the pilot can see my silhouette, but not any features. I don't speak for myself - instead I use the comm in the room to ask my questions, using an obviously artificial voice mask. It's a method I've used before. It's disorienting for the subject - it robs them of tells on my end, but the fact that there's a figure to focus on tends to draw their attention. "In a few days we will be putting you out the airlock. Before then, I have questions. If you have answers, you will go out the airlock with a Luk." In deference to Flores, it doesn't actually matter what the answers are; he'll have the emergency shelter regardless. But the pilot doesn't need to know that. Let me know what to roll for interrogation, and if I should post the questions first. -------- Now The choice of virtual contacts isn't surprising; working through secondaries and virtual environments is Amardeep's distinct modus operandi. There are people in the freelancer world who don't believe there really is an Amardeep. Just a very clever expert system acting as a front for a collective that prefers to look like a single operator. I might even believe it myself if I hadn't run into him in a club on Ganymede. In certain social circles, a party isn't a party if Amardeep hasn't shuttled down from his yacht to get drunk and hit on pretty men. People in that world just assume he's a blacksheep inner system scion burning through his trust fund on the party circuit. I'm not sure which personality is the front for the other. I bring the call to the attention of the others. "My preference is to meet with Amardeep via VR, if anyone wants to listen in via the video feed."
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