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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 2, 2007 3:53:05 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Yeah, Mao thats the way those beatings are. You pass out, time goes by and when you wake up you sit there and wonder, WTF. Where did I get those bruises? Why did time pass? Why do I feel so strange? What's this thing called PAIN? What did I ever do to the Great Yolba Gods that they should give me a partner like that? You don't think of things like, How do I get even with that tiny slotter with the lighter and cigar? You definitely don't think of your probation and your job that might be in jeopardy. You ignore the fact that your a professional runner and think about going to find your wonderful partner, that set you up for a beating, (maybe two) but at least you had some WHINE in between that. Right now MAYBE it would be a good idea to salvage the job so that you look good to the team? Pelch isn't going anywhere and JOHNSON certainly is not going to contact ol' Pelchey until he gets a lot more information about the facility. Mao's subconscious might pick up on these clues a bit. Maybe MAO COULD do something really good for the Skagit facility that might get him a promotion as Pelch's BOSS? Think of the possibilities!"
Are they actually planning on letting Mao go without making you clean urinals with no water and a toothbrush....your toothbrush? Or even Pelch's toothbrush if you manage the swap. I as Pelch have really got to train you to think nasty when looking for revenge. Use what's at hand and especially the SITUATION to have some fun. The Skagit folks are cheap I'm sure they don't plan on issuing you a replacement toothbrush for the rest of the week until you pay off that fence. Then there's the truck? Is it out of the ditch so you can drive back? Does it run? Who pays the towing to even get it out, or did Krass/Drassel sell the truck to pay expenses on the fence and your walking all the WAY home to tell BB how you LOST the truck? You know it's always the little day to day details that trip one up. Those little questions that make life oh so interesting, you know, like showing BB's card and using a false ID at the Siren during a heightened security alert. It's those kinds of smooth details that come back to haunt you later! (Although I did mine on purpose!) Man I just LOVE busting Mao's lazy butt. Still credit where credit is due....he DID actually make a move...? Probably just to prove me wrong. That's my buddy Mao. On the upside, I'm going to look worse than Mao when Mao catches up to me. If he catches up to me, that is. I wonder what he will make of that when he sees me? Did Skagit really bust my butt too because they are racially intolerant of a dwarf or did I P.O. them more. Where the frag is Drassel when I need him. OH Yeah, on the side of the beaters. When Pelch's luck goes bad, it don't let up easy." Anyway since I'll be out for the next couple of weeks, probably getting potato enema's Mao will have LOTS of time to swing the story around his way. As for Freddy, he CAN pick up waking up with BB finally proving that he is who he says he is, but with her still mad at the slotter for pulling such a thick and boneheaded stunt in the first place! On the upside though her and JJ are really going to be going at it when BB discovers JJ had Pelch BEATEN like that. JJ's contract with Widow is going to play a large part in this, I suspect, and the team may get some good stuff out of this if JJ has to sooth ruffled feathers! The possibilities here are really good if the players can or WILL use them! BB might even forget she's mad at Freddy if Freddy PULLS for the TEAM here in a BIG way. Freddy could use this to HIS advantage in taking control from Widow, (maybe). This way, WOLFLET can use some imagination and learn the same thing Mao should be learning, which is use established details in the storyline to SWING things your way! It's up to the admin to throw in the negatives and 'X' factors! Players only need to throw in a negatives for your partners when you feel like it, it enhances a story, to teach them to follow the storyline, or to give them a chance to shine and work their way out of the situation in a way that enhances what they get. Another words Pelch's beating by JJ although justified is going to get some nice stuff for the team. Mao's beating and possible truck loss might just get him into better position to scout the facility for the Johnson! Use the negatives to the teams ADVANTAGE! If you don't then you are going to flounder and flail like a fighter with blood in his eyes. Read back and use the story details to your advantage! Then finally, as an addendum to see if he gets the concept, Freddy can figure out how to SEAL the Security breach he just made......snicker. I'll be watching to see if he does it correctly. I am an evil rotten, little Pelch. RIGHT then, OFF you lot go!
As for Nancy? Heck she's got enough going that she can figure it out for herself. I suppose it starts with Headcrack hauling my hoop back to the Siren to save my miserable life and telling them that the fragger beating me screwed up my brain and having JJ call BB our DOC to get me right. That would get him in good with the team for saving me. I hope Freddy learned those fragging healing spells too. This should get our friend Headcrack into the facility to join the team, then Pelch won't be able to geek him, at least not OBVIOUSLY. Of course a little Pelch amnesia due to his problem could keep him from remembering that he is suppose to be wanting to geek Headcrack...depends how well you write it and of course attention to detail is IMPORTANT! ;)That's for later though. Well enough road map. I'm off to the torture center they call "HOSPITAL", what a bunch of fragging liars!
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Post by HeadCrack on Aug 2, 2007 7:52:07 GMT -5
Hope that things go well for you Pelch. Stay sharp, always, ALWAYS ask questions...
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 2, 2007 9:07:56 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Well Chummer, even if you ask the questions, did you ever notice that they NEVER, EVER, EVER give you a straight answer? I suspect these fraggers wouldn't tell you if the sun was shining if you couldn't verify that fact yourself.
Time to give you guys a little more help while I have a little time left.
I'll handle the BB vs JJ fight when I get back. I'll also deal with BB working on Pelch although Freddy can do some of the healing spells. They are not going to heal Pelch entirely due to his cyber ware but they will stabalize him.
You guys need to start pulling this team back together and getting a plan.
Widow sent a message but I am assuming it was NOT to anyone in the lair, so until things become clear there it's up to Krondax."
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 2, 2007 10:04:21 GMT -5
Fangs Ripley stepped out of the door of Killer Katie's, Queen of Knocturne and shook back his long black cloak. He was a very pale white skinned elf with long white hair. His lips were blood red and when he smiled he had fangs. He was tall and like most elf's very thin. His eyes were red in the late evening light.
Killer Katie's was a small shop in the Menlo Park area that specialized in outfitting people who had chosen to live like vampires. Most weren't REAL vampires of course, but they liked to think they were and many went to great lengths to copy the lifestyle. Killer Katie's obviously fulfilled a need, and as a result it was only open from dusk until dawn. Even her phone was not answered in the daytime because no self respecting client would call then. Fangs also knew that Killer Katie would subcontract for vampire cyberware and so he had the armor, muscle enhancements, low light eyes, and soporific in his fangs. After all Fang's was a proper client.
The problem with being a client was getting the type of night work he could handle to fit his lifestyle. His hours were limited, he couldn't work overtime and he never, ever went out into the sun. This made the fact that he was a rigger as well, with a carefully hidden data jack, (actually several) made the problem much harder.
He was a top notch rigger but shadow teams, and corporates alike shunned him because of his looks first and his eccentricities second. He had gone to Katie in desperation looking for work because the NuYen was getting low. He JUST HAD TO find someplace he could fit in. Katie had hopefully come through in spades but it had taken a lot of his credit to arrange. It seemed their was an underground area at Ace Tomato that needed an in house rigger to service vehicles and to do maintenance. They already had a underground garage and tools and were desperate for the right KIND of rigger. Skill was more important to then than hours worked. It sounded perfect. Word was they were willing to pay a 1,000 NuYen a week, give you a SIN and even offered room and board as well. It sounded too good to be true. Fang's was wary but desperate.
Fang's had had his own business at one time building custom rides for high corp executives. He lived high and spent big NuYen. Then one fateful he night he had been in the Siren betting on the vibrator races when Krass had come in. It had started as some friendly wagers and some bantering competition. As the night went on though he was losing big. He kept playing in desperation trying to get his money back until he bet the business. Now all he had left was his clothes and personal items in his Rolls Royce Phaeton IV. He had been living in the luxury vehicle for some time.
As he approached the jet black limo the door hissed open and a cool evening fog rolled out. He stepped into the back and sat back using his wireless rig jack to activate IGOR out of alert mode. He quickly down loaded instructions and the car pulled away from the curb with a low rumble of leashed power as the door closed. "Where do you wish to go Master?" the self effacing voice of his servant asked.
Fang's wasn't sure yet so he said, "Take me down to the Barrens and then run me back up to the Z street, Ace Tomato company. "
During the long ride, he absently watched the News on KOMA. They were talking about the Rainbow Clan massing to do a march on the Skagit Valley Facility. It appeared Krass had wasted no time there either. He had hired a bunch of Trolls, Orc's and lowlife goons with promises of NuYen and free beer to ring the camp. Everyone was waiting for the hammer to fall. As they were passing through the barrens near Rex's Junk Yard his alert monitor screen was suddenly highlighted by IGOR. A female elf was trying to ram the junkyard gate on one wheel. She slammed into the gate at full throttle, lost the bike and went slamming into a bunch of junked cars. She didn't look to good. Obeying his silent command IGOR pulled through the gate and stopped next to the elf. The door opened and Fangs climbed out.
He looked at her and in his hypnotically soothing voice, (the best NuYen could buy), he said to her, "That has to be the dumbest thing I've seen in a long time. Are you trying to suicide?" Suddenly a car came roaring into the yard. IGOR noted the threat an took immediate action. It moved to block the car from it's Master and fired a forward mounted heavy Missile. It slammed into the other vehicle and exploded with a loud roar raising the vehicle into the air and slamming it back into the ground with a flaming 'WHUMP!'.
The missile panel closed and IGOR apologized for the loud noise. Fang's looked at the badly injured elf. "Friends of yours?" I suggest you come with me. I'm headed for Ace Tomato and they might have a doctor there who can help you. Or would you rather wait for your friends to show up and finish the job they started?"
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Post by Mao on Aug 2, 2007 21:39:22 GMT -5
OOC: You have to read more carefully Belch...those were things that went on in Mao's mind. OOC: Pelch, "I realized that but even then I was kind of laughing at the thought process involved. I thought I would have some fun with it." IC: Mao continued to work on his thinking while scrubbing the dirty floors with a toothbrush. The supposed fair punishment for crashing into the gates was a whole week's worth of tiny cleaning movements to help ward off any such "irratic" maneuvers while driving next time...and pay more attention was the more "cordial" way of putting it. Once again he'ld have to lump it all to Pelch and put it on the tab of payback for next time. He bided his time and tried to continue to observe as much as he could where they wanted him to do his "careful cleaning procedure". The orks weren't much talkative...so Mao did what he could by trying to incite some new "perspectives" into the Ork's minds... "Damn friggin loser of a cleaning coworker...light my truck on fire and pretty much me with it? Would you believe that sucker didn't know how to light a freaking cigar? You'ld expect a dwarf that has spent most of his life using your mouth to suck whatever his bosses wanted woulda know how to work a cigar...but no..." Mao knew that as long as he continued to do his work the Ork's wouldn't care much about him babbling...but sooner or later...with repetition the Orks would have it someone imprinted in their minds...and that next time they come across Moose...they'ld make him showcase his skills...
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 3, 2007 19:53:40 GMT -5
(OOC Blark.. sorry Pelch - but Freddy has already explained to BB what her options are, I dont normally write up other people's action/reactions - because I dont like other people doing it to me. As for the gap inbetween your original posting and us now continuing, I shall take this as a go-ahead to post rather than wait politely! But as you are away...Freddy attempts to think his way out of the predicament.. he is crap at blagging and not too good with plausable explainations either ...)
Like I said BB - the only way you can tell it is me is to stun me then for you to check out my implants with a remote, that will give you the flamin serial number of the headware I got, an that dont get stuffed into anyone's gourd under a month, so lets just get this over wi...
Hey.. mr Moose.. you let a fraggin noob in, but drill me into the flamin ground coz I diddnt call - an whose fault is that I ask..? You are in charge of comms - you must have followed what had happened, known who was where and what went down.. Bloody well zap me now an do not take my carcass into the Tomato Lair in case I'm a fraggin bomb - get up here with a deck an just plug me in..
I'm happy to oo oooh
the happy gas kicked in. If someone really wanted to infiltrate the place and was caught, what was the point in killin them offf with a nerve agent..?
BB had security plug the jacks into the deck while she perused the readouts from the remote cameras.. headware storage.. Gawd's sake - Fuchi second gen same as the skillwire, twenty years old easy, still got the silver solid states.. new datajack though - gold Rest of it checks out too - Kangol 'pouch' fingertip mono.. No trace of explosives..
Let him down please Boys...
Why diddnt you call
she allows the body down into the Tomato Lair
Brainscan denotes unconcious - DNA checks to originals - recent detox flush checks out - signs of peripheral damage, burns to extremities, ears nose and finger degeneration - a large flash or a severe freeze..
Why did you leave me alone...
Oxy and detox slow an easy
Ah I'm still alive, so fill me in, sounds like weve got a team to rebuild, and we need to spell it out to everyone what is expected, it must have been, well for you here.. I'm sorry, we are all still acting like runners.. duck out and cut off into the sidelines, hope it all glazes over. I thought I had taken a step out of the shadows, shows how much is still ingrained. First sign of big trouble an we duck an dive.
BB, this cannot be allowed to happen again - everyone in the teams will understand clearly what their roles are... Otherwise we are just going to fade away
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Post by HeadCrack on Aug 4, 2007 2:13:04 GMT -5
It's okay Wolf, you can write whatever you like with everyones characters in this room. Part of the challenge is making do with what the other characters have written for you. And BB is an NPC so fair game...Write yourself outta that situation chummer...You sorta got yourself into it. And Pelch isn't here just now, so what you write is golden...for now...Just remember that there will be consequences for what you write, and the Devil is in the details...OOC: Pelch, "Headcrack has it SPOT ON! WE ALL expect that certain liberties will be taken with the characters, all we ask is that you read back and be sure you UNDERSTAND the things that make each character tick. Try to keep the character in as much context as possible. We all realize that will not always be possible. Mistakes will be made. That is when you have to use your expertise to bring the character back on track, gently! Remember much of this room is designed to teach players how to cope with sudden changes in the story lines. To adapt and to work with other players. Now if the character has never shown his developement in certain areas, then it is open season. For instance, We know Freddy and Meg are married, but I have seen little development in the realtionship.... They seem to be apart most of the time and only touch base when conveinent for a run. A player character could read back on you and then write an 'INCIDENT' in your realtionship that you might have to either 'work out or live with'. Could be a bit awkward for you.
Freddy raises a good point though, how far is too far? I understand he wishes to be polite. That is laudable because it is part of the game. Player characters need NOT be polite to each other, but respect and politeness to the person behind the character is a requirement. If you are looking for a boundary line, it's different for each person! You will never find it, you work through it, like the player characters do, by pulling something and seeing a reaction. Sort of like real life. Some like Krass push boundaries daily! Others never do it at all. Mao never pushes a boundary unless he knows the person, headcrack will push boundaries. BOTH types of personalities contribute certain things to a game. Both are necessary, but it takes time to learn the styles. Be tolerant is the best advice I can give on this. HeadCrack was chatting up Pelch when the little fragger up and PUKED. ALL OVER HIM!!! The first thing the ork did was puke himself being a sympathetic puker. Since Pelch had pretty much puked on him and passed out, falling across his lap, that meant that Pelch got the ork's puke square on his back. The smell of the two metas' puke was overwhelming, and HeadCrack started dry heaving, the odor just about overwhelming him again.... The ork stood quickly, Pelch rolling heavily to the ground with a thud. HeadCrack gave him a kick for good measure, then pulled off Pelch's coat, gagging several times as he did so. He wiped himself down as best he could and Pelch for good measure and then tossed the coat into the bushes behind the bus stop. Then he grabbed Pelch by the collar and dragged the little halfer the three blocks back to his pad. Tossing the little fragger onto the floor by the closet, the ork stripped down and showered off quickly, rinsing his clothes as he finished and hanging them from the shower curtain rod. Redressing, he dragged the dwarf by the scruff of the neck and tossed him into the scratched and flecked tub. He turned the water on, filling up the tub halfway, before turning off the water and leaving the bathroom. Returning to the main room, HeadCrack swore under his breath, and then put the blank under the door handle. His 'door lock'. Then he sat down in the squeaky wheeled chair and plugged in his cyber deck. OOC: Pelch, "You going to let me drown chummer? GLUG GLUG GLUG... snicker. Darn I wrecked my expensive cuban cigar.
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Post by krondax on Aug 4, 2007 11:33:40 GMT -5
(ooc. it was over those hand held communicators that we had bought for the group. i doubt that pelch has one, as he never learned how to use it. i think that JJ might have one. and im pretty sure that BB, Mao, and wheels have one. as for the rest, if they were given them, and they have the freq, their comms are beeping with a text message. oh, im going to have fun whiel pelch is in the hospital comming up with a back story for Xan, and what Really happened to her. *anyone mind filling me in on what was posted for as to her leaving?*
Pelch, get back soon and get better
OOC: Pelch, "Thanks Krondax. I had a couple of minutes this evening and 'borrowed' (A TRUE PELCH BORROW) a laptop and jury rigged a connection. If you read back you will see why their is a problem. Mao's communicator had broken down. Wheel's waqs wrecked in the explosion. Both of those were never fixed. Pelch lost his in the big swim. Since know one ever said it was waterproof....and he did lose most of his stuff there. The rest are open territory at the moment. However, we KNOW those three characters, "AS USUAL" seem to be out of the loop.... again. BY the way, we know by the field test that Pelch could use these communicators. So if the others still have their communicators, they could respond! )
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 4, 2007 17:04:16 GMT -5
(OOC It has been a couple of weeks since the copter got hit - Nothing has been explained about why people had just dropped out of sight..
Freddy is currently waking up in the Tomato - after explaining his way into a very tight corner to BB, and being gassed for his trouble.
OOC: Pelch, "ERM? Some explanations and even some story history has been added. Mao made his explanation. We certainly know that Pelch continued with continuity. It is up to each individual player not to leave a gap with no explanation for this incident in the story line! You see a wily GM or player, migyht insert a piece of history into your 'gap' that you might have problems dealing with. They might not do so today, next week or next month but it could be used if someone was reading back. Someone like .... me, perhaps? However, you usually give each player TIME to fill in the gap which becomes part of the HISTORY of the character. Might I suggest your explanation be unique, plausible, and somethiong your character can live with down the road? If you gloss it over and choose the same reasons other players used... it might now work for you later. For instance Krondax as leader is going to have to answer to JJ and Dom for bailing. She as leader has overall responsiblity!
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 6, 2007 4:01:27 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "OK while waiting for the next go-round of torture, I had a few moments to make some comments, and offer some 'road map' guidance in the previous posts. I suggest you look back through them a little. You see, I do it this way every now and again to see who does read back a little. Especially Krondax who has been out of the loop. If he wants to know what people have been doing, he is going to have to read it a bit....later chums." (ooc Widow: *wow, i can modify.* im pretty much out of time for the week, i will have more in a few days though if im lucky. now then. BB shoudl have one, quick should have one, and quick woudl be my link to Haseltrom (sic) and JJ. when i get some tmie, i will post something to make it more interesting. not sure yet what ill do though.im going to have to have someone compile what happened since i left, so i can read it offline without having to pay for it. thast all for now, comp bitching about low money. )
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Post by HeadCrack on Aug 6, 2007 22:28:26 GMT -5
Drek, that little fragger Pelch snuck back online before I could get back to my line...sigh...Well, least he didn't post anything except guidelines and suggestions...I still got time...I'LL BE BACK!!!
PS. I hope you're doing alright chummer. Your spelling and grammer is not up to its usual par. The drugs must be awesome...or not...Stay Arctic....
Pelch OOC: "Man am I hurting, now. They had me so drugged up I didn't know which way was up."
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 9, 2007 12:45:06 GMT -5
Freddy does have a number of boundaries - some of the players know these - and Freddy makes it plain about others. I chose to have he an Meg as a couple because most other characters tend to be orphaned loners with no ties that can be manipulated, something different. You can think of them as a professional couple where work tends to come first, and they have recently both been through some very busy periods. Have a gander at Meg's recent work, there are numerous openings for problems to evolve - you may note that they are both only recently working out how other people integrate - using the ettiquette active skill. Without this you tend to be seen and also deal with other people as an 'outsider' - read in geek, or loner, or serial killer, someone who just doesnt fit all that well. This is one reason why Freddy has made a lot of errors in his blunt dealings with other people and has come across as a know it all nerd - he just is not slick! (even though he does have a bleedin good idea of what is going on, he isnt leader material... at the moment) By all means use characters to move things forward or make life more interesting for them, but also expect some comeback if your character does something stupid.
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Post by krondax on Aug 9, 2007 17:44:38 GMT -5
(ooc, gah, now i see the post of fangs. Ok, i was posting, till i saw the time, i got formation in less than 20. so i will have to do this hopefully saturday. (sorry, mil stuff comes first)
oh, and is quick still in the game.... and more importantly, where is bb? is she at Ace? or no? )
OOC: Pelch, "BB is on her normal station at the ACE."
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 10, 2007 14:04:46 GMT -5
Freddy is embarrassed by the way the whole team has ducked out - BB remained cooped up in the bowels of the place while everyone else just dropped the mission like a sack of spanners. BB had clamped down too, just battened down the hatches and prayed that things would sort themselves out. It really did show that without a goal - a positive direction, the individuals all just drifted into their old ways of thinking.. problem was that each of the team were just that, individuals... none would be willing to sign up for a six month tour of duty because they were all runners.
Or would they..?
Certainly Freddy would not be isolated for weeks on end from his family.. after each 'break' he always got back. He had always seen himself as the breadwinner, but now that Meg had gotten herself started up - he felt a little deflated.. only being able to help out rather than bringing home the yen from the run...
There was a lot of changes going on.. he had said it before, they were stepping out of the shadows becoming an organised team rather than a loose conglomoration of shady neerdowells He kicks on the white noise gen..
BB
Yes
What are you here for?
Team doctor and media consultant - you check out fine - Mister Fredericks
No, I dont mean right now, I mean here doing this job..
Coz it pays good - an I get to access some big kit - an theres probably a fantastic bonus when our employer makes it
Weve got a good solid centre here in the tomato, youre the intel guru, you have checked the place out - what kind of security have you found...
So who runs security like this, major corps - governments? - yeah - who has access to such neat hardware..? same people. Thats why we are dealing with critters who use mil kit and can up and off in a Dragon, then get double crossed and blasted by an A to A missile.
BB I thought I was good at keeping myself unobserved - using astral projection to speak to other team members - spirits to cover just leaving the place.. people diddnt like it - they got spooked - or pissed off with my smart-arse conjouring tricks... but at the end of it all it doesnt really matter, because there must be a dozen agencies out there with my file anyhow.
The security is solid, a huge amount of resouces has gone into making this place a secure haven.. and yes the place is owned by different corp units - It sounds like you are saying that we're all playing a game where everyone can see what is going on - which means that if they do know even eventually, then they are all willing to sacrifice us all anyway, so we dont matter..?
Diddnt say that, but I think youre right that most of the players do know what is going on, but the big difference is that - it is the team that wins through that makes it - then the game pauses to wait for the next round. Look at it this way, we all thought we were sitting ducks when the airstrike came into view, but as it was, it was our opposition that took the strike - they had done their job but had been compromised. I think that if they had escaped without us chasing them, none of us would be alive.
but yeah, we can be sacrificed easily.. or worse, led into a 'safe' situation and rubbed out by our own side.. if we do not do an awful lot better...
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Post by HeadCrack on Aug 12, 2007 12:42:30 GMT -5
Head Crack listened carefully for a moment with an ear cocked toward the bathroom, then hearing nothing except the dwarf's labored but regular breathing, he shook his head and hit the logon button on his cyberdeck, his sleaze program kicking into gear. With a whirl and a small flash, he was onto the local host, a power grid for the local area.
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
HeadCrack's icon popped up on the grid, the smiling face of the crimson clad figure was hid behind the Iron mask with a slit for an eye port. "Easy as pie...As usual..." he clicked to himself, then mentally activated another operation. Logon to LTG.
With a little pause, the red suited figure looked both ways then zoomed off to the left along the road he was standing on, a constant stream of little squarish worker robots formed a line, going to and from each little house on the road, which represented every power user in the area. He zoomed down the road until he got to the main building, a large squarish blocky type monstrosity that the little worker robots were coming and going from, each one exiting the building carrying a little package of light, the ones returning, empty handed.
Activating his Deception utility, the red clad figure morphs into another one of the boxy worker drones and joins the line going into the building...HeadCrack performs his Log on to LTG operation...(Orange 3, Access 8 test. Deception 6 program makes TN=2)
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Sliding smoothly thru the large portal, HeadCrack deactivated his deception program and his Icon reappeared on the Seattle LTG. Smiling a devilish grin behind his iron mask, HeadCrack zoomed off towards a large orbiting globe located above the virtual landscape. A large line up of assorted icons ranging from individual corp worker icons in their dark pressed suits to large trucks and air ships all waited on hover jets, elevator platforms, personal lift platforms etc. HeadCrack activated his jet boots and flew up towards the globe himself. Activating his Deception program once more, his icon assumed the form of a flashing bullet train, indicating a high priority message requiring highest access…
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
With a flash of lights from the Globe controller, HeadCrack zoomed thru and was on the greater Seattle RTG.
”No sweat…”
Pulling up his directory, HeadCrack activated the Make Comcall operation, simultaneously activating his Commlink program. He accessed his personal contact list and dialed a number.
”Hello. This is the Siren. How may I help you?”
”Gimme JJ please. Access code, Blue 354-221, Omega.”
”Verifying Access code Blue 354-221, Omega…One moment please…” A series of clicks and whirls came over the line and then the line was transferred.
”This is JJ.” JJ’s feminine voice came over the line, though the steel that was always evident these days from her Corp type authority, range like a hammer over the virtual line.
”JJ you sure stepped in the Drek this time. That client you sent me? The one that your goons layed into? He’s in BAD shape. He’s unconscious in my protection for the time being but his condition is completely unstable.” HeadCrack delivered the news with little emotion, his voice disguised by the icon he currently wore.
”WHAT?” JJ’s voice reached a dangerous pitch. HeadCrack wasn’t sure if it was cause he told her she screwed up, or the actual news itself. ”Those fraggin’ trolls…” There was a long pause and HeadCrack waited patiently. ”How bad is his condition and what is your current status?”
”Like I said. He’s currently unconscious. His breathing seems normal, but I ain’t a street doc or nuthin’. He needs lookin’ at. My status is green. Operational and under the grid. Same as normal.”
”Hold one for a contact…” HeadCrack’s inbox indicated a file coming in, and he quickly checked it, revealing an LTG number in the downtown Seattle grid. A tag gave him the Authorization code and a name. BB…
”I’ve authorized a transfer of an additional 1000 nuyen to your account for your trouble. Please get him over to this contact ASAP.” HeadCrack sighed heavily.
”You know this is a bit more involved than what you contacted me for....” HeadCrack ineptly suggested, always looking for that extra little payout, same as any other runner.
”The payment is in accordance with the job. If there are further developments, please keep me advised.” JJ disconnected and HeadCrack sighed. He activated the Make Comcall operation once more and called the LTG number given to him by JJ. Another feminine voice answers.
”This is a secure transmission line. You are currently being traced and recorded. State the authorization code….” HeadCrack looked around virtual space slightly nervously but answered, keying up his Locate IC utility and Analyze utility…
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”Access code B5412-3442-ACEJJ.”
”That is an authorized code. Go ahead.”
”I have an operative. Injured. Current status unstable. I was directed to contact you. Current identity of operative, Don I. Moose. Request further directions…”
”Retrieve operative and deliver to ACE Tomato Company. Enter the garage, give them this access code, and proceed to the elevator. Address and code provided.” Indeed the address and access code was sent to the RTG addy that HeadCrack was currently using.
HeadCrack bowed his virtual icon from the waist and disconnected from the Commcall. Double checking his Locate IC utility, he zoomed off to the LTG access node from which he came, performing a Graceful Logoff operation, instead of hacking the LTG node once more…HeadCrack’s Icon disappeared off the grid…
Pelch, OOC: "Well Done."
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