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Post by Xenomarch on May 26, 2009 15:45:30 GMT -5
Time: Early Morning; January 1, 1900 Location: Washington Monument, Washington DC, USA
Man #1: "When do we go back to the reservation?"
Man #2: "The 5th. After the Ambassador has been taken care of. We need to ensure that Red Fox has her chance"
"Is this really necessary? I mean I know we need to let the 'white man' know we aren't going to take his abuse, but to do this... now. Red Fox might be going too far."
"Never let her hear you say that. Ever. And it's out of our hands what she does. Running Deer has her leash and ours. She told us to provide security for Red Fox and I, for one, am not about to go against our shaman.
Enough of that talk, back to the job at hand. Last night I received the final piece for the bomb and you need to get it to Red Fox. She is expecting it by tomorrow night. If you stick to the plan we talked about you won't have any problems getting it to her."
"Ok. I'll meet you back here then on the third."
"Copy."
"Be well my brother."
"You too Xenomarch."
On January 5, 1900 an unknown assassin tried to bomb the Ambassador of Japan's home. The assassin was able to get on the premises before the bomb detonated. The Ambassador and his family were unharmed and only some minor structural damage occurred.
Mr. Frodo: To those who accepted my invitation, please meet at the Salmon Bar on South Pier in Seattle at 23:00 hours. Be Prompt. I have reserved the back room for our meeting. We will discuss the assignment and payment at this time.
Arriving at the Salmon Bar is easy this night. The streets seemed to have been cleared of those annoying 'Star patrols. Once through the 1st front door you are greeted by a friendly Ork who asks if she can help you. Whether you tell her anything or not she asks if you have and weapons you wish to check. It is the Honor system as she doesn't do anything other than ask. If you give her anything she will place it in a cubby hole behind her and hand you a receipt chit.
After that interaction you pass through the 2nd front door and are hit by a almost physical wall of sound, smoke and heat. Hearing anything past 2 meters is difficult for unaugmented ears and seeing is just as bad. Thermal sight is diminished as the building seems to be kept at 35ºC (95ºF).
You are able to make your way through the crowded room to the back. There you encounter the Elf. No obvious chrome. Dressed in tailored black suits, polished black shoes, gray 1930's gangster hat and black gloves. Eyes seem to glow a dull yellow when they move through any shadow. This Elf asks your name and if you are currently armed? He does not ask you to disarm. Once you answer his question he opens the door he was standing in front of and you see another Elf who could be his twin. Both Elves motion you to enter.
The room is 3m x 4m with a 3m ceiling. There is no table just 6 chairs. Another door opposite the one you just passed through is bared closed. In one of the chairs sits a Dwarf.
"I'm Mr. Frodo, please sit while we wait for the rest."
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Post by wolflet59 on May 27, 2009 10:13:19 GMT -5
I'm Freddy - may I? Indicating a chair facing the barred door - with his back to the entrance he's just come through. Freddy removes his hat an wipes his forhead - the sweat beginning to roll then removes his heavy hot puffa jacket an drapes it over the chairback
shoulder and back concealed holsters expose the Plas grip hilts of two tasars. Freddy smiles feebly and waits. Tasars are generally regarded as toys so he has no qualms retaining his. He has already told the elf
On the way through the hot crowd he had a good look at a couple of others out there identifiable by still wearing most of their clothes rather than in damp vest or slick skin.. other recruits?
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Post by krondax on May 27, 2009 13:34:46 GMT -5
Xandria walks into the Salmon bar and forces a smile to the ork as she asks if she can help you, and if you have any weapons that you want to check in. Reaching into her leather long coat, she pulled out a baretta 93, and placed it on the counter. The ork shrugged, if it was from surprise or not, Xan wasnt sure. Taking the chit though, she was happy she kept the rest of them, if the ork didnt press the matter. She guessed at least half the bar was packing heat.
She wormed her way through the crowd. seemed to be a lot of young hussies and dock workers mostly. Drek heads, she thought to herself, as she passed them and came up to a suit in the back. "Who are you?" he asks her. "Black Widow" "Are you armed?" Xandria crossed her arms in front of her. "And just what do you think?" she said to him, waiting to see what he would do. He didnt respond, but merely motioned for her to enter the room. She does as asked and moves towards a seat on the side, between the two dwarves. The one facing her she has never seen before, the other one has his back to her so she cant identify him yet.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2009 14:24:14 GMT -5
Skidds looks at the ork after she'd asked if he was armed. Where the drek did she live? Of course he was armed. Yes miss, and he pulls out his Ruger and hands it over. gets his chit and heads into the bar. Once reaching the back room he's asked again if he's armed. No any more . The Ork up front has my gun. He enters the back room.
Hi. The names Skidds. I hear you may have use for a driver. He takes a seat.
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Post by cxone on May 28, 2009 16:05:52 GMT -5
(( OOC This is cxthree. I won't be able to post for a few days. Work stuff and RL stuff goig on. Should be back by tuesday))
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Post by krondax on May 28, 2009 23:14:52 GMT -5
(ooc. were we going with volcano, or did you want me to finish off that char today?_)
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Post by Xenomarch on May 29, 2009 0:09:48 GMT -5
((OOC (ooc. were we going with volcano, or did you want me to finish off that char today?_) Go ahead and finish her character and we will run with 5 characters. Freddy Skidds Black Widow Volcano ??? Have her post a description of her character and I will work her into the run after we have started.))
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2009 0:23:21 GMT -5
Mr. Frodo: To those who accepted my invitation, please meet at the Salmon Bar on South Pier in Seattle at 23:00 hours. Be Prompt. I have reserved the back room for our meeting. We will discuss the assignment and payment at this time. Hmmm, time to hit the streets again. Wonder if this run will be better than the last one.
Volcano hands over a nearly mint condition Ares Predator 3 to the girl. A slight flush crosses his face as if to apoligize for the lack of wear and tear on it.
"Volcano"
"Not in the mundane."
Volcano will sit in a empty chair and peek at each person's aura. When noone stops him from doing so he will then do a more indepth scan. The entire process takes 10 secs total.
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Post by wolflet59 on May 29, 2009 6:50:03 GMT -5
From the back Xandria can see the hi-spec gold datajak and chipjak on either side of rear lower skull. greying pigtail keeps the hair from getting tangled and silver snake earrings are a giveaway for her. Freddy Fredrickson. Just to check she sways gently to the left - tasar in the shoulder holster confirms it is him sitting with his back to the entrance door leaving himself open if someone wanted to geek him...
Volcano's scan will pick up an old skillwire riddling Freddy's system - the newer versions flow into the CNS smoothly while this is typical of something twenty maybe twenty-five years old - almost imprinted onto the nervous system rather than 'grown in' like the modern ones. Datajak and headware too. Suprised he hasnt got his eyes done - and there is some small gut implant.
Freddy has no spells active - although he does have sustaining focii locked to him - which are currently passive. These would need to be taken out of the leather tobacco pouch to be quickly activated. If these links can be seen in his aura there is a F3 and a couple of feeble F1s - strange thing would be that he does not register as being awakened. he does not have a magician's aura; it is grey dull and completly mundane. Some mage has locked spells onto him...?
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Post by krondax on May 29, 2009 10:06:52 GMT -5
Xandria took a seat and smiled as she looked over the group. She thought that it was Freddy, but didnt want to jump to conclusions. She wasn't sure what had happened to the rest of the members of the Z street group, and didnt want to bring undue attention incase word of their breakup had gotten around. Bad rep and all. "Hello Freddy. Glad to see that I will be working with a familiar face that I can trust" she says with a slight smile.
Volcano would see cyberware, lots of it, but thats about it.
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Post by wolflet59 on May 29, 2009 19:30:16 GMT -5
Hey - good to see you too Widow he keeps the exchange short so they dont 'tread on toes' - this is after all a biz meet - but by the spirits it is good to know someone! twisting on the chair he puts up his hand for a shake, fingertips meet in a brief wagging pinch. Runners dont often touch if they can avoid it - just in case something gets slipped or taken
Freddy rolls the pouch in his pocket - he hasnt been out for a good while and is a little rusty at fastcasting if that might be needed. The hume in the red duster smells of magic and is probably already checking them all out - but wont pick up any trace of the arts from Freddy - the earrings might give out a clue but with his focii inactive there is nothing to give him up as awakened. Its not that he wants to suddenly spring suprises on people - it is out of security. All those weeks and months having to double back - to choose the crowd duck into and out of buildings - holed up in the Snake-oil shop for days on end - now that IS paranoia kicking in. Good gods he needs the job more than he realised..
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Post by Xenomarch on May 30, 2009 0:06:57 GMT -5
Mr Frodo: "Now down to the business at hand. There is a piece of data that I need retrieved from a research facility in Tacoma. On this chip," He holds up an optical chip. "is the blueprints and security rotation for a small Orange Omega site. It also has a description of the data that I want. Any other data that you pull from their network is yours. I would provide codes to the computer and security but they get changed on a random schedule and therefore would be useless by the time you got on site.
Here is the payment of ¥5000. He hands Freddy the credstick and the OC. To receive the remainder you will contact me at Mr. Frodo@info.ucas to arrange a new meeting location.
Any further questions?((OOC: the ¥ is on one (1) credstick. Krondax we can add your friend at anytime after the team leaves the club.))
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Post by krondax on May 30, 2009 0:55:20 GMT -5
(ooc. ok, having problems with the communications a litle because of hte time diff here. lol. gonna ask her for a char description... and what to fill out with the other skills, got like 15 points left to go._
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Post by wolflet59 on May 30, 2009 17:53:34 GMT -5
taking the OC and stick but leaving them on the table top - waits for anyone to question the J.
Once the room clears of MrJ and his mercs..
Shall we vacate to a quieter bar and make our intros or stick here? I'll see if I can copy the chip...
anyone need this upfront 5000? I'm good for gear
Freddy unslots a three inch plas spike from his own chipjak and inserts the optical chip instead, unreels a datalink cable and plugs it into his datajak then into his own minicomp - this allows him to view the OC make a copy into his own headware then download the information in an easier form so the others can easily transfer the active records comp to comp 'leapfrogging' the data. The primary data is usually locked and can be transferred but not copied -read only. but there may well be a way to at least make a repro of the layout so everyone has a groundplan.
While people are deciding and collecting the intel If you fancy moving can someone give me a lift?
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2009 22:41:31 GMT -5
It' s all good here. I'm liking what I'm hearing. If any one needs a ride the Sharks out front. Skidds can't wait to get behind the wheel.
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