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Post by krondax on Jun 20, 2009 4:50:32 GMT -5
((ooc, yeah, about that, i havenet been able to get ahold of her.. gonna see if someone else wants to play her right now if not, then hey, shes an npc, and we can go with the plan that xan has.. tell her daddy to turn a blind eye if he wants to make srue nothing happens toher.. just. we wont be protecting her__
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Post by wolflet59 on Jun 20, 2009 8:51:22 GMT -5
review the intel we have been given regards security on the site and see where this potential contact fits - which areas is he able to allow us access to... what other security is onsite people cams and offensive stuff.. and where is the data held...?
What kind of download capability will we need - Freddy has headware an can download and sift files into his head storage then out through the second chipjak into blank chips he has
Freddy has done this before - infiltrate the corp - find the 'mark' identified as having high level access then collect the codes from the guy's mind.. the hardest part is the link into the onsite system you could be in there for fifteen twenty minutes and you had to know what you were looking for.
There was no way you could copy the lot you'd be there for days and have to be linked to another mainframe.. so pick and choose your data carefully. Research tended to be the main target for a job. Trying to set yourself up with a shedload of cash by diverting payroll into shady banking sites diddnt work. Opening the safe and grabbing bundles of bonds and the like did.. portable untracable stuff Another area of interest tended to be property or company purchase - who owned what...
We can look at a public terminal to gather a little info on the corp itself
I was under the impression that the Tir had tough borders to keep out the riff-raff - looks to me now that there are quite a few dissatisfied Tir citizens wanting out - What's going on in there - some kinda clampdown?
This Tachoma site is Orange Omega security level for an AA corp - I hope we have been given valid access codes to their internal databanks - else whoever goes inside their system to retrieve the data could get easily fried - an that looks like either me or Skidds
In the meantime he keeps an eye out for the daughter..
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Post by krondax on Jun 21, 2009 13:42:45 GMT -5
(ooc: ok, my friend is here.. finally got ahold of her... tomorrow i will link her name up to her char sheet. xeno, i told her to pm you for when you want her to enter...)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2009 14:18:07 GMT -5
Ciara sashays into the bar had she stayed in her old life she could possibly buy the bar, but not with only 500+ nuyen in her pocket...that was not about to happen. She motioned for the bartender to come over.
"Whiskey,"
when he brought over the shooter she slid her hand towards him.
"I was told to meet someone here." She says, sliding a picture over to him. Under the picture was 50 nuyen. "You happen to know anything about her?" He points her to the room.
She walks into the room with a smile on her face. As the door is closed she takes a chair turns it to face her and sits while fanning out her coat around her. It was easy to see her piece, but she kept her knife close to hand. A trick she picked up from one of her ganger mates. She runs her left hand through her hair,
"So you are the lovelies trying to crack double A at Omega..."
she picks up the toothpick behind her left ear and puts it in her mouth. She looks at the guys and then over at the woman as she sucks her teeth.
She looks over the group studying their appearance: one ork in coveralls, an older looking gentleman..."needs to shave"...he has snake earrings..."snake man;" a pale red head with a red coat and a woman with silver hair and guns on her thigh..."probably armed on the second thigh as well." She knew the other three were armed.
She gave the woman a long look. Not too much longer than the men but long enough to see that her suit hugged her in all the right places..."Hmmm..."
She was used to being in a group...rather a gang and she felt she knew how to handle herself. She turns her attention back to the men,
"So what's the plan? I figure you'd have a good one...else you're all suicidal."
She looks to the scruffy guy figuring he's probably the brains or at least mister 'plan ahead.'
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Post by krondax on Jun 23, 2009 14:45:26 GMT -5
(ooc: init. [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] + 5 (i think that i easily out do her. just pm me withwhat i need to roll to get all of this.)
Xandria leaps forward, towards the girl, kicking her foot out and kicking the chair backwards. holding it in place, which is conveniently pinning the girl to the wall, the chair crushing into her ribs, Xan draws a pistol with her right hand and places it under the elf's chin. "And who the drek are you, to come barging into this place like you own it you little slitch!" she practically screams into her face.
It takes her a few moments to recognize the face with the picture. "Oh, wait, your little miss prissy that we are supposed to baby sit. If you keep up stunts like that, you might not be alive for very long. And i dont want to be saving your hoop all the time. Perhaps it would just be easier to ensure we get in there by telling your dad that his little girl wont be killed by us." she backs off with the pistol a bit, but keeps pressure on the chair, pushing up on it every now and again to make sure her point is getting across.
(ooc: i think that that would fall under unarmed combat, the chair bit.)
ed-why didnt my dice roll work [rand=4670749020059678609368432501046756904435007038429896262837059062]
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Post by wolflet59 on Jun 24, 2009 6:57:11 GMT -5
He checks the trid image of the cocky girl who gets the receiving end of Widow's wrath
You must be Ciara - Widow is very touchy about people who she does not know and have access to what we are doing.
Firstly - Fill us in on what you know about us - then what you are expecting. Please elaborate on any information which you feel will be useful especially regarding this potential run. We need to know where you stand and what you expect..
Some details from the site would be appreciated
Sometimes coincidences just popped up everywhere - signs that could be misinterperated with ease and lead you to an incorrect assumption... but so many elves was disturbing - it smelt of dirty politics corp infighting where someone was checking out another department's security - keeping them on their toes by sending in an expendible group..
if the group got through and retrieved the data then no biggie - the data would not be really sensitive and the department responsible took a lot of flack; If the group was stopped then they would be mind stripped to reveal ..nothing. win win for the J in control.. a few grand splashed out - petty cash.
the problem came when the runners were given enough access but then went the whole nine yards and snatched some juicy extras.. just in case there was usually a trial run on a heavy ICE which would just happen to stop the datasnatch
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Post by krondax on Jun 24, 2009 14:03:19 GMT -5
(ooc, so,yeah, i had to write a 1750 word fricken essay today..... so i dndt get here till now. so yeah, i will post tomorrrow...0
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Post by Xenomarch on Jun 24, 2009 21:56:43 GMT -5
((OOC: for the confrontation no rolls needed. Wolflet: With the formation of the team, you're pretty sure that a matrix angle is not a viable solution. The skills of the team so far <not counting Ciara> lend to an onsite data theft. Krondax: I saw your dice roll but in the future if you want to roll real dice and post results thats fine too. Kudagras: I replied to your PM. As a tip the info in the posts before your character showed up isn't known to Ciara the character. Keep in mind to only work with info that your character is there for.))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2009 2:16:56 GMT -5
She turns to look to the man addressing her,
"Kinda hard to do that with your guard dog off her leash."
She referred to the chair constantly being pressed into her. "I've had guns in my face before." Hmm...probably not the best choice of words to go with considering the chair was going nowhere but into her gut. When all else fails go for a diplomatic approach...it's helped her out before.
"Ok....ok..."
She took a deep breath and tried to think through the pressure,
"I got a message to come here and honestly I have nothing on you guys...all I know is that the Tir Site has Omega Orange Matrix Security...that's it...I'm just as much a pawn in this as you guys...now will you please call off the Rotweiler with the gun?"
She didn't want to die her first night out on a real gig. Besides...she had a chance to make real money. Normally she wouldn't have cracked under pressure but she figured it would be a smart move in order to not make the entire team hate her the first day...she's seen plenty of cats get bagged that way. She thought it be wise to mention...
"Something about an assignment."
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Post by wolflet59 on Jun 25, 2009 9:49:17 GMT -5
I suspect that.. now you have provided a little information and we know who you are... then Widow may ease off.
Your analogy is incorrect - Widow is her own free agent - there is no leash - and her bite is a lot worse..
I believe however that you need to stay in good shape - so that we can arrange something with one of the Tir guards - a relative of yours..?
Er you mentioned an assignment.. please, tell us more
Being last one in on a run is always difficult but the kid reacted well to pressure - severe pressure too!
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Post by krondax on Jun 25, 2009 15:52:16 GMT -5
Widow looks down at the girl for a few more moments, then puts the pistol back into its holster. Backing up a bit, she kicks the chair once more, very hard with the intent of knocking the wind out of the girl as she turns back to the table. "I wouldn't make any more comments comparing me to dogs." She pauses to glance over her shoulder. "Next time I wont be as nice."
[ooc: will post more about the AA security and such tomorrow. need to get to sleep though right now]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2009 19:37:07 GMT -5
Nods in agreement with man about the assignment and the woman he referred to as Widow to back off. She was about to answer his question regarding the Tir guard when the chair came into her gut once more. Good thing her arms were down to take part of the blow. She wanted to yell for it did hurt but she struggled with it in silence though it was clearly written on her face.
"Like before I was just told to come here..."
She pushed the chair away and held her left arm as it took most of the attack. She sat back down like she had before while looking at her hand. She figured her arm wasn't broken but that didn't stop it from hurting. Good thing it wasn't her gun hand. She normally would have taken the time to say something smart, but she thought it best to get down to business. She picked up her toothpick that had fallen from her mouth during their little scuffle and put if back in her mouth. "One of the guards...he's my father...as for the assignment, I don't know anything other than trying to take this place without some inside help is grounds for one's death." She looked around at the group as she flexed her hand under the table.
"I haven't seen him in almost a year...quite sure he'd be willing to do anything to get his 'princess' back..."
She shook her head, "Anyway...that's all I know."
She stretched her arm under the table before shaking her hand. It'll be back to normal soon. Widow was more like a shark than a dog.
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Post by wolflet59 on Jun 26, 2009 8:22:01 GMT -5
So you are in on this run.. the fifth member. Have you been briefed yet - if so who by? We will need to get the inside information and check it against the plans we have - then make some of our own
you have met Widow - who may introduce herself now that you have a reason to be here I'm Freddy, security infiltration What's your field or specialty Ciara?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2009 17:03:57 GMT -5
She looks at the man she now knows as Freddy as she listens to him speak about being brought on the run.
"No I haven't been briefed yet, I was told that all of that would happen once I got here."
Her arm was feeling almost normal again as she looked at Widow as Freddy spoke about her introducing herself. 'Nice first impression,' she thought as she looked back at Freddy.
"My specialty is hand to hand and blades. I carry only because you'd be stupid not to in this town."
She looked at the rest of the guys sitting at the table and then back to Freddy.
"Okay so you know who I am and you know what I could do for you, who's the rest of these guys? What's exactly going down and what do you need me to do?"
She was putting the newfound squatter lifestyle of hers to work. Rule number one when against the unknown, 'stick to business,' it's less likely to get you killed unless business is of course...your death.
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Post by wolflet59 on Jun 27, 2009 20:55:45 GMT -5
You arrived for your briefing here? someone has gone to a lot of trouble to conect you in - jigsaw pieces. we are being fitted together - better than being fitted up.
ok you know the guard we need to get hold of. a double-A corp will fry us alive unless we have the right keys to open the right doors. We have the groundplans now we need to know what areas we can get into without being spotted. When and where can we make a meet with this guy to get this biz rollin
Ciara's forearms had light bruising along the bone - sure signs of someone who spent an hour a day at least beating ten kinds out of a wooden practice dummy. the girl had a nice turn of phrase too - made you want to listen a little more to what she had to say. Seemed like the group now had a 'Face'.. someone who had the gift of the gab an would be upfront taking the immediate flack. Suited Freddy down to the ground as he was weak with just waltzing into a place trying to blag his way in - he preferred layers of subterfuge. No doubt the kid was very well known in her own circles - the cocky attitude shouted 'Street'. carve your own turf - dog eat dog... take the money and run - preferably all of it. time would tell.
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