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Post by Admin on May 16, 2018 11:24:32 GMT
Tag's mother read her Sun Tzu at bedtime.
Ooc: more from me by lunch. Frst technomancer I've had in a group. Are they considered to be in AR when jacked in so their meatspace bodies aren't flopping around?
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Post by Admin on May 16, 2018 13:53:14 GMT
Lord F lifts his glass to the light, swirls it a moment, and observers the ice sphere, which is in fact an accurate topographical globe. The Himalayas and rocky mountains quickly erode, and a tiny pop sound heralds the arrival of a fissure in what would be the Indian ocean that cleanly cuts Jakarta down the middle. He takes a measured drink.
Tag realizes that this is a re-group tactic - she just came out on top of The Encounter!
Lord F: "Yes, I'm Mercurio. I've been robbed, by some people who have access to military grade electronic warfare. A ring and a vase was all that was taken from my substantial collection of antiquities. Unfortunately, the items that I've had stolen, were not obtained by strictly legal means, hence my reluctance to use the authorities. Yes, there are plenty of private security firms that I could hire to do this discretely, but I'd like to keep this a - family - matter."
Chochise thinks to himself: "Just like mom use to make, if I had a mom..."
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Post by Admin on May 16, 2018 16:46:30 GMT
~Matrix~ The payment node opens, reluctantly. You have access to a list of the patrons (or at least who their SINs claim they are) who have made reservations or paid for something here tonight. Room #3's tab is being picked up by an account registered to the Union Bank of Switzerland with no name associated with the account.
~Table~ Lord F: "Are you interested? 100,000¥ per recovered piece, plus expenses."
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Post by Deals with dragons on May 16, 2018 17:29:17 GMT
Tag is surprised to have overcome Mercurio's challenge. Tag knows better than to let down her guard however, Mercurio would soon double down and strike back. It doesn't suit a man of his station to be defeated by a lowly rōnin like Tag.
Tags food is delivered, however she hardly notices. She wants to keep Mercurio on the ropes, not giving him time to properly rally. Tag goes in for another strike, capitalizing on his lapse in concentration.
Tag: "If you want us looking into this, my team will need a few things. First, we need access to your estate and security. My tech expert will figure out what they can about the intrusion. The others will sweep for physical evidence. Second, we will need money up front for equipment. This kind of investigation could require specialized tools. Third, we need a vehicle that can accommodate all of us. Light ballistic shielding and bullet proof glass of course. And if you want to have someone monitoring us, I want my hacker to keep tabs on any info they gather. If you plan on having Rhys do it, we already have had dealings with him, as you likely know. I feel we can have him with us. He could be useful, and an investigation like this seems to fit his -former- job description."
Tag waits for Mercurio to process her requests. Negotiation 7xxFiRP11-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6+RR1-61-6 hits:5
ooc: this was posted before I saw admins second post1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6
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Quhzk
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Alex "Snitch" Putnam
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Post by Quhzk on May 16, 2018 17:30:12 GMT
Taken aback by the offered payment, Snitch tries to hold back his greed and force some cynicism into his mind. "That is an interesting offer, but I've never seen software - milspec or otherwise - pick up and take away a vase. Any clue who we would be dealing with?" Nodding to Tag that he is up for the job, his mind begins wandering on what gear he can coerce Mercurio into paying for as a business expense.
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Post by Admin on May 16, 2018 19:36:36 GMT
> First, we need access to your estate and security.
Lord F: "Of course. The staff is there, but electronically speaking there is very, very little left for them to see. My person admin said the house Host was 'Just Gone' but of course I'll grant you access. It will have to be via a hardline - none of the wireless connections are functional. But yes, you'll have access to what's left."
> Second, we will need money up front for equipment...
He pulls an Amex Obsidian credstick out and slides it towards whoever is nearest to him.
Lord F: "Reasonable expenses, of course."
> Third, we need a vehicle that can accommodate...
Lord F smirks: "Can any of you fly a supersonic VTOL? If not, I can equip you with one or more ground vehicles per your specifications."
> Any clue who we would be dealing with?
He pulls out a small data stick and slides it to the other person close to him.
Lord F: "The circle of collectors of Lemurian artifacts is rather small. Only in the last decade has a consensus been reached in the academic community that the continent existed. I can provide you with some contacts in the field - thankfully the top three are on this island."
He taps the datastick.
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Post by Deals with dragons on May 16, 2018 20:28:54 GMT
Tag listens intently to what Mercurio is saying. [Sounds like quite the adventure, like something out of a movie]
Tag: "Right, well it sounds to me like we have an understanding. We'll start our investigation tomorrow morning. Have a vehicle dropped at this location, I'll pick it up and head to your estate."
Tag offers the address, a street a couple blocks from her safehouse. As the talking winds down, tag hasn't completely dropped out of her guarded state, though emotion does start to appear on her face and her body relaxes. Feeling a bit drained, she starts drinking. And soon after, she digs into the food in front of her.
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Quhzk
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Alex "Snitch" Putnam
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Post by Quhzk on May 16, 2018 20:54:16 GMT
Lord F: "Can any of you fly a supersonic VTOL? If not, I can equip you with one or more ground vehicles per your specifications."
Snitch: "If you can get your hands on a daddy chip for piloting one, I'd love to maybe fry my brain some more for the chance. If that's off the table though I've prepared the specs for a reasonably priced ground transport, I'll send it to everyones comm to look over. I'm calling dibs as driver, so you guys can work out weapons."
Pulling his comm out of his case, Snitch flicks one of his designs to the other party members and Lord F. Being a lover of his bike, combat biking, and things that go fast Snitch had wished that if he could do it all over again, that he would have started this biz as a rigger. Between the brain damage wiping most of his mechanical knowledge, and being unable to morph his face if he were to have a datajack installed, he knew it would be a dream that would go unfulfilled. Many late nights looking through catalogues of vehicles and mods though and configuring dream rigs happened to prepare him for this situation however. Feeling like a rich kid on Christmas he eagerly waited for his hosts approval.
***INCOMING DATA TRANSMISSION***
TEAM_VAN_GENERAL_USE_VER23.cfg
BASE MODEL: GMC UNIVERSE COLOUR: MultiPaint™ DYNAMIC DISPLAY SYSTEM SEATING: 2 FRONT, 1 MID WITH RIGGER COCOON, 1 MID, 1 REAR FACING WITH GUNPORT WEAPON MOUNT: [INCOMPLETE]
ADDITIONAL MODS: MORPHING LICENSE PLATE SPOOF CHIP CONCEALED ARMOR - RATING: WHATEVER YOU'RE WILLING TO PAY FOR GRIDLINK OVERRIDE
COST - 52,000¥ + ARMOR COST
***END TRANSMISSION***
OOC: The rigger cocoon would be for Hija to safely go into VR inside of.
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Post by Admin on May 16, 2018 21:14:31 GMT
> Tag: We'll start our investigation tomorrow morning.
Lord F: "I'm afraid that's a difficult proposition. This is a theft that occurred last night, we are already 18 hours or so behind the thieves, I am not comfortable with waiting another 12."
> Snitch: "If you can get your hands on a daddy chip for piloting one..."
Lord F: "My Banshee represents a substantial monetary investment for my company, so I must politely refuse your offer. I can arrange for a pilot for the next few days without arousing any suspicion with the Board. Or would you prefer something with wheels?"
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Post by Deals with dragons on May 16, 2018 21:26:24 GMT
Tag speaks up quickly
Tag: "Right, well if we need to start tonight we'll accompany you back to your estate. Once there we can arrange a vehicle and get to work."
Tag taps at the display in front of her, trying to find an option for some kind of take-away container. She eventually comes to the conclusion that this place is 'too fancy' for such a commodity. She sets to work, trying to finish her food quickly while remaining relatively dignified. With only a few scraps left in her plate, Tag has her spot cleared and prepares to head out when others are ready.
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Post by Admin on May 16, 2018 22:28:19 GMT
Lord F: "My plane has plenty of room for everyone. I took the liberty of getting one of everything on the menu in insulated containers - its already on the plane."
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Post by Deals with dragons on May 17, 2018 5:07:44 GMT
After a moment of contemplation, Tag speaks again
Tag: "Perhaps my team would like to stop by their lodgings, so they can gather their equipment. It shouldn't take too long, and I think this op will be much easier if we have everything."
Tag looks around the table, waiting for a consensus. She is also trying to suppress a slight stomach ache from having eaten so fast. [ugh, that was a mistake] She closes her eyes for a few second, waiting.
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Post by Random Task on May 17, 2018 6:39:12 GMT
"Yeah, I definitely need to go git my gun... I mean equipment. We can swing by with the banshee."
Cochise notes as he contentedly pats his stomach.
He texts the group. --Something still smells. A guy with a freakin' Banshee, servants, that estate, obsidian Amex, why does he really want us for this job, and why is he paying so generously?--
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Post by Deals with dragons on May 17, 2018 7:01:46 GMT
Tag is still trying to settle her stomach, and her commlink going off isn't really helping. Opening one eye, Tag peaks down to look at what she's receiving. She then types a short response.
Tag: "C, it's about rep, he can't have this on the records. But since we're deniable, we won't be traced back. And what would a guy like him care about screwing over a couple nobodies like us? (I'm not saying we can trust him) Also, you sure we should could take the banshee to a residential?"
She slides her comm back into her coat and closes her eyes again.
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on May 17, 2018 9:42:02 GMT
Hija frowned as her bartender ID opened the node’s door. It was really putting up far more effort than she had expected. Stepping inside she found a rather plain filing cabinet with the drawers numbered one through ten and a couple of others labelled ‘Bar,’ ‘Matrix,’ and ‘Misc.’ Pulling a few drawers out in a scattershot fashion she passed a few of the resulting bills of sale to QU37Z41C0471 and read through her own selection in silence. After a few moments where was gentle whoosh followed by several angry buzzes as Hija documents scattered into the air and fell about the room.
QU37Z41C0471: “Something troubling you little one? You do not seem happy today.” Hija: “I’m allowed to be, besides I have my reasons...” QU37Z41C0471: “The latest one?” Hija: “I was expecting at the very least employee contracts but this is all customer bill of sale nonsense.” QU37Z41C0471: “I do not think that justifies having a tantrum and throwing things around because they are different to what you imagined.” Hija: “You just talking about the files there Co-co?” QU37Z41C0471: “Of course, what else would I be referring too?”
Hija grumbled before placing a hand on QU37Z41C0471’s stack of documents and slowly tipped them out of the serpents hands.
QU37Z41C0471: “You are being rather immature right now, you are going to have to pick those up yourself.”
Hija do not respond and instead knelt down next to the fallen documents. Looking at them intently she slowly traced a line from each document to some point on the top half of the wall.
Hija: “Each one has a data trail going to a single point over there. At a guess I’d say that’s where the money goes and with a simple glance. Yep, that’ll be Franchise Wars regional HQ node or whatever. Anything actually useful to us would be over there unless I just wanna blast some real music or flick the lights on or off.” QU37Z41C0471: “Do you want to flick the lights on and off?” Hija: “Kinda, yeah. Might make me feel better.”
With a wave of her hand the scattered files rose into the air and neatly stacked themselves before slipping back into the filing cabinet, save for one that she had caught mid flight.
Hija: “Swiss bank account then, adds some weight to the idea we’re dealing with Lord Furnival rather than an imposter or on behalf of the corporations. They would of probably used corp money and Seo Silva would just be looking to skim as much from that for himself before paying us. A Swiss account is more personal, if old school. Paying out of his own pocket has certain expectations however.”
Hija copied out the details of the account, enough to track it down if she needed to, and let the document return to the filing cabinet.
At the table Hija sampled the selection of soups, curries and rice dishes and a bountiful amount of sugary desserts that all had incorporated coconut in some way. Listening to Seo Silva Hija’s ears perked up as he said ‘military grade electronic warfare.’
[He’s asking a lot if he think we have the equipment or capability to go up against military deckers. Especially since I can’t find my way around a restaurant node to get what I want. As long as he can pay I suppose. I do wonder if this Seo Silva claims to be Mercurio, the same one Rhys was employed by, could his host getting its hoop handed to it have anything to do with the present Rhys left me on his commlink? Its possible I suppose, if it was copied out a bunch of times. Timeline doesn’t really match since the databomb went off a couple days ago but I can dream I had something to do with it until proven otherwise.]
Continuing to quietly eat Hija looked over to Snitch as he comments on software’s physical limitations. Her voice abruptly materialises in the commlink earbud to anyone who followed her advice previously,
Hija: “Depends where the software is housed. In a terminal its unlikely to pick anything up, in a cleaning drone, its just taking the valuables into storage while the security locks down a possible intruder.”
Hija considered the potential causes of a host being essentially wiped out but just as with a real explosion she would not be able to do too much until she was on scene, specially if all of the wireless functionality had been eaten. So absorbed with her pondering that she barely took in the exchange between Tag and Seo Silva. When the later sarcastically asked ‘can anyone fly a supersonic VTOL’ Hija raised her hand, only hearing the ‘can anyone fly part.’
Bringing her attention back to the room Hija lowered her hand and placed it on the Lemurian collector data stick and brought it closer. Plugging in the device Hija was met with a barrage of information the collectors and on the specs for a GMC Univserse. Surprised by the odd addition Hija looked through the specifications, impressed by the level of detail that had gone into everything. There was something that stood out however, a rigger cocoon. Taking a moment to find out that the information had been sent by Snitch she looked at him in a slightly new light.
QU37Z41C0471: “What do you wish to do here?” Hija: “Pinche nothing, seems we’re about to leave. Let’s take it as a lesson of why I need time to prepare a site before we should arrive and move on. We got lucky that no one tried to intervene on our meeting.” QU37Z41C0471: “You should try to forge your own luck, little one. Rather than rely on it.” Hija: “Predicando al coro, chummer.”
With one last wash of her activities Hija dropped out of Franchise Wars local node. Reading through the details on the collectors some more she encountered Cochise concerned text. Just as with Snitch she responded via the commlinks earbuds.
Hija: “What Tag said and the fact this stuff is probably worth much, much more to anyone with the right connections or knowledge about this Lemurian junk. Whatever price Seo Silva offers you its always a lowballing for the amount they’ll make out if it. Banshee in a residential area should be fine, just got to get clearance with any place with a helipad for an unscheduled stop, might cost a bit but that’s on Seo Silva. Does depend on how much you wanna show off where you live though Cochise. You will be judged.”
Actually speaking for the first time during the meet, Hija placed a hand on the white noise generator in front of her.
Hija: “I’m okay to get some equipment and start working tonight.”
Hija's Tasking to use Complex Form Cleaner to wipe away evidence of her Matrix misdeeds, 12 Tasking Dice: LFuZseMn1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 Hits:5 1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6
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