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Post by Admin on Apr 6, 2018 16:11:17 GMT
*Hija Near the Jukebox* Tag approaches the gamma in the corner, who puts down his phone and starts fumbling in his coat. He turns and looks in your direction, giving off a distinct peter lorre vibe. His twitchy mannerisms seem to flow out of him like water and he seems almost relaxed and he starts talking REALLY fast. Gamma:"Eh? Hithereuhmiss. Yougotalight?" He his holding a retro dried plant style one use vape. Your grandfather loved them. Gamma:"MymumtoldmeIshouldmeetanicelady, younice? Seemso,especiallyifyou'recomingtotalktolonelylittleme." *At a table* The outer layers of the security on the gamma's A King’s Cross II peel away like an onion. An apt comparison, because your eyes start watering a bit, a tiny bit of biofeedback damage when there should have been none. You plant your message, then, as you are pulling the datastream of everything on the comlink, you see A LOT of Tag - including a bunch of footage from the shiny above world, places most gammas would not be seen. For the eye watering part - the King's Cross II was a spoof, the comlink is really a Hermes Ikon that was pretending to be the lower rent comlink. It's also registered to Knight Errant, and you've activated a protocol on it called "Request Interdiction by Decker." *outside then inside* OOC: 8 dice is right, 3 logic + 3 will +2 You notice a large ventilation shaft about 10 feet off the ground coming out of the wall that the crocodile bar is built up up against. Someone ATHLETIC might be able to shimmy up there. If there are any passages through the wall inside the bar, this vent shaft is headinng in that direction. docs.google.com/presentation/d/1nuyPv5Dg4_ZTp5APvvmLoRAKl-CDRYODEqPxqfYsvVk/edit?usp=sharingAs snitch opens the door, Hija notices a burst of communication from gamma's commlink to some relay immediately outide, judging by the quality of the connection. The interdiction protocol likely got out to the Matrix at large.
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Apr 6, 2018 21:50:40 GMT
Blinking away the tears Hija watched as her mark seared itself into the commlink’s datastream. She studied the honeypot she had managed to stumble into. [Interesting, changing the physical appearance and Matrix icon of your Ikon? How naughty, I guess you need the Ikon’s space, I mean look at all this! But disguising it as something lesser? That is odd, most people would do it the other way around. Almost seems like you’re trying to trap people. Still why would you do that?] Hija: “Oh… E2 to E4.” The intrepid hacker tittered as she discovered the Knight Errant registration and its bland formal protocol she had inadvertently activated. [This is a Pawn, or a pawn of a Pawn or a very, very naughty boy. I don’t get many opportunities to play with them. But now I suppose I should get serious.] Just as she was about to start work on the request message, furiously banging itself against the wall, the door opened as a homeless looking geezer, whose only fortune had been managing to steal someone’s briefcase that day, shuffled over to the bar. As a result the trapped message slipped through her fingers and wafted away outside and to the Matrix at large. Hija momentarily stared daggers at the middle-aged man as he looked around before returning to her commlink. [That ludito, I doubt he’d even get what he just did even if I explained it to him. Okay fine, I’ve got until that door opens again to sort this.] Sliding down in her seat a small amount Hija tugged at the waist of her jeans a pulled on a protruding wooden handle. Retrieving the small, decorated obsidian knife that she kept on hand for just such an occasion. Quickly and without hesitation Hija gripped the blade in one hand pulled upwards with the other. She felt the all too familiar slice of pain as a line of crimson started to pool in her hand. Sipping the knife back into its sheathe she clenched her fist and drove it it the pocket of her hoodie. Pretending once again to fiddle around on her own commlink Hija started to mutter once more. There was good thing about the hobo’s sudden appearance. It allowed Alberto to hitch a ride on the man’s trouser leg and rejoin the others be crawling up Hija’s trouser leg. Hija: “I offer up this small pittance to any who wish to answer my call, a simple token for your time. I ask for aid against those who would harm us, myself, my friends, even you and your kin. A bastardo agent of this threat that holds much knowledge that I desire, knowledge already within my reach but they have already proven themselves to be misleading and sigiloso. I ask simply that you aid me in this task, to keep me safe from threats both current and future.” Glancing down at her waist Hija saw the gentle glow emanating out from her wound becoming brighter and brighter in the Matrix. She winced slightly as she felt something hard and scaled push its way up the inside of her arm and towards the opening. A thin metal cable wormed its way out of her hand only to be joined by a second wrapping around the first, then another, and another. Cable after cable spilled forth in a never ending spool until a serpentine shape coiled before in front of her. It grow bigger and thicker as floating bits of code, packets of lost data and icons from all of the devices in the bar coalesced until the metallic serpent stood to the height of a man. Hija: “You, who answered the call, I name you… Cue, thirty seven, Zed forty one, Sí, zero, four hundred y seventy one. Hello amigo.” The serpent frilled body revealing a crown of orange, yellow and crimson feathers that ran the length of its body and opened its piercing eyes. With an unmistakable smile the feathered serpent gently wrapped itself around Hija in, what must have been for it, a hug. QU37Z41C0471: “You should refrain from insults little one, even if he is opposed to you he is still human and should be cherished as all should be.” The being's voice was softer and quieter than its metallic body would lend one to believe. Hija: “Right, sure. I’m sorry?” QU37Z41C0471: “Good, now its knowledge you pursue, a noble goal but this man is cautious and prepared. Then little one, the first thing we shall do is see if he has any more surprises in store for us.” Rearing up the snake emitted a bright light from its eyes as it scanned every each of the data stream for anything that might hinder the pairs attempt to steal the startling amount of footage on Tag. After a few moments the serpent closed his eyes and looked towards Hija, QU37Z41C0471: "Do you see there, In the swirling vortex, amidst the noise and howl, the untouched eye of the storm. There is a trap, it will trigger if you so much as lift a finger on this data stream. I would recommend you disable it before trying anything too rash." Hija's Tasking 9: suvdlPow1-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6 Hits: 1 QU37Z41C0471's Hacking 9: 1-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6 Hits: 5 Hija will use Edge to reroll eight dice: 1-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6 Hits: 3, Tasking total 4. 1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 6, 2018 22:38:52 GMT
Tag peers over the strange stalker, trying to catch a glimpse of his commlink as it starts going ballistic. Yqzbkfjd1-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6 Hits: 4 Looks like someone's tripped the knight errant(tm) matrix-fortress(tm) antivirus program on his commlink [waaaaaait... a... second... Oh... Dreck... Frag... My life... What does KE want with me?!] [play it cool Talia, it's probably not as bad as you think it is... Maybe it's just a coincidence? Damn it, Xink will be here any second now and I neeeed to get rid of this guy] [lets put this guy to the test. If he's not a proffesional I might be able to get him to blow his own cover, which should send him packing, and if not I'll get him to play into my hand] Tag: "sorry no light on me, but I think I might have left one on my bike outside" Tag had seen some bikes out front on her way here, and if she could just get him to say she didn't come in on a bike it would prove he'd been following her, or she would get him to follow her into a more populated area part of the bar, where she would pop his cover herself. Either way this was going to be quick and messy. 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 Apr 7, 2018 21:16:30 GMT
Sitting at the booth drinking his beer, Snitch looked ahead as a small, red circle appeared on the bottom right of his vision. He's had these eyes installed since the unpleasant situation a couple years back and fortunately does not remember getting them installed - they may be a few generations old, but they'll get the job done, and if he needs that 100x dynamic zoom that the new models boast he can always just stare down his trusty scope. Recording video from his eyes was always a little awkward, what with the needing to stare where you want to record and having to control your blinking while still appearing natural, but it is what is is.
As the last of the beer assaulted his taste buds, Snitch noticed the girl with the bandana being hassled by a Gamma. He figured it couldn't hurt to get some photos of the other people in the bar while waiting for something to happen, and snapped a few shots of the faces he could see. Grabbing his case, he concentrated on his right thumb to set it to the "Key" thumbprint pattern used to open the biometric scanner of the case. After the spring loaded case swung open he grabbed his commlink, and for a moment Alex felt nostalgic looking at the red canvas-bound notebook that lay within. He let out a deep sign and closed the case - It was time for work, not reflection.
Opening the clamshell commlink showed fractal feedback as his eyes looked into a display of what his eyes saw, confirming that despite the lack of network access outside of the bar this was being recorded. He's heard that they can chop your ears off now and set you up with some chrome that'll let you hear a pin drop across a city block which can double as a mic system for his recordings, but Alex was feeling old - he felt like he should be winding down from this dirty work and enjoying his questionably gotten wealth, not hacking off more of himself just because he could. The mic of the commlink was out in the open now and picking up the Synth-Piano-Rock of "Gold Chevy" flowing out of the jukebox, and started to catch the blood-incantations being whispered from the table ahead.
[Well that pretty much confirms it, between the Atzlan drone that was on the door and that incantation that is definitely the Psion. Still, I would much rather sell some footage of her in action rather then just a confirmation that she's still breathing..]
Leaving his closed briefcase, empty can of beer, and still-recording commlink at the table Snitch got up and walked to the jittery man hassling Bandana-Girl. It's none of his business but he always hated seeing drunks in bars hassling people trying to mind their own business - he chuckled at the irony of him in his disguise about to that very thing.
Bandana-Girl: "Sorry no light on me, but I think I might have left one on my bike outside"
Big-Fella: "What-do-you-mean-on-your-bike? Why-are-you-saying-that?"
The man's frantic motions went from the nervous twitchings of a novacoke fiend to the spasms of someone barely holding in their anger - Snitch approached from behind, placed his hand on the mans shoulder
Snitch: "This guy giving you trouble ma'am?"
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 7, 2018 21:51:47 GMT
A rogue factor has just entered into Tags particularly sloppy equation. Under normal circumstances she might have been angry, but when a hobo looking guy walks up and offers assistance in perfect unbroken English, wasn't about to look that gift horse in the mouth. [wow, okay just roll with it Talia...] Tag unfolds her arms and looks at the tall, disheveled looking man who has intervened and gives a concerned look Tag: "I think this assholes been stalking me, I hate to cause a fuss, but he needs to be taught a lesson." With incredible speed, Tag snatches the guys commmlink, and inspects it, making sure to keep the camera covered [Drek, it looks like the little hacker has set off some kind of intervention request, let's see...] Tag taps the notification, bringing up a surprisingly complex interface that seems to be indicating that a better connection is required before the Knight Errant(tm) anti hacking matrix division(tm) can make contact. Tag's no hacker, but she's got quick intuition so she tries to cancel the backup request. puL0hjl21-61-61-61-61-61-6 Hits: 2 With a little bit of trouble, Tag is able to assure the system that nothing is going wrong. Tag quickly changes the display to the pictures that had been taken of her. She scowls, she's acting but a small part of her is truley disgusted. She turns the screen towards the disheveled man. Tag: "I knew it! This creep has been following the whole way!" 1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Apr 8, 2018 12:02:35 GMT
Hija reached into the swirling storm of data, letting the stream pass over her without stopping the packets of data. In the centre lay a chained, steel strongbox covered in half an inch of rust. Every so often the lid jumped violently upwards straining against its chains as Hija disturbed the data stream just a bit too much. Carefully and cautiously she placed her hands on the sides of struggling box and inspected the large iron padlock. Without warning the entire scene rocked side to side like a ship at sea and tossed the expecting Hija to one side. She quickly clamped her hands down on the top of the box as it thumped loudly upwards and let out a gurgling, wet growl. Glancing up towards the commotion caused by Tag, her stalker and the hobo Hija could see the snatched commlink in Tag’s triumphant hand, no doubt setting off the inbuilt accelerometer in the scuffle which explained the sudden shift within the commlink. Watching Tag prod at the commlink’s screen Hija could see the data stream ebb and flow in size and speed with each touch. After a while a small length of parchment emerged from the storm and rolled itself into a thick scroll, bound by a bright yellow ribbon and sealed with the insignia of Knight Errant. It was an order to cancel the backup request that slipped through her fingers previously. With one last flourish the message speedily shot away from the data stream, rocketing out of the commlink, and just as the previous message had, slammed hard into the wall of the bar, locked inside thanks to the Faraday cage. Until someone opened the door that was where it would remain pitifully bouncing against the wall.
[She’s trying to help. I think, but she could maybe not make things so difficult in here, I’m starting to get seasick, Matrixsick. Unless she’s trying to challenge me. That must be it!]
QU37Z41C0471: “Concentrate, the path to knowledge and wisdom is filled with many distractions. You must clear them from your mind and focus solely on the task at hand.”
Following the advise of her newly formed friend Hija tried her best to ignore the happenings of the outside world. Slowly but surely she felt herself join with the movements of the shifting scene and the swirl of data no longer passed around her but through her, calming whatever beast lay in the box before her into silence. In her state of zen felt a tug along her wound once more as a small red bulge emerged from the crimson liquid. Opening, the bulge revealed a small eye not too dissimilar from Hija's natural pair, save that it was more serpentine in nature. With her new found vision she turned once more to the box whose rust fell away and was replaced with intricate lines of jade, gold and silver.
QU37Z41C0471: “Good, the bomb is yours. You can discard it if you so wish. Or..." Hija : "Or I can chose something smarter." The serpent smiled. Hija: "It still has a purpose, it would be cruel to deprive it of its purpose. So instead of reaching in and pulling out its teeth one by one I shall... I shall. I shall set it to a different trigger, and password and allow itself to gorge on everything it can."
About the padlock materialized a steadily flowing hourglass. When all the sand ran from the top to the bottom, in around thirty minutes or so, the beast would be released destroying whatever it could find on the commlink, it might even do some damage to wherever Knight Errant kept its data on this case. Though Hija was doubtful that it would get too far with their security. Safe from being eaten Hija proceeded to copy all of the data she could from the commlink and feed it into QU37Z41C0471. He was an expert at all things data, he could organize it all into useful sections and save her time later, plus should anything be tracked from the stream it would lead to him and by the time they got around to that he would have ascended back from their reach. There was some work still left to do. Backing out of the commlink Hija took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. An almost invisible mist crept its way along the commlink and peeled away any sign that she was there, her mark, gone, the chest, back to its usual appearance, any residue from QU37Z41C0471's summons, vanished to the ether.
Hija placed her unmarred hand to her forehead, wiping away a small bead of sweat as QU37Z41C0471 sent her a steady stream of data pulled from the creep's commlink. She made sure to offer the correct password to the box's clone and sadly sent it into an eternal slumber. Once the data had been sent the serpent bowed and faded back into the Matrix. Hija made a point to momentarily sever her connection to the Matrix. A fresh login, squeaky clean and in no way had any link to the criminal activity that just took place.
QU37Z41C0471's Tasking (Spending an Edge to make 4's hit) 9 dice: QQd1wuM81-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 Hits: 5
Hija's Hacking 16 dice: 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 Hits: 5
Hija's Tasking dice 13: 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 Hits: 4
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Post by Random Task on Apr 9, 2018 5:36:06 GMT
Working on a warm pint of Boddington's Own Soypi...beer, Cochise pulls his hat down over his eyes and continues to feign polite interest in the conversation the sad dreckheads sitting next to him at the bar. Gubmint' done this, megacorp done that, the footie, betting on the dogs, or the horse or whatever fragged fraggery these sad fraggin' degens are into.
Watching the scene unfold in front of him, Cochise understands why the Johnson wanted him to run cover on this operation. Send two people completely out of place to make a pickup down in the bowels of the 'Met and have them hold a little meeting of their mutual appreciation society in front of everybody. Genius plan. Meanwhile Gollum over in the corner is trying to croak out something about his precious into his drekky comm.
This goin' get real interestin' real quick; Cochise feels the reassuring weight of his Mossberg lying in its sling, hanging under his arm, covered by the duster.
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Post by Admin on Apr 9, 2018 15:56:09 GMT
The gamma tenses when Snitch's hand lands on his shoulder. With that distraction, Tag snatch's the comlink. The gamma blinks in confusion at the speed the comlink leaves his hand. The gamma's features sharpen and he says in a hissing whisper to tag "Christ lady I'm on your side." He turns to Snitch, returning to his previous mannerisms when he speaks to Snitch: "Ahnoyousee,sosorry. Illjustbeleavingnow,unlessyouhavealight?Theniceladycankeepmycomlinksosorry." The gamma very slowly tries to ease out from under Snitch's firm grip and head towards the door if no-one stopped him. Hija's last glimpse inside the comlink's datavault, at the digital serpent now hiding inside with dataspikes for fangs, waiting for its chance to prove itself worthy of the incantation used to sculpt it into being. Snitch feels a solid armor vest under the gamma's bulky clothing. Cochise hears a weird crunching sound from behind the door to the lounge, and maybe a chain rattling? ------------------------------------- At bar Hija Technomancer -2 edge Cochise Tough Near Jukebox Tag Adept Snitch Infiltrator docs.google.com/presentation/d/1nuyPv5Dg4_ZTp5APvvmLoRAKl-CDRYODEqPxqfYsvVk/edit?usp=sharing
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 9, 2018 20:24:05 GMT
Just... why? There are times when something happens and you have not prepared for it in the slightest. This is one of those times when all Tag can say is: “What?” Tag’s arm lowers unsure of what she's going to do now. The metaphorical table cloth has been pulled out from under her sloppily put together plan, and now it's all breaking on the floor because apparently this guy is trying to help (and pigs have sprouted wings and taken to the sky). Not letting her pure stunned confusion get in the way of her process, she captures that moment in her mind. In the second that the guy had whispered, tag noticed the break in his act, but what else did this betray about him? Ooc: judge intentions 4tUqgG9z1-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6 Hits:3
Still in shock, Tag isn't totally sure, but... hell this guy seems to mean it. Tag slowly puts the commlink back on the table before moving to interpose herself between the gamma and the door. She turns to the disheveled man and says Tag: "Thanks for the help, but I need a few word with this guy, alone" she then looks the gamma straight in the eyes Tag: "You need to tell me everything, and fast." Ooc: intimidation1-61-61-61-61-61-6 two re-rolls 1-61-6 hits:4
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Post by Admin on Apr 9, 2018 20:36:35 GMT
Tag just might believe this guy. He's obvious hiding SOMETHING, but your study of micro-expressions (mom made you study it as a way to get ahead in business) says that when you surprised him, he was momentarily honest, not hiding anything. His guard is back up. He is continuing to scan the room, and Snitch, perhaps looking for trouble - but he doesn't appear to be sizing Tag up so much.
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Quhzk
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Alex "Snitch" Putnam
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Post by Quhzk on Apr 9, 2018 21:45:29 GMT
"Sure I've got a light, we're all being nice and friendly in here" said Snitch, a grin emerging on his cold face. [Body armour, and this jokers putting on a bad act.. Probably goons, the local gangers didn't seem the type for subtlety..] Snitch dug in his pocket and pulled out his vintage '33 Zippo, with a battered silver case and a scratched up facade of the beach on the side. [Hell of a lot more expensive than what a junkie would be holding, hope this grunts taste is as bad as his acting and he doesn't notice] With his left hand handing the man the zippo, his right hand moved from the armoured shoulder to under the arm of the goon, seemingly giving a half-hug as one would to a close friend. Patting at the mans side and back, Snitch trys to feel for a holster and figure out what kind of gear he might be dealing with. Sneak check: aGzYMfwj10d6 = 4 Hits Bandana-girl: "Thanks for the help, but I need a few word with this guy, alone" Snitch took his hand off the unmistakable lump of a shotgun under the mans jacket and turned over to the jukebox. He was never a fan of standing close to someone with a shotgun anyway, they tend to anger easily and make messes. The list of tracks appeared in his vision above the red recording circle as he got close to the machine - skimming through the tracks he decided on a piece of classical music and made his way back to his table. 10d6
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 10, 2018 3:23:27 GMT
OOC: +1rep for the "classical" music, but if dreck goes down, there's gonna be a... Fox On the Run. Tag knows that something isn't right here. The psi girl with a strange interest in Tag, this (most likely) undercover KE officer (maybe) here to help, and just this whole place is really starting to get to her. Tag feels that a normal beta might be sweating right now, but thanks to her parents genetic meddling her body maintains homeostasis without needing sweat glands. But anxiety is starting to build, giving her a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Tag finds this uncomfortable feeling strangely comforting, allowing her to think about herself as human rather than a million dollar science experiment. But it's only a split second before her augmented physiology begins releasing heightened levels of Gamma amino butyric acid(OOC: or should I say: Alpha amino butyric acid hehehe), effectively neutralizing her emotions and focusing her mind. Tag hates this feeling more than anything, she's certain that her parents thought it would be helpful when she would be doing important buiseness for the company, but in some twisted way, it almost makes Tag wish she could feel extremely worried, stressed, or anxious for more than just a few seconds. Just as she prefers action to inaction, she'd rather feel something than nothing. Tag takes a seat right in front of the gamma, setting her pack to her right on the booth bench. Laying it horizontal she carefully retrieves her tazer and levels it at the gamma's crotch under the table where he (hopefully) can't see it. stealth, spending edge to make fours successes: 1TOg6XYi1-61-61-61-61-61-61-6Hits: 3 OOC: Gamma will try to see, I'm going out on a limb and saying he's rolling with a 3 logic and 3 willpower for perception 1-61-61-61-61-61-6Hits: 0 The gamma just isn't paying close enough attention and Tag is ready to make a move if he tries anything. Tag takes a second with her left hand to type out a message on her commlink to the psi girl, since Tag has her comm number from when the girl sent her the pictures. She starts the message but doesn't send it yet. Tag then turns to the Gamma, slowly and clearly saying: Tag: "Let's start simple: what's your name? I want what appears on your SIN, don't try anything swift, because I guarantee that I'm faster." The Gamma looks around, shifting in his seat uncomfortably as he looks at the disheveled man by the jukebox and occasionally looking over his shoulder at the psi girl behind him. Tag:"Alright look, if you really are "on my side", then spit it out before I decide that you're just spouting dreck." Gamma: "Alright, Jesus, I'm Rhys Attaway, happy? (OOC:Rhys pronounced Reese) Tag quickly finishes her message to the Psi girl. It reads: Tag: "I'm sure you meant for me to get your comm number, and since you seem, well... Invested in my buisness, how about you give me a hand? Nothing major, but I need everything you can find about a guy named Rhys Attaway. make sure he exists, figure out if this gamma I'm talking to is the real deal, figure out if he's really KE, and I need it done in three minutes or less. I'll take whatever you can find so no pressure. Though, if you can pull it off I'll be sure to return the favor when you need it PS, I didn't catch your name. You already know about me, so it's only fair that we have a little chat about you when we're not buzy. -Tag" with the message sent, Tag quickly returns her attention to Rhys. Tag: "I'll assume that you already know who I am, so tell me... Why have you been following me?" Rhys speaks in a low grumble, somewhere between a whisper and a snarl Rhys: "God, alright look, my orders were to keep close tabs on your movements. I can't say much more than that okay? I don't want to be here, girl, I'm just doing my job. And you might not realize it, but you're kind of putting us both in danger by talking to me so if you're done fragging up my day, would you kindly go about your buisness?" Tag: "And just let you keep recording me like a massive creep, or run back to your boss and get me in some deep dreck? I think I'd prefer if you stay right here until I'm done, and then we can work out what we're going to do about this little situation we have here." Diplomacy: 1-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6 Two re-rolls: 1-61-6Hits: 4 it seems Rhys is not quite as ready to bolt out the door as he was before. Tag slides her tranq pistol back into her pack, grabs Rhys' commlink, stands, and slides the bag over her shoulder in one fluid motion. Tag: "I'm keeping the commlink until I know I can trust you." Tag makes her way to the bartender, pulling out a credstick and says Tag: "See that gamma in the booth there? I don't want him leaving this place, and I'll pay to make sure doesn't make a break for it while I'm in my meeting. Also hold on to this commlink for me, I'll be back for it." Bartender: "Sure thing miss, I'll keep moi eye on 'im" ooc: if I need to spend a plot point, I will. Tag transfers some money, slides the commlink to the barkeep, and takes a second to breathe. Xink will be arriving any second now, so Tag puts on a professional face and tries to put the day's events out of her mind. 1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6
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Post by Random Task on Apr 10, 2018 3:56:59 GMT
[Sounds like a good time might be had in this joint after all. It sounded like his kinda place, the ol' loser's lounge. Might even makes up for the warm beer, Cochise thinks to himself.]
He gracefully turns side saddle on his stool to face the lounge while quaffing his brew. Out of the corner of his eye, he keeps watch on the Mutual Admiration Society as they seem like they may be moving their bidness to the bar.
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Post by Admin on Apr 10, 2018 17:04:31 GMT
Rhys to Tag (before Tag left, whispering): "You have someone high up looking out for you." He continues, at a much louder volume "ThankyousomuchforthelightSirGuy! SorrysosorrytobotheryouMissLady!" He turns his attention to the dirt under his nails and starts cleaning. The door from the lounge swings open with a bang, and a guant gamma comes strutting out, wearing an LED top hat, a tuxedo coat with tails, and a cane topped with a silver skull resting on his shoulder. He strides right through the dart game, a dart whizing within in inch of his chin. The guy is pale enough to be mistaken for Boo Radley, his eyes are sunken in a very gaunt face. He walks almost with a skip in his step up to the bar, and plops down in a seat between Cochise and Tag - his eyes are dilated, he's on something. The bar tender steps up to him attentively. Barman: "Whadya have sir?" Hatman waves the top of the cane in Tag's general direction, and delivers his line like Groucha Marx: "I'll have what SHE'S having." Something whiskey like is poured into a shot glass, hatman turns to Tag: "Bottoms up before the jig is up?" He tosses back the drink, and winks. A couple of the dart throwers step into the doorway to look into the lounge, but they don't step in. OOC: Assuming y'all survive for any length of time, I think Mutual Admiration Society should be the name of your Team. Hija, all your drones are inside now, correct? +1PP to Snitch for the oh-so-smooth light and pat down. There was indeed a sawed off shotgun. ------------------------------------- At bar Hija Technomancer -2 edge Cochise Tough Hatman Tag Adept -1 edge Near Jukebox Rhys Gamma Knight Errant operative? Snitch Infiltrator Scene Map: docs.google.com/presentation/d/1nuyPv5Dg4_ZTp5APvvmLoRAKl-CDRYODEqPxqfYsvVk/edit?usp=sharing
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Apr 10, 2018 17:16:38 GMT
Hija leaned back in her seat feeling a strong sense of smug satisfaction as she set a mental timer for twenty nine minutes. Pleased with the work she had done for Tag’s sake she peered towards her idol once more. Hija could see that the trio of adults were in a quiet conversation and while she couldn’t hear what they were saying she see their rather odd actions. The old geezer, playing unnecessary backup for Tag, lit up the man’s vape and gave him a tight, hug before switching on the jukebox to some oldies drek. Tag herself had moved from pushing down on the man’s shoulder to sitting across from him and staring intently at him. It was terrifying to be sure but even then Hija couldn’t help but feel a surge of jealously at him being the centre of Tag’s attention.
The feeling faded a little as a small letter icon appeared in her vision. She recognised its origin immediately as Tag, having memorised her matrix signature some time ago. Reading through Hija became rather alarmed at the request. Getting information on someone was relatively simple for her, especially when that someone was as unique as Tag but it usually took days, sometime weeks and she wanted that in three minutes?
[That’s impossible! I’d need to limp out to even get close to having that kind of speed and I’d need privacy to do that. Plus I’d need link to the Matrix which means getting out of this cage but even then I’m not limping out on the street, that’s a drek idea even if I were in a well off district. That and if I were outside I wouldn’t get any guidance from QU37Z41C0471.] She continued and read the post script message which put a further dampener on her mood. [Did I really never tell her my name? Didn’t I put it in the first mess… no, at the bar? Aww I really am a failure!]
Hanging her head at missing perhaps the most important part of an introduction. Hija focused on the only positive she could find, a favour from Tag. There was plenty she wanted from her, plenty she needed. If this was the only way for her to get the favour then that’s what she would do. Filled with determination she sent a short reply of, “Hija,” and rose to her feet. Striding with purpose she paused by the jukebox and boosted its volume to just over tolerable levels. As much as the song playing displeased her she could use the noise to cover what she was about to do. Continuing Hija walked over to the toilets.
Pushing open the ladies door Hija could see the filthy floor strewn with litter and flecks of partially dried vomit and likely other bodily fluids. It smelled simply dreadful, likely it had not been cleaned in months. More important for her were a set of small square windows covered in some greasy substance near the top of the wall. Without hesitation Hija bent over and scanned the stalls for legs. Finding herself alone Hija walked over to the sinks and let the one closest to the windows run over her bloodied hand. Drying it on her leg she placed her satchel on the sinks counter and, as quick as she could, rummaged inside. She pulled out a long strip of white fabric mesh, a roll of duct tape, a Aztechnology multi tool and a spark lighter. Some of the fields tools she needed for rushed drone repair work. Laying her tools out on the counter Hija wrapped the bandage around her hand tightly. With a snip she tossed the rest of the bandage back inside she placed her tended hand into her hoodie pocket and retrieved her Black Skorpion. Turning the weapon on its side she pulled on the charging handle and racketed four bullets into the sink which she then lined up in a neat row. She made four more snips and cut three short, and one long strips of duct tape and stuck the tips onto the counter top. Flipping around the multi-tool around, with some amount of poise, she gripped the first bullet with the pliers and pulled as hard as she could until the bullet left its housing. Placing the lead inside her satchel she repeated the process for the other three bullets until she was left with four tiny canisters of gunpowder. Carefully she lined each the strips of tape with gunpowder and, standing on the counter top, taped a small triangle into the lower corner of the window with the larger tape serving as a fuse. Bending down to pick up the duct tape Hija removed her hoodie, revealing a teal t-shirt underneath, and taped it over her make shift breaching charge. With any luck the armoured hoodie would muffle the noise of the blast and absorb any stray glass fragments. Taking her spark lighter she clicked away at the fuse until it caught a spark and ignited.
After a quick and muffled boom Hija pulled her hoodie away from the window and tossed the smouldering garment into the sink. Sure enough she had cracked the thick glass and taken out a corner, making a hole just big enough for an insect to crawl through. Asking her friends to assist her Hija sent Benita, being the slimer of the two drones, through the hole to the outside. Alberto was asked to sit on the ceiling so that he could see Benita and over the top of the bathroom stalls. With her relay set up Hija grabbed everything, making sure to drench the renaming duct tape stripes into the sink, and plunged it all into her satchel. With a limited amount of time left Hija entered into a stall, locked the door and sat on the lid on the toilet. Leaning against the stall wall Hija stared for a moment at the graffiti scrawled around the stall before her vision of the real world faded to just the twin streams of her friends.
Diving into the Matrix properly Hija searched as fast as her digital legs would carry her for information on Rhys Attaway. From his commlink lair QU37Z41C0471 could sense the little hacker furiously scouring the Matrix with the aid of context cues granted to her thanks to the data stream they had pulled through Rhys’ commlink. He felt compelled to help as she was still seeking knowledge and working against the agents that would do them all harm however he also got the sense that she wanted to do this on her own, prove herself in some way. Lowering himself back into his coils he watched as the girl worked.
A blip on Tag’s commlink was followed by a steady flow of information about the man sat across from her. Along with biometrics, bars frequented, subscriptions to trideo, living relatives, Matrix search history of the last seven days and preferred brand of shampoo Tag got some of the information she was looking for. Rhys Attaway was employed by Knight’s Errant as a detective up until two years ago. He was swiftly replaced by KE after an incident involving Ares Technology. He decided to use his acquired skills as a freelancing private investigator and has worked on a number of cases for people of various questionable backgrounds. His latest employment was to someone going under the moniker of “Mercurio.” Despite him having no official connection to Knight Errant he has kept a small number of associates from them to consult and assist him in his work.
Hija Engineering 12 dice: dnFvix4l1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 Hits: 4
QU37Z41C0471 Hacking 9 dice: 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 Hits: 0
Hija Hacking 16 dice: 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 1-6 Hits: 6 1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6
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