Chaos Theory, ---IC--- Options

[Abbandon]

Tacoma, Seattle Friday, March 7th, 2070, 13:51
Stray

By the time Stray pulled up to Al's Hanger she was already a minute late. The first thing she noticed was that there was a limo parked out front with 3 normal looking humans leaning against the limo who all took notice of he approach and began to pat each other and communicate with one another, one had a collapsable baton, one had a knife and one wasnt holding anything. Stray didn't know what was going on but she didnt think they would be any trouble after all Al told her to show up now, so she went around the limo and parked on the side of the hangar, in front of the limo. She only had to walk around the corner to get to the door. The three guys had watched her keenly but when she pulled to a stop they non-chalantly walked over the the hangar door and took up position there.

As Stray walked around the corner and headed for the door the empty handed guy held up a hand for her to wait, "Your Late sweet cheeks, Al says that if you want to see him now your going to have to get through us and your not allowed to use firearms, Al doesnt need the attention so drop the shotgun and anything else that goes boom and lets get it on...If you want you can call Al to check."

Absolutions, Matrix, Seattle grid- March 7, 2070 - 09:27
Qventra

Daeyan could not believe what he was hearing. Now this Russian jerk off was trying to dictate terms beg for money and get a bike out of the deal...."You know what? Fuck it. Your probably to shitfaced to be talking little lone online doing business you damn drunk. You better get a handle on that or its going to kill you or get you killed. This is the address of the place we want you to hack." A window appeared to accept the file transfer or not. "You have five days to get it done. If you have any questions call me when your sober." The lion disappeared before Qven could say anything further.


Abandoned Factory, Seattle – Friday, March 7th, 2070 – 19:30
Stormcrow

On his ride over to the factory he thought about what Al had said to his questions, "The facility is just an abandoned factory, two stories. Its basically empty. Thats all the information I was given but as soon as you leave I am to call..someone.. and tell them you are coming and they will meet you there with a to give you more details and provide assistance if any is needed..". God only knew what kind of experiments they were up to or what corp was doing the research.

As he rumbled up to the factory's entrance on his growler he could see a large black tactical van like the kind an elite security force would use for a mobile base and a smaller normal sized black van. Neither of them had any markings or were giving off any identification. Stormcrow came to a stop on the opposite side of the gate of the vans and quickly locked down his bike. As he dismounted he saw the door to the tac van pop open and an older man in his 40's step step down and walk over to him, the man was wearing normal combat fatigues but no armor to speak of and only a single pistol strapped to his leg which looked like nothing you had ever seen before. "You must be Mr Stormcrow..." the man did not bother to extend his hand in a friendly handshake this guy was all business.

[Fuchs]

Tacoma, Seattle Friday, March 7th, 2070, 13:52
Stray

What a damn idiot! Stray’s internally cursing at Al, while smiling at the one without weapons.

„Sure, let me check with Al…“ she cocks her head, as if accessing an internal commlink, but she’s mentally lining up a kick right to the man’s stomach.

„Catch!“ Stray throws her duffel bag to the man with the knife, hoping he’ll ctach the bag and get distracted, then suddenly pivots around, her right foot lashing out at the man without weapons. He is probably the most skilled of the trio, with him not carrying weapons, so he’s got to go down first.

[quentra]

Absolutions, Matrix, Seattle grid- March 7, 2070 - 0928
Qventra

The pheonix sat, dumbfounded, at the insolence of the little elf. Sukin sin. He downed another shot, the virtual alcohol barely meeting his meatbody needs. Qven stared at the transfer window, playing with the thought of killing it and saying frag all. A timer on the window ticked down to zero, approaching the point where the window would close and the job offer effectively end. Qven waited for the the timer to end, but then hit the accept button, snarling inwardly. He waited for the address to transfer and sent it to his commlink before jacking out of the bar.

Qventra's Doss, Tacoma Docks, Seattle- March 7, 2070 - 0930

The slavic elf blinked, his cybereyes adjusting to the low, smog colored morning light. He stared out the window for a few minutes, surveying the pollution tainted shoreline, not hidden by the glitzy Emerald City AR overlay. He grimaced, thankful that his AR filter kept the smells out, at least.

Deputat appeared before him, bobbing in slightly in the air.
That did not go well. the sprite commented, a deadpan expression on his face. Nyet, really? Qven shot back, heavy sarcasm dripping from his mental tone. He dismissed the sprite, not wanting any company currently.

Qventra walked over to the bar, pouring himself a shot, then two, then three. Qven sighed as his rage began to slip, the warmth of the vodka spreading through his limbs. Shaking the empty bottle, Qven threw it into his trash chute, making a perfect score and chuckling to himself. If I was a drunk, I would not have made that.

He threw on his clothes, then walked over to a hidden locker at one end of his bedroom, wirelessly transferring a memorized code. A concealed door flipped open, and Qven looked at his AK and ammo laying inside, grinning. "Eet seems as though vee veel not be seeingk any action just yet, daragaya." He closed the door, relocking it with another mental command, making sure the locker was well hidden. "But vee shall see eef vee cannot change zhat."

The elf flipped open his commlink, checking for both new messages and composing a message to his fixer, Karl.
Карл, привет. Мне нужна работа, ну на более...активнй Ñ?тороны. Штота уеÑ?Ñ‚? Qven sent the message off, checking the matrix address Daeyan provided. He decided he would probe it later, maybe this evening or tomorrow morning. He clipped the commlink to his belt, and headed out of his apartment, making sure he had all his usual gear on him, namely his flask.

Tacoma Docks, Seattle- March 7, 2070 - 1002

Stepping outside, the usual night sky appeared above him, a transplant of the night above St. Petersburg. Qven decided to catch a few breaths of fresh air, lighting a cigarette as he walked. He avoided the various prositutes offering themselves on the docks, though his alcohol addled brain did remind him that he hasn't gotten laid in a long while, VR sex nonwithstanding. Qven pushed the thought to the back of his head, and headed to a runner bar, Gorky Park, hoping there was some quick, short-term work he could pull off to give his adrenaline the kick it needed.

[crizh]

Fort Lewis - 7th March 2070 - 06:50

Voodoo

She woke to Baghera's insistent mental nudging. Opening the third eye she smiled at her faithful companion and ruffled his ears.

"Thank you for standing guard, you are a good friend."

When the big cat had melted into the dawn she opened her physical eyes and noticed the faint mental tickle her commlink was transmitting now her biomonitor had spotted that she was awake.

"At last..."

"So your name's Voodoo eh? Thats original..ok I guess you havent done anything to piss me off yet so I will try to cut you some slack. I hear you are fairly talented at spell design and enchanting, truthfully thats not an area of magic Im to familiar with and so I don't really have any kind of job like that I can offer you. I know some people people would might be interested in meeting you and who you might be interested in meeting back but that kinda info has a price. What kind of job I do have I dont know if your capable of handling, there is this little girl and she is possessed to hell and back with this vengeful evil fucking spirit, The guys I have sent have all gotten their hoops handed to them. Apparently as soon as they go astral the little girl just goes ape shit on them beats them up pretty good before anyone can get the mage out of there. The family is pretty well off so if could get the job done I'm sure it would make a very nice start up fund for Seattle for you. So what do you think, get back to me asap this little girl has been possessed for a few days now."

An exorcism. Fantastic. She mentally triggered the reply icon without a seconds hesitation.

Hi, Voodoo here. I can certainly have a look into it for you. I'll need some details, current location, current containment measures etc and you'll have to let the parents know I'm coming. Price will depend on the circumstances, I won't know until a get a look at the victim. Could be some sort of Bound Spirit, easily dealt with but it's summoner would have to be neutralized to prevent recurrence or perhaps some sort of Free Spirit is to blame which could be much more difficult to remove but is unlikely to recur. Like I said send me the details and I'll get right on it.

Hmm, perhaps a ritual circle would be useful here. She snapped her fingers and drew forth a watcher.

"Take this message to my Brother, wait for a reply and then return to me and deliver it."

Hi, bro. You'll be glad to hear I'm still breathing in and out. Made it to Seattle no problem and your fixer contact seems to be working out. He's got a possession for me but I've just got here so I've no lodge to work in. Do we have any members in Seattle with a lodge I can borrow or rent? I've got no cash, unless I can get an advance, but I've got plenty of reagents I collected en route here that I could trade. Sparky here will wait for your reply. Cheers, loveya.

"Perhaps a little advice would be in order."

Rising back into the Astral she reached down into L-space and drew forth the Librarian.

After a brief pause she felt a small leathery hand grasp hers.

"Oook?"

[Sir_Psycho]

Frangipani Towers, University District, Seattle - Friday, March 7th, 2070 - 8:15am
Astro

Oh god.

Astro's brain felt like jelly. And some-one had thrown a brick through it, and it was pouring down her chest. As she opened one eye, she watched the cracks dance across her ceiling like electric spiderweb, and immediately shut the eye as the sunlight pierced the flimsy curtains. what a burn. Shit.

After a quick diagnostic, Astro had isolated the cheap trip-chip code lingering in her sim module, and initiated a re-boot. Her hands rummaged through the clothes strewn across her floor, and she managed to find a black pair of wraparound shades. They almost made the burning light bearable, and she got up in search of coffee. She was only wearing a pair of tiny under-wear, but she had fallen asleep with her commlink holster strapped onto her naked chest. She grunted "need coffee" blearily before rolling off the mattress and onto the checkered linoleum, staggering across the one room studio apartment.

Mr. Joycaf (as she called her soya-goo dispenser) spewed forth a greyish liquid coffee substitute, with extra caffeine and Astro took a long gulp of the hot soy, the first of many caffeine hits of the day, before lying across her kitchen counter and mentally enabling her sim module. The hot VR rush woke her more than the coffee could, as she trawled for early morning pr0n and checked for messages. Her Mitsuhama Computer Technologies "Fly-Spy" alerted Astro it had finished recharging, subscribing itself to her unrecognizably modified Meta-link as Dirk Dragonfly. She gives it a quick mental command to leave it's charging dock, buzz out the window and relay to her what's happening out on the street, as the college kids will probably be staggering around for coffee and dragging themselves to school at this busy, and far too fucking early time of the morning.

[crizh]

MIT&T - New Years Day 2070 - 14:00

Voodoo

"Jayne, Jayne wake up!"

Cakewalk shook the young Elf, who eventually opened one bleary eye and stretched.

"Wha? Whatdjya wan?"

"You've been locked in this lab for too long. People are starting to worry about you. Come on get up, I've brought you breakfast"

He watched as his sister slowly sat up and dangled her legs over the edge of the uncomfortable looking bunk. He suppressed a laugh at the scarecrow image that his Ally planted in his mind when the young woman, ginger dread-locks sticking out at odd angles, yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. As she did so, her t-shirt rode up and he noticed, with some surprise, that she had recently had her navel pierced.

"It's 2pm, you know. Why are you still asleep?"

She cocked her head at him and scrunched up her face in confusion.

"It's winter dude. They last longer at night, so I work at night. Sheesh, I thought you were the smart one."

Cakewalk was a tall, handsome Elf with piercing blue eyes that mirrored the intellect behind them. His sister, on the other hand, was short, dumpy, ginger and intellectually mediocre, a fact that made him sad and proud in equal measure and that made her driven and resentfull. He sighed, turned and cleared a space on a relatively clear workbench, where he deposited the covered tray he had brought with him.

"I see, well, breakfast was the correct choice then. Come along, dig in, we have much to discuss."

Voodoo pulled on a tatty pair of big woolly socks to insulate her feet from the cold, tiled floor of the lab and stumbled over to the food her brother now uncovered with a flourish. She poured a cup of coffee from the cafetierre on the tray and dipped one of the hot croissants into it.

"Talk about what?" she said, tearing off a big chunk and chewing gracelessly.

He did not want to get in an argument about manners and so turned away from her.

"Your sabbatical."

"What bloody sabbatical?" she spluttered, little flakes of pastry landing on the back of her brothers jacket.

"Look whatever you're doing in here it has started to draw attention and 'we' have decided that your obsession is becoming unhealthy."

He raised a hand, gently, to her lips to silence the outburst.

"I love you very much and I admire your ambition but unless tempered with wisdom that ambition will be your undoing. You are neglecting your studies and the faculty has begun to take notice. You had the 'librarian' write your last term paper, didn't you?"

She nodded, dumbly.

Cakewalk grinned and continued "On the Theory and Practice of Geomancy. Oook. Q.E.D."

She laughed, she tried hard not to and did manage to look guilty.

"Why should I waste my time learning this stuff when I can just pluck it from the Akashic Record anytime I need it."

Indignant, he thought, hands on hips but feet turned in. She's defensive but she knows it's not right. He moved round behind her and tried to make some sense of her hair, bending it back into shape and tying it back for her.

"Look, I understand, I do. That paper nearly got you expelled for plagarism. If your tutor could track down the source, you would be gone already. I know what your doing in here is important to you but you need to slow down, smell the roses, you've got plenty of time remember."

"But I'm nearly done here" she pleaded, relaxing at the familiar feel of her brothers hands on her locks.

"And that's another thing. I don't know what your doing here but you've been at it for months now. The list of things you've requisitioned from me is highly suspicious and all I've gotten from you is a couple of dozen units of refined gold. You're cherry picking the work you do for the group and running an Orichalcum circulation in here."

He felt her heart rate jump and her breathing quicken. So she had thought she had hidden the pattern of metal radicals from him, silly girl.

"Not as dumb as you think I am, huh? You must have about half a dozen units by now.." he felt her heart rate jump again. How much of the magical metal could his neophyte sister have made in six months?

"Don't play me sister, how much?"

She shook him off, she looked nervous and slightly ashamed at getting caught. She opened a wooden cigar box on her desk.

It was Cakewalk's turn to have a heart-attack.

"Christ on a pogo stick girl! There must be thirty units there! Have you any idea how much money that's worth? You don't even have a mag-lock on the bloody door!"

She grinned. Damn! She got me. Super cool, social adept, wound up like a clockwork toy by his naif sister. He took a breath and a step back.

"Alright.... Uncle. You're one of the best Enchanters I know and your summoning skills are second to none. There, I said it, happy now? Ooof.."

He slowly peeled himself from the uncharacteristic bear hug he found himself in and bent to kiss her gently on the forehead. Tipping her chin up he gazed, kindly, into her jade green eyes.

"Dizzying heights are all well and good, sis, but you need breadth, a good foundation or you'll sink into the swamp my dear. You need to gain some skills that have nothing to do with magic, immortality and your insatiable lust for power."

She grinned again. Good.

"So you're going to finish what you're doing here by the end of this week, before term starts up again. Then you're going to quietly take a sabbatical to Seattle for a bit, we have some members at Seattle U who can keep an eye on you and I have a friend there who can help you get a broader education, so to speak. You can run the shadows for a while. That ought to give you a better appreciation of what is truly important in life."

That got her attention. Many of her bed time stories as a child had been carefully redacted versions of his own exploits and the only entertainment he knew she enjoyed was jacking Shadowrun simchips. Wait...

"What exactly are you doing in here anyway?"

There was a tri-d projector on the desk next to the cigar box. She reached over and flipped it on.

"Your piercing?"

She hit another switch and the hologram of the tiny piece of body jewellry that hung, massively enlarged, in the air between them, exploded into a massive and complex focus formula.

"Jumpin' Jehosephat! It's huge! You'll be able to double your Mana-flow with that thing. Fuck. You know, I was worrying about your safety out there in the Shadows. Now I'm worried about the Shadows."

"Cool, huh? Wait till you see what else I have planned. You can stop schmoozing me now, you bloody kinesic. I don't know why you bothered, you knew I'd jump at this. There's one condition, though, I decide how I travel."

"Plane, train, sub-orbital, it doesn't matter, I can organise whatever you want.

"No, silly" she grinned. Bending down behind the desk she came back up brandishing a pair of roller-blades....

[Tobias]

Abandoned Factory, Seattle – Friday, March 7th, 2070 – 19:32
Stormcrow

Stormcrow looked over the scene running his senses over the entirety of things. He gave a small smile and a nod when asked about his name.

“You must be my contact… How are we going to do this?�

[crizh]

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[Abbandon]

Frangipani Towers, University District, Seattle - Friday, March 7th, 2070 - 8:15am
Astro

Dirk Dragonfly the little bug drone lifted off and headed for the window with only a slight whurring noise that were its mechanicaly wings flapping. As Astro sat nearly naked in her freezing cold apartment and enjoyed her nice hot morning coffee the drone relay only stragglers running for class dressed up in warm winter clothing even though it was March and hopefully the weather would be warming up any week now. Then the feed from Dirk cut out and the little window that had been relaying the images of this mornings activity was filled with static. A few moment later and Dirk flew back in through the window and landed right in front of Astro and then shut off.

Not understanding what the hell had just happened Astro commanded the drone to turn back on and was viewing its node in AR. The normal persona of the drones node of a dragonfly was now belly up with X's for eyes and a sign sticking out of it that read "U R 0wn3d, Cr1ms0nCl4sh3r", the background of the sign showed a humanoid shaped person in urban combat armor that pulses in color from dark red to bright neon red with one foot on the drones belly up persona and big spiked bat resting held in one hand resting on the guy's shoulder. His other hand was giving a thumb's up gesture.

Abandoned Factory, Seattle – Friday, March 7th, 2070 – 19:32
Stormcrow

"We are gonna wait here while YOU go in and clear out the factory. What kind of gear do you got? I dont know what you were told son but these ghouls are arent your average fucked up flesh eating genetic screw ups. Well I guess I should say the one we want isnt. One of the ghouls in here is inhabited...you know what that means? That means it harder than fuck to put down. We would like to capture it alive but do what you have to do, of course if you do take it alive there will be a huge bonus in it for you. This guy has been holed up here for a couple of days now and he probably has some friends by now, they will just be the regular variety though. So let see what your packing and get you sqaured away with some gear if you need it and then you can have some fun."

[Fuchs]

Tacoma, Seattle Friday, March 7th, 2070, 13:52
Stray

The man with the knife took the bag straight into the face, getting stunned for a second, the barrel probably hit his nose.

Lucky!

The man she was aiming for attacked now, but she defelcted his swing. She was used to sparring with a troll. Then the one with the baton swung at her, but she ducked beneath it, letting it pass over her head as she rolled away as if she was doing a breakdance routine on a dance floor, then jumped up and kicked out with her right leg, her boot landing straight in her opponent’s stomach, knocking the air out of him, and causing him to fall down, hard.

Strike! He’ll not get up quickly!

The young woman spun around, looking her remaining two enemies over. The knife-wielder seemed still a bit out, but the man with the baton was coming at her. Gritting her teeth, Stray dropped in a more defensive stance. She bared her teeth at the two men in a feral grin, her left hand making a “come one, attack me� movement.

Yeah! Come get some!

Stray was already shifting her weight, getting ready to cartwheel away, maybe jump on top of the hood of the car of her opponents.

[quentra]

Gorky Park, Tacoma, Seattle- March 7th, 2070 -1024
Qventra

Qventra stepped into the bar, mentally switching off the AR overlay. He looked around the run down place, a typical dive bar now that he could see it in reality. He headed to the bar, ignoring the odd looks he got on the way. He ordered a beer, taking swigs out of his flask. His mind was in its usual half sober, half drunk state as he scanned the local nodes for jobs that would spark his adrenaline.

[Tobias]

Abandoned Factory, Seattle – Friday, March 7th, 2070 – 19:32
Stormcrow

“Predator 4 Silenced, got clips of stick-n-shock, gels and regs, probably going to stick with the stick-n-shocks. I’ve also got a Yamaha pulsar, standard setup, an armoured camouflage suit plus a standard issue survival knife. I also have a pair of plasti-steel restraints. The other ghouls, they okay to kill? What type of gear you offering?�

Stormcrow grinning slightly at the last question.