IC: Phoenix Rising, In Character thread for the campiagn. Options

[Fuchs]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1000 - Matrix, inside University of Seattle, Seattle--

DD runs matrix overwatch of Gecko's and Ralph's commlinks, and samples some of the ads inside the university node - trends might be surfacing here. Gecko's question drags her attention away from the movie clips from the last party and their interesting revelations about a student and her professor.

Channel1-Encrypted:
<<If you front the bill, those softs are not free... >>

DD sends Gecko a cliff note "cheat" file of the lecture instead.

That should be enough, if I remember my own time at school...

[DWC]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 0035 - Dante's Inferno, Downtown, Seattle--

An internal beep alarts Truth that his incoming weapon platform has descended to transmission height. Continuing to monitor the doctor's commlink's motion, he redirects it north, towards Puget Sound, still listening in on the wireless traffic in her PAN, and tracking her progress.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 0055 - Dante's Inferno, Downtown, Seattle--

Another internal beep informs Truth that it's time to be going. He extricates himself from the chair, and swaggers his way through the throng of party goers, still watching the helicopter's flight in AR. Outside, he climbs into his truck and hits the road for home.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 0245 - The Matrix, Downtown, Seattle--

I thought she was going to be up forever.

The light goes out, then a few minutes later, all activity stops in the Doctor's home.

The helicopter loiters for a few more minutes, as Truth observes the neighborhood for foot traffic.

[ Spoiler ]

Sensors+Perception+Attention Coprocessor 9d6.hits(5)=2

Satisfied, he pulls back to Captain's Chair mode, orders the dron'e dogbrain to return home, while he scans the recording.

It begins with the little black helicopter dipping in low over Salmon Bay, then turns west, headed towards the locks. As it approaches the predicted contact point, it pops up to 600 meters, and overflies the nondescript utility boat, then swings around and shadows the boat to a dock at the intersection of Brooklyn Avenue and Boat Street. The Doctor steps off the boat, leaving the soldier piloting it aboard, and walks north, alone. It tracks her route, overlaying a map of Seattle, before arriving at her home. She putters around for a few hours, before going to sleep.

She must be pretty well watched over if she's walking home at 1am...

[Tarantula]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1000 - University of Seattle, Seattle--

Ralph looks up at the teacher. "I was told by the scheduling office to come sit in on one of your classes, but I think its a bit over my head. I think I'll go talk to them and see if theres a lower level course I could take."

Ralph stands up to head for the door.

Mentally, Ralph composes a text to the team.

<<Guys, its a good thing we checked her out, from what I can tell, she has some cyberware (Commlink -headware, Attention Coprocessor, datajack, encephalon, math spu, control rig), is weak magically (rating 1), and she has some Bioware (Sleep regulator, Mnemonic Enhancer) in addition to a force 6 fire elemental bound to her. Which happened to notice me taking a look, I'm working on getting out now.>>

[Fuchs]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1000 - Matrix, inside University of Seattle, Seattle--

DD curses upon hearing the news from Ralph.

The "not enough info, it's a trap" episode shouldn't be in the pilot!

Channel-1 Encrypted:
<<So far your commlink is safe... no probing attempts detected... system looks normal too...>>

DD takes a closer look at the node.

[ Spoiler ]

Matrix Perception check (10d6.hits(5)=(IMG:style_emoticons/default/cool.gif)

[bmcoomes]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1000 - University of Seattle, Seattle--

OK, I'd hurry my lower level class is almost full. Have a nice day.

Dr. Cummings watchs the stranger walk out.

Now ware was I?

[Zaranthan]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 0030 - Dante's Inferno, Downtown, Seattle--

Dancing Eyes finishes his meal and rises from his seat. "Everything is in readyness for now. I must rest, and prepare myself for my journey to the spirit world. I will page all of you after sundown, once I have performed the necessary tasks and recovered my energies." He removes his sunglasses long enough to make eye contact with everyone, then departs.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 0130 - Laistro's Coffin Motel, Snohomish, Seattle--

Dancing Eyes settled into his bunk, his belongings neatly arranged in the corner by his head, his electronics daisy-chained to the single power point, and his revolver in his hand, unloaded. He preferred to keep a low profile, and Laistro's automated rental system asked no questions at all. It didn't even ask for payment. If you didn't pay, the door simply wouldn't unlock to let you out. Dancing Eyes didn't think he would have that problem anytime soon, even if he never saw any of his new acquaintances again. Of course, if he did that he would have all sorts of other problems much sooner, but it was still an amusing thought to dismiss. He slipped into a light, but dreamless sleep.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1000 - Laistro's Coffin Motel, Snohomish, Seattle--

>>Incoming Message<<

Tick-Tock fed the message to his news ticker to avoid covering any of the seventeen video feeds he had running. He had spent HOURS out of touch last night, and he wasn't about to get even further behind on the local happenings just because someone wanted to chat. His virtual eye scanned Ralph's words quickly while he was toggling several windows to fresh feeds. What a fool to destroy her talents with machines. She could have been a powerful shaman had she not tortured her body with all her precious toys. He composed a response, pausing frequently to continue his search for the names of the victims in a bus crash. Knowledge is power, after all.

<<Interesting. Her artificial flesh means she cannot possibly have bonded such a powerful spirit herself, but the fact that she hangs onto a scrap of mana tells me she is highly capable. She has squandered her gifts, and I no longer have any desire to suffer such a fool. If she has such protection, I may be better qualified to accompany the assassination team.>>

[Shalimar]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 0045 - Dante's, Seattle--

After the meeting broke up Charlie had placed a comm call to Ochir asking about smugglers in the area. She offered him a 1k finder's fee to handle the legwork of getting a smuggler to ferry the data steal team to the Island and back again. With the time restriction the Johnson wanted, she put the payment for the smuggler on the high side, not that she knew what was high or not, 4k for the job. It was half of what was on her credstick for the advance, but she'd make up for it with the final payout after exenses were figured. She also let Ochir know to expect a call from the Johnson about setting up a fund for final payment.

After that call, she sent a message to Mike telling him she'd be busy and most likely miss the Esbet, but that she'd thought about his other offer, and would take him up on it. She'd move at the end of the month though once things had calmed down, and her dad's lease on the town house was up. Another call, this time from her own Commlink, and the car service would send a car to pick her up from Dante's.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1000 Bellevue, Seattle--

<<Chat>>
<<That definitely changes things a bit, we'll have to discuss it when we meet up at Nyen Lang at 4 to do the rest of our planning. I've gotten us a smuggler with tricked out speed boat to get us to and from the Island, so that at least is handled.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1600 Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Charlie was the first one to arrive at the resturant for the meet this time, and so she was the one that paid the fee for the room, but it was only minimal considering they'd need to be gone in a few hours so that the magical members of the team could do their summoning, and they'd all have to pick up their gear. It put them on the clock. 2-3 hours to plan, then 4 hours to pull of the mojo and gather the rest of the gear, and then it was show time.

[bmcoomes]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1600 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Riptide pulls into the parking lot of Nyen Lang and walked into the restaurant. Heading into the backroom seeing only a young woman sitting there, he looks around with a confused look on his face.

Hello, Ochir sent me here said there was some work. Am I in the right place?

[Shalimar]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1600 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Charlie looks at Riptide (Neptune?), and smiles. "You are in the right place. The rest of the team should be arriving shortly. Ochir should have given you most of the information on the job, we are meeting now to plan out the details of when. Once we have the time you'll be able to head out to get your boat ready. Your job tonight is to take a group of people over to Bainbrige Island, and then get us back when we've done what we went there to do. We'll provide some magical concealment for the boat to make things easier, and we'll be able to give you a speed boost if its needed on the way back. As Ochir will have told you, you'll be paid 4k for your efforts tonight."

[bmcoomes]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1600 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

"Good you had me worried for a second. Yes he did, that sound about right. 4K should be enough if it's as smooth as you make it out to be. Having some spirits pulling support should tip things in our favor even more."

[Fuchs]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1600 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

DD walks in the room in the back of Nyen Lang, wearing the dress from the day before. She greets Charlie, then glances at the other man in the room.

Ah, the rigger... or is that keelman?

Putting on her best smile, she greets him.

"''ello! I am DD!"

[DWC]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1300 - Snohomish, Seattle--

"Yeah. I'm looking for processor upgrade hardware. My software is starting to chug, and I've got a few dog brains and a commlink I want to beef up. There's some other stuff, but I'll worry about that later."

[ Spoiler ]

Truth puts in a call to his fixer/arms dealer, Rocko, looking for the components to upgrade his commlink, and 2 drones to Response6.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1500 - Snohomish, Seattle--

With a bit of effort, the Rotodrone is loaded into its' rack, along with the pair of modified law enforcement drones. The surveillance microdrones disappear into a compartment in his forearm. Both machineguns have been stripped completely, cleaned thoroughly, and reassembled. All five drones have been checked out twice. He throws on his armored vest, a black t-shirt and what might or might not be the same jeans from yesterday.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1600 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Truth strolls in, splitting his attention between reviewing his wireless intercepts, the recording of the doctor's trip home, and speculation about the latest goblin rocker arrested for public intoxication and urination.

"Afternoon, girls."

He nods to the smuggler.

"Truth."

After his one word introduction, he flops into a chair, absentmindedly flexing his mechanical fingers, and returns to looking over the route that the target took in her stroll home.

[Tarantula]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1000 - University of Seattle, Seattle--

After making his way out the door Ralph lets a small sigh of relief out.
Whew, that was almost too close.

He sends out a text to reassure everyone once hes out, <<I got out just fine. As far as I can tell she isn't suspicious. Gecko's still in there, see you guys later tonight.>>

[crizh]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1000 - University of Seattle, Seattle--

That was a bit hairy for a second. The cyberware might come in handy though. He mentally directs his Radio Signal Scanner into action.

<<Channel1-Encrypted>>

Hey DD, what's the betting that implanted comm-link is not the one that is publicly listed for her? Here, I'm forwarding the feed from my Radio Scanner, any chance you could pick out the node and it's AccessID?

The young ork continued to monitor the feed from the 'cyberware scanner' noting who else in the room had interesting implants and recording any public AccessID's.

There was a slim chance that an active sensor like his Ultrawideband RADAR could be detected so waited for the end of the lecture and the Doctor to leave before he deployed it. Once she was on the other side of the door and the students had started to leave nobody would be able to tell where the signal originated from in all that chaos.

A door or a couple of feet of brick or concrete wouldn't protect her or any potential bodyguards from the penetrating gaze of the RADAR.

[Coldhand Jake]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1605 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Jake comes in, dressed more as he usually does on the job, programmable jeans(tight with the words BAD MAN written down the legs), black tee with "I eat pussies like you for breakfast." on it, combat boots, RUDE BOYZ armored jacket, shock gloves, and a degree of irritated attitude. He comes in, grabs a seat, processing run plans, and filtering everything from this morning's research dive. He orders heavy, mixed chicken and beef, and the strongest soda they sell legally in Seattle. Looking at the girls, he uses the papertrail from their visit last night to move the bill for what they order today to his account. He then settles in with a graphics editor to start modding the TacCom for the job ahead.
(Reality Filter 6+Edit 6+Software 2, just getting the school maps and everything into the database so we don't have to worry about it looking for as many patches online in midcombat. Anyone assensing him can tell he's not sleeping enough.)

<<Teamchat>>
<<Truth, Ralph, time to compare notes, I think. I'm going to feed some maps and strategic overlays into the TacCom, and I want your input as you've done our best surveillance.>>

He nods to Charlie and DD, and sets a simple alarm in his head for if his cyberear hears either of them say his name. (Select Sound Filter + Browse).

[Fuchs]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1000 - University of Seattle, Seattle--

DD gets Gecko's request, and takes a closer look at the presumably hidden node.


Channel1-Encrypted
<<Ok... let me see what I can turn up...>>

[ Spoiler ]

Scanning for the implanted commlink (assumed to be in hidden mode) (12d6.hits(5)=6)
Scanning for the implanted commlink (assumed to be in hidden mode) (12d6.hits(5)=6)

Finding the node didn't take much, and DD gives in to temptation, and tries to hack her way in.

If I can plant a back door into the node then that should give us a big advantage...

[ Spoiler ]

Stealth-5
Trying to hack the commlink of the target (14d6.hits(5)=6)
Trying to hack the commlink of the target (14d6.hits(5)=7)

If this gets DD in then she clears the security log of her actions, and plants a back door into the system so she can later access it without hacking.

Locating the security logs (10d6.hits(5)=3)

Editing herself an access ID (Hacking5, Edit5, VR +2) (12d6.hits(5)=2)
Editing herself an access ID (Hacking5, Edit5, VR +2) (12d6.hits(5)=4)

[DWC]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1605 - Nyen Lang, Seattle—

Truth leaps up out of his seat and begins pacing laps around the room as he talks.

“As I said before, she’s got an internal commlink and was wearing an external biomonitor. Any internals had their wireless disabled. Her commlink is slaved to an external node, most likely a security node at the facility. I didn’t want to give myself away by trying to get in, since my hacking skills aren’t where they’d need to be for me to risk blowing the job by hitting her node. A line soldier driving an old GMC Outrunner shuttled her back from the island after midnight. The boat has no node of its’ own. They were in the channel, passing Ballard before I got a drone overhead, so I don’t have video of her Sound crossing, or of how busy the dock she left from was, but tracking her commlink back to the dock is pretty easy, and from there it’s just finding a camera to hack.�

The snooping hacker pulls up several pictures of the boat, in Salmon Bay, and the Ballard Lock, and at a dock on Boat Road, along with a map of her neighborhood. Several areas on the plot of the boat’s path and her walking path are highlighted.

“Once she arrived at the dock at Brooklyn and Boat, she disembarked by herself and walked home. I’ve outlined her route and marked the places I’d feel most comfortable with attacking. I didn’t see any sort of air cover for her, but I’m pretty sure no one spotted me either. The first shot will be clean, but from there, her security might or might not be on station to ambush us back.�

He pulls up numerous photos of her walking the streets on the way home, and a few video clips of her.

“I’ve got the entire video of her walk home, along with the hour that she puttered around the house before she went to bed. For some reason, I didn’t record the last part. Not really sure why. Considering that I might be blasting her into hamburger, invading her privacy by filming her in the shower should be pretty minor.�

[Coldhand Jake]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1605 - Nyen Lang, Seattle—

Jake nods.

<<Gentleman at heart. I understand, I'm one myself. Anyway, this looks good, I don't see any problem with your execution. I'll add this data into my workup, see if I can fine-tune your TacCom system for this.>>

[Coldhand Jake]

(Double...sorry)

[Shalimar]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1605 - Nyen Lang, Seattle—

As the others trickle in Charlie waits, deciding she'd introduce Riptide once most of the group had arrived. "Ok Jake, Truth, DD, everyone...this is Riptide, he's the smuggler thats going to be getting us to Bainbridge Island tonight." Charlie told the runners.

"Riptide, are there any problems you would run into trying to get us to the Island if we planned our arrival for midnight? Any extra patrols in the water around thenthat you'd have to avoid or something?"

<<Truth, at what time did she hit land last night? Maybe we can use that as our window for the data steal...You and Noowan can hit the boat with Drones and Spirits before it comes in, with Etoile and Winston waiting in case she makes it to the docks. It would be pretty hard for anyone to support her if she's in the middle of the sound...plus that Fire Elemental would be in a bad spot with all that water around.>>

<<I think our window for the data steal is when she leaves at 12:00. Then the hit team does their thing before she hits land, by which time she should be at least mosty done if not on our way out. If we aren't we wave the hit team off and they stay with her until she gets home and then they handle things there. DD can stay on her in the matrix and prevent her from getting any warnings.>>

<<If that sounds good, we can give Riptide his marching orders so he can go ready his boat. It also gets him out for when we want to do the rest of the planning. Planning he doesn't need to know about>>

[bmcoomes]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1605 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

"Hello, everyone. No I don't foresee any trouble, I've only been seeing the normal patrols all this week. My boat is plenty big for most of you to fit and not scuttle the boat. I also have a heavy hitter if that needs to come into play."

[Coldhand Jake]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1605 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

"Any problems with dropping us off at the old Ferry docks at Hwy 305?"

[bmcoomes]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1605 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

"Nope, that sounds just fine."

[Oenone]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1608 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Arriving slightly late, after a long night spent checking every part of her new AK carbine, Etoile prowls into the back room of Nyen Lang, giving the bouncer an unconvincing smile. The smell of gun oil clings to her, barely masked by some of a French perfume which was in several months ago.

With a nod at the others she sits down, paying close attention to her etiquette skillsoft prompts.

"I 'ope you 'ave all been well?"

[DWC]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1608 - Nyen Lang, Seattle—

“Shooting her is business. Taking oopsie upskirt pictures or video of her in the shower would be personal, unless of course I was planning to sell them, and I quit that job. I wouldn’t say I’m a gentleman. I’m just not a creep.�

Truth winds back the video of the end of the boat trip to check the timestamp, and broadcasts the image to anyone in the network.

[ Spoiler ]

What time was it when she got to the docks last night?

“The boat didn’t have any sort of wireless accessible node, so I couldn’t get at the navigational logs to see what the times for the last few weeks looked like, so we have to assume this was typical. It certainly matches her schedule for today. That reminds me, I should see where she is right now.�

The map of the city surges into Truth’s field of vision as drops into a chair to look for the doctor’s commlink.

[ Spoiler ]

Has she broken her matrix connection since the trace last night? If not, where is she now?
If so, Truth switches to Hot VR and starts a fresh trace.
Extended Computers+Track (10, 1 pass)
Pass 1 13d6.hits(5)=5
Pass 2 13d6.hits(5)=5

And yeah, I fully expect to wind up with a Hot Sim addiction at some point (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif)