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

[crizh]

--Friday April 12th, 2070 at 0039 - Eagledale, Bainbridge Island, Seattle--

<<Teamchat>>

If we are going back to Dante's maybe we should get eyes on the place. Truth, could you divert that roto-drone to keep an eye on the club? Things have gone pretty well, it would be a shame to get double crossed now.

[DWC]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

<<�The roto is on recall and will be unreachable for almost an hour, but I’m bringing both shooters. Their eyes aren’t quite as sharp, they’re just as invisible.�>>

Satisfied that all hell is not in fact about to break loose on the island, Truth slides his consciousness back into the skulking law enforcement drone perched on the Eagledale roof. He slowly turns up the antenna’s power in synch with the helicopter’s electric motor. As the rotors reach speed, the gecko tips release and he gingerly lifts off from the roof.

The nose pitches up as he backs the helicopter over the peak of the roof before ducking behind the west side of the building. After a quick glance around to make sure no one is watching, his chameleonic skin shifts to Lone Star’s livery and he drifts out onto Parfitt Way, headed east to Madison Avenue.

At the corner, he swings north over a passing group of wandering drunks. After a few blocks, he makes a hard banking right onto Winslow Way, redlines the engine and sprints east towards the Sound. After thirty seconds, he enters the Eagle Harbor ferry terminal parking lot, zipping under the old Welcome sign, before climbing to cross Puget Sound.

Once he’s out of sight of the shore, the drone’s skin shifts back to its’ matte blue-black and speeds towards the lights of Downtown, only tangentially aware of the green triangle in the corner of his vison representing the speedboat crossing the water.

<<�By the way, anyone need a lift to the club?�>>

[Shalimar]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Puget Sound Docks, Seattle--

<<Johnson Chat>>
<<An hour should be more than enough time. We'll see you then.>>

<<Team Chat>>
<<Its happening in Dante's I doubt this guy would want to frag with Dante or do anything in such a relatively crowded place. Besides He's already calling Ochir to transfer final payment its not like he'd give up an extra 400k for no reason...or would he? I'm not too worried there are 11 of us and at the moment the mojo slingers are packing a lot of extra heat in the form of spirits.>>

[Little Johnson]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Puget Sound Docks, Seattle--

<<Johnson Chat>>


<<Team Chat>>
<<I agree it should be safe enough, It wont stop me from packing my mossburg but i still think we will be ok.>>

[crizh]

--Friday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 - Eagledale, Bainbridge Island, Seattle--

<<Teamchat>>

I don't know, from the sounds of it this paydata is data with a capital PAY. The cost of nuking the site from orbit might be less than the value of the data. That would be very bad for us.

DD, let me have a copy of the encrypted data and I'll set up some insurance on the way to the meet. Anybody got any blank RFID tags?

[Little Johnson]

--Friday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 - Eagledale, Bainbridge Island, Seattle--

<<Teamchat>>

I have a Tag cleaner i can erace a cpl for you and you can put what you want on them.

[DWC]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0040 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

The helicopter zips over the waves, images from the pickup’s cameras filling AR windows in Truth’s peripheral vision, along with audio and video from the simrigs feeding the network, and his own cybereyes.

<<�I’ve got plenty of blank tags. But something else just occurred to me. Why the hell would we go in there? Ochir’s got our cash, and we can dead drop the data someplace for him to collect it. I’ve got no problem with flying overwatch outside if you all want to sit down across the table from this guy and risk getting killed, but since I’m a liability in a scenario like that, I’m at a loss for why I shouldn’t leave the data stashed, get in my truck and drive directly to Vancouver.�>>

[crizh]

--Friday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 - Eagledale, Bainbridge Island, Seattle--

<<Teamchat>>


I agree, no need for everyone to risk their necks. Perhaps one Face and a couple of bodyguards should meet with Mr J for politeness' sake. The rest of us should go to ground.

Jake should do the Face work and Ralph was pretty good at seeing through all the BS earlier. Perhaps Etoile should go too as muscle?

[Fuchs]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

Team Chat:
<<We could just have an AR meeting there, using cold sim it should be safe.>>

[DWC]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

Temporarily distracted, Truth jumps out of the drone helicopter, orders it to fly back to his truck, and begins digging through the matrix maniacally.

[ Spoiler ]

Hunting for an AR plan (+4 to Threshold) for adding an Improved Range Finder modification to an Ares MP-LMG
Extended Browse+Data Search (10+4, 1 minute)
Browse(5)+Data Search(4)+Hot VR(2)+Encephalon(2)
13d6.hits(5)=3
13d6.hits(5)=5
13d6.hits(5)=3
13d6.hits(5)=8

Hunting for an AR plan (+4 to Threshold) for adding an Improved Sensor Array modification to an LEBD-1
Extended Browse+Data Search (8+4, 1 minute)
13d6.hits(5)=2
13d6.hits(5)=3
13d6.hits(5)=7

Having located the pair of plans he needs, what will they end up costing? Arsenal has very straight forward rules for finding plans, then goes on to list their costs as gamemaster’s discretion.

[Shalimar]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 ��" Puget Sound, Seattle--

Team Chat:
<<He did already set up a physical meet at Dante's and no one wants to Screw with Dante, it would put the message out to the shadow community, and maybe the public depending on how messy. I made the deal so I'll go to the meet. I think we should all be there since it was part of the deal we made the guy. He's played us straight so far and I do not want to double cross a Drake, especially if he might be working for a Dragon.>>

[Oenone]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0042 – Car driving away from Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

Team Chat - Encrypted <<I can't take weapons into the meet, so perhaps I am not suited to being muscle. Unless razors will be able to seriously 'arm a drake? Speaking of which, what do we even know about those things? They are dangerous, no?>>

[DWC]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

Still deep in his frenetic search for automatic weapon schematics, Truth voices his change of heart.

<<"Eh. Screw it. It's only four blocks away, and if anyone is going to kill us, it's going to be the UCAS Army, not the Johnson. Besides, I could use a drink.">>

[Coldhand Jake]

<<"DD, delete your copy of the paydata. So that we are sure we get what we want, before they get what they want. One copy's all we need, we're not going to go spreading this shit around, right?">>

[Fuchs]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 – Puget Sound, Seattle--

Team Chat Channel:
<<Ok, Jake.>>

DD deletes the data. The young woman is torn between excitment at the run and the stakes, and fear of possible consequences - and of course, the lure of the nuyen.

If we're going to Dante's, then I'll need to check my appearance...

DD checks her outfit for spots, stains, or other blemishes.

[Shalimar]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 Puget Sound, Seattle--

<<Team Chat Channel>>
<<Ok, Jake. I take it this means we are all going in?>>

Charlie nods to herself and then changes her all black outfit into a trendy clubbing one with a green silk top, leather pants, and nice snug jacket. She also changes her appearance back to what it had been for the initial meeting, red hair, sem-proffesional looking glasses,etc.

[ Spoiler ]

buying two success on make over and fasion, no rolls needed, no drain

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0126 Dante's, Seattle--

<<Team Channel>>
<<Ok guys, lets get this done and get our nuyen. I've got some big plans for my 40,000.>>

[Tarantula]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0042 Puget Sound Docks, Seattle--

<<Team Chat>>
<<Well, now that thats decided, lets go thank our J for giving us his money.>>

[crizh]

--Friday April 12th, 2070 at 0041 - Eagledale, Bainbridge Island, Seattle--

<<Teamchat>>

Wait, are you suggesting we don't even keep a copy as insurance?

We can't use it , sure, but it guarantees our safety until his product is safely on the market. After that we no longer represent a threat and the data becomes worthless. His competitors will have reversed engineered it within six months but by that time he's cornered the market and made his millions.

Even then we can't sell it to the corps, they won't need it and it'll just get us killed. On the other hand the naked nano-specs will be worth a fortune in the shadows.

[Oenone]

--Saturday April 12th, 2070 at 0042 – Car driving away from Wanda’s Witchery, Renton, Seattle--

Team Chat - Encrypted <<Gecko is right, it would be foolish to leave ourselves without proper insurance. We should not take a copy into the meet, but we need a way to ensure 'e is going to stay friendly.>>

[bmcoomes]

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle--

<<Incoming Text>>
<<Ochir_Sacred_Arrow>>
<<Hay I got the word for Mr. J to pay you guys. I made the call, please double check your accounts so I know I didn't miss anyone.>>

And you may have thought that Dante's was packed and busy the other night. Man, you had no idea they couple pack so many people in. The line to get in is now twice along, and security is even tighter then Thursday night with four trolls and four orks running the door. Again you come right to the door double checking the list and they give you a good look over before let you in. You walk into the building and are instanly spammed with people hitting on you and propositions that they would not kiss there mom with that mouth.

You progress down into hell again to said room. Inside there stands Mr. Johnson in his brilliant white suit and a smile on his face.

With everyone here Mr. Johnson starts
Thank you, you guys do good work. You have my data don't you? as he sets his commlink on the table. Good, looks like it's all there and the other asset I heard has been taken care of. I've already talked to Ochir and you payment should already be in your accounts. With all that out of the way, do any of you have questions or anything else you need? Oh, I hope that our professional work can continue in the future. Please if you have any copies I hope you have been given ample reason to hold it in our best interests I would hate our professional relationship be destroyed over something trivial.

[Shalimar]

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle--

<<Text to Ochir_Sacred_Arrow>>
<<Looks good Ochir, if you have anything in the future don't hesitate to send it my way I enjoyed working with you on this.>>

Charlie presses through the bustle of the club trying to get to the backroom but she isn't quite successful she is too slight, and too pretty to make it through unhassled so instead relies on Jake, using him as a blocker. Once she gets into the room she smiles at the Johnson and waits for the others to arrive before she starts to speak.

"I think that I can speak for all of us in saying that we would do nothing to jepordize such a profitable relationship. We've already been contacted by Ochir and everything is in order. If you ever need something also accomplished pleased don't hesitate to contact us."

[DWC]

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle—

The black work truck pulls up to the front door, past the long line of annoyed stares. Jaws drop and teeth gnash at Truth’s dingy jeans, sweaty t-shirt, and haphazard spiked hair. A few aspiring patrons catch sight of the Predator on the dashboard and start to whisper, especially when he walks right up to the front door of Dante’s, says he’s expected, and gets let in.

Being famous is a pain in the ass. Being important rules.

Truth slides through the lecherous, intoxicated crowd, his body shaking slightly after the hours of neural overstimulation. Just the same, he tunes in the club’s matrix feed, sets the neon green irises of his replacement eyes to pulse to the beat, collects a bottle of premium vodka from the bar, and makes his way to the meeting.

The decoy commlink’s is rapidly overwhelmed with indecent, incoming messages, and, once inside the sub basement conference room, and the scrawny, dingy hacker amuses himself by alternating between reading them and putting together the rest of his spare parts list while the Johnson talks.

When the talk of work is done, he offers the bottle of Norwegian spirits around.

“It’s been fun. Who’s ready to celebrate?�

[Oenone]

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle—

Still running with her Move By Wire cranked up to full Etoile glides through the crowded club, slipping between gaps before the people around her are even aware they exist.

Her general lousy mood at the no guns policy combined with the spam result in a few less than polite incentives to be left alone, usually in the form of an 'accidental stomp on toes' or a 'highly unfortunate elbow in the side'. Thankfully, nerves calmed after the nights wetwork, she manages to keep herself from causing any serious harm.

Team Chat - Encrypted <<I do so 'ate crowds.>>

She lurks at the back of the meeting while Mr Johnson does his post mission talk, following her skillsoft prompts to nod and smile in the right places to show she's still paying attention.

“It 'as indeed and I suppose I could delay my plans for new eyes long enough for a few drinks.�

[Fuchs]

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle—

DD basks in the attention they get upon arriving at Dante's Inferno - both from the ones waiting in line and from the ones inside. Dressed in her jumpsuit, she does her best to emphasize the suits hint at being a dangerous shadowrunner, to cover for its less than fashionable cut. Her spam filter handles the proposals, adding some to her "To look over at a later date" file according to the whim of her agent.

Too bad we don't have P2.0 here, that would boost my rating for sure...

DD can't help being nervous during the meeting - this is the point where the double cross usually happens.

I wish I had some eX... I'll have to get some after this...

When the debriefing is over, DD jumps at the proposal of a celebration.

Of'course!

[Shalimar]

--Saturday April 13th, 2070 at 0145 - Dante's Inferno, Seattle—

After the debreifing was over and she and the other runners were alone Charlie sagged back into a chair just thinking about all the possibilities for what she could do with the 40,000 nuyen. The money would go a long way towards her studies, and they definitely weren't cheap. She'd also put some of it toward the equipment she would need to stay in the shadows, but the rest of it...the rest of it was for fun since she'd be moving in with the Havel's that totally cut down on costs and she'd handle the rent with a few days a month of magical consulting... so she could splurge with 5k and still be putting a few more grand in the bank.

"Yea, definitely I'm so up for spending some of that cash!" Charlie says excitedly almost bouncing with excitement at the prospect of all the fun she'd be able to have with that much cash.