 2072: Game World, IC thread for 2072: Recruitment always open! |
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 Aug 17 2013, 01:18 AM
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Moving Target  Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960  |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Banjo’s node, 39th Ave SW, south of the Fre∑dom Mall, Puyallup Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Hidden; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1) [ Spoiler ] Sprogget’s hope dies hearing Cam’s reluctant confirmation that he has no information to contradict the conclusions. But his gut (and other parts) really clench hearing what is being asked. He is speechless for several seconds. @Cam[Sprogget]: <<Eyes yes, but do they need to be initially living, meat eyes? I’d like to get some confirmation of assumptions, and if lucky some extra information by sending the spirits out before hanging our hoops in that particular breeze. Oyl could do that, if the clinic has slowed down some, but {warningly} you better have some backup support for her in case I am right. This is not like doing the eye in the sky from a relatively safe distance.>> Figuring that he has all of the information that Banjo can provide at the moment, Sprogget switches to the monocycle node. September 1, 2072 22:xx; DR’s node, near Underworld 93, south of the Fre∑dom Mall, Puyallup @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<Change of plans. No more sensor placement stuff.>> @self:Not that we really got that started anyway. @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<My supposition has been given enough credence by Mechanicals security office, that they want us to have a look at what is happening back at the mall. Crow, focus on getting info that might give us an idea of what to expect over there. I’d much rather confirm and fill in the blanks, than discover it just before the tank rolls over us. I already know that wireless is going to be useless if we get very close. No tacnet, no live drone sensors.>> @self:At least for you. With the ECCM, I might be able to hold a smaller tacnet a bit longer. @Cam[Sprogget]: <<I have a bit of skill getting around unnoticed, but have never had to use it against alert security. The others with me are likely better. I’ve spent too much of my time in the bowels of gear. You should already know that from the foot patrol after action reports. I’m probably not supposed to see those, but I do get around in most of the tribe nodes one time or another. Surprising what some people will leave around in a working copy, when they are so careful to encrypt the final version. Not that the encryption would keep me out long if I really want in, even if the gear is my main interest.>> @self:This storm is seriously fragging|degrading visibility. Makes us harder to notice|spot|be seen, but also means we have to get that much closer to actually see|perceive|learn anything. Probably close enough to be inside their perimeter|guard. They won’t be disorganized, and depending how much they spent on that jammer blanket, their own communications might not be effected either. They might be spread thin, but I would not count on that given the resources apparently being allocated. @Cam[Sprogget]: <<You have at least a few minutes to set up the astral look. We need to finish pumping what information we can from the bomber, and pick up the gangers gear and some pieces of that destroyed drone for later forensics. The information could be very important in awhile.>> @self:With the matrix skill|power needed to subvert|pwn|fool Fre∑dom’s systems, the drones are going to be tempting|open targets in areas being watched|monitored. For the sensors to be useful here|there|now|then, I’ll need to try to keep|maintain|hold a wireless connection to Banjo. No real help to take him closer than where I can hold contact. He does not need to be even that close to use the scanner anyway. He can stay way back, and I’ll lose connection if I get too close to the jammers. G’Eye though would be good to take as close as possible. He can be the eye|view point that Cam wants|we need. Those jammers are going to smother connections anyway at that distance, so let’s not make it easy for the other guy. I can temporarily disable wireless, so he does not put out any signal to detect, and no path to get hacked either. I need a bit of work space, out of this weather. @Cam[Sprogget]: <<I also need to do a little field modification on a drone, to make it less vulnerable in this situation. After we ask our questions, can you get someone here to take that piece of trash off our hands? He might have more to say with the right questions, and we sure can not haul him with us. Otherwise, we’ll probably have to just knock him cold, and stash him in a building. We got anyone that was at ’93 tonight, that you can co-opt? Even with all that has been going on the past couple of hours?>> @self:Wish I had the knock-out patch we talked about earlier, if we had to transport LeFey with the jammer active. Good we did not need it, but would be useful to have now. Jumping in to take full control, Sprogget looks around using his sensors, and tacnet feeds from the others, to find a close by accessible building with a bit of shelter. @self:Looks like where Scrapheap dragged|hauled|sat on the bomber kid is as good as any. @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<I’m coming in {pause and reword} bringing DR in with you, to do a bit of tech work, under a roof.>> |
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Aug 17 2013, 04:02 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Abandoned apartment build, near Underworld 93, south of the Fre∑dom Mall, Puyallup Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Hidden; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1) [ Spoiler ] Directing G’Eye to get back from watching the fleeing ganger at best speed, and assigning LeO to be outside eyes and overwatch, Sprogget maneuvers through the open doorway. It is a tight fit, but DR is barely wider than Sprogget’s meat shoulders, so it is doable. Height is actually more of a problem. He has to squat, retracting the spokes to minimum length to keep from bumping the top of the doorway. Inside, he moves over to the wall away from where Crow is currently getting details from the kid. Exiting from the monocycle node, then switching back to AR for the first time since leaving the mall on the sensor placement patrol, he undoes the safety harness. Getting up, he does a leisurely stretch, while adding his own glare for the kid, muttering not quite under his breath about trash, devil rats, and cleaning the gene pool. Monitoring question and answer over tacnent, but ostensibly ignoring the others, he gets the tools he will need ready. Most that he needs are already in the coverall pockets, but he also takes a length of fiberoptic cable out of the butt pack. When Banjo arrives outside, he lays back on the monocycle seat again, going VR, and jumps in to get the dalmatian. Using his mechanical hand and arm to help stabilize, and fend off the edges, he slides carefully through the doorway, then floats into a position where his light can illuminate the improvised workbench that Sprogget is currently laying on. Opening and reaching into the main body storage compartment, he uses the camera on the arm to select the smallest available stealth package, which happens to be a motion sensor. Holding it where Sprogget the meat will be able to take it, he instructs the dog brain to hold position, and provide lighting. G’Eye has not arrived yet, so Sprogget take a moment to check on the progress of the remaining ganger, and temporarily activates the planted stealth sensors, to see which, if either, of the bikes is moving yet, and find the direction it is headed. As the dragonfly drone is about to arrive, he switches back to AR again. Ignoring the dirt, he sits on the floor beside the monocycle seat, directing G’Eye to park there, and shut down. Opening the casing, and using the magnification in the goggles, he locates the connection supplying power to the wireless adapter. Taking the sensor that Banjo has been patiently holding, he asks the drone to get the perma-bond ready, then verifies that he has the correct codes to activate and deactivate the motion sensor package. Opening that, he locates where the signal from stealth tag turns power to the sensor on and off. @self:These micro-manipulators make fine work like this easy, if still a bit finicky. In the motion sensor package, the external signal|code|trigger controls power to the whole node|device|package. In G’Eye, I want it to only control power to the wireless adapter. Positioning the cannibalized sensor package, and glueing it in place, Sprogget prepares to switch the drone wireless adapter power through the control of the stealth tags. @self:Disconnecting {this} makes G’Eye wireless blind. Unhooking {this} means the motion sensor never gets power. Connect stealth sensor {here} and {here} to drone {there} and wireless adapter {here}, and that should do it. Power on! Knowing pretty close how long it takes the drone to power up and finish its boot process, Sprogget does another check on the tracers planted on the bikes, then goes back to verify that there is no wireless access to the dragonfly, and that no node is visible. Sending the code to the stealth tag powers on the wireless adapter, which he then uses to connect to the drone, and start some precautionary diagnostics, to make sure nothing else got inadvertently damaged with the changes, instructing the system to store the report locally on the drone. Sending the code to turn off the wireless adapter again, he hands the glue back to Banjo, instructing it to store things back where they belong, and close up. He adds a bit of sealant and protective coating to the new connections in G’Eye from his own toolkit, then finishes closing up the drone casing. @self:Those diagnostics are going to run for a bit, time to get as much information as I can about the jamming|noise|interference at the mall. Finishing stowing his tools and cleaning up the workbench, the seat becomes a reclined chair again, for a bit more matrix work. Leaning back and relaxing, Sprogget switches to VR for speed and accesses Banjo’s node directly, to build some fairly complex instructions. He starts with a mission goal of using the radio signal scanner to record, map the location, strength, and type of jammers being used to drown out the mall. This is adjusted to limit how far the drone can travel from its current location, and a time limit to bring it back here in 5 minutes or less. @self:If we get moving quickly, I might need to adjust that last to meet up with us on the way. Jumping in the drone, he gets back out the door, removes it from tacnet, and the slaved devices. About to send it off, he pauses. @self:I want to have a closer look at the gear that kid was carrying while waiting. Banjo’s scanner is part of that. Leaving the scripted task pending, Sprogget has Banjo hold position outside the door. Switching his attention back to AR and the physical world, he gets the gear, and has Banjo look for any signals coming from it. Downloading the sensor data, he activates the mapping script, and sends it off to start the sweep that will give it the best view to triangulate the source of as many of the individual jammers as possible within the current constraints. @self:He will get the best information|detail about the jammers nearest us, but that is fine|acceptable|sufficient. Focusing his attention back on the gear, he examines it with the goggle enhancements and magnification, the NLJD sensor from the backpack, and matches that to the saved sensor information from Banjo, trying to learn what it’s capabilities are, and whether he could use it to eavesdrop on other similarly equipped Spined Drakes teams, or if it has anything that would allow him to detect the devices themselves, or someone using them. Picking a moment when Crow is letting the kid sweat, he shows him the gear, but keeps conversation over tacnet. @Crow[Sprogget]: <<Crow, this gear looks old military. Do you recognize it, and know what it’s limits or weaknesses are?>> Once the internal diagnostics should be finished, he activates the wireless adapter again, connects, and verifies that the diagnostics are clean, except for being unable to connect to the wireless adapter, and failure of all of the related wireless tests. |
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Aug 23 2013, 03:05 PM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 869 Joined: 8-March 02 Member No.: 2,252 |
E: Tribes; Scrapheap
September 1, 2072 22:xx, Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Scrapheap listens intently as Crow applies a different, more refined kind of pressure to the Drake teenager. Glad I didn't haf to try and splatter this guy earlier...woulda been ugly. Ugly and no winners, Ghost's truth. He looks over his shoulder as the monocycle rolls through the doorway, nods at the other ork as he gets out of it, then turns his full attention back to the ganger. "And don't think we forgot about them 'weird ones'. You tell us about tha soldier boys and them, or you'll wish that bullet had hit your head in'sted a' your leg." |
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Sep 2 2013, 12:41 PM
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Dragon Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 |
E: Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx, Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup With the interrogation of the kid more or less concluded and the rather sparse info gathered together and imbellished by Crow's dredged up knowledge you have the unwelcome conclusion that this is indeed a milspec force of one sort or another but most likely running under cover as they don't display any unit idents or other useful military tags. The weird ones are less clear but Sprogget's encounter strongly suggests they are the Dissonants who seem to be running the show. Now it just remains for you to get your own view of the scene. GEye is tinkered with and set free in it's sweep of the area and then you wait with bated breath for it to return... ...Finally the wind battered drone returns to your rendevous point and Sprogget is able to download the image files. They are grainy and full of wind tossed crap but sufficiently clear to make out the two armoured vehicles outside a gaping hole in the mall. Perimeter security seems to be being run by the Drakes, including the unfortunate that encountered you a few minutes back, which is a plus in some ways - but it does mean the the milspec guys are probably inside doing gods' knows what... Cam gets back to you shortly afterwards and tells you that a spirit has swept through the mall and found images of (unsurprising) failing resistance as the hackers attempt to fend off well equipped soldiers... <<@Sprogget[Cam]: They are getting hammered in there! We need to turn back the distraction against them somehow, see if we can pull those soldiers away and give those inside the chance to shore up or better still legit! I don't want to risk any more astral contact, the spirit spotted a mage in the hostiles, but that perimeter looks thin from the vids...can you sneak a drone inside the mall to take a message? That means relying on the dog brain until the jamming goes down... Or get in there yourselves if the opportunity presents itself? We need to make contact somehow, do something...>> |
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Sep 9 2013, 04:36 PM
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Dragon Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 |
E: Tribes
[September 1, 2072 22:xx, Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup] Gemeaux Well your luck has run its usual course, a la merde! You’d finally thought this bloody technomancer babysitting was done with but you’ve no sooner handed over the Collots, finally, and suddenly you are embroiled in another fracas with someone who wants their heads on a plate…at least they’ve offered you good rates to get them out of the shit. So, you are currently crawling through a minor war zone to try and establish comms with their neighbours, grubby barrens dwellers called the Mechanicals! The mercs you’ve seen are skilled, although no match for you and your active camouflage. The gangers they’ve got guarding the perimeter are next to useless and you came so close to one patrol that you could smell the stink of their breath! The weather conditions outside are atrocious but that only makes it less likely that anyone will interrupt you. The cobbled together repeater should overcome the jamming these techheads are so concerned with, you just need to place it somewhere outside the zone with line of sight to the mall… Scrambling over a ruined vehicle you spot stealthy movement and your enhanced vision allows you to pick out what can only be described as one of these mechanicals…if the cogs and wires motif is anything to go by…perhaps you can earn yourself a bonus by talking to them directly? Drakehunters While you watch the perimeter and wait for the opportunity to do something, anything, and cursing and blessing the wind driven ash that is lodging itself in every crevice, the jamming suddenly sputters and dies, presumably as the jammers run out of juice, or more worrying, that the foe decided they don’t need them any more… Whilst the blessed signal rushes back to fill the airwaves chatter from the mall is strikingly absent… |
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Sep 9 2013, 08:02 PM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Hidden; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1) [ Spoiler ] Diagnostics complete, and having sensor mapped at least the near edge of the jamming, from Banjo’s quick sweep, G’Eye is given instructions about where to go, what to do, and sent off without wireless. Sprogget makes sure that currently unneeded gear is shut down, to limit visibility to sensors. G’Eye: Res 3, Novatech Airwave: Res 3, Sig 3, Sys 3, FW 3; Powered Off; SIN: Megan Kutras, The Drakehunters minus the dragonfly drone head quickly but cautiously to where the drone is supposed to meet them, roughly calculated to save time getting the pictures, while staying outside where Crow figures the perimeter is likely to be, and where the jamming will not block the RFID tags controlling G’Eye’s. They do not have ECCM, and are relatively low power. That actually limits the location more than the expected patrol locations. There is contingency built into the timing, to allow for delays from needing to avoid Spined Drakes, or their new masters. With none encountered, the main group gets to the meet point first, and the people wait impatiently for the scouting drone to arrive. When the 'enable wireless' code finally gets a response, Sprogget connects with G’Eye, and directs him to his exact location, then copies the raw sensor data to the monocycle node, and through an encrypted connection to Cam. From the current location, the ECCM does not even need to work. The drone wireless is not as limited as the RFID tags. Sharing access to the information with the rest of the drakehunters, Sprogget fast scans through the collected data looking for anything that is not the raw infrastructure. The storm has degraded it a little, but the sensor ECCM has compensated fairly well. The enhanced thermographic does a good job of spotting live bodies. The low light camera gets a look at the armored vehicles, and he points that section out to Crow for a closer look. The chem sniffer shows traces of recent explosives, and picks up samples from the passing people and ammunition they are carrying. There is not a lot of sound, other than the storm, but the directional microphone happens to be pointed the right way at one point to hear someone curse the weather. @self:The gangers are doing the perimeter! Better chance of getting close than I expected then. No sign of the owners of those {tanks}. Must be all in the mall, maybe a driver still inside. Good news for us, bad for Fre∑dom. UBWR might have been able to tell, but with the right sensors that would have been detectable. As he is looking for and discussing ways to safely approach, and what damage might be possible, Cam comes back. QUOTE (Cam' AM)  <<They are getting hammered in there! We need to turn back the distraction against them somehow, see if we can pull those soldiers away and give those inside the chance to shore up or better still legit! I don't want to risk any more astral contact, the spirit spotted a mage in the hostiles, but that perimeter looks thin from the vids...can you sneak a drone inside the mall to take a message? That means relying on the dog brain until the jamming goes down... Or get in there yourselves if the opportunity presents itself? We need to make contact somehow, do something...>> @Cam[Sprogget]: <<Slot with the astral contact. You are getting as ..>> @self:timid|limited|cowardly @Cam[Sprogget]: <<conservative as Spindle! This is not a time to hide. Get as many spirits as you can moving NOW. Start them at the far side of the mall, away from the breach, and pass the message about what we know. Get them moving out, and passing the information between each other. Do I have to yank Oyl out of surgery? A bit more risk now to reduce losses. She would not let friends stay in danger, and not even know what danger, like this!>> @self:No Time! @Cam[Sprogget]: <<I think I can get a drone in to pass a message, but that is SLOW, and going to be close to the fighting.>> @self:I hope still going on! @Cam[Sprogget]: <<I'll do that anyway, but get the other going too. Get that started first, THEN dump me structural information about the mall. The drone can use the ventilation system, with a map.>> @self:I'd ask for a report to pass along too, but it seems right now I know more about what is happening than Cam|Security office| do! @Cam[Sprogget]: <<AGREED?>> @self:Drek, Drek, DREK! He is dithering. If Jazz is grandma, at least she has spirit. Cam is an old lady! Quickly putting together a data package of what they have about the attack and attackers, Sprogget writes a quick text message to his sister, tagging it as tribal business, highest priority, needing immediate action. @Oyl[Sprogget]: <<Oyl, Fre∑dom being directly attacked by milspec team, with support from Spined Drakes. Jammed first, so they probably do not KNOW what is there. Some magical support in attack group *probably* near hole/vehicles. Cam, maybe Spindle, is holding back to 'protect' Mechanicals people/resources. Trying to get some spirits sent in from far side to pass word/get them moving. Attached is map overlay showing location of large hole blown in mall wall, armored vehicles, and approximate/partial perimeter of Spined Drakes. Raw data attached at end, but don't wait to look at whole thing. Bookmarks on a few reference points. Don't send any support to me. Too close, more likely to attract attention than help here. Likely no comm contact shortly, jammer will block. Best chance is direct to {Monocycle Node address}.>> @self:Those tags, plus addressing her as Oyl instead of Sis or Osha should get her moving. Wish I had time to|could watch the heads roll|explosion. Shifting his attention from VR back to AR for a moment, Sprogget digs a stim patch out of his hip pack. Slapping it on the side of his neck, he thinks, @self:40 minutes. We had better be done here by then, and on the way home. |
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Sep 9 2013, 09:47 PM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Hidden; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1) [ Spoiler ] @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<We’ve got no time to do anything close to a real plan here. We need to do what we can to disrupt plans now, while there is still someone active that it might help! Since it is the gangers doing the guard duty, we should have a better chance at getting them to react badly. Those vehicles are important>> @self:I hope @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<to the team in the mall. If we can create confusion, we might be able to make them think they are at risk, and pull back sooner than they planned to. The radio gear we got from the bombers does not seem to be jammed, so I expect the team in the mall still has some communication out here. I’d love to take, or take out, those APC’s, but even making it look like they are endangered might be enough.>> They quickly cobble together a minimal plan with a reasonable chance at keeping them alive, and at least some chance of getting attention away from the people in the mall. Instructions are given to the drones, and visually signals arranged to initiate actions, when the jamming blocks electronic communication. Each of the flying drones moves off on their separate missions. Banjo needs to get close enough to the APC's, to scan them with UWBR, if his sensor ECCM can get through the jamming. He can signal the team in line of sight using the low-light flash light built into the arm. It is intended for illuminating the workspace when placing sensors, but will work just fine for blink messages at longer range. He will be able to report if UWBR can get through the jamming, if he can see inside the APCs, and how many people are present in each. LeO is manoeuvring for a position far enough from the rest that firing the Ares Alpha will not bring attention to them, and with line of sight to some of the posted and patrolling Spined drakes further along the perimeter. He has no real way of sending messages back to the team, but with the cameras and laser range finder, both of the larger drones can watch for signals to start or abort an attack, and to switch targets. The hope is to pull resources away from the drakehunters and APC position, while still being able to provide some sniper support for threats right in front of them. G’Eye is provided with 5 physical data chips containing copies of the raw data and summaries that he can carry on loops of cable with his mechanical grapple, plus instructions for attracting attention of only the mall residents and defenders. Once contact is made, he can use scrolling messages on his body using the chameleon coating to interact with those found, to drop off a chip and go on to search for the next. He is sent off with wireless disabled again, to find his way into the mall through a vent in the roof, hopefully past the intruders that went through the hole in the wall. There are too many unknowns to make much in the way of plans to reconnect with the drone, but if he can get outside of the jammed area after delivering the messages, a signal to the RFID tag will re-enable wireless, and a rendezvous can be arranged then. The now reduced team, moves away from Banjo, but closer to the APCs, watching for an opportunity to get to them when the action starts. |
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Sep 10 2013, 01:32 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:32; Mechanicals Complex, Oyl’s Soup Kitchen and Clinic CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Active; SIN: Florence Darkwind (R4) Things are finally starting to slow down. No new casualties have arrived in the last while, and most of the people waiting have had initial treatment using the medical stations. Osha is thinking that it is about time to wrap that up, and let others use the standard medkits that do not require medical knowledge to use. Not as good of course, but she wants to get to using mojo to finish the healing on those that she can handle safely herself. To a point, this is the reverse of the usual triage. Do the easy ones first, that will not tire her. Those can then be fully dismissed, and free up the space and resources for those that she will not be able to handle. There are too many with serious enough injuries, that she knows she will not be able to get to them all, before passing out from exhaustion. Not a good idea, if more arrive needing immediate attention. The muted, but urgent tone and visual AR pattern from the tags on the arriving text message startle her. A quick glance at the tagging and routing makes her wonder, @self:Immediate tribal business? From Senaka? Quickly glancing around at the others present, she sees that none of the other tribal members are reacting to incoming messages. @self:If that brother of mine is using tribal tagging to get personal messages through the filters at a time like this, I will .. I'll turn into the biggest boa I can, and squeeze him until his eyes pop. I'll go mountain lion and claw him to shreds, I'll .. Reining in her anger, she focuses on the current patient hooked up to the medical station. With those tags, she can not ignore the message, no matter who it is from, but she also can not just stop in the middle of treatment either. Even though this is not currently serious, just stopping[i] could make things worse. Forcing herself into pure medical mode, where nothing matters [i]now, except the damaged body under her care, she finishes up the work, until it is safe to hand her over to non medical support people for the final cleanup. Then, and only then, she steps away from the station and opens the message. The first word of the message stops the remaining anger cold. @self:Oyl, not Sis or Osha. He really does mean tribal business. Reading the message with rising dread, she gets a superficial overview of the current situation. @self:Senaka, no Sprogget, was in rush when he wrote that. Minimal attempt to clarify to compensate for my less technical knowledge. Staying on the sidelines? With what Fre∑dom has done for us, and we for them, since they got here? They are friends. By the Mother, what is|are he|they thinking? Where are their alleged brains? Taking him at his word, she makes no attempt to review the full data package, just jumping between the supplied bookmarks. The fact that the full data package was included is nagging at her, trying to tell her something, but she is not willing to look there. Not yet. She has enough information now to burn some ears off with what needs to be done. She is about to start seeing just how high up the chain she can reach, and how fast, to rattle some action loose, when the last part of the text message finally gets through her mental filters. @self:No contact, too close, best chance .. He did not say where he is. Oyl does not have great computer skills, but Sprogget has made sure that the tools on her commlink are current. Now knowing what to look for, it does not take long .. just forever .. to match the routing information on the text message to where it came from on the supplied map. Just barely on the outside of the area marked as having no wireless access, way too close to where those dangerous looking vehicles are sitting. @self:He’s in the middle of that! Her immediate desire is to call him, and tell him to get out, but knows that even if that 'best chance' connection address works, that he might be busier now than she was when the text message arrived. Another mental connection is made. @self:He sent the full data, stuff I can't use, because he is not sure that he is going to be able to later. He might not come back at all! That IDIOT! I am going to break heads for letting him in there with no support! But first, do what I can myself, just as he is. Focusing inward now, on her connection to the local field of mana, she reaches where her intuition points, pulling .. demanding .. watcher spirits to come do her bidding. She has no need for long term work, so just grabs 1 hour sprites, without trying for anything more. With her training in other areas, even this is at the edge of what she can do reliably. First 1, then 2, then 3, then finally 4 watcher spirits are around her in astral space. She gives all of them an image of the map that Sprogget provided, plus a simple spoken message to deliver describing its meaning with a strong suggestion to tell others and get away from the invading forces. The hardest part, is to get them to go around the mall so that they approach from the far side, each at a little different place so they do not all end up talking to the same person. @Watcher Spirits:“Show the image, and speak the message to every metahuman you can find, starting from each of your indicated locations, and moving {that} direction”. @self:No time to think of a way to get them to tell the difference between friends and enemies. Too complex, and they are not smart enough. Starting where I put them, it should be all friends to start, until it no longer matters. With the messengers on the way, she turns grimly to the job of shaking up some peoples worlds. Taking control of her voice, pitching to cut through other sounds, and loud enough to reach all present, she informs them, @Clinc[Oyl]: “Everything is stable enough here for now. I need to talk to Cam. And Spindle. Take over. Call me only if you have to”. Her control is good enough that she only needs to repeat once more in the outer soup kitchen serving area so that everyone that needs to, knows. On the way through, she sees Boiler helping out with some of the soup kitchen work. Detouring slightly. Not giving him a chance to ask questions, she grabs his arm, getting in close to talk to him alone, she puts all of the command she can into her voice. @Boiler[Oyl]: “Come with me, right now”. Her tone gets some surprised looks, and a couple open their mouth so say something, then think better of it. She did not notice, already on the way out, half dragging Boiler. She does not try to explain anything to Boiler, instead making the first call on her list, to those that are not on immediate duty, focusing on those that are most friendly toward Fre∑dom people, to Sprogget, and to herself. She makes sure Boiler hears her side of the call, to fill in some of what is going on. It is enough. She can see steam rising, as he lives up to one of the reasons for the handle. The brewery and still being another part. She sends him Sprogget’s data, and a list of people to start calling. @Boiler[Oyl]: “Save it. Start calling. Use my name where it will help”. Suiting action to words, she start the next call, heading at a brisk pace toward the security centre. No need to run now. Those calls need to go out first, and being out of breath would not help the image she is going to want. Having the first people pass the word, it will not take very many calls to have significant backing by the time she gets to Cam. If Spindle is with him, even better. |
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Sep 10 2013, 06:36 PM
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Neophyte Runner Group: Members Posts: 2,113 Joined: 24-January 13 From: Here to Eternity Member No.: 70,521 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Crow QUOTE (@Drakehunters[Sprogget) <<We’ve got no time to do anything close to a real plan here. We need to do what we can to disrupt plans now, while there is still someone active that it might help! Since it is the gangers doing the guard duty, we should have a better chance at getting them to react badly. Those vehicles are important>> << @Drakehunters[Crow]: I hear ya, squeaky bum time! it looks awful quiet down there though, you have an idea for a distraction? if not I've something sneaky up my sleeve ! >> Crow looks around at the desolate scene, only able to make out vague details of the APC's in the distance without risking getting any closer. QUOTE (@Drakehunters[Sprogget) <<to the team in the mall. If we can create confusion, we might be able to make them think they are at risk, and pull back sooner than they planned to. The radio gear we got from the bombers does not seem to be jammed, so I expect the team in the mall still has some communication out here. I’d love to take, or take out, those APC’s, but even making it look like they are endangered might be enough.>> Gently pressing the transmit button on the comm again, speaking softly rather than trying to subvocalise complex sounds << @Drakehunters[Crow]: So, ME an big guy can dress up for a party, grab those bikes and chase one of your drones right under their noses and hope to draw some away for an ambush. OR, if you can get me a distraction so I can get close enough to one of the APC's to have a quiet little chat with the driver, I reckon we can have away with one or at least do some damage to the other one that's the best I got other than just straight sneaking past the lot of them, there any heavy munitions inside that place we can use? >> |
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Sep 14 2013, 03:14 AM
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Neophyte Runner Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 |
E: Tribes
[September 1, 2072 22:xx, Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup] PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton <<[Vivienne]: I guess this is the point where I get to say: "This is another fine mess you've gotten me into.">> Gemeaux smiles bitingly behind the cowl of his chameleon suit. His commlink's personality program was in rare form today. <<[Gemeaux]: Perhaps, my love, but if I do not slip past these talentless goons then you will be stuck here. Wish me luck, yes?>> <<[Vivienne]: With all my heart, Gemeaux.>> That line forces the assassin to bite his lip. It scratches at the wound that will never heal. Though he hates to be reminded of his first love's death, he allows the pain to stay fresh. However, he does manage to banish it to the back of his mind as he focuses on the more immediate concern of getting the fuck out of this shithole in one preferably unperforated piece. The assassin slips next to the anachronistically labeled gentlemen, and draws La Réponse---one of his heavily modified Savalette Guardians. After all, the paraphernalia could be a ruse. If that turned out to be the case, it would be best for him to dispatch of them as quickly and elegantly as possible. "Bonsoir, amis. Perchance you are associated with the Mechanicals, oui?" he asks them in his lilting, tenor voice. |
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Sep 17 2013, 07:36 PM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Hidden; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1) [ Spoiler ] Using the sensor data collected by the Dragonfly drone, the team moves cautiously closer to the location of the APCs, and the hole blasted in the wall of the mall. As they advance, Sprogget loses matrix contact with Scrapheap and Crow, forcing him to drop them from the tacnet. A little further, and even with the ECCM, contact with the drones is becoming unreliable, and they fall back on their local programming and instructions. Only the Monocycle, and PAN sensor gear is still accessible, thanks to the skinlink connections. @self:This must be some draga carpet tek. Even with best filters, I can’t hold a solid wireless connection to the drones, and the whole mall, plus some seems to be covered. When the others first get blocked from matrix access, Sprogget links to the skinlinked holo projector in the backpack, for the minimal audio communications currently needed. When he loses access to the drone sensors, he shifts his attention back to AR, just leaving a window open showing the sensor information from the monocycle. Physical signals are safer than the audio. @self:With this junk in the airwaves, I’m not getting much benefit from the remote sensors. Quietly talking to Crow and Scrapheap, about how much distraction can be produced, and what that might let them do, Sprogget is a bit concerned about getting too close to the armored vehicles. @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: “Crow, you better wait to find out what Banjo finds out. If the onboard sensors spot you before you get to the door, those machine guns could really ruin your day. If the door will even open for you to get inside”. The voice from right beside them comes as a shock. Looking around wildly for the source, trying to figure out what new threat there is, he initially sees nothing. @self:Magic? Invisible? Then he notices a place where some of the miserable wind blown ash is eddying around an open spot that it should be sleeting straight through, close enough to where the spatial recognizer says the sound came from. The sensors, even thermal, are not showing anything there though. From what Osha has told him, he figures magic invisibility would cover a bit more than a body sized area, and realizes that it must be some form of full coverage chameleon suit, with thermal damping. He ruthlessly squelches the incipient panic. @self:Not likely the sort of tek the gangers are going to be using. Neither they or the military team would be asking that either. They would just start shooting. Drek limited sensors anyway! Banjo or G’Eye could have seen that easily with the UWBR, or probably Banjo’s ultrasound. I should be carrying an ultrasound sensor myself, but just now it would have been turned to passive anyway. Do not want to be sending any active signals that could be detected. He answers quietly, not wanting to be heard beyond that empty spot. @Voice[Sprogget]: “That we are. You must not be directly involved in this mess, or you would know who we are, or at least who we are not. Your reason for wanting to know”? @self:Need to be quick. Banjo should be just about ready to try the UWBR on those APCs, then there is not going to be time to talk, whatever happens. |
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Sep 18 2013, 05:07 AM
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Neophyte Runner Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 |
E: Tribes
[September 1, 2072 22:xx, Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup] PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton "You are correct, mon ami," answers Gemeaux, seemingly unfazed by seeing Sprogget look his way---likely because his gun is still leveled at them, "in assuming that I am not involved in causing the conflict. Alas, I am but a lowly agent de l'ombre in the employ of a colleague in need. He is quite interested in making contact with you, so much so that he asked that I brave this...fracas...in order to place a particularly important piece of technology outside of this zone de guerre to pierce the veil of signal jamming." |
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Sep 18 2013, 11:06 PM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Hidden; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1) [ Spoiler ] @Voice[Sprogget]: “Ah! That must be a repeater with a non-wireless link on one side. Probably a laser link.”. @self:Or maybe just a recording to transmit when activated? @Voice[Sprogget]: “I too have been making attempts to reestablish contact with the besieged. I have an agent of my own, a small drone, currently attempting to carry information past the intruders, to supply some information they may not have inside because that jamming blocked them before they could learn. It has had little time yet to succeed”. Quickly reviewing the jamming map, Sprogget continues, @Voice[Sprogget]: “The edge of the effective jamming is just under 75 meters further away from the mall. Since that gear may have been cobbled together quickly, another 15 meters should put it safely outside. I assume that it needs to be placed where it has a direct line of sight back to a matching unit, probably on the roof. I would assist in that, but once the jamming is circumvented, others can pass the information. We have a project in progress to attempt a distraction, hoping to get the main attackers attention elsewhere long enough, to give those inside some relief. Distraction is all I can currently do, not having the power needed to directly attack 2 armoured vehicles, with probably 20 trained professionals with military gear, plus magical support, plus the gangers they have armed and doing sentry duty for them here, and probably a few Dissonant techmancers, if they can work through the jamming. That is what the current information says is here. I want to”. Sprogget does not get a chance to say what he wants. The multitude of signals that he is used to, that have been overwhelmed by the jamming are suddenly flooding in again. @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: “The jamming is gone! Commlinks active and at risk again.”. Back to the hole in the air he says quickly. @Voice[Sprogget]: “It seems that important tek you carry is suddenly less important. The jamming signals are gone.”. Not taking the time to reestablish any of the commlink connections, he dives virtual, and sends through the holo projector, “Very busy now. Still listening through sensors, and responding through here”. @self:Banjo First. Without the jamming, he should be close enough now for a look. Keeping a connection open to DR, with access to its sensors, plus the normal PAN devices that have been temporarily merged with the Monocycle sensor package, Sprogget connects then shifts his attention into the node of the C-D Dalmation drone. There he instructs it to slave itself to the bionode, rejoin the tacnet, go active on the sensors to get a good look at the APCs, then go evasive, and get away from the threat represented by those turret mounted machine guns. He also cancels the status reporting using blinks from the flashlight, and setups up a quick disconnect, so that if his bionode gets attacked in the matrix, the drone can be quickly shifted to fully autonomous mode, and will disable wireless connections for 5 minutes. This is configured as a deadman switch, so that it can be triggered by Sprogget stopping a 'keep alive' signal. Much easier than sending a command while simultaneously trying to keep his brain from being fried. Not waiting for the results, he immediately shifts back to DR, and looks around in the Matrix for LeO. Finding the Owl, he connects then shifts there. Again he starts the process for getting the drone back on the tacnet, with the same disconnect configuration. LeO only has passive sensors, and is supposed to stay as discrete as possible anyway. He leaves the visual signalling in place, in case matrix access is lost again, but more direct instructions will have priority. As he returns to home base in DR, the initial scans from Banjo are starting to build a 3D picture of the area around the armoured vehicles, and their contents. It will take a few more seconds to fill in details, but he can already see that both have someone aboard. While that is filling in, and Banjo is starting the retreat, he repeats the steps needed to get Scrapheap and Crow back on tacnet, and finally the monocycle, with the new shutdown configuration. DR's dog brain gets some extra instructions. If the shutdown is triggered, and no countermanding instructions in 2 minutes afterward, he is to attempt to get back to the shop, sending a medical alert to the tribe/Osha when getting close. @self:No point in starting up the commlinks just now. Available resources are enough to send messages, and Oyl has the address for the monocycle. Might miss comm calls, but just not interested in that right now. With the basic picture taken, Banjo is hurrying to put a solid building between itself and those machine guns. Sprogget examines the live feed closely while it is still available. A full building, even those around here, will be enough to block the UWBR. Even without the walls of the APC. @self:Drek! 2 in one, 3 in the other. One of them laying down. Resting|Sleeping|Unconscious? In the middle of the attack? Impossible|Unlikely|Not betting on it! That is either a mage doing astral overwatch, or Probably|fits information someone Weird one|Dissonant? in VR for matrix overwatch. With the full tacnet just barely coming up, knowing that the others are not used to just immersing themselves in sudden volumes of data, and wanting to the keep the guy with the repeater in the loop, he provides an urgent but quiet running commentary. @Drakehunters,voice[Sprogget]: “Sensor Data coming in. 2 APCs, each with 2 or 3 inside. 1 each at controls. Gunner? Driver? Both? Drek! Each APC carrying 2 aerial drones. Full capabilities unknown, but I doubt they are all for recon. Looks like all armed. One person laying down. Suspect that is a Weird One, Dissonant. Others could be too. Could be mage in astral. Losing data feed. Building now blocks line of fire from the machine guns. Crow, I doubt you could sneak up on those for a quiet chat. That feels like they are on full alert in a combat zone”. Sprogget sends a command to Banjo, to switch to all passive sensors, and try to stay unnoticed while getting further away from the active weapons, and potential threat of those drones. Now that the Dalmatian is slaved to the bionode, passing that sort direction is simpler. The slaved nodes are almost part of him. Or at least like extra features added to the console he is sitting in front of. Similar to being a spider for one of the building nodes, with extra floors suddenly being added to the building system. @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: “Recommendation? Trigger LeO to start distraction now? Any reason not to?”. Switching to the team matrix connection, he continues, @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<Tacnet full up again. Team conference chat active with it. With that Dissonant around someplace, I have setup a cutout. Right now, if any of the drones or commlinks gets hit with a matrix attack, that will redirect right to me. If I can not handle it, and that Dissonant was strong, everything on the tacnet should drop off, and disable wireless temporarily. As a minimum, that means only I am directly exposed, and could mean the attacker loses the connection needed to attack me. If something like that does take me down, the monocycle has instructions to try to get me back to my shop. You have 2 minutes from when that safey is triggered to use the AR controls to cancel that, if it seems like a good idea.>> @self:Never any time! @voice[Sprogget]: “We are ready to activate an armed drone over {there}, to start thinning the ranks of those patrolling gangers. If they are not already on the way out now that the jamming is down, that could bring some or all of the military gear inside out through that hole. Plus those aerial drones, and whatever the APCs and gangers do. The intent is to keep attention away from us here, but can not really count on that once things start happening. Would you like to join our team tacnet, and get a live feed of the action? I trust you a little, just because you talked instead of shooting, and the repeater seems like something Freedom would do given a chance. I can trust a little more because with the available tek, the configuration needed means I would effectively own your commlink for the duration. It would have to be slaved to the master tacnet node. I also have a cutout prepared. I noted a matrix threat earlier, and I do NOT mean the virtual scream virus, that I could not neutralize. If that attacks while the tacnet nodes are active, the cutout can be used to drop everything from the tacnet, and temporarily disable wireless to limit exposure. If you do not wish to be part of our group tacnet, I recommend reducing your wireless footprint as much as possible. Hidden is not really enough, but is probably the best you can do, unless you are setup to use skinlink to access all of your devices. If you can, at least turn the signal power down to minimum levels, to make it hard for others to connect from more than a few meters away”. With the immediate local needs momentarily taken care of, Sprogget expands his concern to the rest of tribe. He sends a quick message, with attached link for the encrypted raw data feed. @Cam[Sprogget]: <<Jamming went down seconds ago; live sensor feed {encrypted feed link}; seconds old recording {encrypted UBWR data}.>> That is when he notices that something is still missing. The wireless signals do not contain anything he recognizes as being from Fre∑dom tribe, or the mall. He passes that unsettling bit of news along. @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<I see no signals from Fre∑dom.>> @voice[Sprogget]: “I am not detecting matrix links from the mall”. @Cam[Sprogget]: <<No wireless connections visible at mall from here.>> @self:I hope that means they deliberately went dark to hide! I could send the code to reactivate wireless for G’Eye, but I think I have enough to juggle here right now. Later maybe. Maybe Banjo will spot something with the signal scanner. |
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Sep 19 2013, 06:48 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 590 Joined: 30-January 12 Member No.: 48,557 |
E: Tribes
[September 1, 2072 22:xx, Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup] SIN: Spencer Lovett, PAN: Hidden "Consider this a show of good faith." The other runner broke his silence and pulled out his commlink. A tacnet would be useful. More importantly, with the tribes under attack, every second counted. "Okay. Distraction's good. But, then what? Is there any chance of repelling them? Do you have another location to fall back to?" If Mordred sounded a little on edge, it was because he was facing something of a personal worst case scenario. One of the few people in the world he considered family was in danger. For the adept, this was no longer just a run. |
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Sep 19 2013, 04:31 PM
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Neophyte Runner Group: Members Posts: 2,113 Joined: 24-January 13 From: Here to Eternity Member No.: 70,521 |
E: Tribes
[September 1, 2072 22:xx, Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup] SIN: Jim Crow, PAN: Hidden "We need eyes in there! or we gotta get rid of those guys and without any heavy munitions... The Ork glances around at the new arrivals, but seeing as the bullets haven't started flying he continues his observation of the Fre∑dom mall and it's para-military oppressors, with a small wave of acknowledgement of their prescence. Must be the backup we need, Jack, get off the carrion and help me scan this place, unless you wanna find a new body ta follow around like a stray dog! "Sprogget, can you point out some less than obvious entryways into this joint ? I only recall the loading bay and a couple a' windows that Scrap was telling someone ta leave through !" |
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Sep 20 2013, 05:26 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Hidden; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1) [ Spoiler ] If he had not been in VR trying to watch all of the sensors at once, the twitch at hearing the new voice would have gotten him ribbed. At least by scrapheap. @self:I really need more|better sensors! Taking a quick look around for matrix nodes, and not finding anything new close by, he figures they are at least technical savy enough to keep hidden. He hoped the extra delay while he composed himself was not too noticeable. Publishing a small ARO containing the current address of his bionode, he says calmly through the holo project audio. @DrakehuntersPlus[Sprogget]: “Slave the commlink to the node at the address in the ARO by the monocycle. I’ll take it from there. Normal functions will still work. You heard the safety bit, so in case of serious matrix trouble, your wireless goes down. That will lose PAN for 5 minutes, unless everything is skinlinked, or until you enable it again using physical controls. Do you need help slaving that”? @DrakehuntersPlus[Sprogget]: “Repelling? I can not think of anything available that could directly take on those APCs, unless they make some really stupid mistake. For now I would be satisfied with making enough noise to get those inside to pull back, and give some time to the hackers. We have a … complex I guess, south and a bit east of here. Not far. Not sure exactly how well it would stand up to those APCs and mercs, but if we knew they were coming, people with mechanical skills can arrange an interesting welcome. I have a toolkit here. If I could get physically beside, or under those, I could strand them. That would take time, and I want those …” Sprogget can't think of sufficiently descriptive word, and continues after a brief pause. @DrakehuntersPlus[Sprogget]: “pieces of drek OUT of the mall, not just stranded. If that is all we can do though, at least they won't be used for awhile to attack our complex.” At Crow’s frustrated comment, Sprogget thinks, @self:With the jamming down I might already have eyes in there. What good though, other than to tell earlier if the distraction is pulling them out? He says dryly, still using the holo project audio, @DrakehuntersPlus[Sprogget]: “We are not used to being quite this level of warzone here, and demolition is only minimally used when trying to do salvage work. I’ll bring that to the attention of management first chance”. @self:You listening Cam? @DrakehuntersPlus[Sprogget]: “The mall has been carefully renovated. To look abandoned and ready to fall on anyone foolish enough to enter. Extra entrances have been totally sealed, and some will just lead to dead ends or dead-falls. Looks like this bunch knew a lot of that. Why they went through the wall, I expect. Real used space is mostly the top floors. Mechanicals did a lot of the infrastructure work for that, so if I can just remember … Scrapheap, did you work on that? I know they pulled in people to help, even if they were not carpenters”. @self:I guess it's time to find out where G’Eye got to, regardless of the extra risk to him. Physical message passing is no longer required. If someone risks lighting up enough for contact. Sending the coded command to have the RFID tag enable wireless on the dragonfly, he continues, @DrakehuntersPlus[Sprogget]: “Crow, we may already have some eyes inside. Not sure what good it will do for now, but I am reactivating wireless on G’Eye. With the jamming down, I can connect and find out where he is”. He expands that for the new people, @DrakehuntersPlus[Sprogget]: “That's a drone I sent to try to pass physical data through the jamming. Very good sensors, if I dare fully use them. If he … it … had been here, you would never of snuck up on us”. Having allowed enough time for the wireless to be up again, Sprogget reaches for the access ID of the drones hidden node. |
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Sep 20 2013, 11:58 AM
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Dragon Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 |
@E:Tribes - Drakehunters
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Sprogget With the jamming gone you are conscious once more that the mall is laced with wifi inhibitors to help maintain the illusion of dereliction. Obviously with whatever has been happening inside some of that has been damaged as the signal is leaking out once more and you make contact with G’Eye. The tiny drone is hovering over a damaged grating while the sound of sporadic shots fill its audio sensors. Then a squad of soldiers march almost directly underneath, heading in the direction of the breach in the wall. They are moving cautiously but are obviously not at risk. In the centre of the group a hunched figure stands out, bound in plastic restraints you can see a forlorn looking Jazz being dragged back towards the waiting APCs… Drakehunters, Gemeaux & Mordred You wait for Sprogget’s signal for the distraction or for an alternative plan from the Mechanicals that might give you some chance against two armoured vehicles… Osha [September 1, 2072 22:xx; Mechanicals’ Complex, C&C] As you stride into what passes for command for the tribe Cam and Spindle look up at you and your posse in surprise. “Osha? Can I help you? I’m trying to keep your brother alive and the shit off our doorstep so unless it’s bloody urgent can’t it wait?” LeFey September 1, 2072 22:xx; Down in the basement under the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Crouching beside Jazz you can hear the muted sounds of combat going on above. There are a couple of other frightened tribals down here with you too but they don’t seem to be paying you much attention, wrapped up in the fight above. Suddenly Jazz stiffens and then bows her head in resignation… “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go. I’d try to get you through to Prospero but I don’t want to risk opening up the passageways. He’s the life of this tribe and I’m not about to risk that, even to keep you safe. Stay here, waiting for the fighting to stop…I think it’ll be over soon, one way or the other…” |
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Sep 21 2013, 05:30 AM
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Neophyte Runner Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 |
E: Tribes
[September 1, 2072 22:xx, Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup] PAN - Active ; SIN - Maximilien Danton Beneath the sheen of chameleon coating and the protective cowl, Gemeaux scowls. It is one thing to have to brave a tiny warzone for a purpose. It is another to see that purpose immediately stripped away, and be left standing unsure of what to do. Professional pride dictates the need to finish the job anyway, and place the blasted repeater anyways. However, the immediate situation calls for another course of action. Still, the idea of having to turn over his commlink to an unknown quantity and put Vivienne at risk... <<[Vivienne]: It's all right, Gemeaux. You can give him the commlink.>> Gemeaux slips the commlink from his pocket and hands it to the ork. "Like my companion said, a gesture of good faith. I must ask one favor. There is a personality program on the commlink. Please leave her be. She is a memorial to someone who was quite dear to me." |
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Sep 21 2013, 05:36 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Mechanicals’ Complex, C&C CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Active; SIN: Florence Darkwind (R4) Oyl is incensed by the blatant attempt to put her at fault before she has even said anything. Their body language tells a different story. Cam at least seems to be feeling a bit guilty, but Spindle just wants the problem to go away. Controlling her posture to be alpha dominating in the situation, making sure that all present can hear her clearly, she adjusts the tone to provide subtext about what she thinks their worth is. Fully prepared to ride right over anything they might try to say, she lights into them with controlled fury. @Leadership[Oyl]: “Trying to keep Senka alive are you? You are doing such a good job that he is going in almost alone to try to deal with 2 military TANKS that have attacked our friends at Fre∑dom”. She notices one of the side screens changing to display Sprogget’s map, with an icon blinking at the location she had determined from the message routing. Immediately, the adjacent display starts cycling through the bookmarked sequence of snapshots. Someone, she does not know who, with better technical skills, has loaded the data. She thanks them in her mind. Pointing at the displays, she continues venomously, @Leadership[Oyl]: “I presume that you have seen that, and understand what the map is showing. Do you even have any contact with my brother at the moment? No. Right after he sent that information, he headed closer to the mall, into that jamming field. Right towards those tanks, and the hole they blasted in the wall is my guess. That, AFTER you had refused to do the minimal courtesy of trying to warn the hackers about what he had already discovered! Do you have any idea just how much he hates being jammed? Well, at the moment it is Sprogget out there, doing the best he can for the future of the tribe. You might think you can push Osha, sister of Senka, off with simple misdirection, but here and now you are facing Oyl, proud member of the same Mechanicals tribe as Sprogget.”, letting her tone show that she is not sure they are part of the same tribe. @Leadership[Oyl]: “I do not know how much good it will do, but I have done what I can to deliver that information and warning. Later than it should have gone out. I was in the middle of patching up some of the damage done by those Spined Drakes that seem to be guarding the tanks. I did not see the message until that was safely finished. How long have you known? Trying to keep the drek off the doorstep are you? Well that looks to me like 2 very large pieces of drek, and the mall is our doorstep. Not only is it our doorstep, it is our friend and neighbors home. Not doing too well are you? On any count. How may groups do you class as our friends? Or class us as their friends? How many do you expect would provide any sort of help if we were the ones being attacked? I can assure your that the numbers will be smaller, a lot smaller, if the Mechanicals can not stir themselves to do everything in their power to help their very good friends. Those tanks and Spined Drake gangers that you are so busy trying to ignore. They are next door at the mall just now. Where will they be tomorrow? Why not here? What’s to stop them? No one else is going to care! Oh that message I got? It included an explicit request for me to NOT send magical support to him. It seems he knew the drek over there had some magical support, and figured magic would just attract attention. On top of the gangers, the tanks, and whatever else came with the tanks. How did he learn that? How long have you known? How much magical support do you really know about”? She finally pauses, and shifts her stance slightly, to invite a response, while implying that they really don't have anything plausible. |
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Sep 21 2013, 11:27 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 590 Joined: 30-January 12 Member No.: 48,557 |
LeFey
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Down in the basement under the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup SIN: Iwakura Lain, PAN: Hidden Having effectively abandoned her former life and taken part in a gunfight, LeFey was sure Winter had no idea what it was talking about. "Trust me, I did it a good, long while ago." Any further words were cut short by the arrival of the two armored vehicles. She moved to contact the tribe, but the intruders had other plans. With a crushing, intense pain, LeFey was wrenched out of the digital world and into unconsciousness. She came to in the basement, where Jazz told LeFey the same thing people had been telling her all her life. "Hide. Stay safe while the capable people handle things." When the other technomancer left, she buried her face in her hands. LeFey wanted to scream, but she was too tired. Too tired to do anything but feel angry and wait for the pain to fade. The instant it did, her paragon spoke. You are about to do something foolhardy. <<I thought you wanted me to fight the Dissonance.>> She snapped, in no mood for lectures. Very much. But facing its followers alone, as you plan to do, will help no one. Least of all yourself. Nor will you fare any better if you act in anger. LeFey slumped against the wall with a sigh. <<I know, I know.>> You will need our aid. Call forth my shadow. The technomancer nodded and settled into a kneeling position. LeFey closed her eyes, plunging back into VR. The Idoru was waiting for her there, standing in the middle of a dance studio, floating in the misty expanse of her bionode. LeFey remembered then. Summoning this sprite required a particular ritual. She eased herself into the first steps of a familiar dance routine. LeFey's reflection in one of the mirrors shifted, becoming a tall, red-haired woman in a flowing purple dress. As they danced faster and faster, the floor and walls faded away, leaving only the witch and the woman in the mirror. The sprite walked through the glass, bringing with her a bow and a quiver of arrows. She smiled slightly and inclined her head. Breathing heavily, LeFey returned the gesture. The witch opened a portal to the mall for both of them and stepped through. |
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Sep 22 2013, 05:08 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Hidden; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1) [ Spoiler ] Sprogget realizes that neither ghostly runner was comfortable enough with the administration functions needed to slave the commlinks to another node, not a regularly used function he had to admit. Slaving peripheral devices to a commlink was not that unusual for PAN security, giving up control of the commlink to another node was not. Switching his focus from virtual to the more mundane augmented, he hits the release for the harness, shifts to accept the ’link from the first to accept the offer. Working his way manually through the clumsy seeming interface, since the AR interface currently only recognizes the PAN gear of the owner, he locates the option to slave it to another node. Physically pointing it to ARO he published a moment ago, to get the target address into the commlink, he confirms the operation step by step. Meanwhile he talks to the other that is concerned about the personality program. @self:Her? She? It seems that even those not as comfortable|intimate with the tools|beings of the matrix treat them like people. @ghostPeople[Sprogget]: “Personality program”? @self:That is extremely close to full AI. Glad Frankenhunter is off doing more research. Those 2 together might a bad thing for either or both! @ghostPeople[Sprogget]: “She probably can set this up way faster than I can, using the manual interface. Just tell her to slave the commlink node to the node in the ARO. Once I approve that on my end, she should be able to feed your PAN sensor data to the tacnet link, and get the team overlay back for you. She will still have full access to the normal comm functions, and can even cut the slave link from your end. While it is up, she is about as safe as anyone can be on the matrix. To get to her, any attacker would have to literally go through me. That is what that automatic cutout is insurance for. I am unsure how much she can see, given the structure of that tacsoft node, but living in the matrix world, she might even get early warning before the cutout can activate. That cutout is sort of a deadman switch attached to a simple script. Tell her to gut it, and just tie to … that is watch … the trigger signal. That is going to be part of the tacnet data. She can make better decisions about what to do at the time than I could put in the script. I am pretty sure she will not have much access to the tacsoft node, other than the data link, or I would ask her to watch out for me!”. @self:An AI trying to run on a bionode. What a concept! Of course Frankenhunter was supposed to be impossible too. If that central node was a real device, an AI could transfer there, and really make this tacnet sing! I wonder just how close she is to a real AI? The best references I have right now are MCM and Frankenhunter. His assumption is correct. Even with his head start, and the delay while french accent either hesitates or talks to the commlink, he gets a slave connection request from the other commlink, before he can manually configure this one. He mentally authorizes that connection. @self:She seems as fast as I would be in full VR. Probably finds that it took me forever to authorize that, since I am running at meat speed just now. @ghostPeople[Sprogget]: “You are connected, you should have tacnet overlay now, or just coming up”. Manually confirming the final 'are you sure' prompt, the commlink in his hand finally makes the connection request, so he can authorize that request too. @self:7 connections now. Just about my limit. Holding the commlink out to be taken by it’s owner he says. @ghostPeople[Sprogget]: “There. Manual part done. I’ll finish up soon as I get back to VR”. As soon as the commlink is gone from his hand, he sits back down on the monocycle seat, fastening the harness again, while having the monocycle node delete the temporay ARO. @ghostPeople[Sprogget]: “Not a good time to put faces to names, but handles would be good to put tags on the tacnet feeds. Otherwise you will be trans and …”. Looking at the information for the other commlink he realizes there is no need. @ghostPeople[Sprogget]: “Never mind. Your software is good Gemeaux. She already added a tag for you. Trans and Gemeaux”. Secure in the harness again, he switches to VR. Now having full access, he quickly finishes the tacnet setup on the Trans Avalon, and brings it into the tacnet, then continues through that interface. Since he has to deliberately slow down while 'talking' to those in AR, he does a few more things at the same time. The cutout script is copied onto the Erika Elite, with no attempt to activate it. The personality software seems smart enough to take it from there. If not, he will probably hear about it shortly. Another copy he takes over to the Trans Avalon, and gets started, so that it will activate the same as the other commlinks and drones. @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<For completeness though, to match the tacnet tags, The monocycle is DR, Scrapheap is the one with the face, and the final here is Crow. LeO is a flying platform, main weapon a customized Ares Alpha. Banjo is really a co-opted flying construction drone, but has good sensors. Detailed capabilities available through the tags. I’m Sprogget, but I have no specific tag here. I’ll usually show as an extra aura around one of the drones, as I bounce around matrix side while physically sticking with DR. G’Eye is another sensor platform, but not currently part of the tacnet. Been out of range. Gemeaux, your personality program should be able to interject comments into the team feed, or direct to me, if she chooses. Try to keep it pertinent though, since some here are not very used to the volume of information provided. About that distraction. LeO was to.>> That is when the connection to G’Eye goes through, and Sprogget gets to see Jazz being hustled along by the squad. G’Eye: Res 3, Sig 5, Sys 3, FW 6; Hidden; Pilot 3, Clearsight(4,opt), Maneuver(4,opt), @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<Drek! G’Eye just make contact again, and look what he sees!.>> Sprogget inserts the best view into an AR style window in the tacnet feed. It is not part of tacnet. G’Eye is too far away to contribute extra information, or make use of what they have here. But a simple video insert is doable, to get people up to speed, and pass non tactical data around. @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<They’ve got Jazz, we’ve got to spring her, if at all possible. She’s one of the real doers at Fre∑dom.>> @self:Opinionated|Bossy|Pushy but also Spirited|Focused and gets things done. Plus she is a Dronomancer, and I have not had a chance to talk to her about it yet. @Drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<They are headed for that hole in the wall. Not much time before they get there..>> A timer popups up in the tac feed, showing a countdown to Sprogget’s best guess of when they will arrive at the hole, while he works to command G’Eye remotely, to get him to discretely follow the squad. He does not want to jump in to the dragonfly. With wi-fi inhibitors still partially in place, the connection might drop again at any time, as the drone shifts position. He was probably lucky to get that initial solid clip. He takes a second to inject a text message into the data feed for the Mechanicals C&C center, just in case they do not know what they are seeing. @Control[Sprogget]: <<Jazz Captured!>> |
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Sep 24 2013, 04:37 PM
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Dragon Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 |
@E:Tribes
[September 1, 2072 22:xx; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup] Scrapheap After some grunting and groaning you’ve managed to lever off the rusted grating and you’re able to plunge down into the waiting darkness. Thankfully the sewer is all but disused and lacks the overpowering stench that you might have expected. In fact it’s almost a pleasure to be out of the stinging ash clouds. You hear the skitter of claws disappearing at your intrusion, nothing that will bother you. Hopefully the schematic that Sprogget pulled from the Mechanicals database still holds true and this route should take you close to the hole in the wall… Sprogget Your plans are coming together but you’ll need to act fast before those soldiers emerge… despite the flying crud in the air you can see the perimeter gangers suddenly converging towards the mall…someone has clearly given them some sort of signal and they are abandoning their watch, if there was ever a time to do anything… Crow, Mordred, Gemeaux Things are happening now… Osha [September 1, 2072 22:xx; Mechanicals’ Complex, C&C] Spindle scowls at you and his eyes flare red…almost like those of a devil rat cornered by some of the tribe children. Rat prefers to avoid conflict but if pushed into a corner it will fight like nothing else, better tread this one with care… Cam steps between you both despite your non-verbal warning “We have known long enough what’s going on. Enough to know that we want no part in this! Family always comes before friends, you know that Osha. We do not expect help from others, although we won’t refuse it…we are doing what we can here but I will not throw our people against trained soldiers. Sprogget was told to observe and if possible get intel to those inside the jamming field, not to get involved himself. Everything seems to be focused on the mall now and I am diverting our people that way to help if they can, but I doubt it will do any good. I… shit, the jamming is gone…get her out of here!” He turns his back on you. He points out an incoming message to Spindle “Jazz has been taken? What the hell is this all about? Why would they want just one techno? There are what, nine or so of them in the tribe?” LeFey [September 1, 2072 22:xx; Down in the basement under the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup] The sound of fighting is retreating now. Suddenly you hear a low mechanical whine and a very large and intimidating hound drone steps out of the shadows, it’s back adorned with what look like small machine guns! Somehow you know that it belongs to Jazz, it just feels like her… |
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Sep 25 2013, 04:52 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Hidden; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1) [ Spoiler ] Feeling helpless seeing Jazz being hauled along, Sprogget thinks, @self:If they get her into one of those APCs, she might as well be dead. Buried, and forgotten by the rest of the world. Buried … undergound … Something is nagging at his memory. @self:The UWBR map of the APCs, holes, underground, the sewers! Quickly bringing that snapshot back up, he looks specifically at the parts of the street captured in the data. Previously, he had been focusing on the vehicles and their contents. @self:Yes! There, and there. Grates of the sewer|storm drain systems, and … no, can’t quite see, but there should be one close to where they will probably take Jazz after getting through that hole. There’s a chance. But the time! Move it, move, move! @drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<Scrapheap, get over here to DR, now! There is a chance that we can snatch Jazz clean away from them.>> His tone of excitement, hope, and maybe desperation says a lot more than just the words. Shifting his attention back to AR, Sprogget hits the quick release for the harness, and reaches for the backpack strapped to the monocycle, while continuing to bark commands / entreaties / information through the tacnet interface. @drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<The sewer. Anyone got a flashlight to help? Should lead from over there, to just about in front of that breach. Squad comes through, we distract, you take Jazz down. Tools here, open grating, wire cutters for restraints, move now, no time, feed details on the fly. Abort later if have to.>> With Scrapheap headed out, the first priority critical path is in motion, and Sprogget flops back on the monocycle seat, not bothering to take time with the harness. The monocycle is not going to be moving until he gets the details needed. If they get attacked just now, he is in serious drek, but that is a calculated / necessary risk. Switching back to VR, he dives for the Mechanicals tribal control system, and pulls up their infrastructure database. The information always has extended well beyond their [semi] officially recognized boundaries. With Fre∑dom moving in, the mall surroundings are included in equivalent detail. Maybe not the mall itself, the hackers keep some things to themselves, but the surroundings are detailed, the information should be gold. Quickly locating the position of the wall breach, he looks for access to the underground infrastructure. @self:Yes! There! Tracing the path back from that point, to the entrance he had pointed Scrapheap to, he verifies that the route should be clear. Grabbing a snapshot of the route and surroundings, he copies it to Scrapheaps commlink, then moves to incorporate it into Scrapheaps AR display, along with a copy of the timer estimate that is going to drop with tacnet. @self:Nice that I own these slaved comms right now. Speeds things up. @Scrapheap[Sprogget]: <<Here is the best data from the tribe database. I am going to try to slow that squad down, but don’t count on any extra time.>> Sprogget is about to tell Scrapheap, that he is going to turn off wireless when the tacnet connection is going down, but hesitates. The AK that Scrapheap is using is skinlinked, but the googles are not. In the sewer, the extra risk of having an active signal seems less than the benefit of keeping the vision, and audio, sensor enhancements. Especially since that signal is not going very far anyway, with the ground making a fairly effective barrier. He settles for setting up a reset for the signal level, and a script that will turn it down to minimum range. @Scrapheap[Sprogget]: <<Going to lose tacnet down there. Instead of letting it glitch out, I am cutting it clean, and reducing comm signal power. Hit {this} icon when you get in position, so we can try to reconnect.>> After the almost grunt of acknowledgement, he removes the commlink from the team tacnet, triggers a minimally delay on the script to reduce the signal power, then commands the commlink to immediately unslave itself from his bionode. As the node separates, then fades from his view, he thinks, @self:Scrap is on his own now. Until he gets close to the surface at the other end. Next, get contact with Jazz. Then he notices that the drone sensors are showing the gangers moving away from the perimeter they have been maintaining / guarding. @self:What are they doing now? Ignoring that for the moment, Sprogget shifts over to slaved Banjo node, and sets up the instructions to get the blimped sensor placement platform started searching for Jazz’s hidden bionode, providing a link to the location information provided by G’Eye. @self:There! Between G’Eye physical spotting, Banjo searching with radio signal scanner, helped by the ECCM on the sensor, I should have a node location quickly. Even if the remaining Fre∑dom wi-fi inhibitors are blocking Jazz from a direct connection, this should find her. Then I can use G’Eye to make actual contact past the blocks. Meanwhile … |
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Sep 25 2013, 04:57 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Mechanicals’ Complex, C&C CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Active; SIN: Florence Darkwind (R4) Oyl @self:Known what long enough? At Cam's comment about family before friends, Oyl has a acid comment ready about that not meaning that friends get deserted at the first sign of trouble. Delivering information through the sprites is really minimal risk. And that still has not answered the question about the magical support is being used. Astral scouting could give a major boost to the hackers effectiveness against intruders. The news that the jamming is down though stops her before she can say anything. They should now have enough real control to supply support, and she is not going to endanger Senaka and his group by distracting appropriately effective efforts. The 'get her out' though, that is not going to happen. She stiffens, @Leadership[Oyl]: “We'll continue this later, but I'm staying”. Turning to those that came with her, she gets them moving out, holding back the most computer knowledgeable of the bunch. Bit's handle is pure Mechanicals, but it has multiple meanings. @Leadership[Oyl]: “We are staying”. With a glare to show she means it. For Cam, she signals, "Watching, not interfere real work". Leaning over, and controlling her voice to just reach her shanghaied expert, she gives quick instructions, @Bit[Oyl]: “Tell me what the screens are saying, keep me updated”. The dwarf nods, and an icon quickly shows up in Oyl's view. A set of old style headphones, overlaid with Bit's drill bit logo. Accepting the ARO, she thinks, @self:Slot, I should have thought of that much! The private connection established, Bit starts a running voice over commentary using her subvocal microphone, while feeding images, and sets of windows through her commlink, to the contact lenses. Some of the commentary is somewhat more technical and detailed than it really needs to be, but she has been around Senaka enough to get the gist. She does not interrupt with questions, or advice on the appropriate level of detail. She limits herself to trying to understand the context and implications of the supplied data, and moving some of the AR windows around for her own convenience after Bit has placed them, keeping the video feed from Sprogget's group where she can glance at it occasionally, while Bit is telling her about the other things that Cam is doing, and the resources that are being moved around. Bit To an observer, Osha would appear to be quite relaxed, only moving her hands occasionally to adjust the AR windows. Her eyes give the lie to that. Jumping around to look at the new and old windows as information is added or updated. Bit is the one that looks as busy as she really is. Her hands twitch constantly, as she uses the AR interfaces to collect the data, organize, package it, and feed it to Oyl's personal display, while providing the simplified explanations. She has to extend herself, but at the same time, this is what she enjoys best, when not involved with an intricate bit of technopunk work on a piece of electronics. She does wish she could do this from VR, but as unwanted guests, and extra bodies in the control center, trying to appropriate one of the chairs intended for that would not be accepted. Best to do the best she can standing out of the way against the wall with Oyl. Oyl Focusing first on the information about and from Sprogget, @self:He is still safe! Tacnet, the drones, where did he get those? LeO, Banjo, I don't recognize them, Scrapheap, Crow, who's that? not Mechanical, not Fre∑dom, fuzzy looking 3D density map of the armed vehicles and surroundings, They do not look any better here than in the low light image sent earlier Then switching to other Mechanicals sensor data, and the people being moved around by Cam. A detailed overhead map of the area around the tribes home complex, shifted and zoomed in to show the hackers mall, especially the space between the complex and the mall. The previous jamming boundary is shown, and Oyl notes that some of the Mechanicals people tagged on it are already quite close to that boundary so he was not leaving Sprogget's group totally unsupported. Well looks more like ready to take advantage, if something useful happened there, but not committing anything either. Not really support. The map also shows the holes in the sensor networks, from the previous infrastructure damage, slowly flashing a dull red Drek, they were really cutting things up there!. The information about the hacker sensor network is flagged as estimated, as of, and no current data. There is a small text in the corner, cycling between yellow, to dull then bright orange and back saying, the live sensors are still suspect, and may be comprised Oh, that is why so much of the information shown is double tagged! Sensor detected, and verified by eyes. Back to new data from Sprogget, Gemeaux, Mordred added to the tacnet Where are these people coming from? The image of Jazz being forced through the mall corridor Jazz! She is not just another member of Fre∑dom. She handles the administration for about half of what gets done over there! The sudden flurry of activity around Spoggets punked monocycle, then Scrapheap moving like he's late for a hot date, and down into the Sewer before losing contact what? The Spined Drakes tentative icons shifting around. Nothing new seems to be happening there, so Bit starts to switch to other ongoing activities, when a new message comes through from Sprogget, and Bit immediately routes it to her display. No voice over is needed for this. @Control[Sprogget]: <<Assessment: Military group pulling out. Spined Drakes preparing to loot mall, and bash anything hacker related. Opportunity: With them pulling together to swarm into the breach, access available to other entrances. Get in ahead of them, and use the hole as a choke point, kill zone. Info: You **may** have contact with Fre∑dom control shortly. Repeater with laser link (mall side) being placed. Coordinate -- ⚙.>> Oyl looks past the AR data windows, giving Cam a glare. If he looks her way, he is going to get a blast from body language messaging, "Action! They attacked both tribes". |
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Sep 25 2013, 05:06 AM
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Moving Target Group: Members Posts: 619 Joined: 12-October 12 From: Calgary, AB Member No.: 56,960 |
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Hidden; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1) [ Spoiler ] Another look at the tacnet sensor data, shows that yes, the icons tagged as gangers on tacnet are moving away from their perimeter positions. @self:If they got a signal, there would be no need to gather for a chat. They are not going to all fit in those APCs, even if that returning squad means the others are ready to leave. Loot the mall and rage on remaining hackers? That’s likely|probably|bad news! C&C is seeing this, but are they understanding? Them first. If they start moving, they have a chance to ambush a whole bunch of Spined Drakes that have been taking pot shots at both tribes all afternoon! Composing a quick message, with his current understanding, and idea, he fires it off with the live outgoing sensor feed, tagged to immediately show to any live people on duty, not just get filed with the data stream. That done, he sees about getting the promised link to the hackers activated. Talking can be done at meat speeds, so he shifts his attention back to the physical world around the monocycle, still keeping the tacnet information up, and few of his own reference windows. While talking to the team about his interpretation of the movement, and Gemeaux about the repeater, he keeps his hands busy, straightening the tools dislodged in his haste to get the tool Scrapheap could use to help with the grate. Not wasting time, but not frenzied either, he puts the toolkit back in the backpack, and makes sure that things are properly fastened down again. @drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<It looks to me like the gangers are pulling in toward the hole blasted in the wall, and I already showed you some of the military coming out with Jazz. I think that means the milspec group is planning to pull out, and when they do the Spined Drakes are going to swarm the mall, looting and killing. I told C&C that, plus Gemeaux, even with the jamming down, there does not seem to be any contact with those in the mall. I think hope that with the damage done, their own protection is blocking them. We need that repeater active soonest, to find out. Setup at the nearest line of sight location you can find, and get it active. If some of the more technical are watching, it could draw attention, but with that shrinking perimeter, we can follow, moving away. Please hurry, it could be very important to get our C&C talking to anybody in control over there.>> Sprogget heard a muttered word or 2 in French, as the shadow of a man moves hastily off a short distance, digging some gear out from under the disguising suit. It sounded sort of self derogatory, like he had failed to do something, and had been reminded of it. @self:Well at least that did not need any convincing. Finishing buckling the safety harness, he is ready to get moving. Back in VR, he sets DR to follow the lead of Crow and Mordred. He has a lot more things to do in the next couple of minutes. The monocycle will have to handle the situation as best it can. With the autosoft, it is more discrete than he is anyway. To bad he has not managed to get back to the shop, to install the chameleon coating. That could be used to either enhance the steampunking, or make the whole monocycle as close to invisible as pure technology is capable. Checking the sensors, they gangers are still pulling back. @self:If they keep packing together, you could throw a rock and hit 3 of them. I hope they do not crowd the entrance when Jazz is coming out. Or maybe I do. That could be one more thing to have the squads attention on when Scrapheap is ready to keep that date. I’ll have to rib him later about his technique for picking up a girl! ‘I’ll crawl through a sewer for you!’ Not wanting to take the time for slow voice speed conversation, Sprogget dumps a summary of the tentative plan to cause a distraction to a file, attaching links to the information about LeO’s capabilities, the modified Ares Alpha, the sensor map that Banjo had done of the APC with UWBR, and the infrastructure information showing where Scrapheap could intercept the squad. If he had enough time. @drakehunters[Sprogget]: <<Tentative plan summary for causing a distraction to give Scrapheap a good chance of grabbing Jazz and getting out again in one piece. 2 main options. 1) If the squad is bringing Jazz close enough to the sewer grate on their own, have LeO target the APCs. - As a mechanic, I think I see a weak spot in those vehicles, even with the armor. I figure that if LeO focus everything he can on that spot, a lot of damage is going to get through, maybe even total it. Timed right, that could get **everyone’s** attention off of Jazz, and on the APC. 2) If the path is too far off for a direct extract, the Ares Alpha has some pepper punch grenades. Lob them in a little offside, could get them to move over enough. From the drone pictures, they don’t seem to be using full chem gear, just respirators. They are not going to have time to figure out what the gas is either. Then scatter untargeted fire to keep their attention, and give Sprogget time to get Jazz clear. Other options? The weak spot data is available, if you have something strong enough to finish them off, if the first blast is not quite enough. After that, it looks like open season on anything moving, until we have to get clear. I have more work to do NOW, but will be listening, if you have ideas.>> Dropping the file into the tacnet display, where they can see enough to know what it is about, he collects the data that Banjo has waiting for him, and jumps over to G’Eye’s node. @self:It’s past time to talk to Jazz, if I can. But things are happening that affect multiple people too. The other drones can wait a few more seconds. They are fast enough to catch up. The camera shows the back of a dejected looking Jazz, surrounded by the squad of intruders. He extends his perception through the local matrix area, looking for any hint of other icons. Tentatively finding nothing, he focuses on Jazz’s node, that Banjo had identified for him. Looking for connection information, and making as sure as he can that it is really Jazz there, not some other hidden node close enough to confuse Banjo. He gets the access information, and Daedalus is assuring him that yes, that node is another follower/adherent to machine tinkering and inventions. That will have to do. He sends a connection request, with a text message, a polite knock on the virtual door. @Jazz[Sprogget]: <<Hey there grandma. Looks like the wolves have invited you to lunch. Would you like to make other dinner plans? -- ⚙.>> |
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