We be Moving, A smuggling game Options

[Chance359]

Dec 20th, 2073

The agent monitoring the public node of "We B Moving" looks like a longshoreman, knit cap and all. With a quick nod, he authenticates your company ID. A small virtual bulletin board appears behind him, listing special jobs to be done off the books. The board is pretty empty right now, only two jobs are listed:

Job 1

Seattle to Spirit Lake Iowa

"I need your help, my boss is trying to temp some investors from Wuxing to funding a new project. He told me to get 400 kilos of fresh pacific ocean fish here in 2 days, he's out of his mind. I'll transfer you 15,000 for the fish, and 20,000 to deliver it here in 3 days." -About to be fired


Job 2

All around NA

"I have 4 cargo pallets, each weighing 600KG that I need each dropped off at a different locations across NA. Coordinates will be provided upon acceptance. Job pays 20,000 per pallet as long as the individual containers containers are unopened. Interested?" -Miss X


The job postings are sent through to your crew, what do you want to do?

[SleepIncarnate]

Dec 20th, 2073

Within the VR of the node, Rifter seemed honestly to be ignoring the agent and the boards entirely, instead off in some corner looking to be examining a wall, of all things. The hand of her persona seemed to be rubbing along the edges of the wall, almost as if she was looking for a secret panel or something. Within the boundaries of the node, she seemed to look like what one might expect a shaman character on a shadowrunner trid show might look like: tall, lithe, elven with long flowing silver hair, feathers tied into the hair, form fitting black leather encasing her entire body, with various pieces of equipment strapped to various parts of the outfit: a handgun to her thigh, a set of NVG style goggles on her forehead, a knife on one arm..... etc etc. Looking non-chalantly in the direction of the agent, she finally spoke up.

"Agent, do you have any further details on either job? When was job 1 posted? Is there a time frame on job 2? What is the dropoff point for job 1? Please provide further details."

[Chance359]

The agent lowers his head as he pears around the room before speaking.

"Job 1 was posted 34 minutes ago. Miss X did not choose to list a time frame for completion of job 2, in clear violation of established user regulations. Job 1's drop point will be at Gull Point State Park along the west side of the lake.

[SleepIncarnate]

Dec 20th, 2073

Thinking briefly for a moment, she closes her eyes and runs her fingers through her hair, playing with the feathers a bit, as she focuses on the necessary code to perform the task at hand, and then as she feels it come into being, her persona suddenly has a worn commlink and datapad in one hand, at which she starts searching for information, trying to find out how far away the state park is and what other information she can find on the park.

[SleepIncarnate]

Dec 20th, 2073

Looking over the information she pulls up on the State Park, she looks confused. "Three days to move something that should take only one.... hmmm.... something fishy is going on with that job, pun fully intended. Agent, what details can you give me on the pallets? Are they electronic, climate controlled inside, or older style pallets made entirely of wood or metal? What do we know about the contents?"

[J. Packer]

Dec 20th, 2073

Padre had a look at the two jobs that were posted to his comm, and looked up at the ceiling. "'Thou crownest the year with thy bounty,'" he says, then glances sidelong at Rifter. "Psalms 65:11," he says, as though she had inquired.

"The good lord has provided two jobs for us in our time of need! What do you say, Val? Can that bird of yours handle that much cargo?"

[Zyerne]

Dec 20th, 2073

Val was logged on from her apartment, sipping soycaf and frowning slightly as she perused the jobs on offer.

"Sam, do you have availability for the cargo About to Fired requires? Also, please request delivery timeframe and vehicle types required to make said deliveries from Miss X."

While she let the agent handle her queries, she answered the Padre's question. "She can handle it but the pallets will take 2 trips. Question is can the delivery sites handle her."

[SleepIncarnate]

Dec 20th, 2073

Sighing as the others talk among themselves while in the meat, she starts browsing some more on her datapad, looking for the kind of cargo necessary for the first job. "400 kilos.... fresh.... pacific....less than 10k.... immediately available...." She paced about the node as she played about with the datapad.

[Zyerne]

Dec 20th 2073

I hate the fragging matrix Val thought, not for the first or even the hundreth time. "Rifter, you out there. Can you run a trace on our mysterious Miss X?"

[SleepIncarnate]

Dec 20th, 2073

"Rifter's not here right now, she's off doing work, please leave a message, and stop insulting her skills. Agent, give me the contact info for Miss X, everything she left with us. While you're at it, give me the same for About to be fired. Let's see what dirty secrets these two are keeping from us."

[Chance359]

Rifter for the first few seconds the window is full of spam offering the freshest fish on the west coast. After filtering and narrowing, you find you best options are as follows, hit Pike's Place market early, buy individual fish, see if you can grab a whole truck load before delivery ( buy or steal). Your last round of searching yields the contact information to a ship's captain willing to sell live fish right off her ship.

[SleepIncarnate]

Dec 20th, 2073

Passing the info she gathered on to everyone else, she concentrates a moment and then lets the code she had brought together dissipate back into the digital ether, the datapad vanishing as she does so. As she waits for the agent to give her the contact information for the two customers, she paces about the node some more, concentrating on the Resonance surrounding her, trying to bring it into a form, and finding that it's not answering her, begins pacing in the other direction, trying one more, and this time the code begins to coalesce into a form in front of her, a slight headache starting to come with it. She tried to ignore it as she code finally took the shape of a giant, ethereal head. "All right, let's hunt down these two and see what we can see."

[Chance359]

"Sam" the node agent relays the following information from his systems:

About to be Fired is a new user, user inquired about special needs shipping and was prompted to put up the standard retainer as well as personal information.

Miss X is a registered user, fifty six completed transactions no negative marks against her by other teams.

[SleepIncarnate]

Dec 20th, 2073

Sighing to herself, that wasn't much to go one, she turned to the ethereal head floating beside her, and spoke directly to it with her mind so no one else could hear. Well Holmes, think you can follow her trail just off the limited account information we have? If so, let's get to it and find this woman.

[J. Packer]

Dec 20th, 2073

"I'm alright being a fishmonger, just lets leave the loaves out of it?"

Padre will put in a call to his friend and talismonger Samhain.

<<@Samhain: Sa! Might be taking a little vacation jaunt over into UCAS - Iowa area. You wouldn't have anything you needed picked up there, or that might make a splash on the scene when I arrive, would you?>>

In reply to the options for acquiring fish, he says "I'm not normally one to suggest such larceny, but I'm skint. I'd have a hard time affording a cup of soykaff from a soup kitchen right now, so I'm wondering what you all think about seeing if we can't appropriate a load of the appropriate fish." He smiles a bit at his own wordplay.

[Zyerne]

Dec 20th, 2073

"Lets not borrow trouble we don't need, eh Padre? There's an advance on that job to cover upfront costs, if we can't clear a little profit on that.." Val's voice on the AR link trailed off as in her appartment she was shrugging to herself. As a thought struck her, she addressed the Agent again. "Sam, why was About to's request routed to us and not handled through routine channels?"

[Chance359]

Behind Sam windows begin blinking open, Salish-Shidhe law, Sioux law, UCAS law, and a half dozen local ordinances filling them.

"Simple really, the legal paperwork required to transport this cargo, the fees, the distance, the client found it easier to simply to attempt to bypass all of it and buy direct as possible.

Padre/J.Packer

[ Spoiler ]

Samhain comms you back a few minutes later, "I happen to know that Johnny Law has been racking up quite a collection of magical trinkets. I know some friends who could use some fresh stock on their shelves. That is of course if you can stand lugging pagan wares around."

Rifter/Sleepincarnate

[ Spoiler ]

Holmes nods at his mistress before pulling out his magnifying glass and begins following the data trail. Through a few dozen nodes, you both come to a virtual iron door with a little metal slid. As you get close, the slid opens and a gruff voice asks "Wad da ya want?"

[SleepIncarnate]

Dec 20th, 2073

[ Spoiler ]

Looking at the door before her, she smiled brightly, chipper and happy, looking like a customr shopping. "Pike's Fish and Seafood Market? Looking to place an order, I need about 5 to 10 kilos of jumbo shrimp, 20 kilos of salmon.... hmm, what else was it?" She looked about at the door as she spoke, pretending to be thinking out loud.

Meanwhile she sent a thought back to the others, which came back as audio in their links. "Yes, let's try to avoid anything that's too terribly shady.... I've got enough going on here tracking down Miss X. Either we've found the wrong place, or she's in a node with a spider watching over, and it's not public. I like the decor though, very back alley urban brawl ring feel to it."

[Chance359]

Rifter:

[ Spoiler ]

"Lady I t'ink you come to da wrong place. Dis here's da Seattle branch of da Outpost." Your senses tell you that it is a spider working the door. the resolution is good and the door and the walls all look very solid. (Node 1: Firewall 5, Response 4, Signal 4, System 5)

Edits in this color

[SleepIncarnate]

Dec 20th, 2073

[ Spoiler ]

She looks at him almost shocked, then nods, sighing. "The Outpost, huh? Never heard of you. Guess I shouldn't be surprised, this old browser agent is about on its last bit of code. Hmm..... thanks anyways." She pretends to walk away some until he closes the door shutter while concentrating once more on the code necessary to bring about some information seeking. Causing a datapad to appear again in her hand, she begins browsing through the Matrix trying to find the information she needs, looking over at Holmes. Let's see what Miss X is hiding from us, shall we? A place that locked up tight means it's probably something shady, especially with the cheap mobster design they made this place out to be.

As she finishes her search, she grins to herself and sends another comm message back to the others. "Oh you guys are gonna love this. I tracked Miss X back to a place known as the Outpost, it's a node built for mercs. There's only two ways in, invited by a member, or the more..... exciting method. Thing is, this place is built pretty damn tough, not a complete fortress, there's stronger out there, but this ranks up there. If I'm going to dig deeper on her, I suggest trying the former method. You guys want me to go deeper on her, or switch to finding out about the other guy?"

[Zyerne]

Dec 20th, 2073

"Hold of on Miss X, lets see if she gets back to Sam with that info I requested. Anything a merc wants moving is likely to be to be trouble so no way I'm taking that one blind. In the meantime, I'll make a couple of calls and see if I can get anything on this Outpost."

[J. Packer]

"I agree, hold off for a little bit. If the answer we get back from official channels is unsatisfactory, I know a guy..."

[ Spoiler ]

<<@Samhain: You have someone who can leg it my way, or shall I arrange transport to pick it up? And what're you thinking in terms of my cut?>>

[SleepIncarnate]

Dec 20th, 2073

"Alright, sounds like a plan. I'll look into the other then." And with that, she looks again at the ethereal, disembodied head with a magnifying glass, and gives him the information on About to be Fired. Alright Holmes, only one last thing I'm going to ask of you before letting you go back free in the wilds of the Resonance, or whatever. Not sure I'm ready to find out what you do in your free time. Anyways, let's go find Mr Fired here, see what we can learn from him. Or rather, about him. This job he's asking for is too clean and neat, I don't like it.

[Zadaine]

Dec 20th, 2073

Signing on to his comm, Asher checks through the log and finds the job listings. "If About to be Fired's on the up and up, I may be able to get some more nuyen out of him. Harder to do that with a merc..." he mumbles to himself. He then picks up with, "Either way, I'll see what I can do. Maybe something with travel costs?" before trailing off again.

[Ramaloke]

Dec 20th, 2073

Adrian listens to the others discuss the options. He pours over the data sent to him by Rifter. The job seemed simple enough, pick up a bunch of fish, maybe at a negotiated discount, and then freight it. At the same time though the job posted by Miss X though was more interesting, if only because of how vaguely it was worded.

"Hey, Rifter, any chance on running a trace on some of these old transactions by our friend Miss X? Maybe some of the other teams will give us some clues about what she's up to. Regardless, I'd like some verification on the authenticity of those claims as well. I wonder whats in the pallets, maybe my sensors would be able to give us a clue."