A small wheeled drone moves forward, from it a young male voice extends,
"Right now? Were trying to figure out who's trying to kick our hoop and wether or not our employer is still among the breathing and where she might be. On the larger scale, we're trying to find out who is using, what did you call those things? Monads? Yeah, monads, anyway, we're trying to figure out who is using monads against changelings. I've got the info to date on that computer there if you'd like to look. I'm Murrey by the by, I drive."

Closing the door behind him, the big Orc looks to Blaze and says, "Call me Paladin."

He is wearing a full camo body suit that is currently shaded a dark grey. His black hair is buzzed down to just a quarter inch of fuzz. He looks Blaze up and down with dark blue eyes that look like they could stare down a bear. He leans back against the door with a long Bo Staff resting against his shoulder.

"I'm the close quarters muscle, though I got a pistol for when other means are required."

He then shuts up and lets the rest of the team introduce themselves.

Bakatare sighs, glancing around the tiny, confined, and completely luxury-less space the group has bedded down in.

He taps his ear, hearing the dial tone pick up, and presses the dial button on the pocket secretary. He pauses, waiting for Iblis's response.

:: Standing in a quiet corner, Moira takes a closer look at the security armor. It's entirely too huge for her frame and this particular unit looks to be quite ventilated, but it was definately a hell of a lot more impressive than the armored clothing and secure jacket she usually relied on. ::

:: Stepping behind a large piece of equipment, she partially disappears from the team as she strips off her jacket and white blouse now soaked with red blood from the nick she took in the shoulder. Standing in just her form fit, she uses the ruined shirt to wipe off the blood as she concentrates on the painful wound. It heals almost instantly and she then she begins to step into the sec armor suit. ::

:: At first the outfit is ridiculously huge on her, making her look like a rather morbid child playing dress up. However, she carefully adjusts in here and there so that the major sections are in relatively the right area, then she closes her eyes and concentrates. It takes a moment longer than she expected, but the density of the armor seems to resist the strands on mana before they finally manage to enfuse themselves into the material as it shrinks to fit her perfectly. ::

:: Smiling as she moves around to get a feel for the armor, she hooks the helmet under her arm and rejoins the group, smiling at the new face in their midst. ::

"Hello. I'm Moira. I handle the non-combat aspects of magic, particularily transformation and manipulation type spells. It's nice to have someone who can handle the less savory aspects of our chosen profession."

:: Her expression is friendly, but there is always something tragic about her. It's impossible to say just what it is, but her eyes seem to reflect the horrors that have led her to this life. ::

Bakatare
The phone rings about 3 times when you hear Iblis's voice come over the phone. You can clearly hear the sound of loud techno music playing in the background. "HOLD ON!" She yells over the ambient noise and then the music drops off rapidly. "Your dime, what the frag do you need?" Her voice sounds slightly slurred.

"First, don't go home. Some rather unsavory types were hanging out, and they planted at least one nasty surprise. I'd recommend a different local until we're done."

He rattles off the address for a downtown apartment and a keycode, glancing around the dimly lit boiler room somewhere below the streets of Seattle with obvious disdain.

"We'll be moving on to that location as well. I'd also recommend checking your tail when you're moving around in public. Somebody wants you dead, bad. We need to talk. You're in the middle of this, and we need more information before we can proceed. We should be at the apartment within the next 2-3 hours. Skip the party scene for the next few nights, too. It's too easy to find you and get close to you in those crowds of people, and when you're intoxicated."

He notices Moira's new garb, nodding approvingly. "Can you do that with the other three sets? I'm sure the armor would come in handy."

He turns to face the rest of the group, giving the new member no more then an arched brow.

"We're moving out. We can't deal with this situation hiding in the sewers, and I need another shower already. I have a fairly well appointed apartment that I'm not attached to. We can use it for the duration of the run. There's a bed, a folding couch, and plenty of floor space, including matrix access and general security. And food. And hot water. Not to mention that we stick out like a sore thumb down here. Murrey," with yet another glance.

"Care to provide the ride? We can handle the rest of the introductions on the way. Our erstwhile employer will meet us there."

A dance of movement from the drones in the small space and the loose gear are being stowed on a Bulldog van.
"We need to sweep that ATV of yours before anything. I can help if you like, but you know what belongs better than I do."
Rinsing the blood off his jacket, Murrey dons his armor.

Blaze nods to Murry's droid, commenting "our rigger I presume," and nodding to Moira, "I prefer the overt direct approach to the sneaking through the astral, i've found it works better."

after hearing Bakatre's comment Blaze shrugs and states "I'm all for meeting the employer, anything i should know before we head out, like why she" points to Moira "is covered with blood."

"We were ambushed at our last location and I took a bullet. It was superficial but it did bleed a bit."

:: Turning to Bakatare, concern for Iblis on her face. ::

"So she's ok? That's a relief. I hope her friend wasn't there either, though she looked like she could take care of herself. As for the armor, I can give it a try, but it's VERY hard and there are no guarantees."

Looking slightly apologetic "ok... sorry about that, who is Iblis by the way, the only name I have for a contact is Paladin here. Sorry if I seem a little behind but i did just get here, so if there's anything else you should warn me about so I can keep my foot out of my mouth, I would appreciate it."

Murrey looks Blaze over.
"Iblis is our employer at the moment. She's a fuzzy, white-furred changling. she funs a floating rave every rew nights. Several days ago we were hired to find who hit her latest party, when I say hit, they managed to wreak a slaughter using spirits and spirits alone. We are to find them and instruct them in the error of their ways."

Murrey deploys the TADS to begin sweeping the ATV for anything unusual.

"that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. Spirits only, what kind of toxic spirits are we talking about here. Ok I'm all in for that, we can't have ourselves another slaughter like the Night of Rage, I'm truly sorry for the violence caused by us on that night. Do we have any ideas who it was that actually perpetrated this atrocity. I hope that i can be of help in stopping this from happening again."

Blaze looks as if once this is done there will have been another slaughter, this time consisting of those who created the first one.

Paladin nods, "We've got a good idea. Here, scan this."

Paladin hands Blaze a datachip. "Thats all the intel we've gathered so far."

He then turns to Murrey, "Let me know if my ATV is dirty. It did spend most of its time in the van though, so he should be clean. Anyhow... where are we meeting Iblis now?"

Blaze responds looking quite embaressed, "Thanks, but I kinda am lacking in my abilities to read this out, if someone would do me a favor and just provide a verbal idea, or somwhere to scan this it would be apreaciated."

As an afterthought he adds, "Oh, and if anyone wants to get a set of that armor fitted for them, I know a guy that can handle that for ya. I know I'll be taking a set for myself. And what about those pistols? Things look pretty wiz."

Paladin picks up one of the SOTA pistols and examines it while everyone gets ready to take off again.

At Blaze's request, Paladin goes into a speach about whats been going on...

<more to come in a moment>

"hey if you want to lend them to me I could use them, but I think the ones who actually dropped the guards should get them."

"Careful with those pistols chummers. Those might be more than palm readers in the grips. I don't have the fools to remove, bypass or reprogram them at the moment, so tor now, they'll do more damage if you throw them at your target. Blaze, you can scan the intel on that computer in the corner. Just be careful with it, I'll need it later to finish compiling the new data."

"alright thanks," Blaze steps over ot use the computer while keeping his eye on Paladin. loading up the disk he gives it his full atention to try and learn what he can.

Murrey
You run the sensors over the ATV and begin a search. The tension in your shoulders eases slightly when you discover nothing out of the ordinary with the vehicle.

All active drones seem to sigh in unison.
From the MK-6 drone still in the room,
The ATV seems clear, we can load it up now. Blaze, did you walk, drive, catch a bus? I ask because someone knew of my involvement before I did; my van had received a visitor before I even got a job offer. Just want to make we we don't make it that easy for whoever.

"I drove, my bike is over in a back alley outside, its not near the entrance, and I didn't think to check for extra weight, you can check it if you want, or I can drop it by my place and ride with any of you. Your call"

Just wheel it into the parking deck, I'll check it in a moment. With the ATV in the van, I don't have boom for your rike. My preference is that all the vehicles be in transit, you never know when you need to follow two or three people at once.

Blaze steps out to wheel in his bike and places it near the other two vehicles, returning as soon as its there. "Ok all set do whatever it is you're going to do."

The TADS wheels up and begins searching the new vehicle.

"Iblis runs a rave for her fellow Changlings. A few days ago someone summoned up a spirit called a Nomad. These spirits posses a person, then drive them into a crazy, murderous frenzy. As they make someone kill, the spirit gets stronger and eventually splits into two Nomads. Then the two go on a rampage and things continue to get messier. You can see where we'd want to get this fixed up as quick as possible so that this doesn't happen again.

First thing we did was check out the crime scene. Let me tell ya man, I've seen some gruesome drek in my time and this topped them all. These people tore each other apart while possessed... Anyway, we got a few clues from the scene and with a little digging I found an eye-witness. Moira Mindprobed him (with his permission of course) and we got a look at our target. I had a friend of mine that works with Lone Star take a look at a few things we found. He found out that the ritual sacrifice the 'bad guys' did (I did mention they used a human sacrifice to summon the Nomad, didn't I?) turned out to be a high-up Corpers son. Lone Star is all over this investigation, but they have zero leads.

We tracked down the guy that Moira saw in the mindprobe. He frequents some S&M nightclub every night and, from what we can tell, has ties with the owner of the club. We did a little surveillance and found out that Adam(thats the bad guys name) is throwing some party soon.

When we got back to the base we were using, we got jumped by four Men-in-Black types. We managed to drop them all, but when we tried to take one for questioning he turned up dead. Some sort of cyber kill switch in them.

That just about brings you up to date."

Paladin glances around, "Did I miss anything?"

Paladin turns to Murrey, "I can drive my vehicle seperate to free up space in the van."

"Actually, it'd be best if all three are separate. I'm good at vehicle tactics but not when they are tied up in other vehicles. Blaze, do you have a radio, preferably with encryption?"

Murrey
The bike appears clear of any after facotry extras like the one you received.

"The clike's bean."
Murrey finishes loading the gear onto the van.

"Thank's Murrey, when and where are we planning to be heading out to?" Inclining his head towards Bakatre.

"We're moving now." He motions to the group, "Let's go. And yes, there's more to discuss, but let's save it until we hit the new location and get together with our employer."

Murrey sits in the van awaiting the rest of the team to make ready. The unclaimed gear is nestled in the back of the van, where Mr. Fix-it is finishing up his basic maintenance of the mouted drone weapons. Siu (the Felix) is meandering across the dash board. Once everyone is strapped in and connected via radio, he heads out towards the new destination, through several choke points.
Over comm,
Keep your feepers open and your peelers out folks. This is one meeting I don't intend to have comprimised. If anyone so much as sees a rik-shaw following us, I want to know about it.

Paladin pulls out and follows the van at a comfortable distance. Every now and then turning down a side street to make it look like they aren't a group (and to possibly confuse any tails), but he would catch up after a few minutes.

"Sensors are active and my eyes are open. See ya when we get there. Bakatare, where are we headed anyways?"

:: Moira takes up space in the passenger seat of the van next to Murray, her eyes scanning the road above her, anxious of the events of the day. ::

Blaze pulls out behind the two of them, turning into back alleys, and then speeding up to catch back up into sight, trying to keep an eye out for anyone following behind the van or paladin, while seperating himself from the group. "Sorry guys no sensors, but I've still got my eyes on the road."

Over Comm,
Roger that.

The apartment complex the group is directed to seems to be your stereotypical gated building. The gate is not manned, but a keycode retracts the steel closure to allow vehicles in. Several layers below the complex provide parking, and those on bikes are directed to park anywhere, with the van coming to a halt in one of the assigned spaces.

The apartment itself is open and spacious, one small bathroom and bedroom being the only segregated space. The rest is open, and decorated in a Spartan leather and chrome style.

Bakatare sighs happily, shrugging free of the long coat and hanging it in a closet, motioning for the rest of the group to make themselves at home. There is a low glass coffee table, surrounding by a couch, loveseat, and several leather chairs. The trid unit is new, although not state of the art, and the kitchen area is stocked.

He strolls into the bedroom, tossing the suit jacket towards the bed, and tossing a "Make yourselves at home" over his shoulder.

Murrey takes out his scanner and begins doing a preliminary sweep of the partment for listening devices.
"No offense lut after the bast home-comming party, I thoght I'd check."

"wow, that must have been one heck of a greeting you got if you're afraid his home might be bugged." Blaze steps back, and walks over to the trid, switching it on to the local news he also turns down the volume, almost to the point of muting it. Seating himself so that he can keep an eye on the trid and on the team he looks like he's waiting for something to happen. "when are we expecting our employer, I'd like to meet her, I think I shall find this job most enjoyable, at least the killing the fraging freaks who committed this atrocity."

"I'd call 4 slitch's in ruthenium security armor and a fuffel dull of nerve gas reason enough to be paranoid."

Looking slightly taken aback "Yeah, I'd agree with that, what'd you guys do, hit a corp with artillery fire or something. I thought we were investigating the mass murder of changelings, not taking on a corp head on." Blaze continues to monitor the Trid, almost as if expecting a report of the team's attack to show up. "although actually, even if you are taking them on, I'm all in." I hint of pure rage flashs across his face at this comment those nearby can hear him mutter "I will make them pay."

"No corp that I know of, just the people sike you laid."

"Wow, those are some pretty rich, or high up persons. Anyway, I'm in, the people who did this still need to learn they can't kill people just due to their hatreds, or because they are wealthy. I will make them pay for it, no matter who they are."

"Good to know. Guys, we need to decide what our next plan of action is gunna be. I'm all for digging into this Adam character more and seeing what he is about. I'm even more into the idea of waiting for him to leave his home and doing a snatch and grab on him so we can take him in for questioning."

"I'm go for the snatch and grab, but kind of useless so far as subduing him, I can drop his guards like stones though." Blaze looks slightly anxious about his inability to use nonlethal spells, "I can however provide a major distraction to get his guards attention."

Paladin frowns a bit, "You have no spells to stun or knock a person out? What about a pistol? You know how to use one loaded with Gel rounds?"

"Now that I can do, but yeah, I specialize in hitting hard, and dropping, not knocking out." Sliding his pistol out of its holster Blaze looks like he know how to use it. "However, I would need those gel rounds like I said, when it comes right down to it I would prefer my target not be living at the end of the day, but that's just the type of work i usually take. Yeah, with gel rounds I can help, but you'll see me shine most in an all out fire fight, once the kiddie gloves come off."

Paladin nods, but you can see a bit of distaste coming through his expression. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out two spare clips and tosses them to Blaze. "Unfortunately, killing is usually only nessisary if things go wrong. Here, take these gel clips, I've got tons of extras."

Catching the clips "thanks, I know that you don't want it to come down to a fire fight now, but when we find the perpetrators of this crime, we are going to kill them, and when that happens, I'll be there at the front lines. I'm go for picking him, and don't worry that I'm a loose cannon or anything like that, I am just interested in hitting back against the Corps that have ruined everything I cared for. I'll play nice now, but if it turns out the Corps did this, I'm not going to be packing just gel rounds against them. I'm go for this, and I'm go for knocking him out now, that's fine, and I'm sorry my spells aren't useful. I know you don't like my style but it has kept me alive for long enough, and it helps me deal with what has happened in my life."

:: Moira cocks her head tothe side, evaluating their newest team member with a sad expression on her face. ::

"Why do you lust so much for blood? While there is certainly a lack in morals in many corp execs, the majority of those who work for the corps aren't evil. Most of them are just trying to do their job to support their family. In fact I've met many runners who would shame most executives with their inability to recognize the value of human life."