@ E:Tribes
[September 1, 2072 22:xx; Sewers outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup]
PAN - Hidden ; SIN - Maximilien Danton
Three tunnels. Three thermal smoke grenades. A simple egress, and a job well done.
Gemeaux fetches a thermal smoke grenade and hands it to Scrapheap. He draws a second and a third for himself.
"If you would be so kind as to toss that down one tunnel? I shall take care of the others. With any luck, we can at least split our pusuers up."
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@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)
At Mordred's question, Sprogget thinks,
@self:Need to fill in a few gaps. He does not know about Oyl, and Sprites|Spirits activities do not show up well on tacnet sensors.
@Mordred[Sprogget]: «Latest indication is that the squad is pulling out in a hurry, but I have lost access to their communications feeds. I had a tool get through their security, and pwn the Citymaster temporarily. Looks like that took out the other APC, and some more of the troops. The City master veering off and stopping short, plus fireteam that rushed there, and the action inside the Citymaster you may have seen on tacnet, were from a Spirit sent there by a Mechanicals mage. I do not have any control of the Citymaster, but the Spirit is going to try to deny them access too.»
@self:Fre∑dom never responded to my request|hope for matrix support, so they are still busy, full status not known.
@Mordred[Sprogget]: «I do not know what state the mall is in, so falling back to our complex is probably better. Would be good to verify that the Spined Drakes bugout too.»
@self:Although we should get some support to the mall as soon as the perimeter is a little stabilized. If we can safely get them there, even the kids can use fire extinguishers, and general tools. Fetch and carry is easy. Most of them have 'played' salvager in the empty buildings, and know how to be careful around leaning walls and unsound floors. They might be surprised at how close of track is kept on 'borrowed' tools. They grow up fast, or not at all.
@Mordred[Sprogget]: «When this patch wears off, I'll be a out cold, so I can't wait to do escort. I think I can get some help for both that and your … partner? … though.»
Sprogget mentally types a quick message to Oyl.
@Oyl[Sprogget]: <<Can you task one of your watcher spirits to help Mordred {here} to connect with Gemeaux, Jazz, and Scrapheap? Help them coordinate a safe place to meet. Suggest Scrap escort them in past our sentries, if that is where they want to go. ⚙>>
@Mordred[Sprogget]: «You should have a watcher spirit at your shoulder shortly. Don't shoot it. It is a total bit brain, but can carry simple private messages without commlinks. That should let you pick a safe meeting point, and Scrapheap can get you through security.»
@self:Maybe the information relayed from the watcher through C&C, then on to tacnet was not clear enough.
@Mordred[Sprogget]: «The guy you came with is with Jazz and Scrapheap.»
@self:At least as best as I can tell.
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 ]
At Mordred's question, Sprogget thinks,
@self:Need to fill in a few gaps. He does not know about Oyl, and Sprites|Spirits activities do not show up well on tacnet sensors.
@Mordred[Sprogget]: «Latest indication is that the squad is pulling out in a hurry, but I have lost access to their communications feeds. I had a tool get through their security, and pwn the Citymaster temporarily. Looks like that took out the other APC, and some more of the troops. The City master veering off and stopping short, plus fireteam that rushed there, and the action inside the Citymaster you may have seen on tacnet, were from a Spirit sent there by a Mechanicals mage. I do not have any control of the Citymaster, but the Spirit is going to try to deny them access too.»
@self:Fre∑dom never responded to my request|hope for matrix support, so they are still busy, full status not known.
@Mordred[Sprogget]: «I do not know what state the mall is in, so falling back to our complex is probably better. Would be good to verify that the Spined Drakes bugout too.»
@self:Although we should get some support to the mall as soon as the perimeter is a little stabilized. If we can safely get them there, even the kids can use fire extinguishers, and general tools. Fetch and carry is easy. Most of them have 'played' salvager in the empty buildings, and know how to be careful around leaning walls and unsound floors. They might be surprised at how close of track is kept on 'borrowed' tools. They grow up fast, or not at all.
@Mordred[Sprogget]: «When this patch wears off, I'll be a out cold, so I can't wait to do escort. I think I can get some help for both that and your … partner? … though.»
Sprogget mentally types a quick message to Oyl.
@Oyl[Sprogget]: <<Can you task one of your watcher spirits to help Mordred {here} to connect with Gemeaux, Jazz, and Scrapheap? Help them coordinate a safe place to meet. Suggest Scrap escort them in past our sentries, if that is where they want to go. ⚙>>
@Mordred[Sprogget]: «You should have a watcher spirit at your shoulder shortly. Don't shoot it. It is a total bit brain, but can carry simple private messages without commlinks. That should let you pick a safe meeting point, and Scrapheap can get you through security.»
@self:Maybe the information relayed from the watcher through C&C, then on to tacnet was not clear enough.
@Mordred[Sprogget]: «The guy you came with is with Jazz and Scrapheap.»
@self:At least as best as I can tell.
E:Tribes; Scrapheap
September 1, 2072 22:xx, the sewers under the Fre∑dom Mall, Puyallup
Scrapheap let the Kalashnikov drop on it's sling and took the grenade. "Hope so, don't wanna haf to shoot it out wi'more dan a few soldyas wif her on my back."
He pushed the arming stud on the smoker and tossed it into the tunnel to the party's left, then shifted the assault rifle back into his hands and started back to the sewer exit point.
September 1, 2072 22:xx, the sewers under the Fre∑dom Mall, Puyallup
Scrapheap let the Kalashnikov drop on it's sling and took the grenade. "Hope so, don't wanna haf to shoot it out wi'more dan a few soldyas wif her on my back."
He pushed the arming stud on the smoker and tossed it into the tunnel to the party's left, then shifted the assault rifle back into his hands and started back to the sewer exit point.
@E:Tribes
[September 1, 2072; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup]
Sprogget
Just a small wrinkle, Winter being able to override the dog brain, and you note with grim satisfaction that the missile box on the back of the Citymaster is still tracking…sure enough with a flare of back blast another missile streaks out and obliterates one of the drones firing into the mall. The other is caught on the edge of the blast zone but it isn’t enough to knock it out of action and its deadly form advances on the breech. Hopefully the Fre∑domers will be able to knock it down before it brings the roof down on their heads!
[September 1, 2072; Mechanicals’ Complex, Clinic]
Osha
With a cry to the metaphorical winds your spirit leaps to do your bidding, flitting through the astral to reach the site of its fallen brethren in mere moments. Wrapping the shadows around itself the thorned creature emerges from the immaterial and insinuates itself into the recesses at the front of the metal box. There is one foe crouched near it, its aura bright and confusing. Another faces away towards the door, its aura focused and intense, the glow of mana around its hands betraying the otherwise mundane aura as a false mask.
Girding itself the spirit unleashes a host of toxic spores from its viney tendrils that wash over both men and send them reeling. Although the spirit does not realise it, you are aware from the images sent over by Sprogget that the military guys are wearing face masks, presumably with respirators, but the spores are pernicious and you can tell that some have found their mark despite their protections.
As the one you know to be Winter struggles the other grabs him and unceremoniously hauls him towards the exit…looks like this assault may work better than the last! The spirit hurls a burst of fear after the fleeing foes to speed them on their way…
[September 1, 2072; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup]
Sprogget
Damn, looks like the manual override has taken down the weapon systems as there are no more payloads delivered to gory effect…you are momentarily glad that you can’t smell the roasting flesh over the ash laden air…as you prepare to go dark you see Command and Winter ejected from the Citymaster. Osha’s spirit whips out a thrashing thorn laden tendril at Command as he is in the doorway but, whatever the intent, the attack seems to fail as he breaks free and backs away from the hatch. A short chopping command to his fire team and bullets light up the air once more as fire rains down ineffectually on the spirit. Command reaches into his webbing and pulls out two small spherical objects. With a negligent toss they spiral through the air into the open cabin of the Citymaster.
The incendiary grenades light up the triumphant spirit with a hellish glare. You know they won’t do much damage to the shell of the metal beast but they will gut the interior and any forensic evidence…it seems they are attempting to cover their tracks…
[September 1, 2072; Mechanicals’ Complex, Clinic]
Osha
Your spirit is not phased by the roaring flames in the cabin and it slowly shifts back away from the heat into the astral plane.
Through Bit’s feed to your ‘link you see Cam’s commands go out to the Mechanicals gathered on the southern edge of the combat zone and they begin to cautiously approach the scene with the intention of finishing the job started by your spirits…
[September 1, 2072; Sewers near the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup]
Scrapheap, Mordred, Gemeaux, Jazz
As you hustle through the increasingly deep water you realise with some relief that you are in the clear. Your pursuers have clearly given you up, for now at least, and all you have to contend with now is the water level, resulting slipperiness and the occasional local that comes skittering past your feet in an attempt to evade the flood…
[September 1, 2072; Inside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup]
LeFey
After the earlier tumult things became suspiciously quiet for a little while but suddenly the mall is shaking again and you can hear muted explosions, lots of them, coming from the western end of the building. Jazz has gone somewhere and you’ve had no further contact with her.
Thankfully the motherly woman you recognise from the matrix as eBreeze arrived and began to herd people so they aren’t running around like headless chickens any more. She warned against accessing the matrix, something about a worm running rampant through the system…possibly something to do with the Scream that everyone was so worried about earlier? Possibly something Winter did? Anyway, you’ve no particular desire to test either theory at the moment and are content to be swept up with the others and heading away from the sounds of combat…
[September 1, 2072; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup]
Sprogget
Just a small wrinkle, Winter being able to override the dog brain, and you note with grim satisfaction that the missile box on the back of the Citymaster is still tracking…sure enough with a flare of back blast another missile streaks out and obliterates one of the drones firing into the mall. The other is caught on the edge of the blast zone but it isn’t enough to knock it out of action and its deadly form advances on the breech. Hopefully the Fre∑domers will be able to knock it down before it brings the roof down on their heads!
[September 1, 2072; Mechanicals’ Complex, Clinic]
Osha
With a cry to the metaphorical winds your spirit leaps to do your bidding, flitting through the astral to reach the site of its fallen brethren in mere moments. Wrapping the shadows around itself the thorned creature emerges from the immaterial and insinuates itself into the recesses at the front of the metal box. There is one foe crouched near it, its aura bright and confusing. Another faces away towards the door, its aura focused and intense, the glow of mana around its hands betraying the otherwise mundane aura as a false mask.
Girding itself the spirit unleashes a host of toxic spores from its viney tendrils that wash over both men and send them reeling. Although the spirit does not realise it, you are aware from the images sent over by Sprogget that the military guys are wearing face masks, presumably with respirators, but the spores are pernicious and you can tell that some have found their mark despite their protections.
As the one you know to be Winter struggles the other grabs him and unceremoniously hauls him towards the exit…looks like this assault may work better than the last! The spirit hurls a burst of fear after the fleeing foes to speed them on their way…
[September 1, 2072; Outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup]
Sprogget
Damn, looks like the manual override has taken down the weapon systems as there are no more payloads delivered to gory effect…you are momentarily glad that you can’t smell the roasting flesh over the ash laden air…as you prepare to go dark you see Command and Winter ejected from the Citymaster. Osha’s spirit whips out a thrashing thorn laden tendril at Command as he is in the doorway but, whatever the intent, the attack seems to fail as he breaks free and backs away from the hatch. A short chopping command to his fire team and bullets light up the air once more as fire rains down ineffectually on the spirit. Command reaches into his webbing and pulls out two small spherical objects. With a negligent toss they spiral through the air into the open cabin of the Citymaster.
The incendiary grenades light up the triumphant spirit with a hellish glare. You know they won’t do much damage to the shell of the metal beast but they will gut the interior and any forensic evidence…it seems they are attempting to cover their tracks…
[September 1, 2072; Mechanicals’ Complex, Clinic]
Osha
Your spirit is not phased by the roaring flames in the cabin and it slowly shifts back away from the heat into the astral plane.
Through Bit’s feed to your ‘link you see Cam’s commands go out to the Mechanicals gathered on the southern edge of the combat zone and they begin to cautiously approach the scene with the intention of finishing the job started by your spirits…
[September 1, 2072; Sewers near the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup]
Scrapheap, Mordred, Gemeaux, Jazz
As you hustle through the increasingly deep water you realise with some relief that you are in the clear. Your pursuers have clearly given you up, for now at least, and all you have to contend with now is the water level, resulting slipperiness and the occasional local that comes skittering past your feet in an attempt to evade the flood…
[September 1, 2072; Inside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup]
LeFey
After the earlier tumult things became suspiciously quiet for a little while but suddenly the mall is shaking again and you can hear muted explosions, lots of them, coming from the western end of the building. Jazz has gone somewhere and you’ve had no further contact with her.
Thankfully the motherly woman you recognise from the matrix as eBreeze arrived and began to herd people so they aren’t running around like headless chickens any more. She warned against accessing the matrix, something about a worm running rampant through the system…possibly something to do with the Scream that everyone was so worried about earlier? Possibly something Winter did? Anyway, you’ve no particular desire to test either theory at the moment and are content to be swept up with the others and heading away from the sounds of combat…
@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)
The minimally skilled assistants have Spindle connected to the medical sensors at station 2, first position. Oyl reviews the information, and asks the smart software for additional details.
@self:He took quite a pounding there. Almost as much as the biomonitor says Senaka has from pushing his limits with the resonance, but without the stim that is keeping my brother going.
Another message from Sprogget opens in Oyl’s AR view. A request to assist one of the team rendezvous with those currently underground.
@self:Watcher’s are dumb. Giving clear enough instructions to get one to carry messages back and forth between 2 people, neither of which is me, could be difficult. Easier to have 2 different spirits, each one carrying messages only one way, then returning for another message. We don’t really need to track that drone anymore. The rest of the tek has a good enough lock on it.
@Watcher(4):“Your current task is finished. Go {here} to a person {designation Mordred}. Ask him for a message, and take it to Scrapheap, who is currently {here}. Answer Mordred’s questions if you can. After delivering a message to Scrapheap, return to Mordred for more messages. Keep taking messages from Mordred to Scrapheap until they meet”.
@Watcher(1):“Speak this message to Scrapheap. «Citymaster neutralized, one of the rotodrones taken out, other heading into mall. Sensor drone currently {here}. Fireteam that came after you has been recalled. With care, surface should be relatively safe again. Mordred is trying to meet your group. Sprogget says escort them into the complex, if they want. This watcher will take messages to Mordred, another will bring you his messages» After that message is delivered, carry messages he asks you to, to {Mordred}, currently at {this location}, returning to Scrapheap after each message is delivered”.
@self:Scrapheap is already known and with the fighting going on, there should not be anyone else close enough to Mordred to confuse the watcher.
@Sprogget[Oyl]: <<Done.>>
The watcher spirit quits following the flying metal machine around, and travels through astral to the indicated location. Finding a single aura close to there, it manifests.
@Morderd[Watcher(4)]: “Hi! Message?”.
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Mechanicals’ Complex, C&C
CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Active; SIN: Florence Darkwind (R4)
[ Spoiler ]
The minimally skilled assistants have Spindle connected to the medical sensors at station 2, first position. Oyl reviews the information, and asks the smart software for additional details.
@self:He took quite a pounding there. Almost as much as the biomonitor says Senaka has from pushing his limits with the resonance, but without the stim that is keeping my brother going.
Another message from Sprogget opens in Oyl’s AR view. A request to assist one of the team rendezvous with those currently underground.
@self:Watcher’s are dumb. Giving clear enough instructions to get one to carry messages back and forth between 2 people, neither of which is me, could be difficult. Easier to have 2 different spirits, each one carrying messages only one way, then returning for another message. We don’t really need to track that drone anymore. The rest of the tek has a good enough lock on it.
@Watcher(4):“Your current task is finished. Go {here} to a person {designation Mordred}. Ask him for a message, and take it to Scrapheap, who is currently {here}. Answer Mordred’s questions if you can. After delivering a message to Scrapheap, return to Mordred for more messages. Keep taking messages from Mordred to Scrapheap until they meet”.
@Watcher(1):“Speak this message to Scrapheap. «Citymaster neutralized, one of the rotodrones taken out, other heading into mall. Sensor drone currently {here}. Fireteam that came after you has been recalled. With care, surface should be relatively safe again. Mordred is trying to meet your group. Sprogget says escort them into the complex, if they want. This watcher will take messages to Mordred, another will bring you his messages» After that message is delivered, carry messages he asks you to, to {Mordred}, currently at {this location}, returning to Scrapheap after each message is delivered”.
@self:Scrapheap is already known and with the fighting going on, there should not be anyone else close enough to Mordred to confuse the watcher.
@Sprogget[Oyl]: <<Done.>>
The watcher spirit quits following the flying metal machine around, and travels through astral to the indicated location. Finding a single aura close to there, it manifests.
@Morderd[Watcher(4)]: “Hi! Message?”.
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Headed home from outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup
Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Wireless suppressed; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1)
Sprogget has one more message to send before he can relax, and let DR carry him home.
@C&C[Sprogget]: <<Script in Citymaster dog brain has all armed individuals tagged as enemy. Do not release from manual until that has been cleared.⚙>>
He can not help adding a small footnote.
@C&C[Sprogget]: <<Looks like some nice salvage has been dropped on our doorstep. Going wireless dark now.⚙>>
With that, he tells DR to shut off the monocycle wireless, breaking the final connection to the larger matrix that he has access to. The silence is uncomfortable, but he still has the eyes, ears, and other sensors connected through the skinlink. He shifts his attention away from the virtual, and back to meat space and AR. It feels like hours with how much has happened, but really it has been only a very few minutes since G’Eye showed him Jazz in the mall, surrounded by and captive of the squad. His body is telling him though, that those few minutes were considerably more strenuous than any full day in recent memory. Not everything had worked as planned, but it seems that the invaders have had enough, and are bugging out. They are also leaving behind some equipment that will make the tribe stronger, once the repairs and enhancements are done. A little compensation for all the damage they caused. The remaining active rotodrone, and it’s grenades, is going to have to be someone else’s concern. He has had enough too.
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Headed home from outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup
Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Wireless suppressed; 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 has one more message to send before he can relax, and let DR carry him home.
@C&C[Sprogget]: <<Script in Citymaster dog brain has all armed individuals tagged as enemy. Do not release from manual until that has been cleared.⚙>>
He can not help adding a small footnote.
@C&C[Sprogget]: <<Looks like some nice salvage has been dropped on our doorstep. Going wireless dark now.⚙>>
With that, he tells DR to shut off the monocycle wireless, breaking the final connection to the larger matrix that he has access to. The silence is uncomfortable, but he still has the eyes, ears, and other sensors connected through the skinlink. He shifts his attention away from the virtual, and back to meat space and AR. It feels like hours with how much has happened, but really it has been only a very few minutes since G’Eye showed him Jazz in the mall, surrounded by and captive of the squad. His body is telling him though, that those few minutes were considerably more strenuous than any full day in recent memory. Not everything had worked as planned, but it seems that the invaders have had enough, and are bugging out. They are also leaving behind some equipment that will make the tribe stronger, once the repairs and enhancements are done. A little compensation for all the damage they caused. The remaining active rotodrone, and it’s grenades, is going to have to be someone else’s concern. He has had enough too.
@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 hesitates before starting to treat Spindle.
@self:Things seem to be about settled down. I was about caught up before going over to confront Cam and Spindle. There are still a few coming in, but I should|expect to be done in an hour. If there is more, most should be able to wait until morning for treatment, after I have had some sleep and recuperated from today.
Oyl reaches into the medical supplies, and grabs a stim patch, slapping it on the side of her neck. As the drugs take effect, she feels her energy return, and the headache becomes no more than a memory.
@self:OK Spindle|chief|pain in the hoop|leader man, now I am ready give|supply|do my absolute best.
She treats Spindles injures. When that is complete, she assesses the result.
@self:Pretty good|acceptable, but lets see if some mana can improve on that.
Reaching into her hip pack, her fingers are drawn to the healing fetish, without needing to look. A sprig of witch hazel that a talismonger had treated and preserved. Opening herself to the mana, Oyl lays her other hand on Spindles forehead. Concentrating on the remaining damage, she mutters an incantation to focus her intent.
@self:Healing light, Shinning bright.
Let these ills, In haste take flight.
With harm to none, Including me.
This spell I invoke, So mote it be!
The mana answers readily to her call, coursing into her, through her hand and into Spindle, seeking out the rest of the damage and quickly repairing it.
@self:There! As soon as he sleeps off the stun damage, he’ll be back to normal, ornery|contrary|annoying as ever. Cam needs to know for scheduling and available resources.
@Bit[Oyl]: <<For Status board. Spindle treatment complete. Should be fully recovered after a nights sleep.>>
She updates treatment information, and gives quick instructions to the assistants, to make Spindle comfortable, and let him rest.
@self:Let’s see how many more can be ready for a full shift in the morning, while waiting for [b]Senaka[b] to get here.
Getting ready to magically heal others that have already been through the med station and have been resting while she provided initial care to others, she singles out one of the young helpers, and sends him to meet Senaka at the shop, and get him down here pronto when he arrives. While waiting for him, she pulls on the mana, magically repairing additional damage for those that she can treat without tiring herself. Most treated will be available to fill full shifts tomorrow, more if needed, although a few will need a days rest to get back to full health. Each person’s status is sent to Cam, so that he can plan schedules.
@self:This is going well enough, that we may not need to use the Long Haul at all. Cam is currently the one to make the final call on that, but it looks to me like we should have enough coverage without.
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Mechanicals’ Complex, C&C
CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Active; SIN: Florence Darkwind (R4)
[ Spoiler ]
Oyl hesitates before starting to treat Spindle.
@self:Things seem to be about settled down. I was about caught up before going over to confront Cam and Spindle. There are still a few coming in, but I should|expect to be done in an hour. If there is more, most should be able to wait until morning for treatment, after I have had some sleep and recuperated from today.
Oyl reaches into the medical supplies, and grabs a stim patch, slapping it on the side of her neck. As the drugs take effect, she feels her energy return, and the headache becomes no more than a memory.
@self:OK Spindle|chief|pain in the hoop|leader man, now I am ready give|supply|do my absolute best.
She treats Spindles injures. When that is complete, she assesses the result.
@self:Pretty good|acceptable, but lets see if some mana can improve on that.
Reaching into her hip pack, her fingers are drawn to the healing fetish, without needing to look. A sprig of witch hazel that a talismonger had treated and preserved. Opening herself to the mana, Oyl lays her other hand on Spindles forehead. Concentrating on the remaining damage, she mutters an incantation to focus her intent.
@self:Healing light, Shinning bright.
Let these ills, In haste take flight.
With harm to none, Including me.
This spell I invoke, So mote it be!
The mana answers readily to her call, coursing into her, through her hand and into Spindle, seeking out the rest of the damage and quickly repairing it.
@self:There! As soon as he sleeps off the stun damage, he’ll be back to normal, ornery|contrary|annoying as ever. Cam needs to know for scheduling and available resources.
@Bit[Oyl]: <<For Status board. Spindle treatment complete. Should be fully recovered after a nights sleep.>>
She updates treatment information, and gives quick instructions to the assistants, to make Spindle comfortable, and let him rest.
@self:Let’s see how many more can be ready for a full shift in the morning, while waiting for [b]Senaka[b] to get here.
Getting ready to magically heal others that have already been through the med station and have been resting while she provided initial care to others, she singles out one of the young helpers, and sends him to meet Senaka at the shop, and get him down here pronto when he arrives. While waiting for him, she pulls on the mana, magically repairing additional damage for those that she can treat without tiring herself. Most treated will be available to fill full shifts tomorrow, more if needed, although a few will need a days rest to get back to full health. Each person’s status is sent to Cam, so that he can plan schedules.
@self:This is going well enough, that we may not need to use the Long Haul at all. Cam is currently the one to make the final call on that, but it looks to me like we should have enough coverage without.
@E:Tribes
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Headed home from outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup
Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Wireless suppressed; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1)
Approaching the vehicle entrance for his shop, Sprogget rouses himself from the near stupor he had allowed himself while riding as a passenger, with the dog brain driving. He releases the hold he had kept on his own wireless, and immediately feels a bit better as the myriad small signals resume. The ignored background sound and feel of the wireless world, only noticed when it is not there. He connects to the shop node, and sends the command to open the door. As the monocycle rolls carefully inside, he sends it a command through the skinlink to return to the standard ‘at home’ settings, and directs it over to the charging connection.
@self:You have had a rough day too, but repairs are going to have to wait. Until morning at least.
As the monocycle stops, and Sprogget unfastens the safety harness, a young troll that he recognizes, but can not immediately place hurries over, and starts babbling.
@Sprogget[Clack]: “Oyl says to get you down to the clinic as soon as you get here. What happened? What’s going on? Can I help you? We need to get downstairs”.
The chatter places the troll for Sprogget, and he holds up his hands to fend off help and interrupt the stream.
@Clack[Sprogget]: “Wait. Shut down Clack. In a minute. The equipment needs care too. First”.
Somewhat abashed, Clack does stop for a moment, and when he looks about to start again, Sprogget glares and interrupts.
@Clack[Sprogget]: “Yes I’m going down to see Osha. Right way. But first, this”,
handing him the backpack,
@Clack[Sprogget]: “goes on the work bench over there. The contents are good, I’ll unpack it later.”
When the kid still hesitates, Sprogget growls,
@Clack[Sprogget]: “Take care of your tools, so they can take care of you. You want to speed things up, help get done what is needed. Does Oyl let you chatter when you are helping with the soup kitchen?”
Sprogget turns back to the monocyle as the kid finally heads for the work bench.
@Sprogget[Clack]: “Sometimes she threatens to turn me into a giraffe, to keep me quiet”, he mutters.
Connecting the cable so DR can refuel, and starting the long version of the internal hardware diagnostics, Sprogget grins at the vision of a solid troll body stretched thinner but even taller to match the form of a giraffe.
@Clack[Sprogget]: “OK, minimal work done here. Let’s head down? Things have been real busy, so no one has had time to pass any details around. You will get the information that is really needed, to help keep you safe and the tribe running. Mostly I only know the pieces I was in the middle of, but it looks like somebody thought someone they wanted really bad was at the mall, and came to get them with a small army. And paid the Spined Drakes to raise a stink to cover for them. They discovered it was not as easy as they thought, even before they figured out what they wanted was not around.”
@self:The rumour mill and grapevine will expand on and twist that all over, with input from anyone that was even close to anything that happened, but might as well start with something approximately correct.
The kid is not stupid. Just very young and full of enthusiasm, questions, and opinions. Before they get out of view, he looks back at the AR displays showing the diagnostic information. He is not a vehicle mechanic, at least not yet, but he can read some information from the displays. A glance tells him that the monocycle took quite a bit of damage. The level of detail being run tells him that the monocycle is not expected to be used again for awhile. Sprogget is not looking that good either. Whatever he was doing, it was not easy for the Sprogget either. He understands though, that Sprogget is not going to be giving more details, at least not now. He starts up again, and this time Sprogget let’s him.
@Sprogget[Clack]: “Soup kitchen has been busy all afternoon, though not as much food eaten as the people here would normally use. Coming in and mostly staying when things started gettingexitingbad outside. Lots of talking. Oyl has been going non-stop in the clinic for hours, except for a break a little while ago. She went over to control to talk to Cam. Came back quick, and they carried ’cle Spindle in at the same time, unconscious. He’s still sleeping, but the board says he’s OK”.
Sprogget mostly stops listening. He is not really up to keeping up. When he matures a bit, Clack could be a valuable tribal member. He notices things, even if he does not understand them yet. He just can not stay quiet for very long.
In the clinic, Oyl’s orders and demands are a relief. He makes token complaints, but knows well that this is her area, and that she has good reason for the things she does and wants. He grumbles for show, but complies quickly, not wanting to give her any extra grief when she is this busy.
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Headed home from outside the Fre∑dom mall, Puyallup
Bionode: Res 4(5), Sig 2, Sys 4, FW 3; Wireless suppressed; Biofeedback Filter(4), Analyze(3), Command(1), Edit(1), Scan(1), Sniffer(3), Spoof(1), Stealth(3), Shield(1), Tacsoft(2), Simrig(1)
[ Spoiler ]
Approaching the vehicle entrance for his shop, Sprogget rouses himself from the near stupor he had allowed himself while riding as a passenger, with the dog brain driving. He releases the hold he had kept on his own wireless, and immediately feels a bit better as the myriad small signals resume. The ignored background sound and feel of the wireless world, only noticed when it is not there. He connects to the shop node, and sends the command to open the door. As the monocycle rolls carefully inside, he sends it a command through the skinlink to return to the standard ‘at home’ settings, and directs it over to the charging connection.
@self:You have had a rough day too, but repairs are going to have to wait. Until morning at least.
As the monocycle stops, and Sprogget unfastens the safety harness, a young troll that he recognizes, but can not immediately place hurries over, and starts babbling.
@Sprogget[Clack]: “Oyl says to get you down to the clinic as soon as you get here. What happened? What’s going on? Can I help you? We need to get downstairs”.
The chatter places the troll for Sprogget, and he holds up his hands to fend off help and interrupt the stream.
@Clack[Sprogget]: “Wait. Shut down Clack. In a minute. The equipment needs care too. First”.
Somewhat abashed, Clack does stop for a moment, and when he looks about to start again, Sprogget glares and interrupts.
@Clack[Sprogget]: “Yes I’m going down to see Osha. Right way. But first, this”,
handing him the backpack,
@Clack[Sprogget]: “goes on the work bench over there. The contents are good, I’ll unpack it later.”
When the kid still hesitates, Sprogget growls,
@Clack[Sprogget]: “Take care of your tools, so they can take care of you. You want to speed things up, help get done what is needed. Does Oyl let you chatter when you are helping with the soup kitchen?”
Sprogget turns back to the monocyle as the kid finally heads for the work bench.
@Sprogget[Clack]: “Sometimes she threatens to turn me into a giraffe, to keep me quiet”, he mutters.
Connecting the cable so DR can refuel, and starting the long version of the internal hardware diagnostics, Sprogget grins at the vision of a solid troll body stretched thinner but even taller to match the form of a giraffe.
@Clack[Sprogget]: “OK, minimal work done here. Let’s head down? Things have been real busy, so no one has had time to pass any details around. You will get the information that is really needed, to help keep you safe and the tribe running. Mostly I only know the pieces I was in the middle of, but it looks like somebody thought someone they wanted really bad was at the mall, and came to get them with a small army. And paid the Spined Drakes to raise a stink to cover for them. They discovered it was not as easy as they thought, even before they figured out what they wanted was not around.”
@self:The rumour mill and grapevine will expand on and twist that all over, with input from anyone that was even close to anything that happened, but might as well start with something approximately correct.
The kid is not stupid. Just very young and full of enthusiasm, questions, and opinions. Before they get out of view, he looks back at the AR displays showing the diagnostic information. He is not a vehicle mechanic, at least not yet, but he can read some information from the displays. A glance tells him that the monocycle took quite a bit of damage. The level of detail being run tells him that the monocycle is not expected to be used again for awhile. Sprogget is not looking that good either. Whatever he was doing, it was not easy for the Sprogget either. He understands though, that Sprogget is not going to be giving more details, at least not now. He starts up again, and this time Sprogget let’s him.
@Sprogget[Clack]: “Soup kitchen has been busy all afternoon, though not as much food eaten as the people here would normally use. Coming in and mostly staying when things started getting
Sprogget mostly stops listening. He is not really up to keeping up. When he matures a bit, Clack could be a valuable tribal member. He notices things, even if he does not understand them yet. He just can not stay quiet for very long.
In the clinic, Oyl’s orders and demands are a relief. He makes token complaints, but knows well that this is her area, and that she has good reason for the things she does and wants. He grumbles for show, but complies quickly, not wanting to give her any extra grief when she is this busy.
@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)
When Senaka is brought down from the shop, walking slowly and more carefully that usual, she quickly gets him laying down, and hooked up to position 2 of station 1. The medical sensors mostly confirm what the biomonitor reported, but give additional detail, and recommendations for treatment. Combining that with her own knowledge, she treats the damage. Assessing the result, she is not pleased.
@self:I’ve been doing better than that all afternoon. I know|allow for|understand that technomancers do not respond quite as well, but even so! Did I let concern for my brother interfere with treatment for my patient? I need to do what I can magically before the stim wears off, to be able to better treat that fresh damage afterwards. I guess bro gets to be the first where I might not be able to ignore the spell drain. At least it should not be enough to slow me down for the others I need to do for the rest of the hour, before my stim wears off.
Holding the fetish, she pours healing energy through her fingers into Senaka, and easily fights off the effects of working against that much physical damage. Apparently her concern not to tire herself out for the others she is responsible for have put her off just a little.
@self:I’ve been doing generally better than that with the others too. At least it was easy to push away the drain from casting.
@Sprogget[Oyl]: “It looks like you will be laying around resting for at least a day, probably 2 to finish getting over the damage you did to yourself pushing so hard. And you better be resting, unless you have a very good reason not to!”.
Her tone leaves no doubt that any reason he is going to come up with is not going to be good enough.
@Sprogget[Oyl]: “Stay right where you are. I will need to fix things again as soon as that stim wears off in a few minutes. We are not busy enough here now to make it worth moving you, then hauling you back when you pass out”.
Leaving him to fume quietly, she goes back to treating others. After he passes out quietly, she has the doc box rerun the medical diagnostics, then competently treats the additional damage.
@self:Nothing spectacular|flashy, but it got the job done. After he has a good rest, I'll see about tuning|strengthening his energy|qi, to make the healing easier.
She can not leave him hooked to the medical station, but accesses his commlink, and sets it to regularly forward the biomonitor readings to her.
@self:No point using clinic resources when he has his own biomonitor|minder|snitch.
She assigns a couple of attendants to use a stretcher to haul him upstairs. There is no need to use the limited bed space here, when his own is that close. The biomonitor will keep her updated, and mom can handle the rest. Until morning anyway.
September 1, 2072 22:xx; Mechanicals’ Complex, C&C
CMT Clip: Response 1, Signal 3, System 1, Firewall 1; Active; SIN: Florence Darkwind (R4)
[ Spoiler ]
When Senaka is brought down from the shop, walking slowly and more carefully that usual, she quickly gets him laying down, and hooked up to position 2 of station 1. The medical sensors mostly confirm what the biomonitor reported, but give additional detail, and recommendations for treatment. Combining that with her own knowledge, she treats the damage. Assessing the result, she is not pleased.
@self:I’ve been doing better than that all afternoon. I know|allow for|understand that technomancers do not respond quite as well, but even so! Did I let concern for my brother interfere with treatment for my patient? I need to do what I can magically before the stim wears off, to be able to better treat that fresh damage afterwards. I guess bro gets to be the first where I might not be able to ignore the spell drain. At least it should not be enough to slow me down for the others I need to do for the rest of the hour, before my stim wears off.
Holding the fetish, she pours healing energy through her fingers into Senaka, and easily fights off the effects of working against that much physical damage. Apparently her concern not to tire herself out for the others she is responsible for have put her off just a little.
@self:I’ve been doing generally better than that with the others too. At least it was easy to push away the drain from casting.
@Sprogget[Oyl]: “It looks like you will be laying around resting for at least a day, probably 2 to finish getting over the damage you did to yourself pushing so hard. And you better be resting, unless you have a very good reason not to!”.
Her tone leaves no doubt that any reason he is going to come up with is not going to be good enough.
@Sprogget[Oyl]: “Stay right where you are. I will need to fix things again as soon as that stim wears off in a few minutes. We are not busy enough here now to make it worth moving you, then hauling you back when you pass out”.
Leaving him to fume quietly, she goes back to treating others. After he passes out quietly, she has the doc box rerun the medical diagnostics, then competently treats the additional damage.
@self:Nothing spectacular|flashy, but it got the job done. After he has a good rest, I'll see about tuning|strengthening his energy|qi, to make the healing easier.
She can not leave him hooked to the medical station, but accesses his commlink, and sets it to regularly forward the biomonitor readings to her.
@self:No point using clinic resources when he has his own biomonitor|minder|snitch.
She assigns a couple of attendants to use a stretcher to haul him upstairs. There is no need to use the limited bed space here, when his own is that close. The biomonitor will keep her updated, and mom can handle the rest. Until morning anyway.
And I think after that we'll draw a close under 2072! Thank you to everyone who has contributed! I hope to see as many of you as possible over in 2075 for some SR5 madness 
For Tribals in particular, feel free to post flashbacks in the 2075 thread if you want to tie up loose ends from here!
For Tribals in particular, feel free to post flashbacks in the 2075 thread if you want to tie up loose ends from here!
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