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| Also he had to communicate using very primitive sequences of flashing LED lights. Which would make having him as a contact pretty damn annoying. |
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| The main problem i see with a dolphin decker of either variety, aside from it being unlikely, is how a dolphin would communicate. even if you could hook one up to the matrix, you would need some kind of dolphin speech transducer. |
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| 'Squids? Crawly things with arms?' We emerged into a deserted street market. Shadowy figures watched us from across a makeshift square littered with fish heads and rotting fruit. 'Superconducting quantum interfence detectors. Used them in the war to find submarines, suss out enemy cyber systems.' 'Yeah? Navy stuff? From the war? Squid'll read that chip of yours?' She'd stopped walking, and I felt her eyes on me behind those twin mirrors. 'Even the primitive models could measure a magnetic field a billionth the strenght of geomagnetic force; it's like pulling a whisper out of cheering stadium.' 'Cops can do that already, with parabolic microphones and lasers.' 'But your data's still secure.' Pride in profession. 'No government'll let their cops have Squids, not even the security heavies. Too much chance of interdepartmental funnies; they're too likely to watergate you.' 'Navy stuff,' she said, and her grin gleamed in the shadows. 'Navy stuff. I got a friend down here who was in the navy, name's Jones. I think you'd better meet him. He's a junkie, though. So we'll have to take him something.' 'A junkie?' 'A dolphin.' He was more than a dolphin, but from another dolphin's point of view he might have seemed like something less. I watched him swirling sluggishly in his galvanized tank. Water stopped over the side, wetting my shoes. He was surplus from the last war. A cyborg. He rose out of the water, showing us the crusted plates along his sides, a kind of visual pun, his grace nearly lost under articulated armor, clumsy and prehistoric. Twin deformities on either side of his skull had been engineered to house sensor units. Silver lesions gleamed on exposed sections of his gray-white hide. Molly whistled. Jones thrashed his tail, and more water cascaded doen the side of the tank. 'What is this place?' I peered at vague shapes in the dark, rusting chain link and things under tarps. Above the tank hung a clumsy wooden framework, crossed and recrossed by rows of dusty Christmas lights. 'Funland. Zoo and carnival rides. "talk with the War Whale." All that. Some whale Jones is...' Jones reared again and fixed me with a sad and ancient eye. 'How's he talk?' Suddenly I was anxious to go. 'Thta's the catch. Say "Hi," Jones.' And all the bulbs lit simultaneously. They were flashing red, white, and blue. RWBRWBRWB RWBRWBRWB RWBRWBRWB RWBRWBRWB RWBRWBRWB 'Good with symbols, see, but the code'w recricted. In the navy they had him wired into an audiovisual display.' She drew the narrow package from a jacket pocket. 'Pure shit, Jones. Want it?' He froze in the water and started to sink. I felt a strange panic, remembering that he wasn't a fish that he could drown. 'We want the key to Johnny's bank, Jones. We want it fast.' The lights flickered, died. 'Go for it, Jones!' B BBBBBBBBB B B B Blue bulbs, cruciform. Darkness. 'Pure! It's clean. Come on, Jones.' WWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWW White sodium glare washed her features, stark monochrome, shadows cleaving from her cheekbones. R RRRRR R R RRRRRRRRR R R RRRRR R The arms of the red swastika were twisted in her silver glasses. 'Give it to him,' I said. 'We've got it.' Ralfi Face. No imagination. Jones heaved half his armored bulk over the edge of his tank, and I thought the metal would give way. Molly stabbed him overhand with the Syrette, driving the needle between two plates. Propellant hissed. Patterns of light exploded, sparming across the frame and then fading to black. We left him drifting, rolling languorously in the dark water. Maybe he was dreaming of his war in the Pacific, of the cyber mines he'd swept, nosing gently into their circuitry with the Squid he'd used to pick Ralfi's pathetic password from the chip buried in my head. 'I can see them slipping up when he was demobbed, letting him out of the navy with that gear intact, but how does a cybernetic dolphin get wired to smack?' 'The war,' she said. 'They all were. Navy did it. How else you get'em working for you?' |
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| STORM DOLPHIN This Awakened common dolphin averages almost 3 meters in length and weighs 60 kilograms. Hostile toward humans and metahumans, these creatures use their powers to attack small vessels, shipwreck survivors and victims of air crashes. They also use their weather-affecting powers to reduce their targets’ visibility and their electrical and biomagnetic manipulation abilities to affect navigational instruments. B Q S C I W E R 4 6 x 5 3 4 3/6 4 7Z 5 INIT: 5 + 1D6 Attacks: 6L Powers: Empathy, Engulf, Enhanced Physical Attributes (Body, once per day, for [Essence x 2D6] turns), Enhanced Senses (Sonar), Innate Spell (Lightning Bolt), Magical Guard (Self Only), Magic Sense, Movement, Weather Control Notes: Storm dolphins communicate by sonar. Significant manmade sonar activity within a quarter-kilometer range disrupts these communications. Increase the target numbers for storm dolphin Perception Tests by +2 if sonar equipment is operating within that range. Likewise, storm dolphins can distort sonar signals within a range of (Essence) x 20 meters using a special form of sonic projection. Increase the target number for any Success Tests characters make for sonar detection. Quickness multiplier shown is for swimming. |