Session 1 Book 1 Chapter 1

[Kuri_kun]

Collin took a moment to stretch like a lazy cat, snatching up one last slice of pizza to chew on for a few moments before he stood up. "Alright, those of you that need rides Ill take you home and Ill pick you up early for the meet. Bring everything you need because it sounds like we might not be back for a few days." he says before he stands up, ready to go and waiting for the others that need rides.

[Starhawk]

Venere "Ven"

Character Details Initiative currently 10+3d6

Venere 'Ven' 
METATYPE: Human
B 4 A 4 R 2 S 2 W 5 L 5/7 I 4 C 2 ESS 5.2 EDG 2 M 5
Condition Monitor (P/S): 10 / 11
Armor: 12
Limits: Physical 4, Mental 8, Social 5
Physical Initiative: 6+1D6 (Max Spell 10+3d6)
Astral Initiative: 8+3D6
 

Active Skills: Alchemy 4 (11d), Arcana 1 (8d), Assensing 3 (7d), Biotech Group 4 (11d), Computer 1 (8d), Counterspelling 4 (11d), Disenchanting 3 (10d), Etiquette 1 (3d), Perception 4 (8d), Pistols 2 (6d), Sneaking 3 (7d), Spellcasting 5 (12d), Summoning 5 (12d)
 

Knowledge Skills: Area Knowledge: Denver 1 (5d), Corporation Aztechnology (corporate Security +2) 1 (10d), Critters 4 (11d), Magic Traditions 1 (8d), Magical Security 1 (8d), Magical Theory 1 (8d)
Languages: Aztlaner Spanish 1 (5d), Creole 1 (5d), English N
 

Qualities:  – Custom Negative Quality –in Debt placeholder, Big Regret, Code of Honor: Military Doctor (7 dicepool vs. 4), Focused Concentration (5), Hermetic Magician, Mentor Spirit: Raven (+2 Con)
 

Spells:

13 dice to cast /Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated.

Detect Life (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Spatial Sense (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Mind Probe F

Heal F-4 *Permanent if sust F combat rnds

Increase Reflexes F

Improved Invisibility F-1

Vehicle Mask F-3

15 dice to cast/ Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated:

Sterilize F-3

Influence F-1

Levitate F-2
 

Augmentations:
   Cerebral Booster (2)
   Cybereyes (2) w/ Flare Compensation, Image Link, Low-Light Vision, Thermographic Vision
   Trauma Damper (1)
Gear:
   Armor Jacket w/ Chemical Protection (3), Fire Resistance (3), Insulation (3), Nonconductivity (3)
   Biotech
   Medkit (6)
   Medkit Supplies x6
   Micro-Tranceiver
   Miniwelder
    Isabelle Bourges w/ Augments license: Augments (4), Fake License: Firearms (1), Fake License: Mage (4), Fake SIN (4), (1 month) Low Lifestyle
   Power Focus (3)
   Respirator (6)
   Sony Emperor
   Sustaining Focus: Health Spells (4)
Weapons:
   Ruger Super Warhawk [Heavy Pistol, Acc 5, DV 9P, AP -2, SS, 6 (cy)]
Contacts:
Kadence (Ghoul) (Connection 1, Loyalty 2)
Lys (Connection 1, Loyalty 1)
Starting ¥: 1,700 + 2180 (3880¥) now 3780

 

Venn, now that everything important had been decided wanted nothing more than to get started. She saw a bar in her future tonight. Her apartment, one room would be a better description would be a better description, was too quiet, even with the street noise coming in from outside. She needed the distraction, the noise, the stimulus to float atop her surface thoughts, not dive deep into the I coulda, I shoulda. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone, which meant the best way to get over a loss is to fight for a win.

"Drop me at The 4 Aces, will you?", she replies to 404, naming something of a low life bar with a reputation for being packed and lively with a young clientele.

Edited February 8 by Starhawk (see edit history)

[Kuri_kun]

"Sure." he answers before setting out, turning the music player on which played some new age punk band he hadnt heard of. There was something primal, yet deep, in the loud and continuous beat with strong aucostic chords. There were no lyrics, just a near constant repeat of the rhythm as the pitch changed till the end. He pulled up across the street, looking around the area and at the line out front. "Must be a good place to get trashed." he said as he pulled up to the curb putting the vehicle in park. "You need backup?" he asked softly, as he looked ahead at the rowdy club goers not sure if this was a business or pleasure trip, or perhaps both.

[Shadowstarr]

 

 

OOC

As I said in Discord, if anyone wants to do a little side session to RP out anything happening during the time before the run let me know and I can set something up, please. It doesn't have to involve the whole group, could even be solo. I figure it could be a good time for some further team building. I have a post in mind for the early morning going into the run day so let's try and have everyone at their doss and trying to sleep by 2 am.

Pickle is pleased with how the meeting went. He would have rathered an earlier time to start the run, but he's just the client here, ultimately leaving the operation to the professionals. "8 am, I'll b ready, and thank you all again." Pickle taps at the AR and pays everyone's tab before heading out to his truck.

 

Game Status: PreRun | Combat Map: N/A | Scene: Awaiting response from: N/A |

Initiative Order 1) 2) 3) 4) 5) 6)

Condition Monitors 404 Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 5/5 Barbara Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3     N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 2/2 Ironside Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/4 Edge Pool: 2/2 Puppet Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 3/3 Suit Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3 N/A N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/2 Edge Pool: 2/2 Ven Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3     N/A   Overflow:0/4 Edge Pool: 2/2

 

 

Edited February 9 by Shadowstarr (see edit history)

[Kuri_kun]

That night 404 returned to his apartment, sitting above the clinic with a view of the city. Lights as far as the eye could see. He spends that night preparing, cleaning his gun, loading his magazines, configuring his deck, and getting his software sorted. It was a night of precision, as he prepared his armored black tee shirt and dark blue jeans, tossing them in his washer before laying out the other things for the run. His quick draw holster, his synthleather jacket, his boots, and a small backpack full of items from the med kit to his data taps, he would carry everything because who knew what was going to happen. Best be prepared, or as prepared as possible.

He set an alarm for the morning, knowing he would have the whole day tommorrow, but he wanted to be tired enough in the day to go to bed early, and then well rested before they headed out. After making one final check over his gear he laid everything out in the spare room. All he would have to do that morning is get dressed, do one last check to make sure he had everything on him, and then head out to get the others.

With it all ready he grabbed a shower that night and sat down on his bed with a spare datapad, writing a note, just in case the worst happened. "Aunt Cecilia, Im planning to tell you that if Im gone for more then a week then come up here and read the note. So if you do find this while Im out the next few days dont freak out yet. If more then a weeks past and you're reading this Im probably dead. Dont worry about it, I think Ive had a pretty good run! Really, as Im looking over my stuff Im pretty content with this life Ive been able to afford. Ive got good food, good wine, a working shower, the only thing Im missing is I never found the right girl to share it with. C'est la Vie as they say. Anyway, take all my stuff and sell it to whoever, if you need a fence check my PDA for Holly Night, she'll know someone and she can be trusted. I dont really know what else to say except I love you and please pass on my love to mom and dad for me."

He walked out and set the PDA down on the table by the elevator, just in case. It could sit there for awhile. Then it was time to grab a shower and head to bed.

The next day he would get up about six am, two hours before he would need to be up for the next day. He looked around, at first wanting to jump on the matrix and do some digging, but he had a run tommorrow this was the worst time to get eyes on him. Instead he decided it was time to settle in for the day and just have a day to himself. Some synth-punk in the background as he settled in on his couch with a data slate in hand as he scrolled the decker forums he often frequented, reading reviews on new hardware, watching how to video's, and reading instructional decking guides on how to mod equipment.

[Zaathun]

Barbara Silverstone

Character Info

PhyCon: 11/11 | StuCon: 10/10 | Dodge: 11 | Soak: 17*11 in Armoured Clothing | Edge: 2/2 | Initiative: 11+1d6

Character Sheet

The soppy Denver drizzle falls on the cracked concrete streets of the CAS sector as Barbara makes her way to her apartment building. A quick summary of active devices, more habit than paranoia, reveals nothing of note - a few active soy processors, a couple of firearms being cleaned, the occasional VR-enable persona enjoying a BTL and a few cars woefully crying out for maintenance. Not much sense in looking for explosives on my car when it already blew up, is there. If this keeps up, I'd get to buy some junker to keep my pockets empty, she notes as she taps the door signal several times, waiting for the backported smart door to recognise her MARKs. A moment later a low-hum buzz cracks the door open, and she opens the door with her left hand, the cyberarm's worn sensors feeding back the feel of the cold, damp handle.

Looking over her shoulder for any stragglers, she slips inside, closing the door, and the sight of the worn linoleum of the apartment building and the scent of must and mold invading her nostrils as she climbs the stairs. The mailbox, overfilled with tags and letters for many a SINless down on their luck through the years sends her an ARO of the unread and unreceived paper and e-paper spam and unpaid bills of tenants long gone. With an eyeroll, she dismisses the message as usual, tip-toeing up the stairs to come close to the boring beige door of her apartment, the last one on the fourth floor. One good thing about this place, I suppose, I'm getting my steps in.

With a confirmation of the access log being clear, the door clicks open, revealing the bare undecorated walls and barren floor of the bolt-hole. A sudden thud leads Barbara to quickly reach into the coat and take cover near the wall - only for the source to reveal itself to be the refrigerator, a Matrix-off heritage from the first Crash. "Fragging piece of drek.", she swears a sigh of relief, before giving the place another sweep and locking the door behind her, Matrix and chain aside. While she had doubts that a plasterboard door and drek iron bolts would hold an assailant for long, it was still an edge.

Crashing on the couch, the RealFelt threadbare and pockmarked, she reaches for a glass, only to notice it still holding a soaked cigarette. With disgust, she shakes her head, mostly at herself and takes a swig straight from the bottle. Aight, Silverstone, no need to sweat it, right? It's only about half the people you met are out there, listening to their chips, gods or staring at the bugs in the wall through the wall. And why'd you have to go and fess up about the past, in front of a deckhead, no less. I suppose the kid seems to not have weaned off the whole 'freedom' drek.

She lights up a cigarette, ignoring the complains of her aching feet for a brief moment. Freedom, and honour. The freedom to do whatever you're told to do under threat of disenfranchisement, or go live under a bridge or worse. Honour - Now let's see how Bushido, Viking Bushido, and Journalistic Bullshido work together, like pickles and cream? It's like a joke that has way too long of a setup, and the punchline might be weak. Taking a drink from the bottle, the two boots drop on the floor as she leans back into the couch and plops her feet on the pillow. But, hey. I expected to get asked to get the feeds while someone nabs someone or jam the comms on a drive-by. Warzones, pests, and small business owners I can handle, skiers on his hoop aside. Giving the booze bottle a judgemental look, she puts it back on the table, and launches an AR feed in the air, the DNI quickly beginning to narrow down on the blog of Alex Powers. One last eye swipe solidifies a message to her landlady, current fixer, and former university roommate.
 

>Hey, Dandie. You got your lunch penciled tomorrow? I'm buying, and I got an embarrassing favor to ask you. It's about Alex Powers. XX, Barb.

OOC

Narratively, just going to go for a lunch with my fixer, and then, hopefully narratively set the hoops and loops to get in touch with Alex Powers. As embarrassing as it'd be.

 

 

[Shadowstarr]

 

 

OOC

..After Ironside and Suit's contacts get back to them and they compare notes this is the results:

 

"That is a bit if a tough nut. I asked around and from what I can tell there isn't a quick safe way out of the warzone itself. The warren's perimeter it rather unsecure. There are numerous holes and breeches throughout. But getting another larger than a bike or mini car the options get much smaller. along the southwestern border of the Shenandoah sector and the portions of the eastern seven hills, the walls are incomplete or nonexistent. It would be crossable with a bick or off-road capable vehicle. The problem you have is people who use smuggling are in control of the warrens so the need isn't there compared to the rest of Denver. You could probably get a VTOL in and out of there but it would be risky. There are no airfields or landing strips to speak of. There is not underground transportation tunnels and the like. The sewer and water infrastructure within the warrens should be considered suspect at best. There are no known routes for intersectoral movement. That is not saying they do not exist just that there hasn't been a need to exceed risk to create, map and maintain them.

 

Game Status: PreRun | Combat Map: N/A | Scene: Awaiting response from: N/A |

Initiative Order 1) 2) 3) 4) 5) 6)

Condition Monitors 404 Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 5/5 Barbara Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3     N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 2/2 Ironside Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/4 Edge Pool: 2/2 Puppet Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 3/3 Suit Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3 N/A N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/2 Edge Pool: 2/2 Ven Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3     N/A   Overflow:0/4 Edge Pool: 2/2

 

 

[Shadowstarr]

 

 

OOC

Here we go. Please include what you are bringing along. I do not need every item just the important stuff, armor, weapons, foci, medkits, patches, basic gear. Not too worried about ammo unless it's specialty and even then not so much. It will matter more if we are talking about heavier weapons, missiles, and the like. You are welcome to drive whatever is on the job, ride along with someone, or with Pickle it is up to you. There is always risk.

Time: Sunday January 23, 2067 - 07:55

Weather: -3 C Skies are partly cloudy, the forecast has a chance of snow in the evening.

Location: 6392 S Central St, Aurora, CO 80016, former Tire center

When you arrive, you see Uncle Pickle's box truck parked and running in front of the Tire Center. The tire center it selfs appears to have been closed for some time but it looks secure and has power. Pickle seems to have lost his worn suit. He now wears a heavy coat, a Russian-style trapper hat, heavy gloves, and winter boots. He seems well prepared for a long cold day. When you arrive (assuming you are driving something) he comes to your driver's window and asks if you are going to park your vehicle and leave it while on the job. If so he goes to a garage bay door and activates it to open so you can pull in. The building is secure and he'll offer you the door code for your bay door.

He pops open the back door on the box truck to reveal a fairly packed with all manner of building materials, equipment, some 50 gl. steel barrels, and even a human-sized, 2050's era bipetal drone.

"You can load up whatever you need in here. I can seat 2 up in the cab of the truck there are two fold-down bench seats in the back that anyone else can use if needed. It is not a long trip so won't have to be in there too long. Whatever works." Pickle says.

"I sent a message last night to my guy in the Horsemen, Clyde. He is an O.K. guy who doesn't hassle me when I head in as long as I pay and he loves my baklava, which I bought a small tray with me. So we are expected. I can have an escort too if you guys want. I usually don't have one as their bikes are pretty loud and i'd rather not draw too much attention." Pickle explains.

"Anyways However you all wish to do this..." Pickle finishes.

 

Game Status: PreRun | Combat Map: N/A | Scene: Awaiting response from: N/A |

Initiative Order 1) 2) 3) 4) 5) 6)

Condition Monitors 404 Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 5/5 Barbara Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3     N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 2/2 Ironside Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/4 Edge Pool: 2/2 Puppet Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/3 Edge Pool: 3/3 Suit Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3 N/A N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A   Overflow:0/2 Edge Pool: 2/2 Ven Physical Damage Stun Damage     -1     -2     -3   N/A N/A     -1     -2     -3     N/A   Overflow:0/4 Edge Pool: 2/2

 

 

[Starhawk]

Venere "Ven"

Character Details Initiative currently 10+3d6

Venere 'Ven' 
METATYPE: Human
B 4 A 4 R 2 S 2 W 5 L 5/7 I 4 C 2 ESS 5.2 EDG 2 M 5
Condition Monitor (P/S): 10 / 11
Armor: 12
Limits: Physical 4, Mental 8, Social 5
Physical Initiative: 6+1D6 (Max Spell 10+3d6)
Astral Initiative: 8+3D6
 

Active Skills: Alchemy 4 (11d), Arcana 1 (8d), Assensing 3 (7d), Biotech Group 4 (11d), Computer 1 (8d), Counterspelling 4 (11d), Disenchanting 3 (10d), Etiquette 1 (3d), Perception 4 (8d), Pistols 2 (6d), Sneaking 3 (7d), Spellcasting 5 (12d), Summoning 5 (12d)
 

Knowledge Skills: Area Knowledge: Denver 1 (5d), Corporation Aztechnology (corporate Security +2) 1 (10d), Critters 4 (11d), Magic Traditions 1 (8d), Magical Security 1 (8d), Magical Theory 1 (8d)
Languages: Aztlaner Spanish 1 (5d), Creole 1 (5d), English N
 

Qualities:  – Custom Negative Quality –in Debt placeholder, Big Regret, Code of Honor: Military Doctor (7 dicepool vs. 4), Focused Concentration (5), Hermetic Magician, Mentor Spirit: Raven (+2 Con)
 

Spells:

13 dice to cast /Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated.

Detect Life (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Spatial Sense (Extended FxMagicx10) F-1

Mind Probe F

Heal F-4 *Permanent if sust F combat rnds

Increase Reflexes F

Improved Invisibility F-1

Vehicle Mask F-3

15 dice to cast/ Resist with 12 dice, but 1 stun negated:

Sterilize F-3

Influence F-1

Levitate F-2
 

Augmentations:
   Cerebral Booster (2)
   Cybereyes (2) w/ Flare Compensation, Image Link, Low-Light Vision, Thermographic Vision
   Trauma Damper (1)
Gear:
   Armor Jacket w/ Chemical Protection (3), Fire Resistance (3), Insulation (3), Nonconductivity (3)
   Biotech
   Medkit (6)
   Medkit Supplies x6
   Micro-Tranceiver
   Miniwelder
    Isabelle Bourges w/ Augments license: Augments (4), Fake License: Firearms (1), Fake License: Mage (4), Fake SIN (4), (1 month) Low Lifestyle
   Power Focus (3)
   Respirator (6)
   Sony Emperor
   Sustaining Focus: Health Spells (4)
Weapons:
   Ruger Super Warhawk [Heavy Pistol, Acc 5, DV 9P, AP -2, SS, 6 (cy)]
Contacts:
Kadence (Ghoul) (Connection 1, Loyalty 2)
Lys (Connection 1, Loyalty 1)
Starting ¥: 1,700 + 2180 (3880¥) now 3780

Venn, very much 'vehicule en moins', sits on the city bus, dark woollen woolen beanie on her head, fabric anti-pollution mask on her face... still looking very much like a paramedic, with the high end medkit on a sling over her shoulder. This, she imagines, gives anyone who'd be looking at the entirely ordinary looking girl by the window no reason to dwell on her armored jacket. After all, medics went into some dangerous places, didn't they?

She'd left a message on Kara's comm, before leaving what passed for her apartment, explaining she'd be out of town for a day or two and would look her up up when she got back. She'd left that comm there and taken her burner.

Getting off only about a block from the rendezvous, she proceeds there on foot, hands in gloves, not hands in pockets. She walks into a convenience store's front entrance and then immediately out through the back. She'd been hunted, had friends and lovers 'culled from the herd' along the way, such that the urge to give people the slip was habitual now.

She walks up to the box truck, aware of Pickle's location from her divination spell, Rapping on the window she pulls down her anti pollution mask and nods at him. She couldn't past the idea that he was Kebab Frodo, which in turn had her murmuring as others turned up...

"One does not simply enter the Warrens, it's grafitti gates are guarded by more than just pimps and gangers. There is shit going down there that doesn't take a breather. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with STDs and bullets. The very air you breathe makes you reach for your respirator or air freshener. Not with the intestinally delicate could you do this thing. So, yeah... I'm sure it will be.. a riot of shits and giggles."

She elects to sit up front, finding the idea of sitting in a sealed box without a view not to her liking. Of course she doesn't think this in so many words. More along the lines of girls don't aggravate thugs or instigate violence, well this one does. She wonders who would sit next to her.

Currently: Increased Reflexes (sustaining focus r4), Detect Life Extended (focussed concentration 5), 2 boxes of Stun, both gone in 30 minutes.

Edited February 16 by Starhawk (see edit history)

[Miss]

Puppet arrives at the tire center dressed utterly unlike the previous meetings. Instead of her pantsuit and corporate-wear, she arrived in a neck to foot formfitting motorcycle skinsuit of black leather, the collar, wrist and ankles each featuring a surrounding band of metal spikes. With the weather chilled as it was, the zipper down the front was pulled tight, meaning not a single inch of pale flesh was exposed to the cold as her bike came to a stop. With her outward appearance being so alien, looking the part of a go-ganger instead of a corporate or yakuza hitwoman, it was thankful that the familiar hard-shelled case that Ryoko always carried was slung across her back as she arrived. Though perhaps the mirror-visor possessing black helmet would have also been a clue to her identity.

Silently offering a nod to those already gathered, Puppet does indicate to Pickle she intends to leave her bike behind- if that was not too big of an ask. She graciously and thankfully takes him up on the offer of stowing her bike inside the building- and emerges from the storage bay without her helmet, but also carrying two large duffel bags, one over her shoulder and the other in her right hand. Accepting the access code she offers Pickle a sincere bow of thanks and respect, and moves to hop into the rear of Pickle's box-truck.... seemingly content with not riding shotgun- though gives Venn a confirming nod as she takes the honor of at least one such seat.

After a moment's pause of standing at the rear of the truck Puppet's commlink-icon disappears from the Matrix, 'Naomi Takeda' vanishing from the casual scans of any matrix devices. Climbing into the back of the box-truck Puppet sets down her two bags and unshoulders her case before unzipping one of the bags, clearly preparing for their journey and mission ahead.

"I have no new information, my apologies. My contacts in this city are- non-existent." she offers, her hands rummaging around inside the unzipped bag, producing a smaller but still substantially sized black drawstring bag about the size of her head, setting it aside for the moment.

"But I do not think an escort would be too wise. The quieter we can be- the better." she affirmed, nodding as she unsealed the black bag but kept the item contained within hidden from view as she once more worked away inside the duffel bag to produce a pistol-holster, empty for the moment, that she begins wrapping and affixing to her right thigh.....

Commlink & PAN Status

MCT-3500 Commlink (DR 3, 0/0/3/3) Matrix Condition Monitor: 0 / 10 Mode: Silent SIN: [FakeSIN Rating 4] Horizon Group Corporate SIN HG-55N13-0T834 Like any upstanding citizen this commlink broadcasts its ID's basic profile, including links to various social media feeds, a dating profile, and corporate-modeling portfolios. In appearance the public-facing side of the commlink's node is everything a Horizon Corporate Citizen should be- vibrant and overly-sharing. Accessing private information, medical or other sensitive information does require authorization however. This commlink contains a great number of mundane 'everyday' pictures and general files befitting the identity. It also contains a handful of files and pictures which could be seen as 'candid', 'private', 'incriminating' or 'damaging' to the identity; but are in truth, under dedicated scrutiny, fake and doctored.

Horizon Group Corporate SIN | HG-55N13-0T834 CORPORATE CITIZEN SIN: HG-55N13-0T834 Name: Takeda, Naomi Metatype: Homo Sapiens Sapiens Date of Birth: 28/05/20XX Birthplace: Los Angeles Issuer: Horizon Group Profession: Model Influencer Licenses: Authorization RequiredAutomatic Firearms License Concealed Carry Permit Driver's License Large Blades License Pistol Firearms License Restricted Cyberware License

Horizon ShadowLink Commlink (DR 6, 0/2/6/7 | Noise Reduction 6) Matrix Condition Monitor: 0 / 9 Mode: Silent SIN: Renraku Corporate SIN RCS-45O90-R662 Slaved Devices Matrix Stats: 0/2/6/7 Max Devices: 18 Cyberears Savalette Guardian Pistol Holo Bracelet Cybereyes SCK Model 100 SMG   Datajack Plus     Skilljack     Skillwires       Executive Suite Clothing Suzuki Mirage Motorcycle When broadcasting in Normal mode this commlink's public face is one of a typical corporate citizen of Renraku; reserved and saying little that is not obvious. No signs of her former fame or life are broadcast, no social media feeds or archives are linked and much of her information is locked behind access-walls. While certainly not a 'cold' appearance, it does look professional and stereotypical Renraku in nature. As this commlink is Ryoko's everyday 'real' commlink, it contains thousands of pictures, videos, files and apps involving every aspect of her life- legal and otherwise. This does include her software collection, personasofts and several recorded Sim-clips from key moments in her life that she carries with her for sentimental reasons.

Renraku Corporate SIN | RCS-45O90-R662 CORPORATE CITIZEN SIN: RCS-45O90-R662 Name: Okamura, Ryoko Metatype: Homo Sapiens Sapiens Date of Birth: 28/05/20XX Birthplace: Los Angeles Issuer: Renraku Computer Systems Profession: Red Samurai Trainee Licenses: Authorization Required

OOC & Mechanics

Current Skillwire Slots: 12/12 (Turkish Lingusoft 4, Armourer 4, Navigation 4)

Puppet has brought the following....

Armor: Bike Racing Armor, Custom Ballistic Mask
Weapons: Katana ("Renraku ACS HFV-Blade"), Savalette Guardian, SCK Model 100
Ammo: Gel and Regular rounds for her Pistol and SMG loaded in various clips.
Gear: Commlink, Hard-Shell Case, Holo Bracelet, 20 Stealth-Tag Business Cards, 1 Savior Medkit Injector, 1L Canteen filled with water
Supplies: A duffel bag preloaded with 20 days of Ration Bars, 20 1L bottles of water

 

[Harding]

Erik roared into the parking lot on his motorcycle, the duffle bag securely fastened to the back. Dressed in his signature leather biker attire, he exuded an aura of rugged intimidation, amplified by the ballistic mask that now adorned his face. As he dismounted, he nodded in acknowledgment to those already present, his gaze briefly scanning the contents of his bag—a final check to ensure he was adequately prepared for the imminent descent into chaos, with the mask lifted on the top of his head.

From the depths of his pack emerged a menacing AK-97, its bayonet fixed in place, alongside an intricately crafted combat axe forged from a rare orange-gold alloy. With practiced precision, he inspected the firearm from every angle, ensuring its readiness for the trials ahead. Satisfied with his equipment, he slung the rifle over his shoulder and affixed a subvocal microphone to his throat.

"I'm as prepared as I'll ever be," he declared with unwavering confidence. "I'll take the front seat by the window, if you don't mind. Need a clear line of sight for my spells or if things get hairy." Without waiting for confirmation, he tossed the remainder of his gear into the back of the truck and hoisted himself into the passenger seat. Upon seeing Venn already seated in the coveted shotgun position, he greeted her with a grin.

"Bonjour ma chère. Any room for a rugged barbarian at your side?" His attempt at French, though limited to phrases hastily picked up that morning, conveyed a touch of playful charm amidst the tension of the impending mission.

[zazamz12]

Stats and OOC

Ahmed "Suit" Islam

METATYPE: ELF

B 2, A 3, R 2, S 2, W 3, L 3, I 4, C 8, ESS 5.4, EDG 2
 

Condition Monitor (P/S): 9 / 10

Current Armor: 12 (Armored Jacket)
 

Limits: Physical 3, Mental 5, Social 9
 

Physical Initiative: 6+1D6
 

Languages: Aztlaner Spanish 2, Bengali N, English N, Zuni 2

Metatype Abilities: Enhanced Senses: Low-Light Vision

Qualities: Allergy, Uncommon (Moderate): Penicilin; Bilingual; Common Sense; Day Job (2,500¥/month, 20 hrs/week); First Impression: SINner (National SIN): Ahmed Islam-UCAS; Too Pretty to Hit
 

Augmentations:

- Datajack

- Skin Toner

Vehicles: Ford Americar [Handling 4/3, Speed 3, Accel 2, Body 11, Armor 6, Pilot 1, Sensor 2, Seats 4]; Gear: Anti-Theft System (2), Gridlink, Gridlink Override, Morphing License Plate, Sensor Enhancement (2), Spoof Chip

Currently Equipped/Carried Gear:

-  Bug Scanner (6)

- Contacts (3) w/ Flare Compensation, Image Link, Smartlink

- Earbuds (3) w/ Select Sound Filter (2), Sound Link

- Erika Elite (w/ P2.1, Ticker: Denver News)

- Faceless, Generic (Generic Elf) (R5)

- Fake SIN: Mahmud khan (R4): License: Bounty Hunter (4), Fake License: Concealed Carry (4), Fake License: Driver's License (4), Fake License: Firearms (4), Fake License: PI (4)

- Meta Link

- Subvocal Microphone

- Tag Eraser

- White Noise Generator (6)

- Trauma Patch

- Medkit (3)

 

Equipped/Carried Weapons:

- Ares Light Fire 75 [Light Pistol, Acc 8, DV 6P, AP -4, SA, 16 (c)], Ares Light Fire Silencer, Silencer/Suppressor, Smartgun System (Internal); Ammo: Regular x100

Ahmed had gotten the day of the run off - in fact, he'd gotten the rest of the week off, his manager more than happy to not give any more shifts. He goes through his usual pre-run routine - switching out his SINs, setting up the spoof chip and license plate on his car, planning out a route to the meet site beforehand. As he pulls up to the parking lot in his black Ford Americar, those there could see he was wearing a somewhat bulky armored jacket - black synthleather, lined with Kevlar.

He had his Faceless generator on him as well, with any electronic camera hooked to a wireless network showing him to be a generic elf. Taking up Pickle's offer to park his car somewhere secure, the face shows up at the van with a small duffel bag, containing most of the stuff he was bringing.

"I'll, uh, be staying in the back," Suit says, turning off his commlink broadcast - even if it was a fake SIN, better to use it as little as possible, especially in the Warrens. Doing a last little vit of stretching before heading in and sitting down, the elf double checks comms with everyone present. "Let me know if you guys need someone to talk, I can help through comms."

Some more OOC

Anyone who does a INT + Perception test (-1 die penalty) on Suit and gets any hits can see he's got a concealed pistol - he's not actively trying to hide it right now

 

Edited February 22 by zazamz12
Spelling errors (see edit history)

[Miss]

Puppet greetings Ironside and Suit with a wave and a nod, leaving them to their preparations. Dressed in her go-gang-leathers-esq skinsuit she does not strike nearly the same form nor figure as before- however after reaching into the produced black drawstring bag Puppet produces a clearly custom-created mask of a sort. Similar perhaps in construction to Ironside's mask, Puppet's is more wrap-around with sturdier straps- and a decidedly 'Oni' or demon aesthetic; even down to the miniature red horns and tusks.

A quick test-fit and adjustment of the straps sees her remove the protective mask. It did little to restrain her extravagant 'curtain' of hair hanging down her back- but even still she seemed unwilling to tie or bind it. It would seem, oni-look revealed, that even while dressing like a Go-Ganger Puppet couldn't resist maintaining some visually outstanding 'flair'.

Producing an equally custom heavy pistol, Puppet slipped and fastened it tight into the thigh holster on her right leg. It bared the same black with red color scheme as her mask, the red being saved for the grip and accents, however the majority of the weapon was a beautiful chrome composite. Those in-the-know of firearms could register the profile as being a Savalette Guardian, an expensive and feature-rich pistol preferred by so-called 'Professional Killers'. Though like most things Puppet was carrying or wearing- it did not look stock nor straight out of a catalog.

While perhaps not the oddest thing the young Japanese woman was carrying or doing, one of the more mundane-but-odd items to be produced from the one duffel bag was a large auto-injector that visibly contained a viscous grey liquid or goo substance within. Keeping it capped she slipped it into a custom-fitted holster at her left hip, making especial-caution to strap and secure it tightly before straightening her posture once again; treating the injector with more caution and 'this is expensive' gentle touch than anything else she was carrying.

For that moment however Puppet zipped up the duffel bag she was working with, after returning the black drawstring bag inside. She seemed to keep her vaunted sword still locked away inside her case- and whatever else she was carrying she had seemingly decided didn't need to be carried during the drive in and checkpoint of entry.

Commlink & PAN Status

MCT-3500 Commlink (DR 3, 0/0/3/3) Matrix Condition Monitor: 0 / 10 Mode: Silent SIN: [FakeSIN Rating 4] Horizon Group Corporate SIN HG-55N13-0T834 Like any upstanding citizen this commlink broadcasts its ID's basic profile, including links to various social media feeds, a dating profile, and corporate-modeling portfolios. In appearance the public-facing side of the commlink's node is everything a Horizon Corporate Citizen should be- vibrant and overly-sharing. Accessing private information, medical or other sensitive information does require authorization however. This commlink contains a great number of mundane 'everyday' pictures and general files befitting the identity. It also contains a handful of files and pictures which could be seen as 'candid', 'private', 'incriminating' or 'damaging' to the identity; but are in truth, under dedicated scrutiny, fake and doctored.

Horizon Group Corporate SIN | HG-55N13-0T834 CORPORATE CITIZEN SIN: HG-55N13-0T834 Name: Takeda, Naomi Metatype: Homo Sapiens Sapiens Date of Birth: 28/05/20XX Birthplace: Los Angeles Issuer: Horizon Group Profession: Model Influencer Licenses: Authorization RequiredAutomatic Firearms License Concealed Carry Permit Driver's License Large Blades License Pistol Firearms License Restricted Cyberware License

Horizon ShadowLink Commlink (DR 6, 0/2/6/7 | Noise Reduction 6) Matrix Condition Monitor: 0 / 9 Mode: Silent SIN: Renraku Corporate SIN RCS-45O90-R662 Slaved Devices Matrix Stats: 0/2/6/7 Max Devices: 18 Cyberears Savalette Guardian Pistol Holo Bracelet Cybereyes SCK Model 100 SMG   Datajack Plus     Skilljack     Skillwires       Executive Suite Clothing Suzuki Mirage Motorcycle When broadcasting in Normal mode this commlink's public face is one of a typical corporate citizen of Renraku; reserved and saying little that is not obvious. No signs of her former fame or life are broadcast, no social media feeds or archives are linked and much of her information is locked behind access-walls. While certainly not a 'cold' appearance, it does look professional and stereotypical Renraku in nature. As this commlink is Ryoko's everyday 'real' commlink, it contains thousands of pictures, videos, files and apps involving every aspect of her life- legal and otherwise. This does include her software collection, personasofts and several recorded Sim-clips from key moments in her life that she carries with her for sentimental reasons.

Renraku Corporate SIN | RCS-45O90-R662 CORPORATE CITIZEN SIN: RCS-45O90-R662 Name: Okamura, Ryoko Metatype: Homo Sapiens Sapiens Date of Birth: 28/05/20XX Birthplace: Los Angeles Issuer: Renraku Computer Systems Profession: Red Samurai Trainee Licenses: Authorization Required

OOC & Mechanics

Current Skillwire Slots: 12/12 (Turkish Lingusoft 4, Armourer 4, Navigation 4)

Puppet has brought the following....

Armor: Bike Racing Armor, Custom Ballistic Mask
Weapons: Katana ("Renraku ACS HFV-Blade"), Savalette Guardian, SCK Model 100
Ammo: Gel and Regular rounds for her Pistol and SMG loaded in various clips.
Gear: Commlink, Hard-Shell Case, Holo Bracelet, 20 Stealth-Tag Business Cards, 1 Savior Medkit Injector, 1L Canteen filled with water
Supplies: A duffel bag preloaded with 20 days of Ration Bars, 20 1L bottles of water

 

[Kuri_kun]

The bulldog pulled up a moment later and 404 rolled down the window, taking a look at the crew gathered as he lowered his sunglasses. He then parked his bulldog in the provided storage and locked it behind him, putting the code in his personal files. He wasnt dressed much differently then the other day. Dark designer jeans, black boots, a black hoodie, and his black synth-leather jacket, closer inspection would reveal all of his clothes were armored but at just a glance anyone would think they were his normal street clothes.

He reached back behind him, under his coat to pull his machine pistol from its quick draw holster, an Ares Crusader II with an underbarrel laser sight. He did a final test on the attachment pointing it at the wall and flicking the laser on and off twice to make sure it was working right. Only then he loaded a magazine into its grip. "Loading non-lethal to start with." he said softly as he slapped the magazine up into place and put the safety on, making sure to not load the first round into the chamber. He then puts the gun away, in the holster at the small of his back. If everything went well he wouldnt even have to fire a shot but he was sure that was wishful thinking at best.

There's a pause as he reaches back behind his neck and pulls the hoodie up and over his face, obscuring his light brown hair and face though any that took a close look at him would see his green and blue eye peering out beneath the shroud. He then slung a backpack over his back, securing each strap before bouncing on his heels a few times to make sure it felt right. All of his extra hacking supplies were inside. Data taps, tag eraser, flashlight, and a full medkit just in case the worse happened to him or the others. Finally he set a small case down on the ground and pulled out a gas mask, fixing it to his face as he made sure he could equip it at a moments notice and the seals were tight. Only when he was sure it was good to go he clipped the case to his belt on his right hip. All in all he didnt look much different from any other young man going to university or a standard corp job that didnt require a suit.

That was the physical goods, now came his chrome. The diagnostics on his com-link were done hours ago, his deck configured, and running his three choice programs: Exploit, Stealth, and signal scrub. He stops to look over the others in a little more detail a wry smiles appearing on his lips "Arent we a cavalcade of trouble!?" he says to no one in particular

Once his hardware is prepared his loads up his software, pulling his datajack plus from his right ear as he looks at Venn, remembering to slave her com-link to his own. "Alright chere, lets get you hooked up. Then we will do a comms check to make sure everyone's hearing everyone. Just remember to maintain this connection you'll have to stay close to me."

[Zaathun]

Barbara Silverstone

Character Info

PhyCon: 11/11 | StuCon: 10/10 | Dodge: 11 | Soak: 17*11 in Armoured Clothing | Edge: 2/2 | Initiative: 11+1d6

Character Sheet

Shivering in the cold air, Silv makes her way towards the parking lot. Dressed in very much the same silver coat, with only the addition of a thick woolen scarf and a slick, but clearly worn Shiawase Kaze respirator around her neck, nicks and scratches on the chromed cylinders. The sole suggestion of misbehaviour is a open-faced helmet hanging off of her elbow, stickers and scratches covering it - ranging from long forgotten political stickers to claw marks. A keen eye can see the label 'PRESS', left from the labels being removed, still visible with its cleaner gray colour.

Her hair seems to be resisting the cold wind significantly better than it has any right to - a testament to the power of hairspray. A paper cup in her hand is emitting steam and the scent of strong soykaf, a cigarette tucked between the fingers holding it joining in with the scent of tobacco.

As she makes it to Pickle's van, she pulls up the translucent pink-shaded glasses on the top of her head. "Loaded for bear, I see. Nice kit. Hopefully we don't need it." Exhaling the smoke in the air, she gives an honest smirk at Pickle's baklava mention, before taking a look inside the car. "Kenny looks long in the tooth, but better it carrying things than us." Seeing Ironside put on a subvocal microphone, she reaches into a small leather belt pouch and pulls one herself. "I'll stick around the back with Suit. Give the rest some place to stretch their irons. Is the talking just for biz, or do you moonlight as a counsellor?" A glint in her eyes suggests that it's mainly a joke, but a keen eye could pick up the tension in her voice.

Giving 404 a look, she takes a drag from the fading cigarette before adding, "We oughta stick wireless and radio off until we get there, soon as we do the checks. You got wiz gear, but there's no point in risking catching a stray scan."

OOC

 

 

Edited February 17 by Zaathun (see edit history)