TheWorldmaker Posted November 22, 2022 Clone Share Posted November 22, 2022 (edited) PASTOR ROBERT They say Night City is a city of evil, but can they truly call something evil if all within cannot be truly said to be so? I have had many sleepless nights wondering about just this. Night City is not evil, there is evil within, but the City itself is full of good, if misguided, people. These people you will encounter today? They cannot be counted among the blessed, they are a blight to the city, and to me. Client does not wish to be named, nor does he wish for his package to be opened or identified by anyone other than himself, this is his only request for this job, it can be completed in whichever way the chosen desires. He has given me a datashard that can be used to locate the item when it is within 250m, but I'm sure a talented techie could work with that. I of course, have a reputation to uphold, and alongside payment for this job, am offering an incentive, you deal with things non-lethally, and you get some extra eddies. Location: South Night City Team: 2-4 Mercs Objectives: Locate and retrieve stolen goods Call when you have acquired the goods and I will organize a meeting point Reward: 1400 eddies [+600 for completing optional request] Edited November 26, 2022 by TheWorldmaker (see edit history) Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cirlot Posted November 26, 2022 Clone Share Posted November 26, 2022 TRISTAN "KAT" CAMPBELL - NOMAD Head Armor: 7 | Body Armor: 11 | Shield: 0 | HP: 45 INT: 5 | REF: 8 | DEX: 8 | TECH: 5 | COOL: 7 | WILL: 7 | LUCK: 3/3 | MOVE: 7 | BODY: 7 | EMP: 3/5 Humanity: 26 | Wounds: | Critical Injuries: | Addictions: Mustang Arms Mk III | Big Knucks | Brawling | Arasaka Kuma LRV Tristan sighed, wishing he'd sprung for nasal filters as he lifted the last baggie of . . . multiple day old noodles, catshit and - was that a tooth??! .. . from where some gonkhead had crammed it behind the engine block to marinate in the NC sun and flung it onto the pile of detritus he'd spent the last hour excavating from the Kuma. It landed with a wet thud, scattering trash, soiled garments -under, over and otherwise - cans of smash and used injectors along the sidewalk like so many dead leaves. In comparison, the pile of reclaimed belongings from the cab seemed miniscule. A handgun, a carryall and a box full of bullets. Tristan snorted, despite himself. Might as well have been a mission statement for the slottin' city. Wiping a trash and grease smeared hand on his Gibsons, Cat reached for his agent even as his mind tried to figure the work it would take to scrub the grafitti and buff out the rippermarks on the hood. 'Babylon' might be 'Falling' - catchy slogan, actually - but he very much much doubted 'Johnny Lives' and rolling with both Iron Sights, Tyger Claw and Street Queen tags on the Kuma was a recipe for getting his ass beat. One problem at a time. Get a job on the line first, scrub the Kuma second, figure out who was messing with him third. Firing the agent up, he began to search . . . *** Slot it, Gibson and Silverhand both. Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose. The Don was out - too much of a chance he'd be running against pack interests in the reclamation zone and he didn't have jack to add for a netrunning gig. The other one tho . . . Scrolling through the Pastor's message a second time, he swore to himself. The man was a lunatic; the bible thumping holy roller sort he'd left behind when he'd gone AWOL but the brief was in his skillset and didn't step on pack toes. With the 250m range on the detector the Kuma would come in handy, letting them grid search the city sectors a speed rather than having to hoof it, and he could do a grab and dash, and nonlethal worked just fine. Were it not for the man behind the job it'd be a great gig. As it was . . . well, he'd done worse things for money. TO: PASTOR ROBERT "KAT"> YOU'VE GOT A WHEELMAN, PASTOR. LETS STEAL FROM SOME THIEVES. Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drifter One Posted November 26, 2022 Clone Share Posted November 26, 2022 (edited) On 11/17/2022 at 9:26 AM, Drifter One said: RICKY FORTUNE - LAWMAN Head Armor: 7 | Body Armor: 11 | Shield: 0 | HP: 45 INT: 7 | REF: 8 | DEX: 7 | TECH: 5 | COOL: 6 | WILL: 8 | LUCK: 7 | MOVE: 6 | BODY: 5 | EMP: 4 Humanity: 40/40 | Wounds: | Critical Injuries: | Addictions: Heavy Pistol 4D6 | ROF 2 | Hands 1 | Shots (8) | Concealed | Shotgun 5d6 | ROF 1 | Hands 2 | Shots (4): Ugghhhhhhh..... Ricky stirred and as he rolled over he tumbled from the stained, cracked leather couch, hitting the hard floor of his conapt with a thud. Jeezus Christ... he cursed as empty bottles clattered and crashed around him. Ricky sat up, back against the couch and rubbed his head, sore from and overindulgent evening and his hair messy and crusty with dried Stylocream. He paused for a moment, his arms resting over his knees as he surveyed the mess around him. He was living like a bum, and he knew it. He struggled since he and his wife had separated and he was forced to rent this shoebox whilst things "sorted out". Standing with a grunt, Ricky kicked some empty vials out of his path as he stumbled to the bathroom. He was still fully dressed from the night before, even still had his overcoat on. Get a grip... he muttered to himself as he reached out and waved his hand in front of the shower control. Hot streams of water immediately fell from the shower head, steam filling up the small room immediately. Ricky began to peel off his dirty clothes. The shower came as warm relief to Ricky as the hot water seemed to wash away his foggy head and the grime of Night City which just seemed to stick to his skin. He had lathered up with soap and washed it away and was now just standing under the stream of warmth as it soothed all his aches and stresses. bbzzzzzz....Hot water quota limits reached. Terminating...bzzzttt came a static ridded synthesized voice and the shower abruptly stopped. Ricky sighed heavily. Exiting the shower booth, Ricky quickly dried himself and dressed in his usual white shirt and dark brown suit. Pouring a quick pick-me-up of whiskey and drinking it in one gulp, Ricky heard the familiar beeping sound of his agent. Where the **** is it... he swore, rummaging through cushions and empty glasses and all manner of other untidied items, much like a scavenger on a rubbish tip. Eventually he exhaled with relief as he found his agent, but slumped back on the sofa in disappointment, it was not Renee calling to offer reconciliation. It was the job boards, pinging with the latest gigs. Ricky was a cop, but cops got paid pittance and he found he was struggling more than ever, Since his split from Renee, he had to support himself as well as her and their son, Jack. He had already been declined three times for promotion this year; he was beginning to feel the precinct were trying to stifle his progression. He had toyed with the idea of pimping himself out to private clients for some time now, just to make ends meet, which is why he had signed up to these damned job boards in the first place. His finger hovered over the screen for a prolonged period until finally it dropped and pressed the "Accept" button. His agent immediately connected to the fixer who had posted the gig. It was a recorded message which at the end, asked Ricky to leave contact details, where if chosen the fixer, one "Pastor Robert", would be in touch. After leaving his details, Ricky terminated the call. All in the good service of the Lord. he told himself. He turned to the coffee table and pushed some debris aside and grabbed an upturned photo frame. He stared at it for a long time, the picture of his wife, Renee and their son, Jack. He kissed the picture and set it upright on the table. I'll make this right, Baby. I promise. Edited November 26, 2022 by Drifter One (see edit history) Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grendel Posted November 26, 2022 Clone Share Posted November 26, 2022 LADY KOI (Akari) - FIXER Head Armor: 11 | Body Armor: 11 | Shield: 00 | HP: 40 INT: 7 | REF: 6 | DEX: 6 | TECH: 4 | COOL: 8 | WILL: 7 | LUCK: 4/4 | MOVE: 7 | BODY: 5 | EMP: 7/8 Humanity: 73 | Critical Injuries: 0 | Perception: +13 | Evasion: +10 Heavy Handgun | +10 skill | 3d6 damage | 8 standard ammo | 2 RoF | 1 handed | Concealable Akari was up at noon, a reasonable hour considering how late she had been hustling for some euros by trying to close some deals. Unfortunately, luck was not with her last night and she returned home to crash on her bed, exhausted. In the morning she stripped for a quick shower, missing the opportunities she’s had in the past to soak in a real bath for some time, and then dressed casually: converse and ankle socks (with a little lace folded over, of course), a pleated skirt, t-shirt and blouse with her oversized armorjack hoodie over it all. Looking in the mirror she lamented that it made her look 16, but that was sometimes an asset in her line of work. Ready to go, she checked her Agent to see where she was going and the messages from Pastor and Don popped up. No violence, huh? She thought. She knew Pastor at least pretended to abhor her profession, but if he wanted no violence he was going to need someone… persuasive. She tapped out a quick response. Text Non violence is my thing, need a face for this job? Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mattilald Posted November 27, 2022 Clone Share Posted November 27, 2022 Rosalie - Media Head Armor: 11 | Body Armor: 11 | Shield: 00 | HP: 40 INT: 8 | REF: 7 | DEX: 6 | TECH: 7 | COOL: 8 | WILL: 8 | LUCK: 5 | MOVE: 4 | BODY: 3 | EMP: 6 Humanity: 60 | Wounds: 0 | Critical Injuries: 0 | Addictions: 0 Heavy Pistol Belt Holster Skill: Handgun Damage: 3d6 Magazine Size: 8 RoF: 2 Hands: 1 | Combat Knife Bayonett Skill: Melee Damage: 1d6 Hands: 1 | It was a long night, Mercedes hasn't had any sleep yet but this wasn't all that unnusual for her. Researching leads on the Net and sifting thru the storries in the Data Pool, tended to take time. Despite being used to, she was surpirsed what time it was, when she got the messages. The idea of investigating for information while beig payed by someone else was appealing, but working for Don Luca was a non-starter. It smelled of organized crime, and working for them was an open invitation for blackmail and smear campaigns. She opted to the pastor instead. She was on borad with the princile idea of cleansing the city of corruption, even if she thought killing low level chooms wasn't the solution. She could just not take the job, but she needed the eddies. She sent a text to Pastor. "Of all the things I'm good at, killing isn't it. I accept the job." Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheWorldmaker Posted November 29, 2022 Author Clone Share Posted November 29, 2022 TO: REPLY ALL Applications are closed, sending location ping Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grendel Posted November 30, 2022 Clone Share Posted November 30, 2022 LADY KOI (Akari) - FIXER Head Armor: 11 | Body Armor: 11 | Shield: 00 | HP: 40 INT: 7 | REF: 6 | DEX: 6 | TECH: 4 | COOL: 8 | WILL: 7 | LUCK: 4/4 | MOVE: 7 | BODY: 5 | EMP: 7/8 Humanity: 73 | Critical Injuries: 0 | Perception: +13 | Evasion: +10 Heavy Handgun | +10 skill | 3d6 damage | 8 standard ammo | 2 RoF | 1 handed | Concealable South Night City? Damn, Lady Koi thought. She quickly sent Pastor another text: "Any chance I can get a pick up?" And included the address for The Score in case someone was available. Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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