IZ2.0: Ashes of Phoenix

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Ashes of Phoenix on Roll20 Current GM bennies: 5 Current Wild Card Bennies: Roomy Ray - 3

Opening up the thread so people can dot in. I'll be making the first campaign post on Sunday evening.

In your underline of your profile, I'd recommend having a tally for your bennies, and derived stats: Toughness/Pace/Parry/Charisma/Firewall/Strain (if applicable)/Street Cred.


Bennies 3/3 Street Cred 3/3 Parry 4, Toughness 7, EMP Toughness 7, Neural Toughness 6, Firewall 8 Condition: normal, Wounds: 0, Fatigue 0, Strain 3/6 Roll20

Pre-meeting Recon Roll:
For information on Royce
Investigation(Data Mining): 1d6 ⇒ 1
Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Result = 5
Single Success


Female Human Patrol Officer (Novice / 2 Adv [10xp])
Skills:
Driving (bike) d6; Fighting (judo) d6; Investigate d4; Notice d4; Shooting (Pistols/Submachine) d6; Persuasion d4; Knowledge (Phoenix) d4; Intimidate d6; Repair d4; Streewise d6+4

Officer Houston guided her bike into an open space down the street from the meet. It eased into the parking spot, the motors kicking up momentarily before going silent as she powered it off. Dismounting, she removed her goggles and balaklava. She stayed at a distance for now, watching.

Dark Archive

Android Op 3 | HP 22/22 SP: 14/21 RP: 7/7 |  EAC: 19 KAC: 19 | Init: +6 | Perc: +8 | F: +1 R: +7 W: +3 | Atk:+7/d6+1

Wraith groans, both inwardly and outwardly. 'Drek. A job. Now I hafta sober up.'

Head still stuck to the bar, she croaks out a soft, "Crimson Minotaur."

The sound of hot water being forced through nozzles can be heard, then the bartender fills a mug: One hand poring out a Red Bull, the other dumping in a small cup of delicately brewed espresso.

He places the steaming brew of rocket fuel in front of the girl. She stares at it, contemplating the ordeal she's about to go through, like a masochist holding a knife while staring at unblemished skin. Slowly she lifts her head, then tilts a mouthful of burning liquid past her lips.
Tiny ninjas with twin daggers rip their way down her throat, but then they begin the dirty work of hunting down and murdering the molecules of alcohol in her bloodstream.
Or at least that's how feels.

This is followed a platter of steaming meat--or at least what passes for it. She sucks down the hot chunks of burning grease and, after an hour's time, her belly fills and her head clears.

She runs a status test and all the chrome checks in as fully functional. She runs a target on the bartender just to be sure, and is pleased at how quickly the virtual reticule appears on his face.

She pays her bill and leaves. "Be seeing you," she says as she's stepping out the door.

"And you," he replies.

Twin lenses of reflective shades click over her eyes as she steps out into the daylight and walks to her Cruiser.

"Time to go to work," she says to no one as she backs out of the lot.
"Derrick, when I find you, I'm gonna frag you 'till you love me."

She pauses, the thought sounding incomplete. "Then I'm gonna kill you for making it so fragging hard.

She nods. That sounds better.

She drives on toward the meet.


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410 Louisiana turns out to be a midrise apartment complex overlooking Washington Park--one of the last few bastions of nature in Denver's urban sprawl, even though it's overflowing with holotags and advertisement now. The park is still a nice reprieve, and you're sure the residents of 410 ("Shady Mountains Home for the Elderly and Challenged") spend some time walking through it during daylight hours. As soon as you come within a hundred yards of the parking lot, a message flashes up on your TAP.

FROM: 10SPEED wrote:
./Meet Mr. Scales and Mr. Teeth inside.

The interior is sparsely and peacefully decorated, with high vaulted ceilings and painted in a soothing coral pink. A few couches surround a bookshelf full of board games next to the large bay windows that overlook the park. You can see two large, hybrid gentlemen dressed in Executive Decision wear, playing a fiercely competitive game of Connect-4. The one on the left, a shark with a double row of nasty-looking teeth, plays the game with his right hand, a briefcase cuffed to the other. The hybrid on the right, a beefy reptile (crocodile?) with viciously pointed teeth, is grimacing as he plays a losing game. They're the only ones in here aside from the glassy-eyed, elderly receptionist. A scrolling Holotag next to her head reads:

NOTICE FROM THE NAC EQUAL OPPORTUNITY OFFICE wrote:

Hello!

My name is Widget Tannenbaum. I am a victim of aggressive memetic advertising that left it difficult for me to remember names and faces. Please be patient if I have difficulty in processing your requests, and don't be hurt if I ask for information I have already been provided.

Thank you!

She gives you a brief, vacant nod as you enter, her fingers mindlessly typing at an old-school tactile keyboard.

1dr0meda, check your PMs


Male NG Human Priest Mystic | SP 21/21 HP 23/23| RP 3/3 | EAC 15; KAC 17| Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +5 | Init: +1 | Perc: +9, SM: +9, Darkvision 60’ | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: None.

Ghiv arrives at 410 Louisiana at a quarter to 11, over an hour before his meeting. His bike purrs to a stop and he places his helmet on the seat before setting the alarm and deadman switches. Ghiv gives the place a once over before he begins searching around for people. He spots someone at a window.

Well then. Let's see what's going on in there.

Nothing. Nothing at all in that mind.

Ghiv waits a while, he sees an Officer arrive on her bike, a few minutes later a high roller arrives in a Cruiser.

Ghiv mutters to himself and approaches the front.

He doesn't even waste time trying to Read the receptionist. The Hybrids though...

MindReadingCroc: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 Wild: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
MindReadingShark: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 Wild: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7


Bennies 3/3 Street Cred 3/3 Parry 4, Toughness 7, EMP Toughness 7, Neural Toughness 6, Firewall 8 Condition: normal, Wounds: 0, Fatigue 0, Strain 3/6 Roll20

1dr0meda sits in the park over an hour before the appointment, watching people come and go from a distance (but close enough her TAP could attempt a Hack on anyone if she felt so moved).

She sees two hybrid individuals enter and afterwards notes the message from 10-Speed. She doesn't want to be the first to show up, so she waits until a couple others who can only be part of the mission hire enter, a woman with light blond hair and enough expensive gear and clothes to suggest this is not her first rodeo, and a man on a powerful motorcycle with no evident weapons except a revolver, wearing an armored business suit. These two did not look like muscle, but perhaps that part of the group was yet to come.

1dr0meda spends another minute watching one more time the video she had made, making sure she had not missed anything. If she had a heart, it would have started beating faster, as she considers what she is getting into. As it is, her consciousness becomes aware of a small swarm of rhetorical interrogatives and dire hypothetical outcomes marked with relatively high levels of uncertainty. Someone with flesh and blood would call it anxiety. She thought of the Master and considered what advice he might have for her. He would tell her to focus on the real and not the hypothetical, the possible, the probable.

She pulls her half-reflecting goggles down over her eyes and compensates for the diminished light by opening up her eyes to allow more light in. The goggles are antiques from a shop she came across recently; the clerk called them "Steampunk," a reference to a genre of fiction popular almost a century ago. The lenses selectively reflect magenta light, which matched her synthetic magenta hair and her magenta lip gloss. She shakes her hair with her face looking down at the ground, to put more of her hair over her face. It distracts people from noticing her android qualities, not that she can pass as human if someone looks closely. But she wants first impressions to be that she is a normal human woman.

A hypothetical popped up: "Others might be offended when they discover the deception." 1dr0meda dismisses the notion, thinking, "Fax them if they can't take it. Given what get's preached at theses NACs, no one can blame me for keeping my machine nature a secret."

She checks her weapons:
•Foley Arms Watchdog pistol: loaded, safety on, spare load of ammo slotted into the holster, check.
•Smartgun activated, check.
•Ravenlocke Jointlock Stun Gloves, battery fresh, capacitors charged, check.
•Shogun Outfitters Whirlwind Butterfly Sword, check.

Then she considers which engrams to have loaded.
Neural armor and Firewall 4D security for defenses seem wise. Babylon in case anyone speaks anything other than the common argot, plus her most powerful non-lethal attack engram, in case things turn ugly. She would switch out the language engram as soon it was clearly no longer necessary, with one of her other engrams, as needed.

One last distraction before she goes in. She lights a clove cigarette. She cannot smoke it, of course, but she does have some hardware in her mouth cavity that allows her to draw in gases or push them out again, to do scent analysis. She sets up an internal filter to keep the clove scent from overpowering her scent scripts. Smoking adds a level of humanity to her image. Holding the cigarette as she saw others do, she strolls into the lobby and looks for the others.

As she walks past the receptionist, an impulse suggests itself and she goes with it, "Hello again, Widget, darling! So good to see you again." Her voice carries the hint of synthetic speech, programmed to betray a hint of Japanese, slight pauses where a native speaker would have none.

Dark Archive

Android Op 3 | HP 22/22 SP: 14/21 RP: 7/7 |  EAC: 19 KAC: 19 | Init: +6 | Perc: +8 | F: +1 R: +7 W: +3 | Atk:+7/d6+1

Whew. Just read some of Snow Crash. Really got me in the mood to post. =)

Alanna barges into a parking space a mere five minutes early, her car parking like a bee landing a on a fat flower. She doesn't expect active trouble, so she leaves the six-one-six in the car. But the glitterpunk gets to come. No need to be crazy.

She walks purposefully up to the SMHEC, her muse chattering on in her head. It shuts up momentarily so they both can absorb the brief message about Claw and Fin (her personal pet names for the hybrids) but then it keeps rattling on.

'There are currently eight bystanders within target range. Average hostility level: 2%. We are currently being observed by one man and one woman. Percentage of woman being biological: 28%.'

'Yeah, okay, thanks. There are people here, in a place where people live and work and the place we were called to. Great job.'

Ugh. Ever since she got the smartgun upgrade, it's tactical program, the A-TAC, had interfaced with her TAG and seemed to make it a personal crusade to make sure she was -always- expecting, and prepared for, an attack. It made both getting attacked and NOT getting attacked more awkward.

Alanna glides in to the place and spares a glance at the receptionist. 'That...is not the kind of headache I need right now.' She pauses to take out, unscrew, swig, re-cap and replace her hip-flask, all in a swift practiced motion that speaks of a thing done countless times, like a master pianist playing the first song he learned.

Spotting Fin and Claw, she walks up to them like an old friend. "Hoi chummers. 'Sup?" Glancing at the game she shakes her head at Claw. "You move unwisely. Try the third row. Attack the diagonal."

Smarts to have any idea WTH she's talking about.: 1d6 ⇒ 4
WILD t3h sMRtz!: 1d6 ⇒ 4


Female Human Patrol Officer (Novice / 2 Adv [10xp])
Skills:
Driving (bike) d6; Fighting (judo) d6; Investigate d4; Notice d4; Shooting (Pistols/Submachine) d6; Persuasion d4; Knowledge (Phoenix) d4; Intimidate d6; Repair d4; Streewise d6+4

Officer Houston watched as a few others entered the building. She took a moment to comb back her hair into a pony tail. She wasn't going to a meet looking windswept.

Emily pushed off from her bike and started down the street to toward the building. She almost halted mid-street as a realization struck her. First impressions, Emily... With a thought, she switched off her holo-badge and squared up her shoulders. For a moment, she flashed back to her academy training and the rough exterior she had to adopt to face down the larger male recruits. It had been difficult to keep a tough facade facing down a bull-man.

With a confident swagger, she stepped through the door. Her eyes swept across the lobby. Her eyes feel upon the two with the game. She noted the chained briefcase, "Sup, gents? Scales? Teeth?


Bennies 3/3 Street Cred 3/3 Parry 4, Toughness 7, EMP Toughness 7, Neural Toughness 6, Firewall 8 Condition: normal, Wounds: 0, Fatigue 0, Strain 3/6 Roll20

1dr0meda sat in one of the lounging chairs near the hybrids and the two she had observed enter. She had not said anything to anyone upon entering, uncertain what the etiquette of such meetings was. She occupied herself watching the game, trying to deduce the rules from the moves and responses of the players.

To figure out the rules:
Smarts: 1d10 ⇒ 5
wild: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Before long, she began to anticipate the moves made. She wondered what two aggressive looking individuals like Teeth and Scales found enjoyable in such a simple game. Maybe they bet on the outcome. Perhaps that is how they met Mr. Royce. She shut down her speculation. Keep focused on what you know, she reminded herself.

As two more consultants arrived, she sized them up without staring more than was socially acceptable. These looked more dangerous and that made her feel better. If Royce expected trouble, it would be good to have several people who could control a firefight. She checked her internal clock feed and waited more arrivals, wondering how many had been invited.

She noticed her cigarette had gone out and looked around for an ashtray. Not seeing one, she pocketed the cigarette.

While she waited, she filled time looking up the meaning and derivation of the phrase 'sup as a slang greeting. After exhausting that topic, she scanned a dictionary of slang, hoping to be up-to-date on street talk.

Dark Archive

Android Op 3 | HP 22/22 SP: 14/21 RP: 7/7 |  EAC: 19 KAC: 19 | Init: +6 | Perc: +8 | F: +1 R: +7 W: +3 | Atk:+7/d6+1

Wraith noted that the short, slender probably-not-a-boy woman was starting at her. Not that she really minded being stared at, and really everyone did things differently. Still, she felt obliged that so much staring should lead to some talking. And she didn't mind leading.

"Hoi chummer. 'Sup?" she says, her eyes snapping up to the magenta haircut. "You see anything that you like?"

Alanna winks and smiles.


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"Third row?" says the Croc. "Shit boss, you probably know better than I do." He drops a piece into place according to Wraith's instructions. The shark grimaces unpleasantly, but then drops another piece on top of his and the croc goes back to being immediately stumped.

"Nice try," says the shark, a double row of teeth accenting his smile. "But I like to plan ahead." He glances up and around at the incoming people, giving a nod and pointing to the croc when Emily says "Scales" then himself when she says "Teeth". "Yep. Maybe the names are a little obvious."

"Man, when you're genetically built to be a brick shithouse, I think subtlety goes out the window," says Scales, watching as he gets cut off and the shark wins the game. He looks up as well, counting on his fingers. "One, two, three, four..." He hesitates, glancing around. "You guys are early, but we're still missing one." A holotag of a child's bicycle winks into view next to his head. It turns toward him and rings its bell twice, insistently. "What." he says flatly. The holotag turns into a glimmering, see-through numeral 6. It turns back a second later, ringing its bell insistently. "Oh. We picked up an extra then I guess. Can't be too careful."

Mr. Teeth furrows his brow, staring across at the four of you. He resets the game, letting the pieces fall out of the bottom. "Well, time for one more then, probably."

Notice check: body language/visual specializations:
The shark's jet black eyes linger for a long moment on the woman with the magenta hair. He subtly shifts something in his pocket at the same time he resets the game.


N30N "Neon" Bioroid Novice Bennies: 1/3 Wounds:1 Pace:6 Parry:5 Toughness: 6 Firewall:4 Strain :6 Street Cred: 2 Ag:d12 Sm:d8 Sp: d6 St:d4 Vi:d6

Neon stepped off the slowly moving tram, pausing for a moment to take in the park and the people passing through.

She catches a couple of individuals entering her building, and lets her eyes pass over the vehicles parked in front.

A bike and a couple of cruisers. Nothing to glean there.

Resigning herself to an awkward meet and greet with whomever else was roped into this by Mr Royce, she strides across the plaza.

The slight breeze stirs her short brown locks, momentarily covering her eyes. Brushing the offending hair away, Neon's face is revealed, pretty but nothing special.

Looking for all the world like any good citizen of the NAC, those in the know would be able to notice tell-tales that revealed her true nature. The way her jacket bulged just a little at the arm pit, the balance with which she walked, the eyes, scanning...never still. Ultimately, a knowledgable observer would detect the underlying potential for violence in the sure, confident stride, a coiled energy, constrained, leashed.

Pulling open the door, Neon entered, pausing for a moment, taking in the scene.

An nod to the receptionist, she walked further in, noting the strange Connect-4 combatants and their audience.

She also notes those that came before, her gaze halting briefly on each before moving on, offering a brief nod to each , should they have noticed her observation.

Walking over to the wall of boardgames, she idly searches the titles, wondering if they had "Sprites and Sigils", a favorite of her's and Smith, when she had lived on Mars.


Male NG Human Priest Mystic | SP 21/21 HP 23/23| RP 3/3 | EAC 15; KAC 17| Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +5 | Init: +1 | Perc: +9, SM: +9, Darkvision 60’ | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: None.

Notice: 1d8 ⇒ 3 Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Ghiv keeps his own council. Staying quiet but alert. He stares briefly at each of the entrants as they come in, perhaps a little too intensely.

No overt threats here then....


Bennies 3/3 Street Cred 3/3 Parry 4, Toughness 7, EMP Toughness 7, Neural Toughness 6, Firewall 8 Condition: normal, Wounds: 0, Fatigue 0, Strain 3/6 Roll20

Notice (Visual): 1d6 ⇒ 2
Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Alanna wrote:
"Hoi chummer. 'Sup?" she says, her eyes snapping up to the magenta haircut. "You see anything that you like?"

After a few microseconds to evaluate whether this question was asking about clothing, weaponry, cyberware, software, or sexual, 1dr0meda concluded 85% likelihood the question had a sexual component. Then a few more to evaluate possible replies, settling on non-committal deflection.

1dr0meda gave Alanna an unavoidably stiff smile and said, "My thoughts are on tonight's job. What expertise do you bring to the endeavor?"

Before Alanna could reply, the two gamers begin discussing the mission status, noting the group is one short. 1d0meda notices shark notice her and adjust something in his pocket. Their payload? Did the others know what was being transported?

Returning her attention to Alanna, then catching sight of the last (?) team member to arrive, a woman. Giving her a once-over, she detects possible hidden weapons and perhaps some augmentations. It looked as if everyone was here. Attention back to Alanna.

Dark Archive

Android Op 3 | HP 22/22 SP: 14/21 RP: 7/7 |  EAC: 19 KAC: 19 | Init: +6 | Perc: +8 | F: +1 R: +7 W: +3 | Atk:+7/d6+1

N0t1ce: 1d4 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 2 = 4
Notice ACE!: 1d4 ⇒ 2
WIld N0t1ce: 1d6 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 2 = 4

Alanna's eyes dip down for a microsecond, noticing Dr. Teeth taking an interest in dark red hair, and then playing with himself. Doesn't really matter much to her.

'Odds of weapon preparation: 85%'
'Yeah yeah.'

Her own attention also falls to the stone-cold face with the dark red hair. The business-like response only rouses Alanna's playful streak. "Oh, Honey, I'm the Total. Package." She makes the signs for 'T' and 'P' with her hands.

"But what I -really- like to do is climb up walls. Like a spider. Like, I like that a -lot-. Maybe too much. There's also no lock I can't pick and no sec-guard I can't kill. So, yeah, Baby, I bring da house."

She tilts her head cutely to the side and smiles. "The name's Wraith, by the way. And You? What do you bring to da party?"


Female Human Patrol Officer (Novice / 2 Adv [10xp])
Skills:
Driving (bike) d6; Fighting (judo) d6; Investigate d4; Notice d4; Shooting (Pistols/Submachine) d6; Persuasion d4; Knowledge (Phoenix) d4; Intimidate d6; Repair d4; Streewise d6+4

Houston tried not to fidget with the company becoming a bit of a crowd. She was keenly aware of being surrounded by strangers that she could neither call enemy nor ally. The two 'thugs' didn't seem too worried and that worried her the most, "You guys are awfully 'lax. Shouldn't ya be a litl' more...attentive?"

Her cop training was kicking in to high gear. Her hand twitched toward the grip of her weapon, but she faught the impulse to even touch it. That might put the others on edge and she wasn't about to create a problem where there was none...yet.


Bennies 3/3 Street Cred 3/3 Parry 4, Toughness 7, EMP Toughness 7, Neural Toughness 6, Firewall 8 Condition: normal, Wounds: 0, Fatigue 0, Strain 3/6 Roll20

1dr0meda nodded at Wraith's statements. "I am One-dromeda." She points her finger up just above and to one side of her head, where there is nothing to see unless linked in with a TAP, in which case you see her pointing to a Hypertag with her name, using the numeral 1 as the first letter. "I'm a hacker. If I encounter a wall I cannot climb or a lock I cannot open, I look for the backdoor. I have not killed anyone yet, but I have some fight training and will fight to survive and to protect those I am with if it comes to that." She gestures to her gun and sword.

Having said that, she turns her head to face Ghiv, Neon, and Emily in turn, inviting them to join the conversation.


Male NG Human Priest Mystic | SP 21/21 HP 23/23| RP 3/3 | EAC 15; KAC 17| Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +5 | Init: +1 | Perc: +9, SM: +9, Darkvision 60’ | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: None.

Ghiv just frowns at them.

My name's Ghiv, I drink, and I know things. Let's get this party started already.

Sorry, couldn't pass up using that line.


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"I'm always attentive," says Mr. Teeth, frowning as Mr. Scales picks his slitted, reptile nose. "Barry, man, come on. Anyway, this is a safe place. Nobody here remembers much. Besides, our job is almost over." He grimaces, glancing up towards a materializing holotag of a clock. A second later, it switches to an incoming call. "Something may have happened to the extra muscle we hired. Looks like you five are it. Get the last guy up to speed if he shows up." He sets the briefcase down, un-cuffing himself from the handle. He opens the snaps, revealing foam padding interior and a few small devices. A holo-projector inside projects an image of a short, fat, balding man. He's walking at a brisk pace, but the projection keeps him in place. He glances around at all of you.

"Apologies for walking and talking," he says gruffly. "My flight's been bumped up. My name's Mitchell Royce." He checks a watch and speeds up slightly. "I contacted a few of you directly. I believe my assistant Ten-Speed hired the rest of you. And I may have mentioned some details about Phoenix." He coughs a few times, the deep, hacking cough of a lifetime smoker, exerting himself with a brisk walk. "Ugh. I'm one of the only people who still has a line in since the crash. You're going to be sending some info to Phoenix for me."

His projection shifts and morphs, his body fading away and only showing him from the shoulders up. Behind him, a map spreads open, painting a route from Washington Park across time to the outskirts of the sprawl. "Some people don't like that I can send things in. They're coming after me, but they never found out where my uplink is, and they don't know who my friends are. Ten-Speed will transmit all the coordinates to your TAP, but this is my suggested route. You're going to take this case from my friends here, deliver it to the coordinates and send a message from my uplink. Once it's done, smash the equipment. A thousand creds for each of you, and any incidentals I might have negotiated--which are private, by the way." Mr. Royce casts a stern look around the room at the five of you. "Pretty good pay for a milk run. My flight boards in two minutes, so if you've got any questions, make 'em fast."

Mr. Teeth holds up the free cuff. "I'm guessing that Neon chick is taking the briefcase unless somebody else is volunteering. Sorry toots. You can play Sprites and Sigils some other time." He nods to the box she just managed to find.


Male NG Human Priest Mystic | SP 21/21 HP 23/23| RP 3/3 | EAC 15; KAC 17| Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +5 | Init: +1 | Perc: +9, SM: +9, Darkvision 60’ | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: None.

Ghiv sends a private message to Royce.

Private Message:
Mr. Royce, the others read pretty clear. Nothing untoward. Will continue to send updates.

He looks around the room, staring at the other four members of their merry band in turn.


Bennies 3/3 Street Cred 3/3 Parry 4, Toughness 7, EMP Toughness 7, Neural Toughness 6, Firewall 8 Condition: normal, Wounds: 0, Fatigue 0, Strain 3/6 Roll20

"Is the message recorded in the case or are you going to connect to it like you appear to be doing now and deliver the message live?"

Dark Archive

Android Op 3 | HP 22/22 SP: 14/21 RP: 7/7 |  EAC: 19 KAC: 19 | Init: +6 | Perc: +8 | F: +1 R: +7 W: +3 | Atk:+7/d6+1

"Sounds chill, Royce. But when you say 'deliver' do you mean to just drop it on the ground? Or are we putting it in hands that we should know about?
And you want us to smash the uplink that so many other people hate? Can't follow the logic, but, as they say, your will, my hands."


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"There's a device in the case next to the projector. It's plug and play, just connect it to my uplink at those coordinates. When it says its done, smash it up. I don't want anybody but me having a link to Phoenix." The hologram lights a cigarette and takes a deep draw. "Don't worry so much about the why. One more minute."


Bennies 3/3 Street Cred 3/3 Parry 4, Toughness 7, EMP Toughness 7, Neural Toughness 6, Firewall 8 Condition: normal, Wounds: 0, Fatigue 0, Strain 3/6 Roll20

"Smash the uplink or smash the projector? You are not being very specific in your instructions. Also, can you identify your enemies so we can avoid or anticipate their actions?"

Dark Archive

Android Op 3 | HP 22/22 SP: 14/21 RP: 7/7 |  EAC: 19 KAC: 19 | Init: +6 | Perc: +8 | F: +1 R: +7 W: +3 | Atk:+7/d6+1

Alanna nodded at One-dro-meda's question. The guy said 'it' a lot. She'd hate to smash the wrong thing. And, ya, known enemies were a good thing. Erm, a bad thing. Well, better than unknown enemies, at least. The woman-that's-probably-a-bot had a lot on the ball.


Male NG Human Priest Mystic | SP 21/21 HP 23/23| RP 3/3 | EAC 15; KAC 17| Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +5 | Init: +1 | Perc: +9, SM: +9, Darkvision 60’ | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: None.

GM:
Can Ghiv read minds via call? If so he'll try and get a sense if Royce is playing them...surface thoughts only Peek: 1d12 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 - 1 = 6 Wild: 1d6 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 - 1 = 6

Take thing, bring thing, smash thing. Sounds simple.


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"Jesus, I wasn't paying for technical expertise here, I tried to make it simple. Smash the uplink. All of my equipment. The computer, the server, the NIDS. If it's electronic and it's there, smash that shit up. Just make sure the message gets out first." He takes another drag on his cigarette and glances up to the side, away from everyone in your room. "Whaddaya mean I can't smoke here? I paid for a smoking flight. Tch." He grinds the cigarette out of the frame of the holoprojection and shakes his head. He leans in close, and the field of view narrows down to his face as he leans in.

"With regards to my enemies: gangbangers." He says. "Phoenix is in chaos, and you know, people like that take any opportunity to go back to the stone age. Crips and Bloods, Grim Riders, Triads. A bunch of them think they can take the opportunity to get to the top of the scrap heap before somebody gets Phoenix back online. I told you though--they're only coming after me. I'm just paying you all to make sure it gets done while I'm running for my life." He pulls out another cigarette, and goes to light it before frowning and tucking it behind his ear instead. "Damn. Time for me to jet, kids. Ten-Speed, give 'em the coordinates. Mr. Scales, Mr. Teeth, this concludes your job, your credits are in your account." He gives a mock salute with two fingers as the feed cuts out, leaving you all standing around a briefcase on the first floor of an old folk's home.

Ghiv: check your PMs.


Female Human Patrol Officer (Novice / 2 Adv [10xp])
Skills:
Driving (bike) d6; Fighting (judo) d6; Investigate d4; Notice d4; Shooting (Pistols/Submachine) d6; Persuasion d4; Knowledge (Phoenix) d4; Intimidate d6; Repair d4; Streewise d6+4

The mention of Phoenix temporarily paralyzes Emily. The horrible image of Valerie flashed through her mind and her body tensed. The exchange registered in her mind, but she remained mute until the last second, "Wait! Mr.Royce, what happened to Phoen..." The holo was already gone. Before anyone else could reach out, Emily snatched the case and slapped the cuff around her wrist. She was confident that her own cuff keys could open it...maybe. An overly enthusiastic smile sprung across her face, "Well! you heard the man, lets get moving."


Male NG Human Priest Mystic | SP 21/21 HP 23/23| RP 3/3 | EAC 15; KAC 17| Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +5 | Init: +1 | Perc: +9, SM: +9, Darkvision 60’ | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: None.

As Royce terminates the connection Ghiv abruptly stands, he seems to shed his old persona entirely, now smiling and turning to each of the four.

Well, that's that. Allow me to introduce myself. Ghiv Masdara, corporate accountant, I'll be accompanying you all to represent Mr. Royce's monied interests in this venture. It's a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances. I apologize for being brief earlier, but I thought it best to wait on Mr. Royce before introducing myself. Ghiv shakes each person's hand as he turns to each of them

Notice -2:
Ghiv seems to adopt each persons posture, facial expression and even their breathing pattern as he turns to them.

Don't worry about my being dead weight. I can protect myself. Ghiv pats his pistol he is carrying under his armpit.


Bennies 3/3 Street Cred 3/3 Parry 4, Toughness 7, EMP Toughness 7, Neural Toughness 6, Firewall 8 Condition: normal, Wounds: 0, Fatigue 0, Strain 3/6 Roll20

1dr0meda looks disappointed and skeptical by Mr. Royce's instructions. But once he cuts off the meeting, she looks to Scales, Teeth, and Masdara Interesting name for a law firm?. "Is he on the level? By the way, I have internal data storage memory if you want me to carry any data on the run or any back-up files." She lifts her shirt in front and reveals a datajack where her bellybutton should be. "Can't be hacked."

Penalty -2
Notice: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Result = 5 - 2 = 3

Dark Archive

Android Op 3 | HP 22/22 SP: 14/21 RP: 7/7 |  EAC: 19 KAC: 19 | Init: +6 | Perc: +8 | F: +1 R: +7 W: +3 | Atk:+7/d6+1

Notice: 1d4 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 - 2 = 2
wiLD Notice: 1d6 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 - 2 = 2

Her head still a million miles away, Alanna misses Ghiv's trick as she turns to him and says, "No you ain't. Royce' woulda said so if'n a pencil-pusher babysitter was comin' on th' run. Null persp to me if you're in, but try your lies on someone else."

Alanna truly thinks nothing more of Ghiv as she turns to Emily. "Hey there. I like your exuberance! That bike yours? It will probably fit in th' back of my cruiser, if you wanna carpool?"


Male NG Human Priest Mystic | SP 21/21 HP 23/23| RP 3/3 | EAC 15; KAC 17| Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +5 | Init: +1 | Perc: +9, SM: +9, Darkvision 60’ | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: None.

Ghiv shrugs at Alanna and stares at her a bit intently. As you say. I'm sure Mr Royce has his reasons for not mentioning me. No matter what you believe, best we get a move on yes.


N30N "Neon" Bioroid Novice Bennies: 1/3 Wounds:1 Pace:6 Parry:5 Toughness: 6 Firewall:4 Strain :6 Street Cred: 2 Ag:d12 Sm:d8 Sp: d6 St:d4 Vi:d6

Neon's eyebrows rise as Emily snatches up the briefcase, but merely smiles and lowers her hand.

"Gangbangers. The noisy, pointy end of a long stick. They work for someone more powerful , someone Mr Royce forgot to mention. Well, that's why I'm here." she says bluntly.

Notice: 1d6 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 - 2 = 5
Wild: 1d4 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 - 2 = 1

She looks sideways at Ghiv, turning to accept his handshake . She watches him for a moment, then says simply "Stop that."

Then she considers something for a moment, "He didn't mention you because like us, you're expendable. "

Dark Archive

Android Op 3 | HP 22/22 SP: 14/21 RP: 7/7 |  EAC: 19 KAC: 19 | Init: +6 | Perc: +8 | F: +1 R: +7 W: +3 | Atk:+7/d6+1

Alanna backs away from Emily's stony silence. "Alright, null persp, just thought I'd offer. Anyone else need a ride? Or we ready to get to do the heading up an' moving out?"


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Let me know how you guys are traveling, whether you're carpooling, etc. Most of you seem to have individual vehicles. The route Royce planned for you is indirect and sticks to a lot of back alleyways. It's not very exposed, but it will take longer. The freeway is a lot faster, but very obvious.

"Well, we're done here. I like your moxy, girl," says Mr. Teeth to Emily. He sniffs the air for a second. "Even though you smell like a narc." Mr. Scales gives you all a polite nod, then stops at the shark's comment and sniffs as well.

"Don't listen to him," he says after a second. "You smell like a good crew. If that tiger guy had made it he'd say the same thing, probably. Kevin just gets wired after a gig. Good luck, stay safe."

"What'd I say about using real names on a gig?!"

"You called me Barry first, Kevin."

The two of them walk out together, the shark's hand on the croc's shoulder.

Dark Archive

Android Op 3 | HP 22/22 SP: 14/21 RP: 7/7 |  EAC: 19 KAC: 19 | Init: +6 | Perc: +8 | F: +1 R: +7 W: +3 | Atk:+7/d6+1

I'd like to take my cruiser, but anyone else is fine to hop in.


Male NG Human Priest Mystic | SP 21/21 HP 23/23| RP 3/3 | EAC 15; KAC 17| Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +5 | Init: +1 | Perc: +9, SM: +9, Darkvision 60’ | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: None.

Ghiv has his own transportation.

Ghiv heads out and mounts his Harley. He programs their deestination into the nav computer. He then sends a message to all their TAPs This is Ghiv. I'll take the lead. and he fires up the bike and heads South


N30N "Neon" Bioroid Novice Bennies: 1/3 Wounds:1 Pace:6 Parry:5 Toughness: 6 Firewall:4 Strain :6 Street Cred: 2 Ag:d12 Sm:d8 Sp: d6 St:d4 Vi:d6

Neon walks up to Alanna, "I'll take that ride."

She then looks to Emily, head cocked curiously, "I wonder though. How are you going to ride that bike of yours, with that case attached to your wrist?"


Bennies 3/3 Street Cred 3/3 Parry 4, Toughness 7, EMP Toughness 7, Neural Toughness 6, Firewall 8 Condition: normal, Wounds: 0, Fatigue 0, Strain 3/6 Roll20
Mr. Royce wrote:
"Ten-Speed, give 'em the coordinates."

Did this happen? If so how did Ten-Speed do this? Was it via some kind of message that we saw in hyper reality?

GM:
Is Ten-Speed in the console we are carrying? If 1dr0meda doesn't know for sure, could she try to hack into the device while we travel?


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Direct message from Ten-Speed to all of you with the coordinates, along with Royce's recommended map. It looks like Mr. Royce wrote the message and Ten-Speed forwarded it to you.

So Ghiv is biking (and taking point), Emily is biking with the case (may take a penalty to vehicle rolls if you're keeping the case cuffed to your arm) and the rest of you are piling in Alanna's cruiser.

The streets are as silent tonight as a sprawl ever gets. It doesn't hurt that Mr. Royce's back-alley and shortcut-filled route keep you away from almost anybody except the odd delivery driver or stumbling tweaker. Any real traffic at this time of night would be up on the freeway. You make it halfway to your destination before your growing sense that Mr. Royce was keeping something back starts to catch up with reality.

Dimly, you can see faint headlights flicker a block or so behind you. Revving engines begin to sound from the alleys and side-streets and you can hear someone shouting in Japanese from one of them, his voice fighting to be heard over the sound of multiple jump bikes.

Japanese Language:
<"Osannawa clan, let's go! Strike swiftly!">

Everybody give me a notice check at a -2 for being in a moving vehicle/driving/night time in a dimly lit backstreet. You can also take one action for free.

1dr0meda:
You have his word from your previous correspondence. There are multiple devices inside the case. The holoprojector from before, the data drive with the information he wants you to send, and a second data drive. You can try a Hacking: Firewall Penetration to get inside either of the Data Drives or a Hacking: Object Control to try to affect the projector. You can also try to message Ten-Speed directly.


Female Human Patrol Officer (Novice / 2 Adv [10xp])
Skills:
Driving (bike) d6; Fighting (judo) d6; Investigate d4; Notice d4; Shooting (Pistols/Submachine) d6; Persuasion d4; Knowledge (Phoenix) d4; Intimidate d6; Repair d4; Streewise d6+4

Emily blinks as Neon brings up a good point. She hadn't thought about that... She turns to Alanna, "Yeah, lets pop it in and we'll take your car."

the woman settles into the front seat, cradling the package in her lap, almost as a shield. She pulled up the top of her balaklava and tried not to fidget. Why am I so nervous about this? She struck up some conversation to try and ease her anxiety.

"I don't know that I caught your name," she said to Alanna, "I'm Off...'Off-Handed' Houston. Or Emily if you prefer." Though it was probably glaringly obvious, she didn't want to straight up admit she was a beat cop.

Notice: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

Instinctively, she unlatched her side arm as shouts were heard.


Emily - don't forget your d6 Wild die! And BTW, you need to make a 4 or better to have heard anything...


Male NG Human Priest Mystic | SP 21/21 HP 23/23| RP 3/3 | EAC 15; KAC 17| Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +5 | Init: +1 | Perc: +9, SM: +9, Darkvision 60’ | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: None.

Notice: 1d8 - 4 ⇒ (3) - 4 = -1 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (2) - 4 = -2 additional -2 from not being a specialty. Wouldn't have made the TN regardless.

Ghiv doesn't notice and continues driving forward.


Bennies 3/3 Street Cred 3/3 Parry 4, Toughness 7, EMP Toughness 7, Neural Toughness 6, Firewall 8 Condition: normal, Wounds: 0, Fatigue 0, Strain 3/6 Roll20

Early in the drive:

1dr0meda opens a voice channel to Ghiv and then speaks to the group. "Before we get very far, I want to alert everyone to intel I received on Mr. Royce which suggests he may be setting us up for something. Anybody else have reason to think this mission may not be what it was advertised to be?"

"Also, for what it's worth, Royce seems to have come out on the losing side of the Valentini-Osannowa War 5 years ago. He had some casinos conected to the Osanawa Yakuza clan. Perhaps he owes someone money and wants to skip out of town."

1dr0meda will bring up a map and look for information about threats along the suggested routes and considers alternatives to both Royce's recommended route and the Freeway.
investigation: 1d6 ⇒ 4
wild: 1d6 ⇒ 1
If she can use her specialty of data mining, that would be a 4. Otherwise a 2.

GM:
1dr0meda will attempt to hack the auxiliary data drive of the projector. Does the briefcase have to be open for her to do this?

Bonus +1 (Cutter Edge)
Hacking(Firewall Penetration): 1d10 ⇒ 4
Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Result = 4 + 1 = 5.

Penalty -2
Notice: 1d6 ⇒ 5
wild: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Result = 5 - 2 = 3.

When 1dr0meda hears the Japanese, she instantly translates: "He said, 'Osannawa clan, let's go! Strike swiftly!'"

As trouble finds the group, 1dr0meda draws her pistol and swaps out the Babylon engram for her skill specialization Bonus +1 to Hacking (Hyper-combat).

Each round, she can change engrams loaded in her AMS array as a free action.

Engrams that will be in place at the start of next turn:
Firewall 4D security (1 AMS)
Neural Armor +1 (1 AMS)
Nonlethal Damage (1d6 + 1d10) (2 AMS)
Skill Specialization Bonus +1 Hacking (Hyper Combat)(1 AMS)


1dr0meda - why did you hear the Japanese on a 3? Normal TN for Success is a 4...
And, like Ghiv, you'd be at another -2 since your Notice specialization is Visual.


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My bad for not making it clearer: everybody heard the shouts for free. Whether or not they could understand them was up to what languages/programs they had (pretty sure 1dr0meda is the only one who knows Japanese). The notice check is for something else. Since I forgot to specify the specialization: it's Visual.

Alanna, Zen, you've both played/GMed a lot of SW right? I might pick your brains on how you'd handle certain kinds of checks with regards to skill specialization.

Next campaign post inc. once everyone has rolled notice and taken their free action. :)


Female Human Patrol Officer (Novice / 2 Adv [10xp])
Skills:
Driving (bike) d6; Fighting (judo) d6; Investigate d4; Notice d4; Shooting (Pistols/Submachine) d6; Persuasion d4; Knowledge (Phoenix) d4; Intimidate d6; Repair d4; Streewise d6+4

WD: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Continuing as normal :-D

"Looks like we may have company.Emily said to her driver.


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By the way, please check the discussion thread. I made some mistakes explaining skill specialization rules and everybody has extra skill points to spend.


N30N "Neon" Bioroid Novice Bennies: 1/3 Wounds:1 Pace:6 Parry:5 Toughness: 6 Firewall:4 Strain :6 Street Cred: 2 Ag:d12 Sm:d8 Sp: d6 St:d4 Vi:d6

Notice: 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1
Wild: 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

Neon was digesting the news about Mr Royce, when the other vehicles converge on Alanna's cruiser. Annoyed she hadn't notice them earlier, she draws her pistol, activates the window controls...waiting for the first bike to show itself.

She feels her smartgun connection begin to account for the vehicle's velocity, but no reticles for targets have yet appeared. As always when a battle begins, her blood seems to sing, something she's long acknowledged as a condition of her creation.

As if it too was anticipating the action to come, her smartgun AI began to ghost targets to her, tracking multiple assailants from sound alone.

Skills updated.

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