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Post by Nepty on Sept 22, 2015 7:43:02 GMT
"Tak...draw those drapes Reznya." The big russian was already moving to close them. "Don't want anyone looking in."
Vilkas mused to himself and rubbed his unshaven chin. "People interested in us eh? I do not think I have irritated enough rich people since Kiev for it to be me. Rezyna?"
The Russian was still glaring out between the drapes at the street below. "I do not know Wotan. I doubt it was me."
Vilkas furrowed his brow. He retrieved his phone from his pocket and shot off a quick text. The phone was a throwaway. He'd picked it up just before the flight. He locked it down and set it on the bed. He deftly unpacked his things and laid them out on the bed. When he was satisfied that everything was in it's place, he put his clothes back into his pack, shed his coat and began removing a plethora of weaponry from his vest rig. Both pistols, safties on, unloaded, checked, then back into their holsters. The knuckles, still where he'd left them, back into his pocket when he was satisfied with it. Silencers from their packets, all the extra clips and his flashlight.
Then he dusted off his hands, hung the rig on the back of the armchair and pulled off his boots.
"Well that is me settled in," he said, and turned to the others, who had also made themselves at home, as much as they could. "Now," he fixed both the younger runners with a look. The asian dwarf, Binh, and the girl. "I can tell from both of you, you're not experienced runners, so let's get this started. The first thing a runner needs to do is know their comrades have their back, and for that to happen, we unfortunately need to trust each other. I did not say we need to be friends, I did not say we need even to like each other. But I need to know what you all can do." He nodded at Reznya. "We're the shooters. You're the workers. So how well can you work?"
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Post by admiral9 on Sept 22, 2015 10:19:32 GMT
"Guessing experience from looks is your first mistake, bro." Binh started, he was in the process of inspecting his sniper drone's rifle while talking.
"I was an otaku before this and have more then plenty of experience to tell what kind of runners you are to soon be, dead ones." He turned from his drone's maintenance to the pair of smug easterners.
"So here's the deal, before you all start yammering like little babies trying to fight my divine right, first straighten yourself out and don't fight my might." Binh realizing that he made a sick rhyme quickly added the necessary rapper ending to. "Yo!"
"So I'll just read this here info so we actually know who's ass we're gonna be busting I advice you do the same."
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Post by Nepty on Sept 22, 2015 12:58:49 GMT
Vilkas furrowed his brow. He looked at Rezneya. Rezneya looked back. Vilkas grinned. "Etot begun? deystvitel'no?"
Reznya nodded sarcastically. "Da , i ya Iosif Stalin"
Vilkas shrugged. "On dumayet, chto eto demonstratsiya sily. Vy nyanchit' etogo klouna."
Reznya glanced at the dwarf and grimaced "Ya ne lider v tsirke"
"You are now," said Vilkas, switching abruptly back to english. He nodded at reznya. "Like I said, we cannot have power plays in this group. The Klouna is not fit to be any sort of leader, and I do not see why we would need one, but I did not live through the eurowars and become a shadowrunner to be given an ultimatum by someone three feet shorter than I whose face could be read by a blind man. I also did not become a shadowrunner because I am a nice person." He sighed and switched back to russian "[You get to babysit the clown. I'll watch the other one.]"
(I'll use the [] for other languages, for simplicity's sake from now on unless it's short)
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Post by melissia on Sept 22, 2015 13:32:08 GMT
Since apparently no one had answered her question, Dragonfly decided to put little quirks on each of their forms. One indicated Reznya was a mime by trade; Binh of course was a traveling shoe salesman, and Viklas was a snake breeder. "Can you assholes quit with the shit-talking already? If you have valid concerns, you can say it without trying to sound like a badass." Her tone was even, hiding her annoyance even though her words outright stated it with perfect bluntness. She handed their passes to them and picked a room for herself to deposit what little she had with her, mostly the microdrones she had yet to modify to be useful outside of being pets.
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Post by Nepty on Sept 22, 2015 14:36:06 GMT
Vilkas grinned and sat back down. "Good." He nodded at the girl. "So what are your skills, decker who has no cyberdeck?"
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Post by melissia on Sept 22, 2015 15:13:21 GMT
"I programmed those cards on the matrix while you three were having your rap battle, and also have been checking out the local matrix security for swapping between the various networks. All of my gear I attained through decking, deactivating security or spoofing myself as a legitimate owner. I also once broke Saeder-Krupp's security protocols, as our employer hinted at."
She found it hard to explain, but she felt it around her like a swimmer felt water. Trivial things like writing to a file were as easy as thinking about what to make for dinner. But she had no need to brag like that. The results of her work spoke for themselves-- she accessed the poorly protected public transit server and got its template, and made sure each was valid against actual valid passes. They were more than mere fakes, they were legit passes... We just needed not pay ourselves.
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Post by Warork on Sept 23, 2015 7:43:04 GMT
Aleski tried to ignore the words being thrown around him and instead focused on unpacking his own things. He sat himself down on the couch and placed the two pieces of luggage he had brought with him; A simple duffel bag and an innocuous looking violin case. Out of the duffel bag came a machine pistol, stock folded so it seemed nothing more than a sidearm. Fully locked and loaded, however, Aleski was aware of exactly how deadly it could be in his hands. He simply placed the weapon underneath his leather jacket within the safe confines of its holster to be drawn when needed.
He switched his attention to the violin case and reached down to unlock the clasps holding it closed when he was interrupted by a close and annoying voice near him.
"Whaddya gonna do with that, stiff?" The Dwarf asked. "Play us some bitch ass lullaby?"
Aleski fixed him with a stare that lasted for a moment and waited for the Dwarf's cocky grin to subside before giving one of his own.
"Something like that." He said as he flipped open the violin case and took out the contents to hold in front of him.
The AK-97...the successor to Kalashnikov's famous family of Russian brand assault rifles which had seen more than a century of combat in all corners of the globe. Light, reliable, and intimidating...Holding one was like holding an old friend to Aleski. One had accompanied almost every day of his memorable life; from his days as a child soldier in the battlefields of Southern Europe to his stint as a mobster hitman. Its weight was reassuring, its shape loveable, its color...black as his soul.
He aimed the gun at a random point of the apartment's wall with all the practiced ease of a veteran, looking down its length through the red dot scope mounted on top of it. He used one hand to pull back the slide on the weapon which shot back forward with a satisfying "Klash-Klack". He squeezed the trigger...
Click!
The firing pin within the gun landed on an empty chamber, as it should have been, for the gun was not loaded and the dry fire exercise was complete. Aleski lowered the weapon and held it out for the Dwarf to examine.
"Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..." He recited from somewhere in his memory. "I shall fear no evil. For I am death and the valley is mine."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2015 1:38:58 GMT
Binh picked up one of the PDAs and powered it up, skimming past the basic apps and programs factory installed and locating a lone file marked Job 1. Opening it started a slideshow, a series of images scrolled past, a standard two story corporate office building showed from various angles on screen. Street level, from nearby rooftops, a few that looked like they were taken from an aircraft, or a satellite. The slideshow ended and was replaced with lines of text;
-Target: Tytan Cyberware corporate facility, Oliwa Corporate District. -Paydata: Research files located on upstairs data server. Prototype Cyberware located in basement laboratory.
-Building employees number around 300. -4 security teams on shift at all times, 2 on 1st floor, 1 on 2nd, 1 in basement. -Roof maintenance door not on security network, possible entry/exit point. -Fire escapes provide possible entry/exit, if alarms can be disabled. -Security cameras located in lobby, server room and basement. -GGPF will not set foot on corporate property, though they may attempt to secure the area around the building if security teams alert them.
-Payment for successfully securing Paydata: ¥ 2,500 per surviving runner.
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Post by admiral9 on Sept 25, 2015 5:10:22 GMT
"Alright, yo, listen up!" Binh stood up on his chair to make him seem larger then he was, even though he was, of course, already larger then space itself.
"So about tonight's op, our target is the Tytan cyberware corporate facility located in the Oliwa corporate district, there's some research files in the upper floor data servers that we gotta jack along with some prototype cyberware in the basement lab."
"There appear to be 300 employees, along with 4 actual security teams. Two deployed on the first floor, one on the second floor and the last in the basement, now here's our security information. The roof maintenance door aint linked up to the security network, we could bust it open and get easy entry there, along with this the fire escapes can be good ways out if we disable the alarm. There's security cameras in the lobby, server room and basement, obviously this means that if we want to be unseen we gotta disable those first.
Now here's the kicker, GGPF's chicken shit and wont enter this place at all, if we manage to cut communication to the outside all we gotta worry about is those security troops."
"And lastly, our pay is 1000 nuyen, any extra will be returned to me so I can send it back to Krol!" Receiving an angry look from the Russian, one that he could only alike to a mad dog's, binh quickly rephrased himself. "Erm yeah, pay's 2500 nuyen per runner."
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Post by Nepty on Sept 25, 2015 6:23:26 GMT
Vilkas held out a hand unsmilingly and the Dwarf grudginly gave him one of the PDAs. He checked it over and took some long, hard looks at the pictures. He nodded to Reznya. ["Da. Twenty five hundred nuyen per runner."] Reznya nodded.
"So when did Krol say when we leave?" he asked. "I think Dragonfly asked him that."
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