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Post by melissia on Sept 25, 2015 14:11:04 GMT
"I have a copy of the PDA's data already, thanks. We leave as soon as everyone has settled their valuables and belongings, and has made any purchases appropriate for the gig, I presume."
She was already doing a matrix search with her mind, her matrix-ghost looking at the building's security to see how it can be shut off from the outside. The ocean of data, the resonance of uncounted petabytes of information flowing around in unison, was beautiful. She matched that resonance perfectly, her ghost blending in with the datastreams as she slipped in to the building's network to start registering a pair of sprites to help her with this job-- a Crack sprite, a generalist okay at most things, but its real specialty was being unnoticed-- and a Machine sprite, which specialized in interacting with the software of physical equipment.
Her sprites were similar in a sense to a decker's ESPs, except they were semi-sentient... they were creatures of the Resonance. The act of registering them tricked the system in to thinking they belonged, as quickly compiled sprites stood out within most systems as anomalies of data that shouldn't exist. Back in meatspace, her eyes looked unfocused, and she was leaning against a wall for safety. Nonetheless, she could still hear what the others were saying.
"And no, you're not getting three fifths of my pay."
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Post by admiral9 on Sept 25, 2015 17:16:10 GMT
"Op's starting at our own discretion dude, now if you'll excuse me I'll be sniffin up the place of our future jig." And with that Binh left, carrying his trusted ares predator in a concealed place. Concealed being his comically low hanging pants. As it was raining binh had reversed his baseball cap into the position that it was supposed to be worn and went into his second form, ergo pulling up his hood over his cap. Walking down the empty slums he was mapping out his route, he would have to go into the metro as he was too far to walk, this would prove to be an issue if he had to transport his drones, meaning they would have to potentially secure transportation, an additional issue was ofcourse visibility, he hoped the rain would keep on falling.
As he made his way down the stairs and produced his metropass he entered the metro, he had to get used to the reality of being a shoe seller, even though he didn't have any other shoes then his whiteys that he had on him. contemplating on any other methods of conjuring up some cash for himself he remembered he had recently produced a digital mixtape, how would anyone not want to buy that masterpiece of lyrical grace, it was after all sung, edited and produced by binh himself. As the metro arrived and he entered he started checking out the other commuters, his eyes landed upon a multitude of characters, he saw a women that he would be more then glad to serenade with his musical mastery, aside from this he saw what you would see in every city, a bunch of wage slaves, dogs of their corporate masters, bound by the pennies they earned, binh scorned them for non other reason then the fact that they lacked freedom, like all the great characters in his favorite animes often exclaimed, what was life without freedom, freedom and tsunderes, truly two great values of life.
As he ended his survey he chose a white collar who was alone, he stood in a corner most likely waiting for his long trip to end, a prime target.
"Ey, yo mate, wazzup?" Binh inquired as he walked up to the man, being perfection incarnate as he was, he was sure the man was more then just a bit intrigued already.
"Errr... hello mister, do you have any business with me?" The man awkwardly inquired, most likely wondering why a 125cm tall dwarf clad in a sports suit and covered in acne was talking to him.
"Ye so, interested in buying my mix tape dude? Ofcourse you are! Here I'll give you a sample." Binh knowing that revealing his genius like raps here would make his presence even more known then it already was instead handed the person a earplug, one he awkwardly accepted.
Binh could of course not hear it all but he knew the lyrics by heart. "Yo, I'm a master of lyrics so step aside or else you'll be feeling the theoretical physics of my baseball bat hitting you, innit?" he hummed along remembering the various cultural nuances he had absorbed into his raps, the man's face though contorted into a mixture of emotions, he saw a ridiculing smile appear for a brief second until it was quickly replaced with a face expressing disgust, this too changed into a face of emotionless shock, surprised at the fact that this man was not as amazed as he had expected Binh moved on to the next phase
"So? Great right? It's 20 nuyen, pay up." Binh spoke, realizing that he was approaching his stop he started hurrying up.
The man seemingly reluctant appeared to be in need of some encouragement, hence Binh being the skillful negotiator that he ofcourse was opened up his jacket and showed the gun poking out of his pants, the man most likely shocked as to binh's radical behavior rapidly dug into his pockets and produced a credstick tranferring 20 nuyen, in exchange the data for binh's mixtape was tranferred to the man, and just on time too as the tram had arrived.
Jumping out binh left the metro, not looking back like a true badass he went upstairs on his way to the corporate facility.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2015 5:55:27 GMT
Player Event: Warork NeptyVilkas and Aleski regarded the girl suspiciously. The Dwarf, Binh, had mentioned being an Otaku before the crash, both were familiar with the rumors of the so called "Children of the Matrix", and both knew that the Matrix blackout four months prior had supposedly killed them or left them powerless. Whatever this girl was, she was no Decker. Turning away from the mysterious girl they started pouring over the pictures of the facility in depth. Based on images taken from street level, they estimated the building to be around twenty to twenty four feet(6 to 7 meters for you Addy)high. There did not appear to be any way to access the roof from street level, at least from the view of the high angle images. An image, seemingly taken from a neighboring building showed one of the fire escapes, a simple metal platform with a ladder that could be lowered from the second floor fire escape to the alleys on either side of the building. Another image, taken from such a high angle they could only speculate as to it being from a plane or a satellite, showed the layout of the alleys behind the building, which seemed to allow them to slip through the network of buildings and enter or escape from the street on either side of the alleys. They poured over the images, discussing the possibilities of everything from having the rigger steal a getaway car to the likelihood of escaping jumping out the windows or off the roof unscathed. They discussed the chances of shooting their way out of a GGPF cordon to the ideal method of securing the paydata.
Player Event: melissiaDragonfly couldn't really tell as time was meaningless in the Matrix, but it took a long time to assemble the pair of sprites without alerting any IC of her activities. She was vaguely aware of being quite thirsty in meatspace but for now her attention was focused on her surroundings, streams and nodes of data surrounded her, some guarded by firewalls and blockers, a myriad of colors shone before her. It was a simple task to approach one of the public nodes, a few seconds later she had accessed it, a series of file names scrolled past her, in Polish. It was at that moment she realized that she would be unable to read any of the files inside this server.
Player Event: admiral9Binh stepped out on to the street, blending in with the small number of wage-slaves that walked around, each making their way to their own place of employment, if it could even be called that. Finding the building he was looking for took a bit of time but before long he was standing across the street from the Tytan Cyberware office building, small groups of wage-slaves made their way inside, slowly trickling in for another long day at work. The building appeared to be about twenty feet by his estimate, with large glass doors opening into a lobby area with a security desk. He couldn't be sure but the doors didn't appear to have a locking mechanism from what he could see, though the security desk doubtlessly checked the credentials of everyone who entered at all hours of the day.
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Post by melissia on Sept 27, 2015 17:33:54 GMT
Realizing she would be unable to read the file names, Dragonfly looked through the wireless matrix for a linguasoft to use. It was easy to purchase such a thing without leaving anything tracking her to where she bought it-- language software was quite common and pushed by the corps, after all, and it was just a matter of removing adware and scanning for backdoors in the code. That took a little bit of time, as well, but it was worth it. She began weaving the Polish-soft in to a complex form, a lens through which she could view the Polish matrix and be able to understand.
Later, when she had more time, she would integrate the actual translator bits of code in to her matrix avatar, but that would take longer than she figured they had. Realizing she was thirsty, she set up a comm channel for the group, and built up low-level firewalls around it-- she'd handle matrix security during the mission regardless, so it was pretty much her job to make sure no one's gear got hacked. The firewalls would be built up more en route, but for now... "Testing... okay, signal's good. Comm channel is set up, I'm beefing up its security. In the mean time, can someone fetch some synthjuice for me? I'd rather not leave this alone for the time it'd take."
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Post by admiral9 on Oct 3, 2015 19:42:42 GMT
Binh was having a pleasant stroll, albeit he wasn't the biggest fan of the rain he was here with a purpose and hence he went on, he stood in front of his objective, it was quite a large building with one visible entrance from this position, that entrance being the main one. Binh knew that going through the front would not be the wisest decision, and so he went into one of the alleyways that existed between this structure and the next. Looking around he saw a couple of fire exits, they would make for a potential escape possibility, he also saw the fire escapes on the second floor with ladders and metal balconies in addition he saw evenly spaced windows on the second floor, none on the first. That could be a potential break in point if they could get rid of the windows without making a sound.
Continuing on he went into the back alley, filled with trash and garbage up to an extremely unsanitary level he looked around, he saw a girl obviously underfed who appeared to be tripping on a BTL chip, he had seen this before and he only felt pity for those restricted by their situation, those not bound by an existence of corporate slavery were bound by poverty and lack of adventure but he could not help them, it was up to themselves to free themselves.
Continuing on he found a service door with a key card reader, it was obvious that he couldn't bust in through here but that pretentious decker they had might be. After making a mental note of all potential ins and outs he saw he finished his walk around the building and went on his way back to the metro, he still had to relay this info to his comrades.
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Post by Nepty on Oct 4, 2015 15:54:41 GMT
Vilkas stepped outside, and counted his nuyen. He wanted to get his hands on a pair of shock gloves -and a post office.
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Post by Nepty on Oct 9, 2015 18:33:05 GMT
Vilkas trudged down the street, heading for where he'd heard the Danes hung out. He needed to buy a few things for his mission. As he did, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the crude map of the city. He frowned. This was clearly a heat map. He decided not to bitch about it though. Like some people might.
Vilkas checked his watch to make sure everything was on time. He'd contact the Danes, buy the shock gloves he needed, then send Katyusha the money. Then he'd catch up on his sleep in preparation for the job.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2015 4:18:31 GMT
Player Event: NeptyVilkas trudged through the early morning rain, it didn't take long to arrive at the place he was told to look. An abandoned storage warehouse, he knew he was in the right place when he saw the words "blod høge" painted prominently above the crudely reinforced doorway. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched as he approached the doorway, but looking around he couldn't see anyone. Ordinary men would have dismissed it as simple nerves, but you didn't live long as a shadowrunner by making such foolish mistakes. One hand slipped into his pocket, wrapping around the brass knuckles he had stored in there as he rapped on the door. A view slit slid open and a pair of eyes stared out at him, "Ja?" It asked with a heavy Dutch accent. "Købe eller sælge?" When Vilkas didn't respond it switched to broken Polish, "[You here to buy or sell?]" "[Buy]." Vilkas responded. "[BTLs, drugs or gear?]" "[Gear.]" The view slit shut and the sounds of heavy bolts being unlocked sounded from the other side of the door. The door swung open to reveal an Orc adorned in gang tattoos, "[You want gear you speak with Ansgar by the loading dock, all prices are firm and all sales are final. And if you try anything funny you die.]" The Orc obligingly stepped aside to allow Vilkas to enter before shutting the door and bolting it shut again.
Player Event: melissiaAided by her new mastery of the Polish language Dragonfly returned to scanning through the publicly accessible files on this server, most of it was boring and irrelevant, training aids and such for new employees. She was able to find a fire escape plan which included the floor layouts on the first and second floors however, which she proceeded to carefully copy and send to her compatriot's PDAs. Digging a little deeper into the node she found a backlog of public memos sent out over the past 30 days, appeared to be some sort of automatic backup system. Opening it up and looking through it appeared to mostly be notes on changes in meeting schedules, public service announcements and similar things. Four messages stood out however, each one marked Urgent and sent out in the past two weeks.
Player Event: admiral9Binh stepped off the metro and onto the platform, bypassing the handful of people who lingered about the platform, walking up the steps and out into the rain he made his way back towards the apartment, he was almost there when he felt his stomach growl and it occurred to him that he hadn't eaten in quite some time. Glancing around him he spotted a handful of street vendors setting up their stalls or carts, he could head back to the safehouse and relay the information he had gathered to the rest of the team or he could get food now and beat the lines. Both options weighed carefully in his head.
Player Event: WarorkAleski set the PDA he had been using to going over the available pictures of the target building down and rubbed his temples. He had gleaned just about everything he was going to get out of those images, his stomached growled at him and his throat was dry. He recalled the troll at the desk mentioning that there were vending machines on each floor, perhaps he should go visit one.
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Post by Nepty on Oct 13, 2015 4:32:45 GMT
Vilkas slowly ambled through the warehouse, doing his best to look non-aggressive. He didn't want anyone's petty ego problems to get in the way of the mission. He approached the loading dock and asked a thug lounging against the wall for Ansgar. The man pointed off towards a gruff looking Dane with a notepad, apparently taking inventory. Vilkas approached him. "[Ansgar?]" "[Yes?]" "[I'm in the market for a pair of shock gloves.]" Better to be straightforwards. "[What's your price?]" He glanced around to make sure no one was sneaking up on him. He wouldn't put it past these people to try and pickpocket something off of anyone who entered.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2015 5:08:33 GMT
Angsar turned and dug through an open crate for a moment before pulling out a pair of bulky gloves. "[500 Nuyen flat.]" He said offering the gloves to Vilkas for examination.
Vilkas took a moment to look over the gloves, they were bulky, not enough to prevent him from making use of his pistols however. At first glance they didn't look too unusual, lots of designer gloves had metallic or plastic inserts these days. Only upon examination of the palms and the mircoweave located there did the true purpose of the gloves reveal itself to an observer. With a press of a switch a burst of electrical current ran through the gloves, shocking anything the palm happened to be in contact with. Further examination revealed that the serial number and any other identifying marks had been scrubbed off, probably with an acid rub.
"[Good for 10 uses on full charge."] Ansgar said. "[Satisfied?]"
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