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Post by melissia on Oct 15, 2015 0:58:40 GMT
Noticing the messages, she synced her timer with that of her Stealth Sprite, and had both of them download one simultaneously. The art of downloading documents without the local matrix DemiGOD noticing was a tricky one; but it was made easier through Resonance. The newly created Sprite blended in with the noise of this matrix server, and with a little effort, so too did Dragonfly. After downloading, she removed all traces of the action before the next ICE sweep, and faded back in to the resonant noise of the Matrix to look at what she and her Sprite had found.
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Post by Nepty on Oct 15, 2015 3:42:32 GMT
"[It'll do,]" Vilkas pocketed the gloves and transferred the money. _________________________________________________________ He hurried back to the rat-hole that was their temporary home, having already transferred 1,000 nuyen back home. He had 500, and he'd need that for living expenses. Speaking of living expenses... He glanced off to the side as he heard a pulse of noise from a nearby building. He appraised the sign. "Wladyslaw's Pub." His belly rumbled and he realized that it had been hours before he'd had any food. He cautiously stepped over the molding threshold into a dimly backlit bar. Vilkas wasted no time in choosing an inconspicuous seat by the door, and siting down. The menu was a self-serve electronic variant. He ordered up a highly unappealing bowl of apparently borchst-flavored soy stuff, and spent the minute that it was being prepared someplace (no doubt squeezed from a tube and heated) lamenting for the loss of more or less any type of food. He picked up the plastic spoon and dug unenthusiastically into the bowl, not surprised at all by the near-total lack of the advertised taste of borscht. "I'd kill for a few god damned pierogis," he muttered under his breath, ever-present scowl deepening. ______________________________________________________ Vilkas opened the door and entered the apartment silently. Dragonfly was still engrossed in the Matrix in her corner, and Reznya was chewing on something in his chair. Vilkas grunted a hello to both of them and then took off his coat and shoes and went to bed. Best to catch some sleep now, lest it be needed later.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2015 19:29:09 GMT
Player Event: melissiaDragonfly's growing sense of hunger and thirst was beginning to bother her, she would need to turn her attention back to meatspace soon. With that in mind she quickly opened up the files she had taken. Date: 01/27/2065 Attention all employees, on the 5th of February a maintenance team will be coming to fix the security error that has caused our recent issues. Starting on February 6th normal security protocol will resume. We thank you for your cooperation in this matter. -Emil Nowak, Head of Security. Date: 01/22/2065 Attention all employees, due to a security error there will be a change in security protocol starting tomorrow. All employees not working on the basement level will be required to have exited the building by 10:30 PM, employees working on the basement level will be required to show an additional security pass to stay later. Please see Mr Nowak to receive your security pass. Drops in work completion rates as a result of these changes will not be tolerated. -Antonia Malinowska, Building Manager.
Player Event: admiral9 Nepty Warork melissiaThe relative peacefulness inside the apartment was shattered by a series of loud bangs as something repeatedly kicked the door, rousing Vilkas and causing both him and Aleski to grab for their weapons. When the door failed to go flying off its hinges under the steady onslaught of kicks the pair of veteran runners exchanged a glance, without saying a word Aleski leveled his weapon on the door as Vilkas slowly approached. Peering through the peephole failed to reveal anything to the elf, and so in one deft movement he flung open the door and thrust his pistol out. Putting the barrel of the large Browning pistol directly into the face of a much surprised Binh. "Yo." The shocked Dwarf said. "Easy there, it's just me." "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Vilkas demanded, "You almost got killed." "Chill man." Binh said, shouldering past the much taller Elf. "I brought chow!" He announced holding up a quartet of take-out containers that appeared to be made of plastic scraps and glue. "And I brought some piping hot info 'bout the place we gonna hit." "I also discovered some useful things." The girl in the corner said, rousing from her trance-like state.
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Post by admiral9 on Oct 19, 2015 20:40:50 GMT
As binh made his towards a chair after distributing the food he began talking about his findings during his trip.
"So there's multiple issues we will have, first off to get there we will need to either take the public transportation or get a car, considering that we want to blast out of there after we take Krol's shit along with the fact that I have to bring my drones with me I think it would be best if I just borrowed some transportation... from another district ofcourse, I know for sure this hellhole wont have shit."
Before he continued talking he took a bite of the something he had bought, he thanked his god two packs and an M&M for the fact that the food was fried meaning that although it was practically tasteless it at least didn't taste of rat and disease.
"You know... I've had this thing called salt once, it was the most intensive taste experience I've ever had, I scored real big on this run and bought myself 5 grains of salt I will never forget that day." Binh realizing he had gone on a bit of a tangent remembering one of his lives greatest pleasures he quickly returned to the topic at hand.
"Alright, now erm... our strike point, the corporation has one obvious entrance, that is the front entrance which is guarded and we wont be able to use if we want to sneak in. Aside from this on the second floor there are fire exits and there is a service door at the back of the corp, either of those will have to be used if we want to come in, I did manage to see that the service door can most likely be opened by our decker over there, speaking of her, I heard you got some info too?"
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Post by Nepty on Oct 19, 2015 20:54:48 GMT
Vilkas sampled the food. Not bad. Worse than some, but hey, it was cooked. That was a plus in his book. Plus he was still craving pierogies, and this would have to do. He wolfed down the objectionable food as he listened to the others talk. As he ate, Vilkas picked a claw out from between his teeth. Rats, pigeons...it was probably all the same. And it was real meat, so that was something to be thankful for. He nodded at binh's comment. "Armies used to be paid in salt, I hear."
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Post by melissia on Oct 19, 2015 21:14:55 GMT
"Though part of me wonders, doesn't anyone have some damn synthjuice or something?" Dragonfly sighed as she pulled the files in to her brain for perusal, and then logged off, setting her sprites to idle and not get noticed until the heist.
"Ah well... another day, another faucet of goop." She grabbed a bowl and a glass, and got some fairly disgusting, but nutritious soypaste from the apartment's faucet, as well as some water-flavored soyjuice. At the very least, she was hungry enough to not care about how unappetizing it was, which was a blessing as she ate it down fast enough to let out a little burp, and it was over before the horror of what she just ate settled in.
"... now that that disgusting ritual is over with, I found something out, myself. And I quote: Attention all employees, on the 5th of February a maintenance team will be coming to fix the security error that has caused our recent issues. Starting on February 6th normal security protocol will resume. We thank you for your cooperation in this matter. Signed, Emil Nowak, Head of Security. An earlier email said that the basement level needs additional security passes to get around. This may be a viable entrance plan for us. I'll do some research and see if we can fake being members of the maintenance team, if we want to push the mission back to tomorrow, early morning."
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Post by Nepty on Oct 19, 2015 21:19:16 GMT
Vilkas paused in stuffing his face and looked up, half a rodent leg hanging out of his mouth. "This sounds very useful," he said, spraying food particles with each word. "Sneaking is as a maintenance team. Yes, this might work" He resumed eating as he waited for a reply.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2015 2:17:29 GMT
"I don't think that will work," Reznya said in between mouthfuls of dodgy takeout, "Most likely the maintenance company will have forwarded a list of who's coming to the building to the place's security team and secured passes in advance. It's how the local corps prevent runners from sneaking in disguised as maintenance teams. The only way to pull that off would be to figure out where the maintenance team is coming from, spoof a last minute change of roster with us listed as extra employees, and we'd have to get a hold of security passes and uniforms. I'm not too confident we have enough time to pull that off."
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Post by melissia on Oct 30, 2015 20:47:53 GMT
"Alternatively, we could also ambush the maintenance team, take their passes and uniforms and try to sneak in that way. Of course that's also rather risky, too, hrm..."
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