"Matrix stuff archive" By Drexel (https://pastebin.com/u/Drexel) URL: https://pastebin.com/QCJmAMxy Created on: Tuesday 12th of June 2018 06:51:53 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 02:25:31 PM UTC ...IDENTITY SPOOFED ...ENCRYPTION KEYS GENERATED ...CONNECTED TO ONION ROUTERS LOGIN: XXXXXXXXXXXXXX ENTER PASSCODE: XXXXXXXXXX ... BIOMETRIC SCAN CONFIRMED Connected to NOLA SHADOWNET VPN... Welcome to the Big Easy Chummer There are currently 4 active users and 54 idle users [Horizon NewsNet] Denver FRFZ Dragon Standoff, latest updates *The Dragon Ghostwalker continues to hold the entire Denver FRFZ under lockdown. Negotiations attempts so far have failed.* [Local Headlines] Funeral of Ollie Barker. *Ollie Barker, New Orleans Jazz Legend has died at age 105. Public funeral will be held at 6 pm today at St. Louis Cemetery. * [Upcoming Events] *Krew of Capricorn parade cancelled in honor of Ollie Barker. Krew of Aquarius to hold parade Tuesday.* [Local Services] Local dining and Tourist info here. >>>>ENTERING PRIVATE ROOM<<<<<< Message: Spinnennetz: I've set you up with access to the local Shadownet, use it wisely and don't let me regret it. Spinnetz has left the room Fuzzer has entered the room Die Heliung has entered room Nuliajuk has entered room The wait for the bus takes two hours, The traffic takes even longer. But hey it's Mardi Gras!As he passes through East New Orleans, Fuzzer manages to witness a mugging under the overpass as two masked purple and green wearing orks and a troll beat the hell out of another ork wearing yellow and green. As the buses slowly makes their way down the backed up highway the real reason for the traffic jam becomes apparent. There's a long funeral procession going all the way down St Charles avenue, backing up the highways in both directions. As Nuliajak's bus gets close to downtown, she sees the funeral procession. The hearse is heralded by a huge walking brass band playing https://youtu.be/yKt5wZcbmb0. Finally after several hours the group finally arrives at Bourbon Street. Security Drones pass overhead as you exit the buss into the throng of the Mardi Gras crowd. The spicy fragrance of cooking Cajun food wafts into the streets as you approach Lariviere's. Drunken revelers wobble up and down the narrow Bourbon street some dancing to the constant tune of Jazz music. There are several topless women dancing on the upper balconies on either street. As you walk down the street AROs pop up constantly barraging you with advertisements, tourist info, and traffic warnings. Every block or so there is a black bordered trid recording of an smiling old man in sunglasses playing a saxophone, a caption underneath reads (Ollie Barker 1974-2079). Approaching Lariviere's you see the doors are wide open, it's a busy day. Before you enter the restaurant an ARO pops up welcoming you. Lariviere's Public Host has offered you a Mark. >Connecting to Host< >Reservations Found< >Right this way please< Your AR feed leads you to an empty table in the crowded restaurant. The menu shows up in your feed as well. >Gerald will be right with you< This restaurant features a live jazz band playing in the main hall, and there are a half dozen or so dancing nearby. Other than that the restaurant is crowded with patrons. The table you are at is near the center of the dining room. North is the kitchen so of which is open and visible, on each side south and east there are french doors open to the outside. West is a gambling parlor, a music stage with a jazz band, and a staircase guarded by two large troll bouncers. There's a portly human man wearing a chefs hat making his way through the table and loudly greeting and hugging patrons. He is on the other side of the restaurant near the gambling parlor. One of the waiters, a very toasty looking blond elf wearing a waiter's outfit, makes his way to your table. He opens up an notepad on AR. "Bonjour, bienvenue chez Lariviere sur Bourbon! I am your waiter, Gerald and it iz wonderful to have you here with us zes evening. Ze reservation holder, Miss Watson has left here zat she wishes me to go ahead and take your orders." He holds out his notepad. "Ah for ze gentleman in the shades we have ze Shrimp Creole, excellent! And for ze other Gentleman we have ze Boudin. Wonderful, a perzonel favorite of mine! And for ze lady we have...hrmmm." He takes a look at Nulia. "Ah ze Blackend Red Fish, an old house specialty! And water for everyone." He closes the notepad. "Vill zat be everything?" Gerald appears later with everyone's order. The food smells absolutely fantastic. And of course when you dig in the aroma justifies itself. The dishes have a rich heavy flavor,though the Cajun spice is a bit much perhaps for palettes used to soy based products. The variety of flavor is not something anyone here is used to. It's food from another era that has long since passed, but the taste of that era is still captured here. The portly man in the chef's hat passes near your table as you begin to eat. You see he has a thin mustache and a jolly red face. "Bonjour Mon Amis! I am Anton Lariviere the owner of this establishment, I trust everything is perfect tonight? Could I perhaps interest you in a bottle of our house wine?" Lariviere heads back towards the kitchen. You wait and make your way through the dishes. After what seems like about a half an hour, the restaurant becomes more crowded. Suddenly out of the crowd a raven haired elven woman sits down at the empty seat. Her hair looks a bit disheveled but with grace she runs her hand through it once and it is back to looking nearly immaculate. She would be immaculate too if it weren't for a spot of dirt on her black business dress, and a small cut on her chin. "Sorry for the wait, the traffic at this time of year is truly deadly." She composes herself looking around the resturant for a moment then back to the party. "Alright so I'm sure your third party was able to give you the basics. My name is Rebecca Watson and I represent Are- Bogg-BOGG?! Where are you?" She stops for a moment then stands up looking over the crowd waving her hand. A few seconds later a tall bluish green colored troll wearing a business suit and sunglasses pushes his way through to stand behind Rebecca at the table. He is openly carrying an Ares Predator, he looks a bit more scuffed up than Miss Watson. He nods silently and she looks back to all of you (specifically Sebastian) "Right so, Rebecca Watson, AresSpace...I've got an offer to make all of you, but first let me get a glass of wine. It has been a busy day." She opens up her AR feed and puts and order in, which Gerald brings. She takes a drink and sighs. "Right so before we begin, any questions?" The troll nods back to Fuzzer before returning to a stoic vigilant gaze at the restaurant patrons. Rebecca takes a long sip of wine. "Alright, so full disclosure, I work for division of Ares called NASA Consulting Incorporated. We do worldwide aerospace consultation and human resources services. For those of you that know history, that's the NASA or National Aeronautics and Space Administration that landed the first men on the Moon last century." She laughs. "And now we are an HR firm imagine that!" She takes another sip of wine and eats some bread. "One of our tasks is recruiting the astronauts that will fly on the many ships in our glorious fleet. Though these days it's less exploration and more garbage duty." The troll clears his throat, and Rebecca sips her glass again, nearly finished. "Right business. My benefactors are looking for a group of individuals with special skills....and backgrounds to join our next Astronaut group. Your third party has set me up with the three of you, and now here we are. But first we are going to have to establish your merit because not just anybody gets to work in space. A proving if you will. Which brings me to the job I have for you tonight." She looks around for a moment. "Sorry I tend to ramble, do you have any questions first before we get to details?" Rebecca smiles slightly. "Good.......so Proving Grounds, yes. NASA used to have a facility northeast of here off of Interstate 510 called Michoud. It's where the old Saturn V Apollo rockets were built. Here." She brings up an AR icon showing a map icon of the facility that you can pull up on your PAN. "Eight hundred acres of land dedicated to rocket stage production. It has fallen into disuse since the Crash back in 64', and recently damaged we think by last year's Hurricane Matilda. And we believe...occupied by squatters." She finishes her wine and orders another glass, the troll clears his throat again but she waves him off. "Now as with all squatters we need them cleared, but it will not be your prime objective. Your prime objective is this." She pulls up a icon of a huge complicated rocket engine. "This is the Ares Rocketdyne F1-X engine, the final evolution in the design pioneered by Wernher von Braun back in the 1960s over a century ago." She sighs for a moment looking in awe at the spinning ARO of the engine. "There are two surviving examples, and both of them are still housed at this facility. We want you to retrieve both of them and take them to our research center in Mississippi. The engines are extremely heavy and fragile so will need to be transported via barge." The next glass of wine arrives and she takes a sip. "Any questions so far?" Rebecca smiles at Sebastian, "Not on your life, these Engines are extremely valuable and won't likely be flown. But if you manage to get both of them intact you may just get to see a demonstration of their power at the testing center." She shrugs at Nulia's comment. "Hey don't ask me, it's the nerds at HQ in Houston that want the engines so bad. All I know is they are very valuable and unique. Maybe as research subjects, maybe as museum pieces." She waves her hand over the sat feed and advances the time forward and backward a few days. "In answer to your question, possibly both, we don't really know. It has been abandoned since 64 but probably squatted in since then. The traffic in and out has certainly increased substantially since New Years." She turns to Fuzzer. "Ah no, sorry but I'm not at liberty to provide material help. Think of it as part of your proving. I can give you what data we have on Michoud. Be aware though the data is over a decade out of date." She takes another sip. "With regards to the barge, funnily enough there is a barge moored at the dock south of the facility. We think it has been there since mid February." She pulls the barge dock up on the AR feed. She smiles warmly,"Wonderful, just Excellent! Then we are agreed?" /w Die You see the two bouncers at the bottom of the stairs are gone, there are a pair of masked Ork Gangers descending the stairs. /w Fuzzer you see the entrances on the south and west side are being blocked by four Ork gangers wearing the yellow and green you saw earlier today. "Miss Watson?" The troll Bogg has drawn his Ares predator. A woman screams. Last time the three runners were barely able agree to the Johnson's offer before a group of trog gangers from the Kannibal Kangz ambushed them in the resturant. After getting shot up and their dinner ruined the group made their way to Sebastian's hideout six blocks away to patch themselves up and plan. Nuliajuk 1 box of damage Fuzzer 4 boxes of damage (-1 wnd mod) *``[1 Unread message from Rebecca Watson] >Come by the museum when you get the chance, there's a someone here who may be able to help you.<``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] Resturant shooting at French Quarter linked to gang dispute.``* The group arrives at the New Orleans Museum of Voodoo. A nearby AR prompt offers you a mark for the Museum host. *`` Welcome to Museum of Voodoo ``* A pair of shrunken heads greet you at the entrance. Heading inside you see the museum displays look far more like religious altars than museum pieces. The various idols to Voodoo spirits are covered in coins, cigarettes, mardi gras beads, and other offerings. The most prominent display shows a painted portrait of a ethereal looking woman with piercing eyes wearing a white headwrap and 18th century clothing https://i.imgur.com/RzcyNDs.png . Further ahead there is a staircase leading to another floor full of exhibits/altars. A white haired black woman wearing a colorful red and yellow shawl is slowly making her way down the stairs followed by Bogg and a limping Rebecca Watson. The shaky woman gets to the bottom of the stairs and smiles warmly at the group. "Bonjour! welcome to the House of Voodoo, I'm the curator Clarabelle June, but ya'll can jus call me Mamma June." She smiles again then turns back to Rebecca who makes it down the stairs almost as slowly. "You kids go 'head and talk, I'll go make some Tea for Y'all." Rebecca limps down to the bottom of the stairs and nods to Sebastian. "We should be good to talk here, Mamma June has closed the Museum for the night. Sorry about earlier, I didn't think those gangers would follow us to Larivieres First she says to Nulia. "Some trog gangbangers ran us right off the highway and flipped us. Bogg scared them off and we made it downtown in time to get here. He was convinced it was part of a hit and not some random trogs attempt at mugging some obvious corporate looking types, I guess I needed a bit more convincing." She eyes Sebastian for a moment but responds directly. "Indeed. I was there meeting a contact of mine in the gambling parlor before I met all of you, and I didn't see them when I was upstairs so they must have come in after me. Did you notice the security in the Restaurant was shut down when the orks were shooting at us?" "Oh they just used to it is all. Especially Erzulie, she is making all this beauty an energy happening tonight." She says shaking her hips a bit as the mobility drone helps her along. The tea is really sweet, like diabetic sweet. Really good though. "Oh yeah the spirits are always gonna help you, or not. Depends on how you dance with them. That's what Marie Laveau did, that's what I do." She sips her own glass of tea and looks to Sebastian but also it feels to everyone else in the room. "Squatters? Der a couple a folks out there think they know Voodoo. They ain't know much, but they know enough to be dangerous. But that ain't the worst thing starin' ya'll down right now. I know it,Come straight from the bottom of the swam, Papa Tarasque has his eye on all of you." The rooms goes a bit quiet with the only noise being the whiring of the old mobility drone's servos. /w Nuliajuk You know nothing about a "Papa Tarasque", but you do know about a French legend concerning a beast that devastated the land and hid in a river or lake. Only a maidens song was able to calm it enough to lead it to the city where it was easily slain. This knowledge is especially of note to you because a few French researchers have proposed the Sea Dragon is also in fact the Tarasque of legend. "Oh he ain't just no monster, but he something nasty alright. Something straight from The Pit. B-but that's all we gonna talk about that..." She says making the sign of the cross. She looks to Sebastian, color still drained a bit from her face. "Yeah I can help ya'll but it's gonna cost ya. I've got a task needs doing." She glances at Rebecca and Bogg and then back to Sebastian and the others. "How ya'll feel about grave robbin'? Especially if the departed is an unfaithful, jack legged, jive talkin, no good sonovabitch?" Rebecca visibly grimaces, Bogg remains stoic as always, Mama June smiles, "Thats good. Ya'll seen the trideo of that raisin lookin fella with the saxophone Ollie Barker? He's an ex Husband of mine. He stole more than just my heart from me, and tossed it aside when I was no longer useful to him. But he some bad deals my friends lemme tell you! Ya'll ever hear about that story where the musician make them deals with the devil do get they talent? That was my Ollie, oh I know they just rumors but they true! I set him up with the contacts! Oh he think he better than me, got more younger spirit talkers hanging on him singing his Black Snake Moan! Oh you think I dunno what he singing about? I made you what you was Ollie, you didn't even name me in your will you worthless no good.... Ooooh that man,that man make me FURIOUS!" She says. The eyes in the voodoo idols have all lit up and the flames on the wall torches have turned green. There is a dull vibration in the room and everyone feels a mild sense of dread. Bogg seems to be going for his gun for a moment but Mama June calms down from her angry shaking as the mobility drone sits her down in a chair. "Anyways, I need you to get his wedding band off his corpse. Bring me his finger too just in case my friends on the other side be wanting it. Gonna make damn sure my friends get their sweet revenge on Ollie." "Oh that's right, sorry, They buried him a few blocks down at the St Louis Cemetery. You hear that? That sonovobitch be so ostentatious that he done got buried in the oldest cemetery in New Orleans! They opened up a closed cemetery for him! He dares to have his moldering corpse in the same place as the sainted bones of Madame Laveau!" She says angrily pointing at the painting of the woman on the wall. *``Monday, March 6th 2079 Local Time 02:48``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] Bold hooligans vandalize tomb of jazz legend Ollie Barker during memorial service. New Orleans police searching for suspects.``* The three runners are currently at Fuzzer's apartment safehouse off I-10. Sebastian and Dawna have have been mostly patched up and now they are currently watching as Fuzzer works to hack into the NOLA Police host. In Fuzzer's AR feed he is inside a blue transparent boxy low poly imitation of the police station. The blue lines of suddenly turn red as the Host detects an intrusion. *``>>ILLEGAL ACCESS DETECTED<<``* Immediately your icon is marked once and and IC program is launched and runs along the datatrack towards your icon. Roll initiative. NOLA HOST Host Rating:4 Data Processing: 7 Firewall: 6 Attack: 5 Sleaze: 4 Fuzzer OW score: 20 The team loads up in the Roadmaster and leaves Fuzzer's apartment complex. After refueling they get on the interstate and head back downtown. Immediately as they get off the exit ramp the notice there's a heightened police presence in the area. On your AR feed there's a message. More patrol cars and drones. Gridguide parks the Roadmaster two blocks from the Voodoo Museum. The streets have somewhat emptied out here and there are a couple of Patrol officers on horses followed by two police drones. As you exit the Roadmaster the horse patrol rides by, and the drones fly over your head and stop as you exit the vehicle. /roll 6d6>5 Nuliajuk /roll 6d6>5 Fuzzer /roll 6d6>5 Sebastian The runners walk over to the Voodoo Museum. The patrols aren't nearby and there aren't many people in the street. Mostly empty as the cool night air blows some paper rubbish into the street which is currently being cleaned by trash collector drones. At first they find the doors locked but immediately your AR feed shows your recognized Mark and the museum's host unlocks the doors. The interior of the closed museum is dark but as you cross the threshold nearby candles and torches burst to life with a greenish yellow flame that illuminates everything. You notice the stairs are blocked off. There's an uneasy sensation, and a feeling of a dull vibration. that isn't helped by the various skulls, dolls, and masks on the walls. They are all looking at you as if angry, just like the spirits back in the graveyard. The AR feed starts glitching again too, and it feels like an otherworldly fog is darkening things, leaving just the green light and the many,many angry faces. /w Nuliajuk You can hear a distant chanting in language you don't understand full of angry drum beats and screams. /w Die You can hear a distant chanting in language you don't understand full of angry drum beats and screams. /w Fuzzer You can hear a distant chanting in language you don't understand full of angry drum beats and screams. Composure test /w Nuliajuk You see flashes of your encounter with the Sea Dragon in your thoughts just like your Nightmares, you almost get a sensation like it is watching you here too. The masks seems to be laughing at you. Extremely loud cacophonic jazz music is drowning out the chanting now. /w Die You are immediately confronted by glowing apparition of Ollie Barker playing his saxophone with a smile. Extremely loud cacophonic jazz music is drowning out the chanting now from all directions. He stops playing and looks at you with a grin. Dead silence. He reaches up with his hand (missing the finger) and takes his glasses off revealing black voids of nothingness in his eye sockets. He's not longer grinning. He says in his gravely voice, "You ain't gonna forget about me cat. Soon enough you'll hear my Black Snake Moan. See ya round." /w Fuzzer The Masks laugh at you, the dolls stand up and start gathering around you and dancing. The chanting is being overpowered now by extremely loud cacophonic swing jazz music. The little laughing voodoo dolls are all dancing with each other in a horrible rhythm to the horrible music. It's too much to bear and you have to throw your hands over your ears to stop the noise bringing you to your knees. "Oh Lordy! You got me that finger didn't you!" Mama June exclaims loudly. She is standing at the stair case BEHIND you. Apparently you had wandered further into the museum than you realized. The fog is gone. The torches and candles are all out and the place is lit by its modern lighting. The masks and dolls no longer look as angry, and it seems the strange air has completely fled the room. Sebastian slowly comes to. Mama June hobbles assisted by her mobility drone over to the runners she looks down at Sebastian as she approaches. "I've heard it all on the news an- Good Lord Child what is wrong with you?" "Oh honey I know, it's dangerous work when you aint' got the hocus pocus on your side. I had my fair share of burns back in the day ya know. And lets see what you got oooh." Mama June lets out a little scream of joy and takes the bag. "EEEEE! Oh that old fool ain't gonna bother you anymore now that you got me this. His old friends of his ain't got nothing on me." She waves her hand a bit and the bag leaves her other hand and floats down the hallway and out of sight. "And how you musta humiliated that old fool's corpse by crashing his favorite car! I saw that on the news by the way, they've been talking about it for the last hour. Rebecca and her Troll been watching it too, she wasn't too happy bout it either, but you know I was. I hear they sayin his corpse went right through the windshield! Oh Baby! That's just the start of your misery Ollie you old bastard!" She hobbles over to a chair and sits. "And don't think I won't forget, You all need anything from me hocus pocus wise and I can help if it's within my power. And that's alot of power ya know! For starters I've got some special potions brewing for ya'll in the upstairs kitchen. Got them started after you all left." She smiles at Nuliajuk. "Oh yeah, it makes me feel almost young again. You know I worked in....that field of yours whatever it is back in the day. We were some of the really early ones too. Before the first Crash even. It was wild and deadly back then when magic was first coming back. Now things seem to have calmed down. Too much for my likin'! It breaks my heart I ain't gonna live long enough to see magic truly blossom in this world." She is reminiscing about the past when she notices Sebastian complaining about stomach pain. "Oh lord sorry honey I was wrapped up in the old days. Lemme help you, I'll brew some tea up on the downstairs stove." She hobbles off down the hallway. "That was a pretty bold move tonight." You hear the voice of Rebecca Watson calling down to you, she is standing near the top of the steps so you can just see her legs and arms holding the rails. "Miss Watson you should be resting" You hear a gruff troll voice. "It's fine Bogg, I'm sure they wish to talk just as much as I do." She replies limping down the stairs finally taking a seat near the bottom. Her leg is still bandaged. "At first I was not happy with what happened, but after a bit of thought I figure you guys were professional enough to pull something crazy like that off without getting caught. And after doing a bit of snooping it seems like the police are certainly confused as to who did it. So....well done. You're already proving yourselfs more than capable." She smiles "Hmmm, I'll let you in on a secret my bosses don't like me mentioning since you did so well helping Miss June. There might not be much, but there's magic up there." She points up to ceiling. "Not much, but it's there. I wouldn't want any of you to be magic users though. I think if you had been, someone else would have contacted you. I hear it's a bad idea to use magic up in space since there's not anything there to give it power. Ha, there's one rumor in my office that Ares offices in orbit offer hazard pay for awakened so if that's any clue." You hear Mama June and the whiring mobility drone approaching with clinking glasses. "Oh I tell ya somethin' Miss Watson, if God have wanted us to fly up there, he woulda gave us wings. No no don't get me near no air-o-spaceplane. You know my grandaddy died in a plane crash? Nu uh, don't send me up there no no. Here some tea for ya'll should calm ya nerves. Oh I'm so happy you got me that finger. Lemme see if I can find something to send y'all home with." She start looking through the various statues and dolls. She looks at you and the color drains from her face a bit. "Oh Miss you should be careful invoking that name. I know all about him, don't you worry. I remember when he first woke up fifty five years ago in the bayou. A Hurricane had passed over like the one last year. He woke up and swam right through the N'awlin Streets....eating folks." She sits down and sips her tea. "Ever since then I've seen him in my dreams whenever something bad was about to happen here. I know he's a serpent of some kind, a dragon. He know more magic than I do, that's for damn sure. He got the evil eye about him, and that eye fell on you all in my dream the other night, Miss Watson upstairs too. He's got your number, and Lord knows for what reason. There ain't much more to say than that." She sips her tea again. "Be careful with those. The mask you gotta wear but if you drop those dolls on the ground.. well watch." She takes one of the other dolls and waves her hand over it dropping it to the ground it immediately comes alive (or appearing as if). It dances around and runs about for a while. "They can't do very much difficult stuff but they can be used for some nasty pranks on people. The gator mask, well be careful with that one to as it will summon one of my friends by the name of Aggasu when you wear it and say his name out loud. Oh right! The potions." She hobbles upstairs and comes back downstairs after a few minutes carrying three glass flasks with purplish black liquid inside. "And these are a special recipe of mine. Should keep you hidden from view for at least a minute. They take a good bit to prepare so use them wisely." *``Monday, March 6th 2079 Local Time 04:00``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] NOLA Local News: Vandals still at large, public curfew cancelled after intervention from Mayor.``* *``[TransOrb Local Weather] >Update: Scattered thunderstorms for most of day, high of 55°<``* >switching the sequence of the last conversation, editing a bit, and reposting. "Be careful with those. The mask you gotta wear but if you drop those dolls on the ground.. well watch." She takes one of the other dolls and waves her hand over it dropping it to the ground it immediately comes alive (or appearing as if). It dances around and runs about for a while. "They can't do very much difficult stuff but they can be used for some nasty pranks on people. The gator mask, well be careful with that one to as it will summon one of my friends by the name of Aggasu when you wear it and say his name out loud. Oh right! The potions." She hobbles upstairs and comes back downstairs after a few minutes carrying three glass flasks with purplish black liquid inside. "And these are a special recipe of mine. Should keep you hidden from view for at least a minute. They take a good bit to prepare so use them wisely." Dawna holds up a hand. "I just have a question." She clears her throat. "Tarrasque. What's your relationship to it?" She looks at you and the color drains from her face a bit. "Oh Miss you should be careful invoking that name. I know about him, don't you worry. I remember when he first woke up fifty five years ago in the bayou. A Hurricane had passed over like the one last year. He woke up and swam right through the N'awlin Streets....eating folks." She sits down and sips her tea. "Ever since then I've seen him in my dreams whenever something bad was about to happen here. I know he's a serpent of some kind, a dragon. He know more magic than I do, that's for damn sure. He got the evil eye about him, and that eye fell on you all in my dream the other night, Miss Watson upstairs too. He got your number, and Lord knows for what reason. There ain't much more to say than that. His motives be beyond even my knowledge." She sips her tea again. You hear distant thunder rolling in as rain begins to fall outside. Die Heilung 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 5 Current Edge Nuliajuk 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 3 Current Edge Fuzzer 9/10 Physical 10/10 Stun 2 Current Edge "Oh probably, there be some nasty folks over across the river. And he be a nasty spirit. And I think I done reminded you earlier some of those folks think they know Voodoo out there, and all they managin' to do is cause a bunch of trouble!" She says to Sebastian. "In any case you take care of yallselves and dont hesitate to come by here if you need help. I think I'mma go get some sleep and dream about all the fun ways Ollies shrived ol' wretched soul is burnin' in hell right now!" She gets up giggling and waves goodnight. Heading up the stairs. *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 09:00``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] *``"I'm here to get us back on track." Archconservative Kenneth Brackhaven announces second bid for UCAS presidency. The world reacts.``* *``[Local News] "No respect for music, or this city!" Big Dog Tunes President Mariah O'Mara comments on Ollie Barker's funeral vandals. NOLA PD release composites of vandals.``* *``[TransOrb Local Weather] >Update: %30 chance of rain, high of 60°<``* *``[Ad sponsored by Horizon] Convergence, the new digital album by Seraphim and Big Dog Tunes. Out on your local matrix music hub.``* Die Heilung 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 5 Current Edge Nuliajuk 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 3 Current Edge Fuzzer 9/10 Physical 10/10 Stun 2 Current Edge It has been a rainy morning as the city awakens and prepares for Fat Tuesday. Several parades are being planned over most of the city for this afternoon and evening the largest being the Krew of Aquarius going down St Louis street. The three runners meet in a small coffee shop near the river. They are having their orders delivered when everyone notices on the shop's trideo feed three badly made 3d faces on the screen that somewhat vaguely resemble the three runners. *``Composite facial reconstruction of Ollie Barker Vandals.``* *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 09:00``* Sebastian leaves the coffee shop as the rain lets up a bit. Your Chauffeur Initial D arrives in his slightly customized SK-Bentley Concordat. "Hey Mr. Die! Good to see you again dude!" , He says as you enter the car. You both pull out of the coffee shop and head out of downtown, past the growing parade traffic and onto the interstate. Going across the river you head down I-10 and onto the I-510 spur heading south towards the Michoud exit. Coming up to the exit you see an ARO road signal. *``>>AREA SECURITY RATING:E<< >>ENTER AT OWN RISK<< ``* "Man my dad would kill me if he knew I was going out here!" Initial D says. Coming off the exit you head towards the Michoud Road. The huge grey rusted facility looms in the distance. The large Vertical Assembly Center appears collapsed and all the doors and windows boarded up. Coming down the road you see nearby ruined buildings covered in graffiti. Up ahead at the gate to get into the facility there is a overgrown metal fence with razor wire. The road ahead has debris scattered everywhere. Initial D looks around and suddenly screams "Holy Shit! That's a drekking head on that sign post!" Sure enough a the stop sign at the end of the road you see not one but several rotting impaled heads. "U-uh Mr. Die? Think it's fine i-if I drop you off here?" You walk down the road towards the dock. It winds down towards the riverside, and as you head further down each signpost has impaled rotting heads. You come around an overgrown section of the road covered in debris and finally you are in sight of the barge. There's a tarp cover over it. You can immediately see only one crew member here, an troll sitting in a foldout chair with a machine gun in his lap. To your right away from the river and up an embankment is the abandoned coast guard station. /w Die there is an ork rifleman in the window of the upper floor of the coast guard outpost. Another two armed orks are walking around on the lower floor The two speedboats pull up next to the barge, there are more orks on them and they seem to be loading some large containers onto the barge. The two guys come out from under the tarp to assist them. You decide to vacate the premises but as you leave the hair stands up on your neck as you hear someone approaching. Two voices coming down the road from where you just came from. A man and a woman. They are walking by your current location towards the barge. A business like female voice makes an even plea, "Mr. August I'm sure you can't expect them to get everything ready to leave by midnight. We don't even have the other engine ready for transport." "I do in fact expect it Ms. Irene and any delays I intend to hold you personally responsible for." A deep voice replies. "B-but sir!" The man stops, standing almost right over your location. "No excuses, No delays, there's no time for any of it." [PAUSE] *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 18:30``* *``[WARNING:NO MATRIX CONNECTION]``* *``Current Depth: 11 meters``* It is the night of Fat Tuesday and out in the streets the city is celebrating Mardi Gras. At the bottom of the New Orleans East Canal lurks the Ganglia and its shadowrunner crew. They are currently making final preparations for the night's work. After setting the subamrine down Nuliajuk can see on the sensors that the two surface patrol ship are still circling around the area they were last seen. *``[MATRIX CONNECTION ESTABLISHED]``* Sebastian sees immediately on his own ARO feed. *``[ 6 MISSED CALLS]``* And less than a second later *``[INCOMING CALL: MAMA JUNE]``* An ARO of Mama June pops up on the communications console. She looks a bit out of breath and her hair is slightly disheveled. "Oh thank God I found you! Lord I had thought they had already done got you!" She takes a breath. "My friends is just arriving here to help out. *cough* Oh they warned me not to go out ahead but y'all being pressed for time and all. *cough* phew it ain't as easy as it used to be but I managed to get a good look at the hocus pocus they got going over there in the Ninth Ward." "Oh mercy you kids! Haha*cough* *cough*." She starts coughing a bit as she walks back to a nearby chair. "*cough* That old abandoned plant ain't so abandoned after all. There were three spirits patrolling around the outside I managed to distract." She sits down on a chair assisted by her mobility drone. "So ya'll won't have to worry about them for a bit. Whoever summoned' em might still be there but I'm guessin' by the time they realize *cough* what happened ya'll be there already and my friends and I will have set up to help ya'll better." The drone brings her a glass of water and she takes a sip. "Yeah ya'll probably have a shaman or two in that building, but don't ya'll worry, it'll only take an hour or so for us to set up here but once we is all you gotta do is call it in and we can give ya'll some of dat heavy artillery!" She looks at you confused for a moment but then you see it click. "What are- Oh! Oh I see honey, yeah that's right. Don't ya'll worry about all those extra party guests we got plenty of extra punch for them! Haha!" There's a pause. "But...that...ain't everything. You still have that one special guest I told ya'll about. He's out there somewhere ya'll. I didn't see him but it was easy to feel his presence." She says looking a bit disturbed. *``...IDENTITY SPOOFED``* *`` ...ENCRYPTION KEYS GENERATED``* *`` ...CONNECTED TO ONION ROUTERS``* *``LOGIN: XXXXXXXXXXXXXX``* *`` ENTER PASSCODE: XXXXXXXXXX``* *``Connected to KANNIBAL KINGDOM VPN...``* *``KANGS THE ONLY ROYALITY IN NOLA``* *``There are currently 63 active users and 14 idle users``* KK: [PINNED] OUT OF MICHOUD BY MIDNIGHT, STAY AND GET FRIED A voice message plays *``Nuatical: [SOUND ONLY]``* "Ya'll we got divers in the Canal. Patrol 1 is encountering divers what do?"* *``REM1X: Prolly one of PT's friends.``* *``Nuzzly: Or just a big fish. ``* *``Fishy: Eat Drek Nuzzly. ``* *``Fishy : PT2 Sensors has nothing.``* *``KK:[SOUND ONLY]``* *"Dockside we staying on High Alert! I'm coming over there right now!"* *``WARNING: HOST HAS PRELAUNCHED IC``* Your cyberdeck warns you that a patrol IC is scanning the area. Once again you see a pyramid shaped eye icon floating over yours and doing a quick scan. /roll 4d6>5 Matrix Perception *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 19:30``* *``KK:[SOUND ONLY]``* *"Alright ya'll I'm down here at the docks. The Royals is getting ready to ship out. PT 1 gimmie a sitrep!"* *``Nuatical: [SOUND ONLY]``* *"Huh?"* *``KK:[SOUND ONLY]``* *"What's yo drekking status?!"* *``Nuatical: [SOUND ONLY]``* *"Oh, we aint' spotted anything else, maybe it was fish."* *``KK:[SOUND ONLY]``* *"Fuck that shit, stay on alert!"* The patrol IC is back and is scanning over your area. /roll 4d6>5 Matrix Perception /w Fuzzer of the two hidden users, the Krimson Kidd appears to currently be idle. *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 17:30``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] Without a candidate like Dunkelzahn who will challenge Brackhaven in 2080?``* *``[Ad sponsored by Horizon] [Upcoming Trideo Series]'Ghosts from the past, Whispers from the future' Season 2 of NuAvalon premieres Sunday. ``* *``[TransOrb Local Weather] Light rain tonight, low of 40°<``* It is just after sundown on Fat Tuesday. Nuliajuk's submarine slowly makes its way down the East Canal towards the Michoud dock avoiding shipping traffic. Fuzzer and Sebastian are also aboard with Sebastian currently in AR on a secret VPN with one of his contacts. *``Connected to TEUTONISCHE RITTER VPN``* *``There are currently 2 active users and 0 idle users``* *``K: Ich werde dir bei deiner Mission behilflich sein, und im Gegenzug werde ich deine Hilfe in der Zukunft für eine Sache verlangen, die ungefähr gleich schwer wie die vor dir ist. Was sagst du?``* *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 15:45``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] NeoNet shares take another dive after Proteus cancels satellite contract.``* *``[Local News] "Updated Parade Route Info, How to stay safe on Mardi Gras.``* *``[TransOrb Local Weather] >%20 chance of rain tonight, low of 40°<``* It is mid afternoon on Fat Tuesday. Sebastian is currently shivering in the hatchway drenched after swimming over to Dawna's submarine in the freezing Pontchartrain waters. Meanwhile Fuzzer is still back at his Apartment still doing his work. It has been lightly raining on and off since noon. *``>>Nuzzly: Yo man you there?"``* *``>>[PRIVATE MESSAGE] [[Encrypted message]].<<``* *``...IDENTITY SPOOFED``* *`` ...ENCRYPTION KEYS GENERATED``* *`` ...CONNECTED TO ONION ROUTERS``* *``LOGIN: XXXXXXXXXXXXXX``* *`` ENTER PASSCODE: XXXXXXXXXX``* *``Connected to KANNIBAL KINGDOM VPN...``* *``KANGS THE ONLY ROYALITY IN NOLA``* *``There are currently 12 active users and 85 idle users``* *`` ...MARK ACCEPTED``* *``...IDENTITY CONFIRMED``* *`` ...ENCRYPTION KEYS GENERATED``* *`` ...CONNECTED TO ONION ROUTERS``* *``LOGIN: XXXXXXXXXXXXXX``* *`` ENTER PASSCODE: XXXXXXXXXX``* *`` Connected to TEUTONISCHE RITTER VPN ``* *``There are currently 2 active users and 0 idle users``* *``Die Heilung has logged in``* *``K has logged in``* *``K:Du warst beschäftigt``* *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 16:45``* Fuzzer takes an half hour long cab ride up to the boat launch and finishes his search in the same time (still connected to the VPN). Nuliajuk's sub is submerged just off the lakeshore. It is now nearly five in the afternoon. /w Fuzzer By backtracking through the conversation log during your ride to the boatlaunch you are able to paint a rough picture of what is going on. Over the past six months the Kannibal Kings have been working with a big underworld player by the name of 'Papa Tarasque' They seem to revere him because apparently he is the one enforcing a peace treaty between them and their main rivals the Royals which is another ork gang. Apparently both gangs have been slowly clearing out the ruins of the Michoud facility for the 'corporates' that PT also has working for him. You hear mention of a small team of 'pasty looking' technicians who have been working on the old rusting rocket boosters after the gangs managed to clear the ruins for them. They are working on detaching these old rocket engines from the boosters and getting them ready for secret transport. Now here's the crucial info. There has been a mad dash and flurry of activity in the past three days. Rumors that government or megacorp spooks in the area and arguments in the upper leadership. PT apparently wants to move up the schedule so the engines are being moved tonight. The gangs are pretty miffed about this but apparently from the conversations you are reading the corporate techs are all running around like crazy trying to get these engines detached and moved. Apprently they are having serious trouble with one and there's a possibility that it might be left behind. KK is also insisting that he has all his men out of the facility when the Barge leaves. *``[PRIVATE MESSAGE]Ich weiß wo du bist, folge mir.``* *``MARK [VPN ACCESS] Gained``* *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 22:05``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] Update on Cayenne Summit: Speaker Hualpa has agreed to meet with SK CEO Lofwyr next spring.``* *``[Local News] NOLA Police Chief Martel announces tougher measures on gang crime after Ollie Barker vandalism incident.``* *``[Ad sponsored by Horizon] Vitality of the Dragon! DracoDust Energy Supplement™ Available at your local Stuffer Shack! ``* *``>>AREA SECURITY RATING:E<< >>ENTER AT OWN RISK<< ``* "C'est magnifique. I had hoped we would run into each other before la nuit est finie." The grinning man in the overcoat is standing in front of a working bank of computers across from Sebastian and Dawna. There is a roughly 20 meter gap of collapsed floor between you and an equally large hole both in the ceiling and the floor below you. To either side are half ruined cubicle spaces covered in dust and rubble. Fuzzer is on the ground floor three levels below near the west door that goes further into the Michoud facility. There is an old style wired Matrix access port here that seems to be active. Currently however his attention is focused on hacking into the commlink of a Proteus rigger who is piloting the barge with one of the F1-X engines. With a *``[MARK ACCEPTED]``* you get inside the commlink, currently the user is in hotsim VR and in his control rig. The engines are being started up and he has not noticed you yet. /w Nuliajuk Your anxiety from the Sea Dragon is bubbling up, small flashbacks are happening. Roll composure. /w Die You are starting to hear the jazz music in the back of your head and your anxiety is acting up. Roll composure. The man continues to smile. "A jester. Tres biens. I shall enjoy this. The engines you have come for Monsieur? Have you ever wondered why they are worth anything to anyone? They are museum relics no? Merely the last remaining examples of the might of 20th century German-American engineering hohoho!" He chuckles a bit then a commlink tone sound from behind him. "Hmmm? Oh yes I see, we are both on timetables so I will not keep you much longer." He holds up his hand and snaps then from behind the ruined cubicles to either side emerge a pair of Ork gangers armed with submachine guns. Fuzzer gets another *``[MARKS ACCEPTED]``* signal with now three marks on the Riggers commlink without his notice. He starts the Barge engines and breaks the mooring lines. Die Heilung 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 2 Current Edge Nuliajuk 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 3 Current Edge Fuzzer 9/10 Physical 10/10 Stun 2 Current Edge -all spent edge replenished- Die Heilung 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 5 Current Edge Nuliajuk 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 3 Current Edge Fuzzer 9/10 Physical 10/10 Stun 2 Current Edge /roll 1d6+10 Jean-Paul St August (Papa Tarasque) /roll 1d6+6 Ork Thug 1 /roll 1d6+6 Ork Thug 2 /roll 4d6+10 Proteus Rigger Everyone Roll initiative. Defense 8 dodge. 18 soak -all spent edge replenished- Die Heilung 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 5 Current Edge Ammo: (4/6) Nuliajuk 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun, James 1/10, Janet 10/10 3 Current Edge, Ammo: (16/25) Drones: (33/42) Fuzzer 9/10 Physical 10/10 Stun 2 Current Edge *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 22:07``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] Jet setting mogul CEO Johnny Spinrad of Spinrad Industries rumored to be in talks with Global Sandstorm for potential merger.``* *``[Local News] Krew of Aquarius parade highlights. Seraphim rocks parade crowd with surprise performance.>>TRID RECORDING AVAILABLE<<``* *``>>AREA SECURITY RATING:E<< >>ENTER AT OWN RISK<< ``* *``[Ad sponsored by Horizon] The Ares Alpha. Defense you trust, for the Enemy you don't. ``* Gunfire continues to sound in the distance as the NOLA Police continue to battle the smugglers at the Barge dock. Fuzzer is currently at the bottom floor of the Ares Trid office in the process or wireless hacking the now driver-less Barge as it idles in the canal. Next to him there is a door leading into the larger facility and a pre-Crash Matrix access port near the door. Meanwhile Sebastian and Nuliajuk have neutralized the two Ork bodyguards and seemingly have driven away the magic user "Papa Tarasque" They are both still on the third floor of the ruined office building. Sebastian picks up the two Ingram Smartguns from the corpses (12/32) for both, disabling their smartlinks. Meanwhile Nuliajuk sees in her AR feed the view from James and Janet. James is hovering over the pool of blood and the computer console. There is an old container with datacards in it, some strewn about on the console and three plugged into the dataports. Janet is looking out the north facing window. There is a trail of blood leading here that tapers off before reaching window. On the window seal there is another datacard with a small smear of blood on it. Nuliajuk rounds the corner into the office with the intact computer console with the datacards. She can see clearly where an injured person fell and bled out for a few moments while crawling to the window. The trail leads to the north facing window where the only bloodied object is a datacard on the window seal. Outside the window its about a forty meter drop to the ground level. Beyond the immediate rubble strewn abandoned parking lot there are several ruptured chemical containers slowly leaking out an orange brownish sludge. Dawna's found card *``F-1X_anomaly.trid``* *``F-1X_Integration.fab``* *``Pegasus_Fabrication.fab``* *``Antares_Fabrication.fab``* *``Atlas_VI_Fabrication.fab``* *``RUNNING COMPATIBILITY PATCHER``* *``CONNECTING WITH NODE``* *``[WARNING: SYSTEMS ON BACKUP POWER]``* *``[WARNING: CATASTROPHIC DAMAGE SUSTAINED, PLEASE EVACUATE BUILDING]``* -Michoud Plant Access Node- *``[Roof Crane Access]``* *``[Assembly Schedule]``* *``[Employee Registry]``* *``[Remote Drone Control: OFFLINE]``* *``[Security Control:OFFLINE]``* -Ares Trid Studio Annex Node- *``[Roof Crane Access]``* *``[Trid Camera Access: OFFLINE]``* *``[Security Control:OFFLINE]``* Nuliajuk sets off another ping as she approaches the sludge, the ping picks up motion and you look up to see Jean-Paul St August standing on top of the leftmost tank on a catwalk. there's a ladder that leads up to where he is. "Vous êtes très persistant. Vous even are willing to wade through the toxic filth to find your nemesis no?" Roll initiative Nuliajuk makes her way over to the ruptured tanks. The area has a pungent acidic smell that gets worse as you follow the footprints which are easier to follow as they have stepped in the toxic goop. The trail leads between the tanks and then ends when it reaches a large mass of the toxic sludge that is slowly flowing into the Michoud canal. *``ACCESS GRANTED``* *``RUNNING COMPATIBILITY PATCHER``* *``CONNECTING WITH NODE....``* *``-MICHOUD PLANT SECURITY CONTROL-``* *``[WARNING:ALL SYSTEMS CURRENTLY OFFLINE]``* *``[WARNING: SYSTEMS ON BACKUP POWER]``* *``[WARNING: CATASTROPHIC DAMAGE SUSTAINED, PLEASE EVACUATE BUILDING]``* *``[Surveillance Trid Access:OFFLINE]``* *``[Door Control:OFFLINE]``* *``[Turret Control:OFFLINE]``* Die Heilung 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 5 Current Edge Ammo: (4/6) Nuliajuk 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun, James 1/10, Janet 10/10 3 Current Edge, Ammo: (16/25) Drones: (33/42) Fuzzer 9/10 Physical 10/10 Stun 2 Current Edge *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 22:16``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] NeoNet stock drop five points on Tuesday closing. ``* *``[Local News]What happens to all those Mardi Gras beads after the Parade? Find out here``* *``>>AREA SECURITY RATING:E<< >>ENTER AT OWN RISK<< ``* *``[Ad sponsored by Horizon] Convergence by Seraphim out now on AudioHub. >>FREE SAMPLE TRACK<<``* It's a quarter past eleven o'clock on Fat Tuesday. Sebastian finished up with treating Dawna's shrapnel wound as she watches the burning chemical tanks in the distance where she had her confrontation with Papa Tarasque. Fuzzer is still hooked into the old Matrix dataport and accessed to the Michoud Facility security control Node having just reconfigured the targeting parameters for the turrets in the Final joining and positioning room where the remaining F1-X engine is being stored. /w Fuzzer the Turrets are still switched off and only need to be activated with control device action whenever you want them on. *``ACCESS GRANTED``* *``RUNNING COMPATIBILITY PATCHER``* *``CONNECTING WITH NODE....``* *``-MICHOUD PLANT ROOF CRANE ACCESS-``* *``[WARNING: SYSTEMS ON BACKUP POWER]``* *``[WARNING: CATASTROPHIC DAMAGE SUSTAINED, PLEASE EVACUATE BUILDING]``* *``[Crane 1: ONLINE]``* *``[Crane 2: ONLINE]``* *``[Crane 3: ONLINE >>WARNING MALFUNCTION<<] *``[Crane 4: OFFLINE] Fuzzer disconnects from the Matrix access point and the three Shadowrunners leave the safety of the Ares Trid office and head into the facility. Only emergency lighting guides you across the cluttered floor of the former Trid studios. Once you make it to the other side there is a bit more light. The light is coming from two trashcan bonfires and slowly it becomes apparently you are walking into a crude squatters camp. There are tents set up on either side of the open spaces once used for trid film sets. There are a few of these Squatters standing around the bonfires, mostly made up of pitiful looking Orks and Trolls but some humans and dwarves. Most are huddled in their tents and sleeping bags. Sebastian gets a quick headcount of about a dozen individuals he can spot, either asleep or huddled around the two bonfires. /w Die you see out of the corner of your eye one hooded squatter duck away as soon as you appear near the fires. He runs north and rounds a corner out of sight. /w Nuliajuk Janet and Jack see on their radar movement coming in your group's direction from the direction of the Clean Room About thirty seconds later a group of four Orks, two armed with machine pistols, run into the area. One carrying a shotgun calls over "They ain't here! Spread out!" The two with the SMGs go north and south respectively while the other two remain behind and start looking around the squatter camp. "Hey any of you worthless dreks seen a suit wearing mofo and two other guys come running out of PT's office?" The one with the shotgun calls, and when nobody responds for a beat and he yells. "SPEAK UP!" *``ACCESS GRANTED``* *``RUNNING COMPATIBILITY PATCHER``* *``CONNECTING WITH NODE....``* *``-MICHOUD PLANT ROOF CRANE ACCESS-``* *``[WARNING:ALL SYSTEMS CURRENTLY OFFLINE]``* *``[WARNING: SYSTEMS ON BACKUP POWER]``* *``[WARNING: CATASTROPHIC DAMAGE SUSTAINED, PLEASE EVACUATE BUILDING]``* *``[TPS gun: OFFLINE]``* *``[Milling Machine: OFFLINE]``* *``[Vertical Laythe: OFFLINE]``* *``[Stage Fabricator 1:OFFLINE]``* *``[Stage Fabricator 2:OFFLINE]``* *``[Stage Fabricator Closeout:OFFLINE]``* *``[Robotic Welder:OFFLINE]``* , Stage Fab 2, Stage Fab closeout, Robotic Welder *``[TPS gun: ONLINE]``* *``[Vertical Laythe: ONLINE]``* "Y'all holding out on me?" The Ork with a shotgun says waving his firearm. Finally the sole human standing nearby speaks up. "Man we don't want any trouble from y'all or that Dragon dude! That his word man!" The Ork walks up to the human and shoves the shotgun in his chest. "He said ya'll could keep living here, that's it he ain't said nothing about me havin to tolerate yo ugly face. And I think ya'll need to learn some respect." He looks like he's about to blow the guy in half for moment but then he pulls the shotgun away and slings it over his shoulder smiling and laughing. The other ork starts to laugh as well, and even some of the squatters join in with nervous chuckles before the Ork with the shotgun stops laughing and suddenly hauls off and smacks the guy across the face with the butt of the weapon, sending bloody and teeth flying and the human squatter to the ground. "Respect" The ork says coldly. Die Heilung 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 5/5 Current Edge Ammo: (5/6) Nuliajuk 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun, James 1/10, Janet 10/10 2/3 Current Edge, Ammo: (8/25) Drones: ( 21/42) Fuzzer 9/10 Physical 10/10 Stun 2/2 Current Edge *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 22:27``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] Latest TransOrb satellite pictures showing Typhoon Usagi gaining strength off Japanese coast.``* *``[Local News]Breaking: Reports heavy gunfire in East Canal district. Police Chief "Intergang violence likely."``* *``>>AREA SECURITY RATING:E<< >>ENTER AT OWN RISK<< ``* *``[TransOrb Local Weather] Light rain tonight, low of 40°<``* The roof crane drone begins to spark and emit black smoke as it grinds to a halt. The three shadowrunners are stranded about fifteen meters in the air. Nearby there is an undamaged roof crane that can be reached with a lucky jump. Below most of the Orks have been killed in the crossfire and only two remain standing (one of which just shot up your crane). (Continuing where we last left in initiative) Fuzzer *``ACCESS GRANTED``* *``RUNNING COMPATIBILITY PATCHER``* *``CONNECTING WITH NODE....``* *``-MICHOUD PLANT ROOF CRANE ACCESS-``* *``[WARNING: SYSTEMS ON BACKUP POWER]``* *``[WARNING: CATASTROPHIC DAMAGE SUSTAINED, PLEASE EVACUATE BUILDING]``* *``[Crane 1: ONLINE >>WARNING MALFUNCTION<<]``* *``[Crane 2: OFFLINE]``* *``[Crane 3: ONLINE >>WARNING MALFUNCTION<<]``* *``[Crane 4: OFFLINE]``* *``[TPS gun: ONLINE]``* /roll 1d6+6 Ork 12 /roll 1d6+6 Ork 13 /roll 1d6+6 Ork 14 /roll 4d6+4 Roof Crane Technicians will all act at end of each pass Die Heilung 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun 1/5 Current Edge Ammo: (6/6) Nuliajuk 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun, James 1/10, Janet 10/10 2/3 Current Edge, Ammo: (25/25) Drones: ( 42/42) Fuzzer 8/10 Physical 10/10 Stun 1/2 Current Edge *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 22:30``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] Financial Times: Market analysis of NeoNet shares drop. Advice: Prepare for volatility going into 2080``* *``[Local News]Breaking: Police Chief Martel reports: "East Canal Zone situation contained and under control."``* *``>>AREA SECURITY RATING:E<< >>ENTER AT OWN RISK<< ``* *``[Ad sponsored by Horizon] "Inconvenient blood loss? We'll patch you up!" DocWagon Gold Service Contract starting at 25,000¥``* It's an hour and a half before midnight on Fat Tuesday. "Mr. August is foolish for allowing you this far. The Foundation will surely be pleased when I tell them how I dispatched you." The glowing woman in the blue Proteus jumpsuit is standing near a stack of metal crates along with about a dozen other Proteus technicians who are mostly cowering in fear behind cover. Fuzzer still slightly wounded sits leaning against the Ares rocket booster while Sebastian and Nuliajuk have their backs to the F1-X Engine. Outside there is a horde of heavily injured and angry Orks slowly making their way up to the facility from the west. /roll 8+1d6 Ms. Irene (Spending Edge: Seize the Initiative) Roll init (Talking is free action) *All edge replenished!* Die Heilung 9/9 Physical 7/9 Stun 5/5 Current Edge Ammo: (6/6) Nuliajuk 9/9 Physical 9/9 Stun James 0/10, Janet 0/10 3/3 Current Edge, Ammo: (6/25) Drones: N/A Fuzzer 8/10 Physical 10/10 Stun 2/2 Current Edge *``Tuesday, March 7th 2079 Local Time 23:25``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] Top 10 Summer Fashion choices you won't wanna miss out on!``* *``[Horizon Newsnet] Entertainment News: Cross Point Prequel announced, Conner Hollister expected to reprise role as Agent Ace Holt.``* *``[TransOrb Global Weather] Latests updates on Typhoon Usagi >>LIVE TRIDEO STREAM<< *``[TransOrb Local Weather] Light rain tonight, low of 40°<``* *``>>AREA SECURITY RATING:E<< >>ENTER AT OWN RISK<<``* *``[Ad sponsored by Horizon] Buy the Cross Point Trilogy now on the Ares Trideo marketplace!"``* Nuliajuk and Fuzzer have reached the Pegasus Barge intact. Die Heilung is about half a kilometer away carrying two destroyed drones. As he wades through the tall grass near the concrete path he finds a dying Ork who threatens him and raises a pistol on him. (Die Heilung) Roll init /roll 1d6+6 ARES MARINE “PEGASUS II” BARGE Rocket transport Hand Speed Accel Body Arm Pil Sens Seat 5 4 2 16 10 3 5 6 Standard Upgrades: Drone Arm(Basic S:18 A:4),Winch(Basic), Personal Armor(R5), Satlink, Rigger Interface, Weapon Mount x2, Gun Ports x4