Limit of Infinity: A Shadowrun RP (Game thread)

[drmigit2]

"I will not agree to any such demand, Sketch, if we run into a SecTeam, they will not hesitate to kill us. Monofilament fences, combat mages,hermetic and shamanic, and Awakened creatures will be the least of our problems if this doesn't go smoothly."

Venaticus turned to face Wulf, he had gotten real tired of the brute now and his lack of respect for life. "I doubt you would even know how to get past a basic password system anyway. I bet you think that all we have to do is smash a few computers and we are set but let me make this clear. With the Matrix, there are backups of backups and it will take a real hacker some time to destroy all of it. You would only be a detriment as far as I am concerned so refrain from our infiltration mission and just kill whoever it is Tanaka san wants dead. The infiltration will run smoothly and without error because I know more about the insides of NeoNET than any of its guards." His cold gaze was focused on Wulf now and he went back to take a seat. He returned his line of sight to Tanaka hoping he explain away a few things.

 

[Redryhno]

"I doubt you would even know how to get past a basic password system anyway. I bet you think that all we have to do is smash a few computers and we are set but let me make this clear. With the Matrix, there are backups of backups and it will take a real hacker some time to destroy all of it. You would only be a detriment as far as I am concerned so refrain from our infiltration mission and just kill whoever it is Tanaka san wants dead. The infiltration will run smoothly and without error because I know more about the insides of NeoNET than any of its guards."

Wulf smiled, the machine was awfully stupid and high-strung for...well, anything. The inability to kill was a detriment to the run. He'd never been on any kind of job that didn't have some kind of death involved. Information and subtlety was the machine's forte, and he could respect that, he'd run across enough hackers and riggers in the gang to know their worth, but idealists didn't last long in the shadows. Knowing the insides of NeoNET, now that was something, and it told Wulf all he needed to know about him, he was NeoNET property, he wondered what they were willing to pay for it back, or even one of the other big 10, they'd drool over something like him, or send a team after Wulf, but the reward may be worth the risk. He'd find out from a couple of contacts later.

"Don't consider getting into Renraku a problem, Sketch. Now either accept the man's offer, or get the hell out, so that the payday is that much closer."

 

[drmigit2]

Venaticus was tuning Wulf out now, the only person that mattered was the one who could truly answer his question. The job would be tough, but they designed him to be able to get this done and he was beginning to question how high a priority he really was. Things like this had to happen occasionally. More redundancies. He was not worried about whatever it was Wulf had planned for vengeance. He was not the kind of guy to let these things slide by but Venaticus was a step ahead. Should he start to suspect Wulf, a little message could be sent via corporate security. Dangerous suspect, highly armed, send elite team, capture and hold indefinitely, Night Elf with duster on.

 

[hiei82]

Mr. Johnson compiled the questions in his mind as they were asked, letting the discussion take root. He had expected this sort of problem when he had started recruiting so many runners - it was to be expected they would have differences of opinion; but that's why he kept the exact details hidden.

He started by turning to the "silver-tongued" former lawyer. he returned the greeting in turn, happy to see someone who understood civilized culture. [b/]"I brought you in because in my experience, it is always beneficial to have someone who can solve problems with words on a team; bullets tend to create more problems when used in excess. As for additional payment, I believe my employer would be willing to pay more for more... discrete techniques to be employed. My main reason for bringing so many mage's however, is that the facility in question has significant magical protections. NeoNET may not mas-market magical goods, but they know its power. It also helps when you have a dragon on the board of directors."[/b] he finished, explaining his reasoning.

Turning his attention to the shape-shifter, he answered his first question. [b/]"The data archive has only one entrance and exit, a main gate. Only guards, maintenance personnel, and certain executives have access. As for the target, I will let you know after I see who has accepted my proposal."[/b]

Finally, he looked between Wulf and Venaticus, still arguing over how many to kill. Mr. Johnson slowly sipped on his sake, refilling it as needed, and waited for a lull in the discussion. When it came, he added his input. [b/]"Venaticus, the exact number of people who need to die for this job is up to you and your group. If you believe you can find a way in that requires no killing, and a way to capture the target, then no one need die. My only concerns are the removal of the target as a threat and the destruction of the data archive."[/b] Taking a moment to address Wulf, he added [b/]"I don't believe anyone has meantioned Renraku tonight. Perhaps you are thinking of a different job?"[/b], a sly look on his face. It disappeared for a moment as he amended his statement. [b/]"and, rumor has it, Renraku does not take kindly to people "getting into" them."[/b]

Expecting the fight and question to continue, he returned to his sake.

 

[Asclepion]

"If you go looking for death, you are certain to find it", Taylor muttered, under her breath.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Clay listened attentively, easing up on the trigger of his Colt now that their employer made himself known, along with the interesting cast of characters in his entourage. The runner was a little shocked that Mr. Tanaka was even shorter than he was, thinking that his height would legally make him a dwarf. The man on the suited midget's right was a lean tower, nearing eight feet from the looks of it. Clay recognized him from the strip club, though he had clearly showed greater discretion then than now, as he had be far less conspicuous and likely less inclined to show his status. Other than his tall stature, nothing really made him stand out from any other Yakuza yuppie Clay had seen; open shirt, terrible tattoos plastered over as much of their body as they could, and a certain air of superiority that only comes with spending enough time in certain circles of upper class society - the upper rungs of the upper class ladder, where people saw themselves to be better than everyone without a monthly salary exceeding six digits and a wardrobe worth enough nuyen to buy an entire chain of Burberry clothing stores. The woman in the group definitely stood out, having worn clothes that appeared as if the slightest breeze would put her 'assets' on display, not that it was a problem for Clay, he just hadn't expected such a scantily clad woman to be brought along with someone whose appearance just screamed "Strictly Business", and most certainly not during a business meeting of sorts. The last man to enter was even more out of place than the walking peep show, as he was fully armored and looking like some private Spec Ops member whose GPS took him to the wrong address for some infiltration job.

Christ, between the midget and RoboCop, those four are even stranger than everyone else in this bar combined, thought Clay as he sipped his scotch. He cleared his throat as there appeared to be a brief moment of silence and decided to make his stand clear, "Well, Mr. Tanaka, you can go ahead and count me in."

 

[mextliloco]

Jamal listened to the flow of questions as he considered the proposal. He leaned back against the bar and observed his potential employerThere was a mountain of a Yakuza, who made even Jamal and the walking suit of armor seem small. A deadly beautiful girl who was just scantily clad bring about a warning for every urge to stare she caused. And finally their Mr. Tanaka, almost typical with how nearly unassuming he was in stature and augmentation. Definitely the most dangerous if situation called for it. The job itself became all the more clear. Cross new exactly why he was here; he just finished a job for neonet.

I doubt my former employer is the Target but I still have someone inside whose good graces I've earned. I may end up having to burn a newly formed bridge but the payday will be more than enough compensation.

"I'm in, though i am curious as to what role in this you would have me play?".

 

[Floris2123]

Finwe seemed surprised by the reaction of his new friend. He would have excepted to be called stupid or something along those lined instead he got advice and understanding. Finwe looked really happy. He also looks relieved that Sebastian won't tell people that he is a doctor.

"Anyway, since we're still waiting the arrival of Johnson; how about I get you a drink. Anything you fancy?"

"Thank you allot for understanding and keeping my secret. I don't drink alcohol but thank you for the offer. I don't like any kind of addicting substance believe me if you had seen some of my patients you wouldn't either."
Finwe smiles and looks relieved.

The people enter and they begin to talk.
Finwe listens then looks at Sebastian.

"So are you going to accept the job friend?"

 

[Gabanuka]

After staying quiet for awhile Roberts began to speak

"Questions: Whose the psycho spaceman?" He said with a nod to Nova "and where can I sign up?"

Finally, a job which Roberts could sink his teeth into, he wasn't that good and vandalism but given time he could probably get into either building easily. As for the assassination, well there were more qualified people about.
He looked at the two men arguing about murder:

"If you can give me time I should be able to get in there without harming anyone, the issue is that I'm not much good with computers"

 

[hiei82]

Putting down his sake, Mr. Johnson answered the next slue of questions. [b/]"Clay; the specific details of what you are to do is up to you and your team to decide. I invited you because of your magical talent and the two facilities have significant magical defenses."[/b] He turned to Roberts, answering his question first for it was a much easier one. [b/]"I did not actually invite Ms. Nova or Mr. Suit - they came her of their own regard. As such, I have precisely no knowledge of them or the corporate experiments that made them."[/b] he said, smirking at his own, purposely horrible lie. Finally he turned to Nova (and Mr. Suit by extension) and tried to answer their questions. [b/]"I'm afraid I know little of "Mr. Suit", and what I do know is classified. As to the building; no, it does not."[/b]

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Darren listens to Mr. Johnson from the booth nearby.
"I assume you called me here as well. If this is the case, why? It doesn't seem like you require my talents to the extent that only I can do the job." he asks.

 

[Nooners]

Nolan spoke up from his booth again.
"Mr. Tanaka, I signed up for this job with the promise of information. What guarantee do I have that this information is worth such a high-risk job?"

 

[Terratina.]

Marlowe was shocked to see that the ragtag group did not follow suit with his greeting. The Japanese are very polite, very measured and very reserved. To them, until proven otherwise, you're just another 'gaijin' and thus disposable. Now he know the specifics of the job, he knew his contracts would be glad to help, this shadowrun squad, not so much. The fights had already shown the amount if cooperation this team was capable of this. But still, 20k plus bonuses? Well, the mages would have to stay until control for one and they had to be discrete for another. A minimum of 20k wasn't bad. His mind was made up.

"Tanaka-san, I graciously accept."

 

[hiei82]

Mr. Johnson continued answering the questions posed to him. [b/]"Well Shadowdriver-san, It is my suspicion it is impossible to escape from the facilities without being detected at some point, so I can only presume your knowledge of the streets of Seattle will be exceedingly helpful in escaping."[/b] he replied honestly with a slight shrug.

[b/]"And Nolan-san; I cannot determine the value of the information you seek - it is only to you that my information is particularly valuable. You know the price of it, whether you desire it or not is up to you to decide. But, if it were my brother, I would value the information highly."[/b] he answered Nolan, being intentionally vague.

 

[Gabanuka]

"so how much time do we have?" Roberts asked "I mean is there a finalized date or can we spend as long as we want?"
Please dont be too long he thought a group like this is gonna be at eachothers throats within a week

 

[drmigit2]

With every question, violence seemed more and more likely. Building can come down and...wait. Scientific experiment? All the sudden the former option of that suit being a creature seemed much more probable, it also explained his demeanor. Venaticus would have to run a search through his memory bank as to which creatures could speak English. Back to the matter at hand, it seemed likely that a distraction would be made in the recovery of data and the killing of the target which would draw most of the guards away from his objective. At the same time, while he was there he could also shut down any automated defenses, making everyone's lives easier. At least I can go through this without committing horrid atrocities. Except maybe to those computers.

Venaticus coldly stated while sitting down "I'll do it. Also, what exactly is the data you would like us to recover? You will have to be specific here because the underlying details of the mission will change dramatically depending on what you want."

 

[Nooners]

Josh Nolan did not like vague promises. But this Tanaka was not going to me of much help until the job was complete, and Josh knew there was no way he could quit after driving three-quarters of the way across the country.

"Okay. I'm in. When are the specifics of the job going to be given out?"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"So are you going to accept the job friend?" Finwe asked smiling afterwards, and looking rather relieved.

"I will Finwe, but first..." Sebastian replied with, before standing up to address Mr.Tanaka.

"Mr. Tanaka-san, before I sign on to this little mission, I have a series of questions I would like to ask first; to provide context and clarity." He then began reading off a notepad of questions he had made, whilst the other people stationed here, had asked their own.

"Firstly, what kind of defences do you expect that we will encounter during this mission?

Secondly, in regards to the person that we must detain, what made them become a target in the first place?

Thirdly, is there any specific method or means, that the target may be vulnerable?

Finally, as the Orc gentleman had asked earlier, what role will I have in this performance?"

Sebastian then sat back down, and patiently waited for a response.

 

[Terratina.]

Questions inspired more questions, it seemed.

"Tanaka-san, would we have any access to any facilities to aid to us in our mission?" Marlowe inquired. "And may I have some of that sake, if I may be so bold?"

 

[JokerboyJordan]

As he was ignored by the 7 ft environmental suit clad girl, Edge took to chewing on another stick of gum to alleviate his boredom as the rest of the folk around him turned quiet, as a bunch of what like Yakuza entered the club.

These strange selection of Japs revealed themselves of the Johnsons behind behind the offer, and suddenly they made it clear who they were as the began to explain what the job entailed. They were japanese, after information, from NeoNet. Renraku had revealed themselves.

As they were briefed on the specifics, Edge went over the events in his head. The infiltration of the facility appeared would appear difficult to those unfamiliar with the task, but as a traceur, it wouldn't prove to be that much of a challenge to him; the search for and acquisition of the data may prove tricky, but it would not be the first time that stealth was required of him, and last time he checked, knives were certainly quieter than guns; the destruction of the facility meanwhile was the task with which he felt the most uncomfortable with, as he had never really applied himself to learning about explosives, they were too loud, too volatile for his liking, and as such he had always used various underlings to use them when they were necessary. He was going to let someone else handle the specifics of that task, as there was no chance in hell he was going to risk blowing up his hands, they were the tools of his profession.

The killing of the target, and all the killing before him, would of course be a cakewalk.

He began to grow bored with the constant incessant questions that the folk around him asked. It had already been made clear that he would not reveal specifics until those had accepted, so why bother?

As he sat near the bar blowing a bubble with his gum, his eyes began to wander, catching the sight of the beautiful oriental woman who had came with the suited Johnson and his other acquaintance. She was unlike any woman he had ever seen, and bubble exploded as he sat wide-eyed. His eyes traced the voluptuous curves of her body, and as he did so, for a split second, her eyes caught his as he eyed her up.

*Gulp*

There goes my gum

His trademark smile grew on his face as he slowly rose from his seat. He made his way over to what others were calling "Ms Tanaka", and he stood with his hands in his pockets, cheeks rosy.

"Ummmm... Could I...possibly...buy you somethi-I mean a drink?"