They Call Us Mad. (Closed. Started)

[Rainboq]

Rachel sighed, and nodded to the doctor, and flicked her red hair to the side. She went through her usual mantra in her mind, Alright Rachel, you can do this... You're on the homestretch, one last hardware upgrade and its all software from here.

"Alright, administering anesthetic, you won't feel a thing," replied her doctor as he hooked an IV bag into a tube protruding from a vein and placed it on the metal "Christmas Tree".

The doctor didn't lie, Rachel did what was supposed to be a blink and woke up nearly nine hours later, her mind fuzzy and her eyes not entirely focused. She looked around, her eyes refocusing, "How did the procedure go?"

"Should be fine, but you never know," replied the doctor as he sanitized his hands

Rachel nodded, her mouth felt parched so she grabbed the glass of water by her bedside and took a sip, "I know, now, to test this."

She closed her eyes, the new monitors behind them flickered to life as she saw every chip within a mile radius, each persons name, age, etc. displayed to her, each already hacked to suit her needs. Rachel smiled and looked at her doctor, she twitched a finger, activating her one of her most ingenious hacks, "Can you see me now?"

Her Doctor looked stunned, "Wha? What... What did you just do?"

Rachel twitched the finger again and the mod deactivated, "Thanks, now, could you let me have some time to rest?"

The Doctor nodded an left the room. Rachel turned on the small TV and saw the reports of crackdowns on her kind and she smiled before falling asleep, "If its a war they want, then a war they shall get."

Spoiler: Her mods and a Character Sheet (feel free to tell me to change parts!)

Her mods are simple, beyond the usual invisible keyboard and monitors under her eye lids, powered by a secret power source (to be revealed later, if I make the cut), she has nerve points extruding from parts that are covered by fake skin or clothing (the purpose will be revealed if I get accepted). As for her invisibility, since the chips are attached to the nervous system, accessing the optical nerve would be a matter of hours of coding, all you need to do is trick the brain into missing portions of data from the retina, which the brain fills in with blank space or whatever she wants it to be filled in with.

Spoiler: The character of Rachel

Name: Rachel Sykes
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Physical description: Around 5'7", she has red hair and heterochromia, resulting in her left eye being blue and her right eye being bright green. She has a light build and B cups, but she can alter her appearance using her "False Retina" mod.
Bio: Rachel had always been a genius with computers and ended up getting her PhD in computer sciences from Stanford University, she was the youngest part of the team who developed the chips in first place (She did this as an undergrad). She was at the forefront of modding, supplying modders with the cracks to patches released to prevent them from modding, she is working both sides, a happy-go-lucky person with a penchant for coding and charity by day and a modder by night.
Hacker Class: Elite/Snooper

 

[Lost In The Void]

I suppose I should throw my interest hat in for this RP, I'll write something up tonight once I'm done work

 

[SeanTheSheep]

If applications are still being accepted, then I can write something up later when my brain doesn't feel like it has just been electrocuted, but if not then tell me and I won't.

 

[Rainboq]

If applications are still being accepted, then I can write something up later when my brain doesn't feel like it has just been electrocuted, but if not then tell me and I won't.

See you soon!

Also, I've been meaning to say this, I like the avy!

 

[Captain Pirate]

"Agh!" Mike flinched as he opened the wound to make way for the mod, blood seeping out rapidly.
'Gotta be quick, gotta be steady....' he thought to himself as he picked the second of the large, watch-like mods.
Slowly, he stuck the needle on the underside of the mods into his skin, biting hard on his lip to stop himself screaming in pain.
In only 20 seconds, but it seemed like hours, Mike finished stabbing the needle in. Quickly, he strapped the mod around his upper arm and tightened it, gasping as he the pain started to dissappear; the mod injected a small anaesthetic into the area it was attached after finishing modding.
Mike pressed a small switch "ON", and watched a red light appear next to it.
He smiled, proud of himself.
His veins appeared down his arm, coursing powerfully, mixing with a new substance from the mod, a flammable liquid called Allosane. Easy to produce, and created by a genius, Allosane is a black market substance created only in mods, never discovered by any government, it changes no less than 0.01 gram of blood into 20 grams of Allosane. The mod then heats up a part of the body, different depending on the mod, and, at the user's mental command via another mod in their head, creates fire in potentially huge amounts.
Mike's smile grew into a grin. He laughed, turning on the small chip attached to his head.
Holding up his hands, he willed fire to be created, the mod in his head reading the impulse, and sending a message to the arm mods. He felt his arms, and particularly hands, become near boiling hot. A small flame appeared at his fingertips, seeping from his nail, and it grew and spread, eventually all over his hands and arms, stopping near his shoulder. Mike had come prepared, with fully fireproof clothes, in the form of an orange T-shirt with various black and grey shapes on the chest, along with blue fireproof jeans.
He then willed the fire to cease, and just like that, it did, the Allosane source cutting itself off from the heat. That was another bonus of Allosane; it created a fire that, without Allosane continually flowing, would instantly die out.
Mike's laughed died with it, as the fire left it revealed his tattoos, symbols commonly worn by Aberrations. He proudly flexed his arms, and got up, opening his second floor window of his apartment, and hopped out, carelessly landing with a roll on the pavement of a busy street. He saw a huge crowd in the distance, with shouting, screaming and the sounds of imminent violence. He also saw that he was behind the cops. He held his arms up, torching a Mercedes. Seeing it unscathed, he smashed a window with his boot-encased foot and then lit up the flammable seats, knowing the rest of it would soon follow. He grinned, casually walking towards the rioting, burning anything burnable in the way.
[/spoiler]

 

[Sporky111]

If applications are still being accepted, then I can write something up later when my brain doesn't feel like it has just been electrocuted, but if not then tell me and I won't.

EDIT: Looking on it, I seem to be the tenth person, unless I've miscounted, so I'd recommend not having any more, and if you want, cutting loose Lost and I to keep numbers down a little, and therefore some confusion.
8 and 10 seem to be standard numbers for RPs

EDIT The second: Yeah, I miscounted, I'm the eleventh, unless I miscounted this time instead.
Have a fun in this RP guys.

Write up the intro, man. RareDevil and I will be working on making a few cuts, so the more we have to choose from the better. It makes for better quality of RP.

 

[SeanTheSheep]

-snip to stop page cluttering-

Write up the intro, man. RareDevil and I will be working on making a few cuts, so the more we have to choose from the better. It makes for better quality of RP.

Alright, I'll work on it, but I warn you now, it will hardly be my best work, and my best isn't that good anyway

 

[SimpleChimp]

Spoiler: The list!

Alright boys and girls, the list is almost finalized, we have two spots left open so once SeantheSheep and the void post their intros the final decision will be made.

If you want to bribe any one i heard Sporky111 is accepting first born childrenand sexual favors, and i could use some chocolate. . .

any who

the standings so far are

1.Sporky111
2.MetalFetus
3.Code Monkey
4.TheSentinel
5. SeanTheSheep
6.

the last two seats are open, and i might push it to seven characters if their is a tie breaker. Good luck!

 

[capin Rob]

Spoiler: First part

"Well, doc, what mods do you have for me today?"

"Umm, lets see, ohh, we have a brand new one, very experimental, we open up the back of each of your ears, and implnat chips in them, allowing you to hear very low volume sounds, and because it's in your ear, it will be very hard to notice."

"well, I'm very fond of hidden mods, like the IR and night vison mods you put in my eyes, they are working great, saves me a shitload on my eletric bill."

"Well this mod will save you alot on the not getting snuk up on and killed bill."


"I bet it willk, now put me under."

"Okay, that'll be 10000$"

"WOW!, thats a shit load, but I guess you need to pay alot for hidden mods that WORK, this will work, Right?"


"If you pay for it, it shall get done."

"Here you go then." Robert hands the doctor 10000$.

TWO HOURS LATER

"wOOOOOOOO, that was a nice nap, how'd it go doc."

"Percectly, except..."

"Except what?!"

"Just a few wires going down each side of your neck, if you grow your hair a little you'll barely notice."

"I would kill you right now, but if you say its not that bad, I guess i'll let it Slide, hell I live alone, its not like I have someone staring at me 24/7."

"I'm sorry Rob, it's just that it needed each chip to connect, it could have fried youe brain if I ran it across your skull."

"Its fine james, just tell me before hand, and think about your operation before you star cutting, see ya james."

"Bye Rob, see you around"

Robert walked home, pissed off

EDIT< LOOK! mod explation, You work the NV/IR eye mods by pressing your temple, the ear mod works by pressing a small button behind your ear.

Second part, for OP, I think you said you wanted more, correct me if I'm wrong.

Robert entered his house, he pushed his left temple, "Night vison works fine, good to see he didn't fuck up too bad, I thought he would mess up the rest of my mods, with his half ass ear mod." Robert shut off his night vison. "Lets see what the good doc did to my neck." Robert turned on one of the lights in his living room, he turned and looked into a mirror. "Holy shit. He didn't fuck up too bad!, I thought for sure he carved me up."

Robet sat down in his chair. "Better test out the new ears." Robert turned on his TV, when he turned down the volume so he could hardly hear it, then he pressed the back of one of his ears. "This shit sounds incredible!" Robert turned off the mod and snapped at each of his ears, to make sure they didn't get fried. "Not too bad, james not too bad, its time to test these babies out."

Robert walked into his room and grabbed a black hoddie, and black pants. "Showtime"

30 MINUTES LATER

Robet stood outside of a warehouse, he was crouched sext to a laoding bay door for trucks, he pressed his right temple and scanned the door to make sure there were no heat signatures, there were none, Robert switched off the mod.

"Guh, I hate that eye mod, it burns, plus doc told me it turns my eyes red, and the night vison turns them green, I wonder what it looks like?" Robert thought, "I'll get back to that later, time for bisnuess."

Robert grabbed the combonation lock with his gloved hand, then turned on his ear mod. Robert bent his head so it was close to the lock,he lisened while he was turning the spinner on the lock

Click.......Click...........Click, Robert pulled the lock and pulled it off, he turned off his ear mod, "Can't believe it worked" He thought.

Robert lifted the loading bay door enough so he could just roll under. once in, he left the door open slightly, just in case.

The buliding Robert was in was on of the loading bays for a tech company, his plan was to steal some of the supply of small/valuable things, mabey even the blueprints and parts for government mods, the shit they test on the poor, then he would sell it to doc James.

It didn't take long for Robert to find something, The blueprints for a invisibilty mod, Robert didn't plan on having doc put it in him, he doesn't like mods that scar, and this one wouls scar most of your skin, figures, better the mod, worse the scars.

Robert started walking to a second supply truck when he heard footsteps, he turned on his ear mod and started for the loadung bay door, he heard the voices of two people, "Sir, I have to show you a new mod we have been testing, it is supposed to give the user full invisibilty, it will a large step in military force to help destroy the terrorists that threaten our government."

"Well john, I thought it would be very important, seeing as how you woke ME, your company president up at 2 a.m, but this is very important, the way you tell me it, it sounds like you've seen god himself."

The ear mod started to burn, Robert sprinted to the door and rolled under it, on the mod he heard, "who is that, STOP HIM!"

He slid the door down and put the lock on, he turned off his mod and ruturned to the shadows, and started the walk to Doc james place, to sell the blueprints, for a heftey price.

Hope this is what you want you want OP/GM

 

[SeanTheSheep]

Spoiler

Here's my intro, a few things may be a little off, but it is the best I can do with my current headache.
The name switching may not make a lot of sense to you, but think of it as Sam being pre-mod, and Sarah being post-mod. I can add a bit more explanation of the mods if you want, but I think I've got them done fairly well.
Also, Sporky, does it matter if the firstborn is dead or alive? Because I can get you both, just one won't be mine.
Rare, how much chocolate do you want?

Sam only knew the man in front of her as "The Doctor" after all, the procedure was highly ilegal, so he needed to take precautions about his identity, not that it would do much good, considering he was so heavily modded he may as well be a computer with legs.

"Just lie back and relax..." Said The Doctor in his creepy, nails-on-a-chalkboard voice that made Sam's hair stand on end, as he put a significant amount of Sam's hard earned money into his safe, giving Sam a clear view of the glowing blue lines arranged under his shaved scalp, before turning back to her, his eyes dancing back and forth, hopping between Sam, now lying face up on his cold, metal operating table, her auburn hair now shaved off, covered only by a thin sheet of some kind of material, and the anaesthetic, making her feel like some kind of rat, being experimented on.
"After I put you under, the first thing I will do is wipe your ID chip and uplaod the data of an entirely new person" The Doctor said, smiling and showing teeth that had an unnatural sheen to them, he had probably modded them in himself, and Sam didn't want to know what the mod did.

"This new person will be named Sarah Turner" Continued The Doctor, pacing now, getting into his description of the process, and relishing the look in Sam's eyes as she realised she wouldn't be herself any more after she became a Snoop, she would be a ghost. A walking, talking nonentity.
Not that it mattered to her, that was exactly why she was doing this.

"Sarah does not exist in any database, meaning she will not be reportable to the police, but I warn you, she cannot report anyone either" He added. It was obvious that he had done that part deliberately, makig it clear Sam- No, Sarah couldn't rat him out to the feds.
"So what do I do about money?" Asked Sam
"That has been prepared for" The Doctor said, his eyes going cold. Obviously displeased that Sam had interrupted his monologue. "I took the liberty of transferring all of your bank account's funds into a new one, set up by people who you do not want to ask about." He muttered impatiently, before continuing.
"I will install a small wi-fi chip into you, allowing access to the internet almost anywhere you go. Then I will insert another chip, filled with nearly every hacking program known to man on, and another, with the rest." He announced, in what Sam thought was probably his favourite part of his little speech "I will continue to work on you, making you able to get past nearly any security system, and putting in a detector system to warn you of approaching guards, police, soldiers or whoever else you may be in trouble with, and finally, I will install in you two Blackspots" He said, revealing why his services were so very expensive.

Blackspots were the very top in Snoop tech. Virtually undetectable, the skin coloured device, usually implanted in the neck so it can be pressed easily, but won't be accidentally pressed, only a millimeter radius, connected to an emitter, which when pressed would cause all security systems within fifty meters go lose the scent of who or what they just detected, and ignore that signal as simple white noise, creating the eponymous black spot. Blackspots only worked for one person, meaning that for one to be effective, you needed a team of "Spotters" or to be working alone.
Blackspots didn't work constantly, because otherwise you couldn't drive a car, buy anything without cash or get any kind of medical aid. This meant that the Blackspot was designed to work for three minutes: enough to get out of the area, but not long enough to stop you driving away from a botched mission.
The idea of a second Blackspot was new to Sam though.
"T-Two?" She asked, raising her head and turning it so she could see The Doctor better "Why two?"

"The second, will be installed in one of your fingers, and will work for someone else's chip, meaning you don't need to get into trouble with Spotters, or people you have lit up on prevous missions." The Doctor said, making his disdain for the stereotypically untrustworthy Spotters obvious, but he must have thought Sarah would be needing it, and Sam assumed he was right.
"I can install a comms mod for you for an extra hundred, they cost next to nothing to install, and are extremely useful in espionage" Advised The Doctor, not hiding the fact he was trying to get 'an extra hundred' from Sam very well, but after a little consideraton, Sam accepted.
"I suppose I could find some uses for it" She said, trying to act calm, when actually she was freaking out that she was abandoning her entire life for one that would likely end with her dead, or in jail.
"You're obviously already in my account just waiting for the word to take the cash out Doc, so go ahead" She said, putting her head back down and feeling the heat transfer from her warm head into the steel.
"Well then let us begin..." Said The Doctor, reaching for his anaesthetic to put Sam out.

-----24 Hours later-----
Sarah woke up, not sure where she was at first, but she quickly remembered what had happened, and sat up, wrapping the sheet around herself and getting up, hearing a low buzzing sound.
She blinked, and nearly jumped back when she saw the lights on the inside of her eyelid, but then closed her eyes again, and saw a few blinking spots with labels attatched. The one that she assumed was The Doctor was in the next room, and the label attatched said

"##### ERROR: FILE NOT FOUND"

which made her panic that The Doctor had installed faulty chips in her, before she realised that the other three dots near the top of her vision were people in the street above, and had labels giving their names, ages, and heart rates, as well as a small option for medical and police records.
She tested these out, and found that one Jacob Tanners had three outstanding parking tickets, and had a broken wrist last year, as well as a family history of heart disease and alcoholism.
She smiled to herself, and looked around for her clothes.

Seeing none, she went into the next room and saw one of The Doctor's assistants, setting out some clothes on a table.
"Oh" Said the assistant, who was the "##### ERROR"
"We didn't to expect you up for another few hours" She said, looking away from Sarah, who had nothing on except the medical sheet, which wasn't entirely opaque.
"There are some clothes for you on that table" She said, gesturing to the garments Sarah had seen her laying out when she had entered the room, and quickly left, leaving Sarah to get dressed in her new clothes.
They were the right size, but she guessed they had found out from the clothes she had been wearing before the op. She exited the room wearing a fairly tight fitting, long sleeved shirt, dark jeans, and trainers, then looked up to see The Doctor, who couldn't be detected by her mod, or likely anyone else's for that matter.
"Good." He said, turning away. "You have chosen a sensible outfit for the stealth that a Snoop uses." He explained, before he opened the door to the street.
Go now, I have a contact who can link you with someone who could give you a job named Ed Parsons. Find him" He said, pushing Sarah out of the doorway and closing the door behind her.

As Sarah heard the clicking and buzzing of several locks on the inside of the door, she assumed that this was a test of her ability to use her mods, a trial by fire, and she was going to try her absolute best not to get burned.
She ducked into an alleyway, and closed her eyes, then opened the web, searching for The Doctor's contact. When she found him hidden behind a firewall, she manipulated his location out of the system, and started to make her way there.
When she checked her eyelid-clock, she was shocked that she had spent half an hour finding this guy, and realised that she was far from an expert.

She was halfway down the street when Caster's message came through her comms mod, the voice crisp and clear, she nearly jumped, then pretended to hear it from one of the TVs in a nearby electricals shop. Today was a bad day to become a Snoop, but at least her mods were easy to hide, she had a few scars on her shoulder, hidden by her shirt, some light scarring on her eyelids for the internal screens were hidden by makeup, a fairly visible trail going from her wrist and up her arm for her secondary Blackspot, also hidden by the shirt, and a thin line behind her ear where the comms was put in, that was nearly invisible.

Sarah carried on to The Doctor's contact. She could get into a war later...

 

[Lost In The Void]

Spoiler: Information is Lethal Part One

It was almost cheaper to bribe a real doctor at this point. Joshua sat underneath a LED lantern and on a cold slab of pavement. Ya it wasn't the city clinic, but it would get the job done with a hell of a lot less questions. The doctors loved to ask you them, made for great black mail material for them if shit hit the fan with the cops. Josh had already had one brush with the law enforcement for modding and so, now he payed for the real artists, the ones who wanted to see what the human body could do, just like he did. Most of the hacks he had were self made by him. Viruses still ran wild in the black market shit and he didn't want to subject his body to any purges that were needed. At least he saved on hacks then. He had used the same "doctor" and he used the term lightly, for all the procedures he had gotten over the last couple years.

His mods were subtle, not much change, not much to cover up. His hair style made sure that the scars from his eye mods were covered, his long bangs covering the front of his head. That had been his first mod. It was a hacked identifying chip that he had stolen from a cop in his younger days. The crack had been difficult, but soon he had gotten what he needed from the chip. Money was scarce at that time and the modding community was just beginning to come into fruition. He had went to a common doctor, luckily one he hadn't seen for anything else. The doctor had taken his cash under the table and they had met under the guise of darkness. The procedure had been quick and practically painless. Two small "x"s over each eye and a new colour of iris. The doctor asked him how he was gonna cover those up, he told him that they had an invention called contacts with a definite sarcastic undertone.

The doctor had called him the next day, told him to put another cash deposit into his account. He said this was called his "silence fee." An extra $2000 every week was not in Josh's financial plans and he was irritated that the doctor would even insinuate that he would be doing that. The doctor was a smart man, in his profession of course, but it wasn't enough to just be good at your job when dealing with modders, you had to think ahead as well and the doctor, in his greed hadn't thought ahead. Now he was going to face the consequences.

Josh arranged to meet with the doctor for the first of his payments, as a show of good faith and more business to come. The two met, Josh with his suitcase of cash, as he was going to show that the bills were unmarked and everything. The doctor pulled up and Josh looked at him closely. This was where the mod came in handy. The doctor hadn't blocked his chip and waves of his information flooded through Josh's mind. Of course this information was useless without a reader. Luckily a cop had been unfortunate enough to have "lost" his in a raid. The hack he had placed in the reader allowed him to scan all of the stats, such as his chip number, tracking information and most importantly, his medical files that had been filed through his work place computer. With this information it would be easy to do a remote hack and get what he needed to do, done.

Josh went home and booted up his laptop. He was still nostalgic about having a laptop when he was at this age, so he had avoided making a processor chip so far, but it was getting risky running his business through the laptop, even if it was hidden on the grid. He soon had the doctor's files up and worked on hacking his accounts. Soon he had hit pay dirt and created false files, linking the doctor to the procedures he had botched. He then forwarded the files to the city's police department. They normally didn't ask questions when given evidence of hackers and soon the news was reporting the latest modder being busted and Josh smiled as the doctor was hauled away.

Spoiler: OOC

Alright so this is part one of four for Josh's Mod history, I'll try to have two more up tomorrow, I would finish tonight but I'm already at midnight and exhausted so I'll finish up tomorrow and the next day, sorry about this

 

[SimpleChimp]

If it wouldn't be too much of a hastle, unless your name is on the accepted list could you close your story in spoilers 1. so its easier to read those that are accepted with out getting any mix up, and 2. so its easy to see those that are still vying for the last spot?

Thank you all. The final spot will probably be filled some time tomorrow then we will officially begin.

 

[ThreeWords]

EDIT: Pity I missed the deadline. Ah well...

Spoiler: OOC

For this operation, it would help if i assume that the first on is already completed. If you don't like it, the result could still drive me mad and/or disintegrate my brain, I guess...

First, the darkness of unconsciousness, the tiniest of awarenesses beneath the weight of the drugs and anesthetics. No knowledge, no memory, no thought

A light returns, of a sort, though the darkness remains, for the light is only of the mind. Memory, awareness and thought all return in a flash, and she blinks madly, trying to see.

Still nothing. She raises her hands to her face and rubs her eyes, then recoils in pain.

"I wouldn't do that" comes a voice, that of the doctor, "It'll be a while before they heal and cease to give you pain."

In a panic, she begins to sob, "My eyes, my EYES! I can't see! What kind of a mod is this? You said it would help me!"

"And help you it shall," says the doctor, calmly, "Let me just finish this process, and then you will understand" A pause, agonizingly silent, "Here, now you will see"

And on that last word, vision returns. For a second she is overwhelmed, then she screams incoherently and passes out.

--

Later, she returns to consciousness. This time, she is in a dark room, and sees almost normally, though there is something wrong; she is seeing from her own shoulder! She suppresses a shudder; there must be a reason! Turning her head does nothing, but she can look round by turning her body. Seeing no one, she calls shakily for the doctor

Returning, he looks relieved, "My dear, I'm sorry about your previous experience. Hopefully, this one will be easier." he takes something from his pocket; a video camera. "There is no way to adequately describe this experience, I must demonstrate. Brace yourself, and remember, whatever happens, just relax and try to absorb what you see."

He turns on the camera, and suddenly, she can see herself. She shudders, then realizes that she can see out of the camera, while also seeing him hold it. Her own eyes, she sees, are still covered, and on her own shoulder, a second camera. She grasps then the beginning of the idea.

"I can see from the cameras" she exclaims, trying to keep calm

"Quite" he says, nodding, "A remote access system in you skull wires into every camera int eh area and delivers the image straight into your brain. It cost you your eyes, but as long as your in a city, you'll see better than any non-mod." He crosses the room to his desk, and flicks a switch, she shivers as she feels the CCTV reactivate around the clinic, and then suddenly she can see all over the clinic.

 

[Code Monkey]

Chris apparently had the day off work, thanks to this "Caster" guy. He stepped out of the tent, and squinted against the bright sun. He what what the media called an "Aberration," but all Chris new was that he liked to freak people out. The doctor had told him he was hooking up a control panel directly to Chris's brain, which meant he should be able to activate and de-activate his mods just by thinking about them. He concentrated, and turned on his voice box adjuster. Testing, testing, I will eat your soul, he said aloud. Brain control panel? Check.

He found a puddle under a tree, and looked at his reflection. He closed his eyes, and mentally activated his next mod. When he opened them, he was pleased to see his eyes glowing red. He looked up from the puddle. Everything in the forest had a reddish tint to it, making the peaceful forest look like some sort of hellish nightmare. Glowing eyes? Check.


He went back inside the tent and put on the rest of his clothes. After wandering around for a bit, he found the path that led back to the parking area. His contact said he was going to take care of the tent, Chris wouldn't be surprised if it was already taken down. Driving home, he turned on the radio. There were more anti-mod rants than usual today, probably because of that transmission. If it's a war you want, it's a war you shall get... What did he mean by that? Chris thought about the broadcast as he made the long drive home.

 

[Lost In The Void]

Spoiler: Information is Lethal Part 2

His doctor stood above him, the tools in his hands, ?Are you sure that you want this done? Its going to be a messier than anything you?ve done before.?

?It needs to be done,? Josh said quietly. Ever since his last incident, a lot more people wanted him dead. It was part of the job, he thought, but it was a lot more irritating when he couldn?t even purchase something electronically without a hacker hopping onto his grid. No this mod would stop that from happening. He knew people who spliced their body to create weapons, to form powers to fight in the physical world. Josh believed in the mental battle, it was easier and more efficient with a hell of a less mess to clean up in the morning. The doctor put the mask over his mouth. It wouldn?t put him out, but the gas would numb selected areas of his mind that were being worked on. Less pain, quicker recovery and soon he would be back in the game...

After the recent troubles of the public system, Josh wasn?t one to go through the problems of the previous operations. Josh found a new doctor in the alleys of the City. He was a trafficker of mods, most of them made by him. He was good, but Josh didn?t trust other people?s mods in his system so he used him exclusively for the operations. He had set Josh?s budget quite low for quite the time with his exorbitant prices, but soon he had obtained the ?employer?s discount? for his help with sorting out kinks in the mods and the tracking reader he had modded. It was simple, operations for mods that his doctor had only dreamed of before. This was how they had operated now and it worked damned good.
His next mod was something to defend himself, raving modders sometimes didn?t like the side effects and he was the one who took the flak as they were his mods. So he came up with a different method of defending himself. He called it the ?joy buzzer,? and it did what it was supposed to do. He got to test it for the first time. A small time gang member was having issues with memory loss after his mod began to go on the fritz. Unfortunately he still remembered who had sold it to him. He phoned Josh, saying he was meeting him for a refund, and Josh accepted.

It was still light out when the two met. Josh met him with an open smile, keeping it when he saw the man?s hand in his jacket pocket. ?My friend,? he started, but the gangster would have nothing of his words. He was trapped against a wall, literally a rock and a hard place. He looked the hollow barrel of the gun and heard the hammer click back. It was in the split second that Josh acted, placing his hand on the gun. The crook staggered back cursing and dropping his gun from the shock that the joy buzzer had administered. Josh then responded with a solid hook to his jaw and dropped the gang member right there. He then ran, ran for his life hoping that there wouldn?t be anyone pursuing him.

 

[SimpleChimp]

Spoiler: Spots Chosen!

1.Sporky111
2.MetalFetus
3.Code Monkey
4.TheSentinel
5. SeanTheSheep
6 Lost in the Void
7. Third World

Spoiler: will post soon

By around noon tomorrow [pacific time] i will have the first post done and it's up to your characters to follow the instructions and get to the Rally Point by any means necessary.

Remember, the city is rioting and in a state of civil unrest. K see you then

 

[SimpleChimp]

The night turned to day admits screams of hate and rampant fires. The riots had not stopped, and it seemed that the people who began the riots headed home to go to sleep while a new wave took their shift. The cops had become over burdened and began to fire rubber bullets, tear gas, and other "non-lethal" rounds at the citizens trying to stem the flow of the riot. All they managed to do was force them deeper into the heart of the city, the rest of the city was left dead and vacant. Criminals swarmed out of the shadows to take advantage of the lull, as a silent force of Aberrations and Snoops watched the city from their perches. They had given up on the riot, they caused the spark that started the fire and now all they had to do was watch the city burn.

From a dark alley, Specter and Charles "the animal" Glasgow emerged into the sun which cast an eerie red glow from the wall of smoke that loomed in the sky.

"Beautiful morning, eh?" Chucks pointed-tooth smile glowed an eerie blue like his luminescent eyes. "I like the fires. Makes the whole world purple."

"You mean red."

"Red to you, purple to me." He said with a flick of his bionic tale, the knifes edge glinting in the harsh early morning light. On any other day the six foot three inch tall freak would have been chased like Frankensteins' original Aberration back into the recess of some dark subterranean lair. But when the cats are gone the mice will come out and play. He was red from his bare feet to the tips of his metallic horns, and walked around shirtless just to show off the intricate lines that emanated from his muscular chest in a crimson tint. His latest mod was a six foot long bionic tale, hard wired into his chip and nervous system to allow for complete control, and sheathed in a red skin-like latex. To complete the demonic look he grafted sharp transparent alumina nails where his regular follicles used to be and lit them with the same hue of blue as his eyes and mouth. He was the prime candidate for any anti-mod propaganda poster. With his six inch horns and muscles honed by parkour he seemed to dwarf the 5'11'' Snooper standing next to him looking all to human and frail.

"Keep your eyes out for those Mods Caster sent us out to meet." Specter replied from under his black-rimmed ray bans. In contrast to the animals bare chest, he wore a pea coat with the collar turned up over blue jeans and black combat boots. The only markings that gave away the fact that he was a mod, the input jacks just behind his jawline and below his ears, was covered by the collar of his coat. His bald head only held natural looking scars, little nicks that could be explained by child hood trauma. He gazed down both ends of Imperial street "Where the fuck are they?"
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Hooked into his chair, Caster was able to watch the city from a thousand electronic eyes. Cameras catching the riots and general anarchy from every possible angle. The best thing, he pondered, about such an invasive government was the resources it allowed him to hack and abuse. Every street was covered in cameras, in readers, cars each had their own i.d. chip and could be monitored through the traffic control mainframe. He had the city laid out before him, and his mods gave him the key to manipulate the system. He already singled out seven individuals to join his Mod Army, and sent a single message to them.

"Make your way to the warehouse district on Imperial Street. The Mayor has declared martial law and called in the national guard, so be careful. - Caster out."

Now he only had to wait. . .

 

[SeanTheSheep]

The voice came out of nowhere, and it took Sarah by surprise.
She had started to set up some when she visited an internet cafe and hooked herself up to the wi-fi, and pretended to work on some kind of word document as she surfed the internet for anti-virus software and programs to let only pre-approved people contact her comms.

Obviously, whoever was in her ear could get through these defences without even trying, so she clearly was going to need to go to the place he had detailed, or Sarah would either be in deep trouble, or under a constant siege of "COMEHERECOMEHERECOMEHERE", which she would very much rather avoid, so she retracked her path to Parsons, and got a contact number, then pulled out her phone and dialled the number.

"Hello?" answered a voice on the other side of the line
"Ed, this is Sarah, Doc's new patient" she replied, cutting short the need for introductions.
"Listen, I just got contacted by someone I can only assume is Caster, so I'm going to need to skip our rendezvous, and head there"
"Christ almighty!" exclaimed Parsons "Where are you meeting him?" he asked, excitedly. Sarah assumed he was some kind modder and wanted to take the fight to the opposition, but then she heard a voice in the background saying something like "Tracing" And she decided that it was best to keep the meeting's location secret, and that the conversation needed ending. Now.
"I can't tell you, I was told to let nobody know" lied Sarah.
"Damn, I think a plain clothes officer just spotted me get the message in my comms mod, I need to act normal" She excused, hanging up as soon as she finished the sentence, pressed her blackspot, then logged off the computer, and walked briskly out of the cafe after paying.

She made her way towards Imperial Street, doubling around the block so she wouldn't raise suspicion of anyone watching her.
When she was sure there was nobody nearby and that her spot was over, she placed a hand on the handle of a nearby car, and connected with the security, then disengaged the lock before calmly opening the door like nothing was wrong and sitting behind the wheel and pressing the ignition, while silently hoping this wasn't one of the newer models with RFID chip recognition.
Luckily, it wasn't and the car sprang to life, letting Sarah calmly pull away and drive off.

She stopped the car a couple of blocks from the warehouse and walked the rest of the way, before doing her best to stop the car from giving its location to anyone who may want to find the vehicle, and walked the rest of the way to her destination, spotting two people in an alley, hidden by the shadows, but when she tried to look at their chips, she saw only one signal, and that was a very hazy connection with data that made no sense.
It seemed that she had found Caster's contacts.

 

[metalfetus]

Mads' was serving a sentence for the murder of James Velotsin. He was framed, but he didn't know how he came to be in the place he was when the murder happened. All Mads remembered was a calling to him. The same had happened only moments ago. He knew he must succumb to it despite his instinct telling him otherwise.

It was one day past the execution date for Mads Jacobs. Dressed in his orange prison uniform Mads waited quietly in his cell watching the news. Before his arrest he had additional mods to his body. His data ports were moved to the side of his torso under his left arm. This was so that he would seem less conspicuous in the event that he was identified as a mod head. Mads had most of his nervous system replaced and programmed to decrease the sensitivity of his pain tolerance. For the most part, Mads was still a fully organic human being, and whether or not he modded himself he still identified himself as a normal person. Though the scars he left in his psyche were not visible, the ones on his body were. Despite the amount of surgery Mads had endured, his scars had healed very well and were barely noticeable from close up. Do aid in hiding these scars, Mads built and toned his body so that the scars which were in various creases of his body would almost disappear. With his looks he could have been a famous actor had he chosen the path. His hair was the same it had been over a year ago and was a very dark auburn because his pulse and blood pressure was so low at the time being. Mads was at peace for the time being.

With the riot ensuing in the city, there were little to no forces at the prison. Only the nicer of the guards were present at the facility. Mads was given a hearty lunch, which he was expecting to be his last. He began to eat it, savoring the taste of the turkey and brown rice. He slowly drank the Coke in which was given to every inmate before their execution in addition to a couple of shots of vodka. He slowly finished and sat back onto his bed thinking about what would happen next. Mads then heard a faint beep and the opening of his cell's lock. He thought to himself...could it be, the person who spoke to me earlier...Caster...it must be. Mads made his way out of the cell; carefully sneaking through the halls until he came to the storage room where the clothes he had been wearing on that fateful day were being stored.

Dressed in the suit in which he had won hundreds of cases and a pair of aviators he had found in another locker, Mads strolled casually out of the prison. He encountered nobody on his way to his items and nobody on the way out. The prison was absolutely quiet. Mads shrugged off the eeriness of the situation and continued walking towards the city. It was fifteen miles to the entry bridge. Taking a quick look behind him, Mads spotted a running motorcycle; with nobody around he decided it would be necessary for his cause. The outside felt great, and he felt better the closer he got to the city despite the visible fires he could see. Mads smirked as he approached one hundred thirty miles per hour on the bike. The sides of the road were blurs now as he came closer to the gates at this high velocity. Mads slowly applied the brake bringing the motorcycle to a calm stop. He decided it would be better to walk instead of gathering attention with the police vehicle. Mads continued to trudge towards his destination, which was still 4 miles away.

Mads had to be cautious of the forces in the city, he did not want to be identified at all costs. He crept around every corner, taking care in every step, but he was being tracked and he felt it. A shot rang out, blistering the stagnant air in the street. Mads immediately jumped on to the ground. This wasn't a cop, but a petty thief.

"What do you want; I'll give you whatever I have on me."

"Everything! Everything you got! Shirt on your back too!"

"That's a bit much can't we be reasonable?"

"You said everything fool!"

"Yeah, that's true...I did, but I'm in a hurry and busy, so won't you let me go?"

Another shot punctured quietness of the street. At this point Mads had stood up. He ran behind a brick wall which was no doubt from an older time. The thief shot repeatedly at where Mads had run. Mads' hair was bright crimson, and impossible to miss now that he had been placed in this stressful situation. He had to calm himself the best he could. Mads climbed up a nearby ladder to the balcony of an apartment where he waited. The thief growing tired of these games went to go investigate the spot where Mads was hiding. Upon arriving at the alley where the brick wall was, the thief couldn't find a trace of Mads. Feeling discourage the thief with his head hung low walked away.

Mads was at ease now. He got down from his hiding place and began to pursue his mission once again. He kept to the shadows and through his knowledge of the area, routed himself to the warehouse district at Imperial Street. He arrived about half an hour later. Looking around, Mads saw nobody. Was this some kind of joke that some ignorant hacker was playing? No, it couldn't be, it was the same voice he had heard when he was framed. He investigated the area, but still found nobody. Walking further and further through the district, he spotted some people hidden in the deepest crevice of an alley. They had to be agents of Caster.

 

[Code Monkey]

What...the...fuck? Chris muttered to himself as the city came into view. Smoke was pouring from rooftops, he could hear car alarms, and he saw helicopters hurrying across the skies. Up ahead there was a police blockade set up, and a cop was barking orders into a headset. He pulled over in front of the roadblock and got out of the car. He almost called out to the cop, but then he remembered his voice mod was on. He turned it off, grateful for the mental control panel. The cop looked up as Chris approached. "City's locked down." He said. "Nobody gets in or out." He seemed oblivious to the chaos going on behind him, maybe he was used to it. "What's going on?" Chris asked. "Bunch of mod heads started a riot. Fires, looting, everything." "Well, why can't I-"

Chris was interrupted by his phone ringing. He apologized to the officer, and answered it.
"Hello-"
"Make your way to the warehouse district on Imperial Street. The Mayor has declared martial law and called in the national guard, so be careful. Caster out."
"Who is this-" But the call had ended.

Chris turned back to the officer who was looking at him suspiciously. "Wrong number." he said awkwardly. "Uh huh." The officer replied. "Listen, you should probably just get away from the city. Mayor's declared martial law and-" "Called in the national guard?" Chris interrupted. "Uh, yeah." He said, puzzled. "Right. I've got some relatives in the next town. I'll stay with them until this blows over." Chris lied. He drove far enough way that the cop couldn't see him, then pulled out his phone. He dialled a humber, and prayed for an answer. He didn't get one. "Hi, this is Mary. I'm out right now, so please leave a message at the tone." Chris swore. She was screening her calls. Mary never went out. Chris heard an unpleasant beep.
"It's me. Pick up."
A long pause.
"Mary pick up."
No answer.
"...I'm calling in my last favour."
"Chris? This had better be good."
"I'm sending you the coordinates now."
Another pause
"Alright, I've got him. What do you need?"
"I need his name, and rank. See his communication device? I need it's access number. I also need the number for Mayor Parson."
A short pause.
"Alright. The guy's Arnold Fenton, Sergeant. Com number is 3132135. The mayor's is 4550923."
"Thank you, Mary. You're the best."
"I know. And Chris?"
"Yes?"
"Never contact me again."
Chris put his phone down without bothering to say goodbye. He knew she had hung up. Using the number, he hacked into the mayors phone with his. He concentrated, remembering Parson's acceptance speech. I promise to uphold the values my voters appreciate... "And earn the trust of all citizens, so I may better the lives of everyone" Chris said, sounding exactly like Parson. He punched in the number Mary had given him, using the Mayor's hacked account. "...Mr. Parson?" Said the officer hesitantly. "Sergeant Fenton? Listen, I need you here. Right now. I have some vital information I can't give over the phone." Chris was enjoying this. "Um, certainly sir. But, what about my position?" Fenton stammered. He obviously wasn't expecting a call from the mayor. "I've got a new recruit I'm sending over. He's not much, but he can watch a highway." "Certainly sir. I'll be there ASAP." Chris relaxed. It worked. "Good. Arnold, I think we might be able to beat these mod-heads yet. See you soon." Chris hung up. After a few minutes of waiting, he drove through the now unmanned barricade.

Occasionally he had to weave around a car wreck, but otherwise his drive down Imperial street went fairly smoothly. He was shocked at the amount of destruction that had been caused. There were people lying dead in the street, heavily armed soldiers storming buildings, and fires starting seemingly out of nowhere. Surprisingly, the warehouse district was quiet. He parked his car and got out, not bothering to lock it. He turned on his luminescent eyes, just to be safe. Nobody fucked with you if you had glowing eyes. He saw a few figures in an alley. A faint blue glow came off of one of them. He took a deep breath, and approached them.