RAM_Wilhelm T.Certification confirmed. Welcome to Ysgra Mr. Wilhelm. We expect great things from you.The arc welder sparks as you finish soldering the final patch onto the coolant system. You lower the shield from your face, wiping the sweat from your brow and accessing your IN-COM to send a digital memo to Hauser. You receive a reply almost instantly, and you pull it up on your optic interface to view the text:
got trouble. get up here ASAP. You set the torch assembly down and push off of the nearby wall, sending you careening down the space-faring vessel's uncomfortably small corridor. You outstretch one hand and catch the ladder as you pass by, pulling yourself up to DECK2 and heading for the bridge.
Its not much of a command centre. On an Old Epoch courier corvette like this, with tentative designs and inefficient fuel sources, space meant everything. There's only one chair with several dozen screens crammed in front of it, each one pouring with navigational data and system readouts.
The Yumi has been modified to use a fusion power plant, just like most modern ships, but unfortunately its owner could never afford a complete overhaul. He sits in the helmsman/Captain/navigator/weapons officer's cradle, and he turns his head slightly in greeting at your approach before turning back to gaze at the screens. His eyes flick back and forth as he absorbs the information playing across them. He blinks a few controls and the screens all merge to show an image of the vast expanse of space lying just outside the ship.
This is the bow camera. He blinks twice and the view zooms in on a tiny point of light, which is revealed to be one of the many massive spinning asteroids orbiting the planet Hachae. The camera tracks the rock's movement as it continues its orbit.
There's Ida station, but, I picked this up on the long-range scanners. Hauser blinks again. You see a small ship with a triple bar insignia, stencilled on the side of the vessel in green paint so dark that it renders it nearly indistinguishable. You swear under your breath. Hauser spins in his chair and looks at you, directly this time.
Exactly. Its Pan. I don't know what to do. We need to get to Ida but those fucks will ping us the moment I move in. They're camping in that asteroid belt so I can't get a solid lock with a missile, and at this range the chain guns aren't going to hit them. We've got the element of surprise, but from my seat here all I can tell you is that we're out of options. Unless you've got an idea.Harry Baldman_Churchill W.Certification confirmed. Greetings from the Chairman. He thanks you for your accepting this offer, and wishes you satisfaction during your time with us. Thank you.You awaken seated in a metal chair with your wrists strapped tightly to the arms by a pair of thick leather belts. You glance around fearfully before your eyes fall upon a shadowy figure lurking in the corner. He steps forward out of the shadows, a smirk on his face.
Did you really think you'd get away with cheating us? Eh? He circles you slowly, hungrily, like a vulture circling over a dying man. You suddenly notice a nearly inaudible buzz on the edge of your hearing, and the man yanks your chin up and back none too gently. Your hair stands on end as he brings the laser knife millimetres away from your exposed throat.
You think you can just walk away from this? No. This is the kind of thing no one walks away from. Not even you Company man.kingfisher1112_Simmons S.Certification confirmed. Good evening, Mr. Simmons. I trust you had a pleasant flight? You'll be starting immediately, so there's no time to unpack.You take the room key from your pocket and shove it into the door scanner. The status light turns green and the door to the hotel slides open automatically. You retrieve the card and slip it into your pocket. You walk inside without taking your coat off, striding past the picture window and towards the bathroom. You open the door and go inside, then pull back the shower curtain. There's a black, ebony briefcase in the bottom of the tub. You pick it up and walk back into the room, having a seat in the room's only chair and setting the dark case on your lap.
Zako_Markowitz R.Certification confirmed. Good afternoon Mr. Markowitz. Everything has been delivered. Our man will meet you there.You walk into your studio apartment, setting your duffel bag down by the door and removing your coat. You walk over to the bar and pour yourself a drink, then head past the fireplace to the stairs. The steps are held up by antigravity units. At first you were skeptical about getting them; they didn't seem very safe, and frankly walking on anything that isn't solid just scares the shit out of you. But lately you've learned, not to enjoy them, but to tolerate them. As if you were two creatures in some misty, faraway jungle that mutually decided not to murder one another simply because, without one, the other would be utterly useless.
You push the philosophic thoughts aside and head upstairs, crossing the wallless second floor and sitting down at your work desk. You pull up your emails on your IN-COM, and trash everything after browsing through your inbox momentarily. You sit there quietly for several minutes, nursing your scotch whiskey. Finally you pull up your contacts list. Its high-time you got to work. You haven't been on a real job in months.
gman8181_Friendly J.Certification confirmed. We have heard of your many talents Mr. Friendly. Don't disappoint us.You walk into the building, past the crowded reception, flashing a forged company ID and slipping into a nearby service elevator. You press the floor 50 switch, and as soon as the doors close you let your trench coat slip to the ground. You remove the sub-energy repeater from its holster on your lower back, loading a pair of energy cells into the feed and threading a detensifier onto the barrel before replacing it. You check all three of your beam pistols, including the one on your shoulder, hip and boot holsters, then slip them back where they belong. You heft your heavy-firepower, a folding hyper-dicer attached to your inner thigh. It flings super-heated discs at massive velocity, passing through even the heaviest of armour and posing a threat even to light tanks and small buildings in the right hands. You slap it back into place and make sure you still have all of your grenades. HE, nerve gas, and one EMP for good measure. You slip your electromagnetic/infrared imaging goggles over your eyes and pull the body suit's mask over your face and mouth, donning the ceramic, ultra-light body armour you had hidden in pieces within the seams of your now shredded coat.
47. 48. 49. 50.
The doors slide open and you see a great hall before you. A pair of uniformed guards chat idly in front of the elevator while they wait for it to arrive. They both laugh at some shared joke, then turn and notice you for the first time.
Xantolos_Harker D.ERROR. PLEASE FILL IN ALL FIELDS. Are you trying to hide something from us Mr. Harker?Jembot_Frace A.Certification confirmed. Welcome aboard Mr. Frace. We're glad to have someone of your expertise. Don't worry, all the charges have been dropped.The rain spatters angrily on your leather overcoat, sliding down in runnels and dripping onto the concrete. You pull your hat down a bit further onto your head and glance across the street.
There. A man with a stainless steel briefcase splashes down the sidewalk, pushing people aside as he fights to get through. You need that case. Or, more specifically, the contents of that case.
Any means necessary. You finger the compact energy pistol within in the confines of your coat.
Aseaheru_B0b C.Certification confirmed. Apologies for your name, but all companies, even ours, don't normally allow "cybers" on its private payroll. For you however, we can make an exception.You walk next to the Kavatar executive that you're meant to be guarding. He makes idle chatter while you scan the room carefully, routinely glancing at its inhabitants, as well as constantly checking the windows. This is the last day you're meant to protect him, and your contract will be up in 15 minutes. Once that time is up, you'll be able to collect your pay and walk out of here. But until then, you're not going to take any chances. You walk with him towards the great hall from his office. The middle-aged, steely-haired man continue to make conversation, despite your lack of participation in it. You sigh. He's been doing this for almost a week now. You'll be glad to have this bastard out of your hair once this job is over. He slows down suddenly.
I'm sorry, what was that you said? Shit. You must've said that out loud. You shrug your shoulders and continue walking, and he walks quickly to catch up. Soon you've gone back to ignoring the man so you can focus on keeping him alive. You reach the massive door leading to the hall and wait while he goes through the security check. He's runs through several scanners and has his identity confirmed several times in multiple different ways, including a show of documentation, retina and fingerprint checks, as well as DNA confirmation. Kavatar has state-of-the-art in its main building, and they settle for nothing less. You flash your cert card and security simply waves you through. You finally reach the actual door after passing by the gauntlet of metal detectors, all of which you set off due to your carrying a handgun, and all of which you subsequently stroll through after showing your cert. The actual door requires yet more scans and confirmations, and you wait patiently while the man is run through the processes.
Ysgra Employee KIN Cert.Name: Tobias Wilhelm
Gender: Male
Appearance: Large, muscular, and overweight. Black hair, black eyes, black skin, black leather suit. Minor modifications to life in space.
Background: Pilot.
Bio: Born on a ship, which was lost, along with parents, during teen years. Have been getting work with any crew that will have me since.
Association: Ysgra Corporation
Psychic Potential: Kinesis
Goals: I want to get my own ship, customise it until everything is just right, and then build up enough resources to be free to spend the rest of my days exploring the great beyond.
Name: William Churchill, commonly called Little Billy Churchill or worse, Little Charlie Hopkins
Gender: Male
Appearance: a young man, about 22 years old, 1 meter and 80 centimeters tall, slightly chubby. Age hasn't been kind to him - though he most certainly may have looked rather endearing as a child, now he just looks weird and slightly unusual. He has a very prominent stubble, and he usually wears a red baseball cap and the uniform of whatever place he happens to be working at on any given week. Currently, the honor of being Billy's employer belongs to Yang's Bakery and boy, does Billy look quite sour in its characteristic white delivery boy's outfit.
Background: currently working at a bakery as a cake delivery boy, formerly a successful child actor.
Bio: born in a small family on the less pleasant side of town, Billy always knew he would grow up to do something great, something special. As it turns out, he didn't quite have to grow up. Being an uncharacteristically handsome child with an uncharacteristically pleasant voice, he discovered his love for theater at the age of six, and at the age of eight he was already an established member of the junior troupe. A decent actor, not a bad singer and a rather good dancer, he became one of the more popular character actors among his peers. He was only nine when he appeared in his first commercial, one for Terricorp Instant Oodles of Noodles, aired on the interconnected and integrated multimedia network. This was followed by several more, and then by a few bit parts in several shows as an endearing, cynical tyke that the public couldn't help but love. And then, at the tender age of ten, a few executives came up with an amazing idea - the Little Charlie Hopkins Show, the show that would finally grant little Billy his much-needed time in the spotlight. With his disturbingly unchildlike behavior and fondness for black humor, little Billy became extremely famous, and soon rather rich as well. However, times went by and Billy grew - by the age of 15, he was already a rather tall, hairy teenager, and the routine just didn't cut it anymore. So, after about two more years of desperately clinging onto brutal violence and other cliche, uninspired gimmicks, the Not-So-Little Charlie Hopkins Show died a quiet, overdue death, abandoning its time slot, never to return. And with the show died Billy's career, such as it was. He couldn't get work, not having the acting chops or the requisite respect to get into movies, and his wellspring of comedy had dried up completely. So he got into producing and investing, which he was also terrible at. By the age of 19, he had lost all of the money he had earned in his ventures, so he had to sell his downtown apartment to pay off any lingering debts, then get a cheaper one in the lower quarters. Also, he had to get an actual job, something which caused him no end of grief. Luckily, the world will always need cake delivery boys.
And just when Little Billy thought his life had settled into a nice groove, he was struck by a surprise in his regular physical and mental checkup mandated by his health service provider, Pan. After sticking him in various devices and sticking him with various devices, not to mention asking him several questions, the doctor said that he had something called psychic potential. That was the first time anyone said he had potential since he was twelve years old. Curious, Billy asked what that meant. The doctor told him that he'd contact him soon with details. That, or one of his representatives. And he did! He made Billy a job offer! Real clandestine-like, they said he could manipulate minds and stuff. Eager to get the most out of his newfound, heretofore unknown talent, he signed right up. Hey, beats subsisting on cake delivery.
Association: Pan Corporation
Psychic Potential: Delving
Goals: any jobs and activities will do, but hardcore psychic shit preferred (though go a little easy on him first, so he can get used to being a hardcore psychic). Both as a short-term and long-term goal. Because it sounds awesome!
Name: Scott Simmons
Gender:Male
Appearance: His face is rounded, but hard, and also a bit tanned. It's obvious he's lived a while, the crows feet, wrinkles and other such indications all around. He is usually seen with a synthcig between his lips, while his eyes dart around the room. The rest of him also indicates his personality, he walks with a limp, and is upright and alert. His hair is grey and short, and his eyes are a dull green. Finally, a very noir trenchcoat adorns his body and on special occasions, a fedora.
Background: Private Security. ( Bodyguard, investigator...)
Bio: Born on the Moon to mercenary parents, he quickly got into violence at a young age. Scraps with other kids, bigger kids, and running away from adults were all favourites. He entered a complete rebel phase where he very nearly got killed by a gang, and now stays well away from crime. He took up smoking after that, and moved to Earth and the urban jungle. Got into retail for a while, tried the police, but eventually ended up as a security director for a small time company. He split off after the manager died of disease and the company was liquidated, spending his funds on a nice apartment and saved up. However, the bank is running dry. It's time for work.
Association: Hokoto Arms International
Psychic Potential: Delving (affecting people's minds)
Goals: What kinds of jobs or activities to you want to be involved in?
Investigation, and espionage. Deep cover missions, potential break ins, assassination.
Name: Rebecca Markowitz (Codename: Widow)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Exactly 1.7 meters tall with lightly coloured skin, plain dark brown hair that's been cut at mid neck height and of uncertain age, though she LOOKS like she's about 18 to 22 years old. She's not well endowed, but she's lithe, graceful and has just the right curves in the right places to come off as attractive despite this. She is wiry, athletic and moves with a practiced balance and grace in her every step.
Background: Freelance Espionage Agent
Bio: Born on a planet on the outskirts of the Milky Way, Rebecca had a somewhat rough upbringing under a government under the control of a tyrannical dictator, being forced with most of the other citizens to live in slums with her family. When she was 15, her family was taken and executed on suspicion of being traitors and spies, despite them not having done such a thing, and she was spared by luck when the guards had missed her when she was hiding in a storage compartment in the basement.
She found a Star League official after she stowed away off world and told her story after managing to gather enough proof of her families demise at the hands of her original corrupt government, and was taken in by governmental espionage services for training. After succeeding at her training, she was a key part in the downfall (and eventually death) of the old tyrant she lived under and decided to leave the service for her own desires. She's been working as a freelance agent since then.
Association: Kavatar Incorporated
Psychic Potential: Kinesis
Goals: Espionage, Investigation and, for the right price, some assassination, theft and counter-espionage.
Name: Jim Friendly
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6ft tall, somewhat thin, light skin, dark brown piercing eyes and hair which is cut somewhat short. The oddest thing about Jim is his almost ageless appearance, seeming neither young nor old but somehow timeless. He never tells anyone his age either and some people question why he keeps it such a secret.
Background: Jim's job is in genetic engineering. He originally worked for the Pan Corporation as one of their brightest employees, creating cures and solutions for all sorts of different diseases and illnesses. His primary assignment was helping the richest people live unnaturally long lives. Eventually he became sick and envious of the wealthy continuously buying on additional years of life while he felt he was making little progress in his own. Luckily for him, the Hokoto Arms International came to him some time later with a job offer. If Jim would use his advanced knowledge in genetics to create biological weapons instead of cures, they would give him as much money and power as he could dream of. First, he need only prove his worth and his loyalty.
Bio: Jim had long wondered about the secret potential of genetics which he saw as one of the greatest possible ways to longevity and power. For that reason, he found himself employed by the Pan Corporation using his knowledge of genetics to make cures and extend the life of the rich. His ambition was not sated there though, and he grew envious of the many clients he saw going through with their money, power and their ability to simply buy long life. Later on, he was offered a contract from Hokoto Arms International to make biological weapons. Here he hoped to gain more power and prestige than he previously has been given at the Pan Corporation.
Association: Hokoto Arms International
Psychic Potential: Delving
Goals: To take over the Hokoto Arms International and use that power to carve out an empire for himself while using his knowledge in genetics to attain longevity as well as to create dangerous biological weapons
Name: Dale Harker
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Background:
Bio:
Corp: Pan Corporation
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Name: Angus Frace
Gender: Male
Appearance: Fairly nondescript, tallish, about 6 foot 4, dark skin. His fingers are the first thing that most people notice about him, they are long and elegant, the fingers of someone who is very good with his hands.
Background: 'Fingersmith'/Pickpocket, stole to survive.
Bio: Angus was born in the slums, and destined for an average life if it wasn't for his one unusual feature. As most people living in poverty are forced to, he has stolen to feed himself since he was young. However, he was naturally more skilled with it than others. The thing with Angus was, he never got caught. He could take your false teeth out of your mouth and you'd be none the wiser. He called himself a fingersmith, because a pickpocket was somebody who got caught. He had mastered the art of stealing, or so he thought. what he didn't know was that he didn't have any actual pickpocketing ability, he simply had very powerful latent delving abilities. This allowed him to manipulate the person so they didn't sense him stealing their stuff.
One day, he tried to steal the wallet of the director of Kavatar Incorporated. However, while he managed to steal his wallet, the directors bodyguards noticed him stealing it, as his power wasn't strong enough to affect more than 1 person yet. the director was himself a Delver, and amazed that Angus could Delve into him without him noticing. He was apprehended and taken into custody by Kavatar, where due to his potential to be a real asset if he utilized his full psychic potential, he was told of his real abilities and given a simple choice: work with them or be thrown into prison. He chose the former option.
Association: Kavatar Incorporated
Psychic Potential: Delving
Goals: To make money doing whatever dirty jobs need to be done, preferably not killing but he will kill if the price is right, he would much prefer corporate espionage however.
Name: Charles Bob
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is tall, with relatively small but well defined muscles. Despite this, he still has enough extra mass that most people dont look twice at him. His long dark hair and beard cover most of his face, and his eyes always appear half shut. He dislikes dealing with people, but when he must deal with them he is surprisingly polite and courteous. His normally gruff voice can slip into almost any accent and "class", allowing him to once get almost any job for his last employers, a small salvage group.
Background: EVA specialist. Mostly works on space construction/deconstruction.
Bio: His early life is a mystery, even to himself. The start of his life, to him anyways, was getting out of the military. More recently he has worked with a small company called Stone Recycling, a scavenge company devoted to dissembling "hulks".
Association: Kavatar Incorporated (robotics developer, interested in cybernetics and androids)
Psychic Potential: Kinesis (affecting physical matter or energies)
Goals: Things in space. He one day wishes to own a scavenge vessel and live relatively invisibly, just one more hunk of metal in a universe of them.
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