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Author Topic: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 8]  (Read 11128 times)

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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 2]
« Reply #30 on: June 26, 2016, 09:02:20 am »

Zahir's irritation at the outdated caster combined with his fascination at the shielded equipment. Anything that could potentially stand up to the rampancy's destructive capabilities would be of paramount importance to the dominion ahead of anything else; anything else he could bring back would have to survive the conditions on earth if it were to have any value to the dominion, and he thought that there'd be no better way at the moment than to search for shielded casters.

Zahir starts searching for shielded casters on the market.
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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 2]
« Reply #31 on: June 26, 2016, 09:09:02 am »

One question set looms large in OCOS mind. Who is on that ship? Why is it here? The link to Blackheart is alarming, but also an opportunity. Knowing what he knew would be of great use and importance.

Passivley, find out as much as possible about the ship - its capabilities/armaments, passenger manifest, course schedule and so on.

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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 1!]
« Reply #32 on: June 26, 2016, 11:52:36 am »

It seems to take her a moment to get that, [Charm (Diff. 4): 11+5=16] but then the woman nods. 'That's very sweet of you, dear. I'm not going to ask why you don't just ask him yourself. Caution kept the cat alive, or so my birth mother used to say. A moment.'

Brooklyn was feeling quite chatty after her drink...

"A gentle caution is well-breeded in thom a moit of fib means the oppress of the everloving void.

Employ this app to your own beatbox, valorous Bewinged Mandarme who has provided such a heavenly view upon this one...such called mens of a civilized nature are oft ere barbarous in beating, for the lawsuit aloft their pos, is a mighty weight of fattened comfhab-to do a great insult, and to be insu'd versus reckoning of a splicking, erra brusbrus potentiality. Nay-whilst those you call Remnants needs must learn a careful and timely sort of desire, towards anothers, for the lawsuits does not so begrudge us oft in the empty black as they do one as you.

No more bighat, than a...cat?...might give way 'prove he or she muster forth a pred of equal doing. No true pred risks a blow, from a battle he ought'nt have fought'en. Thusly so, all trueheart Reman or a Reman'a learns politesse, as do the true preds. Pluswise, we's sticks by splicking thany orxes and groats, aye aye? More proty that line."
She said with a wink.

...

Afterwards, she took a moment to tap out a message-infernal labor, under the pleasant haze of the drink. Probably some sort of metaphor or something...

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I will be having mighty welcome toward you for this service. Do encourage a meeter, as you will-so do inform that one my credits are not as fat as all that rats, but I am not without a proper recourse in regards to other means of procuring against dependency. At no worse, do tell I have gotta real giggig axmurding metalhead whose profs are mine to command.

Action: Ramble at the bartender who has probably turned off her translator by now.

Also, beep beep, send message
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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 2]
« Reply #33 on: June 27, 2016, 10:21:34 am »

Zahir Spencer
Zahir's irritation at the outdated caster combined with his fascination at the shielded equipment. Anything that could potentially stand up to the rampancy's destructive capabilities would be of paramount importance to the dominion ahead of anything else; anything else he could bring back would have to survive the conditions on earth if it were to have any value to the dominion, and he thought that there'd be no better way at the moment than to search for shielded casters.

Zahir starts searching for shielded casters on the market.

Zahir's search yields results. Most higher-quality Casters appear to have rudimentary shielding built into them - the cheapest, which is a makeshift device of scrap metal and visible wires, does not seem much better than what he's already using, but the price isn't impossible either - 200 Credits. Zahir isn't so sure 'rudimentary shielding' can cut it against the Rampancy, though, so he shops on. He finds a few more Casters that seem like what he'd need; the rest, unfortunately, appear to be repulsive flesh-embedded or surgically implanted varieties.

Spoiler: Scavenged Caster (click to show/hide)


Spoiler: Aegis Caster (click to show/hide)

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OCOS-998
One question set looms large in OCOS mind. Who is on that ship? Why is it here? The link to Blackheart is alarming, but also an opportunity. Knowing what he knew would be of great use and importance.

Passivley, find out as much as possible about the ship - its capabilities/armaments, passenger manifest, course schedule and so on.

OCOS-998 moves a little closer while giving the impression she is merely taking in the sights. The cutting-edge suite of sensors and scanning augs in her hums into action. She cycles through and processes a dozen different spectrums of vision.

[Senses (Diff. 10+5=15): 2+5=7] Unfortunately, she quickly recognizes that the ship is almost entirely covered in nullsense armor that blocks out all her scans, effectively making the ship an empty spot in everything but standard modes of vision. OCOS can see advanced components in the ship's skin, but it's impossible to say what they are. She might be the best of Orbital tech, but so is this ship.

[Data (Diff. 16): 20+5+3=28] But, fortunately, she has more skills than one. OCOS' quantum brain wakes into full power as she filters through the data traffic and traces instead. There is only so much passive surveillance can tell, but she doesn't want to draw attention by actively prying at the local systems. The synth begins to build patterns out of what she can see, and those patterns tell her many interesting stories.

The ship's passenger manifest, arrival time, scanner results of docking authorities, video footage... these should all be safely encrypted and unavailable, but for a synth of her power and skill, it's only a matter of looking in the right place and in the right way. She reads data traces like an open book, never needing to penetrate the docking bay systems at all. It's not perfect; she may be forming erroneous conclusions, piecing together the picture a little falsely... but in this case, she's fairly certain she's got all she needs.

The Ark's scans got as little out of the ship as she did, so OCOS moves on from them after a moment. It arrived two days ago, from an unknown origin, with no stated destination for its next departure.

Three passengers were logged aboard the ship; two combat drones, humanoid, high-level models - and Alejandro Gouveia. OCOS-998 sifts through the past security feeds next - the video is long gone, but she can reconstruct it from the traces - and waits until the Division Six lands. A tall man in a long black coat, with a highly gene-modded body, steps out of the ship after a while. The face is a perfect match for Blackheart.

Blackheart, who should be halfway across Sol right now. It could be someone wearing his face, of course, mimicking his ID - she'd need something more than a simple vid feed to find out. Active hacking might get her into that ship, or she could try to find the man - if this is a matter worth pursuing, anyway.

***

Spoiler: OCOS-998 (MonkeyHead) (click to show/hide)

Brooklyn of Clan Spyche
Afterwards, she took a moment to tap out a message-infernal labor, under the pleasant haze of the drink. Probably some sort of metaphor or something...

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I will be having mighty welcome toward you for this service. Do encourage a meeter, as you will-so do inform that one my credits are not as fat as all that rats, but I am not without a proper recourse in regards to other means of procuring against dependency. At no worse, do tell I have gotta real giggig axmurding metalhead whose profs are mine to command.

Action: Ramble at the bartender who has probably turned off her translator by now.

Also, beep beep, send message


The winged woman looks a bit bemused at Brooklyn's explanation, though it's hard to say with that mask. 'I don't know if all you Remnants see it that way... if I understood you right... but then, you're a colorful breed, anyway. I hope everything goes well for you, dear. Don't hesitate to come back any time.'

In the corner, Dramon of Alba Patera receives Brooklyn's message and looks over the towering Medulla for a while. He smiles a little.

Seems like it. Could use one of those, maself. After this message, the Remnant hammers away at his Caster for a few minutes. Done. Th'madam will see yas. Ain't no use lookin' for her; she'll find yas. Be polite, now. Won't look good on me if you ain't.

Ah-hah! Brooklyn is beginning to feel quite pleasant. Her senses are dulling; it's a curious feeling to one as well-augmented as she is in that regard.

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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 2]
« Reply #34 on: June 27, 2016, 11:15:32 am »

Zahir tagged the Aegis Caster for future reference, before continuing his perusal of the gear available in the market. he high pricetag bothered him, though it'd just mean he'd have to work harder to obtain it and would provide a much greater benefit once he'd returned with it.

Zahir continues searching through the wares of the market, this time shifting the key words in his search to that of shielded weaponry (Rifles specifically). Time permitting, he also searches for shielded armour as well.
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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 2]
« Reply #35 on: June 27, 2016, 12:04:42 pm »

Brooklyn was glad the world was floating away, since it was all miserable anyway. Ever since she burned the one who shared her warmth, it had all been miserable.

These days, pursuing pointless leads on an ultimately vain quest, to achieve an end that was in itself meaningless...bah. It was better in the dark...and the cool...she could bring up those other memories without the pain usually attached to them, just floating in an anesthetic haze. Before she passed out, she raised her empty glass to the sky to honor the Belter who had knocked her for such a loop with his amazing drink. Damn him to 64 Hells..or was it 61 Hells...?

"Well, pith one upon me, that drink was a moit supra'd then I so had reck'd..." She mumbled, blacking out.

...

She had known what she had to do. Cycle him out, or cycle out with him. It was a binary choice-a petty cruelty, in the vast scheme of things, visited upon her by the tribal council. Let the low-blood bear the great shame of mate-slaying, for she is already damned. She often saw the control panel in tormented dreams, shining with horrid demon light.

OPEN AIRLOCK

His warm green eyes had watched her closely through the porthole. She saw the eyes in the dreams too, calmer than she thought she would have been in the same situation.

...And she had pressed that button, in the end, because she knew that bearing her death would have made his own dying so much harder. She had owed it to him, to let him believe she might look forward to a life bereft. She had owed him far too much...

Yet no matter the wills of men or women, Bloodburn had come in full the next solar cycle, like a holy scythe-and as the madness and dying began they had looked to the one who had most reason to despise them as savior. Though in truth, she suspected they merely did not want her to taint their own personal apocalypse with her presence-another petty cruelty, though one she understood.

She floated into other memories, better ones. It hadn't all been death and disaster...once he had made her a holographic model of the known universe for her birthday-for at one time, they had both dreamed of exploring the universe together-another divine prank, for the crime of leaving Kurns light had been what he died for, and eventually she had been outcast, alone...the model had orbitals and spheroids of pure hardlight, spinning and whirling on energetic nuclear strings...all the worlds and all it's peoples, in cosmic harmony...

...

She snapped back to consciousness, riding out the drink as best she could.

There was no pain now, only a savoring of old melancholy, and it was an intoxicating aroma of sweet and bitter. She would ride the wave as long as she could, knowing the crash would hurt so much...but, it wasn't anything that had killed her. Yet. Brooklyn took another glance backward at Dramon of Alba Patera, this look speculative, and hard to miss-wondering if he might good for a few hours of true distraction after this business was concluded.

She had learned if you closed your eyes, you could convince yourself of a lot of things.

Action: Might as well ride out this drink to it's full effect. (not sure about turns time length out of combat)
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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 2]
« Reply #36 on: June 27, 2016, 12:46:21 pm »

So the ship was just a ship. Granted, a powerful one, belonging to a known miscreant, but nothing out of the ordinary when considered as either part of a ruse or as an asset of a genuine Blackheart. However, a high-interest individual apparently not where he should have been, especially when where he should have been is not somewhere he should be getting out of was a big deal. Either, it was the real Blackheart, in which case it would be important to know why he was here and not there, or it was a fake, in which case it would be important to know who was pulling such a stunt and why. However, before any further course of action could be planned, the apparent Blackheart had to be found.

Search all available records and surveillance data to find where the apparent Blackheart and his 2 drones are. Any other recent sightings in any other locales in the run up to the current spotting would also be worth knowing.

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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 0!]
« Reply #37 on: June 27, 2016, 02:09:19 pm »

If Brooklyn opened her eyes, they would not be to green, but the baby blue of Medulla's.

"Stronger than you thought, my lovely?"

 She saw the look the tribal gave the man, and withdrew her head back towards her shell a fraction.

"You can't be that bad, my darling, if that's on your mind."
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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 2]
« Reply #38 on: June 27, 2016, 02:32:23 pm »

"You can't be that bad, my darling, if that's on your mind."

"...Curse this Gods-crocked damnation of a station, with belter-scorned mazo' imbibs and their bewinged mandarmes...knock you to Kowloon outpost and back, leave your dentals in orbital rotations around Vandermere..." She grumbled, but smiling all the same. "...Fear no malus upon she, who is me, you shiny pail of nuts. It's all a real kick, and this kick is quite sick. Like as to reboo yer beatbox. 0.02 on your wayrats...or a load of mangi on your best day, deep baywise."
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« Reply #39 on: June 27, 2016, 03:39:25 pm »

"I'll take your word for it, my sweet. Wouldn't have thought, though, it'd be much of a kick to a hard-bitten space rogue such as yourself. Have you gotten soft while I've been away?" She smiled teasingly.
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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 2]
« Reply #40 on: June 27, 2016, 03:49:57 pm »

"Pah, I'm not springed nor sprung-my constitutes are supra, high etch. I'm just a'sealing the black with my...old kit in high tow. Somethings too good to pass up, you."
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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 0!]
« Reply #41 on: June 27, 2016, 04:35:54 pm »

"Mmm. I'm sure."

Medulla leaned forward onto the bar slightly. It creaked softly, but held.
"So, my darling," Medulla said to the bartender. "Do you own this bar, or do you just work here?"

With naught else to do, chat with the bartender
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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 2]
« Reply #42 on: June 29, 2016, 07:02:42 am »

Turn 3

Zahir Spencer
Zahir tagged the Aegis Caster for future reference, before continuing his perusal of the gear available in the market. he high pricetag bothered him, though it'd just mean he'd have to work harder to obtain it and would provide a much greater benefit once he'd returned with it.

Zahir continues searching through the wares of the market, this time shifting the key words in his search to that of shielded weaponry (Rifles specifically). Time permitting, he also searches for shielded armour as well.

Zahir's search turns up a number of shielded weaponry. It seems, though, that none of them are quite as impervious as his own, Dominion-built rifle. You stick a bunch of sensors, adaptive sights, power cells and IFF transponders in a perfectly good weapon, it's no wonder it becomes vulnerable to all sorts of things. Still, he can't deny their usefulness. Zahir marks down a few rifles to his liking.

Spoiler: Free Belt Rifle (click to show/hide)


Spoiler: Atmos Longlas (click to show/hide)

While he's shopping, Zahir becomes aware of a looming shape behind him. He spins around to come face to face with a giant bio-mechanical monstrosity, like an enormous gorilla with robotic limbs and one giant red eye in place of a face. It... speaks... to him, a dreadful rumbling sound that gets into his bones.

'You. In market for weapon. I. Crafter. Tailor-made weaponry. Would. Craft. Weapon. For services rendered. Interest?'

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Brooklyn of Clan Spyche and Medulla-3
Action: Might as well ride out this drink to it's full effect. (not sure about turns time length out of combat)
"So, my darling," Medulla said to the bartender. "Do you own this bar, or do you just work here?"

With naught else to do, chat with the bartender

In the face of her friend's beginning drunken adventure, Medulla-3 can do little but watch over her and chat with the bartender to pass the time. She seems to enjoy the attention.

'Mmm. The Lady owns herself, don't you, love?' she asks, seemingly at nothing. A few lights nearby flicker and the angelic voice that greeted the pair when they walked in answers:

'Ark Constitution permitting, yes, Anna'th.'

The woman crosses her arms and shakes her wings a little. 'Buut... I guess I'm a sort of partner. She has little need of the profits beyond basic maintenance costs, so we share what we get. Oh, I hope your friend won't bother the... other customers.'

She nods towards the vast majority of the bar's inhabitants, who are slumped over their Casters or staring at nothing at particular. Without the bursts of data traffic emitting from them, you might think they were dead. Medulla doesn't think they're in any place to be bothered by Brooklyn.

***

The Radspike is potent, but so is Brooklyn's augmented biology. A few hours pass in a blur in which Brooklyn cannot quite keep the memories down, but can't focus on them either. Faces, moments, feelings float across her mind beneath a haze. At some point, she seems to slump into Medulla's arms, because that is where she wakes up quite a while later outside the Illuminated Lady. Her head pounds - but she can feel the alcohol, and even better, the rads, leaving her body as her system works them out.

***



OCOS-998
Search all available records and surveillance data to find where the apparent Blackheart and his 2 drones are. Any other recent sightings in any other locales in the run up to the current spotting would also be worth knowing.

It's time for a masterpiece of Orbital engineering to show what is she is capable of. OCOS unleashes the full power of her data augs and taps into the Ark's systems. [Data (Diff. 15):7+5+3=15] The old ship's security is tougher than it looks, but OCOS is patient. She analyzes weak points in the system, and when she's ready, strikes. The ship blossoms open to her like a beautiful flower, each petal a wealth of information and possibilities. The Ark Bharatama does not question the new user; [Detection, OCOS vs Ark Security: 14+5+3=22 vs 4+5=9] neither does whoever's responsible for monitoring the system. She is a digital ghost, moving through the ship's datasphere unseen. OCOS does not get cocky - a false move could still reveal her to security. She avoids areas of higher security - ship power controls, core access, priviledged data channels - and goes for surveillance and records, looking for any trace of Blackheart and his machines.

[Data (Diff. 10): 6+5+3=14] She knows where to start - the docking bay Blackheart came in. She taps into the surveillance footage, confirming her earlier identification of the man. In crystal-clear data-embedded 3D video, Gouveia's face is unmistakeable. [Deception (Diff. 7): 5+5=10] She looks for common signs of alteration or deception; holomask signals, surgical marks, imperfect fabrication of skin - but either this is an impostor too good for her to spot, or the real Gouveia.

OCOS follows the data-thief as he travels the ship, stopping to shop at the markets, seeming to just enjoy the sights - but the surveillance systems pick out constant encrypted data traffic in and out of his Caster - and eventually entering a few private rooms outside the reach of ship security. OCOS makes a note of the places - Room 50 in the Hall of Stars and the private studio of a local artist in an area of the ship known as the Water Rooms - but focuses on finding the man right now.

Gouveia's path takes him to a meeting with a tall woman in elaborate golden robes. The ship systems mark her out as Mira Baphonne, Overseer of Acquisitions, and a high-ranking member of the ship's staff. OCOS follows the pair for a while, but the two leave quickly into an area of the ship under heavier security; the bridge.

She could crack this level of security and keep on watching, or attempt to physically enter the bridge. It seems risky, but might be worth knowing what the man is doing there. OCOS notices Gouveia's left his drones behind, however, waiting on the Observatory Deck where he had his meeting. Then there are the places he visited, of course.

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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 3]
« Reply #43 on: June 29, 2016, 07:33:53 am »

"I'm interested. What'd you want me to do exactly?" Zahir was fairly quick to react to the... thing's offer. While he did have a distaste for the augmented the offer presented by this one, along with the need to actually come back to the dominion with something in hand, intrigued Zahir. Besides, the weapons he had managed to find had be far from what he wanted (Even if they were shielded), and the gorilla thing could be the ticket to a far more... effective weapon.
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Re: Solar: a Transhuman Scifi RPG IC [Turn 3]
« Reply #44 on: June 29, 2016, 07:59:06 am »

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The creature leans forward. 'Kill. Android. Dangerous. I. Sent others. Dead,' the giant booms. 'Android. Name. Mundus. In Nexus. Here.'

The red eye narrows. 'Listen. Must destroy. Uplink. Little machine. Like soul. Inside. Uploads mind. Destroy.'

'Still interest?'

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