"I wouldn't dare refuse," He replied, putting on a light smile.
"Of course." She motions for a robotic server to bring a pair of drinks. With the instruction to bring something expensive. Appearances are important, after all.
"...Is that cliched enough to count? What do y'all think?"
Mercy Smith "Caliber" [Reach Heaven] - (VermilionSkies)
Balance: 500 VC
Current MU: Reach Heaven
Hangar #1: Reach Heaven
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A refurbished basement underneath a local firing range, bought from the owners through a local contact. The back wall has been converted into an impromptu rack, upon which she hangs the few firearms she was willing to bring along from her personal collection. Her bed consists of a mattress on the floor, covered in MU plushies, several of them recognizable as being modeled after her parents' machines.
The rest of the room is... barren, to say the least. She probably doesn't know how to cook, considering that a microwave and a minifridge make up the entirety of her "kitchen."
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Name: Mercy Smith
Call sign: Caliber
Appearance: Young and bright-eyed. Wears a dusty, cordite-stained apron over various sets of sweaters and jeans.
Personality: Obsessed with the beauty of a well-maintained gun in action. Is very willing to tell you about how cool their collection of firearms is.
Backstory: Born to a pair of corporate cleanup agents, Mercy was guided towards following through with the family business by both their parents and a desire to fire the big gun.
Traits:
[Negative] Severe Astigmatism - -1 Pilot Skills and Job Skills at night or in low light conditions
Mercy Smith's eyes tire more easily than most, and she is occasionally subject to migraine headaches. Although she is used to it, her symptoms worsen at night and impair her activities. She might be able to cure her condition if she can scrounge up enough money for a surgery.
[Positive] "Cleanup" Expert - +1 Combat Skill +1 Medicine Skill / has friendly contacts in the underworld
Mercy Smith's line of work has given her certain insights with weapons and the human body, and how they interact together.
Pilot Skills
Melee (Shock/Dodge): 0
Medium (Assault/Position): 3
Long (Artillery/Jamming): 0
Job Skills
Combat: 2 (+1)
Exploration: 1
Medicine: 1 (+1)
Mechanics: 2
Electronics: 0
General Data
Registration Number: Reach Heaven
Attack Class: Assault
Weight Class: Standard
Arm Load: 0
Leg Load: -1
Hit Table
1: Head ○○
2-4: Core ○○○○
5: Core (Thrusters)
6: Left Arm ○○○
7: Right Arm ○○○
8-10: Legs ○○○●●
Attributes
Pursuit: 2
Evasion: 0
Detection: 0
Profile: 8
Stealth: -2
Handling: -1.5
Skill Modifiers and Caps
Melee: -1/4
Medium: 2/4
> Position: 3/4
Long: -1/4
> Jamming: 0/4
Weapons
L.Arm - [HG] [Medium] WMB Assault Rifle: ○○(x2) / +2 Pursuit
R.Arm - [HG] [Medium] WMB Assault Rifle: ○○(x2) / +2 Pursuit
Mnt#1 - [HG] [Medium] WMB Standard Mounted Autocannon: ○(x3)
Mnt#2 - None
Body Parts
Head - [HG] WMB Light Head [Jammer]: +1 Jamming / ○○
Core - [HG] WMB Light Core: ○○○○
Arms - [HG] WMB Standard Arms: Standard ArmLoad / ○○○
Legs - [HG] WMB Standard Bipedal Legs: +1 Position / Standard MaxLoad / ○○○●●
Internal Parts
CPU: [HG] WMB Standard Specialized CPU [Medium] (+2 Medium -1 Melee -1 Long)
Thrusters: [HG] WMB Pursuit Thrusters (+2 Pursuit)
Set Bonus: WMB 4-Parts (-2 Handling)
Hub [HUB]: 6 (Amicable)
--Contact: Kate M
Codeon Organized Network [CodeON]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
Planetary Reclamation Initiative [PRI]: -6 (Unfavourable)
--Contact: Unknown
SYMBIOSIS [SYMBIOSIS]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
Begreris Independent Administration [BIA]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Edgar V
Zereon Star Order [ZSO]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
League of Free Sailors [CORSAIR]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
WMB Industries [WMB]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Anna E
Hephaestus Heavy Industries [HPH]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
Tokiyuki Corporation [TKI]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
Arballister Group [ARB]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
The Arsenal [ARS]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
SCRAP - Salvager Association [SCR]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
Obsidian Technologies [OBS]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
Blueshift Energies [BLS]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
Exceed Systems and Electronics [EXC]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
Bulwark Defence Systems [BLW]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
Mistral Avionics [MST]: 0 (Indifferent)
--Contact: Unknown
Other Contacts:
- Chun C, cleanup expert
- MIC Parts Market [Unavailable at the moment]
- MIC Medical Center
- Black Market [Membership required]
- Jackaster Clinic
- Chun's Cleaning Services
- Toad's Bay
The state of the art corporate AI determined it could
fleece suggest refined spirits to this customer who was waiving around a payment card. The robotic waiter returned soon after with two crystall glasses with no more than a drop of an amber liquid resting at the bottom.
> Two glasses of Marduk's Stargazer, Special Grade.He then attempted to scan the payment card of the assertive lady.
Lu ██████ "Wrecker" [Skew] - (Egan_BW)
Balance: 0 VC
...
Balance: 0 VC
Beep!> Our apologies, the payment could not be processed. Do you have another payment card?Hmm now that's a problem.
I don't intend to count drinks and stuff as expenditures, but well at least have some pocket change on your bank account!----------
The beep was loud enough to be audible to the merry band of insensitive onlookers who were spying on the courtship attempts of one of their fellows. No consensus had yet been reached on whether or not the line was cliched enough that some unexpected but maybe kinda expected wrench appeared in the plan of the beautiful lady. One of the mercs whispered to the group.
Merc With a Beer: "Who bet she is going to make the guy pay?"Merc With Two Beers: "Just like my last shitty guy of a date? You are on."Then the woman pulled another card and checked. This one worked, it seems she had accidentally used an expired one. She, in fact, was a merc with money! 4000 VC very exactly!
Merc With a Beer: "Fuck I already lost?!"The Great Rust Field had been mentioned twice now, Drifter decided to ply more information on the location. While to the point and blunt, such things were fortunately normal and appreciated amongst salvagers, assuming there was no bad blood or insult of course.
RumorsGrimy Scavenger Pilot: "The Great Rust Field? Ah you said you arrived to Begreris recently. You might have seen it from the surface, practically a continent of rust from orbit. You gotta see it to believe it. Rust as far as the eye can see, with riches you cannot even imagine waiting below."
Scavenger Pilot with a breathing mask: "*shhhh* The remains of an ancient superstructure. Megalopolis, but bigger. Much bigger. Below the surface dust, it's steel. Steel that goes so deep you wouldn't be surprised if it reached the planet's mantle. *shhhh*"
Grimy Scavenger Pilot: "Still, it's a dangerous place. Full of rogue drones and other traps from an old era, and worse. But that's the fun of it, what's a treasure without a little thrill? It's a treasure hunter's dream down there."
Scavenger Pilot with a breathing mask: "*shhhh* Turned out to shit when the corps arrived though. Many salvagers sell out their info for some quick VCs. *shhhh*"
Grimy Scavenger Pilot: "Scum, all of them traitors."
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