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The sun finally climbs above the horizon, light flooding the city streets once again. Thyan - or Hope City, as the new government insists on calling the capital - never sleeps, but atleast the daylight sends the less-wanted members of society running back for their hiding places, where you'll have to dig them out from. Seven bounty hunters in apartments, hotel rooms and safehouses across the city ready for their first missions on the planet.
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Day 1Taric TaiserviTaric moves his feet off the computer table, seeing the blinking icons in the side of the screen. New messages, which hopefully mean new targets and new money. Behind him, a furious voice bellows from whichever entertainment device he has wired up, repeating the latest news, but he hasn't had time to listen yet. A smaller computer sits on the floor behind him, this one guarded and encrypted carefully for safe access to the black market and his old informants, in case he needs more ammunition and gear.
Taric TaiserviHP: 75/75
Equipment: Funds: 10,000¤
Known Perks: Focus Improvement PackageFaction: Bounty Hunter
Target: None
Akhain GazhornAkhain stares outside, his bionic eye flickering between thermal, infrared and normal vision. Just outside his window, two hooded gangers are mugging somone. This is a bad neighbourhood, but he had to flee when the angry revolutionary mobs stormed his home. There are some new messages on his communicator, and the woman on his radio keeps blathering on about the latest incident or gang war out on the streets. In his pocket is a worn note with a black market warehouse address he got from his informants two days earlier.
Akhain GazhornHP: 75/75
Equipment: Funds: 10,000¤
Known Perks: MultiVision Ocular ModificationFaction: Bounty Hunter
Target: None
SystarSystar finishes cleaning his collection of blades and assorted close combat weapons, and turns on his laptop, leaving it on the table. A portable TV, connected to the planetary network, sits on his bed alongside guns and other equipment he's laid on it for further inspection. The hotel room is small and cramped, and not really built for humans specifically. The small filter implant he received yesterday so he could properly breathe this planet's atmosphere still hurts like hell. Still better than the clunky and easily damaged breathing gear he would've otherwise been forced to use. A small 'ping' from his laptop signs that it's ready to use. It's automatically connected to the black market and the various messaging accounts he uses. There seem to be new job offers for him.
SystarHP: 75/75
Equipment: Funds: 20,000¤
Known Perks: AugeanTech LightningBolt PackFaction: Bounty Hunter
Target: None
GaosaronWith a flick of his wrist, Gao connects his datacore into the online network, or whatever it is called on this planet. Easily manipulating the controls with his implant, he also opens up a news site and a closed connection to an equipment market. He's found that listening to the current events and news of his location can prove very valuable. Fortunately, there appear to be plenty of new missions for him on this backwater.
Gaosaron el-Anaula Ra'VantahinHP: 75/75
Equipment: Funds: 20,000¤
Known Perks: NovaCore Electronic ModificationFaction: Bounty Hunter
Target: None
Subject 971971 gets up from his bed in the little apartment the new government has graciously given him. His work for the resistance didn't go unnoticed, and the apartment sits in a skyscraper in the rich Old District. He couldn't have ever afforded this place if the revolutionaries hadn't pulled in a few favours for him. He moves over to his computer and opens it up. He has new messages waiting for him, hopefully his first bounty hunting jobs. The rebels have been spreading word of his services for him. Dalia - that's General, nowadays - personally had a huge advert of his projected against the side of a building in the financial district. Various entertainment devices cycle through the daily news around the apartment. He still has the addresses of old smugglers and contacts from the old days if he needs to visit the black market - not that he has that much money to spend.
Subject 971HP: 75/75
Equipment: Funds: 5,000¤
Known Perks: AugeanTech FlexiSpeed AidFaction: Bounty Hunter
Target: None
ZaraZara revs up his mechanized blade, trying a few moves in the closet he's made into a makeshift training room. If he's lucky, he'll get to use the thing soon enough. Behind him, a black laptop beeps about new targets. He's also left a news site open on it. He's got the numbers of the local black markets, in case he feels he needs extra equipment and supplies.
ZaraHP: 75/75
Equipment: Funds: 20,000¤
Known Perks: AugeanTech LightningBolt PackFaction: Bounty Hunter
Target: None
Achutugu-osha (I'll... go with she/her, m'kay?)
Achutugu-osha hammers on her dataslate controls with her dextrarms, bringing up whatever messages she's received during the night. It hasn't been designed for her kind, but she's learned to use such things during her youth with humans. The thing is filled with safeguards and self-made protections, because you never know when the Illuminati are watching. For much of the same reasons, her apartment has little furniture, and the few there are have been built by herself or her family. Achutugu's covered the windows with steel plating so no-one can see inside, but she's pretty sure it's dawn.
She has the location of a black market warehouse memorized - mainly because she's been watching it for the past few weeks in case it's an Illuminati front. She feels somewhat comfortable about going there now. Achutugu has a news site bookmarked on her dataslate, even though most of the stuff is just Their lies. It looks like there are some new messages for her.
Achutugu-oshaHP: 115/115
Equipment: Funds: 5,000¤
Known Perks: 'Juggernaut' Athletic GraftFaction: Bounty Hunter
Target: None
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I had way too much fun with the last one.
In case someone didn't realize, I've given everybody three things to do - check your messages/job offers, watch news or visit the black market. Of course, if you want to go wandering outside, I'm not stopping you.