LadyAmber

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

Would anyone be interested in a collabs for the party? We could pool shorter conversation posts this way.

Hit me up if interested.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

KAITIAKI

Samantha’s grin just got bigger as she took in the scene in the rec room. She was excited to be a part of this team. It gave her a purpose and it helped her feel like she was doing something about the ones responsible for her father’s death. She was still investigating the terrorist act that was responsible. The more she found out the deeper down the rabbit hole she went. Being able to step back from investigating and put some of the anger she felt into action was good. She shook her head as she laughed at Xander’s antics. She felt he was a kindred spirit. “That’s an inefficient design. It’s going to shake up the beer which means you have to wait to open it. If you don’t, the beer is going everywhere and then you will be stuck cleaning beer off the floor. I can’t see Skye letting you get away with not cleaning it up. Which means now you really are working harder than just walking across the room to the fridge.” She smirked watching Xander’s face for his reaction.

Samantha turned her head to her new commander in chief, Skye as she was spoken too. "Whisky, for now. Wee fella here didn't ask, but I'll offer you one, grab a glass and savour it, because it's good to see you Sam. Not like your wee' little bourbon 'shite. Now this is a taste of something that'll really make you feel in a place.” She sighed as the commander poured her drink. She shrugged when in Rome as they say. She liked that alcohol helped her relax but she would never understand the need that some people had to drink to excess. Sam didn’t need to trash her body and feel like crap the next day to have a good time. Alcohol mellowed her out and slowed her down which could be a good thing unless she needed her fast reflexes and thinking. She didn’t drink very often. It would be rude to turn Skye down. Sam sat down on the sofa next to where Skye had placed it on a coaster. She picked up the tumbler and took a small sip. The whiskey burned all the way down leaving a trail warmth all the way down.

“For those I have not met yet. Nice to meet you all. I am Sam Dalton, callsign Chaos.” Sam’s lips quirked up one side in a lopsided grin. Sam allowed the whisky to mellow her out and relax her. She spent some time getting to know her fellow operatives. She slipped away when Skye began to prepare food. She grabbed her bags and headed to her room. She found it with no trouble. She unpacked and grabbed a shower. She was grateful for having her own space to retreat too. She changed into a pair of yoga pants and a long soft t-shirt. She couldn’t hide the yawn. Between the shower and the whiskey, jetlag and fatigue was catching up to her. She was so tired she missed what Skye had left for her as she returned to join them for dinner and then the briefing.

Sam sat up and paid attention as Skye began to give them details of what their next mission was. She whistled softly as an anticipatory grin crossed her face. Finally! She was itching to blow some shit up.

Back in the Sandbox Things are Heating Up

@Awesomoman64
Xander pretended to be dictating a review of her services. “Driver was lovely and got us to our destination on time, but there was a distinct lack of on board snacks and drinks and too many camels. 3 out of 5.” Sam gave a full-throated laugh as she witnessed Xander’s antics. She gave a cry of mock outrage “Only a 3! Thank you for the feedback. I will be sure to pack the Goldfish crackers and juice boxes for you next time.” She snarked at him before she hopped out of the DPV and got down to business.

A short while later up on the ridge. Samantha piloted the drone with care and brought it around the end of the rusted out carrier and up along the end. She sent the drone’s feeds to the rest of her team. Things were going well so far. Most people looking for drones are watching the sky not the ground. She sent the drone up the rear of the ship hoping to catch any weapon’s placements. She managed to get the drone over the top of the ship. She skimmed along the roof of the ship. She sent the drone over to the edge of the ship using the ship itself to help hide the small drone as she angled it down so they could see what was on the other side. Sam slowly turned the drone, so it swept the entire length of the ship. She then began skimming along the roof she as she spotted something she hoped would help them with the next phase of the plan.

She listened to the orders being issued by Queen. “Roger that Queen. Sow Chaos with Glitch then give Ogre a ride.”

She managed to set the drone down carefully right next to a shiny communications array antenna. She could tell it was probably one they installed to use since it was not the same rust color as the rest of the ship and was fairly new. She grinned to herself. “Bingo.” She typed rapidly on her keyboard sending commands to the drone now that it was stationary. She sent a command that opened the drone up. The blades of the rotors flipped together to form a small satellite dish. The ball body open like a plastic easter egg and a small robotic arm unfolded with an alligator clip on the end. She used the built in toggle switch to guide the robotic arm. She cursed as she missed the first time. She tried again and was successful. The alligator clip clamped onto the wire she was aiming for. The jaws of the clip sharp enough to penetrate the wire coating allowing it to make contact with the wire inside.

She began typing like mad on her keyboard. “Glitch. I have hard dock into the communications array. Use frequency 453.2ghz. You take the mech.” Sam knew that Glitch would understand that her hard dock to their communications array would allow them to hack as if they were sitting at one of their terminals until someone figured out that they had taken over their own broadcasting equipment. Sam had a hard time remaining professional. She really wanted to snark at Glitch to show her some creativity. She couldn’t let Glitch have all the fun.

Sam grinned as she got into the zone. The first thing she did was release a virus that would self-infiltrate. It would keep working in the background while she worked on other things. The virus would reset all access codes. Anything requiring an access code would shut down until new codes were entered. This included antitank and antiaircraft missiles.

She pulled any data she could find in low security areas and uploaded it to their secure cloud server via the encrypted satellite link. In her time as an analyst with the CIA, she found it was often the data that the bad guys didn’t think was worth protecting that gave them the most actionable intel. Like the terrorist leader that was hooked on an obscure brand of soft drink made from coffee. He had it shipped to him wherever he was. That was how she found him.

She then rewrote the code in the operating system of their automated gun emplacements to move in the opposite direction than they were commanded. She grinned that was such as simple yet effective hack.

@FourtyTwo
She couldn’t hack the inbound hind but she could hack what intel and orders they were receiving by messing with their communications. She jammed all communications leaving the ship through the antenna array by rerouting the signal through the drone to her laptop.
Samantha loved surprising her boss. “Incoming audio stream Queen.” She hacked into their command channel and looped Queen in so she could hear what they were doing. At least she warned Queen that something was incoming. She didn’t want an angry Queen planting a boot in her backside.

She set the timer for the drone which had a small but powerful explosive in inside it. She set it to blow in 5 minutes. The small explosion would take out the communications antenna and the drone. There would be nothing left to tell them how they were hacked. The bonus was their communications would go down excpet for shortwave radio. She knew her time was up. It was time to meet up with Queen for the assault.

@Awesomoman64 @ReusableSword
She packed up all her gear and began the climb back down to the DPV. She secured her backpack into the back of the DPV. She ensured the webbing was pulled tight to prevent it from being thrown around as they went into the lion’s mouth. She climbed back into the driver’s seat. She secured her sniper rifle in the cradle that locked it into place but close at hand. She left her automatic rifle on the sling but angled it where it was quick to grab but allowed her the range of motion needed to drive.

“All aboard the Chaos Express! This train is leaving the station!” She waited long enough to hear the clicks on their restraints before she floored it in a peal of dirt and desert gravel as she sped out after Queen’s vehicle. “You know Glitch. We need to figure out how to have tunes without telling the whole world we are here. We need to work on that before the next mission.” She had the song Highway to Hell in mind for their current situation as she drove towards the rusted-out carrier. She needed to get Ogre in to secure those rods. The last things terrorists of any kind needed was the material for nuclear dirty bombs.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Back in the Sandbox

Sam was in her element as she reveled in her role on the team. She put the Desert Patrol Vehicle (DPV) through its paces as she kept up with the lead vehicle in which Queen rode. She arced the heavy vehicle gracefully around another rusted ship corpse sitting on the desert floor. She was grateful for her tactical suit which had environmental controls to help keep her cool or warm within certain parameters. Her suit was designed for high altitude flying or ground combat. Her helmet was closed to protect her face from the flying sand. Her eyes used the HUD to help navigate. The tinted face shield helping protect her vision from the rising sun.

Her HUD connected with cameras on the DPV’s and those built into her suit as they scanned for movement. She used eye movements and blinking to access menus in the HUD. A movement alert popped up in her HUD. “We have movement in Charlie quadrant.” She paused as she activated the magnification. “False alarm. Appears to be a rogue camel. No other movement detected.” She called out what she saw in a calm clear voice even as the DPV went down over another scaggy covered hill. She heard Frigga call out: "Who ever is driving is worse then my sister! Miss a rock two!"

She laughed as she replied with a grin “Where would the fun be in that! There is nothing here but rocks. I can’t miss them all. But for you, I will do my best.” Sam smirked as she began weaving around to miss as many rocks as possible before pulling up a few feet from Queen’s vehicle. The DPV rocked on its suspension as it stopped. “Thank you for booking with Chaos Rides.” Samantha snickered as she climbed out and grabbed her tactical backpack with her electronic gear. She was already wearing her pistol on her hip in its holster. Her throwing knives were in the bandolier strapped across her abdomen. The twin fighting knives were already strapped into their sheaths along her forearms. Her combat knife road in her boot. The only thing left to grab was her long gun and rifle. She clipped her automatic rifle into the tactical sling built into her suit. She slipped her customized long gun’s straps across her shoulders.

She tightened the straps and clicked the buckle in place across her chest so it wouldn’t move around as much or make much noise. She had made sure her canteen was in the pack and filled with water before she left. She began to walk stretching and limbering up her muscles before kicking up into a faster ground eating jog. She reached the ridge quickly. She analyzed the cliff face as she had an easy climb up the ridge marked out in her HUD. She began climbing up the ridge. Her foot only slipped once as the soil under her foot crumbled a little. She made it to the top without further incident. She looked around noting any immediate threats.

She crouched low and used the zoom feature to see what lay ahead. She sat down along the cliff edge. She pulled the long gun off her shoulder and laid it next to her right hand. She pulled her backpack off and pulled out her laptop. She reached into the bag and pulled out a drone the size of a tennis ball. She laid down on the cliff’s edge. Pushing her rifle up onto her back on its sling. She opened her laptop and booted it up. She smiled as she confirmed connection to the secure encrypted satellite they used for communication in the field. She set the drone on the dirt in front of the laptop. She turned it on and sent up into the air. She spoke into the mic built into her helmet. “Chaos is in position and running hot.” That was code for drone in the air. She piloted the drone towards the rusted ship. She didn’t want to send it too high. Worried someone might spot it and shoot it down. She skimmed above the desert floor where it would be less noticeable. She was aiming to send the drone around the end of the hulk. She turned her attention to what was coming up on the drone feed. She was hoping she got good intel before she had to bring the drone back because it was out of range.

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

Jazrina was still tired and grumpy from the long drive. She was also a little excited and a lot nervous. She was hoping that things would be better for her this time. She had hoped this would be a fresh start for her in Tanner. She was hoping the names she had been called in high school would not still follow her around. She was hoping that most of them had matured at least a little since high school. Granted most of the younger coven members were younger than her by a few years. While they had attended the same high school, most of them were not in the same year as her. Jazrina had been a wall flower who had perfected the art of blending in so she wouldn’t be noticed. She didn’t really run in any of their social circles either. Her only real contact with any of them had been the rare lessons and meetings at the Coven House.

Jazrina had called out into the house hoping to draw the attention of anyone still here. Her shoulders had tensed up in anticipation. She was startled as the door opened behind her which caused her to jump a little turning around a little. She heard the girl say "Uh... hey. 'Sup?" She swayed a little as she regained her balance. Her hand going to her chest as her heart raced in reaction. She needed to calm down and stop expecting the worst. She took a deliberate deep slow breath. She gave herself a little pep talk. She could do better than this. She would do better than this.

She smiled at the young woman standing in the entryway and was about to say something when someone called from the stairway banister from the floor above them. Hayden said: "Hate to break it to you loves, but ya bit late. Carlisle and his posse has already gone and start doing some snooping shit or whateves. He did say there was a party later or something, so you can let him know you are back then" "Now if you excuse me, I have way more of this house to explore"

Jazrina turned and looked up. It was not a voice she recognized. She didn’t recognize the young woman who was peering down at her from above. Her brain had barely registered her message before she had turned and walked away deeper into the house. Jazrina blinked and replayed the last few minutes in her head. She turned back toward the door and the sight of the other young woman reminded her that she was not alone.

Jazrina looked sheepish as she blushed a little embarrassed that she had jumped when the young woman had come through the door. She looked vaguely familiar like she had seen her around before. She couldn’t recall her name though. “Hello! Welcome back to Tanner. I apologize but I don’t remember your name. You look familiar though. I am Jazrina Heartwood. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She blushed even harder hoping that the young woman didn’t think she was rude for not knowing her name. She waved her hand towards where the young woman had disappeared upstairs. “Well it sounds like the main group left to check something out together.” Jazrina shrugged a little knowing the other girl had heard the same message she did. “At least we got invited to the party tonight.” She smiled at her and hoped she was putting her at ease. Once the greetings were done, Jazrina headed out to return home. She had unpacking to do before tonight. She would text Delaney and get the time of the party from her.

I'm bad at introductions

Welcome Bailey!

introducing Scribblehead

Welcome to the site my monseter child! Enjoy yourself and have fun!

Yes Scribblehead is my kiddo. Yes they are over 18.

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

LadyAmber
Potential ideas:
2) Maybe used to be your babysitter when she was a teenager.

Could see this having been a thing.

@Wayward

Let's talk about it. How would we react around each other? I probably would have tried to respect your indepenence but had to follow your parents instructions. She would have tried to be the cool babysitter up to a point.

Introductions! (original, I know)

Hello There! Welcome back to RP!

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

KAITIAKI

Samantha sighed as she began packing her bags. She had come home from her mission. She spent some time with Kameko. When she had downtime between missions, she had time to think. When she slowed down, she couldn’t help chewing over how he died. She continued to search for clues and evidence for everyone responsible. She was collecting the data. She felt confident that when she was ready that she could take the information to Queen. She had struggled at first to get used to working with a team. Her missions with the CIA had always been solo without much support. She had learned to trust the team and lean on them during training. She knew there was more than one team and had met many of them in passing.

She was still working to process the death of her father. To be healthy enough to pass the entrance test, she had begun seeing a therapist. She hated to admit that she was long overdue for therapy. She couldn’t argue that she was doing better. She found it soothing to spend time with Kameko. She felt like the last link to her past and the last person who really truly knows her. She worried a little about Kameko. She was doing fine physically. She had taken over the dojo on her own and was teaching more now. She seemed so lonely. They seemed to fill that need for each other. She worried how she was coping when she was away.

She sighed as she zipped her suitcase. Thank goodness she got to leave her gear at the base. She giggled thinking about what it would be like to get some of it through security. She grinned at least traveling commercial was easier for her. LAX while a clusterfuck and always busy had flights to almost everywhere. It was a good airport to fly out of as long as you took the hour long drive in traffic into consideration. She had already packed her personal laptop gear. Kameko had already left for the dojo. They had said goodbye over breakfast. Her uber should be here any minute. She hated leaving her babies in Kameko’s garage but they would be safe here while she went off to save the world. Her babies being her custom racing motorcycle and her Shelby Cobra. She had restored the Cobra with her father. She was very attached to both of her vehicles. They meant even more to her now. She grabbed her bags and headed for the airport. She had to do the undercover shuffle before finally arriving at her destination. She made sure she had her real passport and id secured in the special hidden pocket inside her computer bag before pulling out the alias she was traveling under.

She hated flying commercial. It was so much more convenient to fly herself to her destination. If only she could afford her own airplane. She made decent money but not that good. Plus flight plans and all that. It would be even harder to conceal that flying under an alias. Once she was on the plane she happily leaned her chair back to avoid talking to the passengers around her. She pretended to sleep. It was amazing what people would say around you when they thought you were asleep. She amused herself with the commonplace drama for the rest of the flight. After the plane landed, she stood to gather her luggage. She had to catch a connecting flight. She turned to the woman sitting next to the window. She smiled and told her “You should dump him honey. He doesn’t deserve you. Why would you want to fight for a man who didn’t respect you in the first place. The problem isn’t the ho he hooked up with. The problem is with him. If you had a clear understanding that you were both in a committed monogamous relationship, dump him. He ain’t worth the trouble.” She saw her face go red with embarrassment and she began to splutter as Sam grabbed her bag and moved down the aisle to catch her next flight.

It felt like a day later and Sam was tired as the plane finally touched down in Wellington. She produced her third alias ID for this trip as she deplaned. She was tired and grumpy. Normally she loved to fly but that is if she was sitting in the cockpit. She felt like she was being released from prison being forced to sit in economy in the rear of the plane. It felt good to be up and moving through the airport. She swung by baggage claim and picked up her bags. She made her way to the departure area. There was a driver waiting holding a sign with her name on it. She approached him and simply nodded. He just nodded in return and led the way out of the airport. She could tell by the way he moved that he was an operative. She didn’t recognize him though and assumed that he was just a cog in the logistics chain to get all the operators back on base for the next assignment. He helped her get her bags into the back of the SUV. She didn’t make a fuss or a scene about it. She could lift her own bags and didn’t need to be coddled but she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. She knew he was driving to meet the boat that will take her out to the island. She was right he departed after dropping her off at a secure dock. She made her way to the indicated sleuth and hailed the boat.

After a long but uneventful trip over to the island, Sam was tired but she smiled. She loved this part of getting to base. She secured her bags to the back of the 4-wheel ATV. She slipped her sunglasses over her eyes before letting out a loud whoop. She threw her leg over and mounted the ATV. She took off in a peal of spinning tires and dirt flying. She put the ATV through its paces as she followed the trail to the base. The ride into base restored her joyous disposition. The rumble of a high-performance engine and the wind from her passing blowing her hair back would never get old. She came roaring into base. She almost forgot to stop at the checkpoints to put her info into the system. She grinned as she pondered that it was a security issue she should probably mention to the boss. Maybe she would try to set off the alarm on purpose the next time she came back to base. She didn’t know her new boss well enough to know how she would take a prank like that yet. She pulled the ATV into the garage and climbed off. She unloaded her bags and headed into base. She looked down at her now well worn travel clothes. She needed a shower. Her combat boots and jeans were splattered with mud. Her vintage Motley Crue tshirt was wrinkled and had a small ketchup stain on it. Her hair looked a little wilted but still fabulous. It was one of the reasons she kept it styled so short. As she passed into the base proper she called out in a cheerful voice. “Hi Honey, I’m home! What's for dinner? I am starving!” She snickered as settled her bags at her feet and took a look around to see what was happening and who was here.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Quick question about the opening scene. Does the teaam already know one another? Are we meeting for the first time?