Strangelander said
Yeah, Dark Tower definitely had a bit of influence, though less time-travel-y shenanigans and psychotic trains.
That would be sweet, though. Looking forward to seeing an OOC.
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That would be sweet, though. Looking forward to seeing an OOC.
Yeah, kinda. Think of it more as a money pool used for gear, bribes etc. It's not a huge amount, but then again, few corporations are interested in paying all expenses.
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This has a distinct Dark Tower feel to it. Definitely interested.
I think most of the others are just gonna think he's a douchebag. Which is totally fine, many runners tend to have big personalities. Should make for some interesting conversation!
Woops, looks like Roman and I posted at the same time. I'll see if I can fit in something about the mage hitting the floor :D
Red glanced at Quicksilver and grinned. Her look wasn't exactly uncommon, but the street samurai looked like he might be an older brother of hers. She was glad he'd asked the mage to quit. Showing off like that, what an amateur. Quicksilver's question was a sensible one, and it deserved to be answered without snark.
"Koch-Huang's security system is probably off the grid, so I might not be able to access it remotely. If we can get close enough to the building, I can totally spoof a few commands long enough for Thovren here to get a drone or two in, maybe lay a fiberoptic tap. I hear he's good." She looked up at Mr. Johnson. "I'm in, but I agree: we're gonna need a blueprint of the complex. Do we need to pull some strings or can you help us out?"
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Johnson nodded. "I will indeed be able to supply you with plans of the building. They are, as you suggest, not entirely up to date. Nonetheless, they should provide you with some vital information, among other things about the electrical system. Needless to say, my employers may not be held responsible for any incorrect information, and should you fail, any knowledge of your doings will be denied. Once you leave this room, you are on your own until your objective has been completed.
"The support we can provide will be so once you have all made a decision." Mr. Johnson produced a few small items from his left trouser pocket. "I have in my hand datachips containing the aforementioned plans to the Koch-Huang as well as a few other things my employers believe will be of benefit to you, and a DocWagon bracelet good for a month. Keep in mind that DocWagon medics are not always willing to enter corp grounds because of extraterritoriality."
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Red muttered a word of appreciation. DocWagon bracelets meant that whoever was paying them, they at least wanted them to keep breathing for long enough to get away and weren't just planning on looting their lifeless bodies.
She actually agreed with the troll. It would take a sizable bonus to make her not put a bullet in that drone. The same went for the engineer, actually. Getting out was gonna be the hardest part, and if she was gonna bring a killing machine and a civilian back out with them, it had better be worth it. The rigger seemed to be mostly interested in the drone itself. No way he was gonna leave it behind. She couldn't exactly blame him—it was a good-looking piece of machinery—but already she began to worry that his fascination with Big Dog might pose a serious risk to the mission and their lives. She decided to cut the discussion short.
"I don't care either way. But if we're extracting the drone and/or this McIntosh, Horns here isn't the only one who wants to know if it'll be worth it. Give us a figure."
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For a second, the only sound heard was the soft static of the white noise generator. Then, Mr. Johnson spoke.
"I am afraid I am not authorized to provide you with an exact figure, but my employers have told me to assure you that if you are to successfully extract at least one of the assets, your salary will be more than doubled. I trust that is a satisfying answer?
"Now, a few of you have already given clear confirmation of your accepting this opportunity. Before we move on, I will have to ask the rest of you to either accept or decline. Take your time; the night is still young."
"Koch-Huang's security system is probably off the grid, so I might not be able to access it remotely. If we can get close enough to the building, I can totally spoof a few commands long enough for Thovren here to get a drone or two in, maybe lay a fiberoptic tap. I hear he's good." She looked up at Mr. Johnson. "I'm in, but I agree: we're gonna need a blueprint of the complex. Do we need to pull some strings or can you help us out?"
Johnson nodded. "I will indeed be able to supply you with plans of the building. They are, as you suggest, not entirely up to date. Nonetheless, they should provide you with some vital information, among other things about the electrical system. Needless to say, my employers may not be held responsible for any incorrect information, and should you fail, any knowledge of your doings will be denied. Once you leave this room, you are on your own until your objective has been completed.
"The support we can provide will be so once you have all made a decision." Mr. Johnson produced a few small items from his left trouser pocket. "I have in my hand datachips containing the aforementioned plans to the Koch-Huang as well as a few other things my employers believe will be of benefit to you, and a DocWagon bracelet good for a month. Keep in mind that DocWagon medics are not always willing to enter corp grounds because of extraterritoriality."
Red muttered a word of appreciation. DocWagon bracelets meant that whoever was paying them, they at least wanted them to keep breathing for long enough to get away and weren't just planning on looting their lifeless bodies.
She actually agreed with the troll. It would take a sizable bonus to make her not put a bullet in that drone. The same went for the engineer, actually. Getting out was gonna be the hardest part, and if she was gonna bring a killing machine and a civilian back out with them, it had better be worth it. The rigger seemed to be mostly interested in the drone itself. No way he was gonna leave it behind. She couldn't exactly blame him—it was a good-looking piece of machinery—but already she began to worry that his fascination with Big Dog might pose a serious risk to the mission and their lives. She decided to cut the discussion short.
"I don't care either way. But if we're extracting the drone and/or this McIntosh, Horns here isn't the only one who wants to know if it'll be worth it. Give us a figure."
For a second, the only sound heard was the soft static of the white noise generator. Then, Mr. Johnson spoke.
"I am afraid I am not authorized to provide you with an exact figure, but my employers have told me to assure you that if you are to successfully extract at least one of the assets, your salary will be more than doubled. I trust that is a satisfying answer?
"Now, a few of you have already given clear confirmation of your accepting this opportunity. Before we move on, I will have to ask the rest of you to either accept or decline. Take your time; the night is still young."
Don't sweat it. I'm not always gonna be able to churn out a huge post either ^_^
Yeah, I actually had a drone in mind as I made it up, but like you, I was on mobile. Hold on.
Judging from the holographic video, the runners can tell that the prototype is about the size of an actual dog. Its head would reach about midway up the thigh of a (human) man. Mr. Johnson would also inform you of this if you asked.
As for Devon's psyche, hm. I guess? Probably not detailed psych profiles, as corporations tend to keep those locked away, but I'm sure Mr. Johnson's employers would have at least some kind of idea of whether he's an introvert or not, stuff like that. (I figure it would be funny if he was an extrovert, being forced to stay on corp ground!)
And the mustache? Well:
Judging from the holographic video, the runners can tell that the prototype is about the size of an actual dog. Its head would reach about midway up the thigh of a (human) man. Mr. Johnson would also inform you of this if you asked.
As for Devon's psyche, hm. I guess? Probably not detailed psych profiles, as corporations tend to keep those locked away, but I'm sure Mr. Johnson's employers would have at least some kind of idea of whether he's an introvert or not, stuff like that. (I figure it would be funny if he was an extrovert, being forced to stay on corp ground!)
And the mustache? Well:
hm, that doesn't work. how bout this
Two levels seem to be the maximum.
Aaaand we have a job! Had to make a few things up on the fly, but it should all hold up.
Now is the time for our characters to ask questions. You're welcome to take control of Mr. Johnson himself and have him answer the question (that would make pay negotiations easier, for example). You can also ask the question here in the OOC first to make sure everyone's cool with the answer, or you can just have your character ask it and have me do the hard work :D
If you don't have any questions, well, maybe the rest of us have one for your character to ask. We'll see!
Now is the time for our characters to ask questions. You're welcome to take control of Mr. Johnson himself and have him answer the question (that would make pay negotiations easier, for example). You can also ask the question here in the OOC first to make sure everyone's cool with the answer, or you can just have your character ask it and have me do the hard work :D
If you don't have any questions, well, maybe the rest of us have one for your character to ask. We'll see!
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