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[IC] Cyberpunk RED - The Network Plague
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(This is the IC thread for a Cyberpunk RED campaign, OOC thread here).
It's not that unpleasant an evening, as Night City ones go. The skies are about as gloomy as usual, but the winds have begun to let the temperature become at least somewhat cooler, a reprieve from the months-long unending heat wave as of late.
You then hear about an opportunity too good to refuse, maybe because it is: Arasaka has put out an open call for freelancers needing to assist with additional security for traffic patrol during an upcoming major delivery shipment. While the recruitment advertisements make no mention of experience being required, the underlying sentiment is clear: they expect applicants to have some familiarity in the fields of security, transportation, and/or netrunning.
Beyond that, all you know is that would-be applicants are expected to meet with Fixer representatives at your local Brooklyn Barista, professional attire expected.
Naturally, the most popular branch of the ubiquitous cafe is that in Arasaka's front lawn: the dense, ever-overcrowded Corpo Plaza.
It's at least worth hearing them out, isn't it?
The Players
Havelock 2.0 - SM0lK4T, Netrunner
discrider - Lights Out, Rockerboy
joshgotro - SNAFU, MedTech
Fencingsax - Swiftie, Tech
It's not that unpleasant an evening, as Night City ones go. The skies are about as gloomy as usual, but the winds have begun to let the temperature become at least somewhat cooler, a reprieve from the months-long unending heat wave as of late.
You then hear about an opportunity too good to refuse, maybe because it is: Arasaka has put out an open call for freelancers needing to assist with additional security for traffic patrol during an upcoming major delivery shipment. While the recruitment advertisements make no mention of experience being required, the underlying sentiment is clear: they expect applicants to have some familiarity in the fields of security, transportation, and/or netrunning.
Beyond that, all you know is that would-be applicants are expected to meet with Fixer representatives at your local Brooklyn Barista, professional attire expected.
Naturally, the most popular branch of the ubiquitous cafe is that in Arasaka's front lawn: the dense, ever-overcrowded Corpo Plaza.
It's at least worth hearing them out, isn't it?
The Players
Havelock 2.0 - SM0lK4T, Netrunner
discrider - Lights Out, Rockerboy
joshgotro - SNAFU, MedTech
Fencingsax - Swiftie, Tech
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I have also seen this, but I need to sit at a keyboard and work out my guys whole presentation)
His coat immediately desyncs and starts pulsing to the ambient noise in the plaza.
Julian sniffs at this; lights reflecting off his mirror shades.
The Barista should have a decent scene, and if not, he can make one.
Kit stands outside the Barista and grumpily blows a blue strand of hair away, amber light flash fading from her eyes. Looks at Corpo Plaza, then at the Barista. She tilts her head back
“FUUUUUUUUUGH”
This whole deal smells like some ‘saka brand scopshit and I am so not down.
After a second a grin spreads across her face.
Let’s have some fun with it
She heads inside
There's a young woman idly tending to each customer, a fashionable teen or thereabouts decked out in enough colorful streetwear to make a Shibuya youth think she might be overdoing it a touch.
@Havelock2.0
Bit less crowded than he'd prefer, but he wasn't really looking for a gig now was he.
There's a slight moment of confusion as his jacket lights up to a tone that he couldn't hear.
Oh well.
No harm in being flashy.
Geth roll 1d10+12 for gauging the crowd
"This isn't a netcafe, sis, you ain't gonna find much to hack here." Her snide observation results in a few idle snickers from the counter. "Maybe something to drink instead?"
He slides into a seat across a table from the tired corpo.
As the corpo looks up, Julian grins.
"So I heard Arasaka had a job going?"
“Soz sis. Not a kleptoid, just lookin to brighten the place s’all. I’ll behave.”
She plops into a seat, puts her feet up and flashes her best grin.
“You do a Watson Wakeup or a Kabuki Black? Or s’this strictly Corpseville Coffee?”
If her erstwhile partner can't handle his scop, best to know now.
"No, I've been runnin indie for a while now. The tag's Lights Out, if you've managed to catch me before?"
Julian raises his eyebrow in vain hope. Briefly.
"But no matter. How many are you after?"
Elsewhere, the man seems relieved to see a second face sit besides Julian... if a bit apprehensive at the sudden approach, as if he hadn't had someone sit that close to him. Maybe he hadn't. "Never heard of either of you, but I'm not particular, and neither is 'saka. Four would be good, five would be great, wider perimeter and all that."
Then, a pause, and he motions over to the Netrunner at the counter. "...is she with you?"
Wait that’s for a mocha??
Looks at her account
WELP
“ ‘Preciate it sis. Think I’ll just browse watcha got for, uh, now.”
You’re doin’ GREAT Kit
She waits until she’s forgotten, which is faster than she expected, then drags a chair over to the table where the others are at and settles in.
“Heya chooms! Name’s SmolKat. I’m a professional.”
The corpo tenses as the 'runner approaches, then gives her a pensive look, as if to say, sure, a professional screw-up, before the mask of professionalism returns.
"Whatever, a runner couldn't hurt. Do any of you know how to work a gun?" It seems like he considers the alternative a very real possibility.
She jabs a thumb to the metal bat strapped to her back
“And then there’s Friendo.”
He gets none of the above, and so, resigned, he looks to the rest of you.
"Fine. I don't suppose any of you have transportation? The job's in Pacifica, in a night's time. Two at most. BYOG." A gesture to Julian's pistol, and then "Friendo".
"We're not expecting trouble, but that tends to be the trick. Worse case scenario, a show of force should scare off any Nomads or what-not dumb enough to fuck with the shipment, but on the offhand chance that I'm wrong, and there is... something, I can't make any guarantees. That gonna be a problem?"
A pause, then he turns the laptop around, indicating a fairly lavish bank account's standings. "1000 eddies up front for each of you, 2000 on completion, meaning a safe completion of the shipment, and none of our people lying dead in the street."
Julian smiles and pauses.
"Is dere anything in the cargo that is goin to draw trouble though?"
Geth roll 1d10+6+6 for Human Perception on whether the cargo is hot or not.
“Liking the eddies, Chuck. Wheels’re gonna be big important tho. Dunno how it’d fly if we roll up pushing’ a Maimai.”
She sits up a little
“Wait. Pacifica? ‘S like, a Combat Zone yeah? Like it’s The Combat Zone.”
Kit picks up the chip, and looks at the others.
It's not some Elysium, but that's more the Corps fault than any, and the life in the City is fueled by the way out there.
And where you live doesn't really matter if you're just as like to draw a random booster gang here as an autographed drone shell there.
He shakes his head.
"Seems if we need to get to Pacifica we're all in need of transport."
He nods at the chip.
"Ow about 1500 eddies up front, and the rest later. Then us choombas can maybe find something that doesn't fall apart on the way there. Maybe even bring appropriate gear for the.. everyone who might be looking to mess with 'Saka."
Justin is looking to roll persuasion here
He doesn't exactly seem that sure of his own reassurances, but he's trying.
(Justin can make a persuasion roll, DV 15.)