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Parent thread: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
GM for this game: Bromern Sal
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Nomad D2
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The Plan is clear as mud seen through a drone's eyes

Fixer watched as everyone took up their spots.  Glahn moved to a spot to provide cover.  Somehow it didn't make him more comfortable.  But they needed it.  Others would sit at the diner or someother similar location.  And some would go in.  he suspected he was in that group.  He looked around the alley to see if there was any security visible in all that wiring. there might be something he could co-op if it existed.  He just doubted it existed.  

More likely was something on the nearby buildings.  He looked for security cameras that might cover the alley.  Was it possible someone had footage off people going in and out?  It might tell them if Rya was there.  Or perhaps even Jace if the footage was stored back far enough.  It likely was if it existed in the first place.  But that would likely require a camera on a nearby building that just accidently seemed to cover their target.  He kept his eyes open for possibilities.  If he found something he could suggest looking for the wiring for access.  But time probably made it a bad option anyway.  Time was not on their side.  

When he finished his quick look around he was ready to go?  "Ok, We goin' in?  Not much sense waitin' any longer."



Posted on 2019-08-28 at 19:48:58.

Espatier
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where to roost

  "Ok, We goin' in?  Not much sense waitin' any longer." Fixer spoke

Mr Charile agreed with a nod.  " Anybody and evrybody get out, Me and bloss will have to find a place to wait. Looks like your on your own for now. If you can make it to this point here. Then I'll make sure that the package is picked up and I"ll buy the first round of Abydos,  Deal?".  

time passes

"Greek Dan's hero shop for now?... maybe they have seats?" Sugguests Mr Charile to blossom

 

 

 



Posted on 2019-09-04 at 17:50:59.

TannTalas
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Short post

"Ok, We goin' in?  Not much sense waitin' any longer." Fixer spoke
Mr Charile agreed with a nod. " Anybody and evrybody get out, Me and bloss will have to find a place to wait. Looks like your on your own for now. If you can make it to this point here. Then I'll make sure that the package is picked up and I"ll buy the first round of Abydos, Deal?".

As Charlie stopped the car, Casino was the first to get out. Giving a quick scan to the area around them he thought he saw no immendiat threat. However just because he saw nothing did not mean it was not hidden. His hand on the grip of his SMG, thumb close to the safety, he awaited the rest of the group, minus Charlie and Blossom, to exit the car.

For the moment he’d wait on the rest to be set before starting this next phase of the search. He could only hope Vegas did not suffer from the delay.



Posted on 2019-09-16 at 14:37:10.

Bromern Sal
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X00032:8.Y00001:12.Z00054:5, 12th Alley | Night City Integrate | Undercity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 9:02 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15 mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)

Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

 

Crossing the street, Ghlahn passes in front of the CPA’s office. Foot traffic is picking up. The sidewalk is about 70% congested with people making their way east. People dressed in their best clothes, hair combed, cybernetics polished. That’s going to make climbing the fire escape unnoticed nigh unto impossible. Keep going? Try to find another way up the outside of the building? Or see if there’s a way into one of the businesses along 12th Street, maybe find a way upstairs and then out onto the escape?

 

Making a quick decision, the stocking-capped solo stops and looks about attempting his best act at getting his bearings. Shaking his head and affecting a chagrined expression, he swivels about and strides around the corner where he proceeds down 12th street. Neon signs play within the cheap holographic projections like worms inflicting a victim.

 

The CPA’s office on the corner—Black & Gesault—is closed. Frontline Apparel with its caged windows spitting out holographic models walking a couple of steps into the sidewalk, spinning about, and then vanishing back into the protected glass is open. That store will likely be filled with autofactories ready to print the selected clothing. It may even be devoid of a clerk… 

 

Further down the street, the only other shop that appears to be open is Superfix Appliance Sales & Repair. With it being a repair store, there are likely people within. Glancing to his right, Ghlahn spots the air jeep parked in front of the Greek place. The Sunday morning traffic is starting to thin out a bit—maybe Church is in session—which helps, but dealing with no people is way better than the alternative, so the Cee-metal cyborg ducks into Frontline Apparel, shifting his bag so that it sits more behind him on his butt as he goes.

 

Stark white overheads glare at him. Not quite bright enough to cause concern, they are an unwelcome change from the gloom outside. Pausing just inside the door, Ghlahn takes in his new surroundings with a practiced eye. As he had suspected, the shop is unmanned but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t security. Experience states that even in the Undercity a shop owner will fork out the creds to protect their assets. In this case, with no clerk to manage the store and deal with potential vandals (merchandise is safe since it isn’t available until the creds are paid and the machines print the job), it’s a safe bet that there’s some kind of AI. 

 

Utilitarian meets industrial with a splash of urban decay, the shop is a deep rectangle accented by two sets of rust-colored metal pylons on either wall rising up to the bare metal rafters. The floor is black and white ceramic tile patterned to look like marble. Sitting in front of each wall are autofactory booths, six in total, three on each side. An individual walks into the booth, closes the curtain, inserts their cred chip or authorizes a pending transfer, is scanned for measurements, and then is presented with their design options. After making the selection, the autofactory begins printing. Within five minutes, the customer is walking out the door with their new article of clothing. 

 

But it isn’t the autofactories that Ghlahn is looking for. His gaze settles on a back door, olive green in color, obviously metal with a few small dents and a number of scratches marring its surface. The area around the dull steel handle is stained with dirty smudges and the “Employees Only” sticker has seen better days. The lock requires a keycard. It appears to the cyborg sniper that its a scanner device. There’s a possibility that through that door, there’s another door with access to a utility hall. From there, he might be able to get more of a bird’s eye view of 12th street.

 

Considering his options, the red-headed soldier wonders what kind of security he’s going to have to face down to get access. Glancing back over his shoulder, he stares at the alley across the street. The window provides a view at an angle, if straight out of the shop is twelve o’clock, the alley is at about ten o’clock. From street level, his view could be obstructed by passing vehicles or pedestrians.

 

Looking back towards the door, Ghlahn knows it’s time to make a decision.

 

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 09:10 AM PST)

 

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Fixer watches as Glahn moves to find a spot to provide cover. Somehow it doesn’t make him any more comfortable but they need it. The plan is for the others to sit at the diner or some other, similar location, and the remainder of the group would go into the alley. He suspects he is in that latter group. He peers down towards the alley to see if there is any visible security. There might be something he can co-op if it exists. He just doubts it exists. 

 

Keen eyes augmented by NuCybe that allows him to zoom in on the area of interest confirm his original thought. Nothing visible as far as security goes on the outer entrance to the alley. Even adjusting to the nearby buildings and looking for security cameras that might cover the alley results in a clear path. As the Jeep pulls up in front of the diner, he keeps his eyes open for possibilities. If he finds something he can suggest looking for a way to access the cameras but time probably makes it a bad option anyway. Time is not on their side.  

 

Finishing his assessment—at least from their current position—he is ready to go. "Ok, We goin' in? Not much sense waitin' any longer."

 

Mr. Charlie agrees with a nod, "Anybody and everybody, get out. Me and Bloss will have to find a place to wait. Looks like you’re on your own for now. If you can make it to this point here then I'll make sure that the package is picked up and I’ll buy the first round of Abydos. Deal?"  

 

Charlie parks the Jeep and waits for it to settle to the ground as he looks past Casino and into the restaurant. Grandma Dee’s Diner is no less packed than it was five-minutes ago.

 

Casino is the first to get out. Quickly scanning the area around them, he sees no immediate threat. He’s not green, however. Just because he spots nothing does not mean it is not hidden, waiting to put hot lead through his skull. Hand on the grip of his SMG, thumb close to the safety, he waits on the rest of the group. He can only hope Vegas does not suffer from the delay.

 

Echo easily rolls out of her seat and splooshes onto the pavement, shoulders squared, head on a swivel, hand cradling her precious SMG.

 

Bloodbank draws in a deep, filtered breath and follows the nomad onto the crowded sidewalk. Taking in the Sunday dining crowd, he sets his jaw against the disdainful looks thrown his way by some of the people.

 

Fixer is the last to exit. As the misty rain dusts his exposed face, the Techie takes a quick look around before satisfying his concerns about their immediate safety. 

 

“Standing room only,” Echo mutters to Cred Stick Charlie. “Looks like you’ll need another roost.”

 

"Greek Dan's Hero Shop for now? Maybe they have seats?" Suggests Charlie to Blossom.

 

“Greek at this time of day?” the netrunner scowls, then blanches. “Greek at any time of day is gross, but in the morning? Fine… whatever.”

 

The fixer pulls back on the lift control causing the aerodyne to throw dirty water out from underneath it in a 365° radius that catches the edgers about the thighs and waists. A mass shift of by-standers moving towards the walls of the building is accompanied by angry glares and various cultural signs of affront. 

 

“Let’s go,” Echo responds quietly, already beginning to make her way towards the alleyway.

 

“Anyone want to check and see if Ghlahn is in position?” Bloodbank asks, grateful that he doesn’t have the walkie and still feeling guilty about his previous faux pas. 

 

(OOC: Remember who has walkies&hellip

 

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 09:05 AM PST)

 

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Pulling back into the sparse traffic on 12th, Charlie looks for a parking spot in front of the Greek sandwich shop and is rewarded right away with a place between a discolored plastic economy city car and a junker economy version with missing windows and multiple spray painted tags covering its body. Parallel parking, he pushes the lift controls into landing mode and waits for the vehicle to settle as the rest of the team walks past and continues on towards their destination.

 

“There’re a lot of agents with public access nearby,” Blossom reads the HUD display before her eyes. “Can’t tell who they belong to. Won’t risk pissing some retired street samurai off by playing Russian Roulette. So, Greek it is.”

 

Shifting to the other side of the vehicle, the slight Asian girl extracts herself from the vehicle and retrieves her bag. Waiting on Charlie, she peers in the window of their intended destination, past the wax crayon advert art covering the windows with their low-tech displays.

 

“Sh*t,” she curses around the sucker protruding from her pouty lips. “The place is closed.”



(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 09:05 AM PST)



Posted on 2019-09-17 at 19:14:32.

Keeper of Dragons
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Ghalahn pulls out his walkie and keys the mike, "Looks like slim picking for overwatch.  Locked scanner door is blocking the best access.  Gonna have to settle for a street level window and hope traffic isn' too heavy.  Should be in place in 5 minutes"  He takes up a position looking out the window but keeps his weapon covered for now.



Posted on 2019-09-22 at 17:41:13.

TannTalas
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At full alert

Casino is the first to get out. Quickly scanning the area around them, he sees no immediate threat. He’s not green, however. Just because he spots nothing does not mean it is not hidden, waiting to put hot lead through his skull. Hand on the grip of his SMG, thumb close to the safety, he waits on the rest of the group. He can only hope Vegas does not suffer from the delay. Echo easily rolls out of her seat and sploshes onto the pavement, shoulders squared, head on a swivel, hand cradling her precious SMG.

Bloodbank draws in a deep, filtered breath and follows the nomad onto the crowded sidewalk. Taking in the Sunday dining crowd, he sets his jaw against the disdainful looks thrown his way by some of the people. Fixer is the last to exit. As the misty rain dusts his exposed face, the Techie takes a quick look around before satisfying his concerns about their immediate safety.

“Standing room only,” Echo mutters to Cred Stick Charlie. “Looks like you’ll need another roost.”

After a few moments to let everyone get set, Echo is the first to seemingly take charge, surprising Casino, though her way seems to be a bit more quiet then his or Charlie’s have been up to this point.

“Let’s go,” Echo responds quietly, already beginning to make her way towards the alleyway.

“Anyone want to check and see if Ghlahn is in position?” Bloodbank asks, grateful that he doesn’t have the walkie and still feeling guilty about his previous faux pas.

Bringing the walking to his mouth, Casino does just that. “Ghlahn update?”

"Looks like slim pickings for over watch.  Locked scanner door is blocking the best access.  Gonna have to settle for a street level window and hope traffic isn' too heavy.  Should be in place in 5 minutes" 

“Copy that 5 minutes” With the walkie on open, Casino felt no need to repeat Ghlahn’s update of his time frame. Hosting his SMG, his thumb on its safety, index finger on trigger he moved into last place in the group following Echo into the alleyway. His head never staying in one place to long, his combat package at full alert, and his eyes watching the groups back he acts as rear guard to Echo’s scout. The big Solo can only hope that they will finally find some tangible lead to the kid........



Posted on 2019-09-28 at 00:13:52.

Nomad D2
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Moving In

Fixer listened as the others talked and moved into position.  He waited and watched everyone going into or out of the alley.  If their target came out he wasn't going to miss her.  When Ghlan had finally gotten into position and the group was ready they headed into the alley.  Could you look unobtrusive in a spot like this?  He didn't know.  But he tried.  His head kept rotating as he looked everywhere for any sign of trouble.  He looke dofr thier quarry, he looked for weapons, he looked for electronic surveylance equipment and he looked for anything out of place.  Except themselves he thought sourly to himself.  

But that he couldn't do much about.  He kept going, wondering if team #2 was on their trail. 



Posted on 2019-10-01 at 22:20:39.

   
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