[ Bravo Team ]
Adams gives Haywire a teasing grin, "What's wrong? Claustrophobic?"
He levers up the manhole cover with a grunt, setting it aside. "Yeah, keep an eye on them topside, and stay in communication. I imagine we'll be able to tell where they are by the sound, but it will help to have eyes on the surface."
He places his feet on the upper rungs of the ladder leading down into the dark pungent tunnel. "You ready to test the chemseals on those shiny boots of yours, Sinjin?"
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[ Bravo Team ]
Doc lowers himself into the sewer tunnel. Though the Tir is one of the more prosperous and decadent city-states, the outer sectors are little more than high-tech slums and the infrastructure is commensurate. A few inches of waste trickle through choked concrete trenches while ancient power lines run through conduit strewn overhead, danging some places within dangerous distance of the biologically hazardous ooze below.
Doc lowers himself into the sewer tunnel. Though the Tir is one of the more prosperous and decadent city-states, the outer sectors are little more than high-tech slums and the infrastructure is commensurate. A few inches of waste trickle through choked concrete trenches while ancient power lines run through conduit strewn overhead, danging some places within dangerous distance of the biologically hazardous ooze below.
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[ Alpha Team ]
Having acquired a subscription to the decoy vehicle, the 5hade flits up to the gate node. Binary pulses fire through Val's synapses as he searches the firewall for a loophole in its security.
(( If a trace is initiated, I'd like an opportunity to redirect. Also, what's the camera situation? Didn't see anything about cameras in the previous pages. ))
Having acquired a subscription to the decoy vehicle, the 5hade flits up to the gate node. Binary pulses fire through Val's synapses as he searches the firewall for a loophole in its security.
(( If a trace is initiated, I'd like an opportunity to redirect. Also, what's the camera situation? Didn't see anything about cameras in the previous pages. ))
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[ Alpha Test ]
Max eyes his surroundings and turns back to Val, whose sunken head and half-closed, flitting eyes intrinsically indicate some form of a seizure to the elf. While this is, of course, what Val looks like when he's working his magic, Max can never quite get used to it. The decker simply looks too entranced-- too possessed by some abstract something-- for him to feel perfectly at ease with it. He supposes that each member of the team might be prone to such possessions, though. Sinjin, Doc, Tyros, and Max can all become men possessed by their own skills when the time calls for it. 'Man, I just hope I don't look so creepy when I get into the zone,' Max thinks. Suddenly, a light of inspiration strikes Overstreet and he peers away from the gate, down the road a bit. They need a distraction, and a car with its alarm set off might just serve their purpose.
Max eyes his surroundings and turns back to Val, whose sunken head and half-closed, flitting eyes intrinsically indicate some form of a seizure to the elf. While this is, of course, what Val looks like when he's working his magic, Max can never quite get used to it. The decker simply looks too entranced-- too possessed by some abstract something-- for him to feel perfectly at ease with it. He supposes that each member of the team might be prone to such possessions, though. Sinjin, Doc, Tyros, and Max can all become men possessed by their own skills when the time calls for it. 'Man, I just hope I don't look so creepy when I get into the zone,' Max thinks. Suddenly, a light of inspiration strikes Overstreet and he peers away from the gate, down the road a bit. They need a distraction, and a car with its alarm set off might just serve their purpose.
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[ Alpha Team ]
(( No cameras--the elves rely primarily on watcher spirits which are currently out of sight and presumably erstwhile engaged. ))
The androgynous phantom that is Stat1C flits over to the gate's node and places his palm over it. Lines of glowing code flash through the decker's mind at unfathomable speeds as they're picked apart and parsed. He searches for the unnatural, the locus that will cause the house of cards to tumble. And--in this case--he finds it. The decker submits a request to the node with a string of non-standard characters.
Just as Val gains access to the node, a beacon of light envelops him. The gate control node is tracing him!
(( No cameras--the elves rely primarily on watcher spirits which are currently out of sight and presumably erstwhile engaged. ))
Hack on the Fly Test (Val)
Trace Login (Gate)
Redirect Trace (Val)
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[ Bravo Team ]
Haywire expels breath in short, controlled bursts as she scampers up the fire escape of an abandoned coffin hotel. The matrix of steel is a flat gray in her vision, starkly contrasted against the golden aura around her own gloved hands. Reaching the top, she sweeps the roof for astral energy. Clean. The combat mage sneaks across the gravel-strewn rooftop and leans against the opposite edge, craning her neck over the chasm between buildings.
< I've got a 20 on the light tank. It's moving to rejoin the convoy. You'd better hurry. >
Haywire expels breath in short, controlled bursts as she scampers up the fire escape of an abandoned coffin hotel. The matrix of steel is a flat gray in her vision, starkly contrasted against the golden aura around her own gloved hands. Reaching the top, she sweeps the roof for astral energy. Clean. The combat mage sneaks across the gravel-strewn rooftop and leans against the opposite edge, craning her neck over the chasm between buildings.
< I've got a 20 on the light tank. It's moving to rejoin the convoy. You'd better hurry. >
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[ Bravo Team ]
Adams taps Sinjin on the chest with the back of his hand. "You heard the woman, let's go," he says before breaking into a run down the tunnel.
A slow rumble grows in intensity as they approach, becoming audible above the splashing of fetid sludge around the runners' boots. Adams keeps his eyes turned upward, calculations running through his head.
(( I'd like to roll engineering to determine whether a kilo of rating 15 plastic explosive could destroy the road above. ))
Adams taps Sinjin on the chest with the back of his hand. "You heard the woman, let's go," he says before breaking into a run down the tunnel.
A slow rumble grows in intensity as they approach, becoming audible above the splashing of fetid sludge around the runners' boots. Adams keeps his eyes turned upward, calculations running through his head.
(( I'd like to roll engineering to determine whether a kilo of rating 15 plastic explosive could destroy the road above. ))
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[ Alpha Team ]
Even in his semi-conscious state, the muscles of Val's jaw clench as a trace warning flickers to life in his VR feed.
< Alright, 'manos, time to move! They've got a trace running! We need to be through that gate ASAP! I may be busy here for a few moments, so do what you can for any remaining guards. Decoy vehicle is moving... now!>
The architecture of the gate node disappears instantly, having been replaced with the wire-frame interior of a Tir HMMV as the 5hade toggles his active subscription. He waves a hand and quickly assembles a list of command parameters which he feeds into the vehicle's Pilot program.
The engine of the HMMV roars to life, its headlights cutting into the gloom. Rubber tires screech against pavement as it jumps off the line like an Olympic marathon runner, charging directly in front of the gate and down the thoroughfare.
The 5hade immediately toggles his active subscription to return to the gate node. He prepares to run another trace redirection to buy some time for the rest of Alpha Team to do their part.
Even in his semi-conscious state, the muscles of Val's jaw clench as a trace warning flickers to life in his VR feed.
< Alright, 'manos, time to move! They've got a trace running! We need to be through that gate ASAP! I may be busy here for a few moments, so do what you can for any remaining guards. Decoy vehicle is moving... now!>
The architecture of the gate node disappears instantly, having been replaced with the wire-frame interior of a Tir HMMV as the 5hade toggles his active subscription. He waves a hand and quickly assembles a list of command parameters which he feeds into the vehicle's Pilot program.
The engine of the HMMV roars to life, its headlights cutting into the gloom. Rubber tires screech against pavement as it jumps off the line like an Olympic marathon runner, charging directly in front of the gate and down the thoroughfare.
The 5hade immediately toggles his active subscription to return to the gate node. He prepares to run another trace redirection to buy some time for the rest of Alpha Team to do their part.
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[ Alpha Team ]
Tyros exits the car in a hurry as soon as he hears Val's go signal. Moving parallel down the wall towards the gate, the Mage trusts his teammates to follow him without the need for so much as a backward glance. Approaching the gate, Tyros tries to find an opening in the distracted guards to slip through.
Tyros exits the car in a hurry as soon as he hears Val's go signal. Moving parallel down the wall towards the gate, the Mage trusts his teammates to follow him without the need for so much as a backward glance. Approaching the gate, Tyros tries to find an opening in the distracted guards to slip through.
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[ Alpha Team ]
For a moment the Tir guardsmen simply exchanged bewildered glances. One of the men grabs control of the situation and points towards the rapidly departing vehicle.
"You, you and you--go after it!"
Three of the men rush to an armored transport and hop in, racing after the rogue truck.
The guard closest the gate jerks his head as one of Tyros' boots crunches an unseen pane of glass amongst the other debris.
"What was that? Who's there?"
For a moment the Tir guardsmen simply exchanged bewildered glances. One of the men grabs control of the situation and points towards the rapidly departing vehicle.
"You, you and you--go after it!"
Three of the men rush to an armored transport and hop in, racing after the rogue truck.
Infiltration Test (Tyros)
Perception Test (Group)
"What was that? Who's there?"
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[ Bravo Team ]
Doc wipes a layer of grime off of the Phalanx's visor and stares up at the brick and mortar ceiling of the sewer tunnel. His thoughts are temporarily overwhelmed by measurements of depth, density, and physics.
With the right finesse when applying and spacing the explosives, Doc figures that it would be possible to destroy the street above completely. The margin for error is extremely small, and to err would result in damage, but not destruction of the street. The chance for a tunnel cave-in is also very real, in any scenario.
Doc wipes a layer of grime off of the Phalanx's visor and stares up at the brick and mortar ceiling of the sewer tunnel. His thoughts are temporarily overwhelmed by measurements of depth, density, and physics.
Engineering Knowledge (3) Test (Doc)
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[ Alpha Team ]
With a flick of an annoyed wrist (centering), Tyros lifts himself off the ground, hovering an inch or so above the street before proceeding to float along the wall towards the gate (levitate, f4).
((If the guard approaches, Tyros flies over him))
With a flick of an annoyed wrist (centering), Tyros lifts himself off the ground, hovering an inch or so above the street before proceeding to float along the wall towards the gate (levitate, f4).
((If the guard approaches, Tyros flies over him))
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[ Alpha Team ]
Max is already approaching the gate when Tyros's foot knocks a cluster of rubble, sending it skidding off in the direction of the guard. The elf shimmies into a meager shadow, hoping somehow to still slip past the alerted man. His hands remain ready for the grab.
Max is already approaching the gate when Tyros's foot knocks a cluster of rubble, sending it skidding off in the direction of the guard. The elf shimmies into a meager shadow, hoping somehow to still slip past the alerted man. His hands remain ready for the grab.
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[ Alpha Team ]
Max flattens his back against the wall, attempting to recoil into shadow to hide from the advancing guard. The already suspicious guard patrols too close to the elf and spots him against the inky backdrop. He raises an Ares Alpha assault rifle, pointing the muzzle at Max's head.
"You there! Identify yourself!"
Infiltration Test (Max)
Perception Test (Group)
"You there! Identify yourself!"
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[ Alpha Team ]
Max's eyes dart between the three guards remaining at the post, the other three taking off down the road toward the errant vehicle. He raises his hands, keeping them in reach of Marlowe Mk. II, and elects to try the diplomatic approach. "Don't shoot!" the elf shouts. 'Drek, what good is being invisible if you're fraggin' clumsy?' More than fearful, Max is annoyed. "I was sent by the UCAS on a black book mission to protect the Prince. It's imperative that Legion doesn't get to him." Max remains calm as he explains himself, but doesn't suspect there's much he can do to keep the bullets from flying. 'Good going, Turps.'
Max's eyes dart between the three guards remaining at the post, the other three taking off down the road toward the errant vehicle. He raises his hands, keeping them in reach of Marlowe Mk. II, and elects to try the diplomatic approach. "Don't shoot!" the elf shouts. 'Drek, what good is being invisible if you're fraggin' clumsy?' More than fearful, Max is annoyed. "I was sent by the UCAS on a black book mission to protect the Prince. It's imperative that Legion doesn't get to him." Max remains calm as he explains himself, but doesn't suspect there's much he can do to keep the bullets from flying. 'Good going, Turps.'
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[ Alpha Team ]
The elven guardsman frowns but lowers his rifle.
"I'd heard rumors that UCAS was coming in to help us, but I thought it would be in a larger capacity."
Con Test (Max)
"I'd heard rumors that UCAS was coming in to help us, but I thought it would be in a larger capacity."
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[ Bravo Team ]
Adams continues running down the dank passageway, dodging stalagmites of mineral buildup and metahuman waste. The rumble of the armored vehicles above moves further and further behind him. He pauses at a ladder to catch his breath, and opens a comm channel for Haywire's benefit.
< Okay. Sinjin, Haywire, we have two options that I can see here. We mine the underside of the street, and hopefully drop the whole--Or at least most of the--armor column into the sewers. Otherwise, we might try popping up in the middle of them, and fighting from there. Haywire, what's it look like up there? >
Adams continues running down the dank passageway, dodging stalagmites of mineral buildup and metahuman waste. The rumble of the armored vehicles above moves further and further behind him. He pauses at a ladder to catch his breath, and opens a comm channel for Haywire's benefit.
< Okay. Sinjin, Haywire, we have two options that I can see here. We mine the underside of the street, and hopefully drop the whole--Or at least most of the--armor column into the sewers. Otherwise, we might try popping up in the middle of them, and fighting from there. Haywire, what's it look like up there? >
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[ Alpha Team ]
Max breathes a heavy but quiet breath of relief and lowers his hands so that they are still up and palm out, but down by his sides. His palms are slicked with sweat. "Wish Clark had told us we didn't have to sneak past you guys. We're a small group, but we've seen more action than an Orkish joygirl. I'm certain we could be of assistance to you-- we've tangled with Bell and Legion several times in the past. We averted a missile launch that would have landed smack in the middle of downtown a few weeks back."
Max breathes a heavy but quiet breath of relief and lowers his hands so that they are still up and palm out, but down by his sides. His palms are slicked with sweat. "Wish Clark had told us we didn't have to sneak past you guys. We're a small group, but we've seen more action than an Orkish joygirl. I'm certain we could be of assistance to you-- we've tangled with Bell and Legion several times in the past. We averted a missile launch that would have landed smack in the middle of downtown a few weeks back."
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[ Alpha Team ]
Although the guard seems to believe every word Max feeds him, the elf nods nervously with the air of someone who is fiercely afraid of their superiors.
"I should probably just run this by my CO..."
Although the guard seems to believe every word Max feeds him, the elf nods nervously with the air of someone who is fiercely afraid of their superiors.
"I should probably just run this by my CO..."
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[ Alpha Team ]
Concern leaps immediately to Max's face, and he tries to reason with the guardsman,
"I don't think that's a good idea. Who knows what kind of surveillance is in place inside the palace, or whether Legion has gotten any moles inside. The fewer people know I'm here, the better."
Concern leaps immediately to Max's face, and he tries to reason with the guardsman,
"I don't think that's a good idea. Who knows what kind of surveillance is in place inside the palace, or whether Legion has gotten any moles inside. The fewer people know I'm here, the better."
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[ Alpha Team ]
"All the same, I'd better check with him."
The guard presses the side of his earpiece.
Con Test (Max)
The guard presses the side of his earpiece.
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[ Alpha Team ]
Max reaches out places a hand on the guard's forearm firmly but without aggression. His eyes are serious. "Look, we were never here. The UCAS can't be implicated in Tir matters. My presence here needs to be limited to as few people knowing as possible. Your superior knowing puts everything in greater danger. You must see that."
Max reaches out places a hand on the guard's forearm firmly but without aggression. His eyes are serious. "Look, we were never here. The UCAS can't be implicated in Tir matters. My presence here needs to be limited to as few people knowing as possible. Your superior knowing puts everything in greater danger. You must see that."
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[ Alpha Team ]
The young officer doesn't break Max's gaze as he makes the call.
"Captain? Yes, this is Lieutenant Recker. I've noticed something suspicious along the perimeter of the wall. Requesting two watcher spirits be dispatched to investigate at coordinates 18 by 16. Affirmative. Thank you, Sir."
He drops his arm from the earpiece.
"Those coordinates are on the opposite side of the gate. Take your men and go. Last I heard, the Prince was trapped in the Le Fleur hotel. I can't open the gate without raising suspicion, you're on your own. This never happened."
The young officer doesn't break Max's gaze as he makes the call.
"Captain? Yes, this is Lieutenant Recker. I've noticed something suspicious along the perimeter of the wall. Requesting two watcher spirits be dispatched to investigate at coordinates 18 by 16. Affirmative. Thank you, Sir."
He drops his arm from the earpiece.
"Those coordinates are on the opposite side of the gate. Take your men and go. Last I heard, the Prince was trapped in the Le Fleur hotel. I can't open the gate without raising suspicion, you're on your own. This never happened."
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[ Alpha Team ]
The color returns to Max's face as he processes the ol' switcheroo just played by the guardsman. Smiling incredulously, Max shakes his head slightly, gives the man a companionable pat on the shoulder, and says, "Buy you a beer someday if the opportunity arises." Looking back over his shoulder, Max motions for Val to hurry through the gate with him. Once inside, Max surveys his surroundings.
The color returns to Max's face as he processes the ol' switcheroo just played by the guardsman. Smiling incredulously, Max shakes his head slightly, gives the man a companionable pat on the shoulder, and says, "Buy you a beer someday if the opportunity arises." Looking back over his shoulder, Max motions for Val to hurry through the gate with him. Once inside, Max surveys his surroundings.
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((Nick, in situations like that where there is a bunch of back and forth and rolling and whatnot over a couple rounds, can you please pause long enough for other characters to get a word/spell in edgewise. Tyros would have easily been able to control thoughts/alter memory to help get by the guard.))
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(( Hey all...forgot to mention that I was going to NYC for the weekend..I apologize for the absence. Good posts, this run is exciting!! Nick, would caving the armor into the sewers be enough to "destroy" or make them useless? Or do we have to spike their cannons, so to speak. Also, can my demolitions dice pool be combined with Doc's to maximize our ability to lay the explosives properly? Im not super clear on how assisting in rolls works.))
Sinjin stares intently back at Doc as they await a response from Haywire. A quick nod confirms his willingness to acquiesce to whichever tactical decision the military duo think most effective. His eyes turn to the ceiling, trailing back along the roof line and down the walls of the dank and humid corridor. The ribbed patchwork of mortar and masonry from a century earlier still functions to hold the outside world at bay, but telltale cracks sprout lichen and meandering trails of rust deposits, like earthly bloodstains, betray the age and inevitable decay born of time and feuding elements. Sinjin's visor fogs again in silent protest of the toxic environment. The Adept chews his lip as the rumbling of Legion's tanks draws ever nearer, for all the world like the final sighing pinch of sand resigned to flush down the belly of an hourglass.
Sinjin stares intently back at Doc as they await a response from Haywire. A quick nod confirms his willingness to acquiesce to whichever tactical decision the military duo think most effective. His eyes turn to the ceiling, trailing back along the roof line and down the walls of the dank and humid corridor. The ribbed patchwork of mortar and masonry from a century earlier still functions to hold the outside world at bay, but telltale cracks sprout lichen and meandering trails of rust deposits, like earthly bloodstains, betray the age and inevitable decay born of time and feuding elements. Sinjin's visor fogs again in silent protest of the toxic environment. The Adept chews his lip as the rumbling of Legion's tanks draws ever nearer, for all the world like the final sighing pinch of sand resigned to flush down the belly of an hourglass.
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(( If you can roll the requisite threshold for destroying the street, any vehicles underneath would be effectively disabled. Note that it's unlikely if not impossible for you to get all the tanks in one fell swoop. Regarding collaborating, you can add your dice pool to Doc's for a group test. ))
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[ Bravo Team ]
Haywire pads noiselessly to the edge of the roof and vaults forward, limbs pedaling through the air as she conquers the great divide between buildings. The combat mage lands easily and tucks into a roll. A small cloud of gravel dust accentuates the end of her momentum. Her head snaps up, cerulean eyes glittering in the moonlight. The Navy-elite battle armor seems to soak up light and wring it out, wicking away any trace of the owner. Tabi foot pads easily find purchase in unyielding terrain. Haywire turns up her heel and slides to a stop a few centimeters from the abyssal drop-off above a large avenue.
< Hold on to your cortex, Doc. This is gonna feel pretty fraggin' weird. >
In the dank confines of the sewer tunnel Doc feels a wave of vertigo and staggers into Sinjin, grappling at him for support. He's suddenly on the roof top with Haywire, staring down at a fleet of indigo running lights on the street below. His fingers tighten, seeking the edge of the roof but finding only the coarse fabrics of his comrade's Phalanx armor. The acrid smell of rot and excrement still burns his nostrils, and he's faintly aware of his own boots squelching in the mire.
< Take it easy. Try to separate our minds, like two distinct thoughts. >
Haywire pads noiselessly to the edge of the roof and vaults forward, limbs pedaling through the air as she conquers the great divide between buildings. The combat mage lands easily and tucks into a roll. A small cloud of gravel dust accentuates the end of her momentum. Her head snaps up, cerulean eyes glittering in the moonlight. The Navy-elite battle armor seems to soak up light and wring it out, wicking away any trace of the owner. Tabi foot pads easily find purchase in unyielding terrain. Haywire turns up her heel and slides to a stop a few centimeters from the abyssal drop-off above a large avenue.
< Hold on to your cortex, Doc. This is gonna feel pretty fraggin' weird. >
Mindlink (3) (Haywire)
< Take it easy. Try to separate our minds, like two distinct thoughts. >
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[ Alpha Team ]
Max edges along the wall, his lanky form melting in and out of shadow as he draws closer to the gate. Despite the voluntary subterfuge from the young Tir guardsmen, Max's adrenaline still courses through neural and arterial pathways. His hands drag along the slippery-smooth surface of the sector wall even as they yearn for the comfort of Marlowe MkII's pistol-grip. The elf sends an agitated glance over his shoulder at the prone silhouette near the alley from which they emerged. He wills the decker to complete his task so that they might proceed.
Max edges along the wall, his lanky form melting in and out of shadow as he draws closer to the gate. Despite the voluntary subterfuge from the young Tir guardsmen, Max's adrenaline still courses through neural and arterial pathways. His hands drag along the slippery-smooth surface of the sector wall even as they yearn for the comfort of Marlowe MkII's pistol-grip. The elf sends an agitated glance over his shoulder at the prone silhouette near the alley from which they emerged. He wills the decker to complete his task so that they might proceed.
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[ Alpha Team ]
The dim, mundane world comes rushing back as Val's interface mode flicks back to AR. He gets out of the car and walks calmly toward the gate. He witnesses Max's shoulder-pat of the guard and surmises that everything will be alright (namely, that this particular guard won't have to die tonight). A small smirk flits across Val's face as he thinks, Well, if they're just going to let us on through, I guess they won't mind if I do this...
Bursts of vapor jettison from pneumatic bleed valves as air lines fill with pressure, the gate beginning to open. Val can't help but sneak a glance at the faces of the remaining guards, snickering to himself quietly. On his way past the guard, Val addresses him casually, if somewhat kindly.
"Your vehicle is fine. Should've parked itself about 9 blocks that-a-way. Nothing personal. Just doing my job."
The dim, mundane world comes rushing back as Val's interface mode flicks back to AR. He gets out of the car and walks calmly toward the gate. He witnesses Max's shoulder-pat of the guard and surmises that everything will be alright (namely, that this particular guard won't have to die tonight). A small smirk flits across Val's face as he thinks, Well, if they're just going to let us on through, I guess they won't mind if I do this...
Bursts of vapor jettison from pneumatic bleed valves as air lines fill with pressure, the gate beginning to open. Val can't help but sneak a glance at the faces of the remaining guards, snickering to himself quietly. On his way past the guard, Val addresses him casually, if somewhat kindly.
"Your vehicle is fine. Should've parked itself about 9 blocks that-a-way. Nothing personal. Just doing my job."
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[ Bravo Team ]
Adams' brain threatens to short circuit with the sudden doubling of sensory input.
< Frag me! Well, you did warn me. > He comms, before realizing it's unnecessary with the shared link.
Okay, treat it like another AR window. You've felt this before, in that split second when you jump into a drone and your own senses haven't quite shut off yet.
He dares to open his eyes again, gazing down the sewer tunnel to the junction ahead. Simultaneously, he nudges Haywire to look down at an intersection a few blocks ahead of the advancing armor column. There! He thinks, sending the thought toward Haywire. That intersection. They'll be passing through it north to south. Just a half block to the east is another manhole cover. If Sinjin and I set charges underneath the intersection, we can come up on that side street, detonate the charges, and take care of the survivors on the surface.
Adams' brain threatens to short circuit with the sudden doubling of sensory input.
< Frag me! Well, you did warn me. > He comms, before realizing it's unnecessary with the shared link.
Okay, treat it like another AR window. You've felt this before, in that split second when you jump into a drone and your own senses haven't quite shut off yet.
He dares to open his eyes again, gazing down the sewer tunnel to the junction ahead. Simultaneously, he nudges Haywire to look down at an intersection a few blocks ahead of the advancing armor column. There! He thinks, sending the thought toward Haywire. That intersection. They'll be passing through it north to south. Just a half block to the east is another manhole cover. If Sinjin and I set charges underneath the intersection, we can come up on that side street, detonate the charges, and take care of the survivors on the surface.
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[ Alpha Team ]
Max, Val and Tyros slip through the narrow opening between the horizontal guillotine of the gate doors. The trio are immediately plunged into a bath of crimson light, originating from a row of rotating hazard strobes. Beneath them is a grid of steel plating. The massive corridor stretches 20 meters to another identical portal. A broad, reinforced window is affixed on the wall in the center of the passage, presumably used to monitor traffic to and from the sectors. There are no lights on behind the frosted plexiglass.
Max, Val and Tyros slip through the narrow opening between the horizontal guillotine of the gate doors. The trio are immediately plunged into a bath of crimson light, originating from a row of rotating hazard strobes. Beneath them is a grid of steel plating. The massive corridor stretches 20 meters to another identical portal. A broad, reinforced window is affixed on the wall in the center of the passage, presumably used to monitor traffic to and from the sectors. There are no lights on behind the frosted plexiglass.
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Re: Contract #6: For Whom The Bell Tolls: Part I
[ Bravo Team ]
Adams flashes a mischevious grin at Sinjin, "let's set up the welcome we're going to give our metal friends up there," he says, handing over a brick of plastic explosives and a can of explosive foam.
He points at two spots on the cieling. "The structure of this tunnel should be placing a lot of stress on those two points. If we can remove them from the equation, this whole stretch should collapse in on itself. We'll use the plastique to take those out, and the foam will be used as extra insurance."
He sets to work laying out the charges, and securing them to the tunnel's structure, running the foam in an X between the two packages.
(( I believe this is a group effort roll? ))
Adams flashes a mischevious grin at Sinjin, "let's set up the welcome we're going to give our metal friends up there," he says, handing over a brick of plastic explosives and a can of explosive foam.
He points at two spots on the cieling. "The structure of this tunnel should be placing a lot of stress on those two points. If we can remove them from the equation, this whole stretch should collapse in on itself. We'll use the plastique to take those out, and the foam will be used as extra insurance."
He sets to work laying out the charges, and securing them to the tunnel's structure, running the foam in an X between the two packages.
(( I believe this is a group effort roll? ))
Re: Contract #6: For Whom The Bell Tolls: Part I
[ Alpha Team ]
Max proceeds cautiously down the corridor, but makes every effort to not appear as though he is moving cautiously. Presumably, anybody granted entry to this inner-sanctum would be viewed with less scrutiny than those on the outside-- anybody moving through these halls clearly agitated would therefore arouse greater suspicion. The elf accordingly does his best amble forward, walking casually but with some sense of purpose toward the terminus at the other end. As he moves down the corridor, a steadily growing sense of dread grips him. The red glow burns around him, closing in and filling him drop by drop with a claustrophobic anxiety. The dark window at the the of the corridor glares ominously at the team, but he keeps his outward composure.
The elf's mind and imagination wander. Images come to him, first half-formed and then coalescing into something more concrete. As the scene sets itself in his mind, Max wonders if he isn't seeing a long-forgotten memory instead of a vividly imagined scene. He sees a ticket booth at a run down theater, with retro bare bulbs sticking out of its shabby gold trim. Several of the bulbs are missing, and another series of them no longer illuminate. Through the scratched bullet-proof glass of the booth Max sees into an abysmal depth beyond where the doorway behind the booth opens into pitch blackness. Newspaper leaflets scuttle across the ground outside the booth. One such sheet wraps itself partially around Max's right foot and he feels immediately filthy, as if somehow attacked and infected by the grime of his surroundings. Shaking the sheet free, Max looks back up to the booth to find a man behind the vandalized glass.
For what seems like an eternity, the man stands there without saying a word. A desperate, old cybereye claws out from behind the broken veneer of his face, the blood vessels around it burst and ruddy. His complexion is a gnarl of capillaries, worry-lines, and grayish blotches. He is missing several teeth. As he stands, breathing heavily-- almost hungrily-- from his open mouth, Max approaches the ticketing booth hesitantly. The elf's steps gradually slow as he moves forward. Finally he stops a full two meters from the glass with its honeycomb mesh speaker. The man still does not speak. Max can't bring himself to come any closer to the man, and his voice catches in his throat every time he attempts to state his business-- he is simply too aghast at the sight of the ghoul before him, breathing out of his hungry, open jaws and scanning over him with his anxious, mismatched eyes. A faint fog gathers on the glass in front of the man's mouth, the black maw of the building behind him opening to swallow Max whole. The elf begins to back away, looking around to ensure that no others are closing in on him. Max can hardly contain his anxiety as he shuffles away from the entrance to the theater? museum? club? he no longer recalls which. As he hurries away he realizes that he has completely forgotten why he had come here at all. The man in the booth continues to stare out at him.
The elf's mind snaps back to the present as he shakes away the image. He takes a cursory glance at Val and the empty space where he can hear Tyros's footsteps, and presses forward, stepping up to the darkened window.
Max proceeds cautiously down the corridor, but makes every effort to not appear as though he is moving cautiously. Presumably, anybody granted entry to this inner-sanctum would be viewed with less scrutiny than those on the outside-- anybody moving through these halls clearly agitated would therefore arouse greater suspicion. The elf accordingly does his best amble forward, walking casually but with some sense of purpose toward the terminus at the other end. As he moves down the corridor, a steadily growing sense of dread grips him. The red glow burns around him, closing in and filling him drop by drop with a claustrophobic anxiety. The dark window at the the of the corridor glares ominously at the team, but he keeps his outward composure.
The elf's mind and imagination wander. Images come to him, first half-formed and then coalescing into something more concrete. As the scene sets itself in his mind, Max wonders if he isn't seeing a long-forgotten memory instead of a vividly imagined scene. He sees a ticket booth at a run down theater, with retro bare bulbs sticking out of its shabby gold trim. Several of the bulbs are missing, and another series of them no longer illuminate. Through the scratched bullet-proof glass of the booth Max sees into an abysmal depth beyond where the doorway behind the booth opens into pitch blackness. Newspaper leaflets scuttle across the ground outside the booth. One such sheet wraps itself partially around Max's right foot and he feels immediately filthy, as if somehow attacked and infected by the grime of his surroundings. Shaking the sheet free, Max looks back up to the booth to find a man behind the vandalized glass.
For what seems like an eternity, the man stands there without saying a word. A desperate, old cybereye claws out from behind the broken veneer of his face, the blood vessels around it burst and ruddy. His complexion is a gnarl of capillaries, worry-lines, and grayish blotches. He is missing several teeth. As he stands, breathing heavily-- almost hungrily-- from his open mouth, Max approaches the ticketing booth hesitantly. The elf's steps gradually slow as he moves forward. Finally he stops a full two meters from the glass with its honeycomb mesh speaker. The man still does not speak. Max can't bring himself to come any closer to the man, and his voice catches in his throat every time he attempts to state his business-- he is simply too aghast at the sight of the ghoul before him, breathing out of his hungry, open jaws and scanning over him with his anxious, mismatched eyes. A faint fog gathers on the glass in front of the man's mouth, the black maw of the building behind him opening to swallow Max whole. The elf begins to back away, looking around to ensure that no others are closing in on him. Max can hardly contain his anxiety as he shuffles away from the entrance to the theater? museum? club? he no longer recalls which. As he hurries away he realizes that he has completely forgotten why he had come here at all. The man in the booth continues to stare out at him.
The elf's mind snaps back to the present as he shakes away the image. He takes a cursory glance at Val and the empty space where he can hear Tyros's footsteps, and presses forward, stepping up to the darkened window.
Re: Contract #6: For Whom The Bell Tolls: Part I
[ Bravo Team ]
Doc gingerly inserts radio detonators into the bricks of plastic explosive. He wipes a layer of grime from his visor and looks at at Sinjin, who flashes a thumbs up to signal that he's done rigging his side of the tunnel. The arrangement of demolitions is spread across the ceiling, looking very much like a shaving foam cross.
Confident in his skill-soft boosted ability, Doc stands back to admire his handiwork. Simultaneously, he watches a trio of tanks through Haywire's vision as they close on the intersection underneath which he and Sinjin have laid their trap.
Doc gingerly inserts radio detonators into the bricks of plastic explosive. He wipes a layer of grime from his visor and looks at at Sinjin, who flashes a thumbs up to signal that he's done rigging his side of the tunnel. The arrangement of demolitions is spread across the ceiling, looking very much like a shaving foam cross.
Demolitions Group (5) Test (Doc/Sinjin)