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GM: Posh
Players: Posh, Muse, Miyo
Synopsis: Trevor Chang has a problem. That problem is that two of his deckers have just died from a recently claimed datastore claimed from the Black Chrysanthemums. Concerned about a trap, he hires Posh to arrange a decker’s approach. Top end. Posh consults Muse, who dives in against a set of very dangerous IC and lives to tell the tale – creating a significant bit of value for Trevor, although not succeeding in the original objective. But it is at a terrible toll – Muse nearly dies, and loses the use of her left leg entirely. It will need to be fully replaced to repair the burnt out neural connections.
Date: 12/11/2075
«Muse. I've run into some trouble. I think I need your help here.» Posh bites her thumb a bit - the call she'd just got from Trevor Chang is very…distressing, and she doesn't know the first bit of how to handle it. «I'll be picking you and Miyo up…I just got a tough situation,» she says. «I'll help square things with Trevor, but…it looks like there's a problem with a data store that I stole a number of weeks ago. It seems that two Triad deckers have been killed since there was a corruption incident - a secret booby trap one could say, from what he told me, approximately two point four hours ago»
She considers a bit. «I can be by to deliver you to a rented office where Trevor will be waiting with the datastore.»
It takes maybe five minutes for Muse to respond, but she does. «Yeah. Just swing by my place. I'm eating right now but I'll be ready by the time you're here. Easy job.»
When Posh goes to pick Miyo up, she is completely passed out, drooling on a pillow, surrounded by spilled animal crackers. Itd not take much to wake her up and get her going, though.
Posh drags Miyo on out of the room, grinning a bit as she does so. "Miyo!" she says. "Please do try to answer your texts. And wipe that drool off your face. We're going to be meeting with some very important fellows," she says. "So best professional demeanor," she says, wagging a finger. She then gives a bit of a smile.
"Very well, then," she says, bringing Miyo over to the van, where they head to a soycafe near the Towers, updating Muse on their location so that she can come join.
"All right," she says. "It'll be quick when we get there. Let me do the talking," she says, with a quick smile.
Pulling up to the nondescript rented office on Golden Monkey Street a number of minutes later, Posh brings up and presents a small token to the Shining Mountain security officer outside, and speaks in soft Cantonese for a moment. She dips her head, politely, apparently being very respectful, and then she turns back and smiles, sharing a quick smile with the guard on the way in, and then heading down to the fourth door on the right.
Inside there is a nervous looking young Chinese-American man, clearly having the musculature that suggests lots of lacrosse and beer pong was in his past. "Ahh…Thanks for coming by, Posh," he says, apparently aware of her shadow handle. An innocuous looking but rather large data store next to an interface terminal and the connecting ports for what’s likely a nearby Host, sits on the table. "This is the thing you stole a few weeks ago…lots of dirty finance information on it," he says, with a grin, patting the store.
Posh nods. "I remember. Though I'm not sure how much use I'd be here," she says. "I have acquired a deck but I've little experience. However, I did bring my associates here for you, and…" She grins. "We'll figure something out. You mentioned that there's a particularly useful bit of information here?" she asks.
Trevor grins. "Indeed," he says, handing over a blank credstick. "There appears to have been a trap located in a ID datafile on there. It included a number of fake identifications that we'd been hoping to reassign onto new credsticks. Datasets that the Black Chrysanthemums were holding in reserve, to assign to new ops. Completely secure…and we'll be making use of one of those. But I was thinking that if you were to solve our problem for us, well, you might be able to make do with one of those identities, set up," he says. "I believe they are a cut above the quality needed to regularly survive checks for apartment rentals, and so on," he says.
Posh smiles at her friend and rolls her eyes. "Well, it's a little below market for us," she says, with a grin. "But you know that I'm happy to do favors for you, Trevor," she says, with a wink. "In any case," she says. "Muse. Consider me your backup. If you're close to finishing, but you're just not quite there…well…send me on in. To spell you, or something, perhaps." She smiles at Trevor, and then back to Muse. "How long do you think you'll need to crack this thing?" she asks.
Apparently…indeed, it's quite a unit. A Yamaha XG-48 data storage terminal. Heavy duty IC. Really, a portable host…and there's no way to know what's in there from the outside - just that whatever's in there, there's up to '25000 MP!' of it.
Miyo scrambles about when Posh starts dragging her around. "W-wait… let me get pants first…" She then pauses. "I already have pants." She lets out a big yawn, but thankfully, by the time they arrive she has woken up fully and looks perfectly professional.
Muse grumbles when she has to change locations! She finishes up her meal rather abruptly and runs out the door to catch the bus. She even has to chase after it, her timing being /that/ impeccable. If it were her, the bus wouldn't have stopped, but she's known that driver for years. Shows how much she really relies on public transportation. It hasn't failed her yet.
She's a little late as a result when she finally makes it to the meeting point, still wearing the dress from earlier and deck slung over her shoulder. When introduced to the guard, she makes a smile inconspicuous smile, not quite knowing the language but picking up on a few words by the combination of body language. Her Mnemonic Enhancer helps with that.
Then she's down with the Chinese-American. Things move quickly, and she lays down her bag near the server. "Great. What kind of security? Why did you need to bring in an external decker? This looks easy."
She's pressing a little. This does seem a little odd, and this room is oddly empty to just have a server sitting on a table. A cable is removed from her bag and she adjusts the endcap before plugging it into her neck. The deck is broke out, and her cable is plugged in with yet another cable that's spiralled up its length. She holds the cord, waiting for some kind of answer.
"I'll take eight or so sins of a quality I desire. Good enough for apartment checks." She clears her throat.
"It was easy at first," he says. "But this thing has killed two of my best guys, see?" he says. "I mean, they just said, come back in half an hour. Seems like they were too dumb to call for help," he says, shaking his head. "But you know it's like that with a lot of guys sometimes, they just have to get revenge," he says. "I can't really give you details of when or where. But I can tell you this thing's killed two of my pros. That's when I called up Posh," Trevor replies.
"Well, we really care about the Black Chrysanthemum operational data on there. The extra SIN info can be copied to more sticks, sure, that's no problem if you just want the jetsam," the man says with a shrug.
"Well, drek." Muse looks at Posh, she raises an eyebrow. She doesn't usually say that for a job. Usually she's charismatically overconfident. It's well deserved, at the very least. She has a history of being able to /actually/ complete her jobs. "It pays to cautious. If I start bleeding, please either pull the cord or heal me. Preferably heal me. I don't want to deal with dumpshock."
She hisses in a nervous breath, and empties a side pocket of her bag to show about eight deactivated credsticks. "I'll get to work. Don't worry," She flashes the guy a false smile. She's good at that. "You're right to place your trust in me." Professional. Nova hot.
The credsticks get slotted into all the free ports on her cyberdeck and she plugs her deck into the server. Leaning down, she takes a seat on the carpet and leans against the table to get comfy. She looks up to Miko, "I'm trusting you a lot, foxy-lady. Don't let me down." Then she smiles at Posh. I'll see you soon.
«Plot» Muse says, "Logon to host operation."
«Plot» Muse says, "Ready?"
«Plot» Posh says, "Ready."
"That's why I brought Miyo, and myself," Posh explains, pulling a Savior medkit out. "We're you're high end medical support. I've got trauma equipment too," she explains. "You might come out of this one drooling a bit, and in need of physical therapy, but we're going to do all we can to ensure that you're not dead," she says, with a smile to Trevor. "And that's the bonus that you're getting, Trevor. A guarantee that you're going to get an answer of exactly what happened to your men, too."
«Plot» Muse says, "I'm running Masking Mode. MPCP 9, Body 2.5, Masking 13.5. Masking + Sleaze = 13.5 + 6 / 2 (Rounded up) (19.5/2 9.25) = 10 + 3 DF from HP Exchange = 13 DF"
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Computers (Decking) + Hacking Pool: 8 + 2 for "Logon to Host (Deception R8), Matrix Background +2 Sympathy":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 8 10 11 13
+matrix/AVERAGE Red-9
Red-9/14/13/12/12/13
4 - Scout-8 with Killer-8
6 - Killer-8 Expert Offense
9 - Masking Crippler-8 Armor
11 - Probe-6 with Blaster-6 Shield
15 - Scout-12 with Killer-8
17 - Tar Pit-8
21 - Passive Alert
23 - Killer-8 Shielding
26 - Construct Shift
29 - Construct Shift
33 - Sparky-6 Shielding
NOTE: Using Custom IC at EVERY TALLY.
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Computers (Decking) + Hacking Pool: 8 + 2 for "Logon to Host (Deception R8), Matrix Background +2 Sympathy":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 8 10 11 13
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 9 vs TN 13 for "Vs DF":
1 2 2 4 4 5 5 7 14 = 1 Success
The host environment that opens up is that of a steamy set of bathing pools - a lovely bath house, in the western mountains of China, apparently. However, there is something wrong here. A foreboding sense of wrongness. As your persona enters directly into the host environment, you can see the data, filling the pools around you…clearly slipped into them.
And then it appears, immediately, a lovely face surrounded by a writing series of snake heads, a hanfu-clad woman suddenly presenting itself, as black tar swirls from the mouths of the snakes surrounding her head!
«Plot» Muse says, "Alright. Tarbabies are bad. Four of them covers are utilities. I'm not going to take a chance, I'll evade."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 1 for "+12 Medusa IC":
1
«Plot» Muse says, "Init for me is +12 (12 Int, DNI), +1d6 (Hot), +2 (Hot), and +2d6 (Response Increase 2), on 3d6 Init base"
«Plot» Muse says, "So that's.. 6d6+14 for me."
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls 6:
3 4 5 8 10 10
«Plot» Muse says, "44."
You are able to quickly dive into one of the pools, or really take any move, as the medusa simply stands there, floating to and fro in its hanfu, the tar flowing back into the mouths of the snakes. But there's just so much data here, so much, it seems! It would take a rather long time to…breathe in all the steam, the same way other data utility programs are, relaxing in their own hot baths.
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Computers (Decking) + Hacking Pool: 8 + 2 for "Graceful logoff. Deception R8. Matrix BG +2":
1 1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 5
«Plot» Posh says, "Fails."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 8 for "Tar Pit Crash Test":
1 2 5 5 8 10 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 9 vs TN 13 for "Vs Muse":
1 2 3 4 5 5 9 9 10 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls 8 vs TN 6 for "Tar Pit Crash Test":
1 3 3 3 3 4 4 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls 8 - 1 vs TN 6 for "Tar Pit Crash Test KP 1/5":
2 2 2 4 5 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls 8 - 2 vs TN 6 for "Tar Pit Crash Test KP 3/5":
1 1 2 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Deception utility crashes. Viral roll."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 18 for "Viral Roll":
1 1 1 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Muse says, "Logoff again. This time without deception."
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Computers (Decking) + Hacking Pool: 8 + 2 for "No programs loaded to help with this. Full TN.":
1 2 2 2 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 5 5 7 7 7 8
«Plot» Posh says, "Fails."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 9 vs TN 13 for "Vs Muse Masking":
1 1 2 3 3 3 5 5 14 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 1 for "New IC spawn":
4
A second medusa seems to rise from another one of the pools, joining the first side by side in their rather rapt attention on you, streams of tarry liquid undulating from the mouths of all those snakes.
«Plot» Muse says, "I unplug myself."
«Plot» Muse says, "Dumpshock. eadly."
«Plot» Posh says, "9"
«Plot» Posh says, "Tally 2."
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Willpower vs TN 9 for "Dumpshock (Deadly)":
2 2 3 5 7 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Willpower - 1 vs TN 9 for "Dumpshock (Deadly) KP4/5":
2 3 3 5 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls 1 vs TN 9:
1 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls 1 vs TN 9 for "the KP roll":
3 = 0 Successes
Muse tries to evade the medusa, flowing into mist with data in an attempt to deceive it. But she fails, a mistake on her part. As soon as she thinks she's safe, she's stuck in the tar, re-rezzed in her old icon. She curses. A lot. "FUCK FUCK FUCK." As her defense programs boot up. One by one that cascade red as her program crashes with a viral warning. Defeated. For now. She tries to log out again, only to be pulled back into the host. Panicking there's a moment that she gasps in real life, her chest swelling with air as she grabs the back of her neck. Her eyes go wide and she pulls the plug with a sickening spark.
She freezes for a moment, and then collapses sideways, plug still in hand.
Posh rushes up, face filled with concern, and jabs an injector into the side of Muse's neck. That's the stimpatch. "What? What did you see in there?" she asks. No doubt, as the chemicals cover up the pain signals and the shock effects, Muse is going to feel a little hazy. Maybe more than a little. But not incapacitaed.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 3:
4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) uses 1 of item 2: Stimulant R8 (Injected) from Healthy Drugs (#10998).
«OOC» Posh says, "You are at 2 boxes stun, temporarily."
«OOC» Muse says, "How temporarily?"
«OOC» Muse says, "How fast does stun dissipate."
«OOC» Posh says, "Overnight."
«OOC» Posh says, "The stim patch lasts just minutes."
Muse heaves in a heavy breath when the drugs reach her heart. Immediately's she sitting up, pulling the injector off her neck if it isn't already gone. Her eyes are wide and looking left and right quickly as she hyperventilates. "Oh! Oh fuck!"
Posh looks directly at Muse. "Shhh…shh…it's all right. I'm here," she says, getting her pocsec and getting ready to take notes. "Remember. You just survived something that killed two pros already," she says. "Tell me everything you saw," she says. "WE might to think longer term about this one, Trevor," she says. "But this kinda info's going to help you work around what you're dealing with," she says. "However, that could be a clever trap. Something that convinces you to keep spending resources on it," she says.
Muse pants, putting a hand on her chest. She looks at Posh, still breathing heavily. "I.. I-I.. Tar babies? It .. w-was like.." She swallows heavily, having a little trouble focusing. Her heart is beating rapidly under the stimulant effects of the stimpack. "Medusa heads? They crashed my logout program." She looks at Trevor, swallowing again, "I almost didn't.. Make it out."
Muse is shaking now, like a leaf. "U-uh.. It was.. hotsprings? Iconography. A-alot of data." Her eyes widen a little bit, as she starts digging through her bag. "I-i'll just take some nitro.. Or bliss.. It'll b-be okay.." She doesn't seem to realize the drug crash will probably kill her. "They w-were definitely tar pits.. Viral code. I.. I think I t-triggered them."
Posh shakes her head. "No," she says. "You're sleeping this one off, you're thinking of a new game plan, and you're coming back in the morning."
"Trevor nods. "All right. Bring your people back then," he says, with a frown. "We'll see what we can do with this information on our side. From what you're saying, it sounds like there's something razor edge on there," he says.
Muse pulls out an inhaler, holding it shakily in her hand. "N-no, it's okay. I'll just take this and go back in." She smiles, "There's only two of them.. J-just need to reload programs. I've g-got this."
Posh looks back at Muse directly. "I wont stop you, but only one more time, all right?" she says, deadly serious. "I've got you if you suffer wounds," she says, firmly. "But if I see a drop of blood, you're done."
«OOC» Posh says, "Nope."
«OOC» Posh says, "It'll put you in dying."
«OOC» Posh says, "It can't overdam you."
«OOC» Muse says, "No but dumpshock will D Stun to Deadly phys"
«OOC» Muse says, "And IC can overdamn me"
«OOC» Posh says, "Theoretically."
«OOC» Posh says, "Any physical wounds Posh can heal with first aid though."
«OOC» Posh says, "And then Miyo's backup on magic healing."
«OOC» Posh says, "Nope, Posh is hardcore, and thinks you are too."
«OOC» Muse says, "As a player, this is stupid."
«OOC» Muse says, "Muse is down for it."
«OOC» Posh says, "To her, this is like charging a guy with a gun."
«Plot» Posh says, "Miyo is already AFK, but has already posed being here for the purposes of magical healing."
For a moment, Muse thinks about it. The cord goes back into her head as she clearly sets the inhaler back down with the N on it. Her program set is reloaded and she sets up with masking mode. She glances back at Posh. Then even loads up her agent. Reaching into her backpack, she pulls out a chip and inserts it into her deck to copy over the data for the agent. There's a few seconds where she's waiting for that to complete. She's oddly silent, if not a little jittery.
«Plot» Posh says, "How long since you hopped out?"
«Plot» Muse says, "It's probably been a minute or two."
Posh nods solemnly, plugging her own datacable into a hitcher jack, if she can find one. "Do you want me in on this one?" she asks, before you dive in. "You don't have to go in alone, if you're going in hot."
«Plot» Posh says, "Matrix3, page 90, btw, for running a frame or agent."
Muse shakes her head, "No, stay here and watch me. If you get trapped in there, we're fucked." She doesn't mention that she's actually bloody scared, and also excited. Some of it is endorphines, some of it adrenaline from the stimpack. Being scared for Posh doesn't need to be on her mind. Once the copy for the backup agent is done, she pulls off the chip and puts it into her backpack. The agent is gonna get fucked. But it has a simple command. Start the download for the mission data. Big file. It knows what she knows. It also doesn't have a security tally. Maybe it will go unnoticed. It's really her only shot at this point. Getting comfy, she leans back up against the table leg. "Hi-ho. Here we go." She smiles, then logs in.
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Computers (Decking) + Hacking Pool: 8 + 2 - 2 for "Logon to Host, DF 13, Deception RTG8, -2 Stun":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 9 10 11 17
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 9 vs TN 13 (to no one):
1 2 2 3 3 4 8 9 11 = 0 Successes
Red-9/14/13/12/12/13
«Plot» Posh says, "Successful Logon to Host."
«Plot» Muse says, "I think that denotes a security test."
You logon successfully to the host, the sight of your persona immediately drawing the attention of the two medusas, who smile at you surrounded in the mists of the mountain baths, their attention rapt and beautiful you on, a contract to the wicked tar that emerges from the mouths of the snakes that wreathe their heads.
«Plot» Muse says, "I'm going to upload my agent now. Without using the utility."
«Plot» Posh says, "Roger dodger. Roll it. Same DF?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Computers (Decking) + Hacking Pool: 8 + 2 - 2 for "Upload Agent, 1 round for IO speed, DF 13, -2 Stun +2 Matrix BG":
1 1 2 2 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 8 10 17
«Plot» Posh says, "BTW: Addiction test: Willpower TN 5 and Body TN 5."
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Willpower vs TN 5:
3 4 4 4 5 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Body vs TN 5:
2 3 4 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Muse is ADDICTED to Bliss."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 9 vs TN 13 (to Mirage):
2 2 3 4 5 7 9 10 11 = 0 Successes
Since there is no utility in question, you are able to begin to weave the form of your agent program, as the medusas look on in slightly curious interest, rapt, as if they are awaiting something new to happen.
Muse's icon waves her hands in her green and black circuit-patterned glory. The upload completes in just a second or two as the happy puppydog agent runs in front of her. It barks a couple times in excitement, but she waits a moment, looking up. Press her luck?
«Plot» Muse says, "I'm going to attempt a browse action, without the utility."
«Plot» Muse says, "Let's find this file."
«Plot» Muse says, "Worst case, I can give the agent an order and flee."
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Computers (Decking) + Hacking Pool: 8 for "Browse! Not using the utility.":
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 8 10 11 13
«Plot» Muse says, "Worst case, I can give the agent an order and flee."
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Computers (Decking) + Hacking Pool: 8 for "Browse! Not using the utility.":
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 8 10 11 13
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 9 vs TN 13 (to Mirage):
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
It seems, however, that things are going rather well. Everything seems to proceed apace, as you can find the location of the file…or files. Rather, it is the data, the enormous amount of data, in all of the pools, filling up all the wells. That's a lot for you to slurp or your agent to lap up.
«Plot» Posh says, "DF of Agent?"
«Plot» Muse says, "Agent hasn't done anything yet."
«Plot» Muse says, "But it's going to act now."
«Plot» Muse says, "It's going to start downloading all of that data."
«Plot» Posh says, "It's not quite clear yet what the limits of the data chunk that you can get are. You'd have to spend more time interrogating the host to get a full picture of which pools you need to choose."
«Plot» Muse says, "It's just gonna go for it and start downloading whatever it can find that either contains 'Sin' or looks like a sin. Or in this case.. tastes like a sin."
«Plot» Muse says, "I'm looking for DF calc, but I assume it's just Masking + Sleaze / 2"
«Plot» Muse says, "Which in this case is 5. DF of 5."
«Plot» Muse says, "It has its own security tally."
«Plot» Muse says, "Which is 0 at the moment, I think."
«Plot» Posh says, "I don't believe you have commanded it to do anything that might occasion a change in that."
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls 4 + Hacking Pool: 4 for "Read/Write R6, let's download some data. Pilot4, DF5":
1 2 2 3 3 3 5 7
After identifying some target data, Muse throws her agent a bone. "Go on boy. Find the data. Download it to my deck. Good boy!" Come on, no ICs. You got this agent. You stupid dumb piece of shit.
But the water in the pools seems to low for the little agent, who whines as he dips his head down, trying to slurp at the data, but unable to reach.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 9 vs TN 5 (to Mirage) for "Vs Agent DF":
1 1 2 2 4 4 4 5 17 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 1 (to Mirage) for "Which IC?":
3
Suddenly, as the dog valiantly charges forth, there's a trio of Chinese demon masks, formed out of wobbling jelly, that seem to cascade around the poor little guy. But that trio is tightly packed together - it is clear that this is a single countermeasure that was triggered and which focuses with malevolent rage to flay the fur of the dog - not damaging, but trying to tear rents, exposing it to the sight of others.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 13 vs TN 5 for "Attacking!":
1 2 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 8 10 = 6 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Agent loses its masking."
The dog skitters and whines as it approaches the nearest pool, completely exposed to any IC now and really about as subtle as a bull stampeding through the proverbial china shop. It's almost certain that more IC will be on the way, and soon.
«Plot» Muse says, "Graceful logoff, with Deception8, and if that fails, I'm pulling my plug."
«Plot» Muse says, "Sound good?"
«Plot» Posh says, "You've got it."
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Computers (Decking) + Hacking Pool: 8 for "Graceful Logoff, Deception Rating 8":
1 2 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Matrix Background for "Comp":
1 1 2 3 9
«Plot» Posh says, "It fails. c.c"
«Plot» Muse says, "Pulling the plug"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 8 for "Keerash!":
1 3 4 4 5 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls 8 vs TN 6 for "Resist Crash":
1 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Muse says, "It's crashed. It cannot be. Roll vs TN18 to infect"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 15 vs TN 18 for "Infect ya deck!":
2 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 8 8 11 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 15 vs TN 18 for "Infect ya deck! Medusa2":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 8 10 10 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Muse says, "NOPE"
«Plot» Muse says, "Okay I'm unplugging. RESIST"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 9 vs TN 13 (to Mirage) for "Security Tally vs Graceful Logoff":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 4 11 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Willpower + 1 for "Damage resist DPhys":
1 3 4 4 4 7 10
«Plot» Muse says, "TN 9 right?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Willpower + 1 for "Damage resist DPhys":
1 3 4 4 4 7 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Willpower + 1 - 1 for "KP 5/5":
2 2 4 4 5 8
«Plot» Muse says, "I take Dphys"
It's not 10 seconds later that Muse suddenly wakes up, her eyes totally unfocused as she seems to be suffering from the duality of existing in two places at once. Her simsense override fighting for control over her body, but she wills enough to hiss in a breath as she grabs her neck cord, then rips it out. This time the electrical pop is loud and leaves scorch marks on her neck around her jack. She gasps and makes a short shout as she falls over and convulses, blood running down her nose.
«Plot» Muse says, "Meanwhile, the dog does things! It's still connected to my deck."
Posh's attention is not what is happening. "Fuck," she says. "Well, I've certainly eaten it a time or two, considering of the times that she lost her arms - two separate occasions. Out comes the savior medkit, nanites injected right at that place that connected at Muse's neck. Perhaps Posh understood, deeply, the need to dash oneself against the forlorn hope - it is a French and British courage that built great empires in the days of powder on wigs and in guns. And so there is nothing but that proper stiff upper lip as she works tirelessly to try to minimize the damage on her friend.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Biotech + 1 vs TN 10 for "First Aid vs Deadly Wound":
1 2 3 4 5 5 40 = 1 Success
«Plot» Posh says, "Deadly is just stabilized or not. Roll Body vs TN 3 for attribute loss."
«Auto-Judge[]» Muse (#1921) rolls Body vs TN 3 for "Soooooak":
2 3 11 = 2 Successes
Muse's life is saved, stabilized by Posh's efforts with nanite and upload, and indeed, the addition of trauma chemicals are not required. Still, Posh seems utterly concerned as she shrugs.
After all, there at least had been a feed of what had been happening, which she offers to Trevor with a wan smile. "Well," she says. "We had no idea we'd been dealing with this. I think this is the start of something more serious. But realize, that was one of the finest in Denver whose brain was nearly fried," she says, with a firm nod.
"Was there anything in the information from inside the host that could give you a clue to unlocking any of the identity data?" she asks.
"No," says Trevor. "But you were able to give us a few hints on host design that smoothed the path for a few of our other deckers, who had been at work on similar tasks. It seems like there are bum versions of these that might be guarding less important nodes," he says. "Based on the intel of the defenses you got us, we were able to gain access to additional data, so we can provide you with some of that. Presumably it is an I that you would…appreciate doing business with us on," he says, with a chuckle - it's clear that the Triads are going to keep tabs on those, to whatever extent it's worth. But then again, they probably can get a little dirt on nearly any CAS Sin in the area anyway.
Posh nods to Miyo. "This is bad. Bring the van around - we'll get Scurry on the job, back at the shop," she says, with a smile. "I think I'll be gathering more resources and taking another crack at this." She dips her head, politely to Trevor. "And do consider that as…well, let's say things have got a little personal."
«Plot» Posh says, "Sorry. It was TN 4. c.c Typo. Umm, roll 1d6 for limb loss. No attribute loss."
«Plot» Posh says, "Loss of Leg, if we're going by the rules. ;)"
Even stabilised, it's been a bit too long. The stimpack has worn off and whatever pain resitance the drugs gave her is also worn off. Even if the drugs are still in her system. She bleeds a bit on the carpet as the nanites work to repair as much of the internal bleeding in her brain that they can. A little bit of blood is even leaking from her tearducts. Brain damage is gross. And now it's on the carpet.
Determined to get Muse out of the carpet, Posh dips her head again at Trevor. "That's a gal who you want to know, bruv," she says to him, trying to hit the cool girl note. "She's top shelf."
«Plot» Posh says, "At this point, Posh has access to a number of magical healers, her own clinic, and such. We can go through the healing time, but with Scurry able to heal 6 boxes and a regular assistant at her clinic, we can sort of proceed comparatively."
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