GM: Vulcan
Players: Jag
Synopsis: 'Jag' sticks around after the protest, to gather some additional Intel.
Date: 12 MAR 2070
((Scene opens immediately after the Protest ends. Jag has just offered to help Darius get off site unseen, but Darius opted to handle it himself.))
Jag shrugged as the suited man shook his head and walked away. Keeping his head low, the young ork back-crawled below the ridge-line and gathered his gear. Picking up the Offroader, he quick-walked it back down the hidden mule-trail until he was well out of earshot, kick started it, and circled well around the central gathering area where the protest had started. The ork knew this area well - it was pretty much on his direct route between Boulder and his off the grid home town.
Finding a concealed cleft in a crop of rock with a good over view of the site, Jag went to work quickly setting up his scanner, and keeping eyes on the site below him.
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "+roll 6~Scanner"
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls 6 for "Scanner":
1 1 1 2 2 3
«OOC» Jag says, "I'll karma on that."
«OOC» Jag says, "Assuming reroll 6?"
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "You can't actually karma dice that are not your own"
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "You can only karma dice that 'come from you'."
«OOC» Jag says, "Roger :)"
Vulcan says "But you can try -again-."
Vulcan says "You don't break it or anything, you just miss on whatever data passed while you're tuning the damn thing"
«OOC» Jag will do so, and understands :) He also has an Electronics skill. Would that help? (Electronic Warfare?)
Jag grunted as he refined the position of his jury-rigged receiver. He had hoped that the position of this cleft would help with his readings, but maybe he had it set up wrong. That, or something in the area was fritzing his gear. No way. No friggin' way. Jag - for once - had been in the right place at the right time, he _knew_ that there was opportunity to be 'Got' here.
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls 6 for "scanner":
2 3 4 4 5 10
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "But I WILL allow you to roll skill and take 1/2 successes, under the complimentary roll system."
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Electronics for "Complementary":
5 7
Vulcan says "Decrypt three…."
Vulcan hrms.
«Auto-Judge» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 3 for "How long does it take to decrypt?":
4 4 4
«OOC» Jag says, "SR3 p 269 Scanner - Scanner Rtg vs TN(Transmitting Device's rtg +3). Elec Warfare is complementary. Each success locates a Freq that char is searching for. Base time 30 mins. If they are Encrypted, they must be decrypted before being understood. Scanners feature fold out screens to monitor intercepted vid calls."
«OOC» Jag says, "And to intercept a signal on a freq known to me, requires no test. Jag has a bunch of Ute knowledge skills too, jic they may apply later."
The little encryption module blinks three times, indicating it is now operating and working to crack the encryption of the signals it's collecting. At this point, there's no way to determine who's signals they are, where they are coming from or their content. Or really, even, how many distinct signals there -are-.
The Ute ork grinned tuskily as his scanner went to work. While it did 'what it do', Jag counted on his gloved fingers as he looked around his perch and went through a mental checklist. Bike stashed below, concealed in the woods from any air support that may arrive on-scene. Check. His backpack and hunting rifle next to him in the niche he was hiding out in, within arms reach and ready to roll should he get any attention. Check. The trail out of here clear of any activity as far as his 'nocs could see? Check.
If he had to run, he was ready. His bike was fast, made for this terrain, and the quietest of it's type. Sure. If he had to bail, he'd be heading west and out of his way - but a circular route was a small price to pay if he was able to turn up some useful data. Hell, even if he turned up a new MSD or Sand Creek freq to add to his catalog, it'd be all worth it.
Several signals are out there. You isolate 3 different frequencies in use. One is the Sand Creek Security Services. Another is the Ministry of Self Determination. Another is an unknown band.
A faint buzz from the scanner caught Jag's attention as it singled out three frequencies. It was on! And holy shit was the air abuzz. The young ork recognized the sound of Sand Creek and MSD traffic as he quickly keyed from freq to freq, but the third was a mystery. He knew he should go for the sure thing and peek in on some official MSD bulldrek - but he selected the third freq. Was it the shooters? Or some other party? If he wasted even a minute breaking in to some band that was used by hikers, Jag swore he'd fraggin' shoot himself.
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "Gimmie a scanner +1/2 EL check. TN is 8. This could take a little while."
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls 6 for "Scanner Rating":
1 3 4 4 8 11
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Electronics for "Comp Test":
2 5
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "-well now-."
«OOC» Jag jigs.
The encryption processor shows its mathematical progress.
Problem. Once the decryption finishes? It's not in a language you recognize. It's… almost… recognizable. You'd have to record and take to someone who understands the language.
«OOC» Jag says, "If it sounds nearly familiar? Can I try to recognize what it may be? Language Family? An Amerind lang? Plains, Southwestern?"
«ADMIN» Vulcan imagines, for the sake of argument that you have been recording the signals so you can decrypt them later, as well.
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "Int check, TN is… 6"
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "Was 10, but you have 4 in a related language."
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Intelligence for "Which of a 100 related langs could it be?":
1 2 5 7 10
With a crack of his knuckles, Jag keyed the scanner to record the transmission on this band. Though he was tempted to simply let it record this transmission in the background while he checked on the others, the language used in it is juuust close enough to familiar that it dug at his senses. Cocking his head, he listened 'closer' - trying to pick up a familiar lingo, vibe, rhythm, or a word or two.
… Damn. You've heard this spoken before. It's Comanche.
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "Also: The name "Comanche" comes from the Ute word k'mmantsi meaning "enemy, stranger"
«OOC» Jag says, "Tribal Politics / Eti(Tribal) to think up some background on Comanche usage vs. possible MSD involvement? I know there are some ties, especially lately with the Comanche Tribe/MSD/Sand Creek expulsion or something - but not sure how much Jag knows"
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "Go ahead and roll it."
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Tribal Politics:
1 1 3
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Etiquette (Tribal):
1 2 4 5 8
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Government Rumors:
5 5 5
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Ute Sector Happenings:
2
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "http://denver.wikidot.com/fic:michael-ironeyes-prequel"
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "Read that for what you might know of him"
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "Also, feedback on such stories are always welcome."
One thing about Michael Iron-Eyes, is until his rise to power… he was a middle of no where district sheriff in Ely Nevada. The Comanche have been long outside the scope of power in the Ute Nation, a marginalized tribe broken between three nations; no homeland and distrusted pretty much everywhere.
Michael Iron Eyes, Great Chief of the Ute Nation, is Comanche.
The ork's eyes narrowed as he started to pick out familiar phrasing and rhythms. Though he didn't understand a lick of what was being communicated, he was damn sure that this third band was speaking Comanche. Comanche, the language of Iron-Eyes' tribe, his goons and .. wasn't there just something about a bunch of comanche being kicked out of Sand Creek? Or was that something else .. Jag wasn't sure - but his raised-on-trid conspiracy sensors were going off. The borders open, some huge rally is organized almost immediately, speaker gets gakked. Sure, this third band may just be coincidence, but it may just be a drekload of paydata as well. The type that'll prolly cost him his neck. Ugh.
There was in-fact, a recent purge of Comanche from Sand Creek. The very same Sand Creek who stood behind the Governor when he told the MSD to frack off.
«OOC» Jag says, "Would like to set to record the Sand Creek and MSD bands as well (if possible) - but he's going to keep listening to the Comanche band to monitor the 'gist' of the communication, the emotional content. Is it agitated, professional, in a hurry — and most importantly, as he listens - does it change suddenly?"
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "I'll give fair warning, I can't reasonably give you the data you might get from that."
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "it would be too detailed for me to type and run with."
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "But I will give you what I can :)"
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "But if anything, the comanche, there seem to be 3 voices, seem triumphant."
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "They pulled off a coup."
Jag broke out his battered binoculars while he monitored the transmission through his earbud. The masses were still filtering out, but what he was interested in was Sand Creek's response, new arrivals incoming and .. he readjusted his focus on the nocs as he scanned the nearby valleys, trails, and wood cover for small groups moving in odd directions - a single, double, or triple team. Maybe fellow offroaders.
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "Perception"
«Auto-Judge» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 8 for "Mystery":
1 1 2 2 4 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 4 5 9
«ADMIN» Vulcan nods. I write all that stuff. I'm always open to feedback or plot ideas.
«OOC» Jag has Stealth, in case that helps with spotting.
«Auto-Judge» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 8 for "Mystery part 2":
1 2 2 4 4 7 7 11
«Auto-Judge» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 8 for "Mystery part 3":
1 2 2 2 4 4 5 11
«Auto-Judge» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 6 for "Mystery 1.2":
2 2 2 4 5 9
«Auto-Judge» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 6 for "Mystery 2.2":
4 5 5 5 5 7
«Auto-Judge» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 6 for "Mystery 3.2":
1 2 3 3 3 4
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "Give me a stealth check"
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Stealth:
3 4 5
On the far side of the valley, a man on an ATV seems to be enjoying himself, despite the chaos a half mile or so away. Nearer to you, a hiker is starting up the Flat Irons. However, a trio catches your attention. A trio of dirtbikes doing that 'waaa-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa' thing down the road, heading south.
Jag grined as he caught the sight of the bikers in his 'nocs and the sound made it's way to his ears. That was his most favorite sound in the world .. W-wait. Three riders - Could be three voices? The young ork zoomed in as far as he could with the binoculars and plugged his open ear for a moment from outside sound. The mystery transmission .. was the sound of the bikes in it, as well?
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "Roll perception"
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Intelligence for "perception":
3 3 5 5 5
The transmission strength has been getting steadily fainter, but there does not appear to be much in the way of background noise. Maybe subvocal mikes or transduced. Either of THOSE possibilities indicates a well prepared group.
The signal was fading. Though he'd locked in on a local Sand Creek and MSD band, Jag had a gut feeling - whether it would play out or not - that the story laid in those three riders. Even if he couldn't gain enough ground to follow them, the more time that he spent trying - the more of their transmission he could record.
He quickly gathered up his gear and locked down the scanner settings so that he could keep recording while on the move. Dropping down from his elevated perch would be risky as far as maintaining a lock on their broadcast, but as soon as he hit open ground again he could hopefully pick it back up - if he even lost it in the first place. Keeping low, he quickly moved back down the incline to his bike, locked in his gear, and roared out over the trail he was on in an attempt to give the protest scene a wide berth and make his way south to try to get eyes on those three other bikers.
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Bike (Off-Road):
1 2 2 3 8
«OOC» Jag says, "I will KP on that :)"
«OOC» Jag says, "Figuring re-roll 4?"
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "What's the handling on you rbike?"
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166)'s Hyundai Offroader (#9071) has the Voucher Item 1 Hyundai Offroader with the following information:
Judge«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "Handling of 4 offroad, +1 for difficult terrain, so yeah, reroll 4 at TN 5"
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls 4 for "KarmaPool Bike Reroll/5":
1 3 4 4
«OOC» Jag says, "So ka."
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "NOw a stealth.vehicular if you have it, stealth otherwise"
«Auto-Judge» Jag (#6166) rolls Stealth:
1 4 4
«Auto-Judge» Vulcan (#3087) rolls 6 for "Mystery":
2 3 4 5 9 15
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "You're able to keep them in range for a few minutes longer, but they don't seem to be transmitting very much. FInally, your link just cuts out in the middle of a short transmission."
Jag let his bike roll to a stop as the three quickly outdistanced him and passed out of range. Hopefully whatever he got was good. He cast a quick glance back over his shoulder towards the scene of the protest in a quick attempt to gauge how 'handled' it had become. The young ork paused for a moment, then shook his head and reached into his saddlebag and to make sure that the Comanche broadcast was saved and stored. Now was probably the best time to cut and run.
So he did.
—-Intercepted Transmission-
Wasape: The Turtle
Wakare: The Bear
Wokohwi: The Squirrel
Commlink-Wasape> That went well.
Commlink-Wokohwi> Went well?! If someone survives being shot by me, I would not term it as going 'well'. I kill people, not grievously wound them.
Commlink-Wakare> The mission parameters were fulfilled. You did well Wokohwi.
Commlink-Wasape> While Kwihnai would not have been disappointed if the target had died, he can find no fault with the results of the attempt. It was all that he asked of us. The stage was set and the audience reacted in a predictable manner. They always do.
Commlink-Wokohwi> If I try to kill someone, they should be dead. It's the principle of the matter, and the Matter is my honor as a Warrior.
Commlink-Wakare> See what I mean Wasape? This new generation of warriors doesn't truly understand. Striking your opponent in battle, escaping unharmed, and leaving your enemy alive to understand his failure is of utmost prestige. The true honor in battle comes not from blood on your spear in one engagement, it comes from winning the last battle. Seeing the pain in his eyes when the realization hits of how total his defeat was at your hands.
Commlink-Wasape> That's a bit too deep. This generation craves instant gratification for their needs and society is set up to give it to them. Planning is the art of old men sitting in the lodge, unable to go out and fight on their own.
Commlink-Wokohwi> *indecipherable grumbling* He should be dead. That's all I'm saying.
Commlink-Wakare> Heads up. Tusker on our six.
Commlink-Wokohwi> Can I kill /HIM/ at least?
Commlink-Wasape> Not necessary. We can outrun him.
Commlink-Wokohwi> *more indecipherable grumbling, followed by the sound of revving bike engines*
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