Lights Out For Denver

GM: Vulcan
Players: Silk (with appearances by Shadowcat, Slinger, Effek)
Synopsis: Silk battles to get the Warrens power back on before anyone freezes to death.
Date: December 24, 2069

Lights Out For Denver

Silent Night, Cold Night

Message #16 on Board Media and Rumors
Posted By: Vulcan (#3087)
Date/Time: Thu Dec 24 23:51:17 2009
Subject: Grid Failure

Aurora Warrens
UCAS Sector
Denver FRFZ

Citing a larger than anticipated draw on the power grid, Denver Utility Contractor 'Rocky Mountain Power Generation' has cut power to the Aurora Warrens. While no legal obligation exists to serve the area, it is traditionally left powered as a humanitarian service.

The Red Cross of Denver objected, citing the humanitarian issues of cutting power at the hight of winter, in the middle of a snow storm. No official comment has been made by RMPG, but unofficially, one executive reportedly responded 'when the Red Cross wants to spend 3 million nuyen a month to give free power to a quarter million trogs, tuskers and every other form of scum, then they can fragging well lecture us on how to run a business."

Announcement: Vulcan shouts "LIGHTS OUT IN THE WARRENS. Thats right. No power in the warrens. Unless your building has specific on-site generation capability (it doesn't), you're in the dark and cold. Enjoy!"

+ Rolls.

Sexyguy069 is online, as it happens. The IM request is honored, with a window opening immediately. "Hey Silk. Whats on your mind?"

Gearing up for the weather, Silk responds via the text window, "Freezing people. You've heard about Aurora?"

"I got a news blip about it, but I'm not really Denver-Local, so it doesn't mean much. I take it that you feel differently?"

"I have clients who feel differently. A lot of their money comes out of there, so they have interests. I'm looking into it for them and need some information on what is going on and who needs to be squeezed to get things working again." Silk slips on the armored jacket and pulls up a number of additional feeds, the volume down as she watches live news.

"Alright. Give me a few minutes. You want just a basic idea of the company, or… something more specific?"

"I will take what I can get, the more detailed the better. My client is authorizing double payment for intel that leads to us getting power back there." Silk zooms in on a few details on the screen.

+ Rolls.

Getting Warm in the Warrens

Announcement: Vulcan shouts "If you are trying to use influence or action to affect the situation in the warrens, send me a tell and I will summon you to the plotroom where I'm handling legwork."

Shadowcat whips out the cellphone and gets a-dialing to see if he get signal.

Announcement: Vulcan shouts "General Reminder: The warrens has no power. Ambient heat has now dissipated and temperatures are plunging. Unless your building has independent power and utilities (And, as of this time, no ones does….) you're getting cold. And your neighbors are getting pissy."

«OOC» Vulcan says, "Here's how this is working. I'm going one at a time. I'm handling Kassandra right now, then Effek's in line. Then Shadowcat. I don't mind tabletalk, but use the plotroom channel, cause I need my focus in the room uncluttered."

5 minutes later, the line comes back on. "Silk. I have some basic info on RMPG. Stand by for upload."

RMPG is the electrical contractor that provides power to the UCAS Mid-Grid, that is, all UCAS properties north of Castle Rock, south of DIA. It's a A rated corp, mostly buying power on the open market and playing futures games ot keep themselves afloat. The Aurora Warrens had traditionally been powered, under the city charter, but recently it was dicovered that the Aurora Warrens falls, quite reasonbaly, under 'non supported' territory and the city doesn't actually PAY for its power.

As there are so few paying customers in the Warrens, and most of the power there comes from illegal taps, it was decided to simply stop providing power to the area as a cost control measure.

The person making the decision was CEO JOrgen Morgenstern, formerly CFO of Entergy North America.

«OOC» Vulcan lets Kass noodle that over, moves to Effek for the moment.
«Plot» Slinger says, "Slinger, as a note, will likely be holed up with the Saints, helping where he can. And putting out feelers to his contacts, including Silk, making it known he's ready to help where he can."

«Plot» Slinger says, "And Frost, too."
«OOC» Vulcan nods. We'll handle that when we get to slinger; which is after Shadowcat. Running this first-come first-serve tonight.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Effek: You wanted to do some legwork. I know your new to it, so I'll work with you as much as possible."
«Plot» Effek says, "So would you like my action now Vulcan?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Yes. You have contacts, you ave skills, and this is where you use them to gather information."
«OOC» Effek says, "Ok."

«OOC» Vulcan says, "Publically, Effek. No pages. Easier for people to all see it."
«OOC» Effek says, "I wish to use my Street rumors to possibly find word about somebody knowing possible routes to the problem. Maybe a retired exectutive for RMPG that frowns upon what theyre doing cause he himself lives in the warrens? ANybody that may have a working solution to the problem."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Well, I'll let you roll rumors for something, but ou don't get to 'look' for specific information. You sort of get whats on the market at the moment."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "But go ahead and roll it. No TN, as its an open test."
«Auto-Judge[]» Effek (#1299) rolls Street Rumors for "Maybe there is a possiblitly?":
3
«OOC» Effek says, "No."

"RMPG? Omae, you gotta be SHITTING me. It's drek cold right now, and you wanna chat politics? I'll give you some fuckign politics. That goddamn Falloon, he had to have approved this. I mean, he's got an iron hand on everything in the U-Sec, scan me? Motherfucker is at least looking the other way… Fucken politicians."
«OOC» Effek says, "Ok well at the time being I cant think of any other way fro information, but I do have an idea but I will let others go first and wait."

[Announcements] Craig says, "If people are curious, Denver is currently under Ice Storm / Blizzard weather - about 2 inches of SOLID ICE covered with a few inches of snow. I hope you parked your car inside the garage!"

«Plot» Shadowcat says, "Do I have cellphone service in the Warrens?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Negitive. Your local tower is down."
«Plot» Shadowcat says, "I attempt to remember if we have an 'emergency' band for Shadowrunners posted somewhere!"

«Plot» Shadowcat says, "Has anyone ever posted onto Shadowland for 'In Case of Evil/Dragon/Natural Disaster, contact other runners on this frequency'?"

«OOC» Vulcan says, "Hrm. Well. With no electrical power, there'd be no way to get matrix access unless you have a sat link and a battery powered setup. And I don't recall one off hand, a posting that is, so I don't think Shadowcat woudl either. (And as a GM, I don't think thats a very good idea, because non-runners can read those boards too, like, oh, cops. )"

«Plot» Shadowcat says, "That I can remember with my Electronics knowledge, Computer skill, and ME3's… hrrm. okay. Lesse…"
«Plot» Shadowcat says, "I guess I'll turn on my radio and scanner and start freq hopping, looking for other runners stranded or something. :)"
«Plot» Shadowcat says, "Oh, hey, Slinger - I have your comm freq from that one plot a few months ago. I'll see if I can get him on that channel!"

«OOC» Vulcan grins.
«Plot» Shadowcat says, "If necessary, I will hotwire the radio to my Roadmaster's engine to boost the flux."
«OOC» Slinger says, "Slinger frequently monitors his channel, and stuff. So yeah."
«OOC» Slinger says, "Slinger would have the SUV with him."

«OOC» Vulcan says, "Now, Radio, thats much better. You get scattered runners mostly asking why the FRAG the ligths are out."
Commlink-Shadowcat> Shadowcat says, "… test test… This is Shadowcat, come back."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Shadowcat can now communicate with other players via radio. Anything more direct-legworky, SC?"
Commlink-Various Shadowrunner> Vulcan says, "This is $runner name. ITS FRAGGEN COLD!"

«OOC» Vulcan says, "when I get back to you, Effek."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Taking turns at the moment."
«OOC» Effek says, "Oh ok, thought you were asking everybody. My bad."

«OOC» Vulcan says, "Shadowcat is not answering, moving on to Slinger."
Commlink-Shadowcat> Shadowcat says, "Looking for somebody with Trix access. Get frequency 107.25 on the SL board for emergency contact. Freq 109.25 for unencrypted comms, over."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Okay, SC is here."
«OOC» Shadowcat says, "Sorry, was a-typing. :)"

«OOC» Vulcan says, "It's cool. :)"
«OOC» Shadowcat says, "But feel free to move on while I ring up the PCs. ;)"
«OOC» Vulcan nods. Cool.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Slingy baby?"
«OOC» Slinger says, "Yeah."
[Plot Room 5] Effek says, "Im guessing no?"
«OOC» Slinger says, "Am I seeing Shadowcat's comm-stuff?"

«OOC» Vulcan says, "Well, wheres shadowcat?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "And wheres Sligner? Whats the rating of SC's comm?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Flux is a factor."
«OOC» Slinger says, "Slinger has a R6 Taccom, and is probably at the Angel's Delight."
«OOC» Vulcan nods.

«Plot» Slinger says, "Slinger would have his comm on, probably plugged into his datajack, and would be hanging with Gabriel. Trying to figure out ways to reach people."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Okay. Shadowcat's comm is an R3…"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "I don't know where he -is- though."
«OOC» Shadowcat is in Blindside's place. "I rent out a garage there."]

«OOC» Vulcan nods. Blindside is not in the warrens. You have matrix and cellular service.
«OOC» Shadowcat says, "He's not? I thought that was… hrrm. Okay, then."
«Plot» Shadowcat posts the dang thing up on Shadowland himself, then.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Awesome. Now, Slinger. No, his comms are too weak to reach you."
«OOC» Slinger says, "Any chance I can comm anybody? And do the Saints know of any Runners or contacts who are currently involved?"

«OOC» Vulcan says, "Actually…"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Um."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "You're in the south west of the warrens. Yeah. Thats reasonably close to Blindsides place."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "And even if blindside was in the warrens, hes' got backup power."
«OOC» Effek says, "Isnt there a map of all the locations on the Wikidot?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "(I specifically paid for a goddamn generator on the bigrig)"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "So yes, Slinger and Shadowcat can communicate."

Commlink-Slinger> Slinger says, "Yo! It's Slinger. Whozzis?"

«OOC» Vulcan says, "As for the Saints: Gabriel is currently focused on getting through the night.

He's rolling out whatever heating goods he has available, tapping vechiles for fuel and running heaters at full boar. it's enough to keep the Saints and their families warm, but he's not focusing on proactive solutions as thats beyond the scope of a gang."

«OOC» Slinger says, "How're things with the Saints, meanwhile? How's Gabriel doing? Can I supply some juice to the AD with the engine on the SUV?"

«OOC» Vulcan points upward. AD? And yeah, You can run the engine for a few hours.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "I got AD now."
«OOC» Slinger always got the idea the Saints tend to be (AD = Angel's Delight) relatively proactive within their area, with Gabriel being a former runner and all.

«OOC» Vulcan says, "Yes, but not on the scale of 'turning on the power to the warrens'."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "They are being locally proactive, what with getting heat for the night to their people."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "PC's are the ones who think outside of 'my territory' or 'my people' and more regionally."
«OOC» Slinger says, "Right. So any way I can help at least for now with the SUV, while I work out the next phase?"

Commlink-Slinger> Slinger says, "Anybody else in range?"
Commlink-Shadowcat> Shadowcat says, "It's Shadowcat! Remember, what with the Azzies? Listen, I'm gonna see if I can borrow Blindside's signal booster, drive out a bit closer to the Warrens, and set up a comm relay, over."

«OOC» Vulcan says, "Yeah. You can idle the engine for a few hours, providing power and heat."

Commlink-Slinger> Slinger says, "Comm relay would rock. Right now, cellphones are down, makin' it real rough."

«Plot» Shadowcat says, "Can I borrow a signal booster from BS? :)"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "He doens't have one, but he'll let you use Scabbard as a command center."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Which has R5 sensors and a flux of 'enouhg'"
«OOC» Shadowcat says, "Which one is Scabbard?"
«OOC» Vulcan says, "The bigrig."
«OOC» Shadowcat … borrows. O:)

Commlink-Slinger> Slinger says, "Also needin' to get in touch with people. Especially Silk. You got Blindside, see if he'll let you use Scabbard for stuff, if we can keep security on it. Also could use Frost, potentially."

Commlink-Shadowcat> Shadowcat says, "Roger, out."

Looking for Power

Setting down her coffee, Silk hmms quietly at the information the decker has provided and compares it to the data on the other screen. A faint smile crosses her lips as she notices a few bits that look to fit together nicely. A tap of a nail on the screen restarts the text window and she'll remark, "Wanna go for double or nothing? I'd love to know what Mr. Morgenstern had for breakfast among other things, including any little dark secrets. I trust you know what I mean?"

She'll check over her messages, looking for anyone replying from the network of informants leading up to Mr. Sucreasi. A stray touch on the screen brings the music up a bit, playing quiet Christmas music as she works. Nearby, a large trideo is split into six screens, each displaying sector news as she drums a lightpen on the desk, looking for answers and solutions. She prints 'Betty' with a lightpen on her pad in crisp, clean letters and considers, tapping the pen again.

SG069 comms back: "I'll dig. But this is gonna bite in to my bottom line. I know you're good for it though."

+ Rolls.

Commlink-Shadowcat> Shadowcat says, "Er… Slinger, this is Shadowcat. You got a location for rendevous, over?"

You get… Dwayne Miller. Bigge, as he's called on the streets. "Supp mah fine not-exactly-nubian-but-close-enough-to-power-fist Queen."

Commlink-Slinger> Slinger says, "Angel's Delight would make a good op-center, with the Saints able to provide certain degree of security."

Sending a message out that she is interested in contacting Mr. Cordero or his representative, Silk smiles into the vid display and remarks, "Ah, good evening Bigge, I hope I didn't pull you away from anything .. or anyone .. too important?"

Putting the Call Out

Message #24 on Board Shadowland General SIG
Posted By: Anonymous
Date/Time: Fri Dec 25 01:50:58 2009
Subject: WARRENS EMERGENCY CHANNEL

107.25 - Encrypted
109.25
Unencrypted

—— Shadowcat (12-25-69 00:50:44)

"Eh, ain't no thang. Got no family to speak of. I hear you wanna talk to the Ork with the Pork, yo?"

Commlink-Shadowcat> Shadowcat says, "Roger, will send any contacts over there. Also… no-go on Frost. Cellphone is out of range, over."

"Well, in a way yes. I'd like to see about making him some money and a good degree of good will as well. It's Christmas Eve, but … I don't think this is one of those things that will wait." Silk jots a note to herself and draws an arrow to Betty's name.

"Whats this about, sweets? Whats got you in such a latheR? not that I mind, I think it gives you a kind of healthy glow." A pause. "Man, Crackah, shut up. Not everythigns about sex."

A picture in picture will open up on Silk's end, showing a drone's eye view of the totally dark Warrens. "A few million people are scheduled to freeze to death tonight, on Christmas Eve, over a bad decision and a little money. I'd like to see that not happen, if possible." Silk shrugs and taps her lightpen on the desk. "That, plus the chance to put some more money or prestige in the Big Man's pocket, well…." She shrugs again.

"Huh." Says Bigge then, looking at the image. "And you think Mr. Sucreasi may want to do what here? I mean… shit… thats big…"

The picture will fade out, replaced with KN Energy Corporation's logo. "KN already supplies energy to the CAS sector, but it is a drop in the bucket. I'm willing to bet Rocky Mountain will give them a better deal this evening. This way, Rocky can turn the lights back on, they get to look magnanimous, Mr. Sucreasi will make more money, and everyone has a great day."

Bigge blinks. Huh. This is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay above his pay grade. "Uh… well…" A pause as he tries not to look like a mobster with delusions of eloquence… "Let me… uh… yeah. I'll call the big guy."

Nodding quietly, Silk remarks, "Thank you very much, Bigge, I appreciate you going to the trouble for me." She offers a quick smile, eyes glancing to the weather crawl. "You have my number of course, so I'll wait to hear from you?"

"Yeah. I gotcher number, I got it reaaaaal good." He says, trying to regain the upper hand with a little social mojo. Of course, this is silk, and this is a mid level mobster. It just doesnt' add up. "Alright."

Silk will disconnect and let the man get on with the onerous duty of dealing with the boss while she continues working the situation.

SG069 comes back a few minutes later. "Alright. Would you believe that this guy's got decent protection on the Matrix? His personal data is stored on Entergy Servers, which isn't all that odd, but he's got double the protections of anyone else. I'm thinking that RMPG is something of a sinicure. A shuffle-off-the-board-with-an-orichalcum parachute move, fi you follow me? I'm gonna need money and assistance to crack this bitch."

Silk lets a lot of the terms go by, especially since Sexyguy069 can't see her. She'll tap up another screen, going through a number of pre-programmed calls and routes to contact Dumpshock, a deckmeister extraordinaire. She'll invite him into the conversation, texting, "I can provide both. Bringing in someone with a lot of contacts in your world, they should be able to get you who you need. How much cred?"

"Uh… Lets see. To crack that bitch…(OOC: With a contact, not a PC..) uh… probably a good 30,000. I'm not meaning to bleed you, Silk, but.. it's no rerouting of a 900 number to the Vatican."
"And yeah. I did that last week. It was fun."

"Not a problem, it'll be worth the money." Silk taps a few keys and enters an account number, routing money over to it and sending funds where SG069 can get to it. "I've got 40 k with your name on it at this account number."

+ Rolls.

Deckmiester is IMing you just as you IM him. He's got this twitchy nose about work and its twitching. "Wha? Who? Where? how many cookies? Uh… Sure. 20k."

Second verse, same as the first. Another twenty kay heads off through electronic means as Silk makes the handshakes between the console cowboys, setting things in motion from her desk and her coffee.

From afar, Shadowcat sends you a trix email. "From Slinger: Working in Warrens to restore order. Any info you can give a plus. Astral Delight being used as staging area for emergency services. 107.25 for encrypted comms, 109.25 for non-encrypted. Pass along to any runners headed into the area."

+ Rolls.

«OOC» Vulcan moves on to Effek again.
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Effek: Anythign else you want to do for now?"
You paged Shadowcat with 'IC TRIX: Working the political side of it. Will send word out and aid when I can.'.
«OOC» Effek says, "No nothing I can do but RP shuffeling through frequencys to find any information on the situation. Hopefully find out about Slinger and SCs little thing going on."
«OOC» Effek says, "Seeing as to how no cellphone has knocked my contact situation out the door."
«OOC» Vulcan says, "Go aboard the Truck. You can get maybe every 5th word from transmissions. You can even send 1/6 words if you stand on top of the crank."

It takes probably 20 minutes. 20 long minutes. 20 -decker- minutes. Decker minutes are an interesting creation. It's approximately 5 new york minutes to a real minute, and there are something like 10 Tokyo minutes in a real minute. However, there are no less than 10 Decker Minutes in a Tokyo Minute, sometimes more depending on the local grid.

Silk's phone rings.

Announcement: Vulcan shouts "Gentle Reminder: The Warrens is currently a NO POWER ZONE. NO power. it's very cold, and getting colder."

Donny

Twenty minutes IS a long time. Silk fills it by making minor movements along her network, arranging for supplies just in case this big idea of hers doesn't work. When one of her phone's rings, she'll answer it, killing the background noise. "Silk."

The voice on the other end is unknown, but its probably less than 16 years old, and male. "Is… uh… is this… you know.. silk?"

An eyebrow arches at the voice on the other end. "This is Silk. Whom am I speaking with?" She doesn't ask how they got the number, her numbers tend to circulate through the shadows in droves.

"Uh.." A pause. "This is… (quickly)sexyguy069…." A pause… "My decks fried and I've got a nosebleed, but… we got in and out."

The elf blinks and considers that, "The ice must have been glacial to have taken you down. You are alright?"

"Yeah… I'll be fine. Just got a huge headache. My deck… I can fix it. I mean, yeah… uh.." A pause. "I got a file. Gonna need a few minutes to set up my spare deck for transmission and debugging the file… but it'll be clean when it hits you."

Silk lets out a sigh of relief and nods to herself. "Good, good. That's damned good work. I really appreciate it."

"no problem… well, aside from the obvious…" A pause. "You got a nice voice. I'm sorry for the direct call.. but I Didn't want you to like, go crazy."

Chuckling, Silk covers the mouthpiece for a moment to get control of herself. That done, she says, "Thank you very much for both the compliment and the call. I was starting to worry that something had gone awry, but I was confident that you'd pull it off."

"Yeah. Alright. I found my spare.. just gotta… clean it up some. Been you know… in the closet. Okay. I'll get this to you soon." The guys clearly not yet out of puberty, the sort of voice that warbles between the falsetto of youth and the breaking bass of adulthood. "And… yeah… don't, yiou know… tell anyone. You know, how old I am and drek, okay?"

"Of course not. My client's secrets are between myself and them, no one else." Silk does however make a few notes for her private files, "I'll look forward to getting the file, and be sure to take care of yourself. If you need a doc after the brain burn I know a few."

"Will do. Donny Out."
The line disconnects.

Jotting 'Donny' next to SG069, Silk leans back and rubs her eyes before going back to piecing together her idea and the ramifications of how it could play out, mapping out a secondary and tertiary plan.

Silks Phone rings …. Again.

It's that sort of night! Silk snags the phone as she works on her problems, "Silk." That's it, nothing more. The trideo screens continue showing scenes around the city, sector weather and air coverage of the situation.

The voice on the other end has that deep baritone with a hint of rasp that you've come to recognize as Luther Sucreasi. "So Bigman must think you got some mojo to call me on fucken christmas eve. If I wasn't right now, assembling a bicycle for Kwame, I'd be a little pissed. AS it is, I'm still a little annoyed, so you best tell me the score and make it interesting."

"I will attempt to not waste your time, Sir. I am sure you've heard about the situation in Aurora. As I told Bigman, I believe I've come up with a way to correct the problem as well as increase your bottom line and influence, if you are interested." Silk will quickly outline the same information that she told Bigman, adding at the end, "I have people that are sending me a file very soon with information on Mr. Morgenstern and his company, information that they paid very well to have buried. That sort of information may just insure that they will be very interested in talking to you."

Download Ready (Flashing little green 'download now?' button.

Silk quickly taps the key, waiting for the data so she looks a little less foolish. Always hard to run a game without all the rules and players.

"Huh." Says Sucreasi. "This about my little tax shelter, the energy company? Yeah. I could do with some boost to it. You think there's money in this? Something beyond a little prestige?" He asks curiously. Something heavy and metal clanks in the background. Who knows, maybe he IS building a bicycle.

Jorgen Morgenstern, Age 72. German Immigrant to the United States of America in the year 2010 at the age of 13. Joined the US Army at the age of 17, in 2014. Rose to rank of Major by age 30, in 2027. His Army Career, curiously, is listed as Top Secret. He joined Entergy in 2050 and rose to CFO by 2055. He left Entergy in 2063 to form RMPG.
UCAS citizen. Well respected.

"I think so, Sir. I've run some preliminary numbers and it looks like you may be able to pick up some profit on this venture. With a little manuevering, I am sure that you could do even better than that; I'm positive you have people that are very good with numbers, after all, and they could give you a better approximation than I. The prestige, of course, never hurts, and might put you in good with Faloon as well."

She frowns faintly at the information SG069 has piped over, rolling the pen around in her hand.

The attachment along with it, is the UCAS army file for Morgenson. Labled top Secret. Apparently, Mr. Morgenstern was… shall we say… commander of a reeducation camp. in 2017. Very young for the post, but it was a different age.

That reeducation camp had an atrociously high accident rate. It was one of the few camps that folllowed the extermination order and actually killed its prisoners.

The treaty of Denver required all those who were part of that issue to be turned over for war crimes and crimes against humanity. Mr. Morgenstern apparently escaped by pulling strings and having the paperwork lost, eventually setting up a cover for an officer who died in the war to be disgraced as the commander in his place.

With no living officer, the case quietly died.

The Ork is quiet for a moment. "Well. Let me hear what you got. I'm willing to think it over…"
"I have data that you should see to help make a decision. This sort of leverage is tricky." Silk brings up a data transfer window and waits. "However, I think that if played right, it could make your tax shelter into something far more."

"Just a minute.." You hear a frustrated sigh. "Fucken chinese bullshit, this bike. Damn it. Willy!"

A voice in the background. "Yeah boss?"

"Build this fucken bike, or go get a fucken motorcycle."

Silk stays quiet, dragging another screen up and starting a message to be sent with a flag URGENT.
She taps on the screen and sets up the message, encoding it and putting it on hold till after Mr. Sucreasi makes his decision.

After a moment,t heres the flick of a lighter, then the puffing on a cigar. "Send the shit, girl. We'll see what kind of business we can do."

The data is sent, already scrubbed of any reference to SG069 or Silk. Just the facts, man. That done, Silk will check over her new message, dragging up Faloon's contact data from memory and getting it ready.

Sucreasi raises an eyebrow as the data downloads. "Okay. This is some fucked up shit right here, but it's sort of nearly useless. I ain't got the kind of contacts this guys gotta have to pull that shit off. Blackmail only works if the targets scared, ya know?"

"Yes Sir. I know some people who may have that kind of pull, but I wanted to check your interest in the situation before kicking off anything. Always better to have things in place BEFORE the storm starts than afterwards." Silk hmms quietly, looking at the data again.

"I scan ya. I'm interested."

Silk lets out a little breath, some of the weight on her neck lifting. "Wonderful. In that case, I'll move forward to seeing if we can push this along, and contact you after the target is dealt with?"

"Yeah. Be quick, I gotta get some fucking sleep, it's goddamn CHRISTMAS tomorrow, you know?"

"I know. I still have to build a dollhouse." Silk moves to close the call, "And thank you for speaking with me, Sir."

"It's always profitable, so I'm always listenin. I'm outie."

The line goes dead.

Silk stares at the desk a moment. Well, the easy part is done. Now for the real test. The other screen is drug over and brought up, looked over, and then sent to the number she has for Jeremy Faloon.

Calling Falloon

+ Rolls.

WEll, if by Whore, you mean his wife. He's actually married, but keeps her and the kids home in DC. Well away from Denver. He doesn't even bother rolling over in bed, taking the call on his cellphone. He transduces his response. "Is the city on fire?"

"No sir, the city is actually freezing." Silk pauses and remarks, "But fire is not far behind, I fear."

No sigh, no sign of emotion or reaction. He's clearly transducing. "I see. And you… have something to say about this."

"I always have something to say," Silk remarks, a faint note of laughter passing through her voice. It is there and gone again in a blink, her response following on its heels. "Right now, tho, the comment I am hearing is 're-education'." She lets the word sink in a moment, waiting to see his response.
"Is this more shit about california? I don't give one goddamn about California."

"No Sir. This is about Aurora and the RMPG." Silk looks over the file and continues, "It seems that a major political timebomb has landed in our laps this Chrismas Eve, Sir, one involving a senior officer in a re-education camp for the Native Americans." She pauses again.

There's a pause on the end of the line. "Keep talking."

"This individual has managed to keep the facts hidden for a number of years now, but there is the danger that it is going to come out given the events of this evening." Silk speaks carefully, keeping her voice even and dancing along the razor's edge. "There are those that will think willfully freezing people to death is a call back to his actions earlier in his career."

There's a long pause. A longer pause. The pause draws out even longer still. "Alright." He says a full 90 seconds later. "You have my full and undivided attention. What do you have in mind?"

Silk outlines the broad strokes, "This individual should perhaps take a well deserved retirement. As far as the power situation goes, there is a local company who could provide the additional power that would keep Aurora in heat and lights without taking anything away from good, honest UCAS citizens.
Everyone has a happy ending, it makes for good press for those involved, everyone gets to be the hero and the city doesn't dissolve into fires and chaos about a mass murdering death camp officer."

There's silence on the other end of the line. "Hold please."

Silk holds, closing her eyes and catching her breath, so to speak. This is a killer on the blood pressure. She grimaces through a swig of cold coffee and shakes her head.

+ Rolls.

"Alright." Says the Governor of the UCAS sector. "You… uh…" A pause. "You've not made any friends. I'll shield you from this as much as possible, but if he starts looking in to this, he may find you. Cover your tracks. What company has the power on tap? I can declare a state of emergency and dissolve his contract, and I will… but I need to know you've got the kilo wattage to cover him. I need 30,000 Kilowat Hours off peak, 60,000 on-peak. Make it happen. You have an hour."

Silk jots notes, writing a little gun pointing at Morgenstern, "Yes sir, I'll get them on the line now and hammer it out." She doesn't respond to the part about yet another person wanting to kill her. Maybe they'll go after the other Silk. "I'll get back with you before the hour is out."

"Call me back. I'll be awake."
Falloon disconnects the line.

Silk is already dialing Mr. Sucreasi as the other call ends, sending a text message with the other hand to Blue Fairy, "Clean up needed."

Sucreasi answers the phone. "Whats the haps, sMoothy?"

"I can make it happen if you can supply the juice. They are looking for 30,000 kilowatt hours on the downside, 60 kay on peak." Silk checks her notes and says, "And we have to make sure it can happen within the next 57 minutes. That's when the contract is looking to get moved."

"Shit…" Mutters Sucreasi. "Thats twice my capacity." he mutters something. "Gimmie a few minutes… let me see what I can rustle. Is this a perminant gig, or a one night stand?"

"My understanding is that it is a long term goal and won't make you any friends. You will be taking over when Rocky Mountain loses their contract." Silk starts tapping keys faster now, looking to cover her tracks, moving favors around and making sure that she is covered first and then her contacts.

"A'ight. HEre's what I'm gonna do." He says, tapping a few keys on a phsyical keyboard. "I can call in some options, buy some futures… I got a lot of stock in Gaiatronics and a boardmember in my pocket… can probably pull down some serious juice on the short term from Yellowstone… yeah… we can make this work. Just fucken barely. But as much as I appreciate the business leg up, I'm still putting my ass on the line here, and I'm gonna need a peice of yours sometime in the future."

"Of course, I'd be glad to be of service. And I appreciate everything you are doing, especially today."

Silk rests her eyes for a second and then says, "Alright, let me get the other side moving and making the connections so that all this works. Do you have a number for this business or do you want to use this one?" She jots a few more notes and makes a little frowny face on the notes.

"I mean that figuratively, not literally. You'e cute an all, but just… too fragile for my tastes."

Silk laughs quietly.

"Tell me who to call to set up the transfer of service, and I'll get my boys on that."
"That's what I am going to find out now." Silk opens a second line, calling Faloon back and keeping the line to Sucreasi open.

Faloon opens the line on the first ring. "I'm ready to move, if you have the power. If you don't have the power, hang up now and we'll settle up when I come back to Denver."

Oh that doesn't sound good at all. Silk says, "We are ready on my end, just need to set up the transfer of service and we are golden."

"Alright. Have your man call Wilton Brembly. He's my director of infrastructure. he's awake, and unhappily so."

Silk scoops the number out of the inbound field and mutes Faloon, telling Sucreasi, "You are going to be talking to Wilton Brembly, Director of Infrastructure. He is awake and expecting the call."

She'll switch lines again and tell Faloon, "Information trasfered over."

Sucreasi: "Yeah. I know the guy. I'm on it. Will probably take two hours or so for the transfer, but come about 5AM, there should be power."
Faloon: "Good. How soon can this be operational? The moment we null the contract, we lose -all- power in the UCAS…"

To Sucreasi: "Understood. Let me tell the other side."
To Faloon: "They tell me it will take about two hours to be hot everywhere, so 5AM."

Faloon: "This is a mixed blessing and a curse. We'll figure out the long term ramifications later. Let me see if I can find anything to make this stick with. Faloon out."
Sucreasi: "Ai'ght."

To both: "Understood. Thank you for speaking with me."

The calls end.

Silk spins, tapping a trixmail message to Slinger Via Shadowcat: Power on the way, there by Dawn. Sorry it took so long.

Merry Christmas

Announcement: Vulcan shouts "The UCAS Mid-grid sector, that is all UCAS of the City of Denver proper below Colfax avenue, through the warrens and down to the city of Castle Rock, loses power. If you are in the UCAS sector, you have lost power.

10 seconds after power loss, all high lifestyle buildings will resume with full power off local generators.

Medium and lower buildings will not come back online."

The news feeds report that the entire UCAS mid-grid has lost power. DIA is unaffected, but the residential areas of the Aurora area and beyond, including the town of Bennet and the UCAS non-contigious downtown sector have lost power. Downtown power comes back on minutes later as the Sioux transfer power under the emergency power-sharing deal for that special, important sector.

Announcement: Vulcan shouts "UCAS Downtown Sector's power comes back to full strength as Sioux officals transfer power according to emergency protocols. This only effects the UCAS downtown non-contigious sector. The rest of the UCAS is still powered down."

Silk keeps plugging away, working to cover her tracks with the help of Blue Fairy (See later RP/LOGS), carefully making sure that everything is set just so. She works the spin and watches the affiliates to see how this is playing out.
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