GM: Numb
Players: Haley, Criticalfault
Synopsis: A pair of runners is given a large crate to deliver, from the CAS into the warrens!
Date: 3/29/2070
The call for work comes in through your usual channels. Something needs doing and they are willing to pay. The meet point is a cafe in the CAS sector, near the warrens. Message says to come prepared to work.
Upon arrival the cafe actualy looks closed until you see someone move to the front doors and let you in, a Human of caucasion color and dressed in would could be called a comfortable but worn suit. He bids you to sit and starts talking once you are settled.
"Thanks for coming and I'll get right to the point. I got a package that needs moving, but I can't use regular channels due to the nature of its contents. First, no you don't need to know whats inside of it. Second, I'm willing to pay you each 15 kay to do this for me, payable upon completion of the job." He looks between you both as he slides a datachip onto the table. "Destination and contact info is on that. It'll be inside the warrens, so I'll leave it to you how you get there. Any questions?"
Criticalfault says "Whos it going to, who would want to stop it from getting there?"
«STAFF» Numb says, "Icly preferably."
«STAFF» Numb says, "Speaking of which. I gotta start logging."
Hearing the job, Haley asks, "Well we do kinda need to know a little about the package." She gets comfortable in her seat as she says, "Is is detectible by scannas, or is it properly shielded and sealed?"
Numb points at the chip. "Info there, buddy. Check it, because I'm not going to say it outloud." He says before looking at Haley. "Yes, it is detectable, and no it isn't shielded or sealed. That shit costs money, and this is a bulky package."
Criticalfault smirks and takes the chip slowly, slotting it into his chipjack and slides a cable into his datajack into his deck. He briefly slides through the files.
Watching Critical as he goes over the information, Haley drums her fingers on the table. After a few moments she says, "This isn't exactly my sorta gig ya know." She shrugs her shoulders and gives a smile saying, "Oi know someone that might be able ta help though so Oi'll give it a try."
Criticalfault nods slowly to Haley, "We get a truck or something to move this bad boy?"
«Plot-Page» (To: Criticalfault) Numb says, "The destination is on the eastern side of the warrens. Guy by the name of Tootlin Teddy will be the pickup, big ass troll. (picture included) Nothing about what you could face out there, because lets face it, its the WARRENS. A gang infested area."
Criticalfault opens his eyes slowly, "Seems straight forward enough, however dangerous."
«Plot-Page» (To: Criticalfault) Numb says, "The package is a big wooden container, about 3 feet long 2 feet wide and 2 feet thick, about 100 kilos."
Criticalfault glances to Haley, "You want to take a look?"
The J nods a bit. "You'll get paid when it's delivered. COD as it were. In your best interest to make sure it gets there."
"Well Oi didn't wanna snatch it outta your hand," says Haley as she offers one of hers to collect the chip. She pulls a chip reader from her purse and boots it up. She tilts her lips to the side thoughtfully as she says, "Well Oi gotta car."
«Plot-Page» (To: Haley) Numb says, "The destination is on the eastern side of the warrens. Guy by the name of Tootlin Teddy will be the pickup, big ass troll. (picture included) Nothing about what you could face out there, because lets face it, its the WARRENS. A gang infested area. The package is a big wooden container, about 3 feet long 2 feet wide and 2 feet thick, about 100 kilos."
«STAFF» Numb says, "Right now, lets call it late morning."
After going over the information, Haley says, "Shoot ya couldn'd have gotten somethin' bigger?" She shrugs and she says, "Oi don't think this'll even fit in my trunk." She looks then to Critical and she says, "You got somethin' bigga to drive?"
«STAFF» Numb says, "No set time given for when the package needs to be there, though the info file on the chip indicates big delays will cost you pay."
Criticalfault shrugs, "Not yet…could rent something for cheap enough though. I don't suppose our loving employer would give us something extra to move a package we cant ask questions about, would he?"
The J stands and nods to you both. "Contacts name and number on the chip if you have questions finding him. Package is behind the counter over there." He says, pointing to the bar. "Good luck." And with that, he heads out.
Criticalfault smirks and shrugs, "Worth a shot…So, lets get a truck, i'll pick it up and i'll come back here and we'll grab it…i got a pretty decent idea…gonna cost a bit if you wanna throw in…shouldn't take long to setup and is damn near a perfect deterrent."
Holding out her hands to her sides, Haley says, "Alrighty, Oi'll wait here then?" She moves to stand up from her seat and she says, "Oi'll hafta talk to Sketchy when Oi see him next." Her Brooklyn accent sets her apart from the general CAS. She adjusts her jacket and she says, "So Oi'll see ya when you get back Oi guess."
Criticalfault hums to himself and nods, "Whats your coat size? medium..?"
"Yep, Oi like ta have a little wiggle room under my coats," says Haley in agreement to the question.
Criticalfault grins and nods, "I'll be back."
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " I'm gonna hail a cab and rent a truck from a home depot or its 2065 counterpart"
«STAFF» Numb says, "Ok. What SIN you using?"
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " Then i'm going to go to a safety store. The kinds for construction work and i'm going to buy the most impressive looking "contaimantion suits" i'm also going to buy some red spray paint while i am at the home depot."
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " Jason"
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " Also, i'm gonna buy the extra insurance on the truck :P"
«STAFF» Numb says, "ok. Lets do a quick roll off. Truck rental, so roll 6 dices vs TN 4"
«STAFF» Numb says, "in this case, you'll +roll 6/4~put reason here."
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls 6 vs TN 4 for "Truck Rental":
2 3 3 4 4 7 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Numb (#4836) rolls 4 vs TN 6 for "Sin countercheck":
1 2 2 15 = 1 Success
«Plot» Numb says, "Sin check comes up good. You have rented one box-truck under Jason's SIN along with the insurance and bought some paint."
«STAFF» Numb says, "ONe more time, for the 'chemsuits', but at tn5 because construction equipment is a bit tighter."
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls 6 vs TN 5 for "Truck Rental":
1 3 3 5 5 40 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Numb (#4836) rolls 5 vs TN 6 for "sin counter check for chemsuits":
4 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Numb says, "Sin check good on Jason SIN as well for Chemsuits."
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " So i'm going to return with the paint, suits and the truck."
«STAFF» Numb says, "Roger. Pose it up. By the time you get this all done, it'll be late afternoon."
«Plot» Haley says, "Speaking of masks, I want to use my poly mask to change my appearance."
«Plot» Haley says, "Well after he arrives."
«STAFF» Numb says, "Ok."
«STAFF» Numb says, "Go ahead and roll it now."
here= After some driving Crit returns to the cafe' and enters through the back. He sports a huge grin on his face and hands Haley a suit + mask. "You ever used one of these before?" He begins setting up the suits and gets the cans of red spray paint ready.
«STAFF» Numb says, "Roll for your disguise, then gimme a pose"
Pulling a briefcase from the trunk of her droptop, Haley says, "Nope." She looks back to the building she's been waiting in and she says, "Oi needa go powder my nose. Oi'll be right back." She heads inside and moves into the restroom.
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Disguise + Task Pool: 1 for "+4 for Poly Mask":
1 3 4 4 7
«Plot» Haley will look like a blonde haired human girl.
«STAFF» Numb says, "Ok. What you doing with the paint?"
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " I'm going to paint the case with biohazard symbols. I'm gonna get some paper and make some stencils to spray to make them look legit instead of hand made. So if it means another stop…thats fine with me if its fine with Haley, this will only get thick in the barons…"
Criticalfault says "Next time…i need to remember to get the MSDS book for scanning…"
Criticalfault mutters to himself
«STAFF» Numb says, "Ok. I'll that you picked up that stuff while at the hardware store. But do you have any artistic skills to allow you to create them convincingly?"
«Plot» Haley says, "Its fine by me :)"
«Plot» Haley says, "My poc-sec has a printer"
«STAFF» Numb says, "That would be enough. YOu could print out the strips and tape them together to make the symbol, and no fancy work needed."
Criticalfault says "Mind if we use your printer for one more thing?"
«STAFF» Numb says, "Just gimme a..hmmm, another disguise roll since that's kinda what your doing. Say you saw CF poorly attempting it and printed it out and did it yourself. :) Gimme some poses."
Pulling her poc-sec from her pocket, Haley offers it over to Critical and she says, "Oh sure," once she returns. She looks over the equipment and the rental van as she asks, "Oi can drive that if ya need. Dunno if you used the auto-nav or not."
«STAFF» Numb is more than willing to work with ya guys :)
Criticalfault says "I normally datajack…but if your solid, i trust you. I'm gonna scam us some documents and IDs…remind me to buy a laminator too…""
Criticalfault says "Also, what do I call you? I'm Crit, short for Criticalfault…which i know, a mouth full"
"You can cwall me Cookie hon," says Haley as she offers her hand knuckles up to Crit. She grins brightly as she says, "Well so ya don't use up awl your money we'll split the cost."
«STAFF» Numb says, "Gimme a disguise check Haley and I'll get us gonig."
Criticalfault smiles and nods, "However you'd like to do it..my idea i figured i'd front the costs….but more prep time means less stress time when the drek hits the fan if you follow."
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Disguise + Task Pool: 1 for "Artwork":
2 4 5 5 9
«STAFF» Numb says, "Ok. It's all done and looking fairly professional. Whatever you're going to do, do it! :)"
«Plot» Criticalfault says, "Will use Haley's artistic abilities to help him make up some documents and fake id badges, saying they are from a disposil company for waste. Then we'll pile in and i'll let her drive us to our point."
«Plot» Haley says, "I have a forger contacct."
«Plot» Haley says, "That I can do, smuggle a HUGE package…?"
«STAFF» Numb says, "Right now, your biggest obsticle is getting past he border check, and with hazordous/toxic waste that's not gonna be an easy task."
«Plot» Haley says, "Papers can get us proper permits."
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " Absolutely, lets get us what we need from your friend"
«STAFF» Numb says, "Yes, you gotta cross the boarder from the CAS into the CAS Warrens. Though going in might not be looked at as much as coming out."
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " Coming back we'll be a couple returning from a vacation >:)"
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " Ditch the suits and the whole deal, drop the truck off where it needs to in CAS"
«STAFF» Numb says, "Sounds good. How you gonna go about permits for this? Since that's what you'll need."
«STAFF» Numb says, "Contacts?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) has the Contact Papers with the following information:
-----> Contact for Haley (#4416) <-----
Contact Name: Papers
Level: 1
Type: id forger
GM Note: Papers is a ID forger that works out of the UCAS. He has a interest in old paperback books.
Use the Stats for ID Manufacturer in Mr. Johnson's Little Black Book.
«Plot» Haley says, "We need Hazmat transport permits, as well as IDs for a company that allows such."
«STAFF» Numb says, "IDs would be Fake SINS, expensive to get. The permits are much easier to get though."
«Plot» Haley says, "Permits will do."
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " Permits on my Fake Sin sounds awesome"
«STAFF» Numb says, "These will be one shot permits, I'll say. Not something like weapons permit or anything. So Haley, make an Eti roll, tn4 if you want fake papers."
«Auto-Judge[]» Haley (#4416) rolls Etiquette vs TN 4 for "Fake permits!":
1 1 3 5 10 14 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Numb says, "It'll take him a day to get the paperwork ready, which you can upload to your Fake SINS, cost 2k."
«STAFF» Numb says, "Ok. So tomorow noonish You'll have the permits on your SIN of choice."
«Plot» Criticalfault says, "We'll leave as soon as we get them and half suit up. So it looks like we are ready to suit, but not that our cargo is ultra dangerous and shouldn't be transported…just handled with care"
Speaking on her poc-sec, Haley says, "Hiya Papas? Oi needa couple hazmat permits." She nods her head, walking as she talks on the phone. She lifts her brows and she says, "Oh yah sure, that'll buy ya a few new books, huh?" She shrugs her shoulders and she says, "Alright, if that's the best ya can do. Go ahead an' take it outta my account."
«STAFF» Numb says, "Good idea. Put that on plat. Haley as well. Tell me what you're taking and leaving."
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " I'll let Haley throw that as i'm riding shotgun. I'm going to leave everything incriminating at home obviously…no guns, no deck. Still bringing formfitting and plate…as i'll be inside a suit should be hard to see and is legal anyway"
«Plot» Haley says, "I am wearing my armor under the suit we're wearing. Other than that I am leaving my weapons at home. If it gets down to a gunfight I don't think I'll make much of a difference unless I had my popgun."
Once the permits are uploaded onto their SINs they have loaded up the truck. Once the proper logos have been put on both the cargo and the truck Haley pulls into traffic. She handles the wheel with both hands, careful only to do a couple miles over the speed limit. She knows enough about police to know they look for someone doing the exact speed limit.
«STAFF» Numb says, "One from CF, and I'll pose the bordder :)"
Crit rides with a style of confidence next to Cookie and goes over his papers over and over to ensure he remembers the name, his employee ID number and other key facts that will be asked. He recites these facts over with Cookie and ensure she knows her own information as they drive. Once hes postive they both have it memorized he turns the radio onto a oldies station and tries to relax, taking a drink from his SuperJolt.
«STAFF» Numb says, "Ok, which SINS you useing. I'm guessing Jason for CF, right?"
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " Correct sir"
«STAFF» Numb says, "So that's the one you'll use?"
The drive isn't too long, and soon you reach the guarded checkpoint at the edge of the Warrens. It's definatly built to keep people in, not out and the way the guards are set up shows it like that. Soon your truck reaches the checkpoint and the human guard there waves you to a halt. "Purpose of visit?" He asks, boredly, not even really looking at you or the truck. The kind of people wanting into the warrens don't warrent much inspection or care, just coming out.
Powering the window down, Haley looks to the guard and she gives him a bright smile. She keeps her hands on the wheels so as not to make him nervous. She nods her head a little to the back and she says, "We're passing through headin' to a medical facility outsida town."
«STAFF» Numb pokes CF
Criticalfault smiles and nods, taking another drink of his soda.
«STAFF» Numb says, "Just wanted something:)"
The guard holds his hand out, expecting your sins with their included paperwork, reader in his hand as he keeps an eye on the people coming out of the zone. "Just a moment." He says, running the SINS through the reader and giving it only a cursory glance. Nothing flags up immediatly, and he hands them back. "Go on through. Stupid way to go if you ask me, but not my problem. Gangs are acting up on the southern edge, so watch yourselves." he says, stepping back and waving you on through with his eyes already on the next car.
«STAFF» Numb says, "Either of you have gang rumors/gang related knowskills?"
Criticalfault hums to himself and sayes, "Maybe we should look for a good route around the southern edge? I'm sure our autonav can point us in the right direction." Nods to Haley and clicks a few things on their autonav.
«Plot» Haley does not.
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " :has matrix gangs if its still a roll even at a major modifier"
«STAFF» Numb says, "Hmmm. Sorta/kinda related. Give me an open roll +roll matrix gangs"
«Auto-Judge[]» Criticalfault (#6325) rolls Matrix Gangs:
1 2 4 4 5
"Thanks for the tip," says Haley resisting the urge to call the guard hon. She looks over as Crit begins programming in the auto nav. She collects the SIN cards and she hands over the proper one to her passenger.
«STAFF» Numb says, "Ok. Random roll here. Just a sec"
«Auto-Judge[]» Numb (#4836) rolls 1 for "Gang troubles on the way over?":
4
Criticalfault takes his card and slides it into his pocket, continuing his programming
The drive is mostly uneventful. The warrens a run down zoo of gangs and people just trying to survive. More than once you've felt the eyes of greedy gangers watching your nice looking truck roll past, but none seem to take action against you.
That is, until you get within a few blocks of your destination. A car blocks the road in front of you as you turn a corner, with a few gangers in front of it. Behind you another one rolls up to prevent easy escape.
Criticalfault grimaces and whispers to his partner, "This is where we find out how many gangers are willing to touch a box that may contain VITAS contaminated material.."
Nodding her head to Crit, Haley says, "Yeah, lets hope that works b'cause plan B isn't gonna be a whole lotta fun." She laughs a little as she looks around, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of her nose.
Criticalfault nods slightly, "Amen to that…good thing i left everything worth a damn at home.."
Criticalfault says "Maybe we should honk the horn and let them know we are waiting or something…? I dont know how that works here…i know how i'd do it in the trix.."
«Plot» Haley says, "How many gangers do I see and how many have weapons ready?"
As you both sit there, one ganger with a shotgun slung against his shoulder walks up and grins. It's not a nice grin either though it falls a bit when he finaly sees you through the windows wearing the full chemsuits. He puts a hand on his shotgun as he knocks on the window, indicating you should roll it down.
«Plot» Numb says, "Four in front of you, three behind you plus one in each of the cars."
Criticalfault whispers once more, "Well lets hear your bulldrek engine start…with that look he gave..shouldn't take much.."
Shaking her head to the tap Haley says, "No way chummer, we're chem sealed in here." She points to the back of the truck and she says, "If you guys break the seal onna back of this truck ya might as well shoot us now."
Criticalfault nods in agreement and begins to seal up his suit taking slow deliberate movements to prove he's not going to believe they aren't stupid enough to do it.
The ganger unslings his shotgun and points at the drivers side window. "Lower the window." He says, obviously an order and not a suggestion. "You in wrong type of vehicle to be worrying about seals."
Criticalfault says "You aint heard about our companies fall out? Man we've had to retrofit some crap just to get by!"
Popping the lock on the door, Haley rolls down the window and she says, "You got it chummer." She looks over the guy and props an elbow on the open window saying, "So what can Oi help ya with?"
«STAFF» Numb says, "Guess I should ask first, still got the masks on, or just just the suits?"
The ganger frowns at the way you are both dressed. "Don't like shit coming through our territory unannounced like. Especialy crap that is bad for ya health." He says, geasturing with the muzzle of the shotgun. "What say you pay us a hazardous waste fee for moving through our area, about three hundred, just to make sure things stay nice and safe."
Criticalfault nods hasily, "Look man, we'll pay it, just let us go so we can keep this drek unwraps alright?"
A bright smile shows on Haley's lips as she says, "Well shoot hon, Oi'll pay that just not to have this suit punched fulla holes." She reaches down between the seats and opens the flap of her purse. She pulls out a thousand in UCAS script and she offers it over to the guy saying, "Here ya go, don't have a credstick on me."
The ganger takes the bundle, eyeing it a moment to make sure it isn't padded or obviously fake. Once sure of that he gives a shake of his head toward the car blocking your path, and it backs up out of the way. "Get out of here. Don't want to see your death crap in our area again!"
Criticalfault sits back and starts to think on how to make this plan work better .oO(I bet they charged us more because of it…damn it..nice going Jace..)
Not being a mind reader, Haley is blissfully unaware of the thoughts going through Crit's head. She puts the truck into gear and rolls the window back up. She refastens her seatbelt and locks the door. Pushing down the accelerator she speeds out of the roadblock moving a little faster than they did coming into it.
Criticalfault mutters, "Sorry Cookie…my fault"
«STAFF» Numb says, "Ok. Gimme one more pose pulling up to an apartment building, and I'll close the scene out."
"Shoot hon, don't worry about it," comments Haley in a great mood. She points a thumb over her shoulder and she says, "Oi didn't wanna hafta kill that guy right now anyhow. Oi'm in a kinda good mood." She reaches down and switches on the radio turning the channel to something that plays upbeat music.
Criticalfault does his best to smile and shrugs, "Well..i guess no one got shot…but damn i hoped it would have been a bit easier on us was all. If i knew it would be chump change…i wouldnt have bought the suit and other crap..oh well. Lesson learned."
With a meh sound, Haley says, "Hey you got us past the checkpoint no sweat. Oi had no idea how ta move somethin' that big. If it was pocket sized it'da been easy, Oi know a Rat shaman that runs the line with pocket sized stuff alla time."
Criticalfault looks at the window at the apartment sprawl as they arrive, "Well…your contact, but we'll call it even I guess, maybe i'll get you a little extra on your TV bundle or something when we get back."
A big trog comes walking out of the building, the one in the photo, flanked by three other trolls. All are armed rather heavily and wearing shit you might see in a warzone. They walk out to the truck that's pulled up with weapons drawn, a wary look on their faces. "Whatchoo want?" The leader calls out, keeping an eye on the chemsuited pair inside the non-descript truck.
Criticalfault puts his hands up slowly, "We got a delivery for a mister smith, that you?"
Climbing out of the truck Haley says, "You don't hafta sign up for it or nothin'." She closes the door behind her and she looks over the people who walked out.
Criticalfault takes off his head peice and mask, climbing out of the truck as well, "Of course, there is a service fee."
The big troll eyes you both. "Ain't no smith 'ere. Get ya going." He says, waving with his gun even as you both climb out, which prompts the rest of his men to fully draw weapons.
«Plot» Haley says, "Who was our contact, it said on the chip."
«Plot» Criticalfault says, " Thats him, he's just confused about the suits i'd bet"
«STAFF» Numb says, "He name wasn't smith."
Criticalfault says "This package is for you and no its not dangerous. You expecting something i know. We just needed a way of getting it to you. I figured you wouldn't want to be referred to as…well i hope you understand, its biz chum."
«STAFF» Numb says, "Tootlin Teddy"
«STAFF» Numb says, "Drive up in chemsuits, give out the wrong name. Raising a lot of flags :)"
"Well we prefer to go by Mr. Smith than to start issuin' out names," says Haley. She looks up at the troll and says, "But Tootlin Teddy has a package, an' ya look like the right guy ta me."
«STAFF» Numb says, "These are gangers who take pride in their names. :)"
The Troll nods a little. "Be expecting shit, ya. Where bit it." He says, still looking wary of you and his cronies keeping their weapons ready incase of trouble from you two.
Unzipping the suit, Haley peels it off carefully she says, "Oh no problem big guy." She makes sure not to make any quick movements, but she's also doing her best to assure the armed men she's not packing any hidden weapons.
Criticalfault says "We got it in the back, we get our cred and we take our truck. You get your case, everyone wins."
Criticalfault also slowly takes off his suit, showing his hands when he can to the spooked gangers.
Criticalfault says "Even made sure to get the truck that had a nice ramp to make it easy for you chum."
Teddy moves to the rear with his guards, waiting for the truck to be opened up. Once it is, one of the men climb inside and easily handle the crate that took both of you to struggle inside. With a nod from Teddy, a crowbar is pulled out and the top is popped open, giving you a peek of disassembled weapons of very large caliber before it's closed again. The crate is taken away by one of the trolls while the rest keep an eye out on the street. Stupid runners might as well have put a 'shipment here' sign on that big ass new truck.
"Here." Teddy says as he tosses you both a credstick. "Certed. Now get this thing out of here before trouble shows up."
Criticalfault hums for a moment and nods, taking his credstick and pocketing it. "I guess we'll be off then."
Dropping the credstick into her pocket, Haley picks up the suit and she climbs back into the driver's seat. She locks in the crash harness and she waits for Crit to climb into the truck she says, "We'll even get ta return this truck in time for ya to get your deposit back."
Criticalfault clambers back into the trunk's passenger side and kicks his feet up on the dash, "Lets hope so!". Crit then takes his chance to hijack the radio for awhile.
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