Iron Stars - vizarr

@Vizarr Numani

**Level Up**
Level: 2
Focus: Hacker lvl 1
Old HP: 8
HP Roll: 11
New HP: 11
New Skills: Sneak 0 for 1 SP, Pilot 1 for 2SP, Program 1 from Hacker
+1 STR for 1 SP
Current AB: 2

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(you should have program too from hacker iirc)

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(Awesome, any preference on a next mission? Or I've got stuff if you don't)

(i'd like to start looking into my brother's whereabouts or fate in polychrome. maybe confront a gang or do some legally questionable sleuthing. unless you think it's too early for such an adventure)

(We can certainly try to run down a gang)

2:43 PM

(I'll get something together!)

2:43 PM

(if you want to do any shopping with your 5000 credits just make a shopping list here)

(i want to buy a Thermal Pistol [-300 cr], and a lazarus patch [-30 cr]. then i want to spend time adding 1 mod to the pistol: Customized (Fix-1) [-1000 cr]. my Maintenance score is 1+0+1x3 = 4 1 week? in a workshop to apply the mod? or half time if i do this full time [-700 or -400 cr for workshop rental])

(Lazarus patches and other TL4 pharms are not available in iron stars, we use the frontier medicine from our rulebook instead. It would take an entire week and you'd have to rent the workshop, we can say that time just passes and then if you want to go hunt a gang down, or convince them to stop distrubing the peace we can get into that, hopefully turning over some leads for your backstory in the process)

(ok, i'll replace the laz patch with a MedPak. total cost is: 300 + 100 + 1000 + 700 = 2100. off to adventure!)

(Are you alright with another PC helping? He likewise has some goals dealing with the gangs, and each of you has a backstory thing there)

(yep!)

@Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt

9:59 AM

(Ian Holt!)

10:01 AM

Ian Holt looks to be assigned to this mission as well , and the CFR wastes no time assigning you to tackle a gang infesting the eastern neighborhoods outside the reach of current CFR patrols. The gangs there prey on the locals, tax security resources, and more importantly, seem to be ignorant of the fact that one of the city's primary stain seals is located firmly within the blocks they control. They need to be removed, or relocated.

A wiry, gaunt figure with an unkempt, straggly beard and shoulder length dark brown hair approaches slowly. You see the orange-red glow emanating wisps of grey smoke just before you smell the acrid burn of cheap, synthetic tobacco, which is all anyone but the wealthiest few can get their hands on here. As he gets closer, you see the wear and fade on his well-worn leather motorcycle jacket. "You must be....uhhhh....Vizine? I think we're working together on whatever this is."

"Vizarr," the the similarly scrawny man corrects. Resembling a mechanic, he carries a backpack strapped with gear and gun and a sly look of determination. "Ian Holt, is it? I'm looking for someone; last I heard they were involved with these gangs. Plus, the Republic can use some help with the cleanup. You got a weapon if the air lock blows, so to speak?"

Ian takes one final drag on his cigarette, crushing the glowing butt with the heel of his boot. He briefly glows with a feintly visible charge of telekinetic energy. "So to speak."

Great, a psychic. Oh shit! Can he read minds? Uhh ... leather jacket. cigarette. fire. explosion. oxygen tanks. Yep, mundane thoughts. After a slight eye roll, there is a hint of panic before composing himself. "Good. Seems useful to have a psychic. This gang mugs locals in the eastern neighborhood? Do you know if they have a safehouse?" (edited)

Ian smirks a little, not giving up yet whether or not he can hear Vizarr's thoughts. "Not that kind of psychic. Wherever they are, we'll have to find them the old fashioned way. Luckily, though, I am a bit of a scumbag. I might have some friends out there who know a thing or two."

(if we want to find them, we can get a connect/cha Ian)

Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt

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Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt Request: [2d6] Roll: [5, 3] Result: 8

You remember a bar nearby that you used to frequent in better days. Not everyone there is after you, and you might find a friend or two among the patrons to get some idea of whats happened in the neighborhood since you left.

“I think I know a place. It’s a bit rough, but the drinks are cheap and the patrons can probably help us out if we’re there on the right day. Follow me.” Ian motions for Vizarr to follow, and heads toward the bar

The interior of the bar is exactly what you'd expect from a dive bar on Polychrome. The interior is dark, and the lighting is very low. There are a few groups of people playing various card games at tables. Another group of four in the back of the establishment are talking in low voices- and those look to be the friends Ian is looking for.

Ian leans in to Vizarr, talking in a low voice. “Those are my dudes back there. Hang back a second, and come join us if they don’t stab me.” He then carefully approaches the back table (btw, I’m on vacation this week so I’ll be a little slower than normal and in a different time zone) (edited)

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Vizarr looks over his shoulder and convinces himself, "Is this an ambush? If these guys jump me, I can take them. Fast draw, take out two before they know it. Run to the kitchen if they flank the front door. You hear that, psychic? Don't try it." He affirms to Ian, "I'll wait for you to wave me over."

It looks like for the moment everyone is going to be relaxed and is not willing to cause a shootout in their favorite bar. You're permitted to approach and sit.

Ian waives Vizarr over, slides into the booth, and orders a round of shots for the table. “We’ll deduct this from what I owe ya, yeah?”

Vizarr thanks Holt and slams the shot, "Woo! That's smoother than the rocket fuel I'm used to. So hey, you boys know what's going on in the eastern districts? Seems a bit lawless over there. *tsk* I was looking to open a mod-shop there."

“Oh, uhhh, this is Vizarr by the way. You can trust him, he’s cool.”

They nod once, saying hello to their new companion in a manner of speaking. "Mess over there, the Crimson Fingers are ripping the neighborhood apart. It's not even robbery anymore, its just terror. They don't even steal from half the folks they kill"

“Any idea where they’re posted up? We’re supposed to, I don’t know, talk them out of it? These new guys are sending us. The Boot something.”

"Hyper-Cube Meat Market last I heard, that's where people who cross them tend to disappear to"

Ian signals to the bartender for another round. “Hey, thanks. And thanks for not stabbing me. This time.” Ian leans in to Vizarr. “We shouldn’t hang out here too long. Who knows who might show up. We got a lead, let’s hit it.” Ian pauses. “After this round. And maybe one more. We’ll see.”

Vizarr is very clearly a lightweight: his eyes are half-open already and there's a grin on his face. He winks, "Meat market?" He inhales quickly in a half-hiccup. "I hope they're not eatin people. Bunch of butchers, sounds like." He grows somber. "Let's head there soon. Scope the place out."

"They might be" one of the gangsters says "Food is hard to come by, meat especially. Something that's not vat grown especially especially. "

“Anyone out that way we can talk to when we get there? Figure out the lay of the land?”

"Some of the locals maybe. Doubt it though, they're seen helping you and its a one stop chop for them as well"

“How big of an operation are we talkin?”

"Ten core guys, bunch of first timers trying to make a name for themselves and get membership ,most don't survive their jobs"

Ian thanks his friends and slides out of the booth, motioning for Vizarr to follow. “I think that’s our in. Pose as new guys trying to make it in, learn what we can about how they work”

Vizarr, still feeling a little light-headed, struggles to get out of the booth. He thinks, That was smooth. "Sounds like a plan. How far are we willing to stay undercover though? Keep up appearances without mugging and killing innocents?"

Ian laughs before he realizes Vizarr isn’t kidding. “Right! Innocents on Polychrome!” “Oh. Uhhh, look, we’ll stay alive, we’ll get the job done, and we’ll try not to hurt anyone too bad. In that order.”

Waving goodbye to Ian's pals, Vizarr heads for the door. "Anything else to do before we head to the Hyper-Cube Meat Market? I'm ready."

“Best to just get started, unless you need any supplies”

(I think we're good for the moment on stuff, we don't really have a reliable way to pick anything up)

Stepping outside of the bar and into the street, Ian pulls a pack from inside his jacket and taps it against his palm before retrieving a cigarette, holding it by the filter in between his ring and index finger, but not yet bringing it to his mouth. “Come on, I think I remember the way to the Hypercube.”

The streets for the moment are quiet. It’s late afternoon in the artificial day /night cycle the city survives under and most are either at work, or safely inside away from the violence in the street. You see a crew of technicians repairing a stain seal and even a blood thirsty gang like the local one you’re here to put out of business would respect those specialists enough to leave them alone. A body with something nailed to its chest hangs from a light pole at the end of the road. It is also missing it’s feet.

Gruesome. "Not exactly welcoming decor for the neighborhood," he says to Ian. Vizarr double-checks that he still carries his pistol but does not brandish it. He cautiously approaches the hanging corpse to look at the pinned object.

It looks like this was a member of a different gang based on what remains of the tattoos on the remains of its partially flayed arms. The pinned sign says "Fuck You!, Stay Out!" and the cables gently creek as the body spins.

Ian finally brings the cigarette to his lips and lights it. “Poor bastard. That’s why you don’t get tattoos while drunk. We have to keep moving, but keep your eyes open.”

There is a faint blue light in the mobster's jacket pocket. Vizarr narrowly catches it as the body swings to face him.

(too much GoT on the brain: i assumed the body was naked.) He reaches into the pocket and pulls out the source of the light.

There is a compad here. The screen is cracked and broken, but there is still enough of it left for you to scroll and get a general idea of what might be on it.

With bewilderment and incredulity Vizarr stares at the compad. Getting Ian's attention, he whispers, "Who would leave this body without taking their belongings? Might want to keep a lookout." (Vizarr will attempt to access the information on the compad, hacking it in need be. He wants to know who this mobster was, and what was their most recent conversation or message.)

(program/int)

Vizarr Numani

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Vizarr Numani Request: [3d6k2+2] Roll: [6, 6, 2] Result: 14 Reason: Program/INT with Hacker

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THe mobster's name doesn't seem that important but his last message was from what looks to be a partner, asking why he did not come home, and if he was out there cheating again. Prior to that, he was messaged by someone known as Crale , wanting him to take a few boys and take a look into Crimson Finger territory. The fingers had been moving in on their territory, and the gang wanted to hit back in some way. It looks like a couple Crimson dealers were roughed up before whatever series of unfortunate events befell this poor man.

“We can use this. Either we play these guys against the crimsons and maybe they take each other out, or we screw ‘em over to get in with them. Either way, let’s send this Crale clown back a message with a geotag and time to meet.”

(how many hours from now we thinking?)

(I was thinking like a day, to give us plenty of time to scope it out, but what do you think, Vizarr?)

(oh yeah, i like this plan. a day is good)

(if you give me some general parameters of a place or setting you think it would be safe to meet at, we can describe them and then I can put a scene together from there)

(How about like an abandoned building?)

(would it make more sense to meet them in a crowded place, like a New Jersey diner or italian deli?)

(I was worried about being seen together, but if it somewhere loud enough, like a bar or something, that could work)

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(There are plenty of public places in the city, if we wanted to pick a bar or like fairly crowded restaurant, we could, or yeah going the other way, lots of empty space too)

(Let’s go somewhere public, loud, and dimly lit)

You find a large public cafeteria nearby, and it looks as though this has customers and other patrons at all hours of the day, and should suit your needs for a public meeting with a dangerous individual.

Ian focuses intensely on Vizarr, screwing his face into a grimace from the strain. A series of random images shoot through Vizarr's mind. A scene from a movie. a plate of food either remembered or desired. Two hands entwined in the grass on a sunny day. A flash of the inside of a supply closet accompanied by an intense sensation of mortal fear. The images vanish almost as quickly as they arrived. Heeeey Buddy. Sorry for the rough landing there, I haven't pulled this trick out since my days at the academy, and even then I wasn't great at it. I forget what we called this, but think of it like a private compad channel that our brains have formed. As long as I can keep it open, we can talk to each other without, yaknow, talking. Might come in handy when we meet with these guys. I think this spot is good. Public enough that it would be too risky to cause a scene, anonymous enough for us to just blend in. No one here is gonna remember any of us over their cheap beer and sandwiches. (Using Trasmit Thought to open communication between me and Vizarr during the meeting. 1/4 Effort used) (edited)

Nearly spitting out his orange juice, Vizarr's eyes grow wide with panic. "Holyyyy sh*t! Crazy psychics... Don't roast my brain, all right?" (do we still need to message crale, or we assuming that already happened?)

(We can say it happened and we told him to come here, unless you guys had specific terms you wanted him to keep to, like no guns, ect)

9:22 PM

(We should establish that now before we push on, just so we know what the ground rules are.

(we probably had to tell him who we are or at least what we look like. else how would we find each other in the crowd? and then since he knows we are no longer his contact, i'm not sure he would come unarmed if asked. i think maybe being straight forward is the best play, "we found this. we might be able to help each other. meet us here")

(Ian, what do you think?)

(I think that makes sense. Like “you’re guy’s dead and hanging from a light pole. We might have enemies in common)

(Would we request he comes unarmed? if he does is a toss up, but are we asking?)

(i'm having a big debate about this, but i think saying to come unarmed signals that this is indeed a diplomatic negotiation. so yes, we tell him unarmed. my gun is already stowed, but i'll stash it with the rest of my gear under the table or somewhere close)

(lets get a sneak/dex for how well its stashed_

Vizarr Numani

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Vizarr Numani Request: [2d6+2] Roll: [6, 2] Result: 10 Reason: Sneak/DEX

(that'll be his DC to beat when he arrives. Anyone have any other prep or should we kick this off)

(I'm going to activate telekinetic armor now just in case, 2/4 effort used)

(i'm ready)

Your contact is a man in his mid age and looks to be heavily cybered up. He doesn’t seem to notice the weapon taped under the table. Nodding once as he spots you , he sits down in the booth next to you with a hiss of hydraulics.

Ian doesn’t turn his head to look at the man. He keeps his focus on the coffee cup in front of him on the table, his hands wrapped around the thick paper, feeling the warmth as wisps of steam escape. “Look, we know you’ve got no reason to trust us. We just found your guy like that, and had a pretty good idea who did it. I think we got the same kinda problem, and it’s big enough that we’ll be better off working together to fix it.”

You get the sense you should continue. He begins setting up a small device to ensure you’re not overheard before speaking. “Are you freelancers , or something else? I’d like to know who I’m working with before I pass on anything sensitive “

Ian pulls up the CFR logo on his compad and flashes it before putting it back in his pocket. “New outfit, but they’re…we… are trying to turn this place into a… well, into a place. Like one where butchered fucking bodies aren’t hanging from streetlights. They’re not gonna care about slinging a little dope here and there, but these Finger guys, they’re really shitting in the punch bowl. They’ve gone too far and people are afraid to leave their homes. We’re here to get them to cut the shit, but they don’t seem like the type to have a reasonable discussion over a cup of tea or whatever. So it seems to me that the best way to solve this problem is to work with you and yours, if you get me.”

"What do you need from me? Pushing a little dope is all we're doing, not killing people, not like this. I can't even keep my own guys on the street with this around"

Ian risks a glance at the man and snickers mirthlessly. “Shit, dude. All that hardware and you won’t throw down? Guess we’re back to plan A, then. You know what kind of tea they like?” Ian picks his coffee up and puts it back down without taking a sip. “Sorry, that was uncalled for. Anything you can tell us about them would be helpful. Where do their shot-callers hang out? Any bars or clubs they like?”

“It’s not just about my chrome. I can handle myself sure. But one on five? On ten? You know those are bad odds. Even for someone like me. “

7:28 AM

“I know they’ve got two blocks around the hypercube all spotted out , lookouts , errand runners , serving them means safety. At least more than any other in the neighborhood would have”

“Any other crews beside yours getting crowded out? Any shot at assembling a parlay, working out some alliances?”

"Why all the slaughter? Are the Crimson simply sadists, excessive intimidation to carve out a little drug territory? Or is there another dark purpose or goal they seek?"

"I think they're sadists. And they want to use fear to keep their territory to themselves"

Ian stares into the inky blackness of his coffee before finally taking a sip. “Ok, so we know that their leadership are a bunch of sick fucks. But it also sounds like most of their rank and file joined up just to not end up hanging from a light post. Maybe we can use that.”

"Do you know anyone named Hugo Numani?" (edited to add) Vizarr shows Crale an image of Hugo on this dataslab. (edited)

He looks at the picture for a few seconds before shaking his head no. "No, might be using a different name though if he's doing work here though. Most freelancers do, especially back in the corpo days. How long ago did he go missing?"

Vizarr keeps his gaze on the image of his brother. "It's been about a year since I last heard from him. I didn't suspect you would know anything, but figured I'd ask." (i don't know what else to ask this guy. should we start surveying the hypercube?)

“One last question, anyone else we should be talking to? Maybe other crews who are also fed up with getting strung from light posts if they step out of line?”

He thinks for a moment before you can almost see a lightbulb go off. "Duskstriders. They actually own this club. If you tell the bouncer that you want to speak to the Jeffe, you'll get a meeting. Just let them know who you are and what you attend to do. They've been hiring any contractors they can to try to do something about the Crimson Fingers. I can't promise direct backup, but you might be able to at least get some equipment or some intelligence"

“Duck… Striders? Fuck. We’re in trouble, aren’t we?” Ian puts his cup down and pushes it away. “Alright then. Thanks for your help. We’ll be in touch. Come on, Vizarr, let’s go meet these birdwalkers.”

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(the bouncer is here at the club outside, so we can talk to him to try to get a meeting or leave- we're under the radar so far so I don't think they'd have much reason to suspect you're not just the average patron)

(What do you think, Vizarr? Should we talk to the bouncer or just leave?)

(i don't know who the Dusk or Duckstriders are. if you don't want to involve them, then let's leave)

(they're just another gang in the area. We won't know anything about them or what they can do for us until we talk to them. So the choice is really do we want to find out more about them or see what we can do on our own) (edited)

(yeah this is the first ever mention of them, just another small time gang)

(oh sorry, i misread your post above about wanting to meet them. let's do it) Vizarr slams the rest of his orange juice and slides out of the booth. "Thanks for your time, Crale. If you have a change of heart, or hear anything, let us know." Vizarr gives him his contact info.

"We'll be in touch soon, the Crimson Fingers need to be stopped, I don't think anyone here would disagree with that. "

Ian sends a thought to Vizarr, along with the image of a melting clock. at least that wasn't a complete waste of time "Ok then, let's go find that bouncer." Ian stands up and starts walking toward the entrance where the bouncer is stationed.

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He is throwing someone out at the moment for trying to bring unapproved drugs into the establishment, and after giving the fellow a hearty shove, you sense you have his attention now.

"Crale told us you were the guy to talk to about setting up a meet. We've got a problem in common. A crimson one."

"Oh yeah? And you want help? Guns? I can arrange the meet , just need to figure out the party favors:

"Depends on the party. And who's invited. Let's talk first. We gotta be smart about this."

“Go around back and tell them the Doorman let you in. They’re going to search you for weapons and they’ll put them in the amnesty box once you get inside. You’ll get them back when you’re done”

Stepping outside, Ian takes the opportunity to retrieve a cigarette. “You ready for this, Vizarr?”

"Yeah, let's hope this crew is more willing to risk something to end the Crimson's terror. You got a way to get us out of trouble if this goes south?" Vizarr taps his temple and waggles his fingers.

Ian turns his head to avoid exhaling smoke directly into Vizarr's face. "I might have a trick or two. Still pretty rusty, but should at least buy us time to get out."

"You know that stuff will kill ya," he lectures with a smirk. Vizarr walks through the smoke towards the back of the building.

There is a guard here and true to form you’re asked to turn over any weapons before being allowed in. The passphrase is given.

9:36 AM

(If you’re concealing anything we have a sneak /dex to make )

Vizarr sizes up the guard as he hands over his pistol and grenade.

Ian almost tried to walks past the guard before remembering the knife in his back pocket. “Oh shit, almost forgot this little guy. My bad.”

(Are we trying to sneak anything in? )

(I’m not)

(no)

You are brought up the stairs to a large room above the club. You can hear the beat of the music from below. In addition to the four armed guards in this room armed with a combination of Tempests and submachine guns, they keep watch on the leader of the Duskwalkers, who sits behind a large desk covered in credit sticks and illicit drugs. She looks up as you enter the room, grimacing slightly. "Hear we got someone we don't like in common, have a seat, we should talk"

Vizarr sits with a smirk. "Quite the security for two unarmed dudes. I guess this place hasn't changed much. I'm Vizarr; you must be Ms. Duskwalker? You've got the right of it: Crimson Fingers taking more than a five-finger discount. They've attracted a lot of attention."

“Security’s not for us, buddy.” Ian gestures with an unlit cigarette toward the table of drugs as he drops heavily into a chair. Retrieving his lighter, he makes eye contact with the gang leader for the go-ahead to light up in her office. “Like my friend here said. These crimson fucks are leaving turds in a lot of punch bowls. We hear your punch bowl in particular has more than its fair share of floaters. Ours too. We want to do something about it, and we need your help.”

"It could use a good skim" she agrees, admitting the situation begrudgingly. "Hypercube is a fucking fortress though. We've tried getting in more than once. It's a death trap in there, and only the fingers know the way in" She takes a long drag of her cigarette for a moment before continuing. (edited)

8:24 AM

"We have been trying to get one of them alone, got a friend here that can strip the knowledge right outta their head, but they know what my crew looks like. We get them, we get the codes, and the path through the building, I'd send my guys in there in a heartbeat to trash the place and kill the lot of em"

“So if, hypothetically, some folks they didn’t recognize got one of them alone and brought them to you…”

"I could have my brain noodly friend here pull their thoughts apart for the information. Then we cut their throat, of course" she says, as though describing a run to the corner grocery store.

12:53 PM

"Unless...you wanted to be the ones to take them apart. "

"nah." Ian finally draws the cigarette to his mouth and, cupping his hands around the end, flicks the lighter and inhales. "Seen enough of the insides of folks on the outside for one lifetime, thanks. We'll leave the dismemberment to you." Ian exhales smoke. "We'll nab you one though." (edited)

"Just one. It's something they all should know. We can do the rest once you get them back here"

"Can you extract everything a person knows? We'll kidnap one of the Fingers, but I have a question or two I'd like answered before they're discarded." Maybe I should take up smoking. All the cool people are doing it, he thinks to himself.

"We can , but questions will help guide their mind to the answers you're looking for. Like navigating a highway with a map instead of just trying to guess based on the direction of your destination" she says, doing her best to try to explain something she is not very familiar with herself.

"If we bring you someone, can my buddy here get in there and ask a few questions while your brain guy's got the thing open?"

"Of course. You;re doing the leg work, it's only fair, we're partners in this now" she says, offering a hand to shake to each of you.

"A deal then." Vizarr shakes her hand. He'll wait to leave or get someplace private to discuss the next steps with Ian.

Ian also stands and shakes the extended hand, depositing the smoldering butt of his cigarette into the ashtray on her desk. As he makes his way to the door, he shoots Vizarr the image of an empty booth tucked into the corner of the bar they had just left that will make a good place to talk in private. First round's on me.

(You would get your things back, and can go back into the club to talk)

Ducking into the club and sliding into the booth, Vizarr asks Ian, "Kidnapping a Crimson... do you think our original plan of playing dumb and getting mugged will work? You or me, " he adds meekly, "walk down an alley near the Hypercube, and we get ourselves jumped. Cavalry comes in, and we bag ourselves a red fish."

Ian swirls the brown liquor in his glass contemplatively before slugging it down. "I think that's risky. They don't seem like the types to take someone on one on one. We gotta try to get one alone where they can't stack up on us. Maybe one of us poses as a buyer while the other hides out and gets him while he's distracted?" Ian takes a long look at Vizaar and then catches a glimpse of himself in a reflection. "Best I play the role of buyer. More, uhhh, believable."

"Buying? I thought they were robbing and killing. But yeah, maybe some of them sell contraband. I don't have a stun baton; I could try tackling."

Ian gives a well meaning chuckle. "This really isn't your scene, is it? These guys are moving product. They're dealers. That's why all the guys willing to help us are also dealers. They're getting muscled out of their turf. Remember the message on the hanging body? Stay the Fuck Out, it said." (we probably would have time to pick up supplies before we do whatever we're doing so we could pick up a stun baton)

(yeah I would say so, there's no external time crunch where you're going to miss your chance, one night is as good as any other

Vizarr nods along. "Ahh.. fixing stuff for space pirates isn't so... subtle. Ok, let's get some supplies." (buy Stun baton, 50 cr)

(Ian, need anything?)

(No, I’m good for now)

The stun baton arrives by courier a couple of hours later, and you remove it from its case as the motorbike speeds around the corner out of sight.

Ian watches as Vizarr gives the baton a few practice flicks. "Good call, that'll come in handy taking someone in alive. I think we spend a night or two trying to scope out their corners, and see if there's anyone out there alone or who looks green enough that we can nab 'em. When we got a target, I'll approach as a customer, and you sneak up while he's distracted. Make sense?"

"This is going to go perfectly. I'm ready." An excited Vizarr swings the baton around to get a feel for its weight.

9lets get a notice/wis each for collecting that info, and we can figure out how to approach from there)

Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt

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Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt Request: [2d6] Roll: [3, 1] Result: 4

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(6. bot wasn't responding in here, so i did it in dice-channel)

Vizarr notices that there is a drug pusher on a Nearby corner and that he seems to avoid more than a one on one sale with anyone. Every half hour drone passes overhead that doesn’t look to be registered

In the distance to not draw attention to himself, he says to Ian, "Hey." He nods toward the drug pusher, "this might be our mark. I can hide over there by the junk. Turn his back to me, and I'll rush up with the baton in my jumpsuit, give him a good thwack!"

Ian roughly rips a cigarette in half, rolling the remaining end in between his fingers until it looks like something he might have picked out of the trash, roughs his hair a bit, and, catching a glimpse of himself in a puddle is slightly dismayed at how little effort it took to make him look like a street junkie. Nodding at Vizarr, he shoots a quick message telepathically. remember, this private brain channel works both ways. If you need to tell me something without giving your position away, just think happy thoughts in my direction. As the words dissipate, Ian hunches his shoulders and ambles toward the dealer. (edited)

(lets get a sneak/dex for Vizarr, and that will basically resolve while Ian is approaching the dealer. Since he is being engaged in conversation I'll dock his notice check accordingly)

Vizarr Numani

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Vizarr Numani Request: [2d6+2] Roll: [5, 3] Result: 10 Reason: Sneak/DEX

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Nekosmash

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Nekosmash Request: [2d6-1] Roll: [6, 1] Result: 6

(you are not seen as Ian begins engaging them in conversation. I tihnk they'd pass about 30 seconds or so in conversation before you're in a position to act, but the dealer would not see you moving into said position)

Ian send the image of a bronzed likeness of Vizarr swinging a stun baton on a trophy with the words Nice job, buddy. I'll keep him distracted, you bring it home. He scratches at his beard as he approaches the target. The roughed up cigarette dangles from the side of his mouth. "Hey man, I just need a little something to get right. You got me?"

Vizarr emerges from the behind the junk pile and advances quickly toward the dealer. He pulls the baton out of his jumpsuit and swings hard at the target.

(I tihnk Vixarr would get a surprise round, the full minute for the unawareness of an execution would probably take a couple extra checks, so I think would more than likely end up with you being noticed. At least this way you folks get something)

(all right, so i'll roll an attack?)

Vizarr Numani

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Vizarr Numani Request: [1d20+2] Roll: [9] Result: 11 Reason: stab

(Yes. That hits. Just need damage )

Vizarr Numani

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Vizarr Numani Request: [1d8+2] Roll: [2] Result: 4

The blow takes them but surprise and they cry out in pain but not enough to incapacitate them. (Initiative )

Vizarr Numani

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Vizarr Numani Request: [1d8+2] Roll: [8] Result: 10 Reason: init

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Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt

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Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt Request: [1d8] Roll: [5] Result: 5

Nekosmash

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Nekosmash Request: [1d8] Roll: [6] Result: 6

(Vizar, dealer, ian) (edited)

Ian's arms briefly surge with telekinetic energy, catching himself just in time when he remembers they need this guy alive. The feint glimmer rapidly dissipates, and Ian throws a sloppy, undisciplined punch at the dealer's jaw.

Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt

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Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt Request: [1d20] Roll: [10] Result: 10

(shit, sorry, I totally missed that the numbers were opposite)

(i didn't say anything because i thought i didn't understand some rule or older version of initiative)

Vizarr Numani

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Vizarr Numani Request: [1d20+2] Roll: [15] Result: 17 Reason: baton

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Vizarr Numani Request: [1d8+2] Roll: [7] Result: 9 Reason: damage

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The dealer has only a chance to look at you, before collapsing as the stun baton takes him in the back.

"Shit, now what? We gotta carry him back to the Duskwalkers. Grab under an arm, and we'll carry him like a friend who's had too much to drink." Vizarr communicates telepathically.

Good thinking Ian sends an accompanying giant thumbs-up as he slides his arm through the gap between the unconscious dealer's shoulder and armpit, hoisting him up. This might help some, too. Ian focuses his telekinetic energy on the limp body, lifting it up slightly and lightening the load on their shoulders. (using telekinetic manipulation to make the dealer a little easier to carry so we can move quicker, 3/4 effort used)

It takes you half an hour in your telekinetically assisted stumbling walk before you return to the Duskwalkers, with your prisoner in tow. You'er welcomed inside and are permitted to keep your weapons this time.

A dull thud resonates across the room as Ian releases his telekinetic and physical grip on the body at the same time. "Wasn't easy, but we got one."

"I see that. Well done, both of you. Before we rip him to pieces, you said you had questions for him?" the gang leader asks, nodding to one of her associates, a woman with dark skin, kind eyes, and a shaved head where you can see a firewall port has been drilled into the side. It still has the everlife stamps on it

Vizarr pulls up the image of his brother on his dataslab and shows it to the Duskwalkers. "This is my brother, Hugo. Have you seen him before? He's been missing. I also want to ask our captive here if he knows anything."

He has seen Hugo. The Crimson Fingers took him captive and forced him to fight in some kind of underground fighting pit. Hugo won his match, but this ganger has not been back there since that night, about two weeks ago.

Staggering in disbelief, and closing his mouth after realizing it was agape, Vizarr declares with angry determination, "Well shit. I gotta stop this fighting ring. Cruel sons of bitches running gladiator matches. Do you need us to help clear out the main compound?" (i assume we can probe the captive's mind for the location of the arena?)

(Yeah we'll assume we just know it from what we've learned so far)

"ooooh, fuuuuck me" Ian mutters to himself, suddenly aware that he is about to, for reasons that fully escape him at the moment, offer to abandon what had become his central guiding principle for the past six years.Keep your head down, stay out of sight. Stay alive. He puts a firm hand on Vizarr's shoulder. "If, uhhhh, you could use an extra pair of hands out there saving your brother or whatever, I'll tag along."

The captive looks to be a drooling mass of nonsense now as the telepath begins making notes on a datapad. Access codes, routes through traps, challenge phrases and responses , the keys to the Crimson kingdom are within reach, and yours for the taking.

Ian tries to hide the nervous quake in his voice as he lights another cigarette. "I guess we're doing this, then. Vizarr, you wanna ride with the Duskwalkers on their raid and split off when we get close to the pits, or did you want to try to slip in quietly before the party starts?"

His scowl subsides for a moment as Vizarr meets Ian's eyes. He nods, "Thank you. Let's bust in with the Duskwalkers." He stashes the stun baton in his backpack and draws his pistol to check the sighting. "We'll break off once inside and head to the arena."

"We doing this tonight then?" she asks, as the telepath continues working. The victim is bleeding from the ears now, and looks to have the slack mouthed expression of a simpleton on his face.

Ian takes a final drag and flicks the butt toward the mound of jello that used to be a drug dealer. "No sense waiting."

Aloud to no one, "What did you get me into this time?" Vizarr sighs before putting away the dataslab. He faces Ms. Duskwalker, "Tonight."

"Tonight it is. Why wait. Lets do this now" she says, everyone seems ready enough, and a few hours will just serve to inflame nerves.

Vizarr swells with anxiety. "All right." He gives one more glance at Ian before stepping out of the room and to where the other Duskwalkers are prepared. "We've got each other's backs, yeah?" he asks Ian telepathically.

Ian sighs heavily, as if he is trying to exhale all his doubt and fear. Yeah, buddy. I got your back.

The Duskwalkers full strength is about thirty gangers, and ordinarily even with this kind of a numbers advantage over the Crimson Fingers, the traps and security measures within the lair would have cut this advantage down drastically. with access codes in hand, you enjoy a comfortable 3 to 1 advantage over the Crimson. While this raid is being done, you have your own objectives.

Let's stay to the rear of the pack, and split off when we can to find your brother Ian sends the message with an image of the two of them safely clinking beers behind a vicious firefight

(We'd have to get inside to a certain point, but you'll basically know your stop when you see it)

3:07 PM

(if that makes sense)

(Makes sense to me. That’s pretty much what I was envisioning I think)

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The walkers have checked their weapons,and cybernetics, and everyone is ready to head out. There is an air of confidence among them all as you begin making your way down the street. Leather jackets, flashy cybernetics, and weapons are on full display. This is the last show for many of the people walking in this group and even with beforehand knowledge, the Crimson are fierce fighters and will claim many lives. The Hypercube is a head, and you can see evidence of the Crimson and their grisly night hunts strung up in front of the building in the things that used to be bodies.

Ian moves steadily but deliberately forward in step with the duskwalkers, staying just a few paces behind. A barely perceptible surge of telekinetic energy snakes up and down his body as he balls and unclenches his fists anxiously. "You ready for this, bud?". He asks the question out loud instead of using the direct telepathic link.

Vizarr, burdened not only with all the tools and equipment he's carrying, but also with the fate of his brother, thinks, we left Polychome for this shit; I can't believe we're still in it. "Yeah, man. Let's clean this place up."

Entering the front doors of the building you're held for a moment as the programmer among the Duskwalkers enters the access code and the two turrets concealed within pop-out ceiling tiles deactivates. Two sentries are also present, and a mob of Duskwalkers begin to run at them as they stand up from their card game startled. The wet gurgles of fighting and men being torn apart is louder than the sparks jetting out of the turrets. The aisles need to be swept, now free of traps, and the back room as well as meat department freezers need to be cleared before the group moves underground to the actual hideout.

Ian sends Vizaar an image of them joining the crew getting ready to sweep the back room along with a question mark

"The back room seems as good as any," Vizarr replies telepathically.

Three of the other Duskwalkers begin sweeping with you, and the traps that would have kept the door safe from you have been disarmed. You're left with two saloon style doors with dirty windows set in them at head height. You can see dark chains hanging in the room through the half light, though the large store room itself seems relatively dark. The occasional gunshot from the aisles indicates the other sweeping teams are running into trouble, but their progress doesn't seem to have been halted.

Ian crouches down as he moves forward, mimicking the motions of the more seasoned Walkers ahead of him. His hands glow slightly as a charge of telekinetic energy builds around them (prepping telekinetic armory now to form a Telekinetic Rifle - 3/4 effort currently used)

With a glowbug in hand, Vizarr pushes the door open. He tosses it into the center to illuminate the dark room, chains of shadow dancing on the walls. If there is no movement or apparent threats, he steps into the room.

(notice/wis Vizarr)

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Vizarr Numani Request: [2d6+1] Roll: [4, 1] Result: 6 Reason: Notice/WIS

You see the ganger, 20m from you crouched on top of stacked crates near the roof of the back room, training his laser rifle down at both of you.

In an instant, Vizarr draws his thermal pistol and fires a round at the ganger.

(I'd say you noticing him and his not realizing it gives you a surprise round, so hit and damage whenever you've got time and we;ll see what happens )

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Vizarr Numani Request: [1d20+6] Roll: [6] Result: 12 Reason: attack

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Vizarr Numani Request: [2d6+3] Roll: [4, 4] Result: 11 Reason: damage

There is a shot from Vizarr's weapon and the unarmored ganger tumbles from the top of the crates to smash its head on the floor. The body twitches for a few seconds as a lake of red begins spreading underneath the body. More storage crates fill the room, and it looks like there are loose tiles around the drain pipe in the corner of the room.

"Let's sweep the room, make sure no other surprises are lurking. What do you suppose is in these crates?" Vizarr weaves through the room, checking behind boxes and within any nooks. He'll also poke around the body a bit to check for key cards or a compad with messages on it.

Ian nods, and moves toward the drain pipe to check it out. He keeps his hands in front of him as if he was holding a weapon

There is a compad on the body. These crates held grocery items once, stamped with labels from a long defunct Everlife Industries packing subsidiary. THose food items have been eaten or thrown away , but the crates were left behind

Vizarr will pocket the compad for now, but he wants to remain aware of any new messages that might pop up or voice transmissions. Walking toward Ian, "This place is bananas. I took his compad; lettuce monitor their comms. You turnip anything?"

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Ian smiles. "Haven't found anything yet, but let's see what I can Russet up"

2

The most recent message on the compad has instructions ordering this ganger to keep watch back here. In two hours invited guests are going to be coming here and through this back room to get to the underground entryway to the fighting ring. This message said to watch those coming back here, and to keep the eventually coming admissions folks safe. People have tried to intimidate their way past them into the employee bathroom turned entryway to the arena before. Said employee bathroom is directly adjacent to this store room.

"Hmm. I think the fighting pits are through the bathroom other there." Vizarr nods towards the hallway. "Did you find anything in the drain pipe?"

Ian crouches down and peers into the pipe, also kicking at the loose tiles to see if anything is there

Nothing special looks to be in or on the drain pipe, the market did need an actual water outflow and this looks to be exactly how it appears. (edited)

“Nothing here.” Ian shrugs. “Sometimes a pipe is just a pipe, I guess. Let’s hit the head.”

Entering the bathroom you can see that the wall between the sink and the stall is false. There is the seam of a door that can be swung inwards here, and after a quick moment of searching you find the concealed handle that can be pressed in to make it unlock and swing on its hinges. A narrow staircase heads down into a grimy looking hallway below, lit by a handful of flickering glowbugs. You cannot see the end of the hall from the top of the stairs due to the elevation difference. (edited)

A wave of telekinetic energy surges up and down Ian's outstretched arms as he moves, slowly and crouching, toward the staircase. As he moves, he sends an image to Vizarr of the two of them moving slowly down the hallway, along opposite walls

Vizarr mimics Ian's movement, but along the opposite wall. His hand clutches his pistol.

(notice/wis. each of you)

Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt

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Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt Request: [2d6] Roll: [5, 3] Result: 8

There is a low rumble coming from the distant tunnel ahead, it sounds like it could be crowd noise, or loud music. Even more relevant, there could be a single set of footsteps approaching from down the tunnel, out of sight. (If Vizarr scores higher, we might get even more informaiton)

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Vizarr Numani Request: [2d6+1] Roll: [3, 1] Result: 5 Reason: notice/wis

Telepathically, "Someone's coming. Do we want to set up an ambush, or bluff our way past? We could pretend to be admitted guests."

Ian nods, and pulls out his compad to check if any passphrases to get into the fights were part of the infodump pulled from the ganger’s head, navigating his thought process telepathically to Vizarr as he proceeds

(No new information from Vizarr, so what Ian discovered is what the group knows for right now)

7:17 AM

Today's challenge phrase: The call out is : brick oven The return is : The best pie in town

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Ian sends the call and response to Vizarr in the form of a short vignette of two gangers approaching them, giving the call, getting the response, and letting the pair through. He then stands upright, casually lights a cigarette, and begins walking toward whoever is coming.

The sentry stands off to the side of the tunnel, the call out has been given and was answered properly, all that remains is to proceed to the arena for a night of fun. They seem to be unaware there is an attack by the Duskwalkers happening above, though without a doubt those groups will find their way down here soon.

Ian exhales the smoke from his last drag and turns back toward the sentry. "Hey, you know who's fighting tonight?" (Edit: WHOOPS! wrong character) (edited)

The name of Vizarr's brother is said, fighting someone named Noman the Destroyer. The match is going to be starting in the next ten minutes. Right now there is an intermission event where a Crimson Finger prospect is fighting against a "kill-bot" for the right to be initiated into the gang.

Vizarr stops, turns to the ganger. "Hugo... hey, is there a place where we could wish him luck before the match? I'm a big fan."

"Just gonna have to do it from the stands" he says "No one's allowed below the arena except for the pit master. Boss doesn't even go down there"

"Ah that's a shame. Thanks." Vizarr continues to walk down the hallway with concern on his face. Telepathically, "We can't let Hugo risk a fight to the death. Let's see the size of this arena and maybe get an advantageous seat in case we need to assist him in the brawl."

9:10 AM

(this is where we'd be standing as the tunnel opens up, we can see a distant stage with bleachers behind them. and some stands on the left and right here along the processional below you where fighters would come out)

Vizarr, in awe of the whole arena, takes a seat near the front. He starts sizing up the other members of the audience in a small-dog-about-to-yap-at-the-big-dog way. (how many in audience? any weapons? any obvious guards?)

There look to be about two hundred people here watching. There are six guards all standing down in the floor, below the bleachers but outside the combat ring so they don’t get in the way of a fight. They are armed with Rimworlder rifles , rugged , semi automatic projectile weapons

That’s too many for us to take on at once, not even including the two hundred angry fight fans who came to see blood. We gotta be smart about this. Ian sends an image of the two of them getting pummeled with those words. He then takes out his compad and looks for any information about the pit master, and if there are any codes or phrases to get down below where the fighters get ready

TP, "We need a diversion. There is a raid going on above our heads. How can we inform all these people of the attack? Maybe I can hack into their surveillance system and trigger an alarm?" Vizarr visually scans the area for any computer consoles or jacks.

this ganger did not have information to get into the pits, or anything high level since they were a relatively low man in the gang's leadership.

"Worth a shot. Come on, let's go see if we can find a terminal"

(we can ask the upstairs team for help on that if we want)

7:31 AM

(the assault is still going on, I think the Crimson would be trying to not let word get out so there's no panic , since they're making money right now)

(that makes sense to me. We can try to scoop up Vizarr's brother in the ensuing chaos)

(sure thing, shoot them a message and we'll see what we have to work with)

(Vizarr, do you like that plan?)

(yes! escape in all the confusion)

Holding up his compad, Ian loudly yells. “Fuck! I forgot to put a bet in. Lemme see if my guy will take a last minute”. As he talks, he types out a message to the Duskwalker raid team. Need some help down in the fight pits. Light on armed guards but too many sport fans for us to take on by ourselves.

(does one of you want to roll a program check for them? It would be 2d6+2 )

Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt

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Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt Request: [2d6+2] Roll: [3, 2] Result: 7

They can shut the lights off down here for thirty seconds, they can also intentionally set off a few alarms to draw some guards away to come upstairs and defend the market. THere might be some chaos in the stands since the alarms will be heard down here.

"Ah, fuck. I need a new guy. He won't take bets this late. Come on, buddy. Let's go get some beers." As Ian loudly speaks for everyone around him to hear, he sends a telepathic message to Vizarr. *Ok, the Calvary is coming. We don't have much time before shit pops off, but we also don't want to draw too much attention. Get us casually, and let's start making our way to the floor. We can grab your brother when everyone is going nuts. *

TP, "All right. Near the front to hop over the railing?"

Ian sends back the image of a thumbs-up and starts making his way to the front, moving quickly but casually like a guy who wants to get his beer before the fights start

Heading toward the floor, you both looks like revelers here to see the main event. No one questions your wandering and you don't seem to be the only ones milling about in the floor sections of the arena trying to find a place to stand close to the carnage.

Can you see your brother? If so, point him out to me. If I can get a line of sight on him, I can try to get into his head and let him know we're here, and to book it to us when the lights go out. I'll have to break my connection with you, but I'll be back.

"He just came out of the doorway down there." Vizarr points to a dark-haired man who looks strong, but tired. Hugo's resemblance to Vizarr would be immediate if Hugo didn't look so beaten and mentally exhausted.

(I think we might have skipped a step here)

(We did, but we can run with this if we want)

(works for me if you're cool with it)

(fine by me)

(i'm cool with whatever. but what is the current scene/situation then?)

(as described. Sorry, I asked you if you could see your brother rather than setting it up for Neko to tell us what we could see. That should have been his call, but he's rolling with it). Vizarr feels a palpable lightness in his head as Ian drops the mental connection between them and focuses all of his mental energy on Vizarr's brother, essentially asking for permission to be let in with this message: Hey, be cool. I'm a friend of your brother's. He's here with me. If you look to your left, you'll see us. We're here to bust you out. In a minute, the lights are gonna go out and all hell is gonna break loose. When that happens, come find us. We won't have long.

lights out in five seconds, be ready The message comes back. You hear the faint pop of gunfire though it does not seem like anyone here has really registered what it is yet

Having lost the direct mental connection, Ian leans in to Vizarr. “Go time!” He then starts pushing his way through the crowd, moving toward Vizarr’s brother. His whole body shimmers with surges of telekinetic energy

Vizarr barely hears Ian over the bestial roar of the crowd. Glancing around, Vizarr swells with disgust. He scowls at the faces twisted in elation and bloodthirst. These people: cheering for a fight, for pain, for death. Fury burns in Vizarr. He pushes past a shirtless man who shouts for harm again Hugo, "Crush his skull!". The man is beaming in revelry. Vizarr clenches his fist and attempts to punch him square in the jaw.

Ian grabs Vizarr and tries to yank him away, positioning himself in between the two. “Sorry, my buddy here is real drunk. Big Hugo fan.” As he tries to shuttle the two away, he whispers into Vizarr’s ear “focus, buddy. Focus.”

The lights go out as the team above kills power, and the entire arena is plunged into darkness. Nothing illuminates the dark for a long second ,before the ring is lit in emergency red. Hugo is strangling his opponent, taking advantage of the momentary confusion. The crowd is beginning to try to get out of the bleachers and stands, much to the confusion of the guards.

Crouching into a defensive stance and scanning the area for immediate threats, Ian sends another telepathic message to Hugo. Having fun up there, guy? Come on, finish up and come find your brother. We have to fuck off with some urgency, here.

Vizarr's passion dimmed with the lights, and he shakes off Ian to turn to face the arena. "Hugo! Hugo!" Vizarr shouts to draw the attention of his brother. (is the fighting area itself fenced off? is it recessed in a pit? how high is the fall to jump or lift a person out?)

(It can be climbed into like a boxing ring, with those rubberized flexible ropes)

7:29 AM

(The height is something you could easily get into/out of, since the fighters need a way in themselves)

Vizarr climbs into the ring and rushes to Hugo. He attempts to get his attention and pull him off the other combatant. "Hugo! It's me. Hey, we gotta get out of here!"

Ian groans, but follows along, turning to keep his eye on the crowd and any immediate threats as Vizarr tends to his brother

Happy to not be strangled anymore, it does not seem that Hugo's opponent has any desire to keep fighting, and tries to crawl away in the darkness. Hugo gives the downed victim a spirited kick, before nodding once. His face is a wash of blood and scabs, and one of his eyes is swollen closed. None the less, he is alive, for now.

Ian gently but firmly grasps Hugo's shoulder. "I know what they did to you was fucked, but they're about to get what's coming. We need to get out of here. Is there a service tunnel or something that the fighters use to get in and out without going through the crowd?"

Hugo is having trouble speaking, but you see him point to a tunnel close to the ring that is dimly lit by red emergency lights. The guards have their hands full trying to control the stampeding crowd now, and don't notice what you're doing in all the confusion.

Ian slips his arm through Hugo’s and grasps his opposite shoulder, taking some of the fighter’s weight as he pushes the group forward in the direction of the tunnel. “Come on, we’ve got some fucking off to do!”

(lets get a sneak/dex from both of you)

Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt

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Parsnips Jackall | Ian Holt Request: [2d6-1] Roll: [3, 2] Result: 4

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Vizarr Numani Request: [2d6+2] Roll: [4, 2] Result: 8 Reason: sneaky

(we will take the better of the results here ,so we'll go with Vizarr)

9:35 AM

THe fighter's walk takes you to a locker room, and under the street through an access tunnel to an abandoned apartment building across from the Hypercube. The market is on fire now, and you can see fleeing Duskwalkers emerging from the building, many of them carrying spoils and plunder. Their leader is proving how she has the allegiance of so many armed men and women. Backlit by the spreading flames she dispatches yet another of the Crimson who have emerged from the smoke. Several of the enemy lay dead at her feet already, her long blade dripping with the blood that has clung to the edge. The Crimson look to have been almost entirely dismantled , and have been uprooted from their stronghold. Distant sirens announce the authorities are going to arrive shortly. and in Polychrome even fire suppression crews are armed. Everyone agrees its best not to be here when they arrive.

No longer franticly running, Vizarr opens his arms and embraces Hugo in a hug. Holding him for a minute, he releases Hugo and steps back to inspect his brother. Cocking a grin, "You look like shit. Let's get out of here." He turns to Ian, "Thanks. I owe you some smokes."

(3xp, 5000 credits each )

Ian gives Vizarr a friendly clap on the back. "Don't sweat it. Least I could do for a pal." He pauses to shake out the last two cigarettes from his pack, offering one up to Vizarr as he lights his own. "Although, if you're offering, my brand is Fuegos."

"Ah, what the hell. This can't be worse that huffing reactor fumes." Vizarr lights the cigarette and gets about a half-draw in before coughing violently. "Fuck cough me cough!."

(I think if we're leaving, we can escape in all the chaos without any trouble. Then it really becomes a matter of deciding what we want to do and I can move the threads in the directions they need to go to give this a nice conclusion)

With Hugo in tow, Vizarr makes it back to CFR lines, vanishing into the safety of the night's chaos. Medical services are called and Hugo is taken in to have his many wounds treated. A biopsionic healer is also called for, to ensure if there is any organ damage, it can be repaired without making his other injuries worse. You are told in a few days you can see him, and for now, one of the social workers advises you might want to look for some work to take your mind off things.

(hey sorry i've been MIA. holidays and work keeping the pressure on, and that likely won't ease up until new year. i hope it's not a problem to keep vizarr in stasis until then. games have been fun so far; i've enjoyed them

)

(No worries, I'll bug you at the end of the year! thanks for letting me know)

(gonna archive this for now, whenever you're free and feel like picking something up just lemme know)