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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

Not necessary, but helpful. I didn't check Roll20 as you had mentioned you rolled beneath the 7 to hook the grapple so I thought maybe you'd not rolled the other. I'll just check Roll20 from now on.

Posted on 2018-08-15 at 17:16:52.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

Looking forward to all of the posts! Let's bring this game to life again, please.

Great post, Tann. I need an Athletics check too, please.

Posted on 2018-08-15 at 11:20:25.
Edited on 2018-08-15 at 11:21:03 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Running a Game Advice for GMs/DMs

Visuals are certainly something that assist the less imaginative. I would often draw scenes of what they would face.

Posted on 2018-08-15 at 00:00:26.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A

Seems as though Aranwen had a half-night stand.

Posted on 2018-08-14 at 15:19:35.

Topic: Running a Game Advice for GMs/DMs

I have difficulty gaming with people who don't take it "seriously." And I agree. Why wouldn't you want an on-going campaign with a full-fledged storyline? I swear it's the video game influence in youngsters.

Sheesh. Gee-whiz! And all that other stuff.

I currently have a game that I run with my kids. I have all but one child who is interested in gaming and one of my sons' girlfriend plays as well. Seeing how they are in Utah, Idaho, and Connecticut I use What I've found is that I'm out of practice as a tabletop GM. Giving descriptions is more difficult than it used to be, jumping in and out of NPC skins is challenging, and even the storyline has become troublesome.

Maybe I'm just getting old.

Posted on 2018-08-14 at 15:18:30.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

I have made a decision. I will write out the player characters that don't have active players starting with my next post. This means that the following characters will be removed from gameplay in the very near future:

  1. Vegas

  2. Echo

  3. Blossom

I've posted in the recruiting thread for additional players but have had little-to-no responses, so I'm going to assume that there's no interest from other players and I'm not going to campaign for players that aren't interested or motivated in making the effort to post or get in touch with me concerning their challenges.

Just an FYI.

Posted on 2018-08-14 at 13:17:34.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...

Serenity does not often come to the warrior class, but in sleep—in righteous sleep—a servant of the Battle Lord finally finds peace. At least, until the scream tears through his respite like an archer's arrow through chainmail.

"The inn is beset,” Ch'dau's snarling rumble echoes through the hallway, “To arms, my friends!”

Now sitting upright on the worn mattress of his rented bed, Gib responds instinctively and rolls to his feet, snatching up his shield and sword from the bedside as he does so. With a practiced swing of his sword, he sends the sheathe across the room revealing the well-cared for blade. In times of emergency, there's no time to don armor so he will rely on his shield, swordsmanship, and the oversight of Therassor, the Honored General, instead.

Trusting that the Silver Cat would have alerted him to any danger in the corridor, the warrior priest quickly exits his room and makes his way towards the direction from whence the scream came, shield in front of him, sword at ready. Battle Lord, grant me prudence, skill, and awareness that I may serve thee well.

Posted on 2018-08-14 at 11:37:03.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A

Thanks for the info. Post forthcoming.

Posted on 2018-08-14 at 11:28:56.

Topic: Running a Game Advice for GMs/DMs
Subject: Running a Game Advice for GMs/DMs

Interesting concept. Thoughts? CLICK HERE FOR ARTICLE

Posted on 2018-08-14 at 11:15:42.

Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs

Here, too, is another suggestion. 

How feasible would it be to do as Facebook or Google+, Twitter, etc. does and when you type a +Name or @name into the body it notifies that user that they've been spoken to via PM / Email?

Posted on 2018-08-14 at 11:14:02.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A

I thought Ch'dau was wearing a breastplate too...

What are your rules for donning armor? How long does it take?

Posted on 2018-08-14 at 11:09:42.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

I appreciate the posts, y'all. Still have some more to go.

Posted on 2018-08-13 at 18:57:20.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A

I was able to post. It ain't anything important but it does give some additional thoughts.

Posted on 2018-08-13 at 10:34:57.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

Nomad, I've replied to your PMs with information pertinent to your post. Thanks for reaching out! Keeper and Giddy, I need to know what Ghlahn and Bloodbank are going to do after reporting the pending riot.

Posted on 2018-08-13 at 10:33:01.
Edited on 2018-08-13 at 10:34:27 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty

Dio Lasad sits in the captain's chair monitoring incoming reports and doing his best to focus on the task of cleaning up after the failed sabotage attempt. Excitement and nerves have all subsided now and the crew of the Peregrine is now about responsibility. With the captain and the first mate attending the accord, Dio finds himself in command, and it isn't a position he's keen on messing up. With a dutiful eye towards detail, he pushes all ponderings about the progress on the Gamera Spaceport and addressed the latest incoming message. With the reply sent, he scans the department reports for anything that requires his immediate attention. Seeing none, he takes the PADD in hand and continues his personal report.

Captain Jacobs' insistence on pursuing his own agenda is apparent to me. Captain Jacobs ignored valid information, pertinent reports, and relevant data delivered to him by personnel that had it been acknowledged, could have saved lives. By insisting on threatening the...

Captain Drake is sure that he's going to wind up in a penal colony and while Lasad isn't as confident that his new captain is destined to be retired, he is sure that there will be an investigation. So, the Ops Officer is determined to get the details down on record while they are still fresh on his mind.


The threat might be over, but that doesn't mean that there aren't others. A single-pronged attack seems unlikely to the ex-Imperial Guard.

"I don't think we can expand the sensors any further without launching probes," Ensign Dalia Maize frowns and folds her arms beneath her breasts. "Do you really think that there's reason to worry? After all, Captain Drake is now on the station and he doesn't seem to be concerned."

"To put one's baskets in the same carton seems irresponsible," Asovil remarks, eyes on her screen with math flowing before her icy eyes and completely oblivious to her mistake. "Captain Drake has a lot on his mind and he's relying on his officers to assist him in achieving mission success.

"As an Imperial Guardsman, we often ran combat scenarios that included ambush. If the enemy can present one attack, it is only reasonable to assume that they can mount another... maybe even a third and fourth."

"Isn't this something that Security and Tac should be handling?" Dalia presses.

The Science Officer looks up from her algorithms and raises her thin, white eyebrows. Atop her head, her antennae swivel and press forward. "I am not ordering you to do anything outside of our purview, Ensign.

"Now, if we need to launch probes to extend the sensor range, I suggest we put together the proper figures and present the options to Lieutenant Lasad sooner rather than later."

"Yes, sir," Ensign Maize curtly remarks. It seems like paranoia to her, but she will follow orders.

Posted on 2018-08-12 at 20:29:17.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

Thanks for the post, Keeper.

Posted on 2018-08-12 at 19:14:56.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A

Ooooo! Fun all around! Really glad you joined us, Blackthorn and we get Ayrn back! Huzzah!

Just to avoid the necessity of posting the mundane (which I have no problem doing), Gib will retire to a room if one is available where he's  going to be engaging in prayer. If he has to share a room, cool.

Posted on 2018-08-11 at 19:13:30.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A

Sorry to learn of your familial situation. 

I've a family BBQ tonight but I'll attempt a post for the characters I control as well. I'm pleased that this isn't the end.

Posted on 2018-08-11 at 18:43:56.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA


Well, now. If'n we're leavin' then we won't even know nothin' 'bout this little silver screen moment. Grrr.

Posted on 2018-08-11 at 00:32:59.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A

I'm confused. Did you end it, or is there more? Do we get to see whether a court martial happens?

Posted on 2018-08-11 at 00:25:55.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA

Me too!

Posted on 2018-08-08 at 23:53:21.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG

Day 2, Whitefall - Necessity, Rocinante, 11:00 AM PT 

Wyatt lounges in his usual chair at the table watching Stephanie eat the egg and bacon sandwich with a knife and fork that Ma had made for her. He's waited patiently for her to check in with Chloe and now he's anticipating her telling of the meeting with Petrie.

“So, I knew that there would be little chance that I would be able to talk to Petrie," the doctor politely starts in on her tale. "But I thought if I could get a quick word into his ear, he might meet us somewhere or at least be open to communication. This is really quite lovely, Trish – Thank you very much."

Ma nods her appreciation and makes a rolling hand gesture of “keep going.” For his part, Wyatt can't help but feel a little frustration. Stephanie had gone off and worked a plan without including him in her planning and he doesn't care to be left in the dark on matters such as these.

“So," Stephanie continues, "when I reached Petrie and got hold of him, I realized he was injured. So I came up with a plan quickly to use that as a cover…"

“How? How did you know?” Sam asks, but Sung isn't concerned with these particular details. He's starting to realize that opportunity presented itself and that maybe this hadn't been something their doctor had premeditated.

“Oh. Umm...” Stephanie stares blankly at Sam for a few seconds and says, “The stoop of his back and the way he was sitting revealed he was in pain and bracing himself. When I touched his arm, I could see the seepage of his wounds through bandages. As a doctor, you sorta notice these things and make deductions based on that.” She explains in a rather dismissive tone, almost as if she thought you wouldn’t believe her. “Anyway, there was this time on my last ship when one of the captain's ex-girlfriends had us at gunpoint and threatening the ship, so I used my hypo-spray to tranquilize her. In this case, I slipped a Fentanopryl patch into my hand and applied it to Petrie’s arm. It worked instantly and he went down so I could intercede as a doctor.”

“You drugged him?” Asher asks incredulously.

“Yes.” She looks perplexed, “Really it is difficult to tell a story without my motives and techniques being questioned every few minutes.”

"All right, y'all pipe down so Miss Stephanie can get through her story," Wyatt quietly orders and then addresses the doctor again. "Go on."

Very well,” She said with a hand wave, “So I knocked him out, made it look like an emergency and I needed to assist him alone. I was afraid that the doctor in town might be on the payroll of Patience and I would have to deal with him or her as well, but luckily he wasn’t and for the exchange of a dermal mender that I have extras of anyway, we came to an accord.  Really, the Alliance should do something about that. These outer planet doctors are supposed to be part of the same medical board and societies as the core planets and they need decent equipment. I will have to bring that up at the next board meeting. The cost of a basic operation set is nothing compared to the...”

Wyatt clears his throat pointedly.

“Oh, yes. Sorry. So once I had Petrie alone we talked. He does love Chloe and he hates this place and his father and wishes to run away. Unfortunately, he is scared of his father, Patience and the great unknown of the ‘Verse. However, I gave him my ear-mike so he can communicate with us discretely and we can arrange for him to meet us when we – what do you call it? – make the drop tonight?  Do the Job? Lift the goods? Really, they say we doctors use confusing jargon. When we assemble our new client and leave this planet?”

"And we can trust him?" Captain Sung asks flatly. "I could see someone settin' this up as a ruse t' ambush wouldbe interferers."

“I have been a doctor for many years. I have had people tell me their Mistresses are their wife or their daughter. I have had many lies spun around me addressing the moral situation when all I care about is the injury. I know when someone is lying to me and Petrie wasn’t. He is scared. He is terrified of making a move against his father. He is even more scared of Patience. But he does love Chloe and does want to do right by her. Whatever that may be in the end.”

Sung considers her response in silence and then simply nods, slaps his hands to his knees, and rises from his chair. "Then we best figure out a way t' smuggle the boy aboard. 

"Wolf, can you rig a container to fit the boy comfortably enough? Maybe somethin' tha' has a false top so as t' throw off the nosey? Ma, can you make one of the smugglin' holds comfy enough t' pass some time in 'til we're far enough away from this dirtball t' let 'im out?

"Asher, help Wolf," Wyatt looks around at the crew. "Not a word o' this t' Chloe, so no speakin' of our soon-t'-be passenger anywhere near her, er others fer that matter."

Day 2, Whitefall – The Warehouse outside of Necessity, 9:00 PM PT

The Spaceport is due north of Necessity as is Eagle-eye’s ranch. The East is the stockyards where the cattle are displayed, traded, and sold. Due south is “the Warehouse.” The Warehouse is a building built back in the day when Whitefall was being terraformed. It is where all of the heavy equipment went to stay dry and contained during the rainy part of terraforming. It is a huge building, all metal frame with the foundation driven 10 feet deep into the ground. The roof is industrial steel about 100 feet above and the bay doors to the place are big enough to let Rocinante in and have room for two friends.

The Warehouse is set up like a carnival. There are all sorts of food vendors, drink vendors, and those carnival type games like knock over the milk cans and ring the bottle. There are jugglers, magicians, and clowns. Some storage crates have been brought in for businesses to open up little shops selling clothing and trinkets. The Honeydew even has a double storage crate set up service. The air smells of popcorn, grease, and smoked meats. The “Main” bet placement area is surprisingly non-busy with only one name down to fight Black Bart at the moment – Dawes man – Jacob.

The main ring is the highlight of the event, set up on a platform so it is above the main ground but not high enough that people can not see the fight. Lights set up to illuminate it well, and screens going up so those who can’t get close can see the battle. It has a large open area around it for the crowd to gather and then in the four corners of the Warehouse, there are smaller rings set up for other side fights for the hands that don’t want to fight Bart. The betting on these fights seems less “controlled” with many different bookies available with mostly similar odds.

It is very busy and there seems to be more people coming from all around.

“You want me to put you on the board?” Eagle asks Wolf, “Or do you want to hold off and do the surprise challenge thing. Up to you. If you go up now, people gonna be curious, wanna check you out – including Patience.”

Wyatt looks askance of his mechanic. He's not keen on Wolf getting his face smashed just before they take on cargo and risk (at that), but he also doesn't care to interfere with his crew's personal lives... at least most of the time. In this case, however, Eagle's commentary sparks an immediate response from the captain.

"Don't put 'is name on the board," Captain Sung intercedes. "I want no reason fer Patience t' be any more curious 'bout anyone of us than she already is."

Posted on 2018-08-08 at 23:52:24.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure

Outside the Upstairs Downstairs Inc. Building | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 2:03 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)

Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

“And I went the opposite direction,” Echo adds after Fixer reports his uneventful stroll. “There’s a side entrance to the building down that alley. It’s kinda tucked back into this alcove and I think there’s some sort of security camera there, but that’s not really my specialty. There’s a fire escape above the door though, and that might be promising.”

“There’s a number of public hotspots available and I’ve found external IPs for net service,” Blossom explains what she has been doing while the others were searching the building’s parameter. “The IPs are all ghosted, so I can’t tell which belongs to which entity, and I don’t imagine any of them are hooked up to their intranets. I was able to discover a heavy datafeed, and I mean heavy. Were I to guess, I’d say that it belongs to a security entity and a powerhouse one at that. Probably a couple of wardrivers on staff to man constructs and digital defenses for whatever company they work for.”

“Long and short of it, folks,” Vegas adds with raised eyebrows, “we’re gonna have to get inside just as we had thought. Ideas on how we do that? Way I see it is that we’ve gotta break into the street level and deal with whatever security they have there, then work our way to the eighth floor and do it all over again.”

“Other businesses within this complex are…” Blossom pauses while her deck brings up the data within her optic splice. “...on the street level; sporting goods, hobby—um, leatherworking—fuel cell retailer, costume store, cosmetic surgery, dentistry, a pharmacy, a steakhouse, a law office, a coffee shop, and a psychic.

“The eighth floor has Upstairs Downstairs, a theater, a kitchen and bathroom display room, a vet, a VR arcade, a consignment shop, a female clothing retailer, a smoke shop, and a laundromat.”

"Ok, so we go in. As expected. What about that fire escape? Was it covered by the camera inside the door, if that's what it was?" Fixer pauses to allow his thoughts to formulate for a few moments. "We just don't know much right now. Once we go in a door, we don't know what we will find. What we could use is a diversion of some sort. It might allow us to get a better look at what is inside or distract people while we get all the way in."

Staring directly at the building, Vegas chews on the inside of his cheek considering their options. “Is that fuel cell retailer open, by chance, love?”

Blossom freezes as she accesses the Web again. Waiting impatiently on the information, Vegas tries to keep from holding his breath. This run is proving to be difficult at best and he can certainly use a break, especially as a leader in this fractured company.

“No bueno,” the Asian woman shakes her head causing her wet platinum tresses to roll about on her jacket shoulders.

“Damn!” Vegas drops his gaze to the pavement underfoot and rubs the back of his neck just below his hairline. “Okay, so it’s like Fixer says; our best bet is that fire escape.

“Echo, what’s the best approach so we can get a look?”

“From the other side,” the nomad woman quickly states. “If we go down the alley from this side, we have to cross in front of the entrance and if that’s a camera in there…” she shrugs.

“Right,” Vegas nods. “Then we have a little walk ahead of us. Unless there’s any objections, that is.”

(OOC: Assuming no objections&hellip

Sloshing through the rain, the group of edgers proceed in the direction Fixer and Casino had originally gone. The hour of the day has reduced human traffic a little, but not much, and street traffic (both on the ground and overhead) is barely impacted. Their new course, however, is unobstructed and they soon find themselves standing in front of the alley entrance.

Vegas holds the team up with an outstretched hand while he assesses the path ahead but seeing nothing alarming he abruptly decides to continue. A couple of minutes later and they are standing just outside of the opening to the alcove beneath the fire escape some three body-lengths overhead.

“What do you think?” the crooner poses to his companions while staring into the misty rain at the metal platform above them. “Looks like it could go all the way to the eighth floor…”

“The ladder is on the side over the—” Blossom waves her dainty hand towards the bow in the face of the building’s wall wherein sits the door. “—place where the door is. How’re we going to get up there?”

Fishing his agent from his pocket, Vegas intends to reach out to Ghlahn and see how he and Bloodbank are doing. The sniper can’t see down the alley and the solo feels that he should let the pair know where they are in case he wants to relocate. Just as he’s remembering that they still haven’t really shared their agent numbers with each other, he catches sight of the message icon. While keeping one ear open to the discussion concerning gaining access to the platform, he mentally commands the message open and reads through the contents.

“Sh**!” he hisses into the toxic air.

“What?” Blossom reacts with a startled tone.

“Cred Stick Charlie sent a message some time ago and I’m barely seeing it now. Got one from Starlight too. Looks like we may have another team to deal with. Santa thinks we’re moving a bit slow. Dammit!” Looking up to peer upon his companions, the solo continues with the bad news. “Starlight’s message confirms Charlie’s. She’s also pushing that Charlie is on our team and we’re to make good with him. Cred Stick Charlie says he’s procuring vehicles for us and then will be linking up.”

“Ya,” Blossom adds quietly, “he made a request of me to research LEO’s and their schedule to our area just to be sure. Haven’t had time to handle that request yet, though.”

“Just what we need,” Vegas snarls. “Not like we weren’t already painfully aware of the clock we’ve got with the kidnapped kid, but now we’ve got to look over our shoulders for a clean-up crew?

“We’ve gotta wrap this, choombattas,” the well-dressed solo sweeps his eyes over his teammates. “Whatever reservations we’ve had about Charlie’s gotta go. Whatever hang-ups we’ve had about each other’s gotta go. We’ve got two objectives now: stay alive and find that kid before the cleanup crew finds us. That means we’ve gotta work together, keep our heads on a swivel, and be sharp. So, now’s the time to really step up our game. How’re we gonna get our asses up to that office?”

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 02:21 AM PST)


Near the Parking Garage two blocks from the Upstairs Downstairs Inc. Building | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 2:03 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)

Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

“There ain’t no way we’re gonna let them bring that filth into our communities!”

“No way!” A cacophony of excited voices follow the declaration and the edgers find themselves being pressed into a crowd of rainswept citizens swilling about like water circling the drain.

Standing atop some article that places him head and shoulders above the crowd is a man of caucasian coloring with a shaved head that’s tattooed with various symbols reminiscent of the Nazi movement. Clenched fist held high over his shiny head, optic splices lit up, he sweeps his hand over the crowd and bellows, “We have a right to sleep well, secure in our freedom to defend America!”


“They can’t take that from us!”

“Down with those towel-headed b*****s!”

“Get ‘em out!”

“Are you gonna let them sit up there to plot their next attack?”

“Hell no!”

“Burn ‘em!”

“We’ll stop ‘em!”

Surging bodies push into the pair of edgerunners, jostling against Bloodbank and Ghlahn without caution. Yelling their anger with energy the crowd quickly enfolds the pair into their midst moving them back the direction they had come.

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 02:19 AM PST)


Edgerunner Enclave | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 12:05 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)

Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Waiting for the AV to arrive, Luther kills time by producing his agent once more and going about his work maintaining his business. A countdown display in the peripheral of his left optic keeps him notified of the taxi’s time of arrival. With about a minute remaining until his ride appears, his agent’s call notification lights up… the contact information running in front of his right eye belongs to Starlight.

“Charlie here, what’s up Boss Lady?”

“What’s the 411?” his boss sounds tired but alert.

“Your team is on their way to check out the last known position of the kid and I offered a few things but most of them didn’t want anything to do with my offers, so I sent them on their way. I’ll check in on them after picking up some transportation for them just in case they get lucky, let alone some sleep. The whole thing is a cluster muck. I can’t send feelers out because it’s either going to take too much money or will take weeks to get some information.”

“You’re not with them?” Starlight sounds a little surprised. “You trust that they’ll get this job done without any further mishaps needing your oversight?”

“They don’t need nor want a babysitter, Starlight,” Luther states defensively, picking up on his superior’s sudden change in tone. “I can’t do much overseeing unless they are willing to work with me, Ms Starlight. You left a big vacuum hole after leaving but your boots on the grounds man is doing the best that he can. I have been told by several members of your team that ‘I’m doing too much’ (Blackfolk slang) as they have grown a conscience while edgerunning. To me, they are not combat effective and don’t recognize my role within the team’s food chain. I have offered to assist them with UAV support but when I attempt to establish—”

“Listen, Charlie,” the tiny fixer remarks dryly, interrupting his posturing. “I think Santa may be bringing on another team. It’s been two—going on three—days since the contract was inked and Santa is growing impatient. I want you on-site helping to see this thing through. Understand?”

“Wait…” Cred Stick Charlie balks. “You’re not really adding me to this group, right? I mean, I thought that you wanted someone to replace you temporary ‘til you healed up and—Yeah, I understand the brevity of this… so, how many hours before Santa’s elves come to gift wrap us and place us under the Christmas tree?”

“I don’t know, Charlie,” Starlight answers. “They could already be onto the team, they could be hours off. Doesn’t matter. We finish the contract. So, ya, you’re in Ace Kool with these people until the end.

“Look, here’s the four-one-one,” she continues hurriedly. “I didn’t just select these schmucks at random, Charlie. Spring Heel Jack has given me leave to expand. I need a team to build on our rep. This could be a long-term relationship, savvy? We just need to get everyone working together and I’m relying on you to make that happen. All boats float when the waters rise… see?”

“Fine…” the well-dressed street dealer concedes, “I’ll convince them and if you would be so kind as to send out a group message that everyone’s butt is on the line I’ll get more active with the group as a whole. I’m picking up one vehicle and I’ll hold and operate the vehicle for them, ‘til someone out of that group understands what is at stake besides their lives.

“Starlight, I’m not trying to mess up your street cred or reputation. I’ll do whatever it takes to finish the contract and get the train back on the rails.”

“Good. Now, this business with the Chinese—Ya, I know about it—Jack doesn’t like it,” Starlight is referring to her superior in the organization, Springed-Heel Jack. “He says you’re cutting in on the Tong’s dance partner and they’re likely gonna strike back. How deep are you into this? Can you get out?”

“I needed some resources,” Luther starts to explain, “but your group didn’t want to play ball so I went off the reservation for a bit and I have only just one contact in the corps for resources. Can I ask for a sit down before going toe to toe with the dance partner? I’m not trying to start a Tong war or even a little conflict, I’m just trying to make deals, make profit, and not end up sleeping on the ground like your group.

“As for how deep… ‘get in where you fit in’ (Blackfolk slang) as us Asian folk say. I quickly made a ‘niche’ for myself already because the yoke was already taut and I saw opportunity to open a door with those that are willing to bargain with me.

“As for investments… I’m getting my vehicle fixed and a gal that is a good resource for me as a secretary. I got the better end of the stick and am willing to fight for this one, but if Jack says that I must cut things off then I’ll cut my losses and find a deal… if possible.

“So in short… I could get out of it but I’m willing to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight for these people, if you don’t mind, Starlight. I’ll roll the dice, move my mice, and take some lumps but I think that these people—in the long run—would be good assets and I would like to keep them… please, let me try to work this out.”

“I know you’re churnin’ butter, choomba, but the Tong? C’mon, man,” Starlight contends.

“I’m willing to deal with the Tong rep if you think that Jack is willing to give me time to clean up a mess. Do you think that Spring Hill Jack will give me a shot at this title?” Luther counters. “Hey, I’m willing to do a sit down and work things out before they are broken, all that I’m asking for is some time to sit down with Jack’s permission to clean up this mess and to make a few deal along the way.”

“The quick answer is a simple, no, Charlie,” Starlight responds flatly. “But, I’ll talk with Jack again and see if I can’t persuade him. It’s the frackin’ Tong, Charlie, the frackin’ Tong. This is some high-level sh** so I can’t guarantee anything, you understand?”

“Well,” Charlie presses. “I want to try to cut a deal and trade not giri necessarily, but ‘action’ in the area that I’m working. No percentages, but flat fees, monthly, and I think with what I might be able to offer them, they might want to hear. I don’t have ‘juice’ but I feel that the dynamic for the economy could be changed mutually to the benefit for all, if given the chance to layout my business plan, just sayin…”

“Ya,” Starlight acknowledges. “I feel ya. Look, focus on this gig, keep our interests moving forward, and help keep these edgers alive. I’ll see what I can do for you in regards to this Tong mess. No promises, but we’ll see. Good-bye, Charlie. I’m countin’ on you.”

The click on the other line indicates Starlight is through with the conversation leaving the fixer to immediately act on his new instructions. Mentally calling up his messaging service, Charlie finds Vegas’ contact information and adds him to the message.

Contris: Open

Tag: Open


Msg Team Ldr (Vegas) All of our butts are on the line and a clean up team might be coming to all of us if results are not satisfactory to “Santa Clause.” No chance of using an “Escape Clause” due to Elf hirelings that are very effective in wrapping up “gifts.” I’ll be on scene after acquiring transportation to assist with air assets and egress. Starlight wants me in a more active role in this “procurement” so, I looking forward to working more closely together with you on this assignment.

By direction of Ms Starlight,

Mr Charlie

Pulling up the remaining time until his AV-4 taxi arrives, Charlie considers changing the vector of the AV-4 and possibly be dropped off to deliver the shoes and then make the “time hack” for the fuel point to acquire transportation assets. He is growing more and more tired, though.

Returning to his messaging, the fixer pulls up Blossom’s contact and begins constructing a message for her.

Blossom, Charlie—Can you query the response time of LEOs to your area so that I can make preplans for egress if the the balloon goes up, please.

Changing his message recipient again, Charlie sets up instructions for Hui to make calls:

  • Yo Suk-Chul, follow-up for some shoes (Passports) so that Charlie can make a stop to drop them off before going to the SF fuel point.

  • Fixer Tomás Japón to assist with picking up a vehicle or pick up “shoes” for delivery.

  • Fixer Flore "Feathers" Messier to assist with picking up a vehicle or pick up “shoes” for delivery

  • Rocker "Kelsey Dawn" to sign for a “Gig” for the battle of the bands at a venue.

  • Message “Fluke” three minutes out before landing

And sends them to her. Having accomplished that, the fixer turns his attention to some searches in order to further his business. He’s holding out hope that Starlight can come through for him with Spring Heel Jack—a mysterious man he’s only met once way back when Charlie joined his organization under Starlight—with the Tong, but in the meantime, he has an already approved business he might be able to automate with an identity printer.

Shielding his agent screen from the misting rain, he mentally activates the search feature and types in his search keywords. First, the regular Web, and then if he doesn’t return anything useful, he’ll dive the Dark Web. As the results come flooding back onto his screen, Charlie finds himself staring at price points of 4,000 cr or more.

A couple of minutes later and the air overhead becomes turbulent as the AV-4 slips into position before descending to the street level. The side door slides open and the comfortable passenger bench seat is presented. Unlike AV-4 evac service vehicles, taxi AV’s have the cabin completely closed off to the passengers with bulletproof lining the likes of which can take a .50 caliber round and probably still be sitting pretty. Climbing into the belly of the boxy beast, Charlie checks his agent for a reply from his new secretary.

“Where to?” the pilot asks over the interior comms system as the side door slides shut and the sounds of the city are neatly barricaded outside.

Your friend, Yo Suk-Chuk, does not answer. Hui’s message is front and center on the screen having been prioritized by the AI in the device once Charlie’s thoughts turned to Hui’s instructions again. Maybe because it is after midnight? I’ll try the others. When will you be home?

“Hey!” the AV pilot calls through again. “It’s your dime, buddy. You wanna sit here while the meter is running, I won’t complain none.”

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 12:10 AM PST)

Posted on 2018-08-08 at 02:37:19.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

FYI - Giddy has taken Bloodbank back over. Still trying to find a new player for Vegas and I'm crossing my fingers that Aletheia hasn't deserted us.

And, I have updated the game. Looking forward to everyone's posts! Again, if you have questions, communicate them to me. If your characters are in proximity, feel free to discuss things on this forum before posting to speed things up a bit. Let's move this forward.

Posted on 2018-08-08 at 00:18:08.
Edited on 2018-08-08 at 02:39:18 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Cyberpunk - Flesh & Blood Recruitment


Posted on 2018-08-08 at 00:16:44.


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