Infinity PbP - Sunz Never Rest

I just use the DnD roller https://www.wizards.com/dnd/dice/dice.htm

You can do multiple rolls, the individual results show in the text box on the right

 

Weird. . . . .

Still not able to post / link anything from the Dice-Rollers that I usually employ. . . . .

Perhaps is an issue of the New Site that I did not manage to fix, or some problems with Spam-Filters of the last P.C. that I used. . . . .

Will try again later with different kind of forwarding tech. . .

Not that the very low Observation + Awareness score of My character will matter overmuch anyway, but if we enter proper Combat then will be needed all the stuff that we can bring. . . . .!!!

 

Suprised, but relieved, by the non-violent resolution of the tense meeting between the Squad and the Biker Gang, then Amyah relaxed a little when they Bosozuke went away and the target Hotel was reached. . .

Minding that modern Yujing I.S.S. Laser-Mikes could hear conversations in Cars by just sensing the sonic vibrations on the windshields then the beautiful Bourakite Woman carefully tapped on Her Com-Log the much needed questions, counting on the reliable Tactical Network that was cleverly prepared by the squad resident hacker. . .

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[Secure Tac-Net Comms. . .

Whew! That was a too close call for My comfort. . . !!

What do You think boys? It was just an happenstance? Or they were trying to intimidate Us because We are asking the wrong questions on the wrong persons ??

I still feel a lot out My depths ! Give Me a blood-soaked Triage Attempt on a shelled Battlefield anytime !!!

Jokes aside, I don't like at all that the Imperial Security Service is in force at that Resort Compound ! Even if they are totally unrelated to our Queries, they could be a "Royal Pain" to everything. . . !!

I think that could be wise to contact Our mysterious "Secret Agent" that was supposedly planted Here many weeks ago to prepare the ground. . . . . Eddie, there were Net Contacts in the Datachip that He surreptitiously gave You ???

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Also, I could not notice that our sagacious Hacker is still very unarmed ! Do You want to borrow the Gym Bag with my Light Shotgun to be prepared for anything. . .??

Or would You be rather feel safer with My Ariadnan Assault Pistol, to perhaps hide under the Jacket. . . . . ???

Mind that is a rather "Primitive Beast" with a hell of Recoil, and that still use Cased Ammunition, rather than fancy Plasmatic Thermal Caseless hi-tech Slugs that perhaps You are more familiar with. . . . . !!!]

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She opened Her rather light overjacket to show the Machinepistol sheated in a shoulder holster, and doing so, uncousciously showed off a rather large portion of a barely-covered ample bosom. . .

Her oversized Biosculpted Breast was heaving with barely repressed excitement, and Her weird Photocromatic Tattoos were shifting on some different patterns; also Her strangely coloured pupils were dilated as if very flushed. . .

It was clear that not all was right on the Haqqislamite Amazon's head; why a Biosculpted Beauty like Her was so obsessed with Prospective Violence and Security Concerns, rather than more prosaic "Social Skills" was difficult to understand. . . . .

 

Nathan casts a quick glance around the team and settles a worried gaze on Amyah. "You feeling alright there Amyah? Just a bunch of bikers I guess".

[Over the TacNet:

What do you guys think that bunch were? Local bosozoku pushing their weight at some tourists or someone sending us a message?

I'm thinking I could do with one of your piece's Amyah if you would be so kind. Throw me that Assault Pistol, at least with that I can tuck it away under my jacket and keep my hands free, with the shotgun I'd need to carry that bag and where we're heading it will likely be checked. Especially with all these police and agents around. Doubt that appreciate a Nomad walking around with a shotgun in a tourist area.]

 

With practical and practiced moves, just squirming a little on the rear seat at the side of the beautiful Chimera of Bakunin then the gorgeous Haqqislamite undressed from the overjacket and disrobed of the shoulder-holster harness; it was a rather antiquated design, made to fit around the shoulders and put the Pistol Sheat under the right Armpit, while the left one had spare clips on the typical diagonal setting able to ease quick-drawing to reload. . .

She struggled a little to rework the back-sheat of Her heritage long curved "Gumia" knife again between the shoulderblades, with the hilt up just barely peeking from the overjacket collar (a typical positioning that Eddie, as a consummate Knife-Fighter, recognized to be good for quickly reaching and eventually thrown the blade in one single, sweeping motion). . .

After re-dressing back Amyah instructed Her Geist to send a quick "Mayatube" video that was kept on Her personal Log memory (about a A.K.Novy Gunsmith extolling the various functions of their sturdy Machinepistol versus the "Plastic Toys" of the Human Sphere !!); smiling while passing the harness to Nathan, and helping the dark skinned Corregidoran to properly wear the Gun Harness under the three piece suit. . .

[As You can see from the Video, that there is the Main Selector, it goes from Safety On, to Single-Shots, to Three Round Burst with just the flick of a finger; while You are quite sturdy, the heavy recoil could be a nasty surprise, so perhaps is better to fire it with a twin-handed grip. . .

That weird thing jutting from just under the nozzle is a sort of mini-collapsible forehand grip; is designed to help burst firing from the hip, but is quite ungainly, and I recommend a typical extended arms and line-of-sight between Ironsights and eye level instead. . .

That instead is the Clip Release Button, optimized for quick draw and insertion; remember that the enlarged magazines have 30 Brass Cased Full-Metal Jacket bullets, so You'll have 10 bursts, x Clip, if firing in Semi-Auto mode; it will be trivial to set Your Geist to have an Ammo Count subroutine up. . .!!]

It was surely a coincidence that, while helping Nathan wearing properly the harness over its larger shoulders and armpits (adjousting the kevlarized tissue straps to fit on the Nomad of Zulu heritage !!) her expert fingers lingered. . . . . just a little longer on the ample muscles of the Corregidor Hacker; maybe, unconsciously, as She was a Field Medic then Amyah always tried to. . . . ."Visit" any Squad-Mates even at the most unappropriate moment. . . . .!!

Then, Assault Pistol issue solved, the bodacious beauty from Bourak took the sleek gym bag (practical but still very stylish) that contained the short, stocky Light Shotgun and the spare boxes of Cal.12 / 00 Slugs, and regulated the shoulder-straps in a manner that would have been very elegant to carry both on the back or in a hand as a sort of "Improvised Posh Big Pochette". . .

Then still smiling She looked first at the broodingly silent (but still handsomely attractive) Uberfallkommando and then at their "Space Pirates" driver and pilot, sending them both a quick ping between Com-Logs. . .

[Boss ! Ready to Rock-N-Roll when You want !! Still no answers from our mysterious "Undercover Ninja" presumed ally ???

Konrad, as an expert of Vehicles, do You think that all those I.S.S. Vans and the Tactical "Cat" are just for escorting a big number of the People's Party, or are rather quite Armoured to be an Operational Assault Team doing a S.W.A.T. sweep of the Resort ???]

She was ready to go, and clearly the enhanced, self-engineered Biomodiphied body that She had painstakingly built with daring, countless Gene-Tweaks, was rebooting from the undercurrents of attentions to "Full Battle Mode" if was needed at the moment. . . . . .!!!

 

Pausing for a moment to figure out their game. Saito decides to give a few seconds before following the bikers.

[OOC: @Solodice is there any test i can make to try to keep myself undetected while following them in the car. So i don't appear suss? Just what i see among the skills might not translate while in a car in plain sight. Advice?]

 

[I have absolutly no idea what they are doing here, maybe Nathan can run a fast check if there are some high ranking Yu Jingos checked in to this resort. But as i dont see any guards around it doesnt look like they stormed in to arrest someone. So it could be some sort of escort for someone. But as paranoid as thestate police is, i would expect every car to have at least some sort of minor armour against normal weapons. The art here is to make them look like normal but have them armoured up more than a TAG.
Best would be to get some more information.]

 

[Secure Tac Net Comms

I totally concur with the prudent approach idea; after all We are here on Yujing Home-Turf and I will really far like more to have the Imperial Secret Service to "flag" Us as more "Reliable Foreign Mercs" rather than "Potential Enemies Of The Empire". . .

Maybe they are escorting someone important, maybe they are here to silently, covertly carry away some kind of culprit. . .

I propose We split in two halves; Eddie is our "Face" as both best cover identity and most developed Social Skills; I will escort Him still playing the silent, brooding "Odalisque Bodyguard", and we go inside to check. . .

Nathan / Impi could be stay in the Car, trying to skim the Local Mayanet for some juicy tidbits of useful infos, and maybe also investigate something on the self-titled "Allied Shinobi Spy" that is supposedly helping the work; perhaps a secondary Secure Comm-Line could be crafted to reach for Him ? Her ??

In the meantime, Konrad / Chi-Lin, could remain at the wheel of the Van; not only our Driver will be totally ready for a daring, quick getaway if We need a timely escape, but could also monitor the Local Traffic lanes, perhaps by linking Geist and Com-Log with our excellent Corregidoran Hacker. . .

If are detected some more Bosozuke Gangers encroaching around, or other I.S.S. Armoured Vans in side-alleys surrounding the premises, it is wiser to modify our strategy accordingly. . .

What do You all think of those Tactical Suggestions of mine; are they sound ???

I could only try to improvise, applying My widespread Special Forces Training to this unexpectedly complicated "Civilian Target Environment" !!!!!]

 

While patiently awaiting that Her squadmates would digest, collate and decide upon Her tactical suggestions, then Amyah awaited the answers (especially the ones needed by Eddie Macayana, as both "Nominal Squad Leader" and "Visible Social Face" of the rag-tag band of Human Sphere Adventurers !!). . .

From what little She knew of the past of the handsome, brooding Uberfallkommando, due to their shared past in the law enforcement of Bakunin, the Gene-Enhanced "Street Samurai" had a lot of presumed backstabbing, betrayals and corrupted fellow officers infringements on its "Special Sports Division" career and, yet, emerged from all that unpleasant stuff almost unscathed, while His traitorous opponents were lucky to have been JUST dismembered bloody corpses in a Vaudeville back-alley with a still functioning Cube left. . .!!

Perhaps this well reasoned, justified and fact-funded paranoia was what stopped the Nomads Ex-Vice Cop to not reach to that mysterious "Ninja Infiltrator" that should have been there to "Beat The Bush" for them; or maybe totally different reasons were at work in that excellent "Alpha Predator" mindset, at the same time so Alien and so Fascinating. . .

In any case the beautiful Biosculpted Haqqislamite resolved to pass the idle time in a manner useful and conductive to the mission; quite aware that Her "Maya Surfing" skills where paltry shadows if compared to the other Nomad Squadmate, the handsome dark-skinned Corregidoran Zulu, then She resolved to perhaps luckily found something good by mere happenstance. . .

She tapped on Her wrist-bound Com-Log to start peruse the Open Connection on the resort, especially skimming the flashy "Media News" subsections, to both find if their desired Target, the smug game-cheater Timmy, was somehow mentioned in passing in some Resort Event, or if was clearly stated what Yujing Personality, Local or Otherworldy, would have justified a similar display of Imperial Security strenght. . .

Similarly then also Her Geist, Ka-Ba-Sekhem, was instructed to search deeper and "read-between-the -lines" to point suspicious occurrences and timely coincidences that could point at something "fishy-smelling" afoot; dutifully Her multi-morph Geist assumed the Avatar-Style of an Egyptian Baboon wielding a Camel-Fur Brush (in ancient "Pesedjet Pantheon" iconography one of the Sacred Animal Shapes of Toth, Patron God of Hidden Knowledge !!) and started combing the confused, glitzy, glittering Mayasphere of the posh Resort. . .

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[@Solodice. . .

Just skimming the Local Media News could be somehow Automatic or will need a specific roll. . .

Also I don't remember well if the Geists of a Player Character, especially the "Vanilla Standard" ones, are meant to be some sort of "Secondary N.P.C. Sidekicks" that peruse the Net at the behest of the P.C. or are isntead to be meant just "Useful Pieces of Gear". . .

So will be a Single Roll by Me, with some help from the Personalized Geist, or a Roll from Amyah Stats and another from the Basic Stats of a generic, standardized Geist. . . . .??? ]

 

[Just wanted to add that Forumite @Iver started a petition in the Feedback Subforum to have Moderators / C.B. Staff to open up a dedicated Subforum to collect, and collate, all the various Threads about the official Infinitythegame R.P.G. !!!!!]

 

Eddie has apparently been lost in thought for a while, oddly oblivious to the bikes around him as anything other than traffic. Very out of character for him.

[ Oh, damn, Imperial Service complications.

You guys stay next to the car while I walk up and check on this. It's possible the Service isn't here for Timmy. I just don't think it's very likely. If, for some reason, I get detained, follow along to the Precinct house. If worst comes to worst, I will reveal that we have been retained to investigate possible race fixing and will 'happily' give the Imperial Service all the info we have so far and will give them whatever other information we develop as it happens. ]

Eddie slides out of the SUV and walks towards the Imperial Service perimeter, both hands clear of his sides but down by his belt. He's trying to look as non-threatening as an Uberfallkommando possibly can.

"Excuse me, agent-Daren? Is it possible for me to get into the hotel? I was trying to meet up with Timmy Delassi, I was under the impression from Commissioner Li-Daren that gambling on the races was legal, if a bit disreputable."

 

Surprised by the sudden decision by the Uberfallkommando, then Amyah went outside too, but staid nearby the Van without approaching too much the probably paranoid well-armed Imperial Agents in standby. . .

She sent a worried look to wards Impi / Natahan and Komrad / Chi-Lin, as if to signify "Be On Alert !!" and She tried to present a pleasant façade of Odalisque professional serentity in a totally non-threatening manner, as it will be too much out of character for a Bodyguard to NOT be in a reasonable proximity to Her charge. . .

Who know whose other eyes were watching the exchange. . . . .???

[I still try to stay as nearby as the Van to still allow the Corregidoran Hacker and the Human Edger Pirate to profit from My Bonus to Observation granted by My Advanced Sensor Suite. . .

Let Me know if I have to do any kind of Roll. . . . .!!]

 

At the moment Amyah was slightly tranquilized that the conversation between Eddie and the ranking Imperial Agent in charge went relatively smoothly. . .

Relatively as in the fact that Yujing Enforcers are at their most dangerous when they are corteously smiling at You, and not in a fake, moustache-twirling-villain kind; the gorgeous Haqqislamite had a lot of passing acquaintances with Citizens of the State Empire that TRULY believed someone MUST be at its peak of honest politeness ESPECIALLY when killing / eliminating / vanquishing a given foe. . .!!

She then mused what all this confusing issues was about; as not very well-versed in the Social Battlefield She filtered everything with Her passed experiences, especially the ones on the Native World of Bourak, where difficult Etiquette went hand-in-hand with lethal innuendos. . .

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But She could not concentrate much more than an endless gallery of Her past lovers, many of whom passionate affairs that were unfortunately quite briefs and left the once-shy and innocent Ughyur / Egyptian Haqqislamite very soon jaded and hard-skinned. . .

She idly mused on one of Her last spats, before leaving Bourak for the Nomad Mothership of Bakunin; a brutish, boorish Thug of a Kum Biker, Genghis Bey, that was loud, boisterous and a drunkard, but still able to fully love a Woman with all of his savage, barbarian heart (albeit for a quite small "Fidelity Time"). . .

She inwardly laughed a little at the remembrance of the boisterous antics of Her paramour, especially when recalling its "Calling Card" of speeding quickly with its off-road bike past an Armoured Enemy Vehicle (such as the powerful "Luzige" A.P.C. ubiquitous on the dirt battlefields of "Bourak Roadwarriors") and place a specially handcrafted D-Charge to the unsuspecting hapless foe. . .

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Then Her smile froze on Her beautiful, pouty lips; a "Biker Ganger" speeding by a Target and putting something on its Vehicle. . . . .!!!

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This thought immediatly caused Amyah to try to calm down and slowly, almost languidly and leisurely pace at a sedate timing around the parked Van, trying to casually (VERY casually) employ Her wrist-mounted Com-Log as a sort of improvised Virtual Camera to act as a "Third Eye" for reaching difficult spots under the carriage and near the wheel casings. . .

Contemporarily She sent an immediate Red-Flagged Alert on the Tactical Shared Network. . .

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[BOYS! I recalled an old tricks of the Biker Gangers of My Homeworld, the villainous Kums, that could have been used also by the Yakuza-sponsored Bosozuke !!

While many of the ones that surrounded us were posturing menacingly and distracting Us, one of them could have put something on the Van, to more easily reach us and do something quite bad. . .

If it was a Timed D-Charge or other Remote Explosive probably they would have detonated it yet, but maybe was sort of Tracker, or even some sort of Miniaturized Repeater, to do all manners of Maya-related Shehanigans. . .

Maybe it was something simple as a "Laser Painting" to have our vehicle tagged on Sensitive Networks; I myself have done something similar during My Special Forces stint, by silently entering an Enemy Camp and flagging sensitive beacons for later Orbital Bombardement or Guided Smartrockets. . .!!

I will now do a complete circuit of the Van, in the most incospicuous manner that I can to not attract undue suspicion, and try to record visible, and not-so-visible clues, on My Comlog and sent back to Yours, so that also Your Geists could help with the cue tracking. . .

While Impi is busy collating Virtual Infos, maybe Konrad could also exit the Van and "Stretch A Little His Back". . .

As BOTH a Submondo Professional and a Veteran Pilot-Driver, maybe could spot some Vehicle-related tricks that I'm not very knowledgeable of !!

Maybe its My Genemodded Implants that are raising too much Adrenalin-related Parasympathic / Lymbic triggers, but in this weird environment I truly feel that Unbound Paranoia is an "Healthy" State-Of-Mind !!!!!]

 

Stealth is Agility 11 plus expertise 3. Total 14. Scout skill allows me to re roll 1d20. Burning a momentum to help the roll. Hope people don't mind.
Results are: 4, 10, 2. Total 16. No re roll.

[OOC: I'm very busy this week because of Valentines day. So my responses will be brief until next week.]

Saito continues to trail the bikers at a descreet distance using techniques picked up during his training. Years of experience ingrained to become like instinct. However, he can't help but feel paranoid that he missed something. Something game changing.

 

[Just wanted to add that @Koni of C.B. Staff said they will create a dedicated R.P.G. Subsection and will search for the appropriate placement inside the Infinity Forum, either as part of an existant Subforum or (as suggested by @AdmiralJCJF as a new, independant Subforum Section on its own). . .

Please anyone interested in this discussion check on relevant thread the Forum Feedback Section. . . . .]

 

Eddie nods politely and then holds very still, but doesn't change his breathing pattern, relatively relaxed. He carefully keeps his hands still and down by his side. You don't want to surprise law enforcement at a crime scene, especially not when it is a murder. And even moreso when the law enforcement in question has carte blanche to end and/or disappear people.

Eddie winces at the mention of True Death.

"Agent Lan-daren, I have not even met Timmy DeLasse. Even if he was from Tunguska, the motherships are not small places." Eddie shrugs slightly, but still doesn't move his hands away from his side. "My name is Lawrence Calverston, I came here to put some Tristeryon stickers on bikes in the races, the gambling is a personal failing. Never bet more than I can afford to lose, but just enough to make it interesting. I just arrived yesterday, hit the sponsor party last night, and was on my way to the track to talk to the teams. While I am rather heavily modified, as my AR tag shows," Eddie waggles a finger to indicate his Social Cloud aura, "I have no desire to use it and certainly will not be the one to start a fight in any event."

"Also, a viral round to the cube is very much not my style. If it was my work, it'd be blades and a missing Cube." Eddie smiles grimly.

"Wouldn't a viral round be more indicative of Hassassins? Not likely that a bookie would be interfering with the Search for Knowledge, but I'm sure stranger people have run afoul of the Old Man on the Mountain before."

"Should I even ask what a bookie did to earn the Dragon's Attention?" You can hear the capital letters all the way across the parking lot. "I would have expected the local police to be handling a murder. I met Commissioner Li-daren at the sponsor party, he seems very competent and quite driven in his work. Almost obsessive, though I mean that in a good way."

[ Well, crud. Timmy DeLasse is dead. Truly Dead. I think someone is tying up loose ends. ] Eddie quickly fills the team in.

 

Amyah finished the rounding patrol of the Van, walking in a manner that was slightly alluring (especially when She stretched Her neck, unlimbering the long, lithe and supple amrs as if a little stiff after the lenghty enclosure in the vehicle) and exposing a little more of the. . . . .merchandise to potentially distract any suspicious nosy interloper and peeper. . .

She cared to walk in a seductive and even sultry gait, but with enough poise and grace to suggest a competent, yet beutiful Odalisque of Bourak, and not a common Streetwalker Concubine. . .

Then returned to the starting point, by granting just some passive recollection of the surrounding world and apparently totally immersed in checking the latest Mayasphere trendy newscasts, while in reality furiously collating all the recorded sensory data on the Com-Log and instructing the Personal Geist to filter it and forward to the Squadmates own Virtual Smartsystems. . .

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[This is very unfortunate ! But it was JUST the first probable one, amongst Three diverse Brokers, so maybe it could potentially be not an investigative Dead End. . .!!

But now everything is quite fishy and stinky ! First the Fixer at that queer shop send us on a merry chase, then the Aragoto Bosozuke surround us at the Lightstop without an APPARENT meaning and then We arrive here to find the suggested Broker dead with an Exotic Ammunition and very-on-edge Imperial Agents in full Urban Battle Regalia. . .!!

Either We have been considered "Easy Marks" to frame, or it is just Bad Luck or even We have been discovered and cased by the Opposition. . .!!

Eddie, the suggestion You made of a possible Hashashin involvement could work in our favour; even if not an Haqqislamite Round (I know that many Bounty Hunters from all walks of the Human Sphere use that kind of "Super-Lethal" costly shots, and Ariadnan S.W.A.T. squads use them for "Werewolf Pacification" purposes !!) there are surely some Genetic Manifacture Marker that I could find using My extensive knowledge of Medical Arts applied to Warfare. . .!!

I don't think that the Imperials would give us access to the Crime Scene, unless You somehow spill all the beans to that aforementioned Commissioner and He essentially will "commanderee" Us as Freelance Consultants. . .!!

But maybe We could manage to sneak later on the Morgue, or even just Hack the Medical Examiner results and I could further analyze the Biotech Patterns to discern some meaningful infos. . .

But we have perhaps NOW more pressing, immediate concerns. . .

Impi, Konrad, do You have some luck in finding eventual unwanted "Gifts" that the bikers have perhaps left on the Van. . .??

My Geist is forwarding now all the collated Sensory Data that I scanned from the vehicle; Let Me know if You need more non-cursory inspections. . . . .!!!]

 

[We dont know if this has anything to do with our investigations. Could be an unfriendly acquisition of Timmy DeLasses assets. It would be interesting to know if someone touched his personal records. I am not sure if we could risk a trip to the morgue, as people will be interested in who will visit the corpse to tie up loose ends or the police will look out for subjects with informations. That could end us in a cell where we cant do anything.
Maybe we should contact the other 2 bookies to see if they are still breathing.]