5e314e No.881 [Last50 Posts]
Welcome the the planet of Cynesial an entire word covered in a sprawling city. Despite the sheen and elegance of the atmos-scrapers of the surface the planet isn't anywhere as luxurious as it looks. In the streets of the surface, beneath a never ending river of floating traffic millions of people bustle about trying to make a living in a world divided up by vying factions. Uncountable crime syndicates fight over continent spanning territories and shady businesses often drag people from the streets away for product testing. The planet's very government is hard pressed to keep order in with their security forces being outnumbered on every front, only holding the planet together with their training, discipline and equipment. Illegal goods are easy to obtain from the literally underground markets and deep below the surface in the abandoned city horrific creatures and mutant tribes roam. There are even rumours of a city of machines down on the planet's true surface. Due to all of these threats the planet has been quarantined by the galaxy at large and survives via a fleet of unmanned cargo ships delivering food and supplies every month.
You are one of the denizens of this fine world and this is the tale of your success's and failures as you try to make it big or die trying on one of the most wretched hives of scum and villainy in the universe.
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>Location: (Surface, Undercity, Abandoned City Ruins, True Planetary Surface, Moon Markets)
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5e314e No.882
Actions are done with a 2d100.
I'm not going to be doing /d/ stuff and any route heading for stuff like that will end in a fade to black.
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5e314e No.883
>>881>Name: Officer Gonnageta Namesoon>Species: Human>Appearance: Tall grown man with fit physique dark hair and bright eyes.>Fluff:Grown up as nephew of Police Chief Willbe Namedsoon Gonnageta was a police officer's wet dream. Well educated he could have been a Detective and made his way up from there eventually stepping into his uncle's footsteps but he preferred a more scenic route. First joining up with the Riot Police Gonnageta grew addicted to the thrill of the fight, eventually joining up with the Police Heavy Response Unit to heavy terrorist and criminal threats alike.
>Location: PD>Profession: Police Heavy Response Operator
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5e314e No.884
>>882>Name: Project 26A 'swarm seed'>Species: Biological experiment>Appearance: a rat sized creature that looks like a mix between a badger and a crustacean>Fluff: A biological experiment by one of the crazier scientists on the planet. The project was made to see if one could create a creature that could rapidly evolve like the storied swarm aliens in old fiction. Well it worked and it got out.>Location: Abandoned City ruins>Profession: Biological experimentDon't fill this in
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5e314e No.885
>>881Name: Detective Dick Rockwell
Species: Human
Appearance: Tall dark and handsome
Fluff: "Detective Dick Rockwell, at your service" Detective Rockwell was raised by his police chief father who died from a an unexpected heart attack brought on by some unknown agent in his body. Some believed it was his moustachioed twin brother who did it and some believe it was a jealous lover. Dick Rockwell believes what he can see, smell and taste and has devoted his life to finding the killer
Location: Detective's Office
Profession: Detective
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5e314e No.886
>>881>Name: Sanyi Jung>Species: Human>Appearance: A hard man, early 30's. Sinewy and scarred, with short cut hair. Average height, on the short side. Pale green eyes, with black hair.>Fluff: Sanyi grew up in a military family, raised on tales of martial honor and glory, the brotherhood of soldiers. Sanyi enlisted the moment he turned of age, alongside his two brothers and one sister, and served honorably, despite the horrors of war. Sanyi quickly became an officer, attaining the rank of Lieutenant. The unit went a 3 full tours only suffering a handful of fatalities, but this was before the Battle of Tepes. The carefully laid out plans devolved into Urban Combat, where every steet and every house became a battlefield. When the enemy pushed through the defensive lines, Sanyi and his platoon made a stand, outnumbered and out-gunned. They were ready to die heroes, and sacrifice for their nation. The platoon suffered an astonishing 89% casualties, all those who served under his command fighting to the last. Sanyi, however, was not granted a glorious death. He was captured, tortured, and held until the end of the war, almost a year later. When he was finally released, his body was made hard, and criss-crossed with brutal scars. He cried for an entire day after those soldiers pulled him out of the cells he was locked in.Sanyi was lauded with medals and honors, but he was never the same. He re-enlisted after nearly 2 years of recovery, but after recruits started noticing a shaking in his hands, and his thousand yard stare, he was politely discharged, despite his pleading.
However, civilian life was impossible now for a person like him, and he had no skills besides warfare. He took to hunting down the scum of the earth and locking them up, just to earn enough to put food on the table. Then, people started to realize he was good at it. Very good. He began getting larger contracts, and eventually it stopped mattering who he was tracking down, whether they were guilty, or whether or not he had to bring them in alive. It was the only thing that took his mind of his tortured body, and stopped the shaking in his hands…
He now plied his trade in the wretched cities of Cynesial, where there was no shortage of work. It was not a good life. It was not a good life. But in Sanyi's words,
"I am what I am. Someone has to be."
>Location: Undercity>Profession: Bounty Hunter
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5e314e No.887
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5e314e No.888
>>881>Name: Anastasia Kuznetsov>Species: Human>Appearance: A young woman in her early twenties, Doctor Kuznetsov is pale and petite. Her white-blonde hair is shoulder length, but often tied back so as not to interfere with her work. >Fluff: Anastasia always wanted to be a doctor - not necessarily to help people live better lives, but because of the money. Possessing a natural talent with surgery and technology, a career in medicine and cyber-augmentation seemed the obvious route. She now runs her own cybersurgery clinic, replacing lost limbs or simply 'upgrading' people who feel they need an edge. One day, she hopes to run an entire chain of clinics - perhaps even a corporation of her own.>Location: Surface>Profession: Store Owner
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5e314e No.889
>>882>Name: Jacob Namir>Species: Augmented Human>Appearance: A relatively average looking man, black hair, brown eyes, and a lack of stubble. What he shows on the outside is fake, his bones coated in heavy plastic and plates of steel over his chest. He is as heavily augmented as possible, a choice made to become more machine than human if it allowed him to survive.>Fluff: A endless cycle of misery and suffering. Jacob's parents were just a cog in the machine. They were used up and when they finally broke like so many others, they got discarded to the Undercity. Different circumstances but same result in the end. Jacob himself is just another number on some bureaucrat's board during their weekly meeting, another kid born to the dirty unwashed masses that dwelled in the Undercity. They expected them to conform. They needed the undercity to conform. To put it short, we didn't. So they sent in the drones and made it so that they could never leave this hell on earth by putting some blockade over our planet. They made amends or at least they tried to, food shipments down to the planet in exchange for our silence but they couldn't buy us underneath the surface. So they just bought those over us instead. It was sickening to hear how our so called protectors were enforcing the qurrantine for our own good. It was even worse when they started to crack down on supposed crime. A lot of innocent people got killed in the crossfire between the police and the gangs.Jacob was just twelve when his closest friend in the world was shot dead in front his eyes during a black market raid. They didn't even blink. It might have been a accident but they didn't even take the time to say sorry or try to help him. They just went on, shooting anyone with a gun and sometimes hitting civilians. A lot of innocent death caused by the fucktards that supposedly protected them. He was fifteen when his mother died in the hospital due to a lack of care. They just didn't have enough medicine to spread around and they thought she was better off than others. They were wrong. To be honest, it was almost a relief for Jacob, he no longer had anyone depending on him. He was sixteen when he joined the Freedom First Brotherhood after going to one of their secret rallies along with some friends. They had eloquent words but more importantly, they had guns.
He became their sword and they became his voice. Its been a long time since that day. What grew from a small faction in a small section of the Undercity had transcended beyond that. They were a movement. They would bring freedom to the downtrodden masses or die trying. Their soldiers were experienced enough but Jacob, Jacob was on a whole 'nother level. He was their sword after all. The media called him and his squad terrorists but they were really freedom fighters. Where others faltered, his men smashed through police lines and did what was needed for their freedom. Demolitions. Assassination. Disruption. They did their duty so that others could have a brighter future. He and his men will die so that others may truly live free. One day, they will be remembered in the history books as heroes but for now, they ply their trade in the hopes for a brighter future.
A future where they can touch the sky.
>Location: Undercity Brotherhood Cell>Profession: TerroristDon't fill this in
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5e314e No.890
>>881Fill this in
>Name:Lady Verya Kairiun >Species: Human >Appearance:Always in a black dress while wearing opera gloves, & pale with black hair >Fluff:She's a heiress of the Kairiun Dynasty of trade ships and merchants. She's stated to be clever at the business and swerd when it comes to her suitors. But unbeknownst to her family she runs a secret drug empire with a iron fist. She always would wear black no matter the occasion because she wants to be dominant. She's the last in line to inherit her father's trade and estate. But her older brother is the first to inherit her father's business and estate. To her, it's even a cruel joke that he even gets to inherit the company even though he's clearly a bastard. She wants to inherit everything and she won't let kin get in her way
>Location: Surface, Kairiun Estate >Profession: Mob Boss & Heiress Don't fill this in
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5e314e No.891
>>883You find yourself sitting in the PD mess hall reading your latest assignment. Apparently a group of enterprising criminals have set up a drug lab in an abandoned warehouse on the Moon, selling and moving various illegal substances from it. It's a small operation, the scum being lightly armed and not having much combat skills.
>Inventory: PD Standard issue Rifle (Stun and kill settings), Advanced Riot Armour, Stun Maul, Handcuffs>Companions:>Bonus: [Specialist Training+10 in combat] You have been through the Cynesial Police Training program and picked up a variety of skills to keep you alive when patrolling the city.>[Police Business] You can requisition any civilian vehicle to help you in your duties, you don't get to keep it once you are done with it sadly, that would be unprofessional. >>884You crawl/scuttle out of a drainage grate and find yourself in an alleyway filled with rubble and all sorts of gunk. Despite feeling a primal sense of satisfaction at escaping your confinement you quickly move into the cover of an abandoned building, narrowly avoiding large creature covered in chitinous plates and venomous spines.
Clearly you must adapt and grow stronger if you are to thrive in this place.
>Inventory:>Companions:>Bonus:[Consume] When you eat a being you steal it's genetics and add it's traits to your own automatically, this is hard to control however.>[Adapt and Thrive] If exposed to a stimulus for long enough you will be able to alter your genetics to adapt to it, staying in water will allow you to try and create gills. It is slow but can be controlled by exposing yourself to something for long enough. Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of the 8kun administration.
5e314e No.892
>>885You lean back in your office chair and sigh, your latest lead had started off really promising but it turned out to be a dead end. As you leaf through it a few more times just in case you missed anything a message pops up on the screen.
>I have information on the place that manufactured the agent that killed your dad, meet me in Club Kroya and we'll talk there.>Signed QIt's suspicious but if it proves to be true you'll be one step closer to bringing your father's killers to justice.
>Inventory: Z-98 Laser Pistol, Basic Body Armour, Sweet Shades, Single Man Hover Car>Companions:>Bonus: [Perceptive +10 to find clues and hidden things] As a detective, you make a living by noticing the slightest detail and finding things no one else can.>[Hello, can I ask you a few questions? +10 to making people talk] You were already a suave son of a bitch and thanks to your detective training you know how to coax information out of people as efficiently as possible>>886Your standing outside a bar in the undercity, if the information that bum gave you is correct he's inside racking up an impressive tab. You go over the bounty again, he's a small time thief that messed up and killed the owner of a house he broke into. Not as illustrious as some of your prior targets but the victims family are paying a pretty penny if he's brought in for trial.
The door of the bar opens as a couple of drunks stumble out, music and light spilling out after them.
>Inventory: RN13 Laser Carbine, Auto Pistol, Standard Issue Combat Gear>Companions:>Bonus:[Veteran Soul +10 in combat] You served for a long time in the armed force and are no stranger to violence of any kind>[I saw worse back in Tepes] You have seen some shit in your lifetime and now all but the most dire of situations are child's play to you. You can walk through a hail of lead without flinching. Of course, outside of combat you are a little twitchy and can be unnerving to civvies. Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of the 8kun administration.
5e314e No.893
>>881>Name: Tim the Misinterprative porn star>Species: Human>Appearance: Tall, dark and handsome, Tim can best be described as a "meathead" in more ways then one…>Fluff: Tim was the biggest rising star in the porn industry, he was shooting towards the top, with no man, women or other cosmic horror was poised to stop him. He only had one flaw, his abiblity to misinterpret the prompts from his co-stars. One left the indusrty forever after Tim gave her 25 pounds of sausage after she asked to see his "meat". Tim also had a friend, his name was Urchin; a mentally handicapped manchild from New Glasgow, Tim adopted him after witnessing him trying to eat a brick for a dollar. He then ran for block manager of his local district, and with his retarded morality pet, he won with a landslide>Location: Red light district >Profession: Porn Star/PoliticianDon't fill this in
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5e314e No.894
>>888You sit in you office reading through notes on the latest advancements in cybernetics, you just finished closing the clinic for the day and now have a bit of time to relax and think about the events of the day.
You had finished an arm replacement on a patient when you were given a message from a local cybernetic development firm, they were looking to make a deal and sponsor your clinic in exchange for you using their products on patients. While they are of a high quality the price can be a little high for the less well off members of society.
They have asked you to come in for a meeting to discuss the matter tomorrow. For now you time is free and the city is alive.
>Inventory: Doctors Licence, Portable Medical Kit, Personal Data Pad>Companions:>Bonus: [Medical Training +10 to any action involving healing or surgery] You are a medical genius, capable of working on the most grievous of injuries and managing to fix them.>[Cybernetic Specialist +10 to repairing and working on cybernetics] You are a natural with cybernetics and are trained in their unpkeep>>889You've been laying low in one of the Brotherhood's cells after your last mission, a bombing of a small security outpost. Now the heat has died down and Sec has backed off after failing to find you or any of your co-conspirators. You smirk as you remember cracking the skull of a rookie cop that stumbled upon your hideout.
But now it's time to head out and strike another blow for the movement. Word has arrived that an off world politician has arrived to try and tighten the quarantine, he mustn't leave the planet alive.
>Inventory: Compact SMG, Combat Knife, Poison Capsules>Companions:>Bonus: [Augmented Man] You are heavily augmented physically, and can dish out and receive hits like a champ, crushing a skull or taking a beating is easy for you.>[Connections +10 to obtaining illegal goods] Thanks to your membership to the FFB you have a web of contacts throughout the undercity that can get you information and goods if you grease the right palm. Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of the 8kun administration.
5e314e No.895
>>890You find yourself sitting across from a whimpering member of your business, a dealer that tried to steal from you. The enforcers dragged him in and now the wretch is trying to plead for his life.
You mentally sigh, today you were supposed to be helping your father with a deal that could allow him more freedom from the quarantine allowing for more goods to be transported and sold. It would give the dynasty a breath of fresh air from the almost stifling confinement of the blockade.
But first you have to deal with the rat in front of you.
>Inventory: Compact PDA, Personal Energy Shield, Loadsa Money, Extravagant Wardrobe>Companions:>Bonus: [Criminal Mastermind +10 to deals with criminal elements and actions] You are the secret head of a criminal empire feared and respected by many.>[Family Contacts +10 to diplomacy] Thanks to your father's trade links you know a variety of contacts in high places and are trained in dealing with them >>893You read over the latest issues to do with the Block, making notes while trying to stop Urchin from eating your PDA. You are supposed to be making a speech tomorrow about your plans to deal with he rising number of gangs in the area and to denounce the opposition that are releasing your old porn shoots in an attempt to make you look bad.
Joke's on them, it got a load more women to vote for you after they saw you in action. Yes, the only true way to win the hearts of the people is to bear all and give it. Now then what's your first order of business?
>Inventory: Compact PDA, Block Manager Identification Sash, Deluxe Hover Car>Companions: Urchin>Bonus: [Don't I know you? +10 to diplomacy with anyone] Due to your past career many people recognize your face (even if they won't admit it.)>[Position of Authority] You wield a fair bit of authority and can order the local city departments around, the police are exemt due to them answering only to the planetary governor. Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of the 8kun administration.
5e314e No.896
 | Rolled 81, 9 = 90 (2d100) |
>>891>Name: Officer Gonnageta Namesoon>Species: Human>Appearance: Tall grown man with fit physique dark hair and bright eyes. Almost as handsome as Detective Rockwell, but not quite.>Fluff:Nephew of a Police Chief, Cousin of Detective Dick Rockwell, son to said Police Chief's sister and a father who has frequent business in the lower parts of town as rather successful business man. Former Riot Police, now Police Heavy Response Operator.
>Location: On the move>Profession: Police Heavy Response Operator
>Inventory:+ [H&K PD-4] (Stun and Kill Setting)
+ [Pacifier] (Stun Maul)
+ [Advanced Riot Armor]
+ [Handcuffs]
>Companions:>Bonus:+ [Specialist Training] (+10 to Combat) You have been through the Cynesial Police Training program and picked up a variety of skills to keep you alive when patrolling the city.
+ [Police Business] You can requisition any civilian vehicle to help you in your duties, you don't get to keep it once you are done with it sadly, that would be unprofessional.
1. Gonnageta put the slate back on the table. "I get the feeling they hand these out earlier every time we get a new assignment.", he said between two bites of his synthetic steak like meat, the canteen food wasn't all that great but it was far from the worst he had ever eaten. Taff who was sitting across from him grunted approvingly, "I remember when we were basically going in blind.", she barely looked up from her own assorted combination of vat grown meat and vegetables.
"Don't even pretend you read the assignments.", Fitz said with a whiff of amusement in his voice, he was probably half a head smaller than Taff, but so were most men. The two then continued to bicker about who had botched what raid because of some dossier neither of them had ever gotten to see. Of course both of them knew that the fault had been with Mission Control, but they still liked to blame each other for it.
With a sigh Gonnageta turned away from his other mates and to Hunnen who was rather quiet, "Silent today?". He already knew the answer, he didn't have to ask the why or how and they had talked about this several times already.
The solution was quite literally at hand, but common courtesy demanded him to ask. Hunnen shurgged, "Still don't know what to get my boy for his birthday. Two more days and Charlene is getting real tense. With all the raids happening recently I'm not sure I will have the time to get something. And you know Charlene is working overtime in the ER, she barely has time to do anything lately.".
Gonnageta nodded and took two small packages from his backpack, "Well you're in luck.", he put them onto the table, "I know Tim likes videogames so here you go. One is violent the other is only mildly violent. You better check the boxes because I'm not exactly sure which is which.".
Hunnen and his wife had actually named their son after some pornstar, which was hardly appropriate in Gonnageta's eyes. Still it was not like anybody had noticed. He himself only knew this because Hunnen had accidentally blurted it out during the last christmas party, which was also where Gonnageta had met Charlene for the first time. A worksome small woman that tended to be all over the place and had a feisty attitude towards most other women.
Of course Gonnagetta had no obligation whatsoever to buy the present's for Hunnen, but he had kept himself informed and in the PD it was important to keep your friends close. It was always good to have influence and when necessary a favor in the backhand.
2. Time moved quicker than anticipated. It was time to gear up and get ready to go into battle once more. Another day on the frontlines of justice, they hadn't received an explicit killorder yet, it rarely happened but still occured every now and then. They mostly didn't question it, often they were put out on dangerous terrorists that were to be shot if they could not be captured. However rumor in the PD had it that every now and then a killorder occured that was not befitting the assignment.
Some said it had something to do with secret government action cleanup. Others claimed it was some conspiracy to keep a lid on the rise of the small folk, something many of the lower class police officers still considered themselves to be a part of. Either way most of it were not exactly things to look forward to and certainly nothing that would find good faith with the general public.
But today was not one of those days, nothing but a minor drug bust. A quick hit to the groin of crime. A bunch of people would get arrested. Drugs seized. A pat on the back another on the shoulder, some recommendations and that was it.. Certainly it would be nothing more than just another day in the life of the Heavy Response Unit.
Or at least so Gonnageta believed as he entered the transport.
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5e314e No.897
| Rolled 45, 2 = 47 (2d100) |
>>891>Name: Project 26A 'swarm seed'>Species: Biological experiment>Appearance: a rat sized creature that looks like a mix between a badger and a crustacean>Fluff: A biological experiment by one of the crazier scientists on the planet. The project was made to see if one could create a creature that could rapidly evolve like the storied swarm aliens in old fiction. Well it worked and it got out.>Location: Abandoned City ruins>Profession: Biological experimentDon't fill this in
>Inventory:>Companions:>Bonus:[Consume] When you eat a being you steal it's genetics and add it's traits to your own automatically, this is hard to control however.>[Adapt and Thrive] If exposed to a stimulus for long enough you will be able to alter your genetics to adapt to it, staying in water will allow you to try and create gills. It is slow but can be controlled by exposing yourself to something for long enough.1&2. I must feed. I must grow stronger. Easy prey first. I can smell something. It is close. Follow the smell. It could be easy prey or something I may scavenge.
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5e314e No.898
| Rolled 16, 80 = 96 (2d100) |
>>895Fill this in
>Name:Lady Verya Kairiun >Species: Human >Appearance:Always in a black dress while wearing opera gloves, & pale with black hair >Fluff:She's a heiress of the Kairiun Dynasty of trade ships and merchants. She's stated to be clever at the business and swerd when it comes to her suitors. But unbeknownst to her family she runs a secret drug empire with a iron fist. She always would wear black no matter the occasion because she wants to be dominant. She's the last in line to inherit her father's trade and estate. But her older brother is the first to inherit her father's business and estate. To her, it's even a cruel joke that he even gets to inherit the company even though he's clearly a bastard. She wants to inherit everything and she won't let kin get in her way
>Location: Surface, Kairiun Estate >Profession: Mob Boss & Heiress
>Inventory: Compact PDA, Personal Energy Shield, Loadsa Money, Extravagant Wardrobe>Companions:>Bonus: [Criminal Mastermind +10 to deals with criminal elements and actions] You are the secret head of a criminal empire feared and respected by many.>[Family Contacts +10 to diplomacy] Thanks to your father's trade links you know a variety of contacts in high places and are trained in dealing with them1.Damnnit, you know I've giving you cut after cut and what did you do? You stole from the one who's feeding your dirt poor family.That is the last straw Manfried do your worst strip him of any gear to see if he's a informant then kill him I'll be damned if he dares to take from me the only chance to help my father.
2.Go quickly make sure the other guys know to hide the operations from the police I'm running late and I need to go now.
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5e314e No.899
| Rolled 54, 26 = 80 (2d100) |
>>895Name: Tim the Misinterprative porn star
Species: Human
Appearance: Tall, dark and handsome, Tim can best be described as a "meathead" in more ways then one…
Fluff: Tim was the biggest rising star in the porn industry, he was shooting towards the top, with no man, women or other cosmic horror was poised to stop him. He only had one flaw, his abiblity to misinterpret the prompts from his co-stars. One left the indusrty forever after Tim gave her 25 pounds of sausage after she asked to see his "meat". Tim also had a friend, his name was Urchin; a mentally handicapped manchild from New Glasgow, Tim adopted him after witnessing him trying to eat a brick for a dollar. He then ran for block manager of his local district, and with his retarded morality pet, he won with a landslide
Location: Red light district
Profession: Porn Star/Politician
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Inventory: Compact PDA, Block Manager Identification Sash, Deluxe Hover Car
Companions: Urchin
Bonus:[Don't I know you? +10 to diplomacy with anyone] Due to your past career many people recognize your face (even if they won't admit it.)
[Position of Authority] You wield a fair bit of authority and can order the local city departments around, the police are exemt due to them answering only to the planetary governor.
1-2.) Hold a city meeting, i want all walks of life admitted, and i want there opinions heard, from every district, give me the top and the bottom our the economic ladder, give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, give me ideas on how to fix this city, and set about doing so.
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5e314e No.900
| Rolled 13, 88 = 101 (2d100) |
>>894>Name: Jacob Namir>Species: Augmented Human>Appearance: A relatively average looking man, black hair, brown eyes, and a lack of stubble. What he shows on the outside is fake, his bones coated in heavy plastic and plates of steel over his chest. He is as heavily augmented as possible, a choice made to become more machine than human if it allowed him to survive.>Fluff: A endless cycle of misery and suffering. Jacob's parents were just a cog in the machine. They were used up and when they finally broke like so many others, they got discarded to the Undercity. Different circumstances but same result in the end. Jacob himself is just another number on some bureaucrat's board during their weekly meeting, another kid born to the dirty unwashed masses that dwelled in the Undercity. They expected them to conform. They needed the undercity to conform. To put it short, we didn't. So they sent in the drones and made it so that they could never leave this hell on earth by putting some blockade over our planet. They made amends or at least they tried to, food shipments down to the planet in exchange for our silence but they couldn't buy us underneath the surface. So they just bought those over us instead. It was sickening to hear how our so called protectors were enforcing the qurrantine for our own good. It was even worse when they started to crack down on supposed crime. A lot of innocent people got killed in the crossfire between the police and the gangs.
Jacob was just twelve when his closest friend in the world was shot dead in front his eyes during a black market raid. They didn't even blink. It might have been a accident but they didn't even take the time to say sorry or try to help him. They just went on, shooting anyone with a gun and sometimes hitting civilians. A lot of innocent death caused by the fucktards that supposedly protected them. He was fifteen when his mother died in the hospital due to a lack of care. They just didn't have enough medicine to spread around and they thought she was better off than others. They were wrong. To be honest, it was almost a relief for Jacob, he no longer had anyone depending on him. He was sixteen when he joined the Freedom First Brotherhood after going to one of their secret rallies along with some friends. They had eloquent words but more importantly, they had guns.
He became their sword and they became his voice. Its been a long time since that day. What grew from a small faction in a small section of the Undercity had transcended beyond that. They were a movement. They would bring freedom to the downtrodden masses or die trying. Their soldiers were experienced enough but Jacob, Jacob was on a whole 'nother level. He was their sword after all. The media called him and his squad terrorists but they were really freedom fighters. Where others faltered, his men smashed through police lines and did what was needed for their freedom. Demolitions. Assassination. Disruption. They did their duty so that others could have a brighter future. He and his men will die so that others may truly live free. One day, they will be remembered in the history books as heroes but for now, they ply their trade in the hopes for a brighter future.
A future where they can touch the sky.
>Location: Undercity Brotherhood Cell>Profession: Terrorist>Inventory: Compact SMG, Combat Knife, Poison Capsules>Companions:>Bonus: [Augmented Man] You are heavily augmented physically, and can dish out and receive hits like a champ, crushing a skull or taking a beating is easy for you.
[Connections +10 to obtaining illegal goods] Thanks to your membership to the FFB you have a web of contacts throughout the undercity that can get you information and goods if you grease the right palm.
1-2) Its time. Hit the networks for information on this politician and call up the old squad to see if any of them are up for another job.
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5e314e No.901
| Rolled 85, 47 = 132 (2d100) |
>>895
>Name: Sanyi Jung>Species: Human>Appearance: A hard man, early 30's. Sinewy and scarred, with short cut hair. Average height, on the short side. Pale green eyes, with black hair.>Fluff: Sanyi grew up in a military family, raised on tales of martial honor and glory, the brotherhood of soldiers. Sanyi enlisted the moment he turned of age, alongside his two brothers and one sister, and served honorably, despite the horrors of war. Sanyi quickly became an officer, attaining the rank of Lieutenant. The unit went a 3 full tours only suffering a handful of fatalities, but this was before the Battle of Tepes. The carefully laid out plans devolved into Urban Combat, where every steet and every house became a battlefield. When the enemy pushed through the defensive lines, Sanyi and his platoon made a stand, outnumbered and out-gunned. They were ready to die heroes, and sacrifice for their nation. The platoon suffered an astonishing 89% casualties, all those who served under his command fighting to the last. Sanyi, however, was not granted a glorious death. He was captured, tortured, and held until the end of the war, almost a year later. When he was finally released, his body was made hard, and criss-crossed with brutal scars. He cried for an entire day after those soldiers pulled him out of the cells he was locked in.
>Sanyi was lauded with medals and honors, but he was never the same. He re-enlisted after nearly 2 years of recovery, but after recruits started noticing a shaking in his hands, and his thousand yard stare, he was politely discharged, despite his pleading.
>However, civilian life was impossible now for a person like him, and he had no skills besides warfare. He took to hunting down the scum of the earth and locking them up, just to earn enough to put food on the table. Then, people started to realize he was good at it. Very good. He began getting larger contracts, and eventually it stopped mattering who he was tracking down, whether they were guilty, or whether or not he had to bring them in alive. It was the only thing that took his mind of his tortured body, and stopped the shaking in his hands…
>He now plied his trade in the wretched cities of Cynesial, where there was no shortage of work. It was not a good life. It was not a good life. But in Sanyi's words,"I am what I am. Someone has to be."
>Location: Undercity>Profession: Bounty Hunter
>Inventory: RN13 Laser Carbine, Auto Pistol, Standard Issue Combat Gear>Companions:>Bonus:[Veteran Soul +10 in combat] You served for a long time in the armed force and are no stranger to violence of any kind>[I saw worse back in Tepes] You have seen some shit in your lifetime and now all but the most dire of situations are child's play to you. You can walk through a hail of lead without flinching. Of course, outside of combat you are a little twitchy and can be unnerving to civvies.Sanyi enters the bar inconspicuously. Grand-standing gets men killed after all. This is unfamiliar territory, and one must tread carefully.
Very carefully.
The twitching in his hands had subsided, his mind adopting laser-focus. All other thoughts subsided.
1. Alcohol. It dulls the mind, slows the reflexes. It gets men killed, or more accurately in this case, brought in and a locked up. For now, remain quiet, and watch. Allow the scum to rack up his tab even higher, and wait out the night.
Sanyi quietly sips his glass of water in the far corner, never letting the mark leave his sights. He watches for weapons, associates, anything of interest. The man gets all the drunker as the night goes on, and when he finally closes out his tab…
2. Sanyi wait's until the thief stumbles drunkenly into the alleyway.
That's when he strikes, moving quickly to bring the bastard into custody. By any means necessary.
He's wanted alive, but if he resists, there's plenty of ways to hurt a man without killing him, Sanyi thinks, while thumbing the butt of his Auto Pistol.
If anyone knows that, it's me…
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5e314e No.902
| Rolled 53, 58 = 111 (2d100) |
>>892Name: Detective Dick Rockwell
Species: Human
Appearance: Tall dark and handsome
Fluff: "Detective Dick Rockwell, at your service" Detective Rockwell was raised by his police chief father who died from a an unexpected heart attack brought on by some unknown agent in his body. Some believed it was his moustachioed twin brother who did it and some believe it was a jealous lover. Dick Rockwell believes what he can see, smell and taste and has devoted his life to finding the killer
Location: Detective's Office
Profession: Detective
Inventory: Z-98 Laser Pistol, Basic Body Armour, Sweet Shades, Single Man Hover Car
Companions:
Bonus: [Perceptive +10 to find clues and hidden things] As a detective, you make a living by noticing the slightest detail and finding things no one else can.
[Hello, can I ask you a few questions? +10 to making people talk] You were already a suave son of a bitch and thanks to your detective training you know how to coax information out of people as efficiently as possible
1-2 Club Kroya…a seedy place if memory serves and crowded with some of the crustiest and scarred wagers around. Though I suppose not all of us can work on commission for the puffy shirts and studded uniforms. This new lead smells….Quality, Q for quality I suppose or Q for Qualm? A grudge to settle? There is one thing I know that Q does stand for though…and its Questions.
(YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH)
The Department has a number of informants on its pay, see if I can get some info out of one of them before i get ahead of myself
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5e314e No.903
>>896Hunnen is extremely grateful and as he is free for the day offers to help you with the raid.
Despite assurances that you'll be fine he insists and you relent, both of you taking a PD shuttle to the moon after gearing up. As you walk through the masses of the market crowds you have time to talk and catch up, him explaining how he has plans on retiring early so he can sped more time with his family, open a store or something.
You nod in understanding, the guy has been one of the most hard working members of the force risking his life many times to pull comrades out of the fire. He chuckles as he recounts one tale where a rookie got shot in the ass.
"Yeah, he was hopping around like an idiot and wouldn't stay still, so the Sarge clocked him with a stun mace so the medic could operate", As you leave the crowds behind you enter an area full of storage sheds and warehouses. Hunnen quiets down as you both approach a dilapidated building and draws his rifle, "This looks like the place, seems kinda quie-!"
He is cut off by a gunshot, followed by him falling to the ground with a wet gurgle. You duck behind a crate and drag Hunnen with you.
Looks like it's not going to be a simple job after all.
>>897Sniffing around you pass a small pond and clamber through the wreckage of some kind of convenience store, inside lies the remains of some kind of creature. Not a predator clearly but large and covered in thick scales.
Nothing appears to be around so you scuttle over and start feasting on the carcass. After a minute of consuming the flesh of the dead beast you feel your body altering, the fur on your body starts to fall out and is replaced by scales similar to your meals. You also feel an obvious increase in your height and weight, muscles increasing in density and limbs growing longer.
Your elation is cut off by a wailing sound from outside, some kind of animal pulls itself over the rubble an fixes it's eyes on you. It's clearly some kind of primate but the size of a dog and with long, sharp claws. It alters it's gaze between you and the dead creature, clearly trying to decide between fighting you, or waiting until you leave.
It makes it's mind up quickly, jumping down at you and trying to claw your back, only failing thanks to your new scales. It hops back a bit and starts gnashing it's teeth at you.
Roll combat and action.
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5e314e No.906
>Name: Donny 'The Deadeye' Giovanni
>Species: Augmented Human
>Appearance: Some men are good at fighting. Others at driving. Some with technology, speechcraft, or politics.
Donny is good at one thing and one thing alone: shooting. And if you're good at something never do it for free.
A long time member of the mafia and the Giovanni family since he first picked up a gun for them as a boy of no older than 14, he took to shooting like a duck to water, soon becoming one of the families best marksmen. He's followed his uncle the Don Giovanni all his life, he'll follow his son and cousin Ricardo Giovanni after him, and he plans to follow the family to the end of his days.
Always caught somewhere between casual and formally dressed his hair slicked down and with lips that never frown nor smile in any extreme, Donny bears slight modifications. The most distinct is a red robotic eye with multiple lenses and electronic targeting allowing for much more accurate sights and shooting. He also has a modified respiratory system, allowing him to hold his breathe longer for accurate shooting as well as run faster when to find a new place to shoot, or more often bail out.
>Fluff:
>Location: (Giovanni Family Warehouse)
>Profession: (Gangster)
Don't fill this in
>Inventory:
>Companions:
>Bonus:
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5e314e No.910
>>898Upon hearing you tell one of your goons to kill him the dealer goes crazy and leaps over the table towards you screaming about how he'll kill you.
He manages to get a good hit in and tears your dress, ruining it completely. Fortunately your guards manage to grab hold of him and drag the screaming man away, the sound of a laser pistol being fired is heard for a second and his cries go silent.
Realizing that they fucked up they set about the other task with gusto, enforcers are sent out and spend the rest of the day ensuring that your operations are hidden from the eye of the law.
You make it the the meeting with your father a few minutes late but get ushered in quickly. As you take your seat he gives you a questioning look before turning to the men in front of you both. Two off planet trading partners with connections in the galactic senate.
If you can buy them to your side your house will again flourish thanks to being allowed free movement for your cargo ships.
>>899The call goes out and the masses gather, there is a greater variety of people from all walks of life in the crowd than anywhere else on the planet. As you take to the podium the people hush, a few women swooning as they gaze upon you.
You ask them what it is they want and they answer. Cries for better medical services and an increase in transportation systems are the most common. As they say their needs you write them down, making a list of the five most important things in the public view.
1)Increase in quality of medical services
2)Increase in public transportation
3)Many people want a park to be built, so that the kids of the area can at least understand what one is
4)Schools have a lack of teachers and funding
5)You need to make more porn
Saving the list in your PDA you thank the people and inform them you shall get on to these problems as soon as you get back to your office.
Feeling pleased with yourself and certain that you have succeeded in your first duty you turn to leave. Only to find Urchin shitting in the corner of the stage. The crowd goes silent as they notice and soon they are all laughing at it.
You facepalm at your companions antics, it had all been going so well.
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5e314e No.915
>>900You try to get in contact with your network of informants but only get static.
Apparently they've been moving around a lot of the crew after your last job, the fuzz had been getting really nosey.
Anything you do get is vague, all that's certain is he's staying in an apartment in one of the fancier areas of town, he has a light security detail and leaves to go to meetings at 8am every morning exactly.
Getting in contact with the crew goes easier, most of them were in nearby safe houses and were looking for you anyway. You gather all 4 of them .
First is Frank Reynolds, an unassuming guy but an expert with poisons and explosives, killing people without them ever seeing he most of the time.
The second is Christopher Williams, the marksman of the group, taking position with his rifle and covering you guys as best he can with his augmented eyes and brain.
Third is Leah, an orphan with no last name, she's the one that gets you out with her skills behind the wheel of any vehicle.
And last is the newest member of your group, an excitable young kid called Tommy Hanley, he's still getting a grip for his role in the team and for now serves as the guy that carries all the supplies.
What's the plan?
>>901As you watch him you eye up a cheap street made pistol on his waist, nothing that should be a threat to your armour, he also manages to piss off a group of young girls as they walk past him.
Later as you follow him into the alleyway he stumbles about trying to avoid trash and puddles of moisture on the ground, his drunken state allowing you to just stroll up and smack him over the head with the but of your pistol.
He falls like a sack of bricks and struggles about on the ground making rather pathetic whimpers every so often.
You tie him up and carry him over your shoulder to the nearest security outpost, depositing him on the counter in the lobby.
The officer behind the desk chuckles and scans the man's ID to check he is the target, after his identity is confirmed if complete he takes your bounty card and transfers 4000 cred stacks to your account.
There is a board of other bounty's that have been out out in the corner of the room.
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5e314e No.924
>>902You call up one of the force's many informants, he listens to what you have to say before telling you to give him half an hour as he looks through the files he has.
As you wait for the information you play darts and organize your office, it had been in a real state after you had that secretary from accounting over the other week. What a ring-a-ding broad.
Soon your comm rings as you receive a data packet from the informant, all the files he has on the Club Kroya, there's also a message apologizing for being unable to find anything about anyone that goes by Q.
Sifting through the files you find the club is a front for a large crime boss, apparently his son was killed recently, in a similar manner to your father.
>>906You stand watching the exits of the warehouse, the boss is doing some business and doesn't want to be disturbed.
You eye up a lone guy walking past and he hurries away under your gaze. Heh, what a wimp. The bark of a laser pistol wakes you from your watch and soon the Boss walks out his son in tow.
"You got the rest of the day off Donny, meet me in the Gundio Lounge tomorrow morning."
>Inventory: MW67 Compact Sub-machine Gun, Classy Armoured Suit, Stack of Creds, Silenced Pistol>Companions:>Bonus:[Eat Lead or Las Bitch+10 to using any firearm] You were a good shot before the augs but now your one of the best in the business.[Honour amongst Crooks] Your Boss knows you to be an unquestionably loyal member of his crew and a fried, you can call in small favurs from him thanks to your years of service.
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5e314e No.925
| Rolled 90 (1d100) |
>>903>Name: Project 26A 'swarm seed'>Species: Biological experiment>Appearance: a dog sized creature that looks like a mix between a scaly badger and a crustacean>Fluff: A biological experiment by one of the crazier scientists on the planet. The project was made to see if one could create a creature that could rapidly evolve like the storied swarm aliens in old fiction. Well it worked and it got out.>Location: Abandoned City ruins>Profession: Biological experimentDon't fill this in
>Inventory:>Companions:>Bonus:[Consume] When you eat a being you steal it's genetics and add it's traits to your own automatically, this is hard to control however.>[Adapt and Thrive] If exposed to a stimulus for long enough you will be able to alter your genetics to adapt to it, staying in water will allow you to try and create gills. It is slow but can be controlled by exposing yourself to something for long enough.Fight: Interesting. This one shall be good prey. It's claws can not pierce my hide. Strike fast and hard, aim for the neck.
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5e314e No.926
| Rolled 81 (1d100) |
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5e314e No.931
| Rolled 11, 49 = 60 (2d100) |
>>924>Name: Sanyi Jung>Species: Human>Appearance: A hard man, early 30's. Sinewy and scarred, with short cut hair. Average height, on the short side. Pale green eyes, with black hair.>Fluff: Sanyi grew up in a military family, raised on tales of martial honor and glory, the brotherhood of soldiers. Sanyi enlisted the moment he turned of age, alongside his two brothers and one sister, and served honorably, despite the horrors of war. Sanyi quickly became an officer, attaining the rank of Lieutenant. The unit went a 3 full tours only suffering a handful of fatalities, but this was before the Battle of Tepes. The carefully laid out plans devolved into Urban Combat, where every steet and every house became a battlefield. When the enemy pushed through the defensive lines, Sanyi and his platoon made a stand, outnumbered and out-gunned. They were ready to die heroes, and sacrifice for their nation. The platoon suffered an astonishing 89% casualties, all those who served under his command fighting to the last. Sanyi, however, was not granted a glorious death. He was captured, tortured, and held until the end of the war, almost a year later. When he was finally released, his body was made hard, and criss-crossed with brutal scars. He cried for an entire day after those soldiers pulled him out of the cells he was locked in.
>Sanyi was lauded with medals and honors, but he was never the same. He re-enlisted after nearly 2 years of recovery, but after recruits started noticing a shaking in his hands, and his thousand yard stare, he was politely discharged, despite his pleading.
>However, civilian life was impossible now for a person like him, and he had no skills besides warfare. He took to hunting down the scum of the earth and locking them up, just to earn enough to put food on the table. Then, people started to realize he was good at it. Very good. He began getting larger contracts, and eventually it stopped mattering who he was tracking down, whether they were guilty, or whether or not he had to bring them in alive. It was the only thing that took his mind of his tortured body, and stopped the shaking in his hands…
>He now plied his trade in the wretched cities of Cynesial, where there was no shortage of work. It was not a good life. It was not a good life. But in Sanyi's words,
>"I am what I am. Someone has to be."
>Location: Undercity>Profession: Bounty Hunter
>Inventory: RN13 Laser Carbine, Auto Pistol, Standard Issue Combat Gear, 4000 Credit Stacks>Companions:>Bonus:[Veteran Soul +10 in combat] You served for a long time in the armed force and are no stranger to violence of any kind>[I saw worse back in Tepes] You have seen some shit in your lifetime and now all but the most dire of situations are child's play to you. You can walk through a hail of lead without flinching. Of course, outside of combat you are a little twitchy and can be unnerving to civvies.Simple. That was good. I like simple. I like reliable. Oddly enough, work in my field is usually neither… But we make due.
1.2 Scan the boards, in particular, look for jobs posted by Politicians and Nobility. They'll pay extra to keep their secrets out of sight, and they can carry favors for those they owe. I'm new in this town, it's wise to make some allies before I make too many enemies.
Although, that being said, I'll take what I can get.
It's been a long night… I'll head back to my quarters for now. I need a hot meal and a cold drink. Perhaps if I'm lucky, I might even get some sleep tonight…
Too many damned nightmares.
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5e314e No.932
| Rolled 10, 71 = 81 (2d100) |
>>924Name: Detective Dick Rockwell
Species: Human
Appearance: Tall dark and handsome
Fluff: "Detective Dick Rockwell, at your service" Detective Rockwell was raised by his police chief father who died from a an unexpected heart attack brought on by some unknown agent in his body. Some believed it was his moustachioed twin brother who did it and some believe it was a jealous lover. Dick Rockwell believes what he can see, smell and taste and has devoted his life to finding the killer
Location: Detective's Office
Profession: Detective
Inventory: Z-98 Laser Pistol, Basic Body Armour, Sweet Shades, Single Man Hover Car
Companions:
Bonus: [Perceptive +10 to find clues and hidden things] As a detective, you make a living by noticing the slightest detail and finding things no one else can.
[Hello, can I ask you a few questions? +10 to making people talk] You were already a suave son of a bitch and thanks to your detective training you know how to coax information out of people as efficiently as possible
1 Taking off my shades I head into the training room and practice my shot with the Z-98
2 Putting on my Sweet Shades and locking the comm with my password I inform Boss that I have a lead and will be leaving shortly to find some clues and ask some questions.
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5e314e No.934
| Rolled 77, 13 = 90 (2d100) |
>>910Fill this in
>Name:Lady Verya Kairiun >Species: Human >Appearance:Always in a black dress while wearing opera gloves, & pale with black hair >Fluff:She's a heiress of the Kairiun Dynasty of trade ships and merchants. She's stated to be clever at the business and swerd when it comes to her suitors. But unbeknownst to her family she runs a secret drug empire with a iron fist. She always would wear black no matter the occasion because she wants to be dominant. She's the last in line to inherit her father's trade and estate. But her older brother is the first to inherit her father's business and estate. To her, it's even a cruel joke that he even gets to inherit the company even though he's clearly a bastard. She wants to inherit everything and she won't let kin get in her way
>Location: Surface, Kairiun Estate >Profession: Mob Boss & Heiress
>Inventory: Compact PDA, Personal Energy Shield, Loadsa Money, Extravagant Wardrobe>Companions:>Bonus: [Criminal Mastermind +10 to deals with criminal elements and actions] You are the secret head of a criminal empire feared and respected by many.>[Family Contacts +10 to diplomacy] Thanks to your father's trade links you know a variety of contacts in high places and are trained in dealing with them1-2 Ah hello sirs I want to say that that will you please forgive me for being late I had to break up a catfight with the store owner and my servant. I will like to inform you that our planet is viable for shipbuilding and is a hotbed for cybernetics & Herbal medicine. Blocking us will be bad for entire planets and or poor planets that need the supplies so I ask you will you please lift the quarantine. Also we are the trading company that you can trust with supplies
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5e314e No.938
| Rolled 62, 52 = 114 (2d100) |
>>903>Name: Officer Gonnageta Namesoon>Species: Human>Appearance: Tall grown man with fit physique dark hair and bright eyes. Almost as handsome as Detective Rockwell, but not quite.>Fluff:Nephew of a Police Chief, Cousin of Detective Dick Rockwell, son to said Police Chief's sister and a father who has frequent business in the lower parts of town as rather successful business man. Former Riot Police, now Police Heavy Response Operator.
>Location: On the move>Profession: Police Heavy Response Operator
>Inventory:+ [H&K PD-4] (Stun and Kill Setting)
+ [Pacifier] (Stun Maul)
+ [Advanced Riot Armor]
+ [Handcuffs]
>Companions:>Bonus:+ [Specialist Training] (+10 to Combat) You have been through the Cynesial Police Training program and picked up a variety of skills to keep you alive when patrolling the city.
+ [Police Business] You can requisition any civilian vehicle to help you in your duties, you don't get to keep it once you are done with it sadly, that would be unprofessional.
1-2. Gonnageta dragged Hunnen into cover as his visor closed and information began to flood his system. The overlay reported several recent impacts of high velocity slug projectiles that had been fired from a nearby position. Sometimes he wondered why the Response Team versions of the visors also contained the investigative programms. However it was not like he was complaining, it gave him at least some tactical advantage and the location of the shooter.
Quickly he checked on Hunnen, if he was lucky that gurgling meant that the cooling had been hit, if not he could have a dangerous injury on his hands. He hadn't triggered his emergency beacon yet, however should it come to the worst he would have no other choice. Should Hunnen prove to be only mildly wounded there would be no need, if it turns out however that Hunnen is indeed gravely injured he will apply first aid and set of Hunnen's emergency beacon.
Gonnageta shouldered his rifle. Kill or stun? Nobody had been killed yet, so going with stun was the appropriate action. With a silent hissing sound his rifle jumped to life. He'd have to take the gunman out quickly. Certainly there was more to come and he didn't need to get pinned down now that they had already lost the element of surprise.
As far as Gonnageta was concerned this raid had already been pretty much botched, who knew if they burned the drugs, tried to flush them down the toilet or made a run for it. They wouldn't get off scott free either way but the bonus for bringing in worthwile evidence would be lost. Assaulting an Officer was a serious crime and even supporting such an action could get you jail time sure, but they were still paid extra well for a number of different assignments, seizing drugs and illegal weaponry being one of them.
Enough thoughts, he needed to focus now. The Heavy Response Operator took a last deep breath. Time to shoot some junkies.
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5e314e No.11087
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