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Re: Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3

e of pi posted in Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3 on 2017-03-22 22:51:01
"First, don't do that without asking, and second show me what you got in through. But the latter later," Luis says, eyeing his outgoing network usage. He scans the horizon again. "I'm definitely seeing at least 30, though."

Re: Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3

skullandscythe posted in Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3 on 2017-03-22 17:32:21
"Just came by to see if you've heard anything from the people here. We've got a defense plan, but there's too many unknowns for anyone to feel comfortable with it." Zaef hesitates. "Also, Caleb said he'd been kicked out. Something about being a disruption?"

Re: Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3

e of pi posted in Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3 on 2017-03-21 23:18:29
"Maybe, but there's about three quads of them," Luis says. "That's not the worst odds, if we had to do it, but we're already down vehicles. I think we do better if we make them come to us if they want a piece of us, and we call for more support to clear them out." He pauses, turning from the tactical picture, and mentally rewinds. "Also, good eyes? What does that mean?"

Re: Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3

Admiral Duck Sauce posted in Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3 on 2017-03-21 10:43:24
"Good eyes," Front tells Luis. "I would cloak up, jam or kill their comms, and take the village. They wouldn't be able to get help without sending runners - slow targets; or vehicles - big targets. We play it safe and slow, bleed out their numerical advantage, sow fear and erode their morale, then pwn them hard."

Re: Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3

punkey updated in Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3 on 2017-03-20 23:21:07
Zaef walks down the hill into the largest structure in the little village - two of the small cinder brick houses joined together into a community gathering point of sorts, now occupied by Kitty and her merry band of Keepers. Marta is walking around the room, guiding the locals from station to station, where they're scanned by various Imperial medical devices, and when needed, shunted to one side or the other for treatment. One Keeper is busy administering complex multivalent immunotherapies to treat malaria, tuberculosis, and a few cases of leishmaniasis, while another checks an infant for nutritional health. Of course, Kitty's research is ongoing, too - each resident has a snap DNA sample taken to be quickly sequenced and added to her database as part of her ongoing project to chart genetic drift between the Narsai'i and the rest of humanity.

Marta fends off a male Keeper from approaching one of the women in the village and brings a Bashakra'i woman over to help her out before looking Zaef's way. "What's going on, boss?"


Shove a sufficiently thick piece of metal between a load and a fulcrum and put enough force on it, and pretty much anything will move. In this case, the piece of metal is the driveshaft of Arlana's wrecked vehicle, and the force is a trin of Wherren (and Luis and Arketta) pushing it as hard as they can. The HMMWV's wrecked from creaks, snaps, and pops, and eventually widens enough for Arlana to slide out and hit the ground, emitting a scream of pain followed by grunted hard breaths.
"Mother!" Arketta shouts, and rushes to Arlana's side.
"Yes, definitely broken ribs," Arlana grunts. "Arketta, be a dear and -"
Arketta's already got the kauka in her hands, and waves a hand over her mother's armor to activate the carapace's med-diagnostic visuals - a rough idea of what's damaged and where to guide kauka application without needing to remove the armor. A flash later, and Arlana cries out again, but her breathing then quickly goes from labored to steady.

"Better," Arlana grunts, and climbs to her feet. She looks over at the village in the distance - Luis can see with his implants the clear outline of little human shapes the couple of miles distant, watching and waiting for the patrol to approach. "Without the vehicles, we have no way back, and we are easy targets out here in the open. They see us now, but we can break line of sight behind the hills." She turns back to the patrol - now mostly comprising of Bashakra'i and Wherren, along with a couple trins of Narsai'i, the highest ranking one being a Staff Sergeant. "We have two options. Bunker up, the Sheen - Front Toward Enemy - calls for extraction, and we hold out until support arrives - or we find a flank, and clear the village out. Luis, Sheen, you two have the best eyes - how many do you see?"

(Luis: 1d10 = 10; 1d10 = 9
FTE: 1d12 = 8; 1d10 = 9; 1d10 = 10)

FTE stretches its legs out a little further to stick a few sconces over the top of the hill, but thermals and heat distortion prevent it from getting a good view. Luis, on the other hand, is just to the left of the unsteady air, and after a bit of haptics to zoom his vision in a few tens of magnification (and getting used to looking around with telescopes in his head), gets a count of roughly 35 individuals versus their quad of off-worlders and six Narsai'i survivors.

Re: Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3

e of pi posted in Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3 on 2017-03-16 21:23:44
"Understood, Luis says. Arlana, stay put," he adds on the other channel. "Just give us a second and we can get you out more easily." He hustles up to the HMMWV, looking for any risk of fire or explosion, then gets to work with the Wherren pulling the wreckage clear enough. Nice to have the big furry jaws of life, he finds himself thinking.

Re: IC 1 - Amsterdam

Gatac updated in IC 1 - Amsterdam on 2017-03-13 13:54:45
(Gonna have Luc use his Research and Bureaucracy abilities to search the office.)

While the others busy themselves with the inevitable thuggery and fireworks, Luc decides to crack his knuckles and get down to the true soul of espionage: research. The target: one corner office, brimming with files of all transactions legit and maybe not so legit running through this warehouse. In a better world, they'd pack up everything and ship it to a team of analysts, but considering most of this will be burned to cinders in a couple of minutes, a rough search of the paper thicket will have to do.

A quick search of the file cabinet yields a lot of mundane paperwork, mostly of interest to a forensic accountant - Luc browses a bit, and the impression he gets is that Visser's been working his ass off trying to invent phantom shipments and fake invoices to cover increased shipment volumes from his Crip business partners. It's hard to divine a Big Picture, but a few account names do stick out: Shengzen Logistics & Procurement Ltd (obviously a Chinese supplier - and maybe the source of the drone tank, given the shipping papers?), Hipper HochTief GmbH (German construction?) and a "Black Sea Alliance", which could just as well be a network of organized Crimean crime or a fancy pirate-themed cruise company. What promises to be more relevant for up-to-date intel is a computer under the warehouse manager's desk, which - compared to most of the stuff around it - looks strikingly new; Luc quickly opens the case, pulls a few cables and slides out the harddrive caddy, pocketing the device for later, more leisurely analysis. After that, it's checking light fixtures, wall sockets and the undersides of drawers for slicks. It's nothing world-shattering, but Luc does find a loose socket that hides a thick rubber-banded roll of cash - 50 Euro bills, probably the biggest denomination actually useful when going on the run, totalling about 2000 Euros. There's also a no-shit Nokia 3310 burner phone hidden in there, and while Luc doesn't want to chance any surprises that might be rigged to it, it looks like it's been in there long enough that it might not actually have any charge left - hell, you have to wonder if it'll even take a charge and ever turn back on, at this rate. This whole stash was probably put in place years ago and then never touched again.

Re: IC 1 - Amsterdam

Admiral Duck Sauce posted in IC 1 - Amsterdam on 2017-03-13 13:52:34
Tim nods to Mason once the Pineapple Express is ready to leave the station. Tim didn't consider himself naive, just... he had operational preferences, and despite his anger at the drone tank's intended purpose, it wasn't worth the two guards' lives. Mason and Tim might be on a compatible wavelength after all. Heartening.

"Go be a fisherman or some shit," Tim hisses to them. "Get baked, catch some fish, go back to school... Mats, and, let's see here... Lars."

Re: IC 1 - Amsterdam

Gatac updated in IC 1 - Amsterdam on 2017-03-13 13:05:37
"We just need him to stay quiet and out of the way - shouldn't be hard now that he knows what Varajev was up to," Mason replies in whisper, then turns back to the crooks and press-checks his sidearm. "Laatste kans. Wat weet je over Varayev?" (Last chance. What do you know about Varajev?)
"He...he drive Tesla!" the driver says. "He...always with two other people. Chechens! Very big people!" Sensing that this does not answer Mason's question, he wracks his brain for more, for anything at all. "He...he call our boss before some hours! Yes, he call our boss at afternoon, so our boss goes away today, leave us here."
"Wat is zijn naam?" Mason asks. (What is his name?)
"Hendrik!" the driver blurts out. "His name is Hendrik, Hendrik Baarda!"
Mason gives them both a thoughtful look, like he's reconsidering putting a bullet in each of them. "We nemen u mee naar een treinstation. Wij zullen uw telefoons en portemonnees te nemen. U vertrekt voor twee weken en bel niemand, of..." (We will take you to a train station. We will take your phones and your wallets. You will leave for two weeks, or...) He fires a shot into the floor in between them. "Begrepen?" (Understood?)
The driver all but jumps out of his skin as the shot falls, clenching his eyes shut and nodding a very enthusiastic yes as his bladder reaches potty emergency o'clock. The passenger chuckles. "Pussy," he says, then looks to Mason and seems to sober up for a moment. ", man," he adds. Behind the team, Visser just stands frozen in place, his face chalk-white.
"Houd uw vriend hier in de rij," Mason tells the driver. "Anders zal ik je te vinden." (Keep your friend in line. Otherwise, I will find you.)
"Yes!" the driver shouts. "Yes, yes!"
"Bag them," Mason says.

While Tim gets to work on "bagging" them and Blake's attention turns back to how to rig the fireworks, Visser remains standing. As the blood returns to his head, you can see that he's reconsidering some of his life choices - especially his taste in business partners.