Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Mission Brief: Infiltrate The Far-Conduit-741, an abandoned cyber-occult research facility, and erase sensitive data before it falls into the hands of Echelon Drift, an infobroker led syndicate auctioning off its secrets. Too many names are at risk.
Risk Level: Yellowline Level 3 – Elevated risk due to unstable data integrity, rogue security AI, and potential third party interference.
Target Status: Fragmented data integrity. The vault's archives are in a flux, archives are deteriorating with each system tick, their corrupted files looping in recursive cycles.
Undervine Whisper: Another voice beats softly in the static hum, cutting deeper than yours.

Keyrunner Mission Giver:
Alias Tag: Circuit | Echo-ID: CR9 | Undervine Alias: C99IT | Race: Sephi (Augmented)
Assistance: Front and PR Coverup.

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Profile:
A mid-tier keyrunner cruising the undercurrents of Denon's digital ecosystem. Circuit is a smooth operator, social guru, PR voice and escape artist. He's the one you call when the op needs a lighter touch, or when brute force won't fix the code. A keyrunner who has a face that can talk past security instead of punching a hole through them, and get you on the inside track without noise. He doesn't offer brute force jobs or smash and grab missions; he specializes in social slicing, deep fakes, and ghosting runs, a rogue protocol specialist, getting in and out before anyone realizes they've been been had. He's also known to smooth over your bad signals and reroute the heat to someone else.


Payment Each:
1x Phantom Signature-Keytrace – A forged identity beacon which scrambles pings and tracebacks, good for 2-3 deep crawls in sensitive network areas.
1x Drift Token for Nomadic holonet and undernet data havens each.
4,000 Credits




Location: Teams Black Hovervan on approach
Team Status: Glade Glade , Centiro Centiro , GhostKey GhostKey (Npc'd), Sickle, Chronicle, Ibis, Juju, Savant, Trix

A stealthy black hovervan skidded smooth over the damp Denon streets, heading for District 74, deep in a run-down urban sprawl. A relatively lawless place—even for Denon—where street gangs had pushed Denon Security all but out completely. The only thing holding any 'legal' sway was a few tough CorpSec private militias, but the dominant power here was SecNet, a rogue military outfit not exactly known for playing nice. So Rogue Protocol was running full jamming on approach, ghosting light to keep off the radar, and taking the long way via an underground tunnel maze to avoid getting spotted. Hovering through an old underground grav-train route on replusorlift.

Decked out in Denon streetwear, laden with neon, tech, and more attitude than a holovid cast, the crew was getting prepared in the back. Some were locked into their decks, slicing through the galactic networks. Others checked their tools—calibrating or fine-tuning. Ibis was sketching holoart with a projector, Sickle carved anarchist symbols into a chunk of metal, Chronicle checked his three different chronometers like time itself owed him a debt. Glade, well she was vibing to some Denon light-wave—an upbeat remix of three local Weequay artists—twirling a silver spoon between her fingers like it was some priceless artifact. To her it was!

Savant called from the front, voice steady as always. "Five minutes till game time. Ready up."
Juju exhaled tension. "Got a bad feeling 'bout this one." She always did every job without fail.
Sickle: "Just once, be real sweet knowin' who's pullin' our strings for these jobs before we start cuttin' them." Their ever-ready anarchist, hating not knowing who hired them.

They'd linked up with a new slicer for this run. Their Keyrunner had recommended him and said he'd vibe with the work, covering up identities that wanted to stay clean, saving people from discovery or hunters. The crew had met Centiro, but Glade didn't know the first thing about him, not even his alias.

She hovered her chair a smidge closer, beaming a bright smile and extending her little hand. "Heya, you uh met the rest of the crew. I'm Glade. Nice t'meet ya." Her head bobbed from her hoverchair, a sleek, high-tech purple rig crammed with more tech than.. well more tech than most people's whole apartment!

Breaking the ice was easy enough. Now, if only she had a name to go with it. Their hover van jolted slightly, catching some interference from the old grav-train route, but held steady. Young Trix snickered from the corner, finding it funny.

Dice:
Higher always better.
D1: Difficulty in initial approach.
Feel free to flavor your post with these always, and use any NPCS, especially as you get to know them. Describe scenes, add your own twists etc
 
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