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[Darkwire Scion]

DARKWIRE SCION​

The Fioran Heist​

The streets have turned hot for Darkwire with bold moves being made against the corporations. Shadowrunners have briefly taken over public radio broadcasts and interfered with legal proceedings, only two of their most recent, blatant actions taken on the world of Denon. Changes have been subtle, but Corpsec are becoming more active, more multiple unit patrols, more heavily armed, everyone is gearing up for a fight.

Darkwire needs to be ready to meet this fight, and to do that they need to rearm and resupply. One of their closest allies in the fight and current Shadowrunner, Ivory Stroud, also fronts the criminal organization known as The Family. Her contacts as the Donna rival Darkwire's on Denon, reaching offworld to Coruscant and far-flung planets beyond. A simple transaction would raise too many eyebrows, The Family has a reputation to uphold and Darkwire's terrorist nature means that any direct deals are bad for business. There must be another way to get this job done.

Enter Marcella Fiora, Caporegime of the Family and owner of Fiora Defence Systems, a maker of high quality armaments. Her warehouse facilities on Denon, while well guarded, would make an excellent place to steal large amounts of weaponry, provided you had someone on the inside to wave you through. Being a business-minded woman, Marcella's opinion of Darkwire plans against the Corpos is not favourable; if she is going to have a momentary lapse in security, it better be worth her while. So, in exchange for a rather large favour, to be collected at a time that suits her, she is willing to leave the key under the metaphorical rug and have her Donna’s allies collect what they need.

This is a simple objective right? Steal some weapons from someone who is letting them be stolen?

You thought wrong. Fiora Defense Systems must be beyond scrutiny here, so the lapse of security will be minimal and short lived. The cameras must be dealt with by skilled shadowrunners, and the small number of Moonveil guards neutralised. Marcella is keeping the in-house security's response times to herself, but Corpsec take no more than 30 minutes to arrive. In 30 minutes from the breach, several heavily armoured speeders will arrive with a large number of armed Seccers, with orders to “shoot to kill”. This is an arms depot after all.

The Establishment is not your grimy, oily workshop that many Denon residents might expect, but a clean, efficient and well lit premises that could be mistaken for a producer of electronic components. Try not to make a mess.

Below is a breakdown of what you might find, these cases are heavy but packed with high quality weapons. It is enough to arm a small army but make sure you have a way to get it out in time.

Cases​	Item​	Items per case​
2	MagPistols	14
2	Scattergun Magrifle	12
2	Assault MagRifle	8
3	MagRifle	4
2	MagSniper	1
50	MagRounds	100 rounds
30	MagShells	60 rounds
2	FDS 4P Blaster Pistol	20
1	FDS 5R Light Repeating Blaster	10

We know Darkwire are coming, we know what they want, and Marcella is very insistent they stick to their script. We also know how unlikely that is. Some Family members will be there simply to observe, in case sticky fingered teens decide to go exploring. Other family members will engage Darkwire, ordered not to kill until that 30 minute window is over. If you are still there after 30, either you vanish or you do as the security forces do, we don’t want any questions as to why the Family were pulling their punches. Several low ranking and out-of-favour members have been selected to be unaware of the mission, if they are found inside and questioned, they will support the official line to protect our assets.

Out of character information​

This is an inside job so any PVP done is not with the aim or killing each other, the aim is simply to convince the authorities that the heist was real. There are a very small number of Family goon NPCs on site who are unaware that the fight is staged if necessary but still, the aim should be incapacitating not execution.

 

[Mairéad Solus]

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Location: The factory gantry
Objective: Protect the interests of Marcella Fiora
Tags: OPEN

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol in thigh holster
Marzanna
Datapad

Mairéad walked quietly on the gantry above the large, open, factory floor, it was night time and it was cool, she wore an Epican suit and a trenchcoat. The trench wasn't for the cold, she never felt the cold, but the trench helped her blend in as a fairly unassuming security patrol. The only light that emanated from her darkened vantage point was the red glow of her cigarra. Her flat shoes helped her pad quietly on the metal grates that overlooked the loading dock. Across on the other gantry another small red glow gave away the position of one of her allies.

Mairéad was eager to get this over and done with, her boss and friend Marcella Fiora had expressed concern whether the teenage terrorists could be trusted to stay on script. She was worried they might steal things not meant for them, or worse, they might damage her expensive facility. So Mairéad had promised her she would be here to supervise them from the shadows. Her guns were loaded for the fight, but she did not intend on using them, as much as she was becoming quite corporate herself, she understood what it felt like to be at the bottom of the pile and there were a lot of corpos who didn't treat their workforce or the community around them as good as they should. There was a little noise outside and she peered out the window of the well maintained building, trying to get a glimpse of the incoming teens. A security light flickered and died, a fake electrical fault, right on queue to signal that the mission was on.

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

Jai leaned back a bit, checking the sharpness of one of his daggers. He wouldn't be using his typical revolvers today, since other pistols were much easier to use as with stun than his usuals. He had his normal bounty hunting armor on, just without the face scarf, and mostly hiding in his cloak. He honestly wasn't sure what Marcella Fiora was thinking, but he trusted her. She wanted to be sure things went smoothly though, which was why Jay was hear. To help keep things from going... too crazy.

Jay looked over at where Mairéad Solus was, slipping the blade into its scabbard before speaking up.

"So, how do you think the weather'll be later? Hoping we won't see too many storms." It may not have been the most stealthy way to ask, but not like anyone could say you said something while talking about weather. It was Coruscant but still, weather was a normal thing on every planet. Easy enough to hide in talking about it. As he asked this, he'd give a Loth-bat a little scratch on the head.

 

[Kardek Alpha]

Mission: Observe and Protect (The Family)
Location: Directly above atmosphere of facility
Tags: Mairéad Solus & Jai'galaar Gred Talk to me on coms or somethin' (shrugs)

Kardek was leaning back rather comfortably in the co-pilot seat of his flying command center, The Harbinger, a heavily-modified Dynamic-Class Freighter that was much more than it would appear to those who might happen to see it. It had been his and Alpha's home for the past five years and was meticulously upkeep at the highest standards.

Alpha, his faithful droid companion, was seated in the pilot seat overlooking the scanners. The two of them were a last resort if things went south, ready to rain down hell-fire from above on whomever the offending party might be. All it would take was a signal and The Harbinger would descend from its perch directly above the atmosphere of the facility, and force help whomever happened to became the focus of their descent.

"Kardek, checking in." He said rather nonchalantly through the ear piece he wore, boredom apparent as he spun one of his TSF-SBP/01 Blasters in his hand expertly. He then gripped it tightly and aimed it at a random console in front of him, looking down its sight as he pretended to fire.

"Pew pew!" He said softly to himself in a higher-pitched voice. Hopefully no one would pick it up over coms… that would be embarrassing.

Alpha turned towards him, making an inquisitive whirr.

"Yeah... should be soon." He said in response. Then it would be off to a local bar on Denon as he got himself properly plastered and watched the reports on the news roll in.

 

[Johnny Diamonds]

thoughts | speech

Denon
Un-named Highrise
1.35km from Fiora Defense Systems Warehouse

Tags: Binary | OPEN

"Ok, let's go shopping..."

Johnny Diamonds was sitting in a ratty, worn office chair in some random office in a building near the target. The target? The Denon warehouse facility of Fiora Defense Systems. There was a burner datapad on the rusted out desk he was sitting at, that had the few pieces of pertinent information he had needed. It was furnished by Darkwire, and who exactly within the organization, he didn't know. Didn't need to know, it didn't matter. What mattered was that it was authentic, which meant it was time to do the prep work.

He'd scouted out a location to temporarily set-up shop, get himself a nice little command center of sorts. Coordination was going to be the key if they planned to pull this off. Of course, the Corellian Slicer-Dicer had his own plans within plans. Information was power in his world, and he'd be a fool not to gather as much as possible. Still, he'd keep that little tidbit to himself. For now, he looked at the terminal, glowing a dim black with green phosphor as he typed away on a mechanical keyboard. Old tech, but reliable. Tactile. Kept him grounded.

His left ocular implant was linked into the CryptNet and HoloNet, 256bit encryption and rotating IPs, the whole nine. The terminal was hardwired into his custom cyberdeck, and it was operating in chorus with his ocular. All was doing as designed. Typing away at the keyboard, it was almost like pianist giving a concert the way his fingers moved. He sent out a message through the CryptNet to an old colleague, knowing she'd be into this type of gig.


CryptNet Link... Active
Log On

Load SapphireProtocol.exe
Loading... Program Active.

User\G3mCyph3r...
Pass\[REDACTED]

Logging... Successful!

Message - Out - User - 865%2.98.B1nary

Body - 'Hey, B1nary. Got a fun little gig lined up with DW. Want in? Sending deets. You know where to find me.'

Message... Sent.


Grinning to himself as his face was lit by the screen, he pulled a hand-rolled cigarra out of a small silvered case, and lit it, taking a drag as he sat back in the chair, looking out the window of the condemned high-rise. He of course, had made sure that it's scheduled demolition was pushed back by a few days, of course. Soon enough, like always, there would be no traces left he was ever here. But for now, it was time to go to work.

Canting his head to the side, a few pops emanated from the vertebrae in his neck as he pulled his railgun from his waistband and set it on the desk next to him. He began to hit those mechanical keys, his hands almost a blur. He focused on the Force, you see, and let it augment his already impressive skills further. Data began to scroll across the screen faster than most would be able to keep up with, but Johnnyboy wasn't your ordinary netrunner, not by a long shot. Soon enough, he was creeping along in the Fiora Subnet, looking for all intents and purposes as a remote contractor logging in for yet another shift. He was scanning it for weaknesses, seeing where the holes were, looking over shift change logs, gathering intel and effectively doing his homework before the big show began.

"None the wiser, the gonks..." he muttered to himself, taking another drag off the cigarra. "Now we wait." Soon enough, he'd be contacted by his other 'associates' through the usual secured channels. Pre-gaming was always a nice way to unwind before a gig, after all. Took the edge off.

 

[Binary]

Location: An unnamed bar | Denon

Tagging: Johnny Diamonds | Open​

There was always something to do on Denon, no matter how mundane they might be, how mind boringly numbing the task. There was always someone looking for a service, to get ahead and only the services of a netrunner would do. There were always fixers out there with jobs available it was just…these jobs were killing her. She'd heard the saying 'every job had its moments of boredom, of busy work' only Binary had always thought that only applied to legal work, days spent in an office or factory. Jobs like those her parents has spent years suffering under, breaking their backs, their spirits, for their corpo overlords.

That wasn't how she'd seen it at the time though, she'd been so proud of her parents, had wanted to be just like them when she grew up. A lifetime spent serving masters who didn't even know their names, who didn't care about them. The cogs in a machine, essential but replaceable, living her life in the lines, following the rules certain of the future ahead of her, that tomorrow would bring much the same as today. A status quo that provided stability, that provided security. That wasn't really how her life had ended up. She'd run from that home, from that future that her father had sacrificed so much to provide. Run to the undercity, to the anonymity of the new life promised by the gangs. She'd risen and fallen, struggled and triumphed in equal measure but she'd never been bored.

Now though, trapped between worlds, between the black and the white it was a status quo of a different sort.

Dark eyes stared up at the sky, hair shifting and blowing across her back, pale skin almost glowing in the dim light as she twirled a bottle between her fingers. She'd heard once that when you died you became part of the force, that religion the Jedi and Sith preached. She'd already died, but maybe, just maybe that little girl who'd run away from home had found her father, falling into his familiar embrace.

A small symbol flashed in her vision, a message…a job. No second-rate fixer though, and no boring or petty jobs. Something real. A file with details waited for her but there could only ever be one reply.

…Accessing Cryptnet…

…Encryption Secure

Contacting User G3mCyph3r

I'm in. See you there G3m.

…disconnecting…

Logoff secure…​

Delicate fingers lifted the bottle towards the sky, tipping forward in a salute before they opened letting it fall, catching the light as it tumbled end over end towards the ground as the brunette turned for the door. She could hear that whistle as it fell and the soft tinkle as it hit the ground, shattering as so many dreams had before.



Do you see me now Dad? Are you still proud?

 

[Nyx N1X3]

"What are you doing there?"

A short, brown haired man looked up from a datapad held in one hand to the source of the voice shouted across the room. Green eyes blinked in momentary confusion at the uninvited intrusion. "Taking inventory," was the shouted reply.

The guard frowned. "Now?"

"I was told to have these inventories by tomorrow. They're getting inventoried by tomorrow. At least they didn't demand I count every round by hand."

A grunt followed the terse reply. "Just make sure the door's locked when you leave."

Once the door shut, the brown haired man slowly turned to look back to where the guard was standing. The datapad lightly tapped on an open palm for a few seconds. The inventory was already tallied with everything accounted for, but the patrol officer didn't need to know that. Instead, he would make sure the loading craft was unlocked. Not that the lock would be difficult to bypass, but it was an unnecessary hurdle under the circumstances.

Holo Disguise: Human, Male, 30s, Brown Hair, Green Eyes, 5' 10", 138 lbs.

// CONNECTING...
Cyber Warfare Unit 003: ONLINE
Encryption Algorithm: UND9

The physical room swept away and in its place stood its digital equivalent. Soon the walls peeled away to reveal the facility as Nyx moved without moving through the warehouse's systems. What she saw interested her. Not because someone had breached the system -- it wasn't up to her standards anyway -- but because the indications of their intrusion were surprisingly responsive. Fast, in other words, especially for an organic. Someone hadn't brought a Cyber Warfare droid to the engagement had they? There were few of those in the galaxy.

From the trail it seemed like whoever or whatever it had been was looking for reconnaissance intelligence. Not unusual. Rather, it shouldn't be unusual, but there were some Slicers these days that thought you just beat your head hard enough against a security layer and somehow you quantum tunneled through it. Nyx preferred an efficient approach. Something shared by the entity that had been here quite recently.

Hopefully Nyx would not need to fry every synapse in their brain (if they were organic).

Family or Darkwire? That was the question. The Family wasn't without those technically capable, but Darkwire would be the more obvious choice seeing how this was a Family facility which shouldn't require a rapid recon. The "trap" was laid well in advance.

Nyx turned her virtual gaze out to the rest of the city, however. Thirty minute response time maximum. Perhaps she would plant a program to ensure the route there was the least efficient -- for the response force -- possible to ensure they weren't early.

Sentient Cyber Stalkers: Johnny Diamonds​

 

[Cherry]

Current location: Alleyway, near the Warehouse
Allies: DW | Open
Items: (2) A-DSD Advanced Dwarf Spider Droids, Stun Baton, Blaster

Cherry rubbed her hands together.

With her duo of spider droids, she began to walk down the dark streets en route to the destination: Fiora Defense System's warehouse. Stealing stuff wasn't really her thing. Well, okay... sometimes it was her thing. But her marks were usually already broken down and left for dead, so to speak. Today, though, seemed to be a different story.

Stealing weapons -- right from the source.

A new recruit, she felt it best to try and do her part. That was how one fitted in with others, yeah? Cherry was plugged in to the comm chatter ( Johnny Diamonds ), and she'd listen for any sign or signal. "Not long now, fellas," she said to her droids. The two spiders were armed, of course. At the moment, they were set to stun... as instructed. She wouldn't let them go 'round shooting up the place, either. They were to behave like civilized little spiders today. Unless the chit really hit the fan...

Hopefully that wouldn't happen.

 

[Samuel Exel]

Location: Factory Gantry
Objective: Protect and Serve, Put on a Show​

Spoiler: Equipment & Appearance

• Armor:
  • "Aegis" Powered Combat Armor, Mk. IV
    • Shield: MP-042 "Skjöldr" Energy Shield
    • Underlay: SGB-01x Bodyglove
    • Vambraces:
      • Left Gauntlet:
        • Nano-Missile Launcher
        • Repulsor
        • Painless Sonic Stunner
      • Right Gauntlet:
        • Fibercord Line
        • Cryo Projector
• Weapons:
  • XE-72 Vindicator Hybrid Hand-Cannon (Unfinished)
    • Restricted to Slugthrower and Non-Lethal Sonic Modes
  • Pair of Dampener Aerosol Grenades
  • Pair of EMP Grenades

Tags: Mairéad Solus , Jai'galaar Gred , Kardek Alpha

The others may or may not recognize him depending on if they took the time to read the briefing on the situation, on who else would be showing up. Some might’ve dismissed it as a joke when it was said that Samuel Exel, whom many within the Family knew as the Bartender of the Star Lounge, would be joining this night as a guard. It was his first contract in a while - a long while, at that. But the experience on Lyran had reawakened that yearning, however brief, of the satisfaction of completing a job. Still, he made safeguards to try to keep his identity safe to outsiders - merely going by ‘G’, or ‘Gorian,’ his previous alias within the Bounty Hunter community before he went dark. The contract was simple: Fake a heist, keep them from stealing too much, and limit unnecessary damages. He did not have to kill anyone, nor intimidate, or anything he was used to in his previous employ - which was a good thing. But he was wary - for he knew contracts this easy almost always had a catch. So he came prepared. He knew there would be those who were uninformed of 'heist', and this could mean they were merely bystanders who were hired to serve here - likely on the Family’s bad side to be placed in the line of fire like this. Regardless of the answer, he was hoping it would be unnecessary to go out of his way to safeguard them and members of the Asset Protection Division, but was going to do his best to do so. Reminded him of old times already, and his hidden visage scrunched at the thought. Hopefully things would be a bit different with his co-workers, this time.

He was well-equipped, the plates of his powersuit having been cleaned off from dust after being pulled out of storage. His weapons were all set to their non-lethal modes and munitions - Stuns, Blanks, Rubber (though, he was not stupid enough to not bring actual rounds, just in case). The armored individual was entirely foreign to the rest when he first appeared, almost mistaken by the guards for someone from Darkwire or Corpsec as an advance party. Alas, such was not the case for some of the more trigger-happy APD members that littered about the factory, as those more experienced were sent word of his arrival. They would greet him, where he returned with a nod, and few words if any. They didn't seem very serious with their jobs, especially when compared to the ones he had seen at the Spire. Hell, there was even a handful sitting around a table playing cards with their helms off, cracking jokes and some beers on the job. Certainly an unruly bunch. He didn't quite know how to feel about that, but it was ultimately not his place to speak on the matter, for he wasn't even within the APD. He was guided to where he would be watching for the night (or at least for the moment) - the factory gantry, whereupon he encountered the familiar face of Mairead, the Cryomancer, along with another individual that he was given notification on - Jay, in armor! He would not have recognized him had the mask been off, for he did not expect the sight. He knew little else about the man, but it piqued his curiosity. His eyes, hidden by the helmet, lingered on -- a bat? He had never seen a Lolth-bat before, but he knew it was a bat of some kind. Odd, but it seemed to be a pet, given how it rested comfortably with Jay. Cute. He hoped it didn’t get swept up in the crossfire. The question regarding the weather was not directed to him, so he did not interject out of rehearsed politeness from his time in his new profession, feeling a tad uneasy with two folk he had only seen prior, but never interacted with.

His gaze tilted sidelong, looking off past the railing at the floor as he inspected the area and got to work in his mind. It was then Kardek had tuned in, heard clearly from his Omnilink the suit had. He had not interacted with that man either, and this would be the first. “Kardek, checking in. . .” Followed by what he could’ve sworn was the faint sound of a ‘pew pew’, in which he assumed perhaps Alpha made the noise. It seemed to be his type of thing to do, from the brief sightings of the bubbly droid. “I read you,” Came a modulated voice in response. It was then he glanced to the light flickering off, “Mission status is green.” In a mild tone to Kardek, signaling things were beginning to get underway. “If y'could let us know when you start getting odd sensor pings ahead of time, though, that would be appreciated.” A ship probably had better-ranged sensors than suit ones, after all.

With that, he followed Mairead's stare out the window for a moment, before trailing over to the railing to idly lean on it whilst he awaited the arrival of what was labelled as a terrorist group. He knew little of Darkwire, and though he was meant to be an ally in this case, he found it a tad ironic his first meeting with them would be on the opposite end of a (albeit made-up) firefight. The man knew 'crushing authority' bearing down on a planet when he saw it, though, so he'd have to see for himself if whether these claims against were true, in time. He gave a soft, contemplatory hum, coming deeper through the modulation. "These folk... awful lot of worry around them. I don't suppose anyone has met them, before?" He prompted, open to any of his three newly-found coworkers whilst his hand rested on his holster instinctually.

 

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Witch'​

Huff

Marcy' wasn't ok with this, tonight she'd lose up to half a million credits to those who'd willingly shut down her operations and income revenues; yet who was she to say no to the boss, Ivory Stroud , loyalty preceded revenue after all. Sat alone in her dimly-lit office within the Moonveil Plaza on Denon, holding her chin as she peered out of the glass windows of her office into the dark night, she patiently waited for reports from her people~ those who were sent to oversee the thieving teenagers..

She looked forward to redeeming the favour she had been promised.

 

[Kardek Alpha]

Mission: Observe and Protect (The Family)
Location: Directly above atmosphere of facility
Tags: Mairéad Solus Jai'galaar Gred Samuel Exel

Kardek holstered his weapon and reached over to pull a digital screen closer to him as he received confirmation from one of the team members on the ground, his eyes furrowed as he studied the screen, displaying a map of the facility with specific sensor reading overlaid on top of it. He could see the specific tracking signatures and locations of every member of The Family, including information such as their callsigns and various health metrics. Gorian's ( Samuel Exel ) blip brightened slightly as he spoke, a name he had associated with a fellow bounty hunter a while back, but assumed it was just a coincidence. He nodded slightly at the man's request to keep them informed of activity approaching the facility, pressing the comm link in his ear and responding, "We've got you covered, Gorian. Your eyes in the sky."

He registered the signatures of Mairéad Solus and Jai'galaar Gred as well some others. A slight smirk crossed his face at remembering the altercation that had taken place between himself and Mai at the Family meeting. Game on sister… game on.

A few moments later, Alpha turned quickly towards Kardek, letting off a shortened whirr with raised pitch. Kardek turned and nodded at his friend, then turned back to his own screen.

"Attention team. Multiple signatures are beginning to approach the facility."

 

[Mairéad Solus]

​

Location: The factory gantry
Objective: Protect the interests of Marcella Fiora
Allied Tags: Marcella Fiora Kardek Alpha Jai'galaar Gred Nyx N1X3 Samuel Exel

Opponents: Johnny Diamonds Cherry Binary

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol in thigh holster
Marzanna
Datapad

"These folk... awful lot of worry around them. I don't suppose anyone has met them, before?"

Mairéad thought and replied as she continued looking through the blind. "Ive not met many of them, but we got a few details from Ivory Stroud . They mostly pretty young and unpredictable. They've got this one girl with long blue hair... they reassured us she won't be here but she's a bit of a loose cannon, if she shows up and starts causing problems we need to put her down.

don't kill her though yeah, she's just a kid."

She listened to the comm about the approaching shadow runners from Kardek Alpha and looked over at Jai'galaar Gred , "Looks like the storm is just rolling in." she smirked and checked her gun, she would need to use it today or the defence wouldnt look legitimate, but needed ti be careful, it took skill to miss convincingly, she was glad she was amongst talented individual.

They're here, will keep you updated. Save me a glass for when this is done.
Mai

She sent a short message on her pad to Marcella Fiora , there was nothing to report yet but at least keeping her updated might keep her from getting too stressed out this evening.

She wondered what exactly the first sign of their infiltration would be, they had been told to limit collateral damage so she crossed her fingers they wouldn't announce themselves with a huge explosion, but a small blast of a single door was acceptable so maybe that. Her mind was wandering, she was anxious for the mission, she felt a strong sense of duty to get this one right. "I'm going to do another loop and get some air" she said with a smile as she pulled our another ivory and lit it up. Before walking out the elevated door to a section of external balcony.

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

​

Jay nodded a bit as he listened to G's question, thinking. Mai already gave an answer that mostly reflected his own knowledge, but didn't mean he wouldn't chime in.

"Pretty much what she said for me too. They don't exactly broadcast who they are all that often." He then looked around, hearing the call from Kardek, and Mai's response. He chuckled back before giving the Loth-bat one last pet, and letting out a very low series of whistles. The bat then took-off, flying for the ceiling and finding a perch. The little guy would keep an eye on things from up there, and Jay smirked a bit.

"Got it Mai. Teilden will help keep an eye out from up there." He then checked his pistols one more time before looking at G, dropping his scarf to take a bite of food.

"Ready to protect stuff?"

Mairéad Solus Marcella Fiora Samuel Exel Kardek Alpha Nyx N1X3 Johnny Diamonds Cherry Binary

 

[Lliara Daeva]

Fiora Defense Systems​

The faceplate to her helmet was open, but the Mirialan still chose not to reveal her identity to any that could peer around the sweeping wings of the helm. A minor holoimage added, removed, and manipulated facial features so any image or video would show someone unrecognizable if they saw the real Lliara. She greatly preferred her privacy. Anonymity was a blessing in her line of work -- which covered just about everything civilized society would eschew. So many would ask why she didn't ply her skills toward more societally beneficial pursuits; to which she would question why that should be a natural expectation of her to do so.

"Can I help you?" The guard at the loading entrance stepped out of his little bunker with a hand on their weapon.

Not incompetent at their job. After all, a strange truck pulling short of the stopping point and then a dark silhouette of a woman advancing on foot was suspicious. They probably should have stayed in their bunker. Ah, but Lliara noticed the place hadn't designed it to allow such secure interaction. They rarely did, which just made Lliara's job that much easier almost every time.

"I'm here to accept receipt of the merchandise," she replied melodically as her rhythmic steps drew her ever nearer.

The Guard frowned. "There's nothing about any transfers on the schedule."

He was tense. Alert. Things weren't adding up. As well they shouldn't. This was a heist, after all. Lliara hoped the techno-sleuths hadn't tried putting the exchange in the schedule as a way in. The less of their fingerprints were over everything the better. Let it just be some random thieves making out with a career-making haul.

Lliara's boots came to a stop and she planted one hand on her hip. The lights of the truck at her back made getting a proper look at her difficult; the way the man positioned himself to use her to block the glare made that clear. "Check again."

Check again, the man thought, as though he wasn't already aware the evening was devoid of any kind of deliveries or shipping of materials on his shift. If she thought it would suddenly appear there and he'd be stupefied enough to fall for an obvious ruse like that... "Look, I don't know--" And that was the end of what they did know. It'd be the last thing they'd recall to whoever came along later asking questions. Because in that moment, the guard's body shook, trembled, and then collapsed on the spot in a heap.

"No." Lliara smirked. "You don't." The Inquisitor continued forward. She bent over to grab the man's collar to haul his body back into the guard shack where he came from so he wouldn't be a flag for anyone passing by to know there was a problem.

Inside the shack, the sharp snap of the stun gun filled the room the moment the door began to open. Lliara didn't have time to play games with the second guard getting button-happy with the alarm. Once inside, she turned to look directly at the security camera. Her index finger poked the lens twice. "Time for your annual exercise." She expected them to have the security cameras in hand by that point. It was their closed-circuit feed now -- or so it was meant to be. Would be nice if they could see where all the people they were not supposed to kill were. Make it easier to avoid. Unpleasant things happened when you were surprised turning corners.

Now, then, time to open the gate and let the delivery truck through. Nothing to unusual about such a vehicle being present at their facility. As for those that might question otherwise... Well, Lliara was in the process of filling out the arrival paperwork already. Using falsified, but verifiable information, of course. In the unlikely event anyone tries validating the truck's presence, it should buy them enough time to get the goods and move out. Or get the nosy party distract long enough to get dropped. Either way was fine with her.

The gate soon began to slide open to permit the truck to enter the compound. Now they just had to slip inside, avoid anyone else triggering an alarm, find the cargo, load it, and escape in as little time as possible. A silent countdown started on Lliara's HUD: 30 minutes. Better to assume someone had already triggered a silent alarm than think everything was going according to plan.

Darkwire: Johnny Diamonds | Binary | Cherry
Family: Mairéad Solus | Jai'galaar Gred | Kardek Alpha | Marcella Fiora | Samuel Exel | Nyx N1X3​

 

[Ivory Stroud]

Team: Darkwire - Cherry Johnny Diamonds Lliara Daeva Binary
Location: In the back of Lliara's truck

Concealed within the covered bed of the truck, Ivory sat quietly - her eyes closed, breathing steadily. She would have appeared to be asleep to anyone alongside her... but that was far from the truth. She was in a deeply meditative state; stretching out passively through The Force, reaching out into the world beyond... inspecting, through her heightened senses alone, the area of operations they were about to enter.

As part of her agreement with Marcella Fiora , Ivory had promised she'd be present for the events which were to take place; ensuring, as best she could, that her comrades in Darkwire played by the rules and didn't get too greedy. It had taken a significant amount of convincing to bring Marcella on-board, and Ivory had taken personal responsibility for not only scheduling the Facility's guard roster, but also for determining who & where The Family's operatives would be. As one of Darkwire's lieutenants, she had enough pull in the group to ensure they kept to their end of the bargain. The job they were about to undertake was risky & dangerous; hinging on the skillful use of Darkwire's Netrunners to disable the electronic security so-as not to bring half of Denon's CorpSec Forces upon their heads.

If she and the rest of her small team of infiltrators could pull this off, Darkwire would find itself in possession of some extremely advanced, expensive weaponry. If they made a mistake, it was her head on the chopping block.

Her familiarity with members of The Family ensured she could pick them out easily through The Force, identifying their positions as well as those of the other members of the APD patrolling (or, as the case may be, playing on the job) around the complex. This would give her (and her team on both sides of the conflict) the edge they would need to protect not only Darkwire, but The Family as well. She paid close attention, focusing her powerful awareness as Lliara Daeva disabled the guards at the gate. Satisfied, she began to pull back - drawing her consciousness back into her body.

Ivory's violet eyes fluttered open and she shifted on the uncomfortable metal seat, fully aware.

Instead of opting for her customary "rebel" attire, Ivory had instead gone a bit more subdued for this particular mission: she'd donned a pair of black leather pants, steel-capped black boots, a black tank-top, and a long black coat. Her black hair was tied in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. Her coat concealed a small assortment of armaments which would enable her to subdue rather than kill. If at all possible, she preferred to minimize any loss-of-life; even if most of Moonveil's APD Officers present this evening were useless.

As the truck rumbled through the gate, she shifted, paying attention to the rear of the truck; glimpsing through the tattered tarp which concealed the cramped space from observation that they were approaching a poorly-lit rear area of the compound where they could park and disembark without being seen.

Ivory raised her left wrist, and a dim purple halo of light shimmered into the air in-front of her face as her heavily-modified Hermes Holo-Band activated. She typed out a quick message, sending out a very short, succinct message to the members of The Family:

<"On-Site. Preparing to infiltrate. Stand by.">

With that completed, she readied herself to jump out of the truck when it stopped.

Mairéad Solus Kardek Alpha Jai'galaar Gred Samuel Exel Nyx N1X3​

 

[Das]

//: Tags: Zephyrr
//: Location: Fiora Defense Systems, DENON...

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....booting
-----SYSTEM ONLINE-----

....analyzing
....secure_maglock_detected
....analysis complete

-----BEGIN DECRYPTION-----
TU#%$UFJFJw554
895uKLPDA%#$PD
zY#$%MJFDSo727
612qBDHYT$#%GZ
....parsing

-----DECRYPTION COMPLETE-----

....retrieving_internal_access_key
....FIORA_DEFENCE_SYSTEMS
ACCESS KEY:// zY#$%MJFDSo727
ACCESS_STATUS: KEY_GRANTED
ACCESS_DOOR: OPEN

The industrial hum of the factory was still present, even in the lower access tunnel Das had chosen as her point of ingress. She stashed her signature Fathier GT in a nearby alleyway, and managed to bypass the Fiora Defence guards on her way in. It had been a quite night so far, and she planned to keep it that way. She checked the faintly glowing screen of her comlink. It was time. The teen popped a pair of earbuds in, set it to her favorite playlist, and started the task ahead. She withdrew her slicer and got to work on the security pad.

"Here goes nothin'," she said under her breath as the slicer's interface lit up.

Das grinned as the maglocks clicked and the security door slid open. She glanced back to the rest of the team gave them a wink. All they had to do now was find the security hub and knock out the cameras. Can't chase intruders when you're blind. She held her hand out in a grandiose gesture, adding a lighthearted flair to the enormous felony they were committing.

"After you."

 

[Zephyrr]

Location: Access Tunnel; Fiora Defence Systems Factory; Denon
Objective: Tag along

The night had started off with a joyride; a surprise CryptNet message from a pretty young woman, who'd shown up at a corner of Zephyrr's choosing with a gorgeous speeder clearly built for speed. Behind the wheel, Das - a new friend - had called for the tall young man to jump in. It was only after the pair had sped off into the neon sky that she surprised him with an offer... an offer, of course, he could not refuse.

Zephyrr wasn't used to taking corners at break-neck speed. He was a Free-runner; better suited to maneuvering Denon's slums & megastructures with his own hands and feet, using his impressive agility & endurance to scale obstacles most beings would have considered impassable. He remembered Das mentioning she was a Racer, and only a few minutes into the trip, he wholeheartedly believed her...

She left his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure if it was only based off her driving skill.

When she'd told him of a surprise mission and mentioned her interest in joining other Shadowrunners, it had only taken him a few moments to decide he was In. He didn't want to bow out, both in fear of her thinking him unprepared as well as a dangerous curiousity. If he was going to get involved with Darkwire, it was time to put up or shut up. So, he said yes.

Upon arriving in the industrial area, the pair had parked her speeder in a dark alleyway; ensuring it was well-concealed. Then, they'd departed on-foot, sticking to the shadows. Das seemed to know exactly what she was doing & where she was going... but it didn't take long before his own skills came in-handy. Bypassing a few armored (and armed) Security had been a breeze - helping Das over a high wall before scaling it himself without assistance. His agility & strength would have been impressive, seemingly unphased by exertion.

She led him into what he'd first believed was a sewer system, but later recognized as an underground maintenance tunnel. With skill, she was able to slice into numerous Security systems, allowing them entrance into what he immediately recognized were highly secure facilities. Thankfully, he was no stranger to such conditions - sticking close, and relying on his excellent sense of smell & hearing.

As Zephyrr waited patiently, keeping an eye on the dim hallway behind them, Das set to work on a keypad, attempting to bypass a large metal gate which barred their path forward. Inwardly, he was glad that, as-if by some twist of fate, he'd chosen to wear dark clothing for their outing that evening.

He could hear the tinny thrum of music through her headphones as she worked.

Suddenly, the maglock on the gate clicked, and she turned toward him with a proud grin & a flourish.

"After you."

He turned his attention back to her, flashing a grin in-response... then, stepped forward through the now-open gate.

"You're full of surprises." He said, keeping his voice low. Sound carried far in such cramped conditions as this, and he didn't want to alert anyone of their presence.

 

[Aurorae]

To get what she needed, sometimes deals needed to be made.

Fitted out in her mask, Aurorae stood at attention. Hands calmly clasped behind her back as she stood before the closed door. She'd been escorted up. Few would turn away an investigator of the SIA, usually. Especially if it was just a chat to make friends. And friends was all she was here to make. A light knock was all the Agent offered before she waited for the door to open.

There was much to discuss.

Marcella Fiora

 

[Marcella Fiora]

VOID

 

[Johnny Diamonds]

thoughts | speech | <<comm>>

Denon
Un-named Highrise
1.35km from Fiora Defense Systems Warehouse

[ Johnny's Soundscape: Detox ]

​

Incoming message over the CryptNet...finally. Let's see what the skinny is...

Johnny began his little tippity-tappity dance macabre once more, typing away on that mechanical keyboard like it owed him creds. Looks like Binary was in. Shimra. Monitoring incoming and outgoing comm traffic, he began to take stock of just who was out there in the wonderful world of cyberspace. Seemed there was a newbie to the 'wire, droid happy kinda gal. Couple others he didn't recognize readily, but knew by reputation and what he gleaned off various 'wire networks and what-not. Information was his stock and trade, remember? Fair play, looks like this was gonna be the whole crew. Including that Ivory chicadee. Still didn't trust her worth spit, and he was gonna keep his eye on her, both in meatspace and the digital realm of the net. Johnny D wasn't some n00b who's mamma got him a 'puter for his nameday, after all.

Patching into the secure comms channel that the rest of the 'wire were monitoring, he scrambled the signal to any and all who might be trying to listen in with prying little ears. Not tonight, corpos.

<<"Homework's done, students assembled. Time for tonight's lesson; Klepping a karkload of ordinance 101. I'll be your Professor for the evening. Welcome to Mr. Diamond's Wild Ride. Stand-by.">>

And with that, he swiveled in his chair, picked up his data-deck, and went to work.

-

...Accessing Secured Network

.
..
...

Subnet_ID: Fiora_Den101_WaHo87339
Subnet_PW: _

Initiate_LockRockRoller.exe

.
..
...Initiated

12003K&K@_Yk88%3*33
##9884-11_!223345JE
MAR88$0SS_MARFAM004

SubNet_PW: CONFIRMED

Access Granted.

Initiate_SapphireProtocol.exe

Initiating.

.
..
...

Program_Running

/dir_Visual_Sec

Visual_Sec; Accessed.

Run_CamLoop-GemRefract.nng

Init-00934DD

Program_Running

<<"Students, you now have your Hall Pass. The Electric Eyes are now running circles. They'll find Fal Gore's head before they see you coming. Have fun, Professor Diamonds will be watching.">>


Johnny grinned lightly, lighting another cigarra. Taking a drag, he swiped his big tumbler of stimcaf, and took a slug. "Ahhh, good stuff. Speaking of, hope they get this done quick. A little of the ol' In-n-Out? Doubt it. Wonder what snags we'll hit tonight..." he said idly to himself as he stood up, looking out the darkened window toward the Warehouse down below. Nice night for some thievery.

Ivory Stroud | Cherry | Zephyrr | Das | Lliara Daeva | Binary
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