Dominion To Have And Have Not | Darkwire Dominion of Iphigin

[Darkwire Storyteller]

[ T H E M E ]​

Seemingly randomized code flooded encrypted Darkwire communication channels, originating from the Refugee Sector on Nar Shaddaa. Slicers in the Darkwire network set to unscrambling the data within minutes and decoded a message from the mysterious KV-N1, a droid crime syndicate operating in Hutt Space and the Corporate Authorities of Denon. A message from an unidentified droid spoke in binary, then translated by the slicers to basic, informed Darkwire of a cargo of black market cybernetics departing from the trade world of Iphigin in weeks to come. The mod-junkie nature of Hacks had been teased and she was hooked, a deal for information was made. KV-N1 had been given a 'donation' for their work and Darkwire were informed on the exact location of the freight containers within the shipyard complex.

Far beyond the reach of galactic powers a transmission found its way to the Agents of Chaos from a droid. Plying credits in exchange for information that KV-N1 held on a cybernetic cargo on Iphigin. The droid elaborated on an underground network of criminals who were transporting goods from the planet, premium cybernetic enhancements that were highly sought out. Whether these Agents of Chaos had chosen to seek out these cybernetics through a curiosity in body modification, their inability to adhere to anything that remotely resembled order, or just for fun, was not known, but either way they were coming for Darkwire.​

Protect cybernetic assets using
any means necessary while they're
being loaded onto Darkwire freighters.

Cause chaos.

Spoiler: Agents of Chaos Tag List

TK-1104 A'Runda Adenn Kyramud Al'Taylor Quarnz Anesia Jy'Vun Angelo Cavataio Anse Baenshaol Aoife Ironborne Arro Peradun Aster Jen'allé Bacu Topol BB-610 Bedrovelse Hevn Brie Jaxx Bryn Celli Ddu Celestine deWinter Custani Valcho @Darren Shaw Kainan Wolfe Deviant Val Dexter Zytros Dyre Redwave Eli-Mae Forrest Eryn EW-031 Finette Frai Gna Grimwasp Hanna Herah Ingrid L'lerim I Irina Esta Klaus Mellifluous Magenta Jai'galaar Gred Jaranamo Sal Jeremiah McFarlone Jin Judas of Vahl @Kainan Wolfe Kamyrin Gyvolis Karlie Lynn Destat Karma Jayne Katerina Vaden Keshar'atar Kyrinov L8R Larentia Lash Lieutenant Walsh Leeroy Madalena Antares Middenface McNulty Moe Muad Dib Myrium Okar Nashiro Tsuia Neyana Nighthaunter Nix Scamandros Nyree Justice Octavius Bellator Petra Cavataio Pom Stych Tivé PrincessNatalie Qaheesh the Scorned RadioWhisper Razelle Breuner Be'iqaronn R Reyn Australis Ruby Sky Salem Norongachi Sasmay Cull Scherezade deWinter scifipoinsettia Seraph Sin Sir Orionus Sor-Jan Xantha Sussh Tae-Rai Tanno Rand The Third Tek Kkak Tempest Yore Thalliesin Bard The Bridesmaid The Maverick Tobias Dib Vale Vynar Faegard Vant Dehringer Vaulkhar Wegli Jinrang Will Westender William the Bloody Wonderworker Xenro Y Yeetus Deletus Zaldros Sabolte Zel Nar Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Wandering around the shipyard complex
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 7 Nozhi Blades | 1 Whimsy Knife | 1 Whimsy Witch Knife | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | Tessen | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | The Parasite
Tags: Open!

For some days now, the Agents of Chaos had been coming, tippin-tippin, onto the planet of Iphigin. Unlike in most cases, only a small group had been dispatched this time, to grab a certain special cargo. Black market stuff, emerald grade. With it, they would be able to bolster their numbers in even greater efficiency and strength.

Scherezade let the wind whip her hair around her face and smiled. Very few knew what the entire game of tonight would bring forth. Agents of Chaos were here to wrestle the cargo out of the hands of another group that longed for it – one called the Darkwire. The orders were clear – dispatch any member of Darkwire that didn't dispatch themselves, try to grab a few for later questioning, or leave no witnesses.

And here they were now. The Agents who had been sent on this mission were within the Shipyards, searching for the correct freight containers, most of them grouped together, though there might've still been a few solo's around.

"Fifty creds say we get in and out, uninterrupted," Scherezade said, and then flipped the silly bet insides out, "and five hundred creds say we lose at least one of the containers because it explodes over our heads!"

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Location: Shipyard Complex, nearby the freight containers...waiting....
Armor: Mirage Stealth Prototype Armor
Weapons: Reaper Blaster Pistol (drop holster-left hip), Fate Assault Rifle (attached to chest rig), Wrist Mounted Retractable Hold-Out Blaster (right wrist), Beskar Sword (back scabbard), Krath Itak Sword (back scabbard **Note to Force Sensitives/Force Users-this sword emanates a strong Darkside presence), Retractable Vibro-Sword (attached to utility belt), Boot-Knife (right boot)
Equipment: Personal Energy Shield (left wrist), Personal Cloaking Device (attached to utility belt)
Tagging: All Darkwire operatives, All Agents of Chaos operatives

Beltran stood between a pair of cargo containers and watched quietly. His armor's sound dampening field was active, which meant that no sound waves could be created within his vicinity. Which meant that any action he undertook would be essentially silent. He could fire a blaster and the only sound that would be noticeable would be the sizzle of the bolt as it moved through the air upon leaving the field. Sound created outside the field could penetrate the field, however, allowing Beltran to hear the comings and goings of the Shipyard's various personnel.

He had a reasonably concealed position that provided a decent enough vantage point to see the around the area. Whenever someone would wander too close to him, he would quickly activate his personal cloaking device until they moved on. In this way, he had been able to keep his presence here more or less a secret from everyone except the other Darkwire operatives who were working this op.

This was his first mission for the group called Darkwire and his objective, relatively speaking, was simple. Keep the freight containers safe until they were loaded onto the Darkwire's incoming freighters and end anyone who tried to interfere. Given the level of complexity of some of the operations that he'd been a part of in the past, this one was almost deliciously uncomplicated. There were no grand strategies or multi-tiered tactics, just guard the boxes.

That was it.

But that didn't mean that it would necessarily be easy. Beltran wasn't very familiar with the group that called themselves the Agents of Chaos but what he'd heard from both Silver Intelligence and his own Corporate Espionage people led him to believe that they were a highly capable group dedicated to...well causing chaos. In some way he could appreciate the idea, though wanton Chaos wasn't a sustainable way of doing things. In the end, order always won out somehow.

Even if everyone died, that was still a kind of order.

Hopefully he would not need to enforce the carnage needed to create that form of order, but he was more than willing to do so if it became necessary.

 

[Noah Gloom]

Location: At the shipping complex
Time: Probably midday
Equipment: Green light sabre
Tags: Beltran Rarr l Scherezade deWinter l Open
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Noah sat just opposite the crates Darkwire was supposed to be picking up waiting on the operatives to arrive. He was completely cloaked and had a small can sitting out in front of himself pretending to be a beggar as people passed by him "Oh please sir, just five credits so I can get a meal." His voice would continue gravely as people passed by him paying him much notice. He carefully kept a watch on them though.

The stuff that were in these crates were high end goods that could help Darkwire a lot. He had no doubts that these agents of chaos would likely benefit just as much off them but unfortunately they simply weren't their property. Darkwire owned these crates and Noah wasn't about to let them just take it. He figured the agents of chaos would likely come in full armour and most likely wouldn't know how to tell him they were Darkwire. He could be wrong and get surprised but it wasn't likely espically since he had met most of the Darkwire people on his table at one point or another.

After all it wasn't many people who had enough medical skills to keep the shadowrunners alive or at least very few who wouldn't just turn them in. He was one of the best he had been told. He believed that about as much as he believed the corporations had everyone's best interests in mind. They likely had someone better hidden away who would be harder to find than Noah otherwise he would never be allowed out of his little clinic. So he said waiting just across from him another operative who was directly looking after the crates.

​

 

[Shira Varanin]

A ten-credit chit plinked into Noah Gloom 's can. "Good luck out there," said a blue-eyed cyborg in a poncho. "It'll rain soon."

Shira kept moving, in part because small talk sucked regardless of whether or not it involved a panhandler, and in part because keeping an eye open required all different sightlines. She walked past rows of cargo containers aplenty, some newly arrived and others rusted in place to the ferrocrete.

Twenty yards away, no more, some friends of Darkwire were transferring cargo. She'd have liked to spend some time playing with that cargo, but if everything went well today she'd get her hands on some hands anyway.

 

[Sasmay Cull]

Location: Next to Scherezade deWinter
Wielding: 4 - Whimsy Knives, 1 - Nastirci Combat Knife, 2 - HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons, 1- 8 guage Scattergun
Wearing: Phase I Haywire Armor on top of UL-13 Corporis Skin Suit


Sasmay laughed, mainly because Scherezade flipped the bet end for end. Sasmay's copilot wasn't happy about having to try to move a container, but then again, the pair had done far more ludicrous things than hijack a container full of parts and pieces. Okay, maybe not close to human shaped ones, but that was part of the gig this time. And if they had to steal it from under someone's nose, that just added a bit of flavor to the whole thing.

She clucked her tongue as she thought about what the other woman was offering.

"I'll take that losing bet, but I think an explosion wouldn't be good for either side. More likely to get it plucked from our hands. Five hundred creds says someone gets shot in the rear trying to take a container." Sasmay lobbed back at her. The scattergun was one both shoulders like a staff, the butt of the gun and barrel under each arm as she swung back and forth while looking at the containers.

 

[scifipoinsettia]

Location: Next to Scherezade deWinter and Sasmay Cull
Gear: Large bowcaster/staff | Two small blaster pistols | Vibroblade in right wrist | Electroshock plates in left palm and fingertips | Durasteel plate | Cortosis plate on forearms

L8R crouched motionless next to the other Agents, his eyes glowing their usual golden hue. He still sported a vaguely glittering black paint job on his armor but some of it had started to chip, much to his annoyance. In his arms, his bowcaster sat ready. He had no real interest in whatever was in those crates but he had been promised violence and that seemed much more interesting than sitting around polishing his weapons and armor... or giving himself a new coat of paint... again.

He tilted his head just slightly in response to Scherezade deWinter 's words and then the other way at Sasmay Cull 's.

"Would you like to know the odds on your wagers?" He said, sounding almost like the protocol droid he had started life as hundreds of years before. "If so, too bad. I couldn't give a s#%t. May we attack soon? This is boring."

He shifted a little to get a better view of the area.

 

[Sam Rodarch]

Location: Warehouse, Shipping Complex
Objective: Don't hit the warehouse manager
Equipment: These hands, a repulsorlift pallet truck
Tags: Scherezade deWinter Beltran Rarr Noah Gloom Shira Varanin Sasmay Cull scifipoinsettia ​

“Um, Lirri, is it? Do you know what you're doing?” came the unsure voice of the warehouse manager, as he looked over the newest member of his team with a tired concern etched over his features. The office had hired some hopeless employees in his time here but all of them had been at least able to power on a pallet truck.

Lirri Rourke, or more accurately Sam Rodarch was forced to bite her tongue as her obvious lack of warehouse skills were called into question. Brow furrowed and familiar frown lines began to surface upon her face, but mercifully her annoyance remained in expression only.

“Wha'do you reckon?”

Okay, her tone wasn't great. Abrasive actually, the manager thought as he kept a mental note of this for the woman's probationary appraisal.

“Did you read the manual?”

A grunt. Fists clenched and unclenched several times over as the urge for violence continued to grow within Sam's mind, a sensible yet small voice at the back of her mind screeching for serenity as the manager continued to pick.

“Yeah,” Rodarch lied in an all too defensive manner, “I jus'...” rusty cogs were grinding, building rage hoping to jam her words and resort to violence, “...learn better by seein',” things kept turning, “an' doin'.”

The warehouse manager sighed (causing a small vein to bulge upon the Mandalorian's temple) as he wondered what bright spark had hired this absolute grapefruit. This was important cargo and the arses parked in seats upstairs had sent him this to work with? Unbelievable. This politically correct nonsense had gone too far. Now he was all for women's rights in the workplace but this obvious equality hire was complete and utter bantha crap.

“I see.”

And it was bantha crap, just not in a way he would ever expect.

Sam wasn't here to load cargo onto freighters, she was here to protect said cargo. However, the truth created far too many questions and in the name of subterfuge came Lirri Rourke, warehouse gal and brand new hire on the day of such an important job. The woman was clueless as to what strings had been pulled to allow this to happen, or why anybody thought she was capable for such a job but the promise of a fight was enough to have her agree to it.

This now was a regretful decision.

“Why don't ya show me how this thing w-”

“The pallet truck.”

Eyes flashed with violence for the briefest of moments before settling back down again to just regular annoyance.

Rodarch reiterated, this time through pursed lips, “Why don't ya show me how this pallet truck works then?”

 

[Project Uriel]

Uriel V1.5mi Prototype Testing Model.
Location: Shipping Complex, Patrolling.
Direct Enemy Tags: Any Who Dreadnaught Dare. TBD
Direct Ally tags: TBD Darkwire
Accessing Uriel Unit Command Matrix:
Primary Mission: Protect cybernetic assets using any means necessary while they're being loaded onto Darkwire freighters.
Secondary Mission(s): Report success, failure or recordings of key personnel to Apex. Contacts and future contracts a concern.
Tertiary Mission: Provide intelligence updates to Archangel on ongoing central core activities. Test if Bolters are still more effective than cannoks.
Directives
Kit: Armor: A1-Ionsider including Wristblades and Hud | MK-3-Heavy-Bolter (Hip Braced) | Grenades: 2x Frag | 2x Cryoban (Belt) | Energy Shield (Waist) | Model 31 Palm Stunner (Right Palm)| 1 x Jack Knife (Hip) | Full Songsteel Quarterstaff (Back) | Vibro Knife (Belt)
Background NPCs: Only if required to balance.

Agents of chaos might be tiptoeing, Uriel was more like hammer footing to patrol around the area if that was a thing. The ground creaked underneath our little HRD dreadnaught drone, weighed down both from being a durasteel killing machine, and her very heavy armor she was ladened with. Taking the prototype designs that archangel had been engineering, and planting them at Apex so they would be developed for her had been a clever ploy toward the coming age of steel.

On the so-called corporate payroll, really a front for the shadowrunners, Uriel might be the only one attempting to be extremely visible. Passing Beltran Rarr and Noah Gloom on her route, she didn't give anything away, just a hollowness behind the eyes that never stopped searching. Uriel wasn’t the subtle or the out of sight and mind type, you were supposed to see her, which gave others opportunity... @Darkwire

On top of her armor she wore a blue security jacket, black jeans and combat boots for a civilian corpsec appearance. Helmet retracted to show her face, her body had never fully mastered attempting to look human, although outwardly her skin looked like she was a young girl, her movements were too smooth or too controlled. On loan to Mr Black from Archangel, or more precisely planted into his security today to oversee the shipment and gather intelligence.

Scanning for threats......
.....Location secure. Commencing patrol cycle 15.....

Her menacing heavy bolter braced to her hip turning to scan the area with her. Truly not a weapon to ignore. Walking in full view of everything on her patrol route, she wasn’t hard to miss carrying this much hardware. Following a systematic patrol around the shipyard which seemed to not vary at all. If the other security around here knew she was an HRD they either didn't care or didn't want to care.

No one had been spotted yet but with the amount of scanning equipment uriel was packing in that armor and hud, it was a good thing she had the helmet retracted to blend in!

Analysing Uriel Unit:
Personal Energy Shield: 100%
A1-Ionsider Armor Condition: Nominal
Armor Ionization Buffers Condition: Empty 0%
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 0%
Primary Systems Damage: None
Estimated Combat Capability 250% (Shield/Armor + Unit + Ionization Buffers)

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Wandering around the shipyard complex
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 7 Nozhi Blades | 1 Whimsy Knife | 1 Whimsy Witch Knife | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | Tessen | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | The Parasite
AoC Tags: Sasmay Cull L8R + Open
Darkwire Tags: Beltran Rarr Noah Gloom Shira Varanin Sam Rodarch Project Uriel + Open

Scherezade motioned for L8R to come up from the crouch. They had some walking to do, which was sort of strange. In similar locations she'd been at before, the crowds didn't really exist. But she could feel them, living beings, walking all around the yard. It felt almost like a village of itself. And yet, she knew that not all those she felt were ones that were actually relevant to her. While normally she couldn't care less about collateral damage, they were not on home turf right now. They were here to do something that was technically illegal in every barbarian and more advance civilization across the galaxy, but they didn't need local police powers after them as well because they accidently shot a homeless person.

"Butt explosions and boredom," she repeated her mission mates, "Sounds like a fun Saturday night out with the girls."

Grabbing a small scanner device from her pocket, Scherezade began to run it on some of the freighters. So far, nothing. Little did their merry chaotic group know though that they were slowly approaching where Noah Gloom was, and all those who were standing sufficiently nearby.

"Who do you want to attack, anyway?" she asked L8R as the three continued to advance, "Can you tell those Darkwire shmoes apart from those whose lives suck so hard that they live here?" Turning to Sasmay Cull , her grin widened, "Whose butt are you planning on throwing a grenade at?"

Frankly, the three did not appear as any sort of professional troupe in that moment. Scherezade, careless as almost always, wasn't even bothering with lowering her voice. Everyone who wanted to eavesdrop was welcome to, and the SIthling hoped that this would entice the Darkwire people to show themselves a touch sooner.

Her blades longed for a stab stab and a cut cut.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Location: Shipyard Complex, nearby the freight containers...waiting....
Armor: Mirage Stealth Prototype Armor
Weapons: Reaper Blaster Pistol (drop holster-left hip), Fate Assault Rifle (attached to chest rig), Wrist Mounted Retractable Hold-Out Blaster (right wrist), Beskar Sword (back scabbard), Krath Itak Sword (back scabbard **Note to Force Sensitives/Force Users-this sword emanates a strong Darkside presence), Retractable Vibro-Sword (attached to utility belt), Boot-Knife (right boot)
Equipment: Personal Energy Shield (left wrist), Personal Cloaking Device (attached to utility belt)
Tagging Allies: Noah Gloom Sam Rodarch Shira Varanin Project Uriel
Tagging Enemies: Scherezade deWinter Sasmay Cull scifipoinsettia

Beltran made the group of would-be wanderers as they entered the section where the Darkwire cargo was being loaded. Two women and a droid. He was still too far away to hear them speak without mechanical aid, but as they moved closer to where Noah Gloom sat begging for creds he had them figured by their body language even before the woman who seemed to be the leader ran what Beltran's HUD scanner determined was a scanning device over the various freighters being loaded.

One might wonder why Beltran could take so much information just from watching the way they walked and talked, but Lorrdians like him were natural readers of non-verbal language. In fact, long ago they had created an entire language out of subtle body movements. So Beltran knew that the woman with the scanner was the leader because the others deferred to her. Remaining half a step behind or yielding to her any time she took a step into their path, or the way anytime she spoke both of them listened immediately as if whatever they were saying or doing in that moment wasn't as important as her.

People were easy to read, even when they pretended not to care who was doing the reading. Oh yes, the Lorrdian had picked up on the subtle way in which the leader was pretending to be not subtle. Waving her scanner in full view, laughing with the others while every muscle in her body was taut and ready to spring into action.

" Project Uriel ," He said keying his comlink and closing off the vox modulator on his helmet so that his voice only sounded within the helmet's confines. The female shaped droid killing machine had passed his position a few short moments before, patrolling along her preset route. "The three behind you, two human females and the droid. I believe they are part of the Chaos team." He transmitted the video feed from his helmet, suspecting that the droid would be able to decode it easily. "The one with the scanner appears to be the leader. I suggest you approach and ask them to leave. I can cover you from my position without giving myself away."

To the others, some who he saw like Noah Gloom or Shira Varanin he'd seen moving passed in the same direction Uriel was moving a few moments before, he said. "Everyone else, I suggest we wait and see what they do and not give yourselves away unless they attack."

Beltran made sure to keep his tone neutral as he spoke. In his other lives as a military officer and shadow CEO, he had gotten used to giving orders. But that wasn't what he wanted to do here. Darkwire didn't have a hierarchy and Beltran was very much one of the new guys here. But he did have experience in these kind of operations and wanted to share his thoughts before things devolved into chaos. He knew how important it could be to open an engagement the right way and how much help it could be to them later.

 

[Airal Thamne]

Location: Shipyard Complex, above the freight containers...waiting....
Armor:None
Weapons: BH 'Saria' Interchangeable Weapon System BCR-X13 Compact Sniper Rifle
Equipment: JN-3 Auger Personal Shield
Tagging Allies: Noah Gloom Sam Rodarch @Shira Varanin Project Uriel
Tagging Enemies: Scherezade deWinter Sasmay Cull scifipoinsettia

Arial laid on her belly, overlooking the freight yard from the top of a nearby building. After all couldn't be too close. She had her BCR-x13 out and was watching the containers and its guards with close attention. It was time to protect them. Since no one had reached out to her to help transport the items, just to guard. It was boring but it was work. Who would even want them, just machine junkie parts. She moved the scope from area to area, looking for anything out of the ordinary. This was probably going to get ugly fast but so far so good. If only it could stay like this. She heard the radio come in and replied. "Roger Roger, my sniper is trained on the leader."

 

[Sasmay Cull]

Location: Next to Scherezade deWinter
Wielding: 4 - Whimsy Knives, 1 - Nastirci Combat Knife, 2 - HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons, 1- 8 guage Scattergun
Wearing: Phase I Haywire Armor on top of UL-13 Corporis Skin Suit


Sasmay snorted at the thought of anyone actually catching a grenade from behind. They had some on the Junker that she had seen and played with, but found that she tended to overthrow the blasted things.

"More like catch a chit ton of shrapnel from this." She shrugged her shoulders and the weapon whipped around in her hands. It became a walking stick quickly, not wanting to wave it around just yet amongst their group. It wouldn't be too accurate in these pathways, but it would make heads duck. For a moment at least. "Haven't got used to the little balls of fun just yet."

Her eyes moved with the scanner in the woman's hand, frowning at the ones they weren't taking. She wondered for a second if anyone would come around. A grin forming as she looked around them, not particularly looking at anything but waiting for something to start this fireworks show.

 

[L8R]

Location: Next to Scherezade deWinter and Sasmay Cull
Gear: Large bowcaster/staff | Two blaster pistols | Vibroblade in right wrist | Electroshock plates in left palm and fingertips | Durasteel plate | Cortosis plate on forearms

L8R stood up, collapsing the bowcaster into a staff and slinging it across his back. His eyes scanned the crowd as he walked along behind them, looking a bit dejected.

"How should I know? I have never encountered a schmoe much less anyone from Darkwire. Might I remind you I was stuck on a moon for a few centuries."

He glares at some passing peasants, his eyes flickering.

"Why not just kill them all? All meatbags look alike anyway. That way you can be sure." He paused to eye Noah Gloom suspiciously. Things had changed in the 400 or so years since he had been tasked with guarding that giant cheese wheel. At least this was a little more interesting... or it would be if they would let him slaughter someone.

 

[Hacks]

Location: Nearby the shipyards, en route
Gear: BR-212, HG-54, HG-88, C-11, VB-113, SG-1001

When Liberty Rivers was reassembled she wasn't the woman she remembered herself to be; more specifically she was a flash memory of her consciousness twelve weeks prior to her death. Everything after that was blank, Hacks ran her down on what had happened on Denon. Her vaporization and Hacks' subsequent arrest. Deep down Hacks knew this wasn't the Liberty she remembered and never would be, but she was remarkably close. The real Liberty had died on an empty street, in a pile of trash, refusing to give up without a fight.

The past two weeks since had been fraught with stress. CorpSec was bearing down on Darkwire with increasing fervor as a new detective was on the scene. The very real threat of the Corporate dog soldiers was causing strain on the network as shadowrunners were hunted down and killed. The dwindling numbers in the underworld mean't Darkwire needed to expand their cloud of influence to worlds such as Frego and Iphigin who had a long history of underworld activities from which Hacks could draw upon, reeling in new generations of shadowrunners.

Then came the job on Iphigin in suspiciously good timing, while she held no love for KV-N1 she had to appreciate their information on a hit. A load of freight containers being transported to Hutt Space with premium cybernetics, the type of stuff that could give Darkwire an edge in their market. It came as no surprise to Hacks when news through the grapevine on Cryptnet informed Darkwire KV-N1 had also sold the information to an enigmatic group known as the Agents of Chaos. "Great," she remembered breathing in frustration.

Twelve hours ago Hacks had personally led a team of shadowrunners to locate and secure the freight containers for impending shipment. She herself had inspected the goods herself and found some highly illegal augmentations, it was no wonder the Hutt Cartels wanted them. She herself had picked through arm cybernetics, replacing her lower arms with ones that had hidden Jaeger VB-113's built into the forearms. With thought alone her hands could now peel back and two blades slip forward.

Since then Hacks had taken a vantage point on a nearby building and was accompanied by the Outer Rim gunslinger Liberty Rivers. They rested on a stolen CorpSec speeder bike, this particular model had been modified and the speed inhibitors and remote engine cancellers torn out. High above the twinkle of distant worlds and bursts of light as freighter engines shot across the stars. A maze of freight containers lay below, sprawling out as far as the eye could see.​

 

[Noah Gloom]

Location: At the shipping complex
Time: Probably midday
Equipment: Green light sabre
Allies: Beltran Rarr l Shira Varanin l Sam Rodarch l Airal Thamne l Hacks
Enemies: Scherezade deWinter l L8R l Sasmay Cull
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Noah nodded as he watched the woman drop the chit into his can telling him to watch out for the rain. "Then we will see how the bird flies." He responded carefully taking the can and pocketing the chit. He then dropped the can back where it had been and continued the spiel in his gravely voice. Most didn't pay much attention to him still carefully avoiding the poor beggar.

He then heard the man he had been sitting across on his comms about the group of three approaching. Noah saw two females and a droid. They all looked heavily armed and armoured. Exactly what he had expected however not what he had hoped for. They almost looked like the people from the corpos. The ones who tried coming in and wrecking his clinic. The ones who always left very quickly afterwards and the ones who never found what they were looking for because Noah was a good doctor and a great liar about his patients.

Now he had to continue lying and pretending to be lost, which he was just a couple of days ago anyways so it made it really easy to continue pretending like he was still like that. He noticed the droid looking extra closely at him so he picked up the can. "Please Sir Droid, Just five credits." While he did that he was able to look a lot better at the leader with the scanner. She had lightsabres on her belt. He knew it would give him away but he needed to make sure he was right so everyone could act accordingly.

So he carefully reached out with the force and felt her in the force. She was dark, very dark, darker than the acolyte he had fought on Noverskaa. She also felt cold, too cold. He withdrew from probing her shivering. As he thought about how to tell everyone he switched on his comms and said as careful as he could "Miss are those lightsabres on your belt, I haven't seen such things up close. I certainly hope they aren't as red as a poppy." He hoped that darkwire understood he was saying she was a sith without her knowing that was what he was saying and also that she was too preoccupied with looking to have felt his probing.

 

[Shira Varanin]

About ten meters past Noah Gloom , Shira leaned against a shipping container and called up a holo feed in a tiny AR HUD. A Darkwire associate had sliced a few local security cameras. She took note of the Darkwire comms chatter - potential AoC terroristas inbound, hold fire until fired on - but didn't see a need to acknowledge beyond a comm click.

Until Gloom, who turned out to be Darkwire himself, said the words 'lightsaber' and 'poppy.'

She stayed leaning on the rusty spacecan. With one eye on the real world and one on holofeeds from other angles, she watched them ( Scherezade deWinter L8R Sasmay Cull ) approach. She kept her lightstaff and blaster inside her coat for now.

 

[Sam Rodarch]

Location: Loading Bay, Shipping Complex
Objective: Start a fight, vent frustrations
Equipment: Still these hands, a dispensable warehouse manager
Bad Eggs: Scherezade deWinter L8R Sasmay Cull
Good Eggs: Noah Gloom Shira Varanin Hacks Airal Thamne Project Uriel Beltran Rarr ​

And so, Sam Rodarch learned the fundamentals on how to use a ride-on pallet truck. It turned out to be atrociously simple in the end, which probably explained why the warehouse manager had now taken to talking to the woman very slowly.

“So, let's see if you can take this crate and move it to the loading bay.”

Unfortunately, through this entire ordeal, the Mandalorian became incapable of saying coherent words in the fear that they would be cannoned out of her mouth alongside cursing and threats of violence. All that the manager got in return was some form of constipated grunt of confirmation.

Stepping onto the machine she successfully managed to replicate exactly what had been shown to her in what was little more than kowakian see, kowakian do.

As they made their way to the loading bay of the shipyard complex with Sam now piloting a pallet of two new crates to be shipped there was a feeling that everything was going too well. Mostly because for a brief moment the woman had forgotten why she was here and was ready to settle down into her new grind in the world of logistics.

“Ah, who the feth...?”

So focused upon not breaking anything the manager spotted the heavily armed trio before Rodarch did, hilarious given that he was just doing his job and wasn't actually on the look-out for chaotic individuals.

As he ran towards the point of interest to attempt to shoo them all away Sam hovered awkwardly upon the trucks for a second or two before hammering the emergency stop button, causing all function to cease upon the vehicle and sending it crashing to the floor with a heavy CRACK.

The crates and their contents were fine. Probably. The pallet beneath, not so much. Truth be told, the woman really didn't give a feck.

“Right, clear off, the lot of you!” the manager shouted at the three trouble makers and the homeless beggar before he got close enough to see just how heavily armed three of them were and wisely stopped in his tracks.

“...Ah.”

Time to just turn around an-

A hearty hand slapped upon his back as Sam caught up to him and suddenly the woman seemed a lot keener than she did moments before, almost as if dealing with heavily armed meddlers was preferable to a steady job.

“Yeah! KARK OFF!” Rodarch threatened with a somewhat obscure offensive hand gesture which caused the manager to look at the woman as if she had grown an extra five heads.

“No, Lirri, wait, they have weapo-”

“IF YA DON'T WE'LL HAVE TA USE FORCE!”

 

[Project Uriel]

Location: Shipping Complex, Standing in front of the trio.
Direct Enemy: Scherezade deWinter | Sasmay Cull | L8R
Direct Ally: Hacks | Noah Gloom | Shira Varanin | Sam Rodarch | Beltran Rarr | Airal Thamne
Kit:

Spoiler

Armor: A1-Ionsider including Wristblades and Hud | MK-3-Heavy-Bolter (Hip Braced) | Grenades: 2x Frag | 2x Cryoban (Belt) | Energy Shield (Waist) | Model 31 Palm Stunner (Right Palm)| 1 x Jack Knife (Hip) | Full Songsteel Quarterstaff (Back) | Vibro Knife (Belt)
Background NPCs: Only if required to balance.

Beltran Rarr
Project Uriel, Current Mission Designation Nikki Tellanni

Designation Nikki Tellanni recognized. Receiving audio signal.
The three behind you, two human females and the droid. I believe they are part of the Chaos team.

Video Feed Received.

The one with the scanner appears to be the leader. I suggest you approach and ask them to leave. I can cover you from my position without giving myself away.

Command Accepted

Scherezade deWinter | Sasmay Cull | L8R
@Revealed Darkwire, and Unknowns

Uriel was a ARD-X-1 drone which meant she followed instruction and command, almost faultlessly, except for odd bugs which got into her programming, ghosts in the machine that nobody had been able to fully rid the unit of, she was a model unit. On command she swung her weapon around toward the trio of chaos team members and approached. Lucky for them the command inputted was to ask, not shoot, approaching to be within audio range. The large weapon she had was less useful at this distance but formidable enough. Others stepped forward, and she identified some as unknowns, some as friendlies, taking a stance to side to check anyone as a potential threat to the crates and mission parameters.

Her head tilted sharply, relaying her pre-programmed response, “this zone is for authorized personnel only,” Uriel announced to the trio almost mechanically. Her eyes momentarily scanning target data and tracking for vulnerabilities, appraising the killing zones or non-lethal hits and the range or force necessary to enact it.

And as directed she ended with, “will you leave?” The word was asked as a question to the trio, only with no more emotion than the rest, very literal our HRD dreadnaught. So far they hadn’t crossed her mission parameters. Assessing threat level…. Processing…. interruption

Sam Rodarch
Kark off… Using Force, Sam Rodarch and the management approached. Uriel was momentarily distracted, the large gun swinging their way, still in her security uniform of course. “All is well, this zone is secure.” Then she tried to smile to the two of them, “have a pleasant day,” the expression probably looking unnerving at best.

The manager and individual potentially damaging the crates were dangerously close to crossing the HRD’s any means necessary mission parameters, which could still be updated of course on the fly.

Analysing Uriel Unit:
Personal Energy Shield: 100%
A1-Ionsider Armor Condition: Nominal
Armor Ionization Buffers Condition: Empty 0%
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 0%
Primary Systems Damage: None
Estimated Combat Capability 250% (Shield/Armor + Unit + Ionization Buffers)

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Wandering around the shipyard complex
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 7 Nozhi Blades | 1 Whimsy Knife | 1 Whimsy Witch Knife | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | Tessen | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | The Parasite
AoC Tags: Sasmay Cull L8R + Open
Darkwire Tags: Beltran Rarr Noah Gloom Shira Varanin Sam Rodarch Project Uriel Airal Thamne + Open

Scherezade shrugged to Sasmay Cull , and when L8R commented about killing them all, she just grinned. "You have full permission to kill them all if we have words and they don't let us just take it," she assured him. Pretty soon it was a few giggles and cackles. A few more containers. And someone who had suddenly come to them.

"Miss are those lightsabres on your belt, I haven't seen such things up close. I certainly hope they aren't as red as a poppy.

Scherezade blinked and looked at mister homeless. She sniffed – not with her nose, but through the Force, lofting an eyebrow in surprise at the scent of the Eldorai within him, but other than that, just gave him that look of dude, you're being weird, and held her free hand forward. If he tried to advance physically, it wasn't going to end well.

"You're not going to see them up close now either," she said, "And don't worry, they're not red. They're green." With that, she offered a smile, letting the glow of her green eyes speak for themselves, sort of.

As they spoke, people around shifted, ever so slightly. Scherezade could feel it, their little signatures of heart beats and existence pulsing through the very strings that made the Dark Web. But, she wasn't really giving it any attention. There had always been people here. People naturally moved around. Nothing abnormal so far.

And there came… Not one of those people. Scherezade couldn’t smell her at all. Machine, then. Droid. Nice droid, with weapons, claiming the area was for authorized personnel only.

"We will not," Scherezade answered with a smile, flicked a piece of paper from her sleeve, and waved it around, "I'm authorized personnel, I am with the Committee of Freighters Rights and I'm here to make sure all the freighters are treated as per in accordance with the equal rights bill of law submitted in 821ABY in this very place, or rather, about 20 miles away from here. You will let me through to continue inspection or by the grace of Hra'mdin'alee I will have words with your superior!"

Spoiler: Piece of Paper

If any Darkwire wants to take that piece of paper go right ahead. It's the receipt from her grocery shopping last week. You'll find lots of different kinds of cheese in it.