You make your way to the drop you set up with Officer Marks months ago after Quayle put you two in touch. It's a Dataterm on the corner of 18th and University. It doesn't see much use, because the students are way too upsold on integrated head-tech to use something as quaint as a DT. Plus, security is for those who have something to fear, right?
You climb out of the pedicab, the lean woman pilot scanning your cred and nodding her thanks. You glance around yet again [Awareness check: 19 - just below Difficult. Spend 1 Luck for 20.] and see a couple dozen people moving on the street, mix of evening partiers, late-night commuters, brightly-dressed NCU kids, the usual NC dispossessed, heads down and out. Watching over it all, the glossy-black armoured Maxes from NCU Security.
Night City University complex takes up multiple blocks, many of which are underground, designed around what you heard once referred to as "urban fetish". NO idea what that meant. Apparently, odd angles, lots of reflective plates and tricks with lighting surfaces. Sure. The place is really a city-inside-a-city, dwarfing even the old New Harbour Mallplex if you include the subterranean areas. The rebuild around '30 must have been brutally expensive, but then again, what wasn't?
The dinged-up Dataterm IV, a remnant from the Collapse, opens when you press your thumb to the scratched and spattered monitor, wiping your hand on your pants reflexively [Personal Grooming Check: 10] . You drop a one-shot 'stick in there for Marks. Gotta spend money to make money. Habit has you check around you a few more times, [Awareness check: 18] then head over to a good watching spot, the second floor of a nearby BD arcade-slash-ice rink [Streetwise Check: 20. Difficult.].
Enough time passes you think about making a call, but, sure enough, an NCPD roller cruises up and stops beside the DT. Driver's door opens and Marks' thickset figure, even wider in the armor, climbs out. You remember sitting in one of those cavernous seats as a kid, marvelling at how over-sized it was. Built that way so the cops can get in and out with their gear on, your uncle told you. In a hurry, if they have to. The police sergeant, stiff-faced and at attention, while your uncle spoke. [Background: Corp].
Marks steps up beside the DT, glances around, then opens it. He pulls a package from his harness and drops it in. You don't think he sees you, [Stealth Check: 14, Luck point burned to make it 15 - Average] second floor balcony, sitting behind a group of juvegangers arguing over combat handball scores. You remember hearing this used to be Voodoo Boys turf, back when they were just city posers trying to be something more exotic. Famously violent. Before your time. VB that you know are ruthless, but far more powerful than their predecessors - control of modern Pacifica is nearly theirs. [Streetwise Check: 16]
Watching Marks, you see something else [Awareness Check 25. Very Difficult]- a pale yellow Toyo-Chev gliding a little too slowly, traffic backing up behind it. And, more worrying, a long, fairly beaten-up Lux 16 limo making a really clumsy U-turn in front of the cruiser. And...stopping. Crap.
You loosen the Vindicator in it's shoulder holster a bit, checking for the suppressor by touch.
Marks' partner, a short tough-looking woman, leans forward in her seat and the NCPD cruiser amplifies her voice.
"Hey, move that piece of...ohhhhh, shit!"
This last as the Lux 16's doors open and a half-dozen figures spill out, wearing a mix of armour and street-flash clothes, carrying what look like shotguns and carbines or SMGs. One guy has a damn IMI chainknife!
Making things worse, sure enough, you see that Toyo-Chev gun its engine and roar into motion, headed right towards the cops.
Marks jerks his head up, catching you in his gaze. Looks like he'd spotted you after all. He goes for his sidearm, spinning to face the oncoming Chev...
[3 choices. What happens will be a combination of the most popular choices and, of course, V's rolls..]
Other polls here. Character sheet here.
You climb out of the pedicab, the lean woman pilot scanning your cred and nodding her thanks. You glance around yet again [Awareness check: 19 - just below Difficult. Spend 1 Luck for 20.] and see a couple dozen people moving on the street, mix of evening partiers, late-night commuters, brightly-dressed NCU kids, the usual NC dispossessed, heads down and out. Watching over it all, the glossy-black armoured Maxes from NCU Security.
Night City University complex takes up multiple blocks, many of which are underground, designed around what you heard once referred to as "urban fetish". NO idea what that meant. Apparently, odd angles, lots of reflective plates and tricks with lighting surfaces. Sure. The place is really a city-inside-a-city, dwarfing even the old New Harbour Mallplex if you include the subterranean areas. The rebuild around '30 must have been brutally expensive, but then again, what wasn't?
The dinged-up Dataterm IV, a remnant from the Collapse, opens when you press your thumb to the scratched and spattered monitor, wiping your hand on your pants reflexively [Personal Grooming Check: 10] . You drop a one-shot 'stick in there for Marks. Gotta spend money to make money. Habit has you check around you a few more times, [Awareness check: 18] then head over to a good watching spot, the second floor of a nearby BD arcade-slash-ice rink [Streetwise Check: 20. Difficult.].
Enough time passes you think about making a call, but, sure enough, an NCPD roller cruises up and stops beside the DT. Driver's door opens and Marks' thickset figure, even wider in the armor, climbs out. You remember sitting in one of those cavernous seats as a kid, marvelling at how over-sized it was. Built that way so the cops can get in and out with their gear on, your uncle told you. In a hurry, if they have to. The police sergeant, stiff-faced and at attention, while your uncle spoke. [Background: Corp].
Marks steps up beside the DT, glances around, then opens it. He pulls a package from his harness and drops it in. You don't think he sees you, [Stealth Check: 14, Luck point burned to make it 15 - Average] second floor balcony, sitting behind a group of juvegangers arguing over combat handball scores. You remember hearing this used to be Voodoo Boys turf, back when they were just city posers trying to be something more exotic. Famously violent. Before your time. VB that you know are ruthless, but far more powerful than their predecessors - control of modern Pacifica is nearly theirs. [Streetwise Check: 16]
Watching Marks, you see something else [Awareness Check 25. Very Difficult]- a pale yellow Toyo-Chev gliding a little too slowly, traffic backing up behind it. And, more worrying, a long, fairly beaten-up Lux 16 limo making a really clumsy U-turn in front of the cruiser. And...stopping. Crap.
You loosen the Vindicator in it's shoulder holster a bit, checking for the suppressor by touch.
Marks' partner, a short tough-looking woman, leans forward in her seat and the NCPD cruiser amplifies her voice.
"Hey, move that piece of...ohhhhh, shit!"
This last as the Lux 16's doors open and a half-dozen figures spill out, wearing a mix of armour and street-flash clothes, carrying what look like shotguns and carbines or SMGs. One guy has a damn IMI chainknife!
Making things worse, sure enough, you see that Toyo-Chev gun its engine and roar into motion, headed right towards the cops.
Marks jerks his head up, catching you in his gaze. Looks like he'd spotted you after all. He goes for his sidearm, spinning to face the oncoming Chev...
[3 choices. What happens will be a combination of the most popular choices and, of course, V's rolls..]
Other polls here. Character sheet here.
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