<<Ultra RED>>

Hastiin, your average height AmerInd, walks up to the entrance of the club, a look of disdain clearly on his face. He looks to the bouncer and quietly says, "I'm looking for Mickey; he said to meet him here."


Hastiin wears a lined leather duster with an armored jacket beneath it. He normally carries a bow slung across his back, but for obvious reasons, he's chosen not to bring it to the club with him. Other than his commlink and clothing, the only thing that Hastiin brings to the meeting is a pack of playing cards, and a pen.

A Bulldog step-van parks nearby, just a block away. It is fairly distinctive, what with the machine gun on the turret sticking out of the roof. Stepping out of the van, the technomancer known as Motoko Kusanagi walks the block to the club. Looking at the bouncer, she nods her head. When she speaks, it is in perfect english, but with a distinct Japanese accent. "I'm here to see Mickey. He's expecting me."

Looking over at the other person who was asking to see Mickey, she decides to do a quick scan, and see if she can find out who he is.

<OOC> Before the meet, Motoko does a data search to try and find out anything she can get on the club, including things like who owns it, blueprints, etc.
Data Search 3 + Logic 5 + Browse 2 = 10d6: 2 Hits

During the meet, Motoko keeps an eye on her vehicle, so to speak, though she doesn't jump into it unless there's real trouble. But she does pay attention to the sensor data coming in.

She'll also do a data search to find out anything she can about Hastiin.
Data Search 3 + Logic 5 + Browse 2 = 10d6: 2 Hits

OK, so the majority of the 'patrons' here were likely corp security of some sort. That meant there was someone really big-time coming down as the Mr. J. The fact that 'Mickey' was a troll larger than anything she'd seen before didn't do anything to dissuade her of that guess.

Motoko nodded to Mickey, sitting at the table without hesitation. She had no intention of starting anything here. Even if she could call her drones in to assist, she'd likely be dead before they cleared even half the security guys. No, she'd just play it cool.

Leaning back in her seat, Motoko orders a glass of red wine, if they have it, whiskey if they don't. She might not be much in a fight, but she's got a taste for the finer things in life.

The Harley Scorpion pulls up directly in front of the Troll Bouncer. A troll standing over 9 feet tall and weighing far more than 300 pounds steps off the meta-modified bike. Looking down at the bouncer, Jötunn smiles through his twin braided beard. In thickly accented English he speaks; "Me look fer mice. They be inside?" His words come across as more of a statement than a question, and he starts to push past the bouncer before even receiving an answer.

Where is my brother? I bet he's already drinking! He never waits for me!

Ignoring both the bouncer and the suits exchange glances, Jötunn enters the club. He immediately approaches the bar, wading through the crowed, pinching girls bottoms if they don't move fast enough. He smiles broadly, but most it is more a challenge than a comfort for those who turn to look up at him.

"Mead!" He bellows to be heard above the crowd. After his disapointment at the lack of his favorite drink, he settles for a synthahol. "G've yerse'l a big tip on the roden's tab!" With that he turns to survey the crowed. When he sees the giant troll sitting with two rather odd looking companions. He feels as though he has found his Mouse.

Jötunn wades over to the trio. "Ye mus' be the roden'!" He gives the big troll an appraising look. "Da name fits ye," he says with a smile. Not waiting for an invitation, Jötunn takes a seat and plants it directly in front of the "metal" man. He smiles widely and sips his drink.

Where are ye brother? Ye'r missin all the fun!

Leaving his Suzuki Mirage parked around the block, Toshiro walks around to the club. He's wearing a bulky, lined, black leather trench, with a wide brimmed charcoal hat pulled low over his eyes. He walks with his hands stuffed in the coat's pockets. As he approaches the bar, he notices the troll bouncer, who's wearing a rather nervous expression for one of his intimidating size. He looks over at the two men in suits standing across from the troll, and frowns.

Nodding nonchalantly to the bouncer, he walks into the bar. He's taken aback by the noise and lighting, and looks around as he adjusts to the setting.

Perfect place for an ambush. I have a bad feeling about this.

Toshiro rubs his arms, as if he were cold, then straightens and stretches. Satisfied that his weaponry is still there, he heads to the bar, trying to remain as unobtrusive as possible.

He nods to the bartender and says, "I would like a soda please."Don't want to dull my senses. As the bartender returns, Toshiro takes the drink and sips slowly. When he finishes, he looks the bartender in the eye. "Mouse?" The bartender nods and points to a table where he sees two trolls and an Amerindian and a Japanese woman sitting. He marvels at the huge one with the braided beard... that one looked like he could break a man by breathing hard.

Taking another look around, he makes his way over, trying to move neither quickly nor too slowly. As he comes up to the table, he touches the brim of his hat, inclining his head slightly to those gathered there and selects a seat with a back as close to the wall as he can.

His eyes shadowed under by his brim, he tries to relax and observe those around him.

Completely out of place, Hastiin looks around the club at the people of the city.

This is what so many of my friends left the comfort of the tribe to do? Pitiful.

At the offer of a drink on Johnson's tab Hastiin politely declines.

((OOC: How do you want to handle the info check on Hastiin?))

Motoko nods to the two newcomers, even as she starts searching for information on them. She decided to run a check on 'Mickey' too, just for good measure.

What little information she's been able to find out about the building makes her blood run cold. It wasn't often that you found yourself in a place that was officially 'disappeared'. And all that Black IC running around just made her skin crawl. Although she was tempted to try and dig deeper, she wasn't feeling all that suicidal today.

Then there was the scanners running over her van. Typical corp tactic, but this didn't feel like typical corp scanners. Looked more advanced.

Everything she was getting led her to only one conclusion. This job wasn't just for 'some corp'. This had to be something for AAA rating or high military. Which meant that the pay was going to be stellar. Also meant that it was going to be all kinds of dangerous. But if she could pull it off...

After relaxing at the back of the club, a fishtank with electric eels over his head, Taviro still looked about the bar, trying to find his brother, Figuring since he had arrived first that he should enjoy himself.

If Ye be the first catch the fish, why shouldn't you cook it.

After a few sips of his soda he finally got up the courage to go and sit where the bouncer had told him, at the big table with the troll that looked like a sword himself. Upon getting up from the table he noticed a few people come into the bar, including another really tall troll, his brother.

Ye shouldn't be walking about so loudly brother. Ye could wake Odin from his sleep

After trailing his brother for a bit, slowly melting his way through the bustling dance floor. He still didn't quite know how he had learned so much about this world so quickly but he accepted it with caution, no one questions the norns how fate works. Taviro would wind his way to the bartender and ask for a mouse, although he couldn't tell what a pest had to do with a run.

After being directed to the proper table, Taviro would sneek up behind his brother. Moving along slowly enough so that he wouldn't be heard, but quickly enough to let Jotunn act as a rock in the ocean parting the waves, till they made it to the table, resting his hands on his brothers shoulders. Saying in his soft norse accent, his words coming out almost sing-song like. "Did ye miss me brother? I doubt a blind, deaf, and dumb corpse couldn't have missed ye."

After a brief confrontation with Jotunn, Taviro would take his seat at the table, and wait for the meeting to begin.

Startled by Taviro, Jötunn chokes a little on his synthale, pulling his glass away just in time to keep it from spilling onto his long coat. cursing in Norsk as he wipes his beard clean.

Jötunn levels a challenging eye on his brother.

Norsk: "Blind am I?! If ya didn'a sneak about like some rat after the good cheese, I'd've seen ya long hence. No doubt ye were hiding behind me like usual! I never will understand you my brother."

Slapping his right hand onto his brothers shoulder with a disconcerting smile, speaking to his kin made him glad at least he wasn't alone here. Although letting him get away with calling him a sneaky rat wouldn't be acceptable.

Vindictive (2):
Willpower + Charisma = 10 = ]3 hits

With a sly smile, and his hand resting on his brothers shoulder, Taviro would cast his invisibility spell on his brother clothes.

improved invisibility force 5
magic 5 + spellcasting 5 = 5 hits
drain (5/2)+1 (rounded down) = 3
drain test: willpower 5 + charisma 5 (norse tradition) = 10 = 3 hits

Trying the best he can to withhold his laugh as his brothers coat and shirt dissapear into thin air, knowing full well that if he moves his hand off of Jotunn, the clothing would come back.

English: "It seems you might even be sneakier than me, i didn't even see you take your blouse off Brother."

Jötunn looks quizzically at Taviro. Then he glances down at himself.

composure check: Willpower 4 + Charisma 2 = 6; 2 hits.

Jötunn shoves his brother's hand from his shoulder.

English: "Oi! Ye be watchin' tha'. Ye'll embarrass the ladies."

He winks dramatically at Motoko.

As Jotunn makes his grandiose entrance, about half the patrons reach into their jackets. But from a gesture from Mickey they all re-assume their normal postures.

After everyone has sat and ordered their drinks (you all obtain what your first choice), Mickey speaks in the same metallic voice "I am called Mickey. since all of you are here you will now meet my associate known as "mouse" who will introduce you to Mr. Johnson. Please follow me to the back room"

You all get up and move to the back room, immediately you see the same patrons move their hand to their ears. When you arrive the room looks like it is reserved for VIPs with a round booth table in the corner. Mickey motion's all of you to sit.

In another corner is a Female Ork who is currently hooked into a large data jack system. She is wearing a blue Jumpsuit and has long Jamaican brown braids which have Trode wires running through them. Even though she's emerged in the matrix she radiates a degree of beauty. Mickey then says "This is Mouse". next to the Matrix deck a screen illuminates to show a Matrix icon of a cartoon mouse waving at you.

Mickey produces a suite case opens it on the table. It contains several pairs of one-size fits all Dark sunglasses which seem to have electronics running through them. He hands you each a pair and says "wear these for the time being"

When you put them on the room immediately changes into a miniature theater. The table still remains but a Human as suddenly appeared standing in front of the table. He is dressed in a Tres Chic' Suit (ooc and looks like this):



He speaks immediately in a calm voice "Hello I am Mr. Johnson but for tonight you may call me: Roger Smith" he says with a grin.

"Now down to business: I have called each of you here for a mission of great importance. "

Behind him the theater screen lights up and a figure appears on it:


"This is Capek, a scientist who has betrayed our organization and has fled to Aztlan territory. Your mission is to capture this person alive and bring him back" He pauses then says "I cannot stress the importance of bringing him back alive. However I can give a price of how important he is" he pauses again "That price is Half a million...each." he looks around the room then says "If you want to back out now just say so and you will be escorted from the room by Mickey"

He crosses his animated arms and waits for reactions of anyone wanting to leave then continues:

"Capek has hidden himself in the a remote mining facility of the Ultor corporation. The screen changes to a map. It is located here in the Peninsula De Azero In Panama a dot starts to blink on the map. (OOC give me your e-mails and I will provide the map) You will be inserted via Para-glider here." a second dot on the map begins to blink. From here it is a 3-day trek through hostile territory until you reach the mine. If none of you know how to para glide, mouse here will provide a solution" He gestures to the cartoon mouse icon who waves again and smiles "Mouse will be your line to the outside world and to us"

There is intelligence that suggests that the mines workers are about to rebel. They are calling themselves "Red Faction" and are planning a violent uprising. This will be your cover when you enter the mine and traverse to Capek's location within. Once you enter the mine under the cover of the uprising, you will have to find a contact named Hendrix who is not only part of the uprising, but on our payroll as well." An image of Hendrix appears:



"We lost contact a day ago, But in his last transmission he claimed he new the frequent location of Capek and the structure of his personal guard. Information about Capek will be downloaded to each your comms once you reach our air field for deployment. Mickey will be in charge of your insertion."

When you have Capek secured you will rendezvous with your original insertion point and proceed due west to the coast where you will be extracted by Sub where you will receive payment and transport to a location of your choosing" he pauses and says with another grin. "any questions"

(OOC BTW from now on any more shenanigans you want to post you can but make them right before the meeting, but make them one post until the meetings over then...carry on)

Motoko shrugged at the suddenly naked troll. (English)"I've seen better."

When Mickey stood to lead them back into the back room, Motoko followed, curious as to what was going to happen next. So, Mouse was a hacker, huh? Well that explained a few things, like what the red dots were when she tried to take a peek at this place earlier.

She stayed quiet during the man's spiel. Half a million for a snatch and grab? That was music to her ears. Of course, then there came the real kicker. Para-gliders? She could fly one, sure, but if that happened, she wouldn't be able to get her van over. And her van had some of her favorite toys in it.

She decided that it was time to speak up, though she tried to be as respectful as she could. "Would it be possible to get my van inserted and extracted from the area as well? As I'm sure your scanners have already told you, I have a few after market extras on it that should help in keeping Capek safe from harm after we acquire him. Plus, the extra firepower should prove useful in keeping any hostiles off our backs."

If she couldn't take the van, that would weaken her combat capabilities, but she would hopefully be able to find some 'local' drones and vehicles to use for cover. Or she could just hide behind the trolls, and wait for them to finish things. That also worked.

Ooh, and if they made it through this job, she could use that half mil, and buy her own plane! Or at least an aerial drone. She'd seen trid of those Nimrod drones, and she really wanted one of her own. Nothing said fun like calling in your own air support. And she could get a second vehicle, perhaps. Something less conspicuous.

<OOC> Etiquette roll. 1 hit

English: "Better? Tha' as may be, but none so big I'll wager! Don'na worry, yer not me type no how." retorts to the young lady as they walk to the back room.

When give a pair of shades to look into, Jötunn attempts, mostly unsuccessfully to put them on.

"Couldn'a get a pair in me size?"

He listen carefully to the situation.

Hrm, going to have to pull a guy out of a firefight alive? That's tough enough when they know how to fight, but this guy's a girly-man!

Knowing that this sort of thing isn't his forte', Jötunn keeps his mouth shut as the rest of the group feels out the circumstances.

((ooc: sorry about that, had to get even))

Walking into the back of the club with the rest of his group, he did the best he could to stifle his laugh as he saw a dozen or so people stare at the momentarily nude troll.

Norsk: "Must be colder than winter in Reykjavík in here.

After sitting down at the table and trying on the glasses, Taviro would spend a few seconds looking over the frames, amazed at how the technology worked.

After spending a few moments listening to the 'Roger Smith' speak, Taviro reviewed the details aloud, his voice still unfamiliar to him in that old english accent. "so ye are saying that a friend of yours has gone renegade and decided to hide himself in the middle of nowhere, and surrounded himself with people that aren't exactly friendly to anyone. Assuming i have this right, we are going to be dropped in the same wilderness and have to get ye'r friend out of thier alive. With the promise of a suitable challenge and a paycheck that could keep anyone drunk till Ragnarok. I'm in."

As a side comment to Toviro as they enter, before the rest of the above scene plays out.

Norsk: Ye'r just jealous.

Taviro shakes his head no.

Completely uncomfortable with the strange glasses on his face, Hastiin shakes his head no in an attempt to speed up the process of getting out of this club and back into the crisp night air.

Trying to forget the image of the naked troll (and failing miserably), Toshiro follows the group as they finally meet the mouse. He puts on the glasses given to him and listens to "Mr. Smith" give his spiel. With each item that the Johnson brings up, Toshiro grow more and more nervous. This mission sounded like a snafu waiting to happen. But the price tag was certainly attractive.... really attractive.

I could really use the nuyen, but still...

Toshiro speaks up. "Mr. Smith, I'm afraid I have no experience with para-gliders. Also, given that you've lost contact this Hendrix, how can you be certain that he's not dead? It could be... difficult to find this man Capek if our only source of info is no longer 'available.'"